"This is your fault,” he whispered as threateningly as he could manage in my ear.
We were stuck. We were locked in a too-small closet, trying desperately not to make a sound. The closet itself wasn’t that tiny, but it was stuffed full and we didn’t want to risk knocking anything over. His threats seemed to lose some of their maliciousness since he was tucked into my side, but he continued to spew them out anyways.
“I swear to god, once we-”
“Shh!”
I listened closely to the noises outside. Stomping feet, ‘where did they go?’, more stomping. It faded, but I was sure they’d be back around soon. Thankfully, our pursuers were complete idiots, although calling them that was what essentially got us stuck in this situation.
“How is this my fault?” I finally replied. “You’re the one who dragged us in here.”
“You’re the one who decided to taunt them into chasing us, dumbass!” he huffed.
“I’m sorry for not wanting to give a few bullies the satisfaction of-”
“Is this really the better outcome in your twisted head? Cramped in a closet hiding and hoping we aren’t found and murdered?”
“Shut up,” I hissed, hearing them approach.
“No, I’m not-”
“Seriously, shut up.”
“Jungkook, listen. I-”
I grabbed his chin and silenced him until they had passed. I pulled away with a relieved sigh when I was sure they were gone. Maybe I should have been more concerned about the fact that I had just kissed my crush, especially when I was entirely certain he most definitely did not like me, but it was the only thing I could think of to do at that moment.
“And you call me the dumbass,” I scoffed, hoping to brush over my actions. “If I tell you to shut up, then shut the fuck up.”
“Excuse me? Who the fuck are you to order me around. I’m two years ahead of you, brat.”
“Do you want them to find us? No? Then be quiet, if you’re capable.”
“I am plenty capable of being quiet.”
“Prove it then, and shut the hell up.”
“Oh bite me, dick.”
This time around, I managed to weigh the pros and cons of actually biting him. I knew the consequences. He might freak out, make a sound and get us caught. He’d probably think I was creepy and weird. Yet, no one seemed to be around, I was sure he already hated me at this point, and I just couldn’t resist the temptation.
I didn’t bite him very hard. I could barely see in the darkness that Yoongi was looking away from me, so I leant down and scraped my teeth along his neck. I didn’t fail to pick up the hitch in his breath as I did so. His grip tightened on the front of my shirt when I bit down just barely hard enough to hurt, causing him to hiss.
“What the fuck, Kook?”
“You said to bite you,” I answered with a smirk I was almost positive he wouldn’t even be able to see.
“I didn’t mean literally. You- I swear to god if you left a mark I’ll murder you.”
“You’ve threatened me a lot since we got jammed in here but I don’t think you realize that your threats fall short when you’re so… short,” I snickered. “I can’t imagine you’d do much harm when I can rest my chin on the top of your head.”
“I’m slouching.”
“So am I.”
“Fuck you,” he bit.
“I think it’s usually the stronger one who does the fucking, sorry,” I shrugged, grateful that the darkness was obscuring my blush.
“That- I- What the hell makes you think you’re stronger than me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re the size of my little sister and I actually have muscles,” I pointed out. “In fact, I could probably lift you.”
“Tch. You-”
“Shh.”
“No, I’m not-”
“I said shut up. They’re-”
“You shut up. I doubt they can hear us whispering and I’m not done talking,” he insisted, pushing me further into the wall.
“Yell at me later,” I replied harshly. I could hear footsteps nearing, far too close for comfort.
“There won’t be a later.”
“Don’t care. Shut up or I’ll kiss you again.”
“Then do. I’m not shutting up just because you tell me to.”
With a low groan, I did, pressing our lips together harshly as I heard a shoe squeak right outside the door. Even when he tried to pull away, I held him tight, deepening the kiss and trying to ignore the people just outside.
“Where the fuck did they even go? We’ve looked everywhere.”
I parted just long enough for us to take a breath, slipping my fingers into his hair and pressing against him again. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was actually kissing me back instead of pushing me away like I had thought.
“Well, boss insisted they didn’t leave the building.”
His hands slid under my shirt, long fingers tracing lines over my stomach and making me want to curl up. I wanted to flip us around, to slam him against the wall, to do so many of the things I was constantly thinking about with him.
“Yeah, right. They’re probably long gone. We’re wasting our time.”
What did this even mean? I had been crushing on Yoongi for over a year now, truly believing it was hopeless, but he was kissing me back. His hands were crawling up my sides and he was kissing me back. I bit back a moan as they were still outside the door.
“Let’s just go. They’re students here. We’ll catch them next time.”
They walked away, but I stopped listening for footsteps. I was far too preoccupied with the man in front of me, slowly breaking our kiss. I took a few heavy breaths, not wanting to break the silence and wanting to say a million things all at once.
“Let’s get out of here,” he spoke for me, “they’re gone.”
“You don’t know that. They just left. We should give them time to-”
“The dorms aren’t far from here. If they see us, we’ll just run again.”
I groaned but he opened the door before I could protest. Both of us had to stop and readjust to normal lighting after being stuck in pitch-blackness for so long. After a quick glance around, we saw that the hallway was in fact empty, and we started to head out of the building. We stayed cautious at my urging, but broke into a full sprint once we were outside, not wanting to risk it even if they had gone.
By the time we got to his dorm room, both of us were completely out of breath, falling through his doorway without even caring that his roommate was staring at us like we were loons. In between gasps, Yoongi let out an airy laugh, waving to his roommate from where he was lying on the floor. I myself was sitting against the door.
“No offense… but… can you… go somewhere?” Yoongi panted, and at first I thought he was asking me to leave until his roommate (I didn’t know the guy’s name.) stood up and walked over, looking down at him incredulously.
“Your friend is blocking the door.”
“Jungkook, move. Jaebum needs to leave.”
I scooted out of the way and Jaebum left, giving one last judging look as he did so. I took the quiet moment to admire how Yoongi looked while we continued to try to catch our breath. I knew it was shameless, but I couldn’t help it.
His hair was fanned out everywhere and his shirt had ridden up. He was flushed and gasping for breath. His eyes were closed and his mouth open and everything about it looked erotic even though he wasn’t trying to be.
“Why did you kick your roommate out?” I asked once my heart didn’t feel like it was about to burst.
“I wasn’t done yelling at you,” he laughed, sitting up just enough to look at me. “Just… Fuck… I’m too out of shape for running like that.”
“What about basketball?”
“Playing basketball is different from prolonged sprinting. I’m not on the track team for a reason.”
“You’d think someone as small as you would have no problems running,” I muttered, knowing that eventually, comments like that might convince him to murder me.
“Come here,” he grunted.
“What, so you can smack me? No.”
“Just come here. I won’t hit you.”
He waved his hand, motioning for me to come closer. After another moment of hesitation, I did. Once I was close enough, he grabbed the collar of my jacket, pulling me down with him as he collapsed back onto the floor. I hovered over him, barely managing to catch myself when I was tugged suddenly downward. I tried not to focus on how close we were, on how he looked, or on why he was smirking.
“Jungkook, answer honestly. Was that movie supposed to be a date?”
“What? No. I- Of course not…”
“Really? That’s too bad. I guess that means you didn’t like kissing me,” he huffed, letting me go and beginning to push me away.
“Wait… sunbae, I-”
“Unless you’re going to offer to finish what you started in that closet, you can leave too.”
He was frowning up at me, halfway through pushing me away and I just blinked down at him. I was still confused. Did he actually like me? He looked offended at the thought that I maybe didn’t like him and I couldn’t stand it.
“What I started?”
“You kissed me first, brat,” he pouted, “then you got that grand image of you fucking me in my head, so either you’re going to follow up, or I’m going to do it myself.”
“So, you…” I started, trailing off.
“God, you’re slow.”
He yanked me forward, crashing our lips together. I caught up quickly, kissing him back and running my fingers through his hair. The reality finally caught up to me that Min Yoongi, the Min Yoongi that I had had a crush on since I first saw him playing basketball nearly two years ago, was making out with me, talking about having sex with me. Eventually we had to part, and when we did he let out a snarky chuckle, having me help him stand and leading me over to his bed. I sat down and he straddled my hips, resting his arms on my shoulders and leaning in close, touching our foreheads together.
“You know I’ve noticed, right? How much you stare at me? How you come to every game? I’d have to be blind not to notice.”
“I don’t… stare… that much,” I coughed out defiantly. Yes I did. I knew I did. Everyone knew I did.
“If you say so.”
He sealed our lips again, one hand sliding down from my neck to my chest, down my stomach to my hip. His fingers curled under the hem of my shirt, tickling my side as he drew them back upward. I slipped off my jacket, wrapping my arms around him and holding him closer.
So what if it was a little obvious that I liked him. It clearly hadn’t worked out too poorly for me.
“So, about what you said earlier… about leaving a mark?” I murmured, pulling away and noticing that I had in fact left a near indiscernible mark on his neck. “Does that still apply?”
“I don’t want people thinking I got laid if I didn’t… so you tell me. Does it still apply?”
I didn’t answer him with words, lightly kissing the faint mark I had already made before darkening it, reveling in the shuddered breath he took. His hips moved slowly, grinding against me. My fingers slipped under his shirt, drawing it upwards and pulling it over his head. He kissed me before I had the chance to admire him.
My hands glided over his sides instead, skin still hot and slightly sticky from our sprinting. My tongue poked out, running over his bottom lip and following the curve of his smile. His fingers twisted in my shirt collar, tugging it upward slightly before pushing me away to remove it.
He took the opportunity to stare, and I was immensely grateful for Jimin’s persistence in dragging me to the gym with him even when I didn’t want to go. He sucked in a breath, licking his lips and giving me a devilish smirk. His long fingers rode over my muscles smoothly and I tensed at the ticklish feeling.
“Okay, I’ll admit… you probably are stronger than me.”
“You don’t say?” I scoffed.
I was tempted to prove it anyways, lifting him up enough that I was able to roll us over and hover over him. He let out a short laugh before scooting up further on the bed, dragging me up with him and forcing our lips together again. My hands held his hips, thumbs curling through his belt loops.
As we kissed his hand continued gliding downward, teasingly pressing against my crotch before fumbling with the button and zipper. His fingers slipped under my boxers cheekily, causing me to hiss when they wrapped around me loosely. He moved slowly, barely touching me and making me want to rut up into his hand.
His lips grazed my cheek and kissed the junction of my jaw. He whispered something in my ear and rubbed his thumb over my slit. My head fell to rest above his shoulder and I squeezed his hips, trying not to moan too loudly. Sure, his roommate had left, but the walls of these dorms were notoriously thin.
“Fucking hell.” I muttered as I leant back to slip off his trousers, only feeling a little sorry when I pulled a bit too harshly and heard the distinctive sound of a seam ripping. He didn’t comment on it as I tossed the fabric aside and he moved to push my own pants and boxers down my legs. “Do you have, uh…”
“Condoms are in the top drawer of the dresser.”
“I meant lube.”
“I have lotion,” he shrugged, once again pointing to the dresser. With a small groan, I stood and grabbed the lotion and a condom, rolling my eyes at his smirk when I crawled back over him.
I ran my hands over the smooth skin of his legs. All he had left on were his black boxer-shorts, and I wasn’t in a hurry to remove them. I kissed his hip and massaged his thigh with my fingers, rubbing slow circles as I moved inward. My fingers slipped under the leg of the shorts, stretching upward but not going quite far enough for his liking, obvious in the way he grumbled.
His hand reached down to cup under my chin, pulling my head up so that I was looking at him. His eyes were narrowed, but the strength of his gaze wavered. With a smirk, I allowed my other hand to reach around and cup his ass. It fit perfectly in my palm. He chewed on his lip for a moment, still staring me down.
“I’m not much in the mood for teasing, Jungkook.”
I rolled my eyes but conceded, slipping the boxer shorts down his thin legs. I usually didn’t like using lotion, but seeing as it was all we had I poured out a generous amount. My fingers pressed against him, rubbing against his entrance without pressing inside just yet. He shuddered and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I kissed the inside of his thigh, holding up his leg a bit as I slipped a finger inside. With his knee hooked over my shoulder, my free hand wrapped around his member, stroking him languidly.
He sucked in a shaky breath, chewing on his lip, when I leant down and closed my lips around him. My second finger slipped inside him at the same time. I coaxed a moan out of him, curling my fingers and stretching them wide while pressing my tongue against his slit. His fingers tugged at my hair. I bobbed my head with his guidance, moving my fingers at the same pace. His hips stuttered when I slipped in a third finger.
He let out a loud moan as my fingers danced across something inside of him. He pulled a bit harder on my hair and I swallowed around him, making him shudder. He cursed and forcefully yanked me off him. He let out a shaky huff and pulled me up to him, smashing our lips together desperately.
“Hurry up,” he muttered against my lips. I let out a snicker at his impatience.
I pulled out my fingers and, after slipping on the condom, used the thick lotion still slicking my fingers to stroke myself. As I pressed against him, I nipped at his jaw, wanting to hear him moan as I pushed inside. I sucked a deep mark onto his neck, stilling my movements for him to adjust. He seemed intent on making sure I would be plenty sore when this was done, one hand gripping the back of my neck harshly while the other scratched down my arm. The heel of his raised leg pressed into my lower back almost bruisingly.
“Fuck, babe, gentle,” I laughed jokingly.
“Shut up,” he murmured.
I started moving, going slowly. I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing him as tightly as he was squeezing me. A hand clamping around my bicep and a whimper told me to move faster. A slew of cursing rang through my ears as I quickened my pace, moving my hand faster to match. Yoongi’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me.
Our lips locked together and I swallowed his mewls. My shoulder stung, every thrust into his prostate causing him to rake his nails across my skin. I grabbed the offending hand and pinned it to save myself before he broke skin. His head fell back and his voice cracked around a wrecked moan. Without warning, he tensed around me, sticky fluids covering my hand and his stomach.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted.
He was whining, fucked out and oversensitive by the time I felt that coil snap, hips faltering as I let go inside of him. I slipped out of him and peeled off the condom, glancing over and seeing that I could just barely reach the trashcan. He was still panting underneath me when he let out a quiet chuckle.
“Well,” he breathed, “that was fun.”
“Good to know,” I muttered, struggling to fit next to him on the small bed.
“We should do it again some time.”
“You don’t say,” I smirked. He turned over onto his side, facing me.
“Yeah… maybe not after getting chased by thugs though… I don’t think I’ll survive many dates like that.”
“I… uh… well…” I stammered, a bit embarrassed. “Y-yeah, I’ll try to avoid that from now on.”
“Good to know.”