I REALISED I NEVER MADE AN ARCHIVE FOR MENTIONS OF RELIGIOUS BELIEFS. SO I APOLOGISE.
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the ride was uncomfortable. not for jimin, but for namjoon. his father drove in the front with jimin in the back. namjoon was going to sit in the front, but jimin insisted he'd sit besides him. jimin sat in the middle, so no matter where namjoon was placed, he was there to rub up against him. on the turns he would purposely push into him and grabbed his upper thigh.
namjoon felt flustered when his father was sitting right in front of them. he was listening to classical music and distracted by the road. he watched the homes pass by to save time. most people had many electronics in their homes. wire phones, television, radios. but inside the park mansion, there was nothing but vinyls that had certain pianists playing.
the setting seemed so different compared to the aura at the park mansion. people had smiles on their faces as they played with the children in their yard. namjoons eyes wandered at the other side of the car. he wanted to see the other half of the neighborhood, but he ended up meeting up with dark brown orbs. jimin's gaze was strong on him. his perfect eyebrows bent down to show a stern look.
"maybe i just don't know what to say," he says, "i can't believe i did what i did this morning," he whispers. it almost seemed like he was talking to himself. but the way he looked at namjoon told he was trying to speak to him.
"i-i liked it," he slowly made a smile appear kn his face. jimin just watched and made a face where small dimples above his smile lines appeared. they weren't prominent at all, but they still made him look beautiful.
jimin shrugged and leaned over to speak directly into his ear. "am i not what you expected?" the soft high pitched voice sent shivers down namjoons neck. it made him jerk his head back with his eyes closed and almost rolled back. jimin smirked when he found the elders weak spot.
namjoon kept his head up, not daring to move it. he inhaled deeply, catching a soft scent of cherries and vanilla. an odd combination that fell into his nose. he looked at the "innocent" boy to realise it came from him. he felt like it was the first time he's ever smelled the boy. he smelled like a heaven where only the sinful people go.
"we're here— namjoon, are you okay?" the father spoke. namjoon shook himself out of the trance jimin had him in. he blinked and looked around to realise they were at the church. jimin opened the door to namjoons side of the car. he slowly put one leg over namjoons lap. he froze and allowed his butt to sweep slowly across namjoons bulge. he almost let out a painful moan, but he clamped a hand over his mouth. jimin smiled when he jumped down onto his feet.
"jimin!" taehyung called for him. he was walking with hoseok towards the boy. "your face is red, what's wrong?"
hoseok rolled his eyes. "he probably has been doing what we told him to do. we didn't read that novel for nothing, you know."
taehyung turned and elbowed his side. "correction, you read the novel not any of us."
he crossed his arms. "if one of us is going to be loli—"
"holy shit it that the guy?" taehyung interrupts hoseok who blew out his nose in annoyance. jimin turns around to see namjoon slowly get out the car. his hair was slicked back instead of the mess it was in the car. his bottom lip jutted out as his eyebrows furrowed together probably from the problem he had to make go away in his pants.
"he's fucking hot," hoseok looks up breathlessly. "now i want to be the l—"
"you're twenty-two. it can't work on you. its gross if it was you." taehyung rolled his eyes. "besides. jimin's the one who lives with him."
"and seventeen fucking a thirty-year-old does work?" hoseok scoffed. jimin chuckled at his friends.
"oh, by the way," taehyung says suddenly, reaching into the bag that strung over his shoulder, "here's the cherry pops. they're big and round just like you asked for." he handed a small bag of twenty to him. jimin smiled and thanked his best friend.
"so how's yoongi doing?" he asks hoseok.
"still sick," he looks down. "but the hospital is working it's hardest to find out what's wrong with him." he tried smiling, but it failed as he couldn't find a way to be happy.
"jimin!" his father yells out. he turned around to see his father waving him over. he looks at his friends who understood and shoo'd him away. "where'd you get those?" he asks referring to the lollipops.
"oh! taehyung bought them for me for um, a friendship anniversary," he chuckled. namjoon saw through his little white lie. jimin locked eyes with namjoon who still had the look of lust in them. he started making his way to the entrance. jimin followed close behind, eyes trailed down somewhere that wasn't meant for another man to look at.
