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Jimin has wanted to get this tattoo for almost two years now. After he started college and got to meet new people, everything unknown stopped being something he feared. He explored new things, he learned to do whatever he wanted without worrying about what the rest of the world thought.
Getting a tattoo is one of those things he’s had in his mind for a while. He’s waiting long enough. He’s hesitated and stopped himself several times but he really wants to get one now. That’s the reason as to why he’s standing across the street from a tattoo store, preparing himself to cross over and get that tattoo he so much wants. He knows what he wants, he’d had a friend make the design for him. It’s just words, but they hold such a meaning for him.
Today is the day. It’s late, he’s drawn it out far too much and he doesn’t want to any longer. Nodding to himself, he walks across the street and makes his way into the shop, instantly looking around, fascinated by all the paintings on the walls. There’s music playing in the background and everything seems so attractive to Jimin’s curious eyes but after giving a quick glance, they fall to the boy sitting behind the counter, his dark eyes already staring back at him.
He tilts his head to the side, curiosity filling his features, until a smile takes over his lips and he leans his forearms on the space in front of him. Jimin gulps as he walks under the boy’s intense gaze. He’s handsome. His dark wavy hair is very long and held up in a messy bun, strands falling in front of his face. He has dangling earrings on his ears and piercings on the top. There are tattoos swirling all over his right arm, from the back of his hand to his forearm and disappearing under his short sleeved shirt. Jimin won’t pretend he doesn’t find him attractive. He’s good looking and his smile is making him pretty nervous.
“Hi there, pretty boy,” he greets, once Jimin arrives in front of him. He’s still leaning over the countertop, expression curious. “Do you have an appointment?”
Jimin blinks back at him for a whole few seconds, trying to process his words properly. There’s just something about this guy calling him pretty boy. It makes his heart beat faster. But he ignores it and clears his throat.
“I didn’t know I had to get an appointment,” he says, his voice low and hesitant.
The tattooed boy smiles and finally leans back, folding his arms over his chest. Oh. He’s tall. Jimin tilts his head the slightest bit back to be able to look into his eyes.
“It’s almost closing time and you don’t have an appointment,” he says, shaking his head and tsking his tongue. “What shall we do with you, hm?”
Jimin feels his cheeks heart up. Well, it’s his first tattoo. Was he expected to know all about this? He doesn’t have many friends who like tattoos, after all.
“It’s my first tattoo,” he replies, trying to appear calm and unfazed, despite the rapid beating of his heart. He’s not sure if it’s because he’s nervous about his first tattoo or if it’s because of this stranger’s deep stare. “Maybe you can make an exception for me?”
Tattooed boy quirks an eyebrow, but his lips are spreading in a smile.
“First tattoo, huh?” He asks. “What do you have in mind? Sounds interesting enough that I’m willing to stay late for you, pretty boy.”
Jimin smiles, despite his nervousness. He knows that if he doesn’t get it done today, then he’ll continue to put it off until he gains enough courage again. Today has to be the day. Hopefully he’s lucky and the boy decides to tattoo him despite it almost being his closing time. He takes out the drawing and shows it to him. It’s on a piece of paper that takes a few seconds to unfold and he nibbles on his lower lip as the boy watches over it.
“Seems easy enough,” he says, after inspecting it. “Give me a few seconds to draw it out for you to see? Do you want it big?” He asks.
The tattooed boy's eyes are focused on his as he asks his question and it’s a simple question but for some reason, Jimin’s brain makes him think there’s some sort of sexual innuendo behind it. He swallows down the lump in his throat and punches himself internally because the stranger is still looking at him calmly, clearly not referring to anything sexual. God, Jimin is really a mess.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, hoping his ears aren’t red, since he feels them heating up.
The boy nods. “Sit down on the couch for a bit, I’ll come find you in a sec.”
Jimin nods and does as he’s told. Another tattooed guy comes out from a hallway and cocks his eyebrows upon seeing him. Jimin looks away from his judging expression and busies himself with checking his phone. He doesn’t know what to expect. He was recommended this place by a friend and he’d seen their tattoos on their instagram account. He’d liked the designs so he hopes this guy will be able to resize and redraw the tattoo in the way he wants.
“Hey, pretty boy,” the guy calls out, making Jimin startle. He’s making his way towards him with something in his hands. “How’s this?”
It’s only been a few minutes but he seems to have already managed to resize the tattoo. It’s bigger, big enough that it’ll fit where he wants to have it done and he smiles, loving the new style he’s given to it. It’s much different to the one he showed him but he likes this one so much better. It’ll look so good on his skin.
“I love it,” he says, smiling widely and standing up. “What now?”
The boy chuckles, scratching the back of his neck as he looks down at the paper. “Let’s get you to a room so we can start.”
Jimin nods and follows behind him. The other guy is still judgingly staring at Jimin and he tries his best to ignore him as they walk past him.
The guy snorts. “Bet he’s gonna chicken out last minute,” he mutters under his breath.
“Don’t listen to him,” the tattooed boy says. “He likes messing around.”
Jimin swallows down the lump in his throat and follows Jeongguk down the hallway. To be honest, he doesn’t feel affected by those words, by people having expectations on him. It’s nothing new. He’s always been expected to be the good boy, the one who only does good things, the one who focuses on studying and not partying too much and all of that shit.
This isn’t a rebellious act. Getting a tattoo, it’s more to remind himself that he decides, that he’s the person he wants to be and nobody can tell him otherwise. Nevermind the world. He smiles to himself as they reach the room and he finds a tall litter, dark walls with white graffiti splattered all over them. He looks around for a few seconds. It makes sense that it looks strange for him to be here. He doesn’t have a single tattoo or piercing on his body. This is his first time.
“I’m Jeongguk, by the way,” the tattooed boy says. “Where do you want this tattoo, pretty boy?” He asks.
Jimin clears his throat, not wanting to sound nervous, despite the fact that he really is. The tattooed boy ―Jeongguk― has been calling him pretty boy since he arrived, but it still strangely makes his heart beat faster. There’s something about him that’s so enticing and attractive. Jimin has never felt something like that before.
“Jimin,” he says, jumping up onto the litter.
Jeongguk pauses and turns towards him for a second. He smiles, a bunny smile that somehow matches perfectly with his bad boy aura. He’s also cute, which just adds up to his beauty. Beauty. Wow. Jimin maybe needs to calm down.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk states, nodding gently. “Where do you want the tattoo?”
“On my ribcage,” he replies. “Should I lay down?”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise in what seems to be surprise.
“Well, that’s a sensitive spot for a first tattoo,” he comments. “But you seem tough enough,” he teases, his lips pulling in a grin.
He’s smiling a lot. Jimin wonders if people sometimes also think of him as the bad boy, your typical bad guy who does a lot of shitty stuff and goes around making children cry. It’s such a horrible world of prejudice. Jimin hates it and this tattoo is a reminder that they don’t matter, what matters is him and who he is, what he feels.
Jimin turns so that he’s fully seated on the litter and waits patiently while Jeongguk takes a seat in one of the chairs and fidgets around with the things on the table. Jimin watches cautiously as he seems to fix and prepare everything to start with the tattoo.
“Shirt off?” Jeongguk asks, finally turning around.
Jimin fumbles with his fingers.
“Can’t I just pull it up?” He asks.
Jeongguk nods.
“If you’re more comfortable with that, it’s fine,” he replies.
Jimin nods himself and leans back while pulling his shirt up, exposing his chest. He keeps his arm up to give him more space to work with. It feels oddly intimate. He’s shown his chest several times before while dancing or while being in a pool, but today everything is just messing with his head. It’s something about this dark gazed stranger and the way in which he looks at Jimin.
As if he sees him. He seems to tease a lot with the way in which he speaks, but he sees Jimin. He hasn’t treated him as if he’s too much of a good boy to get a tattoo, he hasn’t made him feel like he’s out of place for coming here. He’s supportive, even. He decided to stay and ink this tattoo on his skin despite it being almost his closing hour. Jimin is grateful.
Jimin closes his eyes while he waits for Jeongguk to finish getting ready and gasps when he feels a hand falling to his belly. It’s surprising and makes his eyes snap open, finding Jeongguk hovering over him.
“Gonna put this on your skin, okay?” Jeongguk asks, dangling the tattoo drawing. Jimin nods, watching intently as the other one hovers the piece over the skin of his ribs. “Is here okay?” He asks.
Jimin looks down the best he can.
“Yeah, I’ll trust you with it,” he replies, letting his head fall back down onto the litter.
“What an honor,” Jeongguk replies, eyes focused on his job at hand.
The cold piece of paper makes Jimin flinch but it’s soon enough glued to his skin. Jeongguk pressed down on it several times before slowly starting to peel it off. It’s almost like those nonpermanent tattoos people get on their skin with soap and water. This time, the design of the tattoo is on his skin. He’s too nervous to actually watch the whole process so he closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath.
Jeongguk is back a few seconds later and the sound of the needle being turned on makes Jimin’s eyes snap open again. Jeongguk chuckles and places a reassuring hand on Jimin’s belly, once more. It shouldn’t be comforting, not when Jeongguk is still a stranger, but Jimin appreciates it and actually relaxes. He’s wearing latex gloves so his touch isn’t directly over Jimin’s skin, but it feels warm, nonetheless. It’s nice.
“Don’t be too nervous,” he says, showing him a smile. He’s sitting down on a chair now, head just hovering over Jimin’s body. “We can stop anytime it becomes too much and we can schedule another appointment to finish it if we don’t manage today. We’ll take our time.”
Jimin clears his throat.
“I’d prefer to have it today,” he mumbles. “If not, I really will chicken out,” he adds, staring up at the ceiling.
“You won’t chicken out,” Jeongguk states. “You’ve got this. We’ll take it slow,” he promises again.
Jeongguk changes the needle to his other hand and places his fingers on Jimin’s skin, tugging it a bit to the side as he finally presses the tip of the needle against his skin. It immediately shoots a stab of pain across his skin, but it’s nothing too intense he can’t survive. He can feel Jeongguk’s eyes on him, as if observing his reaction and seeing how he’s doing. He’s always had high tolerance when it comes to pain. That’s what being a contemporary dancer does to you. He’s danced to exhaustion and pain several times during his whole life.
He sure as hell can deal with this.
“How’s it feel?” Jeongguk asks.
He’s on his feet but he’s leaning down to look properly at the tattoo he’s drawing over Jimin’s skin and Jimin risks a glance down, marveling in his dark wavy strands falling around his face. He’s handsome in a way Jimin doesn’t see frequently and he’d stare at him all throughout this process if he could. But Jeongguk looks up after the needle pulls away from his skin and Jimin looks up quickly, embarrassed about having been caught staring.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, swallowing down the lump in his throat.
“You’re already doing better than a lot of my most experienced clients,” Jeongguk comments. “Barely flinching.”
“I have high pain tolerance,” he whispers. Then, because Jeongguk looks up at him with a quirked eyebrow, he clears his throat and goes on, cheeks heating up slightly. “I dance. So, growing up I’ve always pushed myself a lot even when in pain.”
“Ah,” Jeongguk murmurs, already back at focusing on the tattoo. Jimin can feel the slight stabs of pain as the needle slides across his skin, but while he’s talking, it’s easier to ignore. “What genre do you dance?”
“Contemporary,” he replies.
Jeongguk is quiet for a moment, needle brushing over one of Jimin’s ribs. He scrunches his nose in pain but releases a soft breath once it’s over and he’s starting at a new spot.
“I bet you look beautiful while dancing,” Jeongguk says, lifting his head and brushing a strand of hair back with his forearm.
Jimin nibbles on his lower lip nervously.
“You look handsome when you’re focused like that,” he blurts out. It’s not that he wasn’t planning on saying it. There’s nothing wrong with telling someone they’re handsome, right? Jeongguk really is.
Jeongguk’s gaze is playful when he looks up at him.
“Do I, now?” He asks, teasing.
Jimin rolls his eyes at him in an attempt to make him believe it’s not much of a big deal, when in reality his heart is beating so fast, a strange excitement all over his body. He likes this. It feels like maybe Jeongguk is flirting with him and if he is, it must be because he’s attracted to him, right? He finds him beautiful. Huh. Jimin focuses back on the ceiling.
“What about you?” He asks, dreading the silence.
“What about me?” Jeongguk asks back.
Jimin feels the needle dragging over his skin, reaching more sensitive parts of his skin, but it’s still tolerable. He’s more conscious about Jeongguk’s other gloved hand touching his skin, about his eyes on the spot. About his closeness. His hair is almost brushing against his skin and from time to time it tickles. He’s glad Jeongguk is the one doing his first tattoo, he’d been worried it would be someone that would make him feel judged, someone who wouldn’t understand.
“Have you always liked tattooing people’s skin?” He asks.
Jeongguk nods slowly, eyes still focused on Jimin’s skin. The needle is moving further to the center of his ribcage. He wonders how much of it he’s managed to cover in the few minutes that have gone by. Has it been a long time already? Everything is just happening so fast.
“I’ve always loved drawing,” he replies, his breath fanning over Jimin’s sensitive skin. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling. He wonders if it’s like this for everyone. Are all of Jeongguk’s clients affected by him in this way? Surely, they must be. He’s beautiful and intimidating in a way that can definitely pull someone’s eye. “Got my first tattoo when I turned eighteen and then I showed my current boss my drawings. She liked them and took me in, since then I’ve been working here and the pay is good because our designs are pretty nice,” he explains.
“They are,” Jimin murmurs. “I checked them out on your instagram account. It’s good that you’re doing what you like.”
“Is dancing what you like?” Jeongguk asks, pausing for a second and straightening his back so that he’s not directly leaning over Jimin’s body. He pulls his hands back and looks at him for a long while.
Jimin nods and looks up at the ceiling, feeling warm now that he’s under Jeongguk’s focused gaze.
“When I’m dancing I forget about the world and all its stereotypes,” he murmurs.
Jeongguk is quiet for a long moment, his eyes focused on Jimin’s skin.
“Stereotypes are horrible, I know,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t say anything else about it.
“So, how long have you been doing this?” Jimin asks, curiosity getting the best of him
Jeongguk looks up momentarily, grinning at him with his mischievous look in his eyes.
“Curious about my age?” He asks playfully. “I’m twenty-one,” he replies. “How about you?”
Oh. He’s younger than what Jimin thought. Maybe it’s the tattoos and the intimidating aura around him.
“I’m twenty-two,” he murmurs back.
“Then you’re my hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, looking back down at his skin and continuing on with his job.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, wondering why it makes him feel so...giddy. It’s not often that he’s so affected by someone and he’s been a whole ass mess since he met Jeongguk. It’s funny because it’s barely been an hour, maybe a little bit more.
“So, can I call you hyung?” Jeongguk asks casually. “Or are we not there yet?”
Jimin finds himself smiling at his words.
“You can call me hyung.”
Jeongguk nods but doesn’t say much more.
For a long moment, there’s just the noise the needle does as it presses the ink permanently into Jimin’s skin. As the ‘nevermind’ tattoo starts to fully form, Jimin finds it gradually harder to ignore the pain. It’s still not that bad that he wants to stop, but the new zones Jeongguk is covering are far more sensitive.
Jimin hisses when it particularly hurts in one of the strokes but he stays unmoving for Jeongguk to continue tracing over his skin. When Jeongguk cleans up the spot with the towel, his fingers trace the sensitive skin afterwards.
“Good boy,” he murmurs.
Jimin’s face is suddenly on fire. He didn’t know that he liked being called a good boy until this moment and suddenly it’s all he wants Jeongguk to say. There’s a new type of tension in the air around them. His eyes fall to Jeongguk, who’s now looking up at his face. His expression is unreadable and his fingers are still pressed to Jimin’s skin.
Finally, Jeongguk clears his throat and looks back down to the tattoo, bringing the needle to his skin. Jimin stares up to the ceiling in hopes of calming himself down. Jeongguk’s voice is deep and husky, and hearing him say that he’s a good boy definitely fucked with his brain. Jimin doesn’t know how he’s going to survive the rest of the time they have left.
“How long will it take?” He asks softly, hoping his voice doesn’t give out how nervous he is.
“Not long,” Jeongguk promises. “Bored of me already?” He teases, his smiling eyes looking up at Jimin, without him lifting his body away from his own. “I promise I’m worth your while.”
Jimin’s breath catches in his throat. He’s definitely flirting, alright. Jimin might not be too experienced in the dating department, but he’s had his fair share of dates. And this tattooed boy is flirting with him, no doubt in that. But because he’s not so sure of what to say back, he ends up giving him what feels like a plain answer.
“Don’t worry, I’m not,” he replies. “Was just wondering.”
Jeongguk hums and goes back to looking down at Jimin’s skin. He continues to outline the tattoo for a few more minutes. They settle in silence for what’s left of it. When he leans back and looks over the skin, inspecting it calmly, Jimin looks down as well, surprised that it’s over.
“Already?” He asks, blinking up at him and sitting up.
Jeongguk nods and starts cleaning up the needle before putting everything away. He takes his gloves off and smiles at him, still seated on his stool.
“I’ve only outlined the words,” he explains. “I think it’s better for another appointment, since it’s your first tattoo. But you did pretty well, I’m pleasantly surprised.”
Jimin smiles happily at him.
“Okay,” he states, looking down at his tattooed skin.
It’s strange, something different he hadn’t ever expected he’d want to get until two years ago. And now it’s really there. Jeongguk settles a small mirror in front of him for him to look properly at the design and he smiles even wider upon seeing it. It’s really beautiful. The letters are perfect and he can’t wait to have them fully black and covered.
“It looks so beautiful,” he whispers, inspecting it for far longer than he should.
“I’m glad you like it,” Jeongguk replies. “I’m gonna cover it up and we can go to the front to schedule the new appointment, how does that sound?”
Jimin nods eagerly.
“Sounds great,” he states, leaning back for Jeongguk to finish his work. He explains the proper care he should have during these next days and covers it up with a gauze before nodding and standing up.
“There, you’re all set, pretty boy,” he says.
Pretty boy. Jimin smiles to himself as he sits up and pulls his shirt down. Jeongguk has been so gentle and caring throughout this all. There’s a feeling in his chest, the desire to stay even though he has not reason to do so. He doesn’t really want to leave the room and pretend he didn’t just meet a boy he’ll probably be unable to forget. But he’s coming back, right? Yes, he’s coming back.
Jimin clears his throat, realizing that Jeongguk’s eyes are on him. This tension around them, it feels so intense that he can’t breathe properly. He feels like he needs to get out of here, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to leave just yet. Unfortunately for him, there’s no reason for him to stay.
“Thank you,” he whispers, showing him a small smile.
He gets off the litter. Jeongguk is standing straight, so close to him that Jimin can feel his body heat. He’s a bit taller, much buffer. He’s so big all so suddenly. Jimin takes a step towards the door, but his eyes are still on Jeongguk’s chest. He looks up slowly, finding his gaze already on him.
Jeongguk’s lips are parted, his expression is unreadable and Jimin’s heart is beating so fast in his chest that he’s sure the other one can hear it clearly in the room, despite the music being played around the whole place.
Jimin takes another step towards the door and looks down when Jeongguk follows suit. Two more steps back and suddenly Jeongguk is crowding him up against the door, an arm around his waist, his other forearm on the door, next to Jimin’s face. Oh. He’s so warm, so real. Jimin places his hands on his shoulders to steady himself, unsure of where this is going but really desperate to let it happen.
“God, you’re so pretty,” Jeongguk murmurs, shaking his head, wavy strands of hair falling over his face. Jimin finds himself reaching up to push them behind Jeongguk’s ear. He’s also pretty, despite his strong features, his face is beautiful. His dangling earrings are sexy and the tattoos spread all over his right arm are a deep contrast with the rest of his untouched skin.
Jimin feels bold, all so suddenly. Jeongguk is here, he clearly is attracted to him and he wants to just let himself go, enjoy whatever is to come without being scared. He threads his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair to keep him close.
“Are you going to kiss me?” He asks, looking into his eyes.
Jeongguk tilts his head a bit to the side, a grin forming on his lips.
“Yes, angel,” he promises, before leaning forward to press his lips to Jimin. Jimin likes angel better than hyung, that’s for sure.
But all coherent thought leaves his body once he feels Jeongguk’s soft lips covering his own. It’s been a while since he last kissed someone but his brain still remembers. Jeongguk takes the lead, anyway. He parts Jimin’s lips and moves them slowly against each other, his arm tightening around Jimin’s waist, pulling him away from the door and closer to his body.
His other hand settles gently at the base of his head and he tilts it to the side, deepening the already intense kiss. Jimin finds himself getting onto his tiptoes to have better access to Jeongguk’s nice lips. They feel so good over his own, warm and inviting. They move gently but go faster when they get lost in it.
It makes his head spin. Jeongguk smells like vanilla, a scent that lingers in the air around them. His mouth tastes sweet, but Jimin can’t pinpoint exactly what it is. He likes it. He likes Jeongguk. He likes his strong body pressed to his own. He probably exercises a lot, strong muscles pressing against Jimin’s stomach. Jimin himself is toned, but his hard muscle is mostly because of his frequent dancing sessions.
Jeongguk’s hand slides down to his nape, traces in between his shoulder blades and reaches his hip, fingers digging into the spot and making him gasp. Jeongguk takes advantage of that. They stumble in an effort to press closer, just as the tattooed boy licks into Jimin’s mouth, making heat pool at the low of his belly. He doesn’t recall ever being kissed like this. It’s so intense despite them just using their mouths to feel each other, to get to know each other.
Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, placing his hands on his shoulder blades and he does the same with him, licking into his mouth obscenely. It makes his cheeks heat up but it’s something Jeongguk likes because he groans, his hand slipping under Jimin’s shirt and settling on the small of his naked back.
“So pretty,” he mumbles distractedly, nails scratching softly over Jimin’s back, pressing his body closer, impossibly close.
They can’t be closer than this, but Jimin isn’t complaining. Kissing Jeongguk is something he doesn’t want to stop doing anytime soon. And Jeongguk himself doesn’t seem to want to stop, either. He still has an arm around Jimin’s waist and he’s still moving his lips over Jimin’s in a slow pace that has him even more excited and lost. But they both need to breathe and soon enough, they lean back to give each other that.
Jimin’s heart is beating so fast he can hear it inside of his ears. Jeongguk’s lips are swollen, a red color that makes them even more attractive to the eye. Jimin wants to kiss him again so he does. He leans forward and pecks him, smiling when Jeongguk looks back at him surprised. He then chuckles and wraps both arms around Jimin, picking him up from the ground briefly and making him gasp, holding on tight to his neck.
When he’s put back down, Jeongguk sighs and leans away a bit, his expression hazy as he looks back at Jimin.
“Was getting a bit carried away there,” he murmurs. “I think I could kiss you for hours,” he confesses.
Jimin bites down on his lower lip to prevent himself from smiling too wide.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he whispers back, cheeks heated, ears probably red with embarrassment.
Jeongguk’s body feels so good against him and he doesn’t really want him to let go. The younger one smiles widely at him.
“Can I see you again?” Jeongguk asks, his breath fanning over Jimin’s swollen lips with how close he is.
He’s not sure of how long they’ve been kissing but he wishes they didn’t have to stop.
“I thought I had to come back for another appointment, either way?” He asks.
Jeongguk’s lips pull up in a smile. His pupils are blown wide and there’s desire in his gaze. It makes Jimin feel wanted. He likes that Jeongguk desires him, even if they’ve just met and barely know each other.
“I mean, can I have your number and take you out some time?” He rephrases, brushing his fingertips over Jimin’s cheekbones and looking all over his face, as if he couldn’t stop.
“Oh,” Jimin breathes out, still breathless from the intense kiss they just shared. “Yeah,” he whispers, finally. “I’d like that.”
Jeongguk grins so big that for a second, he looks like an eighteen year old boy, a bunny even. He seems so giddy and excited. Jimin finds himself smiling back just as excitedly.
“Can I have your number then, pretty boy?”
Jimin nods and reaches down to take his phone out of his pocket. Jeongguk refuses to let go of his waist and it makes Jimin giggles, shaking his head.
“I’ll save you and call you,” he suggests.
Jeongguk nods and gives him his number. Jimin calls him and they listen to the phone ring a couple of times before he hangs up and puts his phone away.
“You can come in for your appointment in two or three weeks,” he suggests. “It’ll give time for the skin to heal and we’ll finish up the rest of the tattoo.”
Jimin feels in the mood to tease, so he tangles a hand in Jeongguk’s hair and tugs at it gently.
“And here I thought you were just making up excuses to get me to come back.”
Jeongguk quirks an eyebrow.
“There’s half truth there,” he replies. “But I really think it’s better that you come in a second day. It was already starting to hurt, wasn’t it?” He asks.
Jimin hums. “Yeah, but you made it better.”
“Oh, did I?” Jeongguk asks, leaning forward to press his lips to the corner of Jimin’s mouth.
And suddenly, it’s too hard to keep away. So for a second time, he guides Jeongguk’s face back to his own and kisses him, this time faster, a bit more desperate. A gasp leaves his lips when Jeongguk stumbles forward and presses him against the door, his arms dropping from around him in favor of placing his hands on his hips, strong and big hands that make everything more intense somehow.
Jimin likes the contrast between their bodies. Even though both of them have toned bodies, Jeongguk is bigger and engulfs him almost completely. It feels good. Jimin smiles when Jeongguk eagerly kisses back, but he finds himself whining when Jeongguk’s teeth tug at his lower lip.
“Fuck, I’ve found it hard to stop staring at your lips since you came into the store,” Jeongguk mutters. “You taste like candy, I’m addicted,” he goes on, pecking his lips once, twice and then licking at his own. “Delicious.”
Jimin sighs. He’s never been happier about wearing lip balm in his whole life. Jeongguk makes it sound like it’s the best thing in the world and Jimin is happy that he’s not the only one affected by all of this, whatever it is. Kissing Jeongguk brings a thrill to his body that he’s never experienced before and he’s looking forward to enjoying more of it. Hopefully, Jeongguk will actually call and ask him out. Hopefully, he’ll come back and get some more kisses.
“I’ll come back soon so you can see them more often,” he teases, leaning back because he’s breathless again.
Jeongguk chuckles and leans forward to press his forehead to Jimin’s shoulder.
“I like the sound of that.”
Yeah. Jimin likes it too.