fervor || { jimin/taehyung }
title: fervor
pairing: taehyung/jimin
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 2.6k
warnings: minor kinks
Jimin didn’t know how he ended up in such a compromising position, shoved into the stall of a deceivingly pristine-looking bathroom with his best friend’s lip caught between his teeth, Taehyung’s white blazer and his ridiculous fur coat abandoned on the toilet, his back flat against the wall.
He snaked an arm around Taehyung’s narrow waist, pulling him in, their hips colliding, his other hand buried in Taehyung’s meticulously styled chestnut hair, ruffling it into disarray. Taehyung dragged his fingers over the bumps of Jimin’s bare torso, licking into his mouth as his other hand groped at his ass. They were a suffocating mess of tangled limbs and hot skin, sweat still drying on the nape of Jimin’s neck from his performance, his heart still racing from the adrenaline, the high, the exhilarating feeling of baring himself to the world, but now it was losing control for a whole other reason- one that shot straight down to his groin, almost embarrassingly fast.
"T- Taehyung," he choked out, when the other boy finally pulled away for just a few seconds so they could catch their breath, "if we take too long, they’re gonna know. They’ll come looking for us."
Taehyung pouted lightly, lowering his head to press wet kisses to Jimin’s neck, making his skin tingle. His hand fell further down to toy with the waistband of his underwear, pull on the buckle of his belt, just almost brushing over the visible bulge in those white pants of his that hugged his curves in a way that was practically sinful. “You worry too much, Jiminie,” he murmured into his ear, his voice husky and deep, taking on that tone of pure lust that made Jimin ache, his pants suddenly uncomfortably tight, “but you look so good right now, you’re so pretty. I… want to fuck you so bad.”
Jimin could feel his cheeks heating up, could practically sense the pink dusting across them. “Can’t you keep it in your pants for more than a second?” At this, Taehyung gave his ass a playful squeeze, so Jimin slapped his in revenge, causing Taehyung to jerk forward and rut against him. Taehyung chuckled while Jimin sorted through his regrets, moving down to suck a sloppy hickey into the dip where his shoulder met his neck before Jimin realized what he was doing. “No, don’t-! Great, now they’re all going to know for sure.”
"Don’t think about it too much. You’re getting distracted," he spoke, idly tracing his fingers over the elegant Chinese characters painted down the side of his abs, barely comprehending their meaning.
"Oh believe me, I’m very distracted right now.”
The taller boy smiled cutely at Jimin’s snappy response, sliding the hand that ghosted over Jimin’s groin down to his inner thigh, massaging the solid flesh there. Jimin took in a sharp breath, pink tongue caught between pinker lips as he stared at Taehyung’s hand, watching it work its way up and down his thigh, always creeping so close but never quite touching the mound between his legs. Jimin’s hand fell from Taehyung’s shock of dark hair down to grip his shoulder, his other hand resting on Taehyung’s hip. Taehyung was teasing him to the ends of the earth and back; he knew this, and yet, it still felt so good. The thin layer of material separating Taehyung’s warm palm and the burning hot skin of his leg was too much, and so he moved his hands from Taehyung’s body to his belt, uncoordinated and shaky with Taehyung’s fingers splayed out across his broad thigh, but finally undoing the infernal clasp, unzipping his pants, pushing them down enough to expose his thighs, and Taehyung greedily drank in the sight.
"D- Don’t just stand there, you ass, we don’t have the time," Jimin growled, low and urgent. His tone immediately took on a softer, gentler approach, and he looked up into Taehyung’s eyes with a gaze full of want. “Touch me, Taehyungie, please?”
He hadn’t even asked him to beg, but Taehyung was satisified with Jimin’s desperate pleading, the way his voice broke at the end making a heat pool in his stomach that begged for attention. Still, he palmed Jimin’s cock for a few moments just to draw out the eager little mewls from him that he swallowed up with a bruising kiss, large hands on Jimin’s thighs again, rubbing circles into the heated skin.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, a cheeky edge to his words. "I know you really loved having your thighs touched. Your reaction is so cute."
Jimin could only moan sweetly as Taehyung slid his hand all the way up to Jimin’s groin, then back down again, spreading goosebumps all over Jimin’s sun-kissed skin. “Sh- shut up, don’t tease me. Come on, come on, get on your knees.”
"Wow, demanding,” Taehyung joked, but he knelt down anyway, coming face-to-face with Jimin’s clothed dick. He pressed a kiss to the little wet spot forming there, and Jimin shuddered in response. “Cute,” he said again for emphasis, and maybe to piss Jimin off just that much more.
"You’re not allowed to say that to me when you’re wearing that nasty ass turtleneck."
"Awww, I like this turtleneck, I think it’s snazzy."
"Well, whatever floats your pickle, I guess. I just need you to float my pickle like, right now.”
"What are you even saying?"
With a small laugh and a smile stuck to his face, acutely aware of their lack of time, Taehyung doubled his efforts. The air, momentarily lightened, grew thick and heavy with tension again as he dipped his head and covered Jimin’s inner thighs with loving kisses, using his hands to stroke the rest of his thighs, reaching up every so often to fondle the swell of his ass, eliciting more and more of those delicious moans from Jimin that made Taehyung feel light-headed. Unable to hold back anymore, he hooked his fingers in Jimin’s waistband and pulled down, freeing his leaking cock. For a few moments, he admired his handiwork; such an effect he could have on Jimin, just from covering his thighs in small hickeys and bruises and wet kisses. Jimin really did have one hell of a kink- several, actually.
"Your cock is so pretty, Jiminie," he breathed. "My Jiminie, all hard and aching for me. Cute, cute, cute."
And that was one of them. “I- I’m gonna kick you,” Jimin growled, but he couldn’t deny the effect Taehyung’s soft words of praise had on him, making his legs go weak beneath him.
Taehyung only gave him a moment more to simmer in his irritation before he pressed his lips to the head of Jimin’s cock, covering it in little kitten licks, lapping up the sweet beads of precum, before sinking his mouth down around Jimin’s length. He kept on massaging Jimin’s thighs all the while, kneading the thick flesh, savoring all the dirty little breathy moans and muffled groans Jimin could barely hold back no matter how much he tried, especially when Taehyung hollowed his cheeks and hummed lightly, tongue sliding along the underside, tracing the vein there.
"Ah, it feels- fuck, Taehyung, oh my god,” he stammered, his breaths ragged, his heart hammering in his chest.
And Taehyung didn’t hold back, either- he bobbed his head at an rapid pace that had Jimin’s moans turning desperate and wanton, bracing himself on Jimin’s thighs, and when Jimin buried his hands in Taehyung’s hair and began to fuck his throat, Taehyung close to gagging on his length, tears gathering in the outer corners of his eyes and spit running down his chin, it was graceless, but he let him. There was a point when Taehyung reached down between his own legs, undoing his belt and yanking down his pants to free his aching cock, fisting it in time with the snaps of Jimin’s hips. It was so hot in that tiny stall and Taehyung’s stifling shirt didn’t help, Jimin’s cock even hotter and heavier in his mouth, fresh sweat beading at Jimin’s hairline.
"Taehyung, fuck, fuck, fuck, I- I’m gonna-“
At this point, Taehyung reached up and pinned Jimin’s hips against the wall a little too roughly, stopping him in the midst of finding his release in Taehyung’s welcoming mouth. Taehyung pulled off of him with a lewd pop and Jimin whined at the loss of warmth, the loss of contact- his hips bucked, desperate to find the friction that’d tip him over the edge, but he only managed to slide his length against Taehyung’s glistening lips and across his cheek, and it wasn’t anywhere near enough. Taehyung smiled again, his hand wrapped around the base of Jimin’s cock while he lazily pumped himself.
"How much do you want it, Jiminie?" he abruptly asked.
"W- What? Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re actually doing this shit to me now, we have to-"
"No, just tell me. How bad do you want it?"
Jimin narrowed his eyes and covered his blazing face for a few moments, his legs trembling, threatening to buckle. He took in a deep, jagged breath, and when he looked down, Taehyung was gazing straight up at him with those doe eyes of his, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly against his lips, before resting his head on his thigh, licking a wet trail up the hot, hypersensitive skin, and Jimin almost could’ve come just from watching the show Taehyung was putting on for him, but it wasn’t near what he wanted. What he craved.
"I- I want it, Taehyung, please, please, we’ve already been in here for so long and I’m so fucking close, I want to come so badly, I need to,” he barely rose his voice above a whisper, but he did tighten his fingers in Taehyung’s thick hair to get his point across.
It must’ve worked, because Taehyung gripped his length tightly with those long fingers and began to jerk him off, mouth wide open tonguing the head of his cock, and the sight coupled with the heavenly feeling sent him flying over the edge, whole body on fire and tensing as he panted and moaned out a broken version of Taehyung’s name, coming into Taehyung’s mouth, all over his lips and cheeks, holding his head in place. He took a moment to admire the way Taehyung looked with his pretty face covered in his cum, staring down at him with an expression twisted with pleasure. Taehyung swished whatever he had managed to catch of the bitter liquid in his mouth for a few moments as Jimin untangled his fingers from his hair and slid to the ground. Then, he lifted the lid and quickly spat it into the toilet bowl.
"Real smooth," Jimin muttered, slumping against the wall, looking fucked out with angry red marks all over his thighs, his lips swollen and his hair mussed. He tried to catch his breath back, desperate to calm down his wild heart and flushed skin. Taehyung cut himself off some toilet paper and wiped his face clean as he continued to languidly stroke himself, gesturing Jimin over to him, tossing the cum-covered tissue away. Jimin pulled up his underwear over his fading erection as the excitement began to die out.
"Jiminie, help me," was all Taehyung said.
Jimin sighed, but he took pity on Taehyung, leaning towards him and kissing him in a way that was almost loving and too tired to be passionate. He took over for Taehyung, wrapping his fingers around his cock, breathing deep as Taehyung mouthed against his neck- even in his post-orgasm, post-performance state, where all he wanted to do was nap for a few hours, Taehyung still had such an effect on him that gave him the thought that if they were anywhere else but in a grimy backstage bathroom at an internationally broadcasted awards show, he would be more than willing to go for another round or two. He wanted to get Taehyung back for making him talk in such a filthy way, no matter how hot it made him.
"You’re doing such a good job, Jiminie," Taehyung cooed into his ear, low, laced with pleasure. Jimin loved listening to Taehyung’s voice just before he came. "Move your hand just like that- ah, shit- you’re really good. I love you, dude, for real.” If his cheeks were finally returning to their normal tanned hue, they were definitely burning again now.
"Ugh, screw you." He gave Taehyung’s cock a light squeeze as he pumped faster, listening to Taehyung’s breath hitch near his ear. "You only ever compliment me when we have sex," he grudgingly murmured.
"It makes you happy though, right?"
Jimin nipped at Taehyung’s lip, digging his teeth into the soft flesh and pulling on it until it slipped away from him. Taehyung groaned. “Yeah, it does.”
He kept on jerking Taehyung off, rubbing him into his orgasm, until he was murmuring deep, sweet nothings right by his ear that sent shivers down his spine, ropes of white landing on the cold, tiled floor- and on his pants.
"Goddamn it, Taehyung, you’re really shit at keeping things discreet, you know that?" Jimin grumbled, as he hurriedly wiped at the new stain forming on his thigh with more toilet paper. Taehyung only moaned in response, his forehead nestled into the crook of Jimin’s neck as he came down from his climax.
"We could just say we were lost?" Taehyung belatedly proposed as Jimin got to his feet, being careful to avoid stepping on Taehyung’s jizz splashed on the floor, and zipped himself up, grabbing his giant fur coat. Taehyung got up as well to grab his own jacket and he did step in his own jizz, and as he was wiping it off the sole of his shoe with even more paper, Jimin threw open the stall door to stumble out into the glorious coolness of the main room in the bathroom. Suddenly, there was Jungkook- leaning against the vanity with his arms crossed, giving Jimin a look. Jimin froze, unable to do much but stare, and so did Taehyung.
"How… how long…" he managed to get out, but Jungkook understood regardless.
"Long enough. Clean yourselves up, everyone’s looking for you two. Especially you,” he shot at Jimin, and Jimin couldn’t even bring himself to feel indignant at being referred to so informally by someone two years his junior. Jungkook was already walking out of the room, anyway, leaving Jimin in somewhat of a daze as he moved over to the sink to wash up, Taehyung following, if only to fix his hair and check himself out in the mirror.
"I’m dead, I’m so dead," Jimin whispered to himself. "He’s never going to let me live this down."
Taehyung hooked an arm around his shoulders, startling him. ”We can die together,” he happily announced.
"It’s a nice sentiment, but I’d rather not die at all."
Jimin shrugged back on his coat, but the few hickeys at the end of his neck were still barely visible- annoyingly, he found himself wishing he was the one in Taehyung’s overbearing turtleneck instead, and it made him wonder if it was Taehyung’s plan all along.
Together, they made their way out of the bathroom in something of a walk of shame with Jungkook as their disgruntled, disloyal guide, Jimin overly-conscious of the drying cum stain on his thigh and Taehyung bumping into his shoulder every once in a while to bring his attention back to where he was walking, and they both pretended to ignore the suspicious looks the others gave them as they avoided their gazes and settled into their seats again.
After a few minutes, Taehyung slid his hand over Jimin’s thigh and gave it a playful squeeze, and Jimin desperately tried to act like it didn’t make his heart leap into his throat.
pairing: taehyung/jimin
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 2.6k
warnings: minor kinks
Jimin didn’t know how he ended up in such a compromising position, shoved into the stall of a deceivingly pristine-looking bathroom with his best friend’s lip caught between his teeth, Taehyung’s white blazer and his ridiculous fur coat abandoned on the toilet, his back flat against the wall.
He snaked an arm around Taehyung’s narrow waist, pulling him in, their hips colliding, his other hand buried in Taehyung’s meticulously styled chestnut hair, ruffling it into disarray. Taehyung dragged his fingers over the bumps of Jimin’s bare torso, licking into his mouth as his other hand groped at his ass. They were a suffocating mess of tangled limbs and hot skin, sweat still drying on the nape of Jimin’s neck from his performance, his heart still racing from the adrenaline, the high, the exhilarating feeling of baring himself to the world, but now it was losing control for a whole other reason- one that shot straight down to his groin, almost embarrassingly fast.
"T- Taehyung," he choked out, when the other boy finally pulled away for just a few seconds so they could catch their breath, "if we take too long, they’re gonna know. They’ll come looking for us."
Taehyung pouted lightly, lowering his head to press wet kisses to Jimin’s neck, making his skin tingle. His hand fell further down to toy with the waistband of his underwear, pull on the buckle of his belt, just almost brushing over the visible bulge in those white pants of his that hugged his curves in a way that was practically sinful. “You worry too much, Jiminie,” he murmured into his ear, his voice husky and deep, taking on that tone of pure lust that made Jimin ache, his pants suddenly uncomfortably tight, “but you look so good right now, you’re so pretty. I… want to fuck you so bad.”
Jimin could feel his cheeks heating up, could practically sense the pink dusting across them. “Can’t you keep it in your pants for more than a second?” At this, Taehyung gave his ass a playful squeeze, so Jimin slapped his in revenge, causing Taehyung to jerk forward and rut against him. Taehyung chuckled while Jimin sorted through his regrets, moving down to suck a sloppy hickey into the dip where his shoulder met his neck before Jimin realized what he was doing. “No, don’t-! Great, now they’re all going to know for sure.”
"Don’t think about it too much. You’re getting distracted," he spoke, idly tracing his fingers over the elegant Chinese characters painted down the side of his abs, barely comprehending their meaning.
"Oh believe me, I’m very distracted right now.”
The taller boy smiled cutely at Jimin’s snappy response, sliding the hand that ghosted over Jimin’s groin down to his inner thigh, massaging the solid flesh there. Jimin took in a sharp breath, pink tongue caught between pinker lips as he stared at Taehyung’s hand, watching it work its way up and down his thigh, always creeping so close but never quite touching the mound between his legs. Jimin’s hand fell from Taehyung’s shock of dark hair down to grip his shoulder, his other hand resting on Taehyung’s hip. Taehyung was teasing him to the ends of the earth and back; he knew this, and yet, it still felt so good. The thin layer of material separating Taehyung’s warm palm and the burning hot skin of his leg was too much, and so he moved his hands from Taehyung’s body to his belt, uncoordinated and shaky with Taehyung’s fingers splayed out across his broad thigh, but finally undoing the infernal clasp, unzipping his pants, pushing them down enough to expose his thighs, and Taehyung greedily drank in the sight.
"D- Don’t just stand there, you ass, we don’t have the time," Jimin growled, low and urgent. His tone immediately took on a softer, gentler approach, and he looked up into Taehyung’s eyes with a gaze full of want. “Touch me, Taehyungie, please?”
He hadn’t even asked him to beg, but Taehyung was satisified with Jimin’s desperate pleading, the way his voice broke at the end making a heat pool in his stomach that begged for attention. Still, he palmed Jimin’s cock for a few moments just to draw out the eager little mewls from him that he swallowed up with a bruising kiss, large hands on Jimin’s thighs again, rubbing circles into the heated skin.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, a cheeky edge to his words. "I know you really loved having your thighs touched. Your reaction is so cute."
Jimin could only moan sweetly as Taehyung slid his hand all the way up to Jimin’s groin, then back down again, spreading goosebumps all over Jimin’s sun-kissed skin. “Sh- shut up, don’t tease me. Come on, come on, get on your knees.”
"Wow, demanding,” Taehyung joked, but he knelt down anyway, coming face-to-face with Jimin’s clothed dick. He pressed a kiss to the little wet spot forming there, and Jimin shuddered in response. “Cute,” he said again for emphasis, and maybe to piss Jimin off just that much more.
"You’re not allowed to say that to me when you’re wearing that nasty ass turtleneck."
"Awww, I like this turtleneck, I think it’s snazzy."
"Well, whatever floats your pickle, I guess. I just need you to float my pickle like, right now.”
"What are you even saying?"
With a small laugh and a smile stuck to his face, acutely aware of their lack of time, Taehyung doubled his efforts. The air, momentarily lightened, grew thick and heavy with tension again as he dipped his head and covered Jimin’s inner thighs with loving kisses, using his hands to stroke the rest of his thighs, reaching up every so often to fondle the swell of his ass, eliciting more and more of those delicious moans from Jimin that made Taehyung feel light-headed. Unable to hold back anymore, he hooked his fingers in Jimin’s waistband and pulled down, freeing his leaking cock. For a few moments, he admired his handiwork; such an effect he could have on Jimin, just from covering his thighs in small hickeys and bruises and wet kisses. Jimin really did have one hell of a kink- several, actually.
"Your cock is so pretty, Jiminie," he breathed. "My Jiminie, all hard and aching for me. Cute, cute, cute."
And that was one of them. “I- I’m gonna kick you,” Jimin growled, but he couldn’t deny the effect Taehyung’s soft words of praise had on him, making his legs go weak beneath him.
Taehyung only gave him a moment more to simmer in his irritation before he pressed his lips to the head of Jimin’s cock, covering it in little kitten licks, lapping up the sweet beads of precum, before sinking his mouth down around Jimin’s length. He kept on massaging Jimin’s thighs all the while, kneading the thick flesh, savoring all the dirty little breathy moans and muffled groans Jimin could barely hold back no matter how much he tried, especially when Taehyung hollowed his cheeks and hummed lightly, tongue sliding along the underside, tracing the vein there.
"Ah, it feels- fuck, Taehyung, oh my god,” he stammered, his breaths ragged, his heart hammering in his chest.
And Taehyung didn’t hold back, either- he bobbed his head at an rapid pace that had Jimin’s moans turning desperate and wanton, bracing himself on Jimin’s thighs, and when Jimin buried his hands in Taehyung’s hair and began to fuck his throat, Taehyung close to gagging on his length, tears gathering in the outer corners of his eyes and spit running down his chin, it was graceless, but he let him. There was a point when Taehyung reached down between his own legs, undoing his belt and yanking down his pants to free his aching cock, fisting it in time with the snaps of Jimin’s hips. It was so hot in that tiny stall and Taehyung’s stifling shirt didn’t help, Jimin’s cock even hotter and heavier in his mouth, fresh sweat beading at Jimin’s hairline.
"Taehyung, fuck, fuck, fuck, I- I’m gonna-“
At this point, Taehyung reached up and pinned Jimin’s hips against the wall a little too roughly, stopping him in the midst of finding his release in Taehyung’s welcoming mouth. Taehyung pulled off of him with a lewd pop and Jimin whined at the loss of warmth, the loss of contact- his hips bucked, desperate to find the friction that’d tip him over the edge, but he only managed to slide his length against Taehyung’s glistening lips and across his cheek, and it wasn’t anywhere near enough. Taehyung smiled again, his hand wrapped around the base of Jimin’s cock while he lazily pumped himself.
"How much do you want it, Jiminie?" he abruptly asked.
"W- What? Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re actually doing this shit to me now, we have to-"
"No, just tell me. How bad do you want it?"
Jimin narrowed his eyes and covered his blazing face for a few moments, his legs trembling, threatening to buckle. He took in a deep, jagged breath, and when he looked down, Taehyung was gazing straight up at him with those doe eyes of his, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly against his lips, before resting his head on his thigh, licking a wet trail up the hot, hypersensitive skin, and Jimin almost could’ve come just from watching the show Taehyung was putting on for him, but it wasn’t near what he wanted. What he craved.
"I- I want it, Taehyung, please, please, we’ve already been in here for so long and I’m so fucking close, I want to come so badly, I need to,” he barely rose his voice above a whisper, but he did tighten his fingers in Taehyung’s thick hair to get his point across.
It must’ve worked, because Taehyung gripped his length tightly with those long fingers and began to jerk him off, mouth wide open tonguing the head of his cock, and the sight coupled with the heavenly feeling sent him flying over the edge, whole body on fire and tensing as he panted and moaned out a broken version of Taehyung’s name, coming into Taehyung’s mouth, all over his lips and cheeks, holding his head in place. He took a moment to admire the way Taehyung looked with his pretty face covered in his cum, staring down at him with an expression twisted with pleasure. Taehyung swished whatever he had managed to catch of the bitter liquid in his mouth for a few moments as Jimin untangled his fingers from his hair and slid to the ground. Then, he lifted the lid and quickly spat it into the toilet bowl.
"Real smooth," Jimin muttered, slumping against the wall, looking fucked out with angry red marks all over his thighs, his lips swollen and his hair mussed. He tried to catch his breath back, desperate to calm down his wild heart and flushed skin. Taehyung cut himself off some toilet paper and wiped his face clean as he continued to languidly stroke himself, gesturing Jimin over to him, tossing the cum-covered tissue away. Jimin pulled up his underwear over his fading erection as the excitement began to die out.
"Jiminie, help me," was all Taehyung said.
Jimin sighed, but he took pity on Taehyung, leaning towards him and kissing him in a way that was almost loving and too tired to be passionate. He took over for Taehyung, wrapping his fingers around his cock, breathing deep as Taehyung mouthed against his neck- even in his post-orgasm, post-performance state, where all he wanted to do was nap for a few hours, Taehyung still had such an effect on him that gave him the thought that if they were anywhere else but in a grimy backstage bathroom at an internationally broadcasted awards show, he would be more than willing to go for another round or two. He wanted to get Taehyung back for making him talk in such a filthy way, no matter how hot it made him.
"You’re doing such a good job, Jiminie," Taehyung cooed into his ear, low, laced with pleasure. Jimin loved listening to Taehyung’s voice just before he came. "Move your hand just like that- ah, shit- you’re really good. I love you, dude, for real.” If his cheeks were finally returning to their normal tanned hue, they were definitely burning again now.
"Ugh, screw you." He gave Taehyung’s cock a light squeeze as he pumped faster, listening to Taehyung’s breath hitch near his ear. "You only ever compliment me when we have sex," he grudgingly murmured.
"It makes you happy though, right?"
Jimin nipped at Taehyung’s lip, digging his teeth into the soft flesh and pulling on it until it slipped away from him. Taehyung groaned. “Yeah, it does.”
He kept on jerking Taehyung off, rubbing him into his orgasm, until he was murmuring deep, sweet nothings right by his ear that sent shivers down his spine, ropes of white landing on the cold, tiled floor- and on his pants.
"Goddamn it, Taehyung, you’re really shit at keeping things discreet, you know that?" Jimin grumbled, as he hurriedly wiped at the new stain forming on his thigh with more toilet paper. Taehyung only moaned in response, his forehead nestled into the crook of Jimin’s neck as he came down from his climax.
"We could just say we were lost?" Taehyung belatedly proposed as Jimin got to his feet, being careful to avoid stepping on Taehyung’s jizz splashed on the floor, and zipped himself up, grabbing his giant fur coat. Taehyung got up as well to grab his own jacket and he did step in his own jizz, and as he was wiping it off the sole of his shoe with even more paper, Jimin threw open the stall door to stumble out into the glorious coolness of the main room in the bathroom. Suddenly, there was Jungkook- leaning against the vanity with his arms crossed, giving Jimin a look. Jimin froze, unable to do much but stare, and so did Taehyung.
"How… how long…" he managed to get out, but Jungkook understood regardless.
"Long enough. Clean yourselves up, everyone’s looking for you two. Especially you,” he shot at Jimin, and Jimin couldn’t even bring himself to feel indignant at being referred to so informally by someone two years his junior. Jungkook was already walking out of the room, anyway, leaving Jimin in somewhat of a daze as he moved over to the sink to wash up, Taehyung following, if only to fix his hair and check himself out in the mirror.
"I’m dead, I’m so dead," Jimin whispered to himself. "He’s never going to let me live this down."
Taehyung hooked an arm around his shoulders, startling him. ”We can die together,” he happily announced.
"It’s a nice sentiment, but I’d rather not die at all."
Jimin shrugged back on his coat, but the few hickeys at the end of his neck were still barely visible- annoyingly, he found himself wishing he was the one in Taehyung’s overbearing turtleneck instead, and it made him wonder if it was Taehyung’s plan all along.
Together, they made their way out of the bathroom in something of a walk of shame with Jungkook as their disgruntled, disloyal guide, Jimin overly-conscious of the drying cum stain on his thigh and Taehyung bumping into his shoulder every once in a while to bring his attention back to where he was walking, and they both pretended to ignore the suspicious looks the others gave them as they avoided their gazes and settled into their seats again.
After a few minutes, Taehyung slid his hand over Jimin’s thigh and gave it a playful squeeze, and Jimin desperately tried to act like it didn’t make his heart leap into his throat.