Deleted scenes Open Door Policy (4K) (Patreon)

hey hey, these are the deleted scenes of Open Door Policy. I thought it would be interesting to share my thought process on this!

Deleted Scene: Open Door Policy but with Jeongguk as the voyeur and Jimin as the exhibitionist

Why I deleted it: I felt like Jimin being the exhibitionist was an obvious choice for me, and I wanted to explore the other way around.

You can read that this is /almost/ the same kitchen/living room scene as in Open Door Policy, just with roles reversed!

———————

Technically, none of this is Jeongguk’s fault.

He’s been nothing but careful, respectful even, down to a t. Taehyung asked him to stay away from his brother as far as possible and Jeongguk is a good best friend who always listens.

It’s not like Jimin is home much anyway. They might live together but Jimin is older, has a job, other friends, maybe even a lover, Jeongguk isn’t sure.

Jeongguk is not supposed to always be here, he knows that. But Taehyung’s bed sleeps better than his own, and he’s lonely most of the time. It’s odd honestly, he chose a single apartment on campus because he thought he needed space, but he’s sleeping at Taehyung and Jimin’s place almost all the time.

So, it was bound to go wrong at some point.

He’s always thought of Jimin as handsome, as long as he’s known Taehyung he’s always had a little thing for Jimin, couldn’t help it. It’s been 5 years and some months and Jimin has only become prettier over time.

He’s fit, with his pretty blonde hair, full lips, siren eyes, slim figure, amazing ass. Even better is that Jeongguk has outgrown him, by an inch or so, and Jimin doesn’t seem to like that. Jeongguk revels in it, the idea that he could potentially manhandle Jimin always gets to him.

Of course they talk every now and then, pleasantries mostly, as long as Taehyung doesn’t shoot disapproving glances his way or physically drags him away.

It’s not that Taehyung likes him in any romantic way, but he’s always been the jealous brother, he hates sharing things with Jimin, and he’s made it clear to Jeongguk that he can absolutely not befriend or date Jimin, because that would go against their friend code.

So yeah, Jeongguk has kept his looks the bare minimum, kept his adoration a secret, kept their interactions as short as possible over the past 5 years. He’s given Taehyung all the signs he can trust him, and he’s given Jimin all the signs that he isn’t interested.

It was all going so well until this very moment.

He wakes up in the middle of the night in Taehyung’s bed, drool on his cheek, uncomfortable dry throat. He stands up, woozy from the alcohol, head spinning. He needs water.

He opens Taehyung’s door silently, tiptoeing to the kitchen. Taehyung has always been a light sleeper, if Jeongguk so much as breathes too loud it’s a problem.

He slowly makes his way over to the kitchen, scanning the counter in the dark for a glass.

It’s then that he hears it. A familiar sound, rhythmic, wet, accompanied by soft, sweet moans coming from the living room.

See, technically that’s just not Jeongguk’s fault, he’s just being a good friend when he pops his head around the corner to see who’s making that noise.

And it’s all Jimin’s fault, who’s lying on the couch, one hand holding his phone, the other dipped into his underwear, moving up and down.

Who even does that? Who in their right mind would get off in the middle of the living room, when they have a perfectly normal bedroom that has a door and a lock by the way, right around the corner.

There is absolutely no need for Jimin to be lying there with his pants around his knees, hand in his black Calvin Klein’s jerking his cock that isn’t visible enough even though Jeongguk is craning his neck to get a slight glimpse.

There is no need for Jimin to be watching some lewd porn that involves two cocks frotting in a fleshlight as far as Jeongguk can see from this distance; god damn it why isn’t Jimin’s screen bigger?

And there is no need for Jimin to be panting, moaning, whining and blushing during it all.

It’s ridiculous, Jeongguk should scold him for it, because what if Taehyung were to have found him like this? Does Jimin know no shame at all? Does he not care who walks in on him?

Does he not care that Jeongguk is playing with himself through his pyjama pants, half hard, unable to look away?

He has to hold onto the wall, head still spinning, not just from the alcohol.

He’s always had his hunches that Jimin liked men, though he’s never been able catch him in the act. Now the proof is right in front of him, in the form of a cheap gay porn video that Jimin is getting off to way too loudly.

His hand slips off the wall, and he stumbles, causing Jimin to gasp and lock his phone, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes.

Shit.

“Jeongguk?”

Shit shit shit.

Jeongguk stands there, frozen, well, frozen? he’s not really all too stable to stand still, but he can’t figure out what to do in this situation.

“I- I uh- sorry. I- I was just-“

Jeongguk points his thumb at the kitchen, hoping that clears things up.

———————

So, I deleted that, and started to write Open Door Policy as it is now, with Jeongguk being the exhibitionist, and Jimin the voyeur.

After the whole shower watching incident, where Jeongguk was like “you really like watching hm?” I wrote this

Deleted scene: Jimin trying to see if Jeongguk would watch him shower as well (and then getting off)

Why I deleted this: I felt like there was not enough playfulness in the scene, also it started out with Jeongguk being the exhibitionist, so it didn’t make sense for Jimin to do suddenly be the exhibitionist, there was no consistency.

———————

So, maybe this is slightly unhinged, but Jeongguk did the same thing last time, so he gathers it’s fine. He walks into the bathroom, knows Jeongguk is there to brush his teeth. They make eye contact, which sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

“Mind if I shower?”

He asks, not even waiting for a response as he takes off his shirt, then goes to undo his pants. He wants to come across as aloof, even though his heart is beating in overdrive, hands almost shaking as he undresses.

“Not at all.”

Jeongguk’s voice makes his temperature rise, it’s nice and raspy in the morning.

Okay, he needs to calm down, he’s only doing this to check his theory. He needs to know if Jeongguk is actually interested before he persuades him to bed.

So he strips himself bare right behind Jeongguk, letting all his clothes fall on a pile. He flickers his gaze over to the mirror, finds Jeongguk’s eyes traveling over his body while brushing his teeth slowly, absentmindedly.

That is not straight.

Nothing about that is remotely straight.

Jimin steps into the shower, nerves spreading through his body, along with a rush of excitement. He closes the shower curtain, leaves a little sliver of it open just like Jeongguk did last time, and turns on the water.

At first he doesn’t dare to check. He just closes his eyes and lets the hot water run down his body, back facing Jeongguk. Showers are meant to be relaxing but he’s unable to do so. When he washes himself he keeps imagining Jeongguk’s eyes on him, following the motion of his hands sliding down his body.

If he turns and Jeongguk is looking at him still, then that’s all the confirmation he needs. But gathering the courage to do so takes long. He bites his lower lip, cheeks burning as he tries to talk himself into it.

But then the shower curtain opens slowly, and his eyes widen as he looks over his shoulder.

Jeongguk opens it all the way, and then leans back against the sink. He has a confidence about him that makes Jimin feel weak in the knees. Especially now that he’s just standing there in full view, nowhere to hide.

“What- what are you doing?”

He asks, trying to keep his front out of sight.

“You want me to watch, so I’m making it easier.” Jeongguk says, eyes running over his body, lingering on his ass. “Go on, pretend I’m not here.”

Jimin can’t move for a solid few seconds. His mind is blank. He hadn’t foreseen this outcome; he’d thought Jeongguk would peek at best, and hoped to catch the moment. Yet here he is, completely exposed, Jeongguk’s eyes taking it all in.

Fuck.

As much as he’s embarrassed, something else fills his system too. Heat slowly spreads through his veins under Jeongguk’s intense gaze. He swallows, keeps his eyes on Jeongguk as he continues washing himself, taking it slow.

Jeongguk’s eyelids sink a little, head tilting as he follows Jimin’s every move, absolutely not hiding his interest.

Arousal licks down Jimin’s spine, cock twitching at the mere attention. He tries to hide it, showing Jeongguk only his side and back.

“Turn around.”

Jeongguk commands, voice soft. Jimin feels blood rush up his neck.

“Why?”

“Can’t see your cock like this.”

Jeongguk says bluntly, like it’s obvious. Jimin’s throat runs dry at the comment, and he licks his lips.

“You- you want to see it?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me to watch.”

Fuck.

Jimin takes a shaky breath, then slowly turns to face Jeongguk, cock half hard already. It’s a new sort of thrill, having someone just look at him, not doing anything except that. The way Jeongguk’s eyes travel down his chest, over his abs, to his cock, leaves a hot trail everywhere, makes his cock twitch again.

He’s growing harder by the second, and Jeongguk takes it in with hazy eyes, breathing getting a little heavier.

Jimin in contrast, is breathing shallowly, the arousal in his system winning from the shame, until his cock is fully hard against his stomach, waiting for his touch.

“Knew you were an exhibitionist.” Jeongguk says, not even teasing. “Look at how hard you are just because I’m watching you.”

Jimin doesn’t have a comeback, the evidence is clear as day. He darts his eyes down, sees how there’s a little bead of precum glistening on the head of his cock already, without having had any action.

He looks back up at Jeongguk, who seems hypnotised by the sight, eyes dark with desire.

The silence makes Jimin squirm, he wants something to happen, feels his cock throb with need. Yet, Jeongguk stays there, perfectly still.

So he holds his breath, lets one hand slide down to curl around his length, kind of embarrassed, kind of thrilled. He shouldn’t do this, but his mind is numb with pleasure, and.. he wants Jeongguk to watch.

He starts slowly, moving his hand up and down, stroking his cock. Just that slight contact makes him moan softly in relief.

“Fuck..” Jeongguk curses, taking a deep breath. “Want me to watch you touch yourself?”

“Mmh.”

Jimin nods, eyelids feeling heavy. He’s ashamed and turned on at the same time, as he starts jerking off a little faster. The water makes it sound obscene, a wet squelch every time he moves his hand.

Jeongguk stands there, hands grasping onto the edge of the sink, breathing heavily, squirming in place as he watches. Jimin lets his gaze drop to his crotch, finds Jeongguk’s cock straining in his pyjamas, the outline of it visible, resting against his thigh.

God fuck.

“Tae-Taehyung said you were straight.”

He says, looking back up.

Jeongguk looks at him, laughs breathily.

“Did he? Probably said that so this wouldn’t happen.”

With that, Jeongguk slides his hand down his body, and it disappears behind his waistband to grab his cock. The fabric of his pyjama is so thin it’s almost see-through, and Jimin thanks god for that.

His mouth waters as Jeongguk starts touching himself as well, and another moan slips past his lips.

“You’re not straight?”

“Nope.”

Good, that’s fucking terrific news.

Jimin looks into his eyes, touching himself a little faster.

“So- so we can fuck?”

“Mm.. not exactly. I promised him I’d behave. He will kick me out if I fuck you.”

———————

So, then I thought, maybe Jeongguk should just not give him any attention at all, maybe that would invoke some sort of fun reaction from Jimin

Deleted scene: Jimin tries to see if Jeongguk would watch him but gets ignored

Why I deleted it: This didn’t make sense because Jeongguk had been teasing him all along, so why would he suddenly not care when the opportunity presents itself? No character consistency.

Also my god, rude???? I felt so bad for Jimin

———————

So, maybe this is slightly unhinged, but Jeongguk did the same thing last time, so he gathers it’s fine. He walks into the bathroom, knows Jeongguk is there to brush his teeth. They make eye contact, which sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

“Mind if I shower?”

He asks, not even waiting for a response as he takes off his shirt, then goes to undo his pants. He wants to come across as aloof, even though his heart is beating in overdrive, hands almost shaking as he undresses.

“Not at all.”

Jeongguk’s voice makes his temperature rise, it’s nice and raspy in the morning.

Okay, he needs to calm down, he’s only doing this to check his theory. He needs to know if Jeongguk is actually interested before he persuades him to bed.

So he strips himself bare right behind Jeongguk, letting all his clothes fall on a pile. He flickers his gaze over to the mirror, Jeongguk does not even spare him a glance.

Hm. Maybe Taehyung was right after all, maybe he’s just reading too much into it. Nevertheless, he steps into the shower, closes the shower curtain, leaves a little sliver of it open just like Jeongguk did last time, and turns on the water. Can’t hurt to give it a shot.

He closes his eyes and lets the hot water run down his body, back facing Jeongguk. Showers are meant to be relaxing but he’s unable to do so. When he washes himself he wonders if Jeongguk’s eyes are on him, following the motion of his hands sliding down his body.

If he turns and Jeongguk is looking at him, then that’s all the confirmation he needs. But gathering the courage to do so takes long. He bites his lower lip, cheeks burning as he tries to talk himself into it.

It’s when he hears the door open and close that he dares to look, finding Jeongguk already left the bathroom without a word.

Fuck. This was supposed to be the moment. This was the opportunity, both of them in a secluded spot, no Taehyung in sight, yet nothing came of it.

Jimin bites on the inside of his cheek, leans his forehead against the cool tiles of the wall and sighs.

———————

So I struggled with that a lot, I kept that ignore scene for a while and then thought to make up for it: I need a scene where Jeongguk is the tease and Jimin is on the receiving end

Deleted scene: Jeongguk asks Jimin to help him stretch and then goes to the shower

Why I deleted it: I didn’t like the scene that led up to this (ignore scene) and then when I deleted that part, I felt like this scene didn’t fit anymore. Also, I felt like we already had a scene with Jeongguk in the shower, so I was left uninspired in the middle of it. The stretching part was hot though.

I just constantly had this feeling that they would probably fuck if they got the chance, but I already had the idea of them fucking on the couch in my head, so basically I kept trying to find another “tension” scene that leads to nothing, but because there was nothing to basically ‘cockblock’ them, I just ended up deleting this.

——————

He’s so over it.

Jeongguk keeps teasing him over texts but he doesn’t reply. It’s one of his worst habits, falling for straight guys, so he forbids himself to engage any further.

Though it does get on his nerves. Jeongguk is nowhere near leaving their house yet and he’s just so obnoxiously hot it’s getting hard to breathe. Whether he’s standing, sitting, gaming, cooking, doing laundry, Jimin’s eyes just naturally find him.

Every now and then his mind flashes with the image of that big cock and he chokes on his own spit. He should really get laid instead of salivating over Taehyung’s little brother.

Sadly, he comes home one day and finds out that he’s so not over it.

Jeongguk is in the middle of the living room, stretched out on a yoga mat, face down, ass up, shirtless, back exposed and shimmering with a layer of sweat as he stretches even further, muscles so prominent.

It’s 3 pm on a Sunday and Jimin can’t handle it, why isn’t god interfering?

He puts his bag down, the sound makes Jeongguk turn his head. As soon as Jeongguk sees him a smile spreads on his lips and he gives him a short nod.

“Can you help me out?”

“With what?”

“Stretching.”

Jimin blinks, eyes over Jeongguk’s relaxed posture.

“I think you’re doing fine without me.”

He wants to go to the kitchen, walk off all cool as if it isn’t affecting him, but then Jeongguk raises a brow.

“You can watch me shower but not help me stretch?”

Jimin feels his heartbeat pick up, and he folds his arms.

“First of all, I wasn’t watching you. You left the curtain open.”

Jeongguk laughs softly, moves into a sitting position.

“You were watching me.”

“I saw you, for like, 2 seconds.” Make that half a minute. “And that’s on you.”

Jeongguk hums, smile still plastered on his face as leans back a little.

“So, you won’t help me stretch?”

This is just outrageous.

“I don’t get why you need any help.”

“Just with this position, please?”

Jeongguk already moves back into his former position, leaves Jimin no time for an answer. He bites on his tongue as he walks over, looking at Jeongguk from above.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Put your hands on my waist.”

Jimin looks at it, how Jeongguk is broad around the shoulders and upper back, then slims down to his waist.

God.

He kneels down, slides his hands around Jeongguk’s waist, feels his hot skin under his fingers. Images of holding Jeongguk like this while taking him from behind flood his mind, sends a hot rush down his spine.

“Now what?”

“Gently put some pressure on it.”

Jeongguk is stretched out like a cat, arms in front, forehead resting on the mat, ass up, way too close to Jimin’s crotch.

His throat runs dry as he slowly puts some pressure on it, eyes roaming over how those back muscles flex in the dim lights.

Jeongguk exhales, a soft raspy sound comes along with it. The sound vibrates against Jimin’s ears, registers as a moan. He takes a deep breath, hands getting a little sweaty, repositioning himself to get a bit closer.

“Keep going.”

Jeongguk instructs, sinking deeper into that stretch. It’s quite amazing really, how flexible he is. Jimin licks his lips, putting some more pressure on his back, the position kind of driving him insane.

“Mmh, that’s it.”

Jeongguk moans, a sound that goes straight to Jimin’s cock. He looks down at the mere centimeters between them, the outline of his semi visible in his pants, Jeongguk’s ass sticking out, looking like the perfect place to rub up against.

Before he can make a bad decision, Jeongguk finishes the stretch, moving back to sitting position. Jimin still feels his hands tingle, a little short of breath as he eyes Jeongguk.

“One more?”

Jeongguk asks, tilting his head, dark hair falling over one of his eyes, smile tugging at his lips. They’re a pretty colour pink, double silver lip rings glinting in the tv light.

Jimin breathes out, nods slowly, drowning out the sounds around them. Jeongguk lies down on his back, then lifts a leg up.

“Can you push the back of my thigh?”

Yes, absolutely, that is something he can do.

He curls his hand around the back of Jeongguk’s thigh. It’s strong, heavy, as he pushes it up.

“All the way.”

Jeongguk says, putting his hands behind his head.

Jimin swallows, moves closer, pushes Jeongguk’s thigh until he’s bending him in half, until his knee lies flat against his broad chest. It’s heaving slightly, nipples perked up though it isn’t cold.

“The other one too.”

Something about the way Jeongguk softens his tone makes Jimin shudder, heat flaring up his face as he slides his hand over the back of Jeongguk’s other thigh, feeling up the skin before he pushes leg up a little less careful than last time.

God, Jeongguk is bent in such a pretty position, so exposed, he just wants to-

“Push a little harder, I can take it.”

Jeongguk promises, and Jimin can’t fucking breathe. He moves closer, pushes Jeongguk’s thighs a little harder, hovers above him, crotch brushing against his ass.

Arousal licks down his spine, and he’s sure Jeongguk can see it on him. Yet, he isn’t stopping him. Somewhere in his mind he registers that as not straight, but he’s too preoccupied thinking about fucking Jeongguk.

“Alright, all good.”

Jeongguk pops his bubble, freeing himself from his grip and sitting back up.

A part of him wants to believe Jeongguk isn’t doing all of this on purpose, because he doesn’t get the idea of a straight guy turning on a gay guy for fun, but that’s exactly what that obnoxious smirk on Jeongguk’s face looks like.

“Gonna take a shower now.”

Jimin blinks, the word shower alerting him.

Jeongguk stands up slowly, Jimin’s eyes follow the line of his legs, up to his crotch, and his breath hitches when he sees Jeongguk’s bulge; he’s half-hard, tenting, the fabric of his shorts straining around it.

And then Jeongguk just walks off towards the shower, leaving the door wide open.

Jimin sits there on the yoga mat, head spinning.

Is this an invitation? It must be a fucking invitation. The shower turns on, and Jimin looks at the open door, cock twitching.

It doesn’t make any sense. If Jeongguk is into guys, why didn’t he take the bait last time? Why did he just leave him all to himself? And if he’s straight, why is he half-hard, showering with the door open?

He would normally take his time to figure it out, but half of the brain capacity he needs is with his dick right now, and before he knows it he’s tiptoed over to the bathroom.

Jeongguk left the a bit of the shower curtain open, this time even more than before. Jimin takes it all in greedily, wishes he were the rain droplets trickling down his body.

Then Jeongguk turns, and their eyes meet.

It’s magnetic. heat spreads through his body as he watches Jeongguk wash himself. Big hands touch over his body, lower, even lower, grazing over his cock, over his balls, between his legs.

Jimin breathes in shakily, eyelids sinking a little. Jeongguk keeps washing himself there, it looks innocent, but it’s an excuse, he’s getting hard right in Jimin’s line of vision.

“F-fuck.”

Jeongguk curses, hand curling around his cock, stroking himself a few times before he goes back to washing.

Jimin feels his heartbeat in his throat, soft moan slipping past his lips. He slides his hand down his own body, cups himself through his pants.

“Mmh- fuck.”

Jeongguk pants, takes himself in his hand again, flicks his wrist, stops after another few seconds.

Jimin is laser focused on it, breathing uneven, rubbing over his clothed cock, so heated. He bites his lower lip, waiting for Jeongguk to just touch himself unapologetically.

Jeongguk, however, keeps teasing. He strokes his big cock just a few times every other minute, then goes back to washing himself like nothing happened.

———————

So there you go! That’s about 4K of deleted scenes just for a drabble.

It’s important to delete scenes when you feel like something is off, even if you like the scenes, even if you put time and effort into them, they might not fit in the story at the time.

You can always keep the scenes and use them later on in the story, or maybe you can write another story where the scene fits better.

Or maybe like me, you can post them and tell your readers why you decided to cut them!

Writing is a tough job where you sometimes have to ‘kill your darlings’ but it definitely helped me improve.

So a big thank you for reading my works and supporting me every day, you probably have no idea how much it makes me smile to see your comments pop up on my phone, but I hope you receive all the warmth and love you give to me back tenfold 💕