I won't hurt you//kookmin

CRUSHING

It had been a week. An entire week and Jungkook was still thinking about Park Jimin. Jungkook wasn't the type to label himself, but if he did he'd choose pansexual. He really didn't care as long as you were hot, somewhat tight, and knew he only wanted sex. He didn't do relationships very well, and even when he was "going out" with someone there were no strings attached. Use 'em and lose 'em, that was his motto. But Jimin was a little different. The small boy consumed every waking thought of the older boy, and even made a few appearances in his dreams. And some dreams they were. Jungkook spaced out as his mind took him back to the dream he'd had last night.

*Jimin was lying in Jungkook's bed, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit. For some reason, the older boy could never picture the object of his fantasy naked. There was an innocence to the younger that Jungkook couldn't ruin, even in his dirty imagination. So, there lay the boy, pleated skirt fanned out over the toned thighs Jungkook remembered so well. His chest rose with every heavy breath and his hands tangled in Jungkook's dark locks. Jungkook himself was hovering over Jimin, his hands stroking his petite body causing soft breathy moans to erupt from the younger's mouth.
"Jungkook..." Jimin breathed. "Jungkook! JUNGKOOK!"

His voice changed to that of Jungkook's vocal instructor. Jungkook flinched as he was drawn out of his fantasy by the angry middle-aged man. "What?" He snapped.

"I hope that you were up late practicing the song you're going to perform and you're tired. That should be the only reason causing you to doze off in my class."

"That's not it."

"Then what has you so distracted?"

Jungkook was almost tempted to tell the truth, just to shock the old bastard into leaving him alone, but he didn't. He had a reputation to think of. Besides that, his illicit dreams were not something he wanted to share. "I was thinking of lyrics to a new song. It's about stupid teachers hounding their students." That remark caused the teacher to huff and turn away.

Jungkook shook his head. He needed to forget that boy. Nothing good would come from keeping him in his mind. And what could he do? He supposed he could find the boy, have a quick fuck, and then throw him away like he did most people. But then what? Jimin seemed like the type to catch feelings. Like, real quick. He tracked down Jungkook just to say thank you for something he did purely out of instinct. Jungkook had thrown away more people than he could count, never giving a shit about their feelings, but for some reason he didn't want to do that to Jimin. He couldn't even bring himself to think about enacting his fantasies and then hurting the small boy. Something in him seized at the thought.

His class finished and Jungkook walked out. He was starving, since he chose to skip lunch in favor of fucking some random chick he met in the cafeteria. What? Can you blame him? For seven days straight, he couldn't stop thinking about a certain short boy and it was stating to affect him. Dozing off in class, waking up at night with painful hard-ons and covered in sweat. He thought it would take his mind off things but it only made it worse. During the sex, his mind was picturing the boy from the staircase and making all sorts of comparisons.

Jimin's voice was softer when he spoke. His legs seemed more toned and his ass was rounder when he bent over to pick up his papers. His hands were more delicate, and soft, and would probably feel better as they left scratches on my back.

Jungkook couldn't help himself.

Back to his search for food. He found his bike in the student parking lot and removed the lock he placed on the tire. It was well known that his motorcycle was more important to him than any human life, so the lock wasn't really necessary at school, but it never hurt to be careful. Some dickhead or other might finally grow big enough balls to actually try to steal Jeon Jungkook's precious bike one day.