Let's Play (ON HOLD)

"(Americano) Football"

Park Jimin smiled at the older boy beside him and reached his arms out to pull the raven-haired boy closer to himself. Jimin sighed with content before placing a small, loving, but very deep kiss to the other boy's lips. When he kissed back, Jimin felt his heart flutter quickly within his chest. Slowly, Jimin climbed above the black-haired boy, reattached his mouth with his own, and thrusted his hips against the older boy's. Jimin heard the other male gasp out loud, chest heaving heavily.

"Jimin-ah, you really should wake up. You don't want to get locked up in here do you?" Jimin groaned as he forced his eyes open slowly. Once his vision cleared, he noticed a rather petite male (whom must've been taller than Jimin by about a couple inches), wearing a filthy uniform for their school's American football team, neck and face covered with tattoos and piercings (Jimin wondered if that ever effected when the boy was playing ball). "C'mon Jongdae-shit told me to come pick you up. He can't cause he has to take his neighbor to the hospital. Hurry up!" Jimin mentally cursed as he pushed himself out of his chair, following (or rather stumbling) behind the taller male.

Jimin knew that this boy was one of Kim Jongdae's friends, but he felt awkward as hell since: 1.) Jimin personally only knew a few of Jongdae's sports friends, and 2.) this guy seemed like the strong and silent type. "So . . . wh-what's your hobbies?" Jimin asked attempting to break the ice

"Sports. Anything physical, really." The male replied quickly. "But if you're thinking that I wanna help you with your little problem, you're dead wrong." The student spat out.

Confused, Jimin looked down to find out he was hard, rock-hard, all thanks to his fucking dream. God, he hated the playboy with all of his heart. Blushing deeply, Jimin tried to regain his composure. "I-I wasn't--I-I- didn't--"

"Minseok hyung!!!" a familiar voice shouted. Jimin turned to find a dark-haired bumbling idiot, who was as tall as a tree, with ears as big as Jupiter, and a voice as deep as the depths of hell stumbling toward them, panting, wheezing, and out of breath. The football player might as well have been bathing in sweat. Jimin heard an annoyed groan come from Kim Minseok, and the shorter athlete rolled his eyes as he turned to face him.

"What do you want, Channie?!" Minseok snapped irritably. "I'm fucking busy."

Park Chanyeol's dark eyes darted between his hyung, Jimin, and Jimin Jr. quickly (though Jimin felt as though it had been several minuets that Park's gaze pierced through his soul); out of no where, Chanyeol slammed Minseok against a parked car, pinning the older's arms above his head with one hand, leaning so that their faces were only inches apart.

"What the hell?!! I'll fucking kill you, Yeol-ah!" Minseok screamed, squirming to get free.

"You weren't trying to take angel boy home here, were you?" Minseok groaned, rolled his eyes, then shook his head, but Chanyeol was apparently not satisfied. He gripped Minseok's chin with his free hand, forcing him to meet the younger's eyes, and stuck his thigh against Minseok's growing buldge . "Answer the goddamn fucking quiestion . . .hyung." Chanyeol growled, the last word dripping with seduction.

Minseok shakily breathed through his nose, closing his eyes. "No."

"Good. Now we have a code 506-7Red situation at the Art Hall. I need your help."

"Shit!" Minseok hissed, breaking apart from Chanyeol. "I swear to mother fucking god I'll bust his ass. Kyunshit~!" Minseok sent Jimin a text with the description of his car to Jimin's phone (how the hell did he have his number in the first place, Jimin had no clue whatsoever).

"Find it." was all the oldest said before tossing the keys to Jimin, and running to the Art Hall with Tree Man. Jimin's phone chimed with a text notification.

Minsucc

I'll drive you home once I'm done. Shouldn't take too long. If you dare try to drive it and scratch my vehicle, I'll make sure you don't have legs to walk with anymore got it?

       "Yes, sir." Jimin muttered quietly to himself, sighing heavily, and beginning his task.

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       Not before long after he began searching however he (once again) caught Mr. Playboy Min with yet another student. Granted, Jimin's jeans button popped off, and he crouched to get a better look. Good lord, Jimin needed Jesus.