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Okay, so he did not think this through. 

Honestly, he got the lip rings on a whim when he walked by a piercer, thought they’d look cool. And they do, they look great, however..

“You know we can’t kiss right?”

He blinks, still high from his orgasm, didn’t even take that long, just a quick handjob in the shower after training— Jimin’s hands are heavenly.

He never even noticed how he leaned in for a kiss, only now that they’re inches apart, the small smirk on Jimin’s lips calling him out. 

“Huh?”

“We can’t kiss.” Jimin flicks his gaze to his lips. “Those take time to heal.”

Oh.

He clears his throat, slips his hand out of Jimin’s hair.

“Yeah, no, I know.” He shrugs. “Don’t even want to kiss, so.”

It’s such a lame lie.

A glint appears in Jimin’s eyes, a small tug upward of the corner of his mouth and a dragged out “uhuh.”

That’s all he gets too, Jimin just steps away from him, washes up under the shower and leaves the communal bathroom

“Wait.” Jeongguk follows quickly. “You didn’t even finish.”

Wow, did that really just come out of his mouth?

“It’s fine, I’m already late.” 

Jimin brushes him off so easily, just like last time. Jeongguk is stuck watching him get dressed, dolling up for Si-hun. 

This is not going how he wants at all. After finally managing to get Jimin’s attention with his lip piercings, he thought he wouldn’t have to deal with this part. 

Didn’t they agree to go to Jimin’s place this time?

Fuck, he doesn’t want to bring it up, that would just make him seem needy. So he sucks it up and just gets dressed as well. 

But one quick glance at Jimin styling his hair is enough to open his mouth.

“Weren’t we supposed to go to yours?”

Jimin’s eyes meet his own through the reflection of his locker mirror, they blink at him a few times.

“You already came, why’d you wanna go to my place?”

Well..

Good point.

Heat rushes up to his cheeks.

“Not.. not right now, I just— I mean, we had a deal.”

“Well yeah, but you can’t use your mouth and you don’t want to bottom, so all that’s in it for me is a handjob.” Jimin shrugs, then focuses back on his face, puts that stupid cherry lip balm on. “I can get better at home.”

Now that— 

That irks him. 

“From the guy who can’t even kiss you right?”

This time, Jimin turns around, his blonde hair pushed back, still a little wet, the roots black, natural blush on his cheeks from the intense training, that after shower glow on his cheekbones, a glint in his eyes he doesn’t quite get.

“Well, at least he gets on his knees for me, you can’t even do that.”

Jeongguk bites his tongue, pokes it in his cheek. Fucking Si-hun is somehow always getting on his nerves. The guy can’t do shit except drive his huge hyundai and smile in a mildly unsettling way. Yet that guy gets Jimin all to himself.

“I bet the one time I sucked you off was better than any time he did it.” He huffs. “He probably just opens his mouth and takes it, waits for it to be over.”

Is he a little petty? Yeah, he is. Jimin putting him aside for Si-hun just doesn’t feel right. The guy always ruins everything.

“And that’s still more than you do.” 

Jimin says with an irritating little smirk. He grabs his bag right after, swings it over his shoulder and looks at the time like this conversation isn’t important anymore.

Jeongguk is ready to push Jimin against that locker again, but mid-step he remembers he can’t kiss Jimin. These fucking lip rings are the worst.