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it’s still dark.

He’s sunken into the mattress, body heavy, completely satisfied, safe and warm.

So why is he awake?

He blinks slowly, that musky, floral scent intrudes his nose— he’s in Jimin’s bed, in Jimin’s room. 

Oh, right, they fucked. Again.

He takes a deep breath, then sighs, eyes fluttering shut. It’s too early to wake up just yet, too early to think about these things. Jimin’s bed is too comfortable, the mattress so soft, the warmth against his back so addictive.

He dozes off easily. 

But the sweet, soft dreams of clouds change gradually, warm waves wash over his body, a tingle runs down his spine.

A soft hand rubs over his side, slowly to his front, palm flat against his stomach, hot breath fans against the nape of his neck. 

His eyes flutter open.

Jimin’s nose tickles against his skin, his soft lips press against the back of his shoulder.

Is he awake?

Jeongguk holds his breath for a bit, doesn’t move an inch.

Jimin presses soft, slow kisses from his shoulder to his neck, sort of innocent at first, but the closer he gets to his neck, the more his mouth opens against his skin, hot and wet.

Fuck..

Jimin is definitely awake. And horny.

He should push him off, tell him to let him sleep, something along those lines, but his body won’t move at all. Wired on Jimin’s touch, on the verge between fear and anticipation. 

surely, Jimin wouldn’t dare to do anything too insane, right? 

He stays perfectly still while Jimin keeps kissing his neck, his hot tongue darting out, licking over that part where his neck meets his shoulder. 

Fuck.

Jimin’s hand moves up slowly, from his stomach to his chest, cups his pec, squeezes it once.

He’s.. not stopping.

A finger brushes over his nipple, and he has to bite down on his tongue not to make a sound. It’s still sensitive from yesterday, even the smallest graze sends a tingle through his body. 

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The heat inside of him is unbearable, gnawing at him, slowly driving him insane. 

If Jeongguk leaves in the morning, it will probably take months again to get him back in his bed like this; lying against his front, snoring softly.

It’s bad, he knows, he shouldn’t be greedy but he can’t help it; pulls Jeongguk closer by his waist, presses up against his back, digs his nose into the hairs at his nape.

his honey shampoo somehow smells even better on Jeongguk than it does on himself, and his broad back feels warm against his chest. 

Ah.. he’s gonna miss this. 

Those defined muscles under his fingers, every dip, every line. he draws a pattern towards Jeongguk’s abs— even though he shouldn’t bother him when he’s sleeping, shouldn’t touch without asking..

Just.. just one more time would heal him though. If he could just fuck him one more time, before the night ends..

He kisses the back of Jeongguk’s shoulder, heated skin against his lips, slowly towards his neck. But it’s not enough.. he needs to taste Jeongguk’s sweat on his tongue, needs to melt together again, fuck him nice and slow.

It’s bad, he knows, when he opens his mouth just a little more, licks the skin just for a taste, brings his hand up to Jeongguk’s chest and brushes a finger over his nipple. 

It’s just.. Jeongguk’s nipples are sensitive, and if he plays with them a little bit maybe he’ll turn him on. 

Jeongguk’s slight hitch of breath tells him he’s awake, but for whatever reason he doesn’t get pushed away. Jeongguk just lets him touch, bares his neck a little even.

So he takes it up a notch. 

He cups Jeongguk’s pec, squeezes it softly, and presses himself flush against his backside. His hard cock snug against the cleft of Jeongguk’s ass, so close to where he wants to be.

There’s still no objection at all. Knowing Jeongguk, he’d probably have elbowed him by now if he didn’t like this.

So, that’s good. 

If Jeongguk doesn’t mind all this, maybe having him just one more time isn’t that far fetched. If he just eases him into it.. 

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Jimin’s body is so hot against his back, almost like he’s running a fever. That, and— there’s a dick is pressed against his ass.

Never in his life has a guy— has anyone ever actually— woken him up like this; a hot mouth on his neck, greedy hand squeezing his pecs, hips bucking against him ever so slightly. Something about it is sort of.. flattering. 

Jimin always does things like that, lets him know so clearly that he wants him, always makes his desire so obvious that it’s inevitable, unescapable. It’s so alien to him, that someone could want him so much they’d wake up at 5 in the morning unable to keep their hands off.

But with every openmouthed, hot kiss on his neck, every rub over his sensitive nipple, and every soft moan right next to his ear, he slips further and further.

It wouldn’t be that bad, to just.. give in. 

Jimin’s hand slides down, warm palm dragging over his stomach, fingers tickling his abs. They slow down as soon as they reach his hip, a slow circle drawn onto his skin.

He bites his lower lip, should tell Jimin to stop right about now. They already had sex, the bet is over, there is no reason to have sex right now. There is no verbal agreement, no condition that it hangs on, no excuse.

If Jimin touches him now; if he lets him, it’s because he wants it.

He opens his mouth, but words won’t come out. Jimin’s hand slips down further, curls around his semi-hard cock. 

Fuck.

“Mmh..” Jimin moans softly, licks a hot stripe right behind his ear. “Can I?”

His breath hitches.

Jimin knows he’s awake.

That warm, small hand around his cock squeezes softly, already moves up and down once in a languid motion, as if Jimin can barely control himself. 

A soft moan escapes his lips, betrays his state. It’s just— it feels so fucking good. Even after an entire night of getting railed, somehow he still wants it, insatiable.

God, he’s pathetic. Jimin makes him so fucking pathetic. 

He bites his lip hard, can’t tell him yes or he’ll hate himself. Can’t tell him no for the exact same reason.

“Sorry.” Jimin whispers then, takes his hand off right after. “I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“No.” 

He grabs Jimin’s wrist in a reflex. 

Fuck. 

He’s such a fucking loser.

Shame rushes through his veins as he drags Jimin’s hand back to his cock. 

“Fuck, yeah?”

Jimin sounds so out of breath, curls his hand back around him, soft lips pressing right under his ear. 

He breathes out the softest hum, apparently enough consent for Jimin. And thank fucking god he gave the green light, Jimin’s hand moves slow but skilled, just the right pace, just the right grip— he just isn’t bad at anything, this guy. It pisses him off.

The hot kisses on his neck, gentle bite in his earlobe, has his eyes fluttering shut, cock hard in seconds. No one has ever managed to make him feel good being woken up at 5 am, but for this he’d wake up every single morning. 

It’s like Jimin gives pleasure away for free, so easy, like he gets off on giving it. That might not even be too far off, since he’s moaning and panting against his ear like that from just jerking him off.

“I’m so fucking horny.”

Goosebumps run all over his body, the sentence settling in the pit of his stomach. 

Jimin is so— just so.. shameless. So direct.

“Feel that?”

Jimin’s hard cock presses against the cleft of his ass a bit more urgently.

“Mmh.” 

His face glows a little hot.

“You’re still.. you’re still loose from our earlier session.” Jimin whispers, nudges his ear with his nose. “I can just slip in.”

“No— you’re not fucking me again.”

“You will barely even feel it.” 

Jimin picks up the pace of his hand, rubs a little circle over the head of his cock like it’s his second nature. 

He sighs, leans his head back kind of accidentally, so gone for just a handjob. His dick is so sensitive from his previous orgasms and it’s like Jimin just knows exactly how to touch without making him feel overwhelmed.

“Please Jeon, just the tip?”

Fuck.

Jimin is begging..

His mouth waters. 

“I’ll be so gentle.” Jimin presses another soft kiss on his neck. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Mmh..” 

He knows. 

He knows Jimin will make him feel so fucking good. Always makes him feel good, never even once broke that promise.

“just.. just the tip.” 

He can’t believe that sentence just slipped from his mouth, covers his face with his arm right after.

“Yeah?” 

Jimin pants from behind, dick twitching against his ass. It’s so nice, so warm, slipping between his cheeks like that. It shouldn’t be this good, but lust just envelops around him like an embrace.

Full body shivers when the head of Jimin’s cock touches his rim, that’s how bad it’s gotten— at this point only his mind is objecting and absolutely nothing else.

“Ah— fuck, you’re still wet.” Jimin moans against the nape of his neck. “my cum is still inside of you..”

The sound that falls from his lips is way too whiny, it’s just— he hears it. That slick sound when Jimin rubs against his rim, how slippery it still is from a few hours ago, didn’t even bother to shower after.

It’s all fine. It’s still the same night, in the morning he will just bolt like he always does, but now he’ll allow it to happen. 

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He has no idea why Jeongguk is just letting him do this but thank the fucking heavens, the moment the head of his cock kisses Jeongguk’s rim all his thoughts fly out the window.

His body goes automatic pilot, the only thing he can really hear in his subconscious is that he should take it easy, make Jeongguk feel good.

So he does just that, moves his hand slowly around Jeongguk’s cock as he puts a little more pressure on his rim. Until it just gives, head of his cock sliding in so easily, no strain at all.

“Mmmh—“

“Fuck”

It’s so warm, so slick— he bites down on Jeongguk’s shoulder gently, eyes fluttering shut.

If only this could be every morning. Just them melting together like this, bodies hot under the covers, no sense of time, only pleasure. It’s like they’re completely in sync.

He moves his hips slowly, pulls out a little, then pushes back in. 

Jeongguk gasps, then holds his breath, that arm over his face like he always does. Like he’s too embarrassed to enjoy it. But gradually, as he starts a slow pace, soft pleased sighs fall from Jeongguk’s lips anyway. 

That’s exactly what he does it for. Something about deriving pleasure out of Jeongguk like this, it turns him on to no end. Fucking him slow with just the tip, until Jeongguk starts moving back on his cock ever so slightly.. 

God, fuck.———————

It’s unbearable, Jimin’s cock pushing past his rim just those few inches, but never against that sweet spot, never filling him up all the way. Whoever came up with just the tip must have been a masochist. 

Jimin is also annoyingly good at keeping a promise. Taking it easy, making him feel good, and just the tip. Not even a slight extra push inside, not even a soft pathetic plea for more. 

It comes down to him moving back on Jimin’s cock. Or maybe that was Jimin’s plan after all, making him do it. That’s probably it. Jimin always needs to rub it in his face, that he’s the one being needy, he’s the one who wants more.

It’s too early to stick to his pride, and Jimin is jerking him off too good to use his brain properly. So he just bites down on his lower lip, holds back his moans as he moves back on Jimin’s cock, makes it slip inside of him deeper.

“Ah—“ Jimin pants against the back of his neck, stops in his tracks. “What are you—“

“Just fuck me.” He breathes out, bucks his hips up into Jimin’s hand, the pleasure in his gut already maddening. “Stop being all gentle, just fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Jimin pushes in deeper, brings his lips close to his ear. “You kind of liked it gentle the first round.”

“Shut up.” Heat creeps up his neck. “That’s only cause you were being too rough.”

“Right.” Jimin chuckles softly, breath fanning against his neck. “Not at all cause you love when I fuck you deep and slow.”

He opens his mouth, but Jimin inches all the way in as a statement, fills him up to the brim, so all that comes out is a strangled moan. The stretch is more intense, whatever Jimin said about him still being loose from their earlier session was a lie. Or Jimin’s dick is just bigger in the morning. Either way, he can’t breathe, holds onto the sheets.

“Does it hurt babe?”

Jimin’s voice is raspier in the morning, but it still carries that mocking tone.

“Don’t call me that.” 

He pants, tips of his ears burning up. 

“Sorry love.” Jimin’s soft lips brush against his earlobe. “Can I move?”

This fucking—

Jimin moves before he even answers, the slow drag of his cock pulling out has him gasping for air. And when he pushes back in, he can only moan against the pillow.

“Mmh fuck.. why do you feel so fucking good?” Jimin moans, almost as if it’s a miracle. “Don’t think I’ve ever had better.”

It’s probably a compliment, but knowing that he’s the best bottom Jimin has ever fucked— it’s embarrassing. He’s basically being told he’s got a great ass, that he’s a good fuck. He really wants to hate that, but his dick twitches in Jimin’s hand like the fucking traitor it is.

“Oh..” Jimin muses, squeezes around his cock. “You like that?”

“No.” He pants. “Just–“

“You’re so tight.” 

Ah fuck, this guy.

“I don’t have a pussy.”

“No?” 

Jimin thrusts into him a little harder. The lewd, wet sound it makes is so reminiscent of it, that his entire point is undone just by that. Jimin doesn’t have to say a thing, he just fucks him so good, lets him listen to that rhythmic squelch, skin slapping against skin.

Flames lick at his face, and he’s just— he’s being fucked so good there is just nothing to say. All he can do is take it. His body goes slack, eyes fluttering shut as Jimin picks up the pace. 

So much for deep and slow, he’s getting railed. 

And it feels good. 

So fucking good. 

He pants against the pillow, all that heat accumulating in his gut, his muscles contracting. That spot inside of him, Jimin grazes it every time he thrusts in, even the slightest brush sends jolts through his body. 

“Fuck.” 

Jimin pants against his neck, encloses his teeth around that sweet spot. 

“Mmh— fuck.”

He shudders, never really had a thing for neck kissing or hickeys but anything Jimin does somehow turns into pleasure. 

“Need you all the time.”

Jimin whispers right against his ear.

He gasps, pleasure swirls around in the pit of his stomach. Jimin’s hand is working his cock relentlessly, while at the same time Jimin’s hips snap against his ass with each thrust. 

“Want to slip inside of you after every training—“

“S—shut up—“

“Need you to come prepped and ready to take my cock—“

“Ahh— fuck— shut up.”

“Gonna give you my dildo so you won’t have to miss feeling full.”

Jimin bites in his earlobe right after, and his vision completely blurs. That shameless, dirty mouth is too much to handle, makes his ears ring on the verge of his orgasm.

“So you won’t have to miss this.”

Jimin pulls almost all the way out, then rams it back inside so hard that his eyes roll back.

He has no control over it, his body just goes taut, hole clenching around Jimin’s cock, pleasure surging through his veins, a static tingling spreads under his skin and he comes.

“Ahhh fuck—“

“That’s it.” Jimin keeps stroking him through it, presses hot kisses along his neck to his ear. “So pretty when you come on my cock.”

“Nghh—“

The sounds slipping from his mouth are anything but manly, it’s embarrassing, but Jimin keeps deriving them out of him with each thrust. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna—“

Jimin’s hand slips from his cock, clamps around his hip instead as he buries his cock deep inside, and comes with a guttural moan.

Jeongguk bites on his lower lip, squeezes his eyes tightly shut, Jimin’s cock throbs inside of him. It’s so insane, being able to feel it, the way Jimin’s body convulses as he comes, fills him up for the second time that night.

“Mmh..” 

Jimin nuzzles his neck, soft sweet kisses as he rides out his orgasm, then slips his arm around his body and pulls him close.

He’s too buzzed to object, but he’s so very aware he’s being spooned. Also so very aware that his body warms up in Jimin’s embrace. 

But for now, he just leaves it be, breathes out soft pleased sighs with every kiss Jimin plants on his neck, sinks deeper and deeper into the mattress. 

It’s fine, he can let his guard down, he’ll just run as soon as the sun’s up. 

———————

The sun is up.

Jimin’s face is squished into the pillow, blonde hair a mess over his forehead, dark roots showing, eyes closed, lips a soft shade of pink. 

Jeongguk blinks once, twice, but the vision doesn’t become any less pretty. The sun shines through a tiny gap of the curtains, draws a golden line over Jimin’s face. 

He should leave. Jimin is still asleep, now is a good moment. 

His eyes drag down to those lips once more. They’re so full, the cupid’s bow a little vague even, almost rounded. It’s no wonder he’s obsessed with them, really. Not only do they just look like this on a regular, he’s also incredibly good with them.

Get up.

Right, he should leave, that was the plan. Make it out of here as soon as possible.

Yeah..

But as soon as he leaves.. he won’t get to see this sight again. Won’t get to feel those lips on his own for however long. 

He leans in a little closer, blames his fuzzy brain, the lack of sleep. Jimin’s lips are even softer in the morning, like a plush, warm pillow. He’s supposed to just peck them once, that was kind of the initial plan, but pulling back proves difficult. Should have done a risk analysis.

“Mmh?”

Jimin’s eyes flutter open.

Fuck.

He pulls back immediately, but the soft sound of a kiss when they pull apart gives it away.

Heat rushes up his neck.

“Sorry— I was dreaming and— mmh—“

His lips get covered again before he can even finish his excuse, a warm hand curls around the back of his neck.

Soft, plush lips slot between his own languidly, slow and easy like the morning is supposed to be.

His fight or flight is immediately disabled, a sense of comfort settles in his body, and before he knows it he’s kissing Jimin back. Can’t do anything but kiss back, there is no other option here at all. 

His eyes flutter shut and he just follows that slow pace, moans softly, can’t fight it. 

Operation leave early is slowly slipping through his fingers, as soon as Jimin’s tongue slides into his mouth he’s completely done for.

What even happened to him? He used to hate kissing, used to hate waking up early, used to hate Park Jimin. Now his mind is buzzing, body burning up when Jimin licks into his mouth, so soft and sweet.

“Mmh—“

He slides a hand down Jimin’s side, curls his fingers around his waist, pulls him a little closer. 

God, making out is so fucking nice. He can’t believe there was a time he didn’t like this at all, curses his past self for not giving it a chance.

Jimin pulls back then, sleep still in his eyes when he blinks at him, small smile pulling on his lips.

“Shower?”

His voice is so groggy.

It’s..

Cute.

Sort of.

Whatever.

“No I..” 

He should go. That’s what he wants to say, tries to, but his throat tightens. Jimin waits for him to finish the sentence, plays with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

A shower would be nice, actually. Harmless. Just a shower, then he’ll bolt.

“Okay.. yeah.” He gives in. “Let’s shower.”

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The hot water finally runs down his body, soothes him from the embarrassment of limping towards the shower. He closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see that smug grin on Jimin’s lips. All he wants is to feel clean enough that he can make a run for it.

“Sorry for fucking you so hard.”

There is not a smidge of guilt in Jimin’s voice actually. His eyebrow twitches, but he doesn’t reply, doesn’t want to give Jimin an opportunity to poke.

“I’ll help clean you out—“

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’ve got it.”

Jimin only hums, a sort of suit yourself. 

Jeongguk takes his time with it, can’t even be bothered Jimin is watching him clean. If he was a little less dazed he might have felt ashamed standing here, putting his fingers up his ass, getting all that cum out. 

That bastard really had to do it twice. 

He uses a lot of Jimin’s shampoo, definitely to clean himself and not for the scent that clings to his skin after. If Jimin cares at all, he doesn’t say anything. 

In fact, Jimin seems so relaxed, showering quietly next to him, brushing his wet blonde hair back, letting the water stream down his face. Tilts his head back so his jawline looks even sharper, ah, Jimin really knows his angles. Probably doing all of this on purpose, to lure him back in.

Jimin blinks then, casts him a glance.

“Mmh?”

“Nothing.” He rummages through the bottles of shampoo and other stuff. “I’m almost done, so.”

Jimin doesn’t reply, just washes himself again, soap bubbles sliding down his torso, to his—

Yeah.

He should get out. Before Jimin holds him hostage again, like just now with that kiss.

He bets as soon as he tries to get out, Jimin will just take his wrist, pull him back in. That guy really can’t get enough. 

Might as well just give it to him.

He curls his hand around Jimin’s waist, pulls him closer, covers his mouth with his own.

“Mm—“

Jimin doesn’t kiss back for a second or two, as if he’s surprised, as if he wasn’t luring him in. But then he melts into it, tilts his head and opens his mouth a little more.

——————— 

Jeongguk is sort of insatiable, kissing him awake, kissing him again under the shower. He’s not used to it at all, Jeongguk taking the initiative, but he definitely does not mind. 

Usually by now Jeongguk is already halfway home, so he just closes his eyes and enjoys it to the fullest.

That hot mouth on his own, tongue slipping inside all demanding. Jeongguk kisses like he doesn’t get to do it all the time, like he doesn’t have girls throwing themselves at him, like he isn’t a notorious playboy, always taking someone else to the locker rooms.

Not that he’s complaining, it’s hot. He loves it when a guy can’t keep his hands off, can’t get enough of him. And Jeongguk, despite being a dick on a daily basis, despite not acknowledging it himself, definitely can’t get enough of him.

He wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, gives into it, body buzzing each time their tongues slide together. He could kiss for hours and hours like this.

And he’s kind of afraid Jeongguk might take up on that, because at some point he can’t even breathe. Water is still running too, but Jeongguk licks into his mouth, sucks on his lower lip, bites it gently, doesn’t stop for a second.

“This what you wanted?”

Jeongguk pants against his mouth then, squeezes his waist.

Jimin blinks, doesn’t think he really asked for it but he can’t reply anyway, lips covered a second after.

Something twitches against his thigh after another minute of getting devoured. He breaks the kiss, looks down.

Jeongguk is hard.

He can’t even get it up after last night, but Jeongguk is hard, from just kissing.

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Shit.

This is embarrassing. 

He’s usually not this sensitive at all, always takes a little time to get it up. But that’s not the worst part. 

Why is only he hard? 

Jimin is gay, shouldn’t he be more turned on by this than he is? 

Fuck, maybe it’s just the lack of sleep, his body overly sensitive from getting fucked twice. Heat slowly creeps up his neck, and when he tilts his head up, Jimin is just staring at him.

That smug smile, god he hates it.

“What’s this Jeon?” Jimin nudges his nose with his own. “Can’t get enough?”

“Just sensitive.” He breathes out. “From last night.”

“Mmh..” Jimin nips at his lips, siren eyes giving him that knowing look. “Let me help you with that.”

He’s not entirely sure what Jimin means until he just sinks down to his knees in front of him. Unprompted. He doesn’t have to beg, doesn’t have to bet on it, Jimin just wraps his mouth around his cock like he’s done so many times, and sucks him off.

He can’t comprehend it, can’t even breathe, fists his hand in Jimin’s hair.

“Aah fuck— jimin—“

Never has getting head felt this good. So easy, so hot, Jimin just gives it to him all for free, those soft lips, his skilled mouth, that tongue running up the underside. He thought he had enough after that second round but Jimin makes him insatiable, drives him insane.

It’s so slow, so good, exactly what he needs in the morning. A low moan slips from his mouth, mind already spinning. 

Why is Jimin so fucking perfect? So fucking good for him? He’s never been anything but distant, but Jimin just keeps giving and giving and giving.

“Mmh— fuck— so good.” He pants, when Jimin swallows him deeper, takes him all the way. “Oh my god—“

It’s like Jimin is wired on giving him pleasure, like he enjoys making his knees weak, invading his mind, taking over his entire psyche.

“You’re so— so pretty.” 

Shit, that just slipped out.

Jimin looks up, eyes half-lidded, cheeks and nose flushed.

He gasps, bucks his hips, fucks into that pretty mouth, all his senses tingling when Jimin holds that eye contact. 

“Ahh ah— fuck—“ He comes in Jimin’s mouth, legs quivering so much he loses balance, catches himself against the wall with his hand. “Mmh.”

Jimin moans around his cock, swallows like he always does, sends a shiver down his spine.

By the time Jimin gets up, he has absolutely no braincells left, everything is just a static buzz. 

“Come, let’s have breakfast.”

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Nothing makes any sense.

Having breakfast at Jimin’s place. Staring at Jimin’s back as he rummages through the cupboards in the kitchen. The cup of coffee Jimin puts down in front of him a few minutes later, milk foam and all.

It’s like he’s in some sort of alternate reality where he’s in a gay relationship with Jimin, and this is their house, this is their morning routine.

It doesn’t make any sense. 

Jimin sits down next to him, hair still a little wet and messy from the shower, cheeks still pink. Lips still swollen..

He gets a kiss as soon as he looks at them, a chaste peck, as if it’s normal. As if any of this is normal.

His lips tingle right after, but Jimin just whips out his phone, reads through his messages.

Fuck, it feels like a dream, like he’s floating. But he knows it’s not, he’s very much awake, can tell by the impending doom that lingers in his mind. He’s going to crash out at some point, should have left first thing in the morning.

Jimin’s phone buzzes then. Jeongguk catches the name Si-hun before Jimin stands up and walks to another room.

Wasn’t that the name of the guy Jimin is dating?

He blinks at the door Jimin disappeared behind, something uncomfortable twists in his chest.

It takes him exactly zero seconds, ear pressed against the wooden door. Jimin’s voice is soft, but he can still make out the words.

“I’m sorry. I should have checked my messages, I was just.. busy.”

Oh, busy, huh.

“You want to reschedule?”

Reschedule.. a date? 

“Yeah I’m free then. I can meet you there.”

He pokes his tongue in his cheek, kind of wants to barge in and announce his presence. 

But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would he care if Jimin goes on a date? Jimin can do whatever he wants. 

He bites on his tongue, slowly walks back to the table, so neatly set. The entire picture is wrong. He should not even be here right now, why is he wasting his time dragging this morning out? 

They had a bet, they both got what they wanted, their transaction is over. Jimin seems to get it, already making plans with another guy, why is he being an idiot lingering around?

He slaps his cheek a few times. Time to wake up. Now that Jimin is distracted on the phone he can make a run for it.

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“Yeah, bye.”

He groans as soon as he hangs up. Should probably have told Si-hun he’s uninterested over the phone but that feels like such a coward move. He’ll just tell him in person, even though that conversation is gonna suck.

When he walks back to the living room, it’s quiet. Jeongguk isn’t there.

“Jeongguk?”

He calls, walks around the place, checks the bathroom, looks out the window, runs up to his bedroom. His bag is gone, so are his clothes, except his jersey, still there on the floor.

Fuck, he probably saw an opportunity to run.

It shouldn’t be surprising, Jeongguk always runs as soon as morning comes. So..

He slumps back down the stairs, stares at the table. The neatly presented plates of breakfast that he usually skips, the foam coffee he learned how to make with on his phone just now. 

Who is he trying so hard for, huh? 

What the fuck is he even doing?

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