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he’ll admit it, he’s down bad.

never been this down bad in his life but he’s got no shame left. Jimin always teases him to a point where he actually gets a little turned on, but then laughs it off like they’re just bros.

so he fell down a rabbit hole online, looking at those compilations where Jimin teases him, or the other way around, just to see if he’s being delusional.

it’s all a stupid youtube comment’s fault.

reminds me of this fic

Okay, maybe not all the comment’s fault, because Jeongguk knows what fics are, and he knows people write it about him and all of the members, he’s aware.

So, fine, he’ll admit he’s partly at fault for opening the link to the fic. And maybe he’s entirely at fault for actually reading it. Spare him, he’s never done this before.

maybe one weird thing about it is that the writing is actually pretty good. Even though he would never say the things he says in the fic, it’s not at all badly written. Plus, it catches his dynamic with Jimin pretty well too. The teasing, the back and forth, the escalation.

It’s just that usually, when the moment gets to a certain dangerous point, that line between friendship or more, they never cross it. However in this fic, they do.

Jeongguk’s entire body stiffens as he reads about himself and Jimin.. making out.

some of the thoughts his fictional self has are things that he’s thought about before; that Jimin’s lips are so plump, that Jimin smells good, that Jimin has pretty siren eyes.

and the way the line of friendship is described, he’s definitely had some of those thoughts too. the: fuck, is it weird if we go on?

At this point he knows he should stop, he’s reading about him and Jimin making out on a bed and it’s making his real life dick twitch to life. All signs that he should close his laptop.

Except the kiss escalates, and Jeongguk’s eyes greedily take in line after line, ears turning red.

He gasps as his fictional self fingers Jimin open. Kind of wants to skim over the text but the use of certain words such as slick, wet, precum have him hypnotised.

His mouth waters, and he slips his hand in his sweats just to relief some tension.

Fuck.. his fictional self is- he’s fucking Jimin.

It’s written so dirty, so raw, not even one internal monologue in between. Just explicit descriptions of his cock pushing past Jimin’s tight rim, thrusting into him, holding onto his thighs, kissing his pretty lips.

He doesn’t want to admit it to himself but he’s getting off to it. Although he’s barely moving his hand underneath the blanket, he’s hard and enjoying the stimulation.

Heat flares up his face when he reads how Jimin moans his name.

Would sound so fucking good..

“What are you reading?”

Jimin’s voice comes from right behind him and he feels all life drain from his body, closes his laptop in a fraction of a second.

“Nothing!”

He turns to look, finds Jimin standing there, eyes wide, light blush on his cheeks.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck he saw.

What the fuck should he do?

“Then why- why did it say I was moaning your name as you-“

Jeongguk rushes to stand up, clasps his hand over Jimin’s mouth because he would rather die than hear him say it.

“No- that was- it wasn’t about you.” He lies, trying to come up with an excuse. “that was just a- a random-“

Jimin grabs his wrist to free his mouth.

“A random Jimin and Jeongguk?”

Fuck.

His heart slams against his ribcage, and his entire mind is blank trying to come up with an explanation that actually fits.

“I- okay- I just clicked on a random comment and it send me to this- this story, but I wasn’t reading it, I was just-“

“So it is about us?”

Oh man.

“Well.. yes but- I just skimmed over it- I wasn’t actually reading it.”

That’s the best he can do really, but if Jimin was standing there for a longer amount of time he’s really got no leg to stand on.

Jimin doesn’t say anything, but his eyes slowly run down over his body until they reach his crotch.

Jeongguk follows his line of vision.

Fuck.

He’s fucking tenting in his shorts.

There is no coming back from this. He should just bury himself alive. He tries to push his boner down as a last effort, doesn’t even dare to look back up at Jimin.

“I’m sorry, fuck, this is awkward- I just-“

“how long have you wanted to fuck me?”

Jimin’s question comes out of nowhere and he’s so unprepared for it that he just gasps, takes a step back.

“It’s not- it’s not like that- it was a coincidence.”

Jimin takes a step forward.

“yeah? is it a coincidence that you were getting off on it too?”

shit.

“I’m sorry- I..” what can he even say at this point? there’s no excuse for this. “it was just.. well written.”

“Well-written..”

Jimin nods a few times as if he understands, takes another step forward.

Jeongguk takes another step back until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed, and he’s forced to sit down.

He looks up at Jimin, tries his most fatal case of puppy eyes because he really doesn’t know another way out of this.

Except, Jimin steps even closer between his legs, and grabs his chin, tilts his head up.

“If it was well-written, they’d know I’d never let you top.”

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read part 2 here