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mood: believe it – rihanna, partynextdoor
“Sometimes I swear this is all you can think about. It’s amazing how you get any work done, when I know you’re at our poor client’s office thinking about going back to our hotel room and getting fucked,” Jimin murmurs in his ear. “It’s honestly admirable, Gguk. I’m sure if I thought about you all day long, I’d open Excel and just stare at it for hours.”
“What– what can I say,” Jeongguk breathes, arching his back, waiting. “I’m good at my job.”
Jimin hums. “That’s true,” he says, his lips now dragging down Jeongguk’s back. “The baby gets paid almost as much as me now.”
“Yah,” Jeongguk argues, feeling Jimin’s fingertips drag along his sides. Jimin is teasing for some reason today, but he tends to get like that when he’s been cooped up in an office all day – especially when they’re in Tokyo, a place where Jimin would much rather be for pleasure than business. “M’not a baby.”
Jimin laughs, low and rumbling, making Jeongguk shiver. “You are, though.” He stops his lips at the small of Jeongguk’s back, tracing the dimples there with his hands. “Besides, you like when I call you that.”
Jeongguk whines, lifting his head from between his forearms to make eye contact with Jimin, who’s sitting so prettily on his knees at the end of the bed, his silver hair falling from the way it was styled all day. “Only in bed,” he growls.
Jimin laughs again, more genuinely this time, like he does when something’s so funny he can’t help but collapse onto Jeongguk’s shoulder and press into his neck. “Yeah, right, baby.” Finally, he brings his hands to Jeongguk’s ass to spread his cheeks apart, one of his thumbs brushing so quickly over Jeongguk’s hole he hardly has time to react. “I’ve been calling you my baby since day one, and you’ve always liked it.”
“No comment,” Jeongguk musters, too distracted by the feeling of one of Jimin’s fingers, now wet, teasing over his hole. “Are you gonna make me wait tonight, or what?”
“Phrase it like that, and I’ll want to make you wait,” Jimin murmurs, the pad of his finger still just circling Jeongguk’s rim.
Jeongguk groans. “I should have fucked you instead, then we could’ve gotten this over with quicker.”
Jimin clicks his tongue, moving his hand away completely and crawling up the bed to meet Jeongguk face to face. He steers Jeongguk’s gaze toward him with one small palm on the smooth, warm skin of Jeongguk’s cheek. “Gotten this over with?” Jimin echoes. “As if you didn’t take every chance you could today to remind me of how badly you wanted me?” He sighs. “I turned you into a monster. All those months ago I asked to fuck you, and now you can’t get enough. Don’t pretend it’s anything else, baby.”
Jeongguk pouts, and then he breaks, laughing with Jimin’s hand still gently cradling his face. “At least you admit it’s your fault,” Jeongguk giggles. He purses his lips, and Jimin kisses him, quick and fleeting as it always is. When Jimin’s hand lowers, Jeongguk resigns himself, pressing his face into the mattress and lifting his ass all the way up. “Fine, wreck me, fuck me up. I waited all day, I can keep waiting. Just don’t forget I’m the best friend you’ve ever had.”
Jimin laughs more as he crawls back down the bed, leaving hot kisses down Jeongguk’s back once he’s there. “I’d never, Gguk. Best friend and best fuck. Couldn’t ask for anything better.”
Jeongguk’s stomach twists absently at Jimin’s words, but it’s not a feeling he can focus on. Instead, the sensation of Jimin touching him washes over him, as unforgivingly alluring as it always is. Jeongguk isn’t sure how many times they’ve had sex at this point – all his memories of hotel bedsheets and high-rise views blur into one. Besides, thread counts and cityscapes seem meaningless next to the way Jimin makes Jeongguk feel. It’s been months of this, but it’s always just as good, if not perpetually getting better because of the way they’ve come to learn each other’s habits.
Tapping into exactly that, Jeongguk squirms beneath Jimin’s touch that’s still far too gentle, letting out a breath. “Hyung,” he murmurs, knowing just what Jimin wants to hear. “Touch me now. I’ll be good, I promise.”
His back is entirely arched and his eyes are closed, but he can sense Jimin’s smile by the way it shapes his words. “Oh, you must really want it, if you’re saying you’ll be good. What kind of mood are you in, hmm? So cheeky and so desperate.”
Jeongguk whines again. “C’mon, hyung. I just want you. I want you so bad. You were right, at work all I could think about was you fucking me. I thought about laying myself out for you just like this. Can you blame me for wanting it?”
Jimin snorts, but his hands get back to work, tracing Jeongguk’s hole again and running his palms soothingly along Jeongguk’s sides. “I guess I can’t. No wonder you were so distracted during lunch.”
Jeongguk doesn’t reply, knowing he’s exactly where Jimin wants him. He’s already admitted the fact that despite his usually amazing focus, he’d let himself get distracted during their important lunch meeting with the CEO and CFO of their regular client in Tokyo. He also knows that this is precisely the kind of thing that Jimin loves to hear. Instead he flutters his eyes shut, moaning into the skin of his arm when Jimin finally sinks a finger past his rim.
It’s hot in the hotel room, so Jeongguk’s body feels tacky already, as if the same summer heatwave that’s passing over eastern Japan is rolling over him, too. He pushes back onto Jimin’s hand even though he knows that Jimin’s probably not going to listen to him tonight. Preparing himself to have to wait, to sweat it out, he stays still, letting Jimin take the control that he usually has in the first place.
Jimin’s fingers are deft but slow, still teasing Jeongguk with one finger pumping in and out of him. His other hand keeps roaming Jeongguk’s skin absently, entirely the opposite of how deliberately he opens Jeongguk up. Jeongguk does his best to keep quiet, never knowing if Jimin wants to hear him or not. He exhales into the skin of his arm, but when Jimin slips another finger past his rim, he can’t help the gasp he lets out, the way he leans back ever so slightly.
He sighs gently when he feels Jimin’s lips drop to his skin again, leaving a kiss to one of the moles on his lower back. Jimin curls his fingers toward Jeongguk’s prostate, and Jeongguk shakes beneath him, biting his lip before blurting, “Fuck, Jimin-hyung, you’re killing me.”
“Feel good, Gguk-ah?” Jimin murmurs, still fucking Jeongguk slowly with his fingers. He knows Jeongguk’s body so well. He knows the way Jeongguk likes to be teased even though he tries to pretend that he doesn't. He knows that Jeongguk likes it long and drawn out, even though when they’d first started this, they always tried to rush through it. He knows that there are some days when Jeongguk likes it so rough that he sees white when he squeezes his eyes shut. He knows that on others, Jeongguk wants it slow and easy, sitting in Jimin’s lap and laughing about something ridiculous while he grinds down on Jimin’s cock – those days are the hardest, when it becomes impossible for Jeongguk to draw the line between them, when he’s forced to wonder if everyone is able to laugh into the shoulder of their lover who’s only a friend. If people ever have lovers who are just friends at all. If one person can even be both of those things at once.
“You know it feels good,” Jeongguk mutters, words a little muffled where he speaks into his forearm.
Jimin laughs, scraping his teeth down Jeongguk’s back before kissing there again. “Yeah, but I like to hear it.” He pulls his two fingers from Jeongguk’s hole only to push back in with three, spreading Jeongguk open around the thickness of them. Jimin hums into his skin as Jeongguk stretches for him, fucking him harder. “You’re so tight still,” he grits. “How are you always so tight?”
Jeongguk laughs lamely beneath him, so caught up in the way Jimin wants him so badly but never quite sure of how to respond. He lets his body speak for him, always conforming to Jimin’s touch, opening so easily for him with the way they’ve learned each other. He doesn’t say anything, but when a moan spills past his lips, he lets himself think that that’s what spurs Jimin into action.
He starts to fuck Jeongguk harder, relentless as his fingers move quickly in and out of Jeongguk’s hole – something good but never enough. “Fuck,” Jimin says, his mouth still hot on Jeongguk’s overheated skin. “Fucking you was the best idea I ever had.”
Jimin always says things like this during sex, and it lights Jeongguk’s ego on fire, only making him want to be better, to be the best Jimin will ever have.
He never lets that show though, so he lifts his head again, straining to watch Jimin’s fingers as they slow inside of him. “Yeah?” Jeongguk quips when they make eye contact. “If that’s the case, then get on with it.”
Jimin snorts. “You’re such a brat when I’m so nice to you, taking the time to open you up all slow because I know you like it so much.”
For a second, Jeongguk contemplates keeping up with the banter, laughing back in his face and saying something about what he knows Jimin likes, but sometimes when they tease too much in bed, all of this feels too real. It reminds him of what they’re doing, and how they probably shouldn’t be. It never really strains their relationship outside of moments like these, but sometimes they stick with Jeongguk and draw out all night long, when Jimin is asleep beside him, breathing softly, and Jeongguk is awake staring at the ceiling contemplating what the last touch to his neck meant.
Instead, he chooses to play into Jimin’s wants just as Jimin does to him. He smirks, licks his lips, and lets his loose wavy hair fall into his bright eyes. “I like your cock more, hyung, surely you know that by now.”
mood: can’t wait – dvsn
Jimin smirks at him, but it’s fond as he curls his fingers inside of Jeongguk one last time before slowly pulling them out. “You love to play the game, don’t you, Gguk?” Jimin laughs as he crawls up the bed again to touch Jeongguk’s face. Jimin smooths over his cheek before gripping his jaw, and Jeongguk just laughs beneath him, pushing into the warmth of his touch even though his fingers press hard into his face.
It’s all playful more than anything else, so Jeongguk licks his red lips again. “Hyung,” he says slowly, watching Jimin’s eyes trace over the movement of his tongue, “I thought we just established that you were the one who taught it to me.”
Jimin’s lips quirk up like he’s impressed, but he’s leaning in, bright eyes alight as he keeps his gaze trained on Jeongguk’s. Brushing their lips together, so teasing, like he might pull away at moment, he murmurs, “Hmm, no wonder you’re so good at it–” Jeongguk smirks against his mouth “–but what a shame that I still always win.”
He kisses Jeongguk before he’s even given a chance to react, licking into his mouth with the fiery sweetness that Jeongguk has grown so accustomed to. It’s fast and fierce, and it always leaves Jeongguk breathless, like he’s chasing something he’ll never catch up to. When he pulls back, his touch now softened on Jeongguk’s cheek, a loud smack of the lips signifies the sound of their parting. It’s loud enough to fill the room. A string of saliva ties them together, and Jimin breaks it, smoothing his thumb over Jeongguk’s full bottom lip and backing away slowly, almost as if he’s unsure if he should be leaving in the first place.
As soon as his hand leaves Jeongguk’s face, he’s crawling back down the bed, smoothing his hand over Jeongguk’s skin again and finding his place behind him once more. Jeongguk can hear him rolling a condom over his cock and slicking himself up, but he doesn’t bother to look. All of this is too familiar, but the anticipation has never faded. He always wants it just as bad, and he can’t help the way he whines for it when Jimin starts to trace the pad of one of his fingers over Jeongguk’s hole again.
“Gonna fuck you now, okay, baby?” says Jimin.
“Of course it’s okay,” replies Jeongguk cheekily, leaving his attitude in place even though it always threatens to budge when Jimin has him like this.
He can imagine Jimin rolling his eyes behind him, but his touch is still gentle, one hand spreading Jeongguk’s cheeks open and the other keeping up with the same soothing patterns being traced onto the skin of his lower back. He pushes his cock in slowly, always waiting for Jeongguk to adjust even though Jeongguk doesn’t always need it. He stays there with their hips flush, both hands now gripping Jeongguk’s waist softly, and all Jeongguk can hear are Jimin’s soft exhales in the quiet of their hotel room. After the moment extends just a little too long, Jeongguk realizes that Jimin’s no longer being just polite, he’s teasing. He’s waiting for Jeongguk to break, to ask, to beg, because just as he said – this is a game, and neither of them are the type to lose.
Tonight, like most nights, Jeongguk doesn’t give a fuck. If there’s anyone he’d lose for, it’s Jimin, especially when a loss means his touch, means his nails scraping down Jeongguk’s back, means his groans and gasps filling up up that wretched quiet that reminds him of all the things that Jeongguk knows he could be saying. He lets it drag out for a little. He wants Jimin to think that he might hold out – but then he gives, dropping his head further between his arms and leaning back on his haunches, pushing as if Jimin could get any deeper inside of him.
“Hyung,” he murmurs, confident and impatient, “ fuck me, would you? Come on, we had a long day.”
Jimin leans over Jeongguk’s back, getting as close as he can to Jeongguk’s ear to reply grittily, “A long day?” He laces his laugh between his words. “Don’t act like you’re not going to stay up for hours after this. Don’t act like you won’t want me to fuck you again.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that I want you right now.”
Jimin chuckles, starting to circle his hips. “You know what, baby? You might actually have a point.”
Jeongguk is on the verge of a sly comeback, but then Jimin snaps his hips forward, tangles one hand in Jeongguk’s hair, and gives it to him. Jeongguk cries out immediately, clenching his fists in the sheets and propping himself up better. His biceps cry out as he holds himself up, but he likes it best like this, when his arms start to shake until they give, when he slowly slides closer and closer to the sheets until he’s laying flat on his stomach. Jimin always reads him so well, fucking him hard and fast, like he’s making up for the slow build up that had ached so good. The hand he has in Jeongguk’s hair is tight but not pulling, more like a reminder that he’s there, that it’s Jimin who’s fucking him and not some stranger. It’s the person who knows everything about him, including the way he likes his hair touched and his shoulders kissed.
Jimin does exactly that, slowing his pace down only to kiss along the broad span of Jeongguk’s shoulder blades, then up the back of his neck, stopping just before Jeongguk’s ear, where he can’t quite reach. Still, he starts to whisper sweet things, the perfect contrast to his blunt tone and quick-witted quips.
“Ah, Gguk-ah,” he starts, voice low, “you’re so hot. Aren’t I so lucky, getting to have you like this? I get to fuck your tight little hole and touch your gorgeous body.” He pauses, and Jeongguk can feel his eyes on him. He can picture the satisfied smirk on Jimin’s face. “Yeah, lucky me.”
Jeongguk whines at his words, knowing that Jimin will accept that as an answer and remain oblivious to the fact that Jeongguk is never sure how he’s supposed to feel when he says them. It’s always the surface level compliments, and they leave Jeongguk feeling warm but never without a strange feeling in his gut – especially when he knows in a few hours Jimin will be ruffling his hair and commenting on how cute the manager at the Tokyo office who always offers them coffee. It’s not that Jeongguk doesn’t believe Jimin when he says sweet things – he knows that Jimin would never lie to him – but the things he says always leave Jeongguk wondering why he says them. No matter how much it makes him shiver, he can’t help but ask himself what it adds to all of this. But those questions never linger, because Jimin always makes him forget about why he’d ever even considered asking.
“You feel so good, baby,” Jimin says. “So good.”
Jeongguk finally collapses into the bed at the sound of Jimin’s voice low and warm by his ear. Jimin stays on top of him, his chest against Jeongguk’s back, as he keeps fucking him in that slow, unrelenting pace. Jeongguk isn’t sure if Jimin is waiting for Jeongguk to start asking for it again, but he’s suddenly caught up in it. He gets swept up into that space sometimes, when he forgets about the fact that they’re in a hotel room in some city they’ve both been in a million times. It’s just Jeongguk and Jimin, and he’s able to look past it all.
“Say it again,” he whispers.
“Say what?” Jimin asks, petting Jeongguk’s hair.
Jeongguk is sure he knows, but he gives into Jimin’s game just like he always does. Not because he feels like he has to; he only ever does this because he wants to, because it’s fun. “Say m’good.”
Jimin groans softly in his ear, kissing Jeongguk’s neck again before sitting back up and gripping Jeongguk’s waist. He lifts Jeongguk’s hips up so that he’s no longer flat against the sheets, and as he starts to fuck Jeongguk hard again, he murmurs, “You’re so good, Jeongguk-ah. Feel so good around me, sound so good beneath me. You’re always there when I want you.”
Jeongguk starts to move his body back in time with Jimin’s thrusts, and he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge each time Jimin’s cock drags inside of him. “Always want you,” he mumbles. “All the fuckin’ time.”
Jimin doesn’t reply, and soon the room is filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, breath dissolving into the air, the quiet rustle of the sheets. Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut even harder as pleasure curls up inside him, twisting like a snake around its prey, tightening until he breaks. Jimin’s fingers press harder into his hip bones, hot and just a little too sharp against his skin. “I’m gonna make you come, okay, Gguk-ah? You wanna come?”
“Yes, hyung,” Jeongguk replies, suddenly pulled into the room again. He’s back in Tokyo, and the world starts to move again from where it had grinded to a halt at the sound of Jimin’s honey voice dripping in his ear. His moment of vulnerability vanishes, just like that. “You owe me, don’t you? For being so good for you?”
Jimin chuckles behind him, but his laughter is broken up by his breathlessness. Jeongguk knows then that even if Jimin might win the game, it’s not all losses for Jeongguk. Jimin wants him just as badly – and even if he’s not as affected as Jeongguk is, he’s not immune.
“There he is,” says Jimin, a smile evident in his tone. He drums his fingers on Jeongguk’s hips before reaching a hand beneath Jeongguk’s abdomen to fist at his cock. “Always a little bit of attitude with you, huh?”
Jeongguk laughs with him, even though he wants to cry out with the way Jimin is fucking him and touching him. “Like I said,” he musters, voice caught up on his own hitching inhales and rising pitch, “you’re the one who taught me the game, hyung. I just dish out what I take in.”
“Brat,” Jimin whispers, but it’s lost on the both of them, because his hips are stuttering against Jeongguk’s ass, and he loses rhythm as he jerks Jeongguk off with a hot, tight fist. He comes first, buried inside of Jeongguk and collapsing on top of Jeongguk’s back who’s fighting to hold himself up. His hand stays working over the sticky, wet length of Jeongguk’s cock until he’s coming too, and when Jeongguk lets go, it’s with a cry into his arm and come dripping down Jimin’s fist and onto the sheets.
They stay like that for a moment longer, both catching their breath and coming down from the high that always comes with sex. A second later, with a parting kiss to Jeongguk’s shoulder, Jimin is pulling out slowly and rolling onto the bed right next to him. Jeongguk gingerly moves onto his back, peering over at Jimin, who lets out a big exhale.
mood: trust3000 – no rome
“You wanna shower first?” Jimin asks.
“Don’t care,” mumbles Jeongguk, throwing an arm over his face. He’s exhausted now, and his body feels both sated and spent. He flutters his eyes shut so that no light comes through the skin of his arm, but then Jimin is prodding at him, peeling his arm away.
“Yah, Jeongguk-ah, go shower. You’ll be pissed if you fall asleep like this.”
“M’not sleeping,” Jeongguk grumbles.
Jimin giggles. “Yeah, not yet, you baby. Just go. You’ll be happier if you do.”
Jeongguk groans, but he listens, peeling himself from the sheets and traipsing toward the bathroom without a second glance behind him. He showers robotically, using the little hotel bottles of shampoo and conditioner and scrubbing his face with Jimin’s exfoliant that he’d left on one of the shelves last night. He lets the water run so hot it leaves him pink, but he doesn’t take too long, knowing Jimin is probably waiting, just as sticky as he was.
The water wakes him up, and by the time he steps out of the shower, he feels refreshed again. He wipes the steam from the mirror, and as he looks at himself, his wet black hair, wide dark eyes, golden skin – he notices that not even a shower can rid him of the way he looks after sex. Maybe it’s just the look on his face. His cheeks are still ruddy, and just below his collarbones are a series of purpling marks that Jimin had left when he pushed him onto the bed when they got to their room. They’re small and will be gone in a few days, but they’re exactly where they should be: beneath the collar and inconspicuous. Still, they’re his reminder, an extra piece of Jimin that’s with him all the time even though they rarely spend days, let alone more than a few hours, apart. But they soon fade from his line of sight as the heat of the bathroom starts to refog the mirror all over again.
Lost in the millions of memories of Jimin’s lips on his skin, he rolls his shoulders to shake the thoughts away. They often come to him like that, unwarranted and unnecessary, planting roots inside his mind until all that his thoughts can do is grow into ones of Jimin – his lips, his body, his scent, his rough and gentle touch. The way, above all else, Jimin always makes Jeongguk laugh when they do this, spend nights in the sheets of their hotel beds. Jeongguk is never sure if that’s a testament to their closeness or a nasty reminder that somehow this isn’t serious.
Jeongguk blinks hard, and he chases away the images in his mind. Of course, he knows that thoughts like these are always more dormant than they are absent, but Jeongguk can handle that. After all, as always, there are favorable odds that Jimin’s lips will be back on his skin before the night is even over. The two of them find themselves insatiable sometimes, and especially here in Tokyo — a place where their client is mediocre and the work is slow, but the sex is always so, so good.
Jeongguk’s body still feels heavy from the sex, and it’s the good kind of weight, one that makes him want to sink back into the hotel bed and not think about anything until he falls asleep. He knows that he and Jimin will probably stay up and talk for a few hours, so as he towels dry his hair, he thinks back to the work day. Conversations tend to come back to work when they’re on business, but today, work alone brings him full circle back to Jimin. He wonders how much he’ll have to make up for in the office tomorrow, knowing that he was distracted all day. He didn’t get nothing done, but he slacked for the sake of imagining Jimin hovering over him, kissing him longer and slower than he usually does.
As he knots his towel around his waist, he lets out a shudder. Jimin never really gets impatient with him, so he’s not worried that he’s taking too long, but just as his hand hovers by the door to the bathroom, some of Jimin’s words come back to him. He’d made it out to seem like Jeongguk thinks of Jimin far more than Jimin thinks of him. They were heat of the moment kinds of thoughts, charged by a hard cock and a hot body beneath him – but Jeongguk can’t help but wonder if Jimin never daydreams like he does. Is there no reckless fantasy in the back of his mind? No dirty little thought lingering in his imagination that creeps up on him during the 4 o’clock slump of their grueling 8-6 work day?
Jeongguk doesn’t let himself dwell on questions like these too often, but when he does, he always wants to ask if the way they fuck is merely an afterthought that only occurs between hotel bedsheets.
He shakes off his hesitation and walks back out into the room. Jimin looks up at him with bright eyes and a tired smile, now sprawled on the other bed wearing one of Jeongguk’s big shirts. He always does that when Jeongguk showers first, claiming that it’s stupid to put on clean pajamas while he’s still dirty – paying no mind to the fact that he’s dirtying Jeongguk’s clothes in the meantime. Still, he looks soft, and Jeongguk fills with a sort of fondness for him that only grows when he watches Jimin’s spirited little smirk fill his cheeks.
“Took you long enough,” Jimin murmurs, voice teasing. It could have only been five minutes, and Jimin would have said the same thing. Jeongguk rolls his eyes at him, but as Jimin stands and passes him to head in the bathroom himself, it’s not without his fingertips brushing along the skin of Jeongguk’s side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch.
As Jimin showers, Jeongguk dresses and crawls into the clean bed that Jimin had wrinkled when he sat on it, pulling the sheets over him and taking the side closest to the window so he can stare out at Tokyo, whose lights wink cheekily up at him, so tantalizing. This city always pulls the both of them in, and Jeongguk hopes that they end up getting more out of this trip than the first two days. Their client here is always so slow moving compared to the city that always feels so fast paced. He plays on his phone as he waits for Jimin to return, and even when he does, the silence continues for a while, as their routine demands it does.
It’s only when Jimin has climbed in bed next to him that they start to talk again, like the quiet was their cleanse and the sex was wiped from the room, even though bottle of lube and the condom wrapper on the other bed beside them beg to differ. But that interval breaks so easily, with the sound of Jimin exclaiming happily when he turns on the TV to find an anime he likes already playing. He chucks the remote to the middle of the bed and sighs as he rests his head against Jeongguk’s shoulder.
Jeongguk continues to scroll on his phone, checking some last minute emails that came through after he and Jimin had left for the day. It doesn’t last very long though, because Jimin slaps his phone away in an instant. It falls face down to the soft white duvet.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin whines. “Watch with me. You can read emails at breakfast.”
“I was just seeing if I missed anything important,” Jeongguk replies. Then, darkly, under his breath, “Not that anything ever happens in this fucking office.”
That makes Jimin laugh, pressing his face further into Jeongguk’s shoulder. “God, it’s so boring here, right? You’d think after more than a year of our help they’d get their shit together a little bit.”
Jeongguk snorts. “You’d think. But I guess for as long as they need a consultant firm, we’re getting paid. And it’s not like we’re doing a bad job, they’re just…”
“Horrible?” Jimin adds, laughing.
“Horrible,” Jeongguk agrees. “At least on my end.”
Jimin looks up at him with messy, drying hair in his eyes, and he’s grinning. With his warm cheek pressed to Jeongguk’s shoulder, for a moment, Jeongguk is tempted to lean down and kiss him. He’s so brilliant like this. Jimin always gets energized late at night, and his eyes start to light up in this way that Jeongguk can’t really describe. But it only happens on days like these, when they’re goofing off in a hotel room just the two of them. Jeongguk doesn’t have a name for that look, but it feels like it’s something reserved just for him. It always makes Jeongguk want to kiss him – even though he knows that’s probably something he’s not supposed to want.
As goofy as he can be, Jimin is not nearly as lackadaisical about his job as he makes himself out to be. He’s the prized financial consultant of their team, and if anyone thought for a minute that he was doing a bad job, he would work tirelessly until the problem was fixed.
“Oh, Tokyo,” Jimin sighs. “If we had a good client, it would probably be too much fun to come here for work, wouldn’t it?”
Jeongguk looks away for the sake of distracting his eyes, but he still smiles. “You’re probably right. Something has to keep us in check, and if it’s a VP of Marketing who has no idea what they’re doing, then… I guess it’s fair.” He nudges Jimin’s thigh with his knee. “What about you? How are sales? It’ll be a nice break to go to Shanghai next week, at least they know how to handle their money over there.”
Jimin’s laugh tinkers throughout the room, and he leans further back into the pillows. “I joke, but they’re actually doing well for once. I guess they decided that if they’re paying me this much, they might as well start taking my advice.”
Jeongguk laughs with him, following Jimin’s lead and scooting further down the bed, then turning onto his side so he can get a better look at Jimin, who looks dreamy and warm as he stares at the ceiling of their pretty hotel room. “That’s good to hear,” Jeongguk chuckles. “I’ve been working with the design team on the website, and it’s finally starting to look like they built it in the 2000s and not in ancient times at the advent of the first PC. I actually have no clue how they were getting by before now.”
“Well, everything you help design is immaculate, Gguk-ah,” Jimin murmurs, looking at him softly and fisting his small hand absently in the material of Jeongguk’s sleep pants, “So maybe that website can get their profits up to par, help me out a little.”
Jeongguk grins lazily. “You know what they say about sales and marketing,” he says dryly, quoting the phrase that’s been thrown at them since they were first paired up to travel together.
“It’s why we’re the perfect team, hm?” Jimin chirps, holding his fist haphazardly in the air to bump it against Jeongguk’s.
“I thought we were the perfect team because we’re best friends,” Jeongguk argues, poking Jimin’s sharp hip bone.
Jimin sighs dramatically. “No, nope. Both of us are wrong. It’s because we’re so good looking.”
Jeongguk giggles again, but as he lays there in that bed, watching Jimin’s eyes scrunch up and chest shake with laughter, he can’t help but hold onto what’s true. Jimin is so, so beautiful when he laughs. But, Jeongguk thinks, that’s the kind of thing friends don’t say – because they don’t have to. Surely, Jimin knows what’s on Jeongguk’s mind.
mood: carry me – bombay bicycle club
They figured out that they were good at reading each other a long time ago, back before Jeongguk was fully sure of himself and walked into his very first internship with dark pink hair. Of course, he hadn’t been hired like that, but he wasn’t exactly forward-thinking at 21. Between his third and fourth year of university, his good academic standing in his marketing program and the connection of a friend of a friend at a consultant firm led him right into an office full of straight faces and dark suits. Jeongguk hoped that some of the creativity of the marketing department would lift him from the stifled feeling that offices always managed to bring upon him, but rather it was the life of the breakroom with the pretty smile who cheered him up instead.
Jimin, still freshly hired full-time in the office himself and keen on making Jeongguk feel welcome despite the fact that they were from different departments, took Jeongguk under his wing almost immediately. He spent his breaks poking his head into Jeongguk’s office, offering him encouraging smiles and kind advice. He always kept Jeongguk company when he could – even back then, Jimin traveled often. The way they stuck together ended up being natural. It was a fast kind of fall into the easiest of friendships, where Jeongguk found someone who understood him and brought him out of his shell. Jimin seemed effortless in his work and gorgeous in his suits; he was always greeted with warm bows and high praises because despite being new to his job, he garnered the utmost respect for his hard work. And when their long workdays would end, Jimin would always invite Jeongguk wherever he was going. For Jeongguk, memories of that internship are marked by far more late nights with Jimin at a pub or the movies than it is by any experience he gained.
Jeongguk very soon learned he had a hard time saying no to Jimin. Maybe more importantly, he found that he very rarely wanted to.
When his internship came to a close, Jeongguk had left his tiny office with an offer to return full time after his graduation, and his boss’s words had rung true like a prophecy. “We’re planning to partner you with Park. We’ve seen the way you guys work together, and he’s recommended me highly to you. If you accept the offer, we want you to effectively work as partners in the future, whenever both our financial and marketing services are required together.”
And, as they say, the rest was history, Jeongguk was back eight months later, hired and suited up, traveling almost immediately with Jimin to help guide him. Where they had clicked as friends they were even better partners, becoming perhaps the most valued duo at the firm. Now, on nights like these, when they fall asleep with the TV on and the backs of their hands brushing, Jeongguk usually doesn’t feel like his words are failing him. No, he thinks, after all this, four years of friendship and so many nights spent side by side, there’s not much left to be said for Jimin to know what Jeongguk is thinking.
In the morning, Jeongguk wakes to Jimin’s face pressed to his neck, where he’s murmuring words that Jeongguk fails to decipher as he comes to. He groans, knowing he probably slept through Jimin’s alarm that has already been turned off. He feels Jimin peel his chest from Jeongguk’s back where their bodies had found each other in their sleep. He yawns sleepily, but is promptly greeted with a playful good morning slap to the chest.
“Jeongguk-ah, wake up, we’re gonna be late,” Jimin mumbles.
Jeongguk swats at him blindly, pouting. “You act like you aren’t still in bed.”
“Yeah, but it’s always you who makes us late,” Jimin argues, sitting up and gently moving the hair from Jeongguk’s eyes like he’s not even thinking about it.
Jeongguk pouts harder, blinking up wide-eyed at Jimin who looks, no matter how much he’s complaining, entirely endeared. It only makes Jeongguk want to pull him back to bed and stay here for the rest of the morning, but he’d never. Firstly, that would prove Jimin right. Secondly, they are both notoriously late – especially together.
“That’s not true,” Jeongguk whines, voice deep and gruff with sleep. “It’s you who makes us late.”
“Don’t even start with me Jeon Jeongguk,” Jimin says, poking Jeongguk’s cheek and brushing his hair back one more time. “Let’s just– we gotta go.”
Jeongguk starfishes on the bed when Jimin gets up, but Jimin shoots him a soft, morning smile, so he doesn’t dawdle for too much longer. No matter how many times the image of curling into Jimin’s side and tracing the skin of his collarbones runs through his head, he resists.
He’s only inside the office of their Tokyo client for about an hour before he’s getting a call from Kim Namjoon. He stares at the caller ID for three rings, wondering if it’s going to be an important work-related call, or something completely random. With Namjoon, Jeongguk can never tell, no matter if he’s their locally-based knowledge expert and research manager back at their firm in Seoul. Namjoon was also his second friend at the office, and he’s a protective hyung who likes to check in on Jeongguk at nonsense hours – even when they’re in different timezones.
He excuses himself from the room where he was working with some of the members of the marketing team, feeling lucky that he’d already finished his brief and that they’ll – hopefully – be able to handle it from here. Heading into the hallway, he picks up the call and mumbles, “Good morning, hyung,” doing his best to keep his voice down.
Namjoon’s tone is chipper through the receiver, seemingly paying no mind that it’s 9:30 AM and that they are both just beginning their mornings. As masterfully as Namjoon can cultivate a workflow, he’s also one of the blessed; he can always pick up wherever he left off with his work, regardless of how many times or for how long he was interrupted. “How are you doing, Gguk-ah?”
Jeongguk sighs, but he can’t help but chuckle. This phone call is clearly not work-related. He knows he’s not going to be able to get out of this conversation so easily, so he relents, but not without teasing. “Namjoon-hyung, did you call me in the middle of workday just to make smalltalk? Jimin and I will be back at the office on Friday.”
Namjoon chuckles heartily, like he knew this was exactly the response he was going to be getting. “Am I not allowed to check in every once in a while?”
“Well, I’m a little busy,” Jeongguk notes, already exiting the office and making a beeline for the elevator.
“C’mon, go outside. Pretend you’re having a cigarette or something,” Namjoon says.
Jeongguk forces himself not to laugh as he steps into the elevator, keeping up their little argument even though he’s already on the way down. “But I don’t smoke.”
“They don’t know that,” says Namjoon. “I bet half the office smokes.”
“I don’t know, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, pushing the button for the ground floor and fiddling with his tie. “We’ve been working with these guys for a year and a half, I think they might know–”
“Jeongguk-ah,” Namjoon tries, growing frustrated.
Jeongguk chuckles into the back of his hand. “Fine, but if I have to stay late tonight, and Jimin is on my case about it, it’s your fault,” he replies. It’s mostly a lie, because there’s no way they’re staying late. The emails he’d finally caught up on this morning were mostly positive, and based on the brief he just finished, his ideas are being largely well-received.
“You’re fine,” Namjoon says soothingly, like his words carry no weight, “Jimin would wait a thousand years for you.”
Jeongguk just laughs dryly, pushing that comment aside and walking through the revolving doors of the highrise building. He finds a place in the shade by the entryway to continue the conversation. “Okay, I’m outside now, you win. What’s up?”
“How are you doing?” Namjoon asks again, just as he had initially.
Jeongguk wrinkles his brow even though Namjoon can’t see him, wondering why Namjoon is suddenly worried enough to call him right at the start of the workday, and while he’s on business no less. “I’m okay,” he replies honestly. He looks up at the building towering above him. “Tokyo always stresses me out.”
Namjoon hums thoughtfully. “I thought you liked it there,” he says.
“I do!” exclaims Jeongguk. “I love it. It’s not the city. It’s… this company is just…”
“A mess?” Namjoon fills in with a laugh. Through the line, Jeongguk can hear the clicking of Namjoon’s mouse, most likely looking at the report Jeongguk had sent him last night. Namjoon’s good like that. Even though their work doesn’t usually overlap unless Jeongguk needs some specific research done, he always wants to know what’s going on in Jeongguk’s world.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk breathes, laughing a little, too. He shrugs unthinkingly. “Not the best client. I guess it keeps me busy.”
“Jimin keeping you entertained?” Namjoon asks. Jeongguk recoils a little bit at his response, wondering how such a natural correlation has developed between Jimin and keeping Jeongguk entertained. If only Namjoon knew, Jeongguk thinks. Not that anyone does.
He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, you could say that. He always does. Never lets me be bored.”
Namjoon snorts. “You say that like you want to be bored.”
Jeongguk’s voice dips a little bit, sighing. “No, it’s not that.” He’s not sure why he suddenly feels dragged down while talking about Jimin, but it unsettles him. The longer they stay on the topic, the more images of Jimin will flood his mind – like the way he looked at Jeongguk when they parted ways at the office this morning, how he’d touched Jeongguk so gently earlier in bed, how, before they left their hotel room, he whispered in Jeongguk’s ear to think of him again today.
Despite the heat, he shudders a little bit, always so sensitive to the idea of Jimin’s lips brushing against his ear. He’s never sure how far Jimin wants their circumstance to extend beyond hotel doors, but Jeongguk can’t seem to compartmentalize his thoughts quite like Jimin can, especially when Jimin is basically asking him not to. He seems to want Jeongguk to be thinking of him around the clock.
Namjoon comes across like he’s reacting to Jeongguk’s tone, softening his voice as he asks, “Are things okay between you two?”
“Of course they are,” Jeongguk says brightly. He smiles despite himself, because no matter how much he overthinks, that’s the truth. Of course they are. Sex is just the afterthought, the postscript to everything that defines their friendship. “He’s my best friend. Nothing could change that.”
“Okay,” Namjoon replies slowly. “I just wanted to check. Maybe I’m overthinking.”
Jeongguk tries to ease his concern, even though he’s still unsure of where’s coming from. “I appreciate that you worry about me, hyung.”
“Of course I do,” Namjoon says simply. He huffs a quiet sigh, then brightens up again. “Now how’s that SWOT analysis coming? Last I heard the VP of marketing couldn’t get his story straight on their competitors..”
“That guy!” Jeongguk exclaims, grateful for the subject change. “He’s miserable at stringing his thoughts together, and I’m not even trying to be hypocritical…”
✈
mood: lava – still woozy
The sun is still high and hot when they leave the office, and the first thing Jimin does is slip his tie over his neck and undo the top two buttons of his shirt. He tucks the tie into his leather bag and slings an arm around Jeongguk’s waist even though it’s just a little too warm outside for physical contact to feel comfortable. He bumps their hips together, and Jeongguk grins at him. He’s always been willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means being a little closer to Jimin. He throws his arm over Jimin’s shoulders as they begin to walk toward an unknown destination, feeling like they’re wandering even though they’ve spent so much time in this very neighborhood. The ginkgo trees pour trailing cascades of gorgeous leaves over the streets, and those thousands of tiny green fans provide momentary bouts of shade that ease the heat just enough. There’s a certain romance about the ginkgos, and Jeongguk looks up at them happily as his eyes trace the path of the sun that feels like it’s only just begun to set.
Jimin squeezes his waist, tone bubbly and excited, skip in his step. These are all tell-tales to Jeongguk that he had a good day. “Shall we go to a bar tonight, Gguk-ah? To celebrate being in our favorite city?’
Jeongguk laughs, watching Jimin’s face light up and glow in the afternoon sun. “We’re here, like, twice a month, hyung.”
“And?” Jimin argues, absently rubbing his arm up and down Jeongguk’s bicep, hidden beneath his blazer. “I like to celebrate every time. It’s fun being here with you.”
Jeongguk, feeling playful, smirks. “And here I was thinking that Taipei should be your favorite city we go to.”
Jimin pinches him, looking outraged. “Shut up, you do not think that. I mean, I love Taipei, but we always have the most fun here. You know Tokyo is my favorite.”
Jeongguk laughs again, pulling Jimin closer into his side. He’s not exactly sure what comes over him when he blurts his words, but it’s like the strange weight that he’s felt this entire trip suddenly comes crashing down over him. “I’m just teasing you,” murmurs Jeongguk, smirk firmly in place, tongue darting out to wet his lips subconsciously. “I was just making a joke because Taipei is the place where you bent me over for the first time.”
Jimin chokes, but then cracks up, removing himself from Jeongguk’s grasp to hit him good-naturedly a few times. His hands drag down Jeongguk’s chest, and then they slip into his own pockets. When Jeongguk gets a better look at him, he can still tell that Jimin, eyes shielded by his big sunglasses, is wearing a blush. “You remember that?” he splutters. “You’re insane.”
Jeongguk snorts, trying to keep his cool and looking straight ahead at the traffic light instead of Jimin. “Of course I do. I was literally staring at the Taipei 101 Tower while getting railed from behind. That view will never be the same.”
They both erupt into laughter, and their arms find their way around one another once again. As they walk, the memories of that night come pouring back to Jeongguk.
Jeongguk remembers that night probably a little too clearly, considering that it was almost a year ago already and they’d both had a few drinks that evening. They were coming home from a bar sometime last August, back when they used to get two hotel rooms instead of one. It was summertime in Taipei and Jeongguk followed Jimin into his room. Jimin flopped onto the big queen bed in the center of it, uncaring of how his suit might wrinkle. He wasn’t quite drunk, but Jeongguk could see the added pinkness in his cheeks and hear the looseness of his words. He was so fluid when he drank. He became just as free-flowing as alcohol itself, curling his way around everything around him – be it his hand around his drink, his arm around the back of a couch, his lips around words.
Undoing a few extra buttons on his shirt, Jimin sighed heavily and stared blankly at the ceiling. “I love my job, but sometimes I really feel like it’s going to drive me insane. I feel like I’ll never be able to find someone. We’re never even home long enough to plan a date.”
Jeongguk would have never guessed that those were the words about to leave Jimin’s mouth, so when he heard them, he traded the sinking feeling of shock in his stomach for a bit of forced laughter. He felt a little bit of insecurity rise up in his throat, but he squashed it with an even tone he was sure Jimin would never be able to see through. “Oh, are you finally sick of spending all of your time with just me?” Jeongguk asked, looking away but lacing a hint of sarcasm into his voice.
Jimin merely snorted and sat up to grab Jeongguk by the wrist and pull him to the bed. Sitting next to each other, shoulders brushing and thighs smushed together, Jimin soothed him with a hand gripping his knee. “Of course not, my darling Jeonggukie. I’m just horny and want someone to have regular sex with instead of having to find some one-off rando who’ll probably end up doing a shitty job.”
Jeongguk laughed and rolled his eyes, probably a little too aware of the hand on his knee and the way he felt hot in his suit jacket that he should have taken off as soon as they walked in the door. He bit his lip, knowing that playfulness could cover up any discomfort that came from this conversation. “Since when are you too shy to tell someone what to do? Or how to do it?”
Jimin didn’t take the bait for the joke. Instead he stuck out his chin and muttered plainly, “Well, I’m not. Some people just don’t want to be told what to do, if you know what I mean.”
Jeongguk smirked, feeling the way he grew even hotter under his button down but doing his best to pay no mind to that. This was about teasing Jimin, not about his own feelings. “Oh, do you need a good boy?” he asked.
Jimin clicked his tongue like he was considering it, leaning back against the bed to stare at the ceiling again, but his hand never left Jeongguk’s knee. “Not necessarily,” he said slowly. Which, by Jeongguk’s standard, definitely didn’t mean no. “I just need someone who knows what they’re doing. And I’m too tired to go out tonight to even find someone to do a mediocre job, so it's a lose-lose.” He huffed, then flopped back down on the bed again. His hand slid all the way up Jeongguk’s leg to linger by his waistline.“You don’t wanna go out, do you?”
Jeongguk chuckled, stretching his arms overhead. “No, hyung. I’m exhausted. I’ll just go back to my room.” Jimin’s fingers found his belt loop, and when Jeongguk turned to look at him, he was staring down at wide eyes and bright red lips turned in a pout.
“And leave me bored and horny?” Jimin whined, pulling on Jeongguk’s belt loop gently.
Jeongguk laughed awkwardly at that, diverting his eyes to Jimin’s hand at his waist. Unsure of what to say, he blurted, “What, do you want me to help or something? I figured you’d probably be more productive with that problem on your own.”
There was a silence, and Jimin’s pause alone drew Jeongguk’s gaze back to him. Jimin’s dark eyes were beautiful and wide, as vast as a starless sky and waiting to be set alight. Jeongguk watched him lick his full lips, and then Jimin breathed, “You’d help?”
Jeongguk’s face immediately burst into flames, and he turned away again, scooting to the side so their legs no longer touched. Spluttering and miserably embarrassed, he stammered, “I mean– I didn’t mean–”
Jeongguk wasn’t entirely sure what came over him at that moment. Maybe it was the underlying attraction he’d always had to Jimin. Maybe he was just bored and horny, too. All he knew was that after he said the words, embarrassment aside, he could only think about what would happen if Jimin said yes – no matter how hard he tried to cover his tracks.
Jimin sat up, too, moving closer to Jeongguk again so the warmth of their legs pressed together again. His hand dragged back up Jeongguk’s thigh, his knuckles brushing along the length of it before his fingers curled along the inseam of Jeongguk’s slacks. He spoke slowly when he murmured, “Jeongguk-ah… were you joking or not?”
All of Jimin’s presence – his tone, his wandering hands, his dark eyes – was telling Jeongguk that Jimin wanted him to be serious. But Jeongguk still had some dignity, and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself more. Jimin was his best friend, yes, but Jeongguk still looked up to him more than anybody else, and he’d never want to put their friendship on the line. So he stammered more, growing even hotter under his shirt and tempted with the idea of just running right out the door and to the safety of his own room. It would have saved him the trouble, the lisped and stuttered words, and the feeling of his heart beating out of his chest.
Yet he couldn’t help but offer anything other than the truth, even if he wormed his way around it. “You know I think you’re hot, hyung,” he said, eyes still averted but his mind filled with every single instance he’d looked at Jimin and gotten so flustered he had to look away.
Jimin sighed, though Jeongguk wasn’t quite sure why. It was almost as if he was disappointed that that was Jeongguk’s reasoning. “Yeah, and so are you. But we’re also best friends. That doesn’t mean you’d let me fuck you.”
Jeongguk bit his lip again and rubbed the back of his head. He finally mustered up the courage to take another glance at Jimin, with his fading silver hair, nearly blonde again, falling all over his eyes. He looked gorgeous and soft, and if Jeongguk had to guess – expectant? Jeongguk had to work hard to not break eye contact again, but with a quiet inhale he said, “Well, I don’t know. Why not, right?” He laughed nervously. “Is that weird?”
“Why not?” Jimin giggled, repeating his words like they were funny. His hand caressed Jeongguk’s thigh gently. “God, Jeongguk, I knew you had a crush on me back when you were a cute intern, but I didn’t think you still did.”
Jeongguk’s plan to evade further embarrassment clearly failed, and he grew even redder. A thick, viscous anxiety filled his belly as he realized that Jimin might still have thought that Jeongguk felt that way. Jeongguk got over that crush a long time ago. It vanished as soon as he realized that the two of them were on the same playing field, and that Jimin cared about Jeongguk as much as Jeongguk cared about him. It no longer felt like a crush right when he was able to recognize that every single feeling within their friendship was mutual. Love. Respect. The desire to spend time with one another.
Defensive, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Shut up, hyung. I’m just trying to do a favor.”
Jimin finally removed the hand from Jeongguk’s thigh. He reached up gently, fluffing Jeongguk’s hair softly in the way he’s made a habit of. Tucking a lock behind Jeongguk’s ear, Jimin murmured in a soft tone that left Jeongguk with goosebumps. “And I’m just teasing you like I always do. Relax, Ggukie-yah. If we’re gonna do this, it shouldn’t be tense, hm?”
Jeongguk shifted, appreciating Jimin’s touch and moving ever-so closer to him so their knees looked in at one another. Nervous, Jeongguk mumbled, “It’s already weird enough that we’re talking about it like– like some agreement or something. Shouldn’t we just, let’s just–”
Frustrated, inarticulate, and just wanting, Jeongguk gave up on his voice and raised a hand to Jimin’s cheek instead. He cupped Jimin’s face softly, but he kissed him hard.
Jimin made a muffled sound against Jeongguk’s lips, but he recovered quickly, tightening his grip on Jeongguk’s leg as they kissed hard. Jimin didn’t hesitate, either. He acted so quickly and confidently, it was almost as if it was something he’d thought about before. He started unbuttoning Jeongguk’s shirt as they kissed, leaving Jeongguk’s mouth in exchange for hot trailing kisses along Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk had almost wanted to just pull him back up for their lips to meet again, but he wasn’t quite sure of how to ask for things in this kind of situation. Either way, Jimin’s mouth felt good on him, and his hand was beginning to trail higher and higher up Jeongguk’s leg.
When he palmed over Jeongguk’s half-hard cock in his slacks, Jeongguk moaned, tilting his neck back as Jimin left kisses beneath his ear.
“You promise this is okay, Jeongguk-ah?” Jimin asked close to his ear, stilling his hand. “I don’t want this to get in the way of anything, or for you to be uncomfortable.”
Feeling bold, Jeongguk grabbed Jimin’s hand and pushed it down over his length again, leaning back to look Jimin in the eyes. “I promise. Do I seem uncomfortable?” he asked. “I want you, hyung.” He bit his lip and looked away. “You’re so hot,” he breathed.
Jimin surged to kiss him again, on the lips this time, his fingers curling around the outline of Jeongguk’s cock. “You want me to fuck you, baby? You’re gonna have to tell me how you like it.”
Jeongguk shuddered violently under Jimin’s touch and at the sound of his words, but Jimin’s smirk was unwavering, and Jeongguk had long since learned how to accept a challenge from Jimin when he saw one. “I thought this was about you, hyung,” Jeongguk replied. “Isn’t this about you wanting, good, regular sex? Aren’t you going to tell me what to do?”
Jimin chuckles, flicking open the button on Jeongguk’s slacks to grip his length through his briefs instead. “Oh, so you were paying attention. I want it to be good for you too, Gguk. We still have to figure each other out.”
Exhaling heavily through his nose, Jeongguk felt heat course through him. Anticipation felt like fire in his veins, flames licking up his bloodstream and making him run hot. Eyeing Jimin’s lithe, little body, thighs straining in his tight work pants, Jeongguk couldn’t help but reach for him and pull him in his lap, knowing how easy he was to maneuver from years of roughing each other up. “I’m all yours then, Jimin-hyung,” muttered Jeongguk. His words came out staccato, a reiteration put on repeat. “Fuck me, figure me out, and then fuck me again.”
They’ve been building patterns ever since.
mood: tokyo – joan
This memory continues to play through Jeongguk’s mind in flashes as he and Jimin walk to the bar, not stopping him from keeping up with the conversation but still sending a little thrill through him when he thinks back on just how well Jimin has come to learn him. He thinks of last night, when Jimin had kissed him so soundly and then backed him into the bed to trace the muscles of his chest with his mouth until Jeongguk was a writhing mess beneath him. It hadn’t taken Jimin very long to figure out what Jeongguk likes, but he’s also never once forgotten them.
When they get to the bar, their arms are still slung around each other. It’s busy, but they walk in at the perfect moment, two people getting up from their stools as soon as they arrive. Once Jimin and Jeongguk take their places, Jimin hangs his jacket on a hook beneath the countertop and stands again, putting a warm hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder. The noise of the bar shrouds them, so Jimin leans closer to murmur against the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.
“I’ll be right back, I have to pee. Order me the usual?”
Jeongguk just smiles at him, nodding as Jimin slips away, though not without his palm tracing all the way down Jeongguk’s back. He catches the attention of the bartender right away, ordering their drinks in rapid-fire Japanese and playing with his fingers while he waits. The bartender is quick, and she smiles at him a lot, so Jeongguk thinks that maybe his order jumped the line a little bit. He gets his highball in what feels like an instant, but before he can even take the first sip his mind is drawn elsewhere.
Staring at the backlit bottles along the shelves of the bar, he thinks of Jimin, but just as he starts to pin down the feeling that’s begun to stir up in his chest, there he appears, gorgeous and freshened up right by Jeongguk’s side. He reaches for his drink immediately, taking a long pull and propping an elbow on the bar to bat his eyelashes at Jeongguk.
“Miss me?” he murmurs, low and sarcastic.
“You wish,” Jeongguk quips back, raising the glass he’s yet to sip to hold it out in Jimin’s direction. “Cheers,” he murmurs.
Jimin bursts into a grin, the kind that makes his smile take up most of his face and his eyes curl into the waxing crescents of a warm summer night. He clinks his glass against Jeongguk’s happily, some of his drink spilling over his fingers. “Cheers, baby,” he replies, licking a droplet from his knuckle. “I’m glad to be here with you.”
“Mm, me too,” Jeongguk says. He casts his eyes down after he takes his first sip of his drink, but as he gets a sense of the energy of the bar around him, for whatever reason, he feels like he can’t match it tonight.
Jimin searches his face, but then his eyes are lighting up with a memory, and whatever question that seemed to be just on the tip of tongue slips away. “Oh! I forgot, I have a story for you. Today, after our meeting, Tanaka-san spent twenty minutes asking me for marriage advice.”
Jeongguk snorts. “Oh? Does he know you’re perpetually single?”
Jimin pouts at him. “Shut up, you’re so mean to me.”
Jeongguk just rolls his eyes. “That’s my job. Now c’mon, what kind of bad advice did you give him?”
“ Bad? ” Jimin gasps, holding a hand over his heart.
Jeongguk smiles fondly at him, but Jimin takes the cue to launch into his story. Jeongguk does his best to listen, but his attention fades in and out as Jimin talks about Tanaka. From Jimin’s tone alone, Jeongguk knows it’s not too serious, so he tells himself Jimin won’t hold it against him. Instead, his mind wanders as he stares blankly at Jimin’s profile and swirls his mostly-full drink. He looks electric under the dim lights of the bar. He’s cast in shadows and gold, and Jeongguk traces the delicate slope of his nose down to the plumpness of his lips moving fast as he tells his story. His wavy hair has lost a little volume throughout the day, but it still falls over his forehead gracefully. He’s laughing, smiling brightly and whatever Tanaka had said to him this afternoon, but Jeongguk is far more focused on the way he looks than what he’s saying.
Whenever Jeongguk is given moments to study Jimin like this, he can’t help how beautiful he looks when he’s happy. He’s animated, talking in big gestures with one hand while the other is wrapped tightly around his drink. His makeup is faint but it makes his eyes look bigger, so fiery and excited. Jeongguk reckons he only notices because he knows Jimin’s bare face so well. They’ve seen each other in every form. As Jimin squeaks out a giggle and pauses to take a sip from his glass, he grins, looking in Jeongguk’s eyes. Despite the fact that Jeongguk isn’t entirely sure the direction the story’s going, he smiles back. No matter Jimin’s words, Jeongguk’s attention is always on him in some form. Even if they were across the room from each other, Jeongguk would still be able to sense Jimin’s energy, his aura, his mood.
But in his distraction, his thoughts return to where they had started to venture just as Jimin returned from the bathroom. They settle on the sound of Namjoon’s voice when he called this morning. He seemed more worried than he let on, and all Jeongguk wants to understand is why. Jeongguk doesn’t think he’s given Namjoon any reason to be worried about him. Despite his own unsettled feelings on this trip, so far, nothing has really been out of the ordinary. It’s just Tokyo, where they do slow business and spend their evenings tucked into izakayas. Had Namjoon noticed something between Jeongguk and Jimin? Even worse, had Jimin noticed something’s off, and asked Namjoon to check in? If that’s true, would that mean that Jimin has grown too nervous to check in himself?
The thought alone terrifies Jeongguk. He would hate to think that anything could ever come in between the two of them. He can’t imagine Jimin hesitating to confront him, about anything. The two of them have always moved together so easily. They brighten and darken together, like the sky at dusk. It’s been like this for so long.
He starts to shake his leg on the barstool, and Jimin notices immediately.
Jeongguk finds a hand on his knee and Jimin’s concerned eyes trained right on him. Jeongguk hopes that Jimin hadn’t stopped mid-sentence, but he hadn’t quite registered any of the sentences leaving Jimin’s mouth for at least a minute.
“Are you okay, Gguk?” Jimin murmurs softly, setting his drink down. “Do you want to go back to the hotel or something?”
“What?” Jeongguk blurts as he snaps out of it. “No! Why would you think that?” His voice is more panicked than it is aggressive, and that seems to only concern Jimin more.
Jimin sends him a gentle smile, his fingers moving slightly over Jeongguk’s kneecap. Then his eyes cast toward Jeongguk’s diluted, sweating drink, paler than it was when they sat down from all the melting ice. “You’ve hardly touched your drink, baby. I know when you’re distracted. What’s on your mind?”
Though he doesn’t say anything, Jeongguk feels a warmth spread through his chest and down his shoulders as he’s reminded of how well Jimin knows him and how closely he pays attention. Still, he doesn’t really feel ready to voice any of his thoughts. They feel too abstract, or too far from the truth. They might just be in his head.
“Ah, nothing,” Jeongguk tries. “Just wo–”
“Jeongguk,” Jimin interrupts softly, squeezing Jeongguk’s knee. “It’s not work. I know you better than that. If it was work, you’d tell me. We’re partners.” Jeongguk feels caught, but Jimin isn’t angry. Instead, he has that same warm look of compassion on his face that’s comforted Jeongguk since the day he met him. “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but we also don’t have to be here. We can just go hang out in our room or something, get gyudon across the street.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, but he smiles. He does want to be here. He shouldn’t have let his thoughts wander off in the first place, not when Jimin was so excited to come out with him tonight and tell him his funny story. “Nothing’s wrong,” he assures. “I promise.”
Jimin still seems uncertain, lips pulling down into a suspicious frown. “Jeongguk-ah…” he warns.
To show he means it, Jeongguk lifts up his hand and holds out his pink in a habit of theirs. When it’s serious, they pinky swear. It’s silly, but it’s come to hold more weight than maybe they’d intended to when they first started doing it. “Seriously,” Jeongguk consoles. “There’s just a lot on my mind. But that doesn’t mean that something’s wrong, okay?”
He means his words. In reality, there is nothing wrong. In fact, things are good – he’s at a bar in Tokyo with his best friend, and they’ve had a smoother week than they've ever had visiting this office. He just feels bogged down by his emotions, and though it’s normally Jimin who helps him erode away the pressure that his feelings tend to give him, Jeongguk feels like he can’t approach him with this. It’s the first time Jeongguk has ever felt this way. Since he learned that Jimin will always listen, he’s never hesitated to talk to him about his feelings, especially because that’s why their friendship works so well. They are always upfront with one another, about one another. If they’re annoyed at each other, if they need space, if there’s something they want the other to know – they always say it.
Even when Jeongguk had started his internship all those years ago, Jimin had looked at him with those same concerned eyes and asked, “Jeongguk-ah, why are you so nervous around me?”
And Jeongguk had replied the only way he could think of. “To be honest, I have a little bit of a crush on you, hyung.”
They’d laughed, and it cleared the air, and then they moved forward again. It was cute, but it was honest.
If Jimin knew Jeongguk was holding back now, he’d probably be disappointed. Jimin was the very person who taught Jeongguk how to talk about his emotions, but something about this feels different. Jeongguk feels frozen in place, and there’s no way to move these thoughts out of his mouth like warm breath in cold air when they’re stuck solid in his mouth.
He wiggles his outstretched pinky, and Jimin takes it, smiling despite himself. “Okay,” he says, squeezing their fingers together. “Do you want hyung to take you out to eat after this? Something nice?”
Jeongguk laughs fondly, unable to help himself. He catches that spark in Jimin’s eye and falls a little bit in love with it, watching as he lights up like the first strike of a match and then burns just as brightly. Jimin’s brown eyes always flicker and gleam when he wants to do something for someone – it’s like his body can no longer contain his brilliance and warmth, so it has to be reflected outward. His love language is most certainly giving, and in every sense of the word. He gives words like they’re love letters, gives touch like his hands can heal. He gives a nice meal like it’s nothing, gifts at every occasion, hugs just for the sake of it. There’s never a moment where he’s not giving, and it’s part of the reason Jeongguk loves him so much.
And as that thought washes over him, his stomach twists, realizing how often he takes, and the ways in which he wants to give back.
Still chuckling, he replies, “I definitely want to eat, but you don’t have to pay, and it doesn’t have to be something fancy.”
Jimin is not having it, using the hand on Jeongguk’s knee to playfully jostle him around a little bit. “Why not? I want to. It’ll be nice, and we look the part.”
Jimin does look gorgeous today, Jeongguk thinks. No matter how many times they revisit the same clients, Jimin always dresses like he’s making a first impression. His suit is a delicate, thin-striped plaid, and his button down gives the illusion that it’s made of silk. The flash of a YSL logo on his belt glints at his waistline, but it’s no competition for his eyes behind round, silver-framed glasses.
Jeongguk supposes he’s right.
Tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, Jeongguk rolls his shoulders and sighs like he’s relenting something, even though Jimin probably would have won him over no matter what. Raising his drink against his lips, he murmurs, “I guess you’re right. Fine, take me out, hyung. Only because you insisted.”
Jimin giggles, finally raising his hand from Jeongguk’s knee but only to grip his arm instead. He squeezes Jeongguk’s bicep and says, “I’ve been insisting on doing things with you since the day I met you. That’ll hardly change, Jeongguk-ah. I like you too much.”
Jeongguk blushes hard, flicking Jimin’s forearm as he ducks his head. As Jimin laughs at him, he thinks that maybe he doesn’t feel so far away from that kid he once was, with bright cherry-colored hair and a shy smile, walking into his first office job in a suit that was just a little too big for him, stumbling over his feet and his words when Jimin would offer to take him out for a beer after the workday was done.
mood: better – sg lewis, clario
They end up going somewhere fancy in Ginza, and they drink too much sake at dinner. Jeongguk doesn’t know how much the bill is, but because Jimin refuses to let him look at it, he imagines it’s quite a lot. He thanks him profusely as they take the JR back to their hotel, and Jimin just hushes him as they stand with their hands stacked on top of one another on the pole in the train car. They’re giggling over nothing when they walk through the hotel doors, all of the staff greeting them with deep bows and warmly murmured words to say goodnight.
They’re alone in the elevator when they go up, and as soon as the doors shut, Jimin’s mouth is on Jeongguk’s ear. Things were hardly tense until now, but Jimin has this way of just flipping the switch. They can go from the most lighthearted of times, laughing over funny videos on their phones or talking about gossip in the office, and seconds later Jimin will have him bated and breathless, waiting for whatever move he’s going to make next.
Lips on the shell of Jeongguk’s ear, brushing the silver hoops he’s wearing, Jimin murmurs, “When we get upstairs, let me suck you off.”
Jeongguk blanches, tightening his fist where it’s tucked in his pocket. Jimin’s hand is flirting at his waist as he continues to press on his tiptoes to ghost his lips along the skin of Jeongguk’s neck. “Hyung–” Jeongguk stammers. “You don’t have to.”
Jimin always manages to catch him off guard after all this time. Sometimes, when the energy between them feels so steady, Jeongguk finds himself forgetting that this is a thing they do – that when he gets home, Jimin fucks him and kisses him and whispers dirty things into his ear. It’s not like he can’t initiate it, either, and he often does, but Jimin tends to get to it first, and he has a wicked way of making Jeongguk come apart before they even get started.
“We don’t have to do any of this,” Jimin chuckles, kissing Jeongguk’s neck. “I want to.”
The thing is, they usually don’t focus on foreplay. It’s not that it never happens, but it’s rarely the goal. Jeongguk bites his lip. “But what about you?”
Jimin lowers onto his flat feet as the elevator halts and the doors slide open. “What do you mean, what about me?”
They walk quietly down the hallway, and as Jimin swipes his keycard to open their door, Jeongguk murmurs, “Will you fuck me after?”
Jimin’s smile is slick and impish, and he raises both hands to Jeongguk’s cheeks as they idle in the entryway, the door swinging shut behind them. “You’re thinking too far in advance, baby,” he says softly. He brushes their lips together, his breath warm, his mouth wet. “I just want to feel you in my mouth.” He kisses Jeongguk deeply, licking his way past his lips to suck on his tongue softly. As he pulls away, Jeongguk’s heart racing, he adds, “Let me, hm?”
Jeongguk shudders as Jimin’s palms slide down his neck before pulling away. “Okay,” he replies. “I just want you to feel good.”
Jimin, endeared, laughs teasingly as he slips off his blazer and hangs it up. “You’re too sweet for your own good, Gguk-ah” he murmurs. “Making someone else feel good is half the fun for me. Don’t you know by now?” he asks, looking over his shoulder to offer Jeongguk a sultry look. “Have I not made you come undone enough times?”
Jeongguk chuckles, flustered as he unlaces his loafers and steps further into their hotel room. “Is there ever enough?”
Jimin smirks as he comes closer to Jeongguk again, hands wandering before he kisses Jeongguk once more – just enough to leave him riled up. “What, do you want me to wreck you, baby? Did you think of me today like I asked you to?”
Jeongguk clenches his jaw, feeling the way Jimin takes over him so easily, watching the game unfold and sensing the way he loses. “Of course I did,” he mutters. His eyes flash down to Jimin before him, with his exposed collarbones and tight plaid slacks, messy hair and dark eyes. “It’s hard not to, when you look like that at the office.”
Jimin raises his eyebrows, toying with Jeongguk’s belt loops as he presses their hips together. “Like what?”
Jeongguk ducks his head. He should’ve known Jimin would ask. “I don’t know. Hot. You always look good, hyung.”
“Says you, muscles,” Jimin murmurs, slipping his hands beneath Jeongguk’s blazer and easing it off of his shoulders. He helps Jeongguk out of it and then turns to hang it up, talking all the while. With his back turned, Jeongguk can vaguely register his arms moving, and when Jimin turns around, his shirt is unbuttoned, leaving the smooth muscles and soft skin of his abdomen exposed. “You arms in this shirt? Not bad.”
“Not bad?” Jeongguk frowns, crossing his arms with a pout.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Gorgeous,” he concedes, coming back over to Jeongguk to leave a kiss on the corner of his jaw. “Especially when you roll your sleeves up.”
He traces the inside of Jeongguk’s forearm before pushing him back against the wall instead of toward one of the beds, and then he falls to his knees. His open shirt billows around him, and Jeongguk looks down with wide eyes. He wets his lips as Jimin’s hands settle on his waist and push him even harder against the wall.
“Tell me, Gguk, did you think about me on my knees today? Like this?” Jimin continues.
Unsure of how to answer and not wanting to give too much away, Jeongguk doesn’t reply. He just keeps his heavy gaze staring at Jimin unwaveringly, licking his lips once more. Jimin reaches to untuck Jeongguk’s shirt from his slacks, and he undoes the last few buttons to expose the vee of his hips. He starts to mouth along Jeongguk’s waistband, lips just above the elastic peeking out of Jeongguk’s pants.
“C’mon,” he eggs, “tell me what you think about.”
Jeongguk huffs a breath. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he says around a smirk. He raises his eyebrows and curls a hand around the back of Jimin’s head. He doesn’t push, but he simply lets his fingers rest at the nape of Jimin’s neck, saying I’m here.
“Mm, I probably would,” Jimin agrees, but he gives up on his argument for the sake of undoing Jeongguk’s belt and flicking open the button of his slacks. After he undoes the zipper, he hooks his fingers in Jeongguk’s briefs and pulls so his pants pool at his feet. Jeongguk’s hard cock slaps up against his stomach, and from below, Jimin looks up at him with shiny, glinting eyes, so ready to give. His gaze is so blatant that Jeongguk almost feels the need to look away. It hangs over him heavily, causing his stomach to tighten and anticipation to creep into his fingers. “Look at you,” breathes Jimin. “So gorgeous. You know it, too, don’t you?”
Jeongguk bites his lip, knowing there’s a blush creeping down his chest from the attention Jimin is giving him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and Jeongguk is puddy in his hands. “Hyung,” he whines. “I hate when you do this.”
Jimin’s hand is creeping up the inside of his thigh as he asks rhetorically, “When I compliment you, or when I rile you up?” His hand completes its journey, sliding along Jeongguk’s hip bone before wrapping his fingers tightly around Jeongguk’s cock. He looks up with hooded eyes as he slowly moves his fist. “You have such a nice cock, too. I should suck you off more often. You always feel so good in my mouth.”
Jimin knows exactly how to work Jeongguk up, and he never misses any opportunity to make Jeongguk more and more flustered. Jeongguk already feels close to asking please, and even when he quips a comeback, Jimin is always one step ahead. “If that were true, you would already–” Jeongguk starts.
Jimin interrupts him with a sweet laugh before he can finish, and then he’s effectively cutting Jeongguk’s words off by putting his mouth on Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk groans immediately as he presses his fingers a little harder into the nape of Jimin’s neck. He leans his head back against the wall and his eyes flutter shut; no matter how badly he wants to look down at Jimin slowly working his mouth over his cockhead, he knows it’ll only make him come undone faster. He doesn’t know if Jimin has ever sucked him off like this – wide-eyed and on his knees. Usually, it’s quick between his legs when they’re both sprawled out across a hotel bed, not this. This feels so much different. It feels more intimate, more vulnerable.
Maybe it’s the surge of emotions that Jeongguk has been feeling, but as soon as Jimin starts to bob his head and slide his lips along Jeongguk’s cock, Jeongguk gives in to the moment. He lets moans slip past his lips as Jimin fists his cock with one hand and suckles on the head his length.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and he dares to open his eyes. Jimin senses the gaze on him immediately, pulling off of Jeongguk’s cock to look up at him. His lips are bright red, and as he holds his eye contact, he darts his tongue out to circle the head of Jeongguk’s cock teasingly. Jeongguk groans at the sight and closes his eyes once again. Jimin, as always, knows exactly what he’s doing.
He’s just as slow and teasing when he sucks cock as he always is. His tongue drags on the underside of Jeongguk’s length and his cheeks hollow out to make the most perfect, wet friction. Every time he brings his head back down, he takes Jeongguk deeper, easing open his throat and moving so fluidly that Jeongguk gives in little bits at a time to watch. Eventually Jimin’s hand falls away completely, and he starts taking Jeongguk even deeper, his nose brushing close to Jeongguk’s stomach.
As he sucks Jeongguk off, his palms wander from Jeongguk’s hips to his ass, cupping his cheeks. As he spreads Jeongguk open, Jeongguk can’t help but buck forward. Jimin just takes it, letting Jeongguk meet his mouth with shallow, soft thrusts. As one of Jimin’s fingers comes to tease at his dry hole, he pulls off. Jeongguk peers down at him just in time to see Jimin suck his red, wet bottom lip into his mouth and release it so it pops perfectly back into place.
mood: can i – kehlani, tory lanez
He ghosts his lips on Jeongguk’s thigh and asks, “Will you let me fuck you after this? After I make you come once?”
Jeongguk feels his knees weaken a little bit at the idea of Jimin playing with his cock so much that he comes again, and he has to hold back a whimper, especially as he watches Jimin suck a finger into his mouth. He reaches it around Jeongguk’s back to tease at his hole again, slicker this time but not pushing in.
“ Let you,” Jeongguk breathes sarcastically, reminding Jimin that the answer is never no.
Jimin smirks. “Just checking, baby. I know you’re always so good for me.”
Jeongguk whines as Jimin starts to suck him off again, but with his words it doesn’t take him very long to come. His hips still move faintly as Jimin takes him deep, and when he does finish, it’s with a loud cry and the tip of Jimin’s index finger pressed inside of him. After Jimin stands, Jeongguk pulls him for a kiss, and for once, as Jimin tries to pull away, Jeongguk dares to whisper, “Hyung, just kiss me for a little, please. I want to kiss you.”
Jimin hovers in front of his face, lips parted as if he’s hesitating – but then he smiles like the sun bursting past the clouds, and lets his hands wander Jeongguk’s back as they kiss up against the wall. They stay like that, chasing each other's mouths and learning them for longer than they ever have, until Jeongguk’s cock is hard again against Jimin’s abdomen. When Jeongguk finally breaks the kiss, he cards his hands through Jimin’s soft hair.
“Jiminie-hyung, will you fuck me now?”
Jimin smiles, kissing the corner of Jeongguk’s lips. “You want it now, baby? How do you want it?”
Jeongguk feels overwhelmed by the idea of choice, since he usually wants Jimin to tell him what to do, what he wants. Pulling Jimin firmly by the shoulder, he lowers his voice and his eyes and says, “Hard, on my back. You’re gonna keep kissing me, okay? I want you moaning into my mouth.”
Jeongguk watches Jimin shiver, and it feels like a little victory.
“I’ll kiss you all night, Gguk-ah. I’ll kiss you and fuck you until you come all over yourself, until you’re asking to come again.”
“Game on,” Jeongguk mutters. Even though he always wants it and that it never takes much, he says, “I know you know how to make me want it. I’ve got nothing but time.”
On the contrary, they’re late to the office the next morning.