Worth Your Weight (Silver and Gold)(BTSxJIMIN) Continued

20: Competition pt 2

At last in the comfort of his own room, Jimin laid down and sighed tiredly, his weakened body grateful for his soft sheets and mattress and the warmth and safety surrounding him. Not to mention all the space, unlike Jungkook's car. 

That little encounter he had with all the heirs was enough to make his head spin out of control. He was lucky they didn't stop him when he ran away. If that happened, he honestly wouldn't know what he'd do. He was never good at answering questions that were thrown at him all at once. 

What would he say? That he was in the mood? That he thought fucking Jungkook would be good? It wasn't. Jimin might even regret it, if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook was actually very good at it- even though it was his first time.

Jimin tried to push the thoughts of last night away, before it intoxicated him. But his mind was filled to the brim with sounds and images from it, playing on repeat. Jungkook's voice. Jungkook's face. His body touching his.. His large rough hands. Hot breath breaking him into even louder moans. 

It was too real to think about it. So vivid like I it happened only moments ago. The memories of it all drove Jimin crazy. 

"Ugh, fuck." Jimin whispered, pulling at his hair and biting his lip. He fluttered his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling, body twitching with sudden need and desperation for hands on it. He hated it. 

"Jimin, you can't." He told himself firmly. Trying to smash it into his head that it was wrong to want someone who was so fucking bad for him. And still such a mystery. Giving up his body alone to the younger was a terrible mistake. The regret was stabbing him at all angles. And yet he wanted more. 

"You can't…" his voice was weaker this time. Sounding quiet. Like he gave up. Eyes shutting softly as his breathing calmed back to normal. He started to remember the moment he met Jungkook and then he immediately sighed. "Right. There's no way he's that shy…" Jimin recalled the way he acted last night and also this morning. He was pretending. 

Ping!, Jimin suddenly heard from his laptop, interrupting his thought. He got up and he went to check up on his notifications. He scrolled through them when he gasped- several comments reminding him of the Live he promised. 

"Fuck! I completely forgot!" Jimin scrambled to his closet to pick out an outfit to wear but the mirror on his wall made him freeze. His makeup smeared, hickies and bruises all over his skin like magic. And messy hair, sticking everywhere like he just rolled out of bed after having a crazy dream… or sex. He was a complete and utter mess. Now he wondered what the others thought of him. His face flushed crimson and he slapped his forehead. 

They must think I'm easy now… 

He looked at the door and groaned, hand slipping down his face in frustration. "I have to go through the hall to the bathroom…" 

But without any more complaints, Jimin opened his door and stepped out. As quietly as he could, he walked down the hallway towards the nearest bathroom. His bare feet were slapping gently against the floor with each step but to his relief he heard noise from the kitchen still, the heirs probably not being able to hear him and were also too distracted to see him. 

"Jimin." The redhead jumped, almost letting out a screech but thankfully only a little loud-ish scream from his throat. His eyes were wide like a deer at headlights as he turned around. Hoseok. 

"H… Hoseok." Jimin gulped. He noticed how serious he was acting and knew why right away. His eyes right on his smeared up lip-stick. Just like before. Only his eyes felt even more sharp and piercing, not hiding anything of what is was thinking.