By: @abuden

"Have sex with me," Jimin says.

Jungkook fumbles with his book, drops it, picks it, lets it slip and watches it fall. "What?"

"Have sex with me," Jimin repeats, enunciating each word carefully. He hopes Jungkook wont make him say it for the third time because his ego can only sustain so much embarrassment before it takes a tumble down the hill.

"Jimin, uh, we're in the library."

Jimin frowns. He's not entirely sure if Jungkook is suffering from lapses of dementia. Perhaps he's not the best choice then. He thinks back to his list. It's in his pocket, crumpled beyond recognition. On the seventh line, there's a large blue circle, where the ink from his fountain pen had dawdled and consumed the paper. The list reads: To Do.

And Jeon Jungkook so happens to be the first and last name on it. "Yes, I know. Do you want to have sex with me or not?"

Jungkook chokes and his face goes terribly red. Jimin is a little concerned, hesitatingly taking a half step forward. "Are you sick?"

"No, no, of course not," Jungkook coughs. He reaches for the tumbler in his bag and funnels the liquid down his throat. "Just...surprised."

"Oh. Are you currently indisposed? Would you rather I come back some other time?"

"No, this is fine. I'm fine. Let's talk, yes. Maybe you should tell me what this is all about?"

"Would it help you come to a decision?"

Jungkook finally bends down to collect the book.

Jimin notes the cover. "Passage to India? Sociology or Literature?"

Jungkook quirks a smile. At least that's what Jimin assumes, though it comes out a grimace because Jungkook's eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes look more panicked than conversation-ready. "Neither, just some casual reading. Have you read?"

"Yes, back in high school. I only remember the general gist of things now."

"It's quite the rollercoaster. And uh, yes, if you please. I think knowing the reason behind your proposition would be very helpful indeed."

"Okay, well," Jimin picks his nails, then realises he's fidgeting and sticks his hands by his side. He throws his business face on and tells himself to think likes a salesman. He's here to pitch his idea and score a deal. He has to be confident. Confidence is key (to sex).

"We were playing truth or dare the other day, and I found out I was the only virgin in the group. Everyone was pretty stumped and I realised there's just a whole load of unnecessary hullabaloo surrounding the idea of it. It's like a milestone, right? Or part of a checklist. Tick and next. And so, after some careful pondering, I decided I should just get this whole thing over and done with."

Jungkook is nodding, like he's waiting for more. "Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Someone made fun of you for being a virgin, and now you're jumping me in the library?"

"Don't be silly. I don't mean to have sex right now, obviously. And I told you I thought about it. I don't make decisions lightly. The pros clearly outweigh the cons, I've made sure of it. Look, it's not that complicated. I'd like to have sex, and you're the first person on my list."

"You have a list?" Jungkook nearly yells. Jimin casts a quick glance around to make sure the library assistant is otherwise occupied. She is. She's lumbering around the computer station, peeping at everyone's screen. After that one time she caught a freshman watching porn, she's been as sharp as a hawk.

"Who else is on your list?" Jungkook asks.

No one, is the right answer. But of course, Jungkook doesn't know this. People win poker by bluffing and raising the stakes all the time. Jimin is a salesman, and he's not above lying. "A couple of my course mates. You probably don't know them."

"Oh," Jungkook's face falls. Then brightens. "But I'm first, right? That's what you said."

"Yes, that's right."

May I ask why? As in, why am I your first choice?"

"Your teeth are clean." He means to say lovely, but it's as close an answer as he can get while his nerves are abuzz.

"You like my teeth?"

"Yes. And you have nice skin." And your take on the Zimbardo experiment was very interesting. Also, you were very nice to lend me a pen on the first day of Psych.

"Thank you."

Jimin glances down and scuffs the toe of his shoe on the floor. "So will you?"

"Will I what?"

When he looks up, Jungkook has adopted a carefree stance with one arm slung over the shelf of the bookcase. The mid-afternoon sun highlights the golden-brown specks in his eyes as well as the floating dust particles of their ancient library. It is - by far - the sexiest thing Jimin has ever witnessed. Blood rushes to his cheeks and he attempts to clear his throat. "Have sex with me."

"You don't think I need some careful pondering of my own?"

"Do you need time?"

"Well I have to think about it, don't I?"

Jungkook is well known all over campus for being a prodigal flirt. And Jimin has learned that Jungkook is not only skilled and amiable, but most definitely always up for a one night stand. If he's not agreeing immediately, Jimin can only conclude that he's being brutally rejected.

He can't help but wilt inside. He doesn't really want to have sex with anyone else. No one has teeth as nice as Jungkook. Though he supposes if he tries hard enough he might find an adequate replacement. Maybe Mingyu. He has nothing on Jungkook in terms of teeth and hair and skin. But Jimin had accidentally spied his penis that one time in the loo and he will admit it has its charms.

"Alright then. Have a good day-"

Jungkook catches his arm as he's turning around and pulls him back. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Leaving? I'll have to go find-"

"No you won't. I'll do it." Jungkook leans over him. He's nearly a head taller than Jimin but the way he carries himself makes him a six foot giant.

"Oh, that's-wonderful. Thank you very much."

They stare at each other for a beat.

"Shall I give you my number?"

Jungkook sways on his feet, shuffling. "Have you changed it recently?"

"No?"

"Then no, I already have it." He then slips out of the aisle and walks out of Jimin's sight.

"Is it just me or is Jeon Jungkook fixated on our table?"

Jimin turns around in his seat, and sure enough, across the cafeteria, Jungkook is looking in their direction. Jimin raises his hand and waves. Jungkook nods almost imperceptibly, as if they've just agreed to an illicit drug deal. It's all very clandestine-James-Bond-ish.

"I think he's telling me that Wednesday is still a go."

"What's happening on Wednesday?" Taehyung asks. He's munching on his burger but with the lettuce dangling mid-air and the splotches of ketchup staining his sleeves, Taehyung is feeding everything else but himself.

"I'm having sex."

Taehyung spews all over the table. Jimin is glad he's finished his lunch.

"You're having sex with Jeon Jungkook?"

At the table beside them, a couple of heads turn in a perfect imitation of a parliament of owls.

"Who?"

"Who?"

"Who?"

"Jungkook?"

"Quite so," Jimin tells them. And digs into his pocket for a handkerchief. In an unexpected turn of events, Taehyung mops up the table and returns it to him sopping wet. Jimin is only a little distressed when he tells Taehyung to keep it.

"Is this because of truth or dare the other night?"

"Yes. But I've made up my mind about it. I hope you're not about to convince me otherwise."

Taehyung's expression is confounding. It's the same one he wears when he's slapped with polynomial integrations. "Do you even know what happens during sex?"

"Of course I do," Jimin replies indiganatly. "I'm studying Medicine. I'm well aware of how the reproductive system works."

"Yes but I mean the other part. The dick in ass part."

"What do you mean?"

Taehyung types something into his phone and shoves it into Jimin's hands. "Here, read this."

Jimin spends the rest of his lunch brushing up on Gay Sex 101.

After class, he rushes to the local mart to scout for lube. He imagines a sole bottle with fluttering wings, a halo and an angel choir that will draw him in for a grab-and-go. Instead, he's assaulted with a myriad of options. There's one that's aloe-Vera based and edible. One that;s for sensitive skin which is extra moisturising. A warming jelly that has a litany of supporting reviews. And something water-based that promises to wash off easily.

He invests a good twenty minutes meticulously going the labels of each bottle. Though he might as well have spent twenty seconds because he makes very little headway. There are just too many variables to consider and Jimin is simply lacking in this department. He's never failed so hard at education before.

"Jimin?"

He turns over his shoulder. "Jungkook?"

"You-what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for lube."

Jungkook is dressed comfortably in a pair of sweatpants and a kitschy t-shirt. He's always wearing jeans to class and Jimin has never had the opportunity to see him in anything else. His clothes are about two sizes too large but Jungkook somehow manages to swallow them instead. Clearly, he's gifted.

Jungkook's eyebrows are at his hairline as he bounds over to Jimin. "I said I'll take care of it. You don't have to get one."

"Yes, but the article said it would be best if I stretched my anus before penetration occurs."

Jungkook's knocks headfirst into the shelf and swings around with a bottle. A couple of other items fall over but Jimin is more interested in Jungkook's pick.

"Oh? Is this what you recommend?"

It's the aloe-vera lube. He's been feeling partial towards it and Jungkook's confirmation is gratifying. Now he knows he has good instincts when it comes to sex.

"Thank you, Jungkook. I'll be prepped and ready for you come tomorrow."

As he heads for the counter, he hears Jungkook sputter and groan, saying something along the lines of "what?" And "how?"

Jimin grins at the cashier, holding his lube out like a badge of honour.

After a productive day studying, he lays on his bed, opens an incognito tab and pulls up PornHub. Halfway through the highest rated masturbation video, he's sorely tempted to write a very long and detailed rant about the poor camera angles and how unhygienic it is that Tom deep-throats his dildo after pulling it out of his backside.

But he has bigger fish to fry.

As per Jungkook's suggestion, Jimin combs through more articles. His professors have always emphasised the importance of credible sources and so Jimin takes his search to Google Scholar. And PubMed—because this far into his degree, all his attempts at research start on PubMed by default. Unfortunately, the results are more on the side of health related statistics than actual step-by-step instructions.
He then turns his attention to pride community forums. The yield is much better.
The next thing he knows, he's sequestered in the bathroom, one leg hiked over the sink and three fingers up his backside. His newly purchased lube slides all over his thighs and onto the twinkling tiled floor. The anon who instructs him says that it's better to tug on his penis while working his fingers through his anus.
They're absolutely right.

The following morning when his roommate bids him a cheery goodbye, Jimin waits all of ten seconds before he's spreading his legs while simultaneously reaching for his lube. His dear dear lube.
It goes without saying that Jimin thinks about sex all day—missing cues and answering wrongly when called upon, then sprints home as soon as he's dismissed from his last class. He feels like a miscreant, indulging so passionately in something other than his studies. Though when he really thinks about it, it might not be a bad idea to invest in a camera and start up his own PornHub account. He should do his part in educating the masses now that he knows what he's doing. And he's always liked tutoring.
At 6:15 on the dot, Jimin stands in front of Jungkook's apartment. He opens the door with a towel slung over his shoulders. His hair is wet and his shirt is damp. He must have just gotten out of the shower.
"I'm sorry I'm late. But I brought my lube," Jimin says by way of greeting. He unzips his bag and shows it to Jungkook for good measure.
"Oh—wow uh, you've already used half of it?"
"Yes, I find that I like it wet. And I may have stretched twice more today. It's quite an addictive feeling, isn't it?"
Jungkook's eyes are wide as he blusters. And he's got two spots high on his cheeks dusted in the lightest shade of pink. 
"You're very handsome, Jungkook," Jimin tells him honestly.
"Thanks," Jungkook says as he drags Jimin across the apartment. They're standing at the foot of the bed when Jungkook looks him right in the eye. "You're... yeah—you're very good looking too. It's quite overwhelming at times, actually."
Jimin preens. Then shucks his trousers off. "Shall we get started, then?"
"Whoa! Uh, your pants.." Jungkook squeaks. He seems to want to pick up Jimin's trousers but stops midway. "Uh, your underwear too. Wait! Wait!"
Jimin crawls onto the bed and holds himself up on his elbows and knees. "I've read that this is the prime position for undertakings of a sexual nature."
"Oh Jesus, fuck—Jimin—you can't just—oh Jesus."
Jimin wriggles his hips impatiently. "Any time now, Jungkook. I've got a scrabble appointment in one hour."
"Just—stop moving. You scheduled scrabble after sex?"
Jimin flops onto his stomach and rolls over. Those forums may have given good advice in regards to stretching but their tips on enticing partners evidently lack substance, with the way Jungkook is fully clothed and still talking.
"I volunteer at the Old Folks Home down on Fifth. Today we're playing scrabble."
"Can't you cancel?" Jungkook is staring at his penis. And Jimin can't help but watch him stare.
"I suppose I could. But I thought we wouldn't be long. Half hour tops?"
"What, you thought I would just fuck you once and you could go on your merry way?"
Jimin heaves himself onto his elbows and blinks. "Was that not our agreement?"Jungkook raises an eyebrow. He has perfect eyebrows to raise. A paradigm of majestic and unrivalled elegance. "We'll see about that," he murmurs. Then he lands on the bed with both knees. Jimin loses balance and falls flat on his back. "Can I kiss you?"
Jimin thinks it over. He does have a