Straight Until Proven Gay • Chapter 8 • 7.8K (Patreon)

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Merry Christmas everyone 🥰

Hope you end your night with these two guys butting heads ❤️‍🔥

———————

Can straight guys like gay porn?

The answers vary, just like that one time he looked up if it was gay to like assholes.

It doesn’t clear anything up, and there is no research on this subject.

He’ll just have to base his experience by comparing it to guys on yahoo answers.

Maybe it’s just a phase.

Maybe it’s just because of what he overheard in the shower, didn’t get closure.

Maybe tomorrow gay porn doesn’t do anything for him at all.

———————

Wrong.

Very wrong.

When he wakes up the first thing he wants to do is watch it again.

It’s confronting in the worst way. Just knowing that he’s never felt this turned on looking at straight porn, or lesbian porn.

It reminds him of how he used to have to think about other things to stay hard during sex with Jae. And sure, there were times he enjoyed it, but somehow it had always felt like a chore, like he had to do all the work. Still, it’s conflicting. Because it isn’t like he didn’t enjoy it at all, but it just never made made him feel quite like this.

He doesn’t want to think about it, really, because maybe it’s not that deep. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions just because he likes watching gay porn.

After all, it’s just porn, there’s nothing remotely romantic going on.

He stares blankly at the screen, at the guys making out; looking at each other and exchanging secret smiles, soft caresses through each other’s hair.

Something inside of him aches

He can’t remember the last time he experienced that.

Has he ever actually been in love?

———————

“What do you guys think of my past relationships?”

Hoseok looks up, pizza still in his mouth. Taehyung blinks, puts his controller down. Apparently it’s such a groundbreaking question that their game characters can just die.

The silence is long and painful, and actually says more than anything.

Jeongguk sighs, rubs his forehead in distress.

“Oh, I mean, they were nice!”

Hoseok starts.

“Yeah, they were definitely- you know- I mean- yeah.”

Taehyung nods.

“Don’t pretend for me. I’ve just been thinking about it for the past week. That I kind of.. don’t know if I’ve ever been in love.”

There’s another silence in which Taehyung and Hoseok look at each other, exchanging a look Jeongguk doesn’t really understand. Taehyung turns to look at him, rubs his neck a little awkwardly.

“I don’t mean to be a dick, but I think you haven’t been in love yet.”

Hoseok nods in agreement.

Ah..

“You.. uh.. you’ve talked about this?"

He asks.

“Well.." Taehyung looks at Hoseok, then back at him. “We’ve talked about how you haven’t been seeing anyone since you broke up with Jae. And how your relationship had kind of been.. you know.. bland?"

“Mm.”

He nods once, even though it isn’t nice to hear.

“And I know you really liked her at the start, but I’ve never seen you look at her.. romantically.”

Taehyung says.

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek as he looks at both of them, and then nods again, looking down.

“But, that’s alright! It’s not like you can’t fall in love, we just think you haven’t found the right person yet.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

He agrees, though he’s not really seeing it happen. He just doesn’t really know what to feel, doesn’t know which things happen when falling in love.

It’s not like he had the best example.

“We, uh, actually scheduled a blind date for you..”

Hoseok starts.

Jeongguk whips his head towards him in panic.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Oh come on. You’ve just said yourself you don’t know what being in love is like, try something for once.”

Hoseok argues.

He can barely breathe, already nervous for a date that hasn’t even started. He’s never been on a blind date with someone, he’s never even been on a proper date with his girlfriend. He met Jae in a club when he was piss drunk.

A sober blind date is gonna tear him apart.

“I don’t think that’s gonna work out for me. It would be too awkward being alone, I’m terrible at small talk.”

“I thought you might say that. So I asked the girl if she could bring someone for a double date.”

Hoseok grins.

Jeongguk blinks, surprised.

“Double date? Who will be going with me then? You guys are dating each other right?”

It seems he’s run his mouth because both Hoseok and Taehyung fall quiet and fidget nervously. Seems like they haven’t talked about that. Sometimes gays are so useless.

Jeongguk rubs his neck.

“Oh, sorry. Uh, well, you guys work on that-“

“I asked her to bring a guy for Jimin.”

Hoseok quickly continues.

Jeongguk’s world stops turning.

Did he hear that correctly?

“Jimin? You’re putting me on a double date with Jimin?”

“What? Jimin is single, and you’re friends.”

“Friends?”

There’s nothing remotely friendly about his relationship with Jimin. And even though Taehyung is giving him puppy eyes, he isn’t able to keep up the act. Ever since they broke up he’s not had the strength to pretend he likes Jimin.

Hoseok makes a face behind Taehyung, scowling at him for saying it like that.

Jeongguk sighs.

“Sorry Tae, I know he’s your ex-“

“He’s literally my soulmate first, then my friend, then my ex.”

“Ugh, okay, he’s your mean soulmate, fine. I tried my best for you but we just don’t click.”

He shrugs, because it’s the truth.

Well, partially.

There’s also that other thing where he thinks about his mouth around his dick when he comes.

“You guys literally can’t stop talking during practice.”

Hoseok says then, as if that’s a good argument.

Jeongguk snorts.

“You should hear us once.”

He doesn’t think a nice thing has ever come out of Jimin’s mouth.

Hoseok doesn’t give up though.

“Okay so you lightly bicker-“

“We don’t bicker, we can’t stand each other.”

“Alright, well you better start liking him because you’re going on a double date with him tomorrow.”

Hoseok says, giving him his strict team captain look that makes Jeongguk feel fear by default. He looks at Taehyung for help, but is only met by the absolute sweetest pleading dark brown eyes.

Oh he’s so weak for him.

“I don’t- I don’t think-“

“Please.”

Jeongguk feels his heart tighten, and he groans.

“Fine.”

———————

He’s never been this nervous. Not even for getting his driver’s license, not for doing exams.

Yet, here he is, awkwardly waiting in a café booth. Because Hoseok decided a café would be the easiest place to get to know each other.

Worse is, he’s not even wearing his own clothes. He’s thrown out his bag of old clothes and hasn’t bought new ones, so he’s wearing Taehyung’s. He just feels and looks out of place.

When the girl, Yu-jun, shows up, Jeongguk can barely stand up. He feels like such a loser, ears burning with shame.

She bows politely, sits down across of him in the booth.

He has to admit, Hoseok does know his type. She looks sporty, black hair in a ponytail, oversized sweater on. It makes him instantly feel less nervous. Classy girls always feel so out of his league and intimidating.

“Did I make you wait?”

“No- no I was just- I’ve only been here 5 minutes.”

15, actually, but he won’t admit he’s that much of a loser.

She hides a smile by pressing her lips together, like she doesn’t believe him.

“Are you nervous?"

She asks.

if he says yes he’s gonna look like an idiot right? isn’t that a turn-off?

“No. Not at all. Are you?”

He tries to sound confident, adjusting in the booth to find the right position that looks manly and cool.

She snickers, hides her mouth behind her hand, sees right through him. Then she mirrors him, sitting back all coolly, lowering her voice.

“Me either.”

Oh god, he does sound like that. Not even 3 seconds in and she’s making fun of him. He feels a blush rush to his cheeks and then gives up the act.

“Okay, I’ve never been on a proper date.”

She laughs softly, waves her hand like it doesn’t matter.

“Don’t worry. It’s not my thing either. We can just order some drinks and wait for our friends to join. Seo-jun is usually quite talkative.”

Jeongguk nods in agreement, feels more at ease now. she seems quite easygoing.

He looks through the menu, thinks he might just get coffee. But when the waiter comes, she orders a beer, so he joins because he can definitely use some alcohol.

“Beer is your go to drink?”

He asks then, because usually the girls are more the wine drinkers. At least, Jae used to be.

“Yeah. I do like a good cocktail too though. But I get drunk easily so I’ll stick to beer.”

“Ah, got it.”

“You’re in your second year now?”

“Yeah I.. I study business communication.”

They go through the standard motion. The awkward where are you from, what do you do, what do you want to do for work.

She’s way more interesting than him. A dance major in her last year, aspiring to have her own dance studio to teach and go around the world to do competitions.

He’s about to ask about where she wants to travel when Jimin shows up. Jeongguk almost completely forgot they had a double date planned.

Jimin looks exceptionally good today. Jeongguk can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but there’s something about him that just looks.. different. Maybe the black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots are growing on him.

Maybe he’s always liked them.

“Hey Yu-jun.”

“Oh Jimin! I didn’t know you were single again?”

Apparently they know each other.

Oh right, Jimin is also a last year dance major. He kind of forgot about that.

The two of them talk a little, while Jeongguk studies Jimin over. He doesn’t think there’s anything different about his clothes, there’s just something about his face today.

When Jimin sits down next to him, and grants him a look, Jeongguk finally notices. He’s wearing make-up. Very light make-up, but it makes his eyes stand out more, and the balm on his lips makes them look even more plump. Usually he has more of a cute look going on, but this time he looks kind of..

“You look nice.”

It blurts out of his mouth before he can think, and it makes Jimin’s eyebrows raise.

“Uh, thanks.”

Right. Jimin.

Jeongguk hasn’t seen him since that day at the gym. Hasn’t stopped thinking about that day at the gym.

“So are you two close friends?” Yu-jun asks.

Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t think friend is really the word he’d use. Then again, it would be weird to say they’re just acquaintances since they’re on a double date.

“Very close, aren’t we?” Jimin asks with a small grin.

Oh god, will he have to pretend to like Jimin the whole night?

“Actually, he’s Taehyung’s best friend. So we know each other because of him.”

Jimin explains, making it sound more casual. Yu-jun hums. Seems like she knows who Taehyung is. Well, if her and Jimin are in the same class she might have seen them together.

“But we get along perfectly, right Jeonggukie?”

Jimin caresses through his hair, ruffles it like they’re great friends. It sends shivers down his spine, but he fakes a smile despite it.

“Yeah.. you’re like the brother I never had.”

Jimin chuckles at his response.

“Ah, Seo-jun!”

Yu-jun calls.

Jeongguk’s jaw almost drops when he sees the guy that’s supposed to be Jimin’s date for the night. It’s that same dude from the gym. The one that got his mouth fucked by Jimin.

Jeongguk casts a quick glance at Jimin next to him, sees a small smirk on those lips when he sees the guy. On the other hand, Seo-jun looks a little startled to see Jimin again.

They pretend they don’t know each other, politely introducing themselves.

Oh, this is gonna be so awkward.

———————

It’s a lot less awkward 5 beers in.

Seo-jun and Yu-jun seem tipsy already. Both of them have a pink blush dusting over their cheeks, voices raised a little as they’re lost in conversation together. Turns out they’re cousins, that’s why they’re so close.

Jimin elbows him lightly.

Jeongguk looks at him, sees that he’s also still quite unaffected. Jimin wordlessly nods to their empty glasses, then to the bar.

“Mm.”

He nods.

Jimin stands up, walks over to the counter. Jeongguk watches him from the back, can’t help it. His self-restraint has gone down a little because of the alcohol. And also, Jimin is wearing particularly tight skinny jeans. They hug around his thighs just right, stretching the fabric. Jeongguk’s mouth waters, remembers his dream from some time ago.

He wonders what they feel like.

What they taste like.

He notices the way Jimin walks too, how graceful but powerful his steps are. He carries himself like a runway model. Not to mention, he’s got really long legs. He could definitely be a model if he pursued it.

“Are you two exes?”

Jeongguk blinks out of his daze, looks back at Seo-jun who points at Jimin and him. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he shakes his head.

“No, I’m not into men.”

“Oh.. I don’t mean to be rude but, you stare at him quite a lot.”

Fuck.

He feels embarrassment prickle over his back, especially when Yu-jun nods in agreement.

“No no I- I just got lost in thoughts.”

“I don’t blame you, he’s really pretty.”

Seo-jun says then, trying to be nice, but instead it ticks Jeongguk off. His fist clenches and he has to look away to not show the expression on his face.

“Mm.”

He just hums, doesn’t confirm or deny it.

“Who’s pretty?”

Jimin asks, sitting back down next to Jeongguk in the booth. This time he’s closer though, their thighs press against each other under the table. He knows he should scooch over a bit, but he doesn’t want to.

When Jimin hands him beer and another tiny glass of some clear liquor, he feels even more special.

It’s dumb, but he kind of likes that Jimin paid for his drink. And gave him a shot. And not Seo-jun.

“You.”

He says after a sliver of bravery, picking up the tiny glass.

Jimin smiles, and it’s only the second time it’s directed at him. It’s fatal. A critical hit to the heart. Eyes disappearing into little crescents, full lips stretching over a pretty row of teeth.

Wow.

“Can’t stop talking about me Jeon? I was only gone for 2 minutes.”

“So long.”

Jeongguk counters.

Jimin chuckles, picks up his shot glass as well and clinks it together with his. There’s something about the way Jimin holds eye contact while downing his shot that makes Jeongguk’s toes curl.

It’s probably the alcohol.

———————

As the date goes on, Seo-jun and Yu-jun are lost in conversation about their childhood, talking about their family members, their get-togethers.

He doesn’t have much to bring in. Neither does Jimin. They kind of quietly drink and spectate. He looks over at Jimin, sees him listening intently to the stories, smiling along, though there’s something sullen about it.

Right, he only really knows about Jimin’s dad. Never really asked about his family situation, Taehyung didn’t know either.

“What about your family?”

Seo-jun asks Jimin, leaning over the table with a cheeky smile. Jeongguk almost huffs, catches himself just in time.

Jimin smiles wryly, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Happy family, very boring. Jeongguk’s story is quite interesting though.”

All eyes are suddenly on him, and he feels a lump in his throat. Should have known Jimin would pull something like this. He swallows, looks at the table.

“My uh.. my mom is a lawyer.”

“Oh, you’re a rich kid?”

Seo-jun asks.

Jeongguk blinks at the directness, feels his defences go up a bit. Because even though Seo-jun made it sound like an honest question, there’s something about the way he looks at him.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Yu-jun says quickly, small smile on her lips.

“It’s fine. Yes, I’m a rich kid.”

He says, not really eager to talk about it more than that.

Jimin is in the mood to poke though.

“Really? Hoseok says you’re stingy, so I thought your mom didn’t pay you anything.”

“Rich and stingy? That’s the worst type.” Seo-jun laughs.

Jeongguk pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Ah, you guys, we can just talk about something else.” Yu-jun says then, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yeah, let’s.” Jeongguk agrees. “Seo-jun, you’ve met Jimin at the gym before right?”

Seo-jun’s eyes widen when he mentions it, and Jimin’s hand is suddenly on Jeongguk’s thigh underneath the table, as a warning. He looks down, sees how Jimin’s small hand can barely curl around it.

Seo-jun just shrugs like it’s nothing serious, like nothing happened.

“Yeah I.. I’ve seen him once or twice.”

“No doubt you have.”

Jeongguk says, staring Seo-jun down until he averts his gaze, too embarrassed to look at him.

Jimin squeezes his thigh, and god, he kind of likes that. He feels heat lick up his face at the display of dominance, presses his thigh a little harder against Jimin’s.

“thought I saw you two sneak into the-”

“Jeon.”

Jimin’s tone is delicious. Jeongguk can almost not hide his smirk when he grants him a look. It’s nice to do this, to do what Jimin always does to him, getting under his skin on purpose.

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna bring you home. You apparently can’t handle your alcohol today.”

Jimin says, already standing up and grabbing his stuff. At first Jeongguk wants to object, just because he doesn’t want to agree with Jimin, also because he’s not that drunk. But the thought of leaving this awkward double date is too good to object to.

So he pretends to be a little more drunk than he is, wobbling as he stands up. Jimin grabs him by his wrist, like he can’t trust him walking on his own.

He lets Jimin say the awkward sorry and goodbyes, doesn’t even have the decency to look at Yu-jun and say goodbye himself. He just follows Jimin blindly, kind of relieved he doesn’t have to spend more time with people he doesn’t know.

When they’re outside, he fully expects Jimin to make snide comments, to tell him off. Instead, Jimin chuckles, hides his face behind his hand as he laughs, almost losing his balance.

Oh?

Jeongguk cocks his head, just stands there looking at Jimin laughing in the parking lot next to the café.

“What’s funny?”

He asks, at some point having to hold Jimin by his shoulders so he doesn’t fall over.

“Sorry, the look on Seo-jun’s face when you said that was just priceless. But I couldn’t laugh in there.”

Ah. Jimin wasn’t warning him to stop, he was warning him because he couldn’t hold his laughter. How could he forget Jimin is mean. He loves to drive people insane. Seeing Seo-jun flail and stutter must have been comedy to him.

Jimin sighs then, content.

“Anyway, now that I’ve got us out of there, Wanna go have some actual drinks?”

———————

That’s how they end up in Sway.

Never in a million years would he have guessed he'd leave a blind date just to go to an underground gay bar with Jimin. But here they are anyway, drinking together.

“By the way, sorry about putting the family question onto you. I just didn’t want them to ask questions about my dad.”

“It’s fine.”

Jeongguk brushes it off.

“But I am a little curious..” Jimin says, sipping from his drink. “you seemed a bit annoyed with the rich kid accusation..”

Jeongguk sighs. He doesn’t know if it’s a good idea to discuss this with Jimin, he’s not really fond of this subject in general.

But whatever.

“My mom earns a lot. My dad passed away a few years ago, so we got a lot of heritage money.”

“Ah..” Jimin nods. “Sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be.”

Just the thought of his father makes his blood boil.

Jimin’s eyes light up a little, and Jeongguk knows he just gave him more material to poke in. Even the tone of Jimin’s voice when he starts talking makes Jeongguk’s skin crawl.

“So…”

“Don’t.”

“Not only mommy but also daddy issues.. that’s a whole package right there.”

Jimin smirks lightly, gauging his reaction.

Jeongguk is surprisingly less annoyed than he thought he’d be. Probably the alcohol. He just shrugs, because it’s true.

“Whatever. What about you? Your mom I mean, you’ve never talked about her.”

Jimin’s lips purse when he mentions it, smirk wiped off his face instantly. Then he huffs out a laugh, as if it’s funny, but it sounds quite harsh.

“I’d let you know if she’d talk to me.”

Oh.

“She.. doesn’t talk to you?”

“Nope.”

Jimin finishes his whiskey in one go, doesn’t even pull a face. Jeongguk is quite sure it burns, but Jimin just orders another one like its lemonade. Now, his own tolerance is quite high, but that’s too much for him.

“Why not?”

He asks, taking a small sip of his whiskey, wondering how Jimin can just chug it.

“She’s ashamed of me.”

Jimin stares at the bar counter rather than at him, tapping his fingers on the wood.

“Oh.”

Jeongguk doesn’t ask why, because he knows why. Asking would only make it obvious. And Jimin doesn’t seem like he’s really waiting for that question. Instead Jeongguk just looks away as he mumbles an “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I don’t need her in my life. My dad is enough.”

Ah. At least he’s got one good parent. Jeongguk feels only slightly jealous as he imagines what it’s like to have a father figure.

“You know what? I didn’t come here to sulk about family life. Why don’t you tell me what you thought about Yu-jun?”

Jeongguk swallows at the switch of topic, has to get his mind out of the semi-depressed state it’s in.

“Uh..” he rubs the back of his neck. “Nice. I think. She looked nice.”

Jimin stares at him blankly, and Jeongguk feels the pressure to add more.

“U-uh, she’s got, you know, nice hair?”

“Nice hair?”

Jimin repeats, smile tugging on his lips.

Jeongguk averts his gaze, because honestly he didn’t really get to know her much. Usually when he’s piss drunk he stumbles onto a girl in the club and that’s good enough for him. Saves all the embarrassing talks like today.

“Yeah, sporty, I guess I like that?”

Jimin laughs.

“Okay. Sporty. What else do you like about women?”

For some reason, his mind is blank as he tries to come up with anything. What did he like about Jae?

“Legs?”

“Is that a question?”

“No, I like legs.”

Jeongguk tries to sound certain, looks at Jimin without breaking eye contact. But Jimin is not backing down, stares back just as hard.

“Alright. What do you like about legs?”

What kind of question is that? It feels like Jimin is interrogating him, like he doesn’t believe him for whatever reason. Does it sound that weird? It’s normal to like women’s legs right?

“I like.. you know, long legs? thick thighs..”

When he says it, his eyes automatically dart down to Jimin’s spread legs on the bar stool. His thighs look even bigger when sitting down.

Jimin raises a brow at him when he looks back up, so he coughs awkwardly, takes quite a large sip of his whiskey which burns his throat. At least it’s better than seeing the look on Jimin’s face when he drags out a “right.”

He needs to distract Jimin, needs to say something so this conversation doesn’t go down that road.

“So what did you like about Seo-jun? Except fucking his mouth.”

Oh, fuck.

His eyes widen when he’s already let it slip.

The silence is so loud, he cringes at it, looks at his empty glass as he awkwardly pushes it towards the bartender and asks for one more.

He can feel Jimin stare, tries to ignore it as long as possible but at some point he doesn’t have a choice. When he turns to look, Jimin is closer than before, looking at him with an unfathomable expression.

“Eavesdropping, were you?”

Jeongguk shakes his head.

“No- not like that. I just happened to be done and wanted to shower-“

“So you listened?”

“I didn’t listen.” He stresses. “I just overheard you say that specific thing and left.”

“What specific thing?”

“That- that you were gonna fuck his mouth.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn as he repeats it, finds out that’s exactly what Jimin wanted. The smirk growing on his lips says enough.

“Alright. Well, I’m not really into him, nor was his head any good, if you must know.” Jimin says, finally breaking eye contact and leaning back.

“I didn’t need to know.” Jeongguk assures.

Jimin chuckles at his discomfort. But at least he lets it go, doesn’t interrogate him any further.

Jeongguk sighs in relief. When he gets his new whiskey he immediately takes a sip, needs to get a little more drunk to be able to deal with Jimin.

“So what are you looking for? I mean, in a man?”

He asks, trying to open a bit more wholesome subject.

“Mm..” Jimin shrugs. “just someone who can handle me. In all aspects. Someone who makes me laugh, who isn’t afraid to show me love, hold my hand in public, that type of stuff.”

Jeongguk blinks at the uncharacteristically cute answer. He suddenly realises that when thinking of what he likes about women he only came up with legs. Fuck, that must have sounded so shallow.

Jimin sounds so.. honest when he talks about relationships, and that same feeling he’s had before suddenly resurfaces.

“Have you ever been in love?”

It catches Jimin off guard, stopping mid-sip to look at him with raised eyebrows. He slowly puts his glass back down.

“Uh.. yeah? Multiple times. And also with Taehyung? your best friend? Remember?”

Right. Fuck.

“Sorry- Yeah, I remember- I just..” he shakes his head to clear his mind. “I just mean, what does it feel like.. to fall in love?”

Why is he asking Jimin this in the first place? This is a one way ticket to get made fun of. He feels a blush already creeping up his neck, but Jimin doesn’t look like he finds it funny.

“Uh.. it’s hard to explain. I guess for me.. I notice that I just can’t get them out of my head, I catch myself daydreaming about the guy and stuff like that.”

Jeongguk hums along, even though he can’t relate. He’s not really ever been stuck on a girl like that.

“But it’s different for everyone I think. You probably have different feelings when you’re in love, right?”

Jimin asks, as if Jeongguk has any idea of what type of feelings he should feel. The only love he really feels is for Taehyung and Hoseok. And it feels protective and familiar, brotherly sometimes.

“I don’t know, I went on a date to find out what I should be feeling.”

Fuck that sounds so lame. He’s afraid of Jimin’s cruel laughter, another joke about how he hasn’t felt love from his mom, but this evening Jimin is full of surprises. He seems to be genuinely listening, just looking at him with an expression he can’t read.

“What feeling do you most remember from the date? was there anything that sparked something inside of you?”

Jeongguk tries to remember, to find anything about Yu-jun that stood out to him, but all that comes to mind is how absolutely breathtaking Jimin looked when he walked in.

But..

That’s.. that’s just because Jimin dressed up for the date. Jeongguk hadn’t seen him for some time and it was just the shock that made him feel like that.

Yeah.

And when Jimin smiled at him, that also.. made him feel something.

But that’s totally normal because Jimin never smiles around him so when he does it’s just notable.

Right?

Jimin cocks his head at him, waits for an answer. Jeongguk properly looks at him, at his features, at his eyes twinkling in the lights, his blonde hair falling over his forehead messily, his doll lips so pink and..

Oh god.

The feelings he had that stood out were all for Jimin.

He quickly looks at the bar instead, feels a knot in his stomach, unable to look Jimin in the eyes.

“No. There was nothing.”

“Ah.. that’s a pity. Yu-jun is very nice, a great dancer too. And she was very into you.”

Jeongguk snaps his head back, frowns.

“Into me? We barely spoke.”

Jimin snorts, shakes his head.

“She was looking at you.”

“So? Was she not supposed to look?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and groans. “No, I mean looking. You know? There’s looking and there’s looking.” He even makes hand gestures to stress the difference.

It’s very confusing.

“What are you on about?”

“Come on Jeon, don’t you know how to flirt?”

Jimin asks.

It’s embarrassing. Because honestly, he actually doesn’t know. He’s never had to, girls always came onto him, he never had to put in effort.

“I-I know.”

He denies, too proud to give Jimin another weak spot. But it’s too late anyway, Jimin sees through him immediately. There’s a look in those eyes that doesn’t bode well.

“Why don’t you go and seduce someone on the dance floor then? Show me your skills.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he looks at the dance floor with fear spreading through his chest.

“We’re- we’re at Sway. This isn’t my scene.”

As some would say.

“There’s loads of bi girls here. Go on.”

Jimin gestures at the dance floor, evil smile on his lips that makes Jeongguk shiver.

He hates Jimin with a passion.

But he does it anyway. Doesn’t want to lose, even though it’s not a bet. He just wants to prove something to Jimin.

When he awkwardly gets off the bar stool and looks at the crowded dance floor, he already wants to put his tail between his legs, but it’s Jimin’s: “Good luck. You’ll need it.” That really does it for him.

He flips Jimin off before he walks into the dancing crowd.

On the dance floor he’s lost. Too drunk to function properly, not drunk enough to feel no fear. Every girl he makes eye contact with is either with another girl, or with a group. It’s hard to wedge himself in between. Usually Hoseok and Taehyung are his wingmen, he never really had to prove his skills.

Honestly, he probably looks like a creep, just standing there alone, looking for a girl to seduce. He doesn’t dare to look at Jimin, already knows he’s laughing at him from the bar.

It gets busier and busier with the second, he gets pressed against random people dancing, drinks spill over him, hands brush over his body.

Then he feels two hands sneak around his waist, a body pressing against his back.

Startled, he looks over his shoulder, sees a guy look back at him with a drunk smile. The guy is handsy, squeezing his waist, then going towards his hip and pulling his ass is against his crotch.

He gasps, manages out of the guy’s grip, wants to ask what the fuck he’s doing, but he feels another hand on his shoulder then. Jimin has made his way there, and pulls him closer to his side, keeps eye contact with the guy that was grinding against him.

Jeongguk looks between the two of them. They seem to know each other. And not in a good way because he hasn’t seen Jimin look this pissed before: eyebrows furrowed, jaw squared. It’s quite hot.

It makes him kind of jealous, he thought only he had the privilege of seeing that simmering hatred.

“Oh Jimin, sorry, is he yours?”

The guy asks over the music. There’s something about the smile on his lips that makes Jeongguk’s skin crawl.

“Yes, keep your hands off, Dae-hyun.”

Jimin curls his hand around Jeongguk’s waist, holds him tightly. It’s so possessive that Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up, feels his skin glow where Jimin touches him.

Apparently he’s Jimin’s boyfriend right now. He doesn’t know why, just knows that Jimin needs him to play along, so he tries to act like it’s completely normal.

“It’s not my fault they always come to me. If you let them roam freely they’re gonna want bigger and better, you know?”

Dae-hyun smirks.

Jeongguk feels Jimin’s hand clench around his waist.

“Oh spare me. Always boasting about your size when you don’t even know how to use it. You have more dick in your personality than your pants.”

Dae-hyun laughs at that, tilts his head and coos at Jimin.

“Ahw, that's not what your ex said when I fucked him all night.”

Jimin freezes next to him.

Oh. The pieces suddenly click together. This is Jimin’s ex. The one Taehyung slept with accidentally. The cause of their falling out. Adrenaline rushes through Jeongguk’s body, and he doesn’t think twice when he pushes Dae-hyun back.

“You miserable piece of shit.”

He doesn’t know where he’s got the courage from, but Dae-hyun stumbles back a little, then laughs it off like it doesn’t affect him. Instead he looks over Jeongguk’s shoulder and raises a brow at Jimin.

“You’re just gonna let your boyfriend handle it for you?”

“Hey.”

Jeongguk calls, demanding attention. He steps into Dae-hyun’s personal space, forcing him to look at him. He’s genuinely pissed. Using Taehyung to get to Jimin like that, it makes his blood boil.

“I know you were trying to get Jimin’s attention by fucking his ex, but you know what? he’s never gonna want you back.”

Dae-hyun squares his jaw, but still tries to keep that smug smile on his face, pretending he’s totally cool, unaffected.

“Oh by all means, you can suck his dick. I don’t care.”

“Oh I do.” Jeongguk counters. “I let him fuck my mouth every night. You must know how good he is at that.”

The hint of jealousy in Dae-hyun’s eyes is enough to make Jeongguk push even harder. He doesn’t care that he’s lying, just can’t stand to see someone like him think he’s all that. He needs to be humbled.

“Do you miss it? The way he spits in your mouth, makes you swallow all of it? Be honest.”

“Oh fuck off-“

“You should have realised what you were giving up.”

Jeongguk says, clicking his tongue in disappointment and shaking his head. He knows he’s got Dae-hyun up the wall. The guy looks seconds away from punching him in the face.

Good.

Just a little more.

“He’s all mine now.”

Jeongguk adds, just because. Just because he likes to see how Dae-hyun is going insane on the inside. That slight twitch of his eye, the way the corner of his mouth tugs down. Jeongguk knows it must have hit exactly the right spot.

Jimin pulls him by his arm, succeeds in dragging him away. He keeps smirking at Dae-hyun until he isn’t in sight anymore. Only then realises the things he said.

Might have gone a little too far there.

When Jimin has dragged him all the way over to the other side of the dance floor, Jeongguk expects some sort of pissed “I could have handled that” but instead, Jimin looks at him like he’s pleasantly surprised.

“What the fuck was that?”

Jimin asks, or laughs? He’s sort of giggling, covering his mouth with his hand.

At least he’s not angry.

“Sorry.” Jeongguk still feels the adrenaline rush, breathes out a laugh as well. “He was getting on my nerves.”

“No shit."

Jimin laughs, shaking his head, slapping him on his chest. Jeongguk finds himself smiling along. It’s contagious.

“That was priceless Jeon. Where did that come from?”

“Probably from arguing with you all the time.”

Honestly, Jimin has made him like this. Always ready for an argument, trying to find the weak spots. Or maybe it was Jae, he shouldn’t give Jimin all the credit.

“I wish I could see that again. That was the highlight of this double date really.”

Jimin says, shaking his head in disbelief. When he’s all done, he looks up at Jeongguk, still smiling brightly, eyes little crescents, cheeks a little red from drinking.

“Thanks.”

Oh.

Jeongguk has to look away, because something about that makes his nerves jump around like crazy.

“It was nothing.”

Demon. Park Jimin is a demon. He needs to remind himself of it because that innocent sweet smile is fooling him.

“Why- uh- why did you date that guy? He seems like a dick.”

Jeongguk asks, trying to change the subject.

“At the time I thought I needed someone like him.”

Jimin shrugs, leaning back against one of the pillars in the middle of the club. He looks so effortlessly pretty in the flickering lights. Leaning one foot back against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted up as he looks back at him.

“At what time?”

Jeongguk asks, leaning closer so Jimin can hear him over the music. Jimin raises a brow at him, easy smile on his face.

“What’s this? want to get to know me better?”

“Well, we are technically on a double date.“

He uses it as an excuse, doesn’t want to admit that he’s the tiniest bit interested in Jimin’s private life.

Jimin chuckles, looks down as he nods a few times. There’s something magnetic about him today, Jeongguk can’t help but lean a little closer, likes the sound of Jimin chuckling, doesn’t want it to fade away behind the music.

When Jimin looks up, there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “Right, we’re moving very fast. You even called me yours already.” He says, tilting his head right after and looking at him with a gaze that’s just-

It’s so attractive, Jeongguk feels like he’s being tested. A little starstruck, he leans even closer, pointing at his ear to indicate Jimin needs to repeat it, forgot to listen to him.

Jimin leans in, lips brushing against his earlobe as he whispers.

“You called me yours.”

Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat and he has to remind himself that this is just pretend. This is playful, Jimin always does things like this.

Breathe.

“You- you started that, called me your boyfriend.”

“You played along.”

Jimin says, quirking a brow once.

“I just didn’t like how he talked about Taehyung.”

“Ah right, it’s all about Taehyung.”

Jimin says, rolling his eyes. Jeongguk just stares at him, doesn’t have anything to say. And so, Jimin leans closer this time.

“Especially that part about me fucking your mouth every night, that was all for Taehyung hm?”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, blush now reaching his cheeks. When he scans over Jimin’s face there’s something about it..

Jimin doesn’t know, does he?

“So specific too. Spitting in your mouth, making you swallow all of it. Where did you get that inspiration?”

Jimin asks, voice a little breathy, eyes darting over his lips for a split second.

Oh fuck.

Jimin knows.

Even if Jeongguk had an excuse, with Jimin watching him like this he can’t fathom words. He just feels his hands get sweaty, caught in his web. Doesn’t notice how he leans into it, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Don’t know..” He says, fighting for his life not to look down at Jimin’s lips as well. Their eye contact is static, something he’s never experienced before. “Must have been some cheap porn.”

“Mm.” Jimin hums, doesn’t believe him.

Jeongguk feels Jimin’s hand on his chest then, carefully caressing over his pec, gauging his reaction.

Fuck.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he lets him, allows Jimin to touch. His body reacts automatically, flexing and leaning into it, touch-starved.

He is letting his guard down way too much, he shouldn’t indulge in this. However, his own hand curls around Jimin’s waist without his permission. He looks down, tries to let go, but he’s just pulling Jimin closer.

Fuck, this is bad.

Jimin gets more careless when he leans in, pressing his lips against his ear when he whispers.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Jeongguk can’t help it, darts his eyes down to take in Jimin’s plump lips, so shiny with that balm, illuminated by the club lights. He can see perfectly well how they stretch into a smirk.

He wants to taste them so bad.

“Did you listen?”

Jimin asks, now caressing down to play with the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt, pulling it out of his waistband so he can sneak his hand under it. Skin against skin, Jimin’s hand on his body, running over his abs.

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pounding against his chest, knows he should stop him, but it feels so good. It feels so good to be desired, to know Jimin of all people is unable to keep his hands off him.

He only notices how heavy he’s breathing when he leans closer to Jimin’s neck. Waterlilies and orange blossoms fill his senses, and he feels his entire body tingle with desire.

“I- I listened.”

He admits, cheeks burning as he lets his hand slide down to Jimin’s hip, squeezing it. His other hand curls around Jimin’s waist as well, possessive and needy, dying to finally have someone to feel up.

“Of course you did. Listened to all of it hm?”

Jimin whispers, pulling him closer so that their bodies slot together. Jeongguk’s thigh is pressed snugly between Jimin’s, closing him in against the wall. And fuck, this shouldn’t be happening.

It shouldn’t be happening at all, but Jimin fists a hand in his hair and pulls on it, sending an electric shock through his body.

“fuck.”

“Listened to every word I said, didn’t you?”

Jimin’s eyes demand an answer, and Jeongguk can only nod, feeling the grip on his hair tighten. He hates how much he likes the pain, hates that he likes being manhandled by Jimin.

When he feels something twitch against his thigh he doesn’t comprehend it at first, thinks that it’s Jimin’s hand. But then when it twitches again and presses against his thigh harder, he connects the dots.

Fuck.

Jeongguk’s gasps as he feels Jimin’s cock getting hard against his thigh. He doesn’t know how to react, wants to feel discomfort, but it just turns him on.

Jimin looks at him with quite a wild look in his eyes, like he doesn’t care where they are, he just wants to have him.

“Did you like it?”

Jeongguk swallows at the question, feels how his body runs hot under his gaze, how his hands can’t leave Jimin’s body, holding onto him tighter. And then he slips up, eyes darting down to Jimin’s lips once more, but this time he can’t tear them away.

Pretty, pink, full lips.

He nods then, mind completely blank.

“Fuck. I’m gonna kiss you.”

Jimin warns him, fisting his hair tightly, leaning in close so their lips align. Jeongguk’s heartbeat is in his throat, and his eyes flutter shut when he feels Jimin’s breath ghost over his lips.

“Speak up if you don’t want me to.”

He hates that Jimin gives him a choice to back down, hates that he can’t make any excuses now. Can’t say Jimin didn’t warn him, can’t say he didn’t give him a chance to stop this from happening.

He knows he’s fucked when 5 seconds pass and he can’t bring himself to object. He's opened and closed his mouth several times, but he just can’t say it.

Jimin’s lips all but crash against his own, there’s nothing sweet about it. It’s carnal and desperate, and nothing like he’s ever experienced before. For a few seconds he can’t keep up with it, can’t comprehend what’s happening, but then he finally gives in as well.

He ravishes Jimin’s lips, tilts his head and kisses him like he’s been wanting to for a long time. They’re just as soft as they look, slotting between his own, capturing his lips over and over again. His hands roam over Jimin’s body, needing to feel every curve, every muscle, every bit of exposed skin.

It’s so different, but so exciting. Something about the way Jimin kisses him with so much vigour, it’s just incomparable. This marks the first time he’s ever felt the desire to kiss someone. A feeling of pure need running through his veins. A feeling he’s never experienced with women.

The way Jimin moans into his mouth sends shivers down his spine, makes him eager to draw out more of those sounds. And Jimin is just as greedy, hands all over his body like this is the one chance he gets to feel him up. They kiss like it’s long overdue, like they need to make up for lost time.

When Jimin licks into his mouth Jeongguk’s eyes roll back a little. And when Jimin bites on his tongue he feels his cock twitch.

He sucks on Jimin’s plush lower lip, can’t believe he’s resisted this for so long, that aftertaste of whiskey. Then he tangles his hands in Jimin’s hair, roams through it aimlessly as he kisses him absolutely breathless.

Jimin’s moans get even more addictive, he relishes the way Jimin has to stop to pant softly in between kisses. Never for long though, because the sight of those swollen lips drives Jeongguk insane, and he can’t give them a second of rest.

But then Jimin arches his body off the wall, presses his cock harder against his thigh. It catches Jeongguk off guard, so he breaks the kiss.

Reality hits him the moment he looks into Jimin’s eyes. Everything around him stops for a moment, and he sees the damage he’s done. Jimin’s blonde hair is a complete mess, his eyes hooded and unfocused, cheeks rosy, his lips look utterly ruined.

Fuck.

They just kissed.

He kissed a guy.

He kissed his best friend’s ex boyfriend.

He kissed Jimin.

Jimin seems to realise it too, eyes wide, guilt written all over his face. They detach from each other rather quickly, putting space between them.

“Fuck, sorry-“

“I’m sorry-“

Jeongguk swallows, heart still racing as he averts his gaze. He can’t breathe properly, can’t even think. Kissing seemed like such a good idea up til now.

Taehyung is going to hate him.

Fuck.

He can’t deal with it. Can’t talk to Jimin right now, can barely even look at him.

So he does what a coward does best: he runs.

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Chapter 9 >