𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 || [JINKOOK FF ]

[4]

But he took the move and the guilt in stride, understanding their move across country was their way of dealing with what a letdown he had been.

The list of reasons he had failed them was endless, the main reason obviously being that he was gay, then you could add the fact that he wasn’t intelligent enough, he wasn’t athletic enough, he wasn’t social enough, his dyed hair was too attention grabbing, his tight jeans were too immodest, and his taste in music was questionable at best.

The list of his shortcomings went on and on. Being painfully shy as a result of a life spent being told he was not enough of anything meant he didn’t make or keep friends easily, but he had gotten used to the solitude. He preferred to be with his books and his records anyway, if he was being honest. They all had better stories to tell.

He had one friend, for a while, his sophomore year of high school. A kid named Jeong Yun-o, who was a senior and gay as a jaybird, but deeper in the closet than a winter coat from five years ago. They took drama class together, and were both stage techs, so they formed a delicate relationship that involved minimum talking. Over the course of the semester, that warped into heated stares across the soundboard and unexpected brushes of denim against denim as they started to sit too close together.

Then one day in the spring, Yun-o edged in a little closer than normal against Jungkook as they were putting up some power cords in the closet, and all it took was a slight turn of his head to the left, and Jungkook had his first kiss.

It was ironic that Jungkook was out of the closet and Yun-o was not, but Jungkook ended up being the one pushing Yun-o farther in, with hands against his tiny waist, furiously exploring his mouth with an eager tongue.

The semester went on in much the same way between them until one night, after a rehearsal of the spring performance wrapped up and the two of them found themselves alone in the auditorium.

Jeong Yun-o had developed into an eager and aggressive partner, still in the closet though, and he strong-armed Jungkook into the men's dressing room, easily taking control and working Jungkook's belt off with one hand, as he held his throat securely with the other.

Jungkook had tilted his neck up toward the ceiling, in offering to, and in agreement with what Yun-o was about to do. Yun-o had been rough as he pulled down Jungkook's pants and boxers, producing a shiny foil-wrapped condom and a pack of lube. He tore both open with his teeth, pressed Jungkook down with a palm against the small of his back and thrust himself inside.

It was quick, rough and awkward. As the two of them lay in a heap, panting and sweaty afterward, Yun-o brushed Jungkook's red hair out of his eyes, then kissed his cheekbones softly before getting up, putting his pants back on and walking out.

Two days went by and Jeon Jungkook didn't hear a word from Jeong Yun-o. After another night-time rehearsal Jungkook found himself back in the men's dressing room, this time his fumbling lover was underneath him. The experience went not much different for Jungkook this time, but it was his turn to tear open the condom and wrap himself up and fingering Yun-o open for him and thrusting in the warm heat of his lover and groaning wild like a starved animal, only longer in duration and he was left again with two more kisses to his cheekbones.

And so the year went on. Jeong Yun-o and Jeon Jungkook fumbled through exploring each other's bodies, as teenagers do. Jungkook sucked his first dick, choking on the bitter taste of cum in the broom closet next door to their homeroom.

Jungkook also learned about rimming, thanks to Yun-o , and spattered the floor of the sound booth with his own cum more than once. Then, at the end of the school year, Jeong Yun-o was gone, without a goodbye or a forwarding address.

Everyone left him in the end. His parents couldn’t wait to get away, and after everything they’d done together, even Yun-o left without a word, most likely off to college somewhere better than South Korea.

Jeong Yun-o  was the only person Jungkook had ever been with, and the whole experience had been so disappointing to him, that Jungkook developed a hard time trusting people. Jungkook hadn’t wanted anyone else to find him lacking the way his parents and Yun-o did.

After Jungkook had shaken himself out of his trip down memory lane, he reached for the door handle to get out of the car, but it was yanked away from him as the door flew open. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock as he was faced by a man in all black with a hoodie and a ski mask over his face, complete with black crowbar raised up and ready to strike.

“Get out of the fucking car and give me your keys!” the man demanded.

Jungkook fumbled, scared out of his fucking mind, to try and get the keys out of the ignition to give to the guy, hoping his face wasn’t about to become better acquainted with the crowbar.

He shakily reached a hand out as another rush of black came full speed from the back of Jungkook’s car, throwing the man into the door and sending the crowbar clattering to the ground. He watched the two men struggle with each other briefly. 

It was apparent that his Good Samaritan would easily win, as a solid and meaty fist connected over and over against his assailant’s cheek. Jungkook cowered into his car, horrified and trapped as the fight raged on in front of him. The larger man stood, offering a solid kick to the rib cage of the man bleeding on the ground before growling out,

“Don’t ever fucking think about touching him.”

The man on the ground did his best to crawl out into the street in an attempt to escape. Jungkook’s Good Samaritan offered one last kick to the attacker, who was nevertheless able to get his bearings and take off running toward the mass of people on the main street a few blocks away.

Jungkook shook as he stammered out a thank you to his mysterious savior. His vision was blurry and unfocused as a result of his overwhelming fear, and by the time his eyes cleared, the man who saved him was gone.