An Encounter in their high school locker room changed Jimin's view, it leaves him unsettled. He is infected by troubling thoughts and dreams. Who will provide him peace now?
I reach down into my pants to adjust myself. All at once I am consumed with the idea of finding Hoseok again, somehow, right now, pushing him down, tonguing his ass into compliance, and then penetrating him roughly, unloading my cum into him. I let the thought run through my head but I'm able to keep just enough to the side of it to sense its oddness, its irregular shape and texture.
Its violence. No, there is something wrong with this, for sure. Despite my hard, leaking cock and my seemingly uncontrollable urge to find Hoseok, and find my way back inside him, I sense danger, and I am afraid.
Why is this happening to me? I find myself at the strip, presently, having been lost in these thoughts, walking on autopilot. In the bright sun, the garish colors of the building and signs, and the flashing of car metal, and windows are jarring, angular, and almost menacing. It's just a fucking Mcdonald's, Jimin Relax.
And then, suddenly, there he is, walking out of the McDonald's just as I am walking up to the door. I stop dead at the sight of him. Hoseok.
He is wearing a short-sleeved, button-down shirt, light blue. Light-pink shorts that partially expose his thighs. Black and white chucks with no socks.
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My fingers and lips tingle with the feel of him, his skin, and his hair. He holds the door open and a girl walks out behind him, a blonde girl, wearing black sunglasses. "Yo, Jimin!" he says when he sees me.
"What's up, dude?" "Hi," I manage to say, despite feeling like I've been doused with ice water. "How's your weekend, bro?" he says. He and the girl come to stand by me, next to a bike rack on the sidewalk by the entrance.
They're both sipping on straws extending up from large plastic cups. I stare at him, not understanding. How is my weekend? What does he mean? I look back and forth between him and the girl.
Who the fuck is she? Is he trying to pretend that we hadn't...Yeah, good," I say, after an awkward pause, then continue, "I, um... I mean. We..." Hoseok cocks his eyebrow at me. The girl turns to look at him and I see discomfort spread over his expression.
He interrupts me. "Hey, cool. You know, we gotta run, but I'll see you Tuesday at the dance hall, right?" he says, moving off with the girl toward the parking lot.
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"Sure," I say, dumbstruck. "See you then, buddy," he says, grinning at me. He slaps my upper arm, playfully.
Then he walks away. I watch their backs as they leave. He reaches out to stop the girl from walking out in front of a car speeding toward the drive-through, and then they cross the parking lot to opposite sides of a blindingly bright white SUV.
He puts his drink on the roof of the car and digs for the keys in his pocket. I am still standing there, like an idiot, but realize I am staring at them like a creep so I walk into the McDonald's. The smell of the grease and the cold of the air conditioning hit me at the same time.
It's packed. The people and the lights and the noises are overwhelming; I stumble around to the back of the restaurant and into the bathroom.
