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Sigh…
The rain pattered against the windowpane, a melancholic rhythm that matched the despondency in Jeongguk's poor heart. Sitting in the corner of the campus coffee shop, he absently stirred his untouched chocolate milk, his gaze fixed on the world outside—a world that seemed to mirror his own gloom.
His mind drifted, as it often did these days, to Jimin.
Beautiful, sexy head cheerleader Park Jimin.
“Who knew the worshipped star quarterback of our university could make such cute noises, huh? I guess I should feel special, I'm the only one who's gotten to see this cuter side of you. Is that right?”
“You ready, babyboy? Hyungie’s gonna make you feel so good. Gonna suck you til you’re fucking stupid.”
“You’re quite pretty, Jeongguk-ah.”
He blushes despite himself, the memories of the last time he saw the man running circles in his mind.
He traced the rim of his cup, lost in the swirls of frothy milk.
“-gguk. Jeongguk! Hey!”
“What!” He snaps at his best friend and football teammate, Hoseok, who nudged him to get his attention.
“Geez, man. What’s up with you bro? You’ve been all…” Hoseok gestures to him vaguely, “All mopey n shit for forever, dude. Talk to me! That's what I'm here for bro.”
Jeonnguk sighs and turns his head to face the dripping window again. “You wouldn’t get it, hyung.”
“Ah, well I tried.” And just like the quitter he is, Hoseok returns to looking at his menu.
Again, a soft sigh escaped him, a blend of frustration and longing.
Outside, the city bustled with life. People rushed by, umbrellas bobbing like colorful mushrooms in the rain. Couples strolled, hand in hand, lost in their own worlds of shared happiness. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass, his breath fogging a small circle when he exhaled. The faint scent of coffee beans lingered, mingling with the dampness of the day.
It’s been a little over a week since the shower incident. Since he’s had a taste of heaven. Since he’s had everything he’s ever wanted ripped away from him.
He’s being a little dramatic. It was just a blow job in the gym showers, but it was also the best damned nut of his life!
It had taken him months- MONTHS to finally get the cheer captain’s attention. And where he thought he took 5 steps forwards, it turned out to be a billion steps fucking backward.
After Jimin sucked the life out of his dick, he left. Just like that. Said something about teaching him to be a good boy or whatever the fuck and then dipped! Without so much as a phone number, Kakao ID, or even an Instagram handle. Fuck he would’ve been grateful if he had even given him his email address!
But nope.
Nada.
Zilch.
Zero.
Nothing!
After he said that shit about training him, Jeongguk thought that had implied that they would see each other again. Often even. But he hasn’t seen Jimin in a week.
Usually, he’d run into him a few times a day or even at least once, but it’s like he disappeared.
And if this were anyone else, Jeongguk would be all like its whatever, but it's fucking Park Jimin.
And now that he’s had just a taste of him, he’s like an addict who is craving another dose, and his supplier just got life behind bars so he’s screwed.
Needless to say, he’d returned to his old way of coping.
Jumping from bed to bed and sleeping around, but it's just been one unsatisfying orgasm after another. And at this point, he’s about to enroll in therapy or rehab or something to get this cheerleader off his mind.
“Ugh, Jeon’s throwing another pity party?”
Lost in his thoughts, the new voice startled him. Looking up, he saw that a few more friends and teammates of his came to join him and Hoseok. Namjoon, Yugyum, and Cha Eun-woo.
“Aww, man, you’ve been a sad sack for days. How about you come with us to Jackson's tonight?”
Jeongguk huffs and lays his head on crossed arms on the table. “Once again, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not really in a party mood.”
“Bro! That’s exactly why you need this!” Namjoon exclaims getting a few head turns in the cafe that the entire group ignores.
Yugyum nods as he takes a seat in the booth beside him, “Namjoon’s absolutely right. I hate seeing you like this and you won't even tell us what's got you down, and I'm not saying you have to, but come on, you love parties.”
“A little change of scenery, good company, dancing, good music- it’ll be fun!”
Usually, he wouldn’t give in to his friend’s pleas, but hell, maybe they are right. Maybe he could find another stranger tonight who could give him more than what Jimin could.
“Okay, fine. I’ll come.”
The friend group erupted in cheers. Namjoon pulled out his phone, “Hell yeah, I’m texting Jackson right now! This party will be the shit I'm telling you man."
"Fuck yeah dude! Yoongi even agreed to Dj tonight!” Eun-woo gives Hoseok a high five in celebration.
Yoongi is another friend of theirs, not on the football team or into sports at all, but he is the best damn DJ in all of South Korea. Maybe the party won’t be so bad after all.
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The party is shit.
And that’s no fault on Jackson's or Yoongi’s end. The music is great as usual and Jackson throws the best parties in the world, but…
Sigh…
Right now Jeongguk is in the bathroom. The thumping of the music was muffled to a distant hum he could feel more than he could hear. He rested his hands against the cold sink and stared into his reflection looking right back at him.
Tonight he was dressed how he wanted to feel. Confident and sexy.
He wore a deep navy button-up shirt, the fabric clinging to his frame without being restrictive, accentuating the subtle definition of his form. The top three buttons were undone, allowing a glimpse of his collarbones, a touch of casual sluttiness but not too much.
Paired with that was a pair of well-fitted black jeans, worn without the burden of underwear so the bottoms could hug his shapely thighs and ass in all the right places. Plus, if he was going to fuck around, the easy access would be nice. A stylish belt cinched at his waist, adding a subtle contrast to the dark ensemble.
To complete the look, he slipped into sleek, black leather shoes, polished to a shine. They added an air of sophistication to the overall attire, subtly complementing the casual charm of his outfit.
The man in the mirror looked self-assured, determined, put together, a life of the party, but that was not how he was feeling at the moment.
"Come on, Jeongguk," he muttered to his reflection, his voice wavering slightly. "This isn't who you are. You're not the guy who lets a hookup ruin a party. You're the fun guy, remember?"
He splashed some water on his face, the cool droplets waking him up from the haze of melancholy that clouded his thoughts. Gripping the edges of the sink, he took a deep breath, trying to summon the positive energy he desperately needed.
"You've got this," he said, more conviction lacing his words. "You're going to walk out of this bathroom and own this party. You're not going to let…let the sexiest man you've ever seen… ruin your night. Yeah, let’s get it."
With a renewed resolve, Jeongguk pushed the bathroom door open and stepped back into the vibrant chaos of the party. “You’ve got this, Jeon.”
Tonight he wasn’t going to mope around and hide in the background. Tonight, he was going to be the star quarterback, Jeon Jeongguk. The man who stands tall, does keg stands, and sleeps with any beauty he desires! Tonight he-
Oh shit!
He interrupts his inner monologue to retreat to the hallway where the bathroom was located. Jeongguk peeks his head around the corner to look at the group of cheerleaders who just walked in the front door.
He should’ve known they were gonna come, it’s Jackson Wang’s party for Christ’s sake!
His eyes scan over every pink-dressed (is it a requirement when all the cheerleaders hang out as a group, they have to wear pink? How cliche) squad member and crosses his fingers as he hopes to spot the one beauty he is looking for.
He sees Seokjin, who is the team’s manager, a gaggle of unimportant characters, and Kim Taehyung, who was Jimin’s best friend, but not Jimin.
With a heavy sigh, Jeongguk turned away, retreating from the main hall. He found himself in the kitchen, the dim lighting offering solace amidst the chaos of the party. Without hesitation, he reached for the unappealing bottles of cheap beer and poured himself a drink, hoping the liquid would offer a numbing escape.
Following the beer, he grabbed a bottle of liquor, pouring a series of shots into a glass, his movements becoming more mechanical with each pour. Shot after shot, the burn of alcohol seared his throat, a poor substitute for the boy he craved. The party beside him seemed a distant echo, a world apart from the frustrations raging within him.
“Stupid cheerleaders. Stupid hormones. Stupid Park Jimin.” He mumbles now feeling the effects of his drinking catching up to him as he goes to make himself a glass of the premixed jungle juice. Honestly, he knows better than to drink Jackson's mystery punch (freshman year, after just two cups, he woke up outside a Dunkin with nothing but a pair of socks on), but he doesn’t care, willing to do anything to keep his mind off his sexual failures.
As Jeongguk stared into the swirling abyss of his menacingly acid-green drink, a hand suddenly appeared, plucking the cup from his grasp. Startled, he looked up to see Jimin standing before him, a mixture of concern and amusement on his face.
The cheerleader was dressed in a pink (of course) sheer long-sleeved chiffon cropped front-tied top. The blouse has billowy sleeves. that gently cascade down his hands, adding an ethereal touch to his already drop-dead gorgeous appearance.
Pairing the top, Jimin dons a high-waisted, flowing pink mini-skirt with a thigh-high slit that adds a touch of allure and movement to his outfit. The skirt's bold cut reveals a glimpse of his legs as he walks, drawing attention to his confidence and sense of style.
Without a word, he downed the entire cup, the alcohol disappearing in one swift motion. His eyes met Jeongguk’s, a myriad of emotions flickering within them—amusement, concern, and something else Jeongguk couldn’t quite place in his drunken state.
"Jeongguk-ah, what are you doing?" His voice, despite wearing a deceivingly kind smile, was tinged with a hint of reproach giving a subtle edge to his tone.
Jeongguk blinked, momentarily taken aback by the cheerleader’s sudden appearance. "I... I was just..."
“Being stupid?” Jeongguk presses his mouth together when his stomach swoops with that familiar mean tone. Jimin scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Is this how you usually are at parties? I would think you’d be the type to be the life of the party doing dumb shit like keg stands, but here you are trying to drink yourself to an early grave looking like a kicked pup. It’s kinda pathetic.”
And Jeongguk knows he should say something to defend himself because how dare he speak to him like that. The school’s worshipped quarterback! But much like the last time together, he is made speechless.
Jimin smirks and huffs a laugh seeing the other mute before he carelessly tosses the now empty solo red cup onto the ground.
“Uhm.. why did you..” The jock gestures at the cup rolling on the floor between their feet.
“Pick it up.”
Huh?
“Wha- hyung, you just threw it on the ground.” Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Gone is the smirk and instead what is left behind is a nasty scowl.
“Did I fucking ask for a play-by-play?” Before Jeongguk's drunken mind can catch up to what’s happening, a hand squeezes his cheeks so hard his lips poke out and he’s tugged forward to look eye to eye with the other. Jimin gives the other a disappointed pout and the cuteness of the look juxtaposed with the bruising grip on his face is making his head (and dick) stir.
“Oh Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin sighs and shakes his head, “What happened to being my good boy? I hoped you were gonna behave for me so I could reward you, but I guess I'm wrong for thinking more of you, huh?”
And Jeongguk doesn’t know what the other is going on about, but he seems so disappointed and Jeongguk wants to change that immediately. He tries to shake his head in disagreement, but the grip on his face won't allow him to. “No, hyung. I- I am good. I can behave.”
Jimin bites his lip to hide a smile before he shakes his head, “You can’t fool me, pretty boy. I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know you went back to being a little slut and fucking everything that can breathe. Disgusting.”
It’s not like they were exclusive or anything! Hell, he hadn't even seen Jimin all fucking week and he was about to say as much when the cheerleader spoke up first. “Now, Jeonggukie. The only saving grace right now is if you pick that fucking cup up off the ground and recycle it like a good boy. Maybe then I’ll still be in a good mood and reward you. Now what do you say, hm?”
Tell the cheerleader to fuck off and pick up his own trash or throw away his dignity and pick up the trash with the hopes of being rewarded? Hmm.
Too easy.
In a split second, Jeongguk was on his knees before the other who was laughing loudly above him.
“I’ll let him have his fun now, but when we get behind closed doors, I’ll show him who’s really boss!”. The jock promises himself as he reaches for the cup on the ground.
Once it’s in his grasp, Jeongguk makes to stand up but falls back down with a yelp when the other pushes him back down with a stern foot on his thigh.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk blinks up at him in confusion. Why won’t the cheer captain let him stand up? “W-whats wrong, hyung? I grabbed the cup like you said.”
“Oh, silly little jock.”
He has half the mind to remove the foot himself from over his thigh, but he doesn’t. Instead, he remains in his position sitting on his heels because he feels like that is what Jimin wants him to do.
“O-oh!” He gasps quietly when the foot that was on his thigh begins to teasingly shift up and down slowly. The jock can feel as his cock twitches against the fabric of his tight-fitted pants. It’s uncomfortable in a way that hurts, but the pain strangely seems to amplify his pleasure.
He’d never considered he might have a thing for feet but as he watches the random pattern Jimin’s foot traces, a brief thought makes him wonder if Jimin would take off his shoes.
The jock lets out a soft moan when Jimin slides his foot up his inner thigh. When Jeongguk looks up to the other, he sees Jimin smiling down at him as he slowly moves his foot towards his crotch.
Jeongguk can’t believe it. He almost thinks he may have drunk himself into a stupor. For days he was moping around the university just waiting for the cheerleader to make an appearance and after the whole week, he finally showed up just to publicly humiliate him. Jeongguk is nearly vibrating out of his skin.
Jimin continues his trail but stops just short of touching where the other needs it the most and pauses. "Do you want me to touch you?" He asks with a cute head tilt.
Fuck pride.
Jeongguk nods enthusiastically and whimpers slightly. Jimin chuckles before sliding his foot above the other’s crotch and presses against his erection. The cheerleader scoffs and mutters a ‘fucking pathetic’ when Jeongguk full body shudders at the contact.
Despite the mean words, by the way Jimin chuckles quietly and bites his lip, Jeongguk can tell he is enjoying teasing him. “H-hyung.” The younger gasps and ruts up against the other’s foot.
In an instant, like a switch was flipped, Jimin frowns at him and steps on his cock. Hard.
“Fuck!” Jeongguk lets out a loud cry and tries to grab the other’s ankle to make him stop.
Jimin scoffs at the reaction and grabs his hair in a hold tight enough that his own fingers cramp. He pulls Jeongguk’s head up so that he is looking directly into the cheerleader’s angry eyes. Jimin looks down at him and says, "I guess I still need to teach you some manners, huh? Hyung this and hyung that- What did I tell you to call me?"
Jeongguk swallows hard and opens his mouth only to whine incoherently. Just like the last time they were intimate, Jeongguk is shocked by his reactions. Why does the pain in his dick register as pleasure? How come his veins feel like they’re on fire and he’s about to explode with his arousal? He doesn’t understand it, but fuck it hurts so good.
His head is positively throbbing with the grip on his locks and tears begin to pool out and over his eyes as his cock pulses in pain in time with his heartbeat.
He hurts all over.
Jeonguuk’s 100% positive he could cum from this.
The jock chokes on a groan and rolls his eyes closed when Jimin applies more pressure with his foot when he spits. “You know I hate repeating myself. How the fuck should you address me?"
Jeongguk wracks his brain. It's so fucking hard to think in this condition. He squeals, "H-hyungie!"
"Mmm. That’s right.” The cheerleader lessens the pressure on the other man’s dick and coos when he whimpers pitifully. “But I'm not sure you understand what that means for you , so I'm going to explain it to you." Jimin releases his grip on the younger man’s hair to wrap loosely around his throat instead. He licks his lips feeling the pulse race beneath his fingertips.
Jimin states, "As your Hyungie, I am above you. You are just my silly little slut of a dongsaeng who listens to his hyung’s every wish and command.” He tightens his fingers on Jeongguk’s throat as he reiterates. “You will do as I say or you will be punished. Do you understand? " Jeongguk nods. "Now tell me again. what do you call me?" Jimin asks.
"Hyungie" The older man smiles down at him and removes the fingers around his throat. He coos at Jeonnguk’s tear-stained face and squats down on the kitchen floor til they’re level. The quarterback feels his heart skip a beat in awe of the other man’s beauty. Even in this situation- with his mind nothing more than a cloudy, cotton-filled mess, the simp in him can’t help but complement the other in breathless pants, “You’re s-so gorgeous, hyungie.”
But the other didn't seem to hear him over the loud music and noise of the party around them (or if he did, Jimin just hadn’t cared enough to acknowledge the boy’s words). Instead, the cheer captain traced a thumb over a mole on Jeongguk's bottom lip. He talked in a mocking pout, “Poor Jeonggukie. Hyungie is so mean, hm? You wanna cum?”
And Jeongguk didn’t feel the urgent need to do just that until the other asked. Now it's like it's the only thing on his mind. He needs to cum. His boxers are soaked with his arousal and his spine arches with the way it tingles with an approaching orgasm. He nods and clasps his hands together pleadingly, “Yes, please, hyungie. Please. I can- can't hold it. I need it! Please.”
“Ah, there’s my polite little loser. Begging for it and I didn't even have to ask. Seems like someone earned an orgasm.”
Just the acknowledgment was enough to make the younger moan, “Fuck yes.” He spreads his legs further apart when Jimin reaches down towards his hard bulge. Jeongguk blushes when Jimin laughs and remarks about the sizeable wet stain on the front of his pants.
When his hand finally cups around the jock’s shaft, Jeongguk opens his mouth to politely thank him only to damn near bite his tongue off when he clenches his teeth together in a choked cry. As if it was his sole mission tonight to make the jock’s dick fall off, Jimin continues his abuse with a hard squeeze to Jeongguk’s boner. The pretty man jerks him off just like that. With a grasp so tight over Jeongguk’s clothed cock he couldn't escape if he wanted to and a wicked laugh.
“Ah, hyu - ah ah!” The younger gasps in painful mind-numbing pleasure. The texture of his wet cock pressed against the rough, unforgiving material of his jeans sent him to a universe filled with euphoria he never reached before.
At this point, he had all but forgotten about the now crushed red solo cup in his hand til it crinkles loudly in time with a drawn-out whine when Jimin decides to focus his torture over the head of the other’s cock. Jeongguk’s going to cum any moment now, he feels it in the way his stomach churns with burning heat, the way he feels short of breath, and the way his toes seem stuck in a permanent curl in his shoes. “Ji-Jim- ah ha Hyungie! I’m gonna cu- I’m gonna cum !”
“Open your eyes, pretty. Let me see you.”
When he obeys, Jeongguk blushes at the intense, obvious lust on the other’s face. The younger man feels the way he unconsciously holds his own breath seeing Jimin breathing heavier just from getting Jeongguk off. That fact along with a growled command of ‘fucking cum’ was enough for Jeongguk to cry wantonly and make an even bigger mess of his pants.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
“Fuck” Jeongguk pants, “Hyu-”
He doesn’t get to finish whatever the hell he was saying before Jimin interrupts him, “ Look. I'm going to give you a choice. You can leave now, or you can stay and be mine. Be hyungie’s good boy."
And Jeongguk can barely focus on the words, instead feeling himself getting worked up again when he takes note of how Jimin’s composure is beyond cracked. The man was struggling to even his own breath and despite still talking in his naturally deep, seductive tone, he was speaking so fast it seemed he was in a rush.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I will own you, your body is mine to use as I please." Jimin bites his bottom lip in a grin and runs a nonchalant hand through his hair as if his words didn’t just make Jeongguk’s brain melt out of his ears
"Oh.. okay” Jeongguk nods dumbly.
Despite its ineloquence, it seems to be the right answer as Jimin blesses him with a smile full of sweetness. He then coos and uses his thumb to clean up the drool around the jock’s mouth (Jeongguk hadn’t even noticed he drooled. How embarrassing) and tear tracks around his eyes. “Now clean yourself up. You’ve attracted quite the crowd. Don't you at least want to present them with your best self?”
“Huh? Oh yeah uh thank you hyu-”
Wait a minute. Crowd?
He turned to look at the entrance of the kitchen on his left and sure enough, there was a group of about 4-5 girls all blushing and staring at him with varying expressions of embarrassment and arousal.
He wants to die.
He must’ve forgotten the rest of the world around him during the last half hour spent with Jimin on the kitchen floor. Who could blame him! Any time Jimin’s ever given him even a bit of attention was enough for his surroundings to go mute and for him to dissociate to a desolate space where he and the other man solely exist.
Wow, maybe he is as pathetic as Jimin says.
A finger under his chin turns his gaze to return to the cheerleader. Jimin looks him up and down appreciatively, “I’ll be upstairs. First door on the left. Recycle that cup like hyungie told you and don’t keep me waiting.”
And of course, Jeongguk agrees to do just that with a nod, “O-okay! Yes, hyu- Ow!”. With a tired groan, Jimin tangles a hand in the jock’s hair and uses the grip to pull himself to his feet like Jimin was relying on him for stability. As if he were a piece of furniture.
Is it weird that Jeongguk found that kinda hot? Treated as if he’s not even a person, but like Jimin’s personal inanimate aide. Well, regardless if he enjoyed that or not, there’s a gang of eyes on him now and he can’t let anyone know he’s a freak-ass-weirdo so he frowns and exclaims, “What the hel- Ack!”
Jeongguk hadn’t noticed the proximity before he looked up to the other, but he now noticed that he was eye to eye with Jimin’s crotch area now that the cheerleader was standing. And he’s hard.
Real hard.
And fucking huge.
Jeongguk can feel the way his mouth hangs open in shock. Even clothed, he knows that the cheer captain is bigger than him and he is already longer than your average male.
“Oh silly me.” Jimin giggles innocently as he (without taking a step back to put a respectable amount of space between the two) reaches a hand into his skirt to readjust himself. Tucking his humungous erection into the waistband and walking off, disappearing into the crowd of partygoers and leaving Jeongguk reeling with this new information.
Well, his pride is hit, but thank god he is a strict top and Jimin a bottom (yes, he assumed this, but how often is he wrong? Look at the ass on that guy!). He couldn't imagine taking a third leg like that up the ass.
He finally gathers his senses, starting off by shooing away the staring crowd with petty insults, throwing away that damned solo cup, ducking into the nearest bathroom to wipe his lower half before the stains dried, and finally heading upstairs after his hyung…ie.