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Being a lawyer had always been Jimin’s dream. He studied a lot to make sure he did well in class, did all the mock trials, witnessed real ones, passed the board exam and got himself a job at a nice firm. His treatment in the beginning wasn’t always the best. but what could be expected? He was pretty much a newborn in the industry so they wouldn’t put him as the lawyer responsible for any case. So he would just support his seniors at the company and hope that the bits and pieces of information he got and help he provided would have him receive some respect as a lawyer. And it did! He got experience in his shadowing of other lawyers, got his first cases and then bigger ones. He now was a lawyer that was requested personally by clients rather than have all of his work be delegated to him through the company. So really, he made it. But making it doesn’t mean that it is all fine.
So much screaming was heard already and it wasn’t even lunch time. Too much frustration and too little consideration for the people being screamed at. Your bad mood may explain the screaming but it doesn’t justify it. Other people have feelings too. But empathy seems to come out of their bodies together with their voices. “Maybe if they’d stay quiet, everyone would be less stressed out and less prone to mistakes, you dingbats.” Jimin grumbled from where he was working. His focus has been disrupted too many times already and now he’s the one who’s starting to get frustrated. He really needed a night out.
So that’s exactly what he planned.
A change of shirt, the pants remaining because he looks way too good in his work pants to deny others from witnessing him in them while out and about. A smoky eye was a must, gloss on his lips, making their lusciousness even more evident. He had no plans for his hair, so he just threaded his fingers through it a couple of times to achieve a messy look and that was enough. Just a look at the mirror before grabbing his wallet, phone and keys on his way out. He was ready to distress.
The club was busy, Jimin preferred them like that. One would think that going from one place with loud and sweaty people, aka his office, to another with the same qualities would be counterproductive. But Jimin believes that vibes matter, and most people at the club have good ones, unlike those at his work that stink with negativity. That's one of the reasons Jimin liked going to the club, to be loud himself without it being due to a confrontation. To scream to unleash something and not to hurt someone.
And the other reason was the boys. The cute guys he'd see around; at the bar getting a drink, excusing themselves to go to the bathroom, maneuvering through the dense sea of people to get to friends or find a spot to dance in. And sometimes they'd approach him, showing interest in him. That's Jimin's favourite type of cute guy. Just someone to get with for a night and relieve some stress and pent-up energy without the emotional connection.
(It's not that Jimin was necessarily against dating, but his job would simply not allow it. So he settles with these nights out. Besides, no one has caught his eyes in that matter, making being single the easiest thing ever. No strong desire to find anyone, and no one that has made him consider changing his mind.)
With a drink in hand, colourful and sweet and alcohol filled, Jimin looked around, an elbow on the bar supporting him as he leaned back. There were some cute guys around, but some seemed to be getting friendly with someone else already. Others seemed really just looking to hang out at the club to have fun and not find fun, it seemed like his choices were a bit limited. Not that it mattered. It would suck if he didn't find anyone, but that's life. You get some, you lose some. And Jimin wasn't the type of prick to blame them for their lack of interest. He doesn't possess that much feeling of self-importance that he'd through a tantrum over not getting laid. But he was in luck.
There he is.
The one for tonight. Body twinkling in the purple and blue lights of the club, the generous amount of glitter that was all over him making him look like he was exuding fairy dust. Jimin wouldn't put it beside him, the boy was just too pretty, almost like he truly was a fairy and not just a guy at the club. But there he was, swaying to the song, so loud you could feel the bass in your heart, and blond hair going everywhere, like it was ruffled a little too often. Eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips, arms moving along the surface of his body. Just pretty. So Jimin moved to approach him, putting his drink on the bar counter. He drank most of it already, it'd be no waste to leave it behind.
The closer he got, the easier it became to realise just how wrong he was. The boy wasn't 'just pretty', that was simply the biggest of insults. He was ethereal, breathtaking, just his mere existence made you question if there really was more than humanity, if some supernatural beings truly did exist. This boy couldn't exist otherwise.
Jimin moved fast. Couldn't risk anyone else taking this boy away from him.
As if sensing his stare, the boy opened his eyes, wide in nature and shining like the glitter on his cheeks that captured light anytime he moved. He seemed to glance around for a bit before his eyes met Jimin's and although he kept his eyes moving, looking around some more, they swiftly came back to him and a smile was shared. Jimin had his attention and the boy understood he wanted his attention. So he stopped dancing, moving towards Jimin as the latter started moving once again, the shortening fast with both of them walking.
They were so close now, breathing in each other. It was too hot in there, and now that Jimin was on the dance floor, so many more people surrounding him, that heat was all the more enhanced. But it didn't matter. Because this boy was looking at him with a soft smile and curious eyes, a tilt of his head daring Jimin to speak up in what he wants from him if he wishes to keep his attention any longer. So, Jimin was swift.
"Would you like to have some fun?" He asked, watching the grin that spread across the boy's lips with something buzzing underneath his skin. With a nod, the boy offered his hand and off they went.
Jimin's house was closer and that's where they went.
This boy was deliriously addicting. The way he moves, sounds, behaves. Everything leaving Jimin wanting more and more. So when the boy, Jeongguk was his name, asked if he could remove his makeup and wash up afterwards, he had no qualms in agreeing. "Use anything you need, don't be shy." Jimin had told him, and Jeongguk giggled, walking out of the room to go to the bathroom and clean up. Jimin took that time to check his phone, answering some messages and reading some emails containing work that could very well wait until working hours to be done.
Jeongguk came back, waddling into the room due to walking on his tippy toes. When faced with a funny look, Jeongguk grinned, "I just washed up, I'm not about to go around walking with my feet fully on the floor."
"Are you saying my floors are dirty?" Jimin scoffed, but playfully. His smile left his statement with very little chance to be taken seriously. Another sweet giggle.
"Of course not!" Jeongguk said, jumping back into bed and under the covers, "But that's also exactly what I'm saying."
"Asshole…" Jimin mumbled and was graced with laughter. Jeongguk got cosy and layed next to him, going for his phone, probably to do the same he had done and see if there was anything that needed his attention. When he just sighed and threw his phone aside, Jimin knew that all there was to do was interact.
Jeongguk looked at him, eyes sparkling all the same even in the limited lighting his bedside lamps provided, and gave him a smile. Jeongguk seemed to be a representation of softness. Never too much but always present and comforting, so Jimin let him grab his hand, the action not alarming as it usually was. It feels like he wants to stay the night, and Jimin feels like he wouldn't mind if he did. Which was odd. This isn't the pattern. Jimin would go out, pick up a cute guy and then they would separate before sleep came. But here he was, snuggled up to Jeongguk, one of those cute guys that should be leaving by now. But Jimin just kept his mouth shut, something building up in his abdomen and moving up to his throat as he looked at Jeongguk holding his hand, twisting the ring in his index finger, one of his favourites. Jimin is pretty sure he wants to cry and he doesn't know why. Is it that he didn't notice that he had started to feel lonely, so the intimacy hit him hard? Is it exhaustion finally catching up to him and his body was ready to shut down now that he was receiving such physical comfort? Or was it that after the stress of work, the intensity of the club, and the adrenaline from sex, his mind just wants something steady and that doesn't make him think or act? It might be all three, he doesn't know, but it's there and swallows down the lump in his throat instead focusing on Jeongguk's whisper of a "goodnight". Jimin stays silent and Jeongguk notices, looking up at him before adjusting them both.
Now with both laying on their sides, facing each other, Jeongguk talked. He asked about what Jimin did for a job and why. His favourite food, song, memory, what he plans for the future and what he thinks of the past. Questions no one had ever asked him, an intimacy so needed that Jimin soaked it all in. Took full advantage of Jeongguk and his softness, and talked. He opened up and asked the same of Jeongguk, both sharing stories and interests, desires and wishes, all that could be thought of. From casual to deep. And Jimin thrived. He was a flower finally being able to flourish in the presence of this ray of sunshine, this light that shines through this bleary world. So Jimin hugged him and told him all he could ever want to know about him, in hushed voices and quieter whispers, all too endeared by the fact that Jeongguk was obviously on the verge of falling asleep. And yet he still tried to talk to Jimin. And soon, although still quite late at night, they fell asleep and it was the best sleep he had had in a long while.
So even though it wasn't really surprising, he was still slightly put off by the sadness that came down on him when he found himself alone in bed, Jeongguk nowhere to be seen. It made sense really. He suddenly gained a partner in vulnerability without searching or expecting and felt safe in this state. To suddenly lose that new concept so close to having earned it was crushing.
He considered not leaving the bed for a while, but his bladder was complaining so he got up. And it was a great thing considering that when he was making his way back to his room, he heard noise coming from his kitchen. And he perks up, like a puppy hearing one of its favourite words, shuffling towards the sound. His heart was getting lighter and lighter as he started to hear Jeongguk's voice, light humming and singing becoming more apparent.
Jimin witnesses from the kitchen's doorway Jeongguk moving around, seemingly making something. Upon closer inspection of the scenario, Jimin sees a plate with pancakes that seem a little too… big. But it doesn't matter because, at that moment, Jeongguk is turning around to place another large pancake on the plate on the kitchen island and noticing Jimin. A gorgeous smile is sent the lawyer's way and he unconsciously moves, going to kiss Jeongguk with a rare feeling of desperation just bursting through him. The boy startles for a moment before kissing him back, hands moving to cup Jimin's cheeks. They part but only for a moment before Jimin immediately dives back in and kisses him again and again, almost as if he can't get enough. He feels Jeongguk shake in his embrace and that makes him stop, take a step back to see what was wrong but just finds Jeongguk trying his best not to laugh in Jimin's face.
"I'm sorry," he laughs, "I was just really surprised. Wasn't expecting you to come at me like that. Do you like pancakes that much?"
And Jimin stares, watches as a confused look falls into place on Jeongguk's face at the lack of a response. So Jimin takes a deep breath and grabs Jeongguk's hand, hoping that whatever comes out of his mouth is minimally appropriate. "No but…" he sighs and hugs Jeongguk, putting his chin on his shoulder, "I think I really like you. Fuck, I see myself loving you and that's terrifying." He feels Jeongguk tense under his touch but he can't even begin to worry because Jeongguk is hugging him back.
"Listen, we can just take it one step at a time, yeah? Take it slow and figure things out."Jeongguk pulls away and looks at him, a soft smile on his lips. "It's okay to be scared. To be terrified. But I can promise you, we can take our time." He kisses Jimin's cheek and shows him a big grin, "I'm not going to fault you for liking me, after all, I'm pretty great."
Jimin snorts, a small laugh coming out of him in his nervousness. He really doesn't understand what is going on with him but he'll trust Jeongguk. They have time. He'll give himself some time. And if he came to realise that what happened was that he found someone that his heart knew would matter before his brain did, if he came to find out that knowing someone is your future even before you two are anything in the present is possible, then so be it. Love at second sight, they call it.
He'll learn to accept that wanting to wake up to Jeongguk in his house, comfortable and domestic, is only natural. After all, Jeongguk is right. He has time to figure things out and, truly, this pretty boy really is great. And cute. And soft. And lovable. And he'll be kissed by said boy, who's cheeks are now red, to keep Jimin's mouth shut and have him quiet down on his compliments.
To Jimin, happiness comes in the shape of one Jeon Jeongguk. And it's not going to change.
And Jeongguk? Well… he's simply awestruck by this man. Always so sweet and kind through all their interactions. An intriguing smile, a soft touch, a breathtaking kiss. Jeongguk saw him looking at him as if he wants to take care of him, to keep him around. And Jeongguk likes that thought. They don't know much about each other, but Jeongguk made sure to start working on it, making questions instead of going to sleep despite his drooping eyes, heavy from tiredness. But saw how vulnerable Jimin looked, and saw how scared but content he looked as he answered all his questions, told him stories. Like he was happy to finally communicate rather than just talk, but scared of what that could mean when all Jeongguk was was a partner of the night, no one else. But Jeongguk stayed. Kept him company because it was obvious Jimin wanted someone, and he wanted to stay too.
And he's glad he did because the kiss he got as a result when found making breakfast was filled with so much elation, like Jeongguk's presence was a blessing. He doesn't think he's ever felt so wanted, so needed. So when it seems that all is moving too quickly, he makes sure to backtrack a bit but in no way reject the idea of a future with Jimin. He just knows that the smart decision would be to take their time and figure things out. After all, they both seem to be on the same wavelength.
Make this work.