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dovechim · 7 years

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instant gratification 02 (m)

➾11.6k words ➾ lots of smut, some fluff, a little angst (just like this gif) ➾ warnings: pregnancy mention ➾ summary: the rules of becoming fuck buddies are as follows: no strings attached, don’t play jealousy games, and strictly no cuddling after sex. On a scale of how-fucked-are-you from one to ten, Jeon Jeongguk has you on a 9, in more ways than one.

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Jeon Jeongguk, on top of being the nastiest fuckboy who just happens to have some good dick, is a childish brat.

Parties are so not your thing, and you feel like a fish out of water in the midst of so many scantily clad girls and barely sober frat boys. You’ve been grabbed at least 5 times now, only managing to narrowly escape their clutches the last time, and you have to fight to keep your patience as you try and spot his big head in the overcrowded frat house. You wouldn’t be here if not for his not so thinly veiled threat over text.

4.59pm [jungcock]: 8pm, party at Yugyeom’s. u better be there, bitch 5.10pm [you]: or else what? 5.11pm [jungcock]: or else I’ll accidentally on purpose drop that strip of pictures in ur prof’s pigeon hole 5.12pm [jungcock]: u know which ones 5.13pm [you]: fuck you 5.13pm [jungcock]: better get in line bbg

Turning down yet another offer of a red solo cup containing some shady as hell beverage, you’re about to give up and just call his cell instead, hoping that he isn’t busy being balls deep in some random girl to pick up. You press the phone to your ear desperately, hoping that he actually called you here for a reason so that you can get it over and done with and be back safely in your bed within the hour.

“_____- hey!” A touch slithers around your waist and you’re about to slap the offending hands away when you realise that the voice is familiar. You turn around to face this person, and come face to face with a very drunk Park Jimin.

He looks like he’s been here for hours already, judging by how he’s slurring his words and his dance moves are getting increasingly dirtier and dirtier, nothing like the sharp professionalism that he displays during cheer.

“____! It’s really you!” He mumbles again before lurching forward suddenly, burying his face in your neck. You’re half thankful that he’s drunk off his ass like this, because then you can pretend like he never saw that strip of pictures, as if he didn’t hear Jeon Jeongguk fuck you in a photobooth.

“Y-you have nice tits,” he murmurs drunkenly into your collarbone, and the same time his hands are migrating from their position on your waist to try and cop a feel.

“Alright alright, red light, Jimin,” you grab his hands firmly and push him away, and you would be a lot more severe if it was anyone other than him. The Park Jimin you know isn’t this inappropriate and overconfident, but apparently he’s a slutty drunk. “Did you come with friends?”

“No, but I wanna come inside you,” he says with a straight face, then bursts out into giggles.

You let out a long suffering sigh, and brace yourself against his weight when the sea of bodies sends him crashing against you. He leans his entire body into you, unable to keep his own balance, and you resign yourself to wrapping an arm around his waist, scanning the nearby faces for a familiar one. But the lighting is too dim to make out any features at all, and Jimin’s weight is starting to wear you out, so you support him to the side and find him a seat on a random chair.

“Jimin, you stay here okay? Don’t move. I’m gonna get you some water.” You pat his soft cheek a few times to make sure the message penetrates that fog of alcohol in his brain.

You leave him slouched against the wall as you make your way into the slightly brighter kitchen, where the music isn’t half as loud and the people aren’t half as horny. Opening the fridge and getting out a bottle of water, you start to head back to Jimin when you see an open box of pizza and a bowl of nachos on the kitchen counter.

They say grease helps with sobering up right? Or was that for hangovers? Oh fuck it.

You heap a paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza and a generous helping of nachos and cheese, ready to hightail it back to Jimin, when three figures block the entryway of the kitchen.

“Having a good time, sweetheart?” Jeongguk has each arm around the waist of two vapid looking girls who look like they might spill out of their tops if they lean forward a tad too much. You take a moment to marvel at how anyone’s chest can be that huge and perky at the same time, and just how many Victoria’s Secret Wonderbras you have to put on to even come close to that.

The two girls peer down their noses at you, taking in the sight of your heaping plate of food with pretentious giggles as they glance at each other. Jeongguk smirks at the girl on his right side before mischievously ducking down to plant a kiss into her ample cleavage, causing her to squeal in surprise.

“Wonderful, if you’ll just excuse me,” you try and sidestep the three of them, the churning in your gut growingly increasingly hard to stomach as the girl on his left also demands the same treatment. Jeongguk’s eyes stray to your own somewhat flat chest in your oversized sweater before returning to hers, letting his hand slide down from her waist to plant on her ass, pulling her into his chest to let you pass.

“Don’t eat too much, _____, I don’t want you throwing up all over me when I pound that cute ass later.” He somehow manages to complete his sentence while having his face buried in her tits, but you don’t grace him with a response.

Thankfully Jimin is still slouched over on the same seat as you left him. You kneel down carefully in front of him, placing the plate on his lap and pressing the wet, cold surface of the water bottle to his neck. He jerks in place immediately, eyes opened wide as he flinches away from the freezing sensation.

“Jimin, drink this and sober the fuck up.” You shove it into his hands and watch him until his lips touch the mouth of the bottle before snatching back the plate on his lap and taking a bite of the pizza. The greasiness of the pizza satisfies the demon-like hunger that’s been brewing inside you since forever, while the cheesy goodness that erupts in your mouth is almost enough to distract you from the sight of Jeongguk and his two girls indulging in a messy three-way kiss across the room.

Keyword being almost.

Sejeong would murder your ass if she found you stuffing your face like this instead of sticking to her planned diets for the whole cheer team, but she doesn’t understand that this is what introverts do at parties to keep people from talking to them. It’s either that or hide out in the bathroom with your phone, but you have no one to text and not enough memory on your phone for a decent game to waste the time away.

Jimin has chugged down half the bottle of water by now and is looking a little more sober than he was 10 minutes ago. Sober enough to nudge you with his knee for a bite of your second slice. You oblige him and raise the pizza to his mouth, watching as he takes a large chunk of it and starts chewing. You’re about to try and ask him again if there’s anyone here who can take him home, but then your phone buzzes in your pocket.

11.00pm [jungcock]: stop babysitting and come upstairs 11.04pm [you]: idk im not really into foursomes 11.05pm [jungcock]: that’s an idea for another time 11.05pm [jungcock]: but seriously, come up babe 11.06pm [jungcock]: I’ll make it worth ur while ;) 11.08pm [you]: I seriously doubt it 11.10pm [jungcock]: try me 11.11pm [jungcock]: come on u were my 11:11 wish

Jimin somehow got his hands on the rest of your nachos while you were texting, so with nothing to occupy you now, you reluctantly leave him to try and find out what Jeongguk wants. He’s waiting at the top of the stairs, surprisingly alone and his eyes light up when he spots you trudging up the stairs.

“Got rid of pussy boy so easily?” He grabs your hand and starts to lead you towards one of the rooms, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“Got rid of those bitches so easily?” You shoot back.

“Someone’s feisty tonight, is it that time of the month?” His comment only riles you up further, and you resist the urge to punch him in the nose.

“Let’s just say I am, so I can just suck your dick and go home okay?”

Jeongguk drops your hand immediately with a horrified expression on his face, backing away from you as if you have a loaded gun pointed at him. “Are you really?”

“No, I’m not, but I am running out of patience. Didn’t know you were this much of a squeamish manchild. Hurry up and get your dick out so I can go back to sleep.” You shove at his chest to direct him back onto the bed. “And hand over those pictures.”

“Aww c’mon babe, I was only joking,” he strokes your cheek tenderly. “And that’s the first time someone’s ever talked about my dick and sleep in the same sentence.”

“Cut the crap Jeongguk, what do you want?”

Jeongguk grabs your hand to pull you down onto the bed beside him. “Let me eat you out baby, I’ve missed that pussy so much.”

He doesn’t waste any time beating about the bush as he coaxes you to lie back against the pillows and parts your knees so that he can settle in between them. His hands immediately start massaging your lower stomach, making their way down to the curve of your hips over your jeans.

“W-what about those other girls?” Your voice is a little shaky as he undoes the button on your jeans and pulls it down to your knees. “I’m sure they would have been more than glad to let you eat them out.”

“Why would I want other pussy when yours tastes the best?” Jeongguk lowers his head to kiss at your inner thighs, suckling with his tongue at the soft flesh. From his position at the juncture of your thighs he can already smell you, and he buries his nose into the crotch of your underwear. “Fuck, no one smells as good as this pussy does.”

He licks the seam of your light blue cotton panties, dampening it so that turns transparent and sticks to your already rapidly dampening lower lips. “What a pretty pussy, but I’d like to see it without these panties. Hips up baby.”

You oblige and raise your butt, allowing him to slide your panties down along with your jeans to your calves. With your knees liberated, he coaxes you to lay your thighs flat on the bed so that your inner lips are completely spread and not touching each other. The sensation of being fully exposed to him while he’s still dressed starts to make you feel self-conscious, but his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your drenched slit soothes you a little.

“That’s it, spread your legs wide and show me that pussy, don’t be shy… I love eating this pussy, you like getting your cunt licked don’t you?” His compliments and dirty talk make you feel a little less self-conscious, and you inch your hips into his face, moving your dripping core closer to his mouth. He rewards you with a lick and noisy suckles as he laps up your juices that are leaking out of you. Your arousal smears all over his lips and even the tip of his nose, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind, in fact it turns him on to be as messy as possible.

He concentrates his efforts on your slit, dipping his tongue in a few times teasingly and avoiding your clit altogether.

“Jeongguk, please, please…”

“Please what baby? What do you want me to do to you?” He allows his mouth to slurp and smack against your lips.

“Clit please, I want you to suck my clit.” You’ve learnt that by now Jeongguk rewards you when you use your words, so there’s no use being shy and demure, at least not when he has his head between your legs.

“Good girl.” He uses two fingers to spread your lips further and expose your throbbing clit to him before latching on and suckling with increasing pressure. The direct stimulation to your clit might have been painful if anyone else had attempted it, but Jeongguk knows how to warm you up before attacking your clit, and attack he does. He flicks your nub with the tip of his tongue while sucking at it hard, and releases your pussy lips so that it hugs his mouth tightly.

His tongue directly on your clit sends spasms up and down the length of your body, even as your thighs tremble around him. Jeongguk runs his fingers along your folds as he continues to suck, gently sliding one finger inside you.

“Shit, you got even tighter because I didn’t fuck you for so long, is that right baby?” Your walls clench down on his finger the moment he enters you, and he’s right. You always need him to warm you up with at least three fingers before you’re ready to take his cock. Right now at the beginning, one of his fingers feels like a stretch already, but Jeongguk loves the way you tighten around him even if it’s just one finger.

Maybe it’s because you don’t really have sex often other than with him, and if he weren’t abusing your clit with his tongue, you’d feel embarrassed over how tight you are with just one finger. You don’t know how many times Jeongguk has fucked other girls, and you don’t want to know either because you have a feeling that you’ll hate the answer too. But it’s just a chore to start over with a new person, wait for them to find all your sweet spots and most importantly, hoping that they have the patience for intensely longer foreplay than usual. So you just stick to letting Jeongguk get you off.

He pulls out while letting your juices accumulate on his tongue before spitting them onto two fingers and easing them back in. If it’s one thing you know Jeongguk loves, it’s getting as messy as possible, getting your juices on him and his cum on you, so you know that he’s as turned on as you are now. Once your walls are slightly more warmed up around him, he starts to thrust deeper with his fingers as he places the flat of his tongue on your clit, and the double stimulation as your walls shuddering in pleasure.

“Jeongguk- ohhh fuck I’m so wet, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it baby let me hear how good I’m eating this pussy,” he draws away to lick his lips, eyes still fixated on his fingers buried in your cunt. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers like a dirty girl? You’re so wet already, if you come you’re gonna wet the bed.”

“Yes, Kook, right there, my clit please,” you beg for his lips back on your clit. “Wanna come with my clit in your mouth.” He does as you ask and uses his other hand to spread your lips obscenely again, sucking your clit straight into his mouth.

You reach down to push his head further into your pussy as you reach the peak with a cry of his name, your back arching from the bed as you feel a gush of liquid from your pussy soak his cheeks and chin. The waves of pleasure have your walls fluttering around his fingers as he sits up to watch you in the throes of your orgasm, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, biting your lip as you thrust your hips to ride out your pleasure.

“You look so good when you come, especially when I’m the one doing it,” he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of your clenching core, licking and sucking the rest of the juices clean. He’s kneeling on the bed facing you now, and the tent in his pants is painfully obvious.

Still panting and out of breath, you regain some semblance of consciousness and close your legs modestly, pushing yourself to sit up. As you reach down to adjust your jeans and underwear, something uncomfortable digs into your butt and you pull it out, only to realise that it’s your phone, lit up with messages and missed phone calls.

12.09am [Chim]: wher r u 12.09am [Chim]: why did u ditch me 12.10am [Chim]: gonna do a kegstand if u don’t come stop me 12.13am [Chim]: hoseok hyung already did it 12.15m [Chim]: last call

12.20am 3 missed calls from Chim

“Fuck, I have to go,” your heart skips a beat upon scrolling through all those notifications and realising how much time has passed. You hastily tug on your jeans the rest of the way and zip up, noting the incredulous look on Jeongguk’s face as you leave him painfully aroused on the bed.

“Wait babe, seriously? What the fuck could be more important than this monster dick right now? It’s so hard for you, why don’t you come and suck me off like a good girl hmm?” He glances down at the bulge with a self-satisfied appraisal of his own size, and you roll your eyes in disgust.

“I’m not going anywhere near that dick until your ego deflates.” You let yourself out of the room and head down the stairs, scanning the room for Jimin. Jeongguk springs up off the bed to follow you out. You spot a large group of people gathered around the living room, and his bright pink head is near the middle of it.

“Kegstand! Kegstand! Kegstand!” The crowd is chanting, and two frat boys are on either side of Jimin, ready to help support him as he flips into a handstand effortlessly.

“_____, let’s go back okay? Jimin’s a big boy, he can take care of himself, what I need is for you to take care of me-” He grabs your hand in an attempt to persuade and coax you back into the room, but you shake him off impatiently, leaving him fuming and incredibly aroused on the stairs.

You barge through the crowd, rudely elbowing people aside until you reach the three boys, tugging on Jimin’s ankles. “Park Jimin, you’re not fucking doing this, get the fuck down now.” You turn to glare at the two boys by his side, and they immediately take their hands off him and raise them up in their intimidation. His lower body, unsupported now, begins to sway and you catch his feet with your hands, bringing them down and helping Jimin to stand.

“______! Y-you came back!” Jimin is almost as drunk as when you first found him, again. The smell of beer on his breath overwhelms you, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

“Chim, we’re going home okay? Before you do anything else that might endanger your life,” you help him toward the entrance of the house, unlocking your phone to call for an Uber.

“Mhmm okay,” he mumbles with his head slouched into your neck, and the sensation of his plush lips sends your heart racing. “I’m a good boy. And this good boy has something to tell you.”

“Yes Chim?” You mumble distractedly as you memorise the car number and keep an eye out on the road for the car.

“I like you, _____. Ever since we were paired up for our first stunt, I really really liked you, and it’s just… I didn’t have the guts to tell you and then you went and had this thing with Jeon and I was so fucking jealous of that fucker who gets to fuck you and leave his cum all over you and… that practice was the worst day of my life…”

You heart skids to a stop in your chest even as his drunken confession trails off into silence, and he slumps against your shoulder. Shaking his shoulder tentatively, you manage to get him to open his eyes again with some semblance of consciousness. “Chim…”

“And I k-know he treats you like shit, it’s all over your damn face, and I j-just want you to give me a chance,” his words are slurred but there’s no misunderstanding them. “I’ll treat you the w-way you deserve, not like a personal cum dump like Jeon does.”

“Chim, you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying, if you can say this to me again tomorrow then we’ll talk about it okay?” You soothe him with a hand on his forehead, pushing aside his bangs and shielding the top of his head as he gets into the backseat and slouches onto the headrest. You read out the address of his dorm to the driver, and you begin to pull away from that disaster of a party, finally. But just when you’re about to relax back against the seat, your phone chimes.

1.01am jungcock sent you an image

Your fingers are trembling as you unlock your phone and open your conversation with him. As the image is downloading, your grip on your phone sweaty as you wait for the blurry image to appear.

Jeongguk’s thighs are framing the picture, muscles flexed and tense in their definition. But that’s not the main focus of the picture. He has a pair of ruby red lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and the picture is accompanied by the caption: ‘wish u were her(e)’

1.06am jungcock sent you a video

The video immediately downloads itself since you’re still on the app, and the still image itself is similar to the picture he sent. There must be some sort of invisible force that drags your thumb to the play button, and you make sure to mute the volume before the video starts playing.

The girl’s face is cut off except for her plump, overdrawn lips that bob on his cock and her tearstained cheeks. Jeongguk guides her movements with a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down on his length as his hips thrust up. The excess of saliva that collects on his length tells you that he must have fucked her throat before this, and the force of his thrusts makes the girl gag on his cock with what looks like noisy gasps.

Bile burns in your throat and you lock your phone bitterly when the video ends, burying it away in the depths of your pocket. The car jerks as it turns into the residence halls, and Jimin crashes into your side, and he does a face plant into your lap. You reach to support his neck and lift him up into his own seat, but then revenge burns deep in your gut, and you tug him closer to you instead, positioning his head on your shoulder with his face into your neck.

You take out your phone and open the camera, making sure that it captures Jimin’s plump lips against your neck and send the image to him without any hesitation.

Two can play at this game.

An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach, and you try to stay as still as possible while taking deep breaths in order to calm it. The school field is currently set up with booths for the different sporting clubs to promote their activities to prospective freshmen, and the entire atmosphere is chaotic and noisy, with music blaring from speakers and general chatter of the crowd.

The basketball team has their booth right across from yours, and you try not to notice Jeon Jeongguk currently fooling around with his teammates, dribbling a ball and attempting to spin it on his finger. Ever since he sent you that video at the party you’ve been ignoring all his calls and messages and throwing yourself into cheer practice instead in order to hide the fact that you’re clearly way more affected by this jealousy game than he is. To admit you’re jealous would be to lose, so you avoid his eyes every time they stray to the cheerleading booth, only to glance back when you think he’s not looking. Sejong is busying herself arranging the trophies one last time to make sure they’re perfectly lined up on the table, but she pauses to shoot you a concerned look.

“_____, you sure you’re okay? You look kinda pale, like you’re about to throw up or something.”

You wave away her concern. “I’m fine, just nervous for the showcase later.”

She doesn’t buy your excuse one bit. “Come to think of it, you haven’t been eating well the past few days either. I know I said we had to go on a diet, but that doesn’t mean skipping meals, you know how strict I am about that.”

You think back to the previous few days to try and recall if you’ve skipped that many meals. “It’s not that, my eating habits are just much less regular now, but I promise I’m eating.” She looks as if she might argue more with you, but a shout interrupts her.

“Please warm up and get ready for the showcase, everyone!” Your coach gathers the team’s attention by clapping his hands.

“_____, where’s Jimin? He’s really late, he should’ve been here an hour ago!” Sejong frowns as she surveys the members who are already present and starting to warm up as well.

“Umm, I’m not sure, but I could give him a call?” You pause in the middle of your leg stretches to rummage for your phone in your bag. Ever since that night at the club last week, every time you see Park Jimin at practice, guilt consumes your entire being for using him as a pawn in your jealousy game with Jeongguk. It’s not right to use him and drag him into your affairs like this, and you don’t have the courage to own up about what you did to him that night. But just as you’re about to press dial on his number, you spot him sprinting in from the other side of the field.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Captain. Lost track of time,” he pants an apology to Sejong.

“It’s alright, just hurry go and warm up. Don’t forget we’re doing the new routine today, so that means you’re with _____.”

“Yes Captain!” Jimin heads over to your side just as you resume your stretches. “Hey _____, need some help with stretching? You have problems with the warm ups for splits right? Here, put your leg on my shoulder.”

You freeze when Jimin approaches you, and immediately the guilt hits you at full force. His kind smile and cheerful disposition only makes you feel worse as he positions himself in front of you, seemingly having no recollection of his drunken confession at all. While it makes it easier for you to just forget and pretend it never happened, you can’t help but smile back at him as he grins at you brightly and offers his shoulder for you to stretch. Jimin has always been nothing but gentlemanly and respectful towards you, and his behaviour is such a welcoming change, and you feel like you could get used to this. At his own booth, you watch Jeongguk toss the ball back at his teammate and pause to watch the two of you interact, his glare burning into Jimin’s back.

“Um, okay thanks Chim,” you have no reason to refuse him, and Jeongguk’s full attention awakens your desire for revenge once more, overriding any remaining guilt. You raise a leg to chest level first, stretching out your hamstrings before extending it to rest your ankle on Jimin’s shoulder. He places a hand on your ankle as he takes a few steps forward to widen the split, and even though the discomfort makes you wince a little, you can’t help but check Jeongguk’s reaction just over Jimin’s shoulder.

His jaw is clenched and brows are furrowed and a sense of victory surges in your chest. Even when his teammates call him over for a casual two on two game, he doesn’t budge from his spot. You lower your right leg and begin to stretch your left leg in the same way, eyes remaining on Jeongguk’s the whole time.

“Let’s go team, time for our showcase! Let’s kill it c’mon!!” Sejong’s voice rises over the loud electronic music blasted on the speakers, and you lower your leg from Jimin’s shoulder with a grateful smile as you hug him around the waist in thanks.

Jimin is a little nonplussed at your over-the-top show of gratitude, but he reciprocates nonetheless with his hands squeezing your waist gently, left bare by the crop top of your red and white striped cheer outfit.

The stage is set up with cushioned mats for your team’s performance, and the emcee is introducing your performance item next, attracting a huge crowd as they gather in front of the stage to watch. As you line up on the stage in your positions waiting for the music to commence, the exhilaration that accompanies every routine sends your blood racing through your veins, replacing any trace of your queasiness from earlier. A particular face in the front row catches your attention, and you realise that it’s Jeongguk the second the music starts, causing you to miss the first beat.

Gritting your teeth in concentration, you force yourself to remain focused and keep your eyes off him as Jimin lifts you up in full extension and you pull your leg up behind you. The similar formation of three other couples on either side of you gains approval and applause from the audience, and you flash them your best cheer smile.

The rest of the routine goes by smoothly, and you end it off positioned on Jimin’s shoulders as you thank the crowd. After the showcase, hordes of people are attracted to your booth, and every single member on the team is busy answering questions and accommodating interested visitors.

This year, as part of something different from the previous years, there’s a small padded mattress set up beside the booth in order to give visitors who are interested an opportunity to try a small segment of cheerleading. It’s proving to be immensely popular as almost all the bases on the team are lifting and carrying girls on their shoulders, while some of them are acting as spotters for incoming freshmen who want to try lifting one of the flyers.

“Hands on her thighs, that’s it… and hold for three seconds… then down! Well done!” Jimin grins at a freshman with dark blonde hair as he helps to flip you over in a modified basket toss. You land safely in Jimin’s arms as he helps you down, and you smile and thank the freshman for his interest and participation.

Someone taps you on the shoulder from behind. “Um, excuse me, but can I try one of those stunts that you did on stage just now?”

You start to smile and turn around. “Of course, just step right this way-”

This can’t be happening. Jeon Jeongguk is standing behind you, having changed out of his basketball jersey and clad in a casual dark blue polo and black denim jeans. He has an innocent little bunny grin on his face as he glances between you and Jimin hopefully. “You guys were awesome on stage; I just really want to become like you!!”

“Cut the crap Jeon Jeongguk, what the fuck do you want?” Jimin steps protectively in front of you.

“I just want to help in a… basket toss, is that what it’s called?” The look on his face is absolutely innocent, but you can practically see the evil gleam in those stupid doe eyes of his.

“How about no, and you just fuck right off-” Jimin starts up, but you interrupt him.

“Of course, just head over here and we’ll show you!” You hurriedly clap a hand over Jimin’s mouth just as your coach strolls past the three of you, pausing in front of your group with his scrutinising eyes and unforgiving stance.

Jeongguk grins as you beckon another one of the team’s bases over. You position him behind you as you step into the open palms of Jimin and the other base, with your hands on their shoulders and knees slightly bent. Your coach heads over to stand beside Jeongguk to direct him on where to place his hands and how much force to use.

“That’s right… now place your hands on her upper thighs, and when you push, you’ll direct your force upwards to throw her up into the air. The other two bases will do most of the work, you just have to support her thighs in this position, ok?” Your coach places Jeongguk’s hands on your upper thighs. “It’s okay to touch her, don’t worry kid. It’s to make sure she’s safe.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t need any sort of encouragement at all to place his hands on your thighs, and when your coach removes his own hands, Jeongguk’s creep up further until they’re right below your ass. Your coach is explaining the steps of the stunt to him while Jeongguk’s hands wander up, even massaging your ass for a few seconds before stroking his palms downwards and venturing towards your inner thighs. You can only imagine the smirk on his face as his hands dart upwards, the only deterrence being your safety shorts.

“Ready? On three you’ll toss her, the bases will catch her so don’t worry about that.” Coach says while taking a step backwards. “One, two, three!”

Most of the power of the toss comes from the bases on either side of you and not from Jeongguk. As you’re suspended in mid-air, you split your legs and touch your toes before closing your legs on the way down, landing in the arms of your bases. Jeongguk pretends to be fascinated as he looks up at you in the air, when most likely he’s just using it as a chance to look up your skirt. He claps exuberantly when your feet are back on the ground.

“That was amazing!! Thank you!!!” Jeongguk thanks Coach as he leaves to supervise another cluster.

“Can you leave now? You got what you were looking for right?” Jimin says immediately once Coach is out of earshot.

“Huh? What are you talking about? I came over to learn some stunts!” Jeongguk feigns a hurt expression.

“That tent in your pants says otherwise, you fucking pervert,” Jimin shoots back as he turns to you to make sure that you’re okay. But your eyes are drawn to the front of his pants, and you gasp in mortification, embarrassment heating up your cheeks as you glance around to see if anyone else has noticed.

But Jeongguk doesn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed about this, and he doesn’t even attempt to hide his erection. “It’s not my fault the girls on this team are so smoking hot,” he grins and winks at you. “Nice ass, by the way.”

The end of the showcase leaves you sweaty and dying for a shower as you trudge back to your dorm building. You’re aching to rip off your suddenly too tight crop top, and the thought makes you fret about whether you’ve gained weight or not. Occupied by your worries, you make it all the way to the lobby of your building before noticing a familiar figure waiting by the lifts.

“Got rid of it so fast?” You say with a pointed look at his crotch, still unable to forget the second hand embarrassment.

“No, I tucked it under my waistband, it’s such a neat trick- wanna see?” He shoots you a cocky little smirk, lifting his polo shirt just a tad to reveal the hint of tanned abdomen, but you roll your eyes and turn your head the other way. “C’mon baby, are you mad at me?”

Jeongguk takes it upon himself to invade your personal space by sliding both arms around your waist, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. You don’t have the energy to push him away, and his touch does feel nice against your heated skin, so you allow yourself to relax in his arms.

“No.”

“Babe, I know girls well enough to know that’s a complete lie.”

“I’m sure you do.” You shoot back at him with a glare, slapping his hands away when the lift arrives. You should tell him to go fuck himself and leave you alone, but somehow having his undivided attention like this makes you feel like you could maybe forget about that girl sucking his dick like she was starving for it.

He steps in after you and dives to press the button for your floor before you can do it yourself. Jeongguk seems to be in a good mood after that whole cheerleading fiasco as he positions himself to stand behind you and wiggles his hands around your waist in a clingy backhug that is so unlike him. “Are you mad at me about today? Or is it the video?”

“Why would I be mad about the video? It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, get over yourself Jeon.” You step out of the lift and rummage in your bag for your keys, but he follows a step behind you even as you unlock your door and drop your bag on the floor. Your voice is the perfect blend of apathy and indifference in order to hide the fact that the video still haunts your sleep at night. “Can you get out? I’m about to strip out of this fucking uniform and I don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

“For what it counts, no one sucks dick like you do,” Jeongguk fixes you with a sincere look that tells you he isn’t joking, but if it’s meant as some kind of twisted apology, it doesn’t come off that way at all. “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t do anything with Park either. Fucking in a taxi- now there’s somewhere even I haven’t gone.” He seems to find the entire thing funny, but you know his jokes and laughter are simply a façade to hide his jealousy, or else he wouldn’t have pulled that stunt with Jimin today.

“For once, I win,” you smirk half-heartedly at him, not bothering to refute his claims whatsoever. Just let him believe that you fucked Park Jimin, because then at least you win this jealously game somehow, if not in the way you intended. You cross the room to grab some spare clothes before heading to the attached bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

Ripping off the tight long sleeved crop top and tossing it on the floor of the bathroom is pure relief, and you shed the tight pleated skirt and your panties before stepping into the shower and turning up the water as hot as it will go. Jeongguk’s voice sounds faintly from outside, but then you hear the door opening and curse Sejong’s idea of removing it after accidentally getting locked in once.

Jeongguk strips himself of his clothes and pushes aside the curtain to see your naked form as you turn your back to him.

“I didn’t say you could join.”

“Let me make it up to you babe,” is all he says as he reaches for some shampoo and starts to lather your hair. It’s his favourite phrase when you’re pissed off at him, and like the sucker you are, it works every time without fail. The relaxing sensation of his nails against your scalp makes your shoulders sag, and he makes sure to gather every last strand of your hair meticulously without letting his hands wander to other areas of your body. His uncharacteristically platonic actions melt your resolve a little as he carefully washes the foam from your hair.

He moves on to grab some of your grapefruit scented body wash, inhaling deeply. “So this is what you use to smell so damn good every time.” Jeongguk squirts a little onto his palm before smoothing them over your shoulders and down your back, and the feeling of his wet palms gliding over your body makes you forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him and you lean into his touch. He responds with a deep chuckle that you can feel all the way down in your lower belly, and all of a sudden a deep, lustful hunger is awakened, and you know only one way to satisfy it.

You turn to face him and tiptoe while grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips down onto yours in a hungry clash of lips and tongue, and that’s when Jeongguk knows he’s forgiven, and given the green light to go ahead. His hands run up and down your sides, rubbing your nerves raw as you close the space in between your bodies to feel the hard evidence of his desire right up against your belly. He abandons your lips to suck bruises into your skin, his still soapy hands cupping each breast and beginning to knead just the way you like it on the pretence of washing every inch of your skin.

He lets the water wash off the suds before attaching his lips onto a nipple and roughly tweaking the other with merciless fingers. Jeongguk doesn’t usually pay this much attention to your breasts, usually he just gives you a very minimal amount of foreplay before pulling down your underwear and thrusting home, but today he lavishes his attention on your chest. He’s liberal with his teeth as well, sucking and biting a little too hard, and your breasts are more tender and sensitive than usual. Wearing the tight crop top all morning has only aggravated it, and you whine in pain on a particularly harsh suck and graze of his teeth, causing Jeongguk to freeze in his ministrations.

“J-just, they’re a little sore,” you murmur under the warm spray of the shower head, and he accepts it with a gentle kiss to each breast before concentrating his efforts on the dip of your collarbone instead. When the water starts to run cold, he reluctantly gives a final lick to your jawline before pulling away and tugging you out of the shower. Jeongguk hastily pats your body dry with the fluffy towel hanging on the rack, still remembering to be gentle with your chest and you watch him bite his lip in concentration as he towels your hair dry. So this is what he might look like if he weren’t a fuckboy, doing things not for the sake of getting into your pants; this is what he would look like if he actually cared about your feelings for a change.

A pleased smile spreads itself across his lips when you’re all dry, and for once it’s not a cocky smirk or lewd grin. His lingering touches in the shower leave you unsatisfied still, so you reach for his length and stroke him a few times, which is enough to make him to grab you around the waist and gather your legs around him to carry you to your bed. He places you on the bed and kisses his way down your torso, avoiding your tender nipples until he reaches the apex of your thighs. His wet tongue laves against your inner thighs, and reawakens your desire for him to fill you up to the brim with his girth.

“Jeongguk-ah, not today, just hurry.” Your impatience makes him pause in his open mouthed licks against your core, your dripping arousal already coating his lips. You sit up a little to reach for his erection, letting your palm envelope the head in teasing strokes. You’re dying to taste the precum that’s already gathered there on your tongue, but even more impatient to feel him deep inside your walls, spreading you apart. Your rough strokes have him panting in seconds, little ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s sounding so sweet from those lips of his. Just as you position yourself back further on the bed and he places his hands on your knees to spread them, you place a hand on his chest before the head of his cock touches your soaked folds.

“D-do you have a condom by any chance?” Your heart sinks especially when you remember that the two of you had agreed to not using one back when this started as long as either of you used protection with other partners, so the chances of him carrying a random condom around are low. But the sore twinges of your nipples and thrown off appetite has you a little paranoid, and you’d rather be safe than sorry.

Jeongguk pauses with his hand stroking his cock lazily, tearing his eyes away from your dripping, exposed folds that are almost begging to be spread and fucked. “Why? Do we need one? I thought-”

“J-just in case,” you breathe heavily at the sight of his cock in his hand. “In case that girl gave you something.” You’re using her as an excuse, since it’s highly unlikely, and you both know that.

“It’s not because you fucked Park Jimin right?” He asks jokingly, but his eyes are serious and he doesn’t give you a chance to look away. When you shake your head firmly without breaking eye contact, he knows you’re being truthful because you wouldn’t lie about something as serious as this. “You’re still on the pill right?”

“Yeah, but… I just felt… weird for a bit. I’m sorry, I know you hate wearing one but-”

“It’s okay, baby,” he says with an unexpected kiss to your forehead, and the tenderness of his actions has your heart skipping a beat, expecting him to put up more of a fight about it. “I’ll wear one if you want me to, but the problem is… I don’t have one right now.” The disappointment is evident in his voice as he rests back on his knees on the bed.

Your eyes dart over to Sejong’s side of the room. “I-I think Sejong has some. Just in that drawer by the bed over there.”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate as he crosses the room in long strides and retrieves a foil wrapped package and he tears it open with his teeth even before he reaches the bed. “I haven’t worn one of these in ages,” he comments as he slips it on, and your breath catches in your throat, and not because the head of his cock is currently probing at your folds.

Does that mean he hasn’t fucked anyone else other than you since you started this thing? The thought is cut short when he pushes past your folds and the stretch makes you forget everything but how good he feels inside you. He exhales heavily as he bottoms out inside you, the sensations lessened due to the barrier, but it still feels good to be inside your warmth again.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than usual,” he says as he draws his hips back to give a few experimental thrusts, and your walls cling on tight to his length, making it hard for him to move. Jeongguk places a thumb on your clit to rub in circles because he knows that penetration doesn’t really do anything for you as it does for him, and you respond by wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him in closer.

You’ve never fucked him in an actual bed before, so it feels more intimate than you’re used to as he touches his forehead to your shoulder to increase the force behind his thrusts. Each slap of his skin against yours makes you claw and scratch at his back, and he makes sure to keep his thumb on your clit as well, drawing out whiny moans from the back of your throat.

“Jeongguk, ah fuck, that feels so good, you’re so good,” you can only breathlessly moan as he slides his hands under your knees to bring them together so that you fit even tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, I love hearing you whine when I’m pounding that pussy,” Jeongguk grunts when your walls close in around him. “So wet, so tight, so- fucking- good.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that bathes your nerves in an ocean of ecstasy, and you actually sob and gasp for air.

“Harder, Jeongguk, fuck me harder,” you plead with him to quench that aching desire in your core. He obliges by hooking both legs over his shoulder and leaning his weight onto his palms, taking advantage of your hyper flexibility as a cheerleader to nearly fold you in half as he continues to pound his cock in and out.

By now you’re incoherent and reduced to sobs and whines, which are music to his ears as your walls pulse around him, and he sends you over the edge embarrassingly quick. Trapped under him, you can only thrash against his body as he continues to thrust through your orgasm, and the tingles of white hot pleasure reaches all the way down to your toes.

When the pulsing of your walls has slowed, Jeongguk lets up and gently pushes your legs from his shoulder, kissing your ankle like he did the last time he spread you open in a split. He continues to thrust at a leisurely pace, but even so you wince from oversensitivity and stop him with a hand to his lower abdomen, feeling the hard pecs under your fingers.

“Wait, Jeongguk, ouch, not so hard. Let me top.” He pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, and you slide off the bed to stand between them. Reaching back to stroke his cock a few times, you bend down to wrap your lips around him to taste a combination of the both of you before turning to let your back face him and spreading your legs to sit on his cock slowly.

Jeongguk’s cock spreads you apart, and you support yourself on his thighs as you sink down slowly. He lets out a deep moan even as his hands situate themselves on your waist to urge you down a little faster, but you opt to tease him by resisting with your grip on his thighs. When you finally hit the base of him, he exhales sharply into the nape of your neck, mouthing at your skin in order to keep some semblance of control.

Pushing against his thighs, you start to move up and down his cock ever so slowly, making sure to clench your walls against him tightly every time you go down. After a while Jeongguk gets tired of letting you set the pace, so he grips your waist tightly and moves you up and down his cock a little faster, while giving small thrusts with his hips that are still pinned under your weight.

“Jeongguk, ah-, you’re so big,” you pant as he drills into you slowly, and the friction of him against your soaked, oversensitive walls makes you squirm in his grasp. His length is swollen inside you from having been aroused for so long, and his thickness elicits continuous gasps from your lips as he continues to bounce you up and down.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon, but I want you to come one more time baby,” he whispers into your neck. He increases his speed slightly, but doesn’t pull out as much so that he can remain within your warm walls for as long as possible.

“I-I don’t think I can.” The lingering heat remains just out of reach, and your feet are barely touching the ground every time he thrusts upwards. “Jeongguk, oh, I can’t again-”

“You can, baby just relax and let me do it,” he reaches for your clit and twists it between slender fingers, and you nearly buck your hips off his lap in response. “That’s it, you like it when I fuck you like this right?”

“Yes, please more,” you gasp when his fingers pause over your clit.

“Will you promise to be a good girl and not let other men touch what’s mine?” Jeongguk gives a particularly hard thrust that hits a little too deep, and you whine in pain.

“Y-yes, I’m yours, just yours,” you grasp his thigh to push yourself off his length slightly as he smirks into your skin with satisfaction at your answer. “Not so deep, Jeongguk, ow.”

“I know you can take it baby, are you close?” He increases his efforts on your clit, and you’re barely aware that you’re making a mess all over his thighs and even leaking onto your sheets underneath. “Looks like someone’s ready to cum, hmm? She’s dripping all over my cock, what a nasty girl you are.”

With his usual filthy words you tighten around him a second time, thighs trembling to support your own weight as your nerves threaten to be singed raw by the fiery inferno that completely engulfs your consciousness. Jeongguk fucks up into your raw pussy a few more times once your orgasm has unleashed, and his arms tighten around your waist as he releases into the condom with a drawn out moan.

You collapse boneless into his arms as he breathes heavily into your hair. Jeongguk moves backwards onto your bed with his arms still around you and lets the two of you fall into your fluffy pillow.

“You’re more sensitive today, you okay?” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine as he presses his lips just behind your ear.

“Mhm,” you say under your breath even as you wonder what to do with your arms, do you rest them on top of his own on your waist, or do you keep them to yourself? You’ve never shared such a post coital moment with him before, and he’s being extremely cuddly, which hits right outside your comfort zone.

Jeongguk hasn’t pulled out yet, and the condom is starting to feel wet and unpleasant against your skin.

“Kook, condom,” you whine, and he gets the hint, pulling out of your sore pussy and carefully taking off the condom. You watch as he gets up to dispose of it in your wastebin across the room, messy brown hair, sweat glistening on his chest and all. Drawing the covers around your bare form as he returns, you survey him with wary eyes as he pauses at the side of your bed.

“Um, not to be rude but Sejong will be back soon and…” It’s the most awkward thing you’ve ever said after sex, and you’d never thought you’d be the one chasing Jeon Jeongguk out instead of it being the other way around. The brown haired, doe eyed boy looks a bit regretful, as if he wants to stay and cuddle more, but your eyes stray to the door once more and he catches the hint, turning away to head to the bathroom to get dressed

It’s better to push him away before he does, after all you’re only just fuck buddies.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Sejong peers at you with concern from her position hovering over you. She touches your forehead with a thoughtful frown. “No fever or anything, just a queasy stomach?”

“Yeah,” you mumble through a raw throat from throwing up twice that morning already. “I’ll be fine though; I already took some medicine. I’m sorry I can’t go to practice today; I know you wanted to try out a new routine.”

“Shhh just concentrate on getting better okay? I’ll drop by to check on you again before practice and bring you some food.” Sejong tucks the covers up to your chin and brushes a strand of hair off your forehead. “Rest well sweetie.”

After she’s gone, the room is quiet and dark, and it just manages to lull you back to sleep when your phone vibrates on the table beside you. You blearily reach for it and check the screen.

10.58am [jungcock]: wru?? y r u not in class 11.01am [jungcock]: prof asked about her fave student like twice already 11.03am [jungcock]: hello?? 11.03am [jungcock]: did u die 11.04am [jungcock]: did i go too hard on u that last time 11.05am [jungcock]: jk but r u ok??

His barrage of texts leaves an uncomfortable wedge in your throat. Checking up on each other like this is not what fuck buddies do, but then again fuck buddies don’t play jealousy games with each other either, and they most certainly don’t actually get jealous due to said game. You don’t feel like explaining anything to him, but if you don’t reply his texts will keep coming, so you type out the shortest reply that your aching temples can withstand.

11.10am [you]: m fine just stomach flu

With that you set your phone to do not disturb mode and pull the covers back over your head.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the next time you awake there’s a pounding on the door and someone outside is calling your name repeatedly. Half-awake and rubbing your eyes, you absent-mindedly ask Sejong to get the door, but then you realise she’s still out and that the person outside can’t be her either.

Feeling almost a million times more awake, your thoughts immediately land upon his dark brown hair and doe eyes as you stumble for the door, hesitating before opening it, hoping and praying that it isn’t him.

Instead a bright pink head of hair greets you, and Park Jimin takes in your dishevelled appearance with dismay. “Did I wake you? Ah I’m so sorry ____, but I just wanted to come and check on you… Sejong told me you were sick so I brought this.” He smiles sheepishly as he raises a paper bag filled to the brim with containers of food.

Jimin looks genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, and when you don’t immediately respond, his smile fades a little. “Do you want me to go? I can go, but at least just let me leave this here so you can eat something.”

“No wait, Jimin,” you reach for his wrist to stop him from leaving and tug him inside. “Come in, it’s… nice to see you.”

A shy smile breaks out on his plush lips, and he steps inside your room.

“Thanks for doing this, you really didn’t have to,” you watch as he places the bag of food on your study table and begins to take out the containers one by one. From the way they’re packed meticulously into the plastic boxes, the food looks homemade, and Park Jimin blushes adorably as he spies you watching him intently from your position on the bed.

“No, I wanted to,” he mumbles without making eye contact. His presence in the room makes you feel a lot better, and a warmth creeps into your chest as Jimin ponders over the different containers of food, asking you what you feel like eating, and you don’t deserve him at all, not when you used him so selfishly to get back at Jeon Jeongguk.

“Actually, I’ve been having some weird cravings lately.” You don’t feel hesitant at all to tell him this, but if it had been Jeongguk you wouldn’t have let him into your room at all. Not that he would bother to visit you anyway. “Like fries and vanilla ice cream, hashbrowns and maple syrup.”

Park Jimin attempts to hide a giggle behind his fluffy blue sweater and tries to maintain a straight face. “You call that weird? You should see what my roommate Taehyung eats for breakfast.”

“Wait, what does he eat for breakfast?”

“French toast and ketchup.”

You wrinkle your nose for a second just imagining it, but then you catch the look on Jimin’s face and burst out into laughter. “You totally made that up just to make me feel better! You’re a horrible liar, Park Jimin.”

He grimaces when you call him out, “ah you caught me there. But it’s really not that weird! When my mom was pregnant with me, she said she craved pickles with sour cream. I don’t mock people’s tastes in food, I’m a very accepting kind of guy.”

“Sure,” you manage to choke out in the midst of your laughter. “Well, I doubt you have any fries and ice cream in there,” you gesture over to his paper bag on the table, and he has to agree.

“But I can go get some from McDonalds real quick,” he says as he grabs his wallet from the table. “Just wait here!”

Jimin heads for the open door again, but you start to stand and stop him.

“Jimin, wait, I didn’t mean- you don’t have to! I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, or something else to do, or-”

He stops your rant with his hands on your waist, guiding you gently back to the bed. “Maybe. But I always make sure I take care of all the important things first. Like you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead with a slight blush emanating on his cheeks. “Be back soon.”

The door closes softly, and you remain on the bed with the warmth of his lips still on your forehead long after he’s gone. You wander over to the boxes of food he left on your table, and open a random one out of curiosity. The smell of pork immediately hits your nostrils, and you gag on reflex, rushing to the bathroom and throwing yourself on your knees to avoid throwing up all over the porcelain tiles.

When you’re done you rest your forehead against the edge of the seat to try and regain your strength for a bit. Just when you thought the worst bout of the vomiting was over, too. You’re about to heave yourself to your feet to swallow down another few tablets of stomach flu tablets when you freeze in terror.

When my mom was pregnant with me.

Fuck, it can’t be. The last time you had sex with Jeongguk he used a condom, so it can’t be, right?

You close your eyes and all you can see is days and months as you try and recall when your last period was. It should have come when Jeongguk asked you to meet him at that party, which meant that he was right, at least, about it being your time of the month. The pure irony might have been funny at a time other than this, but at this moment pure desperation wells up in your chest, followed by denial.

This can’t be happening, you’ve never missed a pill in your birth control, so it has to be a false alarm. Just an overly persistent stomach flu from that shady sushi place you ate at last week. Still, your fingers are shaking as you reach for your phone from your position on the floor and unlock it, hovering over one contact.

You can’t call him.

Just the thought of calling him and telling him makes your heart race and you start to feel dizzy all over again, and breathing becomes difficult. You can’t tell Jeongguk. Even if it does turn out to be a false alarm, you can’t tell him because that’s not what fuck buddies do. Fuck buddies don’t call each other up over pregnancy scares, and even if it’s more than a scare, you don’t want to hear the rejection that comes straight from his lips; it’ll only hurt more and make everything worse.

You have to face it sooner or later: you’re nothing but an easy fuck for him, and he doesn’t give a shit about you.

But the thought of going out to buy a test and doing it alone, waiting for the result alone, and facing the consequences of it all alone is no better. You sit there for a moment staring into blank space, motionless when your phone lights up with a message.

4.08pm [chim]: got the goods, otw back now! you doing ok?

4.09pm chim sent you an image

You click open the image to reveal a selfie of his cute puffy cheeks and pouty lips while he holds up the brown fast food bag next to him. The very sight of him makes you feel a little calmer, and you feel a little less panicky as you close the image and click on the call button next to his name.

“Yeah? Are you okay? Did you want something else?” He answers immediately.

“U-uhm no Jimin, it’s just…” You pause awkwardly, having no idea how to ask him.

“What is it? What else are you craving? I can go get them now!” Jimin’s voice sounds over the phone in his usual bright and cheery tone, and you swallow hard.

“I need a pregnancy test.”

“Do you need me to call someone else? Like Sejong maybe? Or…” Jimin’s voice trails off as he watches you clutch the pink box with a death grip while seated cross-legged on your bed.

“No, don’t- don’t call her.” Your voice sounds smaller than you intended it to be, and you clear your throat in an attempt to hide the trepidation that’s building up inside your chest. “C-can you stay with me? I know it’s weird that I’m making you deal with this when it’s not even your problem but… I just didn’t want to do this alone.”

“Of course, it’s not weird at all,” Jimin crosses the room to sit beside you on the bed, prying one of your hands loose from your death grip on the box and holding it tightly in his own. He fixes you with a concerned gaze through the wispy pink strands of his bangs. “I’ll be waiting out here okay? Whatever it is, we’ll go through it together.”

The warmth of his own palm calms your panicked breathing a little, and you turn to meet his gaze hesitantly. “Jimin, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This.” You spread out your arms and wave them around in a vague gesture. “Visiting me. Bringing me food. Staying with me. Why are you being so nice to me? Why don’t you tell me to just fuck off and deal with what I got myself into?”

“Because you asked me to stay, and the person who should be here with you clearly isn’t.” He gives a pointed look towards the darkened screen of your phone, as if he’s aware that you’ve been obsessively checking for any messages from Jeongguk for the last hour. “And actually… I know this isn’t the best time to tell you this, but I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.”

“I know,” you admit, chuckling when his eyes widen in shock almost comically. “You confessed to me while drunk at that party.”

“Wait what? Since when did I- I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself in front of you,” Jimin scrunches up his nose and attempts to hide his face behind his sweater paws. “But you didn’t mention it all this while, so that means-”

“I didn’t mention it because I thought it was just drunken nonsense,” you cut him off with a squeeze of his hand. His face lights up with hope at the sound of this, and you feel terrible for shutting him down again. “It’s just… I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m in a state to give you an answer right now. Not with this…”

“No, I understand,” Jimin says firmly. “Whenever you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting here, unless you need help with peeing or something.”

His light hearted joke makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips, and you push yourself off the bed, only to sit on his lap with your face buried in his neck. Jimin’s arms surround you wordlessly, and for a moment it feels as if everything might be okay again, as if your life doesn’t depend on a few drops of urine on a damn stick.

You pull away and attempt to sniffle back a few tears, giving him a brave smile before you walk towards the bathroom door and close it behind you. The simple action of pulling down your pants and situating yourself on the toilet seat has to be the worst thing you’ve ever done, but then to add salt to your wound, you hear a familiar voice from outside.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jeon Jeongguk’s voice comes from just outside the bathroom door, and you rush to pull up your sweatpants and push open the door, only to come face to face with Jeongguk himself.

His eyes dart down to the stick in your hands, to your tearstained cheeks, and to Jimin, before finally settling back on you with disbelief and betrayal, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Jeon Jeongguk look so hurt.

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