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“NEW TEA about Taemin!”
Taehyung shouts loudly, like he wants the whole campus to know about Jimin’s crush on Lee Taemin, the hottest guy at Seoul National University, in Jimin’s humble opinion.
“Do you want everyone to know that we’re talking about him or what?” Jimin shout-whispers, rolling his eyes at his best friend. His long, black hair moves around his face as he sits beside Jimin on the bench.
“No one’s here, baby, everyone left for summer break already,” he shrugs, crossing his legs, like they used to do when they were ten years old. “Just because you wanted to stay for one more week before going to Montréal it doesn’t mean everyone else did the same.”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” he rolls his eyes, pulling his tongue out and playfully shaking it. “What’s the tea about him? No, first of all, I think we should stop using the word ‘tea’. Makes us sound like our screentime is up to eight hours, doesn't it?”
Taehyung’s entire face lights up and he turns his body around, facing Jimin. “I mean, our screentime is probably way more than that.”
“Still…”
“Jimin-ah. Stop stalling. Do you want to hear it or not?”
Jimin sighs, finally shutting up and nodding his head.
“Good. Anyway, I was in line to talk to Professor Byul, right? I wanted to ask him about that internship at his office for the next year and all of that. But then, Hana and that one Japanese student, Himari, are behind me, and they’re talking about Taemin.”
“It’s not news to anyone that they’re as obsessed with Taemin as I am,” he tries his hardest not to sound jealous, failing miserably. “What’s so new about that?”
“Here’s what's new: apparently, Hana hooked up with him last Tuesday, and she said it didn’t go well because Taemin said, and I quote: ‘I’m more into people who know what they’re doing. I’m not a teacher, so don’t expect me to teach you how to ride my cock’.”
Jimin’s mouth is wide open, his face burning with shame for Hana.
“I know, right? Why the hell would she even repeat that, in public! If that’d happened to me, I’m sorry, but I’m blowing the entire world up.” Taehyung states in a matter-of-fact tone, which makes Jimin giggle under his hand.
Truthfully, part of him is sad for Hana, because she’s a nice girl. But the ugly, possessive part of him is happy that she didn’t work out with Taemin.
Like he’d read Jimin’s mean thoughts, Taehyung keeps going:
“I know that you’re probably happy because they didn’t fuck but listen, Taemin’s an asshole,” He bursts Jimin’s pink, horny bubble, making him frown.
“Yeah, it wasn’t nice of him to say that but… I mean. It’s just what he’s into, right?”
“Jimin—”
“Oh my God,” he gasps, suddenly, grabbing his best friend’s long hands. “I just realized that my chances with him are completely ruined!”
Taehyung scoffs. “Honey, what chances—”
“He likes experienced people. Tae, the last time I kissed a guy was in high school, and it was you!”
Taehyung sighs and clicks his tongue, like he’s deep in thought, regretting something.
“Man, that was probably the saddest day of my life. I really thought we were meant to be the greatest couple of all time but the universe wouldn’t be able to handle ‘allat. That kiss sucked.”
Jimin ignores his rambling. “And,” he continues, lowering his voice, almost whispering. “I’m a virgin. You know that!”
“A very horny one, though.”
“Taehyung!”
“I mean… maybe this is the universe trying to tell you that he’s an asshole and you shouldn’t go after him.” He answers, face serious as he sips on the iced latte long forgotten in Jimin’s hand.
“I like him too much for that,” he mumbles,feeling pathetic because it is the truth.
He got into SNU a year ago, and it was the happiest moment of his life. A few weeks after his first semester ended, he found out who Lee Taemin was. The most handsome, perfect guy to ever exist in his eyes.
He’s met a lot of attractive guys and he had his fill of them too, but nothing like his year long crush on Taemin. And when he talked to Jimin for the first time? He melted. Even though he just asked if Jimin was Park Jihyun’s brother and said that he was a fan of him.
He can be your brother-in-law if you want, he’d almost said, instead of just nodding and saying thank you like a normal person.
Park Jihyun was Jimin’s older brother, one of the few Asian guys who’d made it big inside the NHL. He played for a team in Canada, and even though he had a lot of Korean friends there, his brother was practically French, now.
He’d been playing for the Montréal Canadiens for about four seasons, while Jimin kept doing his job at being a nice, good son for their parents back in Busan.
He’s been to Montréal twice ever since his brother got drafted and every time he was there, he had to put up with Jihyun’s whore life and bullshit. He didn’t know what pissed him off more: his brother being a millionaire by the age of twenty-three while he had to work after his classes or his parents acting like Jihyun wasn’t only two scandals away from being sent back to Korea.
Hearing that Taemin liked experienced people sucked. As much as Jimin hated to admit, he’d grown up surrounded by their parents' suffocating affection and by Jihyun’s annoying habit of never letting any men get close to his little brother. So it was rare for a guy to approach him without chickening out after meeting his brother for the first time. And even after Jihyun left for Canada, Jimin’d been so busy with exams and getting into college that the few men he’d encountered hadn’t phased him, at all.
With that, he had never dated before. In fact, the only time he’d gotten close to that, Jihyun punched the guy on the nose because he found out he had slept with another guy the night before asking Jimin to be his boyfriend.
Therefore, he had never had sex. Never saw a dick up close, or even let a guy get him off, like most teenagers in his class used to do. He just watched from afar, not sure of what to do.
It wasn’t like he didn’t want to. He really did. He’s heard about Taehyung’s sex-escapades like they were bedtime stories, he’s read a hundred books worth of smut, he’s tried shoving his hands down his pants more times than he’d like to admit — his actions always left him empty handed. Fruitless, little things.
“What do we do?” Taehyung asks, and Jimin smiles at him, noticing how he had said we instead of you.
“Your problems are my problems too,” his best friend used to say.
“I don’t even know,” he runs his hands through his freshly dyed blonde hair. “I’ll have to find a way to get experience during summer, I guess.”
“Jimin-ah… Is he really that worth it?” Taehyung stares at him, brown eyes showing concern.
“Yeah,” Jimin nods, enamored. “He is.”
HE WATCHES Jihyun get out of his car with Jeongguk, Namjoon, Cole and Hoseok with him, as he runs to Jimin like he hadn’t seen him for years.
“Lil’ bro!” he shouts, dragging the o letter, making Jimin roll his eyes but smile nonetheless. Jihyun’s Korean accent is almost gone, and his English is way too good for Jimin’s liking.
Jimin wraps his arms around Jihyun’s neck, hugging him briefly. He missed him a lot, but it was part of their siblings' code not to hug each other for more than five seconds if it wasn’t any holiday or birthday.
“How’s the ugliest sibling doing?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Jimin beams, sweetly, slapping his chest. “Get out of here.”
“Get out? Baby, the party’s just starting!” He shouts again, getting inside the big summer house he bought in Montréal, where they’d be staying during most part of their summer.
Jimin rolled his eyes for the nth time at his brother’s cockiness, quickly changing his expression so he could say hi to the other men around him. First Hoseok, Cole, Namjoon and for last—
“Hey, pretty,” Jeongguk slowly wraps his arm around Jimin’s small waist, hugging him close as he presses his lips on his head. “How’re you?”
Jeon Jeongguk— jersey number 97—, was one of the best defensemen inside the NHL and Jihyun’s best friend, even though they treated each other like rivals.
Jimin had met Jeongguk during his first time in Montréal, two years ago, and they had hit it off almost instantly. Even though Jeongguk was four years older than him, they had a lot in common, and their conversations had always been fun and chill.
Taehyung always said that Jimin was really lucky to be that close to one of the most famous and desirable guys in the NHL but Jimin only waved his hand at that. Jeongguk was attractive? Yes, definitely. Would he ever have eyes for Jimin? Not really, no.
Plus, he had other goals. Namedly Lee Taemin.
“Hey, Jeongguk,” Jimin grins. “I’m fine. How ‘bout you? ‘Been a while.”
He lets Jimin go, smirking. He looked beautiful, long haired and tanned. “Bien. And a while indeed. How come an entire season passed and you didn’t go to my games, not even once?”
Jimin raises his shoulders, biting his plump lips, a guilty smile decorating his face.
“I actually live a normal life, and I have classes,” He laughs, grabbing his bags and walking inside with Jeongguk beside him. “It’s not like I can just miss school and fly to Canada.”
“Tsc,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “I’m disappointed.”
Jimin bumps his shoulder with his head, silently apologizing.
“Next time. I promise.”
EVEN IF he was supposed to be having fun with the boys, Jimin couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about Taemin and what he was supposed to do.
How does one learn how to have sex?, he asks himself, watching the party unfolding in front of him. Well, aside from the obvious.
As tradition goes, Jihyun always throws a party when they’re all off duty, calling every person he knows, which is a lot. His living room is packed with all types of people, mostly women, which makes Jimin’s nose scrunch.
Knowing that people wanted to have sex with his brother, and some of them even talked about it online, made him want to puke. He’s reported enough thirst traps of his brother that insist on showing up on his social media feed.
He sipped on his soda, looking around as a very sensual song, and not appropriate to a party at all played in the background. He could see his brother playing beer pong with a couple of boys, while Hoseok talked to Leo and Namjoon. Jeongguk was sitting on the couch with a red haired girl beside him, and things were definitely getting steamy as far as Jimin could tell.
He has one of his hands around a can of beer and the other one around the girl’s shoulder, as she slowly caresses his thigh. After a minute or two, Jeongguk’s eyes find Jimin’s, and he raises his eyebrow at the blond.
Unfortunately, Jimin was too busy looking at the girl to reply to his gesture.
The red haired moved with confidence, and even though she was being careful, she wasn’t afraid. Jimin could tell she would get what she wanted that night, and it made him wonder how it’d feel to be just like her.
Would Taemin like if he acted like that around him?
It'd be nice to be confident about how he acted around guys, Jimin thought. It’d feel so nice to walk into a room and know that all of the guys would kill for a night with him, and he would please them just fine. He’d get them hard and ready to fuck him in seconds.
He frowns, hating how hot his face was starting to feel. Just the thought of getting a guy hard made him blush, let alone doing the act itself.
He needed help. No way in hell he’d learn how to please Taemin by himself.
The girl in front of him kisses Jeongguk, climbing on his lap right after. For some reason, Jimin can’t take his eyes off them. It’s not like he feels something for Jeongguk, no, not really.
Again, Jimin’d met him when he was a teenager, and he had always acted respectfully and protective around Jimin, like a second brother, or something.
Sure, he called him pet names, yes, but most of the guys in his brother’s team did. Even if he was the only one who called Jimin pretty instead of things like Park number two or fun size.
Jeongguk was like a best friend, and Jimin liked him a lot. He hasn't seen him that much lately, busy with college, life and classes, but looking at him now, Jimin has some kind of epiphany, and realizes that he could be just what he needed.
Jeongguk has always been known for being popular with the ladies and the guys. The rumors, the pictures, the edits— Jeongguk is like a sex god. He likes to fuck around during summer as much as he can, since when October comes, all he can think about is hockey.
So someone like him was perfect for someone like Jimin. Right?
Right.
HE KNOCKED on Jeongguk’s door before ringing the doorbell.
Last night Jimin hadn’t been able to talk to him, since he had left the party earlier so he could text Taehyung insomniac’s ass and tell him about his marvellous plans.
So that would explain why he’s at his front door, at nine in the morning, wearing just a white, Dior shirt Jihyun had gifted him on his birthday and jeans, waiting for Jeongguk to finally open the door.
Which he did, after two missed calls and ten minutes of pounding against it. He was shirtless, his hair going in all directions and wearing just Adidas sweatpants that hung low in his waist.
“What— Jimin?” He blinks. “Did something happen? Ça va?”
Jimin smiles shyly at him, finding it endlessly funny how the man mixed Korean, English and French in the same sentence, getting inside the apartment without saying anything. “Sorry. I just…”
He bites his lips, a nervous habit he couldn’t get rid of. How the hell was he going to ask his friend of years to teach him how to please a guy was the only question that he had had in his mind.
“You just…?” Jeongguk stares at him, his brown eyes now fully alert and confused. Oh, wait. “Jimin?”
“Yeah, I—” he takes a deep breath, placing his phone and purse on Jeongguk’s messy coffee table, filled with water bottles and an empty ramen bowl, standing in front of him. “I need to talk with you about something.”
Jeongguk chuckles, stretching his body, his pants hanging lower than before, making Jimin’s eyes fall directly onto his crotch.
“And you couldn’t wait until a little bit later?” His voice brings him back to the conversation, the realization that he had spent at least ten seconds staring at the outline of Jeongguk’s dick making him blush.
“I mean, yeah, but—”
“I’m just messing with you, it’s fine.” he smiles, walking towards his kitchen, probably to make something to eat. “What do you need?”
Jimin inhales deeply, remembering the TED talk he had with himself and the ten minute FaceTime call with Taehyung during the car ride to Jeongguk’s apartment.
Think of Taemin. Think about kissing Taemin.
“So,” he starts, following him to the kitchen and leaning against his island, as he prepares what must be his morning coffee. “I need a favor.”
“I figured that much,” he laughs. “So?”
“I need you to… teach me. How to… well. How to have… this is going a lot worse than I thought it would go.” He tries to joke, realizing after a few seconds that it wasn’t funny.
Jeongguk stares at him as he mixes the steaming liquid in his Best Hockey Player In The World mug— a gift Jimin knew probably came from the man’s parents— raising one brow.
“Come on, pretty. Spit it out.”
“I need you to teach me how to have sex.” He lets out quickly, the words barely understandable.
Maybe he shouldn’t have said it with those exact words, but that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to learn how to please a guy sexually, and for that, he’d have to learn how to have sex, good sex.
Jeongguk stares at him like he has just witnessed Jimin kill several little kids with his own two hands.
“I’m sorry,” he frowns. “What.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself…” he mumbles, resting his hands on the counter behind him.
“Jimin.” Jeongguk sighs, shaking his head. “Why do you want me to teach you how to fuck?”
His face would melt at any time. Why was he so crude anyway?
“I need to learn how to please a man so I can finally have a chance with the guy I like,” he whispers, looking everywhere but at Jeongguk. “He likes people who know what they’re doing and I’m definitely not one of those. So, can you help me?”
“You want to learn how to have sex so you can please a man?” He sounds amused and surprised. “That’s fucked up, pretty. Do you even know how to get yourself off?”
He wanted to throw himself off a cliff and drown in the nearest lake. He was sure that if he got any redder, he’d turn into Tata, an alien character from his favorite K-Pop group.
“Jeongguk!”
He smirks. “What? I’m being serious.”
“No, you’re not,” he covers his face with his hands before staring at Jeongguk again. “I really need your help. Please?”
“Sorry, baby. I can’t do that,” he shrugs and resumes drinking his coffee, like this was just another Tuesday for him. “Your brother would kill me in seconds if he found out. And even though I’m not afraid of him on the ice, I can’t really tell how hard he’ll beat me outside of it.”
“He doesn’t need to know,” Jimin pleads, letting go of the counter and stepping closer to him. “I won’t say a word. Please, Jeongguk.”
“This is dangerous,” he licks his lips, that stupid smirk making its way back to his lips. “I don’t know, pretty. I don’t really like the idea of you getting ready for a douchebag who only likes experienced people. What the hell is he? A company?”
“I guess it’s just his type,” the blond wiggles. “And I wanna be his type.”
“Jimin, you’re everyone’s type.” He drinks the rest of his coffee in one go, placing it inside his sink. “Maybe you should just go for another guy?”
“I want him,” He whispers, afraid that Taehyung would pop out of somewhere and call him stupid for fixating on a guy that hasn’t even spoken to him twice. “Can you help me? I’ll do anything you ask me. Your laundry, your meals, wash your car—”
“You don’t need to,” he exhales, standing in front of Jimin again, the height difference more accentuated since he was very close. Very shirtless and very close. “I’ll help you out. But Jihyun can’t know, okay?”
Jimin dutifully smiles, ignoring the fact that Jeongguk was half naked and hugging him tightly. “Thank you! And I won’t say a thing, promise!”
Phase one of getting Taemin to like him: complete.