[small reminder that in this story, they're still fetuses]

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"I think she's dead," one student whispered as we ate lunch in the cafeteria. I acted as if I wasn't listening to them, eating my school lunch. I smiled at Jimin, whose cheeks were stuffed with bibimbap. I giggled at his extra chubby cheeks and took another bite of my own after poking his cheek.

"You mean she was murdered," another voice yelled loudly. She was shushed by her friend as they continued her conversation about Hyuna's disappearance.

"I heard she killed herself," a third voice chimed in.

"You're all being dramatic," a feminine-sounding male said, not bothering to whisper like his friends were. "She's probably just got the flu or something." I stared at my bowl silently. Yeah, she's just sick. There's no way she's dead, right? She's just resting so she can get better. I nodded my head, agreeing with myself.

"Hobi?" Jimin leaned into my face. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him, still feeling a little dazed. "You okay?" I avoided his stare, suddenly feeling guilty for cheating on Hyuna. I do love her. I still love her... Maybe Jimin's just my rebound. Yeah, that must be what this is. A short thumb slowly rubbed the corner of my mouth. "You're too messy," Jimin complained with a giggle. Rebound? No way...

"I know," I replied, smiling. I examined his baby face, admiring his handsome features. His red tongue caught my attention as he licked the chili pepper paste off his lips. Without second thought, I grabbed the sides of his face and pressed my lips onto his. Innocent, yet much needed, the kiss was sweet and gentle. Squealing girls brought me back to reality, and I remembered where I was. Oh crap. Shutter sounds and flashes of light cell phones were relentlessly going off before I had the chance to detach my lips from his. Those thirsty girls aren't even trying to hide it. Have they no shame?

I attempted to pull away, only to be pulled back into the kiss. Jimin stopped for a moment, and murmured, "Who cares who sees? Everyone knows." I shook my head with a wide grin on my head. I pecked his lips twice, mumbling the word 'teachers' in between them. "True," Jimin agreed, pulling away and continued to dig into his meal. The girls made disappointed noises, which caused me to chuckle. Our 'fans' were so loud, that I could hardly hear the haters' insults; to which I was thankful.

"Which one of you got a good picture," I asked the group of fangirls. All of them started talking and squealing at once. I rolled my eyes and put a finger up to my lips, signalling for them to hush. "Okay, okay, settle down, ladies," I chuckled, "May I borrow someone's pen or marker?" About 10 girls held out their writing utensils. I examined them and took a green Sharpie pen from a random, delicate hand. I swiftly scribbled my digits down on a off-white napkin that came with my lunch. Jimin's eyes were burning a hole in my head. Jealous much? "Share the napkin, and send me the pictures," I smiled, handing the girl her pen back, along with the napkin.

"You looked awfully jealous in the cafeteria," I mentioned to Jimin as we walked under the pojangmacha.

"Well, you were giving your number to a bunch of girls!" he huffed, folding his arms across his chest. I laughed at silliness.

"I just wanted the pictures they took," I innocently informed, pulling out my cell phone. Squinting at the screen, I looked through the fifty-six photos I have received, and pulled up my favourite picture. Turning the brightness up all the way first, I handed my cell to my best– my boyfriend. A huge grin spread across his flawless face, he cheeks flushed within seconds of seeing it.

Playfully pulling a pouty face, he smacked my arm gently. "That's so embarrassing!"

After humming in agreement, I joshed, "Remind me, who was the one who wanted to keep going?" Ears turning red, he yelled quite a few 'shut up's as he stomped childishly. Passer-byes' eyes were on us due to the commotion Jimin was causing. I clamped my hand over his mouth and scolded him quietly. Then, I continued walking.

"Where are you going," Jimin asked, pointing to the left turn we usually make, "The pojangmacha is this way?" I turned my head to look at him and smirked when we made eye contact, but I didn't stop walking, making him jog to catch up to me. "Where are we going?"

"I want to take you somewhere else today," I answered. I stopped in my tracks, realising something really important, and turned to look at him, "We need to—" Unexpectedly, Jimin walked right into me. "Are you that desperate to be close to me," I asked in a teasing manor. He mumbled a quick 'shut up,' hiding his face in my chest due to embarrassment. I chuckled. "We need clothes, Jimin."

After stopping by Jimin's house, our school bags now contained clothes instead of books. We walked down a smaller side street until we approached a motel – a love motel. I grabbed the strap to his bag, dragging him inside with me. The young woman at the front desk eyed me expectantly. As I approached the counter, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her frame looked in her frilly uniform. Her straight black hair didn't quite reach her shoulders, but it was still fairly flattering. I couldn't see her whole face because she wore a mask over her nose and mouth.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, realising I've been checking her out way too long. "Pick a room. There are pictures of them on that menu there," I explained, pointing at an electronic display. Redirecting my attention back to the woman, I started having thoughts of Hyuna again. What if those kids at school were right? Jimin slammed a key against my chest, signalling that he chose a room. Temper... My peripheral vision caught a glance of Jimin's deadly glare as I searched for my wallet that I kept in my bag at school. I must've forgotten to take it out. I paid for the room with cash so that I would not have to give out my identity. I don't exactly need anyone knowing that I'm staying at a love motel with a boy.

"What the fuck was that?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the way you looked at that whore!" When I didn't say anything, Jimin scoffed and threw his bag at one of the walls, just barely missing a painting.

"Jesus! Chill! I'll have to pay for that," I yelled. My wallet was already sweating.

"Fuck your money," he scoffed, arms crossed. I rolled my eyes and took off my black tie, not really wanting to flaunt my school's logo. Jimin removed his blazer and tie as well, unbuttoning his dress shirt cuffs. I unbuttoned my cuffs, too, rolling them up my forearms. The second he looked at me, I smirked and unbuttoned the top four buttons of my white dress shirt. He bit his lip and looked elsewhere, "So, uh, where are we going now?"

"You'll see."

We went back to walking the streets of Busan under the cool evening sky until I found my way to a big underground shopping center. Department stores had the entrance to the place surrounded. Of course, as big and popular as this place is, it was busy. Tons of people were buzzing about all through the streets. Out of instinct, I grabbed Jimin's hand. The last thing I need is to lose this shorty in a sea of people.

"W-Wait, Hyung," Jimin demanded, pulling his hand out of mine, "I-I don't have any money." He looked down at his shoes, an awkward aura around him.

"Well I do," I said matter-of-factly. I took his hand in mine once again, lacing our fingers together this time so he can't get away. I proceeded to drag him through the underground passage. I stole glances at his expression; awe-struck. "Have you never been here before?" My question took him out of his trance.

"I've never been in the underground part," he answered with a smile on his face. I love that smile. His smile faltered a bit as he looked down at our hands. "We're in public, y'know..."

I gave his small hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "I know." We made brief eye contact as we exchanged smiles.

"Ooh!" Jimin's face lit up like a child receiving a giant teddy bear from a carnival game. His grip on me tightened as he dragged me towards a jewellery section. He stood over one of the glass cases, examining the expensive accessories inside. "Can I see that one," Jimin asked the man on the other side of the case. The man handed over a thick, wide silver band.

I leaned over his shoulder and looked at the ring in his hand. I asked, "Do you like that, Jimin?" He nodded eagerly. I chuckled and put my arms around him. "Here, let me put it on you." I slipped the large ring on his left middle finger. It was an awfully pricey ring, but fortunately, Jimin didn't see the cost before I bought it. I was a bit surprised at the high price for such a small piece, but... it looks so good on him. I bought myself a silver chain bracelet before exiting the underground market.

"I love this so much, Hobi hyung," Jimin said cheerfully as I lead him to our next stop: Dadam café. I held the door open for him, and then followed him up to the counter. We both ended up ordering a fruity tea and rice cakes. We sat at a square table underneath the tree at the center of the building.

I admired the tree. It gave the café a warm atmosphere. The realistic tree was white and had a few leaves of different pastel colours. Black cords tangled with the branches, littering it with little lightbulbs. Dangling from the branches were small white angels, stars, shooting stars, bells, and man cut-outs. It went well with the tan walls, dark wood flooring, pale wood table and chairs, green counter and the brick accent wall. The tree truly tied the room together.

"I want to take you to the jazz concert that's playing at In the Groove tonight," I said after sipping my tea. He opened his mouth, but I spoke up before he could. "Don't worry about the money aspect. It's free." He's probably wondering how I knew what he was going to say.

Jimin took a big bite out of his pale purple rice cake. With a mouth full of food, he protested, "Acwawy, I hwood wike hoo go bahk hoo de hofel..." He slid his hand across the square table's shiny, smooth surface and placed it over mine. I giggled at how full his cheeks looked; like a chipmunk! As long as he's happy, I can't keep a smile off my face.

"Thank you for today, hyung," Jimin mumbled as we settled down in our room.

"You're welcome," I answered as I sat on the western-style, queen-sized bed while he was changing, "I had a lot of fun." Testing the box spring, I bounced in place on it slightly. Damn! Why does it have to be squeaky?

"Your bounces sound pretty weak, hyung. I think you need some practice," he said in a casual, yet sensual way as he dropped his black slacks. I chose to ignore that comment.

He slipped his shirt off his arms halfway. For a moment, I was distracted by his muscles flexing slightly with every movement he made. If his shoulders are muscular now, I wonder how it will look in ten years... He must have noticed me staring, because he glanced over his shoulder at me, smirking. The rest of his shirt was taken off before he turned around.

"Do you like what you see," he teased, coming closer to me. My ears felt hot and I began unbuttoning my shirt to distract myself. The button... the hole... the button goes out of the hole... damn it hands, cooperate! Unfortunately, another pair of hands stopped mine from struggling any further and moved them away from the button. "I want to undress you, Hobi," Jimin whispered.

My eyes closed as he stripped me rather quickly, leaving me in only briefs. "I love your body..." Lips kissed down my abdomen slowly, causing me to shiver. The room wasn't cold at all. In fact, it was hot. The building was a little older, so we had a big fan instead of air conditioning. It's Jimin. Kissing me the way he does just has a bone-chilling effect on me.

"J-Jimin, it's still day outside," I whined. Although we never turned the light on, there was a large window that light poured through.

"I don't care."

"But I do."

"Fine," Jimin huffed, walking to the window. He pulled the wooden sliding screen so that it covered the glass. His body became but a shadow. "There, now it's night." I couldn't really tell what he was doing because it got that dark in our room. A body crawled above mine, making me nervous. Wet kisses travelled up my jawline to my lips. Before our lips touched, he asked, "Are you ready for practice, hyung?"

Practice? What the Hell is he even talking about? Plump lips gently kissed my own, going from sweet and innocent to rough and sloppy in a matter of seconds. He tried to pull away, but I didn't want to stop kissing him, so I pulled him right back down to me, tugging his soft hair. Strong hands pinned me down when I tried to flip us over. He.... He wants to top?!?

"W-Wait J-J-Jimin, I―" He cut me off with a long kiss and told me not to worry. He reached into the amenity kit that was conveniently placed on the bedside table. Plastic crackled in my ear, followed by a quiet pop. He put what I assume is lube on the nightstand. The moment his hand snuck its way into the back of my briefs, I knew I was going to be fucked tonight. Literally, fucked.

Gently, he prepared my ass by fingering it. It took longer than I thought it would, and it felt extremely uncomfortable. My hand gently stroked his length to prevent him from getting soft during this painfully slow process. Jimin's dirty talk between kisses made me want him... inside me. Hormones took control of my actions as my patience reached its limit. I made him take his fingers out, which left him a little confused. Once I took our underwear off, he understood.

"You're so perfect, Hobi," Jimin whispered as he put my trembling legs over his shoulders. There was another sound of a wrapper that I didn't pay much mind to. The closer he got to me, the more elevated my rear became. Soon, I felt his lubed up member at my entrance. He hesitated, "Baby..."

"Just do it, Jimin," I demanded with a slight whine, "do me!" Uncomfortable is the first thing that came to mind when his dick entered me. His patience must have run out, too, because he didn't hesitate at all anymore. He thrusted in and out repeatedly, and it felt amazing. One of my legs slid off of his sweaty shoulder, putting me in a new position. That's when I felt it. Ecstasy. I moaned loudly as he repeatedly hit that spot, thrusting slow, yet hard.

Panting and growing weak, Jimin spoke between tired breaths, "Time... for p-... practise..." That's what he meant when he asked if I was ready for practice! I'm so slow... He rolled us over, me now sitting on his dick. Pressure was put on my prostate just by sitting there, and damn it felt good with even the smallest movements. "Practise, hyung," he ordered. I obeyed the sexy beast and bounced. Every bounce made release a high-pitched gasp, my prostate abused.

He lifted his hips a bit and rested his hands upon my hips, which added to the pleasure. My movements soon became sloppy and I could tell we were both close. Jimin's deep grunts got louder and louder until he reached his limit and came. Jimin sat up and pushed me down, then wrapped his lips around my member to help me cum. God, he's a better top than me...

We curled up under the covers together, my arms around him. I whispered a soft 'I love you' to the man I am head over heels in love with. He said it back to me, voice barely audible, and soon, his soft snores were the only sounds to be heard in the room.

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Fluff is a struggle to write...

~ Author-nim