Rosa - J Balvin

A door barges open, followed by heavy grunts and drunken slurs stepping through with a door slamming shut only moments later.

Taemin huffs annoyedly as he holds onto Jimin's waist to keep him from tumbling to the ground, meanwhile the drunken man giggles under his breath with a few hiccups.

"Are we going to have some fun?"

The eye roll is evident in Taemin's gaze, but his heart was racing in his chest in anxiety as Jimin pulls away from him and stumbled around the dim lit dorm, hoping he doesn't fucking break anything.

Thank goodness Taemin has the dorm to himself tonight.

"This doesn't look like my dorm," Jimin groggily points out, going to the couch and plops down, "My head is dizzy."

Of course it is you drunken idiot.

Without another word, Taemin goes up to him and grabs his arms to gently sit him up, removing the harness off his body. Jimin is giggling again, making Taemin raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you laughing?"

Jimin's eyes twinkled, "I'm hard."

Truth to his word, Jimin is in fact hard, and the jeans weren't exactly hiding it. Taemin was forced to tear his eyes away from Jimin's pelvis, going over some heavy breathing techniques before continuing to take off his straps.

"Be a good gatita and please behave," Taemin mutters under his breath and goes to unbutton his shirt, "Tonight you're staying here. I don't trust you being alone like this."

His face is suddenly guided up to meet Jimin's gaze, who's tilting his head with a grin, "Are you still mad amor?"

"Very."

And Jimin slams their lips together without wasting a beat.

The desperate desire from their first kiss is still there, if anything worse and more needy. Taemin's mildly tipsy mind was toying with him by this point, between logic or the haze of the alcohol. Somehow he still finds his hands pushing Jimin down on the couch, getting on top of him while unbuttoning his shirt.

Their lips move messily, maybe a bit too hot and aggressively. Jimin's hands digs Taemin's back through the silk golden shirt, yanking him closer to his body while the other trails a hand to his thigh, gripping it tight from his jeans.

"We need to stop," Taemin mumbles, pulling away, "We both are not good right now."

"Undress me then."

Taemin and Jimin's eyes are intense, glittering in desire with this narcotic need to lose themselves with their state being the excuse to do just that.

Blame it on the alcohol, easy.

So Taemin pulls away from Jimin's body, hoisting him up to wrap his legs around his waist as he goes to his bedroom. Jimin is kissing his neck, messily tugging his hair while Taemin fights back his brutal urges to yank his clothes off and fucking him on the hallway instead before throwing Jimin on the bed.

Jimin stares at him with his wide eyes, following him as Taemin walks to one of the drawers in his room. He pulls out a white t-shirt and walks back to Jimin, leaving the clothing aside and yanks Jimin by the arm to the edge of the bed.

"I won't take advantage of you," Taemin says drily, making Jimin's facial features soften, "So I will help you get dressed, then we will watch a movie until you fall asleep. Okay?"

Nothing was said after that, so Taemin took that as a signal to proceed. He removes Jimin's shirt, revealing the mural of tattoos on his beautiful body. It's upsetting how he has this habit of covering the ones one his neck, even though they're so fucking sexy.

No matter how tempted Taemin was, he swings a shirt over Jimin's head instead to conceal his upper body, Jimin doing the job in adjusting the shirt properly. From there Taemin digs his fingers on his waistband, meeting Jimin's gaze at that moment.

Asking him for permission silently.

Jimin doesn't say anything, but he does give a small nod to continue. So Taemin slowly removes his pants, keeping his eyes still directly on Jimin's gaze for the respect to not look anywhere else and tries very hard to avoid his evident boner from underneath Jimin's underwear.

The pants came off and Taemin places his hands in the bed, on either side of Jimin's hips and leans to his face.

"You have a problem gatita," He murmurs quietly, "Do you prefer handling it or waiting for it to go down?"

"Can you take care of it?"

Taemin shakes his head, nuzzling his face against Jimin's neck gently, "I won't take advantage of you while you're like this, no matter how badly I want to."

Jimin gulps thickly and trails a hand up Taemin's arm slowly from the silk material of the shirt. An evident shiver runs down his spine but Jimin proceeds until he reaches his face.

"Open your mouth."

Taemin furrows his eyebrows in confusion but parted his lips hesitantly.

Jimin sticks three fingers inside his mouth.

A low hum comes out of Taemin's throat in shock, gripping Jimin's wrist but Jimin kept his fingers in his lips, moving it in and out. The other flutters his eyes and runs his tongue on the pad of his fingers, coating it with saliva.

Jimin watches intently, his breathing escalating the faster her moves into Taemin's mouth with the mental image of it being his dick.

The thought was driving him insane.

Suddenly Jimin pulls his fingers out and scoots back to the bed, laying down with legs parted fully. His eager fingers moves under his underwear, past his dick and and down to tease his rim.

Taemin's lips parted.

A desperate whine comes out of Jimin's lips and he thrusts a finger inside, a pained whine coming out of his lips to the unfamiliar sensation.

This is the first time he's ever fingering himself.

Right in front of Taemin.

"I-Is it suppose to hurt and feel weird?" Jimin whimpers, snagging his bottom lip with his teeth as he goes deeper but winces more, "Ow!"

Taemin instantly crawls towards him and yanks his hand out from his underwear, that looks to be a bit too tight on his body than it's suppose to, eyes staring intensely into Jimin's gaze.

"Don't hurt yourself now gatita. You're still new to this. Let me do it when the time comes," He says quietly soft, "Do you think you need a cold shower instead?"

By now Jimin is whining in frustration, but he takes a moment to take deep breathes with eyes closed and his body relaxing, "L-Let's just watch the movie, I'll calm down eventually."

Taemin only stares at him, taking in his cat eye make up and was a bit selfish in not wanting him to take it off. So he only twitches a small smile and gets off him, "Go to the living room, I'm change."

So Taemin helps him to his feet, making sure Jimin can properly stand before letting him leave his bedroom.

Before Jimin decides to change his mind, Taemin quickly changes his clothes in just a t-shirt with sweatpants before getting out of his room. He probably had to think a few pretty thoughts of playing football to calm down his his hard dick until it eventually worked.

Thankfully Jimin hasn't destroyed the dorm, but he is wandering around aimlessly with stumbling feet as he tries to adjust himself from his state.

At one point Jimin was just about to trip to the ground but Taemin was there to sweep him off his feet, literally, and annoyedly takes him to the couch to stop him from moving so much.

He sits him down at one end while Taemin sits at the other end, a good distance, taking the remote and goes on Netflix. Oh the many memories Taemin has with the occasional Netflix and couch and another human being beside him, but this isn't one of those cases to get ahead of himself.

He would never mess around with someone who doesn't equally want him. It has to be consented from both sides and the both have to want whatever happens from there.

Him and Jimin don't even know where they stand now, so having a sensual setting is not exactly wise.

So he just puts the Nightmare Before Christmas and flickers the lights off.

Jimin didn't say anything at first, only remains with legs crossed on his side with innocent eyes staring at the screen.

Not until the entrance song was mid through playing, he hums quietly.

"I like this movie," He whispers quietly, a small smile tugging his lips, "Reminds me when I was a kid..... I always like to watch cartoons, even if I'm getting old."

Taemin tears his eyes from the screen to look at him, saying those glossy eyes admiring the screen of animations with his heart growing warm.

Gatita wanted someone to take care of him, so Taemin is planning on doing just that. Start off by small things of course, but it'll grow into a more emotional support of caring, hopefully.

So with the feeling like he actually did something amazing in his life, Taemin focuses back to the movie.

Truth is he's never seen this movie before, so he was heavily engrossed to it. Too far into the scenes of the characters that he didn't even notice Jimin slowly scooting closer towards him, discretely.

Not until they were shoulder to shoulder.

Taemin didn't say anything, more so because he didn't notice, not until Jimin grabs his arm shyly and wraps it around his shoulders, cuddling himself to his chest.

A satisfied smile on his lips.

"Gatita," Taemin huffs, tired now of trying to keep a distance between the two, "What happened to your side?"

"I got cold."

This made a deep grimace form Taemin's lips, but all he managed to do was tap Jimin's nose and snuggle him closer with Jimin's head comfortably on the nap of his neck.

They watch the movie together like this, giggling or pointing out a things that looked odd or predicting the next scene. Maybe it was the alcohol still tingling in their bodies, or perhaps the childish movie, but the both felt comfortable being together.

Just like this, where they are now.

Even when it shouldn't be like this.

Just for a moment they'll pretend that it is, even if everything will change once the sun rises.

At one point through the movie, Taemin's face is guided away from the film by a finger underneath his chin, facing Jimin's face.

It happened so swift and gently when Jimin tenderly places his lips against his once again with a hand on his jaw, both drowning into this feeling of euphoria with just by the simple touch.

Taemin wanted to stop, but Jimin only kept deepening the kiss until he was straddling his lap. Not once did the kiss feel spiked with adrenaline, nor did it grow into a lustful desire for more.

It was sweet, slow, and addicting. Intoxicating both of their minds as it blurs the movie away and only filled with the numbing touch of their sensitive skins together. Until Jimin slowly pulls away, pecking his lips as few times that made Taemin's lips spark with warmness.

"Are you still mad?"

Taemin could see the genuine stare behind Jimin's concerned eyes, not finding himself able to feel a negative rage in his heart anymore.

He gently cups his cheek and rubs the black whiskers drawn against his skin, "How could I be mad at you?"

"Earlier at the club you looked mad," Jimin murmurs quietly, placing a hand over his and rubs his knuckles, "I don't like seeing you look like that."

Taemin's lips falls to a frown, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against Jimin's forehead for a moment or two before pulling away, "Well my dad called me, and usually when he calls it's not for a good thing," And then he pauses, looking at Jimin with his eyes storming now, "And I saw that client touching you.... Gripping your ass actually, I didn't like that either. Even if it was for the job, you can't let them get their way with you."

A small sparkle filled Jimin's eyes, once again leaning and pressing a kiss against Taemin's lips, quick and sweet, "I'm sensing a little jealousy or worry," He murmurs before growing serious, staring between Taemin's eyes, "What are you doing to me?"

"Trust me I don't even know what we're doing anymore," Taemin mumbles, the flutters growing inside his chest, "I spent all my life assuring myself that I liked girls. Now I just look forward in talking to you, even if it's to have a petty fight."

Childish giggles comes out of Jimin's lips, eyes disappearing behind those crescent moons of his beautiful facial features, "I can say the same for myself," He admits gently, leaning forward so he's resting comfortably on top of Taemin's body with arms around his neck, "I don't know how I feel. I can't explain it since this has never happened to me before, but I'll figure it out."

"There's no pressure gatita," Taemin whispers quietly, wrapping a protective arm around his waist while his other hand digs through his hair to gently caress it, "We'll figure it out together. As for now, let's watch the movie and get some sleep."

Jimin didn't say anything afterwards, only nuzzles his face against Taemin's neck, slowly falling sleep to his familiar scent and feeling protected with his arms around his body.

Not soon after did Taemin fell asleep as well, a small smile resting his lips.

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A/N:
Had to show a little more of a softer side to this, more so of Taemin's gentle side of his character.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

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