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~~✴~~
Jimin struggles to get out of bed on his days off, that thought of having nowhere to be pushes him back into the mattress, makes his eyelids heavier. Technically, since he works from home he doesn’t usually have anywhere to be, but he still has to get up at a normal hour to be logged in at the right time. But on his days off, it’s a free for all.
He doesn’t throw off the duvet until well after ten, slowly getting to his feet and stretching languidly. He takes off his sleep shirt and shorts, he doesn’t wear them around the house anymore once he’s up. He’s careful when choosing a pair of black leggings and an oversized purple and white striped sweater. It doesn’t hurt to look at least a little presentable, just in case, especially after the incident a few months ago.
An hour later, Jimin is lounging on the couch, munching on some granola and scrolling through Instagram. The duvet from earlier has been traded for his snuggie, he’s fully ensconced, the fluffy zebra print keeping him warm and cozy. He’s honestly surprised how much use he’s gotten out of it, when he purchased it months ago he had bought it mostly out of embarrassment, but it’s been one of his most used items in the cooler fall weather.
He’s snapped from his daydreaming when the doorbell rings, he lets out a tiny scream. The snuggie tangles around his legs as he jumps to his feet, he barely manages to catch himself on the coffee table before he falls face first to the floor. Jimin forces himself to stand still and take a breath, extricating himself from the blanket and laying it on the arm of the couch. A forced slow, normal, walk to the door is difficult but managed. A quick look in the mirror in the entry hall, pinching his cheeks and fluffing his hair, and he’s ready.
The click of the lock echoes through his mind as he flips it, his heart pounding in his chest. As he pulls the door open he forces another steadying breath and -- there he is. Hoseok is standing on his doorstep, looking immaculate in a suit as always, blue this time, briefcase in hand. At the sight of Jimin, his face lights up, a heart-shaped grin decorating his face, eyes shining. Jimin returns the smile, eyes disappearing into crescents, warmth spreading through his body.
~~✴~~
The first time Hoseok appears on his doorstep, Jimin is not prepared.
Jimin is deep into a reality TV binge, he hasn’t showered in a couple of days and he’s in a ratty tank top and tiny sleep shorts. It’s midsummer and his air conditioner is broken, he’s doing anything he can to stay cool in the oppressive heat of his house. He’s been drinking wine spritzers and snacking on cool fruit, draped across the couch or sprawled across the floor. When the doorbell rings he lifts his head from where he’s currently spread eagle on the cool hardwood, having rolled up his throw rug. With a long suffering sigh he heaves himself to his feet, leaving a large sweat stain on the floor.
He stomps to the door, wondering who could be disturbing his 90 Day Fiance marathon. He doesn’t bother to look out the window before flinging the door open, an angry exclamation dying on his lips when he takes in the man in front of him.
Handsome doesn’t begin to cover it. The man in front of him is gorgeous, hair parted away from his forehead, a beaming smile highlighting his high cheekbones, chiseled features. Jimin immediately notes how he's dressed, a crisp white suit overtop a black dress shirt, the collar partially unbuttoned. There’s a large bejeweled butterfly pinned to his lapel, which should be strange but only highlights the outfit. He’s carrying a tote bag in one hand, something striped nestled inside.
Jimin realizes he’s been staring and snaps his gaze back to the man’s face, he’s still smiling at him. “Hi there! My name is Hoseok and I’m a salesman, could I have a few minutes of your time?”
Jimin is flustered and confused, a salesman? He didn’t know that door to door salesmen even still existed. Instead of doing what he had planned, yelling and slamming the door in the visitor's face, he finds himself stepping aside and gesturing the man into his house. Jimin closes the door and pauses before turning, staring at the white wood. He just let a complete stranger into his house to...sell him things? Jimin is stupid. Stupid and horny.
He turns, fixing a polite smile on his face and gesturing for Hoseok to enter his living room. Jimin sits in his armchair and offers Hoseok the couch, “Uh, my name is Jimin. You said you were a salesman?”
Hoseok sits, crisply smoothing the legs of his slacks as he crosses one leg over the other. Jimin gulps. Hoseok smiles at him again, the heart-shaped grin he’s broadcasting is making Jimin’s own heart feel funny. “I sure am! Such a pleasure to meet you Jimin. I’m going door to door today selling,” he pauses here and reaches into the tote placed next to him. With a flourish he withdraws a large zebra-print blanket with what looks like sleeves attached. “Snuggies! Have you heard of them?”
It’s the middle of summer and over ninety degrees outside, and for some reason this man thinks this is the right time to sell blankets? Jimin is flabbergasted, he leans back in the chair, legs spreading unconsciously to support his weight. Hoseok chokes across from him. Jimin looks up into his face, Hoseok’s eyes are wide, one hand covering his mouth, he’s staring down at Jimin’s lap. Jimin blinks and looks down and, oh God, his shorts have ridden up even more. Those stupid, stupid sleep shorts, way too loose and tiny. One leg of the horrible shorts has rolled up completely, and now that Jimin has spread his legs he’s fully on display, everything out in the open. He shoves a pillow over his lap and tries not to scream.
Thirty uncomfortable minutes later, Jimin is closing his front door, having bid Hoseok farewell. He crosses back into his living room and stares at the blanket on his couch. Of course he bought it. He felt like he had to, after the salesman had seen his entire package while Jimin was being an idiot. And he just couldn’t say no to that smile.
~~✴~~
“Hi.” Jimin’s voice is breathy, betraying his excitement at seeing the other man standing in front of him.
Hoseok’s smile widens, his eyes creasing. “Good Morning, Jimin. Is now a good time?”
Eagerly nodding, Jimin steps aside, holding the door open so Hoseok can enter. As he moves past him, close, sleeve brushing Jimin’s torso, Hoseok’s warm vanilla scent fills his nose. He breathes in, the sweet cologne going straight to his head, he feels floaty. A polite cough from Hoseok snaps him back to reality and he hurries to close the door, fighting the blush rising in his cheeks.
Hoseok has slipped off his shoes and he stands in the foyer, looking so good that Jimin wants to scream. Jimin is glad he took a little more care with his appearance this morning, knowing the leggings he is wearing hug his backside and thighs just right. As he moves to precede Hoseok into the living room, the short intake of breath he hears has him smirking in satisfaction.
Jimin gestures for Hoseok to take a seat on the couch and smiles, hovering at the coffee table. “Could I get you anything? Water, coffee,” - a pause - “Wine?”
Hoseok flashes him a dimpled smile, leaning back into the couch cushions. “Any of those would be fine, thank you.” His eyes fall to the snuggie draped over the arm of the couch, he raises a hand and fingers the fabric, smile widening as Jimin hurries into the kitchen.
~~✴~~
The second time Hoseok shows up at his door, Jimin is a little more prepared. He had a video conference that morning so he’s dressed nicely, slacks and a button up shirt. His hair is styled and he even applied some light makeup. He’s contemplating putting his pajamas back on when his doorbell rings. It’s been about two weeks since the traveling salesman came to his door and Jimin doesn’t expect to see him again, so when he peers through his window to see Hoseok’s smiling face, he’s surprised.
He opens the door and Hoseok turns the megawatt smile to Jimin, giving a small wave with his free hand, the other holding another tote bag. “Jimin! So good to see you again!” Hoseok’s in a light blue suit this time, a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top to show a triangle of smooth, tan chest. “Do you have some time for me today?”
Jimin offers him a smile back and steps away, allowing the taller man to enter. “Good afternoon, Hoseok.” He’s not sure why he’s letting him in, he didn’t need the snuggie and he probably won’t need whatever else Hoseok is selling. But he finds himself unable to say no, wanting to see that smile.
As they walk together into the living room, Hoseok gives him a sideways glance, a small smirk on his lips. “You look very different today, I’m not sure which outfit I like better.”
Jimin squeaks, feeling his face heating. “Thank you, I -” he pauses, trying to will the blush from his face. “I apologize for last time, that was, uh, yeah.” He trails off lamely, not sure how to apologize for accidentally exposing himself.
Hoseok laughs, the sound like pure sunshine and Jimin looks back up at him as they both sit on the couch, facing toward each other. Hoseok is smiling and flapping a hand at him. “It’s alright, no problem, no problem!” Jimin had meant to sit on the armchair, but now he’s here, and Hoseok is so close. He smells amazing, like vanilla and warm sugar. Jimin tries to breathe in his scent surreptitiously, taking deep breaths through his nose.
“Now, Jimin, I have something really great today!” He reaches into the tote bag between his feet and pulls out a leather case. He sets it on the coffee table and flips it open, gleaming silver knives rest on pillowy fabric inside.
Jimin nods along politely as Hoseok explains the amazing qualities of the knives, even pulling out a strip of leather and showing how they slice cleanly through. Honestly, Jimin doesn’t own many knives, a couple dull ones, he probably should have some nice ones, but he doesn’t really need them. Apart from the fact that he doesn’t cook, he can’t remember the last time he made an actual meal that wasn’t instant in his kitchen. Buying these knives would be a waste of space and money, he’d probably never use them, he’s definitely not buying them.
So forty minutes later when Jimin is bidding goodbye to Hoseok at the door, he questions why he has a new gleaming set of very expensive knives sitting on his kitchen counter.
~~✴~~
The extra sway he puts into his hips as he walks into the kitchen is, of course, completely intentional. As he ducks around the doorway, Jimin lets out a shaky breath and slumps against the counter. He pats his cheeks, trying to calm the blush he knows is covering them.
“Get your shit together, Park,” he chastises himself, voice a harsh whisper. “You’re twenty-five, not fifteen, act like it. You are a sexy, confident, gay man. You can do this.”
He crosses the kitchen, opening the fridge and reaching for two bottles of water, halfway there he freezes, arm stilling in the cool air. Hoseok had said anything was fine and, while it wasn’t even noon, wine does sound nice. Maybe it will help take the edge off his nerves.
He closes the fridge and grabs a half-full bottle of red wine off the counter instead, reaching to pull two glasses from the cabinet.
Turning back to the doorway, he straightens his shoulders, lifting his chin high, and heads back into the living room.
~~✴~~
The third time Hoseok visits, Jimin has just returned from the gym. He’s in leggings and a tight compression shirt, wiping sweat from his forehead with a cool paper towel in the kitchen. The sound of the doorbell ringing makes him jump, his eyes widening in silent hope.
He trots to the door, a water bottle held in one hand, using the other to push his sweaty bangs off his forehead. As he pulls the door open Hoseok beams at him, eyes crinkling. He’s in all black today, suit, shirt and tie all monochromatic, looking delicious. Jimin smiles back, cocking a hip against the door.
Hoseok opens his mouth to speak, then pauses, his eyes travel down Jimin’s torso and catch at his stomach. Jimin is well aware of how the compression shirt highlights his abdominal muscles and tiny waist. Hoseok swallows and blinks before regaining his professionalism and refocusing on Jimin’s face. Jimin notices that his eyes look a little shell-shocked, smile a little strained. “Jimin! My favorite customer! How are you today?”
Jimin steps back to let Hoseok in and smiles back, “I’m doing great, Hoseok. It’s nice to see you again.”
Hoseok looks up from where he’s removing his shoes and smiles again, genuine and pleased. “Yes you as well! I have something really exciting today!” Jimin notices now that he's holding a leather bag, about the size of a laptop case.
“Well, come in and have a seat then, could I get you some water?” Hoseok agrees, thanking him profusely as Jimin makes his way to the kitchen.
When he returns, Hoseok is sitting primly on the couch, the bag on the coffee table before him. Jimin sits next to him, a little closer than last time, and hands him one of the bottles of water.
“Thank you, Jimin, you’re too kind.” Another beaming smile.“Now, Jimin, I know in this great digital age we can look up anything on our phones in a matter of seconds. But! There’s something fantastic about really doing things the old fashioned way and looking them up.”
Jimin is staring at him quizzically, nodding along uncertainly. Hoseok withdraws a large leatherbound book from his bag and hands it to Jimin. “Encyclopedias! The newest addition!” Jimin stares down at the book in his hands, a large gold “J ” embossed on the cover. “Of course there is one for every letter, I just brought this one in with me, J for Jimin!”
Jimin is endeared, but also completely convinced that he doesn’t need a set of encyclopedias. When he looks up to voice this, Hoseok is leaning into his space and smiling so sweetly.
An hour later, after helping Hoseok carry in the rest of the alphabet, Jimin is crouched in his home office, stacking the large volumes in a pile next to his bookcase and questioning all of his life’s decisions.
~~✴~~
Jimin walks back into the living room, wine in one hand, glasses in the other. As he looks up, his steps falter. Hoseok is, wow.
Hoseok is leaning back against the cushions, one leg crossed in front of him, ankle resting on his knee. He has one arm draped across the back of the couch and is gazing absently out the window. The way his hair is styled exposes his forehead and his side profile is devastating, he looks expensive and breathtaking and Jimin is suffering.
As Jimin regains his composure (mostly) and starts walking again, Hoseok turns his head, smiling as he catches sight of Jimin returning. “Ah, you’re a bad influence! Wine so early in the day!”
“You did say anything,” Jimin teases, setting the glasses on the coffee table and pouring half a glass in each. He picks them up, handing one to Hoseok with an innocent smile.
The other man leans forward, huffing out a laugh and taking the glass, their fingers brush and Jimin feels electricity zing through his body from the contact point. He schools his expression and sits on the couch, closer to Hoseok than he needs to, but not close enough to touch.
Hoseok’s briefcase is open on the coffee table and Jimin peers inside, it’s filled with small vials nestled in soft packaging. He raises an eyebrow, giving Hoseok a questioning look.
“Jiminie,” Hoseok begins, the endearment shoots straight to Jimin’s heart. “Have you ever heard of essential oils?”
~~✴~~
On Hoseok's forth visit, Jimin is in his front garden, kneeling in front of his windows as he cuts back his hydrangeas. As the heat of summer melted into fall, it was much easier to get his gardening done. He freezes as a shadow suddenly looms over him. He turns, the brim of his large sun hat flopping into his eyes. Standing behind him, a halo from the sun illuminating his shining features, stands Hoseok.
“Jimin! How great to see you again!”
Jimin sits back on his heels, pausing to remove his gardening gloves and wipe his moist palms down the front of his jeans. He mentally takes stock of his appearance, light-wash jeans and a white and black striped shirt. Other than probably being smudged with dirt, Jimin thinks he probably doesn’t look too bad. He stands and turns, smiling at the other man. “A pleasure as always, Hoseok. Would you like to come in? I just made some lemonade.”
The other man agrees instantly and Jimin takes the time to look at him, he’s in a red suit this time, the color is a bright shock but somehow works. He’s wheeling a large vacuum with one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his flaming red slacks, a leather messenger bag over his shoulder. Jimin doesn't understand how it was possible for him to look so good, but he isn't complaining.
He opens the door and ushers Hoseok inside, inviting him to have a seat while he goes to the kitchen. Jimin wipes his face quickly with a paper towel to remove any sweat and dirt before filling two glasses with the fresh lemonade he fixed that morning.
As he walks back into the living room Hoseok is standing next to the couch, the messenger bag at his feet, one hand holding the vacuum upright. He takes the glass of lemonade with a quiet thank you and raises it to his lips. As he tips his head back to drink, Jimin’s eyes are glued to the tan column of his throat, the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. Jimin takes a sip of his lemonade to distract himself. “A vacuum today, Hoseok?” Jimin questions, sitting in the armchair and gesturing to the appliance.
Hoseok smiles and sets his glass down. “Not just any vacuum, Jimin! This is the Flyson Super Sphere 3000! It’s the best vacuum on the market! May I demonstrate?”
Jimin nods, no harm in seeing how it works. Hoseok plugs in the vacuum then comes back, grabbing his messenger bag and unceremoniously dumping the contents on Jimin’s throw rug. With a squawk, Jimin leaps to his feet, pointing at the floor where a large pile of dirt is now sitting on his carpet. “Don’t fret, Jimin! This vacuum can suck anything up, the suction is unmatched!” The way Hoseok says suck seems a little lewd, Jimin sits back down, pointedly crossing his legs.
As Hoseok turns on the vacuum and does, quite surprisingly, remove all of the dirt, Jimin watches the way his thighs move in his slacks, the way his arms flex under his suit coat. Jimin gulps lemonade, trying to cool the fire erupting under his skin.
As he finishes and turns off the vacuum he turns to Jimin, beaming, “Unmatched suction, really Jimin! I’m sure you could use something that sucks so well!”
Jimin chokes on his lemonade.
Of course Jimin buys the vacuum, it’s the most expensive clothing rack he’s ever purchased.
~~✴~~
Jimin listens politely, sipping at his wine, as Hoseok explains the uses and benefits of essential oils. Hoseok’s eyes keep catching on Jimin’s lips, he’s sure the wine is staining them a deeper red so he takes care to sweep his tongue across them after every sip. Jimin likes watching Hoseok talk, he’s so animated, hands gesturing wildly, the smile never leaving his face. Jimin wants to hear him talk about other things, maybe over dinner.
“My favorite,” Hoseok says, plucking a bottle out of the case and holding it out. “Is the lavender one, it has such a calming scent.” Jimin takes the small bottle, rolling it between his fingers. He is acutely aware of the fact that his own cologne has strong lavender notes.
Jimin looks up, meeting Hoseok’s eyes. There’s something there, a gleam in the chocolate brown of his irises, that Jimin can’t read.
“I find,” Hoseok continues, taking the small bottle back, his fingers lingering on Jimin’s. “That for these calming ones, they work great for neck and back massages, or just applying a little behind your ear.” His long fingers work to unscrew the cap, he dabs a bit onto the tip of his index finger and looks into Jimin’s eyes. “May I?”
Jimin nods mutely.
~~✴~~
Hoseok’s last visit, about ten days before this current one, nearly gives Jimin a heart attack.
Jimin answers the door eagerly, Hoseok was the only person who rang his doorbell, if his friends visited they just barged right in. Jimin had been working in his office, in soft sweatpants and an oversized powder blue sweater. He wishes he had time to pull on some jeans but he doesn’t want Hoseok to think he’s not home.
As he opens the door, Hoseok’s smile is the largest he’s seen, the grin shining like pure sunlight, radiant. Black slacks and a blazer, perfectly tailored, highlight his lean body, the white dress shirt partly unbuttoned and stretched over his clearly toned chest just highlight his perfect form. Jimin licks his lips before returning Hoseok’s smile, tearing his gaze away from his chest. “Hi, Hoseok!”
“Hello, Jimin! Mind if I come in?”
Jimin is quick to lead him inside, they make small talk about their days as they walk to the living room, sitting side by side on the couch. “Can I get you anything?”
Hoseok shakes his head, “Ah, thank you but I’m just fine. I just finished a huge iced coffee! Now, how would you like to see what I have for you today?”
Hoseok reaches into a black satchel and pulls out a - dumbbell? Jimin looks at it, confused. It’s bright white and looks a bit odd.
“You may have seen these on TV in commercials. This is a Shake Weight!”
Jimin instantly starts to sweat. He’s seen the commercials for the Shake Weight, they’re hilarious. He was convinced the entire product was a joke at first, that it was just a prank so they could show some kind of soft-core handjob on tv.
“I know you like going to the gym so this could be something you add to your routine! May I demonstrate?”
Jimin feels like he’s in a fever dream as he nods and Hoseok stands from the couch, peeling off his suit jacket. His white shirt strains against his chest as he moves and Jimin is not entirely sure he’s not drooling. Hoseok takes his time to unbutton his cuffs and roll up his sleeves, revealing tanned, toned forearms. Jimin bites his lip as Hoseok takes the Shake Weight in both hands.
“It’s very simple! Just a push and pull, even thrusts, you see!” Jimin is hot, he is sweating. Hoseok’s arms bulge, the veins in his forearms standing out while his biceps bulge against the fabric of his shirt. Hoseok has to know what he’s doing to Jimin. How he’s affecting him. The rhythmic movement of his arms, combined with soft grunts from his lips has Jimin squirming under his gaze.
Jimin feels heat coiling in his abdomen and quickly crosses one leg over the other, fisting his hands in his lap. He really should have changed out of his sweatpants.
When he walks Hoseok to the door, sweater tugged down deliberately over the front of his pants, it’s only after purchasing two brand new Shake Weights.
~~✴~~
Jimin leans forward as Hoseok leans in, using his free hand to gently take Jimin’s chin in his fingers, turning his head. His index finger gently strokes behind Jimin’s ear, applying the lavender oil. Jimin can’t suppress his shiver, gooseflesh breaking out across his body.
Hoseok freezes as Jimin trembles, looking into Jimin’s wide eyes, searching. Seeming to find what he’s looking for he smiles, leaning in. Jimin feels warm breath on his neck and then Hoseok’s nose is pressing behind his ear, taking in the lavender scent and nuzzling against his neck. Jimin whimpers.
“You smell so good.” Hoseok’s voice is a whisper, breath tickling his ear as he slowly pulls away. They’re so close as he pulls back, faces centimeters apart, Hoseok’s fingers still cradling his jaw. Their eyes meet, Hoseok looks hungry.
Jimin isn’t sure who moves first, all he knows is that their lips are suddenly together, mouths crashing in a mess of lips, teeth, and tongue. They skip chaste pecks and shy brushes, tongues immediately tangling, lewd noises filling the air around him. Arms are around Jimin’s back then tugging at him, pulling him up to straddle Hoseok’s lap. Jimin moans into his mouth, wantonly, fisting his hands in Hoseok’s hair, as Hoseok sucks on his tongue. Strong hands grip Jimin firmly, pulling him flush against Hoseok’s chest.
They break away, panting. Hoseok’s lips are red and swollen, eyes half lidded as he takes in Jimin’s undoubtedly matching appearance. Jimin pulls back and surges to his feet, grabbing Hoseok’s arm and beginning to pull him toward his bedroom. “These fancy oils, can you use them as lube?”