The final bell rang, indicating the end of a long, dragging school day. The hallways flooded with students rushing toward the exit to get to their respective vehicles or the buses. Rather than fight the rambunctious crowds of teenagers, Jimin and Jungkook chose to wait an additional five minutes before leaving their classroom as they did almost every school day.

Being about halfway through his pregnancy made Jungkook more tired and cranky, so avoiding the rude stares and the obstacles of the other students was necessary.

With being so far along, it also made Jungkook much more likely to agree when Jimin nonchalantly asked, "Want to go buy snacks?" He'd never say no to snacks, especially not after a grueling day of classes. His stomach growled at the question.

The boys walked side by side on the sidewalk, their shoulders occasionally brushing. Luckily, the walk from the school to the convenience store wasn't too long, but the pregnant male still seemed to be huffing a bit from the trek.

Jimin glanced down at Jungkook's more prominent baby bump and puckered his lips in a small pout. "How's pregnant life?"

Jungkook snorted. "You want all the dirty details?"

"It can't be that bad," Jimin tried to pass it off.

"Oh, trust me it can," Jungkook assured, rubbing his tummy. "The only reason I'm walking with you right now is because the snacks are the light at the end of the tunnel. My feet are starting to swell which only enhances the consistent back pain I have. I feel tired all of the time. This child makes me crave disgusting things then makes me throw it up. I'm hornier than I've ever been." Jimin scrunched his nose at that. "I have crazy heartburn that makes me belch. And I currently have a raging rash on the underside of my belly that I'm having to rub cream on twice a day. It's a joy."

Jimin remained quiet, probably feeling sympathetic toward his younger friend. Pregnancy sounded terrible.

"But hey," Jungkook added, "It's a baby that comes out of it. I feel like I'm doing a good thing by having this baby. Hoseok hyung and his wife can't have a baby of their own, so I'm glad that I'm able to help, even if it's destroying my body. You don't want to know about symptoms after birth."

The blonde didn't push any further, now wearing a full grimace. He didn't want to imagine the horrors that Jungkook will have to face when that time comes.

"Ooohh! I want chocolate covered pretzels." Jungkook rubbed his hands together in excitement when they stepped foot in the convenience store. "Or maybe gummy bears. And banana milk!"

The teenage boys wandered through the aisles aimlessly, at least that's what it appeared like. At some point, Jimin separated from Jungkook while the pregnant boy was seemingly distracted by the broad assortment of KitKats, but he noticed when the blonde-haired male disappeared down the personal hygiene section, specifically where the condoms and feminine products were kept.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and wore a knowing smirk. Clearly, this visit to the convenience store was not as sporadic as he had originally thought.

He hurried to grab the rest of his food items, and moved to where Jimin was with the intention to sneak up on him, but unfortunately it didn't work. There's nothing discreet about a large, round pregnant person, especially one as muscular as Jungkook.

The hygiene aisle was located directly in front of the check-out station. Jungkook tried to act as though he was ready to pay, but instead turned toward where Jimin stood. The older had a furrow to his brows as he seemed to be deciding between a couple different options.

"You must have another study session with Mr. Min tonight, don't you?"

Jimin's cheeks turned scarlet red as he quickly hid the packages- presumably condoms- behind his back. The cheerleader was flustered by his friend's words, which was bizarre for him, but he eventually just nodded. "Yeah, in about an hour."

"Do you actually learn anything at these study sessions? You know, other than memorizing the placement of the man's tonsils with your tongue?"

Jungkook laughed as Jimin glared and hissed, "Shut it, Kook!" That only made him laugh even more hysterically. Jimin was starting to regret ever telling him about his and his history teacher's arrangement.

"It's weird to see YOU get flustered. But hey, at least you're being smarter than me and Tae." He tried to glance down at his bump over his armful of snacks for emphasis. "Do you want me to wait for you, or can I go pay for these?"

"No, no. Go ahead. I'll meet you outside." Jimin reassured.

Once the chime on the door indicated Jungkook's departure, Jimin grabbed a couple bags of honey butter chips and approached the cashier, placing all of his items on the counter. The same dreadful woman as always was working it. She slowly scanned each of the items, snickering when she picked up one of the boxes.

As he handed her the money, she chuckled. "You know, it's always safer to swallow."

"Yeah, well I hope you choke." He snatched the bag out of her hand, not hesitating to throw up a middle finger as a kind departing gesture. That woman could be a real bitch.

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With one final thrust, Yoongi came, filling another condom that he had retrieved from Jimin's bedside table. He clenched his eyes shut and let Jimin's name slip from his lips along with a few curses.

Jimin watched in awe at the way his teacher's lips formed into a pout when he was feeling too good from an orgasm. He loved knowing that the man was feeling that good from being inside him. Jimin's walls clenched from overstimulation.

After catching his breath a bit, Yoongi carefully withdrew himself and rolled over, trying to avoid the mess that Jimin had created in between them. He laid on his side, looking Jimin over. The almost eighteen year-old was completely wrecked. His hair was tousled, his lips were swollen, making them plumper than they normally are, and splotches of red and purple formed on his chest where Yoongi was sure no one would see his mouth's artwork.

Jimin whined as Yoongi moved from the bed. He's always clingy after their rendezvous, reaching out with grabby hands.

"We need to get cleaned up," Yoongi chuckled. "You'll hate the feeling when that dries." He pointed toward the mess painted on Jimin's chest and abdomen before carefully removing the condom.

He didn't want to create an even bigger mess.

The younger watched as Yoongi tied the end of the contraceptive and tossed it in the waist bin beside his nightstand. He pulled his eyes away when Yoongi grabbed the package of wipes by the bed. He silently allowed the older male to clean him before he pulled Yoongi back into bed by his wrist.

Yoongi knew that Jimin just wanted cuddles after sex like he always did, and he would be happy to oblige.

They laid peacefully with Jimin's head on Yoongi's bare chest, while Yoongi soothingly rubbed Jimin's scalp with the pads of his fingers. They usually stayed silent during these moments, partially because they knew that their situation was wrong, but like a drug, they knew that they wouldn't be able to stop. They've become addicted.

On occasion, one of them would speak up. "Do you think you're prepared for the quiz on Friday?"

Jimin hummed. "With the study sessions I get, I don't see how I couldn't be." He teased, "What will I receive if I get an A?" He traced a finger over Yoongi's chest.

"Hmm... I guess I'll have to reward you pretty nicely, huh?" Yoongi played along.

"And if I fail, will you punish me?" Jimin bit his lip seductively.

"Don't play with fire, Min," he quipped.

They both giggled together, but the atmosphere quickly turned quiet and tense again. Jimin battled with himself to bring up a specific topic that's been heavy on his mind lately. He just didn't know how to subtly bring it up to the older man. It wasn't something easy to bring up, especially not in their specific situation.

He stilled the hand on Yoongi's chest. "Yoongi hyung..." he spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Yoongi looked down at him and hummed in question.

"After I graduate, do you think we could officially come out as a couple? Like could we really be together, not just as fuck buddies?" Jimin was fully aware of what the grounds of their relationship were, and there was a huge part of himself that longed for them to eventually become something more. His school boy crush and the hots for his history teacher have grown into something much more significant. His feelings were real now.

Jimin couldn't help but frown when the grown man didn't respond right away. Yoongi became stiff, the hand in Jimin's hair freezing. He looked up at Yoongi's features and grew more concerned when the man's lips formed into a straight line, his eyes looking upwards toward the ceiling.

"Please say something..." Jimin pleaded as he pulled away from Yoongi's dead hold. He knew his voice sounded desperate, and it was humiliatingly pitiful.

Yoongi was a careful man, aside from the fact that he's been fooling around with a seventeen-year-old boy, so he was deciphering his words carefully. Jimin was naive and emotional. He cleared his throat, "I think it would have to be a bit after that..."

"How long?" Jimin wondered.

"A year at least... maybe two." There was no sense in lying to Jimin.

The student's eyes widened, and he pushed himself fully upright, away from the man laying in his bed. "That long!?"

Yoongi nodded. "Ideally when you're at least twenty."

Jimin gaped at him, his mouth opening to protest and say that that's ridiculousl, but Yoongi beat him to it.

"It'll look bad, Jimin. People will automatically assume that we had already been together, that it wasn't just some coincidence that we met up a little while after you graduated. You're a highschool student, Jimin. If your parents looked into it and remembered how they had approved of me tutoring you privately, they could press charges. I could end up behind bars and be permanently added to the sex offender list." He was being realistic.

"If I were already eighteen when we had started this, would it be different?" Jimin hoped it would be. He was literally turning eighteen in a week.

Yoongi shook his head. "I maybe wouldn't get arrested, but it would still look bad. I could lose my job."

After Yoongi's explanation, Jimin still needed to know something. "Do you think we will make it until then?" Jimin gulped. "Do you think we will ever be together for real?" His voice trailed off into a whisper at the end. He defensively pulled the sheets over his exposed body since he feared for Yoongi's answer.

The silence that followed was deafening. Yoongi sat up in the bed, sliding his boxers up his pale legs. He faced away while he put his clothes back on because he didn't want to see Jimin's hurt expression when he said, "I can't give you an honest answer that you want to hear."

When he was fully clothed, he returned to where Jimin was, only to leave a soft peck to Jimin's temple, probably to not feel like a total douche for leaving after a hurtful conversation such as that one. But he couldn't look Jimin in the eyes, and he didn't say anything else before he left. This was their reality.

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He wouldn't dare to allow himself to cry this way in front of Yoongi, Jungkook, or anyone else for that matter. But in the privacy of his bathroom, while his parents were still at work, he had no issue letting the sobs convulse his whole body. He could be as loud as he needed, and nobody would know.

Jimin threw the box he had purchased earlier today into the trash and slid down the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms securely around his legs. Jimin found it hard to breath as he tried to gasp in between his sobs, tucking his head between his knees.

He choked on his saliva and started to cough through his cries, and he knew he must look like a disgusting mess right now.

She was right, he should have fucking swallowed.

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Written by squidster97