Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 25 • 3.5K (Patreon)

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hewwoo everyone, it’s a bit of a shorter chapter! I didn’t want to open the can of worms yet so.. Hope you still enjoy it <3

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He’s not sure what time it is when he wakes up, only that it’s so hot he feels like he’s suffocating. There’s a light sting in his lower back, his eyes feel a little heavy when he blinks them open, the sun is piercing through the fabric of the tent.

The faint smell of waterlilies and orange blossoms intrudes his senses, a weight on his chest that feels quite unfamiliar.

He tips his head down, blonde hair tickles his chin, finds Jimin lying on top of him, head on his chest.

Oh.. boy.

One of his arms is draped around Jimin’s back, holding him close, the warmth of skin against skin contact— god, they didn’t even clean up..

It smells like sweat and sex, but he can’t really bring himself to care when he’s got Jimin sleeping on top of him.

He reaches his hand to Jimin’s hair, pauses for a second. Maybe he’ll wake him up? Whatever, it’s worth it. He caresses through the strands, tucks a lock behind his ear so he can see his face a bit better.

Jimin looks beautiful when he’s asleep, lips a little puffy, soft blush on his cheeks.

He actually had sex with the prettiest guy he’s ever laid eyes on, even confessed on top of that..

Oh boy.

the first few words slipped from his mouth uncontrolled, and the way Jimin just crashed— asked him to say it again.

Fuck.

The entire night feels like a big blur of filth and feelings all at the same time, but never has waking up with someone in his arms felt this good.

His cheeks burn as he watches Jimin sleep for a bit longer, traces his eyes over the shape of his nose, the small birthmarks on his forehead,  the shadow his eyelashes cast over his cheeks, the soft pink colour of his lips.

Jimin blinks his eyes open then, as if he could feel him stare, tilts his head up to meet his gaze.

“Enjoying the view?”

Oh.

The lack of raspiness in Jimin’s tone implies he’s been awake for a bit.

Which means.. he’s just been cuddling him. 

a slow smirk tugs on Jimin’s lips, and then he rolls off of him, much to his dismay. 

Maybe it comes off a little desperate when he turns on his side and curls an arm around Jimin’s waist. But Jimin doesn’t even mention it, easily tangles their legs together, curls an arm around him too.

“Slept well?”

The question is innocent, but the glint in Jimin’s eyes sends tingles through his body.

“Mm.” He nods. “Good— really well. Even.”

“Mhm.”

Jimin’s knowing hum does nothing to ease his nerves, his heartbeat picks up, beats even wilder when Jimin brings his hand up, threads his fingers in his hair and runs through the locks.

His eyes flutter shut— the light caress over his scalp is addictive, warmth buzzes through his body.

“How— how did you sleep?”

He breathes out.

Jimin lean closer, the warmth of his body radiates against him, hot breath fans against his lips.

“Exceptionally good.”

“Oh yeah? Did you— mmh—“

Jimin’s lips feel even softer in the morning, maybe it’s the languid way he slots them between his own, or the soft sigh that he breathes out like he melts into it.

Does he get free kisses now? Is that how it works? 

He’s not complaining really; tangles his hand in Jimin’s hair, meets him in the middle. The soft click of their lips parting, the heat gathering where their lips find each other again, all so natural; he’s familiar with Jimin’s mouth already.

He’s less familiar with Jimin’s hand cradling his face, the warmth of his palm, the soft drag of his thumb down the hinge of his jaw— how can Jimin be so intense but so gentle?

His breath staggers when the heat of Jimin’s tongue sweeps over his lower lip, but he opens his mouth nonetheless, eyes rolling back when it slips into his mouth, slides along his own.

God— he’s getting this for free.

A low heat curls in his stomach, his cock twitches alive.

How is it even working after last night? 

“Again, Jeon?” Jimin breathes out, looks down. “We fucked all night, but you just can’t get enough, hm?”

“Sorry..” he’s not sure if he is sorry actually. “It’s just morning wood.”

“It’s 1 in the afternoon.”

“afternoon wood then.”

Jimin snorts, that twinkle in his dark brown eyes when he looks up from under his lashes.

“We still need to clean up.”

“Mm..” He nods, eyes darting down to those soft lips. “We should..”

“I slept with your cum inside of me.”

Oh, right.

His ears buzz, the idea that he came inside of him still rings a little unreal. He can’t help the way the corner of his mouth tugs up.

“You seem proud, hm?”

“No— just, I mean—“

“Lucky I didn’t let you eat it.”Jimin says, brow quirking up once. “Though you seemed to like that thought yesterday.”

He bites his lower lip to force his smile down, the memory catches up to him though.

Jimin breathes out a soft laugh, shakes his head, then nods to the opening of the tent.

“Come, let’s hit the showers.”

Already?

There’s a comfort to the tent, getting outside of it would mean so many things. His mom, the team, Taehyung, Hoseok.. and..

Well, they haven’t even talked about.. them.

What even are they right now? He confessed but Jimin didn’t say it back, plus, he hasn’t mentioned it either. 

Which is wild, if there’s anything Jimin likes to do is tease him about his feelings, but now it’s just.. nothing.

Jimin sits up, looks around, just throws on that see-through shirt as if that isn’t absolutely diabolical to wear right now.

“Not that one.”

It slips from his mouth, as if he has any say in what Jimin should and shouldn’t wear. But the idea of the team seeing Jimin in this shirt.. 

Jimin blinks, looks down at his body, then chuckles.

“Is it the cum stains?”

“Yeah.”

He nods.

He’d rather the team see Jimin shirtless than in a mesh top.  

Jimin takes it off, then puts on another shirt, it loosely falls over his frame, the short sleeves reach up to his elbows, the brand logo near the neck is very familiar.

Oh.

That’s his shirt.

Jimin is wearing his shirt.

His shirt is on Jimin.

a tingle spreads through his chest, especially when Jimin looks at him with that carefree grin.

“Look good on me?”

“Yeah.”

Did he say that too fast?

Jimin laughs, his eyes turn to little crescents, so ethereal. Then he puts on some shorts and hisses.

“God— I need that shower, I think cum is running down my leg.”

Jeongguk sits up, can’t help but look, sees the tiniest bit trickling down his thigh. His throat runs dry— what a concept, his cum on Jimin’s legs.

Such a lovely sight in the morning.

Jimin pushes his leg then.

“Let’s get going, before you beg for another round.”

“Right. Yeah..”

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Nothing is worse than the shame ritual that is looking your teammates in the face first thing after you had loud sex all night long in a tent only a few meters away.

Each and every one of them has dark circles under their eyes and a glare directed solely at the both of them. 

Jimin greets them all with a smug smile, Jeongguk mutters a sorry that probably no one can really hear.

As soon as he sees Taehyung’s feet — yes, he knows him by his feet — his stomach drops. 

It’s still difficult, it still feels wrong— even though he basically got Taehyung’s blessing, even though technically it should be okay. 

He gnaws on his lower lip, focuses on the sand  beneath his feet for as long as he can until he’s right in front of Taehyung, then he lifts his head.

He’s met by a small grin, a playful glint in those warm, dark brown eyes. 

“Good morning.”

That’s all he says— good morning. 

But that look says enough; that look just spells looks like you enjoyed your night

It’s weird and it isn’t, when Taehyung pats his head and chuckles it feels okay, it feels fine, the sorry that’s on the tip of his tongue disappears. 

“Congrats, you’re officially not a virgin anymore.”

The grin on Taehyung’s lips stretches even wider.

“I wasn’t a virgin—“

“You sounded like one.”Hoseok chimes in, swings an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder just to give him that same look— that smug smile. “Kept up the entire team.”

Fuck, was he really that loud?

Blood drains from his face, he shoots Jimin a look for backup but he just gets a wink and that proud grin.

Asshole.

“We heard you too Jimin, don’t act all high and mighty.”

At least Hoseok gives him back-up. 

Jimin shrugs though, swings his towel over his shoulder and nods to the shower building.

“Jeongguk and I are gonna shower, so..”

Oh, together?

A tingle runs down his spine when he locks eyes with Jimin. 

Shower together? In those small shower stalls with absolutely no space? Oh hell yes. He fidgets with his own towel, already takes two steps in Jimin’s direction but a firm grip on his shoulder holds him back.

“Not so fast. You think you can keep everyone up all night without punishment?”

Hoseok asks, mirth clear in his tone. 

Jeongguk slowly turns towards him, notices the dark bags under his eyes as well. 

Damn, they really did keep everyone up.

“You two will clean the camp first, and then you’ll get new beers for everyone at the store.” 

Jimin clicks his tongue. Jeongguk takes a quick look around at the mess from last night, marshmallows in the sand, empty beer cans, the fire pit, random people’s clothes..

Ah, it’s fine. 

Plus.. going to the store together gives them a bit more alone time.

His heart leaps.

“Okay.” He nods. “We’ll be back in a bit.”

He gives Taehyung another quick glance, and this time he gets a softer gaze, a small nod as if to say it’s all good. 

A warmth spreads slowly through his chest, small smile pulls on his lips before he joins Jimin.

“What was that look?” Jimin asks once they’re a little further away, nods his head back to the camp. “Still afraid Taehyung disapproves?”

Ah..

“No, but.. it’s still kind of weird?” There are probably better words for it.. “like, I mean, you guys also had sex.”

A beat passes, just their footsteps on the gravel.

He casts his gaze on Jimin, that usually playful glint isn’t there when they lock eyes.

“Is it.. too uncomfortable for you?”

The sentence hinges on something, there’s a concern behind Jimin’s gaze that he very quickly shuts down.

“No, no, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable with that it’s— I’m still sort of afraid Tae would be, even though I know he isn’t, if that makes sense.”

Jimin’s shoulders relax, then he nods.

“I get that. I don’t know if it’s any comfort but he and I did talk about it.. actually.”

Now that’s new information.

Suddenly his pulse quickens just at the idea of Taehyung and Jimin talking about him. 

“You talked about.. us having sex?”

“Well, not extensively, I just told him we might end up.. doing it. And he basically said — and I quote — ‘as long as you’re gentle with him.’”

Gentle..

Something tugs at his chest, and then Yoongi’s voice rings in his head.

Be gentle with Jimin

“Yoongi said the same about you.. actually.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, then he clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“That guy. He thinks I’m a soft boiled egg.”

“Yeah? I kind of agree.”

Jimin whips his head towards him, one eyebrow raised.

“Wanna say that again?”

Oh, yes. 

That familiar heat spreads under his skin, corner of his mouth curls up like a default.

“you’re just a big softie.”

Jimin’s hand reaches for the towel on his shoulder and Jeongguk instantly darts away.

“Hey, no spanking.” 

“Get over here.”

Jimin calls, curling the towel. 

He’s not gonna let that happen though, tries to make a run towards the shower building but a sharp pain shoots up his back and oh..

He’s limp.

Jesus Christ.

He sucks in a sharp breath, slows down his steps. A dark chuckle sounds behind him, he doesn’t even want to look.

Soft fingers brush over the back of his neck then, caress through the hair at the nape.

“Take it easy, hm?”

The soothing edge to Jimin’s voice has a different ring to it as well— something that licks down his spine. 

He shudders.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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The shower stalls are one by one, there is a lack of space to even hang up towels and yet Jimin pushes him inside with that wicked grin on his lips, locks the door behind him.

He really had to fall in love with this guy. 

Warm palms slide down his body, curl into the waistband of his shorts and pull them down. He wordlessly grabs the hem of Jimin’s shirt — well, his shirt — and brings it up, undressing Jimin much like the night before.

Jimin pushes him by his chest, works him into the small stall and turns on the shower. 

Cold water hits his back so suddenly he shrieks.

The grin that appears on Jimin’s lips is menacing, Jeongguk huffs, pulls Jimin closer by his arm so they’re both under the unforgiving cold stream.

“Mmh, you know I like cold showers?”

Jimin easily snakes his arms around his lower back, doesn’t flinch under the temperature, lets the water run its course over his skin.

And god, what a course it is— he follows the road of a water droplet running down Jimin’s face, over the curve of his jaw to his elegant, long neck, reaching his clavicle..

He leans in as if by magnetic force, cold water forgotten, a taste of Jimin’s body the only thing he needs right now.

Soft, wet skin under his lips, a hiss of breath right next to his ear and the sweet cradling of Jimin’s hand in his hair.

He kisses along the vein of Jimin’s neck, slides his hand around his lower back to pull him closer. 

“Mmh.. don’t know if I can handle another round..” 

Jimin breathes out, though he bares his neck. 

“Mmh.” He nods, slips his hand a little lower to feel the curve of Jimin’s ass, squeezes his cheek in his hand and gasps. “Fuck.”

A soft chuckle fills the stall.

“Wanna clean me up?”

The question hangs in the air, and then he blinks, looks at Jimin quickly.

“Clean you up?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, quirks a brow. “Your own mess.”

His mess? his oh.

“Gently slip one finger in, use the water to clean.”

He nods, maybe a little too eager, but the idea of being inside of Jimin again is so good, he can’t pass the opportunity.

It’s way easier than yesterday too, when he slides his fingers between Jimin’s cheeks it’s still a little wet, his rim gives easily, sucks his finger inside.

Jimin’s breath staggers, his eyelids sink, grip on his hair tightening. 

So he takes it easy, moves his finger in slow, soft strokes. The temperature of the water gets a little warmer, makes the slide a little easier as he gets rid of all that stickiness.

All the while Jimin moans softly, leans his forehead down on his shoulder.

“So good with your fingers..”

“Mm..” 

He licks his lips, curls it just a little, presses against the soft inside until Jimin breathes a broken moans. 

“S-stop, I can’t take it now..”

“Mmh, sorry.”

He slips his finger out slowly, kisses him once more right under his jaw, hint of waterlilies and orange blossoms intruding his senses.

A lazy smile pulls on Jimin’s lips, blonde hair all wet, sticking to his forehead. 

“One second.”

Jimin walks over to his bag, rummages through it and brings back a bottle of bodywash. He squirts some in his hand, then gestures him to turn around.

He’s so accustomed to Jimin’s commands that he’s already facing the cabin wall, and only then tenses a little.

“You— you wore a condom right? Or—“

Two hands slide around his waist, palms sliding over his body, massaging in the soap.

“Just washing you, no funny business I promise..”

Jimin’s voice tickles his ear, and the warm press of lips against his neck makes his breath stagger.

It takes a few seconds to get used to the patterns Jimin draws on his skin, soap foaming up on his body and that scent— waterlilies, orange blossoms. 

He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut, melts into it. 

No one has ever touched him like this; gentle hands dipping into the curves of his body, caressing along the lines— fuck. He tips his head back until he meets Jimin’s shoulder, moans softly.

“Good, baby?”

The softest whisper, right against his ear.

Oh.

Oh fuck. 

Heat spreads to his face faster than lightning, his eyes spring wide open.

“Yeah— yes.” He clears his throat, nods. “Good.”

Jimin chuckles behind him, works his lips down his neck, encloses his teeth around his shoulder— the sweet sting of it elicits another moan from his lips.

“We shouldn’t take too long, hm?” Jimin whispers. “Still have to clean the camp.”

“Mmh.” 

He nods quickly, the word baby on repeat, sending a hot rush down his spine, cock twitching.

Jimin slides his soaped up hand down his stomach, fingers tickling the skin until they wrap loosely around his cock, squeezing it once.

“Mmh.. three minutes?”

He nods again, but then the words register— the silence that follows, the sound of Jimin’s lips stretching into a grin.

The subtle, slow stroke of Jimin’s hand sends a lick of arousal down his spine, cock growing harder in seconds.

“Jimin—“

“I’ll make it quick..”

Fuck.

He just gives in, absolutely no words of objection, eyes falling closed to the rhythmic wet click echoing against the shower tiles, the hot breath fanning against his neck, and the pleasure pooling in his gut.

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“Took you less than one.”

“Shut up— I’m still sensitive from last night.”

“Oh, I can tell.” 

Jimin nods at his legs. 

He doesn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of looking, can feel how they wobble when they walk back to camp. 

His mind is still a little foggy when they start their punishment clean-up. 

It’s all blaring sun, Jimin’s playful eyes, the small grin thrown his way, the nudge against his shoulder whenever they come near each other. 

It takes his mind off the question for a while, of what they are, if Jimin even remembers that he confessed, and why he hasn’t brought it up. 

Well.. so long for that.

He pokes his tongue in his cheek as he tosses another beer can in the trash bag. 

Would it seem desperate if he brought it up? 

It’s definitely not the place, some of their teammates are chilling in the small chairs near the tents. Plus, there’s this everlasting smile on Jimin’s face, so asking now just.. feels weird. 

What is he even trying to accomplish with it? He doesn’t need Jimin to say it back, at least.. not now. But, ah, just the acknowledgement that he said it, or maybe a poke at his sexuality would open up some sort of conversation.. 

Maybe when they go to the store together he can find some way to bring it up.

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17 missed calls. 

His throat tightens as he locks his phone screen.

“Jeon, you coming?”

“Yeah.”

He slides his phone in his pocket, walks out of his tent. 

Jimin stands there, black sleeveless top falling over his lithe frame.

He’s pretty sure he’s never seen him wear it before, it kind of looks.. good. He’s never had a thing for toned arms but, the subtle outline of Jimin’s muscles isn’t an unpleasant sight at all.

God, he’s gayer than he thought.

Maybe even gayer is the way his knees get weak when Jimin pulls him close by his collar and pecks his lips.

“Let’s go.”

“Uh— yeah.”

He nods, phone burning in his pocket with each step he takes.

He should tell Jimin about that too.. probably.

And he should tell him he’s not straight, that he’s out.

But— none of it really feels like the right thing to say, not when they’re walking practically shoulder to shoulder, backs of their hands brushing together along the way to the store.

Each time he dares to look at Jimin he’s met by a soft smile that translates to warmth through his entire body. 

so, he doesn’t talk.

For a moment he wants it to stretch, forget about anything except the warmth of the back of Jimin’s hand brushing against his, the summer sun heating up the back of his shirt, the carefree smile on Jimin’s lips, waterlilies and orange blossoms.

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