◈ Pairing: Jiminx Jungkook
◈ Genre: Jikook smut 18 + Mature (smut, fluff, a bit of crack?) sort of enemies to lovers?
◈ Warnings: Smut, hand job, oral receiving, member x member, teasing, edging, power bottom Jimin back at it again, biting, kissing, rutting, anal sex (use protection kids)
◈ Summary: Baseball captain Jungkook can’t help but to tease sweet Science nerd Jimin, but when his teasing goes too far, Jimin is quick to teach him a lesson.
◈ A/N: This goes out to my wifey @koyakoo for her birthday. We’ve known each other for almost two years and in that time you have been one of the most important people in my life. You never judge and always shower me with love. I love you bun bun <3 I hope you love it.
“Hurry up and finish, we’re going to get caught.” Jimin smirks as he watches Jungkook fall apart under the touch of his hand. He knew rushing the poor boy into orgasm wasn’t very nice, but he couldn’t help himself. The brat before him had practically been asking for this, and Jimin had a point to prove.
“Hyung...nngg..I-- I’m so close..so close.” Jungkook can barely catch a breath with the way Jimin’s smaller hand strokes him mercilessly, his tiny fist attempting to hold the entirety of Jungkook’s giant hard cock. It was cute at first when Jungkook teased him, stating that Jimin would never dare touch him. Jungkook had watched the smaller man turn red with embarrassment, enjoying the way he attempted to walk away, only to be surprised when he turned back around at Jungkook’s challenge.
“I bet you can’t even wrap those small hands around me. You're so tiny, so...soft. There isn’t a drop of bad boy in you, Park Jimin.”
Jimin’s eyes were full of something Jungkook could not quite explain. For a moment there he was a bit worried he had offended him, but when the cute soft male began approaching him like a predator to prey, Jungkook swallowed hard. He had heard rumors of the smaller one's temper, but he had yet to see it for himself, and now on the edge of an orgasm, he regrets ever pushing the older boy.
“How close are you, bunny? Hmm? I bet my pretty hands are getting you off so well...aren’t they? Didn’t you have something you wanted to say to me?”
A bit dazed and completely enraptured by lust, Jungkook tried to make sense of what Jimin was saying. Say something? Say what? He didn’t quite know what Jimin meant, so he stutters, struggling to focus on his words instead of how good the other male’s hand feels.
“Hmm? Say..wha--”
“Yes, baby. You owe me an apology.”
“Apolo-? Wha-?”
Before Jungkook can form a sentence, Jimin pulls his hand out of the taller jock’s gym pants. Jungkook shudders, chest heaving and mind completely focused on one thing...needing to cum.
“Jimin! Gah-- what are you--?”
Jimin giggles, walking back to lean against the lockers of the infamous university gym where all-star Jungkook was currently captain of the baseball team. He eyes him curiously, satisfied with the fact that he had just brought Jungkook to the edge with his so-called “small hands”. If it wasn’t for Jimin’s intellect, Jungkook would never have come to him. Jimin was also very well known in the university, but his world was much different than Jungkook’s. Jimin was never into sports much, putting all of his focus on his studies.
He met Jungkook one sunny afternoon, weeks ago. while he was out relaxing on a blanket enjoying his lunch and his favorite book. The bold jock had come up to him demanding Jimin tutor him, making it clear he would be demoted from his precious position as captain if Jimin didn’t comply. Of course Jimin had denied him, nobody told him what to do.
But then Jungkook did something so out of character Jimin had to give him a little hope.
“Please, hyung. I’ll do anything.”
“You don’t have to beg. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Jungkook practically squealed, jumping up and down like a cute little bunny.
Jimin wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into because soon after Jungkook started teasing and being a pushy little snot. After several nights of enduring this behavior, Jimin began getting annoyed. He was practically on the brink of walking away and letting the overgrown muscle boy suffer the consequences.
Of course Jungkook panicked at the threat of having to study on his own. He begged Jimin once more to please reconsider and to come talk to him after his game on Friday. At first Jimin wasn’t going to, but the cute little text message reminders that kept coming from the younger idiot had tugged at his heart strings.
Friday night came quicker than expected, and Jimin waited in the locker room for Jungkook as was discussed. What he didn’t intend was for things to take such a turn. As Jungkook apologized, pleading with the older to please help him pass chemistry, he couldn’t help but to tease Jimin one last time.
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky if you got laid. What is it with you, Park? Why are you always so moody? Aren’t there enough girls in the Science quad?”
This was the last straw. Fuming with anger, Jimin pushed the taller male back against the lockers, eyes bloodshot with a rage he couldn’t contain.
“What is it with you? Why is everything about sex? I am literally trying to help you. Fuck you. I don’t even date girls.”
Huffing out in anger, he crossed his arms over his chest frustrated. Jungkook smiled loving how cute the softer male looked. Teasing him always made Jungkook feel things...things he didn’t understand. “What! So you’re into men? HA! Park Jimin. I never pegged you for a bad boy.”
“What does liking the same sex have to do with being a bad boy? You’re such an idiot!”
“You wish! I bet you can’t even wrap those small hands around me. You're so tiny, so...soft. There isn’t a drop of bad boy in you, Park Jimin.”
Which brings us to the present, where Jungkook can’t even form an apology because Jimin had him weak in the knees.
“What is wrong with you, Kook? You insult me, call me names...and yet here you are begging me to help you cum. I think you owe me several apologies.”
Before Jungkook could respond, Jimin stalks back up to him. When he reaches Jungkook, he presses into his chest, drawing a finger slowly down his neck, chest, and to the band of his underwear. He sees Jungkook shiver in expectation and he feels a bit triumphant at the power he held over the arrogant fool.
Teasing with his fingers, he eyes Jungkook with feline eyes, pressing his lips gently to the pathetic man’s neck while humming in disappointment.
“If only your teammates could see you now. Their tough captain falling to pieces over the campus Science nerd. Kooo, you’re so mean to me...always so rude. You’d better apologize before I walk away.”
Jungkook struggles to think, his entire body pressed against the solid cold metal of the lockers, hands flat on the surface behind him for stability. He knows he’s been mean to Jimin, but he can’t explain why he did it. It was impossible not to when the cute boy always got so hot-headed whenever Jungkook pushed his buttons. Secretly, he loved seeing Jimin get upset. The blood rushing through the smaller man’s body always accentuating his lips and cheeks more, making him look like an upset little tomato.
Just the feeling of Jimin’s body had him wanting to kiss the endearing boy roughly, but Jimin, it seems, was a lot more in control than Jungkook realized. Jungkook couldn’t believe how the other so boldly slid his hand down his pants the moment he was challenged. He was so damn sexy standing in front of him, eyes glossed over with lust and power. Jungkook was fucked.
“I don’t c-care what my teammates think.”
“Oh? Is that so? What about if they hear you begging for my touch?”
Sliding his hands back down into Jungkook’s pants, he was happy to find that the poor baby was still solid as a rock, his tip weeping with pre-cum. Biting his lip to hold back a giggle, Jimin slathers the arousal down Jungkook’s length, working his wrists at just the right angle, causing the poor boy to buck forward.
“Tsk tsk...you’d better stop holding back those whimpers. You sound so cute...so soft...so weak. Isn’t it funny..how one can never really judge a book by its cover?” Unable to hold back, Jimin leans forward taking Jungkook’s earlobe into his mouth, biting it gently before stroking the pain away with the tip of his hot tongue.
Jimin whispers seductively against the jock’s ear making him want to cry in agony. Jimin was touching just enough of him to keep him on edge, but not enough to bring him relief.
“P-please...Jimin...Pl-please..”
“Oh no. We aren’t going to play this game. Say you’re sorry, or I stop right now. I will leave you like this, Kook. Don’t test me.”
“Oh godddd.” Jungkook is beside himself, his own hips now moving in time with Jimin’s strokes. All he had to do was apologize, but his stubbornness didn’t let him. Wanting to push the other further Jungkook takes a risk.
“Why would I apologize to such a soft..pretty...little man?”
Jimin’s reaction is exactly what he hoped for. Without a second thought, Jimin was down on his knees angrily ripping Jungkook's pants down to his ankles.
“If that’s how you want to play it.” Instantly, Jimin’s pretty plush lips roll over the tip of Jungkook’s cock and down his length. Using his tongue, he spreads the already existing moisture, pulling back with a pop, swallowing the tangy taste.
“Fuck!” Jungkook can no longer contain his need. He’s been so close for the past twenty minutes and the way Jimin looks kneeling below him about ready to swallow his dick down again has him losing his mind. “Jimin..ahh...Ji-...shit shit shit…”
Smugly, Jimin smiles and then takes the younger male’s length down a little further than before, triggering his gag reflex. He breathes slowly out of his nose, and then takes Jungkook deeper, sweeping his tongue over the long vein trailing under his cock, and then pulling back to flick over his tip.
“Good boy.” Jimin slithers up his body making sure to rub teasingly against the other’s aching cock. Reaching his face, he angles up his chin defiantly, kissing the tip of Jungkook’s nose.
“Are you going to be nice to me from now on? Hmm?
“Yes, anything..yes. Please, Jimin.”
Feeling sorry for the pleading, whiny baby, Jimin stands on his tip-toes, wrapping his arms around Jungkook in order to kiss him hungrily. His kiss is unhurried, almost as if he wants to prolong the other’s suffering. Technically, he did deserve it.
“You promise, Koo?” Pressing his forehead against Jungkook’s, Jimin can’t help but giggle when the other nods aggressively. Jungkook is all too consumed with his arousal and the feel of the soft man in his arms.
“I promise.”
“Good. Do me a favor and sit on that bench. I need you right now. I’m so turned on, Jungkook.”
Jimin presses against Jungkook’s naked skin causing him to immediately do as told. Once sitting, Jimin stands in front of him cutely, quietly bringing the now apologetic man’s hands up to grab his waist. “Take off my pants.”
If Jungkook would have known that teasing Jimin all this time would result in this, he’d do it over a million times, though he’d never tell the other. Mesmerized by Jimin, he begins undoing the button of the pretty boy’s jeans, occasionally letting his hand slip down and over the swollen member he couldn’t wait to see. It was obvious that Jimin was extremely turned on, and Jungkook couldn’t wait to have him.
“Such a tease...and a brat…”
Jungkook chuckles, still focused on pulling down any cloth that obstructed his view of the pretty and tantalizing skin of the other. Jimin smelled so delicious, his strawberry scent giving Jungkook just a taste of what was to come. When he finally has him naked, he swallows visibly, looking up to find that Jimin is actually blushing.
“Are you just going to look at me all day?” Kicking off his pants and underwear, Jimin moves forward to straddle the other, legs falling neatly over the other side of the bench. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s hot length pressing against his ass and balls. He rolls once, testing the other’s resolve, and Jungkook whines.
“Jimin..fuck..I don’t know if I’ll be able to last.”
“I know you will. You wouldn’t be Jeon fucking Jungkook if you gave up so easily, now would you?”
Now the man being faced with a challenge, he chuckles, pressing his face into Jimin’s neck. “That's not fair, hyung. You edged me for so long.”
“That’s too bad, Koo. Be a good boy and give me your fingers.” Jungkook brings up his right hand unsure of what the other wants, but when Jimin slips them into his mouth, working his tongue over them in the same manner he had done with his cock earlier, Jungkook can’t help but to watch in a trance.
Letting his spit drip down the other’s fingers, Jimin guides the hand back around to his rim, where he presses the jock’s fingers forward. Jungkook looks at Jimin with unsure eyes, but Jimin simply smiles and kisses the other, moaning into his mouth for motivation. Jungkook puts his fingers to work, quickly prodding at the sensitive ring of muscles that easily welcome the tip of his middle finger.
“Hmm, seems like someone has been busy prepping this ass for me.”
Jimin bucks suddenly when he feels Jungkook push his finger to the second knuckle. He feels extremely shy how easily Jungkook was able to tell he was already ready for him. Jimin couldn’t help himself when he was home alone thinking of the sexy jock that drove him insane.
“Nobody’s been prepping me. I-...”
“You? Oh my...you really are a bad boy. Did you think of me when you were fingering this tight ass?”
Jimin whimpers, embarrassed that now he was the one being questioned. “Maybe.”
“Oh fuck...I can’t wait to talke you, Jimin.”
Bringing his hand back to his mouth, Jungkook spits on his fingers and rubs the moisture along Jimin’s puckering hole. Jimin scoots back a little, releasing Jungkook’s cock from under him to dribble spit all over it. Getting back into position, he uses his feet to prop himself up in order to align himself perfectly with the hot strong male underneath him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes…” Jimin barely whispers against Jungkook’s lips, as the other takes him in a kiss in order to distract him from the feel of the tip of his cock pushing past the resistance. Jimin swears, placing his head inside of the crook of Jungkook’s neck, biting down to quiet his cries.
Jungkook eases Jimin’s body, moving his hands inside the smaller man’s shirt in order to caress up and down his spine in an attempt to comfort him. “Shh..Jimin..I’m here. You’re so perfect. So lovely...so soft.”
Jimin shudders, rolling his hips back, taking the jock’s length even further. Jungkook spits once more on his fingers, slathering up the area around Jimin’s rim before pulling back out. Soon enough, he builds up a rhythm and Jimin is quick to follow. He enjoys the way Jimin’s thighs tense as they help Jungkook roll in and out of his greedy hole.
“Jimin....Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
“Almost there, Kook-ah...fuck...you’re soo big…”
The smaller man’s frame shivers with the overwhelming sensation pooling in the pit of his belly. He wants to say something witty, make the other want him even more, but he finds he’s lost his control. Pulling Jungkook tighter, he presses down onto the other, rolling his hips with a new found urgency. Not wanting to scream out in pleasure, he kisses Jungkook again, this kiss containing all the suppressed feelings he’s held on to.
As soon as Jungkook bucks up, hitting him exactly where Jimin needs, he throws his head back, crying out his ecstasy in an echo that bounces across the entire locker room.
“Shit..Jungkoook...Gahh..yes..just like that...just like that….”
He cums hard, shooting his white milky liquid all over Jungkook’s abs and shirt. Not wanting the other to fall back, Jungkook holds onto him tightly, lost in the feeling of the other’s spasming hole. Right when Jimin is mid orgasm, he too releases into him, spurting his hot cum deep inside the other.
Jimin comes to his senses shortly after, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders seeking comfort in his arms. He nuzzles into his neck, whimpering when Jungkook pulls himself out.
“I’m sorry, precious. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Not hurt.”
Jungkook laughs quietly, enjoying how cute Jimin was behaving and how he’s currently unable to form a sentence.
“Okay, good. Do you feel okay?
“Mmm.”
“Ha..that’s good, baby, but we need to get cleaned up and get out of here before someone comes in and sees this pretty ass.”
Jimin snuggles in closer, rubbing his dirty cock all over Jungkook’s already messy clothes.
“In a minute.”
Jungkook bites his bottom lip trying his best not to laugh at the other’s actions. He really was adorable. Suddenly he regrets ever being an asshole to him.
“Jimin, I really am sorry for being mean to you, I really wasn-”
“Shh. It’s okay. If you hadn’t been such an idiot trying to suppress your feelings for me, we wouldn’t be here.”
Jungkook turns away, cheeks blooming pink at the way Jimin so casually exposed him without blinking.
“You’re really too much, you know that, Park Jimin?”
“And you’re really just a big ol’ baby, Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin smiles when Jungkook presses his lips against his in a sweet kiss, rubbing his nose affectionately with his own.
synopsis: i don’t know why you even bother questioning me when i’m always right.
alternate synopsis: in which both reader and jimin can’t help but yearn for a relationship deeper than the term “study buddies”
contents: mild cursing, confession, mentions of drinking alcohol and parties
note: i lost my writing journal and i’m so sad *cries* but luckily i remembered this from the depths of my nonexistent brain. edit: nvrmind i found it lol
song rec/inspo: 《247》by seventeen, performance team
wc: 2.2k
“You must not be in your right mind, the answer’s obviously 74.”
“I'm not in my right mind?? Jimin, please check your work again.”
It was a nice Saturday afternoon, beautiful weather, sunny, blue skies...except you were stuck in the library with Park Jimin studying for your upcoming math final. The bane of your existence with you in the same room.
“I’ve checked it 2 times already, show me yours.”
With a groan, you handed your notebook over to the blond headed male beside you, already regretting your choice of studying with him. Jimin was smart, that wasn’t refutable, but was he a good person? Sometimes you questioned that. Especially when he questioned every single damn-
“Are you sure you divided correctly?” Jimin asked critically, after a few seconds of scanning through your work.
“Are you sure you divided correctly?” you snapped back, already annoyed that Jimin had questioned your answer.
The bickering between the two of you almost never stopped, leading to many of your peers wondering why you even studied together in the first place.
Jimin rolled his eyes at your childish response and moved onto checking the answer of the next question.
Because he’s smart, your rational side told you. It could benefit us to study with another person too!
However, after another ten minutes, you gave up. Screw this, I’ve been here for nearly two hours with this idiot!!
You stood up suddenly, slamming your books onto the table with a loud bang in the quiet library. Jimin looked up, surprised at your sudden action.
“I’m going home. This is stupid and we’re not getting anything done. I can be productive elsewhere without you annoying me.”
While packing up your textbooks, notebooks, stationery, and others, you noticed Jimin looking at something intently.
“Hey! That’s mine!!” you snatched back the notebook Jimin was curiously examining, blushing profusely.
Jimin smirked, “Well, I guess now I know what you meant by ‘being productive elsewhere.’ Have fun on your date!”
You blushed harder and chose to ignore Jimin’s taunting, throwing the remainder of your things into your backpack and exiting the library, walking quickly. He had picked up your planner, in which every hour of your life had been planned in. You couldn’t imagine what he had seen in there that had made him say that.
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Mentally checking your schedule for the day, you did not have a date like Jimin suggested. In fact, you weren’t sure why it was written like that in your planner anyway. As you walked down the busy streets of Seoul, you started thinking about Jimin’s last comment. He didn’t seem to be very happy while reading the events in your planner…
I must be out of my mind. The math test is in a few days. I don’t have time-
“(Y/N)!! Over here!”
You looked up at the sound of a voice calling your name, scanning the street around you. Then you saw the small cafe with an enthusiastic waving hand. Smiling, you walked over to the cafe and sat down in one of their empty chairs.
Suddenly you remembered the planner.
“Yeri, were you the one who wrote ‘date’ in my planner?”
Yeri looked momentarily confused before chuckling “That was such a long time ago! You kept on forgetting, so I wrote it in your planner. Well, it worked, didn’t it? You’re here!”
Annoyed, you pinched at your nose.
Yeri, seeing your frustration, shrugged, “It is a date! With your girlfriend that’s all. Why are you so upset-” Yeri shrieked when you pinched her hand, embarrassedly covering her mouth. “Hey-!”
“Jimin saw it!! And now he’s going to tease me for the next few weeks just because of this! Yeri, we have a math test in-”
“Come on, (Y/N), it’s just a little joke. Don’t worry about it.”
And with a late afternoon snack with your best friend, the scenario was washed from your mind.
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“Shit, shit, shit.”
You had woken up a little bit late, exactly ten minutes after your alarm clock rang, and you were panicking. It was the day of your big math final and without those extra ten minutes, you wouldn’t have enough time to grab your coffee and eat a good breakfast as well. Rushing out of your apartment with your bag, you made it onto campus ten minutes before the exam started, breathless as well as a little sweaty.
As you jogged up to the entrance of your test building, you heard a familiar voice passing you.
“Hey! (Y/N)!”
Turning around, you saw Jimin, glasses, cheeks a little pink from the cold morning air of Seoul, and was that a ponytail? Jimin jogged over and stood in front of you, nervously before pulling something behind him.
Jimin handed you a cup of warm coffee, “Good luck on your exam, (Y/N).”
You nodded numbly, unsure that this was even real. Surprised, you managed a “Yeah, thanks” before turning back around to head into the building.
Nonetheless, you finished five minutes before the time was up, grateful for the extra kick of caffeine. You weren’t sure if you could’ve made it through without your daily dose of coffee. Not only was it surprising to even have the cup of coffee from Jimin, but that it was perfectly made. It almost seemed too suspicious.
After the exam, you and your friends decided to go to lunch at the local campus cafe. Almost immediately after getting seated, Joy blurted out, “Oh my god, (Y/N), you never told me you and Jimin were dating!”
After the initial shock, you quickly retorted, “What are you even saying? We’re just studying together.”
Joy nodded smugly, “And where’d you get that cup of coffee from, hm?”
You groaned out loud, “Oh my gosh, it was just for good luck. Why’d you have to make it so awkward?”
Joy sighed dreamily, “I think he might like you, (Y/N)..”
You rolled your eyes before looking down at the menus the waiter had placed on your table before connecting the dots.
“Wait, Joy, was it you who told him to get me a cup of coffee?”
Joy looked up, surprised by your accusation, “No..?”
“But then how was it-”
“Okay fine. It was me. Stop bullying Joy.”
The two of you turned around to stare at Yeri, who had been quiet while this whole conversation between you and Joy. Yeri looked nonchalant though, as she diverted her gaze back to the menu in her hands.
Shrugging it off, you added, “I guess it doesn’t matter then, if Yeri told Jimin to get it.”
Yeri waved her hands, contradicting you, “No, no. I didn’t tell him to get it. He asked how you liked your coffee, that’s all.”
Although you were surprised that Jimin even thought of you, you didn’t dwell on it much. It might have just been a thank-you gift for studying with him. Quickly changing the topic, you made it a point to not bring up Jimin in the next hour with your friends. While waiting for dessert, however, your thoughts suddenly turned to Jimin. What even was Jimin to you? Friends? Absolutely not. Just thinking about that made your blood boil. Study buddies.
“What’d you say?”
You looked up, surprised to see Joy and Yeri’s confused faces. Waving it off, you mumbled something about the recent math exam and the attention was directed off you once more. Jimin was starting to become troublesome.
Once you stepped foot into your apartment, you noticed that you were still holding the coffee cup Jimin had given to you. A rush of annoyance surged through you and you were about to throw the cup into the trash when you noticed lettering on it. Curious, you twisted the cup around to see what it said.
“Good luck with your exam (Y/N)!! Also, it was 78, not 74. You were right,” written in Jimin’s normally messy handwriting, a little neater.
Smiling, you kept the cup on your tiny kitchen counter, and went to your bathroom to wash up, trying to wash out thoughts of the cute dimpled boy.
That night, you dreamt of coffee cups and a smiling Jimin.
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Exam season was now over, leaving you with lots of free time. So much time that you weren’t sure what to even do. Thankfully, you had your two best friends there to make sure you weren’t holed up all the time in your bedroom listening to K-pop and watching anime all day long.
“C’mon, it’s the end of our year as freshmen in college! We should all go out and celebrate!”
Yeri joined in with Joy’s excitement, “And who knows? We might even see Jimin there!”
You groaned at Jimin’s name, covering your blushing face with your hands, “That’s one of the reasons I don’t want to go…”
After exams were over, you rarely saw even a hint of Jimin’s face. After all, being study buddies meant you only saw each other while studying for exams. Now that it was all over, the two of you had no excuse to see each other.
Eventually, your friends managed to drag you out in a decent outfit to another freshmen’s fraternity home, Soonyoung. There were already a lot of people at the party, despite being only 8:45. Within a few minutes, however, the house was packed with people, Joy and Yeri nowhere to be seen, leaving you alone in the crowds of people.
You sighed, standing in one of the corners with a cup of non-alcoholic Sprite, keeping your head low to avoid being recognized.
“(Y/N)?”
You looked up, surprised to hear your name being called, and even more surprised to see the blond head of Jimin. You smiled unintentionally when seeing the familiar face, gripping your cup of Sprite slightly harder.
“What’re you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Awkward, you looked down at your shoes, taking a deep breath before breathing out, “Uh, I just wanted to say...thank you. For the coffee.”
Jimin chuckled, also feeling a little awkward in the party atmosphere, “No problem, it’s what friends do, right?”
Your face burned at the word friends.
“Yeah.”
Pushing his hair back, Jimin looked up at the ceiling to try and calm his racing heart. “Do you-”
“I kinda want to leave now, wanna come with?”
Jimin stood, a little taken aback before sputtering out, “Yes, sure, absolutely, actually I wanted to leave too.”
You grinned, “Did you have a drink, Chim? Your face is really red right now.”
Jimin blushed harder, trying to cover up his face with his arm, “Yeah, maybe just a little.”
The two of you left the heated house, sighing in relief once the cool air outside hit. You could still hear the faint sound of party music even outside.
“Jesus, I hate parties,” you said, breathing in the night air, leaning back on your arms to stare at the starry night sky.
“Yeah same. I guess I prefer quiet libraries,” Jimin agreed, following your gaze.
You smirked, “You’re such a nerd, Jimin.”
He stuck his tongue out and pouted, “As if you weren’t.”
You sat on the curb with Jimin, indulging in the silence between the two of you. Your thoughts drifted to the first time you saw Jimin in the library. His hair was still black back then, and shorter.
“(Y/N)...”
Jimin’s voice made you snap out of your thoughts.
His face was really red, but you had no doubt that your face was the same shade of scarlet, maybe even darker.
You smiled shyly, trying to conceal your pounding heart and sweaty hands.
“Spit it out, Jimin.”
Jimin smiled and leaned closer, close enough for you to smell his cologne and a little bit of alcohol as well.
“We’ve known each other for a long time...as friends, study buddies, whatever you wanna call it.”
You nodded along, letting him finish his thought.
Before Jimin could finish, he broke down, “Ugh, I can’t say this, it’s so embarrassing,” covering his face with his small hands, you finally laughed.
“Don’t laugh at me!” he pouted, letting his eyes peek through his hands.
You gradually stopped, holding your stomach for comfort. Then you faced Jimin, leaning just as close as he had before. Carefully you took his hands into your own, letting you see his face clearly.
“You dumbass, ask the question.”
Unfaltering from your insult, Jimin smiled shyly, looking down at your intertwined hands, “Be my girlfriend.”
Despite preparing yourself with Joy and Yeri, your heart still skipped a beat and you gulped.
“That’s not a question, idiot.”
Jimin laughed, bringing you even closer that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.
“Do you like me as well, (Y/N)?”
Sighing contentedly, you buried your head into his chest, “Of course.”
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“You knew I liked you?!”
You hushed Jimin in the library, feeling the weight of judgemental stares on you.
“Yes, now can you be a little quiet? We’re in a library, Chim.”
Jimin blushed, diving back into his textbook. Within a few minutes, though, his curiosity got the best of him.
“But..how did you know?”
You looked up slowly, eyebrows cocked, before smirking.
Min Yoongi is the school's resident Bad Boy™. He's covered in tattoos, is pierced, curses like a sailor, smokes like crazy, doesn't give a shit about anything, possesses a hot temper that has people steering clear of him, and is desperately in love with Park Jimin, the adorable math nerd. When Jimin is tasked with tutoring Yoongi in math, who is in danger of failing the class and being held back a year, both boys are hesitant. Yoongi because he can't think straight around the boy with startling red hair, and Jimin because Yoongi is scary as hell and looks like he can easily kill someone. Gradually, though, the two grow closer, and Jimin finds that Yoongi is nothing like how he'd imagined.
this is your obligatory high school cliche. i mean it. it’s so cute, i smiled throughout the whole story.
