𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•Pastel•]

Ship; Jihope

Dom // Hoseok
Sub // Jimin

I promise there will be more top Jimin's in the future👍👍

(Unedited and gross)
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Jimin was standing in his house, staring out the window in the kitchen. It stares out to the boring suburban lawn that every house on this block has. There's nothing but the gray sky, and blue, white and rarely yellow houses. The light colors mesh disgustingly together, making him want to puke. He leans his head on his hand and glares at the stupid scene in front of him.
  
All this mundane. And it's interrupted by one car he wishes he didn’t recognize. His mouth drops open slightly, and he completely freezes. It’s Hoseok.
   
The Hoseok who completely ditched him for a year, at least. The one who said he wasn’t gay, that he was just experimenting. ‘Experimenting’ for three fucking years. Jimin began his glare again, but this time it was much more intense. The Hoseok who broke his heart into a million little pieces, was now pulling into his drive way.
   
He was too shocked to even do anything as Hoseok got out of his car. He looked nervous, and he didn’t look to the window where Jimin was standing. Walking up, he looked at his feet and fidgeted with his fingers. Watching as he walked up to the door, a ring sounded loudly through the house. Jimin slowly pushed himself off the counter, and then went to the door. He paused a second before opening it, sighing before the sound could escape the door frame.
   
He glared at his face, which just stood there, looking sad. Jimin wanted to punch his stupid cute little face in. The blue baggy jacket hanging off his shoulders framed his arms perfectly, and he was wearing black denim shorts. He clearly wanted to impress him, and it sure did. He had never seen him dress this feminine before. Always too scared. His muscles were right above the hem of the jacket, making Jimin want to scream, leap on him and tear him open. But he kept glaring.
    

"Hi..."

Jimin just glared.
   
“What do you want?”
   
He bites his lip.
   
“I feel stupid. I made a stupid fucking mistake. I know this is cliche, and that you probably don’t want me back. But please, hear me o-out.”
   
He was crying. Jimin dropped his glare.
   
“I’m completely lost without you. I know I’m not gonna do the things I did last time, because I know now what it felt like to be without you. I know that, I am gay, and I can’t change that. I’m so sorry-”
   
He buried his palms into his eye sockets. It’s a while before he sighs and looks at him. Jimin just stands there, his arms limp at his sides.
   
“I hurt you. I b-broke you. And you're, so a-amazing, you don’t d-deserve that-”
   
“What took you so long?”
   
Hoseok looked shocked. He swallowed, crossing his arms.
   
“I had to, experience a lot of things, to realize how stupid I was. I was in so much denial, I didn’t want to accept myself. But I can’t change, I know now.”
   
Jimin wiped at the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. He glared at him again, feeling the pain start to form in his heart, again. He glared him down. It stayed silent for a second.
   
“Come here.”
   
Hoseok looked confused again, so Jimin grabbed his hand and pulled him in. He shut the door behind him, then placed Hoseok in front of him and closed his eyes. He was thinking, staying quiet.
   
Then he opened his eyes and stared at him. He looked down at their hands, which were still touching. He wanted to smile at them, because he loved this connection so much. He didn’t have the strength. Hoseok was looking into his eyes. They were such a beautiful blue. He just stared at them for a second. The familiarity made him sort of sick. He didn't move his hand away.
   
He felt the tears warm his eyes.
   
“Hoseok…”   
   
He looked up at him and sighed, scrunching up his face as if he was in actual pain. He closed his eyes again and clenched his teeth. He felt his lips tremble, and then he moved his hand up Hoseok’s arm. He felt every pore in his skin, every hair. He kept his eyes closed, his fingers still whispering secrets across his skin. Hoseok copied him, watched him, doing the same. He moved his arm up to Jimin's shoulder, gripping it lightly. Jimin sighed again,
then let a tear escape from the shallow caves of his eye socket. He was too scared to say anything, too afraid to fight.
   
That hand that had made the journey up his arm was now laying in a wreck on his collarbone. It shook and deformed, its legs curling and twisting. They tried not to hurt him, but they pinched and pushed. They made him bleed.
   
“Jimin…”
   
He grabbed his wrist gently, his other hand reaching up and caressing his cheek. His fingers still dug into his skin, leaving scratches after the fingernail. Hoseok didn’t even wince from the pain. He was too worried about him.
   
He pulled him into a hug, and Jimin's arms folded between their chests. He leaned is head into his neck, his nose pressed into the dip in his collarbone. He sobbed. Hoseok just sighed and let some tears fall, knowing he shouldn't be the one who's sad right now. Selfishly, he was happy. In the pit of his heart, he was joyful to get this close to having him back. Even though he hadn’t been clarified, he could feel that he wouldn’t just leave without a goodbye this time.
   
Jimin was taking a breath in now. He sighed it out and went a little limp in Hoseok's arms. He pulled back a little and faced him. His lips were so close. So close, that when they both licked their lips, their tongues touched. Hoseok flinched, Jimin closed his eyes again and shuddered. He leaned in first. His lips tasted the same. They tasted of blood, probably because of that habit he has of chewing on his lip. Jimin let the rusty, metallic taste cleanse his senses, and he was far from coming to them. He licked Hoseok’s bottom lip, and he agreed with the opening of his mouth. Fishing his tongue inside while Hoseok clashed their tongues together. He felt his heart rumble with anticipation, and he agreed with it and reached for Hoseok's jacket. It slid down his arms and off of him, falling into a heap of navy blue denim on the floor. He grabbed his shirt and dragged them both backwards, towards his room.    
   
His room was, aesthetically pleasing. He couldn’t say it was tumblr worthy, but it was definitely better than all the crap in this boring old neighborhood. No pastel colors, no cheap flowers. A white bed, with a light pink wall surrounding it. Fairy lights, and books lining every wall. But he wasn’t really thinking about that as he shut the door behind him.
   
He separated from the blood lips and pulled his shirt off. It silently floated down to the floor as their slobbery lips met again. Hoseok was breathing heavily now. He ran his hand over Jimin's chest, running a thumb over his nipple. He breathed a sigh and watched Hoseok’s lips lay on his shoulder. His hand caressed it as he moved down. He kissed marks onto Jimin's light glowing skin, moving himself. He went down to his hips and grabbed them, sticking his tongue out and kissing a mess into his stomach. He bit down on his soft stomach and Jimin yelped quietly, feeling chills run a marathon down his spine.
   
Hoseok pushed at his hips a little, making Jimin bend forward. He moaned breathly, running his hand through his hair. He pulled at it and bent down as he did, Hoseok's face pointing directly up at him. He untied his fingers from his hair, then fell to is knees. They were now face to face, and they stared into each other's eyes. Jimin moved his hand to the back of his neck and breathe out a sigh. He slowly leaned in and kissed him, tasting that familiar blood taste. Pulling himself onto his lap as Hoseok did this, grabbing at his shirt. He lifted it and separated the kiss to take it completely off. When he did, his fingers explored the dips and the cracks all over his stomach. He was so beautiful. He had gotten a lot skinnier since the last time he saw him, but besides that he was still the same. Touching it, he remembered exactly where every place was, and exactly how it felt.
   
He looked back up at him and they met eyes. Hoseok's were sparkling brown, shining from the sunlight coming in through the window. It was faint, because it was about to storm. It still cast a patterned shadow in the carpeted floor.