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Jimin packed his bag and gave his goodbyes to his friends before leaving. It was a Saturday evening, and he had been practising for the last 3 hours. He loved dancing; it was his life, the only thing that gave him the freedom to express himself. He was a performing arts student in Seoul. Jimin lived alone in his apartment, and he loved it; it saved him from the hassle of living with a roommate and dealing with all their drama. The only downside was that he had to do all the cleaning and cooking by himself. His apartment was quite far from the university; thankfully, his father gave him his old car, so it made life easier. After a full day of socialising, Jimin loved driving as songs played in the background; it gave him a sense of comfort and quietness. 

Jimin gets in his car and turns it on. He swiftly takes it out of the parking and drives to his apartment, which is a full 40-minute drive. He turns on his favourite playlist and drives; it always makes him wonder why it has 1 save when he never shared it with anyone. The thought of someone having the same music taste as him always made him giggle. He stopped at the first red light, noticing his surroundings. “Was my glass always this clean? Maybe it rained,” Jimin said to himself and resumed his drive. It was peaceful, but he was tired, and his back hurt from all the aerials he practised for hours. He stopped at the next signal; the moment the lights turned green, a black sports bike with a rider in all black rode past him at lightning speed. The sudden appearance made him jump a little, but he calmly resumed his drive.

After 40 minutes had passed, he finally parked his car outside his apartment parking lot. He got out and walked to the elevator. Jimin bopped his head to the beat of the song playing and walked, but suddenly a quick chill ran down his spine, and he stopped in his tracks. He inhaled and turned around, to his left, then right, but no one was there. Must be the wind. He entered the elevator, and his phone vibrates; he jolts from the sudden vibration, reads the caller ID, ‘Taetae’, Jimin breathes out, and picks up. 

“Hello-” Jimin gets interrupted by Taehyung’s loud voice, “Jimin-ah, I'm coming over. Hoseok hyung is bringing someone over; we’ll eat the ramyun we couldn’t finish last time, byebye” Tae cuts the call, and Jimin stares at his lockscreen. He sighs and enters his apartment. He was annoyed, but at the same time, kinda glad Tae was coming over. Lately, he had been feeling a bit weird, like he was being watched. 

Jimin takes a quick shower and waits for Tae, who comes in less than a minute after he gets out. “Jimin-ahhh! I can’t take this anymore! Hoseok Hyung is in heat!! He keeps bringing people over and does all the nasty stuff!! He’ll tarnish my innocence away.” Taehyung wraps himself around Jimin. He was used to Tae’s dramatic ass. It was funny and annoying at the same time. “If you’re innocent, then I’m a saint. I haven’t been laid in months!” Jimin protests and throws Tae away. “Jimin-ah, how’s it my fault that you always get ghosted by everyone you sleep with?" Tae jokes and takes a pot out to boil some water. 

“It's not funny, Taehyung-ah… It's weird, to be honest; I don’t even remember the last time I dated someone after I broke up with Minyoung. Everyone ghosts me after sleeping with me once; it has been affecting my confidence a lot, you know…Am I not hot enough?” Jimin rants as he aggressively opens the ramyun pack. 

“Jimin-ah! You are one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met, okay? If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve slept- OW!!” Jimin smacks him on his lips with the sauce pack before he finishes. They make their dinner in silence after that. Taehyung brings their bowls to Jimin’s room, and he keeps them on Jimin’s bed. He turns on the AC and turns on the lamps; his eyes land on the necklace on Jimin’s nightstand, and he picks it up. Just then, the blonde enters his room. “You still have this necklace? Isn’t this the one you received on your birthday last year?” Taehyung says and looks at Jimin, “Oh?..yeah, I like it” Jimin answers and sits on his bed, turning on the TV.

“Did you ever find out who sent you this?” Taehyung says and keeps it back on the nightstand; he plops on the bed, too. “No…but who cares? It's free, plus it's really pretty,” Jimin says and turns the channels over. Tae raises his eyebrow but chooses to ignore it. If Jimin says it's fine, then it must be. They talk about random stuff over dinner and watch TV. It was peaceful with Taehyung; they knew each other from high school times, and he was Jimin’s best friend. 

“I wanna get laid so bad”, Jimin says, and scrolls through his phone. 

“You should, you’re getting cranky these days…want me to set you up?” Tae says, who was lying beside the blonde, also scrolling through his phone. 

“Thank you so much, but no! Everyone you bring sucks in bed,” Jimin pouts and continues scrolling. 

“How about him? Just popped on my feed…he’s from the graphics department, you’re into tatted dudes, right?” Taehyung showed Jimin his screen, but Jimin paid no attention to it until the last part, his neck snapped, and he focused on the reel. 

The reel had a guy, muscular, with an arm full of tattoos, riding a bike; his compression shirt made his big biceps stand out under the street light. Jimin snatched Taehyung’s phone. He watched the reel three times in total, and a pool of butterflies formed in his stomach. He read the account name, ‘mnijjk.97’. “Huh? Wait…”, he opened his profile and let out a laugh, “I know him!! He went to the same middle school as me back in Busan! Jeon Jeongguk…holy shit, when did he get this jacked up?” Jimin explains and sends his profile to himself from Taehyung’s phone. 

“Wow! He’s your total type, Jimin! You should text him!!” Taehyung says, 

“What? No way…why would I ever?” Jimin chuckles and scrolls further on Jeongguk’s profile; a little blush spreads across his face. 

“Because he’s your type? And you already know each other?” Taehyung shrugs.

“I don’t approach anyone…and I don’t know if he’s into men” Jimin clicks on Jeongguk’s posts and admires him, a little smile on his face. 

“We can find out about it; I know people in his department”, Tae suggests, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

Jimin stops scrolling on a certain post, his eyes twitch, and he zooms in on the photo, on his bike, it was a black sports bike. It looked awfully similar to several others he had seen before.

“Is this model in trend right now?” Jimin asks Tae, who stares at the photo, then breathes out.

“I don't know, I don't have much idea about bikes. I barely see them, so I don't know”, Taehyung says and resumes his scrolling. 

“Huh…Really? But I see these bikes everywhere I go…They must be popular!” Jimin stares at the post again. 

“Or maybe he’s just following you around lol”, Taehyung jokes, chuckling a little, not looking away from his phone.

Jimin looks at Taehyung with a slightly perplexed face. He keeps his phone on his bed. “Taehyung-ah, I have a confession…something weird’s happening to me these days”, Jimin says quietly. The tone immediately catches Taehyung’s attention, and he puts his phone aside.

“What?” He was curious; it was rare for Jimin to confess something. 

“I…uh…this is kinda stupid, but I feel like someone’s been following me for a while, but it’s been a bit too often for the past…3 months?” Jimin keeps his voice low as if someone other than them might hear. 

“What?... Have you ever seen someone?” Tae asks, his voice low too,

“No… I’ve just felt it…like an extra presence. I have also noticed weird shadows on the streets when I’m alone,” Jimin whispers, a little sweat dripping from his neck. Taehyung takes a long pause before answering, scratching his forehead.

“Jimin-ah…when was the last time you watched a horror movie?” Tae asks with a straight face.

“Uhh…a while ago?” Jimin’s tone is still careful.

“Stop watching them…you might be going insane”, Taehyung says. For a while, no one said anything, then Jimin threw his pillow on Taehyung’s face. 

“What the fuck? Can you ever be serious about something for once?” Jimin’s face turns red out of embarrassment. 

After a while, Jimin ends up laughing too; of course, he was being silly. Why would anyone follow him? He’s the one who always gets ghosted, too. He and Tae talked a little more, then ended up falling asleep from exhaustion. They both danced for hours after attending classes, then made dinner and had a strange conversation, at least for Jimin. 

The next morning, they get up at their usual time, 8:00 am. Taehyung grabs his stuff after washing up and having a quick breakfast at Jimin’s kitchen. “Jimin, will you come for practice?” Taehyung asks as he ties his shoes, “No, I have some modelling work today. Remember the magazine I modelled for last month? They called me in again,” Jimin says excitedly. Taehyung gets up and gives the shorter a side hug. “That’s great; at least someone here is employed” Taehyung pats Jimin’s back. “I have practice today. Also, I will be busy for a few days; I need to focus on my auditions for that company I told you about” Tae opens the door and steps out.

Jimin nods, “Yeah, all the best!” The door shuts in front of Jimin, and the silence fills his apartment. 

Jimin gets ready for his day and packs his little bag with some lunch and water. Jimin loved modelling; it always boosted his ego. He got to dress up and get called pretty after each shoot. He got in his car and soon reached the studio. The shoot started around 10 am and finished around 8 pm. He was a bit disappointed because he was not the only one they called in; Jimin loved it when all the attention was on him, but still, he was the most praised among everyone, so he was kinda happy. There was a problem; he was awfully hungry right now, so he drove around the block to find the place he usually went to. Jimin got inside the cafe and ordered a light dinner. He placed the order for takeout because he was too dressed up to eat in a cafe, and he liked eating in his car while watching YouTube on his laptop. 

Jimin sat at one of the tables as he waited; last night’s conversation had been buzzing in his head, and he did feel random chills on the warmest days, he did see shadows, he did feel a presence, though it never harmed him, it just felt a little creepy. The bike, Jeongguk’s bike, to be exact; he had seen the same model multiple times around the city. Was he thinking too much about it? His fingers instinctively opened Jeongguk's Instagram profile again. The pink circle around his profile picture caught his attention; his fingers itched to click on it. His eyes fell on the “follow back” option on his profile. “Oh, he follows me? Since when?” Jimin murmurs, ‘Should I follow him back? I mean, we did go to the same school; he was kinda cute back then…always stared at me whenever he got the chance. I think I should, ’ Jimin thinks and follows Jeongguk back. 

Jimin’s finger instinctively tapped on the story icon. He panicked a little when it was loading; his eyes widened when the picture finally loaded, and his hand trembled as he held his phone. “fuck…no way” Jimin’s mouth fell open. It was a mirror selfie of Jeongguk in his gym. He sat manspreading on one of the benches as he held his phone in his left hand and rested his right arm on his thigh. He wore a black tank top and black trousers, his gaze fixed on his camera, his expression relaxed, his lip piercing perked a little from his little pout, his forehead and neck covered in sweat. Jimin forgot he was in public for a whole 10 minutes; he took a screenshot somewhere in the middle. Jimin bit his bottom lip as his knees buckled together. Jeongguk was indeed his type; he wondered how big his hand would be around his waist, how the piercing would feel, and how he would smell.

“Park Jimin-ssi?” A waitress approached his table with his packed order, and he almost dropped his phone as his thoughts were interrupted. He panicked and closed his phone. He collected his order and bowed to the woman before leaving the cafe. He walked as fast as he could to his car. This was so embarrassing. He opened the door of his car, and a bike went by from behind him. Jimin couldn’t care less about random bikers; what he did care about was the fragrance which hit his nose a moment after the biker went by; it made him dizzy. The smell was citrusy and woody, maybe a bit minty, just so tempting; it made Jimin turn his head around to see who it was, but he was too late. The biker was gone; he cursed under his breath and got in his car before slamming the door shut. 

Jimin had his dinner in his car while watching some science YouTube debate, as always. After almost an hour, he started his engine and drove to his apartment. It was a long day, and he needed to take a shower and sleep. His drive back home was quiet; his mind was still flashing Jeongguk’s photo, and he couldn’t take the image out of his mind. He played his usual playlist; his gaze lingered on that ‘1 save’. He always found it cute, but right now, he felt bothered. He wanted to know who liked it; he sighed. Every time a biker passed by him, he wondered if it was the man whose photo flashed in his mind every 2 minutes.

After a while, Jimin reached his home. He parked his car and grabbed his bag. He took the elevator and got to his home. He walked straight to the bathroom, and the reflection in the mirror made him chuckle; his long blonde locks dishevelled; his makeup couldn’t hide the mess on his face; he gulped; this was not who Park Jimin was, getting all bothered about a guy he barely knew. Jimin clicked his tongue and turned the tap on. The noise failed to shut the voices in his mind. He decided to take a cold shower, which was a good decision because he felt a little better afterwards.

He entered his room and turned on his lamps. The necklace Taehyung had asked about yesterday caught his attention. He picked it up and ran his thumb on the pendant. He remembered the day he got it; it was the 13th of October last year. He woke up to a package delivered outside his door, and he checked the CCTV footage, but it just showed a middle-aged deliveryman. He opened the package and found a little note with a velvet box. The note said, “Happy Birthday Jimin! Hope you like it🤍” The box had a beautiful golden necklace he had wanted to get for a really long time. Though he was a bit freaked out when he received the gift, he liked it a lot, so he kept it. Taehyung and Hoseok asked him to throw it away or give it to someone else, but something in his heart didn’t like that. The person who gave him this particular necklace must be close to him or know him more than any average person; how else can some random person know what he likes? 

“Must be someone I know”, he giggled. “How shy can they be to pull something like this?” Jimin takes the necklace and puts it back in the box. He gets into his soft blanket and turns on his phone. Jimin opened his Instagram again and searched Jeongguk’s profile, blushing at how stupid this entire situation was. He scrolls down and sees multiple new posts, ‘he must have archived these’ he thinks as he clicks on one of the post, it was a dump, he swiped through the several photos he clicked, some of scenery, streets, clouds, a video where he was petting a dog, a doberman puppy, Jeongguk’s soft giggles could be heard in the video, it made Jimin smile. 

The last photo was a selfie; he looked directly at the camera with a smug smile. Jimin blushed a little. He swiped and clicked on an another dump, it was from a party, it took Jimin a minute to recognise the surroundings, ‘must be the his welcome party’ Jimin mutters and swipes through the post, most of the slides were of the club, alcohol, his friends, the second last photo caught his attention, it was a mirror selfie in the club washroom, Jeongguk wore a black shirt and black trousers, his sleeves half way folded to his elbow, he held his phone in his right hand, his tattoos on display. Jimin’s blush turned a bit deeper, and he rubbed his thighs together gently. 

He swiped and gasped softly. The last slide was a photo of the moon that night. Jeongguk must have taken it on the way back home. It was a Waxing Crescent, the one Jimin had on his nape; Jimin’s blush only grew bigger. He swipes through more of the younger’s posts and highlights, “So he loves the moon too? He has posted so many photos of the moon.” Jimin always got excited when someone loved the moon as much as he did. He opened Jeongguk’s highlights and found all the ones about the moon. He taps through the stories and suddenly notices something: the songs. Jimin raised his eyebrow as he focused on the songs Jeongguk used; they were all from Jimin’s favourite artists. He covered his mouth as he went through them. The way everything made him blush was concerning; the coincidences were freaking him out.

“Damn…He’s more interesting than I thought he was.” Jimin closed his phone and threw it somewhere on the bed. He puts his head in the cover; he really didn’t want to think about Jeongguk like this. It was absurd. He was being delusional. There was no way Jeongguk knew about his playlists. His thoughts were cut short by a loud vibration of his phone. Jimin abruptly picks up the call; it was from Taehyung, of course. 

“Jimin…what are you wearing to Yoona’s party? I can’t think of anything,” Taehyung bites into his chip as he asks. Jimin takes a pause; his brain comes back to reality, and he clicks his tongue and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I completely forgot! How many days do we have?” Jimin asks; Taehyung looks puzzled. “Huh? Jimin-ah, it's next Saturday! We have a week. Should we go shopping?” Taehyung cheerfully suggests, “Hm…this Wednesday?” Jimin and Taehyung agreed to go shopping. The next few days went quickly; nothing big happened. Jimin attended his classes and practice sessions as usual, checking Jeongguk’s profile multiple times a day.

It was Wednesday, and they finished up their dance session around 6 pm and said their goodbyes to everyone. They arrived at the store, Jimin looked around for some stuff until his eyes fell on a leather jacket, and he immediately imagined Jeongguk in it. “Oh fuck off!”Jimin whispered and ran towards Taehyung. “What are you thinking of?” Jimin asks. “I don’t know, probably some button-ups. Why’s your face so red?” Taehyung turned around to get a good look at Jimin’s face. “What? No! I’m fine! This! This blue sweatshirt would look so good beneath a white shirt!” Jimin randomly grabbed something for Tae to distract him. 

Jimin turned around and looked around, but he couldn’t think of anything. He pouted, walked around the section, and finally grabbed an oversized sweatshirt. It wasn’t party-appropriate, but it looked comfortable. He checked more sections and ends up grabbing several cute shirts and tops, “Taehyung-ah, I’ll go try these on, just wait for me” Jimin informs Tae, who gives him a thumbs up. Jimin entered an empty changing room. He carefully took off his clothes and started trying on the clothes he chose, one after one. He tried them on and wondered if he’d look on Saturday. 

One of the clothes was the sweatshirt he picked up earlier. He wondered how big it would be, so he tried it on. The moment he put his head inside the fabric, a familiar fragrance hit his nose; his eyes widened, he knew this smell, he looked in the mirror, it reached up to his thigh, but the smell, he tried to remember, where exactly had he smelled it before. He gently held the fabric in his hand and brought the neckline near his nose. Jimin took a slow and long breath in, and he bit his lip when he remembered, “the guy on the bike…on Sunday”. 

The smell made him dizzy again. It was just so tempting; a deep blush spread across his face. Who even smells this good? Jimin quickly took the sweatshirt off as he felt his jeans getting tighter. He took a deep breath and left the changing room with the sweatshirt still inside. In the end, he got some casuals for himself. Jimin digs his face into his pillow after he comes back home. He couldn’t believe how he almost got hard in a public changing room. “What the fuck is wrong with me these days?!” Jimin hides himself in his covers and goes to sleep; after all, sleep was his only escape in this fucked up situation. Jimin woke up and went on with his usual routine. The next 2 days, he tried his best not to open Jeongguk’s account more than 2 times in a day, which he succeeded in doing, so proud of him. 

It was finally Saturday evening, Jimin had been looking forward to this day because 1, he could finally get out of his usual routine and do something fun. 2, he could finally get drunk, probably get laid, considering how pent up he was. He decided to wear a loose-fitting white shirt and black trousers. He wore some rings and a necklace, not the one he got on his birthday; he barely wore that one out. Jimin styled his long blonde hair in a French braid with open ends, some loose hair falling on his face. He wore some really light makeup, just a silver eyeliner under his left eye and some concealer, his lips naturally pink and plump. 

Tae and Hoseok picked him up from the apartment, both of them hyped Jimin up when they saw him, “What the?? You look a bit too good today! Stay home!” Taehyung said and got smacked by Jimin as he sat in the back seat, “Jimin-ah, your hair looks so pretty” Hoseok complimented. Jimin smiled and thanked him, he loved it and being called pretty was his favourite thing ever. Hoseok drove to Yoona’s party. The entire ride was chaotic as they picked Seokjin up as well; he was Hoseok’s best friend. The entire time Taehyung tried to rizz Seokjin up by complimenting him, but failed miserably as Seokjin just accepted all his compliments with a simple, “I know”. 

Jimin was in a wonderful mood; he hadn’t been this happy in so long. The club’s neon lights shone from the road outside. They got out of the car and walked in. “Geez, did she invite the entire campus or something?” Hoseok says, and 3 people already pushed him as he entered. “Apparently everyone was allowed to bring a plus one if the person was hot” Taehyung explained and got pushed too. “So that’s why Seokjin hyung is here with us tonight?” Jimin walked behind them, completely shielded. 

“Oh hiii! Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok! And Seokjin oppa?? Omg what a surprise!” Yoona greeted them all with a wide grin, drink in one hand, eyes dilated; she looked happy… wherever she was. Jimin gave her a warm hug and talked to her as the other three went to the drinks corner. “Everything aside, you look really pretty today! There are a lot of good guys here tonight. I hope you find someone” Yoona softly elbowed him as he teased him. “Yeah, I hope it's not some jerk as always” Jimin giggles and pats her back as he leaves for the bar as well. Jimin sits on an empty seat next to Tae. “I need something strong tonight, I want to make lots of bad decisions”, Taehyung said after he ordered shots for them all. “You always make bad decisions. The fuck you mean tonight?” Hoseok said and side-eyed him. 

Their drinks arrive, and they all take their shots. The party begins: people dancing, random couples already down each other's throats, people throwing up, and picking fights. Jimin takes multiple photos of himself and everyone around him. He was drunk enough to hype Taehyung up on the dance floor, who was currently twerking. A few hours had passed, and they took a break from dancing and decided to play truth or dare. After several rounds of Taehyung successfully making bad decisions and Hoseok revealing his family traumas, it was Jimin’s turn. 

The bottle’s neck landed in front of Jimin, which meant a dare. “Ohhh!! What dare I give you, Jimin-ah??” Yoona giggles mischievously. She looks around the area. “Alright!! You see Mingyu over there? Go and kiss him and then tell him he’s a terrible kisser” Yoona gives her dare and laughs, “But he’s straight” Jimin softly protests. “Everyone’s gay for you, Jimin, NOW GO!” Yoona pushed Jimin, and he walked towards Mingyu. The only thing he knew about him was that he was in the graphics department and was hot, not his type, but a dare was a dare. 

Jimin was 10 meters away from Mingyu when he stopped dead in his tracks; a misty trail of warm woody, citrus scent made Jimin’s head throb, his eyes slowly widened as he recognised it — the fragrance. It was the one. Something about the scent made him search for the one it was coming from. It was the one he smelled that night on the road, and from that sweatshirt a few days ago; he turned left, then right, as fast as he could, in search of the person. But it was dark, and Jimin was so drunk that he could barely see anything. The only source of light was the disco ball above. ‘He's near,’ Jimin thought. His blurry eyes scanned the entire room.

“Jimin!! Gooo!” Yoona shouted, sending jolts through Jimin. He couldn’t give two fucks about the dare, but Mingyu was right in front of him, and had Yoona was screaming from the back; he bit his bottom lip and walked towards him. The closer he got, the more he inhaled the familiar scent. Just when he was about to call Mingyu, someone pushed the girl he was standing with, making all her drink spill on Mingyu’s shirt. Jimin takes a step away from the scene and accidentally steps on something. His foot wobbles as he loses his balance and trips, but right when his knee is about to hit the floor, a strong, abrupt force pulls his arm up, and Jimin’s back hits the wall behind him.

The sudden movement as his back hits the wall almost takes the air out of his lungs. Jimin feels a warmth against him in that instant, the warmth trapped by the cold wall behind. Jimin takes a long inhale and opens his eyes, vision still blurry, but his touch senses are still strong. He feels a soft fabric against his jaw and warm skin by his cheek, his hands resting on the man’s hard chest, as Jimin feels an arm on his waist, pulling him in. Jimin’s eyelids flutter as he breathes the familiar fragrance in; this was it. This is the person he’s been waiting for. His gaze slowly finds the dark ones of the man. Their faces inches apart, Jimin could smell a faint whiff of cigarette mixed with liquor from the man’s lips. 

The club lights fall on the taller’s face, and Jimin gasps as he recognises who embraced him. It was Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk, holding him against his chest, the man with the maddening fragrance that kept Jimin up at night. He regains his balance softly, and the second wave of light makes something on the taller’s chest shine. Jimin’s eye lands on the object, and the instant he makes it out what it was, he pushes Jeongguk away a little. His expression is so puzzled that he puffs out air. Jeongguk still holds him, grip a bit softer than earlier. Jimin takes his fingers up to the object and caresses it with his fingertips. He could not believe what he was seeing. The object was shining softly under the lights; there was no doubt about it, a silver necklace with the same pendant Jimin was given last year by an anonymous person. Jimin felt his knees go a little weak by the realisation. If only he wore his pair today, if only he knew it was Jeongg—

“Jimin hyung, are you okay?” A gentle, caramel-soft voice cuts Jimin’s thoughts. He turns his neck to look at the taller, Oh… It's him…’ Jimin’s mind clicks; he regains his composure, barely.

“Oh…hmm, I’m fine, thank you” Jimin creates a bit of distance between them, and a moment of silence fills the intoxicated air around them. Jimin was sober now, his mind going haywire, thousands of questions built up in his heart, but he couldn’t utter a single word. 

“Uhh…thank you…for following me back earlier, I…I’ve been following you for a while – for your dance! And fashion stuff of course…” Jeongguk rambles and rubs the back of his neck, face turning hot. 

“No-...no, I should have done it earlier…it was rude of me, we went to school together…back in Busan”, Jimin says awkwardly, sweat dripping from his temple. 

“You remember me?” Jeongguk leans in a little, energy fills up his voice again, and a soft smile breaks on his mouth.

Jimin looks up at him, taken aback by his question. “Of course I do, why won’t I?”

“It’s been so many years and…we never talked,” Jeongguk softly mutters. Jimin nods, and silence fills the space again. Jimin clenched his hand; he could not take it anymore.

“Jeongguk, can I ask you something?” Jimin asks, his voice stern and shaky. Jeongguk nodded to his question, taking in a breath.

“Where did you get this necklace from? It's…pretty,” Jimin asks, to which Jeongguk blinks, not expecting the sudden curiosity. 

“Oh, this? Uhh…” Jeongguk took a pause, finding words to say, “online!” Jeongguk abruptly blurted out. Jimin nodded and took a deep breath. Of course, what was he even accomplishing by asking him this shit?

“Do you want it? You can take it! Are you more into silver?” Jeongguk reaches behind his neck to unclasp the necklace, but Jimin stops him.

“No! No! It's fine! I don’t need it…I already have it!” Jimin says and takes a few steps back; his mind was so puzzled that he needed to get away from Jeongguk. “Have a good night!…I’ll go back now” Jimin waves at Jeongguk and heads back to where his friends were. Jimin left a million questions unasked; he had to go back and be alone. He walks straight to the exit, but a sudden pull stops him. He turns around and sees Taehyung, huffing, his hair all over the place.

“What the fuck, Jimin? Where are you going?” Taehyung raises his voice and asks, Jimin looks behind him and sees everyone at the table looking at him with eyes full of concern, fuck, he can’t go back now. Jimin clicks his tongue and leans into Tae’s ear to speak.

“Taehyung-ah, I’m going home. I don’t feel good, I need to be alone,” Jimin whispers,

“Huh? Why? Are you okay? I saw you with that Jeongguk guy…did he do something? Should I beat him up?” Taehyung showers Jimin with questions, not letting the blonde talk,

“NO! It's much more than that! I’ll tell you everything, trust me, Taehyung, just give me some time, I am okay!” Jimin frantically reassures his protective best friend. Tae sighs and pats Jimin on his back, “take care” Tae smiles and Jimin nods. 

He takes out his phone, books a cab, he didn’t want to stay there even for a minute. Jimin turns his head around to see where his cab was, and he notices a bike parked with more different ones, but only one grabs his attention. He had seen it so many times he didn’t even need to think too hard about it; it belonged to Jeongguk, the same one he was riding in that reel he posted. His cab arrives, and he leaves the club. There were so, so many thoughts running through Jimin's mind that he couldn’t think straight. The ride back home was just 15 minutes, thankfully, his head was sore from all the alcohol and, of course, Jeongguk. His mind was bringing out so many possibilities of all the instances he felt weird and connecting them to Jeongguk, which pissed Jimin off. Right now, his priority was reaching home. 

After an excruciatingly silent ride, Jimin finally unlocks his door and slams it behind him. He takes a long, deep, slow breath in. After coming back from all the noise and chaos of the party, the quietness of his apartment felt eerie. He walks towards his room and quickly takes out the box in which his necklace was kept. He takes the necklace out and carefully touches the pendant, feeling each stone studded. “Fuck, it's the same, his was in silver, mine is in gold, but…this could mean nothing!! It’s just a necklace. Anyone can have it!!” Jimin snarled.

Jimin threw it on the bed and took his shirt off; the sweaty fabric sticking to his skin pisses him off even more. He even took off his trousers and sat on the bed in only his underwear. “I need to think this through. The guy who I think has been following me around might be Jeongguk. He has the same necklace as me, and there’s a big possibility that it was actually him who sent me the gift last year. Now, why would he do that? It's not like he’s in love with me or something, right? I find him hot; he’s my type, but how do I know if he likes me? Like, genuinely, and I’m not absolutely going insane right now?” Jimin slams his pillow on his face. After a second, he gets up and enters his shower. 

He turns on the shower and shivers as the cold water falls on his skin, numbing his mind. He finishes showering, washing his face and applying his skincare. He gets out wearing a soft beige pyjama set. Jimin plops on the bed laying down comfortably, and he tries to think it through again. He was completely sober, maybe a bit tipsy. Jeongguk’s words playing in his mind, ‘I’ve been following you for a while – for your dance! And fashion stuff…of course, Jimin remembers his words, “the little pause was suspicious as hell”, Jimin says, “wait, how long has he been following me on Insta?”Jimin's fingers tap on the screen. He opens his own account and scrolls all the way down to the first dance cover he posted when he opened this account. 

He opens the likes and searches the younger’s profile, and it pops up. “Oh? Damn…” he instinctively opens his comment section and scrolls down to find if he has commented too, after scrolling through half the comments of everyone he follows, Jeongguk’s name finally pops up.

“Oh, he has!” Jimin’s face lights up, he reads the comment and feels his heart skip a beat. “Wow!!!! You dance so well, Jimin-hyung! Please post more!!!”, Jimin pouts a little as a soft blush spreads across his pale cheeks, he scrolls up to another cover, and repeats the process, “One of the best covers I've seen of this song!! Hyung’s the best!!😆” , then again, “You do it so well each time!! Truly the best!!!!” , then again, “Congrats on getting in Hongik!! You keep getting better each time you post!!!” , then again, “That’s truly amazing!!! You move so gracefully!! Truly the best!!!” , then again, “This is my favourite song!! You made me love it even more!! So beautiful!!!” , then again, “How do you move yourself so gracefully? Are you an angel or something? The besttt!!” , then again, “Wow this outfit looks really good!!!” , Jimin’s smile just keeps getting wider, he opens the next reel but notices Jeongguk has not liked it or commented on it, Jimin’s expression falls, he feels his chest getting heavy, ‘is it because it’s a duo challenge?’, he clicks on every duo or trio or even group challenges he has posted and checks for Jeongguk's comments and likes, but ends up finding nothing. “Fuck is he the jealous type?” Jimin pouts, but something in his stomach tingles. He tucks his soft locks behind his ear as he continues.

“You did so well!! That aerial looks really hard, but you did it so well!! So beautiful”, this comment makes Jimin bite his lip, ‘he thought my dance was beautiful?’ he thinks, then continues with his trembling fingers, he reads another one, “I love this artist!! Thanks for covering this song!! So amazing!!!”, then another, “Is it even possible to do so good every time? How many hours do you even spend in that studio? Kekekeke but you’re stunning!!!👍👍🔥”, and another, “HOLYSHIT!!! Can one jump that high??!!! Park Jimin, the best!!!”, Jimin giggles, “This outfit suits you so well!!! So pretty!!, Jimin pauses and reads that comment again, blushing would be an understatement to whatever Jimin’s face was doing right now. “He thought my outfit was pretty?” Jimin thinks and squirms a little, his finger scrolling up to the recent ones.

“The way you move is so appealing…with that expression too!! You should just be an idol, ATP!!!!😝🙀” ,This comment made Jimin arch his back a little. ‘Does he notice every single detail or something?’ Jimin thinks and turns around and lifts one of his knees upward, his hands trembling, but regardless, he continues. The next reel was the one he shot in a dark empty studio with just one light behind him, highlighting his proportions and silhouette, it was an Rihanna song, a bit seductive, he was so excited to read Jeongguk’s comment, when he finds it it makes him giggle, “Woww!...this is crazy”, he scrolls up while adjusting his bottoms a little, he reads another one, this was his most recent post which he shot at the university rooftop, under the open blue sky, the background in this was Jimin’s favourite. “The clouds look so pretty, but honestly, I think Jimin is prettier” Jimin drops his phone on the bed, and the girl group song continues to play in the background. “He thinks I'm pretty?...he didn’t even say anything about the dance…what the fuck…wait no…fuck” Jimin slams his hands on his face as he rubs his thighs together. Oh no…this is bad…really bad. 

“Isn’t this just straight-up flirting at this point?” Jimin picks up his phone again, he reads the comment over and over again, and then also takes a screenshot. “Wait!!!” Jimin sits up straight, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed, “That means he likes me too? Wait….I like him? Fuck!! I think I do” his face was so red, it was funny, his body felt so hot it felt like he didn’t even take that shower earlier. “He’s so cute in person…couldn’t even look me in the eye today”, Jimin recalls their interaction from hours ago, ‘even willing to give me his necklace lol what a cutie’. Jimin smiles softly as he remembers, “Are you more into silver? As if he knows I like gold—” Jimin mimics Jeongguk’s tone but then immediately stops. He asks him if he’s ‘more into’ silver, why would he ask that? Why would he ask him if he’s ‘more into’ something without knowing he’s ‘more into’ the other? As if he already knows what he likes between the two.

“Fuck…oh god”, Jimin picks up the necklace on his bed, “He sent me this, didn’t he? That idiot…” Jimin reads the note inside the box, ‘Happy Birthday Jimin! Hope you like it🤍.’ Jimin holds the note in his hand and pinches the bridge of his nose. It was so absurd he couldn’t contain his laugh, “He has the audacity to comment on each of my covers but doesn’t have the balls to write his name on this note?...little bastard” Jimin finally accepts that it was Jeongguk, the anonymous necklace, the silent presence, the magnetic fragrance, hell, even that stupid bike he kept seeing around the city was his. Jimin sits in silence with his discoveries, then bursts out laughing. He couldn't believe it; this was the first time something so bizarre had happened to him. His cheeks turned a deep pink shade; he was happy, he was smiling and blushing after all. But there was a problem that Jimin just realised when he came down from his high of happiness. 

Jimin was so fucking turned on, the dent of his pants was too visible now when he was all quiet. He takes a sharp inhale, his back arched the way it does when he wants something. Jimin was a little too pent up, and it had been a while since he touched himself down there. He had been so busy lately and distracted by everything. ‘Should I?’ Jimin breathes in as he turns his neck towards his cupboard. He slowly puts his feet down on the cold floor and walks towards it. Jimin opens it and then unlocks a small drawer. He reaches inside and takes his toy out with his lube. Jimin walks back to the bed and throws it on the soft blanket. He slowly takes off his pyjamas, leaving himself in nothing but his wet briefs. 

Jimin sits on the bed. He has never done it while thinking about a certain person; he feels like a pervert, but then again, he was one. Jimin turns his head towards the idle necklace. He thinks for a moment, but then reaches up and clasps it around his neck. The cold material strikes against his flushed, hot skin. He then reaches for his phone and slowly lies down on his bed. He searches for the screenshot he took of his story a week ago; he clicks on it and then sharply breathes in. His eyes roam around the picture, taking in every detail. Jimin felt so disoriented: the way Jeongguk’s tattoos looked, the veins of his hand, his arms, he was just so…big. 

‘I wonder how big he must be down there, ’ Jimin thinks and softly touches his chest, brushing his hard nipples with his fingertips. He keeps his breathing steady, gently caressing his thighs. ‘his grip earlier was so strong, he must be rough. ’ He leaks a little precum as the thought passes his mind; he dips his fingers into the waistband and slowly takes his only piece of clothing off, leaving him entirely exposed to his fantasies. Jimin lightly wraps his palm around his thick bulge and gives himself a few familiar pumps. He gasps as he feels the warm tightness of his hand. He stares at Jeongguk’s pic again as he swirls his hand around his tip. Jimin throws his head back in pleasure as he feels the strong sensation. 

“Fuck~”, his gaze lingers on Jeongguk’s slender, long fingers attached to his very strong big hand, ‘I wonder how deep they would reach. ’ Jimin closes his eyes and thinks of Jeongguk’s hand around his dick, but fuck, it was not enough; he needed more. He lets his dick go and grabs the lube bottle, taking a good amount and covering his thick, small digits. Jimin spreads his legs apart, his tight little hole twitching out of eagerness. He touches his rim and jerks at the cold feeling. He circles his middle finger around his entrance and slowly pushes his finger in. 

Jimin bites his lips and gasps at it. He reaches in further and then takes it out, making himself loose enough. He moves his finger in and out of his hole, covering it with the slimy lube. He gently shoves the second finger in and moans at the stretch. He spins his fingers around and takes them in and out, his hips arching at the feeling. Jimin closes his eyes and imagines Jeongguk, his touch, his kisses, his sex. Jimin takes out his fingers abruptly and takes his dildo in his hand, pumping it up with lube. He couldn’t wait anymore; the urge to be fucked had taken over his mind. 

Jimin positions his toy in front of his lubed-up entrance and slowly pushes the silicone in. He rolls his eyes back at the stretch, and a cry escapes him as he pushes the length in. Deeper and deeper, he felt himself melt at the feeling. Jimin closes his eyes and throws his phone away. He grips his leg apart and thrusts the toy in completely. He moans and digs his head into the pillow; he pulls out and pushes it back in. His face twists in pleasure, mouth falling wide, brows scrunching. It takes him a moment, but then he sees him, positioned between his legs, holding his legs apart. 

He thrusts his toy in, but sees Jeongguk pushing it in; the desire burns Jimin. He needed Jeongguk so badly, at this exact moment. Jeongguk pushes Jimin’s legs apart and pounds deep inside him, making Jimin jolt with the sudden force. Jeongguk leans down and kisses Jimin's hard nipples, biting and sucking on them, making them swell. Jimin groans as he feels it hit his prostate; his hips shudder as it keeps snapping right at his sweet spot. 

“Ahngh~…please, Jeongguk-ah” Jimin’s thighs tremble as the name rolls out of his tongue, his hand moves back and forth, pounding deep inside, and several tears that accumulated in his waterline finally fall from his eyes, making his pretty lashes wet. ‘He probably fucks deeper…’ Jimin thinks and uses a sharp force against himself; he pounds so deep that he screams. The waves of pleasure hit him all at once, making him release ropes of ecstasy. It felt like electricity ran through Jimin’s entire body, his mind going numb with satisfaction. He roughly inhales, thick release layered on top of his flushed skin, dildo still pushed back in. Jimin’s mind went completely blank after weeks, probably. Lying limp on the bed, he still rode his orgasm. 

After a moment, he could feel his mind shutting off. It was 4 am already, and Jimin just had the most intense orgasm of his life, to Jeongguk, who was equally, if not more, obsessed with him. Jimin pulls the dildo out and throws it on the bed. He focuses on steadying his breathing for a minute, then cleans himself off. He could feel his throat go dry from all the moaning and crying. Jimin stares at the ceiling, his body still shivering from the aftereffects of the orgasm. 

“I need to make Jeon Jeongguk mine…if he won’t do it, then I will”, Jimin affirms. He has had enough of Jeongguk’s little, shy games; he is not allowed to make Jimin fall for him, then not do anything about it. It’s too unfair; Jimin craved Jeongguk just like the way the younger longed for him, for years. They belonged to each other, and fear was the last thing that had the power to stop them from achieving that.

At 8:13 am, Jeongguk’s closed eyelids, covering his dark orbs, shone in the morning sunlight, his eyebrows scrunched as he felt the brightness. The smell of coffee hit his nostrils even before he woke up. He realised it was morning; Namjoon had woken up early as usual and opened the blinds of his room. His phone vibrates near his head; he usually keeps his phone under his pillow. His eyes shot open as it hit him what day it was and from whom the notification might be. He pulled his phone out from under his pillow and unlocked it. He was right; it was his favourite notification.

[j.m shared a story]

It was the first Friday of the month, which meant Park Jimin would post a dance cover on his public Instagram. His fingers hastened to Jimin’s profile, the reel section, only to find no new post; his smile dropped, but then in the next second, he tapped on the story icon, and his smile was back when he saw his angel, sitting in front of the mirror holding his phone, blonde hair falling softly on his face and a warm smile on his face. The background looked like their university’s dance practice room. Jeongguk got up and sat on his bed, running a hand through his hair, smiling ear to ear, a soft blush spread across his face and ears. He immediately took a screenshot, and then it hit him, “Wait, what is he doing at 8 in the morning in the practice room?!” He mutters and really looks at the photo, and finally notices the little text at the top, ‘12 pm today👀’ Jeongguk blinked a few times, then covered his mouth when he realised.

It was one of those once-in-a-blue-moon occasions when Park Jimin was going to perform in the practise room of their university, and anyone could come and watch him. Jeongguk sprang from his bed and ran towards the washroom. After a full 40 minutes, he got out and walked towards the living area to find Namjoon, who was sitting on the sofa reading some book Jeongguk couldn’t care less about. 

“Namjoon Hyung! Did you see Jimin’s new story?” Jeongguk excitedly asks Joon, who smiles and keeps his book aside, “Your angel is performing, must be a dream come true for you, right?” Joon asks and smiles, revealing those little cute dimples. “It is”, Jeongguk answers, his blush only getting brighter. “He’ll perform around 12 pm...I’ll go there and sit around 11 am…last time he noticed me in the crowd, it was really embarrassing, also I’ll wear my black hoodie so that I don’t stand out”, Jeongguk says as he walks around the kitchen to make a quick toast for himself. 

“Why are you even doing all this shit, Jeongguk? You do realise you are really attractive yourself, rather than being this shy and doing all this stupid shit; you should be upfront about it… It's been 7 years for fuck’s sake!” Namjoon argues, his tone stern but still soft. Jeongguk rubs the back of his neck as he laughs awkwardly, “You know I can’t do that, Hyung… It's too much…last time I talked to him, he got weirded out. I'm happy loving him from the sidelines, just like many others” Jeongguk lowers his head as he answers, a slight agony present in his voice. Namjoon sighs. They’ve had this conversation a million times before; Jeongguk's answer always stays the same. 

Jeon Jeongguk, an undergrad student who loves music, playing instruments, playing video games and going out on bike rides with his good-for-nothing friends at night. He and Namjoon have been friends since high school and decided to go to the same University in Seoul. The real reason why he joined this university was because of his angel, Park Jimin, who was enrolled here. Jeongguk loved a lot of things, but soon got bored with them all. There is just one thing consistent in his life: his passionate love for Park Jimin, which was borderline obsessive and maddening. 

He finished his toast and went for his morning cardio. He needed to look good today, just in case Jimin ended up spotting him out in the crowd. Around 10 am, he finished his workout and came back home, took a shower, and got ready. He wore an oversized black hoodie with a tank top underneath, black cargo pants, and his regular pair of Nike. He put on a little bit of his Chanel perfume, not wanting to attract too much attention. He kept his hoodie slightly open because it was too hot, and he wore a certain silver necklace to style his outfit up a bit. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, wondering if he was doing too much, but he was getting late, so he left.

He arrived at the performing arts department, his anticipation increasing as the distance between him and the room closed in. His mind was going more and more blank with each step of the stairs. He was a bit too excited, butterflies plunged in his stomach. He saw the crowd already forming in the room from outside; it was really crowded, which makes sense because Jimin is the most popular and desired guy in his department, probably among the most popular in their university. He looks around and notices how Jimin and his friends haven’t arrived yet. 

Girls around him already start noticing him, waving and passing smiles at him. He softly bows at them and finds a good spot to stand. He stands right opposite the circle that people left for Jimin to dance, thankfully, Jeongguk is tall, so he has no problem seeing his angel in this swarm of people. Soon, the clock ticked 11:55 am, and a mob of people gathered around him, all to see Jimin. Jeongguk was getting impatient, and he did not like the idea of so many people perceiving his Jimin. It burned his heart, his gaze stern and fixed on his phone, scrolling through his Insta. The more people came in, the more pissed he was. A girl pushes him slightly, and he misses his step; another guy from the back takes his spot. 

“Hey I was standing here” Jeongguk protests, “there’s some space over there, you can go sit” the guy pointed at a random empty spot in the 2nd row across the mirror, Jeongguk raised his brow, he doesn’t remember a spot like that being there, also it was way too close, but, he had no other choice, he went to the empty spot and sat there, he turned around to check his surroundings, ‘this is bad, i’m sitting between his batchmates, also that guy…he’s in his class right? I wanted to see him dance from the front; sitting here, I’ll get a look at his back…Fuck! ’ Jeongguk clicks his tongue and lowers his hood. 

The sudden hoot from the people startles him; his neck snaps towards the entrance, and there he sees him. Park Jimin, with his friends, enters the room. He smiles at everyone around him and shakes hands with a few people. Jeongguk’s eyes land on Jimin, and a fond smile immediately forms on his face. Jimin stands in the centre of the circle, waving at as many people as he can. He wore a white oversized sweatshirt and cargoes, his casuals, ‘it's the one he got a few weeks ago, looks pretty,’ Jeongguk thinks. Jimin’s blonde hair was tied in a loose manbun with some strands falling on his face and neck. On his neck, Jeongguk noticed something: a necklace. It was a gold necklace from what he could notice. He could not figure out the design of the pendant from a distance. A small thought came to his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside; there’s no way it was possible.

“Wow, that’s way too many people than I anticipated, but thank you all so much for coming here! It's been a while since I did a live dance cover in front of you all, so I thought I should switch things up a little,” Jimin says cheerfully. He oozes with confidence; his radiant charm and captivating personality made everyone admire him. He runs his hand through his silky golden locks, and a soft, dreamy smile spreads across his face as he finishes. “I have prepared a few covers for today, all choreographed by me. I hope everyone enjoys” Jimin smiles and turns towards his friends who stood in front of the speaker. He connects his phone to it and comes back to stand in the middle of the circle, except that he turned around, with his back facing the mirror. 

Jeongguk's breath gets stuck in his throat. Jimin faced the side he was sitting at, ‘what..what..wait…he always faces the mirror when he dances; why’s he facing here today? Fuck..fuck..this is not good…he will definitely notice me here’, Jeongguk thinks and instinctively lowers his hood even further. He rolled up his sleeves because it was way too hot today. Why the fuck was he feeling so hot? The music starts to play, and the first few notes make the crowd scream. 

The song was Stuck with U by Ariana Grande and Justin. Jeongguk couldn’t stop smiling; it was his favourite song. Jimin positions himself on the floor, the music starts playing, and he starts dancing. Jeongguk’s eyes follow his every movement. Jimin moves as the music fills the room, his arms capturing every emotion within them as he moves, his steps precise and soft, swaying with the beat. Then suddenly he turns his head towards his left, facing Jeongguk, smiling. Jimin gets up and continues his enchanting performance, but Jeongguk is stuck, ‘Did he just smile at me?’ He gulps and refocuses. Jimin moves as if he were as light as a feather, dancing so pleasantly, yet each move was detailed. Jeongguk was so hypnotised that he forgot there were people around him; it felt as if it was just the two of them in the room. 

Then it happened again: Jimin faced him as he danced, but he turned his head slightly and locked eyes with Jeongguk; his sharp gaze made the younger freeze. Jeongguk's mind stopped working, a deep blush spread across his face, and his dark eyes widened as he made eye contact with Jimin. ‘He has noticed me, hasn’t he?’ Jeongguk breathed out, his heart was beating so fast he was scared it would leap out of his chest. Jimin’s dance calmed him down a little, but it was sad how he could no longer focus until Jimin did an aerial move. Jeongguk felt like the world had stopped; his smile came back, wide and soft.

The music stopped, and everyone cheered for Jimin. He bowed and smiled, “For the next ones, I’ll bring my friends, Hoseok and Taehyung! Wooo!!” Jimin introduced his friends as he clapped his little hands. Jeongguk knows them too well; they were his closest friends with whom he went everywhere. Taehyung also went to the same high school as him. Jeongguk always envied those two for how close they were with Jimin, while he always admired him from the shadows. They danced together to a few pop songs. Jeongguk couldn’t care less about the two; his eyes were fixed on Jimin, analysing, noticing, memorising each move. 

Jeongguk was awfully aware of the fact that he was standing out in the crowd, as he was wearing all black and accidentally flashed his tattoos earlier, he was also aware that Jimin knew he was sitting there, because there was no other reason for him to lock eyes with him six times till now, yes, he was counting. The choreo ended, and Jimin went back near the speaker to drink some water and catch his breath. Sweat dropped from Jeongguk’s neck, and he took off his hood out of frustration, a big mistake, because everyone around him started to whisper as they noticed him. Jeongguk might not know it, but he was among the most popular guys around the campus; he just never cared about it.

“The next one is a duet with one of my friends, and everyone’s favourite, Jongin-ssi!” Jimin introduced his friend, and the people cheered for them. Jongin was someone Jimin had paired up with for several dance challenges and covers. 

“Oh gosh! I’m so excited, I’m so glad I came today!! They look like the perfect campus couple!” The girl next to Jeongguk exclaims, “Right! I ship them hard! They look so hot!” Her friend said, more people, even guys, started to say how good they both looked together. Jeon Jeongguk, however, clenched his jaw hard. He knew Kim Jongin, knew what he did at the clubs, and knew how he looked at Jimin every time they were near one another. He also knew they had hooked up back in the first year. He could not believe his eyes: a duet cover? Couple cover, in other words, with one of the guys he absolutely despised the most in Jimin’s vicinity. Jeongguk was so close to walking in the middle of that circle and pulling Jimin away from Jongin.

He poked his cheek with his tongue from the inside. The more he saw them giggling and waiting for the song to play, the more he wanted to step in and stop everything, but that would only push Jimin away, so he just sat there, like stupid, like a coward. The song played; it couldn’t be any worse. Jeongguk took a sharp inhale; he couldn’t figure out if he wanted to kill Jongin or himself more. They get in the position, facing Jeongguk’s side, Jimin’s index finger lands on Jongin’s chest as the first line comes up: heaven sent you to me (Positions by Ariana Grande). Jongin’s hand lands on Jimin’s waist from the back, his other hand swirls Jimin around so that he is facing him next. They danced to the beat, their steps in perfect sync. Every second step, they touched each other, Jimin’s sweatshirt lifting when he danced too fast. Jeongguk looked at them, just stared, his knuckles turning white from how tight he was clenching his hands. 

Once again, it felt like he was the only one in the room, with another man dancing with his Jimin. The noises turned into distant murmurs. Jeongguk wanted to scream, pull Jimin away, but all he could do was look at him, being touched and perceived. His eyes were fixed on Jimin’s face, capturing every expression he made, from smirks and winks to lip bites. This was not why he came here today. Jeongguk kept his expression as stern as possible until Jimin did it again. The blonde turned his head to him and gave him that alluring look, with the most cunning smile he had seen. Jimin bent over and arched his back as he locked eyes with him again. 

Jeongguk stopped breathing, and he unclenched his hands, his heart almost leapt out of his chest, his palms went cold, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Something clicked in his mind, but he was still unsure about it. Jimin hit his last move and looked at Jeongguk, a complete mess; his face had all his thoughts written on it. ‘Cute, ’ Jimin thought and smirked, still not looking away. Jeongguk lowers his head and stares at the polished floor. He really didn’t want to admit it, but he had to; it was obvious now. ‘He is doing all of this deliberately, right?…fuck! Does…does he know? How much does he know?’ Jeongguk’s mind was in shambles; he could not think any longer.

The crowd cheered for them, filling the entire room with loud praises and compliments, except Jeongguk, of course. Jimin bowed and thanked everyone for their praises; he thrived on that. Jeongin placed his hand on Jimin’s hip, talking with the crowd and taking in the compliments. Jimin, however, moved away from him and walked straight towards the tatted dark-haired man, who currently had his head down. The people made way for Jimin to stand right in front of Jeongguk. 

“Jeongguk? Jeon Jeongguk?” Jimin leaned down and softly spoke; an innocent smile made its way to his flushed face. Jeongguk’s chain of thoughts was stopped; he immediately turned his neck up to the voice that called his name so pleasantly. His eyes locked with Jimin, wide and stunned. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t utter a single word, and his dark eyes roamed all over Jimin. Seeing him up so close felt so…good. 

“You came? I spotted you here a while ago, thank you!” Jimin moves his hand forward to Jeongguk, the younger couldn’t fathom a single thought, he still couldn’t believe Jimin was talking to him, from himself. “Uhh…hm..yeah, you were good” Jeongguk's hand trembled as he held Jimin’s smaller one. Something came out of Jimin’s sweatshirt; the piece of jewellery he saw earlier from a distance swung in midair from the older’s neck; the dance room’s light finally fell on the pendant he couldn’t see earlier. It took him a few seconds to recognise what it was. The moment he did, he felt like the land beneath had been dissolved; his eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and the reflection of the golden chrome heart twinkled in his eyes. There was no way, no freaking way he was wearing that necklace. Jimin squeezed his hand one last time, then let go of it, the cold, wet sensation of his sweat made Jimin satisfied with his little scheme. 

“Until next time, kay?” Jimin smirked and hopped back to the centre. The blonde thanked the crowd for coming, and the room started to get empty. Jimin and his friends talked among themselves, fist-bumping. “It worked”, Tae said. “He looks sick, to be honest”, Hoseok said as he turned a little to see how the younger was doing. “It’s fine, that’s the whole point”, Jimin whispers and looks at Jeongguk one last time before leaving the room. Jeongguk takes a deep, long inhale and gets up. He gets out of the room and the department as fast as he can, he starts his bike and leaves the campus for his apartment, he needed to be alone, to process what the fuck just happened.

Jeongguk slams the door of his apartment as he enters. Namjoon wasn’t home, the silence wraps itself around Jeongguk, he walks towards the sofa and sits on it, he holds his head with his hands, “he knows…he fucking knows…I knew I shouldn’t have sent that gift to him, but I was so careful, how did he?” Jeongguk was so distraught that he was also embarrassed. He never thought of this, never calculated this situation, never considered it was possible for the gap between him and Jimin to close in. He was terrified because there was so much more unethical shit he had done by now; if Jimin ever got to know, he’d hate him for life. 

Jeongguk spent the entire noon cursing himself and wondering exactly where he went wrong in his one-sided crush being revealed. Jimin’s actions were also confusing him. He remembers Jimin being flustered and shy when they met at the party. He remembers Jimin asking him about the necklace, but something in Jeongguk knew it wasn’t just that. He was so close to kissing Jimin and making him his that night, but Jimin walked away from him. He promised himself that he would never get close enough to touch him ever again. The feeling of having Jimin so close to him, embracing him, breathing in the air he exhaled, kept Jeongguk and his dick up for several excruciating nights. His thoughts completely take over him, lapping him with the veil of despair.

Jeongguk passes out on the sofa from exhaustion. He wakes up around 9 pm with his stomach growling. He abruptly gets up and sees takeout on the table. He smiles softly and mentally thanks Namjoon. He finishes his dinner as he watches some anime. Jeongguk tries not to think about everything, a few moments of peace before his life takes a turn. An hour goes by, and he finally checks his phone; he was avoiding it, but he couldn’t take it anymore; he needed to know about Jimin, anything. His notifications had Jimin’s name in them again. 

He hastens to open it up; the story had a video of him at the club, a drink in one hand, and the other wrapped around some random guy. Jeongguk’s grip around his phone tightens, and he recognises the surroundings, “Seriously?” Jeongguk exhales and gets up to go. He never leaves Jimin alone in a club, no matter if he’s with his friends, too many weirdos around his angel, he needs to make sure he’s safe. Jeongguk takes a quick shower and gets ready to leave, of course, wearing his signature perfume and not the necklace, considering Jimin’s reaction during Yoona’s party.

It takes him barely 10 minutes to reach the club. He spots Jimin on the dance floor, keeping his distance from the older, and he grabs a drink and merges in with the people. He notices Jimin was alone tonight, rare. Jimin also barely drank any alcohol, just danced and talked to random people. He looked impatient, looking around again and again. Jeongguk raises his eyebrow, ‘Is he waiting for someone?’ he thinks and observes further.

Barely after 45 minutes, Jimin decides to leave the club. Jeongguk takes a few moments, then follows him, and he notices him get in his car and drive away. Jeongguk concluded that maybe he wasn’t feeling himself or had been stood up. Soon after a while, Jimin reached his apartment building. Jeongguk, as usual, parks his bike ahead of the last turn and walks towards the parking, behind Jimin, keeping a safe distance. It was a little daily ritual for him, making sure Jimin had reached his home safely. But tonight, something he always worried about happened; he froze in his tracks as the scene played in front of him, his eyes shot wide, his breath stopped, his hands trembled, and adrenaline rushed through his blood. 

As Jimin was walking through the parking, he was aggressively pulled by his arm and felt a big, rough hand over his mouth; the mere strength of the attack made Jimin wobble. He looks at the attacker terrified: a taller, muscular man wearing black tshirt and jeans, and a mask which hid his entire face and hair, he tries to free himself from him but failing to do so, “Give me everything you got!! Wallet, phone, car keys—” was the last thing the attacker could say before a vigorous punch lands on his face, the bare force of the assault made the attacker fall on his ass, Jimin jolts away from the attacker and loses his balance but Jeongguk holds him still, stabalizing him and his feet before walking to the masked man and continuing his previous assault, masked man couldn’t even regain his composure before he feels a heavy weight on his chest and then an another powerful punch. 

[ Few days ago ]

“So you’re telling me this Jeongguk guy you went to middle school with is apparently obsessed with you and has been stalking and following you around Seoul for the past few years, also is the anonymous gift giver and publicly flirts with you in your comment section. But now, after Yoona’s party, you somehow like him back because he’s hot, cute and SMELLS good?…like you’re full on turned on thinking about him and shit?? And if that wasn’t the worst of it all, you want him to confess to you because your ego is too big to do that yourself??” Taehyung mindlessly narrates whatever Jimin told him and Hoseok in the past 15 minutes, pinching his temple and trying to comprehend everything he just heard. 

“Yes! I like him…but after Yoona’s party 3 days ago, he hasn’t liked any of my stories or TikToks, nor has he been following me around the city!! Bastard! That too, just after I started liking him! I’m so fucking pissed! Like, what is he even waiting for?” Jimin pouts as he explains, while sitting across from his friends. “Jimin-ah, is that actually you? I’ve never seen you act this desperate?” Hoseok says in disbelief, genuinely concerned for his friend. 

“You guys are so dramatic!! It’s my first time having someone like me to the point of obsession, I’m kinda turned on,” Jimin says and taps his little feet on the bed, he was visibly blushing. Taehyung and Hoseok stare at each other and then at Jimin, who scrolled through Jeongguk’s TikTok profile. 

“So, as you’re Mr. know-it-all, how are you gonna make Jeongguk spill the beans?” Taehyung leans back on the chair, head starting to hurt a little. “Well, I have a very great plan!! And I need you guys for it,” Jimin says and smirks cunningly. Taehyung and Hobi just waited for Jimin to speak. 

“We know he doesn’t like me being around other guys; he hasn’t liked any of my duet covers. SO…I’ll host a live dance performance and dance with Jeongin! Basically, make him jealous!” Jimin claps as he reveals his mindblowing plan. “Making an obsessive stalker jealous. Hmmm, this is exactly how those girls die in horror movies,” Taehyung says with a straight face.

“Shut up!! I’ll put a story on Friday morning as bait!! And when he’s there, I’ll make sure to make his ass really jealous. But this is not the end! I’m thinking of doing something really fun!” Jimin chuckles with mischief. “I’ll take some revenge on him…for all these years of being stalked, and you guys will help me out in executing this plan”, Jimin declares. Taehyung and Hoseok look at each other with defeat. 

“This whatever plan of yours won’t contain any forms of violence, right? That guy is jacked up,” Hoseok asks out of distress.

“Oh, don’t worry!! He’s too cute to do all that stuff,” Jimin reassures them

“You sound like those pitbull owners who say their dog won’t bite while literally making it wear a muzzle”, Taehyung jokes.

“Please!! Just help me out this one time! I swear I’ll do anything to repay you guys,” Jimin pleaded to Taehyung and Hoseok, who, in the end, agree to help him out. 

[Present day]

“Jeongguk!!! Stop!! It’s okay!!!” Jimin runs towards Jeongguk and pulls him away from the attacker; the younger’s entire attention falls on Jimin as his aggression breaks. The masked man runs away in the meantime, but Jeongguk’s only concern was Jimin. He holds his hand and scans the older up and down for any possible injuries. “I’m fine! Don’t worry!” Jimin says, tightening his grip on Jeongguk’s hand. It takes him a while to calm his erratic breathing, but when he does, he simply lowers his head. 

“I’m fine…Jeongguk-ah…Thank you! But, what brings you here around my neighbourhood?” Jimin asks softly, patting the younger’s shoulder. The question surprises him, “I…uh…I came here for dinner! Down the street, and I saw you getting attacked…are you okay? He held you really harshly, that bastard…” Jeongguk excuses and caresses Jimin’s hand. The action puts a smile on his face. “I’m fine…I’m worried about your hand, though…you didn’t have to punch him, you know!” Jimin places his hand on Jeongguk’s, caressing his bruised knuckles. 

“Me? I’m fine, I do some boxing from time to time,” Jeongguk reassures Jimin, who chuckles nervously, ‘Oh shit’ Jimin thinks and smiles at Jeongguk. The awkwardness fills the distance between them. “You can come in…it’s really late anyway. Let me treat you for saving me.” Jimin offers, to which Jeongguk panics, “No! I mean…I mean it's okay! Don’t trouble yourself! It’s fine!” Jeongguk bows gently and starts to leave, but stops when Jimin insists.

“But I wanted you to…you really can’t stay?” Jimin pouts and gives him his unfair puppy eyes. Jeongguk physically feels his heart combust. He thinks for a second, but of course, fails to refuse Jimin. 

Jimin takes him to his apartment, and a soft smell of roses and jasmine hits Jeongguk’s nose when the door opens. The interior is warmly lit and has minimal furniture. Jeongguk felt his heart beating in his chest. This was something he had dreamt about for years. Jimin locks the door behind him. “Sit down…would you like some cold beer?” Jimin asks. Jeongguk nods; staying quiet would probably be best for him. 

Jimin clicks his tongue as he can’t find enough beer cans in his fridge. “Jeongguk, will you wait for me a little? I’ll quickly run to the shop and bring some stuff,” Jimin asks. Jeongguk feels a bit relieved. “Yeah its alright” 

“You can take a shower if you want to, in the meantime, I’ll give you the change of clothes”, Jimin suggests as if it were the most normal thing for a stranger to do when they first visit someone’s home. Jeongguk gets taken aback by the suggestion, but he agrees; he didn’t want to do anything that might disappoint Jimin. 

Jeongguk enters Jimin’s guest washroom. He hears the main door click behind him after a few minutes. The younger immediately takes off his sweatshirt and stands in the middle of the room, in front of the mirror. Was this actually happening, or was he dreaming? He decides to shower; the cold water might shut off his bombarded brain. He stares at his own reflection and laughs at himself. Something doesn’t sit right with Jeongguk about this entire situation, especially after what Jimin did this morning; he was sure he had been caught, and Jimin was going to address everything he had been up to for these past few years and reject him.

The thought made Jeongguk’s chest ache. He cleaned himself with the supplies Jimin left for him, the cold water quieting his mind a bit. After 15 minutes, Jimin came back and found Jeongguk still in the shower. He places the beer and a few snacks on the kitchen counter. The entire situation made him awfully excited. He finds the biggest t-shirt and shorts he owns for the younger and keeps them outside the door. He met Taehyung right outside the shop, whose lip Jeongguk busted with his punch earlier and bruised his face. Jimin panicked and apologised to him. He bought some quick first aid for him and tended his wounds; he promised to take him out shopping as compensation. Taehyung really nagged Jimin about this entire thing, but Jimin was too far gone to give up now. 

“Jeongguk-ah? Are you done? I’ve kept the clothes outside the door,” Jimin says from outside, jumpscaring the living shit out of him. “Ye-yes!” Jeongguk exclaims and hurries up his wash. He wraps the towel that was hanging by the clip on the wall around his waist. He slams the door open.

“Would you like some–” Jimin stops mid-sentence as he turns his head around to see Jeongguk, who was wearing nothing but Jimin’s towel around his waist. Jimin eyes him head to toe, muscle to muscle, particularly focusing on his torso and arms. ‘Fuck….’ Jimin thinks and lets out a heavy breath. “Thank you, hyung”, Jeongguk says and turns around to pick up the clothes and starts wearing them. His back faces Jimin, and his muscles flex as he wears the shorts and t-shirt. 

Jimin….for the love of god…couldn’t stop staring.

Jimin’s brain short-circuits as his eyes land upon Jeongguk’s body. It was exactly his type, exactly the way he likes it, exactly the kind he wants to touch. He bites his bottom lip as filthy thoughts take over his mind. ‘How did he get this jacked up?’ Jimin thinks. 

“Wow, these are so oversized! Thanks, hyung!” Jeongguk says. “If I knew you were built like this, I wouldn't have given you those”, Jimin says under his breath. He brings the beer and places it on the kitchen counter. “It's my favourite brand”, Jimin says as he opens the can and gives it to him. 

“There was no need for this, hyung, but thank you so much”, Jeongguk says and takes a sip. His eyebrows and nose scrunched up as the taste hit his tongue. “It's my favourite brand too,” Jimin chuckles at his reaction and drinks his own. Jimin eye-smiles and sips his own drink. They sit in silence for a while. 

“I should call Namjoon hyung and tell him I’d be late”, Jeongguk says and picks up his phone. “No need! I already told him,” Jimin says. “What? How do you both know each other?” Jeongguk asks Jimin out of curiosity. “Oh! We go to this local band’s show together all the time….Hyung works at their venue, so he gets me free tickets sometimes!” Jimin explains with a smile. 

“Wow! He’s…. been working there since forever…. You guys have known each other for so long…” Jeongguk looks down and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. Jimin's eyes softened as he saw Jeongguk’s reaction. He knew he had to say something to make Jeongguk feel less awkward because, yes, Jimin caught it. “Yeah! He’s like an elder brother to me,” He says. Jeongguk’s shoulders relaxed at this information. 

“Well…I guess I’ll stay…” He says quietly. His eyes shift towards the wall of Jimin’s living room area. He looks around and notices that Jimin has decorated his wall with trophies, medals, and a few certificates on the wall. He then looks inside his room from the kitchen; as the door was open, he notices cosy decor and a gaming pc. This is when it hits him that he’s in Jimin's space. 

“What is it?” Jimin asks, leaning in on the table. “Your house is really well kept….and pretty….also all those awards…you’re so impressive” Jeongguk chuckles. Jimin looks at him fondly and then shifts his focus to all his achievements. “I like dancing…most of the awards I have are for my dance. I do have quite a lot for academics….I was really an achiever back in school, wasn’t I?” Jimin smiles and leans back in his chair, his gaze shifts towards Jeongguk.

Jimin’s smile stays. “What is it? Why do you look so anxious?” Jimin pats his shoulder and shakes him up a little. Jeongguk stays silent for another hot minute and looks like he is fighting an eternal turmoil by himself. Just before Jimin was going to speak, Jeongguk opened his mouth and blurted out what was on his mind.

“Jimin hyung! I really loved your dance today, you looked beautiful” Jeongguk blushes and bites his bottom lip out of embarrassment. He faces Jimin, unable to control his emotions. He takes a huge sip of his beer, and his thoughts all come to a halt when he feels a sudden warmth on his hands. He looks up and sees Jimin holding his hands and smiling at him.

“Thank you, I like your Insta aesthetics too,” Jimin compliments. His hand gently rests upon that of Jeongguk. His gaze softens. Jeongguk felt the pressure slowly go away. A deep blush spreads across his face. “Thank you, hyung”, Jeongguk says and takes another sip.

“I read your comments, thanks; they were really cute”, Jimin smirks and takes a sip of his own beer. Jeongguk looks at him with wide eyes, his ears turning red. 

“Oh, they were nothing really; I’ve been liking your dancing since middle school times”, Jeongguk says nervously.

“Really? What’s your favourite cover of mine?” Jimin asks, rubbing Jeongguk’s back. The softness of Jimin’s smile and his voice just made the younger’s heart flutter. The embarrassment slowly faded away into a soft blush that crept up his neck and ears. Jimin takes a sip of his cold beer, still not taking his hand away from Jeongguk’s back. 

“The one you did today…stuck with you, I love that song and watching you perform in person is so much better than a screen”, Jeongguk answers and rubs the back of his neck, his hand softly brushing against Jimin's. His answer made Jimin blush as well. He got a hundred compliments today, but somehow Jeongguk’s compliment was the only one that warmed his heart.

They drink their beers in a few moments of silence before Jimin asks something again, “So…are you dating anyone right now?” Jimin asks. 

“Uh? No!..not right now,” Jeongguk abruptly answers. “Oh? What about the blonde girl I saw you with last month in the cafe?” Jimin asks, voice a little low. “Oh, that?...it was casual”, Jeongguk answers, with a line of sweat drops by his neck. “Hm? Is that so?” the older said, voice almost a whisper. Jeongguk couldn’t decipher his tone at all; if anything, a light shiver ran down his spine. Jimin playfully taps the back of Jeongguk’s neck, ”You don’t seem to be the type to go for casuals”, Jimin asks, slightly giggling. 

“I do…Sometimes, I have never been in a proper relationship,” Jeongguk was feeling a weird nervousness, something which he had never felt before with anyone. Jimin’s presence was so comforting, yet something about the way he talked made Jeongguk go insane. “Wh- what about you? How long have you been single?” Jeongguk blurts again, ‘fuck’, he thinks. “Me? So you’ve been keeping tabs?” Jimin tilts his head; his silky blonde hair falls on his face, and his plump lips form a sarcastic grin.

“No! Of course not! Everyone knows you rarely date anyone,” Jeongguk defends himself, but little does he know his red ears and cheeks give him away in a second, and Jimin just laughs at him. “It's been a while,” Jimin leans in a little, the smug grin never leaving his face. Jeongguk doesn’t react much. He knows that if he did, Jimin would know he’s lying, because he indeed was keeping tabs. Jeongguk knows everyone Jimin has ever dated, or fucked, cursing himself each time for missing his chance. 

Jimin was very amused by everything that was happening right now. He knew Jeongguk had a crush on him for the longest time possible. ‘Does he have zero awareness of how cute he looks right now? Are his ears sensitive?’ Jimin thinks and takes the hand that was resting on his neck to his ear, his fingers softly caressing Jeongguk’s ear. Fingers softly playing with his earlobe, his other hand rested right next to Jeongguk on the table. “Hyung! That tickles!” the younger protests and jerks a little away from his pretty hyung. “Does it? You know Jeongguk-ah…you’re really easy to read,” Jimin lowly whispers in Jeongguk’s ear, sending a cold shiver down his spine and a rush of heat to his abdomen. ‘Fuck…did that work?’ Jimin thinks and decides to push him a little more.

Jimin then softly rests his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder. The younger froze; he could smell Jimin’s shampoo, make out every detail of his face, staring at those plump lips. Jimin didn’t move himself away from Jeongguk for a solid 2 minutes, which felt like hours for the younger. “I find it so funny how we know each other for so long, and today is the day when we are hanging out like this, we should’ve done this long ago”, Jimin says.

“You…are okay with hanging out with me?” Jeongguk stares, his voice almost a whisper. Jimin smiles and rests his warm feet on Jeongguk’s, completely leaning on him. “Yes, why wouldn’t I?” Jimin looks up to face Jeongguk, face centimetres away. Jeongguk takes another sip of his beer, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“I mean…we don’t even know each other that well”, Jeongguk says. He mentally curses himself for saying that. “Is that so? But you know me so well, don’t you?” Jimin whispers. Jeongguk froze again; his breath hitched. How was he even supposed to reply to that? “I…no! It's not like that” Jeongguk shakes his head in disagreement, the beer can in his hand trembles, ‘Fuck he knows…he knows…he knows…he knows he knows he knows he knows—’ Jeongguk's brain shatters. But his thoughts were interrupted by Jimin, who placed his fingers on Jeongguk’s jaw and turned his face towards him. 

“You think I don’t already know?” Jimin smirks, his voice as low as possible; warm breath falls on Jeongguk’s lips. His face turns pale, his gaze falters, sweat turns cold. Park Jimin, his angel, knew.

Something in Jeongguk’s mind broke; he let go of the breath he was holding, and his mind felt awfully quiet. He looked at Jimin’s doll-like face and eyes. The older was about to say something, but couldn’t; the words that came out of Jeongguk’s mouth next made his own breathing stop. 

“Yes, I like you, Jimin. I always had”, Jeongguk says, his quiet confidence making Jimin gasp at the sudden confession. All the smugness from his face vanished, and he looked at Jeongguk’s face with shock, lips gone dry. 

“You did everything today on purpose, didn’t you? I know…that you know,” Jeongguk said, his voice sounding defeated. ‘It's over, ’ he thinks and tries to push Jimin away from him, but the older doesn’t budge; instead, he grabs Jeongguk’s face with both his hands. 

“Kiss me”, Jimin orders, his voice breathy. Jeongguk takes a moment to register the words; his mind felt so baffled that it stopped creating any coherent thoughts. He leans in instinctively, pressing his lips against Jimin’s. For a moment, Jeongguk freezes, then moves his lips against the plump ones of Jimin’s. His hand moves behind Jimin’s back and rests on his neck, touching his soft locks. Jimin’s hands that previously held Jeongguk’s face slowly slide down to his neck. Jimin tilts his neck to return Jeongguk’s kiss and also get a better angle. His lips gently move, feeling Jeongguk’s cold piercing against his lips. 

Jeongguk relaxes a bit as he feels Jimin kiss him back. It was unbelievable, but there he was, kissing the love of his life. Jimin feels Jeongguk rest his hand on his waist, pulling him in. Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, caressing his hair. The kiss felt hypnotising, breathless, and mind-wrecking. Both their lips danced in sync. Jeongguk feels a weight shift into his lap. Without opening his eyes, he knew Jimin had sat on his lap. The awareness of the action makes him smirk; his arm wraps around Jimin’s waist, repositioning him into a more comfortable position.

Jimin finally breaks the kiss to catch his breath, and he leans back a little. They gently opened their eyes to stare into nothing other than each other. They sharply inhaled and exhaled, breathing one another in. Jeongguk holds Jimin’s face gently and kisses him again. He could no longer control the urge to taste him, so he softly licks Jimin’s bottom lip, asking for permission. Jimin shivers when he feels Jeongguk’s hot tongue on his lips, but he gladly gives him access. 

Jeongguk pushes his tongue through Jimin’s wet lips. Jimin arches his back when he feels the younger’s tongue caress against his. Jimin’s mind goes a bit hazy as he tastes Jeongguk, moving his lips with more eagerness. Jeongguk grinds against Jimin as he tastes his angel; it was so much better than what they both imagined, fantasised about. Jimin jolts softly as he feels Jeongguk grind. He moved his thighs in but only ended up pressing against the younger harder. 

Jeongguk grabs both sides of Jimin’s hips and stabilises him as they continue to kiss. Jimin’s feet arch on the floor as he feels Jeongguk’s strong grip on his hips. Jeongguk leans forward and presses Jimin’s back against the table, trapping him in the middle. The older pulls Jeongguk’s hair while pressing his hips further down into him, making Jeongguk groan into the kiss. Jimin could feel himself and the guy he’s kissing get hard, press into each other. 

A thought passes Jeongguk’s mind. He slides his hands beneath Jimin’s thighs and lifts him. Jimin yelps as he feels himself suddenly in the air, but soon calms down when he feels himself sitting on the table. Jeongguk stands between Jimin’s thighs, pulling him in. Jimin gets a better look at Jeongguk like this, his already flushed face becomes even redder as he looks at him, gaze set on his face and lips, hunger so shamelessly visible in them. 

Jeongguk places his hand on Jimin’s face, and a shiver runs down his back. Jimin stares into his eyes with his own half-lidded eyes. “I am sorry for everything. I just didn’t have the confidence to talk to you, let alone confess my feelings. I was happy loving you from the sidelines. I thought it was enough, but I burned at the very thought of you being with someone else. I hate the thought. I am sorry if I freaked you out at times. I’m sure I did. I just can’t sit without thinking about you, without knowing what you are doing, how you’re feeling. I was just…so fucking terrified of you knowing…and potentially rejecting me, I…” Jeongguk exhales and rests his head on Jimin’s shoulder, snuggling in his neck softly. Jimin just gently keeps his hand on his neck. 

“I was so fucking scared…of you ending up being disgusted by me or even hating me, I had to do something…something to let you know how much I loved you without letting you know who I was.” Jeongguk took a deep inhale as a few tears dropped from his eye onto Jimin’s thigh. His throat felt tight and painful. He really wanted to say so much more, but sadly was at lost of words. Jimin tenderly smiles and puts his hand beneath his neckline, and pulls the chrome heart pendant out. Jeongguk’s blurred eyes fall onto the gleaming gold under the kitchen lamps. He lifts himself and holds the necklace with his fingers. 

“I love it, thank you. It's one of the prettiest gifts I’ve ever got,” Jimin says, wiping Jeongguk’s tears away. 

Jeongguk smiles. He was sure Jimin would never know, but here he was, thanking him for a gift he had given him after thinking about it for months. 

“We have matching necklaces”, Jimin giggles, sending butterflies straight to Jeongguk’s tummy. 

“I am glad that you like it. You look beautiful wearing it,” Jeongguk says, pulling Jimin closer. 

Jimin leans in and gives him another deep kiss, tasting Jeongguk’s delicious lips. Jimin crosses his legs around Jeongguk’s waist, arms around his neck. Jeongguk rests his hands on Jimin’s hips, standing in between. He moves his hips against Jimin, making him squirm into the kiss. Jeongguk could feel himself growing hard, and so did Jimin.

Jeongguk’s hand went through Jimin’s shirt, feeling his soft skin. Jimin arches his back as he feels a big hand on his back. He rushes his hand in Jeongguk’s shirt, touching his chest and abs, and he blushes into the kiss. Jeongguk shivers the moment he feels Jimin’s hand exploring his body. Jimin touches his sturdy torso, dragging his nail through the skin, and the action makes Jeongguk groan into the kiss.

Jimin bites Jeongguk’s bottom lip, pulling his piercing softly with his lips. Looking into each other’s eyes, Jeongguk tightened his grip on Jimin’s bare hips. He took a moment to scan Jimin’s face, then crashed his lips onto Jimin’s neck, making him gasp. The way Jeongguk’s mouth felt on his neck was dangerous, it was too good, too hypnotising, and it felt like Jimin was losing control over his own body. The cold piercing sends tingles to his tummy. Just as he gave it a few soft licks, he felt the younger bite and suck the skin, sending heat down his dick. Jimin’s eyes rolled as Jeongguk continued marking him, thighs shivering in response. 

Jimin groans as he feels Jeongguk’s teeth biting into his skin, then giving the area soft licks to ease the pain, giving him purplish marks. “I always wanted to kiss this mole of yours”, Jeongguk says softly against Jimin’s neck. Jimin blushes but then remembers something, “Remember I told you we have moles in the same places back in the days?” He asks and lifts Jeongguk’s face to find his mole on his neck. “This one!” he points to the skin where the mole was and leans in to kiss it gently, making Jeongguk go weak in the knees. 

“I remember, after that, I started liking you more seriously…started seeing you in my dreams and stuff”, Jeongguk confesses and exhales, feeling Jimin work on his neck. 

“So it's my fault?” Jimin bites Jeongguk’s neck and gives the skin a strong suck, making the younger man moan. 

“Kinda, yes”, Jeongguk chuckles. Jimin leans back and faces Jeongguk, a little surprised, maybe offended. 

He rests his arms around the younger’s neck, taking in the moment of silence, then confessing, “You know if you had just asked me out, I would’ve said yes, whether it be back in middle school or right now” Jeongguk couldn’t believe what he just heard. 

“What do you mean?” He says. Jimin gets a little annoyed, and he has to let it out as well. 

“You know you’re actually an idiot!… I noticed every single time you looked at me back in middle school, in the cafeteria, in the restroom, in the music room, in the assembly hall…you were so painfully obvious. Looking at me with those wide eyes hidden behind huge bangs. Even now, we are in different departments, still you keep coming to my classes to meet your so-called friends, coming to my practice room whenever I call everyone up, as if I don’t know why you’re actually there!! You like and comment on all my dance covers…even fashion content. You park your stupid bike beside my car every time I go out anywhere. I know if I’m somewhere, you will be there in a 100m radius! I always felt a presence around me, yes, it creeped me out in the start, but after I figured out it was you, I was so happy because…It was you…Jeon Jeongguk!! You!—” Jimin cups Jeongguk’s face up to see it properly. “You are so damn stupid! All you had to do was just ask me! I always found you cute. I would’ve said yes. I had to pull all these stupid tricks to pull you out of that shadow you locked yourself in!” Jimin snapped, raising his voice a little, taking in sharp breaths after conveying his frustrations to the dumbfounded younger.

It was as if the air was pulled out of Jeongguk’s lungs, every word hit him like a truck, the further Jimin went with his words, the more the realisation hit him. Jeongguk was sure Jimin had no idea about his little crush, about every little thing he did to make sure he knew what Jimin was up to. He thought it was all his own, and now, when he’s face-to-face with his biggest fantasy, his own very obsession, he was not sure if it was even real. Jimin’s one sentence, however, brought him back to reality, ‘All you had to do was just ask me’, ‘What? That’s all I had to do?’ Jeongguk thought. He let that thought linger for a few more minutes, staring down at Jimin’s thighs. He felt so embarrassed, so stupid, so damn frustrated with himself. Jeongguk takes some time to calm down, which Jimin gladly gives him. He takes a deep breath as the clarity of it hits him.

Jeongguk takes Jimin’s hand in his, holding it gently. “Can I be your boyfriend?” Jeongguk asks, his voice heavy with desperation and exhaustion. Jimin’s eyes widen at the sudden proposal, his heart bangs against his chest, “Yes” He slowly nods, his blonde strands bouncing a little with the motion. Jimin crept his hand onto Jeongguk’s shirt and pulled him in, looking into his eyes, waiting.

That was what Jeongguk needed before crashing his lips onto Jimin's soft cotton ones. The desperation, want, need, hell, even his crazy obsession could be felt by how he held Jimin and kissed him, his right hand on his neck and left on his jaw holding him at a place. He finally takes a deep, long breath in before tilting his head the other way and starting to move his mouth into the kiss. Nothing could ever be compared to the feeling of Park Jimin’s beautiful, wet lips against his. He softly bit and sucked on Jimin’s bottom lip. Jeongguk moved one of his hands and placed it softly in Jimin’s long blonde hair. His mind went absolutely blank; his feet felt like jelly, Jeon Jeongguk felt like he was in the clouds. 

Jimin closed his eyes the moment he felt Jeongguk’s lips on his own, his back automatically arched, his thighs tightening around the younger’s hips. Jimin’s mind, too, was going blank. Jimin lets go of his face and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, legs pressed around the younger’s hips. He softly guides his hand in Jeongguk’s hair, massaging the dark hair and the undercut with his little nails. 

They broke off the kiss for them to catch their breath, a string of saliva connecting their chins. Both their eyes half-lidded, hot air filling the 2 cm gap, they inhaled each other's exhale, Jeongguk’s hand slowly going down Jimin’s back to hold his waist. Jimin still held him the same way, maybe a little softer than before. Jeongguk leaned in to kiss Jimin’s cheek and then slowly kissed his jaw and earlobe. The older flinched as he felt the younger’s wet kiss on his ears. He softly bites his lip to restrict his voice, his toes curling as he feels Jeongguk bite his earlobe, a soft moan escapes. Jeonguk smiles and digs his nail softly into the skin of Jimin’s waist. 

“Stop...it” Jimin squirms, pressing his thighs harder.

“You like it? Your ears?” Jeongguk licks Jimin’s piercings softly.

“I’m…yeah…” Jimin breathes out, nails digging in Jeongguk’s neck.

“Mmh!” Jimin purrs at the feeling of Jeongguk’s hot tongue on his ear. The sudden sensation made him roll his eyes back in his skull. Jeongguk kisses and nickes softly on Jimin’s ear, slowly going down, he finds a spot right below his ear, he could feel the older’s erratic heartbeat on his lips, it makes him feel alot better, the fact that Jimin felt the same way was still unbelievable for him, but he had no time for all of that, he had to show Jimin how much he loves him.

Jeongguk kisses Jimin’s pulse point, right over his thumping heartbeat, and he gives it a long, comforting suck. Jeongguk took his hand and slid it beneath Jimin’s shirt, touching his soft, hot skin. He bites the point and sucks a little harder, working his mouth until he knows a purplish mark has formed. 

“You’re so pretty, Jimin, prettier than anything I’ve ever seen”, Jeongguk says and kisses Jimin’s lips, this time a lot softer and more intimate. His tongue danced with Jimin’s, tasting and inhaling him in, turning his lips red and swollen from the kiss. The way Jeongguk kissed made Jimin's head feel so light. It was so alluring, so dangerously seductive, like he was being pulled into the most beautiful addiction of his life. 

“You think I’m pretty?” Jimin murmured, softly grinding into Jeongguk. The younger kisses him again, sucking on his lips before saying, “Yes, baby, very pretty.” Jimin bites his lip, a deep blush spreading across his face. “You’re bolder than you look”, Jimin pouts, to which the younger chuckles, the sound vibrating through Jimin’s ears. “I need to show you how much I really mean the things I just said. I’m not good with words, but I am sure about my actions,” Jeongguk whispers against Jimin’s ear. His sudden declaration makes Jimin shudder with anticipation.

“Where’s your room?” Jeongguk asks, looking at Jimin with half-lidded eyes; the sight and the question make Jimin curl his toes. “To the right”, he points. Jeongguk picks him up and carries him to his room, fuck, he couldn’t believe his little tricks would work so well. The way Jeongguk just picks him up, kisses the living soul out of him, and now is carrying him to his own room in his own apartment like he owns the damn place, makes Jimin rub his thighs together.

Jeongguk opens the door and walks to the bed. The room was dimly lit by a few warm lamps, giving it a more comforting vibe. He places him on his bed and climbs on top of him. Jeongguk grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it above his head, throwing the cloth somewhere on the floor. The sight made Jimin press his thighs together even further. ‘Fuck…he’s so built’ Jimin bit his lips as he stared at Jeongguk’s perfectly sculpted torso, arm filled with tattoos that came all the way to his chest, his V-line visible from his low-hung shorts, the shadows of his body more enhanced in the low lamp light. The sight alone was enough to make Jimin come undone.

Jeongguk grins as he notices Jimin exploring him with his sultry eyes, so pretty yet so naughty. “Like what you see?” Jeongguk teases, lifting Jimin’s t-shirt to reveal his perfect pale skin and tattoos, “Yes…don’t you dare show it off to anyone else!” Jimin says with a hint of passive aggression in his tone, but the pout makes it cuter.

“Never…not anymore, baby” Jeongguk leans down and kisses Jimin on the forehead. The nickname sent heat straight to Jimin’s cheeks and stomach. He has been called that several times by different people, but nothing felt as good as hearing Jeongguk say it. His hands go beneath Jimin’s shirt to touch his hard nipples and flushed pink skin. Jeongguk leans in to put his face in Jimin’s chest, giving him soft kisses and dragging his tongue across his skin. The butterflies form in his stomach, soft grasps and breaths leaving his lips as Jeongguk bit into his very sensitive nipples. 

“Mmph!” Jimin moans as Jeongguk sucks it, pinching and twisting the other one with his fingers. 

“Like that?” Jeongguk asks softly before switching sides and pinching the already swollen one, making Jimin arch his back. 

Jeongguk works his mouth into it for a few more minutes, then pulls away to look at Jimin's face. The sight made Jeongguk’s hard dick hurt so bad in his shorts: Lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes teary, blonde hair dishevelled, falling on his face, and shirt revealing recently abused nipples and skin. ‘…fuck…holy fuck!’ Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair as he thought. 

Jimin’s eyes roam around Jeongguk again, but this time his eyes fixed on his very hard, painful boner. Jimin gets up and pushes Jeongguk onto his back, “Enough, your turn’s over…now stay there”, Jimin says and gets on top of him, straddling him. Jeongguk balances himself on his forearms, a little surprised by Jimin’s sudden need to take control, not complaining even a bit. 

Jimin crashes his lips onto Jeongguk’s neck, not holding back at all. He digs his teeth right into his skin and gives it a long and hard suck. His lips hold onto the skin for a few seconds before pulling away and licking the beautiful mark painted on the younger’s skin. Jeongguk unties Jimin’s hair in the meantime, making his long blonde locks fall on his shoulders. Jimin looks up to the younger, confused by his action, “Can you please keep them open? I love your hair”, Jeongguk breathes out. The request sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine, making him smirk. He leaned in to kiss him further, and his ass rubbed against Jeongguk’s clothed, hard dick. Jimin’s hips jerked as he felt it. Jeongguk rolls his hips to get off on some friction. 

Jimin got off him and sat between his thighs. He pulls his shorts with Jeongguk’s Calvins down, his length springs as he releases it. Jeongguk curses as he feels the relief, precum already leaking down his veiny length. Jimin gulps at the mere size of it, his mouth waters. He pools the centre of his mouth with spit as he palms his base, lightly putting some pressure on it before dragging it down a little. 

Jimin leans in and spits on Jeongguk’s tip, coating it with spit and precum. His hand twists on the tip in a rotating motion before pulling his foreskin down further. He drags his hand up and down a few times, then finally plants a painfully soft kiss on Joengguk’s tip. He pats the younger’s dick on his plump, thick lips a few times, then opens his mouth just a little to give him a soft suck. Jimin holds his hair with one hand behind his neck, his locks coming in the way.

“Fuck! Jimin…” Jeongguk throws his head back as he feels Jimin’s delirious mouth working its way on his dick. He was holding himself back so hard from pulling Jimin’s hair and shoving his dick right in his mouth, down his little throat. 

Jimin, too, was getting impatient, so he hurries up and sticks his tongue out. Jeongguk's breath hitched as he felt that long, hot tongue wrap itself around his tip. He groans as he finally feels Jimin take him in his mouth. A hot, wet sensation makes him throw out several curses. He rolls his hips up, making Jimin choke, who was still getting used to Jeongguk’s size. The tight hold of Jimin’s throat when he choked made Jeongguk grab the sheets and grunt. God, he was so gone. 

Tears form in Jimin’s waterline as he takes more and more of Jeongguk’s length in. It was the biggest he had ever taken, he was nervous and excited all at once. He rolls his tongue over the shaft and pumps the remaining length with his hand. The grind of Jeongguk’s hips makes Jimin gag, tears fall down his face, his brows scrunched up together as his eyes roll back. He breathes through his nose before calming down. Jeongguk’s moan felt like praise, a confirmation that his actions made him feel good.

Spit fell out of his mouth, covering the length of his hand with it as he sucked him off, making Jeongguk shiver. His brows scrunched together, lips parting as he looked down to see Jimin also looking up at him. Jimin’s siren-like, tear-filled gaze sent chills down Jeongguk’s spine. The view, something he had imagined a thousand times, in the comfort of his bedroom, would be this good in reality, was something he never thought was possible. 

Jimin locks eyes with Jeongguk as he takes him in and out of his mouth, sucking his dick and groaning as it hits the back of his throat. Jeongguk tasted good; he had that musky scent that turned Jimin on. Jimin pumps the lengths his mouth can’t reach, his jaw aches as he works it to give Jeongguk strong, wet suctions. Jeongguk closes his eyes, his knuckles turning white as he holds onto the bedsheet.

Jeongguk could no longer control himself. He grabs Jimin's soft, blonde locks with his tattooed hand, pushes his head further into his dick, making Jimin lose his goddamn mind. Jeongguk threw his head back again and let out a guttural groan as he felt Jimin choke again.

“Fuck… just like that…Jimin!” he says through his grunts. Jimin bobs his head harder into his dick, nose hitting the younger’s abdomen, spit leaking all over the sheets and Jeongguk’s balls. After a few more bobs, Jeongguk comes in Jimin’s mouth and on his face with a loud moan, covering it with his thick release. Jeongguk’s head hangs from the bedside as he rides his orgasm. Jimin, on the other end, swallows Jeongguk’s load, wiping his face with his thumb and licking the remnants up.

Jeongguk raises his head and grabs some tissues from the bedside to give them to Jimin, but when the blonde’s actions finally catch his eyes, a deep red blush spreads across his face, ears and chest. “You…did not just-” His eyes widen, but what came out of Jimin’s mouth next made him go crazy.

“Yum…thick and nasty just like I like it…did you find out about this too?” Jimin smirks, straddling him again. 

“God…you’re crazier than I thought, what the fuck?” Jeongguk chuckles and grabs Jimin’s waist and pushes him down on the bed, hovering him. 

“Every time I learned about your love or sex life, I felt like dying a little, you know?” Jeongguk pouts a little and places a soft kiss on Jimin’s salty lips, tasting himself off him. He digs his index fingers beneath Jimin’s waistband and pulls his Calvin's down too, throwing them somewhere in the room. He leans back and gently runs his hands between Jimin’s thighs, kissing his flushed knees before slowly spreading them apart wide enough for him to place himself in between. 

“Only a little?” Jimin giggles playfully, his pretty dick and tight ass on display for Jeongguk. He slid his hand down his thigh and placed his fingers near his hole, spreading it apart slightly.

“Like what you see, baby?” Jimin returns Jeongguk’s question lusciously, that naughty grin never leaving his flushed, pretty, ethereal face. Jeongguk groans at the sight.

“You’re so unfair”, Jeongguk inhales and leans in to rest his head on Jimin’s chest, closing his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself. “Best fucking sight I’ve ever seen in my whole life” Jeongguk holds Jimin’s jaw and collides his lips onto Jimin once more. He knows it’s going to be his favourite thing to do from now on. He gets up and pulls the lube out of the bedside drawer. He takes out a generous amount and slathers it all over his fingers. “Hold your pretty legs apart for me, baby”, Jeongguk says with an obvious hint of dominance in his voice, giving Jimin several tingles of butterflies again. 

Jimin bites his bottom lip in anticipation and spreads his legs further, holding them apart, so exposed. Jeongguk locks his eyes with Jimin, his lube-covered middle finger touches Jimin’s entrance, sending shivers down the blonde's spine. Jeongguk slowly pushes his finger inside, further until Jimin’s ass swallows the entire length in. His gaze was sharp, observing every expression on Jimin's face. Jeongguk then slowly pulls his finger out and twists it back in, slightly upwards.

Jimin’s back arches, Jeongguk’s gaze already making his belly tingle, his finger twisting in his hole only made it worse. He moves his finger faster, his face forms a smirk when he notices Jimin’s breath getting shallow and quick. He lowers his finger a little and thrusts it in, rubbing against a spot which makes Jimin moan. Jimin’s eyes close for a moment, and he drops one of his legs and grabs Jeongguk's wrist. 

“Right there!...feels good”, Jimin gasps as his breath hitches. Jeongguk leans down to kiss him again. Holding his face with his left hand, while his right hand works on hitting Jimin’s sweet spot. Sucking Jimin’s lips, making them bruised, the blonde has no choice but to moan into Jeongguk’s mouth. The beautiful sounds made Jeongguk’s head spin. He adds another digit, twisting it in, pushing it deep and stopping for a moment, observing Jimin’s face for any discomfort. Jimin whines at the stretch, throwing his head back a little, making sure not to make eye contact with the younger at the moment because he would definitely moan more shamelessly than he already is. ‘His fingers feel so much better than I had imagined, fuck!’ Jimin thinks and cries out Jeongguk’s name.

Jeongguk leans in and kisses Jimin’s milky neck, his actions definitely not soft as he leaves hickeys down to his chest. “Jeongguk-ah!” Jimin cries as his hips spasm. Jeongguk places his lips on Jimin’s nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, gaze still fixed on Jimin. He places a firm bite on it while twisting and abusing Jimin’s sweet spot with his fingers. 

“Fuck! Jeonggukie…too-...too much”, Jimin whines, new tears falling from his eyes. A thought passes the younger’s mind, and he acts upon it, a smug smirk plastered on his face, as his kisses go lower and lower, swirling his tongue around the skin of Jimin’s waist, and his kisses go lower, dragging his teeth across Jimin’s abdomen. Jimin’s head shoots up as he feels Jeongguk kiss the places he wasn’t expecting. 

“What are you?!-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. Jimin groans as he feels Jeongguk swirl his tongue around his tip. He looks up to him as he runs his tongue down his dick. Their eyes finally met, and it felt like the world had stopped. Jeongguk wraps Jimin’s dick with his warm mouth, giving him a strong suck, while his fingers slam in and out of Jimin’s hole. Jimin pushes his head down on the pillow, grabbing it with one hand and a fistful of Jeongguk’s hair with the other. Face twisting in pleasure as he feels Jeongguk bob his head on his dick.

“Please... It’s too much! You crazy…fuck!!” Jimin quivers, and his mouth falls open, panting in sharp breaths, his toes curl in pleasure. He pushes Jeongguk’s head in while moving his hips as Jeongguk guides him. It was all too much, too much pleasure all at once, it was scary, he was so scared, so scared that he’d get addicted. Jeongguk inserts the third finger as he bobs his head on Jimin’s dick. He immediately feels Jimin tense up inside, tightening around his digits. Jimin’s dick was leaking precum, oh he was so ready.

“Jeongguk-ah! please…” Jimin’s back arched to a point that it hurt, body covered in sweat, eyes rolled back, hidden by eyelids.

“Please, what?” Jeongguk smirks and sucks his tip once again. 

Jimin squirms as he speaks, “fuck...just…put it in already!” 

“Put what in?” Jeongguk giggles, giving Jimin’s dick light pumps with his other hand. 

“Fuck you! You don’t have the right to make me beg for it!” Jimin snaps as he grabs Jeongguk’s hair and pulls him off his cock. The younger’s mouth makes a pop sound as he gets pulled off. Jeongguk smirks and places his thumb on Jimin’s tip, making Jimin tremble. 

“If I fuck you good, will you forgive me?” Jeongguk asks with a smile, holding sincerity in his tone. 

Jimin goes quiet for a moment, thinking it through as if his answer wasn’t already ‘yes’,

“Maybe…it depends”, Jimin pouts, letting go of his hair. 

Jeongguk smirks and reaches for Jimin’s bedside again, he searches for condoms but couldn’t find any. Jimin starts giggling, and a wave of endearment hits him towards Jeongguk. The younger looks down on Jimin, confused.

“About condoms…we can do it without them”, Jimin says and tucks some hair behind his ear as if he didn’t shake just Jeongguk’s world. The younger looks at him, dumbfounded. Did he just hear Jimin say ‘without them’, but he quickly regains his composure, and can’t lose any more aura than he already has in front of his Jimin.

“I can?! Say less.” Jeongguk climbs on top of Jimin, the position giving the older a pretty good look at Jeongguk’s sleeve tattoos. He slid his hand behind Jimin’s back, picking him up a little. He places a pillow beneath Jimin’s waist for a better angle. The quietness fills the room again, and tension builds up. Jeongguk applies a good amount of lube on his dick. Jimin waits impatiently, eyes fixed on how Jeongguk was palming his dick with lube, prepping himself to fuck him, ‘god…he’s big, when was the last time I took something this big in…wait, have I ever?-’ Jimin’s thoughts were interrupted as Jeongguk positioned himself at his entrance.  

Jeongguk lowers himself and kisses Jimin’s lips softly, breathing him in. Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, little fingers entangling in his dark hair. He steadily pushes his length in, breaking the kiss as he feels Jimin’s tight heat swallow his tip. The wave of pleasure hits him, and he mutters several curses under his breath. 

Jimin moans at the new sensation, the stretch was so much more than just three fingers. His rim already having a hard time adjusting to Jeongguk’s length, “even after I took all that time to prep you”, Jeongguk lets out a deep and low chuckle, a sound which pooled Jimin’s stomach with butterflies. 

Jeongguk pushes a few more inches in, the tightness wraps around his length. He places both his hands around Jimin’s tiny waist for a good grip. Jimin moans louder. The more Jeongguk stretches him, the more his mind goes numb, and his fingernails dig into the skin of Jeongguk’s neck. Jimin’s mouth fell open, his throat letting out high-pitched whines. Jimin raises his neck to figure out how much of it was still left. His eyes widened as he realised Jeongguk was only halfway in. 

Jeongguk pulls out a little and firmly pushes in again, “Relax…you can take it, baby” Jeongguk leans in and kisses Jimin again, this time on his forehead, then on his eyes, one at a time, then on his nose, on his cheek, on his jaw, finally on his lips, picking up some pace in the meantime. Jimin relaxed as he felt Jeongguk’s soft kisses. He slowly released some tension and kissed him back, sucking on Jeongguk’s tongue. His eyes rolled back as he felt Jeongguk thrust in deeper. It was slow, but so damn deep. Jeongguk couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to make Jimin his, forever.

“Can I go deeper?” Jeongguk asks, voice full of sincerity and concern. Jimin tries to refocus his eyes on Jeongguk, his vision so blurry from tears that he could barely see what face Jeongguk had. Jimin nods. No matter how hard it was, he wanted Jeongguk as much as Jeongguk wanted him. He kisses Jimin’s eyes, kissing his tears away. Jeongguk tightens his grip on Jimin’s waist. He presses his forehead against Jimin’s before slamming back into Jimin’s wet ass. His gaze fixed on Jimin’s face, memorising each expression, he still couldn’t believe everything he had always fantasised about was actually happening, right in front of him. 

He picks up some pace, slamming into Jimin, slow and deep. The sheer weight of Jeongguk’s body made Jimin jolt with each thrust, the grip of his strong hands on his waist made Jimin shiver. Every thrust of Jeongguk’s hips melted Jimin further, hitting it right where he loves it the most. Jimin’s bed creaked with all the movement, his fingers only dug deeper into Jeongguk’s back. Jeongguk grabs Jimin’s neck, putting little pressure on it before kissing him. The action blocks Jimin’s free access to air. He trembles under Jeongguk, hole twitching as he feels himself getting choked. He lightly taps on Jeongguk’s back, hoping Jeongguk takes the sign.

Jeongguk lets go of Jimin’s lips and chuckles softly, “Too much?” he asks as he slides his hand down his stomach. Jimin nods and hits Jeongguk’s arm lightly. Jeongguk leans all the way back and angles himself to hit right where he felt Jimin’s prostate earlier. He thrusts his hips sharply, sending a million sensations to the blonde.

“Ahhnn!” Jimin cries out as he feels Jeongguk pound against the spot he loves the most. His melodic voice echoes in the room, filling both their ears. Jimin’s face contorts as Jeongguk quickens his pace, hitting his sweet spot with each rough slap of his thrust. He was close, a little too close. He throws his head back into the sheets, gripping it with one hand until his knuckles turn white.

“Gonna cum…Jeonggukie~ don’t stop!” Jimin cries out loud as he moves himself on Jeongguk’s dick, hips swaying with each thrust. Jeongguk’s eyes fixed on Jimin’s body, the sight was enough to make Jeongguk fill him up with his load; Eyes disassociated, a pink hue spread across his cheeks, lips bruised from all the kissing and biting, neck and chest covered in dark red and purple hickeys, a hard, leaking dick bouncing with each movement, rim red with the constant stretch, dripping with his cum. 

“Fuck!! Jimin…gonna cum inside” Jeongguk slams a few times before filling Jimin up with his load. He throws his head back as he rides his orgasm. Jeongguk’s nails dig into the soft skin of Jimin’s waist. Jimin‘s back shudders as he comes, letting out a whiny scream, his cum lies across his belly and chest, the hard bounce makes some land on Jeongguk’s face. He inhales deeply, groaning as he gets down from his own high. 

After a moment of relaxation, Jeongguk flips Jimin onto his stomach, lifting his ass. Jimin lifts himself on his hands, his necklace swinging, his ass exposed all for Jeongguk. The position makes him tremble; he bites back a moan as he feels Jeongguk’s cum leak out of his ass. The sight in front of Jeongguk makes him bite his lip, “fuck”, he groans. He spreads Jimin’s cheek aside and lets his cum fall off. The sight makes his dick throb. He positions himself again. Jeongguk shoves his dick in all at once, the action sends jolts of electricity through Jimin, and he moans out as he feels the younger fill him up all the way in. 

Jeongguk traces Jimin’s tattoos with his fingers, running his thumb over each moon. “You’re so beautiful, Jimin, everywhere…fuck, I love every single inch of you,” Jeongguk says and kisses Jimin’s nape, caressing the inked skin with his tongue. Jimin whimpers and shivers as he feels Jeongguk kiss his nape, not knowing how severely sensitive Jimin was there, his ass throbbed from the younger's dick. Jeongguk slides his tongue over every single moon, lightly nipping into the skin, leaving small marks all over. Jimin struggled to hold himself up; his arms trembled as Jeongguk continued to mark him up.

Jimin rolls his hips into Jeongguk’s dick, making the younger grunt. “Impatient baby?” Jeongguk says, leaning back and grabbing Jimin’s hips. He pulls all the way out, leaving the tip in, and pounds his length inside, making Jimin cry out in pleasure. Jeongguk shudders as he hits against Jimin’s walls. He tightens his grip and picks up a rhythm, slamming so deep inside. ‘God!! It's hitting deeper like this fuck! I can’t take this; it feels so fucking good,’ Jimin thinks as he whines out simultaneously, his hair bouncing with each thrust. He arches his back further as he feels Jeongguk hit his favourite spot.

Jimin’s head hangs low as he continues to hold himself up lazily, struggling. Jeongguk notices and pulls Jimin’s wrists, locking them behind his back with his hand. This action makes Jimin’s face press against the pillow, tears soaking the cotton cover. Every thrust makes Jimin roll his eyes back into his skull, moans leaving his lips every second. Jeongguk pounds straight to Jimin’s prostate, every single time. He could feel Jimin starting to get tighter around his dick, his moans turning breathier, signalling he was close. 

Jeongguk leans in and uses his free hand to hold Jimin’s face up, looking down on his expression, a mess. Jimin looks up at him; his intense gaze makes Jimin almost come. They lock eyes for a moment, then Jeongguk leans down and claims Jimin’s mouth with his own, giving him open-mouth, wet kisses. Jimin kisses him back, regaining his composure before Jeongguk breaks it all away with a rough bang of his hips. Jimin spasms and cries into Jeongguk’s mouth, making the younger smirk sinfully. 

“You’re mine, Jimin. Every day from this moment onwards, you only belong to me,” Jeongguk declares, thrusting deep through Jimin’s walls. Jimin whimpers at his words. 

Jeongguk continues to hit in that position for a while, holding eye contact with his angel, or trying to, as Jimin couldn’t stop rolling back his eyes, “and every bit of my soul belongs to you, Jimin, only you”, Jeongguk growled as he thrust back into his ass. Jimin shivers at his words, but his heart feels warm. Jeongguk’s declaration makes Jimin squirm. He ends up lying flat on the bed on his stomach as his thighs finally give out. Jeongguk smirks and lets go of Jimin’s face, instead wrapping his entire arm around his neck, choking him a little. He lets go of his wrists and lifts his ass by holding him by his stomach.

Jimin whines and holds onto Jeongguk’s inked arm. He groans as he feels him resume his merciless thrusts. Jimin closes his eyes; his mouth falls open, not able to control his voice. “You close, baby?” Jeongguk asks, to which Jimin replies with a whimper. The younger leans in and kisses his ear, nibbling on it. 

Jeongguk slides his hand down to Jimin’s lower belly and presses the muscle firmly. He chuckles as he slightly feels himself through Jimin’s skin. “Fuck!! Jeongguk, don’t press my stomach like that!” Jimin screams and moans out, his hips jolting as Jeongguk hits that spot again, more intensely than ever. Mind-breaking sensations of ecstasy hit Jimin all at once. He digs his nails into Jeongguk’s arm, drawing blood. “I can’t! Jeongguk-ah!” Jimin yells and orgasms all over his bed. Jeongguk, too, grunts and gives him a few last sloppy thrusts before filling Jimin up once again. 

They breathe in the scent of their sex in the air, coming down from the heights of pleasure. Jeongguk falls on Jimin’s bed beside him. Jimin is still processing the high, inhaling and exhaling, trying to calm down. They turn towards each other and lock eyes, blushing. A few seconds later, they both break out in a laugh and giggling. 

“You fuck like a beast, you know. Were you trying to kill me or something?” Jimin teases Jeongguk, who smirks in return. 

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” Jeongguk sounds amused, raising a brow.

“I hope you can go longer because I can last all night,” Jimin whispers, smirking.

“Is that a challenge?” Jeongguk gets up and balances himself on his elbow, looking down on Jimin, face full of smugness.

“Yeah.” Jimin giggles and gets up too, but he pushes Jeongguk back onto the bed, straddling him. He rubs Jeongguk’s dick against his ass cheeks, sliding it up and down against the skin, teasing the younger. Jeongguk runs his hands up Jimin’s thighs, breathes in, taking in the scene. ‘Fuck…there’s no way…’ Jeongguk thinks, eyeing Jimin down, hunger and desire visible in that killer gaze of his. Jeongguk’s eyes land on the necklace, shining so gracefully, while Jimin looks so frantic, with his hair dishevelled, stuck to his forehead and neck, face and neck pink from the heat, covered in hickeys and bite marks, freshly fucked.

Jimin leans in and kisses Jeongguk, biting his piercing seductively, pulling his lips away, leaving them swollen. Jimin grabs some lube and spreads it evenly on his hand. He strokes Jeongguk’s dick, up and down, before positioning it right in front of his cum leaking entrance. Jimin finally inserts his dick, throwing his head back as he feels himself getting filled again. Jeongguk's dick hits all the spots just as he lowers his hips onto it. 

Jimin completely sits on his dick, leaning back, spreading his legs further. ‘Fuck! I knew sitting on his dick would feel amazing, Jimin thinks and groans as he feels himself getting hit so deep from the way he sat on Jeongguk’s dick.

“Oh Jimin!” Jeongguk grunts raggedly; he fights the urge to grab onto Jimin’s hips and pound it right up. His hands grip Jimin’s thighs, who takes a moment to adjust to the new position, but then raises his hips and pushes himself straight down on his dick, sending jolts of heat all over his body. Jeongguk scrunches his brows up in pleasure, panting as he feels Jimin’s hot, wet walls all around his dick. 

Jimin grinds his hips on Jeongguk and then moves them up and down, slow at first, rolling his head back once the bliss starts hitting him. His long, sweat-drenched hair swaying with him, falling on his face. Jimin starts bouncing on his length, rolling his hips in circular motion, his voice starts flowing out, whimpering and moaning as he works his thighs and hips on Jeongguk’s dick. 

Jimin continues in that position for a minute, and he starts wincing in pain as the soreness of his hips and thighs starts hitting him. He leans forward and rests his hands on Jeongguk’s hard abs. Jimin starts slapping his ass down, Jeongguk, moaning and whining again. The younger throws his head back as the waves of fire start growing in the pit of his stomach again, the sight of his Jimin riding his dick, rolling his hips and bouncing up and down, moaning and trembling. Face agape, eyes closed, just feeling himself on his dick, the golden chrome heart he gave him swaying and glinting under the lamps, Jeongguk swore he was witnessing being blessed by a god in real time. 

Jimin feels Jeongguk curl his hips in Jimin. ‘god, it hits so deep like this! He feels so fucking good, Jimin thinks, as he cries and grunts. Jeongguk’s hands creep onto Jimin’s waist. ‘fuck, I need him!’ Jeongguk thinks and roughly thrusts into Jimin, sending tremors down his back. Jeongguk holds Jimin’s hips and starts pounding on him from beneath, making Jimin cry out even more, hitting his sweet spots, even deeper. 

“Oh fuck, Jimin! Fuck, you feel so good, baby, so fucking good,” Jeongguk praises, causing Jimin to melt and whine. Jimin was not even riding him at this point; he was just getting pounded up, getting fucked in the best ways possible. His brain starts shutting off, his moans turning into incoherent words, tears falling off his face, fingernails digging in Jeongguk’s skin, toes curling as his sweet spot keeps getting abused by every slam of Jeongguk’s hips. 

A few more rough slams of fucking, and Jimin cries Jeongguk’s name out as he leaks ropes of cum all over Jeongguk’s chest and face; euphoria shatters through him, twitching inside and trembling outside. But Jeongguk doesn’t stop; instead, he resumes his past pace, chasing his own high. He mutters several curses, and he thrusts in, his grip on Jimin’s waist so strong that he knew he was getting bruises. 

“Jeongguk-ah!” Jimin cries out; he was already so sensitive everywhere. Jeongguk burned his skin with every touch. With a few last, deep, hard thrusts, Jeongguk finally cums with a loud growl, shuddering inside Jimin, not even letting a single drop fall out. Jimin collapses on Jeongguk’s chest, breathing in the younger’s scent. Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin, embracing him, kissing his head. For a few moments, they felt as if time had slowed down, only focusing on inhaling. 

Jimin slides his hands to Jeongguk’s neck, wrapping them around him. Jeongguk cups Jimin’s face and kisses him, wiping his tears away simultaneously. Jeongguk pulls away and looks into Jimin’s eyes, the one he admired and fell in love with from a distance, who was so close to him; his heart skipped a beat in his chest. 

“I love you, Jimin. I still can’t believe all of this is real, that we are…” Jeongguk confesses and takes a pause, hesitantly. 

“Together? Well, that depends on how well you plan our first date,” Jimin teases.

“I- I have a lot of ideas! I’ll make sure you have the best time of your life!! Leave it on me,” Jeongguk chuckles. Jimin softly kisses his cheek. “I like you too, Jeonggukie. I want to know everything about you”, Jimin pokes Jeongguk’s cheek, comfortably lying on his chest. Jimin’s words make Jeongguk smile; his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. 

“Let’s take a selfie, for memories”, Jeongguk says and picks his phone up from the nightstand. Jimin pouts and throws a peace sign. Jeongguk unlocks his phone and winks as he takes a selfie. He accidentally taps on the recent images. Jimin snatches the phone from his hand when he sees something familiar. Jeongguk stops breathing, and his face turns pale. He tries snatching the phone back from Jimin but fails.

“You…You have an entire folder for me…when did you even take these?!” Jimin says, keeping a hand over his mouth. The folder named ‘My angel’ on Jeongguk’s phone had hundreds of photos and videos of Jimin, including the ones he posted and the ones Jeongguk secretly took. The younger hides his face in his hands; he felt like digging a hole and residing inside it forever. 

“You pervert”, Jimin forces Jeongguk to face him. The younger’s face was so red, he could burst any moment, but he stayed silent. 

“So I am your angel?” Jimin says, smirking sinfully, holding Jeongguk’s face in one place. The younger just nodded; it was too embarrassing.

“I am so disappointed right now, you didn’t call me that even once during sex”, Jimin pouts sarcastically. For a moment, Jeongguk's chest aches at the word ‘disappointed’, but when he hears the full thing, he breathes in, rolling his eyes in amusement.

“We still have the whole night left, my angel” Jeongguk smirks seductively, giving a soft kiss on Jimin’s hand. The way the nickname rolls out of his mouth makes Jimin lick his lips and arch his back.

“In the shower next?” Jimin bites his lip, pointing at his washroom.

“After you, baby”, Jeongguk says and follows Jimin into the shower with the biggest smile and the brightest blush across his face.