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Jimin doesn’t think about it as he unlocks the door to his apartment and lets Hoseok shove him up against it as soon as it’s closed. He doesn’t think about it as Hoseok bites into his neck possessively, leaving marks that Jimin will have to deal with in the morning. He doesn’t think about it as he grips Hoseok’s ass through his pants and digs his nails in.
It’s been over two months now and they keep running each other. It’s like a sitcom the way wherever he goes, Hoseok seems to be two paces behind. He just wanted to move on and forget but the universe has other plans, apparently. And maybe he shouldn’t blame the universe for his actions because he’s the one that approached Hoseok in that club when he could’ve left and he’s the one that admitted too quiet for Hoseok to hear under the booming music that he missed him.
Jimin should know better, but he puts it to the back of his mind as Hoseok’s mouth finally finds his and they’re kissing like nothing ever happened.
Like Hoseok didn’t leave. Like Jimin didn’t tell him to go.
Jimin moans into Hoseok’s mouth, uses his hands on Hoseok’s ass to drag him closer so he can feel Jimin’s erection. Hoseok bites his bottom lip, drawing a grown from him, before he pushes his tongue into Jimin’s mouth. Hoseok wastes no time in grinding his hips into Jimin’s and Jimin does all he can to reciprocate while he keeps up with Hoseok’s mouth.
It’s not quite like before. Nothing is as soft, there’s an urgency to their touches that was never there before. That’s why it ended, because there was no passion left. Hoseok looked Jimin in the fucking eye and said that to him and Jimin let him.
“Bedroom,” Jimin gasps as they part. Hoseok just smirks at him and turns to lead Jimin through his own apartment.
Jimin pushes Hoseok down onto the bed unceremoniously and straddles his hips, connecting their mouths once more. Hoseok’s hands are sliding beneath his shirt, thumbs flicking over his nipples.
Jimin hasn’t been with anyone else since, and he doubts Hoseok has either but he doesn’t dare ask. It’s not something he wants to know. Every touch feels electric for the first time in a long time. Jimin shouldn’t have just let him go like that. He didn’t even try.
“Off,” Hoseok is muttering next, pushing the hem of Jimin’s shirt up his stomach until he gets the message. Hoseok sits up with him so he can shed his own shirt. As soon as it’s off Jimin reaches for Hoseok’s fly to work on that too because he can’t wait anymore.
Jimin has to get off Hoseok’s lap for them both to get undressed and it’s a terrible moment apart before Hoseok is pushing him back against the sheets and settling between his thighs. He presses his whole body against Jimin’s and it’s all Jimin can do to arch into him and whine as their cocks finally brush together.
He already knows he won’t last long, but he doesn’t need to communicate that to Hoseok because there’s no doubt he’s feeling the same way. Jimin locks his thighs around Hoseok’s waist just to keep him close, like he’s scared Hoseok is going to walk out on him again. He wouldn’t— not now.
“Please,” he utters against Hoseok’s lips, eyes cracking open to see Hoseok staring down at him with an expression on his face that Jimin can’t place. When they were in the club they didn’t talk about their past, didn’t mention the year they shared previous. It was all left unsaid as Jimin asked if he wanted to come home with him.
Right now, they don’t need to speak.
Hoseok leans down and kisses him, softer this time. It only lasts a moment because then Hoseok is kicking his hips forward and Jimin is moaning at the feeling. It’s a little too dry, a little uncomfortable, but it’s enough and nothing could make Jimin move from exactly where they are. Hoseok just keeps kissing him.
Each time their mouths meet it gets increasingly sloppy but neither of them could care less. Hoseok’s hands are in his hair, pulling in the way he knows Jimin likes.
Jimin is helpless to do anything other than hold on, let the waves of pleasure wash over him. It’s not long before Hoseok’s hips begin to lose their perfect rhythm. Jimin opens his eyes again, finds Hoseok looking at him, even as they kiss. Maybe it should be weird— arguably they shouldn’t even be here in the first place but Jimin can’t look away.
He needs this, needs Hoseok moaning into his mouth as his hips stutter and he cums across both their stomachs. Jimin follows him a moment later, maintaining the eye contact even thought the urge to close them is there.
Before, Jimin reasoned to himself that this was just a one night stand, that it didn’t mean anything else because he was over Hoseok as much as he thought he could be.
They come down panting and then Hoseok does something Jimin almost wishes he didn’t. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Jimin’s lips. It feels like a memory or a promise. Jimin can’t place it.
Jimin grunts and shifts beneath him, effectively ruining the moment. Hoseok takes the hint and rolls off him, getting up to retrieve something to clean them up without another word.
Then comes the moment that Jimin has been dreading, the one he didn’t think about in the club when this started and the one he desperately tried not think about when they got home.
“I’ll go,” Hoseok says, once they’re cleaned up. He stands from the bed and reaches for his discarded clothes. Jimin bites his lip.
“Stay,” Jimin says before he can overthink it.
Hoseok pauses. “Is that a good idea?” he asks, his back to Jimin.
“Does it matter?” Jimin replies.