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“Jimin for prom king!”
“Vote for Jimin!”
“Vote for me babe!”
Jimin bounced happily down the hall passing out cute pink rubber bracelets stamped with his name in white lettering. Flashing his sweetest smile, shirt tied at his hip lifted up enough to show off his belly button piercing. Jimin was the hottie in school, and he knew it. Girls and boys both wanted to either be him or date him.
As Jimin was strutting down the hall, his two friends behind him, Jimin’s wrist was roughly grabbed by one of the football players (what was his name again?) he pulled Jimin close.
“Were you really just going to walk on past me? What’s this for pretty?”
Jimin swallowed his disgust and giggled, fluttering his thick eye lashes, glitter on his lids, foundation on his glossy lined lips. (Yes because that was a thing) Heavy black liner on his waterline that he heated up with a lighter so he could apply it on thick and glossy.
Jimin reached back over his shoulder waiting for his BFF Yoonchae to hand him another bracelet off her wrist.
“For Prom King.”
“Yeah? And why should I vote for you, huh?”
“Well, go over to that table located in your favorite place, the school gym, and write my name down and maybe you’ll find out.”Jimin winked stretching the band around the man’s wrist with a flirty smile as the nameless jock looked Jimin up and down. Slimy.
“Alright, I’ll vote for ya, I expect a dance though.”
“Of course! Only If I win though! Kay, bye!”
Yoonchae and Daniela locked elbows with Jimin on either side of him and pulled him away to safety.
“As IF!” Jimin laughed once the jock was out of earshot, Daniela pretended to stick her manicured finger down her throat accompanied by a gagging sound.
His two besties continued to hand out bracelets repeating “vote for Jimin!”
As they bounded down the hall and stepped out into the school yard, different groups of teens were hanging out in their respective cliques.
“I think we’ve passed out bracelets to just about everyone in school! We only have a few left!” Yoonchae said. “I’m hungry! Can we please go get lunch now!!”
“Well.. Not everyone.” Jimin said, nodding to the group of scene kids huddled under a tree.
“Really, Jimin? I highly doubt they care about school politics.”
“Every vote counts! Besides, I think that one,” Jimin points to the tall one with his lip and brow pierced, plugs in his ear lobes, thick choker around his throat. “Is in my photography class! He’s quiet but I bet I could get him and his friends to vote for me!”
Daniela sighed rolling her eyes. “Alright, fine, but hurry!”
Jimin let go of his friends arms skipping towards the group.
“Hi!” Jimin pulled the bracelet off his wrist and offered it straight to the pierced boy, his black teased hair had blue horizontal strips in the front, the design resembled feathers. He had MANY bracelets going up his arms, some spiked, some leather. He wore black and white clothes. Random phrases and doodles drawn onto his skinny jeans in colored sharpie, things like “DEATH”, “LOVE SUCKS” and “69”. He had a few safety pins fastened to his pants on the outer thigh as well as a chain attached to his belt loops.
Jungkook’s eyes lined in heavy liner glanced at the rubber bracelet then back up at Jimin, raising a brow at him without moving to reach for it.
Jimin cleared his throat, his confidence swaying with each awkward second that passed.
“Uhm, I’m running for prom king and I was hoping you and your friends could vote for me!” Jimin’s eyes fluttered up at Jungkook, a technique that normally worked, then he looked at the group standing around, all with similar styles to Jungkook’s, dark clothes, teased and choppy hair. They looked bored, perhaps a little annoyed of his presence. Which is odd because before Jimin walked up they were chattering with eachother just fine.
Jungkook scoffed. “Yeah? And whose name am I supposed to check on the ballot? Or are you just assuming I know who you are, Princess?”
Jimin’s smile faltered. Okay…
“Oh, sorry! My names Jimin!” He chirped, tone still bright and cheery, as much as he could be at least. “It’s, on the band! I see you like bracelets! You can add this one to your collection! And I’m not running for princess!” Jimin giggled. “That’s for the younger classmen! I’m running for Prom King!”
Jungkook held up his wrists, showing off his arms, Jimin couldn’t help but notice the cutting scars not quite hidden. He quickly looked away.
“Sorry. Pink isn’t really my color.”
Jimin bit his lip, looking past Jungkook and at one of the girls with pink in her hair. “Oh! Maybe you would like it then? I see you like pink!” She rolled her eyes “Sorry, I don’t take things from preppy sluts. Don’t want to catch anything.”
Jimin blinked “Uhm, excuse me?”
“Don’t pretend like we haven’t seen those pictures of you all over MySpace in skirts and crop tops.” Her tone monotonous. Cruel.
Jimin blinked his arm falling to his side, he let the band fall to the grass beside his pink converse forgotten.
“Since when have you or any of your friends ever said one thing to any of us, that you’d think we’d care about voting for something as lame as prom? You ignored us all four years of school and NOW you want to come up to us? You think doing the same thing you do with everyone else and fluttering your eye lashes is going to help you get your way with me?”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed he felt tears stinging his eyes. Embarrassment. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.
“I- I’ve noticed you.. You’re Jungkook. In my photography class.. I noticed your photographs.. I really liked the one you took of the crow… But, you know what? Forget it. Sorry for bothering you.” Jimin held his head up glaring at the girl with pink hair before looking back at Jungkook. “And tell your friend I’m not a slut. I’m actually a virgin”
Jungkook’s friends snickered at him, one of the guys saying “Oh, he’s a tease then.” The others snorting and holding back laughs. “No one’s good enough for him apparently.”
Jungkook stayed silent, dark eyes observing him, brows pulled together.
Before Jimin turned to walk off he yelled back “And prom isn’t lame! You’re lame! And pricks! And yeah, I guess you’re right. No one’s good enough for me.” When the blond made it back to his friends they immediately fussed over him, Daniella flipping off the group before pulling him away.
“Aren’t you going to eat something, Jimin?”
“I have this.” Jimin held up his water bottle.
“That doesn’t count.”
Jimin sighed.
“You barely ate breakfast today either.”
“I’m fine. I ate at home.”
Jimin pushed himself out of the cafeteria chair. “I forgot, I have to finish a project. I’ll catch you guys later.”
“…Okay”
“Okay, love ya Jimin.”
Jimin didn’t understand why he was still so upset. He’d NEVER been talked to that way (Well, he hadn’t by his piers at least. He was used to hearing it from his parents.)
As Jimin got closer to the bathroom saliva gathered in his mouth, his empty stomach preparing itself to purge as it had many times before.
Jimin pushed through the bathroom door throwing the closest stall door open, and-
“Hey! What the hell!”
Jungkook had pulled his lips off of one of the guys Jimin recognized hanging out with Jungkook under the tree, their arms still wrapped around each other, Jungkook held his flip phone right above them.
“S-Sorry!”
Jimin turned around and ran into the stall next to it instead. He heaved over the toilet but nothing came up, his makeup smearing from the tears running down his flushed cheeks.
He heared the two boys leave the stall.
“Shit, Jungkook! Is that prep puking? You think he’s really that disgusted seeing two boys kissing?” He laughs.
“Get out of here BamBam. I’ll catch up later.”
“Ugh, fiinneee. Things were just getting hot though!”
“I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“Yeah, me neither after hearing THAT. Later.”
Jimin heard the door open then close. He sat up on the toilet lid waiting to hear the door open again signaling that Jungkook had left as well, but it hadn’t, and he could only wait so long before the bell rang.
Maybe Jungkook had decided to leave with his friend after all?
Jimin hesitantly opened the stall peaking out, groaning when he saw Jungkook was still in fact there, sitting on the sink counter ready to light a cigarette.
Jimin tried not to acknowledge the other, ripping a paper towel from the dispenser after washing his hands and attempting to fix his liner with it.
“You good, princess?”
“Yup.”
“Doesn’t seem like it. That much of a shock for you to see boys kissing?”
Jimin’s cheeks blushed. “Why would that bother me!? I’m clearly gay myself! And not everything is about you! Funny that YOU called me a slut, yet you’re the one making out in a dirty bathroom at school.”
“I didn’t call you a slut.”
“Might as well have. You stood by and let your friend call me one!”
They were both quiet, and when it was clear neither were going to speak again Jimin turned to leave but was stopped by a gentle hand around his wrist.
“Wait, I don’t think you’re a slut, and even if you were one there wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. I mean, I’m a self proclaimed slut. Pretty proud of it.” Jungkook smirked.
“Well, I’m not one. I’ve never even kissed anyone.” Jimin yanked his hand away without looking at Jungkook “Also smoking is bad for you.” He said as a farewell and stormed from the bathroom.
Jimin couldn’t pay attention in his classes for the rest of the day. Not even 6th hour photography, his favorite subject. It was chill and calm, Instead of sitting in rows of desks, there were couches and computers to edit photos, there was a lot of quiet socializing, but also alone time, and the best part students could leave the classroom to go take photos around campus.
While he was normally bubbly and floating around talking to other students, today he sat alone in the corner clicking through his camera. Sighing and deleting most of the shots he’d taken of the sunset the night before.
Suddenly a pair of black puffy DCs were standing almost toe to toe with his converse.
“Wanna be my model for today?”
“Model? We already did that assignment two months ago.” Jimin responded, fighting to not look up.
“I’m behind on a few assignments, and I need to catch up before the end of the year.”
Jimin clicked his camera off looking up into large brown doe eyes starring down at him, his long fluffy hair falling into his eyes. Jimin swallowed as he leaned back on his hands, legs crossed. Somewhat annoyed that Jungkook isn’t blatantly checking him out like most other boys would be. Jimin’s ego is truthfully a bit hurt.
“Why not ask literally anyone else?”
“Uh, because the teacher said my work is always dark, and she wanted me to brighten it up a bit and you’re the brightest person here. Soooo..” Jungkook shrugged, nonchalant.
“Well, I’m not exactly feeling bright and cheery today thanks to you. Sooo...”
“Please, princess?” Jungkook was playing with his lip ring with his teeth, looking almost nervous? Hopeful?
Jimin sighed standing.
“Ugh, Fiinneee.”
Jimin and Jungkook walked quietly side by side through campus.
“So? Where do you want me?”
“Huh?”
“You said you needed a model for photos? Where do you want me to model?”
Jungkook cleared his throat “Oh, right. Yeah, maybe, uh…”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Look, I can just go back.. You clearly don’t want to do this.”
“The garden! Flowers are bright, how about that?”
“Sure.” Jimin nodded crossing his arms. “Lead the way.”
The garden was on the other side of school so it would be a bit of a walk. Jungkook pulled out his I-pod and earbuds sticking one bud in his right ear and silently held the other out for Jimin.
Jimin shook his head. “I’m okay.”
“Oh come on. A bit of ear wax isn’t going to hurt anyone.
“Ew!”
Jimin squealed but let Jungkook push the other in his left ear.
Jungkook scrolled through his list before selecting a song and putting the I-pod in his back pocket.
“Seriously??”
“What??”
“My chemical romance? Can you BE any more cliche, Emo boy?”
“Helena is a GREAT song…” Then Jungkook grinned. “You knew who it was immediately though. Bet you’ve listened to “Emo” music before.”
Jimin blushed. “What ever.”
“I bet it’s better than what ever you listen to… Let me guess, you like anything that’d be featured in NOW CDs. Top 20 kinda songs.”
Jimin gasped smacking Jungkook’s pecs. (Very firm pecs he might add. Jungkook was pretty thin, but he was still fit, looked like he worked out at least occasionally) “Do not!”
“Maybe a bit of Katy Perry? Shakira? Hips don’t lie, baby.”
“That is my song!”
Jungkook grinned. “I know, you danced to it freshman year for the stupid talent show for that pep assembly. Those damn hips!”
“Shut u-“
Jimin stopped walking. “Wait, I thought you didn’t know who I was? But you remembered that??”
Jungkook froze a few steps ahead of Jimin and scoffed. “The light behind your eyes” started to play in their ears.
“Of course I know who you are, princess. Everyone knows who you are. Just didn’t want to feed into your ego.”
Jimin frowned. “That was pretty fucked up.”
“I know. I’m pretty fucked up.”
“And your friends are assholes.”
Jungkook turned. “Only because your friends are assholes to us. You don’t think we haven’t see you all turn your nose up at us, or pretend you don’t see us. Laugh at our clothes in the hallways the past four years?”
“I don’t do that. I never have. And if I ever saw my friends acting like that towards any of you I would’ve stopped them. Unlike you, you just let your friends tease me.”
“I don’t know why it bothered you so much. Your life is perfect, it shouldn’t have even touched you. Especially if what they said isn’t true.”
“You.. You think my life is perfect? Why? Because I’m nice? I don’t wear dark clothes or cut my wrists?” Jungkook flinched at that. “Because I’m outwardly happy? Maybe I hide my pain. Maybe I’m not ALOWED to show pain. My parents expect perfection. My dance teacher expects perfection. Everyone around me expects perfection… My parents don’t know I’m gay. They don’t know I pierced my belly button, they don’t know about me in skirts on my MySpace page. I tie up my shirt and do my makeup at school, and by the time I leave I wipe it all off and throw a sweater over my clothes. God, if they ever saw me wear a skirt and crop tops they’d disown me… My mom found one of my thongs in the laundry once and I convinced her it was a girlfriends AFTER she head already slapped me across the face..”
“Jimin, fuck, I’m so sorry.. I.. Look I’m a fucking asshole… You know, you don’t have to be strong all the time. Pretending you’re okay when you’re not isn’t healthy.”
Jimin shrugged. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. Parents just suck sometimes. I’m 18, almost 19 and as soon as I graduate I’m moving out. Going to college.”
“Yeah? What for?”
“I… Don’t know yet. It’s just expected of me..”
“That’s okay, I don’t know what I’m going in for either. I got a scholarship for photography, so, I shouldn’t waste it, right?”
Jimin smiled, “Right… Soo, are you planning to stay with your boyfriend after graduation, or…”
“Boyfriend?..”
“… Yeah? BamBam?”
Jungkook laughed. “Oh, hell no. I’m single as fuck. We were just taking some hot selfies.”
“What?!”
Jungkook smirked. “What? Have you never googled Emo boys kissing? Where do you think those photos come from?”
Jimin blanched.
Before they knew it they were at the garden, Jungkook looked around before deciding on a spot.
“Here, lie right here, on your side, yeah, like that.. Perfect..”
Jungkook snapped a few photos, Jimin posing this way and that. “Look back at me…”
Jungkook focused on Jimin through the lense, top to bottom, playing with his lip ring.
“You don’t need to stick your ass out so much, this isn’t an erotic shoot Jimin.” Jungkook teased.
“I’m not pushing it out! This is just my ass.”
Jungkook swallowed, continuing to attempt to work.
Jimin wiped the grass from his clothes, taking off the button down top he was wearing to shake it off. Jungkook not so subtilely eyeing the smooth skin on display.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Jungkook held up his camera and did just that.
“Hey!” Jimin huffed, putting his button-up back on, leaving it untied this time.
“What? I just thought your pink little tube top was cute.”
Jimin rose his brow, “Thought pink isn’t your color?”
“It’s not, but it sure as hell is yours.”
Jimin playfully rolled his eyes, cheeks heating up.
A little while later Jimin checked the time on his phone, they really spent almost a full period out here together, and… He enjoyed it… A tiny bit.
Jimin’s BlackBerry was snatched from his hand before he could tuck it back into his pocket, Jungkook typing something on it before taking a selfie.
“Hey!”
Jungkook’s phone chimed right after, he took his Nokia out and snapped a pic of Jimin who tried to look away, before typing something in.
Jimin’s phone chimed in his hand.
A text with Jungkook’s new selfie already set as the contact photo popped up.
Now you have my digits. Txt me, K? ;)
~J@yK@y~
Loser :p
M!n!<3
XD
~J@yK@y~
Jimin had just showered, now laying in bed. He had kept checking his phone all day, looking at the three texts they had sent.
Was it too soon? Would he annoy Jungkook if he texted him?
Jimin snapped out of it! He is Park Fucking Jimin! He doesn’t feel self conscious! Most anyone would love to have his name popping up in their messages! He’s in just about everyone’s top 8 on their MySpace pages!! (Speaking of MySpace, Jimin absolutely did NOT look through Jungkooks page and check out his favorite songs and Top 8!!) ((Jungkook only had 5 friends set))
Jimin decided to bite the bullet and sent the first text.
Hey
M!n!<3
It only took two minutes for Jungkook to reply.
Sup
~J@yK@y~
What are you up to?
M!n!<3
Just in bed, u?
~J@yK@y~
Same lol just took a shower and now I’m laying down
M!n!<3
Ya? What are you wearing?
~J@yK@y~
Just a big cozy sweater
M!n!<3
Jimin scrambled to take off his P!NK yoga pants, so now he actually WAS just wearing a sweater. He’s not a liar after all.
Nothing else?
~J@yK@y~
Hmm and panties..
M!n!<3
Mm pink?
~J@yK@y~
No… Black
M!n!<3
Oh, so you do own something other than pink?
~J@yK@y~
>.< Shut up!
M!n!<3
lol cute.
~J@yK@y~
What are you wearing?
M!n!<3
Purple PJ bottoms and a black hoodie
~J@yK@y~
Oh, so you DO own something other than black? :p
M!n!<3
Yea. But don’t tell anyone. This stays between us ;) Besides, purple is basically black.
~J@yK@y~
Hehe no promises
M!n!<3
… I’m lonely :’(
M!n!<3
Want me to fix that?
~J@yK@y~
Maybe…
M!n!<3
Wish you were here.. I surprisingly had a lot of fun today.
M!n!<3
Yeah? Me too.
~J@yK@y~
How much do you wish I was there?
~J@yK@y~
Very much.
M!n!<3
We’d have a lot of fun if I was in bed with you :p
~J@yK@y~
I’m not wearing any pants though o.o
M!n!<3
Good. Wouldn’t want you to.
~J@yK@y~
Oh? Why not?
M!n!<3
So I could touch you, run my hands up and down your smooth legs
~J@yK@y~
Mmm yeah?
M!n!<3
Jimin squeezed his legs together imagining it. Jungkook touching him.
Yeah. Tease my hands between your thighs, maybe put my hand inside your pretty panties, play with your cock. Bet it’s small and cute like you are;)
~J@yK@y~
M- Maybe
M!n!<3
Send me a picture baby
~J@yK@y~
Fuucckkk you’re so sexy! So fucking hard right now
~J@yK@y~
Really? Can I see?
M!n!<3
It’s so big! o.o
M!n!<3
If I was there would you let me touch your little hole? Circle it with my fingers? Push them inside you?
~J@yK@y~
Mmm please, want it so bad! I’d spread my legs for you so you could go deeper
M!n!<3
Put on one of the skirts for me you flaunt all over MySpc I want to see princess, want to see your tight little pussy.. If you want to show me
~J@yK@y~
So pretty just like the rest of you! Don’t know if my cock will fit though. What would you do to show me how much you want it, hmm?
~J@yK@y~
Sit in your lap and grind against you! Push my ass down on your big dick! Beg and cry for you
M!n!<3
I would grind up into you, let my dick slide between your cheeks
Maybe I would “accidentally” let the tip slip in your hole;) Take your virginity just like that
~J@yK@y~
I’d let you, I’d sit all the way down and take it in
M!n!<3
It would hurt if you just took me like that, no lube, no prep
~J@yK@y~
I don’t care.. Want it to hurt!!
M!n!<3
Shiittt! That’s right baby, take my cock raw and hard.. I’d flip you over and fuck you so hard into your silk sheets until you were screaming my name. Wouldn’t stop until I filled you with my cum.
~J@yK@y~
Close Kookie! I’m so close!
M!n!<3
That’s it baby, cum with me! Make a mess all over your self!
~J@yK@y~
I did;)
M!n!<3
Show me
~J@yK@y~
Did such a good job baby, made me cum too
~J@yK@y~
There’s so much o.o Want to lick it all off of you.
M!n!<3
Wish you could baby. Wish i could’ve came inside you instead of all over myself
~J@yK@y~
Would you still kiss me after? Even with your cum on my tongue?
M!n!<3
I’d kiss you anytime you asked. Taste myself on your lips. I don’t think I would ever get enough kissing those gorgeous lips
~J@yK@y~
Mmm.. I’m sleepy :3
M!n!<3
Go on baby, get some sleep
~J@yK@y~
Cuddle me?
M!n!<3
Of course, I’d hold you all night. Good night
~J@yK@y~
Good night, sweet dreams Kookie
M!n!<3
It had been a week since Jimin and Jungkook had started texting, they’d sexted a couple more times after that night, but Jimin was also busy. He was part of the prom committee and stayed after school a lot so didn’t have much time to talk.
When they crossed paths in the hallway they’d smile at each other, or Jungkook would wink, but they didn’t hang out like they had, barely interacting.
Jimin figured what ever their situation was, had been strictly through text.
Jimin wondered if Jungkook sexted others. Though he figured he had, Jungkook told him he’d had meaningless sex with a few different people. Jimin assumed with his friends.
Jimin also wondered if what ever they had was also just “meaningless sexting” if they’d just go as far as fantasy. Jungkook just being bored and horny, wanting something to get off to.
Jimin tried to ask Jungkook if he’d go to prom, and Jungkook had just responded that he didn’t think so.
“I have nothing to wear. And it’s not really my thing.” He argued. Jimin just sighed and accepted his answer.
“Has anyone asked you to prom?” Jungkook had asked through text.
“A few.”
“Did you say yes to any of them?”
“No, I don’t really like any of them like that. I’ll probably just go with my girlfriends.”
Then their conversation had died out after that.
It was the night of Prom, Jimin arrived with Daniella and Yoonchae as he said he would. He’d danced a bit, drank some punch, took photos, did all the things but he still felt.. Empty.
“It’s time to crown your King and Queen of the night! Please if we can have all those who'd been nominated come up to the stage!”
He introduced each of them, made some announcements, but Jimin couldn’t hear any of it. He was busy searching the crowed through the flashing lights.
They announced prom Queen first, a girl named Manon had been crowned. Jimin clapped politely, still distracted.
“And your prom King issss….
Kim Taehyung!”
Jimin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“THIS THING IS FUCKING RIGGED!!”
Someone yelled from the crowed.
Jungkook!? He had pushed himself to the front, catching his breath.
Jimin lit up, running off the stage and into his arms, the announcer saying something about respect but Jimin didn’t hear him.
“You came!” Jimin smiled.
“I did.”
“And you’re late!!”
“I am. Such bullshit you didn’t win though, wasted my vote.”
“I realized I didn’t care so much about Prom King, besides, Taehyung is gorgeous and deserved it too! That was rude of you by the way!!” Jimin playfully smacked Jungkook’s chest, his hand lingering. Then it hit Jimin what he’d just said.. “You voted?”
Jungkook just shrugged holding out his wrist, a pink band amongst all the black ones. “I was bribed.”
Jimin bit his lip holding back a grin.
“I thought you didn’t have anything to wear?”
“I didn’t. I just bought a tie at HotTopic a few hours ago when I decided maybe I wanted to come.. Just to see what all the hype was all about.”
“You look good.”
Jungkook had on black skinny jeans WITHOUT any tares or words scribbled in sharpie. He wore a tight black button down top, his sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, and a thin red tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair of course styled in his typical teased style. Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Yeah? Well you’re gorgeous. Princess.”
Jimin was wearing an extravagant white tux, a little over the top for a high school prom.. But his parents made him wear it.
Jungkook placed his hands on Jimin’s waist beginning to sway them side to side, spinning Jimin around once before pulling him up against his chest.
“A crown would’ve really completed the look though.”
Jimin shrugged “It’s just a tacky plastic crown. Probably cost them $5 at Claire’s.”
Jungkook snickered.
“Only real diamonds for you, right?”
“Mhmm”
Come Closer by Ne-Yo had been playing since they started dancing, Jungkook scoffed shaking his head.
“God, this music is terrible.”
“Hey! I happen to like this song!” Jimin smiled leaning his head against Jungkook’s chest, arms around Jungkook’s neck. When the song ended and something upbeat started playing Jimin looked around for his friends, Daniella and Yoonchae were looking a bit cozy, lost in their own world, they probably wouldn’t notice if he disappeared early.
“Wanna get out of here?”
Jungkook stopped swaying, large hands still holding onto Jimin tightly.
“You sure?”
“Mhmm”
“I may know a place.”