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jimin is running late. as he slams his locker and throws his duffle bag over his shoulder, he knows that he’s running late. jimin runs out of the locker room, waving goodbye at his team members, and straight across the campus. he constantly checked his watch, groaning when he saw it was 30 minutes past 7 PM. he was late. if he knew that he was going to be late, he never would’ve suggested another hour of practice.
“hi jimin!” he heard jungkook shout as he ran past him.
“you’re late!” he heard hoseok shout.
jimin laughed, not stopping to whine at his hyung. he already knew that. “thanks, hyung!” he shouted.
jimin ran down the stairs and towards the building with the red roof. he could feel his heart pounding fast, slowly starting to run out of air. but he powered through, waving at his friends as they walked out of their night classes.
32 minutes now.
jimin patted himself down, wishing on everything that he didn’t leave his ticket in his other pants. he quickly slowed down at his reached the building.
“you’re late,” taehyung said from inside the ticket booth.
“i know,” jimin said, sliding his ticket to taehyung. “can i please keep the ticket stub?”
taehyung ripped off the ends, rolling his eyes. “isn’t this your hundredth ticket? do you seriously need another one?”
jimin smiled as taehyung slid back the ticket. “yes. i want to have at least one for every game he plays,” he said. “he’s graduating soon. i’m thinking of making him a collage of them.”
taehyung scoffed. “romantic much?”
“very much,” jimin nodded. “what’s the score?”
“0 to 0,” taehyung said. “but they’re leading.”
jimin nodded, patting the glass. “are you going to seokjin’s after party?”
“is namjoon going?”
jimin smiled as he started to step back. “maybe.”
taehyung shook his head. “then maybe you’ll see me.”
“text me and let me know,” jimin laughed, waving goodbye, and running inside the building. he quickly opened the doors, smiling when heard the loud cheering. jimin made his way through the crowd, glancing over at the court, trying to find yoongi but he couldn’t see him.
“jimin!” he heard someone shout.
jimin looked around, smiling when he saw namjoon. he made his way over to him, noticing some people whispering as soon as they saw him. jimin ignored them, knowing well what they were saying.
‘wow, captain of the baseball team, park jimin must really love basketball! he came to another game!’ and ‘he has good school spirit and pride!’ all which was lies. jimin doesn’t know much about basketball and he’s only ever attended one school activity outside of baseball.
the real reason why jimin attended every single basketball game was wearing the number ‘3’ on his back.
“you’re late,” namjoon smiled as he handed jimin a bag of popcorn. “did practice get extended again?”
jimin nodded, eating some popcorn. “i decided to extend it by an hour, completely forgetting that their game got moved to 7 PM instead of 8 PM. you don’t think he noticed, do you?”
jimin bit his bottom lip, looking around the court again. this time, he spotted yoongi. the man was leaned over his knees, seemingly trying to catch his breath. jimin smiled as he relaxed a bit.
“i’m not sure. i was a little late, too. i was outside helping taehyung with the crowd,” namjoon said, looking down at his notebook, smiling shyly.
jimin scoffed. “are you blushing?”
“maybe,” namjoon cleared his throat, avoiding jimin’s gaze. “are you going to seokjin’s party?”
jimin chuckled as he turned away from namjoon and towards the game. “please, hyung, you don’t care. you’re only asking to see if i know anything about taehyung.”
“am not!” namjoon exclaimed. jimin gave him a look. “okay, fine. i am.”
“you’re both irritating,” jimin laughed. “he asked me the same thing not that long ago.”
namjoon looked away again. “really?”
jimin smiled as he watched yoongi get back into the game. he watched as the man ran up and down the court, passing the ball, and setting up a shot. jimin leaned forward.
“hey, did taehyung really ask about me?”
“hyung, pay attention to the game! that article better be amazing,” jimin warned. “your editor will hear from me if you don’t write it well.”
namjoon laughed. “fine, fine. i’ll pay attention.”
jimin grinned. he watched as yoongi passed the ball to a team member, then got it back, prepared the shot and — bam! he scored!
jimin shouted and clapped, everyone around him doing the same. yoongi looked around, his eyes meeting jimin’s eyes. the two of them smiled knowingly before yoongi turned away.
“i still can’t believe you got another score at the last minute. hyung, you were amazing! the way you maneuvered your way around the court, passing the ball back and forth — i have no words! just amazing,” jimin said, staring up at yoongi as he changed out of his uniform.
“you were late,” yoongi said, his bottom lip pouting.
“only by thirty minutes,” jimin said. “i’m sorry.”
yoongi nodded, his pout still in place. “it’s okay,” he said. “i know you’re getting ready for the tournament next month.”
jimin smiled as he pulled yoongi closed by the short’s drawstrings. “did i mention how amazing you were tonight?”
yoongi chuckled, looking away shyly. “yes.”
“i’m sorry for being late,” jimin pressed a kiss to yoongi’s lips. “do you forgive me?”
yoongi smiled. “only if you buy dinner.”
“of course. what does my hyung want? i’ll invite you to anything.”
yoongi met his gaze. “i want — i want,” he said. jimin smiled widely at him. yoongi’s cheeks were still red from the game, only making his shyness even cuter. “i want you.”
jimin laughed as he nodded. “you want me?” he leaned forward, their lips only a few inches away. “hyung, you already have me.”
yoongi placed his hands on jimin’s chest. “i — i was watching some of your practice today,” he said. “a lot of golfers were there.”
jimin grinned as he slowly pressed yoongi against the lockers, making the man gasp at the cold metal against his bare torso. “taehyung’s team,” jimin whispered. “he brings them along when the fields are getting watered.”
“you’re their favorite player,” yoongi whispered.
“what about you?”
“what about me?”
jimin tilted his head, pressing his lips against yoongi’s jawline. “am i your favorite?” he whispered.
“of course,” yoongi said breathlessly, tilting his head for jimin. “i just — everyone is always talking about you. always talking about you coming to my games. it makes me — it makes me…”
jimin pulled away slightly, curious. “it makes you what?”
yoongi met jimin’s gaze. “it makes me jealous,” he said. “everyone is always looking at you. everyone is always talking about you. you’re their favorite athlete.”
“do you want them to talk about you?”
“no,” yoongi shook his head. “no. that’s not — i selfishly want you to only look at me. i want you.”
jimin chuckled as he nodded, feeling his cheeks start to hurt from how wide he was smiling. “alright, hyung. i promise to look at you only.”
“is that too childish?”
“no, hyung. it’s not,” jimin pressed a kiss to his lips. “it’s a promise. but it’s also a given. i think you’re the most handsome person ever. so naturally, i’ll always be looking at you.”
yoongi playfully punched jimin’s chest. “ya, are you teasing me?”
“a little,” jimin used his finger to tilt yoongi’s head back, pressing a kiss to his lips. yoongi kissed him back almost immediately, his arms wrapping around jimin’s neck. jimin hummed against his lips, pressing yoongi more against the locker.
yoongi moaned, lifting his leg. jimin grabbed his thigh, holding it tightly as he pressed his crotch against yoongi. yoongi slid his tongue into the kiss, jimin reading him like a book. he pressed himself closer to yoongi. yoongi started grinding against him, searching for some friction. jimin smiled into the kiss, using one hand to holding himself up against the locker. he kissed yoongi deeply, loving the way yoongi melted with every flick of his tongue, with every squeeze against his thigh.
thankfully, they waited for everyone to leave the locker room. after a few minutes of making out, yoongi was moaning a little louder, growing harder and harder in his thin basketball shorts. jimin could feel him out, could sense yoongi growing desperate for more.
jimin pulled away from yoongi, loving the blissed out look on his pretty face.
“hyung,” jimin whispered. “we’re supposed to meet up with taehyung at seokjin’s party.”
yoongi breathed fast, his eyes looking at jimin. “jimin,” he whispered. “do you — do you think we could skip tonight’s party? i kind of want to spend the night alone.”
“should i go then?”
yoongi grabbed jimin’s shirt, a pout on his lips. “you know what i mean,” he said.
jimin giggled as he nodded. “sure, hyung. let’s go home.”
jimin pressed yoongi against the bed, his hand sliding down his leg, and hoisting it against his waist. yoongi whimpered against his lips, jimin jerking him off quickly. yoongi writhed beneath him, kissing jimin deeper and sloppier.
jimin’s hand slid down yoongi’s leg, lifting his hand before slapping his cheek. yoongi whimpered as his dick twitched in jimin’s hand.
“you did such an amazing job, hyung. you won another game,” jimin said against yoongi’s lips. “so fucking proud of you.”
jimin slapped yoongi’s ass again, making yoongi whimper as he pulled away from the kiss. he breathed fast as his lips turned to jimin’s neck, sucking and biting his skin.
“yeah, i did a good job,” yoongi whined. “won the game, jimin. hyung won another game.”
jimin grinned as he slowed his hand on yoongi’s dick, his thumb toying with the tip. “i know, hyung. you looked so handsome on the court. couldn’t wait to see you like this. you’ll let me spank you every time you win, won’t you?”
another slap.
yoongi moaned against jimin’s neck. “yes. hyung will let you.”
“good hyung,” jimin pressed a kiss to his cheek. “now turn for me, hyung. let me give you a prize.”
yoongi chuckled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to jimin’s lips before turning over, arching his ass in the air. jimin smiled as he slid his hand over yoongi’s cheeks, massaging them, and pulling them apart. yoongi moaned, head digging into the pillow.
“fuck, you look so pretty, hyung,” jimin slid his palm over yoongi’s cheek, smirking at the redness. “how many games have you won this season, hyung?”
“f — five.”
jimin lifted his hand before slapping yoongi’s ass. “one,” he said. yoongi whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets. jimin bit his lip, feeling his dick twitching. “count for me.”
yoongi let out a shaky breath. “two.” another slap. “three.” another slap.
jimin leaned forward, pressing a kiss to yoongi’s cheek. “you’re taking them so well, hyung,” he pressed another kiss before grabbing the lube from the bed. “going to reward you for taking them so well.”
jimin poured some lube to his fingers and yoongi’s hole, grinning as yoongi whimpered, arching his ass more. jimin circled his lubed fingers around yoongi’s hole, making the man moan loudly, his dick twitching.
“relax, hyung. behave and take your entire reward,” jimin slipped just the tips of his three fingers, making yoongi gasp. he noticed yoongi’s knuckles turning white from how hard he was grasping the sheets. “relax, baby. i’ll be gentle.”
yoongi scoffed breathlessly. “you’re never gentle.”
jimin smirked, pressing a kiss to yoongi’s lower back. “do you want me to? just say the word and i’ll be gentle.”
“fuck no,” yoongi said.
“keep counting,” jimin let out a shaky breath, the sight in front of him getting to him. yoongi turned to look at him, a grin spreading on his face.
“one,” yoongi said.
jimin scoffed but didn’t say anything. he slapped yoongi’s ass.
“two.”
another slap, this time jimin did it harder.
“three.”
another slap.
jimin slipped his fingers into yoongi, making the man choke on his words. yoongi pushed against jimin, moaning as he widened his legs.
“four,” yoongi barely made out.
another slap, another finger to stretch him out.
“fuck,” yoongi whimpered, moving himself up the back down against jimin’s fingers.
jimin chuckled as he watched yoongi desperately fuck himself on his fingers.
“keep counting or we’re starting all over again.”
“f — five,” yoongi said.
jimin slapped him harder, the noise echoing along with yoongi’s moans. jimin thrusted his fingers deep into him before slipping them back out. he repeated this at a fast pace, spreading his fingers and curling them. yoongi moaned and cried out as he bounced against them. his ass looked so perfect, so bouncy. jimin almost lost himself in watching and hearing yoongi.
“jimin,” yoongi threw his head back. “fuck me. need you, please.”
jimin looked up at him, at yoongi’s pink cheeks. “count again.”
yoongi whimpered. “need you.”
“i said count,” jimin warned.
“one.”
jimin slapped his ass, loving the way yoongi whimpered. jimin poured more lube.
“two.”
another slapped.
jimin pumped himself a couple times, hissing as he lined himself up.
“three.”
this time, jimin thrusted himself into yoongi, making the man scream as he threw his head back. jimin grabbed yoongi’s hips, pushing him forward then back against him. yoongi cried out as he bounced on his dick, whimpering and grabbing at the sheets.
“start over.”
“one.”
jimin slapped his ass, thrusting in and out. yoongi gasped and moaned, his ass bouncing.
“t — fuck, jimin, you — that feels so good,” yoongi lowered his head, arching his ass more. “mmm, t — two.”
jimin rolled his hips, his hand on yoongi’s hip tightening. he slapped yoongi again, moaning as he felt yoongi clench around him.
“you like your reward, hyung? you did fucking amazing tonight. won another game.”
“yes, yes. love it, jimin. love my reward,” yoongi whined. “three.”
jimin slapped him again, moaning as he continued to fuck into yoongi. yoongi’s toes curled, whimpering loudly with every thrust.
“four. i’m — i’m close, jimin. i’m going…”
another slap.
“five.”
a louder and harder slap.
yoongi gasped as his hips quivered, cumming against himself and the bed sheets. jimin fucked deeper into him, hand soothing out yoongi’s ass cheek. he fucked him a couple more times before cumming, both men falling against each other. yoongi winced as he laid his head against jimin’s shoulder.
“are you okay?” jimin pressed a kiss to yoongi’s nose.
yoongi scoffed as he curled into jimin. “cocky jerk.”
jimin smiled as he turned to look at him. “of course i am. i’m dating you.”
“you already got laid, you know.”
“i’m serious,” jimin brushed back yoongi’s sweaty bangs. “i love you.”
yoongi met his gaze. “you do?”
“yeah, i do.”
yoongi smiled at him. “i love you too.”
jimin pressed a kiss to his lips. “round two?”
“jimin!”