Fic Fun Facts & Deleted scenes IN CLOSE QUARTERS (Patreon)

hello hellooo, as you know it’s ICQ weeks so I thought I’d let you all know some fun facts about this canon compliant horny fic!

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The fic was based on this request by a_defjhijklmnopqrstuvwxyz for the monthly drabble, but it somehow ended up becoming longer than I anticipated and I also tweaked some of it, so!! This is the original prompt:

“Canon compliant!! They haven’t been with anyone for a while now as they’re completing their military services so one thing leads to an other. They’re horny and frustrated. One night in the common showers they’re left alone, just the two of them. They don’t think much abt it at first but then the conversation between the two switches to their experiences in sex. Nostalgia, if you might. Yeah, no. One of them starts to jerk off first imagining one of the many stories they shared. Then they talk abt how much they miss having a warm hole wrapped around their cock. Sinking deep into the tight heat. They’re kind of awkward while figuring out a way to how to feel that again. Trying to decide if they should or not get on with it. Things escelate. One finger up the ass is nothing right? Two? Three? Just the tip? Sure they can do just the tip. They’re switching cz they both want to feel that tightness around their cocks again. It turns into “Can i push in just a bit more? It just feels amazing” and “Yeah, hyung. It feels good” and the rest is🥰”

Such a lovely prompt, I should probably have put more of this in the story, sorry about that 😭🫶🏼 it became it’s own thing

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The mini scene “need a hand?” I wrote a long time ago was the first draft that came to mind when I started working on this story, it was sort of silly, sort of easy to write from that type of headspace. here is the mini scene for those who were about to go back and find it: 

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It’s quite difficult to get off at training camps, Jeongguk finds out. 

They all shower together, they sleep in bunk beds in shared rooms, and there’s not many bathroom breaks you can take. After a month, it gets irritating. Especially since he can hear other guys do it in his room. 

It’s shameless. He’s never been shameless, and he’s always been shy about anything sex-related, so he’s having a terrible time. 

But it gets to the point where it’s just unbearable, and he’s looking for places where he can be alone just for a few minutes. 

He spots a nice, big, broom closet somewhere in the hallway, and when no one’s around he just seizes the chance. It’s not the most convenient place, but at least there’s no one to see or hear it. 

So he leans his head back against the back of the closet and just takes a deep breath as he lets his hand slide into his pants. He’s already hard, twitching just when he curls his hand around it. 

He tries to muffle his sounds, biting his lower lip as he slowly flicks his wrist. After a minute or so he can already feel his back prickle with sweat, heat accumulating in the pit of his stomach. 

But then the door opens, and he’s met by another soldier, who’s just as surprised to see him. 

Jeongguk quickly covers himself up, blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“Sorry- I..”

Well, he doesn’t really have to explain. He’s pretty sure the guy just saw him with his duck out anyway. 

Jeongguk’s seen this soldier before, he’s higher ranked. He’s got striking features, and something about his monolid eyes has always attracted Jeongguk’s attention. He looks at his name plate on his chest. 

“I use it for the same reason.”

Park Jimin says, a seemingly not so shy, nor embarrassed to have caught Jeongguk like this. 

Instead, Jimin just gives him a one over, like he’s checking him out, almost.

Jeongguk hides his bulge behind his hand, feeling like an idiot for even going into this stupid broom closet. 

“Need a hand?”

Jimin asks then, and Jeongguk is sure he heard that wrong because, there’s no fucking way another soldier just offered to jerk him off.

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Because there was a lot of backlash on Twitter for writing about enlistment or the military I wanted to change the tone to make it more realistic so my first draft ended up being really serious and kind of angsty, I discarded that idea because I didn’t think it would become like the original prompt, but I’ll post it right here: 

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Jimin has dreaded this more than anything in his life. It seemed so far away, but life caught up quickly. the last 3 years have felt like just one, as if the universe squeezed them all together. 

He should be grateful, but if he’s honest with himself he can barely remember anything. It’s weird to live a life under cameras. Sometimes he can’t remember a performance but he can remember the video of it. He can’t remember interviews until he sees them on YouTube again. He can’t remember conversations until he hears about them in their documentaries.

So, on one hand, going to the military seemed like a place where maybe life would slow down a little. Maybe here he could start putting his thoughts in order, about himself as an artist, and about him in BTS.

Sadly, from all the stories he’s heard, he knew it wouldn’t be like that. 

He knew it would be tough, a place where they break your mind and spirit to see what’s left of it at your very worst. A place where toxic masculinity thrives, where emotions are like an allergy, and where brotherhood is central.

He knows true brotherhood. It’s nothing like this. 

He’s lucky to have Jeongguk here by his side. At least they got accepted together in the buddy program. At least whenever he wakes up he sees Jeongguk, just like in their very first dorm. 

Jeongguk adapts quicker, though. He used to be shy, but he’s grown. He does well in every aspect, he actually makes friends fairly easily. 

Jimin used to be better at it, but the first month is like hell. Adapting and stripping away emotions and dealing with situations that are just completely unfair, it’s difficult.

He puts up a shield, not letting anyone close. He already has good friends. These two years here won’t bring him anything new, and he can’t trust the guys here to like them for who he is.

That’s how the first two months pass. He talks to Jeongguk when he can, sometimes listens to Jeongguk and another soldier talk, uses his phone to pass time, falls asleep, counts the days.

By the third month he knows he can’t do it like this any longer. He needs that contact, he needs to laugh to take the edge off, he needs to feel something other than dread.

Jeongguk keeps encouraging him to talk to more people, to just be in the moment. It’s difficult for him to take his advice, Jeongguk is younger than him. They end up fighting over it.

Jin had told him it might happen, that even friends for 10 years start fighting. 

Jeongguk and he never thought it would happen, but the circumstances don’t help. They’re both worn out. They have a different take on military life. And Jeongguk is just such a goddamn brat.

Jimin reminisces their fight years ago, where he also told Jeongguk to show some respect. It’s a similar case, but this Jeongguk is even more headstrong. 

It’s a petty, useless, cold shoulder fight between them. Show the other who cares less, who’s winning the “I don’t give a fuck” war.

It lasts for about two weeks. 

Then Jeongguk gets admitted to the military kitchen and Jimin goes into artillery. Their stupid fight is in the back of his mind but he can’t find the right time to talk to Jeongguk. 

Timing doesn’t always match up, sometimes Jeongguk has to stay late in the kitchen, sometimes Jimin has to do another night watch of the machinery. 

It sucks. 

It sucks so bad because he misses laughing. He misses joking around. Jeongguk is supposed to be his best friend. They traveled together just before getting here, made so many memories.

By the end of the third week Jimin realises how silly it is, but he’s too proud. Usually this is the moment where he drinks until he gets so emotional that he confesses it’s all a stupid mistake, that he’s sorry. But they don’t drink here. So he doesn’t go to Jeongguk.

It‘s only when they’re assigned to a training with their unit somewhere in the woods that they face each other properly again. Jeongguk’s hair has grown, he looks even bulkier.

He doesn’t know what to say, they’re face to face, and he feels it tug on his heartstrings. He goes to open his mouth but their commander calls them to line up.

Their unit gets divided and grouped in pairs, sent to set up their tent on the terrain. 

“Park Jimin, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Fuck. They’re paired up.

“Yes sir.”

So this is going to be inevitable.

Jimin bites on his tongue as he grabs one of the duffel bags with materials, Jeongguk silently follows him with a wooden chest for storage.

“Should we take a corner?”

“Sure.”

It’s stupid that those are the first words they’ve uttered to each other in about a month. 

Jimin doesn’t know how to behave, Jeongguk doesn’t say anything either. They just silently set up their tent. Surprisingly efficient, they finish first, have to help the others out, an excuse to procrastinate the talk they should have.

He breaks first, when they’re alone in their tent setting up for the night.

“Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk looks up, setting up his stretcher. 

Jimin joins him, brings a little lantern over. 

“Are we not gonna talk?”

He asks.

Jeongguk continues with his stretcher, clenching his jaw. 

“Come on, I don’t want this, and I know you don’t want this either.”

Jeongguk sighs then, hangs his head for a second before he looks up.

“I meant what I said. You should make more friends.”

Jimin bites on the inside of his cheek, a heavy weight pressing on his chest. 

“I know you meant it.”

“I’m saying it because I want you to get through this.”

Jeongguk stands up to be on the same eye level, but he isn’t, he’s taller, bigger, and acting it too. 

Not that he’s ever acted as a dongsaeng, but it’s getting to Jimin now.

“Stop acting like I don’t know what’s good for me.”

“But you don’t. We have more than a year to go, you can’t keep isolating.”

“I’m isolating because I thought we were doing this together, I don’t trust anyone else.”

It should be obvious. They’ve talked about it so many times before enlisting, how they can rely on each other, how they can trust each other, how no one else has a bond like theirs. So why is Jeongguk distancing himself now?

Jeongguk looks at him with something akin to pity.

“You have to let go of that. We’re in different branches, you need to socialise otherwise you’ll become bait.”

Jimin’s heart sinks, a lump forms in his throat and he can’t muster a reply, so Jeongguk continues.

“We’re a unit, we need to trust each other whether you like it or not.”

The harsh truth slaps him in the face once again, and he can’t help but put his defences up. 

“Don’t speak informally to me.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, because if anything Jimin has always told him to drop honourifics. He loves the level of friendship they have, loves that Jeongguk feels that comfortable with him, but he can’t take it now.

“I’m- I’m not trying to insult you hyung, you know that.”

“Do I?”

Jeongguk’s face falls at the question, and Jimin feels his eyes prickle with tears. 

He’s just so exhausted.

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as you can see it was pretty serious so I started a different draft! I just wanted it to be more superficial and horny

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I didn’t know how to up the sexual tension at some point, because they’re so limited in space/time I felt like it became a little repetitive if I’d just keep making Jeongguk have wet dreams, so that’s where sexting came in! I think it really gave the story an extra little twist, plus I hadn’t written sexting in text in a minute so I was curious to see if it would still work haha

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There was a moment where I didn’t know what to do with the story so here are some of the deleted scenes and why I deleted them: 

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Deleted scene 1; right after the talk outside where Jeongguk asked Jimin what he thinks about when he gets off.

He looks at Jimin, kind of glad he’s acting normal again, though he’s curious.

“Why were you avoiding me?”

Jimin’s smile drops slowly.

“I- I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Yes you were.”

Jeongguk keeps looking at him, because he knows he’s right. Jimin’s ears turn red, and he breaks eye contact.

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.” 

Jeongguk insists. He can do this all night.

Jimin just sighs.

“I told you, you were prying too much.”

“Yeah, you told me, but then you still avoided me. You never do that.”

Usually they just move right past it, but for some reason yesterday, Jimin couldn’t even look at him properly.

“I just- I got flustered, okay? I told you something very personal.”

Flustered..

He made Jimin feel flustered?

Why does that make his ego inflate? He feels a little smug, corners of his lips curling up. Jimin is usually the one who makes him feel that way, so to be able to do it to him feels like an accomplishment.

“Stop grinning about it.”

Jimin grabs him by his neck and turns his face back to his food.

He doesn’t say anything else but he can’t stop thinking about it as he eats.

It haunts him.

Jimin, flustered. 

He replays the scene in his head, them standing close outside, him asking Jimin which things make him come, Jimin telling him he imagines someone saying.. you only get to come if you deserve it

And then Jimin’s cheeks all pink, looking away, sipping his coffee like nothing happened. 

Flustered. 

That’s so.. 

That’s so cute.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, turns on his side, feeling giddy. 

His cheeks start to hurt at some point, and he tries to wipe his smile off his face, tries to think about next training.

But his thoughts spiral back to Jimin, getting flustered.

He wants to try it out more, doesn’t think he’s seen Jimin like that too often. He didn’t think he could even get Jimin that far. It’s always been the other way around in their friendship. Jimin usually says out of pocket things, invades his personal space, makes him feel flustered.

This new aspect is too good not to explore, it’s too exciting to not think about. 

What else can he do to make Jimin feel that way? How else can he make him blush? 

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Why did I delete it? 

inconsistent dynamic, jimin is more in charge, not in a dominant way per se, just in a hierarchical way. Jeongguk is a bit too giddy, I wanted him to keep that horny energy, this almost feels like a crush, and at that point in the story it just felt like he wasn’t there yet!

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Deleted scene 2: right after Jimin had a dream and woke up the entire dorm with his moans.

They finally have some time off.

Jimin is scrolling on his phone on the couch in the common room. Jeongguk is all too aware of their sides touching when he sits down next to him.

It’s the couch; it’s small. It really is made for just one person, but he saw this opportunity and took it. 

Jimin gives him a look, gaze darting down at their bodies pressed upon against each other. 

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn, knows how fucking obvious he is. It’s just that, they don’t have much time off, and he can’t get any of this once they’re on duty again. 

“You never cuddle up to me like this back home.”

Jimin says softly, small smile on his lips.

“I’m not cuddling up to you, the couch is just small.”

“Maybe because this is a chair.”

Jeongguk looks down at it, has to agree that it really is more of a big chair than a couch. He looks at Jimin, finds that amused smile on his full lips. 

“There were no other free spots.”

He lies. He didn’t even look around.

Jimin snorts, looks back at his phone. 

Jeongguk opens his phone too, scrolls through apps without really reading anything. He’s solely focused on Jimin’s body warmth, wants to just put his phone away and wrap himself around him, with no regard to anyone else in the room.

He peeks over at Jimin’s phone, sees only text, slowly scrolling down. He’s reading. 

He catches a few words on Jimin’s screen: wet, taste, hard and his eyebrows raise, a pang of something in his gut. 

Is Jimin just casually reading erotica?

He cranes his neck a little, reads a line just to make sure he isn’t imagining things

“God, you should see how good you look when you’re begging to come”

Fuck. 

He’s got to be fucking kidding.

Jeongguk leans in a little closer, Jimin’s screen brightness is all the way down so it’s hard to read. 

“Fuck- your cock is so pretty, leaking for me.”

Jeongguk blinks, because- is Jimin reading from a woman’s perspective? He reads another few lines.

He leans in closer, brushes his lips against his ear. 

“How bad do you want to come pretty boy?”

Oh

Oh.

Jimin is reading gay porn.

Jeongguk feels heat flare up his face, breathless as he looks at Jimin’s impassive face. He’s not even blushing, he’s not showing any sign that he’s reading absolute filth.

Ah- fuck. Why does it turn him on? Jimin is so fucking shameless. Is this what he does in his free time? Just reading porn on his phone? 

Is that what he dreamed about?

His heart beats rapidly, because- fuck. If jimin likes gay porn then- then it wouldn’t be a stretch if they.. if they fucked. 

The thought makes his cock twitch, and he swallows, throat all dry.

“Hyung.”

“Mm?”

Jimin locks his phone, looks at him. 

The effects are small, but Jeongguk can see it now that he’s focusing on them. A slight blush over Jimin’s nose, a hazy cloud over his siren eyes. He would definitely have overlooked that had he not known.

“What.. what did you dream about?”

He asks.

Jimin’s eyes widen ever so slightly, before he averts his gaze and clears his throat.

“Uh.. just.. you know.”

Jeongguk takes a quick look around, makes sure no one’s listening in, then leans a little closer.

“Tell me.”

It feels like a need, to hear Jimin talk about sex. He’s been craving it since that time outside, when they talked about Jimin’s fantasies.

“Here?”

Jimin asks, lowering his voice. 

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t know if it’s enough, for Jimin to start talking just because he asks him to, but the lack of response means Jimin is at least considering it. 

Jimin’s eyes scan over the room, Jeongguk follows his line of vision. They’re far enough removed from any listening ears, plus it’s quite rowdy, so their voices would be drowned out anyway.

Then Jimin turns his head towards him, looks down.

“I just.. dreamed about sex.”

Just hearing Jimin say it has him burning up.

“What type of sex?”

He leans a little closer, eyes darting down to Jimin’s lips. 

God, Jimin smells nice. It doesn’t matter what type of communal shampoo they use, Jimin has a natural scent that seeps through, it’s like spring blossoms, Jeongguk just wants to bury his face into his neck and breathe him in.

“Just- someone was sucking me off.”

Fuck..

He feels a rush of heat run down his spine, imagines what it’s like. He’s never really thought about it, what it would feel like to have a dick in his mouth, but he’d be down to do it for Jimin if Jimin would do it for him. 

He looks up, finds Jimin looking at him as well. He only now realises how far he’s leaned in, their noses almost touch. The proximity is addicting, he feels the warmth radiating against his face.

“Who was sucking you off?”

“I couldn’t see them..” Jimin averts his gaze again, cheeks dusting pink. “It was dark, I just.. felt it..”

“Oh.” Jeongguk nods slowly, but it doesn’t satisfy his curiosity. So he aligns his lips with Jimin’s ear. “What else?”

Jimin gasps softly, but doesn’t move away.

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Why did I delete it? I just didn’t really see how I could finish this without them fucking on that couch or trying something, and I didn’t want them to reach that point yet in the story so I changed the setting to outside where it’s way more difficult to touch, and I wanted Jeongguk to find out about Jimin’s sexuality in conversation rather than just catching him reading porn, so that’s kind of how that got deleted. Reading it back now it could have worked too, I guess I just liked the idea of not touching yet. 

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Deleted scene 3: the two of them talking about Jimin’s dream outside 

“Uh.. just, you know.”

Jeongguk looks over, Jimin just shrugs.

It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough. He basically told Jimin every last dirty detail of his dream, and he just gets a “you know”? He won’t take it. 

He sizes Jimin up, from his boots to his baret, looks at his side profile.

“No I don’t.”

Jimin spares him a glance, then pretends to be a good soldier, scans the perimeter as though he isn’t doing that just to avoid eye contact. 

“Just.. I just dreamed about sex.”

Jeongguk feels that first tingle run through his body. The one he had last time when they talked about Jimin’s fantasies, and the one he had when they texted. It’s addictive, and he needs more.

“Yeah? What kind of sex?”

Jimin makes eye contact this time, from one eye to the other, then averts his gaze.

“Just- it wasn’t just one thing, it was a long dream.”

Jeongguk can tell Jimin wants to just leave it at that but he’s desperate for more. He takes a step closer, presses his shoulder against Jimin’s.

“Tell me from the start then.”

“But- it’s- I don’t know if I-“

“I told you about my dream.”

He says, heat rushing to his cheeks as he remembers how that turned out. 

Jimin looks at him, a little guilty.

“I know, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No no, it’s fine. We share everything.”

It sounds more like a demand than a statement. But it’s true. They do share everything. Well, everything but this, usually. But they’ve been best friends for years, known each other for what feels like his entire life, so it should be normal.

“But last time we talked about this it went- you know- and then the texting-“

“We talked about that. That was just the heat of the moment.” Jeongguk doesn’t even believe that himself. “It’s all fine. I just want to be even. You know about my dream, I want to know about yours.”

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Why did I delete it? I felt like the dynamic was a little off again, I wanted to keep it light but it feels like Jeongguk is pushing a lot and Jimin is too apprehensive so I didn’t enjoy that back and forth, I wanted Jimin to be a little more playful about it all, and lure Jeongguk in, so I changed it to that 

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Deleted scene 4: same conversation outside, different approach

“It was just a dream.”

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek with the sudden cut-off, doesn’t know if he should push it more.

He doesn’t necessarily need to hear Jimin say it to know that it was good. Jimin was moaning so fucking loudly, the entire unit could hear it. 

Yet, he finds himself addicted to this. Standing close, talking about sex, body running hot. 

He decides a less direct approach.

“Don’t you.. don’t you miss it hyung?”

“What?”

“Sex.”

Jimin’s eyelashes flutter when he blinks. 

“I- I mean yeah. Of course.”

Good. 

That’s good. He can work with this.

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Why did I delete? It felt a little too soon for them to go from just dreams to: hey let’s fuck, because there was also no opportunity to at this moment, I guess I like the build up a lot so everything that leads to close to already getting what they want gets pushed back. Also again I felt like Jimin was a little too apprehensive, I like it when he’s actively participating hahaha

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Deleted scene 5: start of chapter 3

In Jimin’s efforts of keeping it professional and not crossing the line of friends, he’s really not that good at pretending everything is fine. 

Jeongguk isn’t either. He’s had 10 different dreams about Jimin sucking his dick and he’s barely slept. He can’t even find the decency not to stare at Jimin undressing from the other side of the room.

And when they hit the showers he frankly couldn’t care less if someone caught him staring. 

Jimin is hot. 

He’s at a point where he can’t even deny it. Yes, these circumstances make it practically unavoidable to not look at him this way, but deep down he’s always known that Jimin is hot. 

He’s got long, pretty legs, a nice ass, beautiful moon tattoos covering his spine. Jeongguk loves Jimin’s backside. He’s pretty confident in that part. that million dollar face, elegant neck, pretty nipples, ribcage tattoo. 

It’s just, beneath that deep v-line there’s- well- that.

Jeongguk’s ears burn up as he looks at Jimin’s soft cock. He doesn’t know what to do with that at all. Anal? He’s wanted to do that with girls too, so it wouldn’t be so different to do that with Jimin. But dicksucking? Or even touching Jimin there, he’s not confident about that.

It’s stupid because his thoughts keep spiralling through these options even though Jimin clearly said he didn’t want to cross that line anymore. 

Yet he walks around eyeing Jimin like a predator. 

And he’s sure Jimin notices. He gets those eyes on him every now and then, like a warning, or maybe even something akin to guilt. 

Jimin mainly keeps his distance, and yet, Jeongguk notices his attraction. 

It’s clear in the way Jimin pushes him away. The way he cuts conversations short, the way he doesn’t touch him anymore. One of Jimin’s love languages is physical touch, he’s always hit him when he laughs, or pinched his chest, rubbed over the back of his neck, but lately Jimin hasn’t been giving him any type of touch.

It’s kind of sad really; in a place that already minimises physical touch, that looks down upon male intimacy, and is mentally and physically exhausting, he craves Jimin’s closeness. 

He knows it’s his own fault; he can’t act right around Jimin. So on edge that every type of need for contact is layered with something else.

“Need my help?”

Jeongguk freezes up, that soft voice so close behind him. He turns around, Jimin takes over the ends of his tie wordlessly, their fingers touch briefly as Jeongguk lets go to leave him to it. 

It’s sweet, the gesture. And he wants to enjoy it, but the proximity is making his heartbeat pick up. They haven’t been this close in weeks, and now Jimin is standing so close that Jeongguk can practically count his eyelashes. 

He looks pretty when concentrating, Jimin always clenches his jaw a bit, eyes sharp. Jeongguk swallows, heat rushes up to his cheeks. he has to force himself not to look at a certain full set of lips. 

It’s so quiet he can hear Jimin breathe in and out, and they’re so close that he can smell that soft, comforting scent. 

Jimin looks up then, their eye contact static.

“Sorry, I have to..” 

Jeongguk isn’t sure what Jimin means until he walks around him, stands behind him as he starts over with the tie. 

He’s facing the mirror, sees Jimin in the reflection, looking over his shoulder, bringing his hands around to tie it properly. 

Warmth radiates against Jeongguk’s back, and he has to actively hold back from leaning into it. Even worse is how Jimin leans in to look over his shoulder better, presses his chest right against his back, and with every exhale, Jeongguk can feel breath fanning against his neck. 

When he finishes the tie, pulls on the knot slowly.

“Tell me if it’s too tight.”

Jimin’s voice is raspy, right next to his ear. It tingles all the way to Jeongguk’s fingertips. 

“It’s good, I think.” He says when he can feel the pressure on his neck. “Thanks.”

Jimin nods, walks away just as fast as he came, leaves Jeongguk standing there. The addicting closeness is gone, that warmth that he craves, reduced to just a minute of his day. 

It’s not fair. 

They have to make it through another year and a half of this, and if Jimin is gonna keep avoiding him for most of it he’ll actually go insane. 

“Hyung.”

“Mm?”

Jeongguk scans the others in the room, moves closer to Jimin as soon as he’s sure no one’s paying close attention. 

“Let me help you too.”

“But I-“

Jeongguk just takes over without letting Jimin finish the sentence. He buttons the last few buttons of his blouse, then eyes over Jimin’s attire. 

“Forgot what you looked like in formal clothes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, looks good on you.”

“I don’t know.” Jimin eyes himself in the mirror. “I miss my hair, I look so bulky.”

Jeongguk eyes over Jimin’s short hair, it’s growing quite fast. He runs his hand through the strands, pets it a few times.

“Looks good to me.”

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Why did I delete? The start of the scene shows Jeongguk basically salivating over Jimin and then somehow the scene after they were very domestic and I didn’t like that, I wanted the story to be less cute more horny, sorry for people who wanted them to be cuter 😭 what I said, this whole story is just about the buildup to them snapping and then maybe later I will write some domestic stuff 

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Deleted scene 6: Jeongguk and Jimin helping each other put on clothes

Even when they have an event where they need to wear formal clothes, he’s not sure he can ask Jimin to help him tie his tie. 

He looks in the mirror, struggles with the stupid thing. Even though he’s had staff tie it for him so many times, he can’t remember how to do it. If he had his phone right now he could just look it up, but they’re only allowed them some days, in the evening.

Would it be weird to ask Jimin?

He spots him in the reflection, already done with his own tie, fidgeting with the buttons of his blouse. 

It‘s been a long time since he’s seen Jimin in formal clothes. Forgot how elegant it looks, the fabric hanging around his body loosely, making pretty lines.

That pretty, tan, well-trained stomach-

As if Jimin senses his eyes, he looks up, right at him in the mirror. 

Jeongguk quickly averts his gaze, focuses on his tie, cheeks burning up a bit. It’s getting ridiculous, can’t even look Jimin in the eye without feeling this way. 

He’s just so restless, it’s like an itch that he can’t scratch, he’s waiting for any type of opportunity to just get Jimin alone.

So when their unit members leave one by one, he just slowly manoeuvres his way over.

“Can you help with my tie?”

Jimin startles slightly, looks up at him with that cute bewildered expression; lips in a pout, eyes a little big. 

What he’d give for just a kiss..

“Uh.. sure.”

Jimin grabs the ends of his tie, steps closer as he focuses. 

Jeongguk swallows, that soft scent intrudes his nose, so distinctively Jimin. He craves to be closer, even if it’s just a hug. 

This close, he can practically count every single eyelash, see those small birthmarks on Jimin’s forehead. His pretty hair is growing fast, and though Jimin doesn’t like it, Jeongguk thinks he looks hot like this; clean cut, his jaw and eyebrows sharp.

It’s truly a wonder of the world, how Jimin has sharp but also soft features; his cheeks and nose look so soft cute, and though he has monolid eyes, they have soft edges. 

And those lips; god. 

He swallows as he looks at them; pink, plump, the Cupid’s bow barely visible, it’s sort of faded, he never noticed before. 

What would it feel like to kiss them?

Jimin clears his throat, and Jeongguk looks up. 

“I’m done.”

He says, patting the tie once, Jeongguk kind of forgot about it.

“Thanks.”

He doesn’t even look at it, just wants to stay right there; this close proximity is addicting. 

Jimin doesn’t move away either, which is rare, usually he’s the one to create distance, but he just stands in front of him, looking at him with an expression he can’t read. 

They can’t do anything.

Jeongguk has to tell himself that, because heat is licking down his spine, and his eyes keep darting down to those pretty lips. 

There are others in the room. 

Jimin does it too; looks at his lips for just a split second but Jeongguk notices. 

God help him. 

He looks down just to snap out of it, finds Jimin’s boots right there. 

Those boots that they.. texted about.

“Let me help you put these on.”

He gets down on one knee, pats his thigh, grabs one of Jimin’s boots. 

Jimin looks down at him, eyes wide, the smallest shake of his head; but there’s something else as well. something darker, a glaze over 

So he just pats his thigh again, and this time Jimin bites his lower lip as he slips his foot into the black boot. 

Jeongguk holds his breath as he takes the laces and straps it up. He looks up from under his lashes, Jimin gasps softly.

He should probably stop right here; but it’s addicting. 

There are almost no people left in the room.

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Why did I delete?  it was at the start of the third chapter and it felt like it had a lack of buildup throughout the chapter, as you know this same scene is at the end of chapter three so it’s not like I hated the scene I just didn’t like the placement of it, I wanted more tension between them so I had them sext first :)

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Deleted scene 7: start of chapter three and them texting

That’s the thing; if he could just stop looking at Jimin in this way, everything would probably be fine.

But Jimin is the single most attractive person in his vicinity, and fuck, the way he’s talked about his dreams, about sex, the texts he sent; it’s but a taste of what Jimin is like in the bedroom.

It makes him so curious. Maybe that’s it: they have never even as much as grazed the subject before they got here, and now he’s gotten a glimpse of it and he’s addicted.

He can’t even find the decency not to stare at Jimin undressing. And when they hit the showers he has to fight the urge to run his eyes all over him. 

Jimin is hot. 

He’s at a point where he can’t even deny it. Yes, these circumstances make it practically unavoidable to not look at him this way, but deep down he’s always known that Jimin is hot. 

He’s got long, pretty legs, a nice ass, beautiful moon tattoos covering his spine. He loves Jimin’s backside. He’s pretty confident in that part. that million dollar face, elegant neck, pretty nipples, ribcage tattoo. 

It’s just, beneath that deep v-line there’s- well- that.

Jeongguk’s ears burn up as he looks at Jimin’s soft cock. He doesn’t know what to do with that at all. 

Anal? He’s wanted to do that with girls too, so it wouldn’t be so different to do that with Jimin. But dicksucking? Or even touching Jimin there, he’s not confident about that.

It’s stupid because his thoughts keep spiralling through these options even though Jimin clearly said he doesn’t want to cross that line. 

Yet he walks around like this; throat dry, eyes fixed on Jimin, hungry.

he’s sure Jimin notices. He gets those eyes on him every now and then, like a warning, stop staring. 

Jimin mainly keeps his distance, and yet, Jeongguk knows he feels that same pull; that tension.

It’s clear in the way Jimin pushes him away. The way he cuts conversations short, the way he doesn’t touch him anymore. He’s afraid it will escalate.

One of Jimin’s love languages is physical touch, he’s always hit him when he laughs, or pinched his chest, rubbed over the back of his neck, but lately Jimin hasn’t been giving him anything.

It’s kind of sad really; in a place that already minimises physical touch, that looks down upon male intimacy, and is mentally and physically exhausting, he craves Jimin’s closeness. 

He knows it’s his own fault; he can’t act right. So on edge that every type of need for contact is layered with something else.

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He lies awake with the blanket pulled over his head, stares at the dim glow of his phone. It’s one of the few nights they’re allowed to have it.

He’s already texted his family and friends, and he’s just been paying games even though everything in his body is telling him to text Jimin, to just say something. But Jimin’s been distant all day, so if he texts first, it’ll feel desperate.  

But when it’s almost 1AM he gives up. They’ll have to get up early, there might even be night patrol. 

Except the second he puts his phone away it buzzes.

The screen lights up with a text.

Still awake?

He blinks, looks over his shoulder at Jimin’s bunk, sees him lying there on his stomach, light of his phone illuminating just the small bit of his face that Jeongguk can see from this angle.

He looks back at his phone, opens the message.

Yeah, was gonna sleep just now 

Jimin types something, then stops, and then types again. 

Oh, okay, sleep well 

It’s so dry, kind of makes Jeongguk’s heart ache a little. 

Why, what’s up? Can’t sleep?

He asks, hoping Jimin won’t brush him off. 

Mm, can’t sleep

Why?

Jimin doesn’t respond for a while, so Jeongguk just looks over his shoulder, can not make out if Jimin is doing something else or thinking about what to send.

He sighs, turns back, thinks maybe he should just give up.

Sorry for being distant

Ah..

He bites on the inside of his cheek, doesn’t really feel the words hit. Jimin always does this, texts him when he feels bad instead of just saying it.

So maybe it’s a bit petty when he sends back an:

are you?

I am

It’s just, I can’t get your moans out of my head

Oh.

Jeongguk stares wide-eyed at the screen, suddenly it’s hard to breathe. His cheeks burn up as he pulls up the blankets higher, clamps it between his legs for comfort.

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Why did I delete? I felt like the placing was better, but it just felt very abrupt? I guess, I felt a lack of reason for them to start texting, which is why eventually I started the chapter with Jimin being a bit flustered about the fact that Jeongguk moaned his name, and then being distant, which gave a reason for Jeongguk to start texting!

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That’s all my fun facts and deleted scenes I hope you enjoyed and I hope it makes you anticipate the next chapters even more 🩷