This chapter will have a lot of sexual content, just heads up warning

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Locked Out Of Heaven - Bruno Mars (Slowed & Reverb)

When the door to Taehyung's apartment burst open, there's nothing but chuckles and a lot of sloppy footsteps that echoes the place. Maybe a lot of draped hands lazily clinging onto the two body stumbling to the living room, but there's definitely a lot of hazy thoughts and blurred vision to even make out what was a couch or a coffee table.

"What are you doing?" Minho hiccups a giggle as Taehyung removes his barrette hat and jacket, throwing it off somewhere that he couldn't even see properly, but he did see Minho and he tugs his blazer towards him.

"My skin is burning," Taehyung chuckles back and nearly tomples off the couch as he removes his shirt, managing to take it off to reveal his beautiful tatted skin that unfortunately isn't able to be seen clear enough because of the darkness of the room. He slumps back against the couch and chuckles, "I hate getting drunk."

Minho snickers and found the coffee table much more comfortable to sit on since he's able to sit in front of Taehyung, letting his eyes scour Taehyung's body briefly before his glossy eyes looks at him, "Why?"

Taehyung suddenly sits up and leans closer to Minho's face, a effortless smile on his face with his bloodshot red eyes, "Because I get needy," And his gaze flickers to the white button up shirt Minho is wearing with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his toned forearms as his flexes while he leans back against the table while holding himself up.

By now Taehyung couldn't think straight, or never was able to after the sixth glass of wine, but by seeing Minho's legs spread as he sits did things to his head. He was finding himself moving off the couch and suddenly climbs on Minho's lap and straddles him down without a word. Minho's eyes did dilate but he sits more up and moves his hands to Taehyung's hip, feeling a funny smile on his lips but he doesn't know why.

"Are you going to hate me in the morning?" Taehyung murmurs as he runs a hand through Minho's now platinum hair, "Sorry, this is the only time I have the courage to do anything-"

Minho shuts him up when he slams their lips together.

It was from a sudden moment when their lips met that felt as though this wasn't even real. It was just a makeshift of their imagination. Maybe even a dream or some stupid thought that one would only think about in the middle of class with dreamy eyes staring off into space.

Well.... That's how it felt upon first contact.

But things began to grow messy when Taehyung parted his lips and thrusted his tongue in Minho's mouth, it definitely was not a dream anymore.

Everything felt even more heightened and arousing, maybe it's the alcohol or the fact that they both have been secretly wanting this for a while, but now that they're feeling this way it was starting to get harder to stop.

And how badly they wished they were sober right now to experience this more clearly.

For Taehyung to feel the aggressively slam of his back against the coffee table with Minho settling between his legs, feel his hands on his skin and over his pretty tattoos. To hear Minho whimper by the way Taehyung's bottom lip piercing keeps grinding against his lips as their kiss grow messier and messier with need but rougher with desire.

Usually Taehyung is not a noisy sex partner. It's hard to provoke any type of desperate noises from his lips or hear him begging for more since he's the one doing the provoking.

Minho really doesn't have to do much and Taehyung is already a twisting and squeaking mess; from the biting on his neck, to the rough grip on his thighs, and the grind between his legs- he was a fucking mess.

Maybe it's better if he is intoxicated so he won't have to fully remember that.

"Minho," Taehyung murmurs through his numb lips, panting a bit as he feels Minho fumbling a bit with the belt on his pants, "No sex."

The other male snaps his eyes towards him, eyebrows slightly furrowed and a bit taken back, "Really? You don't.... Want me?"

"Of course I do," Taehyung says a tad bit aggressive because of how bad he's holding himself back, "But..... We're not good right now and well.... You're not exactly a gay man as you say you are. If you jump into this than it could be conflicting for you."

For a long moment Minho remains silent. His mind is fumbling with so many things at once that he can't even get a proper thought across, and maybe he's seeing double or blurred but that's just a side effect.

Yeah, doing something risky wouldn't exactly be the most wisest thing to do right about now.

"Yeah you're right," Minho grunts as he rubs his head, "Ah this head is going to kill me in the morning."

Taehyung chuckles softly and sits up as Minho respectfully gets off him and moves to lay down on the couch. Obviously without thinking he tugs Minho's shirt, not taking much effort for the male to lay himself on him with a head rested to Taehyung's chest.

Maybe in another scenario where they're both sober, Taehyung would think being like this right now feels all too good to be true.

But all he can do is caress Minho's hair until he finally passes out asleep.

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Heaven - Taemin

The door to Jeongguk's room flings open, followed by a cheering Ten jumping on the bed and Jeongguk trying not to scold at him about messing up the sheets. Meanwhile Woosung is giggling at them as he makes himself at home by sitting down by the end of the bed, smiling at Ten screaming how amazing Jeongguk played tonight.

"Such a hot performer fuck- I was close to cumming on the spot when you hit that high note."

Jeongguk face palmed his face now, as he closes the door behind him and goes to his closet to pick different clothes to change into.

"Please don't cause a mess."

A loud groan escapes Ten's lips as he sits up, moving his eyes over where Jeongguk is removing his shirt to pick another one to wear.

"Don't tempt me, might just make a mess here with baby boy Woosung," He snickers, moving his attention to the now blushing boy by the end of the bed, "What do you say? Want to know how it feels like making out with a messy kisser?"

A shirt suddenly slams to Ten's face, making him fall back to the bed with a grunt. Jeongguk rolls his eyes now dressed in comfortable sweats and a t-shirt before approaching Woosung, and caressing his hair as a habit he's growing use to doing now by how little he looks.

Not like Woosung complains, he's like a little kitten following after his touch.

"Don't listen to him, he's just naturally this flirty."

Ten gawks when he sits back up again, ready to form an argument but realized he couldn't since Jeongguk is right. So he grins mischievously and leans back to the pillows, perking his eyebrows snuggly, "And I love it," And then his focus went to Woosung, "Have you ever had sex with anyone?"

Woosung's cheeks blazed bright red that even the blue light from the lamp on the night stand couldn't hide it. Jeongguk lays beside Ten on the bed now and he would have interject to stop making Woosung get all choked up like this, but he was surprised to hear an answer instead.

"Yes," He replies with a clear of his throat, looking around the room to avoid his nervousness to the question, "Why?"

Ten smirks, broadly.

He leans back to the bed with elbows plopped to keep himself upright, "Prove it, kiss me."

Jeongguk's eyes widen big as he glances at Ten and to Woosung. The other boy is clearly caught off guard, maybe gulped a bit as Ten stares back at him with a challenging and soft look.

"I-I..... What?"

Ten shrugs and taps his lips with his finger, "Just a kiss, not like I'm asking you for marriage, I'm a little curious to how you kiss. See, like this," And he turns and kisses Jeongguk on the lips, who went a little too rough in kissing him back that had Ten seeing stars for a second when they pulled away but then turns to Woosung to focus, "I don't think I'm pregnant or going to get married anytime soon. Well, unless you don't want to then that's fine-"

"N-No," Woosung stutters, making Jeongguk perk a small smirk, "Just... Never had someone be this bold with me before."

Ten giggles to his cuteness while watching as he hesitantly gets on the bed and makes his way towards him until he's towering over his body. He hesitates for a second but suddenly Ten whirls them over so he's towering over his body instead to take charge, smiling cutely before leaning and pressing their lips together.

Cute.

Woosung kisses like how he looks, cutely.

It was even harder for Jeongguk to watch without awing because Woosung looks so shy, meanwhile Ten was smiling through it all because he also found it insanely cute before he gently pulls away.

"Your kisses are so adorable," Ten snickers, caressing Woosung's cheek with his thumb, "Cute."

Woosung blinks through his wide glasses at him before glancing at Jeongguk then slowly back to Ten, "I-I can do better."

Ohh love a man with determination!

Ten coes and watches as Woosung removes his glasses and lets Jeongguk take it, since he offered as he watches the too with a soft gaze since this is just too cute-

Woosung suddenly grabs Ten by the jaw with both hands and slams their lips together, aggressively moving it against his that nearly gave Ten a fucking whiplash to what the fuck just happened.

Even Jeongguk was left with his jaw dropped by the sudden duality and turn of table, especially when Woosung lays Ten on his back and devours his lips so hungrily that had Ten moaning in satisfaction since he really has a kink for aggressive kissing.

Oh no.

Jeongguk..... Is definitely not okay right now.

He's absolutely not okay.

The way Ten wraps his legs around Woosung's torso and forces him to grind against his pelvis, the whimpers that would escape his pretty lips when Woosung's would suck and nibble his teeth against his neck before trailing it back to clasp their lips together.

This is driving Jeongguk absolutely insane.

Fuck he's so sex deprived.

But then he realized something as Woosung kissed Ten, and he took it upon himself to put his hand to the back of Woosung's head and pushes him more, so their lips are smashing into each other more messily that made Ten squeal.

Ten likes it rough, and Woosung needed a little guide.

"Well look at you," Jeongguk taunts against Ten's ear, amusingly actually, "Never thought I'd see the day someone would make you look so desperate."

Ten shutters to this, maybe even quivers when Woosung goes to kiss his collar bones while Jeongguk thrusts his tongue in his mouth and aggressively kisses his lips. To say that Ten is an overstimulated mess would be an understatement, and it didn't help how Woosung began to stroke him from his pants to make him quiver even more and let out a broken moan through Jeongguk's lips.

It felt as though they were drugged, and they wanted more and more of it. It feel closer, to cross boundaries, to just say fuck it and actually fuck.

But of course it's too soon.

They're just getting to know Woosung and it could just be a bit of a havoc if..... They just fucked like that.

Maybe Ten is a little old school.

He prefers a nice few dates before getting to the dirty business.

"N-No sex," He manages to blurt out through his frustrations, grunting in pleasure to the way Jeongguk bites his earlobe, "Not yet."

Woosung slithers up the side of his neck with kisses, possessively gripping his side as he continues to stroke him, "Whatever you want, baby."

It got so hot and blurred after that moment on and Ten was consumed by such an overstimulation of tension he has ever felt before in his life. They were not giving him a space to breathe or even catch his breath. From the lewd touches all over his body, to the harsh lips on his own swollen mouth or places around his neck or abdomen.

Of course it didn't take long for him to shudder a shriek when he suddenly came in his pants, making crying a little to the how that felt like a fucking explosion to the pleasure built up in his abdomen.

Ten was completely and utterly done.

Maybe gone, who knows, he just didn't feel like his soul was attached to his body anymore.

Yet through his hazy eyes, he managed to see Jeongguk and Woosung stare at each other with grins for moment but then they leaned and pressed their lips against each other.

And Ten knew things were definitely going to be aggressive from there on out.

He knew that the second Jeongguk practically yanks Woosung over to him and pins him down to the bed, their lips find each other's almost immediately with their bodies hot in desire.

Begging silently for more, but they knew not now.

That didn't stop Jeongguk from grinding his pelvis down against his parted legs, making Woosung sink in a sharp breath and practically hisses through his teeth. He definitely tried to get the upper hand and get Jeongguk to his back, but aggressively Jeongguk pins his head down by the hair while swallowing down Woosung's cry to the roughness of his mouth.

Ten only watched with a smirk as his two kitties played big boys, finding something so arousing about two tops fighting for dominance because not only does it build up aggravation but also sexual desire.

Makes you want the person more, and clearly Jeongguk and Woosung are an example of that as they kept cursing under their breathes when they kept fighting for power but only resulted with the kisses growing messy and the desire to feel aggravatingly addictive.

Jeongguk was practically in tears to his frustrated as he kept grinding against Woosung's pelvis, wanting so desperately to just fuck him. The other boy was definitely much more less emotional and he kept grunting to the pleasure whenever Jeongguk would rub against him.

It was definitely a longer run but they finally came in their pants, collapsing on the bed as though they actually had sex.

Jeongguk was still crying to his previous frustration, but Woosung only wiped his tears with his hands and presses one last kiss to his lips before setting Jeongguk between him and Ten.

Heavy pants and stuttered breathes echoes the air, but also by a soft giggle from Ten's swollen lips, making Jeongguk and Woosung turn to look at him.

"Can this never end? Please?"

The three sent glances to each other, exchanging mischievous smiles to their minds thinking the same idea.

Oh things are definitely getting better for Jeongguk now.

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Heaven - Julia Michaels

"Is she Polish?"

"Did you not listen? It said she's polish."

"I thought she was Italian?"

"The dude is Italian."

"Oh, that makes sense," Taemin murmurs while watching the screen, "That's a nice toy she has."

Jimin hums, cringing a bit to the blow job scene, "I think I have one the same brand."

Taemin shifts on the couch a little, brushing that mental image out of his head while gulping a bit on his saliva, "Did I really need to know that?"

Jimin only shrugs nonchalantly as he continues to watch the screen indifferently, sipping on his apple juice carton with wide eyes.

Now it was growing hard to look at the screen for Taemin without that mental imagine of it being Jimin instead. He can see why Yeosang has decided to pick this movie for them to watch, even suggesting this dark red lighting of the LED lights, but he can possibly expect for something to happen.

Jimin isn't interested in him like that, so of course in his part he isn't going to try something on him to not risk Jimin being uncomfortable.

So with great strength, Taemin held back his urges and just watched the movie.

Meanwhile Jimin was feeling a little very unsettled. He kept shifting in his seat and changing positions to get comfortable. Usually him and Taemin would cuddle when they would watch a movie but Taemin is to the other side of the couch -Who knows why- and Jimin can't seem to grab an interest to the film.

After giving up on trying to be comfortable, he grabs his blanket and crawls across the couch until he is beside Taemin, grabbing his arm and laying his head on his chest while taking the said arm to wrap around his shoulders.

Much better.

"Why were you so far away?" Jimin snickers, but of course he was oblivious to the evident way Taemin tenses up so firmly to the position they're in now and gulps thickly to the sweet scent that radiates Jimin's hair.

Unlike Jimin, Taemin was paying very close attention to the movie, unfortunately.

And it was getting to his head.

When the film got to the shower scene, Jimin was playing with Taemin's fingers now. Nothing out of the ordinary, just soft presses and delicate skin touches here and there. Yet that felt like a zap to Taemin's body whenever their fingers brushed against each other, closing his eyes to gather his composure and push the sounds these two characters are making away in his head.

How is Jimin not affected by this?

Easy, he was simply not paying attention.

At least, not at first.

A hotel and bondage scene came and he was suddenly focused on that, not realizing how his and Taemin's hands fell to his upper thigh that had Taemin mentally crying on the inside, not finding it helpful how fucked the guy looks as he gets a blow job and the girl just watches him.

"Damn, that's hot," Jimin murmurs quietly, practically snapping Taemin's head to his direction with wide eyes.

So he is paying attention.

Taemin clears his throat and discretely guided their hands away from his upper thigh, continuing to nervously play with Jimin's fingers now.

"The blowjob?"

"No," He says flatly, "The girl chained up to the bed, and the separating to her legs, not letting her move as she watches him get pleasured. It was hot, maybe because I like to be manhandled and enjoy restraints when being sexually pleased."

Jimin for fuck sakes-

A thin string. Taemin is hanging on a thin string and if this gets any worse than he just might turn off the tv and call this a night.

He's not about to lose his sense of control because of a stupid movie.

"Do you ever get sexually frustrated like that?"

Oh you're telling me-

Taemin bites his tongue to not say something extremely inappropriate before letting out a nervous chuckle, "A bit too many times, yeah."

"Yeah, me too," Jimin says back, letting out a soft chuckle now, "Actually I was scared to get intimate if I'm honest, or of physical contact with people. I don't know, I think after my poly relationship it was like a wall was built or something. I couldn't get myself to feel pleasure, even if it tried to please myself, I couldn't. I thought I was immune to any type of feelings like that."

Taemin's attention was not on the movie anymore- surprisingly- and he now focused on Jimin. The other is still looking at the screen but with a more lost stare as if he's paying attention to the memory in his head.

His last relationship really did a number on him if he felt that way.

"So.... What made it come back?"

Jimin was quiet for a moment, maybe him thinking about it himself for a second or two before sitting up to face him since the conversation did get a bit more personal.

After a moment, Jimin shrugs, twitching a soft smile, "I guess.... You and Kai did? As I slowly began to grow more comfortable with physical contact and gain confidence in myself, I guess I was able to pleasure myself again since I grew comfortable with my body but it was a bit hard since I didn't have a specific person in mind."

Taemin nods slowly in understanding, still playing with Jimin's fingers tenderly before interlacing their hand together.

"Its a process," He says assuringly, making Jimin perk his head up to meet his gaze, "With time you'll heal. If you keep being in a healthy environment for yourself, I can guarantee you that you will start to open yourself up more and be ready for anything to come ahead with a tougher mindset."

All Jimin did was just stare at Taemin with this grateful twinkle in his eye, raising up their interlaced fingers and pecks his knuckles to show his appreciation. It feels nice to have someone there, assuring always that everything is going to be okay. After so long of suffering alone, Jimin finally has found someone who can hold his hand and make all the bad stuff go away.

And that's why Taemin will always be someone special to Jimin's healing heart.

So he goes back to Taemin's arms as they continued to watch the movie, and precisely at that moment they got to a very..... Very sexual scene.

To be precise, a very hot and rough sex scene.

Or multiple scenes into one.

Jimin's lips parted open to the sight while Taemin felt himself grow hard and harder that it even hurt to breathe. It wasn't even the scene itself but the imagination in his head.

Having a heart to heart conversation with Jimin to then come across this scene isn't exactly something Taemin's very very hormonal body was prepared for. He tried so hard to keep his composure, to swallow it down and just watch the stupid movie. Yet it wasn't helping how he could feel Jimin breathing heavily against his body, or how he kept shift to be comfortable.

That wasn't the point though.

Jimin's hand is around Taemin's waist and the more he relaxes, the lower his arm is getting. Even after the sex scene passed already, there's a tension that rose up in the atmosphere that it left behind. Taemin's arm around Jimin's body is more tense, even if he tried to caress Jimin's arm with his hand to ease some of his stress. Jimin is practically froze on him, not moving or uttering a word as the film continues to play

Things seem to have calmed down as the movie played, even got some intense action scenes and Taemin was just about relaxed.

Until a tension began to build up in a different scene.

A hotel room, neon lights and.... Well.... a very intense sex scene involving heels.

Okay no more.

Taemin grabs the remote and goes to turn to it off but Jimin's hand suddenly places over his, stopping him in place.

When Taemin slowly looks at Jimin, seeing him very close to his face. For a good moment Taemin forgot how to breathe, maybe even how to think properly.

He blinked.

That's how it happened, with just a blink and push of the tension.

It happened in a moment to the next where he felt the soft cushion of lips against his own. It felt so warm and plush that Taemin froze on the spot, not having the quick response to even do anything because the pair of lips slowly pulls away from his.

Did that.....

D-Did that just happen?!

He wasn't dreaming??

He.... They.... Kissed.

Jimin kissed him.

What the fuck...

When Taemin meet Jimin's gaze, there was this pull now between them. It was a magnetic pull that was really difficult to avoid now, no matter how desperately they tried to conceal it for the sake of their beautiful friendship but that want was stronger.

And addicting.

As if caught by a trance, Taemin raises a hand and clasps the side of Jimin's face, letting his thumb slide down his pink lips but stop to his bottom lip as his fingertip glides across. It's almost as though he can feel those lips still on his, the urge becoming more uncontrollable than before.

"Jimin," Taemin breathes quietly, making Jimin's own breath hitch in his throat, "Let me kiss you."

A thick gulp slid down Jimin's throat, now a bit more hesitant than before, "Our friendship, w-what if-"

"Shhh," And Taemin leans to his face, brushing his lips against Jimin's own lips, "It'll be our own little secret."

The sound of Taemin's husky voices strums down Jimin's spine line guitar strings, pushing onto those urges until he couldn't fight it back anymore. Something about it being a little secret gave it a thrill, making Jimin feel even more aroused than he already was.

So Taemin glances down to his lips before colliding their lips together.

It was a gentle kiss, almost as though purposely Taemin set the tone this way just for the sake of Jimin feeling the freedom to pull away or meet him half way whenever he's ready, yet he really hopes it's the last option because he was finding it so hard to stop.

The feeling of the tender texture of his lips was like drinking fine wine, and Taemin was drinking and getting drunk off of it. Not only that but for so long he's wanted this, and he's going to take in every single feeling about it in case Jimin does turn him down.

But when Jimin parted his lips and moved his mouth against his, Taemin nearly screamed in joy. Well he did, internally at least. But instead he sighs breathlessly because Jimin definitely met him half way, but much more desirably.

His pretty hand was running through Taemin's hair, tugging it more by how the heat began to escalate. That gentleness is gone, now Taemin is gripping his side harder and leaning more to his addicted lips.

The roughness that Taemin began to develop was what gave Jimin the confidence to climb onto his lap and straddles him down, bringing their bodies as close as they could and with that Jimin felt Taemin's hard dick against his inner thigh.

A shakily whimper came out of Jimin's throat when he felt not only that but also Taemin's fingers graze under his shirt and dig onto his skin, dragging them down like a waterfall until he reached his hips.

To which Jimin began to grind against his pelvis, stroking his dick with his thigh.

"G-Gatita," Taemin breathlessly moans against his lips, his hands sliding under Jimin's sweatpants to nearly shriek when he didn't feel a pair of boxer.

Instead he felt skin, and a very thin and close to nothing laced panties.

Taemin's eyes rolled to the back of his head when Jimin moaned, this time a bit higher pitched when Taemin's hand grips his ass and guides him through every grind.

There's no telling which of the two is losing their minds, but Taemin kept grinding Jimin forward but much more rougher than before since the friction of Jimin's thigh on his dick was like injecting him with uncontrollable hormones of this frustrating need for sex.

Jimin's back arches his head tilts back that made a waterfall of his blonde hair caress away from his face as Taemin trails his lips to his neck, holding him up now with one of his hands to the center of his back while scrunching up on Jimin's shirt with his fingers.

Stars floods Jimin's vision to the way his veins withers underneath Taemin's teeth nibbling his skin, melting every single cell of his body that he was growing so desperate in need.

Suddenly Taemin carefully lays Jimin down on the bed, aggressively grinding down against his pelvis with their lips aggressively still attached without a need or want to pull away.

The clothes are becoming very distracting and fucking annoying since it's in the damn way, and perhaps the thought that they should stop didn't cross their minds.

That's the thing really, they didn't feel fear or hesitant about whatever could happen next.

They trust each other to stay every if something did happen, and that no matter what..... They would still have each other.

Jimin trusts Taemin.

With all his heart.

So that's why he let him take his shirt off, letting his hands outline his skin when Taemin took his own shirt off before reconnecting their lips together once again.

The way Taemin's hands grazed Jimin's skin was as though he was taking care of it. He was making sure to not break him and instead care for his old scars that his fingertips ran over.

Jimin was ready.

He was ready when he felt Taemin's hand graze lower to his torso until he reached his sweatpants, twirling his fingertip a bit around Jimin's skin before hooking them to his sweatpants.

But..... Taemin paused.

He paused so suddenly that Jimin actually grew scare that something happened or that he might just tell him off like some.... Not so good memories in Jimin's past.

When Taemin gently pulls his lips away from Jimin's, by now Jimin was prepared to be turned down or just.... His mind jumping to the worst case scenario.

And it seems as though Taemin felt that sudden energy from him because he tenderly smiles and gently rubs Jimin's cheek with his thumb, "I was just going to ask you if you wanted to continue? Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you," He whispers assuringly, working like magic to calm Jimin's anxiety, "I know you've been through a lot and... You know this now with the kissing is a big step for you, and I'm not sure if you're ready for the... Next.... I don't want you to feel pressured, so if you want to stop now, it's okay too."

A breather, that's what it felt like, as though Taemin was giving him a breather to think through this properly.

Okay, he's definitely right, this is a big step for Jimin.

He hasn't kissed anyone since his break up due to how.... Uncomfortable he was about it. He doesn't know how he'll handle the thought that him and Taemin kissed the next day, or if his trauma with physical contact will come back.

If he runs on his desire, he could horrible regret it if he doesn't think it through.

Especially if it's with Taemin.

Him and Taemin are best friends, this type of thing isn't suppose to happen. Yet here they are in a very heated make out session, close to nearly having sex, and things suddenly began to become more complicated.

He never though of Taemin in that way. Sure he's utterly beautiful and with such a good heart, let's not forget a ridiculously good kisser- but this is too much to handle at once.

But one thing that for certain is that Jimin does trust Taemin. He trusts Taemin to take care of him, to make sure he's okay, to caress his heart and protect it with his life.

The fact that he's even giving Jimin the space to have a say in what happens afterwards say a lot about him. Through his sexual desire and frustration for sex, he was still waiting patiently for Jimin as though that didn't matter.

Because it didn't, not for Taemin.

All he cares is that Jimin is okay.

Never has Jimin truly realized the depth of Taemin's actions until now, and perhaps Yeosang is right when he said Taemin may have feelings for him.

And maybe Jimin deep down inside might share that too.

That's why Jimin perks a more nervous smile, "I appreciate that.... I really do," He whispers quietly, gliding his finger tenderly down Taemin's cheek affectionately, "I need more time...... So no sex.... Not yet at least."

Taemin didn't care about the yet part, he was just happy that Jimin felt free to speak his mind to say no if he's not ready to go a step further.

So he rests his elbows on either side of Jimin's head, resting their foreheads together, "I'm proud of you for speaking your mind."

A childish chuckle blurts out of Jimin's lips,"Never thought I'd see the day someone gets happy to me rejecting them."

"I'll take the fall, as long as you don't feel restricted to speak when you want to," Taemin murmurs back softly and was about to kiss him but he stops himself.

Jimin notices this and smiles, leaning and clasping their lips together.

Never had Taemin felt so happy in a kiss, and he can already hear Yeosang screaming in joy the moment he tells him about this.

Meanwhile Jimin is also planning to do the same thing, and maybe Yeosang could join them next time.

Eh, just wishful thinking.

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A/N:
Chapter 69, intense but no sex hahaha

How did you guys enjoy it! I hope those who aren't comfortable with these types of scenes skipped! I don't want you guys to feel uncomfortable at all.

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