In Close Quarters • semi final 3.7K (Patreon)

sorry, due to a lot of family stuff I will not bore you with, I haven’t been able to finish the last scene but I’ll try to write it tonight and upload it tomorrow, so for the ones who want to read a bit already and have to sleep early, here is the first part

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“I have night watch now, Jeongguk-ah.”

Everything is blurry when he wakes up— the small LED lamp barely lights up the tent. His legs are sticky when he moves, eyelids so heavy they keep falling closed.

A warm hand presses against his shoulder, then.

“You have to get up.”

He blinks, finds Jimin under him.

Oh, right, they fucked.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, gets off of Jimin slowly, blindly feels around the bed for his clothes. “You’re on watch?”

“Mm.” Jimin gets up, covers fall from his shoulders, beautiful bare body on display as he grabs his thermals. “You need to get back to your own tent.”

“Mmh.” He nods slowly, puts on his shirt. “Did you even sleep?”

“Mm? No.” 

Jimin stands up, grabs a towel and cleans between his legs.

Jeongguk blinks, follows the motion. 

Why would he be cleaning—

Oh.

Heat rushes up to his cheeks.

“Sorry for— I mean, coming—“

“I liked it.” Jimin casts him a glance over his shoulder. 

Oh, good. 

He sits up on the stretcher and nods, rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. 

Jimin gives him a small smile, continues dressing.

Jeongguk follows his lead. 

It’s silent in the tent, just them buttoning up their jackets. It’s not tense, the air between them, it’s just, they’re going through the motions.

There is no time for feelings in a place like this, it’s too limited, and work always comes first.

When they’re both dressed, Jimin just stands there for a while, near the opening of the tent.

Jeongguk walks up to him, gently nudges his shoulder.

Nothing really comes to mind to say, but Jimin’s eyes are soft, just like the smile on his lips. 

Once they step outside of the tent, they’re going to have to be professionals again— they’re going to have to pretend none of it happened. 

Maybe that’s why they just stand there for a while, shoulder to shoulder, the backs of their hands brushing against each other.

Jimin takes a deep breath, then nods.

“Let’s go.”

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It’s not even an hour later when all privates are called to the briefing point.

Sergeant Jung looks around the half circle, stone cold, piercing eyes.

“I received some noise complaints.” Sergeant Jung states, taking slow strides in front of them, coming to a halt right in front of him. “Anyone care to explain?”

Oh fuck.

He suppresses his swallow, squeezes his hands tightly behind his back.

“Yes sir.” 

Jinyoung speaks up, takes a step forward. 

Sergeant Jung holds his gaze a second longer, before he walks away.

Jeongguk’s heart hammers against his chest. A quick glance at Jimin— he’s the same.

“Private Kim.”

“Jeon and I heard sounds from Jimin’s tent. Perhaps he took advantage of the fact that Donghyuk wasn’t there.”

Oh— god, that must be embarrassing for Jimin. 

But it’s a nice safe, better than reality, creates an alibi for him too.

Some of the privates chuckle.

Jimin’s ears turn a little pink.

“Private Park?”

“Yes sir.”

“Apologise to the other privates one by one. If anyone hears you again, you will sleep in the hammock in the forest for the rest of this training.”

“Yes sir.”

Jeongguk breathes a sigh of relief. He casts a glance at Jimin who neatly walks up and apologises to every single unit member, saves him for last.

He can barely look Jimin in the eyes, tips of his ears burning.

“Sorry, private Jeon.”

Heat rushes up his neck, and he shakes his head.

“All good, hyung.”

Their eyes meet, a shock of electricity courses through his body.

———

“CORD CHECK!”

The sergeant calls in the middle of their clean-up.

Jeongguk already has his clutched in his hand, but next to him Jinyoung’s eyes go wide, hands flying from his back pockets to his jacket.

“Fuck—“

“Here.” 

He pushes his cord into Jinyoung’s hands. 

“But—“

“Where are your cords, Private Kim, Private Jeon?”

“I lost mine, sir.”

Jeongguk says, patting himself down again just for show. 

“That’s dishes for you Private Jeon. Now.”

“Yes sir.”

He pushes up his sleeves, turns to look at Jinyoung over his shoulder, gives him a small smile, then walks off to collect the dirty dishes.

About an hour later, when he’s finished with everything, just drying the last plates, Jinyoung show up.

“Thanks for that.”

“least I could do.” He shrugs. “You helped me out twice.”

“Yeah— but I don’t get it, I thought you..” Jinyoung looks around camp, then leans in a little closer. “I thought you stole Donghyuk’s? Why didn’t you just give me one of his?”

Oh.

The corner of his mouth tugs up a little.

“I uh.. might have left both of them under his pillow.”

Jinyoung blinks, his jaw drops a bit.

“You’re a fucking demon. What if he—“

“Jeon fucking Jeongguk!”

Donghyuk’s voice carries over the camp, makes Jeongguk grin even brighter.

“Guess he found them.”

——

“Alright listen up!” Sergeant Jung’s voice cuts through the chatter, boots pacing in front of the small formation. “You’ll be running an Objective Secure drill.”

Everyone straightens their backs. 

“Somewhere hidden in the woods there’s a flag—your objective. first to locate the flag, secure it, and hold the position wins. All you get is a compass and a map, everyone starts from a different rendezvous point.”

He flips his clipboard.

“Teams are as follows..”

Jeongguk crosses his fingers, anyone but Donghyuk.

“Park Jimin, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Oh.

His stomach flips. 

His eyes find Jimin’s over the others, just for a split second. 

God. Finally some alone time. Even if it’s a mission, at least they’re together.

Sergeant Jung continues until everyone is paired up, then lowers his clipboard.

“Gear check in five. If anything rattles, lights up, or falls off, and another team spots you, you’re done.”

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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 ask, 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 down his back, slip under his arms, run 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, two fingers slipping under it.

“Bit loose..” 

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

Oh.. fuck.

He hums.

Jimin’s hands slide to the buckle, 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 around his hips, run from the back to the front, lingers there.

Jeongguk bites his lip, leans into it. 

To be able to feel Jimin’s hands all over him under the excuse it’s just a gear check is heavenly, they should’ve done this earlier. 

Jimin’s hand slides a little lower, past the buckle, to his crotch, cupping him through his pants.

He gasps, vision a little blurry for a second, before Jimin takes his hand off.

“Mmh. All good.”Not even the slightest change in Jimin’s voice, as if he’s talking about the weather. “Do me, now.” 

Jeongguk nods, not entirely there. He turns around, eyes over Jimin’s attire, from his boots to his beret, nothing out of place.

Jimin just stares at him, those mellow, monolid eyes in the dark following his every move. They’re close enough that with every breath the fog mingles and becomes one. His hands shake a little as he runs his hands over Jimin’s shoulder straps, tightens one of them. 

Every other second he looks up, Jimin is staring right at him, no expression, but the intensity makes his throat feel a little tight.

It’s unfair that the cold air makes Jimin’s lips even more pink, too. Each time he focuses on some other part of Jimin’s gear he can’t seem to skip over those plush lips. 

It’s when he reaches Jimin’s utility belt that he doesn’t even look down. Stuck on those lips, his hands do all the work, sliding over the pouches, towards the buckle.

“All done..”

He breathes.

“Mm..” Jimin hums softly. “Think my laces are undone..”

Jeongguk blinks, but then tips his head down, finds one of Jimin’s boots untied. He’s pretty sure it wasn’t though, just moments ago.

“Can you strap me up?”

Oh..

A shiver runs down his spine, and he fixates on the ground, body stiff, ears running hot.

“I— yeah— I can.”

“Good.” Jimin takes a few steps back, until he’s backed up against a big tree, then he nods to his boot. “Here.”

God fuck.

His body tingles each step he takes, Jimin’s gaze causes static in his brain when he slowly kneels down in front of him.

The ground is cold against his knees, but it’s nothing compared to the heat that creeps up his back, the water that pools in his mouth when he grabs both ends of the laces.

There’s no one who should look this good in military boots. And there’s no way it should make his heartbeat pick up just to tie Jimin’s laces, but it’s not the act— it’s the weight of Jimin’s sharp eyes on him— the lack of anyone in their vicinity— and the terrible temptation, the sound of Jimin’s belt buckle— small fingers threading through his hair.

“Jeongguk..”

“Mm..”

“My belt.. is undone..”

The grip on his hair tightens, a light pull, closer.

Fuck.

He lifts his gaze, from Jimin’s open belt up to his face— the way Jimin bites his lip.

“It’s undone..” Jimin whispers, like a broken record.

Jeongguk swallows, moves his hands up to Jimin’s belt, eyes catching the outline of Jimin’s dick, pressing against the fabric. 

Fuck, it’s going there.

After months of dreams and fantasies it’s really happening— right now. Right here. In the fucking forest, in the middle of a military drill, pitch black around them.

He’s not even helping— just holding the ends of Jimin’s belt, eyes glued to the bulge right in front of his face. 

Jimin’s hand runs through his hair, fingers caressing his scalp, then holding his locks tightly. 

Jeongguk pants softly, moves a little closer, leaves and twigs rustling under his knees, breath fogging up the space between them. 

“Need to— I need to check.”

“Mm.” Jimin tugs on his hair. “Do it.”

“Fuck..”

He slides his hands to the button of Jimin’s pants, undoes it quickly, pulls down the zipper.   It’s ridiculous, he doesn’t know why he’s pretending this is part of the gear check when it’s obviously an excuse.

But the moment he sees Jimin’s cock— black underwear clinging around the outline, his mouth waters. 

Sure— he’s seen Jimin’s dick more than a few times but, it’s only recent he’s seen it hard. And this up close it’s quite big, too.

“Jeongguk-ah..” Jimin pants softly. “Not much time.”

fuck, right. there really isn’t time— any of the others might pass through this part. 

He slips his fingers into the waistband of Jimin’s underwear and pulls it down— the fabric pushes Jimin’s cock down until it slips past it, and it slaps against his stomach. 

God fuck it’s pretty.

“Mmh— fuck— please.”Jimin tugs on his hair, curls his other hand around the base of his cock and aligns the head with his mouth. “Need your mouth.”

A shiver runs down his spine. His chest rises a little quickly— cause, fuck, he’s never done this before. Though he dreamed about it— somewhere the first month, Jimin smirking down at him, coming on his face— the real thing is quite intimidating.

Dick, that is.

Big— and thick too, right in front of his face.

“I don’t— I don’t know how to—“

“It’s okay— I’m not gonna last long.”

Oh.

He wants to say something else— but the head of Jimin’s cock presses against his lips then; warm and soft, a little wet. 

Fuck— that’s good.

It’s like his body just takes over, lips parting as if Jimin asked him to, allowing Jimin to slip his cock inside inch by inch, stretching his jaw until he’s stuffed with it.

“Mmh..” 

He moans around the length, ears burning when it twitches on his tongue, hard and heavy.

“Mmh— fuck, I’m gonna— try to keep it down.” Jimin pants, more like he’s talking to himself. “You okay?”

“Mm.” 

He nods, curls his hands around Jimin’s thighs, his own cock twitching in his pants. 

And since they’re on a tight schedule, he just moves— let’s Jimin’s cock slide almost all the way out, just the head in his mouth, then slowly takes him in again— not sure if it’s good but that’s what he knows from receiving them.

“Ah— fuck.”

Jimin moans, sucks in a sharp breath and just pulls on his hair, guides him through the motion.

His eyes flutter shut, he just lets Jimin push and pull him by his hair while he adjusts to the slide of that hard cock over his tongue, the slightly salty taste.

It’s insane how his mouth waters around the length, with each thrust into his mouth the sound gets dirtier, a wet squelch that seems to turn Jimin on.

“Fuck— so hot..” Jimin pants. “Remember you.. dreamed about this?”

Ah— he kind of hoped Jimin forgot.

his cheeks burn as he casts a glance at him, the eye contact static. 

Jimin shudders, slides a hand down his cheek under his chin.

“Came all over your face.. right?”

Fuck.

His eyes blow wide, and he detects the smallest grin on Jimin’s lips, before his mouth gets stuffed again— giving him no time to react.

Yesterday Jimin seemed so— concerned, shy almost, but this guy shamelessly thrusting into his mouth in the middle of the woods— fuck, he kind of forgot about this side of Jimin.

Purposely undoing his laces, opening his belt, backing up against the tree for coverage, so sneaky.

“Ngh— fuck— want me to?”

The question hangs in the air for a bit, until it registers and sends a jolt through his body. 

Jimin coming on his face. 

He shudders, heat creeps up his neck, dick twitching in his pants. 

No is the right answer here, no he does not want Jimin’s cum on his face. He should say that.

His mouth waters, he brings one hand up from Jimin’s thigh to the base of his cock, curls around it while he licks along vein on the underside to the head. 

“Yeah..”

He nods.

“Fuck.” Jimin bats his hand off, curls a hand around his length. “Open your mouth.”

Jesus.

He blinks a few times, opens his mouth, looks up at Jimin who bites down on his lower lip.

“Ngh.. fuck..”

God, maybe it’s the angle but fuck. Jimin looks hot when he moves his hand around his cock, strokes himself fast, all the while his slanted eyes are fixated on his mouth. 

What would it feel like? 

Hot? Warm? Dirty? 

A moan slips past his lips, and he slides his own hand down to cup himself through his pants. He pushes his palm against the head through the fabric, rubs against it just for that sweet bit of friction.

“Mhh, fuck—“ Jimin pants, tries to keep his voice down but the sound of him getting off is wet and obscene. The visual even more so. “Close your eyes.”

Oh, right. 

He shuts his eyes, completely in the dark now, and not even a second later Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, rhythm of his hand coming to a stop and then—

warm streaks of cum hit his cheek, his chin, his lips, dribbling into mouth. It’s obscene but perfect— he leans into it, until the head of Jimin’s cock presses against his cheek, more cum spilling down, dripping from his jaw to the ground. 

“Mmh— fuck.”

Jimin moans, not all that quiet.

He moans softly, swallows the bit that dribbled into his mouth, then wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

When he opens his eyes, Jimin is desperately looking for something, until he finds a handkerchief somewhere in his pocket and starts to wipe his face down.

“Sorry— that was dumb.”

He blinks, almost snorts at how quick Jimin can go from horny to concerned, but he doesn’t mind anyway, likes how he gets wiped down until it’s all clean.

He gets up on his feet, only now sees how Jimin’s cheeks are a little more pink, eyes glazed over, lips parted, out of breath.

“We should— probably—“

Whatever Jimin wanted to say— he just swallows it, slots their lips together, presses him against the tree. Who knows how long they have left? who knows when the next time is that they can even so much as touch each other..

“Mmh..”

Jimin’s hands fist into his hair, soft lips opening for him easily, tongue meeting his in the middle, already familiar.

God, he tastes sweet.

he pulls Jimin close by his waist, bites softly in his plush lower lip, tilts his head the other way.

A twig snaps in the distance.

They pull away as if they practiced it beforehand, quick, professional, wiping their mouths and ducking down for cover. 

The rest of the drill he’s trying his best to kill his boner, but the aftertaste of Jimin’s cum on his tongue keeps him dazed all night long. 

—————————

The field exercise comes to an end only a day after that.

It’s about a week later that they finally get to go on their first leave. 3 days, that’s it. 

The taxi ride is.. a bit awkward.

Since Jimin and him live pretty close they decided to take the same taxi, but they haven’t talked about what happened, so..

Yeah, this is pretty.. weird.

“Are you going to see your parents first?”

Jimin asks softly. 

He looks good, in his normal clothes. Thick rimmed glasses, a dark long sleeved shirt clinging around his frame.

Lip balm.. 

His lips look shiny, and soft.

Why haven’t they kissed yet?

He tears his eyes off, finds Jimin’s gaze. 

“Mm? Yeah, I think so.” He shrugs. “You?”

“Mine are waiting for me, at my house.”

“Cute.” 

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, looks down then. “And some friends want to see me.”

“Mm..” Jeongguk nods. “Same.”

They should talk about it. 

He should bring it up one way or another, but the driver is right there and he doesn’t know if Jimin wants to talk about it. 

But they should.

“The.. trip.” He looks down at his lap, throat tightening. “what happened—“

“Yeah.” Jimin’s voice sounds an octave higher. “I thought at your place.. maybe..”

Oh, good, Jimin does want to talk, then.

“Yeah, when?”

“So I’m gonna try to see my friends tomorrow and then Sunday..”

“Okay, so Sunday.”

“Yeah. I’ll come to you.”

Good.

He looks over at Jimin, less than an arm’s distance away. 

Jimin turns to look at him too, unreadable expression on his face. It’s not cold though, it’s quite similar as before— just going through the motions, having to prioritise other things, never really having time for each other. 

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He feels a little bad that he can’t concentrate fully on his family or friends. 

It’s just, Jimin.

They don’t have time. They simply never have time. And they’re never going to get time either. He’s been wrecking his mind the past two days, everything is just so damn complicated.

At first he thought it was just the lack of girls, the lack of sexual relief. But after sexting he sort of already developed this gut feeling, that more was at play, because why else would he be so eager? 

And that night in the tent really confirmed all of his suspicions; it was something visceral, a feeling that has been festering for years, dormant because there was never any place for it.

But it’s sort of weird, too. Since Jimin and him have been so close for years now, he doesn’t really feel that crush stage, and since he loves Jimin as a person he can’t really say if that means in love, but he’s never felt this strongly about anyone else. 

and on top of all of that, there’s also the members, their reputation, and the laws of their country, which makes it an even bigger mess. 

He sighs, rests his head on the table. 

Jimin will probably come to the same conclusion.