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It all started as a joke, the boys in Jeongguk's office gathered in the tea-room laughing over their colleague's weekend at a spa in the countryside. Their partner had roped them into a couple's weekend there to indulge and disconnect from the world and its stresses, but what had started out as a joke turned into his colleague emphatically expressing how much good it had done both for him and his marriage.
Jeongguk had no interest in such things, had never really let anyone touch him in such a way or pamper him in general. The thought made him uncomfortable, a stranger with full control massaging and manipulating his body while he just laid there dormant and pliant. It sounded boring to be honest, and while Jeongguk considered himself to be pretty open about his interests in things not typically male, this was something that he just wasn't interested in.
"Seriously though, it would do you some good, Jeongguk," Jeongguk's colleague had said, eyes brushing over his visible dark circles, the stress of the past 6 months having caught up to him, culminating in a less-than-healthy visage.
"Are you telling me my skin is terrible? Hyung, I'm wounded, really," Jeongguk had joked back. Normally he would have been offended by the remark, if it had not purely come from concern in the first place.
The growth of their company had boomed in such time, and Jeongguk's position of team-leader had become much more demanding, requiring him to work nights and weekends just to catch up on the workload, and to also make sure the staff in his care were being looked after. Even though he had pleaded his manager for some assistance on the clerk work, this had been shot down by the higher-ups despite their KPIs being met and then some.
So when he finds a coupon for said spa sitting on his desk the following day, he curses. The cheeky grin of his workmate around the cubicle wall followed by a exuberant wave telling him everything he needed to know about who was responsible. Jung Hoseok consistently proves himself to be a force of nature, he notes.
Even though he would normally scoff and tip the damn thing in the bin, his eyes catch on to the glossy pictures of bamboo, secluded little gardens and equally glossy skin being caressed by practiced hands and he has to admit to himself he's a little interested. It looks calm, relaxing and peaceful and whomever had been in charge of designing the pamphlet had done a great job. Maybe it's his body crying out for some peace that keeps his gaze rooted on the flier; maybe it's the '50% off facial treatment of your choice' that entices him even more.
He doesn't even know what a facial entails - he assumes they put stuff on his face to make it look and feel nice, and after looking at the range of facials they offer on their website he's surprised not just by the price but by the length of time it takes for them to do that. A whole hour? He's not a very patient man, gets restless when stuck in one position for too long and it doesn't appeal to him at first, but Hoseok's enthusiastic appeal over lunch about how relaxing and renewing it is sets the gears in his brain in motion.
So much so that he makes an appointment for the following Saturday, the gentle tone of the receptionist fitting for her task and soothing his apprehension. She asks if he's ever had any treatments like this before, has any allergies or any other physical aversions, which he appreciates. He's honest about his first time status, but she reassures him that it will all be fine, and he readily believes her.
Just to ensure he's not over-stressed on the Saturday of his appointment, he works overtime on Thursday and Friday and by the time Saturday morning rolls around he's exhausted but also a little excited about what's to come later on in the day.
The drive out into the countryside is pretty, something that Jeongguk always means to do but never gets around to it. As he's constantly working, there are many things he would like to do but they're usually marred by project deadlines, others waiting on his reports that just can't wait or pressing issues raised by his staff. He's never so readily given himself the opportunity to just leave like this and it's ridiculous how he feels slightly guilty and rebellious just by doing something for himself for once - something that he's always been chastised about by his best friend Taehyung.
"You know if you keep working so hard for them they'll think that's the norm and keep it that way, right?" Taehyung complains, "and then surprise surprise, you burn out and for what?"
Jeongguk pushes his tongue into his cheek, not able to respond because Taehyung is right; they both know he's right, so how can he argue against that?
"I'm only saying this because I care, Jeongguk. You're part of a corporate machine, unfortunately expendable and if you keep setting impossible and unsustainable standards you're not only shooting yourself in the foot, but everyone else in your team."
He's harsh, but it's a needed scolding coming from a place of love and this honesty from his best friend is always a blessing. So when Jeongguk was promoted to team leader, he set his own limits, promised himself he wouldn't go overboard and stuck to it rather well… until the workload increased and he received no more help to get it done.
Thoughts for another day , he sternly told himself as he pulled into the gravel driveway lined with arching Ginkgo trees. He's struck by the beauty, apparently having come at the right time of the year to see the leaves in their golden hue.
The car park is nearly full when he gets to the converted house that is his destination. The house is covered in creeping autumnal plants, the reds and golds sweeping around the windows and arches of the garden surrounds. It's quite spectacular and he'd love to stay outside to take it all in, but he'll be late for his appointment if he does, so he makes his way through the old wooden door to the main reception.
Jeongguk is immediately enveloped in richly scented and humid air which sets his senses alight. It's so warm compared to the cool autumn air outside, and he promptly shrugs his jacket off and places it over his arm.
"Welcome," says the receptionist with the same calming tone that he heard over the phone, "do you have an appointment with us?"
Why are you nervous? Jeongguk asks himself as he scratches the back of his neck.
"Ah yes… I'm Jeongguk. Appointment at 2 pm?" He manages, smiling awkwardly, mind becoming more than a little foggy due to the spiciness of the air.
It seems as though the receptionist can't smile any wider, but she sure is trying, and it helps to keep him somewhat at ease.
"Ah, Jeongguk. For the energy restoration facial. Please make your way into the lounge and Jimin will be with you shortly."
And then the nerves kick in again as he realises there is now a name to the person who will be touching his face while he just lies there letting it happen. Jimin is a pretty name though. He's always liked it; knew a girl in high school with the same name that he briefly thought about asking out but wasn't interested enough when he thought about it some more. Seemed like a common theme for him, really.
In the lounge he sips at some complementary tea, the liquid warming his throat while he waits. If it weren't for the trickling sound of a small fountain to the side of the room, or the air thick with relaxing aromatherapy he would feel anxious. He's clearly outside of his comfort zone, never done anything remotely like this, but he appreciates the measures the staff have taken to maintain the most relaxing atmosphere they can.
He's close to finishing the green tea when he's startled by a soft, masculine voice calling his name from the doorway on the other side of the room. His breath catches in his throat when his eyes connect to the man waiting there for him, the voice having come from a slender man around his age. He's dressed in a charcoal modern hanbok, which is fitted more at the ankles and wrists. His long dark hair is pulled up in a bun away from his face, tendrils framing his stunningly sharp jaw, his eyes just as sharp and piercing but offset by his rosy and obscenely plump lips.
He's in one word stunning . Because Jeongguk is stunned, his hand shakily placing the tea cup down on the table and somehow managing not to let it fall out of his hand and on the floor.
Jeongguk has never seen a man so gorgeous, and it makes him think something along the lines of how he's never witnessed true beauty until now. Which is incredibly cheesy, but nothing truer has ever come from his brain until now.
"Jeongguk," the man says softly again, aligning himself sideways, "please follow me."
Jeongguk would follow him into a volcano, he thinks.
His legs seem to walk on their own behind, his form a poor comparison to the slow, gliding gait Jimin employs as they make their way down the dimly lit hallway and into a room. It's even more dimly lit, containing a massage table covered in blankets (which is more like a bed, Jeongguk muses), a sink and cupboard to the side of the table and a chair in the corner. There are also some potted succulents and ferns around, the spiced scent even more fragrant here and the lilting tones of soft, lo-fi indie coming from a speaker.
Jeongguk stands awkwardly in the corner by the chair, his thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his jeans, and faces the spectacularly gorgeous man who will be looking after him today.
Welcome Jeongguk," he smiles gently, his eyes creasing so wonderfully that Jeongguk continues to melt, "my name is Jimin."
Before he can help it, Jeongguk waves in response but falters immediately. He can't believe how he's acting right now. He would even do this to normal people.
But Jimin seems to find it funny, giggling a little and it sounds like bells. Damn, Jeongguk needs to chill out the onslaught on his brain right now, but he's helpless.
"First things first," Jimin says quietly and gently, "I need to ask some questions. Do you have any allergies to any plants or herbs, or anything else?"
Jeongguk shakes his head, not daring himself to speak.
"Okay. Do you have any areas from your chest to the top of your head you don't like being touched?"
He'd never even thought about it being this comprehensive, but they're thorough here making sure their clients are the most comfortable they can be, which is nice.
"Do you mind me touching your scalp at all?
To that, Jeongguk raises his eyebrow. Was there more to this than he thought?
"Ah, I don't mind," Jeongguk replies before he can think about it further.
Jimin smiles sweetly and it's like an arrow to Jeongguk's heart. He's so bloody whipped already.
" Very good," Jimin says as he opens the blankets on the massage bed, "while the mask is on you have the choice of a hand or foot massage. Which would you prefer?"
His feet are extra ticklish, so he opts for the hand massage. To be fair, this all seems like a lot more than he thought it would be and explains the time period of an hour… to an extent.
"Okay, very good," Jimin says and gracefully makes his way to the door, "I'll leave you to get undressed and under the blanket and I'll be back shortly."
"Wait, what?" Jeongguk says, startled, "ummm… this is my first time doing this so I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing here." He understood that he might have to take off his shirt, but all of his clothes? He could feel his pulse spike.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Jimin grins, "it really is for your comfort. You're welcome to stay in your trousers, but you'll be under the blanket so it's really up to you."
He guesses it's safe to be covered by the blanket like that, but his heart is still hammering from Jimin's request for him to take off his clothes. Fortunately, before his highly inappropriate tenting in his pants could be noticed, Jimin lets himself out so that Jeongguk can undress.
Not the time, Jeon . He mentally wills himself to stay calm, but apparently he's been transported back in time to his 19 year old self when he realised he found joy and much fulfilment in pictures of naked men. Even 7 years later, none of them could ever hold a flame to Jimin.
He's not going to survive this soul intact, he knows.
After stripping down into just his boxers, Jeongguk climbs into the bed and covers himself up to his chest, arms placed on top. This is so new and he feels slightly uncomfortable about the situation, but the bed itself is warm and heated, and the slight pressure of the weighted blankets on top of him feels just right.
A minute later there's a soft knock on the door, Jimin asking gently if he's ready, and Jeongguk affirms that he is. While he's really not mentally and doesn't feel like he ever will be, he is physically and Jimin glides into the room, closing the door behind him. He stands beside Jeongguk, looking down at him which makes Jeongguk feel a little small and vulnerable. There's fragrance emanating from Jimin which is soft and subtle, and absolutely perfect for him.
"Now, we're going to start with some cleansing, toning, then move on to the treatment and mask, and then the moisturising," Jimin explains. "If at any time you feel uncomfortable please let me know. But please do relax and enjoy, okay?"
It's hard for Jeongguk to not commit fully to Jimin's request, and he's already starting to feel relaxed as the peaceful music lulls him to close his eyes.
He hears running water and the soft clinking of bottles, and feels a little sensory deprived as his eyes are closed. Even though he gets a slight shock when a warm towel is placed under his chin and wrapped over his face, it's bliss when he gets used to it, firm fingers pressing the towel into his face, the warmth permeating into his flesh and soothing the pain he didn't even realise was there. The bedding is up to his neck, but he absolutely notices when Jimin gently lowers it to just above his nipples. Oh no.
A few seconds later and the towel is removed, Jeongguk ascending to heaven when soft and dextrous fingers touch his face for the first time. He didn't even realise that his face was sensitive in any way, but when Jimin's fingers first glide over his skin softly and caress the outline of his face he starts to tremble. He hopes and prays to the gods that it's not noticeable how his hands clench the bedding to try to stop it. The fingers continue to glide across his cheeks, down the side of his nose, to his cupid's bow and along the edge of his jaw before his hands flatten slide down to his chest.
Oh no no no no , Jeongguk panics. This was more than what he expected, Jimin's hands pressing and rubbing along his sternum and over the tops of his pectorals, then to his shoulders and back up to his face.
It's when Jimin's fingers become more insistent with their pressure his heart starts to hammer. Now he knows for sure he's weak to touch, quite possibly touch- starved by the way he's reacting here, and along with his prayer regarding the shaking he adds another regarding his thumping heart in his chest.
He should feel relaxed, and he is a little, but he's stuck in a limbo between relaxed and stressed.
To make matters worse, when Jimin starts the treatment step and his thumbs are digging into Jeongguk's neck muscles in the most delicious way, Jimin asks him if he's alright, the warm breath ghosting over his neck and face only adding to the sensory overload Jeongguk's already feeling. Jimin's voice is deep and husky, intended to be relaxing but boy does it do the opposite to Jeongguk.
He's been trying to ebb the arousal blooming in his body for the last fifteen minutes, so he's far from alright, knowing he's rock hard under the blankets from all the stimulation. It's highly inappropriate and he feels ashamed by his body reacting in a way he can't control.
"Y-yeah," Jeongguk stutters and he feels like an idiot, "I'm… I'm okay."
"That's good to hear," the sound of Jimin's voice lilts playfully and it almost sounds like Jimin is purposely teasing him. This only serves to make his blood run hotter.
Jimin's fingers trail up to his mouth, the pressure off, just a ghost of fingertips, and Jeongguk can't help but suck in a breath shakily. He's being far too obvious now, but he's hoping Jimin will forgive him for this. Jimin's fingers catch on his upper lip and oh god, it's absolute torture .
And then the fingers are off, a hot towel wiping off his face, neck and chest. He has time to breathe and collect himself as Jimin brushes on the face mask, placing a moist toning pad over his eyes after. And it shouldn't do anything extra but his other senses heighten even more after that little step, Jeongguk fearing for his sanity for what's to come.
When he feels nails start to scratch into his scalp, he nearly physically recoils, because it feels so damn good. He's already on the borderline of moaning in pleasure as strong fingers massage into the hair follicles, the slight pulling of his hair doing nothing to stop the dribble of precum wetting the front of his boxers, only spurring his arousal on further. He's too far gone now, far beyond the point of being appropriate in a professional setting, and he hopes that Jimin is only taking his reactions as those of normal appreciation of his skill. It's meant to feel good. And he's certainly appreciative of it.
After 10 minutes of absolute bliss, Jimin's hands fall away from his hair and he hears him wheel around to his side. He's not really prepared for when the masseur takes his arm away from his body and starts to massage oil into the muscles from elbow to wrist.
Jeongguk's lips part as he tries not to gasp, the fingers firm and intently rubbing into his forearm in circles and lengths. They then trail down to his hand, deft fingers massaging the mounds in his palm, his fingers gripped and rubbed almost obscenely. It's definitely not obscene normally, but in Jeongguk's racing mind it is as he can't help but imagine those hands gripping and tugging elsewhere. More precum dribbles out and he starts to legitimately despair.
His body is taught and flushed, tightly keyed up as he experiences the most intense arousal he's ever felt in his life. He's never been so turned on and it's not even sex; it's not even anything that should be sexual, but to him it's the most sensual thing he's ever been part of.
He's had plenty of sex before, enjoyed being with past lovers, but what he once considered 'enjoyment' pales in comparison to what he's experiencing now. He doesn't know if it's the situation or due to Jimin himself, but he's cottoning on to the notion it's a mixture of both the man and the actions, because the sensation is most certainly linked to his brief capture of his face and body. He doesn't know if he'd feel the same way if it were anyone else.
Jeongguk panics again as Jimin lifts the blanket to place his thoroughly massaged and moisturised arm under it, another prayer going out pleading for Jimin not to notice his hard cock leaking fluids under it. If he does, he doesn't say anything.
After the other hand is looked after, Jimin wipes off the mask with a hot towel and removes the eye pad. Heat is thrumming under his skin; just one more step and he'll be free from the delicious torture he's going through. He's almost certain Jimin is aware of his condition but he's being incredibly professional, taking his time to rub lotion into and around Jeongguk's sinus areas and temples, which have never been so clear, he notices. Jimin's fingers catch on his bottom lip as he moves his hands down his chin and back to his chest, fingers pressed into the crease between his pecs and sliding over the crest of them, so dangerously close to his nipples which are ridiculously hard against the blanket.
It's when Jimin drags the blanket up to cover his chest, rubbing the sensitive nubs that he can't suppress the absolutely filthy whine that comes out of his mouth. He feels dangerously close to coming, which is absolutely insane given how his cock hasn't been touched at all. He didn't even realise his nipples were so sensitive, but everything is right now.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Jimin apologises hastily, hot breath in his ear, but a small part of Jeongguk thinks the apology may not have been fully genuine. That move was borderline unprofessional and absolutely intentional, and could be considered harassment if Jeongguk hadn't been so fucking into it . Jimin knows exactly what he's doing and it sends shivers right through Jeongguk right to the core of his abdomen.
The departure of Jimin's hands from him and his announcement that he's finished and will meet him in reception feels like he's been pushed into a freezer, ice cold water poured down his back as his arousal is unfulfilled. Not that he should be aroused, or hard, or on the brink of the most amazing orgasm of his life.
After a few seconds of just breathing , Jeongguk collects himself and dresses, his still hard cock pressed against his stomach by the waistband of his boxers, the damp patch covered by his jeans. He's incredibly fortunate he decided to wear his loose jeans today, his erection also hidden by his shirt that he's tactfully decided to leave untucked this time.
He goes to pay at reception, handing the lovely woman with the soothing voice his voucher.
"How was it? Jimin is quite talented isn't he?" She asks and Jeongguk balks at the question.
He's absolutely talented - nearly came untouched talented, and he's incredibly embarrassed.
"Very good, thanks," he comments, "very good with his hands… ah…"
The moment Jeongguk utters those last few words, Jimin comes out with his dazzling smile which now has a dark and wicked edge to it. Oh, it seems he's a devil . Should've known.
"Thank you Jeongguk, I appreciate the feedback," Jimin takes his time to visually devour the man in front of him before speaking again. "I hope you come back again soon. Try out some of our massage packages?"
Jeongguk's heart thuds and he swears Jimin can hear it by the way he's looking at him; his chin up, dark eyes gazing under eyelashes and his smirk even wider.
"I'll think about it, th-thanks," Jeongguk lamely stammers and quickly pays for the facial, bowing to them both and fleeing for his damn life .
"Oh, Jeongguk!" The devil yells out as he strides quickly to his car outside. He's already weak to the voice, and powerless to escape it, so his feet stop in place and he turns.
"I forgot to mention that I also do house visits," Jimin holds out a card for Jeongguk to take, and he knows he shouldn't but does anyway. "I'm a contractor so sometimes I work here, but I mostly work on the road."
The implications of what he's saying sit heavily in Jeongguk's gut, the business card also sitting heavy in his hand.
"Okay, th-thank you." Jeongguk can't even stand himself right now. He feels like a rabbit under the stare of a hungry wolf and thankfully his flight instincts kick in when he says goodbye to Jimin, bolting into his car.
He rolls down the driveway and doesn't look back, still so intensely horny and bizarrely even more so after Jimin implied that he could massage Jeongguk in the comfort of his own home.
Five minutes later is when he can't take it anymore, and he's parked behind a tree, fucking desperately into his fist. He whines out as he visualises Jimin massaging his ass, slipping fingers past his rim and finding his prostate, rubbing it as intensely as he had only 20 minutes ago to his muscles. As soon as he imagines Jimin's cock taking the place of those fingers his body coils up tight, waves of pleasure crashing over as he comes all over his fist and stomach. He feels a sense of intense and immediate relief, having been edged for about half an hour, although still feeling the shame of having succumbed to such ministrations.
He cleans himself up and looks at the business card on the dashboard, rolls it around in his fingers, arm ready to flick it out of his window but something holds him back.
Something about those eyes keeps the card in his hand, which he then puts in his wallet.
Maybe someday he'll give him a call, he eventually decides.