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************************************************ Jimin held his head down, his eyes glued to his phone when his thumb pad grazed over the screen to press on the pop up keyboard.
He was texting his new friend Jin as he slowly trailed his feet behind him.
Jimin was truly happy to have made a new friend. He was getting a bit lonely going to university with just Taehyung and it was about time that he broke out of his shell and tried meeting new people.
He let out a giggle when he looked down at the text message the elder had sent him, it was a puppy wearing cooking mittens and a chef hat.
Jin had told Jimin how he'd always wanted to pursue a career in culinary arts but his parents told him to keep it as a side job if he really wanted to be successful in life.
He'd been pretty disappointed after he found out his parents didn't support him but was great full that they said he didn't have to completely rule it out as an option. No matter what, Jins mother was willing to help her precious son even if he decided he wanted to carry out a different plan than intended.
Jimin was stressed out enough as it is, he didn't know how the elder has lasted this long without knowing what to do in life.
It truly wasn't a big issue but just thinking about his own future exhausted him.
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Jimin made it to his first class of the day. Thankfully, he hadn't had another one of those weird dreams again. It was weird how the boy was already in his twenties and still fantasized about another man touching him.
As if he didn't already feel lonely enough, the dreams were just adding to his lasting desire for touch.
He was upset that no one had ever come to approach him or even mildly showed any interest in him.
Crossing his arms, he lightly caressed the skin covering his tricep and slowly moved his hand back up to his neck.
Since no one else could do this for him, Jimin was really the only person who satisfied himself.
He was so touch starved even the slightest of skin ship drove him crazy and sent his body over the edge. How was he ever going to survive having sex, or a boyfriend for a matter of fact?
Jimin pushed it to the back of his mind, he was standing in front of the big wooden door for a while and was thinking it was time to finally go inside.
It was strange... no one was waiting outside and no one had passed by him to grab a seat, but the lights were still on.
He'd figured that class maybe started or class had started already, but it just didn't make any sense!
That was until he heard talking from the other side of the door, a guy and a girl.
The girls voice was quite annoying, scratchy and high pitched as the sound pushed past her vocal cords and out her mouth. The males voice too low to be audible until Jimin leaned closer, and closer until the talking stopped!
He'd figured maybe class had finally started so he pushed the door open and was met with a scene he'd never be able to forget.
It was a girl-Kang Seyon and she was on top of the other male. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his placed his hands as the nape of her neck- pulling and yanking her hair just right for her to let out a moan.
This was disgusting, not only were they doing this in a classroom but they were also doing it right at the professors desk. Her belongings scattered all over the floor as the mint haired boy pushed her further into the desk, harshly grinding against her heat.
Jimin took two steps into the classroom and already regretted his decision. He swiftly made a run for it but not before being called out by the pony tailed bitch "Hey, what the fuck are you doing here?!"
Jimin turned, his face turning red when he realized all the attention was on him once again. He didn't like it. "I-I just thought there was a class today, s-sorry for interrupting!" Jimin said in a scramble, he ran out as fast as he could until he was far enough to realize what he'd just witnessed.
He remembered the boys face, flushed from any color as the blood made its way elsewhere. He didn't want to say that he found the boy quite attractive but that's exactly what he's trying to say.
He wished to be touched like that, he wanted the pretty mint-haired boy to grab his hair and make him whine. He wanted to take the girls place and didn't know why.
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Finally he made his way back home. He hoped that tomorrow he could spot the green haired boy and look at him from up close.
Jimin sighed as he'd never felt like such a loser; falling over a boy he'd merely just glanced at, how idiotic.
Still, he wished to see him again, maybe as a normal person and not just as someone who was trying to get it on in a college classroom.
************************************************ hey children welcome back! sorry to keep you waiting i was really busy crying because of school :) anyway i hope that whoever is reading this has a beautiful day or night!!!
