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Jimin didn’t show up to practice for the next two days. He was so embarrassed, he couldn’t face Taehyung. He’d probably told all of his cheer friends what had happened, and they’d be glaring at him or confront him in front of the whole football team and Jimin’s friends.
He was racked with anxiety about going, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off with the playing sick act for long before his friends started getting at him about it. Jungkook had already made a probing question to Jimin when he’d offered to bring him groceries and Jimin had said no. He reminded Jimin of the previous time he got sick, how he had all the team members coming in and out to take care of him, and now all of a sudden he wants to be alone?
Jimin had no comment other than worrying that it would be too contagious, which Jungkook didn’t really buy. Obviously, Jimin wasn’t fooling anyone, but they decided to eventually drop it and let him complete whatever self journey he was on.
***
“Jimin, get your f*ckin head in the game.” Hoseok barked the next day at practice, shoving the junior. “You literally f*cked up every call.”
“Seriously, we’re lucky coach didn’t make us do laps.” Jungkook chimed in, flicking Jimin’s head. “What’s going on up there?”
Jimin hadn’t a single answer. He couldn’t even make up a lie. All he could muster up was a weak “Sorry, guys” to his friends. The other boys weren’t satisfied in the slightest by Jimin’s half-hearted apology. On top of that, they were still annoyed he’d ditched two days in a row of practice before their big game. After going off on him, they simply left while cursing under their breath.
“Figure it out, Jimin.” Jin sighed, trying to keep the peace before walking away.
Yoongi stood quietly beside the fellow senior, brooding. He tried to be as level headed as Jin and set a good example, but he was visibly pissed. Jimin didn’t even really feel that bad. He didn’t have any room in his brain to be thinking about football.
Only Taehyung.
Understandably, Jimin stayed behind to clean up. He went as slow as possible, not in a hurry to go home and be alone again. He realized the solitude drove him even crazier than having to face the cheer squad. At least out in the world he could try to ignore them, but locked in his room he was just tormented with his regret and shame.
The cheer squad had come onto the field and began practicing. Jimin dared to glance up only a couple times and saw Taehyung clearly avoiding him. He didn’t even turn his head in the football player’s direction once. Jimin winced at the disregard and kept dragging the equipment to the shed.
When he was about to head out, there was rustling amongst the squad and screaming erupted.
“Look out!”
Jimin’s head snapped up to see Taehyung rushing to the pyramid, where the girl at the top had lost her footing and was now plummeting down to the ground.
Taehyung caught her, but had to twist his body in an awkward way to make sure when they fell to the ground that he hit first so she could land on him. The girls all gasped and got to their feet to gather around the two. Jimin rushed over and peeked his head above the girls to see Taehyung holding his ankle.
“f*ck, Tae I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” The girl he’d caught asked, trying to lift his hand to see the point he was applying pressure to.
Sure enough, it was swelling up immediately and getting red.
“sh*t, do you think it’s broken?” She asked, guilt washing over her face.
“No, I didn’t hear a pop. I just twisted it.” Taehyung said, trying to comfort her even though he was the one in physical pain.
Jimin took in the injury, compared it to the multiple serious injuries he’d seen during practice or games, and agreed that it definitely wasn’t broken.
“Can you walk? We can probably carry you to the nurse.” The head of the squad suggested.
“I think I have crutches in my car?” Another girl offered.
“I’ll carry him.”
A hush fell over the squad as heads turned to see Jimin. He hadn’t really thought about it before he’d offered, but he wasn’t going to take it back. The fear of Taehyung hurting himself further if he tried to walk on it outweighed Jimin worrying about his image.
“You will?” The girl who Taehyung had caught questioned him.
“Yeah.” Jimin asked, kneeling beside a very surprised looking Taehyung. “Are you ready?”
Jimin also hadn’t considered the fact that Taehyung could reject him in front of all his cheer friends, and his confidence began to falter.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Taehyung said, taking Jimin’s hand to stand on his good foot.
He got on the football player’s back and they were off. The sun had already set and the lights on the pathway were the only thing guiding Jimin. It was silent between the two of them, until Jimin had to hike Taehyung back up for the fifth time halfway to the nurse’s.
“Damn, you’re heavy.” Jimin huffed, pulling a slipping Taehyung further up on his back.
“Says the boy who I had to carry for nearly a mile home on my shoulder.” Taehyung jeered. “I can honestly just walk if you can’t carry me.”
“Screw you, I can carry you.” Jimin retorted.
“Then stop complaining like a little bitch.” Taehyung shot back, and Jimin rolled his eyes.
“You know, you can be a brat.” The football player said, making Taehyung laugh.
“And you can be a prima donna. It’s why we’re a good pair.”
The words left Taehyung’s mouth before he could question them, and Jimin stopped in his tracks, slowly craning his neck to look back at Taehyung.
“You think we’re a good pair?”
Taehyung debated redacting his comment, but once he saw the hope in Jimin’s expression, he sighed. “Most of the time.”
A childlike smile of satisfaction grew on Jimin’s face as he turned and continued walking with Taehyung.
“I think so too.” He said quietly.
They had to wait for the nurse to arrive, so Taehyung hopped up on the table while Jimin plopped down in the chair across from him. They sat quietly, and Taehyung knew Jimin was contemplating what to say. He got this look on his face whenever he was about to explain his feelings, and Taehyung never cut him off when he saw it.
“Tae, I’m really sorry.” Jimin finally said, looking down in shame. “I didn’t know I could get like that when I’m drunk, and I honestly don’t remember exactly what happened, but I know it must have been bad if I made you as mad as I did. And I know it was definitely my fault, so I want to say I’m really sorry.”
The younger stared at Jimin a moment, seeing the waves of insecurity washing over his expression as he nervously looked from Taehyung to the floor and back again. The cheerleader sat at the edge of the table and motioned for Jimin.
“Come here.”
Jimin was on his feet and in Taehyung’s embrace in a second, his arms around Taehyung’s waist and his face pressed into his shoulder.
“I missed you.” Jimin said, and Taehyung rubbed his back comfortingly.
“I missed you too.” Taehyung said softly. “But if you ever pull that sh*t again, our friendship is done.”
Jimin nodded, hiding into Taehyung. “I promise it’ll never happen again. I’ll be better.”
***
The two went back to their secret companionship, putting their drunken episode in the past. Jimin was too ashamed to bring it up, and Taehyung didn’t really want to either. Though it did mean they wouldn’t be able to acknowledge the motivations that led up to it, both were okay with that for the sake of comfortably hanging out again.
After a couple weeks, Taehyung’s ankle obviously wasn’t completely healed, but he was more mobile than when he’d first twisted it. Spring was just peeking around the corner, when Jimin received an invite from his roommate. Normally, Jimin would politely turn him down, but now that he and Taehyung were close again, he decided he might as well see if the cheerleader took any interest.
They were doing their typical Thursday night post-smoke gaming session when Jimin brought it up.
“Hey Tae?” Jimin paused the game and looked over at the cheerleader from his spot on the couch.
Taehyung took the opportunity to pop some corn nuts in his mouth glancing over at the older.
“Yeah?”
“Would you maybe wanna go on a…trip?”
Taehyung gave a confused look, completely unprepared for the question.
“A trip?” He grinned a little. “Sounds kinda vague. Can I get a couple more details?”
“Well, you know how my roommates are always gone on the weekends?” Jimin asked. “One of them has a cabin, and he always asks me if I wanna go but they both have girlfriends and I don’t wanna be the fifth wheel. But he said that I’m welcome to bring you.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh lightly.
“So I’m your +1 on a couples trip?”
“If you wanna call it that.” Jimin shrugged, looking away for a second. “Anyways, it’s about a two and a half hour drive. Wanna go?”
Taehyung couldn’t help but find Jimin’s insecurity around the subject adorable.
“Sure, I’m down.” Taehyung answered. “I am still a bit injured, though.”
“Right, we wouldn’t go on the hikes and the water rafting stuff. We’d probably just lounge around the lake and…fish I guess?”
It would have been baffling for Jimin to ask his injured friend to join him on a very physical activity based trip if that friend wasn’t Taehyung.
“The way you talk about going to a cabin for a weekend makes it seem like you’ve never been in the wilderness before.”
“Well, it’s far as f*ck, so no I haven’t been in the forest a lot.” Jimin crossed his arms defensively. “Have you?”
“Not a ton, but clearly more than you.” Taehyung snickered. “Didn’t you go to outdoor ed camp in grade school? Or bonding trips with your teammates?”
“No. The boys and I don’t do that, and my school took us snowboarding for our outdoor trip and we stayed in a ski lodge.”
Of course they did. Taehyung wasn’t the most outdoorsy guy in the world, but Jimin was far too high maintenance to be getting his hands dirty in the woods. The cheerleader was very excited to see it.
“Alright, I’m game. Let’s go.”
***
That weekend, Taehyung did indeed prove himself to be more experienced when it came to things like surviving in the forest. The cheerleader ended up driving because Jimin got scared on the winding roads, and made Taehyung check the bedroom for spiders when they’d found one crawling on the porch.
Taehyung just found it amusing as Jimin continued to get embarrassed by his poor forest etiquette. He would give Jimin little jobs here and there to make him feel important, like carrying their duffel bags over or gathering firewood. Though it was pretty obvious to Jimin’s roommates what the cheerleader was doing, the football player seemed content nonetheless with the tasks while Taehyung and the roommates took down the canoes and planned the itinerary.
“Are you sure you want to stay back?” Jimin’s roommate asked once they pulled on their backpacks for the hike they’d decided on.
“Yeah, I think I should take it easy on my ankle for now.” Taehyung said, thanking them for including him.
Jimin couldn’t help but feel grouchy that his own roommates hadn’t double checked to see if he wanted to go on the hike. He felt inadequate on this little trip, and it took everything in Taehyung not to coo at how cute Jimin’s grumpy little pout was.
“C’mon, Jimin.” Taehyung said, grabbing the fishing poles and bait. “Let’s go catch some mackerels.
Jimin might have been frustrated with his inability to catch anything if he wasn’t having such an enjoyable time with Taehyung out on the water. After casting their fishing lines, the two ended up just basking in the sun while their row boat gently floated on the lake.
“Are you enjoying your make-up outdoor ed trip, Jimin?” Taehyung grinned over at the older.
“Yes, actually.” Jimin flicked some water over at Taehyung. “Despite you showing me up with everything, I’m just realizing how nice this is.”
“Nature?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah.” Jimin leaned back on his hands and lolled his head to the side. “Before moving to our college town, I’ve only ever lived in cities. I didn’t know places could be this quiet.”
“You haven’t even seen the best part.” Taehyung’s eyes glimmered. “Out here, there’s no city lights at night, so you can see the stars perfectly.”
Jimin furrowed his brows at the fact. “You can see the stars back home too.”
“Not like out here.” Taehyung said. “Trust me, when the sun sets, you’ll see what I mean.”
Sure enough, after everyone had gathered to eat around the campfire and taken their spots on the grass to digest before heading back to the cabin for bed, the darkness of night settled around the forest. Jimin’s eyes went wide once he gazed up at the stars.
Taehyung was right, they were insanely bright. Jimin enjoyed looking up at the stars back home every once in a while, but out here it was mesmerizing. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be satisfied with watching the constellations back home ever again once he’d experienced this.
The cheerleader kept peeking over at the older, grinning at his reaction of being in complete awe.
“Told you.” Taehyung nudged him. “It’s different out here.”
“I’m never going to get over this.” Jimin said. “Now I see why my roommates come out here so much. I’d go on nature trips way more just to see the sky.”
“I can take you.” Taehyung said. “Especially once my ankle heals, I can take you to where we did outdoor ed and where my sorority sisters and I take RV trips to the beach.”
Jimin’s eyes scanned over each and every star, trying his best to conceal the excited smile tugging at his lips.
“I’d like that.”
Their hands grazed each other on the grass while they watched. Without verbally acknowledging it, they let their fingers interlock, lying quietly on the grass while holding hands and watching the stars glow.
With every activity they did on their own due to Taehyung’s injury, Jimin fell deeper into dependency on the cheerleader he once despised. Hours together went by and the football player couldn’t tell how much time was spent talking versus enjoying the sounds of wildlife. He was so comfortable with Taehyung that his typical social anxiety pressuring him to fill any silence with conversation completely dissipated. They could talk for hours, or spend hours together not talking at all.
Jimin had never had a friend like that. Even Hoseok, his longest friendship stemming back from high school, wasn’t like this. They could be together and not talk, but it never felt as peaceful as with Taehyung. They would be on their phones or gaming or drinking. Nobody else made Jimin feel this calm and completely at ease like Taehyung.
It wasn’t until the end of the trip that the looming awareness of what was to come back home started plaguing him. He had just been on this extraordinary trip with Taehyung, spending so much time together and partaking in subtle affection throughout, and now he had to go back home to his friends. His hom*ophobic, Taehyung-despising friends.
The cheerleader didn’t notice the shift in Jimin’s demeanor as it came to an end, and the couples were packing up to head home. Jimin glanced over at his roommate, who was happily chatting with his girlfriend as they were tying everything down in their car.
He took a heavy sigh, trying to suppress his guilt as he approached his roommate, who noticed him and immediately gave him his undivided attention.
“Hey, uh…” Jimin trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question in the least douchey way possible.
“What’s up Jimin?” Bryan asked.
“Um, I was just gonna ask if you could maybe…keep this a secret.”
Bryan titled his head in confusion at Jimin’s request. “Keep what a secret?”
Jimin couldn’t get the words out, he couldn’t bring himself to admit what he was asking. Bryan was confused by his roommate’s reaction, then just followed Jimin’s line of vision to Taehyung packing the car, and it clicked.
He looked back at Jimin. “Keep you and Taehyung a secret?”
“Um, yeah.” Jimin confirmed sheepishly.
Bryan just stared at him for a moment with an unreadable expression, every second increasing Jimin’s anxiety.
Finally he spoke.
“Sure, Jimin.”
With that he grabbed his backpack and walked to his truck, his girlfriend waiting close by. Jimin stared forlorn at them as they hopped in and drove away. The absence of their car revealed Taehyung in front of his, looking over at Jimin, a happy smile on his face.
“C’mon, Jimin! Let’s beat traffic.”
Jimin felt small and he knew it was his fault. He couldn’t face his feelings, he couldn’t face his insecurities, he couldn’t face his friends. To his core, Jimin was just a coward.
He simply joined Taehyung at the truck, hopping into the passenger’s side.
“You okay?” Taehyung asked with concern.
Jimin forced a weak smile. “Yeah, just tired after this weekend.”
Taehyung grinned and revved the engine. “Well you can sleep on the way home. It’s gonna rain so it’ll take even longer to get home.”
Jimin didn’t spend much of the drive sleeping, if any of it. Mainly it was him staring out the window longingly for something he wasn’t brave enough to say.
The rain ended up being too severe to drive through, and the two eventually had to pull over and wait for the storm to die down. They put down Taehyung’s back seat and grabbed their pillows and blankets to lie under his sunroof and watch the rain hit the window.
Taehyung was just letting himself be entranced by the water droplets showering onto the glass when a crack of thunder echoed. The cheerleader thought nothing of it until he felt movement next to him, and looked over to see it was Jimin, shaking.
“You’re scared?” Taehyung asked the shivering boy.
“N-no.” Jimin lied unconvincingly, then immediately flinched at another crack of thunder.
“Here, I’ve got you.” Taehyung said with a comforting smile, turning to his side and holding Jimin close.
Jimin was terrified of the storm, but Taehyung felt the opposite. He loved rainy, thunderous nights. He felt like it was nature reminding humans of its power, and cleansing the earth for just a bit. He loved it most when he could nap during the day and let the rain lull him to sleep.
He wondered if there was a reason Jimin was so petrified by the rain. It wasn’t completely unreasonable to assume he just hated storms, but this level of terror felt like it was motivated from something deeper.
When there was a strike of lightning following another clap of thunder, Jimin flinched and let out a pathetic noise that sounded like a mixture of a squeal and a whimper. Taehyung was right there to wrap his arms around Jimin so the older could bury his face in the cheerleader’s chest.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Taehyung said softly. “Nothing’s gonna happen.”
“You don’t know that.” Jimin said, clinging onto Taehyung’s shirt like his life depended on it.
Taehyung stayed quiet for just long enough before finally asking.
“Jimin, was there something that happened to you regarding a storm to make you so frightened?”
He was met with silence, and feared he’d crossed a line.
“A tree broke into my room.” Jimin finally said.
“Broke into your room?” Taehyung followed up, bewildered by the intensity of it.
“There was a really bad storm. A tree knocked over and fell against our house so hard it shattered the wall and fell into my room.” He said. “My parents were at some convention and my babysitter had left for a party. I was trapped under the tree for two hours, alone, with the rain pelting me in the face.”
Jimin shivered thinking about it, curling closer into the cheerleader.
“The rain turned into hail, and by the time they found me my face was covered in red welts from being hit by the ice.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Jimin.” Taehyung immediately reached up to shut the sunroof cover then held Jimin closer. “How old were you?”
“Seven.” He said. “Ever since, I hate the rain. Every time I hear thunder or see lightning, I’m brought back to that night. I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help but feel like it’s gonna happen again.”
“It’s not stupid.” Taehyung said, rubbing Jimin’s back soothingly. “I understand. My sister almost drowned when she was a kid, and now she can’t go near the water. She won’t go to pool parties or the beach. No matter how far away the water is, she won’t go near it.”
It made Jimin feel a little better, weirdly. Not that he was happy about Taehyung’s sister being so close to death, but that he wasn’t weird for having a childhood experience affect him still as an adult.
“And my cousin? He was bit by a dog as a little kid. Now he’s terrified of dogs. Even a tiny chihuahua. The minute he hears a dog barking too close to him, he goes running.” Taehyung continued. “It’s normal to be scared of things that traumatized us as kids. Nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Did anything happen to you?” Jimin asked, still trembling a bit.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, did anything happen when you were younger that still affects you like your sister with water and your cousin with dogs?”
There was a long pause before Taehyung responded.
“Not really.” He said, then kissed the top of Jimin’s head. “You should try to rest. I’m right here.”
Taehyung kept a tight hold of Jimin. The older sighed and let himself melt back into the cheerleader. He still flinched at the sound of thunder, but feeling Taehyung’s fingers run along his back to calm him down proved successful, and he was finally able to sleep.
***
As expected, even the light exertion of pressure on Taehyung’s ankle from camping made the sprain swell even more and regress in its healing process. Once they returned, Taehyung’s squad sent him straight to the nurse’s office before he could even attempt to practice. Jimin snuck out his phone during football practice to text Taehyung, asking if he was okay.
The cheerleader responded telling Jimin that the nurse scolded him and instructed him to ice his ankle and keep it elevated with no more pressure onto it. Jimin told Taehyung to wait in the office until practice was over and he could come get him.
With the nurse’s care and one ankle brace later, the pair were walking to Taehyung’s car with crutches under his arms. His cheer squad had waited anxiously outside for him, and he was quick to assure them that he was fine and would be back to cheering in a few weeks.
They gave a strange look to Jimin, who awkwardly waited on the side for Taehyung, then wished the cheerleader farewell. They’d all offered Taehyung rides, but he’d told them that Jimin was going to drive him home. It caused a bit of suspicion amongst the squad, but they decided not to push Taehyung on it and just told him to be careful before dispersing.
“Do they hate me?” Jimin asked, making Taehyung laugh.
“They’re not your biggest fan. But that might change pretty soon.” Taehyung assured him. “Are you sure you want to come to my place? I don’t want you to leave your car here.”
“Oh no, it’s okay. I don’t have it. I was going to get a ride from Namjoon…but none of the boys are eager to be giving me rides these days.”
He was of course referring to the fact that he’d been playing terribly during their scrimmages because his mind was on Taehyung the whole time, and the whole team had been yelling at Jimin for it.
“I see, so you’re just helping me to steal a ride?” Taehyung poked, getting a reaction from the football player.
“No! I would’ve offered anyway. I just wanna make sure you get home safe.”
“Alright, let me know if you want me to drop you at your house on the way.” Taehyung said as he pulled out his keys and Jimin just shook his head. Being left by Taehyung was the absolute last thing he wanted.
The boys drove home, talking as casually as usual, with the addition of Jimin repeatedly asking Taehyung if his ankle was okay and if he wanted the football player to drive instead.
“Jimin, I’m not paralyzed.” Taehyung said with a light hearted laugh. “I think you’re more worried about my ankle than me.”
That didn’t deter Jimin from continuously checking up on the taller junior, all the way up until Taehyung parked at his apartment complex.
“You’re sure you’re okay to walk?” Jimin asked, ready to catch a limping Taehyung as he got out of his car.
“Yes, I’m good. I’ve sprained my ankle before, Jimin.” Taehyung affirmed him for what felt like the hundredth time. “I appreciate your concern.”
“I just don’t want you to sprain it worse.” Jimin said, opening Taehyung’s door for him. “Will your roommate be able to help you around the apartment?”
“Probably not since he’s never here. But it’s fine, seriously I’ve had worse injuries.” Taehyung closed the door behind him. “If anything, it just sucks that I’ll have to miss the next few games. Won’t be able to see you and your fellow meatheads get destroyed by every team you play against.”
Jimin rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Taehyung once they’d plopped down on the couch.
“Oh, f*ck off. We’re not that bad.” He said, and Taehyung gave him a cynical look, making Jimin backtrack. “We don’t lose every game.”
“Always good to see the silver lining, I suppose.”
Jimin just flipped him off before he retrieved frozen peas for Taehyung’s ankle.
The two did what they would always do. They ordered pizza and doordashed snacks, and once their gourmet meal that only a middle school boy should be consuming came, they stuffed their faces while playing games and trash talking each other. It was incredible how deep their conversations could get when they were playing racing games with maps they had already memorized.
After hours, they had to take a break for their sore eyes. Specifically Jimin’s since his vision was one of the worst Taehyung had ever seen for someone their age. The cheerleader tried on Jimin’s glasses a couple of times when the football player had brought them instead of wearing contacts, and Taehyung couldn’t believe that Jimin needed so much visual aid to function.
They reclined on the couch, the chirping of crickets outside and the low hum of the crappy refrigerator replacing the silence that was once filled with the upbeat tunes of mario kart.
“Is your ankle elevated enough?” Jimin asked, making a move to adjust the pillow Taehyung’s foot was propped up on.
“Yes, Jimin.” Taehyung chuckled. “I promise I’m okay. I’ve got Advil and frozen veggies taking care of the healing process.”
“I can’t believe you’re an athlete that doesn’t have an ice pack.” Jimin shook his head. “Who in their right mind leaves themselves so vulnerable?”
“An athlete who’s confident he won’t get hurt.” Taehyung said smugly.
“Oh yeah? Then what happened that day?” Jimin clapped back, crossing his arms.
“That was me being a hero. I could’ve let her fall and saved myself from injury, but that’s not what I was raised to do.” He said, batting his eyelashes and causing Jimin to roll his eyes.
“My hero .” He said sarcastically, then threw a pretzel at Taehyung.
“Well you know what this means?” Taehyung started, popping the pretzel previously thrown at him in his mouth. “You’re gonna have to take my spot on the squad for the next few games until I’m healed since I’ve been out for so long.”
Jimin snorted at the suggestion. “As if. You’d lose your spot permanently if I subbed for you even once.”
This caught Taehyung off guard. That was not the response he thought he would get from the football player.
“Oh yeah? What exactly do you have that I don’t to make you so much better of a cheerleader?” He asked. “We’ve already been over how it’s harder than it looks.”
“I know that now. But what I lack in strength I make up for in flexibility.”
The proclamation got the wheels in Taehyung’s head to start turning.
“You’ve brought up this flexibility a few times now. You do know how flexible the cheerleaders have to be to be on the squad, right?”
“Yes, we sit around and watch you guys almost daily.” Jimin reminded him. “That’s why I know I’d fit in.”
Taehyung scoffed and crossed his arms. “Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is and show me this flexibility.”
Jimin got up, looking Taehyung dead in the eyes, and dropped into a split just like that. No warm up stretch, and no resistance. Just full split. Taehyung’s jaw dropped a millisecond after Jimin’s ass hit the floor and his eyes went from Jimin’s smug grin to his legs perfectly stretched on either side of him.
“Damn, you really are flexible.” Taehyung said, trying not to drool at Jimin in that position.
“I told you I was.” He responded, proudly.
“I didn’t think you’d be this limber. I can’t even do the splits.” Taehyung said. “How’d you get like this?”
“I just stretch a lot. Plus I’m naturally flexible.” Jimin said with a co*cky tone he hadn’t dropped since they’d gotten on the topic. “Think I’d never make it on the team now?”
Taehyung shook his head to regather his focus. For once, Jimin caught Taehyung slipping.
“I retract my statement. Spread your legs like that, and you definitely could make it on the team.” Taehyung said, immediately realizing how misconstrued his words came out. “I mean, not spread your legs like that —well, yes, some of them do, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but that’s not to imply all cheerleaders spread their legs. I just want you to.”
It was blurted out so suddenly it almost shocked Taehyung, though it’d come from his own mouth. Jimin gazed at the cheerleader after that comment, then slowly pulled his legs back in to sit across from Taehyung on the floor, looking up at him.
“You do?” Jimin asked curiously.
Taehyung decided he wouldn’t back down from his statement, now that they were both in a responsible, sober state.
“I do.” Taehyung answered,
The look Jimin was giving him was impossible to describe. It was a mixture of a needy puppy and a seductress. Taehyung finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood, walking over to Jimin with a slight limp.
“Tae, your ankle–”
Taehyung pulled the boy up to his feet, the adrenaline making him forget about his ankle pain. He held Jimin in close, and the football player gasped, grabbing the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt against his chest.
They stared deeply into each other's eyes for what felt like far too long. They could feel their hearts pounding against their chests, and their breathing patterns sped up from the months of built-up tension unfolding.
“You okay?” Taehyung asked, and Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
His eyes kept flicking from Taehyung’s lips back to his eyes, biting his own lower lip in anticipation.
"I really, really want you, but I won't do anything to you without your consent. Your absolute, enthusiastic consent." Taehyung finally said. "Do you want me, Jimin?"
Jimin let out a relieved breath and nodded. He wanted this, he wanted Taehyung. He needed him.
"I’ve always wanted you." Jimin admitted quietly.
Taehyung pressed Jimin against the wall and kissed him deeply. Jimin moaned and wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck. Taehyung's large hands gripped Jimin's thighs and hiked them up so his legs wrapped around his waist. Jimin didn’t even think to ask Taehyung about his sprained ankle, far too deep into erotic euphoria to care. If Taehyung was hurt, he’d let Jimin know.
However, Taehyung could not have given less of a sh*t. He’d deal with the ankle injury later. Right now he just needed to get Jimin to his bed as fast as humanly possible.
He carried them to his room and laid Jimin on his mattress. The first article of clothing to shed was Jimin’s shirt, followed by his shorts. Jimin tugged at Taehyung’s cheer jersey, the taller boy throwing it off, frantically trying to get back to Jimin promptly. He kissed from Jimin’s jaw down to his exposed, toned chest. He kissed down Jimin’s stomach and the football player arched into Taehyung’s lips.
The younger grabbed Jimin’s boxers, pulling them down and tossing them aside so the football player was completely naked while Taehyung was still in his shorts. There was something slightly erotic about it that Jimin’s couldn’t describe, being so exposed to the other like this. Taehyung looked up at Jimin before moving forward, waiting for another form of reassurance of consent. Jimin met his gaze and nodded, providing the greenlight Taehyung needed to continue.
The cheerleader wrapped his long fingers around Jimin’s dick, slowly running them up and down. Jimin’s precum gave enough slick for Taehyung’s fingers to glide, but he let his saliva drip down onto it for good measure before jerking him off. Jimin gnawed on his lip, trying his best not to thrust up into the cheerleader’s hand. Taehyung lowered down so his lips were right above Jimin’s dick, looking up at him first. Jimin nodded again, biting on his knuckle in preparation.
Taehyung wrapped his lips around the tip and slowly sunk down so the full length was in his mouth. Jimin let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan, gripping the comforter beneath him and letting his eyes roll back. He involuntarily thrust his hips up into Taehyung, but the cheerleader didn’t mind. He started off slow, knowing Jimin could easily cum in seconds if he went too fast. It was the football player’s first time with a guy, and Taehyung wanted to make it last.
Jimin felt as if he had entered another realm with the pleasure Taehyung was bringing him. Sure, he’d gotten his fair share of blowj*bs from girls, but none of them had ever come a fraction close to what it felt to get one from Taehyung. It was too much, and Jimin worried he would cum too soon.
“Wait, wait, Tae.” Jimin said in a shaky voice, gently grabbing Taehyung’s hair.
Immediately the taller boy pulled off, looking at Jimin with concern.
“You okay?” He asked.
Jimin nodded, his already flushed face getting pinker with bashfulness at what he was about to say.
“I don’t wanna cum yet.” He said in a quiet voice.
“Do you need to take a break?” Taehyung asked, coming closer to the shorter boy.
Jimin shook his head, looking away to try and gather his courage before returning his gaze to Taehyung.
“I want you to f*ck me.” He said in nearly a whisper.
Taehyung clenched his jaw and his dick grew even harder than it already was somehow. He’d figured it was going this direction, but hearing Jimin verbalize it was another level of pleasure and hadn’t even been touched yet.
“You want me to? Are you sure?” Taehyung asked. “You don’t feel pressured?”
Jimin shook his head, hiding his mouth with his hand.
“I want you to.” He said, then fully committed. “I need you to.”
Taehyung bent down and kissed Jimin passionately, hovering over the boy so as not to crush him with his weight. Jimin wrapped his arms around the cheerleader as the kiss continued, eventually pulling away when he felt too desperate.
“Tae, please.”
Taehyung nodded and reached over into his drawer, bringing out a tiny bottle and a condom.
“What’s that?” Jimin asked, indicating the miscellaneous container and Taehyung grinned at the shorter boy’s innocence.
“It’s lube.” He said. “You’re definitely going to need it for your first time.”
Jimin had obviously heard of lube before, and seen it in p*rn, but he’d never used it. He was extremely curious about what it would feel like.
After removing his shorts and boxers, Taehyung poured some on his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. He looked into Jimin’s eyes again as he spread his legs with his other hand.
“This might feel weird at first.” Taehyung warned. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.” Jimin promised.
Taehyung massaged Jimin’s rim a bit, staring intently at the football player’s face to make sure he caught onto any discomfort. He slowly inserted just the first digit of one finger, feeling Jimin clench around him and bit his lip.
“You okay?” Taehyung asked in concern.
Jimin nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah…keep going.”
Taehyung obliged, inching it further and further until it was all the way in, his eyes locked on Jimin the whole time. He let Jimin get used to it for a moment before slowly sliding it in and out. Jimin clenched his jaw and squinted his eyes closed a few times, but Taehyung could see his dick twitching every time he pushed his digits past the rim.
“Can you take another?” Taehyung asked, and Jimin immediately told him he could.
Taehyung slid in the second even slower than the third, then continued the same pattern. Once Jimin told him he wanted another, Taehyung slipped the third in and began speeding up the pace.
Jimin was writhing beneath him, pleading Taehyung to keep going. When Taehyung found the football player’s prostate, Jimin felt he was seeing stars and squealed. Taehyung kept rubbing it, trying to get Jimin ready as his fingers stretched him out and prepared him.
With just Taehyung’s long fingers alone, Jimin already felt like he was transcending to another dimension of pleasure every time the cheerleader pressed against his prostate. His lips were parted and he was twitching uncontrollably, which he might have been embarrassed about if he wasn’t so entranced by the ecstasy of feeling his prostate massaged for the first time in his life.
“T-Tae, I’m too close.” Jimin eventually gasped out. “Put it in.”
Taehyung kept fingering Jimin, looking back up at him.
“You’re sure?” He asked. “A dick is a lot bigger than three fingers.”
“I want it so bad.” Jimin said, tears coming to his eyes in arousal.
“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Taehyung promised. “I’ll be gentle.”
He managed to keep stretching Jimin as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and successfully rolled it onto his dick with one hand. Jimin hadn’t gotten a look at Taehyung’s dick yet, but he faintly saw the size of the condom from the discarded package wrapper on the floor, and braced himself for what was to come.
Taehyung stopped moving his fingers, keeping them lodged inside.
“Jimin, look at me.” Taehyung ordered.
The shorter struggled to open his eyes through his lust, and finally connected them with Taehyung.
“This is probably going to hurt at first. I’m serious, promise me you’ll tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
Jimin had never seen Taehyung so stern in their friendship, and he nodded.
“I promise, Taehyung.” Jimin said. “Even if it hurts, don’t stop unless I say I need you too, okay?”
Taehyung agreed, and centered his dick against Jimin’s entrance.
“Okay, deep breath Jimin.” Taehyung encouraged him.
Jimin did so and in perfect sync, Taehyung began to push in. He studied Jimin’s face to ensure that he wasn’t hiding immense displeasure. Within the first inch, Jimin understood why Taehyung had given him such a disclaimer. It was very different from three fingers, even when they were stretching him out.
“You okay?” Taehyung whispered.
Jimin nodded. “I’m okay. Keep going.”
Taehyung did, pausing every few centimeters to make sure Jimin wasn’t in too much pain. Jimin couldn’t even try to lie—it definitely hurt like hell—but he was far too needy for Taehyung to want it to stop.
By about the end, Jimin was letting out the highest pitch, nearly silent yelp. Taehyung went at a snail’s pace as he pushed the final inch, watching Jimin like a hawk. The shorter wiggled his hips a bit to adjust, his eyes still shut tight and his jaw locked to get used to the feeling. Gradually he looked up at Taehyung.
“I’m good. Just go slow.”
Taehyung nodded and pulled out unbelievably steady, noting Jimin’s every shift in his facial expression. The football player was wincing and shuddering, but arching up into the cheerleader at the same time. His fingers reached up to grasp Taehyung’s strong arms, his nails digging in a bit every time the younger pushed back in. It was borderline painful for Taehyung to go so slow when Jimin felt so f*cking amazing, but he didn’t even think about speeding up for his own gain. All he cared about was making sure Jimin was okay.
As the football player started to get used to it, he began to enjoy it more. Taehyung could see the transformation of his expression as he stretched out, and wrapped his hand around Jimin’s dick again to induce more pleasure. With Taehyung jerking him while simultaneously hitting his prostate, Jimin began melting into the sheets, his arms falling above his head and his trembling fingers running through his own hair. He let out glorious moans as Taehyung continued thrusting at a steady pace.
Taehyung was enamored by Jimin’s beauty, seeing him completely let his guard down and give into the euphoria. His lips were parted, every moan and whimper escaping clearly for Taehyung to hear. He took a glimpse down at Jimin’s perfect, almost hourglass physique. His thin waist, smooth skin, faint six pack anytime he flexed from Taehyung pushing in, his dick twitching against his stomach and the tip leaking precum on his smooth skin. He was beautiful.
Taehyung hunched over and kissed Jimin’s neck, sucking on the hot skin now a bit salty from the sweat that the action was inducing.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, Jimin." Taehyung said, thrusting into Jimin, picking up the tempo. "I've thought about how beautiful you would look under me. How good you would feel. It's even better than I imagined."
"T-Tae..." Jimin choked, reaching up to grip the back of Taehyung's hair.
"Need me to slow down?" Taehyung asked, immediately doing so.
"No no, please." Jimin whimpered. “Please go faster.”
Taehyung fulfilled his request, speeding up his rhythm as he f*cked into Jimin, hitting his prostate every time. The football player was seeing stars at this point, his prostate and dick both being stimulated by the tall cheerleader. He was arching uncontrollably into the feeling, gripping Taehyung’s hair and loosely wrapping his legs around his waist. They felt like gelatin as his org*sm approached, and he continuously mustered what little strength he had left to keep them up around Taehyung’s hips, locking his ankles finally for good measure.
Taehyung f*cked Jimin faster, keeping note of his expressions which displayed more and more pleasure. Taehyung’s name spilled out over and over from the older boy’s plump lips in the form of delicious moans. It made Taehyung dizzy with eroticism and he wasn’t sure if he would last much longer. He bent down to envelop Jimin’s perfect lips in a kiss, the football player struggling to keep up as the continuous pressure against his prostate brought him closer and closer to his release.
Taehyung felt it and went back down to Jimin’s neck. He reached behind his head and took Jimin’s hands in his own, interlocking their fingers and pressing them against the mattress. Jimin dug his fingers into Taehyung’s knuckles, completely swooning from the intimacy of it. His jaw went slack and he was nearly crying out Taehyung’s name at the heavenly feelings the cheerleader was giving him.
"You're so f*cking hot, Jimin." Taehyung groaned as his thrusts became a bit unsteady with his overwhelming urge to release.
Jimin was right there with him, his arching into Taehyung’s thrusts starting to falter as his dick twitched more uncontrollably. Taehyung let go of one of Jimin’s hands, reaching down to jerk Jimin off and bring him closer to his release. Jimin sent his free hand to grip onto the back of Taehyung’s neck for purchase, beginning to see white as the heat in his stomach built to a maximum height.
"T-Tae...I'm gonna—"
"Let go, baby."
Jimin gasped and came all over himself, so hard that it reached up to his chest. His cum got on Taehyung too, who kept thrusting to achieve his org*sm. Just seconds after making sure Jimin finished, Taehyung groaned and clenched his jaw, releasing into the condom.
He rode out both of their org*sms before coming to a stop. Jimin’s legs dropped from Taehyung’s waist, completely limp, and Taehyung’s once strong arms nearly gave out after the intensity of his org*sm. He flopped down next to Jimin, the two juniors gasping for breath and covered in sweat from what had just happened. Jimin was regaining his vision that he’d momentarily lost from how hard he had cum, and Taehyung finally recovered the use of his muscles. He sat up and leaned over Jimin again, an exhausted yet satisfied smile on his face.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are." Taehyung said, leaning down to kiss Jimin. "Ethereal.”
Jimin blushed as Taehyung peppered kisses on his face and neck.
"I'll get something to clean you up." He said softly, getting off the bed and tossing the condom in the trash before stumbling to the bathroom with his unsteady legs.
He still had a slight limp from his injury, but the adrenaline from f*cking Jimin was acting as a pain suppressant. Once he returned with just sweatpants on and a washcloth in hand, he first dabbed the sweat from Jimin’s forehead, then wiped the football player clean. He tossed the towel in the laundry bin then got into bed again with Jimin, giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead before resting his head next to the older’s on the pillow. He wrapped an arm around Jimin’s waist and ran his thumb along his hip bone.
Once Jimin fully came back down to earth, he took in the current situation he was in, and what had just happened. All at once, his thoughts started swarming a mile a minute, and he began panicking. His heart was racing and he felt like he couldn’t breathe—like his world was crashing down around him and the walls of Taehyung’s room were caving in on him.
Everything he knew, everything he was and that his parents raised him to believe, shattered in a matter of an hour. He’d avoided it for months, placated on the premise that he wasn’t acting on any of these developing thoughts or feelings.
He’d told himself the drunken kiss was just that—a drunken kiss. He’d told himself that the cuddling was just Taehyung comforting him, that their dependency on each other was just a strong friendship birthed from mending their hateful feud. Everything he had rationalized in himself to deny what he was feeling fell through the moment he asked Taehyung to f*ck him, and though completely sober, Jimin felt that the room was spinning.
Why the f*ck did he do that? He was not gay. He didn’t like guys, he wasn’t like that. He wasn’t one of them. He was a man, and he had just shattered his pride…let Taehyung shatter it above him. On top of everything, Jimin couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at Taehyung. When he felt the cheerleader’s fingers on him, momentary peace replaced his inner turmoil. But then he remembered what he’d just done, and who he was, and what he felt for Taehyung.
Everything clashed, not a single piece aligned in his mind, and it scared the sh*t out of him. Eventually, his anxiety won, and he copped out.
"Well, I'm gonna go." Jimin said, hopping up onto his shaky legs and quickly pulling on his shorts.
Taehyung furrowed his brows and reclined up on his elbows, looking at him with confusion.
"Go? It's like 2 am?”
"Yeah, but...I don't know, I think it's time to go." Jimin said, avoiding eye contact with the first guy he’d just had sex with.
Taehyung frowned and fully sat up.
"Why are you acting weird? Does it hurt?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin flinched a bit at being reminded about what they’d just done.
"No, it's just…you know. We did it, so now I'm gonna go."
Taehyung's concerned expression gradually morphed into one of utter shock, and his eyes went wide as his jaw practically hit the floor.
"What? That's it? That's all you wanted?"
Jimin pulled his shirt on then stood visibly abashed in the doorway, still avoiding eye contact.
"Oh my god." Taehyung stood up from the bed, his shocked expression now converting into anger. "You just used me."
Jimin immediately got defensive. "You used me too. That's how this works."
"That's not how this works!" Taehyung motioned a finger between the two of them, indicating that he was referencing their specific relationship. "You know damn well I didn't f*ck you just for fun."
"Oh please, I know you just thought I was hot. Now we both got what we wanted." Jimin said, throwing out whatever he could to end the conversation.
Taehyung was speechless for a moment as he tried to piece together what was happening.
"Jimin, you just wanted to feel what getting f*cked is like, so you targeted me as your 'gay experiment.' I can't believe you just did that to me, after every f*cking thing we’ve been through."
Jimin was feeling real sh*tty hearing Taehyung lay him out like that. He wasn’t even particularly spot on with his hypothesis of Jimin’s motives, but the football player couldn’t stay in Taehyung’s presence for a moment longer.
“I gotta go.” Jimin finished then rushed out the door.
Now that the euphoric pleasure had subsided, Jimin felt extremely sore. He thought maybe he could walk home, but quickly realized that wasn’t gonna be possible and sat on the curb to order an Uber once he’d gotten far enough away from Taehyung’s apartment.
On the ride home, Jimin held himself and looked out the window, trying to take everything in. He just had sex with his close friend. Who is a guy. Who he used to hate. And on top of that, they didn’t just have sex. Jimin got utterly f*cked by said boy. Which was his first time having sex with a man. Whom he’d previously hated.
His thoughts were going in circles, those three facts repeating themselves. He knew that his mind wanted to bring up the feelings he had for said guy, but he didn’t dare let them go there. He wasn’t ready, and didn’t know if he ever would be. He was also too spineless and ashamed to think about Taehyung’s feelings, so he stopped his thoughts from going there too.
As he passed the frat row where some of his friends lived, he closed his eyes and tried to block it all out, but it was rather hard to do with the now throbbing pain in his ass.
***
Jimin was sitting miserably near the fountain the following day, pretending to read his textbook but most likely fooling no one. His eyes were locked onto the cracks in the pavement as the scene played out in his head over and over. If it weren’t against campus regulations to dunk his head in the water right next to him, he would’ve just in case the cold would temporarily clear the thoughts from his head.
“Hey.”
Jimin heard a familiar voice, and whipped his head up to follow it. Jungkook stood before him, looking suspiciously tense.
“Oh, hi.” Jimin tried to act normally, though he could tell something was up with his younger friend.
“Is it true?” Jungkook deadpanned.
Jimin questioned Jungkook’s cryptic question. “Is what true?”
“About you and Taehyung?”
The color completely drained from Jimin’s face, and he swore his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. His fingers felt numb and his textbook started sliding from his lap.
“W-What?” Jimin choked out.
“I knew it.” Jungkook said, and Jimin felt light headed as the pounding of his pulse rang in his ears.
No no no no no.
“So Taehyung blackmailed you into helping him?” Jungkook asked angrily.
It took a moment for the question to register, and Jimin slowly regained his sanity, oxygen coming back into his lungs as he realized Jungkook might not be accusing him of what he’d initially assumed.
“Huh?” Jimin asked, grabbing his textbook right before it fell onto the concrete.
“I overheard the cheer girls in my Latin class. They were talking about how shocked they were that you helped Jimin to the nurse’s after he sprained his ankle and that you’ve been secretly taking care of him.” Jungkook said. “You even took him home yesterday?”
Jimin wasn’t sure how to get out of the very accusation.
“Uh…”
“So they were right? He’s been blackmailing you to help him and that’s why you’ve been playing like sh*t for the past month, right?”
“I mean…not really.” Jimin said, still trying to figure out how to salvage the situation he’d been dug into.
He had felt extremely guilty that day, but it wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, and never in a million years would Taehyung do something like blackmail anyone.
“It sounds like it. Because I know there’s no damn way you’d even touch that kid otherwise.” Jungkook scowled. “What has he been using against you?”
Jungkook was cracking his knuckles and getting that look in his eyes that worried Jimin. It was the same look he got when a guy would bump into him too hard at a party and after Jungkook’s physical retaliation they’d end up kicked out and banned from the house.
“Jungkook, don’t go there.” Jimin attempted to calm him down. “It’s fine, just drop it.”
“How can I drop it? Him forcing you to do that sh*t all this time because, what, he has pictures of you drinking I’m guessing? And you’ve been forced to be near him this whole time? That’s disgusting.”
Jimin knew very well that Jungkook’s sequence of events was off, but before he could figure out a way to correct him, the freshman was pushing through the doors of the liberal arts building and bounding down the hall.
“Wait! Jungkook, what are you doing?” Jimin scrambled to gather his stuff and rush after him.
To his dismay, Taehyung was walking down the hall with his cheer squad friends, and Jungkook beelined straight toward him. Dread filled Jimin’s, and he desperately tried to catch Jungkook in time. But once he got through the doors after Jungkook, Jimin saw that he was too late.
“Kim Taehyung!”
Hearing the voice of someone he still despised made the cheerleader tense, but he just kept walking.
“f*ck off, I’m not in the mood for your sh*t right now.” Taehyung said over his shoulder, trying to remain calm.
“Bet you’d be in the mood for my dick.” Jungkook fought back.
Taehyung stopped and turned to look at Jungkook from down the hall.
“I don’t have my tweezers to be able to find your micro dick, kid.”
Despite his aggravation, Taehyung still had some comebacks in him. As expected.
Jimin got to Jungkook finally, and Taehyung followed the line of vision to the other junior. He shot a glare at Jimin, who couldn’t even look in his direction, then scoffed and began bounding away with his cheer friends.
“C’mon, let’s go.” Jimin mumbled, trying to tug Jungkook back out the doors they came from. But Jungkook was too fired up at that particular comment by Taehyung, and with no one to stop him, he finally said it.
“You f*ckin’ fa*ggot!”
Everything froze, including Jimin, Taehyung, and seemingly time. The cheerleader turned around slowly, his bag sliding off his shoulder as he glared at Jungkook with perhaps the scariest look Jimin had ever seen. Not just on Taehyung, but on anyone ever.
“What did you just call me?” Taehyung asked, his voice as deep as when he and Jimin had sex, except this time it wasn’t sensual at all. It was bone chilling.
“You heard me.” Jungkook said, squaring up. “I called you a f*cking f-”
Jungkook was on the ground in a second, the left side of his face already swelling from how hard Taehyung had punched him. Taehyung was straddling the freshman, his large hand around Jungkook’s throat, choking him like he had to Jimin all those months ago.
“Call me that again you little bitch!” Taehyung reeled his fist back, and it wasn’t until the girls shrieking and screaming at him that Jimin came to his senses enough to grab the cheerleader’s arm.
“Taehyung, don’t!” He yelled at him, trying and failing to pull him off Jungkook with all his might.
Taehyung’s arm may have been in Jimin’s grasp, but his hand was locked around Jungkook’s throat, and his iron grip was nowhere near the point of letting go. The cheer girls came over and grabbed Taehyung’s shoulders, trying to drag him off.
“Taehyung stop!” They all screamed at him.
Taehyung jerked his arm from Jimin’s grip and socked Jungkook in the stomach this time, and the younger boy choked as the wind was knocked out of his lower cavity. Taehyung loosening his grip on his throat enough to hear it wheezing out, and finally enough professors came out to aid Jimin and the girls in yanking Taehyung off of Jungkook.
The one professor had to pry Taehyung’s fingers open to release Jungkook’s throat, and the younger gasped for air, immediately holding his stomach with one arm and covering his face with the other.
“Hey! Knock it off!” One security guard who had gotten to the scene ordered Taehyung, whose eyes were crazier than Jimin had never seen.
“f*cking call me that again and I’ll send you to the hospital, you c*nt!” Taehyung roared over at Jungkook, his voice booming with rage, and once more security got to the scene on their golf cart, they managed to drag Taehyung away and to the on-campus police office.
Jimin was in shock as he saw it all playing out in front of him, still somewhat frozen.
“f*ck you!” He felt a shove on his chest, and looked down to see a cheer girl pushing him with full force. “Why couldn’t you guys just leave him alone?! You and your stupid teammates were always taunting him. You have no idea what he’s been through, and now look what happened!”
Jimin frowned and finally had the sense to defend himself.
“What the f*ck? I didn’t start the fight.” Jimin said.
“You started it from the beginning! It was always you, and he gave you a chance and you backstabbed him, and now this? You’re a horrible person, Park f*cking Jimin.” The shorter girl yelled, and finally the initial security guard got in the middle of everything.
“Alright, enough! From everybody!” She looked at the girls. “All of you, to the office. You’ll need to give a report of what you witnessed.”
She glared over at Jimin. “Once you get your friend to the nurse, you can join them. Anyone who was a witness to the assault needs to give a report to the police.”
Jimin was still struggling to grasp what had just happened within the matter of minutes.
“Will they get expelled?” Jimin finally asked timidly.
“I’m not sure, but certainly suspended. And if he’s involved in any Greek life or university funded clubs he’ll definitely be kicked out, but that’s the least of his worries.”
Jimin felt a tug on his arm, and realized the football coach had gotten to the scene and was motioning for him to help aid Jungkook in walking to the nurse. Once the freshman had gotten his breath back, he wasn’t in terrible shape. He just had red markings around his neck that were sure to turn into bruises, and the eye Taehyung had socked didn’t look too pretty.
“He started it.” Jungkook muttered, once they had made it to the police office.
Taehyung had been escorted off campus and ordered to the nearest police station down the road.
“You didn’t say anything to provoke it?” The officer asked.
Jungkook was silent, and clearly they all knew the answer. Visibly fed up with the situation, the officer turned her attention to Jimin.
“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me the truth?”
Jimin worried his lip, glancing up once at her before looking away.
“I don’t remember what they said.”
He could practically hear the officer's thoughts saying 'I don't get paid enough for this sh*t.' She out an exasperated sigh, then pulled out her notepad. “Well, unless the girls say otherwise, the fact that you look like this and seemingly didn’t throw a punch will mean you’ll get off a bit easier.”
“Well that’s f*ckin’ great. He has a hoard of bitches that kiss the ground he walks on, and I just have one witness.” Jungkook spat. “As if they’ll tell the truth.”
Jimin could have shrunk. He knew he should say something. Taehyung did hit Jungkook, but Jimin knew he should tell the full story, so at least all the facts are down and then the outcome can be decided on fair ground.
But Jungkook is Jimin’s teammate, and Jimin is a coward. So he said nothing.
