Slave To The Rhythm

Chapter 6

Jimin listened intently, smiling a little. It had a nice reason. Somehow, he kind of felt bad that Hoseok doesn't dance anymore. As he was chewing his lip, thinking, he gasps and blushes hard when Hoseok suddenly holds his lip and pulls it out, but his words make him blush even more.
A-arousing!? Jimin... Aroused him?
He jerks away from his hand instantly and looks away, outside the window, quietly. He doesn't know what to say anymore.
His heart was beating like crazy and he just hoped that Hoseok didn't do anything else. It's not right!

Hoseok shook his head as Jimin jerked away from his touch. He was being stubborn again, and as much as it turned Hoseok on, he wondered if he was really that revolting. Was his touch that gross? Then again, he couldn't blame the boy. It was socially wrong for a stepfather to want his stepson so much, especially sexually.
The atmosphere grew awkward once again. He kept his hands to himself, tightly gripping the steering wheel. When they arrived, he simply said, "You can go. We're here", not sparing the boy a second glance. He was irritated, both sexually and emotionally.

Jimin heard the irritation in his voice and somehow... that stung. Why can't they just have a simple relationship?
He doesn't look over to him but tries to open the seat belt. In his hurry, he hurts his hand, creating a gash running more than halfway down his finger. He jerks it back in pain, blood now oozing out of the wound. The belt was still stuck so he tries to open it again, wincing in pain whenever it hurt his finger again.

Hoseok noticed the boy injure his hand, causing him to slightly panic, as he undid his own seatbelt. "God dammit Chim!" "Why weren't you more careful!" he opened his door, stepping out of the car, and rushing to the passenger side, opening the car door. He reached over, and undid Jimin's belt, their faces in close proximity. He took Jimin's hand, examining the wound. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't pretty either. In panic, Hoseok took the boy's finger and put it in his mouth, cleaning it of the blood, before ripping a piece of his shirt and wrapping it around Jimin's hand. "Let's just go to the medical office. I presume there's one here in this college." he said huskily, just realizing how sexual his actions must have been.

Jimin eyes widened at the name. Chim? Now he had a nickname? Somehow it tickled his mind... but he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. He watches how a panicked Hoseok comes over to his side and he absolutely stops breathing when he leans in so close. He blushes furiously as his heart races. He whimpers as Hoseok sucks on his fingers, more from the shock than the pain. As Hoseok tears his shirt to cover his finger, he wonders, why does he care so much? And it's just a small wound, not something life threatening.
"Mr Jung, it's just a small gash! Nothing important really!"
He hears the roughness in Hoseok's voice. Does it... Does this also... arouse him? It thrilled him somehow... though he doesn't want to dwell on it. As he is pulled out of the car he follows Hoseok as he pulls him into the building
"Mr Jung, really! I can do it myself! It's just a scratch, it doesn't even hurt!"

"Nonsense, you fucked up your hand." Hoseok fought back, using the control on his keys to lock the car doors. Still holding on to the boy's injured hand, he entered what he assumed was a health office. Seeing someone at behind desk there, he quickly walked up to the woman, in panic. "I need assistance. Please" he said, looking down at the woman.
"What can I do for you handsome?" the woman purred, not even paying attention to Jimin behind Hoseok. "He's injured his hand, and needs it patched up." Hoseok motioned over to Jimin.
"What's your name?" the woman asked, completely ignoring what he had just said. With furrowed brows, Hoseok looked at the woman, angrily. "Listen here lady. My boyfriend is bleeding out, and I don't have time for flirtatious secretaries. Either you help him, or I'll take him somewhere else. " he growled. The woman backed up at the mention of a boyfriend, which Hoseok had not realized he even said. "Send him back there." she replied saltily, scowling and pointing to a room that read nurse/medical assistance. Hoseok walked right past her, not even sparing her a second glance, before opening the door, to see an actual nurse. "Thank god." he groaned, closing the door behind him.