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"Quit kicking my chair." Jimin hissed over his shoulder at a smirking Jeongguk. They were in the middle of class and the stupid brat was at it again with torturing Jimin.
"Make me." came the childish taunt.
Jimin rolled his eyes at the lack of maturity laced in Jeongguk’s voice and scooted his chair forward. He scraped to a halt when his stomach pressed into the edge of his desk and scowled ahead. Their teacher droned on and Jimin tried to focus but the obnoxious sound of chair legs scraping the floor pierced his ears.
Don't even look, Park. Ignore the dumbass, ignore him. Jimin thought to himself and, as nonchalantly as he could, reached into one of the pockets to his jacket that was slung over the back of his chair, and casually pulled out his pack of gum. The scent of fresh Cobalt wafted into his nostrils as he peeled open the paper flap and tugged out his last piece of 5 Gum. Luckily he had another pack stashed in his locker, his addiction for this gum brand was no joke.
Discarding the empty pack on the edge of his desk, Jimin popped the chewy goodness into his mouth and hummed happily. So fresh, so clean, so damn good-
"Where's my piece?" Jeongguk kicked at the back of Jimin's chair again, and the owner of said chair whipped around with a glare.
"Do you fucking mind?"
"Yeah, I fucking do. I want some gum." Jeongguk was a row behind yet he still rose out of his chair and reached down to snoop in Jimin's jacket.
"Jeon, I will literally snap your fingers in three different ways if you don't get them off the merchandise."
Jeongguk paused with arched eye brows as he looked up at Jimin. For a moment he just stared at his pouty lips as he chewed around the gum, sharp jaw twitching with every movement. "But I like touching the merch." Jimin squinted his eyes when Jeongguk rose back up and gave his a body a once over. That brat...
"Well, I don't have anymore and even if I did you wouldn't get a piece from me. But here, at least take the trash out for me." Jimin picked up the empty pack and tossed it over to Jeongguk who caught it easily before turning around. Because his back was arrogantly turned, Jimin missed the dark smirk that crossed over Jeongguk‘s face.
Class ended shortly after and Jimin walked out of the room, phone out in his hand. He was in the middle of reading a text Taehyung had sent him as he walked down the hall to his locker when someone grabbed his shoulder and yanked him around. "Hey!" Jimin glared up at Jeongguk once he was facing him and tugged himself free. "You can't go around grabbing people, asshole!" he snapped his gum irritably.
Jeongguk was unperturbed, eyes dark. He crowded into Jimin who began to flush, and tried to shuffle back. Jeongguk stilled him by gripping his hips and cocked his head down closer to Jimin's level. "You've got jokes, Jimin." Jeongguk casually waved the crushed pack of gum in Jimin's face before tugging said boy closer. Jimin froze when he felt Jeongguk‘s hand spread over the back of his ass, dip into his pocket, and drop the packet there. Jeongguk gave it a pat when he was done before resting both hands on Jimin's cheeks. "Now, I want my piece."
Before Jimin could protest, Jeongguk leaned down, tipped Jimin's face up, and captured his lips. His sweet, virgin lips. Jimin's first reaction was to physically remove Jeongguk, most likely with a flying kick, but the kiss was unexpectedly gentle and he was thrown off, having not expecting Jeongguk of all people to kiss with such softness. Even the brat's lips were soft as they danced with Jimin's easily, parting Jimin's own soft lips with nudges and nips. The hands on Jimin's slender hips pulled him closer and Jimin's slow, muddled mind went with it. And if Jimin clutched to the front of Jeongguk‘s one of many stupid white shirts, he would deny instantly.
Jeongguk slid his tongue out and traced the outer seam of Jimin's lips before prodding against the seal, urging the older to open up, to let him taste. The action startled Jimin who broke free, but Jeongguk growled and tugged him back in, this time a bit more harshly. Jimin gasped when his bottom lip was bit and Jeongguk took the chance to ease his wet appendage into the older's wet cavern. Strong mint dissolved over his taste buds and Jeongguk let out a low, appreciative moan. He tilted Jimin's head back further and dove down deeper, licking against every crevice and dip he could reach.
Jimin would deny this all later, he would. But he couldn't help the little gasps and breathy mewls he slipped out. The kiss had finally turned into what he expected of Jeon Jeongguk, wet, messy, and so so dirty. He whimpered around Jeongguk‘s tongue and paid no attention to when Jeongguk found and stole his piece of gum. Even after Jeongguk slowly retreated, Jimin didn't notice, too busy with how Jeongguk suckled the tip of his tongue into his mouth.
Jimin was glazed eyes and feisty remark free (at least for now) when Jeongguk backed off completely. Jeongguk gazed down at Jimin with a lazy smirk, quite happy with his handiwork, and leaned back down to place a finishing touch kiss on Jimin's rosy cheek. Instead of pulling away, the younger trailed his lips over to Jimin's tiny ear. "You look fucked out. The funny thing is, I haven't fucked you yet."
Jimin crashed back into reality with those harsh words, and choked out an indignant squawk while Jeongguk rose up and side stepped around him, signature smirk back in place. "Thanks for the gum, sugarplum."
Jimin could only watch Jeongguk saunter down the hall, passing the onlookers with their mouths open. Jimin's was open too, but he snapped it closed with the last bit of dignity he had. If only the ground would open up and swallow the over grown brat. Or Jimin, because at this point he didn't care. Not when they had just made out in front of everyone. Jimin knew Jeongguk had no shame, but fucking hell, he did. And to think he even liked the kiss was one thing...
...but the brat actually succeeded in taking his fucking gum. "Fucking Jeongguk." Jimin groaned and stomped down in the other direction.