Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 13 • 4.1K (Patreon)

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He looks at his face in the mirror; split lip, a bit of a purple bruise right underneath it. It’s sensitive to the touch.

He did this for Jimin.

Ah, whatever. He can’t even pretend he doesn’t hear his thoughts.

Ever since he came home he’s been an absolute mess. With Hye-sung straight up telling him he has a crush on Jimin, the whole situation with Sungho doesn’t even seem cool anymore.

He’s just overanalysing it, why he did it, and why Jimin saying thanks made him feel that way.

But his thoughts just spiral and spiral, it doesn’t go anywhere, so he decides to just push it aside.

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“What happened to your face?”

Taehyung asks.

The sound of his voice has Jeongguk panicking already. He hasn’t told him about the blowjob. He can’t bring himself to do it because he just got Taehyung back, they just made up. there’s no telling what will happen if he tells him.

“I got hit by a volleyball.”

“Ouch.”

“When?”

Hoseok asks, also comes to take a look.

“Uh.. at practice.” He says, ears burning up. “You weren’t there.”

“I’m always there, I’m the team captain.”

“No I mean, you were at the restroom.”

Fuck, he’s bad at lying.

Hoseok frowns.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to the restroom during training.”

Man, why does Hoseok have such good memory? This is embarrassing.

Jeongguk shrugs.

“I don’t know, you just didn’t see it then.”

Hoseok is about to say something else, when Taehyung gasps.

“We just got an email from uni clarifying the Jimin leaked picture situation. You’ll never guess what it says!”

Jeongguk actually can guess, it’s probably stating that Mr. Park is Jimin’s father, and that there is nothing suspicious going on, and that the person who leaked it has been identified.

Hoseok opens his mail too, eyes widening as he reads it.

“No way, Mr. Park is Jimin’s dad?”

“I can’t believe he never told me.”

Jeongguk blinks, doesn’t know how to react other than: “Wow, that’s crazy.”

Luckily, Taehyung is too absorbed in his phone to notice. Hoseok does give him a side-eye.

“Now that I think about it, I did always kind of have a crush on Mr. Park.”

Hoseok whips his head towards Taehyung.

“Really? You can’t be serious.”

“No I mean it, he’s always so kind, and kind of charming.”

“I’m gonna tell Jimin that as soon as he gets here.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Taehyung and Hoseok bicker back and forth but Jeongguk is stuck at that one sentence.

“When- when Jimin gets here?”

Both of them turn to look at him.

“Yeah, he’ll be here in about 10.”

Fuck, that’s soon.

“Oh.. well, then I’ll just- I’ll just head out.”

“Oh come on Jeongguk. You don’t have to keep pretending you don’t like him.”

Hoseok says, rolling his eyes.

Jeongguk bites his tongue, he shakes his head.

“I don’t- I mean- we argue all the time so-“

“You haven’t hung out with us in a while though.”

Taehyung gives him that look he’s unable to resist.

But fuck, it feels so wrong to hang out with this big fucking secret. Plus, Jimin is coming too. How is he supposed to survive that? Being in the same room with the guy he committed the crime with.

“That’s because you avoided me.”

“I avoided you because you were being an idiot. But you’re in therapy now. Come on, I’ll ask Jimin to be nice.”

Jeongguk’s stomach twists. He’d rather Jimin be his mean self than have him being nice. He can’t take any more “thank you”’s or kind gestures or civil conversations.

“Please?”

Taehyung asks, tilting his head, black wavy hair falling over his face.

Pretty.

He averts his gaze and nods once.

“Yes! I knew you’d say yes.”

Taehyung laughs, reaches out to ruffle his hair.

It’s excruciating to know he’s gonna probably lose this friendship as soon as he tells Taehyung.

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Jeongguk needs to be dragged out of his room by Hoseok. He’s known Jimin is here for like a good 10 minutes now, listened to their voices from the other side of the wall.

This is going to be so fucking chaotic.

He doesn’t even know how to present himself. Jimin is standing there, talking to Taehyung in his living room and he’s having a semi-heart attack.

Maybe if he just doesn’t make eye-

“Jeon?”

Damn it.

He looks up, heartbeat in his throat.

Jimin looks a little better than yesterday, his blonde hair parted at the side, locks styled gracefully. He’s wearing that eye make-up again, from the night that they kissed.

Ah, why is he remembering that now?

Jimin takes a step closer, eyes darting down to his lips.

“What happened to you?”

Jeongguk blinks, doesn’t think he’s ever heard Jimin use that tone. It’s soft, just like the look in his dark brown eyes, completely uncharacteristic.

It doesn’t help his nerves at all, he brings his hand up to his lip, touches the wound and makes himself hiss.

“Uh- it was- uh, volley practice.”

Right? He stopped the recording before Sungho punched him, so Jimin wouldn’t know. Doesn’t have to know.

However, Jimin’s squints, looks into his eyes, down at his lips.

“Right.”

Shit, he doesn’t believe him.

Jeongguk swallows, sees Taehyung and Hoseok look at them in the back, so he quickly clears his throat, nods at the couch.

“Movie night, right?”

“Yeah, let’s settle in.”

Jeongguk still feels Jimin’s eyes on him as he walks to the couch, but he pretends he doesn’t notice, doesn’t want Jimin to know that he took a punch for him.

It’s embarrassing.

As Jimin said, they’re not friends. They’re not anything. And yet, he feels restless as he sits down.

Maybe it’s because there is nothing really ‘wrong’ between them at the moment. They didn’t leave each other on a bad note like usual. The thought of having to treat Jimin normally is freaking him out.

Because with all the bad things out of the way, he just sees Jimin who he kissed some time ago in the club, Jimin who came in his mouth, Jimin who made him come on his leg, Jimin who drunk kissed him.

And that’s not what he wants to be thinking about. Because Taehyung is right in the room with them, completely unaware of what the fuck happened between them. It feels so wrong, so twisted.

But it is what he thinks about when they all settle in to watch a movie, and Jimin sits down right next to him. Pretty sure it’s on purpose too. Jimin loves to make him squirm, after all.

He takes a deep breath, throws out all these useless thoughts and just tries to focus on the movie.

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The three of them comment about the movie throughout. Apparently Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin make it their job to psychoanalyse each character.

Jeongguk isn’t really paying attention much, he’s just been thinking. Wonders how Jimin has been holding up, if he’s been drinking, if he’s been crying, if he still has the cat, if he listened to the recording.

And he can’t really ask because he doesn’t want to seem interested.

It’s only when Jimin makes an impressed sound that Jeongguk pays attention to the movie. He watches the guy on screen take off his shirt almost in slowmotion.

Is that what Jimin likes? The guy looks like a twig.

Jeongguk huffs.

The three of them turn their heads towards him in unison, blinking at his reaction.

Blood rushes up his neck.

“Uh.. just.. the- I mean- even I’m broader.”

It’s silent, and Jeongguk feels like he might die of shame. It’s only Jimin who hides a chuckle under a cough, before turning back to the screen.

Fuck.

Why did he even try to compare to the actor? Why does he care?

They keep on watching. Jeongguk isn’t really immersed so he just keeps looking at his phone pretending to do other interesting things, while really he’s watching from the corner of his eye how Jimin’s thigh is moving inch by inch, until it presses against his own.

That’s- that’s unintentional, right? Jimin always man-spreads, he’s probably unaware.

His temperature rises, breathing a little deeper because he can feel Jimin’s body warmth against his own, his thick thigh pressing up against him; reminding him how many marks he left on them.

Fuck.

When it gets a little more silent, he looks up at the screen, finds the protagonist kissing another guy. He knows he shouldn’t be shocked that the gay men on his couch are watching a gay movie, but the sight does make his breath hitch.

There’s no music under the scene, so it’s just guys kissing, moaning, feeling each other up.

Jeongguk feels a rush of heat run down his spine, and all he can think about is Jimin’s lips on his own. How soft they were, how hot the inside of his mouth was. The way Jimin bit his tongue softly, moaned into his mouth, pressed his bulge against his thigh.

fuck.

He sits there, frozen in place. Very slowly he glances at Jimin, hopes it’s not obvious, keeps his head straight.

Jimin’s cheeks look rosy, eyelids sunken a little bit as he watches the screen. Jeongguk casts his gaze down to Jimin’s lips just as Jimin licks them. He can’t help but follow the motion, pink pretty lips now glinting as if inviting him for a taste.

His cock twitches, startling him a little, and he has to cross his legs. But that’s not enough, he really can’t hold it when the guys on screen slowly near the bed, and one sits down on the edge, hands moving to the other guy’s waistband.

Nope.

He’s not watching a blowjob scene - however subtle it might have been filmed - next to Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. No way.

Jeongguk gets up rather quickly, knows it’s obvious that this is the part where he suddenly needs a drink, but he can’t sit there and watch that with no good way to hide his boner.

So he hides in the kitchen, leans his hands on the counter, head hanging down. He takes a deep breath, looks at his hard cock tenting in his pants. Fuck, so obvious.

Why did he even agree to movie night?

“You good?”

Jeongguk freezes, then looks over his shoulder. Jimin slowly makes his way over, leans his back against the counter. He’s too close. Just one glance down and he’ll see.

“I’m- I’m fine.”

“Yeah? You left at an interesting scene.”

Jimin tilts his head prettily, raises a brow at him. Jeongguk swallows, looks from one eye to the other, then at that sly smirk for a split second before he looks back up.

“Why did you come here then?”

Jimin’s eyes glint with something secretive, before he slides a little closer, puts his hand on on Jeongguk’s hip. He feels a static shock run down his spine just from the contact.

“Just wondering if you needed some help with it..”

Jimin’s index and middle finger slide into the waistband of Jeongguk’s jeans, tugs on it once, twice.

Oh.

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, heat flares up his face as he looks down. Jimin’s fingers slide from the side of his waistband to the front, playing with the button of his jeans. Jeongguk’s cock twitches, and he feels so caught.

He looks up at Jimin, those sharp brown eyes look hazier than normal, a slight blush dusting over his cheeks. That’s when he realises Jimin is just as turned on as he is. Which shouldn’t be such a surprise but for some reason it knocks the air out of him.

This is bad.

This is what happened last time too. Both so horny they couldn’t hold it. But this time they’re in Jeongguk’s house, in the kitchen, and Hoseok and Taehyung are right around the corner.

He can’t open his mouth though, because Jimin’s hand slides down over his bulge and he has to bite on his tongue to not make a sound.

“Don’t-“

He quickly bats Jimin’s hand away.

“You’re so hard.”

Jimin says softly, pulling him closer by the front of his waistband. Jeongguk breaks out in sweat as he’s now standing almost flush against Jimin, closing him in against the counter.

Fuck. He needs to escape.

“Jimin-“

“Let me help you.”

Jimin shuts him up, cupping his bulge again, running his hand over the length of it. Jeongguk curses under his breath, hips jerking forward once on their own account. That’s enough confirmation for Jimin to open his button and zipper, hand sliding into his pants.

Pure panic makes Jeongguk freeze, and he just stands there, breathless, eyes wide as Jimin feels up his cock.

“Fuck, you’re bigger than I remember.”

Jimin whispers, seemingly turned on by that. Jeongguk doesn’t want it to flatter him, but it does. His ears burn up as he feels Jimin caress his fingers up the underside of his cock, from the base to the head. It makes his knees weak, so he leans against Jimin, forehead on his shoulder, waterlilies and orange blossoms filling his senses.

Fuck.

“We- we can’t do this.”

Jeongguk tries, despite not being able to walk away. It feels too good, body tingling just from Jimin’s hand caressing him, just teasing his length.

“Why not?”

Jimin asks, running his fingers along the waistband of his boxers now. The thought of having Jimin’s hand directly on his cock makes his breath hitch.

“I- I don’t like it.”

He tries to convince himself more than Jimin. Because he shouldn’t like it. He’s not into men, and that blowjob was just a burst of sexual tension. He doesn’t like Jimin, and Jimin doesn’t like him. So why is this happening?

“No? Your cock twitching at my mere touch doesn’t help you prove that point.”

Jimin whispers, lips close to Jeongguk’s neck. It’s enough to make Jeongguk’s eyes fall closed, goosebumps appearing on his skin. Then, Jimin’s hand slips into his boxers, curls around his cock.

He gasps, knows he’s lost this argument by now but he still needs to at least try to stop, even if it’s just to ease his conscience. He tilts his head up, looks at Jimin who’s looking back at him, eyes glazed over with lust.

“We’re- we’re in the kitchen. Taehyung and Hoseok are-”

“They’re busy.”

Jimin says, something flashing in his eyes.

He’s hurt.

Oh.

right. Jeongguk isn’t even sure if Jimin is over Taehyung. Seeing him like this, he guesses probably not. That’s the only reason Jimin is doing this. He said it before, that he just needs to fuck someone meaningless when he feels bad.

He is someone meaningless to Jimin. He’s just convenient.

“Besides. You’re a 3-minute guy aren’t you?”

Jimin asks, makes Jeongguk snap back to reality. His cheeks burn up at that belittling grin on Jimin’s lips.

“I’m- that was just then. I’m not-“

“No? Should I put a timer on it Jeon?”

Jimin squeezes his cock in his hand, makes Jeongguk moan involuntarily. He clasps a hand over his own mouth, panic in his chest as he looks over his shoulder.

Jimin turns his head back by his chin immediately.

“They won’t notice.”

Fuck, but what if they do? This is so fucked up.

Jimin grabs his phone, sets a timer at 3 minutes, shows it to him with a quirk of his brow.

Unbelievable. Jimin really is insane. Jeongguk’s face is burning hot by now, as he looks at Jimin putting his phone on the counter, finger hovering above the start button. When he meets Jimin’s eyes, there’s that familiar thrill he usually feels when they argue.

“You can’t-“

“Tell me to stop then.”

Jimin says, not breaking eye contact.

Jeongguk stares back, big-eyed and lost for words. It’s such a foul, Jimin always giving him a chance to back away. Just like when they kissed, always gives him the opportunity to say no.

He doesn’t say it. And Jimin probably knows he won’t. He tilts his head, smug look on his face, corner of his mouth curling up, then presses start.

Jeongguk is still in fight or flight mode when Jimin starts to move his hand. He’s holding onto the counter, shame consuming him as he just lets it happen. Jimin doesn’t say anything about it, doesn’t tease him for not being able to say stop, but that makes it worse. The silence makes it worse.

Instead he just bites on his tongue, tries not to think about how expertly Jimin jerks him off, but it’s inevitable. He’s only had a few handjobs, his past girlfriends weren’t really about that, complained about getting muscle aches. Jimin is touching him so smoothly, knows exactly the pressure, the sensitive spots, how to twist his wrist a little, when to pick up the pace and slow it down.

So, despite not wanting to react, he feels his sanity slip, body breaking out in sweat as he slowly fucks into Jimin’s hand. He can’t keep his head up, leans his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder, not minding the scent intruding his nose.

“Blowjob scene got you all worked up Jeon?”

“Don’t talk.”

Jimin chuckles breathily right next to his ear.

“Why? Gonna come too fast?”

Yes.

“Shut up.”

He pants, hands so sweaty that they keep sliding away on the counter. So he has to hold onto Jimin, one hand around his waist, the other around his shoulder. It’s too intimate, but Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. Makes it worse even, aligning his lips with Jeongguk’s ear.

“You’re so easy.”

The words send an electric shock through Jeongguk’s body, and he moans against Jimin’s shoulder. Hates how they came back to bite him. Hates that it’s true, he’s letting this happen, he’s so fucking easy.

Jimin’s thumb rubs over the head of his cock then, and he gasps, hips jerking up to chase that feeling.

“So wet already. Want to taste it?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

Jimin’s thumb is in his mouth before he can even blink, and he’s forced to look Jimin in the eyes. That menacing smile on those lips drives him insane. Jimin takes over with his other hand, stroking him slowly, making sure to twist a little more around the head of his cock.

Jeongguk holds back a moan, unable to look away from Jimin when he stares at him like this. When Jimin’s gaze drops to his mouth and he raises a brow, Jeongguk feels a shiver run down his spine, realises he’s sucking on Jimin’s thumb without being told to.

He quickly lets Jimin’s thumb slip out of his mouth, hides his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“If you want to suck my cock so bad just say it.”

“Fuck off.”

Jimin laughs at him, breath tickling Jeongguk’s ear.

“You’re a natural Jeon. Last time you almost couldn’t stop sucking, remember?”

Jeongguk closes his eyes tightly, hopes that the memory won’t catch up to him, but it does. He can feel it, Jimin’s cock in his mouth, rubbing in his tongue, over his lips, his come in his mouth. Fuck.

“Did you practice for me?”

“N-no. Fuck no.”

He denies, but remembers looking at videos of it, looking at a dom!twink fucking another guy’s mouth on gay pornhub.

Jimin chuckles, his other hand slips into his boxers as well, starts playing with his balls while he jerks him off. Jeongguk draws out a moan, hand automatically tangling in Jimin’s hair as he rocks his hips up, fucking Jimin’s hand a little harder, breathing in his scent.

“Oh? Sensitive there Jeon?”

“Mmh.”

It’s embarrassing, especially when Jimin tugs on his balls, massages them while he rubs his thumb over his slit with his other hand. Jeongguk kind of loses it, fisting his hand in Jimin’s hair and moaning against his ear. It’s been so long since someone played with his balls, and Jimin’s soft hands feel so good.

“A-ah fuck Jimin- ah Jimin.”

“Ngh- That good hm? Better than your ex?”

Oh fuck.

That’s just- that’s just wrong. But it’s true. Jimin is really good with his hands, Jeongguk hasn’t ever felt this turned on over a simple handjob. Worse is, he feels heat coil in his gut, about to prove Jimin’s point. He can’t open his mouth, afraid all that won’t be able to say anything coherent.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

Jimin whispers, so pleased with himself. He slows down the pace a little after that, ruining his nearing orgasm. He doesn’t know if Jimin knows, but it wouldn’t surprise him if he did.

“Always had to do it yourself, didn’t you? Jae wouldn’t touch you like this.”

The stroke of Jimin’s hand is so languid, and the way he palms over the head of his cock, wetting it with his own precum, makes Jeongguk’s knees wobble. He bites on his tongue, doesn’t want to admit it, that this is the best handjob he’s ever gotten.

“Maybe because she knew you’d come too fast.”

“S-stop talking.”

“Do you miss it?”

Jimin asks, completely ignoring his demand. He picks up the pace again, and Jeongguk pants against Jimin’s shoulder, bucking into Jimin’s hand. He focuses on solely that, tries to block out Jimin’s voice.

“Do you miss fucking her? Does my hand remind you of how she feels inside?”

“Jimin.”

He warns, squeezes Jimin’s shoulder hard in his hand, doesn’t want to think about her.

“You don’t miss it at all hm? All you think about is me.”

Countless memories pop up in Jeongguk’s mind, of how he’d fuck Jae while imagining Jimin’s lips, Jimin’s legs, Jimin’s ass, Jimin’s boots.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Wanna know something Jeon?”

Jimin asks, but Jeongguk knows he’s gonna hear it wether he wants it or not.

He bites on his lip, tries to prevent himself from moaning, but Jimin picks up the pace of his hand, and he feels heat coil in his gut.

“I’m so tight.”

Fuck.

He gasps, eyes wide. The obscene image of Jimin’s rim stretching around his cock makes him thrust erratically into Jimin’s hand. mind taken over by the sheer need to come, to burst all over Jimin, he needs it so bad.

“Three.”

Jimin whispers against his ear.

Jeongguk is confused for a second.

“Two.”

But then isn’t.

“One.”

He feels it coming, Jimin tightens the grip of his hand, and he tilts his head up to look into Jimin’s eyes, doesn’t know why he does it, maybe to see that knowing grin on Jimin’s lips. Maybe because of that thrill he feels. Jimin winks at him then, like he knows he’ll make him come.

And he does. Proves Jimin right in every single way. He comes just before the timer, with Jimin on his mind. He watches himself come, the sight of Jimin’s small hand around his cock now permanently engraved in his mind. It looks so dirty, come spurting out, covering his shirt and Jimin’s fist.

It’s so hot. he can only pant and moan softly as he rides out his orgasm, watching his pink cockhead being milked by Jimin’s touch, until he’s oversensitive. When he looks back up, and sees how Jimin hasn’t stopped staring at his face, he feels his cheeks burn. Never been watched so intently before when he came, it makes him nervous.

The timer makes Jimin’s phone buzz on the counter but Jimin seems to not even notice, hyperfixated on him.

Jeongguk clears his throat and reaches out to stop the timer. Now that he’s come, his mind properly functions again and he’s so ashamed. In the kitchen, Hoseok and Taehyung in the living room. So risky, so stupid.

His eyes travel down Jimin’s body, finds those tight skinny jeans barely concealing the outline of his hard cock. He quickly looks away, blush on his cheeks.

Does Jimin expect him to return the favour? now that he’s come, he doesn’t actually have the confidence to touch Jimin. Besides, they’ve been here long enough, if they don’t return to the living room, Taehyung and Hoseok will probably get suspicious.

Jeongguk swallows, zips himself up properly, tries to wipe come off his shirt. When he looks up, Jimin is still looking at him.

“I’m- I’m just gonna head back.”

Jeongguk says, nods his head over to the living room. He doesn’t dare to look at what face Jimin makes, so he just keeps his gaze fixed downwards as he walks away, not giving him time to reply.

His heartbeat is in his throat as he quickly walks to the living room only to walk in on Hoseok and Taehyung mid-handjob.

“Oh Jeongguk-“ They break apart quickly, and Taehyung blushes as he looks at him. “Sorry- I thought you were making snacks-“

“No- No I’m sorry- I’ll just-“

Jeongguk’s points to his room, then makes a beeline straight to it, trying to erase that image out of his mind. He walks into his room and closes the door behind him, rubbing over his forehead in distress.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

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