Chapter 1

...Yoongi was a devil and Jimin was an angel, this was the accepted truth....

...Yoongi was bleach blonde, wore ripped jeans, black t-shirt and silver chains. He swore, he barely tolerated anyone at school, and rumour had it that he had a tattoo on his left shoulder despite it being illegal. Min Yoongi was clearly not to be messed with....

...Jimin, on the other hand, was an angel, a sweetheart. Baby pink hair, and chubby cheeks that often blushed prettily. His clothes always seemed too big for him, sleeves falling over his little fingers, he was the epitome of adorable....

...They were total opposites, unlikely to ever interact, until Jimin missed a day of school, and came back to find the rest of the class already paired up, and only one possible partner available. Even the teacher looked apologetic when she explained to Jimin that he and Yoongi would need to work together on their history project, traditionally one of Jimin’s weakest subjects. He nodded bravely though, making his way to the empty chair beside Yoongi, a chair he’d never seen occupied before....

...Yoongi wordlessly pushed a piece of paper onto his desk the minute he sat down, a handout Jimin assumes they’d been given yesterday, details of the project. It was daunting, Jimin already knew he was probably fucked on this one, but he had to make the effort....

...That is why, two days later, Friday after school, he found himself sat at the Min family dining table with Yoongi beside him....

...Yoongi wasn’t what he was expecting, he barely spoke, but there was something about him, something endearing, and Jimin wasn’t afraid. Quite the contrary actually, up close, Yoongi was beautiful, all delicate bones, porcelain skin and a pouty little doll mouth. Jimin wondered exactly what he could do with that mouth and the pretty little tongue that peeked out to wet his lips every now and then....

...They worked for an hour or so, Yoongi clearly having a far better grip on the subject matter than Jimin did, and he was content to sit back and watch Yoongi work, and idly fantasise about him....

...“Are you actually listening?” Yoongi asked him eventually, obviously catching on to Jimin’s increasingly drifting thoughts....

...Jimin blushed, cursing his traitorous face once again....

...“Sorry,” he smiled, “I’m kind of lost.”...

...Yoongi sighed, sounding so much older than his years. “Shall we leave it here for today?” He asked....

...Jimin checked his watch, surprised how late it already was, “shit yes, sorry, I’ve got to go,” he stated, standing up and haphazardly stuffing his things into his school bag....

...“Somewhere you need to be?” Yoongi asked curiously....

...“About half an hour ago,” Jimin nodded, “surprised I haven’t had a call.”...

...He checked his phone, groaning out when he realised he must have knocked it to silent....

...“Fuck,” he bit out, hastily returning the call despite Yoongi still being there. Koala and Mouse were usually forgiving but it was Friday night, one of their busiest, and he was probably in trouble....

...“I’m on my way,” he told Mouse when he answered....

...“You have ten minutes, you’re not irreplaceable you know,” Mouse bit back....

...“I know, I was doing homework, lost track of time,” Jimin explained hastily, “but I’ll be there.”...

...“Homework? Since when?” Mouse asked sounding amused....

...“Group project, no choice,” Jimin grunted back, hanging up a second after Mouse did....

...Yoongi was watching him, amused....

...“Parents?” He asked....

...“No, well yeah, sort of,” Jimin stumbled out wanting to kick himself....

...Yoongi just raised one eyebrow, walking him to the door, telling him he’d see him at school Monday, and they’d figure out their next project meeting then....

...Jimin made it to work, nearly an hour late, to a very pissed off reception from Koala....

...“I rang Mouse,” Jimin defended, as soon as he saw the look on his boss’s face....

...“It’s Friday night Jimin, you want this gig or not?” Koala growled at him....

...“You know I do,” Jimin grumbled back, “I’ll go out now.”...

...“Stock up first,” Koala told him as if he didn’t already know....

...He nodded, making his way to the back room, quickly checking what he had buried deep in his school bag, noting what he needed on a scrap of paper and taking it to Mouse, getting another unnecessary lecture about his timekeeping....

...Once he had what he needed he was back out again, working the usual route until the first lights of dawn began to peek over the horizon and he could return to Koala and Mouse and hand over his takings....

...Jimin was small and cute, he wore oversized clothing and carried his backpack on both shoulders like he was younger than he was. The only attention he ever attracted from authority figures was concern, people wanting to make sure he was ok and safe in the neighbourhoods he travelled through....

...Jimin was small and cute, but his oversized clothing held secrets. His body was compact but deceptively strong, and he had a couple of black belts now to prove he could handle himself in a fight. And, just in case that wasn’t enough, he kept a knife in a purpose-made sheath strapped to the side of his calf muscle, and he knew how to use that too....

...Jimin may look small and cute, but he was anything but, he was, in fact, Koala and Mouses’s most successful drug dealer....

...Yoongi was confused, Jimin was supposed to be shy and blushy, but the way Jimin looked at him when they were supposed to be doing homework was almost predatorial. He hadn’t noticed at first, but once he did, he couldn’t stop noticing, the way Jimin looked at his mouth, at his hands, it made him feel... something....

...Monday morning, back at school, everything was normal. No one spoke to him unless they had to, and his mask of indifference held firm. But then Jimin bounded up to him at lunch, all smiles, like they were friends, and invited Yoongi to his house after school for them to carry on with their project. Yoongi just nodded, accepting Jimin’s suggestion to meet just outside the school gates after lessons ended....

...Yoongi was there first, loitering awkwardly, watching others chatting with their friends, ignoring him, moving away as if he might bite....

...But Jimin was grinning again when he finally turned up, late, with no excuses, and Yoongi followed him back to his house....

...It was small, a really small two-bedroom apartment. The dining room was non-existent, the kitchen just an extension of the lounge, the bathroom didn’t even have space for a bath....

...Jimin’s room was the bigger of the two, with space for his bed, a wardrobe and a desk and very little else. The desk was already cluttered with belongings, and Yoongi had no idea where they were supposed to work, he should have suggested his place again....

...Jimin just shrugged, pulling his duvet straighter and throwing their project down in the middle of the bed, sitting on one end, gesturing for Yoongi to sit at the other....

...They were working barely half an hour this time before Jimin was struggling to stay focused. The outline was done, but he really didn’t have much to contribute to the actual contents, and Yoongi was surprised. Jimin was a star pupil at school, supposedly sailing through his classes, but from what Yoongi could see he really wasn’t all that exceptional....

...“Are you hungry?” Jimin suddenly asked....

...“Umm, I guess?” Yoongi replied, concentrating on what he was writing....

...“Cool, I’ll go grab us some snacks,” Jimin told him happily, bouncing off the bed, making Yoongi’s pen drag along his paper in a very annoying line....

...Yoongi sighed, putting it down, gathering the papers, realising that once the snacks were here Jimin would be well and truly distracted....

...When Jimin returned, empty-handed, his face downturned, “sorry,” he started, “I thought we had stuff.”...

...“It’s ok,” Yoongi told him, “I guess I’ll go, have a look at what we’ve got at home later ok?”...

...Jimin looked down at the now clear space in front of Yoongi, “you need to be home?” He asked....

...Yoongi shrugged, “probably.”...

...“Want to fool around a bit before you go?” Jimin asked him with a smirk Yoongi really hadn’t expected....

...“What?” He questioned dumbly....

...“Unless you’re straight?” Jimin checked, “no hard feelings if you are.”...

...“You want to… with me?” Yoongi checked, convinced he probably looked like a stereotypical deer caught in the headlights....

...Jimin’s smirk grew and he swaggered over closer to the bed, closer to Yoongi....

...“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly, “you’re cute, and I’m really fucking horny, it’s been weeks,” he groaned softly, pressing his hand non too subtly into his crotch....

...“Weeks since…?” Yoongi questioned weakly....

...“I got laid,” Jimin told him boldly, “you up for it?”...

...“Sex?” Yoongi squeaked....

...“Yeah,” Jimin said, “or blow jobs, man I’d settle for a hand job I didn’t have to do myself you know?” He grinned....

...And Yoongi just sat, looking at Jimin’s candy floss pink hair, his sweater paws, wondering just what in the world of **** was going on....

...“Yoongi?” Jimin questioned, “Did I break you?” He had the audacity to let out a little giggle....

...“I don’t…I haven’t,” Yoongi stammered out....

...“No fucking way,” Jimin said, holding one hand up as if Yoongi was actually going to keep talking. “You’re a ******?”...

...Yoongi blushed, not liking the feeling one little bit, “Yeah, so?”...

...“Oh ****, wild, I never imagined… I mean you look like that, and your rep,” Jimin trailed off, “bet you don’t even have that tattoo do you?” He finished with another smirk....

...“Do too,” Yoongi mumbled petulantly....

...“Yeah?” Jimin breathed, “show me?”...

...It wasn’t on his shoulder, it was on his upper arm, but Yoongi still had to take off his hoodie to show Jimin and drag his t-shirt sleeve up as high as it would go. It had been there since he was sixteen years old, and he’d swiped his brothers ID in order to get him into the back-street tattoo parlour....

...Jimin traced one finger lightly over the coloured skin, trying to make sense of it....

...“What does it mean?” He asked Yoongi....

...He shrugged, “there’s a story,” he told Jimin shortly....

...“I’ll bet,” Jimin replied, “I’m not going to get to hear it today am I?”...

...Yoongi shook his head, “no,” he agreed....

...Jimin just nodded, “ok,” he told Yoongi, trailing his fingers down Yoongi’s arm, across his hand and squeezing Yoongi’s fingers gently between his....

...“God I really want these inside of me,” he told Yoongi, softly, needily....

...“You’re messing with me,” Yoongi told him....

...Jimin smiled, reaching down to the hem of his hoodie, grabbing a couple of handfuls and pulling it off over his head, leaving him topless in front of Yoongi....

...Jimin did not look like he’d expected him to. Under his soft pastel layers, Jimin has been crafted by the gods. He had muscles everywhere, his arms, chest and stomach were ridiculously well defined and Yoongi’s little gay ****** heart nearly gave out on him....

...“So, can I suck you off or something?” Jimin asked....

...“What?” Yoongi breathed, still staring at Jimin’s ***** chest, fully aware just how hard he was in his way too tight jeans....

...“Please,” Jimin asked, “you can tell me if you don’t like it, I promise I’ll stop.”...

...Yoongi choked out an involuntary laugh at that, what are the chances he isn’t going to like Jimin’s plump lips around his ****? He’s literally throbbing at the thought....

...People don’t approach Yoongi, he looks scary, he doesn’t talk to anyone, his experience with dating other people is exactly zero. So, having Jimin, pretty, innocent Jimin begging to suck his cock is all kinds of overwhelming. He just nods, and Jimin’s face splits into the most beautiful grin....

...“Come here,” Jimin tells him, pulling him gently to sit at the edge of the bed, pushing his legs apart and dropping down to kneel between them. He placed both palms on Yoongi’s thighs, squeezing just slightly before reaching for Yoongi’s belt and slowly unbuckling it, all while holding eye contact with Yoongi. It’s so much....

...“Gonna take you out ok?” Jimin checked as he reached into Yoongi’s boxers, fingers skimming along the side of his ****....

...Even just that contact, someone else touching him was unreal, and Yoongi wonders exactly how the **** they got from history homework to blow jobs....

...“Oh Yoongi,” Jimin sighed softly, looking at his straining ****, “you’re perfect.”...

...Without another word he dipped his head into Yoongi’s lap, finally breaking the intense eye contact, only to replace it with something infinitely better, and infinitely worse....

...Jimin sucked just the tip of Yoongi’s **** into his mouth, using his tongue to flick gently along Yoongi’s slit, and Yoongi couldn’t watch anymore, letting himself drop backwards onto the bed, letting Jimin have him....

...And have him he did, letting out a little giggle, Yoongi didn’t even know you could giggle with a **** in your mouth, Jimin slid right down, engulfing him fully, and Yoongi came instantly, unable to hold out any longer, distantly hearing Jimin’s squawk and feeling the warmth and the wet disappearing from his ****....

...There was silence afterwards, and, as Yoongi sat back up, he saw why. Jimin was sat on his knees, eyes closed, face liberally striped with ***, and Yoongi burned with both shame and another jolt of arousal at that scene....

...“Oh shit Jimin, I’m sorry,” he gasped, grabbing for the handy box of tissues on Jimin’s nightstand and pushing a few into his hand....

...“Ok, lesson one,” Jimin told him once he could open his eyes again, “warn the person who’s sucking you off that you’re gonna ***.”...

...Yoongi just nodded, his face burning red. Not only was that probably the shortest **** *** in the history of blow jobs, but he came in Jimin’s mouth and all over his face without permission....

...“You wanna carry on or shall I go take care of this myself?” Jimin asked him, indicating at his own crotch where his erection was now very obvious....

...“I…I don’t know how,” Yoongi told him softly....

...Jimin smiled, “I can teach you.”...

...And once again, Yoongi just nodded....

...“How opposed to fingering me are you?” Jimin asked him directly....

...Yoongi huffed out a little sigh, he’d literally just ***, and he was already getting turned on again at just the thought....

...“Umm, I can,” he told Jimin....

...“Excellent,” Jimin grinned, standing up, unfastening his trousers, pushing them down his legs, taking his underwear with them, leaving him unashamedly ***** in front of Yoongi....

...He turned, reaching into his bedside table drawer, bending over slightly in front of Yoongi, making him involuntarily groan out at the sight of Jimin’s peachy ***** ***, making him freak out slightly that Jimin actually wanted Yoongi’s fingers inside of him....

...“You ok?” Jimin checked with a grin....

...“You’re just… gorgeous,” Yoongi choked out....

...Jimin smiled again, more shyly this time, “thank you,” he told Yoongi....

...“So, lube,” he started, holding up the bottle, “non-negotiable with *** play, vaginas get wet, asses just don’t ok?”...

...Yoongi nodded....

...“You wanna take some clothes off?” Jimin asked him....

...“I…” Yoongi started....

...“Might be more comfortable, leave your boxers on if you want, but the jeans should go,” Jimin told him assertively....

...Yoongi stood up from the bed, suddenly aware that his **** was still hanging out, hastily yanking his boxers back up his hips he pushed off his jeans as Jimin led on the bed, spreading his legs, fisting his cock as he watched Yoongi strip....

...Down to his underwear, Yoongi was at a loss, until Jimin reached for him, passing him the lube....

...“I’m clean,” Jimin told him, “and I fingered myself last night so probably not too tight, but use that, start with one finger ok?”...

...The thought of Jimin alone in this very bed, fingers up his *** less than 24 hours ago wasn’t helping Yoongi freak out less, but he hid it as well as he could....

...He knelt down between Jimin’s huge thighs, frozen, lube bottle in hand....

...“Hey, you doing ok?” Jimin checked....

...Yoongi looked at his face, swallowing hard, he really wasn’t ok....

...“Come here,” Jimin told him, closing his legs slightly and reaching to pull Yoongi into a hug, “Don’t have to do anything ok?”...

...Jimin’s hug was surprisingly tender and gentle, and he stroked one soothing hand through Yoongi’s hair....

...“I’m going too fast huh?” He asked....

...Yoongi shook his head to deny it, knowing it was a lie, feeling bad because he’d got off and Jimin was still hard....

...Still held in Jimin’s arms, Yoongi found a daring he didn’t know he had, reaching down Jimin’s toned stomach to his ****, taking it in his fist and stroking it gently....

...“Oh Yoongi, yes,” Jimin sighed out, back arching slightly into his touch....

...He tightened his grip slightly, stroking Jimin with more confidence, this he knew how to do....

...“Lube, use a bit of lube,” Jimin asked....

...Yoongi let him go, finding the lube bottle and dripping some in his palm. He hasn’t used lube on himself, far too mortified to buy it, but as soon as he strokes it up Jimin’s ****, feels the slick slide it gives him, he knows he needs to get some for himself....

...Jimin falls back onto the bed, arms behind his head, watching Yoongi touch him, making the best and most encouraging noises Yoongi has ever heard. And when he makes Jimin ***, feels him pulsating in his hand, watches him paint pretty stripes up his belly, watches it drip and run obscenely between his muscles, Yoongi feels more powerful than he ever has before....

...This time Jimin passes Yoongi the tissues, to wipe off his hand, for both the lube and the ***. He doesn’t wipe himself off immediately though, he smiles down at the sight. And Yoongi can’t help but dip down and kiss Jimin’s belly, right over a stripe of ***, licking it off his own lips, wondering what it tastes like....

...He’s rewarded with a look of shock from Jimin, before the more familiar knowing smirk is back....

...And then Yoongi’s phone rings and ruins everything....

...He can barely talk to his mum, can hardly concentrate, looking at Jimin spread out ***** and *** covered on his bed, the taste of Jimin still in his mouth. But he has to go home, has to leave Jimin, he doesn’t want to....

...He pouts as he agrees with his mum, he’ll be home soon, he’ll pick up the groceries she needs on the way, and maybe he’ll be brave enough to buy his first bottle of lube but he wont be telling her that....

...He and Jimin redress, they don’t talk about what happened, but Jimin is soft with him, careful, and he pecks him lightly on the lips as he leaves, Yoongi’s first kiss....

...They haven’t finished the project, they’ll have to get together again, and Yoongi can’t help but wonder if they’ll do this again, do more. He wants it....

...Yoongi was a devil and Jimin was an angel, this was the accepted truth, but it wasn’t the reality. Jimin was a whole bundle of contradictions, and so was Yoongi, they were opposites, they shouldn’t work, but maybe, just maybe, they would....

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