Chapter 3: Bad Boys Don't Play Nice

...What year was that case study completed?...

...Do you think Yoongi will be in today?...

...Which sociologist was it again?...

...These are the kinds of questions Jimin asks himself as he sits bored in his seat in the lecture hall waiting for other students to come in because as usual he is ten minutes early....

...Does Yoongi like me?...

...The deadline for that essay is Thursday right?...

...How big do you think Yoongi’s d-...

...“Jesus christ!” Jimin yelps as he is ripped out of his train of thought by Yoongi sitting down beside him....

...“Woah dude, I don’t bite” he chuckles, putting his hands up, “unless you ask me to” he adds with a smirk, looking Jimin up and down. His face gets hot at the idea of Yoongi’s teeth sinking down into his soft, tender skin. Yoongi leaving marks on Jimin’s body like he owns it....

...“Where are your glasses?” Yoongi asks with knotted eyebrows and a slight pout....

...“Oh, um, I don’t know, I feel like I look better without them” Jimin mumbles under Yoongi’s intense gaze....

...“Why would you think that?” he questions and Jimin just shrugs. With the way Yoongi is studying him his mouth goes dry and when he takes a sip of his takeaway coffee from the cafe he grimaces....

...“Ew, there is way too much milk in this, do you want it?” Jimin offers without really thinking....

...“Eh, not really” he shrugs but takes the cup from him anyway. Something that Jimin has realised is that he struggles with staring, he never has before but he can’t seem to stop watching Yoongi....

...“I didn’t see you at the game, er, what happened?” Yoongi asks, doodling on his piece of paper....

...“Oh yeah sorry, I’ll make it to the next” Jimin promises. He did want to go when Yoongi suggested it but he was kind of nervous about showing up and then something came up anyway....

...“Cool”...

...“Was it a good turn out?” Jimin asks as Yoongi takes a sip of the coffee....

...“Yeah I guess” he says, neither positive or negative....

...“Do parents come and stuff?” he questions, trying to gage exactly what he would be walking into if he did go....

...“Are you five years old? This isn’t sports day” he chuckles, pushing at Jimin’s thigh and his heart races at the feeling of his hand on his thigh....

...“Oh I don’t know, I just assumed, my dad always came to my football games” he explains, thinking back to when he was part of his school’s football club....

...“I haven’t spoken to my parents in years so in the crowd of my basketball game is the last place I would look for them” he confesses and Jimin’s heart aches for him....

...“I’m sorry-” he starts but it is evident that Yoongi wants to change the subject....

...“Seriously though what were you up to?” he interrogates, rubbing his thumb over where Jimin’s name is written on the styrofoam coffee cup....

...“Um I had a date” he admits and Yoongi’s demeanour seems to change....

...“Oh” he shifts in his seat, “did you get some?” he asks with a slight chuckle....

...“No, no, it didn’t really go well” he answers. Which is true. The guy was nice enough but he was kind of dull and smelt a little strange....

...“Their loss” Yoongi comments, his tone more serious than usual, giving him a small smile. A girl appears in front of their desks, Naeyeon, she is pretty popular on campus as the captain of the cheerleading squad....

...“Hey Yoongi” she smiles, tilting her head to the side. Yoongi looks up at her for about a second with a small eyebrow raise of acknowledgement and that’s it....

...“How come you’re being so cold?” she pouts in a tone that could be referred to as a mock toddler voice that makes Jimin cringe. She tries to poke at his cheeks and Jimin can tell Yoongi is getting very agitated....

...“We had sex and now you’re blanking me?” she pouts again and Jimin almost chokes on his own spit....

...“Sorry” he apologies flippantly and she huffs, giving up and going back to her seat. Jimin watches her inquisitively as she walks away, it all seemed a bit harsh to him....

...“Do you like her?” Yoongi asks, picking up on how he is looking at her....

...“No” Jimin shakes his head....

...“Ah, you tried and she turned you down?” he nods, going back for his coffee....

...“No! I don’t like her” Jimin maintains, folding his arms....

...“She is the hottest girl in our class” Yoongi says and Jimin shifts in his seat, “oh! So you bat for the other team?” he realises with a slight smile....

...“If that’s how you want to put it” Jimin murmurs getting all awkward, “anyway if she’s the hottest girl in our class and she wants you then why aren’t you dating her?” he questions sassily....

...“Been there done that, she’s majorly clingy” he says, clearly not impressed....

...“Really? She seems so nice” Jimin wonders. She’s always been nice to him anyway, not that he knows too much about it but she seems like good girlfriend potential....

...“I guess. So what’s your type?” he asks, startling Jimin with his sudden interest. Luckily he is saved by someone else coming over, this time it is a guy, a very very good looking guy. Not as handsome as Yoongi but he is definitely a close second. Yoongi sighs lowly and runs his fingers through his hair....

...Okay, maybe it isn’t that close....

...“Hi, what’s up?” he greets Yoongi who once again seems completely indifferent....

...“Nothing” he replies bluntly and the guy blinks hard, as if he has never had a guy act so uninterested in him before....

...“Do you want to hang out again?” he asks and Yoongi shrugs. Realising that Yoongi is pretty much having none of it the guy mumbles something about ‘forget it’ and retreats back to his seat as Naeyeon did....

...“The hottest guy in our class too?!” Jimin exclaims in disbelief. He knew Yoongi had a track record but seriously?...

...“Yeah he is not too bad at giving head but he is seriously fucking boring. Wait so he is your type?” Yoongi asks with a smug smile, looking back at the guy to see what features he has that Jimin might fancy....

...“I mean, I don’t know, why do you want to know?” he questions....

...“I’m not asking for me, you’re nice but” he starts and Jimin’s mouth drops open in offence....

...“But what? What’s wrong with me?” he snaps, he means to sound angry but it comes off as hurt....

...“Nothing! You’re sweet but I like it rough” he purrs, lightly swinging in his chair, his eyes trailing down Jimin’s body....

...“I can take it” he murmurs under his breath, not quiet enough though as Yoongi picks up on it and raises his eyebrow....

...“So you think he is the hottest guy in this entire class?” he repeats....

...“One of them” Jimin shrugs, turning to face the front of the class, away from Yoongi....

...“So there is someone just as hot if not hotter?” he asks and Jimin nods, “who might that be?” he bites his lip and turns in his chair to face Jimin for the first time today....

...“Not telling” Jimin states, crossing his arms....

...“Do you want to know” Yoongi taunts, leaning in towards him, “who I think is the hottest person in our class?” he whispers, sending shivers up Jimin spine and giving him an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss him....

...“Min Yoongi! Am I going to have to move you? Get to work” the professor shouts at him. He chuckles and his breath hits Jimin’s neck, the sensation travelling south very quickly, making Jimin cross his legs over......

...“Hey Jimin, wanna come back to the house?” Jungkook asks, opening up his locker....

...“Um, I don’t know” Jimin shrugs, he doesn’t particularly want to run into Yoongi if he is honest. He’s just finished his set at the gym so he looks a little rough, if he knows he is going to see Yoongi he makes a bit more of an effort....

...“You play video games?” he questions as he fumbles around in his bag....

...“Not really to be honest” he answers, leaving it at that and hoping Jungkook doesn’t ask why so he doesn’t have to be made fun of for preferring to read....

...“They’re so much fun! Come on dude, you are constantly working just come over, have a beer with me and play some video games then we can go to Yoongi’s game” he suggests, getting his phone out to check his notifications....

...“Okay fine, but without the beer” he compromises and Jungkook rolls his eyes but agrees nonetheless. They talk about all sorts on the walk over, primarily sports related chatter and Jungkook making the odd dig at Jimin for not knowing any of his favourite superheroes. Once they get to the house they go straight upstairs, Jimin remembers the hallway, the way Yoongi lead him down it and exactly which room is his. As they pass it he wonders if he is in there and if he is what he is doing in there, probably sleeping or jerking off, either way part of Jimin wants to join him. Jungkook’s room is nothing like Yoongi’s, for starters his is relatively clean and his clothes are put away unlike Yoongi’s that are scattered across the floor ready for anyone to trip over. His walls are covered in movie posters, sweet photos of his family and friends whereas Yoongi’s is painfully dull....

...“I’m guessing you don’t have a favourite game” Jungkook says and Jimin shakes his head so he goes over to his shelf and scans it, “I’ve got a game for everything, Fifa, Call of Duty, GTA” he reels off and Jimin just stares then shrugs....

...“I’ve never even picked up an xbox controller before” Jimin admits and Jungkook’s eyes almost pop out of his head in disbelief....

...“Okay Lego Batman it is” he decides, best to start off easy, “can you go down and get the drinks while I set it up?” he asks and Jimin heads out into the hallway....

...He walks past Yoongi’s room, stopping after a few steps and going back. He hesitates for a few seconds before gently knocking....

...“Yoongi?” he whispers through the door, “it’s me Jimin” he says with another small knock but much to his disappointment there is no reply....

...As he makes his way he hears voices coming from the kitchen and when he hears Yoongi’s voice he freezes....

...“I’m just saying he is nice, if you’re only looking to mess around then let him go” Hoseok says as Jimin sneakily peers his head around the corner, undetected by the two of them....

...“Would you get off my *** about it?” Yoongi snaps as he ties up his laces....

...“So you do like him!” Hoseok squeals....

...“Fuck off” Yoongi mumbles....

...“You call him baby, I heard you, you never give any of them little nicknames” Hoseok teases and Yoongi gets out of his chair with a huff....

...“I’m going out” he mutters, grabbing his gym bag and leather jacket....

...“Is Yoongi smitten?” he pesters and Yoongi throws his middle finger up at him before leaving out the back door in the kitchen....

...Jimin waits for a little bit to ensure Hoseok doesn’t think he was eavesdropping and gets their drinks. When he goes back Jungkook is ready and they play for an hour before it’s time to leave. Jimin is pretty shit even though this game is targeted towards eight year olds but Jungkook gives him a bit of pity praise to soften the blow on his pride....

...The three of them head towards the sports hall where a guy who is considerably taller than Jimin is waiting for them....

...“Namjoon” he says, extending his hand to Jimin, “I’m the last roommate, we haven’t officially met yet” he introduces himself and Jimin shakes his hand....

...“I’m Jimin” he smiles and Namjoon nods....

...“Oh trust me, I know” he says and the tone of his voice fills Jimin’s head with a million questions. They file into the hall and sit down in the second row waiting for the game to start....

...Yoongi and his team come out as the audience cheers. They lock eyes and Jimin waves with a smile to which Yoongi, well, he doesn’t really do anything....

...Jimin tries not to think about it too much but he can’t help it. It bothers him. Has he done something wrong?...

...Yoongi’s team loses and before Jimin can catch him Yoongi has already left in a strop. He tries to go back to the house to see him but his roommates advise him against it, in times like this it’s best to let him cool off apparently....

...Since Jimin’s knowledge of basketball is far from stellar Namjoon explains how the league works to him. They can still get into the finals and win even though they lost this game, it just makes it harder as now they have to win the rest of their games....

...Jimin: Are you okay?...

...Jimin: You did really well!...

...Jimin: It was a great game :)...

...Jimin: Yoongi?...

...Yoongi ❤️: what...

...Jimin: You were awesome, really....

...Yoongi ❤️: idk...

...Jimin: I know you guys will win the rest, especially with you as the captain!...

...Yoongi ❤️: i wouldnt place any bets...

...Jimin: I would, I have complete faith in you x...

...Yoongi ❤️: youre out of your mind...

...Yoongi ❤️: but thanks...

...Yoongi ❤️: x...

...The kiss on the end has Jimin’s heart soaring through the roof and over the weekend he keeps opening up his messaging app to look at it....

...Monday rolls around and Jimin even chose his outfit the night before thinking that he would see Yoongi but he doesn’t show....

...Jimin: Why weren’t you in class?...

...He sends the text when the class is dismissed and even an hour later when he is lounging in his bed trying to start a new book Yoongi still hasn’t responded....

...Jimin’s concerns are interrupted by a knock at his front door....

...“Oh hi” Jimin smiles as he opens his door to see Yoongi stood there, mint green hair as vibrant as ever, jacket sliding off of his shoulder. He doesn’t even say anything, his leg bouncing and his teeth gnawing at the inside of his mouth....

...“Yoongi what are you doing here?” Jimin asks and Yoongi looks him up and down....

...“Is your roommate home?” he finally says something....

...“No” he says and Yoongi smirks....

...“Good” he states and shoves Jimin backwards, stepping inside and slamming the door shut behind him....

...“Someone’s excited” Jimin says as Yoongi grabs his waist, pulling him close, eyes trailing over him hungrily....

...“I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you in the crowd on Friday” he confesses, pressing their foreheads together....

...“Really?” Jimin beams, putting his hands on the back of Yoongi’s neck....

...“Hell yeah”...

...“Wait so why weren’t you in class today?” he asks, searching Yoongi’s eyes....

...“Just stuff” he shrugs and Jimin pulls his hands away....

...“What stuff?” Jimin questions with a worried tone and a concerned look on his face....

...“It’s nothing” Yoongi brushes off and Jimin starts to bite his nails, still bothered by it....

...“We could talk about it” he suggests....

...“I don’t want to, I just want to be with you” Yoongi says and Jimin melts....

...“Yeah?” he has to check he is hearing it right....

...“Yeah” Yoongi nods softly, reaching out and gently slipping his fingers between Jimin’s....

...“Yeah?” he giggles, his fingers tightening around Yoongi’s....

...“Fuck yeah” he grins, yanking Jimin towards him and smashing their lips together. Jimin can’t stop himself from smiling, making it difficult for Yoongi to kiss him so he opts for kissing down his neck instead....

...Jimin grips his t-shirt, pulling him, they stagger backwards to the bed, Yoongi falling on top of Jimin as they both laugh. Jimin hooks his legs around Yoongi’s hips and sucks at his tongue, loving the feel of his piercing....

...“You’re obsessed with that fucking thing” Yoongi chuckles and Jimin nods with a smile. Yoongi sticks his tongue out and Jimin rubs over the metal with his thumb. His lips part with a small sigh as Yoongi closes his lips around Jimin’s thumb, swirling his tongue over it....

...Yoongi desperately tries to unbutton Jimin’s jeans and he reluctantly removes his thumb from his mouth to help him. Yoongi pulls his jeans and underwear down to just past his knees, dipping down to kiss his thighs as he pulls them all the way off as Jimin removes his own shirt....

...Jimin reaches under the bed and pulls out a shoebox, taking a bottle of lube out from it....

...“You have toys?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow and Jimin slams the lid on the shoebox, shoving it back under the bed....

...“N-no, they’re, um-” he gets all flustered and Yoongi kisses his cheek, now warm and pink....

...“You’re not as pure as everyone says baby” he says as Jimin focuses on taking Yoongi’s pants off. Whereas Yoongi has a bad reputation, Jimin is squeaky clean, so much so that one of the biggest debates on campus was whether or not he was a ******. Jimin doesn't take Yoongi's leather jacket off, he likes it too much, it's perfect for grabbing on....

...As Yoongi warms up the lube between his fingers Jimin flips over onto his elbows, pushing his *** up....

...“God, you’re so…” Yoongi trails off, pressing a couple of kisses into the soft skin of his ***. He taunts Jimin’s hole with his fingertip, lightly circling it until Jimin can’t stop himself from pushing back, silently pleading....

...Yoongi pushes his first digit in. He is being a lot more thoughtful about preparing Jimin this time which Jimin is extremely grateful for because last time was all fun and games until his *** was killing him the next morning....

...“I’m okay now” Jimin promises as Yoongi adds a third finger. Jimin waits patiently as Yoongi rolls the condom on and lines himself up with Jimin....

...“Ready baby?” he purrs, just pushing the head of his cock in and Jimin lets out a shaky exhale. The second that he nods Yoongi thrusts as deep as he can, making Jimin grip onto his pillow with a high-pitched moan....

...The harder Yoongi ruts the tighter Jimin grips onto his pillow, if Yoongi’s tip bumps into his prostate one more time his fingernails are going to tear right through his pillowcase. The pillow muffles his gorgeous noises, much to Yoongi’s disappointment....

...“Louder baby, I want all your neighbours to hear how good I **** you” he orders, his hand running up and over his ***....

...“I can’t be too loud” he protests and Yoongi takes it as a challenge. He pulls his member almost all the way out then slams back into him as hard as he can and Jimin practically screams....

...“What was that?” Yoongi taunts smugly....

...“God you’re so bad” Jimin can’t help but smile....

...Jimin loves him....

...Jimin loves him so much....

...He doesn’t want to, it’s not a smart move but we’re talking about his heart not his head and his heart has already chosen him....

...He can’t lose him, he has to up his game....

...You’re sweet but I like it rough...

...You’re vocal, he likes that...

...If you start he won’t ask you to stop...

...If Jimin wants Yoongi he is going to have to work for it....

...Jimin moves from resting on his elbows, clambering to his hands and pulling off of Yoongi, confusing the hell out of him. When Yoongi’s hands reach out after him Jimin swats them away, turning around and shoving him down onto his back. Now that Yoongi is lying down he climbs on top of him, straddling him and getting lube all over his abdomen....

...“Woah Jimin” he says, rather startled by the switch in position....

...“Shut up” he snaps and instantly goes to work. He dips down, hiking Yoongi's t-shirt up, wrapping his lips around Yoongi’s ****** and immediately Yoongi arches his back. Licking and sucking at his ******, teasing it between his teeth which makes Yoongi let out a full-on moan, the sound of it spurring Jimin on. He’s never really been a fan of ****** play himself but if it gets this kind of reaction out of Yoongi he might be missing out....

...It’s funny how looks are so deceiving. From Yoongi’s leather jacket and permanent scowl you would never guess that, if you know what you’re doing, he will moan like a slut....

...“Do you want to be back inside me?” Jimin murmurs into his pec and Yoongi nods with a whine, his arm thrown over his face, covering the dark shade of pink it has turned. Jimin smiles to himself as he lifts his hips up, guiding Yoongi back into him....

...Straight away he is doing the absolute most, rolling his hips, bouncing so hard the bed is shaking and they are both sweating....

...Jimin has already been too loud, what is the harm now?...

...He begins moaning up a storm, just how he knows Yoongi likes. He leans down as far as he can go, his mouth reaching Yoongi’s ear and moans, long and sinful, feeling Yoongi dig the pads of his fingers deeper in Jimin’s skin....

...“Yoongi” he whines loudly, tightening his hole as he does and Yoongi can only let out a strangled noise, “fuck you’re so good” he pants and Yoongi groans at his words. Jimin never swears and the way he pronounces the words, in his Busan accent has Yoongi looking at him as if he makes the world go round....

...Jimin sucks on his neck, definitely hard enough to leave a few marks and pinches at his nipples, applying pressure with his thumbs and index fingers....

...As they both grow closer to their climax Yoongi starts to get back into the game, thrusting up into Jimin....

...In the heat of it all Jimin’s hands slide up from his nipples to his shoulders and Yoongi instantly whines and pushes them back down. Jimin tries to focus but he’s struggling, the pleasure is mind-blowing. The noises Yoongi makes when Jimin twists his nipples makes him wonder if he could get him to *** from that alone, he’s so sensitive, so ruined by Jimin’s touch and he adores it....

...Yoongi orgasms and the look on his face sends Jimin over the edge as he cums over Yoongi’s stomach....

...“Oh god Jimin, I love y-” Yoongi almost confesses breathlessly and in the midst of his high Jimin almost doesn’t catch it....

...“What?” he gasps and Yoongi’s eyes fill with panic. Jimin struggles to catch his breath as Yoongi pushes him away from him, getting up off of the bed. Jimin stares wide-eyed at Yoongi, his heart racing as Yoongi does up his jeans, not saying a word....

...A good minute or two goes by and they are still in silence, Yoongi tying the laces on his shoes, Jimin shaking slightly from the adrenaline....

...“Yoongi?” he whispers and still gets nothing from him....

...“H-hey” he calls out as it looks like Yoongi is about to go for the door, “do you want to hang out tomorrow or something?” he mumbles, kneeling on the bed....

...“No” Yoongi states bluntly, looking down at the floor....

...“Oh I-” Jimin starts fiddling with his bedsheets....

...“What? Because we **** sometimes that I’ve got to take you for coffee everyday?” he mutters, reaching for the door handle....

...“No, I just thought-” he tries to continue shyly and Yoongi suddenly turns to face him....

...“What did you think?” he snaps, scaring Jimin, “that I was going to take you home to my mother? You’re not my boyfriend Jimin, just there if I want you” he spits and it triggers a sharp pain in Jimin’s heart....

...“Get out” Jimin hisses, managing to keep a stern look on his face until the door slams shut and then he breaks. Crashing into his bed and pulling the covers over his head, clinging onto his pillow once again but now he is sobbing into it....

...When he can’t possibly cry anymore he drags himself out of bed, throws on a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that he would usually wear to bed and traipses outside....

...It’s freezing, he should’ve brought a jacket or something but he wasn’t thinking clearly so he has to settle for hugging his arms around himself. He just had to get out, sitting in that tiny room was going to do him no favours as he replayed the series of events in his mind....

...He walks across the campus, his cheeks slightly tacky from where the cold wind has begun to dry his tears....

...As he walks past the gym hall where Yoongi plays his basketball games he notices that the door is open, the light from the court bursting out into the night sky. Jimin steps closer, now he can see in slightly, remembering the times he has sat in that very building…...

...Jimin is startled left and right by his fellow students yelling and hollering as they all pile into the gymnasium. He doesn’t want to seem too eager and sit in the front row because Yoongi might find that a bit strange so he sits a couple of rows back. He waits patiently for the game to begin, good posture and his hands sat neatly in his lap....

...Booing echoes around the hall as the opposing team come out first and then cheering mixed with screaming and even a few wolf whistles fill his ears when the home team comes out....

...Yoongi is one of the last to come out, his mint hair an interesting colour clash with the school’s red basketball kit. Jimin grins and claps as Yoongi strolls past where he is sat and when he spots him Yoongi gives him a wink....

...A fucking wink....

...That wink can’t have been for him....

...Can it?...

...“Isn’t he?” a female voice says and Jimin looks around for the source. Suddenly Naeyeon is sat beside him and he has no idea when she got there but here she is in her cheerleading uniform....

...“Huh?”...

...“I’m Naeyeon” she extends her hand and Jimin shakes it....

...“Yeah, we have sociology together” he reminds her and she nods. Honestly he is a little disappointed that she didn’t connect the dots as it wasn’t that long ago he witnessed her and Yoongi’s cringeworthy encounter during class. He would have at least thought she would remember him as ‘the one who sits with Yoongi’ if nothing else....

...“He’s cute isn’t he?” she says wistfully, nodding towards Yoongi in the center of the court....

...“Oh I don’t know about that” Jimin mumbles, getting flustered and almost going as red as Yoongi’s jersey....

...“There is nothing more dangerous that a boy with charm” she states....

...Jimin never really understood what she meant before, but now he does....

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