“Have sex with me,” Jimin says.
Jungkook fumbles with his book. He promptly drops it, picks it up, lets it slip and watches it fall.
“Have sex with me,” Jimin repeats, enunciating each word carefully.
He hopes Jungkook won’t make him say it for the third time. His ego can only sustain so much embarrassment before it takes a tumble down the hill.
“Jimin, uh, we’re in the library.”
Jimin frowns. He’s not entirely sure if Jungkook is suffering from lapses of dementia. Perhaps he’s not the best choice then. He thinks back to the list in his pocket, crumpled beyond recognition. On the seventh line, there’s a large blue circle, where the ink from his fountain pen had dawdled and consumed the paper. The list reads: To Do.
And Jeon Jungkook so happens to be the first and last name on it.
“Yes, I know. Do you want to have sex with me or not?”
Jungkook chokes and his face goes terribly red. Jimin hesitates, relatively concerned as he takes a half step forward. “Are you sick?”
“No, no, of course not,” Jungkook coughs. He reaches for the tumbler in his bag and funnels the liquid down his throat. “Just—surprised.”
“Oh. Are you currently indisposed? Would you rather I come back some other time?”
“No, this is fine. I’m fine. Let’s talk, yes. Maybe you should tell me what this is all about.”
“Would that aid you in accepting my offer?”
Jungkook finally bends down to collect the book.
Jimin notes the cover. “Passage to India? Sociology or Literature?”
Jungkook quirks a smile. At least, that’s what Jimin assumes, because Jungkook’s eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes look more panicked than conversation-ready.
“Neither, just some casual reading. Have you read?”
“Yes, back in high school. I only remember the general gist of things now.”
“It’s quite the rollercoaster. And uh, yes, if you could maybe explain? I think knowing the reason behind your proposition would be most helpful.”
“Well—”Jimin trails off when he realises he’s fidgeting. He sticks his hands by his sides, throws his business face on, and tells himself to think like a salesman. He’s here to pitch his idea and score a deal. He has to be confident. Confidence is key (to sex).
“We were playing a game called truth or dare the other day when I discovered I was the only virgin in the group. It’s not in my nature to be behind on things and I fear this has caused me a significant level of distress. And so—after some careful pondering—I’ve decided that I must have sex. Immediately.”
Jungkook is nodding, like he’s waiting for more. “Is that it?”
“Someone made fun of you for being a virgin, and now you’re jumping me in the library?”
“Don’t be silly, I don’t mean to have sex right this instant, of course—there isn’t a bed, if you haven’t noticed. I understand this may seem sudden and perhaps rather reckless to you. Rest assured, I’m fully aware of what I’m asking for. I’d simply like to have sex, and you’re the first person on my list.”
“You have a list?” Jungkook nearly yells.
Jimin casts a quick glance around to make sure the library assistant is otherwise occupied. She is. She’s lumbering around the computer station, peeping at everyone’s screen. After that one time she caught a freshman watching porn, she’s been as sharp as a hawk.
“Who else is on your list?” Jungkook asks.
No one, is the right answer. But of course, Jungkook doesn’t know this. Jimin is a salesman, and he’s not above lying. “A number of my course mates. You’re probably not acquainted with any of them.”
“Oh,” Jungkook’s face falls. Then brightens. “But I’m first, right? That’s what you said.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“May I ask why? As in, why am I your first choice?”
“Your teeth are clean.” He means to say lovely, but it’s as close an answer he can get while his nerves are abuzz.
“You like my teeth?”
“Yes. And you have very nice skin.” And your take on the Zimbardo experiment was very interesting. Also, you were very nice to lend me a pen on the first day of Psych.
Jimin glances down and scuffs the toe of his shoe on the floor. “So will you?”
“Will I what?”
When he looks up, Jungkook has adopted a carefree stance with one arm slung over the shelf of the bookcase. The mid-afternoon sun highlights the golden-brown specks in his eyes as well as the floating dust particles of their ancient library. It is—by far—the sexiest thing Jimin has ever witnessed. Blood rushes to his cheeks and he attempts to clear his throat.
“Have sex with me.”
“You don’t think I need some careful pondering of my own?”
“Do you need time?”
“Well I have to think about it, don’t I?”
Jungkook is well known all over campus for being a prodigal flirt. And Jimin has learned that Jungkook is not only skilled and amiable, but most definitely always up for a one night stand. If he’s not agreeing immediately, Jimin can only conclude that he’s being brutally rejected.
He can’t help but wilt inside. He doesn’t really want to have sex with anyone else. No one has teeth as nice as Jungkook. Though he supposes if he tries hard enough, he might find an adequate replacement. Maybe Mingyu. He has nothing on Jungkook in terms of teeth and hair and skin. But Jimin had accidentally spied his penis that one time in the loo and he will admit it has its charms.
“Alright then. Have a good day—”
Jungkook catches his arm as he’s turning around and pulls him back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Leaving? I’ll have to go find—”
“No you won’t. I’ll do it.” Jungkook leans over him. He’s nearly a head taller than Jimin but the way he carries himself makes him a six foot giant.
“Oh, that’s—wonderful. Thank you very much.”
They stare at each other for a beat.
“Shall I give you my number?”
Jungkook sways on his feet, shuffling. “Have you changed it recently?”
“Then no, I already have it.” He then slips out of the aisle and walks out of Jimin’s sight.
“Is it just me or is Jeon Jungkook fixated on our table?”
Jimin turns around in his seat and sure enough, across the cafeteria, Jungkook is looking in their direction. Jimin raises his hand and waves. Jungkook nods almost imperceptibly, as if they’ve just agreed to an illicit drug deal. It’s all very clandestine-James-Bond-ish.
“I believe he’s telling me that Wednesday is still a go.”
“What’s happening on Wednesday?”
Taehyung’s munching on his burger but with the lettuce dangling mid-air and the splotches of ketchup staining his sleeves, Taehyung is feeding everything else but himself.
“I’m having sex.”
Taehyung spews all over the table.
“You’re having sex with Jeon Jungkook?”
At the table beside them, a couple of heads turn in a perfect imitation of a parliament of owls.
“Quite so,” Jimin tells them.
He digs into his pocket for a handkerchief. Taehyung mops up the table and returns it to him sopping wet. Jimin is only a little distressed when he tells Taehyung to keep it.
“Is this because of truth or dare the other night?”
“Yes. But I’ve made up my mind about it. I hope you’re not about to convince me otherwise.”
Taehyung is apprehensive, voice hushed as he leans closer. “Do you even know what happens during sex?”
“Of course I do,” Jimin replies indignantly. “I’m studying Medicine. I’m well aware of how the reproductive system functions.”
“Yes but I mean the other part. The dick in ass part.”
“What exactly do you mean?”
Taehyung types something into his phone and shoves it into Jimin’s hands. “Here, read this.”
Jimin spends the rest of his lunch brushing up on Gay Sex 101.
After class, he rushes to the local mart to scout for lube. He imagines a sole bottle with fluttering wings, a halo and an angel choir that will draw him in for a grab-and-go. Instead, he’s assaulted with a myriad of options. There’s one that’s aloe-vera based and edible. One that’s for sensitive skin which is extra moisturising. A warming jelly that has a litany of supportive reviews. And something water-based that promises to wash off easily.
He invests a good twenty minutes meticulously going through the labels of each bottle. Though he might as well have spent twenty seconds because he makes very little headway. There are just too many variables to consider and Jimin is unequipped with the necessary fundamental knowledge. In other words, he’s failed.
He turns over his shoulder. “Jungkook?”
“You—what are you doing here?”
“I’m looking for lube.”
Jungkook is dressed comfortably in a pair of sweatpants and a kitschy t-shirt. He’s always wearing jeans to class and Jimin has never had the opportunity to see him in anything else. His clothes are about two sizes too large but Jungkook somehow manages to swallow them while looking ever so cosy.
His eyebrows are at his hairline as he bounds over to Jimin. “I said I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to get one.”
“Yes but the article said it would be best if I stretched my anus before penetration occurs.”
Jungkook knocks headfirst into the shelf and swings around with a bottle. A couple of other items fall over but Jimin is more interested in Jungkook’s pick.
“Oh? Is this what you recommend?”
It’s the aloe-vera lube. He’s been feeling partial towards it and Jungkook’s confirmation is gratifying. Now he knows he has good instincts when it comes to sex.
“Thank you, Jungkook. I’ll be prepped and ready for you come tomorrow.”
As he heads for the counter, he hears Jungkook sputter and groan.
Jimin grins at the cashier, holding his lube out like a badge of honour.
After a productive day of studying, he lays on his bed, opens an incognito tab and pulls up PornHub. Halfway through the highest rated masturbation video, he’s sorely tempted to write a very long and detailed rant about the poor camera angles and how unhygienic it is that Tom deep-throats his dildo after pulling it out of his backside.
But he has bigger fish to fry.
As per Jungkook’s suggestion, Jimin combs through more articles. His professors have always emphasised the importance of credible sources so Jimin takes his search to Google Scholar. And PubMed—because this far into his degree, all his attempts at research start on PubMed by default. Unfortunately, the results are more on the side of health related statistics than actual step-by-step instructions.
He then turns his attention to pride community forums. The yield is much better.
The next thing he knows, he’s sequestered in the bathroom, one leg hiked over the sink and three fingers up his backside. His newly purchased lube slides all over his thighs and onto the twinkling tiled floor. The anon who instructs him says that it’s better to tug on his penis while working his fingers through his anus.
They’re absolutely right.
The following morning when his roommate bids him a cheery goodbye, Jimin waits all of ten seconds before he’s spreading his legs while simultaneously reaching for his lube. His dear dear lube.
It goes without saying that Jimin thinks about sex all day—missing cues and answering wrongly when called upon, later sprinting home as soon as he’s dismissed from his last class. He feels like a miscreant, indulging so passionately in something other than his studies. Though when he really thinks about it, it might not be a bad idea to invest in a camera and start up his own PornHub account. He should do his part in educating the masses now that he knows what he’s doing. And he’s always liked tutoring.
At 6:15 on the dot, Jimin stands in front of Jungkook’s apartment. He opens the door with a towel slung over his shoulders. His hair is wet and his shirt is damp. He must have just gotten out of the shower.
“I’m sorry I’m late. But I brought my lube,” Jimin says by way of greeting. He unzips his bag and shows it to Jungkook for good measure.
“Oh—wow uh, you’ve already used half of it?”
“Yes, I find that I like it wet. And I may have stretched twice more today. It’s quite an addictive feeling, isn’t it?”
Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he blusters. He’s just so innocent looking. But sexy. And hot. And very sexy. And very hot.
“You’re extremely handsome, Jungkook,” Jimin tells him earnestly.
“Thanks,” Jungkook says as he drags Jimin across the apartment.
They’re standing at the foot of the bed when Jungkook looks him right in the eye.
“You’re—yeah—you’re very good looking too. Very pretty. So pretty. Just your hair. And your eyes. Your—uh, yeah. It’s quite overwhelming at times, actually.”
Jimin preens. Then shucks his trousers off. “Shall we get started, then?”
“Whoa! Uh, your pants—” Jungkook squeaks. He seems to want to pick up Jimin’s trousers but stops midway. “Uh, your underwear too. Wait! Wait!”
Jimin crawls onto the bed and holds himself up on his elbows and knees. “I’ve read that this is the prime position for undertakings of a sexual nature.”
“Oh Jesus, fuck—Jimin—you can’t just—oh Jesus.”
Jimin wriggles his hips impatiently. “Any time now, Jungkook. I’ve got a scrabble appointment in one hour.”
“Just—stop moving. You scheduled scrabble after sex?”
Jimin flops onto his stomach and rolls over. Those forums may have given good advice in regards to stretching but their tips on enticing partners evidently lack substance, seeing that Jungkook is fully clothed and still talking.
“I volunteer at the Old Folks Home down on Fifth. Today we’re playing scrabble.”
“Can’t you cancel?” Jungkook is staring at his penis. And Jimin can’t help but watch him stare.
“I suppose I could. But I thought we wouldn’t be long. Half hour tops?”
“What, you thought I would just fuck you once and you could go on your merry way?”
Jimin heaves himself onto his elbows and blinks. “Was that not our agreement?”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. He has perfect eyebrows to raise. A paradigm of majestic and unrivalled elegance. “We’ll see about that,” he murmurs, landing on the bed with both knees. Jimin loses balance and falls flat on his back. “Can I kiss you?”
Jimin thinks it over. He does have a soft spot for Jungkook’s teeth. They’d be a wonderful addition to this experience. “Yes, you may.”
Jimin may be a virgin but he’s no stranger to kissing. He puckers his lips and waits for Jungkook to approach him. Jungkook chuckles.
“What?” Jimin asks, peering quizzically.
“Nothing, you just...”
“Did I do something?”
“No, not like that. You just—yeah. I really want to kiss you.”
He knows Jungkook wants to kiss him, he’s already said it. Before he can tell Jungkook he should seriously get himself checked out for early onset dementia, Jungkook is pressing his mouth to Jimin’s parted lips.
“Oh,” Jimin gasps, winding his arms around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook kisses fiercely, like his life depends on it. Who knows, maybe it does. When they part, Jimin is close to suffering from asphyxiation, having had all the breath stolen from his lungs.
“How can you do this to me?” Jungkook asks.
Jimin is tempted to ask the same. Does Jungkook even know how awful it is to have a gravestone that reads ‘Kissed To Death, And Still A Virgin’?
“Tone it down,” Jimin chides mildly.
Jungkook cranks it up by pulling Jimin straight onto his lap. Onto his penis, specifically, tenting spectacularly at the back of Jimin’s thighs.
“My!” Jimin yelps.
“This is the prime position,” Jungkook says. He interrupts himself with sporadic kisses to Jimin’s jaw and down his neck.
“Just a strategic location for sudden attacks.”
“You might be onto something here,” Jimin mutters breathlessly as Jungkook starts licking over his pulse and biting at the jut of his collarbone. “It’s inspiring.”
“Well, I’m inspired.” Jungkook throws him a cheeky grin, hand sliding to the bottom of his backside. “I’m on a pioneer journey as it is. The first person to fuck you, aren’t I, Jimin?”
Jungkook’s finger is circling the rim of his anus and Jimin feels his spine tingling with a frisson of excitement. He holds onto Jungkook’s shoulder and screws his eyes.
Something cold spills into the walls of his rectum and Jimin jolts.
“You like it wet, right?” Jungkook whispers by his ear. “Like this?” And he drives finger in, groaning as he swipes it back and forth. Every part of Jimin that is in contact with Jungkook sings alive.
“I’ve been missing out,” he tells Jungkook. “Is it always this good?”
Jungkook backs away and hops over the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. When Jimin blinks, Jungkook is completely nude. “No, and it probably never will be,” Jungkook says, voice faraway.
Then he’s back on the bed, guiding Jimin to lay on his back. Jungkook is a different person when Jimin looks up at him, otherworldly in a way. He’s watching Jimin studiously, all resolute and intense concentration. Like an important assignment that needs his utmost attention. A+, Jimin thinks. A++++++++++++++++, Jimin thinks, when Jungkook starts pumping two, then three fingers into him.
“Do you want to start a PornHub channel with me?”
Jungkook stops abruptly and careens forward, crashing into Jimin’s chest.
“You just seem very skilled and it’s a pity thinking no one gets to appreciate it. Think of all the untapped potential festering within the public. If only they just knew how to...do.”
“I thought you wanted to be a doctor,” Jungkook says, bewildered.
“I do,” Jimin says, equally confused.
“I think I should fuck you now.”
“Okay,” Jimin says. “Thank you.”
Jungkook glances at him shiftily as he stretches for his nightstand, grabbing a condom. Jimin spreads his legs wider.
“Jesus, fuck, don’t do that.”
“No, sorry, don’t mind me. I’m just over here casually losing my mind.”
Jimin tuts in sympathy. “Do you want to take a break? Should we stop?”
“No!” Jungkook scampers back, running his hands up Jimin’s legs and clutching firmly into his thighs. “I’m just trying to be suave and cool. To seduce you. I don’t think it’s working very well.”
“Oh but Jungkook, I’m very seduced. Look at my penis. It’s fully erect.”
“Yes,” Jungkook exhales in a whoosh, hand gripping Jimin’s penis and stroking lightly.
“Yes,” Jungkook says emphatically, then slides in.
Jimin moans very loudly. It’s shattering. Glasses should start breaking any moment now. He feels his back arching, hands squeezing, body squirming as Jungkook shoves up against him.
“Jimin—fuck—why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m not sure—what you mean. Jungkook, I’m—ah—very overwhelmed—ahh—”
“I would’ve fucked you in the library if you wanted me to. Got down on my knees and sucked you right off. You just have to say the words and I’d do anything for you.”
Jimin stretches on Jungkook’s bed, shirt rucking up his chest. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Yeah, you should do that,” Jungkook mumbles distractedly. “Tit for tat, since you’re always on mine.”
“You mean to say this is a revenge fuck?”
For the second time, Jungkook stops to stare at him blankly. Then hauls Jimin onto his lap.
“Whoop de doo,” Jimin says as he smacks into Jungkook’s deliciously muscled pecs.
“Did you just say fuck?”
“Oh, I suppose I did. Why?”
“You never swear.”
“How do you know so much about me?” Jimin asks as he starts bouncing on Jungkook’s penis. Now this is prime position. He’s going to deafen Jungkook with his moans.
“The question would be how can I not. Move your hips like that and I’m going to come.”
Jungkook plants his hands on Jimin’s waist and holds him tight.
“Not if—ah—I come first.”
“You have all the makings of a motivational speaker,” Jungkook says, lifting Jimin bodily to slam him down.
“Great,” Jimin says then promptly sinks his teeth into Jungkook’s shoulder as he comes all over Jungkook’s abs.
Jungkook thrusts into him one last time before he falls over backwards and brings Jimin down with him.
“What time is it?” Jimin asks after a moment of silence.
“Time to cuddle,” Jungkook says, arms crossing over Jimin’s back and caging him in, cheek smushed against the top of Jimin’s head.
“Is this part of sex? I don’t think the article mentioned it.”
“Yes it is,” Jungkook argues defensively. “I’m a package deal. You got the package, now here's the deal.”
“A 2-in-1 combo? That’s very generous of you, Jungkook. You're such an upstanding young man.”
“That’s right, I’m a total catch.”
Jimin nuzzles into Jungkook’s throat. There’s so much skin, and Jungkook has such lovely skin. Jimin is perhaps a little skin drunk.
“What do you think then? Was it a good experience?”
“Objectively speaking,” Jimin muses, forefinger trailing absently over Jungkook’s nipple. “It was good, but I’m severely lacking the necessary data to draw an accurate conclusion.”
“Subjectively speaking,” Jungkook’s voice catches as he leans in to suck on Jimin’s earlobe. “I could provide you with more data.”
“Oh,” Jimin sits up and beams. “Oh yes, let’s.”