Sinner

Jimin

      "H-Hoseokie..." I whine as his hand moves under my boxers to squeeze and stroke my aching length. He moans low and bites my neck. It's been like this since we left camp. Both of us making up for lost time every few precious minutes we can together.
     "You feel so good..." he gasps, jerking my pants down my legs roughly. I try. I really try not to let myself picture someone else above me, touching me...making me feel heavenly.  I've let myself come to terms with the fact that I'll never have an actual chance to be with Min Yoongi.
Be his friend? Sure, I promised and meant it but I can't let myself fall back into such an overwhelming infatuation with him once more. It wouldn't be good for any of us. I've hardly seen him anyway since we stopped being roommates. The whole last month of camp, Yoongi pretty much avoided me like the fucking plague.
     I moan into Hoseok's mouth as he works my body expertly to make me lose control. Believe it or not, I'm not too big on these parties but alone time with my boyfriend? Hell yes.
     "Fuck me!" I cry out desperately as he groans and mumbles against my skin.
      Within seconds both of us are naked and grinding against one another like a perfect puzzle, his body slipping into mine like a work of art. My thighs lock around his waist and I work my hips against his until we're both panting and screaming for release.
"Uh, uh, uhhhgnnh..." I cry out loudly, closing my eyes tight, as cum covers both our stomachs. I clutch him hard as he releases seconds later deep inside me.
He collapses on top of me, moaning my name. We don't move as our tired bodies relax then he rolls off me glaring at the ceiling, tucking his arms behind his head.
I frown at his angry expression. Tentatively I sit up on my elbows. "Hoseok? What's wrong, babe?" My voice is small. Was I not good enough?
He scoffs. "How could you?" He turns his scowl on me.
I flinch, surprised and not understanding what happened. "W-what do you mean?"
"You don't even know, do you?" He shakes his head, smiling bitterly.
"..."
"You weren't thinking of me at all, were you?"
"..."
"You called out his name." He grunts, kicking the sheets back and tugging his clothes on. I cover myself.
"Huh?" I try to think back. Still clueless.
He stops suddenly and pierces me with the most bitter expression. "You called out my brother's name as you came, Jimin! How could you? Knowing how much I hate him! You fucking said Yoongi's name as I fucked you! What, do you want him now? Am I not good enough?" He screams, throwing my shirt at me.
Fear pierces me as I quickly throw my clothes on and crash into his arms as he tries to leave.
"Please! No! I d-don't remember that! I love you! You know that!" I cry.
He shakes his head sadly at me, forcing the door open and my arm off him. "You're such a fucking whore, Jimin. Why don't you just go fuck him like you want to?" He scoffs, exiting the room and stomping down the stairs.
I blink back tears as I fall back on the edge of the bed and let the sobs break out. People high in the hallways snicker at me and joke about 'lovers quarrels'. Assholes.

      Sometime later I decide to grow the fuck up and leave the room. Namjoon stumbles down the hall, smirking all the way.
     "Jiminie!" He coos, throwing his arm around me. Clearly drugged out but that's just how he is. Always on something or someone.
      I force a smile. "H-hey. Great party."
      He chuckles. "Thanks. Want to know a secret?" He slurs, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
       I nod, hoping he just quickly tells me and let's me go. I want to leave.
       "I totally snagged a fucking hottie here! Never been to one of my parties, I would have remembered him." He chuckles. "You have to see him." He winks. "Gave him some of my finest fuck drug they make. Spent a small fortune on it." He cackles.
      Shaking my head, I let him lead me to his private room. Weird, he never invites anyone into his room. Shrugging it off, I peak inside. Instantly my insides freeze as the person unconscious on the bed comes to view.
Yoongi. What is he doing here?! I quickly glance at Namjoon as he smirks down at me.
"Uh, he's a friend of mine. Did you say you gave him d-drugs?" I swallow hard as he lays lifeless on the bed.
He chuckles, gazing at him sexily, nodding. "Oh yeah. Was gonna try him out. Making him loosen up a little. He seemed tense."
I'll bet. How the hell did he end up at a party in the middle of the night? I think about how his appa might react to finding him here. Shit. I picture the scars as well as new ones forming on his perfect pale skin.
"He needs to go home." I mumble, striding into the room and taking his hand lightly, tugging him up into my arms. I look up to see Namjoon shrugging.
"I thought Hoseok was your bitch? Cheating now, Jiminie?" He chuffs.
Rolling my eyes, I flip him off. "I said he's just a friend." I clarify.
"Whatever. I didn't give him too much but if he's never tried anything before I'd keep an eye on him. Might not want to take him home right now, though. Just a suggestion." He sniffs. "That shit will kick in soon and he's going to be going through some shit."
I groan. "Why did you do this?! Where am I supposed to take him?"
He shrugs, glancing back at his other party goers. "Wherever the you want. You two can stay here or leave but don't fuck on my bed! Find another room for that, bitch." He waves is off and turns down the hall.
Shaking my head, I truly wonder why the hell I thought coming here was a good idea. At least I'm able to protect Yoongi from being raped or something. Drugs? Shit. Yoongi's going to lose it when he comes to and realizes what happened. I know how hard he comes down on himself and he's going to freak.
Sighing, I get up and close the door, locking it behind me and head back to the bed, pulling Yoongi's head in my lap as I run my fingers through his silky hair.

I notice his attire for the first time. His jeans are definitely Hoseok's. The hoodie I don't know about but it looks damn good on him. I lean back and close my eyes, hating myself for still wanting him so bad. It'll never happen, Jimin. Just fucking grovel to Hoseok so he'll come back and forget all about Yoongi.
Ridiculously unnecessary tears run down my cheeks as I clutch Yoongi closer to me. I just don't want to let this go. The images of him holding me and kissing me...they would never come true but I knew that anyway.
Opening my eyes, I look down to find Yoongi watching me with hooded eyes. His pupils dilated alarmingly. I stop stroking his hair as he reaches up to touch my face.
"So...beautiful..." He groans, shutting his eyes once more.
I blush. He's more beautiful but I keep my mouth shut. Don't get your hopes up. It's just the drugs. He doesn't really think this...get over yourself.