Run into Sin | Jikook

⋆Part 12⋆

Thursday.

It reads 'Thursday' on Jeongguk's iPhone, the date glaring back at him through his bright screen. Thursday is the day they film their first video.

Jeongguk has felt antsy all day. He finds it impossible to focus during his classes, unable to sit still. He constantly fidgets, drumming his fingers down on his knees as he forces his head to remain staring straight ahead of him. How can he attempt to focus when there's a looming reminder that he'll fuck Jimin tonight?

He's going to fuck Jimin tonight.

Jimin is going to ride his cock.

The thought alone makes him shudder and he shakes his head, willing himself to compose. He diverts his attention back at his papers and attempts to write down the last notes he can manage about Marxism and Karl Marx before the lesson is dismissed and he practically flies out.

Dance practice with Hoseok is just as insufferable.

Dancing serves as a sanctuary for Jeongguk. It's a headspace that he can resort to when he wants to unwind down, when he allows the strain of his muscles to take over by insistently repeating dance moves that he perfects. His limbs move on their own accord when he stands in the studio, following the beat of the music that rings loudly through the room.

But today, he's unable to devote his entire attention to the choreography.

If Hoseok notices, he doesn't comment. He sends Jeongguk side-eyes the entire three hours they spend together in the studio, ordering extra takeaway food as if he assumes that Jeongguk's hungry or tired. Jeongguk's grateful for his silence.

It's nearing seven in the evening by the time Jeongguk finally makes it home, exhausted and drained from the rush hour commute on the trains. He steps into the apartment, shrugging off the leather jacket off his sweaty body.

The first thing he notices is Jimin sitting on the couch.

His legs are crossed over the leather seat, nursing a bottle of cider. Jimin seems relatively relaxed, eyes a little hazy as he watches the TV intently. It seems like Jimin had attempted to do some homework because his books are scattered across the coffee table, untouched.

Upon Jeongguk's arrival, Jimin glances up.

His easy expression morphs into a nervous one, riddled with apprehension. The sides of his lips twitch upwards but it wavers, falling short and not meeting his eyes.

"Hey," Jeongguk greets. He manages a small grin as he hangs up his jacket, crossing over to the living room and standing before the couch. "How was your day?"

"Good." Jimin pauses in between his words to take a long sip of his cider, eyes softening. "Yours?"

"Tiring."

"I feel that," Jimin agrees, shuffling on the couch and making space for Jeongguk.

Jeongguk obliges to the silent request. He sits down besides Jimin, stretching his legs out and throwing his head back. As much as he adores dancing and wants to continue doing it for the rest of his life, the fatigue he feels afterwards threatens to take over every organ in his body.

"It's Thursday," Jeongguk announces.

Jimin halts and his hands tighten around the bottle of alcohol he holds, lips curling upwards just the slightest. It makes his eyes crinkle shut. Despite the jitters that are evident on his face, the smile seems genuine.

"It is."

"Are you ready to film the video, then?"

Jeongguk doesn't beat around the bush, he doesn't want to. Not when the situation is real, present and would require their attention today. He wants to be straight-forward about it, creating a basis that allows both of them to communicate effectively about the issue.