is it a mistake if you keep coming back for it? (Patreon)

Lately Jeongguk keeps doing this; inviting him over to his place for a drink, getting completely and utterly drunk.

not that they haven’t done this before; most of their nights even before enlisting were spend like this. getting drunk, playing games, doing karaoke, watching stuff on YouTube and commenting.

however, it’s been different since they came back. he spends not just one night every blue moon, but most nights at Jeongguk’s place.

and instead of doing any of the above, Jeongguk just uses him as a plaything. It used to be the other way around. He used to be the instigator, used to annoy Jeongguk by touching his chest or his neck or poking him or getting too close to his face

But lately roles have reversed and Jeongguk is somehow way, way worse than him.

Because Jeongguk is strong too, doesn’t even know his own strength. so when Jimin ends up on his back after play fighting, he doesn’t have a chance of getting away.

And Jeongguk also, for some reason, searches for the edge of their friendship. He pushes the boundaries of it.

The first time, it had been this subtle graze of his fingers just over the sliver of exposed skin of his waist. Nothing too weird, even though jimin could feel it burn even hours later.

The second time, it was Jeongguk pressed up against his side, his hand between his thighs, kneading the skin as some sort of hyper-fixation, talking a little too close to his ear.

He had gone home with a blush on his cheeks, a burning pit in his stomach.

and now, the third time he’s there, he’s lying on Jeongguk’s couch, and somehow, he’s being spooned.

He can’t remember for the life of him how he ended up in this position, but Jeongguk, man, he’s so touchy, and so close.

Jimin feels hot breath fan against his neck, Jeongguk’s hand cupping one of his cheeks, squeezing it. Even though he’s done it before it feels different, the way his fingers dig into his skin is greedier.

“can’t believe your ass is still so soft after all that training hyung.”

Jeongguk breathes out; as if that’s any excuse to be touching it like this.

“Mmh..”

He doesn’t even know what to say, not when Jeongguk’s lips brush against the nape of his neck, or when he feels his body temperature through the fabric of his clothes.

There is a low, hot feeling creeping into his gut that he doesn’t want to acknowledge, but it becomes more pressing each passing second, especially when Jeongguk slips his hand into his sweats, to cup his ass cheek without any fabric between them.

Alarms go off and he pinches Jeongguk’s arm, makes him take his hand back.

And Jeongguk plays it off like it’s nothing, chuckles against his neck like it’s just a game, then pulls him closer by his hip, until his ass is pressed snugly against Jeongguk’s crotch.

Fuck, it’s getting worse.

He should do something about it, really. But the pleasant buzz of alcohol and the heat of Jeongguk’s body just feel so fucking good.

So he closes his eyes, pretends he doesn’t notice the way Jeongguk ‘accidentally’ brushes his lips against his neck, or how his hand kneads into the skin right above his hip, or how his dick twitches against his ass.

It’s all up until Jeongguk gently bites his earlobe, hot, shaky breath fanning against his skin, that he can’t pretend any longer. Arousal licks down his spine, and it’s damn clear Jeongguk wants to explore a little more.

It’s like the last few times, Jeongguk is pushing that boundary, he’s testing out when he’ll tell him to stop.

And he knows he should say it, he really should, but the way Jeongguk’s hand slides under his shirt, fingers tentatively caressing up to his chest, it has him tongue-tied.

“hyung..”

Jeongguk whispers, voice a little raspy from the alcohol.

Jimin shudders, feels his dick twitch.

“Mm?”

“I’m horny.”

Jesus.

His breath hitches, but Jeongguk doesn’t even care, just presses a heated kiss on his neck, rubs one of his fingers over his nipple.

“Ah..”

He clasps a hand over his mouth, but to no avail, because when Jeongguk licks over the vein of his neck another muffled moan slips past anyway.

This is bad.

“I.. I kind of.. wanna try..”

Jeongguk whispers right against his ear.

He feels Jeongguk’s dick twitch again, feels him get hard right against his ass, and that snaps him out of it.

He turns around, pants softly as he finds Jeongguk’s eyes, so dark, so hazy.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“We can’t. It’s a mistake.”

If they were to go through with this, who knows what the fuck would happen. It’s way too dangerous to find out.

Jeongguk blinks slowly, like he’s trying to wrap his mind around it, but he just seems annoyed.

“Last time you- you also went too far, touching my thigh like that. And the time before too, when you were touching my waist.”

He feels his cheeks burn up at the memory.

Jeongguk just looks at him, dark eyes boring through his skull.

“Is it a mistake if you keep coming back for it?”