YEARNING DESIRE | jikook

sympathy

Jimin is already regretting it.

He's sitting at the usual bar, a glass half full with whiskey rests in his hand as he listens to the third story about how Taemin got fucked up and then got laid.

He has been avoiding Jungkook all week. Every time he'd see him waiting for the elevator, he'd go for the stairs. Every time they exited their apartments at the same time, Jimin would make a run for it without letting Jungkook mouth a word. Every time he caught him going for his usual run, he would run the opposite direction.

He wasn't in the mood to talk to him or confront him about that night. He wanted to forget about it and forget about Jungkook's whole existence. But this man does not make it easy for Jimin.

It's been like a stab in the heart every time Jimin saw Jungkook's disappointed face as he walked past him without a word. This whole week he couldn't help but think about that damn smile and those shiny eyes that hide millions of galaxies in them.

When he caught himself staying up till 1 a.m. thinking about what Jungkook could be doing behind that wall, he felt even more sad. But when the memory of the damn hyena that night returned, he pushed every thought away and focused on anything else but him. Why was she screaming like that? Jungkook can't be that good. He just can't.

And that's how even more thoughts came to his head, dirty thoughts in particular. He thought about putting his vibrator on and asking for Jungkook to turn it to the highest frequency like he did that night at his party.

That image had him reach down to his pants, his hand disappearing inside his shorts as he jerked himself off at the thought of Jungkook fucking him. Jimin has lost count of the number of times he came just by thinking of Jungkook and this is just another one of those times.

He shakes his head, hopefully shaking the thoughts away as well, and comes back to reality to face the cocky-looking Taemin who is now down to his seventh glass of whiskey.

"And that's how"- hiccup- "I managed to get away from her grasp", he laughs on his own and downs another glass.

Jimin tries his hardest to keep his disgusted face hidden. Even if Taemin is an egocentric and narcissistic fuck who doesn't care about anyone else but his own self, he's hot as shit. The sharp jawline, cat-like eyes, the gaze that holds you captive and his pretty lips give off a vibe that screams "I'm pretty but I can fuck you up". And that's all Jimin needs right now.

He wants to release himself from all of this tension that has followed him this whole week, he wants to forget everything, he wants to fuck until he can't think anymore. And Taemin seems like a perfect choice right now.

So instead, he smiles sweetly and caresses Taemin's thigh, "I think that's enough for today". Taemin doesn't protest or say anything, he stays seated and stares into his empty glass.

Jimin takes action. He stands right in between Taemin's open legs and leans in. "How about we go back to my apartment and have some fun, baby?", he whispers in Taemin's ear and bites his earlobe as he moves away with a smirk.

Taemin smirks and doesn't say a word as he grabs onto Jimin's wrist and drags him out of the bar. They get in his car and drive to Jimin's apartment with a speed that's probably illegal.

Jimin gets excited in his seat, he's going to get fucked after what feels like ages. He doesn't need the stupid vibrator anymore. You can keep it, he thinks as an image of Jungkook pops up in his head.

As soon as they step foot in his apartment, Taemin takes control and rips their clothes off of their bodies, almost tearing Jimin's favorite shirt off. It's a mess. Their bodies are pressed flat against each other, their mouths moving in inhuman speed as they kiss. It's all tongue and bites, nothing romantic, nothing more.

Taemin lays Jimin down on his bed and takes off his boxers as fast as he can, his erection popping out happily in the air. The size is average but good enough, Jimin thinks. When Taemin takes time to get on with it, Jimin whines, "Just hurry up", and with that, Taemin thrusts in him with a forceful push of his hips.

It hurts at first since it's been a while since Jimin's done this and also because they didn't use lube but it's fine. He likes the pain. He scrunches his nose, his face taking a pained expression. Taemin stops thrusting for a second and Jimin urges him to move on.

And so he does. He thrusts into Jimin in quick, sharp moves and fails to find the spot Jimin begs for him to find. They're both sweating and panting like it's 100 degrees in the room. The only sound that can be heard is the skin slapping against skin and Jimin's loud moans, almost too loud.

Taemin digs his fingers into Jimin's skin at his waist and thrusts deeper, dragging each thrust more. It makes Jimin's head spin and before he knows it, he's coming onto both of their torsos with a loud scream. Taemin follows a little after that and cums as he pulls out, spilling his seed onto Jimin's stomach.

Breathless, he lies down next to Jimin and closes his eyes. Jimin looks down at his white painted body and smirks. Finally.

Taemin chuckles, "Sorry, I kinda overdid it".

Did he just hear him say that? Wow, seems like he's not as heartless as he thought.

"It's fine, don't worry", he gives Taemin a reassuring smile.

A few minutes pass with them laying there, restless and completely wiped out. Jimin clears his throat, "So who's Yoongi?", he whispers and stares at Taemin's shocked expression. His lips are parted and his eyes almost pop out of their place, it makes Jimin grin.

"How do you know about him?", he says in a small voice as he stares off into the distance, avoiding eye contact.

Jimin places his elbow down on the bed and balances himself on it as he turns his whole body towards Taemin to face him, "You whispered his name as you came, Taemin".

Taemin sighs and closes his eyes, his hands coming up to cover his face. A groan leaves his mouth, "I'm sorry".

Jimin moves his hands away from his face and exposes a flushed Taemin looking back at him shamefully, "Hey, it's totally fine. Is he.. the guy you broke up with?", he asks hesitantly.

Taemin sighs once again, "Yeah. I still can't get over him, no matter how many people I meet", he looks down at their hands touching.

Jimin smiles knowingly, "Looks like we have more in common that what I thought", he shrugs.

He turns to face Jimin, his eyes full of fondness, "Who is it?".

"My neighbor".

Taemin sucks air from in between his teeth and gives Jimin a sympathetic look, "That sucks, sorry".

"Yep, I know that".

They stay like that for a while until Jimin struggles to keep his eyes open and falls asleep, covered in cum and also with a guy he never thought he would be lying next to in bed.