Jimin stirred softly, mouth opening and closing as he swiped his pink tongue over his lips, snuggling back into the covers.
But he then heard soft snores, prompting him to remember his unfortunate reality. He peered over his shoulder, finding Jungkook with his eyes closed, mouth hung open only by a small margin.
Jimin pursed his lips, sitting up and scratching at his head. He wished he didn't remember allowing Jungkook to stay put, but he did. He wasn't sure why, but there wasn't much he could do about it, now that it already happened.
And so his eyes studied the boy before him. He definitely looked to be sleeping peacefully, clearly in a dream as his face continued to twitch; which Jimin found rather silly.
Furthermore, without much notice or control, he found his hazel eyes lingering over Jungkook's body. He couldn't stop himself. After seeing his naked torso last night... he just couldn't quite shake the image out of his head.
Why?
Jungkook then shifted onto his side, causing Jimin to panic and look away. But as soon as the brunette settled, Jimin's gaze lingered over to Jungkook once again. Except this time, his black top had rolled up his side, causing some of his bare back to show.
Jimin curled his lips in between his teeth, biting down before letting them go slowly. He noticed some strange marks on his back. They were small and circular. They almost looked like burn marks?
He knew he had no right, but his curious side got the best of him. He advanced forward on his knees, hands daring to hover above Jungkook's back. He went to press his fingers to the strange marks, immediately being stopped by Jungkook's gravelly morning voice.
"What are you doing?"
Jimin froze, eyes blowing up. He fidgeted in his seat, backing away, pulling his hand with him.
Jungkook rolled over to face Jimin, jaw taut as he sat up in the bed. "What were you doing, Park?"
Jimin bit down on his lower lip, messing with his fingers. "I just... I saw your back, and I was curious," he replied honestly, peering up at Jungkook through hooded eyes.
Without saying anything, Jungkook shook his head slowly.
"What?" Jimin questioned.
"It's none of your business. You should stop snooping," Jungkook advised coldly, swinging his legs over the bed.
"I'm sorry," Jimin said. "It's just that your shirt was rolled up," he explained adamantly. "I couldn't help myself."
Jungkook peered over his shoulder. "Why are you so curious about me? Why am I so interesting all of the sudden? You wanted nothing to do with me a few days ago," he reminded flatly.
Jimin shrugged softly. "I've never met somebody like you before."
Jungkook sniffed. "Someone like me? I'm not too sure what that's supposed to mean, Park."
Jimin sighed. "I've never actually met a gay person before."
Jungkook quirked a brow at the revelation, also noting that Jimin used a word other than 'faggot'.
"So you've never met a gay person before, yet you're one of the most homophobic people I've ever met. How does that work?" Jungkook asked, finally standing from the bed completely. He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Jimin expectantly.
Jimin's lips adjusted into a pout. He used his forefinger, drawing circles onto the covers. "I've been told that they're bad. That they're gross and unnatural."
A look of disapproval and pure frustration brushed Jungkook's face as he sighed heavily, staring down at his feet. It was clear, and it didn't take a genius to figure out, that Jimin didn't grow up hating gay people. A negative mindset and negative thoughts pertaining to homosexuals had been forced onto him, tainting the mind he carried in his skull.
"And do you still believe that?" Jungkook dared to ask, fully expecting the answer 'yes'. But surprisingly, that wasn't the case.
"I mean... I can't just all of the sudden stop believing, right? But... you're not gross like they say you are. You're normal, yet somehow different. You make my head spin," Jimin admitted his last statement quietly, eyes trained on his thighs.
"What was that?" Jungkook asked with a raised brow. He placed his hands on his hips, peering down at Jimin. Although the latter felt as thought he was being towered over.
"I - I just... my mind isn't clear when you're on it," he admitted shyly, biting down on his bottom lip as he looked up at Jungkook with an innocent glint in his eyes.
Jungkook hated how the sweet and innocent expression Jimin harboured made him feel. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside despite how fucking pretty he really was.
"I'm on your mind?" he asked, interest piqued as Jimin's cheeks rose with heat and a visible pinkish shade.
"I-I mean... just the fact that you're gay... and maybe why I'm more interested in that fact rather than revolted by it," he explained meekly, scrunching his nose.
Jungkook smirked. "You wanna know what it's like? Don't you, Park?" he teased.
Jimin gasped softly, shaking his head frantically. "N-no! I'm straight," he assured.
Jungkook kissed his teeth, slowly lowering himself onto Jimin's bed. He noticed how the latter tensed once the bed dipped. "Just because you're straight doesn't mean you can't be curious, right?" he pitched, formulating something in his mind. He knew Jimin was lying, and if not, he was at least bi-curious.
It couldn't hurt to have a little fun, could it?
"Well," Jimin started gently, shifting from his knees to his bum, pulling his legs up to his chest. "I am a curious person. An-and my parents always tell me that knowledge is key," he said hesitantly, as if trying to convince himself that this was an okay thing to do.
"Okay." Jungkook nodded his head. "They're right about one thing, at least," he said coldly without difficulty, catching a small glare sent his way from Jimin, causing Jungkook to chuckle.
"So where do you wanna start, Park?" the brunette asked, watching as Jimin lifted his chin from his knees.
"I don't know," he said quietly while shrugging his shoulders softly. "I can't ask about what I don't know."
Jungkook sniffed. "Okay. Well, for starters, it's basically the exact same as a heterosexual relationship. It's just... well, you know... the same genitalia," he pointed out flatly.
Jimin blushed, sinking further into his spot in silence.
"Holy shit." Jungkook smiled, mouth closed. "You've never been in a relationship before, have you?"
Jimin's nose scrunched. He shrugged lazily, placing his chin back onto his folded arms. Jungkook truly brought out the meek side in him.
"So you don't know what any of it is like? Damn." Jungkook chuckled.
Jimin picked his head up, eyes narrowed in Jungkook's direction. "I've been focusing on more important things, like school. Not everything is about sex," he said defensively.
"Well, suit yourself. I suppose my lesson here is done," Jungkook concluded while he stood up from the bed, his wrist being gripped softly.
"Wait," Jimin whined, peering up at Jungkook with a pleading look in his eyes.
"What now?" Jungkook rolled his eyes.
"I... I want you to show me. I don't know how, but please. I have no idea how anything works. How am I supposed to start a family when I don't even know where to put my thingy?" Jimin asked with genuine curiosity.
Jungkook stifled a laugh, biting down brutally on his bottom lip. "It's not rocket science, Park. Just watch porn or something," he suggested nonchalantly.
"P-porn?" Jimin questioned, releasing Jungkook's wrist.
"Yes, Park. Porn," Jungkook said condescendingly. He felt his phone buzz, and so he reached into his pocket, face falling as he studied the text message received.
"Jungkook?" Jimin said.
"I have to go." Jungkook pocketed his phone, darting out of the bedroom and very soon Jimin heard the front door close. He couldn't help but think it all very strange. Yet that's all this day had been.
He sighed heavily, fingers playing with a crease in his blanket. Porn?
Was he even allowed to watch it? Did boys get permission from their parents, or did they just watch it?
Jimin was tempted to walk downstairs and ask his parents if he could delve into it. Perhaps improve his non-existent sex life. But when he heard the front door shut and a vehicle screech out of the driveway, he changed his mind, because he was now alone.
His eyes trailed to his laptop sitting on his computer desk.
Should I?
No.
But maybe...
No! Stop!
"But I should," Jimin announced to himself quietly. "I should know how to do these things, right," he said, trying to convince himself that what he was doing was morally right.
He climbed out of his bed irresolutely, fingers whisking hesitantly at his laptop before he grabbed hold of it, pattering back to his bed. He leaned his back against his headboard, laptop rested on his thighs as he pealed the device open.
Just staring at the screen.
In a quick snap of decision making, he opened up a new tab and clicked on the search bar, simply looking up the word porn.
He squeaked and jolted, immediately being greeted by plenty of scary pop ups.
"Go away!" he screeched as he covered his eyes with his hand, peaking past a gap made by two of his partially seperated fingers.
His forefinger moved along the mousepad, quickly clicking all of the crosses to remove them.
"Gosh," he said stressfully. His eyes wandered the many very different options. Vanilla was his favourite flavour of ice cream, so that's what he settled for. He then pressed the 'straight' button.
He clicked a random video, not caring to look at the title of it. He saw a man and woman already naked, causing him to cringe. However, he pushed past it, making it to the point in which the man pushed himself inside of her.
He grimaced. It looked extremely painful.
He was lucky he was a guy, otherwise he had no idea how he'd manage.
But as soon as he started thrusting into her, Jimin found himself getting bored.
He wandered his options once again. It was as if the cursor had a mind of it's own.
It began to hover above the word 'gay'.
Jimin gulped. He nearly pressed it, but refrained from doing so. Why did it seem more enticing than straight porn?
A heavy groan erupted from the core of his throat as he shut his laptop closed, tossing it to the side.
He rolled down his bedframe, face falling into his hands as he whimpered.
He was even more confused than he was initially.
(A/N): I hope this isn't moving too fast. I'm trying to pace myself. :x