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The bass pounds, reverberating through Jimin’s body, and he moves easily with its ebbs and flows. The music is loud, the changes in songs coming fast from the DJ booth, rhythms swelling and bumping, crescendos almost being reached, then transitioning to a different beat.
Jimin loves to dance. It’s one of the only ways he can actually lose himself, helped along by the alcohol and the gaggle of women dancing with him, teasing and laughing and effortlessly sexy. He knows he's safe here, in control, the only worry ensuring that everyone’s drinks stay topped up and the music remains fierce.
The other thing that Jimin loves about dancing is this: it makes people notice him. They catch his eye and smile, or stare outright. They rake their eyes down his body and, sometimes, Jimin looks back. Not always, especially not in a straight bar like this one. But sometimes he does, when the right person catches his eye. Male, of course. Uncertain, maybe, but still with a hunger that is unmistakable in their eyes, even if they don’t quite recognize it themselves yet.
Jimin plays it safe. He has to, given that any guy who approaches him in a bar like this, almost stereotypically hetero with it’s half price ladies nights, it’s sleek yet boring modern decor, with a dancefloor ringed with booths making it easy for the neanderthals to ogle the mostly female crowd, will at best be closeted. Most of the time they’re straight guys looking to experiment, intrigued by the way Jimin’s small waist, or his strong thighs, clearly outlined in painted-on jeans, or his more-than-generous ass, or his lips, shiny with gloss, make them feel.
Given that, Jimin is cautious, making sure they are enthusiastically into it, into him, even if it is their first time with a guy. He refuses to pursue any straight guy, but he will oblige if they come to him, which they often do, grabbing his wrist on his way to the washroom, or approaching him at the bar when it’s his turn to get a round. Sometimes they’re aggressive, clearly having made their minds up while watching him dance that he’s up for it. Jimin let’s them believe it if he wants to, if they’re hot enough. Sometimes they’re submissive, stuttering and nervous, and Jimin likes them that way too, if they’re cute enough.
Jimin actually prefers this kind of hook up over the ones he sometimes engages in at gay bars for one simple reason: Jimin doesn’t date. His life is too busy, his job takes too much out of him, and what he really needs at the end of a long day is the sweet relief of a good orgasm, and then the uncomplicated peace of leaving afterwards, going home to a warm bath and maybe some more wine before he wraps himself in his own clean sheets (straight guys don’t tend to have the best cleaning habits) and gets a good night sleep. And sure, there are lots of men at the gay bars in Seoul who are simply in it for a one night stand, but it’s almost always easier this way. Less chance for complication, less chance the guy will get clingy, or that he’ll run into him next time he’s out.
So he’s careful, making sure he’s the one who chooses, and always in control. His rules are simple: he goes back to their place or a hotel, sex is always safe with a condom and a generous amount of lube, he never stays the night and very rarely does he cuddle afterwards, and he never sleeps with the guy more than once. Strictly one night stands. It’s always worked for him, and he sees no reason to change.
Jimin is at this particular bar tonight because it's Jihyo’s birthday and it was her choice. Jimin works with mostly women and they all love him: love how fun he is at work and especially when they go out, love that they can dance with him without being worried about being called a tease, love that he can act as a shield against creeps who take things too far, love that he always compliments them and gives them outfit advice. And he loves them back. He goes out with them maybe a few times a month, more when he’s feeling extra stressed and needing more relief than usual.
Tonight there’s six of them out together, and although the place wouldn’t be his choice, he’s happy if Jihyo’s happy, which she is, all drunk and giggly from the attention. They’ve had several rounds of shots so they’re all on their way to the sloppier part of the night, at which point picking someone up will be off the table for Jimin. Another one of his rules: he can’t be too drunk.
He turns while he dances, scanning the room one more time in case he catches anyone watching. He had a truly awful day at work and could use some fun of the bedroom variety. The day was so bad that he had gone straight home to dye his hair and pre-game for their night out. He’s sporting a cloud of soft pink hair, and he was surprised how much he loved it. It brings out the pink in his lips, which he highlighted with a generous amount of gloss. He’s dressed simply in a pair of ripped jeans, a tight white tank top, and a blue cardigan that accentuates the softness of his hair, slipping off of one shoulder.
As he scans the room, he sees a pair of eyes looking back. He turns a little more so he can get a better look. It’s a boy in one of the booths. He’s smack dab in the middle of a large group of men, most of them older, in outdated suits, intent on their beer and conversation. The pair of eyes looking at him, however, belong to someone much younger.
He looks to be about Jimin’s age. Jimin can’t see much of him but his face is stunning. His eyes are large for his face. His nose is distinctive, making his face memorable, his lips below forming a sweet cupid’s bow. His hair is dark, wavy locks giving him a bit more of a youthful look than his friends, if that’s what they are.
Jimin looks away, wanting to test his theory. He dances a bit closer to Chaewon, pulling a face and making her laugh as he swings them around, changing their positions and shifting them several feet to the left. He then dips around, and looks again at the booth. The boy’s head has shifted with them. He’s watching Jimin, that’s for sure.
Jimin hears the music shift from a bouncy pop song to something a little more sultry, deep bass implying moving hips. So Jimin moves his, a little more sexy, aiming his flirting at his friends, but throwing a glance every once in a while at the booth. He feels a thrill move him as he sees the boy keep his gaze, blatantly ignoring his friends or colleagues.
He’s handsome, really handsome, and something about his gaze is so sexy: his assuredness paired with the innocent look of his wide eyes creating an irresistible combination. Jimin wonders if his body matches his face. He wonders what those eyes would do if he were to undress in front of him, wonders what the hair would feel like between his fingers, whether the waves are as soft as they look.
Jimin hasn’t felt this interested in a long time. Sure, he’s attracted to the guys he goes home with. Occasionally one of them even intrigues him a little, but he always makes sure he’s the one being pursued. He might be willing to do the pursuing for this guy. But first he decides to try the obvious moves. He whispers to Chaewon that he’s hitting the bathroom and then walks away from the dancefloor, taking the long way to make sure he can pass by the mystery man’s booth. As he does, he lets his cardigan slip down his arms the rest of the way, exposing both shoulders and the glow of his slightly sweaty skin.
He glances towards the table as he passes by and sees that the dark haired boy is following him with his eyes while trying to be subtle: sneaking quick glances while trying not to turn his head too much. Jimin smiles at him and the boy’s eyes open wider. Then he continues on to the bathroom, pretty sure that he’ll be followed, or at least approached on his way back to the dancefloor.
He washes his hands quickly while checking out his reflection in the mirror, touching gently at his pink locks to shift them into place. He’s glad he went with the look he did tonight, something softly sexy and not too intimidating, perfect for someone looking to maybe experiment with some strange new feelings. Jimin smirks at himself in the mirror and then adds some more gloss from the tube in his pocket to his lips before heading back out.
He’s disappointed, however. He isn’t approached on his way back to the dancefloor and when he risks a glance at the booth, he doesn’t see the boy. He pouts. He thought he had gotten him, hook, line, and sinker. He dances, distracted, as he scans the rest of the club. Usually, he wouldn’t think twice about it. If a guy doesn’t want him enough to come up to him, he doesn’t want him back. For this guy, Jimin might risk being a tad more aggressive.
There! He thinks he spots the boy’s wavy hair at the bar, waiting to get the bartender’s attention. At least he thinks it’s him, he can only see glimpses in the crowd and the acrobatics his body is performing to try to get a better look decides it for him. He’s definitely intrigued enough to play the more assertive part.
He dances over to Jihyo and makes sure the birthday girl is happy before whispering his plans to her. Her eyes light up with delight and she gives him a “Go get ‘em, tiger!” before practically shoving him away. Jimin laughs and then beelines it for the bar.
He loses sight of the guy as he tries to push his way through the crowd. He makes it to the bar but doesn’t see him. He sighs as he leans against the counter, waiting for the bartender to be free. He can at least buy another round of shots for the girls and drink his disappointment away.
He feels a gentle tap on his arm and he turns, ready to turn someone down. Despite Jimin feeling like his whole look screams “gay!” from the top of its lungs, women still sometimes try to pick him up.
When he turns, however, the only word that comes to mind is “chest” and for good reason. The first thing he registers is how hard the buttons on this guy’s shirt are working, straining to fit over his broad chest, his pecs well defined despite the buttoned down, traditional look he’s sporting, complete with long sleeves and a collar. Jimin manages to tip his head up, a herculean feat if you were to ask him given his view, and he’s surprised to find it’s his wavy-haired mystery man, looking a little nervous as he bites his lip.
“Hi,” mystery man says, voice soft.
“Hi,” Jimin says back, grinning now. He got approached after all and he’s very pleased with himself. He’s also pleased with everything he’s seeing in front of him now that he can get a good look.
In addition to the broad chest, the man is sporting the tiniest waist Jimin has ever seen on someone so tall, his dress shirt tucked into a pair of paints that also fit him rather snugly. He actually looks like he’s wearing a size too small, but Jimin isn’t complaining. And he’s just as handsome this close up, although he’s tipping a little more to unbelievably adorable as he watches Jimin check him out with a set of wide eyes and one hand drumming nervously on the bar.
Jimin has to play this right. He can’t scare him away, so he decides to go with demure and friendly. He can surprise him later with a little more boldness, when he gets him alone.
“Can I help you with something? You look lost.” Jimin smiles, batting his eyelashes gently.
That only makes the boy’s eyes wider. “Lost? Oh, no, not me.”
Jimin giggles, and surprises himself with how genuine it is.
“Then what can I do for you, sweetheart?”
Jimin isn’t sure because of the dark lighting but he thinks the brunette might actually be blushing. Jimin loves a blusher, a button he revels in pushing when he gets them alone, but he’s never made a man blush with just a tame pet name before. He wonders if this guy will actually have the nerve to go home with him. He guesses he’ll find out.
“Oh. Um, well, actually, it’s not for me.”
“No?” Jimin tilts his head, curious.
The boy throws a thumb over his shoulder, bringing Jimin’s attention back to the booth of older men that he was sitting with before.
“Yeah, uh, those gentlemen I’m with, they wanted to buy a round for the girls you were dancing with. I’ve got them ordered but then I saw you and I thought, hey, maybe I should ask if you think they would be ok with that.”
Jimin’s brow furrows.
“That depends,” he says. “Are they going to expect anything in return? Because, one, no offense, but they’re kind of old, and two, we’re just here to have fun and dance. This isn’t some kind of exchange where they buy them a round and expect them to put out or something, is it?”
Jimin almost immediately regrets his words because the boy’s eyes go so wide it looks like they might pop out of his head.
“Oh, no!” he says, shaking his head in dismay. “No, no, no, not at all. They’re just a bunch of guys from outside the city, and they thought it would be fun to buy them a round. That’s all, really.”
“Hmmm,” Jimin considers, pressing a finger to his lips and pleased to see Jungkook follows it with his eyes. “Ok, I guess. Sorry, I’m just a little protective of them. We all work together and we’re out for a birthday.”
“Ok, great!” The brunette looks relieved, actually blowing out a breath that makes one of his wavy locks of hair swing away from his face. Cute. He keeps talking. “I just ordered a bunch of cocktails, hope that’s ok.”
Jimin re-evaluates. He might have to go on the flirting offensive if the mystery man didn’t approach him to try to pick him up.
“Again, that depends.”
The boy nods, eyes intent on Jimin. The bartender approaches with his drinks, nicely lined up on a tray, placing them on the bartop next to them.
“Well, the girls are going to be thrilled with the drinks. But,” he says, slinking a little closer to the man and putting on a slight pout, one he knows will look good on his glossy lips. “I’m assuming your friends bought them just for the girls. Who is going to buy me a drink?”
Jimin thinks he sees the other boy gulp. “Oh! I ordered you one too!”
“Hmm.” Jimin pretends to consider. “Not sure if I want a drink from them. Not if they meant them just for the girls.”
He’s almost worried this guy is a lost cause. He can’t sleep with him if he can’t even bring himself to buy a guy a drink and call it what it is.
“Oh, no,” says the cutie. “I mean I’ll buy you a drink. Me, I will.” He taps at his own chest while he says it, and Jimin decides: he’s going to ride him like his own personal pony.
He has to work things up gradually, of course, so he just smiles, sticking his tongue into the corner of his mouth.
“Lovely. Can I ask who is buying me the drink?”
The cutie looks confused for a second and actually points at himself and Jimin feels all his buttons being pushed.
“I meant your name, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” he says. “I’m Jungkook.”
“Jungkook. Nice to meet you. I’m Jimin.”
Jungkook offers his hand and Jimin takes it, amused because he’s never had a one night stand start with a handshake before. He does like how his hand almost disappears inside of Jungkook’s, his hands large, fingers slightly callused.
“Ok, Jungkook-ah -- oh, do you mind if we skip the formalities? I just feel like we’re going to be close.”
Jungkook just nods.
“How rude of me though, I just assumed you’re younger. How old are you?”
Jungkook reaches up to rub at his own neck. “97-liner. You?”
Jimin grins. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun. “95. So I’m hyung.”
Jungkook simply nods, looking out of his depth.
“Now,” Jimin continues. “Let’s get these drinks to the girls. Hyung will carry them if you carve me a path.”
He winks, smoothly picking up the tray of drinks and looking expectantly at Jungkook, who smiles a little and then turns, doing his best to make a hole in the crowd so Jimin can navigate back to the dancefloor with the tray of drinks. The journey takes them quite a while because Jungkook seems to be too polite to do anything more than gently tap on people’s shoulders or place a hand on their lower back to nudge them as they move. Jimin doesn’t mind: he has good balance so he’s not worried about handling the drinks and he gets to unabashedly stare at Jungkook’s ass, which is giving even him a run for his money in his tight dress slacks.
Finally they make it back to the dancefloor and Jihyo squeals when she sees the tray of drinks. Jungkook stands shyly to the side while Jimin explains who bought them, which prompts another high pitched sound from the group as well as several waves sent over to the table of businessmen, who send some thumbs up back. It’s all very PG and charming and Jimin is happy. Jihyo grabs his arm once he has the last drink off the tray for himself.
“Is this the guy you’re going after?” she asks, pitching her voice low and eyes running over Jungkook, who is standing somewhat awkwardly a few feet away, chatting softly with one of the other girls in the group, and pointing back towards the booth he had come from.
“Yes,” Jimin hisses. “Now shoo, he’s shy. I can’t let him get scared away.”
Jihyo giggles but lets him go with a lilting “Have fuuuuun.”
Jimin abandons the tray at a nearby high top table, then slides over to Jungkook’s side, sipping at his drink.
Jungkook turns towards him, and he watches as his girlfriends go back to dancing, leaving the two of them in their own space, a knowing look on their faces. They’ve seen a thing or two going out with Jimin.
“Thank you for my drink,” he begins. “But do you need one? Happy to return the favor.”
“Oh, no, I’m ok!” Jungkook says, leaning a little closer so Jimin can hear him easily over the loud music. “I’m supposed to be the sober one tonight.”
Jimin is pleased. Drunk guys can be hard to handle. And he sort of wants cutie to remember every single moment of tonight.
Jimin considers his options. He could start dancing with the guy, show him his moves, usually things spin out pretty naturally from there. Or he could flirt, see if he can draw the guy out with innuendo. Jimin decides on a third option because something about this guy makes him not want to waste any time.
So instead, he takes one more sip of his drink and then abandons it on the same high top table a few feet away.
“Oh,” Jungkook says once he’s back, “Did you not like it?”
“No, I did.” Jimin pauses and he reaches forward and takes Jungkook’s hand in his. “I just like you more. I thought if you’re staying sober, I would too.”
“Oh,” Jungkook says, looking down at their hands, and Jimin bursts out laughing, covering his mouth with his other hand as Jungkook’s shy smile grows on his face.
“I’ve never met a real life person who says ‘oh’ so much. You’re like a cartoon character.”
Jungkook blushes and Jimin adds, “A cute cartoon character. All shy and sexy.”
Jungkook eyebrows shoot up. “Sexy?”
“Yeah,” Jimin says, stepping closer and tilting his face up to Jungkook’s, watching as his eyes flick down to fixate on his lips before they pop back up. “I think you’re really sexy. And just my type. Look, usually I would have a bit of a longer preamble, but you’re here, I’m here. Want to be not here, together?”
“Ummmm,” Jungkook begins, and Jimin worries that he’s been too forward. Jungkook glances back at the table of businessmen he has all but abandoned and Jimin gets it. There’s still a little bit of a sting, like there always is, but Jimin understands. He’s dealt with it before, and he’ll deal with it again. It’s not worth making a scene over. So instead, he just leans into Jungkook’s space, and whispers in his ear.
“I can meet you outside. Say in ten? That is, if you like me too.” He swings Jungkook’s hand in his a little and tries to look his sweetest.
Jungkook’s eyes crinkle slightly and he says quickly, easily. “Yeah, I like you. Umm, ok, yeah, I can make that work. Ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes,” Jimin says, grinning and slowly backing away. Jungkook also backs up, keeping his eyes on Jimin for as long as he can, as if he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he looks away, before he has to turn to head back to his table.
Jimin finds Jihyo again and simply holds out his hand and says, “Gimme.”
Jihyo rolls her eyes. “Seriously?”
Jimin nods. “This one seems extra clueless. I can’t take any chances.”
Jihyo harrumps but then obliges, pulling a pouch out of her small purse and transferring a condom and a travel packet of lube to Jimin as discreetly as possible. Jimin looks down at his hand and just wiggles his fingers.
“Ugh, you’re disgusting,” Jihyo says, but hands him a few more packages of lube and another condom.
“Shut up, you love me,” he says, kissing her on the cheek and getting one in return, before he turns and makes his exit, deliberately not looking in the direction of Jungkook’s table. He doesn’t want to give him away since he didn’t seem to want to be obvious about leaving with Jimin.
He enjoys the cool air once he’s outside, letting it turn the slight sweat on his skin into a chilly coolness, his shoulders goosebumping quickly. As he waits he pulls his cardigan back up around shoulders and checks his texts, confirming brunch the next day with his best friend.
He starts to get worried that Jungkook is going to chicken out. He finds himself getting a little upset at the idea, and that sets something off deep within him. He doesn’t need this guy. He doesn’t need any guy, he--
Just as he’s working himself up, he feels a light tap on his shoulder and he wheels around and sees the cutie standing close to him, one hand tucked in his pocket, hair falling a little in his eyes. He looks uncertain but there’s a small smile playing on his lips and Jimin pushes away the unpleasant feelings that had been gathering in his chest.
“Hi,” Jungkook says.
“Well, hi,” Jimin says, and then puts on a slight pout. “I thought maybe you forgot about me.”
“No. No, I don’t think that’s possible.” His mouth pulls up at one side, as if he wants to smirk, but is too shy.
Jimin smiles back at him and lifts his hand to clear his hair to one side. To his surprise, Jungkook reaches forward and does it for him, letting his fingers continue to sweep back through his hair, sending little tingles down Jimin’s spine. His hand comes to rest cupping the side of Jimin’s head, his hand large and warm in contrast to the night air. Jimin feels a rush of white noise in his head.
He reaches up to cover Jungkook’s hand with his own and Jungkook’s face creases into a bigger smile, then his eyebrows rise in surprise when Jimin steps forward into his space. His hand falls, but only to gently rest against Jimin’s waist, gathering the fabric of his sweater.
When Jimin reaches up on his tiptoes, Jungkook’s hand at his waist makes the cardigan slip from his shoulder again. Jungkook seems fixated by the skin and Jimin doesn’t waste another second.
Instead of going straight for a kiss he drags his cheek against Jungkook as his lips find his ear.
“I hope I’m not being too forward if I tell you that I want you,” Jimin whispers, letting the gravel in his voice elongate his vowels and drag out the last word playfully.
He doesn’t leave the boy anytime to answer, sucking the lobe of his ear into his mouth gently and then placing gentle wet kisses down the length of his jaw. Jungkook lets out a small gasp and his hand tightens at Jimin’s waist, cinching in the soft fabric of his sweater and allowing Jimin to feel the slight tremble of his hand.
Jimin steps closer and enjoys the pay off of the delicious buildup as he finally finds the brunette’s mouth. First kisses can be awkward. They can be too tentative or too aggressive, too full of whatever impression both parties are trying to make on each other.
Jimin likes to work someone up a bit first so that when their mouths meet, all pretense is blown away, and it’s just the person’s want that moves them. You can tell a lot about how someone fucks by how they honestly kiss and Jimin likes to know what he's getting into.
Jungkook’s lips meeting his tell him several things: he’s letting Jimin lead, following Jimin’s pace, he’s enthusiastic but skilled, his tongue pressing against Jimin’s bottom lip and exploring further whenever Jimin allows him access, and he’s already very turned on, the noises escaping him eager and cute, his other hand gripping at Jimin’s waist to join the first and pulling him in, Jimin’s head tipping back further as Jungkook presses the advantage of his height.
Jimin allows him to pull him in as tightly as he wants, feeling the long press of his legs and their hips meeting and warring slightly as Jimin pulls his shoulders in to fit better into the other man’s arms. Jungkook’s mouth tastes slightly of mint, like he had chewed some gum before coming outside. His tongue swipes again against his own and Jimin feels his want pulse higher. He wonders what his side of the kiss is revealing to Jungkook. He pulls back, both of them panting slightly. Not bad for their first foray.
Jimin turns slightly in Jungkook’s arms and he spots a taxi pulling up across the street, a few girls, dressed for a night out, spilling out with laughter and loud chatter. He looks back up at Jungkook, who has a slightly dazed look on his face.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him across the street. Jungkook follows easily and Jimin looks back and smiles at him as they make it to the other side.
Jimin quickly grabs the door of the cab as the last girl exits and pokes his head in.
“Free for a ride?” he asks the driver who just grunts and nods his head, busy with the receipt from his last fare.
Jimin hops in and scooches over in the backseat and Jungkook joins him, closing the door behind him. Jimin loops their hands together again once he is settled and he bats his eyelashes subtly at him. The next part is important.
“Your place?” he asks, hoping he doesn’t get any push back.
“Oh, ummmm,” Jungkook starts, looking uncertain. “Actually, I’m staying at a hotel nearby--”
“Even better!” Jimin interrupts him. “Be a good boy and give him the address?” he prompts, inclining his head to the driver.
Jungkook does, rhyming off an address that sounds vaguely familiar to Jimin while he keeps his eyes stuck on him, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s doing. Jimin wonders if it’s his first time with a guy. He doesn’t ask, he never does. Such details make things too awkward. Better to just let the current of their physical connection carry them along.
So, in that spirit, as the driver puts the car into gear and pulls away from the curb, Jimin curls a hand up and around Junkook’s ear, petting at his hair and drawing his face back to his own, opening his lips beneath the other boy’s and gently swiping his tongue along his bottom lip before sucking it briefly into his own mouth and gently biting down. His other hand is still tucked gently in Jungkook’s, his fingers resting lightly on his pulse, which he feels jump as their kiss deepens.
Jimin grasps Jungkook’s hand more firmly and takes it, placing it on his own thigh, encouraging him to touch as the car slowly navigates traffic. There’s a pop song playing on the radio, the only other sound accompanying the sound of their lips. Jungkook pulls away and Jimin pouts, but he only looks nervously up at the driver and back to Jimin, hesitating.
Jimin evaluates the situation. The taxi driver is young, still in his twenties if Jimin is any judge of age, which means he shouldn’t be as judgemental as some.
Jimin grabs his wallet out of his pocket, but he only has ten thousand won in cash. He looks over to Jungkook, who looks confused.
“You have any cash? Maybe twenty thousand?”
Jungkook nods, pulling out his own wallet and grabbing some bills, handing them over to Jimin when he wiggles his fingers.
Jimin scooches forward a bit in his seat and dangles the hand with the money at the side of the driver’s line of sight.
“This is on top of your tip if you forget you have a backseat until we get there.”
The driver glances at the money and then briefly makes eye contact with Jimin in the rear view mirror. He snorts a small laugh and grabs the money.
As soon as the money has exchanged hands, Jimin turns, managing deftly in the small space to lift a leg so he can straddle Jungkook, sliding into his lap easily.
Jungkook’s face is a picture of surprise but he quickly rests his hands on Jimin’s hips, his body stiffening a bit as Jimin settles.
Jimin smiles softly and he grips Jungkook’s hands on his own hips, encouraging them to squeeze him tighter.
“Let’s get our money’s worth, what do you say?”
Jungkook laughs in surprise and the tension melts from his body. The smile stays on his face as he surges up to capture Jimin’s lips again, and they are awkward for a moment, a bit of clashing teeth before they settle into a rhythm, Jungkook letting him lead again. Jimin builds the pace of their lips quickly, enjoying the way Jungkook meets his energy, the softness of his lips almost dreamy, contrasting with the occasional wicked instinct he shows with a flick of his tongue or the way his hands grip at Jimin’s hips and thighs.
They pull away briefly, breathless, Jimin having slipped further up Jungkook’s thighs, and Jungkook blurts out, “Is that taste your lip gloss?”
Jimin giggles. “Vanilla. You like it?”
Jungkook nods and looks at him like he’s something to eat, which is fair enough. He lifts his hands for the first time to tangle in the pink cloud of Jimin’s hair. “Careful not to hit your head,” he says as he cushions it from the roof of the car with his own hand. He then uses his grip to pull him down to his mouth, where he licks gently against his lips before claiming them totally again.
Jimin is usually more strategic during the early parts of his hook ups, teasing and laughing, conversation and banter as much a part of the foreplay as kissing and touching, but something about Jungkook is too intoxicating: his timidness betrayed occasionally by a bold move, or the stolid nature of his limbs, or his features, young and innocent looking, but when veiled in a layer of arousal, dizzyingly mature.
So Jimin blames it totally on the other boy when he gets a little carried away. He lets his arousal guide his movements, which means his hips start circling in Jungkook’s lap, slowly and gently at first, feeling the way their bodies meet, how they fit and how they don’t, until he finds a rhythm that allows the dragging delicious feeling to climb up from his core and connect to where Jungkook is doing sinful things to his mouth.
Jungkook’s grip drags back down from his hair to his waist, not encouraging or discouraging, just holding on for the ride. Jimin’s own hands are looped behind Jungkook’s neck and he changes the angle of his hips slightly, allowing himself to grind down properly. Suddenly, he can feel the hard length in Jungkook’s slacks and he’s pleased to know he’s just as turned on as Jimin is. He breaks their kiss briefly to glance down at Jungkook’s body and all he can see are straining buttons. The ones on his shirt are struggling the hardest, barely hanging on when Jungkook flexes his arms to squeeze at Jimin’s waist, but the one on his slacks isn’t faring too well either.
Jimin raises his eyebrows. “I think your suit is one size too small,” he says.
Jungkook is panting beneath him and Jimin worries he’s cranked him up a bit too fast.
“Yeah, well, you’re not helping it fit any better,” Jungkook says, a bit of sass in his tone. Jimin was thinking of going a little easier on him, but that settles it: if he can sass him, he can take more.
“Tsk. I’m not sure worrying about your clothes fitting you is exactly my priority right now.” Jimin puts on his hautiest look and he watches as Jungkook shifts in the mood with him.
He tests this when he moves a hand from his neck up to play at his bottom lip, which he has noticed is slightly crooked, an endearingly sexy imperfection. He slips two of his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth and watches as he sucks down on them, noticing that a deep pink flush is starting at his ears and traveling down his neck. The cutie’s shy and maybe a little embarrassed, but he likes it.
Jimin drinks in this knowledge, starting the movement of his hips back up as he feels Jungkook’s tongue lave over his fingers and as he watches the pink flush deepen on his neck and what he can see of his chest. Jimin feels himself getting caught up, desperate to see what else Jungkook responds to, and he pulls his fingers out of his mouth.
He kisses him, taking the offensive and keeping Jungkook overwhelmed with the sensations of his mouth while he drags his hands to his chest, starting to relieve one of the buttons of its duties. He slides a little as the cab takes a corner a little too sharply, but he rights himself and successfully undoes two buttons. He slides his hands under Jungkook’s shirt, chasing the flush.
Their mouths are moving more leisurely now and Jimin has slowed his hips as he explores the curves of Jungkook’s chest. When his hand grazes one of his nipples, Jungkook’s hips jerk up and he bumps the top of his head on the roof of the car. Jungkook pulls back, a concerned look on his face as he reaches up to place a hand on the top of Jimin’s head.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry!”
Jimin giggles. “I don’t mind a little pain, although that’s not usually what I have in mind. I guess someone is sensitive?” As he asks, he thumbs over Jungkook’s nipple again, causing him to hiss and then bite down on his bottom lip, eyes flicking beyond Jimin to the driver.
Jimin grins wickedly and leans his head down to kiss at Jungkook’s neck. “Don’t worry about him. I’m sure we have at least ten thousand won of looking the other way still. Come on, I want to see how good you are for me.”
Jungkook lets out a small groan, whether because Jimin continues to play at his nipples as he sucks on his skin, or because he knows now what trouble Jimin is, Jimin doesn’t know, nor does he care.
What he cares about is kissing a wet trail down the brunette’s chest until he can lick and suck at one of his nipples, while also resuming the rhythm of his hips. Jungkook seems to malfunction in some essential way because he stops touching Jimin and instead wraps his arms along the seatback, gripping on either side of him like he’s going to fly out of his seat. Jimin takes it as a good sign, if the sounds he’s making are any indication. He can't deny that he’s also getting worked up from the delicious friction he’s creating, but Jungkook seems to be on another level of gone.
Jimin would ease off usually but he seems to be addicted to flustering this boy, watching his hands grip so tight they go white, his head thrown back as Jimin plucks his strings. By the time Jimin is grinding down harder, his mouth sucking at the sweet juncture of his neck, Jungkook is practically whining and his hips are stuttering up occasionally, as if he can’t hold himself back.
“Jimin -- Jimin!” Jungkook starts and stops, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Wait, wait, ah, fuck, I’m --”
Jimin pulls back to assess the situation but his attention is redirected by the car pulling to the side of the road and stopping. He glances out the door and sees they’ve pulled up to a hotel. It’s pretty swanky looking, and he sees a doorman headed towards them to open the car door, so he simultaneously removes himself from Jungkook’s lap and tries to tidy him a bit, pulling his shirt together. Unfortunately his pants leave little to the imagination, but there’s no time until the door is being pulled open and Jimin can’t do anything but smile at the doorman, hopping out while Jungkook hands the driver his card.
Jimin neatly folds his hands in front of himself and makes awkward eye contact with the doorman until Jungkook finally exits the car. Jimin calls a quick “Thank you!” in the direction of both the taxi driver and the doorman before he’s pulling Jungkook by the hand into the lobby and straight to the elevators, spotting them after a quick scan. Jungkook doesn’t look like he’s in any state to lead them anywhere, so Jimin takes charge.
Once they’re in the elevator, Jimin has to raise his eyebrows at Jungkook to prompt him to select the proper floor. To his surprise, Jungkook turns after and simply pulls Jimin into his arms, pulling his sweater up to cover his shoulders and wrapping him in his arms, holding him close and tucking his chin over his head. Jimin is confused for a moment, but is grateful when the elevator stops a few times on the way up, staff members getting on and off a few times. They both look a little fucked out already from the car session and Jungkook’s embrace lets them hide it a bit better. Jimin can still feel Jungkook’s hard length pressing against him and he leans up slightly to whisper in his ear, “I hope you gave the driver a big tip.”
Jungkook breathes out a short laugh. “Most expensive cab ride I’ve ever taken.”
Jimin squirms slightly, giggling and then feels inexplicably happy when Jungkook adds, “Totally worth it.”
The elevator door dings open and they spill out into the hotel hallway together. Once Jungkook stops in front of a door, digging in his pocket for his wallet, Jimin wraps his arms around him from behind, enjoying the way he can loop his chin over Jungkook’s shoulder. They tip forward into the room once Jungkook gets his keycard lined up correctly and Jimin barely gets a glimpse of the room (big with floor to ceiling windows showing the deep vibrancy of the city lights) before Jungkook is spinning round and pressing their mouths together.
They pick up right where they left off in the taxi and it’s almost funny how eager Jungkook is, pushing Jimin’s sweater off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor while walking them backwards toward the bed. His kisses are almost too enthusiastic and Jimin tries to temper him, but then gives up. He supposes it’s his own fault for going a little overboard in the car.
Instead, he tries to catch up, guiding Jungkook’s hands down to his ass so he can pull him hard against his body. Jungkook groans as he ruts against him, and when his knees hit the bed, Jimin overtips them so they topple together on the mattress.
Jimin quickly undoes the rest of Jungkook’s shirt buttons and feels like he hit the jackpot. Hidden beneath Jungkook’s cute features is a body that most people would die for. Jimin is no slouch himself but this boy has muscles on muscles, combined with a waist most girls would envy. Jimin plans to make the most of it, and lets himself linger as he traces every dip and angle with his tongue. Jungkook seems to be having a hard time of it, whining and puffing out sharp exhales as Jimin explores.
Jimn’s mouth practically waters at the thought of what he might have in his pants, and he decides to waste no more time. He sits up, still perched at the end of the bed on Jungkook’s lap. He rips his top off with one arm and tosses it behind him, before standing up quickly, unzipping his own jeans and pulling both them and his briefs off before straightening up, as naked as the day he was born.
Jungkook’s eyes are as wide as saucers and rather than let him think too much about it (straight guys can get weirdly in their own heads when confronted with another man’s penis), Jimin goes on the offensive. He digs out the condoms and lube from his jeans’ pocket and dumps them on the bed next to Jungkook, who follows his motion and licks his lips.
Jimin finally relieves Jungkook’s pants of it’s straining button, quickly unzipping and tugging on them. They get stuck briefly on his thighs, impressive as they are, until Jimin puts some more elbow grease into it and sweeps them off, letting them fall to the ground. Jimin reaches up to sweep his hair back from his face, sweaty enough now that his hair will stay back from his face. Jungkook looks like a vision on the bed, his incredible body freed from his clothes, only his navy blue briefs clinging to his pelvis, doing nothing to disguise the gentle curve of his hard cock.
Jungkook lifts his feet from the floor, placing his heels against the bed so he can scooch up it a bit more, resting his weight on his elbows and biting his lip. He looks way too far gone for this early in the evening, his floppy hair in disarray, his chest heaving and a slight shudder to his inhales.
Jimin joins him on the bed, letting his hands trace up from his ankles to his calves, ghosting over his knees and up his thighs as he settles in between his legs.
“Hey,” he says, trying to sound soothing, comforting. “I’ll take care of you. Want me to take care of you?”
Jungkook nods emphatically, watching Jimin’s every move. He slides his hands up over his briefs, running one hand up and over his cock, enjoying the way Jungkook’s back arches prettily with the slide of his hand. Jimin smiles, grabbing at the top of Jungkook’s briefs and slowly pulling them down, just enough so they stay straining against his thighs, his cock exposed now, the tip gently leaking onto his stomach.
Jimin takes him in his hand and revels in Jungkook’s deep groan. He starts stroking him in earnest, watching as the precum gathering at his head increases. Jimin’s own cock is hard and starting to ache. He’s starting to get impatient, feeling like if he doesn’t get this man inside of him as soon as possible he’s going to burst.
He pauses his ministrations long enough to open one of the packets of lube, secretly thanking Jihyo that it’s a normal scent and not one of the cake flavoured ones he had stolen from her before. He does not need to smell like cookies and cum on his way home tonight.
He slathers some on his right hand, but he doesn’t take up Jungkook’s cock with it once he does. Instead, he uses his left hand to stand him at attention and starts to gently lick at the tip. Jungkook’s head tips back and several soft sounds escape his throat, his hands fisting in the blanket on either side of him. Jimin knows what he looks like with his mouth around a cock, and he waits until Jungkook looks back down before he opens wide and flattens his tongue against the underside, slowly taking him into his mouth inch by inch.
While Jungkook’s distracted, he reaches back with his right hand and slowly starts opening himself up with his lubed fingers, going slowly at first, and then increasing the number of fingers and speed to match how he’s practically deepthroating the brunette’s cock. Jungkook finally seems to clue in to what he’s doing because he sits up further, causing Jimin to jerk forward slightly as he chases Jungkook’s dick.
“Oh, are -- are you?”
Jimin pulls off briefly, panting slightly from the effort. “Getting myself ready for you. Is that ok?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course. But … do you want me to …” He trails off.
Jimin smiles softly. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just think about how good I’m gonna feel once you get inside me. You like my mouth?” He punctuates his question with another lick to Jungkook’s head, letting a string of spit and precum stretch out when he pulls back until he breaks it with a flick of his tongue.
Jungkook looks dazed and nods, reaching forward with one hand to run his hand through Jimin’s hair and then gently push him back down on his cock. Jimin smiles with his mouth full. They always love his mouth.
He starts to get more worked up as he bobs his head up and down and opens himself up with his fingers. He can feel that he’s getting relaxed enough and he starts to touch more for pleasure, playing at his prostate and allowing himself to imagine how good it’s going to feel once Jungkook is inside him. He’s got a good cock, big but not too big, with a gentle curve that Jimin will use to his advantage.
He blames himself totally for what happens next. Jimin starts to enjoy himself a little too much, moaning around Jungkook’s cock and taking him deeper and faster than he should. He relaxes his throat, imagining himself riding his cock the same way he’s working it with his mouth. Jungkook’s sounds are getting louder, his hands desperately fisted in the pillow above his head, his head thrown to the side and eyes squeezed shut.
“Ah, Jimin! Wait, oh fuck, hang on--”
Jimin pulls off but only to shush him. “I told you, I’m hyung, cutie. Now just hang on a second and we’ll get to the main attraction.”
Jimin quickly grabs one of the condoms, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it down Jungkook’s length in one smooth go; this is not his first rodeo. He slicks his sheathed cock up with lube and quickly positions himself above it.
Jungkook’s eyes are wide and watching him and he stutters out again, “Uh, wait, just a second, hyung--” but Jimin is already lowering himself and he feels when Jungkook’s cock breaches him. He sits down fully, quickly, unable to resist chasing the feeling of fullness he’s going to get from this man’s chef’s-kiss of a cock, and he lets out a strong moan, squeezing at Jungkook’s thighs on either side of him as he lets the sensation wash over him.
Except he doesn’t get long to enjoy it because suddenly Jungkook is bucking beneath him, crying out harshly and raising his hips as he buries his face in the sheets, neck wrenched to one side and veins showing starkly in his throat. Jimin hangs on desperately as he gets shifted upwards, like trying to stay on a bull that is determined to toss its rider. He watches as Jungkook makes deep dimples in the sheets where he’s gripping them and as he lets his jaw finally relax a bit, letting a small drawn out sound escape from his mouth. His hips jerk up one more time, Jimin raising with them, before they settle back down on the mattress.
It is suddenly completely quiet in the hotel room. Both boys are very still, Jimin staring in disbelief and Jungkook keeping his face buried in the bed as his chest slowly gentles its breathing.
“Did … did you just--” Jimin starts.
“Don’t. Don’t say it. Just let me lay here for a second and pretend that didn’t happen,” Jungkook interrupts, voice muffled.
It takes everything Jimin has not to laugh. Not in a cruel way. Just in a “oh my god, I can’t believe my hook up came as soon as he got inside me” kind of way. Which would probably seem cruel to said hook up, so instead he runs his hands up and down Jungkook’s thighs in what he hopes is a soothing gesture, feeling the way his cock is subtly softening inside him.
Jungkook is still refusing to move his head to look at Jimin, despite his body coming down from the high of his orgasm, his hands relaxing at his sides. Jimin spots how red the one ear he can see is, and he can imagine how embarrassed he must be feeling. He sympathizes, but really he shouldn’t be. Jimin is sure the night is far from over.
Instead of saying anything, he uses his flexibility (thank you, yoga classes) to bend over at the waist while keeping his lower half motionless, trying not to jostle where Jungkook is still inside him. He folds his hands under his chin so he can rest on Jungkook’s stomach and look up at him through his eyelashes.
He stays quiet, and eventually Jungkook turns his head, nose crinkled gently and ears still very red. He looks even more adorable from this angle.
“Hey,” Jimin says, voice soft. “Cutie. Don’t be embarrassed.”
Jungkook lets out a groan and runs a hand over his face. “How can you say that?”
“Because. It doesn’t matter. It’s a compliment, really. Besides … I’m sure you can take a rest and maybe think about going again?”
That gets Jungkook’s attention. He lifts his head a bit more and gets a determined look on his face.
“Yeah. Yes! I can do that.” He quickly looks embarrassed again, dropping his head back hard on the mattress and letting out a small sound, part squeak, pat groan.
“I can’t believe I did that.”
Jimin replies quickly. “My lips are sealed. It never happened.”
“Really?”
Jimin nods, jostling his hands and Jungkook’s chest as a result. He’s lying, of course, he already knows he’s going to tell the story at brunch tomorrow, but he won’t mention any names and he’s not going to see Jungkook again, so a little white lie won’t hurt him.
Jimin decides to try to get the guy’s mind off of it. He tilts his head where they’re resting on his hands and smiles mischievously. “Besides, gives me more time to admire your insane body.” He raises back up to his knees so he can run his hands down Jungkook’s chest and abs, covered in a gentle glow of sweat. “Do you live in the gym or something?”
Jungkook blushes, but Jimin can see a small, pleased smile on his face.
“Ha, no. I mean, I like to work out, yeah. I have a job where I’m in front of a computer all day so I make sure to work out regularly. I want to keep healthy, you know?”
“Hmmm, well, on behalf of all the people who may get to have sex with you, thank you.” Jimin accentuates his words by running his hands over to Jungkook’s arms, giving his generous biceps a squeeze. “Give us a flex,” he adds, winking.
Jungkook gets the shyest, sweetest grin on his face and places one hand on his face in embarrassment but he also flexes the other arm and Jimin oohs and aahs, making Jungkook laugh. It’s a wonderful laugh, bright and young, and it surprises a giggle out of Jimin too. He shifts slightly and suddenly both he and Jungkook are a lot more aware of the fact that he’s still inside him.
“Ummmm, why don’t I--” Jimin starts.
“Yeah, yeah, that might help with … you know.”
Jimin shifts off of Jungkook, letting him slip slowly out of him and then busies himself with wrapping a sheet around his waist while Jungkook slips off the bed and to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
Jimin gets up from the bed as he hears the gentle sound of the tap running and starts looking around the room for something to do, dragging the gathered sheet with him. It’s a really nice hotel, modern, softly lit, the room in dark blues and greys. He opens the closet door, spotting a few other pairs of slacks and dress shirts, a little too boring for his taste. Seems like Jugnkook has a pretty buttoned up job, something fairly corporate and soulless. Jimin spots a laptop open on the desk.
“What do you do for work? You said you sit at a computer all day,” he calls out to the boy in the bathroom.
“Uh, I work in software.”
“Hmmm,” Jimin responds, already regretting asking. He likes Jungkook, he seems sweet and considerate, but he’s not sure he wants to talk about whatever boring job he has. He doesn’t usually do the small talk thing with his one night stands, not beyond flirting anyways.
He shifts to the floor to ceiling windows. He never thought to close the curtains before they started getting heated, but there’s nothing to worry about. The part of the city they’re in the buildings aren’t too close together. And even if they were, Jimin doesn’t mind a little bit of exhibitionism. He leans against the windows with one hip, staring out at the twinkling spread of city lights.
“Beautiful.”
Jimin turns to see Jungkook looking at him, unabashedly naked. He turns back to look out at the lights again.
“It is,” he agrees. “Nice view.”
“I meant you, actually.”
Jimin smiles, but he stays facing the window so Jungkook won’t see. “I know. But it’s just too cheesy to admit.”
He hears Jungkook settle back on the bed. He can see him reflected in the window a little bit, a figure tinged in the golden glow of the bedside lamp.
“I’m sort of shamelessly cheesy. Sorry.”
“No, I like it.”
“What do you do for--”
Jimin interrupts him. “Let’s skip all that. I was thinking maybe we could get back to the fun part. How about this? You tell me something you’d like me to do, and then I do the same, back and forth.” Jimin stays looking out at the view, but he can see Jungkook shift a little in the reflection, thinking.
“Ok,” he says. “Me first?”
Jimin nods, resting his arm across the window and his forehead against his arm.
“Take off the sheet.”
Jimin smiles again, to himself. He lets his hand fall from where he’s holding the sheet around his waist. The fabric makes a soft sound as it falls to the ground.
“Your turn,” Jungkook says, voice a tad darker.
“Touch yourself.” Jimin’s voice is bold, assured. He’s glad he’s facing the window, though, as he feels a flush spread across his cheeks. Huh, he thinks. He’s usually not shy about stuff like this.
He hears some soft movement from the bed and his eyes flick to Jungkook’s reflection where he can see a hint of his hand softly tracing himself at his crotch. He feels his own cock start to harden again and he allows himself to run a few fingers up it, mirroring the man on the bed.
“Your turn, cutie,” Jimin prompts
“Put your sweater back on. Just the sweater.”
Jimin raises his eyebrows. Ok, this could be fun. He turns from the window finally, sneaking a peak at Jungkook as he takes a few steps and bends over to grab his blue cardigan off the floor. Jungkook looks amazing, long limbs spread on the bed, his hand leisurely occupied at his own cock, which looks like it’s slowly getting hard again.
Jimin pulls the soft fabric over his arms, letting it slide off of one shoulder once it’s on. “Like this?” he asks, standing now a few feet from the bed.
Jungkook just nods, eyes raking him up and down. His hand gets a surer grip on his cock and he starts to pump himself in earnest. Jimin almost forgets it's his turn. Almost.
“Tell me. Did you really tap me on the shoulder because of your friends? Or was there another reason you wanted my attention?”
Jungkook gasps as his hand moves a bit faster. His cheeks grow pink and Jimin thinks he's not going to answer, but then he blurts out, words fast, “No, I made that up. I suggested to those guys to buy the women you were with a round. I wanted an excuse to talk to you. Because I thought you were gorgeous. Are gorgeous.”
Jimin smiles, smug. “Good boy.”
Jungkook blushes harder but then Jimin sees something shift in his expression. He thinks maybe he’s pushed him past his nervousness.
Jimin doesn’t have to remind him that it’s his turn.
“Do you have more of that lip gloss?”
Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Yeah. In my jeans’ pocket.”
“Get it.”
Jimin does, walking over to the bed once he has it and sitting softly on the edge of the mattress a few handbreadths away from Jungkook, who is still lazily stroking himself, fully hard again.
“Put some on.”
Jimin shakes his head. “Uh uh. You said get it. That was your turn.”
Jimin reaches over and puts his hand over Jungkook's as it works his own cock. He joins him for a few pumps, enjoying the way Jungkook’s breath hitches. Eventually though, he pulls Jungkook’s hand away from himself and places the tube of gloss in it.
“You put it on me,” he says, and pouts his lips out.
He’s never seen a man open a tube of lip gloss so fast.
After the way he ripped the top off, Jimin is a little worried, but Jungkook takes his chin in one hand, gently holding him steady as he softly glides the tube over his lips with the other, squeezing the sweet gloss over them generously. Jimin opens his mouth further to say something but any words are ripped from his thoughts as Jungkook surges forward to kiss him, his lips fast and sloppy on his own, smearing vanilla flavoured lip gloss everywhere between them.
Things after that are a bit of a blur. The second condom gets ripped open, by Jungkook this time, and before he can quite make out how it happens, he’s on his hands and knees on the bed, Jungkook lining up and pushing in from behind, the sweater he still has on providing a soft barrier between them as he fucks into him, starting slow, his chest plastered to Jimin’s back, and then faster, back straight and hands on Jimin’s waist.
Jimin’s right, Jungkook’s cock is incredible, filling him out deliciously, and each change of pace brings a new, exciting sensation. Jimin enthusiastically letting Jungkook know when he finds his prostate, and then almost immediately regretting it as he refuses to get off of it, seemingly determined to leave Jimin with a good impression after the rough start.
Quickly, Jimin finds himself close to his end and he guides himself to it with his own hand as Jungkook keeps up his incredible rhythm from behind. His body tenses as his orgasm hits him and Jungkook wraps his arms around his torso, guiding him up so he’s leaning against his chest as he shakes out the last of his pleasure, cursing gently. Jungkook follows him soon after, holding Jimin and his soft sweater in a vice grip as he fills the condom for a second time. Jimin allows him to hold him as tight as likes, feeling like a fucked out doll.
Eventually, Jungkook loosens his grip and Jimin slides off of him, a slight sense of deja vu as Jungkook heads to the washroom again. Jimin takes off the sweater quickly, cleaning himself off with it and hopping up to toss it in the garbage can next to the hotel desk. It’s too dirty to go home in, so it’s a lost cause. Too bad, he had liked that one.
Instead, he dresses himself, pulling on his jeans and tank top, looking down at himself briefly before grabbing one of the dress shirts from Jungkook’s closet. It’s a little big on him, but not bad. He’s buttoning it up when Jungkook reemerges from the bathroom with a wet washcloth in his hand.
“Oh,” Jungkook says, stopping short when he sees Jimin already mostly dressed.
“Hey,” Jimin says, putting on his most brilliant smile, hoping this next part goes well. It’s sometimes the trickiest part of the night.
“Hope you don’t mind if I borrow one of your shirts. Just need to get home, early day tomorrow.”
Jungkook’s brow furrows for a moment but then he gives a small nod, turning slightly to throw the cloth back onto the bathroom counter.
“Of course,” he says, as he pulls his own briefs back on, looking a little awkward once he has. “Your sweater though …”
Jimin smiles, finishing up the last button. “Too far gone, I’m afraid.”
Jungkook looks lost, standing in the middle of his hotel room in just his underwear with a slightly sad look on his face.
“Hey,” Jimin says, closing the distance between them. “I had a really good time.” He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist. “Did you?”
“Yes,” Jungkook practically exhales. “Really good.”
Jimin smiles and then tips his face up. He might not love goodbyes, but he does love a goodbye kiss. Jungkook obliges him and he tastes a faint hint of vanilla, the last bit of gloss lingering on both of their lips.
Jimin pulls away and nudges Jungkook’s chin. What a cutie. Nonetheless, he heads for the door and for the uber he has already ordered, waiting for him downstairs.
As he’s almost out of the room, Jungkook calls out.
“Hey!”
Jimin looks back.
Jungkook rubs his arm nervously. “Maybe I’ll see you at that bar again?”
No, he won’t. “Maybe,” Jimin says, smiling softly to ease the blow of what he knows is an obvious lie.
Then he’s out the door and gone.