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Jimin doesn’t call.

Even though this was Jimin’s idea in the first place.

Phone sex, every night.

So why isn’t he calling?

Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, goes to his contacts, hovers his thumb above Jimin’s number.

If he calls, that would just be admitting defeat.

He called yesterday, he called the time before that too, it should be Jimin who calls him first this time around.

Except, minutes pass by slowly, turn into hours, and by the time it’s midnight he just gives up.

Fuck Park Jimin anyway.

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Forced blind dates are his worst nightmare, honestly.

Though he gets why Taehyung and Hoseok made him go. Apparently he drunk confessed he was fooling around with a straight guy after the house party, and they’re trying to save him from that fate.

It’s really kind, but god, he wishes he was calling Jeongguk instead of having dinner with this guy.

Though it might be better this way. Not calling Jeongguk is probably better for his sanity. Besides, he’s not even sure if Jeongguk would pick up.

Focusing on the guy in front of him who’s actually gay and could potentially be a good partner, that’s all he should be doing.

Si-hun is kind, polite, pretty, sure, all of that. The kind of guy you’d see on the front of some fashion magazine. He works as a fitness instructor, has a cute cat at home, yeah, he’s got to give it to Hoseok and Taehyung, they did their absolute best.

It’s just that every time he makes a slightly suggestive comment, Si-hun is completely oblivious. When he says something just a little on the edge, the conversation shuts down. He doesn’t think Si-hun has even laughed once or attempted to make a joke.

And it’s fine, they don’t have to joke around but god, he might as well be sitting here with a colleague.

When he tilts his head, darts his eyes down to Si-hun’s lips for a split second, and back up, he doesn’t even notice.

And fine, maybe he’s shallow? maybe sexual attraction is overrated. He can just be normal, have a conversation about school, about sports, about the weather.

“You play baseball, right?”

“Mmh.” He nods, a flash of intense dark brown eyes in his mind. “After class, usually.”

“What do you like about it the most?”

Ah.

“That would be.. the rush..”

Tiles under his knees, legs spread on a bench, hand in his hair.

“The teamwork..”

Intense dark brown eyes, rough hands, a finger rubbing down on his tongue.

“The feeling of hitting a homerun.”

Their bodies pressed together in the showers, strong muscles under his fingers.

“All of that.”

He clears his throat, looks down at the table.

He’s so fucking doomed.

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He’s not unfamiliar with Jeongguk’s cold shoulder, had it a few times before, but damn, he missed one evening call and Jeongguk doesn’t even look at him the next day.

Which is fine. He already agreed to another date with Si-hun, only because Taehyung and Hoseok kept saying he should.

It’s a good thing.

Jeongguk was never going to be anything but a fuck buddy anyway. The guy is still under the assumption he’s straight, of all things. It’s better this way.

And yet.

Each time he catches Jeongguk’s gaze for a second during baseball he feels guilty.

It’s stupid, he knows, Jeongguk hates talking in public, but after practice, when he’s sitting on the bench, looking at Jeongguk’s back, he just feels that tug in his chest.

Ah, he shouldn’t do this.

But he’s already there, nudging Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Hey.”