Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Minho was nervous.

Very nervous.

He's not really use to expressing his thoughts or worries out so frequently. Minho may seem really bold and sometimes outgoing, but he really isn't. If you were to see all six roomies together out in public, he would probably be the least approachable out of the six because of how quiet and more so to his own side he appears to be.

So talking isn't really in his area, but he really feels bad about what happened yesterday. If anything, Jeongguk is possibly the most sensible one in the group. One would easily assume it was Jimin because of his soft nature, or Woosung because of how emotionally expressive he is to things, but Jeongguk takes things to heart.

He's not just physically sensitive, but also his emotions, which provoked him to cry literally any moment his fragile soul is nudged.

So he needs to know that it's nothing personal.

Shit, Minho is overthinking this too much now.

With an aggravated huff, he knocks on the door.

Waiting felt like an eternity, but eventually the door was creaked open and standing before him was Jeongguk. He seemed as though was just hibernating in his room with his cozy and baggy black pants that seemed very loose form of yoga pants, with an equally wide shirt that's tucked in to demonstrate the outline of his waist when he held the door by the knob.

His very small waist.

"Yeah?"

Minho flickers his gaze to Jeongguk's face, this time having his face completely deflate when he sees the swollen pink by his eyes.

He was crying.

Oh no.

Frowning deeper, Minho steps forward, "Can we talk inside?"

Jeongguk stares at the ground for a heavy moment, exhaling a deep breath through the nose before opening the door wide and letting Minho through.

The room feels quieter without Taemin's presence within these walls, but it's definitely cleaner than how it usually is since Taemin likes to just fling whatever on and call it a day.

Wordlessly Jeongguk leans against the edge of his bed, arms crossed, while Minho leans back against Taemin's bed across and stares intently to Jeongguk shagged shoulders with heavy twitching frown.

He's..... Very upset.

No doubt about that.

And it's clear to see he's keeping himself together to not burst out crying again.

Slightly stressed, Minho runs a hand through his hair and looks at the sullen man.

"Can you please look at me Jeongguk?"

This made Jeongguk close his eyes momentarily, his lips squeezing tighter together before he shakes his head.

"If I do..... I'll e-end up crying."

His voice croaks towards the end, making Minho's heart drop heavier in his chest, holding himself back from striding towards him with a hug.

But not now.

Jeongguk needs to listen to him first.

So exhaling deeply, Minho nods to himself and glances to the ground, "I know I probably sounded too aggressive yesterday while we were at the store," He starts of, frowning, "But I'm sincerely sorry. I promise you it's unlike me to act like that."

Jeongguk didn't say anything, but his eyes were getting insanely teary - desperately keeping himself together to hold it back.

So Minho continued, "It's just..... I saw people staring at us while we were..... You know, being affectionate, and it just made me panic -"

"So you yelled at me....... Just because people were staring at us?"

"There's more to that," Minho stresses, practically seeing Jeongguk's gears turning in his head but not in a good way, "Look, in the past it was never easy for me to be openly affectionate, even with my partners. We would always we scared that someone was going to hurt or say something to us. Seeing those stares just brought me back to that time and I panicked."

Jeongguk glances his eyes to Minho, the tears burning bright in those wide Bambi eyes, "We aren't in a relationship Minho. We're just roommates and friends."

Those words did not settle so well with Minho, he'll tell you that.

It.... Just didn't feel right, even if that's the case.

But he hid it back when he stands upright now, arms crossed, "But how we were acting wasn't like a friendship to other people."

"And I don't care what other people think about me or us!" Jeongguk huffs, aggravatingly, "You're the one that let it get to you and took it out on me. That's the part that pisses me off!"

"I wasn't trying to let it out on you, or for that to be my goal!" Minho fires back, "You have no idea how scary it is for me having people possibly end up doing something to me or anyone just because of how we act!"

Jeongguk slumps back against the bed, his gaze shifting to a glare in a matter of seconds, "I get that's something that terrifies you, but we're nothing serious. Even if we were, you letting your panic out like that instead of calmly telling me was just not the way."

"And I already said that I'm sorry, okay?" Minho tried calming down the waters, "I'm sorry I hurt you by saying what I said in that manner. I reacted emotionally out of impulse in that time."

Jeongguk stays quiet again, but this time a tear managed to escape his eye and glide down his cheek. Annoyedly he wipes it away, sniffling now, "I can protect myself you know?" He says with his voice slightly cracking, "Your partner in the future should make you feel safe enough to do these things without you being afraid of other people."

Minho frowns heavily to this and ended up walking towards him, standing in front of his small body compared to Minho's tall form, and he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's not that you don't make me feel safe," Minho says, just as more tears glides down Jeongguk's cheeks. "I just have a lot of issues to overcome."

Jeongguk didn't respond back to this, so Minho places a hand on his neck and nudges his jawline to perk his face up. His wide teary eyes just bleeds into Minho's sensitive heart, and he couldn't help but whisper.

"I'm sorry Izuku."

This had Jeongguk's lips wobbling now, clearly fiercely trying to hold it back, but Minho only leans down and nuzzles their foreheads together, "I'm sorry."

A small whimper escapes Jeongguk's lips, clearly fighting with everything to not cry.

So he did it the only way he knew would work.

He traces a hand to Minho's neck and leans up, pressing their lips together.

Just momentarily before he pulls away, hesitantly looking at Minho's eyes with his wide teary gaze.

Nothing more was said, especially when Minho carefully claps Jeongguk's jaw and reattach their lips together. Minho felt the quiver of his lips against his, so he pressed his lips harder against his. Just as expected, Jeongguk reacted to the harshness with his body quivering, already feeling goosebumps on his skin.

Now with both hands holding his jaw, Minho deepens it, and Jeongguk could just barely hold his ground anymore by how weak his legs were getting. Minho traces a hand down the outline of his body to reach his waist, holding him closer before doing something risky.

Something he wasn't sure Jeongguk was ready for, due to the inexperience.

But he did it anyway to see how he reacts.

Slowly Minho slides his tongue against his bottom lip, immediately making Jeongguk jolt on the spot.

Even made him whine.

Yet Minho didn't proceed, assuming it was probably too much for him, but to his surprise he suddenly felt Jeongguk mimic the action back to him against his bottom lip.

As much as Minho tried to restrain himself, stop from taking this too far, that completely riled him up.

He wanted to feel more.

Pushing Jeongguk back against his bed, Minho refused to let their lips detach. He hungrily roams his hand up his body, his touch rougher when he felt Jeongguk's nipple by his hand and he squeezes the area.

Desperately Jeongguk moans between their lips, and Minho took that opportunity to slide his tongue in his mouth and glide it against his.

Jeongguk's sensitivity is like melted honey. Every touch and kiss was like firing gasoline in his body at a heightened level, unlike how most people would feel.

Because he's sensitive, he reacts to everything.

Unlike Taehyung, who reacts just because of the needs it gives his body.

For Jeongguk it's because of how delicate his body is.

And it was driving Minho mad.

He tongue kisses him so hard that Jeongguk was a whimpering mess, but with his fingers clinging onto Minho's hair prevented him from moving away. Minho couldn't stop his impulses from moving his hips down, pressing it against Jeongguk's crotch, and moves against it.

Jeongguk breaks the kiss with a very loud shriek, eyes rolled back as Minho trails his lips down to his neck and bit just above his collarbones. This had Jeongguk twitching his hips up, both hands on Minho's back now as he clings onto him to not stop.

Minho traces one of his hands to the side of Jeongguk's face and up to his hair, yanking it to give himself more access on his neck. Jeongguk is now squirming, breathing so heavily as Minho continues to suck on his fragile skin before gliding his tongue all the way up, messily slamming their lips back together.

He couldn't stop moving his hips against his, now between his thighs and his a leg sliding up for a better angle before non stop thrusting against him as a harsh instinct.

But the barriers are becoming a problem.

And it was getting hot.

Minho suddenly pulls away and removes his shirt, just as Jeongguk did the same but Minho suddenly chokes on his breath when Jeongguk's hand found his very erected dick and pumps it with his hands. Completely Minho collapse on him, moaning under his breath as Jeongguk continues to jerk him off, hard.

And that's the moment any type of restraint faded from Minho's head.

He just couldn't take it anymore.

"Jeongguk," He growls under his breath, seeing fucking stars in his eyes by this point, "I can't stop. Please push me off if you don't want me to take your virginity."

Jeongguk sinks in a breath to the words that oozed Minho's lips, whimpering, "I want you to take it."

"Jeongguk-"

"I trust you," Jeongguk whispers, eyes closed, "If there's anyone I trust more in this house for this, it's you."

"But why?"

"Because," Jeongguk now is looking at him in the eye, with his heart on his sleeve, "You'll take care of me while it happens."

Minho stares between his eyes, trying to see if there's any traces of doubt in his gaze as he said those words.

But there wasn't any.

He trusts Minho.

And he wouldn't want it to be anyone else other than him, to share this moment at least.

If it's something he regrets in the future, he'll make sure to remember that this is Minho.

And the more he thinks about it, the less he doubts it.

Minho sees that and wordlessly he gets off him.

"Give me a second."

And so he walked out of the room, leaving Jeongguk to close his eyes with an arm over them, breathing heavily with his heart easing from its adrenaline.

Yet that didn't bubble down the anticipation.

If anything, it sky rocket.

Especially when Minho returned moments later. Jeongguk was too in the zone to spare a glance at him, but he did suddenly feel lips gently clammed against his, firing up every shrivel of desire to spike up his body.

Jeongguk runs his fingers through Minho's hair and keeps him close, just as the boy climbs over him again, and this time he traces his cool hand down Jeongguk's warm abdomen, right over his pelvis.

Finding his dick, and gives it a squeeze.

Jeongguk's eyes flies open.

Minho watches carefully his reactions, drinking in how Jeongguk's breath hitched and how slowly his head cranes back against the pillows, eyes glowing with pleasure just by the simple sensitive touch.

So he has never been touched before either.

Slowly Minho leans to his face, pecking his jaw gently, "Does it feel good?"

They both knew what that meant.

'Are you okay to go further?'

Jeongguk nods back, "Yes."

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable," Minho says quietly, leaning and pressing their lips back together.

He kisses him softly and slowly just for a moment, Jeongguk relaxes.

Right before he dives his hand under his pants, even boxers, and grazes his bare hard length of his dick, feeling it warm on his palm.

This time Jeongguk sucks in air through his nose, humming in response with an immediate reaction of his body quivering to the touch. His body practically scrunches up to the intimacy, but when Minho took the first stroke, he moans.

Loudly.

Good thing there's no one in this house.

Minho deepens the kiss, gradually escalating it to make it hot and rough, making Jeongguk actively respond to it with feverishly kissing him back while being overstimulated by the pleasing touches Minho is doing on his body.

Printing his invisible marks on his innocent skin.

"You're so sensitive," Minho breathlessly moans against his lips, "I love it."

Those simple words was enough to make his hips twitch forward, signaling Minho to go faster as he desperately kisses him.

Praise kink huh?

He's so full of surprises.

But Minho moves his hands to Jeongguk's waistband of his pants, sliding them down his body. No doubt this is the first time he's in full nudity in front of anyone, so to save him from feeling flustered or embarrassed and feel comfortable, Minho covers their body with the sheets.

It worked since Jeongguk's pace didn't mellow down, if anything.

It riled him up by the intimacy.

Minho in the process removed his pants too, hooking Jeongguk's hips with his hands and just rubbed himself against him bare.

Jeongguk back arches, allowing one of Minho's hands to trace towards the base of his spine and kept him so close to his body while he glides his lips further down from his mouth and down his collarbones, right on his chest and nibbles on his abdomen with his teeth.

His skin is so soft.

And sensitive with the faintest of pressure.

Minho didn't even try so hard, and many areas of Jeongguk's skin is red with hickeys.

So sensitive.

His baby is sensitive.

"I'll resist as much as I can baby," Minho murmurs against his skin, one hand working its way to pour lobe over his fingers while he traces his lips back up his neck, pecking to his jaw and to his lips, "But I'll give you an experience as preview."

Jeongguk is breathing heavily in anticipation, until he suddenly shrieks with eyes squeezed shut.

Right when Minho slid a finger right into his anus, panting to how tight he feels but keeping his focus entirely on Jeongguk, studying him to make sure he's okay.

"Does this make you feel uncomfortable?"

Jeongguk's face twitches, eyes still closed, "A little yeah," Minho began to slide his finger back, but a hand on his wrists stops him, pushing his hand back inside, "I want to feel, don't stop."

Minho tries not to twitch a grin, especially when Jeongguk fluttered his sparkling eyes open, "It's weird, I know," And he leans forward, attaching their lips back together, softly, "Just kiss me, let your body feel what it wants to feel."

Without so much motivation, Jeongguk grabs Minho's face and smashes their lips back together, forcing a moan out of his lips when Minho slid his finger deeper inside him and moving it against him. Jeongguk kept kissing him harshly, believing and trusting Minho that this will feel a bit better after a while.

And.... It did.

Not pleasing, but the discomfort was gone after a few more finger thrusts.

It was when the second finger came in that Jeongguk's eyes began to water, and he couldn't continue to kiss Minho by how overstimulated his body feels. Minho kept his lips by his neck, moving his fingers slowly and groaning a little to the hitches of breaths escaping Jeongguk's pink lips.

"Those noises are driving me crazy," Minho muffles, "I need to hear you louder."

Huh-

Abruptly Jeongguk screams when Minho thrusts his fingers all the way in, slamming onto something that had Jeongguk seeing fucking stars before his eyes.

And that's where he felt it.

The pleasure.

So. Much. Pleasure.

Jeongguk is clinging onto Minho now, head craned back, "A-Again, please agai - Ugh, hm."

Minho was not going easy on him anymore.

Careful, yes, but not easy.

While making sure he was taken cared of.

"Does it feel good?"

Jeongguk hums, pitch higher, "But.... Want to f-feel more."

Minho presses his forehead against Jeongguk's shoulder, biting harshly against his bottom lip, "Y-You're too new. If you can't handle my fingers, imagine my dick."

"Show me a little."

"Jeongguk..... I won't stop."

"I... I trust you."

"Jeongguk-"

"I don't want you to stop."

Minho couldn't resist.

He has tried so hard, best believe has thus far, but he can't.

He has to feel him.

All of him.

In pure frustration, he bites hard to Jeongguk's neck, making the ravenette moan loudly with fingers threading through Minho's hair before their lips found each other harshly, a kiss so rough and aggressive that would undoubtably leave their lips swollen - if not already.

Minho is hovered over him now, a hand now on his dick and he growls against Jeongguk's lips.

"You want to know how it feels like? One thrust, that's it."

Jeongguk bites Minho's bottom lip as he said this, one of his hands slithering between them, right over Minho's on his dick.

"You're making me impatient."

And he presses the tip of Minho's dick against his anus.

He wasn't prepared for that.

Absolutely not prepared.

Fingers is so different than this.

And this is just the point tip.

"Jeongguk, look at me," Slowly Jeongguk fixes his teary eyes to Minho, breath still shuttering as he stares into the warm and careful stare of Minho's gaze, "Tell me to stop."

Jeongguk didn't.

He didn't want to.

He only pressed Minho's dick harder against his anus, choking a sob, "Let me feel."

"But you're literally crying-"

"Please stop treating me like a child," Jeongguk swallows down the knot on his throat, "And make me feel what it's like taking dick like a man."

Minho stares at him intently, seeing the clear determination in his gaze alone, slowly giving in and grunt when Jeongguk presses more of his dick inside now.

Fuck.

Dropping down with elbows on either side of Jeongguk's head, Minho kisses him so deeply and passionately as he slowly, very slow and carefully, moved his dick forward. Jeongguk is a sobbing and whimpering mess, but he just lets out through Minho's lips with faint gasps in between.

All the way until Minho couldn't hold it and thrusted all the way in.

Down to the base.

Jeongguk hisses sharply between his teeth, clearly holding back his noises with eyes closed and tears gliding down his cheeks. Minho wipes those tears away with his thumbs, nuzzling their foreheads together with his own eyes closed.

Desperate to move, but keeping himself restrained.

"D-Does it hurt?"

Jeongguk whimpers quietly, softly nodding, "A l-little - Yeah... It does."

"I'm sorry."

"I wanted this. It just stings, but it should go away after a while, right? For me to adjust?"

"Mhm," Minho hums quietly, pecking his lips, "I'm going to pull out okay? I did say one thrust and - Ah, J-Jeongguk.... What are you - Ugh!"

Slowly Jeongguk began to move against him, squeaking under his breath by the stinging, but challenging himself to go for it.

To not stop.

"Jeongguk please," Minho moans with eyes tears in his own eyes by the physical restraint, "I-I can't."

"Yes you can."

"I can't take your virginity like this."

"You already took it," Minho's eyes flies open, letting the slow realization settle in, "What's holding you back now - AH!"

Minho lost control.

Complete and absolute resistant.

All of it.

The second Jeongguk said those words.

Minho eases back carefully, only to aggressively slam back into him, and he couldn't stop fucking into him after that. Jeongguk was a shrieking and moaning mess, but he couldn't stop clinging onto Minho as the surging pain began to mix with the pleasure of the tip slamming against his prostrate, repeatedly, right where it felt good.

But Minho couldn't handle this position.

He pulled back abruplty, making Jeongguk start to sob to the emptiness he felt but suddenly gasps when Minho flips him over so his stomach is to the bed, hair yanked back and dick slamming back into him.

Jeongguk couldn't hold back his screams and moans, this angle feeling so fucking good, especially with the hair yank while Minho's other hand drags against his spine and to his shoulder, forcing him back with every thrust.

Arching his back now, that's where Jeongguk felt the full pleasure of Minho's dick against his postrate, unable to stop moaning and hissing between his breaths with his skin now glistening in sweat by the heat his body temperature is rising up to.

That's until Minho suddenly hovers over his ear, growling, "Still trust me?"

Jeongguk quivers hard to those words, biting his bottom lip, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Minho growls a mixture a moan and desperate whine under his breath before giving a few hard thrusts until Jeongguk suddenly cummed to the pressure that he couldn't control holding in, releasing with a scream. Not long afterwards did Minho suddenly reached his climax with a raspy moan, right inside him.

Heavy breathes, thick smell of sex, and sweat is all that fills this room now as the two collapsed beside each other in exhaustion.

Silent.

Now it's silent.

Processing.... What just happened.

Yet there was not a single string of doubt cruising through either of their minds.

Especially Jeongguk, who stares quietly to the side of Minho's face as the boy tries to capture his breath with eyes closed facing the ceiling. There's nothing more he can do besides stare, feeling this strange warmth in his chest the more he stared at the handsome boy beside him.

Who he gave his virginity to.

Without a single regret.

"Please don't hate me," Minho suddenly says quietly, perking Jeongguk's ear, "I tried to resist as much as I could-"

With the remaining strength left inside him, Jeongguk leans forward and carefully guides Minho's face towards him, softly pressing their lips together.

They just kept it there, not moving or deepening it, and that was enough to have Jeongguk feel as though he was floating in the clouds.

That's why he slowly pulled away, smiling with eyes closed before staring at him softly, "It felt nice."

All the worry and hesitation seemed to have swept away from Minho's gaze, relaxing, "That's good to - Wait.... Nice?"

Jeongguk starts to smile wider, giggling even as he turns around, but Minho suddenly latches to his back with his on his sides, tickling him, making him shriek giddily before going into a fit of laughter.

"I was going easy on you," Minho murmurs deviously, pressing multiple kisses to the side of his face, "Next time, won't be so lucky."

"Can't wait."

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A/N:

Told you there was going to be a turning point. I hope you guys read my note and at least went back a few chapters to notice the tension these two had throughout the entire story :')

If not then..... I have no idea what to tell you besides READ MY NOTES!

Thank you :)

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