Jimin focus

Only two weeks were left until they would reach Earth and a nervous anticipation clung to the ship. Conversations easily got aggressive, the gym and the gun range were used frequently, nervous legs bounced under the kitchen table and Taehyung's requests for fun facts were turned down most of the time. It was nerve-wracking.

"Change partners!" Hoseok's voice shouted over the music.

They were having combat training again, and since last week they always did the whole program, not just the chokes and handles. So, when Taehyung nodded at Jimin and they paired up for the next round, they first circled each other to find a weak spot. In a sudden movement, the V grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to place his other big hand in Jimin's nape. Jimin ducked the grip and yanked away his wrist.

This game of grabbing and pulling away continued for some time until Jimin decided to go for the taller man's leg and bring him down. He snapped forward to grab the muscular thigh and make the pilot fall over the foot he placed behind the other leg, but to his dismay, the V slung his arm around his neck and pulled him after him.

Strong legs slung around his torso and his head felt like it was crunched in the small gap under the pilot's armpit. But still he tried to guard his neck by pushing his chin down and closed his eyes to concentrate solely on his body. Then he searched for the other's throat to press the side of his hand onto the windpipe and came to his feet to lift his ass into the air and get some extra pressure on the hand that attacked the pilot's air supply.

Taehyung's grip did not falter a bit. Instead he felt the embrace of the other's legs around his waist loosen and a kick against one of his shins together with a push that made him fall to the side and enabled Taehyung to get on top of him. His lower back was pressed to the ground by the taller man's body weight and then he felt the V lifting his upper body to tighten the pull on his neck to a spine-breaking tension in his nape. He knew he had lost. This kind of front headlock simply was nasty.

Erratically, he tapped against Taehyung's side to admit defeat.

The V chuckled lowly when he let go of his head and looked down to him. Taehyung was enjoying this way too much for Jimin's liking, but caged underneath the taller, he could do less than nothing against that smug smile on the attractive face. Well, nothing that contained combat tricks.

But why should he not try using his charms when Yoongi used his abilities as well? After all, in a battle everything was allowed. But before he could do anything, Hoseok ended the training, and Taehyung stood up, holding out a hand for him. But he wanted to know how Taehyung had done it. Against Hoseok he would have come free with the choking method.

"Can you show me the trick you just did?" he asked the pilot while everyone else was heading to the showers. "The one where you kicked my shin and turned us around." It was not seldom that two or three crewmembers stayed longer to explain some move they had used during a fight. Jimin enjoyed those little private lessons of Jungkook or Taehyung because he learned much more interesting and complicated things than in the normal training.

"Okay," Taehyung said delighted and nodded crouching down again.

He gestured him to follow and when he had slung his legs around Jimin's waist again -this time without having his head under the arm, therefore arms pressing the smaller against his chest- he told him to lift up his ass just like before. Jimin did and waited, chin on his teacher's sternum.

"I'll do it slowly," the pilot said and waited for him to nod.

Then Jimin could feel how the grip loosened like before and Taehyung slid down. But for some reason it was not the kick he felt next, but Taehyung's foot that pressed against the inside of his right thigh.

"You have to hook your foot into here," the V explained and pressed the top of his foot harder against the inner thigh, "And then you kick off the other leg's shin and give the hooked leg a push."

Jimin felt the kick against his shin and in the next moment they were turned around again. For a moment his head was squished between the floor and Taehyung's chest, but then the other sat up on his stomach.

"That was fast," he stated confused and looked up into the face that seemed to ask if he had understood.

"You can't get enough, Minie, can you?" the doc's voice asked and Jimin had to bend his neck back to look at the hazel-haired walking past with Namjoon and Hoseok in tow.

He grinned. "I'm small. I need to know some more tricks to win," he said.

The doc chuckled.

"Can you show me again?" he asked Taehyung when the others walked away.

Taehyung nodded and got off him.

"We'll start differently," he said and gestured him to kneel in front of him. Jimin obeyed and waited for instructions. But instead of getting one, the V just hooked both feet under his thighs and pulled him onto his chest.

"Wow," Jimin blurted when he had the feeling as if his lower half was flying. When Taehyung pushed up his shoulders as well and practically made him hover above the taller, he chuckled amazed. This felt like the airplane game his dad had played with him when he had been a toddler.

The V began to talk while holding him up. "You can stem any other opponent with this method. And to turn the positions around, you just have to give one of the sides a push and roll after him." Taehyung slowly lifted and lowered his right side to show what he meant. "If you push hard enough, the power from your push will make you roll after the other and you'll automatically land on his stomach."

Jimin nodded.

Then Taehyung did what he had explained, and for a moment Jimin felt like flying. Then the pilot sat on his stomach again.

"Now you," the V said and got off.

Jimin nodded eagerly. Those private lessons were great.

Taehyung kneeled in front of him and he hooked his feet under the muscular thighs and pulled the other onto him. Then he stemmed up the shoulders. It was ridiculously easy though Taehyung must weight way more than him.

"Oh, you show him the roll?" Jungkook's voice suddenly asked.

Again, Jimin tilted his head back. The raven and Yoongi stood there and watched interested.

"Yup," Taehyung answered with a wide grin and a little pressed because he had to tense his whole body to not hang up there like a potato bag.

"Show us, Jimin," the raven soldier demanded curiously.

"It's my first time," Jimin said before he tried to recall what the V had done. He tried slowly pushing up one side like the pilot had done, then he gave the taller a hard and fast push and made him fly to his right. He just did not roll after him, so now they both lied on their back next to each other. It did not seem to be as easy as expected.

Jungkook and Yoongi chuckled. "Try to imitate a reverse roll over the shoulder when you push him off," the raven suggested helpfully and then the two walked away as well.

"And again," Taehyung said amused. "This is the normal problem in the beginning. The power for the push has to come out of your back, not your leg."

Jimin nodded and sighed. But this was how training was like; and endless cycle of trial and error.

For half an hour they trained the move, and finally Jimin was able to land on Taehyung stomach when he pushed him to the side. Even if it still was not perfect. But the V said that the problem with following would be solved by the head of the opponent that would pull him after the other.

So, they evolved to doing the move with the pilot's head under his arm. To not stress him too much at once, the taller placed his hand next to his head instead of on his windpipe, but it still was damn exhausting. Breathing heavily, he hooked his foot under his teacher's thigh like he had done about a thousand times by now and kicked against the other shin. But instead of pushing him off, Taehyung collapsed on top of him and began to chuckle under his armpit.

Jimin groaned. "What did I do wrong?" he asked and let go of the V's head.

"You first have to give the push, then the kick," the pilot explained and stuck his head back under his armpit.

And they did it again, and again, and again... until Jimin finally made it. With big eyes he sat on the taller man's stomach and let go of the head. He had succeeded.

"Why did you let go of my head?" the V asked confused and amused.

"Oh." Right, he was supposed to keep that under his arm and make his opponent give up.

And they did it again. But now that he was able to do the roll, he succeeded much faster. The next try was the perfect one.

Frantically, Taehyung tapped against his side to show defeat.

They both breathed heavily from the one more hour of training.

"You did it!" Taehyung cheered with sparkling eyes. "Wanna have a real fight for closure?"

Motivated by his success, Jimin nodded and got up. He knew that if he wanted to try his new move, he would have to wait until Taehyung attacked his legs, so he patiently played the game of grabbing and pulling away.

Then the V snapped forward and caught his leg, so he caught his head in return and let himself fall on his back like learned. Now there was a hand at his throat and it made the attack much more difficult, but still he loosened his leg's grip around the waist and slid down.

But before he could even think of hooking his foot under the right place, Taehyung kneeled on the hooking leg and pressed his knuckled into the soft inner thigh. Groaning from pain, he loosened the grip around the head under his arm and the pilot slipped free and sat on his stomach, hand still around his throat.

Jimin was frustrated.

"Never be predictable," the V said with a smug smirk.

"You're unfair," Jimin growled. His good mood faltered.

He hated the satisfied expression on the taller man's face. He would never be able to succeed against him. Not with martial arts tricks, at least. But maybe... The idea from before pushed into his mind again, and before he could think this through, he unleashed his Charmer nature and the smile on the tanned face instantly was replaced by shock and then by lust. But his plan was fast to backfire when Taehyung leaned down and he felt the pilot's thigh between his legs grinding over his clothed member.

"Jimin, stop this!" the taller growled into his ear while his body acted completely opposite to his words.

The V's crotch kept grinding on his hip and the strong hand around his neck tightened its grip to force his head up.

"Please, Jimin," Taehyung whined before he began to suck on his earlobe, and suddenly Jimin felt almighty. It was a fantastic feeling combined with the sparks of sensation from between his legs and a soft moan slipped from his lips.

Greedy for more, he moved his hips against the weight that pressed on his crotch and buried his hand in the sweaty ash-brown strands. The pilot moaned and shifted his weight to slip between his legs and grind their erections against each other. Shit, this felt so good.

"Faster," he groaned into the echoing room, and Taehyung obeyed. Of course, he obeyed; he had no other choice. Jimin grinned, high on adrenaline and the feeling of absolute control.

The V's words were the only thing he could not control. "Stop this madness," Taehyung groaned horny, obviously trying to break the spell.

But the only thing Jimin could think of was the exciting lightheadedness that came with the tight grip around his throat and how his cock throbbed between their hot bodies. He wanted those teasing lips on his like he had never wanted anything before. And like his longing intensified the pull, their lips crashed, and Taehyung's weight pressed him down harder. The moans were no longer subtle when the pilot let his hand slide under his back to push their lower halves even closer.

Jimin clawed the taller man's ass and his hips thrusted forwards like his lower half was on autopilot. He no longer cared if anyone could hear them and let all the moans and whines slip from his lips carelessly. He wanted to be taken, wanted to be fucked into oblivion, driven by the horniness that clouded his brain.

But the V forced himself off him with all might and looked at him in pure agony. Tears were running down the beautiful face and sobs were shaking the muscular frame.

And that was what slapped Jimin out of his daze.

"No," he whispered and his power over Taehyung crumbled down.

Like he had run a marathon, the V trembled heavily and breathed fast and flat.

"I trusted you," the deep voice said weakly and followed by a sob. "But y-you just use me like a toy."

With that the taller stood up shakily and stumbled out of the room, leaving Jimin to his shock. He had done it again. Taehyung had forgiven him so generously the first time, but he had done it again. He had forced himself upon a friend in the worst possible way. With disgust he felt his cock throbbing between his legs.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled his knees to his chest. His sobs echoed through the empty room.

He was such a pathetic troublemaker.

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