Book 3: Restart

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Day 72

Yoongi's Pov

I groaned with every thrust, my head tilted back towards the blank white ceiling as I tried to chase my high.

Jimin's face was in the sheets, broken moans leaving his lips while drool made a trail down his neck, his eyes rolled back as I continued to hit his prostate over and over.

My pace was fast, my hand on his ass as I thrusted forward, my grip tightening as the moans produced from the man under me gave me absolute pleasure.

Jimin lifted himself up, causing me to slowly come to a stop as I waited for him to finish moving. His glistening body shone under the light in the ceiling while he placed his shaking arms under him, arching his back.

He looked back at me and bit his lip, his hair sticky and untamed, face full of uncontrolled lust. "Go on." I did as he followed, loving how he didn't try to contain the sounds of pleasure, letting me know how much of a mess I was really making him.

Soon I found my high, cumming into the condom before I took it off, pulling out breathless. Jimin found his too, the sticky substance staining the white bedsheets.

I stood up, wincing at the pain in my backside while I grinned. Jimin sat back on the bed, tired and exhausted, a grin etched onto his face too.

"I'll go shower." He nodded and put a hand over his eyes, probably falling asleep.

I didn't take long and only focusing on rubbing the sweat and grime off of my body, putting a towel under my waist, emerging from the bathroom 20 minutes later.

Jimin was asleep on the bed, so I decided to clean up a bit without waking him. I threw the condom away and put away the lube, picking up our clothes and putting them in a small ball. I waited on the sheets since Jimin was on them, and made my way to the laundry room.

I was familiarized with Jimin's house quite a bit from how many visits I've made to hang out. I roamed over to the kitchen, deciding to make some food for me and him.

Halfway into cooking I felt arms wrap around me. I looked over to see Jimin in some fresh clothes, slippers on his feet.

"Hey."
"Hey. I'm making Japchae." Jimin hummed, not leaving my side as he looked over my shoulder.

"Never knew you could cook."
I shrugged, a slightly proud smile on my face as I prepared the finishing touches. "Well, living alone paid off since I had to eat somehow."

I moved the food into bowls and placed them on the table, finding two pair of chopsticks, giving one to Jimin before we sat down and started to dig in.

"So..." He was probably talking about the sex. Honestly, I didn't know what to think about it either. Even though I still had feelings for him, I didn't want to get back together.

I set my chopsticks down onto the bowl and looked up to see Jimin staring at me with a serious look.

"I don't want to get back together. The sex was just from sexual tension, and I don't feel ready to just jump into a relationship I'm not ready for. You?" Jimin sighed, setting his chopsticks down too.

"Honestly, I was hoping you wanted to get back together. Even though it was years back, I just wanted to confirm that I wasn't cheating. Yes I was seeing Doyoung behind your back, but it was about preparations for our arranged marriage. Over the past two months I've started to develop some feelings for you again, but if you're not ready I'll just wait."

I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I believe the words that came out of Jimin's mouth.
"You'll wait?" Jimin nodded, his face showing no signs of joking around.

"Before you go back to eating, I need you to continue being my fake boyfriend. That guy at the park, he's trying to get back with me and he'll eventually back off if he sees us together enough times. Is that ok with you?"

I nodded, not really caring about the whole boyfriend arrangement. We both started to eat again, the atmosphere light and comfortable.

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"You guys had sex!" I sighed for the third time in the presence of the other five, Jimin being the only one missing. He was at some meeting with Doyoung for reasons unknown.

"Yes. It was purely sexual tension. We've been over this."

"Yeah, but it's just shocking considering how serious your break up was! Years later you're now fuck buddies!"

"Hey!" I glared at Hoseok who only rolled his eyes at my defensive expression, laying himself out dramatically across Namjoon's lap.

"I'm just saying that it's ironic, and hard to believe. Watch you guys end up getting together in under a month. I'm placing a bet. I get twenty dollar each if they get together in under thirty days!"

"I'll say a month in a half." Jin stated with a shrug, a small smirk on his face.
"Definitely not you two. Yoongi is way to closed up for that. I'll say three months tops." Taehyung agreed with Jungkook, kissing her cheek after she stated her bet.

"Guys! Seriously! You're acting like complete children!" Hoseok gave a fake offended expression, crossing his arms with attitude.
"Well you're friends with these so called children so piss off."

I could only scoff and sink into my chair, already regretting not walking out the front door when I had the chance.

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Day 73

"So how long do I have to act as you boyfriend?" As I cleaned the table next to Jimin, I asked the one question that I was dying to know.

Jimin tapped his own table, a glass of wine in his hand while the first few buttons of his formal shirt were unbuttoned. "Maybe a few weeks. It's a long time but it'll be worth it. That bitch is fucking crazy."

"Crazy?" Jimin hummed, the empty glass hitting the table while Jimin grunted, running a hand through his hair. "Definitely. Over possessive, toxic, a stalker. Every where I go he's always there. It gets on my damn nerves that he never gets the message."

I wiped my hands, finally sitting next to Jimin in the closed restaurant. "Tough day?" He looked at me, his eyes tired as he studied me.

There wasn't anything to look at really. I had a basic button up white shirt on, the sleeves rolled up a bit with my apron on along with black slacks. "Yeah, rough. Even though I left the company I still need to go over there sometimes for meetings. It's tiring."

I patted his back, not really understanding. The entire situation made me start to think, and my body hunched over while I leaned down onto my forearms.

"Jimin?" I heard him hum again, a verbal response not needed to the basic ask of his name. "Do you think I should try to go to college?" He stared at me, his eyes wide.

"Really? You're thinking of going to college?" I nodded, tracing the nonexistent pattern in the wooden table.

"Just to get my degree. I'll have a better chance of getting higher paying jobs." I was honestly set on the decision. I eventually wanted to live on my own again, and to actually earn some money for the bills I would need a degree.

"Well hell yeah, I think you should go. I mean if you really want to." I smiled lightly, Jimin's choice of answer not really helping a dilemma but finalizing my answer.

"I'll drive you home after I'm done cleaning. I don't want you to get into an accident." Jimin nodded and leaned his head on the table softly, soon falling into a light slumber.

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Lynn~~