want

2.9✿

"so you almost had sex with prettyboy?" minho asked, looking at taehyung. taehyung nodded and leaned back in his chair, a cocky smirk taking over his lips. minho let out a low whistle, leaning back in his own chair and crossing his arms, giving taehyung a slight nod of approval. "damn. props to you, kim."

"his moans?" taehyung sat up and licked his lips. he tapped his long fingers against the table. "absolute heaven. we were so close to fucking, man."

"what stopped you?" minho asked, watching as taehyung ruffled his hair.

taehyung cleared his throat and hummed lowly, his eyes darting around the cafeteria, lingering on where his boyfriend sat. he wasn't sitting crammed between seokjin and hoseok, like he was whenever he normally sat there, but rather in a spot where nobody was sitting next to him. "he didn't give full consent." his eyes flickered back to minho, "you know i won't do anything unless i'm given full consent."

minho gave taehyung a quick nod, "right. i like that."

"consent is important," taehyung mumbled, sinking into his seat, "no matter how sex crazed or deprived you are."

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"is that a hickey on park jimin's neck?" yoongi called out, a knowing look on his face when jimin sat down. the soft blonde's eyes went wide and he mumbled something under his breath, ears turning red and a hand flying up to his neck and covering it. jungkook looked up from his phone, locking it and letting it fall onto the table as he followed yoongi's gaze. he gasped, catching the attention of seokjin, namjoon, and hoseok as well.

"don't tell me you actually―" namjoon began, ready to scold jimin. hoseok, too, wanted to yell at him but he was too busy ogling the red-purple marks littering jimin's skin. seokjin simply frowned at jimin.

"no!" jimin quickly cut namjoon off, "we stopped before it went that far, hyung. i promise."

hoseok only nodded, as did namjoon. "alright, good."

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"so what did you talk about with them at the table today?" taehyung asked, hand squeezing jimin's thigh tightly. he slowed the car to a stop, finally looking over at jimin. jimin nervously chewed on his lip.

"they mentioned the hickey," he mumbled, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt to expose the prominent bruise. taehyung eyed it hungrily, hoping the day he got to cover jimin in them would come soon. jimin's tongue darted out to lick his lips before he started to talk again, "they chewed me out for it."

"ah, don't listen to them." taehyung crinkled his nose at the thought of jimin's friends. he'd dated nearly all of them―using them all the same way he is jimin. only difference is that he's treating jimin more gently he had them―for the time being, anyways. "not like yoongi and jungkook is any better."

jimin shrugged, "they've been together for a while. a year or two, or something. i forget. they really aren't as bad as it seems. i tend to exaggerate."

"still." taehyung mumbles, "why'd you want to sit with them? i told you, they're only using you."

jimin felt his lips fall into a frown, his shoulders slouching against the seat. "i don't know. i just felt the need to."

taehyung looked over at jimin before driving again, "i don't want you to sit with them anymore. just with me. we're boyfriends, we should always be together, baby."

jimin busied himself by tangling his fingers in the hem of his shirt, voice small as he answered taehyung. "okay."

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cough foreshadowing cough