65. Restrictions and Rewards💯

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By: @mintyoongee

"Fuck!"

Jeongguk slams the door of the apartment as he walks in, hands and jaw clenched tightly. The walls seem to shake and he is sure the neighbors are going to complain the next day but right now he couldn't care less. Another test, another failure. The physics class is the antithesis of everything Jeongguk does, he never studies and has always expected to pass. It happened in high school, why couldn't it happen now?

The words of his physics teacher echo through his head, 'if you keep going like this you will fail your freshman year of college.' Her disapproving gaze was all it took for Jeongguk to flee. He never did well under the stares of teachers, but especially now it felt as if she was going to incinerate him from her glare.

Collapsing on the couch, Jeongguk drops his two binders and textbook, throwing his head back to fall on the pillow. According to his professors, he has two more assignments in each of his classes to fix his fuck ups. Paired with finals in a month, Jeongguk was screwed. Two essays and two tests. Who even writes essays in physics anyways? I need a nap right now, Jeongguk thinks as his eyes close softly.

But that doesn't happen, because the door to the apartment suddenly opens slowly, making Jeongguk open his tired eyes. He expects to be annoyed - and under any other circumstance he would've been - but he isn't because the absolutely beautiful face of his boyfriend, Park Jimin, comes into view. And who can be annoyed at that ball of perfection?

If there is anyone that can sedate Jeongguk into a lump of putty, it's Jimin, both him and Jimin know that. Although the same goes for the older, Jimin is just as whipped for Jeongguk as it is the other way around.

Jimin's eyes disappear as he walks in, a smile that rivals the sun's brightness slowly stretching his lips. "Hi Jeonggukie." His voice is soft, like usual, and Jeongguk just needs his boyfriend's warmth, so he outstretches his arms wordlessly. They've known each other for years, so Jeongguk knows he doesn't need words for Jimin to understand because he instantly catches onto what Jeongguk means and happily walks forward, discarding his bag and shoes, almost falling into Jeongguk's embrace.

A muted sigh is brushed across Jeongguk's collarbones as Jimin fits himself perfectly into his boyfriend's arms. "I missed you hyung." Jeongguk mutters into Jimin's newly dyed blonde hair. A faint smell of bleach permeates Jeongguk's nose, and it's only somewhat bothersome. Just so long as he is near Jimin.

A noise of recognition vibrates Jimin's lips, and Jeongguk chuckles, arms wrapping around Jimin's waist, breath hitching when said man raises his head up, eyes locking with Jeongguk's. "You're so beautiful." It's just instinct for Jeongguk to speak his mind, and he does it very often when it comes to Jimin, but the latter seems shocked, eyes widening and shy grin tilting his lips up. No matter how many times Jeongguk says it, Jimin always looks the same amount shocked and shy.

"Thank you baby, you're pretty handsome yourself." Jimin counters, leaning forward slightly to catch Jeongguk's lips. Immediately, Jeongguk's mind blanks, all thoughts of his upcoming stressful weeks, the tests and essays, the impending doom of his grades, melt away. The kiss is languid, the slow slip of their mouths together creates just enough friction to draw a small moan from Jimin's mouth.

As much as Jeongguk wants to continue, his subconscious gets the best of him, so he pulls back and is met with a very confused boyfriend. "Is everything okay baby?" Jeongguk can feel Jimin's warm breath on his face, and he almost dives down to continue, but he pushes past it, instead using his fingers to trace small shapes on the exposed skin of Jimin's hips.

Jeongguk thinks for a moment, before he sighs, "Just some two tests and two essays I should work on. We can still cuddle though." He plants another small peck on Jimin's lips, smiling and praying that he doesn't ask about his test.

His prayers fall on deaf ears, however, because Jimin sits up, planting his tights on either side of Jeongguk's waist, effectively straddling the boy and trapping him while Jimin asks, "How was the physics test?" Jeongguk's stomach drops, he doesn't want to tell Jimin he failed. He's known Jeongguk through high school, known how well Jeongguk did, failing was shameful.

"Oh, um, I did- I didn't do as well as I thought I would." Jeongguk stutters, eyes trailing away from Jimin's, but he is met with Jimin's confused look, and he knows he needs to admit it. "I failed, okay? I failed and now I'm at risk to fail my freshman year of college, how embarrassing is that?!"

Jimin's face falls, and Jeongguk goes to apologize, to ramble on like he always does when he is not sure what to say, but Jimin cuts him off. "Jeonggukie, it's okay. Everybody struggles with school." Jeongguk closes his eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in Jimin's eyes, it reminds him of the look he got from his parents when he came out to them. He feels fingers on his cheeks, then hears Jimin's voice, "Baby, look at me." Hesitantly, Jeongguk agrees. "It's okay, I still love you, okay? You'll get through this."

"How? I don't know how to study, I'm so used to just passing without studying!"

Jeongguk waits, watching as the gears in Jimin's brain turn. He knows his boyfriend is up to no good, that somehow a hairbrained plan is going to come of Jimin's thinking, but honestly, if it helps him pass he will do it.

A sly smile passes Jimin's features, "Hand me a piece of paper and pen." Jeongguk obeys, fingers curling around the closest notebook he can grab with Jimin still straddling him. When Jimin grabs the materials, he moves off Jeongguk, settling at the opposite side of the couch. His legs curl up, paper resting on his thighs as he quickly writes stuff down. To say Jeongguk is curious is an understatement, but he doesn't push anything, just pulling his laptop out and the papers that give the guidelines for his assignments. May as well work while I wait, Jeongguk thinks as he reads over the rubric.

As soon as he opens a word document, a piece of paper is thrust into his view, along with a very proud, very smug looking boyfriend. "I found the solution!" Jimin declares as Jeongguk scans the paper.

At the top are the words, 'Romantic Rewards' followed with a list of things along with grades. The first sentence at the top, in Jimin's surprisingly neat, small handwriting, makes Jeongguk's stomach drop. 'Jeonggukie may not do any of these things unless he unlocks it with the corresponding grade.'

"What is this?" Jeongguk asks as he reads down the list, the first bullet point states, 'Get at least a C on the first essay = ability to make out with your wonderful boyfriend.' Jeongguk rolls his eyes inwardly, but smiles. Maybe he can convince Jimin to break the rules, there's no way he can go five days without making out with him.

The sensation of an arm around his shoulders snaps Jeongguk out of his stupor. "This, my Jeonggukie, is the ticket to passing your courses!" Jeongguk's bottom lip sticks out in a pout upon reading the other boundaries. Ranging from 'Get an A on either of your tests and I will blow you' to 'Get a B or above on both essays and you get one night of hickeys, you can place them anywhere you want without protest.'

"This is crazy! How can I go five days without making out with you?" When Jimin shrugs, Jeongguk sighs, "Can I at least kiss you?"

Jimin nods, "Yup, just no tongue. And I will help you with your essays and tests." Immediately, Jeongguk knows this will be the death of him, he knows that once Jimin is set on something, he won't let up, and that includes blocking his boyfriend from everything but innocent kisses until he gets better grades. It fucking sucks, but Jeongguk has to admit, it is a good idea.

They both pause for a moment, Jeongguk taking in Jimin's excited features. If anything, Jeongguk would do it for Jimin, so once he shows his boyfriend the passing grades in his classes he will be able to see a different look on Jimin's face - a look of pride. "Fine," Jeongguk relents, a small smile slipping onto his face, "It will suck ass, but I will do it."

A loud squeal erupts from Jimin's mouth, and Jeongguk flinches slightly, but his small smile turns into an overwhelming grin. "I'm so happy! You'll pass these classes baby, you can do it! So, let's start studying."

With that, they delve into the world of gravity and acceleration.

"One more day Jeonggukie! Tomorrow you get your results!" Jimin bounced up and down on the bed, ruffling the sheets and making Jeongguk bounce as well. With one final click, the essay is sent off, submitted for grading and knowing his professor it will be sent back tomorrow.

One long groan cascades out of Jeongguk's lips, body giving in to the warm softness of the bed. In all honesty, he hadn't slept much in the last three days. Between studying and stressing so much, his brain doesn't know what exactly a good night's sleep is at this point. Long hours of listening in class, writing everything the professor says, along with working on the other essay for his writing class, it was all so tiring, and Jeongguk thinks he deserves a small break.

"Come here sweetheart." Jeongguk mumbles in a half drawled, half whispered satoori. His whole body is exhausted, like he ran three miles a day without breaks. Jimin raises his eyebrows, but slowly climbs up so he is laying besides Jeongguk. They both stay silent for a moment, while Jeongguk lifts his hand up, thumb resting on the point of Jimin's right cheekbone. Softly, he strokes the bone, the soft skin of Jimin's tan cheek becoming slightly darker from a flush.

With a soft grip, Jeongguk trails his hand to the back of Jimin's neck, pulling him in by the nape. When their lips touch, Jeongguk sighs into it, all the stress and worry melting away. As always, Jimin's lips are plush softness, a certain kind of heaven that can't be explained. Jeongguk feels deprived of Jimin's kisses, and it had only been three days. Sure, they gave a peck here and there, but with the focus on studying and writing the essays, Jeongguk was so preoccupied. Now he can indulge.

On instinct, Jeongguk's tongue runs across Jimin's bottom lip, asking for entrance, and instantly, Jimin pulls away. A sound something akin to a whine comes from Jeongguk, while a soft tutting comes from Jimin. "Mmmm, sorry baby, you still haven't gotten your grade for the essay." Jimin smirks, knowing that it's killing Jeongguk, but the latter relents, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.

Jimin's face pop into Jeongguk's view, a large smile on his face before he leans down, pressing a small kiss to Jeongguk's right cheek, then left, then forehead, then nose and finally a fleet press onto his mouth. "How about we both get some rest? We don't have classes tomorrow, we can sleep in."

For the last three days, Jimin hasn't stayed over, opting instead to go back to his own apartment and sleep there. It feels like their first stages of dating almost two years ago, when they would stand awkwardly at the doorstep, exchanging small kisses before they both separate. "Can we cuddle or is that forbidden by the list?" Jeongguk doesn't mean for it to sound so harsh, so he softens his tone at the end of the question.

"I think we can arrange that." Jimin kisses Jeongguk again, lips curling against Jeongguk's own, before he places the laptop and textbooks beside them, arms encircling his boyfriend's waist and head nestling in the crook of Jeongguk's neck.

Jeongguk leans his head to the side, catching a whiff of Jimin's fresh shampoo. Placing a kiss to Jimin's forehead, he mumbles into the blonde hair. "Goodnight Jimin."

Jimin doesn't say anything about the drop of honorifics, after the year and a half mark of their relationship, Jimin made it known he wouldn't mind if Jeongguk didn't use them sometimes. A sound of acknowledgement vibrates Jeongguk's skin, and he knows Jimin's eyes are probably already shut. He knows that as much as Jimin helps Jeongguk, he also has assignments and tests of his own. It's as stressful on Jimin as it is to Jeongguk, probably even more.

As Jeongguk expected, Jimin's soft breaths even out into steady puffs against Jeongguk's neck, the older finally falling asleep. Jeongguk moves his right hand to Jimin's waist, covered by a too big white shirt - Jeongguk's - and he moves the fabric back, fingers ghosting across the delicate skin, drawing patterns that will help Jimin stay asleep. They both sleep better like this, fitted together perfectly, an unspoken agreement of the way they lay to what side of the bed they sleep on.

With one last relaxed breath, Jeongguk feels his eyes slip shut, his whole body surrounded by Jimin Jimin Jimin.

86.8%

The numbers blink back at Jeongguk from his laptop, open to his gradebook and staring at the three small numbers. He did it. He really did it. Granted, it was through a lot of hard work, along with barely any sleep and a serious case of Jimin withdrawals, but he did it. Now he really hopes Jimin will be proud.

"Baby? Are you awake?" When Jeongguk woke up earlier, he found Jimin not in bed with him, but a note lying next to him read in his handwriting, went to the store to pick up some food brb xx. The door opens, and Jimin walks in, the same clothes he had on last night still hanging off his figure. Jimin's eyes flick down to the laptop, and he springs forward, curling into Jeongguk's side, head craning to get a look at the grade.

When he sees it, he turns back to Jeongguk, a wider smile now present on his face. In the pit of his stomach, Jeongguk wonder how he managed to get a boyfriend as beautiful as Park Jimin. Really, Jeongguk is still convinced that Jimin is actually just an angel, he's too stunning to be just human. Through his inner monologue, he doesn't hear the words Jimin says, just registers his mouth moving before a "What?" follows.

Jimin rolls his eyes, but the smile still stays just as wide, and Jeongguk knows Jimin isn't actually mad, he can tell when he passed the point of no return with Jimin's patience, but this look is one of mock annoyance and adoration. That's what baffles Jeongguk, whenever he looks into Jimin's eyes, there is always an admiration in there, it brings him so much happiness to know that the man he loves with all his heart reciprocates the feeling.

"I said I am proud of you baby. You worked so hard." Jimin pushes the laptop away, swinging his legs so they frame Jeongguk's slightly smaller thighs. The atmosphere suddenly becomes thicker, the wide smiles now replaced by straight faces. Jimin brings his hands up to cup Jeongguk's cheeks, forcing the younger to look him in the eye. "I mean it, Jeongguk. I am so so proud of you. I love you so much."

Jeongguk's breath hitches, body heating up at the praise. He's never learned how to take compliments, it always makes him feel awkward, but if he said anything, Jeongguk is afraid he would ruin the moment. He instead responds with a small smile and an equally small, "I love you too, Jimin."

For a moment everything pauses, then Jimin smirks, "You know what that means, right?" Without a second to answer, Jimin leans in, molding his lips over Jeongguk's. Immediately, Jeongguk traces his tongue across Jimin's bottom lip, and with a thought of finally, Jimin opens his mouth. As their tongue battle for dominance, Jeongguk has to fight down the growing erection in his sweatpants. He's older now, he should be able to control this, will it down, because it won't be for another five days until he could possible get Jimin's lips around him.

A small moan escapes Jeongguk's lips, and Jimin instantly pulls away, wagging his finger back and forth, "Nope, nice try baby but I won't fall for that. Nothing more until your next essay." When a frown is displayed on Jeongguk's lips, Jimin giggles, using his index fingers to pull at the corners of Jeongguk's mouth, forming it into a forced smile. "There's that smile. Come on, it's not that bad! Now let's get to work on that next essay."

As they work, Jeongguk remembers his test on Monday. Physics, a subject that he probably will never use again, but right now it's crucial to his college career. With Jimin by his side, however, Jeongguk feels unstoppable, he knows how hard he worked, and he knows he's ready for the test, then he'll be that much closer to being fucked by Jimin - or fucking Jimin - whichever works.

"Tomorrow's your last test, baby, you can do it. Get a good night's rest and I will talk to you after your test." Jimin's voice is crackly over the phone, a clear indication of his fatigue, and Jeongguk nods before he realizes that Jimin can't see him.

"Okay, hyung. You get a good night's sleep too, I love you." Jeongguk smiles, laying back on his bed. For now, all the information he needs is stuffed up into his brain from days of nonstop studying (along with the occasional makeout session with Jimin).

When the phone clicks, Jeongguk pushes it aside, folding his hand over his stomach and staring at the ceiling. He's ready for this test, really, now all it takes is a night of sleep and he can pass with flying colors, earning him a good time with Jimin. He didn't think he could wait two weeks for this, hell, they rarely went this long without some sort of sexual contact, but he's sure when it happens it'll be that much better.

A few days ago, when he got an A on his english class essay, he was faced with the decision, just like it said on the paper, one blowjob. But he had been running on a little over five hours of sleep in the last five days, so of course his brain was wacked out. "Nah sweetheart, I'm good." Jeongguk had really said that. Thinking back, he mentally slaps himself. That would have made resisting so much easier. And really, Jeongguk is going to have to try his damndest not to think of Jimin or his cock.

"Fuck." Jeongguk hisses as he shifts in bed, his erection now digging into the fly of his sweatpants. Honestly, Park Jimin is going to be the death of him. At this point, Jeongguk thinks, sleep is not going to happen unless he takes care of his problem. A cold shower would wake him up, and that's not what he wants, the only option is to take care of it.

With a long groan, Jeongguk gingerly pulls his sweatpants down, his cock coming in sight. The cold air startles him for a moment, before it's quickly replaced by his own hand. A long moan slips out and Jeongguk immediately closes his mouth, remembering that it is almost eleven at night, and this is a building full of old people and college students. Biting his lip, Jeongguk starts slowly, running his thumb along the tip.

All Jeongguk can think about is Jimin, from his mouth to his cock to his ass, and everything in between. It's Jimin's fault he's in this situation, but this situation also helped him pass his classes, so he has to give his boyfriend some credit. The only frustrating thing is that Jimin isn't here, he can't just cash in his 'free blowjob' card and take care of this pesky erection.

So he does what he can do, his hand speeding up to the pace Jimin always uses, using one hand to stroke himself while the other pinches and tugs his nipple. In reality, he hasn't done this since when he and Jimin first started dating, when he was just a shy virgin boy and was too scared to ask Jimin for anything, so he took care of it himself.

Now that he has Jimin, however, he shouldn't need to do these menial

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