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Jimin feels his phone vibrating on top of his desk, his eyes nervously landing on his professor who’s too busy elaborating today’s topic to the class.
Once he’s sure his professor won’t catch him using his phone in class, his right hand slowly comes up to turn his phone up, tapping the screen to light it. He squints his eyes to read his notification, pushing his eyeglass up as it slides down his nose.
He can feel his cheeks reddening with what he just read, eyes blinking twice and his throat turning dry.
📵:
[12:31 PM]
hi baby
will have a sleepover later at your house
yoongi invites us
you still in class?
can’t wait to see you, sweet cheeks
i miss you
Jimin swallows a lump on his throat, feeling hot all over his body. He can already feel Taehyung’s eyes on him, his best friend sitting on the other corner side (their professor separated them because they always talk during class), might be confused by Jimin's stillness on his seat.
Who will not get frozen if you received a text from THE Jeon Jeongguk, the university’s basketball varsity player, alongside with his older brother, telling you he missed you? Calling you baby? Sweet cheeks? Jimin feels warmth growing in his chest, a bunch of butterflies swimming in his stomach, cheeks blushing.
It’s not that Jeongguk calling him nicknames are new to him, no . He’d heard too many nicknames coming out of Jeongguk’s mouth for too many times already. But that doesn’t mean Jimin will stop blushing every time he hears them.
His phone lights up again, getting his attention back to his phone.
taetae:
[12:32 PM]
bitch, you okay?
Turning his neck to his right, he flashes an awkward smile as soon as he meets Taehyung’s eyes to indicate that yes, he is in fact, okay.
Taehyung raises a brow before shrugging. He types something on his phone and Jimin feels his own continuously vibrating on top of his desk again.
He shifts his gaze to his phone and reads Taehyung’s messages.
taetae:
[12:34 PM]
okay, you looked like you just saw a big d!ck on your phone that’s why i asked
your neck and ears and cheeks got all red
let’s eat pizza after class!!!!
literature is so boring pls why did we even have to study this we’re gonna be flying in the air hello
Jimin chuckles at Taehyung’s messages, side-eyeing his best friend to give a thumbs-up. Then they both focus on the class after that.
Jimin can’t wait for the class to end, eat pizza with Taehyung and go home to see Jeongguk.
☾
Jimin bites his lower lip, taking a deep breath as he can feel his heart beating too loud in his chest. He’s currently standing in front of their house, specifically in the main door and even outside, he can already hear the noises caused by his older brother’s friends in the living room.
And he’s nervous. He’s trying to calm himself by inhaling and exhaling deeply, coughing a little as he’s sure he just inhaled too much dirt floating in the air. But even with that, his heart is still drumming fast inside him, especially when he catches Jeongguk’s voice inside the house, his laugh reaching Jimin’s ears, causing him to blush furiously.
Right now, Jimin’s aware that he’s acting like a high school student who has a crush on the famous guy in their school. And it’s not that it’s a lie— because that’s really the case. Jimin has a crush on Jeongguk. He has a crush on his older brother’s best friend. That’s it.
He first saw the older one during his freshman year, his Yoongi hyung telling him to stay after his class and wait for him to finish his basketball practice so they could go home together. And he did, he waited for his hyung and went to the gym to watch him practice. But as soon as he sat on the bleachers, his eyes immediately caught Jeongguk’s.
Jimin had an intense exchange of gazes with him that time— with Jeongguk, panting and sweaty, wet hair parted in the middle, gulping from his tumbler while his dark eyes were fixated on Jimin’s. Jimin, on the other side of the gym, gulping nervously and squirming under the gaze, tongue darting out to lick on his lips.
Their gaze only got cut off when the team’s coach whistled, telling them to go back to their practice. Jeongguk gave him one final glance before running to the center of the court and continued practicing.
Jimin went to wait for his older brother to finish practicing, but he stayed to watch Jeongguk.
Jimin can still remember their first encounter, on that very same day, the moment practice was over, like it just happened yesterday.
“Jimin,” Yoongi calls his name as soon as he stops in front of him, trying to catch his younger brother’s attention.
Jimin, startled, looks up to Yoongi, eyes blinking rapidly. His heart is beating fast in his chest, afraid that his older brother noticed that he’s been staring at his teammate like he’s some sort of ice candy.
Well, he is . In Jimin’s eyes.
Fuck, isn’t that cheesy, Jimin thinks to himself before looking up, smiling to his hyung.
“Hyung, hey.” he acknowledges his hyung’s presence, smiling with closed-lips, weirding out Yoongi. He clears his throat when he sees how Yoongi’s brows slightly knit, looking down at him. “The practice was fun,”
Yoongi groans, flopping down next to him, opening his tumbler to drink water. “Yeah, now my body will ache for weeks.”
“You know it’s your fault. You could’ve just had a silent university days by pursuing music but no, you’re such an attention seeker and you love fame so much that you joined the basketball team.” Jimin teases his hyung, earning a glare but he only giggles.
“I joined because I love basketball — ” Yoongi stops talking when someone interrupts them, a deep voice from behind Jimin startling him to the point of jumping on his seat, letting out an embarrassing squeak. He turns his head to his left and when he sees who it is, he gets even more embarrassed.
Oh fuck, it’s him. The hottie from earlier.
His face and body up close are so…. Jimin can’t even find the right words to describe him because his mind short-circuits, eyes can only blink up at the treat in front of him.
The hottie with a deep voice is also staring down at him, eyes dark and heavy, and before Jimin can squirm in his seat again, he averts his gaze to look at Yoongi. Jimin holds his breath when the two start engaging in a conversation about basketball that he can’t comprehend and understand so he just let them, listening and letting himself get used to that deep yet sweet voice, there’s nowhere in between.
He’s so handsome. His doe eyes, tall nose, pinkish thin lips, chiseled jawline that screams at Jimin, luring him in to touch and have his fingers cut with how sharp it is. His broad shoulders, he’s just so manly. And his biceps? Or are they triceps? He doesn’t know.
All he knows is he’s attracted to him. Or if Taehyung can hear his thoughts, he’ll tell him he’s “thirsting” over his older brother’s friend.
Which, right now, might really be the case.
“By the way, this is my younger brother, Jimin. Jimin, my teammate and best friend, Jeon Jeongguk.” Yoongi suddenly says, snapping Jimin out of his reverie.
Jimin blinks, looking at his hyung who gestures behind him so Jimin has no other choice but to face him, finding the hottie’s eyes already staring at him. He didn’t even catch his name because he was so busy…checking him out. Discreetly.
The taller one in front of him must have noticed it because he introduces himself again, his deep voice reaching Jimin’s ears, causing a shiver to travel down his spine. “Hi, I’m Jeongguk,”
Cheeks burning, Jimin manages to nod his head, his actions almost robotic. “Hi, my name is Jimin.” he greets, voice small and shy.
If his heart is beating too fast ever since Jeongguk arrived, having the older smiling softly at him stops his heart from beating. Jimin’s eyes widen, his breath catching on his throat at the sight of Jeongguk’s smile.
He’s so fucked. First encounter and he’s already feeling this way. Is this even possible?
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jimin-ssi. Yoongi here has been talking about you every time,” Jeongguk informs, his smile still plastered on his face.
He hears his hyung snorting, and Jimin can’t help the blush rushing to his cheeks. Then, with lowered head, he says, “I hope he’s talking good about me, then.” he says shyly.
And he feels like he just won the lottery when he hears Jeongguk’s laugh, craning his neck to catch his laughing face. “Don’t worry, they’re all a good thing.”
Jimin flashes a smile, this time it’s his famous eye-smile, eyes crinkling up and turning into two crescents, very unlikely to what he gave his own older brother earlier.
“I’ll go to take a shower before going home. Wait for me here, Jimin.” Yoongi says, catching Jimin’s attention.
“Alright, hyung.”
Yoongi turns his gaze to Jeongguk, squinting his eyes at him. When Jeongguk nods his head, that’s the only time Yoongi finally leaves the two of them. Jimin’s eyebrows furrow slightly, confused as to what had just occurred. But Jeongguk doesn’t give him time to think about it, facing him as soon as Yoongi is out of their sights.
“I’ll accompany you until your hyung comes back,” Jeongguk says, making Jimin nervous at the thought of him and Jeongguk left alone.
And now, he thinks that his nervousness one minute ago is just valid. Because he finds himself behind the gym, his back leaning on the rough wall, hands clutching at Jeongguk’s biceps so hard, his lips assaulted by no other than Jeon Jeongguk. He can feel his body shuddering under Jeongguk’s tight grip on his waist, his other hand cupping Jimin’s jaw to deepen the kiss, angling his face sideways, his nose burying in Jimin’s cheeks.
Jeongguk held his wrist so soft and careful earlier that Jimin let himself get dragged. Which results to now.
Jimin lets out a whiny moan when Jeongguk bites his lower lip, tongue licking at his lips before pushing it inside his mouth to open it and explore his cavern. His own hands are moving, gripping at Jeongguk’s collar jersey, pulling him even closer to feel him. He then feels Jeongguk’s semi hard-on under his jersey shorts, and even though he can’t see it, he has a feeling that Jeongguk’s big.
Jimin moans, gasping as he grinds his crotch against Jeongguk’s, the sensation tingling in his whole body. Jeongguk groans in their kiss, his grip on Jimin tightening, rolling his hips to meet Jimin’s ministrations.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk whispers in between their kiss, biting Jimin’s already swollen lower lip, hips pressing harder on Jimin as he slowly grind against Jimin’s hardening cock, receiving a shaky moan from the smaller one. “Fuck, Jimin, shit.”
“Jeongguk— hyung —” Jimin takes in a deep and shaky inhale as Jeongguk’s hold on his waist goes down to his ass, squeezing his ass cheeks. “Hyung ,”
Jeongguk trails his lips on his cheeks, down to his jaw and his neck, leaving light and wet kisses. “Call me hyung again,” he whispers on his neck before biting the skin.
Jimin whimpers, “H-hyung,” he says, tilting his neck to the side to give the taller one more access to his neck, encouraging him to suck a bruise and leave his mark on him.
“Jimin — ” Jeongguk breathes out, then Jimin feels his body going rigid against his own, leaning away from him.
It confuses him, eyebrows furrowing as he stares at the older one, who’s looking at him wide eyed, like he just grew three heads. Or like he just regretted what happened.
“I — this shouldn’t happen. I’m — I’m sorry, Jimin-ssi,” Jeongguk stutters, shaking his head before walking away, leaving Jimin alone behind the gym, sporting a hard-on and disappointment swelling in his chest.
Later that night, when Yoongi invited his friends to sleepover in their house because their parents are out of town, Jimin ate his dinner inside his room in order to avoid the embarrassment of facing Jeongguk again after what happened hours ago.
Knowing Jeongguk is just a few walks away from his room, probably sleeping in one of the guest rooms their house got, it makes Jimin stay awake in the middle of the night.
That’s why when someone knocks on his room, even softly, it startled him. He opens it, eyes widening as his lips hang open, seeing Jeongguk standing just outside his room.
“W-what — ” His words get cut off when Jeongguk surges in, catching his body in a hug, connecting his lips desperately to Jimin’s plump ones.
Jeongguk leans away after getting all the air out of Jimin’s lungs, staring at him with a drunken gaze, lips brushing softly on top of Jimin’s. Jimin whimpers, the taller shushing him by licking his lips.
“Shh, I want you to keep quiet for the rest of the night, baby.”
That’s when it all started. One year ago, this little secret they have, behind his brother’s back.
It’s honestly shocking for Jimin that they’re lasting this long, without Yoongi knowing. Though to be fair, Jimin and Jeongguk really make sure they’re both quiet whenever they do it inside his room.
Of course, they don’t wanna get caught.
With one final deep breath, Jimin reaches out for the door knob but it opens from the inside, surprising him. He stands up straight, eyes already looking past the door, to see the one who opened the door. He’s then welcomed by—what should he call him? His secret boyfriend? secret fuck buddy? —he’s not sure but for now, he’ll settle on calling him Jeongguk. Or hyung.
Jeongguk opens the door, eyes immediately landing on Jimin, brow arching as a small smirk plays on his lips. Jimin gulps, blinking rapidly, already feeling that tingling sensation running down his spine that’s always present whenever he sees Jeongguk.
“Why are you just standing there? How long have you been here outside?” Jeongguk asks, walking towards him to hold his arms gently, door closing behind him.
The taller is staring at him so lovingly that he can’t help himself but blush, shy eyes darting on his feet. He can feel Jeongguk’s fingers under his chin to push his head upwards, to meet his gaze again. “It’s cold out here, baby.”
“I-it’s not that cold,” he reasons out faintly, hearing the taller chuckle at him. He doesn’t mean to pout but his lips does it automatically, brows slightly knitting, glaring up at him.
But the taller doesn’t look fazed, he even looks so satisfied as a warm smile blooms on his face, leaning down to peck on his lips. That startles Jimin, jumping out of Jeongguk’s hold, eyes quick to scan his surroundings. When he’s sure there’s no one around them to witness what just happened, he lets out a deep sigh, head craning up to look at Jeongguk and he feels his heart shatter at the expression Jeongguk is sporting; furrowed eyebrows, lips pursed in a thin line, jaw clenching. He looks mad.
Jimin bites his lips, “I’m….sorry, I just— someone might have seen us. I—”
It seems to snap Jeongguk out because his expression softens, hands searching and reaching out for Jimin’s arms again. In a soft voice, he says, “Hey, it’s fine. I understand, no need to say sorry. I should be the one apologizing, I acted on a whim— I’m sorry, I just really missed you.”
A blush creeps its way on Jimin’s cheeks, lips turning into a shy smile. “We need to go inside or else Yoongi hyung will wonder what’s taking you so long.”
Jeongguk’s expression hardens before he smiles, squeezing Jimin’s arms before releasing his hold on him, opening the door and motioning the smaller inside. “Alright, your highness. Go inside now, it’s cold.” he says, voice laced with worry.
Jimin giggles, shaking his head but his feet are obeying the taller, going inside their house. As he passes by Jeongguk’s warm body, he feels his hot breath on his ear, making him shiver.
“I’ll knock on your door later, wait for me, okay?” he whispers, his lips brushing softly on his ear, planting a light kiss on it.
Nodding his head with his ear, face and neck turning hot red, Jimin rushes inside the house, running towards his room without even looking at Yoongi and his friends sitting in the living room.
Sighing, he leans his body to his door, eyes casting downward on his lower body. Then he groans to himself.
Because he is, to say the least, got a semi hard-on just thinking about what will happen later.
☾
Jimin is currently lying on his bed, eyes fixated on his phone as he scrolls mindlessly through twitter. It’s already past 1 AM and he’s still waiting for Jeongguk. Jeongguk had sent him a message five minutes ago that Yoongi and the others are already asleep. But he’ll stay for a few minutes more just to make sure he won’t get caught.
So Jimin’s here, just patiently waiting for him.
His eyes are dropping close, sleepiness washing all over his body the next five minutes Jeongguk still hasn’t come to his room. His hold on his phone already loosen, the object flopping down on his bed with a soft thump when he finally hears the one thing he’s been waiting for since earlier; a soft knock on his door.
It’s embarrassing how fast Jimin opens his eyes and jumps from his bed, rushing towards his door and finally opening it. Jeongguk greets him with an apologetic smile but Jimin only grabs his arm to yank him inside the room, the thought of getting caught heavy on his mind.
“Oof,” He hears Jeongguk let out as soon as he closes the door, his back facing the taller one to lock the door.
He is about to face Jeongguk when he feels arms draping around his middle, settling on each side of his waist, grip tight and a breath ghosting over his neck. He can feel Jeongguk’s lips brushing over his sensitive skin, wet and open-mouthed. Jimin lets his body relax, letting out a soft whimper as he leans all his weight on Jeongguk, tilting his head so the taller can have more access to the skin, which Jeongguk happily starts kissing.
“I’m sorry for being long, baby. Were you sleeping already?”
Jimin shakes his head, not trusting his voice as of the moment, feeling how Jeongguk’s lips travel up to his jaw and cheeks and it’s wet, like Jeongguk is practically licking his cheeks. Jeongguk’s other arm left his waist, coming up to hold Jimin’s jaw and turning his head, lips slotting perfectly against Jimin’s plump ones.
Jimin lets out a satisfied sigh as soon as they connect their lips, moving his lips against Jeongguk. Jeongguk’s kisses are rough and desperate, and Jimin is trying his best to keep up with his kisses. He whimpers when Jeongguk’s arm maneuvers his whole body to face him, pulling him closer until their chests are touching, kiss deepening. He wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, hands gripping at the hair just above his nape, trying to keep his sanity in check.
Jeongguk always kisses Jimin like he’s sucking air out of him; desperate, deep, and rough. He kisses Jimin like it’s always the first time. And Jimin can’t help but feel his whole body shake at the intensity of Jeongguk’s kisses.
Jimin gasps, feeling Jeongguk’s hands coming down to his ass and squeeze his cheeks hard, mouth opening. And Jeongguk uses this as an opportunity to shove his tongue in, tangling Jimin’s tongue with his own.
Jimin can already feel himself getting hard and Jeongguk is the same, his own clothed hard cock brushing over Jimin’s stomach. He grunts at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut tight, lips aching with the way Jeongguk attacks him with his tongue. He starts walking backwards until the back of his knee meets his bed, his body falling down with Jeongguk. Their clothed hard cocks accidentally rub against each other and their reactions are in sync. Jimin whines at the feeling, hearing Jeongguk also groaning on his mouth before he bites on Jimin’s numbing lips, hard.
“Jeongguk—” is the only word he can manage to let out because Jeongguk is surging down again, kissing him with intense hunger.
Minutes of them exchanging saliva and grinding against each other nakedly, their clothes already scattered around the floor, Jimin feels his lungs finally searching for air. He taps Jeongguk’s shoulder and the taller one already knows what it means, leaning away to let him breathe. He drops his lips on Jimin’s neck to kiss and bite and suck, but not enough to bruise. Jimin knows how much Jeongguk wants to mark him— to let the others know he’s already taken, and Jimin also knows how much he wanted to carry Jeongguk’s mark on him— to show their schoolmates who he belonged to, but they also both know that it’s not possible.
Jimin carrying a mark will mean Yoongi will see it, then he won’t stop bothering his younger brother until he spills the name he's sleeping with. Knowing how protective Yoongi is over Jimin, he’s scared that his older brother will hurt Jeongguk because of this. He might even ruin their friendship and Jimin doesn’t want that.
“Jeongguk, want you…” Jimin says, voice shaky, hips trying so hard to grind up against Jeongguk’s hard cock.
The brushing of their naked cocks against each other sends a new level of pleasure in their bodies, both eliciting silent moans and grunts.
Jeongguk hums against his neck, wet tongue coming in contact with his throat, licking from his collarbones to his chin. Jimin arches his back beautifully, moaning softly. He feels Jeongguk’s hands holding his hips down, interrupting his grinds. He cranes his head down, eyes finding Jeongguk’s dark yet mischievous ones, the taller grinning at him.
“Jeonggukie, please—”
Jeongguk leans down to plant a kiss on his exposed torso, light and sticky. Jimin can feel his own hard cock throbbing against his stomach, leaking pre-cum when Jeongguk’s kisses went low, landing on his inside thighs.
“I’m your hyung, Jimin. Do you order your hyung, huh?” Jeongguk’s deep honeyed voice reaches Jimin’s ears, a dangerous tone evident in his words.
Jimin shakes his head, whimpering when Jeongguk bites on the skin near his cock and hole, sucking hard on it. “Jeongguk h-hyung— shit,” he shudders when he feels Jeongguk’s lips coming in contact with his leaking cockhead, hands letting go of the bedsheets to grip on Jeongguk’s hair tightly.
Jeongguk twirls his tongue on his tip, his thighs shaking when Jeongguk starts bobbing his head at the same time his lubed fingers are caressing his hole before inserting a finger. Jimin is being attacked by the intense pleasure, his chest heaving, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream, and eyes closed tightly.
Pleasure washing all over his body, Jimin really doesn’t know what’s happening around him. All he knows is Jeongguk’s three fingers are already inside him, scissoring him open as his mouth continues working around his cock. He can feel his stomach tightening, his hips thrusting up on Jeongguk’s mouth, desperate for release.
“I’m gonna— Jeonggukie— hyung, I’m coming,” he announces, hips thrusting up still frantically and unsteady, hands gripping Jeongguk's hair so tight he’s sure the taller will complain about it after this since he just likes teasing Jimin.
And that’s Jeongguk’s cue to stop. His mouth leaves Jimin’s cock, fingers pulling out of Jimin’s hole, body leaning back as he sits on his knees, hands stroking his own hard cock as he watches how Jimin whines at the loss of warmth on both his cock and hole.
“Jeonggukie hyung—” Jimin gasps out.
Jeongguk is back on hovering above him in an instant, eyes meeting Jimin’s half lidded ones, smiling before diving in for an open mouthed kiss, their tongues swirling around each other. Jimin hooks his ankles on Jeongguk’s back, feeling the taller’s cock lining up on his hole.
They both moan in their kiss when Jeongguk finally inserts his heavy, hard cock inside Jimin’s hole, quickly swallowing the sound of their heavy breathing and groans. Jimin feels so full, full of Jeongguk’s cock.
Only him .
Jeongguk takes a few seconds and waits for Jimin to adjust to his size. Even though they’ve been doing this for one year already, Jimin still feels like it’s their first time every time they do this.
“Fuck, Jiminie. Still so tight,” Jeongguk grunts, lips resting on his cheeks before biting softly on the flesh.
“Hyung, please— just— fuck me,” Jimin breathes out, eyes closing automatically with anticipation as soon as he feels Jeongguk pulling his hips back then snapping his hips forward until he’s balls deep, teeth catching his bottom lips to stop himself from shouting.
“Hhng,” Jimin gasps out, voice shaky as Jeongguk sets a slow pace, fucking into him with slow, deep thrusts.
His whimpers, the taller’s grunts and the sound of skin slapping into skin fills the whole room.
“Fuck fuck—” Jimin’s voice are starting to get loud, Jeongguk’s hand coming up to cover his mouth, muffling the moans he’s letting out.
“Shh, baby. Keep quiet or your hyung will hear us,” Jeongguk whispers, his thrusts still brutally slow but deep. Jimin sobs against his mouth, eyes filling with unshed tears at the overwhelming feeling. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Prettiest baby, you feel so good, love.”
Jimin’s crying now, the feeling of Jeongguk’s slow drag of his cock inside him together with how his voice sounds whenever he calls him nicknames and praises him, deep and airy.
“You like that, baby? Feeling my dick deep inside you, filling you whole?” Jeongguk whispers in his cheeks, circling his hips slowly.
Jimin’s whines get muffled inside Jeongguk’s hand, especially when Jeongguk starts quickening his deep thrusts. With each thrust, Jeongguk’s cock gets deeper and deeper, hitting his prostate every time that has him thrashing underneath the taller one, hands holding Jeongguk’s shoulder for support. Jimin knows he won’t last long since his own cock is leaking against his stomach.
“Hyung… Jeongguk hyung, please.” His words came out muffled.
Jeongguk, as if he can understand Jimin’s muffled sounds, starts snapping his hips faster, bottom lip caught between his teeth, jaw clenching. “Jiminie, shit. I fucking missed you so much.”
Jimin tries to take the hand covering his mouth and he succeeds, half-lidded eyes staring up at Jeongguk who’s looking back at him, his lips puckering. “Kiss me, hyung. Please, kiss me to quiet me down—”
His words don't get to end because Jeongguk immediately grants his request, leaning down to kiss him roughly he knows he’ll feel the taller’s mouth on him for days. His own hands coming down to grip on his leaking cock, jerking himself in time with Jeongguk’s thrusts.
“Hyung I’m close—” he says between their kisses, Jeongguk grunting as he sucks on Jimin’s lips, his own pace getting frantic. Jeongguk is also close. “Hyung is close too, yeah? Come inside me, please.”
Jeongguk growls, biting down on his cheeks hard as he fastens his thrusts, Jimin’s back arching against Jeongguk’s body as he feels his orgasm approaching. With one last pump on his cock and Jeongguk’s cock hitting his prostate, Jimin finally comes, his mouth open in a silent scream, head tilting back as his body shivers, the pleasure rushing through his whole body. His cum is all over his and Jeongguk’s stomach and chest. The taller continues to fuck him to oversensitivy, finding his own release.
“Need your cum inside me, hyung.” Jimin whispers in his ear, rocking himself down to meet the taller’s thrusts. A few more thrusts and Jeongguk’s hips start to falter, grinding down to Jimin’s ass as he comes, lips finding its way to Jimin’s sore ones, and Jimin gives into him, opening his mouth, their kiss nothing but all tongue and saliva.
Soon their messy kiss turns into a slow, sweet kiss as they come down from their orgasms. Jeongguk inserts his tongue inside Jimin’s, grunting as they exchange saliva. It’s Jeongguk who leans away from their kiss, brushing his nose against Jimin, staring down at him with eyes full of adoration. Jimin feels himself blush at the gesture, lips turning into a smile that soon morphs into a grimace when Jeongguk pulls out.
He watches how Jeongguk paces into his room, walking towards his closet naked, pulling out a clean towel and clothes for Jimin. The smaller settles on the bed, closing his eyes as soon as he feels Jeongguk cleaning his sticky body. Jeongguk also helps him get in his clean clothes, grunting when Jeongguk gives his ass a squeeze as he helps him get into his pyjamas.
Jeongguk only gives him a sweet smile, before dressing up in his own clothes scattered around the floor. After dressing up, he settles beside Jimin, cuddling the smaller in his arms, nuzzling his face on Jimin’s cheeks.
“I missed you too, hyung.” he whispers, feeling how Jeongguk’s hug on him stiffens, his wet lips pecking his cheeks nonstop until he giggles, squirming under the taller’s touch but his hold on Jimin only tightens.
Jimin really thinks Jeongguk likes his cheeks too much.
“I missed you so much, baby. I’m so sorry, we’re too busy these past few weeks for the final game at the end of this semester.” Jeongguk says, kissing his nose before trailing his lips down to Jimin’s cheeks again and attacking him with smooches. “Missed your kiss, missed your cuddles, missed your ass,”
“How about my cheeks?”
“Of course, love. I missed them the most. Been biting at your sweet cheeks since earlier,” Jeongguk licks his jaw, giving his neck small kisses.
Jimin hums, his cheeks hurting from smiling too much. Jeongguk is clingy especially after their sex, always wanting to just hold Jimin against his body and kiss every part of his skin. And it’s not that Jimin doesn’t like it, in fact, it’s the opposite.
He loves it so much, just feeling Jeongguk’s warmth against his own, having these little talks until they fall asleep.
But they can’t.
In the next few hours, Jeongguk will need to step out of his room and go back to where their other friends are because they can’t get caught. So they will always cherish the time they have, just holding and touching and talking with each other.
“How were your classes, baby?”
Jimin sighs, leaning his head on Jeongguk’s chest as the taller nuzzle his hair, lips kissing his temple. “It’s alright, I guess. Still manageable. Taehyung and I went to eat pizza earlier before going home.” he shares with him.
“That’s good. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah, but I love this even more.” he whispers the last part, not expecting Jeongguk to hear it.
Jeongguk hums against his temple, smelling his hair before speaking, “I love this too, baby.”
And I love you , Jimin wants to say but he’s not sure if he should so he just kept his mouth shut, burrowing his face closer on Jeongguk’s chest.
They shared small talks, some more cuddling and kissing lazily until it’s time for Jeongguk to finally leave his room.
“I just want this game to finally end so I can always sleepover here,” Jeongguk groans, pulling Jimin close to him so he can kiss his lips deeply.
Jimin leans away, giggling. Jeongguk tries to pull him back but Jimin refuses, shaking his head. “You always come here for a sleepover but you never really sleep,”
The taller seems unfazed, grunting as he holds Jimin’s waist and pulls him flush back in his arms, their chests touching. “Why would I sleep when I can just do you all night?” he teases, raising a brow.
Jimin blushes, hitting his chest. “Shut up, you’re—”
“I’m what?”
“You need to get out now before Yoongi hyung wakes up,” he says instead, putting his tongue out to tease Jeongguk but the taller just uses it as an opportunity to roughly kiss him again, his tongue tangling with him, his arms around Jimin tightening.
Minutes of standing right next to his door and Jimin finds himself panting, tilting his head back to give Jeongguk access on his throat, his cock stirring into life again. And Jeongguk is no exception, as Jimin can feel his cock against his clothed torso, already hard. It snaps Jimin out, mind getting clear as he caresses Jeongguk’s arms.
“Jeonggukie hyung, you need to go.” he rumbles, gasping when Jeongguk bites on his collarbone.
“Baby, a quickie? We can do it standing up or I’ll carry you, pretty. Please,” Jeongguk whispers on his neck to which Jimin firmly refuses, shaking his head. Jeongguk whines on his neck and makes no sign of moving or leaning away.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin sweetly says, kissing the taller’s temple and coaxes him to lean away. He smiles to himself, eyes filled with fondness seeing Jeongguk pouting.
“I don’t wanna leave,” Jeongguk pouts, shaking his head.
“Yoongi hyung will caught us—”
“Then let him,” Jeongguk grumbles and Jimin stops, eyes blinking up at the taller. Jeongguk’s eyes are almost pleading at him, “Let’s tell Yoongi about us, baby.”
“What?” he says, voice almost whispering. His eyebrows are furrowed, confusion all over his face. His expression soon turns into alarmed and worried, just the thought of Yoongi finding out their relationship and their friendship ruined because of him doesn’t sit right next to him.
He also thought that one time a friend of Yoongi who tried to pursue him two years ago ended up with a broken jaw, black eye and dislocated nose. Imagining that would also happen to Jeongguk, Jimin shakes his head, eyes filled with determination as he says, “Jeongguk, no. He can’t know!”
Jeongguk clenches his jaw, expression darkening. His hold on Jimin’s body loosens. Biting his lips, he nods his head and Jimin wants to cry, the expression in Jeongguk’s face and eyes hurting him. His face hard, eyes void of emotions . “Fine, alright then.” And his voice, cold and distant.
Jeongguk opens his door and leaves his room with no other words, Jimin’s silent call for his name gets ignored.
Jimin finds himself alone in his room, biting his quivering lips, heart aching inside him. He tries his best to sleep but he couldn’t, eyes fixated on his phone, waiting for Jeongguk’s sweet text.
But the sun's coming out and he receives no text from the taller.
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It’s been 4 days since the last time Jimin saw nor talked to Jeongguk. He’s also not texting Jimin like he usually does. When he left his room that morning, Yoongi and his other friends were in the living room except Jeongguk. He didn’t ask where Jeongguk was because that’s gonna be too obvious. So he stayed quiet, smiling at the juniors.
It bothers him deeply, because Jeongguk would always stay in their house until Jimin leaves for university.
“Jiminie, is there something bothering you?” Taehyung asks, sitting across from him. They are currently in the library, studying for their finals next week. But all Jimin can think is Jeongguk. “Jimin, hey?”
Jimin feels Taehyung booping his nose so he turns his gaze to his best friend, eyebrows slightly raised. “Huh?”
Taehyung slightly glares at him, “You’ve been out of it for days, Minie. What’s wrong? Do you have a problem?”
Jimin knows that Taehyung is concerned for him, and how he wishes he can tell him what’s wrong… but that’s the problem, isn’t it? He can’t. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Taehyung, he trusts the boy more than he trusts himself. But he just can’t go around telling others his relationship with Jeongguk, if there's even a relationship aside from fucking each other. It's better if only a few knows it, and in their case, just the two of them.
It's much safer like that.
So he shakes his head, giving Taehyung a soft smile. “I’m fine, it’s just about our finals coming.” he says, and it’s not a half lie. He’s really concerned about the upcoming finals because he can’t seem to focus on reviewing, all he can think about is Jeongguk.
He’s worried about him, did he offend the older one with their last talk? But he just said that for Jeongguk’s sake! He doesn’t want him to be on Yoongi’s bad blood. And his main reason is he really doesn’t want to ruin their friendship as he can tell how Yoongi’s attached to Jeongguk.
Even without their other friends, Yoongi is always hanging out with Jeongguk.
He doesn’t want his older brother to lose a good friend just because of him. And he also doesn’t want Jeongguk to lose Yoongi’s trust.
Torn, Jimin and Taehyung continue their little study session, with him trying his best to focus even if his eyes keep on darting to check if his phone will light up from Jeongguk’s text.
The day ended and still, no texts from the older. Jimin cries, hands clutching his chest until he finally falls asleep.
☾
“Fucking finally!” Taehyung shouts as soon as they exit their classroom, their exams for their last subject finally ended. “We’re free again!!”
Jimin snorts at his friend, shaking his head as they make their way to the cafeteria to have a snack. It’s 4 PM, and it’s their last class for this week. Tomorrow is a sunday, and they have no classes every sunday. They’re finally done with their final exams. Relief flashes through his veins at the thought of exams finally ending, which means he can now think about Jeongguk every time without any hindrance.
It’s been officially two weeks since he last talked to the taller. They didn’t have any sleepovers in their house so he also didn’t have the chance to see him, even a glance. In the campus, it’s really impossible to see him since their schedules really don’t match, plus the older also have basketball practices after his classes.
Jimin tried to send him messages for the past days but he got no response, not even a read. And it makes him sad and hurt, to be ignored by him.
Taehyung keeps on talking about some senior students getting revealed to be in a poly relationship; Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok. Apparently, they are the talk of the whole campus and Jimin doesn’t have any idea about it. He’s already too busy thinking about Jeongguk alone, thank you very much.
As soon as they arrive inside the cafeteria, the loud noises from the students reach his ears. They’re lucky enough to find a table since the cafeteria is packed, Jimin instructing Taehyung to sit and guard their table and he’ll go order their food, to which the latter gladly agrees.
As soon as he comes back with a tray in his hands, he finds Taehyung too focused typing on his phone that he doesn't even realize Jimin came back. Taehyung is also blushing, a wide smile spreading on his face.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Taehyung?” Jimin suddenly talks, startling his best friend. He almost laughs in front of his face, the expression his best friend is sporting is too funny. “You should have seen your face, Tae!” he exclaims, pointing at Taehyung’s face.
Taehyung makes a face, rolling his eyes before taking his snack. “Funny,”
“I know!” he teases and Taehyung only gives him a blank face. Jimin chuckles, “No but seriously Tae, do you have one?”
Taehyung shakes his head yet his cheeks are blushing. “I don’t have one! Why would you think that!”
“You’re being so defensive right now, you know that right?”
“I’m not!” Taehyung huffs, biting on his bread. “If there’s someone who needs to get asked about boyfriends, Jimin, it’s you!”
Jimin stills for a moment, eyes faltering before composing his posture again. He sits up straight, eyes blinking. “Why me?” he coughs, feigning innocence.
“You’re so obvious! Oh my gosh, Minie, you have a boyfriend?!” Taehyung exclaims, pointing at his cheeks.
Irritated, he slaps Taehyung’s fingers away from his cheeks. “I don’t have a boyfriend!” he says, voice a little loud to prove a point.
Though Taehyung’s attention seems to go somewhere, behind him, to be specific. Jimin whips his head and his eyes widen when he sees Jeongguk staring down at him with dark eyes and his jaw clenching. He’s still wearing his basketball jersey, black hair tied in a bun. His biceps are exposed, wet and sweaty, his teammates behind him.
Jimin opens his mouth but Jeongguk averts his gaze, walking past by their table. Jimin doesn’t even look at his older brother, his eyes busy following Jeongguk’s back. They find a table not too far away from theirs, with the taller sitting on a seat facing their direction. He stares at Jeongguk, waiting for him to look back at him. He almost celebrates when Jeongguk finds his eyes, but the happiness blooming in his chest immediately gets replaced when a hot girl wearing a cheerleader uniform sits in Jeongguk’s lap, straddling his lap, blocking Jimin’s view of Jeongguk.
Jimin feels his chest tightening when he hears the basketball team shouting and cheering, eyes pricking with tears. He bites his lip, averting his gaze from the hurtful scene in front of him.
“I heard they won again for this sem, Minie!” Taehyung says in front of him but all his ears can focus on is the teasing the other students are giving to Jeongguk and that cheerleader.
Is this the reason why he’s not texting him? Or even replying to his texts? He already found someone he can show off to the whole campus? Is he tired of having this… whatever kind of secret relationship is he having with Jimin? Is that it?
It’s your fault for falling, Jimin.
“Minie? You’re not listening to me again!” Taehyung nudges his arm resting at the top of the table. Jimin tries to dry his eyes before facing him, a pout decorating Taehyung’s face. “I said there will be a mini celebration at your house later.”
“Really?” Jimin says, eyebrows meeting. “How did you know?” he pries, confusion written all over his face.
He doesn’t even know about that fact, and it’s his house. Why does Taehyung know about it?
Taehyung dramatically coughs, hands reaching for his water. He drinks it all in one shot. “I just heard your hyung talk about it when they walk past earlier,” he reasons out.
And Jimin, too out of focus to even notice the odd details, just nods his head. He tries to look at Jeongguk’s direction again and sees that the girl is finally gone on his lap, but still leeching beside him. Jeongguk’s eyes are on the girl, listening to whatever she’s saying. Jimin can also see how the girl caresses Jeongguk’s bare biceps, and it’s really just too much so he stands up from his chair, saying his hurried goodbye to his best friend, not minding the call of his name before he leaves the cafeteria.
☾
Jimin locks himself inside his room, cuddling his pillow as he cries. He hears some noises from the living room, might be Yoongi’s teammates. Their mini celebration must be starting already.
He received texts from Taehyung, asking him if everything’s alright and that he’ll visit him later. He also received one from Yoongi, asking him why he didn’t come home with him. He just ignores his phone, letting it lay somewhere in his bed.
He hears his phone ringing but he ignores it, nuzzling his face on his pillow, sobs escaping his lips. After a few more minutes of his phone ringing, it finally comes to a stop. He’s just thinking he’s finally gonna have a peaceful crying alone time when he hears a knock from his door.
“Just leave me alone,” he whines to himself.
He tries to ignore the knock, but as it gets longer, the louder the knock gets. So with puffy red eyes and pouty lips, Jimin stands up from his bed. He wipes his cheeks for any sign of tears before stomping to his door. When he opens it, he gets welcomed by Yoongi.
“Jimin— are you crying?” Yoongi immediately asks, holding Jimin’s wrist as he pushes him inside his room. His eyebrows are knitted, jaw clenching as he guides Jimin’s body to sit on his bed. He’s standing in front of him, hands on his hips. “Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?”
Yeah, myself . Jimin thinks but he only shakes his head, refusing to talk.
“Jimin,” Yoongi’s voice is stern, glaring down at him. “What happened? Tell me,”
Jimin shakes his head, lips starting to quiver at the fear of Yoongi finding out everything. His eyes start to water again, he tries to stop it but he can’t help the tears from falling down. Soon enough he’s a sobbing mess in front of his older brother.
“Did Jeongguk hurt you? Did he do this to you, Jimin?”
It’s almost instant, how Jimin’s sobs stop, wide eyes looking up to his hyung. The anger expression Yoongi has had Jimin standing up, hands holding Yoongi’s arm to stop him from leaving his room.
“Hyung, hyung, no! Jeongguk didn’t do anything, please don’t hurt him.” he begs, shaking his head. His grip on Yoongi’s arms tightening. “Hyung, please… don’t hurt Jeongguk. It’s all my fault. I’m sorry! I’m sorry…”
“Jimin… what the hell are you talking about?” Yoongi’s soft voice reaches his ears, teary eyes staring at his hyung. “I’m not gonna hurt Jeongguk, I’m just gonna ask him what he did and if he knows that you’re crying because of him.”
Jimin tries to sink in what Yoongi just told him, and after that, his grip on his arm loosening, eyebrow furrowing. “H-huh…? Hyung… did you know about me and Jeongguk?”
Yoongi snorts, “Of course, I’ve known it since last year. Jeongguk is just too obvious about what he feels for you it’s so funny.”
He hears Yoongi’s words, alright, but he’s barely registering it. So he just let out another, “Huh?” because what the hell is he even saying?! Isn't he supposed to be mad and angry now?!
Yoongi touches his shoulder, looking at him. “Jimin, listen to me. I’m not mad nor I’m gonna be mad with your relationship, okay? That will only happen if Jeongguk hurt you and make you cry, which is what I think that’s happening now so I might hit him later, but that’s it.”
Jimin is really confused, for real. “But what about two years ago? You… hit your friend because he’s pursuing me—”
“It’s because I know he’s only playing you, Jimin. That guy was my friend so I know how dick he is.” Yoongi explains. “Jeongguk is different, Minie. I know him deeply and I know he’s perfect for you. He really loves you, he’s been asking about you since the moment he saw your picture on my phone. And that happened when you were still in high school so I told him to wait for you to turn 18 before he can make a move on you. And if you will also like him, then it’s gonna be fine.”
Slowly, Jimin is starting to sink in everything. He’s starting to register all the information in his head, eyes blinking repeatedly. “So you mean to say… you knew all along?”
Yoongi nods his head, smiling a bit. “Yeah, and Jeongguk also told me the moment he kissed you the first time. That’s why I asked him to sleep over that night so you two can talk. Turns out he has a different definition of talk.”
Jimin feels his head aching with all of the revelation so he sits on his bed, hand on his temple. Yoongi says something about going to take some medicine and water for him as he leaves his room, leaving Jimin alone to think.
So all this time, Yoongi knew. Jeongguk told Yoongi from the very start. Is Jeongguk only waiting for him to be ready to tell Yoongi himself about them? But why? He should have just told him that Yoongi already knew! It’ll stop his overthinking!
Jimin’s head is hanging low so when someone enters his room, he thought it’s his hyung coming back with his medicine. When he turns his head up, his eyes meet another hyung’s eyes instead.
Jeongguk.
Jeongguk is standing in front of him, hands full of medicine and water. Jimin suddenly feels his lips quiver, eyes pricking with tears. Weeks without seeing the older closer and now, he’s feeling very emotional.
He can see Jeongguk panicking, eyes widening as he rushes to put what’s on his hands to Jimin’s bedside table before kneeling in front of Jimin, his palms hot against Jimin’s cheeks as he wipes the tears away.
“Baby? Shit, don’t cry. I’m sorry, please stop crying.” Jeongguk pleads, deep voice cracking. His own eyes are getting watery, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Jimin’s lips.
Jimin holds Jeongguk’s wrists, sighing into the kiss. He’s relieved, but his tears won’t stop falling. Jeongguk leans back, their faces still close to each other, his thumb softly caressing Jimin’s cheeks.
Jimin stares at his face and feels his tears forming on his eyes again, a sob escaping his lips. “I’m sorry, Jeonggukie hyung. I’m sorry for being a coward.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, wiping his tears. “Shh, baby, no you’re not a coward okay? I get it, you’re scared. It’s normal, love. I’m sorry if I made you feel horrible, for ignoring you for weeks. I was just hurt by the fact that you don’t seem to want everyone, especially your hyung to know about us. Then what I heard earlier, you denying you have a boyfriend—”
Jimin cries again, and Jeongguk panics again. “I just did that because I thought Yoongi hyung will hurt you once he knows about us and earlier— I just… I don’t want to tell Taehyung because I was scared. I told you, I’m a coward.” Jimin says.
“Yeah, Yoongi just told me earlier that you must be really scared about what he did to his friend.” Jeongguk says, his voice soft and heavenly. He plants a soft kiss on Jimin’s nose before smiling at him, cupping his jaw and cheeks. “Well he did punched me the next day after our first night together—”
Jimin’s eyes widen, “What—”
“It’s fine, baby. He did that because he’s your older brother. It was only one punch, then he told me shits like to never hurt you or else, etcetera etcetera, whatever. I mean, he doesn’t even need to tell me that? I know that myself? As if I can stomach hurting my baby,” Jeongguk says before closing his eyes, hanging his head low. “Turns out he’s right. I still hurt you, baby. I just made you cry, I feel like shit.”
It’s now Jimin’s turn to hold his face in his tiny palms. “Ggukie, no. I’m crying because of my own fault. I made you feel like I don’t want you when all I ever wanted is to show to the whole world that you’re mine.” he says. Jeongguk’s eyes get filled with tears, and as it falls from his eyes, Jimin wipes them away. “I’m just so in love with you, Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk tries to hide his crying face but Jimin laughs, holding his face firm, leaning in to plant soft kisses on his lips. Jeongguk’s hands fall from his cheeks down to his waist, pulling him closer for a hug. Jimin lets him burrow his face on his neck, his hands soothing the taller’s back. Jeongguk cries for a few good minutes until he finally calms down.
“Jeonggukie… hyung, who’s that girl earlier…?” Jimin manages to ask in their hug.
Jeongguk hums against his neck, “Hm?”
“The one who sat on your lap and who kept on caressing your biceps,” Jimin pouts at the memory.
“Oh… you saw that?” Jeongguk asks and Jimin nods. Jeongguk then tightens his hug on him, “I’m sorry you had to see that, baby. I pushed her off right away as soon as she sat on my lap but she remained beside me. She kept talking and I got irritated so I looked at her and told her I already have a boyfriend so she can leave.”
Jimin’s pout is turning into a smile, his heart blooming with love inside him. “I love you, hyung.” he whispers and Jeongguk whimpers against his neck, nipping and biting the skin that has Jimin moaning softly.
Jimin tilts his head to the side to give Jeongguk more access as the taller continues nipping and sucking on his neck, leaving purplish marks. Jimin grips on the back of his hair, letting out soft whimpers and moans.
“Mine,” Jeongguk whispers in his ears, lips trailing from his jaw down to his lips, attacking him with a desperate and rough kiss.
Jimin lets his body fall in his bed, their kiss not breaking. Jeongguk explores his mouth with his tongue like it’s his first time, his groans and grunts sending shivers down Jimin’s spine.
Minutes later, they’re both naked and Jeongguk had just removed his fingers out of his hole to replace with his hard dripping cock, his hips pounding on Jimin hard and fast that had Jimin crying from the pleasure.
Before they both come, Jeongguk leans down to kiss Jimin’s lips, whispering against their kiss, “I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”
That night, Jeongguk stays most of his time leaving his marks all over Jimin’s body, especially his neck and collarbone. Then they cuddled to sleep, without Jeongguk having to leave his side before the morning come.
They lay in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other and exchanging lazy kisses until they fall asleep.
☾
Jimin wakes up from the best sleep he’s ever got from his whole 19 years of life. He stares at Jeongguk’s sleeping face, counting his pretty long lashes, fingers softly booping his nose and caressing his moles.
The taller is still sleeping soundly and has his arms around Jimin’s shoulder and waist, it takes Jimin a whole hour to finally get out of his arms and bed. It’s already past 7 AM and Jimin’s stomach is rumbling from hunger so he decides to cook breakfast for them. He didn’t eat dinner last night, so must Jeongguk. After they make love, Jeongguk cleans them up a bit before they go to bed.
Jimin feels himself blushing at the thought of last night. They had 4-5 rounds last night as Jeongguk refused to leave his hole and kept marking him that had him aroused. His back and ass are sore but it’s worth it as he got to mark Jeongguk’s neck also.
As he leaves his room, his eyes are on his phone to check Taehyung’s messages to him. His last message on Jimin was him telling him that he arrived at their house, but Jimin never got to see him last night?
Well, he might have really dropped off to try and check on Jimin but since Jimin’s locked inside his room with Jeongguk, his best friend must have left.
He’ll just talk to him later in FaceTime, if ever.
He’s just turning to their kitchen when he hears his Yoongi hyung’s door opening. He averts his gaze from his phone to greet his hyung but instead, he sees a different kind of ‘hyung’.
It is a certain someone named Taehyung who is standing frozen in front of Yoongi’s slightly open door, wide eyes on Jimin.
“Oh my fucking God!”
fin.