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Jimin's eyes twitched ever so slightly as he stared at the girl seated across from him. They had only been on this date for about ten minutes and she had already twirled her hair around her finger at least 100 times.

That's once thing Jimin never understood about girls. Why the hell did they feel the need to touch their hair so much when in the presence of a guy. It just made no sense.

"So, you two are musicians?" The girl who was there for Taehyung asks, glancing over at Jimin with a sweet smile. Already, she seemed as if she were more interested in their career then them themselves.

The topic of the table was about their group, nothing else. It's as if that's all the two girls cared about. It just didn't sit well with Jimin and he couldn't help but wish he was anywhere but here.

"We are!" Taehyung says, flashing a smile at his date while Jimin on the other hand didn't even want to look up from his hands that were placed neatly in his lap. He didn't want to have to talk to the girl sitting across from him.

"It must be fun, right?" The other girl asks, her eyes on Jimin. Jimin bit the inside of his cheek before looking up, his eyes meeting her deep brown ones. "Yeah, it's fun." Jimin says, his normal cheerful self no where to be found.

Taehyung must have noticed that because he placed his hand on Jimin's shoulder, squeezing slightly. "Are you feeling alright? You seem out of it." Taehyung says, causing the two girls to look at him too.

Jimin didn't want all of this attention, not from them. There was only one person he wanted the attention from and he sure as hell wasn't going to get it anytime soon. Well, or ever for that matter.

"I feel a bit sick. Maybe I should go." Jimin lies, making a face so that it's more believable. "Awe, Okay." Taehyung frowns, patting his friends shoulder before pulling his hand away.

"I'm sorry." Jimin bows as he stands and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair. "Don't worry about it, feel better." Taehyung says and Jimin bows to the two girls before hurrying towards the door.

Once Jimin got outside he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. It just felt good to get away from the praying eyes of the girls. Besides, it's not like he was interested anyway. That being because they weren't guys.

As Jimin made his way home he thought back on earlier that day. He thought about Yoongi. Jimin just couldn't seem to wrap his head around how Yoongi could be so interested in him when he wanted sex then act like Jimin didn't exist when they were done.

It was mind boggling and beyond frustrating. I mean come on, it's not like Jimin was ugly. In fact, he was beyond sexy and adorable. He just wished Yoongi would acknowledge that.

I guess it was fair to say that Jimin had his eyes on Yoongi specifically. Even if he didn't expect to date Yoongi, he still wanted all of his attention which he knew wouldn't ever be possible.

That's just not how he and Yoongi were. They were strictly friends with benefits and they wouldn't even be just friends, Yoongi made that very clearly by the way he acted.

He only ever talked to Jimin outside of sex when they were doing their work around the fans. Yoongi only did that because he didn't want the fans to think the two of them didn't like each other.

Basically, Yoongi put up a fake lie. He made fans think they were friends when really, Yoongi never even said a word to Jimin aside from "Hey, let's fuck."

Finally, Jimin arrived at the dorm, shoulders slumped as he made his way inside. Luckily, no one was in the living room, meaning he wouldn't have to explain why he was home.

As Jimin made his way towards his bedroom his eyes wandered off to Yoongi's studio door. He wondered if Yoongi was inside and if he was, what was he doing?

Shaking the thought, Jimin finally made it to his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Today was draining in more ways than one. Not only was he tired from sex but also from putting on a fake smile at the date.

Jimin hated having to feel sulky but it seemed as if nothing was going to change that. It's not like he had a boyfriend to be with and be happy about. He was completely alone in that factor. Honestly, he thought he might just die alone.

"You're home early." A voice says, pulling Jimin from his thoughts. Looking up, he spots his roommate Hoseok entering the room with a slightly confused and curious look on his face.

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling well." Jimin lies, trying to play it off as the truth so he wouldn't be questioned. Hoseok simply nods before walking over to his bed and sitting down.

"How was it? Were the girls hot?" Hoseok asks as he looks over at Jimin. "Uh, sure." Jimin says, his voice sounding unsure. "Sure? So they weren't?" The older male asks, his head tilted to the side.

Jimin simply shrugs, knowing that if he called them pretty or beautiful Hoseok May take it the wrong way and he didn't want that. Honestly, the girls were cute but Jimin just wasn't attracted to them, for obvious reasons.

As Jimin sat there, lost in his thoughts, the bedroom door opened once again. "What's The Netflix password? What's the point of all of the computers on my studio if I can't get into Netflix." Yoongi complains, walking into the bedroom.

Jimin snaps out of his daydream, his eyes landing on Yoongi. A lump instantly forms in his throat at the sight of him. "I thought you were already logged in?" Hoseok asks, sighing as he looks up at Yoongi as if his presence was bothering him.

"Yeah but it kicked me out. So what is it?" The oldest of the three asks, tapping his foot impatiently against the ground. "Jimin knows it. Have him help you." Hoseok says, shooing Yoongi away.

Jimin's eyes widen slightly at the mention of his name. "If you know it then come help me." Yoongi's voice pierces his ears. The sudden interaction made his heart launch forward in his chest.

"I- uh-" Jimin was stumbling over his words, his face heating at his own embarrassment. "Come on, Stop wasting time." Yoongi says, grabbing Jimin's arm, pulling him up.

Without giving Jimin anytime to respond to his words, he began pulling Jimin towards his studio. The smaller male could feel his heart pounding against his chest.

The only thing in his head in that moment was "Fuck."

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"What is the password?" Yoongi asks, releasing Jimin's arm once they get inside his studio. Jimin pulled his lips in before walking over to Yoongi's computer to type in the password.

He could feel Yoongi's eyes on him as he shifted in his spot. Yoongi grinned as he watched Jimin's ass when he bent over to type on the keyboard that was laying on the desk.

The same desk that the two of them had fucked on just a couple of hours before. The thought had Yoongi turned on all over again. So of course, he made his way over to Jimin after Swiftly swinging the door shut.

Jimin gasped as Yoongi grabbed Jimin's hips from behind, pulling them roughly into his crouch. "What are you doing?" Jimin asks, going to turn around, only to have his body pushed back down by Yoongi.

"You can't just come in here flaunting that ass of yours without expecting me to get horny." Yoongi says, his voice deep and raspy, sending as shiver down the youngers spine.

"Yoongi, I-" but Jimin couldn't seem to find the words, his mind becoming fuzzy because of Yoongi's touch. "You what, baby boy? You want me to fuck You again? You're needy, huh?" Yoongi asks through his teeth.

"No, I want you to let go." Jimin says, suddenly finding the courage to stand up to Yoongi. Taken back, Yoongi slowly released his grip on Jimin. Finally able to move again, Jimin stood upright.

"What has gotten into you? What's with the sudden attitude?" Yoongi asks, an unamused look on his face as his eyes board into Jimin's. "I don't have an attitude." Jimin retorts, just as confident.

"You know I don't like when you talk back to me. Do you want me to get angry, Jimin?" The dark haired male asks as he looks down at Jimin with dark eyes. Jimin's gulped, his confidence withering away.

"Do you want to be punished?" Yoongi asks, knowing that Jimin wouldn't fight him on it. He knew Jimin didn't want to get on Yoongi's bad side. He had tried so hard to stay off of it thus far.

"No.." Jimin says, looking down. Yoongi grabs Jimin's chin, turning his head upwards to face him. "No what?" Yoongi asks, waiting for Jimin to tell him what he wanted to hear. "No, Daddy." Jimin mumbled, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Pleased, Yoongi let go of Jimin's chin and let his hand fall to his side. "Now get out." Yoongi says, turning his attention to the screen that now had many showed pulled up on Netflix.

Jimin watched as Yoongi went back to completely ignoring him. He felt angry and upset as he watched the back of Yoongi's head, glaring daggers at it. As much as he tried to get over it, he knew he'd never win against Yoongi.

Turning on his heels, Jimin headed back to his room where he found Hoseok passed out on the bed. Sighing, the small blonde haired boy sat down on his bed and stared up at the cream colored ceiling.

Jimin was feeling so many different emotions. Most of all, he felt humiliated. He always let Yoongi get to him, even when he knew this didn't bother Yoongi at all. He knew Yoongi couldn't care less about him and that's what irritated him.

He really was just a toy to Yoongi. Something Yoongi could mess around with whenever he found it necessary. Yet even though Jimin knew he could just simply end things with Yoongi, he never would.

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