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i.
"sir?"
hoseok's eyes drift from the voluptuous titties popping out from the cover of some men's magazine until they land on the soft round face of the cashier who rang him up moments ago. the man's eyes flick over to scan the cover of the mag hoseok was just ogling and then lock right back onto hoseok's face. the smile spread out on his cheeks didn't waver.
"you forgot your license."
hoseok nods and rises from his squat, gripping his beer and taking his driver's license from the man's hands. or was it a boy? hoseok notices how small and plump this guy's hands were compared to his own narrow, bony fingers.
"thank you. sorry, over here being a pervert," hoseok grins.
"no problem," the man cocks his head and smirks back, and this time hoseok notices the chipped tooth, which somehow made the other man appear younger and boyish again. maybe he chipped it in a childhood scuffle? the man turns on his heels and returns to his place behind the register.
ii.
four more trips back to the corner store in two weeks finally prompts the cashier to inquire more about hoseok. not in a formal way, of course. once again, hoseok stands by the magazines (with his license this time) staring at another lewd cover (schoolgirl's pantyshot), when the cashier sidles up next to him and tosses an arm casually around the magazine stand.
"here you are again. can't you find porn online like everybody else, sir?" the man teases, dragging out the 'sir' and grinning that superstar smile.
"i'm easily distracted, i swear!" hoseok can't help but beam like an idiot when the cashier flashes those pretty teeth at him. "and you calling me sir all the time makes me feel old as hell. you can call me hoseok."
the cashier nods, suddenly looking down at his feet and adjusting the ties on his apron. flustered? "my name is jimin...anyway, i'll leave you to your titties or whatever." one more sweet smile and he scurries away.
hoseok watches him scatter, then adds, "i'm not really interested in them, anyway."
jimin turns back, mid-step, eyebrows raised.
hoseok shrugs. "can't help but stare when they're there. because, tits. but i'm not interested..." as his voice trails off, he scans the shorter man from head to toe, letting his gaze rest back at jimin's eyes.
a soft, shy smile. "you really are easily distracted, hyung," jimin whispers.
iii.
hoseok isn't one for beating around the bush and being nervous, so the next time he stops by the corner store, he doesn't buy beer or stare at magazines, just asks jimin the cute cashier out on a date. jimin happily obliges, and with three, four, five cafe dates (jimin was determined to move slow) over the weeks, hoseok was pleasantly delighted to discover that jimin was just as touchy-feely as he was.
intertwining fingers under the cafe tables and rubbing knees together on the book store's reading couches quickly turned into nibbling on necks on abandoned street corners and planting messy kisses all over each other's faces when they greeted each other at every outing.
finally, they end up snuggling and making out on the love seat in hoseok's apartment. finally, hoseok gets to kiss and lick the tantalizing skin underneath all those cute indie band t-shirts jimin loves to wear. finally, hoseok is able to slide his fingers across that deliciously heated skin and begin sinking his hands past the waistband of his lover's sinfully tight jeans...
and jimin jerks back as if he were electrocuted.
he shimmies out from under hoseok's touch and calmly adjusts his clothing, reaching across the floor for his shoes. "we can't, hyung," he says softly.
hoseok is stunned. "why?"
but jimin is already at the door, not meeting his eyes, rushing before hoseok can even stand. "i'll see you when i'm off on friday. good night, hyung."
iv.
two agonizingly slow days pass, and when jimin is next over at hoseok's apartment, the older man pours affection over him. plays with his fingers, kisses his arms, places him in his lap so he can inhale his lover's hair, the fresh cucumber scent of jimin's shampoo. hoseok is pissed and wants an explanation, but he doesn't want to yell or alarm jimin, so he forces himself to remain gentle.
but that doesn't mean he won't get right to the point. "you ran away like i hurt you or something and you wouldn't even talk to me for two whole days. if i did something wrong, tell me, but don't just ignore me and think i'm not going to ask about it." he bites his tongue immediately afterwards; calm down, calm down.
jimin's breath hitches, he presses a slow kiss to hoseok's temple. "i'm sorry. you're right. you didn't do anything wrong, hyung. it's just...i...." he pauses, screws his face up for a moment. "giving head is a gateway drug."
the older man would have cackled if he hadn't been killing himself with overthinking this for the past forty-eight hours. so instead, thick silence radiates throughout the apartment. "what?" he finally asks.
jimin won't meet his gaze. "i know you were going to get me off and i know that would have lead to you trying other things...am i right?" now he shyly glances up, long enough to see hoseok nod, then looks across the room blankly again.
"i don't like...i don't like penetration, hyung."
more dead silence.
so he continues. "and it's not something i want to work on. i don't really like being...fingered or...you know...and it's always been like this. i don't like how it feels. and i didn't want to tell you in the middle of us doing things last time and ruin the mood," he picks at a loose string on his shirt, mumbling, "but i can tell from the way you touch me it's something you've been wanting to do for weeks now. but i just don't like it. and i didn't want to disappoint you."
he laughs absentmindedly after a moment, rolls his eyes. "although i probably am now."
hoseok stares, at a loss for words. he manages to sputter out that he's not disappointed, at the very least, but he doesn't sound convincing at all and jimin picks up on it.
"should i leave?" he whispers so quietly it's barely audible, hands trembling.
"no," hoseok whispers back.
immediately, the younger man springs up and begins overturning couch pillows, busying himself. "so can we watch tv and just hang for the rest of the night? work was killer this week and i just want to relax."
hoseok isn't certain if he says "sure" or just thinks it, but it doesn't matter; jimin doesn't look his way or even look him in the eyes for the rest of the night, and they spend hours staring at some random sitcom on tv, but not really watching anything at all.
v.
a week of no contact, until one day during his lunch break at work, jimin checks his phone and sees a text from hoseok pleading for them to meet up when they're both free from work. jimin sighs and replies back that he will be by his place afterwards, and he just knows they're going to end things.
apparently jimin doesn't know shit because when he pops up at his lover's apartment, hoseok throws the door wide open (scaring the shit out of the poor man) and yanks him inside, instantly peppering him with kisses.
jimin bends at the waist to stop the barrage on his face, giggling despite the pit of fear growing in his stomach, and only laughs harder when he sees hoseok suddenly crouching on the floor face to face with him, half a dozen roses hanging out of his mouth.
"ahm sowee!" he mumbles through a mouthful of stems.
jimin plops down on the floor and plucks the roses free, one by one, smiling softly as he twirls them in his hands. "try again."
"i'm sorry." hoseok takes a deep breath. "i know it was a real asshole move to not talk about what you told me a week ago, when it happened...i should have said something, anything. i was shocked. i...sex is a big thing for me." he shrugs. "i'm not going to lie. i'm not going to act like i haven't been fantasizing about fucking you since i first saw you. i told you i was a pervert."
jimin blinks and opens his mouth to interject, but hoseok keeps right on trucking.
"i don't want to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with, baby," he rubs the younger man's thigh idly, "i would never want to betray your trust, you know? i care about you. but how..." he flails his hands in the air. "how are we going to be intimate with each other, then? head can only do so much."
"oh my god, shut up, stop!" jimin finally yelps and hoseok jumps. the younger man lays the flowers on the floor and leans forward, his mouth forming an irritated line. "you're fucking joking. you think the only way we can fuck is if i'm the one taking it?"
you could have knocked hoseok over with a leaf.
his eyes went comically round. "w-what?"
jimin tuts, grabs hoseok by the thighs, and lifts them so that the taller man's legs are wrapped around his waist. when he pulls him closer, hoseok loses balance and flops backward so that he's flush with his back against the floor and his ass all up on jimin's lap.
jimin hovers over him and runs his hands up and down hoseok's narrow thighs, slowly, distractedly. "hyung...all this time we've spent together and you're really surprised by this? i may not like being fucked but i definitely...absolutely...want to fuck you..." he draws out the end of his sentence, pressing his plump lips onto hoseok's throat, gently nipping and sucking.
"oh," hoseok whimpers, feeling currents of electricity course up his spine. his skin felt like it was ablaze. "oh...oh, shit. oh my god," he keeps hissing as his lover licks and bites a trail down his collarbone.
"hyung, have you ever bottomed before?" jimin asks softly, planting a path of blooming bruises on the man's body.
"no, never," hoseok mewls, surprised at how quickly he's becoming putty and easing himself into jimin's advances. after a moment, he shyly looks up under his eyelashes and wiggles deeper into the younger man's lap, murmuring, "will you be gentle with me?"
jimin coos back instantly, "yes, baby, of course." then he smiles, as charming as ever, before mimicking hoseok: "i'm not going to act like i haven't been fantasizing about fucking you since i first saw you."