Jimin woke up, sniffing the bed with Jungkook's scent on it. His bed almost always smelled like Jungkook now. He recollected how he consoled the boy, saying "It's okay. I am here. I can go with you to play basketball."
"You don't have to do that." Jungkook had told him, before he wiped his tears, understanding that Jungkook need love more than being told what to do, and he ended up playing soft music while making love to the boy.
Now, it was messing with his head.
The splurge of feelings.
The fear of something anomalous.
"I need a fucking break!" It was plausible to get used to something which had become a routine, so he decided he would stir things up. It was the weekend and he decided that he needed the day for himself. He picked up his phone and saw Hoseok's missed call on it and immediately dialed his number. The man answered with a groan. "Hey, Ssup?"
"You called yesterday. Sorry, was busy."
"I know, I heard."
"You heard?" Jimin shook his head with a scowl in an attempt to jostle out of his sleepy stance.
"You have to lock your doors when you are having sex, Jimin. Especially with someone you wouldn't want anyone to hear."
Jimin closed his eyes in embarrassment. "Sorry that you had to hear that."
"There was music too."
"So?"
"Romantic. Don't you think you are spending a little too much time with him?"
"No... And it's none of your business. I am liking it and I have it in control." Jimin sighed, groaning softly and feeling the uneasiness wrack through his gut again, knowing that whatever he was feeling wasn't in control.
"What about Jungkook?" Hoseok asked.
"What 'about' him? " Jimin rebuked, feeling the headache coming now. This was too early for him to be having this conversation.
"You are a smart man, Jimin. It's always different for the submissives. I am just saying, do a reality check."
"Oh, don't worry," Jimin felt a storm rising inside him. "He's having as much fun as I am. In fact, I got a date with a lady, whom I am bringing over later." He hushed, feigning confidence.
"Choose smartly this time," Hoseok laughed in a mocking way.
"Oh, fuck you!" Jimin disconnected the call with a frown and threw his phone a little toward his legs.
No, I am not doing this. I am not thinking about this. I can never.
Jimin got up and pulled the sheets with him, ready to put the clothes in the laundry and then have a day to himself. After putting the dirty laundry in the machine, he brushed his teeth and cooked himself some breakfast.
He ate watched TV and then made his bed. By the time he was done feeding himself, the laundry was also done. He put the clothes in the dryer and started cleaning, dusting, and vacuuming. The entire house took him two hours to clean before he took the clothes out of the dryer. Then he realized he hadn't cleaned the kitchen yet, wanting to clean it at last.
By the time he was done with everything, he was a sweating mess.
Throwing the pair of clothes he had on his body in the washing machine, he went for a quick shower.
On getting out, he wore his perfume and changed into a white t-shirt and blue denim, simple yet stylish. He was all set, so he locked the house and left it.
**
Jungkook woke up and blushed, thinking about the previous day. Jimin was so different yesterday that he couldn't help but fall for him more. Not only the man knew how to make him scream, he knew how to make his knees weak and whimper at the delicateness of the feelings. He knew it was the weekend, which meant, Jimin would be at home, so he texted the man.
We can spend the whole day together. I told my grandmother that I took a part-time job and that I will be working more hours over the weekend because of the rush.
Jimin's phone chimed, and he looked at it at a red light.
Sorry, Jungkook. I am busy today.
Oh, okay.
Jungkook would have expected that after a meaningful day together, Jimin would want to see him just as much as he wanted, but alas! He felt like he didn't want to get out of bed anymore. Jimin was the only thing that was making him want to live. The pressure of university, the anxiety of making new friends, the nervousness of being lonely when his classmates were all away, some traveling, some visiting their grandparents — and now the dread of losing Jimin sooner than he expected. It all made him turn depressive.
He spent the day alone in his bedroom, and Jimin spent his day catching up with friends on lunch and then going to the bar to pick a chick to take back home. Deep down, he kept hearing a voice that said he shouldn't be doing this, but he doused it with alcohol.
A group of girls were staring at him and giggling, so he approached and asked one of them for a dance. The girl looked young and she was slim with her baby pink dress effectuating her body. When the girl agreed, they started dancing. "Can I buy you more of those drinks you were having?" Jimin asked at some point.
The girl nodded.
He dragged her to the bar and they sat there, taking shots and laughing with each other until the girl got touchy.
Jimin thought for a moment. He was too drunk to be driving, and he was too horny to be waiting, so he took her to the men's room and closed the door behind him.
The girl giggled and Jimin clashed his lips on her, shutting her up effectively and groping her breasts, groaning in lust. But more than anything, there was aggression in his actions, as though he was proving a point to himself. The action explicitly made her moan and it worked out in Jimin's favor as he smirked, turning her around and taking out his emergency condom from the wallet.
He placed her hands against the wall, holding her one leg up, and fucked her in a doggy. The girl screamed, moaned, and cried, begging for more. Jimin gave it to her. All the while he was fucking her, there was something in his head that was telling him to pull away. He closed his eyes and pictured Jungkook sucking his cock while sitting on his knees. It did it for him and he came in the condom, turning the girl around and kissing her madly before fingering her to her climax.
"One more," the girl said when Jimin cleaned the two of them.
"Other people are waiting to use the loo, darling. We should go to my car."
The girl shrugged, nodding and holding Jimin's palm to let him walk her there.
Just as the two scooted into the car, the girl straddled Jimin and started fucking herself. Jimin gasped, seeing that she had no underwear on and she was taking him raw, but then he started enjoying, so he leaned back and let her ride until she came again and then got down on the car floor in the cramped space to give him head.
He came in her mouth, looking at his semen all over her chin and lips with dim and lustful eyes.
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