Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn't count) • Final Chapter • 8.5K (Patreon)

< chapter 26hey sweeties,,, it is finally here after 1,5 year of you being with this story, and it's been 4 years for me. I love this story with all my heart and I can't tell you how much it means to me to finally end it with you all. These characters are so special to me, and I hope over time, they have become special to you too. I dont know what else to say, it's really hard to finish such a long story, but also, it really really deserved an ending. Thank you so much for all the love and all the support and all the comments you all have given over these past years <3Total word count: 168K

Boyfriend.boyfriend..Jimin is his boyfriend.Nothing else has even remotely come to mind after that. He’s not even walking, he’s floating around camp, buzzing on the inside, cheeks permanently red.Some of his teammates said something along the lines of “couldn’t you guys wait to get home?” and instead of muttering a sorry he’s just been nodding along a little numbly.Jimin is his boyfriend, and he’s got a confession, absolutely nothing can make this feeling go away.He doesn’t complain when he has to help clean up tents, clean up the mess, doesn’t complain that he’s the one having to carry most of the stuff to the bus either. Jimin is his boyfriend.. and his heart is still on fire.As soon as he sits down in one of the seats, Jimin claims the spot next to him, swings one arm around his neck so casually, presses a kiss on his cheek.“I’m coming home with you, hm?”Warm breath tickles against his ear, sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.“Mmh.” He nods, turns his head just the slightest bit. Jimin’s got those shades on, blonde hair pushed back, lips still a little swollen from their shower make-out session. God fuck, Jimin is his boyfriend.“Everyone in?” Hoseok calls from the front of the bus, counting heads. “Okay, let’s go.”

The engine starts, most of the team open the last beers of the mini trip, turn on a speaker with bus party music as Yonghoon calls it. He would probably have joined, but.. he’s gotta talk to his mom somewhere tonight. Jimin rummages through his bag next to him, fishes out his earphones. They’re cute, in a little pink box, he would have never guessed they’d belong to Jimin. “Here.” Jimin hands him one, puts the other in for himself. He doesn’t even question it, just puts it in as Jimin goes through his phone, searching for a song. He’s not sure what to expect. If he were to give Jimin a genre it would be classic rock. But the song that plays in his ears starts with a little guitar riff, followed by a woman’s voice singing “hey, hey, hey, lover” Instantly, his cheeks run a tad hot, and if it wasn’t the song, it would be the way Jimin rests his head on his shoulder, so comfortable, so easy. He breathes out, all the tension in his body leaving at once. The song plays in his head sort of like the perfect ending to the whole camping trip, Jimin by his side now, the beachside right outside the window.It will all be okay.

—————

Taehyung told him he’d stay at Hoseok’s tonight, gave him a wink and all, the whole you guys can have the house to yourselves for a bit speech.

And maybe before he visits his mother, it would be nice to just be alone with Jimin for a while, not in the proximity of all the other team members, and to lie down on something else than an air mattress.

For no particular reason..

It’s just, Jimin’s been rubbing over his thigh the last five minutes of the bus ride so he’s kind of eager to get inside the house, fumbles with the keys a little.

“Can’t find the hole?”

Jimin asks, stupid little smirk on his face.

He huffs, though heat rushes up his neck all the same. 

When he finally unlocks the door though, he hears stilettos on wood inside, immediately freezes up. 

Jimin stops right next to him, eyes widening a bit.

“Is.. that your mom?” 

“I think so.” 

He whispers.

Fuck, he’s got his piercings in, he’s wearing a short sleeve too, some of his right arm tattoos are visible.

There’s nothing he can do now though. Can’t really run out, can’t turn back. 

He takes tentative steps through the hallway, Jimin follows right behind him as he opens the door to the living room.

She’s right there, waiting in the middle of the room, in her work clothes, distressed look on her face. As soon as she turns to him, her mouth opens, but when her eyes land on his face, it’s like she’s stuck there.

He can’t do anything but stand there, as her eyes dart over his right arm, up to his face, his piercings. Then they dart to Jimin right next to him, and though she’d usually greet him politely, she just can’t seem to bring anything past her lips.

“Hi..” 

He just says, no idea what to do in this situation. he didn’t think he’d have to deal with this now. They had such a great time, he thought he could postpone this for at least a few more hours or so.

She’s still completely frozen, so he takes a step closer.

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” 

Never gave a her a house key to begin with, she must have made a copy before she gave him his.

“You— since when—“ she looks at his arm. “are they real?”

“My tattoos? Yeah.” 

Her eyes move up then, to his lip piercings.

“those too?”

“Mm.” He nods. “I usually take them out when you come over.”

A few beats pass, and then she averts her gaze, takes a deep breath. Almost looks like she’s on the verge of a panic attack. But then she looks up, directs her gaze at Jimin.

“Jimin, would you please leave us alone for a minute?” 

Jeongguk blinks, casts a gaze at Jimin, who turns to him instead. Slanted eyes scan over his face, expression so gentle.

It takes him a second to realise Jimin is waiting for him to say what he wants, to tell him if he wants him to leave or stay. 

That’s the wake-up call he needs. He’s not a child anymore, she has no authority to be sending Jimin away, especially not in his apartment.

“No, he doesn’t have to go.” He says, turns back to his mother. “Just say what you want to say.”

Her aura turns a little colder, and she clicks her tongue.

“It’s private, this is a family matter.”

“Well, whether you like it or not, Jimin is family.”

Oh.. god.

He just said that.

She blinks, eyes Jimin a second or two.

“Jimin is.. the cousin of your ex girlfriend?”

Oof, right, he forgot almost all about the fake girlfriend situation. If his heartbeat wasn’t hammering against his ribcage he might have been able to chuckle.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at his mother.

The silence alone seems enough to make her reevaluate the statement. If she had done it before, she might have found out how ridiculous it is to be hanging out with some girlfriend’s cousin. 

The lie is so painfully obvious, it hangs between them in the silence for a few tense seconds.

Her eyes widen a little, darting between him and Jimin a few more times. 

Yeah, she’s putting two and two together now.

He braces himself, for anything, a slap, a crashout, whatever really. 

In the midst of his panic, he searches for Jimin’s hand, takes it in his own, holds it like a lifeline. And the exact moment his mother catches it, she just storms out of the house.

The door slams quite loudly, but the silence that follows is even more deafening. 

He’s always known this would happen eventually, one way or another. Ever since she told him he would take over the family business, there was this guilt gnawing at him, eating him from the inside. 

Jimin squeezes softly in his hand. 

“I’m here.”

He takes a deep, shaky breath, nods once, squeezes back. 

Jimin pulls him into an embrace then, wraps his arms tightly around him, so tight that he can just lean against him for support. He sneaks his arms around Jimin’s back, rests his head on his shoulder.

It’s weird, he feels like crying, but his eyes don’t well up with tears. There’s a sense of relief more than anything else; he doesn’t have to pretend anymore. Even if she cuts him off, ignores him for the rest of his life, at least all those expectations are gone.

He buries his face deep in the crook of Jimin’s neck, breathes in waterlilies and orange blossoms until he’s surrounded by them. “Are you okay?” Jimin caresses a soft circle over his lower back. “Can I do something?”

“Mm.” He shakes his head, slowly pulls out of the embrace, finds Jimin’s soft gaze. “Are you okay?”Jimin just gives him a small smile.“Yeah, I mean, mommy issues are kind of my specialty so..”

Jeongguk manages a soft snort, nods a few times. Then he eyes the door, bites on the inside of his cheek.“I’m just.. I’m not sure what’s she’s going to do now, like, legally.”

“With the financial support, you mean?”

“Yeah, I think she’ll cut everything off.. and I don’t think Tae and I can really afford this place.” He looks around the house, throat a little tight. If it were only him getting in trouble it would be fine, but dragging Taehyung into it just sucks. “Hey.” Jimin takes his hand once more. “We’ll figure it out, I told you I would help.”

He looks down at their hands, the way Jimin’s fingers slide between his own, so gentle. His heartbeat picks up a bit, and when he lifts his gaze, he has to hold his breath.Jimin looks so determined, so ready to face whatever is coming their way. Even after all the shit he went through with his own mother, he’s not afraid at all. 

They’ve only made it official today, but he can already tell Jimin is his ride or die.Fuck, his eyes sting just a little.This is beyond gay.He tries to blink away the tears, to look really cool and unaffected, but his voice breaks just a bit when he opens his mouth.“Sorry.. I— I wish I could give you a nice mother-in-law.” It’s so stupid, that this is the part where a tear rolls down his cheek. Way to look uncool in front of his boyfriend.“Don’t worry about that.” Jimin chuckles, wipes away his tear. “We’ve still got my dad, hm?”

“Mm.” He sniffs, wipes another tear with the back of his hand.“We’ll figure it out.” Jimin says once again, with another squeeze to his hand and a soft smile. “I’m sure.” ———————“Ah, Jeon Jeongguk.” Mr. Park is all warm smiles when he enters his house for the first time. “How nice to see you, did you come to study with Jimin?”

“No dad, we’re dating.” Jimin says it so casually, like it’s nothing, even walks to the fridge right away, examines the inside. “Ahh it’s so empty, I told you to buy more groceries.” Jeongguk blinks a few times, cheeks burning up as Mr. Park processes the information real time, blinking in sync with him. “Oh really?” Mr. Park turns to Jimin. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I would have prepared something nice.”“You can’t cook.” “Well I can order, can’t I?”Jimin just takes a few beers out of the fridge, puts them on the table. Meanwhile Mr. Park curses under his breath, turns back to him instead with an apologetic smile. God, they do kind of look alike.“Come in, come in.” Mr. Park guides him to the living room, gives him a few pats on the shoulder. “Sorry about my son.”

“Hey.” Jimin calls, points at himself. “Right here.”Jeongguk watches them bicker as he sits down at the dining table, something about how his father is in pyjamas and how Jimin never gives him a heads up about anything, while Jimin just goes on about how his dad doesn’t buy enough clothes, or food, or anything.“Always the commentary.” Mr. Park clicks his tongue, looks at him then. “I will go to the market and buy us something nice for dinner, okay?”“Oh, for Jeongguk you suddenly go to the market?” Jimin starts again, though there is a small smile tugging on his lips. “Showing off?”His father almost curses again, but he keeps it in the time.

“I’m not showing off, I have great grilling skills. I’ll get some good meat.”

“What’s with this favouritism? You haven’t grilled meat for me in years”“Well that’s cause you never come home! You leave your poor dad here all alone.”“I’m here literally every single week.”

They just keep going and going. Jeongguk can’t even get a word in, finds himself just smiling, something warm tugging at his chest. It’s healing in a way, to see what a healthy parent relationship could be like. How easily Mr. Park welcomes him in, no questions asked, no objections at all.And as promised, not even an hour later the grill is out on the table, meat sizzling, songs from Mr. Park’s generation playing on his old dvd player in the back, and the never ending back and forth bickering between the two.He tries his best not to get dragged into it but both of them keep asking him who’s in the wrong, so he just stuffs his mouth with as much food as he can so he won’t have to answer.Under the table, Jimin’s foot nudges against his own, a small playful smile from across the table, followed by a wink. Ah.. Heat rushes to his cheeks, but he smiles back, hooks his ankle around Jimin’s.He could get used to this.

————

The eviction notice doesn’t entirely come as a surprise. Among all the things his mother is capable of, he had a faint idea this might happen. She must have some connections with the landlord.He did already inform Taehyung about it, just in case it might happen. And though it sucks so fucking bad, at least they’ve got some help. One of Hoseok’s roommates is leaving in a month, so they’ve been making arrangements for Taehyung to move in there. The rent is lower, and with his savings next to his part time job, he’ll be able to afford it.It’s different for him though. His mother held onto his inheritance, he never had any savings other than that. He doesn’t expect to see any of it, and truthfully, he doesn’t really want to legally take action either. So yeah, basically he’s kind of broke. Yoongi does give him a promotion, just to help that little bit, and with that income, Jimin’s dad makes a quick graph for him. After that, Jimin takes him to see his uncle at the bank. They make up a plan, it’s a whole lot of paperwork but it gives him the opportunity to stay in university, and leaves enough to rent a small student room somewhere. He just has to find one.It all feels kind of surreal until moving out day. So many memories are trapped in a house.“God, I’m gonna miss this couch.” Taehyung groans, lying down on it, taking up all the space. “Will never forget how many times I got laid on this couch when you weren’t home.”

“Gross.” Jeongguk throws a plushie at him. “Stop your tactical breaks, hm? You still have to pack your grandmother’s tin collection.”

“Don’t remind me.” “I’m already packing it.” Hoseok calls from the kitchen. “There are like, a million tins, dude, I have 3 full boxes already.”“Yeah, you know how many of them he’s used?” Hoseok’s head pops around the corner.“Zero?”

“Zero.”Jeongguk nods.Taehyung only scoffs, puts his hands behind his head.“Shouldn’t you be cleaning your own collections?” Jimin calls then, from his bedroom. “I’ve got 2 full boxes of marvel figures.”Fuck.Taehyung shoots him a grin, and he just kicks against his foot before he fast walks to his bedroom.“Hey don’t touch those.” “Why?” Jimin holds up an iron man figure, wiggles it in his hand. “Do you kiss them before sleeping?”

Taehyung snickers from the living room. 

Jeongguk shuts the door. Jimin snorts, puts the iron man in a box with his other marvel stuff. Not that he has much other stuff to begin with, there are two boxes of clothes, one with books, that’s about it. His room is all but empty now, just a void space, only his bed left.He’s not really one to get sentimental over stuff like this, but he’s gone through such a big change, and this place was witness to it all.“Hey..” Jimin’s warm, soft hand brushes through his hair. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He sighs into the touch, nods a few times. “I know, just..” He sits down on the mattress. “Big changes.”

“Yeah.” 

Jimin sits down next to him, caresses over his back. 

The silence is comfortable, he just leans his head on Jimin’s shoulder, breathes in his scent, stays there for a while.“You know..” Jimin’s voice vibrates through his body. “I was thinking.. since you haven’t found a room yet, you could uh.. temporarily move in with me.”

He blinks once, and his heart makes a little jump. It’s embarrassing how fast he whips his head to Jimin, leg almost starting to bounce.There’s a hint of a blush on Jimin’s cheeks, it might be from all the packing though, he’s not too sure.

“You.. would be okay with that?”He scans over Jimin’s face, and yeah, his blush is definitely getting worse. He’s flustered.“Of course.” Jimin nods, averts his gaze. “I mean, just temporarily, cause, it would be kind of weird moving in together after only a week.”

“No, yeah, of course.” He agrees, though his chest flutters, and his ears burn up right after. “I get it, I’ll keep looking for rooms..”

“Mmh.” 

Oh god.. living with Jimin.Something jumps around wildly in his body, he can barely contain it, like he’s just vibrating out of his skin.“Besides, Tuna would probably like to see you again.”

Jimin says, voice a little softer.Jeongguk blinks.“Tuna?”“The cat.” Jimin glances at him. “I named her Tuna.”

That is adorable. Jimin is adorable. He’s going to see Jimin with Tuna in Jimin’s house because he will be living there. Temporarily.

He leans in, steals a small kiss from Jimin’s lips, only gets that one peck in before the door opens.“Aha. Caught you.” Taehyung tuts with that grin, shakes his head. “Truck’s already here guys, let’s go.”

He can’t help the small pout, but Jimin is already up, small smirk on his lips as he offers him a hand.“Come on, babe.”

——————

The truck leaves with all the furniture, leaves them with an empty house and their own boxes. Taehyung wraps an arm around his neck, as they watch the truck until it’s out of sight.“Are you gonna be okay without me?” Jeongguk huffs out a breath at the question, pokes Taehyung’s side.“I should be asking you that. I’ve been doing your laundry for years. And the cooking, and—“

“I know I know.” 

Taehyung flicks his forehead. “Ow.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” There’s a soft, genuine smile on Taehyung’s lips, makes him feel all fuzzy. “But for real, you’re gonna be okay? Where are you staying?”

Oh, right. He looks over his shoulder, Jimin and Hoseok already back inside, probably taking the boxes.“Jimin offered me to stay with him while I look for a room.. so.” He turns his gaze back at Taehyung. “That’s where I’ll be.”

“Oh that’s perfect, we can still hangout together all the time then.” There is not even a spec of jealousy. Not that he thought that would happen, but there’s always a little bit of that tension still in his body. All that Taehyung radiates is happiness, that pretty smile. “Yeah, don’t think you’ll make it without me, so.” He shrugs. “Better stay close.”

Taehyung scoffs, fake offended, pushes him with just one hand but it brings him out of balance.“Hey.”They’re in the midst of a pushing match when Hoseok loudly puts a box down on the porch.“Come on you two, Jimin and I are doing all the work.”

“Right.”

“Sorry.”

They keep on pushing even while loading the boxes in the cars.Sun is already setting when Hoseok and Taehyung wave goodbye from the car window, pushing the claxon a little more than a few times. “Gonna keep staring Jeon, or are you gonna help me?”

Jimin nudges his side, two boxes in his arms. “Yeah, sorry, I’m here.”

They wrap up all the last things together. Jimin stands right beside him when he closes the front door for the last time, and leaves the keys in the mailbox. 

With one deep breath, he nods, and turns around.“Let’s go.”

————————It’s been a minute. He doesn’t think he’s been at Jimin’s place since that one time he turned off the gas, and brought his drunk ass to bed.

It feels like ages ago. Upon entering, little tippy taps sound on the floorboard, and a drawn out meow that sounds all wonky because of the steps.“Ahw, my sweetie, have you missed me?”

Jimin’s voice rises in pitch just a bit when he talks to Tuna. He kneels on the floor and all, ready to pet her, but she just walks straight past him, stops right in front of Jeongguk.It shouldn’t be funny, but he can’t help the small chuckle that falls from his lips.“Oh I see how it is.” Jimin huffs, turns around, stares Tuna down. “Took one look at the hot guy in my house and chose him over me.”

As if she can hear him, she just brushes up against his leg. Even though he’s never liked cats to begin with, they somehow always end up cuddling up to him.Jeongguk bites his lower lip, looks at the little red collar around her neck, and when she looks up at him with those big yellow eyes, he finds there’s a little pin hanging from the collar too, a canned tuna. Adorable.When he lifts his gaze, Jimin is still sitting on the ground, staring at him with possibly the softest smile he’s ever seen, right before he clears his throat, averts his gaze.“Okay, well, you’ve met Tuna. She is a terrible creature.”

“Right.” He laughs softly, looks down at her still rubbing up against his legs, walking little 8’s between them. “I can feel her wrath.”

They both watch her for a little longer, until she walks off very nonchalantly towards her food bowl. Yeah..He’s gonna live here now.. 

Temporarily of course.

With his next breath, he’s suddenly nervous again. Ridiculous after all this time, they’re officially boyfriends, for gods sake, why is he still all tingly inside just being in Jimin’s presence?

It might be that Jimin is also twitchier than usual around him. His mean smirk isn’t there as much, for the last week he’s just been sweet and caring, dragging him through it all.

They haven’t had sex since volley camp too, not that a week is that long but still, all the time they’ve spent together was dedicated to getting everything back on track, making sure he can stay here, go to uni.

And now that all of that is done.. 

“So, uh, you can unpack your stuff.” Jimin gets up from the floor, nods his head to his bedroom. “I cleared a few shelves for your books and marvel figurines.”

“Oh..” He nods, follows Jimin to the bedroom. “Thanks.”There is only one bed.

Which, of course. They are boyfriends, they’ll sleep in the same bed. That’s.. that’s not weird.

His cheeks burn up regardless. 

Since it’s only temporary, wouldn’t it make more sense if he did have his own bed? He doesn’t want to impose. Or.. does Jimin want him to sleep in his bed? Did he deliberately choose not to put down a second bed—

He’s overthinking this.

He glances at Jimin, who quickly looks away.“I’ll just— leave you to it then.”

See, that.He’s not used to that. Jimin always pushes his buttons, finds his weak spots, but right now it’s like he’s.. shy. 

Very out of character, the way he excuses himself and walks out of the room. 

Ah, maybe it’s all a bit too much?

Maybe Jimin didn’t want him to move in after all. Maybe he just offered this out of pity, but now that he’s actually here, it’s too overwhelming.

He bites on his tongue, doesn’t unpack a single thing, just slowly walks over to the living room, finds Jimin in the kitchen.

He’s not even cooking, he’s just standing there with his hands on the back of his head, fingers intertwined, like he’s having a breakdown.

Fuck, maybe he really overstepped.

He takes a few tentative steps closer.“Jimin?” He lies a hand on his shoulder. “If you don’t want to— mmh!“

Warm lips cover his own, two hands fist in his hair, and all he sees is Jimin’s eyes closed, crease between his brows like he’s desperate— ohOh this is what’s up. He can’t breathe, Jimin steals it, takes it away as he slots his lips between his. His mouth is hot and needy, everything so uncoordinated, so fuelled with desire.

“Ngh—“ 

Heat rushes up to his face, and his eyes flutter shut, hands find Jimin’s bleach blonde hair not even a second later. 

Jimin pants into his mouth, nods like this is what he wants, walks him backwards while he kisses him, hot tongue licking over his lower lip, lingering at his piercings.

“Ah— fuck.”

“Sorry.” Jimin breathes out, bites gently in his lower lip. “I need you so fucking bad.”

Oh— fuck.A lick of arousal crawls up his spine, and he can only nod back a few times, dives right back in for those plush, pillowy lips. 

But his hunger can’t keep up with Jimin’s at all, it’s almost carnal, how Jimin grips his hair, kisses him harder, licks into his mouth like he owns it.He’s a little light in the head, plays with Jimin’s tongue, no sense of direction at all but Jimin is walking him back until his knees hit the edge of something.“Sit down.” 

Jimin breathes against his mouth. 

He’s like a well-trained dog, sits down immediately, finds the mattress under his fingers. They’ve walked all the way to the bedroom.

Jimin takes his belt off so fast, experienced with it, that crease still between his brows like he can’t fucking wait.

God fuck. He burns right where he sits, his mouth waters so embarrassingly fast. If he were still doubting his sexuality this might have done it. 

Jimin pushes his pants and underwear down in one go, his cock stands up straight against his stomach, the tip a little flushed. He wastes no time either, fists his small hand in his hair and pulls him in close, forces his face right into his crotch.

“Mmh— fuck.” Jeongguk groans, nose and cheek pressed against the shaft as he inhales deeply, musky scent filling up his lungs. “Fucking missed this.”He curls his hands around Jimin’s thighs, squeezes them under his fingertips.

“Yeah?” Jimin pants, not his usual calm and collected self, already rutting against his face the very next second. “Missed my cock?”

“Mmh.” He kisses the base of it hastily, up to the head, breathes him in once more. “God—fuck.”

Jimin tilts his head up by his chin, half-lidded eyes on him as he rubs the head along his lower lip, lingers at his piercings.

It feels obscene, that soft, warm, wet cockhead rutting against his piercings. The way Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, taps against them a few times.

“So pretty, Jeon.” 

A shiver runs down his spine. It’s been a while since Jimin called him just by his surname, has a different effect on him, as if he’s right back in the locker rooms, at the mercy of this sadist.

Even the look Jimin gives him, that heated glint in his eyes, it burns just the same, since the very beginning. 

He only nods a few times, craves it so bad.

“Open your mouth.”

That light voice dips a little lower with the command, makes goosebumps run down Jeongguk’s arms as he obliges.

Jimin spits on his tongue, right before he pushes his cock past his mouth. It’s not even aggressive it’s just— Jimin needs it. He can feel it, the desperation behind the way he thrusts into his mouth. Like he’s been holding back for so long.

“Nngh—“ 

His eyes flutter shut, he’s no better at all.It’s embarrassing, now that they’re officially together he should crave something more loving. That’s what he kept telling himself, he should crave the intimacy— and it’s not that he doesn’t— it’s just that he’d been hoping to see Jimin like this again.

Shame rushes up his cheeks, they glow hot as Jimin’s cock pushes in deep, length heavy on his tongue, pulsing between his lips.

“That’s it, Jeon.” Jimin pants. “Jaw slack for me.”

“Mmh.”

His jaw goes slack instantly, and Jimin just curses under his breath, thrusts in a little harder, uses his mouth for his own pleasure.

“Ah— sorry— couldn’t fucking hold it anymore.” Jimin caresses through his hair, brings his other hand to it as well, fists it tightly. “Wanted to fuck your pretty face all week.”

Oh fuck..

His dick twitches in his pants, the head presses against the fabric, and his legs spread a little, almost automatically.

“Is it too much?”

He squeezes Jimin’s thighs, shakes his head the best he can, but Jimin still slips out of his mouth, tugs his hair to make him look up.

“No—“ He pants. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly, and then they glaze over. “No, like it rough?”

Just the way he asks it makes his ears ring.

“Yeah— just— yeah.” 

He nods, can’t find the right words, so he just opens his mouth a little as his eyes travel to Jimin’s lips.

It takes a second, but then Jimin gasps, fists his hair tightly, and spits in his mouth.

Jeongguk doesn’t know if it’s the sound, the taste, or the visual that’s better. Jimin just looks so fucking good when he does it, but the taste on his tongue makes his eyes roll back.

He bucks his hips up once, cock presses against the fabric of his pants, rubs up against the inside.

“Fuck— I fucking love you.”

Jimin whispers, right before he stuffs his mouth again. 

He doesn’t object at all, just groans around Jimin’s cock, sucks around his length the best he can but it’s sort of useless with the pace Jimin sets.

“Haa— fuck, so good for me.” Jimin pats his cheek.

And it’s— fuck. It’s way too gentle, but there is something behind that touch, it’s loaded, and it’s awakening something within him.

Jimin doesn’t do it again, but his hand keeps running through his hair, squeezing it hard, then coming back to his cheek, just lingering.

His heartbeat picks up, desire spreads through his veins so fast. It’s a little unhinged, but he pops his lips off, looks up at Jimin.

“You can slap me.”

Fuck, something might be a little wrong with him. This isn’t a kink they’ve ever talked about, he’s not even sure where the fuck it comes from, all he knows is that Jimin’s hand simply patting his cheek makes his cock leak in his pants.

Jimin’s chest rises and falls fast, then a soft moan slips from his lips, dick twitches right in front of his face.

“Fuck— yeah?” Jimin’s hand caresses over his cheek. “I can— do it, not too hard—“

“Mmh.” He nods, rubs a hand over his crotch, closes his eyes. “Just try.”

“Oh fuck..” Jimin sucks in a sharp breath. “Squeeze my thighs if—“

“Please.” He nuzzles against Jimin’s palm. “Slap me.”

“Fuck, okay.”

His eyes are half-lidded as he looks up at Jimin’s pretty, flushed face. A level of horny he doesn’t think he’s seen before. 

And then, Jimin’s palm hits his cheek, a nice loud smack echoes against the walls. It’s all warmth at first, the sting of it comes later, but it’s so fucking good..

“Shit, was that too hard? Are you okay?”

Jimin sounds genuinely worried.

a grin pull at his lips as he slowly turns his head back to Jimin.

Jimin’s worried expression immediately dissipates, a soft huff of breath leaves his lips.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” He can’t even brace himself for how Jimin dives in for a kiss, and pushes him onto the bed, climbs on top of him.“Mmh—““Take these off.” Jimin breathes out, tugs at the waistband of his pants. “Take them off.”

“Yes sir.” 

He whispers, just to get under his skin.

Jimin doesn’t seem to mind that at all, just reconnects their lips, caresses over the cheek he just slapped.

It’s a bit of a struggle, getting out of his pants and underwear with Jimin on top of him, but he gets there eventually.

It’s almost embarrassing, that much precum already, the head of his cock leaking so much that a string is still attached to the puddle on his stomach.

“Fuck—“ Jimin moans, lips brushing against his own. “You were made for me.”

Oh, he believes it.

Jimin presses their lower bodies together then. One of Jeongguk’s favourite sights in the world, his cock pressed snugly against Jimin’s. A soft moan escapes his mouth.

“Like it sticky, right?” 

Jimin whispers, before he scoops up the precum from his stomach and uses it as lube around the both of them. Fits their lengths in his small hand and rubs them together.

“Ah— fuck— Jimin—“ He hisses at the feeling, heat licking at his face. “So good.”

“Mmh, I know.” Those slanted eyes glint, always so dangerous when he gets like this. “Try not to come before I do, hm?”

Oh god. 

He can only accept the challenge with a nod, never once backed down from one of their bets.

But fuck, Jimin is so extremely skilled at this. His small hand twist around his cock, precum making it all the more wet, and the fucking sound of it— the squelch, the wet smacking, not to mention the sight; Jimin’s flushed cockhead rubbing against his own, sticking together, like a dirty, wet make-out session.

“Ahh— fuck.”

He bites his lower lip, needs to tear his eyes off, but there’s pleasure swirling in his gut already, and the sting of that slap is only fuelling it.

Jimin’s dark chuckle just turns him on too. So he shuts him up, brings their lips together. Except, even there, it’s a losing battle. Jimin is far more experienced with his mouth, with his tongue, kisses him so good it leaves him breathless and aching.

“Ahh— fuck Jimin— I’m so fucking close—“ 

He pants, kind of defeated. 

“Mmh.” 

Jimin grins, though he’s also panting hard, lips spit-slick. 

It’s so messy. He doesn’t dare to watch but he can hear it— the slick sound fills up the bedroom, Jimin cock feels so hot against his own, especially when he rocks against him, length dragging over his own.

“A—ahh.” His eyes roll back. “Fuck—“

“You should really watch, you’re leaking all over yourself.”

“Mmh—“

He bites his lip hard, casts his gaze down— and god.

His dick is just drooling— twitching in Jimin’s hand, sensitive from every slick stroke.

“Oh— my god.”

He lifts his gaze, finds Jimin’s siren eyes on his own, taking in every little expression— 

“Fuck.” 

He breathes out. all muscles in his body clench, pleasure surges through his veins and as he bucks his hips up a fee times, he finally comes.

“That’s it pretty boy, there you go.” 

Jimin pants, presses kisses on his cheek, down to his neck, bites him right there. It feels like a claim— just add to the intensity of his orgasm.

“Jimin—“

“Mmh—“ 

Jimin keeps stroking the both of them, rocking against him, rolling his hips so good, uses his cum to make it even more slick.

It sends his body to fucking heaven— loud groan leaving his lips as he fucks into Jimin’s hand, fucks against his cock, chases that pleasure until Jimin gasps on top of him.

“Fuck, Jeongguk—“

A pretty, drawn-out moan sounds right next to his ear, and Jimin’s body goes rigid on top of him.

He catches it just in time, whips his head down to see Jimin’s cock twitch, cum shooting from the flushed head, all over his own— over his stomach— where it’s already one big mess.

He looks up, Jimin’s eyes closed, mouth open, crease between his brows as he comes. His blonde hair sticks to his forehead, cheeks and nose all dusted pink.

Ethereal.

He fists a hand in Jimin’s hair, crashes their mouths together in the midst of it.

Jimin can barely kiss back, he just moans into his mouth, but it’s fine. He needs to be this close, needs the warmth of those soft lips, the heat of his tongue.

After another few second, Jimin’s body just collapses on top of him, completely spent.

All he can do is catch him in his arms, hold him close.

The room fills with their soft pants, them trying to catch their breath. And then Jimin’s soft laugh. It’s all bubbly, a genuine, happy sort of laughter.

Sort of adorable.

“Needed that?” 

He asks, smile pulling on his lips too.

“So bad.” Jimin sighs, lifts his head and looks at him with that carefree grin. “Takes the edge off.”

He snorts, moves some of Jimin’s hair out of his face.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t want me to move in.”

“No I was horny.” Jimin leans into his touch, cheek hot against his palm. “the entire week, since you called me family in front of your mom.”

Oh.

“Jesus.” 

“Yeah” A smirk pulls on Jimin’s pretty lips. “Saw you near my bed and lost it.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, sweat still dripping down his temple.

“Unbelievable.”

“Sorry I made you think I didn’t want you here” Jimin leans in, pecks his lips once, twice. “I’ll be more direct next time.”He hums softly, eyes dragging down to Jimin’s swollen, post-makeout lips. “Apology accepted, if.. you blow me later.”

Jimin’s lips curl into a smile.

“Agreed.”

Good.

Perfect.

This is the best first day at Jimin’s place ever.

Jimin rolls off of him then, brushes a hand through his hair, nods at the boxes.

“Go put your marvel figurines up first, loser.”

——————-

Living at Jimin’s place is extremely comfortable. They get to travel to uni together, hangout at Hoseok and Taehyung’s, crash with Tuna on the couch.

He’s still looking for a room, but it becomes increasingly less interesting.

especially on nights like these, where Jimin is so deep inside of him he sees stars, where their bodies are melting together, their lips inseparable.

Each and every touch with Jimin charges him with electricity, he never wants nights like these to end.

“I love you”’s whispered into his ear, Jimin’s small hand wrapped around his cock between their bodies, deriving pleasure out of him like it’s his second nature.

Yeah, nights like these are the best. Where Jimin’s hips snap against his own so hard, the skin slapping against skin becomes music to his ears, and nothing else in the entire world matters.

Sometimes they even cum at the same time, like tonight, it’s some form of magic. Their bodies so in tune, driving each other to their high in no time at all.

And maybe even better than that is the way Jimin always pulls him in for cuddles right after. Yeah, he does like being the little spoon sometimes, soft lips on his neck, Jimin’s raw, light voice close to his ear.

“Should top you more often.”“Mmh.” He nods, though he doesn’t want to give up Jimin’s ass that easily. 

He stretches out over the mattress, hangs over the edge of it a little. There’s a small box under Jimin’s bed, sticking out a bit. The lid isn’t entirely on, and all he can see are a bunch of envelopes inside.

Suddenly he’s back to that day in the locker rooms, where Jimin cried on his shoulder, the day his mom died.

I’ve got all these stupid letters that I wish she’d have read He blinks a few times. 

“Are those the letters you talked about?”

“Hm?” Jimin hums, but then he stiffens a little behind him. “Oh, yeah.” 

“Sorry, they’re in my line of sight.”

“No it’s okay, I just.. I wrote one yesterday, probably didn’t shove the box far enough.”

Jimin’s arm disappears from around him. 

It’s the one topic he’s still sensitive about. Jeongguk hasn’t brought it up much, but the few times they came close to it, Jimin has always shut down.

He turns around slowly, finds Jimin staring at the ceiling, jaw a little tight.

This is why it would have been nice to have a mother figure Jimin could look up to, just like he does with Mr. Park. 

He crawls a little closer, drapes his arm around Jimin’s body, pulls him in close.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Jimin shakes his head, like he usually does, but then he turns his head, face so close their noses touch.

“Not cause I don’t trust you, I just.. I think it’s a lot, you know, to put on you.”

Oh. A familiar face pops into his head as soon as Jimin says that. A very warm, kind, motherly figure. 

“I.. might know someone you want to talk to?”

Jimin blinks a few times.

“Who?”

——————

“This is Jimin, my uh.. boyfriend.”Jeongguk gestures at Jimin beside him on the couch, cheeks turning a little pink.Last time he was here, he was still in denial about his feelings, and now he’s introducing Jimin as his boyfriend. Maybe that’s why Hye-sung can barely hide her smile behind her cup of coffee.

She gives Jimin a full up and down too, a slow approving nod.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Shit.

Jimin’s eyebrows rise a bit, and Jeongguk can feel the side-eye he gets from him, so he chuckles awkwardly.

“Yep. Well, I’ll let you two get acquainted.”

He gives Jimin a last squeeze in his hand, then gets up rather quickly, before the two start teaming up on him.

“Jeon Jeongguk.” 

Hye-sung calls right before he walks out, almost motherly, the way she uses his full name.

He casts a glance over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll see you next session, we appear to have a lot to catch up on.”

The knowing look she gives sends a shiver down his spine, but he just clears his throat, nods once. 

“Yes ma’am.”

———————

Time goes by rather quickly, before he knows it he’s been living at Jimin’s place for three months, a whole season. He keeps telling Jimin he’ll find a place soon, but Jimin always replies with “there’s no rush” 

It’s probably selfish, that he wants to stay. He’s actually found a few affordable rooms, but he hasn’t actively approached them, and it kind of gnaws at him.

Though there are no signs that Jimin wants him out. If anything, it’s the opposite. Jimin bought them matching toothbrushes, and a matching pyjama set.

The thing is, he isn’t paying the rent. Initially that was to save up money, but now that it’s been three months he just feels like he’s leeching. And of course he buys groceries and he cooks and cleans to compensate, but.. 

Yeah, it just.. doesn’t feel good.

So, it’s a day later when he nervously shows Jimin his laptop, scrolls through the rooms he found.Jimin stands behind him, completely silent.

Ah..

He bites his lip, clicks on one. “See, this one, it’s not too far— I could move in there by next week—“

“Are you an idiot?”

He bites his tongue, looks up at Jimin over his shoulder.

“What, you think it’s too expensive?”

Jimin stares right at him, slanted eyes scan over his face, before a smile curls on his lips.

“Oh, you really are an idiot huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

He frowns, looks at the room on his screen again. Maybe it’s some type of scam?

“Jeongguk.” Jimin turns his desk chair around then, so he’s facing him instead. “Do you really think I’m letting you leave?”

Oh.

The way Jimin phrases it, combined with that playful glint in his eyes has his cheeks burning up in less than a second.

“But— you said temporarily— so I thought—“

Jimin just tuts a few times, shakes his head.

“You really don’t take hints hm? Always have to be direct with you.”

He turns around, walks towards his closet and rummages around. 

Jeongguk just watches him with his heartbeat in his throat. 

When Jimin turns back around, he has a small present in his hand, with a bow and all, hands it to him.

“Was gonna give you this on your birthday, but I guess you gave me no choice.”

Jeongguk eyes the package, a small box, pink bow. He opens it carefully, lifts the lid.

Inside is a set of keys, complete with a few keychains, one is a small version of Tuna, one is a little golden heart pendant that can open. He clicks the little button, on the left there’s a picture of him and Jimin, and on the right, a little handwritten note: 

move in with me?

Ah—

Fuck.

His eyes sting a little, and he nods immediately, jumps off the chair, pulls Jimin into a hug.

“Woah there.” Jimin laughs softly, but he embraces him anyway, brushes a hand through his hair. “Wasn’t a marriage proposal.”

“I know, but still—“

“And I do expect you to pay rent.” 

“Of course—“

“But if you’re ever running low on money..” Jimin’s lips brush against his ear. “I’ll take anything you have to offer.”

God, this freak.

He leans back a bit, returns that playful gaze, and closes the distance.

————————

The sun is hot on his skin as he smashes another ball over the net, Jimin is just a hair too slow to receive it.

He ears that burning glare from across the field, and all he can return is a menacing grin.

“Guys, everyone is at the campfire, you’ve been at it for an hour.” 

Hoseok complains. This is the third time he’s come up to them. “We’ll be down in a second.” 

He promises, said that half an hour ago too.

It’s just not always he can completely destroy his boyfriend on the beach volleyball field. Summer vacation is too short really, they should be doing this everyday.

In the distance, Taehyung waves at them, Yoongi is lying back with his headphones in while Jin is burying him in sand, even Namjoon joined their little beach trip, apparently got close to Hoseok and Tae when going out, and somehow knew Yoongi from high school. They have a surprisingly fun group dynamic altogether.

A ball hits the sand right next to him.

“That’s one point for me.” Jimin calls. “Better pay attention Jeon.”

Jeongguk whips his head back, finds Jimin brushing his wet blonde hair back, sun-kissed body on display, the ends of his swimming trunks rolled up.

God fuck, he’s really making it hard to concentrate.

“Last round then?” His eyes linger at Jimin’s nipple piercing, the little bite mark he left right above it. “Whoever wins—“

“Tops tonight.” 

Jimin finishes. 

Jeongguk huffs out a breath, mouth pools with saliva. No way he’s gonna lose.

“Hope we packed lube.” 

He says, before throwing the ball back up.—————The tent smells like sweat and sex still in the morning. He’s nestled against Jimin’s back, just where he fell asleep the night before, after fucking him into the air mattress. 

Slow mornings like this are always the best.

Jimin moans softly, turns around with that cute little pout on his lips, eyes still closed, puffy with sleep. But even in that state, Jimin leans in for a kiss.

For all his feistiness yesterday, he sure is a gentle kisser in the morning. Their lips slot together languidly, Jimin’s tongue slips into his mouth, plays with his own. His small hand caresses through his hair, one of his legs hooks around his hip.

Jeongguk sighs into it, eyes fluttering shut as he holds Jimin’s waist, sucks on his plush lower lip.

Life has been so good lately. 

So easy.

Jimin breaks the kiss after a few more minutes, pecks the tip of his nose.

“You know, I found something really funny in your bag when I was looking for lube.” 

Jimin says, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.

So cute.

“Yeah?” 

He presses a few more kisses along Jimin’s neck, takes a deep breath of those waterlilies and orange blossoms. 

“Yeah, wait.” Jimin leans over, rummages through the bag, then leans back, hands it to him. “What’s this?”

Jeongguk looks at it, a little pin, on it written in comic sans: worst straight guy ever.

“Oh.” He laughs softly. “Taehyung gave it to me when I came out.”

“Really?” Jimin laughs, eyes disappearing into pretty crescents, takes the pin back then, reads the text again. “I love it.”

“Mm.”

Jimin looks so pretty in the morning, blonde hair a mess, lips all swollen, the light sunburn on his nose and cheeks colouring him a soft pink.

He only notices the fiddling with his shirt when Jimin purses his lips like that, concentrating hard.

When he looks down, those small hands are pinning the little button on him, right above his chest.

“There we go.” 

Jimin pats his work twice, then leans back a little to check it out.

Jeongguk can’t help the small smile that pulls on his lips.

“Does it look good on me?”

A beat passes, but then Jimin nods, something about his expression so sincere.

“You have to wear it on our wedding day.”

..

Oh..

He blinks once, slowly.

He’s never been all too good at looking into the future, more of a day by day kind of guy. But Jimin mentioning their marriage— not even as an if but as a when..

All he can do is smile, heart filling with butterflies.

“I will.”

Jimin grabs his collar then, pulls him close, and crashes their lips together.

And if he got to choose how to spend the rest of his day, the rest of the week, the rest of his life, it would be right here, in this tent, just like this. Covered by Jimin’s soft lips, lying in his arms, his small hands in his hair, his soft thighs between his own, drowning in his scent.

Waterlilies, orange blossoms.