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Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat. His heart is beating so fast that he’s sure it’s easy to hear around the awfully quiet room. Sweat is trailing down his back, collecting on the palms of his hands, making it hard to hold the book properly. It keeps slipping and every time that happens, Jeongguk’s cheeks heat up and his body jerks.

He’s breathless. He can’t focus. It’s impossible.

And he knows it’s not just because of what’s going on. No. It’s also because he has Jimin’s eyes on him and even though they’re just studying him, keeping track of all of his reactions and emotions, it feels like they’re burning holes through him, like they’re only making his skin feel warmer.

He clears his throat and tries to read out loud again, but as he opens his mouth, a whine leaves his lips and it just makes him struggle to keep still once again. He’s shaking, his thighs are trembling and he stupidly looks up, eyes meeting Jimin’s. The other one watches him intently, as if entirely unaffected by this whole situation. He looks down at his laptop and starts typing away again.

Jeongguk squirms and it only makes it worse. He gasps at the feeling forming deep inside of him, with trembling fingers tries to keep the book open, but the words are just a blurry mess. He thought this would be easy. Fuck, he never expected it to be like this.

Noted, if someone would have told him a couple of days ago that he’d be reading a book out loud while having a vibrator up his ass and having his best friends studying his concentration levels….he would have laughed. Because that just seemed like the most impossible thing.

Yet it’s happening.

It’s happening and Jeongguk is failing miserably.

“Jeongguk?” Jimin’s voice pierces the silence. Jeongguk doesn’t know if he can hear the vibrator from where he is, but he himself hears it loud and clear in his ears, so intense that it just intensifies what he’s feeling. “Do you need to stop?”

“No,” he blurts out, before Jimin can keep going. He shakes his head and turns the book around, leaving it open while he brings his hands down to dry them off against his sweats. Slowly, with visibly trembling fingers, he holds the book up again and clears his throat. “It’s fine. I’m fine,” he mumbles.

He’s so not fine.

When Jeongguk came across the post in the college's bulletin board, he thought it was just a desperate college student who urgently needed help with a final project. Jeongguk needed the money desperately and it seemed easy enough to be a subject in the investigation. But then he ended up meeting up with Jimin and realizing it was his best friend who needed help. And then he discovered just what Jimin was studying.

Not that it made him bolt or anything. He and Jimin have been best friends for a good six or seven years. Even before starting college, while they were still in school. Jimin is older, but they get along just perfectly. So when Jimin explained the situation, Jeongguk still said yes. He thought that the fact that Jimin is his best friend would make it easier, considering what he had to do. But he was so wrong.

Jeongguk was...stupid. Not stupid, okay. He just has a tiny crush on Jimin, the tiniest crush in the world, honestly. He’s always looked up to him and admired him, figures he’d develop something like that. He should have taken that into consideration before accepting. But Jimin clearly desperately needed the help and Jeongguk being the person who wanted to help was great considering the fact they were close and there weren’t any risks that Jeongguk would ruin―purposefully―his final project.

“You’re not reading, though,” Jimin points out. Jeongguk startles and it makes the vibrator shift inside of him, so close to his prostate it takes his breath away.

Oh wow. Pleasure is tingling up his spin. He’s been feeling pleasure for what feels like a lifetime now. He’s so hot, so shaky, so distracted. It feels so good that he can’t keep his mind off it, he can’t focus on the book like he’s supposed to.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, pulling his gaze back to the book. He’s been on this page forever, he’s sure of it. “Dopamine is a neurotransmitter that plays several important roles in the―” he stops himself, eyes fluttering shut for a second when he feels the familiar burning sensation forming in his lower belly. He feels like he’s been on edge for so long. He’s not even sure of how many pages he’s read. He has no idea. He lost count after he made it past page two. “The um―the brain and body. It is an organic chemical of the cate―what the fuck even is this?” He interrupts himself,  shaking his head. “It’s too hard.”

He sounds so whiny. Jimin snorts. His eyes lift from the laptop, humor dancing in them.

“It’s hard because you’re distracted,” he replies. “Skip those words. Keep going.”

He’s so focused on his project, on taking notes and observing every little thing. Jeongguk is sure his heart has been beating far too fast all this time, he has some sort of watch shaped device that monitors his pulse, his heartbeat and his breathing. Too much is going on and Jeongguk failed to realize that it would be this way when he agreed to help Jimin out.

“Dopamine constitutes about 80% of the catecholamine content in the brain. In the brain, dopamine functions as a neurotransmitter―” he pauses again, taking a deep breath. He’s feeling so much pleasure his eyes are starting to fill with tears. Because he knows he can’t cum. And holding back is not something he can easily do.

He thought it would be fine. When Jimin explained to him the rules he had to follow, he thought they were easy. ‘You have to stay focused but if you can’t, that’s also something I can write down. Just try to stay as focused as you can for as long as you can. You can’t cum because if you do, you’ll be focused on that and not on reading. So we stop whenever you’re close.’ Jimin’s grin had made Jeongguk’s cheeks heat up, he’d told him he could finish off in the bathroom if he really needed to.

Their friendship has always been...different. Just more intimate. They’re both very touchy people, express themselves with their whole bodies, seek warmth and comfort in touches, hugs and cuddles, spending time together, even if just in silence. Teasing and joking has always been easy for Jimin, making Jeongguk blush every once in a while. So him saying that wasn’t that much of a shock, but it did make him feel hot all over.

And now that he thinks about it, it was dumb to believe it would be easy not to cum. Because his best friend and also the person he has a small crush on is staring at him while he has a vibrator so close to his prostate and there’s no way in hell he’s going to last as long as he thought he would. Not when he can feel his orgasm building in his lower belly, heat starting to spread and making it harder to breathe properly.

“As a neurotransmitter, which is a chemical release by neurons to send signals to other nerve cells. They are synthesized in specific regions of the―ah,” his voice breaks out in a moan, something he can’t avoid even though he tried his best. His eyes move to Jimin and he finds him looking back at him, eyebrow cocked.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks. “Are you sure―”

“Not yet,” Jeongguk stubbornly interrupts and then continues before Jimin can say that again. “Of the brain, but affect many regions systemically. The brain includes―fuck,” he cuts himself off. “Includes, um, several distinct dopamine pathways, one of which plays…” he trails off, shaky fingers turning the page. He lifts his hand up and cards his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and out of his forehead. He’s so hard in his pants that he’s sure if he wasn’t seated behind a table, he’d be even more embarrassed than he is right now. “A major role in the motivational component of reward-motivated behavior,” he finishes off with a groan, head falling forward and shoulders slumping. He’s shaking so much that it should be funny.

Jeongguk knows that, if this were a whole different situation, he’d be getting off on this. Being observed while he’s supposed to be doing something but in reality he’s being pleasured, being on edge, knowing that he won’t get to cum. It’s too much.

“So much is happening I’m having a hard time typing it all down, wow,” Jimin mumbles, more to himself than to Jeongguk. He seems so fascinated that Jeongguk lifts his head and tries to look at him. He fails because he’s reaching the point of no return and he’s worried he’ll end up cumming, anyway. Cumming in front of his best friend is not something he would have thought he’d be doing tonight, even though he knew what he was coming for. “Jeongguk,” Jimin calls out.

Jeongguk starts reading immediately, this time more shakily, but not wanting to hear Jimin suggesting to stop again.

“The anticipation of most types of rewards increases the level of dopamine in the brain, and many―” his voice breaks towards the end and he stops fully. This time, his forehead falls to the table and he squeezes his thighs closed, hoping it’ll relieve some of the pleasure building inside of him. But it doesn’t work.

He gasps, the tears in his eyes burn and his toes curl in his shoes. The vibrator isn’t even at the highest level, but Jeongguk is sitting and that’s only making it push up further inside of him. And he’s been going for a while. So no matter what position he looks for, there’s no stopping what will happen if Jimin doesn’t turn the vibrator off.

“Fuck, I can’t―” he tries, fingers closing and hands forming fists. He closes his eyes tight, braces himself for the satisfying wave of pleasure that’s sure to come.

But it’s gone all so suddenly, the vibrator is turned off and Jeongguk’s orgasm is cut off before he can even reach it and he barely manages to prevent himself from whimpering, begging Jimin to let him cum. He momentarily forgets where he is, what they’re doing and almost tries to move, hoping it’ll push the vibrator further inside and finally press against his prostate. Yet he comes back to his senses before he has the chance to and takes a deep breath, willing himself to calm down.

He hopes that he’s lasted long enough that Jimin will have enough for his investigation for this first part. Just knowing that they’ll be doing this two more times already has goosebumps rising on Jeongguk’s arms, anticipation and nervousness settling in his chest.

If this time around it was this intense, he already knows the next time will be ten times worse. Because next time he’s supposed to have a vibrator against his cock and he’s always been far too sensitive. And then...the third time. He gulps, slowly lifting his head, grateful that Jimin somehow managed to read him and stop the vibrations before he came and made a mess of himself.

Jimin is still typing, fingers moving so fast over the keyboard that Jeongguk isn’t sure how he didn’t hear it. Figure he wouldn’t, being so lost in his pleasure and because he was so close to the edge. When he stops and lifts his eyes towards Jeongguk, he seems excited, thrilled. He nods and shuts his laptop, quickly getting up and making his way towards Jeongguk. He puts the laptop down on the table before heading towards his side.

It makes his heart start beating faster, body growing warm despite the fact that he was slowly starting to calm down. But when Jimin reaches his side, he only takes off the watch and inspects it closely, humming to himself and making his way back towards his seat.

They’re currently in Jimin’s place, Jeongguk is seated at the living room table and Jimin had pulled a chair aside, sitting down a bit further away with the laptop in his lap.

Jimin sets the watch on top of the laptop and picks it all up in his hands, holding them to his chest as if they’re the most important things in the world. He’s always been very passionate about the things he loves the most, so Jeongguk isn’t too surprised about it.

“Want to stay and watch a movie?” Jimin asks. “You can take care of that in the bathroom, if you want,” he adds, his eyes holding a teasing edge. Jeongguk feels his cheeks heat up, but he’s not sure it makes much of a difference because he still feels like his skin is burning. “I’ll put everything away meanwhile.”

“Okay,” Jeongguk mumbles. He should get home because he really does want to take care of his hard-on. But because he’s stubborn and Jimin is obviously having a blast with how affected he is, he doesn’t want to give in. “I just need a minute,” he adds, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat.

“Yeah, figures you don’t need much,” Jimin shoots back, an evil grin forming on his lips. “So stubborn you almost came. What a shame, Jeonggukie.”

“Leave me alone,” Jeongguk grumbles, but he can’t help the smile that forms on his lips when Jimin beams towards him, clearly happy that Jeongguk agreed to help him out. “I won’t jerk off, I’m just gonna wait it off.”

Jimin rolls his eyes.

“So stubborn,” he mumbles. “Go on, then. I’ll set up the movie.”

Jeongguk bolts out of there quickly, not thinking he can live through another second of Jimin teasing him when he’s still painfully hard in his pants. And if he doesn’t get this vibrator out of his ass anytime soon, he’s sure it’ll be too hard to stop himself from giving in.

The second he makes it into the bathroom, he slides his sweats down and reaches behind himself, grimacing as he pulls the vibrator out, slowly, fingers still shaky. His thighs are also still trembling and Jeongguk looks down at his erection, wondering if there’s a chance he can actually pull off cumming as quickly as possible. But he knows Jimin is in the other room and he’s not in the right headspace. He needs to be home for that, or else he’ll just struggle while trying to reach his orgasm.

So he takes a deep breath, sets the vibrator aside and looks at himself in the mirror to inspect just how terrible he looks. It’s fair to say, he looks...sexy.  His cheeks are red, lips parted, expression hazy. His forehead is covered in a thin layer of sweat and Jeongguk’s back too. He’s going to be uncomfortable while they watch that movie, but his hard-on is already going down and his breathing is regulating itself. So he closes his eyes and focuses, hoping that keeping his thoughts away will help it progress faster.

It takes him more than a minute. He possibly spends enough time inside the bathroom that Jimin will think he actually jerked off but, what more is there to be embarrassed about? Jeongguk just read a book out loud while having his best friend study the way his body reacted to having a vibrator up his ass.

Jeongguk sighs and looks at the vibrator. He wraps it up with the same towel he brought it hidden under. Everything was so methodical that Jeongguk thought he wouldn’t even be able to get hard, much less be turned on. But soon enough he discovered how wrong he was. It was...more exciting than he was expecting, which is wrong on so many levels. He shakes his head. He doesn’t want to start thinking about it again and risk getting hard once more. So he takes the vibrator with him and exits the bathroom.

He’s careful and makes sure the vibrator is fully covered because he hasn’t cleaned it up and puts it away in his backpack. Jimin is probably already waiting for him in his bedroom. Jeongguk gives himself a couple of seconds more because a couple of minutes ago he was on the verge of cumming in front of him and he’s not sure he’s ready to be in front of him just yet.

They’d talked about this. When they met up and realized it was Jeongguk who was offering to help Jimin out in exchange of money and discretion, it’s safe to say more things were discussed. Aside from all the information Jimin gave him about the project and it’s intentions, the things they’d be doing and how it would all be, the rules; they also talked about the possibilities of it affecting their friendship somehow, they discussed the pros and cons, made sure they were both on the same page and that Jeongguk was okay with everything just as much as Jimin was.

Only then had Jimin seemed happy and excited about it, going on and on about how important the project was, how much it meant to him that Jeongguk was helping him out and when Jeongguk said that he really did need the money, Jimin said he was a brat for not accepting his money when he offered to help out and that at least like this he would be able to give him all his money without him saying no. Jeongguk had rolled his eyes. Just like he said, Jeongguk ended up accepting his money. But at least like this he feels like he’s working. He snorts. Working...oh, god. He shakes his head and decides to finally make his way towards Jimin’s room.

The whole conversation about the toys was a lot more...difficult. Jimin had asked about it, if he had any, specifically asked if Jeongguk has one for his ass and another one for his cock. Jeongguk had turned bright red, but he’d nodded shyly. So, he’d also offered up his toys...for himself, that is. It made things easier because they were his own.

When he reaches Jimin’s bedroom, he finds him already under the sheets, staring at the tv and searching for a movie. Jeongguk clears his throat and quietly gets under with him, getting comfortable propped up against the pillows. Jimin doesn’t say anything for a second, instead focusing on starting the movie. When he does, Jeongguk’s lips pull up in a smile, but he’s soon distracted by his voice.

“Took you long enough,” he finally says, that teasing edge permanently laced in his tone. “Had fun?” He asks.

Jeongguk turns to look at him with a squinting gaze. He sticks his tongue out but it only makes Jimin laugh. “I didn’t,” he repeats. “I just needed time to collect myself.”

Jimin snorts. The movie is already playing, but Jeongguk has probably seen this movie a million times already. So he doesn’t mind missing a couple of minutes.

“Of course you did,” Jimin murmurs, his gaze already back towards the tv.

“You’re one to talk,” he shoots back, quickly managing to catch Jimin’s attention. “Are you sure this is just for your project, hyung? Is this something you’re into?”

He’s only meaning to tease, but Jimin’s gaze doesn’t falter. It moves to Jeongguk and shows him he’s ready to reply with more teasing, ready to shoot back things that will probably make him blush. And, sure enough, Jimin smiles sweetly.

“Is this your way of asking me what type of things I like when it comes to sex?” He asks. It doesn’t come off as teasing, but Jeongguk’s skin still feels hot and he wishes he’d turned off the lights before getting into bed because he’s sure Jimin can see it all over his face. “Because you can just ask,” he adds, when Jeongguk fails to respond.

That spikes Jeongguk’s interest, surprise taking over him.

“I can?” He asks, internally cringing at his choice of words.

Jimin just laughs, shaking his head and turning his body towards him. Jeongguk considers himself a pretty confident person, but Jimin, by all means, is ten times more confident than he can ever be. Or maybe it’s just about the way he holds himself, his stance, his teasing expression. Jeongguk just feels that whenever he’s around him.

“Yes, you can,” Jimin reassures. “We’re best friends.”

Jeongguk turns his body towards him as well. Jimin puts the movie on pause, apparently wanting to focus on this conversation.

“I mean, yeah,” Jeongguk mumbles. “But wouldn’t it be a bit...weird?”

Jimin shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing is weird in a bad way when it comes to us, Jeongguk-ah. And, anyway, we’re pretty crazy in the first place, so…” he trails off.

Jeongguk hesitates, nibbling on his lower lip for a second. Finally, he gives in and asks instead of trying to tease. It’s not like he was curious about it when he teased him about it, but now that Jimin has left the opportunity out in the open, he definitely wants to take it.

“Then, is it something you’re into?” He asks.

Jimin’s eyes gleam with that teasing edge.

“Depends on what you’re referring to,” he begins. “To having someone on edge and not letting them cum? Or watching someone struggling not to cum while trying to focus on something?” Jeongguk shifts, the heat on his skin settling on his lower belly. This is probably something they shouldn’t be talking about, especially after what happened a couple of minutes ago and knowing that the memory is still so fresh he’ll possibly get hard again. But the sheets are covering up anything that might be visible, so he hopes that if it happens, he’ll be able to pretend he’s fine. “Because if it’s that, then yeah. I’m into that. Haven’t done it that much, but…” he trails off, shrugging again. And then his eyes focus on Jeongguk, a smile forming on his lips. “What about you, Jeongguk-ah? Are you into being edged? Into being watched?”

Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat. He and Jimin have played this teasing game several times before, but this feels much more intense, possibly because of the whole situation and because of the conversation they’re having. They don’t tend to talk about sex, not in this way, at least. Still, Jimin just responded to him, so it’s only fair that Jeongguk responds, too.

“I guess I am,” he murmurs. “I didn’t precisely know. But...yeah, I am.”

“Huh,” Jimin breathes out.

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow.

“What?” He asks, feeling his cheeks heat up again.

Jimin shakes his head and turns back towards the movie.

“Nothing,” he replies. “Just funny you discovered that because of me.”

He’s grinning. And Jeongguk groans, pushing at his arm and making him fall over to the other side with a loud laugh. He’s having a lot of fun teasing Jeongguk in this situation and even though it makes him feel the slightest bit embarrassed, Jeongguk will never protest to Jimin teasing him. It’s fun. The push and pull, the stepping over the line, if only just a little bit.

It has nothing to do with his crush, of course. He tries to convince himself of that every single day.

“Come on, start the movie again,” Jeongguk mutters, sliding down further and getting comfortable. “Don’t make me regret helping you.”

Jimin giggles but does as he’s told, also sliding down. “Thank you,” he whispers, as the movie starts playing from the very beginning. “Really, I didn’t think anybody would want to help me out with this, for obvious reasons. And, anyway, I’m glad it’s you. I guess this is safer with you in every aspect of the situation. I trust you and I know you won’t purposefully ruin this. I also know that you’re taking it seriously. So...yeah, thank you, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk shows Jimin a smile and reaches out to gasp his hand under the sheets. He squeezes gently, reassuringly, before pulling back. “Of course, hyung. I would never hesitate to help you. You said there’s no weird in a bad way when it comes to us and I think that too. I’m always here for whatever you need, I promise.”

“I’m always here, too,” Jimin replies with a smile.

They grow quiet. Until Jimin pulls his gaze away and focuses on the movie, so Jeongguk follows suit and lets his gaze move back to the movie. Despite the situation, he quickly manages to fully invest himself in it, which shouldn’t come off as a surprise, considering the fact that it’s a Marvel movie. Jimin knows he loves them and that’s probably the reason he chose one. He just always knows. He knows Jeongguk in the deepest of ways, knows things Jeongguk has only ever told him.

He must have known Jeongguk was nervous about this and that he’d be more comfortable if he was distracted by something he liked a lot. It’s the reason why Jeongguk loves him so much. Tiny crush pushed aside, he cherishes Jimin’s presence in his life more than anything else in the world.

Somewhere along the movie, Jimin slides down until he’s fully laying down and Jeongguk can’t find it in him to tease about it because he looks so sleepy. This isn’t the only final project he’s working on. This is his last college semester so he’s struggling with time and homework. Jeongguk lets him fall asleep and instead focuses on the movie.

By the time the credits are rolling up, Jimin is fast asleep and has turned onto his side, facing Jeongguk. He has both his hands under his cheek, squished down against them in a way that makes him look cute. That’s the thing about Jimin. He’s beautiful, sexy and intimidating, his gaze always leaves Jeongguk feeling a little bit breathless. But then he’s also cute in a way that makes Jeongguk want to grab his cheeks and squish them until his plump lips push out in a huge pout.

A smile forms on his lips at the thought and he reaches out gently, fingertips brushing over Jimin’s cheek, pushing back the hair strands that have fallen over his face. Jimin doesn’t stir, clearly too exhausted. So Jeongguk does it one more time, allowing himself what he normally just pushes down. Looking at Jimin is always a far too dangerous zone. Because Jeongguk will frequently try to convince himself that he only has a crush on him, so tiny it doesn’t really mean anything. But he knows deep down that the feeling is anything but small. Something that’s been growing and will continue to grow the more time he spends with Jimin. And he doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t ever want to be away from him because Jimin is his safe place.

Pulling his hand away, he gently gets out of the bed, making sure that Jimin is well covered with the sheets so he doesn’t get cold during the night. He turns everything off and is as quiet as he can be while grabbing his things, putting his shoes on and leaving Jimin’s place.

He lives nearby, so the walk is quick. Yet those ten minutes it takes him to get home, while the playlist he’s created plays through his earphones, his brain uses to remind him of tonight. It’s not his fault. Music makes him get into his head and that makes Jeongguk remember, for some reason. So when he’s shown images of himself sitting there with his vibrator in his ass and Jimin watching him with intent, Jeongguk starts to grow hot again.

It’s probably because he was on edge for a while and didn’t get to cum. It’s probably because he’s in desperate need to finally release all that tension that has been building up inside of him since the second he stepped into Jimin’s place and he asked Jeongguk to get the vibrator inside him so they could begin. He finds himself walking faster, reaching his apartment faster than he would have on any other day.

He takes the stairs two at a time, reaching his floor quickly and stepping inside his place after struggling a lot to get his key in the locks. He has the decency to walk towards his bedroom, deciding that, even though he’s horny as fuck, he’s not about to risk his roommate being home and walking out on him jerking off desperately.

As soon as he’s there, he locks the door and drops his backpack on the floor, shoving his sweats and boxer briefs down and letting his cock spring free, half hard already. The touch is dry, but Jeongguk doesn’t have the patience in him to make everything more comfortable. No. He needs to cum. He can’t wait any longer. Despite the lack of lube, the second his fingers wrap around his cock, he sighs deeply, a full body shudder taking over him. He leans against the closed door, closing his eyes and jerking off at a rapid pace.

It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t want to tease himself, build up the pleasure. He’s had enough of that tonight. All he wants is to cum. And he wants it as fast as possible.

Closing his eyes is probably a bad idea, but when Jimin’s gaze appears in his mind, he finds that pleasure bubbles in his belly at an alarming rate. There’s just something about the way Jimin was looking at him, so unaffected―apparently, because he did say he was into watching someone that was on edge. And Jimin’s gaze has always been intense, intimidating.

It’s not the first time Jeongguk has thought about Jimin while jerking off, but it always leaves him feeling a bit too guilty for his own good. Not that he can stop it. He just can’t. Now that Jimin is there, looking back at him, Jeongguk can’t find it in him to open his eyes and shatter the illusion. So he keeps going, biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning too loud.

He’s jerking off angrily, hand sliding up and down his cock in a steady pace that makes pleasure lick up his spine, making his knees buckle. He slides down the door, ending up on the floor. But it doesn’t matter, legs spread and knees pulled up, he uses the position in his favor. He tilts his head back, lips falling open because he just can’t help it. Sighs and gasps leave his mouth whenever he twists his wrist upon reaching the tip and his eyebrows furrow when the heat starts to spread across his limbs.

Ah, yes. There it is. The orgasm he’s been desiring since Jimin stopped the fucking vibrator. When Jeongguk had asked why Jimin would have the control, Jimin had replied that it was better if it wasn’t Jeongguk who was controlling the vibrator, because knowing he had control over the situation would also not allow him to focus, distracting him whenever he got close or whenever it got to be too much, thinking that he could just turn it off whenever he wanted. Jeongguk couldn’t protest to that. He knew it was true. But he’d felt so frustrated when Jimin turned the vibrator off and he was so close.

Close. Fuck. He’s so fucking close. He whimpers, slowing down just enough that it drags out for a second longer. He squeezes tighter around the base of his cock, twisting to the sides and pulling out a breathy moan from his mouth before sliding back up, once, twice, fast and hard. Then he does the same thing at the base.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out, toes curling, pleasure building, body heating up.

It hits him so hard he has to reach up with his free hand to muffle his loud moans and whimpers, body twitching as he draws it out with long and slow strokes, making a mess of his hand and the floor, his shirt. Everything. He couldn’t care less. It feels like it lasts forever, his body shakes and twitches as he drives himself into oversensitivity and even pushes it further, groaning when his body begins to spasm upon being overstimulated.

His eyebrows furrow, his knees close up and he stops, body untensing, slumping down, relaxing immediately. He’s breathless, chest heaving, struggling to keep his eyes open now that his orgasm has washed over him and he’s growing tired. He looks down and finds the mess he’s made, hand covered in cum. He drops his head back against the door and sighs.

He’s a mess. A very terrible and stubborn mess.

↜↝

Jeongguk sometimes has bad days. There doesn’t always have to be a reason. Sometimes he’ll just wake up and feel like the world is horrible and he doesn’t want to get out of bed.

And today is one of those days. He’s been in bed all morning, hasn’t even moved. His roommate, Yoongi, was nice enough to make him breakfast and bring it to him. He didn’t question Jeongguk about it, just asked if he needed to talk and when Jeongguk said he didn’t really feel like it, he’d said he could reach out if he felt like it at any moment of the day. But because he has a very busy schedule, he’d left not much after and Jeongguk has been alone since.

Not that it’s a bad thing. He prefers to be alone when this happens. He keeps to himself and pretends the day doesn’t exist until it’s over and he wakes up feeling better the next day. Of course, Jimin is always there to help. He doesn’t pressure Jeongguk, always lets him slowly let go of the feelings, and stays around for whatever he might need. That’s when Jeongguk reaches out, of course. He doesn’t tend to because it’s overwhelming, feeling like this and having Jimin around, the one person that he knows can make it all better just with his presence.

He’s vulnerable and it’s harder to pretend that what he feels is just a tiny crush.

But today the universe has different plans for him because someone is ringing the doorbell and Jeongguk has to drag his ass out of bed to open for them. He knows it can’t be Yoongi because he obviously has a key to his own apartment and he’s never forgotten it in the time they’ve been living together. He kind of imagines it’s Jimin, mostly because Jeongguk hasn’t checked his phone since yesterday and Jimin has probably been texting him all morning. It’s Saturday, they also do something together on those days.

When he opens the door to Jimin, he finds that he isn’t really surprised. But his heart jumps and his pulse quickens because Jimin’s gaze is concerned and he’s here.

“Hey, Jeongguk-ah,” he says, showing him a small smile. “I was texting you but you weren’t replying. So I thought I’d come pester you. Got too shy after our sexy session?” He teases.

It’s been a week since then. They’ve seen each other at least three times since that happened. But Jimin keeps teasing him about it. Today, though, Jeongguk can’t find it in himself to even smile. He clears his throat and tilts his head to the side, reaching up to scratch at his neck nervously.

“Ah, hyung. I’m sorry,” he mumbles, dropping his hand and looking down. “Today’s not a good day.”

Jimin is quiet for a moment, but then his fingers press under Jeongguk’s chin and make him lift his face. “It’s one of those days, huh?” He inquires softly.

Jeongguk feels emotions clog up in his throat. All morning he’s pretended the world doesn’t exist and has kept the feeling pushed down. But now that Jimin is here, he finds that it’s harder to keep it in. So he nods, too scared of speaking up about it and ending up crying like a baby. Wouldn’t be a first, but he prefers not to break down. At least...not if he can prevent it.

“Then why don’t you go back to bed?” Jimin asks gently. “Want me to make you something to eat?”

Jeongguk’s stomach grumbles just then. He’s sure it must be three or maybe four in the afternoon. He hasn’t eaten anything since he nibbled on the toasts Yoongi made him earlier.

“I don’t know, hyung,” he mutters, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“Yah, there’s no such thing as that,” Jimin replies, taking a step forward and placing his hand on Jeongguk’s hip. “Come on, I’ll make you something quick. You need to eat.”

He always takes control whenever Jeongguk is feeling this way. It’s like he knows what Jeongguk needs even though Jeongguk himself has no idea. So he lets him do as he pleases because it’s better than doing nothing and keeping this ugly feeling in his chest.

Jimin guides him back to bed and makes him get in before disappearing. When he makes it back into Jeongguk’s bedroom, he has a bowl of Kimchi Jjigae in his hands. It smells delicious and Jeongguk’s stomach grumbles again. He’s hungry and even though he still feels terrible, Jimin is great at cooking. So Jeongguk knows he’ll enjoy it.

He sits up without Jimin having to nudge him to do it. He props himself up against the pillows and takes the bowl Jimin is handing him. It’s hot, but when it becomes bearable, Jeongguk starts eating it up quickly. Jimin doesn’t speak up, just sits on the bed with folded legs and Jeongguk finds that he’s already taken his shoes off at some point. He watches him eat in silence, doesn’t pressure him to speak.

When he’s done, Jimin takes it away and disappears for another long moment. He comes back when Jeongguk has already dragged himself to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and splashed his face, having settled under the sheets and curled up in a ball. Jimin silently takes a seat closer to him, facing his body and reaching out to card his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, finally.

Jeongguk keeps his eyes closed, letting the feeling of Jimin’s fingers carding through his hair take over him. It’s nice and relaxing. It makes him feel safe. He sighs.

“There’s not a particular reason,” he mumbles.

Jimin hums.

“I know,” he replies. And of course he does. He always does. “Is there anything you want me to do? Anything I can do to make it better?”

Jeongguk thinks about it for a second. He never knows what to do. There’s just nothing he can do. Nothing is causing these emotions, it’s just coming out of nowhere, for no reason at all. So, how can there be a solution for it?

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

Jimin’s fingers continue to card through his hair, combing it back, making him further relax. He’s calming down, heart settling, body giving in to the nice presence.

“I get it,” Jimin whispers. His voice is just as soothing as his touch and Jeongguk is grateful for it. “I have days like that too,” he goes on. Jeongguk knows. He’s been there for him too, many times. Normally, they just lay down together and Jimin spends most of the day sleeping until he wakes up feeling better. “I hate them. It’s always hard when you feel like shit but have no idea why. You just wake up and know the day is going to be bad and nothing can shake you out of that.”

Jeongguk opens his eyes. It’s so easy to relate to that. It’s something he figures everybody must go through at least once. But it doesn’t make it feel any easier. It’s not easier to get through, either. Just with Jimin. Not because he knows Jimin has felt it too, understands it. No. Because Jimin’s presence is enough for Jeongguk to feel better.

He pushes the thought away, not wanting to dive into that. Not right now. He really shouldn’t.

“What do you do?” Jeongguk asks. “I know you just sleep it out, but...is that all? Don’t you have a secret?” He asks, trying to smile, but failing miserably. Jimin’s fingertips slide over his cheek, reminding him of how he’d touched Jimin's face when he’d fallen asleep a week ago.

“Honestly?” Jimin asks. His smile is genuine and somehow makes Jeongguk feel warm all over. Gone is his normally teasing self and even though Jeongguk really likes that Jimin, he really likes this one, too. Because it calms him down and takes away all the bad feelings building up inside his chest. “I just wait for you,” he whispers. “You’re my secret, I guess. Whenever you’re around, it’s easier to pretend it’s not there, it’s easier to ignore it. It doesn’t go away, but I can get through it easier.”

Jeongguk wasn’t expecting Jimin to say that. Sure, he’s always there when he knows Jimin is feeling down. But he didn’t know it was what Jimin relied on to feel better, to forget about the ugly feeling in his chest. He reaches up for Jimin’s hand that’s still in his hair and places it down, holding it tightly between both his hands. He closes his eyes and lets his forehead fall to their clasped hands.

“I also wait for you,” he murmurs. “You make it easier.”

It’s true. It’s always been that way. Jimin’s free hand moves to his hair to replace the other one and continues to card through the strands. Jeongguk doesn’t tend to sleep much when he’s feeling this way, thoughts swirling in his mind and keeping him up. But with Jimin here, it takes over him quickly, tiredness washing over his body until he falls asleep still holding on tightly to Jimin’s hand.

↜↝

Jeongguk looks at himself in the mirror. It’s been just ten days since the first time they did this but he feels just as nervous as he did back then. Nothing has changed between him and Jimin. Everything is still as it’s always been and Jimin is still there for him whenever he needs it, last saturday was proof enough of that. So he knows this won’t change it, either. But that doesn’t mean it won’t make him feel as good as it did the first time, especially considering the fact that this time he’s going to have a vibrator attached to the head of his cock.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. No good getting horny when they haven’t even gotten started yet. He might as well just get this over with. He slides his pants and boxer briefs down, quickly settling everything into place before lifting them up again. It’s as strange as the first time, knowing that he’s about to go out to where Jimin is and that Jimin will be controlling the vibrations.

Deciding it’s better not to think too much about it, he makes his way out of the bathroom and heads for the living room. Jimin is already sitting and waiting for him. He shows Jeongguk a smile that seems genuine and not teasing, looking down at his laptop and typing away for a moment. Meanwhile, Jeongguk walks towards his seat, sitting down and grabbing the book. He’s not sure what page they ended up on last time. He reads over a couple until he reaches where he thinks they stopped and looks up towards Jimin.

The older one looks up from his laptop just then.

“Ready to start?” He asks.

No. Jeongguk doesn’t feel the slightest bit ready. But he nods and clears his throat, looking down to the book. He remembers he was reading something about dopamine, which is clearly related to pleasure somehow and figures Jimin would choose this book specifically for him to read while having a vibrator inside him or on him. Not that it makes it harder to not think about said pleasure, because he honestly has no idea of what he read, he didn’t focus as much as he thought he would. It’s just teasing and that’s what makes Jeongguk feel more aroused.

“Okay, remember to tell me if you need to stop at any point or if there’s anything you don’t like,” Jimin states, just as he did the first time. “And remember not to cum. I’ll watch closely, but...you’re the one feeling pleasure, so…” he trails off. Jeongguk feels his cheeks heat up but he nods and keeps his eyes on the book. “Good, let’s begin.”

It should feel methodical, it is methodical. This is just a project Jimin is very focused on. But the second the vibrations start, Jeongguk feels his body jerk, muscles tensing up. He’s always been far too sensitive and he’s very worried he won’t last long enough for Jimin to take all the notes he needs.

“You can start reading now, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin gently reminds him.

Yes, Jeongguk knows. He just needed a second to compose himself. He starts reading with a steady voice, just like the first time. For the most part, he manages pretty well during the first two pages. His voice doesn’t falter, his focus remains on the words he’s reading, despite the fact that he can feel the vibrations and they’re making heat coil in his lower belly, spread over his thighs.

Jeongguk thinks that, the less he focuses on it, the easier it should be to hold off his orgasm. But the more time goes by and the more he hears Jimin typing across his keyboard, he realizes that his brain and his body are in no coordination whatsoever because even though he’s focused on reading, the pleasure is beginning to feel overwhelmingly good.

“Jeongguk,” Jimin interrupts, when Jeongguk reaches the middle of the third page. He’s sweating, it’s sliding down in between his shoulder blades and collecting on his forehead and his hands are starting to sweat as well.

“Yes?” He asks, lifting his gaze from the book and looking towards Jimin.

“You’re more focused today,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “You sure you put the vibrator right under the head of your cock?”

Jeongguk’s cheeks turn bright red and his body heats up. He’s not sure why Jimin is interrupting him this time around. He never did the first time, only intervened whenever Jeongguk was silent for too long. But having him say that when he’s in the middle of pretending he has nothing wrapped against his cock, it makes it too damn hard.

“I uh, yeah,” he breathes out. “I followed the instructions,” he adds.

Jimin hums, his lips pulling up in a teasing smile.

“Okay, you can go on.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing as he looks down at the book again. He’s not sure where he stopped. The seconds it takes him to find the sentence feel endless. It’s too hard to not focus on the pleasure when he’s not focused on the words. It hits him that Jimin probably interrupted him with a purpose, to make it harder for him. His eyes shoot up and he finds Jimin staring at him. His gaze is intense and firm, it makes Jeongguk’s skin heat up.

He clears his throat. He supposes Jimin is doing this as a part of the project. He did say that he might do a couple of things along the way if he felt they would help out with the investigation, that’s the reason he asks Jeongguk to tell him to stop if at any point he feels uncomfortable. It must be. It has to be. There’s no way he’s doing it just because.

Jeongguk is grateful he finds his last sentence fast when he looks back down to the book and he pushes aside the pleasure in hopes of focusing on the book.

“In popular culture and media, dopamine is usually seen as the main chemical of pleasure,” he goes on, trying to grow interested enough in what he’s reading that he gets distracted for a while. It is an interesting subject, but Jeongguk’s heart is beating so fast and his mind is filled with all the pleasure he’s feeling around his cock. It’s just too hard to get invested in it. “But the current opinion in pharmacology is that dopamine instead confers motivational salience. In other words, dopamine signals the perceived motivational prominence of an outcome, which in turn propels the organism’s behavior toward or away from achieving that outcome.”

He feels very proud of himself for having been able to read that whole paragraph without stuttering. Surprisingly, he makes it to the end of the third page without faltering. But he realizes he’s getting too ahead of himself the second he starts page four.

He makes a mistake. It’s hard to keep his gaze away from Jimin when he hasn’t typed anything since he stopped Jeongguk to ask him about the vibrator. Why isn’t he typing? Is he just watching? Jeongguk looks up, wondering, curious. And curiosity is perhaps what makes him lose what little resolve he had. Jimin’s eyes are hooded, intense. Jeongguk’s lips part, his body jerking when a jolt of pleasure suddenly moves up his spine, making him shudder.

The vibrations are set on the lowest again. But he’s sure a good amount of minutes have gone by now and his sensitive cock can only take so much before he starts to give in to pleasure. He notices the change, having the first experience as a reminder of how it started to take over his body. His palms are so sweaty now that the book starts to slip and he finds himself pulling his thighs together, hoping it’ll sooth the pleasure a bit, make it more bearable. But it proves to be a mistake because it only applies more pressure on his cock and as a result, that makes another jolt of pleasure shoot up his spine.

“Fuck,” he mutters, setting the book down for a second. Just one moment. He needs to breathe.

“Everything okay?” Jimin asks.

No. Jeongguk lifts his gaze and squints at him.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles.

Jimin’s lips pull up in a grin. Fuck. He’s doing it to mess with Jeongguk, that much is obvious. Jeongguk isn’t sure anymore if it’s for the project or just because he wants to. Either way, it’s doing wonders with making it harder to focus. He won’t let Jimin get into his head. He’s determined and stubborn and he can go on longer without growing distracted.

“Inside the brain, dopamine plays important roles in executive functions, motor control, motivation, arousal, reinforcement, and reward, as well as lower-level functions including, lactation, sexual gratification, and nausea,” he goes on. Jimin is typing again and, as much as that makes him feel curious again, he tries his best to continue. “The dopa―dopaminergic cell groups and pathways make up the dopamine system which is neuromodulatory.”

The last words leave his lips breathy, shaky. Jeongguk’s body is starting to tremble. Oh, god. He opens his legs again, taking away the pressure and it relieves him for the slightest moment, but it takes over just as fast. It’s no use. Pleasure is everywhere. His body feels so warm and Jeongguk is so painfully hard, he just wants to jerk off.

Thinking about that is the worst idea he’s ever had. Because immediately, he’s reminded of how he’d jerked off the second he got home after the first time and that thought inevitably makes Jimin appear in his mind. It’s not helpful that Jimin is actually in the room right now. Watching him.

He’s watching.

To having someone on edge and not letting them cum? Or watching someone struggling not to cum while trying to focus on something? His words are still so clear in Jeongguk’s brain. The fact that Jimin is enjoying this, that he likes this type of thing, it isn’t helping.

“You’re starting to get distracted again,” Jimin’s voice startles him, causing him to jerk and that just makes him shift in his seat, the movement causing pleasure to shoot up his spine. He barely manages to contain his gasp. “What are you thinking about, Jeongguk-ah?”

Jeongguk clears his head.

“Nothing important,” he lies.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asks back. “You’re getting red and also growing significantly shakier. It seems to me like you’re thinking about something very motivating.”

Jeongguk’s fingers clench around the book he’s holding. He’s not reading and Jimin is distracting him more and that’s why it’s becoming progressively harder to ignore the pleasure. It’s all he can think about again.

“Motivating,” he mumbles, shaking his head and snorting.

Jimin types something on his laptop and that makes Jeongguk lifts his gaze, curious as to what he’s picking up on right now, why he finds it so important to write down. “I bet your dopamine levels are all over the place right now. You know that everything you’re reading is happening to your body? Arousal is―”

“I get it,” Jeongguk interrupts through his teeth. “You’re distracting me on purpose and it’s not gonna work,” he adds, looking back down on the book in hopes of finding the last sentence he read so he can continue before Jimin can shoot back his remark. But it takes him too long and Jimin is already responding.

“Am I, now?” He asks, teasing.

Jeongguk finds it.

“Yes,” he mutters and then starts reading again. “In the language used to discuss the reward system, reward is the attractive and motivational property of a stimulus that induces appetitive behavior, also known as approach behavior, and consummatory behavior,” he reads out loud. He doesn’t need to look up to know that Jimin is looking. Once more, he’s not typing. He’s just watching, probably smiling, probably having fun with how hard this is becoming for Jeongguk already.

“A reward,” Jimin voices out. Jeongguk stares at the last word he read, hoping he won’t lose it even if Jimin continues distracting him. “Even though you know you’re not getting a reward by the end of this, your body is reacting to it without a problem.”

If he had any doubts that Jimin was trying to mess with him, it’s pretty clear at this point that Jimin is doing it on purpose. And despite the fact that it makes it harder for Jeongguk...he likes it. He likes the teasing, likes knowing that Jimin is watching him intently, not missing a single reaction of his body to the pleasure, he likes that he’s trying to get Jeongguk more turned on. Even if he’s only doing it for his project, Jeongguk can’t stop himself from enjoying it.

“A rewarding stimulus,” he tries to keep going, but the words are starting to look blurry again. He knows that he’s reaching the end already and he panics, briefly wondering if this is longer than he lasted the first time, if it’s been too much of a short time, if it’s too soon. He’s lost count of time. He’s not sure how many pages he’s read. Maybe he’s read less than last time. “Is one that can induce the―” he’s in the middle of saying when another jolt of pleasure makes him pause, muscles tensing. It’s a mistake because pleasure turns more intense for a moment and Jeongguk’s hands shake. He pushes the thought away but he realizes he’s growing close by the second and there’s no way to stop it.

“The…” Jimin trails off, inviting him to continue.

Jeongguk is foolish enough to try.

“The organism to―” he manages, before his muscles tense up again. “Approach,” he breathes out but then pauses again.

His body is burning up. His head is spinning, pleasure is turning blinding, and is growing inside him at an alarming rate.

“You’re struggling so much,” Jimin whispers. “Are you close?”

Jeongguk lets go of one of the sides of the book, fingers clenching in a fist. He shakes his head no, but it’s pretty obvious that he is. He tries to speak up but he can feel it already building inside of him. His abdomen clenches, his body tenses up, his toes curl in his shoes and his lips fall open.

He doesn’t try to keep reading. There’s no point in it, no point at all. It’s useless, he won’t be able to read absolutely anything anymore. Instead, he tilts his head back, trying to breathe, trying to calm down. He tries, but fails. Thighs trembling, he starts to think that Jimin will let him cum this time around. Because the pleasure continues, the vibrations remain around him and make him near his orgasm quicker. It keeps going until Jeongguk is sure he’s whining. His ears are ringing, his body is begging him to give in but he isn’t supposed to come.

So he’s trying so hard to hold back, but that’s just making him feel more turned on.

This time around, his orgasm is coming out of nowhere, bringing him closer to the edge faster than he expected, more suddenly. It builds inside of him, make him groan and then it’s gone.

It disappears so suddenly that for a moment, Jeongguk forgets where he is, what he’s doing. He whimpers, slumping down in his seat and hoping that the pleasure will come back, that he’ll be able to cum. But it doesn’t and Jeongguk realizes what he’s doing, cheeks heating up as he sits up straight and clears his throat. He can’t believe he got so overwhelmed he whimpered.

His eyes move to Jimin. The laptop is closed on his lap. Did he take enough notes? Did he watch Jeongguk struggle towards the end? Did he hear him whimper? Did he see him while he was whimpering, desperate to cum? Jeongguk freezes, staring back at him with his heart beating a million miles an hour. He knows Jimin is taking this seriously because this is a very important project for him. But there’s also a part of him that feels like Jimin is having fun with this and, even if it makes his skin heat up...he likes being watched by him.

It has everything to do with his crush and nothing to do with the fact that he’s in a very arousing position. He’s sure that, if this weren’t Jimin, he wouldn’t feel this turned on, he wouldn’t feel this affected. Perhaps he should’ve thought this through. He did have plenty of time to think about it, but all things considered, he thought it wouldn’t change much what he felt. He was wrong. Starting with the fact that his feelings haven’t ever been just a small crush on his best friends. No. He’s always felt more. And this whole situation, for some reason, is making those feelings grow.

There’s just one more stage to get through. Just once more and then it’s done. It’s still a little bit surreal that they’re doing this, no matter how much he’s thought about it over the past three weeks.

“You were less focused this time,” Jimin mentions, his voice making Jeongguk jump in his spot. He still feels his orgasm bubbling in his lower belly, slowly going away, out of his reach. He stays still, too scared that any movement will make pleasure take over again and push him over the edge. “Guess you’re more sensitive there,” he adds.

Jeongguk looks up, squinting his gaze towards Jimin and, of course, he's smiling. He’s teasing. He’s having fun.

“You’re one to talk when you’re clearly having fun,” he mutters, sticking his tongue out in a childish manner.

Jimin laughs and shakes his head. He stands up and puts the laptop aside before walking towards Jeongguk. Jeongguk had forgotten he had that watch-like device on his wrist and his heart picks up it’s pace as Jimin reaches his side. He’d put it on before heading towards the bathroom, Jimin said it was better to check out how his pulse changed even from the beginning, before anything intense was happening.

He feels his fingers brush against his skin as he gently takes it off and heads back towards his spot.

“I am, actually,” Jimin replies. “Not gonna pretend you don’t look sexy while you’re struggling,” he adds, nonchalantly. When Jeongguk fails to reply, too shocked by his straight forward words, Jimin turns to look at him, eyebrows raised. “What? You know you’re hot.”

Jimin has never been shy about complimenting him. Jeongguk too has told him many times how beautiful and intimidating he thinks he is―mostly when being drunk. But it’s different when they’re in this situation, when he has a vibrator on his cock and he was on the verge of cumming just seconds ago.

“I uh―I have to go,” he blurts out. “I forgot I had homework to finish,” he explains, standing up in a hurry, grimacing when the new position makes his erection more visible. “Gonna go take this off,” he mutters, bolting out of there before he can make a bigger fool of himself.

He still notices Jimin’s shocked expression as he leaves the living room, quickly locking himself up in the bathroom. With shaky fingers, he detaches the vibrator from himself, struggling to stop himself from touching himself and pushing over the edge the way he desperately wants. It would be so easy, so fast. He knows he wouldn’t last long, not right now. But he refuses to do that in Jimin’s bathroom, especially knowing that Jimin is out there, possibly imagining what he’s doing.

Jeongguk doesn’t even wait for it to go down. He rearranges himself the best he can and puts his toy away, grateful he left his backpack here this time around.

When he steps out of the bathroom, Jimin is leaning against the wall opposite to him, a worried expression quickly meeting Jeongguk’s eyes.

“Jeongguk-ah,” he quickly says, taking a step forward. Jeongguk is mindful not to flinch even though he doesn’t want Jimin’s hands anywhere near him right now. It would be the end for him, he’d be such a goner. “Did I say something that made you uncomfortable? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, hyung,” Jeongguk is quick to reassure him, shaking his head. The last thing he wants is for Jimin to think Jeongguk feels the way. He’s just desperate to cum and he has feelings for him and this is not the right place to be right now in this condition. “I just―” he tries. He closes his eyes for a second, takes a deep breath. And finally decides that there’s no use pretending he’s not desperate to get home because he needs to cum. “I need to take care of some stuff,” he mumbles, cheeks heating up.

Jimin’s expression morphs from worry to confusion and then finally to realization. Humor takes over his gaze and he relaxes, seeming to quickly understand.

“Huh,” he states, lips pulling up in a small smile. “I did tell you you could use the bathroom if you―”

Jeongguk groans.

“Leave me be,” he mutters, reaching up to cover his face with his hands. “I’m fine,” he promises. “I’ll text you tomorrow, I promise.”

Jimin hums and steps aside, letting Jeongguk make his way towards the living room again and head for the front door.

“Gonna need what’s left of today to recover, hm?” Jimin teases, as Jeongguk opens the door and steps out, backpack hanging from one shoulder.

“Hyung,” he warns, squinting at him. “You’re a menace.”

Jimin laughs.

“Take care, Jeongguk-ah,” he shoots back, winking at him before closing the door.

Now that he’s alone and the playful banter is gone, Jeongguk turns around in his heels and gets out of there faster than he ever has. He goes as fast as he physically can without actually running and gets home twice as fast as he did the first time. This time around, he knows Yoongi isn’t home, so the second the door of his apartment closes, he shoves his hand into his boxer briefs and jerks himself off.

His orgasm is long gone, but he only needs to think about it for a second, about the whole scene back at Jimin’s place and he’s quickly getting hard. He still has the decency to make his way up the stairs, groaning when he finds it’s not an easy task when he’s distracted trying to make himself cum.

As soon as he closes the door to his bedroom, he collapses on the floor, on his knees, his free hand falling forward and holding him up. He doesn’t care that he’s going to make a mess of himself, he doesn’t care that he could make this easier for himself by just sliding his sweats down. He can’t stop.

If anyone were to see him like this, they’d think he’s so desperate, so whiny and eager to cum. It only makes his skin heat up, body tensing, hips buckling into his hand. It takes him less time than it did before. His orgasm builds and builds. Even as he pushes over the edge and cums into his hand, it feels like it’s still building, waves of pleasure shooting from his groin to his limbs, causing his body to shake, making moans and whines slip past his lips.

Forehead on the ground, he pulls his hand away faster than usual, unable to take the oversensitivity that settles quickly around him. He sighs and turns onto his back, slumping down with exhaustion. He’s overwhelmed, he’s overwhelmed but in the best way. Even though he knows he’s stepping into dangerous territory, he can’t help but feel his heart beating quickly, he can’t help but think about Jimin.

Jimin looking at him with hooded eyes, with intent, obviously enjoying what he’s seeing. Yeah, Jeongguk can’t help it. He likes having Jimin’s eyes on him in that way.

And later, when he wakes up in cold sweat, body shaking and hard on painfully obvious under the sheets, he drops down and gives in with a loud sigh, realizing he’s so royally fucked.

↜↝

Despite that second intense session, things still remain the same. During the week, they meet up to have lunch together, tease and pester each other. Taehyung joins them and they watch a movie together at the cinema. They even go back to Jeongguk’s place and spend hours talking.

They see each other again about two or three more times. And Jeongguk keeps feeling this different type of closeness, but he figures it can still pass by as friendship. Or...he can pretend it does.

And everything is fine. Jeongguk has convinced himself of that and will continue to tell himself that as the days go by and he comes closer to their last session. He has four more days to go.

As he makes his way inside the house, he looks around in search of his friends. He’s running late because he has homework to finish, so all six of them already arrived at the party about an hour ago. His heart is beating faster than normal and he knows it’s because he’s going to see Jimin again. He always feels this way, excitement taking over his chest, making him eagerly wait for their reunion.

Ironically enough, it’s Jimin who he sees first. He stands out, but Jeongguk is sure it’s because he was looking for him, desperate to catch a sight. His hair is parted across the middle, styled nicely and combed backwards. He has dangling earrings, his plump lips are a rosy pink and his eyes meet Jeongguk’s across the place. The room is full of dancing bodies, but Jeongguk only has eyes for Jimin. He looks so beautiful.

He reaches him first, moves to hug him after spotting his inviting smile and warm gaze. Jimin hugs him back, laughing when Jeongguk picks him up from the floor, arm wrapped around his waist. He puts him down a second later, but stays wrapped around him, hiding his face in his neck. There’s just something about night time and parties. It makes everything different, everything seems possible and Jeongguk gets extra clingy whenever that happens.

“Hi, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin’s voice murmurs into his ear. He hears it despite the loud music and squeezes a bit harder, smiling when Jimin groans and tells him he can’t breathe.

He leans away, smiling down at him. “Hey, hyung.”

“Yah, all of us are here, you know?” Taehyung’s voice breaks the moment and Jeongguk turns towards him, smiling apologetically.

He moves forward to greet the rest of his hyungs. He hasn’t seen them all in a while and because of their different, busy schedules, they don’t really get to meet up enough. Mostly, he spends a lot of time with Jimin and Taehyung. They’ve all started drinking already, so Jeongguk catches up with a glass before they settle into conversation. It’s a night to relax and Jeongguk hasn’t gotten a chance for that in a while.

They dance around, laugh and have fun. Jeongguk finds himself unable to stay away from Jimin. It’s just been harder lately and tonight he wants to just give in. Jimin doesn’t even seem to mind. If anything, he also seeks out Jeongguk, reaches for his hand every couple of seconds and squeezes gently. He places his hand on the small of Jeongguk’s back and makes his skin warm up because for some strange reason, every little thing coming from him lately reminds him of the two times he’s been on the verge of cumming in front of Jimin.

It’s when midnight comes around and they’ve all had their fair share of alcohol that Taehyung proposes a game, which everybody is immediately opposed to. But Taehyung is great at convincing whenever he has his mind set on something, so eventually, they find themselves together at a far corner of the party. There’s a bottle and they’re asked to sit down, so Jeongguk already has an idea of where this is going.

“We’re so old for this,” Yoongi groans, but he’s currently sitting between Namjoon and Hoseok, seemingly ready to play.

“We’re never too old to spin the bottle,” Taehyung states. “We’ll make it fun,” he adds. The music isn’t as loud here, so it’s nice that they don’t have to be screaming over it anymore. “We can pick between truth or dare, and if you don’t want to do whatever you’re asked to do, you can drink. How does that sound?”

“I already have a feeling I’m going to get drunk,” Namjoon mutters, taking a sip from his cup.

“Same here,” Seokjin points out.

Taehyung grins.

“That’s the point.” Jeongguk glances towards his side. Jimin doesn’t seem to hate the idea. If anything, he seems excited. And Jeongguk figures it is. They don’t get a chance to unwind like this frequently. They have busy schedules these days and this is safe territory, they’re all very close friends. “Okay, I’ll start,” Taehyung states, when everybody is already seated and has alcohol in hand. All seven of them are cramped up close to each other, knees touching, legs folded. Jeongguk is more focused on Jimin beside him than he is on the bottle spinning in the middle of the circle they’ve formed. It lands on Yoongi and Taehyung lifts his gaze towards him. “Truth or dare, hyung?”

Yoongi doesn’t even think about it. “Truth.”

Taehyung nods. “Have you and Namjoon hyung kissed before?”

It seems that Taehyung also didn’t have to hesitate. Jeongguk is surprised this is the first question being tossed out there. He would have expected it to start from the bottom, gradually turn more intense as they started to get drunker. But it seems Taehyung had another idea in mind and Yoongi’s shocked expression is enough to make everybody turn even more curious. Yoongi’s eyes move towards Namjoon, but the older one is looking down at his cup.

Yoongi squints his gaze towards Taehyung and shrugs. “Was gonna drink, but that would basically mean I’m confirming it, so yes. We have.”

It shouldn’t be so surprising. Namjoon and Yoongi have known each other for a long time and they’ve always had this strange connection that nobody else can understand. They aren’t together, so that makes Jeongguk’s curiosity spike. Is there something going on between them? Or was it just a one time thing?

“Aw, nothing more?” Jimin asks. “You gotta tell the details, hyung.”

Jeongguk snorts, but nods because of course he has to.

“You’ll have to wait until I pick truth again for that,” Yoongi replies, smiling when everybody groans in protest.

“Okay, fine,” Taehyung mutters, turning towards Hoseok, beside him. “Lets go this way. Your turn, hyung.”

“Oh, god. I’m gonna make a fool of myself whenever it lands on me, I already know,” he mumbles, spinning the bottle.

It lands on Namjoon and it makes everybody laugh.

“Is this a setup or something?” Namjoon asks, shaking his head. “I’m too scared of whatever you’ll ask me to do so I’m gonna go for truth against all odds.”

Hoseok grins and leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Okay, perfect. How many times have you and Yoongi hyung kissed?”

Yoongi snorts and Namjoon covers his face with his hand, groaning loudly. When he drops his hand, he seems embarrassed, but he replies shortly. “More times than I can count, probably.”

Namjoon and Yoongi look at each other, sharing something through their gazes. Everybody pesters them around when Yoongi pats Namjoon’s thigh but then it’s Yoongi’s turn and he spins the bottle before they can focus on them for too long.

This time it lands on Jimin. Jeongguk’s heart speeds up for reasons he doesn't really understand. Jimin just smiles, tilting his head to the side and pretending to think about it for a couple of seconds. “Truth,” he finally says.

It’s Yoongi’s turn to grin. Jeongguk holds his breath, wanting to hear what’s about to be asked. “I was gonna ask if you and Taehyung have kissed before but I think all of us know that answer already,” he begins, tapping his chin gently. Yes, Jeongguk knew it too. Jimin and Taehyung haven’t ever had anything aside from a very deep friendship, but they kissed once a very long time ago, something about learning from the experience or whatever. Jeongguk wouldn’t be surprised to find out they’ve even showered together. They’re close like that. “Let’s see...okay, since y’all are a bunch of cowards that can’t pick dare, I will make this more spicy. Have you ever had sex with Taehyung?”

Taehyung laughs out loud and Jimin snorts, shaking his head.

“That would be a no,” he responds.

Jeongguk knew that, too. He knows a lot of things. Jimin has always shared everything with him. They’ve talked and talked for hours on end, confessed things that only they know, told each other what is too hard to voice out to the world. Jeongguk doesn’t think he’ll be learning anything new today, but it doesn’t matter. He’s content like this, he’s content beside Jimin.

“No fun,” Seokjin says, leaning back on his hands. Everybody seems to agree but Jimin shrugs, taking a sip from his cup while Namjoon reaches out for the bottle.

“My turn,” he states, spinning it.

Jeongguk’s heart jumps in his chest when it lands on him.

“Okay time for a dare, so make Jeongguk do something, hyung,” Taehyung voices out.

“Hey!” Jeongguk shoots back, eyebrows furrowing. “Why me?”

“Too many truths, it’s time for some action,” Taehyung replies.

“Come on, Jeonggukie. I know you can do it,” Jimin teases, reaching out to card his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair and oh, Jeongguk can’t say no to him.

He grumbles but nods. “Fine, dare it is, then.”

“Cute,” Jimin mumbles to himself and Jeongguk is sure he’s the only one who catches it.

“Okay. let me think for a second,” Namjoon starts, rubbing his chin as he thinks it through. “God, I’m not good at this game. I don’t know, choose someone and hold their hand for the rest of this round.”

“Oh my god, are we children?” Yoongi asks, just as someone tells Namjoon that he really is bad at this game.

Everybody laughs but Jeongguk already knows who he’s going to pick so he just reaches out and grabs Jimin’s hand. The older one shoots him a smile, squeezing his hand back and more yells erupt, his friends messing with him. They all laugh and joke around for a whole five minutes before Seokjin finally takes his turn. The bottle spins for a tad bit too long but finally lands on Taehyung.

“Dare,” Taehyung says, before Seokjin even has the chance to ask.

“Well,” Seokjin begins, lips already forming a grin. Despite having grumbled a lot before starting this game, they all are already very invested in it and Jeongguk isn’t surprised. They’ve always been pretty crazy. This could potentially end terribly, considering the fact they’ve been drinking, but they don’t really care. “Since we all know that you and Jimin have kissed before, how about we see it?”

Everybody is silent for a long moment, shock evident in the air around them. But Taehyung leans towards Jimin and places a kiss on Jimin’s cheek. Then he takes a drink from his glass and shrugs.

“No can do, my friends. Don’t wanna make anyone jealous,” he states, eyes meeting Jeongguk’s as he lifts his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Everybody is too busy protesting to realize. Even Jimin is laughing while Jeongguk has a staring contest with Jeongguk. What? Taehyung doesn’t look away, just shows him a smile that has Jeongguk realizing all too suddenly that Taehyung knows. Oh, fuck. Has he been too obvious? If Taehyung has noticed, has Jimin noticed, too? It can’t be. Jimin hasn’t been acting any differently. Everything has been the same as always. No. Maybe Taehyung doesn’t even know. Maybe he’s just teasing. He always does, after all. Ever since Jeongguk said Jimin was an angel while being drunk, he’s had a blast laughing and pestering him around. Yes. He’s probably just teasing, as always.

It’s Jeongguk’s turn now. He realizes that it is when he spots everybody staring at him, waiting for him to continue the game. He’d been so lost in his thoughts. Jimin’s hand moves and Jeongguk hesitates, turning to look at him. Jimin smiles and Jeongguk lets go slowly, only to have Jimin twine their fingers together.

“Better,” he whispers and once again, Jeongguk is sure only he manages to catch it.

Jeongguk spins the bottle, content and more relaxed now that he has Jimin’s fingers in between his own. Nobody mentions anything about the change, nobody teases, everybody is focused on the bottle as it comes to a stop and falls on Hoseok.

“I’m gonna go for truth. Not gonna risk y’all making me do something stupid,” he says.

“Out of all six of us, who do you consider the hottest?” He asks.

Hoseok snorts.

“Definitely Jin hyung. He’s sexy,” he responds easily.

“Well, thank you very much, I am,” Seokjin responds.

That causes another round of laughs to take over the group, but they get back to the game quickly. Jimin reaches forward, spinning the bottle because it’s his turn. It spins for a couple of seconds and lands on Seokjin.

“Truth or dare, hyung?” Jimin asks with a smile.

“Hm. Truth.”

Jimin is quick to ask, as if he’s had the question in his mind for a while now. “Have you ever kissed anyone in this group?”

Silence settles. Everybody is expectant for the answer. Seokjin laughs, shaking his head and sighs. “Yes, I have.”

For a while, all that can be heard are screams and questions, everybody trying to get Seokjin to confess who he kissed, but he doesn’t tell them, says he will take it to the grave. Jeongguk looks around, trying to see if anybody is suspicious but all of them are laughing and trying to get Seokjin to speak, so it’s hard to tell. Eventually, he gives up and by then, everybody has settled. The first round is over and it’s finally Taehyung’s turn again. Despite knowing that he doesn’t have to hold Jimin’s hand anymore, he doesn’t want to let go and Jimin doesn’t pull away, either.

“I expect better questions and dares this round,” Taehyung voices out. “Please bring out the spicy stuff.” He spins the bottle, hard enough that it keeps going for a long time. As it slowly comes to a stop, Jeongguk realizes that it’s pointing towards him and it makes his heart pick up it’s pace, nervous about whatever is coming his way. “Let’s see, Jeongguk-ah. Truth or dare?”

Jeongguk is too scared to pick either. He can always drink from his glass, but that’s basically like confessing to whatever they’re asking.

“Truth,” he finally settles for.

Jimin’s warm hand has a calming effect on him, but he’s still nervous and it’s worse when Taehyung’s lips pull up in a grin. “If you had to pick someone to kiss out of the six of us, who would it be?”

Jeongguk freezes. He reaches for his cup just a second later, but everybody starts to protest, saying he has to answer. Jeongguk grumbles, shakes his head and takes a sip anyway, sealing his mouth and refusing to answer. His friends give in, easily, but Jeongguk’s heart is left beating so fast, skin feeling warm.

The answer was on the tip of his tongue. It would have been so easy to say it, pretend it was just the alcohol, the game. But he couldn’t do it. He’s too nervous about it, especially with everything that’s been going on between them lately.

He startles when he feels Jimin leaning into him, his lips coming close to his ear. It pulls a shudder out of him, body leaning towards Jimin without being able to stop it.

“No fair, Jeonggukie. I’m kinda curious now,” he whispers.

Jeongguk turns to fully look at Jimin, surprised that he’s so curious about it. But he takes the chance to tease and shrugs. “Sorry, hyung. You’ll have to keep wondering.”

Jimin pouts, but soon enough smiles, shaking his head. Jeongguk smiles as well, relaxing a little bit. That is, until he looks back towards the center and finds the bottle pointing at him again. Hoseok has spinned it and it has landed on Jeongguk once more.

“Come on, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, reaching up to card his fingers through his hair. Now what’s he supposed to pick? What if they ask him something about the previous question again? He sighs and speaks up before he can overthink too much. “I’ll go for a dare, this time.”

It can’t be any worse than the last question. It can’t be. Taehyung leans towards Hoseok, covering his mouth and speaking into his ear. Jeongguk’s heart jumps in his chest. That can’t be good. Taehyung loves teasing just as much as Jimin does and he’s sure whatever he’s suggesting will be something crazy. And, sure enough, when Hoseok speaks up, Jeongguk finds himself breathless once more, nervousness quickly taking over his body.

“I dare you to kiss Jimin.”

Jeongguk isn't sure of why he reacts the way he does. He's thought about kissing Jimin so many times before that he's lost count. And he could do that now, he could do the dare, lean towards Jimin and kiss him the way he's imagined for years now. But despite it seeming so easy, it feels like the hardest thing to do. Because this isn't what he imagined when he thought about kissing Jimin for the first time in his life.

This isn't how he wants their first kiss to be. So he does the only thing that occurs to him just then. He smiles and leans towards Jimin, pecking his cheek briefly. Protests are heard, someone says Hoseok should have specified where Jeongguk had to kiss but Jeongguk can't breathe. Because Jimin's eyes are on him, so intense and so intimidating and it reminds him about being watched by him while having vibrators on him and he really can't breathe.

He takes a sip from his glass, just for good measure and stands up. "Gonna go to the bathroom," he lies, before bolting out of there.

He knows he's running, but his head is spinning and he can't think straight when he's so close to Jimin. He needs to breathe, he needs to calm down and forget about what just happened because god knows he feels like he lost the chance of his life, but he's also glad that he made the decision not to kiss Jimin there, in front of all their friends. Not that it's because of their presence that he didn't do it. It just didn't feel right. Not the right moment, no.

But...when will the right moment be? Jeongguk has been pretending so long. He's been pretending he just has a crush on Jimin, he's been pretending it's something unimportant, something that will surely disappear at some point. It's not. It won't disappear. Because there's no crush. He likes Jimin more than he should and there's no going back from that.

He reaches the third floor and is grateful to find that nobody is in the hallway. He walks further down, leaning against the wall for a second and taking a deep breath. Now that he's alone, away from the music and his friends, he can breathe calmly, he can take a second to calm down. He cards his fingers through his hair, focusing on just settling down so he can go back to the party and pretend he didn't just run out of there faster than ever before.

Yet only a couple of seconds later, the silence is interrupted by a voice that, despite everything, always makes him feel better.

“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin’s voice startles him.

Jeongguk turns to look at him, finding him standing there, just a couple feet away. The hallway is empty, the music sounds like it’s so far away and Jeongguk’s heart is still racing. He escaped the room downstairs because he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had the chance to kiss Jimin, to actually feel his lips against his own, Jimin had been more than happy to comply back there. But Jeongguk was scared. He’s scared now, as Jimin takes a few steps forward and settles in front of him.

“I’m sorry that made you uncomfortable,” Jimin whispers, reaching out to grasp his biceps. “You know we’re just pestering you. We love you and―”

“You didn’t, hyung,” Jeongguk quickly interrupts, shaking his head.

He was anything but uncomfortable. He was excited, and wanted to kiss Jimin so badly. Even now, he wants it a lot. He’s wanted it for a very long time and it just keeps turning into a much more intense feeling. He’s scared one day he won’t be able to hold back and will just kiss Jimin, step over the line he’s struggled to keep between friendship and what he feels.

“Then why did you come here?” Jimin asks, concern evident in his features.

Jeongguk takes a shaky breath, shaking his head. “Just needed a moment,” he whispers.

But it sounds so weak, it’s a lie. Jimin knows it. Jeongguk knows that he can’t lie to him. He swallows down the lump in his throat when Jimin steps forward, his hands sliding up and cupping Jeongguk’s cheeks. “Is it because you didn’t want to kiss me?” He asks. “You know how Taehyung is, he was just teasing. Don’t feel bad about―”

“That’s,” Jeongguk interrupts again, “That’s not it,” he murmurs. He knows he shouldn’t be saying this, but he doesn’t ever want Jimin to think that he doesn’t want to kiss him, that he dislikes the idea enough to bolt, to run. Oh, no. He has no fucking idea.

“What isn’t?” Jimin asks, his voice soft, so low that Jeongguk wouldn’t be able to hear it if they weren’t this close to each other and alone.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to kiss you,” he breathes out.

He knows he’s not drunk and Jimin isn’t either. There’s no pretending that this is him drunk talking. He can’t justify it later. But Jeongguk can’t stop talking when he has Jimin this close, when he can’t stop thinking about his gaze on him while he was taking notes for his project. There’s so much going on in Jeongguk’s head right now.

Jimin’s lips pull up in a grin and that teasing edge is back in his voice when he replies.

“Oh, so you did want to kiss me?” He asks, the joke hanging from his lips.

And Jeongguk should take it. He should definitely take the chance and tease back, it’s what he wants to do. It’s what he’s ready to do. Yet for some reason, that’s not what leaves his mouth. Instead, he says, “yes.”

Jimin’s expression grows serious and surprise colors his features. His hands slowly slide down until they’re on his chest and his eyes are wide. But then he steps forward, making Jeongguk’s heart jump. His hands fist his shirt. Jeongguk stares back at him in awe, unable to form any coherent words.

“Then you should have,” Jimin murmurs. He’s so close now that their noses are brushing and Jeongguk is pretty much sure that he’s never been this close to Jimin. He’s never been so close to kissing him.

Jeongguk is fueled by Jimin’s response. It gives him hope and Jimin’s closeness also makes everything seem possible. Maybe it’s because of everything that’s happened. Whatever it is, Jeongguk doesn’t want to question it.

“I can still do my dare,” he mumbles, letting his hands move, settling them on Jimin’s hips.

He itches to pull him closer, but he needs to be sure, first. He needs to be sure that Jimin is okay with that, that Jeongguk isn’t making this up in his mind and Jimin isn’t actually implying that he would have been fine with being kissed. Jimin’s fingers tug and bring him closer and Jeongguk meets him halfway, giving in to the urge because it’s clear now that he’s not imagining it.

Even though he’s wanted to do this for as long as he can remember, he also doesn’t want it to end too fast. He wants to take his time, memorize the feeling of Jimin’s lips against his own, learn them in a way he’ll never be able to forget. So, at first, it’s just a brush of lips, gentle mouths coming together just barely, just briefly, leaving each other after a second. And then another one, Jeongguk leaning in to brush his lips against Jimin’s softly. Once more. And again. Again.

Until he needs more. It feels like he needs Jimin to breathe. So he presses his lips harder against Jimin’s, until the other one parts his mouth and Jeongguk sighs deeply, finally kissing him with everything he has. His hands tug at Jimin, press his body to his own and he feels so warm, he feels different somehow. Maybe it’s because they’re kissing and Jeongguk’s mind is spinning.

Jimin’s lips are so plump, everytime Jeongguk’s lips close around them, his body heats up, his need grows more. Jimin’s arms slide back, wrap fully around his neck and he deepens the kiss, taking more of Jeongguk just as he’s letting him take everything he wants. He tastes good. There’s the faint residual of alcohol, but his lips also taste sweet, probably because of his lip balm and suddenly Jeongguk can’t hold back.

He turns them around, marveling in the gasp Jimin lets go of. He presses him to the wall, glueing his body to his, caging him. He cups his cheeks and tilts his head back, leaning down and licking. Gone is all the self restraint he had. There’s no controlling himself now. He licks at Jimin’s lips, tasting him more and groans at how perfect it is. Jimin lets him, his hands sliding down Jeongguk’s sides, settling on his hips and holding him tightly against him.

Jeongguk can feel him everywhere. He can feel every inch of his body and every touch of his hands, he can feel his lips kissing him back now that he’s gone back to that instead of tasting him. He can feel Jimin’s soft sighs against his mouth and the way in which his body reacts to Jeongguk’s kissing.

He wants to touch more, but he also wants to have Jimin like this, lips right there for him to take and claim. But Jimin seems perfectly capable of teasing with his mouth, just like he is with his words. And soon enough, the slow and sensual way in which he moves his lips is enough to drive Jeongguk insane. He whines when it’s not enough, hand sliding to Jimin’s hip, continuing it’s path to the back of his knee and he lifts it up, wrapping it around his hip, holding it there while he shallowly grinds against him.

Jimin’s head falls back, this soft moan leaving his lips, only for Jeongguk to hear. And Jeongguk looks at him, marvels at how beautiful he is. He kisses his chin, the closest spot to his mouth and then uses his free hand to tilt Jimin’s head back down. He kisses his lips, pecks them softly, swallows down Jimin’s next soft moan when Jeongguk moves his hips again.

Jimin’s hands are fisting his shirt again, his eyes wild when they meet Jeongguk’s. Jeongguk is trying to breathe, he’s trying to calm down. He’s getting carried away and he doesn’t even know what’s happening. He doesn’t know how they suddenly got here. He swallows down the lump in his throat and takes a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts.

But then Jimin’s arms wrap around his neck again, bringing him down and Jeongguk goes, burrowing his face into Jimin’s neck, letting his leg fall back to the ground and instead wrapping both his arms around his waist, holding him tightly to his body. He’s overwhelmed, he’s turned on, he wants more. Yet having Jimin like this is satisfying enough. So he enjoys the feeling and stays there, breathing him in, allowing himself to calm down.

"We should go back," Jimin whispers into his ear, after what feels like a lifetime. Jeongguk doesn't really want to move. He makes a soft sound of protest and presses Jimin to the wall again, leaning back and showing him a pout. Jimin's eyes meet his and he laughs. He slides his hands forward, cupping his cheeks and getting on his tiptoes to peck his lips. "You're cute, Jeongguk," he murmurs, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, so gently that Jeongguk closes his eyes and grows distracted. "Reminds me of how you look when you're struggling."

The words take a couple of seconds to register in Jeongguk's head. When they do, arousal flares in his belly at the memory of what Jimin is talking about. Of course, he'd mention that right now. He groans and drops his face to Jimin's shoulder.

"Don't tease me, I'm gonna make a fool of myself," he pleads, hands sliding up Jimin's back, fisting his shirt to hold on.

"I like teasing you," Jimin confesses. "I like watching you, Jeongguk-ah. You're always so beautiful to see."

Jeongguk's heart is beating so fast. Jimin's words are making him feel so...it's hard to explain. He feels complete, he feels beyond happy, he never wants to move away from here, even though he knows they have to at some point.

"I know you do," he mumbles, turning his face so he can press his nose under Jimin's jaw. He smells nice, sweet. Like Jimin. So perfect. "You're beautiful too, hyung."

They hug again, tightly. They don't let go for another few minutes, just swaying from one side to the other, at the pace of the song that barely reaches them from downstairs. This time it's Jeongguk who slowly detaches himself from Jimin and gives in.

"Let's go, hyung?" He asks softly, letting his hands slide down Jimin's arms.

"I thought you didn't want to go yet," Jimin says, but his fingers twine with Jeongguk's and they hold hands as they start to walk down the hallway.

"As long as I'm with you, I'm happy," he confesses.

Jimin's head turns towards him as they walk side by side. He looks at him for a whole minute before his mouth breaks into a smile and he leans towards him, walking closely.

"I'm happy when I'm with you too, Jeonggukie."

They reach the bottom floor again, holding hands. They don't let go throughout the rest of the night. The game has ended by then and they all settle for dancing away what little alcohol is left in their bodies. Jeongguk doesn't detach himself from Jimin for the rest of the night, stays glued to his side and holds him tight at every chance he gets.

Until the night ends and they all have to leave. It's hard saying goodbye to Jimin after kissing him and even though they didn't precisely talk about what it meant, Jeongguk has hope. His heart remains beating at a rapid pace and even when he goes to be later that night, it's hard to forget how perfect Jimin's lips felt against his own.

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They haven't talked about it. It's been three days since the party and Jeongguk has been growing steadily more anxious. Not that they haven't talked at all, though. He and Jimin have been texting a lot for the past three days, talking about anything but the kiss they shared and what it meant. Jeongguk...has been too scared to ask.

Figuratively speaking, he knows that waiting until this moment was probably the worst idea he's ever had, but there's no turning back now. Not when Jimin's intense gaze is on him again, staring him down, making him feel hot all over. Jeongguk has convinced himself that they should talk about this after the project is done, when there's nothing influencing the situation, making it hard to stay behind the line of their friendship. But he knows deep down that what he feels has always been there and has not been affected by all of this. There's just no point in pretending any longer.

Maybe it's because of everything that's happened, because of the kiss, because of Jeongguk's undeniable feelings for Jimin. It's just...too hard this time around. This is the final part of the project and it's also the hardest so far. Figures it would be, considering the fact that he has a vibrator up his ass, right against his prostate and another one around his cock, making his thighs shake.

He's been trembling for minutes now, unable to form any coherent words. He made it through one page and a half, doesn't even remember anything he read, doesn't think he'll be able to continue any time soon. The intensity level is at the lowest, but as per usual, it feels like it's on the highest. Jeongguk can't keep his eyes off Jimin and Jimin is typing, looking down at his laptop, but occasionally, he'll lift his gaze and look at Jeongguk through his eyelashes and the world will stop, Jeongguk's body will tense up and pleasure will take over.

He's not sure how he hasn't reached his orgasm yet, because god knows he's been on the edge for a very long time now. He's holding back, trying to focus. Jimin doesn't seem worried about the fact that this time around Jeongguk isn't managing to concentrate on reading at all. Maybe this is what he expected of this final stage.

Jeongguk drops his forehead to the table and takes a deep breath.

"Are you―" Jimin starts to ask, but Jeongguk is already one step ahead of him.

"Yes," he blurts out. "It feels like I've been close since forever," he mumbles, closing his hands in fists.

The book is open in the very same page, Jeongguk knows he read more about dopamine, but there's no point in trying to see where he stopped. There's no point in trying to continue. Not right now. Pleasure is all he can think about. But he holds out, tries his best to do this for Jimin, reminds himself that he's doing it for him. He has to hold off, he can't cum.

It's so fast. Far too fast. He's doing terribly. Jimin doesn't seem to care, still. He's not typing anymore, he's staring at Jeongguk with parted lips and wide eyes. And Jeongguk...he can't do it anymore. There's pleasure everywhere. His lower belly is filled with heat and it's sliding up his spine and his thighs are tingling with the nice sensation and Jeongguk leans back, takes a deep breath.

"Hyung," he blurts out.

Jimin straightens up in his seat, all his attention on Jeongguk.

"I'm gonna turn it off," he states, reaching for the controls.

"No," Jeongguk pleads. "Hyung, I'm so close."

"I have everything I need," Jimin whispers, voice so soft that Jeongguk almost misses it behind all the pleasure he's feeling. He swears he can hear the vibrations deep inside his skull.

His muscles clench, he's vaguely aware that Jimin is still saying something but he closes his eyes and loses himself to pleasure, feels the wave starting to form, ready to wash over his body.

But then it's gone. Jeongguk whimpers again, this time looking towards Jimin with pleading eyes. He realizes that he hasn't been on edge just for a couple of minutes. No, he's been on edge ever since this started, getting something but never enough. He needs more. He needs Jimin. He's breathless. He needs to think straight.

He's done so well keeping his feelings away from this whole situation, focusing on helping out his best friend. But right now, he feels like anything Jimin says Jeongguk will take and give in to. He wants to give in to whatever Jimin wants. He wants him. He wants to cum.

His orgasm is already fading away and he's calming down, but Jeongguk's chest is still heaving and his body is shaking and he still has the vibrator pressed against his prostate so he knows that any wrong movement will make pleasure shoot up his spine again. He should move. He could move. He'd cum within seconds, would make a mess of himself there, in front of Jimin. His cheeks heat up at the thought. Something so embarrassing shouldn't be making him feel more turned on, but he can't help it.

When his eyes open―he hadn't even realized that he'd closed them, he startles upon finding Jimin standing closer. He's closed the laptop and left it on his chair. He reaches his side. His body leans closer and Jeongguk's brain starts to make up all these ideas that make his heart beat faster. But Jimin only holds onto the back rest of the chair he's sitting in. He starts to turn the chair and Jeongguk immediately tries to help out. But the abrupt movement makes the vibrator shift inside of him and he gasps, head slumping forward, pleasure tingling up his spine, making his cock twitch in his sweats.

"Hyung, I'm―" he tries, but shakes his head, unable to say anything. His voice is hoarse and weak.

"I know," Jimin whispers and continues going. Jeongguk gasps some more as he lets Jimin turn his chair around. By then, sweat has started to collect on his forehead again and Jeongguk's body feels strangely sensitive. Everything feels like too much, he still hasn't been able to catch his breath. "Jeongguk-ah," Jimin whispers.

Jeongguk doesn't look up. He can see Jimin's shoes in front of him. He's standing close enough that he's almost in between Jeongguk's parted legs. And his fingers brush against Jeongguk's cheeks, gently tilting his head back. Jeongguk follows, lets Jimin guide him into a different position, until his back is against the backrest of the chair and he's sitting straight.

Once more, he feels the vibrator press deeper inside of him. He closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing, lips parting. He sighs deeply. He's not close anymore, but there's still pleasure collecting inside of him every time he moves just the right way. He's not sure what's happening but right now, he feels at Jimin's mercy and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

"God, Jeongguk," Jimin's voice makes him open his eyes. Everything seems hazy. But Jimin is standing in front of him, closer, so close Jeongguk can feel the heat radiating off his body. And he looks so beautiful like this, hovering over Jeongguk, looking down at him with such a pleasant gaze. He seems fascinated. He's looking at Jeongguk as if he's some precious treasure. It's nice to be looked at like that, especially if it's Jimin who's looking. "You're so breathtaking," he goes on, thumbs brushing over Jeongguk's cheekbones, his fingertips touching so gently as he traces Jeongguk's face. "You get so desperate that your eyes grow hazy. And I just―"

Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat. He has no idea of what's happening right now. Once again, he's not sure how they got here, but he has no plans in stopping it. No. Jimin is so close that he can breathe him, he can remember how his body felt against his own and what it was like kissing him. Jeongguk is at his mercy, whatever Jimin wants, Jeongguk will give without hesitation.

"You just what, hyung?" Jeongguk breathes out, hopeful, begging Jimin to break whatever line there's left between them so he can finally stop thinking and give in to the pull.

Jimin takes a deep breath. For a moment, he seems to be struggling, just as much as Jeongguk is. But then their eyes meet and Jimin smiles softly.

"You make this so hard for me, Jeongguk-ah," he murmurs, leaning forward, just enough that he's all Jeongguk can see now, but still not close enough that Jeongguk can just lean up and kiss him. "You get this expression on your face. Makes me want to..." he trails off. He's teasing, once more keeping Jeongguk on edge, wanting to know what he's saying.

But Jeongguk has no shame.

"Makes you want to what, hyung?" He asks, begs, pleads.

Jimin licks his lips and Jeongguk follows the movement with fascination.

"Makes me want to let you finish."

Jeongguk's belly fills with arousal, his body responds to those words so intensely. He's nodding before he can stop himself, hands reaching out to grasp Jimin's hips.

"Then, let me, hyung," he pleads. "Let me cum."

Jimin lets go. It makes Jeongguk's heart start beating faster. But Jimin only reaches behind himself, takes something out of his pocket and dangles both controls in front of him. Oh. Jeongguk's eyes widen the slightest bit.

"Are you sure, Jeongguk?" Jimin asks. "Tell me you're really sure and I'll let you. I want to see you cum. I bet you'd look so beautiful, whining, moaning. Don't hold back. I don't want you to hold back."

Jeongguk is nodding again, he's fisting Jimin's shirt, trying to hold on to something because he's overwhelmed, his body already preparing for the pleasure, desperate to feel it again.

"Please, hyung. Please," he begs.

Jimin doesn't wait any longer. It hits him so hard that his body jerks forward, forehead falling to Jimin’s belly and he shakes, the vibrators coming to life and making his orgasm start to build immediately. He was close. It’s barely been a couple of seconds since they were turned off. It’s no surprise that Jeongguk continues to be dangling off the edge.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, pressing his face to Jimin’s belly, trying to ground himself because it feels so overwhelming. Especially now that he doesn’t have to hold back, especially now that he can focus just on the pleasure, he doesn’t have to think about anything else. And Jimin is here, he’s standing in front of him, he’s putting the controls away and reaching for Jeongguk’s cheeks again, making him lean back against the chair.

The position is worse but in the best way, it makes pleasure more palpable, more intense, it’s everywhere, it’s too hard to keep his eyes open.

“Does it feel good, Jeongguk-ah?” Jimin asks. “Finally knowing you’ll get to cum?”

Jeongguk whimpers and nods mindlessly, hips buckling, as if that will relieve the feeling that’s building inside of him. The vibrations are overwhelming, especially around his sensitive cock. He’s been hard for what feels like a lifetime and Jeongguk wants to just jerk off and cum. But Jimin’s gaze is so gentle, so loving. Loving. Jeongguk likes being watched like this, by him. He stares back, slumping down because there’s no use, he’s going to cum and he’s going to make a mess of himself.

“I’m gonna make a mess of myself,” he blurts out, body jerking, hands shaking where he’s weakly holding onto Jimin’s sweats. “Hyung, I can’t―fuck,” he cries out, eyes filling with tears because it feels so good. It feels so good that he’s breathless, he’s tensing up.

“I’ll lend you something,” Jimin whispers. “Make a mess for me, Jeongguk. I want to see you.”

It’s like Jeongguk’s body is prompted forward by Jimin’s words because as soon as he’s done saying that, pleasure builds quickly inside of him, leads him all the way to his high and he whimpers, eyes closing, head tilting back. And he shakes violently as he cums inside his boxer briefs, Jimin’s name voiced out in loud moans that make his ears ring.

He can’t stop. He’s mumbling incoherent words, he’s sure he’s even saying thank you but his head is a mess and all he can feel and think about is his orgasm, washing over him in a never ending wave of pleasure. And there it is, the oversensitivity. Jimin’s fingers are still brushing against his skin and he isn’t making a move to stop the vibrators. So Jeongguk feels like he keeps cumming. He keeps shaking and he keeps moaning and the tears spill down his cheeks because it feels so good.

Having Jimin in charge of this whole situation, having him be the one controlling the vibrators, it’s something he never knew could turn him on so much. And being overstimulated by Jimin is also something he didn’t know would feel so good. His body jerks and the pleasure shifts, turns into something more intense, something that has him trying to close his legs, has him whining, groaning, tensing up furthermore.

The vibrations stop not long after, but Jeongguk feels spent, he feels delighted, he feels overwhelmed, still. He’s made a mess inside his boxer briefs, just like he knew he would and Jimin’s fingers are back on his face, tilting his head back. Jeongguk tries to calm down. He takes deep breaths, clears his throat when he feels Jimin brushing away the couple of tears that are still on his cheeks.

It was good. It was great. It’s something he’ll never be able to forget.

Jeongguk feels his lips pulling up in a smile as his gaze travels down and finds that Jimin is hard, straining against his pants. Jeongguk feels like he just ran a marathon and his body is still sensitive, but he wants to take care of Jimin too.

So he reaches for the button and looks up.

“Hyung,” he whispers. Jimin’s eyes are wide and his expression is wild and Jeongguk likes that, likes that Jimin is affected just as much as Jeongguk is just by Jimin’s presence. “I want to suck you off.”

Jimin groans, shaking his head weakly. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk smiles. He’s going to take that as a yes. Jimin doesn’t protest as he undoes the button and slides down the flyer. He pulls down his pants and boxer briefs until they reach the middle of Jimin’s thighs and watches his cock spring free, painfully hard and neglected. Jeongguk tries to remember the previous times, and wonders if Jimin was also hard then, but he just didn’t notice. He was so focused on his own arousal that he didn’t pay enough attention.

“You really do like that, huh?” Jeongguk asks, voice soft and mouth close to Jimin’s cock. The older one sighs, his hand cupping Jeongguk’s cheek, staring down at him with fascination. “Like watching me struggle, like driving me crazy?”

Jimin takes a deep breath, fingers threading into Jeongguk’s hair and tangling with the soft, long strands. “You’re just too beautiful not to watch, Jeongguk-ah. I’ve been watching you for as long as I can remember, you just never seem to see me.”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow. He knows that Jimin isn’t talking about right now. He’s talking about so much more. So, all this time, Jeongguk has been pining after him when Jimin also felt something for him? Jimin hasn’t said it with his own words, but Jeongguk already has hope that it’s what he’s talking about.

So he says, “I’ve seen you. I’ve always seen you. Don’t remember a time when I haven’t been looking.”

Jimin’s eyes widen a bit more, but then they grow dark and he tugs at Jeongguk’s hair, making him lift his gaze away from his cock.

“Kiss me first,” he whispers. “Kiss me first, Jeongguk. Please. Again. Like that night.”

Jeongguk stands up on shaky legs. His body is still trembling slightly and he has the vibrator inside of him, the other around his cock and he’s sensitive. But Jimin is asking him to kiss him and there’s nothing in the world he wants to do more than please him. So he leans forward, shifts on his feet until Jimin turns and has his ass against the edge of the table. He kisses him like that, hands on the table, trapping him in between his arms.

Jimin sighs, hands cupping Jeongguk’s cheeks and Jeongguk doesn’t touch him because he knows that if he does, he’ll just crave being closer and he doesn’t want to get too distracted, he wants to make him feel good. They kiss desperately, different to the way they did at the party. Jeongguk doesn’t have time to waste, he wants to make Jimin crumble down with pleasure. He wants to see everything he hasn’t gotten to see in the past few weeks. He wants more.

“Jeongguk,” Jimin breathes out, when Jeongguk leans back and shows him a small smile.

“I’ve got you, hyung,” he promises.

He leans down, gets on his knees in front of him and finally gives him what he wanted. Jimin groans when Jeongguk takes him into his mouth without giving it a second thought. It’s been a while since Jeongguk has done this, but everything with Jimin always seems to flow perfectly and so he adjusts, relaxes his jaw as much as he can and takes himi in as much as he can. Not that it seems like he needs to do much. Jimin’s fingers are in his hair again, tugging gently.

His hips are moving, gentle, pushing into Jeongguk’s mouth at the same pace as he’s taking him inside. It’s strange, the fact that they’ve somehow gotten here, the fact that they’ve kissed again, the fact that things are finally changing. But Jeongguk knows, he just does. Everything will be fine. Everything is fine as long as they’re together. So he does his best to make Jimin go crazy.

Jeongguk swirls his tongue around Jimin’s cock, hollows his cheeks and tightens his lips around him as he slides back, reaching the head. His tongue presses against the slit and Jimin’s hips buckle, a soft sigh leaving his mouth.

“Fuck, Jeongguk. I can’t believe this,” he mumbles. Jeongguk risks a glance upwards to see him and finds his head tilted back, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, the column of his neck covered in a thin layer of sweat. Jeongguk is filled with the need to lick, kiss, nibble all of his skin. He wants to mark him up. “This is straight out of my wildest dreams.”

Jeongguk likes knowing that Jimin has fantasized about this. He wants to know everything. He slides off his cock and licks at the tip, smiling when Jimin looks down with hooded eyes.

“I want to know more,” he murmurs. “Want to know everything, hyung. Promise you’ll tell me after? Please,” he mumbles. “Because I have so much I want to say, too.”

Jimin’s gaze softens. He nods and smiles, fingertips brushing over his cheek again. “I promise.”

So Jeongguk nods and keeps going. He takes all of Jimin into his mouth and hollows his cheeks once more, making sure to tighten his mouth around him as much as possible as he slides up and down his length. Jimin’s breathing turns ragged, his fingers turn tighter in Jeongguk’s hair and he pulls, making Jeongguk’s scalp burn, but once again he’s discovering he’s into this. He’s so into Jimin that the rest just doesn’t matter. Anything Jimin does is enough for Jeongguk and always will be.

When Jimin starts to get close, he whines breathlessly and his hips stutter, cock thrusting into Jeongguk’s mouth and making him choke. Tears form in his eyes for the second time today, but he pushes through, hands sliding up Jimin’s thighs, settling on the sides. He bobs his head, moving faster, desperately wanting to see Jimin push over the edge.

Jimin gives in. He moves his hips a bit more, groans when Jeongguk takes it and then he freezes, the muscles of his thighs tensed up as he spills into his mouth. Jeongguk swallows without hesitation, keeping his mouth around Jimin for as long as he can, until Jimin decides to pull back.

The older one is shaky, but his eyes move down to Jeongguk and he doesn’t move away just yet, just watches him with a warm gaze and sighs deeply. He tugs at Jeongguk and makes him stand up. Both of them are trembling, overwhelmed with their orgasms, but they share a desperate kiss, hands tugging at each other, holding tight, trying to be as close as possible even though there’s nothing separating them right now.

Jeongguk kisses Jimin until they’re both breathless, indulges in it as much as he can, letting Jimin guide him, following his pace. When they break apart, Jimin pecks his lips once more and smiles. Jeongguk smiles back and scrunches his nose when he shifts.

“I um. I need to…” he trails off, looking down at himself even though nothing is visible.

Jimin nods.

“Why don’t you get into the shower? I’ll bring you a towel and clothes, and I’ll leave it on the toilet lid,” he says, sliding his hands comfortingly over Jeongguk’s chest, although it seems like it’s only a calming thing for him.

“Gonna try to sneak a peek at my naked body, hyung?” Jimin teases, unable to stop himself.

Jimin snorts and shakes his head.

“Don’t need to peek. I’ll be seeing it soon,” he replies.

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow. He likes this, that despite the fact that things have clearly changed, their playful banter and usual teasing manners have remained. “Confident much?”

Jimin hums and leans forward, placing a kiss to the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth.

“I want you,” he murmurs, a soft confession that makes Jeongguk’s heart jump. “So you have me. Whenever you want me, I’m all yours.”

Oh, dear lord. Jeongguk is really never coming back from this. He’s such a goner. He’ll never be able to let go of Jimin.

“I want you too,” he replies. “I want you, hyung.”

Jimin smiles and pecks his lips this time.

“See? Gonna be seeing you soon.”

Jeongguk laughs and shakes his head, but he smiles and places a kiss on Jimin’s lips as well. “Let’s talk, first,” he whispers.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Jimin says.

As he promised, Jimin leaves a spare change of clean clothes on the lid and a towel for him to dry off. Taking the vibrator out and detaching the vibrator from his cock was difficult, primarily because he couldn’t stop shaking, oversensitive because of his orgasm. But eventually, he managed and got into the shower, taking his time to sooth his tense muscles. He showers with warm water, takes a bit longer so he can prepare himself for the conversation he and Jimin will have.

Even if he knows that it will go well, he feels nervous. Because he can’t believe he’s finally going to tell Jimin what he feels, after all this time. It’s a very important thing, it’s the point of no return.

By the time he makes it into Jimin’s bedroom, the older one has also showered and changed into something more comfortable. He’s sitting cross legged on the bed, playing with his fingers nervously. Jeongguk hurries up to get onto the bed and before he can stop himself, he launches himself onto Jimin, making him gasp and fall back, Jeongguk on top of him. They shift until their legs are tangled up together and they’re lying comfortably together, Jeongguk still on top of him.

Jimin’s fingers card through Jeongguk’s hair, his lips pressing to his head briefly before he lets his head drop back and settles down calmly.

“I’m sorry we didn’t talk about the kiss after the party,” Jimin voices out, after a long moment of silence. “We should have. I wanted to. But I got scared, I guess. I was worried it didn’t mean for you what it did to me,” he explains.

“It meant everything for me, hyung,” Jeongguk quickly replies. He keeps his cheek pressed to Jimin’s chest, focusing on the feeling of his beating heart, knowing it’ll do everything to keep him calm. “I was scared too. I’ve―” he starts, but Jimin’s hand falls in between his shoulder blades and stops him.

“Wait,” he whispers. Jeongguk’s heart jumps in his chest. Why is Jimin stopping him? “Remember when we went to Tokyo? That time we literally ran away and didn’t care about leaving everything behind?”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow. He’s confused as to why Jimin is mentioning this all so suddenly, but he listens attentively because Tokyo was probably the most beautiful moment of his life. Going there with Jimin...it was an experience he doesn’t forget to this day.

“Of course, I remember,” he replies. “That was the best week of my life, hyung.”

Jimin is quiet for a moment, but then his legs wrap tightly around Jeongguk’s waist and his arms too wrap around him, holding him tightly to his chest. “The night you prepared a picnic, when you got me chocolate cake and we read that book you bought until we started to fall asleep,” he murmurs, voice vulnerable, reaching Jeongguk’s chest. He follows the words in a trance, heart beating quickly because this moment feels so important. “That night,” Jimin breathes out. “That night I realized how much you meant to me. More than just my best friend. I realized that with you, life seemed better, no matter the situation. That’s the night I realized I was in love with you, Jeongguk-ah. Haven’t stopped, ever since.”

Jeongguk lifts himself up, Jimin’s arms not giving in at the beginning but finally letting him lean back. Their eyes meet. Jeongguk is...surprised. His and Jimin’s friendship has always had that particularity that made people believe they were actually a couple. There’s always been the push and pull, the things that sometimes made Jeongguk get his hopes up, but he never thought Jimin was in love with him, and has been for almost three years now.

“Hyung,” he whispers, keeping himself up with his forearm, using his free hand to cup Jimin’s cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. “I can’t believe I didn’t―” he stops himself, shaking his head.

Jimin smiles warmly.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, Jeongguk-ah,” he murmurs. “I can wait...if you want to be with me, that is. Because I’d very much like that. I’m content just knowing that you like me. I’m hoping that you like me...you do, right?” He asks, seeming panicked for a second.

Jeongguk is quick to lean down and kiss him, distracting both of them for a long moment, lips sliding against each other, brushing gently, learning each other.

“I like you,” he whispers. “I’m in love with you too,” he adds, shaking his head. “I don’t know the exact moment, I don’t know when it happened, it just started and it was impossible to stop. It hasn’t been as long as Tokyo, but I―” he’s in the middle of saying, but Jimin cups his cheeks and brings him down to kiss him. They kiss for another long moment, enjoying the realization that they’re in love with each other, that they’ve been loving each other in silence for a long while. “I love you,” he breathes out, the second Jimin’s lips lean away. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he mumbles, dropping down and kissing him with more intent.

Jimin giggles into his mouth and wraps his arms around Jeongguk tightly. They roll around the bed like horny teenagers, just enjoying their shared kisses and warm bodies wrapped around each other.

“I love you too,” Jimin whispers into Jeongguk’s mouth and suddenly, Jeongguk is glad he found that advertisement for Jimin’s project, he’s glad he offered to help, even after they found out who they were. He’s glad that everything somehow led to this because Jeongguk is happy here.

The happiest he’s ever been.