Run into Sin | Jikook

Part 23

Jimin begins to avoid him.
Jeongguk's not even sure if it's intentional or not, can't seem to figure out what's circling his mind. Jimin's in and out of the apartment a lot, never staying around for too long. He throws himself head first into his Psychology work, forced to take field trips with his class to certain locations to collect data for his work. They're both busy, it only makes sense.

Jeongguk's schedule gets even more demanding. Assignments zero in, deadlines impending upon him and Hoseok pushes him twice as hard. He's at the dance studio for most of the time, day in and day out. He even completes his assignments during the breaks that they take, trying to fill in every gap.

It's Thursday and Jeongguk doesn't even realise.

He's walking home after a demanding day, prepared to pass out and sleep for a good twelve hours. However when he's walking through the door and he finds Jimin in his bedroom, handcuffs on the bed—he realises.

"We're filming, aren't we?" Jeongguk sighs.

He doesn't seem to make it sound like a burden. He likes sex, he's practically beginning to love it when it concerns Jimin. But he's spent of his energy, drained of himself. He's just practiced dancing for five hours with short breaks only, muscles in his legs protesting and threatening to buckle underneath him.

Jeongguk needs a nap. A good night's sleep.

He doesn't have the stamina to deal with fucking and especially not with the strange current dynamic between he and his roommate. He's not sure where they stand, not sure how he feels and what's going on since they made out in the bar toilet - but Jimin's being difficult.

Jeongguk just can't deal with it, right now.

"It's Thursday," Jimin's voice is startling distant as he picks up the heavy duty handcuffs, fiddling with them. "I've opened up myself already, I'm prepped. Just fuck me and let's get this over and done with."

Let's get this over and done with.

Jeongguk wants to protest. He wants to put his foot down, he wants to make it sweet and loving. He wants to kiss over every inch of Jimin's body, he wants to reach within and touch the parts even Jimin despises about himself. But Jimin sits before with a stubborn look fixated upon his face.

The mere idea of Jimin stretching himself out on his own, to thought of them filming a video, should be arousing.

Instead, Jeongguk's insides remain deflated. He stares at Jimin and he doesn't feel the sparks flickering between them, he doesn't seem like he's being ignited. It feels wrong. It feels like he should stop for a breather, try to figure out what's going on and fix it between them.

But they have a video to film, a job to do.

"Okay."

Jeongguk's voice is hoarse, troubled by what's going on between them.

Jimin doesn't say anything else. They strip in silence as Jeongguk sets up the camera, angling it in the right position so there's no sense of exposing them. When he turns back around, Jimin's on his stomach with his hands clenched behind his back. It feels sinful, in a dirty way, in an unappealing way when he cuffs Jimin's hand behind his back.

It feels unlawful when Jeongguk thrusts into him, fast and merciless. Each push in is met by Jimin's prostate, hitting the spot ruthlessly. His fingers dig into Jimin's waist but he's leaning down, kissing the back of his spine at the same time of his brutal thrusts - like he's trying to press apologies to his skin.

Jeongguk comes first and it takes a few pumps around Jimin's cock for him to come, too.

The video feels awkward. But it doesn't stop from Jeongguk saving it.