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Approached slightly until his body hit the wall and there was no way out.

"Really, I clearly know that I can't refuse 'like'."

"Wh... uh!"

Before Park Jimin could recover from the shock, Min Yoongi grabbed his hand and pinned it against the wall, pressing his lips fiercely against his.He was unceremonious, almost semi-forcibly opened the line of defense of his lips and teeth.

Unprepared, Park Jimin half raised his face, bearing the terrifying attack from Min Yoongi.The night, desire, and death are entangled together.Both of them are sober, but they seem to be drunk, drunk in each other's smell.

Park Jimin gradually felt that there was not enough oxygen, and the free hand instinctively began to push outward to reject Min Yoongi.How could Min Yoongi let him go so easily and step up his efforts to fight back.As the two of them pushed and pulled, the air gradually heated up, and some hints of sex emerged.The lips blended together, and for a while there were ambiguous bits and pieces in the small utility room.

"Hey, Park Jimin." Min Yoongi, whose breath was also slightly unstable, finally stopped the entanglement with his tongue, and whispered.

Naturally, Park Jimin, who had sensed something, looked slightly embarrassed, but he wasn't shy, and what followed instead was a hint of joy and anticipation that didn't show any signs of expression.Driven by desire, he reached out to untie Min Yoongi's belt.

Min Yoongi, who was enjoying it, had no reason to refuse, he pulled Park Jimin with force with one hand, leaned his back against the wall, and pressed the other hand on top of his head, half-forced him to slowly half-kneel down on him.

"Ah, since you like it, it doesn't matter what you do."

Min Yoongi, whose face was hidden in the dark shadow, smiled, and his fingers that had been lingering on his neck for a long time penetrated into his loose T-shirt, lingered for a while, and finally slowly reached under Park Jimin.

"I'm looking forward to seeing how much you can achieve with Park Jimin's liking."

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them……

Park Jimin woke up in his own bed the next day, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes.His tired body was limp as if he had given up on himself, and it was too much to even move his fingers.A hearty dance, his first victory.Closing his eyes and reminiscing about the dancing scene at that time, a smile crawled onto Park Jimin's cheeks unconsciously.

However, the throbbing pain in his calf muscles instantly pulled him back to the heavy reality.Grinning his teeth in pain, he rolled up and sat up, and hurriedly used his hands to relax before lying down again embarrassingly.After such a toss, Park Jimin suddenly felt that his whole body was run over by a wheel, and it felt sore and limp as if countless fine needles had been pierced into numb points.

I couldn't help but think about that night, under the dim goose yellow light, his ambiguous and lingering touch.The joy that was worth countless victories was swallowed in his heart by his fierce embrace and kiss, thumping, thumping.Park Jimin was lying flat, and slowly stroked the left side of his chest with his hand, feeling the full life still beating through the thin skin.One stroke, one stroke, tight and intense, like he was breathing close to his own in the dark.

He didn't know why he said "like" to him like a ghost at that time, but the feeling that had taken root in his heart had unknowingly flourished and flourished, and a casual look from the other party reached his heart like a typhoon transit.Every time he said a word to him, there was a strong wind, and the branches were messy.He didn't dare to open his mouth, afraid that the green leaves that filled his heart would fly out; but he was eager to respond, anything was fine, as long as the person he was facing was him, everything was fine.

Suddenly the phone beeped.Park Jimin pulled out his phone from under the pillow with his backhand and opened it. He found that it was Min Yoongi who had updated the photo on Facebook, so he hurriedly clicked on it. It was Min Yoongi who was repairing the bar with the staff.Under the lowered black peaked cap, the expression could not be seen clearly, and he gave a thumbs up to the camera with his right thumb.

It turns out that I have already gone to SUGA.After Park Jimin saved the photo, he did not hesitate to LIKE his update on Facebook.Almost unconsciously, he clicked on his photo again, with a calm face, but countless questions flashed in his mind: Why did you go to SUGA so early?How is the injured hand?Who are you with now?Who took the photo?

Park Jimin opened the comment box, hesitated and didn't know what to say without embarrassment, so he was forced to give up.Then I browsed his homepage again, disappointed to find that I couldn't see his emotions from the updates, and couldn't help checking his past timelines one by one.

Last month he went to the rice cake shop where he often ordered takeout together. Last week he and Namjoon were drinking and writing songs in SUGA until three o'clock in the morning.He knows all the details of his life clearly, and he can almost recite them backwards, but even if he was so crazy last night, even if he lives under the same roof, he can't leave any trace of his existence in his social network.

He refreshed again, and the comment area that was empty just now was instantly full.

Nam Joon likes and comments: Hey, it’s so early today

Taiyu liked and commented: You are so handsome, bro... foul with a baseball cap!

There are also hundreds of likes and comments from IDs he is not familiar with.

If you just pay attention to him secretly, you won't have so many troubles.Park Jimin sighed indistinctly, put the phone on his chest, and still maintained a flat posture, facing the ceiling in silence.

If you just admire Min Yoongi secretly, you can praise all his updates without any scruples, and like all his followers, quickly write "really handsome" "As expected of Daegu Min SUGA, casually SWAG" and so on Comment; he can openly discuss his new song with others, taste his new rhyme, and go to SUGA to see Min Yoongi rapping on stage with his own eyes.

But once you like it, once such emotions are brewed into liking with a private imprint, no matter what gender you are, you will have a strong desire to possess.He can't share anything about him with others, and can't watch him fight with other friends and remain indifferent; he watches his every move almost like a surveillance, trying to find clues that he also likes himself.

Would he appreciate such a person more?Will this type of dress get his attention more?Will he think I'm cool if I have a tattoo?He asked me to go to SUGA together today, did he finally start to care about me?Taiyu sent a message saying that he was also watching the dance last night, and said that winning was very beautiful, what does this mean?

The disturbed Park Jimin rubbed his temples, the lingering memories kept replaying in his mind.Under the warm yellow and dim light, I put my arms around his neck, and the tears from the pain were carefully contained in my eye sockets.The raging impulse at night knocked over the first-aid kit on the table, desire and panting intertwined, and each other's bodies were truly intertwined.

His actions were not rude, but they were not considerate either.But even so, he couldn't refuse, and instead opened his arms to him almost instinctively, like a lost lamb, vaguely feeling the danger lurking in the dark night nearby, before it was dark, there was no time to understand anything, but he also I don't know how to dodge, and I endure the discomfort and pain abruptly.

The feeling of being stroked and possessed is like being liked.Even when kissed.

But to Min Yoongi, what are these?

Does he like me, or is he just a brother and friend?

Heaving a long sigh again, Park Jimin picked up his phone again as if making up his mind, and opened kakaotalk.

[Brother, where is it? 】

Pretending to be relaxed and using the usual chatting tone, Park Jimin thought for a moment, then pressed the send button hard.

1 minute, no reply.

For 2 minutes, the phone remained silent.Park Jimin couldn't stop sliding the lock screen again and again, but there was still nothing.

3 minutes, what is he doing now?Are you too busy to look at your phone?

5 minutes, doesn't it...he doesn't want to talk to me anymore?

The sudden fear made Park Jimin's eyes dim suddenly.Sure enough, it was his confession that was too reckless to scare the other party.Disappointed, he put the phone on the pillow and covered his eyes with one hand.Although Min Yoongi doesn't look like the type to be frightened, what if he just followed the trend last night?He said something like "I won't refuse"...

Ding dong.A crisp sound interrupted Park Jimin's thoughts.His body even reacted before his brain, and quickly grabbed the phone and turned it on.

[What's wrong with SUGA? 】

Simple and straightforward as always, Min Yoongi's style.Park Jimin, who finally waited for the reply, had a slight smile on his face, and he was still a little shy.He held the phone in front of his eyes with both hands, and quickly replied with his fingers:

【No, I just woke up and you're not at home】

No, the words "just woke up" and "not at home" are too intimate.Park Jimin shook his head, bit his lower lip lightly, deleted the text he typed just now, and then edited:

【No, just】

Just miss you a little bit?Park Jimin, who was typing intuitively, stopped suddenly, and even the air that was slightly excited because he received the reply was quiet.

【? 】

Park Jimin looked at the question mark sent back by the other party, and seemed to think of Min Yoongi who frowned slightly after waiting on the Internet for a while without receiving a reply.It was a little funny to delete the sincerity that I almost poured out, and replied:

[No, I just thought that SUGA will be closed tonight, it's really boring]

【A little】

【Go to the Han River】

Min Yoongi replied two in succession.It seems that without SUGA as a good place to go at night, Min Yoongi also feels that life is boring.

【go! 】

Park Jimin, who received an invitation for the first time, sat up excitedly, forgetting that his feet were still injured, his nose and eyes shrank from the pain, but his typing speed was not slow.

[But my foot is broken, I can't walk TT How about driving?