Jimin was waiting on Hoseok's doorstep. His over-sized sweater (well, Hoseok's sweater) was damp from the sprint he had done to get the fastest to his boyfriend's house.
He had knocked and Hoseok opened the door for him. "Hi baby, why are you here?Come inside." Jimin stepped inside, looking at the ground. He took off his shoes, putting them netly next to the door. He followed Hoseok to his bedroom, staring at the red haired boy's back of the head.
The two of them sat on the bed. An awkward silence took place in the room. Neither of them spoke for some minutes before Jimin literally jumped on Hoseok, attacking Hoseok's lips with his own. Hoseok was surprised by Jimin's aggressiveness in his kisses. It went like this, Jimin dominating Hoseok and Hoseok undergoing Jimin. It was so sudden. Usually, Jimin was way more submissive with Hoseok.
After a moment, Hoseok felt tears on his face. Jimin was crying while kissing him. Hoseok stooped, alarmed by Jimin. "Jimin, why are you crying?" Jimin grabbed Hoseok's hoodie in his fists, tucking his head in his boyfriend's neck. He cried and cried and cried for a whole hour, nonstop. "I-I-I'm s-so sorry!" He repeated like a chorus in a song." I'm so so so sorry!" Hoseok didn't know why he was sorry for, but he knew it was nothing joyful. " Why are you crying baby?" Tried asking Hoseok, hugging Jimin in his arms. Jimin shook his head. He smelled Hoseok's soap scent, but he only imagined Yoongi's in his head.
"My head is saying yes but my heart is saying no."
"What the fuck are you meaning babe?"
"Do you love me?"
Why the fuck...?
"Yes I do."
Jimin switched their position, Hoseok now on the top and him under his boyfriend. He locked his legs around Hoseok's hips, crossing his ankles behind so he would not move. He brought Hoseok's ear to his lips and with a whisper he said," then love me."
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Jungkook's phone rang in the quiet room. He picked up his phone from under his pillow and pressed on the green button.
"Yes mom?"
Only his mom would call him at two in the morning, even on a school day, and without caring that they were in different time zone.
"Honey, I call just to tell you that Tzuyu and I are coming back Sunday morning. I want the house to be as clean as it was before I left."
It was Tuesday, so he had approximately five days to tidy the living-room, the kitchen, outside and in his bedroom. Taehyung rolled over him and growled. "Don't worry mom, it will be perfect when you will be back, don't worry," he replied in a tired voice. He wanted to hang up, but he did not want his mother to think he was ignoring her. "Good. And if you and your boyfriend does anything, remember to use protection." Before he could curse his mom, she had cut the contact. MOM!!!
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My Loving Bully
Fanfiction(Just to say, after writing this story I'll do a MAJOR editing and it is the only k-pop fanfic I'll do on my profile) (17/ 47 chapters edited) WARNING!!! This book contains bullying, child abuse and homophobia. Please, read at your discretion. What...
