Bad At Love- Halsey

Jimin was in the bed alone when he woke up the next morning; such a difference to what he was so use to after a night of fucking.

The warm coat of arms use to always await him, along with such loving eyes and a lazy smile from whoever his partner was as if he was some diamond or jewel.

Jimin hated those moments.

He hated waking up to such lovey and caring stares and gently caresses of hands on his bare skin, only because he knew what that came along with.

In want of commitment.

Yeosang has mentioned before that he is a man of commitment now and wants to be tied together with the next person he fucks around with, but seeing him not here actually was like a relief to Jimin.

So it was a mutual understanding that it was just a one time fuck, heat of the moment, that's it.

Not something that will change any of their goals or point of view of each other.

As it should...

Yet as Jimin now sits up on this empty bed, his eyes left gazing at that space beside him and he felt the chills to the small glimpses of memories running his head.

Tough hands.

Heated kisses.

A lot.... Of pleasure. Just a built up tension finally breaking.

Now it's broken, so whatever that was -the heated need and shit- won't be a problem anymore. Then why can't Jimin get it out of his head?

Maybe the memory is too fresh.

He has to keep his mind occupied.

Nothing like breakfast and going to the gym that will hopefully help with.

And witnessing Yeosang continue with his little interrogation of course.

So by forecefully pushing that thought back, Jimin slides off the bed but suddenly yelps and tumbles to his side back against the bed, sinking in his teeth sharply to the striking pain on his lower spine and hips.

Even his legs are fucking trembling by how badly sore they are.

He hasn't felt like this since he was in Cross Country, and that was back in high school.

Fuck...... Guess last night was a bit too much.....

Great, just what Jimin needed to start his day.

The door to the bedroom suddenly opens and Yeosang steps inside as he types away on his phone. When he raised his attention at Jimin, the instant embarrassment was clear on Jimin's cheeks that he can't.... Get up. Not like he's going to mention it.

Well he could walk..... After a few more attempts and practices...

Yeosang looked as though he was expecting Jimin to cuss him out or get up and say something cheeky, but when Jimin only looks away and tries to get up again, he finally understood why he's so quiet.

And he smirks, "Having fun there?"

He's still the same.

Thank fuck, Jimin feared it was going to get weird between them like it always does feel after sex.

Yeosang isn't like other people, Jimin should start keeping that more in mind.

So much more relaxed, Jimin rolls his eyes and slumps his shoulders, "Not my fault you went too aggressive!"

Yeosang is standing in front of him now while holding a bathrobe and throws it to Jimin's face, to which the other only scoffs but puts it around his naked body.

"I don't recall that," Yeosang remarks back sarcastically, "Guess Prince of Sins can't handle lust."

"Still an annoying spawn aren't you?"

"You have some audacity to be this snappy while being-"

Yeosang pauses, making Jimin snap his eyes towards him to see Yeosang looking at his neck with dilated pupils.

Okay, yes? Jimin has pretty collarbones? That ain't new.

Why is he looking so surprised-

Oh...... No......

Please don't-

Jimin curiously raised a hand and gently presses down against the skin above his collarbone, close to the base of his neck.

He flinched.

Ah shit.

"Please tell me that's not a hickey on my neck."

Now trying to bite back a smug grin, Yeosang turns to the drawer to get something, "Not hickey, but hickeys. Plural."

In some other scenario, maybe if Jimin could properly walk and have energy, he would be stomping to the mirror in the bathroom and scream a little. Maybe start fighting with Yeosang and hopefully win by how pissed he is.

He hates having love bites on his skin.

The process of covering it up is just too much.

But as he continues to move his hand around his skin, he feels more discomfort and a bit of strain....

And then he remembered.

"Please tell me your fingerprints from the choking is not marked there."

Yeosang whirls his eyes from the folder he was taking out of the drawers, looking to Jimin's neck to inspection it with a blink to let out an awkward chuckle.

"Must've enjoyed it at the moment but not so much in the aftermath."

Jimin shoots up to his feet to throw hands at him, but instead he almost falls and tumbles to the ground. Thankfully to his reflects he managed to sit back to the bed annoyedly, all the while Yeosang was keeping his eyes on the folder but was twitching a smile.

That's when Jimin realized something weird about Yeosang.

There's turtleneck shirt coating his body, hugging it tightly along with dressed pants and formal shoes. His chocolate brunette hair is even brushed back and away from his face, elegantly showing his soft facial features to make him appear very....... Formal yet intimidating because he looks like a boss.

This is probably the first time Jimin has ever seen Yeosang kook so formal since they've met.

"You're going out?"

"My fathers want me to attend a meeting with them later. Serious family matters," Yeosang says indifferently and puts the folder aside, looking back to Jimin with a grin, "Can you last not doing something stupid without me around?"

Jimin scowls, "I always do something stupid when I'm around you for your information."

For a second Yeosang looked as though he wanted to further comment on that, but he bites his tongue to suppress it, forcing a smile instead before stepping closer towards Jimin and leaning towards his face.

Very..... Very close.

Yeosang studies his eyes, "That could get you in trouble."

"I'm already in trouble," Jimin snaps back almost bitterly, keeping his head high, "Thanks to you."

"You will be even more if you don't stop looking at me like.... That."

"Oh I love threats! Makes me shiver with chills."

"I'm sure it does."

Jimin was wrong.

Very wrong.

The tension is still there.

With Yeosang's face practically towering over his, Jimin sitting on the bed and practically leaning back for space, he felt that thick sexual tension still burning there between them.

Maybe even worse.

Those thoughts of last night began to grow worse in Jimin's head, forcing him to squeeze his legs tightly together to stop the way his dick twitched.

It's almost like trying a slice of cake for the first time, but you like it obvious. You just want more and more of it until you're satisfied.

That's how it feels now.

Jimin wants more, and the scary part is that he doesn't know if he's ever going to feel satisfied.

But he wants to do that again.

Last night to be a repeated thing, not just a one time thing.

The thoughts of Yeosang's want for commitment and desire for something serious stormed Jimin's mind, letting it settle that he's never going to be that type of person that Yeosang needs. The more they start to get into that habit, the more committed Yeosang would start to feel.

Jimin doesn't want to risk that, for either of them.

Yeosang will find someone perfect for him without a doubt, but it's just not Jimin.

So with that strong thought in his mind, Jimin gulps and breaks his gaze with Yeosang to avert it to the wall; brushing away with discomfort he scowls, "So..... Are you not going to help me up to the kitchen or am I just going to have to drag myself there?"

Yeosang was staring at him intensely, but to the sound of Jimin's voice he snaps a bit to reality and turns his attention to put his folder back to the drawer.

"Aw, want to be treated like a princess-"

"Don't you ever call me a princess again," Jimin snarls and pushes himself up to his feet, "Fine, then I'll go by myself."

One step was too wobbly and struck a direct pain to his sore hips. He sucked it up and took another step but that leg was definitely giving out.

Yeosang watches intently amused but a bit worried as Jimin kept taking small steps, but he instantly shot his arms out when Jimin nearly falls forward on the floor.

He was seriously not kidding about dragging himself around.

With a swift movement, Yeosang carried Jimin bridal style in his arms with an irritated expression on his face while Jimin squeaked to the height.

"I didn't mean like this by helping me to the kitchen," Jimin huffs but let's Yeosang carry him either wayfrom the bedroom and across the living room to the open kitchen. Yeosang didn't say anything but he gently puts Jimin down on the barstool and goes around the island to the fridge.

"What do you want?"

And he cooks?

That's hilarious.

Let's not burn the hotel down.

Jimin breaks a chuckle and shakes his head, "I will stick with cereal."

So Yeosang takes out the bowl, pours a shit tone of cereal and milk before turning around and giving it to Jimin. The sight of Jimin's face says it all to the large quantity of cereal in his bowl, his stomach kinda sinking just thinking about finishing it all.

Why the fuck did he pour so much!

"You're very light," Yeosang explains, making Jimin avert his gaze to him to see he's back in his phone, "You haven't been eating well. You'll need the energy in case anything happens."

Jimin could only manage to grimace at him back, "I don't need you to monitor my nutrition."

Yeosang remains quiet as he types on his phone and then stuffs it in his pocket, looking at Jimin stubbornly eating the cereal, "You'll thank me later," And he goes to the living room to get a black blazer laying on the armrest of the couch and puts it on, "I have to go but Woosung will stop by to look out for you, so please don't be reckless while I'm away."

Jimin only forced a strained smile back, that Yeosang clearly knew was fake but he only rolls his eyes and was about to leave, but Jimin clears his throat.

The other turns his head with an eyebrow perked, but Jimin only grins and waves a hand, "Have a great day at work sweetheart!"

That sure pissed him off.

The sarcastic words and Jimin's strained smile was all it took to make Yeosang move towards him, standing in front of him with a monotone face to Jimin's sarcastic smile.

That suddenly was wiped away when Yeosang grips his jaw with his fingers digging against his cheeks and his palm pressing against the base of his throat. Jimin grips his wrist immediately, his eyes now hooded in a challenging stare.

Yeosang only leans to his face, "If I hear that Namjoon stepped foot in here, I'll kill him."

A fierce shiver runs down Jimin's spine, filling it with more of a thrill than fear. It's upsetting to think that this type of world is starting to grow more normal for him, and he's adapting to it pretty quick.

And he likes it.

Well..... To be fair he likes it when it involves Yeosang.

He makes it fun.

So a smirk twitches his lips, "Possessive aren't we?"

"Precautious, don't make yourself too important in my life."

"Ouch I'm hurt," Jimin purrs amusingly, "Or is that your excuse to have me to yourself?"

Yeosang snaps his eyes to Jimin's lips and for a good second Jimin thought he was actually going to kiss him, but instead Yeosang sticks his tongue out and licked Jimin's lips instead. From his bottom lip to the top lip and possessively bites it down.

There's no way Jimin was able to hold back a soft moan from coming out of his throat, feel the heat crawl up his throat in arousing to when Yeosang met his blazing eyes one more time.

And he grins back, "Be a good boy."

Jimin only sent him a wink and Yeosang let's him go before finally leaving the penthouse with a door close behind him, leaving Jimin to think of strategies on how to get up from the barstool after he finishes eating his cereal.

And maybe sort a plan on how to get Woosung to fuck him too.

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A/N:
I just thought of a plan.......

Oh this is going to be very......

Interesting....

Let's get it!

I PURPLE YOU! <333