wipwednesday In Close Quarters chapter 5 ❤️‍🔥 (Patreon)

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It’s pitch black in the forest, the cold hangs in the air, bites at his face. the start signal rings in the distance. 

It’s just him and Jimin here now, alone.  

Despite his earlier joy of being paired up, he’s unable to come up with anything to say. Each time Jimin’s eyes land on his a spark lights inside, his chest tightens.

God, they had sex.

For some reason it’s only really hitting now. And it’s prominent too, capital letters S E X screaming right at him like a red neon sign.

He fucked Jimin.

his best friend Jimin.

His bandmate Jimin.

His hyung, Jimin.

Never even gave that a second thought either— everything happened in a rush, he had his fingers in his mouth, in Jimin’s, and inside of Jimin in like under a minute. 

Did he ask Jimin? Did Jimin ask him? He’s pretty sure there was a fuck me from Jimin’s lips somewhere.. 

He never even gave it a second thought— but it’s kind of.. well, since Jimin is older, maybe he should have at least offered him to top? 

But.. Jimin.. topping

He eyes over Jimin’s frame, the arch of his ass so prominent.

So pretty. 

Water pools in his mouth the longer he stares.

“Jeongguk-ah..”

He blinks, tears his eyes off.

“Yeah?”

“Uh.. the map.” Jimin nods at his hand. “Shouldn’t we be locating the flag?”

Oh right yeah.

The drill.

He looks down at said map, indeed in his hand, upside down. 

He turns it quickly, though it’s a bit too dark to read. Jimin shines a flashlight on it then, stands close to him. 

Very close, actually. Their shoulders touch.

Jimin puts his finger on the map, traces a line over it.

He’s got delicate fingers, pretty, manicured, small. 

“Think we should head east.” 

Jimin says, voice soft, turns his head to look at him.

The light reflects off the map, illuminates Jimin’s features. His high cheekbones, soft, puffy lips.

Jeongguk swallows, whips his head down at the map and traces the same line as though he knows what he’s doing.

“Yeah.” He nods, absolutely no clue. “East.”

“Okay. Gear check and go.” 

Jimin states, so focused on the mission. 

Or maybe he’s pretending too.

Jeongguk doesn’t question it, he just nods once more. 

Except, the moment Jimin steps behind him he freezes. Small hands run over the straps on his shoulders first, tugging once, twice. They slowly slide over his ribs to check his vest strap, smoothening it out.

He stares at a tree, holds his breath as Jimin’s hands slide down to his waist strap, fingers slipping under it.

“Bit loose..” 

Jimin’s breath fans against the back of his neck.

Oh.. fuck.

He hums, doesn’t know really what to say. Seems he doesn’t have to because Jimin’s hands slide to the buckle. He pulls one of the straps a little tighter.

“Good?”

“Mm.” Jeongguk nods, swallows. “Good.”

“Good. Last one.”

Jimin’s hands slide to his utility belt, run from the back to the front, lingers there.