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Jimin, like most people, has a daily commute.
Sure his isn't in a car, just a train ride that takes him close to campus, and then a short walk the rest of the way there, but he still has a daily commute. The drag of it is significantly lessened by the by the fact that his two roommates, Taehyung and Jungkook, make the ride with him. But nonetheless he makes the trip twice a day, on the same train line, in the same two directions, with the same people.
It would be stupid to assume he rides the train with the same people every day, except that there are a few constants. There's the old lady who wears a pink coat every day that's covered in enough fur to make an entire new cat. There are the two high school students who only ride in the afternoon, but are always pressed up against each other, not sexually but to keep other people away. There are several others, all whose name Jimin doesn't know, but he can recognize without having to think about it.
There's one guy though, one guy that Jimin is certain he'd be able to recognize even if they were in a pitch dark room. It's hard to forget someone that beautiful. Everyday the same guy sits in the middle of the train car, one headphone in as he looks around at everything and nothing.
The first time Jimin had seen him he had been surprised to say the least. He couldn't have been more than a couple years older than Jimin himself, so he could've been in college. He had light bleached hair, almost white, and he was so pale he looked nearly translucent. Soft eyes, and softer looking lips, he was really a sight to behold. But what really stuck out was that he looked Korean.
Jimin had lived in the U.S. his entire life and he was Korean so he shouldn't have been that surprised, but he was. Hell, he hadn't met Taehyung and Jungkook until high school and they were Korean, but American citizens. It was just strange to him that he could just run into another Korean on the train either to or from school, and that they didn't already know each other. He wasn't naive enough to think he knew every Korean person that went to his school, but he'd notice someone this good looking on campus, wouldn't he?
But then, this guy might not even go to his college, or any college at all. He almost wants to ask, but that seems a little stalker-ish and on the occasion that he gets the nerves to talk to this guy, he doesn't want to scare him away with weird questions.
He still wanted to catch his attention somehow. Once, Jimin tried speaking in loud Korean in front of him, because that would've caught Jimin's attention, but no bite. It's possible he doesn't speak Korean, Jimin knew a couple of people who didn't, or who had to go back and learn in later in life for various reasons.
Whatever the case was, Jimin was left wondering about him. It didn't bother him too much, he did have a life outside of pining uselessly over hot strangers on the train. It did mean that when he makes his commute either to or from school, he feels safe to talk in a loud voice to Taehyung and Jungkook about the hot stranger, because as long as he spoke Korean he wouldn't understand Jimin anyway.
"Jungkook, I don't think you understand," Jimin whines, shifting from foot to foot.
"You're right hyung," Jungkook looks down at Jimin with something close to annoyance, "And I don't want to. But I have a feeling you'll tell me anyway."
Jimin hits Jungkook on the arm, cheeks heating. It doesn't matter that that was exactly what he was going to do, Jungkook was still being rude.
With a quick sweep of the car Jimin locates the stranger with ease. Today he's wearing a beanie and glasses that Jimin couldn't tell if he needed or not, his face expressionless as usual. "Fuck he's cute today," Jimin complains loudly.
No one around them so much as blinks, not a single one of them understanding what he said. It's Taehyung who answers though, not Jungkook. "I thought you said he was hot?"
Jimin looks at his friend with slightly widened eyes, "He is. Quiet and stoic, he's small but he look like he'd need control, if you know what I mean," he gives an over exaggerated eyebrow wiggle in case Taehyung did not in fact, know what he meant.
Both Taehyung and Jungkook make disgusted noises at him. "Whatever, both of you are hoes anyway, let me lust in peace. At least you guys are getting any."
Neither acknowledge what Jimin said, just stare at him. The silence between them stretches so long it gets uncomfortable, and by the time anyone speaks again it's almost time to get off at their stop.
"We might be getting laid," Jungkook starts slowly, his Korean not as good as Jimin's, "But we're not judging you for wanting someone."
There's another, much smaller, pause that's filled with Taehyung saying, "We're judging you for wanting to ride someone who you know literally nothing about."
Jimin flushes again, hitting Taehyung on the arm, "I never said that!"
"So you don't want to ride him?" Jungkook asks, trying to sound innocent.
Jimin hits him too.
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Life goes on and Jimin continues to talk about the hot stranger. The only change is the things Jimin says. What started as 'he looks so good today' quickly becomes 'do you think he'd tie me up if asked' to the growing disgust of his friends.
It has been a long time since the the last time any orgasm he's had has come from something other than his own hand, and the stranger is really hot. It doesn't help that he's started fantasizing about the guy when he does get off, pretending he's above Jimin, pushing him into the mattress and whispering things into his ear that you couldn't repeat in public.
He was lamenting this problem to Taehyung, not even caring that the guy was right there. "It's bad Tae, really bad."
"So you wanna fuck him, get over it. I could hook you up with someone if you want," Taehyung shrugs and continues to look down at his textbook. He has a test tomorrow that he didn't find out about until an hour ago, and he hasn't stopped reading since.
Jimin shakes his head, "I don't think I'd enjoy it unless it was him." It's a lie, they both know it too, but Jimin is trying to make a point here.
"So just go up to him and say 'you're really hot Mr. Stranger, want to come back to my place and screw like rabbits?'" Taehyung shrugs again, ignoring Jimin's sound of anguish.
From a few feet away the stranger smiles and ducks his head. He's gorgeous when he smiles, his lips pulling back so far his gums show. It makes Jimin smile just seeing it, "I can't say that Taehyung. It's not that simple.
He does't want to say it isn't that simple because he doesn't just imagine having sex with the guy. He has practically built a life with this guy in his head. It isn't fantastic and he has even imagined them fighting, but it was enough. It's completely pathetic because he's not even said one thing to the guy, which is exactly why he doesn't want to tell anyone. But when Jimin looks at Taehyung his face says he already knows.
Taehyung opens his mouth to say something, probably about how unhealthy it is to daydream a life up with a stranger, only to be interrupted by Jimin being pushed slightly to the side. Jimin looks back to see what's going on. The hot stranger is pushing him a little, trying to get by.
His hands are pressed lightly to Jimin's back as he tries to move forward. "Excuse me," he says, unfortunately (or fortunately) in English, finally pushing through to walk down the car to a door. The train stops a second later, and he gets off without so much as a glance back at Jimin, who is still staring at the door long after he's gone, mouth open.
"Fuck," he breaths noisily, "Even his voice is hot."
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One slight problem with living with Taehyung and Jungkook is that Jimin becomes really accurately aware of just how much they really get. Both of them insisted it isn't that much, just a few friends willing to go at it every now and again. Jimin knows in his heart that they are really sluts. Some nights it feels like if Jungkook isn't getting laid, then Taehyung is.
The truth is they only really get laid once or twice a week, but Jimin was in something of a dry spell, so even one night every two weeks seems like too much.
There was no real reason Jimin himself isn't getting laid either, so he's not allowed to be bitter. He hadn't broken up recently and sworn off relationships, or suddenly decided to be celibate. He is attractive and likes sex, and he knows if he was really looking it wouldn't take long to find someone willing. But he just hasn't had the time, or motivation, or the person wasn't right, or a multitude of other reasons Jimin told himself while he slips his hands into his sweatpants at night.
Despite his basically self imposed sexual isolation, he isn't exactly dying. He never gets desperate enough to find willing strangers, and it almost never bothered him in his daily life. He really didn't mind being single and sexless until one of two things happened; either he really needed some release or he was looking at the hot stranger.
The thirst was real. So real that both Jungkook and Taehyung had threatened to stop going to class with him if it meant talking about the stranger on the train ride. They would never actually do that because that would mean either getting to class early or getting to class late, and both options seemed like terrifying situations. The ride to and from campus has become somewhat of a dramatic affair.
"You know eventually he's gonna do something disgusting like pick his nose and eat it and you'll be totally turned off and disgusted with yourself," Jungkook says from besides Jimin, watching the older man staring with disdain.
Jimin snorts, "He's too pretty to do something like that."
From just slightly down the car the stranger gives a small laugh. Maybe he's listening to an audio book, or a funny podcast. Regardless it makes Jimin smile. Taehyung see's him smile and makes and affronted sound, "Even if he doesn't understand us, you do realize you're being less than subtle with your staring, right?"
Jimin shows no outward sign of having heard what Taehyung said, but on the inside he was dying. He's so fucking doomed, he can never speak to him, ever. It's so creepy to stare at someone on the train for weeks on end, even if you were slightly in love with them.
No, that made it creepier.
Apparently Jimin's silence is more off putting than his rambling because Jungkook suddenly says, "What would you do if I went up to him and told him all the stuff you've said to us?"
Jimin's eyes go wide as he turns to Jungkook, heart seizing in terror. "Don't you fucking dare Jeon Jungkook, I swear I will hurt you if you even try."
That seems to be what Jungkook was waiting for, because the second Jimin says anything Jungkook is snickering, trying (and failing) to hide his laughter in his shoulder.
"Jiminie, you're too tiny to do any real damage," Taehyung hums out behind him, suppressing his own laughter.
From down the car Jimin hears more of the soft laughter the stranger lets out. It makes him turn away from his friends to catch the gum showing smile. Behind him Jungkook whispers a soft, "Oh god, he's so whipped for someone whose name he doesn't even know."
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It all comes to a head of sorts two weeks later. Sure, said head wasn't expected because Jimin wasn't, and still isn't, planning on doing anything about his stupid crush anytime soon. But still, something noteworthy happens.
The usual is going on. Jimin is heading home because staying on campus any longer would cause him to bang his head against several hard objects. He's alone today, Taehyung went home earlier and Jungkook stayed for his last class. He's used to being alone, but the silence is still weird.
It's harder to stare at the stranger without his friends. He feels weirder, more like a predator, and less like a guy deeply infatuated with someone he's never said a single word to. His glance aren't discreet by any means, but he doesn't stare today. He looks for a few seconds and then looks away. Somehow this is less subtle.
Not even halfway through his train ride the stranger starts meeting his eyes when he looks over. Not looking in Jimin's general direction, but direct eye contact. The second the stranger realized Jimin is looking back he smirks just the smallest bit, one corner of his mouth pulling up slightly.
Every look says that he knows something Jimin doesn't and it makes a cold pit in his stomach, that grows with each passing second. Just as the guys stop is coming up the stranger walks up to him. He look at Jimin for a second before he leans close, right when the train stops. Jimin makes a move to pull away it means he only barely hears the soft "Hello," spill from the guys lips in clear unmistakable Korean.
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"Jimin stop being dramatic, that's my job," Taehyung complains loudly from Jimin's bedroom doorway.
"I think I'm being perfectly reasonable. I can never go to school again, I'm going to fail out of college and right into hell," Jimin's words are muffled because he's hiding under all his blankets, but Taehyung must get the gist of it.
"It can't be that bad Jimin," Taehyung sighs, "Whatever you did cannot be any worse than staring at him for weeks on end."
Jimin groans, feeling the pain physically, "It's worse, so much worse than just staring."
Jungkook shoulders past Taehyung to get into Jimin's room. He takes a seat next to what he assumes is Jimin's head, hand coming out to touch the Jimin sized lump. "The worse that could happen is that he understood us the whole time you said all those dirty things about him."
Jimin freezes and very purposefully doesn't talk. His silence speaks volumes, and Taehyung gasps, "He did not."
Jimin curls in on himself even more. "It could be a coincidence, or annyeonghaseyo could be the only thing he knows. But he kept giving me this look, and then he spoke Korean. Basically I can never take the train again."
Both Jungkook and Taehyung are hunched over with laughter making Jimin moan in anguish, "So glad to know my pain brings you joy!"
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Unfortunately for Jimin he does actually have to go to class. He could skip them all, but he really doesn't want to actually drop out of college, not when he's already gone for two full years. He'd have all those debts and none of the benefits of a college degree.
Taehyung and Jungkook leave way too early so that he is forced to go by himself in the morning. His heart races and his palms are sweaty just thinking about how the stranger is probably going to ask him to stop wondering what kind of kinky shit he's into out loud.
But all his stress is for nothing. He's on the train, same car, same people, same time, and the stranger is no where to be seen. Jimin could look around, but instead he thanks his lucky stars and hunkers down for a long, anxiety infused day.
As it turns out though, he's not on the train home either. Sweaty palms all for nothing, he doesn't get confronted about his stalker habits. Jimin thinks maybe the guy decided to find another way to wherever he goes in the morning to spare himself the pain of seeing Jimin.
Jimin doesn't blame him.
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Lulled into a false sense of security, Jimin stops expecting the hot stranger to show up and hand over a restraining order. Sure, he doesn't think the guy just vanished into thin air, but they live in a big city and chances of meeting outside of the morning and afternoon train rides are slim to none.
It only takes three days for him to settle so completely he almost doesn't recognize the guy when he starts riding the train again. Though that's mostly due to a surprise change in hair color, the guys previously bleached locks now a soft cotton candy pink.
He steps onto the train after a long day at school and the second he see's and recognizes the stranger he's trying to run back off the train. Not a second soon enough though, the door shuts right in his face. Off to the side he hears the guy chuckling, but Jimin is still staring at the closed doors like they're a death sentence.
Doors aren't that bad of a view for a ride home really, so he doesn't turn around. That apparently won't do though because he's tapped on the shoulder one minute into his 'watch the door and ignore everyone' plan.
"Hello," comes a teasing voice, Korean spilling out easily.
"H-hello," Jimin says back, still refusing to turn around.
The stranger is too near him, he but leans closer to whisper in Jimin's ear, "I think with all the stuff you've been saying, you can at least look me in the face, hhm?"
Jimin is sure there's a question in there somewhere, but it feels like a command. If he thought the strangers voice was hot before, he's absolutely squirming at how husky it gets when he whispers like that. His voice goes deeper when he speaks Korean too, a faint accent from a place he's never been to in his words, the same way Jimin had from listening to his mom growing up.
When he turns around he feels caged in, not just by how close the stranger is, but also by his eyes and sharp smile. Jimin may have been the one spouting out obscene wishes and fantasies, but it really didn't feel that way.
"I'm Min Yoongi," The stranger is so close he's still whispering. "Now it's your turn."
"Park Jimin," he breaths out softly.
Jimin almost wants to push this man, Yoongi, away. However strong the urge is Jimin refuses to do so, because this man has every right to humiliate Jimin right now.
"So, Jimin," Yoongi stretches his name out, as if tasting the syllables. "Why don't we sit down and have a little chat about how much you want me to tie you up?"
Jimin doesn't even think about saying no.