slut ♡ ot7 ♡

prologue

sometimes, jimin just didn't understand. he didn't understand how others around him had relationships that were strong and thriving, even after many months or years of arguements, love, sex, tears, and more. he didn't understand how others were single but perfectly content with life. how, the people who were single, only needed self love instead of love from others.

jimin needed validation. he needed love, not from himself, but someone else. whether that "love" meant sweaty bodies pressed together under sheets, or hands gropping him at clubs with men that were two times - sometimes three times - older than him. the only problem that he had from these "love" filled encounters was that they never stayed. the men would always thank him awkwardly, say it was fun, and then leave jimin alone and naked in his or a motel room bed.

in highschool, it isn't very hard for him to seduce one of the manly and egotistical straight boys into a janitor's closet to make out. or into their beds after school while their parents were out. after these encounters, they would tell jimin that if he told anyone there would be hell to pay. so jimin, being the quiet and friendless person that he is, could ensure one hundred percent that no one would ever find out.

it's not unusual for jimin to catch people staring at him in the hallways. some of the stares were boys that he had slept with, others were girls who either envied him or were disgusted with him, and the others were people who he had yet to hook up with and knew that he would be a nice quick fuck for when their girlfriends didn't want to give it up.

all jimin wanted was love, and if this was the way to get it, then so be it. he didn't care what anyone else thought; or that's what he told himself. as long as he felt like he was wanted, that was all he would ever need. until one day, he catches the eye of six boys who always came back for more.

and confusingly for jimin and others around him, not for sex.