Strings - Taemin

Jeongguk chokes.

A what?

A hickey?!

Where did that idea even come from!? It's so random!

Jimin could see the clear confusion with hysteria on Jeongguk's face, only sighs with a grimace, "Don't get any ideas, it's not because I like you because I don't," And he clasps his hands behind his back, "I have my own reasons for it, but let's just say it'll serve me as a shield and demonstration of something. It's not a big deal."

Jeongguk still was not understanding it.

So he points to himself, a clear confused expression on his face.

Jimin got it quickly.

"As you can see, I don't have many friends," Jimin chuckles to himself, clearly not an amused laugh, "You're here, right now, and I have ballet practice in a few minutes so you're my last option."

So Jimin wants someone from his ballet practice to see it? He said it's a shield and a demonstration, but to what? With a single hickey?

Wouldn't people ask where he got it from and then he will say-

No, absolutely not.

Immediately Jeongguk shakes his head and moves to walk away, but Jimin grabs his arm with a heavy huff, "It's not like I'll say I'm in a relationship. I won't mention names, just this once."

But Jeongguk is not-

He's never-

And with Jimin-

No!

No no and no!

Once again Jeongguk shakes his head and rips his arm from Jimin's hold, "Heterosexual."

"I know you are," Jimin grunts, rolling his own eyes, "This won't mean you're gay! You're just doing me a favor!"

"Why," Jeongguk mutters, turning to him with arms crossed, "Explain."

Jimin ran out of patience.

He snarls his teeth, rubbing his mess of hair with a rough hand, "You know what, I don't have to give you any explanations, just forget it-"

Why is he so damn stubborn? Just an explanation, that's it!

Jeongguk grabs his shoulder, gently, to stop him from moving past him to leave, "Please."

The intense gaze behind Jimin's eyes was enough, only staring at Jeongguk with nothing but that.

It's clear Jimin is not use to explaining himself often for his actions. From the little attitude and expressions Jimin is giving off, Jeongguk can notice the signs of frustration and small glint of desperation. Something is gearing in his head, something that's making him be like a ticking bomb.

There's something, or someone, he wants to see that mark.

As a shield.... But what kind of shield-

Hm, perhaps someone is bothering him? A mark like that would make anyone stop if they have some sexual desire for him. Knowing Jimin, he is the type to push a person away easily from the first impression, but if the person continues to nag than he will have to go to other certain measures.

Now he also said demonstration. If a hickey gives off the same meaning Jeongguk was initially thinking of, he wants to demonstrate to someone, or more than someone, that he's not theirs..... Or he can be with whoever he wants to be.

Either way, it will be a form of protection to himself.

His identity.

His own personality, from others who wants to get under his skin to show he can be with whoever he wants to be.

The more Jeongguk registers it, the more he understood it. However that doesn't mean he's okay with being the one to do it, either way he doesn't even know how to make one!

Then there's Namjoon; his literal brother. How would he feel about this? His brother doing something like this with his ex? No matter how over it he says he is, he still is attached to Jimin somehow.

This is wrong..... But.... Ah! Jeongguk's mind is definitely way too innocent in this area.

His eyes hesitated as he looks around the room, seeing the windows are closed and that there's not a camera anywhere before looking back to Jimin.

Jimin helped him with Taehyung and Minho, when he didn't even have to. Not sure if that was out of good heart or something, but he still stayed and even saved Jeongguk the trouble by explaining his point of view to them about the situation so it won't make it seem like he's in the wrong.

Would this be a way to pay him back for it? It's not like..... They're having sex or anything, or even kissing,...

No this is stupid. Both of them are professional, they shouldn't be involving personal issues with each other.

So Jeongguk exhales heavily, leaning his head back against the wall, shaking his head-

"Please."

Did he just hear correctly?

His eyes flies open, not believing he even heard that from Jimin. Specifically Jimin, out of everyone.

Damn is it that bad?

When he glances to the ballet dancer, Jimin for the first time ever, is pleading him.

He's so.... Scared.

What is going on?

Jimin suddenly clasps his hands together, blinking his eyes from the glossy burn, "Please..... Look I just.... I can't explain it now and I know you have this whole thing with your brother - You're literally my last resort here. I wouldn't be asking you this is it wasn't the case-"

He's rambling now, horribly.

His panic is practically sky rocketing that even his hands are shaking.

So it seems that bad..... What's going on at that ballet academy?

Various of questions one after the other - Shit, it even started to make Jeongguk frustrated and a little annoyed.

And he doesn't know why specifically, but it's bringing him flashbacks when he was a teenager in high school - begging someone to help him, even if it's the smallest aid.

Break his arm so he wouldn't go to classes.

Burn a cigarette on his skin as an excuse to be dismissed.

The list goes on.

The smallest thing meant he didn't have to face them.

And to have Jimin feel the need to do that same thing.... It made him feel more angry to those who's making him feel that way; insecure and unsafe.

And his anger coated his better judgement.

This one favor won't exactly mean anything, it's just a hickey.

If Jeongguk needs something, Jimin will return the favor.

Despite how tense he is, Jeongguk still tried to relax and twitches a frown, "How?"

Jimin snaps his eyes to him, a bit surprised that Jeongguk actually considered it but clearly hides that fact well. It's obvious Jimin expected to walk out of here empty handed, but Jeongguk still remained with his stern expression to show he's not backing down, and he'll be whatever Jimin needs him to be for the moment.

They're partners. Whatever one lacks or needs guidance, the other will meet half way.

It's safe to assume from Jimin's side that Jeongguk is little experienced, so he probably doesn't know how to do it. Since he's willing to help, Jimin will offer a little guidance.

Thank you Jeongguk.

So, Jimin takes his hand, "Demonstration, then you do it on my neck, got it?"

Jeongguk perks an eyebrow, not saying anything as Jimin leans to the front of his hand, hesitating but then delicately presses his lips against his skin.

An abrupt jolt electrocuted in Jeongguk's body by that simple touch, but Jimin only holds his hand steadily as he presses his lips once again against his skin but this time it followed by something quick and wet.

His tongue.

Gaze now intense, Jeongguk rests more against the wall because his legs were gradually becoming useless. Jimin glances to him, in a way to make sure he's okay, but that didn't do any fucking justice with Jeongguk's mind now thinking of anything but innocent things.

He's just doing him a favor.... Nothing more than a favor. He's not suppose to think more lewd thoughts along with it.

Jimin suddenly grazes his teeth against his skin and bites it down, by now making Jeongguk lose any proper knowledge to anything at that moment. He wanted to move his hand back from time to time, especially by how slightly stung just a bit when Jimin sucks with his tongue grazing over the area.

But he couldn't.

No matter how his mind blared to how wrong this could be, he couldn't find himself able to stop staring at him. It brought him to curiosity this act, studying with his eyes while thinking how people find this arousing. Sure, it's a little... Sexual once it's to the neck? But how is it pleasing? If anything it aches a little.

Even if Jeongguk kept telling himself this over and over, he couldn't stop feeling that light buzz on his arm and painful twitch in his lower abdomen by how Jimin's cheeks would hallowed whenever he would suck his skin.

Is it even pleasing for him?

Well, either way this isn't about pleasing, it's about just a mark and that's it.

Jimin soon pulls away, eying with a snicker to the faint pink mark on Jeongguk's hand between his thumb and index finger that will definitely turn light purple in a few minutes. He didn't go overboard with it either way, so not like it'll stay for long.

"There, demonstration," Jimin says and looks at him before pointing to a spot on his own neck, "Around here is fine but be careful because I can be sensitive - hm."

Jeongguk's fingertips is back to Jimin's lips, his familiar stradegy to silencing him now after last night. It seems to work since Jimin's lips did seal shut, glancing down to Jeongguk's fingertips and back to his stare.

A dark cloud hangs his eyes while Jeongguk's only focus being on Jimin's lips as he studies the way the skin is now a slight swollen pink from it's previous assaults against his hand. He didn't linger it too much on them, because he started to feel a bit nervous by it, so he glances to Jimin's neck - Right around the area he wanted the mark.

His neck is markless, so smooth and tender even through the eyes. His scent - God, that candy scent. A smell that can be scented only through the taste, building a hunger so narcotic with curiosity for a slow lick.

And Jeongguk became alluded to it.

So Jeongguk's hand on Jimin's lips trails down, heavily and leisurely past his jaw with rough fingers to his delicate skin. Every inch he roamed provoked a hitch in Jimin's throat, eyes fluttering with unease.

"J-Jeongguk, I'm sensi-"

"Trust," Jeongguk murmurs hushly, fingers now gliding down the arch of his neck, keeping the soft texture buried in his head as his hand now clasps the side of his neck to keep him steady. A soft noise came out of Jimin's lips, something that Jeongguk couldn't even decipher what it was but it was enough to edge him closer to hear him better.

He seems nervous, that's not a sight that usually comes out often with Jimin.

Jimin gulps, so heavy and thick that even Jeongguk felt it against his thumb gliding the center of his throat, shuttering his breathes, "I just.... Don't be intimate.... You know that's not my... Um... N-Not-"

"Shh," Jeongguk whispers, leaning his head forward, the smell pulling him in, "Jimin."

And his lips found the source of the scent, right to his neck, diving into it carefully as though his skin was made of glass.

Jimin clearly didn't like that.

The ballet dancer grunts annoyedly, "I said to not be intimate!"

Jeongguk eye twitch, followed with a glare to his snap, suddenly tightening his grip on his neck and roughly whirls them around to switch places. The second Jimin's back aggressively bangs against the wall, Jeongguk didn't hold back on biting his skin with a hungering suck to taste the candy against his tongue.

A hoarse shriek this time comes out from Jimin's lips, a hand clawing against Jeongguk's shoulder blade while the other one grips the front of his robe, shocked. Jeongguk holds him still by the neck, the other arm now around his waist so he can stop fucking moving so much while pressing him more against the wall with his own body.

Neither of them expected things to turn out this way, and it seems like the thought to stop did not cross their minds.

Jeongguk was in a trance. A deep one that he didn't even know how to snap out of it. Jimin's skin, his scent, his reaction - it's feeding into a thirsting side he never thought he had before. It's something so uncontrollable and needy that he even snarled possessively when his raw lips drops lower to consume more of this radiating taste, that's alluring and controlling his sense of stability he had.

Jimin's hand on his shoulder tightens and he cranes his neck more to the side, breathing heavily with cheeks flushed red and eyes closed to gather the remains of his loose composure. It wasn't working, he was drowning to the high far too quickly. Jeongguk could feel his body weakening, just by how he kept shifting against him, so he bit him harder.

And he reacted.

A broken and surprised moan definitely reached Jeongguk's ears this time from Jimin, and his entire body froze. Lips still on Jimin's neck, he flutters his eyes open while that noise felt like an echo now by how it didn't leave his head.

It wasn't even how small and quiet it was, Jeongguk still damn well heard it, but how it also made his own body react.

And something else too.

He had to close his eyes, steadying himself to not risk doing something else that his own impulses where driving to do, before letting go of Jimin's skin from his lips and pulls away gently.

Two.

He made two hickeys.

They're small, not so big, but the clear swollen red area definitely are about to become a dark mix of purple and pink soon enough.

Well, mission accomplished-

"Jeongguk," The ravenette rises his attention to Jimin's face, noticing how close he is that he's practically hovering over Jimin with their nose gently grazing each other.

He waited, and waited.

Until Jimin flutters his glittering eyes open, seeing the dark spark in them that felt like another stab to his abdomen.

"Do you want one on your neck too?"

Jeongguk was still dazed to process well what Jimin said, but soon enough let it sink in when Jimin took daring steps towards him as though he just regained charge after Jeongguk sucked it all with his lips.

And Jeongguk soon snapped out of it with eyes on Jimin's lips, stepping back immediately in nerves, "Unnecessary."

Jimin gently tilts his head to the side, "Are you sure?"

No.

Jeongguk nods surely until the back of his knees found the edge of the bed, forcing him to lay back with thankfully his elbows as support while keeping his gaze steady to Jimin.

The man only stops, standing between Jeonggjk's legs now, panting his breaths gently with fists tight on his sides as he stares at the ravenette.

He doesn't make another move, but his eyes does peak to the opening of Jeongguk's robe by his chest, trailing down but snaps his gaze up when he reach mid torso.

He knew if he lingered longer below, he wouldn't have restraint with himself.

It wasn't helping Jeongguk's case the fact that Jimin is still standing there, robe still open to reveal more if his fitted body, with a gaze so intense as though he's attacking Jeongguk with it alone.

He expected Jimin to do something, anything.

But Jimin didn't.

Because Jeongguk opposed to it.

Now contemplated, Jimin's fists evidently squeezes tighter on his side. It took everything in him to tear his gaze to the side, glaring at the pillow instead.

"The second I turn around, there won't be another opportunity. You know this," Jimin bellows, closing his eyes to fight not looking to Jeongguk's doe eyes, "Your call."

Jeongguk breathes heavily, his stomach aching so bad that it reached all the way to his pelvis in such a pulsating thump. This moment is just so sudden and drastic for him, it literally happened out of no where.

He never have thought about giving a hickey to another person, especially a man, ever in his life. Now to receive on purposely, and not just as a demonstration makes it feel even more real. And this man isn't just anyone either, it's his brother's ex.

Which makes this much more complicated than it is.

What the fuck is he doing?

Get a grip!

This is Jimin!

They had a single good night and are on somewhat good terms, that doesn't give it open pass for them to even be like this!

Jeongguk doesn't even like men!

So in clear inability to speak, Jeongguk also turns his head to the side with fists clutching tightly to the bed sheets.

For Namjoon.

This is for Namjoon and for their professionalism. Jeongguk did him a favor out of realization as to why he could possibly need it, it's done from there.

"You made your choice," Jimin lowly mutters, now turning around, "So be it."

Jeongguk didn't react, only kept his gaze hard on the bed sheets as his mind wanders over chaotically in his head. Sure, giving a hickey he can do that but have someone do it on him, no.

Never had it done to him, never wants it done either.

So he despite the temptation, he stayed seated without looking at Jimin. The man only gets dressed quietly, fixing himself up for practice and hauls the duffel bag over his shoulders.

"See you at practice."

And with that he walks out of the room without turning back, slamming the door shut behind him.

Just as Jeongguk grabs the damn pillow and slams it against the wall with all his strength, a deep groan choking out his lips.

What the fuck is he doing?

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A/N:
And so the complications begin :)

yay....

This should be fun...

I PURPLE YOU! <33