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Jimin's problem with Jeongguk begins back half a year ago in the school's library.
Jimin curses his height for the millionth time and scolds his chubby short fingers for being chubby and short. They won't work with him to get the stupid book he needs and he'll be late for his next class if he keeps doing tendu in his sneakers. Biting his lip in sheer concentration, Jimin decides to jump as his last resort. Air. That's all his fingers touch.
"Arrrrggg." the student grumbles to himself miffed and slightly out of breath. And then the air around him is saturated in spicy cologne and a strong muscled body presses into him deeply from behind, and a large hand implants itself into his waist.
Jimin's mind short circuited when he realized it was a guy pressed in on him so flushed and the long toned arm extending above him like some elegant ballerina confirmed his realization. Ripples of tendrils and strong veins were ate up by Jimin's doe eyes and long fingers uncurled at the spine of the book before they clutched onto it and tugged it out swiftly from the top shelf. Swallowing hard, Jimin continues to stare as the hand comes down effortlessly and sways the book in his face.
Hastily Jimin plucks the book into his own possession and turns around to face Jeon Jeongguk‘s smoldering gaze. A dangerous smirk plays out on the jock's lips which makes Jimin's legs turn into jello. Nothing helps the short boy when he can still feel Jeongguk‘s hand burning against his skin. "There you go baby cakes." Jeongguk‘s deep voice drawls out in pure sin.
"Park Jimin." Jimin is quick to correct the taller although his face is ruby red.
"Little mouse." Jeongguk raises his eye brows in amusement while Jimin splutters indignantly.
There are words he would like to say if only his brain and mouth would work together again, but Jimin's mother didn't raise no disrespectful son so he bows his head saying a quiet 'thank you' and tries to step around the other but that 100 percent backfires when Jeongguk clamps his other hand onto his waist and nudges him back into the book shelves.
Jimin's heart is sent into a flurry and he pokes his head up to glare at Jeongguk who leans down boldly and almost snags Jimin's virgin lips. "What are you doing?" the shorter hisses and jerks his head back. He freezes when he feels feather soft lips brush against his neck.
"Having a taste."
"Having a- what is wrong with you? If you don't let me go I'll scream 'rape' damn it!" Jimin threatens but only receives a smirk.
"Screamers turn me on." Jeongguk‘s pearly white teeth gleam from his smirk and Jimin is thankful the book he fought to get was thick because he was going to swing it so hard at this jock's head full of rocks.
"I won't say it fucking again. Let me go." Jimin demands heatedly keeping his voice low.
Jeongguk does. He drops his stupid big hands and steps away, and Jimin can breathe again. "Maybe not today, probably not tomorrow. But soon Park Jimin." Jeongguk winks before leaving behind a confused flustered flabbergasted Jimin.
That fateful day was only the beginning, the stem of Jimin's problems with friggin' Jeon Jeongguk.