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Prompt :
Jinkook AU where Seokjin, a chaebol heir is forced to meet a blind date at his home set up by his family. Annoyed, he plans to reject the guy as soon as they exchange a hi and hello.
Meanwhile, Yoongi, Seokjin’s manager, messes up and sends Jeongguk, a personal trainer for an interview on the same day… forgetting to inform Seokjin.
When the doorbell rings, Seokjin lets out an exhausted sigh, already rehearsing his rejection speech. He swings the door open, prepared to be unimpressed…only to go
“Oh,” Seokjin blinks. “Fuck....”
………….
Seokjin lounged on his kitchen bar stool, idly stirring his smoothie while his phone sat on speaker, blasting his mother’s usual mission…selling him on yet another flawless, life changing blind date.
"Seokjin-ah, you have to be on your best behavior, okay?"
“Mmhmm,” he murmured, taking a slow sip.
"This guy is amazing! So disciplined, so hardworking. He just closed a billion dollar contract. can you believe that?"
Seokjin let out a slow unimpressed hum. “Oh wow. A whole billion? I might actually cry. Our family was really struggling with only several billion. Thank god for this man.”
“Seokjin” A warning.
He spun his straw between his fingers. “Okay, okay. Tell me more about my future husband.” He paused, then gasped theatrically. “Wait…let me guess! He’s not just disciplined, oh no no, he’s also a saint. He rescues puppies from burning buildings, hand sews winter coats for stray cats and personally makes gluten free, sugar free, fun free cupcakes for charity bake sales?”
"Seokjin”
“What? I’m just setting my expectations. I'm about to meet the love of my life, Mother. I should be prepared before I ask him questions. You don't want me to mess up right?”
"Little devil, I swear…if you scare this man off with your stupid questions—”
Seokjin grinned. “What? You did say I could ask him whatever I wanted, right?"
His mother exhaled, long and suffering. "Yes, yes. Ask him whatever you want. But at the end of the day, I want a phone call filled with only positive things...From HIM.. Nothing else. I don’t give a fuck about anything else."
Seokjin stilled. Blinked. Lips twitched.
“…Did you just cuss?”
“Don’t test me, Kim Seokjin”
Seokjin laughed, throwing his head back. “Wow, Mother. I like this version of you.”
“Try and mess this up, and you’ll hear a shit lot more.”
Seokjin nearly choked on his smoothie. “Okay, okay…relax. Damn. What’s with you today, woman?”
…...
After successfully bullshitting his way through the conversation with his mother, Seokjin put his phone on silent, tossed it onto the couch and strutted off to the bathroom to take a long, luxurious soak in water because if he was about to suffer, he might as well do it squeaky clean and stress free.
Seokjin stretched out in the tub, staring at the ceiling, deeply reflecting on the absolute tragedy that was his dating life. Not because he lacked options. Not at all. At 31, being the stunning heir to a chaebol empire and the successful CEO of a luxury fashion line, he could date anyone. The issue? He did not give a single shit.
The men his family set him up with were always the same..corporate drones who probably discussed stock market trends in bed. Yawn. No thrill, no spark, no substance. Just a different overpriced watch on a different overpriced wrist.
So this time? He had a brilliant plan.
Instead of wasting his time dressing up and actually leaving the house,he told them to send the guy to him. That way, he could even stay in his pajamas if he wants to, say hi, bye, drop something awkward enough to send the man running, and Freedom. Minimum effort, maximum efficiency.
Now standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his crisp white oversized turtleneck, running a hand through his fluffy, perfectly styled hair. He tilted his head, admiring himself.
“Always the best,” Seokjin whispered, pouting dramatically before blowing a kiss at his reflection.
Flawless.
And then…the doorbell rang.
“Oh. My Prince is here”
He smirked at his reflection, adjusting his oversized white turtleneck. "Time to shine, Seokjin ah," he muttered before striding toward the door. Ready to meet another bland rich guy in a ridiculously expensive suit. "Let's get it over with" he muttered to himself and yanked the door open.
And immediately forgot how to function.
Oh.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
This was not a boring finance bro.
The man standing before him was tall, built, and dressed in a black T-shirt that clung to broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and a chest that looked like it belonged in a museum. His baggy jeans somehow still hinted at unfairly strong thighs. Tattoos traced his veins like they had been designed to be touched. A silver lip ring gleamed as he shifted, dark hair slicked back just enough...except for a few strands that had rebelliously fallen across his forehead, making him look obnoxiously good.
And the eyes? Huge..Dark. Unbothered. Like he had never needed to try to be attractive in his life.
Seokjin's throat went dry.
"Is this Mr. Kim Seokjin's House?" The man's voice was deep and smooth.
Seokjin blinked. "Oh."
"Im Jeon Jeongguk...I was sent here to-"
"...Fuck me."
Jeongguk paused. "..Excuse me?"
Seokjin snapped out of it, clearing his throat. "I mean...fuck me, where are my manners? Come in. Yes. This is Kim Seokjin's house. I am Kim seokjin.I have heard all about your arrival..You are very... very welcome here..Always...Forever"
Jeongguk narrowed his eyes slightly and gave him a slow, unreadable once over before stepping inside.
Seokjin shut the door behind him and exhaled.
Okay. Okay. He could handle this.
He just needed a glass of water.
Or a fire extinguisher.
As Jeongguk stepped into the penthouse, Seokjin trailed behind watching him like a scientist observing a rare species in its natural habitat.
The man was looking around. A lot. His gaze darted to the high ceilings, the floor to ceiling windows, the sleek, expensive furniture…like he was assessing an art gallery instead of stepping into a date. His hands twitched at his sides before he shoved them into his pockets, shoulders rolling as if he was shaking off some invisible tension.
Seokjin squinted. Was he…nervous? Cute!
That was new. Most of his blind dates strutted in with the same predictable mix of smug confidence and polished charm. The whole “I summer in the Alps, I golf with politicians, my watch costs more than a small island” energy.
But Jeongguk? He looked like he was mentally cataloging the space for security risks. Or worse…about to send him a home improvement checklist.
Wait. Was he one of those people? The kind who walked in and, instead of flirting, started offering unsolicited interior design advice?
Seokjin hummed, recalling his mother’s words. Disciplined. Hardworking. Perfect.
He took in Jeongguk’s all black outfit, the tattoos, the lip ring gleaming under the lights. Okay, not exactly the usual preppy chaebol heir his parents kept setting him up with. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he was one of those quiet, intimidating types who ran billion dollar companies but still lived like a broke college student.
Seokjin, on the other hand, was the cool kind of CEO. He liked to think so.. at least. He showed up to work in expensive designer hoodies, made jokes in board meetings, and acted like he was one of the team.
His employees loved him. Probably.
Okay, fine, maybe they just tolerated him because he signed their paychecks but that wasn’t the point.
The point was…Jeongguk wasn’t acting like the others. No over the top charm, no arrogant smirk, no cliche flirting.
And most importantly,
No overpriced, impersonal gift like every other suitor who thought luxury was the key to his heart.
Not even a sad little bouquet of overpriced roses.
Huh. Interesting.
Seokjin would have liked some flowers, sure. But at least Jk wasn’t trying to impress him with something he could buy himself. Maybe…this one was different.
Seokjin cleared his throat. “Uhh…you good?”
Jeongguk blinked, looking like he had just been caught stealing “Huh?”
“You’re looking around like you just got abducted and dropped onto an alien planet.”
Jeongguk’s brows lifted slightly before he gave a small, polite nod. “Oh. Uhh… no, sorry…Just taking it in.”
Seokjin stared. “Oh.”
They locked eyes for a second before Jeongguk…serious, unreadable..glanced away again.
“Can I get some water?” Jeongguk asked, clearing his throat. “If it’s okay. Sorry.”
Seokjin frowned. “Why are you apologizing? It’s just water. Do you want anything else? Snack?”
Jeongguk hesitated like the offer was a trick question. “…Huh?”
“Snack,” Seokjin repeated. “You know. Food. A little treat. An amuse bouche, if you will.”
“…Just water, please.”
Seokjin watched him for a moment before laughing quietly. “Alright, hydration king. Sit over there, I’ll get you your precious H2O.”
Before Seokjin could take a step, Jeongguk said, “You have a nice home..The walls look good.”
Seokjin stopped. “The walls?”
Did the man just compliment his walls?
“Yeah.” Jeongguk nodded approvingly. “Looks pretty Sturdy.”
Seokjin squinted. “Sturdy?”
Jeongguk nodded, completely serious. “Yeah. Good structure. Solid foundation.”
Seokjin hummed, arms crossing. “That so?”
“Mmmhmm.” Jeongguk scanned the walls again, nodding like a man evaluating gym equipment. “Probably reinforced. Good for impact.”
Seokjin’s brain short-circuited. “Impact?”
Jeongguk turned to him, neutral. “Yeah. If you ever need to brace yourself. You know, during our intense activity.”
Seokjin coughed, ears heating. “our Intense activity?”
Jeongguk nodded. “Yeah. If we are going at it hard, putting real force into it. You want walls that can handle that kind of pressure.”
Seokjin’s soul briefly left his body. "Oh”
Jeongguk frowned. “You okay? You look… red.”
“Oh, I’m great,” Seokjin said, voice an octave too high. “Fantastic. Best I have ever been.” He cleared his throat. “You wanted water, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. I’ll go get some.” Seokjin nodded, pointing a firm finger at him. “You sit there. And…just a suggestion…maybe stop eye fucking my walls, yeah?”
Jeongguk blinked. “Huh?”
Seokjin didn’t wait for an answer. He spun around and speed walked to the kitchen without glancing back..
Holy fuck.
Seokjin pressed his hands against the counter, staring blankly at the fridge. Did this man just casually suggest my walls are built for intense activity? Is this my life now?
His brain spiraled. What if he meant it? What if this is his idea of flirting? Did my parents finally, miraculously, find a man who matches my taste?
Seokjin exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. Alright. Alright. You’re Kim Seokjin. You’re sexy, handsome, confident. You can absolutely keep up with whatever the hell is happening here.
Squaring his shoulders, he grabbed a water bottle, strutted back to the living room, and—
Jeongguk immediately stood up.
Seokjin paused. Oh? A gentleman too? This man was racking up his points table faster than a loyalty program. He smirked, handing over the bottle.
“What’s this? Standing when I enter? Should I bow? Maybe do a little twirl? Or are you about to drop to one knee?”
Jeongguk blinked. “Huh?”
Seokjin waved a hand. “Nothing, nothing. Relax, Jeongguk. I can call you that, right? Or do you require something more formal like your clients do…CEO Jeon? Sir? Your Royal Highness?”
Jeongguk’s brows pulled together. “Jeongguk is fine.”
“Great.” Seokjin grinned. “You can call me Seokjin. Or Jin. Or stunning, breathtaking, beautiful, pretty… life-changing. Really, go with whatever flows naturally. I’m pretty chill, you know?”
Jeongguk stared at him for a long moment...his expression unreadable. Then, slowly he raised a brow. “I’ll stick with Seokjin?”
“Lame,” Seokjin muttered, flopping onto the couch.
As they sat in the living room, Seokjin lounged comfortably in his single seater, one leg crossed over the other like he was on the best date of his life with a glass of water in his hand. Jeongguk, on the other hand, sat stiffly on the couch, back straight, hands on his lap like he was waiting for a performance review.
Seokjin watched him with an amused tilt of his head, fingers lazily resting against his chin.
Jeongguk shifted, cleared his throat, and finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. With the whole… wall talk. I shouldn’t have brought it up before we even started. That was very unprofessional.”
Seokjin blinked. “…Unprofessional?”
Jeongguk nodded firmly. “Yes. It was inappropriate and off-topic. I apologize.”
Seokjin hummed, eyes sweeping over him in interest. “Doesn’t hesitate to apologize. Another tick on the list.” almost muttering to himself
“…What list?”
“Nothing.” Seokjin smiled, tilting his head. “Honestly, I liked it. It’s refreshing. Not the same old boring thing I go through, you know?”
“Oh.” Jeongguk blinked, nodding like he was mentally filing this away for later. “…That’s good, then?”
“For starters, you’re not wearing a suit,” Seokjin noted, swirling the glass like he was about to critique the body of a fine wine or the body in front of him. Oh he was.
Jeongguk frowned. “Should I have? I was going to, at first, since I assumed we were meeting in your office. But then I got an email saying you preferred meeting at your place. And when I asked about the dress code, I got a response that simply said ‘anything I’m comfortable with.’”
Seokjin’s head snapped up. “Wait. You discussed our meet over email?”
“Yes?”
“You… emailed them to ask what to wear to my house?To meet me?”
“Of course.” Jeongguk’s expression remained completely serious “I didn’t want to make a bad impression. First meetings are important.”
Seokjin blinked. “Impression?”
Jeongguk nodded. “First impressions tell you a lot about a person. I wouldn’t want to show up and have you think I don’t take this seriously. Respect matters.”
Seokjin swallowed. Respect? Holy shit.
“And it’s your space,” Jeongguk continued, adjusting his watch with the quiet confidence of a man who had no idea he was ruining Seokjin’s life silently. “I don’t know your preferences. Some people have strict etiquette rules about guests. I wanted to be sure I wasn’t overstepping.”
Seokjin exhaled shakily. Considerate…Polite…Thoughtful… Fuck.
“That’s… nice,”
Jeongguk nodded again, the most professional man alive. “I make it a point to be adaptable. It’s crucial to assess the environment and respond accordingly.”
Seokjin nodded back. Assess me, then. Right now.
“So… where do you wanna start?” Jeongguk asked.
Seokjin blinked. Oh. Straight to it. Bold. “Huh?”
“I mean… should I introduce myself first? Ofcourse …You must have seen my profile already. Do you have any questions for me?”
Seokjin stared.
A profile?
His mom never said shit about a profile.
…Or did she?
It’s been years since he checked his emails or listened to her anyway. He doesn’t even remember his password. That’s what his Yoongi was for…except that bastard declared he was on vacation and told Seokjin to “touch grass” instead of “bothering him with his rich people problems.”
Shit.
He can’t admit he didn’t read the email.
“You okay?” Jeongguk asked, brow furrowing. “Your face is red again.”
Seokjin sat up a little straighter, flashing a bright, eager smile. “Oh! Yeah! Of course. I read everything. Super impressive profile. You’re amazing.”
Jeongguk’s lips quirked into a pleased smile. “Oh, thank you.”
Their eyes met, holding for a long, slow second and charged.
Then Jeongguk blinked, looking away as he cleared his throat.
“So,” Seokjin started smoothly, determined to keep the momentum. “You must have read about me too?”
Jeongguk hummed. “Oh, yeah. Ofcourse..How could I not? I’ve heard a lot. Your company, your family… But I hadn’t actually seen you before. I mean, I didn’t know what you looked like.”
Seokjin raised a brow. “And? What were you expecting?”
Jeongguk hesitated. “Oh… uhh… someone older?”
Seokjin’s smile froze.
Jeongguk immediately backpedaled, eyes widening slightly. “I mean… not that I assumed… just that I needed to prepare myself for who I was gonna be…” He stopped mid sentence, visibly cringing. “Wait, that sounds bad. I just meant that I’m experienced with all ages! I can handle older… I mean, not that you’re… but also, I have handled younger adults too—”
Seokjin stared.
Jeongguk blinked.
"You like to handle people?" Seokjin repeated, voice dropping into something low and downright sinful.
"Of course," Jeongguk answered, all business. "That’s my area of expertise."
“Oh”
“That's… very interesting to know.” seokjin exhaled, gripping his glass a little tighter.
Jeongguk nodded like this was a serious discussion. “Yeah. I’ve handled with all types. Some are easier, some are… more difficult, but in the end, it’s all about control and technique .Im pretty good at what I do to make them satisfied”
Seokjin nearly slid off his chair. Was it hot in here?
“I see,” he rasped, knocking back his drink like it was water. What the fuck was this conversation.
Jeongguk, oblivious, continued. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you a few things?”
Seokjin blinked. Him? Getting questioned? “Of course,Sure go ahead” he said, intrigued.
Jeongguk smiled, pleased. “Please, you don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable. Some people are more private about these things. So please feel free to tell me if you don't wanna answer.”
Seokjin’s brows shot up.
“Oh...no, no. I’m very comfortable.” He grinned, slow and deliberate, letting his fingers trail along his own thighs. If Jeongguk was this forward already, Seokjin would play along. “I actually like this open approach. Totally my type .I'm not uncomfortable at all. Skipping straight to what's more important. I love it.”
Jeongguk looked relieved. “Oh, great! That makes this a lot easier.”
Seokjin bit his lip. “I bet.”
Jeongguk cleared his throat, completely unaware. “Alright, first question....how often do you sweat?”
Seokjin fucking short circuited.
“I—Excuse me?”
Jeongguk nodded, serious as hell. “Some sweat a lot, some barely at all. I need to know how your body responds under pressure.”
Seokjin stared at him. Stared at him. Really stared at him.
“Oh,” he managed, heart pounding. “I mean, it… depends?”
Jeongguk hummed thoughtfully. “So, it varies based on intensity?”
Seokjin made a noise so filthy that even he was embarrassed.
"God, yeah," Seokjin muttered, shifting in the plush single seater couch, legs crossing and uncrossing like his body was trying to stop him from making bad decisions. "It… it really depends on the… intensity."
Jeongguk nodded thoughtfully, fingers flying across his phone screen.
Seokjin squinted. Wait. Why the fuck was he taking notes?
"Alright," Jeongguk said, completely calm, "How flexible are you?"
Seokjin nearly flung himself off the couch.
His brain lagged so hard he swear he could hear the Windows error sound.
"How much… flexibility do you expect?" Seokjin asked, voice an octave lower,like testing the waters.
Jeongguk tilted his head, considering. "Uhh… depends on the positions we’re taking."
Seokjin’s spine went rigid.
Oh?
Oh???
His breath stuttered. This was it. This was where he died.
"…Positions?" Seokjin croaked.
"Yeah," Jeongguk nodded seriously, completely oblivious to the fact that Seokjin was going through a full body crisis. "Some require more range of motion. I need to know how far you can spread—"
Seokjin’s knee banged against the coffee table.
"FUCK—" he gasped, gripping the armrest. "I... I mean... I keep in shape, you know... limber, very limber..."
Jeongguk brightened. "Oh, perfect! That makes it easier for me to push you then."
Seokjin stared.
Was this allowed? Was this even LEGAL to have this kind of conversation on a first date?
"…Push me?" he breathed, scandalized.
Jeongguk leaned forward, all intensity, voice low. "Yeah. I have to push you past your limits to achieve what you need and make you satisfied.”
Seokjin had to physically bite his knuckle. He needed to be buried immediately.
This was worse than Porn.
Jeongguk completely unfazed, casually typed something into his phone again.
"Are you" Seokjin paused, his eyes narrowing. "Are you taking notes?"
"Uhhh. Yeah," Jeongguk said, nodding. "I like to be thorough. I don’t like messing up. Your body and its needs…I have to note them down."
Seokjin blinked very, very slowly.
Before he could even process that, Jeongguk asked, "How many sessions do you need in a week?"
Seokjin decided to die right there.
"How many do you suggest?" he choked out.
Jeongguk tapped his chin. "Personally, Im someone who goes seven days a week."
Seokjin exhaled sharply through nose "Mmmhmm… Can see that."
Jeongguk, nodded. "Yeah, consistency is key. Based on your physical appearance..uhmm I would say we start with four days. Then, after more sessions I can stretch you up well so you can take more."
Seokjin shot up so fast his knee hit the coffee table.
Jeongguk jerked back. "What—"
"I need alcohol," Seokjin declared. "Right now."
Jeongguk blinked. "Are you okay?"
"No. I’m not." Seokjin turned sharply. "I thought I could handle this, but no. Nope..I need alcohol in my system to function if we’re going to do this.”
……………
Jeongguk stood frozen, watching Seokjin cycle through every shade of red like a malfunctioning traffic light. At this point, he was convinced the man had some kind of built in alarm system that triggered every time Jeongguk so much as breathed. And he couldn't figure out why.
Then, without warning, Seokjin stomped off muttering under his breath…something suspiciously close to curses and possibly a short existential crisis.
A second later he yanked open his home bar cabinet like a man preparing for war.
Jeongguk frowned slightly, watching from the couch.
“Are you just gonna stand there?” Seokjin snapped, not even sparing him a glance.
“Oh.” Jeongguk blinked, hesitating before making his way over.
Seokjin, now fully in bartender mode, wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was aggressively mixing drinks, flipping bottles with a little too much force and talking too fast, too much.
His words blurred into an erratic monologue… something about wine fermentation, the history of whiskey and possibly at one point a rant about the unethical taxation of imported liquor.
Jeongguk squinted.
Was he having a breakdown?
Seokjin’s fluffy hair bounced as he moved.. his soft pillowy lips pouted in fierce concentration eyebrows knitted in a way that made him look both adorable and absolutely unhinged.
And Jeongguk gulped.
Fuck. He was cute.
Jeongguk hadn’t even planned on taking this job.
He was perfectly content running his small gym training his regular, non tomato faced clients and steering clear of the absurdity that came with rich people.
But the city wasn’t cheap, and Jeongguk had been thinking about expanding…opening a high end gym downtown. That meant money. A lot of it. And as soon as he started looking for side gigs one particular ad had caught his attention.
WANTED: A PERSONAL TRAINER FOR MY BOSS. MUST HAVE THE STRENGTH OF A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER, THE PATIENCE OF A SAINT, AND THE ABILITY TO ENDURE SOUL CRUSHING WHINING & YAPPING WITHOUT RESORTING TO VIOLENCE. PAY IS EXTREMELY GENEROUS, BUT SO IS YOUR RISK OF DEVELOPING MIGRAINES. APPLY AT YOUR OWN RISK.
P.S. – I’ll personally throw in an EXTRA bonus from my pocket if you keep him occupied for at least three hours a day and make him experience true exhaustion for once in his privileged existence. Whether through training or existential crisis. I don't care. Just make it happen.
-MIN YOONGI
The sheer level of warning in that job posting should have made him back off.
Instead, Jeongguk had laughed and applied
And got a response email within almost five minutes.
Because, apparently, the job ad was up for the past 3 months and he was the only one who did.
At first, he assumed it was a scam. A prank. Some elaborate prank by a sleep deprived intern.
But the calls and messages were all from official and real source which was impossible to ignore.
Kim Group of Companies. One of the biggest conglomerate in the country. Which meant the boss he would be training was some terrifying, out of touch billionaire…probably 75 years old, balding, with a god complex and an aversion to sweating.
Or so he thought.
Instead, he showed up to the address, and the door swung open to reveal… this.
Kim Seokjin
Not a 75-year-old CEO.
Not some grumpy, wrinkled tycoon.
No. This.
A man so stupidly, criminally beautiful that Jeongguk had to actively remind himself not to stare every five minutes.
Sharp, refined features, eyes that somehow managed to be both piercing and pretty, and a build that was somehow both ridiculously proportioned and unfairly elegant. Broad shoulders, long legs, and an annoyingly pretty tiny dainty waist that shouldn’t exist on a grown ass man. The kind of visuals that made people forget their own names mid of the conversation.
And then there was the turtleneck.That stupid, soft, high necked sweater he had chosen to wear, swallowing his hands just enough when he moved, stretching just enough over his chest…like he had been specifically designed to test Jeongguk’s professionalism.
And the lips.
God. The lips.
Plush. Pink. Soft. Pillowy. Constantly moving,pursing in mild disapproval, pouting in exaggerated frustration, quirking in the beginning of a smirk whenever Jeongguk looked particularly out of his depth.
It was unfair.
And Jeongguk was a goner.
Jeongguk, a man with no issues making eye contact or talking to people, maintaining absolute professionalism had been struggling ever since the damn door opened.
And to make things worse… Seokjin acted like Jeongguk was the problem.
Every time he spoke, Seokjin’s eyes widened, his throat bobbed, and his entire body screamed distress.
His manager was right. The man probably did have an allergic reaction to physical training.
Or maybe…
Maybe he was just allergic to Jeongguk.
He didn’t know.
But now, Seokjin shoved a drink toward him eyes gleaming with something suspicious. “Drink this.”
Jeongguk glanced at the crystal glass then back at Seokjin who was watching him like a predator from across the bar counter.
“Drink,” Seokjin repeated, voice leaving no room for argument.
Jeongguk hesitated, fingers brushing over the cool glass. “Uhh… is this even allowed? I mean, wouldn’t this be, like… wrong?”
Seokjin blinked. “Excuse me? What?”
"What?!"
"You—" Seokjin pointed accusingly. "Just asked me about my sweating ratio, flexibility, intensity, how much handling I can take, and how many times a week I need to be stretched—"
Jeongguk’s lips parted.
"—but drinking wine is where you draw the line?"
Jeongguk floundered. "I mean…?"
Seokjin held up a finger. "No, no. I just want to understand. Where in the dictionary does that logic fit? Because even I don’t know."
"What?! But I literally told you beforehand…if you were uncomfortable, you didn’t have to answer—”
"Oh, don’t play the victim here, Mr. Stupidly Built for Sin But Too Dumb to Function."
Jeongguk’s eyes widened.
"…What?"
"What?”
Jeongguk exhaled, slow and measured, before tilting his head slightly…“Those were necessary questions for me to work on you” he murmured, his voice dropping low “How else would I help you relax if I didn’t know how your body functioned?”
Seokjin opened his mouth…probably to argue.
Jeongguk didn’t let him.
“I mean, even now… you look like you’re about to burst.” His gaze dropped.. lingering. “Your shoulders are tense. Your posture is stiff. I’m sure you go through this kind of stress every day considering your job…isn't it?”
Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath and nodded with a slightest pout
“So..that’s where I come in.” Jeongguk’s voice lowered, dipping into something dangerously persuasive. “To help you relax. Forget the outside world.”
“Oh.”
Seokjin’s fingers tightened around his glass.
Jeongguk hummed utterly unbothered. “Even now… if you need a little relaxation, I’m open to offer my help.”
Seokjin, who had just lifted his drink to his lips, choked on the first sip sputtering as he coughed violently.
“What?!”
“Yeah. Just a little something to show how good I am with my hands… so you can see for yourself. Maybe even consider keeping me.” Jeongguk said with an ever so polite smile.
…………
Seokjin’s throat bobbed. “Show me?”
“Yeah.” Jeongguk nodded.
“With your hands?” Seokjin asked slowly, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Jeongguk didn’t answer.
Instead, he stood up, smooth and deliberate and made his way over to where Seokjin stood.
Seokjin’s whole body froze.
The moment Jeongguk moved, he instinctively stepped back.
And Jeongguk stepped forward.
Another step.
Another.
Until Seokjin’s back hit the counter.
He visibly gulped and pressed his legs together like his survival depended on it.
Jeongguk narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Okay…Relax” Jeongguk soothed, voice softer now…but not enough to erase the danger lurking underneath. He didn’t step too close keeping just enough distance to make it maddening. “I’m just gonna make you feel better, okay?”
Seokjin made a noise…something between a strangled wheeze and an unholy gasp because, no, he did not like the way that sounded.
Jeongguk lifted a brow. “Do you trust me?”
Seokjin licked his lips. “Not really?”
Jeongguk laughed, a quiet, knowing chuckle that sent something hot crawling up Seokjin’s spine.
Then, he lifted his hands, opening his palms toward Seokjin.
A normal gesture, right? A simple offer.
Except…
His hands were low.
Too low.
Right in front of Seokjins crotch.
Seokjin’s entire body glitched like a broken machine. His brain went offline. His hands twitched before instinct took over and in one sharp movement he yanked his T-shirt down like it was some kind of protective shield.
“Are you crazy?!” Seokjin hissed, eyes darting around in sheer panic. “How can you ask something like that so casually?”
Jeongguk blinked, looking genuinely confused. “What?”
“What....What? What exactly do you want from me you unholy demon? Do you expect me to just…just take it out and plop it into your hands like a goddamn raw sausage?”
Jeongguk’s brows furrowed. “What.”
“Or…or should I pass it to you like a relay baton? ‘Here, champ, take it to the finish line!’”
Jeongguk was now actively squinting at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Seokjin was wheezing. “Or…oh my god….Are you expecting me to just slap it into your hands like some sick, twisted wet slap of a high five? ‘Nice form, bro! Now grip it firmly and don’t drop it!’”
Jeongguk’s lips parted in what was very clearly sheer unfiltered concern. “I was… asking for your hands?”
SILENCE
“Oh,” he whispered, absolutely mortified “my hands?”
“Yeah? To help you relax? Give you a massage?” Jeongguk tilted his head. “What did you think?”
“Nothing.” Seokjin shook his head violently. So fast. Too fast. "Absolutely nothing"
Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed. “Wait… wait… oh my god…wait. Were you—did you just—?”
“I didn’t—” Seokjin stammered, already power walking away from the bar counter, but Jeongguk shot out a hand and caught his wrist.
Seokjin froze.
Jeongguk’s eyes widened. “You did! Oh my god. You actually thought I was asking for your meat?”
Seokjin screeched. “WHAT? Excuse me? I....I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, snatching his hand back and sprinting to the fridge like it held the answers to life. He yanked the door open, grabbed a water bottle, and chugged like his life depended on it.
Jeongguk followed him relentless. “Oh, you know what I’m talking about, you nasty minded little freak.”
Seokjin choked. He violently spit the water back into the sink, slamming the bottle onto the counter. “Nasty...what? Did you just—” His eyes were wild. “Did you just call me a Nasty Minded? Me?”
Jeongguk folded his arms, tilting his head with a smirk. “Yeah. Full blown, grade-A, certified nasty minded pervert.”
Seokjin gasped like a scandalized person from period drama
“Me? A pervert?” he shrieked. “You walked in here looking like sin incarnate, talking all those things, filling me up with your handling talk, and I’m the pervert?”
Jeongguk blinked, looking deeply confused. “What? What do you mean??....Bro. You thought I was asking to hold your dick.”
“STOP SAYING THAT” he screamed, voice cracking.
Jeongguk just stared. “How did your brain even get there?”
“How could it not?Are you really blaming? Me?!” Seokjin shot back yelling
“Why are you Yelling?” Jeongguk asked.
“I’M NOT YELLING!” Seokjin shouted.
Jeongguk squinted.
Seokjin exhaled sharply and looked away. “Fine. Fine.” He smoothed his shirt, regaining some dignity. “Before we go any further with…whatever this is…we need some ground rules. Can we please behave like adults?”
Jeongguk lifted a brow. “Aren’t you already? Like…an X-rated one?”
Seokjin’s glare could have set the house on fire.
“Okay, okay...got it,” Jeongguk said, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Let’s be adults. You’re the boss. Go ahead.”
Seokjin exhaled and folded his arms. “Rule number one No more stretching or sweating talk.”
“Okay. But—”
“No buts,” Seokjin snapped. “You agreed I’m the boss, so you’re only listening now. Got it?” His face was pinched in pure authority… except, somehow, it looked adorable, like an angry little hamster trying to bare its teeth at a wolf.
Jeongguk grinned, biting his lip. “Yes, sir.”
Seokjin narrowed his eyes but decided to ignore it. “Now, if you have any questions for me, ask. But only professional ones. I mean...personal, but professionally personal. Not those ones.”
Jeongguk blinked slowly. “I genuinely have no idea what you just said.”
Seokjin flailed a hand. “Just...just ask like a normal fucking person.”
Jeongguk tilted his head. “I was asking normal questions. Those were important.” He shrugged. “That’s literally all I needed to know.”
Seokjin looked seconds away from exploding. “Jeon Jeongguk”
Jeongguk straightened, blinking at the sudden intensity. "Yeah?"
Seokjin stormed up to him, arms folded tight. "So, what? You just want my body?"
Jeongguk choked on air. "Excuse me?!"
Seokjin let out a long, suffering exhale, rubbing his temples. "You know what? This is my fault. All of it." He started pacing, mumbling to himself. "I actually thought, for once, I had found someone who might actually fit into my—" he paused "but no. After being handpicked by my mother, what the hell was I expecting? Certainly not this."
Jeongguk stared, mouth slightly open. "Huh?"
Seokjin whirled around. "Look, Jeon Jeongguk, I don’t know what your intentions are, but even if I liked some of what you said or did—" he shot Jeongguk a glare before he could react, "even if...I still have standards. There are things I want. Need. Expectations. If this is going to work, there are rules."
Jeongguk blinked, caught between concern and confusion. "…Sure? Okay? Tell me what you need?Im here to act on your request"
Seokjin took a deep breath and pointed a firm finger at him. "First of all, even though I act like I don’t care, I did not like that you showed up empty handed."
"Empty handed?" Jeongguk repeated, looking at his literal hands.
"Yes," Seokjin deadpanned. "Empty handed. I don’t usually care for gifts, I never did.. but you should have brought me flowers. It’s mandatory."
Jeongguk stared "Flowers? For this? I....I didn’t....nobody told me—"
"Nobody told you?" Seokjin scoffed, tilting his head dramatically. "Nobody told you that when you meet someone for the first time, especially in their home, you bring a gift? What exactly are you spending all your huge ass money on? Wait...lemme guess…condoms?" he gasped
Jeongguk physically glitched. "WHAT?!”
"You should leave," Seokjin huffed, turning away with a sharp pout. "This isn’t gonna work out."
He said as he marched to the couch, dropped onto it, and folded his arms tight. His nose lifted, lips pressed into a firm pout, looking every bit like a man deeply disappointed in the state of humanity.
………….
Jeongguk stood frozen by the kitchen counter, still buffering. Was this… normal? Was this how interviews worked now? Had he missed a memo? Expecting flowers from the person applying for the job…what kind of logic was that?
Of course, Yoongi, Seokjin's assistant, had warned him. "He's impossible, but the pay’s worth it." Jeongguk had assumed that meant complicated contract negotiations. Not getting silently blacklisted over a lack of floral etiquette.
Still.
That sulky little frown. The way Seokjin’s nose scrunched up. He can't let this happen. He just couldn't.
Exhaling sharply, Jeongguk yanked out his phone, tapped quickly, and begrudgingly placed an online order for flowers. And chocolates. Because knowing his luck, What if Seokjin would take one look at the bouquet and declare, "These don’t smell flowery enough."
So he ordered..Within budget, of course. He still had self-respect.
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he walked back into the living room.
Seokjin was still there. Still pouting. Still sitting stiffly.
Jeongguk cleared his throat. "Hi."
No reaction.
He tried again. "Hello? Mr. Kim?"
Silence.
Jeongguk exhaled, tilting his head. "You told me not to eye fuck the walls, and now you're doing it?"
Seokjin finally turned, eyes narrowing. "They're my walls. I can eye-fuck them, ride them, get on my knees for them if I want. You don’t get a say.”
Jeongguk blinked. "Ride them?"
Seokjin huffed. "Yeah, I will. And I'll whisper sweet nothings to them. Maybe even slap a fresh coat of paint on them and call it aftercare. You got a problem with that?”
Jeongguk pressed his lips together. "Nope. No problem at all. Your house, your… questionable
kinks.”
Seokjin squinted. “Why are you still here? I told you to leave.”
Jeongguk crossed his arms. “Because I didn’t get my performance review yet.”
Seokjin blinked. “Performance review? You want a fucking review?”
“Obviously.” Jeongguk shrugged. “I need to know if I did well or not. It’s fine if you reject me, but at least tell me if I left an impression.”
Seokjin scoffed. “Oh, you left one, alright. Now I can’t look at my walls like a normal person. Can’t even shake hands without thinking of you.”
Jeongguk’s lips twitched. “I’m honored? But I need details. Can you break down my skills?”
Seokjin gawked. “Are you seriously standing in my home, asking for feedback on your skills?”
Jeongguk frowned. “You can still praise me and reject me. That’s allowed, right?”
Seokjin threw his hands up. “Oh, I think? I think?! You came in, did whatever you wanted, and now you’re fishing for compliments before moving on to your next target?”
Jeongguk squinted. “…Well, yeah. I can’t improve if I don’t know what I did wrong. And if I did something right, I would love to perfect it.”
Seokjin shot up from the couch, furious. “You’re already thinking about moving on to another man?! Right in front of me?! And perform for him?!”
Jeongguk blinked. “Uhh… yeah? But not just men, though. I’m open to all sort—”
Seokjin gasped like he had been slapped. “Oh, of course. You’re a community service provider with your huge whatever size you have! Just out here being a public asset...good for you!”
He stormed toward Jeongguk, arms crossed, lips pursed like he was about to ruin him verbally.
For a split second, Jeongguk got distracted. Seokjin was too close. That pout. Those ridiculously plush lips. His stupidly perfect soft skin. An intrusive thought hit him like a truck...Would it be weird if I just grabbed his neck and—
His eyes flickered from Seokjin’s lips to his eyes.
Seokjin was staring at his lips too.
Jeongguk let out a slow breath.
Seokjin’s voice broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?”
Jeongguk blinked. “Oh… yeah, sure.”
Seokjin’s gaze didn’t waver. “I want you to be honest.”
Jeongguk straightened slightly. “O…okay?”
Seokjin leaned in just a little, studying him with those sharp, impossibly pretty eyes. “Are you even interested in being here? Like, genuinely? Or are you just doing this because you were forced? Like me. Just showing up, putting in no real effort, waiting to go home?”
Jeongguk’s brows furrowed. “I—”
“Be honest,” Seokjin cut in, his voice quieter now, more intense.
Jeongguk swallowed. Goddamn. He wasn’t expecting this level of directness. Seokjin was of course devastatingly gorgeous up close…soft lips, sharp gaze, that little crease between his brows. Cute. But also… he was weirdly intimidating.
“I wouldn’t say I was forced…” Jeongguk finally said, voice rougher than he intended. “I mean, it was my choice to do this. But I was happy with what I was already doing. I guess… societal pressure played a part. I needed to step up. So yeah, I wanted to give it a try...to see how this whole thing works. But no one forced me. I threw myself into it.”
Seokjin hummed, tilting his head. “Are you disappointed? That you met someone like me?”
Jeongguk’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “To be honest…” He hesitated, then exhaled. “I wasn’t sure what kind of person I would be dealing with at first. I was really nervous, kept wondering if I made the right choice. But after seeing you—”
Seokjin tilted his head, voice softer now. “What did you think of me?”
Jeongguk held his gaze for a long moment.
Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“You’re not like your assistant Yoongi described,” he murmured “But also… you are. Just in a very, very endearing way.” He exhaled “Like… I would willingly take that migraine every day if it’s from you.”
Seokjin narrowed his eyes “My assistant Yoongi what?”
But before Jeongguk could respond, the doorbell rang.
“You should get that,” Jeongguk said, nodding toward the door.
Seokjin didn’t budge. Didn’t even blink. “It’s fine. Answer me first. What do you mean Yoongi said? Why would Yoongi say anything about me? You know him?”
Jeongguk scratched the back of his neck. “Uhh… not personally. He’s the one who reached out to me. Sent the email.”
Seokjin’s frown deepened like he was solving a murder case. “Yoongi? Why would he reach out to you? Did my mother put him up to this? What, did she say, ‘First, talk to my assistant, get a detailed report on what kind of menace my son is, and then go meet him’?”
Jeongguk blinked. “What? Your mother? …Was she supposed to contact me? Yoongi’s the only one who did.”
Seokjin’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck. So Yoongi’s in on this too?! That little gremlin…is that why he suddenly took vacation leave?! I knew something was up. Did he actually tell you I would give you migraines? What else did he say about me?”
Jeongguk hesitated. “…Uhh.. Nice things…?”
Seokjin’s glare sharpened. “Jeon Jeongguk. What. Else.”
The doorbell rang again, long and insistent. Seokjin exhaled rage, stomped to the intercom, and pressed the speaker. “Wait fifteen minutes, whoever you are! I will triple your entire month’s salary right now if you stop ringing that goddamn bell.”
Then he turned back, arms crossed. “Alright. Spill. I want every single thing Yoongi said.”
Jeongguk stared at him, processing what's he just he just witnessed. “…Okay. Uhh.” He cleared his throat. “He said I should have the strength of a professional wrestler, the patience of a saint, and the ability to endure soul-crushing whining and yapping without resorting to violence.” He paused. “Oh. Also, the inevitable migraines.”
Seokjin’s nostrils flared. “That little bastard—”
Jk held up a finger. “Wait. There’s more.”
Seokjin’s eye twitched.
“He also said he would get extra money from his pocket if I could keep you occupied for three hours every day or more.”
Seokjin’s head snapped toward him. “Extra What?”
“…Like, a bonus. Apart from my salary.” Jeongguk hesitated. “Look, I don’t want to cause any problems between you two, he genuinely seemed like a nice guy, it’s just… the pay was very good, and I’m not gonna lie, I was definitely interested because of the money first, but now—”
Seokjin’s eyes burned into him. “Jeongguk. Why are you here?”
Jeongguk swallowed. “Uh…”
And Seokjin took a slow, menacing step forward.
“…Should I really answer that?” jeongguk asked
“YES, YOU SHOULD REALLY ANSWER THAT.”
Jeongguk cleared his throat. “Uhh.. Interview. For a physical trainer job… applied and got selected. And was asked to meet you here today.”
Seokjin stared
“By your assistant Min Yoongi?”
……………
“So… you’re a physical trainer?” Seokjin asked, his voice clipped as he gulped nervously, still trying to process everything.
“Yeah. Certified” Jeongguk replied casually, then added, “Specialized in strength training, functional fitness, and corrective exercise techniques.”
Seokjin blinked. The words flew straight past his head “Uh-huh.” His eyes narrowed suspiciously. He leaned in a little. “And when you said you ‘handle people’...?”
“I train clients of all ages” Jeongguk explained, completely unfazed. “I handle their customized workout plans, design meal schedules, optimize their form, and manage their overall progress. So yes I handle them.”
“Mmhmmm you do” Seokjin mumbled, his brain still lagging about five minutes behind. “And you asked about my sweat ratio because…?”
“To gauge your hydration needs” Jeongguk answered, his tone so professional it could have been used in a TED Talk. “Sweat output’s important for balancing electrolytes and preventing fatigue during workouts.”
Seokjin blinked.His brain gears were finally clicking into place and none of it was looking even remotely romantic.
“…And the walls?” he asked faintly. “You asked if they were sturdy because…?”
Jeongguk shrugged, still calm, still maddeningly oblivious to Seokjin’s crisis. “Well, for some exercises, like resistance band pulls or stability drills, you would need a reliable surface to lean on. Wouldn’t want you slipping or, you know… the wall collapsing mid-session.”
And just like that, the realization finally fully slammed into Seokjin’s face like a truck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
This wasn’t a date.
Jeongguk wasn’t here to sweep him off his feet with smooth lines and dirty talk. He wasn’t flirting. He wasn’t trying to undress Seokjin with his eyes. He was here… for a job interview.
A Fucking Job Interview
Sent by Yoongi. His manager. Correction.. His , now former manager because there was no way Seokjin could go back to work after this. Not because he was quitting...no, Seokjin wouldn't get the chance to quit. He simply wouldn’t exist anymore.
His face flamed red as the past hour replayed in his head on an endless, agonizing loop, and he finally saw every interaction for what it had actually been
Professional.
Completely professional.
And Seokjin?
He had been sitting there, practically throwing himself at Jeongguk like a desperate idiot in heat.
Oh my god.
He wanted to scream.
He wanted to evaporate.
He wanted to pack his things and move permanently to any other planet or better yet, launch himself straight out of the universe and never look back.He wanted to disappear to where nobody knew his name or how catastrophically stupid he was.
Jeongguk frowned slightly, finally noticing Seokjin’s terrifying silence. “Uh… are you okay?”
Seokjin snapped out of his mortification spiral “Mmhmm… I’m… I’m gonna go now,” he mumbled, backing up toward the door “Over there. Away. For a few minutes Or hours or decades”
And with that, he spun on his heel and practically sprinted toward his bedroom, muttering curses under his breath.
But right before he opened the door, he stopped, turned back, and exploded.
“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU EXPLAIN ALL THIS FROM THE BEGINNING, YOU STUPID, HOT IDIOT?” His arms flailed dramatically
Jeongguk blinked, looking genuinely confused. “…Uhhh...What? I did explain, though. I answered all your questions.”
“Ggahhhhhh!” Seokjin yelled stomping his feet, because, honestly, there was no arguing with that, and at this point, he had reached maximum embarrassment. His face was burning, his dignity was in shreds, and he was so done.
“I HATE YOU AND YOUR PERFECT STUPID EVERYTHING JEON JEONGGUK!”
And with that, he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him with enough force to rattle the walls.
…………..
Jeongguk stood there, staring at the door, eyebrows raised, looking thoroughly baffled.“…What the fuck?” he muttered to himself, blinking slowly as he tried to process whatever the hell had just happened.
He blinked, standing awkwardly in the middle of the stupidly luxurious living room that belonged to a stupidly gorgeous CEO with the emotional stability of a hurricane.He had come here for a professional job interview. A completely normal, serious interview. But now, somehow, he was standing here, mildly baffled, thoroughly endeared, and inexplicably fighting the urge to grab and kiss said that stupidly gorgeous CEO with severe mood swings.
It had been over thirty minutes since Seokjin had stormed off, slammed his bedroom door, and vanished. Jeongguk probably should have left by now. Any sane person would have. But instead, he found himself standing there like a lost puppy, chewing his lip, torn between leaving and…
He sighed and walked toward the door,Knocking gently “Mr. Kim?”
No answer.
He frowned, shifting his weight. “Uhh… everything okay in there? You have been in there for, like, thirty minutes. I’m starting to get a little worried.”
Silence.
Jeongguk bit his lip, leaning a little closer. “Seokjin?” he called softly.
Finally, a muffled voice responded from inside. “Please… just go. Before I change,... say or do something stupid again.”
Jeongguk blinked, “Stupid?” His brow furrowed. “What do you mean, stupid? Seokjin.. what’s going on?”
Silence.
He tried again, his voice a little gentler. “Can I come in? Or… can you come out? If I said something that upset you, I’m really sorry. That wasn’t my intention, I swear.”
Nothing.
Jeongguk exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. His tone softened even further, low and earnest. “Okay…If me being here makes you uncomfortable… I’ll go. I just… didn’t want to leave without knowing you were okay.”
He waited a beat. Still nothing.
“Alright. I’m sorry. I’ll—” He sighed and turned to leave
But then he heard it.
A Click.
Jeongguk froze mid-step, turning back just as the door opened a crack.
Seokjin stood there, peeking out, eyes wide and hesitant, like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his hair was adorably messy, like he had been lying down having a quiet existential crisis.
Jeongguk swallowed hard, his heart stumbling in his chest. How can someone manage to look this beautiful while clearly falling apart?
“You okay?” Jeongguk asked carefully, his voice soft.
Seokjin stared at him for a beat, then sighed, stepping out just a little further. “I’m sorry” he mumbled, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Jeongguk asked, his brows pulling together. “You don’t have to hire me… at this point, I know I’m not getting hired anyway. And that’s fine. I just… want to know if you’re okay. Or if I did something wrong.”
Seokjin shook his head, biting his lip. “You didn’t,” he muttered. “It’s not you, it’s… it’s me. Actually, no. It’s Yoongi.” His expression darkened. “I’m going to fire him. And my mother. Can’t fire her from being my mother, but God, if I could, I would. Because this—” He gestured vaguely at the air, frustration brimming. “—is all her fault.”
Jeongguk blinked, confused. “huh…”
“She keeps setting me up on these stupid blind dates because apparently, I’m a disappointment to the Kim family dynasty until I get married,” Seokjin ranted, his voice growing louder and shriller. “It’s always, ‘Settle down, Seokjin,’ ‘Find a nice partner, Seokjin,’ like I’m not perfectly fine on my own! Which, for the record, I am! But do I want to meet someone? Sure! Fall in love, get married, do cute shit together, yes, obviously! I want that! But do you know what happens every time she sets me up with someone? They’re assholes, Complete .Fucking. Assholes.”
Jeongguk blinked again, lips parting slightly as Seokjin kept spiraling.
“And then you walk in, and you’re tall, and hot, and you’ve got that stupid jawline and those stupid doe like eyes, and you’re talking to me all polite and deep-voiced,saying all those things railing me up and...and suddenly I’m sitting there like, Oh my god, this is it. I’ve met The One.” He threw up his hands, looking increasingly frantic.
“And then…because apparently, I have lost my mind..I start planning our entire future together like some unhinged rom-com protagonist! I’m picturing us on our honeymoon, debating whether I should pack those expensive silk button-down pajamas I bought last month because, you know, classy honeymoon vibes, and then I’m imagining you shirtless on a beach, probably sweaty and glistening under the sun with all those tattoos and piercings on display and God help me, you would look so hot…and before I even realize it, I’m mentally monogramming our towels!” Sj threw his arms in the air again, his voice growing louder by the second.
“Mr. and Mr. Jeon-Kim on matching bathrobes. And I’m naming our hypothetical dog because obviously, we would have a dog…never mind that I don’t even know if you like dogs! But in my head, you do, because you look like someone who’s great with pets and kids, and you would be a really hot dad—”
He gasped for air, chest heaving, and then glared at Jeongguk like it was somehow his fault that Seokjin had completely lost it.
“And then…boom!...turns out, it’s not even a date! You’re just here for a fucking job interview while I’ve been sitting here mentally undressing you and planning our imaginary wedding like a complete lunatic!”
Jeongguk stared at him, absolutely stunned, his face flushing deeper with every word.
“…What?” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
………..
Seokjin froze, his cheeks going from pink to scarlet as he realized, with dawning horror, exactly what he had just said and without a word, he spun on his heel, bolting back inside the bedroom again and slamming the door shut behind him.
“Shit, shit, shit… What the fuck, Seokjin, what the actual fuck?” he hissed, pacing in frantic circles as he grabbed at his hair. “You’re so stupid! Why would you say all that to him? Oh my God, You seriously don't know when to shut..fuck.. he’s probably freaking out…he definitely thinks you’re a creepy psycho now…ugh, shut up, shut up, shut up!” he groaned, covering his burning face with both hands as he cursed himself into oblivion.
From the other side of the door, Jeongguk’s voice suddenly broke through. “I do like dogs.”
Seokjin froze, his hands dropping as his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“I actually have one,” Jeongguk added, his voice soft but clear. “His name’s Bam. He’s a Doberman… and I think you would love him.”
Seokjin stared at the door, his mouth parting slightly in shock. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might leap right out of his chest.
“And… you’re right” Jeongguk continued softly, his voice steady, “I do like kids.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, before adding shyly, “And I think you would be really good with them, too.”
Seokjin blinked as his heart started racing again. He pressed a hand against his chest, willing it to calm down, but it only thudded faster.
From the other side of the door, Jeongguk cleared his throat quietly, almost as though he was giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts. Then his voice dropped a little lower “About the beach…” he said slowly. “You’re not wrong. I probably would look hot with all those tattoos and piercings… so… thanks for noticing.”
Seokjin bit his lip, resisting the small twitch of a smile and rolling his eyes, even though Jeongguk couldn’t see him.
Jeongguk’s voice softened even more, turning quieter, almost unsure. “And… if we ever were on a honeymoon… I think you would look beautiful. Doesn’t matter if it’s silk pajamas, something else, or…” He trailed off, hesitating for a heartbeat before finishing gently, “…nothing at all..”
Seokjin’s eyes widened, his breath catching slightly, and he swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like the air around him had grown warmer.
“And you’re not creepy or a lunatic,” Jeongguk said, as if reading Seokjin’s earlier panicked thoughts “Because you weren’t the only one having those thoughts.”
Seokjin stood frozen, his heart thundering so loudly he was sure Jeongguk could hear it through the door.
Jeongguk exhaled quietly, his voice dipping even lower. “I was, too,” he admitted.
Seokjin stared at the door in shock, his lips parting slightly.
“But…” Jeongguk continued, and Seokjin could hear the nervous shift in his tone. “In my head… we weren’t just walking along the beach or wearing pajamas.” There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his voice was raspier, barely more than a murmur. “In my head, we weren’t leaving the honeymoon suite… or the bed.”
Seokjin clapped a hand over his mouth, his cheeks burning scarlet as his eyes grew impossibly wider.
“And you’re not the only one who was mentally undressing someone,” Jeongguk added softly, his words deliberate but tinged with bashfulness. “Because I was doing it, too. From the second you opened that door.”
Seokjin let out a breathless, stunned laugh, so quiet it was barely audible.
“I wasn’t just thinking about how gorgeous you are..which obviously you are...but..it wasn't just that—” Jeongguk continued quietly, his voice still carrying that soft intensity. “I was thinking about how you would feel if I touched you… how your voice would sound if you said my name like that again… if I pulled you closer…” He stopped abruptly, breathing a little unevenly.
Seokjin blinked rapidly, his breath shallow as warmth bloomed uncontrollably in his chest…and somewhere a lot lower.
There was a pause, and then Jeongguk spoke again, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. “I know this is very very unprofessional right now...” he said softly. “I’m sorry for overstepping.. But I had to say it.”
Seokjin bit his lip, pressing his forehead lightly against the door.
“I’ve already decided” Jeongguk said after a moment, his voice steady but low. “I decided the moment I saw you… that I don’t care if I leave this house with or without the job. But I’m not leaving without asking you out.”
Seokjin blinked again, startled out of his spiraling thoughts, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hand reached for the door handle. Slowly, he pulled it open…just a crack at first, then fully…until they were standing face to face.
Jeongguk’s eyes locked onto Seokjin’s immediately, dark and searching, his expression a mix of nerves and quiet determination. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly, but he didn’t look away.
Neither did Seokjin.
For a long, heart thudding moment, they just stood there, staring at each other in the thick, loaded silence, the air heavy with something neither of them dared to name.
Jeongguk licked his lips nervously, his gaze flickering down briefly before returning to Seokjin’s. “I’m serious,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know I’m not someone handpicked by your family… or rich enough… or high enough in status to be asking you this.” He paused, taking a shaky breath, his gaze holding steady despite the flush creeping up his neck. “But I make decent money. I work hard. And I promise, I would try my best…every single day, until the very last…to make you happy.”
Seokjin’s lips parted, but no words came out, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Jeongguk’s voice softened, more earnest now, almost pleading. “So… I want to take you out, Seokjin. I want to show you how I see you. I want to know more about you. I want to listen to you talk… hear you whine… watch you roll your eyes at me when I say something dumb.” His lips quirked into a nervous, crooked smile. “I want to see you pout… maybe stomp a little when you don’t get your way.”
Seokjin’s breath caught in his throat, warmth flooding his chest at the words…at how Jeongguk was already noticing all the little things about him that most people ignored or thought it was childish.
Jeongguk’s gaze dropped briefly, his lashes lowering as his voice dropped to a murmur. “And then…” He bit his lip for a moment before continuing “And then I want to bring you home… and keep thinking all those things we were both thinking. But this time…I want to say them out loud. Together. And act on them… if you let me.”
Seokjin felt like his heart was about to burst right out of his chest. His lips parted, and he swallowed hard, trying to find something to say, anything at all…but before he could, the doorbell rang, breaking the spell whatever they had.
They both blinked, startled, and Seokjin let out a soft, breathless laugh, shaky and a little dazed. His chest felt tight, like he was still trying to process everything Jeongguk had just said
“Uhh… I should get that…” Seokjin mumbled, his voice a little uneven as he tore his gaze away and started walking toward the door, his steps a little too quick, like he needed the distance just to breathe again. He yanked the door open…To find a man holding a bouquet and a box of chocolates.
Looking every bit like a boy next door K drama lead.
Seokjin blinked.
The man blinked.
Then they both blinked again.
“…Oh,” Seokjin said, with the eloquence of someone absolutely caught off guard.
“Hi,” the man replied, smiling. Wide, Boxy and devastatingly charming. Like he knew exactly what his smile was doing.
Seokjin, for some reason had the urge to smoothed down his shirt and said “Hi.”
“These are for you.” The man held out the flowers like it was the most casual thing in the world.
Seokjin stared. “You’re giving me flowers?”
“Yes. And chocolates.” He held up the box like he was doing a product reveal. “It’s part of the package”
“Ohh...uhhh Thank you?” Seokjin reached out slowly, delicately and took the bouquet from his hands “You’re the one who rang earlier?”
The man nodded. “Yep. The one you told to wait fifteen minutes and promised to triple his monthly salary. That’s me. Very flattered, by the way.”
Seokjin winced. “God I'm so Sorry. I thought you were one of my staff”
“No offense taken,” the man said smoothly. “But if you're the boss, I would like to formally submit my resume…right now. I can start today. Or tonight. Whatever works.”
Seokjin blinked again. “Okay. You’re cute.”
“I hear that a lot,” the man said, completely unbothered. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”
“Cute name too.”
“Ahem,” came a voice that sounded like it had bitten into a lemon and was trying not to show it.
Seokjin turned to see Jeongguk...standing just behind him, arms crossed, face blank in that very specific I’m not jealous but i’m two seconds from flipping this door off its hinges kind of way.
……….
“What exactly is going on here?” Jeongguk asked, eyes flicking from Taehyung to Seokjin
“Oh! Jeongguk, this is Kim Taehyung. He brought me these.” Seokjin lifted the bouquet, beaming. “Isn’t that sweet?” He buried his nose into the flowers and inhaled dramatically. “This is so beautiful.”
Before Taehyung could so much as breathe, Jeongguk stepped forward and deadpan...plucked the tiny card from the bouquet and held it out like damning evidence.
Seokjin blinked. Then looked at the card.
Jeon Jeongguk.
“Yes. Very sweet. Very beautiful,” Jeongguk said flatly. “You’re welcome.”
“Wait.” Seokjin blinked again. “You got this for me?”
Jeongguk raised a brow. “Yeah, then who? The chocolate and bouquet..both me. You were literally sulking about me showing up empty-handed. So, yes, I panicked. I bought both. I didn’t know what you liked, and it felt weird just handing you flowers, so yeah I threw in the chocolates for emotional insurance.”
“…Awww,” Seokjin said, visibly melting.
“So if anyone deserves a ‘they’re thoughtful and romantic,’ it’s me,” Jeongguk said, eyes narrowing. “Not Flower Boy over here.”
“Flower Boy has a name,” Taehyung offered, raising a hand with mock offense. “And also a fragile heart. Which is now slightly cracked.”
“Flower Boy also got the bouquet to the door without crushing a single petal,” Seokjin said, smiling sweetly at Taehyung and then leveling Jeongguk with a look. “So, technically, we're all winners here?”
Jeongguk sighed. Then, without breaking eye contact, stepped forward and executed a full, dramatic 360-degree bow like he was accepting an award for Best Performance in Suffering.
“Thank you so much, Kim Taehyung ssi, for your noble service in flower delivery and your bravery in waiting without complaints. Your patience will go down in history. Now you may leave. Preferably NOW.”
Then he turned to Seokjin, deadpan. “Happy now?”
Seokjin bit his lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “Very. But… I was also just about to ask for his number though.”
“And I was just about to give it,” Taehyung grinned, already halfway to unlocking his phone with unbothered confidence.
But Jeongguk was faster. He grabbed Seokjin by the arm, spun him inside the house, and with his other hand, he seized the chocolate box and shoved it at Taehyung’s hands.
“Take this as a token of appreciation. You have earned it. Thank you very much. Bye.”
“What the…wait! That’s mine. I wanted that!” Seokjin protested, his head popping out from behind the doorframe.
“No. You wanted his number,” Jeongguk muttered, shoving the door shut with one hand. “Get inside. Now.”
As the door clicked shut behind them, Jeongguk stayed leaned against it, watching silently as Seokjin held the bouquet close, smiling down at the flowers.
“You like it?” Jeongguk asked, voice low.
“You didn’t have to… I was just... I’m sorry,” Seokjin mumbled, fingers brushing gently over the petals. Jeongguk pushed off the door and took a step closer.
“You haven’t answered my question yet,” he said, gaze fixed on him.
Seokjin glanced over his shoulder. “I do like it..They’re beautiful… My favorite colors.”
“I wasn’t asking about the flowers,” Jeongguk said, voice quiet but firm, now standing just behind him.
Seokjin’s breath caught. He turned slowly, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes, his own wide with something unsure and soft. He visibly swallowed.
“Please don’t run inside your room again,” Jeongguk added, tilting his head. “But if you’re planning to… take me with you this time.”
Seokjin let out a soft laugh, biting his lip as he folded his arms, eyes flicking over Jeongguk's face, locking there with a quiet intensity.
“What do you expect me to say?” he asked, teasing as he lifted his brows
“Yes?” Jeongguk replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh?” Seokjin smirked. “So you’re that confident your little romantic monologue at the door just won me over?”
Jeongguk’s smile faltered. His face twitched into a slight frown but he quietly said "Yes..?”
“No,” Seokjin said, straight faced.
Jeongguk blinked. “Huh?”
“I need proof,” Seokjin said with a shrug, arms folding as he leaned against a table.
“Proof?” Jeongguk echoed, frowning again “Of what exactly?”
Seokjin’s eyes flicked up slowly, the smirk growing on his lips slowly “Of whether it’s true you won’t let me leave the bed.”
There was a pause. A full dramatic beat. Jeongguk's brain clearly short circuited mid process.
“…Oh,” he said, very eloquently.
Seokjin didn’t even wait for Jeongguk’s brain to catch up. He leaned in and kissed him quick and playful, like a tease. Then pulled back with a grin so smug it should have been illegal. “Look at you,” he said, eyes flicking to Jeongguk’s face. “All red. You’re lucky you’re cute and—”
But Jeongguk cut him off before the compliment could inflate his ego too far. His hands found Seokjin’s waist and crashed their lips together..slower this time. Deeper. His hand slipped up, fingers brushing the side of Seokjin’s neck, thumb caressing just under his jaw.
When he finally pulled back their breath mingling, he didn’t let go. Didn’t even try to.
Seokjin was flushed, lips swollen, blinked up at him with that dazed expression Jeongguk wanted it framed. “—and hot. And handsome. And considerate. And thoughtful. Romantic, gentle, kind, sexy and also,” Seokjin added, voice dropping into a taunt, “a cute little jealous shit.”
Jeongguk blinked once.Then he smirked cocky “So… that’s a yes?”
Seokjin opened his mouth to answer...but the doorbell rang again.
Jeongguk froze closing his eyes and muttered “You’ve got to be fvcking kidding me.”
“I’ll go—” Seokjin offered, already stepping back.
“No,” Jeongguk said, already storming toward the door like a man on a mission. “If it’s another bouquet, I swear to God I’m fighting them off with one of these petals. No mercy.”
He flung the door open, ready to unleash hell and then just… froze.
“…Oh.”
……….
“Who is it—?” Seokjin peeked over his shoulder and promptly made the same sound.
“…Oh.”
Because standing there was a man straight out of a luxury travel magazine. Tall, broad shouldered, muscular,casually handsome, dimples deep enough to cause property damage.
“Hi,” the man said, glancing between them. “I’m Kim Namjoon. I’m looking for Kim Seokjin?”
A beat of silence.
Jeongguk and Seokjin didn’t move.
“Why,” Seokjin muttered, “are hot men showing up at my door today like I’m running a very exclusive gay brothel?”
Namjoon blinked.
Jeongguk blinked.
Then they both looked at him.
“…Did I say that out loud?” Seokjin asked weakly.
Jeongguk didn’t answer. He was too busy shooting daggers through his retinas.
“Sorry,” Namjoon said, politely puzzled. “Just… to clarify. Which one of you is Kim Seokjin?”
“That depends,” Jeongguk said flatly. “Why do you need him?”
“Blind date,” Namjoon replied with a soft, sheepish smile. “His mom set it up. I’m not intruding anything, am I?”
“Ohhhhhh” Seokjin leaned further out the door, eyeing Namjoon like he was trying to pick a flavor at a bakery. “Sooo...You're the blind date? Fuck.. mom wasn't lying you really do look—”
Jeongguk didn’t even let him finish. “Then the Kim Seokjin you’re looking for…” He shoved Seokjin’s head backward with one hand,
“…is me. Hi.”
“Wait…I wanna watch!” Seokjin shouted, struggling behind him.
“…Uhh,” Namjoon blinked, now visibly concerned.
Jeongguk sighed and turned back to Namjoon with a polite exhausted smile.
“I’m really sorry. Before this spirals….I just wanna say, you’re objectively gorgeous. In another reality, I would probably flirt back. Maybe even ask if you wanted to stay for coffee and plan on how to ruin each other life”
Namjoon blinked. “...Thanks?”
“But unfortunately,” Jeongguk continued, “I’ve already decided to ruin it over someone else. So… I have to respectfully ask you to leave. For your own safety. And my sanity.”
He gave a slight bow while holding seokjin back with one hand
Before Namjoon could respond, Seokjin stuck his head out again.
“If that ‘someone’ is me, I fully support this. You can date him. Honestly I would pay actual money to see you two make out on my kitchen counter. I’m just saying . With both of your jawline—”
“GET BACK INSIDE NOW” Jeongguk muttered, palming Seokjin’s face and pushing him back inside like he was dealing with a dramatic housecat.
Namjoon blinked, clearly trying to figure out if this was some setup or real. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jeongguk beat him to it.
“I’m so sorry,” Jeongguk said quickly. “He’s… uhh… yeah. That. Chronically.”
Namjoon cleared his throat. “So, just to confirm…you’re not interested in the blind date?”
“Right,” Jeongguk said without hesitation. “Kim Seokjin isn’t available. He’s already got someone very handsome, very muscular, incredibly hot… almost as tall as you.”
From inside the apartment came Seokjin’s scandalized voice came “Almost? Seriously?”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk growled without turning around.
Seokjin chuckled like this was the best entertainment he had had in months.
Namjoon smiled, relaxed now. “Thanks for clearing that up. Honestly, I’m relieved. I don’t think we would have matched anyway. You’re not really my type.”
“No?” Jeongguk asked, mildly curious.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong…you’re hot,” Namjoon said with a polite shrug. “Tattoos are excellent. Face is… infuriatingly attractive. And—”
“Great body!” Seokjin chimed in from the hallway, sounding way too enthusiastic.
Jeongguk turned looking at the door “I swear to—”
“Just appreciating good genetics,” Seokjin called back.
Namjoon laughed under his breath. “So yeah… maybe in an alternate universe, we could have ruined each other. Respectfully.”
“…Huh,” Jeongguk muttered, still dazed.
Namjoon reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black gift bag. “Here. I didn’t want to show up empty handed. It’s just a small thing.”
Jeongguk blinked as he took it. “Noo...You didn’t have to—”
“No big deal.” Namjoon waved him off. “Anyway…Nice Meeting you..Have a good day.”
He turned to leave, but Jeongguk hesitated. “Wait.”
Namjoon stopped, looking over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
Jeongguk reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card, offering it with a faint grin.
“You should visit this place sometime. Those thighs?” His gaze dipped, unapologetic. “They deserve better treatment. Think preservation. Worship. A tailored routine.”
Namjoon raised a brow as he took the card. “Jeon Jeongguk. Physical trainer?”
“The best in Seoul,” Jeongguk said smoothly, standing a little taller. “And dangerously good at what he does. Professionally, of course.”
From inside, Seokjin’s voice echoed again, loud and unfiltered
“Yeah, yeah. So professional, you wouldn’t know if he is about to stretch your hamstrings or bend you over the nearest wall and rail you.”
Jeongguk exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was calculating how long he could go to prison if he taped Seokjin’s mouth shut.
Namjoon chuckled under his breath. “Noted. Thanks… I think.”
He gave a slight bow, clearly still wondering what the hell this whole interaction was, and walked away down the hall.
Jeongguk let out a long breath as the door clicked shut. When he turned, Seokjin was leaning against the hallway wall, arms folded, lips twitching like he was seconds from losing it.
“You giving him your card like that?” Seokjin grinned. “I seriously thought you were about to throw me aside and ride off into the sunset with Mr. Dimples.”
Jeongguk gawked. “What? That…That was….for our business baby. Strictly professional. He looked like a potential client.”
“Oh?” Seokjin arched his brow. “Potential client with thick thighs?”
Jeongguk crossed the space between them, crowding Seokjin against the wall. His hands landed flat on either side of Seokjin’s head, caging him in. His voice dropped low.
“Yes. Potential client. With very trainable thighs. And very likely… good money.”
Seokjin smirked. “So that’s it? You’re out here flirting for income?”
“Obviously.” Jeongguk leaned in, their noses almost touching. “Since now I have got a very spoiled, high maintenance, beautiful clingy boyfriend who would want attention, food, affection, and probably designer pajamas. Gotta fund that lifestyle somehow.Right?”
“Oh?” Seokjin tilted his head, playful. “You do remember...I am rich, right? Chaebol Rich. CEO. own my own company. I could buy you.”
“Then do it,” Jeongguk whispered, voice dark with amusement. “Spoil me. Buy me matching silk sets and call me baby while I rearrange your insides.”
Seokjin wheezed a laugh, hands gripping Jeongguk’s arms. Their foreheads touched as they laughed together, breath mingling, cheeks flushed.
Then Jeongguk’s tone softened “I’m really gonna have to fight people off forever, aren’t I?”
Seokjin hummed, pretending to think. “Probably. I mean, look at me.” He paused. “But it’ll be good for your muscles, right? You would fight for me… wouldn’t you?”
Jeongguk didn't answer. He leaned in close, mouth ghosting over Seokjin’s lips.
"As long as you want me to... I will."
And then..Instead of kissing him, he pressed a soft kiss to Seokjin’s forehead.
Seokjin smiled at that.
"Then you better keep fighting," he whispered and pulled Jeongguk down into a kiss. Their lips met slow at first, then deeper, Hungrier and Hotter.Jeongguk kissed him like he was claiming every part of him. His hands gripped Seokjin's waist, strong and sure, before lifting him effortlessly.
Seokjin wrapped his arms around Jeongguk's shoulders "You can take me to the bedroom," he murmured against Jeongguk's mouth, "or the couch, or the kitchen... or that fucking walls you can't shut up about.. The house is ours. And I turned off the doorbell. So no one is interrupting us again."
Jeongguk groaned low in his throat, dragging his lips across Seokjin’s jaw and down the line of his throat, kissing him open-mouthed and wet. His tongue slipped over sensitive skin, just enough to make Seokjin shiver.
"Fuck... but I need to call my mom," Seokjin gasped between kisses. "She'll be waiting for....mmmf "
Jeongguk cut him off with a kiss so fierce it stole his breath. His hands were everywhere palming Seokjin’s thighs, gripping his hips, holding him like he was something breakable and burning at once.
"And that," Seokjin moaned, as Jeongguk’s mouth moved to his collarbone, "can definitely wait."
Jeongguk smiled against his skin, hot and smug.
"Good," he murmured, lifting his head just enough to lock eyes with him."You wanted proof right? Let's start with that. I'll give you all the proof you need."
Seokjin smiled into the kiss, nodding only for Jeongguk to pause, pull back, and look at him seriously.
“What?” Seokjin blinked.
“So…” Jeongguk tilted his head, lips twitching. “Am I hired?”
Seokjin raised a brow, then let out a soft laugh.
“Yes,” he said, fingers curling at Jeongguk’s collar. “As mine.”
~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~