𝓗𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓭𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓪

⛧Frustration⛧(Park Jimin)

Notes:

· The story takes part during your final year of highschool, cliché.
· Both you and Jimin are 18 and occasionally talk together.
· You have a crush on Jimin. He doesn't know.
· You meet up with Jessy, your friend, at a party.
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Warnings include internalized homophobia, rough intercourse, and degradation.

Beginning of Story:

 

I pulled up my pants and brushed my sweaty bangs away from my face. Jessy walked past me, limping, and leaned on the windowsill. I plopped down on the couch and rubbed the back of my neck where red scratch marks were left from our previous endeavor, running all the way down my exposed back.

"Are you okay?" I asked her tentatively, quietly but loud enough to be heard over the sound of the music shaking the walls as I buttoned up my shirt.

She nodded and turned to me, rubbing her arms around herself against the cold night breeze, that her summer dress did nothing to shield her against. "I'm alright. I guess I kinda needed that." She smiled, and it was bittersweet. "I still wish it was Casey, instead of you."

I nodded. My feelings were the same. I also longed for someone else to be in her place. But at least now we both weren't so frustrated as we were before.

"We're kinda pathetic, aren't we?" I put my face in my hands, muttering. "Fucking each other silly while thinking of other people. Too cowardly to confess because... Because..."

They might think it's wrong.

I felt her hand on my back and she held me in a half embrace. I looked at her face, her ruined make-up and ruffled hair. She had bruises all over. I sighed and held her in a proper hug. Her small frame shook slightly.

I left the party with her and gave her a ride home soon after that.

That morning I woke up with a headache. The rest of the week went by with me getting wasted and occasionally making out with Jessy again when we met at a few more graduation parties.

All that time there was only one person on my head. His timid laughter filled my ears as we walked across the front steps of my good friend Amir's Villa, lights and noises blasting behind us.

"Come on Jiminie. Silly Jiminie." I smiled at him as he smacked me lightly on the arm, his eyes disappearing behind his smile.

"You're such a dad." He looked at me for a while longer than expected. "Stay right there." He said and backed away from me, pulling his camera out of his bag and he pointed it at me. He gestured for me to move slightly to the left and I did.

He snapped a few pictures and skipped back to me, "You look like a model!"

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at how happy he was. I took the camera from his hand and flipped through the roll. He didn't lie. I looked good despite the goofy smile plastered on my face. The lights behind me reflected nicely. The photos looked professional.

I flipped through the roll a few more times until I found a picture that wasn't as innocent.

I flipped through a few more time, not believing my eyes.

They were of me on that night with Jessy.

I felt my whole body freeze. He must have noticed since the next thing I knew was him snatching the camera away from my hands and backing away from me.