//.rxskolnikov

“Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.” 1x1/multimuse/selective/ mun and muse 18+

[xinanlide]

ii . i

It wasn’t anything specific. In fact, if anyone had asked what exactly made Joy felt this way, she couldn’t give them any concrete facts besides her gut feeling. It’s the same feeling she got when she was out on the field, a rush of instinct and adrenaline practically making her decisions for her. And it’s a combination of all of the above that drives her to ask the question that’s been dragging in her mind for the past week.

“Do you have a problem with me?”

That’s the risk with random roommates, she supposes. You never really know who you’re going to get; there is always the risk of incompatible personalities. But she’s always been to the point – Joy is known for her bluntness, and when it comes down to it: she doesn’t like having to come back to the room, her one place of true rest, feeling uneasy. Her room is home for the school year, and whether she likes it or not, Mina is a part of that. “Because things feel weird in the room whenever I come back. It’s…it’s awkward, and it’s barely been a month.”

She closes the door behind her before dropping her athletic bag down by her desk and sitting down on her bed, taking her hair out of its high ponytail. Joy turns her attention to the other girl, makeup pristine and hair perfect as per usual, perched on her side of the room daintily.

@rxskolnikov

[rxskolnikov]

    She doesn’t think herself to be uptight or too strict, despite how many would disagree. Sure, Mina’s got quite a few rules and regulations she lives by - the way she cleans her room, herself, organized her day and work - but it’s nothing too out of the ordinary. Nothing extreme. Not at all in contrast with the way her roommate has literally none of the above. It baffles her, truly, how an athlete of all things can have such a jumbled up and messy lifestyle when she’d seen some that had been nothing if not painfully anal; even in her standards. 

    Since the start of the year, she’d tried to communicate to Joy that no, leaving socks in the middle of the room is not acceptable, and so isn’t waking her up at the crack of dawn because she can’t find her gym shorts. It was a subtle attempt, of cleaning up after her, of putting her shorts in a place that’s easy to find - but still, nothing worked. So when she was finally confronted, out in the open, Mina decided to let all pretences go. 

    “No, I don’t,” she sighed, putting away a carefully decorated binder, “not as a person at least. I think you’re a sweet girl, but--” Mina gestures at the opposite bed, going to sit on her own, facing the other. And she’d stopped herself partially to think up an appropriate way of wording it, but also because it wasn’t even a passive-aggressive jab. Joy is a sweet girl; a bundle of joy, a beautiful face to match, a charismatic figure altogether, and perhaps that’s why she’s been trying so damn hard to not come off as too aggressive. She doesn’t want Joy to hate her, for some reason unknown. “I just wish you’d be more... accommodating, to me, as a roommate? I don’t want to pull a ‘rules to adhere by’ on you, but maybe we should do that.”

[rxskolnikov]

ii. 위로

[rxskolnikov]

@xinanlide:

I’ve got you. When Jimin says those words to him, something inside of him stirs. It starts down low inside his stomach for a second before it floats up to his heart, filling his chest with warmth as he works to calm his breathing. I’ve got you. The words ring in his head, and Taehyung realizes that Jimin has always had his back, right from the first time they met. And maybe he’s known some other people a lot longer, his friends from high school that he still catches up with sometimes, but no one has made such a significant impact on his life in such a short amount of time. He wants Jimin to be in his life for a long time, for years to come – I’ve got you. Taehyung is glad that Jimin does, that he has someone like this, someone who cares about him enough to just let him be completely genuine.

Maybe this was the kind of relationship that people talk about in fond speeches at each other’s weddings. About the friendships forged through hard times and tough feelings, strengthened by experiences both good and bad.

Maybe he’s found that in Jimin.

Or perhaps something more?

Taehyung watches Jimin come back to the bed, snacks and comfort food in hand, and though he smells the rich scent of hot cocoa, he only takes a few slow sips before placing it down on the nightstand near Jimin. His stomach churns, and he scoots a little closer to Jimin, craving warmth. “My dad didn’t tell me much. He didn’t want to upset me.” His words stay quiet, as if saying them any louder will make the situation more real. “I– I don’t know what’s worse. Not knowing everything or knowing–” It feels as if someone has replaced the blood thrumming through his veins with ice cold water. “–everything.” Tae’s words stutter on the last word as he slides his closed hands against his face, knuckles pressed to his closed eyes, as he sees whites and greys behind his eyelids.

“Why couldn’t it be me instead?” Before he even fully realizes, he’s voicing his thoughts out loud, the sentence raw with hurt as he starts to tremble. “My heart hurts,” he repeats again. “It hurts so much.” And it’s the only expression that can come close to explaining how he feels. “I’m so cold.”

   He wants to just reach over and kiss him so hard, press his lips against Tae's own and taste the remains of chocolate and marshmallow. To hold him near and just tell him - tell him that everything is going to be alright, and that whatever happens, he'll be there for him; at his side, in his arms. Because not only (but especially) at moments like these Jimin realises the severity of his feelings for Taehyung. They’ve moved on past tension to form this friendship, something so so precious Jimin doesn’t want to remember living without; but it’s more for him. And it’s more than a crush, he’s painfully aware. No, that was the first weeks of meeting Tae. Heart fluttering at every touch, eyes searching for his tall figure in every turn, wanting to hear his laugh all the time. He’d done just about everything to mask his feelings under a mask of casualness; some bro-like comradeship, and maybe... just maybe he’ll believe it one day. 

    Today is certainly not that day. 

    Jimin makes sure the cup is steadily resting on the wooden surface before he’s back and snuggling Tae against him. “Your dad doesn’t do mindless coddling,” he shook his head gently, lowering them to lay down on the mattress. “If there was something important, he’d tell you. I’m sure of it, Taetae. This is good, okay? You’re just filing in the gaps with... thought up scenarios. Thinking of the worst. Don’t do that. Please, for me, just try to think positive. We have amazing doctors in our country - he’ll be just fine, I know. I can feel it, right here--” Jimin reached for Tae’s hand, placing it over in chest and covering with his own palm. Breathing and out slowly, he hoped his own calm heart rate would do some good soothing Taehyung, as well. “Now you - just breathe in and out, slowly. There’s no use panicking. We’ll deal with it, okay?”

    Taehyung’s next words feel like swords piercing his heart, and he almost wanted to reach over and punch, anything, really. Because how could he say that - so carelessly, so casually, like it’s something to be joked about? Even from a place of pain, Jimin still frowned deeply at it. “Don’t.” he murmured, trying to will the pang in his chest away, “Don’t you ever say that again.” his finger dug into the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, gripping and holding him close before he heard the rest of his words. “Listen, Tae, I--” Jimin started, tightening the blanket over them and pulling Tae closer so that his own body heat rubbed off on the younger. “I want you to try and relax for me, okay? Please, please - trust me that I know it’s going to be okay. I need you to let me help you relax. Please, Taetae. Can you do that for me?” 

  And with that, he tangled their legs, pulling Taehyung in impossibly close. Jimin’s hands went for his biceps, gently kneading his soft skin under the heavy sweater. He stroked up and down, letting his head rest up on the shoulder closest to the pillows, whispering empty words and mostly just breathing in his scent. Slow, deliberate intakes and outtakes, and-- somewhere in that position, with Tae so so soft and gentle in his arms, something in Jimin’s head switched off. He didn’t even realise he was moving before he licked his lips and pressed them firmly against Taehyun’s cheek. “I’ve got you, Taetae-” he barely whispered as he peppered kisses across Tae’s cheeks, starting from closer to his jaw and nearing his lips, “I’ve got you-” and then hopping over to the other side to repeat the same mantra, same gestures, same order. Only when he approached the corner of his mouth, so close to simply closing the gap and kissing his breath away, he stopped. Pressing and holding there - his own lower lip barely grazing Taehyung’s pair - thinking he should probably pull away. Definitely should. 

    He did. Pulled away just barely a few inches, breath hot and mingling with Taehyung’s, staring down those plump lips and -- god he wanted to kiss him worse than ever before. But he waited. Stared own and waited, and prayed in his head that maybe, just maybe he’s been good enough this year to grant him this one wish. 

[rxskolnikov]

ii. 위로

[rxskolnikov]

@xinanlide​:

There was nothing that could have prepared him for the news. When he saw the contact name pop up on his screen, he had found it strange. His father rarely called him – it was usually his mother who liked to call and check up on him and gush and just talk. Sometimes she’d put his father and younger brothers on the phone too, but Taehyung rarely ever got calls from his father’s number. Something heavy settled down into his heart as soon as he picked up, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst as his father’s voice relayed the situation.

He doesn’t want to be alone.

Before he really processes what his body is doing, he finds himself walking the familiar steps through the halls of the dorm. He’s a common presence in Jimin’s room, and he knows that he’s always welcome whenever and right now – god, he hopes that Jimin is there.

It’s strange, how things have worked and shifted between them. Within such a short amount of time, Jimin had become an irreplaceable and permanent fixture to Taehyung – someone that he truly cared for. He’s pretty sure that he’s found his best friend, the other half of him that he didn’t know he was missing, in Jimin. And right now, the only person that can calm his racing heart, and put warmth into his cold hands is –

“Jimin,” it’s the first thing he says, voice quiet as he feels the arms wrap around him. Just the first touch makes him want to collapse, and he’s pretty sure that his legs would have given out under him if Jimin hadn’t brought them to the bed. “It’s Jaewon, he was–” He pauses, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He’s not going to cry, crying would mean that he’s giving in to the negative emotions, which is exactly the opposite of what he should be doing; he needs to stay hopeful– “Accident. There was an accident.” But as soon as he admits the truth out loud, something within him breaks, and he rests his face on Jimin’s shoulder, unintentionally staining the other male’s sweatshirt with a few tears. “My heart hurts,” Inhales through clenched teeth break his sentences, as his chest constricts something fierce. “I don’t, know what to do, or how–” The ramblings continue as he verges on the borderline of hysterical, hands grasping for Jimin’s, trying to stabilize himself, trying to seek comfort.

Only Jimin. He’d only trust Jimin with this completely vulnerable side of him, soul and heart laid out bare.

    There’s something undeniably devastating about seeing Taehyung upset. It’s such a stark contrast, an unnerving juxtaposition to his typical persona that it feels like a punch in the gut to see and hear it. Sitting down, Jimin wastes no second to bring Tae in for a hug. He’s got his arms secured tightly around his torso, chin resting on his shoulder, rubbing gentle circles on the small of his back. At the sound of Jaewon’s name, he tenses up. Taehyung’s younger brother, one of two, was by now incredibly precious to him, too. He knew how much Tae cared for the boy (and all of his family, in fact), so by the direction it seemed to be going, Jimin didn’t expect anything good. “Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you--” he murmured when the other couldn’t finish up his sentence, squeezing his back reassuringly. “Oh god, Tae,” Jimin replied with a sharp inhale, “I’m sorry. Is he okay? or, at least, going to be okay?” It was a silly question, a standard procedure, but the least he could do was to make sure that Jaewon was out or critical danger. Just the thought of the younger Kim brother being hurt, in any way, brought his mood down along with Tae’s. He’d seen him several times in Skype video chats and heard his voice on the phone enough times that he’d grown to see him as a surrogate brother of sorts. An only child himself, it felt nice to have somewhat of a substitute for his own lack of siblings. And seeing Taehyung hurting like that, along with the news, just pained him too much. “I know, Taetae, I know,” Jimin cooed, burying his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, his own voice trembling. Pulling away then, he placed both palms flat across his chest, close to his heart, murmuring “the doctors are taking care of this. They’ll do everything possible, and it’s going to be okay. Now breathe in slowly and try to relax, please?” 

    Jumping back on his feet, Jimin shuffles to his desk where he usually keeps some study snacks. “I’ll make you some hot chocolate with the little marshmallows. And you can have the spicy chips you always steal from me, too. How does that sound?” he spoke over his shoulder, filling an electric kettle with some bottled water. While it boiled, he leaned back on the light wood, smiling at Taehyung. “Get in bed, make yourself comfortable,” Jimin ordered in a gentle tone, then turned back around to pour the hot water over a cup with the chocolate powder in it. A generous sprinkle of tiny marshmallows later, and he was on his way back with the comfort food. Shoving Tae a bit closer to the wall, he sneaked under the blankets and handed over the drink, opened bag of chips laying on the bed between them. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

[rxskolnikov]

ii. 위로

@xinanlide

    Shutting off his computer screen with a tired ‘oomph’, Jimin settles back into his chair for a much needed break. He’s been grading papers for the past four hours for a class he’s TA’ing for - a total of thirty-two - and at this point he feels like his brain has melted into a mush. It’s a taxing responsibility, being in that position, and in all honesty it doesn’t pay as much as his work is worth. But still, it’s extra income along with his job at the smoothie shop, and what with his major being on the pricier side, he could really use all the extra cash.

    Done with grading his stack for the day, Jimin hopes a certain tall figure will march through his doors anytime now. Taehyung has become quite the familiar presence in his room in the past moth and a half, after the Incident has died down. They’ve never addressed it, never acknowledged it, and it’s okay. Because they were able to move on from it and quite frankly, Jimin can say that at this point they’re practically joined at the hip. Their snaps and vines are known all throughout their circle of friends and starting to get recognition from people they’ve never met, and it’s probably the closest Jimin will ever come to a claim for fame. And there’s just something so easy and comforting about being around Tae; he doesn’t have to try to be anything because Taehyung always laughs at his jokes, teases back, tells him how great he is, goes along with his plans... there’s nothing, he thinks, that he wouldn’t do with him. Wouldn’t do for him. And it’s absurd, because they’ve only known each other for a couple of months, but Jimin feels more connected to Tae than to any of his old friends.

    There’s no knock on the door, as per usual, because by now Jimin’s room is pretty much Taehyung’s room, as well. His own roommate barely shows up, and with Tae’s roommate being there too often, he’s come to think of the room across the hall as his sanctuary. Jimin expects to hear Tae’s deep voice in some sort of joke or complaint, to hear his footsteps fast and hard-hitting against the floor as he pats his way to his seat. But there’s nothing. It’s alarmingly quiet, and Jimin rises to his feet before he realises he’s moving. Taehyung’s head is bowed down, hair too long and falling into his eyes in a way that makes him look like a kicked puppy. Chest clenching in mixed adoration and pity, Jimin asks an unsure “Hey, Taetae, what happened?”. Even without waiting for an answer, he wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him against his chest, guiding them both towards his bed to sit down. “What’s going on?”

[xinanlide]

rxskolnikov:

[ … ]

Keep reading

[rxskolnikov]

   There’s something both infuriating and infuriatingly hot about what Taehyung says. Hot because he’s right - Jimin is a puddle in his arms, entirely at his mercy, and so, so raging hard in his sweats that stretch snugly against his erection, doing nothing to dull out the clear definition of Tae’s cock. But it’s also maddening, because it’s not just anything or anyone that could get him this way; it’s not just the stimulation. He’s gay. So gay, one-hundred-percent homo, and apparently has a spanking kink. He can’t say that, though, because clearly Tae is assuming he’s straight, and this is all just a friendly accident that he’s already leaking against his thigh. God, if he were to find out, it would ruin their friendship, no doubt.

   He gasps, literally and vocally, when his pants and underwear get yanked down. Ass exposed and so cold all of a sudden, he stares wide-eyed into the mattress below him. Holy fuck, no, this can’t be actually happening. There is no way Taehyung pulled them down; made it so that his erection nearly springs free to meet his crotch, full hard-on being the only thing holding the sweats back from pooling all the way down his thighs. His hands tremble and he whispers a nearly inaudible “oh my god--” into the sheets before following up with a rugged, wrecked “fuck. you.” at Tae putting the blame on him. It really isn’t his fault, he thinks; all he’s done is touch him a little, play a harmless joke, and yet he found himself in this situation and nothing could be worse. Jimin reckons that this is how he meets his end.

   A sharp inhale of air is all he manages to do when he’s hauled over on the bed, hips grinding involuntarily for a much-desired friction. “I will never-- ever admit that--” Jimin mutters, voice raspy and broken as Tae situates himself over his thighs. Burying his face even deeper into the soft fabric, he thinks he could honestly die like this; Taehyung’s cock pressing so close to him he can feel just where the outline of his head ends and where the shaft begins. And he really does die a little, for a second, when he feels hands knead and massage into the bruised skin of his ass. He’s trying so hard to hold back the noise, but it’s so pleasing, Tae’s fingers on sensitive skin and so close to his dick. Jimin can do nothing but hear his own close-mouthed whimpers echo in the quiet room. Taehyung’s fingers are long ( so long ) and slender, groping everywhere so hard, and in one particular spot - right below where his cheeks meet thigh - he presses down with his thumbs and-- well, Jimin could honestly cum on the spot, just from that. At the hard slap that follows, a filthy sound slips through his lips, one he can’t even try to contain. Tae does it again, commenting so crudely over his desperate reaction, and Jimin thinks he could cry. There’s absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do in that moment to have Taehyung push inside him, take his cock off his thigh and thrust deep into him until he sobs. If he doesn’t do anything quickly there is no way he could hold himself back from coming in his own pants.

   Saved by the bell, Jimin slacks hard against the bed when Taehyung takes the call. He can barely hear anything over the static noise in his head. Exhaling air he didn’t know he was holding in, Jimin shuts his eyes when his hair is tugged on, forcing his neck up. He bites hard on his lip when Tae’s mouth attaches itself to him, sucking a bruise into his flesh; bites so hard he can taste blood. Even when he’s let go of, Jimin can only fall back down like a broken marionette, all heavy limbs he has no control over. There’s no fight left in him to even argue with Tae over who won, can’t even bother to say ‘bye’. It’s only when the door shuts and silence roars in the room that Jimin crawls over to the door to lock it and flops back onto the bed.

   Hard. He’s so hard it’s no longer just dizzying but also painful. He scrambles into a position similar to the one Tae had him in, vaguely on all fours, except much more slumped. His ass is still exposed, sweatpants so close to falling right off, that it barely takes any effort to slip his hand inside his underwear and take out his cock. Wrapping a hand around it, he spreads the precome all the way down his shaft, pumping hard and desperate. Ass cheeks still burning hot, he can practically still feel Taehyung’s hands on them. Replaying the image of it in his head makes his breath hitch in the shortest staccatos, and it sounds like he’s sobbing. He comes embarrassingly fast, and so hard he nearly blacks out. A deep, heavy groan escapes him, so pained and guttural he knows the next-door neighbours must hear him, but he can’t bring himself to care. All he’s got on his mind right now is the ghost of Taehyung’s hands on his ass, still so clear in his mind, and his voice still ringing in his ears. Jimin slumps back down on the mattress, wiping a wet hand on his sweats, and decides that after the pizza arrives he will call it quits for the rest of the day. Fuck homework. Fuck night classes. Everything is fucked -- except the one thing that wishes it was fucked; Jimin.

  ...fuck!

[rxskolnikov]

@xinanlide:

Eyes fluttering shut for only a moment, he briefly loses himself in the too good sensation of Jimin grinding down on him. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend that it’s a girl, like that cute one across the hall named Heeyeon or something, or that feisty blonde a floor below – but that doesn’t really…do anything for him? So he chances it, complete curiosity, and opens his eyes…to the entirely rude image of Jimin taking his own fingers into his mouth. They’re disappearing in between plump lips, pink tongue darting out to coat them in a layer of saliva and – fuck that’s definitely starting to get him.

He’s cursing his choice in sweatpants because Jimin’s also got them on and what if he feels him getting hard? Taehyung insists to himself that it’s cause he hasn’t gotten any, and Jimin’s also a guy so he surely understands that it’s literally just the friction between them that’s getting him to feel this way – The moment is entirely killed when he feels wet willy, shoulders immediately seizing up to defend his poor ears. A laugh drops from his lips, something uninhibited and unworried, before he grins up at Jimin, aka the unpredictable brat.

Keep reading

    He doesn’t notice the erection at first, not one bit, when he’s absentmindedly grinding down on it while still on the phone. It’s fairly obvious, poking through the sweatpants directly into his ass. Still, he remains oblivious for as long as he’s talking, entirely too preoccupied by not fucking up the order. But then he’s off the phone, facing Taehyung with nothing else to distract him from what’s going on, and he nearly moans at the feeling of large palms pressing into his ass. Caught entirely off guard, his breath hitches when Tae bucks his hips up, and-- oh. OH. He’s hard. Taehyung is so hard and Jimin can feel the outline of it, thick and pulsing, against his own growing erection. He nearly loses his mind, wanting to pinch himself awake because what the fuck is going on. Why is Taehyung - resident Straight As An Arrow - pushing him down his erection in the filthiest, most satisfying way possible? 

    Those words, an oddly suggestive jab, go straight to his cock. It doesn’t even register to him that he’s reciprocating the grinding; so overwhelmed and taken back he falls forward on his hands, hovering over Taehyung’s face only centimetres apart. “Fuck, Tae--” Jimin chokes down a groan at a particularly hard thrust, “what are you doing--”. But he catches up fairly quickly. It’s a really, really over-the-top game of chicken, and he’s not about to lose. Granted, he’s the only one of the two who would actually go all the way, but he’ll gladly leave it up to Tae to call quits. Whenever that may be. He’s definitely not complaining when Taehyung makes that suggestion, only blushes to the tips of his ears, shaking his head in an attempt to feign casualness. There’s no way it’s working, what with his breath hitched and shallow, fingers digging into the blanket, and pupils blown so wide they almost take over his entire iris. 

    “I have n-no idea, what you--” Jimin starts, only to interrupt himself with a repressed moan, eyes shut so tight he sees stars, “--what you’re trying to insinuate. I-I am innocent.” He’s playing dumb, hoping by some virtue of a benevolent god it will make Tae go on with whatever the fuck this is. Averting his gaze back to meet Taehyung’s (some sort of display of dominance - or as dominant as he can get at this point), thinking there’s nothing more he wants than to close the gap between them and lick into those plump pair of lips. Beautifully heart-shaped and thick, they’re dangerously close, letting out such delicious exhales and moans. Jimin is thinking too hard about not doing that accidentally, that he entirely misses Taehyung’s words and is taken by surprise when he’s flipped over on his stomach. 

    A guttural groan escapes him when his groin meets Tae’s once again, the sheets doing a poor job at muffling it. What. The. Fuck. There’s no way Taehyung is about to do what he think he’s about to do -- there is no way he’s planning on spanking him -- there is no way he can excuse this -- no way, no way, no way no-- but then he does just that. Lands his palm flat against his ass, and Jimin grits his teeth so hard he can hear them grinding. Even then it doesn’t stop a choked, short little moan from bubbling from his throat. He can’t speak, because he know that if he will, a moan will escape him at the worst of times. No. He has to continue this game, has to play by the rules. With every slap, gritted teeth, he hitches a pained little “hnng”. The sting is delicious, but he’s also involuntarily forced down at the throbbing erection underneath him, and it’s making his head spin with overwhelming lust. “Fuck. Off.” Jimin barely mutters through his teeth without slipping out a groan, “Is that all. you've.  go--” he can’t even finish off the sentence when a deep, needy whine slips past his lips, head dipping into the mattress and hips bucking down way harder than he’d like to. Despite that, he tries to recollect himself, breathing in deeply against his body’s contradictory will. “This. is. nothing.”

[busa-n]

the most beautiful seconds of my life tbh

[rxskolnikov]

@xinanlide:

This game is so completely rigged – he’s watching himself get his ass kicked round after round, the fatalities playing over and over. Taehyung has Yoshimitsu’s victory shot imprinted into his memory by now and his lower lip is jutted out, eyebrows creasing downwards as he tries to shove Jimin with his shoulders. He’s not above playing dirty, letting his hand come off the controller to occasionally swat at his friend’s own, voice roaring both curses and laughs in equal measure. It all culminates in Taehyung getting shoved off the bed and that is Not Cool. “The great Park Jimin is a cheater!” Those are his famous last words as he tumbles over the edge, knocking he elbow against the floor.

“You little–” The hands on his cheeks are really warm, but he still doesn’t appreciate being man-handled like that and he twists his face, fake biting at Jimin’s hands before climbing back on the bed and trying to get the older male into a headlock. At least the mattress is gentler on his back, he thinks to himself as Jimin’s hand eventually manage to shove him down onto his back, the impact knocking the air out of him briefly. “You’re the absolute worst,” –throwing the words back at Jimin, his hands going out to put up a fight because Kim Taehyung never goes without a struggle. But he’s completely pinned, and at Jimin’s mercy.

His nose wrinkles at the pressure at his lower stomach, feeling the weigh of his friend’s frame – but then Jimin shifts on top of him, and they’re perfectly aligned.

The friction feels amazing, and he sucks in a breath between his teeth, hissing it out as his hands immediately place on Jimin’s hips. “Sorry that you’re a sore winner,” his eyes haze the slightest cause damn, that feels good no matter who’s pressing down, “But I’d rather die than apologize to you.” Taehyung’s fingers grip tighter, the slightest bit.

    Laughter bubbles out of his mouth, albeit a little choked out when Taehyung’s arm wraps around his throat. He taps out quickly, scratching at the other’s sides in a sad attempt to free himself. “W-who are you c-calling little?” he wheezes, leaning forward and using the momentum to fall backwards and bring both of them down on their backs, “I’m still your hyung, you know.” The position gives him the perfect opportunity to turn over and jump straight on top of Taehyung, and Jimin uses it wisely, triumph on his face when he manages to pin him down. He’s perfectly aware that he might be overstepping boundaries - perhaps even being too suggestive for the given situation - but it’s the closest thing he’ll come to flirting with Tae. And it’s definitely the closest thing he’ll get to riding him, so yeah. He might be pressing a little bit too hard on his groin (granted, mostly unaware of his own actions) and fidgeting entirely more than necessary. Tae’s palms on his hips feel so good, to good, and he loses himself in the sensation, forgetting the joke for a moment too long. 

    When he comes back to his senses, only a second or so later, Jimin is leaning down to face Taehyung. His hips dip even lower when he does so, grinding against his pelvis, a devilish grin on his face. “You sure about that, Champ?” he bites on his lip, eyes dropping down momentarily before bringing them back up to meet Tae’s gaze. Replacing teeth with his tongue, he licks at the pair of plump lips, bringing one palm back up to insert two fingers into his mouth. He makes an exaggerated display of sucking them in, pink tongue slipping between them, and with a raised eyebrows says “I’m giving you a last chance to back out. All you have to do is say ‘Park Jimin, my King, my Liege, has got mad skills at Tekken, and is much better than me at everything’. I’m not asking for much.” and then he’s wiggling his wetted fingers, chuckling childishly. But then when his demands aren’t met, he raises his eyebrows and very dramatically, slowly, pins Taehyung down... to give him the most intense wet willy of all time. He’s laughing manically at his own dumb prank, rising back up and letting his legs spread wide to sit back lazily on Tae’s crotch. So absorbed in the moment, he pays no regard to what the other is doing or his reaction to his position at all. 

    “Alright, Taetae, I think you’ve suffered enough,” Jimin breathes out after he’s done laughing, “I’m ordering us pizza.” He reaches over Taehyung’s head for his phone, flopping back down to his previous position without giving it a second thought. Dialling up the number, he holds it in his right hand and lets the left one fall down onto the younger’s torso. The call keeps getting put on hold and out of boredom (and a little bit of genuine affection), Jimin runs his palm up and down Taehyung’s body. He scratches a bit at the abs, pulling a face at him, while telling the girl on the other end what kind of order they’re placing. While spelling out the address of their dorms, he jokingly pinches down a nipple, then smoothes it over with his thumb. The operator of the ordering line is reading over the information for Jimin to confirm, and he’s nodding at that, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue for Tae’s amusement. “Yes, yes, that’s all correct,” he’s hums at the girl, and before he can stop himself to think better of it, he’s bouncing a little, “thank you so much. You have a good day, too.” And then he’s putting the phone away, tired smile on his face as he goes to pinch at Taehyung’s cheek. 

    “You okay there? I’m not too heavy, am I?”

[rxskolnikov]

@xinanlide:

Hauling himself into a sitting position, he shakes his head vehemently. “Candid selfies are honestly the best! For some reason you always look good in them. Do you know how many more people screenshot my story when you’re in them?” And maybe it’s kind of creepy how much the number goes up whenever Jimin features, but that’s just college students being creepy. It’s a pretty normal thing. “The crowd loves you!” And sometimes it sure feels that way. Taehyung forgets how he’s gotten so many people added, but it’s too late to go back now.

Taehyung watches Jimin move around his room, and he understands why people like Jimin so much. Because as a friend his personality compliments Taehyung’s own perfectly, and he can see them getting into some crazy shit together in the future. But to someone who doesn’t get the pleasure of getting to know Jimin – he’s got a cute face and a banging body. It even makes Taehyung tug his shirt down a little self-consciously. There’s a lot to admire about Jimin – not only physically, but mentally and emotionally. He’s so incredibly bright, dedicated, and loyal. No one works as hard as Jimin, and sometimes Tae feels bad, like he’s a bad influence upon his life, but he so genuinely enjoys Jimin’s company.

“I’m so bad at Tekken, you don’t even understand!” But he still takes the controller, climbing up onto Jimin’s bed and settling himself back against the wall. “I call dibs on Hwoarang – don’t you dare touch him.” Mumbling to himself, mainly, he shifts his legs into a pretzel formation, thigh pressing close against Jimin in this position. “It’s so on –”

    Rubbing his eyes with a middle finger in a low-key ‘fuck-you’, Jimin lets out a comically exasperated sigh at Taehyung’s compliments. “Stop being such a kiss-ass, you’re just doing it to make me look bad on your story,” he shakes his head, but then quickly snatches his own phone to take an equally candid shot of Taehyung as he’s laying on the floor. Posting it on his Snapchat with the caption ‘a lazy bum in his natural habitat’, he mindlessly doodles over the figure. “Revenge is so sweet,” Jimin grins, showing off his glory shot at Tae’s face. In all reality, his revenge is anything but vengeful, as Taehyung ends up looking absolutely adorable in the photo; and adding to that a painted-on pair of kitten ears and whiskers, he looks more pretty cartoon boy than anything real. Jimin is so caught up in thinking how lucky he is to befriend Taehyung that he can’t even bring himself to be jealous. 

    “No one is good at Tekken,” Jimin rolls his eyes as he’s setting up a simple two-player pvp, “and you can have him. I’m taking Yoshimitsu.” He chooses his character as Player 1 and lets Taehyung follow-suit with his own choice, going into an intense session of smashing buttons and nudging one another to interfere with the game. There’s more grunting and cussing than actual conversation during the first four games, with Jimin winning three times and Tae (by pure luck) getting one win, as well. At every perfectly executed, overly-gory K.O., he’s doing a silly victory dance; flexing his biceps and cheering an overly-enthusiastic “the great Park Jimin wins yet another round!”. 

    At one particularly heated game, the two are trying to distract each-other so over the top Jimin ends up with his controller flying across the room. The game continues on the screen, but he ignores it, choosing to push Taehyung over on the bed. He flops on his stomach, grabbing for the other controller to throw it on the floor beside the bed. In a juvenile, teasing manner he smacks at both Tae’s cheeks, pinching and pulling them into silly expressions. “You are the absolute worst, Kim Taehyung,” he scolds as if talking to a child, absentmindedly shifting on Tae’s body to find a comfortable seat; unaware of the location being just over the groin. “I demand an apology.” 

[rxskolnikov]

@xinanlide:

His nose scrunches when the hand combs his bangs away from his forehead. They’re getting a little long, and they tend to spike up in the morning, but he’d rather tough it than get a haircut. Stubborn? —- yeah, that’s not even half of it. But the motion is relaxing, and Taehyung hums low in his throat, both a sound of contentment and a victorious noise at Jimin giving in to him. He scoots over to the bed, reaching to plug his phone in before nodding solemnly. “Yeah, well – he’s certainly thinking with his dick right now.” Before putting the phone on airplane mode, he snaps a candid selfie with Jimin, Taehyung giving the camera a huge smile with Jimin looking at it with a blank expression, before putting it on his story.

A second later, and he’s sprawling down on the floor. He’s always had a fondness for the floor since it’s cold, it’s everywhere, and he just loves laying down. Stretching out in the middle of Jimin’s floor, Taehyung’s oversized t-shirt with HANYANG UNIVERSITY emblazoned across the chest lifts us, exposing his tan stomach. The cool air feels nice on his skin, and he bends his elbows inwards, cushioning his head against the palms of his hand. “Play with me!” he remarks suddenly, remember the game console he had seen hidden away in Jimin’s closet from before.

Wriggling on the floor, he doesn’t stop until he’s looking up at Jimin from the floor, reaching his hands towards the other to be helped up. “Don’t you have like, an xbox or something? Did you set it up yet?”

   So cute, Jimin thinks as he’s brushing off soft strands of hair, he looks so cute like this. It catches him off-guard, just how much he finds Taehyung attractive, and it’s kind of scaring him. “I honestly think he holds some sexile record by now. He really should’ve gotten a single,” he replies as Tae plugs his phone, and there is some bitterness in it despite meaning it in good humour. Being disinterested in hook-ups while in college pretty much has rendered him celibate for a while now; he’s too busy to meet and get to know anyone well enough to date, let alone maintain a relationship with. It really has been a while since he’s gotten any, and hearing stories about Taehyung’s roommate and his overly-active sex life has been kind of a bummer. Damn his active libido to hell. It takes him a good moment to catch what Tae is doing - not fast enough, as he clearly was caught off guard and ended up looking like a muppet in the impromptu photo. “Yah, kid, at least give me a warning,” he whines, trying to get a glimpse of the shot.

   Jimin has to stop himself from staring too long, because Taehyung is sprawled across the floor and his shirt is riding up and-- well, he just has the prettiest tummy he’s ever seen. It’s beautifully tanned, radiant and oh-so-soft looking. Jimin thinks, for a second, it would probably taste sweet, too. Fuck. The younger’s request takes him by surprise, and he’s brought back to reality as he jumps to his feet, stumbling towards his closet. “Uh, yeah--”  Jimin says as he’s busy rummaging through a pile of chords where two controllers are buried, “I brought my One, roommate’s got Wii,” he then tosses one of his own to Tae, flopping on his bed and facing the other wall where the television is attached to the far corner. Patting the spot besides him, he waits for the other to take a seat before turning on the console. “Tekken?”

[xinanlide]

@rxskolnikov

The doorknob gives way under his hand, and he grins in victory. Score.

“So my roommate kicked me out of the room and didn’t even give me any notice.” His head peeks into the room, and as soon as he’s sure the guy in the room isn’t naked or rubbing one out, he waltzes in. With his hip he closes the door behind him, and wanders around the dorm room of…a semi-stranger. Park Jimin seems normal enough, is pretty easy to talk to, and Taehyung had thought that they hit it off fairly well during their first floor meeting….like, two weeks ago. “I don’t even have my laptop and my phone is dying so – what’s new with you?”

Planting himself down on the floor next to Jimin’s chair, he stares up at the confused male. Taehyung would have just sat on the bed, but they don’t know each other that well just yet.

A glance towards the desk, and he furrows his brows. He thought that he’d been productive, staying on top of his assignments but this guy is going hard on the studying already. “It’s – like the second week of college.” The confusion melts into a faux-concerned expression ; he’s actually hiding a teasing smile as he pats Jimin’s leg. “You have to relax a little!”

[rxskolnikov]

    Neck deep into his Macro Economics readings, Jimin doesn’t spare a glance when he hears the door being opened. Safely assuming it’s his very-frequently-missing roommate, his head is buried in textbook when a different voice startles him. Chair creaking loudly against linoleum, he whips around but is quickly relaxed when he meets the intruder’s face.

    “Your roommate’s kind of a dick,” Jimin jokingly remarks when he’s fully facing Taehyung; a kid his year from down the hall whom he’s met about two weeks prior. He’s tall, tan, and doe-eyed - someone he’d certainly crush on was he not so tragically straight (Jimin has been there, done that, got his heart pathetically broken, and will definitely skip a repeat). Besides, Taehyung has been nothing but charming and friendly - someone he feels he could get along with swimmingly - thus he’s been on his best behaviour around the younger, hoping he’ll learn to view him as a surrogate brother instead of a really... really hot guy. “Charger’s on the bed. And, uh, Macro Econ is kicking my ass already. I just love learning about big money when I can barely afford to eat out.” Jimin huffs, watching as Tae flops on the floor beside him, and goes back to his reading material. 

    Chuckling at the expression on Tae’s face, he rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh but shuts off the computer screen nonetheless. “Alright, alright, you win.” Jimin turns sideways and brushes the younger’s hair away from his eyes, “what do you wanna do?”

[ohparkjimin]