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As Jimin steps into the empty living room, a heavy weight on his shoulders, a strange feeling takes over him. He’s lived in this house for almost four years, but he normally doesn’t pay attention to how…empty it feels. Everything in his life has felt like that for a long time. He’s not even sure when he started focusing on work so much that it became the only thing he worries about.
Life has just always been like this for him. He wanted to make a name for himself—he was tired of all the people approaching him just because his parents had money. He foolishly thought that once he had his own money, once he proved himself―his worth―people would stop approaching him for what his last name meant. Looking back, it was stupid of him to think so. He’ll always be surrounded by people who want something from him. It’s the reason he only has two friends―the ones he met in college and that have been beside him even when he didn’t have a dime in his pocket because his parents would only pay for his semesters.
‘You want to pretend you’re not a Park?’ His father had asked. ‘Then you won’t be a Park. I’ll pay for your education; the rest you’ll have to figure out on your own.’
Jimin did figure it out on his own. But he became the person he is now. He’s wealthy, probably has much more money than he’ll ever need. And yet, he can only trust two people in this world.
It gets lonely.
His phone chimes with a new message and Jimin sighs as he discards his blazer. He sets it on the back of the couch and walks around it to drop down. He leans back, exhaustion washing over him. He works nonstop all the time, but after weeks of not enough rest, he’s dead on his feet. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. He rolls his shoulders back, trying to soothe the aching muscles of his neck and upper back. It’s getting bad again. He might need to get an appointment for a massage soon.
Another chime reminds him that he’s just received a message. He reaches into the pocket of his pants and takes it out. Namjoon and Seokjin’s names pop up on the screen. They’ve sent messages to their group chat since earlier, but since Jimin never replied, they’ve started messaging him again.
Namjoon [8:18 p.m]
What time are you getting off work?
Seokjin [8:25 p.m]
Wanna hang after you’re done?
Namjoon [9:32 p.m]
Still not off?
Come on, even I’m off work earlier than this.
Seokjin [10:03 p.m]
If you don’t reply, I swear I’m gonna go over to your office and drag you out of the building.
Namjoon [10:23 p.m]
Maybe he fell asleep?
Seokjin [10:24 p.m]
It’s Friday. He always stays extra late so he doesn’t have to come out with us.
Jimin [10:29 p.m]
I go home late on Fridays because I don’t like leaving work pending for the next week.
Seokjin [10:30 p.m]
Finally! Did you just get home?
Jimin [10:31 p.m]
Yes.
Seokjin isn’t precisely lying. Jimin does always refuse to go out with them. Sometimes it’s because he’s tired. Other times it’s because he just can’t see himself having fun. Whenever they get together at one of their places and get batshit drunk, Jimin enjoys it more than going out and being surrounded by people―people who most of the time know him and approach him just because of who he is.
It’s ironic that he wanted to make a name for himself so he could run away from the one his parents gave him. And now that he does, he’s still in the very same spot, unable to trust anyone.
Namjoon [10:32 p.m]
Are you too tired?
It’s pretty late.
We did want to go out, though.
Seokjin [10:33 p.m]
Namjoon’s boyfriend wants to take us to a new nightclub.
Namjoon [10:33 p.m]
He’s not my boyfriend.
Jimin finds himself smiling. Namjoon has been talking with a guy he met during one of his visits to Daegu for a business meeting. It turned out the guy was only visiting too, so they agreed to meet up in Seoul once they were back. They’ve been getting together ever since. It’s only been a couple of months, but Jimin can see the way Namjoon smiles more often and he’s glad for his friend. He just hopes he doesn’t end up getting disappointed in the long run. Jimin doesn’t go out with people for the very same reason he doesn’t have many friends.
Jimin [10:34 p.m]
Yet.
And he wants to meet us?
Sounds to me like things are finally getting serious.
Namjoon [10:36 p.m]
I didn’t think about it that way.
Do you really think so?
Seokjin [10:37 p.m]
Now he’s gonna be nervous all night.
Namjoon [10:38 p.m]
No I won’t.
Will you come, Jimin?
You promised last time that you’d join us.
Jimin sighs and lets his hand fall to the couch, the phone still in his hand. Tonight, he genuinely feels exhausted. The thought of dropping down to his bed and just passing out is alluring enough he contemplates not responding to their texts anymore. But the phone chimes again and even if Jimin is exhausted, Namjoon and Seokjin are his only friends―his best friends. They’re the only people he trusts in this world. He’s always saying no. He doesn’t want them to get tired of asking and end up giving up on him.
If that happened, Jimin isn’t sure how he’d be able to deal with life. They always provide a sparkle of joy through the stress and the tiredness.
Seokjin [10:41 p.m]
I will drag you out of your house if I have to.
Jimin [10:42 p.m]
No need.
I’ll go.
I just need a shower. Send me the address, I’ll meet you guys there.
Namjoon [10:43 p.m]
For real?
You’re really coming?
Jimin [10:44 p.m]
Yes.
Can’t promise I’ll stay for long, though.
I’m really tired today.
Seokjin [10:44 p.m]
It’s a Friday night.
We’ll make sure you leave after getting very drunk
Jimin laughs and shakes his head. He hasn’t gotten drunk out of his or their house in a while. As a matter of fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t gone out to a bar or nightclub in at least two years―maybe even longer. A flutter settles in the pit of his stomach, something so brief, Jimin almost misses it. His eyebrows furrow. It’s been a while. Maybe Namjoon and Seokjin are right. Maybe this could help him relax, if only a bit.
Jimin [10:46 p.m]
We’ll see about that.
Are you guys there already?
Seokjin [10:47 p.m]
Yes and I’m kind of a third wheel right now, so hurry up.
[location]
Jimin [10:48 p.m]
Be there in half an hour.
He locks his phone and stands up with a groan. He’s already late enough as it is. As much as he doesn’t feel like showering and changing, he forces his feet to move and heads up the stairs towards his bedroom. Sometimes, the place feels far too big for just himself. Still, this place is like a reward, it’s what he fought so hard for, what he built all on his own. It’s like a representation of what he accomplished in life. All on his own.
It’s a shame he doesn’t spend all that much time here. It’s almost like a hotel, a place where he sleeps very late at night after a long day of work.
He takes a hot shower, hoping the heat will soothe the ache of his muscles. He makes quick work of it, willing himself not to get distracted with his thoughts so he can actually make it to the nightclub in the half hour he said he would.
It’s been so long since he last went out, he’s not even sure he owns anything that isn’t work clothes. He moves around his walk-in closet, searching for something he could wear that doesn’t seem too sophisticated. A quick research of the place he’s going to let him know it’s not that much of an elegant place, more like somewhere to just have fun. Eventually, he gives up on making an effort and puts on black pants, a white button-up shirt he tucks into the waistband and a dark belt. He puts on black dress shoes and quickly dries off his hair, parting it through the middle so it falls around his face.
The brown strands frame his features and he stares at himself for a second too long before giving in to his thoughts and reaching into a drawer to search for the only pair of earrings he owns. He hasn’t worn them in a long while and they feel so unfamiliar once he looks at himself once more. The dangling silver earrings make him look different. He almost contemplates taking them off, but his phone chimes with a new message and it reminds him that he’s already taking too long.
He quickly puts on a loose leather jacket before grabbing his keys, his phone and his wallet. His personal driver is already parked outside and he slips into the car with a sigh.
“Where shall I take you, sir?” He asks.
Jimin takes his phone out and tells him the address. The last message that came through was Namjoon’s.
Namjoon [11:18 p.m]
I hope you’re already on your way.
It’s been a while since we’ve partied.
It’s about damn time.
Despite everything, Jimin finds himself smiling. It sure has been a long time. He’s not so sure about the partying thing, but he does hope he can distract himself enough that his tense shoulders relax and he’s no longer thinking about work.
Jimin [11:25 p.m]
Yes, I’m on my way.
Looking forward to meeting your boyfriend, hyung.
Namjoon [11:25 p.m]
He’s not my boyfriend.
Yet.
Jimin shakes his head and puts his phone away, staring out the window as the streets go by and they head to the address Seokjin sent him. It’s a fifteen-minute drive. By the time he gets out of the car, it’s already a bit too late. Jimin would normally be sleeping by now, so it throws him a little to be out when it’s so dark and there’s still plenty of people out, laughing around on the streets.
“What time shall I take you home, sir?” His driver asks.
Jimin thinks about it for a moment. He said he wouldn’t stay long, but he’s only just arriving and it seems unfair to make Jungheon wait until whenever he decides to leave.
“You can go back home and leave the car there. Go home for the weekend, Jungheon.”
Jungheon seems confused about his orders. Normally, Jimin doesn’t go out on the weekends. He stays at home. Even if he has to work, he does it from home, too. So his bodyguard and his driver always go home as soon as he’s dropped off at his place on friday evening. It’s not surprising that Jungheon is confused about being sent home when Jimin is still out.
“But sir, Beomseok has also gone home. Is it alright for you to be out without protection?” He asks.
Jimin wants to lay low tonight. If he’s being followed around by his bodyguard, everybody will sense that he’s someone well-known and he doesn’t want that. He wants to relax and just focus on his friends. That’s why he didn’t call Beomseok to come back.
“It’s alright,” he reassures. “I’ll be with Namjoon and Seokjin. I’ll just get a cab home when I’m done. Go home, Jungheon.”
Jungheon seems just about ready to protest again. But Jimin is quick to wave him off. Finally, he nods and says goodnight before driving off. Jimin turns around and heads towards the nightclub. He feels eyes on him, but wills himself to ignore them. Maybe he’s just imagining them, after all. He hopes that nobody here will actually recognize him.
It doesn’t take long to spot his friends. They’re sitting in a booth by the far corner of the nightclub. It’s a very big place, so it takes Jimin a long while to manage his way in between the dancing bodies. It’s late enough that a lot of people are already drunk, laughing and jumping around. There are very large groups, singing and dancing, hyping each other up. It reminds Jimin of when he was younger.
He allowed himself to have a little more fun back then.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re actually here,” Namjoon says, as soon as he spots him.
By then, Jimin already feels sweat collecting in-between his shoulder blades. The place is far too crowded and the music is much too loud. But Namjoon seems so excited that he’s there that he can’t find it within himself not to smile.
“I said I was coming,” he replies. Namjoon is already up and sliding out of the booth to hug him, so Jimin hugs him back with the same tight embrace.
“Still wasn’t sure you’d actually come,” Namjoon points out as he leans away. “I don’t remember the last time I saw you inside a nightclub, I can’t even recognize you. You’re wearing earrings,” he points out, his finger brushing along the silver design. “You look great, Jimin.”
Jimin clears his throat, his face warming. It really has been a long while since he last dressed up to go out. For years, it’s just been the same routine, getting ready for work, getting back from work, putting on pajamas. Sleeping. Being here is kind of surreal.
“You look great, too,” Jimin shoots back, patting Namjoon’s chest. He’s dressed in a white, simple shirt and khaki pants, paired with brown dress shoes. He must have lost his jacket at some point, something Jimin is already doing because of how hot it is in the club. He puts the jacket on the booth seat Namjoon slid out of just before Seokjin’s arms wrap around him.
“Finally,” he states, squeezing him a little bit too tight. It makes Jimin groan, but he pats his back as he hugs him back. “I was starting to think you would bail on us.”
“I said I’d be here,” Jimin replies, pulling away. “You two look good,” he adds.
Seokjin is dressed like Namjoon, a simple shirt and dress pants, as well as shoes, though he went for a sleek full black look. Jimin looks around, feeling slightly overdressed, even though he picked out the simplest outfit he could find. People are dressed with a lot less clothes, more exposed skin and with very casual outfits. Eyes are wandering over to him, so he looks away and focuses on his friends instead.
“Where’s the boyfriend? I didn’t miss him, did I?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Namjoon grumbles, slapping at Jimin’s arm. He tugs at him to get him to slide into the booth and Seokjin slides in beside him. Namjoon settles in front of them, the spot beside him empty. “He went for drinks. We’re already on our third round, so you have to catch up on us.”
Jimin’s eyebrows lift. “Third round already? And neither of you are drunk?”
Seokjin rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat. “Just because you can hold your alcohol better than us doesn’t mean we can get drunk on three glasses.”
Jimin snorts and Seokjin pushes at his shoulder gently. He’s smiling, though and Jimin wonders if maybe all this time he’s been neglecting his best friends. Maybe he should be making more of an effort to see them more often, to go out and have fun with them. They haven’t even gotten together for drinks at one of their places, as they usually do.
“We’ll see about that,” he replies.
A guy approaches the booth with a waitress following close by. He slides into the seat next to Namjoon as she places seven glasses on the table. Once she’s gone, the guy looks at Jimin and reaches his hand out.
“You must be Jimin, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Min Yoongi,” he greets. Jimin takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “Namjoon talks a lot about you.”
Jimin smiles. “Oh, he talks about you a lot, too.”
Namjoon looks away, seemingly embarrassed, but Jimin’s words only makes Yoongi smile widely at Namjoon. They look at each other for a moment too long before Namjoon centers his attention on the glasses in-between them.
“I asked Yoongi hyung to bring you three glasses, so you can catch up,” he grins.
“Better drink fast, Jimin-ah. You’re not leaving until you’re at least tipsy.”
Jimin shakes his head in disbelief, but reaches for a glass and drinks from it quickly. He downs it in just a few gulps and then sets the glass down.
“Is there anything to eat here?” He asks, looking around for the waitress. There’s too many people and everybody is dancing or standing. He’s not sure he’ll be able to catch the waitress’s attention even if he tries. “I think I didn’t have anything to eat since…lunch?”
If he’s being honest, he’s not even sure he had lunch. Not a proper one, that is. His secretary always makes sure to remind him he should eat, but sometimes, Jimin only musters the strength to get a sandwich or something quick. Work piles up and he hates getting behind.
“You’re terrible,” Seokjin says, shaking his head. “I’ll go order something. Stay put, I don’t want you getting lost.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t get lost,” he mumbles, but Seokjin waves him off and quickly stands.
He disappears in between the dancing bodies before Jimin can protest again. He turns to face Namjoon and Yoongi once more.
“So, Yoongi-ssi,” he starts, leaning back in his spot and trying to get more comfortable. The heat inside the club is too strong and Jimin isn’t used to it. He needs to focus on something else. “Namjoon hyung told us you’re a producer. Have you been making music for a long while?”
“You can call me hyung, if you’d like,” Yoongi responds. “And yeah, I’ve been making music since I was eighteen. I can confidently say I’ve finally managed to reach the level I was aiming for when I started.”
Jimin nods. “How long did it take you?”
“A while,” Yoongi replies sincerely. He shrugs. “About ten years? There are still things I have left to accomplish, but I’m getting there.”
Ten years. Jimin hasn’t spent that long building up his own accomplishments, but it sure as hell feels like it has been. For years, all he’s done is focus on growing his company, reaching the level his parents told him he’d never be able to reach without their money. When he turned twenty-five, it finally felt like he’d reached his goal. Now, three years later, it feels like it’s meaningless. Just―all of it.
“That’s amazing, hyung,” he replies encouragingly.
“Jimin is kind of like you, hyung,” Namjoon voices out. “He’s been focusing on work since he finished college. Hasn’t stopped at all. It’s a miracle that he’s here today. He hasn’t really gone out with us in two years, at least.”
“It’s important to take breaks though, Jimin,” Yoongi points out. “I hope you’re not overworking yourself.”
“Oh, he overworks himself, alright,” Namjoon jumps in, before he can reply.
Jimin scrunches his nose and sinks deeper into his seat.
“I just prefer to focus on work,” he murmurs, reaching for another glass.
Seokjin isn’t back yet, but Jimin wants to drink some more. He takes a couple of gulps before Namjoon reaches for the glass and takes it away from him.
“Nope, not until you’ve eaten,” he says. “I know we said you had to catch up, but that was before you told us you hadn’t had any food since lunch.”
Jimin sighs, but nods. He’s right. If he drinks too much and too fast without having food in his body, it might backfire. And even though Seokjin mentioning him getting drunk is alluring enough, he wants to stay long enough that his friends have fun.
Yoongi asks him about his job and Jimin distracts himself with the conversation. By the time Seokjin is back, Jimin is hungry enough he devours half his plate within minutes. It’s a burger of sorts with fries and a glass of soda. He eats quickly, finishing it off in less than ten minutes. He hadn’t even realized that he was so hungry until he had that first glass of alcohol.
They talk for another half an hour before Jimin feels like the food has settled in his belly. Only then does he reach for the glass Namjoon took away and drinks it down. The three of them are already on their fourth drink by the time Jimin is starting with his third.
A warm buzz has settled under his skin. Neither of them are drunk, but Jimin is feeling good now. He feels relaxed, the muscles of his shoulders and neck are no longer aching, his feet have stopped hurting and the music doesn’t sound as loud as it did before.
“Seokjin wasn’t joking when he said that you could hold your liquor well,” Yoongi points out, as Jimin finishes off with his third glass.
The three of them are halfway done with their fourth. Jimin shrugs.
“It’s been like this since we were in college, isn’t that right?” He asks.
Namjoon snorts. “Oh, yeah. Sometimes Seokjin hyung and I would be drunk as fuck and Jimin would be just perfect, even though he’d had as much alcohol as us.”
“I don’t know how he does it,” Seokjin murmurs, shaking his head.
“What can I say, I’m good like that,” he jokes.
He notices the way Namjoon seems surprised by his words. Jimin changed a lot after they finished college. Even though Namjoon and Seokjin kept telling him he was becoming cold and too focused on work, he couldn’t make it stop. He had a goal and didn’t want to stop until he completed it.
“Want me to get you another one?” Seokjin asks.
Jimin shakes his head. “I’ll get us the next round.”
Seokjin slides out of the booth, though he teases Jimin as he stands. “Sure you won’t get lost?”
Jimin pats his shoulder.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
It hasn’t been that long that he doesn’t remember how to move around a nightclub. The only thing he didn’t miss was the press of sweaty bodies against him as he makes his way across the dancefloor towards the bar. People are dancing as if there’s no tomorrow, most of them seemingly drunk. It’s almost one in the morning, after all.
Jimin can’t believe he’s still here. He thought exhaustion would end up making him leave early, as he’d initially decided. But now he doesn’t want to leave just yet. Yoongi is nice, it looks like he really cares about Namjoon and the conversation the four of them are having is good, better than any conversation he’s had in a long time. Staying for a while longer doesn’t sound bad at all.
He orders five more glasses and the barman is quick to get to work. Jimin turns on his heel and leans against the bar, folding his arms over his chest. The place only seems to have gotten more crowded since he got here, though the vibe is different from before. It’s the time of the night when everybody is already drunk or halfway there. There’s just people being wild and excited and lost in the feeling of being out so late on a weekend.
“Remembering the old times?” Namjoon’s voice interrupts his observation. He leans on the bar beside him, arms folded over the wood. “I miss being young, too,” he confesses.
Jimin snorts, his lips tugging up into a smile. “We’re not that old,” he points out. “Just twenty-eight. We still have a long while to go.”
“You know what I mean,” Namjoon replies. “When we were nineteen, twenty. We used to party so much during the weekends. It felt like we didn’t have a care in the world.”
Jimin nods. Yes, he remembers those times. They had responsibilities, but they felt nothing like the ones they have now. Now they don’t have time to do anything other than worry and build upon their futures. It’s something each of them has been building with careful dedication, something they worked hard to accomplish.
“I know,” he murmurs, even though he’s not sure Namjoon will be able to hear him. There’s a large group of what seems like college students dancing around. They’re screaming, repeating a name, although Jimin can’t quite make it out. “Yoongi hyung is nice,” he comments, changing the subject. “He seems to care about you a lot. I’m happy for you, hyung.”
Namjoon smiles widely at that.
“I was kind of nervous at first,” Namjoon says softly. “You know, after Kangmin, it was pretty hard for me to trust someone again. But, Yoongi hyung is just…he’s different. Being with him makes me happy and it’s exciting.”
Jimin pulls his gaze away from the dancing bodies and instead glances at Namjoon.
“I know things were hard after him,” he replies. After Kangmin happened, it took Namjoon a while to get back on his feet without feeling like the world was crumbling down around him. It hit him hard. It’s good to know that he’s finally met someone that seems to be better, someone who actually likes him, not just his money. “And I’m really glad that being with Yoongi hyung is easy. You deserve great things, hyung.”
Namjoon smiles and reaches out to squeeze at Jimin’s forearm. “Thank you for coming tonight, Jimin. I can tell you’re tired, but I’m grateful you’re here. I’m grateful you met Yoongi hyung.”
Jimin nods. Namjoon’s desire for him to meet Yoongi is one of the reasons he actually came tonight. That and knowing that his best friends have been making an effort to get him out so he can have some fun and relax. Just this once, he wanted to actually go out and forget about real life.
“I’m glad I came,” he reassures.
The music suddenly lowers and a voice comes through the speakers of the nightclub. “Everybody, give a shout out to Jeongguk! It’s his birthday today and he’s celebrating all out with his friends!” He exclaims.
Everybody shouts out to him, as if they know him. It makes Jimin snort and turn around. The barman is placing the glasses on the bar now, just one of them is missing. People continue to cheer on for Jeongguk while Namjoon reaches for a couple of glasses.
“I’ll head back with these,” he says.
Jimin nods and watches him go. Once the other three glasses are in front of him, he pays with his credit card and asks if they can be taken to their booth. The same waitress from before comes out to help him take the glasses and follows him across the crowded dance floor.
When Jimin slips into the booth again, the three of them are already done with their fourth glass. Jimin hurries to drink his fourth one too and as he puts the empty glass down, the warmth finally starts to sink in. A fuzzy feeling takes over his body and a pleasant smile settles on his lips.
“Ah, I see you getting tipsy now,” Seokjin says, his voice slurred now. Namjoon, Yoongi and him are already tipsy, too.
“Just a bit,” he murmurs, playing with the next glass.
They all drink it slower this time, making conversation and sharing about their days. When that fifth glass is also done, he hears Yoongi tell Namjoon that they should dance. He slips out of his seat and tugs at Namjoon.
Namjoon seems hesitant for a moment, but he lets himself be dragged towards the dancing bodies. They disappear quickly in between and Jimin looks back down at the table. It’s getting late now, some people have left and the place isn’t as crowded anymore. Jimin has had enough to drink that he really needs to go to the bathroom now.
“Want to dance, too?” Seokjin asks, gesturing towards the dance floor.
Jimin shakes his head. “I’m gonna go pee.”
Seokjin snorts and shakes his head. “Very well. I, on the other hand, am gonna go ask a cutie to dance.”
Jimin opens his mouth to reply, but Seokjin is already beelining towards a large group. They’re all dancing together, but he sees Seokjin reach for one of them as soon as he reaches their side. Jimin smiles to himself and shakes his head. Out of the three of them, Seokjin is the wild one. He doesn’t do relationships, but he very much enjoys going home with people. He says it assures he doesn’t end up liking people that might hurt him.
It’s smart, if Jimin is being honest. Though, it’s not something he’s ever done. He prefers not to get involved with anyone whatsoever. It’s easier that way for him.
It takes him far too long to get to the bathroom. Fortunately, it’s empty and strangely clean. There seem to be people cleaning them up every once in a while, judging by the cleaning materials placed in the far corner. He steps into one of the stalls.
When he comes out, there’s a couple kissing close to the sink. They seem very much unfazed by Jimin’s presence, so Jimin pretends they’re not there as he washes his hands. He’s vaguely aware of them slipping into one of the stalls as he heads out of the bathroom. He’s barely stepped out when he bumps into someone. It’s so sudden it startles him and his hands shoot out to grab the person’s biceps, preventing them from falling.
It makes his head spin for a second, the force of it making him pause so he can collect himself. When he manages to come back to himself, he realizes he’s still holding onto the person’s arms. He clears his throat and pulls his hands away, his eyes meeting wide ones.
Jimin loses all ability to speak. He’s never seen eyes like the ones of the person standing in front of him. They look big on such a beautiful face. His features are sharp, but also gentle, his expression so soft. He’s wearing dangling earrings much like Jimin’s and they make him look somewhat elegant. His dark hair falls in long waves around his face, reaching right under his jaw. And what a sharp jaw―Jimin has half a mind to reach out and touch, see how soft his skin might be.
He can’t keep his eyes from moving down the guy’s body. He’s dressed in blue jeans, ripped along his knees and parts of his thighs. His white simple t-shirt is tucked into the waistband and his dark boots make him look so tall. The white shirt makes a deep contrast with the beautiful patterns of ink following around his right arm. They cover every inch of skin, bits of color every here and there. It’s fascinating. Jimin stares for a little too long before his eyes continue their quick exploration. He’s a bit taller than Jimin and a lot wider than him, so Jimin can’t help but think he looks intimidating. Damp strands of black curls fall over his forehead, his hair tucked behind his ears.
When Jimin realizes he’s staring, he immediately stops, pulling his gaze away.
“Sorry, are you okay?” He asks, slipping his hands into his pockets because he feels strangely nervous, like he might be trembling.
Maybe the alcohol is finally hitting him because he doesn’t remember the last time he felt nervous like this―or maybe it’s excitement. He’s not sure. There’s a flutter in the low of his belly that he doesn’t remember ever feeling.
“Yeah, just―” the guy starts, reaching up and squeezes at his nape. “I didn’t see you coming out,” he explains, a small laugh leaving his lips.
He has a nice smile. His lips are plump and his expression softens upon his smile and Jimin is once more staring.
“Sorry,” Jimin repeats, no other words coming to mind.
The guy’s smile grows just a bit and he nods.
“I guess I should apologize too,” he says, stepping aside and starting to walk around Jimin. Jimin turns, unable to stop himself from following him with his gaze. “Are you okay?” He asks, pausing by the bathroom’s entrance.
Jimin nods. It feels like a strange rush of emotions has washed over his body and he’s not sure he can move just yet. But he does his best to give the guy a smile.
“I’m okay,” he says, maybe a bit too low.
The music is still loud, despite the fact that they’re further into the club and further away from the speakers.
“Right,” the guy says, stepping forward into the bathroom. “I’ll um―yeah.”
He turns and slips into the bathroom. Jimin watches him go and only once he’s no longer in sight does he manage to come back to himself. Jimin has seen pretty people before. He’s met all kinds of people, actually. But he’s never felt this way towards a person he’s barely seen for a few minutes―maybe even seconds. He can’t find it within himself to move. He wants to see him again, even if he gives himself away if he’s found waiting out here for him.
Jimin takes too long to decide what to do. Minutes go by and suddenly the guy comes back out. He pauses upon seeing Jimin there, now leaning against the wall. He shouldn’t have waited. He should have left. What’s the point of staying? Jimin was going to go home after the bathroom break. He was leaving. And now he’s here, having waited for a guy he doesn’t even know.
He feels his cheeks heat when the guy steps into the empty hallway. He walks until he’s settled beside Jimin and he also leans against the wall, though his stance is much more relaxed. His arms hang by his sides and his head is tilted to the side, curiosity coloring his features. Jimin doesn’t know what to say. It’s not like he had a plan. He has no idea what he was even expecting by staying behind.
“Were you waiting for me?” He asks, a gleam in his eyes that makes Jimin struggle to breathe properly.
There’s something so nice about his voice. Jimin wishes he could hear it without the music disrupting them.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, unsure if this is something he wants to do.
He had no plans of meeting someone tonight. He was just going to have fun with his friends and then go home. But maybe it’s been too long since Jimin last went out because now that he’s here, all alone with this stranger, he doesn’t really want to leave.
The guy smiles. He shifts, turning so he’s leaning his arm against the wall. His hands are hidden behind his back now and he looks almost playful as he leans his head forward, as if to make sure Jimin hears him the next time he speaks.
“Could have warned me there was a couple fucking in the bathroom,” he says.
And the way he says it, so playfully, makes Jimin laugh. He doesn’t remember the last time someone other than Namjoon and Seokjin made him laugh. It’s nice, though. The buzz under his skin is heightened instantly. A thrill settles in his chest. He wants to feel it some more.
“Thought it was unfair I had to live through that on my own, don’t you think?”
The guy laughs and shakes his head. He watches him lower his head as he laughs, his body bending forward slightly. When he lifts his gaze again, he does it slowly and every single muscle in Jimin’s body locks up upon the sight. There’s something dark and alluring about his gaze now, how he smirks, as if he knows what he’s doing to Jimin, as if he knows he has his full attention.
Someone passes them by, a guy that lets his eyes wander towards Jimin. If he recognizes him, he doesn’t give any indication of it. He just looks away and slips into the bathroom, probably to encounter the same thing Jeongguk did before. They both snort, thinking the same thing.
Just then, the DJ pauses the music once more, this time to give a different announcement.
“Jeongguk, your friends are looking for you. You better not have left them behind when they’re celebrating your birthday with you!” He announces, before turning the music back up.
Jimin laughs. The DJ has to also be a friend of Jeongguk’s because he keeps pausing mid-song to give out announcements about his birthday and his friends.
“Ah, that would be me,” the guy says, leaning away from the wall. He’s suddenly settled in front of Jimin and once more, he seems tall enough it’s slightly intimidating. His hands are now hanging by his sides again and he looks towards the start of the hallway. “Seems like I’ve been gone for too long.”
Jimin’s eyebrows lift. “You’re the birthday boy?”
Jeongguk’s lips tug up into a grin. “Yup, I’m the birthday boy,” he announces with an excited expression. There’s something so boyish about him. He’s hot, there’s no denying that. But there’s also something cute about him that Jimin can’t stop thinking about.
Jimin hums. “Happy birthday, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk’s grin grows. And Jimin is once more fascinated by him. He doesn’t remember the last time he met someone like Jeongguk. Someone that smiles so much and looks like such a free soul. Someone that has the ability to make Jimin want to be engulfed by that brightness. It’s like a rush of excitement. It takes over his whole body, the permanent flutter in his chest making it hard to breathe.
His heart is beating fast, he realizes.
Jeongguk’s smile slowly disappears.
“Are you here alone?” He asks. The way he voices it out makes Jimin’s heart jump. The music is still too loud and Jeongguk isn’t close enough to hear him properly, so Jimin briefly wonders if he’s just imagining it. But then Jeongguk steps closer and leans in to speak closer into his ear. “Wanna dance?”
Jimin swallows down the lump in his throat. He wondered before just how far he’d take this―whatever it might be. The thought of dancing with Jeongguk is alluring enough he wants to instantly say yes. But he hasn’t danced in years and the thought of being surrounded by all of those people makes him quickly shake his head.
“I don’t really dance,” he replies softly. Jeongguk’s head tilts to the side, as if he’s analyzing Jimin’s words. Maybe he wants to figure out if Jimin is rejecting him or if he’s being genuine about his response. “But I wouldn’t mind talking for a little bit longer,” he adds, hoping Jeongguk would like to stay as well.
At that, Jeongguk’s smile grows. He steps closer suddenly and Jimin straightens up, leaning away from the wall. He pulls his hands out of his pockets, itching to reach out for Jeongguk. He’s still not sure where this is heading, it’s been far too long since he was last in a situation like this one and he’s not entirely sure if Jeongguk is interested in him.
“I wouldn’t mind that, either,” Jeongguk says, stepping even closer. Jimin feels his back bump into the wall again, though now it feels like he’s being caged by Jeongguk’s body. “I wouldn’t mind at all,” he adds, softer now, leaning into Jimin’s space.
It doesn’t seem like they’re going to talk. Not with the way Jeongguk is leaning into him. Hands hover close to him, in between them. Jeongguk’s gaze is focused on his hands, but he glances upwards, as if searching for Jimin’s eyes to look for permission to touch. Jimin doesn’t remember the last time he was touched. It feels exciting enough that he reaches for Jeongguk’s forearms and tugs at them. Jeongguk’s hands touch his hips.
Their bodies press together and Jimin suddenly finds it even harder to breathe. Jeongguk feels warm and firm. And Jimin forgets all about everything that isn’t him. There’s no work. There are no responsibilities. He’s not Park Jimin, CEO of Park Enterprises. He’s just Jimin, a guy in a nightclub, getting lost in the touch of a stranger.
“So, birthday boy,” he murmurs, suddenly feeling brave and wanting to drag this out for as long as he possibly can. “How has your birthday been so far? Having a good time?”
Jeongguk hums and Jimin only hears it because their cheeks are pressed together, Jeongguk’s mouth close enough to his ear, he can feel his breath brushing over his heated skin. A shudder travels down his body.
“I was having a good time,” Jeongguk replies softly. “Not gonna lie, though, I’m glad I took a bathroom break.”
Jimin places his hands on Jeongguk’s abdomen. He touches strong muscle, wonders what it might look like under the soft fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt. He slides his hands across his waist―such a small waist―and towards his back. He wraps his arms around him, splaying out his hands to press him closer. Jeongguk makes a soft, pleased sound, his lips pressing under Jimin’s earlobe.
It’s a struggle to breathe properly when Jeongguk is this close and he smells so good. His cologne has worn off slightly, as if he’s been dancing for hours. Jimin lets his nose drag across Jeongguk’s jaw, down and down, his cheek brushing against Jeongguk’s. He tilts his head back, letting it bump into the wall. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he looks at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk looks back, though his gaze slides downwards, settling on Jimin’s lips. It hits Jimin that he hasn’t kissed anyone in at least two years. He hasn’t been this close to someone in a long time. It’s nerve-wracking, but also something so overwhelming. He didn’t know how badly he needed it until now. Jeongguk’s touch elicits a desire inside of him that spreads like wildfire.
He swallows down the lump in his throat.
“I’m also glad I took a bathroom break before leaving,” Jimin whispers, marveling in the way Jeongguk’s eyes stare at his mouth as he speaks. “You’re very beautiful,” he adds. He slides one of his hands down and lets it settle on the low of Jeongguk’s back, fingers grazing the fabric of his jeans. His other hand slides up Jeongguk’s side, over his shoulder and slips into his hair. He plays with the soft strands, loving the way they slip in between his fingers, almost like silk.
“You’re very beautiful, too,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning in until his nose brushes against Jimin’s. “I saw you before,” he adds. “At the bar. I didn’t muster up the courage to approach you. I guess it all turned out good in the end, though.”
The fact that he saw Jimin earlier, that he liked what he saw, makes Jimin’s self-control disappear. He pulls Jeongguk closer, enough that their lips almost brush against each other. Jeongguk’s mouth parts and Jimin is filled with this intense need to cover that space quickly and kiss him. He doesn’t, though. He’s nervous. He feels like a teenager all over again.
Jeongguk’s hands leave his hips and suddenly cup his cheeks and Jimin’s eyes flutter shut.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his voice so soft Jimin is almost sure he’s imagined it.
But when he nods, Jeongguk’s lips form a smile―he feels it because it happens right when he’s pressing his lips to Jimin’s. It’s like fireworks explode around him. The music fades away and all Jimin can hear is the rapid beating of his heart in his ears. All he can feel is the touch of Jeongguk’s hands, how they smooth down his neck, across his shoulders, down his arms, they move back to his hips and tug, making Jimin’s body arch into him.
Jimin lets him do as he pleases, his hand closing tighter around the strands he’s holding onto. His other hand settles on Jeongguk’s neck, thumb brushing over his throat. A low groan leaves Jeongguk’s throat and Jimin feels the vibration against his fingers. He feels the way Jeongguk’s hands tighten around his hips and the way his thigh fits in-between his own, making his legs spread slightly.
He feels good against Jimin’s body. He feels so perfect. Jimin wants to stay here the rest of the night. He wants to get lost in Jeongguk and never think about anything else again.
“Your mouth is so soft,” Jeongguk whispers against his lips. Jimin can’t breathe. He falls back against the wall again, unable to keep himself up without the added support. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind, though. He pins Jimin deeper into the wall, one of his hands wandering downwards, it settles on Jimin’s thigh. He tentatively brushes over the spot, as if he’s unsure of how much he can touch. If Jimin is being honest with himself, he’d let Jeongguk touch anywhere he wants right now. He’s entirely at his mercy, unable to pull back.
He just wants to keep going and going, until he really can’t breathe, until their lips are swollen and they’ve gotten a bit too carried away.
Jimin places his hand on top of Jeongguk’s, squeezes once in what he hopes is a reassuring touch.
“You can touch,” he murmurs against his mouth. Jeongguk grunts, his teeth biting down on Jimin’s lower lip. He tugs at it hard enough it stings just the slightest bit. Jimin sighs, pressing closer to Jeongguk. He fists the back of his shirt before letting his hand venture downwards. He hesitates as he reaches lower. “Can I touch?” He asks, the same way Jeongguk asked for a kiss.
“Mhm,” Jeongguk hums, his stop brief enough Jimin doesn’t even notice it. He’s back to moving his mouth desperately against his, tongue sliding across Jimin’s lower lip. Until Jimin parts his mouth and lets Jeongguk take. “Fuck,” he exhales, licking into Jimin’s mouth. “I could kiss you for hours.”
Jimin wants that. He wants Jeongguk to touch him more. It’s been too long and nothing has ever felt this good. Jimin dips his hand lower, until it settles on Jeongguk’s ass cheek. He keeps it there, just a firm hold. Jeongguk seems to love it, though. He moans softly against Jimin’s mouth and his hips press closer and Jimin feels a shudder travel down his body.
Jeongguk’s fingers curl around his thigh, squeezing tightly before sliding up and settling on his ass, too. He holds him firmly against his body, they’re touching everywhere that matters and Jimin even forgets where they are. He forgets they’re in a nightclub and that someone is bound to come along soon. But he can’t find it within himself to care. It feels too good to kiss Jeongguk. It feels too good to be in his arms and to be touching him. His mouth is warm and he tastes a bit like alcohol, also sweet. His lips seemed to have lipgloss on them. Or maybe Jimin’s brain is making that up.
“I love the way you taste,” Jimin confesses. “So fucking sweet.”
Jeongguk’s lips tug up into a smirk, but Jimin’s kissing is quick to take that away. Jeongguk makes a sound against his mouth, his other hand tugging at Jimin’s shirt, as if he wants to pull it out of the waistband of his pants. He tugs at the fabric desperately, his body also pressing deeper into Jimin. It’s a struggle. They both want to be closer, but they’re as close as they can be right now.
Jimin lets both his hands settle on Jeongguk’s ass cheeks now. He presses him closer as he parts his lips and slows down the kiss. So slow it’s far too sensual and it starts to make heat settle in the low of his belly. Jeongguk mumbles something that Jimin doesn’t quite catch, but it doesn’t seem to matter because Jeongguk is already kissing him again.
His hands are back on Jimin’s cheeks and he has him pinned to the wall and Jimin wants nothing more than to be enveloped by him for hours. In the end, it’s him who manages to successfully pull Jeongguk’s shirt out of his pants. His hands sink under his shirt, touching his heated skin. It’s so soft and so perfect under his fingers. Jeongguk groans, his back arching slightly. His arm slips around Jimin’s shoulder, the other one in his hair, tilting his head back. It’s a struggle to keep kissing him when he’s being touched like this.
But Jimin does his best. He lets his nails scratch at Jeongguk’s skin gently, trailing his hands downwards as he explores the expanse of his back. He grips his waist, marveling at how small it is. Wide shoulders, small waist, the perfect combination. Jimin wants to explore more.
He’s just about ready to suggest they go somewhere more private when the sound of footsteps interrupt his thoughts. He’s more than decided to ignore it, but notices the footsteps stop instead of moving past them. He leans away from Jeongguk because he just can’t help it. He’s breathless, his chest heaving, but his gaze slides to the left, where Seokjin is standing behind Jeongguk.
Jeongguk is entirely unaware that Jimin just stopped because someone is looking at them. His face burrows in Jimin’s neck and he kisses at his skin just as slowly as he was kissing him before. It makes Jimin struggle to keep his eyes open and Seokjin smirks, shaking his head.
“Oh, how the tables have turned,” he voices out, continuing on his way into the bathroom.
Jeongguk looks back, then, watching Seokjin’s retreating form. When he looks back at Jimin, his eyebrow is cocked upwards. It’s a funny sight, considering Jeongguk’s plump lips are swollen and red and his lust-filled eyes are heavy-lidded as they stare back at him.
“You know him?” He asks, breathless.
Jimin swallows thickly, suddenly once more becoming aware of his surroundings.
“Yeah, he’s my best friend,” he murmurs, voice shaky.
Jeongguk’s lips form a small ‘oh’ and then his lips tug up into a big smile. He starts to lean in again, before Jimin can muster up the courage to suggest they go somewhere else. He never manages to press his lips to Jimin’s. Someone calls out Jeongguk’s name, then.
“Jeongguk!” They both turn to look towards the source of the voice. A guy with very bright blue hair is making his way towards them. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I almost thought you’d gone home,” he says, slapping at his shoulder. Jimin is still struggling to breathe, but he’s momentarily held captive by the way Jeongguk’s smile turns unapologetic as he looks at his friend.
“Was kinda preoccupied, hyung,” he responds.
It seems to hit the guy just then that Jeongguk is very much not alone. He blinks back at Jeongguk before looking at Jimin. His eyes widen.
“Oh my god, I’m clearly too drunk,” he mumbles. “Sorry for interrupting, I just um―I’ll go and―” he stumbles as he tries to step back and leans his hand against the wall to stabilize himself.
Jeongguk’s expression shifts into worry. He looks at Jimin, this time showing him an apologetic smile. Jimin doesn’t want him to let go, but he can see that Jeongguk is worried about his seemingly drunk friend and so he lets him go slowly, hands dropping to his sides. He misses his warmth instantly.
“Want to go home, hyung?” Jeongguk asks. “You were fine before I left the table. How did you get this drunk?”
“Was dancing with this handsome guy, I dunno,” his friend says, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Didn’t mean to cockblock you, I’m sorry. You can―”
“It’s fine,” Jeongguk interrupts. He looks at Jimin, seemingly embarrassed. “Let’s go home, hyung.”
The guy says something, though Jimin isn’t quite sure of what. Jeongguk seems to hear him though because he laughs and shakes his head. The guy’s arms are still wrapped around Jeongguk’s shoulders and he’s mumbling to himself, but Jeongguk’s attention is on Jimin. He reaches out, still close enough that he can wrap his fingers around Jimin’s forearm.
“Sorry for leaving so suddenly,” he says softly.
Jimin’s heart is still pounding in his chest and he wants to say something, he wants to ask Jeongguk to kiss him one last time. But he’s breathless and overwhelmed by everything he’s felt, so all he manages is to reply weakly.
“It’s okay,” he reassures. “I hope you had a nice birthday.”
Jeongguk grins. “It’s definitely starting out great,” he replies. Then, his gaze softens and his fingers slide downwards, intertwining with Jimin’s just briefly. He gives his hand a firm squeeze. “Goodbye.”
He says it like he doesn’t want to. Like he wishes he didn’t have to go just yet. Jimin squeezes back before Jeongguk’s fingers slip away from his. A strange sort of ache settles in Jimin’s heart.
“Goodbye, Jeongguk,” he whispers, though Jeongguk doesn’t seem to hear him.
He’s already heading away with his friend still clinging to his shoulders. They round the corner and disappear and Jimin slumps back against the wall. It all suddenly washes over him. The fact that he kissed a total stranger. The fact that he didn’t want to let go of said stranger, that he was even considering taking him home.
It’s then that it hits him―he didn’t tell Jeongguk his name. He didn’t even ask for his number. As realization dawns on him, he wonders why he’s worrying about it when it’s someone he barely knows and Jimin hasn’t let anyone new into his life in years. Why does the thought of not seeing Jeongguk ever again settle an ugly feeling in his chest?
“Oh? Did I scare off your friend? Seemed like you were having fun,” Seokjin teases. Jimin is so lost in thought, he can’t find it within himself to brush him off. “Jimin? Are you okay? What happened?”
Jimin swallows down the lump in his throat and shakes his head. “Nothing happened,” he mumbles. “He just had to go.”
Seokjin leans against the wall beside him. “You look kinda…lost. Was it that good?”
That snaps him out of it. He laughs and shakes his head. He closes his eyes and covers his face with his hands.
“It was,” he murmurs. “So good I forgot to give him my name.”
Seokjin is quiet for a long moment. Then he’s laughing so hard, it only makes Jimin even more embarrassed. He groans and pulls his hands away from his face. He fixes his shirt, hoping he doesn’t look as disheveled as he feels.
“Did you get his number, at least?” Seokjin asks, after he’s done laughing.
Jimin sighs. “I forgot, I can’t―stop laughing,” he groans, though he can’t help the way his lips form a smile. Tonight has gone completely different to how he thought it might. If anything, it’s gone entirely the opposite to what he expected.
“I’m sorry, I just―” Seokjin says between laughs. He shakes his head. “How did you forget to at least give him your name? How are you supposed to find him now?”
Jimin opens his mouth to reply, but stops himself. He thinks about it for a moment. The kiss was unlike anything he’s felt before. Jeongguk was unlike anybody he’s ever met. But…what point is there in searching for him? He wants to. He wants to so badly. He wants to see him again and kiss him like that once more and get lost in him.
And then…what? He doesn’t even know him. The thought makes the ache in his heart come back. He pushes it away, wills himself to focus on the kiss, on the way it made him feel. He doesn’t want to think about the what if’s. He just wants to keep the memory of Jeongguk’s lips fresh in his head.
“It doesn’t matter,” he mumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m glad I came, though,” he adds, giving Seokjin a smile. “I’ll make sure to come more often.”
Seokjin snorts. “Sure you will. I’m glad you had fun,” he points out. “That’s the only thing that matters to me and Namjoon.”
Jimin nods. He knows. He murmurs a quick thank you and gestures for Seokjin to follow him.
“Where’s hyung?”
“Left with Yoongi a while ago,” Seokjin replies. “How are you getting home? Is Jungheon outside?”
Jimin shakes his head. “I sent him home. I’ll just get a cab.”
Seokjin seems unsure about it, but Jimin knows he’ll also be getting a cab. They leave the night club together and accompany each other until their cabs arrive. After saying their goodbyes, Jimin slips into the passenger seat.
He keeps his head down the whole ride, exhaustion once more starting to wash over him. And still, he thinks about Jeongguk all the way to his place. Even after he’s slipped into his bedroom, he’s still thinking about him. He takes his clothes off lazily and only keeps his briefs before climbing onto the far too big bed. It feels especially big tonight. A part of him can’t stop wondering what it would have been like to come home with Jeongguk, to have him in his bed when he woke up.
Would the bed stop feeling as big as it does if he were sharing it with Jeongguk? The thought makes him groan and he rolls onto his abdomen, burrowing his face into the pillow. It’s useless to think about it. There’s no point.
And yet, Jeongguk remains in his thoughts for long, even as exhaustion starts to make his body feel too heavy. Even then, Jeongguk is still in his mind. The way his body felt against his, the way his hands touched him, so gently but also so urgently. The way his hands felt in Jimin’s hair and the way he groaned against his mouth―moaned so softly.
Jimin rolls onto his back again, his hand slipping under his briefs. He’s half-hard just thinking about it.
Maybe he’s pent up. Maybe it’s been too long since the last time he felt the warmth of another person―much less a person that somehow managed to make him feel more than he has in years. The arousal in the low of his belly feels somewhat unfamiliar. Whenever he’s jerked off lately, it hasn’t been as desperate as this. He groans, hips lifting off the bed as he strokes upwards.
Jeongguk’s face pops into his mind. Jimin is so angry at himself for not telling him his name. It would have been nice to hear him say it. To hear him moan it into his mouth as they kissed. If he had suggested to go somewhere else, would Jeongguk have agreed?
Jimin has been so careful for years, never letting anyone in, never trusting anyone but his two best friends. And then, suddenly, he was considering taking a stranger home. It’s just that…Jeongguk didn’t know him. For Jeongguk, Jimin was probably just a stranger, too. Someone to have fun with. Nothing to worry about. And Jimin craves that so badly oftentimes, being someone nobody knows.
Your mouth is so soft, Jeongguk’s words come back to him, then.
Jeongguk’s mouth was soft. It was warm and soft and gentle and the kiss was unlike any other Jimin has ever had. It’s sad, really, that in his twenty-eight years of life, he’s never had something as perfect as what he lived tonight. Something meaningful, even though it was quick and gone within minutes.
He closes his eyes and focuses on the thought of Jeongguk. Tonight helped him forget about the rest of his thoughts collecting in his head. He doesn’t want to go back to them. He wants to think about Jeongguk only.
With his free hand, he tugs his briefs down until they’re around his thighs. He uses both hands to stroke himself. The thought of Jeongguk is enough to have him dripping already, pre-cum collecting at the tip. He spreads it over his cock to make the glide slicker and better. His toes curl in pleasure.
“Jeongguk,” he exhales, tilting his head back, imagining the softness of his lips under his earlobe again, trailing kisses downwards, settling on his throat.
He imagines his big hands trailing Jimin’s body, touching his skin. God, if only he’d managed to tug his shirt out of his pants, Jeongguk’s fingers would have touched his skin. He wants it so badly. He groans in frustration, squeezing his hand tightly around the base of his cock and using the other one to rub his palm against the head.
“Fuck.”
Pleasure escalates as he works himself towards his orgasm. It feels good to touch himself and imagine Jeongguk in front of him. He can vividly remember the way he kissed him, the way he moved his lips against his and how he called him beautiful. How he said he was looking at him when he was at the bar. A wave of excitement takes over Jimin and he stops teasing himself. Instead, he drops a hand onto the sheets and fists them tightly as he uses a single hand to jerk himself off.
He thinks about Jeongguk’s hands, about his mouth. About his body pressed to his. He thinks about Jeongguk pinning him to the bed instead, kissing him as urgently as he did earlier. He thinks about him until a string of moans and curses fall off his tongue and his muscles pull.
His orgasm washes over him full force, makes his hips jerk and his body shake and Jimin gets lost in bliss. It’s too much. He whimpers and rolls onto his side, folding in on himself as the overwhelming sensations take over him in waves. It seems to last for a lifetime. His toes curl so hard it hurts and his muscles tense, his eyes closed tight.
When it’s over and the post-orgasm clarity comes to him, he feels his cheeks heat up and embarrassment take over him. The last time he ever jerked off to the thought of someone was when he was in college and had a crush on a guy that he only ever talked to a couple of times. But this is different. It’s so different and he can’t even explain why.
There’s something about Jeongguk that he can’t let go of. As he groans and stands to clean himself up before actually sleeping, he once more wishes he’d given Jeongguk his name, at least asked for his number. If only he had a way to see him again. Disappointment flutters in his chest as he drops down on the bed completely naked but cleaned up.
Sleep comes to him easier now, though his dreams are filled with plump lips, big hands and pretty wide eyes. Bambi eyes, he thinks. Jeongguk has bambi eyes. And it’s the cutest thing ever.