black blood

twenty four

im in the car rn going to best buy whatsup

i lied when I said there would be smut in this chapter lmaooo

the plotline is a lot different than I intended but the only way I'll be able to include more smut is if I change up the plotline and do some reconstruction so unless y'all want that then smut won't appear as much/early as you expected whoops

i cant say too much without spoiling yikes

anyway y'all knew that jikook is bound to happen rite

when yoongi finally caught his breath, he immediately pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

he and jimin had just had two rounds of sex.

he laid under the blankets next to jimin in his bed, who was equally as exhausted.

it's been a month, and they've had sex probably every day, or every other day at least

it made jimin feel terrible, but for the love of god he couldn't stop.

jimin asked for a cigarrete without words, and yoongi lit one and gave it to him.

"you know, this shit is gonna kill us both one day," jimin says. he stares down at the cigarette hanging off his lips in awe.

"probably got black blood, jimin. ive been smoking these things for so long," yoongi says. jimin bites his lip.

"did you ever think about stopping?" jimin asks, waving his own cigarette a little.

"nope. not really. you?"

"yea, a lot," jimin says.

sometimes he thought itd do him good. but it didn't.

quitting didn't change anything.

"how often did you have sex in busan?" yoongi asks out of the blue.

"as much as we do now," jimin responds."

"damn. you had sex way more than I do," yoongi says, smirking sideways at him.

"well I mean I'm a bottom, so," jimin says with a shrug. yoongi turns over to look at jimin, and they end up touching noses.

and the moment seemed proper, so yoongi leaned forward and kissed him.

it was nothing like their first or second kiss. it was immediately open-mouthed and passionate.

yoongis hand immediately found jimins dick under the blanket, with was limp from releasing so many times previously.

jimin whimpered upon contact, and nearly panicked when he heard his front door open and close.

he knew it was his mom.

he pushed yoongi away, but it he didnt get too far because yoongi held into him tight.

"my moms home," he whispers. yoongi smirks at him, suddenly quickening his hand movements, and jimin winces.

"you'll have to be quite then," yoongi whispers back, attaching his lips to jimins already marked neck.

and then they fucked for the third time today.

with yoongi, the feeling if being teased or forced to be quiet was such a great feeling.

but he still hated it so fucking much.

stage two.