You Get What You Give || Jikook [ONGOING]

Chapter 7

Jimin slapped his hand against his mouth the same time his orgasm slammed into him. Jimin threw his head back his eyes closed tightly moaning beneath his hand as he rode his orgasm out feeling another spurt of hot cum spill over his hand that was still stroking himself. Jimin eventually dropped his hand from his mouth and opened his eyes head still thrown back to stare at his bathroom ceiling. His heart was thudding harder than he'd ever felt against his chest as he came down from his body thrumming high. His heart hammering like it was, was understandable considering he'd never experienced such an intense orgasm before. Not even with Taemin. Jimin dropped his head down and took in the mess he'd made. His cum painted his chest and legs while majority of it covered his hand that he'd used to jerk off. Jesus Jimin thought as he breathed out slowly.

There was a common misconception that if you were paralyzed your dick didn't work. Jimin could still get an erection, feel pleasure when he touched himself, and could ejaculate from that pleasure. It was something that Jimin was grateful for because it made him almost feel normal. Like he wasn't a complete failure of a human being. Jimin leaned forward and turned the faucet of his bath on. When the water was at the right temperature, he grabbed the extendable shower head and switched it on. The water now diverted from the faucet to the showerhead Jimin washed away the evidence of him masturbating to what happened between him and Jungkook which he couldn't get out of his head the whole night. It was all he'd been thinking about which was how he ended up here sitting in his tub washing his cum down the drain. It had been a long time since Jimin had felt the overwhelming need to masturbate instead of doing so out of boredom.

Jimin after he was satisfied that he'd gotten everything off himself washed himself up and rinsed himself off minus his hair. As he did, he thought about the other thing that happened today, seeing Taehyung. He hadn't seen Taehyung in almost two years not since he had said all those awful things to him lashing out at the first person who asked how he was which unfortunately had been Taehyung the day it happened. That day also happened to be the day that he realized that the Doctor's with their statistics which Jimin initially told them to shove up their asses had been right. He was never going to walk again no matter how much he wanted it. Part of him blamed Taehyung for that. It was Taehyung that he had been on his way to meet the day his life changed forever. The day that Jimin had lashed out at Taehyung, he had let him know that he blamed him. Told him it was his fault he was in the chair he sat from as he screamed at him. That he'd wished he'd never met him. That he hated him. That he never wanted to see him again. And after that day he hadn't.

After the dust had settled Jimin had felt like the worse piece of shit human in the world. It only compounded and added to the ball of hate and anger that had been steadily growing in his chest. Taemin leaving him not even a week after he had successfully managed to push Taehyung, the only person that he knew without a doubt cared about him, away was just the icing on the cake that was now his shit life. He basically shut down after that. Every day he just went through the motions praying and hoping that whenever he got any kind of infection that it would kill him and put him out of his misery because he himself couldn't do it. Because just like he'd told Jungkook he couldn't do that to his parents. Jimin had never more in his life wished that he had been born a selfish person, but he wasn't, and his parents hadn't raised him to be one.

Jimin towel dried himself off and wheeled himself out of the bathroom into his room over to his dresser. He pulled out what he typically referred to as his daily uniform, sweats, and a t-shirt. He didn't wear anything else. There was no reason to like he'd told Namjoon anytime he asked if Jimin wanted to. Jimin with his clothes in his lap rolled to the side of his bed and threw them on top of it. Jimin locked his chair and pulled himself into his bed. He lifted his torso, so he was sitting upright and pulled his shirt on. He grabbed his boxers and shifted his legs inward by his hands and placed each foot through each leg hole in the boxers and worked them up his legs. He did the same with his pants. Once they were at the top of his thighs Jimin laid back down and pulled his boxers up the remainder of his body rolling from side to side to make sure they were in place. He did the same with his pants. After that Jimin just laid there staring at his ceiling.