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Jeongguk had the most impeccable scheme to avoid getting anyone attached to him like a leech after every fuck while not being much of a dick about it.
A college friend, who heard all his complaints about his hookups overstaying and getting too comfortable in his space, gave him the idea.
It's not like he didn't try to ever so gently send them away, but they either ignore him and go for another round (which he doesn't appreciate since he doesn't do the same person twice), or act as if he'd offended their family's legacy and yell at him till the crack of fucking dawn.
So to get him to shut up, his friend had given him the technique to make them leave on their own in exchange for shutting the hell up, and you could bet your ass that Jeongguk had agreed to that to the level where they don't even talk anymore. But the said solution was still happening and very well, too.
It goes like this: he sees a twink he likes on a night out, brings them back to his dorm—now an apartment—and sleeps with them. Everything seems normal, but actually, it isn't.
Before going out, Jeongguk turns every AC in his place down, making it unpleasantly freezing for anyone who comes in later. They would feel the extreme chilliness after the heat of their sex session goes away. The fog of their bodies being pressed together would clear off, registering to them how their heavy pants are becoming palpable in the cold air around them with each second that passes.
So, with shaky legs—from both Jeongguk's fucking and the freezing temperature—they scramble for their clothes off the floor, hastily dressing up and leaving. Right out the door. No words exchanged.
A grinning Jeongguk is left behind, a used condom thrown in the trash next to him, balls empty, and most of all, no clingy individual that would ruin the peace he's having in the moment.
His body, always running hot, makes him sort of unaffected and accustomed to the biting cold—he's been doing this for a while now. The whole thing was smooth and uncomplicated, just flawless.
Till it wasn't.
It was Saturday, and as usual, he dressed up to meet his friends in the club. His short, dark hair, the bangs resting on his forehead neatly, with some strands being too long and giving him a groovy look. Piercings glinting under the colorful lights of the club—flaunting his newest addition to his face: a nostril piercing.
Wearing a pair of faded black jeans, a white tank top that shows his sleeve tattoo vividly, and his left biceps flexing as he adjusts the leather jacket that's hanging over his shoulder—he took it off at the entrance, as the radiating heat that was coming from the inside had been too much.
Following his friends' lead towards their special table, Jeongguk roams the place with his eyes quickly. 'Who should he take home tonight?' He asks himself. It's been about a week and a half since he last felt the warmth of being inside someone. He had a zillion tattoo appointments from people asking for him specifically to do their chosen tats.
Not a surprise since he owns one of the biggest tattoo and piercing studios in the whole city—Inked Soul. And he just does it best.
He's just elated that he finally has some free time to blow his built-up steam off. He's so sick of jerking off. He needs to shove his dick in something apart from his fist.
"Oh, look who decided to show up." A voice buzzes through as they take a seat. He chuckles, recognizing its owner.
"Sugar," He acknowledges. "You look fabulous as always."
A deluxe figure comes into view: a massive, wavy, champagne-pink wig that strikes around the club with every step, making it easy to distinguish the person. Bold, excessive makeup, and just uniquely her.
Sugar is wearing a blood-red dress with a black corset on top of it that makes her waist snatched; half of her breasts are out of the sweetheart neckline, showing the foreign words tattooed by him on her clavicle. 'عيوني فوق.'—Translating to 'Eyes up here.'—as tempting as ever. A black fur coat is fitted into the whole mix, plastered halfway on her shoulder and halfway on her waist. Along with Christian Louboutin heels that added a few inches to her already tall form.
Jeongguk lifts himself off the comfy leather couch and plants a kiss on her cheek. The kiss leaves a candied taste on his lips; she really lives up to her name. Sugar Sweet.
"I'm the one who's called Sugar here, but you're the one that sweet-talks your way out." She declares as she squishes his cheeks, careful with her long nails near his eyes.
Jeongguk swats her hand softly. "What can i say, i was born this charming." His focus shifts as a blasting shriek resounds across the vasty club, turning a few sober heads towards the noise, and he's among them.
A group of people are gathered around the spherical table, and soon enough, they start clapping in sync while singing Happy Birthday.
"Oh. It's someone's birthday." Sugar sing-songs. She turns on her heels and heads to the virtuous table.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Always the socializer.
He listened some more as a hot waiter served him and the rest their regular and winked at him before excusing himself. Alas, he's not Jeongguk's type, or he would have invited him to a quick blowjob in the restroom.
A voice exclaims. "Make a wish!"
A second later, the clapping grows louder and the shouts rise. Annoying.
"Come on, let's go dance, birthday boy!" The same person from earlier speaks again to someone—the man of the hour, he verifies, who is still concealed from his line of sight.
The ceiling light drops on blonde hair that just surfaced all of a sudden, getting it to shine like a ray of sunshine; it almost looks close to a halo.
And sweet god in heaven.
Has his drink been laced? Why is there a fucking angel in front of him?!
Golden-blonde hair that goes beyond the nape, its layers dropping on his naked shoulders, with the gilt bangs gently framing his soft yet sharp features. The gods have undoubtedly kissed his small face with much love. A cute little button nose. Monolid, brown eyes that now resemble crescents as the blond smiles. Plump and pink lips stretching widely, showing those pearly teeth of his.
Tracking his eyes slowly down, Jungkook almost chokes on his saliva. The angel is wearing a white, lace Bardot crop top so tight that it clings to his ridiculously small waist like crazy, flashing his sensual collarbone to the whole lot. However, what truly made Jungkook's blood circulation increase was the twinkling that was coming off the center of the blond's naked middle—is that a fucking navel piercing?!
A dangling butterfly-like navel piercing decorates his belly button. Inches above the ultra-low-rise leather pants that put his V-line and the thickness of his thighs on display. Heeled Chelsea boots click-clacking on the polished floor.
And that angel just walked past him with an arm placed on the black-haired man beside him—the same one from before.
"—guk!"
Blinking himself out of whatever that was, Jeongguk clears his throat before throwing a glance on his left side, where one of his friends sits and is already looking at him.
"You drunk already?" He quips.
Jeongguk finishes his drink in one go, then grunts. "Shut up." His voice sounds strange to his own ears.
He is just horny. Yep, that's all.
The deafening music that was playing quietens, and the DJ announces through the mic.
"The next song is dedicated to our beautiful birthday boy here. Happy birthday, Jimin!"
The first notes of the song start playing. I'm a Slave 4 U.
The crowd roars in approval, and everyone starts dancing while chanting the lyrics altogether.
But flapping golden locks draw his attention once again, and lord, what a fucking view. He seized sight of hips moving to the beat before a goddamn couple appeared and entirely blocked his vision of that one alluring figure.
He's decided on which catch he will be bringing home tonight.
Standing up and totally ignoring the calls of his name from behind him, he walks with one purpose in mind. Many people try to stop him, either to dance with him or just to grind on him, but he's not having any of this. He only wants one thing tonight. And it's not them.
After what felt like forever, he halts his movements as he's fronting the angel's—Jimin's—back.
Even his name is beautiful, shit.
He seems not to have noticed the presence of Jeongguk behind him yet, rounding his hips with the grace of a fucking professional (of what exactly, he doesn't know.)
Jeongguk drops his palms casually on each side of those sinful hips, and something warm travels through his whole body at this simple touch between them. Fuck, he could easily get hard from this alone, but he calms himself. The night is still young.
The height difference isn't that big, but Jeongguk still towers over the other, even though the person is wearing heels.
Jeongguk wasn't prepared for what happened next.
The angel—Jimin—twirls delicately in his arms, leading their faces to be a couple of inches apart. If Jeongguk inclined his head just a bit, he would be able to kiss those juicy, inviting lips.
Silly him, if he thought that Jimin looked gorgeous before, it's something utterly different from this close.
Having those chocolate-colored eyes focused on him, looking at his own as if their souls were exchanging millions of words without either of them actually speaking. Dribbles of sweat could be seen on the small exposed part of his forehead. A sultry smile makes its way onto the shorter's face, lighting the said face even more if that's even possible.
Pink lips are moving, but nothing is heard from all the noise surrounding them. So with a last shake of a head out of the blond, he drags the right side of his face against Jeongguk's cheek, and something soft nudges his ear before it starts shifting.
"I'm Jimin." The angel says with such a smooth yet erotic voice. His small, manicured hands feel like fire as they fondle their way from his biceps to his neck.
Jeongguk swallows before responding, his throat dry all of a sudden. "The beautiful birthday boy, i caught on to that," He gives the blond's hips a squeeze afore slowly upsurging his large hands to the tiny waist and gently pressing Jimin so their chests are allied with one another. "I'm Jeongguk."
He hears the other hum in a recognition—a sound that's close to a fucking moan, causing Jeongguk to tighten his grip on Jimin.
A chuckle escapes from the blond, and god, it sounds so heavenly.
Jimin whispers against his ear. "No birthday gift for me?" A pout clear as day could be heard from his tone alone, but the blond backs his head to look up at him with a real fucking pout. Jutting his fat, glossy lips even more, as if they needed any more presenting.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Trailing a single hand up, making a show of flicking the dangling accessory as he went upwards, stopping when he reached the blond's jaw. Jeongguk cups his jaw gingerly while positioning his thumb on Jimin's pillowy lower lip.
Jeongguk senses how Jimin's breath has hitched, so he grins. "I will give you the best fucking birthday gift you will ever have." Digging his short thumbnail into the lip, dragging it down, and watching as it jostles back when he releases it. "C'mon, baby. Tell me what you want."
With the rest of his hand still against the blond's throat, the sensation of Jimin gulping beneath the end of his palm sends a tingle straight to his groin. He's never felt like this before.
He dips his head; this time it's his turn to whisper against Jimin's ear, and if he breathed the golden strands there, then it's no one's business but his. "How about i give it to you in my place, huh?"
Not yet done with breathing the sweet, flowery scent of Jimin, he fully buries his nose in the crook of his slim neck. And while doing that, he is met with a frenetic nodding beside his face.
The birthday boy is cute.
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Jeongguk closes the front door of his apartment behind them with his clad foot, not wanting to break off the most mind-blowing kiss he's ever had in his life right away.
Whimpers and the sounds of their tongues slurping and sucking each other fill the quiet place. Jeongguk traces the other's moist lower lip with his tongue before lapping both his lips around it and sucking harshly on it.
A loud whine comes from the blond, who tightens his grip on Jeongguk's neck as he copies him and does the same thing to his lip.
Can't take it anymore, Jeongguk glides his veiny hands down Jimin's body—passing the swell of his meaty ass that's trapped in the tight leather and giving a firm slap to it, leading to another whine out of the blond's mouth, which quickly has Jeongguk swallowing it.
Jeongguk carries on and places his hands on those thick thighs that soon will be wrapped around his neck. He pulls away, looking down at Jimin as he tries to reconnect their lips once more, and the sight is really not fair.
Swollen, red lips babbling incoherent words and what seems to be a series of Nos and Pleases. Eyes clouded with ecstasy and soft, pink cheeks are on display. His blonde bangs are slightly sticking to his forehead.
God, he already looks this ruined; imagine what he would look like after—
No need to imagine. He will see it with his own eyes soon enough.
Pressing a light kiss on the blond's damp forehead, Jeongguk mumbles with a rough voice. "Jump."
Before Jimin could register what the other meant, his feet were no longer touching the floor. He shrieks as he wraps his legs over Jeongguk's waist.
"Good boy." Jeongguk breathes before nipping Jimin's bare neck, leaving marks as if there was no tomorrow. He walks while carrying the blonde as if he weighs nothing, unveiling how his arms' muscles work in the process.
Jimin arches his back in Jeongguk's hold at those words. And of course, the taller notices. He notices as he also notices how Jimin keeps on shifting and grinding on his abs with his crotch, seeking any friction from him.
"The birthday boy loves hearing how good he is, huh?" Jeongguk teases.
They make their way to Jeongguk's bedroom with Jimin still being in his arms.
"Let's see how good you are for me." He says as he lowers them both onto the covers of his king-size bed.
With his legs still placed around the other man, Jimin, jutting his reddened lips forward, asks with a small, shaky voice. "Kiss?"
As if he could ever refuse that face a thing.
Jeongguk flattens his lips over Jimin's—he kisses the blond heatedly, getting his tongue to swipe over each tooth, then massaging their tongues together. None of them care about the drool that's seeping out from between their hungry lips and on Jimin's chin.
Every now and then, Jeongguk pulls away a little to just see Jimin chasing his lips with tears in his eyes.
"Hey, Jimin," Jeongguk calls. "Baby, look at me." He calls out again when the blond has seemed to be engrossed in meeting his lips with another kiss.
With an adorable furrow between his eyebrows, he makes a sound close to a hum but ends up being a mewl.
Jeongguk snickers at how cute the other is and pecks his lush lips once more. "Want me to spit in your pretty mouth?"
An expression appears on Jimin's face, and right as Jeongguk was about to take what he said back, Jimin opens his mouth wide for the other—his whole body shakes in anticipation under Jeongguk's larger form.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He almost fucking came from this alone.
Jeongguk takes the blond's jaw in his hand and makes sure that Jimin's mouth stays open by pressing his fingers into his cheeks, keeping his mouth open.
And he spits.
He fucking spits out what was collecting in his mouth just from the idea of fucking Jimin senseless.
Jeongguk closes Jimin's mouth and doesn't let go till he sees him swallow.
The whole scene leads his cock to throb as it crowds his jeans—a wet patch has already formed there—so Jeongguk gets off the bed and shushes Jimin softly when he starts grumbling before taking the hem of his tank top and yanking it over his head.
And Jimin falls silent, soaking in what's right in front of him: well-built muscles that fulgid with sweat under the single light he managed to turn on on his way here earlier. A sleeve tattoo on his bulky arm alongside another tattoo that begins from his shoulder blade and crosses his collarbone down to his chest.
His bulge is very much evident through his jeans, revealing how big he is. Jimin can't look away even if he tried.
"You can touch me." Jeongguk rasps with a shattering breath. "Come on, touch me, baby."
Jimin expands his arm forward as he pulls himself off the mattress by his elbow. A mere second later, the blond rakes his trembling hand across the other's strong chest, plunging his neat nail into Jeongguk's brown nipple as he passes it.
Jeongguk hisses in pleasure just as he closes his eyes, and when he opens it, he's met with a cheeky grin from Jimin. That little shit.
The blond's hand kept dropping down, grazing Jeongguk's abs faintly with his fingertips, and stopped when he reached his happy trail.
Jimin looks up from underneath his long lashes, and whatever expression that Jeongguk has on his face seems to have satisfied the little guy, as he cups the other's erection through his jeans.
"Ah—" Jeongguk, not expecting the sudden contact on his hard, draped cock, cusses under his breath. "Fuck."
Jeongguk keeps watching as Jimin unzips his jeans—after he, god knows when, undid the button—and drags them down till they reach Jeongguk's bent knee that he settled on the edge of the bed when he got closer for the blond to touch him a second ago.
"Off," Jimin breathed. His hands' movements are hysterical as he tries to get rid of the piece of clothing himself, never mind the obstacle that is Jeongguk's knee.
Jeongguk catches both of his wrists in one hand and grasps his jaw with the other.
His mouth is curved in an arrogant smile before he says. "How about asking more nicely?" He traces Jimin's lower lip with his thumb. "You would sound so perfect begging for me."
A loud whine comes out of the blond, and Jeongguk believes he is about to hear some protests, however...
"P...please." Jimin wavers at his first try; it's clear that he's not used to begging for what he wants. Nonetheless, there he is, begging for Jeongguk's cock.
"I can't hear you, baby." Jeongguk teases while pecking his nose. "Again."
More boldly now, Jimin voices loud and clear in the empty room. "Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please take off your pants so i can suck your cock." He begs again, and there are tears in his eyes from how turned on the blond is.
"There you go." Jeongguk praises as he pecks Jimin's raw lips.
Releasing Jimin, Jeongguk peels off the rest of the jeans off him and throws them next to the leg of the bed. Grinning at how excited Jimin looks by seeing Jeongguk's hard-on more vividly now.
"Come on," Jeongguk inches closer to the man who's kneeling on the edge of the bed now, stilling when his crotch is right in front of Jimin. "Suck."
Jimin doesn't waste any time stripping the other of the last bit of cloth, freeing the throbbing, thick length of Jeongguk's cock as it hits his navel, wetting some of the trimmed hair that starts from a bit below his bellybutton to the base of his cock.
The blond nuzzles the dark, wavy hair there, burying his nose and taking a deep breath of Jeongguk's musky scent, moaning as he does so.
"Fuck." Jeongguk chokes out at the sight down in front of him. His fingers find Jimin's blonde locks, and he starts caressing them.
Jimin wraps one hand at the base of Jeongguk's dick, and he gives the fat head a brief kiss before sucking on it.
Jeongguk inhales sharply as his hold tightens around the shorter's strands, pulling them harshly but loosening his grip when he hears Jimin's sudden, muffled cry.
"Shush. Sorry, baby." He voices genuinely and pursues his caresses as a way to encourage the blond to continue.
Jimin does exactly that; he pulls off the red cockhead and drags his tongue down the shaft, tracing the apparent, pulsing vein there. He repeats the same act more than once, going up then down again, and Jeongguk swears he might actually lose it and start fucking the blond's mouth if Jimin doesn't start sucking right now.
And as though his prayers were heard, Jimin takes half of his length in his mouth in one go like a champ. He also pays attention to Jeongguk's neglected balls as he gently massages them while gulping up half the other's cock.
Hollowing his cheeks, Jimin presses his tongue on the slit, and Jeongguk can feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling.
His cock is engulfed with the wet heat of Jimin's mouth when the blond sinks deeper, leading the cockhead to hit the back of his throat.
"God, doing such a good, ah—fucking job." He groans as he brushes the hair out of Jimin's lewd yet angelic face.
Jimin makes eye contact with him as he swallows more of him, challenging his gag reflex; his eyes are watery, and he strokes what he can't fit in his full mouth with his hands—his fingers aren't able to entirely close around the shaft.
There is saliva running down the blonde's chin down to his throat, where the shape of Jeongguk's cock has been established. Dribbling on his exposed sternum and disappearing abaft the fabric. That won't do.
Jeongguk palms Jimin's cheeks, and the blond pulls off quizzically, sitting back on his haunches.
"Clothes. Off." He breathed. Not able to actually form a sentence.
It takes less than a minute for Jimin to match the other in his nude state. Not forgetting to put on a show for the pair of eyes that are following his every move. He starts with his top layer, removing it effortlessly and tossing the fabric aside, trailing down with his fingers, brushing his nipple as he bites his red lip.
Jeongguk swears as a drop of precum oozes from his slit, eyeing Jimin as if he were a whole goddamn feast, and he was a very famished animal.
Jimin unfastens his pants, taking them off, and what meets Jeongguk makes him lose his sanity and jump at the blond, trapping him between him and the sheets.
G-string.
Jimin is wearing a G-string.
A pink, lacy G-string with a damp spot at the front. The panty is so tight that it could be considered a second skin for the blond.
"Fuck, you're killing me." Jeongguk growls in Jimin's ear before nipping his lobe, letting his large hands have the pleasure of touching, squeezing, and pinching the bare flesh under him.
"I won't let you die before fucking me." Jimin says before smooching Jeongguk's cheek.
Jeongguk nods, then sits back; he plants a kiss on the blond's left knee just as he proceeds to separate those thick, milky thighs. He leaves wet kisses all over Jimin's inner thighs—not leaving an inch while paying attention to every squirm that the shorter enacts with each touch.
He bites softly on the meaty thighs, leaving behind teeth marks alongside the red ones he's made. As he finally comes face-to-face with the blond's crotch, the fabric there is completely drenched in precum.
"Aww," Jeongguk emphasizes as he strokes the top of the panty. "Look at this mess." He peers up at Jimin and finds him covering his face with both his hands.
Jeongguk tsks, and with his free hand, he unveils the blond's face, as he's being encountered with Jimin's scarlet face—he is blushing hard. Cute.
"Don't hide this pretty face from me." Jeongguk demanded softly, just before he dropped his head and sucked on Jimin's cockhead through the wet barrier.
Jimin lets out a loud sob at the unexpected rush of feelings, hands flying to grasp the pillow under his head.
Jeongguk continues to suckle the excess pre-cum out from the soaked clothing. Tasting Jimin in the process—a bit salty yet sweet, and it's just right.
He pulls the front of the panty aside, watching as Jimin's dick twitches when the cold air hits it. Jeongguk really should have known that even the blond's dick would be as cute as him.
Jeongguk mouths at the dusty pink cockhead as his thumb teases the smooth skin of the perineum and presses on it.
"Ah—" Jimin cries, with his thighs clasping around the other's head. His whole body jolts at the sensation of Jeongguk nudging his sweet spot there.
Jeongguk repeats what he did one more time before taking him full in one go. The blond isn't exactly big, making it easy for him to swallow the whole thing without enabling his gag reflex.
His finger is still pressing the area from before till it plunges into Jimin's entrance.
To his surprise, it's wet and feels well stretched under his fingertip. So he looks up at the blond with a question written all over his face.
A breathy chuckle rings the room; Jimin lays one hand on Jeongguk's mop of sweaty hair and fondles its dark strands. "I was looking forward to my birthday gift tonight." He smiles lazily. "I made your job easier, so you're welcome."
Jeongguk pulls away and pushes two of his long fingers inside the blond with no warning, causing him to throw his head back with a silent scream. "You wouldn't mind this then." He remarks cockily before going down again on the other.
Lips parted around Jimin's length, Jeongguk keeps fucking him with his fingers, opening him up and scissoring them inside of him while listening to his moans like they were music to his ears.
He adds another finger—Jimin really made it easier for him—and the noises from Jimin got louder, but the blond chokes on his spit when Jeongguk hits his prostate with his fingers while searching for it.
Jimin, with his hand still on the other's hair, tugs so hard on it. Arching his back as more precum shoots slowly from his slit.
Backing up, Jeongguk mumbles, almost to himself. "No need to waste any more time. You're ready for me. Gonna fuck you so hard. My angel."
He reaches for the nightstand drawer beside the bed and takes out a condom and a bottle of lube that's half empty. Uncapping the bottle in a hurry and pouring more than enough of its content onto his hand, Jeongguk smears it all over his cock, from the top to the base.
He then spreads Jimin's legs even further to palm his hole with the rest, dousing his whole lower half and even the sheets under him, and as he is doing so, his palm remains making contact with the blonde's soaked hole, composing such filthy, wanton sounds in the tiny space.
Jeongguk looks up to see Jimin pinching and playing with his nipples, tears filling his eyes, making them shine bright, coupled up with the flush that covers him from head to toe.
"My baby wants some attention on his pretty tits, is that it?" Jeongguk speaks with patronizing pity.
He's met with an embarrassed purr and hands stopping from pleasuring those perky, delicious buds. So Jeongguk shows his disapproval of that.
"I wasn't shaming you, angel. I would fucking never." He blurts truthfully, then with his lubed fingers, he coats Jimin's nipples as he circles the areola, not putting pressure, yet his touch is felt by Jimin, with him taking a deep, shuddering breath.
Jeongguk's eyes never leaving the blond's face, not wanting to miss a single expression. He slowly rubs the nips with his thumb pads, then switches the pace to quick when he senses Jimin getting used to it. Grabbing one bud between his fingers and then tugging it upwards slightly, the whines this move has caused are going straight to Jeongguk's rigid cock.
"So hot. So pretty. So perfect." Jeongguk growls as he slides one hand across the Nevermind tattoo while keeping the other hand occupied with Jimin's right nipple that became red and puffy from all the stimulation.
Jimin releases his lip, where he has been biting on it for the past few seconds, and a sob gets out once he does that. His hair is completely bonded with his forehead and temples; his eyes, looking lost, are trying to find the other in front of him, with tears running over his pink cheeks.
"Hushh, don't cry." Jeongguk ascends his upper body from between Jimin's thighs and starts to shower him with kisses all over his face. "I will do anything you want, just tell me. What do you want, angel?"
Jimin takes a while to actually grasp what he's being asked; he answers with a shaky yet firm voice. "Please fuck me."
Jeongguk doesn't drag it this time, and with one final kiss on the blond's juicy lips, he retreats to his previous position. He first grabs one of his pillows and plops it under Jimin's hips, following him putting the condom on himself and lining his hard cock over the quivering hole.
"Okay?" He asks the blond, who responds to him with an eager nod while locking his eyes on what's between them.
Jeongguk slowly starts sinking down inch by inch, watching Jimin's expression for any sign of discomfort, and he finds none—only pure desire. He gapes at seeing how the other's hole takes him so well, like he was really made for taking Jeongguk's cock and his cock only.
Carefully, he works Jimin open till he bottoms out entirely inside of the birthday boy.
"Fuck, Jimin." He groans as he presses down on the blond's lower abdomen, feeling his thick girth through the clammy skin.
He stills for a minute to allow Jimin to adjust the heavy weight inside of him. Jeongguk draws his attention to Jimin's face once again; his head is thrown back just like before, one hand clinging for dear life to the pillow below his hips and the other hand digging at his bare thigh with his nails.
Jeongguk tsks and gently brings his unoccupied hand—as the other one sits steadily on Jimin's lower belly—to stop him from hurting himself by joining their hands together.
Jimin lets out a series of "Ah's" as the tears escape from his hazy eyes, and Jeongguk keeps calming him and shushing him softly while kissing every digit of the blonde's fingers in their entwined grips.
"It's okay, you're doing so good," A kiss on his pinky tip.
"Taking me so fucking well," A kiss on his ring fingertip.
"Such a perfect birthday boy i've got here." A kiss on his middle fingertip.
"My baby is doing such a great job for his hyung, huh?" A kiss on his index fingertip.
This sentence seemed to get Jimin out of whatever state he was in, so after swallowing the drool in his mouth, and with him still shaking, the blond questions in a quiet voice. "H..hyung?"
That single word almost made him salivate; coming from the naked angel on his bed while being balls deep inside his tight hole isn't helping either.
He clears his throat. "Well, you don't have to call me that, of course." He shifts his body, his lower body moving forward a little, and he lets himself enjoy the whine that the other has made. "Just...forget about it, it's okay—"
"Hyung." Jimin sounds like he was tasting the word first, then with a much deeper crimson coloring him from the head to the center of his chest, he says it again. "Hyung."
Jeongguk just better start praying right now because he's not surviving this. And by this, he means Jimin.
"Say it again, huh. Come on, baby." Jeongguk croaks, nearly begging him so.
Jimin rakes his eyes over Jeongguk, stopping a second at the connected part of them, then up again to meet the other's desperate look.
"Please, hyung, fuck me." Jimin rolls his hips up and down, his breath fastening. "Fuck me, hyung, please, please, please—Aah," He yeeps when Jeongguk jerks his body, jackhammering the blond's sweet spot dead on.
Holding each side of the small of his waist, Jeongguk keeps slamming his hips into Jimin. Hair disheveled and sweat-soaked, hunger never leaving his eyes as they drift over the blond's body and his adorable, leaping cock.
Jimin, with his eyes closed in bliss, moans so loudly from how hard and fast the other is moving in and out of him. He then hooks his leg around Jeongguk's waist when the other plays with his belly ring.
Jeongguk's hand goes down to flick Jimin's cock, leading the blond to cry out loud. "What a useless cock." He taunts as he fists Jimin's cock and starts stroking it. "Yet as cute."
Jimin holds Jeongguk's moving wrist. "D-don't. I'm gonna come." He spits, warning the smirking man who just continues to snap his dick into Jimin's gaping hole while speeding his hand movement and twisting his trapped wrist in a way that made the blond arch—body welcoming the first signs of his release.
But Jeongguk stills at once.
Jimin whines and starts pleading for him to keep going as his already tear-stained cheeks are getting coated by a fresh layer of hot tears. "No. No, uh, please. Make me come, please. I wanna cum." He begs and begs the other, who only responds by giving him a lopsided grin at his endearing state.
"You will cum when i allow you to, got it?" Jeongguk states. Not giving the other a chance to protest, he pounds his cock into Jimin, yearning to chase over the warmth of his insides to swallow him whole. He creates an intense, merciless rhythm of stuffing him to the brim and withdrawing so only his tip would kiss Jimin's pit, squeezing the base of the blond's shaft to make his orgasm unreachable.
Jimin rolls his eyes at being denied his sweet release, and he's fully on sobbing now—dissolving into the pleasure of being fucked. His cock keeps spurting precum in the air, yet being held by the other whose knees are drilling against the mattress.
Both of Jimin's legs are hugging Jeongguk's middle as he keeps massaging his inner walls, with one hand grasping the bed's headboard and Jeongguk's wrist with the other hand.
"What a fucking incredible cunt you have." Jeungguk huffs while watching his cock disappear into Jimin's warm body. "So hot, baby." He pinches the blond's inner thigh with the hand that isn't busy agonizing Jimin's dick, snickering ravingly when the shaky hand that has been grabbing him tightens its grip.
A couple of seconds pass before Jeongguk decides to have mercy on the poor angel in front of him, who keeps letting out the most lascivious sounds he's ever heard in his life, moaning then blubbering, cockhead getting so red. "Baby, look at me," Jeongguk voices.
Seeing how Jimin isn't hearing him at all, he presses the bulge that his cock created in the blond's belly, making Jimin, again, jerk to stop him by his wrist. "I said, look at me, angel." He halts his thrusts.
This time, Jimin listens, but not without gasping for air first from how hard he's been crying over how good Jeongguk is making him feel. After he was sure that Jimin's eyes were on him, Jeongguk spoke. "I will make you a deal, okay, pretty?"
Jimin nods right away weakly. Jeongguk, with his fist still around Jimin's cock base, moves his free right hand to graze over his already swollen nipple. "I will let you cum on my cock, but first you have to show me something."
The blond whimpers from the sensitivity of his chest, still nodding in agreement at whatever the other is asking for—he would do anything if it meant he could cum right here and now.
Jeongguk beamed mischievously, and something about that made Jimin's stomach upturn—for reasons other than the dick that's laid in him—but the other beat him to it and lay it all out.
"Have you ever had a dry orgasm?" Jeongguk questions with an expression that made Jimin's cock twitch and spouts more precum.
From the birthday boy's face, he seems to get what the man's request is going to be, so he grumbles refusals while trying to remove Jeongguk's hand off his cock. However, Jeongguk cups one side of Jimin's wet face to make him look at him, his hand never leaving the blonde's red rock.
"Hey, hey, i won't force you or anything. Never." Jeongguk calms him down. "I just wanted to pleasure you in different ways as a birthday gift." He then pecks Jimin's lips. "I won't do it, okay? Take it easy, baby. I'm sorry."
Jeongguk was about to draw away his hand, but the blond stopped him immediately; as he looked up in confusion, it became clear why Jimin held him back. He wants Jeongguk to carry on.
Blushing so hard that he might be mistaken for a cherry tomato, he secures the other man's hold on his cock before gulping down his nerves to whisper his next words. "Do it."
"Do what?" Jeongguk needed to hear it.
Jimin, with his chest rising and falling, complies. "Make me cum dry. Please." Adding the last word as he learned earlier.
"Are you sure, baby? I don't want you to force yourself to—" Jeungguk gets interrupted by the shorter.
"Hyung." Jimin calls out, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly at the face Jeungguk is making upon hearing the desired term. "Hyung, i want to. Nobody can force me to do anything, so relax and just make me cum already."
Jeungguk goes straight to business, flipping Jimin over so he's on all fours and his fat ass is right in front of his face. Yet, what made his mind glitch was the artwork on the blond's back. A goddamn back tattoo of the moon phases.
As a tattoo artist himself, Jeongguk wasn't a stranger to moon tattoos; hell, he's done it to hundreds of people. Yet, he has never seen a more suitable individual who perfected the beauty of the moon cycles. Jimin did it so well.
Not feeling any action happening behind him, Jimin voices. "Hyung?" And he's answered with a smack on his bottom that resulted in creating a show for the pair of eyes that were following its jouncing.
"God. You are making me insane, Jimin. Fuck," Jeungguk says while palming both cheeks and giving each one a sloppy kiss, along with biting one side gently. "I want to fill you up so fucking bad. Christ, you're an angel, Jimin." Another slap is placed as he spoke.
He then separates the soft cheeks to lay eyes on the sprawled hole, forthwith sticking his tongue inside, tasting lube and the traces of his strawberry-flavored condom, and something different that he'd gladly become an addict for.
Jimin wiggles his lower half just so it would make the other go deeper. He is gasping while pushing his head further into the bed, body trembling as the urge to cum comes back.
Jimin shuts up instantly, and his eyes meet the back of his head when Jeongguk ruts back into Jimin. Fist returning around his shaft too. Jeongguk drags his palm over the blond's spine where the tattoo is inked—the skin beneath his touch is so hot.
JJeongguk continues fucking him; the sound of smacking flesh and shuttering moans could be heard from miles away. He might have to write an apology note for his neighbors, but to hell with them at the moment.
Jeungguk tastes blood from how hard he's biting his tongue, only caring to hear the blond's noise echoing through the room. Jimin's body starts jerking in a way that tells him he's very close.
"My baby is ready to cum, huh." It comes as a statement more than a question; the blond still nods frenetically while clutching the sheets tightly, causing Jeongguk to snort.
"Uhm, cumming-ah." Jimin cries, pushing back against the other's strong thrusts.
Jeongguk draws tight his grip on Jimin's base, his ruthless pace never slowing down. "Let me feel it. Show me how much of a slut you are, baby."
The word's effect on Jimin is undeniable when Jimin fully begins squirming. Arching his back and unknowingly paving the way for Jeongguk to go even deeper, Jimin sobbed straight into the pillow at the feeling of his prostate getting pounded nonstop while being unable to actually cum. Ultimately, he came dry just as the man asked him to.
"Yes, yes, fuck—" Jeongguk hisses raggedly, not once slowing down.
Jimin keeps shaking and crying while still getting slammed from behind. He calms down a little as Jeongguk halts, legs not having the strength to hold his body up anymore, slide across the bed.
But a large pair of hands grabs his waist and turns him so he's slumping on his back comfortably. Jeongguk is still taking space between Jimin's parted legs, watching with interest how the blon's cock spasms along with the rest of his body.
With still a throbbing, hard cock inside of him, Jimin huffs. "Th...that was—"
"Hot, i know." Jeongguk finishes while smiling; as he does that, he thrusts forward once, testing the aftershocks.
Jimin, as quick as a cat, holds the other by the area below his navel, fingers clinching over the wet hair there. "W-wait—what are you doing?" He asks dreadfully, already knowing the answer to that, if Jeongguk's engorged, twitching dick inside of him was anything to go by.
"Well, you can't possibly have thought we were finished here, right?" Jeongguk retorts, giving a half-smile to the shaking, sinful-looking blond underneath him. Also, giving him another thrust, stronger than the one before it.
"No—ah, i just came!" Jimin shrieks, again trying to still the other. "Please, hyung. I can't—" Tears filling his eyes at the simplest brush over his sweet spot.
Jeongguk laughs, leading his cockhead to fully pierce Jimin's prostate; the blond cries out at that. "Calling me 'hyung' won't help your case, baby."
He rolls his hip in a circle as he slides both hands up and down Jimin's thick thighs. "I still haven't filled you up, angel. I was really looking up for it while watching you being so cute as you came dry."
With a choked whimper, Jimin eyes Jeongguk through his fat tears. "But, ah, i..i can't. Too much." He tries to reason. "I can make you cum with my mouth," Suggesting hopefully.
"As tempting as the offer is, i want to cum in you, pretty." Jeongguk thumbs the blond's tears away before putting a kiss on his trembling lips. "However, if you truly can't, then fine. Anything for my birthday boy."
Jeongguk promises, not getting any objections as he hoped, he sighs while pulling out.
The meaty thighs around his hips have been a dead weight till now, trapping him fast, refusing any kind of movement from him.
"Need something, baby?" Jeongguk teases Jimin, who's throwing daggers at him with his eyes while flushing all over. He knows Jeongguk knows why he's stopped him.
"You can cum in me..." Jimin whispers before adding, "It just that... it's gonna hurt." He pouts, staring at his hand that is still placed on Jeongguk while admitting his fear, probably ashamed of appearing like a child with his complaint.
"I know, i know, but it will get easier, and you will enjoy it, huh?" Jeongguk, never making fun of the other's concern, kisses him while calming his worries. "If you couldn't handle it later, just say 'red' and i will stop right away. I would never hurt you, angel. I promise." Sucking those plump lips into his mouth like he was sealing a vow.
Jeongguk doesn't know what he's saying or doing. He just met the boy not even a couple of hours ago, but he would still cut his hands off if he ever brought harm upon Jimin. That goes unsaid to everyone else. He can't explain how much the blond is affecting him, making him say and do stuff he usually runs from it. Jeongguk is just drawn to how good Jimin feels, that's it. God, please, let that be it.
Jimin just stares at Jeongguk; something flashes across his beautiful eyes that makes him frown, but bobbing his head in appreciation nonetheless.
"Good boy. My baby is being so good right now." He pecks Jimin's button nose before he begins rocking his hips into Jimin.
They are chest-to-chest, and Jeongguk presses his face into the blonde's neck, inhaling his majestic, sweet scent. Even while sweating, he still smells heavenly. Jimin is indeed an angel.
Jimin wraps his arm around Jeongguk, scratching his back and leaving red marks behind as he takes what the other man gives him. He whines from oversensitivity but finds solace in biting through the skin of Jeongguk's neck.
"Feels so good, fuck. Fuck—" Jeongguk is lost at the feeling of reaching his peak and finally spilling what he got in Jimin. Muscles aching, grunts increasing, suddenly, his breath hitches, balls tighten, and the condom is being stuffed with white ropes of cum.
His arms snagging Jimin's head gently with his face still compressed in the other's neck.
Jeongguk hasn't noticed that he pulled another orgasm from the blond, making him cum for the second time tonight and painting both their stomaches with his sweet release.
He is yet to stop, moving slowly inside the other, only when Jimin starts pushing him away by his shoulders as he sobs and repeats hoarsely. "Stop. Stop. Too Much. Stop." He brings it all to an end.
Jeongguk thus far lies on top of Jimin with all his weight, bodies boneless and sticky with sweat and cum.
He doesn't want to get up; he wants to be stuck in the moment forever. Just him and Jimin, together, being a naked mess of limbs. However, a small hand strokes his wet hair, which must be gross in any other case, but he couldn't care less because that same small hand has crept down his arm and begun urging him to move.
He forces himself to pull away, ogling at Jimin bemusedly. Jimin just glances at him before uttering. "Umm, it's just—" However, he cuts himself off when his body shivers abruptly.
Jimin covers his upper body with his arms and closes his legs, hiding his soft dick, but Jeongguk doesn't know from what exactly. "What's wrong? Did i hurt you?" He asks frantically. God, no, please.
"No, no. You were great." Jimin assures him, even so, he curls into himself further. "It's just that...it's freezing here." His face is scowling; obviously, he wasn't expecting this significant change in temperature right after the godly warmth he was just soaked in.
Freezing? Jeongguk doesn't feel anything—oh shit. Jeongguk totally forgot all about this matter. Jimin consumed his mind fully that nothing else mattered to him.
Despite everything, his little plan was still working; Jimin is getting up and eyeing the floor for his clothes. Quick on his feet, Jeongguk tries convincing the blond to stay.
"Hold on! I, uh, i could just turn off the AC and turn the heater on instead, yeah?" He proclaims, already halfway towards the AC switch placed on the wall beside the door.
Jimin brushes him off, though, saying. "No need, really. I would just get going."
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. How can he stop him from leaving??" Jeongguk deliberates internally. He knows that usually, he would be thrilled to see the person he brought back home head off without him actually voicing the words out. However, with this person, Jimin, he even hates the thought of himself causing the other man to leave.
How was he supposed to know that today of all days, he would meet such an angel that makes Jeongguk feel weird in his stomach and deep inside his chest.
Jimin already put his leather pants on, looking around for something with a grimace on his pretty, flushed face.
Jeongguk seeks again the persuasive act. "Let's take a shower at least. Make you some coffee or something."
Jimin pulls the dainty top over his head; his tousled hair settles down, with its few strands still glued to his shiny forehead. "Listen, man, no need for any of that, truly." Sounding more exasperated. "I wasn't planning on staying over anyways, so all good."
"Yeah, but—" Jeongguk opens his mouth to reason, never the one to listen.
"Jeongguk." Jimin calls out his name—Jeongguk is kind of disappointed that 'hyung' was dropped, but whatever—the blond looks bored and slightly vexed now. "Thank you for the sex, it was amazing. But again, i do have to go."
He blinks at the blond as he puts his shoes on; he might look like he was processing what Jimin has just said, but in reality, he was thinking of a way to stop him from leaving and just lay down cuddling in bed until the break of dawn.
Jimin stands up after he finishes wearing his boots. He then takes one look at Jeongguk before sighing and striding to the silent man. "Thank you for the birthday gift. It might be the best birthday gift i've ever had, if you know what i mean." The blond then smiles lazily, getting closer to kiss Jeongguk for the last time tonight.
Jeongguk might be many things, but an idiot isn't one of them; as so, he deepens the kiss to make it include both tongues and teeth. Arms wrap themselves around the blond's waist, getting a strangled moan out of Jimin before he pulls away.
Still chasing his lips, Jimin laughs at him dearly. "Good luck with that." He pecks one last time on Jeongguk's pouted lips before passing him out of the room.
At first, he doesn't get what Jimin meant, but feeling a part of his body pulsing, he looks down to see that he's hard again. Oh. So that's what he meant.
He turns at the sound of the door shutting; he wants to follow the blond man and ask him to stay once more, but he just can't walk out naked and hard. And something is telling him that Jimin won't appreciate another pathetic attempt from him, so he will just call him tomorrow.
.
.
Wait a second!
He didn't get Jimin's number!
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Jeongguk hasn't slept properly in days. Mind only preoccupied with thoughts of an angel with long, blonde hair.
He has asked his friends, but nobody knew who he was talking about. He also thought about going back to the club and asking the DJ directly; one of his friends, however, mentioned that he was close with the DJ, and the man said he only knew Jimin's name because some dude had told him it for the shout-out. And the DJ's answer was no when Jeongguk asked him if he knew who the dude was or how to reach him.
It was actually driving Jeongguk crazy. From the moment he wakes up until the moment he closes his eyes at night, there has only been one thing in his mind, and that's Jimin.
He tried letting it go at first, busying himself with designing new tattoos and making money. And when he tricked himself into thinking that he no longer cared about the pretty man, he found the goddamn G-string under his bed after he'd cleaned up his room two weeks later.
Just laying there, mocking him for not being able to find its owner. At least Jeongguk has an excuse to meet with the blonde man now—how, he's yet to know. And if Jeongguk jerked off to the dirty panties while reminiscing about the best fuck he'd ever had, then he would just keep this shit to himself.
It's been an entire month, and Jeongguk never stopped obsessing over Jimin. He doesn't fucking get it. How could anybody know nothing about him? It's like he vanished off the face of the earth. Sometimes, Jeongguk finds himself doubting if that night did ever happen to begin with and if the whole encounter was just an illusion. An illusion of a perfect man that could only exist in his dreams.
He even tried looking him up on social media, but the blonde’s first name wasn’t enough. A lot of people are named the same (nobody fits the name like his Jimin, though), and Jeongguk checked every single one of those accounts, wasting a whole day doing so.
However, one night, he got dragged by his friends to the same club, pestering him on how he had been keeping it to himself lately and only leaving his apartment to go to his shop, and even then, he would just lock himself inside his office, drawing stuff that he refuses to show them.
"Guys, i'm fine, really. I'm just busy with work." He tells them as he gets hauled into the club. He didn't have enough energy to put into styling his look today; he chose a plain white tank top underneath an open black flannel, along with torn, baggy jeans. Wearing also some of his daily jewelry, a necklace, and his full set of piercings.
"Bullshit! We barely even see you anymore, man." One friend says, making the rest join him in agreement.
"For real. It's been what? A month?" Another friend, Omar, debriefs, getting a nod in confirmation from someone before continuing. "A goddamn month since we last hung out. I remember even the birthday thingy that happened on that day."
At the mention of Jimin's birthday party, Jeongguk exhales. With every day that passes, the chances of finding his way to the man who had captivated him get slimmer and slimmer.
"Oh, do i hear the B-word? Whose birthday i've missed?" Sugar Sweet barges into the conversation, looking as gorgeous as usual. Her hair is now in a bubblegum blue shade and placed perfectly on both her shoulders. A bright pink, sparkly lower back dress showcases her curves, combined with a white fur shawl that's pinned into her dress to not fall over her shoulders. Looking at it, she was still fully committed to showing her makeup and jewels even on a slow day like today.
"Nobody." Jeongguk declares before kissing her cheek. "How are you doing, Sugar?"
"I'm beautiful and sweet as always. Now tell me, whose birthday are yall talking about?" Sugar pushes the topic back onto the table.
If there is something anyone should know about Sugar, it is that she always seeks the tea.
He takes his usual seat at their usual table. "I said nobody—"
"You remember that one birthday that took a place a month ago here? On that table." Omar points at the table across from them.
"Oh yes!" She chuckles while clapping her hands. "It was fun!"
God, Jeongguk can't do that sober, so he orders a glass of gin. Eyeing the place boredly, he catches a couple of people either winking at him or signaling him to come over, but he just ignores them. No one interests him anymore. Well, no one but one person who he can't even manage to find.
He was scrolling on his phone, mindlessly. He will just have one drink and then leave-
"Jimin is such a cutie! I knew i had to take him under my wings the moment i saw him—"
"What?" Jeongguk's thumb pauses, and lifts his head instantly. Jimin's name alone has that affect on him.
She just carries on. "—He's literally an angel! Yesterday, i invited him to one of the drag shows that i host, and when i tell you, that boy was flying out of joy—"
"Sugar!"
She stops and stares at him. "What? Can't you see me talking?" An unimpressed look on her face at being interrupted.
Jeongguk raises his hands. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry. But... what did you just say?" A demanding yet imploring expression washes over his face, where everyone can see it.
The table goes quiet; clearly they aren't used to Jeongguk acting like this. Eager and frantic.
Sugar's stare goes from indifferent to intrigued real quick. A teasing smile appears on her face. "You know i don't repeat my words, Ggukie."
"Come on, Sugar." Jeongguk shifts in his seat. "Did you just say Jimin?"
"Maybe," She curls a loose strand of her hair. "I know a lot of Jimins, honey."
"Can you stop skirting around and just answer me!" Jeongguk grows impatient.
"Oh that might be difficult, babes. You know how much i love wearing skirts. Especially the red ones—"
"Please, Sugar!" He begs. Not caring about the strange looks his friends are giving him.
She observes him for a whole minute before standing up. "Follow me."
And follow her, he does. His friends' questionings are tuned out in the background.
After relocating themselves to another table, far from the others, Sugar stops beating around the bush. "Why are you asking about Jimin?" A protective tone laced through her voice.
"Just curious." He deflects the question. "You invited him to your drag show, right? I just wanted to check whether, ah, whether he was an asshole or not. You know, friends protecting each other and all."
"Cut the bullshit, Ggukie. First, there ain't no way that boy is a homophobe, or anti-drag, or anything. Second, i can see through you like a glass of white wine, babes."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Jeongguk says quickly while eyeing everything but the woman sitting across from him.
"You really thought nobody saw you leaving with him that day? Honey, i have eyes and ears everywhere." Sugar signals the waiter to bring her a drink.
Jeongguk stays silent; he doesn't know what to say to make her give him Jimin's number or anything. However, something on his face helped him convey what he couldn't say to Sugar.
He hears a loud exhale so he looks up to find the drag queen on her phone.
"Gotta play Mother Teresa once again. God, women always have to step in and clean men's messes." Her nail tapping loudly on her phone screen.
"What are you doing?"
Not sparing him a glance, she dabs something on her screen, and Jeongguk's phone bleeps, indicating a message. Pulling it out, he sees Sugar's contact above a phone number she just sent him.
"Is that..."
"That's Jimin's number. If i hear that you mistreated him in any way, i will take off my pretty wig and smack the heck out of you with it. Make you spit hair for a whole month." Sugar threatens him, the seriousness of it clear on her face. "Am i clear?"
Jeongguk can't look away from the number, he nods anyway. After weeks of trying to get hold of the blond man who made Jeongguk like this: obsessed and acting like a lunatic. He finally has his number.
"Wait. Won't it weird him out if i just texted him out of the blue?" He prompted.
"Oh, 100%," Sugar answers. "That's why you aren't gonna text him yet."
"The fuck you mean by that? Why would you give me his number then?" Jeongguk drops his phone on the table carelessly. "Is that even his number, or, or are you just trolling me and shit?" Something about the only way to reach Jimin being a scam is making him so mad.
"Hey! Is that the thanks i get? It's been a whole month since you two saw each other. And i know for a fact he won't appreciate some cute weirdo texting him. Very much so when he didn't even give you his number himself! So just zip it and think." She huffs before taking a huge sip of her strawberry martini.
Okay. That makes sense. What is he even going to send? 'Hey, i'm the guy who fucked you in your birthday. Can we meet?' Nah. Too vulgar. 'What's up! I just wanted to tell you i have your underwear. Want it back?' Yeah, no. Jimin will surely get a restraint order against Jeongguk if he sent him that.
"I can see the misery on your face, babes. Relax, i'm here to help your ass to get your man." Her optimistic tone does actually calm him down a bit.
Something heavy sits on his chest at her words. Your man.
"Sugar, i'm scared." Jeongguk confesses. For the first time in his life, he feels this sort of way towards someone. Someone who might not even remember him.
"Of what?"
"I don't know. This is all new to me, you know." He rubs his face, keeping his hands there. "What if he didn't wanna anything to do with me? What if i was only good for one drunken night and that's it?"
Taking both his hands off his face gently and placing them on the wooden table beneath hers. He looks her straight in the eyes.
"Listen here, Jeongguk. I've known you now for about 8 years, and in all those years, you were nothing but a kind, playful, amazing human. Yes, you played around a lot. And yes, your method of getting laid was a bit nasty, like i told you a million times before. However, you're more than just a one-night stand or whatever." She keeps her eye contact to make him realize she isn't bluffing.
"Yeah, but what if—"
"Stop with the what-ifs. They won't get you anywhere. I've wondered many times myself if i was only good for one-night stands with guys who are too ashamed to actually date someone as fabulous as me. I was scared too. But believe me when i tell you this, no one can predict how they will meet their one."
"How do you even know if i am his one?" He scuffs emptily.
She just smiles. "I don't leak my friends' secrets, honey."
"Huh? How about that one time you aired to everyone that i hooked up with someone who refused to leave and then peed on me to ''mark his territory''?!"
"I did? I don't recall any of that." Sugar pokes her chin while doing not so good of a job at concealing her menacing smile.
"You ordered the DJ to play Animals about 10 times!!"
"She did what now?" A man approaches their table with a cigarette between his lips and a glass of whisky in hand.
"Shit." Sugar hisses before standing up and brushing invisible dust off her dress. "Nothing, mon amour. You know i don't leave the bar like you say."
"Oh. I didn't know we were at the bar right now." Jeongguk spits amused. Getting Sugar in trouble with her husband would make him feel a lot better in the moment.
The drag queen flips him off, looking back at her spouse and kissing his cheek. "Going now. Jeongguk wanted advice from the best woman he knows."
"Advice?" The man—Will—questions with a raised eyebrow.
"Erectile dysfunction." She whispers into Will's ear, loud enough for Jeongguk to hear.
"The fuck i did!" Jeongguk stands up, ready to defend his honor and excellent reputation.
Both laugh at Joengguk's cute reaction. "It's okay, man. Happens to the best of us." Will consoles with a twisted smile.
They are really a match made in fucking hell. Before he opened his mouth to throw another snark at them, Sugar spoke with a thoughtful tone.
"Remember what i told you, Gguki. I was in your shoes once. Look at me now." She declares happily.
Jeongguk observes what's in front of him. A different couple. A happy couple.
The heaviness on his chest eases a little.
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Sugar sent him an address the next day, along with a caption that said, "Screw this up and i will actually give you a broken dick." Ever so sweet.
Jeongguk looks up the address, and it's a studio where little kids are given dance lessons. When he read the name of its owner, he started punching the air in joy.
Golden Muse. Owner: Park Jimin.
This is it. His chance.
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Jeongguk spends a whole week coming up with logical excuses for when he goes and meets Jimin in his workplace. At one point, he got his head smacked by Sugar when he suggested adopting a kid for a day. "Are you shopping for sneakers?!" She yelled.
At last, here he is, eyeing the massive sign in front of him. Golden Muse. In black and gold.
He spends the whole morning glamorizing himself up, not going over the top, however. A white shirt with its sleeves rolled around his elbows and baggy gray jeans. He thought about buying flowers but was talked out of it by no other than Sugar.
Stepping inside, he's hit with loud sounds of laughter. A bunch of kids giggling and chortling from the room across the hall. His curiosity led his feet to stroll towards the said room, stopping all at once in front of the glass door that reveals what's inside. Or who is inside.
Jimin with half his blond hair pulled into a ponytail with the rest just resting on his sweaty neck. Black leotards and gray sweatpants that are set so low that the bare parts of his skin from the panty lines are shown.
He's smiling so fondly at the kids who don't look older than ten, laughing while running in a circle around him. Chanting something that can't be heard with the barrier between them that is the door.
Jeongguk watches the scene in front, not having the heart to ruin it by knocking on the door. Except for when one of the kids quits running and stares at him, he waves at the little girl awkwardly; it was the wrong move.
The little girl rushes towards Jimin and tugs on his sweats as the blond looks down at her, mouthing something close to "What's wrong?", the little girl then points at the door where Jeongguk stands behind.
Jeongguk doesn't make any move as he sees Jimin look up with calm perplexity, his face turning slowly from startled to aggravated at recognizing the sight of him.
Here goes nothing.
Jeongguk opens the door, a stiff expression on his face. “Hey there.”
At his greeting, the kids halt their shenanigan and just stare at him. It’s so awkward that Jeongguk begins to regret this whole idea and starts planning his way out.
”Hello.” Jimin replied dismissively. He recenters his focus on his students, a sincere smile on his face. “Okay, guys, go wait for your parents at the playground. See you all next week.”
The kids all shout their goodbyes, with some hugging the blond on their way out, and soon enough, he and Jimin are the only ones left behind.
It's quiet. They don't even exchange another gaze: Jimin is busying himself with his duffle bag that's set on the sprung floor. His back is turned, giving Jeongguk the perfect opportunity to really examine his back tattoo.
Jeongguk wants to reach out and touch, lick, kiss, and do everything he hasn't gotten to do before. But that would be super creepy, so he just shoves his hands into his pockets.
"Why are you here?" Jimin breaks the excruciating silence; his back is still all that Jeongguk could see.
He takes a moment to remember what he rehearsed to say; nothing comes to mind, though. He takes what he guesses is too long to reply, so Jimin twirls adroitly, looking like an angry kitten.
"I asked you a question." Jimin voices sharply.
Jeongguk clears his throat. God, this was such a bad idea. "I, uh, i just wanted—"
"Wanted what? I know for a fact i haven't told you my work address." Jimin spouts as he crosses his arms. "I take that you've been stalking me and found it through your disturbing ways."
"No!" He screeched. Jeongguk looks around to make sure they're entirely by themselves, then takes a deep breath—calming himself down. "You've got it all wrong, i swear."
A lift of the blond's eyebrow makes his self-control evaporate. To hell with maintaining composure.
"I'm not stalking you, i promise." He starts running his fingers through his hair in despair. "I won't lie and say that it was a coincidence either. Sugar told me where you work, and i'm not saying that Sugar doesn't respect your privacy and she gives anyone your full name or your phone number—"
"You have my number—"
"Yes, but i haven't contacted you! I swear! It was just sitting in my phone. I found out she's friends with you, so i sort of begged her for any way to lead me to you." He takes a small step closer, feeling slightly triumphant that Jimin hasn't moved away. "It wasn't my purpose to make you feel creeped out or anything, and i will leave right now if you tell me to. So please, just..."
Listen to me. Get to know me. Like me. But he can't say all those things, so he just gawks at the man in front of him. He can see the wheels turning in the blond's head, so Jeongguk holds his breath as he awaits for Jimin's call.
Jimin sighs, uncrossing his arms. "Fine."
"Fine?"
"The floor is all yours." Jimin leaned himself down the barre behind him.
Jeongguk doesn't need to be told twice. "I'm a scumbag who never cared about anyone. I meet people just to fuck, that's it. I don't get to know them because i don't give them a chance. I used to mock my friends who get attached to their hookups and decide to get into a relationship with them and ditch being fun. Being free." He wets his dry lips. "Till you happened."
Something shifted in Jimin's eyes. His brows are relaxing from the scowl he's been wearing.
"October 13th. Right when you took over my world." Jeongguk inches another step closer. "I saw you and everything stopped being about me and more about you. I thought that one night with you would be enough to silence the simmering desire inside of me. But after you left... It consumed me, Jimin."
"I wake up in the morning for you. I eat my breakfast for you. I work for you. I sleep at night for you—it's driving me insane! People also noticed that there's something wrong with me, but i don't even know what it is, so i just keep my mouth shut!" Jeongguk rubs his face. "But that's a lie. I know what's wrong with me."
He slowly lowers his hands before looking in Jimin's eyes, and it seems like something has shifted around them. "It's you, Jimin."
Mere seconds pass by with them just eyeing each other. Jimin's expression is hard to define, but he doesn't look scared or ready to run away, so Jeongguk keeps going.
"You should have seen me, Jimin. I lived these past weeks like a madman who got a taste of God and longed for more. I had no way to reach you, so i kept you alive in my memory and on sheets where i drew you over and over and over again. I was ready to engrave your name on my heart, immortalizing you in case i never saw you again."
Closing the remaining distance by taking another step forward, their faces are only a hair's breadth away. "Yet, fate led me to you. I spent a whole week stressing over what to say to you when i finally see you again, but the sight of you took both my words and breath away, Jimin." Hovering his hand over the blond's cheek, he whispers his next words. "I dream of you, Jimin. You and me. Together. Just give me the chance to worship you. Grace me with your approval, please."
Jeongguk wouldn't describe himself as a believer. He grew up being forced to go to churches, and once he got caught making out with the priest's son in the vestry, he was no longer welcomed there. Not that he wanted to be there in the first place.
He lived without seeking any higher forces, and he was more than fine. However, the time he spent searching for the man in front of him, from day to night, opened his eyes to why others chase faith. The beauty of giving yourself fully to divinity. And Jimin is the prettiest divinity Jeongguk has seen and will ever see. He would gladly live for him and only him.
If only he allowed it.
Jeongguk doesn't yet dare to touch the blond. His hand is still suspended in the air with his words, and he just waits.
Jimin, pink coloring his cheeks along with the tips of his ears, averts his eyes away from Jeongguk. He swallows down a couple of times before pushing the man just an inch away so he could straighten his body off the barre.
His palm finds home on Joengguk's chest. "You're crazy." Jimin mumbles; his tone is devoid of any venom and almost sounds... fond.
Jeongguk places his right hand on Jimin's, where it's sitting right above his heart. Can Jimin feel his heart going crazy against his fingers? Jeongguk hopes so. "Jimin?" He calls out carefully.
"Who do you think you are, huh?" Jimin voices after taking a deep breath. Still not moving his hand away. "Asking around about me, getting my phone number, visiting me in my workplace—who the fuck does that?"
Jeongguk's heart breaks. Seriously, what did he expect? Of course no one would see him suitable for anything more than a quick fuck on Sunday—
"You are saying all of that, that you haven't stopped thinking about me, and, that you dream of me and that you have been living for me. So how come it took you so long to finally get to me, asshole?!"
Jeongguk's head flies up from the defeated position it was in. He notices the tears in the blond's eyes that refuse to fall down.
"What—"
"I waited for you!" Jimin clenches his hand around the other's shirt and pulls Jeongguk towards him. "Did you really think you were the only one who felt like this? The only one that felt like he missed something he never had? I knew from the first moment you touched me, Jeongguk." One tear escapes down his colored cheek. "I knew you were what i've been waiting for all my life. And yet! You kept me waiting even more." Jimin cries as he moves away from the other, creating a large space between their bodies.
"I, i don't get it," Jeongguk says truthfully.
Jimin just stares at him. "That day in the club. It wasn't the first time i've seen you, Jeongguk."
Everything that made sense earlier stopped and exploded right in front of Jeongguk's eyes.
"Yeah." The blond wiped his cheek. "I used to watch you. You see, my friends warned me about you. 'He's a bad idea, Jimin.', 'He will ditch you after getting what he wants from you, Jimin. That's what he does.' And i listened to them. And you never noticed me anyways, so i thought i wasn't your type and just decided to move on. But god, how hard it was to stay on the sidelines and watch everyone get your attention but me."
"I gave myself one last try to grab your attention; i picked that club specifically to celebrate my birthday at because i knew you would be there. I follow you on social media, so that's how i knew. Luck was by my side that day. I had you all over me." Jimin smiles as he walks towards Jeongguk, who's pretty much still speechless.
"You brought me back to your home; you fucked me and i was so, so ecstatic. However, i still decided to leave right away without even giving you a single clue on how to find me." Jimin plays with Jeongguk's fallen strand of hair. "I was kind enough to leave behind my panties, though. Did you have fun with it, Jeongguk?"
Jeongguk gapes down at Jimin. Everything he just heard confirms the one thing he actually cares about: Jimin loves him and is equally obsessed with him.
The fear and dread he had been carrying for weeks about Jimin not reciprocating those sick and twisted feelings, boof, vanished like they were never there to begin with. He can't describe how happy he is right now.
Jimin wants him too. His crazy Jimin. Gaining a lot of his confidence back, Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin's waist, hitting both their chests together. "You little shit. Yes. I had so much fun with it."
Jimin giggles and now it's his turn to wrap his arms around Jeongguk's neck, fingers caressing the hair on the man's nape. "Good to know."
Their eyes travel on each of the other's features, a warm smile adorning their faces. A comfortable quiet embraces their bodies as they sway a little while they fit into one another.
Jeongguk speaks softly. "Can i ask you a question?"
Jimin humms as he looks deep into his eyes. Jeongguk wants to freeze the moment and relive it a million times more.
"What got you so certain that i'll end up wrapped around your tiny finger?" He asks as he brings Jimin's hand up and kisses his palm.
The blond tilts his head, thinking of an answer before slowly beaming. Jeongguk swears that Jimin's smile lit the room better than the sun ever did. "It was my birthday. I wished for it."
Jeongguk gently bites Jimin's pinky, causing them both to laugh.
"So you fell for me first, huh." Jeongguk teases as he buries his face in Jimin's mop of hair and breathes in.
"You were just telling me that you're ready to worship me not an hour ago, pipe it down." Jimin elbows the man's ribs, and once again, they fall into another fit of laughter.
"I stand by what i said." Jeongguk kisses his forehead.
Jimin moves his head so he can capture Jeongguk's lips in his; they devour each other. Jeongguk licks into his mouth, sucking Jimin's lower lip and wetting it as he pulls away. "I missed you so fucking much. Those lips." Jeongguk goes for another kiss with full-on tongue action.
They cut it short, however, giving that they are still in a place full of kids.
"Can't wait to hear you call me Hyung again." Jeongguk rains Jimin with kisses all over his face.
Jimin pulls the other by the hair gently so they can make eye contact. "About that. You know i'm older than you, right?"
Jeongguk makes a face that causes Jimin to throw his head back laughing.
"What?! You're lying, aren't you?? No way, baby, come on!" Jeongguk tightened his hold around the blond who turned into jelly in his arms.
"Guess who's calling the other hyung now." Jimin says before he hears Jeongguk whining as he starts lifting the blond up, spinning him around.
Now, Jimin's laughter is the one that's filling the whole place.