Requested by: -fabjin (GO FOLLOW HER BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO AND BECAUSE SHE'S FUCKING AMAZING!!!)
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"Behind Closed Doors (Sort Of)"
"Fuck you." Jung Hoseok growled viciously at the younger male under his breath, his eyes narrowed, closely watching his boyfriend's every single move.
"Well that's kinda the idea, Hobi hyung." Park Jimin stated winking seductively at the older boy as he slowly unbuckled his own belt of his pants. Hoseok locked his eyes onto Jimin's deadly naughty hand which dipped under the waistband of his own boxers, before pulling out his erection, throbbing and leaking. Hoseok licked his lips at the sight, and he also felt his stomach churn deeply with arousal. Jimin continued the little 'show' for the older dancer by languidly stroking himself, just to drive his boyfriend insane. Hoseok felt a single drop of sweat slowly trickle from his forehead, passed his jaw, down his slick skin, and he shamelessly gasped loudly when it rolled over the hard bud of his nipple. The older boy struggled against his bonds and he swore to himself that if Jimin did anything else to torture him in this horrible way---
"H-Hoseok . . . mhhh~ that's it baby." Jimin groaned to taunt the older idol. That's IT. Park Jimin has officially killed his older boyfriend, Jung Hoseok.
Hoseok felt tears collecting in his eyes, and his chest heaved heavily. He hated Park Jimin with all of his heart at that moment. He threw his head back and moaned, his voice bouncing off the thin walls of their room, and his thighs trembled slightly due to the pressure that had been building up inside of him. Just when he was about to scold the younger male, two of his band mates barged inside the room, their laughs dying out, and smiles quickly fading away once they realized what was going on. The older rapper's eyes filled with slight horror as he reached over to use his hand to cover the group's maknae's eyes. Hoseok tried to turn in his chair to see who was there but had no luck.
"Hey-- umm, Hoseok? Me and Jungkookie are going to go out and I'm gonna need to borrow your car so we can go to the beach. I was gonna ask you if you'd like to come, but it looks like you're busy. So, can I borrow your car?" The words instantly hit Hoseok's ears, but it was as if he wasn't really processing what Min Yoongi was telling him. At least, he assumed it was the older rapper since Hoseok himself was the only one who knew about Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook's relationship. In fact, not even the young couple themselves didn't know that Hoseok knew; the two young men were terrible at being secretive.
"F-fuck, I-I don't care, j-just get out o-of here, goddammit." Hoseok whined while stammering, wanting the two idols to just leave already.
"We'll take that as a 'yes,'" Hoseok finally turned his chair enough to see Jeon Jungkook smile and chuckle as he took a hold of Yoongi's hand, and linking their fingers together. "Come on Yoongi babe. Let's get out of here. Hoseok and Jimin won't be getting any quieter, anyway. Plus we still need to buy sunscreen."
Hoseok saw Yoongi's ears and whole face turn completely red in embarrassment, and his eyebrows knit closely together. Jungkook looked at his boyfriend confused for several seconds straight, before realization finally dawned on his face, his expression turning into panic, eyes sparkling with fear, and his mouth fell open in shock. Yoongi stomped his foot with a huff, before he reached up to the younger male and dragged Jungkook by the ear down the hallway, completely ignoring Jungkook's whines of protest. Hoseok looked at his- surprised -boyfriend then nodded towards the door with pleading eyes.
"A-are Jungkook and Yoongi hyung together---"
"Jimin can we please just not talk about Sugakookie's relationship status right now, my boner is about to rip out of my pants." Hoseok pleaded cutting the younger off. Jimin didn't say anything as he untied the ropes restricting Hoseok from moving, and fixed his own clothes before heading towards the doorway- still not one word. "Umm, excuse me Jimin-ah, where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"I need a shower. And no- you can't come with me. I'm tired." Jimin smirked and turned back around- once again heading for the door. And in that moment, the last straw of Hoseok's sanity, his last ounce of tolerance suddenly vanished out of thin air. He stomped over to Jimin, grabbed the younger's arm, and pulled him back into their bedroom so he could close and lock the door. Hoseok then grabbed a hold of Jimin and threw him onto his own bed, and crawled above the younger dancer.
"Who said I was fucking done with you, you little shit?" Hoseok growled glaring down at the young idol beneath him.
Jimin dramatically rolled his eyes at the older male before responding. "Well get on with it, then. Show me what you got. Who cares if Seokjin hyung comes banging on the door to shut us up."
Hoseok bit his lower lip, and closed his eyes at the thought, getting lost in his thoughts for a moment, until he heard his own leather pants snap. "Holy shit, I fucking love you Jimin." Hoseok panted out, breathlessly.
"Well I would hope so," Jimin retorted. "If you didn't, all that seducing I worked so damn hard on would have gone to waste."
"Shut the fuck up." Hoseok rolled his eyes at the comment.
