No Strings

Part 1

You shrug, looking down because it is suddenly embarrassing to look Jimin in the eyes. "I don't know. It's just the last couple of guys ... well, they've all ended after one night."

"That doesn't mean you were bad," Jimin says with a laugh.

"Doesn't it?" Playing with his comforter, you purse your lips. "I'm not even asking for a date – just a second time and... nothing. Nada."

Jimin shuts his laptop. When you look over at him, his gaze is dark.

"You're asking them for what?"

"I just," you say, pausing. "I don't know. What if I'm doing something wrong?"

Although Jimin's expression remains doubtful, his gaze flickers. "You could always ask them."

You snort. "I can't even get them to call me back – let alone respond to a sex survey. Hey, Jordan! Hope you enjoyed the other night! On a scale of one to ten, could you rate the blow job I gave you? Comments section below, thanks and have a nice weekend."

The corner of Jimin's mouth lifts. "I would respond to that."

"Yeah, well you haven't had sex with me," you grumble, turning away. "Your opinion is worthless."

Flipping through your phone, you frown at the list of unreturned calls.

"That's true," Jimin muses. A long moment passes and then, "Okay. What if we had sex?"

Your fingers freeze on your phone. "What if we what?"

"Had sex," Jimin says – nonchalantly, as though he is asking you to get dinner. "What if we had sex and I told you how you were?"

He cannot be serious. Cannot be – and yet, there is no hint of a smile on his face. Or rather, there is one, but not the one he normally gives you. The corner of Jimin's mouth is lifted and he is looking at you the way you have seen him look at a thousand of other girls before. Girls in clubs, girls in bars, girls in coffee shops. This time it is you he is looking at though, and you find your breath catching.

"We can't," you blurt out, sitting up. "No."

Jimin watches you carefully. "And why not?"

"Because we're friends!" you gasp, unsure why you need to state the obvious. You and Jimin work because there is no tension between you – having sex would change all that. "It's not like you even find me attractive. That would be so embarrassing, to have you do me this... favor."

Incredulous, Jimin laughs. "You think I don't find you attractive?"

"Well. No."

"And why is that?"

Your mouth drops. "Um. Because you don't?"

"I find you attractive," Jimin says, moving closer.  "I find you really attractive. In fact, I'm more than a little hard at the thought of you sucking my cock."

Your eyes widen because, holy shit. Unthinkingly, your knees press together on his bed.

"There." Jimin grins at your expression. "Do you normally do dirty talk? You could try that on guys, you know. We're super responsive to it. Now, do you want me to teach you or not?"

This is a terrible idea. Truly horrible. You know that nothing good can come from this, but...

"No strings attached?" you say, tilting your head. "Purely instructional? Just for fun?"

Jimin raises an eyebrow. "Do I do things any other way?"

Slowly, you nod.

Now that this has been settled, you do not know what to do first. Sitting on top of his bed, you wait until Jimin reaches out for your phone. Grabbing this, he sets it on his bedside table before rolling from bed to walk to the door. He is dressed in only sweatpants and a t-shirt, so when he walks past, you see the unmistakable evidence of his willingness.