In Close Quarters • Chapter 1 • 5K (Patreon)

Jeongguk knew it would be a little difficult getting off in the military. Communal showers, shared bedrooms, timed toilet breaks, no time off. He prepared himself for all of that, and yet somehow, it’s even worse.

It’s a thing going from getting off at least twice a day to getting off once a month in a toilet stall with one minute on the clock. On top of that, toilets are dirty, he has a sensitive nose and it just kills the mood, so sometimes it’s not even once a month.

He hears other soldiers get off at night in the dorm, in theory he could do the same, but he’s afraid someone might film it. With his level of fame it’s too risky.

Another thing is he never hears Jimin complain about it. Not that they usually talk about things like that, but he could really use some advice.

Back in the day when they all shared one room with each other, he’s never heard Jimin get off either. He’s heard all the other guys, walked in on Namjoon like twice, but Jimin.. never heard or seen him get off.

Maybe Jimin doesn’t masturbate?

Jeongguk snorts, throws that thought away remembering the countless of sex jokes they’ve made, Jimin is even worse than him. Also, he reads erotica, he must be a freak.

Maybe he should put his sense of unease about the topic aside and just ask Jimin how he gets by.

He thinks about it before going to sleep, cock hard against his stomach like every other night, unable to do anything about it.

———————

Jeongguk feels a kick against his mattress from his lower bunk buddy.

It’s pitch black, he’s got drool on his chin, sweating from head to toe, and he’s- oh fuck- he’s coming.

He gasps, bites down on his pillow but it’s no use, his orgasm is so intense that it thunders through his body, heat and pleasure reaching even the tips of his fingers, muscles clenching in his gut while he’s coming in his underwear. It’s the best orgasm he’s had since enlisting, so he can’t help it; a moan slips from his lips, his eyelids fluttering shut.

It’s an accident, but it’s loud and fills the entire dorm, echoes against the walls.

“Hey, shut up.”

“Dude-“

“Who the fuck is that? Take it to the bathroom.”

Shit.

Jeongguk waits until the guys all calm down, hears Jimin chuckle softly from the other end of the room.

Jerk.

He’s very glad the lights are off, no one can see him.

There’s one thing he does know; if he doesn’t find an alternative to jerking off, this is going to happen more often.

———————

If he thought the guys would let it slide, he’s dead wrong.

The next morning he gets some looks, and his lower bunk buddy goes as far as imitating his moan, making their whole unit laugh.

Great.

Just magnificent.

He gnaws on his lower lip, tips of his ears burning as he dresses up for the day. As soon as most of the guys have left the room, he looks over at Jimin.

Jimin is getting dressed, bending over to put his pants on. The moon tattoos on his back look even darker in the winter, summer tan slowly fading. He’s always had smooth skin, no blemishes at all, clean and soft. Jimin even waxes his legs just because he likes the feel of it. Jeongguk catches a glimpse of them before they disappear into pants.

“Did you sleep well?”

Jimin asks, smirk playing on his lips.

Jeongguk huffs.

“Jerk.”

Jimin snickers, buttoning up his pants.

“Had a nice dream?”

“Yeah.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know, don’t remember.”

He only remembers getting kicked, waking up and coming. But he must have been dreaming about sex.

“Not about Seul-ki?”

“Who?”

Jimin looks at him, eyes wide.

“Your ex?”

Jeongguk blinks, tries to think back but the few months in the military have kind of sucked the life out of him. Who was Seul-ki again? Kim Seul-ki, Moon Seul-ki, Min Seul-ki, Park Seul-ki, Im Seul-ki- oh right.

“Oh, no, she’s not my ex. We had a one-night stand.”

“Ah.”

Jimin nods, putting a shirt on. Jeongguk watches the moon tattoos disappear.

“By the way hyung..”

“Mm?”

Jeongguk looks over his shoulder, sees a few guys still strapping up their boots, so he leans a little closer.

“When do you do it?”

Jimin looks at him, then checks the room as well. He lowers his voice.

“At night.”

Jeongguk frowns, looks at Jimin grabbing his boots as well, putting one foot up on a chair.

“Isn’t that risky?”

“Not the way I do it.”

Jeongguk’s mind fills with weird positions and odd ways to be touching yourself, but he comes short of anything that couldn’t be risky if caught on camera.

“How do you do it?”

Jimin stands up straight after he finishes strapping up his other boot, then nods his head towards the door.

Jeongguk takes the hint, just silently follows Jimin to the hallway.

“I don’t use my hands.”

Jimin says, keeping his voice low.

The explanation actually leaves Jeongguk more confused. Does Jimin rut against the mattress? did he bring a toy? Heat licks down his back at the thought of rubbing his cock against the mattress, which just proves how sexually frustrated he is. No one should get hard from mattresses.

“What- what do you do then?”

Jimin’s eyes glint in that playful way, narrowing a little when he’s having fun.

“I just use my imagination.”

That’s even less helpful.

Jimin chuckles at his confusion, scans the hallway, then leans a little closer to whisper in his ear.

“I can come untouched.”

Hot breath ghosts over his skin, sends a rush of arousal down his spine, makes his cock twitch.

Fuck.

“Oh.”

That’s all he can bring past his lips.

“You should try it, before you have another accident.”

Jimin pats his butt, before walking towards the cafeteria.

Jeongguk feels his face burn as he follows, unable to get rid of his semi.

He can’t believe it’s only been 3 months since they enlisted and he’s gotten to the point of getting hard because Jimin breathes against his ear.

He’ll take that to the grave.

———————

He looks up coming untouched on his phone.

The instructions are clear, tightening and releasing the pelvic muscle until you come. It seems quite simple. No creaking bed, no wet sound, no risks, it will just look like he’s sleeping.

So, that night he gets to it.

He lies on his back, closes his eyes. He’s already hard, cock lying flat against his stomach as he tries to clench and unclench the muscle. It takes a while, but he gradually feels a certain heat accumulating in his gut.

His cock twitches every now and then, sending a thrill of pleasure through his body. His hips want to buck up, hand wants to move down and just jerk off, but he can’t.

He tries to do as Jimin told, to just use his imagination.

Seul-ki comes to mind. The last time he had sex before enlisting. A producer, they fucked in her studio.

Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, sweat breaking out on his skin. He envisions it clearly, his hands on her waist, Seul-ki bent over her equipment, her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock.

Fuck, his hand is on his dick.

He takes it away, bites his lip as he tries to just tighten and release the muscle. His toes curl, hips gyrating just the slightest bit, trying not to make the bed creak.

He remembers how he sat back in her chair, how she sat on top of him, riding him for a while.

“Ngh.”

He throws an arm over his face, bites his arm to stop himself from making noise. God fuck, the instructions seem so simple, but he’s missing touch, friction, warmth. His cock is twitching, feels so hot, there’s this heat in his gut that needs an outlet, that feeling of urgency, a desperate need to come.

How the fuck does Jimin do this?

Does he just imagine sex really vividly? Would he actually be feeling the warmth of a mouth wrapped around his cock by the sheer power of imagination?

Jeongguk’s eyelashes flutter thinking about it, a set of pretty, full lips around his cock.

Jimin’s lips.

Oh fuck. Intrusive thought.

The heat in his gut gets even more restless, cock twitching, closer to the verge of release. And though he doesn’t want to cross this line, the need to come outweighs his moral compass.

his intrusive thoughts take over, and he sees Jimin, on his knees, sucking his dick. his hot, wet mouth around him, siren eyes looking up, cheeks hollowed, blush on his cute nose.

He doesn’t know why that gets him going but he dives deeper into the fantasy anyway. Imagines holding Jimin’s hair, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth, seeing his cheek bulge as he presses the head of his cock against it.

Fuck. He‘s so fucking close but can’t come, his whole body is trembling, sweating so much that his shirt is drenched, back sticking to the mattress.

Fuck it- fuck this.

He wraps his hand around his cock and jerks himself through the last part, hard and fast, making the bed creak, probably waking up his bunk buddy. But he doesn’t care, with a few more strokes he finally comes, mind flashing with images of Jimin getting covered in it.

He lets his intrusive thoughts take the reins, those aren’t real desires anyway. It’s just something that happens once in a while, he can’t control it, he’s had it with weirder people.

He does get a kick against his mattress, so he tries to slow down his hand movement, coming down from his high with a satisfied sigh.

Then he turns on his side, exhausted, not giving himself even a second to digest what just happened.

———————

“M-nngh-“

“Not again.”

“Jeon, shut up.”

Jeongguk wakes up in a similar state as the night before, coming in his underwear, alerting the entire dorm.

He pants, tries to still his hips from rutting against the mattress, a vague image of a blonde lingering in his mind.

“Jerk off in silence or take a bathroom break, damn.”

“Sorry.”

He mumbles against his pillow, shame and guilt now catching up to him.

He hadn’t thought it would happen again after getting off, but it seems he can’t catch a break.

———————

“Two nights in a row, you’re on a roll.”

Jimin gives him a mean smile.

Jeongguk has a hard time forgetting last night’s intrusive thoughts, but he’s got to get his act together. Can’t be looking at Jimin’s mouth.

“I- I don’t know how. I tried your thing hyung.”

“My thing?”

“The hands-free.. thing.”

He looks around the perimeter, tries to keep it low-key. They’re on morning watch together, just on the terrain.

“How was it?”

He looks at Jimin who sips from his coffee, plush lips around the rim of the cup.

“Terrible.” He tears his eyes away. “You just get to the part right before, but imagination isn’t enough to actually.. you know. I had to use my hand.”

Jimin looks at him, eyes glinting.

“It takes practice.”

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek.

“How long?”

“I don’t know, it depends.”

“How long did it take you?”

It annoys him, that Jimin can do something he can’t. Then again, Jimin has more dedication to train, whereas he just wants to be good at something immediately.

“I think about a month.”

Jeongguk blinks.

“So- so you didn’t do it for a whole month here?”

“Here?” Jimin cocks his head. “I learned it back when we shared a room with the members.”

“Oh.” that’s why he never heard Jimin before. “So.. how do you do it?”

Jimin chuckles softly, like he’s embarrassed to be talking about it. Maybe this is a little too personal? They share just about anything except this.

“I don’t know, just, imagination.”

Jeongguk takes a step closer, toning his voice down.

“But what.. like, what’s the thought that makes you..”

“Come?”

Jimin asks.

Jeongguk’s throat runs a little dry, only now realising how explicit that question is.

“Yeah.”

Jimin looks pretty in the morning, his face is a little puffy, makes him look soft and cute.

“I imagine someone talking to me.”

Jimin lowers his tone as well, keeping the conversation just for the two of them.

“Talking?”

“Mm.”

“Saying what?”

His heartbeat picks up a little, curiosity eating him alive. What’s so good about talking that can get Jimin to come untouched?

“Something like.. uhm..” Jimin looks down, cheeks turning red. “You only get to come when you deserve it.”

Oh..

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, heat flares up his face immediately. His ears buzz at the phrase, and how good it sounds from Jimin’s lips. Blood rushes down to his cock.

“What else?”

He’s greedy for more, needing it for tonight, to fuel his dirty fantasies. Needs to hear it from Jimin’s lips.

“That’s- that’s private.”

Jimin breaks eye contact, takes a sip from his coffee.

Jeongguk feels a gust of cold wind slap in his face, and he blinks as he takes a step back, wondering why Jimin gets to tell him no. Jimin never tells him no.

———————

Jimin kind of avoids him the rest of the day, and Jeongguk wonders if he did go too far.

Sure, they’ve never talked in detail about their sexual fantasies, but it seemed like he could share anything with Jimin. How is this suddenly too much?

He stares at the ceiling when he lies in his bed, arms crossed.

If roles had been reversed, would he also have felt awkward?

If Jimin had asked him:

“What’s the thought that makes you come?”

His ears burn up a little, hearing the phrase in Jimin’s low tone. His heartbeat picks up, eyelids sinking.

What is the thought that makes him come?

Yesterday it was.. Jimin, sucking his dick.

No, no, those were intrusive thoughts. Usually when he’s about to come he thinks about.. facials? Yeah, coming over a girl’s face, he loves that sight.

He says it to the Jimin in his imagination.

“I imagine coming on someone’s face.”

See, that wasn’t even difficult, he’d share that with Jimin in a heartbeat.

The Jimin in his imagination’s eyes widen, leaning closer.

“What else?”

O-okay, that might have come off a little strong.

Yet, for the sake of entertaining his imagination, he continues the conversation.

“I like it when they swallow.”

He thinks real Jimin would probably turn red if he told him that. Maybe he’d even get all flustered, stuttering something like.

“Oh..you- you do?”

“Mmh.” Jeongguk nods. “Also love eating my cum out of their pussy.”

“Your own come?”

“Yeah.”

Jimin seems closer than before. they’re lying in a bunk bed, face to face, legs entangled.

“What about mine?”

Jeongguk blinks slowly, eyes sinking to Jimin’s lips.

Kissing them would feel so good, comfortable, warm.

“What?”

“Wanna swallow my come?”

Jeongguk jerks awake, eyes wide, cold sweat on his back.

He rubs over his forehead, shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts.

No more thinking about Jimin before falling asleep.

———————

It happens again.

This time he catches himself just before he moans, awakened by the creaking of his bed.

He fists his hands in the bedsheets, jaw slack as he comes, remnants of his dream fuelling the intensity.

It’s Jimin.

Blonde Jimin, holding his chin, smirk on his full lips as he comes over his face.

His eyes roll back, and in the efforts to hold back his moan he accidentally makes an even more pathetic sound, whimpering high and whiny.

“Dude, come on.”

“I’m telling the fucking commander.”

———————

He does get punishment. someone told the commander, and now he’s on bedsheet cleaning duty. Not just his own, the bedsheets of the entire unit.

It’s embarrassing. He hates that his body is so on edge, that no matter if he does or doesn’t get off before sleeping, he will have another wet dream.

And it’s even more confusing that it’s Jimin he dreamed about.

His intrusive thoughts the first time didn’t really alert him that much, he’s had intrusive thoughts before about weird things, it’s not really that serious, just his mind randomly picking something outrageous.

But now he can’t really go around the fact that it’s not just intrusive thoughts, it’s actual.. thoughts. About Jimin. His wet dream involved Jimin. And not even him fucking Jimin, but Jimin coming on his face.

Maybe it’s because he talked about sex with Jimin for the first time? Jimin shared his hands-free orgasm method, Jeongguk asked him about.. what makes him come.

It’s probably just those events meddling into his sexual fantasies.

Plus, there are no women around, so it’s probably natural that his fantasies start to shift towards guys, since guys are the only available option around. And Jimin is his best friend who he spends most of his time with, so there’s nothing weird about him showing up in his dream.

Also, he’s in his prime time right now. He only just became confident enough to flirt, had about 3 one-night-stands, then had to enlist right after. He is raging with hormones, he wants to fuck preferably every night.

Jimin probably has no problems at all getting by without sex, he’s almost 30, he’s past this.

He sighs, pushing another set of sheets into a washing machine, semi-hard just thinking about sex.

How long is this going to last? He needs to find a way to get rid of this tension or he’ll probably be on laundry duty for the rest of the year.

———————

As much as he told himself throughout the day that those fantasies he had meant nothing, he feels nervous when he sits down next to Jimin during dinner.

“Oh, back from your laundry mission?”

Jimin laughs, petting his head.

It’s a thing he’s done since forever, yet Jeongguk only now notices how it feels, having Jimin’s hand run through his hair, down his neck.

Goosebumps appear on his arms, and he quickly shakes Jimin off, knot in his stomach.

“What’s for dinner?”

He looks over at the kitchen, avoids eye contact

Jimin takes a little long to reply.

“Uh.. just rice.”

Jeongguk hums, doesn’t know how to behave. He wants it to be nothing so bad, but just sitting next to Jimin is making all kinds of alarms go off. That blonde vision flashes in his mind, Jimin’s come on his face.

When they get their bowls, Jeongguk practically inhales the food, needing an excuse to leave early.

“Are you.. okay?”

Jimin asks, tone soft.

“Yeah I’m good.” He says, finishing his bowl. “I’m standing watch now, so.”

“Alright. Are you sure you’re-“

“I’m running late.”

He stands up, brings his bowl to the kitchen and gets the hell out of there.

———————

It’s very awkward when he arrives at his post 15 minutes early and sees on the schedule that he’s actually standing watch with Jimin.

Usually that’s something he looks forward to, when he gets paired with his best friend on a boring night like this, time usually goes faster.

But when Jimin arrives he just feels dread, feels his heart sink to his shoes, body heavy. He can see the damp of his breath as he breathes out against the cold night air.

Jimin just stands next to him, and he wishes he could find the right words to say.

Something like sorry, or nice weather or

“I’m sorry about last time..” Jimin starts. “I was uh.. a bit nervous about the subject, but I shouldn’t have avoided you.”

Oh.

Jeongguk feels a bit of weight lift off him just because he doesn’t have to be the conversation starter.

“No, it’s fine I.. I get it.”

“But you’re all awkward around me now.”

“That’s- that’s not why- that’s not the reason.”

Shit, he shouldn’t have phrased it like that. He can’t possibly tell Jimin the real reason he’s feeling this way.

Yet, as they stand in another awkward silence, he knows Jimin is waiting for a follow-up.

He bites the bullet.

“I just had a weird dream. This morning.”

Biting the bullet is more like biting the cannon. Jimin looks so cute and innocent blinking at him like this. Nothing like that blonde siren from his dream.

How is he gonna tell him this?

“..was it about me?”

Jimin asks.

Jeongguk practically gives himself away, wide eyes, cheeks burning up, clearing his throat.

Curiosity grows in Jimin’s eyes, he quickly avert his gaze.

“Oh, it was?”

Fuck.

“What- what was it about?”

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pick up, and he looks at Jimin shortly, unable to bring anything past his lips.

But as the silence stretches, Jimin gets a little closer.

“Was it.. like one of those dreams you’ve been having?”

Ah fuck, he wishes he could just bury himself in a hole. He sighs, hangs his head.

“O-oh. You actually had a wet dream about me?”

“Don’t say wet dream.”

Jeongguk cringes at the term, feels like a teenager.

Jimin chuckles shortly.

“Holy shit, what was it about?”

Why is he even interested? Jeongguk looks at him, sees that glint in Jimin’s slanted eyes. Knows it like the back of his hand. He’s pleased. He’s got that smug smile playing on his lips.

“Nothing- just.. nothing.”

“Sure, nothing. That’s what made you moan like that.”

Jeongguk’s ears burn up, hears his own moan from this morning echo in his head, ashamed with the fact Jimin heard it too.

“It’s just- it’s just a dream. I can’t control my dreams.”

“I know, so why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Jimin tilts his head, quirks a brow. He’s way too curious.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Were you trying the hands-free technique?”

“No I.. I just went to sleep still horny, and somehow you ended up in my dream. That’s all there is to it.”

He might have been thinking about Jimin before going to sleep, but he’d rather die than say that out loud.

“I know it’s out of your control, so, just tell me what I was doing in your dream.”

Jimin is persistent, and Jeongguk wishes he could just leave his post. On one hand, his dream was just random, he couldn’t help it. On the other hand… it did make him come.

“Why- why do you wanna know so bad?”

“It’s about me, of course I want to know.”

Jeongguk reverses the situation. If Jimin told him he had a wet dream about him.. yeah, he’d want to know what happened too.

God, this is so- why is it so nervewracking? Jimin is his best friend, this should be just a stupid joke, something they can both laugh about.

Jimin seems to find it funny, that smug smile still on his lips, so why can’t he bring himself to laugh it off? Maybe he should just say it, maybe it’ll relieve some tension, make him see that it’s nothing to worry about.

“I.. I just dreamed about.. uh.. you were blonde.” He starts, seeing Jimin nod slowly, gesturing him to go on. “I actually don’t remember much, uh.. context, or anything. Just..”

Jimin tilting his chin up, stroking his cock right in front of his eyes, coming on his face with a smirk.

“Just..?”

“I was on my knees..” he says, heat flaring up his face. “.. you were.. touching yourself.”

He doesn’t have it in him to wait for a reaction, so he just continues.

“You tilted my head up.. and then you uh.. you came on my face.”

There, it’s out now.

He waits for the relief, waits for Jimin to laugh, but it’s silent.

He dares to look at Jimin, finds him staring back, blinking like he can’t process the information.

Instead of relief, Jeongguk just feels the tension double, chest tightening a little.

“So, that- that was my dream.”

He tries, hoping for any type of lighthearted reply, but Jimin just nods, doesn’t seem to be there entirely, eyes glassy.

“Right.. that’s- yeah. Thanks for telling me.”

Fuck.

This is the worst.

Jimin averts his gaze, and completely shuts down.

Jeongguk bites on his lower lip and looks the other way, wishing he hadn’t told Jimin anything.

———————

He gets a text from Jimin when he’s in bed. Just one word.

sorry

Jeongguk reads it a few times, feels his heart clench. It’s stupid. He shouldn’t have told Jimin anything. The military is messing up their perfect friendship, everything feels so heavy now.

He pulls the covers over his head, contemplates what he should send back, but another text pops up.

what else happened in your dream?

Jeongguk blinks at his screen, the mood shifts entirely. He thought Jimin would say something about his reaction, that he felt awkward, anything but this.

He licks his lips, feels a little tingle run through his body when he types a reply.

why do you wanna know

He sees Jimin type and stop, type and stop, a few more times until he gets a

just curious.

Jeongguk doesn’t know why, but he feels a little restless, moves his feet under the covers to release some of that energy.

you didn’t seem curious a few hours ago, you shut down on me

wanna know now

why

please?

why

nevermind

Jeongguk frowns at the screen, sees Jimin go offline. He feels a little warm under the covers, curling his toes and stretching them, sucking on his lower lip.

you were smirking at me when you came

He doesn’t know why he sends it, feels his heartbeat raise because he knows it’s not normal. When Jimin comes online he holds his breath, breaks out in sweat.

what else?

Jeongguk feels heat lick down his spine, cock twitching in his underwear.

I think you were wearing boots

..you like my boots?

yeah

This is weird isn’t it? He looks at their text, and feels like it’s illegal, like they shouldn’t be doing this. Yet he’s waiting eagerly for a text back, cheeks glowing hot.

something happen in your dream with those boots?

maybe..

Honestly, he doesn’t remember anything else about the dream, but the texting is addictive and he’s slowly growing hard.

did I make you come on them?

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he breathes out a soft moan, imagines Jimin ordering him to come over his shoes.

It’s going way too far, but he doesn’t want it to stop, he kind of wants it to escalate.

wish you would’ve

He waits eagerly, slides a hand down between his legs, feels how hard he is through the fabric of his boxers.

fuck.. yeah?

Mhm..

fuck

I’m getting hard

Oh fuck. This is insane. Jeongguk pants as he stares at the screen, arousal making his body heat up.

me too

Jimin is literally just a few feet away, on his own bunk bed, getting hard because of him. He bites his lower lip, slips his hand behind the waistband, curls it around his cock.

did you suck my dick in the dream?

oh fuck, Jimin is going there.. they’re actually sexting. He can’t fucking believe it.

I didn’t

wish you would’ve

“Mmh..”

He whimpers softly, moves his hand around his length slowly, feels how hot and heavy it is, throbbing in his hand.

fuck.. I can hear you

shit, why is he this loud even when he tries to be silent?

I want to fuck your mouth

Another moan slips from his mouth and he starts to just jerk off without any concern of being caught. Jimin is so shameless, it’s all his fault.

god you’re loud..

shut up, I’m so fucking horny

I know, hear you every night, humping your mattress

Jeongguk burns up, feels pleasure build up in his gut as he fucks his hand. Somehow he kind of likes it, that Jimin knows just how desperate he is.

can’t help it, no one to fuck

He hopes Jimin will volunteer, waits for a message to pop up that says “I’m right here. Come fuck me.” But it doesn’t come. In fact, several minutes pass and he’s just watching a frozen screen, touching himself to the fantasy.

unless you’re up for it

He sends it without thinking twice, feels his orgasm nearing.

you wanna fuck me?

Yhse

Yesg

Yes

really? how bad?

Jeongguk gasps, cock twitching in his hand. He rushes to type a reply.

Mnh so fucking bsd

so bad

please jimin

gonna come?

fuck

yes

He bites on his lip when he comes, feels his orgasm hit him so hard, body spasming on the mattress, mind going completely blank except for Jimin. It’s all Jimin, and a little smidge of shame and guilt.

He really tries to keep it down, but his orgasm feels more intense than any other that he’s felt during his time in the military, so he buries his face in his pillow and moans into it, hopes it muffles the sound.

fuck, so hot

you sound so good

I’m gonna come

Jeongguk tries to focus, and he just hears laboured breathing from Jimin’s end of the dorm, knows that’s probably Jimin getting off, thinking about him.

wish I could hear you too

He sends, then waits, hears the softest moan fall from Jimin’s lips. Enough to make his mind spin.

He waits for another text, but he doesn’t get it. He’s all dirty, staring at his phone screen.

Minutes pass, but he doesn’t get anything.

you good?

He waits another few minutes, but jimin isn’t online anymore.

Did it go too far?

He types a: sorry if that was too much but deletes it right away. Then a: did you fall asleep? deletes that one too.

He closes the app instead, looks at his screen for a while longer, hopes another text will pop up. But 15 minutes later there’s still nothing, and his eyelids start to feel heavy.

He falls asleep with his phone in his hand.

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