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“Okay, I haven’t done this in a while because the last time I did it, Jeongguk got so upset. Which was—understandable—I mean, he really thought I broke his camera which he saved up for like a hundred years.” Jimin ruffles his hair and stares at the camera, almost scoffing. “I still can’t get over that, I mean—baby, do you really know me? Like? Me?” He points at himself. “Breaking your camera?”
“So, okay, I stopped for a while because I’m not a mean boyfriend—buuuuut—here I am. I’m pranking my boyfriend again. I hope this doesn’t end up with him moving out this time."
Jimin rolls his eyes at that. He knows all too well that the worst he can do to Jeongguk is either really destroy his camera or annoy him while he plays until he inevitably loses. The worst Jimin will get is a day-long of avoidance and silent treatment and the moment he pouts, clings to Jeongguk's bicep like a koala, and apologizes for being a brat, Jeongguk will look down on him with a stifled smile and he’ll roll his eyes and it's like nothing was ever wrong in the first place.
"To everyone new in this channel, hi, where have you been all this time?" He giggles and flicks a fringe out of his eyes. "Welcome, welcome, I'm Jimin. I mostly do make-up or dance content. I'm a professional ballet instructor here in Seoul and I mostly teach the young ones, the cute little kids who are so eager to move their bodies. Make-up is just a hobby I do quite a lot. I sometimes vlog and prank my boyfriend and release the vid in this channel just so we all can laugh about it together. Speaking of—"
Jimin chugs down a glass of water, "—also a disclaimer, I talk a lot, like a lot, even my own boyfriend wants to tape my own mouth sometimes—but anyway. Anyway, yes my boyfriend—his name is Jeon Jeongguk who has his own YouTube channel which I’ll be linking down below. You should go check it out, he's a gamer, he does streams, and he’s also a law student currently. To those who don't know him, yes, he's hot and yes, he's been mine for six years, and yes, you can simp over him. Just remember that he cuddles me every night, thank you." He throws a wink and blows a kiss to the camera, giggling after because even after how many years of talking to essentially no one, Jimin can still find this a little bit silly.
"Okay, this prank," Jimin hums to himself, subtly checking himself on the camera to make sure everything looks good, "I don't really know how to explain it and it's not really trendy so far so at least that means Guk hasn't seen it yet. But my friend, TaeTae, did this to his boyfriend and Yoongi-hyung's reaction was just—" he kisses his own hand, "—perfect so I figured why not do it?"
“So, Jeongguk is currently studying and the plan is, I’m gonna invite him and pretend that we’ll make a couple-video where we play two games—Smash or Pass and Never Have I Ever. I will exaggerate my answers with the first game and well—Guk, when we first started, easily gets jealous. But not in an unhealthy way, that didn’t reach that point. But years passed and he’s gotten more chill which makes sense since we’ve already established trust and there’s just this calm in our relationship, you know?”
“I don’t know if he’ll get jealous but it will definitely work him up. He’s not immune, okay? So, when he’s already heated up, we’ll go to the next game where I outright lie on some of the questions which might turn sexual so to anyone who’s underage watching this—for the sake of my and your parents’ sanity, stay out of this video.”
“I honestly don’t know what I’m tryna get with this whole prank. But—” Jimin sighs, looking away from the camera as his stare drifts to their bedroom door, “—okay, Guk has been working really hard these past few weeks and I’ve—well—maybe after this, he’ll actually sleep on our bed with me and not just slip-in in the crack ass of the night after finishing up with the editing or readings or digests.”
“Not that I don’t appreciate what he’s doing, I’m in full support. Guk’s passionate, you know? He really likes his dreams; it drives his every being and that’s one of the infinite things I love about him. His passion fuels mine in some cliche way single people won’t understand. Just, sometimes, he needs to take a step back and breathe.” Jimin slyly smiles at the camera. “And pay attention to me.”
“Whew,” he exhales loudly, fanning himself, “now that we’ve emphasized I’m an attention-whore, let’s go prank my boyfriend.”
“What exactly are we filming today?” Jeongguk asks the moment he sits on the bed, eyeing Jimin up with a small smile as Jimin laughs and arranges the camera on the small table in front. It’s already recording, the red dot long blinking since they’ve entered the room, and with his back on his boyfriend, Jimin feels a little nervous about this whole thing.
Maybe he’s an attention-seeker (he really is, he lives off of attention and affection) and he might be a little bit sex-deprived with Jeongguk’s hectic schedule, but Jimin didn’t want to push his limits. He’s clingy, sure, Jeongguk knows that. But as much as possible, Jimin tones it down especially when he knows Jeongguk is stressed enough as it is and the least he wants is his clingy boyfriend on his back demanding for cuddles when he’s got enough on his plate.
They talk. That’s how they managed to be with each other so long, communication has always been present. And Jimin has expressed multiple times that, “Guk, please, just call it a day and let’s rest, yeah?”, and his boyfriend would always reply, “yeah, baby, just give me a minute, I’ll come right after you”, and Jimin sleeps with no one holding him.
So, okay, Jimin understands. Jeongguk is a hard worker, they both are. Jimin is a perfectionist, he works harder than everybody else, but finals are approaching and second year of law school is unmerciful to his passionate, dream-driven boyfriend. Jimin tells him to lay-off of YouTube for a while which Jeongguk listens to but eventually does streams sometimes because he’s uncontrollable like that.
Or maybe Jimin just needs to get fucked enough to two years into the future so the thirst for connection will be quelled.
“We’ll be playing games. It’s gonna be fun.” Jimin turns around, smiling at Jeongguk, and his boyfriend returns the gesture, offering a hand for Jimin to take. Which Jimin always has and will. He stands in the middle of Jeongguk’s parted thighs, hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders, circling around his neck. He plays with the soft silk of Jeongguk’s hair and his nape, his boyfriend humming in response.
There’s a soft hit of the past weeks’ torture on Jeongguk’s face—seen through the bags under his eyes, or the slight pinch in his brows, or the pimple or two on his chin and hairline. He traces each proof of his hard work and Jimin can’t control the way his heart blooms warmth.
“I’m proud of you.” Jimin says softly and the wide, toothy smile he gets in return almost convinces him to abolish the plan and just beg Jeongguk to pamper and fuck him for the rest of the day.
“I love you.”
Jimin places a soft kiss on Jeongguk’s forehead, relishes the way his lashes flutter close at the contact. He tries to move after but the grip on his waist remains unwavering and Jimin laughs, tugging on the thick arms snaking around him like vines on a tree.
“Okay, for real, let me go. We have a video to film and we are, unfortunately, on a schedule because you need to get back into studying in 3 hours.” Jeongguk relents, buries his face on Jimin’s stomach. “Baby, please.”
“Unfair.” Jeongguk huffs, finally loosening his grip. “You know you always get whatever you want with that tone.”
Jimin laughs at that because it is true and it will always be true; no one can really wiggle their way out of Jimin’s grasp once he wants something. He settles next to Jeongguk and his boyfriend’s hand instantly rests on his bare thigh, almost an unconscious gesture now. Jimin appreciates the warmth, the light weight; constant like Jeongguk, like the familiarity between them, and his smile grows as he turns to the camera, thinking of how the fuck this whole thing will unfold.
“Okay, we’re on three,” he says, squeezing his boyfriend’s arm who hums in response. “Three, two, one.”
Jimin smiles at the camera and gives a small wave, “hey guys, welcome back to my channel! To everyone new, welcome, welcome to this chaos of a channel. I’m Jimin and I’m a ballet instructor here in Korea because yes, ballet is not dead, okay? If you wanna see some of my moves, you can check out my other videos, providing that you should hit the subscribe button. We are almost hitting 5 million! Can you believe that? Because I don’t, that’s just so crazy. I love you all and I love what I do and I’m happy that we all are just happy.”
Jeongguk chuckles beside him and Jimin giggles to himself, coming back from his babbling because, yes, he really needs to know how to control his mouth.
“Okay, yeah, now that we’ve established to our new Minnies that I can’t shut my mouth, let’s get right into the video. Today, here with me is my boyfriend,” Jimin glances at Jeongguk who waves at the camera with his usual smile, showing his full front teeth that always made him seem younger, “my totally handsome, beautiful boyfriend. Why he’s with me—well, beautiful things attract beautiful things, right?”
Jeongguk laughs at this, “that right?”
“That’s what we call self-affirmation, okay, Jeon?”
“Nah,” Jeongguk squeezes his thigh, “that's what we call the truth, baby.”
Jimin’s cheek heats up and he smacks Jeongguk’s arm, turning back to the camera, “that’s just him trying to charm you and me with his Jeon-non-existent-magic-whoosh-whoosh,” Jimin flings both hands, “because it’s so rare to feature him in my channels. Like,” he turns to Jeongguk, “do you remember the last time we filmed together?”
“Like a vlog one or—?”
“No, something like this.”
“Err—” Jeongguk looks up at the ceiling, a habit of his if he’s thinking real hard to snatch a memory from whatever door in his brain he stored it on, “—I honestly don’t remember.”
“That’s because it feels like I haven’t or it’s been forever!”
Jimin turns to the camera with a small smirk this time, his fingers feeling jittery at the prospect of finally, finally starting this 3 AM-thought, now full in flesh. He evens his breathing and tries to stop the way his lips quirk up more than necessary because Jeongguk often (always) looks at him and he notices every little thing that seems off and unusual in Jimin’s face.
“So, okay, I know everyone or at least most of you requested this video and I know it’s been so long but I’ve been trying to look for the best time because you know it’s Jeongguk’s finals—”
“Wait, they know?”
“Baby, they’re my Minnies.”
“Right.”
“Anyway, yes, Jeongguk’s finals so it’s busy, busy. But we found the perfect time today. So, really enough talking right now, I hope the new ones did not just exit the video because they’re sick of me babbling.”
“Well—” Jimin shoots Jeongguk a glare who instantly flashes a smile, bringing Jimin’s hand to his lips and kisses the back of it, “just kidding, babe, you know I love it when you talk.”
Jimin’s tensed shoulders—when he did that, he wasn’t sure—softens instantly and he returns the smile. Jeongguk knows how Jimin can sometimes (really, only sometimes) feel insecure about his uncontrollable chatter. One night, he talked to Jeongguk about it, just a thought that pinged in his head as the fatigue of the day dawned onto both of them. “Do I talk too much?” He asked. “Yeah.” Jeongguk replied. “Is it annoying?” He asked some more. “It can be.” Jimin was close to giving them space when Jeongguk’s grip on him tightened, and he felt a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love hearing you talk. I love your gossip. I love listening to you, because you know what scares me more than being sexiled—okay, maybe not more, but most—what scares me most is your silence.”
Jimin never shut his mouth around his boyfriend ever again and if Jeongguk regretted his decision—well, whatever, the bond has been sealed.
"Okay, so, we'll be playing two games for this video. First is," he glances at Jeongguk, "Smash or Pass."
Jeongguk's brows form a pinch and he turns to Jimin with a small, confused smile. The smile that says, you serious, baby? Jeongguk is never the one to play "silly games" unless he's with his comfortable circle of friends or had enough drinks to ignore all inhibitions. Or if Jimin convinces him with everything possible and yes, Jeongguk is sure as hell included in whatever silly game that is, provided Jimin wears that lingerie that night.
"For real?"
"Yes! C'mon, please let's give it to them. Just give me some names and I'll give you in return."
"Uh, well, okay."
Jimin giggles, because his blood is spiking up and for some reason, there is too much energy in his body, he needs to release it somehow. He eventually does by clapping once, earning him a curious glance from Jeongguk because yes, Jimin clapping means either a laughing-Jimin or an excited-Jimin.
"I seriously don't get why you're so excited playing this game."
"It is exciting!"
"Baby—" Jeongguk sighs, "—you sure I'm allowed to say 'smash' without sleeping on the couch tonight?"
Oh, honey, you have no idea what's coming to you.
"Guk," Jimin chuckles, "baby, it’s just a game. Don't tell me you'll get jealous over a game that's—like—because I feel like I won't."
"I won't."
Jeongguk sounds more confident than Jimin would like him to be.
"Great! So why don't we finally begin. I'll start." Jimin searches his brain for the list he made the night before.
"Park Seojoon."
Jeongguk deadpans at him. "We don't even know if he's gay."
"If ever he is."
"Pass."
Jimin tries to hide his giggle.
He does, in fact, know that Jeongguk will pass on him. Contrary to what his boyfriend will insist, Jeon Jeongguk has a type. Physically and in personality—he sure as fuck has a type. He likes them small and short, Jeongguk has a thing for size differences. He likes them both soft and hard; out-going but not too much. And Park Seojoon and the rest of the men in Jimin's list do not fit that criteria.
"What?!" Jimin fakes a gasp, a hand on his chest as if the whole response just scandalized the soul out of him and warrants Jeongguk a year behind bars alone for even daring.
"What?" Jeongguk's brows are more furrowed this time, more confused by Jimin's reaction.
"Pass on Park Seojoon?! Wow." Jimin turns to the camera with an eye gesture as if he's sharing a secret with them. He can see Jeongguk tilting his head, looking at Jimin with a calculative gaze, still sporting a small smile.
"Okay, your turn."
"My turn." Jeongguk drawls out. "Park Seojoon."
"Babe, you can't just repeat—you know what?—" he turns to the camera, feeling the intensity of the Jeongguk's gaze like camera lenses zooming on every little movement, "—definitely, totally, no question, SMASH. Like, have you seen the man? Real talented, no words for that. Love his dramas. But like, have you seen—" Jimin gestures his own body, "—he has it like a Greek god. And he looks the perfect mix of mature and handsome. He seems fun too! Like you just know, you'll be having a good time with him. You just know."
He turns to Jeongguk, "right babe?"
Jeongguk's playing with his lip ring, one brow twitching. His stare bears into Jimin as if he's drilling a name with a hammer, hitting it straight into the head. It pummels into Jimin but he keeps his expression innocent with his moon eyes, sly like the village thief, and oblivious like a mere child. His boyfriend hums, nodding, and looks away. Jimin turns to the camera with a smile, knowing full well that the nod was sure as fuck not a real nod, but rather a gesture of truce just for the sake of filming.
First person and he's already riled up.
"Mm, for meeee, how 'bout, Tom Cruise?"
Jeongguk almost scoffs. "Tom Cruise?"
"Yeah."
"He's straight."
"Yeah, but like in a world that he isn't? And it's just a game like it's not about if he would smash you. It's about if you would smash him."
Jeongguk suddenly looks as if he should've stayed at his desk this afternoon.
"You know as certain as the sky is blue that it's a pass."
Jimin pouts, "I mean—okay, well yeah, I just thought you might change your mind since it's Tom Cruise. He's like everyone's Hollywood crush at some point in their lives."
"Yeah but like that was ages ago and, he’s not really—It was more of a fleeting phase than a crush.” Jeongguk chuckles, turning to the camera. "My turn, Tom Cruise."
"Guk, you need to have your own names!"
"Tom Cruise."
"Ugh." Jimin pretends to roll his eyes before a smile grows in his lips and he regards the camera with all his attention. "Tom Cruise—is that even a question? Like anytime, any place. Absolutely smash. We can do—you know, I shouldn't even be explaining it—"
"Right, you shouldn't." Jeongguk mutters but it was too soft for Jimin to notice.
"—it's self-explanatory at this point. I'll smash Tom Cruise day in, day out. I'll give up everything scheduled on that day. We can even schedule it. Like, do you even know what vibes I get from him? It's like the—okay, maybe I shouldn't be saying it but to those who know, yeah you know." Jimin winks at the camera.
He turns to Jeongguk who’s nodding along to a beat that he might be hearing in his head, a usual gesture of his when he’s trying to appear nonchalant when he’s anything but nonchalant. “You’re no fun, babe. How about Harry Styles? Don’t tell me—”
Jeongguk clicks his tongue and raises his eyes, one brow perking up as his lip quirks up in a way that doesn’t form a smile but not quite a sneer as well. His lips twitch, eyes meeting Jimin for one tense second, before he turns to the camera with a smile, shaking his head.
“Pass.”
“Pass?!” Jimin doesn’t know if he’s exaggerating his reaction at this point. “For real?”
His boyfriend shrugs, “pass.”
“Well, that's just—” Jimin turns to the camera, “—I honestly don’t understand him because I will smash Harry any chance that I get. Man’s got some taste and his music just fits right into any mood. Jeongguk even covered his song! You know, Falling?” He turns to his boyfriend who nods along, his hand on Jimin’s thigh hiking up an inch that neither of them notices. “We went to his concert overseas once and this man—” he points at him, “—was singing his soul out.”
“Baby, I can enjoy his music without wanting to fuck him.”
Oh shit. Jeongguk doesn’t curse on camera unless he’s pissed off, upset, or caught off-guard. It’s a habit they developed with their jobs. They can always censor it when editing but why bother with that when they can simply control their mouths during the filming itself? Most times, controlling it is easy.
Jimin side-eyes him, swatting his chest with a small smile, “Guuuuuk—okay, I need to tell my editor to sensor that one out.”
“Mm.”
“Right, where was I?” Jimin rests his hand on Jeongguk’s forearm. “Oh, right, I’m just down if Harry’s down. Like anywhere, you know? And I’ll have it anyway that I can get it. He’s so pretty! And attractive that just hits—different. It catches your eye.”
Jeongguk is awfully silent now and as Jimin glances at him, he’s playing with his lip ring once more, eyes lost on their nude carpet. He got his one hand resting on his thigh, fingers tapping as if playing a piano only that there’s not the real instrument in sight and there’s no real melody. Or maybe there is a melody. The melody of jealousy that Jimin skillfully crafted and started.
“Baby,” Jeongguk looks at him with a low hum, dark eyes drowned in a different glint, “it’s your turn.”
Jeongguk doesn’t respond for a short while.
“Hyung,” he breathes out the word, “what are you doing?”
Oh shit, here it is.
Jimin furrows his brows, “what do you mean, ‘what am I doing’?”
“You’re ruining the game.”
“Excuse me?”
Jeongguk’s hand leaves his thigh, its warmth already missed as the cold from the air conditioner embraces the spot where his boyfriend kept it warm. Jimin braces himself, turning to face Jeongguk while keeping his expression carefully crafted. Jimin is an affectionate, attentive person. The one that wears his heart on his sleeve. Ever since before they started dating, one look was all it needed for Jeongguk to know what exactly Jimin was feeling. A bowl of ice cream was already given to him before he could voice his cravings out. Arms instantly wrapped around him before he could even talk about how shitty his day was.
The point is—trying to seem confused and annoyed at the same time when every fiber of his being wanted to release the bubble of laughter that have long been brewing since this video started is a challenge of itself. Jimin deserved to be featured in the Guiness Records for this one because as he met Jeongguk’s heated stare without losing his shit, that was a feat of the century.
“This is not how the game should go.” Jeongguk’s voice is not hard like how it turns when he’s genuinely upset and angry. But it’s not soft either. In fact, it’s an octave deeper than his normal. It’s that specific tone that surfaces whenever the baser instincts surges inside him and no matter what logic he argues it with, that instinct will still come slap him right on the face. “You know but you’re ruining it which I don’t understand because why the—”
“Ruining it, how? What the—Guk—”
“You don’t have to say shit about why you want to smash the guy. It’s just Smash or Pass, there’s no need to say that, oh, you’ll do it with him anyday, anytime. You’ll take it however you can get it. That his body is—”
“I’m just giving context! So that they can understand why I wanna smash Tom Cruise or Park Seojoon. And it’s not even like I’m lying. It’s the truth—”
“I don’t give context—”
“Well then, that’s not my fault now, is it? You can give context if you want—”
“Really?” Jeongguk pokes his tongue on his cheek, nodding. “Okay, so you’re totally okay hearing me say that I sure as hell want to to fuck the living daylights out of Choi Junghyun. Like, is that even a question? Have you seen his body? Have you seen that ass? I can skip my finals just to spend the rest of the week—”
“Hold up, that’s not fair—!”
Choi Junghyun is another famous Korean YouTuber who mostly does make-up content. He and Jimin have met once and even collaborated on a video which was a huge success. Junghyun is famous for his work and Jimin considers him a great acquaintance, even friends. But now? Now, as the fire in Jeongguk’s orbs remain defiant and the images of Jeongguk on top of Junghyun, fucking him into the mattress hard and rough like how he fucks Jimin—
“—you’re being mean.” Jimin mutters, the harsh set of his glare—which is starting to feel genuine—softening until it looks ashen. His lips jut out unconsciously and the feeling sinks into him deep.
Jeongguk sighs, “we were both mean. I’m sorry.”
Jimin nods as Jeongguk covers his thigh with his warm hand, giving it a firm squeeze. That seems to be enough to set the fire down and Jimin turns to the camera, adjusting his hair and his expression. He does feel the need to emphasize that no one can fuck Jeongguk but him and him only and he does feel mildly annoyed for Jeongguk to bring up Choi Junghyun’s name as easy as that. It isn’t jealousy per se—Jimin knows Jeongguk’s as loyal as a dog—but just the imagery that statement gives does not sit right into his bones.
And okay, maybe he’s being a hypocrite but this is a prank. Jeongguk doesn’t know it but still, it's a prank.
“Okay, are you still good to go?”
Jeongguk hums, taking Jimin’s hand in his and raises it to his lips. And Jimin can’t even stop the smile from surfacing even if he attempted.
“Alright,” Jimin clapped as a signal to make the work for editing a little bit less taxing for his editor.
“So, we decided to end the game because Guk did not like it—”
“I think we both established that we both did not like the fact that you were giving context to every person.” Jeongguk adds gently. “That made it weird and I did not like hearing it from you the same way you did not like hearing it from me.”
Jimin nods and turns to Jeongguk with a smile he knows his boyfriend can’t resist. It extends to his eyes, narrowing them until Jimin barely has any vision but the image it produces makes it worth every second. Both eyes turn into crescent moons and the apple of his cheeks get rounder. Jeongguk groans and rolls his eyes, bringing a hand up to squeeze his cheek affectionately.
“So it kinda got out of hand and I was kinda being—” Jimin turns to the camera, shrugging, “—but my boyfriend can’t resist me so anyway, I’m forgiven and the next game is a lot more fun! So I made these cards,” Jimin stands up to take the cards from the small table they have in the corner of their room.
He gives one to Jeongguk who flicks it once, before returning his hand on Jimin’s thigh, “and you guys sent me a lot of your questions in my DMs so we let’s hear them out.”
His viewers absolutely did not send shit but Jimin gets his phone anyway. Instead of opening Instagram, he opens his Notes app where he prepared the list of questions he knows will definitely be a factor in whatever conclusion this stupid, silly prank will take.
“Babe, you ready?”
Jeongguk chuckles, “yeah. Hit me.”
“Never Have I Ever gotten stopped for speeding and lying my way out of it.”
Jimin turns the blue side of his card that says, NEVER, and turns to Jeongguk whose ears had suddenly gotten red, the hand holding the card coming up to flick his nose. Jimin laughs and hits his chest with his card, pointing at the camera, “you gotta tell the truth!”
He mutters something before slowly, shamelessly, turning the card, showing the red side with a blaring capital, I HAVE.
Jimin giggles, bouncing on his seat, “tell them, tell them.”
“Look, in my defense,” Jeongguk turns to the camera, his back suddenly straight as if his guard’s suddenly up. “I don’t have any defense besides the fact that I was a freshman and felt naughty enough to bend the rules a little.”
“Ooh, my little bad boy.”
Jeongguk smirks with a chuckle, “baby, I don’t think I’m a great influence to some of your viewers.”
“Don’t worry, judging from these questions they sent me, this video’s not gonna be PG anytime soon.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen, turning to Jimin with his lips parted.
“No, I’m not gonna you tell you what until you tell them how you got away with it.”
“I’m not gonna tell you how exactly or what lie I told. It’s been so long, I kinda forgot. Something about an accident at home. But I sure as hell know he knew I was lying. Or maybe not. When they stopped me, I was horrified—a little—and maybe it got stuck on my face for my lie to be genuine enough.” He shakes his head. “Moral of the story: just follow the speed limit.”
Jimin laughs and nods.
“Okay, Never Have I Ever cheated.”
They both raised the blue parts of the card.
“Obviously not.” adds Jimin with a snort. “That’s like the bare minimum and the most decent thing you can do.”
He pretends to scroll through his phone when he deliberately perks up, earning Jeongguk’s attention. He giggles to himself, the giddy sensation coming up in full force because Park Jimin just does not know how to stop.
“Oh, damn, okay we are now entering dangerous territory.” He laughs, turning to Jeongguk. “Never Have I Ever fucked in a public bathroom.”
Jeongguk chuckles, his lips coming up into a smirk. Jimin waits for him—he knows his boyfriend’s response. Jeongguk did, eventually, hold up the red part saying, I HAVE.
“Look, I know I’ve done this few times before but I know you—”
His sentence halts when he sees Jimin raise the same part of the card, hiding his smile behind his sweater paws. Jeongguk cocks his head to the side and Jimin pretends to hide himself from the card.
“Baby, we never—?”
“Yeah,” Jimin responds, pitch high, “so obviously, the ones before you. Like you and the ones before me.”
Jeongguk’s brows are still pinched together, a certain vein in the arm holding his card starting to turn prominent underneath the tanned flesh. “Yeah,” he says slowly, drawing it out, tone deep, “but I told you that I had done it. And when I brought it up before, you told me you did not like doing anything sexual in public. Even in public bathrooms.”
Which is true. Jimin absolutely does not live for the thrill others do over fucking on public where they can be easily caught. He’ll be too anxious to even get hard. Jeongguk did bring it up once, when they were shuffled in the bathroom stall in a restaurant. Jeongguk’s hand was inside his pants, taking a handful of his ass, his tongue deep in Jimin’s, when Jimin did not just feel right. His boyfriend stopped the moment he asked him to.
And okay, maybe, they had to stay a little bit longer just for Jeongguk to will his boner down but Jimin fell in love with him more.
“Oh,” he looks away, drawing the sound out, “I—yeah, well—I kinda did it with a past boyfriend. Well, he was kinda convincing, you know? And I just did it for him only.”
That does not sit right with Jeongguk.
He’s gone silent, his jaw clenched tight, the card slightly crumpling under his grip, while his hand on Jimin’s thigh starts to get tighter and tighter. His eyes follow Jimin dangerously, the predatory glint too evident for it to go unnoticed. Jimin feigns a smile and slaps Jeongguk’s arm once like nothing is absolutely wrong.
The atmosphere goes heavy once more—heavier than before—and Jimin can feel it settling in his bones. His toes curl on the fluffy slippers he’s wearing and he scrolls through his phone. Jeongguk’s stare is as heavy as the tension between them but he pretends it does not exist. Like Jeongguk is not gripping his thigh in the force he knows Jimin just likes it. Like Jeongguk’s heated orbs did not just open the unattended pit of sexual frustration Jimin’s been nursing.
It’s not there, and Jimin’s scrolling through his fucking phone.
“Oh, this one’s interesting: Never Have I Ever got off to somebody else while being in a relationship.” Jimin looks up. “Does this equate to cheating? Sexual… masturbational… cheating?”
It most definitely fucking is. If you’re thinking of somebody else while trying to get off then something’s wrong with that relationship and you should just go end it before something worse happens.
But of course, that’s not what Jimin’s trying to go for.
“Perhaps not, right? It’s just the thought of it. And like technically, nothing happened. It’s just the hormones—”
“So, have you or have you not?”
Jimin unconsciously gulps at the low tone Jeongguk used.
He turns to his boyfriend who’s showing the blue side of the card. Jimin clears his throat and slowly turns the card to show the big, I HAVE. His boyfriend glances at it and nods, his hand on Jimin’s thigh inching higher. Jimin is so lost in the depth and ferocity of Jeongguk’s eyes he did not even realize that Jeongguk has moved closer. Closer and closer and closer. By the time Jeongguk’s nose grazes on his cheek and his hand sits just right above the crotch of Jimin’s pants, Jimin cannot fucking move.
“Who was it, Jimin?”
“W-What?”
“Who was it?”
“I—who—the one I-I was—was thinking—”
“No.” Jeongguk moves him, one of Jimin’s legs on top of Jeongguk while his nose travels to the lobe on Jimin’s ear. “Who was it that you’re dating at that time?”
And Jeongguk is fucking everywhere. His hand on his crotch drops down to his inner thigh, which is one of the sensitive parts of Jimin’s body, kneading it with precision. His other hand crowds Jimin on the back, his thick arm feeling solid behind him. His deep voice rings through his head and Jimin tries to think, tries to breathe easily but they are coming out as pants, every nerve in his body spiking to sensitive.
“I—I—”
“Don’t make me ask again, Jiminie.”
The nickname is supposed to be adorable, something that you will accompany a pinch to the cheek with. But Jimin only feels hotter, the name sounding like a mockery of the sheer power Jeongguk has over him and the fact they both know how Jimin loves it; drowns in it.
“I—y-you—”
“Mm.” His fingers toys with the hem of Jimin’s shorts and he hears himself gasp. “That so?”
“I—”
“I have a question, Jimin.” He slips his middle finger in Jimin’s shorts, grazing the sensitive area right where Jimin’s erection is throbbing. “Never have I ever tried to use a goddamn game just to get my boyfriend fuck me hard enough to know when to stop lying.”
Holy fucking shit.
Jimin’s heart stops.
“Is that it, baby?” Jeongguk’s lips touch the shell of his ear. “You’re not getting enough attention so you come telling me why you want to fuck Tom Cruise and lie about getting fucked in public bathrooms and getting off to someone else. Have you lied to me, baby? Have you been keeping secrets from me?”
Jimin’s breaths come out short, his boxers feeling tighter by the next second. Perhaps it was the fact that they haven’t fucked for two weeks now; a rather sudden change after a very active sex life. Jimin’s been surviving off his fingers during the shower, never enough, but right now, Jeongguk’s effect on him is beyond instantaneous. He barely even touched him—clothed, nonetheless!—and Jimin already feels debauched; feels himself slipping further away from reality and into the dimension where nothing exists past the touch of Jeongguk’s hands on his heated, sensitive skin; the sound of Jeongguk’s voice in his ears; the taste of Jeongguk heavy on his tongue.
Taste. Jimin wants to taste him.
“J-Jeongguk—”
“Mm,” he squeezes his waist, easily manhandling Jimin to his lap who molds on top of him like he was born to do so, “what should you call me, Jimin? What do you call me?”
Jimin shuts his eyes tight, arms winding around Jeongguk’s neck. His hips unconsciously roll as he stutters out the word already bubbling inside his mouth; like an instinct whenever the same sensation plays out, “h-hyung.”
“That’s right, baby.” Jeongguk’s hand travels south, squeezing a handful of his ass and Jimin moans in earnest, bucking his hips until he feels the bulge on Jeongguk’s sweatpants. The feeling of the solid, heavy length has his mouth watering, jaw slacking as he clings tighter, already so lost.
His hips are uncontrollably moving now, chasing for a high as Jeongguk’s hands travel from his ass to his back to his waist. A hand slips beneath his—Jeongguk’s—sweater; warm and inviting on his back.
“P-Please,”
“What do you want, Jimin. Tell hyung what you want.”
“Hyung. Hyung—I—I—” a firm hand on his nape forces him to look at Jeongguk, hooded eyes forcing to blink open as he tries to clear his mind; grip some semblance of control. But as he meets Jeongguk’s equally dark eyes—pupils so blown, there’s only a thin ring of brown from his irises—Jimin doesn’t think he wants any form of control now.
“I n-need you, please—hyung—it’s been so long—”
“Need me for what, baby boy?”
Jimin wants to sob when he tries to move his hips but Jeongguk forces them to still, the sheer strength his boyfriend possesses has his legs trembling, toes curling, his cock drooling precum inside his boxers.
“Need to cum—need to cum—please—please—I need—need—fuck me. Hyung, fuck me.”
Jeongguk smirks, the image only adding fuel to the burning fire, “need this cock, Jimin?”
The outline of his cock is too evident now and Jimin feels it underneath him, wanting nothing more than to rut down; tuck it out from Jeongguk’s pants and feel the weight on his smaller hand. He wants it in his mouth, fucking the voice out of his throat. He wants it in him, rearranging his guts until he’s shitting cum for a week. He just wants it in him, fills him up however it can.
Jimin doesn’t realize he’s been babbling this all out until Jeongguk practically growls, fisting his hair until he arches his head, exposing the expanse of his neck. Jeongguk laves on the first skin he notices, sucking bruises that only drives a moan out from Jimin, hips wanting to move so desperately but held down by only one of Jeongguk’s arms.
“Do you deserve it, Jimin?” Jeongguk whispers on his neck. “Do you deserve it after being such a naughty boy? I thought you were a good boy. You weren’t so good back then. Lying to your hyung. Getting off on someone other than your hyung. Maybe I should just leave you here. Shove up your stubby short fingers up your greedy hole while you think of that other man. Do you want that?”
“No, no, no, no, no—” Jimin grabs Jeongguk’s hair, afraid that he will even so much as move away from him, “—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—I—I’m good, I’ll be g-good, hyung.”
“Will you?”
“I will, I will, I will—I’ll be so good—”
Jeongguk pulls him down, lips crashing against each other. Everything seems to be more hurried now, as if Jeongguk has finally lost his patience with his teasing. Each swipe of tongue and suck is rougher than the previous, teeth clashing for the kiss to be anything but exchange of spit but Jimin feels like he can cry from it. Even when his chest constricts with the need to pull away and breathe, it feels the opposite. In here, like this—Jeongguk’s tongue down his throat—Jimin feels as if he can finally breathe.
Jeongguk manhandles him and he's lying on his back, lifting his hips up as Jeongguk drags his shorts and boxers down at the same time. His sweater hikes up to his chest, revealing soft, toned skin and Jeongguk drinks it all up. His hand travels from Jimin's calves to his thighs up to his stomach where Jimin keens and writhes.
Jeongguk shucks out from his shirt, the movement flexing his biceps. Jimin forces his eyes open just to watch it shamelessly, dragging his eyes from Jeongguk's thick arms, to his firm pectorals, and defined abdominal muscles. His gaze goes further down, to the obvious tent on Jeongguk's sweatpants. He loses himself at the mere sight, bucking his hips up, his own cock leaking and throbbing.
"H-Hyung—Hyung—"
Jeongguk covers him entirely. Jimin is small in stature whereas Jeongguk is built in muscle mass and broad shoulders. Jimin welcomes him in, opening his mouth for Jeongguk as he whines, tracing every inch of skin he can reach.
Jeongguk's hands find the back of his thighs and Jimin jumps at how sensitive he is. He closes his eyes and allows Jeongguk to bend his knees and raise them up to his chest easily, his flexibility showing.
"Be good and hold them for hyung."
Jimin does. He does instantly because he's a good boy. He does what his hyung tells him. He'll always be his hyung's good boy.
Jimin opens his orbs again when there's the lack of movement, only to be forced down by a heated gaze. Jeongguk's abs are tensing as he looks down on Jimin—bent, flushed, and utterly fucking exposed only for him to see.
He must be a sight—drool escaping the corner of his lips, eyes blown so wide, hair tousled, neck marked-up, cock drooling and neglected on his belly, drowned in Jeongguk's sweater, and thoroughly exposed, vulnerable, ripe for the taking.
He can feel his hole blinking at Jeongguk's relentless stare and it strokes Jimin's confidence. He’s wanted. He’s loved. Fuck. He stretches himself even further to reveal more of his ass, spreading his legs wider, all the while staring at his boyfriend with his lips parted obscenely. Jimin feels confident; feels dirty in a good way that only Jeongguk can make him feel.
"H-Hyung, I'm so empty without you. I need—I need hyung to fill me up."
"Yeah?" His voice comes out guttural, one hand splaying over the back of Jimin's thigh. "You want me?"
Jimin shuts his eyes, moaning, "n-need you."
Jeongguk smirks and when he speaks, warm air puffs out near Jimin's rim, making it flutter more than it already does.
"'Course you do." The slap that follows has Jimin's ass jiggling, hips bucking up, a moan strangling out from his throat. His legs tremble and his grip threatens to slip. "That's what greedy little sluts do, don't they? Need to be filled up like some little fucking cockslut. Are you hyung's slut, Jimin?"
"'m a slut—'m hyung's fucking slut—"
Jeongguk licks a fat wet stripe from his perineum to his hole and Jimin fucking screams, legs trembling once more. Jeongguk noses at the skin around as his tongue explores, the sound wet and obscene. He finally settles on sucking Jimin's rim and Jimin almost loses his grip on his thighs, his hips moving beyond his control that Jeongguk has to pin him down back on the mattress; grounding him back but he only keeps on reaching higher and higher.
He feels like crying, everything so sensitive, as if he's feeling everything at once.
"Ah, ah, ah, hyung—hyung—f-fuck—hyung—"
Jeongguk smacks the same side of his ass, the skin stinging so hard it feels so goddamn good, before kneading the same spot, the flesh overfilling his fingers. And Jeongguk inserts his tongue inside and Jimin does hear his voice break as he screams, legs shooting up as he tries to even his breathing.
Jeongguk eats him out like it's his last day on Earth and Jimin is his last supper. He sucks and the noise rings out with Jimin's, ah, ah, ahs, curling his tongue inside. He explores the velvet walls as if he hadn't been there before, holds Jimin down with little to no effort, and grips tight. But it all just pushes Jimin to the edge, every fiber in him fidgety, head snapping from side to side.
"Hyung—please, please, please—wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum—"
Jeongguk finally resurfaces from his ass, chin and lips red and wet. He stares up at Jimin like a hungry wolf; an untamed predator that will stop at nothing but to eat his prey. Jimin keens at the stare, moaning because he likes it. He likes feeling like this, losing himself in the pleasure; shooting right up to the euphoric skies. He likes the submission; be utterly vulnerable to Jeongguk. Only for Jeongguk. His to take, to take care, to fuck.
"You fucking taste so good. So good for hyung."
Jimin preens at the praise, lips pursed into a pout, asking for a kiss, not caring where Jeongguk's mouth has been. They're both so fucking dirty and Jimin just likes it; wants to always stay in this dimension of euphoria where nothing simply matters but Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk.
Their lips meet, more softly this time, before Jeongguk peppers hickeys down Jimin's neck, biting and sucking on the skin like he can't get enough. His hands soothe down the tremors on Jimin's calves and thighs, only to leave more in its wake.
"F-Fuck me, fuck me, hyung, fuck me—please, please, please,"
Jeongguk reaches for their side drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube. He sits up, lips parted as he pants, and uncaps the bottle. Jimin tries to even his breathing, looking up at Jeongguk who looks like sin personified itself. He squirts the lube on his fingers, warms it on his fingers, all the while keeping eye contact that had Jimin whining, his hole clenching in anticipation.
He hovers above him once more, lips latching on the side of his neck as Jimin holds on to him, tracing his sweaty skin with his palms.
"You can't cum until hyung tells you so, understand, Jimin?"
Jimin wants to cry but his cock twitches in response, every nerve in his hypersensitive body telling him to seek for friction to cum. But Jeongguk is tracing his body with his warm, big hands. Jeongguk is looking at him intensely, pinning him down enough with a mere stare.
"Will you be a good boy for hyung and do that, mm?"
Yes. Fuck. Yes, yes, yes—
"—yes, yes, fuck—'m a good b-boy,"
Jeongguk kisses him once before he feels the first touch of his middle finger right on his hole. It goes in with little to no effort, swallowing it up greedily, Jeongguk bit back a groan. Jimin's nails dig on Jeongguk's bicep, feeling the way the muscles work as Jeongguk fucks him with his thick, long finger; preparing him for his thicker, longer cock.
He forces to open his eyes, feeds his own fantasies as he stares down at Jeongguk’s arm—decorated with swirls of ink—resting atop his body. It tenses under his hold, punching in his finger with force that Jimin sees the fucking stars. He drinks the sight all in, his hips wanting to buck into something because what the fuck. Jeongguk is so hot. Jeongguk's fucking him with his tatted fingers and Jimin loses his mind, grabbing his bicep just to satisfy his own kink.
"Not only a cockslut but such a slut even for my arm, baby?" Jeongguk teases, voice dripping with arousal.
Jimin can only nod his assent, moaning like the slut Jeongguk says that he is.
A second finger comes and a third and when Jeongguk curls just right—already knowing Jimin's body inside and out—Jimin screams, body shaking so bad Jeongguk has to hold him down again.
"H-Hyung—" there are tears spilling down the corner of his eyes now, his cock throbbing to the point of pain, "please, please, please—ah, ah, ahhh!"
Jeongguk watches him in a daze and Jimin holds him for dear life, babbling, "wanna cum—wanna cum—hyung, let me cum, please, p-please—"
Jeongguk takes all his fingers out and Jimin whines like a petulant child whose candy was taken away. Jimin only silences when he sees Jeongguk stripping from his own clothes and steps out from his sweatpants and boxers. His cock bounces to his abs, engorged, and fat, and leaking like Jimin's. Their size difference had always aroused Jeongguk but it almost seemed contagious because everytime Jimin sees him naked, he can only think of how Jeongguk's body can hide him, how his hands feel all to large on his skin, and how Jimin practically splits open when Jeongguk pushes his cock in.
Jeongguk lazily fists himself and Jimin's mouth waters.
"Hyung—"
"On all fours, ass up, baby."
Jimin moans at the command and moves instantly, arching his back more to present himself until his chest meets the mattress and his arms lay above him. He sways his ass and feels the fat jiggle, whines at Jeongguk's grunt, at the mere sight. Only Jeongguk can make him lose like this; gone whatever dignity. Only Jeongguk can make him feel this good.
"Such a good boy." Jimin moans, resting his cheek to look at the side. "Such a fucking pretty good boy with a fucking pretty ass."
Jeongguk grabs one cheek, squeezing it tightly just the way Jimin likes it, enough to leave a print of reds and pinks that Jimin will admire after.
"All for hyung, Jiminie?"
"Y-Yes, yes."
He can hear Jeongguk lubing himself generously and Jimin almost wishes he can see him but he stays in his position because he's a good boy.
Jeongguk lines himself and when Jimin feels the blunt head start to finally enter him, his body convulses, a mewl scratching off from his throat, back arching even more it starts to fucking ache. But he couldn't care less; can't even think of anything past Jeongguk's fat cock as he slowly feeds it inside Jimin's hole. And he sucks it all up like a vacuum—greedy and scared that Jeongguk will suddenly leave him feeling high and empty even when there are no chances of that happening.
"Fuck—!" Jeongguk grips his hips tight. "You're so fucking tight—"
And finally he bottoms out, balls slapping against Jimin's ass.
"Ahhh, hyung—" Jimin cries, clutching the sheets as he tries to accommodate his girth. Jeongguk's been in him through any hole possible but he still can never get over the feeling of being split open, being molded to become exactly what Jeongguk needs. He fills him up so right that nothing can satisfy Jimin anymore.
"Baby, are you ready? I'm moving now." Jimin almost wants to cry at how sweet Jeongguk sounds, contrasting the grip on his hips.
"Yes—yes, hyung, fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god, I love your cock. I'm a slut for your cock—"
Jimin chokes on the last word as Jeongguk pulls back only to slam back into him. From then on, Jeongguk sets a brutal pace, hips unrelenting, driving and pistoning back into the tight heat that is Jimin. And Jimin is moaning so loud it rings along the squelch of lube and slaps of skin. He starts hiccuping his staccato of ah, ah, ahs, every sound that comes out from his mouth barely anything coherent and complete.
"Such a fucking slut." Jeongguk snaps back into him at every word and Jimin wails, scrambling for anything to hold onto when the sheets aren't enough.
His body is jostled up and down, being dragged and pulled by Jeongguk's mere hands and he feels it, the way his stomach rises and twists. His legs tremble so hard he knows he will fall if not for Jeongfuk holding him up. His dick hangs heavy in him and as Jeongguk fucks back into him with such force and precision, Jimin chokes on a sob.
"H-Hyung!"
Jeongguk's cockhead nudges his prostate and Jimin can really feel it this time, barely uncontrollable. Jeongguk doesn't stop abusing that sweet spot, ramming in harder than the previous one only to fill Jimin up and hit him where his nerves feel like fire.
"H-Hyung—ah—ah—fuck—f-fuck—'m gonna—g-gonna—p-p-please—"
Jeongguk pulls Jimin upright to his knees, arms bracketing around him as he continues to move. He places his hand around Jimin's throat, not squeezing but just to hold him in position, and Jimin scrambles to grasp Jeongguk's biceps.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum for hyung."
It takes no more than 30 seconds and Jimin's cumming, whole body convulsing as he closes his eyes and sees white, everything ringing in his ears. Jeongguk fucks him through it, grunting when Jimin tightens enough for him to halt his thrusts. So he swirls his hips, groaning as he does so, and Jimin feels the last rope of cum seep out of him, along with the last will of strength holding him up.
Jeongguk keeps him upright and Jimin is practically boneless, moaning and whining in sensitivity as Jeongguk fucks harder and faster, his cock hitting Jimin that pain mixes with pleasure. Jimin doesn't know what to feel, his cock twitching in sensitivity but he wants to feel Jeongguk's cum in him.
He falls his head back on Jeongguk's shoulder, raking his hand on his boyfriend's sweat-drenched hair.
"Ah, ah, oh my god,"
Jeongguk buries his head on Jimin's neck, his cock twitching once, twice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—"
And Jeongguk is cumming hard.
Heavy breaths fog the room as they both fall forward, both catching themselves on their elbows at the last second. Chests rise and fall in an unsteady rhythm and heartbeats accelerate into one. Jeongguk pulls out after some time, soothing the trembles on Jimin’s body at the sensitivity. Cum oozes out instantly and there are all the telltale signs of a good fuck—loads of cum and sweat slicked skin.
Jeongguk stands to perhaps get a towel but Jimin stops him, dragging him back to the mattress until Jimin is lying on his side and Jeongguk cocoons over him.
“You know you can always tell me when you feel neglected, hyung.” Jeongguk says, hands rubbing against Jimin’s flushed skin.
Jimin mildly chuckles, lacing their hands together and bringing them closer to his chest. “I did, many times, in case you forgot. And really, I didn’t want to push too much. I don’t want to seem so selfish.”
“You’re never selfish. Just talk to me, okay? Regardless of anything.” Jeongguk kisses him on his temple. “And fuck, baby, admit it, we both needed that.”
Jimin laughs at this and swats at his chest. “That’s your fault.”
“Just let me get through this shit and we’re fucking five times a day.”
“Right.”
“Are you questioning my stamina?”
“Yes.” Jimin looks back at him. “How’d you know I was lying by the way? I felt like I acted good enough. And I was kinda scared it won’t work since you don’t really get too jealous recently, right? Not for the wrong reasons at least.”
Jeongguk chuckles, smirking, “The giving-context-bullshit was already sus. It did piss me off for real because I did not understand why you were doing it. So, I mentioned Junghyun during the heat of the moment. Sorry ‘bout that, hyung, we both know I won’t even get hard even if he shows me his ass.”
“Oh my god, don’t be such an asshole.” laughs Jimin. “But admit it, you were jealous.”
“Ain’t the jealous type, baby, sorry.”
Jimin laughs at the outright denial and Jeongguk maintains his smug profile, refusing to let his lips lift even when it struggles to do so at Jimin’s laughter.
“Yeah, right.”
“Anyway, then you started lying about fucking in public bathrooms—” Jeongguk kisses his cheek, “—you seriously think I don’t know you?”
Jimin smiles, touching both Jeongguk’s cheeks. “I forget sometimes.” He pecks his lips. “I’m sorry if I didn’t just talk it out with you.”
Jeongguk smirks, kissing him again, “nah, don’t be. That was hot.”
Jimin laughs. “I love you.”
“I love you more, baby.”
They stay there for a couple minutes before Jeongguk finally decides they both badly need a shower now. Jimin is making grabby-hands on him, and Jeongguk groans, complaining how his muscles are sore as fuck, but still picks up Jimin with a smile anyway. They are walking toward the bathroom when they turn to the camera, whose red dot is still blinking.
“Oh.”
“Did we just—?”
“We certainly just.”
“Let’s burn that shit later. Shower.”
“Burn—?”
“Guk!”
“Right. Shower.”
“Tae, what do I do? I’ve been telling him to tone it down a little and just breathe with me, but he’s not listening. Well, maybe if I was in his shoes, I wouldn't be listening too but the point is, I need to do something about it, okay?”
“Ah, don’t you worry, my sweet summer child, I just have the perfect solution for you. I did this to Yoongi-hyung yesterday and now I’m limping hard.”
“Oh, Tae, what the fuck—”