control ◎ taegi

the naughty dreams of jimin

Jimin woke up from a pleasant nap. Much to his surprise, he was lying in none other than Taehyung's lap. Said adult now stroked his hair absentmindedly.

Although they had been friends for years, the overt display of affection from a character like Taehyung threw him off guard. Jimin flung himself upwards and out of his friend's grasp.

"Oh why~?" Taehyung's low voice whined, face scrunching up. "I want to stroke your hair, Jimin, let me stroke your hair!"

Jimin stood awkwardly in front of him and was unsure what to do.

"Uhh.. why?"

"Because, because, because. Your hair feels good in my hands."

Jimin's mouth dropped. If he didn't know any better from the look on Taehyung's face, he would say his best friend was flirting with him. But... Taehyung had Yoongi- right? Taehyung wasn't that kind of person, but Jimin was lulled back onto Taehyung's lap, where the hair stroking resumed.

As time went on, Jimin started to feel a little uncomfortable. What started out as an innocent show of affection changed into something quite different when Taehyung's other hand started massaging Jimin's leg.

"What the fuck man?" Jimin scowled. Taehyung batted his hands away.

"No. You've been working out too hard and I want your muscles to relax- see! Look how tense they are!"

Taehyung pressed particularly hard onto Jimin's calf, eliciting a gasp of pain. But when Taehyung looked up at him with those eyes, Jimin felt everything but pain.

His friend's hands went farther and farther up, massaging his thigh, until they came to rest on his hip. By this point Jimin was nowhere close to relaxing, and he knew Taehyung was perfectly aware of that.

"Jimin.." Taehyung started off. "You've been tired lately. Want me to help you there too?"

"What the fuck?! No! Don't touch- I said don't fucking touch!"

"I know you like it, Jimin." Taehyung's smirk sent Jimin wild.

And then he was falling off his chair, crying out loud for help. Jimin quickly realised his mistaken reality and fumbled back in his chair, ignoring completely his friend behind him.

"Mr. Park." Yoongi sighed, tapping his desk. "Are you quite done with dreaming?"

Jimin glanced up and immediately looked back down. He felt so fucking guilty. And then he saw his pants, and crossed his legs with a suspicious smile.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Min."

Jimin watched in horror as Yoongi's eyes surveyed him, then dipped right down to the centre of attention. He leant by his pupil's ear.

"I wonder who you were dreaming about, Mr. Park."

The object of Yoongi's amusement fell back in his chair exasperatedly as he walked back to the front of the classroom. Taehyung tapped Jimin's shoulder, and then his voice was whispering in his ear.

"Are you ok, Jimin?"

Jimin's skin crawled and so did he, straight out of the classroom and into the nearest bathroom. Yoongi stayed silent in amusement, but his eyes held a tint of anger that was yet to surface.

(a/n: I've been writing longer chapters lately, is that ok? would short chapters be better? let me know)