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bless si-hun🫡🤧

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It’s infuriating, that some guy gets to see Jimin like this. 

He’s all.. dolled up, his blonde hair is styled differently, it falls more gracefully over his forehead than usual, his slanted eyes glisten in the street lights, and that lip balm is making them look even more plump; all for another man.

He clicks his tongue, hooks his hand in Jimin’s tank top and pulls him closer.

“What are you— mmh!”

It tastes like.. cherries? All sweet and rich when he licks over Jimin’s lower lip. Stupid lip balm, he doesn’t need it, his lips are soft and sweet enough already, and they taste better without it— taste the best when he’s all worked-up and sweaty.

Si-hun isn’t allowed any of this, he can’t have a taste before him. Can’t cop a feel before he does either. 

He curls his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck, moves it up into his hair as he tilts his head a little more, slips his tongue inside of his mouth. At least he can take all of this away from Si-hun, make Jimin’s hair look a mess, ruin his lips.

“Mmh—“ 

Jimin moans, pushes lightly against his chest, it’s barely a protest. Even less so when his hot tongue slides against his own, when his fingers clutch his tank top and pull him closer.

That’s right, that’s it. 

Jimin can pretend all he wants but he wants him just as bad. 

He kind of hopes that prick sees them like this, how he backs Jimin up against the door, how he steps a leg between Jimin’s and presses his thigh against his crotch; if it works on girls it probably works on guys, right?

“A-ah— fuck.” 

Jimin pants against his mouth, tilts his head back against the wood, bucks his hips forward once, ruts against his thigh. 

And god— it’s not even been a few seconds but Jimin’s lips are a little swollen, his hair a mess, his cheeks and nose flushed. 

Perfect. 

“Say hi to your boyfriend for me.” He breathes against Jimin’s lips, gives his plush lower lip one last little bite. “See you at training.”

The dazed look in Jimin’s eyes when he pulls back sends a sick type of satisfaction through his veins.

It’s not much payback for being left hanging while begging for sex, but at least he got to have a little bit of Jimin right before his stupid date.

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That fucking idiot had to come over and beg for sex right before his date. He’s never had Jeongguk that desperate for him, if he had a worse moral compass he would have taken Jeongguk inside and fucked him right before meeting Si-hun. 

At least if he’d done that, it would have taken the edge off. 

Now, his lips tingle, he’s twitchy, and he’s still semi-hard when Si-hun and him sit down on the couch. He’s sure sounds are coming out of Si-hun’s mouth but nothing registers, the remnants of arousal still surge through him, the ghost of Jeongguk’s touch, his hand sliding down his stomach, cupping his cock through his pants.

He licks his lips, nods a few times at Si-hun, but he can’t bring himself to listen. If Jeongguk agrees.. he finally gets to have that mouth around him, gets to see him sink to his knees, gets to cum on his tongue— fuck.. maybe even on his face.

And after that, he gets to fuck him four times a week. Four. Times. A. Week. 

After practice when they’re both sweating from head to toe he gets to have Jeongguk all to himself. Fuck, maybe he should have just left the deal at that, maybe Jeongguk won’t ever be comfortable enough to blow him.

Shit, he’s on a date.

He adjusts himself in his pants when Si-hun isn’t watching, tries his very best to concentrate on the monologue but.. come on. He’s wearing a tank top that’s slipping off his shoulder, pants that accentuate his ass with a fabric so thin it’s practically see-through and still.. nothing.

Si-hun barely looks at his exposed skin or his lips or his anything and it’s been long enough. 

To be honest, he knows this is a risky move but he’s too horny to listen and even an argument is better than just sitting here, so he straddles Si-hun’s lap mid-conversation, and just closes the distance.

“Woah— Jimin—“

“Mmh.” 

He curls his hand around the back of Si-hun’s neck, closes his eyes just so he can visualise it’s Jeongguk when he slots their lips together.

But Jeongguk kisses him with way more passion— every single touch with him feels like a thrill while this feels like an awkward handshake. Their rhythms don’t match, every touch is unsure and twitchy and lukewarm. Si-hun is pulling back before he’s even giving in.

“Stop, stop.” Si-hun wipes the back of his mouth, crease between his brows. “We were talking about politics and suddenly you’re climbing me.”

Normally, he would just apologise and nod along but today he’s just at the end of his willpower.

“No you were talking about politics.” He eyes between their bodies. “I want to have sex.”

It’s a little unfair, he knows. Si-hun isn’t even the object of his desires, or anyone’s desires probably— that aside, he shouldn’t be doing this.

Si-hun blinks a few times, absolute shock on his face. 

“Is it that mind-blowing after a month of dating that I want more than a kiss?” He asks, nods to the empty living room. “My friends keep leaving the house so we can fuck but you haven’t even hinted at wanting to sleep with me.”

There’s a long, tense silence between them, and then Si-hun gently pushes him off, straightens his shirt and clears his throat.

“I did not want to tell you this way, but you put me on the spot.” Si-hun folds his hands on his lap. “I have ED.”

Jimin blinks a few times.

“You have.. an eating disorder?”

“No.” Si-hun shakes his head, sucks in a sharp breath. “I have erectile dysfunction.”

………

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Oh.

Well.

That… 

Explains things.

He makes a mental note of making absolutely sure this information never ever reaches Jeongguk before he puts on his serious mask and braces himself for another long night of listening to monologues.