SMALL DOSES || JIKOOK✅

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JIMIN POV

I took a few cleansing breaths, trying with everything I had
to push away the deluge of
feelings warring within me.

Leaning against the stone-cold wall of the coffee house I
pulled out my pack of cigarettes, hands shaking as I shoved one between my lips and lit up.

Jesus, I was a mess but who could blame me for my state after the morning I'd had?

I'd been happy enough to watch the conversation flow between the three of them, finding it impossible to stop staring at Jungkook every chance I got.

Not much of a revelation there.

The moment he'd sat down next to me, I was pretty much doomed.

First, there'd been Jungkook's inability to notice the waiter's wanton looks and overexaggerated smiles.

He was being hit on hard and jealousy had once again begun
to bubble in my gut as the dark-haired douche canoe leered
at him without apology.

But that was just the beginning of the torture I was set to endure because as I'd watched his full lips move while he spoke, eyes warm with joy as he'd bantered with my cousin and his boyfriend, I couldn't help but be fascinated.

Riveted.

Totally engrossed.

What the hell was that about?

And last, after the subject of my piercings had come up and he'd allowed me to feed him, my already aching cock had then begun to throb with need and
all I could think about was
having his mouth on me again.

Not such a stellar idea, considering I was in a public place with no way of finding relief.

The only reason I hadn't screamed my frustration to the heavens was because it was obvious Jungkook had been grappling with a similar problem.

Attempting to do what I could to will my cock to stand down had been close to impossible and
I realized I was losing a fight
I'd felt helpless to win.

To make matters worse, the waiter had then gotten it into his pea-sized brain that it was okay to touch Jungkook's hand and warn him the plate was hot, all while leaning in far too close.

Hot, my ass.

Then when he'd offered up
his number?

The gall of the man.

I was hornier than I'd ever thought possible, my cock behaving like a heat-seeking missile when it was around him.

Even his bold-faced lie about never having been with some
one who had a pierced cock
had done little to quell my lust.

Staking a claim on someone so
I could get sucked off, yeah,
I'd done that on more than
one occasion.

But this?

This was a whole other level of intense and while I'd sat in the man's presence.

Breathing in his musky scent, foreign thoughts and feelings continued to spread through
my every nerve and I'd
become more and more
pissed because of them.

If circumstances were different,
if Jungkook wasn't, well...

Jungkook, the situation I'd
found myself in wouldn't have affected me so much.

But they weren't and it did.

And I hated it, because
admitting my weakness would only serve to make me feel exposed.