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The last person Jimin expects to be sitting on the graffiti-covered bench by his regular bus stop surrounded by bags, boxes and plastic bags is Jeon Jeongguk. He knows Jeongguk mostly through osmosis – he's in the photography class Yoongi TAs, he shows up to Hobi's Thursday night dance class sometimes, and he comes out with them once every blue moon.

Except for the Halloween party last year when they fucked in a bathroom and then didn't talk about it, Jeongguk's said maybe twenty-five words to Jimin in the last three months.

"Uh, hi," Jimin says as he comes to a stop next to the bench. Despite their kind of sketchy history, Jeongguk is another Busan boy trying to make it in the big city and Jimin figures no one sits at a bus stop late at night surrounded by what looks like all of their shit because they're having a good day.

Jeongguk's head snaps up from where he's contemplating his hands and it's obvious he's been crying, eyes red-rimmed and puffy.

"You look like you're having a bit of a night," Jimin says conversationally, since Jeongguk doesn't seem like he's going to contribute to the conversation. He's busy staring at Jimin like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming freight train. Jimin sometimes has that effect on people, but rarely with his face wiped free of all makeup and a ratty beanie pulled down over his bleached blond hair.

"I– yeah, you could say that," Jeongguk says finally, dropping his gaze back down to his hands. Jimin thinks they would be shaking if they weren't wrung together so tightly it looks painful. "I was kicked out of the room I've been renting, effective immediately, and I don't get paid until Friday so I have about 10,000 won to my name." Jeongguk frees one hand to wipe angrily at his eyes and Jimin was right about the shaking. "Fuck. Sorry, hyung. I shouldn't burden you with my problems."

Jimin rolls his eyes heavenward. Jeongguk is simply too nice. "So what's the plan?" he asks, bumping against Jeongguk's shoulder until he gets the idea and slides over enough to make room for Jimin at the end of the bench. Practice ran over, again, and Jimin's legs feel like jelly. He would like to give Jeongguk a hug, but he's not sure it'd be welcome, so he settles for pressing their sides together.

Jeongguk sucks in a breath large enough to nearly push Jimin off the bench. He holds it for so long Jimin starts to get worried before he admits: "I don’t have a plan. I don't really have close friends around here and I can't– I can't go back to Busan. Not yet. Fuck. I'll have to call my parents but they just had to gut the entire kitchen because of a water leak and I've already had to borrow money from them this month and I–"

He runs out of both steam and breath, slumping forward and burying his head in his hands. Seeing him so upset makes Jimin's chest hurt. Admittedly he's been a bit mad about being ghosted after that spectacular bathroom fuck, but he likes Jeongguk even if he has shitty bedside manners. Jeongguk doesn't deserve spending the night at a bus stop in January. He'll freeze to death.

"Come home with me," Jimin says.

"What?" Jeongguk looks at Jimin as if he lost his mind, eyes red and wet with tears.

"Come home with me," Jimin repeats. "You're not gonna find a better option at this time of night and the bus'll be here in five minutes."

"I couldn't possibly–"

"Are you saying you'd rather freeze to death on this bench than come home with me? My place is tiny but it has central heating and a bed large enough for two."

Jeongguk visibly swallows. "I– no– of course, hyung, but you have to let me pay you."

"Don't be an idiot," Jimin huffs. "Now let's figure out how to get all your crap on the bus."

--

Thankfully it's not a long walk from the bus stop to Jimin's apartment, because between the two of them they're carrying all of Jeongguk's earthly possessions and they're heavy.

"Fuck, what's in this?" Jimin grumbles, adjusting the strap of the bag slung across his stomach. "Weights?"

Jeongguk looks guilty. "Uh, maybe?"

"I can't believe you," Jimin groans.

"I could–"

"No." Jimin might be small but he's mighty and Jeongguk is already carrying two boxes stacked on top of each other, a hiking backpack bulging with belongings, a gym bag, his camera bag, and a guitar case. Jimin's got the lighter load with his own bag, Jeongguk's bag, a huge rolling suitcase with a smaller bag stacked on top, and two plastic bags full of groceries.

Jeongguk's lips flicker into a smile, the first one Jimin's seen all night, and it makes his chest feel a bit lighter. He doesn't want Jeongguk to pack up his pride and move back home. Not when he, according to Yoongi at least, is a really good photographer and an even better videographer.

"This is us," Jimin says, stopping outside his apartment building. "Let me just–"

He parks the rolling suitcase against Jeongguk's legs and enters the code for the lock, pulling the door open to let Jeongguk through.

"Top floor," he says, nodding towards the elevator and only just managing to catch the suitcase before it starts rolling down the street without Jeongguk's legs to stop it. He drags the suitcase inside while Jeongguk crouches down and somehow manages to hit the button for the elevator without dropping the boxes. The man's upper body strength is something else.

They barely fit in the elevator with all of Jeongguk's stuff around them and the elevator groans ominously as it departs with obvious reluctance.

"I could have walked," Jeongguk says, twitching nervously when the lights flicker.

"It's just the bulb," Jimin says dismissively, trying to not stare too obviously at the numbers blinking past on the display. It would be a fine end to the night to get stuck in an overloaded elevator.

The elevator, hero that it is, pulls through and they spill out on Jimin's floor without incident. Jimin pushes the suitcase in front of him with his hip while he fumbles in his pocket for the keys. Jeongguk stays close to his heels, making an already small space feel smaller.

He gets the door open with a minimum of fuzz and then they're finally in Jimin's apartment. Jimin kicks off his shoes inside the door, drops the grocery bags in the kitchen area and liberates Jeongguk of the boxes, one at a time because, holy fuck, the man must have muscles made of steel. He stacks the boxes against the wall outside the bathroom for now and starts dumping bags around it while Jeongguk takes off his boots.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Jimin says, when Jeongguk's taken his boots off and is standing on the welcome rug looking pretty and lost. "Bathroom's through here," he says, gesturing at the door to the right of the entry way. "Kitchen is, well, right here." He waves to the left where he dumped Jeongguk's grocery bags on the floor. "And this is the main living space." He takes a few steps forward and spreads his arms wide.

"It's very nice," Jeongguk says politely while Jimin busies himself with turning on a few lights.

"Thanks," Jimin says, trying to keep himself from beaming with pride. He worked very hard to make his apartment look nice on a decidedly small budget, and he almost never has people over to show it off. They always end up hanging at either Namjoon and Seokjin's place or Yoongi and Taehyung’s because they have things like space and couches that seat more than two people.

"Can I take a shower?" Jeongguk asks. He's still standing on the welcome mat like a puppy unsure of his welcome.

"Of course," Jimin says. "You can just borrow whatever and I'll find you a clean towel."

"I have stuff," Jeongguk says, staring dejectedly at the small mountain of bags and boxes. "Somewhere."

"Just borrow from me for now," Jimin says with a dismissive hand wave. "We'll figure the rest out tomorrow."

"Okay," Jeongguk says meekly, another ghost of a smile gracing his lips. "Thank you, hyung."

--

While Jeongguk showers Jimin puts away the perishables among Jeongguk's groceries and pushes his small dining table to the side to make space for Jeongguk's stuff. It's not ideal but at least they won't trip over the bags every time they exit or enter the bathroom.

Then he makes enough ramyeon for three because he's hungry after practice and he figures it's been a while since Jeongguk ate. It's just about finished when Jeongguk finally exits the bathroom, barefoot in sweats and a t-shirt, his black wavy hair brushed back from his face and over the crown of his head. Jimin firmly tells himself it's the smell of the noodles that makes his mouth water and not the bulge of Jeongguk's biceps, his tattoos, or the all-too-visible silhouette of his pecs through the thin t-shirt.

"I made ramyeon," Jimin says, gesturing at the table. "Come eat."

"Hyung," Jeongguk murmurs, ducking his head. "You're too kind."

It should be awkward, Jimin thinks, when they settle down to eat on opposite sides of the table, so narrow their knees knock when they shift around, but somehow it doesn't feel awkward at all. Jeongguk is quiet and inhales his noodles like a starving man but it's a nice kind of quiet and he keeps glancing at Jimin through his still wet hair while Jimin prattles on about everything and nothing.

It continues not being awkward while they get ready for the night and crawl into bed together. In fact, it's not even awkward when they end up staring at each other in the dark, faces a pillow width apart, until Jimin opens his mouth and invites the elephant into bed with them.

"You didn't call," he says.

Jeongguk blinks, the glimmer of his eyes disappearing and reappearing rapidly. Jimin thinks he might be blushing, but it's hard to tell with the only light coming from the window light on the other side of the privacy screen that separates the bed from the main living area.

"You wrote your number on my collarbone with eyeliner," Jeongguk points out. "When I woke up in the morning it was so smudged I couldn't make it out." He touches the tips of his fingers to Jimin's hand under the covers. "I figured I'd bump into you but I didn't see you for three weeks and when I did you acted like nothing happened."

"Oh." It had seemed like a good sexy idea at the time but they'd both been pretty sweaty and disheveled. He should have figured it wouldn't stick. "Yeah, uh, my mom broke her foot and went back home to help her around the house for a couple of weeks since my dad couldn't take time off work and my brother was away." Jimin turns his hand over under Jeongguk's to scratch lightly at his wrist. "I'm sorry if I was bitchy when I saw you again. I don't like being ignored."

"I've noticed," Jeongguk says, another one of those smiles ghosting across his lips.

Jimin's not sure who moves first, if it's him or Jeongguk, or if they move at the same time, and he supposes it doesn't matter when the end result is that their tongues tangle, minty fresh, Jeongguk on top of him, pressing him into bed.

"Fuck," Jeongguk murmurs, biting down lightly on Jimin's lower lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Is this a bad idea?"

"Hell no," Jimin breathes, slipping his hands in under Jeongguk's t-shirt to touch the corded muscles of his back. "It's a fucking great idea. You can't even ghost me in the morning. You got nowhere else to go."

Jeongguk huffs out a laugh. "You underestimate my ingenuity, hyung," he murmurs, hands like brands around Jimin's hips. "Maybe I'll lock myself in the bathroom and refuse to come out."

"I'll write my number on everything you own," Jimin counters, pushing Jeongguk's shirt up to his armpits. "I'm a needy bitch. Won't be ignored twice."

It's a thrill to feel Jeongguk hard against his hip and to realize he's just as hard from a few minutes of kissing and mindless grinding. Jimin'd almost managed to convince himself that he'd built their bathroom tryst up in his mind and that it wasn't actually that good, despite the fact that they'd fooled around once, taken a break to find condoms and then fucked again in the span of a couple of hours. But yeah: it had definitely been that good.

"Gonna fuck me again?" Jimin asks, arching up against Jeongguk's thigh. "I've been thinking about it since last time."

"No," Jeongguk murmurs, sucking a kiss into the skin below Jimin's jaw. "I'm going to suck your pretty cock and maybe give you a couple of fingers. I spent two hours sitting on that bench thinking my life was ending before you showed up. I want to get off and go to sleep. If you still want it in the morning I'll fuck you so good you can't think straight."

Jimin whimpers. "If you're too tired we can wait," he manages, tilting his head back to give Jeongguk better access to his neck. "And I'm literally never straight."

"I'm not too tired to let you do all the work," Jeongguk responds, wrapping an arm around Jimin's waist and rolling them over so that Jimin ends up sprawled on top of him. "Be a sweetheart and fuck my mouth. I promise I'll stay awake."

"Holy shit," Jimin breathes, sitting back on his haunches over Jeongguk's hips and pulling his shirt off. "You sure?"

Jeongguk arches up enough that Jimin can feel the hard line of his dick against his ass for a moment. "I don't know," Jeongguk says, eyes hooded and dark. "Do I feel unsure to you?"

Jimin reaches down between them, fitting his hand over Jeongguk's erection through his sweats.

"No." He purses his lips tracing the long thick line of Jeongguk's dick, root to tip, and then back down. "You seem pretty firm to me."

Jeongguk lets out a shuddering breath, hips pressing up into Jimin's hand. "Get your pants off and come up here, hyung."

Jimin lets Jeongguk's cock go with one last squeeze. "You too," he says.

Jeongguk's fucking eight pack has been on display since Jimin pushed his shirt up earlier, but he never had the pleasure of seeing Jeongguk fully naked the last time they fucked and he really wants to now. The man has a body to fucking die for.

It takes some shifting and wriggling around but they manage to get out of their clothes and kick the covers aside. Then it's just Jeongguk laid bare and propped up against the pillows like he fell out of Jimin's wildest dreams.

"Come here." Jeongguk wraps a hand around Jimin's wrist and tugs him closer, which is rude because Jimin is so not done drooling over Jeongguk's body and his fucking perfect cock. Jimin, as a general rule, only sleeps with guys he finds hot, but there's hot and then there's Jeongguk. "Jiminie hyung," Jeongguk whines, tugging again.

"I'm looking," Jimin says, tugging back.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. "At what?"

"The buffet," Jimin answers, making an expansive gesture to include Jeongguk's entire body.

Jeongguk laughs and then uses some of his unreal upper body strength to simply pull Jimin to where he wants him straddling Jeongguk's chest. It's a bit embarrassing; naked and hard straddling a guy's chest is not somewhere Jimin's ever found himself completely sober.

"You look so good, hyung," Jeongguk murmurs, running his hands up Jimin's thighs to his hips. "I can't wait to suck you."

Then one of his hands is curving around the base of Jimin's cock, pointing it at his mouth and Jimin moves with it, grabbing a hold of the headboard to balance himself, because how could he not.

"Fuck," he curses when Jeongguk opens his mouth around the head of his cock. "That feels so good."

"Mmmn," Jeongguk agrees.

Jimin looks down the length of his body to watch the way Jeongguk's lips stretch wide around the girth of his cock. Jeongguk's eyes are shut and he looks like he's enjoying himself, tugging on Jimin's hip to get him to fall into rhythm.

"Pinch me if you need to me to pull out," Jimin says, struggling to keep the roll of his hips shallow and steady.

Jeongguk doesn't respond, pressing the flat of his tongue against the underside of Jimin's dick and sucking hard, seemingly lost in his own world. It damned near makes sparks go off before Jimin's eyes.

"Fuck, Jeongguk. Did you even hear me?"

Jeongguk pinches his hip and Jimin pulls out. Jeongguk's eyes fly open and he lifts off the bed, chasing Jimin's cock. "That's not what I meant and you know it," he grumbles, tugging Jimin forward by the hip again. "Fuck my mouth like you mean it."

Then his mouth is back on Jimin's dick and Jimin fucks into it with short jerky thrusts, struggling to keep himself in check. He's had great blowjobs and mediocre blowjob but this right here, fucking his dick in and out of Jeongguk's mouth stone-cold sober, is a god-tier blowjob, all other blowjobs can go home.

Then Jeongguk slides two long long fingers in between Jimin's cheeks, rubbing over his hole, and he can't help the way he thrusts forward, nearly choking Jeongguk with his dick. But Jeongguk doesn't pinch his hip or push him away, groaning deep in his throat and sucking even harder, nearly making Jimin's brain leak out through his ears.

"Is that what you like, huh?" Jimin pants. "Want to choke on it?"

Jeongguk whines and grabs at Jimin's ass, pulling him in. Jimin stops being so careful, fisting one hand into Jeongguk's hair to keep him place and holding onto the headboard for dear life with other. Usually Jimin has to be in a very particular headspace to want to watch himself have sex but he absolutely can't look away from the way his cock slides in and out of Jeongguk's mouth, pushing at his puffy, saliva-slick lips.

It looks obscene, filthy; it makes him want to film them so he can get the full picture, a thought he's never had during sex before. A mix of saliva and precome escapes the corners of Jeongguk's mouth, running down his jaw and slicking his chin, as he sucks quick almost pained breaths through his nose. Whenever Jimin gets a little careless, nearly choking him, Jeongguk lets out a desperate little whimper, eyelashes fluttering, and it's simply the hottest thing to ever happen to Jimin.

He only looks away once, to glance over his shoulder at where Jeongguk's cock is leaking all over his stomach, precome puddling in the divots between his abdominal muscles, and that's just fucking it. Jimin feels his orgasm building at the base of his spine, toes cramping even before he tips over the edge.

"I'm going to–Jeongguk, do you want me to–" Jimin pants, desperation to his voice. He's so fucking close and the urge to just shove his cock down Jeongguk's throat has him clutching the headboard so hard his knuckles hurt.

Jeongguk pinches his hip and Jimin pulls back immediately, cock slipping out of Jeongguk's mouth with a wet pop.

"On my face," Jeongguk croaks. "Hyung, please."

Jeongguk's hand disappears from Jimin's ass and he lets out a long low moan, the wet sound of a hand slicking over hard sticky flesh like music to Jimin's ears. He curls a hand around himself, groaning with how good it feels, torn between watching Jeongguk's flushed face, eyes closed and mouth open around his hard breaths, and looking over his shoulder at Jeongguk's hand working his own cock.

In the end watching his come splatter over Jeongguk's face wins out. Three quick hard strokes and he's coming from his toes, rope after rope of come landing across Jeongguk's mouth, chin, cheeks and nose, painting him with streaks of white.

"Jimin-ssi," Jeongguk whines and then he's coming too, arching so suddenly he nearly knocks Jimin over, the hand he still has on Jimin's hip digging in hard enough to bruise.

"Aish, Jeonggukie," Jimin whines. "I bruise like a peach."

Jeongguk licks his puffy red lips and looks at Jimin through lowered lashes. He smiles, the boyish happiness of it at odds with the come streaked over half his face. Jimin suddenly feels light as a feather and laughter bubbles up in his chest.

"You're a mess," he says.

Jeongguk's mouth twitches and that's all it takes to set them off, laughing at nothing at all.

"I can't believe we just did that," Jimin hiccups, from where he has tipped over on the bed with Jeongguk's arm trapped under his thigh and one of his calves in the mess on Jeongguk's stomach. "And you just showered too."

"Depending on the perspective you either bring out the worst or the best in me," Jeongguk says, wrapping his free hand around Jimin's ankle.

"Maybe it's both," Jimin says, looking at Jeongguk through a curtain of hair. Jeongguk looks back, eyes huge and warm. He has really pretty eyes.

Jeongguk hums in agreement and rubs his thumb over Jimin's anklebone.

"I guess we should clean up again," Jimin says reluctantly. He could fall asleep like this, twisted up like a pretzel sideways on the bed with Jeongguk's hand wrapped around his ankle but his back would hate him in the morning.

Jeongguk, who is still covered in spunk, scrunches up his nose. "Yeah," he agrees. "That would be for the best."

They clean up together, jostling for space in front of the sink and flicking water in each other's faces until they're as clean as they're going to get without a proper shower. Then Jeongguk wraps his hands around Jimin's hips and pushes him up against the sink, giving him a long, slow kiss. Jimin grips the edge of the sink and pretends it's not because his knees are buckling.

"Don’t you dare get me worked up again, Jeon Jeongguk," he chides when Jeongguk pulls back.

Jeongguk laughs and noses at his temple before kissing his cheek. "Let's go to bed, hyung," he says.

This time they don't stay on opposite sides of the bed. Jimin plops his head down on Jeongguk's chest and loops an arm around his waist. Jeongguk's pecs make for an excellent pillow. Jeongguk slips one of his arms around Jimin's back and rest the other on top of Jimin's on his stomach, absently rubbing his fingers over Jimin's elbow.

"If you want to make good on your promise in the morning, there's lube and condoms in the nightstand," Jimin mumbles.

Jeongguk's laugh rumbles wonderfully in his chest and Jimin falls asleep before he hears what Jeongguk answers, if anything.

--

Jimin wakes up to fingers carding through his hair and a voice at his ear that murmurs: "If you want me to fuck you, hyung, you got to wake up," and he's never gone so fast from asleep to awake and blindingly hard in his life. It's possible the erection was already there, it being morning and all, but it's very noticeable now, trapped between the bed and his stomach.

"Hngrh," he says eloquently. It means 'good morning', 'what time is it?', and 'if you don't follow through I will kill you.'

Jeongguk chuckles and presses a kiss against the back of Jimin's neck. At some point during the night Jimin must have rolled away from Jeongguk and now he's mostly on his stomach, his face half mashed into the pillows.

"You awake now?" he asks, one hand curling around Jimin's side under the covers. "I'm not so sure."

Jimin really likes this playful Jeongguk, the same Jeongguk he fucked in a bathroom as a belated birthday present to himself. He likes the other Jeongguk too, the kind of shy and introspective guy that sometimes comes out with them, but he always worries that Jimin's, Jin's, Taehyung's and Hobi's extroverted natures make him feel awkward.

Jeongguk's hand slips down to Jimin's waist fingertips pressing into his stomach for a moment before it slips lower, skating over Jimin's hip to cup his ass. Jimin makes a noise at the back of his throat and pushes his ass back into Jeongguk's hand.

"So you are awake." Jeongguk sounds amused. "Still want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah," Jimin manages. "Please."

Jeongguk's hand disappears from his ass and moments later he hears the snick of the lube's cap. At some point Jeongguk must have gotten out of bed because Jimin's pretty sure he would have woken up if Jeongguk climbed over him to get to the nightstand. He probably brushed his teeth too, the asshole.

"You like it like this?" Jeongguk asks. "Half-awake?"

"Yeah," Jimin breathes. It turns into a squeak at the end when Jeongguk's fingers return, sliding in between his ass cheeks, slick and sure. It's not a lie–he does like the way his limbs still feel heavy and sluggish, as if he's completely at Jeongguk's mercy–but lazy morning sex is not exactly something Jimin's been spoiled with.

"So relaxed for me already," Jeongguk murmurs, rubbing his fingers over Jimin's opening. He slips one finger inside and Jimin's breath sticks in his throat. Their relative positions must make the angle awkward for Jeongguk, but he doesn't complain, slowly stretching Jimin open while showering kisses over his neck and shoulders.

Jimin feels as if he's floating on a cloud of bliss. One finger becomes two, a slow gentle stretch with only the occasional brush across his prostate to send sparks across his vision and pull moans from his throat.

"Want to roll over for me?" Jeongguk asks, out of breath, as if this is good for him too. "Just on your side."

"Mmmm," Jimin agrees and somehow manages to find the coordination to move, rolling over fully onto his side with his knees pulled up. It startles another moan out of him when the new position allows Jeongguk's fingers to slide deeper, stretching him further.

"Yeah, that's it," Jeongguk says. "So good for me."

It makes Jimin shiver and push back against Jeongguk's fingers, wanting them harder, deeper, more.

"Impatient," Jeongguk chides, and he pulls out, only to return with three fingers, continuing his glacially slow stretch.

"I'm ready." Jimin whines deep in his throat when Jeongguk moves his fingers just right only to slide them away a second later. "Come on."

"I don't know," Jeongguk says, sliding his fingers in deep and keeping them there until Jimin starts squirming. "I got a lot more than three fingers worth of dick."

Jimin burst out laughing and then chokes on a moan when Jeongguk absolutely definitely on purpose brushes against his prostate. "Come on," he groans, reaching back to pull on any part of Jeongguk he can reach, in this instance, his elbow. "Fuck me."

"It lives," Jeongguk says and Jimin can just tell that he's grinning. He turns his head enough to see it, Jeongguk's perfect smile and half-moon eyes, and it hits him right in the chest. Jeongguk should always look this happy.

Jeongguk takes the opportunity to lean in for a sloppy kiss and he definitely brushed his teeth. So unfair.

"Don't kiss me," Jimin whines. "My breath must be terrible."

"I don't care."

Another kiss, this one slower, deeper, longer. It goes on until Jimin whines deep in his throat and squirms on Jeongguk's relentless fingers, so fucking close already. He can feel his pulse throbbing in his cock and he's pretty sure he's leaking all over the sheets. He'd reach down and find out, but he's almost certain it'd make him come all over himself.

"Ggukie," he whines against Jeongguk's lips. "Come on."

"Yeah, yeah." Jeongguk kisses him again. "Fine."

Jeongguk slips his fingers out and moments later Jimin hears the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the snick of the lube.

"Like this?" Jeongguk asks, shuffling closer until Jimin can feel him hot and so, so hard against his ass.

"Yes." Jimin reaches back to tug impatiently at his hip. "Fuck. Me."

Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, shifting fully into position, the blunt head of his dick pressed in between Jimin's cheeks. He whines at the tease, trying to push back, but he doesn't have a lot of leverage in this position.

"I got you, hyung," Jeongguk murmurs. "Don't worry."

Jimin feels as if he's burning up, it's possible he's never been this turned on, this ready to be fucked, in his life. Jeongguk is obviously some kind of prepping savant, he knows that from Halloween, but this is unreal. The moment Jeongguk starts pushing in Jimin can feel his body opening up to him like a flower unfolding its petals to the sun.

"Fuck," he breathes, arching his back into Jeongguk's chest. "That feels so good."

"Stop stealing my lines, hyung," Jeongguk says, breathless and strained

Jeongguk has his lower arm under Jimin's head under the pillows, and Jimin fumbles around until he finds his hand, lacing their fingers together. It's too intimate, probably, for whatever this is, but Jimin needs an anchor or he might just float right out of his body.

"You good?" Jeongguk asks, squeezing Jimin's fingers.

"I'm fucking fantastic," Jimin responds, clenching down around Jeongguk's cock and making them both moan. He slips his other hand in under the pillows as well, curling it around Jeongguk's wrist. He's going to need all the support he can get.

"Yeah, you are," Jeongguk agrees and then he starts moving, a slow roll of his hips that makes Jimin feel as if he's lost on an ocean of pleasure.

A part of him wants Jeongguk to roll him over and screw him right into the mattress, but the rest of him can't get enough of the way Jeongguk surrounds him like this. The way they can't rush towards the finish line because neither of them has enough leverage for hard and fast.

Jeongguk's free hand slowly moves over Jimin's upper body, cupping his hip, feeling the way his stomach muscles contract whenever Jeongguk hits him just right, thumbing over his nipples until they're as stiff and needy as his cock, but he doesn't slide it down to where Jimin needs it the most. He could do something about it himself, but that would mean letting go of Jeongguk's hand and he doesn't want to.

"You feel so good," Jeongguk murmurs. "I can't believe I'm this lucky."

Jimin has to look at him then. He doesn't fully succeed because the position is too awkward, but Jeongguk somehow surges up to kiss him, chest shifting slickly against Jimin's back, and it's almost as good. I'm the lucky one, he wants to say, but it comes out in moans and gasps, first against Jeongguk's mouth and then, when his neck protests, into the pillows.

Jeongguk buries his face in Jimin's hair breathing heavy against his scalp. Jeongguk's hand is flat on Jimin's stomach now, low enough that the wet head of Jimin's cock keep brushing over Jeongguk's wrist, and he's moving faster, they both are, a push and pull that feels like it’s fucking Jimin's soul right out of his body.

"I'm so close," Jimin manages. "Fuck, I'm–"

He wants Jeongguk's hand on his cock, but he doesn't think he needs it to get there. Not when he can feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, pulling his whole body tight. Jeongguk shifts, finds better leverage, and fucks into him hard and deep just the way he needs until he's throwing his head back, nearly hitting Jeongguk in the face and coming, coming, coming, his whole body seizing up with the force of it.

Only then does Jeongguk move his hand to curl around Jimin's cock, fisting him with the long slow pulls until he's whimpering and over-sensitive. Jeongguk buries his own groan of completion into Jimin's hair body going tight and then loose around Jimin's until he finally stops moving and Jimin has enough sense to ease the white-knuckled death grip he still has on Jeongguk's hand and wrist.

"Holy fuck," he croaks when he finds enough breath to speak.

"Mmm," Jeongguk agrees, wiping his hand rudely on Jimin's abs before he reaches in between them hold the condom while he pulls out.

Jimin's not sure what he does with the condom after, and he would ask but he's kind of busy being rolled over on his back and kissed to within an inch of his life.

"Good morning," Jeongguk says when he pulls back, smiling with his whole face, and he's so gorgeous Jimin wishes he had his phone. Jeongguk is always good looking, but with his cheeks flushed and lips bitten red he's something else. Jimin would like a picture to remember it by.

"Morning." Jimin touches a hand to Jeongguk's flushed cheek and then runs it into his messy hair, pushing it back from his face.

Jeongguk turns his head into the caress, eyelids fluttering. Then he bends down and kisses Jimin's nose and forehead before pressing another kiss to his lips.

"Shower?" he suggests when he pulls back.

"Okay."

They shower together, which is a lot less sexy than it could be because Jimin's shower is barely large enough for one. Then they change the sheets and take turns using the blow dryer and it's so domestic it makes Jimin's heart ache. Once they're dressed and more or less ready for the day they have milk and cereal at the kitchen table.

"I have class at ten," Jeongguk says.

"Yeah," Jimin says, poking at his cereal. "Me too."

"I'll talk to administration after," Jeongguk says. "See if there's a way to get into the dorms."

Jimin wrinkles his nose. "Curfew."

"Yeah, but–" Jeongguk trails off and shrugs, not quite looking at Jimin.

"You can stay here until you figure something out," Jimin says. "I have a spare key and the door code is 0113 this month."

"My birthday is on the first," Jeongguk says. "Of September."

Jimin laughs. "Really? Mine is on the 13th of October."

Jeongguk's eyes curl with his smile and Jimin wishes he had his phone again. It would nice to have some pictures to remember this by when Jeongguk moves out.

"Thank you, hyung," Jeongguk says and he sounds so sincere Jimin doesn't know what to do with himself. "I'll pay you back somehow."

"Don't worry about it."

--

Jimin's apartment is empty when he comes home around 7 p.m. , but it's obvious Jeongguk has at some point been back and left again, because there's a hoodie over the back of one of the chairs that wasn't there this morning and the guitar case has been moved into the corner behind the couch. Stupidly, they didn't exchange numbers, so Jimin can only wonder where Jeongguk is as he showers and changes into comfortable house clothes.

He starts making ramyeon for dinner and wonders if Jeongguk had an umbrella or at least a rain poncho. It had started raining hard just before Jimin got home and it wouldn't do for Jeongguk to catch his death now that Jimin has put a roof over his head for the time being.

His phone beeps.

Fairy prince TaeTae
Want to come over and watch a movie?

Jimin
Just made dinner and I might have a date, unless he's been washed away by a sudden flash flood.

Jimin takes a picture of himself leaning over the bowl of ramyeon and sends that too. Taehyung worries if he doesn't get to personally feed Jimin at least three times a week.

Fairy Prince TaeTae
A date in this economy? On a Wednesday? Tell me everything.

Jimin
I'm not telling you anything. Not a single thing. Go live my dream life and snuggle your hot moody boyfriend plz. Tell him it's from me.

Fairy Prince TaeTae
You're the least fun person I know.

Jimin
Lies. You love me.

Jimin knows he’ll have to tell Taehyung about Jeongguk and this whole thing eventually, but it's not just his story to tell and Taehyung is his best friend in the whole wide world and tends to go all Mama Bear over the guys Jimin dates. For all that Jeongguk is built like a Greek god, he has a personality that folds in a stiff breeze and Taehyung is a hurricane when he puts his mind to it.

Not that Jimin and Jeongguk are dating, but Jimin thinks that maybe he would like for them to be. Jimin’s not very good at dating and he's really bad at finding guys who wants to date the real Jimin, not Jimin the hot, confident, dancer with a teasing glint in his eyes.

The real Jimin is hot and confident, but also prone to insecurities, needy, clingy, and fully aware that he might never have a normal healthy relationship to food or his body. The real Jimin doesn't know how to navigate the space between casual dating and boyfriends. He's always too much too soon or too little too late.

Sometimes he wishes he could make a list of his flaws and hand them out like a business card. On the back it'd say: Here's what you're getting into, think you can handle it? Call me. Love, Jimin. Maybe he'd add a headshot to sweeten the pot. You get all that but this too, look how cute I am.

The doorbell rings and then, after a brief pause, there's sound of a key in the lock. Three people besides Jimin have a key for his apartment: Taehyung, Namjoon, and now Jeongguk. Taehyung and Namjoon would never ring the door bell first, so Jimin assumes it's Jeongguk. Suddenly he feels like an asshole for sitting at the table with the evidence of his solitary dinner. Should he have waited?

The door opens and then Jeongguk reluctantly slithers inside, stepping no further than the welcome mat. He's soaked, hair plastered to his head and water dripping from the cuffs of his hoodie.

"Hi," he says, looking miserable and sheepish. "I went to the gym and then I decided to walk back here but–" He gestures at the window.

Jimin's already moving, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and handing it over. Jeongguk scrubs it over his face and into his hair.

"Come on," Jimin says. "Kick off your shoes and head straight for the shower."

"The floor will get wet," Jeongguk says, raising his chin stubbornly as if he's seriously suggesting he drip dry on the welcome mat.

"It'll dry much faster than you. Shower!" He points at the bathroom door. "Now."

"Yes, Jimin-ssi," Jeongguk says obediently, hint of a smile on his lips.

Jimin rolls his eyes and points even more pointedly. Jeongguk's smiling for real now, which was definitely Jimin's aim, and he kicks his shoes off at last.

"Good boy," Jimin says approvingly and Jeongguk laughs, nose scrunching adorably.

"So tiny," he says, reaching out to ruffle Jimin's hair on the way past. "So bossy."

"Hey," Jimin says, amused.

Jeongguk winks at him, badly, and closes the bathroom door.

I will not let myself get used to this, Jimin tells himself very firmly and then busies himself with preparing water for more ramyeon. If Jeongguk came straight from the gym he must be hungry.

He waits until he hears the bathroom door open to add the noodles, two packages. Jeongguk is a growing boy. He needs fuel.

"I made–" Jimin turns around and the words get stuck in his throat. Jeongguk is naked, in Jimin's living room that is practically a part of his kitchen and also his bedroom, shamelessly entirely naked.

"Huh?" Jeongguk blinks at him all innocent and bunny-like but Jimin's not buying it. He knows. He knows.

"You're very hot," Jimin says, a little dazed.

He's slept with his fair share of dancers and they generally have good bodies but not like Jeongguk. Jeongguk devotes time to building his body the way he wants it, heavy pecs, washboard abs, thick thighs, bulging biceps, great ass, really tiny waist, and, if that wasn't enough, his cock is impressive even when flaccid. Jimin wants to lick him all over.

Jeongguk's cheeks turn pink. "You're one to talk," he mutters.

Then he grabs a pair of checkered pajama pants from his suitcase and pulls them on without underwear and Jimin might never finish a thought again. Jeongguk covers his glorious upper body with an oversized t-shirt, which is terrible, though there’s something very appealing about the way the shirt falls over his pecs. Jimin wants to put his face right between them.

"I made ramyeon," Jimin says, offering Jeongguk the still steaming bowl when he comes around the table into the kitchen area. "I think they might be overdone now. Sorry."

"Thank you, hyung," Jeongguk says, taking the bowl and putting it on the table. Then he takes Jimin's hands and pulls him forward until their chests are touching. "Can I kiss you? I've been thinking about it all day."

"You can kiss me anytime," Jimin says dazedly, tilting his head back to look up at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk's eyes curl with his smile and he bends down until their lips are almost touching. "How can you call me hot when you look like this?" he asks and then he seals their lips together.

Jimin would like to point out that in the last twenty-four hour Jeongguk has literally only seen Jimin at his worst, devoid of makeup, sweaty after practice, puffy from sleep–he would just has to cry or get sick to complete the cavalcade of unflattering visuals– but he's too busy being kissed. When Jeongguk pulls back, he's too dazed to say anything. He puts his face into that spot where Jeongguk's t-shirt bunches a tiny bit between his pecs instead and it's even nicer than he imagined.

Jeongguk presses his face against the crown of Jimin's head and squeezes his fingers. His hair is still wet and water drips on Jimin's shoulders and neck.

"You should dry your hair," Jimin murmurs. "Wet hair's not good for the scalp."

Jeongguk chuckles and lets go of Jimin's hands, but only to wrap his arms around Jimin and give him a good squeeze. "Can I eat first?"

Jimin, having just discovered that heaven is indeed a place on earth and can be found right here in his kitchen, says, "Of course," but also fists his hands into Jeongguk's t-shirt so he doesn't get terrible ideas like moving.

Jeongguk gives him another good squeeze before he, terribly, lets go. Jimin, very reluctantly, does the same, but then Jeongguk takes his hand and says, "Come sit with me," so it's not all bad.

They sit on the same side of the table, close enough that Jimin can lean into Jeongguk's side and accept the occasional bite of soggy noodles. It's exactly the sort of thing Jimin always wanted and therefore should not let himself get used to so soon, not until he knows if Jeongguk feels the same way.

"I talked to the administration at the university," Jeongguk says, after he's inhaled two-thirds of the bowl. "And they put me on the waiting list for a dorm, but the guy who put my name down accidentally-on-purpose let me see the list, probably so I wouldn't get my hopes up. It was a very long list."

"That sucks," says Jimin, who has more or less collapsed fully into Jeongguk's side and doesn't mean it at all.

"Yeah," Jeongguk agrees. He also doesn't sound like he means it very much. "I guess I'll start looking at housing ads."

Jimin wrinkles his nose but doesn't disagree. They’ve been cohabitating for twenty-four hours. He can hardly ask Jeongguk to move in permanently. "What happened with the room you were letting anyway?"

Jeongguk blows out a breath. "Jaehyuk's an asshole, that's all. I used to share a flat with a friend from back home, but he dropped out last semester so I had to find a new place to stay quickly. Jaehyuk was a friend of a friend who had a spare room."

Jimin looks at the way Jeongguk's hands curl around the bowl until they almost turn white and puts a placating hand on his arm.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Jeongguk glances at him and his eyes soften. "It's nothing that bad, really. He just makes me mad. Jaehyuk's bad with money, like really bad, and yesterday he came into my room and was like, if you don't pay me next month's rent plus an increase in advance right now, you're going to have to move out, because I have someone who's ready to move in. I thought he was joking." Jeongguk's mouth quirks. "He was not."

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"I'm sorry," Jimin says, giving into the urge to just wrap as many of his parts as possible around Jeongguk, in this case two arms and a leg.

Jeongguk drops a hand to Jimin's thigh but otherwise doesn't react, chasing the last noodles around the bottom of the bowl.

"It's okay," Jeongguk says when he's done slurping. "In general the last twenty-four hours have been pretty good to me."

He squeezes Jimin's thigh and Jimin melts a little inside, hiding his face against Jeongguk's bicep. "They've been pretty good to me too," he admits.

--

Jimin worries a lot during their first week of cohabitation that he's going to annoy Jeongguk, who is about 800% more introverted and self-contained than Jimin is, right out of his apartment, bed, and life. He just can't help himself. He's a cuddle-seeking missile and Jeongguk is the most tempting target he's ever had.

Tragically enough, Jimin's never really had someone fulfill his need for both platonic and sexual touch at the same time before. He's had a few sexual partners that could realistically be called boyfriends before but he never had this type of around the clock access to them. It's a high he never wants to come down from.

"You know you can tell me to fuck off, right?" Jimin says, a week after he first brought Jeongguk home.

"Huh?"

It's unclear, really, if Jeongguk even noticed when Jimin got home, crawled onto the bed, and settled down to text Taehyung with his head resting against the small of Jeongguk's back. Jeongguk's been stretched out on his stomach diligently working on an essay the entire time, earphones in and his bare feet under the pillows.

He removes one earphone now and gives Jimin a quizzical look.

"You know you can tell me to fuck off, right?" Jimin repeats. "You know, when I get to be too much."

Jeongguk frowns. "This is your place," he points out and Jimin's stomach sinks.

"Right." He swallows. "Of course."

He sits up and shifts around until he's resting against the pillows like a normal person, a foot of space between them. He realizes Jeongguk might feel beholden to him, even though he generously covered nearly half of Jimin's rent he moment he got paid: "for the trouble and the kindness." (Jimin blushed and stammered that he didn't have to and then they had sex about it. It was great.)

Jeongguk's frown deepens and he removes his other earphone as well. Great, now Jimin has managed to disturb his studying too.

"Hyung–" Jeongguk reaches out to wrap his hand around Jimin's ankle, shaking it lightly. "Why did you move? When you're already touching me, I don't have to think about when I'll get my hands on you next. It's much better for my concentration."

"Oh," Jimin says, warmth flooding through his chest and rising in his cheeks. "Uh, that's one of the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"How tragic," Jeongguk says but he looks secretly pleased. "Now come back here."

Jimin does not have to be asked twice, shifting around until he's once again propped up against Jeongguk's side with his feet at the edge of the bed. He looks down at his own toes and tries to temper his smile.

"Much better," Jeongguk says, reaching back to clumsily pat Jimin's arm. "I have a couple of paragraphs to go and then I'll make dinner, okay?"

"Okay," Jimin agrees. Jeongguk insists he likes cooking and Jimin likes eating whatever Jeongguk cooks. It's a very nice cycle of happiness happening in Jimin's kitchen every other night.

Jeongguk slips his earplugs back into his ears and goes back to tapping on his laptop. Jimin clutches his phone to his chest, Taehyung forgotten for now, and allows himself to enjoy the moment. He's not too much. Maybe, for once, he's just enough.

He still brings it back up during dinner, a simple but delicious kimchi fried rice.

"You can tell me to fuck off, though," he says, gesturing with his chopstick. "If I get too touchy-feely. It's okay to need space."

"If I need space, hyung," Jeongguk says, trapping one of Jimin's ankles between both of his under the table. "I will tell you nicely."

"You are too smooth," Jimin says accusingly. "I had no idea you could be this smooth."

"Yeah, well, now that I have easy access to your dick I'm not nearly as hampered by the debilitating crush I've had on you since we met."

Jimin stops chewing. "You had a crush on me?" He thought Jeongguk used to find him overbearing and kind of embarrassing.

"Bold of you to use past tense, hyung." Jeongguk rolls his eyes and stuffs more food into his mouth as if he didn't just tilt Jimin's world on its axis. The thought that Jeongguk might have a crush on him never even crossed his mind. Jeongguk looks up. "Close your mouth, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin snaps his mouth shut.

"You really didn't figure it out?" Jeongguk nose scrunches with his amusement. "I could barely string two words together when you talked to me."

"I just thought you were shy and– kind of uncomfortable in social situations."

Jeongguk shrugs. "Both true but, hyung, I've known you for two years. It's not like you're a stranger. You always tried to include me in conversation and I just wanted to hide under the table because you're so hot and you were being so nice to me. Everyone teases me about it when you're not around."

"Tae's the worst wingman ever," Jimin says, aghast. "Can't believe he didn't tell me. He likes watching me suffer way too much."

Jeongguk laughs. "I bet he thought he didn't have to. It was painfully obvious, hyung. The only one who didn't know was you."

Jimin's offended, probably, or he will be when he's stopped feeling like he's melting. "Eat your food," he grumbles, taking another bite for himself.

Jeongguk laughs again and Jimin's heart feels so, so light.

--

"So are you going to tell me why you're glowing like you swallowed a sun? Does it have anything to do with this mystery man that you're apparently dating?" Hoseok asks as they're getting ready for dance class the next day.

"Tae should stop running his mouth," Jimin says, shifting into a new stretch. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," Hoseok says, nudging Jimin's shoulder hard enough to nearly topple him over. "You've been out of here like a light when class ends all week. It's so out of character for you I would have been worried if you weren't so clearly over the moon about something."

"Shut your mouth, hyung," Jimin grumbles, but he can't help the way he smiles. He is over the moon. Everything about living with Jeongguk is fantastic.

He dreads the day Jeongguk's listless search through housing ads turns up a winner but it's not like he has a realistic counteroffer: Hey Jeonggukie, want to live in my tiny apartment and sleep in my bed with me forever because you're perfect and I've never been this happy? just doesn't cut it. It's the perfect arrangement for an extroverted cuddle-slut like Jimin, not so much for an introvert like Jeongguk and Jimin doesn't want to send him running for the hills.

"Come on, Jimin. You have to give me something. What's he like?"

"I don't know," Jimin says, folding forward until his face is hidden against the floor. "Nice, hot– really good in bed."

He looks up when Hoseok is silent a beat too long.

"Wait, are you fucking JK?"

"What?" Jimin squeaks.

"You are. Oh my god."

"How did you even–"

"I fucking knew it." Hoseok pokes a finger at Jimin's face. "I've only heard you describe someone as really good in bed with that look in your eyes once before. Halloween."

"Oh my god," Jimin says weakly, going back to hiding his face against the floor. "You can't tell anyone, okay? We haven't talked about it."

"Okay." Hoseok reaches out to give Jimin a soothing hair ruffle. "But treat him good, okay? He's really into you."

"Hngnr."

"And talk about it," Hoseok continues, poking at Jimin's neck. "Put on your big boy pants."

--

Jimin was planning on maybe, sort of, tentatively bringing up the nature of their relationship when he got back from the dance studio buoyed by Hoseok's "he's really into you," but when he walks in Jeongguk's sitting on the couch with his laptop on his knees looking like someone kicked his dog. Jimin drops all of his outside things in a heap on the welcome mat and launches himself at him.

"Hey hyung," Jeongguk says, wrapping one arm around Jimin's waist and rescuing his laptop from an uncertain fate with the other. "How was dance class?"

"Good." Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk's neck and climbs fully onto his lap. "How are you?"

"That obvious, huh?" Jeongguk blows out a breath, resting their foreheads together. "It's nothing. I'm just being ridiculous."

"Tell me anyway?"

"We got our end of semester assignment for my photography class and it's a big one, one fourth of the grade. We must use a human subject and the whole project should relate to the theme word: intimacy. Gah." Jeongguk slumps back against the backrest, pulling Jimin with him. "I just really hate using models to portray my emotions. I'm awkward with new people and you can always tell in the pictures."

"I bet all your pictures are beautiful," Jimin says. "You're too hard on yourself."

Jeongguk slips his hands in under Jimin's shirt, resting his palms against Jimin's back. "I don't have a single idea," he says, ignoring Jimin's attempt to placate him. "Usually they start flying away as soon as I hear the theme."

Jimin shifts so that he's leaning more comfortably on Jeongguk's chest, still in a semi-frog pose with his knees in the couch cushions and his elbows resting against back of the couch, hands in Jeongguk's unruly hair.

"Can you use yourself as a subject? You're human."

Jeongguk makes a thoughtful noise sliding his hands up under Jimin's shirt to cover the wings of his shoulder blades.

"Or you could use me." With the subject being what it is it, it feels kind of forward to offer himself as a model, but Jeongguk knows him, at least, and Jimin knows how to ham it up for the camera. He's done some modeling to make extra cash.

Jeongguk's hands still. "You'd let me take your picture?"

"Of course."

Jeongguk sits back up so abruptly it's only Jeongguk's hands on his shoulder blades that keep Jimin from being catapulted right off his lap.

"I'm sure our loser friends would help too. You don't have to shoot people you don't know," Jimin adds.

"They're your friends, hyung," Jeongguk says. "I couldn't ask them something like that."

"They'd be your friends too if you'd let them." Jimin winds Jungkooks's hair around his fingers. "They're very nice. Seokjin-hyung would let you do anything if you promised to help move furniture the next time Namjoon-hyung gets a creative vision."

Jeongguk laughs, sliding his hands down to rest against Jimin's waist. His hands are so big they can almost wrap all the way around Jimin's middle.

"You'd really let me take your picture?" he asks again, as if he can't really believe it.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Jeongguk, you know how much I love attention. Of course you can take my picture. You can take however many pictures you want."

Jeongguk grins so widely his eyes disappear completely. "You're a fucking miracle, hyung," he says and then he kisses Jimin square on the mouth.

They keep kissing, slick and lingering, until Jimin's heart beats a staccato rhythm against his ribcage, breath coming short and hard.

"I love how responsive you are," Jeongguk murmurs, dragging his lips to Jimin's cheek and then his jaw. "Putty in my hands."

"Yeah," Jimin gasps, throwing his head back when Jeongguk latches on to his skin, sucking a mark just below his jaw. "You can do anything to me."

"It's good that I only want to do nice things then," Jeongguk responds, finding Jimin's lips for another kiss while his hands slide up the front of his shirt to thumb at his nipples.

Jimin clings to Jeongguk's shoulders and whines at the back of his throat. He had no idea his nipples were this sensitive before he started sleeping with foreplay king Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk takes way too much pride in his ability to turn Jimin into a whimpering mess before he even gets to the really good stuff.

Jeongguk slides his hands further up, pulling the shirt with him until Jimin has to raise his arms to let him pull it off.

"Oh yeah," Jeongguk says, putting his hands back on Jimin's pecs, thumbs at his nipples. "I like your nipples a completely normal amount."

"Yesterday you said you were an ass man," Jimin points out, breath hitching when Jeongguk flicks at his nipples, sending a zing of pleasure through his stomach.

"It's a very good ass," Jeongguk agrees, eyes still trained on where he's circling Jimin's nipples with his thumbs. He leans in and licks first one nipple and then the other, making Jimin's dick twitch in his sweats, already leaking. He's pretty sure he could actually come from just this, but he's sure as hell never going to tell Jeongguk. He'd take it as a challenge.

"Bet I could make you come like this," Jeongguk murmurs, because he's apparently a mind reader, before he fits his mouth to Jimin's right nipple and sucks, hard.

Jimin lets out a frankly embarrassing whimper and fists his hands into Jeongguk's sweatshirt at his shoulders. Jeongguk's mouth feels so good wherever he puts it, but the way he flicks the tip of his tongue over Jimin's nipple over and over drives him out of his mind.

"Jesus, Ggukie, that feels so good," he pants, hips twitching against nothing. If he could rub off on Jeongguk's abs right now he'd come in fifteen seconds.

Jeongguk bites him, just hard enough to sting, before moving his mouth to the other nipple.

"Holy fuck," Jimin moans and tries to shift closer but the width of the couch and the angle of his body are conspiring against him, keeping Jeongguk's solid body just out of reach. Jimin's not the type to give up, though, and he's a fucking dancer, so he clings to Jeongguk's shoulders and shifts his weight from side to side, walking his knees apart until they're spread obscenely wide and he can finally rub up against Jeongguk's stomach.

Jeongguk lifts his head and shifts his hands to Jimin's ribs, helping support Jimin’s weight as he leans precariously backwards.

"Look at you," he damn near purrs, eyes hooded and dark. "Look at how wet you are."

Jimin doesn't want to but he looks anyway. His sweats are obscenely tented, the thin grey material stained dark around the head of his cock. He's always been a bit embarrassed about how much he leaks when he's really turned on, but Jeongguk doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems to like it.

"I can't believe I get to touch you like this," Jeongguk says, sliding one hand down to rest against Jimin's hip, tantalizingly close to where Jimin really wants it. "You're too hot to be real."

"You just focus on what you were doing," Jimin grumbles, sliding a hand into Jeongguk's hair and pulling him down to his chest. "Don't talk so much." Jeongguk's habit of narrating whatever he's doing is adorable, but also really embarrassing when it's about Jimin. His heart can only take so much.

Jeongguk chuckles but he obediently puts his mouth back on Jimin's nipple, sucking it hard. Jimin lets out a moan that can probably be heard down on the street and arches up into Jeongguk's stomach, finally finding some friction for his aching cock.

It's not easy to balance, rub up against Jeongguk's abs, and remember to breathe at the same time, but Jimin gives it his best shot, probably clinging a little too hard to Jeongguk's head, until Jeongguk takes pity on him, pushing Jimin's sweats down enough to wrap a hand around his cock.

Jimin moans at the back of his throat and pulls Jeongguk up from his chest just in time to kiss him while he comes all over Jeongguk's sweatshirt and his own stomach. He keeps trying to kiss him after, but he's panting too hard to really make it work. Jeongguk indulges him though, dropping kisses all over Jimin's face.

As soon as his heart stops pounding so hard he feels as if he's vibrating with it, Jimin drops a kiss on Jeongguk's lips and slithers to the floor, pushing Jeongguk's knees apart to make room. He probably gets come on the couch, but he invested in a very good fabric cleaner for that very reason.

He rests his elbows on Jeongguk's thighs and looks up, knowing exactly what kind of picture he paints with his cheeks flushed from orgasm and his lips puffy from kisses.

"Is there something you'd like me to do while I'm down here?" He slides his hands up Jeongguk's thighs to his hips, pulling the fabric of his sweats tight over his straining dick. "Anything it all?"

Jeongguk puts a tentative hand to Jimin's head, pushing his hair back from his face.

"You can do anything you want to me, hyung," he says hoarsely.

It's not quite what Jimin was angling for, but Jeongguk's face is already beet red. Jimin thinks if he makes him say it, he might expire from embarrassment. It's kind of funny how he has no problem talking dirty about Jimin, but he absolutely can't ask for anything for himself.

"In that case I think I might suck your cock," Jimin says, curling his fingers into the waistband of Jeongguk's sweats. "Is that okay?"

Jeongguk nods so vigorously it's almost comical, obediently lifting his hips to let Jimin pull his sweats down to the tops of his thighs. He's wearing black boxer briefs underneath and they're doing a very poor job of containing his rock hard cock. Jimin leans forward and puts his whole face to it, dragging his nose up the length of it until he can mouth at where he tip has stained the fabric with precome. Jeongguk lets out a bitten off moan, hips twitching up against Jimin's hands.

Normally, Jimin would take his time, but it's late and they haven't had dinner yet. Jeongguk's love of cooking has made Jimin into a person who expects dinner to be nutritious and served semi-punctually. If Jeongguk receives a mediocre blowjob as a result, it's his own damn fault.

He doesn't even bother taking Jeongguk’s boxer briefs fully off, pulling them down to bunch under Jeongguk's balls, and he slides his mouth over the head, tonguing at the slit.

"Fuck," Jeongguk breathes, resting a hand lightly at the back of Jimin's head.

It's gratifying to feel how hard Jeongguk is already, just from getting Jimin off. His cock is flushed dark and precome beads at the slit for Jimin's eager tongue to lap at. He really likes sucking cock and prides himself on being good at it, and Jeongguk is a delight to please. He tries so hard to be good, to not thrust up into Jimin's mouth, to not grab at his hair. Jimin loves the aborted twitches of his hips and the way his fingers tighten and release against Jimin's scalp.

He also loves the way Jeongguk's cock easily fills his mouth, stretching his lips wide every time his mouth meets the fist he has wrapped around the base. The only downside is that it's so big, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of deepthroating it, but he's sure he'll get there if he just keeps practicing.

"Jimin-ssi," Jeongguk warns, fingers tight against Jimin's scalp. "Close."

Jimin wants to tease him for being so polite during sex, but his mouth is full of cock and he really, really wants to make Jeongguk come. Instead he redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on the way down and rubbing his tongue against the underside of the head on his way up, just the way he's learned that Jeongguk likes.

If Jeongguk wasn’t mostly dressed and the lube lost in the bed somewhere, he'd give him a couple of fingers as well. The hardest he's made Jeongguk come so far was with two strategically applied fingers and his mouth wrapped tight around the head of Jeongguk's cock. Jeongguk had done all the work himself, squirming between Jimin's fingers and his mouth until he came so hard he nearly passed out.

"Jimin-ssi," Jeongguk says again, more urgently. "I'm gonna–"

Jimin goes down deep, deep enough for Jeongguk's cock to nearly choke him, and swallows hard. It's very gratifying how quickly it makes Jeongguk come, his entire body tensing and a long deep groan spilling from his lips. Jimin keeps sucking, gentler now, until Jeongguk makes a pained noise and tugs lightly on his hair.

Only then does he let Jeongguk's cock slip from his mouth, sinking down on his heels and resting his head against Jeongguk's thigh to catch his breath. Jeongguk cards the fingers of one through Jimin's hair, still breathing hard, while the other haphazardly pulls his clothes up to cover his cock.

"I can't believe you're still fully dressed," Jimin says, rolling his head against Jeongguk's thigh to look up at him.

"I can't believe anything that has happened to me in the last week and change," Jeongguk counters, eyes so soft Jimin almost can't stand to keep eye contact.

"I guess it's been pretty good," Jimin admits, face feeling hot. It's probably too early to admit how happy he is. He doesn't even feel self-conscious about being a shirtless heap at Jeongguk's feet with his cock still hanging out of his pants because Jeongguk is looking at him like he's something special.

He does, however, start feeling self-conscious when Jeongguk finds his phone somewhere in the couch cushions and snaps a couple of quick pictures of his face.

"Don't," he whines, batting at the phone. "I look awful."

"You look perfect," Jeongguk says absently, staring at the picture. Jimin can almost see the gears turning in his head and he suddenly has a terrible feeling Jeongguk's professor will end seeing him like this, barefaced and sweaty with puffy red lips.

"I really hope my cock's out of the picture," he says, slumping further into Jeongguk's thigh.

"It's just your face."

Jeongguk turns the phone around to show Jimin the picture and it really is just his face, Jeongguk's hand in his hair and enough context to make it obvious Jimin is resting against his thigh. It's weird but he somehow looks different from Jeongguk's perspective, better. It makes him feel too much so he rubs his cheek against Jeongguk's thigh and whines, "Gguk-ah, I'm hungry."

"Mmm," Jeongguk agrees, which means he's not listening at all. It's funny how much you can learn about a person in just over a week.

Jimin sighs and musters enough energy to pull his pants up. There's still come on his stomach and he didn't shower after practice, but Jeongguk is still toying absently with his hair, so he cuddles closer and allows himself to enjoy it while Jeongguk hums happily to himself and fiddles with his phone one-handed. He can get up in a minute.

--

They’ve bumped into each other at school many times before, but somehow Jimin is fully unprepared to turn a corner and nearly walk straight into Jeongguk and a couple of his classmates.

"Sorry," he says, talking half a step back. "I wasn't looking where I was– Oh!"

For a long uncomfortable moment Jimin and Jeongguk just stare at each other. Jeongguk's holding a coffee cup and has a bucket hat pulled down over his hair. He looks lovely. Jimin would very much like to hug him, maybe hide his face into his neck for moment, but he doesn't know if that's allowed.

"Here." Jeongguk presses his coffee cup into Jimin's hands without warning. Jimin takes it mostly because he's too startled not to. It's heavy and very warm, so Jeongguk must have just bought whatever it is. "Okay, see you later," Jeongguk says, giving Jimin's bicep an abrupt squeeze before he turns on his heel and walks back the way he came from. One of his classmates keep step with him, the other, a sweet looking girl with purple bangs, lingers.

"You have to excuse him," she says quickly, glancing over her shoulder. "He gets really nervous around hot guys." She takes a step back, clearly on her way to rejoin Jeongguk and their other friend. "It's a vanilla latte, by the way. He just bought it." She smiles at him and turns on her heel, hurrying to catch up to the others.

"What the fuck just happened?" Jimin asks no one at all and looks down on the cup. A little bit of coffee has splashed on the lid from the rough handling and he tentatively puts his tongue to it. It's very sweet, but sweet coffee is better than no coffee, so he takes a careful sip before he takes out his phone and sends off a text to Jeongguk.

Jimin
Thanks for the coffee?!?

JK
I'M SORRY. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I SAW YOU AND COMPLETELY FORGOT YOU LET ME TOUCH YOUR DICK NOW.

JK
PS. You look very hot today.

Jimin
😳 💖

He laughs and slips his phone back into his pocket. At least Jeongguk isn't embarrassed to be seen with him.

--

"I can't believe you're gracing me with you presence," Taehyung says, running his fingers through Jimin's hair. Jimin's only been at Taehyung’s for ten minutes, but he wasted no time putting his head in Taehyung's lap. He needs petting and Taehyung will only provide if it’s convenient to him. "What's loverboy up to tonight?"

"Dunno," Jimin says sullenly because he doesn't and he hates it. He’d clearly annoyed Jeongguk by interrupting while he was working and then Jeongguk had gone out without saying anything while Jimin was in the shower. He could text and ask, but he's trying to not be clingy. They’re not even boyfriends. Jeongguk can do what he wants.

"Awwww." Taehyung ruffles his hair, probably messing up the style beyond recognition. "Are you overreacting or should I send Yoongi-hyung out for some ice cream?"

Jimin sighs. "Probably overreacting." He rolls over on his back to look up on Taehyung. It's unfair he looks good even from this angle, chin sharp and nose an elegant point.

"You really like this guy, don't you?" Taehyung asks, resting a hand on Jimin's chest.

"Yeah," Jimin admits.

"And you still won't tell me who it is?"

Jimin rolls his head back and forth in a shake.

"You know, the list of people you'd have reason to hide from me is very short. It isn't Hoseok-hyung is it?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "No."

"Are you sure? Because he's been avoiding me and we both know he's crap with secrets."

"He's still sort of dating that guy from Ulsan, remember?"

"Oh right." Taehyung's eyes narrow. "Wait, he knows, doesn't he? That's why he's avoiding me." He pinches Jimin's side hard. "How could you? I'm your best friend."

"He figured it out," Jimin whines, cringing away from Taehyung's hand.

"Fine, I'm just going to guess everyone we know." He sucks in a breath as if to start listing, and as Jeongguk is bound to be near the top of the list, Jimin bats at his shoulder.

"Please don't," he begs. "I'd tell you but– it's not just my story, okay? I don't want to break his trust before I even know if I have it."

Taehyung stares at him with narrowed eyes for a moment but then he deflates. "Okay, but you better have the talk soon. I hate not knowing every single thing about you. I tell you everything."

"You tell me too much. Some things you could keep to yourself for the sake of my innocent soul and Yoongi-hyung's dignity."

"Innocent soul, right. You wouldn't be so hung up on this guy if he didn't fuck like a champ."

Jimin's helpful brain provides him with at least three times in the last week he's been fucked so good he cried and a couple of times it was really close. "He really does," he admits, probably going a bit starry eyed and red-cheeked. "Twelve out of ten."

"JK." Taehyung laughs, obviously delighted. "You're fucking JK."

"Nooo," Jimin whines and turns so that he can hide his face into Taehyung's stomach. If only he'd kept his big mouth shut about Halloween, none of this would be happening.

"Stop rolling around on my dick," Taehyung says, slapping Jimin's arm.

"I'm not rolling around on your dick," Jimin lies, even though there's definitely dick happening somewhere around his left cheek.

"You won't be able to distract me with an erection."

"I'm not trying to give you an erection." Jimin rolls back over. "I hate being your friend."

"Whatever’s happening here, I don't want to know."

Jimin looks up to find Yoongi standing in the doorway to the living room. He's wearing skinny black jeans and an oversized t-shirt, looking moody and hot. As usual.

"I was just–"

Yoongi raises a hand. "I meant it. I really don't want to know. You should talk to Jeongguk though. He's wondering where you are."

Yoongi disappears into the kitchen and Jimin looks back at Taehyung. "Yoongi-hyung knows?"

Taehyung stares at the kitchen door. "Apparently–babe!" Taehyung cruelly dumps Jimin's head onto the couch cushions and heads for the kitchen. "You knew?"

Jimin blinks up at the ceiling and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his pants. It takes some finagling since the phone is really too large for the miniscule pocket. Jimin might have picked these pants up in the women's department.

JK
Hey, I don't know where you are but I'm making Kimchi Jjigae for dinner if you want some.

JK
Sorry if I was boring earlier. I just really had to finish an assignment and then I went to pick up groceries at the corner store. Thought I'd be back before you were out of the shower. You're fast. 😊

Jimin
It's not that I'm fast, it's that you're really slow. 😂 I'm with Taehyung but it doesn't look like he's going to feed me. I'll be home in a bit.

JK
❤

Jimin stares at the heart and resists the urge to clutch the phone to his chest.

--

Jimin has a strategy for looking at rooms with Jeongguk: say as little as possible. He doesn't want Jeongguk to move out but he also doesn't want to feel as if he's somehow manipulating him, making him see flaws where there are none. Not that the current prospective room lacked flaws, it was in fact nothing but flaws, but still.

"What did you think?" Jeongguk asks after they've finally made it out of the claustrophobically cramped apartment and onto the front step.

Jimin takes a deep breath of cold non-dusty air and shrugs. "I don't know."

"You are the least helpful," Jeongguk says, clearly amused. "Come on, hyung. You can say it."

"It was kind of dusty, I guess."

"And?"

Jimin gives him an annoyed look. "Small. It was small."

Jeongguk laughs. "You're so cute when you get heated. You can give me your honest opinion, you know. I can take it."

"Fine. You're moving into that asthma attack waiting to happen over my dead body." Jimin has a plan but he's so bad at sticking to it.

Jeongguk laughs again and links their arms together. "I'm glad we're in agreement," he says, leading Jimin down the front steps and onto the sidewalk. "Lunch?"

Jimin resists the urge to lean his head against Jeongguk's shoulder like a loser, way too happy about another bullet dodged. "Lead the way."

--

After a month of accidental cohabitation, Jimin has never been so well-fucked in his life. He feels as if he's floating on constant cloud of endorphins. But right now, he needs rest.

"Jeongguk, please," Jimin whines as Jeongguk rolls on top of him, hard again after orgasm three, or maybe hard still. Jimin sort of lost track of things after orgasm two. "Hyung is tired."

He reaches for Jeongguk's cock anyway, stroking it, rubbing his thumb through the wetness gathering at the slit and pulling a moan from Jeongguk's mouth. Jeongguk, asshole that he is, is flushed and beautiful and somehow still thrumming with energy, bracing himself over Jimin and fucking into his fist with quick snaps of his hips.

"You got this," he murmurs, and then he leans down for a sloppy kiss and comes all over Jimin's stomach.

Jeongguk collapses on top of him, breathing hard against Jimin's ear and it's not half as uncomfortable as it should be. Jimin likes being smothered into the mattress by Jeongguk's larger body, so sue him.

"You're going to be the death of me," Jeongguk says, as if he was not the instigator of this particular marathon sex session. Sure, Jimin might have been waiting for him in booty shorts and a crop top still riled up after a good practice session, but the rest was all Jeongguk.

"But what a way to go," Jimin mumbles. He feels drunk, but he hasn't had a drop all week, he's barely had a drop all month. He's been busy.

"Mmm," Jeongguk agrees, kissing Jimin's ear before he rolls off him and reaches for the camera that has taken up permanent residence on the nightstand.

He snaps a couple of pictures of Jimin's face, adjusts the settings and snaps a couple of more. His collection of pictures of Jimin, post-sex and otherwise, keeps growing. He looks cute when he's concentrating, adjusting settings and moving around to get the angle he wants, still naked and covered in come.

Jeongguk puts the camera away and sinks back onto the bed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jimin's mouth before he shifts to get the baby wipes that live on the nightstand now. He gives Jimin a thorough rub down before he sloppily wipes the come and lube off himself, leaning over Jimin again to drop the wipes into an easy to reach trashcan. There have been some changes to Jimin's apartment over the last few weeks, easy to reach cleaning supplies and a bedside trashcan being two of them. Why wake up stuck together if you don't have to?

"I'm looking at another room tomorrow, want to come?" Jeongguk asks when he settles back down, head next to Jimin's on the pillow and one arm draped across his chest.

"Can't," Jimin says. "I'm helping Hoseok-hyung out at the studio tomorrow."

"Oh, right. You told me that."

Jeongguk tightens his arm, pulling Jimin a little closer.

Jimin doesn't want him to move out but so far every place Jeongguk's looked at, alone or with Jimin, has been beyond sketchy. Not a lot of rooms to let that'll suit a student budget open up during the semester and when they do they're generally not suitable for human life. One place they looked at was a literal cupboard under the stairs, very Harry Potter.

"You're going to work for Hoseok-hyung, right, when you graduate?" Jeongguk asks.

"Yeah," Jimin says, covering Jeongguk's arm across his chest with one of his hands, to keep him close or just to touch him he's not sure. "I want to teach dance. Nicely."

He runs his fingers over the fine hairs on Jeongguk's arm. Jeongguk’s never asked why they're in the same year even though Jimin is two years older, and he wants Jeongguk to know everything about him, even the ugly bits.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks.

"Anything," Jeongguk says. He sounds like he means it.

"I auditioned for an idol company while I was still in high school," Jimin says. "I went to a performing arts high school here in Seoul–it's how I met Tae–and my teachers were really nice. They kept encouraging me to audition because they knew it was my dream, so I did."

Jeongguk shifts closer, wrapping more of his limbs around Jimin until he's securely cocooned.

"I made it. Signed a contract with a smaller company and threw myself into the trainee life. It was brutal. There were ten of us in total, but they only planned for a group of five, so right from the start it was dog-eat-dog. Everything that should have brought us closer just put us at odds with each other, and the trainers played favorites. There was this one guy, Chihwan, who was so clearly the golden boy, good at dancing, good at singing, skinny. I envied him so much."

Jimin shakes his head and even though it's been years there's a lump in his throat that makes it hard to talk.

"I was good at dancing but I'd never received any vocal training, and I still had enough baby fat that they were constantly on my case about my weight. I practiced and practiced and practiced and starved and I poured my heart and soul into doing my very best and it never seemed to be enough."

Jimin turns on his side, snuggling deeper into Jeongguk's embrace. It still hurt to talk about it even though he's had therapy and made peace with it.

"One by one people quit, or were asked to leave, until there were only six of us left. By then I'd poured two years of my life into that company and the group, but I hadn't made a single friend. I tried in the beginning, too hard probably, but we were so conditioned to fight for everything that we could barely stand each other most of the time. It certainly didn't help that by then I really didn't have any doubts about my sexuality and I was terrified anyone would find out."

He puts his hands on Jeongguk's chest and breathes for a moment, faces flashing before his eyes. Chihwan, Jinsun, Jaejoon, Changwoo, Hanjae, Sanghoon, Minseok, Namgi, Kiwoo. He hates that he can barely remember was Kiwoo looked like and that he probably wouldn't recognize him if he met him now. He'd been the first to go.

"Then I woke up one morning and Chihwan was gone. He'd left. There were only five of us left and we'd made it. I should have been ecstatic, but instead I couldn't stop crying. They put a contract before me and all I could see when I looked at it was misery. I'd achieved my dream but I didn't want it anymore. I think I have Tae to thank for making me realize it. He was my lifeline, my one connection to a life outside the madness, if I hadn't had that–I don't even know."

Jimin swallows.

"I didn't even like dancing anymore. I think I was worse at it after two years of brutal training than I was when I joined because they'd made me doubt my every move. Tae has a picture of me, from the day after I showed up at his door and I'm looking at the camera but it's like you can see right through me. I wasn't even there."

Jimin breathes out shakily, eyes damp. "I did and said so many things back then I wish I could take back. I moved back home for a while and I was terrible to my parents, terrible to Tae, and terrible to myself until my parents made me see a therapist." Jimin bites at his lip because certain things are hard to talk about. "I think they hoped that maybe it would–I came out to them when I came home, screamed it in their face to push them away, and I really think they sent me to therapy hoping it would fix that too. They've come to terms with it now but it's–I know they still wish a different life for me."

Jimin curls his hands against Jeongguk's chest. It is nice to feel like a very small thing held by something large and safe. They’re almost the same size, but when Jimin tucks himself into Jeongguk's chest and Jeongguk holds him tight, he feels small and precious and protected.

"Once I got my head on somewhat straighter, I applied for uni and moved back to Seoul. I found my love for dance again, and at some point in the future I think I might like to work for an idol company to make sure the trainees have a better time than I had."

Jeongguk is quiet for a long moment, stroking Jimin's back.

"I don't know what I want to do," Jeongguk admits, and Jimin shifts back enough to look at him. "I like–telling stories, I guess, with pictures or video, but I don’t really have a goal? I want to get better. At everything." Jeongguk's quiet for a moment. "I always feel like I should be doing better."

"You're doing really well," Jimin says, reaching out to cup Jeongguk's cheek. "And it's okay to not have a goal or to have so many you can't fulfill them all. You'll figure it out." He smiles. "You're just a baby after all."

Jeongguk snorts but then he leans in to kiss Jimin so softly Jimin's surprised he doesn't melt all over the sheets.

"I'm glad you told me all that," Jeongguk says when they pull apart. "I want to know everything about you."

"You might regret that," Jimin says, pushing Jeongguk over on his back so he can snuggle up properly.

"Nah." Jeongguk wraps an arm around Jimin's waist and pulls the covers up to their shoulders. "I really don't think so."

Jimin listens to the steady thump of Jeongguk's heart for a moment before he murmurs, "I want to know everything about you too," and he doesn't think he's ever meant anything more.

--

Jimin is late home from the dance studio the next day. He ended up having dinner with Hoseok, along with Seokjin and Namjoon, who were in the neighborhood, after they were done, and it's nearly eleven p.m. when he finally makes it through the door. Jeongguk's on the couch, headphones on and laptop on his knees, by the look of concentration on his face, he's editing.

Jimin watches him as he takes his shoes off and hangs up his jacket. Jeongguk's so deeply focused on whatever he's doing Jimin doesn't think he's even noticed Jimin's home. He needs a real computer to be able to do his school work properly, Jimin decides.

Jeongguk has a desktop computer carefully packed into one of the massive boxes still stacked against the wall, but there's nowhere to set it up in Jimin's apartment . Jimin knows he misses it, both for video editing and games, even if he's never came out and said it. He uses the computer lab at school sometimes, but it would be so much more convenient for him if he could set up the computer he actually owns. If Jeongguk's going to stick around, and it feels like he might, they're going to need a desk.

It's hard to figure out how a desk would fit, though. The apartment is tiny and all the available space is taken by the couch, dining table and bed. They've shoe-horned Jeongguk's clothes into Jimin's closet, just so that they could get the suitcase out of the way but there's not a lot to do for the rest of Jeongguk's stuff.

Maybe they don't need the couch.

"We should get a desk," Jimin decides, the sound of his voice startling Jeongguk so badly he almost drops the laptop.

"What?" Jeongguk asks, sliding the headphones down to his neck.

"We should get a desk, so you can set up your computer."

Jeongguk blinks and then looks around. "I don't think we'll be able to fit a desk in here, hyung."

"We could if we got rid of the couch."

Jimin crosses the floor and joins Jeongguk on the couch. It's a very nice couch, if a bit on the small side, but he's not that attached to it.

"You like the couch," Jeongguk points out, leaning over to give Jimin a kiss. "Did you eat? There are leftovers in the fridge."

"I'm good," Jimin says, shifting closer so that he can cuddle up to Jeongguk's side and watch the screen. "And I like you more than I like the couch."

Jeongguk scrunches his nose and ducks his chin, glancing at Jimin sideways. He's very cute.

Jeongguk's editing one of his many pictures of Jimin's post-sex face. Jimin's smiling, hazy eyed and red-cheeked in the picture. He very much looks like someone just showed him a very good time. Troye Sivan's “Wild” plays softly from Jeongguk's headphones, still hanging around his neck, and Jimin hums along quietly, leaning his cheek against Jeongguk's shoulder.

"I look like a mess," he says, because he does, sort of. His hair is going every which way, visibly sweaty at hairline, and there are red spots all over his neck from the heat and Jeongguk's mouth.

"You look beautiful." Jeongguk turns his head and presses a kiss into Jimin's hair.

Jimin cuddles a little closer, slipping an arm around Jeongguk's back. "Show me the others?"

"Sure." Jeongguk minimizes the editing program and Jimin can feel the moment he tenses up because his wallpaper is a picture of Jimin.

"Ggukie," Jimin says gleefully. "Did you make me your wallpaper?"

"No," Jeongguk lies unconvincingly, cheeks bright red.

It's a really good picture. Jimin looks great; he can't believe he's looking at himself. Arms spread, one leg bent, smiling up at Jeongguk and the camera. It's not one of the post-sex pictures, it's taken at the studio and Jimin is wearing his usual dance gear of slim-cut sweats and a t-shirt, the top of his hair in a silly little pony tail and his cheeks still flushed with exertion.

"You're a really good photographer," Jimin says.

"I had a really good subject."

Jimin ducks his chin. He likes compliments but he's not used to someone providing them so freely.

"You're so cheesy," he mutters, to cover up the squirmy feeling at the pit of his stomach.

Jeongguk glances at him sideways and bounces Jimin's head lightly where it's resting against his shoulder.

"You love it."

Jimin thinks, I'm pretty sure I love all of you. It's not as terrifying as he thought it would be.

--

"How was the room?" Jimin asks the next morning as they get breakfast ready. Jeongguk didn't mention it last night and Jimin forgot to ask.

Jeongguk drops the plate he's washing with a clatter. "Shit," he hisses and then. "It's fine."

"The room?"

"What? No? The plate. The plate is fine. The room was– you know."

Jimin turns to look at him but Jeongguk's still bent over sink.

"Bad?" he suggests.

"Uh huh."

Jimin has never seen anyone wash a plate with such fervor.

"Better or worse than the cupboard under the stairs?"

Jeongguk finally rinses the plate and puts it on the drying rack.

"Better," he says, reaching out to turn off the water. "It was better but– shit, I'm gonna be late."

"Told you to leave the dishes," Jimin singsongs because he did.

"Can it, hyung," Jeongguk says, coming over to grab Jimin's face with his still wet hands, landing a smacking kiss on his lips. "See you tonight."

Jimin just stands there, a little dazed, watching as Jeongguk shoves his feet in his boots, puts on his puffer jacket, grabs his backpack and disappears out the door in record time. He almost wants to touch his lips as if he's the hero of a romance novel. His cheeks are still wet where Jeongguk grabbed them and he can still feel the ghost of Jeongguk's lips against his. He's in so deep.

--

Jeongguk is weird that evening. It’s probably because they're having dinner with Taehyung and the hyungs for the first time as – whatever they are – but he can't shake the feeling that there’s more to it.

"You okay?" Jimin asks as they walk side by side towards the restaurant, one of their favorite barbeque haunts located just a couple of blocks from Jimin's apartment.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?" Jeongguk asks, way too quickly.

They're walking close enough that their arms keep brushing and Jimin would really like to hold Jeongguk's hand, but he’s not sure if it would be welcome right now.

"You're acting a bit–nervous."

"Well, I'm meeting your friends. Of course I'm nervous." Jeongguk smoothes his hands down the front of his oversized puffer jacket as if that's going to make it lie flatter.

"You know them better than you knew me five weeks ago," Jimin points out, rolling his eyes. "You text with Yoongi-hyung every day."

"He's my TA."

"So you only talk about class?"

"Of course not but–what if they don't like me?"

"What are you even talking about? They already like you."

"For you. What if they don't like me for you?"

Jimin's heart nearly stops and then takes off in a wild gallop as if to make up for lost time. Stomach full of butterflies, he reaches out and takes Jeongguk's hand. Jeongguk doesn't pull away, he clumsily curls his gloved fingers around Jimin's.

"It's more likely they won't like me for you," Jimin says, squeezing Jeongguk's fingers. He feels so light he needs to be anchored to the earth. "My track record with–uh–this sort of thing is not great and everyone knows you're a good boy."

"I'm not that good," Jeongguk says. "And you're literally perfect."

Jimin gives up on walking and simply floats the rest of the way to the restaurant, Jeongguk's hand held tight in his.

--

Dinner is a rambunctious affair. It usually is, but the fact that it's Friday and the beer and soju are flowing freely makes it doubly so.

"I can't believe you finally got your shit together," Seokjin says, many glasses in. "Congratulations losers." He raises his glass in a toast. "To Jimin for bringing more muscle into our friend-group. Finally someone who can do some real heavy lifting. Joonie-baby, we're ready to move the big dresser whenever inspiration strikes."

They all laugh and raise their glasses. Jimin lets himself tip even further into Jeongguk's side, muttering: "told you so," under his breath.

"Shut it," Jeongguk says, jostling him playfully, but he's smiling so bright it makes Jimin's chest ache.

"They're gonna kiss," Taehyung singsongs, because he's literally the worst.

"Are not," Jimin whines.

Jeongguk leans down and presses their lips together. "Are too," he says when he pulls back, eyes sparkling, and Jimin really has to kiss him some more.

"Gross," Yoongi says and immediately gets shushed from four different directions. Jimin loves his friends, he really, really does.

--

Jimin is drunk when they leave the restaurant, not falling down drunk, but definitely can't-walk-in-a very-straight-line drunk, and Jeongguk's not faring much better.

"That was good, right?" Jeongguk asks, winding an arm around Jimin's shoulders. "They liked me."

Jimin rolls his eyes, slipping his arm around Jeongguk's waist. "Yes, they liked you. It's impossible not to like you. People who haven't even met you yet already like you."

Jeongguk giggles. "But what about you, hyung, do you like me?"

Jimin pinches Jeongguk's side. "I almost never fuck people I don't like," he says haughtily. Then he glances at Jeongguk and realizes he actually looks worried. He's such a fool. "Of course I like you. I like you a lot."

Jeongguk beams, and Jimin really has no defense for that smile, the one that transforms his entire face. "I like you too," Jeongguk says, tucking Jimin even closer into his side. "A lot."

"So, uh–" Jimin toys with the puffy down of Jeongguk's jacket, trying to gather his courage. "Are we, you know, boyfriends now?"

He doesn't look at Jeongguk while he waits for an answer. He honestly doesn't even breathe.

"If you want to be that would be–I'd like that a lot," Jeongguk says, words nearly tumbling over each other. "I–uh–I've never really done that. The whole relationship thing, I mean."

Jimin finally lets himself look at Jeongguk. He’s adorably nervous, as if he thinks Jimin's going to withdraw his offer now that he knows Jeongguk's never competed for boyfriend of the year.

"I've tried," Jimin admits. "But I haven't been very good it. Maybe we can learn together?"

"I'd like that," Jeongguk says and his smile is brighter than the sun.

--

They start kissing the moment they're through the door, leaving a trail of clothes from the door to the bed that they'll trip over in the morning. Jimin is on fire. He wants to make Jeongguk come to hard he forgets he's ever touched anyone else. He wants him to come so hard he stays forever. It's a lot to ask of an orgasm, but goddamnit he's going to try.

"Hyung," Jeongguk gasps, when Jimin pushes him down on the bed and starts working his way down Jeongguk's body. "What are you–"

"Just let me make you feel good," Jimin murmurs, trailing his lips down Jeongguk's chest. He pauses to lap one of Jeongguk's nipples into a hard, tight peak and Jeongguk lets out a shuddering breath, one hand coming up to rest on Jimin's head. "I want you to feel so good you forget you ever had anyone else."

"Fuck, hyung," Jeongguk gasps when Jimin bites down lightly on his nipple. "There's no competition."

Jimin keeps moving downwards, mouthing over Jeongguk's abs, tonguing at his navel, until his torso is bracketed by Jeongguk's spread thighs and his mouth is on Jeongguk's still clothed cock, tonguing the slit through Jeongguk's boxer brief.

"Jimin," Jeongguk moans, hips lifting off the bed and thighs squeezing Jimin's sides. "Fuck."

Jimin really, really likes sucking cock. He could suck Jeongguk off and get himself off humping the mattress, but he wants to come with Jeongguk inside of him. He wants Jeongguk to watch him as he comes. Jeongguk is his boyfriend now. He's allowed to be greedy.

He still pulls Jeongguk's boxer briefs down and sucks his cock into his mouth. He keeps sucking, hearing Jeongguk making needy half aborted noises, until he's so turned on himself he'd come if someone breathed on him right, and his mouth floods with bitter precome.

Jeongguk whines when he pulls off with a wet pop, fingers tight in Jimin's hair. "I'm so close, hyung. Please."

"Not yet," Jimin says sternly and Jeongguk shivers all over.

While he waits for them both to calm down, he pulls Jeongguk's boxer briefs fully off and wriggles out of his own.

"Come here." Jeongguk reaches out and Jimin goes willingly, letting himself be pulled into Jeongguk's arms and kissed hard. They don’t stop at kissing, soon rutting against each other and right back where they started.

"No," Jimin says when he feels Jeongguk's movements get sloppy and he's breathing too hard to kiss properly. "I said not yet."

Jeongguk stops breathing for a second and his eyes get so so dark, then he stops moving altogether, seemingly melting into the bed.

"Good boy," Jimin says approvingly, pressing another kiss to his lips.

"Mmmm," Jeongguk agrees hazily. "I like it when you boss me around."

"Good," Jimin says, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and pressing it into one of Jeongguk's hands. "Prep me."

When Jeongguk’s three fingers deep, rubbing over his prostate in a way that’s really hard to ignore, he pants, “That’s enough. Jeongguk.”

"I could make you come like this," Jeongguk says dreamily, eyes trained on Jimin's cock, flushed and slick with precome and standing tall against his stomach.

"You have made me come like this," Jimin mumbles, unable to stop himself from pushing back against Jeongguk's fingers. "But I want to come with you inside me."

Jeongguk reluctantly pulls his fingers out and Jimin rolls a condom down his cock with shaking fingers. Jeongguk slicks himself with some extra lube and then Jimin shifts into position until the head of Jeongguk's cock noses against his hole.

He watches Jeongguk look at where their bodies are about to connect and drag his eyes up Jimin's body to his face in a way that feels like a caress. Jimin holds his gaze and plants his hands on Jeongguk's chest as he slowly starts to sink down, taking Jeongguk inside of him, inch by inch.

"Easy," Jeongguk breathes, hands tight on Jimin's thighs. "Don't hurt yourself."

"You're not that big," Jimin lies, even though his breath sticks in his throat with how full he feels.

"Liar," Jeongguk says, eyes crinkling with his smile. "You think I'm huge."

"Fuck," Jimin groans when he's fully seated. "I really do."

He must look wild, braced on Jeongguk's chest with his hair hanging in his eyes, his eye makeup almost certainly smudged and his whole body on display. Jeongguk's watching him like he's precious, and there's something heady about it, his gaze is always so gentle and unwavering.

"You're so fucking special," he says as he starts moving, lifting himself up a few inches before he sinks back down. "No one's ever treated me the way you do."

He didn't mean for this to turn into honesty hour but he's drunk and horny and so fucking happy. Jeongguk is his boyfriend now. Jeongguk is– he sits back down hard, wrenching moans from both himself and Jeongguk.

"You're my boyfriend," he says and suddenly he can't stop smiling.

Jeongguk laughs and pulls at Jimin's elbows until he bends them enough for Jeongguk to tug him into a kiss.

"You're not making any sense, baby," he murmurs against Jimin's lips. "But I like it."

Jimin moans because this is a very good position for him personally and also because Jeongguk called him “baby.” He likes that. A lot. He keeps moving, a bit haphazard and erratic, until it simply feels too good and he has to break the kiss to arch his back and brace himself against Jeongguk's chest again.

"You gonna come, baby," Jeongguk pants. "You gonna come like this?"

"Ye–yeah." Jimin bites down on his lower lip and changes the angle slightly, letting out a loud moan when he gets it just right.

"Make yourself come," Jeongguk gasps, eyes dark and burning with passion. "Let me watch you."

Jimin bites down on his lower lip and arches his back just so, rocking back and forth on Jeongguk's cock until the pressure in his loins is almost unbearable.

"Close," he moans. "Fuck, I'm going to–"

He lets out a long low groan, coming all over Jeongguk's stomach and chest. As always, Jeongguk curls a hand around him at just the right moment, drawing the pleasure out until it's almost painful. Then he lets go, thrusting up one, two, three times before he comes with a shout, the hand still on Jimin's thigh tightening almost painfully.

Jimin takes a moment to catch his breath before he says: "Hobi-hyung teases me relentlessly whenever I show up to practice with fingerprint bruises, you know."

He puts his hand over Jeongguk's where Jeongguk is still holding on to his thigh.

"Sorry," Jeongguk says. He doesn't sound sorry and he certainly doesn't look it. He looks flushed and happy and as if he's about fifteen seconds away from falling asleep.

"You're not," Jimin grumbles, reaching down to hold onto the condom while he pulls off Jeongguk's dick. He drops the condom in the trash can and reaches for the wet wipes, carefully wiping Jeongguk's chest, stomach and cock, before he stretches out beside him, putting his head down on Jeongguk's shoulder.

They need to get up and clean their teeth and crawl in under the covers but it can wait. For now he just wants to enjoy the moment.

--

Jimin wakes up to an empty bed and a headache. One of those things he definitely deserves: he should have gone for a bottle of water instead of a second round of sex. The other is an insult. He very reluctantly scoots to the edge of the bed, bringing one of the blankets with him and wrapping it around himself as he stands up. He shuffles around the edge of the privacy screen and immediately spots Jeongguk sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands.

"You okay?" he asks, stopping dead in his tracks when Jeongguk looks up. He looks miserable and Jimin doesn't think it's just the hangover. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Jeongguk says. Then he makes a face and looks down at the table. "Kind of?"

Jimin's stomach turns itself into knots. He wasn't nauseous getting up, but he's definitely nauseous now. He licks his lips nervously and shuffles a couple of steps closer.

"Did you–" He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. "Did you change your mind? About us I mean?"

He hates the words even as he's saying them.

"What? No, of course not." Jeongguk jumps up so fast the chair topples over and Jimin's more than happy to shuffle right into his arms.

"Don't scare me like that," he mumbles into Jeongguk's neck. "I'm hungover."

"I'm sorry," Jeongguk says, even though it's not really his fault that Jimin immediately went for the worst possible scenario. "It's just–I got a text about the room I looked at. It's mine if I want it."

"Oh." Jimin says, shifting his grip on the blanket so that he can also hold on to Jeongguk's t-shirt. "I thought you said it was bad."

"Yeah–uh–I lied."

Jimin pulls back enough to give Jeongguk a narrow eyed look. Jeongguk's cheeks are bright red and he looks distraught.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I just– I didn't want to move out. I know that's horrible of me but–"

"I like ‘baby’ better than ‘hyung’– and that's okay," Jimin interrupts, relief flooding his system. "I don't want you to move out. 24-hour access to your nubile body is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Jeongguk smiles so prettily Jimin nearly swoons. "You don't think it's too fast?"

Jimin shrugs. It makes the blanket slip off his shoulder and pool at his feet. "We might want to look at a bigger place so we can have both a couch and a desk, but I like living with you. It seems stupid for you to move out just so we can move back together at some later point. I mean, if we stay together that long."

Jeongguk cups Jimin's face between his hands, still smiling that damnable smile. "I think we will," he says before he leans in for a kiss.

Jimin doesn't get to answer because his mouth is full of minty fresh tongue–Jeongguk really has to stop doing that, the asshole–but he thinks so too. He has faith in them.

--

Three weeks later

"I need a final picture for my photography project," Jeongguk says, grabbing his camera off the nightstand.

"Okay." Jimin's used to having a camera shoved in his face by now and to be honest he doesn't think it'll stop just because Jeongguk finishes his project. It's not like Jimin's own camera reel isn't 90% Jeongguk these days. It's just the kind of thing that happens when you have a boyfriend, who is very handsome and also prone to silly antics.

Jeongguk moves to straddle Jimin's stomach, pointing the camera at his face. "Ready?"

Jimin blinks at him. "Uh– Yeah?"

Jeongguk smiles and Jimin feels his own lips stretching in response. He just can't help it, looking at Jeongguk always makes him happy. The shutter clicks a couple of times and then Jeongguk looks away from the screen, catching Jimin's eye over the camera.

"I love you," he says.

The shutter clicks again and again but Jimin couldn't care less because Jeongguk just–

He really just–

"If you said that just to get a good picture I will kill you," Jimin says shakily. He can feel his cheeks flushing and his eyes getting damp. If Jeongguk takes it back he will cry.

The shutter stops clicking and Jeongguk puts the camera aside before sinking down on top of Jimin and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Of course I didn't say it to get a good picture, baby. I'm not a fucking animal."

"Oh, cool." Jimin lifts a hand to curl around the back of Jeongguk's neck. He can't stop smiling. "In that case I love you too."

The way Jeongguk's expression shifts makes Jimin wish he'd been ready with a camera too.

"Really?" Jeongguk asks, rubbing their noses together playfully. He's smiling too now, so widely Jimin can barely see his eyes.

"Yes, of course, really. You're very loveable you know."

"Is that so?" Jeongguk presses their smiles together. "I can't possibly be more loveable than my boyfriend. He's literally perfect."

"Would this be the same boyfriend who swore he set an alarm last night and made you miss your 8 a.m. because he sounds kind of irresponsible to me?"

Jeongguk nips at Jimin's lower lip before sealing their lips together in a proper kiss. "Even perfect people make mistakes," he says when he pulls back. "He didn't do it on purpose."

Jimin runs his hands into Jeongguk's hair, holding it back from his face. He's so full of emotions it feels as if his body can't possibly contain them all. "I really really love you," he says.

"Good." Jeongguk kisses him again. "I really, really love you too."

Jeongguk settles down fully on top of him, blanketing Jimin with his body. He's heavy but Jimin not so secretly really likes being weighed down.

"Don’t fall asleep," Jimin warns even as he wraps his arms around Jeongguk's back, holding him in place. "We're looking at an apartment later, remember?"

"It's okay," Jeongguk murmurs sleepily, nosing against Jimin's neck. "I set an alarm."

"Oh okay." Jimin rests his cheek against the top of Jeongguk's head. "That's okay then."

There's a beat of silence then Jeongguk pushes himself up. "Maybe I should check the alarm just in case."

Jimin laughs. "Yeah," he agrees. "That's probably for the best."