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#17. His Type

The two stood like secluded monkeys, not looking at each other and just awkwardly staring at the ground. "Were you waiting for someone?" Jimin glanced at Jungkook after a while and the teen breathed, nodding his head and smiling. "We can wait in my car." He proposed unsurely, not entirely confident that Jungkook would follow him.

When the teen started moving, he breathed deeply to get the oxygen running to his head, because he wasn't thinking straight, and he didn't have a clue what he was going to do. He desperately needed his mind to work again. 

They got inside the car, and Jungkook hid his smile. Jimin smelled divine with velvety roses, jasmine, and some raspberries — a floral and sweet combination. "Were you also waiting for someone?" Jungkook asked, now turning toward Jimin so he could boldly look at him. 

"No," albeit Jimin's heart was pattering like rain on cold stone, he kept his semblance outwardly. 

Jungkook nodded his head in understanding while thinking. "Then what are you doing here? Isn't this place far from your house?"

This had Jimin. Why was he here? Did he hope to run into Jungkook somehow? Or was it just a dumb decision he made? But one thing was sure, he did skew his car in this direction because the path was familiar from when he had driven the boy home once. "Just like that. I have been to places in my area more than ten times. I wanted to go to someplace new."

Jungkook hid his simper again, realizing how Jimin's eyes were shaking when he was looking at him. The difference between the first time and now was more than what he could ever manifest. They were silent again. Jimin started the engine and turned on the AC, so they could sit comfortably. "Jimin," Jungkook spoke in a tone as if he was going to propose something. It made the older male look at him with curved brows. "I am glad that you helped me again. You are a very nice guy. Too bad you are not even a little bicurious."

The older cleared his throat and turned on the stereo, looking ahead and patting his foot on the car mat. It became too much even for Jungkook to utter anything anymore. He sat silently too, leaning against the leather seat and spreading his legs so he could tuck his hands between his thighs. 

This was getting awkward, and Jungkook knew he had to make the best of this situation. This was his chance. "You never texted me." He said after a few minutes.

"Why would I text you?" Jimin snorted in a ridiculed tone, observing the audacity of the teen. 

"The same reason why you followed me."

Jimin closed his fists, wanting to punch the smirk the boy had on his face, but he breathed. Jungkook suddenly opened the car door and jumped out, surprising Jimin. "Let's text sometimes. I will DM you. Thanks again for the save."

Jimin wanted to protest, but he had no grounds. Why would he want Jungkook to stop and remain seated in his car to feel awkward? Once his mind established that, he nodded, seeing the boy walking back to the cafe. Then he spotted two men behind the hazy glass door the boy hugged.

"Such a doll face and you make friends with big boys, huh? You are trouble, Jungkook." Jimin shook his head and took notice of a little throb his dick did. "What is wrong with you?!" He yelled at his crotch before turning around his car and driving away. 

**

Jimin stood in front of Hoseok, seeing his bewildered look after he had shown up at his place unannounced, and asked, "Kiss me!"

Hoseok's eyes went wide and he looked at Yoongi, who was sitting down on the couch. "You do realize that my boyfriend is sitting right there." Hoseok pointed. 

Jimin now shot a quick spectating and mortified glance at the shorter male, only to groan and fall on the couch beside him.  "You are gay," he said to Yoongi. 

The man stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Thank you for stating the obvious."

"How does it work? What's the deal with gays?"

"Well, you can't find out unless you try. Wanna kiss me and find out?" Yoongi said in a rasp and an extremely flirty tone. 

"You would want that. Won't you?" Hoseok threw a toss-pillow at Yoongi's face.

Jimin raised his brows at Hoseok for clarification. "We have a cheat sheet," the lawyer mumbled. "We are in agreement that if ever Noah Centineo comes to me and asks me to have sex with him, I will. And it won't be counted as cheating. And his cheat sheet has your name on it."

"Relax!" Yoongi chuckled. "I know you are straight. We set the names of our desirable men. We knew that it was never going to happen."

"Speak for yourself," Hoseok mumbled again, "Noah is coming for a movie promo. You two have my blessing, but don't stop me from going to the fan event."

Yoongi looked at Hoseok and then at Jimin with a smirk, his hand suddenly rubbing the younger's knee. "What do you say, sexy?"

"Eww," Jimin stood up, looking at Hoseok for help, but the man scoffed in derision. "This was a mistake!" He turned around to leave. 

"Wait!" Yoongi enunciated, his face now sincere and his voice clear with no hint of mockery in it. "Do you wanna tell us what's going on?" He asked once Jimin stopped. 

"Don't tell me it's that yellow hoodie kid again," Hoseok threw his hands in the air in dismay. Yoongi raised his brow at Hoseok. "The one who catfished." Hoseok gave the background quickly.

Jimin sat down on the couch again with a disgruntled grunt. "I know I should be smart. But I can't help it, guys. I mistakenly followed him on Instagram and he has followed me back. He has a way of popping up right in front of me. And I still don't think I can kiss any guy," Jimin's face was scrunched up as if he was going to throw up. "No offense, Hoseok."

"He'll take none," Yoongi interjected. "Go on."

"Well..." Jimin's mouth stifled the words. He didn't know what to say. "I don't know what to tell you. But I am just curious... To try. But I don't know how much I want and if I can go through with it. I mean it's obvious that the mere thought of kissing a guy still makes my stomach nauseated." 

"Hmm," Yoongi thought. "Have you watched porn? Gay porn?"

"Yup, been doing it for weeks now."

"So... Comfortable with everything there?"

"I guess, but I can watch them kissing without difficulty. The problem comes when I can't imagine myself doing it with anyone."

"Not even with him?" The man asked carefully and Hoseok kept listening to the whole conversation mutely. 

Jimin took a moment to think. "No," he shook his head. "Not even him."

"Then text him," Yoongi urged, wanting Jimin to take out his phone. 

Hoseok suddenly launched himself at them. "No," he said sternly. "Not that kid. You can meet someone new. But that shit was messed up."

"But I don't feel this curiosity with anyone else. I tried. I know how stupid it is, but he's the only one who can... Have these desires... In me. "

"Maybe you actually like him. Maybe you can do it with him." Yoongi suggested.

"Or maybe you just like anal, you know. Wait. You want to be the one to top-"

"Obviously!" Jimin sneered and then looked down. "Maybe I can try anal with a woman first."

Yoongi clicked his tongue. "Not the same. The idea of a man on a man, it's just too raw and there is something so fiery that you won't have the same feelings with any woman."

"What do I do?!" Jimin intoned. 

"If he wants you to fuck him, and you think you also want it, fuck him." He stated as if it was an obvious answer.