"Seokjin-"
"Go sit down."
Jimin pursed his lips, sitting back down on the couch. He didn't have anything of serious importance to do today, and he wanted to spend some time with Jin, maybe cockwarm him. He didn't care, he just needed attention.
But the man hadn't even given him a slice of attention. What he was doing, Jimin didn't know.
He wanted to though.
"Jin-hyung!"
"Jimin stop bothering me."
That hurt. He picked at a rip in his jeans, before standing up, and walking to Jin.
The man looked at him, his eyes getting angrier with every second. He opened his mouth to speak, but his phone rang. His eyes flicked down to look at it, and he quickly answered, a smile appearing on his face.
"Hi baby."
Jimin froze, just as he was about to reach the desk.
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly. His stomach hurt.
He knew he was nothing but a toy to Jin. He knew that, but deep, deep down, he was connected to this man.
Jimin's chest hurt. But he could quickly feel so many emotions hit him like a truck.
Anger. Hurt. Anger. Loathing. Hatred. Sadness. Hurt.
Heartbreak.
His face turned red and he spun around, getting out of the office as quickly as possible, slamming the door loudly behind him. Hands starting to pull at his hair brought his mind back to his head, and he took in some deep breaths.
He needed to think. He needed to calm down.
As Jimin stepped off the elevator, he saw a glimpse of Taehyung, probably getting back from some delivery. He grinned, and hurried to his friend.
"Taehyung!" He preened, grabbing the man's hand.
"Hey Jiminie. What's up?"
"Listen- liste- something happened. Um.. I really need a distraction, but I have an idea.."
"Shoot."
—
Monday morning, in the hallways before school, here the two were, making out.
"Please, you two, get a room.." Hoseok sighed, passing the two as he was delivering various things to teachers.
Jimin laughed as Taehyung began to kiss at his neck, his eyes lazily gazing at Hoseok.
"No~ i think we're fine here."
Hoseok just rolled his eyes, and kept walking.
Down the hallway, stood Seokjin, who was angrily staring at them. Watching his drug runner make dark hickies along his neck.
Why was he so worked up about this? Jimin was only his toy. He had finally found someone he actually liked, and wanted to be with. He no longer had a reason to worry about the Park brat.
He knows he was always saying that he was loyal to whoever, even if he was just sleeping with them. But he had found someone he wanted to be with, not just fuck.
—
Jimin was sore. Not sore like he'd be with Jin, but Taehyung fucked him in a new, different way. He had Jimin all worked up and horny, and kept him like that. Kept him like that for hours before finally, finally fucking him until he was sobbing in overstimulation.
It was fucking amazing.
He needed that last night. He was finally able to think. Once he had that down, he asked Taehyung to be his friends with benefits.
Of course, he was suspicious about Jin, but Jimin waved it off because the man had apparently found someone new.
