Yoongi.

"What took you so long?"

I mumble on his neck, lips skimming over his smooth skin, and my nose getting in a lung full of his wonderful scent. He whines lowly as I press him to me, my hands going past his waist to get a handful of his plush globes. Firm and wonderful, even more impeccable in his tight pants.

"I am sorry, I didn't realize it was so easy to navigate through this huge ass house that I am not familiar with." He lets out sarcastically, chuckling when I growl on his ear, hands yanking back his hair.

He looks way relaxed, calmer than he should be, considering we are in his superiors house, planning to fuck on their home library table. Somehow he just doesn't care, or does but is too thrilled to give a fuck. He has always gotten off at the thought of all of this being secret, always liked the adventure and the hiding that comes with having sex in public, but in hiding at the same time. He likes how good it feels that know no one else knows or that everyone else wonders, while we soar in pleasure in secret. I don't know if that's a kink, or if I have it too, because god knows I love these escaped. 

He purses his lips, his eyes glinting dangerously as I stare back at him. The urge to ravish him is strong, but it's wrong at the same time, knowing well Taehyung likes him. Oh! how I hate that, I hate that of all the people in the world Taehyung had to like this one, the one who doesn't care about anything or anyone other than themselves, he had to like Jimin who doesn't care about anything other than sex.

"What, your gonna kiss me, Min. Getting soft?" He amuses, and I realise for the longest time I have been staring, just staring at his lips. I have never kissed him before, never been one to kiss, or share something as remotely intimate as a peck with someone who isn't more than a hook up to me. Never even had the urge, but recently the temptation with him is great, especially with those plush lips of his.

"Don't get too excited, this isn't anything different." I reply, lifting him effortlessly to put him on desk. He chuckles, his fingers hooking around my belt to draw me closer. "Spoken like a true fuckboy, why don't you dick me down in all your conceited, glory." He amuses again, undoing my zipper, and palming my already hard length. I hate it, I hate his smugness and cockiness, his confidence and how he is able to use that to his advantage.

I hate that Taehyung has fallen into that trap, that like everyone else he has been swayed by the look, the ethereal sexiness and the charming alluring eyes. Seriously, he could fall in love with anyone out there, but he just had to choose Park Jimin, the boy I am fucking, and the boy that is fucking everyone else. He could have better, he could do better, I know for a fact I would make a better boyfriend for him than Jimin ever could...

But at the same time I can't blame him, Jimin knows how to play his games, and innocent Taehyung might not not see who he is. Luckily I can, and I am here to put an end to that, I am not going to allow him to play the younger, not on my watch. Admittedly, this isn't the way to do it, I shouldn't be here getting into his pants while I am trying to pry him off Taehyung at the same time, but like I said the temptation had been too great, perhaps Jimin has me by his claws already, perhaps I have fallen under his spell as well. I just couldn't resist it, couldn't resist wanting to fuck him the moment I saw him in this outfit tonight, and he didn't make it any easier by the way he had been acting too, calling and summoning me with his eyes and body. Maybe he is right about me getting soft, maybe I have actually grown a soft spot for him as well, maybe I actually like him.

Wouldn't that be funny, that I like the one boy Taehyung likes, and one who doesn't like either of us. It would be kind of sad, and heartbreaking for Taehyung, and I am not going to allow that to happen.

I let him unzip my trousers, his little fingers pushing down every piece of clothing, as far as they can go, before wrapping his hands on my erect length. He has always been skilled, with his hand and mouth, and I can't stop the groan that escapes my lips as he strokes me to complete hardness. He chuckles, biting on his lips as he digs his thumb on my slit, playing with the sensitive head almost lazily.

"No teasing you little bitch." I rasp out, pulling him off the desk, to his feet, then face first on the desk. He yelps, but it comes out as a moan, fingers gripping the wood as I grind on his clothed ass. "You wish I was your bitch." He lets out, and somehow I can't deny that, it would be something to come home to his ass every night. Smh.

I decide to leave his white shirt on, yanking down his pants, expecting to see him in his cute boxers, only to be met with the sight of his naked ass, a silver plug with a furry end sticking out off his full entrance. Fuck...fuck he knows how to corner me, he knows how to turn me on even further. It's the surprise, and the unpredictable nature that he has with him that draws and glues me to his side. It's the unexpected things that he does that makes him irresistible, and makes me come back for more every time. My length twitches, and somehow he senses it, turning back with a smirk to look at me.

"Only for your eyes." He teases, licking his lips before handing me a condom from his shirt pocket. It's always with protection, and I know for a fact that he would bluntly say no if that wasn't the case.

Grabbing the fur end of the plug, I pull it out of him slowly, loving the action of how he stretches and clenches on the toy, and the moaning that leaves his lips as it grazes its walls. I can't believe he has been walking around like this, with this sticking in him, grazing his walls with each movement. No wonder he was hard from the very beginning.

The plugs comes off, and I barely give him time to breath as I shove my bigger, covered length into him, not able to resist, with him gaping and clenching around air like that. "Fuuuck, uh, a little warning next time would be appreciated." He drawls out, gripping tightly on the desk, clenching too tight around me.

"Don't act like you don't like it." I immediately pick up pace, holding onto his ass while I drill relentlessly into him. The feeling is heavenly, and I am reminded of why I haven't loosened him like my other hook ups yet. He knows just how to get me on edge, effortlessly really, and is kind of the best ass I have ever had. Fuck, perhaps this is why I don't want Taehyung near him, I would lose this ass. Does that make me a bad friend? Is that so wrong?

When did I even start getting possessive over Park Jimin. He is not mine, and I don't think he would even want to be mine. "Ah, ah, fuck like that." He moans, chocking out when I pull him up, pressing his back to me. His length bounces with each thrust, mouth spilling obscenities as I hit at his deepest walls with the new angle.

Maybe it's the euphoria, or the lingering thought of us still being at a party, and still being at someone's house that nags at me, but I swear I see a shadow, a sort of shade on the numerous books and shelves. It's only for a second before it's gone, but I clamp a hand around Jimin's mouth, holding him tightly to me to keep him still. He seems to catch on, and keeps from squirming, breath heavy as he looks around the dim room as well.

"You saw that?" I whisper behind his year, and he visibly shudders, mumbling something inaudible behind my hand. His breath somehow quickens with each second, knuckles turning white from his grip on the wood. I scan the room once more, just for safety purposes, before letting Jimin free once I deem it safe again. Must have been a shadow from outside.

Back to my initial task, I thrust up once onto Jimin and he shudders, trembling beneath me as he comes untouched. I yank him back by his hair, and I am surprised to see the ethereal, relieved look on his face as he orgasms.

He makes the best fuck faces, and best sounds as he comes, his rim tightening on me as he let's go. Seems like I had been holding at his prostate earlier, and that one thrust, after that wait sent him over the edge. I finish shortly after him, not able to shake off the feeling that someone might been watching, or maybe seen.

The high dies down after, and soon enough the thoughts and regrets about what I am doing start to invade. I am basically betraying Taehyung by doing this. The part where I am trying to protect him by keeping him from Jimin is ok, and I wouldn't feel bad about talking to him or bluntly telling him that Jimin isn't the one, but the one where I fuck with the same Jimin is messed up, I should have just stayed away the moment Taehyung showed interest in him, I should have ceased all connection, and it shouldn't have been hard seeing as Jimin and I are just fuck buddies, we could have buried it and never brought it up. We still can, we could still stop here...

"What's with the face, you didn't like it?" Jimin asks, half joking half serious. He puts on his clothes, ruffling his hair back in place. It just baffles me how casual this always is to him. I guess it always is to me as well, seeing as this isn't foreign to me.

"No."

"No what, you didn't like it or there is nothing wrong with your face?" His voice seems more stern this time, eyes hard at a glance. Somehow I manage to roll my eyes, not appreciating him bugging me, but the gesture is misinterpreted, and his eyes fall, fingers raking over his locks as he looks away.

I did like it, but this isn't exactly the best time to be asking me about how I feel and things like that. He goes quiet as he ties his shoes, fingers somehow shaking as he wipes at his slightly sweaty face.

"Jimin" I try, not exactly fond of the idea that he is mad at me, it shouldn't bother me, seeing as I have never cared about hook ups and where they go or what they do after.

"Maybe next time think twice before hitting me up." He answers, seeming angry and offended as he grabs his clutch, stalking past me. He shouldn't be offended, not the Park Jimin I know at least. This isn't merely anything that I have said or done in the past, and he shouldn't be upset, even if I wouldn't have liked it.

I thought about talking to him on the issue with Taehyung after this, tell him to stay away, or shape up if he wants to be with Taehyung, but there he goes now. There goes my best hook up too.

Way to fuck it up again Yoongi.

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Taehyung.

Stumbling through the hallways, I clamp a hand on my mouth, fighting back the sobs that are threatening to rack over me. It hurts, it hurts so bad. What did I just see, what did I just watch, jesus what cruelty is this. I had only gone looking for Jimin, I had wanted to ask him for a dance, seeing as everyone had a partner, and was dancing along, and because I had wanted to do this with him too.

He had ran this way, and I had followed after him, thinking he was going out to the washrooms, only to see him being tackled by Yoongi, the older squeezing and groping him. I had been so perplexed I had followed them into the library where they had hid, thinking I was either mistaken or had been seeing things, but as clear as day they had been touching each other on that desk, getting naked and all. It had seemed so natural it couldn't have been the first time.

I can't believe it, I can't believe he is hooking up with Yoongi.

I would still be hurt if Jimin was with someone different, I have gotten my hopes up, and it would have still crushed me, but I would have understood, I would have been open enough to accept that. This is betrayal, this out right disrespect. I can't believe Yoongi would do this to me, I literally told him just the other day that I was going to ask Jimin out, why would he do this, he knows I like him.

I leave the house and head away from people and from the partying, to the other side of the house, the garden, covered in flower beds and shadowy trees. I don't want anyone seeing me this way, not my co workers or my friends, or even my brother. I am hurt, and I just want to be alone.

I crouch down to the ground, leaning back on a small tree trunk to control my breathing. Why am I even crying, what did I expect? That someone as beautiful as Jimin would want me? That he would be with me? I can't believe I was going to ask him out tonight, I can't believe I was going to confess.

How would that have ended, with a simple No? No I am seeing someone? No I am seeing and doing your Hyung?

Fuck I am stupid, I am extremely stupid. I should have seen it, should have put together the strings and attached it to this. It all makes sense now, the uneasiness from Yoongi, and the reluctance to react or give advise when I talked about Jimin. I realise now why he wasn't so forth coming with this particular love interest.

Now I am completely mad for another reason, I can't believe he let me get excited, and hit on Jimin while he was seeing him, hooking up, having sex or whatever it is they have. I can't believe he let me get my hopes up for the same guy he is seeing. That's messed up, that's uncool, and Jimin, he led me on as well, surely, he must have had even the remotest of ideas that I liked him, he surely must have picked on something, yet he let me fool myself in front of him, knowing well Yoongi and I are close.

How fucked up is this even, the one person I like has to be the one person Yoongi does too, the one person I work with and is falling for, has to be the one person my Hyung is dating. Why would it be like this, what fucked up stars aligned for me to get this kind of treatment. I don't like this, this pain and hurt, I don't like feeling like this, this familiar helplessness and lack of attachment to myself. But it shouldn't be that hard, I hadn't even told Jimin yet, this could have gone way worse...

My wipe my tears, collecting up and internally scolding myself for being so stupid, so fragile and meek to be crying over something as little as rejection, indirectly, but still....
I make to leave the garden, but I stop in my tracks when my attention is drawn in with sniffling, and unmistakable sobbing, coming just from the flower bed beside me.

Someone is clearly crying, and whoever it is they are clearly pained and are trying to hide it, seeing as they are in a barely lit garden, crouching out against the numerous plants.

Although selfish, it's oddly comforting that someone else is probably crying in hiding like I was, at least I am not the only one sobbing off my sorrows in the dark.

The least I could do is console them, try to comfort them and assure them that they are not alone. I am however not prepared for the sight I meet when I walk closer to the sound, eyes widening when I realise just who I am looking down at. He is seated down on the ground as well, back leaned on a tree and hands wrapped around himself, face buried between his knees.

I know well who it is, not able to mistake him for someone else in his purple velvet jumpsuit. He also has his headset beside him, with his clipboard and his black hat, so it's definitely clear who it is. I want to call out to him but I don't want to invade his privacy. He looks like he needs the help, but might not appreciate my presence at the same time.

I can't just leave him here though, to his thoughts and pain, I know what it's like to be alone, and to be hurting, maybe differently, but the concept is still the same nonetheless. I might be the only thing standing between him and something drastic, so I inch closer, making my presence known. He clears his throat, hurriedly wiping at his eyes, and fumbling with himself when he realizes I am around and I've seen him.

"Sir, Sir Hoseok, are you ok?"