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It’s January 24th, snow is falling outside, it’s so cold that there are patches of ice all over campus large enough for a mini ice skating rink (and some students have tried to use them as such). Jeongguk isn’t cold though, and neither is Jimin because the two are cuddled up against each other. They’re not sleeping or trying to sleep, they just want to enjoy each other’s company, and it’s been exactly four months since they started officially dating. It’s a perfect moment, not to be disturbed by anything. It’s so domestic that one might think they’d been together for years, cuddling under the blankets in nothing but boxers and t-shirts. Jeongguk loves every moment he spends with Jimin, and Jimin returns that feeling. As he starts to think about his lover, Jeongguk’s mind wanders off to the day they met.

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It was mid-September then, the 17th actually, and it was also 9:00 in the morning. Jeongguk and his best friend (and only friend at the time), Taehyung, were exhausted. He had met Taehyung at the summer music and art camp he had been a counselor at, and Taehyung was the counselor for a group of younger kids. They found out they were going to the same college halfway through the first week, Taehyung was going into his junior year of college, and Jeongguk would be a freshman. Then they learned they had similar classes and grew even closer.

By the time school started Jeongguk only knew Taehyung, and he didn’t put much effort into meeting other people. His peers all seemed dull, and would probably judge him anyway. After all, hadn’t met another gay person at the school (other that Taehyung, of course) in the time he’d been there so far. That all was about to change though. He and Tae had been up all night helping each other with the analysis of some annoying song their professor had assigned them for their music production class.  They were utterly exhausted, but Jeongguk and Taehyung both had multiple classes to attend that day.

Here’s the moment that sets off the important part: Taehyung decided that they should go get coffee from the little coffee shop near Jeongguk’s dorm. They walked for 10 minutes before they arrived, and the moment they stepped into the coffee shop and Jeongguk looked up he gasped loudly.

“A twink!” He shouted, and then immediately clapped his hand over his mouth. Everyone in the shop looked at him, including the so-called “twink.” Jeongguk went cherry red, and the twink did too when he realized Jeongguk was talking about him. “Fuck, okay, I’m sorry, we’re going to leave, okay Taehyung?” Jeongguk mumbled in a “gay panic” moment as he grabbed Taehyung’s arm and tried to pull him out the door. Taehyung stopped him, though.

Tae tried not to laugh as he said: “No, you need friends, and there’s no better way to make a friend than to call them a twink in a coffee shop.” Jeongguk froze, but Taehyung walked toward the counter, ordered two coffees (one for him, one for Jeongguk), and then went to sit next to the mystery twink, who was still bright red and he looked thoroughly shook. Jeongguk realized at this moment that he’d already lost and that he may as well join his friend.

Taehyung had already introduced himself as “Kim Taehyung, the best friend of the twink who just called you a twink.” which was really not helping Jeongguk’s gay panic.

“Oh, I’m Park Jimin, nice to meet you, I think?”

“Hey, listen I’m really sorry about that, it was a huge assumption and I really should’ve kept my mouth shut but I’m sleep deprived and not really thinking straight,” Jeongguk blurted out. “Oh, and I’m Jeongguk by the way.”

“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong…” Jimin started.

“Wait, what?” Jeongguk’s eyes went wide.

“I am gay,” Jimin finished.

Taehyung practically squealed and started asking questions rapid fire to Jimin. How old was he? 21, but older than Taehyung by a few months. How come Tae had never seen him before? Jimin just transferred. What was his major? Dance. Did he have a minor? Music, but his classes got screwed up so he’d been trying to change his schedule and was missing most of the music classes he needed. It turned out that once Jimin’s schedule got fixed and all of the arrangements had been made, he’d be in almost all of Taehyung’s classes (and they also learned that Jimin was taking a fuck ton of classes). Jeongguk couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at that, he didn’t have many classes with Jimin. In another moment of sleep-deprived stupidity and acknowledgment of the fact that Taehyung had started flirting with Jimin Jeongguk kicked his friend in the shin and said “dibs.” Just a single word, but it was so important. Jimin was about to ask “Dibs on what?” but then Taehyung shouted “Hey! That’s not fair! I have more classes with him! You didn’t even want to talk to him because you’re too awkward!” Then Jimin got it. Dibs on him. He would be pretty mad if he didn’t find the situation so funny, even if it did make his cheeks flush a shade of bright pink. “You can’t argue with dibs! Dibs is a sacred tradition and I called dibs first!” Jeongguk countered.

They went at it for another two minutes or so before Taehyung succumbed and Jeongguk got the final dibs. Jimin had trouble keeping up throughout it. After they chatted for a little while and finished their coffee they all exchanged numbers and headed off to their various classes.

Halfway through that week, Jeongguk got a text from none other that Jimin, whose contact was labeled “A twink!” in his phone.

A twink!: Hi there,,, I was thinking about how you called dibs on me n stuff n I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime soon???

Jeon Jeongguk: Hi! Yes!!!! When are you available?”

A twink!: Uhh,,, kinda busy 4 most of ths week but does the 24th work 4 u?

Jeon Jeongguk: Yeah! Even if it didn’t I’d make the time. Do I get to plan it?

A twink!: uwu ur so cute <3333 if you want to plan it you can

Jeon Jeongguk: I will then! See you soon! I look forward to it!

Jeongguk was praying to all the potential deities in the universe that he didn’t fuck it up. He’d been texting Jimin a bit leading up to their date just to learn his likes and dislikes and figured out that he really liked Jimin. He met Jimin at the library, and from there they walked to a small little bakery that wasn’t too far away.

“You brought me to a bakery?” Jimin questioned.

“Well, you mentioned that you liked homemade pizza better than the stuff people get for delivery,” Jeongguk said, holding the door open for Jimin and then stepping inside as well. “This place makes pizza that’s just like homemade pizza and I think you’ll like it, I already asked them to make one so it should be ready.”

“Oh, okay! It’s cool that you remembered that.”

Jeongguk went up to the counter and said something to the man, he nodded, then walked into the back. A few minutes later he came back with a cardboard box with a logo on it. Jeongguk handed over some money and then turned back to Jimin.

“Ready?” He asked.

“For what?” Jimin replied.

“You’ll see.”

They walked for 7 minutes before reaching the destination. “This is my favorite place, it’s where I go when I’m stressed” They stood looking at a park with lights wrapped up the occasional trees, it wasn’t the biggest park, but the roads around it were fairly quiet and slow when cards did go by. Jimin gasped. “It’s beautiful, Jeongguk.”

The sun was setting, and the pizza had been finished, Jeongguk and Jimin just discovered more about each other, it was a picture-worthy moment… that is until Jeongguk realized something.

“FUCK! I didn’t finish that piece for my professor yet! Shit! It’s due tomorrow!” He shouted suddenly, alarming Jimin.

“Shit! Okay, if you have to leave it’s okay. I completely understand, and I can go back to my dorm if you want.”

“No, Jimin I’d feel really bad about ending our first date like this, damn it, what do I do?” Then he gasped, “Come back to my place, and you can help me. I’d like feedback on it anyway. I promise my music doesn’t suck… well, I guess that’s up to interpretation, and you don’t have to if you don’t want to but-”

Jimin cut him off and took his hand, “Hey, it’s okay. I’d love to listen to your music.”

Jeongguk smiled at the look in Jimin’s eyes. He’d only known Jimin for a short time and he already knew he was a great person (ahem, and potential boyfriend).

They walked back to Jeongguk’s dorm, which didn’t take too long, but when Jimin’s hands grew cold, Jeongguk made sure to hold them tightly in his.

When the pair arrived, Jeongguk pulled out his laptop and sat on his old blue couch. He pulled up his music software and plugs in his headphones. “Okay, so I just want to give it a listen quickly and do the last bit, it’ll take about 10 minutes, so during that time you might get a little bored, but I have some books on my table, and the wifi password for my floor is on the back of the door if you want to use your phone.” Jimin ended up using a flashcard app on his phone to study for an upcoming test.

Jeongguk listened through the song, ended it off, and then listened through it again. It was just the backing track, the lyrical part would come in later.

“Okay Jimin, you can listen through it now.” Jimin put his phone down and then sat next to Jeongguk. “Okay, so I’m going to hand you this pad of paper, and all you have to do is write down what you like and don’t like and the time it occurs, and if there’s something to add or take away then let me know.” Jimin nodded, and Jeongguk unplugged the headphones, letting the music play freely from the computer.

A soft cafe style tune flowed gently through the air, a perfect mix of acoustic guitar, soft percussion, bass guitar, and some static record noises. Jimin took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting the music wash through him. Every now and then he’d open them, write something down, and then close them again, or replay something on the track. Jeongguk couldn’t bring himself to look at the paper, only shifting his attention between his computer screen and Jimin. When Jimin had listened through fully, he played the track through one more time without stopping and then turned to face Jeongguk.

“It’s honestly really good, I’m impressed,” he started. “So I don’t have too many notes on it, just a few changes. First off, I’ll mention that I think it could use some lyrics to it, otherwise it’s just too repetitive and simple to listen to alone multiple times.”

“Oh, lyrics come after. I’m not all that confident in my voice and I think I look weird when I sing, so I’ll just record and add that part later tonight after I walk you to your dorm.”

“Well first off, you want to walk me to my dorm? That’s so sweet of you! Second, I bet your voice is great and now that I know you have lyrics I refuse to leave unless I hear them.”

Jeongguk blushed and was sent into a slight internal “gay panic” knowing there was no way out of it. After that Jimin went over a few other points where he thought an instrument was too strong or barely audible, and when he thought there could be a slight change to the rhythm, and other than that it was mostly praise.

After they’d gone over it a few times, and Jeongguk had made all of the adjustments, it was already nearing 9 PM, but Jimin was still adamant about hearing Jeongguk sing.

By 9:15 PM, Jeongguk gave up, and decided to make a compromise.

“I’ll sing if you do.”

“What?”

“Yeah, if I have to sing, you do too. I’ll teach you some parts, and we’ll do it as a duet.”

“Fuck no.”

“Fuck yes, actually. Otherwise, I don’t sing.”

“Damn it, okay,” Jimin gave in. “Only because I’m curious.” Jeongguk got up and opened the drawer in the small table across the room, pulling out a few pieces of paper.

“If you judge my lyrics I’ll cry, just saying,” Jeongguk said, throwing the papers at Jimin. “I have it memorized, I’ll run through it fully first without recording, then I’ll teach it to you, we’ll practice, and then I’ll get my mic so we can record it.”

Jimin nodded and picked up the papers and Jeongguk hit play on the computer. A few beats after the song began Jeongguk started singing and god damn Jimin didn’t even pay attention to the words at first, because Jeongguk looked so damn good when he sang, and the sound his voice produced was sweet and gentle and you wouldn’t need to know the lyrics to know it was a sweet nostalgic song.

After Jimin snapped himself out of it and started paying attention to the lyrics he thought he might actually cry. Jeongguk’s song was all about childhood and growing up and memories, and it was so damn sweet that Jimin could barely take it. What the hell did he do to meet someone as talented as Jeongguk?

The song died out and Jimin was speechless. Jeongguk looked up again, and upon seeing Jimin with his jaw dropped he blushed a deep red.

“So… decent?” Jeongguk asked, reaching up to put a hand on the back of his neck.

“Fuck… holy fuck Jeongguk. That was fucking beautiful. You’re fucking incredible.” Jimin breathed, still looking awestruck.

That only added to his blush. “Okay, soooo… I guess I teach you now…”

Jimin was a fast as fuck learner, by 10:30 PM the song had been recorded as a duet between Jimin and Jeongguk (the lyrics had been slightly edited to be less specific to Jeongguk), and by 11:30 Jeongguk was just adding the finishing effects to the song.

It was late as fuck, but Jeongguk still walked Jimin back to his dorm, and they kissed at the door, and at that moment they both have this “holy shit” moment and they realize that this is definitely going to be an important day. “September 24th Jimin <3” is marked in Jeongguk’s calendar as a recurring event as soon as he returns to his own dorm.

Two weeks later, and the couple was already falling fast, meeting up as often as possible. Even when doing homework the two were together… sometimes that wasn’t the most productive idea though.

Taehyung walked into the library, planning on doing some work. Jeongguk and Jimin had mentioned that they were going to go over there after class and study a bit, so Taehyung decided to look for them. He wandered for a good 5 minutes before he found them. Jimin was sitting on a table, Jeongguk standing between his legs, and the two were making out. They were so engrossed in their “study session” that neither of them noticed Taehyung when he cleared his throat. Jimin leaned back against the tabletop and Jeongguk followed until the older was pinned down against the table, paying no mind to the papers or textbooks on it. They still didn’t notice Taehyung when he stood right next to them and grabbed a textbook.

They did notice, however, when Taehyung slammed said textbook onto the table.

“Fucking hell!” Jeongguk shouted, jumping back, almost falling over. Jimin sat up quickly, gasping.

“Took you long enough you twinks. I’m glad Jeongguk is making good use of his dibs.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Jimin blushed picking up a book and hitting him with it. “What are you doing here.”

“Jeongguk mentioned you two were going to be here, and I needed to study anyway. Looks like the only thing you’ve been studying is the anatomy of a mouth, and neither of you takes anatomy.”
“Shut up Taehyung, we were studying earlier.”

That was the day that Jeongguk asked Jimin to become his roommate

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Jeongguk smiles, thinking back on the memories. He hugs Jimin against him a little tighter and brings his hand up to Jimin’s hair. The strands are soft under his touch, and they tickle his hand lightly. He can’t bring himself to stop, fascinated by the moment, a mix of being lost in his own daydreams and focused on what exactly is happening. He starts humming then, it’s the song he made with Jimin on their first date. Jimin looks up at him and smiles, he presses a kiss against Jeongguk’s cheek, and Jeongguk turns his head to meet him. They press their lips together in a kiss so soft and sweet it could be candy. The kiss turns a little less pure though as Jimin bites at Jeongguk’s lip. Next thing he knows, Jeongguk is sitting up on his knees, taking Jimin along. Jimin straddles Jeongguk’s thighs, and Jeongguk kisses Jimin again, pressing his tongue into the older’s mouth to explore it. Jimin moans into it when Jeongguk’s hands grip his thighs. He grinds down against Jeongguk, letting out another moan. So much for an innocent evening of cuddling, I guess.

They kiss heavily for a while, grinding against each other, Jimin palming at Jeongguk’s clothed erection as well as his own, they’ve both rid themselves of shirts, and are down to boxers only.

“Need more,” Jimin whines between kisses.

“Okay, get the lube, baby boy.”

Jimin reaches into the drawer next to the bed and pulls out the lubricant, giving no fucks at how in his excitement he almost pulls the drawer straight out of the table, slamming it shut after. He hands it over to Jeongguk as if it’s a gift and then strips of his boxers quickly, his cock standing hard in waiting.

“On your back, baby,” Jeongguk commands. Jimin complies easily.

Jimin waits patiently, feeling as though Jeongguk is purposefully taking forever to warm the lube between his fingers (as if Jimin cares whether it’s cold or not). He whines, but Jeongguk pays no attention.

Much to the older’s relief, Jeongguk finally seems satisfied in the warmth of the lubricant and gently circles one digit around Jimin’s entrance. They’ve barely even done anything yet, but Jimin’s nerves are already on edge, and there must be an insane amount of dopamine circulating through him. Jeongguk pushes his finger in, and Jimin takes a second to adjust to the feeling.

Soon, Jeongguk is working his finger in and out of Jimin, and he can feel the other boy getting impatient.

“Gguk, I want another.” Jimin whines. Jeongguk looks him right in the eyes but doesn’t add another.

See, this is something Jimin will never get used to. Jeongguk has a sadistic love of making people wait, watching them get impatient until they can’t take it anymore. He likes hearing people beg.

It’s only because Jeongguk decides that he wants to when he pushes another finger in alongside the first. Jimin practically shakes with gratitude. He really shakes though when Jeongguk’s fingers start repeatedly rubbing against his prostate, slowly and harshly.

“J-Jeongguk, please. Ah- I j-just want you.” Jimin stutters out, biting down on his lip to stop from moaning.

Jeongguk, being the devil that he is, acts as if he doesn’t hear. Instead, he watches his fingers slide in and out of Jimin with a look of intense interest. Internally he just wants to see what it’ll take for Jimin to get nice and loud for him because the sound of Jimin moaning is probably Jeongguk’s favorite noise. It gets to the point where Jimin begs incessantly for more from Jeongguk, and although the younger should probably loosen Jimin up a little more, he decides that enough is enough.

“Ride me, then,” Jeongguk says, simply, withdrawing his fingers and laying down on the bed. Jimin gasps and sputters, partially from the emptiness and partially in shock, because in all of the times that they’ve fucked, Jimin has only ridden Jeongguk once.

“Well, if you really want me so bad you shouldn’t mind having to do the work.”

Jimin has a “holy fuck” moment and freezes for a few seconds, before realizing that Jeongguk has already stripped and lubed himself up and is waiting, and Jimin himself really wants something in him.

He crawls over to Jeongguk, straddling him. Once he’s positioned over Jeongguk’s thick cock he lines it up and slowly pushes down.

Jimin feels the stretch from being prepped so little as he slides further down, biting his lip as his eyes roll back a little as if looking at the heavens to thank them for how lucky he is to have Jeongguk to himself. Once he’s full of Jeongguk’s cock he pauses for a second to adjust before leaning forward, drawing a moan from Jeongguk at how tight it is, and he kisses him teasingly, never fully allowing Jeongguk to have him.

After a minute or so of that, gives Jeongguk one proper kiss before moving just out of range and starts to move. Just a little at first, because Jeongguk is big and Jimin wasn’t prepped much and would rather not be featured on an episode of “Sex Sent Me to the E.R.”

He’s constantly amazed at how Jeongguk can look him in the eyes so easily when they fuck, but after three seconds of eye contact with the younger, Jimin finds his eyes wandering to Jeongguk’s muscles, running his hands along them while he starts to pick up his pace a little.

Jimin’s favorite part about riding is that he chooses the angle, so when wants to tease Jeongguk by staying just far enough away to keep their lips from meeting, but close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Jeongguk, he can.

Jimin is still trying to keep his moaning to himself, mainly because they’re in a dorm room and the walls are fairly thin and who knows if the people next door can hear.

“Baby, why so quiet? I want to hear you.” Jeongguk says, moving his hands to Jimin’s hips.

“Mm- Be-because someone might hear us… th-the walls are thin.” Jimin stammers out as he fucks himself back on Jeongguk.

“What if I want them to hear you? What if I want everyone in the building to wish they were the one causing you to make such beautiful noises?”

“J-Jeongguk… I-” Jimin says before burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, blushing furiously.

“Fine, I guess I’ll have to take it into my own hands,” Jeongguk replies, pushing Jimin so he sits up fully.

Jimin doesn’t fully understand what Jeongguk means at first, but he continues bouncing on Jeongguk’s cock. Then Jeongguk’s hands grip his hips a little tighter and as Jimin slides back down, Jeongguk thrusts up hard to meet him, finally drawing a loud, shocked moan from Jimin. The sudden change causes Jimin to throw his head up as he moans, looking straight ahead at a mirror leaning against the wall. Jeongguk had been meaning to hang it up on the door but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Jimin gasps when he sees his reflection, his hair is damp and messy, sweat glistens on his skin and his lips are swollen. He finds that he can’t look away. There’s just something about watching himself riding Jeongguk that turns him on so much more. Jeongguk notices the change.

“What’s up baby boy?”

“Mmh-Mir-ror ahh… Jeongguk.” He breathes out, rocking harder against Jeongguk.

Jeongguk turns his head to see the mirror ahead of them.

“Oh, you like that? Like to watch yourself? Then watch baby, look at how well you ride me.” Jimin gasps at that, feeling his orgasm starting to build.

Jeongguk continues to meet Jimin in his movements, bringing up the pace, giving Jimin no time to adjust to anything. He finally angles the older just right to have him rubbing against his prostate every time. Mixing the mirror, the fast pace, and Jeongguk hitting his prostate, Jimin finds that he has a hard time focusing on actually riding Jeongguk and that it’s turning sloppy.

Jeongguk notices the same thing, so he takes the opportunity to pull out before quickly flipping them so Jimin is on his back and Jeongguk can fuck into him with more power and control.

Jimin can’t even help himself anymore. He loses his ability to form words, and his vocabulary turns into a mix of attempted syllables and loud moans. Jimin already is so close from all the stimuli, but he knows that Jeongguk can last a while and he doesn’t want it to be over yet.

He attempts to push at Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Mmm- I- ah-I don’t” he starts. Jeongguk slows for a second to give him the chance to talk. “I don’t wanna come yet.” He finishes.

“Aww, can my little baby not take it? Am I too good? Don’t worry, I’ll go nice and slow.” Jeongguk says, starting up again with excruciatingly slow movements, barely going fully into Jimin. He’s rubbing up against Jimin’s prostate almost every time though, and Jimin knows he’s teasing on purpose. Jeongguk starts praising and talking down to Jimin likes he’s just a little kid.

“Aw, Jiminie, I don’t want you getting upset because you can’t hold your cum in. You’re just a soft pillow prince, huh? Need slow gentle love, yeah? How cute!”

This carries on longer than Jimin would like, so he interrupts “God, Jeongguk this isn’t what I meant. Why are you so difficult? You can do more than that, I’m not a virgin dammit,” he whines, trying to push back against him.

“Fine, brat,” Jeongguk replies, and with barely any transition he returns to his previous pace, sending Jimin to the edge so quickly. Jimin is back to his babbling mess from earlier, and his hands can’t keep themselves from gripping into Jeongguk’s hair, not that Jeongguk really minds that.

Before Jimin even gets the chance to say anything, he’s sent over the edge into an orgasm so strong his entire body arches off the bed, cum splattering across Jeongguk and himself, some even reaching Jeongguk’s lips (which he licks off with a smirk). He’s so loud that they’re both sure anyone in the entire building could probably hear.

Jeongguk doesn’t let up though, fucking Jimin through his orgasm, leaving Jimin with the mix of pain and pleasure from oversensitivity. That’s like Jeongguk though, he’ll hold his cum until he feels like he’ll explode. Even once Jimin comes down from his high, Jeongguk keeps a harsh pace, and Jimin is hard again before he even realizes, which is crazy because he thinks he’s already orgasmed his brains out.

Jimin has tears in his eyes from the pain of oversensitivity, but it still feels so fucking good that he doesn’t even care.

“Look at you, so wrecked already but so eager to come again,” Jeongguk says, just by his voice it’s clear that he’s close, but holding back.

In Jimin’s fit, he manages to look Jeongguk in the eye before pulling his head down for their lips to meet in a messy kiss, but the taste of Jimin’s mouth has him seconds from coming, so he pumps Jimin’s cock in his hand a few times, using all of his power to keep himself from climaxing before Jimin comes again, this one not as strong as the last, but still hard enough to have him clenching down on Jeongguk’s cock perfectly, sending the younger into an orgasm where he can’t even hold himself up, practically crushing Jimin under him as he comes.

Once they’ve both come down from their highs and Jeongguk has rolled off of Jimin, he leans over to the side table and opens the drawer to pull out a package of baby wipes. They’re great for an easy cleanup and gentle on skin, so of course, the couple keeps a pack nearby at all times. Jeongguk wipes the cum off of himself and Jimin, luckily there’s not much on the sheets, so he wipes it off as best he can before cuddling up against Jimin again.

It ended the same way it started. More cuddling as the post-sex exhaustion washed over them. They fall asleep pressed up against each other, and Jimin knows he’ll be sore for a few days after that, but it was so worth it. They dream about each other, Jimin dreams of their future with a family, and Jeongguk has a weird dream where they both fight a robot apocalypse and eat weird food.

Nevertheless, they’re both part of each other’s lives, whether they’re awake or asleep they’re never apart.