The Done Deal

Chapter 7

Just before he fell asleep, he realized they hadn't said a word to each other since Min had entered the apartment.

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Jimin woke up slowly, and the first thing he registered was a very naked and very warm body against his back. Yoongi hyung. They were spooning. Min's arms wrapped around Jimin, his breaths warm on Jimin's neck .

Telling himself not to be silly—the bed was just very narrow, and there simply wasn't much space—Jimin opened his eyes, blinking groggily.

And found himself looking at two little girls staring at them curiously.

Oh god

"Jimin's awake," Chae whispered, sucking on her thumb. "Can I be loud now?"

Sarang shook her head. "Mr. Min's still sleeping."

A tiny furrow appeared between Chae's brows. "But what is Mr.Min doing in Jimin's bed?"

"He's sleeping, silly!" Sarang said, forgetting to whisper.

Jimin felt the man behind him stir slightly and tighten his loose grip around Jimin's waist. Min mumbled something unintelligible, his lips brushing against Jimin's ear.

Jimin grimaced and tugged the sheets higher, making sure the girls couldn't see anything they weren't supposed to see.

Chae pointed at Min. "You told me to be quiet, but see, you woke him up!" She beamed. "Good morning, Mr. Min!"

"Good morning," Min said hoarsely right into Jimin's ear.

Goosebumps covered Jimin's skin. Ugh, even his morning voice is sexy. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Get a grip.

"Morning," he said at last, turning his head.

It was weird to see Min's hair so messy, but that, coupled with the relaxed smile and all that naked skin, did strange things to Jimin's insides. Min's dark eyes roamed over his face.

Jimin wasn't sure how to act. He wasn't sure where they stood.

"Why Mr. Min slept in your bed?" Chae asked. "He doesn't have a bed?"

Min's lips twisted in smile. "Something like that, midget," he said, still looking at Jimin.

"Don't call her midget."

"I don't mind," Chae said. "I'm short!"

"She doesn't mind," Min said, smirking at Jimin.

"Sarang, Chae go brush your teeth" Jimin said. The girls quickly ran out to do so.

Jimin reached for his shorts and pulled them on, wincing a bit in discomfort.

"Sore?" Min murmured, sitting up as against the bed.

Jimin hopped off the bed and threw him a narrow-eyed look.

Min's face was mostly inscrutable, but there was a hint of something in his eyes...

"Drop the smug look," Jimin said and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Don't you have a class to teach soon?"

"Yes," Min said, getting out of the bed. He looked so out of place in Jimin's messy, shabby room it wasn't even funny.

Jimin turned away, grabbed his trousers, and pulled them on, and the went out of the room.

Don't be ridiculous, he told himself. It had just been sex. Yes, sex with another man—sex with his professor—but just sex. He had no reason to feel flustered. They were adults, they had wanted each other and they'd fucked to scratch the itch. Simple. Nothing complicated about it. It didn't have to be complicated.