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AS JIMIN puts on Jihyun’s jersey, he contemplates tonight's game.
It’s November again, and the leaves keep falling from the trees, painting Seoul’s streets brown and green, the wind is still cold and impersonal. Jimin is still tired from all the studying, constantly reevaluating himself and staying up until late at night to write papers.
Life is still as simple as it was before everything. Before crushing on Taemin, before going back to Canada in Summer, before sleeping with Jeon Jeongguk, though… is it really?
Jimin and Jeongguk hadn’t done anything in months. After fucking him for the first time, Jimin woke up with a very loud Park Jihyun holding a hockey stick and ready to break it in half with the help of Jeongguk’s head, which made Jimin snap at his brother for the first time in his life.
“What the hell is your problem, Jihyun?” He yells, barely awake, still sore from having been split open on Jeongguk’s cock and already pissed off at his brother’s doing. “Why are you here at seven in the morning, yelling at Jeongguk and— is that a stick?”
Jihyun lifts it up proudly, like he’s okay with beating Jeongguk up. “Bah, ouais! And it’s about to see Jeongguk’s pretty face.”
“Shit—” Jeongguk hisses, but Jimin is not having any of it.
“Stop acting like I’m fifteen or something, hyung. If I want to have sex with Jeongguk, then I will.”
“Sex?! Oh my God. See, this is why I never wanted you to be friends with him. They always end up falling in love, man,” Jihyun shouts at Jeongguk, who’s doing his best to hold in his laughter. It isn’t doing much, though. “Jimin, Jeongguk isn’t the right guy for you! He’s a man whore!”
“Y’know I’m still here righ—”
“I don’t care, Jihyun, geez,” Jimin sits down on Jeongguk’s couch, covering his face with his hands before speaking again. “I understand why you’re upset and I appreciate the fact that you’re taking care of me, but I’m an adult. I know how to take care of myself.”
“You’re twenty—”
“Besides,” Jeongguk starts, this time his face is serious and his arms are crossed in front of his chest. “I’m not gonna hurt him, you fucking asshole. Have a little faith in me, no?”
“No?” Jihyun scoffs, slowly putting the stick down. “This is ridiculous.”
“What’s ridiculous is you thinking Jimin can’t stand up for himself, or that I will do anything to hurt him, intentionally. Like he’s just another one. Fuck off, Hyun.”
Jihyun wouldn’t stop commenting about the two of them together, not even when Jimin wasn’t around Jeongguk, which was most of the time, because they were literally in different continents. It was tiring to say the least, so Jimin decided to take the matter into his own hands and tell Jeongguk that they were both done with whatever was going on between them.
It was ridiculous, really, since he’s grown to appreciate Jeongguk’s company, not only as a friend, but as a possible, future partner. Getting away from him wasn’t ideal, but if that was what he needed to make Jihyun shut up, then he’d do it.
Occasionally, they would text each other: Jimin congratulating Jeongguk on a big win, Jeongguk sending him videos of him riding his motorcycle, just normal conversations about how they were doing, and how Jimin wished they were together rather than studying for finals.
But today, for the first time ever, the Montreal Canadiens were playing in Seoul, against some random team he hadn’t bothered to learn the name and Jimin had been invited— forced— by his brother to go watch the game, while wearing his jersey. Not only him, though. It looks like all of his colleagues and friends were going— he’s lost count of how many people texted him asking for free tickets.
He was agitated, since everything could go wrong that night: his asshole brother could go crazy and risk a penalty for punching someone in the face, he and Jeongguk would see each other again after months and Taemin was also going to be there.
In Jimin’s defense, inviting him hadn’t been his idea in the first place. Taehyung had suggested that he should give the extra ticket Jihyun’d given to him to Taemin, because it’d be a good excuse to talk to him and leave the whole Jeongguk situation behind.
But the truth is, Jimin isn’t really sure if he wants to “leave the whole Jeongguk situation behind”. He likes him and he knows the man liked him back. Even though he had the biggest infatuation for Taemin, it didn’t hold a candle to what Jeongguk made him feel whenever he was inside Jimin.
But, oh, well.
Now, it’s probably too late to ask Jeongguk to try again. And even if it made Jimin feel a little sad, he knew it was probably best this way.
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“OH, MAN, I can’t believe we won!”
Taemin’s excitement makes Jimin laugh a little. “I mean, it was kinda obvious, the other team sucked. But, yeah, winning 7-2 is really great.”
“They played well, though,” Taehyung adds, trying to sound like he cared about hockey. He didn’t; his favorite things about hockey were the smut available online and the videos of the players doing their warm-up routine on the floor.
“Mhm, yeah, they did. Jeongguk did an outstanding performance tonight.” Jimin says, and Taehyung rolls his eyes, tired of hearing about Jeongguk.
Taemin completely misses the enamored tone in Jimin’s voice and continues to speak as they leave the arena:
“You’re seeing him tonight? Your brother, I mean.” He asks, his brown eyes expressing curiosity. “Can I come? The Canadiens are fucking awesome!”
“Yes, we have, like, a little get together party, if you know what I mean,” Jimin explains, biting his nails. “I mean, you can definitely come if you want.”
Taehyung eyes him eagerly as Taemin smiles brightly at Jimin, bowing and saying “thank you” at least a thousand times, rambling about how excited he was to meet actual NHL players in person.
Jimin didn’t know if it had been a good idea to invite him, but he just felt bad to leave him out of the celebration, since he was a huge hockey fan, more than Taehyung, who was just going to eat for free and ogle Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon.
Plus, even if Jimin isn’t all that interested in him anymore, he’s actually cool to hang out with.
Surprisingly, ever since Jimin came back from Montreal he’s been spending more time with Taemin. If anyone asks him anything, he won’t be able to tell why, but he’s definitely not complaining. It’s probably due to the fact that he’s not that interested in him anymore, so he doesn’t have to worry about pleasing him all the time.
Now, he had much more interesting people to please.
They walked to the dining hall, where a bunch of players and coaches were talking and dining together, the Canadiens being loud and proud after a nicely played game, while most of the other team had pouty lips and frowns.
Jimin walked around with Taemin and Taehyung, and quickly found his brother, his loud voice outstanding.
“Holy fuck, that’s Jeon Jeongguk.” Taemin said, his tone not hiding his surprise and admiration.
Jimin immediately turns his head to the side, confirming that Jeon Jeongguk is, indeed, just a few steps ahead of them, chatting with his brother and a bunch of other players.
“Well, well, well…” Taehyung whispers beside Jimin and the blond discreetly shoves him with his elbow, making Taehyung shove him back, playfully.
“I mean, we don’t have to talk to them right now, right?” Jimin says, trying to find a way out. “They’re probably busy. So many people to talk with and pictures to take...”
“Baby, what are you talking about?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, clearly not taking the hint.
“Jimin, you can’t be serious!” Taemin laughs, grabbing Jimin’s hand and pulling him forward. Jimin widens his brown eyes, staring at Taemin’s hand covering his and then looking back at Taehyung, who just looks like he’s having the time of his life.
Taemin keeps his hand around Jimin’s as they approach Jihyun’s group, Jeongguk’s eyes finding him immediately, before falling to their hands.
“Oh, hey there, ugly chick,” Jihyun smiles at his little brother, and the blond takes advantage of the opportunity so he can separate his hand from Taemin’s, walking until he’s hugging Jihyun tighter than he had ever done before, breaking their strict siblings code. “What the hell, why are you squeezing me?”
Jimin wanted to knock him out. “Oh, I’m just so proud of you! You played so well tonight!” Jimin tries to sound happy, happier than he actually was. “Congrats, hyung!”
“We’re used to winning, ain’t that right, chick?” Hoseok says, making the people around them laugh, Jihyun’s cocky grin getting bigger.
Someone calls some of the players, and Jimin almost yells at them so that they wouldn’t leave, but they do, leaving him alone with Jihyun and. Well, Jeongguk.
“I’m a huge fan!” Taemin starts, smiling at Jeongguk like he’s God almighty himself.
“Oh, really.” Jeongguk says, and Jimin can tell he’s not even trying to sound nice. The blond frowns, not exactly used to Jeongguk’s rudeness.
“Yeah. Ever since you joined the NHL. A long time ago.” Since he doesn’t know the captain at all, Taemin doesn’t notice Jeongguk’s lack of manners, or if he does, he doesn’t say anything, continuing the conversation eagerly.
“Are you calling me old?” Jeongguk raises his eyebrows, and Taemin laughs, clearly oblivious.
Jihyun eyes his brother funnily, already familiar with Jeongguk’s attitude problem.
“This sassy men apocalypse needs to stop.” Taehyung whispers in his best friend’s ear and Jimin is seriously just two steps away from shoving him again.
“I was talking to my boy over there, you guys are fucking awesome and—”
“Your… boy?”
You see, usually Jimin would’ve expected this question to come out of Jihyun’s lips, since he’s the most annoying person in the world. But once he sees Jeongguk’s eyes turning into a deep, dark shade of brown, almost black, and his face starting to get red, Jimin realizes, with surprise, that Jeongguk was the one who asked that.
Jimin keeps staring, but Jeongguk wouldn’t look at him back. He was still glaring at Taemin, with his hands in his pocket.
“Oh, yeah, Jimin.”
A year ago Jimin wouldn’t believe it if anyone told him that he would want to kill Lee Taemin with his own two hands, but at that moment, it’s all he wanted to do.
Why the hell is he talking about me like that?
“I didn’t know you were dating, Jimin.”
Jimin gulps, looking up at Jeongguk’s upset face, shaking his head immediately.
“Yeah, little bro, I also didn’t know you were dating.” Jihyun said, trying to sound angry, but Jimin knew him well enough to realize that he was just fucking around, holding back his laughter like the little shit he is.
“I’m not— Taemin and I aren’t dating.” He stutters, alternately looking at Jeongguk and Jihyun.
“Oh. You’re Taemin?”
Jeongguk can’t fucking be serious.
Taemin is happy and smiling again. “Hell yes I am! Can we, like, take a picture together or something?”
This time, Jihyun steps in and coughs, politely interrupting the conversation and finally— finally— doing something about this whole mess. “Sorry, man, can’t do it. We have to head back to the party, otherwise our coaches will kill us.”
Jimin knew it was a lie, Hajoon and Anthony didn’t care whether their players took pictures with people or missed parties. As long as they stayed out of trouble and played well, they didn’t really mind their players’ personal lives.
But Jimin wouldn’t dare to say anything, not when he was already in trouble.
“Oh, that’s fine, it’s cool,” Taemin shrugs, not hiding his disappointment. Jimin almost passes out when he catches a glimpse of a smile on Jeongguk’s lips. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of other opportunities.”
“Sure, sure,” Jihyun smiles, throwing his arms around Jimin once again. “Are you and Tae coming?”
“Oh, I—” he looks around, biting his cheek. “I don’t want to leave Taemin alone.”
Even though he did want to leave Taemin alone, he just couldn’t. He had been so excited when Jimin invited him to the game, talking about it for an entire week before tonight.
“He can come too.”
Jimin stares at Jeongguk, not missing the way his lips curled up, and his eyes still looked scary.
“Really?! You really are the goat, man, fuck yeah!” Taemin celebrates and Jimin stares at Taehyung, who’s also starting to look a little bit worried now.
“Great,” Jimin says through his teeth, stepping away from Jihyun. “Let’s go, then.”
God, please help me.
“SO, FOR how long have you and Jimin been friends?”
Jimin wanted to smash Jihyun’s pretty face against a wall and twist his arm until he started crying, just like the good, old days when they were kids.
Jimin was sitting at their table, surrounded by other players, Taehyung, Taemin, Cole and Jeongguk. Fortunately, Taehyung had been successful at keeping Jeongguk bored with his stories about college drama, so the captain wasn’t really focusing on Jimin, or Taemin for that matter.
Unlike Jihyun, who’s constantly making remarks about their friendship.
“Not long.” Jimin answers, shooting daggers at his brother with his cat-like eyes.
“But you seem really close.” He insists, smiling innocently.
“Jimin’s really cool,” Taemin starts, and again Jimin reminds himself that if he had said this not even seven months ago, he’d be smiling and dancing. But now, all he wants is to tell him to leave. “We get along really well.”
“He’s a sweetheart, isn’t he? I’m so glad to call him my brother.”
“Jihyun,” Jimin smiles, kicking him under the table. “Stop it.”
“No, no, I like when people compliment you. Makes me proud—”
Jimin gets up abruptly, making at least five people look at him, Jeongguk included. Blushing, he smiles awkwardly. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Excuse me.”
Walking fast, he makes his way to the bathroom, walking down an empty hallway, finding the room quickly. He gets in, thanking God that no one was in there.
Jesus. What the hell is going on with both Jeongguk and Jihyun?
He understands if Jeongguk was upset with him, because if it was the other way around, he would be just the same, even if they weren’t an actual couple. But Jihyun helping the fire grow? He’s just being a fuckhead.
“He’s so obvious it’s embarrassing.”
Letting out a yelp, Jimin stares at the man he’s been thinking of everyday since summer, who’s now leaning against the bathroom door and smirking at him.
“What are you doing here?” He hisses, quietly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Well, you’re clearly not peeing,” he starts, approaching the blond slowly. “And I can’t stand that dick face anymore. Does he not know that complimenting you to your brother won’t get him anything?”
“Leave him alone, Jeongguk,” he rolls his eyes. “He’s just being nice.”
“He’s into you. You know that, right?”
Jimin scoffs, finding it genuinely funny. “Of course he isn’t. We’re just friends. He’s being nice, I just told you.”
“I thought you were a smart boy.” He licks his lips and not looking at it feels like fighting against ten thousand demons.
“Are you calling me dumb? To my face?” He raises his brow, watching as Jeongguk frowns and shakes his head.
“I’m just saying that I thought you weren’t so oblivious, Jimin. When I told you you’re everyone’s type? I meant it, baby.”
“Jeongguk,” he sighs, defeated. “Why are we having this conversation?”
“Because,” he steps closer, looking down at the blond. “It drives me insane to think that there’s a fuckhead sitting just a few feet away from us who thinks he’s the shit and won’t take your name out of his mouth.”
Jimin’s eyes soften, and he grins at the hockey player. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealousy is for people who are insecure, baby. And you already know that I’m not,” he scoffs, resting his right hand on the blond’s chin, and Jimin feels his hot, minty breath hit his face, making Jimin hold back an embarrassing whimper. “Do you need me to remind you how good I am?”
Jimin’s eyes double in size and he shakes his head.
“Are you insane?” He shouts-whisper. “You’re supposed to be back in Montreal in a few hours. This is your team’s celebration dinner, for God’s sake. You’re not even supposed to be here.”
“But I am.”
He kisses the youngest bruisingly, their teeth clashing together with the aggressive yet extremely sweet action, and Jimin moans inside his mouth, not realising, until now, how much he missed Jeongguk.
It was wrong but not kissing Jeongguk felt even more wrong.
He gently pushes Jimin further into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and putting Jimin on the counter, picking him up like he weighed nothing or close to it, making Jimin hiss with the coldness of the marble against his exposed thighs and throbbing core.
“Jeongguk.”
“Fuck, I missed hearing you say my name. One more time for me, pretty.”
“Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk kisses Jimin again, and the blond busies himself with messing up the player’s hair, still a little bit damp from his previous shower. It smells nice and fresh, just like the rest of his body.
“We need to be quick,” Jimin whispers against his mouth, Jeongguk’s eyes hungrily staring at him, lust and desire written all over his flushed face. “We’re not even supposed to be here and we don’t have time—”
“Put your hands on that wall over there,” he whispers, signaling to the wall on the other side of the bathroom. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind. Is that okay?”
“As long as you fuck me.” Jimin scowls, getting off the counter and doing as Jeongguk says.
The captain laughs. “I’ve created a monster.”
He’s quickly behind the smallest, and Jimin hears the filthy sound of Jeongguk’s hands unzipping his fancy pants, as Jimin quickly lowers his shorts, happy that he’d chosen to wear something so scandalous during Korea’s strong winter, putting his panties to the side.
“Spit.” Jeongguk asks— orders—, putting his hand in front of Jimin’s lips, and Jimin does, the pink that paints his cheeks blooming like flowers during spring.
He’s inside Jimin quickly after that, and they both moan loudly, forgetting for a few seconds that there are at least one hundred people outside. Jimin can feel his walls squeezing Jeongguk’s thick cock as he tries to find some kind of support on the wall in front of him.
“Holy fuck, pretty, how are you even tighter than last time?” Jeongguk grunts, squeezing Jimin’s asscheeks with force.
“Because, ah, I—” Jeongguk’s pouding against him, the sound of his crouch slapping against Jimin’s ass making him feel dirty and so fucking good. “Haven’t been with a-anyone else.”
“No?” Jimin hears the smirk on his face. “Just your little, useless fingers then?”
Jimin nods with his head, eagerly moving up and down, his face burning with shame, while he moans loudly, just a few seconds away from ruining his vocal cords.
“Baby, you need to be quiet,” Jeongguk says, and his hand slowly leaves Jimin’s waist, making its way to his mouth, caressing his entire slim, smooth body before it covers his lips completely. “I love it when you’re loud but have you forgotten we’re not alone?”
Jimin rolls his doe eyes at him, as Jeongguk keeps hitting that spot inside him that makes him see the entire galaxy without needing a telescope. His dick is deep inside Jimin, so. Fucking. Deep.
“Jeongguk, fu—”
“Jimin?”
Both of them freeze as Taemin’s voice echoes through the room, coming from outside the bathroom. Jeongguk removes his hand from Jimin’s mouth and rests his forehead against his shoulder.
“Oh my God.” Jimin whispers, ready to remove himself from Jeongguk’s dick and leave the bathroom, already thinking of a million lies to tell the man.
Jeongguk doesn’t have the same thought as him, though. He removes his length until just the tip is inside Jimin’s hole, just to slam his cock inside of him again, reaching deeper than before.
Jimin bites his lips hard, feeling the taste of copper fill his mouth, the pain of tearing his lips hardly noticeable— Jimin’s heart was beating so fucking fast inside his chest that it seemed too insignificant to be preoccupied with a little bit of blood.
“Jimin, are you okay?”
“Answer him,” Jeongguk whispers, as he keeps fucking him, this time reaching down and rubbing Jimin’s swollen clit, too. “Jimin. Answer him.”
“I— I—,” stuttering, Jimin tries his hardest to focus. “Y-yes?”
“Are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”
Jeongguk pinches his sensitive nub and Jimin feels his eyes starting to get wet with unshed tears, frustration crawling through his bones.
“Pretty, answer him.”
“I’m, f-fine, ah,” he shakes his head, even though Taemin can’t see it, putting his hand on top of Jeongguk’s but not making any move to stop him. “Just— headache.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want any help?”
“Fucking asshole,” Jeongguk mumbles, Jimin’s orgasm building up quickly than ever. “Tell him you’re fine, baby. Come on.”
“I’m fine, ah, thank you.” Biting his own hand, Jimin feels his body shivering underneath Jeongguk’s. “I’ll be b-back in just a second.”
“Alright,” Taemin sounds convinced. “I’ll warn your brother.”
Even with his loud breathing, Jimin can hear Taemin’s footsteps as he gets further away from the bathroom, and Jimin barely has the time to think properly before Jeongguk is slamming his cock hard and fast inside him again.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Tell me, does it turn you on, the fact that anyone could catch us at any moment?”
Yes.
“N-no.”
Jeongguk ignores him. “Too bad I don’t share what’s mine.”
“Jeongguk—”
“Fucking son of a bitch wanted to be the one inside you right now,” he snarls. “No one will ever fuck you like I do, baby.”
“Huh”
“This pussy here,” Jeongguk slaps his clit twice, twisting it between his fingers, making Jimin gasp for air. “Will only get this wet for me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“You were made to take my cock, baby. Made to be mine.”
The room smelled like sex and sweat. It didn’t matter. Jimin’s mind was too focused on coming to care about anything else.
“Say it, baby, come on.” Jeongguk whispers in his ear, kissing his neck afterwards.
“It’s yours, Jeongguk,” Jimin nods with his head, feeling his orgasm closer than before. “I’m yours, and I missed you so bad and—”
He comes on Jeongguk’s fingers, his thighs shaking as the oldest continues to pound onto him, not caring if he’s sensitive or not. He takes his dick out of Jimin’s puffy cun after a few more thrusts, coming all over his fat cheeks.
Jimin’s uncontrolled breathing fills up the entire room. Jeongguk’s forehead is on his shoulder, and Jimin can sense he’s just as tired as he is.
“Jimin,” he mumbled, and Jimin sighs, humming. “Be my boyfriend. I don’t care about Jihyun, I never did. I’ll let him beat me up everyday if that means you’ll be the one helping me get up at the end of the day.”
Jimin chuckles, tired. “So romantic, aren’t you, Captain?”
“I try my best.” He murmurs against the sweaty skin.
“I can be your boyfriend, I guess… But just know that if you cheat on me, or anything like that, Jihyun will fuck you up, and I’ll let him.” Jimin says, only half joking, laughing softly.
Jeongguk moves so he can grab a piece of paper, wetting it and cleaning Jimin, making him shiver with the cold water on his back.
“I’d rather chop my dick off, to be honest.”
This time, Jimin doesn’t hold in his laugh.