In Close Quarters • Chapter 2 • 5.1K (Patreon)

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Jeongguk jerks awake by the sound of his commander’s voice. Unusual activity outside of the barracks. It’s the middle of the night. The entire unit gets sent out on inspection patrol.

He doesn’t have time to think, nor talk, though when he sees Jimin dress up he feels a pang of discomfort. The texts of just hours ago pop up in his mind and he feels somewhat ashamed.

They probably never would have done this under different circumstances. If he would have told the before enlistment Jeongguk that he would end up sexting Jimin he’d probably have laughed at himself.

He wonders what Jimin thinks, if he feels the same.

Now is probably not the time and place, but it’s eating at him, especially since he didn’t get a text back. So once they’re outside, he manoeuvres himself through the people until he’s caught up with Jimin, walking next to him for a full minute, just following standard procedure.

They reach the edge of the perimeter, kind of secluded from the rest of their unit.

“Hyung.”

“Mm?”

“The.. uhm.. the texts..”

He starts, waiting for any kind of acknowledgement, but Jimin gnaws on his lower lip, has this look in his eyes like he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“That was-“

“It was a mistake.”

Jimin fills it in.

Jeongguk agrees, but it still feels like a punch in the gut.

“Yeah.”

He nods, trying to push the feeling down.

“I shouldn’t have asked about your dream I just..” Jimin averts his gaze, clicks his tongue. “It’s difficult, not having anyone..”

“Yeah, I get it.” Jeongguk leans against some stacked boxes. “I think we both just acted on a whim.”

“Exactly.” Jimin grasps onto it, dares to look at him again with newfound hope. “It was just the heat of the moment.”

Jeongguk feels some of the tension dissipate, and he nods along.

“Right, it’s just- the circumstances here-“

“The circumstances and like- cause we’re best friends it’s easier to cross that line-“

“Exactly. It’s just because there’s no other option to-“

“Yeah. god, I’m so glad you think the same way.” Jimin says, hand over his heart. “I thought you were gonna avoid me.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, wants to say something else but their commander’s voice sounds.

“Unit C, report!”

Jimin gives him a small smile, and bumps his shoulder against his as they walk back.

“Can’t really avoid each other here anyway.”

Jeongguk mumbles to himself.

———————

They don’t talk about it after that.

Jeongguk wishes he could say that things went back to normal but that’s not the case either.

Because as soon as he lies in bed, he thinks about those texts again. He tosses and turns but can’t get it out of his mind, has to reread to make sure it happened.

He opens the chat with Jimin, eyes flying over the screen.

I want to fuck your mouth

God.

Fuck.

He turns on his back, runs a hand through his hair and pulls on the strands a little. He can’t believe Jimin said that. It somehow doesn’t feel like a heat of the moment thing at all. It’s too personal to be a mistake.

If it were really the heat of the moment it wouldn’t have been so specific.

He wouldn’t have said he liked Jimin’s boots. What the fuck was that about?

Did I make you come on them?

Heat rushes up his neck, the image slowly unfolding in his mind; Jimin with those pretty long legs, those military boots on, all strapped up, ordering him to come on them.

Shit, he’s getting hard again.

You wanna fuck me?

His eyelids sink a little, and for the first time he thinks about it. what would it be like to fuck Jimin.

Jimin’s ass has always been soft. He’s slapped and squeezed it so many times, even massaged it some mornings when they shared a bed. Never really in a sexual way, he just likes the feeling.

Now, however, he wonders what it feels like to rub his cock between them. Would it feel warm? soft? Maybe with some lotion he could lube himself up, make it slide easier. What would Jimin’s rim look like? He likes to wax his legs, maybe he likes it smooth everywhere..

He licks his lips, lets his hand slide down over his bulge, rubs over the fabric. he shouldn’t be touching himself to this, shouldn’t even entertain the thought, but he’s lost in it.

What would it feel like? Anal? He’s always been a little curious about that. He’s fucked a few girls doggystyle, looked at their rim with faint interest, wanted to touch but never did.

Would it be tighter?

The curiosity eats at him, until he looks at his phone and realises he could just look it up. He quickly puts in his earphones, types in his favourite porn site.

This is new. He’s never looked up anal before. It feels wrong, so he just hides under the blanket, turns his brightness all the way down.

He finds a simple video, just a pov of a cock rubbing between nice big cheeks. Her rim is pink, looks pretty, already slick with lube. The guy in the video slowly pushes a finger inside.

Jeongguk gasps softly, slips his hand into his underwear, curls it around his cock. He touches himself at the same pace the guy fingers her, finds himself sweating in anticipation, wondering if the guy’s cock can even fit inside.

Would Jimin even consider it? He doubts it. Jimin has a lot of pride, and he loves reminding him that he’s 2 years older, he’d probably feel embarrassed.

Somewhere, somehow, the idea makes him burn up even more. Jimin rendered to a blushing mess.. bent over, telling him that he’s older, that he’s supposed to be the top.

He moans softly, rubs his thumb over the head of his cock. A pitchy moan sounds in his ear then, and he startles, completely forgot he was watching porn.

He looks at the screen and sees how the guy is already halfway inside of her. His mouth waters, because the guy struggles even putting it in.

Jimin would probably be so tight..

“Mmh..”

Shit, that was loud.

He gets a kick against his mattress, a groan from someone else in the room.

“Shut up Jeon, or do you want spend another afternoon doing laundry?”

Fuck.

He feels his cheeks burn, locks his phone, stops jerking off.

It’s gonna be one of those long nights where he’s too horny to fall asleep.

———————

“Ngh-“

Jeongguk wakes up in cold sweat, afraid he’s having another wet dream.

He touches himself over the fabric of his underwear, feels that he’s semi-hard, but no one is telling him to shut up, his bunk buddy isn’t kicking against his mattress.

“Mmh..”

That’s not even him moaning, it sounds like-

Jeongguk whips his head towards the room, can’t see anything in the dark. But he knows that voice like the back of his hand. It’s high and mellow and-

“A-ah..”

Fuck, that’s Jimin.

He holds his breath, stares into the darkness, focuses solely on the sound of Jimin’s laboured breathing, high and airy moans falling from his lips every other few seconds.

Holy shit.

His cock stands up straight within seconds, and he slips his hand into his underwear, doesn’t even give the morality or ethics of this a second of thought.

He just listens to Jimin’s angelic, pretty moans, tries to get adjusted to the dark to see if he’s touching himself, if he’s rutting against the mattress.

“Nngh-“

Fuck, Jimin is way too loud. He must be having a wet dream, unaware of his surroundings.

Jeongguk swallows, touches himself shamelessly to his best friend’s moans. Wishes it was him, wishes he could make Jimin sound like that.

The moans get more desperate by the minute, as if he’s getting closer to his orgasm. It practically echoes against the walls, and Jeongguk suddenly wonders why no one is telling Jimin to shut up.

Whenever he gets too loud, he gets a kick and the entire unit telling him to shut the fuck up. Yet, Jimin is moaning and panting and whimpering- god fuck.. and no one is saying a goddamn thi-

His bed moves.

His bed is shaking as if-

as if his bunk buddy is getting off.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes wide, concentrates on the other sounds in the room, hears the unmistakable sound of more than a few guys getting off.

What the fuck.

Is everyone just simultaneously getting off? Did they make a pact to not tell on each other for just one night or something? That doesn’t make any sense-

“Ah- nngh-“

Jimin sounds so fucking close, and some other guys in the room curse under their breath and pick up the pace and Jeongguk finally puts two and two together.

They’re listening to Jimin too.

Why would they tell him to shut up but listen to Jimin? What kind of-

“Mmh-“

Oh.

Jimin’s high moans in the pitch dark could easily pass as the moans of a woman.

Jeongguk’s jaw drops, his sense of responsibility kicking in. Along with a pang of jealousy, spreading through his entire body when he realises the sounds aren’t just for him.

And though he would love nothing rather than to hear Jimin come, he doesn’t want to share it with the entire fucking unit.

So he gets out of his bed, and makes his way over to Jimin’s bunk bed. He hunches and sits down on the mattress, can barely make out Jimin’s shape, but he gently nudges him, feels how hot his body is, damp with sweat.

“Hyung, you’re keeping everyone up.”

Jimin pants, then mutters something, doesn’t wake up, so Jeongguk shakes him by his shoulder until he does.

“Mm? Night patrol?”

“No hyung, it’s me.”

“Jeonggukie?”

“Yeah.”

“Something going on? We need to get up?”

Jimin leans up on his elbows, rubs one of his eyes.

“No, you were just waking everyone up.”

“Me?”

“You were uh.. dreaming.”

He lowers his voice. The window allows in a little moonlight, illuminates the delicate features of Jimin’s face. His eyes are puffy, lips even plumper than usual, the cupid bow of his top lip faded into this round soft shape, and Jeongguk feels a burning desire in his gut to close the distance.

“Fuck- did I.. was I making sounds?”

Jimin asks, sitting up now.

Jeongguk nods, cock still half-hard as a result.

“Fuck, sorry.”

Jimin puts his face in his hands, he’s probably mortified.

Jeongguk travels his eyes over his exposed skin, arms, chest and ribcage tattoo visible, the rest hidden behind a blanket.

“It’s fine.” He travels his eyes back up, pets Jimin’s short hair. “I know what it’s like.”

Jimin lifts his head up to look at him, droopy eyes catching the moonlight, cheeks and nose a little rosy.

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pick up, nerves surging through his veins. He’s realised it many times before, but somehow now it’s more prominent than ever.

Jimin is beautiful.

Jimin is so pretty, bare-faced, short black hair, skin glowing.

“Uhm, thanks for waking me up.”

Jeongguk snaps out of it, sees how Jimin averts his eyes and leans back. Shit, he must have been staring too long.

“Right- uh.. no problem.” He quickly stands up, bumps his head against the top bunk, hisses in pain. “Sorry- see you tomorrow.”

When he gets back on his bed, he lies awake for the remaining hours, unable to slow down his heartbeat.

What even was Jimin dreaming about?

———————

He’s nervous for the morning shower. Usually it’s one of the few moments he gets to relax, hot water easing his muscles, calming his mind.

Now, however, he’s just staring at the tiles on the wall, hoping time will go faster.

It took him some time to get used to communal showers, thought he’d finally gotten adjusted to it. But Jimin is showering right next to him and he doesn’t want to look over.

Or, well, maybe the problem is that he wants to look over. He’s curious, even though he’s seen Jimin’s body millions of times. Worse is that it’s in his peripheral anyway, he can make out vaguely the shape of Jimin’s body.

It’s been so long since he felt someone up, even just a hug, a kiss, he misses intimacy. Under the shower is the perfect place to just press himself up against Jimin’s back, cage him in against his body, nuzzle his face into his neck.

Maybe if he approached it that way, Jimin wouldn’t mind it so much if he let his hands slide down to cup his ass cheeks, just massaging them for a while, nothing suspicious.

Ah, he needs to know what gets Jimin going, if he could just play to those weaknesses; maybe kissing his neck, or touching his nipples, or whispering in his ear, didn’t he say he likes imagining someone talking him through it? Maybe that’s what he was dreaming about too..

He’s got to find out what that was all about, needs to know what got him moaning so desperately.

God.. what if it was about him?

“Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk snaps out of his fantasy, whips his head towards Jimin, who nods his head towards the exit.

Ah, time’s up. They need to get dressed. He didn’t even hear the alarm.

Jimin walks out first, flashes Jeongguk with his back. Moon tattoos cover Jimin’s spine, water droplets run down over them, sliding easily along the curve of his back, down to his ass. He watches it with his eyes glazed over, follows him into the changing rooms.

It’s only there that he realises he’s semi-hard, so he quickly hides his bulge behind his hand, makes a b-line to his towel and wraps it around his hips.

God, it’s getting worse.

He sits down on the bench, pinches the bridge of his nose. He can’t go around fantasising about Jimin in public spaces like this. It’s risky, not to mention unethical. But his mind is all mush since last night, he can still hear Jimin moan and whimper on repeat.

When he looks up he finds Jimin getting dressed across of him, fitting his ass snugly in black boxers, thighs all big and defined ever since they started training here. He didn’t think he’d ever be attracted to muscles but seeing Jimin’s fit body has him hypnotised.

He travels his eyes up over Jimin’s slim waist, the nevermind tattoo on his ribcage, his pecs a little more buff now. He follows the pretty lines of his collarbones up to his elegant neck, his sharp jawline, those doll lips, narrow eyes.

Jimin is looking at him.

Shit.

He averts his gaze, needs to put some clothes on but he’s got a situation between his legs and he doesn’t want anyone to find out.

“You alright?”

Jimin asks.

Jeongguk looks up, feels heat rush up his neck.

“Yeah. Just go ahead, I’ll be right out.”

He tries to sound casual, nods his head to the door.

Jimin hesitates for a while, but then nods and heads out.

Jeongguk groans as soon as he’s alone, rests his head against the tiles behind him. It’s definitely getting worse.

———————

It’s cold out.

They’re on night patrol together, slowly walking over the perimeter. It’s one of the few times he gets to talk to Jimin in private, and he’s still burning with the question.

Would it be weird to ask? Then again, Jimin asked about his dream too.

He looks over, waits until they’re far enough removed from another unit’s post until he gathers the courage to ask.

“You uh.. had a good dream last night?”

Jimin makes a sound like he’s embarrassed, shakes his head.

“My god, I got so many looks from our unit today.”

Jeongguk bets. All those bastards were listening. He’s given every single one of them a hard stare today.

“You were pretty loud.”

“Not half as loud as you I bet.”

Jimin counters, quirking a brow.

Jeongguk shakes his head.

“No, you were definitely louder.”

“I don’t want to believe you but seeing as you had to wake me up..” Jimin sighs, accepting his loss. “I honestly didn’t think it’d happen to me.”

Jeongguk nods slowly, though there’s another question that burns on his tongue. The mood is light, but he knows if he’ll ask it will turn around. He waits until they arrive at their next post where they have to stay for a while.

“What.. uhm, what did you dream about?”

He looks away, keeps his tone light.

It’s silent for a while, as if the weight of his question sinks in, and Jimin is contemplating whether or not he should answer.

“Wanna know?”

Jeongguk feels that first tingle run through his body. The one he had last time when they talked about Jimin’s fantasies.

When he looks at Jimin, the mere eye contact makes him shudder.

“Yeah.”

Jimin looks around to check their vicinity, then takes a step back, until his back hits the wall. Jeongguk joins him, presses up against his shoulder.

“I was having a threesome.”

Jeongguk can’t help but gasp. Of all things Jimin could have dreamed about, he hadn’t thought about this option.

“With- with two girls?”

Jimin looks at him for a long second, then nods, and Jeongguk can’t help his curiosity.

“Have- have you ever had one? In real life?”

“No.” Jimin chuckles. “No, not my thing.”

Good. Somehow, if it were true, Jeongguk would have been really jealous.

“It was a bit blurry, but I remember being pressed up between bodies.”

Jeongguk’s mouth waters. The idea of two women pressing up against him.. he’s never really thought about it before, but the warmth and the softness all around must be really nice.

“And- and then?”

“Mm.” Jimin looks at him, eyes glinting. “Just made out for a while..”

He can’t help it, his eyes dart down to Jimin’s lips for a fraction of a second.

How.. how would it feel?

Heat flares up at his face, and he leans in a little more. He hasn’t felt this desire to kiss anyone in ages, to be honest, it’s been so long ago that he forgot how exhilarating it is.

“And after that?”

If Jimin notices the proximity he doesn’t seem to care, doesn’t move away.

“I think one of them.. kissed down my body, said he wanted to suck me off.”

Jeongguk tenses up a little, sweat breaks out on his skin. He’s sure he just heard Jimin say he instead of she, and that somehow makes it even hotter.

Jimin’s eyes widen, probably also notices his slip-up. Jeongguk doesn’t wanna make a thing out of it now, too into the story, he just wants to know more.

“Did you.. did you let him?”

Jimin looks at him, eyes still wide, but he gathers his composure, nods shortly.

“Only- only after he begged.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk swallows, pants starting to get really tight around his crotch. Even porn doesn’t get him going like this. There’s something about them having to be quiet, about Jimin saying all of these things.

“You.. like making them beg?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, eyes overcast by something darker, something Jeongguk hasn’t seen before. “Want them desperate.”

Jeongguk bites on his lower lip, ears burning up. His cock twitches, and he hovers his weapon in front of it to hide it.

“How- how did you make him beg?”

Jimin’s eyes dart down to his lips once.

Jeongguk feels an electric shock run down his spine.

“I have my ways.”

Jimin looks back up, a clear challenge in his eyes.

Jeongguk only now notices how he’s barely breathing. He leans in a little closer.

“Tell me.”

He knows Jimin notices too, how hot it’s gotten despite the freezing cold outside. This air that hangs around them. It’s thick, and kind of wrong.

“I just played with myself, only let him watch.”

Jeongguk feels his throat run dry, remembers his own dream where Jimin was jerking off right in front of his face. He’s so hard, wants to just rub against something to release some tension. He’s not sure how safe it is to rub against his weapon but it’s the only thing besides Jimin that is in his vicinity.

“And- and the other person?”

He asks, pressing the grip of his K7 against his bulge, soft sigh of relief escaping him.

“Mm.. he was watching us.”

Another he.

Jimin had a dream about two guys.

It’s only this time around that it hits him. How Jimin hesitated when he asked if he dreamed about two girls, how Jimin looks at him right now.

Something instantly clicks. Maybe it’s because he’s known Jimin so long that he just understands every small change of expression, or maybe it’s his gut feeling, but he gets it now.

Jimin is gay.

Even though he’s known him almost all his life he’s never once thought about it, but now that he knows it feels like he’s known since forever.

Of course Jimin is gay. It feels so natural, it feels way more natural than Jimin never anticipating in any conversation about love and dating. Way more natural than Jimin saying he doesn’t remember what it’s like to be in love. Way more natural than Jimin saying he’s not really looking for anything.

A soft “oh” leaves his lips, and then it’s silent for a while.

Now that he knows Jimin was having a dream about two guys, it sets something on fire inside of him. The idea of Jimin being pressed between two guys, touched by them, making out with them. It’s so obscene and different and something about it is triggering him in a way he hasn’t felt before.

Something about Jimin being touched by some guy, it’s.. fuck, it’s just sort of weird? He doesn’t know what the to think about it other than some weird sense of protection.

“If you- if you don’t wanna hear any more then-“

“No I- I want to.”

He doesn’t want Jimin thinking that he doesn’t approve. It’s the opposite really, he’s somehow relieved along with all other things. As if he’s been holding this secret for him as well.

Jimin blinks a few times, then averts his gaze, cheeks a little pink.

“The- uh.. the guy watching us was getting off.”

Ah.

He thought it would make him feel weird but it still makes his dick twitch just hearing Jimin say it.

“You uh..” he swallows. “You like being watched?”

Jimin nods, licks his lips.

Jeongguk follows the motion, breathes out against the cold air, sees how it fogs up.

“I.. I was kind of giving him a show.” Jimin looks back up at him. “I mean, I was.. you know, in one guy’s mouth, but it was all for the guy watching.”

Fuck.

He checks the perimeter, heart beating in his throat. It’s so fucking embarrassing but he’s hard and horny and needs some sort of release. He rubs the grip of his weapon against his cock, tries to make it seem like a natural motion, hopes Jimin doesn’t notice.

“So- so the guy watching didn’t join?”

He asks.

“He did, actually.” Jimin’s eyes glaze over a little. “He uh.. wanted to fuck my mouth.”

Shit.

He can’t help it, eyes sinking to take in Jimin’s lips once more. They.. they’re so fucking pretty. His mouth around a cock is something he’d pay to watch. Now that he thinks about it, all the pov blowjob porn he’s ever watched has involved women with plush lips, just like Jimin’s.

He ruts lightly against the grip, but it’s all hard and cold, nothing like that soft, pink mouth that he’s looking at.

Fuck, that mouth that he’s still looking at.

He forces himself to look up.

“I let him.”

Jimin says, sends a shock through Jeongguk’s body.

His brain short-circuits, mind flashing with an image of some guy fucking Jimin’s mouth. It’s not right. It- it feels wrong.

“You- you can’t just let any guy do that.”

“No?” Jimin quirks a brow. “Even if it’s just a dream?”

Jeongguk feels his face burn up a bit, doesn’t know why it affects him so much.

“I mean, yeah. Even then, you can’t just-“ he shakes his head “you can’t.”

Jimin chuckles softly

“Why not?”

“You just can’t hyung.”

He averts his gaze, afraid that Jimin can see something that he doesn’t want to acknowledge is there.

“It was you, actually.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, his heart skips a beat. He stares into the distance for a while because it’s safer, but inside of him everything goes up in flames.

Jimin. Jimin had a sex dream about him. Jimin dreamed.. that he fucked his mouth. Jimin let him fuck his mouth. Jimin was putting on a show for him.

“So, we’re even now. You had a dream about me, I had one about you.”

Jimin says it so lightly, like it’s nothing.

Jeongguk’s throat is dry, and he’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. Nothing really registers, except for his heart pounding against his chest.

“I.. you.. let me?”

He dares to look at Jimin, eyes lingering on his lips, drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He’s so fucking jealous of his dream-self.

“Yeah..”

“How..” He licks his lips, looks up. “How was it?”

Jimin’s cheeks seem redder than before.

“Good.”

Fuck.

This is wrong.

Jimin should say something like: it was just a dream, nothing serious, I can barely remember.

And he should say something like: hah, so funny we both dreamed things like that.

But he’s panting, burning up, and he’s so fucking hard that the grip of his weapon doesn’t suffice. He runs his hand down his body, cups himself through his pants, tries to push his boner down.

Jimin’s eyes follow the motion.

There’s no hiding it anyway, his pants are hugging around his length.

Jimin’s lips open a little, and he looks back up, doesn’t say a thing.

Even if he had an excuse, he can’t muster any words. So he just leans his head back against the wall, breathes out deeply, thinks about anything but what Jimin just said.

Anything but his dick in Jimin’s mouth.

It’s so fucking wrong. He’s never felt this sexual attraction to Jimin before until this place, and it’s all because he can’t have anyone right now. It’s not only wrong it’s also just sheer, baseless, stupid lust.

“Sorry hyung- I- I just- I get like this over the smallest things.”

It’s not the best excuse, but he can’t go saying that he would love nothing rather than to fuck Jimin’s mouth. Their friendship is on the line, not to mention their future as a group.

It doesn’t really help that when he looks at over, Jimin is just nodding mindlessly, eyes fixated on where he’s desperately trying to push his boner down.

“59, 60!”

The loud voice of their commander completely breaks the moment.

Jeongguk can barely get a grip, tries to hide his boner behind his weapon as they salute.

“Why are you still here? You should have arrived at rendezvous point B 4 minutes ago.”

Oh fuck.

Right.

“Sorry sir, we were just leaving-“

“If this were a real life or death situation you’d be dead right now. No more patrol together for you two for at least a month. Now get moving.”

———————

On one hand, he’s a little glad he doesn’t have to go on patrol with Jimin anymore. Being alone with him is way too risky.

On the other hand, he hasn’t been able to think about anything else all day.

Jimin..

Jimin likes men.

Jimin dreamed about giving him a blowjob.

He rolls on his side, faces the wall, pulls up the covers.

What if the commander hadn’t come? Would something have happened? Jimin was looking right at his dick. Would they have risked it?

His face glows hot and he curses under his breath, leans his forehead against the cool wall.

They just established that last time was the heat of the moment, the circumstances making it weird. But they can’t keep using that excuse. Especially with all the thoughts he’s been having.

His phone buzzes then, and he feels his heart leap. Maybe it’s a Pavlovian reaction.

sorry about that

Jeongguk frowns at his screen.

about what?

telling you about my dream

it’s fine

I don’t think we should talk about things like that anymore

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, feels a pang in his chest. He turns to look over his shoulder, sees Jimin on his lower bunk, just the back of his head, phone in his hands.

Should he just go down there?

His phone buzzes again.

I don’t want to compromise our friendship

Ah..

Jeongguk sighs.

He knows Jimin is right. He really does. As soon as they get out of this place it’s probably all normal, this attraction only exists here. If they were to cross that line there’s no telling if they could come back.

And yet..

we could just do it over text

Does that sound desperate?

do what?

talk about things like that

there’s no answer for a while, so he looks over at Jimin, sees him just stare at his screen.

He bites his tongue and looks back at his screen as well.

you mean sexting?

A blush creeps up his neck as he reads Jimin’s text, and he pulls up the covers to his neck.

yeah, so we don’t feel all pent up when we talk to each other when we’re on patrol and stuff

he’s not sure if that’s reverse logic, but he’s been horny all day and he doesn’t think he can get through these two years without any kind of sexual relief.

alright, but we should keep it general

general?

less personal, as to not make it weird

Jeongguk doesn’t know what’s weirder really, sexting in the general sense sounds vague as shit.

I still don’t get it

I mean we should not talk about each other in that sense, just talk about your crush back home

Oh, less personal like that. Jimin doesn’t want to breach their friendship. Like last time when Jeongguk basically begged to fuck him over text.

He pokes his tongue in his cheek. It’s probably for the best. That way they can at least talk about their fantasies in the comfort of their beds, instead of talking out in the open.

And maybe if he talks more about his crush back home he could finally get rid of this weird attraction he feels towards Jimin.

Alright. Deal

This will probably not backfire in any type of way

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