Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 15 • 10.3K (Patreon)

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Maybe going to Sway is not the best way to find a girl. But he wasn’t gonna go to a club on his own, that would have been a little pathetic. At least he’s drunk, with Taehyung and Hoseok, having fun. And if Jimin shows up, he’ll just ignore him. He has a goal set for tonight.

And there is a girl who catches his attention. That’s the first win. The last time he was here, no one really caught his eye. But the girl is petite, her black hair cut into a nice bob, playful monolid eyes, pretty full lips that stretch into a sly smile every time they make eye contact.

He’s not usually the one who approaches, but he’s eager tonight. He wedges himself between dancing bodies, until he’s made it to her friend circle. She isn’t surprised at all, grins knowingly as she gestures him to come closer with her fingers.

Jeongguk sees that as an invitation to take her waist in his hands. When she doesn’t wrap her hands around his shoulders, but his hips instead, he feels a little light.

“What’s your name love?”

She asks, a light but smooth voice.

“Jeongguk, and you?”

“Seo-eun.”

That’s about all they exchange. Sway isn’t really designed to be a place to converse. Loud classics always blast through the small space, people are looking to press up against somebody. And that’s exactly what Jeongguk wants to do.

So he dances with her, lets his hands travel from her waist, over her hips, her ass. But then she does the same, her hands tracing a pattern over his waist, his hips, even over his ass. It’s definitely.. new. But he accepts it, it’s Sway after all.

She gives him another sly smile, leaning in to whisper something in his ear.

“You’re queer, right?”

Jeongguk wants to shake his head, tell her that no; he’s straight. But last time he almost got thrown out of the club when he pulled that. She seems to want to hear yes. He only gives a small shrug, rubs over the back of his neck.

“Ahw, bicurious then?”

What? Bicurious? Is that a dinosaur? A spell?

Jeongguk gathers it doesn’t matter much, he just wants to get laid, and if Seo-eun wants him to be that, he’ll be it. He nods, pulling her closer, eyeing over her lips, trying to send the message.

She chuckles at his bluntness, grabs him by the back of his neck and kisses him. Jeongguk isn’t used to being pulled in like that by a girl, so at first he’s kind of shocked. But then he eases into it, enjoys her soft lips on his own.

And even though she’s a bit more dominant than he’s used to, he doesn’t dislike it. It’s quite flattering having a girl being the first to lick into his mouth, the first to touch over his chest, the first to squeeze his ass?

Jeongguk breaks the kiss, out of breath, a bit ashamed of being groped like this. She only grins at him, quirking an eyebrow. Jeongguk doesn’t really have the words, but he kind of likes it, excited to have something he hasn’t had before.

Her eyes focus on something else then, or someone else; and her smile brightens.

“Jimin!”

Shit, no. Not Jimin. Not now.

Jeongguk watches in horror as Seo-eun goes in for a hug, bleach blonde hair in his peripheral. Why does Jimin know everyone?

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek as he makes eye contact with Jimin. The blonde seems pleasantly buzzed, amused glint in his eyes, giving him a wink.

It makes Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up, that tight feeling in his gut whenever Jimin is near. A bigger reaction than he’s had up til now with Seo-eun, and it’s just a wink. That’s ridiculous.

“You know Park Jimin?”

Seo-eun asks, pointing at Jimin like he’s a local superstar. Jeongguk clenches his jaw and nods.

“We’re.. acquainted.”

Jimin fully smirks, entertained to see him like this, he’s sure. For some reason, Jimin then slides his hands around Seo-eun’s waist from behind, presses up against her. It doesn’t make any sense. Jimin is gay, he has no business touching a girl like this.

But Seo-eun sighs happily, leans back into Jimin as if it feels like heaven. Jeongguk bites on his tongue, his hands still on her hips, glaring at Jimin. Why is he ruining this? He doesn’t get anything out of it.

“Come dance.”

Seo-eun says then, pulling him closer so that he’s flush against her front. It’s hell. He’s sandwiching a girl with Park Jimin. She’s grinding her ass against Park Jimin while still feeling him up, going in for a kiss.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to kiss right now, but he lets her do it anyway, eyes wide open. Jimin watches with a lazy grin, like he could do it better. And it’s just terrible. He’s in this club to avoid the very man that’s casually grinding against the girl he’s trying to take home.

And Jimin isn’t even getting anything out of this. He’s only doing it to see him suffer.

He needs to ignore it, closes his eyes, tangles a hand in her hair and kisses her harder. She moans into his mouth, arches against him, her hands traveling down his body, cupping his semi-hard cock. Yes. This is what he wants.

She gasps then, breaking the kiss to look at him. Then she turns to Jimin, whispers something in his ear. Jeongguk grinds his teeth with jealousy, doesn’t get what’s going on. And Jimin just chuckles breathily, pupils blowing wider.

“What?”

He asks, annoyed. Seo-eun shakes her head but Jimin says it anyway.

“She said you’re the biggest she’s ever felt.”

Seo-eun slaps Jimin’s chest and then hides her face in embarrassment.

Oh.

Jeongguk feels his ears burn up, never had a girl openly say that about him. It’s a turn on though, or maybe it’s the way Jimin is looking at him like he wants to cop a feel as well.

He swallows, tilts her chin up and aligns his lips with her ear.

“You can have it.”

He says, eyes lingering on Jimin’s.

Jimin’s lips part slightly, eyelids sinking a little at the statement. Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit that he knows it’s arousal he’s seeing in that gaze.

Seo-eun gasps again, and Jeongguk breaks eye contact to look at her. She’s turned a little red, lust-glazed eyes taking him in, and then she leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll only go home with you if we take him too.”

What.

Time stops.

Jeongguk blinks, replaying that sentence in his mind. But unfortunately, yes. That is what she said. The first time he’s able to get laid in months, and the girl wants to have a threesome with Park Jimin.

He’s speechless for a bit, looks at Jimin who isn’t aware of what has just been said, then back at her.

“But.. he’s gay.”

He says in her ear, a little perplexed. What’s the fun for her to have a threesome with one guy who doesn’t even want to touch her?

Seo-eun just bites her lower lip, sly grin when she leans back in.

“And you’re bicurious.”

All color drains from his face when he finally understands what it means.

Bicurious. Bi curious. Curious what it’s like to be bi; to be with a guy.

Fuck. This is bad.

Jimin raises a brow at him, tilts his head, probably wondering what they’re discussing.

Jeongguk’s heart is in his throat, tongue feels like lead when he looks at Seo-eun, who’s eagerly running her hands over his chest, looking at him like she wants to fuck.

He’s at a total loss. Because he wants to take her home so bad, but Jimin simply can’t be there.

“One second.”

He says to Seo-eun. He then grabs Jimin by his wrist and takes him a bit further to the side where she can still see them, but not hear what they’re saying.

“Mm? What’s going on?”

“Seo-eun. She.. she said she’ll go home with me.”

He says, trying to get to the next part, but he can’t bring it past his lips. Jimin tilts his head prettily, bleach blonde hair all messy from dancing, cheeks rosy.

“But? You don’t want to? What’s up?”

“She..” Jeongguk bites on his cheek, tries to force it out. He has to break eye contact. “She’ll only sleep with me if you.. join.”

It’s silent for a bit, and then Jeongguk realises he’s still holding Jimin’s wrist, so he lets it go, face burning up.

“Oh.”

Jimin says, not giving anything else. When Jeongguk looks at him, he seems quite pleased, sly smile on his lips.

“But you- you don’t want to right?”

Jeongguk asks, well, it doesn’t even sound like a question, more like a plea. Jimin shrugs.

“A threesome? I’m down.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk’s heart stops for a second time. He hadn’t expected Jimin to even consider it. He’d expected him to laugh it off, and tell him good luck getting laid tonight. But here he is, Jimin willing to have a threesome with him and a girl.

This is bad. This is fucking bad.

He should call it off.

But there’s a feeling in his gut, a sort of pull.. Seo-eun is willing to go to bed with him if Jimin joins, but that doesn’t mean he and Jimin have to touch. Being bicurious and all, he can easily play that card of feeling too awkward to do anything.

The possibilities race around in his mind, and Jimin folds his arms, waits for him to come to a conclusion.

“I’m not- I’m not gonna touch you. I just want to fuck her. There’s nothing for you to do.”

He says then. Jimin grins at him, clearly enjoying his distress.

“Oh on the contrary Jeon, I’d love watching you fuck a girl. Always wondered why your ex left you.”

Jeongguk’s jaw snaps shut at that. Jimin always knows where to poke. He can see the glint of victory in his eyes when he sees it hit right where it hurt.

And if Jimin wants to come and see for himself how much more he enjoys fucking a woman instead of playing around with him, then that’s fine with him. He hopes it will make Jimin miserable.

“Fine.”

He huffs.

Jimin gives him a pretty grin.

“Wanna go right now?”

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This is fucking insane.

This is insane.

He’s in his room with Seo-eun and Jimin. In his room. They’re in his room. He’s gonna fuck Seo-eun while Jimin watches.

He had acted so tough just moments ago, but now he’s scared as fuck. The walk home had been tense and silent. Why did he even agree to this? Why didn’t he go for another girl? Why are they at his place? He’s properly scared, eyes big, standing still.

Seo-eun notices, comes up to him to cradle his face in her warm hands.

“Is it your first time with another guy?”

No. He’s been with another guy. That guy, over there, touching his marvel figurines.

He nods though. Because it’s his first time having a threesome.

“Don’t be scared. It’s okay to discover new things.”

She says, and it does actually help a little. The warmth in her smile calms him down, and the softness of her lips on his own makes him realise what he’s here for. Jimin won’t do anything but watch, so he can just close his eyes and pretend it’s only Seo-eun.

He sighs in relief, kissing her slowly while she walks him to the bed. He lets her climb on top of him, lying back against the pillow as his hands curl around her thighs. But Jimin is always there in the corner of his eye, observing quietly, walking around, slowly joining them on his bed.

He breaks the kiss just to look at Jimin, who gives him a small smirk.

Fuck. This is unreal. This has to be a dream. There is no way he’s actually agreed to this.

Seo-eun turns his head back by his chin to reconnect their lips, deepening the kiss. Jeongguk tries his hardest to picture it’s just the two of them, but when he kisses her he‘s too aware of everything. The way she tastes, the temperature of her lips, the amount of tongue. It suddenly feels like a a puzzle, it doesn’t feel as natural.

Unlike that kiss with Jimin, that had felt like a sheer necessity, he’d wanted that kiss so bad, desire had him by the throat. Not that there’s anything wrong with kissing Seo-eun. It’s just.. different. And.. Jimin tastes sweeter.

His cheeks burn up at the thought. He tries to bury it by kissing her harder, taking off her top in a hurry. She’s not wearing a bra, so Jeongguk just gets a face full of boobs. He hasn’t seen boobs in a while, so he just marvels at them for a bit.

“You’ve seen those before, right?”

Jimin asks when he takes too long. Seo-eun hides her mouth as she chuckles, and Jeongguk feels blood rush up his neck.

“Shut up.”

He says, not granting Jimin a look as he cups one boob in his hand. It’s nice and soft, her nipples are stiffened, makes his mouth water. He leans and licks over her nipple, enjoying the soft gasp from her lips. He takes it into his mouth, sucks on it as he squeezes in the other.

Maybe he takes a little longer just to make her moan and pant softly, to show Jimin how good he’s making her feel from just this. When he pops his lips off he can’t help but give Jimin a little look. But Jimin is focused on his lips, wipes the spit off with his thumb.

“Sucking looks good on you.”

He says, retracting his hand, sucking his thumb clean.

Jeongguk feels alarms going off in his mind, a little dumbstruck as he watches Jimin’s plump lips around his own thumb, cleaning the spit. His spit. Jimin is tasting him.

His cock twitches against Seo-eun, and it makes him snap his head back in horror, looking down at where his cock is pressing against her crotch. Shit. He shouldn’t get hard because of Jimin. Not Jimin.

Seo-eun chuckles again.

“You can touch Jimin if you’re curious. I like watching men on men. That’s why I brought him.”

Jeongguk blinks up at her, shakes his head immediately.

“N-no. No. I want to touch you.”

He assures, curling his hand around her hip, kissing over her collarbone, up to her neck. She sighs in pleasure against his ear, rolling her hips down against him. The motion makes him gasp, and he’s burning up a little just thinking about her riding him.

“Take her clothes off.”

Jimin says then, making Jeongguk’s eyes fly open. He gives him a look, finds Jimin looking back at him slightly unamused. But Jeongguk can see that glint of annoyance. That’s exactly what he wants, Jimin watching and suffering, realising he doesn’t need him to feel good.

So, he listens, hands sliding to her jeans to open the button and zipper, helping her out of them. When she’s in nothing but her panties, he realises he’s still fully clothed.

And.. well. Jimin said before he thinks he’s hot. But that’s not why he takes his shirt off. He does it so Seo-eun doesn’t feel uncomfortable being the only one who’s undressed. Absolutely not to see Jimin take him in from the corner of his eye. Seo-eun helps him out of his pants too, leaving only his boxers, and then sits back on top of him.

A soft moan leaves his lips when he feels the warmth of her pussy against his hardening cock. It’s really been too long.

“Fuck, you really are big.”

Seo-eun curses, grinding on him slowly to feel the length of his cock. Jeongguk can’t help the small grin on his lips, and he also can’t help sneaking a glance at Jimin right after that.

Jimin’s eyes look darker than before, running over his body, but it’s not jealousy like Jeongguk hoped. Jimin is enjoying it, watching them, well.. watching him. Specifically, watching where his cock is pressing against Seo-eun’s pussy.

Shit.

Heat rushes down his spine, his cock twitches again, growing fully hard. And it’s more so the way Jimin licks his lips at the sight than Seo-eun’s high-pitched moan that makes him feel breathless.

He grabs Seo-eun’s thighs in his hands and buries his face in her neck as he rolls his hips up slowly, not able to erase that image of Jimin out of his mind as he sucks a mark right above her collarbone.

But she doesn’t smell the same, when he touches her, kisses her neck, it’s all soft, deep vanilla. Nothing like orange blossoms and waterlilies..

His eyes slowly drag towards Jimin. He’s just lying there on his side, fully clothed, not even touching himself, watching them. And it’s not like Jeongguk wants Jimin to undress, it’s just, he might as well leave if he’s just gonna do nothing. That dark lust-glazed look just moments ago means he’s turned on right? So why isn’t he touching himself? Why isn’t he naked?

“What is it?”

Seo-eun asks, making him look up at her. He hadn’t realised he’d just been staring at Jimin’s body while mindlessly grinding against her.

“Nothing.”

He shakes his head, wants to go in for a kiss, but she pulls back, making him chase it.

“Tell me.”

She whispers, biting in his earlobe softly. He doesn’t tell her, but his gaze flickers to Jimin shortly, and she follows the direction of his eyes. When she looks back at him her eyes glint playfully.

“Want him to undress too?”

She asks against his ear, trying to be discreet. When Jeongguk is sure Jimin didn’t overhear, he gives her a small nod, face burning with shame. As long as it’s Seo-eun asking, Jimin won’t know the request is from him. It’s believable, she’s the one who wanted Jimin here anyway.

He feels up her thighs, sliding up slowly, licks over her nipple as she turns to Jimin.

“Jeongguk wants you to undress.”

No.

He squeezes her thigh pretty hard in embarrassment, ears ringing with shame. God, he thought she’d get that he didn’t want it to sound like his request. This is the fucking worst.

“Does he?”

Jimin asks, sounding so damn pleased with that.

“Why don’t you tell him I will if he watches.”

Jimin says then, out loud. Jeongguk is watching the wall over Seo-eun’s shoulder with his heart in his throat. He slowly turns his head, cheeks beet red as he finds Jimin’s eyes fixated on him.

Oh, Jimin is enjoying this to the fullest. His plump lips stretch into a mean smirk as he slowly takes off his shirt. Jeongguk can’t help but look at his ribcage tattoo, his dark nipples, one of them has two little silver buds, they weren’t there before. A fucking nipple piercing. Jimin has a nipple piercing.

His cock twitches, and Seo-eun laughs softly when she feels it.

“You can touch him, really.”

She assures him, but he shakes his head, bites his tongue. This is so fucking embarrassing. Jimin doesn’t even have boobs, he shouldn’t find his chest so hot. He shouldn’t like his tattoo, the defined lines of his stomach, his deep Adonis belt. He shouldn’t like it, yet he can’t stop staring.

Jimin’s eyes don’t waver, fixated on his as he undoes his belt. Jeongguk’s eyes lower to his thighs in those black skinny jeans, and he gasps softly. His hands knead in Seo-eun’s thighs greedily as he watches Jimin pull his pants down. He has to bite his lower lip to not make sounds at how fucking beautiful Jimin’s legs are, so strong and defined from dancing and volley.

God, he marked those thighs.. he fucked his leg, came all over it.

It’s obvious how aroused he is, cock poking against Seo-eun’s warm entrance with need, hips bucking up without his consent. He travels his eyes up to Jimin’s boxers, sees the outline of his hard cock. The memory of breathing in the scent of it knocks the air out of him. A moan leaves his lips, low and raspy, and he clasps his hand over his mouth.

“Like what you see, Jeon?”

Jimin asks, cupping himself through his boxers, teasing himself with his small fingers. Jeongguk wants them off. He needs those boxers off.

“God, you’re so hard. Think I’m gonna have a little taste.”

Seo-eun whispers, before climbing down. Jeongguk can barely focus on how Seo-eun takes his underwear off. His eyes are still on Jimin’s cock, and the way he plays with it through the fabric. He wants to breathe in that musky scent, wants it in his mouth again.

Fuck. This is bad.

A set of warm lips close around his cock then, and he moans in surprise, looking down at Seo-eun. Right. Fuck. Seo-eun. A girl. This is what he wanted. His mind is all over the place when he fists a hand in her hair and watches the way she takes him.

It feels good, warm, wet. But he can only focus for so long, attention getting pulled to the guy beside him.

Jimin is watching too. Eyes on Seo-eun as she takes him in his mouth, licks over his length, kisses over the head. Something darkens in Jimin’s gaze, and Jeongguk recognises it as jealousy.

Oh..

Fuck.

Jimin wants to blow him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He moans longingly, back arching a little bit at the thought of Jimin’s full, soft pink lips wrapping around his cock.

It’s in that stage of delirium that he reaches his hand out. He doesn’t realise he’s brought his fingers to Jimin’s lips until Jimin’s gaze fixates on him. Jeongguk holds his breath. That static feeling, like before they kissed.

The look Jimin gives him is not an: are you sure? It’s an: are you aware that you want this?

Jeongguk swallows, but doesn’t take his fingers away, breaks his own rule of not touching him. So Jimin doesn’t hesitate, licks over his index and middle finger, then sucks them into his mouth.

Oh.

An electric shock runs through his body. Jimin holds eye contact while he does it, wrapping his small hand around his wrist to keep him in place.

Jeongguk is lost in it, mouth hanging open as he watches the way Jimin works his mouth around his fingers as if he’s giving him a blowjob. He bobs his head prettily, lips turning redder the longer he sucks. The inside of Jimin’s mouth feels like a soft cushion, hot and wet and fuck..

Jeongguk moans, hips bucking up harder, eyes getting teary. Seo-eun takes it, lets him use her mouth as a fucktoy while he watches Jimin’s lips.

He can’t help himself when he starts thrusting his fingers into Jimin’s mouth at the same rhythm, listening to the squelch, rubbing down over his tongue. Trying to imagine what it would feel like if it was Jimin instead, sucking him off.

His eyes travel down then, to see if Jimin is still playing with himself, but he isn’t. That makes something stir in his gut.

“You- you can touch yourself.”

He pants, trying to make it seem like it’s not him who really wants it. Jimin pops his mouth off of his fingers, grinning at him with his spit-slick, swollen lips.

“Yeah? Can I? Lucky me, having a threesome with my right and left hand.”

Jeongguk swallows, knows it isn’t fair to just let Jimin watch, but they agreed to it. He wanted to have Seo-eun, not Jimin. That’s right, he wanted to have a woman to finally feel like himself again. Yet, here he is focussing on Jimin’s lips as she’s blowing him.

He whips his head back to Seo-eun, who has her eyes closed, focused on making him feel good. Guilt spreads through his chest, the same feeling he used to have with Jae. His cock softens a little bit.

Shit. At this point she’ll think she’s bad at it. He gently pulls her hair to get her mouth off. She looks a little confused, but Jeongguk doesn’t let her ask any questions. He switches positions quickly, lays her down on her back and spreads her legs.

Seo-eun blushes at the manhandling, but doesn’t stop him when he leans down to kiss over the inside of her thighs. The act has him reminiscing another set of thicker, stronger thighs.

His eyes catch Jimin’s.

Jimin quirks a brow.

“Finally gonna eat her out?”

The sound of his voice makes him shudder. It’s that same tone he’s heard before in the public showers. There’s that low, dominating color to it that has Jeongguk weak. He moans softly, licks over her inner thigh, ears buzzing.

“Bet you’ve missed good pussy, hm?”

Fuck.

Seo-eun moans, makes Jeongguk aware that she’s listening to this too. Jimin is dirty talking for the both of them. He pants softly, nods to the statement as he nears her pussy, kissing over the soft skin, breathing it in.

Not as musky as Jimin.

“Yeah? Why don’t you check how wet she is with your fingers, can’t use your mouth yet.”

Jeongguk bites back a whimper, listens to Jimin’s command. He spreads her lips with his fingers, seeing how pink and wet she is, the skin glistening with her natural lubricant. She gasps, tries to pull him closer by hooking her leg around his head.

“Fuck.. so wet.” He curses, looking back up at Jimin. “Can I?”

Why is he asking him? Jimin seems to think that too, but his eyes darken, and his cock twitches in his boxers. Jeongguk can see it all too clearly from down here. It’s the first time he sees Jimin get a little breathless, and it’s so fucking hot.

“Not yet.” Jimin says, voice a little light, letting his hand slide down into his boxers to wrap around his cock. “Breathe her in.”

Fuck.

Seo-eun whimpers, back arching a little at just the command, and Jeongguk bites back another moan as he leans in a little more and inhales deeper. The scent is good, but nothing compared to Jimin. And when he opens his eyes and looks at the blonde, it seems like he knows it too.

“Good. Now taste how wet she is for you.”

Jeongguk can’t help his moan this time, eyelids sinking as he leans in and licks over her pussy. Seo-eun moans in relief, and pushes him closer with her leg. He doesn’t mind it, licking up her wetness, trying to will himself to like it better than the taste of Jimin’s cock.

But it doesn’t work. With every lick he imagines that day in the locker rooms, how Jimin had made him face-plant into his crotch, had him begging for his cock. That strong taste, that musky scent. He eyes Jimin’s cock longingly while he eats her out.

And Jimin touches himself while looking back at him, knowing exactly that he’s number 1. Jeongguk wishes he could see Jimin’s pretty cock, but he hides it behind his boxers, making him crave it badly.

“Do you even know where the clit is, Jeon?”

Jimin asks, tilting his head prettily.

Jeongguk feels his ears burn, licks up to her clit and teases it with his tongue, licking slow circles around it, increasing the pace, then stopping when she’s clenching her stomach, repeating the same motion until she’s trembling around him.

He looks at Jimin for approval, needs him to talk.

“Very good love. Now spit on it.”

Jeongguk’s cock twitches against the mattress, remembering Jimin spitting in his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate, spits on Seo-eun’s pussy.

“Lick it up.”

Jimin commands, making Jeongguk’s cheeks burn in shame when he leans in and licks up his own spit.

“Suck on her clit for me.”

For me

It sounds like it slipped from Jimin’s mouth, like he’d been saying that in his mind for a while now. Jeongguk shivers, a moan leaving his mouth without warning. For me. For me.

That’s right. He’s doing this all for him. He looks at Jimin, who looks back at him a little caught. But he regains his composure easily.

“Well?”

Jeongguk nods as he leans back in and sucks on Seo-eun’s clit, hears her mewling and feels her tremble, bucking her hips in desperation to chase her climax. But Jeongguk is watching Jimin, only Jimin.

“Gonna make her come for me?”

He asks, confident this time. Jeongguk’s eyes roll back as he gives it his all; licks, spits and sucks on her clit until she’s coming with a loud moan. The worst part is that he only cares about the look of approval on Jimin’s face, he can barely look at Seo-eun.

“Mm, think you deserve something for that.”

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Jeongguk’s breathing picks up as he nods. He does deserve something. His eyes linger on Jimin’s boxers, mouth watering. He deserves that. He deserves to breathe it in again, to have it in his mouth again.

Seo-eun chuckles as she comes back to her senses.

“Of course, you’ve been patient long enough.”

She agrees.

Jeongguk looks at her, cheeks burning up. Did she notice he was looking at Jimin? Isn’t that humiliating for her? On the other hand, she did say she didn’t mind watching.. he swallows as he looks back at Jimin, who’s caressing his fat cock through his boxers, playing with the head.

“C-can I really?”

He asks, trembling with lust just thinking about it. Jimin grins knowingly, looks over at Seo-eun as if she has anything to do with this.

“Can he?”

“Of course you can fuck me now.” She says then, laughing as if it’s a silly question. “How do you want me?”

Oh.

Oh.

She thinks it’s about that.

Jeongguk is speechless for a few seconds, and Jimin hides his smirk behind his hand. He knew exactly that this is what Seo-eun was talking about.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

“Ahw, you look so surprised. Are you a virgin?”

Seo-eun asks.

Jeongguk blinks at the audacity, and then Jimin chuckles.

“He does seem like one, doesn’t he?”

Jeongguk looks between the two teaming up on him, and he feels his cheeks glow at the belittling. Instead of arguing, he just crawls towards Seo-eun and manhandles her to lie on her stomach, ass up.

He’d love to have done that to Jimin instead.

“Oh!”

“I just made you come with my mouth, and you’re wondering if I’m a virgin?”

He asks, slipping two fingers inside of her with ease, curling them right against her g-spot.

“Fuck.”

She curses into the pillow. Jeongguk eyes Jimin then, who’s a little surprised by his sudden change of demeanour. Of course, Jimin has never seen him like this before. The way he is around a girl is a stark difference with what he’s like around Jimin.

This is what he was used to with Jae. Making her shut up, putting her in her place. It’s automatic pilot, fingering her open like this, slipping in a third finger slowly. But this time, he’s looking at Jimin.

And Jimin looks back at him, watches his fingers slide in and out of her, takes in his body more than a few times. He’s not touching himself, but his hand is still in his boxers.

Jeongguk hates that he wants to see it so bad. Jimin is openly looking at his cock, he wants to do the same thing. Not that the sight of Seo-eun on her knees like this isn’t beautiful. It’s just that Jimin is doing it on purpose, keeping his boxers on, keeping it all to himself.

“Are you ever gonna fuck her Jeon? You’re boring me with all that fingering.”

Jeongguk feels heat lick down his body at the command. And he drags his lust-glazed eyes up to Jimin.

He’s so fucking hot. Lying there like that. His eyelids sunken, gaze heavy, cheeks pink just like after volley, his blonde hair fluffy and messy. Jeongguk wants to make him sweat, wants the ends of his blonde hair to stick to his face. He wants to hear Jimin panting and cursing and moaning his name.

“Are you ever gonna take your boxers off?”

He asks, running his mouth.

Jimin blinks a few times, but then the corners of his mouth curl up and he quirks a brow.

“All you need to do is ask, love.”

The nickname makes Jeongguk shudder.

“Take them off.”

“That’s not asking.”

“Correct. I’m not asking. Take them off.”

Jimin’s eyes light up at the command, a victorious grin now on his lips. That look when he’s finally getting something out of him, finally arguing.

“Why do you want them off? Thought I was only here to watch?”

Jimin says, making a good point. He shouldn’t want Jimin out of his clothes. He didn’t even want him here in the first place. But he does now. He’s not sure if he could even stay hard if Jimin wasn’t here.

He looks at Seo-eun, still taking his fingers, moaning softly into the pillow, which doesn’t do much for him. Then at Jimin, his intense gaze is enough to send a rush of heat down his spine.

Fuck.

“I want to.. see.”

He says, trying to leave it at that. But Jimin has no intentions making it easier for him.

“See what?”

The eye contact is too much. Jeongguk is breathless, has to look away.

“I want to see your cock.”

It leaves his lips quickly, trying to rip off the bandaid. He doesn’t want to see the look on Jimin’s face, so he focuses on curling his fingers inside of Seo-eun, eyes traveling up to her rim.

The silence is thick, but from the corner of his eye he can see Jimin taking his boxers off. He hears his cock slap against his stomach, and just the sound makes his throat run dry. But he focuses on breathing calmly, fingering Seo-eun slowly, watching her rim with faint interest.

He pretends he doesn’t care, doesn’t even look at Jimin when he pulls his fingers out of Seo-eun, and aligns his cock with her pussy. He drags the head of his cock over her wetness, but his mind is somewhere else. He’s not entirely hard.

“Look at me.”

Jimin says. It’s more of a demand, really. Jeongguk hangs his head in defeat, then looks over. It’s instant, his body reacts like it should, cock stiffening when he sees Jimin on his back, completely naked, hand curled around his pretty cock.

Jimin notices, and the triumph on his face says it all. He knows he’s the one him making him feel like this.

“Anything else?”

He asks, with his pretty, light voice. Jeongguk swallows, shakes his head because he needs to focus on Seo-eun. This is about him and her. He wanted her. Jimin is just here to watch. He repeats it a few times in his mind before he grabs a condom package out of his nightstand drawer.

He rips it open with his teeth, then holds onto the tip as he rolls it over his cock. He feels Jimin’s eyes on him, but doesn’t dare to look anymore. The effect the blonde has on him is so confronting, it drives him insane.

So he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he slowly pushes the head of his cock against her entrance. But then he hears Jimin shift, and he can’t help but look.

Jimin is sitting up, closer than before, gaze fixated on his cock. Jeongguk doesn’t know what he feels, but he’s completely paralysed, embarrassed at the intensity, nervous to be analysed like this.

“What- what are you doing?”

“Mm?” Jimin blinks innocently. “I’m just watching. That’s what you wanted right?”

Well, yes. But not like this. Jimin is too close, and that’s dangerous because Jeongguk can barely control his eyes wandering over his well-trained body.

“Don’t tell me you have performance issues Jeon?”

“I don’t. You’re just- you’re too close.”

“Well, if I lie down I can’t see anything. And, how did you put it just now? I want to see your cock.”

Jimin’s voice sounds like liquid velvet.

Jeongguk swallows, face on fire.

Jimin shamelessly eyes over his cock, stroking himself in his hand at a slow pace.

“Go on, put it in.”

Jimin dares him.

Desire runs through his veins and none of it is for Seo-eun who’s waiting patiently for him to fuck her. Instead he maintains eye-contact with Jimin as he pushes his cock inside of her slowly.

The slide is easy, she can take him without much strain. She’s just so wet, there’s no resistance at all, it feels good. Seo-eun whimpers, grabs the bed-sheets tightly in her hands. He curls one hand around her hip, touches her ass with the other, but he can’t squeeze it properly. She doesn’t have much fat there.

Unlike Jimin.

He gasps softly at the sudden image of Jimin’s peachy ass cheeks under the shower, cock twitching inside of her.

“Fuck- when your cock twitches I feel it everywhere. So fucking thick.”

Seo-eun pants, caressing his ego. But it’s not her comment per se that gets to him, it’s the knowledge that Jimin is hearing it too. He can’t help but see for himself. Shouldn’t have done it, because that dark glint in Jimin’s eyes makes his stomach pull tight with desire.

That’s jealousy. Jimin is jealous, just a little bit, that he’s not the one taking his cock. And that knowledge makes Jeongguk’s skin tingle, makes him moan softly as he starts to move his hips, eyes fixed on Jimin.

It’s terrible. It’s terrible that Seo-eun fades away from his vision as he keeps eye contact with Jimin. There’s something magnetic about it. He’s fucking her but he’s fucking Jimin. As long as he’s watching Jimin’s face it feels like he’s fucking him instead.

And the longer he watches, the more he wishes it was actually just them. The more he wishes he could lean in and kiss Jimin senseless. Another moan spills from his lips, and then he remembers he put his fingers in Jimin’s mouth some time ago.

It’s pathetic how fast he brings those same fingers to his own mouth and starts to suck on them just to have a little taste. It’s faint, but enough to take him back to that day in the club, their first kiss.

Jimin’s breathy chuckle makes him open his eyes, caught red-handed.

“Taste good?”

It does. He doesn’t say anything, but Jimin knows the answer anyway. To make things worse, he sits up on his knees so they’re on the same eye level, plays with his plush, pink lips right in Jeongguk’s line of vision. It’s torture watching Jimin rub over them, making them wet, sucking on his fingers.

Jeongguk holds back an embarrassing sound as he stills his hips, imagining Jimin’s lips on his own. He doesn’t notice how he’s leaning into it until he looks back up and finds Jimin’s eyes but an inch away from his own.

Fuck, Jeongguk wants to kiss him so bad.

His lips tremble a little when he tilts his head and leans in closer, breathing out shakily as he tries to land a small peck on Jimin’s lips. But Jimin pulls away last second, even though he doesn’t put much space between them.

“What are you trying to do?”

Jimin asks, breath ghosting over Jeongguk’s lips, making him shudder. He breathes in Jimin’s air, tries to taste him on his tongue. His eyelids sink until they’re closed, and he’s lost in it.

“Kiss.”

He admits softly, giving it another try, but Jimin turns his head so he kisses his jaw instead.

“I’m just here to watch, right?”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, knows that that’s the deal he made, but he’s regretting it.

“Kissing.. kissing doesn’t count- we can kiss.”

He tries to convince himself, curling a hand around the back of Jimin’s neck to keep him in place, tracing his lips over his sharp jawline. Jimin’s hand curls around his neck too, finds a way to his hair and grabs it rather harshly.

“Oh?”

Jeongguk’s cock twitches inside of Seo-eun, and he pants softly against Jimin’s skin. He dares to kiss over Jimin’s jawline, making his way back slowly. He gets to the corner of Jimin’s mouth this time, heart in his throat as he goes in for a real kiss, but Jimin pulls on his hair.

“Thought I made it clear you’d never kiss me again.”

Ah, Jeongguk knew that would come back to bite him. But he can’t take no for an answer right now. So he does the only thing he can think of.

“Please.”

Jimin’s hand fists in his hair a little tighter, and his breath hitches for a second. Jeongguk opens his eyes, sees Jimin stare back at him, pupils dilated. He knew Jimin would be a sucker for begging. So Jeongguk nudges his nose with his own, leans in a little closer.

“Please Jimin, I want it so bad.”

Jimin’s breathing picks up, and Jeongguk knows he’s on the right path. He’s never been able to make Jimin breathless. Even though it’s pathetic to be begging like this, he needs it so bad right now.

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

Now that, he shouldn’t have said. The moment it leaves his lips is the moment Jimin was waiting for. There’s a soft, pretty moan, and a tug on his hair before Jimin aligns their lips.

“Yeah? Say you like cock more than pussy.”

Shit.

Jeongguk’s throat runs dry, and he casts a nervous glance at Seo-eun before his eyes lock with Jimin’s again. This is so fucking humiliating.

That’s exactly what Jimin wants.

He doubts if he should go through with it but one glance down at Jimin’s lips and he gives in just like that.

“I- I like cock more than pussy.”

“Say you love the taste of cum.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk remembers the taste on his tongue, his whole face burns up in shame.

“I.. I love taste of- of cum.”

It barely comes past his lips but Jimin is relentless.

“Say you love my cock.”

Heat rushes down his body, little beads of sweat appear on his skin. He’s stopped thrusting into Seo-eun some time ago, but now his hips jerk forward accidentally. The mental image of Jimin’s pretty cock right in front of his face has him on edge.

“I- I love- I love your cock.”

“Good, now fuck her harder. Use that big useless dick of yours.”

Jimin says, turning Jeongguk’s head towards Seo-eun, still holding him by his hair. Jeongguk can’t help but moan, body running hot and cold, hot and cold as he starts moving his hips. His cock is throbbing inside of her, and he knows if he’ll fuck her any faster he’ll come on the spot.

He can barely focus on Seo-eun, especially when he hears Jimin jerking off right next to him. Just the sound of it is enough to make his mouth water. He slowly turns his head to Jimin, hoping to get that kiss soon.

Instead, Jimin just leans closer to whisper in his ear.

“How does it feel, a tight wet pussy around you?”

Jeongguk gasps, hips stuttering, eyes falling closed. He leans into Jimin more, feels how everything inside of him is trying to get him to touch Jimin instead. To just pull out of Seo-eun and feel Jimin up, explore his body, find out every little weak spot.

“Hm? Do you wish it was me?”

Jimin’s sweet voice is Jeongguk’s undoing. He makes a sound that sounds kind of like a needy whimper, sanity slipping through his fingers as he nods. His lips tremble with need as he tries to kiss Jimin again, but misses.

“Yeah, you wish it was me hm? Wish it was me underneath you. You wish I had a pussy like that.”

Jeongguk flat out moans to that, his other hand curling around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer, hiding his face in the column of his neck just to see chaos staring him in the face.

“yes.”

“Hm?”

Jimin plays with his hair, bares his neck for him. And Jeongguk takes that as an invitation to kiss over it, breathing in those waterlilies and orange blossoms greedily.

Who is he fucking kidding?

“I want it- want your- want your pussy. I want yours.”

He pants, delirious.

His ears fill with Jimin’s cruel breathy laughter.

“Yeah?”

Jimin grabs his hand, leads it from his waist down over his ass, between his cheeks, until he’s pressing a finger against his rim.

Fuck.

This- this is-

“You want this pussy? It’s not the same, I’m so much tighter.”

Jeongguk moans, deep and raspy, feels his stomach clench, desire pulling tight in his gut, his cock twitching on the brink of his orgasm. Just from feeling Jimin’s rim. He throws all logic out of the window, can’t fucking pretend any longer.

“I-I want it- fuck- I want your pussy Jimin- I want to fuck you.”

He slips out of Seo-eun, pulls off his condom, arms tangling around Jimin’s lithe body to cage him in against his own. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. His brain is numb, and all he wants is to have Jimin in every single way possible.

So he breathes him in, kisses over his neck, hands running over his body. It feels so good, so different but so fucking good. Desire runs through his body like wildfire. He’s rubbing himself all over Jimin, cocks sliding against each other, chests pressing together, but it’s not enough, he needs to be closer.

“Mmh, that’s it Jeon, give into it.”

Jimin whispers. Jeongguk can barely hold it together when he looks up and sees Jimin with that fire in his eyes. He is so lust-drunk that he doesn’t have a filter anymore.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Jimin’s eyes widen a little, an undetectable emotion in them before he pulls him in and crashes their lips together.

Jeongguk gasps, but can’t catch a breath because Jimin is kissing him like it’s the fucking last time. No technique, no gentleness, Jimin kisses him like he wants him so bad that the earth could literally go up in flames and he wouldn’t care.

“Mmh- ngh-“

Jeongguk pants as he tangles his hand in Jimin’s hair and licks into his mouth, finally tasting him again. Everything with Jimin feels so much better, feels like fucking heaven. Those soft, fat lips wrapping around his tongue to suck on it, his hot tongue tracing over his lower lip, just to bite it afterwards.

He can’t get enough. He tangles his other hand in Jimin’s hair as well just to pull him closer, panting between heated kisses, moaning into his mouth. He needs those lips ruined, he needs them all swollen and slick and marked by him. He needs Jimin to taste him on his tongue for days.

It’s in the midst of their kiss that Jeongguk feels his feels heat accumulate in the pit of his stomach, cock leaking a few pearly beads of precum, the sensation of it trickling down his shaft. Fuck. He’s gonna come.

Jimin doesn’t notice his state, desperately penetrating his mouth with his tongue, moaning so prettily it should be fucking illegal, hands running over his back, pulling him closer. Jeongguk fists his hands in Jimin’s hair, trying to kiss back but he’s holding his breath, trying not to burst.

But one more heavenly moan from Jimin’s lips, the slightest brush of Jimin’s cock against his own and he’s coming. His body tenses up completely, that euphoric feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, an intense wave of pleasure that spreads from his cock all the way through his body as his come spurts out over the both of them.

“Oh fuuuuck- Jimin- Jimin-“

He cuts himself off with a small cry, hips moving, bucking into nothing but air as his cock twitches, more come drizzling down his shaft. He doesn’t think he’s come untouched like this before.

From a fucking kiss.

“Oh shit.”

Jimin curses, curling a hand around Jeongguk’s cock, stroking him through his orgasm. Jeongguk moans and pants as his body goes numb, clinging onto Jimin like a lifeline, burying his face in his neck as he feels more come spurt out of him with the way Jimin milks his cock.

It’s embarrassing how much he spills, didn’t think he was able to do that. When he finally comes down from his high he can only breathe out in bliss, feeling so satisfied. He’s nuzzling Jimin’s neck, waterlilies and orange blossoms calming him down.

All is well, until reality catches up to him. Jimin chuckles softly next to his ear as he caresses through his hair.

“Thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”

Jeongguk doesn’t have the energy to reply. He’s just exhausted, remainder of alcohol in his body making him woozy, the post-nut sleepiness hitting him like a truck. He detaches himself from Jimin to lie down for a bit, curling up under his blanket.

“Did he come from just kissing you? That’s so cute.”

Seo-eun laughs.

“Are you falling asleep Jeon?”

Jimin nudges him and he shakes his head, but he can’t deny that his entire body is heavy and fuzzy and his blankets are so comforting.

“What did you do to him? You made him come and he’s immediately exhausted.”

Seo-eun accuses Jimin, who chuckles softly.

“Don’t know, he’s always been a mystery to me.”

It’s silent for a while, Jeongguk feels his eyelids sink slowly, knows it’s terrible etiquette but fuck, he feels so satisfied, so good.

“You think he’s really falling asleep?”

“Think so, look at him.”

He hears Jimin and Seo-eun talk but it feels like a background sound, and before he knows it, he’s fast asleep.

———————

It’s been a long time since he’s woken up with someone pressed against him. Morning light shines through his window, his head aches a little. The events from the night before come back to him like a slap in the face, and his heart stops for a second.

He had a threesome.

With Park Jimin.

He swallows, throat dry from dehydration, and he looks over his shoulder with his heart in his throat.

Seo-eun is sleeping soundly next to him. Jimin is nowhere to be found.

An empty feeling spreads in his chest, and he recognises it as disappointment. He can’t believe himself, he’s actually disappointed that he’s waking up next to a beautiful girl instead of Park Jimin? That doesn’t make any fucking sense.

He bites on his tongue as he slowly wraps an arm around Seo-eun’s waist, pressing his nose in her hair, breathing in that sweet vanilla.

It’s a nice scent.. just not like..

He shakes his head. He’s been a terrible lover yesterday, fell asleep right after kissing Jimin, and Seo-eun was left alone. He should make up for it.

What about Jimin?

Jeongguk feels his stomach twist at the thought. He left Jimin to deal with himself for the second time. But, he shouldn’t feel guilty about that. That handjob in the kitchen was a thank you gift. And Jimin was only here to watch, Jeongguk told him they weren’t going to touch, so he doesn’t owe him anything.

Still..

When he thinks of yesterday night, he feels completely out of touch with himself. Jimin had just taken over his mind, and made him want him so bad that he couldn’t even finish fucking Seo-eun.

“Mm.. goodmorning.”

Seo-eun whispers, opening her eyes. They look cute and a little puffy.

What does Jimin look like when he wakes up?

“Uh.. morning. I’m sorry I fell asleep yesterday-“

“I know, it’s fine, it was adorable.”

Seo-eun says, her voice a little raspy. She wraps her arm around his waist, cuddles up to him. It’s been a while, Jeongguk blinks as he caresses over her back, feeling a bit lost. One night stands usually don’t stay over..

“You must really like Jimin..”

She mumbles agains this chest.

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he stops mid-caress, entire body tensing up.

“We’re.. we’re not really that close.”

Seo-eun makes an unimpressed noise.

“Seemed like it when you were coming all over him.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk takes his arm away and backs off a bit. Seo-eun blinks her eyes a bit wider, confused at the sudden change of demeanour.

“What? It’s not a bad thing, you’re bicurious, right?”

Jeongguk shakes his head a little. He can’t believe he said all those things when he was drunk, just to get to sleep with her. Can’t believe he took Jimin with them. What will Taehyung think if he finds out?

“I’m- I’m not.”

He admits.

Seo-eun stares at him, now even more confused.

“So what, you’re gay?”

Jeongguk shakes his head again.

“I’m not, I’m straight. I just wanted to have sex with you.”

Shit, that came out really wrong. Seo-run’s eyebrows rise up, offended.

“No- sorry- I mean I- I liked you a lot and I wanted to take you home so I-“

“So you pretended to be bicurious?”

Seo-eun asks, raising her voice a bit. She is not happy about this. Jeongguk should have just kept lying. He feels his cheeks burn with shame, makes himself a little smaller as she makes a noise of disgust and gets out of bed.

“I just- I thought that it wouldn’t matter for just one night, but then you suddenly wanted him to join.”

“I did that for you, so you could explore your sexuality!”

“I know.. I just..”

He trails off, doesn’t know what to say to make it better. Seo-run waits for him to finish his sentence, but he’s empty. So she sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“I can’t believe you just go around gay bars pretending to be bi to get with girls. Straight men are so fucking weird.” She curses to herself as she hurries to get her stuff. “And by the way, you were all over Jimin. So maybe you should reconsider your sexuality.”

Jeongguk feels a pang in his chest, a lump in his throat as he watches Seo-eun leave his room.

———————

It’s been hours of him trying to make his mind up. If he should find Seo-eun and try to explain himself better. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to pursue her, then Ji-woo could stop being his fake girlfriend, and stop taking his mom’s calls.

But then he thinks of last night and is hit with how fucking badly he had wanted Jimin instead. Even though Seo-eun was perfect, even though he liked touching her, Jimin just felt better.

Something twists in his stomach, and he looks at his ceiling.

Maybe it’s because Jimin has touched him before? Jimin knows how to talk to him, how to touch him, what drives him insane. He couldn’t concentrate on her cause Jimin’s presence is just so big, the way he talks demands attention.

That’s why he didn’t want Jimin around in the first place. He wanted a Jimin-detox, instead he threw himself into his arms.

Jeongguk groans at himself, rubs over his forehead.

And when he hears himself say: you’re so fucking beautiful he turns around to scream in his pillow.

———————

Jimin doesn’t speak up about it. Not that he ever does, he always acts like nothing happened whenever they’ve just done unspeakable things to each other. And it irks Jeongguk a little bit, how Jimin can just pretend that it’s insignificant.

While he, on the other hand, can barely even look at Jimin without imagining him naked, feeling his lips on his own, hearing him whisper dirty things in his ear.

It gets to him. It drives him insane to the point where he asks Jimin to talk after volley practice. And even then, Jimin shrugs nonchalantly as if he doesn’t know it’ll be worth his time.

So Jeongguk makes sure to not let him get away. He grabs him by his wrist at drags him towards that familiar spot outside behind a wall.

“Woah, sketchy place, are you gonna blow me?”

Jimin asks.

Jeongguk blinks as the memory hits him, and he sees a small smirk appear on Jimin’s lips.

“No, I- I’m just- I just wanted to talk.”

“About how you came from a little kiss?”

Fuck. Why is he always like that?

Jeongguk looks around to see if anyone was in proximity of hearing that embarrassing thing, but it’s just the two of them.

“Don’t worry about it Jeon, I know you’re a 3-minute guy.”

He turns back to look at Jimin, who seems so pleased to have him up the wall. Loves to make him miserable, how could he forget? Why did he put himself in this situation?

“I.. I just wanted to say that I was on edge cause I was fucking her. I didn’t come because of you.”

Jimin’s eyebrows raise a bit, and then he chuckles.

“Right. Sorry. I must have imagined you coming all over my stomach while moaning my name.”

Jeongguk’s face turns red at the memory, and he wishes he could not see it so vividly in his mind.

“You were talking dirty, and I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He says, trying to find an excuse, but Jimin just snorts.

“You got that right, you really didn’t know what you were doing, I had to tell you how to make her come. No wonder Jae was cheating on you.”

Jimin says, making Jeongguk’s eye twitch.

“I knew how to make her come, you just kept ordering me around cause you couldn’t stand seeing me enjoy something without you.”

“Oh please.” Jimin shakes his head, rolls his eyes. “You wanted to suck my dick so bad you could barely focus on eating her out. You were literally watching my dick while your face was between her legs.”

“That’s cause you were talking, how could I focus when you were begging for attention every other second.”

Jimin is properly offended by that, and he huffs out a breath when he takes a step closer.

“Let me refresh your memory. I was minding my business while you were kissing between her legs and then you asked me Can I? You didn’t ask her, you asked me. You wanted me to talk.”

Jeongguk bites on his tongue as he sees that fire in Jimin’s eyes. He looks so fucking pretty when he’s worked up. He needs to push it even more, he needs to fix this. He needs Jimin angry, needs to see Jimin so pissed that he finally recognises him again.

“I was drunk-“

“Jeongguk you weren’t that drunk. Stop using it as a fucking excuse. You begged to kiss me. You wanted to fuck me.”

“Only cause you were talking me into it. You were manipulating-“

“I wasn’t manipulating shit-“

“Yes you were. You were saying shit like you wish it was my pussy don’t you? Telling me you’re so much tighter, trying to win me over cause you wanted me to fuck you so bad-“

“You’re fucking delusional. You’re the one begging me for it, you’re the one calling me fucking beautiful in the midst of-“

“Well that was a lie.”

There.

That’s what he wanted.

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly, and it looks like that actually hurt.

Jeongguk thought that it would make him feel better if he said that. He thought that maybe it would make things go back to normal, that he would be able to unsee Jimin giving him that glance as if he said something special.

But seeing Jimin now, with his eyes tearing up a little, his nose turning a bit red, it’s really not worth it.

Jimin laughs then, it sounds crude. Then he shakes his head and looks down.

“You know, I really fucking hate you Jeongguk.”

Fuck.

Why does it suddenly hurt.

Jeongguk feels his heart clench, and he tries to fight the feeling, tries to make it look like he doesn’t care. After everything Jimin has said to him, he shouldn’t care. Why can Jimin be a dick about his ex and his mom, but as soon as he says something slightly mean Jimin just tears up on him?

It’s fucking unfair.

Jimin stands there, wipes away his tears as Jeongguk just watches with gut-crushing guilt.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Jimin asks then.

It catches Jeongguk off guard.

What does he want from Jimin?

His mind is completely blank trying to come up with an answer. He just stares at Jimin’s flushed face, his teary eyes, feeling like an absolute dick.

“I don’t know.”

He says softly, looking down at his feet to not deal with the situation. It takes a while, deafening silence stretching between them, as if Jimin hopes he’ll say something else. But Jeongguk stays silent, and Jimin sighs.

“Well, I’m not gonna wait for you to figure it out. So, I hope you said everything you’ve wanted to say, now leave me the fuck alone.”

Jeongguk doesn’t have the guts to look into Jimin’s eyes, he just lets him walk away. He catches a whiff of waterlilies and orange blossoms, and then he’s all alone.

He stares blankly at the wall until it gets blurry, tears stinging in his eyes. He tries to keep them in, holding his breath, trying not to blink, but they fall anyway.

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Chapter 16 >