"As school body president, I think you should throw a small party, Jimin," Jason suggested as they waited for the bell to ring for their class prior to lunch.
Jimin shook his head. "Don't think I forgot about what happened yesterday, Jason. Dick move," he said in disdain as he swatted one of his hands in dismissal.
"What?" Jason questioned playfully. "There's nothing wrong with bringing a chick to the bed. Just make sure you cover up next time," he advised carelessly with a lazy shrug.
"Yeah, but it was covered until we uncovered it," Eric chimed in. "It was a dick move and I know I already said this but we're sorry. You didn't deserve to be humiliated like that in front of everyone-"
"Humiliated?" Jason cut him off with a wry chuckle. "Some people were quiet, yes, but majority of the students in that class were cheering him on."
A conquered sigh slipped it's way past Jimin's bitten on lips. "I didn't want to be cheered on. I didn't want anyone to know. It's my personal business and you made it public. Walking around in sweatpants and a hoodie was bad enough. I didn't need more people staring at me," he explained firmly as he looked at Jason.
Jason hummed thoughtfully. He then leaned forward into Jimin's face, causing him to retreat.
"What are you doing?" the ravenette asked with knit brows.
"Are you feeling okay, Jimin? These days you've been acting strange and I can't quite put my finger on what's causing it. Like you said, sweatpants and hoodie. But showing up late to school? That's unheard of, especially considering you being school body president. You always manage to show up at least fifteen minutes before classes start. So what is it?"
Jimin gulped, eyes flitting between Jason and Eric whom glared at the former with sharp eyes. Has he really been that obvious? He supposed so as he rubbed at his nape, finding it difficult to avoid his stupid friend's prying gaze.
"Fine, I'll throw the party!" he shouted out finally, scowling at Jason whom recoiled back into his seat with a smug look on his face.
Jimin exhaled heavily, heels of his palms digging into his eyes. "Why do you want a party thrown, anyway? Why can't you do it at your house?" he asked eagerly, hungry for a reasonable answer.
"My dad is the principal. Of course I wouldn't be able to throw a party, Jimin. And besides, your parents are always away working. They don't have to know," Jason said with a shrug.
Jimin studied Jason questioningly. "Why does it feel like you already had all of this planned out?"
"Just because I'm not school smart doesn't mean I'm not smart at all," he tried to reason, however Eric started laughing almost immediately after.
"What? What's so funny?"
"I just don't think you're that smart."
"Oh, and you are?"
"Stop arguing you guys," Jimin grumbled as he rubbed at his temples, trying to ease his impending headache. He wanted nothing more than to throttle Jason but he would never actually act on his desires. And besides, he knew he would lose because Jason went to the gym frequently. Jimin however had been falling off of the wagon.
Jason seemed entertained with a smile on his face, yet it soon faltered to be replaced by something sour.
Jimin was curious as to what prompted such an abrupt shift in his attitude. And so he craned his neck, peering over his shoulder to find Jungkook waiting in the lunch line. He had earbuds snug in his ears as he bopped his head lightly.
"Fucking faggot."
Jimin actually jumped at this, frightened by how cruel the words truly felt after not hearing them or speaking them for a long time. And what shocked him more was the fact that he felt a twinge of hurt for himself.
"Jason, remove that word from your fucking vocabulary. I don't care how homophobic you are, but it doesn't mean you have to showcase it," Eric said curtly, although truthfully as he shook his head in disapproval.
"And since when do you care about what words I use when speaking?" Jason retorted. "Don't get all soft on me, Eric."
Eric rolled his eyes. "I'm not getting soft. It's just common sense, Jason. Now I'm not sure if you understand what that is, but-"
Jason was quick to interrupt Eric as he pinned him to the wall by his neck. It all happened so swiftly, Jimin had no time to react.
"Jason, stop it!" the ravenette yelled in fear, however Eric looked the least bit worried.
"I was wondering when you were going to break," he said smugly with a cocky lopsided smile. "Tell me, how fragile is your intelligence that you have to fucking pin me against the wall, Jason."
"Stop fucking talking, Eric. You're giving me a headache," Jason growled, beginning to increase the pressure he used while pushing down against his friend's throat.
"Jason, stop for God's sake!" Jimin shouted as he rushed to aid Eric. He brushed at Jason's back, only for the latter to strike Jimin's nose with his elbow.
Jimin stunbled onto his butt, holding his nose as he whimpered. Before things got any further, Jason's father as well as some teachers approached the scene.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Jimin jolted, craning his neck upward to find a worried Jungkook peering down at him. He would have reassured him, however Jason had been watching.
"Go away! Don't touch me!" Jimin yelled, recoiling as he held his nose.
Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. "Whatever," he said as he walked away from the chaos unfolding in the hallway.
Eventually Jason had been escorted to the office and the rowdy students of the school calmed down. There was no way Jimin was going to be throwing that party for Jason. Not after what he did to Eric.
Beep!
Jimin pulled out his phone, staring at a mass text that had Jimin's address as well as an invite to a party.
"Are you kidding me?" he said exhaustedly, voice nasally as he continued to hold his bleeding nose. He stood to his feet, pocketing his phone as he made his way to the bathroom. On his way there, many people expressed their excitement for the night and all he could do was fake a smile. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn't tell everyone it was cancelled, otherwise that would look bad. And besides, he wouldnt be able to win against his school of roughly five hundred teenagers.
He gathered some toilet paper, pressing the wad to his nose gingerly. Despite his best efforts to make no noise, little whines managed to run past his chapped lips. Jason hit him pretty good, but it didn't appear or feel broken, so that was good, at least.
"Hey, Jimin, you okay?"
Jimin looked through the mirror, meeting Eric's reflection standing behind him.
"I'm okay. I don't think it's that bad," he dismissed as he removed the bloodied paper towel from his nose, reaching for a new ball of it.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Jason got expelled this time," Eric informed as his fingers lingered on his neck.
Jimin's gaze averted drom his own reflection to his friend's solemn state. He sighed softly, throwing his paper towel away. He washed his hands as well as his face, walking to stand before Eric. He touched his neck softly, pads of his fingers grazing the faint yet visible marks that Jason had left behind.
"Are you okay, Eric?" Jimin asked gently, touch still ghosting Eric's neck. "He seemed to have pressed down pretty hard. I'm afraid he wouldn't have stopped. I tried to stop him, but obviously I wasn't-"
Jimin's eyes blew up as he felt his lips captured by Eric's. He stared widely at his friend's face, finding his eyes fluttered shut.
He was quick to push him away, hand pressing against his mouth in shock. "Eric, what the hell?" he shouted, appearing absolutely horrified at the turn of events.
"I'm sorry! I just... I just had to! You wouldn't stop talking, and... and - I like you, okay?" Eric spluttered, taking one step closer.
However Jimin took one step back. What the hell was going on right now? Eric has been his friend since they were young. They were best friend's. What now?
"I just - stay away from me, Eric. Please," Jimin begged with eyes glossed over, bottom lip captured between his teeth to halt it's need to tremble. He wrapped his arms around himself, shaking under Eric's strong gaze.
"I just kissed you and told you I liked you. How can I stay away now that it's out in the open? I've been keeping this secret for as long as I can remember, Jimin. And when I saw that hickey on your neck... I had to pretend I didn't care. But I'm tired of pretending," Eric told as he craddled his nape with his hand, staring at Jimin with a coherent blush spread along his cheeks.
Jimin blushed as well, dumbfounded by Eric's unexpected confession. What the hell was he supposed to say?
"Eric, I-"
"You don't have to say anything, okay? Just think about it," he said quietly before pivoting on his heel, leaving the bathroom.
Jimin's head got sent a stir as he trained his vision on the dirty bathroom floor mindlessly. This was yet another hurdle that he didn't need in his life right now. Their whole friendship, he'd known Eric to be straight. And then all of the sudden he found the courage to profess his love and kiss him on the lips?
His first kiss.
He sighed shakily, gripping stressfully at his black hair before finally mustering up enough power to leave the bathroom and reach his next classroom. He felt lost, and he wouldn't be surprised if he looked the part. All of his classmates were staring at him. All but one, and I'm sure the odd one out was quite obvious.
The ravenette surveyed his sitting options. Two vacant spots next to Eric. One for him, the other for Jason who had been expelled. Yet he didn't find any of the two appealing. And so he took to one of the empty seats at the very back of the class, quick to burry his face into his arms, however avoiding his nose.
And soon, slumber claimed him.
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Ring! Ring! Ring!
The lunch bell was quick to wake Jimin up. He was thankful that it was lunch now, as he could go home early and probably prepare for the party considering his parents wouldn't be home.
He had no books to gather as he stood up, being the second last person to leave the classroom. It was empty besides him and Jungkook, so when Jimin passed the aforementioned, his wrist had been gently brushed by Jungkook's fingers.
The ravenette jumped, turning around to find Jungkook staring at him without speaking a word.
"What?" Jimin questioned frustratedly, just wanting to leave.
Jungkook looked at him for a few more seconds before speaking. "If you don't want to talk to me anymore, just let me know. I'd rather not be yelled at in front of other students," he said solidly as he stood up from his seat, prepared to walk away.
Jimin was quick to grab his wrist this time, causing Jungkook to stop. "Look, I'm sorry. Things have just been super crappy lately," he explained vaguely. "I'm throwing a party tonight if you want to come. You're allowed to."
Jungkook shook his head. "I don't do parties. But have fun." He shrugged Jimin's hand away, leaving the classroom behind as well as an irked Jimin.
The ravenette ran his rand through his hair for the umpteenth time that day, releasing a heavy sigh. He sauntered out of the classroom, eager to leave school and reach his house. He gathered all of his things, swinging his backpack over his shoulders as he prepared to walk home. He really needed to fix his car up.
The trek home for Jimin was filled with soft tunes as they sang to him through his earbuds. He stuffed his hands into his pant pockets, heels of his sleek shoes scuffing the sidewalk. He actually didn't mind walking considering today was such a beautiful day, of course save for the incident that happened in the hallway with Jason and the fact that his best friend confessed his love for him.
Okay, maybe not so beautiful.
Either way, he reached the steps leading up to his front door. He climbed them and was quick to enter, not surprised at all to find that niether of his parents were home. Jimin decided to set things up rather early and spend the rest of his free time finishing up the pile of homework he had unfortunately created for himself during his off days.
As the hours passed by, it soon reached the time the text invitation indicated. He still wasn't too sure who sent it, but he had every right to believe that it had been Jason.
The doorbell rang once, and then soon many times more. He decided to leave the front door open. It was a warm night and so he supposed it wouldn't be that big of a deal. People were coming and going anyways, swimming in the pool and hanging out in the front.
And despite all of this, despite being the host, he had locked himself up in his bedroom because he had no desire to converse with any of his classmates. He doubted Jason was even here desbite being the one who started it all. He was just glad that he finally got what was coming.
Jimin knew there was no way he was falling asleep. At least not for awhile. And so he pulled his phone out, finding his Snapchat story filled with everything pertaining to his party. He wasn't at all surprised, and expected nothing less. It was always like this. Well... minus Jimin hibernating in his bedroom. He began to scroll when he heard his doorknob twist, a tipsy Jungkook stumbling into his bedroom.
Jimin's jaw dropped as he stared at Jungkook, clumsily walking over to his bed.
"When did you get here? You said you weren't coming," Jimin said skeptically as he sat up, propping himself up on his arms. "And you're drunk. What the hell?"
Jungkook hummed monotously as he reached Jimin's bed uncoordinatedly, falling onto his back.
"No!" Jimin squeaked, trying to push Jungkook away. "Get off of my bed!"
Jungkook grumbled, shifting and then stopping suddenly as soon as he found a comfortable position.
Jimin sighed, preparing to get off of his bed and resort to the floor. But then he saw something that caught his interest. Something that begged for attention, despite the ravenette knowing how bad it was.
He sat onto his knees hesitantly, scooting over closer to Jungkook's body. Memories came flooding back and he remembered the marks on his back. But that's not what he was interested in right now.
Jungkook's shirt had crawled up his side, and he was ready to explore his hot skin.
He reached his hand out hesitantly, apprehensive gaze flitting from Jungkook's scrunched up face to the exposed part of his stomach. He knew this was bad. Jungkook was a guy. Jungkook was under the influence. But he had an itch and it wouldn't go away.
So before he could stop himself, he brushed Jungkook's abdomen with his fingers, feeling his pulse beating in his ears. His adrenaline was rushing, and all he'd done was plant his fingers along his abs. But then soon his full hand pressed along his stomach.
And before he knew it, Jungkook had the ravenette pinned beneath him, hand still pressed to his flushed skin.
"Juh-Jungkook," he gasped softly, meeting the brunette's piercing gaze as it bored into his own. Drinking him up, tearing him down. Breaking his walls. Exploring his honey filled irises and how they sparkled in shock, maybe even fear.
"What are you doing, Park?"
"I... I - you're not drunk?" he questioned softly, feeling his breath hitch as Jungkook's fingers brushed his side.
"I had a couple. Why? Were you hoping I wouldn't figure out that you were touching me?"
"I don't know," he replied truthfully, feeling his face heat up as Jungkook's brown eyes trailed from his own to his full lips. "I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I am."
Jungkook hummed softly, feeling Jimin's hand shift with uncertainty against his stomach. But he held it there, nodding reassuringly at Jimin. "You can touch me, Park. Don't be afraid."
Jimin bit down on his lip, feeling it quiver. "But that's all I am. Afraid. I don't know anything. What I thought I knew seems so far away now," he croaked out, feeling his eyes pool with tears, however they had yet to fall.
Jungkook roved Jimin's face carefully, hand moving from his side. He didn't want to scare the ravenette away.
"Wuh-wait," Jimin spoke suddenly, hand going to grab Jungkook's. He seemed so confident in his actions, yet his mind was a blur. "Please," he breathed out softly. "Tuh-touch my bare skin, maybe..." he requested softly.
"Jimin-"
"I know," Jimin said, interrupting him. "Just do it, please..."
Jungkook nodded his head, hand moving from above his shirt to beneath it as he caressed Jimin's side lovingly, feeling and watching as Jimin released a small gasp.
"Muh-more," the ravenette requested.
Jungkook watched Jimin's face for any sign of disapproval as he dove in slowly, lips pressing to Jimin's neck, careful and slow. He tested the waters, but as soon as he heard Jimin mewling for more, he increased his pace. He added his tongue, swirling it along Jimin's soft neck as the boy continued to moan softly, keening for more. His hand that was on Jungkook's bare stomach had roamed to his back, other hand doing the same. He clawed gently, pulling him in closer.
"Juh-Jungkook, I-"
"I hear you, Jimin," Jungkook said while pulling away, staring at the panting boy beneath him. Cheeks rosy red and black hair fanning the white covers beneath him. A pretty hickey on his collarbone this time, rather than his neck.
Jimin peered up at the brunette past dark lashes, his actions seemingly catching up to him as his face began to tremble uncontrollably, a small choked sob crawling up his throat.
"Hey," Jungkook started, brushing Jimin's fringe from his eyes. "It's okay. You're okay. You have nothing to worry about, Jimin. It's just us two," he tried to soothe.
"This isn't me," Jimin croaked out, hands falling from Jungkook's bare back to cover his face.
Jungkook sighed quietly, removing himself from over top of Jimin. "You're still trying to figure yourself out, and that's okay. I know you know what you want, but you're afraid. I'm just telling you that you don't have to be."
Jimin continued to sniffle, although removing his hands from his face. Bottom lip protruded and eyes sad, he stared up at Jungkook past dampened and clumped lashes.
"Are you tired?" Jungkook asked.
Jimin nodded his head. Tired, yes. But not just for sleep.
"Okay, I'll leave you alone then-"
"Wait," Jimin said, grabbing Jungkook's arm. "Stay? Please?" he asked gently as he stared at his mattress, afraid to meet the brunette's caring gaze.
"Okay. I'll stay. Where do you want me?"
"Please hold me?"