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it started with a whine and a pout.

“tae,” jimin groaned, flopping onto the couch dramatically, limbs spilling over taehyung’s lap, “we finished exams. we survived. please tell me you’re not about to waste this night sleeping.”

taehyung didn’t even blink. “sleeping is self-care.”

“clubbing is celebration,” jimin argued, poking at tae’s cheek. “i already picked a place. cheap drinks, okay reviews, kinda underground. all you have to do now is say yes.”

“fine. but if it’s lame, i’m blaming you,” tae muttered.

“you always do.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

two hours later, they stepped into a club that jimin picked off a random tiktok recommendation. the place was dimly lit, throbbing with heavy bass and a purple-red hue that painted the floor and the crowd in hazy color. the drinks were strong, the music was loud… and honestly? kind of bad.

“this dj’s got beef with rhythm,” taehyung shouted into jimin’s ear, making him laugh.

it wasn’t awful, not really, but the vibe felt a little off. most people milled about in clusters, and the dance floor wasn’t exactly popping.

jimin sipped on his drink while tae slipped away to the bar to flirt with a tall and handsome guy he’d caught eyes with.

and then he didn’t come back.

left alone, jimin ordered a drink. then another. and another.

eventually, he found himself nestled into a semi-hidden booth toward the back of the club — dimly lit and mostly quiet, except for the muffled pulse of music through the walls. empty glasses littered the table, and jimin was just buzzed enough not to care. he was feeling soft around the edges, limbs loose, body warm and restless.

he glanced at his phone. no messages from tae.

with a sigh, he called him.

“where the hell are you?” jimin slurred, frowning.

on the other end, taehyung giggled. “with someone.”

“you left me?”

“you told me to have fun!” tae protested, unapologetic. “you should have fun too. dance a bit. call an uber when you’re done being cranky.”

jimin sighed, head thudding back against the seat. “okay. go get laid or whatever.”

“you too, maybe,” tae teased. “goodnight, baby boy.”

the call ended. jimin blinked at the mess of lights and motion around him. he was happy for tae. honestly. it had been a rough few weeks and tae deserved something easy and hot and fun.

but still, now he was alone in a mid-tier club with only bad remixes and watered-down cocktails for company.

he tossed back some water, stood up, and made his way to the dance floor.

and there, under the dizzy swirl of lights and drunk enough not to care, jimin let go.

he moved like the music was made for him, body fluid, hips sharp, every motion drawing eyes without trying. something about the alcohol stripped the tension off him, made him bold, made him beautiful. the floor filled in a little more. he felt the heat of people around him. their attention. the drag of eyes over his skin. he was aware of it but didn’t perform for it.

in the crowd, across the club, jeongguk leaned against the bar sipping from a short glass. his tattooed fingers tapped absently at the side, lip ring glinting every time he moved.

seokjin was long gone — left earlier with some guy who looked like trouble in vintage sunglasses. but jeongguk had stuck around, lingering at the bar, a little bored. until now.

his gaze fixed on the boy in the middle of the floor. messy blonde hair. soft face. tight jeans that clung like a second skin. and those lips…they were made to be kissed. he was flushed, glowing, and clearly drunk – but in a way that made him radiant.

jeongguk’s drink stilled in his hand. he was pretty. really fucking pretty.

pretty sure i saw him earlier, he thought. was it with the guy jin left with?

he made a mental note and kept watching, unable to look away.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

after a while, jimin’s legs started to ache. he was hot, sweaty, and more than a little drunk. the crowd pressed too close and the beat was starting to feel more like a headache than a rhythm.

so he slipped back to his booth and collapsed into the seat with a groan. a bottle of water sat half-full beside him, and he grabbed it, sipping slowly as he cooled off. he lowered his head onto the table to rest. just a little. just until he could think clearly enough to order an uber. he figured he’d wait twenty minutes or so. sober up a little.

he didn’t hear the footsteps until they stopped right beside him.

“hey,” a voice said, low and calm.

jimin startled, lifting his head quickly to see a stranger – albeit a hot one – sliding into the booth beside him.

dark hair, dark eyes, tattoos winding up a bare forearm. a silver ring gleamed on his lower lip. he looked like sex in human form.

jimin stared, wide-eyed.

“sorry,” the boy said, smiling slightly. “didn’t mean to scare you. i’m jeongguk.”

“...jimin,” he replied before his brain caught up.

jeongguk nodded. “i think your friend left with my friend. seokjin.”

jimin blinked.

taehyung.

he pulled his phone out and sent a quick text.

jimin: is the guy you left with named seokjin?

tae: yeah?? how do u know that???

jimin: i’m with his friend. jeongguk. he just sat with me.

tae: LMAOOO WHAT. is he hot??

jimin glanced sideways. jeongguk was sitting there with one arm slung over the back of the booth, watching him with a smile. his gaze didn’t waver – it dropped to jimin’s lips, his collarbones, and back up to his eyes.

jimin: yeah. he’s insanely hot.

tae: go get laid pls i’m begging. take your chance.

jimin’s ears burned.

he looked back at jeongguk, heart racing. he hesitated for a second. then, bold and drunk and encouraged by tae’s texts and the heat swirling in his belly, he tilted his head and asked.

“…wanna take me home?”

jeongguk blinked.

then his expression darkened – like someone had flipped a switch behind his eyes. the soft curiosity melted into something darker, heavier, lustier. his lip ring glinted again when he smiled, just slightly.

“mine or yours?”

“…yours.”

there was a pause. then jeongguk exhaled through his nose – sharp and pleased – and reached forward to grab jimin’s hand.

his fingers wrapped around jimin’s smaller ones, warm and strong.

“come on then,” he said.

and just like that, he stood, tugging jimin along behind him – out of the booth, across the club, and straight toward the parking lot.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the club’s bass was still a phantom in jimin’s body when the heavy door of jeongguk’s car shut behind him. jimin sat in the passenger seat, heart hammering, skin flushed, head spinning – he wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the mans intense stare.

jeongguk slipped into the driver’s seat with ease, but didn’t start the car. instead, he turned to jimin, voice steady and low.

“i haven’t had anything to drink tonight,” he said, as if reading jimin’s mind. “i drove seokjin here and promised him i’d be the sober one.”

jimin blinked at him, surprised and a little relieved, but mostly more turned on. “so you’re sober?”

“yeah.” jeongguk’s eyes dropped to jimin’s lips. “and you’re very drunk. so if you want to change your mind—"

“i don’t,” jimin interrupted quickly. “i know what i want.”

the tension in the car thickened, humming between their bodies like a live wire. jimin looked down at his lap, thighs pressing tight together. he was already hard. aching.

he glanced back up, cheeks hot. “...i don’t even think i can wait,” he said softly.

jeongguk’s gaze sharpened.

“backseat,” jeongguk said, barely a whisper.

jimin didn’t need to be told twice.

jeongguk climbed out, opened jimin’s door, and tugged him gently by the wrist. jimin followed, breath short.

when he pulled open the back door of his car and climbed in. he moved quickly, shifting to lie across the backseat, broad shoulders stretching over the leather, thighs spread and cock already hard where it curved up against his lower stomach.

jimin followed, the club’s lights still flickering in the back of his mind, blood hot in his veins. he stepped in and climbed on top of jeongguk without hesitation, straddling him, knees pressed into the seats, thighs trembling from the sheer need coiled in his belly.

their lips met, messy and frantic, hands tugging at clothes. their shirts were pushed up, pants and boxers shoved down just enough for access, the cold leather of the seat barely registering against their skin. jimin’s cock bobbed between them, leaking at the tip, while jeongguk’s was thick and flushed, lying heavy against his abs.

“fuck,” jeongguk muttered, rifling through the center console and pulling out a small zip-up pouch. from it, he took a condom and a travel-sized bottle of lube.

“you always keep those in your car?” jimin teased breathlessly, trying to keep calm through the pounding of his pulse.

jeongguk shot him a look as he uncapped the lube. “i didn’t know i’d meet you tonight – guess i got lucky.”

the car’s ceiling light had dimmed, then jeongguk leaned up, sitting just enough to support himself on his elbows, and reached behind jimin, fingers coated with lube. jimin shivered when he felt them press between his cheeks, cool and slick, rubbing slow circles around his rim.

“let me prep you, baby,” jeongguk murmured, breath brushing warm against jimin’s throat. “don’t wanna hurt you.”

jimin nodded, already panting. “please.”

the first finger slipped in smoothly, and jimin’s breath hitched. his body twitched slightly, trying to adjust, but he didn’t pull away. jeongguk’s voice stayed low and encouraging as he worked the finger slowly, opening him up before adding a second.

“ah— fuck,” jimin moaned, high and shaky, hips bucking forward.

jeongguk groaned softly at the sound. “you’re making the prettiest fucking noises right now.”

jimin was already a mess. he couldn’t help the way his mouth dropped open or the way little gasps and cries spilled out each time jeongguk curled or scissored his fingers. his body was trembling with every stretch, every thrust of those long fingers.

“you’re doing so good,” jeongguk praised, voice rough. “so fucking good.”

a third finger slid in and jimin let out a loud whimper, hips jolting. the burn was sharp at first, but his body was pliant, open, desperate. he leaned forward a little, chest brushing jeongguk’s as he tried to breathe through the fullness.

he pulled his fingers out slowly, and jimin gasped at the emptiness.

then he heard the rip of the condom wrapper, the rustle of movement, a soft grunt as jeongguk rolled it on and slicked himself.

“gonna let me in now?” jeongguk asked, tearing the condom packet open with his teeth and rolling it on.

“yes—please,” jimin breathed.

jeongguk slicked himself quickly, then reached for jimin’s hips, guiding them gently.

“come here. go slow,” he murmured.

jimin nodded and rose to his knees, positioning himself above jeongguk’s cock. he gripped the base and aligned it with his entrance, then slowly began to sink down, jaw dropping with a stuttered moan.

“fuck—fuck—” jimin gasped, eyes squeezed shut.

the stretch made his thighs tremble and his toes curl, a sting of pain making him shake. jeongguk’s hands stayed firm on his hips, holding him steady, not forcing anything.

“breathe through it,” jeongguk whispered, voice low and strained. “just like that, baby. doing so good.”

inch by inch, jimin took him in, until he was seated fully, thighs spread wide over jeongguk’s lap, breath shuddering.

they both stayed still for a moment, hearts racing, sweat building between their bare skin.

and then jimin started to move.

he lifted his hips just a little, then dropped them back down, gasping when the burn began to melt into pleasure. the second bounce was easier. the third made him moan. his hands found jeongguk’s chest for balance, each movement sending sparks of heat up his spine.

it didn’t take long before jimin was riding him, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the car.

jeongguk groaned beneath him, eyes locked on jimin’s face, on the way his brows pinched in pleasure and his mouth parted with each breathy noise.

“that’s it,” jeongguk murmured. “fuck yourself on me.”

the pace picked up, jimin’s rhythm more confident now, and jeongguk began to thrust up into him, angling his hips with purpose. the angle changed everything. jimin cried out, his back arching, entire body jolting as jeongguk hit that spot inside him.

“there—fuck—there—” he gasped, chasing that spot again and again.

the car windows began to fog, the smell of sex thick in the air. sweat dripped down jimin’s spine, his thighs sticky, his cock bouncing against his belly with every motion.

“g-guk— fuck— i’m close,” jimin gasped, trembling.

“then come,” jeongguk groaned, thrusting up hard. “be a good boy and come for me.”

jimin sobbed.

his orgasm hit like lightning – sharp, hot, blinding. jimin’s eyes rolled back as he came, moaning loudly, cock pulsing untouched, cum spilling over his stomach and dripping down. jeongguk watched it — watched him — and cursed, the sight wrecking him.

“good boy,” jeongguk rasped, voice raw.

and jimin kept coming — or maybe it was a second orgasm — the praise tipping him over again, his body still pulsing, cock still leaking.

jeongguk’s rhythm faltered, breath catching.

he thrust deep one last time, groaning low, as he spilled into the condom, hips twitching from the force of it. jimin whimpered from the overstimulation, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, thighs quivering.

they stilled in the sticky heat of the car, panting.

after a moment, jeongguk gently pulled out and tugged jimin down to lay on top of him. one arm wrapped loosely around jimin’s waist, the other brushing damp hair off his forehead.

jeongguk kissed the shell of jimin’s ear.

“was that enough?” he whispered. “or do you still wanna come back to mine?”

jimin flushed deeply, body still trembling in the aftermath.

“...yours,” he whispered.

jeongguk smiled and kissed his temple. “good. i’m not done with you yet.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the elevator ride is quiet.

jimin leans heavily into jeongguk’s side, legs just shy of shaking from earlier. his skin feels too hot under his clothes, lips swollen, and his mind cloudy from everything they just did. he should feel embarrassed, maybe. wrecked in the backseat of a stranger’s car. but jeongguk’s arm is strong around his waist, holding him upright like he’s something valuable. jimin lets himself lean into it.

jeongguk guides him gently through the hallway once they reach his floor, unlocking the door with one hand while the other stays on jimin’s waist. his apartment is warm, clean, quiet. the soft glow of ambient light wraps around them like a sigh.

“sit,” jeongguk says softly, guiding jimin to the couch.

jimin sinks into the cushions with a grateful exhale.

while jeongguk disappears for a moment to get some water, jimin toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket, still feeling a little lightheaded. his legs ache pleasantly, a deep throb in his thighs and lower back reminding him of just how intense the car ride had been.

jeongguk returns with two cold glasses. “drink this,” he says, handing the glass to jimin.

they sip in silence.

and then jimin asks, voice soft, “do you do this a lot?”

jeongguk’s brow arches. “invite guys over?”

“mm. guys you meet at clubs.”

jeongguk tilts his head, thinks about it. “no. not really. only when they’re… cute and kind of irresistible.”

jimin chuckles, but his cheeks burn.

jeongguk’s smile lingers.

“and what about you?” jeongguk asks, stepping a little closer. “do you always kiss strangers in the backseat of their car?”

“only when they’re hot and look like trouble,” jimin mutters, tipping his glass back.

jeongguk chuckles, then takes the glass from his hand and sets both cups down on the coffee table. he leans in, slow and sure, until jimin is backed gently against the couch.

jeongguk glances at the clock on the wall, then at jimin’s flushed cheeks and slowly empty glass of water on the table beside them. “you sober enough?” he murmurs, voice dipping again, deeper this time.

jimin nods. “clear as day.”

jeongguk’s eyes darken. “good. because i want you to remember tonight.”

jimin’s breath catches.

“i was serious, you know,” jeongguk murmurs, fingers brushing jimin’s jaw. “i’m not done with you yet.”

“yeah?”

jeongguk nods, then leans in and kisses him — unhurried, lips warm, gentle pressure that deepens only when jimin sighs and melts into him.

he only pulls away to stand and effortlessly lift jimin up from the back of his thighs. jimin gasps, arms wrapping around his shoulders out of instinct, his already-stirring cock pressing against jeongguk’s abdomen.

“fuck,” jimin mutters, breath hitching. “you’re really strong.”

jeongguk smirks. “you like that?”

jimin nods quickly, biting his lip. his cock twitches again.

jeongguk carries him into the bedroom without breaking a sweat. the lights are low, bed made in dark sheets that match the ink on jeongguk’s arms. he lays jimin down gently before climbing on and beginning to undress him – slowly, reverently. they peel away layers, warm skin exposed inch by inch.

jeongguk sits back against the headboard, knees bent, legs spread wide. he tilts his head.

“come here, baby.”

jimin moves without hesitation, settling between jeongguk’s open legs. jeongguk guides him into place, until jimin’s back is flush against his chest, his ass brushing against jeongguk’s hard cock.

jeongguk’s arms snake around him.

he spreads jimin’s legs open, revealing the soft, flushed length already leaking between them.

“just like that,” jeongguk breathes into his ear. “sit still for me.”

jimin’s breath stutters.

jeongguk grabs the lube from the nightstand, slicks it between his palms, and reaches around to grip jimin’s cock with one hand — slow, warm, and firm.

jimin moans, hips twitching. “ah— ngh… j-jeongguk…”

“shh, i got you,” jeongguk coos, starting to stroke him. his hand is firm and steady, dragging from base to tip, twisting his wrist slightly on the way up. his thumb brushes over the sensitive slit, smearing precum, circling it with lazy intent.

jimin tries to squirm — tries to pull away just slightly, overwhelmed already — but jeongguk just tightens his knees around him, locking him in place. his arms cage jimin in, and he leans his head forward until his cheek is pressed against jimin’s and his chin is hooked on his shoulder.

jimin sobs softly, back arching, thighs twitching. “f-fuck… it’s too— hnnh—!”

“stay still, baby.” jeongguk whispers in his ear. “you’re gonna take it for me. right?”

jimin nods frantically, fingers clutching jeongguk’s thighs. “y-yes…”

“good boy.” jeongguk strokes faster now, his other hand keeping jimin spread open and helpless.

and jimin feels it — the praise like heat curling inside him, making him twitch in jeongguk’s grip.

jeongguk’s hand moves slickly over jimin’s cock, grip perfect — not too tight, not too loose, just enough to make jimin tremble. he can’t hide anything like this. not his leaking cock, not the way his legs shake, not the way his whimpers pitch higher with every stroke.

jimin lets out a broken cry, his cock twitching. “jeongguk— ngh…i’m gonna—”

“not yet.” jeongguk’s voice is gentle but commanding. “don’t come until i say so.”

jimin whines loudly, writhing in his arms. “can’t— can’t hold it—”

“you can.” jeongguk mouths at his neck, then sinks his teeth into the junction between neck and shoulder. he sucks a bruise there, teeth dragging gently, and jimin sobs — high and breathless, thighs trembling.

jimin sobs out a moan, whole body shuddering. “fuck— jeongguk— please—!”

“just a little more,” jeongguk soothes. his hand keeps pumping jimin’s cock, now slick and twitching. he dips two fingers into the slit again, rubbing the head in slow circles, making jimin cry out.

jimin's hips jerk up involuntarily, chasing the friction. but he’s too sensitive now, squirming, his body caught between desperate pleasure and the ache of restraint.

he reaches down to try and push jeongguk’s hand away, trembling all over. “s-s’too much— can’t—”.

but jeongguk grabs his wrists, softly lifting them and guiding them up into his hair.

“hold onto me,” jeongguk says gently. “just like that. be good.”

jimin latches on immediately, fingers winding into jeongguk’s hair, his body completely exposed, whimpering brokenly. he’s a mess — leaking, moaning, begging through every breath.

“look at you,” jeongguk murmurs, watching from over his shoulder. “such a good boy. so perfect.”

“gguk p-please— please let me—”

jeongguk finally leans in, lips brushing jimin’s ear again. “you can come now.”

and jimin breaks.

his back arches as he lets out a loud, cracked moan, coming hard into jeongguk’s hand. it pulses out in thick, hot streams, dripping over jeongguk’s fingers. his cries are desperate, raw, whimpering jeongguk’s name between each wave. jeongguk strokes him through it, milking every drop, watching the way jimin trembles, hips twitching helplessly as he keeps leaking, overstimulated and gasping.

jeongguk strokes him through every second of it, whispering praise into his ear. “that’s it,” jeongguk whispers, “such a good boy. look how much you came for me, baby.”

jimin slumps back against him, chest heaving, cheeks flushed red. his eyes flutter, glassy with tears and pleasure. he hiccups a soft moan as he twitches again.

jeongguk holds out his hand, sticky with jimin’s release — then brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, eyes locked on jimin’s as he watches the sight.

jimin stares, wide-eyed and flushed, cock giving another pathetic twitch. he’s still leaking.

he watches as jeongguk brings his hand up and licks his fingers clean, slow and deliberate.

“you taste sweet,” jeongguk hums.

jimin makes a small, broken sound — halfway between a gasp and a whimper.

and then he feels it — jeongguk’s still-hard cock pressed between his ass cheeks, throbbing.

“hands and knees, baby.”

jimin trembles, flushed and dazed, but obeys. he shifts forward with effort, arms shaking slightly from how spent he is, spine dipping in the prettiest arch. his ass is up, thighs parted, still slick and messy between them.

jeongguk groans under his breath, sitting back on his knees to tear open a foil packet with practiced ease. he rolls the condom on fast, fingers tight at the base of his cock, then positions himself behind jimin, one hand gripping his waist, the other guiding his length to jimin’s already open hole.

“still so wet for me,” jeongguk murmurs.

he slides in deep with one smooth motion, the stretch sudden but not painful — jimin gasps, moaning loud into the sheets as jeongguk fills him.

“fuck—” jeongguk’s voice is a low growl. “you feel perfect.”

he gives jimin just a moment to adjust, palms smoothing down the backs of his thighs. then he sets a steady rhythm, slow but firm, hips slapping softly against jimin’s ass.

jimin’s breath catches with every thrust — his whines turn higher, more desperate, beautiful and broken.

“nghh— feels so— so good—”

“look at you,” jeongguk pants, leaning over to press his chest to jimin’s back, voice right in his ear. “taking my cock so well like this. you’re such a good boy for me.”

jimin lets out a choked sob, face buried in the sheets now, hips instinctively pushing back with every thrust.

jeongguk’s hands tighten at jimin’s hips, dragging him back on each thrust now, deeper, rougher — but never cruel. each movement is precise, intense, aimed to keep jimin on the edge.

jimin cries out again, fingers fisting the sheets. “g-gonna come— gguk, please—”

jeongguk groans, head dropping against jimin’s shoulder. “go ahead, baby. wanna hear you scream for me.”

and jimin does.

his orgasm hits hard and fast — his back arches, a loud, broken moan tearing out of him as his whole body trembles and he spills all over the sheets beneath him, twitching as jeongguk keeps moving through it.

“that’s it— fuck… such a good fucking boy.”

jimin keeps gasping, overstimulated now, tears in his eyes as jeongguk fucks him through the aftershocks.

jeongguk’s own release crashes into him just moments later. he groans deep in his chest, burying himself one last time as he comes, cock twitching inside the condom.

they both stay there for a few seconds, breathing heavy, jimin’s body still trembling in jeongguk’s arms.

then jeongguk pulls out gently, guiding jimin down onto his side. he discards the condom, ties it off, then disappears for a second.

jimin barely registers it — his limbs are jelly, and his eyes are half-lidded, lashes wet.

but jeongguk comes back quickly, warm cloth in hand, and he’s gentle as he cleans between jimin’s legs, soothing around the oversensitive skin with care. every soft wipe makes jimin flinch a little, whining under his breath.

when they’re clean, he tosses the cloth aside, pulls the covers up, and climbs into his bed with jimin, tugging him close until they’re tucked chest to chest.

his arms wrap around jimin’s waist. jimin melts against him weakly and pliant, nuzzling into jeongguk’s chest.

“my good boy,” jeongguk murmurs, kissing the top of his head. “you did so good for me.”

 “mhmm.” and jimin hums sleepily — satisfied and still blushing.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

morning sunlight slips through the edges of the blinds, painting soft shadows across the messy sheets.

jimin stirs first, lashes fluttering, body still pleasantly sore. jeongguk is already awake beside him, propped up on one elbow, eyes dark yet warm as they meet jimin’s.

“morning,” jeongguk says, voice gravelly with sleep.

jimin blushes immediately. “...hi.”

jeongguk smiles, reaching over to brush hair out of jimin’s face before shifting to get up. jimin also sits up in the bed, shyly holding the blanket over his chest to cover himself.

jeongguk bends near the scattered clothes on the floor, picking up jimin’s jeans. his movements are casual, but as he crouches to gather them, he slips something into the back pocket — smooth and unnoticed. then he holds the jeans out with a little grin.

“thanks,” jimin says shyly, slipping out of the covers to take the pair and starting to redress. his skin is marked in places — light bruises blooming on his thighs, the hickey blooming in the junction of his neck — each one a memory of how tender and intense the night before had been.

once dressed, jimin pauses. he glances at jeongguk, still half-naked and beautiful in the morning light.

he steps in close and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“thank you. for everything,” he murmurs. “last night was… really fun thanks to you.”

jeongguk’s grin widens, eyes twinkling with something unreadable.

“you’re welcome, baby.”

jimin’s heart stutters at the nickname again, cheeks flushing. he mumbles another goodbye before slipping out of the apartment, and finding his waiting uber parked outside.

as the car pulls away, jimin leans his head against the window, watching the streets blur past. his mind replays every moment of last night in vivid detail — jeongguk’s mouth, his hands, the way he praised him until he was breathless and aching.

his stomach flips with butterflies. his thighs squeeze together.

he hadn’t expected to feel like this afterward. he thought he’d leave feeling satisfied and maybe a little smug — not soft and giddy and already craving more.

it isn’t until he’s home, kicking off his shoes and wandering into the kitchen, that the realization hits him like a slap to the face.

“fuck,” jimin blurts out, smacking his forehead.

he never got jeongguk’s number.

his chest sinks with the weight of disappointment. how the hell did he forget that? he barely even knew jeongguk’s last name — only remembering the way he looked at him in the dark and the way he called him a good boy more times than he could count.

his phone buzzes. it’s taehyung.

tae → jimin
hey, did you make it home
or did that hot dude murder u and dump u in the han river

jimin → tae
i made it home
no murder. just got railed so good i forgot my name for a sec

tae → jimin
JIMIN???
I KNEW IT
so you went with him??? to his place??

jimin → tae
i didn’t just go to his place tae
i saw the devil there

tae → jimin
oh my god
i'm proud of u baby

jimin → tae
but tae…
i forgot to get his number :(

tae → jimin
JIMIN
u had ONE job

jimin → tae
and instead i kissed him and said thank you like a loser.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

it’s not until jimin is getting ready for a shower, unzipping his jeans and tossing them onto his bed, that something small and unfamiliar slips out of the back pocket and lands on the floor rustling softly.

he blinks and bends to pick it up.

…it’s a folded note.

his brows pull together in confusion – until he flips it over and sees what’s written on it in black ink, the handwriting messy but confident:

didn’t wanna wake you up and ask for your number as you were leaving so text me if you want to see each other again?
xxx-xxx-xxxx – jeongguk :)

jimin’s breath catches in his throat.

he stares at the note for a moment, smile growing impossibly wide, heart doing little backflips in his chest.

instead of making jimin ask… jeongguk made it easy. no pressure. no awkward goodbye. just quiet, smooth confidence and a note tucked away like a secret.

jimin presses the note to his chest and lets out a giddy little squeal, kicking his legs on the spot like a teenager with a crush.

he’s going to text him.

he’s going to text him right now.

his fingers fly across the screen, opening a new message.

jimin → unknown number (jeongguk)
so i found your little surprise in my pocket...
and it turns out i do want to see you again.
also i owe you a ride somewhere. maybe to dinner?

he hits send.

and when the typing bubbles appear almost immediately, jimin’s cheeks go warm again. his stomach flips.

because he already knows.

this wasn’t just a one-night thing.

jeongguk →  jimin

was wondering how long it’d take you to find it
i don’t usually write notes out with my number on it, you know
but i guess i had to make an exception for the cute guy at the club
and dinner sounds good. but only if you’re okay with me wanting dessert after ;)