"Follow me." Mingi says stringing Jimin along further back to the pool storage room.
"Where are we going? Isn't this area of limits!?" The latter had a firm hold on his boyfriend's arm as they made their way through the surprisingly unlocked doors of the storage units. This was where they kept their pool cleaning stuff like; chlorine, nets and other miscellaneous items. Jimin had only seen members of staff and senior management officials go in there. The nerves were steadily growing.
"Jimin you have to live a little, okay."
"-But.... we'll get caught!"
"Don't worry about it." Mingi says nonchalantly. He seemed to be aloof, maybe it was the effects of his smoking, that had the shorter boy slightly worried.
"No one will come here, just trust me okay." It wasn't a request and Jimin damn well knew that he shouldn't press on further.
They finally reach the furthest room in the building, it was a control room of some sorts, quite small and filled with fuse boxes and levers. There was a stool at the table that overlooked all of the controls and gadgets for the pool. Jimin briefly wondered how Mingi knew of this place.
He didn't even know it existed.
Mingi closes the door behind them and props it up with the stool so that the handle couldn't be turned from the outside.
"Why'd you do that?" He asks, confused.
"Don't worry about it." Mingi says rolling his eyes. He walks up to the platinum haired boy and grabs him by the waist, pulling him closer to him and presses his lips to the boy's.
It's fast, once again. But this time Jimin is somewhat prepared. Mingi slides his hands up Jimin's bare waist after untucking his uniform shirt. His hands feel chilly on the shorter's skin but he ignores it. Confidently, he tries to put his hands up to the boy's shoulders, trying to stabilise himself. They lap at each other's mouths, with Mingi taking the lead, he pulls on the Jimin's lips with his teeth making the boy gasp. At that, he uses that opportunity to push his tongue inside the boy's mouth.
Jimin could taste the cigarettes on his tongue. It was very off putting but he chose to ignore it. Jimin could feel Mingi prying his legs open with his knee, rubbing against Jimin's front as he did so.
The taller boy pulls Jimin closer into him, supporting himself with the back of the control panel desk that came up just below his ass.
"I wanna teach you something now." Mingi says breaking the kiss. Jimin looks up at the boy perplexed. "I'm assuming you've never given head before." The sentence was more off a statement a question to be honest.
"Head?" The latter questions.
"Yeah, thought so..." Mingi says as he lets go of the other boy to unbuckle and unzip his pants.
"W-what are you doing?" The heat rushes to the silver haired boy's face almost instantly as he watched his boyfriend pull down his pants slightly and grab on to Jimin's waist once again.
"Can I have you on your knees?" Mingi asks after leaving a small kiss to the latter's lips. Realisation courses through Jimin almost instantly. Kind of like an 'OH!' moment. Granted he wasn't the most experienced but he knew Mingi was most likely talking about a blow job.
"We're doing this, here?"
"I'll guide you through it, don't stress."
Slowly the silver haired boy squats down to the floor and then onto his knees. He had his reservations about all this but decided to dust cautions slightly out the window. Once he was eye level to Mingi's crotch, the taller boy pulls out his penis and strokes it a few times. This made Jimin's cheeks heat up even more.
