Chapter 2

...When Yoongi walks away, still pink-cheeked, Jimin can’t help but smile to himself. Never in a million years would he have picked Min Yoongi of all people to be an innocent little ******. The look of panic on his face when he was knelt, lube in hand between Jimin’s legs, had not only quelled Jimin’s irritation about him not just getting his damn fingers in him, it had made him feel kind of soft towards Yoongi....

...Jimin is not a ******, having given himself to a fellow runner some 18 months ago or so. Looking back, it wasn’t the best situation. The guy had been a lot older, and far too quick to take advantage of Jimin’s little crush and his eagerness. He thought Dahyun loved him, for real, he told him often enough when he was fucking him into the nearest surface, told him so for months....

...So, when Dahyun had announced his engagement to a woman he’d never even mentioned before, Jimin had been blindsided. He’d been hurt to his very core, and Dahyun hadn’t even bothered to tell him privately. He’d been a fool to believe Dahyun loved him. But his barely fifteen-year-old self had been blindly and stupidly trusting....

...Dahyun had been killed five months later, by a rival gang, his own fault, he’d been muscling in on their territory despite being told not to by Koala and Mouse. Jimin had gone to his funeral, watched his fiancé mourn with a hard heart, hating Dahyun and everything he’d done to him. Under the cover of darkness, he’d slipped back into the graveyard the same night, stood right on top of the freshly dug earth, pulled his **** out and pissed on Dahyun’s grave. The satisfaction had barely lasted once he tucked his **** back away. He collapsed down, sobbing his heart out for his younger self and the pain he’d endured....

...After that, after Dahyun, he’d promised himself never to trust someone like that again. The betrayal had erected a concrete barrier around his heart, keeping him safe....

...These days, he loved sex, loved messing around with people, no strings attached. He wasn’t fussy, loved sucking **** and getting his **** sucked, loved fucking and getting fucked. In the crowd he ran with, there was plenty of willing men, but now Jimin called the shots....

...He may look like a marshmallow, but it had only taken him breaking one guy's arm for the word to get around that if you want to stay intact, you’d better not mess with him....

...Yoongi may not run with the same crowd, but he looked like he did. Which is why his virginity, his innocence was so unexpected, so new, so intriguing....

...When Yoongi left Jimin’s place, his mind was spinning. Jimin had sucked his ****, he’d jerked Jimin off, he’d only gone around to do his homework....

...He barely remembered to stop off at the store for the things his mum wanted, and he did slink down the aisle where he knew the condoms and lube were stocked. His was blushing deep red trying to spot the same lube as Jimin had passed him, but they didn’t have it, and he didn’t want to be stood around trying to choose the right one, was there a right one? For one insane moment, he considered texting Jimin for his advice, before he realised just how fucking weird that would be and hastily paid for the groceries and headed home....

...He ate with his family, he did his homework, he couldn’t bear to bring out the history project so that stayed in his bag. He wanted to jerk off that night, not even able to think of Jimin’s name without getting excited, but that seems weird too. So, with a huff of frustration and a slightly too hard ****, Yoongi makes himself go to sleep....

...It’s with no small jolt that Yoongi realises when he wakes up that last lesson today is history. He’s going to be sat next to Jimin for an entire hour, knowing that Jimin has sucked his **** and Yoongi has touched Jimin’s....

...He agonises all day, dresses carefully, makes sure he smells nice, makes sure he hasn’t dropped food down himself after lunch. When the last lesson finally rolls around Yoongi is more nervous than he’s ever been in his life....

...He isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but it isn’t what he gets, which is nothing. If anything, Jimin is blanker than normal, barely talking to Yoongi, barely acknowledging his existence. And when Yoongi suggests Jimin come over to study that night, he’s rejected with what sounds suspiciously like a bullshit excuse....

...Yoongi doesn’t get it, Jimin came on to him, so he must like him, right? He walks home alone that afternoon more confused than ever. Who sucks someone’s **** and then ignores them the next day?...

...Jimin’s had a shitty night, not his worst, but so many cops hanging around, looking at him sideways, forcing him to slink off where he should be doing good business. And to top it off, Koala had informed him just before he headed out that come Friday, he was going to have an apprentice with him. Some little punk kid with exactly zero running experience, and it was going to be up to Jimin to train him....

...Giving up the night as a loss, Jimin heads back slightly early, jumping on what looked like a deserted bus, only to recognise the only other occupant, lounging right at the back in the centre, wolffish grin on his face....

...“Little Mochi, long time no see,” the man drawls in his almost perfect Korean....

...“Bambam,” Jimin nods....

...He knows him, Bambam runs for the 7’s, Bangtan are in a truce with the 7’s but Bambam is still a rival, and technically right now, Jimin is on their patch....

...“You lost?” Bambam asks him....

...Jimin shakes his head, “shit night, heading home,” he told Bambam....

...To his relief, Bambam sighs, “Yeah, it’s busy out there tonight huh?”...

...“Too busy,” Jimin agrees....

...“You get home safe huh?” Bambam tells him, with just a hint of warning....

...“Not looking to start anything,” Jimin tells him evenly....

...“Good man,” Bambam says, clapping his hand on Jimin’s shoulder as he goes past, ready to get off, “see you around?”...

...Jimin gives him a little amused eyebrow raise, “no doubt,” he confirms....

...Bangtan and the 7’s share a border, so he will definitely run into him again. And despite them being rivals, he and Bambam get on well, trust each other to follow the unwritten rules. Bambam may be a rival, but he’s a good guy....

...Jimin also ignores Yoongi on Wednesday, and Thursday and by Friday Yoongi’s well and truly got the message. He grumpily finishes their supposed group project well ahead of the deadline, glad to get it out of the way and get Park fucking Jimin out of his head and out of his life. It hurts a little bit, but at least he got a **** *** out of it, and his first lesson in boys and how much of an asshole they can be. He’s fine, really....

...So, when Jimin bounces up to him on Friday in the cafeteria, exactly a week after the first time and in exactly the same manner, it’s all Yoongi can do not to punch his stupid smiling face....

...“Hey, want to come over after school? I need to go out at 10 pm-ish but we can get more done?” Jimin offers....

...“It’s done, and I’m busy,” Yoongi tells him, it is at least half the truth....

...“Busy doing what?” Jimin smirks, having the audacity to trail his hand suggestively down Yoongi’s chest....

...Yoongi smacks his hand off sharply, “none of your fucking business,” he bites out, stalking away from a very stunned and very small looking Jimin....

...When Yoongi looks round, Jimin is surrounded by people, petting him, consoling him, shooting evil looks at Yoongi. They act like Jimin is the innocent party, if only they knew....

...Safe to say when Jimin is presented with the rabbit toothed baby-faced idiot that he’s being forced to mentor just hours after Yoongi rejected him, he’s in a foul mood....

...“What the **** is this?” He spits at Mouse, gesturing at the kid who has the fucking cheek to be a good few inches taller than him....

...“This is Bunny,” Mouse replies evenly. “Bunny meet Mochi.”...

...“Hi,” Bunny greeted him with a smile and a reach for a handshake....

...Jimin stayed still....

...“I’m not taking him, he’s about twelve, this is a fucking joke,” he spat....

...“I’m sixteen,” Bunny replied softly....

...“Jimin don’t be an asshole,” Mouse growled at him, breaking the cardinal rule of no real names....

...“What’s his name,” Jimin breathed lowly, hardly daring to believe what Mouse has just done....

...“Bunny,” Mouse told him....

...Jimin shook his head, “you’ve just exposed me to this baby right before you want me to take him out? One little scare and he’s going to be shouting my real fucking name. What’s his? If he takes me down, you’d better believe I’m dragging him down too.”...

...“Look, I’m sorry, that was my mistake though, not his, there’s no need for you to know who he is,” Mouse told him evenly....

...“What’s his name,” Jimin shouted, breathing hard....

...“Jeon Jungkook,” Bunny told him softly, “I don’t scare easily, I’m not going to expose you or put you at risk, I promise.”...

...Jimin looked at him, he’d knowingly walked into the dealing life, so he’d better fucking keep up....

...“Watch me, learn, keep your fucking mouth shut. Expose me to anyone and you won’t need to wait, I’ll end you on the spot,” Jimin threatens Bunny....

...Bunny gulps, but nods....

...“One night,” Jimin tells Mouse, “one wrong move and I’ll fucking leave him behind.”...

...“That’s the spirit,” Mouse told him, smiling knowingly, “I’m sure you boys will get on famously.”...

...Jimin rolled his eyes, reaching for his schoolbag, delving to the bottom for the real treasures it contained....

...He checked it quickly, listing down what he was short on, not even bothering to tell Bunny what he was doing, the kid was watching anyway....

...Mouse slinked off, leaving the two of them alone, Jimin still furious about his real name being exposed....

...“What shall I call you when we’re out?” Bunny asked him softly, voice quiet....

...“Just don’t fucking talk,” Jimin bit at him....

...Bunny gulped again, nodding, “ok,” he confirmed....

...“I’m serious, watch what I do, and then find your own way to do it. You need to stay hidden to the authorities but visible to people who want to buy. No one will trust you to start with, got to earn that trust. You’re going to get hurt, you really want to do this?” Jimin asked him, somewhat curious despite his anger with the general situation, this kid was really far too young. Jimin conveniently forgot he’d been running since he was fourteen....

...“I need to,” Bunny nodded, looking sombre....

...And that was something Jimin understood. He hadn’t come into dealing for the fun, he’d come in because he needed to feed himself and keep a roof over his head. With his dad long gone and his mum in the hospital more often than she was out, he needed a job, and no one was going to hire a fourteen-year-old schoolboy with no experience. Koala and Mouse were still at school then, and their sketchy reputation preceded them. They’d laughed at him to start with, a tiny defenceless little boy like him? So, he’d purposefully goaded someone in the playground, and proceeded to beat the living shit out of them right in front of Koala and Mouse. It wasn’t that so much that had impressed them, it was his acting afterwards, despite the hundreds of witnesses and the fact that the other kid had required hospital treatment and he had barely a scratch on him, Jimin had persuaded the teachers that the other kid had started it, and he’d acted in self-defence. He’d looked so frightened and so small the teacher had put their arm around him, comforting him as he was led away. Behind the teachers back, Jimin had given Koala a wink and a smirk, before dropping right back into his worried little boy act, and the school dealers had been sold to his skills....

...He started with Sunshine, who was every bit as incredulous at Jimin’s addition to the team as he was now to Bunny’s. But Sunshine taught him well, taught him to find the customers and to sell, taught him to negotiate and when to walk away. And most importantly, taught him to fight, taking him to jujitsu and kendo classes until he black belted in both. Sunshine still worked the streets, not in the same way Jimin did. Sunshine was a dancer at heart, and he had favourite spots where he busked during the day. Between routines, when he was catching his breath and drinking water, he dealt. His customers knew where to find him and he got to do what he loved, it was perfect for him. By contrast, Jimin worked the night, he had to with school, visiting lots of locations where his regulars hung out, dipping in and out of pubs and bars, using one of his four fake id’s in random rotation. It was into this world that he took Bunny....

...By the time the dawn was breaking, Jimin had to acknowledge the kid did well. He didn’t speak unless Jimin prompted him, but he watched, closely, and Jimin could see the moments he mentally noted down something. They had a relatively uneventful night, a couple of drunks needing moving away from them, couple of cops to disappear from, nothing out of the ordinary....

...“Well?” Mouse asked when they got back....

...Jimin handed over their takings, “steady,” he reported, “nothing to report.”...

...“Bunny?” Mouse questioned....

...Jimin shrugged, “did what he was told.”...

...“That’s it?” Mouse asked....

...“Got him to do a couple of deals, he did ok, bit shaky, needs more practice, needs to learn to fight,” Jimin told him....

...Mouse nodded, “I’ll get Sunshine to sign him up for classes, we’ll start him easy, he going to be ok?”...

...Jimin looked Bunny up and down, appraising him, somewhat amused when Bunny stood up straighter....

...“He’ll do,” he decided....

...Mouse smiled happily, “excellent, right kid, go home, get some sleep, be back tonight at 8 pm, normally you’d go out at 10 pm but I want you to get in early, meet Sunshine, organise some self-defence and basic fighting classes.”...

...Bunny’s eyes widened at all the information, but he nodded, “yes sir,” he agreed softly....

...“Sir,” Mouse snorted, “I like this one, maybe you should all be calling me sir.”...

...Jimin rolled his eyes, “pass,” he told Mouse....

...By the time he left the sun was already up and he was bone achingly tired, making his way quickly home, crashing out to sleep almost immediately....

...When he woke it was nearly 5 pm and he was starving, quickly ringing and ordering takeout, messing about on his phone until it arrived, not really concentrating until notification of an email from school popped up, a reminder about the history project. And then he was thinking about Yoongi and his temper tantrum in the cafeteria, what had that been about?...

...“Hey, were you serious about the project being done? I’m sorry I haven’t helped much.” Jimin texted Yoongi....

...Yoongi didn’t reply, Jimin’s food came, he ate, played on his phone for a bit, and then, finally....

...“It’s done, I’ll hand it in Monday.”...

...“Ok, thanks Yoongi, that’s awesome, I totally owe you one,” Jimin replied, hoping that Yoongi could feel his sincerity. Having that project off his *** was a major relief....

...On Monday Jimin made an immediate beeline for Yoongi, pulling him into a swift hug, trying not to be too disheartened when Yoongi stood stiff like a board until Jimin let him go....

...“Thank you so much,” he smiled happily, “that thing was stressing me out so much.” He sidled in closer, so his last words were only for Yoongi, “come to mine after school? I owe you another BJ.”...

...He was smirking as he pulled away again, trying to not let it hurt too much that Yoongi looked blank, maybe even mildly disgusted by the suggestion....

...“I’ll pass,” was all Yoongi told him, heading into the classroom and for his normal seat....

...Jimin was going to sit next to him, hoping they could carry on flirting through the class, but Yoongi’s reaction confused him. He’d enjoyed the first **** ***, right? So why did he look so appalled by the idea of another?...

...So Jimin sat at his old desk, alone, his usual partner in crime was still sitting with his project partner. He flashed Jimin a questioning look, asking if he was ok, and Jimin could only shrug....

...The rest of the week went pretty similarly, Yoongi would speak to him if he spoke first, but only to reply to questions. And he never responded to text messages, Jimin began to wonder if Yoongi had blocked him....

...Then on Friday, they were both asked to stay back after class, and their teacher was typically blunt....

...“Did you both work on this project?” she started....

...Jimin and Yoongi looked at each other briefly before turning back to the teacher and nodding simultaneously....

...“Jimin, which bits did you contribute?” he was asked....

...And he panicked, having not been a part of the project since the early planning stages he had very little idea of what Yoongi had turned in, didn’t even read it, and now he was totally kicking himself....

...“I…” he started, employing the biggest puppy dog eyes he could without appearing too obvious....

...“This looks exclusively like Yoongi’s work,” the teacher told him gently....

...Jimin blushed, “we did work together to plan it,” he defended quietly, “I was just struggling a bit with time and stuff, and Yoongi helped me.”...

...He knows it’s playing dirty to mention his time, knows the teaching staff are more than aware of his home situation and cut him some serious slack because of it. But Jimin was happy to play dirty when the need arose....

...The teacher sighed, “Yoongi isn’t going to be able to take your exams for you though Jimin, and you’re falling behind quite significantly now.”...

...Jimin bowed his head, he knew, not only in history, although it was probably his worst subject, he was falling behind with a lot of things. Between trying to keep up with school, working, taking care of his mum and keep his home running he was just kind of drowning....

...“I know,” he told the teacher in a voice so quiet it was barely audible, “I’m sorry, I’m trying.”...

...“We think you need some help Jimin, which is why, if Mr Min is amenable, we’re going to ask him to tutor you, bring you up to speed.”...

...Jimin’s head shot up, not expecting that in a million years, “umm, yeah, that would be good,” he agreed....

...And Yoongi, Yoongi just sat there stunned....

...Jimin turned to him, “please,” he asked softly....

...Yoongi huffed out a long-suffering sigh, “fine,” he agreed, “but you have to actually work, or I’m out.”...

...“Excellent,” the teacher said, smiling happily, “I’ll leave you boys to sort out the details of what suits you best, but I think twice a week would be sensible. Yoongi, let me know if you need any resources to assist you.”...

...They both nodded, taking their leave from the teacher and heading home separately, and Jimin may have been slightly disappointed that Yoongi didn’t even say goodbye....

...Tutoring Jimin isn’t as bad as he feared, sure he can’t knock off the flirting and he has the attention span of a dog outside a butcher’s shop, but Yoongi can see he’s trying....

...It’s been four weeks since the project was turned in and they were called out. They’ve since re-turned in the project, this time with Jimin actually doing half of the work, and they’ve worked steadily through what they’ve already covered in class, Yoongi finding it useful revision, Jimin seemingly learning it all for the first time....

...And four weeks into it, they’re civil, Yoongi isn’t hurt anymore over Jimin’s rejection of him and he’s wondering if they might actually end up being friends....

...It's at five weeks when the shit really hits the fan....

...They’re at school, it’s a normal day, they don’t even have a class together today, no reason for them to see each other. Yoongi heads to the boy’s bathrooms towards the end of lunch, for a quick piss before class starts back up in ten minutes or so. One of the cubicles is locked when he walks over to the urinals, not noteworthy in the slightest, until he’s halfway through his piss and there is a very tiny little breathy moan from the otherwise empty room. He has to have misheard, because it sounds like someone just came in there, more specifically, it sounds like Jimin just came, and Yoongi has flashbacks to jerking Jimin off in his bed, which is not where he needs his mind to go right now when his **** is in his hand....

...He washes his hands, not paying attention to the cubicle where he can hear clothes being rearranged and the toilet flushing. He is resolutely not looking when the door opens, so Jimin’s voice startles him....

...“Yoongi? That was you?” he asked, blush staining his cheeks....

...For a mad second, Yoongi thinks Jimin is accusing him of orgasming in the school bathroom, so he just stares at him....

...“I’m sorry,” Jimin continues, “point of no return,” and he smirks....

...“You…?” Yoongi starts, “in there?”...

...Jimin nods....

...“You jerked off at school?” Yoongi asks incredulously....

...Jimin shrugs, “got horny.”...

...“At school?” Yoongi asks him again....

...“Gym class, showers, I’m very gay,” Jimin tells Yoongi before smiling slyly. “Did you like listening?”...

...“What?” Yoongi choked out....

...Jimin stepped in closer, too close, “can't help noticing your, umm, situation there,” he told Yoongi softly, nudging his hip slightly against Yoongi’s crotch, making Yoongi realise that thinking about Jimin, ***** and *** covered on his bed, had had an effect....

...“Let me suck your ****,” Jimin says in the most seductive tone Yoongi has ever heard from anyone, “please, you know I’m good, I’ll be good for you Yoongi, I promise.”...

...Yoongi’s mind must have evaporated or something because for the life of him he can’t figure out why he nods....

...Jimin grins, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the very same stall he’s just been masturbating in, and the mental image of Jimin, **** in hand, makes Yoongi full-on twitch in his school trousers. And Jimin fucking sees it....

...“Excited?” he asks, locking the door behind them and wasting no time getting onto his knees, “me too, you’ve got such a nice ****, perfect for sucking.”...

...Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s belt, making short work of unbuckling and unzipping him, making eye contact with Yoongi as he tugs both the trousers and his underwear over Yoongi’s *** and halfway down his thighs....

...“So hard for me already,” Jimin whines, opening his mouth and starting to suck his way down Yoongi’s ****....

...He has his hands on Yoongi’s hips, steadying himself, holding Yoongi, and Yoongi isn’t even looking, the sensations of Jimin’s wet and warm mouth are so much, he can’t look too....

...Then Jimin’s hands are gone, and Yoongi is confused, looking down to see the positively sinful sight of Jimin’s plump lips stretched abound his ****, nose tickling at his pubic hair. Yoongi drops one hand to the top of Jimin’s head, cupping the back of his head carefully, not pushing him, just holding him. Jimin’s hands have dropped between his legs, scrabbling to undo his own trousers. When he gets his hand on his length, Jimin pulls off, looking up at Yoongi with pleading eyes,...

...“pull my hair,” he begs, “please Yoongi, pull my hair.”...

...Yoongi whimpers, running his fingers deep into Jimin’s hair and gripping him....

...“Yes, perfect,” Jimin whines, sucking Yoongi back into his mouth....

...One hand returns to Yoongi’s hip as Jimin bobs faster, chasing something, and in a startling moment of clarity, Yoongi realises Jimin is close, his hand working over his **** while he sucks Yoongi’s....

...Yoongi watches, watches Jimin sucking him, watches him jerking himself off, and then it’s too much....

...“Jimin,” he gasps, “gonna ***.”...

...Jimin looks him in the eyes, acknowledging him, and then suddenly his eyes slam shut, his eyebrows furrow, and he cums on the floor between Yoongi’s legs. It’s enough, it’s too much, and Yoongi cums too, down Jimin’s throat again, but this time Jimin doesn’t jerk back in surprise, this time Jimin swallows him down, and Yoongi thinks he may never stop cumming....

...He does, of course, maybe ten seconds before the bell signalling the end of lunch rings. They clean up in a hurry, both flushed and breathing hard, rushing off to their classes, and away from each other....

...He is supposed to go to Yoongi’s tonight for tutoring, but how? He’d been jerking off in the bathroom, which wasn’t his fault really. He’d had gym before lunch, that would have been bad enough, glisteningly sweaty boys running about the place, with their macho posturing. But the showers were pure torture, ***** guys, so many dicks, so many possibilities. Jimin always showered quick, and, apart from a little bit of good-natured ribbing about his shyness, no one took any notice. But it had been weeks since he’d been laid in any form, Yoongi had been the last one to touch him, and so sue him, he’d been painfully horny....

...And of course, of course, Yoongi had been the one to walk in. He knew he was taking a risk, but figured if he jerked off quick, he might just get away with it. When someone had come in, he’d tried to stop, really tried, but his ****** had been so close, so he bit his lip hard, and finished....

...He still doesn’t know if he’s more shocked that Yoongi had got hard listening to him, or that he’d let Jimin suck him off again. But it’s made him think, and yeah, maybe freak out a bit. Either way, he cannot face Yoongi tonight....

...The truth is, no one has touched him since Yoongi because he hasn’t wanted anyone else to touch him, and he hadn’t touched anyone else either. He wants Yoongi, he wants Yoongi to want him, and it’s scaring the shit out of him. He hasn’t liked anyone since Dahyun and look what a fucking mess that turned out to be....

...So, he doesn’t go to Yoongi’s that night, he avoids him at school for the rest of the week, he sees the hurt in Yoongi’s eyes, and he hates himself....

...But they wouldn’t work, they couldn’t work. Despite what he looks like, Yoongi is a good guy, a sweet guy, and innocent guy. And Jimin isn’t. He is a drug dealer, a slut, a manipulative bastard, bad news. And Yoongi doesn’t deserve that. Yoongi deserves someone who will love him, take care of him, treat him like a prince. The sad truth is that Yoongi deserves better....

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