Jimin twisted the spoon in his hand, playing with the mush which was disguising as soup. The canteen was eerily quiet even though it was full of people. Boys were littering the tables, munching on the almost inedible food. His head was hung low, chin resting softly on his palm.

"You should eat something Jimin, you haven't had a single thing." Jungkook placed his own bowl down, taking the seat beside him.

"This isn't food though, look at it! It's disgusting, how do they expect us to eat this shit." Jimin picked up a spoon full of the brown glob, it drops back down into his bowl with a thud.

Jungkook laughs, somehow finding whatever Jimin did adorable even with the profanities. Even though they've only just meet, Jungkook couldn't deny this connection, this pull he felt towards him. It was the first time in a long time he's felt happy, like he could truly be himself even in a cruel place such as this.

"Just eat it, I promise you you'll survive. I've been eating this crap for months and I'm fine." Jungkook subtly moved his large hand to gently caress his thigh which hid under the table.

Jimin smiles at the boldness of him, enjoying how Jungkook's confidence seemed to be growing the longer they spent together. But then he frowns when he realises how long Jungkook has been here, he didn't think it was that long.

"How long have you been here Kook?" Jimin softly asked, eyes gazing into Jungkook's dark ones.

Jungkook unconsciously squeezes Jimin's thigh, a bunny grin lacing his lips at the nickname Jimin suddenly made for him.

"Almost two months, you're the first roommate I've had." Jungkook takes a spoonful of the deformity which was his food, stuffing his cheeks full of it.

"Shit Seriously? That's fucking ages." Jimin gaped at him, he couldn't imagine lasting a single month in this place.

Jungkook just nods, chewing the lukewarm sludge in his mouth. He'd been sent here a few months after his sixteenth birthday, what a birthday present this was.

"You know you swear a lot right?" Jungkook spoke cheekily, hand still firmly resting on his thigh.

"It's my way of expressing myself, rebelling against societies rule that try and tell me what to say and what not too." Jimin shrugs, having grown used to Jungkook's warmth on his thigh.

Jungkook smiles at that, Jimin was just full of surprises, making him fall deeper into his alluring trap. While they were enjoying their little alone time it's ruined when a bowl is slammed down on the table causing them to both jump.

"Hey Jungkook! Whose this?" A slender, milky brown haired boy sat down opposite them, a stunning smile tied to those thin lips.

"Hey Tae, this is Jimin he's new here." Jungkook retracted his hand from Jimin's thigh, not wanting to draw attention to the fact he was practically groping Jimin right in front of everyone.

"How ya doing?" Jimin gives him a small salute, still not having taken a single bite of his dinner.

Tae's eyes take in Jimin's appearance, a flirtatious grin shines on those luxurious lips. Even in this nightmare of a place couldn't crush Tae's vibrant spirit.

"Nice to meet you Jimin, word to the wise if you ever need anything I'm just across the hall." He winks cheekily at him, Jimin laughs at his antics whereas Jungkook couldn't help but feel a slight swelling of jealousy boil inside him.

But before it could grow anymore two more people join the table, one beside Tae and the other sliding in the small gap next to Jimin. The one that sat rather to close to Jimin for Jungkook's liking kept staring at him, his eyes raking over Jimin.

"Hey you're the dude who stuck it to that asshole doctor right?" Jimin glances to him, nodding his head, the man displays his gummy smile. "That was awesome! The names Yoongi."

"Jimin." He smiles back, immediately taking a liking to the white haired boy.

"I'm Namjoon, pleasure to meet you." The man opposite him spoke up, pushing back his thick black glasses.

Jimin to his surprise got on with everyone on their table, liking the fact they all felt the same way about this place. None of them wanted to be here, all agreeing they'd like being gay and nothing would change that. He became found of Tae as he refused to hide his bold personality.

Soon it was time for lights out, they all had to head back to their respective rooms. Tae and Yoongi shared a room that sat directly opposite them, while Namjoon was the next hall over with some overly shy boy called Simon who from what Namjoon said is starting to believe the heartless words this place digs into them. He cries almost every night, praying to god for forgiveness, to be repented from this sin of homosexuality.

Jungkook laid in his bed, wide awake as his brain continued to flutter with thoughts. His mind would linger to the small boy that lay just a few feet away. His eyes every so often drifted to him, catching what appeared to be a sleeping Jimin coaxed in his duvet. He so desperately wanted to beside him, be wrapped up in his warm blanket, feeling his hot skin rubbing against his own. Somehow after barely a day Jimin has managed to block his thoughts, taint his dreams with filthy fantasies he wished could come true.

He groans in his bed, unable to stay still, shuffling around making his bed creak with each slight movement. His teenage hormones were seeming to kick in, Jimin activating the horniness he hasn't felt since he came here. As he begins to subtly grind himself into his mattress he suddenly feels a dip in his bed, icy cold hands slide around his waist.

"You move to much." Jimin's groggy voice slices the silent air, his breath prickling the back of his neck.

"You can't be in my bed Jimin, they come check on us." Jungkook whispered timidly, his breathing shallow as his body heats up with having Jimin's so close to him.

Jimin doesn't reply, knowing the problem Jungkook was having as he was dealing with the same issue. The little intimate moment they had early kept replaying in his mind and Jungkook's groping at the dinner table didn't help matters.

"It will be okay Kook, I'll be quick." Jimin slides his hand down the side of his waist, sneaking under his baggy shorts which didn't hide much to the imagination.

Jungkook's breath hitches when he felt his delicate fingers brush of his steamy flesh, gently wrapping his fingers around his thick cock. It was barely hard but Jimin soon fixed that, his thumb sliding teasingly over his tip, pressing down hard sending shockwaves through Jungkook's sensitive body.

"Ah-ah!" Jungkook bit down desperately on his lower lip, his hands clingy onto his sheets.

Jimin softly places his wet lips on the back of his neck, careful not to leave marks as he knew it would get him into trouble. He runs his small hand up and down Jungkook's growing erection, feeling Jungkook start to tense under his erotic touch.

"Is this okay? Do you like it kook?" Jimin's seductive voice only turned him on more, making him twitch uncontrollably.

Jimin begins to slide his hand faster, thumb tracing his slit, growing wet with Jungkook's warm precum. He plays with it, circling it around to add some lubrication.

"Ah Jimi-ah yes-keep going." Jungkook's mouth hung wide, his pupils dilating, breathing catching, drool soaking his pillow.

This edges Jimin on, encouraging him to keeping going, go faster with his stroking. His lips soothingly leave kisses on his skin, wetting his neck and exposed shoulder. He lightly squeezes the tip of his throbbing cock, earning a choked cry to escape Jungkook's swollen lips from how aggressively he was biting them.

"Ah-ahhh Jimin." Jungkook shuts his eyes, pleasure pulsating from his reddening cock that was only swelling as his climax nears.

It felt electrifying, Jimin jerked him so skilfully, flicking his wrists just right that it sent him bawling, tears sting his eyes from the delicious sensation. His nails dug into the sheets, using it as support when waves of pleasure continued to pulsate through him. His balls were swollen, aching, needing to feel the sweet relief of his orgasm.

"Are you close Kook-ah?" Jimin's voice barely breaks through Jungkook's haze, he was to lost in his pleasure, the ecstasy Jimin was causing him.

Jungkook tries desperately to speak, respond but it only comes out as breathless moans. His chest raising at a unsteady pace, clutching the sheets even harder in preparation. He could feel his throbbing cock twitch in Jimin's delicate hand, more precum spilling out onto his palm.

"Ah yes-I'm close! Jimin plea-se Don't stop." He sounded desperate, wining like a child but he didn't care, he needed this, wanted this so badly.

Jimin pumps him harder, his free hand going to grope his greedy ass, himself groaning at how full it felt in his tiny hand. Jungkook shudders, loving how Jimin roughly squeezes his ass, subtly spreading his cheeks. His eyes roll back, cock pink, throbbing in Jimin's hold. His toes curl, feeling the familiar twist in his stomach hinting at him he was about to burst.

"Jimin ah-I'm goin." He bites his pillow, weakly trying to muffle his moans as he came onto Jimin's skilled hand, soaking it in his warm fluids.

Jimin milks him out, letting him glorify his orgasm before removing his grip. Jungkook twitches slightly, his head still in the clouds. He faintly feels Jimin delicately kiss just under his ear, whisper soft nothings. His breathing slowly returns to normal, eyes no longer clogged in a haze.

"That-was amazing." Jungkook chokes through heavy breaths, a shy smile lacing his lips.

"It was Kook..-shame it wasn't real." Jimin's voice suddenly fades, Jungkook flicks his head to him in confusion.

"What?"

Jungkook jolts awake, panting, hot and sticky with the sheets damp. He looks around the room in shock, locking on Jimin's sleeping figure that still laid in his own bed meters away from his. His fingers run through his hair, sighing deeply, realising it was a wet dream, a fucking wet dream.

His eyes stay on Jimin, wondering what it would really feel like if they actually did it. If Jimin's hand really did stroke his hard erection, lips gently kiss the softness of his neck. How he badly wanted that but knew would never happen, not here, not while they were trapped in this nightmare of a place.

With one last aching glance he lays back down, letting his filthy dreams take him again, let him relive the fantasy he knew would probably never happen; Though he hoped it would.

........
Don't mind me, I'll just go have a cold shower to cool myself off. That was one hot steamy session🥵

Love you my psycho bunnies 🐰