...“It’s cold” Jimin grimaces as he takes a sip of his coffee from a chipped mug with a fading basketball team logo he can’t make out on the front....

...“I look like a barista to you? Shut up and and drink it” Yoongi says, sitting down beside him, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips....

...“Well, thank you anyway” he smiles and Yoongi just looks at him before flicking the sparkwheel on his lighter. Jimin sits there, good posture, hands in his lap as Yoongi slouches in his seat, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air. Jimin coughs when the smoke hits him, fiddling with the ends of the sleeves of his plaid long sleeved shirt....

...“Okay then let's get on with it” Yoongi insists, shuffling his chair closer. His t-shirt is riddled with holes and his black skinny jeans are ripped at the knees with bulky boots on his feet. Jimin realises he needs to stop staring and opens up the textbook....

...“Right, why don’t we look at this theory first, um” Jimin suggests, getting distracted by Yoongi’s knee pressing into his thigh. Yoongi simply nods as Jimin explains things to him, occasionally humming or looking up at him, Jimin getting a little flustered every time he does....

...“And I have to mention all of this in my exam answers?” he asks, Jimin nods and he lets out a large exhale....

...“You’ll get the hang of it” he promises but Yoongi isn’t so sure. He grabs some pieces of scrap paper that is laying around on the table to start making notes and Jimin instead gives him a notebook he had brought with him. Yoongi spins his pen around his fingers, they’re long and slender, dressed with silver rings and despite not having an overly muscular physique his hands are veiny. For just a second Jimin's mind falls into the gutter and he thinks about what it would be like to have Yoongi’s fingers inside him....

...“You alright nerd?” Yoongi snaps him out of it and he nods, “I need to take a leak I’ll be back in a second” he announces and leaves down the hall. Jimin takes a deep breath and to take his mind off of his impure thoughts he scans the textbook to decide what they will look at next. Yoongi has three housemates, none of which were supposed to be there but one emerges from the kitchen....

...“Oh hey, it’s you from the gym” Jimin says as he realises he recognises him....

...“It is indeed. I’m Jungkook by the way” he smiles as he stirs his instant ramen....

...“I’m Jimin” he introduces himself and Jungkook nods with a mouthful of noodles....

...“Not to sound rude but how the hell did you end up here?” he laughs and Jimin is kind of asking himself the same thing....

...“Yoongi asked me to tutor him” he explains....

...“Did he now?” he chuckles and sits down....

...“We have a big exam coming up so” he says, flicking through his notes from class....

...“We’re throwing a party tomorrow, you should stop by” Jungkook proposes, Jimin is hesitant but thinks it might be fun and agrees....

...“You’re back?” Yoongi mumbles as he returns from the bathroom and takes his seat again. Jungkook realises he is being a bit of a third wheel considering that he doesn’t even take sociology so he heads upstairs to his room....

...“We should look at the key words” Jimin suggests and Yoongi agrees, running his hand through his mint green hair, leaving it messy and urging Jimin to reach out and fix it but he keeps his hands to himself. After another hour Yoongi kicks Jimin out because he has to go to practice. He goes home, studies for a while before deciding he is too tired to do anymore and goes to sleep....

...The next day Jimin hangs around his favourite coffee shop and finishes a book, then he goes back to his dorm room to choose what to wear. He groans at his wardrobe, not finding anything he wants or thinks is good enough for the party. Eventually he chooses a white shirt and blue jeans, not having enough time to mess around with contacts he keeps his black thick rimmed glasses on and walks to Yoongi’s house off-campus. Music blares out of the house, so loud that Jimin hears it before he sees it. Pushing through the crowd to get to the front door he goes inside, most of the students in attendance are already beyond drunk, stumbling over each other, dancing and making out. He goes into the kitchen and pours himself a drink, not quite sure what it is but as long as there is some percentage of alcohol in it he doesn’t mind, he is going to need it to get through this night. Going back into the living room he spots a familiar face and walks over....

...“Hoseok! Hey!” he smiles. Hoseok works at the coffee shop that he likes to spend time at and is another one of Yoongi's housemates....

...“What are you doing here?” he asks with a laugh....

...“What? I like parties” he says, resting his back against the wall....

...“Yeah sure” he scoffs and sips his beer. Jimin’s eyes find Yoongi in the crowd, his hands on a girl’s hips as they dance together....

...“Jungkook invited me, he goes to my gym” he explains, unable to hide the unrelated bitterness in his voice and Hoseok raises his eyebrows with a sarcastic ‘oh’....

...“So it has nothing to do with Yoongi?” he asks suspiciously, following Jimin’s gaze to Yoongi who is being grinded on by a blonde....

...“No! Of course not” Jimin insists, a little too enthusiastically....

...“Then why are you watching him dance with that girl?” he provokes him....

...“I’m not” he argues, finally looking away....

...“It’s so clear that you guys have” Hoseok starts....

...“Have what?”...

...“What do you call it?” he asks and Jimin shrugs, “sexual tension!” he blurts out as the light bulb clicks on in his brain....

...“We do not have sexual tension, that is ridiculous” he gasps, whispering sexual as if it is a curse word....

...“You do” he argues....

...“Do not” he fires back, drinking from his cup....

...“He wants to get in your pants” Hoseok chuckles and Jimin almost does a spit take....

...“He does not! We’re friends, not even really friends if I’m honest. We only share the same class” Jimin rambles on....

...“Not really friends? Not only are the two of you study buddies but I’ve seen you at his basketball games” he says and Jimin shakes his head....

...“I go to support the school and I tutored him like once” he clarifies, looking on longingly at Yoongi without being able to help it....

...“Study buddies become **** buddies” he comments and Jimin’s face goes bright red....

...“Would you-” he shouts and Hoseok hits his arm, nodding for Jimin to look behind him. He spins around to see Yoongi stood there, his signature provocative smirk plastered on his face....

...“Do you wanna dance?” Yoongi asks him....

...“Yes he does” Hoseok answers for him, taking his drink from him and pushing him forward a step. When Jimin nods Yoongi grips his wrist and pulls him into the crowd of people dancing....

...“I didn’t expect to see you here” Yoongi says as the song changes and the atmosphere switches to a more suggestive one....

...“Why does everyone think I’m so out of place here?” Jimin exclaims....

...“It just doesn’t seem like you” he says, his hand ghosting over Jimin’s side....

...“Oh yeah? And what do you know about me?” he ridicules him. Yoongi spins him around, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back. Jimin’s hands are by his side and Yoongi runs his left hand down his leg, intertwining their fingers when he reaches Jimin’s hand. Yoongi’s hand is bigger than Jimin’s, completely encasing it....

...“I know that you get flustered around me” he purrs into Jimin’s ear as their hips move to the beat of the song....

...“That is not true” he asserts....

...“You don’t think about me?” he whispers, the hairs on the back of Jimin’s neck standing up....

...“No” he says....

...“You don’t like me?” he teases, running the tip of his nose up Jimin’s neck....

...“No” he repeats, his voice shaking slightly....

...“Are you going to let go of my hand then?” he asks and Jimin looks down, realising that their fingers are still laced together in a tight grip....

...“I’m going to get a drink” he huffs, pushing out of Yoongi’s hold....

...“See you around” he says with a sly smile and Jimin darts towards the kitchen again. He pours vodka into a shot glass and pours it down his throat, sneering at the prickling tingle he feels as it goes down. Consuming more alcohol is not a good idea, he has always been a lightweight, a drink or two when nursed properly is fine, takes the edge off of a stressful day but shots and quick drinking takes him over the edge. After his second shot he feels someone smack him on the back and he turns to find Jungkook....

...“Hey Jimin! Having a good time?” he asks and Jimin shrugs “are there people you know here?”...

...“Hoseok works at the cafe I sit in and obviously Yoongi but that's it” he mumbles, staggering backwards slightly....

...“Well good luck with Yoongi but Hoseok is always nice to talk to” he says and goes to walk away when Jimin pulls him back by his elbow....

...“How do you mean?” he questions, his mind too blurry to come to any kind of conclusion on his own....

...“These parties usually end with Yoongi either taking somebody upstairs or asleep in the yard so I’ll be surprised if he makes time for you” he elaborates and then leaves. Jimin looks through the doorway to see Yoongi dancing with another girl, different from before and takes yet another shot. Five or more songs play before Jimin decides it’s time for him to leave, taking his red solo cup of beer with him....

...“Leaving so soon?” Yoongi nudges him before he gets to the door....

...“Funnily enough I don’t think anyone will notice” he comments, tottering forward towards him, putting his hand on Yoongi’s chest to re-balance. They lock eyes as Jimin’s hand slips down, pulling away when he feels his ****** through his t-shirt. Yoongi doesn’t break his gaze, his eyes boring into Jimin’s as he leans in close to his face....

...“I want to **** you” Yoongi whispers, his breath hot and smelling like a mixture of all kinds of alcohol. Jimin’s eyes drift from his, down to his lips, slightly parted and rosy pink. He licks his own lips and nods softly. Yoongi extends his hand out and Jimin lazily clings onto his fingers as he leads him up the stairs. Jimin doesn’t even place his drink down, just drops it onto the floor for it to spill across the wood. They travel down the hallway, passing what Jimin assumes are Yoongi’s housemates rooms until they come to a stop, Jimin bumping into Yoongi lightly. He pushes the door open, as Jimin steps inside he studies his surroundings. Yoongi’s room isn’t very personal, no family photos or anything like that, just a few basketball posters and a calendar. His train of thought is stopped by Yoongi’s hand at his waist, pulling him closer....

...Maybe it is the alcohol messing with his mind but Jimin thinks Yoongi seems nervous, but that can’t be right, can it? He is so calm, collected and always in control but he seems to be wary....

...It is definitely the alcohol this time as Jimin doesn’t feel like waiting for Yoongi to catch up, taking charge and pressing their lips together, instantly trying to get his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi groans as Jimin sucks at his bottom lip and they stumble backwards towards the bed. Yoongi pushes Jimin down onto it, hovering above him as their tongues fight for dominance. The silver stud in Yoongi’s mouth presses into Jimin’s tongue, as they kiss Jimin flicks it and plays with it, finally knowing what it feels like....

...“I don’t do this like ever but” Jimin starts as Yoongi unbuttons his white shirt....

...“But what, baby?” he asks and Jimin’s heart flutters at the way he calls him baby....

...“But I want you” he pants....

...“That’s good because I really” Yoongi says and places a open kiss on his neck, “really want you”...

...“I don't want you to think I'm like everyone else, I don’t have sex with people at parties” he points out, yanking Yoongi’s t-shirt off of him....

...“I’m honoured to be your first” he whispers and Jimin strokes through his rough pale green hair, something he has wanted to do since he first saw it....

...“Are you clean?” he asks as Yoongi runs his tongue up his neck, the metal gliding along his skin and it feels just as good as he imagined it would....

...“Yes of course” he answers....

...“Sorry, I just have to ask y’know” he mumbles and Yoongi understands, his overactive sex life isn’t exactly a secret on campus....

...“Hold on, be right back” he says and runs out of the room. Jimin takes off his shirt, already unbuttoned by Yoongi, gets rid of his trousers and boxers, feeling completely exposed. ***** on Yoongi’s bed, he can’t believe it. He takes his glasses off and puts his them on the bedside table. To be ready for when Yoongi comes back he sits on the edge of the bed then moves to kneel on it instead, thinking that is a more attractive pose with his **** hanging between his legs. He ruffles his hair up then decides against it and fixes it....

...“You look fine, he wants you, you look fine” he gives himself a short pep talk, gulping as the door handle moves. As Yoongi comes in he drops his bottle of lube onto the floor, completely struck with shock, a faint ‘woah’ falling out of his mouth....

...“What nerd has a body like that?” he utters bluntly, shutting the door behind him....

...“Hey!” Jimin exclaims and Yoongi picks up the bottle, walking over to him, kissing him....

...“Look at your cock, baby, so pretty and flushed” he admires softly and Jimin pulls him down on top of him, reaching to unzip his jeans. While Yoongi kicks them off Jimin shuffles further up the bed. Yoongi sets his eyes on him and Jimin squirms as he inches closer, spreading his legs which makes Yoongi smile. They slot together, exchanging messy kisses. When their erections bump in between them Jimin whimpers and Yoongi signals him to flip over. Jimin hears the bottle cap click open as Yoongi pours it onto his fingers, he slides his hand down Jimin’s *** before pressing the first finger in. Jimin gasps as he sucks in Yoongi’s finger, feeling the bumps of each knuckle and to top it off he feels Yoongi’s cold silver ring at the base of his finger, lightly teasing his entrance....

...“Oh my god” Jimin moans as Yoongi moves his finger around his hole. His second digit goes in a little too quick but it feels so good Jimin isn’t going to ask him to slow down. Yoongi doesn’t spend as long as he should preparing him, Jimin knows he will be sore in the morning but he doesn’t care at this exact moment. Yoongi reaches over, fumbling in his bedside drawer for a condom and finds one, ripping the packet open and rolling it down his erection. He adds some more lube to Jimin’s entrance and some to his **** before pushing into him....

...“Oh Yoongi” he moans as he fills him....

...“The way you say my name is so hot, do it again baby” Yoongi pleads as he thrusts into him and Jimin does exactly as he wishes, over and over, spurring him on....

...“Harder” he chokes, pushing back onto him....

...“You’re just as good as I thought you’d be” he whispers under his breath, so quiet that Jimin almost doesn’t hear and he is so drunk that it doesn’t really register that Yoongi has thought about being with him before today....

...“Touch me Yoongi” he begs, reaching back to try and grab his arm. With every ****** Jimin bites down harder on his lip, close to piercing the skin. Yoongi splays his hand across Jimin’s back, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Jimin’s cock practically throbbing when Yoongi takes it into his hand, trying to pump it in time with his thrusts. He takes Yoongi so well he is impressed and when his cock pulses in Yoongi’s hand it sends him overboard, making him *** inside the condom. Now he picks up speed, desperately jerking Jimin to help him *** before Yoongi crosses the line of oversensitivity....

...“Do it Jimin, cum” he orders, squeezing his *** tight and Jimin does as he wants. He moans lusciously as he spills onto Yoongi’s bedsheets, finally letting his lip escape his teeth, now red and tender. Yoongi winces as he pulls out, removing the condom, tying it and throwing it across the room into his rubbish bin, through one of those toy basketball hoops and landing the shot....

...“Now I see why they let you join the basketball team” Jimin mumbles with a small laugh and Yoongi tells him to shut up with a small smack on his thigh. Jimin yawns and rubs his eyes before falling to the mattress, luckily he narrowly avoids his own *** stain....

...Yoongi gets up and trudges over to a pile of clothes on the floor, putting a potentially clean pair of boxers on. When he turns around Jimin has actually gotten into the bedsheets and managed to ball himself up in them, stealing them all to the left side of the bed. With a sigh Yoongi lies on the right side, he’s too sweaty for bedsheets anyway he decides and falls asleep to the sound of Jimin snoring softly beside him....

...Jimin wakes up before Yoongi, which was to be expected considering the fact that Jimin gets to class a good ten minutes early while Yoongi is always a good ten minutes late. When he opens his eyes he is instantly hit with the world’s biggest headache that has the force of a train. His *** is also killing him. Despite racking his brain as much as he can he doesn’t remember a great deal that happened last night. He remembers arriving, maybe speaking to Hoseok or was that Jungkook? Either way the conversations didn’t seem to hold much significance. Next thing he remembers is going up the stairs with Yoongi, thankfully he remembers most of went on from there, recounting what Yoongi said in his husky voice and how it may just be the best sex he has ever had in his entire life. Okay, who is he trying to lie to, it most certainly was the greatest sex he has ever had....

...Although he isn’t sure how long it will take for Yoongi to wake naturally he comes to the conclusion that waking him up himself is probably not the right decision. He sits up straight and crosses his legs. With not much else to do he simply watches him sleep for a while, his faint breathing, the way his chest slowly rises and falls, how his eyelids flutter just a little and Jimin thinks he must be dreaming. Though his favourite thing is how Yoongi sleeps with his hand in his pants, it’s kinda cute Jimin thinks....

...“What are you looking at?” Yoongi mutters and Jimin messes with the material of the bedsheets. With a groan Yoongi sits up in bed, the light reflecting off of his skin and he rubs his eyes, then his temples, he must be experiencing the same godforsaken head pain Jimin is....

...“Headache?” he says and Yoongi nods. Jimin hesitates for a second before he leans over and tries to give him a kiss....

...“What are you doing?” he asks harshly and gets a pack of cigarettes off of his bedside table, taking one out and scanning the room for a lighter....

...“You shouldn’t smoke those” Jimin says and Yoongi dismisses him with a wave of his hand....

...“I haven’t been told that a million times” he comments, pulling on his black skinny jeans and walks straight out of the room. Jimin haphazardly throws on his jeans and shirt from the night before, not being able to locate his boxers. He is still buttoning his shirt as he clumsily dashes out to the hallway after Yoongi. On his way to the kitchen he passes Jungkook asleep on the floor, food scattered everywhere, the floorboards are sticky and the house has been turned completely on it’s head. He feels bad for whoever has to clean this mess up. When he reaches the kitchen Yoongi has given up his search for a lighter and is using the stove to light his cigarette....

...“Innovative” Jimin remarks and Yoongi flips him his middle finger. As Jimin sits down at their kitchen table his stomach rumbles and Yoongi rolls his eyes, flinging the cupboard open....

...“I make a mean bowl of cereal” he says, grabbing a random box off of the shelf, not even asking Jimin which one he would prefer. Jimin studies Yoongi’s thin frame while he searches the fridge for milk, wanting to kiss all over it as he stands there without his shirt on. After a long smoke of his cigarette he slides a bowl across to Jimin, it is a huge bowl of frosted flakes with the milk overflowing onto the table. He smiles and thanks him nonetheless, wondering if he will ever come to this house and be given something that doesn’t seem like it was made by a child....

...“Um, I need a spoon” he says and Yoongi throws one in his direction that fortunately he manages to catch. Then Yoongi fills a glass with water, knocking back a couple of paracetamol to soften the ringing in his head....

...“Jimin? What are you still doing here?” Hoseok asks as he sits down in the chair opposite him, opening up the daily newspaper, the tone of his voice slightly suggestive. Before he can answer Yoongi is already ahead of him....

...“He fell asleep on my floor and I was so shattered when I found him that I couldn’t be bothered to move him” he tells an elaborate tale and although Jimin understands why the average person might not want to admit to their little endeavour over breakfast Yoongi is not your average person and would brag to the cafeteria lady about his latest sexual conquest if he felt so inclined. Maybe it’s because Jimin is sat here but that has never really stopped Yoongi before. He isn’t complaining though because he has heard how Yoongi talks and is glad not be the subject, hoping that he isn’t in the future....

...“Interesting…” Hoseok trails off, getting up to fetch Jimin some water, “never took you for a party boy Jimin” he says as he drops a dissolvable paracetamol into it and slides it across to him. Yoongi chuckles to himself and Jimin feels a twinge in his heart at the sound....

...It is in that moment Jimin realises he has made a terrible, terrible mistake. Yoongi nonchalantly leaning against the kitchen counter, cigarette lazily balanced between two fingers as he takes a drag from it, the smoke pouring out of his delicate pink lips while he runs his hands through his mint green hair damaged by bleach. He embodies every ‘bad boy’ type Jimin has ever seen on the big screen, the kind of boy he has been cautioned to stay away from and yet he is sat in his kitchen. He is exactly what Jimin shouldn’t want and that is why his terrible mistake is starting to fall for him......

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...Jimin turned up to his first ever Sociology class twenty minutes too early and actually had to wait for the professor to show up and open the door to let him in. Eventually other students turn up and they begin to take their seats. The professor says they can sit wherever they wish in the lecture hall, naturally people who already know each other sit together and people who don’t know anyone scatter themselves throughout the rows of seats. Jimin is one of these people and chooses to sit in the middle, not too close to the front where the professor is but not too far back because despite having good glasses he still needs to make it easier for him to see the board....

...About ten minutes into the professor going through the different subjects they will look at for this half of the year the door to the hall bangs open and when Jimin turns around in his seat he sees a guy stood in the doorway. He has mint green hair, a hair colour that Jimin has never seen on anyone before but it looks great on him. He is wearing a leather jacket and his light blue jeans are tattered with silver chains on his wrists. These are all clear signs of a bad boy if Jimin has ever seen one. Not even apologising to the professor he jogs down the stairs, scanning the seats before setting his sights on Jimin’s row. He shuffles between the seats and desks, past students and a number of empty seats before he stops in front of Jimin....

...“Anyone sit here?” he questions, pointing at the seat beside him....

...“I- um, well” he stutters then decides to opt for simply shaking his head. The guy sits down beside him, immediately slouching in his seat as the professor continues....

...“You gotta pen?” he asks....

...“You don’t have a pen?” Jimin replies in disbelief. Who doesn’t bring a pen to school?...

...“I don’t even have a school bag” he retorts....

...“What's that then?” Jimin asks, nodding towards the dufflebag at the guy’s feet....

...“Oh that's my sports bag” he explains, giving it a small kick with his Doc Martens....

...“Do you play for the school?” he presses, intrigued by him....

...“Yeah our shitty basketball team” he laughs and his smile makes Jimin smile....

...“Basketball? That's cool, I like basketball” he lies, mentally facepalming because he doesn’t know shit about basketball. He has a membership at the gym and is in pretty good shape if he does say so himself but in terms of actual sport knowledge he knows extremely little....

...“You should come to one of the games sometime” he proposes and when he turns his head Jimin notices the array of piercings that decorate all the way up his ears. On one side he has a couple of rings and random studs, on the other he has two rings and an industrial bar, for some reason they make him even more drawn to him....

...“Really?!” he exclaims when he realises what he has asked him and the professor scowls at him to be quiet....

...“Yeah, you know school spirit and all that crap” he says and Jimin nods....

...“I’m Jimin, Park Jimin” he introduces himself with a smile....

...“Well Jimin Park Jimin, I’m Yoongi Min Yoongi” he mocks him but Jimin doesn’t pick up on his sarcastic tone and simply grins....

...“So-” he starts and is cut off....

...“How about that pen?” Yoongi asks and Jimin fumbles around in his bag to give one to him, “could I have some paper too?” he adds on and Jimin rips a few pages out of his own notebook to hand to him. He isn’t quite sure why he wanted it because he barely makes any notes, just a few doodles here and there....

...“Um, are you like part of a fraternity or something?” Jimin tries to make conversation....

...“Sure, you could call it that” Yoongi mumbles, clearly disinterested....

...“Wow that’s cool, I’m not” he says....

...“Oh yeah?” he says and Jimin isn’t even sure if he was listening....

...“It must be nice to live in your own place” he comments....

...“Mmhm” he hums....

...“I live in the dorms and I’m pretty sure my roommate has already decided he doesn’t like me” Jimin chuckles....

...“Is that right?” he replies, completely in his own world and Jimin gives up trying to talk to him. He focuses hard on what the professor is saying, making detailed notes and even asking a few questions. Then when she gives them a sheet of questions to answer Jimin gets all ten done in under ten minutes despite the professor assigning them thirty to get it finished. With so much time left he decides to read through the textbook to give him a head start for next lesson but his eyes can’t help flicking across to Yoongi....

...Why are leather jackets hot? How does that even work? It is an item of clothing. Is it Yoongi wearing the jacket that makes Jimin feel hot under the collar or is it the idea of taking it off of him? Jimin shakes his head to get his strange thoughts out and tries to finish the paragraph he is reading. Until Yoongi stretches with a low groan and Jimin’s eyes travel back to him, Yoongi absentmindedly runs his hand up his own inner thigh and Jimin starts gnawing at the soft skin on the inside of his mouth. He also notices that Yoongi hasn’t answered a single question and they are now twenty minutes into the allocated time....

...“Do you need some help or something?” he asks suddenly, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans....

...“Nah, it’s alright” he brushes him off....

...“Because I could help you, I mean, if you want, I could do that” he rambles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him....

...“Really it’s cool” he repeats and Jimin nods softly, fiddling with his fingers, “thanks though” he mumbles, tapping his pen on the edge of the desk. Once again Jimin decides to leave him be and go back to his textbook until the professor catches their attention again....

...“That will be all for today, leave your answers on your desk and I will collect them once you have gone” she instructs and all the students around them start to pack away their things....

...“What are you going to do?” Jimin asks, nodding towards Yoongi’s blank answer sheet....

...“I’ll do the next one” he says with a shrug and gets up out of his seat as Jimin begins to put his textbooks away into his bag....

...“Er, it was nice to meet you” Jimin smiles as Yoongi shoves his paper into his bag....

...“You too, nerd” he says....

...“I’m not a nerd” Jimin insists, folding his arms....

...“Whatever you say” Yoongi annoys him and pushes Jimin’s glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger....

...“Um, can I get that pen back?” Jimin requests as he stands up to leave. Yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at him. This is the moment Jimin sees that he has a tongue piercing and wonders what it would feel like to have the metal drag across his skin....

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...Jimin wakes up later than usual, so tired from his interesting weekend that he completely slept through his alarm. His roommate hadn’t even come back all weekend, no surprise as for some reason he doesn’t like Jimin even though they have barely spoken to each other since the school year started. When he sees the time he groans in annoyance and jumps out of bed....

...If he was honest he was nervous about seeing Yoongi again, not the panicked, wary kind of nervous that most people experience when they encounter Yoongi but the sweaty palms, butterflies in your stomach kind of nervous that most people experience when they are developing a crush....

...A crush that Jimin did not ask for and isn’t even sure that he really wants. He is sure that he wants to do well in this class, he wants to excel at his studies and can’t let his little infatuation with Yoongi get in the way of that. He came to college to create a better future for himself not get distracted by a hot, rebellious boy....

...He hops in the shower, even if it means he will be late he has to shower every morning. With hardly anytime to get ready after his thorough shower he throws on a t-shirt and cardigan as opposed to his usual button down, jeans and of course his glasses....

...An untoasted bagel is going to have to suffice for breakfast as he swings his messenger bag over his shoulder and speeds across to the social science building. Forgetting his earphones means he is stuck with his own thoughts, mulling over the events of this weekend and slowly starting to realise that the thing he fears is true....

...No matter how much he denies it to himself he wants to see Yoongi again, he wants Yoongi to touch him again, he wants Yoongi to make him feel as incredible as he did this weekend over and over again. The scariest thing though is that despite his best efforts to convince himself otherwise what he wants most is for Yoongi to want him, for Yoongi to see him in a different way than he sees every other person he has been with, he knows exactly who Yoongi is but he wants him to be different this time, even though it is a long shot....

...His distressing thoughts take him all the way to the social science building, right to the front steps and when he sees Yoongi stood waiting up there he almost does a 180 to speed in the other direction....

...Yoongi is in his leather jacket, leaning back on the wall with his foot up against it and arms folded, looking completely uninterested in the world around him. The most cliche rebel pose in the book but there is a reason it is so popular, it is so fucking hot and makes Jimin feel weak as soon as he sees him. Jimin has watched a lot more teen dramas than he would care to admit and Yoongi embodies the qualities of every bad boy he has ever secretly lusted over. Every Chuck Bass or Lip Gallagher that has graced his TV screen and he hopes that just like them Yoongi has a hidden heart of gold....

...“Hey nerd” Yoongi smirks as he spots him. Too late to turn back now....

...“Would you stop calling me that?” Jimin complains as walks up the stairs to meet him....

...“Sorry nerd” he provokes him as Jimin leans back on the wall beside him....

...“Don’t start with me” he scowls and Yoongi pushes off of this wall, turning to face Jimin he puts his hand next to Jimin’s head, leaning in close enough that he can feel his breath hit his face....

...“I believe these belong to you” he says smugly, slyly pulling Jimin’s boxers out of the pocket of his leather jacket. Jimin gasps and grabs them from him, shoving them into his bag, completely flustered, face turning bright red....

...Yoongi’s tongue slips out and runs along his bottom lip, god the things Jimin bets he can do with that tongue. He places his finger under Jimin’s chin, lifting his head up to make him look at him. Then he leans down to kiss him, not starting off timid or slow, getting right to the point with his soft tongue that makes Jimin wobbly at the knees....

...“They’re watching us” Jimin mumbles, nodding towards the guy and girl stood next to the entrance of the building then looks down at the floor, fumbling with his fingers....

...“Nothing to see here, **** off” Yoongi fires at the two and gestures for them to go inside. They immediately panic and frantically scramble into the building. Once the doors close he goes back to Jimin, trying to get his tongue back down his throat....

...“We are going to be late” Jimin says, lightly pushing Yoongi’s chest....

...“Don’t worry about that” Yoongi replies, kissing his jaw....

...“They’re going to start without us” he giggles at how it tickles....

...“What is your attendance Jimin?” he asks....

...“One hundred percent” he states proudly with his head up high....

...“Then what's one day?” Yoongi grins mischievously....

...“Oh, I don’t know...” he trails off and pushes up his glasses. Yoongi leans in, their noses brushing as he looks into his eyes....

...“Come with me” he whispers and there is something about the way he looks at Jimin that makes him melt, he can’t possibly say no to those eyes. When Jimin finally gives in Yoongi grins and grasps his shoulder, leading him down the stairs....

...“Where are you taking me?” he inquires, not that he particularly cares with how tightly Yoongi is gripping him, he just wishes his hand was somewhere else....

...“Let’s go to mine, no one is home” he suggests and Jimin’s face starts to go pink again. They walk in silence for a while before Yoongi pulls out a cigarette and lights it....

...“Why do you smoke?” Jimin questions and Yoongi just shrugs, “because you really shouldn’t-”...

...“Jesus fucking christ, I didn’t realise I was hanging out with my mother! Cut out the lecturing” he snaps, tapping the cigarette....

...“Sorry” he mumbles, “when is your next game?” he asks instead....

...“This saturday” he answers, smoke rolling out of his mouth, “why? Are you coming?”...

...“If you want” Jimin says, hoping Yoongi will say that he does in fact want him to be there but he just shrugs. As they walk side by side their hands bump a few times and Jimin is oh so tempted to reach out and hold his hand but thinks it would probably be met with a scowl or his hand being swatted away....

...“What happened to the button downs?” Yoongi chuckles, tugging at Jimin’s cardigan....

...“I was running late today” he explains, picking at the ends of the sleeves of the cardigan....

...“Park Jimin was running late? I am shocked” he exclaims overdramatically, putting his hand on his heart....

...“It isn’t shocking, I’m late sometimes” he protests and Yoongi scoffs, “how would you know I’m not? We aren’t even close” he adds and Yoongi scoffs again, making Jimin narrow his eyes....

...“We definitely aren’t close, it’s not like I had to wash your *** out of my bedsheets or anything” he comments sarcastically as he unlocks the front door and Jimin trips over when he says it, “watch your step” he remarks, clearly very pleased with himself....

...As Yoongi walks in he throws his keys on the coffee table, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray and takes his jacket off while Jimin stands awkwardly not quite sure whether to take his shoes off or sit down. Yoongi notices and rolls his eyes, taking Jimin’s bag from him and throwing it down by the shoes then going into the kitchen....

...Even though this carpet is beyond dirty and whatever was on the bottom of his shoes was not going to make a difference Jimin’s mother always told him it was proper etiquette to take your shoes off when you go into someone’s home so he does. This is something he regrets when he follows Yoongi into the kitchen which has cold tiles, not soft carpet....

...“Um, your house is nice, I didn’t say that before” he compliments him, simply being polite because it is a clear lie as he can’t help but grimace at the pile of dirty clothing forming by the washing machine. Why would you put them so close but not actually in the machine? That just makes no sense....

...In the midst of Jimin’s confusion over the four guys lack of logic Yoongi has found his hands at Jimin’s waist. Nothing but silence as Yoongi’s hands travel up Jimin’s sides, their eyes locked tight, Jimin gulping as Yoongi lazily pushes his cardigan off of his shoulders, it falling down and gathering at his wrists....

...“I have a need for you Jimin” he purrs, gently kissing the corner of his mouth, “I can’t stop it” he whispers and Jimin kisses him back, hard, even though he knows he shouldn’t....

...He shouldn’t be letting Yoongi kiss his neck and run his hands over the parts of Jimin’s body that no one gets to see. With his hands in Jimin’s pants where Jimin shouldn’t want them but goddamn he wants them there. Yoongi’s the wrong choice but when his breath fans over Jimin’s face it feels right. He feels right....

...“Y-Yoongi?” he stutters and Yoongi hums in acknowledgement but Jimin doesn’t say anything. He has a list of things he wants to say but can’t bring himself to say them. He could tell him how badly he wants to touch him right now or he could tell him how badly he is falling for him right now. Both are true but he can guess which one Yoongi would rather hear as he kisses down Jimin’s neck....

...“Get on your knees” Yoongi instructs before he even has the chance to say what he wanted to....

...“Okay” he agrees with a small smile and as he sinks to his knees Yoongi rests his back against the wall. Now let's get one thing straight, Jimin has never wanted to give someone a blowjob in his entire life, he has given them before but always for the enjoyment of the other person. This time though, this time is different. This time he wants it, wants to feel Yoongi in his mouth and watch his face as he pleasures him....

...As he unbuttons Yoongi’s jeans he presses his lips together and then licks over them, going to take his glasses off before he starts....

...“You can keep those on” Yoongi mumbles, almost embarrassed that he is asking him to but when Jimin’s smile beams up at him he feels okay again. Jimin tugs down Yoongi’s boxers and his eyes light up when he sees that he is already hard, pre-*** leaving a stain....

...Neither of them say a word, simply talking with their eyes. Yoongi looks down at him and he gives a little nod so Yoongi presses the tip of his cock against Jimin’s lips, his pre-*** creating a gloss over their crimson tint from being kissed so hard....

...Jimin starts slowly, just putting the head between his lips and Yoongi clamps his lips together to stop a whimper slipping out. As Jimin starts to take him deeper Yoongi’s urge to pull on his hair grows stronger....

...“How does it taste? Good?” he asks, allowing himself to run his fingers into Jimin’s hair but trying to keep enough restraint to not tug on it....

...“Mmhm” he hums in praise which sends vibrations up Yoongi’s cock making him gasp and his hand tightens to a fist in his soft brown hair....

...“Fuck, Jimin” he groans as Jimin hollows his cheeks around him. He slowly pulls back, Yoongi’s length rubbing against the walls of Jimin’s mouth and then he presses his tongue against the head, keeping his eyes locked on Yoongi’s face the entire time....

...“Am I doing good?” he asks in a seductive tone before licking all the way down to the base....

...“So good” Yoongi whispers breathily with a nod, his eyes closed. Jimin runs his hand slowly all the way up Yoongi’s leg, stroking over his hip bone with his thumb and then bringing his hand to wrap around his member. When he starts to pump it Yoongi can’t help pulling on the strands of Jimin’s hair and when he puts his tongue flat against his balls Yoongi groans. For a bit he uses his hand on him while he works and licks his balls....

...Yoongi takes a second to thank god that none of the other guys are here right now because he’s never been this vocal before and they’d never let him hear the end of it....

...Jimin wouldn’t like to say he is proud of it but he knows he gives a damn good blowjob and he’s sure that if he asked Yoongi right now he would agree with that statement....

...He moves back to Yoongi’s length, sucking slowly, he doesn’t want this to end that quickly. Running his hands up his legs, groping at his thighs....

...Yoongi is starting to unravel and Jimin can tell, he can feel it. He pushes Yoongi’s cock as far down his mouth as he possibly can without choking and swallows around it, a swallow that has Yoongi throbbing and begging him to do it again....

...Yoongi’s begging and he is extremely embarrassed about it....

...Jimin swallows again much to Yoongi’s enjoyment and then sucks hard. Yoongi clings onto Jimin’s hair for dear life as he cums down his throat. As he pulls off he looks up at Yoongi intently, watching his face as his eyes squeeze shut, his lips parting as he pants. It’s a sight that Jimin could watch forever....

...In turn Yoongi takes a second to admire the view below him. Despite being on his knees Jimin looks so innocent, big brown doe eyes behind those glasses, his cheeks tinted pink, his hair a mess from where Yoongi held a tight grip on it, a tiny bit of *** left on his lip and his tongue ever so gently glides over it to remove it....

...For a split second Yoongi thinks he might lov-...

...“Would you, um” Jimin begins, which snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts....

...“What?” Yoongi says, pulling his underwear back up and Jimin shrugs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose....

...“Oh you want me to return the favour?” it clicks in his mind....

...“Well, I-” Jimin’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink....

...“Don’t be embarrassed baby” he teases and there it is again, Yoongi calling him ‘baby’, it might be Jimin’s favourite thing. He wants it to be his text notification tone....

...“I’m not” he insists, crossing his arms like a child in a strop....

...“Then tell me” Yoongi shrugs....

...“Tell you what?” he questions, turning his head to the side....

...“What you want me to do to you” he elaborates....

...“Yoongi! Why?” he gasps and Yoongi rests his hand on Jimin’s hip....

...“Because I want to hear it, I want to hear you say it” he purrs, leaning in close....

...“Why?!” Jimin exclaims....

...“I want to hear the dirty words come out of your mouth” he orders, gripping him harder and getting him even more aroused, pretty much destroying the stable composure he is trying to keep....

...“T-this is ridiculous” he stutters....

...“Don’t you want to see what my mouth can do?” he asks with an alluring tone that makes Jimin’s heart rate go through the roof....

...“I do!” he blurts out suddenly, blushing at his own brashness, “I-I want you to use your tongue on me” he mumbles, not able to look him in the eye....

...“I can’t believe the school’s poster boy for innocence is begging to have his cock sucked by me” Yoongi scoffs with a smirk....

...“Would you shut up?” Jimin snaps and Yoongi raises his eyebrow at how fiery that was. He realises that he really likes feisty Jimin. Like a lot....

...“How about I do you one better?” he offers, trailing his finger around the waistband of Jimin’s jeans....

...“What do you mean?” he wonders warily....

...“When was the last time you showered?” he interrogates him....

...“This morning, why?” he answers and Yoongi spins him around, pushing him forward so that he stumbles and holds onto the kitchen counter. Then he pulls down Jimin’s jeans, getting on his knees so that his face is in line with Jimin’s ***....

...“You said to use my tongue, you didn’t say where” he says and puts his hands on Jimin’s *** to spread him....

...“Yoongi!” Jimin exclaims and turns around....

...“What?” Yoongi asks nonchalantly....

...“A little heads up would’ve been nice” he huffs....

...“Shut up, you’ll love it” he insists and turns him back around, barely spreading Jimin again before he turns back around again and Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes....

...“I-”...

...“You know most people would’ve given up, gone home” Yoongi sasses him....

...“We’re at your home” Jimin claps back....

...“Exactly! That’s why I haven’t left because trust me if we were somewhere I else I would’ve” he maintains, starting to get bored....

...“Yoongi” Jimin whines like a child, immensely embarrassed by this whole debacle....

...“Stop that. Now, you need to make a decision. Do you want me to eat you out or not?” Yoongi almost yells and Jimin presses his lips together to try to stop it but he can’t and starts to giggle. “What are you laughing at?!” Yoongi tries to keep a straight face but fails....

...“Look at us! What are we doing?” he laughs. It is all rather ridiculous when they think about it, Jimin stood in Yoongi’s kitchen with his pants down by his ankles with Yoongi kneeling down on the tiles and they’re a step away from getting into an argument over whether Yoongi’s tongue is in fact going into Jimin’s ***....

...“So, are you going to let me or should I just **** off and you finish this all by yourself?” he suggests....

...“Well, yeah…” he accepts shyly....

...“Then turn around before I die of old age” he mutters and Jimin narrows his eyes at him before doing as he is told. He is a little apprehensive because he has never actually had anyone do this to him before. He has only had one long-term boyfriend and he would never have done this. He has seen it in the rare occasions when he watches porn and wondered what it would feel like. Does it feel kind of weird? Is it as good as they make it sound?...

...He doesn’t have to wonder for much longer as Yoongi teases his entrance with the tip of his tongue, it involuntarily flutters and Jimin hears a soft chuckle behind him. Yoongi’s warm breath ghosting over him makes him have to bite down on his lip....

...When Yoongi feels he has teased Jimin enough he pushes the tip of his tongue in, slightly swirling it, only enough to let Jimin know how good it will feel because he wants him to beg for more....

...“Y-Yoongi, p-please” he stutters and it was even easier than Yoongi thought. Sure it wasn’t a full on beg but Yoongi will take it any day of the week....

...A loud moan rips through Jimin as Yoongi pushes his tongue in further and there it is… Yoongi’s tongue piercing....

...Jimin had forgotten it even existed but now he is more aware of it than he has ever been as it drags along his walls....

...And to answer the previous questions, sure it feels a little weird at first but oh god does it feel a million times better than Jimin could have even imagined....

...Yoongi takes his tongue out to run it along Jimin’s taint up to his entrance and buries his tongue back inside....

...“Oh Yoongi” Jimin moans which spurs him on, there is just something about the way Jimin says his name that triggers something in him. As he sucks at the puckered skin Jimin groans his name again, making Yoongi dig the pads of his fingers deeper into the plump skin of his ***....

...He pulls back and Jimin whimpers, missing his touch. He wants to see Jimin’s face so he leans around to look up at him. He looks completely gone, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed, hands gripping onto the kitchen side....

...“You’re practically dripping baby” he licks his lips as his eyes travel over Jimin’s member, hard and dark, pre-*** pouring out of it....

...Yoongi goes back to his previous position, loving how it feels when Jimin tightens around his tongue. Every time Jimin clenches the tongue piercing digs in and it creates a sensation that blows Jimin’s mind....

...Jimin groans and Yoongi decides he is ready to let him *** now but before he even lifts his hand up to reach around and find his member Jimin is letting out a long high pitched moan, climaxing without any help from Yoongi’s hand....

...His load hits the kitchen cupboard and Yoongi’s mouth falls open in surprise, he hasn’t had a guy *** untouched before and he has never done it himself so it shocks him slightly, he is also shocked by how incredibly hot it makes him feel....

...“Woah, I’ve never seen a guy do that before” he comments, kind of impressed as Jimin turns around to face him, having to rest back on the kitchen counter to keep himself standing, his legs trembling....

...“What? I don’t know how it happened, it just-” he blurts out and Yoongi chuckles at the panic in his eyes....

...“It was hot, don’t worry about it” he assures him, getting up off of the floor....

...“Really?” he blushes, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose....

...“Seriously fucking hot” he smirks, pushing at Jimin’s chest lightly. He looks behind him at the *** dripping down their cabinet and Jimin profusely apologies for it....

...“I’ll clean it!” he insists as he clumsily pulls his jeans up....

...“I kinda wanna keep it there” Yoongi says and Jimin hits his chest, getting all embarrassed again. It’s a struggle but he eventually manages to find a cloth under the sink to clean up with but Yoongi takes it from him before he can do it. Yoongi leans down to wipe it off and tuts as he does....

...“I’m cleaning up after you again my messy boy” he scolds him and Jimin’s heart races at how possessive it sounds and although he wouldn’t admit it out loud he is dying to be Yoongi’s, his something, his anything, just his....

...“How are you so good at that?” Jimin asks in disbelief but then rethinks it, “actually I don’t want to know” he mutters. He knows Yoongi has slept with lots of people before him, it used to just be something he knew about him, a fact really but now when he thinks about Yoongi with anyone else it hurts....

...“I’ve actually never done that to anyone before” he trails off, trying to brush it under the rug so Jimin doesn’t look any further into it....

...“I’m honoured to be your first” he says, mirroring what Yoongi had said to him the first time they had sex. Jimin’s heart tightens a little, in his mind this makes him special, he isn’t like everyone else Yoongi has slept with, he was something new for him, that makes him special....

...Of course he is wrong though, he is special to Yoongi but not for the reasons he thinks, he is simply special to Yoongi because he makes him feel a way he hasn’t felt before, not for anyone, as much as he tries to pretend that the feeling isn’t there....

...“You hungry?” Yoongi asks, trying to change the subject....

...“Sure” Jimin accepts, a little uncertain because Yoongi is no chef....

...“Grab your shoes” he orders and throws the dirty cloth into the washing machine. Jimin scurries back into the living room through to the hallway and laces his shoes up, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waits for Yoongi....

...“Where are we going?” Jimin asks as Yoongi locks the front door. Is this a date?...

...“That cafe by the sports hall” he says, pulling out a second cigarette, it’s the second one Jimin has seen but if he had to guess it’s probably his fourth today....

...“What if someone sees us? They’ll know we skipped” he worries as Yoongi lights the cigarette....

...“Don’t worry no one will care” he scoffs at Jimin’s goody two shoes attitude, smoke spilling from his lips and Jimin coughs....

...“Um, could you like not do that maybe?” he asks timidly, covering his facing with the sleeve of his cardigan. Yoongi looks confused and Jimin points at his cigarette....

...“Oh, er, yeah sure” he mumbles, throwing it onto the floor and stepping on it to put it out....

...“Thank you” Jimin smiles smally. To be honest he wasn’t expecting Yoongi to actually do it so the fact that he did makes him feel kind of giddy. They don’t talk much as they walk to the cafe but Jimin doesn’t really mind it, he quite likes just being in Yoongi’s company....

...Yoongi enters first, not opening the door for Jimin but he has decided that it’s not technically a date so it doesn’t bother him that much....

...Jimin waves at Hoseok who works behind the counter and Yoongi acknowledges him with a nod. When they sit down together Hoseok’s eyebrows rise so high on his forehead they almost disappear....

...“How about I pay for the drinks and you pay for the food?” Jimin proposes, desperately trying to turn this into a date....

...“Cool” he says, not giving him anything at all, not indulging the date atmosphere for even a second....

...“I’m going to go up, what do you want?” Jimin smiles as he gets up out of his chair....

...“Black coffee” he answers and Jimin nods. Of course he does, Jimin should’ve known....

...“Hey Hoseok! Can I get a-” he starts....

...“Macchiato for you and an Americano for Yoongi?” he finishes his order and Jimin nods. Maybe he does spend too much time in here....

...“What is this?” Hoseok asks, wiggling his eyebrows as he fills the coffee mug....

...“A mug” Jimin states bluntly and Hoseok sighs in annoyance....

...“Stop it. I’m serious, is this some kind of weird date?” he asks and Jimin blushes....

...“No! It’s just- well- I don’t know but it’s not a date, that’s for sure” he says, almost sounding disappointed at the end. Hoseok makes the drinks and Jimin pays him then brings them back to Yoongi who is playing around on his phone....

...“Thanks” he mumbles, not looking up. Jimin sits with his hands in his lap, watching, waiting for Yoongi to start some kind of conversation but it doesn’t come....

...“I, um, I realised that I don’t have your number” Jimin says, he attempts to sound casual but he is clearly fishing for Yoongi to give it to him. Yoongi holds out his hand, signally Jimin to give his phone to him and he puts his number into his contacts. He saves himself as ‘Min Yoongi’ but Jimin changes it to ‘Yoongi’....

...“Um, so you mentioned that-” Yoongi starts and Jimin beams at him actually initiating a conversation but it is quickly interrupted....

...“Yoongi!” a guy yells as he comes into the cafe and is at their table in seconds....

...“Oh hey!” Yoongi greets him and Jimin definitely feels like a third wheel....

...“Yoongi is this your boyfriend?” he teases and Jimin has to use everything he has not to blush at the idea....

...“No way **** off, this is just Jimin” Yoongi chuckles but Jimin isn’t smiling. The ‘just Jimin’ felt like a stab in the gut....

...“Hey its nice to m-” Jimin extends his hand with a fake smile....

...“Yeah okay” he blanks him and goes back to Yoongi “dude come on we’re going to that bar down town” he says....

...“It’s 12 o'clock” Jimin comments, unable to hide his disapproval....

...“And?” the guy scoffs and Jimin awkwardly fiddles with his hands....

...“I think I’m gonna head off” Yoongi announces and Jimin’s heart drops....

...“Don’t you have practice soon?” Jimin asks, a pathetic attempt to get him to stay here instead because it’s close to the hall....

...“I’ll be there” he confirms, getting out of his seat....

...“See you around?” Jimin calls out hopefully....

...“Er, sure” Yoongi replies and Jimin’s bottom lip almost goes....

...“Later nerd” his idiot friend yells and Yoongi hits his arm....

...“Dude c’mon” Yoongi scolds him....

...“What?” he raises his hands in defense and then they leave. Jimin sits across from Yoongi’s practically untouched Americano for five minutes before he decides enough is enough and puts his cardigan on. Before he gets up Hoseok comes and sits himself down in the chair opposite....

...“Shouldn’t you be working?” Jimin sighs, flicking at his empty coffee cup....

...“I’m taking my break. Who pissed in your cornflakes?” he asks, drinking Yoongi’s coffee so it doesn’t go to waste....

...“Excuse me?”...

...“It means why are you in a bad mood?” he explains, grimacing at the bitterness of the coffee and adding a couple of packets of sugar to it....

...“I’m not” he pouts, crossing his arms....

...“Tell that to your face” Hoseok mutters....

...“Fine, Yoongi just totally bailed on me” he admits, huffing and resting his chin on his hand....

...“He does that”...

...“So has he never had a serious relationship?” Jimin asks although he is pretty sure of the answer....

...“Not for as long as I’ve known him” Hoseok shrugs. Jimin doesn’t have anyone he can ask about Yoongi so the fact that he and Hoseok are friends now is nice because he does really like Hoseok but it also gives him a little bit of a way in to Yoongi....

...“Has he just not met the right person or-” he tries to press for information and Hoseok rolls his eyes....

...“Look Jimin, I don’t think he has stuck with one person for more than a week. He isn’t a hugger or a kisser, no holding hands or cute selfies for Instagram” he reels off and with every thing he says Jimin gets more upset....

...“Seriously?” Jimin asks, a little shocked. Granted Yoongi has never attempted to hold his hand but he was all over him outside of the lecture hall this morning....

...“Seriously. All that couple stuff isn't his thing, he doesn’t do it. I don’t want to hurt your feelings but if you’re expecting the perfect boyfriend Yoongi isn’t your guy” he gives him the brutally honest tough love and while Jimin doesn’t want to hear it maybe he needs to....

...“Oh, I wasn’t asking for me, I just-”...

...“Don’t bullshit me. My room is next door to Yoongi’s and the walls are far from soundproof” he reveals and Jimin goes as red as a tomato....

...“I don’t like the sound of what you are trying to insinuate” he blabbers....

...“Oh Yoongi, oh do that again, oh please Yoongi, oh yes yes Yoongi” Hoseok mocks him and Jimin punches him in the arm....

...“Knock it off!” he hisses, beyond embarrassed and people are starting to turn around in their seats....

...“You’re vocal, he likes that” Hoseok smirks, clearly very proud of himself for getting Jimin this flustered....

...“Stop it- wait really?” he says and Hoseok nods, “how do you?”...

...“Listen, I’m always at the kitchen table when it comes to the morning after so as guys do he talks to me about it” he explains and Jimin instantly worries about what Yoongi said about him, if he was any good or if he enjoyed it....

...“So you know what he likes?” Jimin questions, with a clear agenda....

...“He likes ****** play, he will always deny that he does but if you start he won’t ask you to stop” he says and Jimin feels like he should take out his book to start making notes....

...“Did he say anything about me? Do you think he likes me?” Jimin asks and Hoseok sighs....

...“All I will say is he has never let any of them stay for breakfast” he says and gets out of the seat, picking up the empty cups....

...“So I’ve got a shot?” Jimin asks with a small smile and glimmer of hope in his eyes....

...“Jimin, he is a broken boy, if you think you can fix him then by all means give it a go but don’t expect anything” he says and then goes back to his job, starting to clean the coffee machine, leaving Jimin by himself....

...Jimin: Hey!...

...Yoongi: jimin?...

...Jimin: Yeah (^ｰ^)...

...Yoongi: cool ill save your number...

...Jimin: Okay...

...Yoongi: can you send me a pic?...

...Jimin panics when he sees the text. He has never taken a ***** photo in his entire life. He wouldn’t even know how to....

...Jimin: Like...

...Jimin: Um...

...Yoongi: that i can set as your contact photo...

...A wave of relief washes over him but also a tiny bit of disappointment that Yoongi doesn’t want one....

...Jimin: Ohh...

...Jimin: Sure!...

...He scrolls through his gallery for what seems like way too long. He doesn’t really take selfies that often and the ones that he does have he doesn’t really feel are worthy of sending to Yoongi. He could take one now but then Yoongi would know he had taken it now. Grimacing at his old selfies he decides it is his only option, opening up his front camera and taking about seven. He narrows it down to two and then holds them both up to Hoseok who leans over the counter to inspect both, choosing the second one....

...Jimin sent a photo to Yoongi...

...Yoongi: cute...

...Jimin changed Yoongi's name to Yoongi ❤️...

...What year was that case study completed?...

...Do you think Yoongi will be in today?...

...Which sociologist was it again?...

...These are the kinds of questions Jimin asks himself as he sits bored in his seat in the lecture hall waiting for other students to come in because as usual he is ten minutes early....

...Does Yoongi like me?...

...The deadline for that essay is Thursday right?...

...How big do you think Yoongi’s d-...

...“Jesus christ!” Jimin yelps as he is ripped out of his train of thought by Yoongi sitting down beside him....

...“Woah dude, I don’t bite” he chuckles, putting his hands up, “unless you ask me to” he adds with a smirk, looking Jimin up and down. His face gets hot at the idea of Yoongi’s teeth sinking down into his soft, tender skin. Yoongi leaving marks on Jimin’s body like he owns it....

...“Where are your glasses?” Yoongi asks with knotted eyebrows and a slight pout....

...“Oh, um, I don’t know, I feel like I look better without them” Jimin mumbles under Yoongi’s intense gaze....

...“Why would you think that?” he questions and Jimin just shrugs. With the way Yoongi is studying him his mouth goes dry and when he takes a sip of his takeaway coffee from the cafe he grimaces....

...“Ew, there is way too much milk in this, do you want it?” Jimin offers without really thinking....

...“Eh, not really” he shrugs but takes the cup from him anyway. Something that Jimin has realised is that he struggles with staring, he never has before but he can’t seem to stop watching Yoongi....

...“I didn’t see you at the game, er, what happened?” Yoongi asks, doodling on his piece of paper....

...“Oh yeah sorry, I’ll make it to the next” Jimin promises. He did want to go when Yoongi suggested it but he was kind of nervous about showing up and then something came up anyway....

...“Cool”...

...“Was it a good turn out?” Jimin asks as Yoongi takes a sip of the coffee....

...“Yeah I guess” he says, neither positive or negative....

...“Do parents come and stuff?” he questions, trying to gage exactly what he would be walking into if he did go....

...“Are you five years old? This isn’t sports day” he chuckles, pushing at Jimin’s thigh and his heart races at the feeling of his hand on his thigh....

...“Oh I don’t know, I just assumed, my dad always came to my football games” he explains, thinking back to when he was part of his school’s football club....

...“I haven’t spoken to my parents in years so in the crowd of my basketball game is the last place I would look for them” he confesses and Jimin’s heart aches for him....

...“I’m sorry-” he starts but it is evident that Yoongi wants to change the subject....

...“Seriously though what were you up to?” he interrogates, rubbing his thumb over where Jimin’s name is written on the styrofoam coffee cup....

...“Um I had a date” he admits and Yoongi’s demeanour seems to change....

...“Oh” he shifts in his seat, “did you get some?” he asks with a slight chuckle....

...“No, no, it didn’t really go well” he answers. Which is true. The guy was nice enough but he was kind of dull and smelt a little strange....

...“Their loss” Yoongi comments, his tone more serious than usual, giving him a small smile. A girl appears in front of their desks, Naeyeon, she is pretty popular on campus as the captain of the cheerleading squad....

...“Hey Yoongi” she smiles, tilting her head to the side. Yoongi looks up at her for about a second with a small eyebrow raise of acknowledgement and that’s it....

...“How come you’re being so cold?” she pouts in a tone that could be referred to as a mock toddler voice that makes Jimin cringe. She tries to poke at his cheeks and Jimin can tell Yoongi is getting very agitated....

...“We had sex and now you’re blanking me?” she pouts again and Jimin almost chokes on his own spit....

...“Sorry” he apologies flippantly and she huffs, giving up and going back to her seat. Jimin watches her inquisitively as she walks away, it all seemed a bit harsh to him....

...“Do you like her?” Yoongi asks, picking up on how he is looking at her....

...“No” Jimin shakes his head....

...“Ah, you tried and she turned you down?” he nods, going back for his coffee....

...“No! I don’t like her” Jimin maintains, folding his arms....

...“She is the hottest girl in our class” Yoongi says and Jimin shifts in his seat, “oh! So you bat for the other team?” he realises with a slight smile....

...“If that’s how you want to put it” Jimin murmurs getting all awkward, “anyway if she’s the hottest girl in our class and she wants you then why aren’t you dating her?” he questions sassily....

...“Been there done that, she’s majorly clingy” he says, clearly not impressed....

...“Really? She seems so nice” Jimin wonders. She’s always been nice to him anyway, not that he knows too much about it but she seems like good girlfriend potential....

...“I guess. So what’s your type?” he asks, startling Jimin with his sudden interest. Luckily he is saved by someone else coming over, this time it is a guy, a very very good looking guy. Not as handsome as Yoongi but he is definitely a close second. Yoongi sighs lowly and runs his fingers through his hair....

...Okay, maybe it isn’t that close....

...“Hi, what’s up?” he greets Yoongi who once again seems completely indifferent....

...“Nothing” he replies bluntly and the guy blinks hard, as if he has never had a guy act so uninterested in him before....

...“Do you want to hang out again?” he asks and Yoongi shrugs. Realising that Yoongi is pretty much having none of it the guy mumbles something about ‘forget it’ and retreats back to his seat as Naeyeon did....

...“The hottest guy in our class too?!” Jimin exclaims in disbelief. He knew Yoongi had a track record but seriously?...

...“Yeah he is not too bad at giving head but he is seriously fucking boring. Wait so he is your type?” Yoongi asks with a smug smile, looking back at the guy to see what features he has that Jimin might fancy....

...“I mean, I don’t know, why do you want to know?” he questions....

...“I’m not asking for me, you’re nice but” he starts and Jimin’s mouth drops open in offence....

...“But what? What’s wrong with me?” he snaps, he means to sound angry but it comes off as hurt....

...“Nothing! You’re sweet but I like it rough” he purrs, lightly swinging in his chair, his eyes trailing down Jimin’s body....

...“I can take it” he murmurs under his breath, not quiet enough though as Yoongi picks up on it and raises his eyebrow....

...“So you think he is the hottest guy in this entire class?” he repeats....

...“One of them” Jimin shrugs, turning to face the front of the class, away from Yoongi....

...“So there is someone just as hot if not hotter?” he asks and Jimin nods, “who might that be?” he bites his lip and turns in his chair to face Jimin for the first time today....

...“Not telling” Jimin states, crossing his arms....

...“Do you want to know” Yoongi taunts, leaning in towards him, “who I think is the hottest person in our class?” he whispers, sending shivers up Jimin spine and giving him an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss him....

...“Min Yoongi! Am I going to have to move you? Get to work” the professor shouts at him. He chuckles and his breath hits Jimin’s neck, the sensation travelling south very quickly, making Jimin cross his legs over......

...“Hey Jimin, wanna come back to the house?” Jungkook asks, opening up his locker....

...“Um, I don’t know” Jimin shrugs, he doesn’t particularly want to run into Yoongi if he is honest. He’s just finished his set at the gym so he looks a little rough, if he knows he is going to see Yoongi he makes a bit more of an effort....

...“You play video games?” he questions as he fumbles around in his bag....

...“Not really to be honest” he answers, leaving it at that and hoping Jungkook doesn’t ask why so he doesn’t have to be made fun of for preferring to read....

...“They’re so much fun! Come on dude, you are constantly working just come over, have a beer with me and play some video games then we can go to Yoongi’s game” he suggests, getting his phone out to check his notifications....

...“Okay fine, but without the beer” he compromises and Jungkook rolls his eyes but agrees nonetheless. They talk about all sorts on the walk over, primarily sports related chatter and Jungkook making the odd dig at Jimin for not knowing any of his favourite superheroes. Once they get to the house they go straight upstairs, Jimin remembers the hallway, the way Yoongi lead him down it and exactly which room is his. As they pass it he wonders if he is in there and if he is what he is doing in there, probably sleeping or jerking off, either way part of Jimin wants to join him. Jungkook’s room is nothing like Yoongi’s, for starters his is relatively clean and his clothes are put away unlike Yoongi’s that are scattered across the floor ready for anyone to trip over. His walls are covered in movie posters, sweet photos of his family and friends whereas Yoongi’s is painfully dull....

...“I’m guessing you don’t have a favourite game” Jungkook says and Jimin shakes his head so he goes over to his shelf and scans it, “I’ve got a game for everything, Fifa, Call of Duty, GTA” he reels off and Jimin just stares then shrugs....

...“I’ve never even picked up an xbox controller before” Jimin admits and Jungkook’s eyes almost pop out of his head in disbelief....

...“Okay Lego Batman it is” he decides, best to start off easy, “can you go down and get the drinks while I set it up?” he asks and Jimin heads out into the hallway....

...He walks past Yoongi’s room, stopping after a few steps and going back. He hesitates for a few seconds before gently knocking....

...“Yoongi?” he whispers through the door, “it’s me Jimin” he says with another small knock but much to his disappointment there is no reply....

...As he makes his way he hears voices coming from the kitchen and when he hears Yoongi’s voice he freezes....

...“I’m just saying he is nice, if you’re only looking to mess around then let him go” Hoseok says as Jimin sneakily peers his head around the corner, undetected by the two of them....

...“Would you get off my *** about it?” Yoongi snaps as he ties up his laces....

...“So you do like him!” Hoseok squeals....

...“Fuck off” Yoongi mumbles....

...“You call him baby, I heard you, you never give any of them little nicknames” Hoseok teases and Yoongi gets out of his chair with a huff....

...“I’m going out” he mutters, grabbing his gym bag and leather jacket....

...“Is Yoongi smitten?” he pesters and Yoongi throws his middle finger up at him before leaving out the back door in the kitchen....

...Jimin waits for a little bit to ensure Hoseok doesn’t think he was eavesdropping and gets their drinks. When he goes back Jungkook is ready and they play for an hour before it’s time to leave. Jimin is pretty shit even though this game is targeted towards eight year olds but Jungkook gives him a bit of pity praise to soften the blow on his pride....

...The three of them head towards the sports hall where a guy who is considerably taller than Jimin is waiting for them....

...“Namjoon” he says, extending his hand to Jimin, “I’m the last roommate, we haven’t officially met yet” he introduces himself and Jimin shakes his hand....

...“I’m Jimin” he smiles and Namjoon nods....

...“Oh trust me, I know” he says and the tone of his voice fills Jimin’s head with a million questions. They file into the hall and sit down in the second row waiting for the game to start....

...Yoongi and his team come out as the audience cheers. They lock eyes and Jimin waves with a smile to which Yoongi, well, he doesn’t really do anything....

...Jimin tries not to think about it too much but he can’t help it. It bothers him. Has he done something wrong?...

...Yoongi’s team loses and before Jimin can catch him Yoongi has already left in a strop. He tries to go back to the house to see him but his roommates advise him against it, in times like this it’s best to let him cool off apparently....

...Since Jimin’s knowledge of basketball is far from stellar Namjoon explains how the league works to him. They can still get into the finals and win even though they lost this game, it just makes it harder as now they have to win the rest of their games....

...Jimin: Are you okay?...

...Jimin: You did really well!...

...Jimin: It was a great game :)...

...Jimin: Yoongi?...

...Yoongi ❤️: what...

...Jimin: You were awesome, really....

...Yoongi ❤️: idk...

...Jimin: I know you guys will win the rest, especially with you as the captain!...

...Yoongi ❤️: i wouldnt place any bets...

...Jimin: I would, I have complete faith in you x...

...Yoongi ❤️: youre out of your mind...

...Yoongi ❤️: but thanks...

...Yoongi ❤️: x...

...The kiss on the end has Jimin’s heart soaring through the roof and over the weekend he keeps opening up his messaging app to look at it....

...Monday rolls around and Jimin even chose his outfit the night before thinking that he would see Yoongi but he doesn’t show....

...Jimin: Why weren’t you in class?...

...He sends the text when the class is dismissed and even an hour later when he is lounging in his bed trying to start a new book Yoongi still hasn’t responded....

...Jimin’s concerns are interrupted by a knock at his front door....

...“Oh hi” Jimin smiles as he opens his door to see Yoongi stood there, mint green hair as vibrant as ever, jacket sliding off of his shoulder. He doesn’t even say anything, his leg bouncing and his teeth gnawing at the inside of his mouth....

...“Yoongi what are you doing here?” Jimin asks and Yoongi looks him up and down....

...“Is your roommate home?” he finally says something....

...“No” he says and Yoongi smirks....

...“Good” he states and shoves Jimin backwards, stepping inside and slamming the door shut behind him....

...“Someone’s excited” Jimin says as Yoongi grabs his waist, pulling him close, eyes trailing over him hungrily....

...“I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you in the crowd on Friday” he confesses, pressing their foreheads together....

...“Really?” Jimin beams, putting his hands on the back of Yoongi’s neck....

...“Hell yeah”...

...“Wait so why weren’t you in class today?” he asks, searching Yoongi’s eyes....

...“Just stuff” he shrugs and Jimin pulls his hands away....

...“What stuff?” Jimin questions with a worried tone and a concerned look on his face....

...“It’s nothing” Yoongi brushes off and Jimin starts to bite his nails, still bothered by it....

...“We could talk about it” he suggests....

...“I don’t want to, I just want to be with you” Yoongi says and Jimin melts....

...“Yeah?” he has to check he is hearing it right....

...“Yeah” Yoongi nods softly, reaching out and gently slipping his fingers between Jimin’s....

...“Yeah?” he giggles, his fingers tightening around Yoongi’s....

...“Fuck yeah” he grins, yanking Jimin towards him and smashing their lips together. Jimin can’t stop himself from smiling, making it difficult for Yoongi to kiss him so he opts for kissing down his neck instead....

...Jimin grips his t-shirt, pulling him, they stagger backwards to the bed, Yoongi falling on top of Jimin as they both laugh. Jimin hooks his legs around Yoongi’s hips and sucks at his tongue, loving the feel of his piercing....

...“You’re obsessed with that fucking thing” Yoongi chuckles and Jimin nods with a smile. Yoongi sticks his tongue out and Jimin rubs over the metal with his thumb. His lips part with a small sigh as Yoongi closes his lips around Jimin’s thumb, swirling his tongue over it....

...Yoongi desperately tries to unbutton Jimin’s jeans and he reluctantly removes his thumb from his mouth to help him. Yoongi pulls his jeans and underwear down to just past his knees, dipping down to kiss his thighs as he pulls them all the way off as Jimin removes his own shirt....

...Jimin reaches under the bed and pulls out a shoebox, taking a bottle of lube out from it....

...“You have toys?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow and Jimin slams the lid on the shoebox, shoving it back under the bed....

...“N-no, they’re, um-” he gets all flustered and Yoongi kisses his cheek, now warm and pink....

...“You’re not as pure as everyone says baby” he says as Jimin focuses on taking Yoongi’s pants off. Whereas Yoongi has a bad reputation, Jimin is squeaky clean, so much so that one of the biggest debates on campus was whether or not he was a ******. Jimin doesn't take Yoongi's leather jacket off, he likes it too much, it's perfect for grabbing on....

...As Yoongi warms up the lube between his fingers Jimin flips over onto his elbows, pushing his *** up....

...“God, you’re so…” Yoongi trails off, pressing a couple of kisses into the soft skin of his ***. He taunts Jimin’s hole with his fingertip, lightly circling it until Jimin can’t stop himself from pushing back, silently pleading....

...Yoongi pushes his first digit in. He is being a lot more thoughtful about preparing Jimin this time which Jimin is extremely grateful for because last time was all fun and games until his *** was killing him the next morning....

...“I’m okay now” Jimin promises as Yoongi adds a third finger. Jimin waits patiently as Yoongi rolls the condom on and lines himself up with Jimin....

...“Ready baby?” he purrs, just pushing the head of his cock in and Jimin lets out a shaky exhale. The second that he nods Yoongi thrusts as deep as he can, making Jimin grip onto his pillow with a high-pitched moan....

...The harder Yoongi ruts the tighter Jimin grips onto his pillow, if Yoongi’s tip bumps into his prostate one more time his fingernails are going to tear right through his pillowcase. The pillow muffles his gorgeous noises, much to Yoongi’s disappointment....

...“Louder baby, I want all your neighbours to hear how good I **** you” he orders, his hand running up and over his ***....

...“I can’t be too loud” he protests and Yoongi takes it as a challenge. He pulls his member almost all the way out then slams back into him as hard as he can and Jimin practically screams....

...“What was that?” Yoongi taunts smugly....

...“God you’re so bad” Jimin can’t help but smile....

...Jimin loves him....

...Jimin loves him so much....

...He doesn’t want to, it’s not a smart move but we’re talking about his heart not his head and his heart has already chosen him....

...He can’t lose him, he has to up his game....

...You’re sweet but I like it rough...

...You’re vocal, he likes that...

...If you start he won’t ask you to stop...

...If Jimin wants Yoongi he is going to have to work for it....

...Jimin moves from resting on his elbows, clambering to his hands and pulling off of Yoongi, confusing the hell out of him. When Yoongi’s hands reach out after him Jimin swats them away, turning around and shoving him down onto his back. Now that Yoongi is lying down he climbs on top of him, straddling him and getting lube all over his abdomen....

...“Woah Jimin” he says, rather startled by the switch in position....

...“Shut up” he snaps and instantly goes to work. He dips down, hiking Yoongi's t-shirt up, wrapping his lips around Yoongi’s ****** and immediately Yoongi arches his back. Licking and sucking at his ******, teasing it between his teeth which makes Yoongi let out a full-on moan, the sound of it spurring Jimin on. He’s never really been a fan of ****** play himself but if it gets this kind of reaction out of Yoongi he might be missing out....

...It’s funny how looks are so deceiving. From Yoongi’s leather jacket and permanent scowl you would never guess that, if you know what you’re doing, he will moan like a slut....

...“Do you want to be back inside me?” Jimin murmurs into his pec and Yoongi nods with a whine, his arm thrown over his face, covering the dark shade of pink it has turned. Jimin smiles to himself as he lifts his hips up, guiding Yoongi back into him....

...Straight away he is doing the absolute most, rolling his hips, bouncing so hard the bed is shaking and they are both sweating....

...Jimin has already been too loud, what is the harm now?...

...He begins moaning up a storm, just how he knows Yoongi likes. He leans down as far as he can go, his mouth reaching Yoongi’s ear and moans, long and sinful, feeling Yoongi dig the pads of his fingers deeper in Jimin’s skin....

...“Yoongi” he whines loudly, tightening his hole as he does and Yoongi can only let out a strangled noise, “fuck you’re so good” he pants and Yoongi groans at his words. Jimin never swears and the way he pronounces the words, in his Busan accent has Yoongi looking at him as if he makes the world go round....

...Jimin sucks on his neck, definitely hard enough to leave a few marks and pinches at his nipples, applying pressure with his thumbs and index fingers....

...As they both grow closer to their climax Yoongi starts to get back into the game, thrusting up into Jimin....

...In the heat of it all Jimin’s hands slide up from his nipples to his shoulders and Yoongi instantly whines and pushes them back down. Jimin tries to focus but he’s struggling, the pleasure is mind-blowing. The noises Yoongi makes when Jimin twists his nipples makes him wonder if he could get him to *** from that alone, he’s so sensitive, so ruined by Jimin’s touch and he adores it....

...Yoongi orgasms and the look on his face sends Jimin over the edge as he cums over Yoongi’s stomach....

...“Oh god Jimin, I love y-” Yoongi almost confesses breathlessly and in the midst of his high Jimin almost doesn’t catch it....

...“What?” he gasps and Yoongi’s eyes fill with panic. Jimin struggles to catch his breath as Yoongi pushes him away from him, getting up off of the bed. Jimin stares wide-eyed at Yoongi, his heart racing as Yoongi does up his jeans, not saying a word....

...A good minute or two goes by and they are still in silence, Yoongi tying the laces on his shoes, Jimin shaking slightly from the adrenaline....

...“Yoongi?” he whispers and still gets nothing from him....

...“H-hey” he calls out as it looks like Yoongi is about to go for the door, “do you want to hang out tomorrow or something?” he mumbles, kneeling on the bed....

...“No” Yoongi states bluntly, looking down at the floor....

...“Oh I-” Jimin starts fiddling with his bedsheets....

...“What? Because we **** sometimes that I’ve got to take you for coffee everyday?” he mutters, reaching for the door handle....

...“No, I just thought-” he tries to continue shyly and Yoongi suddenly turns to face him....

...“What did you think?” he snaps, scaring Jimin, “that I was going to take you home to my mother? You’re not my boyfriend Jimin, just there if I want you” he spits and it triggers a sharp pain in Jimin’s heart....

...“Get out” Jimin hisses, managing to keep a stern look on his face until the door slams shut and then he breaks. Crashing into his bed and pulling the covers over his head, clinging onto his pillow once again but now he is sobbing into it....

...When he can’t possibly cry anymore he drags himself out of bed, throws on a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that he would usually wear to bed and traipses outside....

...It’s freezing, he should’ve brought a jacket or something but he wasn’t thinking clearly so he has to settle for hugging his arms around himself. He just had to get out, sitting in that tiny room was going to do him no favours as he replayed the series of events in his mind....

...He walks across the campus, his cheeks slightly tacky from where the cold wind has begun to dry his tears....

...As he walks past the gym hall where Yoongi plays his basketball games he notices that the door is open, the light from the court bursting out into the night sky. Jimin steps closer, now he can see in slightly, remembering the times he has sat in that very building…...

...Jimin is startled left and right by his fellow students yelling and hollering as they all pile into the gymnasium. He doesn’t want to seem too eager and sit in the front row because Yoongi might find that a bit strange so he sits a couple of rows back. He waits patiently for the game to begin, good posture and his hands sat neatly in his lap....

...Booing echoes around the hall as the opposing team come out first and then cheering mixed with screaming and even a few wolf whistles fill his ears when the home team comes out....

...Yoongi is one of the last to come out, his mint hair an interesting colour clash with the school’s red basketball kit. Jimin grins and claps as Yoongi strolls past where he is sat and when he spots him Yoongi gives him a wink....

...A fucking wink....

...That wink can’t have been for him....

...Can it?...

...“Isn’t he?” a female voice says and Jimin looks around for the source. Suddenly Naeyeon is sat beside him and he has no idea when she got there but here she is in her cheerleading uniform....

...“Huh?”...

...“I’m Naeyeon” she extends her hand and Jimin shakes it....

...“Yeah, we have sociology together” he reminds her and she nods. Honestly he is a little disappointed that she didn’t connect the dots as it wasn’t that long ago he witnessed her and Yoongi’s cringeworthy encounter during class. He would have at least thought she would remember him as ‘the one who sits with Yoongi’ if nothing else....

...“He’s cute isn’t he?” she says wistfully, nodding towards Yoongi in the center of the court....

...“Oh I don’t know about that” Jimin mumbles, getting flustered and almost going as red as Yoongi’s jersey....

...“There is nothing more dangerous that a boy with charm” she states....

...Jimin never really understood what she meant before, but now he does....