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A look at the clock told him that this would be another night of suffering. The sounds traveling through the walls was enough to drive Jimin to want to commit murder. Why the hell was there a party almost every night lasting until two in the morning? Didn’t these assholes ever sleep?
Already exasperated and sleep deprived, Jimin sits up on his bed and frowns. One side of his hair is neat and put together, his blond tresses remaining just as he’d styled it before going to bed, but the other side is a complete mess, hair matted and sticking every which way. This was pretty much Park Jimin’s personality–orderly and chaotic. Most of what could be seen from the outside—what most people would judge— is the nerdy and intelligent student who had a perfect 4.0 every semester and made it to the president’s list without fail. But right now that 4.0 was in danger of dropping all because of the fraternity bastards next door that had absolutely no consideration for other people’s sleep schedules.
Even though he studies his ass off and dedicates every moment of his wakefulness to being the best of the best, this lack of sleep would surely cause his grades to slip. What was this like…the third or fourth night of partying?
It was crazy that he had to deal with such bullshit. Don’t they know that he has no other option but to succeed? His family is relying on him, even breaking the bank in order to pay for his education. If he doesn’t succeed, his family could lose their bakery. They put a lien on it to pay for Jimin’s education and he wasn’t going to let them down. He has a plan, one that includes getting an amazing job and helping his family get out of financial duress.
And these fools were threatening that.
Fueled by his fury, Jimin whips the blanket off his form, slips on some sneakers, and huffs his way down the hall to the elevator. When he arrives on the first floor, he steps out and pumps his arms in order to speed walk out of the building and jog down the walkway towards one of the most annoying fraternity houses known to man. When he’s finally in front of said house, he sees the words, House of Bangtan, standing boldly on the top of the arch above the porch, the wooden letters protruding in a way that almost seems to be mocking him. “Assholes,” he mutters under his breath. Squaring his shoulders and breathing fire out of his nose, he takes the steps two at a time reaching the door quickly.
The boom of whatever song they’re listening to bounces off the walls causing the glass on the front door to vibrate. His heart rate picks up and he’s breathing much faster than before, but this has nothing to do with his exerted energy. He’s fucking pissed! He lifts up his small fist and begins to pound on the wooden part of the door, knowing the music is so loud they probably won’t even hear him, but he doesn’t relent. He pounds and pounds and is already on the verge of calling campus police when it finally swings open to reveal a tall mountain of a man with blue hair. His smile is way too relaxed making it clear he’s drunk, and it makes Jimin’s blood boil even hotter.
“Hey, cutie. Here for the party? It’s kinda already been going on for a whi—”
“Don’t call me that! Do you have any idea what time it is? Any idea that people actually go to school and have classes in the morning? Turn down that music before I call campus pol—”
“Hey, Joon. Who’s this cutie?” Another man, probably the purveyor of alcohol, if the smile he sports is anything to go by, appears at the door. He seems way too chipper for the time of night and he’s wearing a bright yellow tank top in the middle of Fall, which means he’s gotta be the hype man. No one has this much energy at two in the morning.
“I’m not sure, Hob-ah. He seems a little angry though.”
“Maybe invite him in. Hey, little dude, my name is Hoseok. Would you like to come in and grab a dri—”
Jimin screams.
He screams so loud and so suddenly that the men before him scramble back and cover their ears. Jimin is clenching his fists so tightly that he’ll surely draw blood, but what keeps him from hitting the two idiots in front of him is the third and more calm guy. He steps out from behind the door after opening it wider, and he looks mostly asleep, except that he’s walking and looking at Jimin with half closed lids.
“What’s with the fucking noise? I was trying to sleep.”
Jimin blinks. HOW THE FUCK WAS HE EVEN SLEEPING IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN HOUSE?
“Oh thank God you’re here, Yoongi. This guy seems upset about something. Maybe you can get him to come inside.”
Yoongi turns to look at Jimin who has a strange look in his eye, almost as if he’s imagining them lying inside of caskets, his sadistic smile evidence of those feelings. Jimin watches as the man comes closer and offers a hand. “Hey, I’m Min Yoongi. Is there something we can help you with?”
Finally someone with a fucking reasonable brain. “Yes! You can help me by turning off this music. I’ve been losing sleep for weeks! I have an exam tomorrow and if I fail I’m taking you all to court.”
Yoongi tilts his head and blinks at the man before him. “Oh, we had no idea. We’re sorry about that. Joon, turn the music down, will ya?”
Jimin takes a sharp breath. “Thank you. Finally someone with some sense.” Jimin huffs. He can’t believe these meatheads were actually being reasonable.
Joon smiles and so does Hobi before they both disappear into the house. Jimin nods his head and bites his bottom lip, a little confused by his victory, but feeling happy nonetheless. He hears the music go off and is just about to thank Yoongi again when suddenly the music comes back, but this time it’s even louder. His eyes go wide and he looks at Yoongi in betrayal. He watches the man step back inside, smile a sadistic smile and then close the door in his face.
“Motherfuckers!” Jimin shouts, but only the door receives the brutal retort. Jimin marches off the porch with a renewed fire burning in the pit of his soul. He makes it to his room in no time and dials the campus police. By the time he gets them on the line, he makes his complaint very clear and they offer a patrol officer to investigate. After about ten minutes the music stops and then silence fills the air. Jimin smiles.
Laying back on the pillows and tucked in nice and snug, he takes in a deep breath before releasing it with a satisfied hum.
1– Park Jimin
0 – House of Bangtan douchebags
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Was the sun shining brighter? The birds singing more beautifully? Is the air quality cleaner? For Jimin, yes. The answer is yes. Ever since justice was served the night before, he woke up with an extra pep in his step. His morning coffee from his favorite campus café just seemed to taste fresher, as if the beans were pressed especially for him, and he really felt like today would be the best day of his life.
Just as he was getting to class, preparing for his dreaded chemistry exam, a familiar shoulder tenderly bumps into his own. “What’s got you all smiley today, Minnie?”
Jimin’s smile grows wider and he flips his fringe sassily before peeking at his friend. “I finally got some sleep, Tae.” Jimin bats his eyelashes and bumps his friend’s shoulder in return.
“You did? How did you manage that?” Tae knows all about Jimin’s hardships with the local fraternity house, for his ears were constantly buzzing with complaints, but he still felt for his soulmate knowing that Jimin was just trying to get some sleep so he could be functional for his classes. He hated Bangtan House by default and that was all there was to it.
“Well,” Jimin begins, “I finally called the police on them.” He puffs out his chest and lifts his chin up a few degrees leaving Tae speechless as he tries to catch up to his much faster yet shorter best friend’s steps. “WHAAT!? Holy shit. Do you think they know who did it?”
“Of course they did! I was at their house moments before making the call. I couldn’t take it anymore, Tae! I almost hit one of them, but–”
“Hold on. Minnie, did you just say you went to their house?”
“Yea, and…”
“Holy shit. I wouldn’t have had the balls. Remind me never to cross you, babe.”
Jimin snorts. “They just get me so riled up. I’ve never wanted to hit someone so bad. Can you believe they slammed their door in my face? I’m glad I called the cops. They’re lucky I didn’t set their house on fire.”
“Jimin!”
“What?!” Jimin asks, not looking the least bit remorseful.
“Let’s not jump straight to arson, though they probably do deserve it. Those fraternities are terrors at night and they also have the worst parties when they’re nearing the initiation ceremonies. I hope their scare with the police was a wake up call for them.”
Jimin looks at his friend curious as to what he could mean. He’d already dealt with so much shit and now adding more to it made his stomach flip. “You mean they get worse? How bad are these initiation ceremonies?”
“Bad. Every year they have this crazy ass ceremony and they choose the most outrageous traditions to initiate new and unsuspecting members. A few years ago they made the new recruits pretend to date someone and then had them dump the poor unsuspecting souls in front of the members of the house. The sweet babies ran out of that house crying. It was so fucking awful.”
Jimin stops walking. Looking right at Taehyung, he lifts up a fist and looks far off into the distance as if visualizing his victims. “Who the fuck does shit like that? Now I hate Bangtan House even more.”
“Oh, I don’t think it was any members of their house. It was mostly some of the other ones close by, but I wouldn’t put it past them either. Anyways, I hope they get what’s coming to them.”
Jimin continues to walk. “So do I, Tae. So do I.”
For some reason his exam takes a lot out of him or maybe it’s all the tension he’s been carrying on his shoulders for so long, but he was so glad when it was finally over. Midterms were always the worst, and now he had several weeks to relax before preparing for finals.
He makes it home, undresses and puts on his most comfy robe before settling down on the bed with his laptop. There’s a series he’s been meaning to watch for a while, but with school being his top priority he tends to forget about taking care of himself. Tae always chastises him for it and Jimin knows he means well, but his best friend will never understand the weight of having your family depend on you as their safety net. Taehyung grew up well off and didn’t have to worry about such things as tuition and food.
As soon as he pulls his instant ramen out of the microwave he sits himself down and presses play. Several hours pass and Jimin doesn’t care, so absorbed into his series that he doesn’t realize when he starts to doze off. It’s to be expected with all the lack of sleep he’s been dealing with. The show stops streaming when it detects no one is watching, but Jimin misses all of this now that he's deep in sleep.
The winter is slowly approaching so the days stay darker longer but all of this is no issue with the black-out curtains Jimin purchased. For him it’s always dark. The evening turns into night and soon he’s been asleep for hours. His cheeks are tinted pink due to the heat of the robe that’s kept his body nice and warm and a slight amount of drool starts crusting over the crack of his mouth as he snores lightly. This isn’t something he usually does, but when you’re beyond exhausted, these things can’t be helped.
It’s somewhere deep into the night when Jimin feels his fingers buzzing, a faint thumping in the air causing them to bounce off the mattress. His body is also tackling small tremors and he wakes up thinking he probably needs to use the restroom, but as soon as the haze of his sleep starts to disappear, he realizes that what he’s feeling is the bass of music.
“Fuck me.” He groans into his pillow. “This has to be a joke!” He’s barely awake but his body responds as if on autopilot jumping off of the bed and stomping his feet. It’s a reaction he can’t control at this point. He hates House of Bangtan so much, no, he hates the members of the house so much he wants to rip his hair out in frustration. He wraps the robe around himself tighter, running his hands up and down his face before swiping his messy hair into a semi-decent style. He slips on his glasses since he doesn’t have time for contacts and then rushes out of his dorm room.
He doesn’t even care at this point. The anger is radiating off of him in waves and obviously calling the police has done nothing, so the undeniable ending here is that Jimin is going to end up getting arrested. He’s not worried about that since he knows Tae will bail him out. Sure, he might lose his place in veterinary school and even be put on probation, but somehow it all seems worth it.
You need to control your anger, little one.
Jimin hears Tae’s voice echoing in his head. His friend has many points about Jimin’s anger being too much; Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever felt this angry before in his life. Something about this group of self-righteous, selfish, inconsiderate assholes is really setting his nerves ablaze.
He’s stomping down the short path it takes to reach the house, not even realizing how insane he must look marching around with just a robe and house shoes on as he mumbles to himself like a madman. The mocking house name glares at him once again and Jimin sticks his tongue out at it as he continues his trek up the stairs and bangs loudly.
Nothing.
He bangs again, even removes his slipper and uses it to cushion his fist as he bangs and bangs. Just as he turns around in search of a rock, someone opens the door. He turns, seething, ready to tear a new one into whichever asshole is there, but he stops short, his jaw dropping.
“Can I help you?”
Jimin just stares in stunned silence. This person…this NEW person…he’s never seen before. He would know if he’d seen him and he certainly hadn’t. It takes him a little longer than he’d like, but he gets himself together, clearing his throat and lifting his chin rebelliously. He makes sure to add a little more fire to his eyes in order to get his point across.
“Yes, you can help me. I’ve filed so many complaints about how loud and obnoxious your music is and yet here we are once again! I need sleep! I’m so fucking exhausted. Don’t you people have any consideration?”
The man at the door narrows his eyes at Jimin and tilts his head to the side, eyes roving up and down his body as he assesses him. Jimin scoffs and sets a hand on his hip waiting.
“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
The man chuckles and then crosses his arms over his chest, a big chest if you ask Jimin, but since nobody asked it doesn’t matter.
Jimin huffs.
“I didn’t know the campus allowed grandpas to live here.”
Jimin chokes on his already thought out rebuttal and flames blow out of his nose.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re excused.” The man replies, but he’s clearly finding all of this funny while Jimin is two seconds away from pulling his old Kendo moves on this asshole.
“What did you just say about me?” Jimin huffs, arms now crossing, mimicking the rude jerk in front of him.
“I said…”
“I know what you said! I am no old man, clearly!” Jimin moves his hands up and down his sides in a show that he is not an old man in the least. But all of this doesn’t dissuade the other man who just snorts and bites his bottom lip watching Jimin cluck around like a chicken with ruffled feathers.
“Oh, yeah…of course not. The glasses and the drool threw me off.” He’s clearly mocking Jimin, which Jimin doesn’t find funny at all, and he feels the anger inside of him start to boil over until the other’s eyes drift down to Jimin’s mouth and then down his neck burning a hot trail to the bit of exposed clavicle peeking from under the robe.
It’s then that Jimin remembers he’s completely naked under it, and that knowledge brings another type of heat surging up his spine and to the tips of his ears, finally settling on his cheeks.
“Well…I–I–I…” he stutters.
“You?” The other helps and Jimin scoffs.
“Turn the music down!” He manages to find his voice and then turns with a flair, stomping off, unable to continue the argument now that he’s more aware of his state. No one is going to take him seriously looking the way he looks. He’s just going to have to write a letter and make a bigger deal so that the campus makes the necessary changes.
He doesn’t miss the laugh the echoes behind him and for some reason it makes his belly swoop.
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“I don’t care who he is. They’re all assholes! Every single one of them.” Jimin pouts, the granola bar he’s eating barely touching his lips while he relives his traumatic memories.
Jin smirks at his dramatic lab partner and Tae eyes him in a silent understanding. They’re currently having lunch under the shade of a large tree in the least populated part of the university. Jin brought yummy sandwiches which helped Jimin feel semi-happy, but he’s still burdened by the mere existence of his mortal enemies, though.
“Jimin, baby, you only have a few more weeks to deal with them and then you’ll be able to move to your requested housing. You won’t have to deal with them anymore after that.”
“Yeah, I mean, Jeon Jungkook is pretty popular so I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into him already—but he is like…well loved by most people on campus. Being captain of the soccer team will get you that. Maybe once you move you won’t see him at all.”
“Here’s to hoping. God! If I see any of their faces again I’m going to punch their smug smiles right off.”
“Temper, little chick.”
Jimin huffs at Tae. “Yeah. Yeah. You just shoulda been there, Tae Tae. I just…I don’t know. For some reason that— Jeon Jungkook rubbed me the wrong way. More so than his friends. He called me a grandpa!” He pouts and his friends chuckle.
“I mean…he’s not wron–”
“Don’t you finish that sentence, Kim Taehyung, or I will revoke our best friend card.” He’s making a gesture as if he’s holding an invisible card in the air and Tae gasps dramatically.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, try me!”
They stare each other down before breaking down in a fit of giggles and Jin swats them both on the thigh. “That’s enough children. I gotta get back to my class, but maybe we’ll see each other later?”
“Oh shit!” Tae chokes out. “I forgot, there’s a party this weekend to celebrate the end of midterms. I think we should all go and let loose before we’re bombarded with more exams at the end of the semester. What do you say?”
Jimin stares at his best friend's perfectly executed pout and fights everything within him to give in to his best friend because he’d rather stay at home and sleep. But the truth is, he has been extra grumpy lately and Taehyung has been nothing but supportive. He even offered to let him sleep in his apartment. Jimin declined because their schedules didn’t match up and the commute would have cost him too much. He doesn’t like to be a burden.
He breathes out of his nose in defeat. “Fine! But I’m going home before two.”
“Yes!” His soulmate stands and starts shaking his ass all while Seokjin stands there cackling.
“I’ll also be there. I need to find me a handsome man and get fucked so hard I forget my name.”
“T.M.I., hyung.” Jimin whines.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Jin grumbles, but he’s smiling and then he waves them off.
The end of the week comes faster than Jimin expected and surprisingly the whore house (fraternity) has been quiet. Maybe the exams wiped them too?
He’s strangely excited to be going out, maybe due to all the sleep he’s been able to get. There’s quite a few cute outfits he’s thinking of wearing, thanks to his soulmate buying them. Tae always insists he thinks of Jimin whenever he goes shopping and can’t help himself when he buys him things and Jimin feels so guilty accepting them because it’s not his money. But his best friend assures him that being his sugar daddy is what he lives for. Jimin makes sure to spank him extra for being so crass.
He’s already dressed when Taehyung texts him telling him he’s almost at his dorm room. Jimin sits on his small bed and starts putting on his eye makeup. He’s thankful that he didn’t get a roommate this year. For some reason all the other rooms had been taken leaving Jimin to this super small one bedroom dorm, but he’ll take that over sharing with some stranger. He doesn’t like change much and he’s happy with the friends he already has.
Taehyung followed him from high school with no real idea as to what he wanted to major in, and since money wasn't a problem for him, he just signed up for the same university and became an art major. Because he could afford it, Tae lives in an apartment fifteen minutes from campus. He seems to enjoy it and is doing pretty well, so Jimin is very proud.
He’s just finished applying his favored Dior lip gloss, another gift from Tae, when the very same man knocks on his door.
“Come in.” Jimin shouts.
Taehyung struts in looking as amazing as ever. He must’ve bought this new outfit because Jimin has never seen it on him. “Ready, my angel?” Tae smiles and Jimin hums. “Yeah. I just need to put on my rings.”
He busies himself looking for his silver rings and then adjusts his hair in the small mirror he has propped up on a chair in the corner. He looks good, the black skinny jeans that make his ass look amazing hug every curve and the white v-neck t-shirt is soft against his skin. He puts on a soft deep blue cardigan that pops thanks to the various silver necklaces adorning his neck. Tae comes up from behind and hugs him around the waist, setting his chin over Jimin’s shoulder.
“You look hot, babe. I’d fuck you.”
“Well it’s a good thing you won’t be fucking me. Otherwise I’d have to wonder about all those women you’ve dated.”
“Hey! What if I’m a closeted bi and I’m afraid to tell you my deepest secrets?”
Jimin turns around and laughs right in Taehyung's face. “Please! You’ve told me all about your nasty sexual escapades in way more detail than is necessary. Even when you let that one girl peg you! I think you’d tell me if you were bi.”
“Touché. I only let her cuz I was curious.”
“Maybe you’re questioning.” Jimin snorts.
“Maybe I am.” He quirks a brow.
They leave the room and Taehyung smacks Jimin’s ass for good measure as he locks the door. “I told you your ass looks good in those.”
“I know. That’s why I’m wearing them.” Jimin smirks and then does a tiny twerk before they continue down the hall giggling like idiots.
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The party is in full swing by the time they get there. Jin said he'd meet them at some point, but the friends don’t hold their breath knowing that when their hyung lets loose, he really lets loose. He’d probably arrived hours ago and is somewhere receiving a blow job.
Jimin makes it a few steps in before people are waving Tae over. Ever the social butterfly, Taehyung turns apologetically toward Jimin and he just smiles and waves him off. “Go have fun, Tae Tae. Come find me later.”
“You’re the best, Min.” He kisses his best friend on the cheek and then he’s off dashing to a group of pretty girls Jimin is sure Tae will be seducing all night.
Jimin huffs out and then rubs a hand over his chest, the tightness there suddenly making itself known. He doesn’t really do outings. It’s just not something he’s ever been into. When he lived at home he was always studying and not letting himself get distracted so that he could get good grades and get accepted into the university he’s currently attending. Tae did try to distract him, but he also knew how important it was for Jimin to succeed. His family is relying on him after all.
Tonight, though, he plans on letting loose. There is no one here to make him doubt himself or make him feel guilty for having a little fun. Sure, he does that to himself most times, but right now he’s so worn down he knows he has to loosen the lid from the pressure building inside of him.
He manages to find the drinks and he’s down two shots by the time his body falls into the rhythm of the music. He loves dancing so much. It was his major in high school, but realistically he couldn’t continue that in university. Dancing doesn’t pay the bills. Thankfully the university has a dance club Jimin signed up for where he’s able to continue doing what he loves, not losing the skill. He’s made quite a few friends there, one of which he’s dancing with now.
“This music is horrible.” Lea pouts and she wraps her arms around Jimin’s neck.
“I know!” Jimin chuckles, grabbing Lea’s hand to spin her before bringing her back.
“Wanna make a choreo for it?” She giggles and Jimin giggles back.
“Yea!”
They both start dancing silly and when the song switches to something hip hop, they switch up their technique and start popping their chests and arms. They’re in a fit of giggles and Jimin almost loses his balance. He knocks back into someone that just so happens to be walking by with a drink in their hand and it splashes all the way down his back.
“Fuck!”
“Shit, watch where you’re—”
Jimin freezes when he turns around. He wanted to apologize for being the reason the person spilled their drink, but the words stay frozen on his tongue.
“You!” He glares. And the grin that he gets in return makes his blood boil.
“Hey, it’s the campus grandpa.”
“I’m not a grandpa.” Jimin seethes. Fists clenching at his sides.
“Clearly. I like you better in these clothes.” Jungkook eyes him up and down with a hungry stare that appalls Jimin. Was this asshole actually flirting with him after calling him a grandpa and spilling alcohol down his back?
“Well now these clothes are ruined thanks to you.”
“Jimin, are you okay? Do you need me to get you some paper towels?” Lea offers, grabbing Jimin’s attention. He schools his features and calms down before turning toward her. He smiles gently and shakes his head.
“It’s okay. Thank you. I think I’m going to go.”
Lea nods and looks forlorn but Jimin squeezes her shoulders and smiles. “Thanks for dancing with me.”
“Of course. See you on Tuesday.”
Jimin nods and then spins back to Jungkook who is still behind him surprisingly. He scoffs at the jock and then turns on his heels toward the exit. He’ll have to text Tae to tell him about his little accident.
He’s making his way through the crowd, getting bumped around a little since it’s a bit past midnight and most people are drunk. He makes it to the other room when a hand wraps around his wrist and tugs. Jimin thinks maybe it’s Tae or Jin, but when he turns it’s neither.
“What?!” He spits, already so close to breaking his teeth with the way he’s grinding them. This man and his hoard of clown friends have been nothing but annoying for Jimin this entire semester and now Jungkook has the audacity to touch him?
“Hey, hey. Calm down. I’m just trying to help. Jimin was it?”
“I don’t need your fucking hel—how do you know my name?”
“I heard your girlfriend say it.”
Jimin’s brain starts to compute who the hell his girlfriend even is because the last time he checked he wasn’t into girls. The absolute audacity of the man in front of him was starting to make his head hurt.
“Actually, you know what? How about you leave me the fuck alone? How about you and your friends give me a moment of peace!? How about that?”
Jungkook glares at him and then starts laughing. Actually laughing in his face. “You’re really uptight, huh?”
“What!? If I’m uptight it’s probably because of you!”
“You don’t even know me, sweetheart.”
“Thank God! Now let go of my wrist.”
Jungkook lifts a brow and scoffs. “Your wish is my command.” He drops Jimin’s hand harshly and then walks backwards while giving Jimin a look of disdain.
Jimin simply scoffs in return and turns around with so much flair he almost loses his balance thanks to the alcohol flowing through his system. He manages to gather his bearings and then he marches right out of the party. He walks the fifteen minutes it takes to make it to his room, rips all of his clothes off, wipes the makeup off of his face with a remover wipe and then throws himself into the comfort of his bed.
His body sinks into the mattress, fluffy comforter wrapped around him like a cocoon. This is his happy place and it’s the best place. He doesn’t even know why he leaves the comfort of this space sometimes, but then he remembers his parents and how they could lose everything if Jimin fails them.
He falls asleep with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
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Jimin is late. He’s rushing through the campus to get to class and he has the café run by other students to thank for his lateness. His order was forgotten and five other people were served first before Jimin perked up and realized he hadn’t gotten his. He’s been so out of it lately and his mind seemed to be losing track of time as well.
By the time he got his coffee, which he desperately needed, he was already pushing his luck. Just as he rounds the corner of the hall where his biology class is, he bumps into someone, thankfully only spilling a small amount that doesn’t hit anyone’s skin.
“Oh, I’m so sorr—”
“Oh shit…”
A gasp. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Jimin croaks, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.
Jungkook bites his lip and throws his head back in a laugh. The pretty mole beneath his bottom lip becomes more prominent and Jimin has to ignore this new detail.
“I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose, smarty pants.”
“Smarty pants?! You know wha—”
“Yeah. That’s what you are, no? Why else would you be in the Sciences building?”
“Um…excuse me but you are too!”
“Actually, I’m taking a shortcut, but now that I know you’re running around all over the place spilling drinks on people, I’ll make sure to avoid it from now on.”
“Good! Your jock brain probably can’t even handle being in this building with all of these smart people. It’s probably melting.”
Jungkook stifles a laugh, face failing at hiding the amusement he’s clearly feeling. He doesn't respect Jimin. Why else would he be laughing?
“Yeah. I think it’s more my skin that’s melting. First my drink and now coffee? What’s next?” His brow is furrowed and he actually looks concerned.
Jimin is offended.
“If I wanted to throw drinks at you I would have gone to your fraternity and thrown it right in your face!”
“Would you now? I’d like to see you try.” He’s wearing a wolfish grin and Jimin wants so badly to just go through with it and throw the coffee in his face. But he can’t. He’s late now, thanks to every possible bad thing happening to him today.
“I don’t have time for idiots like you. Move.”
“Idiot? Did you just call me an idiot?”
“Yes. Do I have to spell it out for you? I-d-i-o—”
“Fuck off.”
“You wish.” Jimin spits and then rushes around Jungkook, happy to have the last word.
He makes it to class late, obviously chastised by the teacher and made fun of by Jin who is standing by their lab station waiting. He rushes over and does his best to get himself in order. If it wasn’t for Jin, Jimin would be so lost in this class. Jin also wants to be a veterinarian and has been helping Jimin the entire semester. Labs are always a bit difficult to understand so he’s thankful to have a doting hyung in his life.
Once he sits, he manages to get started and when the professor gets distracted by someone else, Jimin passes Jin a bag containing a muffin he bought him. He tends to buy him food as a way of saying thanks. “Put it away.” He whispers. “You know we can’t eat in here.”
Jin smirks. “Who’s gonna stop me?” He winks before taking a big bite and then closing the bag before shoving it in his backpack.
Jimin just rolls his eyes. “Hyung, I’m already in deep shit. If you get caught she’s gonna ask why you have a muffin and it’s all going to come back to me.”
“Jimin, my love. How dare you doubt me? I would take a bullet for you.”
“Dramatic much?”
“Not for my Min Min. So…why were you late? It’s unlike you.”
“Well…the café for one…and for two…fucking Jeon Jungkook.”
“You’re fucking Jeon Jungkook?”
“NO! Will you keep it down! We don’t want to start such insane rumors. I wouldn’t touch Jungkook with a ten foot pole.”
Jin giggles. “So what the hell did he do?”
Jimin tells him about the party first, for context, and then tells him about the coffee. Jin’s eyes reach his hairline and he rubs his chin in thought. “Sounds like a drama to me.”
“Well, it’s not. It’s more like a nightmare. I hate his guts.”
“That’s funny because you’d be the only one.”
“That’s because everyone else is blinded by his good looks, but I don’t care about that. He's an evil incarnate.”
“Whatever you say, baby.” Jin chuckles and they get back to work.
🥼〰🏫〰⚽
The semester continues on without another hitch and Jimin is actually happier that he hasn’t had to deal with anyone’s bullshit for a month. That and the fact that he’s been able to catch up on sleep has made him significantly less moody. Finals are starting tomorrow and Jimin is fresh faced, his ten step face care routine is done, robe on and glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose while reading his favorite book. It’s the perfect way to relax before all of tomorrow’s stress.
He’s just setting his book down, lifting the blanket and shuffling himself deep into the comfort of his blanket so he can get a full night’s rest when he hears it. It’s faint at first, a tiny thump thump thump. It’s easily ignorable, Jimin tells himself, so he pushes himself deeper into the bed and wraps the comforter around his head to mute any sounds that may inhibit his sleep.
But then it gets louder. He can feel it through his body, the sound waves bouncing him lightly against the surface of his mattress.
He’s going to kill them all.
He sits up abruptly, blond hair sticking up from the static he’s managed to build up while hiding in his blankets. He reaches for his glasses, wraps his robe tightly around his body before rethinking it. He rips it off, rushing to his dresser to find gray sweatpants and a hoodie. He sees the toy hammer Tae got him for his birthday as a joke. He told Jimin to use it when he needed to release pent up stress and sometimes he would smack it against the pillow, but now he’s considering using it on Jungkook.
He shakes his head. That’ll probably escalate things.
He huffs, rolls his shoulders back, does a little stretch preparing to walk into battle.
He doesn’t rush this time, not allowing the scum that live in that fraternity to piss him off any further. He’s going to walk over there and demand respect. There has to be one reasonable person living there who he could talk some sense into.
When he gets to the fraternity, he goes to knock but then realizes that they’re having a party and the door is likely open.
It is.
He waltzes in, taking in the foyer before stepping in and seeing no one. Slowly voices begin to drift into the hall and Jimin realizes that it’s only the guys who live here that are being loud. There are no other people in any of the rooms he’s walked past. He follows the voices assuming that they’re coming from a room upstairs. Slowly he reaches for the banister and begins to ascend. He doesn’t really know where he’s going but the house layout seems pretty self-explanatory. When he finds them, he’s going to give them a piece of his mind. He turns when he hears a loud laugh, assuming the guys are in the room nearest him, but then it goes quiet. It’s hard to tell with the music bouncing off his eardrums.
He continues to walk realizing there are a lot more rooms than he was ready for. He’s starting to get annoyed. Why do these idiots even need to be blasting music when there wasn’t a party taking place and why was it so loud? Another very important question is where the hell did they even keep the speakers?
It takes him a lot longer than it should, but strangely he’s starting to feel a little bit nervous. The fact that he’s inside someone’s home without them knowing slowly makes him think that this might not be the best idea. Suddenly, he doesn’t want to be caught. Suddenly, he’s feeling a little guilty for waltzing in here without any thought in the world. These guys were really making him insane.
Regret is a heavy thing and so Jimin decides since he hasn’t been seen, he can just sneak back out and try to pretend like he doesn’t hear the noise because all of this isn’t going to last much longer. Once this semester is over he’ll be free from the hell he’s had to endure for two fucking semesters and he’ll be in his new apartment. Far, far away.
He turns on his heels, glances around glad that he sees no one. Just as he grabs the railing to go down, a door opens down the hall and he makes a dart for the room closest to him. It’s unlocked by some merciful reason, and he runs in, shutting the door quickly and pressing his back against it while attempting to rein in his breathing. His eyes are closed, heart beating wildly in his chest as he trains his ears on the noise outside hoping no one enters the room he’s in. The footsteps get close, but then they disappear as they descend.
“Fuck me. That was close.” He breathes out quietly. When he opens his eyes he finds darkness, but thankfully there is a door to his right with a light illuminating the cracks. It’s the only light he’s gifted. With it, he attempts to feel around for where he might be so that he can find a window. If he’s not too high he can simply climb down and then move on from this shitshow. Just as he takes a step forward, the door to his right starts to open. He makes a dash…for what? HE DOESN’T KNOW!
His heart is beating even faster and he might throw up, but he jumps into gear, elated when he finds what he thinks to be a window. He gets a few steps in front of it before the door opens further. He doesn’t make it far. Everything goes to hell after.
A shoe?
Maybe a bag?
Whatever it is, Jimin trips over it and goes crashing right onto the floor. He lets out a scream and smacks into the side table bringing all of its contents crashing to the floor. There is pain—everywhere. He thinks he has a bump on his head, but he can’t be sure. All he knows is that he was loud, very loud, and that whoever was coming through that door is now standing over him.
“Holy shit. Are you okay?”
It’s the only thing Jimin processes first, but as he tries to glance up, his apology ready on the tip of his tongue, he barely takes in a figure with a towel hanging low on their hips.
Said person kneels down, towel dangerously close to slipping off, but somehow it doesn’t. Jimin can’t focus on that, not with the throbbing pain shooting through his head. His vision isn’t exactly clear and he realizes then that he probably has a concussion, and maybe he’s ruined his brain a little—and this is going to affect his test tomorrow isn't it?
“Hey. Are you okay,” comes that soothing voice again. Jimin ponders if maybe this person is nice. Perhaps he can ask them to turn down the music because his head feels like it’s about to crack open.
“I—I…think so. My head…”
The person flicks on their bedside lamp and Jimin freezes.
“Holy shit. What are you doing here?”
It takes a second for Jimin’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he immediately tries to scramble to his feet. “You…You!!! YOU!”
“Hey, hey. Calm down. It seems like you hit your head pretty bad. I can see a bump starting to form. I should get you somethi—”
“No! I don’t need anything from you! I…I need to go…” He goes to stand but slips and falls back onto his plush behind. That hurts too.
For some reason he starts to feel emotional lips forming into a pout and eyes building tears… and ...and…Jimin isn’t usually a crier, but right now he’s so upset he just might. He’s mad he got caught, mad that it had to be THIS ASSHOLE, and he’s mad that he’s in pain.
“Let me go!” He huffs when he feels Jungkook trying to help him stand. He barely makes it up, wobbly on his feet, and then he’s storming out.
“How did you even get inside of my room, Jimin?” Jungkook asks teasingly from behind and it makes heat creep up the back of his neck. He spins on his feet and almost falls again. Jungkook jerks as if he’s about to catch him. Jimin doesn’t miss that.
“I wasn’t in your room. I got lost!”
“Lost? How so? Did someone let you in?”
“Well… I mean… Not exactly, but that’s not the point.”
Jungkook laughs in disbelief and Jimin is offended.
“What?! You think I’m lying?”
“Yes, actually. I do.”
“Well. I don’t care what you think. I came here to tell you to turn down your music because tomorrow we have finals and …” Jimin feels a little faint thanks to all the blood rushing to his brain. He steps to the side, hand landing on the doorknob to hold himself up.
Jungkook rushes forward—still in a towel— and it’s now that Jimin registers it fully. He watches the taller walk over, his abs flexing and arms strong as he reaches out to hold Jimin’s arm. His skin is still wet, water droplets slowly rolling off his body and Jimin croaks. Thankfully he can blame his current affliction for his reaction.
“Fuck. Just…sit here and don’t move. I’m going to get some ice.” Jungkook runs to his dresser, slips on some sweats under his towel swiftly before throwing the towel to the side. It’s a very efficient and quick move that Jimin finds he dislikes because he wasn’t able to see more.
Oh god. Maybe he does have a concussion because why would he even think that!?
Jungkook is out the door and then returns with the ice in less than five minutes. He awkwardly holds it up, unsure if he’s allowed to touch Jimin. The way he stands there makes Jimin wonder why he’s being so careful. It’s not like they’re nice to each other. Jimin literally waltzed into their home without permission for goodness sake.
“Here.” Jungkook blurts out and passes the ice pack to Jimin who gladly takes it. He hovers it over his bump and whimpers a little at that pain. This really was the stupidest thing he’s ever done. Maybe Taehyung is right about his anger.
Jimin doesn’t look up at Jungkook for a good few minutes, too afraid of what the other will say. He’s surprised when Jungkook walks off to the bathroom. Jimin takes it as his way out. This has to be Jungkook’s way of acting like this never happened because there are literally no words they can exchange. He’s just getting up off the floor when Jungkook returns shaking a pill bottle.
“You’re going to have a horrible headache later. Might want to take some.”
Jimin looks up and he wants so badly to say thank you, but he doesn’t. “I’m not taking those. You’re probably trying to drug me.”
Jungkook scoffs so loudly Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise.
“You’re really a piece of work, Jimin.” he eyes Jimin with something near annoyance and then waves him off. “You’d better leave. If anyone else sees you they might call campus police on you.”
Jimin wants to curse out loud. How many times has he called campus police and they never did a thing? The funny thing is that he knows for a fact just because it’s him the police most likely will do something. It would just be Jimin’s luck. He stands up fully attempting to be bigger than Jungkook, but that’s in vain. The other man is clearly a head taller. “Fine.” Jimin pouts and walks out the door, speed walking until he’s out of the house.
Once he’s closer to his own building he releases the breath he was holding.
“Just a few more weeks.” He chants to himself. Once exams are over and the semester is complete he’ll be moving to his larger, more quiet student housing and that’s all that keeps him from losing his mind.
🥼〰🏫〰⚽
“This is a really nice apartment, Min.” Taehyung compliments as he and Jin bring boxes to Jimin’s new place. Jimin is so excited about his new home he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Though his parents already have a home and provided Jimin with the basic needs, he has never really lived in such a new and nice looking place.
“I know. What I’m most excited about is the fact that there won't be any noise. It’ll just be me and my quiet space. So much studying is going to happen here!”
Taehyung laughs. “Jimin, all you think about is studying. What you need to do is bring yourself a hot ass man over and have your way with him.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. The last thing he has time for is a relationship let alone meaningless sexcapades. “No thanks. You know I can’t be distracted by things like that. My parents are relying on me.”
“And your ass is relying on getting railed.” Jin huffs out just as he places a heavy box down on the floor. His hair is perfectly styled, lips pink and pretty, clothes so pristine Jimin isn’t even sure he’s breaking a sweat with all the work he’s doing. “All this moving of boxes is making me feel old.” He whines out, cracking his back while he groans like an old man.
“You’re so dramatic.” Taehyung giggles and Jimin joins him.
“You’re not old, hyung. And also my ass does not need any ‘railing’. All men ever seem to focus on is my ass. One time at a club a guy kept turning me around so he could grind on me and never once asked me my name.”
Taehyung’s eyes glitter in humor at the memory and Jin plops himself down next to Jimin. They’re all on a large couch, another gift from Taehyung, and he feels happy sitting between the two best people he knows.
“You do have an amazing ass.” Tae says matter-of-factly and Jimin rolls his eyes.
“That’s not the point. I don’t have time for one night stands. I also don’t have time for meaningless sex. I’m fine with my toys.”
“You mean the toys lost somewhere amongst those boxes?” Jin queries and they all turn to look at the twenty or so boxes that Jimin is suddenly realizing he doesn’t want to go through.
“Sex isn’t everything, hyung.” Jimin complains.
“I don’t know about that, Minnie. Just last night I had this girl bent in the craziest angles—”
“Tae! Please! I haven’t even digested my lunch.” Jimin cackles, smacking his soulmate on the arm as Jin loses it next to him.
“Oh, come on, Min. Tae has a point. But I guess it’s whatever. What we need to focus on now is having a housewarming party!” Jin beams. Jimin laughs so hard he falls into Tae’s lap.
“Hyung! This isn’t even my home! It’s university housing.”
“You say tomato…blah blah. It’s your home for the next year so I say we have a little get together so that people can bring you nice gifts. You need more stuff since you have so much space now. That little kitchenette isn’t going to decorate itself.” Jin is so excited about his idea that he even has Tae bouncing in his seat excitedly.
“That’s a great idea, hyung. I know some people. We can keep it small. Invite a few people. Tell them to bring something useful and that’s that. It’ll be a nice reprieve from all our hard work. What do you say, Minnie?” Tae pouts, hands held together begging Jimin. He knows it’s Jimin’s weakness when his best friend looks at him like that. It doesn’t help that Jin joins in.
He doesn’t like most people and he hates parties, but how bad can it be if it’s just a few people. Besides, his friends would never do something that Jimin doesn’t like. He does need some things for the apartment he can’t afford on his own.
He relents. “Okay. We can do it.”
His two friends shout for joy, shaking him as if they can’t believe he actually agreed to it.
“Yeah. Yeah. Just keep it small and not too much alcohol!”
🥼〰🏫〰⚽
Jimin’s drunk.
Only a little.
But he can feel the alcohol coursing through his body and it feels good. This whole party is good. He hates to admit it, but his friends were right. He’s been so wound up for so long dealing with that stupid frat house and stupid Jeon Jungkook that he might as well celebrate now that he won’t have to deal with their stupid faces anymore. This is such a good way to relax and have fun.
The night goes on, Tae and Jin having the time of their lives somewhere else in the apartment while Jimin dances with random men here and there. His housewarming gifts sit neatly on his kitchen counter along with kegs he doesn’t even remember ordering. Somehow his apartment is way more crowded than he remembers it being initially. How many people were even invited to this housewarming party?
Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers that the music is way too loud and that his neighbors might not appreciate that. The irony that he’s probably being a nuisance just like House of Bangtan isn’t missed. He laughs to himself, knowing he’s being a hypocrite right now, but he’s feeling way too good to be bothered with those thoughts. Technically, it’s not really his fault because he didn’t invite them all. If anything it’s Tae’s fault. He knows way more people than Jimin. He’ll have to talk with him tomorrow about letting this party get out of hand. Luckily there hasn’t been a complaint yet so he’ll just keep having fun until then.
He’s so into a song that’s currently bouncing off the walls that he doesn’t notice the presence of someone behind him. “Hello, beautiful.” A deep and melodious voice tickles the shell of Jimin’s ear and it makes him break out in goosebumps. Jimin goes to turn around, but he’s held in place by large hands on his hips. Jimin tries to turn again, not liking that some random guy thinks he can control him, but the other grabs Jimin’s hips tighter and presses his chest to Jimin’s back. The stranger’s fingers dig into his waist and then slide back down, hands so big they almost completely wrap around his waist. Jimin’s cock stirs for the first time all night.
“May I have this dance?”
The music changes to something sensual and slow and Jimin smirks. Dancing is something he’s good at and it’s the perfect tool to knock this bold stranger down a few pegs . He hasn’t even acknowledged the man behind him, choosing to drop his head back against the man’s shoulder instead. As the deep bass booms he sways his hips to the left and right before stepping back until his plump behind is settled right against the other’s pelvis. There’s a small puff of air released onto the skin behind Jimin’s ear and he giggles.
“Only if you can keep up.” Jimin turns to whisper into the man’s ear. They almost kiss when the other turns his face to meet Jimin’s, but the blond is much too fast for moves so ancient. He continues to rock his hips, happy when the man behind him has joined in, moving in rhythm with Jimin surprisingly well. The alcohol coursing through Jimin makes him braver, so he grinds back over and over, enjoying how the other sucks in sharp breaths.
“Here!” Taehyung suddenly appears in front of him with a shot and then winks at Jimin before running off. Jimin takes it, laughing before he throws it back. It’s just like Tae to be the perfect wingman.
He hisses at the burn and leans back again, amused when the man behind him reaches for his hand taking the cup to place it somewhere else. The hands that were once massaging over Jimin’s bare skin, the skin of his belly thanks to the crop top Jin made him wear, run over his arms until they find Jimin’s hands. His arms are brought back slowly and hooked behind the other man’s neck. Now that Jimin’s stomach is more accessible the other brings his hands back down to rub teasing circles over his belly button.
“Wanna get out of here?” The man asks and Jimin laughs so loud he leans forward almost falling, but strong arms hold him up.
“You wanna take me home?” Jimin giggles. “But I already am home.” Jimin is so shit-faced, he already knows the deal, knows exactly what this man wants, and even though he said he’s not into one night stands, he’s unexpectedly very curious and super horny.
God he’s so drunk.
Suddenly he’s turned around, and in the dark shadows of his house, he barely makes out a very handsome man. Jin set the mood by being in charge of the lighting and Jimin almost tripped over himself five times with how dark the older made it. He takes in the impossibly large eyes and the vague shape of a jawline in front of him and smiles. This guy is really handsome.
His eyes unfocus when the taller leans in and brushes his lips over Jimin’s. “Where’s your room?” He whispers over Jimin’s lips. Jimin points and snorts. “Over there.”
“Good boy.” Those are the last words he hears before he’s being kissed. It’s hot and passionate, so salacious Jimin’s cheeks burn in embarrassment even though the darkness all around him hides the evidence of it.
A warm and experienced tongue works its way into Jimin’s own, teeth scraping over his plump lower lip making Jimin so hot and bothered that a needy moan escapes him.
“Fuck.” The word rolls off of his tongue, and before he can process anything else, he’s being tugged at by the wrist toward his bedroom.
They barely step into the hallway before he’s being pressed against the wall near his bedroom. The tongue that was teasing him not moments ago, is now so far down his throat Jimin has to squeeze his thighs tight to stop himself from embarrassing himself. He’s being walked backwards, and he doesn’t even care to where, because he knows wherever they go, he’s going to enjoy it immensely. All he feels, all his mind is focused on, are the hands and the tongue that are working him up so well he’s about to explode if he waits any longer.
“Fuck me.” He begs into the mouth of a man he doesn’t even know the name of. And this is how he knows he’s drunk because he’d never beg anyone for such a thing, let alone a man he doesn’t even know. Jimin has standards, but right now those standards are buried deep down. Although his mind is fogged, he doesn’t miss the condescending laugh of the other man and it makes him whine out at the other’s reply.
“Yeah? Wanna be fucked, baby?”
For whatever reason, every time this man speaks, Jimin’s body responds. He bucks his hips up and moans into the other’s mouth as they kiss.
It’s so fucking dirty. Jimin can’t help but to moan again. He grabs onto the hair at the man’s nape and pulls him in closer. He really must be deprived because he’s starting to realize how much he really needed this.
Somehow the man is able to find Jimin’s door, thank goodness, and they make it inside—bedroom door shutting loudly behind them. The light of the moon is the only thing guiding them and Jimin doesn’t even care. He doesn’t need to see what he already feels. And this man feels fucking amazing.
Jimin’s back hits his soft bed, sheets so comfortable he almost falls asleep, mewling and stretching his body out under the weight of the other. The man in his neck huffs out a laugh. “You’re so fucking cute. I can’t wait to ruin you.”
Jimin sure fucking hopes so. He doesn’t stop the other when his clothes are being removed, excited for the hot stranger to put his money where his mouth is. He hopes it’s not just a bunch of talk because Jimin doesn’t let just anyone fuck him.
He wants to speak his mind and demand the man follow through, but his voice is stolen when a wet tongue licks right over his unexpecting hole. His hips buck up and then another laugh tickles his skin. “Already so responsive.”
Jimin moans. He has never met anyone with such a dirty mouth besides his degenerate besties, so this is really doing it for him. “Then get to it.” He giggles when he realizes he’s finally found his voice and he’s proud he can tell this idiot to do his fucking jo—
“Ahh! Fuckkk. Ohhh.” Jimin bucks up to meet the pleasure his body is being overwhelmed with. There are so many things he’s feeling that his mind can’t focus on any of them. All he knows is that he’s so close to going over the edge he could cry.
The wetness of the man’s tongue works over Jimin’s swollen hole, breaching little by little until it makes its way inside. Jimin’s hands hold on to the other’s hair so tightly a groan expressing the pleasure of his pain vibrates over Jimin’s sensitive opening.
Before Jimin knows it, a familiar tingling sensation makes its way up his spine and his stomach clenches. “Gonnaa…gonna cum…fuck…please…gonna…”
The pleasure stops, replaced by a warm and heavy body draping over his small frame. The man on top of him is still dressed and the knowledge of that makes Jimin blush furiously. He was so close to cumming solely from someone’s tongue. He’s a little ashamed of that knowledge. It really has been a long time.
“You’re being so loud, angel. Everyone is gonna hear you.”
Jimin barely takes in what’s being said, his small hands begin demanding the other undress. He doesn’t care about what others might say. He’s horny, stressed out and he needs this. Everyone else can just leave. It’s his apartment after all.
“Slow down, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.” The man chuckles, endeared, but he complies nonetheless.
Jimin huffs. But once he feels the warm skin of the man above him pressing against his own, he relaxes into the mattress. His long legs wrap around the other’s waist, whining in complaint when he feels the pants that block him from feeling the other against him. “Off! Off!” He whines over the other’s lips and the dark chuckle he hears makes him regret his decision.
“You wanna be fucked that bad, baby? I haven’t prepped you yet. Or is that something you’re into? Wanna get that pretty hole pounded?”
They shouldn’t affect him as much as they do, but the words uttered in a warning make him feel even hotter. He’s in such a fucked out haze he barely registers when the man presses a lubed finger against his rim. He doesn’t even remember feeling him move to grab it. He’s being kissed so well that when the first finger penetrates him it takes him by surprise. He whines out a pleasured groan and throws his head back exposing his neck to kisses that suck and nip gently over his sensitive skin.
“So tight, beautiful. Gonna make you feel so good.”
Jimin stutters out a breath and nods his head. Was he being asked a question? He doesn’t even know. All he does know is that he wants this…can’t wait to be fucked so well he doesn’t remember his own name.
Once the first finger sinks fully in, and the stretch isn’t uncomfortable, another is pushed in. His sensitive hole is not used to the stretch, but the way the man above him is doing it so well, Jimin is thankful he didn’t bed some fucking loser who doesn’t know his way around the bedroom.
A third finger makes its way in with the others and by now Jimin is thrashing against the pillows below him, hips moving up and down attempting to meet the other’s fingers to push them in deeper.
“Patience.” The word is spoken over his lips so seductively Jimin almost begs, but he tries his best to seem somewhat dignified.
When the other man pulls out his fingers, Jimin does cry out. “Please…don’t stop…I was so close…want it…”
“I know, baby.” Tender kisses are littered over Jimin’s inner thigh and then he hears a condom wrapper being torn. The sound of the other putting it on makes its way to Jimin’s ears and he relaxes a bit…until he feels it.
The tip.
The swollen and rounded tip of the man above him is so thick that Jimin only wonders how big his actual cock is.
His question is answered when the other slowly starts to push inside. “Oh my….fuuuck!” His voice turns high, hands pulling at his hair and body tense as he’s filled with the biggest cock he’s ever taken.
Jimin barely has time to let himself get used to it before it's being pulled out slowly and then thrust back in. The man above him is breathing heavy into his neck, lips kissing and hands gripping one hip for dear life.
He’s slow at first, giving Jimin a chance to adjust, but the moment Jimin locks his thighs around his waist and pushes his heels into the other man’s ass, a pleasure unlike anything he’s ever known consumes him.
The way the man above him grinds his hips and thrusts into Jimin makes him delirious. The cock inside of him is so perfect it continuously presses over Jimin’s prostate and Jimin just blabs out how thankful he is to the man for finding it.
“Right there! Yes…yes…yes…you’re so good…Ughh don’t stop, don’t stop!”
And the man doesn’t. He doesn’t stop when Jimin’s moans turn high-pitched nor does he stop when he grabs Jimin’s cock and jerks him in time with his thrusts. Jimin cums so hard, his nails dig into the soft skin of the man’s back, but he doesn’t even care.
He feels the other push in a few more times before he’s bursting into the condom deep inside of Jimin and then he collapses on top of him.
Everything turns to black after that.
🥼〰🏫〰⚽
Jimin groans. His head fucking hurts and for some reason so does his ass. He can barely open his crusty eyes and for one moment he curses his best friends for convincing him to drink. He takes in a deep breath and turns over, only for his hand to land on a warm chest.
His brain thinks it’s probably Tae or even Jin, but somewhere deep down he knows it isn’t. When he pulls his hand back, his eyes open. Above him is a ceiling he’s familiar with, but it’s blurry. His eyes scan around to the left and the right—good…he knows this place. He’s home.
Then he remembers.
He slept with some stranger and got the life fucked out of him.
Not being one for one night stands, he sits up as quietly as possible but even that action almost makes him vomit. He’s never going to drink again.
He doesn’t look next to him, too afraid of what he’ll see. He doesn’t want to know who fucked him. It’s better if he keeps it anonymous and moves on. Better not to let his curiosity get the better of him.
He realizes in his haste that he can’t see. Fuck. He probably took out his contacts at some point in the night because everything is a complete blur. His headache isn’t helping either. He finds his clothes from last night, confused as to why they were folded and placed on top of his dresser. Jimin ignores this bit of information. His head hurts so bad he just wants to crawl back into bed and die but his bed is currently occupied by an unknown hot as fuck male. He starts to move about silently, attempting to escape his apartment in hopes that the other will wake up and leave when he finds no one around.
Where the fuck are his glasses? He touches the surface of his dresser quietly but all he finds is his phone next to his clothes. He’s getting impatient, but he can’t keep searching because all the noise he’s making is soon to wake up his guest, and he can’t deal with that right now. There has to be another pair of glasses in his bag by the front door. He’ll just grab it before he leaves and then call Jin once he’s outside. Maybe the other can entertain him until this stranger leaves his apartment. They could meet up for coffee or get breakfast.
He just finishes slipping on his pants when a groan reaches his ears. He slides off the bed and slinks to the floor trying his best to make himself seem smaller. He should have been more stealthy! He silently curses himself. He ducks down and listens, hearing the way the mystery man in his bed turns to search for something. It dawns on Jimin that he’s searching for him.
“Fuck.” He hears him complain, voice rough, throat probably dry from all the drinking. Or so Jimin assumes. He stays absolutely quiet and hopes the other will fall back asleep so that he can crawl toward the door and make his way out of this nightmare.
When it becomes silent again, he releases a quiet sigh of relief and starts to crawl away. A chuckle stops him. “Where are you off to, beautiful?”
Fuck! Fuck Fuck FuCk
Jimin freezes. This can’t be happening. This has to be a joke! The last thing he wants to be remembered as is an ass crawling away from a one night stand. He wants to cry, but he doesn’t. Tae would tell him to suck it up and own up to it. So he does. He stands up, pushes his shoulders back and sucks in a breath. He might be facing a stranger blind, but he won’t back down. He’ll just say thank you and move on. That’s the right thing to do.
When he turns around he hears a gasp, but he chucks it up to the man being amazed by his beauty. That’s not the case, though.
“Jimin?”
That voice. It sounds…
Jimin squints trying to see better because it can’t be. His useless eyesight can only make out a silhouette with no details.
“Jungkook?” He asks, unsure.
“Holy shit!” Jungkook laughs out and Jimin sees the blurry outline of his body fall back onto the mattress, hands pressing against his face.
There has never been a time when Jimin wants to die after being fucked so well, but right now he does. He wants to die and forget that Jungkook’s cock ruined him so well he fell asleep right after without a care in the world.
“Oh god. I—How?” Jimin groans and falls into a squatting position, head tucked into his knees. Right now he wishes the earth would open up and swallow him whole.
“This…this was a mistake…This…this never happened…” He’s losing his shit, voice muffled by his knees and at the moment he doesn't know what to do. No one can know he slept with his mortal enemy. Jungkook is a fucking idiot jock that everyone loves while Jimin is a lowly nerd no one even thinks twice about. It feels like he’s in some crazy nightmare. Not once in his life has he ever wanted to be associated with this idiot let alone have his dick inside of him.
“Oh Goddd.” He groans out again.
“If you keep making those sounds I’m going to get hard again.” Jungkook jokes, grossly if you ask Jimin and the smaller man cries out.
“Stop! Stop saying such disgusting things. I regret it so much!” He stands then, now fueled by anger. “This…” he gestures wildly between them…” this whatever happened…no one can know about it! No one!”
Jungkook laughs. “You sure about that, Jimin? It might help your social life.”
Jimin’s hands turn into fists. “Jeon Jungkook. I don’t need any help with my social life! I am perfectly fine! I was perfectly fine without you in it and here you are again fucking it up. How… How did I let this happen?”
“I mean, I’m pretty sure we both know how it happened. You did beg for it—”
“Shut up!” Jimin shrieks. He feels his face turning red. This is all too humiliating and he can’t remain in the same room with the man he loathes with every fiber of his being for much longer or he’s going to lose it. He needs to get out.
Jimin stumbles back and runs to the door. He barely hears Jungkook calling out to him as his tears make the escape even more difficult for him to see. Before he gets to his front door to run away from his biggest mistake, Jimin stops and frowns. Why is he running? This is his fucking apartment!
He whips around quickly, vision even more blurry, but he finds his room easily and throws the door open. He can’t see clearly, but he knows for a fact that Jungkook is standing naked attempting to get dressed. He musters all his courage and yells.
“Get out! Get out…get out…get out of my house!” Jimin stomps his foot, fists tight at his side as he stares daggers at Jungkook. He can’t see his expression but his body language makes it clear he doesn’t like how Jimin is treating him. He doesn’t speak a word, though. He simply dresses quickly, the angry jerks and tugs evident that he’s upset.
Jimin doesn’t give two fucks.
He closes his eyes and takes in deep breaths, hoping that Jungkook will just leave quickly without any more of a scene.
“See you around, sexy.” He speaks right into Jimin’s ear causing him to flinch and then Jungkook swoops out of the room so quickly Jimin doesn’t get a chance to react.
As soon as he hears his front door slam, he screams out and then flops forward onto his bed. It takes him a moment to remember that he’d been fucked senseless on this very bed and Jungkook’s scent still lingers on it.
Lilacs. Jungkook smells like lilacs. It’s not as sweet as perfume, but it’s subtle enough to make Jimin shiver… the memory of that scent having been everywhere all at once last night.
Jimin groans. He curls in on himself and cries. He cries mostly because he’s upset. The fact that he’s hated Jungkook and his friends for so long had made him build up a wall of defense to keep them out, but only one night of alcohol was enough for him to drop that wall and let Jungkook in.
He’s so disappointed in himself.
The truth is he’s disappointed that he liked it. He really fucking liked it.
None of that matters now. His entire focus will now be on school and his success. Bangtan House is nowhere near him and he’s sure he won’t run into any of them again. He will make sure to steer clear of parties or places idiots like them hang out. Jimin is confident he won’t run into them at school either since most of them would never pursue such mentally demanding majors like his.
With a pounding head and weak muscles, Jimin finds himself lulling back to sleep. All he needs is a few more hours of rest so he can wake up feeling better. One thing is for certain—he’s never drinking again.
Park Jimin: 1
Jeon Jungkook: 1