How To Be A Hoe

14 | Food

You froze underneath him.

Jimin tensed, rolling off you. He lay next to you on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing.

His exhales came in pants, and he wondered how long he had been kissing you.

Weirdly, he didn't regret it.

Another knock. "Jimin?" A voice called out suspiciously.

Jungkook.

You squeaked unintentionally, and immediately felt something warm come down over your mouth firmly. Jimin had covered your mouth, his other hand spread out on the sheets as he widened his eyes at you, mouthing 'shut up'.

Your flushed face, wide eyes, and messy hair gave him some solace that you had enjoyed it as much as you, but it turned him on even more.

He tried to reign in his raging desire, chest rising and falling as he panted due to the previous lack of sufficient oxygen. Jimin tried to clear his throat.

"Yeah?" He called back, voice still a little hoarse from the kiss, or rather, the lewd noises that had come out of his mouth during it.

"We were waiting for you..." Jungkook's voice trailed off. "After you and your roommate walked off, we thought you both were hungry, because you were looking for food earlier today..."

You flushed when your mind came up with an inappropriate analogy for that.

"So?" Jimin asked.

"Well," Jungkook seemed to hesitate. "We tried looking for her, but we couldn't find her anywhere, so we assumed she was with someone. But if you still want to eat, come on downstairs." He paused, and in his next statement, both of you could hear the smirk in his voice. "But I think you had your...feast."

Jimin rolled his eyes. Cheeky kid. "I'll be there, Kook," he replied, disgruntled. "You can go downstairs, I'll be a while."

Jungkook laughed, and a moment later, his footsteps sounded on the stairs.

You bolted up from the bed, not ready to believe what you had been about to do. "I should be going,” you said through gritted teeth, subconsciously touching your neck where he had kissed you. “And, uh, so should you.”

Jimin did not reply, staring at you in amusement.

Offering the still-silent boy a fleeting, dark look, you finally left the room as a hot mess, slamming the door shut behind you.

Jimin chuckled to himself, though he was internally a little scared by how close he had been to completely losing it.

He glanced down at the obvious bulge in his swimming trunks.

Two boners in a day, he thought to himself. Impressive, kitten.

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Midnight.

Feeling a little unstable, you had eventually went back to your room, refusing to eat, and plopped down on the big bed. Thinking that your daze after the extreme make-outing would go away later.

Right.

The party was still alive, even at the late (or rather, early) hour, the people around you throbbing with energy like a second pulse. Your own heartbeat was thready, speeding up every time you accidentally recalled the look in a certain silver smartass's eyes as he had leaned down to kiss you.

As it had been a long time since the start of the party, the energy was more familiar than before. People were still mingling, greeting friends and strangers alike with light touches to the shoulder or a brush of their lips against an earlobe. Most people ignored you, though—and you were aware of the reason, very aware of it, as you reached up to habitually touch the stinging skin on your neck where bruises were probably already beginning to form.