“you said one kiss!” “I didn’t say where.” (Patreon)

It was stupid to take this bet in the first place, Jimin knows.

He thought he had the upper hand, he’s always been better in academics after all. Jeongguk usually skips class, off doing his own thing, riding his bike, going to the beach with his friends. Anything but school.

They’ve known each other for quite a while, and Jeongguk always flirts with him, always tries to get into his pants. Jimin usually rolls his eyes and ignores it. After all, Jeongguk doesn’t really mean it anyway, it’s just because he likes to get what he wants, it’s just a game.

Jimin doesn’t really like games. He’d like a boyfriend who’s just as in love with him as he is in love with them. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy attention every once in a while, but Jeongguk always says the most out of pocket thing, while still somehow being predictable.

So, ever from the first day of university, he’s swore to himself he would never give Jeon Jeongguk the time of day, no matter how dire the situation.

Sadly, he was drunk when he accepted a dumb bet. He had stumbled upon a balcony at a house party, drunk out of his mind, needing some fresh air. Jeongguk had laughed at him as he puked down two stories, and held his hair, gave him a glass of water afterwards.

Honestly, why would Jeongguk even want to hit on him in that state at all?

Jimin doesn’t remember the entire conversation, but he remembers Jeongguk asking what it takes for him to finally kiss him. And he remembers answering sarcastically, saying Jeongguk would have to try getting an A+ before even thinking about it.

“So, if I score higher than you on the next test, I get one kiss?”

Jeongguk had asked then, a playful glint in his eyes. And Jimin, well, he had just rolled his eyes and agreed, without ever thinking it would come back to bite him.

Jeongguk waves his paper in his face with a grin, and Jimin folds his arms, blood rushing up to his neck as he leans against the lockers.

“Wipe that grin off your face.”

“No can do, love.”

Jeongguk says, folding his paper and handing it to him, as a reminder of the stupid mistake that he made.

Jimin looks at it, biting on the inside of his cheek, heartbeat steadily rising. He puts it in his pocket, and then looks up at Jeongguk, who’s just basking in victory.

Insufferable.

“Fine, let’s get this over with then.”

He says, closing his eyes, hoping it will just be a quick peck.

But Jeongguk doesn’t close the distance, instead his hands tease along the waistband of his pants, and open the button and zipper of his jeans.

Jimin’s eyes fly open.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

Jeongguk asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Jimin blinks, because it looks like Jeongguk is gonna give him a blowjob.

“You- you said one kiss.”

He says, frozen in place.

“I didn’t say where.”

Jeongguk winks, lowering to his knees.