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“Why did I run away like that? Ugh! I just made myself look like an idiot.” Jimin chided himself in the bathroom of the house that he was currently in; the party, still in full swing downstairs. All he did was smile at him and it sent him blushing and running for the nearest bathroom. Why did he even come anyways? All because Tae…
“I don’t want to go alone!” Taehyung clung to his arm like a small 5 year old child.
“Then just don’t go.” Jimin rolled his eyes and tried but failed to pry a clinging Tae off his arm.
“But I have to go!”
“Then go!”
“But I don’t want to show up like a loner all by myself!”
“…It’s a party. You don’t need someone to accompany you.”
“But I’m probably gonna get drunk off my ass and then who takes care of me and take me home?” Tae knew he had him. Jimin was always there for Tae when he’s drunk and always took care of him too. He knew he had him when that smug look came across his face. Jimin sighed in defeat.
“Fine!” Tae whooped and ran off to get ready. He hopes he doesn’t regret this.
Oh, he was regretting it alright. From the minute he stepped in to the minute he locked eyes with Namjoon, feeling his face heat up as he smiled at him, his dimples coming through…and then he ran.
“Ugh!” Jimin furiously washed his hands even though he hadn’t even used the toilet before dropping his head on the mirror in front of him.
“I’m so stupid!” Jimin softly started to knock his head on the wall humming a tune to get Namjoon out of his mind.
“Be careful there.”
It wasn’t even working. He was starting to hear his voice now.
Soft hands grabbed him and pulled him away from the wall.
“You might hurt that cute little forehead of yours.”
“Wha-” Jimin felt the soft pad of a thumb stroke his forehead before pulling back.
Jimin almost choked as his eyes fell on the person he’s liked for three months.
“You’re so cute when you blush.” Namjoon’s arm slid down his face to stroke his now warm flushed cheeks, his breath getting caught in his throat.
Jimin was confused as to what was happening right now. He didn’t believe that this was real. But if this was a dream then he doesn’t want to wake up yet.
“Stop that.” It was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it.
Namjoon’s fingers travelled down to pull his bottom lip that he didn’t realize he was chewing on, out from between his teeth. Running the pad of his thumb across it, the intense heated gaze namjoon had on his lip sent a pool of heat straight to his rapidly hardening cock in his pants. The feel of his warm minty breath fanning over his lips showed how close he was and it didn’t help soften his growing erection one bit.
“Shit.” Namjoon released his lip quickly and made a bee line straight to the bathroom door.
“Wait!” He froze right at the bathroom door, his posture showing that he was listening.
“I-I just w-wanted to t-tell you that um-”
“What is it?” His voice wasn’t harsh, more like strained but yet also soft.
“I-I-”
“Spit it out-”
“I like you!” The air stilled between them, Jimin’s eyes blown wide, Namjoon’s back seemingly tensed as time dragged on between them.
Then the world seems to crash under Jimin’s feet, the breath knocked out of him as he watched Namjoon exit the bathroom they were in without another word.
Jimin wanted to cry. He wanted to. But the tears wouldn’t come. He clutched his chest as the pain of his heart being broken made it hard for him to breathe. How will he recover from this? How will he recover from the fact that Namjoon didn’t li-
“Wait, wha-why are you crying?” But it couldn’t be. He came back?!
“What’s wrong?” Soft hands grabbed his face gently and lifted it to see worry etched on Namjoon’s face.
“Come on, tell me. What happened?” His thumbs softly stroked Jimin’s cheeks as he stared into his eyes waiting for a reply.
“Y-You left. After I told you how I f-felt, y-you left.” His eyes casted downwards as he stumbled over his words but eventually got them out.
“I didn’t leave you baby, I didn’t.” Huh? Baby? Did I hear that correctly? “I went to close the bedroom door so no one can come in and disturb us.” Wait-what?
Confusion was shown clearly on Jimin’s face, “But why would you do that?” They were speaking so softly now, as if someone was right outside listening in on them.
“So I could do this.”
“Do wha-”
Soft full lips descended on his, fireworks exploding behind Jimin’s eyes. This isn’t happening. This is definitely not happening.
Jimin never imagined Namjoon’s lips to taste this good. It was evident that he hadn’t been drinking because he could clearly taste the cherry flavoured chapstick he had on and he loved it. But all too soon Namjoon pulled away before Jimin could kiss him back.
Namjoon’s thumb returned to his mouth, tracing the slightly red and swollen bottom lip.
“You’re really beautiful Jimin-ah.” It caught Jimin by surprise that Namjoon actually knew his name.
“Of course I would know your name.” Oops. Guess he said that out loud. “After all, I do like you and have liked you for three months.”
“Y-you like me?!” What the hell is happening?
“Yup. Ever since you- I mean I, ran into you at the library the other day and almost knocked you down because I wasn’t looking where I was going….and then you looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of yours...” Jimin watched as Namjoon’s face slowly turned red as he look away and mumbled, “And I might’ve been planning with your friend Taehyung to get you here so I can finally tell you how I feel. He told me your name by the way.” The brat knew?.....he’s dead.
“I really like you Jimin-ah. I really do.” And his lips were on Jimin’s again, but this time, Jimin wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s wide shoulders and returned the kiss. Namjoon’s hands sliding down to wrap around his Jimin’s waist bringing him even closer if that was possible.
Things got pretty heated quickly. Jimin’s leg lifting to curl around Namjoon’s waist, Namjoon holding the back of Jimin’s neck, an arm still around his waist, deepening the kiss. Namjoon swiped Jimin’s bottom lip asking for entrance and Jimin was more than happy to let him in. Namjoon’s tongue snaking into Jimin’s mouth, sliding his tongue against his, Jimin groaning and arching further into it.
Namjoon slid his hand under Jimin’s other leg, lifting Jimin so he could wrap his other leg around his waist joining the other at the center of his back. Jimin now rutting against Namjoon trying to create as much friction as possible to get some relief from the straining hard on he had in his pants that was almost painful.
He moaned as Namjoon moved from sucking on his tongue, to trail soft kisses along the sharp edge of his jaw down the column of his neck before quickly taking off Jimin’s t-shirt, throwing it over his head and latching on to the junction between his neck and shoulder and sucked harshly.
Jimin sunk his teeth into Namjoon’s shoulder as he fought the urge to come from just this alone. Sweat causing his hair to stick against his forehead, hot pants leaving his mouth, his lips are sure swollen red from all the kissing they did.
“N-namjoon. Namjoon-AH!”
Namjoon had rolled his hips forward rubbing his bulge against Jimin’s pulsing hard on.
“Namjoon!” Jimin didn’t want to cum yet but Namjoon wasn’t stopping. Instead he placed Jimin on the edge of the bathroom sink, reached down to unbutton his fly, then reaching in to palm Jimin’s aching cock, stroking it slowly, Jimin writhing and moaning in his arms as he sunk his fingernails into Namjoon’s back underneath his shirt. Namjoon pulled out Jimin’s hard pulsating cock, leaking a glob of pre-cum onto the floor.
Jimin’s harsh breathing increased when Namjoon stroked him from the root to the tip, squeezing out another load of pre-cum, catching it on his finger and placing it in his mouth, groaning at the taste of Jimin on his tongue, his nose flaring in lust. Jimin grabbed Namjoon by his shirt and pulled him down to him, crashing his lips to his, Namjoon grabbing Jimin’s shaft again and pumping him quickly. Teeth clashing, tongues intertwined, sweaty bodies pressed together. Jimin groaning loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood if there wasn’t the booming music downstairs.
“W-wait.”
“Nam-Namjoon-ah.” For some reason, he doesn’t want to come yet. He wanted to come with Namjoon’s throbbing cock settled deep inside him. He wanted to be full of Namjoon, his cock slowly stretching him open, no clothes, no barriers…but Namjoon wasn’t stopping. He was determined to finish Jimin off.
“Wa-wait Namjoon. You haven’t even asked me to be your boyfriend yet!” What. The. Fuck. Where the hell did that even come from?!
Namjoon’s hand froze on Jimin’s swollen dripping cock, lifting his head to look in Jimin’s eyes before giving him a quick kiss to his lips.
“You’re right.” He took his hand from Jimin’s cock and stepped back. A whimper escaped Jimin as he grabbed Namjoon’s shirt, stopping him from moving any further.
“W-What are you doing?” Jimin panted heavily.
“Nowhere.” Namjoon peeled Jimin’s hand from his shirt and held it in his own.
“Jimin-ah-” “What are you doing?”
“Well you told me that I haven’t even asked you to be my boyfriend yet so-” “Really? You’re doing this now?” Jimin took a quick glance to his still leaking and rapidly becoming painful cock before looking back at Namjoon incredulously.
“You were the one that said it not me.” Why did he even say anything? Namjoon leaned down and nibbled on the skin under Jimin’s ear before whispering, “Jimin-ah...”
Jimin sunk his teeth into his bottom lip at Namjoon breathing hotly against his ear. “Hm?”
“Would you do the honor of making me the luckiest and happiest person on this earth by becoming my boyfriend?” Jimin eyes closed as his mind fogged over with arousal.
‘Yes!’ was what he wanted to say but…
“But don’t we have to go on like dates and stuff first?” Was what came out instead...
Namjoon chuckled against Jimin’s neck before straightening up.
“Fine. If that’s what you baby, I’ll do it. I should have been a gentleman instead of trying to get you off then fuck you in a bathroom at a party.” He w-was going to fuck me?!
Wait-where is he going?
Namjoon had turned around was walking towards the door.
“Namjoo-” “Relax. I’m just fetching your shirt from the door.” A soft smile graced Namjoon’s face as he helped Jimin back into his clothes meanwhile Jimin was there, mouth ajar as he tried to figure out what was happening.
Namjoon fixed his crumpled up t-shirt, re-buttoned his pants (when did it even become undone?), before running a hand through his messy hair trying to fix it. He tucked Jimin’s still hard but slightly soft cock back into his boxers before zipping him up.
He gave Jimin’s crotch a soft pat, ruffled Jimin’s hair in an attempt to fix it, gave him a once over and an approving nod before walking towards the entrance.
“Come along Jimin-ah. We have friends to go look for, take care of and a party to get back to.” You’ve got be fucking kidding me.
“You’re joking right?” He must be joking. My cock is still hard for fucks sake!
“You’re the one that wanted a date before I can properly ask you to be my boyfriend.” Namjoon’s smile turned anything but soft. It was teasing and Jimin wanted to slap it right off. “I’ll take you anywhere you want next week.”
“You’re acting like you aren’t affected by what we just did! You can’t just leave me like this!”
“Oh, I’m affected alright, a little uncomfortable too.” Namjoon’s face contorted in discomfort before he shifted and fixed his now very obvious hard on in his pants. “But I’m not the one that almost came twice and not being able to cum can make you quite needy and irritated so I’ve heard.”
He’s gonna kill him. He’s gonna fucking kill him.
Namjoon left the bathroom with a wave of the hand and an “I’ll be downstairs waiting on you baby. Take all the time you need.” His booming laughter echoing off the walls before the sound of a door opening reached Jimin’s ears snapping him out of his shocked state.
Jimin jumped off the bathroom sink and went straight after Namjoon. Jimin doesn’t care if his boner is obvious and well outlined in his pants; he was going to kill Kim Namjoon for this.