"Seokjin, I'm not having sex with you again", yoongi said angrily. Seokjin blanched. "But why? What did I do?", he asked, holding yoongi's wrist. Yoongi did the one thing he could think of and yanked his hand out of seokjin's hold.
"You're having sex with Hazel! Isn't that a good enough reason to end things?", yoongi asked, exasperated. Seokjin made a face. "Yoongi, you're acting like we're boyfriends or something. Just because you're my fuck buddy doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have sex with anyone else", seokjin said.
"Exactly. That's why I'm saying, go back to her. We're done. I don't want you to fuck me anymore", Yoongi hissed, trying to will his tears away. He couldn't show his weak side to seokjin.
"You know what? Stop being dramatic. I'm not your property, yoongi. You don't own me!", seokjin exclaimed out of frustration. "We don't have to end anything. If you want, I'll not have sex with anyone but you", he said, softer this time.
Yoongi just shook his head. "I don't want that. Fuck whoever you want. I don't even care anymore", he sighed and just as he was about to move out of their dorm, seokjin pulled him back by his forearm and pinned him to the wall.
"What is your fucking problem?!", he yelled, making yoongi wince. "Why are you being so difficult?", he questioned, squeezing yoongi's arm, eyes going red with anger and frustration.
Yoongi pushed him away with all his might. "Because I love you!", he shouted. And just as he did, he regretted it. "I love you", he repeated, almost in a broken whisper.
Seokjin looked at him like he had grown a second head. "Yoongi...", he trailed off, not knowing what to say to that. "I love you, seokjin. Don't you get it? Tell me, do you love me, too? Tell me, can you be mine?", yoongi asked, tears dripping freely down his pale cheeks.
"I-I can't", seokjin stuttered. He didn't love yoongi. Having sex with someone and loving someone was a completely different thing. "I just like your body. I never---", "Shut up!", yoongi yelled and slapped seokjin's left cheek before he could stop himself.
Seokjin brought up his hand to his cheek, shocked. The shock quickly dissipated into something stronger. "You know what? Fine. We're done. I don't love you, yoongi. I'd never", he spat angrily and walked out of their dorm, banging the door behind him.
Meanwhile, yoongi ran to his bedroom and fell onto his bed, drowning himself in sadness and self pity.
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It had been two weeks. Two weeks since seokjin talked to yoongi and two weeks since they cut things off. To say that seokjin was regretting it would be an understatement. He was totally devastated.
He had made new friends who were ready let him fuck them without any feelings involved. But, it wasn't the same. Seokjin really thought everything would be back to normal.
He was wrong. Even when he had sex with other people, his needs were never fulfilled. Sometimes he would either imagine his partner being yoongi or sometimes he would even moan his name in bed with someone else.
Thankfully, his partners were always too fucked out to pay attention to his slips. And he was worried out of his mind. Why would he think about yoongi? Yoongi was basically just a friend he liked to fuck (more than others but we're not gonna go there).
He realized it was a major problem when he found himself moaning yoongi's name in the bathroom while jerking off. He tried to talk to yoongi but the younger always ignored him.
Most of the times, yoongi would be out with his basketball friends and would come back to the dorm late at night. Unsurprisingly, seokjin was always asleep by the time he came back. He also noticed that yoongi made sure to leave the dorm before he woke up. That, to say the least, bothered seokjin.
It was only when he saw yoongi again this morning that he realized that he had taken yoongi for granted. His needs were only fulfilling because he was assured that he'll always have yoongi.
And so, seokjin made sure to wait for yoongi tonight, hoping that he'd get to talk to him.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow".
Seokjin heard yoongi's voice and he took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. He needed to get this out of his system. He couldn't chicken out now.
"Yoongi", seokjin said when the shorter man entered the room. "Can we talk tomorrow? I'm tired", yoongi said, not looking in his eyes.
Seokjin blocked his way. "I'm sorry", he whispered. "Okay", yoongi whispered, still not meeting his gaze. "And I love you", seokjin blurted out. Yoongi's eyes snapped upwards in pure shock.
"This isn't a joke, seokjin!", he exclaimed, hurt flashing in his beautiful cat-like eyes. "I'm not kidding! I'm serious. I love you. I've been hurting to hold you, yoongi. I'm not lying", seokjin pleaded, eyes going glossy.
Yoongi did feel bad for him. But he didn't want to hurt himself anymore. What if this is just a prank? A bet? What if this is some sick kind of joke? He didn't think he could handle that.
"No, seokjin. Even if you do love me, what do you want from me now?", he asked. Seokjin bit his lip. "Give me a chance, yoongi. I promise I'll make it up to you. I wasn't aware of my own feelings. I'm so sorry for hurting you", he said, looking genuinely regretful.
Yoongi shook his head. "I can't give you another chance. What if you hurt me again? What if---", before he could complete his sentence, seokjin shut him up by planting a deep kiss to his lips.
Yoongi made a hissing noise but kissed back just as wildly. When they parted, they were both breathing harshly.
Seokjin picked yoongi up in his arms, yoongi quickly wrapped his legs around seokjin's waist.
"Please give me another chance", seokjin said as he placed yoongi on his bed. "Only if you promise to not hurt me again", yoongi whispered, looking at him through his lashes.
Seokjin leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"I promise".
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