#theyre both so adorable pls i want to protect them forever bye

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A Fuckboy's Oath

“Oh my gosh, hi Jeongguk!” One of the girls mustered up the confidence to greet the jock. Jeongguk looks their way and only gives them a small smile. 

Jimin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. Jeongguk carried Jimin’s bag and books and walked with him to the cafeteria. 

“What? I only smiled at them.” Jeongguk says, putting the books on the table where the council usually sits. Jimin is the council president and Jeongguk’s one and only favorite nerd. 

“Oppa, do you wanna have lunch with us? We have a free seat on our table.” Another girl approaches them. Jeongguk shakes his head in refusal, “No, thank you.” He respectfully declines. 

Jimin sighs, giving Jeongguk a pat on the shoulders, “Stay strong.” He teases.

“Oh please, like she’d ever move me.” Jeongguk assures Jimin.

Let me tell you the story about how the two met. Jimin was a transferee a year ago, and when Jeongguk caught wind about the genius transferee, he looked forward to getting a good banter with the latest nerd in school. “Your standards are so low, there’s no way a nerd can be cute.” is what Jeongguk told his friends when they couldn’t stop talking about Jimin. 

So, to prove his point, he walked to the next building and went straight to the nerd’s classroom. 

“Alright, where is the nerd...everyone..is talking…about..” His voice trailed off when his world moved in slow motion. Jeongguk feels a ray of sunlight shining behind a gorgeous man, smiling with crescent moons as he laughed, hands shyly covering his face. Cherry blossoms float in Jeongguk’s mind when he watches his lips move as he talks, and that pout, that pretty little pout— “Hey bro, were you looking for me?” His thoughts get interrupted like a screeching record when his friend, Namjoon, approaches him. 

“Ya, ya, ya–” He hits Joon’s chest lightly with the back of his hand. “What’s his name?”

“Oh? Him? Park Jimin. He’s the transferee everyone’s talking about. Apparently he got a perfect score on the entrance exam and got recommended by many professors.” 

“He’s perfect, alright. I’m going to make him mine.”

But Jimin had standards, and he wasn’t easy. He’s determined to never date playboys like Jeongguk; besides, he always focused on his academics first. Dating someone with a fuckboy reputation would just do him more harm than good. 

However, Jimin’s dedication to his academic affairs is just as how Jeongguk was relentless in pursuing him. He’d walk him to class everyday, drive him home on his motorbike, and would even dedicate his points to him, saying “This is for you, Jimin!” The jock would wink before landing a three-point shot in basketball tournaments. 

So, Jimin decided to give him a chance—in one condition: Jeongguk proves that he can be faithful and mature. 

Hence, the fuckboy’s oath.

After basketball practice the next day, Jeongguk immediately showered and went straight to the university fair to look for Jimin. It wasn’t difficult to spot the kissing booth, as a large group of students lined up for their spot. 

“Oh my God it’s Jeongguk!” “Do you think he’s participating too? I don’t mind paying for both of them.” “Jeongguk is so hot.” The player could hear the murmurs, but he ignored them all. He walked past the people lining up and went behind the booth. 

Taehyung spots Jeongguk, so he gives Jimin a little nudge, sporting a smirk on his lips, “Your Romeo is here.” He says. Jimin quickly turns to look for Jeongguk, and when their eyes meet, Jeongguk curses under his breath. “Did you really have to wear a lip balm?”

“Of course he has to, there’s looooot of lips to kiss today.” Taehyung answers for Jimin, who rolls his eyes at him before looking at Jeongguk. “You really came.”

Jeongguk leans on the doorframe. “Of course, I told you I’m proving my oath to you today.”

“Hm, sure.”

“I told you. You won’t see me flinch.”

“Mmkay.”

Hoseok enters the booth, “Hey, Pres. These are ready!” He says, hugging three large fish bowls in his chest and placing them on the table. Jeongguk walked towards them and stood beside Jimin. “What are these?” He asked, but before he could take one of the papers, Jimin took both bowls with him. “Come one, Tae, it’s time to open the booth.”

Jeongguk watched on the side as the girl first in line squeals in excitement. “I’ll take this bowl, please!” She tells Tae, who moderated everything. “That’s ₩5,000.” He says, and she drops the money in the box in front of the bowls he chose. Then, she fishes out a paper.

‘Knuckles.’ the paper read. 

Jeongguk sees Jimin stand up and take her hand in his. He gives her a charming smile before he brings her hand close to his lips and kisses her knuckles. Her cheeks turn pink and she quickly covers them, shyly thanking Jimin as she leaves the line. 

Jeongguk tapped his feet but aside from that, there was nothing to worry about. Jimin could never be interested in her anyway, Jimin liked men. 

The next person was a girl as well, she paid for the same bowl. 

“It says cheeks.” She excitedly shows Taehyung. 

“Cheeks?!” Jeongguk whisper-yelled and Jimin sends him a glare. Jeongguk immediately regained composure, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“Ya, Romeo, you’re scaring our customers.” Tae snickered in a whisper. Jeongguk watched as Jimin dipped down a little to reach the girl’s cheek. “Remember your oath, loverboy.” He hears Taehyung tease before Jimin lands a kiss on the student’s cheek. 

“Oh my God.” She covers her face, “Thank you very much, Jimin!!” She jumps.

Jeongguk let out a breath. This wasn’t Jeongguk, the heartthrob everyone knew was always calm and composed. “Get it together, keep your cool. It was just on the cheek.” Jeongguk tells himself. 

“Neck.” He hears a guy’s voice and his eyes immediately dart back to Jimin’s direction. Apparently, while he was busy giving himself a pep talk, a guy paid for the bowl of choices worth ₩10,000. 

Jimin’s hesitation was so quick that everybody else wouldn't notice it, but this was Jeongguk; he knew it made Jimin uncomfortable. 

“So lucky!” “Damn, I'm definitely paying for that bowl too.” Jeongguk hears. He watched as Jimin pressed his palms on the table to support himself. He was about to stand on his tiptoes when the guy interrupted him. “Sorry, I–uh, Jimin, can I do it on you instead?” He bites his lip shyly. Jeongguk’s eyebrows narrowed upon hearing his request.

Jimin looks at him in surprise, “What?”

“Can I be the one to kiss you on your neck instead?” He smiles, dimples showing. 

“Uhm—I—” Jimin stutters, but he doesn’t even dare finish his sentence when Jeongguk stands in the way and towering over Jimin. 

“I’m sorry, Jimin, but this is where I draw the line.” Jeongguk said as he looked straight into Jimin’s eyes. “Fuck the oath, this is making you uneasy.” He says under his breath, loud enough for Jimin to hear.

Jimin was relieved, heart racing as he let out a breath. Frankly, Jimin was thankful for Jeongguk’s intervention. 

The jock turns around to face the guy. “Sorry man, no one’s kissing his neck.”

“Why not? He’s not your boyfriend.” He raises his eyebrows at Jeongguk. 

The athlete tilts his head, pissed, “Are you blind? Can’t you see he’s uncomfortable?” 

“I don’t hear him complaining.”

Jeongguk clenched his jaw, using all his energy to resist the urge to punch the man. “Hwang Min Seok, Engineering department, right?” Jeongguk shoves his hands in his pockets. 

“Yea and what about it?”

“I heard from my dad that your father is involved in money laundering. You’re not paying for this booth with that dirty money of yours.”

“How did you—”

“Your dad is being sued by my father’s client. My father’s a lawyer, you see. So might as well keep that ₩10,000. After all, it might be the last piece of change you’ll have in your pocket for a while.” Jeongguk smirks, maintaining eye contact with the guy that people around them were sure he was starting to shoot lasers from his eyes.

Embarrassed, the guy finally leaves. The person next in line stood there awkwardly, as if he was waiting for Jeongguk’s permission. The athlete raises one hand up before turning around to face Jimin, who was seated back down. 

Jeongguk bends a little, resting his left hand on the table while the other is in his pocket. “Are you alright? Will you be okay?” 

Jimin looks up to meet Jeongguk’s eyes; because of his sense of responsibility, he wanted to answer in the affirmative. However, he was a little shaken up by the man’s request earlier that all he could manage to do was subconsciously pout.  Jeongguk gives him a comforting smile, touching Jimin’s chin with his pointing finger before whispering, “I got you.” He then turns around to face the crowd.

“Bad news, booth is closed.” He paused when he heard the crowd whisper and grunt, “Good news, everyone in this crowd is invited to my party. Tonight, 9 P.M. at the Jeon estate.” and the crowd cheers. 

Of course, everyone would die to be invited to one of his parties. People who have been invited always boasted about being in the Jeon estate—it was a bragging right. Being invited meant being leveled up a status.

While the crowd was busy celebrating being invited to his party, Jeongguk took it as an opportunity to bring his attention back to Jimin. 

“Let’s go?” He offers, dimple showing as he smiles. 

---

“You know how to host my parties. I’ll leave it all to you.” Jeongguk was on the phone with one of his closest friends, Yoongi.

He and Jimin went out to eat dinner together after what happened in the booth. Jimin was still a little shaken up but he was feeling better than earlier. 

“Yea yea yea, it was impulsive but I know you love me Yoongs. Bye.” Jeongguk says before ending the call. 

“What do you mean the party was impulsive? Didn’t you plan your party beforehand?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘P’ as he replies. “I couldn’t let them leave without anything. I don’t want them getting upset at the council, especially at you.” 

Jimin almost chokes at the food he was about to swallow. No, it wasn’t because of what Jeongguk said; rather, it was because his heart skipped a beat. Jimin paused, wide-eyed and jaw shut tight, right hand clutching the glass. 

His heart skipped a beat.

“Nerd, hey, hello?” Jeongguk’s voice jolts him back to reality. “You alright?” He waves.

Jimin swallows his food. 

---

Jeongguk took Jimin on a night ride on his motorbike. It always seemed to calm Jimin down—wind blowing through his face, the speed making the sounds of Seoul turn into white noise, arms tight around Jeongguk’s waist while he rested his head on— “What am I thinking?!” Jimin shakes his thoughts away. 

“We’re here.” Jeongguk announces. Jimin realized that Jeongguk had driven him home. Jeongguk hops off the motorbike first and offers his hand to assist the smaller one down the bike.

“But I didn’t ask you to take me home.” Jimin replies, refusing to leave Jeongguk’s bike. 

“It’s almost eleven in the evening, you must be tired.” The jock laughs, although he found Jimin really cute at the moment. Jimin shakes his head. 

“Alright, sir. Anywhere you want to go?” Jeongguk asks. 

Jimin shrugs, “Where do boys like you go?” He returns the question. Jeongguk lets out a soft chuckle before putting his helmet on and riding the bike. 

Jimin’s arms move to hug Jeongguk’s waist like it was a reflex; his leather jacket still warm from Jimin’s previous hold on him.

“Alright then.” Jeongguk says before the bike roars back to life.

“Here we are.” Jeongguk said as he got off the bike. He takes his helmet off. 

“Where are we?” Jimin looked around and it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. 

“You asked me where guys like me go. So, this is it.”

“In the middle of nowhere?! You’re not going to do something bad to me, are you?!” 

Jeongguk laughs, rolling his eyes as he takes Jimin’s helmet off his head. “That’s my house over there. This entire estate is ours.” Jeongguk points to the far end, where you could see different colors of light coming out from the window. 

When Jeongguk turned his attention back to Jimin, he almost melted at the sight of his surprised face. “You’re so pretty, I just want to put this helmet back on your head and hide you from everyone else.” the athlete smiles, offering his hand once again for Jimin to take. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Jimin’s heart races again. 

The council president finally accepts the assistance. He takes Jeongguk’s hand and hops off the bike with ease. Jimin followed Jeongguk as they approached a small cottage. The smaller one watched as Jeongguk revealed his pendant. It was a key. He takes it off and unlocks the door. 

“This is where I go when I want to be alone.” The athlete says as he opens the door. It was his hobby room, where he painted to his heart’s content. 

“You painted all of these?” To say that Jimin was in awe is an understatement. He never expected Jeongguk to be the type to look for a ‘quiet time’ by himself. “May I?” He asks, and Jeongguk nods. “Of course, and yes, I painted all of these. Didn’t expect that from me, did you?” A proud grin finds its way to Jeongguk’s lips, earning a smile from Jimin. 

Jimin let his fingers feel the canvas, his eyes observing each stroke Jeongguk made. He realized he judged Jeongguk too quickly, and there was a lot more behind the surface of the athlete, there was more to him than just being the university superstar and heartthrob. 

There was so much more to Jeongguk; and Jimin wants to know all about it.

“Jimin that’s—” Jeongguk’s warning startled Jimin that his hands flew to his chest. “—wet paint.” the jock stifles a laugh. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. You got a little–” Jeongguk points to his neck, and Jimin sees that his fingers had wet paint in them. 

“I’ll get you a washcloth.” Jeongguk says. Jimin looks at the painting of the dog with eyes full of pity. He ruined Jeongguk’s work.

Jeongguk comes back with a damp cloth. “C’mere.” He motions, and Jimin follows. Jeongguk leaned down a little to get a better view of the paint on the smaller one’s neck, and Jimin prayed to the heavens that the athlete couldn’t hear his heart hammering against his chest. 

“Don’t feel bad about my painting.” Jeongguk says softly. “I could always make something out of it.” He assures before standing upright, “There you go, clumsy. All clean.” Jeongguk’s dimples make an appearance again, and Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. 

Jimin takes Jeongguk’s collar in his fists, pulling him into an eager kiss. Jeongguk drops the washcloth on the floor, hands automatically finding Jimin’s waist. The athlete smiles into the kiss, spinning them around and cornering Jimin onto the table.

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Paint was all over the floor, materials bathing in different colors. Jeongguk had pushed them all away as he lay Jimin on the table while Jimin’s legs hung off the edge. “Haa–” Jimin moaned out, taking Jeongguk’s cheeks between his palms, “Please, I’m r-ready.” They were just making out, but here they are, skin to skin desperate for each other’s touch.

Jeongguk basks in the sight before him, drinking in Jimin’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips before looking into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks for the nth time. Jimin nods eagerly. “Jeongguk, I’m yours.”

He looks into Jimin’s eyes again before whispering, “Bear with me for a while.”  Jeongguk dips down to capture Jimin’s lips, and slowly, he slides into Jimin. 

The sudden pain caused Jimin to wrap his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulder, holding him close and tight. The latter winces when Jimin bites his lip. “Fuck, i’m sorry—” 

Jeongguk softly ran his fingers through Jimin’s damp hair, “Ssshh, it’s okay, you’re doing great.” His voice gentle. “You can take me.” He says, leaving small kisses on Jimin’s cheek. 

Jeongguk gently pushes forward and Jimin runs his nails along the athletes back, “Jeongguk.” Jimin pants. 

Jeongguk kisses him again, and Jimin moans into it, both in pain and pleasure. 

Breaking from the kiss, Jeongguk lifted his head a little to look at Jimin’s expression, his chest was heaving up and down and tears were slowly rolling to the side of his eye. Jeongguk kisses the tears away, tasting the saltiness in his tongue. 

“Ssssh, you can do it, baby. Just a little more.” Jeongguk comforts, palm cupping Jimin’s left  cheek while his other hand grips on Jimin’s leg. He moves forward slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin as he does; and when he finally bottom’s out, Jimin lets out a string of moans, lips parted, eyes closing and back arching. 

Jeongguk dives in for a kiss, trying not to move his hips until Jimin is ready. “Are you okay?” He whispers into Jimin’s ears. 

Jimin tangles his fingers in Jeongguk’s hair before nodding slowly. “Jeongguk.” his voice came out as a whisper. Jeongguk touches Jimin’s cheek with his nose, “Hm?” “I like you.” Jimin confessed. “Take me, take all of me. I’m yours.”

Bonus-- the painting, before and after Jimin accidentally touched it. Legend says Jeongguk proudly displays it in his bedroom to remind him of that night.

#short au #jikook #soft hours open #council president jimin #jock jeongguk #this was such a feel good kind of story to write #theyre both so adorable pls i want to protect them forever bye #also a lil canon cause who doesn't like a little canon right