hostage (jjk+kth)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Yoongi Focus

"So you heard everything?" I asked. Jimin nodded. "And last night, I had a dream." He said. "I think it was me remembering the conversation we had." I looked down. "You don't..." I sighed. "You don't think any less of me... Do you?" I asked. Jimin shook his head. "No. How could I? You know, just because I look happy on the outside doesn't mean that I don't secretly feel like crumbling on the outside." He said. I looked up at him.

"When I heard Jungkook say that you loved me outside that door, a little sliver of hope opened up for me. I didn't want to be alone and for a while, I felt like no one could understand me. I think I liked you the most because you seemed like you had lots to hide too. So I wanted to become close to you and find out what all those things were. Then, when I heard about your confession..." Jimin stopped. I looked down again. He's probably going to give me some reason he can't love me. Because it's not healthy for me to live with only him in my mind. "It's okay," I said. "I get it."

"Do you though?" Jimin asked. "That only gave me more hope. Of starting anew. Of finding reason with you on how to... you know, live. We can search for it together, and if we can't find it, at least we have each other."

"You make it sound like the reason isn't each other."

"It is, but there will be more. We'll find it. I know it."

I looked up into Jimin's eyes again, feeling a little happy. I kissed his cheek and smiled. "You make me want to try new things," I said. Jimin gave an eye smile and stood up. Let's go walk around. Maybe head to the subway crash?" I grinned at him. "For what exactly?"

"Oh, you know..." Jimin looked around and picked at his nail. "Same as always, I guess. To 'hang out' like last time or find more train cars like the one we-"

"Yeah sure, let's go."

Jimin and I headed to the subway crash site and walked to the train car we were in when I punched the rock. My blood was dried onto it and just looking at it scared me. It was a hell of a lot of blood. I looked at my hand, which healed quickly after Taehyung took a look at it. It wasn't fully healed yet, but I couldn't stand wearing all the bandages and shit.

"How is your hand feeling?" Jimin asked, also looking at the bloody cement rock. I shrugged. It's healthy enough that I could punch someone and not break it again." I replied.

"That's the unit of measurement that you go by?" Jimin asks, grinning.

"Eh, it works." Jimin rolled his eyes, still smiling. He grabbed my hand, pulled me over to the rock, and climbed up onto it. "Come on." He said. I smiled and climbed up to the top of the rock. I sat down next to Jimin and grabbed his hand. "So what are you planning to do?" I asked. Jimin shrugged.

"Back when we kissed for the second time here in this car, I got a little tired after two days," Jimin said. Before I could ask him what he meant, he continued. "I got a little confused after day two because what we had seemed boring. Loveless. You know?"

"No," I replied. Boring? What is he trying to say? I wondered. Jimin smiled. "It was all just kissing. Kissing and touching, but there was nothing between it all. Like, the entire time, it felt like you were trying not to get sappy with me or something. Like you didn't want to tell me you loved me."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I guess," I said. "I didn't know what to do. If I told you about my last confession, I thought maybe you would think I was obsessed or something. I just wanted our relationship to be filled more with some type of fun and not be too sappy. I didn't want to make it one of those relationships where fucking and stuff is rare or not even on the list. You know, too soft. Too cute. I didn't want you to think I didn't love you though..."

"Oh. Well, I did kind of wonder."

"Sorry. I didn't mean for that."

Silence passed between us and Jimin looked at me after a moment. "Did you say you didn't want fucking to be rare?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. I blushed. "Oh uh... Did I? Silly me ahaha-" I mumbled. Jimin grinned. "You did," He said. I let go of his hand and wiped mine on my pants. "Uh..." I began. How do explain-

Jimin moved closer to me and placed his hand on my thigh, uncomfortably close to my dick. "So..." He said. "What is it you wanted to do here?" He asked. He's fucking teasing me. I thought. I moved closer to him. "That's your decision." I said. "What did you want to do?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, sliding his hand to my inner thigh. "Just say it." He said. I slumped. "Fine. Maybe I am a little nervous saying things like this." I sighed. "I want to fuck you." Jimin squeezed my thigh and my breath hitched. "You think I'd let you do that?" He said, grinning. I frowned. What? He continued. "If anything, I'm going to fuck you." I grinned. "Ya sure? I think I would-"

"Nah, you're a sub and you know it." Jimin's hand moved even closer and he squeezed harder. Without thinking, I let out a low, quiet moan. Jimin smirked. "That is all the proof I need. I will fuck you." I was about to protest, but Jimin stopped me by shoving me flat down onto the rock and closing the gap between us with a kiss.

It started out with that kiss, but somehow, not even thirty seconds later, we were both stripped completely and the cold seeped into my skin from the rock. Okay. I thought, feeling Jimin'shand roam around me. Let's get it.

Okay, sorry I have to stop this here. There's only so much I can write on a school chromebook without getting in trouble, and I don't have anything else to write this smut in. Either I'll have to add in a smut and delay the other chapters, or I'll just not write one and keep a steady flow as best I can.

Oh, and also, guess who decided to TAKE A SHIT IN THE CAR while we were IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE! MY FUCKING DOG! Yeah, not fun to clean up.