I woke up to the oh-so-lovely sound of Jimin screaming in my ear, "Come on, Hobi hyung. Get up, lazy bones! You're gonna make us late for school, and we are never late!" He shook my shoulders violently.
"Go without me," I grumbled. I don't want to get up. All night I spent playing around with Jimin in his sleep, and now, I'm completely and utterly exhausted; no regrets, though. I simply don't have the energy for some stupid shitty school.
"Come on, hyung. It's Friday! After today, you can sleep in as much as you want," he said cheerfully, trying to convince me to get my lazy ass up out of the warm comfort that my bed provides. It's not going to work. After a long moment of silence, he threatened, "If you don't get up right this instant, I'm gonna kiss you." Pabo, you already have. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of his plump lips on mine...
I still don't like him like that. Jimin is still just my best friend; my brother... I only jerked him off as a 'thank you' for saving my life when I was piss-drunk. That is the only reason I did it!
Those soft lips I was sort of craving were on mine in a matter of seconds. I placed my hand on the back of his neck. This way, he can't leave me. You're not going anywhere, Mister Park. I am most certainly not gay, but I will admit that I have an itty bitty, teeny tiny, wee bit of an addiction to my dongsaeng's lips. I dote on his sweet, tender kisses. Those lips of his are just so incredibly appealing. I just might enjoy smooching Jimin more than Hyuna.
I'm not fucking gay.
When Jimin tried to pull away, I moved my hand up through his hair and gripped onto his locks. He was leaning over the side of the bed to kiss me, one hand by my head with his feet still on the floor. I kissed him harder as I sat up and threw myself at him. As expected, he quickly lost his balance, his back hitting the floor. Thud!
I giggled and sat up on his crotch, straddling it, and rocking my hips ever so slightly. Jimin's pained expression was most likely due to his hard fall. I know he enjoys me touching him like this, so falling was probably worth it. Jimin breathed out an exasperated sigh. "Aigoo! Why do you keep doing this to me, hyung?"
Ah, let's see... I like making you flustered, you are cute when you blush, I gain satisfaction from your sexual frustration, your reactions never fail to amuse me, I am addicted to your lips, teasing you is fun...
But I'd never admit to any of that.
"Did you want me to stop," I asked innocently, teasingly, pouting just a little. He bit his lower lip before turning his head to the side and covering it up with his arm; most likely trying to hide his blushing face from me. Aigoo! My cute little Chim Chim is turned on!
Embarrassed, my dongsaeng stuttered, "Um, uh, n-no. I-I-I, uh, I mean, um, I... s-sh-shut up!" Unexpectedly, he shoved me off of him and onto the floor, and then stood up. "G-ge-get dressed. We're going to sch-chool," he demanded while straightening out his uniform, "and that's final."
"Yah! I'm your hyung! Show me some respect," I called out as he exited the room. That boy can be such a disrespectful brat sometimes.
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In this moment, I should be jotting down notes for Japanese I. Instead, I'm watching people and cars on the streets through the window to my right, and drawing little abstract doodles on the edges of my paper. Recently, I have lost all interest in school, causing me to be unable to focus in class or on homework. I glanced up at Kang Seonsaeng-nim, one of the strictest, if not the strictest, teacher in school. He slowly drew Hiragana symbols on his green chalkboard, showing us the correct way to write them. Nothing could be more boring than this.
I diverted my gaze to the left and studied my stunning best friend. I'd rather study him than Japanese, anyway. Jimin scribbled down Hiragana letters with arrows that show what stroke you do first and which way it should go. The notes he takes are always very thorough.
I could tell that he was fully concentrated on his work. Every time he concentrates really hard on something, he bites his lip and his eyes become slightly squinted. Any other day, this would be cute. Except, today isn't just 'any other day,' so right now, that lip-biting habit of his is really turning me on.
With a mind of its own, my left hand sneakily reached under his desk and rested itself upon his thigh – his big, muscular thigh – while my right hand pretended to make notes. Even though I was looking at my paper, I was still able see him thanks to my peripheral vision. He glanced at me through the corner of his eye as I gently squeezed his thigh. It took everything in me not to kiss him right then and there.
In one swift move, my hand travelled up his leg to his crotch and started rubbing it gently. Jimin's pencil fell on the floor. A small, satisfied smirk appeared on my face. As he bent down to pick up his pencil, I gave him a tight squeeze. His poor writing utensil was abandoned as he shot straight up in his seat, letting out a short, impatient huff. He reached in front of me, glaring at me with furrowed eyebrows, and snatched my pen right out of my hand. He didn't even bother asking first! Disrespectful brats deserve to be punished, right?
He began to bounce his leg on his toes, as I rubbed him harder. Quickly, I unbuttoned and unzipped his black school trousers, and slid my hand into his underwear. Jimin tensed up as he immediately grabbed my wrist, trying to yank my hand out of his pants. All it took was a squeeze of his testes for him to let me go. He uttered a high-pitched yelp and then coughed, trying to cover it up. Kang Seonsaeng-nim darted his eyes at him suspiciously, and then returned his attention to the chalk board.
I wrapped my fingers around his member and rubbed it slightly, smirking as Jimin kept screwing up his notes, clearly flustered. Jimin knows that if he were to say anything to me, he'd get punished. Therefore, he wasn't able to tell me to stop. I have the upper-hand here, and it's such a satisfying feeling.
Slowly, I began to move my hand up and down his shaft. It's a bit cramped in his pants, so I my arm had to be in a weird position for me to actually be able to move around in there. I placed my thumb on the very tip of his dick and applied pressure to it, looking at Jimin's face for a reaction. It was beet-red, and his eyes were shut tightly. Instead of using my pencil to write down notes, his fist clenched tightly around it; the other hand covered his mouth. When I put pressure on the tip, his face would scrunch up and a short, hard, unstable breath would escape his nostrils.
I jerked him off faster and watched him struggle to stay somewhat silent. The sound of fabric on fabric and his heavy panting added to the usual classroom noises; pencils on paper, chalk on chalkboard, and Kang Daesung's loud ass voice reverberating off the tan brick walls. It's a good thing our seats are located in the very back of the classroom, or else the teacher, and other students, would have already noticed us.
Jimin pressed his hand harder to his mouth and rested his forehead on his desk as muffled whimpers sounded in his throat. I gave him one last pump, and then squeezed his balls again. He lifted his head up again as he came in his pants, yelling, "Yes!" Without any hesitation, I removed my hand.
All eyes, including Kang Seonsaeng-nim's, eyes were on him. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. Unfortunately for him, Jimin couldn't completely control his breathing, which caused his voice to tremble. "I-I finally un-understand... Um," he paused a moment and with a slight bow of his head, he added, "kamsahamnida." (thank you)
The teacher rubbed his temples. "Your enthusiastic attitude towards learning warms my heart, truly," Kang Seonsaeng-nim said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Then, his tone grew serious, "But, you need to work on those outbursts of yours. I do not appreciate it when people interrupt my lessons. Nidoto son'na ko to shinaide kudasai!" (JAP Don't do it again)
"Hai," (JAP yes) Jimin replied quietly with a nod.
* * *
"You jerk," Jimin burst out, punching my shoulder as soon as we stepped foot off school grounds. I chuckled, which earned a slap to the back of my head. I flinched and rubbed my stinging scalp.
I simpered, "Don't pretend you didn't love it." One corner of my lip tugged upwards, forming a smirk.
"Hyung," he whined, blushing, as he slapped my arm repeatedly. This kid is so cute, I swear.
"Yah! Stop hitting me!" I held my hands up to defend myself. He just kept on slapping, so I grabbed his wrists and came to an abrupt halt. The boy looked up at me with wide, anxious eyes. I pulled his wrists forward and leaned in, capturing his lips for a short moment before I released him and continued walking.
I looked over my shoulder at the boy. He stood there in a daze for a few seconds before realising I had walked away. His shoes made loud taps on the sidewalk as he jogged to catch up to me. I held onto one of his hands and we walked in a comfortable silence, until I decided to break it. "I didn't see Hyuna today, again," I said with a sigh. "Did you?"
Jimin tried letting go of my hand, but, I didn't want him to. In order to prevent that, I tightened my grip on his hand. With a forceful yank, he managed to free himself, and then shoved his hands in his pockets without delay. "Nope," he huffed, looking out towards the carless road.
We continued our walk towards home in a less-comfortable, quiet atmosphere until we passed the street that leads to Hyuna's house. My feet refused to take another step away from it. I looked down and listened to Jimin's footsteps. I really should go check on her. She could have fallen ill or had an accident. What if she's- Jimin's voice prevented that thought from going any further, "Why'd you stop, hyung?" His feet were no longer tapping against the concrete.
"I think... I'm gonna go to her house. It's been five days since I've heard from Hyuna, and I'm starting to get really worried. She's usually up my ass twenty-four seven, but now she's not. I need to check on her," I answered, not bothering to look up. I refuse to look at him when I talk about Hyuna. I can't. Ever since he kissed me, since I told him to kiss me, he makes me feel guilty.
"Wh-what? No! No, you... You can't go," he objected, his voice panicked. He rushed to my side and clung to my arm tightly like a koala. "Hoseok, she won't be the- I mean, you don't need to go see her. She's probably just fine! Y-you must s-stay with me! I won't let you see her, hyung," he suddenly spewed. Is he seriously getting jealous? He knows she's still my girlfriend, even if I have been messing around with him lately.
"She won't be... what," I wondered out loud.
"I-I-I-I didn't mean to say that! I-I wasn't thinking. Just... just please don't go, Hobi hyung. Please," Jimin begged desperately, beginning to stammer. His voice had cracked halfway through his plead as his tears slowly started soaking the arm of my white button-up shirt.
"Jimin..." I'm his best friend. I'm supposed to protect my precious little dongsaeng at all costs, not make him cry. Witnessing the tears in his eyes never fails to make my heart break. My knees felt weak, like they could buckle under me at any moment, as my heart crumbled beneath his sobs. I shushed him soothingly as I gently ran my fingers through his slick, black hair.
My arms engulfed him in a big bear hug. I whispered in his ear soothingly, "I won't go. Don't cry, Chim Chim. I'm not gonna go anywhere without you... Let's just go home now, okay? No more tears." He sniffed a few times, but seemed like he could neither speak nor stop crying. I carefully picked him up like a child; his legs wrapping tightly around my waist as he hugged my neck, his face buried in my shoulder. Despite his weight making my arms so weak and tired that they trembled, I carried him home just like that.
Once I arrived at my house, I went through the tedious task of holding the limp boy and unlocking the door simultaneously. Then, I carried him straight to my bedroom. I sat him down on my bed and went to take his schoolbag off of him, but he wouldn't let go of me. "Chim Chim," I cooed. "I need to take this off of you now. Come on, let go." He didn't budge until I reassured him that I wasn't going to leave.
He cautiously let go of my neck so that I could take off both his and my bag. Without hesitation, he clung to me like a koala bear once again in the same position as before. I chuckled softly at his cute behaviour and sat down criss-crossed on my bed. Arms still wrapped tightly around my neck, his legs relaxed a little bit, allowing him to sit in my lap. Why is it that I always end up in this fucking position with him?
Hoseok, this is not the time to get a hard on. Your best friend is crying in your arms, for fuck's sake. Control yourself, you horn-dog. ...But. He. Is. On. My. Dick.
I wrapped my arm around his waist while gently caressing the back of his head. "Please stop crying, Jimini-ah." After a minute of his non-stop sobs, I asked him why he was crying. No answer. "Is it because you thought I was going to leave you?" He slightly shook his head, and then hesitated before he nodded slowly. No... Yes... Damn it Jimin, which one is it?? I blew my bangs, slightly annoyed with his answers.
"Don't leave me, ever," he choked out as he significantly tightened his hold on me. "Please," he added in a faint whisper. Those words made my heart ache as I fought back the urge to cry, for his sadness is also my sadness. I wanted to be sincere and sweet, but the way his legs squeezed me caused his butt to put a lot of pressure on my crotch. Control your-fucking-self, Hoseok.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "I won't leave you, ever." I tightened my hold on his waist, firmly pressing him against me; half wanting to hug him closer as he did to me, half wanting to make his ass rub against my clothed dick. I'm a pervert. I just can't help myself.
"Hoseok-ah?"
"Yes Chim Chim?"
To Be Continued...
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It's gonna be continued in the next chapter because this one was getting to be way too long... I saw that it was getting to be over 2'600 words and was like 'Oh man holy shit! Gotta TBC this chapter.' ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Anyho, I hope my readers are enjoying this story so far... Prepare yourselves for smut in chapter 13... I bet you can't guess who tops ;)
I'll release it very soon since I'm super sick, feel shitty, and have nothing better to do.<3
~ Author-nim