CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, CRACK HUMOR & MINOR FLUFF
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The sunlight that filtered through the blinds began to burn my skin. A window sat near the end of my bed, my feet out in the open, being directly hit by the orb's burning rays. With a sleepy, senseless groan, I brought my legs closer to my stomach. Something behind me shifted; I assumed it was only Nari or Yeontan, until an arm draped itself lazily over my mid-section, a hand splaying out gently against my abdomen. My heart rate began to escalate nervously; I turned around as slowly as possible, careful not to wake whoever was behind me. My eyes quickly adjusted to the sleeping form of Jimin, his mouth agape only slightly in his slumber. I began to grow more nervous by the second, unable to remember much of what happened after 6 p.m. the previous night. I instantly began to shove against Jimin's chest, putting distance between us until my back pressed up against the wall. An inaudible whimper escaped me; I wasn't used to sleeping next to someone so...normally. After Yura had proposed almost a year and a half ago, he had never shown affection in any shape or form. It was always aggressive handling for his pleasure rather than for mine, and more than half the time it left me sleeping at the edge of my side of the bed, ruffled and in tears. I continued shoving against Jimin's chest, hoping to knock him off the bed. I had no idea how he had ended up in my bed, and that scared me more than anything. After having three bottles of soju, he could've gotten me to do practically anything and I wouldn't have been able to consent to it.
Slowly, Jimin's eyes fluttered open, his pupils dilating as they met mine. I began using my legs to move him away from me, but before I could get him off my mattress, he dug his fingers into the bedsheets and hauled himself closer. I whined nervously, trying to press myself further against the wall. Jimin noticed my unusual behavior, his hand snaking up my arm until it grasped my shoulder firmly.
"Yumin, what's-"
"Why're you in my bed!?" I hissed, pushing his hand away. "What happened!?"
Confused, Jimin blinked leisurely for a few seconds before a soft smile broke out across his face. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair out of my face, an airy chuckle rising from his chest. "It's not what you think," he purred deeply, sending a warm streak through my center.
"Then what is it?"
"You had a little too much to drink last night is all. I...I brought you here and you fall asleep on my lap. I didn't want to wake you, so I just sat there until I fell asleep and now-" He motioned to the bed and messy sheets.
Heartbeat still racing, I took a shuddering deep breath before asking hesitantly, "Did we...do anything?"
Jimin chuckled breathily, reaching out to pull me closer to him. I placed my hands against his chest, still uncomfortable at his closeness, but not wanting him to move away either. He pressed his forehead gently against mine as he murmured, "Unfortunately, no. But, you know I'd never do that to you...right?"
I only watched him carefully, unsure of how to answer. I had only known Jimin for about a month; I didn't know what drove him, or entirely what his intentions were with me. Jimin sighed heavily, shutting his eyes.
"I don't know why you think I'd do that to you, but I wouldn't...ever."
I nodded slowly, letting my arm slip around his back so that I could rest my head against his chest. Jimin held me gently, drawing lazy circles against my shoulder blades.
"You forget I lived with a lying cheater since I was 19. It's better for me to assume things and find out later that it wasn't true, than to assume nothing happened at all just to find that it did."
Jimin rested his chin lightly on the top of my head. "What'd he do to you, Yumin?"
I sighed, not wanting to have to relive everything Yura put my through, but wanting to confide in someone.
"Everything," I muttered.
"Everything?"
"Everything. Mental abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse. He would force me to do things with him, and after everything was over, when I'd slip into little space, he'd hit me and tell me I was acting like a baby. That I wasn't allowed to act so foolish."
Jimin tensed beneath me, pulling away so that he could look at my face. I held eye contact steadily with him, feeling like I was on the verge of crying but refusing to let anything show. Jimin's eyes trailed up and down my body before resting on my face, his gaze warm and gentle as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my forehead.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't know."
I shook my head calmly. "You asked, and I just thought you deserved to know why I almost shoved you onto the floor."
A small grin adorned the man's pale face. He pressed our foreheads together again and without pause, slowly muttered, "I'm not going to do anything like that to you, okay? You're safe here."
I nodded slowly, lazily pressing a kiss against Jimin's lips. As I pulled away, Jimin followed me intently, pressing out lips back together firmly. His hand slipped under my shirt, his fingers trailing idly down my back. I gripped the front of his t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of his hands gently roaming about my backside. Hesitantly, he pushed himself up, forcing me to roll over onto my back. Slowly, I released his shirt, bringing my hands close to my stomach nervously. Jimin watched me quietly, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.
"Are you comfortable?" he hesitated.
"I don't know," I responded. "I guess?"
"' I guess' isn't very reassuring." Jimin lowered himself, keeping steady by placing his arms above my head. "If you're uncomfortable, just say something."
"I don't feel uncomfortable. I just...I don't know."
Jimin planted a kiss against my forehead, then my nose, then my lips, working his way slowly down my jaw until he paused at my ear. "I have an idea," he murmured, a hint of humor lacing his tone.
I furrowed my brow with a light chuckle, reaching my hands up and around his neck. Gently, I pulled on the end of his fluffy, black hair. "Yeah?"
He nodded against my neck, working his way back around the side of my face to my lips. I kissed him softly, a slight hint of guilt flitting in and out of my mind. Fingers threaded through his hair, I broke the kiss and watched the man before me contentedly.
"Mhmm," he nodded, eyes leisurely traveling over my face. "But, you have to promise not to laugh."
"Oh...kay?" I faltered.
"Okay. How 'bout we play a game?"
"A game?"
"A game." Jimin chuckled softly and I couldn't help but smile.
"Okay... What kind of game?"
"Are You Nervous?"
I burst into a fit of amusement, quickly covering my mouth with my hands. Jimin crowed airily above me, his eyes almost completely disappearing amongst his face.
"I said don't laugh."
"I know. I know, but, I haven't played that game since I was like...15."
Jimin raised an eyebrow humorously. "What were you doing at 15 that required the game Are You Nervous? to take place?"
"Don't worry about it," I laughed, running my hands through my messy hair. Jimin grinned, planting a quick kiss on my lips.
"So... do you want to try? It'll help me know what you're comfortable with."
I watched Jimin carefully for a few moments, beginning to grow a bit nervous and excited at the same time. It was a childish game, but it was also an easy way for Jimin to figure out my do's and don'ts. Languidly, I nodded. Jimin smiled warmly in the light of the early morning sun, pressing gentle kisses along the outsides of my face. I shut my eyes peacefully, reaching out to thread my fingers through his hair. Groaning softly, Jimin connected our lips, kissing me slowly at first but gradually growing needier. A sharp, almost painful burst of heat shot up the middle of my stomach, forcing me to arch my back. Jimin's breathing grew heavy, one arm slowly moving down to hook under my waist. He worked his way confidently down my neck, nudging my chin up for better access. Jimin's lips latched onto the side of my neck, gently sucking at the skin. I hissed as a sharp pain surfaced where his lips were; it wasn't too painful, but it was unexpected. My reaction elicited a slight chuckle from Jimin; he moved his way across the top of my chest slowly.
"Nervous yet?" he breathed hotly, slowing pushing my shirt past my ribcage.
I shook my head sluggishly, gently pulling at his hair.
"Words, angel," he chuckled against me.
"N-No."
I honestly wasn't nervous. With Yura, I always had to be on edge in case he pulled something stupid or potentially harmful to help satisfy himself. But, with Jimin, I felt comfortable. My body felt fluid and warm as I let him explore certain parts of me, only slightly nervous because this was a new experience for both of us.
Because, I missed Yoongi.
"Good," Jimin mumbled against my skin, slowly lifting his head and shifting downward. I opened my eyes just a bit, my gaze locked onto the top of his head. Fingers still threaded through his silky hair, I followed him down to my stomach as he began peppering small kisses across the tanned skin. For a few seconds, he remained near my abdomen, his kisses leaving a small red mark on the skin, before moving down to my lower abdomen and pelvis. Jimin's hands moved down to hold my hips in place as I arched the lower part of my spine. A moan slipped out of me and I flushed with embarrassment.
"Jimin," I whimpered.
He raised his head slowly, arching a brow. "Here?"
I nodded, closing my eyes tightly. I felt Jimin's weight shift, his hot breath wafting into my face. I scrunched my nose, playfully commenting, "You smell like you ate cologne."
"That would be the alcohol," he purred, planting his lips on mine.
I pulled him closer to me, our bodies pressed flush against each other. Jimin balanced himself on his forearms so that all of his body weight wasn't on me. I smiled against him, enjoying the pleasurable comfort that he made me feel.
"Now I know where I can and can't explore later," Jimin smiled, gazing down at me lazily.
"Mhmm," I nodded.
He smirked. "Did I damage your vocal cords or something?"
"No," I whispered sleepily, bringing his face closer to mine. I kissed him sloppily. Jimin's head lowered to the side, his body bending with it. I felt his hips grind gently against mine and I whimpered against his lips, once against feeling that warm streak through my center. He groaned softly, pulling back.
"Maybe we should stop," he cautioned, pressing his forehead against mine.
"Why?" I mumbled, running my hands around the front of his neck and chest and down across his abdomen. Something in the back of my mind seemed to be controlling my choice in bodily movements, but I didn't mind. Jimin was accepting of my changes in action, but everything I did evoked a lovely reaction from him.
"Because," he proclaimed softly, "If we don't, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself in check."
I opened my eyes slowly, the thought of Jimin recklessly exploring my body sending a shiver down my spine. For some reason, I wanted that; safe yet mindless coition between us without having to worry about if I'd lose consciousness halfway through, or what bruises would scar my body when I woke up. Gripping his shirt tightly, I kissed along his jaw and down the front of his neck, feeling him swallow restlessly. Extending my neck made pain flare-up against the lower left side. I winced, pulling back and running a finger around that area.
Jimin watched me with a playful smirk. "It's a hickey, Yumin. It's supposed to hurt at first." He furrowed his brow. "Have you never gotten a hickey before?"
"I've gotten one before," I shot back. "I'm not a baby. I'm just more used to..."
"Used to what?" Jimin laid back down against the mattress, facing me with an arm draped limply over my hip. I faced him cautiously, growing more aware of the limited space between us.
"Bite marks. And bruising...fr-from slaps and gripping."
I shut my eyes, groaning, feeling like I was explaining the aggressive sexual displays that would take place in a porno. I exhaled drowsily from my nose and Jimin pulled me against his torso. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating against his ribcage. The soft, steady rise and fall of his chest and the muffled, echoing beat of his heart slowly put me back to sleep.
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"Aish! Jungkook, get off!" Jimin shoved against the younger man, but Jungkook already had his arms wrapped tightly around his hyung's shoulders. Jungkook quickly pressed their lips together, Jimin's complaining muffled by the kiss. I chuckled warmly, turning and hiding my face away against my pillow.
"Oh, no, you're not getting out of this that easily, sweetheart."
Taehyung jumped over the smaller pair, landing on top of me with an oof. I whined pathetically, stifling my laughter as I beat against his chest. "Get off of me, you fat-ass!" I shouted.
"Aww, so we're coming up with nicknames for each other? How 'bout I call you chub-cheeks?"
I growled at him. "Tiny-cock." I threw the insulting name at his face with a snarl, my teeth glinting in the sunlight.
"Saggy-tits."
"Ball-licker."
"Cock-sucker."
I cackled at the nick-name. "You're not wrong!"
Taehyung snorted, pressing his head against my chest as he laughed aloud. Jimin and Jungkook watched us with smiles adorning their pretty faces. I smacked Taehyung lightly on the head, forcing him to move aside to let me side up. I pulled my legs into a criss-cross position and flicked Taehyung against his forehead playfully.
"Limp-dick," I muttered playfully.
Taehyung chuckled, leaning in playfully. I stared at him with wide eyes, not sure whether he was going to kiss me or slap me.
"Well, how about we go fix that real quick?" he purred, grabbing my hand and placing it on my thigh.
I stared at him dumbfoundedly, unable to move, my hand frozen solid against his thigh. Jimin sat up calmly, Jungkook still wrapped around him, sitting comfortably in his hyung's lap. He reached out and moved my hand back on my own lap.
"Taehyung, stop fucking around," he laughed, but there was a hint of unease in his tone.
"Aw, c'mon hyung, I was only joking." He grinned at me, slipping a wink when his hyung wasn't looking.
"Okayyyy," I groaned, pushing myself off the end of the bed. I listened to the others laugh behind me, getting to their feet and following me out into the living room. Nari and Yeontan were stationed at their food bowls near the edge of the island counter, gobbling up their food as if they hadn't eaten in days. I stumbled drowsily up to the fold-out couch and flopped down against it with a sigh.
Jimin and Jungkook wandered into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry near the dining table for something to eat. Taehyung sat down calmly beside me, stretching his legs up over the arm of the couch so that he could rest his head against my lap.
"What're you doing?" I whispered, trying to force his head out of my lap.
"Being friendly. What's it look like I'm doing?"
"You're never friendly, Tae."
"Well, it's obvious you're not leaving anytime soon, so let's change that."
I glanced over at the kitchen; Jimin and Jungkook were giggling at something quietly, their backs to us. Staring down at Taehyung, I narrowed my eyes warily. "You're jokes are a little too friendly for my liking."
Taehyung chuckled, staring up at me and running a finger across my cheek. I jerked my head away from his touch, smacking his head.
"Stop, before Jimin oppa sees," I chided, forcing Taehyung to sit upright.
He smirked. "And what if I don't?"
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I feel like this chapter could've been better, but I guess the next one will help explain this last part. That chapter might be a little slow, but this book is supposed to gradually explain things over a long period of time, not just dive right into everything all at once. 😩 I hope you guys enjoyed this at least a little bit. I was fairly uncomfortable in my own skin while writing that little...skit...with Yumin and Jimin, but I think it came out okay. There's always more chapters to work on and get better at, so, I'll just keep trying. 😊😉