Jimin laid sprawled out on his tummy across Taehyung's exquisite bed, a pencil between his teeth while he worked through a chapter for his Economics class. He was growing fairly frustrated by how complicated this chapter was proving to be.

Being the heir to a worldwide company landed him in one of Seoul's most prestigious Universities and honestly it sucked.

The blonde male had never considered himself to be extremely intelligent. He had always done decently well in school, but wouldn't retain much of the information after he took the exam. After writing down another wrong answer to a practice question, the boy groaned in annoyance, tugging at his roots.

He glanced up at Taehyung who was currently working on a project on his laptop over on his desk across the room, his back turned to Jimin in his seat.

Jimin pouted, jutting his bottom lip out adorably. The younger male has been glued to his computer since he arrived earlier this afternoon. Barely sparing Jimin any of his attention.

Of course, Taehyung has been extremely busy with his own family's business. His father has been giving Taehyung more and more responsibilities, and it typically consumes most of the younger's time.

But it makes Jimin feel that much more lonely. It's been almost two weeks since the two have really interacted.

"Tae..." Jimin mumbled.

"Hmm?" The younger hummer, not taking his eyes away from his computer screen.

Jimin audibly whined, "I've been here for almost three hours and you have yet to give me any attention..." Jimin sat up, sitting criss cross applesauce with his hands in his lap, staring at the back of Taehyung's head expectantly.

Taehyung sighed and swiveled his chair around. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and glanced up at his boyfriend. Once Jimin was finally able to get a decent look at his younger boyfriend, the bags under his eyes were evident.

He looks like he hasn't slept in days. Jimin thought.

"I know, I'm sorry, Jiminie. I really am" he exhaled. "It's just... my dad has me leading the presentation for our next promotion and it's a really big deal. It's in front of some really important people and I can't screw it up. This is a really big test for me."

Jimin's eyes widened. It really was a huge deal. Jimin was no where close to this kind of step within Park Industries. His mom had just returned home from some huge business trip Yoongi had told him about, and he didn't even know what it was for. He's nowhere ready to take over his family's business.

He was genuinely proud of all of Taehyung's hard work and success, but part of him couldn't help but be slightly envious. He wished that he had the same kind of ambition Taehyung has shown, but he doesn't want to run Park Industries.

But he also craved attention from the man that was supposed to become his husband someday. An idea sparked in his mind.

"It sounds to me like you need a break to relax" Jimin sultrily spoke.

Jimin slowly stood from the bed and strutted over to the younger, swinging his hips from side to side languidly. Once in front of Taehyung, he turned his chair back around toward the computer and placed his hands on Taehyung's shoulders, massaging them.

His boyfriend let out a deep sigh at the feeling of his muscles being soothed with each press of Jimin's magical hands. Jimin gave the best massages. Taehyung threw his head back and let out a moan of satisfaction, his eyes clenched tight.

Typically, that kind of sound escaping the younger would make Jimin bite his lip while he felt his member twitch awake inside his tight, black pants... but this time he didn't feel anything like that toward Taehyung, and it was strange.

Jimin turned the younger around once again. And leaned down, becoming eye level with him in the chair. Jimin stared into Taehyung's eyes for a moment, studying him.

"What is it Jiminie?" The future business man asked.

"Nothing... I'm just thinking."

Taehyung gulped as Jimin drew in closer. "About what?"

Something was off to Jimin, and he couldn't place it. He wanted to test something out for himself.

"You've been so stressed... so I was thinking of a way to help you really relax." The older bit his bottom lip in a seductive manner, dragging his teeth across it, and letting it go with a pop sound.

He had liked the way he was able to feel so in control the night he had recently spent with Yoongi. And though, that night should have never happened, Jimin couldn't help but be slightly happy that it had. He was able to learn something new about himself and his sensual side.

He liked the idea of keeping things interesting in the bedroom and he wanted to have that with Taehyung... the man he's supposed to marry someday.

The desk chair squeaked when the added weight from Jimin straddling the younger caused the chair to tilt back a bit. Before Taehyung could protest, Jimin leaned in and pressed his lips against his, causing Taehyung to make a sound of surprise into the older's mouth.

Jimin let his fingers tangle in the curly, brunette hair on the back of Taehyung's head, pulling the male beneath him even closer. Taehyung naturally placed his hands on Jimin's waist, not only to steady Jimin, but to steady himself. He was completely caught off guard.

The way Jimin so desperately and aggressively kissed the younger male made it feel forced, like he was trying to prove to himself that he wanted this.

Suddenly, the older boyfriend hopped off of Taehyung's lap and pulled him up by the hand, dragging him toward the bed. "I want to show you something," Jimin panted, "Let me help you relax. I'll do all of the work. I- I want to ride you." He pushed the taller male down so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, just like Yoongi started out.

Taehyung's cheeks heated up. This was all too sudden and he's just so so tired.

Jimin started to lift up the hem of his thin, striped t-shirt, but before he could lift it very far, Taehyung held up his hands. "Jimin, stop!"

The blonde male halted his movements mid-way, his shirt half-lifted up, and he looked at Taehyung with a bewildered expression, confused as to why the other would ask him to stop so abruptly.

"Jimin... baby... I-I'm not really in the mood right now. I've been so tired and this is so unexpected..."

It was silent. Jimin stared at the other blankly, slowly letting his shirt fall, concealing his mid-section again.

"Don't look like that, babe" Taehyung continued. "Maybe we can just cuddle instead. At least for a bit before I have to go back to work."

There was disappointment painted across Jimin's face. He furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his hands to his sides.

Once again, Taehyung was rejecting him.

Taehyung knew that look from Jimin all too well now. "Aww, no Jiminie, please don't give me-"

"Don't give you what, Tae? This look!?" Jimin's voice rose, giving away the hurt he was feeling. "You're always doing this to me! You push me away! Am I not-" his voice hitched, and tears were forming in his eyes. "Am I not attractive to you?"

Taehyung visibly seemed taken aback by the older's outburst. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he wasn't exactly sure what he should say in this situation, so he chose to closed it again.

But that may have been the wrong choice.

Jimin let out a scoff of disbelief. "Huh... wow, okay." The older male sounded hurt and angry. "I can't believe this." He shook his head.

"Wait, Jimin! That's not it!" Taehyung panicked.

"How the hell am I supposed to believe that, Taehyung!?" Jimin was shouting now. "Every time I attempt to take things a little further or to spice things up just the slightest bit, you shut me down! Why am I not good enough for you Taehyung!?"

For a moment, neither one of them said anything. Jimin's chest rose up and down with his heavy breathing. Taehyung sat still, deciphering what the right words were to make his significant other feel better. He didn't know how to explain that it wasn't true.

But the younger may have been too hesitant.

"Fine! I guess if that's how you feel, than I can't do anything about it!" Jimin threw his hands in the air in surrender. A tear started to stream down the older's cheek as he turned toward the door, not wanting to stay another second in Taehyung's elaborate bedroom.

Now Taehyung knows he's really fucked up. "Wait, Jimin! No! That's not true!" He stood from the bed, instantly following him. "I didn't have time to process this, so I couldn't explain myself. Please don't go!"

When Jimin turned around, there were tears streaming down his cheeks. "Just stop" he whispered. "I can't see you right now. We can talk about this later."

And with that, the blonde stormed away, wiping the tears that continued to fall, leaving Taehyung alone and completely distraught by what had just happened.

He couldn't help but blame himself. He truly has been negectful. The young business man walked back to his desk and plopped himself down in his seat, letting his head fall back. He reached up and tugged at his dark roots in frustration with himself.

I'm an idiot.

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Outside of Taehyung's apartment, Jimin sat on the floor against his front door, his knees curled up to his chest, fighting the constant stream of tears.

Why should I even have the right to cry? He thought.

And realistically, Jimin doesn't deserve to even cry over something like Taehyung not finding him physically attractive after what he's done. He's slept with someone else who had-

At that thought, Jimin's crying instantly ceased. He wiped the leftover tear tracks and snot from his face with the side of his arm and stood back up.

If Taehyung didn't find Jimin sexy, than fine. There was someone else who did.

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The door slammed open with a loud bang. Jimin stomped into his mansion with hurried, angry footsteps. He knew what he was wanting right now and he didn't care what or who tried to get in his way.

Yoongi was standing in the kitchen, casually pouring himself a glass of lemonade. When the young, blonde heir threw the kitchen doors open, the older almost dumped the whole pitcher all over the counter and tile floor.

"Jimin! What the hell was that about? You almost made me-"

Before Yoongi could even get his sentence out, Jimin grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and harshly smashed his lips against the other's.

At first, Yoongi didn't react. He stayed frozen in place, utterly confused by the boy's actions. But then, he realized how preposterous this whole scenario was and the fact that his wife could walk into the room at any given moment, so he shoved the younger away.

"Please, I w-want you right n-now." Jimin desperately whined.

Without sparing a second, Yoongi dragged Jimin by the arm down the hallway.

Feeling almost like a movie scene switch, Jimin's back was suddenly slammed against the door of some random room. Yoongi had Jimin trapped between his arms, pinning him against the door.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The older asked, a curious, but annoyed look on his face.

"Really Yoongi? The laundry room?" Jimin deadpanned, ignoring the question, and looking around the large room where their housekeepers washed their clothes.

"So after telling me to leave you alone after we last had sex, you just barge into the kitchen, where your mom could literally walk in on us in any moment, and ask me to dick you down again?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, looking a little smug.

Jimin fisted his hands in Yoongi's t-shirt, pulling his body closer. "I know that I acted a little harsh last time and I also know that we should have never hooked-up in the first place..."

"Yeah?"

"But," Jimin continued, "I decided that I don't really give a fuck anymore." With that, he pulled the older into an open mouthed kiss, which Yoongi energetically returned, pressing himself completely against the smaller male.

Yoongi pulled away for a moment to ask, "What's with us and kissing against doors?"

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up and kiss me."

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Yeah really? What's with Jimin and Yoongi and doors? It started as a coincidence and now it's their thing I've decided.

I feel like this story is a hot mess, but I hope you guys are enjoying it!

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