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Nobody knows that Jeon Jeongguk has a secret. Nobody knows, and that’s more than okay for him because it’s called ’secret’ for a reason.

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Jeongguk is creeping alongside the school’s brick wall and stops at the corner. He looks around carefully, and when concludes that there’s no one nearby, he takes a tiny metal can from the pocket of his backpack, and crouches next to the dense bushes which are the dividing line between the parking area and the schoolyard.

“Hey~ Hey, come out,” he whispers and nervously looks around again. “It’s just me, I brought you— Oh, here you are!”

A fond smile spreads across Jeongguk’s features and his dark eyes soften. A tiny cat with ginger fur crawls out of a bush and greets the boy with a happy, short ’meow’. The cat runs to Jeongguk who pets its head and scratches its back.

“There you go, I brought you something to eat,” Jeongguk says while skillfully opening the can of cat food with a can opener. “I hope you like this flavour, it’s mackerel.”

He puts the can on the ground and the cat immediately flings over to it, sniffing and nibbling a little before finally burrowing its face in the can.

“So cute,” Jeongguk chuckles when, after finishing the food, the cat places one little paw on his knee and meows again. He caresses the silky fur and the cat rubs its face against his hand. “You liked the meal, didn’t you? Mackerel is your fave?”

The cat starts purring and Jeongguk’s heart flutters as he’s stroking the fuzzy, ginger fur. He could stay like this for hours, enjoying the velvety softness under his palm and listening to the calming purr but the school bell rings obnoxiously loud and it’s the sign that Jeongguk has to go.

”Sorry buddy, I have to go now,” he grimaces at the cat which tilts its head and looks up at the boy with its amber, curious eyes. ”Being a human is really exhausting, y’know? I envy you and your sixteen hours of sleep per day,” Jeongguk sighs and stands up.

”That fucking Min gave me detention. Again. Teachers are pain in the ass,” he continues with a frown. The cat curls its tail while meowing and playfully slapping the chain on Jeongguk’s ripped, black jeans. The bell rings again and Jeongguk mentally prepares himself for the next two hours of utter boredom.

”Bye,” he waves at the feline and receives a short huff in return. “I can’t believe that I’m talking to an animal,” he mutters while sneaking alongside the wall again.

When hears light footsteps following him, Jeongguk turns back and hisses at the cat behind him. The cat blinks and meows but doesn’t move. Jeongguk sighs heavily, picks up the slender body and takes the feline back, next to the can of cat food. He bends down to pet the ginger fur one last time, and smiles when sees that the cat is tapping the empty can with his tiny, pink nose.

“Cute,” he giggles before turning away and heading towards the school gate.

On his way to the classroom where the detention is, a tall guy bumps into Jeongguk’s shoulder.

”Watch your way, shithead!” The guy snaps but when he realizes who’s standing in front of him, he murmurs an apology and rushes away.

Jeongguk looks after him with a satisfied smirk. At least in this goddamn school, he is someone, at least here he has a name and everyone knows it.

(A name what everyone knows and whispers in fear, but that doesn’t matter. Jeongguk convinces himself that he has no friends because he doesn’t even want one.)

((It’s sometimes a little bit lonely, watching his classmates laugh and joke around while Jeongguk is sitting in the back row, completely alone and silent. But only a little bit and that doesn’t matter. Jeongguk convinces himself that he could laugh and joke around with them if he wanted to.))

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Jeongguk doesn’t know anymore how many detentions he got only this month, he stopped counting a while ago. Today Mr. Min gave him detention because he drew a very detailed and naturalistic penis with a permanent marker on the teacher’s desk and later doodled a pretty ugly caricature of Mr. Min on the margin of his textbook.

(Fuck you, Mr. Min, you can’t appreciate what true art is.)

Detentions are usually really boring, but Jeongguk thinks that it still worth it, because one of his life goals is to see how red Mr. Min’s face can turn with anger and today’s was definitely the deepest shade so far.

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Jeongguk steps into the room and shortly nods towards Mr. Min as a greeting, flashing a grin at the teacher. The man frowns and Jeongguk's looking forward to rile him up again. But that can wait, he has two whole hours after all, so at first he decides to act like a good boy. He throws himself on a chair and reluctantly reaches for his backpack to take his homework from it, when the teacher suddenly speaks.

“Sit five seats apart, Jeon.”

Jeongguk looks up, confused, and only that’s when he notices another boy next to him. Oh.
Maybe detention won’t be that boring today. Jeongguk grins and doesn’t move.

“What’s your name?” He asks the boy who flinches at the voice and stares at him with big, surprised eyes.

“Kim Taehyung,” he replies and his voice is so low, it doesn’t fit his boyish face.

“No talking!” Mr. Min barks at them and Taehyung quickly focuses on his homework again. “And I said five seats apart!”

Jeongguk ignores the teacher and continues the conversation, “Why are you here, Taehyung-sshi? I’m Jeongguk, by the way.”

“Jeon!” Mr. Min’s fit bangs on the desk and Jeongguk can see the throbbing nerve on his temple.

”Yes? I was just being polite,” he blinks innocently at the teacher and waits for the exploding.

”Jeon Jeongguk, I swear to god that one more word and I’ll—” the man starts, annoyance and anger obvious in his voice, but he has no chance to explain what he would do because the door opens and another boy appears.

And god, Jeongguk couldn’t care less about Mr. Min’s reddening face anymore.

He has never believed in love at first sight. But the boy who walks in is so glorious, so ridiculously cute that Jeongguk’s heart starts pounding against his ribcage as fast and hard as if it would want to jump out of his chest. It feels like being hit by a thunderbolt, the world suddenly falls apart and Jeongguk’s mind goes completely blank.

The boy’s round, chubby cheeks are flushed and his ginger hair is messy. He looks small and vulnerable in the baggy, fluffy hoodie he wears, and only the tips of his fingers are visible because of his sweater paws. Weird, foreign feeling wakes in Jeongguk’s belly, it’s hot and overwhelming, and the heat washes over his entire body from the toes to the very tips of his ears. The strange desire to protect this tiny, huggable boy with all his adorableness and innocence is so strong, it makes Jeongguk’s legs feel like jelly.

“I’m sorry for being late but I had to help to Mr. Jung,” Ridiculously Cute Boy mumbles with an apologizing bow.

Even his voice is so damn adorable, high-pitched, melodic and smooth. Jeongguk can feel his mouth drying and throat tightening.
Because yeah, Jeon Jeongguk – despite his reputation – likes cute things. Like, for example, cats. Or baby birds, or a Pikachu-onesie, or slippers with bunny ears. And this boy is the goddamn fucking epitome of cuteness; the sweetest creature he has ever had the pleasure of viewing in his life.

“Fine, whatever,” Mr. Min shrugs but there is an indulgent, barely visible smile on his lips. “What’s your name?”

“Park Jimin.”

“Okay, Park, sit down five seats apart the others and be quiet.”

Park Jimin? So that’s the name of this angelic fluffball. Jeongguk stares at him while furrowing his brows, because it sounds so familiar…
Oh.
Oh right, he remembers: last week he smashed the glass of the school’s trophy cabinet in the hall (It was an accident, okay? It was not his fault that when some dickface threw at him a soccer ball and Jeongguk threw it back, the ball went to a wrong direction.), and one of his punishments was to clean all the trophies and glue the broken ones. And there were three trophies with the name ’Park Jimin’ on them; one for science and two for mathematics competitions. He remembers clearly of these trophies because he suffered with gluing them for almost an hour.

Tch, mathematics and science competition? What a nerd, Jeongguk snorts, while checking out Park Jimin in his puffy hoodie and green glasses again.
But all of his contempt flies out the window immediately when Park Jimin smiles at Taehyung and oh god, Jeongguk feels whipped. Because Jimin’s smile makes his insides melt and it’s so blinding as if someone would suddenly put the freaking sun into the middle of the classroom. Jimin’s smile lights up Jeongguk’s whole existence, every color somehow feels brighter and the world is a peaceful and wonderful place for a moment.

What the actual fuck.

Yes, Jeongguk feels utterly and completely whipped. How he had never seen this gorgeous hottie before? He assumes that Jimin is an upperclassman and that’s why they did not notice each other till now.

Jimin sits down and takes off his glasses to clean them. Jeongguk’s watching him like a hawk, not missing the way Jimin sucks his plump, pink lips in, and he suddenly gets hit with the urge of running his tongue over those lips and kissing the breath out of Jimin.

“Jeon Jeongguk, do your homework,” Mr. Min warns him, his tone is raspy with hidden anger, but this time this fact doesn’t satisfies but simply annoys Jeongguk.

Jimin’s head jerks up at the name and shyly, warily glances in Jeongguk’s direction. When their eyes meet, Jimin’s cheeks turn rosy under Jeongguk’s intense glare and blinks furiously while looking away. Sparkles are running up and down his spine, and Jeongguk smirks.
Jimin is cute, so freaking tooth-rotting cute.

“There are things I would rather do instead of homework,” he licks his chapped bottom lip, his eyes are following Jimin’s movements with interest. Jimin swallows hard, his gaze never meets with Jeongguk’s as he nervously cleans his glasses with those soft, petite hands of his. The afternoon sunshine paints a golden halo around his figure and it’s so pretty that it seems unearthly.

“Jeongguk, if you don’t want Saturday detentions, then I recommend you to stop staring, shut the hell up and start your homework. Right now!” Mr. Min shouts while slapping the table. Jeongguk curses under his breath and tears his gaze away from Jimin.

Park Jimin is might the epitome of cuteness but Saturday detentions are the epitome of living hell and all the torture in the world, so Jeongguk – even though his hands are gripping the pen so tight that his knuckles turn white – tries to focus on his goddamn homework and not on that how nice and sharp Jimin’s jawline is and how deliciously thick his thighs are.

Jimin rolls his shoulders and a soft sigh leaves his mouth while the hot water cascades down his body, the tired and tense muscles slowly start to relax.

He still feels Jeon Jeongguk’s piercing gaze on himself (it left his skin prickling), and he doesn’t understand the situation, not at all. Jeongguk was not-so-subtly staring at him for two whole hours and even when the detention finished and he was heading home with Taehyung, Jimin felt the boy's gaze travelling up and down his body. Today was the first time he saw him up close, that little punk, and Jimin didn't do anything wrong to him. Then why?

It’s not like he didn’t know who Jeon Jeongguk, The Jeon Jeongguk is – no, there is no one in the entire school who doesn’t know that name. Jeongguk is famous – or more like, infamous. A sophomore with an ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude, bad behaviour and surprisingly good grades.
Everyone knows that Jeongguk rarely comes to school and even when he comes, he likes to skip or sleep through classes. Everyone knows that he only pays attention when it comes to arts or sports. At the other lessons he usually just sits in the back row, spaced out and listening to music with earbuds, hoodie or beanie on his head and his worn out Timberland boots on the desk.

There are rumors about people got beaten up by Jeongguk and were hospitalized. There are rumors about that Jeongguk once set fire to principal Kim Namjoon’s office and that’s why the walls are sooty in some places. There are rumors about that one teacher, Bang Sihyuk was hit by Jeongguk’s motorcycle because he didn’t give the boy the grade he wanted. There are rumors about Jeongguk fighting with gangsters, Jeongguk being a thief or a drug dealer. But of course, these are just rumors, Jimin had thought.

Till today. Because today when he walked into the classroom where the detention was, he finally saw Jeon Jeongguk in person and – and yes, that kid was no joke. From the corner of his eye, Jimin studied Jeongguk (he wouldn’t have dared to openly stare) who wore ripped skinny jeans and chains, a plain white shirt, black leather jacket and a red beanie. It was pretty normal, moreover, if Jimin wants to be completely honest with himself, he even found Jeongguk kind of hot. Yeah, kind of really hot and attractive.

But his stare…
His stare was terrifying.

Jeongguk’s whole presence became dangerous because of that deathly stare, as if he would eat puppies for breakfast every day and listen to nothing but Linkin Park. There was something in his stare what peeled Jimin’s skin away with predatory hunger and set his flesh aflame. It frightened Jimin when their eyes met, he had never felt more exposed before. Jeongguk scanned him like a piece of meat, ready to devour him alive.

Jimin, even though he is standing in the shower now, shivers at the memory.

The last thing he wants is the attention of the school’s delinquent, Jeon Jeongguk.
Ever since he had moved to the capital, half a year ago, everyone constantly made fun of him because of his ‘country’ dialect. Also, it turned out that being good at math and science is not cool, it’s more like, ’nerdy’, so Jimin quickly learned not to look anyone directly in the eye, because it seemed that city-kids like to pick a fight for no good reason.

Jimin sighs heavily and closes the tap. He shouldn’t care about Jeon Jeongguk this much, because he probably (hopefully) had already forgot such an average guy like Jimin. Tomorrow will surely be quiet and calm, like usually.

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Next morning Jeongguk trudges into the kitchen with impressive bags under his eyes and a sore right wrist. It all thanks to Park Jimin and his freaking cuteness though; he tossed and turned around his bed all night, thinking about Jimin’s smile and Jimin’s tiny hands and JiminJiminJimin and when the break of dawn painted the sky purple, he let his imagination go wild.

The house is silent, his father went to work hours ago and his mother is probably still asleep. Jeongguk rubs his eyes and yawns while opening the refrigerator. He groans when realizes that it’s empty, he assumes his parents had no time to go grocery shopping yesterday because they were too busy with planning that surprise birthday party for Jeonghyun, Jeongguk’s older brother. Jeongguk sighs, pretending that his stomach doesn’t sink and his chest doesn’t tighten, and takes out some money from his Iron Man moneybox. It’s the half of his pocket money collected so far and Jeongguk really wanted to save it for something else other than food for himself but…

Jeongguk sighs again and massages his aching right wrist. Life sucks.
He hopes that at least a certain ridiculously cute someone can lift his gloomy mood later.

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Jeongguk curses under his breath when realizes that his mind was so full of Jimin this morning that he forgot to buy cat food. He is already late for class, and Mr. Min will give his third detention this week for it, but who cares – Jeongguk turns on his heels and hurriedly heads towards the parking lot. Sure, education is important but starving kittens are important and cute, so Jeongguk chooses the latter without hesitation.

The grocery store is full of old people and mothers with their howling toddlers. Jeongguk maneuvers between them until he finds the shelves full of cat food. He picks two cans with mackerel flavour and heads towards the cash register. The queue is quite long and Jeongguk grows more and more impatient with every passing second, boots tapping nervously on the floor. Today he has art lesson, it starts in half an hour and if there is anything in the school, which he is interested in, then it's drawing.

Jeongguk’s impatient gaze wanders to a woman’s basket full of tangerines and oranges, and it reminds him of Park Jimin’s hair colour. Oh, those shiny locks, looking so soft and Jeongguk’s fingers are itching to run through them… Jeongguk, to divert his attention from the upcoming art lesson and the terribly slow cashier, starts (or more like, continues) daydreaming about Park Jimin and all the things he wants to do with said boy, but soon a loud curse interrupts his thoughts. The old man right before Jeongguk is swearing angrily because he dropped his three packs of cigarettes and his waist hurts too much, he can’t bend down for them. Jeongguk lets out a frustrated huff and picks the cigarette packs up. The old man flashes a toothless but kind smile at the boy, and is ready to take the packs from him when suddenly a strong, strict voice startles both of them.

”Jeon Jeongguk! Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?! Not enough that you're not at school, you’re buying cigarettes? Three packs, on top of that?!”

Shit. Shitshitshit, Jeongguk thinks on repeat and shuts his eyes tightly. The tall, handsome male who’s approaching him is Kim Seokjin, the school counselor. They have a kind of love-hate relationship; they spent many hours together last year, hours when Mr. Kim tried to figure out how to help Jeongguk with his behavioral problems. Mr. Kim has a tendency to be too curious and motherly for Jeongguk’s liking, but he has to admit that the man is understanding and probably is the main reason Jeongguk’s not got kicked out of school yet.

And of course, the only person who has ever stood up for Jeongguk in that goddamn school, now catches him in an ambiguous situation. Life definitely sucks.

It all started with a cat and another ambiguous situation. On the third day of his high school life, Jeongguk got into a fistfight with another four boys when he protected a small black cat from them. The four boys were bored high school juniors who thought that torturing a baby cat with a broom is fun.

Well, Jeongguk disagreed.
He punched that one bully who was laughing the loudest at the poor cat in the face, and hours later he crawled home with bloody knuckles and dark blue bruises everywhere. His shirt was torn and his face was swollen, but at least the little black cat was purring in his arms with full stomach, safe and sound.

Next day, even though his whole body hurt, he went to school (because back then, when he actually did care about school, he wouldn’t have missed a day). He wore his black leather jacket, because that was his only jacket which sleeves were long enough to cover the countless scars and bruises on his arms.

It started as a small whisper, spreading like wildfire: someone saw Jeon Jeongguk in the bathroom, wrapping a bandage around a wound on his arm.

’Probably he’s a junkie.’

’Did you see his face, though? What if he’s some illegal street fighter?’

’He looks like a thug in that leather jacket.’

Jeongguk didn’t know who the source of these gossips were, nor how to stop them. He was shy and quiet, with no friends or support: easy target. Also people who were jealous of the Jeons' family background and his older brother’s former popularity, turned their envious anger against Jeongguk.
When days later those four boys found him again and took revenge on him for saving the black kitten, beating him up so bad that his ribs cracked, the rumors about him being an agressive ’bad boy’ became unstoppable and irreversible.
And even though Jeongguk’s whole reputation was based on a misunderstanding, he quickly got used and started to enjoy his life as the school’s bad guy.

———

Jeongguk liked to think that he is not a mean person, he is not evil or the Satan itself (as some of his classmates often referred to him) – no. The only problem with him was that he was a little hot-headed and angry. Angry, almost always – at the whole world because it seemed that the whole world hated him and was against him.

Angry at the teachers because all they did was worshipping his older brother, who had graduated from the same high school two years ago.

(’Jeonghyun was a straight-A-student, outstandingly talented at arts and sports as well, the captain of the soccer team, student council president, and overall an obedient and good child – and you, Jeon Jeongguk, why are you nothing like him?!’)

Angry at his parents because all they cared about was Jeonghyun.

(’Your brother went to college and has a mature, strong relationship with his girlfriend; he is so ambitious and hard-working! Why can’t you be like him?!’).

Angry, because even though Jeongguk’s grades were really good (except at math), they were never good enough.

Jeongguk was just never good enough.

So what was the point of being ’good’?

After getting tired of trying and failing, Jeongguk started to convince himself that he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care about comparisons and expectations, doesn’t need attention from his parents, and doesn’t want to hear praises. He convinced himself, and from that time, he didn’t just accept his fate as a ’bad boy’ but he started to act like one: being bolder, rebellious, searching for only fun at school. It felt like freedom.

(He ignored the pang of guilt whenever his mother exasperatedly shaked her head with bitterness sitting in the curve of her mouth after coming home from the latest consultation with Mr. Min.)

((He ignored the funny, uncomfortable feeling what was pooling in his stomach whenever he realized, he has no friends, not a single one.))

(((He ignored the sharp pain resonating in his bones when after another provoked fistfight, his skin looked like a colorfully splotched canvas.)))

((((He ignored the too-tight squeeze in his chest whenever his classmates were whispering about how he definitely wastes his stolen pocket money on cigarette or drugs or some another illegal stuff. Nobody knew that in reality, he ’wasted’ it on cat food and buying Iron Man socks.))))

”Jeongguk, I’m seriously disappointed!” Mr. Kim looks at Jeongguk with an indignant expression and the boy quickly shoves the cigarette packs into the old man’s arms.

”They’re not mine,” he grumbles on a defiant tone, ready to defend himself. Seokjin is the only person on whose face Jeongguk doesn't bear the disappointment.

”The cigarettes are mine, mister,” the old man agrees, his wizened hands squeeze the packs. ”The young man here helped me and picked them up.”

Kim Seokjin eyes Jeongguk for long seconds before finally breaking into an engaging smile what’s directed to the old man.

”Thank you for your information,” he smiles gently but when he turns to Jeongguk, his eyes are piercing. ”But it doesn’t change the fact that you are not at school, Jeongguk-ah.”

”Mind your own business,” Jeongguk bites back, but Seokjin is not listening anymore.

His exploring gaze stops on the cans in the boy’s hands and lifts one eyebrow questioningly. ”Is that mackerel flavoured cat food?” Seokjin wonders and his eyes widen in surprise when Jeongguk’s face flushes.

”I-I said, mind your own fucking business!” He growls, voice shaky and breathless.

”Yeah, I see him a lot, feeding the stray cats and playing with them. There are at least ten cats living behind the building of the old hospital and this young man brings them food every single day,” the old man horns in again while patting Jeongguk’s shoulder weakly. ”He’s such a good boy, sometimes spends hours with the cats and talks to them.”

The old man smiles at Jeongguk and Seokjin, toothless and genuinely tender. Seokjin’s eyes are like saucers and Jeongguk suddenly feels like there is no air in the store. He gasps and everything feels suffocating, something stings his eyes and his vision gets blurry. It’s freezing cold and steaming hot at the same time and his entire body shivers. His limbs are numb and senses are blunt, as if they were covered with cotton, and he doesn’t hear the cashier and Seokjin’s yelling when he rushes out the store with long steps.

He doesn’t know why he feels this overwhelmed, but the fact that Kim Seokjin discovered a secret part of his daily routine, a treasured part of him what was hidden from everyone, makes him upset. Or embarrassed. But mostly, it makes him feel empty.

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It’s already lunch break when Jeongguk finally enters the school, after feeding the ginger cat who lives next to the building. In the end, he didn’t make it in time so he had to miss out his beloved art lesson.

Yesterday, after he went home, he’s done some research about Park Jimin (and totally not saved his every single profile picture from Facebook, staring at them four long minutes and practising on them how to talk to Jimin, totally not, that would be lame), so now he knows which class the older boy belongs. But since it’s lunch break, Jeongguk supposes that Jimin is at the canteen, instead of his classroom.

When he enters the canteen, Jeongguk’s still grumpy for missing the art lesson, but his face lights up when he sees that the lunch is chicken. With the tray in his hands, his eyes are searching for a speck of orange. He catches a glimpse of a blinding and sweet smile and yup, there he is. Park Jimin stuffs a spoonful of rice into his mouth (god, his lips are so plump) while adjusting his glasses with one tiny, petite finger. (Oh lord, how can be someone’s fingers this chubby? Is this even allowed? Is Park Jimin even real?)

Jeongguk wants to scream and he feels as his pulse immediately starts racing because yes, Jimin is still the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on, and there is an empty chair right next to him. An empty chair. Waiting for someone to sit on it…
The tray in his hands starts to become clammy with sweat and Jeongguk swallows, considering weither he should sit next to Jimin or not. But a few hesitant seconds later a loud and cheerful ’Jiminie’ cuts him out of his thoughts, and Jeongguk watches in horror as Jackson Wang, fencing champion Jackson Wang, occupies the chair easily and casually throws an arm around Jimin’s shoulders.

”Can you help me with my physics homework, Jimin-ah? I don’t understand a single thing,” Jackson whines and Jimin giggles. (Park Jimin freaking giggles at Jackson fucking Wang, it’s the end of the world.)

”Of course, hyung. Let me see,” Jimin says with a warm smile and Jeongguk doesn’t know if he should melt into a puddle of goo or punch Jackson in the face with his tray.

He irritably slams his tray on a table near Jimin and Taehyung’s, and shots daggers into Jackson Wang’s stupid and ugly head in hope that the boy will go away. The students around them start murmuring, trying to figure out what's going on.

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Jimin loves the feeling when a freshly sharpened pencil circles above the equation, like an eagle above its prey. He loves the scent of squared paper, loves the typing sound of the calculator, and loves the matter-of-fact logic which is might the key to everything in this world. He loves the excitement what rushes through his body when he knows how to solve an example, when he feels victorious and capable. He’s trying to concentrate on the task in front of him but suddenly Taehyung pokes his tummy and Jimin jolts.

”He’s staring at you,” Taehyung lowers his voice and nods in the direction of the nearest table. ”Jeon Jeongguk.”

”Uhh,” Jimin’s chewing on his bottom lip nervously and pushes his glasses up on his nose. “Yeah, I noticed it, too.”

”It’s hard not to,” Taehyung chuckles darkly. ”Also, he looks like he wants to murder Jackson-hyung,” he punches said boy lightly on the shoulder, amusement clear in his voice.

Jackson just smirks, exchanging looks with Taehyung and then they suddenly burst out laughing. Jimin doesn’t understand why this situation is so damn funny for them but it doesn’t even matter. All what matters is Jackson-hyung’s physics homework and he’s trying to focus on it really hard but it’s pretty difficult when a certain Jeon Jeongguk burns holes into him with his intense, dark gaze. (And no, it’s definitely not the reason why Jimin’s stomach makes flips and his breath stutters.)

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There is always a point where Jeongguk has enough.

When Jackson Wang pets Jimin’s orange, fluffy hair and then his fingers run down Jimin’s soft baby blue knitted sweater, Jeongguk bites in his cheeks and continues eating. When Jackson Wang pats Jimin’s thigh and leans extremely close to him, Jeongguk’s nails sink into the flesh of his palm and his fingers are trembling around the fork but he somehow manages to cut the chicken. But when Jackson fucking Wang grabs a piece of meat between his index finger and thumb, and then rises his hand to feed Jimin—

–– That’s the point when Jeongguk stands up.

With two quick, powerful steps he reaches Jimin’s table and grabs the boy’s slender wrist.

“Sorry for interrupting you, but he comes with me now,” he states on a hoarse voice while pushing the surprised Jackson roughly away.

Jeongguk can feel all the other student’s eyes on them as he drags the weakly protesting Jimin out of the canteen, but his mind is still so full of possessive thoughts that he absolutely doesn’t care.

“Wh-where are we going?” Jimin asks in a small voice, and it’s smooth like the sound of wind chimes, and Jeongguk’s heart is hammering against his ribcage.

“Rooftop,” he replies briefly. While climbing the stairs, he barely can fight down a wide smile because Jimin’s wrist feels so tiny and cute in his hand, and Jimin’s skin is so milky and warm against his palm.

Rooftop? The word whirls in Jimin’s mind, the horror makes his limbs numb and his brain dull. Rumors say that Jeon Jeongguk takes his victims to the rooftop and beats them up there. Jimin shudders and a soft whimper leaves his mouth. What if Jeongguk will punch and kick him? He is so tall and broad, even his grip is so strong, Jimin has no chance against him. What did he do what infuriated Jeongguk? They have never even talked! And why Taehyung and Jackson are not here to help him when the school’s deliquent literally kidnapped him from their table?! The panic rises in Jimin’s chest and presses the oxygen out of his lungs.

When Jeongguk finally lets go of his wrist and stops, face to face, Jimin swallows and looks up sheepishly. His delicate fingers are trembling, hidden beneath the sleeves of his light blue sweater; he wets and bites in his plush, full bottom lip, and Jeongguk follows the motion with something indefinable in his deep, dark (god, so, so dark) eyes. Jimin’s hands are nervously playing with the hem of his sweater and he looks anywhere but at Jeongguk.

Too damn cute.
They are completely alone on the school’s rooftop and Park Jimin is too adorable for his own good. Jeongguk suddenly feels shy and weird, excited and awkward at the same time. For a moment, breath and words catch in his throat. What is he even doing? And why? He has no plan and no idea what to do now…

”U-uhm… Jeongguk-sshi?” Jimin clears his throat and blinks at him uncertainly.

The way it rolled off Jimin’s tongue, the way those pink lips moved while forming his name cause a sudden rush of warmth and adrenaline in Jeongguk’s body and before he could think or control his movements, he slams Jimin against the fence which surrounds the rooftop, pinning him to it. He leans over the shocked older boy, pressing him against the fence and trapping him with his arms on Jimin’s sides.

”W-wha—” Jimin feels like dying. His knees are weak and the school’s scariest guy, Jeon Jeongguk, with his tongue piercing and black ear-gauges, is towering over him. He will probably kill me now, he thinks, tongue darting out and wetting his ice cold lips.

”Tomorrow, at lunch break, here. Come alone and don’t be late, Park Jimin.” Jeongguk’s voice is huskier than before, and it transforms Jimin’s stomach into a hundred of butterflies.

Jeongguk can’t believe he didn’t stutter. He can’t believe he managed to say out the name without his voice breaking with fondness. His grip tightens on the grid of the fence as he’s staring into Jimin’s confused eyes. (God, Jeongguk gets lost in those sparkly eyes, and Jimin’s eyelashes are so thick and long behind the glasses, he wants to kiss every single one of them.) The older boy’s scent is intoxicating, mix of sweet apples and spicy cinnamon, and Jeongguk is so close, too close to those tempting lips, he should just tilt his head and—

”What? A-and why? What i-if I say no?” Jimin’s skin is silky soft and clear like the finest Chinese porcelain, and he’s so short, he has to look up to the younger boy.

”You’ll come,” Jeongguk states, no, commands, full of fake confidence because he is used to that everyone in this school obeys him without question. (Because everyone knows that contradict Jeon Jeongguk has pretty painful consequences.)

”Wanna hurt me?” Jimin gulps, and Jeongguk wants to laugh.

”You? Never.” These words seem to soothe Jimin’s nervousness but make him even more confused.

”Then what do you want from me?” Jimin asks, genuinely curious.

”Tomorrow, hyung,” is all Jeongguk murmurs before reluctantly pulling away from Jimin and walking away, successfully maintaining his deadpan expression and not looking back. Just keep your cool and try to look badass. Keep your cool and try to look mysterious, he chants internally with rapidly beating heart, but as soon as he enters the boys’ bathroom, he crouches and muffles his excited squealing with the sleeve of his hoodie.

”Oh man holy shit! He didn’t say no!”

Chapter Text

”He did the so-called kabe-don to you?!”

”Wha—?”

”He smashed you against a wall and pinned you to it?”

”The fence. He smashed me against the fence,” Jimin corrects Taehyung with glassy eyes, skin still tingling from Jeongguk’s proximity from a few minutes ago.

”Oh my gosh, that little shit! Want me to punch him? How dare he treat you like that?! You’re older than him!”

”It’s okay, it wasn’t that bad,” Jimin mutters quietly but regrets immediately. Tomato red is blooming on his cheeks when Taehyung’s astonished expression turns into a mischievous grin.

”Oho,” he chuckles, tone mocking and way too amused for Jimin’s liking. ”Ohoho, someone’s got a thing for badboy-types~”

”W-what are you, an owl?! Shut up, geez,” Jimin pushes his giggling horrible best friend away and tries to hide his blushing face. ”Instead of making fun of me, help me finish Jackson-hyung’s physics homework.”

”Sure thing! And after that, I’ll help you choose what to wear tomorrow on your little date.”

”It’s not a date, Tae! There’s still a chance that he wants to kill me for god knows why,” Jimin explains with violent hand gestures.

”He said he would never harm you, right?”

”Yeah, that’s right but he is Jeon Jeongguk! How could I trust him? Also, why are you encouraging me to meet him tomorrow when he’s the scariest thug-looking—

”Nah, scary my ass. Jeon Jeongguk is as scary as my pinky finger,” Taehyung snorts. ”He’s just a big dork, Jiminie, believe me. I saw him once at the local gym when he changed after work-out, he has Kumamon underwear and Iron Man socks.”

”And you think it’s enough reason for me to trust him?”

”Exactly.”

”… And is his body great?” Jimin asks after a short break on a forced flat tone but he feels his betrayer cheeks heat up, so he looks away quickly.

”Hmmm?” Taehyung purrs and wiggles his eyebrows. ”Why are you asking?”

”Shut up.”

”Never~ Also, I guess you should wear your leather pants, they do wonders for your butt,” Taehyung muses, totally not listening to Jimin’s complains.

Jimin buries his face in his hands and moans tiredly.
He needs a new best friend. And to find his leather pants till tomorrow.

”Jeongguk is back and he’s staring at you. Again. With googly eyes,” Taehyung informs Jimin heatedly. ”And it’s not just him; at least five girls and two other boys are gaping and drooling over your ass.”

”Uh, seriously?”

”Yupp~”

Jimin groans and fidgets uncomfortably in the chair, his grip tightens around his sandwitch.
The leather pants are skin-tight and follow nicely the natural curves of his lower body. They really do wonders for his butt and thighs, Jimin assumes. He’s not used to this amount of attention and it makes him feel exposed and a bit nasty, but deep down he actually feels a little proud because of Jeon Jeongguk’s reaction.

(Earlier that morning, Jeon Jeongguk was drinking coffee, leaning against his locker in the hallway when he saw Jimin. His reaction was immediate and really dramatic: he started coughing halfway of a sip, spilling half of the (fortunately) lukewarm drink on himself and doubling over while choking and gasping for air. He locked himself into the bathroom after the incident, partly because he had to change his soaked shirt, and partly to nurse his wounded ego.)

”The butterfly-effect kicked in,” Taehyung winks at Jimin and slaps his thigh lightly. ”As soon as the caterpillar transforms into a butterfly, everyone seems to notice him,” he singsongs and Jimin stares at him in bewilderment.

”Okay, Tae… One, you honestly think that wearing different pants than usually changes me this much? And two, you just said now that without these pants I’m nothing but a caterpillar? Really?”

”Why? Caterpillars are cute, especially when they’re fluffy,” Taehyung smiles at him kindly. ”I told you that as a compliment, Jiminie. It means that usually you are fuzzy and beautiful, but today is an exception because you are drop dread gorgeous and hot.”

Taehyung-logic.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip with a shy smile as a faint blush is spreading across his cheeks at the praise. ”Thank you,” he finally beams at Taehyung who ruffles his hair affectionately.

”Thank your genetics and personality, hun,” Taehyung laughs wholeheartedly.

————

Taehyung checks his watch. ”Seven minutes till the beginning of lunch break. Are you ready?”

”I… I-I don’t know, Tae,” Jimin squeaks quietly. ”Exactly what should I be ready for?

”To go and sweep Jeon Jeongguk off his feet, Jiminie.”

”I shouldn’t go,” Jimin mumbles nervously while adjusting his glasses with shaking fingers. ”Y-yeah, I definitely shouldn’t go. I’m not going.”

”Park Jimin,” Taehyung takes a deep breath. And if Kim Taehyung takes a deep breath in the middle of biology lesson, he is serious. (If Jimin wasn't freaked out before, now he definitely is, because holy cow, Kim Taehyung is never serious unless it’s about defending One Piece from the infantile members of the Anti-Anime Club.)

”Park Jimin,” Taehyung repeats, for emphasis (and it works though, because Jimin is nothing right now but a ball of nerves). ”As your best friend and life coach and love guru, I swear to the heavens that I’ll bury you alive in my grandma’s garden with my own two hands if you dare not to go and meet Jeon fucking Jeongguk. Am I clear?”

Taehyung shows his innocent boxy smile and then turns his attention back to the teacher.

Wow. That was impressive and definitely persuasive.

”Yes… Jimin sighs, defeated. ”But why are you pushing this Jeongguk-stuff so much?”

Taehyung slyly grins at him, ”Because I have awesome intuitions.”

Jimin pouts and rolls his eyes. Yes, he definitely and urgently needs a new best friend.

Jeongguk has a quite hectic day so far.

Firstly, he couldn’t sleep more than two hours at night, because holyshitParkJiminandIhaveadateatlunchbreak. He was wide awake, rolling around in his bed while making whale noises and muffled goat screams, praying for international playboy Tony Stark a.k.a. Jeongguk’s Number One Idol to help him out today with some useful advice or inspiration. When Tony Stark seemingly didn’t give a shit about Jeongguk’s prayers, the boy started forming at least ten million plans about how to ask Jimin out, what to say to him, and how to look extremely cool and sexy while doing it. In the end, the result of his night was a really tired and slowly working brain, hazy eyes with dark circles under them, and an awfully messy bedhead. It was extremely not cool and sexy, Jeongguk was grossed out by his own reflection when he looked in the mirror at ass o’clock in the morning.

(It lasted two hours for him to get ready. Jeongguk swore he had not saw a sunrise since he was four. It’s nice, he decided, but it's absolutely not worth it to get up for it.)

Secondly, he was greeted by Mr. Min Yoongi at the school gate. The teacher told him that he heard about his meeting with Kim Seokjin at the grocery store last day and he knows that Jeongguk hadn’t wanted to steal those two cans of cat food, but when he had stomped away from the store without paying, the cashier’s got pretty angry and wanted to call the cops. In the end, Seokjin had agreed to pay for the cans so the cashier had calmed down.

After sharing this story with Jeongguk, Mr. Min simply walked away, not even mentioning the word ’detention’. The boy stared after him for a long time, mouth agape, thinking about how Mr. Kim Seokjin saved his ass again.

Only a few minutes later, when he finally managed to get a cup of coffee from the coffee machine (something definitely was wrong with that machine, though, because the drink was only lukewarm), hoping that the caffeine will bring him to life, he noticed a small glimpse of orange from the corner of his eye. He turned his head so quickly his neck cracked, and ah, yeah, there was Park Jimin’s mesmerizing smile a few feet away him. Jeongguk’s heart started pounding and his knees became wobbly, and he was almost ninety nine percent sure that he heard angels singing in the background. Jimin was talking with a teacher, he wore a loose cobalt blue hoodie and he looked as cozy and huggable in it as always. Jeongguk sighed contentedly, eyes glued to Jimin’s back. It was such a nice way to start the day, watching the most adorable sight he has had ever set his eyes on. He leaned against his locker, sipped from his coffee and his gaze wandered lower and lower on Jimin’s small form.

That was apparently a big mistake.

Because there he saw nothing else but two wonderfully shaped plump and taut globes hugged by shiny black, skin-tight leather pants, and holy mother of God and sweet baby Jesus Christ, in that exact moment Jeongguk’s soul left his body and he couldn’t fucking breathe.

That booty.

That goddamn booty was out of this miserable world.

That was all Jeongguk could realize before starting to cough so hard, pain racked his body and his eyes became watery. There was coffee in his windpipe and all over his shirt, and he really couldn’t fucking breathe, but honestly, that all didn’t matter, because. That. Booty. Was. Perfection. (And maybe even above it.)

Suddenly out of nowhere Kim Taehyung’s enormous hand slapped his back with such force, Jeongguk stumbled and tripped over his own two feet while still coughing.

”Are you okay, bro?” Taehyung grinned at him.

Jeongguk felt like dying, metaphorically and literally.

”…Yes.”

———

After successfully embarrassing himself in front of the whole school and Park Jimin, he went to the closest bathroom and locked himself into a stall, face burning with shame. He was not even sure if he should go out at lunch break (or more like, ever again). His mind was working on full capacity and questions swirled in it without stop.

What if Jimin won’t come? What if Jimin comes, but he will laugh at him for being a clumsy loser? And the most important question: what if Jimin’s wearing those killer pants today because of their ‘date’? Then it means that Jimin’s wearing them for Jeongguk…

This toe-curling assumption was enough to give him strength to crawl out of the bathroom and change into another plain white t-shirt which one he usually uses for P.E. classes.

———

He was heading towards his classroom when noticed Jackson Wang’s blonde mop of hair.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, making Jackson stop and wait.

Jeongguk changed his direction and walked closer to Jackson, slowly but surely towering over the older boy. (Man, Jeongguk loves being tall.)

Jackson lifted his eyebrows and his eyes gleamed mischievously but his expression was unreadable.

”Can I help you, Jeongguk-ah?” He asked and his voice was shaky, as if he was holding back his laugh.

”Yes, actually you can,” Jeongguk hissed when last day’s memories of Jackson caressing Jimin’s back or massaging his shoulders came into his mind. ”Stay away from Park Jimin.”

Jackson’s eyebrows disappeared under his fringe and he had to press his mouth into a thin line to not chuckle. ”Okay,” he nodded with a shrug.

”No, it’s not ’okay’. You don’t understand: no touching, no hugging, no feeding,” Jeongguk listed with growing tenseness and irritation because Jackson fucking Wang was freakin' smirking and Jeongguk was a hair's breadth away from losing his temper. ” Park Jimin’s mine, so fuck off.”

”Yours?” Jackson mused on a clearly teasing tone and folded his arms, making his biceps pop out.

”Well—” No, Jackson Wang isn’t going to make this awkward for him. Not today. Jeongguk was ready to bite back something, something witty and badass, when the older boy spoke again.

”If Jiminie-ah is yours, then it’s great, buddy. It’s not like I had ever wanted anything from him besides his maths and physics skills. Bye~”

And this being said, Jackson turned on his heels and walked away, whistling.

It’s two minutes till lunch break and Jimin thinks that it’s his last chance to chicken out. He steals a glance at Taehyung who gives him double thumbs-ups and whisper-shouts ’moveeeee’.

Jimin swallows thickly and steps on the first stair. Okay, he can do this. (He still doesn't exactly know what ’this’ is, but he can do it anyways. Yes, he can.) His palms are clammy with sweat and he can’t even wipe them into his pants because they slide from the surface of the leather.

He exhales.

Then inhales.

Then Taehyung huffs out a breath of annoyance behind him and not-so-gently pushes him forward.

”You're not going to your execution, dumbass. Just go already!”

And Jimin, with a stuttering heart, obeys.

————

”So you came.”

”Yeah.”

Silence.

Oh god, Jeongguk has never been this nervous in his entire life.

He can’t do this. Holy shit, he can’t do this.

He’s going to die.

He’s going to die because Park Jimin looks at him through his eyelashes, bold and vulnerable at the same time, confusedly blinking like a lost puppy, and Jeongguk finds him irresistible and might or might not those freaking leather pants are worse for his health than he thought and—

”Uhm, uh, Jeongguk-sshi?” Jimin calls his name shyly after a good five minutes of wordless staring contest on the school’s rooftop.

Jeongguk flinches at the sound of his own name. Yes, he is Jeon Jeongguk, damnit, a cool and strong and smooth guy (and this situation is already awkward enough), so at this point he should just say it… He takes a deep breath, steels himself and lets the words fall out his mouth.

“Jiminhyunggooutwithme,” he sputters without breathing or swallowing. Well, fuck.

Jimin looks at him weirdly. ”Excuse me?”

(Jeongguk wants to dig a hole until he reaches hell. He wants to jump off this freaking rooftop. He wants to taste Jimin's lips.)

“I said, go out with me,” Jeongguk repeats, slower this time, his fingers are nervously tugging the hem of his shirt and light blush colours his face. “Please,” he adds softly, as a second thought.

“Wha-what?!” Jimin gapes at the other with a shocked expression. Okay, he was ready for a few things, but definitely not this, not this soon and straightforwardly.

Silence.

”Are you just toying with me, Jeon Jeongguk? Is this some joke or prank?”

”No,” the younger boy grits his teeth, indignation and hurt are evident in his voice.

(He really, really wants to embrace Jimin and assure him that his intentions are pure. He wants to tell him that all he can think about for days is how those full, rosy lips of his would feel against his own.)

The wind howls but besides that, the rooftop is quiet, the air vibrates with tension.

“No,” Jimin whispers finally. ”My answer is no.”

Chapter Text

…No?

Jeongguk’s ears are ringing and his heart’s pounding painfully. He was sure that he can handle rejection, he was prepared for a negative answer, after all, but… His throat is so taut, he can’t swallow properly and his stomach and chest feel funny, as if someone had kicked them really, really hard. Nothing hurt this much before, not even that when those four boys punched Jeongguk in the ribs until they cracked.

‘My answer is no.’

Jeongguk doesn’t understand. At all. The leather pants, Jimin’s shy glances, the delicious blush on his cheeks… Jeongguk thought the other boy might feels the same whenever their eyes meet, he thought this is a good idea, he thought Jimin might returns his confession…

Yeah, he thought so many things and Jimin shattered them with one single word.

———

Jeon Jeongguk asked him out.

Jeon Jeongguk asked him out.

And he just said no.

There's no turning back. Goodbye world, Park Jimin is officially dead.

Jimin gulps and shuffles with his feet, horrified by his own actions. He was never good at handling stressful situations but this is a whole new level. He ’s chewing on his lips for a while, muscles stiff with fear but when there is no response from Jeongguk, he looks up warily. To his utter surprise, instead of murderous or mad, he finds the younger boy’s expression astonished and dissapointed and slightly… sad? Jimin’s jaw drops. This entire scene is uncharacteristic from the 'rough and rude Jeon Jeongguk' he's heard of earlier.

”No?” Jeongguk speaks, his shoulders are slumped and hands are trembling, and he actually sounds wounded. ”But why?”

Why? Jimin shakes his head incredulously. ”A guy like you… What does a guy like you want from a guy like me?”

Jeongguk doesn’t answer but takes a hesitant step forward. Jimin takes a step aback while gesturing vaguely. ”I, uh… L-look, Jeongguk-sshi, I don't think we're, uhm, compatible?”

He liked maths and science and rationality. Reasons and explanations and accuracy. And he can’t find a single logical reason why the Jeon-lone-wolf-troublemaker-Jeongguk asked him, Park Jimin out of all people. It doesn’t make any sense, it’s just odd and fishy. Unbelievable.

”Compatible?” Jeongguk echoes while coming closer. His voice is scraggy and Jimin’s stomach does that weird butterfly-thingy again but he tries to completely avoid it.

”Y-yeah… Like, we don't really match. I m-mean… Just look at me, and then yourself, and, uh, your lifestyle is—”

”Yes, Park Jimin, I’m looking at you and I highly enjoy what I see. I don’t get what the problem is?” Jeongguk sounds resentful while walking towards the older boy.

Jimin flinches and his back hits the fence. Oh god, he just made Jeongguk angry. Oh god, he still doesn’t understand what on earth is happening here but Jeongguk is definitely ready to kill him now and Jimin’s going to die—
Jimin snaps his eyes shut, waiting for a punch or kick or something violent. But none of these happens, instead a warm hand cups his face and Jimin opens his eyes just to find Jeongguk’s dark chocolate orbs gazing into the depth of his very soul. And. He’s. Too close.

Jimin wants to faint.

”You are even prettier up close,” Jeongguk mumbles in awe, eyes never leaving the other’s, and his thumb draws ticklish soft circles on Jimin’s chubby cheek. (Lord, Jeon Jeongguk’s hands are huge, and his fingers are so slender and long and gentle and—)

Their height difference is painfully obvious as Jeongguk overshadows the older boy’s small stature.

“Please… Give me a chance, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers against Jimin’s lips, his breath is hot on the sensitive skin. Jimin’s heart hammers in his throat as something unbearably boiling starts pooling low in his stomach.

”I— B-but we don’t even know each other, w-what the heck,” Jimin stutters, because even though he won tons of science and maths competitions, he just can’t wrap his head around the simple fact that Jeon Jeongguk is interested in him.

Jeongguk is internally squealing. 'Heck.' Jimin is seriously too fucking cute. This amount of sweetness should be illegal because it’s bad for Jeongguk’s health. He can’t hold back himself anymore, his arms instinctively reach out to embrace the other boy, so he wraps them around Jimin’s waist and pulls him closer, and oh yes, Park Jimin is as fluffy and huggable as he looks.
And boy, did Jimin smell amazing. His scent of fresh apples and cinnamon is overwhelming and intoxicating, and Jeongguk barely can think straight anymore.

”That’s the point of dating, hyung. Getting to know each other better,” he murmurs and finally, finally presses his lips against Jimin’s plush ones. Honestly, he has no idea where all this courage and confidence come from because he’s not experienced at the romance-area at all, but something about Jimin drives him crazy and makes him do reckless things. Well, even more reckless things than usually.

Jimin’s lips feel like pillowy cotton candies, soft and sweet, and taste like peppermint chewing gum and heaven. A shudder racks Jimin’s small frame at the unexpected contact but his body immediately melts into Jeongguk’s touch, and his mouth starts moving, hot and pliant. The kiss is a little awkward and clumsy at first, their noses bump and their teeth clash, and Jeongguk wracks his brain to remember something useful (for example all the kissing scenes from the Iron Man series) when Jimin suddenly licks into his mouth.

Oh man holy shit, Jeongguk thinks he just died inside.

His heart leaps irregularly and he enthusiastically licks back, sucks on and digs his teeth into the smooth flesh of Jimin’s bottom lip, and it’s almost scary how naturally all this comes. He can feel the heat radiating from Jimin, he can feel their tongues molding together and his insides are burning. Every sense of his fills up with Jimin, Jimin, Jimin; his grip around the boy’s waist tightens and he tangles his fingers in those silky orange locks. After a particularly hard bite, a high-pitched mewl leaves Jimin’s mouth and Jeongguk feels his blood rushing south.

It’s the lack of oxygen what finally makes them seperate, Jimin’s pressed against the younger’s firm chest and his tiny, oh-so-freaking-tiny fingers grip Jeongguk’s leather jacket tightly because without that, his knees would give up.

”Did you like it, hyung?” Jeongguk’s panting and the urge to bury his face into the crook of Jimin’s neck is really tempting.

Jimin is completely out of breath, too, and can’t say a word, but his darkened eyes and blown pupils tell Jeongguk that yes, Jimin definitely liked it as much as he did.

”Y-your tongue-piercing,” Jimin gasps after a while, shivering with pleasure.

”What’s with it?” Jeongguk allows himself a smug smirk.

Jimin spits out some mumbo jumbo about sensitive tongues and overstimulated synapses blazing in his brain, but honestly, Jeongguk wouldn’t understand this biology crap even if he cared.

”What?” He asks blankly and his heart skips a beat when Jimin smiles at him widely.

Sweet heavens, the sun is shining. The world is wonderful. Park Jimin’s smile could cure cancer.

”I just s-said that it was… Uhm, good. The k-kiss. Like, hella goo—”

Jeongguk doesn’t answer or wait for more explanation, just closes the distance between them again.

”W-wait,” Jimin stops him this time, his cheeks are bright pink.

”What?” Jeongguk barks, hunger clearly written all over his face. He doesn’t want to stop, not for a single moment, but Jimin slightly pushes him away and peers at him from under his large rectangular glasses which are perching halfway down his cute button nose. (So that was that poking feeling while they were kissing… Jeongguk mentally takes a note for next time: remove the glasses!)

Jimin seems flustered, his beautiful, honey brown eyes are sheepish. ”Look, I sincerely don’t think we can make this work, Jeongguk-sshi.” Jimin’s voice is barely above a whisper and now he’s looking at his shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the universe.

”Hyung, what makes you think that?” Jeongguk can’t believe this is happening. Just can’t. He refuses to believe it. ”We just kissed a few seconds ago, and you said that, I quote, ’It was fucking good’!”

”I said ’hella’,” Jimin corrects him and Jeongguk shrugs. ”A-and, uh, yes, I really enjoyed the kiss, but…” He inhales sharply. ”But I—”

The bell starts ringing, obnoxious and loud. The imaginary bubble around them disappears and suddenly Jimin realizes where they are and what they are doing.

“T-the bell!” He sputters and tries to escape from Jeongguk’s arms. “I–I’m sorry, Jeongguk-sshi b-but, uh, lunch break is over and class—”

“So? Who cares?” Jeongguk nuzzles his nose into Jimin’s hair. God, it smells marvelous!

“M-me! I care about lessons. And I think that you should too. Anyway, I-I’m going now!” Jimin fidgets but the younger’s grip is strong.

So Jimin just said no – again.
Jeongguk hates rejection but somehow in this case – because it’s obvious now that Jimin’s attracted to him as well – it’s more like a challenge. And Jeongguk loves challenges, he loves to win them. The adrenaline’s pumping even faster in his veins as he caresses the short orange curls at Jimin’s nape.

“I don’t give up easily, Jimin-hyung,” he mutters and the older boy’s eyes widen at his words. “And sooner or later, I always get what I want.” (That’s not true, but looking confident is the most important, isn’t it?)

“Yah! D-don’t treat me like some freaking object or something, Jeon Jeongguk! Also, you are younger than me! Don’t boss me around and let me finally go!” Jimin slaps Jeongguk’s hand away and glares at him, but his entire body is ready to flee.

The younger wants to snicker because Jimin is as intimidating as a puppy.

The bell rings again, signing that the lessons started.

”Tomorrow, at lunch break, here,” Jeongguk repeats his own words from earlier. ”Please come.”

Jimin fixes his eyes on the tips of his shoes. “Maybe,” he says, voice barely audible, then turns on his heels and runs hurriedly towards the stairs.

Jeongguk’s eyes feast on Jimin’s disappearing form, admiring the way he drowns in his cobalt blue hoodie and how his small, chubby fingers barely poke out from the hoodie’s sleeves. He notices that there’s a tinge of red on the tip of Jimin’s ears.
So Park Jimin just decided to play hard-to-get now. A goofy, bright smile appears on Jeongguk’s lips, his heart thunders and he thinks that maybe he is seriously in love.

————

”He asked you out?!”

”Yeah.”

”And you said no.”

”Yeah…”

”But why?!”

”Because I imagined us, together… And it was nice, really, better than nice but—”

”But?”

”It wouldn’t work, Tae.”

”Why not? I don’t understand you.”

”Me neither, to be honest.”

”What? Aish, seriously… You are an idiot!”

”…We kissed. And tomorrow we are going to meet again at lunch break.”

”That’s great! And— Wait, what?!”

Chapter Text

Next day Park Jimin didn’t come at lunch break.

From the minute the break starts, Jeongguk’s leaning on the fence lazily with folded arms like a cool guy does, waiting for Jimin to show up, but after twenty minutes, he sits down and accepts the fact that Jimin was serious when said ’maybe’.

But what if he’s just late? What if he’s got distracted? Or just forgot their ’date’?

Jeongguk sighs bitterly and starts another game on his phone.

What if Jimin actually doesn’t want to meet Jeongguk anymore? What if he’s straight? Did Jeongguk ruin everything yesterday with that kiss? Nah, Jimin kissed him back, it’s obvious that Jeongguk’s feelings are not one-sided.

Jeongguk can’t concentrate on the game, his tongue is as dry as a sponge and has a caustic taste on it. He puts the phone into his pocket then bends his knees and hugs them to his chest. At the memory of last day’s kiss warmth spreads across his body, and pictures come into his mind. The way Jimin’s long eyelashes fluttered shut, the way rosy blush bloomed on those angelic cheeks when their faces were only inches away. The way his stomach jumped in his throat when Jimin sucked on his tongue, the way the older boy’s cinnamon scent lingered on Jeongguk’s leather jacket the whole afternoon. The way white hot pleasure sparkled up and down the length of his spine when his arms embraced Jimin’s thin body, Jimin was kissing him while standing on his tippy toes, and his nimble, chubby fingertips were dancing on Jeongguk’s jawline.

Jeongguk can’t sleep for days and the reason is always Park Jimin.

Jimin, who is adorable and tiny and his tanned skin shines like bronze. Jimin, who tastes like stardust and marshmallows and happiness.

Jimin, who just didn’t come today.

There’s an acidic sour feeling in Jeongguk’s throat when the bell finally rings and he’s still alone on the rooftop. His stomach sinks with disappointment while he’s walking towards his locker to take his books. He’s loth to stay at school, even the mere thought of studying makes him nauseous. He wants nothing but to go home, crawl into his bed, cocoon himself into puffy blankets and marathon the Avengers and the Iron Man series (probably the thousandth time). (And maybe cry a little over his miserable love life but shhhh you didn’t hear that from him.)

Jeongguk’s so immersed in his self-pity that he only notices the small piece of paper tucked in between his locker’s wall and door when it’s already floating to the ground. The paper is red and folded nicely, and a sole butterfly starting to flap in his stomach at the thought that it’s maybe from Jimin. He opens it and reads the neat, loopy handwriting with drumming heart and widening smile.

’I’m so sorry, Jeongguk-sshi but Mr. Jung wants to discuss with me a thing or two about my upcoming maths tournament today at lunch break. :C That’s why I can’t go and meet you, please don’t be mad. Maybe next time? （＾◡＾） – PJM’

Jeongguk’s thumb brushes over the last three letters and the emoji. Even in writing, Jimin is frustratingly adorable. Also, ’next time’?

Next time.

When he takes his books out the locker and heads towards his classroom, the red paper carefully folded in his pocket, Jeongguk’s steps are energetic and springy, and his face is literally glowing.

The weekend is calm and peaceful (and way too short, as always) for Kim Seokjin.

When the school counselor steps into his tiny office on Monday, eyes half-lidded and hazy with sleepiness, body completely coffee-deprived and too heavy, the first thing what welcomes him is a neon pink envelope on his table.

Seokjin’s cheeks flush red and his weariness immediately flies away. Maybe this is from Namjoon? A gift? That would be really sweet!
He opens the envelope slowly and clumsily because his hands are shaking with excitement and anticipation. Namjoon is so busy these days (cons of being the school’s principal), they had barely time to go on dates (and to shamelessly flirt at the school canteen) for months. Months!

A piece of paper and some money slips out the envelope and Seokjin’s suspicion grows. What the—?

’Thank you for earlier, Mr. Kim. – Jeongguk’ is written on the paper with messy handwriting what Seokjin can recognize easily even without the signature. He counts the money and then smiles brightly, it’s the price of two cans of cat food.

”He’s such a good kid, after all,” he croons affectionately and grabs his wallet. Then he sits down and starts to deal with the paperwork as usual when suddenly the door of his office flings open and a hollering Min Yoongi storms in.

"I know it was fucking Jeon Jeongguk! I know it was him!" Mr. Min is fuming, his chest rises and falls with startling speed, and his face is as red as a tomato.

"Mr. Min, please watch your language!" Seokjin scolds him with knitted eyebrows. ”You are at school.”

"I'll watch my language when you'll start doing your job properly, Kim Seokjin! If Kim Namjoon were not batshit biased and drooling over you, I bet he'd fire a shitty counselor like you right now!"

As a literature teacher, Min Yoongi is pretty creative when it comes to swearing.

"Excuse me?!" Seokjin lifts his eyebrows and is ready to throw his raging colleague out the office but Yoongi is not done yet.

"It's your job to look after Jeon fucking Jeongguk and you do it very fucking poorly! That goddamn brat painted a graffiti on the school building's front wall! I know it was him, I can recognize his writing style anywhere! That little fucker painted a big-ass red heart with the letters 'PJM' written in it! How will we clean that?! And what does 'PJM' even mean?!"

"Aww, I think it simply means that our Jeonggukie is in love," Seokjin coos, and thanks to this unexpected turn of events, he even forgets to be mad because of Mr. Min's rudeness.

”What?! Love?” Mr. Min freezes. ”Christ, no.”

Everyone’s still talking about the graffiti.

Someone’s took a photo of it before it got washed, and the picture went viral. Everyone in the school speculates about the graffiti and rants about how cute the gesture is. Those who are the most sharp-eyed and watchful in the school are already assuming who painted it and what ‘PJM’ means, and they are whispering and pointing fingers at Jimin when he walks towards his locker or wants to eat at the canteen.
Jimin feels as his face flares up every time and, completely distressed, he bites the inside of his cheek at the unwanted attention. He just wishes that he could be buried six feet underground and never show up in front of the other students. Seriously, it’s been four days since the graffiti appeared on the school building’s front wall. Can’t they just find some other thing to chew on?

Jimin couldn’t meet or talk with Jeongguk the whole week because Mr. Jung, Jimin’s mathematics teacher was obsessed with Jimin’s upcoming tournament and wanted to practice at every single free minute – including lunch breaks.

Today is already Thursday and Jimin has a history and a chemistry test. The boy steps to his locker to take his texbook out and scroll through the most important pages again when he finds a tiny lilac piece of paper and a pink freesia tucked into the slit of the locker’s door.

His lips immediately curl into a wide smile. On Monday it was an olive paper with a red, thornless rose. On Tuesday a yellow paper with a pink freesia. On Wednesday a baby blue paper with peony. And now, another pink freesia, Jimin’s favorite flower.

He smoothes the paper and a cackle wants to burst out him because damn, Jeon Jeongguk is adorable.

’Today you look as flawless and radiant as always, hyung. Good luck with your history and chemistry tests! ♥’

There’s a bouncy, flickering feeling in Jimin’s chest and he can’t pretend anymore that Jeongguk’s attempts to win his heart are not affecting him in some type of way. He spent entire nights trying to figure out what exactly he feels for the younger boy, recalling the memories of their kiss and how carefree and blissful Jeongguk looked when he smiled at him after it.

Jimin collects every colorful paper he got from Jeongguk in a small box. He enjoys to open it every hour after arriving home, and read the little notes again and again.

’Good luck with your physics quiz, hyung! I know you’ll rock. :)’

’Park Jimin you are so sweet you give me cavities and I don’t mind it at all. But what I would mind even lesser is if you gave me you heart as well.’

’If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber.’

Jimin shakes his head with a ghost of a smile on his lips. Greasy pick-up lines and handwritten love notes – who would’ve thought that Jeon Jeongguk is actually quite the romantic type?
Jeongguk’s letters are a bit messy but legible and characteristic. Jimin likes the way his name looks like written by him.

“Good luck today, hyung,” said Jeon Jeongguk’s coy voice comes from behind his back and Jimin turns around to face him. His heart stops for a moment and then picks up speed when he sees that a shy smile graces Jeongguk’s lips and the corners of his round doe-eyes are crinkling. Jimin smiles back sincerely, his eyes curve into small crescents.

”Erhm,” out of the blue a low voice coughs next to Jimin. ”It’s really cuuute how you are ogling at each other but we have to go, Chim,” Taehyung grins. ”We have two really difficult tests today!”

”Y-yeah,” Jimin replies, but his gaze never leaves Jeongguk’s. ”Thank you for wishing me good luck, Jeongguk-sshi,” he mumbles, face heating up at the younger boy’s intense stare.

Jeongguk just nods and smiles even wider, flashing his bunny teeth.

”You are so whipped, aren’t you?” Taehyung nudges Jimin’s arm with his elbow.

”Nope. No way,” Jimin grits his teeth, turns away and power-walks towards his classroom, tiny hands ball into fists. He feels like his head is spinning round and round, and his chest is rumbling with the desperate need of cuddling with a certain tall (so goddamn tall) and ebony haired someone. He groans nervously and annoyed, he should focus on his history test, not dark chocolate orbs and a chiselled jawline!

The knowing arch of Taehyung’s eyebrows and smirk also don’t help at all.

”You know, you look cute together. Jeongguk and you, I mean. You two would look cute together,” Taehyung corrects himself with a slight grimace. "You would be basically the 'thigh goals couple' of the school. I ship it!"

”Maybe we would look cute together but that doesn’t mean that we would work,” Jimin grumbles.

”Aish, come on, Jiminie! He’s writing mini love letters to you for days and you love it! I know you do.”

”I do,” Jimin admits quietly and his ears are flaming. He can’t help the gleeful smile what stretches across his face. ”But I have no idea from who he knows when I have tests, though… It’s a little bit creepy. Is he stalking me?”

Taehyung's face-palming. ”Chim, please use that amazing brain of yours.”

After a few seconds of silence, Jimin looks at Taehyung unsurely. ”You just didn’t.”

”Yes I did,” Taehyung singsongs and jerks away from Jimin’s slap directed at his butt. ”He sent me a message on Facebook! What was I supposed to do?”

”Oh my gosh, show me, Tae. The entire conversation, I wanna see,” Jimin flails his arms fiercely.

Taehyung teasingly giggles, ”Woah, someone’s eager,” but Jimin’s glare stops him. ”Okay, okay, there you go.”

———

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:26 PM]
hi
can you tell me when Jimin hyung has tests and stuff next week?

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:32 PM]
please

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:34 PM]
:)

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:34 PM]
HELLO JEON JEONGGUKIE :D
why r u askin?

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:35 PM]
not ur business

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:36 PM]
lol what do u want from my chimchim?
i dont give out private infos abt my bff to creepy dudes

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:36 PM]
IM NOT CREEPY

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:37 PM]
Jimin hyung thinks im creepy?

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:40 PM]
just wanna wish him good luck with his tests tho

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:40 PM]
OMG REALLY?? :3

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:42 PM]
he has a physics quiz on monday and two tests on thursday (history & chem)
and a maths tournament on friday

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:43 PM]
minie thinks u r hot stuff btw
hes just confused a lil bit so be patient w/ him ;)

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:45 PM]
thank you!!

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:45 PM]
awww u r head over heels in love ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:45 PM]
✓ Seen Fri 4:45 PM

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:47 PM]
lol r u shy??

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:48 PM]
am not

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:48 PM]
yess u r (≧▽≦) SO CUTE

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:48 PM]
AM NOT
i’ll beat ya up

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:49 PM]
PFFFFT SURE
c’mon jeonggukie i know abt ur kumamon undies

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:50 PM]
???? idk what r u talkin abt

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:51 PM]
yes okay okay i get it. u r vengeance u r the night, not cute or shy at all

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:52 PM]
r u a DC fan

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:53 PM]
NOPE
MARVEL FOREVER
i know u r marvel fan too (i saw ur iron man socks) :D

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:55 PM]
who’s ur fave superhero?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:55 PM]
cap all the way

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:55 PM]
Iron Man is better

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:56 PM]
nuh-uh cap is the best

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:56 PM]
Iron Man

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:56 PM]
cap

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:57 PM]
civil war?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 4:58 PM]
saw it :D still cap

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:58 PM]
IRON MAN

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 4:59 PM]
who’s Jimin hyung’s fave?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 5:00 PM]
:D

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 5:00 PM]
tell me

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 5:01 PM]
not cap nor iron man

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 5:02 PM]
???

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 5:03 PM]
:D

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 7 5:03 PM]
TELL ME

Kim TaeTae [Mar 7 5:03 PM]
LOL ask him yourself ~ <3

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:22 PM]
woah much romantic very smooth (≧∇≦)
so thats how u meant ’wish him good luck’
nice (Y)

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:43 PM]
his favorite flower isnt rose btw
its freesia (preferably pink) :3

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:44 PM]
thanks man!!!

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:45 PM]
youre welcome my cuuuuuute dongsaeng lolol

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:45 PM]
im not cute
i am fire i am death ok

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:47 PM]
:D smaug? i like u kid u r fun
i accept u and approve it

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:47 PM]
approve what?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:49 PM]
silly i meant tht u got my permission and blessing to marry chimchim

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:49 PM]
thanks…?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:50 PM]
;)
btw he cant stop rambling abt u i think hes in luv kekeke

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:53 PM]
jeonggukie?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:54 PM]
u ok??

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:54 PM]
u didnt faint did u?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:55 PM]
or u r hyperventilating???? OH MY GOD PLEASE ANSWER ME

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:56 PM]
im fnie
im usjt

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:57 PM]
*just
happy

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:57 PM]
i mean
omg forget it ok

Kim TaeTae [Mar 10 3:58 PM]
awwwww such an adorable lil shit u r ^^

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 10 3:58 PM]
✓ Seen Mo 3:58 PM

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:26 AM]
whats Jimin hyung’s fave song?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:27 AM]
taeyang eyes nose lips

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:28 AM]
thx
he likes Big Bang?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:28 AM]
yup we r hardcore fanboys of bigbang

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:29 AM]
btw those lil notes u wrote to chim

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:30 AM]
whats w/ them?

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:31 AM]
those pick-up lines…
where r they from?

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:31 AM]
✓ Seen Thu 11:31 AM

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:33 AM]
they r from google right

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:33 AM]
✓ Seen Thu 11:33 AM

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:35 AM]
they r horrible lol

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:36 AM]
but dont ya worry minie likes them :3
he likes them a lot ~

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:36 AM]
:)

Kim TaeTae [Mar 13 11:37 AM]
im sure u r blushing rn <33

Jeon Jeongguk [Mar 13 11:37 AM]
✓ Seen Thu 11:37 AM

———

”Holy crap,” Jimin mumbles after reading the whole conversation while clinging to Taehyung tightly. ”I think I’m in love.”

Taehyung pets his head fondly and chuckles, ”Didn’t I say that I have awesome intuitions?”

It’s Friday, the day of Jimin’s mathematics tournament.

The minute Jimin steps into the school building in the morning, two people rushes to him, yelling excitedly. One of them is Mr. Jung Hoseok while the another is Taehyung, so Jimin decides quickly and turns to the teacher first.

Mr. Jung’s blabbing about the maths tournament and reminds Jimin for the nth time this week that they’re going to leave at lunch break. He looks more wrought-up than Jimin himself, his long features are shaking flurried while he rants about how he believes in Jimin’s skills and talent. Jimin smiles at his beloved teacher’s compliments and encouragement, but in reality, Mr. Jung’s trust and expectations make him nervous. He was never good at handling stressful situations, after all.

After Mr. Jung finally goes away, muttering arithmetic formulas under his breath, Taehyung immediately flies at Jimin.

”Jiminie! Did you see him?! Did you?!” He shouts into his best friend’s ear while jumping up and down.

”See who?” Jimin’s playing dumb.

”Aish, silly goose! Jeon Jeongguk, of course!”

”Nope, why?” Jimin grins and the butterflies wake up in his stomach at the name.

”He came to school with black-eye this morning, it looks hella painful!” Jimin frowns at this. ”You should go and nurse him, ChimChim,” Taehyung winks at his friend and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

”Uh, no?” Jimin asks while folding his arms.

”Awww, why are you so distant?” Taehyung slaps his arm playfully. ”Don’t you hear that the school radio plays ’Eyes, Nose, Lips’? It’s just for you! The host said, I quote: ’Anonymous requested Eyes, Nose, Lips by Taeyang for that guy who has a maths tournament today. Good luck!’. Jeonggukie is really persistent and attentive, isn’t he?”

Jimin just shrugs. ”As you said, I have a maths tournament today and I don’t want anything to distract my attention. Not even stupid Jeon Jeongguk.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. ”Honestly, I don’t even understand why he’s so smitten with you.”

This earns him a slap on his chest and a shy giggle from Jimin.

”Shut up.”

————

At lunch break, the first thing what catches Jeongguk’s attention on his way to the canteen is a bright orange mop of hair at the hallway. Jimin, wearing white button-up shirt and black jeans, is standing next to a clearly stressed-out Mr. Jung and they both look like they are on the verge of tears. Jeongguk’s stomach tightens and he walks closer.

”Hey, hyung. What happened?” He asks Taehyung who’s standing nearby and nibbling on his lips.

”Jiminie and Mr. Jung was supposed to leave at lunch break to go to that maths tournament,” Taehyung informs the younger. ”But a giant car accident happened and there are traffic jams everywhere in the city, even the public transportation is problematic. The guy, Mr. Jung’s friend, who was supposed to take them to the tournament with car will not get here in time, so Mr. Jung’s panicking and Minie’s about to cry. This tournament is really important to both of them...” Taehyung’s eyeing his best friend sympathetically.

”Where that tournament’s going to be held?”

”Uh, next to the old hospital. So basically on the other side of the city,” Taehyung grunts.

”I can take him,” Jeongguk speaks suddenly, surprising even himself. ”I have a motorcycle, it’s easy to maneuver between the cars with it.”

Taehyung’s staring at him with wide eyes. ”You’re a hero!” He exclaims enthusiastically. “Mr. Jung, Jiminie, there’s the solution: Jeonggukie will save the day!”

After expounding the new plan, Mr. Jung immediately starts shaking his head with furrowed brows. ”No. It’s really nice, Jeongguk-ah, but it’s too dangerous. I can’t allow that.”

But the teacher didn’t even finish the sentence when Jeongguk’s already folding his fingers around Jimin’s wrist and drags the older boy towards the school gate and then the parking lot.

”There,” he gives Jimin a second helmet, and then wiggles out of his leather jacket and puts it on Jimin’s shoulders. ”Hop on,” he points at his motorcycle and smiles sheepishly. ”Don’t worry, hyung, I’m a safe driver.”

Jimin smiles back with stuttering heart and sits behind Jeongguk, because who is he to deny those penetrating, beautifully dark eyes? (Even if there’s an ugly, dark purple bruise around one of those eyes.)
He wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s waist, and oh, hello six-pack. Jimin’s face flushes as he feels Jeongguk’s abdomen muscles move with every breath under his touch, and quickly scolds his mind to think about something bad instead, for example that this body is the result of that Jeongguk’s more enthusiastic when it comes to working out at the gym than going to school. And this is bad. This is really wrong. Even if that abs is rock hard and firm and toned and—

Damn it. Jimin suddenly has doubts that he will survive this journey – and it has nothing to do with Jeongguk being a safe driver or not.
He hears the roar of the motorcycle’s engine and the vehicle comes alive. Mr. Jung appears at the parking lot but he can’t do anything but helplessly watch as Jeongguk drives away with his most precious student.

The journey is better than Jimin expected. The world around him is blurring into a mass of flashing silhouettes and beacon lights of red and green and yellow; the only solid thing is Jeongguk’s body in his arms, the helmet’s pressing against his glasses and the buzzing motorcycle beneath them. Jeongguk’s breathing is steady and calming under Jimin’s palms and his scent is a mixture of strawberry body wash, leather, sweat and musky deodorant or cologne. It makes Jimin lightheaded, and his thoughts are revolving around many, many things but none of them is the tournament.

———

They make it in time, five minutes before the start of the tournament. Jimin jumps off the motorcycle and takes off the leather jacket (although the urge to grab the jacket’s collar and inhale Jeongguk’s scent is very tempting).

”Thank you so much, Jeongguk-sshi!” He bows towards the younger boy gratefully.

Jeongguk doesn’t answer just grabs Jimin’s waist and pulls him closer. Before he could move or react, Jeongguk’s lips are on his, and his fingers are in his orange hair. The kiss is hot and wet, and way too short.

”Good luck, Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk smiles at him and Jimin’s knees become weak.

”Stupid idiot,” he pants and pushes the younger away, but his eyes are smiling tenderly. ”How could I concentrate on mathematics after this?”

A low chuckle escapes from Jeongguk’s mouth and Jimin wants to hear that sound more. Much, much more.

———

A hour later, when Jimin steps out the building, he finds Jeongguk still there, leaning against his motorcycle and playing some game on his phone. Next to him there are Mr. Jung, rocking on the balls of his feet, and another young, tall man (probably Mr. Jung’s friend).

”How was it?” Mr. Jung Hoseok asks immediately and Jeongguk looks up too.

”Piece of cake!” Jimin giggles, relieved, and Mr. Jung laughs with him.

”That’s my little genius,” the teacher pats Jimin’s shoulder proudly. ”I’m sorry for not being here to support you but that traffic jam was really no joke! Anyway, the result will be revealed on Monday, and I’ll tell you it as soon as possible, Jimin-ah.”

”Thank you, Mr. Jung,” Jimin bows.

”No problem, Jiminie-ah, that’s my job,” Mr. Jung smiles. ”This man here is my friend, Shin Donghyuk,” he introduces the engaging man who’s standing on his side. ”Donghyuk-sshi drove me here and now we will take you home with his car, okay?”

”Ah, uhm,” Jimin stutters, suddenly flustered but before he could spit out a whole, intelligent sentence, Jeongguk’s arm circles around his shoulder possessively.

”I’ll take him home,” Jeongguk states imperatively. Mr. Jung flinches, surprised, as if he had forgotten the presence of the boy, his gaze lingers on Jeongguk’s bruises.

”Uh, okay? Jimin-ah, is it fine with you?”

Jimin swallows thickly and nods.

”Th-that’s not… Uhm, Jeongguk-sshi, you’re going to the wrong direction,” Jimin warns the other but the wind’s whistling around them and the cars are loud, too. Jeongguk probably didn’t hear his weak voice and Jimin’s too embarrassed to shout again.

The speed and the confluent scenery makes him dizzy so he closes his eyes and rests his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder. He has no idea where they’re going but somehow he’s not afraid. Trust and affection warms him inside like molten lava, and when Jeongguk finally stops, he’s not surprised about the fact that they are at the lookout tower built on the hill next to the city.

”Why are we here?” He turns to the younger boy curiously. ”If I remember correctly, I didn’t say yes to a date,” he tries to joke but Jeongguk’s face falls.

”I just... Just wanted to show you,” Jeongguk points to the city beneath them. ”Always found this view breathtaking and, uh, yeah,” he finishes lamely, eyes fixed on the ground.

He looks like a kicked puppy, nothing devil-ish at all, Jimin thinks, and steps closer to the other.

”I was just joking, Jeongguk-sshi,” he bumps his shoulder against the younger’s. ”I like this place, actually.”

Jeongguk’s face lights up at this. ”It’s my haven,” he mumbles on a small voice, as if he were telling a secret. Maybe it is a secret, Jimin muses, and he feels strangely honored at this thought.

”I always come here to draw and paint,” Jeongguk continues and there’s a nostalgic glint in his deep gaze. Jimin can’t take his eyes off of him.

”Draw and paint? You like to draw?”

”Yes,” Jeongguk says and there’s passion bubbling in his tone. ”I practice drawing whenever I can. I can’t do it home, my parents—” he trails off and pauses.

”They don’t support your dreams? They don’t want you to be an artist?” Jimin steps even closer and cocks his head to the side.

”They usually don’t really care about me,” Jeongguk says with a sarcastic smile. ”Perks of being the younger brother of a ’perfect child’. But when it comes to my studies, they are highly against the idea of me becoming an artist, yeah. They want me to study accountancy, just like my brother, even though I’m horrible at maths and hate it.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say, how to comfort the younger (especially because he never had any problems with maths nor other lessons), so he just pats his shoulder clumsily, murmuring a soft ”I’m sorry, Jeongguk-sshi,” and then quickly tries to change the subject.

”Woah, look! The city lights are already on and all the contours are blurred. It’s beautiful!”

”It really is,” Jeongguk’s eyes are still glued to Jimin’s face. ”But it’s still nothing, compared to you, hyung,” he adds.

Oh shit.

Even though it’s true, this comment was horribly cheesy. Jeongguk cringes.

Jimin cringes.

Oh shit.

”I— I-I mean, forget it, okay? I said nothing, nothing at all.”

”…What?”

”What?”

They’re staring at each other with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and Jimin’s mouth is suspiciously trembling. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jimin suddenly bursts out laughing, eyes closed and body shaking with tinkling, bubbly laughter, and it sounds so nice and amazing, Jeongguk forgets to feel offended.

”Oh my god,” Jimin wipes away a tear, still smiling brightly, eyes turn into crescents. ”Are you serious?”

”Yeah,” Jeongguk exhales weakly and can’t hold back himself anymore as he steps closer, hand cupping the older boy’s chin and gently removing his glasses. Jimin shudders under his touch.

”Wait, you… Y-you really think I’m beautiful?”

Yes. And I want to kiss you silly right now.

”I do,” Jeongguk whispers, and Jimin never felt this naked before. It’s like he’s being undressed to the core just with Jeongguk’s gaze, heat washing over his entire body in waves.

Jeongguk’s Adam’s apple is bobbing and his hot breath is fanning over Jimin’s mouth for an excruciating moment before his lips finally meet with the other’s. They are nipping on each other’s lips, puffs of warm air hover between their faces and Jimin doesn’t even realize that his fingers are tracing up and down Jeongguk’s back.

Jimin breaks the kiss after what felt like an eternity but still not enough. ”Shit,” he comes to his senses when a car is honking loudly in the distance. ”Uh, I… I should go. Y-yeah, I definitely have to go home no—”

”I want you to stay, Jiminie-hyung,” Jeongguk’s grip around his waist doesn’t loosen at all, and he peppers butterfly-kisses on Jimin’s cheeks and nose. ”Please?”

”N-no… Look, I-I, uhm, I don’t think we should continue this,” Jimin pushes the younger away and gestures between himself and Jeongguk.

”But I want to,” Jeongguk mumbles, heart beating painfully hard, the blood humming in his ears.

”We are so different, too different, living in two separate worlds… A-and what would the others say? What would our parents say? I’m a boy, older than you, and besides that, I’m not interesting at all… Yes, I’m actually pretty boring and—”

”We are not as different as you think, hyung. And I don’t give a shit about what the others or our parents would say,” Jeongguk mutters and his throat feels too dry. ”Also, I highly doubt that you are boring. Who’s your favorite superhero?”

”U-uh… Hulk?” The sudden change of topic catches Jimin off-guard.

”Favorite color?”

”B-blue?” Jimin has no idea what’s going on but Jeongguk’s palm is hot against his skin and his chocolate brown eyes are tender.

”Favorite subject in school?”

”Maths.”

”Animal?”

”Cat, I guess?”

”Coffee or tea?”

”Tea.”

”Favorite Big Bang member?”

”Taeyang.”

”Fave hobby?”

”Uhm, well, I like to dance,” Jimin admits shyly.

”See?” Jeongguk’s grin grew wider and wider with every answer. ”I could spend hours and hours arguing with you about why Iron Man is cooler than Hulk, why red is better than blue, why maths is the worst thing what humanity has ever invented, why coffee is life, and why G-Dragon is the sexiest man alive instead of Taeyang.” Jeongguk’s bunny smile becomes even brighter when Jimin pouts at his words. ”And also I could spend hours and hours chatting with you about how adorable cats are or why SHINee’s new choreography is the best since their debut.”

”Over and above, I’m dying to know why you decided to dye your hair orange – it looks stunning on you by the way, I just wanna know why this color. I wanna know why you got detention with Taehyung on the day we first met. I wanna see you dance, know how you look like when wake up in the morning. I wanna know everything about you, hyung.”

Jeongguk pauses and Jimin notices that his hands are shaking. He buries his face into the younger boy’s shoulder and tries to comprehend what he just heard. Jeongguk caresses his back slowly, waiting patiently but Jimin can hear his nervously galloping heartbeat. There is comfortable silence blanketing them, only the buzz of the city is audible.

”Okay, maybe we could make it work,” Jimin admits after a while, and his heart flip-flops in his chest. ”B-but—”

Jeongguk hates buts. Buts are the sign of unrequited loves and upcoming rejections and broken hearts.

”Yeah, Jiminie-hyung?” He urges with a soft peck on the older boy’s nose. Jimin shivers lightly and his eyelashes flutter.

”But I like my life the way it is now: peaceful and quiet and simple. I don’t want unnecessary attention and trouble,” he looks up at Jeongguk and his warm brown eyes are full of fondness and sorry.

”And you think I am trouble?” Jeongguk’s stomach drops and his head feels heavy. ”You think it’s true what the rumors say?”

”It isn’t?” Jimin bites in his plush bottom lip and Jeongguk can’t lie.

”A few is… But the bigger part is completely false.”

”Which part? The drug dealer one? Or the one about the constant fights?” Jimin’s fingers brush a fading bruise on Jeongguk’s jaw. ”Y'know, I don’t want to worry about you every single day and then nurse your wounds when you finally come home. And I don’t want to be a target as well, because I’m not strong enough to defend myself, and—”

”I would protect you,” Jeongguk promises passionately. ”But in reality, there are no things to protect you from, I swear! Let me show you. The real me.” His tone is desperate, and it almost sounds pleading. ”Tomorrow, after school.”

Jimin inhales deeply. ”Okay.”

”Thank you,” Jeongguk murmurs and slides their lips together again. Jimin gives in and lets his mouth fall open, and the other immediately pushes his tongue into it. Jeongguk changes the angle and deepens the kiss soon, tongues intertwined with each other, then starts pressing feathery pecks on the peachy skin of Jimin’s neck. The older boy unconsciously tilts his head to give Jeongguk more space and is so lost in pleasure that doesn’t even realize when a moan slips out his mouth.

”Or I can show you the real me and some other things tonight, Jimin,” Jeongguk chuckles darkly into the kiss.

“That’s still Jimin-hyung for you, you disrespectful brat,” Jimin pushes the other away a little and pouts, and his pink, pursed lips draw Jeongguk’s attention to them again.

“Okay then, Jimin-hyung,” he grins at him with dazzling eyes, his voice is husky with lust as his gaze is shamelessly travelling on Jimin’s body. Radiating cuteness and purity, begging to be hugged and kissed and marked. Electric sparks are running up and down Jeongguk's spine and he needs all his self-control not to jump on Jimin in the middle of a public place. ”So, what about tonight? I’m free,” he tries again in an over-exaggeratedly seductive voice and Jimin bangs his chest lightly.

“Keep dreaming, you idiot,” Jimin snorts but there’s no bite in his voice and his slanted, kind eyes are shining.

“Where are we going, Jeongguk-ah?”

Jeongguk leads Jimin towards the parking lot where his motorcycle is, but before they reach it, he suddenly turns left and walks alongside the school’s brick wall.

“I’ll show you the real me, Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk smiles at the older boy and Jimin’s heart leaps in his chest happily.

Jeongguk is nervous, because he has dignity, manhood, pride and reputation – and showing this secret side of him could crush these in the blink of an eye. What if Jimin will be disappointed when he finds out how lame and totally uncool Jeongguk in reality is? But then he glances at Jimin’s curious and confused (and cute, so fucking cutecutecute) face and scrunched-up nose, takes a deep breath, and calls the cat.

“Chimchim~ Hey, it’s just me. Don’t be afraid, I brought you food,” he whispers with reddening ears. Just keep your cool, yeah, play it cool. Try to make it look badass.

Jeongguk crouches and takes a can of mackerel flavoured cat food and the can opener from the pocket of his backpack when the cat meows and wriggles out of the bush. Jimin gasps but stays silent. He watches as Jeongguk pets Chimchim and then feeds it.

“Chimchim?” He finally asks, eyebrows shooting upwards. “That’s the name of the cat, really?”

“I heard Taehyung calling you like that and I thought, it’s c-cute,” Jeongguk avoids the other’s gaze and bets that his face looks like a tomato.

“Sure,” Jimin giggles fondly. “It really is cute.”

”Just like you,” Jeongguk says automatically and then his blush darkens. ”Uh-uhm, never mind.”

Jimin grins and shakes his head.

”So that’s the real you? A cat-fanatic?” He studies Jeongguk’s genuinely happy and affectionate expression as the younger boy gently plays with the purring Chimchim. The cat arches into Jeongguk’s hand and nuzzles his nose into his palm while waving its long tail around.

”Yeah… I always was better at interacting with animals than with humans. And I have bruises mostly because there lives a really agressive man next to the old hospital where I feed the… the other twelve cats,” Jeongguk says, hands playing with the hem of his sukajan jacket. ”That dick doesn’t like cats because, I quote, ’there’s catshit and pee everywhere and they stink’. So he actually tries to kill my ca— I mean, kill the cats. We fight and assault each other a lot. Uh, well, I know it sounds dumb but—”

Jimin’s face breaks into a huge smile as he makes a decision. “Jeongguk-ah,” he speaks, interrupting Jeongguk’s embarrassed rambling. “If you would still go on a date with me, then I’m accepting it.”

Jeongguk’s head jerks up in surprise and joy, his whole face brightens up. “W-what? Really?!”

“Yeah,” Jimin beams at him, voice laced with mirth. “But only if I choose the place where we will go.”

“Whatever you want, hyung, I’m fine with it!”

Jimin snickers while bending down and gingerly stroking Chimchim behind its ears. Yes, he might finds Jeon Jeongguk’s annoyingly handsome face and leather jacket and piercings sexy. But he thinks, he is might be a bit more interested in Jeongguk’s cute side.

He assumes, that the recently opened cat café across the street will be a perfect venue for their first real date.

~ Three months later ~

Jimin knows Jeongguk’s behind him. Not because Taehyung’s grin widens, not because his heart starts hammering. He knows it because Mr. Min Yoongi’s standing nearby and his face suddenly flushes into a light angry shade of red.

”Hey,” a hoarse voice murmurs against his earlobe and before Jimin could greet the other too, two warm hands turn him around with ease and shove him against the locker's cold surface. The cup of coffee waggles dangerously in Jimin’s hand as Jeongguk kisses him, soft and sweet.

”Thanks for the coffee,” Jeongguk smiles at him and Jimin’s breath hitches.

”No problem,” he pecks the younger’s cheek and his eyes turn into little crescents. ”Good luck with your maths test!”

”You write a maths test today, Jeonggukie?” Taehyung wonders. ”Good luck then, indeed!”

”Thanks hyung, but I think it’ll be a piece of cake,” Jeongguk nuzzles his nose into Jimin’s ginger hairlocks. ”Jiminie-hyung tutored me maths,” he stares lovingly at the shorter boy, ”and in return I tutored him a little biology,” he adds, winking at Taehyung.

”W-what?! No, it’s not what you thi—” Jimin starts protesting with flaming cheeks but Jeongguk cuts him off with another kiss.

"What did I say about PDA in school, Jeon?!" Mr. Min’s furious voice startles Jimin but Jeongguk isn’t even fazed by it.

”I can kiss my boyfriend whenever and wherever I want,” he smirks cheekily at the approaching teacher, middle finger high, and pushes his tongue into Jimin’s mouth again.

”Jeon Jeongguk, you fucking brat! Detention every single day, for a month!” Mr. Min snarls and oh yes, one of Jeongguk's life goals is complete now because he is sure that Mr. Min Yoongi’s face can’t turn even redder than this.

His boyfriend whimpers against his lips and Jeongguk’s smirk widens.

Detention for a month because of kissing Jimin?

Well, still worth it.

Chapter Text

His phone’s stubbornly ringing for minutes now and Jeongguk grits his teeth while looking at the number and name flashing on the screen. He sighs deeply and finally picks it up with slightly trembling hands.

“Hey, Gukie!” A low, vivid voice greets him.

“Hey, hyung,” Jeongguk says softly and something bittersweet feeling tightens his chest.

His older brother, the perfect, the inimitable, the one and only. The one whom Jeongguk envies and admires at the same time; and who is – unknowingly – the reason almost all of Jeongguk’s problems. And still, he is the one who cares about Jeongguk the most in this family. Even though Jeonghyun is in college, works part-time and has his own independent life now, he calls his younger brother once every two weeks.

“I don’t have much time, Jeonggukie, just wanted to hear your voice,” he rasps into the phone and Jeongguk can hear that his brother's smiling. ”How are you doing?”

I’m doing as well as the invisible gay younger brother of a prodigy can.

“I’m fine,” Jeongguk coughs, the tightness in his chest is suffocating. He lies rigidly on his bed staring at the ceiling. ”And you? Everything goes well with your studies? And with your girlfr— fiancée?”

”Yeah, yeah, I’m doing great! Me and Dawon are happy and I feel like our relationship is stronger than ever!”

Of fucking course. Why would Jeonghyun have a problem with anything in life? Jeongguk immediately feels ashamed because of his malicious thoughts.

”That’s cool,” he forces cheerfulness to his voice. The mixed feelings boiling in his stomach make his brain-to-mouth filter disappear and the next question spills out his lips without thinking. “Hey, hyung, can I ask you something?”

“Of course!” Jeonghyun sounds surprised and glad. Their conversations usually last no more than two minutes.

“I— So, uh, actually, I like someone. Well, pretty fucking much,” Jeongguk begins because he simply can’t stop, the words want to burst out of him. He has no one else to talk about these things.

His brother, after hearing the first sentence, immediately starts whooing and cooing so loudly, he doesn’t even notice the swearword. “Awwww, my little bro’s in love? I can’t believe it, you grew up so fast!”

“So, as I said, uhm, I like him and want to impress him on our first time,” Jeongguk continues nervously, ignoring his brother’s celebrating sounds. This is so freaking awkward but he needs some advice. “I-I mean, actually we are together for a while now, like, uh, for two months and it's amazing and… I wanna do it with him soon,” he says finally out in one breath.

Being a thirsty-as-hell teenager boy (a.k.a a bundle of raging hormones) and having a boyfriend whose face looks like it was carved by angels and his butt looks like it was carved by Eros himself, is quite damn hard sometimes.

”What?” Jeonghyun teasingly asks and Jeongguk knows that there’s a shit-eating grin on his brother’s lips. ”So you're in a relationship for two months already, and you didn't even tell me?! Even though it’s so serious that you wanna bone him?”

Jeonghyun is the only one who was not freaked out when Jeongguk had realized that he’s attracted to males and then naively shared this recognition with his family. He said, it doesn’t matter what gender his partner will be, he just want to see Jeongguk happy.

”Yeah, basically,” Jeongguk mumbles then clears his throat.

”Hmm. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you, Gukie,” Jeonghyun’s tone is mocking but fond at the same time. ”And you wanna impress him? Is he a virgin, too?”

”W-well, I guess? To be honest, we haven’t talked about such things,” Jeongguk stammers, his voice is a bit sulky. Why is it that nowadays it's ’lame’ if a sixteen-year-old boy is still a virgin? Life and society absolutely sucks.

“Hmmm,” Jeonghyun hums thoughtfully over the phone. ”You should start with some make-out sessions, petting and foreplay before doing it for real,” he suggests and Jeongguk’s face flushes red at these words.

”At first, be familiar with each other’s bodies and explore your preferences as well. Try out different things, some handjobs and blowjobs, y’know, and after that, we can talk about ‘doing it’ again,” Jeonghyun continues.

Jeongguk swallows hard and whispers an “Okay, thanks.” His tongue feels bone dry.

A whole minute passes, the line is silent because the brothers are immersed in their own thoughts. Finally, Jeongguk speaks again, shakily, ”B-but what if he’ll be disappointed to find out that I'm completely inexperienced? What if he’ll find me lame and a loser?”

”Aish, don’t stress about this! And neither try to cover up the truth, okay? You should just be yourself and if he’ll find your lack of experience lame then he’s not the one you’re looking for,” Jeonghyun states confidently but when there’s no response from the other end of the phone line, he exhales, exhausted. “Look, the most important thing is to relax, Jeonggukie. You love him, yeah?”

”Yeah,” Jeongguk’s lips curl into a shy smile and his eyes soften when Jimin’s face comes to his mind. He grabs his cat plushie and buries his face in the puffy material.

”And he loves you, too?”

”Yes, I’m pretty sure he does,” Jeongguk’s smile widens and the corners of his eyes are crinkling.

”Then you have nothing to be nervous about, lil’ bro! Everything will come naturally and intuitively if you pay attention to his reactions and body language. I know you want to please him and make him feel better than he’s ever felt, but don’t overthink it. Believe me, sex is the best when you’re not thinking at all.”

”Uh, okay…”

”Also, if you two decide that you’re going to do it, then don’t forget about the condoms and the enormous amounts of lube. Lube’s love, lube’s life!”

”O-kaaaay…”

”And another important thing: never expect that it’ll go like in porn, never ever!” Jeonghyun adds, snorting. ”So yeah, that’s all I can say. The rest is up to you, just show him your true colors, your mouth-watering peacock and stuff, y’know.”

”Hyuuung, oh my god! And Jiminie’s wondering why I’m dirty minded,” Jeongguk groans while his brother’s obnoxiously laughing at his own joke.

”So, Jiminie?” Jeonghyun goes back to the topic after calming down. ”That’s your boyfriend’s name?”

”Yes,” Jeongguk puffs his chest out proudly because of the word ’boyfriend’. ”Park Jimin.”

”Okay, I’m going to check him on Facebook later,” Jeonghyun chuckles. ”And tell me, what kind of person this Park Jimin is? I’m so curious!”

”Uhm, well… Basically a pocket-sized ball of cuteness,” Jeongguk answers immediately, grinning at the image what Jimin would say if he heard this (’Yah! Stop joking with my height, you brat!’).

”Sounds great,” Jeonghyun’s giggle resonates over the crackly line.

“And when he smiles, he looks like the human embodiment of sunshine and his eyes turn into crescents,” Jeongguk says dreamily. ”He’s charming and tiny and fuzzy and really smart. Has big green glasses and orange fluffy hair and chubby cheeks. He’s kind and caring, delicate and warm. His laughter sounds like little bells’ tinkling and he can dance all the girl groups’ choreography flawlessly.”

”Wow!” Jeonghyun whistles, impressed. ”So I think he’s good for you?”

”Perfect,” Jeongguk says affectionately while grinning from ear to ear.

”Mom and Dad don’t know about him, right?” Jeonghyun asks after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“No,” Jeongguk admits and then both of them sigh heavily. ”Hyu—”

Suddenly something crashes on the other end of the line and Jeonghyun hisses angrily. ”I’m sorry, lil’ bro but I have to go now. I’ll call you next week, okay? Good luck with Jiminie, bye~”

The line goes dead before he has a chance to respond or thank for the useful advices. Jeongguk sighs again at the beeping sound and presses the red button.

No, Mom and Dad doesn’t know about Jiminie. But even if I told them about my love life, they wouldn’t care or would be disgusted because—
Because I’m not you.

Chapter Text

Mr. Min Yoongi is usually a quite chill person.

(Sometimes even a little bit too chill, if you ask his students who have to bring the teacher coffee from the coffee machine at every single break because without the magical drink, Mr. Min would fall asleep while standing and speaking in front of the class. However, nobody complains: Mr. Min’s too tired or lazy to calculate the exact amount of money and accidentally always gives a bit more than necessary, so it’s a win-win situation.)

It’s pretty hard to piss Mr. Min off because if some kid tries to pick a fight with him, he doesn’t even have to retort but just use a single look. Apparently, he could make a roaring grizzly bear go silent with his infamous and super effective Death Stare™ but if it happens to be still not enough terrifying for someone fearless and complete idiot to shut up, then Mr. Min starts using his tongue, too, and—

—and it means that that complete idiot is definitely gets roasted.

Because yes, Mr. Min Yoongi is a quite chill person with alabaster skin, thin body and amusingly short stature – oh, and a tongue sharper than the blade of Hwando. He has officially the best comebacks in the History Of Burns and the entire student population of the school knows that even being buried alive is a better life choice than to get into a hassle with the teacher.

The only exception, it seems, is Jeon Jeongguk.

According to Mr. Min, the cheeky sophomore boy is the incarnation of Evil, has a soul darker than soy sauce, and the only purpose of his existence is to make the teacher’s life as hard and hellish as possible.
The other students either admire Jeongguk’s boldness or feel sorry for his stupidness and mindless behaviour, there’s no in-between. Well, as for Min Yoongi, he’s two hundred percent sure that he’s never hated someone that much in his life as he hates Jeon goddamn Jeongguk. Never ever.

And as every enemy-relationship, theirs has a story, too.

————

When Mr. Min Yoongi first met Jeongguk, everything was alright and peaceful.

Yoongi had taught the boy’s older brother last year and even though Jeonghyun got wrapped every other teacher around his finger, Mr. Min had always been quite distant with the ballyhooed prodigy. He had acknowledged Jeonghyun’s abilities but his loud and sycophantic personality hadn’t been Yoongi’s cup of tea.

Nevertheless, the younger Jeon-child, Jeongguk, seemed to be shy and reticent, usually sitting quietly in the corner with his nose buried in some textbook. Yoongi decided to like the boy who somehow reminded him of his own younger self, earbuds always in and mind somewhere else than reality.
When Jeongguk came to school with purple bruises and bandages for the first time, Yoongi just shook his head and rolled his eyes, because ’oh, rebellious youth’. When rumors took wing about Jeon Jeongguk being an illegal street fighter or a drug dealer, Yoongi decided to shrug them off with a short laugh because ’nah, no way this quiet bunny-kid’s selling drugs, that’s nonsense’.

When Jeongguk wrote his first essay for Yoongi’s lesson, it became clear to the literature teacher that even though the boy is not good with words when it comes to talking, in writing he can express his feelings pretty well. Yoongi noticed Jeongguk’s passionate will to impress as many people as possible and he recognized the boy’s overwhelming talent for arts.
(He knew nothing about that Jeongguk had constant fights with his parents because of his wish to study arts, and also had constant fights for his parents’ attention and appreciation – not very successfully.)
The teacher assumed: it must be difficult to live in the shadow of a worshipped older brother but maybe Jeongguk just needs a little push to surpass his sibling. He thought that Jeongguk has the abilities to become a ’golden boy’, maybe even more talented and versatile than his older brother. So he tried to encourage Jeongguk with always comparing him to Jeonghyun but soon he realized that it was the worst decision possible. Everything turned to the opposite of what he wanted: being compared to his brother slowly but steadily killed Jeongguk’s motivation to study anything, and made him act standoffish and mistrustful with the teacher. On the other hand, Yoongi was frustrated because he felt like Jeongguk’s wasting his talent by not putting enough effort into his studies and arts.

Yoongi and Jeongguk’s relationship became cold and tense but on a fateful day of November it went downright awful with one single cup of coffee.
That day it was Jeongguk’s duty to bring coffee from the coffee machine to Yoongi and he obeyed without a word. Even though his initial good feelings towards the teacher have disappeared, he still respected and admired Mr. Min a lot. He was walking carefully in the direction of the classroom, watching the cup in his hand, not wanting the liquid to spill. The corridor walls echoed the sounds of every step he took in his Timberland boots, his leather jacket rustled with every move. He managed to reach the classroom without the loss of a drip and was so, so ready to gingerly put the cup of coffee on the teacher’s desk, eager to hear a praise or a ’thank you’. But the heavens obviously had other ideas, wanting to watch him fail miserably, probably that’s why the knot on in left boot suddenly and misteriously untied without any logical explanation. Jeongguk didn’t notice the problem till it was late: he tripped and fell over his loosened shoelaces, elegantly landing on said desk.

For a whole minute, everything was still. Yoongi’s eyes weren’t hazy with sleepiness anymore, no. They were wide and horrified, watching as the coffee was wetting his precious neckpillow and all the papers and textbooks on the desk in the blink of an eye. The dark fluid was flowing everywhere and destroying what was in its path, including the small, black notebook.
The notebook what contained Yoongi’s secret poems and lyrics which he had written during years and years, since he was twelve. The notebook what contained the products of a lifetime, like a diary. The notebook what contained his treasured art, his life, his everything.

Yoongi picked the notebook up in pure panic, brushed off the coffee but it was already late and useless – the pages were soaked and the ink was blurred on most of them, words mingling with each other into a non-coherent mess. For the first time since that strangely emotional phase in his adolescent years, Min Yoongi wanted to cry. Or scream. But first of all, punch Jeon Jeongguk in the face with his chair.

”U-uh, I— I’m sorry!” Jeongguk bowed in apology, terrified and shocked, but Yoongi avoided him and bolted out the classroom without a word to find Hoseok or someone else who can maybe save the notebook somehow.

Later that day gossips about Jeon Jeongguk spilling coffee on Mr. Min Yoongi’s treasured stuff on purpose reached the teacher’s ears. And this time, fuming and completely desperate because of his devastated writings, Yoongi didn’t decide to shrug these rumors off. He decided to believe them and then make Jeon Jeongguk pay for what he has done.
That was the breaking point; Yoongi didn’t listen to the boy’s apology later, telling him to go away harshly and from that day he maniacally seized every opportunity to punish Jeongguk somehow. In revenge, being hurt and confused, Jeongguk seized every opportunity to rile the teacher up and interrupt his lessons, to insult and annoy him.

These past events led to their current situation: sitting in the empty classroom face-to-face, on the first day of Jeongguk’s month-long detention.

”Jeon, stop daydreaming and do your homework!” Mr. Min barks.

”Don’t wanna,” Jeongguk pouts, his mind is swirling around Park Jimin and his cute little fingers. Jeongguk sighs and looks at the clock on the wall. The time seems to flow backward and it’s getting frustrating – it’s Friday and he wants to do so many other things instead of his dumb homework.

”Jeon Jeongguk,” Mr. Min hisses, his tone is warning under the lace of fake calmness and he gives the boy The Look. The deathly one. (But to be honest, Mr. Min’s Looks 99 times out of 100 are deathly, especially when they are directed at Jeongguk, so it’s not really surprising.)

Jeongguk reluctantly redirects his attention to his biology textbook with a heavy sigh. Biology would be so much more interesting if he was learning it together with his boyfriend…
The example in the textbook is plain and easy, as if it was written for seven-years-old kids not high schoolers. ’Name the parts of the human body!’, seriously? Piece of cake! Jeongguk stares blankly at the picture of an unclad male and his thoughts start to wander in inappropriate directions as he writes, filling in the blank spaces.

The first one is ’lips’. Lips… He thinks of pillowy pink lips pressed against his own, glistening with drool, sweet as sugar, warm and welcoming.
Jeongguk sighs, soft and longing. His body misses Jimin’s warmth and his heart misses Jimin’s laughter. It’s still half an hour left till he can go home and meet Jimin, and it seems like forever. Jeongguk rubs his eyes tiredly, suppresses a yawn and tries to focus on the biology example.

The next questions are ’clavicle’ and ’sternum’. The images of his latest wet dream about his mouth travelling over a bare chest, leaving glossy stripes and red little hickeys on the tanned skin suddenly flashes in Jeongguk’s mind.
Hips. The flashback of his dream continues with the image of two hips rocking back and forth, covered with a thin layer of sweat and coalesce in steamy hotness.

Goddamnit.

Jeongguk’s grip tightens around his pen and feels his heartbeat quicken. He swallows thickly because fuck, it's ridiculous to get turned on by a stupid biology example! But his throat is unusually dry and his jeans are unusually uncomfortable down there. He licks his chapped lips and warily looks up to check if Mr. Min noticed something. The teacher’s still grading some papers diligently but when he feels Jeongguk’s gaze on him, lifts a questioning eyebrow.

”Is something wrong, Jeon?”

”U-uh— no.” Jeongguk’s voice is low and hoarse, and the boy coughs awkwardly, averting eyes and returning to his textbook with a sigh.

Alright, next body part.
Buttocks.
Okay, buttocks, fine, Jeongguk can do this. He can do this without thinking of Jimin. His fingers are trembling around the pen while he scribbles down the word.
Buttocks. Black leather pants being stretched, hugging the round and plump globes even tighter and beautifully when their owner drops one textbook and bends down to pick it up.

Shit. Jeongguk’s a hair's breadth away from salivating, how is this even possible? Who’s that loser who gets horny because of homework?! Damn hormones and Jimin and especially his fucking leather pants. Jeongguk inhales and exhales, slowly and deeply, trying to calm down.

Next question: thighs.
Thighs, really? Jeongguk grits his teeth because holy mother of fuck, this is torture! He writes down the word, slowly and carefully. He bites his tongue, trying to think about something disgusting, something sad, dead cats or defeated Iron Man, literally anything but Jimin, but one single glance at the picture of the naked man in the textbook destroys everything. His blood starts rushing and his imagination goes haywire.
Thighs. Firm flesh under smooth honey skin, wrapped deliciously around Jeongguk’s waist, decorated with tiny bruises Jeongguk sucked into the inside of them in his countless midnight fantasies.

Jeongguk shakes his head and bites his bottom lip as he fills in the last blank, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He’s never thought that this example could be this hard…
Toes. Small toes curling in white hot pleasure as Jimin screams his name, desperate and wrecked, and—

”Jeon, what the hell is with you?” Mr. Min growls angrily and this breaks Jeongguk’s train of thought. The teacher’s gaze lingers on the boy’s trembling hands, white knuckles, heaving chest and flushed cheeks. ”Is something wrong?” Mr. Min repeats and the barely noticeable hint of worry in his voice surprises Jeongguk.

”N-no, uh—” Jeongguk clears his throat because this is fucking awkward and Mr. Min Yoongi, out of all the people looks at him like someone who actually cares. ”I mean, I’m fine, yeah—” he trails off, falling silent and too embarrassed to hold eye-contact with the man.

Well, Jeongguk’s far from being fine: there’s something definitely wrong because he’s sporting a half-boner in front of his most hated teacher and said teacher is worrying about his well-being, and this entire fucked-up situation is a freaking biology example’s fault. Or more like, Park Jimin’s.
Jeongguk will burn those fucking leather pants.

”Are you sure?” Mr. Min’s eyeing him suspiciously.

”Yes,” Jeongguk nods, looking down at his fumbling hands on the top of the textbook. ”Uh, I wanna go to the bathroom, though,” he mutters and tightens his jaw, face aflame with shame and embarrassment.

”Alright, but leave your phone and bag here,” Mr. Min grunts with a shrug. Maybe Jeongguk just hallucinated the concern in the teacher’s voice minutes ago. ”I don’t want you to run away.”

Jeongguk hums in agreement and internally thanks to the heavens that the hem of his hoodie is long enough to cover and hide the telltale bulge in his pants. Mr. Min doesn’t look at the boy while he’s stumbling out the classroom and the corridors are completely empty. When Jeongguk finally reaches the bathroom, he almost tears up in relief.
He leans on the wall, running weak fingers through his hair, and pushes his half-hard, clothed cock against the cold surface of the bathroom’s white tiles and shivers at the friction. He was on the edge the whole day but that freaking biology homework was the last straw.
He was on the edge the whole day because after his goddamn detention he’s going to meet with Jimin and go to Jimin’s home. Jimin just texted him this morning that out of the blue his parents decided to go on a family visitation in Busan and Jihyun, Jimin’s younger brother has a sleepover at a friend. The entire house is empty and waiting for them.
So they are going to be completely alone this afternoon and evening. And night. Together. Alone. What means…

Jeongguk releases a shaky breath. They are together with Jimin for three months now, and sure, they have their fair share of cute coffee dates, long walks while holding hands, and even longer talks while cuddling. But the emphasis is on 'hand-holding' and 'cuddling' – that’s all of the special ’skinship’ they have, besides some rare heated and sloppy (and excruciatingly short) make-out sessions and butt-groping here and there (usually in the school’s stinky bathroom, and that’s not romantic or sexy at all, no, it’s more like, pathetic in Jeongguk’s opinion). Somehow the circumstances were never right for doing more. Jimin, as the top student of the school, has tournaments and cram school and supplementary course and piano lesson almost every day of the week, and barely has time to be lovey-dovey with his boyfriend. Even though Jeongguk likes to drop jokes with double-meaning around Taehyung or bragging about his outstanding skills at dance (hint: ‘horizontal tango’), indicating that they already did The Do with Jimin, he’s sure that the older boy – who’s Jimin’s best friend – knows that it’s just a big fat lie.

Nervousness clenches Jeongguk’s stomach at the tought of his own inexperience and virgin status. Before taking on this ’bad boy’ role, he was so shy and video games-addict that he barely left his own room. Ever since he has this new reputation, started to visit the gym and gathered some confidence, he managed to go two parties and they both ended up with tipsy kissing. So when he kissed Jimin for the first time, he actually had some idea what he was doing. On the other hand, sex— well. All he knows about sex is that his palm feels good on his hard cock, and some picked up knowledge from porn and his brother. He’s never ever had even a bite mark or received hand- and blowjob from someone else, how is he supposed to please Jimin properly? Jeongguk shivers, his arousal dies and his erection slowly softens because of the dark panic what nestles in his chest all of a sudden.

He’s going to fuck up everything. He’s going to disappoint Jimin. He’s going to be not good enough – again, always.
What if Jimin will find disgusting that Jeongguk isn’t perfectly shaved down there? What if Jimin won’t like the fact that Jeongguk’s skin is not flawlessly clear but peppered with moles here and there? What if Jimin will be grossed out when he discovers that Jeongguk has pimples on his back? What if he’ll hurt Jimin because of his clumsiness? What if… What if—?
Tears are pricking his eyes and the small, lousy, airless bathroom feels suffocating. As much as he was anticipating to finally be alone with Jimin – able to touch him and feel him, affection and excitement boiling in his veins –, now fear is slowly crawling under his skin and turns his blood to ice.

He wants their first time to be perfect. He wants to be perfect for Jimin.

”Jeon, are you alright?” Mr. Min calls him from the other side of the bathroom door and Jeongguk’s eyes shut wide open.

Mr. Min Yoongi is seriously worried about him, Jeon Jeongguk. Even though they are mortal enemies, the teacher stood up from his desk and came to the bathroom to see if Jeongguk didn’t faint or something. Woah, what’s next; the Earth stops rotating?

”Y-yes!” He assures the teacher, utterly surprised. The bathroom’s tiles are now lukewarm against his forehead and his boner’s long gone.

”You better be!” Mr. Min shouts back and probably Jeongguk misheard it but it sounded as if a tiny bit of relief laced the teacher’s raspy voice. ”Come out, Jeon Jeongguk, you still haven’t finished your homework.”

Jeongguk huffs irritatedly at the mention of his duty, then hurriedly washes his face to clean the sheen of nervous sweat from his forehead and to clear his mind.
He is Jeon Jeongguk, for the heaven’s sake! He saved cats from guys twice as big as he is, so why is he so afraid of having sex with his boyfriend? C'mon, I’m going to nail this, he chants internally like a mantra and leaves the bathroom with sheer confidence in his movements.

(He trips and stumbles over his own two feet after three steps, though. Mr. Min looks at him oddly and asks again if he’s okay. Jeongguk mentally assumes with burning ears that his shoelaces are somehow always go berserk in Mr. Min’s presence, so he probably should get velcro shoes. Or maybe just simply die.)

((When they go back to the classroom and Jeongguk looks at the clock on the wall and sees that there’s still almost twenty minutes left till the end of his detention, the option ’to die’ becomes incredibly tempting.))

(((But if he dies, Jimin would cry and be sad, so Jeongguk decides to bear the suffering and pain of boredom, like a real hero. In the end he’s going to see Jimin’s glorious smile, after all, and that makes everything, everything worth it.)))

The Park’s house is nice and homey. All the walls are painted in a smooth buttery color, there are mirrors and family pictures hanging everywhere, making the rooms feel bright and spacious. The big windows are framed by colorful curtains, different shade in every room. The floor creaks a little under the thick carpets, the furniture is rounded and cozy, covered with puffy pillows and plaids. This is the second time Jeongguk is here at Jimin’s and he still finds it amazing how there are living houseplants in every corner. Jeongguk likes how there’s always a fruit basket, cookie jar and a teapot in the middle of the kitchen table, as if the Park’s were waiting for guests constantly. Jeongguk likes how he already has his own mug – a bright red one. But what Jeongguk likes the most is that the rooms are tiny and stuffed, vases and candles, plush toys and souvenirs filling every surface – and being here somehow still feels like freedom. Compared to the Jeon’s house where every square meter is clean and almost sterile, and where the rooms feel like cages – too big, too white, too quiet and echoing emptiness –, the Park’s house is messy and lively. It feels like home.

———

While Jeongguk still didn’t introduce his boyfriend to his parents (even though he perfectly knows that Jimin’s too adorable for his own good and you simply can’t hate him, he wants to spare Jimin from the probable criticism and snide remarks as long as possible) Jimin’s parents were treating Jeongguk really kindly and accepting when they first met. They didn’t judge Jeongguk’s piercings and ear gauges, nor asked about his bruises because they saw how Jeongguk looks at their son, full of pure love and admiration, and this was enough to convince them that Jimin’s in good hands. They gave the couple enough private time, didn’t bother them with overwhelming protectiveness, and Jimin’s father made the finest cappuccino Jeongguk had ever drunk as a ’welcome to the family-drink’.
Jimin’s parents had owned a small coffee shop back at Busan, but they had to sell it and move to Seoul a year ago. At home they are still talking with each other in Busan accent and Jeongguk’s heart dances in joy every time he’s listening to it, because it reminds him of his own childhood when his family lived in Busan as well. They moved to Seoul because his parents wanted Jeonghyun to study at an elite high school.

Speaking about siblings; Jimin has one, too. He has a younger brother, Jihyun, but even though Jimin is currently a nationwide acknowledged and ranked little genius at maths and physics, Jihyun doesn’t suffer from the ’invisible second child-disease’, like Jeongguk. No, Jihyun discovered his own talent in photography and he has his parent’s full support. His dream is to be a cameraman and make an Oscar-winning movie.

Jeongguk sometimes, when shadowy thoughts about his future are keeping him awake at night, recollects the image and wonderful taste of that ’welcome-cappuccino’ what Jimin’s father made him, and he wishes from the bottom of his heart to truly be a part of Jimin’s family instead of his own.

———

Jimin’s room is crowded with bookshelves, various cacti in rainbow flowerpots, some photos by Jihyun and posters of Taeyang. His bed is huge and the light blue sheets have that special cinnamon scent of his. Jeongguk likes to burrow his face into them when he thinks that Jimin doesn’t see it. Jimin’s desk is completely covered with tottery heaps of textbooks and piano sheets, and there are glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling. Jeongguk always likes to step into this room, because something akin domesticity and peacefulness spread through his body from head to toe, and make him feel all warm and comfy inside.

Except today.
Because today Jeongguk’s sweating bullets and the moment Jimin closes his door, he feels like a trapped animal and wants to run.

They are standing face-to-face and the silence vibrates between them. The silence gets longer and longer, filled with anticipation and awkward tension, and neither of them moves. Jimin’s fingers are still around the door handle and Jeongguk sucks air into his lungs sharply. His chest feels heavy and his stomach nervously drops when Jimin looks up at him through those thick eyelashes of his and removes his glasses. Jimin’s hair is not orange anymore but natural black and it makes his features look sharper and his eyes scintillating. When their gazes meet, Jeongguk’s breath hitches and he can’t swallow because his throat suddenly becomes too narrow. Jimin bites in his plush bottom lip (Goddamnit, that lip. Is. Too. Distracting.), uncertainly steps closer and coyly blinks at his boyfriend.

”S-so?” He asks and his voice is soft, so soft. It’s shy and excited at the same time, and Jeongguk gets hit by the fact that Jimin’s ready.

”So?” He echoes dumbly, his hands are shaking so obviously, he has to shove them into his pockets. He doesn’t know what to do, how to start what he wants to start. There’s panic curling in his guts and his heart almost jumps out his chest with every painfully hard beat.

Jimin shuffles his feet, seemingly too embarrassed to sense Jeongguk’s paling face.

”Don’t you— Don’t you kiss me…?” Jimin mumbles undecidedly, expectantly. A sheepish smile appears in the corner of his plump, gleaming lips and his eyelashes flutter as he steps even closer to Jeongguk. He wears his leather pants and a fluffy grey sweater, and looks fuzzy and absolutely irresistible.

Jeongguk’s completely frozen, barely breathing. His palms, buried deep in his pockets, are clammy with sweat and he’s afraid that if he hugs Jimin now, then he will notice how much Jeongguk’s hands are trembling.

He’s not ready.
He’s going to fuck this up.
He’s going to disappoint Jimin and Jimin will laugh at him and hate him and break up with him and—

When hot puffs of air hit his collarbones and tiny, delicate hands sneak under his hoodie, Jeongguk’s brain shuts down. There’s a thunderstorm in his chest and he flinches when Jimin’s mouth makes contact with the sensitive skin on his neck. And when the lips part slightly and a tiny peak of pink tongue darts out, Jeongguk officially losts his mind. He jerks away from Jimin so violently that his chin bumps against Jimin’s temple. They both hiss in pain and drag away from each other, massaging the aching spot.
When they finally look at each other again, there are tears in Jimin’s eyes and Jeongguk’s heart sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

That’s it, the end. He did it, he fucked up. Slow clap for the loser who gets turned on by biology examples and headbutts his boyfriend out of nervousness when they are finally ready to make love.
Jeongguk honestly wants to die, or at least run away as far as possible and dig a hole for himself to Hell.

”Fuck, shit, oh my god— O-oh my god, Jimin, are you alright? I’m so fucking sorry, I—” he starts, flailing his arms helplessly, but Jimin’s chuckle cuts him off.

”It’s okay, Gukie,” he steps closer again and gives a peck on Jeongguk’s chin and flaming cheek. ”I’m fine, it’s okay.” It feels like Jimin’s tender smile heals Jeongguk’s sore chin and shattered heart. ”Sorry for being pushy, I didn’t want to scare you or some—”

”No! No, gosh, no. Jiminie-hyung, you didn’t— I just— Uh, well, I wanna this, okay? I really wanna this, I’m just… nervous. Like, pretty goddamn much,” Jeongguk sighs, worrying his lips between his teeth. His fingers are playing with the short hairlocks at the nape, a jittery habit of his.

He really tries to enjoy the moment and that his boyfriend is willing to give himself to him whole but Jeongguk’s never felt anything like this before, he’s never been a situation like this, and he isn’t sure how to deal with it. He wants to, God, he wants everything, but somehow it feels too sudden, too real.

Jimin smiles at him, loving and sympathetic. ”Why? You don’t have to be nervous, it’s me. It’s just me, Jeonggukie,” he whispers, his voice is velvety and calming, and his small hand cups Jeongguk’s face. Jimin’s beautiful brown eyes are searching for his boyfriend’s and when their gazes meet, Jeongguk realizes again (for the millionth time that day) that how impossibly pretty Jimin is.

’That’s the problem, that’s why I’m nervous. Because it’s you, and you deserve the absolute best. And I know that I’m not that,’ Jeongguk wants to say it out loud, but Jimin brushes his lips against his and hotness bolts through his veins, making the words stuck in his throat.

”I’m gonna bring us some food and drink, okay? Be right back,” Jimin suddenly unfolds their embrace and Jeongguk’s entire body protests against the loss of warmth but at the same time he’s grateful that Jimin gives him a few moments to collect himself.

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When Jimin comes back and gives him an apple and a glass of water, Jeongguk wants to cringe because the awkwardness in the air is so obvious and thick around them that he could cut it with a knife. His eyes are fixed on the apple in his hands as he’s sitting on the very edge of Jimin’s bed, nervousness radiating from him in waves. His brother gave him the advice ’don’t overthink this’ but it’s easier said than done. Those past few minutes when he was alone made him not more collected but freaked out, because after such a horrible start what could possibly not go wrong?
Now Jimin sits right next to him, their thighs are pressing against each other and Jeongguk’s stomach and heart are making somersaults in sync. He’s chewing on his lips without stop and tries to think about something funny what could lift the tense mood. Usually it’s really easy to be funny and dorky around Jimin, his boyfriend’s always laughing at his jokes and antics wholeheartedly, and when Jeongguk gets embarrassed because of his own silly behaviour, Jimin kisses him hotly, full of want, and encourages him to be himself. ’I love you the most when you’re smiling, Jeonggukie,’ Jimin tells him those times, kissing the words into Jeongguk’s skin. ’You’re my happy pills, y’know?’

But today Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say or how to act funny, because he’s way too busy with worrying about his heart what seemingly wants to destroy his ribcage at this moment.

”Aren’t you gonna eat that apple?” Jimin nudges him with his elbow after a couple of silent minutes and Jeongguk shyly looks up. And that’s when he notices that Jimin brought not an apple but a banana for himself.

A banana. A. Fucking. Banana.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen when Jimin starts peeling the long fruit with his petite hands, and he barely can wrap his fingers around the yellow shaft. His tongue’s sticking out in concentration and his cheeks are tinted rosy.

This teasing little shit… Jeongguk’s almost a hundred percent sure that Jimin picked a banana on purpose. Probably he wants to lighten the awkward atmosphere, too – only his method’s a little different. Instead of trying to start a normal conversation while pretending that their hormones aren’t on fire, Jimin tries to urge Jeongguk to get in the mood.

With a banana.
And it’s actually quite working.

Jeongguk audibly gulps when the banana’s top is starting to slowly disappear in Jimin’s mouth. He can’t tear his eyes away from the sight, his boyfriend’s pink, pillowy lips stretched open and wrapped around the fruit, and Jeongguk can almost hear as the tiny tastebuds on Jimin’s tongue slide wetly against the banana’s mushy texture. Jimin squints at his drooling boyfriend and there’s a knowing, amused little glint in his dark eyes. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, as if he's asking ‘are you enjoying the show?’.
Jeongguk swallows again, fidgeting uncomfortably as heat’s blooming on his cheeks. His cock twitches in interest and he can already feel his awakening boner.

Well, darn it.
Slow clap – again – for the Loser (with a capital L from now on) who headbutts his boyfriend instead of jumping him, and gets turned on by biology examples and fruits. Nice. Great. Fucking awesome.
Jeongguk had never thought that he’s this kinky.

”Jeonggukie?” Jimin pulls the entire banana out of his mouth with a luscious ’pop’, a thin string of saliva connecting his bottom lip and the head of the fruit, and he somehow still manages to sound innocent. ”Are you okay? Aren’t you hungry, too?”

Yes, Jimin definitely does this intentionally. And he does it very fucking well, because when Jeongguk doesn’t answer, Jimin shrugs and takes the banana into the hot cave of his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks around it with a small smirk dancing on his lips, and Jeongguk grows semi-hard. The fact that Jimin can actually look irresistibly cute while giving the filthiest, seductive bedroom-eyes and almost deepthroating a freaking fruit drives him crazy.

There’s a small piece of banana left in the corner of Jimin’s fascinating mouth and Jeongguk’s entire body is itching to wipe it away – preferably with his own lips. Jimin takes tiny bites and munches on the banana with unnecessarily lewd noises while his right hand wanders from the sheet to Jeongguk’s thigh and then rests there, dangerously close to the boy’s crotch. Something flickering hot wakes in Jeongguk’s lower stomach what’s slowly spreading though his entire body like molten lava, igniting his blood and making him feel light-headed. Jimin looks right into the younger’s eyes as his chubby little fingers are drawing circles, and Jeongguk’s skin’s prickling under his tightening jeans and his blood’s drumming insanely in his veins. The room’s temperature skyrockets, it feels like being in a forge and it becomes unbearable.

”Hyung, what are you doing?” Jeongguk finally gasps, clearly frustrated and his voice wavers as he fixes Jimin with a glare.

Jimin’s lips twist into a lazy smile and his fingers leave his boyfriend’s lap. ”Eating a banana?”
He looks younger when the glasses aren’t sitting on the bridge of his cute button nose.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, lips pursed. He feels relieved and utterly disappointed at the same time because Jimin finished his ministrations on his thigh. Silence settles in and Jeongguk basks into it while fiddling with his fingers, gathering the strength to ask. Despite the crushing awkwardness, Jimin waits patiently.

”Okay, listen,” Jeongguk sighs, the blood thumping in his ears. ”Before we do this, I— I guess, we should talk.”

”About what?” Jimin flashes a blinding smile at him and bites off the half of the banana.

”A-about… well.” Jeongguk clears his throat and stirs a little, shifting into a more comfortable sitting position. Jimin changes his position as well; his thigh isn’t touching Jeongguk’s anymore because now he sits cross-legged on the opposite end of his bed.

”So, uhh—”

”We don’t have to do it,” Jimin suddenly says softly, looking at Jeongguk with sincere eyes. ”We can watch a movie, I’m totally okay with that, too. Or we can play some video games, or go and feed the cats, or—”

Fuck it. Fuck it all, Jeongguk decides to spit it out already.

”What if you won’t like it with me? What if I’ll do something wrong?” Jeongguk snaps, cutting off his boyfriend. ”We didn’t even talk about who’s gonna— Uh, y’know… top,” he whispers the last word, his fingers are nervously scratching his neck again. He steels himselft and voices every doubt and concern he has, because this entire situation’s already terrible so basically he has nothing to lose. ”Also, what if you’ll grow bored of me after doing it this early? I heard that it’s a big problem for couples…”

Jimin looks at him with wide eyes but his expression quickly softens. His warm brown orbs are like honey, he moves closer and nestles his chin into the junction between Jeongguk’s shoulder and neck.

”Aww, Jeonggukie,” he coos but his tone isn’t mocking but suave. ”First of all, I’m perfectly sure that you’re gonna be amazing in bed, okay? You’re gonna make me feel so g-good, yeah,” he ducks his head sheepishly and blushes, and it’s the most endearing sight Jeongguk’s ever seen. How can Jimin look this pure after sucking on a banana? It’s a mystery.

”A-and you’re the guy who feeds thirteen cats and idolizes Tony Stark as a god and gets into fistfights with anyone who’s mean to me,” Jimin continues, voice becoming steady. ”Also you’re the guy who gets flustered when I hold his hand but also thinking about getting a Prince Albert piercing—”

”Wha—no, that’s not— H-how do you kno—?!”

”I saw the pictures of it on your phone, in the ’SUATMM’ folder,” Jimin giggles at his boyfriend’s embarrassed response, while looking at their fingers; small and tan and chubby sliding together with long and pale and slender. An odd but perfect match.

”The thing I wanna say is that there’s no way I could grow bored of you, Guk. You’re interesting and cute and hot and absolutely perfect to me, okay?”

The sweet words make a flickering sensation rush right into his dick and Jeongguk can’t do anything but nod, his breath stills in his lungs and butterflies causing a rumbling riot inside of his chest. Jimin, insufferable and marvelous, looks like he descended from the heavens with his golden brown skin and shiny black hair and expressive puppy eyes, looks at him with such a fond way it makes Jeongguk’s skin prickle. In his heart, there’s a swelling affection, he feels more and more of it pile up, washing all his fears and self-consciousness away. Jimin smiles brightly, fingers still interlocked with Jeongguk’s, their labored breaths mingle and when Jimin’s other hand is boldly going closer and closer to the area where an obvious tent is by now in Jeongguk’s pants, he becomes dizzy and finally, finally stops thinking.

And lets his instinct take control.

”Fuck.” That’s all he rasps before grabbing the damn half-eaten banana and pushing it away together with the untouched apple, and attacks Jimin’s lips with feral hunger like the world depends on it.

Jimin tastes like banana and caramel, and Jeongguk melts into the delicious kiss. Their chests press against each other as Jeongguk pushes his boyfriend into the mattress roughly. Jimin whimpers at the feeling of the warm, solid weight on top of him and immediately spreads his legs to give more room to the younger. He hooks his fingers under the hem of Jeongguk’s hoodie and when the boy shimmies out the clothing, he throws it away carelessly. Jimin’s fingertips run down Jeongguk’s bare chest, goosebumps rise on their way. They are both panting, pink dusting their cheeks and Jeongguk can’t get enough of Jimin’s addicting taste. They deepen the kiss and Jimin’s blunt nails dig into the other’s shoulders.
Jeongguk can’t help the needy moan what falls off his tongue when Jimin licks the roof of his mouth and nibbles on his lower lip. The way Jimin sinks that adorable, slightly crooked front tooth into the smooth flesh of Jeongguk’s lip makes him weak in the knees. He barely even registers that he’s half naked now and Jimin doesn’t give a damn about the acnes on his back – his self-consciousness and uneasiness went out the window together with his sanity. The only thing what’s in his mind is that he’s finally going to see Jimin’s body in its naked glory – the body he’s dreaming about, the body what kept him awake at nights and is the reason of his morning cold showers recently.
He sucks on Jimin’s tongue gently, stimulating it with his piercing and swallowing up the lewd little whimpers right from his boyfriend’s throat. After awhile Jimin’s fingers find his nipple and Jeongguk’s body reacts to the touch with a violent jolt. His back arches as sparkles are shooting up and down his spine, making his toes curl and eyes roll back into his head.

”F-fuck, Jimin—”

”You're so sensitive, Jeonggukie,” Jimin presses a peck on his boyfriend’s jaw while pinching the hardening bud again.

A growl leaves Jeongguk’s mouth as he trails down to the junction between Jimin’s neck and shoulder, tugs the collar of the sweater away and bites the skin warily. Jimin mewls and his hips jerk up, rutting against Jeongguk’s thigh. They both release a throaty grunt at the friction and Jeongguk can feel that the older’s rock hard, too. He bites the same area but this time it’s strong enough to almost break skin. A long moan leaves Jimin’s mouth and Jeongguk scatters feathery kisses on the abused skin to soothe the stinging pain.

”W-what are you doing?” Jimin asks with heaving chest, completely out of breath. ”If you bite me there, it’s gonna be totally visible.”

”That’s the point,” Jeongguk’s laving the tiny, cute birthmark on Jimin’s neck. ”Wanna mark you up, wanna make you mine,” he murmurs against Jimin’s lips and sucks up the breathy giggle what escapes.

”I’m already yours, Jeongguk,” Jimin whispers back, his voice is raw and honest as their eyes are locked on each other.

Jeongguk can’t fight down the fond, goofy smile what lifts the corners of his mouth and makes him feel giddy, happiness bubbling in his belly. He has to duck his head down and bury his face into his boyfriend’s neck, cheeks aching from the effort, and nuzzles his nose against Jimin’s Adam’s apple.

”’S good to hear,” he kisses Jimin’s throat what earns him a small, guttural gasp. ”But I don’t like the way Im Jaebum stares at you when he thinks I’m not near. It pisses me off that Byun Baekhyun greets you and smiles at you whenever you two run into each other in the corridors. I hate that you’re suddenly so goddamn popular and every second guy tries to flirt with you.” Jeongguk ends his monologue with a frustrated huff and quickly sucks a bruise right under Jimin’s jawline.

”E-everyone knows me at school because of yo-ah— Y-you,” Jimin stutters as the pain mixes with pleasure and his skin starts to tingle around the newest hickey. ”And you don’t have to be jealous, Jeonggukie,” he pets his boyfriend’s hair lovingly. ”They are all interested in my notes and want me to help them study, that’s all.”

”I’m not jealous,” Jeongguk mumbles, the tips of his ears are burning bright. ”I’m just—”

”Possessive?” Jimin chuckles but his breath stucks in his lungs when Jeongguk rolls his hips and their erections brush.

”Exactly,” Jeongguk smirks and repeats the move, enjoying the way Jimin throws back his head on the pillow, lips apart in a silent moan. ”And they’re definitely not interested in your notes but in your ass, hyung. That’s why I’m gonna rip these fucking pants as soon as you take it off,” he grips the leather, ”And show those bastards at school that you’re already taken.”

Jimin writhes when Jeongguk grabs the hem of his sweater and starts pushing it up. His skin is hot and flushed under the clothing, he wants to feel Jeongguk’s fingers and mouth and tongue on it but still, he wraps his hand around his boyfriend’s wrist and asks him to stop.

”Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong, Jiminie?” Jeongguk’s voice breaks and his doe eyes immediately widen in fear.

”No, no! You’re amazing, Jeonggukie, you’re doing it so good, so damn well— It’s just… that I— ” Jimin cast down his eyes and there’s red blooming on his round cheeks. ”My body’s not that great,” he mumbles and his voice is barely audible. He trails his fingers over Jeongguk’s rippling abs, the lines of the six-pack are evident. ”Actually, I have a tummy, and stretch marks on my thighs and, uh… I hope you’re not—”

Jeongguk doesn’t wait until Jimin finishes the sentence. He hoicks the sweater abruptly so it bunches around Jimin’s armpits and he squeaks when the cool air hits his bare, exposed chest.
There it is, the creamy little tummy – Jimin’s tanned skin shines like bronze around the adorable belly button and it looks so tempting and incredibly soft that Jeongguk wants to burrow his face in it and squeal.

”You… Fuck, Jimin, you’re so gorgeous.” He kisses the cottony softness once, twice, poking and tickling it with his nose till Jimin’s cackling and gasping for air. ”You’re perfect, baby, perfect and splendid, okay?” The petname rolls off his tongue so naturally, he doesn’t even notice. He’d never been this close, this intimate with another person before and the feeling makes his lower belly wring in joy.

Jimin pulls him up into a kiss, smiling shyly and his eyes sparkle. ”You really think so?”

”Yes, God, yes. You’re stunning, baby,” Jeongguk says as he kisses Jimin’s nose. ”So beautiful, so smart, it makes my head spin.” Kiss on the forehead. ”Angel Jimin, so kind, so marvelous.” Kiss on both eyelids. ”Let me make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

Jimin can only nod, whimpering as the praises shoot another rush of blood straight into his groin. Jeongguk’s voice is low and husky, and Jimin thinks he could come by that alone.

Jeongguk removes the grey sweater completely, then carefully lifts Jimin’s waist as if he'd made of glass. With a bit of struggling he peels off the skin-tight leather pants, too, while Jimin’s toeing off his socks. When they finish the procedure, Jeongguk stops and stares at his boyfriend from head to toe.
The unobscured view is breath-taking and mouth-watering; the protruding little nipples, the jutting shape of Jimin’s hipbones beneath smooth golden skin, the tiny navel in the middle of creamy abs and the downy hairs that lead down from it to the waistband of his boxer shorts. There’s a small damp patch on the frontside of the boxers what’s the only thing what hinders Jeongguk from Jimin’s weeping cock. Jeongguk wets his lips and swallows hard as a predatory glint appears in his eyes.
Jimin shrinks a little under Jeongguk’s gaze, suddenly shy, insecure and stiff. His eyes are rapidly darting around, unsure of where to look, anywhere but Jeongguk – he isn’t used to this level of undivided attention, and on top of that he wears his underwear only. Jeongguk’s watching him with such intensity, it makes him feel vulnerable and he wants to hide or at least, cover up again. He flinches when Jeongguk cups his cheek then gently laces his fingers through Jimin’s hair.

”Beautiful,” Jeongguk murmurs in awe and then bows his head to paint bruises everywhere on the canvas of Jimin’s immaculate skin. He lingers for awhile on Jimin’s collarbones, making sure that the bruises and bite marks he sucks there are going to be visible at least for a few days. He licks moist stripes along the veins in Jimin’s neck, biting his earlobe and whispering dirty nothings which he doesn’t even know where come from.
Jeongguk let his hands wander, and when he reaches Jimin’s tiny, perked up nipples, his boyfriend arches up into his hands wonderfully. Jimin’s hips buck up and a sob escapes his lips when Jeongguk takes the hard, pink bud between his lips and presses his tongue-piercing against it.

”O-oh God,” he keens when Jeongguk rolls the tiny silver ball over a bud and rubs the other between his index finger and thumb.

”Jiminie, baby, does this feel good?” Jeongguk purrs against the hypersensitive skin, his teeth scraping along the nipple and his fingers are toying with the other. Jimin answers with a voluptuous whine and grabs a fistful of the younger’s hair, urging him to repeat his actions.
Jeongguk nibbles on the hard little bud, sucks it against his piercing and swelling pride roves over his body when his actions steal Jimin’s breath away. Jeongguk’s hand makes a beeline to Jimin’s bulge and palms the completely soaked material. When he feels the sizzling hot cock twitch under his palm, he worms his fingers into Jimin’s underwear and lazily starts stroking his boyfriend’s dribbling erection. The skin-on-skin contact makes both of them hiccup and Jimin’s eyes are filled with tears.

”Can I?” Jeongguk pants and when Jimin gives him permission with an impatient thrust, he gently pulls off the underwear.

”I— A-ah, crap— I-I’m not gonna last long, Jeonggukie,” Jimin mewls when his cock springs free.

He’s smaller but thicker than Jeongguk, the pubic hair’s neatly trimmed around the angry red shaft and tight balls. Jeongguk’s hot breath’s fanning over the bulbous head and he feels like his heart wants to combust.
Okay, he saw this a million times in videos – he’s going to nail this and give his writhing boyfriend The Best Blowjob What Was Ever Given. Jeongguk inhales and exhales, braces himself and lowers his head to taste the pre-come what’s pearling around the slit.
It’s weird; a little bit salty, a little bit sour, and a little bit tastes like Jimin – and Jeongguk loves it. He gives experimental kitten-licks here and there then flattens his tongue and follows the popped out veins to the base. He tries slackening his jaw to allow the entire length in, slurping up the drops of pre-come. The piercing slides against the smooth skin and Jimin’s left hand clenches around the sheets while the other finds its way into Jeongguk’s hair, pushing the nape gently. Jeongguk circles the leaking head with his tongue and feels up every inch as he slowly takes it in his mouth. The cock is heavy and hot between his lips, and Jimin’s entire body shivers when he digs his piercing into the slit. He sucks small bruises into the sensitive skin of Jimin’s inner thighs, kissing the stretch marks lovingly, adoring the way how the fat, soft flesh feels under his tongue.

”Q-quit teas— ahh, J-Jeongguk— p-please,” Jimin barely can speak coherently and Jeongguk wants to puff his chest out in pride that it’s because of him. It’s such a lovely sight: watching Jimin unravel, to make him fall apart at the seams.

When Jimin’s grip tightens in his hair, Jeongguk finishes the foreplay and sinks down the length till his nose touches the pubes on the pelvis. The tip of Jimin’s dick presses against the back of his throat and he needs all of his self-control to not gag. He bobs his head a few times while wrapping his long fingers around the part his lips can’t reach. What’s that trick you have to do in this case? Oh, right: humming. He almost chokes when tries to hum around the thick erection and Jimin’s nails scratch thin red lines on his shoulder. He pins down Jimin’s hips and rubs the tightening balls, fondles them between his fingers while humming, spurts of pre-come flooding down his tongue. The vibrations span across Jimin’s cock and spine like thunderbolt, making fireworks going off inside of his arched-up body, and before he could babble out a warning, he comes hard into Jeongguk’s mouth with a high-pitched moan. The sensation is overwhelming and Jimin sees nothing but white behind his eyelids.
Before he could completely milk out his release, suddenly the heat settled over his cock is gone as Jeongguk coughs. The younger tried to swallow down the entire load but it was a bit too much, especially for a novice. There are white drops hanging on his eyelashes and dripping down his chin, and Jimin feels the familiar warmth pooling in his lower stomach again.

”A-are you okay, Jeonggukie?” He asks, trying to catch his breath.

”Yeah,” Jeongguk replies, wiping his mouth. His voice is raspy but his eyes are gleaming proudly, like he’s satisfied with himself for making Jimin come. His jeans are drenched because he came right when he felt Jimin’s cock explode in his mouth. The orgasm wasn't too strong but it still makes him feel weak and a little tired. ”And, uh— And you?”

”I’m more than okay,” Jimin smiles so wide his cheeks are aching. ”It was mind-blowing, you were mind-blowing, babe,” he kisses Jeongguk lazily, tasting himself on his tongue. ”Now let me return the favour.”

He descends further, planting a peck on Jeongguk’s firm chest, abs, and hipbone. His tiny hands are fumbling at the belt and zipper, and Jeongguk has to pinch himself to believe that this is really happening, Jimin’s really working on his pants, about to give him a blowjob and a second orgasm that evening. When the jeans and underwear are finally removed, Jimin stares at Jeongguk’s bare, glossy cock in awe and trails down his fingers on the shaft.

”So huge... and it’s not even hard now,” he mumbles with a blush and it makes Jeongguk flustered, too.

”Y-yah, stop saying things like—” he starts but Jimin encircles his member and the air runs out his lungs at the friction.

”Shut up,” Jimin kisses him again with a smile while pressing his thumb in the slit, making Jeongguk jolt. ”It’s a great thing that you’re big,” he giggles into the kiss and Jeongguk feels like being punched in the gut in a good way. Jimin always can say awkward things out loud and makes them sound hot.

Jimin takes out a bottle and a tiny foil packet from the nightstand drawer, and climbs into his boyfriend’s lap, straddling him. Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat when he realizes what those objects in Jimin’s hand are.

So they’re going to go that far tonight. All those wet dreams finally going to become reality… Jeongguk wants to throw up rainbows.
Maybe it's a little bit too fast and rushed. Maybe there are no rose petals and candle lights. Maybe they are both inexperienced and clumsy. But maybe Jeongguk doesn't mind it all when Jimin whispers I love yous against his collarbones.

Jimin takes the control and coats Jeongguk’s fingers with lube. It’s cold and slimy and there’s something solemn silence blanketing them while they’re watching the glistening digits.
So it’s really going to happen. Jeongguk still hardly can believe it.

”Have you ever done this?” Jimin asks, breath hot against Jeongguk’s swollen lips. His thighs are warm and heavy on top of Jeongguk’s but it’s such a pleasant weight.

Jeongguk inhales sharply and looks away, it’s the moment of the Truth. (But probably Jimin already knows. He knows how to read the stars in Jeongguk’s eyes and how to hear the inaudible in his breaths, after all.) ”No,” he mumbles, cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

Jimin just smiles at him, soft and fond, and kisses his temple. ”And you want to?”

”Yes,” Jeongguk says immediately, nodding furiously. ”And you, hyung?” There’s so much concern in his voice, questions hidden under the melodic tone. You do know that it’s going to be painful, right? Are you sure you won’t regret this later?

Jimin takes a deep breath and kisses his boyfriend, slow and sugary. ”I want you more than anything, Jeonggukie,” he murmurs against the other’s lips, his voice breaks but his gaze’s full of trust and tells Jeongguk everything he needs to know. ”I’m gonna guide you, okay?” Jimin’s fingertips are wandering over the younger’s bare chest, blunt nails tracing hearts on the pale skin.”Gonna make you feel so good, gonna ride you till you come.” There are goosebumps rising wherever Jimin touches him and Jeongguk gasps, his heart is thrumming in his ribcage. ”Gonna tell you what to do and—” Jimin purrs while kissing his way to his boyfriend’s earlobe, ”— how to make me scream.”

Jimin softly bites the sensitive spot right under Jeongguk’s ear and this earns him a breathy whimper. Even though they never talked about this, he decided to let Jeongguk top when he saw the younger’s natural desire for dominance in bed. Also, Jimin knows that he’s more flexible than Jeongguk, so he assumes, the penetration might be less painful for him.
Jimin planned this, he even skipped his cram school today (and this was the first time he’s ever done something bad like that) to take a shower and cleanse himself, and to buy condom.

”Is it okay, Jeonggukie? Are you ready?” He can feel that his hole’s already twitching in anticipation.

”Y-yes, Jimin— P-ahh— p-please—”

Jimin kisses him once, twice, eyes dark and tender, and Jeongguk’s head is spinning.

”You’re so gorgeous, Jeonggukie,” he pants while brushing his fingers against Jeongguk’s erecting dick. ”Look at yourself, already so hard and dripping wet for me again, so good for me,” he peppers open-mouthed kisses on Jeongguk’s neck after every word and when he finishes the sentence, the boy under his lips is practically trembling.

”Can’t wait to feel you inside me,” Jimin continues on a shaking voice, guiding Jeongguk’s bony, lubed fingers to his entrance. ”M-my short fingers were never enough,” he chokes and throws his head back when Jeongguk draws an experimental circle around his puckering hole.

”Do you fantasize a-about me that mu-ch?” Jeongguk asks, gasping at the feeling of Jimin’s asscheeks clenching around his digit. The image of Jimin fingering himself on all-fours, legs spreaded wide and moans muffled by the sheets while thinking about Jeongguk is almost too much. It sends electric thrills down Jeongguk’s spine, right into his dick, and he feels like bursting into flames.

”Y-you have no idea,” Jimin’s voice is throaty and dipped low, and it makes funny things to Jeongguk’s stomach. He’s slowly sinking down the finger and it’s so hot and tight, Jeongguk’s dick is throbbing again.

”So you’re not that innocent, Jiminie, huh?” Jeongguk wonders, tone teasing as he watches in awe how Jimin’s hole swallows up his finger inch by inch.

”W-who said I’m innocent?” Jimin hisses throught his gritted teeth, face scrunched up in pain. Even though he’s trying to loosen up and relax, Jeongguk’s finger is thicker than his own and the burn of the stretch is still an unfamiliar experience to him. He wasn’t lying when said that he’s touching himself frequently since they are together with Jeongguk but he mostly paid attention to his cock, the anal part was a quite new area. ”It’s your fault, anyway. You have a bad influence on m—ugh—” Jimin shudders when the whole length of Jeongguk’s middle finger is finally inside him.

”Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?” Jeongguk asks, doe eyes full of worry. He stops wiggling his finger, his entire body goes completely still with fear.

”It’s more like, a little bit uncomfortable,” Jimin admits flustered, but flashes at the other a reassuring smile. ”But I’m alright, Gukie. Just give me some time to get used to the feeling, okay?”

”Okay,” Jeongguk smiles back and kisses him, trying to distract his boyfriend from the stinging sensation between his legs. It’s only one finger and Jimin has no idea how something as huge as Jeongguk’s cock is supposed to go inside him without splitting him in half.

After a while, between wet kisses and sweet praises, Jeongguk somehow slips in a second digit. Jeongguk’s mouth is so warm and his compliments bring Jimin’s heart rate up so high, he almost doesn’t even notice what’s happening, only when Jeongguk gingerly starts moving his fingers in and out, spreading lube everywhere and scissoring him open. The second intrusive finger makes him feel full but the feeling’s getting less and less unpleasant. Jeongguk’s waiting patiently for Jimin to adjust the stretching, not changing the pace or the strength of the thrusts. It still feels weird, Jimin thinks, but the squelching sound mixes with soft gasps and broken moans after a few minutes.

”A-another,” Jimin mewls and his eyes are determined. ”I— I can take it.”

Jeongguk nods, his throat dry and his body aches with holding back, but he tries to be as careful as possible, moving his fingers just a little each time. When the third one joins in, squishing around the loosening hole, Jeongguk’s completely hard again at the thought of his cock replacing his fingers soon. He’s knuckles-deep with three fingers when his middle finger hooks up and accidentally brushes over a spongy tissue, making Jimin’s body jig. Jimin’s breathing is heavy and uneven, he has to blink several times because he sees stars flickering everywhere, and there’s white-hot tightness knotting in his stomach. He squeezes the younger’s shoulders, nails sink into the pale flesh, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a sinful whimper. They stare at each other, their foreheads beaded with sweat, and Jeongguk’s lips stretch into a wicked, smug smirk when realization hits him. He just found that special spot what’s going to make Jimin crazy and begging for more. Jeongguk digs his fingers into the bundle of nerves again, watching with a crooked smile as Jimin’s mouth falls open in a loud moan. He pokes and massages the prostate and Jimin starts pushing his hips back against his thrusts, shamelessly fucking himself on Jeongguk’s fingers. He still looks angelic, even with his head lolled back, jaw hanging slack and thighs trembling in pleasure, and Jeongguk can’t wait to wreck him completely.

”I’m— I’m gonna come!” Jimin yelps, clenching around the fingers and Jeongguk immediately pulls them out. Jimin’s shaking violently from the denied orgasm but he somehow manages to speak. ”Y-your cock… I wanna c-come with you inside m-me,” he breathes and Jeongguk wants to ram him into the mattress.

Instead, with all his willpower, he lies down and lets Jimin climb on top of him. Jimin tears the foil packet open with shaky hands, then places the condom at the tip of Jeongguk’s erection and begins to roll down. The action makes them both aware of their own arousal and what they are about to do.

”W-why a-ah— are you so damn gah—good at t-this?” The feeling of Jimin’s fingers on his cock is indescribable. Jeongguk wonders why his own voice sounds so strange, breathless and needy from simply putting on a condom.

”I did my research,” Jimin snickers while generously coating the whole length with lube and Jeongguk groans. Of course, Mr. Top Student Genius Park Jimin girded himself to this, gathered knowledge and prepared everything.

”Are you ready?” Jimin asks, his fingers still around Jeongguk’s cock.

”God, fuck, yes,” Jeongguk curses when Jimin flicks his wrist, his smile turns to a smirk, eyes darken with mischief. It’s maddening what a teasing little shit Jimin is, really.

Jimin crawls on all-fours above Jeongguk, positions the member and guides the tip to his entrance. They both release a deep breath at the contact and glance at each other with half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. Jimin swallows and relaxes his muscles, letting the cock’s head dip in. The stretch and pressure is impossible, Jimin winces at the burning pain while Jeongguk’s eyes roll back in his head as his dick forces its way past the tight rim.

”F-fuck, so tight,” Jeongguk pants, the feeling is incommensurable with his own hands. It’s slick and wet and so, so hot Jeongguk’s worried he might comes before Jimin even starts moving. The puffy asscheeks fit perfectly in his palms and the warm walls are pulsing around him as the hole’s slowly engulfing his cock. Jeongguk thinks it would be perfect; freezing the moment and staying like this forever.

”Ow, ugh… It hurts,” Jimin cries out and every inch is a new experience of electrifying pleasure mixed with sharp pain.

”Shit, shit, I’m sorry,” Jeongguk murmurs and tries to pull out but Jimin shakes his head vigorously, willing to continue.

Jeongguk caresses his sides, rubbing paths down the small of his back and drowing him in sweet kisses and damp cuddles. Soon, the pain is dulling and their hips are glued, there’s no distance between their bodies anymore. Jimin’s sitting on top of him, Jeongguk’s twitching cock is buried deep inside him. Jimin throws his head back in bliss, eager to please, and laces his hand together with Jeongguk’s then squeezes it slightly. Jeongguk squeezes back and they merge their mouths in a heated kiss. His tiny hands are leaning on Jeongguk’s chest as he begins to roll his hips. Every movement is a new sensation and Jeongguk forgets how to breathe. Jimin does torturously slow circular motions for a few minutes, pinning the younger down with his weight.

”I-I’m gonna start m-moving up and d-down,” he stutters and Jeongguk’s heart hammers under the petite palm. ”Try to keep pah-pace with m-me, ’kay?”

Jimin lifts his bottom half till Jeongguk’s cock almost slips out, then slams down. Jeongguk has to hold back his climax and bites his lip so hard it starts bleeding.

”M-move y-yah— your hips, too,” Jimin commands breathlessly and Jeongguk rocks forward, meeting with Jimin’s second thrust halfway. He remembers the right angle of his fingers from earlier, so he tries to aim Jimin’s prostate with the next jerk of his hips.
Jimin moans when a surge of pleasure ripples through him, sweat dewing his golden brown skin, a faint colour rising in his cheeks. The heat and the closeness is overpowering and Jeongguk hardly can breathe while watching his boyfriend’s plush ass jiggling with every bounce.

He suddenly sits up and switches their positions by instinct, feeling himself too close to the edge. Jimin finds himself flipped onto his back, his head landing softly on the pillow. Jeongguk bends his knees over his shoulder and starts jabbing into his heat hard and fast. Jimin’s pliant, quivering and convulsing under his hands, and Jeongguk’s too far gone to notice the tiny stream of blood leaking from his hole. He successfully hits Jimin’s sweet spot with each thrust, feeling delirious as the walls contract around him when Jimin clenches them in pleasure.

”I-I’m—” Jimin sobs, yanking at Jeongguk’s hair, and spreads his legs even further, twisting his flexible body even more for better access.

”Me too,” Jeongguk grunts, feeling the building climax in his belly, and holding Jimin's meaty thighs in a vice. Jimin spasms around him, his lips emitting moans so wanton they make Jeongguk’s brain clouded with nothing but pure lust. Jimin’s hands are clutching on the sheets, his supple body melts around Jeongguk’s shoves which start to become erratic.
It's insanity, it's too much - it's almost unendurable; to feel this good, this close. Jeongguk surrounds him, his musky scent fills the air what Jimin inhales, his skin brushes against Jimin's, the flavour of his kiss lingers on Jimin's tongue. He's everywhere and he's inside Jimin, deeper than anyone else ever. Even Jimin's heart beats the rhythm of his name. He looks at the younger with hooded, glazed eyes, delicate and precious, and falls apart under him with toes curling and mouth agape, screaming broken syllables of 'Jeongguk'. Thick ropes of white spill over Jimin’s chest and abdomen, and Jeongguk’s mind goes blank as he rides his boyfriend through his orgasm then follows him after a few seconds.
There are jumble words on his tongue, his body feels scorching hot as he’s milking himself, filling the condom up. It hits him so hard, he blacks out for a few seconds, his vision swims and aftershocks of pleasure surge through him, making him feel feverish. He gently slides out Jimin, ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trashcan what Jimin tactically moved next to the bed. Then he collapses on the bed next to Jimin, limp and sated. Jimin turns to him and Jeongguk curls up against his tiny boyfriend, spooning him. Jimin’s prettily flushed, mirroring his own face, he looks so beautiful with his blazing cheeks and glowing eyes that it makes Jeongguk’s heart ache. His limbs feel boneless and light but his face cracks into a triumphant smile as he kisses Jimin; sloppy and teeth clacking but so, so absolutely perfect.

God, at the beginning it was really awkward! They were awkward, to be exact. But in the end they made it work, as everything else, and turned the awkwardness into something beautiful. Jeongguk’s good at filling up the places where Jimin’s empty or lacking and vice versa.
Metaphorically and physically.

”My whole body’s numb and sore,” Jimin murmurs into the kiss with a dazzling smile on his lips. ”But it feels wonderful. This was wonderful.”

Jeongguk doesn’t want to move, he feels worn-out and sleepy but Jimin’s lovely little tummy is sticky so he has to clean up the mess they made. With wobbly legs, he reluctantly goes to the bathroom for a fluffy towel and wipes off the come what already dried a bit on Jimin’s skin. When he notices the blood stain on the sheet, panics and curses but Jimin immediately soothes him with a chaste kiss. Jeongguk smears cream into the wounded hole, mumbling sorrys between soft kisses against the pillowy skin of Jimin’s thighs.

They lie huddled under the duvets, limbs entangled, mind still foggy with the memories of what they shared, the happiness, the intimacy. Jimin keeps brushing Jeongguk’s bangs aside, not sure what to do with all the emotions flooding through him. He kisses the crown of Jeongguk’s head and the boy grins, swooping down to dig his chin into the crook of Jimin’s neck. Jimin feels Jeongguk’s heart thudding against his ribcage, a steady, relaxing rhythm – his most loved lullaby.

”Oh, shit. I forgot to feed the cats,” Jeongguk remembers suddenly, breaking the silence, but he can’t feel guilty, not at all.

”And I skipped cram school because of this,” Jimin yawns, his voice is laced with a dreamlike quality. ”Totally worth it.”

Jeongguk giggles, Jimin’s favorite sound in the world, and pecks the older’s nose. ”Woah, you skipped one of your duty, Jiminie? So in reality, the school’s top student is such a naughty boy,” he teases his boyfriend and Jimin slaps his chest lightly.

”Yah, shut up. Told you, it’s all your fault,” he slurs, his voice is dozy. ”’Cause you have a bad influence on me.”

”Sure,” Jeongguk kisses him good night with a fond smile. ”But you love it, right?”

”Right,” Jimin snuggles into Jeongguk’s cushy embrace and curls up against the broad chest. ”But I love you more.”

Jeongguk’s smile widens from ear to ear, he brings a hand to the other’s face and traces the flutter of his eyelids, the bridge of his button nose, the curve of his plump lips, the round apple of his cheeks with barely-there touches.

”I love you, too.”

~ One month later ~

It’s the last day of Jeongguk’s month-long detention, and Mr. Min Yoongi is late.

When the teacher storms into the classroom with a brand new neckpillow and black notebook in his hands, Jeongguk just lifts a questioning eyebrow. But when he realizes that there’s a weird thing - a joyful, gummy smile - on Mr. Min’s face, Jeongguk seriously begins to worry.

”U-uhm…”

”Jeon, you can go home.”

Jeongguk blinks, mouth hanging open, because probably he heard it wrong. ”W-wha—?”

”I said,” the man snaps impatiently, ”That you can go home. I cancel your detention and forgive you for the stuffs you caused in the past, Jeon Jeongguk.” He looks in Jeongguk’s wide, disbelieving eyes and takes a deep breath. ”I admit it: I was childish, it was really immature and unprofessional to hold a grudge against a student, especially for such a long time. So, I’m sorry," Mr. Min spits, his mouth fixed in a grimace, clearly showing how loth the teacher is about this whole situation. "This being said, now go, before I change my mind.”

Jeongguk’s gaping like a fish. Mr. Min went batshit crazy and speaks unreasoned things.

”Excuse me, but—” Jeongguk can’t finish the sentence, because the man cuts him off again.

”Although, next time I expect from you to come up to me and apologize properly, instead of sending your boyfriend.”

This entire situation becomes more and more confusing with each passing second. Jeongguk nods, totally dumbfounded. He shakes the teacher’s hand as a sign of their unforeseen peace treaty and bolts out the classroom. Jimin’s currently in the school’s library, waiting for the end of Jeongguk’s detention to walk home together.

”Jiminie,” Jeongguk stomps into the quiet library with his boyfriend’s name on his lips. ”Fuck, I can't believe it! Mr. Min went insane and deleted my detention and— and why are you giving me that expression? Don’t tell me that you’re involved in this madness?!” He asks suspiciously when Jimin just smiles at him brightly.

”Slightly,” Jimin shrugs, still grinning but Jeongguk grabs his arm and frowns at him.

”What happened?” he furrows his brows and pouts, and he looks so cute and confused, Jimin can’t help but snigger.

”Hmmm,” Jimin trails off thoughtfully, his dark eyes gleaming mischievously. ”Maybe I bought Mr. Min a new neckpillow and notebook to replace those what you doused with coffee back then, ages ago—”

”What?! No way!”

”— And maybe I explained him that it was all an accident and a misunderstanding, and I apologized, telling him that you sent me to do it—”

”Ohmygod!"

”— And maybe Mr. Min couldn’t say no to the school’s top student, especially because I used my best puppy eyes, so he forgave you easily,” Jimin finishes the story and giggles at Jeongguk’s mortified expression.

”You’re such a kiss-ass,” Jeongguk scoffs but his eyes are tender and grateful.

”Yah, you brat! I think, I deserve a ‘thank you’, not insults,” Jimin fakes annoyance but his ‘angry’ demeanor immediately vanishes when Jeongguk kisses him deeply. ”G-Gukie! Stop, we are in the library,” Jimin scolds him but his blinding smile is not matching his words.

”You know that I’m bad at following the rules.” Jeongguk kisses him, again and again. ”Also, tomorrow I’m going to go and apologize Mr. Min personally,” he swears.

”Good boy,” Jimin pats his shoulder jokingly, his eyes turn to adorable crescents.

”At least I know that this time he’s going to listen to me, and it’s all thanks to you, baby,” Jeongguk continues while caressing Jimin’s jaw with his thumb softly. ”I guess, today we should take advantage of that my detention was deleted. We should celebrate it.”

”Well, uhm, unfortunately I have—”

”For example,” Jeongguk interrupts the excuse with a smirk and his eyes darken. ”As a thank you-gift, we could try out the ribbed condoms I bought yesterday.”

Jimin's breathing goes shallow as he bites in his bottom lip and adjusts his glasses with shaky hands.

---

That afternoon Mr. Top Student Genius Park Jimin skips his cram school the second time in his life and Jeon Jeongguk forgets to feed the cats again.

Still; totally, utterly, completely worth it.