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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook's_Parents, Park_Jimin_
      (BTS)'s_Parents
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      Will_add_characters_as_story_progresses, Growing_Up_Together, Childhood
      Friends, Falling_In_Love, First_Time, First_Kiss, First_Love, AU, It_says
      underage_but_it's_when_guk_is_16_and_chim_is_18, So_it's_not_severely
      underage, But_for_the_sake_of_the_story_they're_underage, Because_the
      story_is_about_being_each_other's_firsts_and_lasts, and_experimenting, so
      don't_let_that_turn_you_off_from_reading_it, Happy_Ending, minimal_angst,
      It's_going_to_be_pretty_mushy, gushy, and_squishy, Internalized
      Homophobia, like_a_whole_1_line_of_it, That's_it, Pining, brief_and_vague
      scenes_of_jk_jacking_it_when_he's_12, but_it's_only_to_set_the_discovery
      of_himself, and_sexuality, and_sexual_attraction, ok_well, jacking_it_to
      someone_who_doesn't_know_youre_jacking_it_to_them, mutual_masturbation
      sort_of_kind_of, Masturbation, Masturbation_in_Shower, Vibrators, Sex
      Toys, Sexual_Frustration, spicy_gay_feelings, jeongguk's_poor_teenage
      libido, rip_his_dick
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      Published: 2018-01-25 Updated: 2018-02-22 Chapters: 4/6 Words: 10844
****** firsts, lasts, and always ******
by chimchimboree
Summary
     In which Jeongguk and Jimin are childhood friends that grow up
     together, becoming each other's firsts, lasts, and always.
Notes
     This is my first BTS fic, so please be gentle!
     This will be a multi-chapter fic where each chapter contains a
     timeskip that chronicles important parts of Jeongguk and Jimin's
     growing up together, falling in love, first kisses, first times, and
     lasts.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Four and Six *****
 
“Alright, darling, don’t go past your knees in the water and make sure you
don’t go past the markers we talked about!” Said a young woman to her son as
she gestured to separate posts marking each path through the dunes before she
watched him toddle off.
Her child's name was Jeon Jeongguk, a boy of 4 years old who loved video games,
whose shell scavenging on the shores of his hometown’s beach had gone
interrupted by the sight of a boy he'd never seen before in his entire, albeit
quite short, life. He was by himself, sitting in the tidepools with a crooked-
tooth smile, raptly watching the way the water refracted the sun’s rays on the
sand below.
He could have hardly been more than a few years older; he was a short child,
smile stretching across his face, accentuating his full cheeks and turning his
eyes into nothing but arced slits with the barest bit of brown puppy eyes
peeking out. His skin was a honeyed tint, apples of his cheeks sunburnt the
lightest of pinks and he was the most beautiful person Jeongguk had ever seen.
Jeongguk had stood still, as Jimin hadn’t noticed him yet - but his world
halted just a bit, breath caught in his chest. He didn’t know why, he didn’t
really look that different from any other kids Jeongguk knew. He couldn’t put
his little finger on it; maybe it was the sunshine in his smile, or the warmth
in his eyes, or the fact that he was joy and all things good personified, but
his world changed in that moment. Jeongguk didn’t understand it, had never
known what there was in store for the two of them after this moment, that the
center of his universe would slowly change to be the boy before him, but
afterwards, nothing was the same, even if he was still too young to understand.
Jeongguk's self-reflecting and blatant staring was interrupted in that moment,
as the boy in question had turned his warm gaze to him upon noticing his
presence, and oh god, his legs were nearly shaking. He was never one to be too
outgoing, a quiet, shy kid, but something in him was compelled to wave back
when he offers a wave of his own. It’s apparently enough for the other boy to
register as the okay to approach, and Jeongguk readied himself for interacting
with this boy who he hadn't spoken a word to, but who made a strange feeling of
nausea and excitement grow in his tummy.
He walked with a waddle, his short legs sinking nearly knee deep as he did his
best to walk to Jeongguk in the dry, soft sand to where he was, searching for
shells near the dune. It was cute, even Jeongguk's four year old brain could
gather, but his dwelling upon the stranger’s adorable trek over to him was cut
short by his arrival.
He had to be older than him, but he was nearly just as short as Jeongguk was.
He had the chubbiest cheeks, the kindest brown eyes, and a smile with a crooked
tooth that could light the sky. Jeongguk took all this in without being able to
process some of it in his yet-to-be-fully-developed-brain before he spoke, his
voice soft and high.
“I’m Jimin! I saw you staring at me.” He said in a bright and bubbly tone, his
voice just a ray of sunshine as much as he was. Jimin didn’t seem accusatory,
which Jeongguk was thankful of, but he still blushed hard at the accusation
before fumbling to explain himself.
“I, uh, saw you playing in the tidepools. It looked fun.” Jeongguk's voice was
small, quiet, and shy, but he was trying his best to push away the trepidation
that came with meeting new people for this captivating little stranger. “I’m
Jeongguk.” He tacked on after a moment, having forgotten to introduce himself
under Jimin's curious gaze and the embarrassment of being caught.
“It was, I found a baby crab! You should come see!” And with all the tact a
young boy could possess, he grabbed Jeongguk’s wrist and began tugging him
along and back towards the tide pools from where he’d just been. Jeongguk found
himself stumbling along after him in the deep, powdery sand, but didn’t put up
any kind of fight despite the subtle discomfort sitting in his belly. He was
curious about both Jimin and the crab he spoke of, so he quickly kept up behind
him.
Lo and behold, a little white crab scuttled along the floor of the pool,
unbothered by the two young boys who gawked at him as they encroached upon the
water’s edge. Jeongguk’s mouth parted in muted shock, wide doe eyes fixating
upon the small creature and nearly forgetting all about the boy who’d tugged
him over until he spoke. Jeongguk turned to him and wondered how he could have
ever forgotten in the first place.
“See? My mom says to be gentle so he doesn’t pinch me, but I still pick him
up.” Jimin dropped his hand from Jeongguk’s wrist and proceeded to show him,
small, chubby hands cupping around the crab as he scooped a handful of water
and sand as well, bringing him up to Jeongguk to show.
“He’s just a baby, I think. I dunno, he’s small. Wanna hold him?” He offered,
but Jeongguk learned he didn’t have a choice before he began putting it in his
little hands with a bright smile. Jeongguk realized he wouldn’t have said no
either way to a smile like that.
Jeongguk tensed as soon as Jimin’s hands left his, still too young and unsure
to really know how to handle this crab to begin with. Hadn’t Jimin said his mom
told him not to get pinched? Would he get pinched?
His fear of pinching is what lead to the glorious blunder that soon followed,
at the slightest brush of the crab’s leg against his littlest finger, Jeongguk
tossed it into the air, crab landing safely back in the water as Jeongguk
landed harshly on his back.
Embarrassment burned across his cheeks as Jimin’s tinkling laughter sounded,
the bright smile on his face as he doubled over only doing just a little to
quell the mortification from his rather ridiculous display. Jeongguk couldn’t
help the smile that formed across his face as Jimin continued to bowl over in
hysteria. His loud, bright laughter caught the attention of both their mothers
from two separate spots on the beach, both offering similar smiles and words of
reminders to be careful.
Not long after were they made to part ways, but with insistence from both of
them, their mother’s promised to keep contact for the two. And they did.
Jeongguk would forever be grateful to their mothers that they did.
That day was one Jeongguk was sure to never forget, years down the line when he
was grown and aged, when he was old and gray, when he was gone. Jimin came into
his life, and he’d never leave it, no matter his physical presence in it. He
changed the anchor of his being, whatever tethered his existence. He was young,
he wouldn’t know this yet, or feel these things more clearly till it was later
on down the road, but Jeongguk was, is, and will always be sure of the day he
became Jimin’s.
***** Six and Eight *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm trying to update as often as I can! I hope you enjoy this
     chapter! Jeongguk is 9 and Jimin is 11 in this timeskip. I do
     elaborate a bit on the time passing in the past 5 years.
     There's a slight bit of internalized homophobia, which is quickly
     tossed aside by Jeongguk. He's been told boys don't feel this way
     about boys but how can something so good be bad? It's quickly cast
     aside, so worry not.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It’d been several years since the day Jeongguk met Jimin, two in fact, and
they’d both grown quite close in the meantime. Both of their mothers were kind,
arranging playdates, birthday invitations, even a trip to the zoo! That had to
be one of Jeongguk’s favorite memories; Jimin’s awestruck face at the playful
seals both hilarious and adorable to him. The seal, quite fond of children it
seemed, began chasing them through the glass and the two nearly exhausted
themselves running back and forth for the seal to follow. Both of their mothers
found it just as enjoyable as they did, happy to see their children so
ecstatic.
Jeongguk’s mother was especially supportive, her son having been a quiet,
reserved one who didn’t make friends easily. It’s not that he was a problem
child, it just wasn’t easy for an introverted child in an extroverted world. It
just didn’t make for easy friend making. Therefor, Jeongguk’s mother did
whatever she could to keep their friendship flourishing, in fact, the zoo trip
was entirely her idea! She even took them to a waterpark! Needless to say,
Jeongguk’s mother (as well as Jimin’s own, of course) played a critical role in
their friendship’s beginning and Jeongguk would eternally be grateful. Where
Jimin and he would be without her, he didn’t know. He’d never want to.
Jimin had started school a few years earlier than Jeongguk, which put the
damper on their playdates, (ugh, why did Jimin have to be gone most of the
week! They only had weekends now!) something that made Jeongguk entirely
displeased. For the first week and a half, he pouted, doe eyes constantly
retaining a state of pleading with a permanently jutted bottom lip. As much as
it pained her to disappoint her son with her inability to change the situation
that was school, he was absolutely adorable in his displeasure.
Thankfully, due to the passage of time and a few years growth, Jeongguk soon
started school (with Jimin!!!!). He was incredibly displeased by this new
development involving his attendance to a strange place for long hours, several
days a week. It was quite the adjustment going from constant time at home with
his mother, often times a sitter as well, to this building where a class of
several other children was headed by one woman, the teacher.
It took some adjusting, but he eventually became used to it, and enjoyed it a
bit. He found it quite fascinating how their writing system came to be, it was
so simplistic and straight-forward. Whichever symbol written would always sound
the way she said, no different. How a kind ruler was the one who completely
reformed reading and writing for the ease of everyone was, in Jeongguk’s own
words, super cool!
However, everything paled to learning that during recess, (apparently time for
the children to play and release all their pent up energy) he’d see Jimin.
Easily the best thing about school was once a day (instead of this weekend
nonsense) he’d see Jimin. They’d always immediately gravitate towards each
other beneath the jungle gym, talking, playing, doing whatever they please. It
didn’t matter what, just that it was them, and only them.
Years passed this way until Jeongguk was nine and Jimin eleven and things
started changing for Jeongguk. The most notable was the height he was gaining
on Jimin, in fact, he was two centimeters taller now. Even though Jimin was
rapidly growing as well, he still remained small and compact in comparison to
the lanky armed, noodle limbed awkwardness that was Jeongguk.
None of these things mattered to him, change was change, and while it was
strange and uncomfortable, it happened. The only change that mattered to him
was this new, strange blossoming feeling in his chest whenever Jimin was
around.
When they were together, it was a soft, pleasant feeling in his chest, a tad
nervousness in his tummy, and sunshine in his heart. When they played, it
intensified, fixating a permanent smile on his face, earning the comparison of
a bunny thanks to Jimin himself. But when they held hands, oh, when they held
hands, Jeongguk soared. His heart fluttered, his tummy twisted in knots, the
sunshine turned into the most bright, beautiful summer day. He wasn’t sure how
to put this into words himself, but all he knew is he felt everything that
Jimin was.
He knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this holding hands with a boy.
Handholding was normal between anyone really, at least he’d seen so, but as far
as he’d learned, these feelings weren’t. He tried to squash them, he really
did, but they wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried, so he stopped. How
could something that felt so wonderful, scary, amazing, and beautiful be wrong?
He didn’t know. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t think he
could care no matter how hard he tried. So he didn’t.
He was young, this feeling was strong, strange, scary, and new. It was
wonderful, it was beautiful, it was Jimin.
God, Jimin. Oh, how lovely he’d become, how lovely he’d always been. He held
sunshine in his eyes and happiness in his soul; he was beautiful, he was kind,
he was Jeongguk’s best friend. He was sweet, his love was endless, encompassing
those he cared for, and Jeongguk the absolute most.
Jeongguk wanted to hold his hand, to always be with him, to protect him from
all the bad things in the world, for Jimin to always keep that sunshine inside
of him bright and beautiful.
Jeongguk didn’t know much. Math was hard, reading was okay but sometimes words
were big and hard to pronounce. The world outside of home without his mother,
or father, or baby sitter even, was scary, big, and new.
He knew he didn’t know much, but even so, there was one thing that he knew that
was absolute. Even if he was young, feelings were strange, and hard to put
words, he knew deep in his soul and he was sure of it completely.
He was in love with his best friend. He made Jeongguk’s heart soar with a
slight glance, made his soul light, soft, and joyous. Adults may say he’s too
young to know what love is, but Jeongguk thought different. He felt different.
He knew different.
He was in love with his best friend, Jimin. What else could this feeling be?
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed it! There will be more interaction in what's to
     come, this was just more self-reflective because Jeongguk's learning
     how he feels. Please comment and tell me what you think! :)
      
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***** Twelve and Fourteen *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this chapter is so late! I was violently ill and the chapter
     was a bit longer with more dialogue than the other's so it took a bit
     longer to write!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Years passed, leaving Jeongguk 12 and Jimin just shy of 14. The years were good
to them both, bond only growing tighter and stronger as time passed them by.
Uncomfortable changes started happening, hair growing in places it didn’t
before, things dangling lower in a way they definitely weren’t before.
The worst thing by far was the things his body started doing. Fuck, it felt
like the slightest of breezes were enough to stir up urges in him he definitely
didn’t want. The first time it happened, he cried, stumbling to his mother’s
office and stammering out his problems. Nothing but embarrassment followed, he
sat him down, placed a blanket in his lap, and did her best to tell him about
the changes his body was going through, the...urges he’d feel, what he had to
look forward to, what had already happened.
That all paled in comparison to the explanation she soon stumbled through,
having to explain in his father’s absence at work about what to do when it
happened. It was awkward for both of them, and Jungkook wished he’d never come
to her with his face streaked with tears, but what was done was done and he’d
learned in the vaguest of terms what to do. Touch it at night until something
came out and that was it. Cleaning up after himself was mandatory. He ran out
of her office with a burning red face that night.
He didn’t heed her advice until one night where it happened again, not going
away no matter how hard he tried to lay there, ignore it, and go to sleep. It
didn’t work, and he was forced to do something about it.
And he did.
He thought of Jimin.
It felt good. It felt great. His mind supplied him with images of his best
friend, his best friend that was going through changes of his own, his best
friend that puberty was carving into the most beautiful of young men. He was
14, just barely going through puberty himself, but Jeongguk saw it. His jaw
sharpened, he got a bit taller, his voice became deeper (which wasn’t saying
much considering how high his voice to begin with), he lost some baby fat and
began to gain muscles instead. He was growing more beautiful in a way that
Jeongguk never thought possible. How could Jimin change into anything better?
Wasn’t he already perfect?
Even though Jeongguk’s view of Jimin sounded like he was looking at him through
rose-colored lenses, he knew better. They fought like friends do, they both had
their own faults, and hurt each other sometimes. They cried together, in the
dark of their bedrooms, when Jimin’s insecurities got the best of him and
Jeongguk was to love and reassure him back into seeing how wrong the dark parts
of his mind were. When Jeongguk struggled with new people, or making friends
that weren’t Jimin, and the fallout when some of those didn’t pan out. Jimin
was perfect in his imperfection.
Which left Jeongguk feeling guilty, guilty, guilty. He’d had these thoughts
about his best friend without his knowledge, did these things with the thought
of Jimin. Not some girl, not even a cute boy in his math class, no, his best
friend. And it felt so good imagining it was Jimin’s hand instead.
He cleaned up with an unpleasant feeling in his stomach, clearing away the
evidence and tossing it into the trash on wobbly legs before climbing into bed
and vowing to never have what happened beneath his covers to exist outside of
the darkness of his bedroom, one of several things that never would over the
course of the years.
                                       ★
“Gguk. Gguk. Ggukkie!” Jimin’s high trill edged him out of his thoughts as they
walked home from a summer day at the beach, a day that was quite the fucking
struggle on Jeongguk’s part (minimal clothing, pubescent brain, clearly a
combination for fun times). Cheeks hot with shame of having been caught spacing
out on Jimin with thoughts he was still absolutely sure he at least shouldn’t
be having them about him while he’s around him. He couldn’t change what’d just
transpired, so rather than focus on it now, he turned his attention to Jimin.
“Yeah?” He’d play it off but he knew Jimin knew better than Jeongguk could ever
pretend, so he didn’t even try.
Jimin simply gave him an accusing look with a smile tugging at his lips.
“You’re still coming over tonight, right?” He asked him as if Jeongguk was
going to ever do anything but.
“Of course, it’s been years since we’ve done this religiously, today isn’t
going to be the day to suddenly drop it.” He earned Jimin sticking his tongue
out at him.
“Just making sure, it’s…” He stopped on the sidewalk homeward bound, thinking
before continuing his sentence. “...different this time.” His words caused
Jeongguk to halt as well, confused, and definitely a bit concerned with how
Jimin seemed almost troubled for a moment.
“It is?”
Jimin seemed to think for a moment, lips pursing, eyes downcast to the ground
below before stopping their trek home. “I have something I need to tell you.”
He stopped too, turning to look back at him with furrowed brows of concern.
“What is it?” He said with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
Jimin shifted but started walking with him again, Jeongguk right beside of him
as he seemed to be searching how to say what he needed to. “You’ve been aware
of how much dancing means to me and how much I’ve been practicing to do
something with it?” Jimin’s voice was soft, almost nervous.
“Only since always. Why?”
“As it turns out, I’m not going to go to our highschool, I got accepted to
Busan School of Arts. Top of the class. I’m going to study contemporary dance.”
His voice was still nervous, but Jeongguk could hear the underlying excitement
in his voice. He swallowed. “We’re...my parents and I are moving closer to the
inner city for me.
As much as it scared Jeongguk for Jimin to become even further removed from his
everyday life, he couldn’t exactly fault him for chasing his dreams, even if it
meant seeing him less than before. Even if the sick feeling in his stomach made
him terrified.
“...Jimin, that’s great. You just said how much this is something that means to
you, and I’ve seen you try forever for something like this. We...we’ll make
this work. We can still visit.” He offered a smile, shaky but sincere. “It’s
still Busan, right?”
“Right.”
                                       ★
After learning this, and knowing that their time together was going to be cut
even more, what, with Jimin’s impending high school-level homework piled on
him, going into an intense area of dancing at the top of his class, leaving,
was what made Jeongguk absolutely determined to make this summer something
special, something to last.
And it was. Jimin felt his soul leave his body the first drop from the ride at
the amusement park with an ecstatic Jeongguk beside him, and continuously
afterwards, but it was all okay with how happy it made Jeongguk and how happy
that made Jimin. Jeongguk’s heart twisted each time he’d look over, their eyes
meeting and smiles spreading across their faces as they fed off each other’s
happiness and the tiniest bit of fear.
The beach was permanently filled with many more memories that summer,
Jeongguk’s absolute favorite being the moment he almost kissed Jimin in the
most cheesy, picturesque kind of way. It was sunset, they sat in the dunes,
barefoot, toes curling in the sand as they sat shoulder to shoulder. He doesn’t
remember why they were laughing, but as they leaned close in their hunched over
giggles, he noticed something happen to them both. They tapered off, faces
close, brown eyes both lidded just a bit as they stared at each other, noses
brushing.
Jeongguk’s eyes fell to Jimin’s lips and he nearly went for it then, but both
afraid of these feelings they felt, their trepidation is what made their heads
tilt opposite at the same time, and instead cheeks brushed cheeks and he rested
his forehead on his shoulder. They were both just as relieved as disappointed.
Perhaps they were too scared and young still. Whatever it was, it was something
happy for Jeongguk, something reassuring that maybe Jeongguk wasn’t alone in
what he felt. Jimin definitely seemed to want Jeongguk to lean in just as much
as he did.
Their summer soon came to a close and it was now the night of their last
sleepover before Jimin moved, school started, and they were thrown in another
whirlwind of new things once more and having the task of still seeing the one
that mattered most as often as they could. They didn’t know how often they’d be
able to get together on weekends like this, with Jimin moving, and while it
wasn’t too far, it was far enough to make things difficult.
He’d learned things about Jimin’s new location over the summer the more Jimin
learned about it himself, adding to his list of worries about this new
challenge they’d face. It was a small trip, a several day rail pass would do,
but convincing his mother to allow him to leave for several days alone might be
different. She was always a bit protective over him ever since he was young and
had trouble socializing with other kids, wanting to provide help for him even
though she couldn’t really. She also knew that Jimin changed that for Jeongguk
and has remained since, so he was sure he could convince her.
Still, with schedules and all, Jeongguk still had a feeling of fear swimming in
his belly, but he didn’t voice it, didn’t want to add stress to Jimin when he
knew he was undoubtedly beneath plenty already. After all, he was going through
the most change where Jeongguk was only losing Jimin, and even then, he wasn’t
actually losing him. Jimin was going through the absolute worst of it and
Jeongguk wasn’t going to burden him with his own doubts.
Jeongguk’s house was the venue of the sleepover this time as Jimin’s was
completely bare, having arranged it so Jimin would be picked up at the Jeon’s
on the way out of town and towards their new house, all the true moving of the
furniture having been done today in Jimin’s absence. It was just the family
left to leave.
With such, Jeongguk’s parents graciously hosted him but in a way no different
from usual, aside from being a lot more lax as far as the rules about certain
things went. Junk food was aplenty, staying up as late as they pleased was
welcomed, all letting them have the best night they could possibly provide them
before Jimin was off.
And they had, and at the wee hours in the morning, nearing four in the morning,
they laid in Jeongguk’s bed. In the exhaustion and the earliest hours of the
morning, where time didn’t feel real and his bedroom felt detached from the
universe around them; in the liminal space that it became only when they stayed
up together past three, Jimin spoke his fears.
“I’m scared, Gukkie.” His voice was quiet, meek. As scared as he said he was.
Jeongguk’s arm slithered beneath him and around his shoulders, pulling him
tight into his side to provide whatever comfort Jimin needed right now.
“I know. I am too. But this is something you’re passionate about, something
you’ve worked hard for. Didn’t you say you were going in at the top of your
class?”
“Yeah.” Jimin’s voice sounded, muffled into his shoulder. Jeongguk’s heart
clenched.
“Just don’t think too hard about the entire situation and how new and scary it
is, but instead focus on the reason you’re doing this to begin with. Not ‘I’m
moving, everything’s new, it’s scary’ but what it’s doing for your dance, and
how far you can go with it. And how much you’re going to learn and improve. You
know, beyond how amazing you are anyway.” He said honestly, opening up at how
incredible he thought he was just as Jimin was opening up to him with how
scared he was.
Jimin was quiet for a moment, in thought.
“...Yeah. You’re right. You’re really smart, you don’t get enough credit
sometimes.” Jimin muttered into his shoulder.
“Well, I can’t be both the muscles and the brains of this friendship, I had to
leave something for you.” He murmured back, earning a snort and a gentle elbow
into his side.
“I’ll miss you.” His voice cracked at the end, and Jeongguk’s arm tightened
around him.
He took a deep, steadying breath. “I’ll miss you too.”
His eyes watered, threatening to spill, but he clenched them tight and held
Jimin close, turning to face him. Jimin moved, nestling his face in his chest
and holding him around the waist. Jeongguk’s hand came up, carding through the
back of Jimin’s hair as he felt the other’s breath even and deepen as the other
fell asleep. Only then did he allow himself to silently cry.
God, he’d loved him for years and he was moving. Yeah, it was still Busan, but
it wasn’t a stone’s throw from his house anymore, fuck, as far as he’d gathered
it was a train ride away. He didn’t know when he’d even be able to see him
next. When he’d settle in, when he’d be able to balance schoolwork, homework,
practice and whatnot enough for Jeongguk to see him. He doubted Jimin would be
able to do that enough for him to visit Jeongguk instead, so he could only hope
his parents would allow him to travel without them. After all, he’d have to
someday.
The biggest fear was that whatever thing he felt between them on that summer
evening on the dune’s would fizzle out and be replaced by something else,
someone else. He was afraid whatever he was sure he felt bloom between them
would wither and die with a new place, new people, without Jeongguk, without
anything to feed it but visits when they could. Not exactly the best way to
nurture growing feelings. He could only hope and pray that Jimin held onto
whatever he had that day as he fell asleep, tear tracks dried on his cheeks.
                                       ★
He was woken to the sound of his mother’s fist against his door, gently
knocking before cracking the door and speaking.
“Jimin, sweetie, your parents are a few minutes away. You might want to get up
and get your things together.”
It sent a chill down his spine and Jeongguk was awake immediately. His mother
shut the door with a quiet click and her sock clad feet pattered down the hall.
He swallowed, looking over to Jimin; Jimin, whose sleep-mussed hair and eyes
puffy from sleep sat endearingly, almost enough to coo at if it weren’t for the
fact that in minutes he’d be gone and everything would be left up to chance and
hoping again.
They moved wordlessly, fear and hesitation knotting up both of their stomachs
as they went about putting Jimin’s things away in the few bags he’d brought
with him until the whirr of a car’s engine pulled in their driveway and
Jeongguk felt the urge to vomit grow stronger. Oh god.
“Jimin sweetie! Your parents are here!” His mother calls. No, no, no, this was
becoming to real too fucking fast. No.
“I guess I have to g- ”
“Jimin, wait, no.” He blurted, voice desperate, the other halting and turning
in his spot.
Jeongguk stepped closer to him, silent, staring, Jimin staring back. He didn’t
know what he was planning to do, or if anything really, but he didn’t want him
to leave. He had to make him stop, if for a few seconds more. His mother’s
voice called out again.
“Jeongguk, what, I need t- ”
He doesn’t know what possessed him to grab his soft cheeks, pull him in, and
kiss his pillowy lips; maybe he wasn’t as awake as he thought he was, or maybe
it was just the desperation crawling up his spine, but whatever it was, it
couldn’t be undone now.
He kissed Jimin and Jimin kissed back.
It wasn’t perfect, it was rushed, desperate, teeth clicked at first, and
tongues were maybe a little too hurried but it was amazing and it was them.
Hands were clawing to hold on, clenching in the fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt as
he still held his face by the cheeks, kissing him deep and kissing him
desperate.
It was a hurried thirty seconds of rushed making out, but it was a half-minute
that changed Jeongguk’s life until his mother’s voice forced them to part, lips
swollen and kiss-red. Panting, hot breaths filling the small space between
them, lidded gazes looking at each other.
“Jimin!”
They seperated, cheeks scarlet. “I need to go but- “ Jimin left another kiss on
his lips. “Bye Jeonggukkie.” And he was gone, leaving a dumbstruck Jeongguk
holding a hand to his lips and deep seated confusion in his mind.
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a comment! I'll be posting a new
     chapter soon!
***** Sixteen and Eighteen *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Jeongguk and Jimin are sixteen and eighteen and their
     relationship continues to progress.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took so long, I had writers block, and this is easily 5
     times the size of previous chapters. I hope it's big enough and
     SaucyTM to make up for it. It should have one more chapter and an
     epilogue, so stay tuned! :)
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They didn’t talk about it.
Over the next several years, they never spoke about it, even as it happened
again, and again, and again, they didn’t talk about it.
Perhaps it was because they were still stupid young boys, or that each time it
happened in the middle of the night, the liminal space of the bedroom where
things could happen and secrets could be whispered that only the night would
know. By morning, it didn’t feel real, like their time together at night was
separate from reality, like those gas stations in the early hours of the
morning on some hardly-traveled backroad, where universes’ edges faded into
each other and reality was questionable.
They just didn’t speak of it.
Just because they didn’t speak of it didn’t mean they didn’t do it. In fact, as
time passed, hormones surged, and they grew older, they did it even more. The
first few times were hesitant, tender, open-mouthed and curious. Hands were
shy, hesitantly touching the other as they figured each other out until they
grew comfortable enough to lazily make out in the bed, lying facing one another
until they parted, kiss swollen lips pulled into smiles as they fell asleep.
As they grew older, became more experienced with each other and what they
liked, it became more heated, frantic kisses, tongues tangling, hands wandering
lower, grabbing, touching, soft groans passed between them as Jimin would
scramble to get into Jeongguk’s lap. Jeongguk would grab two handfuls of
Jimin’s ass and pull him close, both hardening in their pajama pants as things
kept escalating.
Which found them, at the ages of 15 and 17, with their hands wrapped around
their cocks, both lengths pressed together with Jeongguk’s wispy hand and
Jimin’s chubby fingers working them both to release; hot, muffled groans
breathed into the skin of each other’s necks as they came. Jeongguk would watch
as Jimin licked it all away with a groan, they’d tuck themselves away and they
wouldn’t talk about it come morning.
One night at 16 and just shy of 18 found Jimin on his knees. It was
experimental at first, simply Jimin mouthing those fucking lips up and down the
straining length of his cock, kitten licks at the tip, and gentle sucking down
the side. Jimin popped the head into his mouth and Jeongguk lost his fucking
mind.
Jeongguk’s fingers weaved themselves in the dark locks of his hair, head
falling back as a groan struggled it’s way out of his throat. His hips rolled
languidly, only thrusting a few centimeters in each time, Jimin sucking his
cock for all he was worth until he came down his throat. He could’ve come again
at the debauched look Jimin sported as he swallowed his cum.
They still didn’t talk about it.
                                       ★
At 16 and 18 found Jeongguk at Jimin’s high school graduation. He could cry
with how happy he was for him, watching him perform on stage with the rest of
the best of his graduating class. He was fucking ethereal, the performance was
tailored around him as he was the top student. Jeongguk wouldn’t have been able
to tell you how many others there were or if they were dancing fucking dogs for
all he knew, Jimin was all he saw.
The ceremony soon followed, Jeongguk cheering the loudest and earning several
side-eyes and judgemental looks, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck. His best
friend was up there, graduating, top dance student of his class, was making
something of himself, and Jeongguk was proud beyond belief.
As soon as the ceremony was over, Jeongguk left where he’d sat with his family
to urgently find him, weaving in and out of flocks of families gathering around
their own graduates until he saw a short, familiar head.
He made to approach him, but Jimin caught his eye and waved him away with a
frantic look. Only then did he notice the the woman towering over him and
engrossed in conversation with Jimin. He didn’t know what was happening, but he
did backtrack in order to shoo Jimin’s and his own family away from him as
well.
“I don’t know what’s happening, but he was talking to someone important looking
and waved me away. Just wait, he’ll find us when he’s done.” He explained.
It was tense between the families but in the best of way, the air charged with
the positive energy and warmth from Jimin’s success and those who were proud of
him. Jeongguk shifted foot to foot in anxious energy as he waited for his best
friend’s arrival.
An agonizing 30 minutes later, he finally appeared, cheeks round with the smile
spreading across his face as he rushed over to meet them all.
“I know most people have gone, and you had to wait, but someone from a dance
company in Seoul approached me and asked me if I’d audition and she said it was
mostly a formality and my chances of getting in are pretty high.” His voice
trailed at the into a higher pitch and Jimin’s mother was the first to tackle
him into a hug.
“Oh Jimin, that’s great, sweetie!” She shouted into his collarbone, the woman
somehow shorter than Jimin himself.
Jeongguk and the rest of the Jeon’s stood off to the side as his family had
first dibs in the celebration. They would be having a sleepover just like
always, so he wasn’t missing out on any time, plus, all his extended relatives
were here.
The rest of the Jeons bid them goodbye as there weren’t many restaurants
anywhere really for a party of 20+ people, not including the five Jeons. He
stayed behind, sticking with the Parks until they finished talking and
congratulating, a rather lengthy process it seemed.
He joined the remaining Parks for dinner, sticking at Jimin’s side as a mostly
silent friend as the family gave him gifts, money, wishes of luck, all he’d be
needed as a fresh graduate, ready to take on the world. Jeongguk knows Jimin’s
not exactly ready to take on the world, but auditioning for this dance company
was a great start towards Jimin’s dream, and the money and gifts would
definitely help for Jimin’s move to Seoul were he to get the position.
Every time he’d catch his eye, though, he’d smile at him, rubbing his back
encouragingly until Jimin couldn’t hold his gaze anymore and would tear away
with a flush before scanning the room to see if anyone caught the charged
tension between them. No one did, but neither of them could figure out how. To
them, it was the most prevalent thing in the room.
Dinner was lovely, but both were eager to get to the Park’s residence and
relax, the day having been long, and socially exhausting, and Jeongguk and
Jimin just wanted time to themselves. Family was wonderful and all, but
sometimes, relaxing with his best friend was what he really needed.
“I can’t believe you two are still having sleepovers! You remember the rules,
have fun!” His mother saw them off, and up the stairs they traipsed, sock-clad
feet padding tiredly up the steps. They dropped their things at the door and
flopped in tandem on the bed. “I can’t believe you graduated high school. That
performance was incredible.” It was honestly putting it lightly. Jeongguk had
been absolutely mesmerised. Jimin was truly special, and Jimin was his best
friend. Jimin spent his time on him, Jimin touched and let him touch him. He
didn’t know what Jimin felt for him, but he let Jeongguk love him.
“I don’t want to seem conceited, but yeah. It felt amazing. I felt amazing.” He
smiled in the light of the dimly lit lamp. He looked angelic, otherworldly,
ethereal. All the cheesy adjectives, Jimin embodied them. Jeongguk’s chest
clenched, the urge to reach out and touch strong, but he held himself back. He
knew the routine by now, it was too early for that weird, liminal feeling to
take hold and allow them to touch to their heart’s content.
“You still planning on staying a few days?” Jimin spoke before standing,
rummaging through his dresser before tossing an oversized shirt and oversized
pajama pants Jeongguk’s way, the same pair reserved just for him as for the
last few years.
“Of course. It’s a special occasion, I’ve packed for days, my parents know,
I’ve got money, we’re all good to go.” He shoots a thumbs up from where he
lays.
All of the casual talk went out the window as soon as they began changing,
Jeongguk trying his best to keep up the same demeanor of casually changing in
front of the other as they’d been doing for years. Unfortunately, that went to
shit the moment Jimin took his cock into those pretty lips months ago, and he
couldn’t help but look at his glorious backside as he changed into his pajamas.
He’d never hated it more than at this moment knowing that Jimin slept with just
his pants and shirt. No underwear, making the transition fucking agony for
Jeongguk.
God, what a fucking bombshell. Thank fuck he could get an eyeful while the
other was turned, averting his gaze as he continued dressing himself and Jimin
turned around and flopped back in his bed. Unbeknownst to Jeongguk, Jimin was
using that moment to get his own eyeful, swiping his tongue across his lower
lip before averting his own gaze as Jeongguk turned back around, flopping next
to him, and spreading out all his long limbed glory.
“Gguk, you’re fucking enormous, scoot over.” Jimin’s small hands shoved at his
side until Jeongguk shimmied across the mattress and to the farthest side,
Jimin slithering into the space he’d given him.
“As much as I’d love to stay up, you know it’s been a long day for me, I’m
exhausted, so let’s just go to sleep and we’ll do whatever we want tomorrow,
yeah?” Jimin said in a sleepy voice, though the question was entirely
rhetorical as he soon rolled over, back to Jeongguk as he let himself drift to
sleep. Jeongguk, heart swelling at the endearing display, pulled the cover over
them both and let himself drift off as well.
                                       ★
By the grace of the universe, Jeongguk did not wake up with an erection despite
waking up spooning Jimin like he feared he would, and he was thankful. He could
feel every curve of his ass against his (thankfully flacid) cock through their
thin pants, and he’s surprised he didn’t wake up dry humpi-
Jeongguk cut that train of thought off immediately the moment he felt his dick
give an interested twitch. No. He’d managed to wake up without his dick hard by
the grace of god, he wasn’t going to ruin this now with just half a second of
thought of Jimin’s ass. God, he was really desperate, wasn’t he, a few moments
of fantasizing and his dick was already reacting. Thankfully, it stopped at a
twitch, but still. He felt that was pretty pathetic.
Jimin, having woken up moments after Jeongguk, had felt everything. He was
struggling himself, feeling the length of Jeongguk’s dick nestled in the crack
of his ass, doing his damnedest not to let himself react, but god was it hard
not to make a sound or move back against him when he felt it (rather violently,
in his opinion) twitch against him. Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to feel
that same thing inside of him. Wanted to feel it twitch deep within him as
Jeongguk tried to hold himself back.
He wasn’t allowed to think about this any more as he felt Jeongguk stirring
behind him, hearing a tired grumble as he felt him stir. He didn’t have a
problem keeping himself from getting aroused due to the fact that he was just
too goddamn groggy in the mornings for his body to ever attempt arousal.
Nothing was arousing about praying for a swift, merciful death as his body
slowly adjusted to the waking world.
Trying to internalize such a blatant desire crawling inside him was hard, the
rest of the daylight hours a struggle since Jimin wanted to keep these feelings
squashed down and the relationship between them the same dynamic it has always
had been. Just best friends who only ever tested the boundaries of their
relationship in the darkest hours and leaving those experiences and feelings
there.
Neither of them really ever did, but again, neither of them knew.
The most difficult part about it all was how much he loved being with him. When
they headed to the innermost parts of Busan with Jeongguk for the day, the time
they had together was so absolutely incredible that it was hard to contain the
overwhelming feelings that bubbled to the surface as they fought to win at the
air-hockey table at the rinky dink arcade. Even as Jimin howled with laughter
after accidentally launching the puck directly into Jeongguk’s crotch,
stumbling over, weak with laughter to check on him.
“Stop laughing, you’ve made me go sterile now.” Tears were flowing. “Suck my
dick, oh my god.” He said, clutching his wounded package gently.
“If it’ll make you feel better.” Jimin punctuated his statement with a wink
before realizing what he’d said. Oops.
The air between them was charged, electric with tension. Their eyes lidded,
Jimin subconsciously licked his lip and bit the lower between his teeth, they
appraised each other for a moment, they both very nearly went for it, but as
always, someone chickened out at the last moment, that someone this time being
Jeongguk, brushing the comment off by sticking his tongue out at him and
getting to his feet. “You’ve maimed me.” And they snapped out of it,
embarrassment and regret in their eyes as they tried to continue their day as
if nothing happened.
The air continued to feel thick with the tension that sprung up between the two
the rest of the day, becoming absolutely unbearable for Jimin by the time they
arrived home. He needed a break, the heat crawling up his spine around Jeongguk
just a tad too much for him to continue to subject himself to it without at
least a break to shove down the feelings and recollect himself. And with that,
he took an out and headed to the shower the moment they got home, frantically
gathering things from his room, clutching the pile to his chest as he bolted to
the bathroom. The house rattled with the slam of the door, lock twisting shut.
Jeongguk was confused, but didn’t push, deciding to let Jimin work whatever it
was out of his system with a relaxing hot shower while he lounged about in his
room to wait his turn.
As soon as the door closed, he let out a long, tired sigh, slumping against the
door before looking angrily down at his crotch, his cock half-hard beneath the
layer of denim that thankfully concealed any sign of an erection. It was pure
luck he had gotten home when he had, the denim surely would have trouble
concealing him if he was fully erect. Jeans can only do so much, and these were
so worn out that his dick wouldn’t have a chance.
He quit lamenting, shedding his clothes quickly before starting the shower,
water piping hot. His dick was still painfully hard and he knew from the hours
of frustration that was being around Jeongguk that it was absolutely not going
to go away, especially when he had to go back out there to Jeongguk himself.
He was a man of preparation though, and having his own bathroom gave him plenty
of opportunities to stash things away for situations like this. Making
absolutely sure that the door was locked, he opened the bottom-most drawer
beneath the counter, beneath a rag, where a waterproof vibrator lie along with
a half-empty bottle of lube. He knew getting off with Jeongguk in the next room
over was risky, but if he turned the shower on high, he could likely drown out
the sounds of it whirring. He could only hope his moans would be soft enough
not to be heard.
He grabbed the items in question, clutching them close in a bit of guilt and
shame before slipping into the shower and under the hot spray and shutting the
door, towel draped over it so no one could see what he was up to through the
mostly opaque, textured glass. He was already ashamed enough to be doing this
with the thought of his friend in mind while said friend was in the other room,
let alone getting caught while doing it.
He didn’t waste a moment, not wanting to seem suspicious in the lengthiness of
his shower were he to take his time. While Jeongguk laid in the room beside
him, his two lesser years of experience in puberty being what breaks his
resolve into palming his straining cock through the fabric of his pajamas as he
listened out for the shower’s spray, Jimin slipped the first lube-slickened
finger inside of himself. They both made themselves as quiet as they could be
in fear of alerting the other to their salacious activities while having no
clue they were doing the same goddamn thing; touching themselves to the thought
of the other while having the same nagging fear of what would happen if the
other found out.
While Jeongguk continued palming himself through the quickly dampening fabric
of his pants, Jimin teased the rim of his entrance, once, twice, three times
before slipping the second finger in alongside of the others. While his fingers
may not reach far, they were a bit chubby, giving him a slight stretched that
burned in such a good fucking way that he couldn’t help the soft whine that
slipped out of his lips. Jeongguk answered back with a soft huff of his own,
thought he was still thoroughly convinced it was a product of his own fantasies
as he continued stroking his cock in Jimin’s own bed.
Jimin continued pumping his fingers letting them gently writhe inside of him
before pressing a third, final finger that’d be enough for him to slip the toy
inside of him. Another whimper slipped from him and Jeongguk gripped his cock,
pulling it from the hole to stroke it slowly as he continued listening out as
he pressed his ear against the wall that separated him from the shower just in
case those sounds weren’t a figment of Jeongguk’s imagination and Jimin was
really in there getting himself off. God. His cock twitched in his hands just
thinking about it, forcing him to bite back a groan.
Jimin freed his fingers, slicking the toy up with a generous amount of lube
before slowly slipping it inside of himself with a soft whimper. Jeongguk had
to take a deep breath and stop mid-stroke to keep from cumming.
That was nothing compared to the way his balls tightened upon hearing a gentle
flick and a soft telltale sound of a low hum. Oh fuck. Oh god. Jimin was
fucking himself open with a vibrator, wasn’t he?
The soft whine slipping out from bitten lips was what let him know he was
right, and with a deep groan of his own, perhaps a bit loud, he began stroking
his cock again desperately. Too busy in his own head with the image of Jeongguk
pressing him back against the wall while he pumped the deliciously buzzing toy
deep inside, Jimin didn’t hear a thing that Jeongguk was doing but god did
Jeongguk. Straining to hear him over the patter of the shower’s water, every
moan or whimper that was loud enough for Jeongguk to hear just added to his
desperation, precum leaking from the tip of his dick like an open faucet,
twitching in his grip as he fought to keep from cumming. Just a little more of
Jimin’s whimpers, a few more seconds.
He didn’t have a choice because as soon as Jimin flicked the switch a level
higher and pressed the vibrating head against his prostate, a dirty, desperate
whine leaving his lips, and Jeongguk was gone, biting his lip bloody as he came
in thick spurts into his hand and across his bare, twitching stomach. He
contained the deep groan somehow, only letting out the quietest of keens as he
stroked his twitching length through orgasm, milking it to every last drop, the
pathetically large amount of cum gathering in the dips of his abdomen and navel
only growing until with one last spurt and a vicious twitch, he was spent, cock
going flacid as tremors continued wracking his body. He shook, eyes clothed,
breathing deep, brow beaded with sweat and mind entirely blank.
He quickly let go of his softening dick, the intense orgasm making his entire
body sensitive, especially his length, and made quick work of the mess he’d
released with a tissue from a conveniently placed box (Jimin wasn’t slick)
before rustling through his trashcan so he could successfully hide his sullied
tissue near the bottom and avoid anyone seeing a wad of tissues fresh full of
spunk and start asking questions and making assumptions.
Sweat dabbed away and looking mostly as he’d been left, Jeongguk resumed his
spot on Jimin’s bed, and unable to help himself despite being so absolutely
spent, he listened out for more. It’s not like he couldn’t log this away in his
brain in the spank bank for later use.
Whispered moans and quiet whines left Jimin’s lips still as he continued
pumping the toy into himself, long having abandoned taking things slow and
steady in favor of going faster to rid himself of all the sexual frustration
that had plagued him most of the day. With the angled head of the vibrator
pressing into his prostate every stroke, he found it difficult to keep himself
silent, and though as quiet as he thought was sufficient, it still wasn’t quiet
enough, Jeongguk hearing nearly every sound that was above a hushed breath. His
high voice carried more than he thought it would.
His cock twitched, balls drawing up as he felt the slow beginnings of his body
building towards something, prompting him to use a finger to flick the switch
up two notches, thinking he was well into this enough he could take it with
little problem.
Or not.
The issue wasn’t he couldn’t handle it, on the contrary, it felt fucking
amazing, his entrance clenching hard around the toy like it wanted to pull it
even more inside himself and keep it there. The issue was being quiet, which
for the first few seconds after the uptick in intensity, Jimin was most
definitely not. His head fell back with a hollow thump, a groan from deep in
his chest bursting forth before he could force it back down, followed by a
shaky moan. Jeongguk’s cock twitched at the sound despite being so utterly
spent, but god, Jimin was just too fucking much and Jeongguk was in way too
fucking deep.
Save for the low hum of the vibration, the sounds he made were abruptly cut off
as he realized how loud he was, trying to wrack his fear-ridden brain on a way
to cover it up. With a quick knock of a shampoo bottle followed by the
conditioner to the bottom of the tub with a loud clatter, he quickly spoke up
to alleviate what he assumed would be Jeongguk’s worries from the concerning
crash. “I slipped, sorry! I’m okay, though.” His voice wavered but he hoped
Jeongguk could make his own assumptions and attribute it to being a tad shaken
up by taking a slippery fall.
Jeongguk, having heard every single thing, snorted as he couldn’t help the
smirk that quirked at the corner of his lips, immediately seeing through his
thinly-veiled lie and knowing the truth hidden behind it. However, not wanting
to have been caught listening to Jimin, and figuring he could preserve Jimin’s
dignity as well, he cleared his throat and replied.
“Be careful, I don’t want to go to the emergency room before I’ve had dinner.”
He answered back, tone joking, light, and casual enough Jimin wouldn’t question
anything and live life assuming he wasn’t listening intently to him
masturbating. Except maybe on his deathbed one day. It was doubtful.
Jimin soon continued as he was, the soft sounds starting up again as the
vibration went up a tick. God. Jeongguk bit his lip to keep from groaning,
Jimin was just so unbearably fucking hot. His whimpers, his moans, his whines.
His body, his ass, his thighs, his lips. Emotions aside, Jimin was nearly too
goddamn much to handle. He couldn’t believe what was happening, that he was
witnessing it, and fuck; that Jimin didn’t have men, women, and others alike
falling all over him. He was unreal. Gorgeous. Perfect. Absolutely sex
incarnate. He could go on and on and on and still not grasp the entire
situation of him being blessed with Jimin getting off the next room over.
The shower felt cold against his hot skin as he picked up his pace, pressing
the head into his prostate, the toy at its highest frequency, his orgasm
rearing up to crash into him like a wayward locomotive. No longer interested in
staving it off for a better end result, he gently touched his cock, just
rubbing around the head with his thumb in just the way he liked as he jammed
the tip into his prostate and he was gone.
He came in ropes on the floor of the shower and down the length of his cock,
insides fluttering wildly around the toy inside of him; his sounds staccato and
light, airy whimpers straining against his lips with the need to be released.
He couldn’t moan as loud as he wanted to, so he held it in, legs shuddering,
eyes fluttering, heart stuttering. His back was arched taut, his body frozen a
moment before he let out one more dribble and one more deep groan before his
tensed muscles turned to jelly and he struggled to hold himself up.
Jeongguk’s eyes fluttered closed as he listened to Jimin cum, his cock
pathetically twitching in his pants as he filed this away too for later use
when he’s laying at home with a hard dick and an empty bed.
Jimin managed to finish up the rest of his shower rather quickly, washing his
too sensitive skin before turning the shower off and stepping out on shaky
fawn’s legs. He splashed cold water in his face an an attempt to quell the
heat-red blush on the apples of his cheeks before tossing on new pajama pants
and a t-shirt from a gas station out of town from decades ago. Matching pajamas
were for suckers.
He brushed a nervous, shuddering hand through his hair before placing the toy
in the bottom drawer, draping a towel over it before shutting it with a quiet
click. He opened the door, leaving the room to head down the hall with focused
steps to make sure he didn’t stumble on his admittedly slightly sore ass and
embarrass himself.
The click wasn’t quiet enough.
He walked in, eyes anywhere but Jeongguk before rummaging through his dresser
for a pair of pants and a shirt that Jeongguk could bum off of him for the
night. Jeongguk didn’t fail to notice how his legs shook but he did fail to
take his eyes off of them.
He tore them away eventually, figuring he could continue to spare him from
further humiliation of having to stay in the same room as Jeongguk, taking his
pants and leaving as he offered a parting sentiment. “Thanks. Don’t wait up for
me on dinner, just make sure to save plenty.” He knew this shower was going to
be a long one.
He shut the door quietly, locking it, and immediately rummaging through the
drawers he definitely heard Jimin click shut, desperate to find what he was
sure he would. God, this was a huge invasion of Jimin’s privacy but the dick
wants what the dick wants, and Jeongguk’s teenaged brain lost the battle
between logic and libido long before it began.
Opening the final drawer at the bottom of the, he hissed through his teeth,
inhaling harshly as he slowly picked up the towel.
There it lay. It was still fucking warm. Jeongguk’s dick immediately began to
come alive again. Fuck. Fuck.
He grumbles, cock hardening rapidly as started the shower before soon stepping
into the spray and going immediately to his dick. He was so fucking tired but
he couldn’t go back out there with his cock like this, so with little fanfare
and a quick wrist, he pumped himself until he was biting back groans and
Jimin’s name threatening to pass his lips, but he managed to keep himself
silent despite it all.
His muscles were lead-heavy, his eyes droopy, breathing heavy as he washed
himself clean and drudged out of the shower. With a tired sigh, dried himself
clothed himself, and soon trudged downstairs to eat. The Parks had started
without him, but he assured Jimin before, and now the family who apologized
that he didn’t want to make everyone wait on him to eat. He knew he’d hold them
up for far too long considering he was pretty aware his teenage libido was
going to make him go through another round in the shower, and he was absolutely
right. His wrist was sore, but he picked up the chopsticks and used them to the
best of his limp-wristed ability to finish his meal while carefully avoiding
looking at Jimin too long.
Jimin, who had no clue that Jeongguk was entirely aware of what happened; who
came to the sounds of him whimpering in the bathroom, who knows he was fucking
himself open a mere 30 minutes ago. Jeongguk just couldn’t bear to look at him
knowing he’d gotten off to him twice and knowing that the boy who owned that
gorgeous little innocent face was taking a rather sizeable toy not too long
ago. He was afraid if he looked too long, his brain would connect the sounds to
the images and the reality and he wasn’t ready to do that quite yet. He’d
probably end up chafing the first layer of skin of his dick when he did and
that would bring up even more problems than the incessant need to jack off to
your best bud getting off already did.
Jimin was a tad concerned, to say the least, but Jeongguk had always been
somewhat of a wildcard when it came to feelings and such, from being a happy-
go-lucky jokester to a quiet boy preferring a simple silent solitude, so he
didn’t put too much stock into it. After all, Jeongguk was still a bit of an
introvert, so the day probably just left him mentally drained. A good night’s
sleep and a completely platonic spooning session later, he’d be back to his
normal, doofy self.
Thank god he didn’t voice his concerns, Jeongguk hadn’t the slightest fucking
clue of how to approach any of that if Jimin had questioned. He could fumble
for a quick lie or just not answer, but he knew there was no way in hell he’d
tell him what was really the issue. He was skating on thin ice when it came to
how his feelings intervened with how he acted with Jimin and his longing for
him anyway, so pushing it with that was sure to break it.
Even though he had to share a bed with the object of his personal crisis, he
was thankful when it was time to sleep. At least he could pass out a few hours,
shut himself off and just not have to deal with being a functioning human with
a perpetual hardon for their best friend.
Easier said than done.
As Jimin seemed to easily drift to sleep (of course he would, he fucked himself
silly and didn’t have any mental baggage of the self-imposed morality of why
and who he was getting off to) where as Jeongguk found things weren’t so keen
to go his way. Of course. The only thing harder than his perpetual teenage
boner was life itself; and life when he was with Jimin was a certain hell of
its own, though completely Jeongguk’s own problems.
It’s not that Jimin was oh so sexy or something in his sleep, in fact, he
looked kind of adorably doofy, his soft cheek squished against the pillow,
mouth hanging upon, and nose pushed up into his face by the way he laid. It was
adorable, precious even, but it certainly wasn’t sexy. Even when Jimin flipped
over and wasn’t facing him and Jeongguk couldn’t see much of him asides from a
black mop of hair, his problem persisted.
The issue was Jeongguk’s accursed fucking mind just had to wander back to the
events a mere hour ago and provide him with the little notion that in all
likelihood... Jimin was probably still loose. His hole was still relaxed from
having taken that toy so good, ready to take more; fuck, it’d be so fucking
easy if he could, sliding his hand down the swell of Jimin’s otherworldly ass,
pressing his fingers inside so it swallowed them up, pulling them to the bottom
knuckle, velvety warmth begging for more. He could slip his cock in so easy,
press into the tight heat of his hole and fuck him so fucking silly, spread him
further open until he came shuddering like a leaf around his dick, filled to
the brim with Jeongguk’s c-
He stopped that train of thought right fucking there. No. Goddamn it. He wasn’t
going to fucking do this.
Once again, easier said than done.
With already a half-hard length stirring in his pants once more, Jeongguk was
entirely certain that it would be one long and unbearable night.
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