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Chapter 8

Jimin's moans rang throughout the room, accompanied by the sounds of skin slapping as the young male moved on top of Yoongi. Yoongi was trailing his lips along Jimin's neck, nipping at the skin every so often as he thrusted his hips to meet Jimin's, small grunts and groans leaving him. The pitch of Jimin's moans increased every few thrusts until he finally came on his and Yoongi's stomachs. He slumped against Yoongi's shoulder, unable to hold himself up any longer as the older continued thrusting into him to chase after his own release. Yoongi came with a low groan, panting heavily as his hips finally stilled.

As soon as Jimin caught his breath, he was pulling his head off of Yoongi's shoulder. "That was great~" He said, still breathing heavily as he climbed off of the older male's lap and grabbed a few tissues from the box on the bedside table to clean himself up as best as he could.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yoongi asked as Jimin started to redress himself, pulling the condom off of his member and tossing it on the floor with a mental note to clean it up later, as he was too tired to do it now.

"I'm going over to Sejun's." Jimin answered nonchalantly as he buttoned his jeans, grabbing his black hoodie from the floor.

An unidentifiable emotion burned in the pit of Yoongi's stomach at the mention of Jimin's other fuckbuddy. "Oh...cool~"

Jimin stared at him weirdly as he tugged his hoodie over his head, confused by the tone in Yoongi's voice. "What's up with you? You've never had a problem with me leaving right after before."

Yoongi shrugged as he responded. "Well you've never really gone to fuck somebody else right after fucking me before." The second those words left his mouth, Yoongi regretted it.

Jimin scoffed loudly, glaring at the other male. "Are you serious right now?"

"Jimin-"

"No! Fuck you!" Jimin exclaimed, walking out of the bedroom. Yoongi immediately climbed out of the bed and ran after him, finding him already putting his boots on by the door. He once again tried to say something, but Jimin stopped him. "You don't own me Yoongi. If I want to go and have an orgy two seconds after sucking you off, then I'm gonna do it. You have no right to get mad at me for meeting up with Sejun right now."

"I know, Jimin-"

"Of all the people who would try to slut shame me, you were definitely the lowest on the list. Guess I should have known better."

Yoongi looked at Jimin wide-eyed, fully realizing what it sounded like he was implying with his earlier statement. "Jimin, I wasn't trying to-"

Jimin just threw his backpack over his shoulder, having come over to Yoongi's apartment right after getting out of class, and opened the door, shooting Yoongi another glare. "And for your information, I really am just going over there to study, asshole." He slammed the door behind him.

As soon as the shock wore off, Yoongi slapped his hand against the wall beside him. "Fuck!"

***

Taehyung was in heaven. Hoseok had invited him over to his apartment for the first time and offered to cook him dinner. After enjoying some delicious stuffed chicken, the two had retired to the choreographer's living room where they talked for just a few minutes before ending up in the position they were currently in: Taehyung lying down on the couch with Hoseok hovering over him, one hand rubbing Taehyung's side under his shirt as their lips moved together. Taehyung's mind was completely clear as Hoseok nipped at his bottom lip, quickly running his tongue over the area before slipping it inside of Taehyung's mouth. The only thought that seemed to appear was how good Hoseok was with his tongue.