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[moodboard by cata]

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Every hour on the hour, confetti fell from the ceiling of MAGENTA, a nightclub along the busiest strip of road in Itaewon, South Korea. Party bells would sound, lights would flash, and an explosion of colors would rain down on the patrons until the floor was a rainbow mosaic by closing time. And the confetti, amongst other cathartic perks, was exactly the reason why Park Jimin was at MAGENTA.

“Now, listen.” Jimin held out both arms, and on either side of him, his two friends bumped into him and stopped. Jung Hoseok, on the left, slung one arm around Jimin’s shoulder with a grin, his blonde hair trapped in his eyelashes. On his right, Kim Taehyung lifted Jimin’s arm and pretended to walk under it, immediately backing up and turning to stare at his best friend expectantly, as if he couldn’t believe they had stopped walking to do something as ridiculous as listening.

“What could we possibly have to hear in a time like this?” Taehyung asked, raising his eyebrows underneath his messy black hair.

“This is my first night out since my shitty break-up,” Jimin said, and Taehyung’s facial expression said that he understood the point in an instant. “My first night as a single man in ten months. So I’m taking full fucking advantage, and I need you both to just cheer me on. I’ve been wound up for weeks, and I’m done with all the crying and feeling like a loser.”

“Exactly. You had your time to cry about it. Now it’s time to forget about that asshole and play the field like a seasoned pro, like single Jimin does so well,” Hoseok said supportively as they stepped further into the club. The floors were silver and reflective, the wall opposite the entrance was vibrantly magenta, the other walls were the palest shade of lavender, and the flashing lights were white and bright. This was the place to be, one of the most popular and inclusive clubs in the greater Seoul area. This was a nightclub where Jimin could be Jimin without fear of retribution, a place where he could let loose and drink his weight in alcohol (which he could hold like a champion) and forget all about the wasted ten months of his life.

“And we’ll make sure that we look gross and in love so that all the hot guys will flock to only you, since you look like a fucking eleven out of ten,” Taehyung promised Jimin, and Jimin rolled his eyes with a smile. He could freely admit, though, that the outfit he had chosen was his “I want you to take me home and fuck me” outfit. He was wearing skin tight black jeans that made his ass look great (he wasn’t ashamed to admit it), paired with a pink sheer short-sleeved button-up shirt where he had neglected the top few buttons. He was wearing his favorite Chanel necklace, which was his most expensive and prized possession, and he had rings on all of his fingers, his blonde hair parted to the side and styled back off his face.

“Aren’t you two always gross and in love?” Jimin asked wearily as they made a beeline for the bar. He had made the grave mistake (a lie—it was the best choice he’d ever made) of introducing extroverted and whimsical Taehyung—his lifelong best friend—to Hoseok, the bright ball of sunshine Jimin had met in his philosophy class two years ago. Despite being a year ahead, Hoseok had clicked with Taehyung instantly despite his Aquarius tendencies (Jimin never wanted to explain Aquarius tendencies to anyone and expected it to just make sense), and Taehyung had flirted to a point of near exhaustion just to get Hoseok into his bed. They had been dating for nearly two years, and sometimes Jimin wondered if he would ever find someone to love him the way that Hoseok loved Taehyung.

He’d had Sungwoon until just recently. Ha Sungwoon, just one year older, and so charming. He and Jimin had shared so many of the same interests, had flirted endlessly with one another for so long, had fucked several times, and had gone on countless cute dates before finally making it official. And Jimin had sworn, sworn , that Sungwoon had the potential to be “the one.” That with just a little time, as they both matured, he and Sungwoon would become a permanent item.

It had taken only five or six months for Jimin to realize that something was wrong. Jimin was studying business and worked as a barista with big dreams, leaving him very little free time. He had given all of his free time to Sungwoon, leaving him exhausted at the end of every night. But then Sungwoon had started acting strangely by month five of the relationship, making excuses, leaving things around his apartment that made no sense, given that he was Jimin’s boyfriend. And two weeks ago, Jimin had finally gotten his lies and his timing right, walking into Sungwoon’s apartment and catching him with another man. Jimin had promptly dumped him, but he hadn’t missed the way Sungwoon had defensively laughed and called Jimin a horrible boyfriend, called him inattentive and selfish, taunted him by saying that he’d been sleeping around for months behind Jimin’s back.

So now, after spending almost two weeks feeling worthless and despondent (and, unfortunately, selfish), Jimin needed to have the best night of his life. He needed to convince himself, more than anyone, that he deserved it.

“I mean, yes, we’re in love, but we can be grosser,” Taehyung replied as they reached the bar.

“Can we not be?” Hoseok asked tiredly, and Taehyung stifled a laugh. Hoseok was not one for intense public displays of affection, and Taehyung loved to milk it. “We’re here to get Jimin laid, not be gross and scar him for life.”

“God, yes. I need to get laid,” Jimin groaned, throwing his entire upper body on the empty bar top as the three girls to his left shot him a collective look of surprise. Jimin blinked with his head sideways, noticing the way one of the three girls was eyeing him, and he added, “I’m gay, look somewhere else.”

The girls immediately scowled and scurried off, and Taehyung snorted with laughter as the bartender came around to open a tab for them while Jimin straightened up. As three university students, they had to keep the cost pretty low, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t drink until the hourly confetti looked like a blur. They took a round of three shockingly strong shots each first before going for a full drink. With a grin, Jimin accepted his drink from Taehyung and held it up, waiting to toast. Taehyung drummed his fingers impatiently against the bar top, bobbing his head along to the music that was playing, and then the bartender slid the other two drinks towards him. Taehyung handed one to Hoseok, and then he lifted his drink and turned towards Jimin.

mood: “break up song” by little mix

“Drink every time a song uses the word ‘love,’” Taehyung suggested, and Jimin snickered.

“We’ll need to call an ambulance to take us out of here,” he replied. “How about we drink every time I think of what an asshole Sungwoon is?”

“So I’ll call the ambulance now,” Hoseok recommended as the song changed over, and they both laughed underneath the ever-changing lights and walked down the three wide stairs into the large floor space where all the dancing was taking place. In every corner of the dance floor were platforms where aerialists and hired dancers were entertaining the crowds, and the deejay was underneath a disco ball and white flashing lights with a few girls up on the platform, laughing and dancing without a care in the world. 

“We’re dancing!” Jimin declared as the beat of the song changed to something that he could feel in his very bones. Taehyung seemed to feel it, too, because he immediately swayed and held his drink up, turning around himself in a circle as Hoseok laughed and grabbed for his boyfriend to dance together. But they were accustomed to Jimin being the third wheel, so Taehyung immediately roped Jimin in so they could all dance without anyone being the outlier.

It was cathartic to Jimin, downing his drink and dancing with his eyes closed as the music permeated his skin and the crowds shuffled around him merrily. For weeks leading up to the break-up, Jimin had been so anxious and stressed by his suspicions that he hadn’t been able to enjoy a single night out, had hardly slept in fear that Sungwoon would catch on and would try to hide it all. But the moment he had had proof that Sungwoon was sleeping with other men, Jimin had let him go in an instant. Now he could release every worry he had been holding in his body and just be free.

“AY-Y-Y-Y-Y!” Taehyung hollered excitedly along to the music, and Jimin laughed, finishing the last of his drink. Hoseok noticed, so he kissed Taehyung on the cheek and disappeared into the crowds to grab another. With Hoseok gone, Taehyung turned and grabbed Jimin around the waist.

“I’M DOING NOTHING BUT DANCING AND DRINKING TONIGHT. THAT’S IT,” Jimin shouted, and Taehyung threw his head back and laughed.

“But are we finding you a hot guy?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, no, no,” Jimin said, shaking his head and patting Taehyung on the chest. “No, we let the hot guys come to me. And if they don’t, fuck them all. I have you and hyung!”

“God, I love single Jimin,” Taehyung said with an elated grin.

“So do I!” Jimin agreed as the song changed again and Hoseok returned. The three of them toasted once again, and the dancing continued. Jimin knew it was damn obvious that Taehyung and Hoseok were the couple of out of the three of them, but he was chugging his drink and he didn’t give a fuck. One guy then approached to dance with him, and Jimin accepted without even analyzing the situation, didn’t even bother to overthink it and instead chose to enjoy the physical contact. He danced for one song, and then he turned and waved goodbye, sucking on the ice from his drink with a grin as he backed away.

“Wait, he was hot!” Taehyung complained, and Hoseok smacked him playfully on the arm. “What? He was! Jimin-ah!”

“I’m worth more than that!” Jimin decided, and Hoseok burst out laughing, but Taehyung raised his eyebrows and pointed. Jimin turned around, and there was yet another cute guy standing by with a smile. So Jimin accepted his free hand and let himself be spun into an intimate hold for another dance. But this guy, albeit cute, was far too handsy. Jimin couldn’t get comfortable, but he gave the guy two dances without bothering to ask for a name. Then he turned and bowed theatrically with a twirl of his wrist, backing away towards his friends again as the guy gave him a weird look and disappeared into the crowds.

“What was wrong with him ?” Hoseok exclaimed, aghast at Jimin’s audacity.

“I’m pretty sure he’d be open to jerking me off on the dance floor,” Jimin said. “God, why aren’t there any guys to flirt with? Good, old-fashioned flirting. The original game. I need to play to my strengths, and none of these morons are strong enough to handle me at my best.”

“The balls on him, I swear to God,” Taehyung said to Hoseok, and Jimin stifled a laugh. 

“I’m kidding. I need another drink, I’ll be back. Maybe I’ll find the love of my life while I weave through the crowd,” Jimin said. “Isn’t that how it happens on television shows? In movies? I want my slow-motion moment with the right song playing.”

“Is he hearing himself talk?” Hoseok asked Taehyung, and Jimin reached forward and smacked them both jokingly, his vision swimming just a little. The three shots before the drinks must have started to take effect, because Jimin was very good at holding his alcohol. But now he was headed towards that floaty headspace where he knew he’d forget a few conversations. Determined, he turned and began his pursuit for the bar, dancing his way through the crowds instead of pushing or shouting. He walked up the three steps and surveyed the bar, trying to figure out the best place to sneak in. He found his opening when two girls walked off with their drinks, and he took it.

“Four tequila shots!” the bartender called out cheerfully in passing, setting down four shot glasses and pouring the top-shelf tequila, setting a tiny wedge of lime on the edge of each glass. Jimin eyed them with raised eyebrows, knowing that they weren’t for him, but then he looked up to see who had ordered shots with tequila from the top shelf.

“Big spender,” Jimin commented, leaning one elbow on the bar and waiting. Then the man who was standing beside him turned, and victory bells began to ring in Jimin’s head instantly before the game had even begun. The man was wearing black jeans that looked painted onto his legs, and his black and white tiger print button-up was halfway unbuttoned, sleeves unbuttoned as well to show off a few tattoos on his arms that Jimin couldn’t quite make out. His black hair was longer and parted to the side and off his forehead, a few strands hanging in his left eye. With his sparkling eyes and pink lips and jawline that could cut glass, he was the closest thing to sex on legs Jimin had ever seen.

Target acquired.

“For the birthday girl,” the man replied with vagueness.

“Girlfriend?” Jimin asked conversationally.

“Not interested,” the man replied right away, and Jimin checked another box on his mental list.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, and the man visibly laughed, even though Jimin couldn’t hear it over the music.

“Smooth,” he said. “No. Is there something you want?”

Jimin said nothing, instead just glancing down at the tequila shots and then back up to the gorgeous man whose attention he had. Now he could flirt properly; very few men had ever been able to resist Jimin when he was on top of his game, and this man… this was a man Jimin was willing to go the extra mile for, the extra mile being down the road to his apartment.

“Is it your birthday, too?” the man asked, raising one eyebrow. He had a mesmerizingly calm aura to him that Jimin could not possibly match, almost like he wasn’t at MAGENTA with the intention of drinking his feelings away.

“Not at all, but I just dumped my ex-boyfriend. He was cheating on me for, like, six months. That deserves a tequila shot,’” Jimin reasoned, cocking his head to the side slightly in hope. The man rubbed his lips together and glanced over his shoulder, possibly at the aforementioned birthday girl or whoever was in his party. Then he turned back to Jimin.

“You’re right. It does,” he agreed. Immediately, Jimin reached forward, grabbed one shot, plucked the lime off, and tossed back the tequila. He stuck the lime between his teeth instantly and sucked, and then he dropped it into the empty shot glass. Before the man could say a single word, Jimin grabbed a second shot and drank it quickly, sticking the lime between his teeth again and grinning.

mood: “confetti” by little mix

“...Okay. That’s how it is. Got it,” the man said, and Jimin stifled a laugh. “A man who can hold his alcohol.”

“You have no idea,” Jimin teased, spinning and leaning both elbows on the bar behind him and turning his head to the left to look at the man, blinking a few times to steady his vision. “I’m Jimin, by the way.”

“Jeongguk,” the man replied, and Jimin almost sighed like a lovesick puppy. The name fit the man. And maybe his dick would fit inside Jimin. Focus, Jimin, focus.

“Will you come dance with me, Jeongguk?” he asked sweetly. Jeongguk chewed his bottom lip for a moment, eyes slightly narrowed as Jimin gave him puppy dog eyes, working his magic. Once the cute act worked, then he could really turn up the heat. All Jeongguk needed to do was cave. And Jimin couldn’t hear it, but he saw Jeongguk click his tongue and look over his shoulder again, this time for a few seconds longer, like he was weighing his options. When he turned back to Jimin, his bottom lip was between his teeth, a telltale sign that he was contemplating a dance.

“How old are you?” he asked bluntly.

“Twenty-two,” Jimin replied, taken aback. “Is that relevant to you coming to dance with me?”

“I’m celebrating a co-worker’s thirtieth birthday,” Jeongguk said, and Jimin raised his eyebrows. Thirtieth? Maybe he was tipsy, but surely that meant Jeongguk was older, maybe somewhere around thirty. And Jimin wanted to be like everyone else and actively care, but he almost laughed out loud when he realized that he didn’t give a fuck. Jeongguk was goddamn gorgeous and he was playing Jimin’s game. Age be damned. It was nothing but a number to Jimin.

“That sounds fun, and also highly irrelevant to what I’m asking. Are you saying you don’t want to dance with me?” Jimin asked airily.

“I should probably be with her to celebrate,” Jeongguk evenly replied like he was testing Jimin. Jimin chuckled, trying to mask his disappointment as the bartender came back over and slid a drink towards Jimin, having prepared it just upon seeing Jimin waiting.

“I’m almost positive you could tell her that you want to dance with the cute guy you just met over at the bar who’s very interested in you, but we’ll do things your way,” he replied as he pulled the drink towards him. “I’ll be on the dance floor if you change your mind. I’m counting on it, actually. Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Check out the mouth on this one,” Jeongguk joked with a one-dimpled grin, and Jimin almost fell to his knees to beg, but he restrained himself.

“My mouth could be on you instead, but have fun celebrating,” he fired back without missing a beat. “You know where to find me. It was nice to meet you, Jeongguk-ssi. Thanks for the tequila shots.”

Jimin slowly bit the tiny straw in his drink with a flirtatious grin, and then he turned and walked away, knowing damn well that Jeongguk was watching him, and it made him feel momentarily immortal. He wove through the crowds again until he found Hoseok and Taehyung in each other’s arms, laughing and exchanging kisses like they weren’t surrounded by dozens of other patrons.

“Hey!” Taehyung exclaimed the moment he spotted Jimin. “You were gone forever!”

“Sorry. I met someone at the bar,” Jimin replied, sipping his drink through the straw absentmindedly as he scanned the club. It took a moment, but his eyes finally fell on one of the booths in the left hand corner, where there was indeed a woman in a black dress laughing with a few other friends, and moments later, Jeongguk slid into the booth with his own drink, brow slightly furrowed.

“Oh?” Taehyung linked elbows with Jimin as Jimin turned away from where Jeongguk was seated. “Was he hot? Did you ask him to dance?”

“I asked him to dance with me and then take me home with him, but he was a little hesitant,” Jimin sighed, and Hoseok choked on a laugh as Taehyung grinned. “I think he’s older than I am, but whatever. He was hot as fuck. He’s in that booth, look. The guy on the end in the black and white shirt.”

“Where…? Oh. Holy shit, that guy? Hyung, are you seeing him?” Taehyung asked, whacking Hoseok’s arm.

“I see him,” Hoseok said. “I definitely see him. He didn’t want to dance?”

“I think he did, but that girl at the table has a birthday, so he felt obligated , I think,” Jimin said dramatically. “Doesn’t matter. I told him to come find me when he wanted to dance. Fuck it. His loss.”

“HIS LOSS!” Taehyung exclaimed, and right on cue, the next song began. Jimin decisively turned and put himself right into Taehyung’s arms, very comfortable with dancing down and dirty with his best friend from the countless times they had done it before. When he opened his eyes, the lights blurred and he saw double for just a moment, but then he steadied himself and grinned, still dancing perfectly to the beat of the music, feeling untouchable. He was right on the edge, right in that sweet spot between properly tipsy and flat-out drunk. After the first song, Jimin purposely glanced over to the booth, and right on cue, Jeongguk looked to the dance floor and caught Jimin’s eye. Jimin just winked and grinned, closing his eyes again and dancing closer to Taehyung.

His loss.

Not that Jimin wasn’t ready to crawl over to Jeongguk and beg for something, anything. Because he was. It had been a solid month since he’d gotten laid, and he’d only slept with one man since he’d broken up with Sungwoon—the very night he’d dumped Sungwoon, actually. And the sex had been subpar. So if Jeongguk, a virtual stranger, wasn’t the first one to properly rail Jimin into next week post-break-up, then Jimin wasn’t sure he wanted to try again so soon.

“Oh, shit, is that him?” Taehyung suddenly said in Jimin’s ear. “Is that the hot guy? Is he—is he coming over here? Jimin-ah, he’s coming over here.”

Jimin hummed in a questioning tone and opened his eyes, and then his heart swooped into his stomach excitedly, the alcohol coursing through his veins, his skin buzzing already at the very thought of being close to Jeongguk. Jeongguk was parting the crowds easily as he walked towards Jimin, and Jimin felt Taehyung and Hoseok move away from him immediately to give him space to shoot his shot.

“Hello. Are you here to dance with me?” Jimin asked, cocking his head to the side and eyeing Jeongguk head to toe shamelessly as Jeongguk stopped in front of him.

“Yeah. I am. But I need you to consent to this,” he said, and Jimin let out a bark of laughter.

“Wait, what?” he said, amused. “Are you serious?”

“I’m dead serious,” Jeongguk said with a straight face. “I’m not about to dance with you if you’re too drunk to consent to anything. The other assholes in this club might just go for it, but humor me. Maybe I’m old-fashioned.”

“Any particular reason for your concern in the middle of a nightclub?” Jimin wondered.

“I’m older than you,” Jeongguk stated simply. “A lot older.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.”

“Well, I don’t,” Jimin replied breezily.

“I’ve got over a decade on you,” Jeongguk said, and Jimin blinked a few times, trying to do the basic math in his head like an inebriated idiot. “And you’ve been drinking and are currently dealing with a recent break-up. That’s a bad combination.”

“And?” Jimin challenged, resting one hand on his hip with his drink in the other hand as he raised his eyebrows. “Are you comparing me to every other emotionally unstable man you’ve met in your life?”

“Potentially,” Jeongguk replied, his lips twitching in a hint of a smile. “There’s a precedence.”

“Then let me be the exception,” Jimin said firmly.

“When you sober up, you’re going to care a lot more than you do now about this,” Jeongguk warned, and Jimin snorted with laughter.

“Please. You’re sexy as fuck and I want to dance with you. It’s as simple as that. Don’t complicate things,” he said, and Jeongguk raised one perfect eyebrow at him.

“That’s it? You just want to dance?” he asked, sipping his drink. Jimin almost laughed in glee. Jeongguk sounded almost… disappointed.

“No. I definitely want you to fuck me, but we’ll get to that later,” Jimin said, waving his drink to dismiss the petty concern as Jeongguk choked on his gin and tonic (had to be) and coughed a little, turning away as Jimin grinned victoriously.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little straightforward?” Jeongguk asked in a teasing tone, and Jimin shrugged, still grinning. “Look at me and tell me you’re consenting to this. I’m not coming near you if you don’t.”

“Do I need to sign a prepared document, Your Honor?” Jimin teased back in a singsong voice while widening his eyes on purpose to stare at Jeongguk, and Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “I fully consent to this. I wouldn’t be here asking you to take me home and fuck me in the middle of a club if I didn’t.”

“Yeah? That’s really where this is headed?” Jeongguk asked, taking one step closer to close the distance between them. Jimin was in the state of mind where he knew that the alcohol was mildly influencing his decisions, and he was acutely aware of it, but he wasn’t willing to censor himself. He wanted this. Fuck, he really wanted this. Jeongguk was the winner. Jimin had a gut feeling about it. The confetti was about to fall in celebration, anyways.

“If this night doesn’t end with you taking me home, I’ll be very disappointed,” Jimin said, and he didn’t miss the spark that ignited in Jeongguk’s eyes. He nodded, and that was all Jimin needed for permission. He reached for Jeongguk’s hand, used it as an anchor point as he spun himself around, and then he pressed his back to Jeongguk’s chest, getting as close as possible and wrapping Jeongguk’s right arm around his waist, drink and all. To Jimin’s surprise, Jeongguk wasn’t shy about it. He pulled Jimin closer and grabbed Jimin’s left hand with his own left hand, lacing their fingers together. Jimin held his drink in his right hand and melted back into Jeongguk, and then he began to move to the music.

It started off innocently, Jimin sipping his drink until it rapidly disappeared, his mind trying to grapple with the oddly formal way Jeongguk had approached him. But then he let the alcohol do its job, and he stopped overthinking. Instead, he pushed his hips back against Jeongguk’s and let his head fall back in a state of drunken bliss.

“Tell me something, though,” Jeongguk said in Jimin’s right ear, and Jimin shivered with a small smile. “Why was your ex cheating on you? Because usually, there’s a very specific reason.”

“A very specific reason being that I’m absolutely crazy,” Jimin supplied, grinning. “That’s the kind of scorned man you usually meet, isn’t it?”

“Typically,” Jeongguk agreed, guiding their intertwined left hands until Jimin’s arm was wrapped around his own waist in a makeshift hug, which only drew him closer to Jeongguk. This was absolute paradise. Jimin had to be in heaven. “And that’s the kind of man I actively try to avoid.”

“The kind of man who’s too hung up on his ex but likes to go out to try to pretend that he’s over it. The kind of man who makes your life a mess,” Jimin added, and Jeongguk snickered.

“You seem to know the type.”

“I do. Because I’m not that type,” Jimin replied, fearing he was slurring his words together and hoping desperately that he was coherent. “My ex was too needy and couldn’t stand that I was busy with university and my part-time job to spend every waking moment with him. That’s why he cheated on me.”

“University, huh?” Jeongguk’s lips brushed Jimin’s ear, and Jimin thanked the universe that the music was loud enough to mask his desperate little whimper. “What year?”

“About to start my final semester,” Jimin replied. “Thank fuck. Now shut up and dance.”

He heard Jeongguk laugh, but there were no more questions. Jimin purposely leaned his head back and exposed his neck, and Jeongguk responded accordingly. He bent and pressed his lips to Jimin’s neck, dragging them as Jimin’s hips stuttered slightly, losing the beat of the music for a moment when he felt a spark of arousal ignite in the pit of his stomach. He reached up and snaked a hand behind Jeongguk’s neck, and Jeongguk’s free hand moved until it was splayed across Jimin’s abdomen. Jimin sighed happily and immediately downed the rest of his drink like it was water. Then the bells sounded, and a cheer rang out over the music.

“Holy shit,” Jimin laughed in sheer delight as rainbow confetti fell from the ceiling like snow. As it rained down, he abruptly turned and faced Jeongguk, straddling one of his thighs with ease, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s waist.

“You dance with every guy like this?” Jeongguk asked, draping one arm around Jimin’s shoulders, drink dangling in the other hand as confetti landed in his hair and fluttered down his face. Jesus, he’s so fucking pretty, Jimin drunkenly thought, staring right at Jeongguk’s lips.

“No. Just you.” Jimin said as Jeongguk cupped one hand behind his neck. “Kiss me.”

Jeongguk drew Jimin in instantly, kissing him as the last of the confetti fell. There was nothing polite or sweet about it. It was downright filthy, and Jimin moaned right into Jeongguk’s mouth as Jeongguk took Jimin’s bottom lip between his teeth momentarily. Jimin’s chest was pressed to Jeongguk’s as they kissed, Jeongguk’s hand was tangled in Jimin’s blonde hair, and Jimin had both hands underneath Jeongguk’s shirt, fingernails digging into the skin of his lower back. They kissed until Jimin was gasping for air, but still, he wanted to use his last breath to ask for another kiss. It was so fucking hot, the way Jeongguk was taking control but letting Jimin have whatever he wanted, the way he was tugging on Jimin’s hair as they made out on the dance floor like no one else existed.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jimin whined the moment Jeongguk moved to leave rough kisses down his neck. “Bet you’d fuck me so well. Is that true? Would you?”

“You wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning,” Jeongguk said, and Jimin let out a little gasp when Jeongguk bit at his bottom lip again and tugged. He was drunk off both pleasure and alcohol, a dangerous combination given how badly he wanted to see Jeongguk naked.

“Gonna—” Jimin whimpered when Jeongguk kissed him again, so deeply and intentionally that Jimin was nearly knocked off his feet. “Gonna fuck me into the mattress until I’m begging? Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me.”

“It would be much easier to show you,” Jeongguk said, his lips still against Jimin’s. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Mm,” Jimin hummed, eyes closed as he kissed Jeongguk again, his own lips swollen already, his shirt a bit askew, but who the fuck cared? He was this close to getting laid. He needed this. He needed Jeongguk, wanted Jeongguk. “Want to see you naked. Want to see your face when you come. God, I just want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Take me home. Please take me home.”

“Yeah? Don’t feel like staying and dancing for a little longer?” Jeongguk asked in a low voice, sending a shiver down Jimin’s spine. His hands trailed down Jimin’s back, his drink suddenly gone, and then he gripped Jimin’s ass purposefully once before moving his hands to Jimin’s waist. But it was enough. Jimin had had enough.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he gasped. “Take me home with you.”

“Give me your phone first,” Jeongguk declared. Jimin didn’t even give a fuck why. He just fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his iPhone, smacking it into Jeongguk’s palm. Jeongguk turned it and held it up to Jimin’s face to unlock it, and then he went right to Jimin’s messages. “Who needs to know where you’ll be?”

“Oh, aren’t you responsible,” Jimin teased, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and trailing kisses down his perfect jawline. Jeongguk turned his head into it willingly, still navigating Jimin’s phone. “I like you already. Doesn’t matter. Kim Taehyung. He’s here somewhere.”

“Got it,” Jeongguk murmured, turning his head and kissing Jimin multiple times, his eyes still trained on Jimin’s phone as Jimin nipped at his bottom lip playfully.

“I could’ve done that, you know,” he whispered, and Jeongguk snickered and held up Jimin’s phone. Jimin could see a text message, could see Taehyung’s name on the screen, but he didn’t care to read the message.

“I know you could have. But I texted Kim Taehyung with my name and my address and my phone number, so he can come track you down if need be,” Jeongguk replied. “Sure you don’t want to think this over?”

“I want you over me. Or me under you. Or both,” Jimin replied. “I’ve thought it over plenty.”

Jeongguk slipped one hand up to Jimin’s cheek, the other arm around his waist, and kissed him firmly, so perfectly that Jimin sighed and nearly melted, body feeling limp as he let himself be swept up in the feeling of finally being kissed the right way. He was kissing someone who knew what the fuck he was doing and seemed to appreciate Jimin, and that was all that mattered. Jeongguk took Jimin’s hand, and Jimin gripped his arm and followed him off the dance floor, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Surely it was Taehyung cheering him on.

“My apartment’s only ten minutes from here,” Jeongguk said, keeping Jimin close as they wove through the crowds towards the exit. “You okay with a taxi?”

“More than okay,” Jimin said, practically buzzing with excitement as they finally exited the club and stepped onto the street, Jeongguk with his phone in one hand as he ordered a taxi. Once he did, he wrapped Jimin up again and kissed him fiercely, and Jimin whined in a shamelessly needy display.

“You talked a big game in there,” Jeongguk whispered against Jimin’s lips. “Are you gonna follow through?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jimin replied, feeling his phone vibrate again as a reminder. He held up one finger to Jeongguk and reached for his phone to see the text message:

TAETAE [11:56:43PM]

GET THAT DICK, PARK JIMIN, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, HONEY!!!

Jimin snickered and shoved his phone back into his pocket where it belonged, and a taxi pulled up to the curb. Jeongguk held open the backdoor, and Jimin slid in first, Jeongguk following. The driver said absolutely nothing as he pulled away from the curb, and Jimin buckled in, choosing the middle seat, to Jeongguk’s amusement.

“It’s only ten minutes,” Jeongguk said, but then he turned his head and kissed Jimin again without protest. Jimin reached his hand over, tugged at Jeongguk’s shirt, and untucked it from his pants. He slipped his hand under as Jeongguk inhaled sharply into the next kiss, and then Jimin gripped intently at Jeongguk’s belt, tugging as they kissed.

“Want you so fucking badly,” he whispered. “Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone this much.”

“That’s the alcohol talking,” Jeongguk joked, but Jimin shook his head and slid his hand down, pressing his entire palm onto the outline of Jeongguk’s half hard cock beneath his pants as Jeongguk choked on his next breath. Jimin gripped Jeongguk through his pants, whimpering when he realized that even halfway aroused, Jeongguk was big. He was going to follow through on his promise to make sure Jimin couldn’t walk properly in the morning.

“No, it’s not,” Jimin whispered.

“Fuck, he needs to drive faster,” Jeongguk breathed, and they both laughed as they exchanged quiet but biting little kisses, Jimin never removing his hand. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the taxi pulled up to the curb of an apartment building. Jimin and Jeongguk both tumbled out, and Jeongguk took Jimin’s hand and tugged him towards the lobby as Jimin followed obediently.

“Oh, shit, this is nice,” Jimin noticed, hearing his words running together as he spoke. They walked into the lobby, Jeongguk turning to walk backwards while drawing Jimin into his arms. Together, they approached the elevator while kissing like they had just discovered each other’s lips.

“In,” Jeongguk said, and he kept a firm grip around Jimin’s waist and backed him into the elevator carefully, never taking his lips off Jimin’s neck as he reached and pressed the button for the top floor.

Jimin faintly remembered all the one-night stands he’d had in the past, how he had stumbled and staggered into the strange man’s apartment while giggling like a teenager. This time, however, Jeongguk had him up against the mirrored elevator wall, and it felt entirely different. This wasn’t a hasty one-off fuck where Jimin would forget the guy’s name the next morning. Maybe Jimin wouldn’t remember the details thanks to the alcohol, but he was bound to remember the pleasure that Jeonguk was about to give him. He could feel it in his bones.

Or his dick.

“God, can’t this go any faster?” Jimin complained as the elevator continued to rise, and Jeongguk laughed, still leaving biting kisses down Jimin’s jaw that had him shivering. “I like marks and bruises, by the way. Don’t be shy.”

“Mm,” Jeongguk hummed, and then he brought his lips back to Jimin’s as Jimin hungrily reciprocated. He licked into Jeongguk’s mouth eagerly, bucking his hips against Jeongguk’s thigh in search of friction. Jeongguk immediately grabbed Jimin’s right thigh and hoisted it up by his waist, and then his lips latched into Jimin’s neck as Jimin moaned, fingernails dragging down Jeongguk’s back through the thin shirt. The elevator came to a stop and opened, and Jimin didn’t even have to open his eyes. He gripped Jeongguk’s hair as Jeongguk backed out of the elevator to the one locked door, and he kept his lips on Jimin’s as he pressed in the code.

“Follow me,” Jeongguk whispered, because his apartment was dark, but Jimin trusted him fully. He stumbled over Jeongguk’s feet with a small laugh, never losing his lips for more than a moment, until they were in a bedroom, and Jeongguk flicked on a dim lamp for some semblance of lighting.

“Undress me,” Jimin demanded breathlessly, and Jeongguk wasted no time. He pulled Jimin’s shirt off overhead without bothering to unbutton it, and then his large hands wrapped around Jimin’s bare waist as he laid Jimin back on the massive bed. Jimin lifted his legs and wrapped them around Jeongguk’s waist to pull him down, and Jeongguk fell forward, bracing himself on the bed with both palms, caging Jimin in.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jeongguk breathed, and then he gripped Jimin’s hips and began to kiss down his body. Jimin had no idea where to put his hands, but his entire body bowed, back arching off the bed as Jeongguk’s lips trailed fire down the center of his chest. He then took one of Jimin’s nipples into his mouth, rolling the bud around his tongue as Jimin writhed, one hand grabbing Jeongguk’s hair roughly as he gasped. Jeongguk, encouraged by Jimin’s response, moved to the other nipple, and Jimin whimpered.

“I said undress me,” he breathlessly said. “Undress me and fuck me. W-Want you to—ah—want you to fuck me so well that I can’t walk in the morning. Want to fucking feel you inside me for days after this.”

“Fuck, I will,” Jeongguk said, removing Jimin’s belt and working on his pants immediately. Jimin lifted his hips to help, and suddenly, he was in just his boxer briefs, and it was glaringly obvious how hard he was. He propped up on his elbows and cocked his head to the side, watching the way that Jeongguk just stood at the foot of the bed and stared, eyeing Jimin from head to toe.

“Now, see, this would be a great time for me to use the ‘do you like what you see?’ line on you,” Jimin said, snapping Jeongguk out of his daze. Jeongguk snickered and crawled onto the bed, and then he reached into the drawer of his bedside table, fumbled around for a moment, and emerged with a condom and lube. He dropped the condom to the side and used a thumb to pop the cap of the lube.

“Worst line ever,” Jeongguk said, scooting closer to Jimin.

“Am I allowed to call you ‘hyung,’ or is that a no?” Jimin wondered, arching one eyebrow. The corners of Jeongguk’s mouth turned up in a smile.

“Fine with me,” he agreed, tilting the lube towards his fingers.

“I can do it myself,” Jimin offered, even though he knew he was too drunk to prep himself properly. Luckily, Jeongguk shook his head.

“Absolutely not. I want this,” Jeongguk declared. “Off.”

Jimin immediately lifted his hips and pulled his boxer briefs off, tossing them to the floor carelessly. He then bent his knees just a little, legs falling open as Jeongguk blew out a breath.

“I’m going to lose my goddamn mind with you,” he muttered, but Jimin heard it and swelled with pride. “Stay on your back. Legs open. Take the pillow.”

Jimin’s heart was pounding so hard that he feared his ribcage would break. It had been a long time (maybe never) since a man had given him orders in bed, and it was such a turn-on that Jimin was willing to do just about anything. He slipped the pillow underneath his hips and opened his legs again, and Jeongguk moved in, still fully dressed. That was the hottest part of it all—Jimin was completely naked, and Jeongguk hadn’t removed a single stitch of clothing.

“Don’t be gentle,” Jimin said as Jeongguk lubed up his fingers and rubbed them together. “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break. I like it rough, so don’t be shy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jeongguk said, and then, while still rubbing his fingers, he bent and started to kiss the inside of Jimin’s left thigh. Jimin’s cock twitched against his stomach as he closed his eyes and squirmed a little when Jeongguk started to suck on the skin to leave marks, traveling higher and higher. He then moved over to the other thigh and did the same, kissing and sucking at the skin to leave bruises in his wake as Jimin sighed in pleasure.

“God, you’re amazing,” he complimented.

“Haven’t even done anything yet,” Jeongguk replied.

“Christ, it doesn’t even matter,” Jimin said with a laugh, hips lifting slightly when Jeongguk left another biting kiss.

“Stay still,” he murmured, and then Jimin felt Jeongguk’s slick fingers circling his rim. He drew in a sharp breath, and then he exhaled, forcing himself to relax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jimin gasped the moment Jeongguk slipped one finger in. The effect was instantaneous. “Fuck, y-your fingers are so long, oh my God.”

“Feel good?” Jeongguk asked, trailing kisses down Jimin’s chest, his free hand pressed into Jimin’s hip to hold him down as he pumped his finger steadily. Jimin writhed against the mattress regardless, lifting his hips and exhaling as his head fell back again.

“Feels fucking incredible, just—fuck, add another. Don’t care if it hurts,” Jimin pleaded. Jeongguk removed his middle finger, and when he pushed back into Jimin’s hole, it was with two fingers, and the moan Jimin let out was absolutely obscene.

“Jesus, you sound so hot,” Jeongguk said, fucking Jimin intently with his fingers, reaching far deeper than Jimin’s own fingers ever had. “Hips up, baby, let me just…”

Jimin choked on his next breath at being called “baby,” and he obediently lifted his hips a little. Jeongguk angled his fingers, and the moment he did, Jimin let out a loud cry, his entire body trembling. Jeongguk refused to relent, stroking the same sweet spot with his fingertips, pressing into it and watching Jimin’s every reaction.

“Oh my God,” Jimin choked out, fisting the sheets. He hadn’t even bothered to touch himself, because the way Jeongguk was working his fingers was like magic. His cock was leaking mercilessly onto his stomach, twitching with every stroke of Jeongguk’s long fingers.

“Gonna make you come like this,” Jeongguk said, and Jimin gasped, nodding frantically. “God, look at you. So fucking gorgeous. Tell me where, Jimin-ah.”

“Right… ah, just a little bit— fuck, right there, right there, oh my God, ah, fuck,” Jimin babbled as Jeongguk’s fingers searched him, scissoring and stretching to open him up. He found just the right spot again, and when he did, he took it and ran with it.

“Louder, baby, go ahead,” Jeongguk encouraged as Jimin panted, legs shaking and wide open, hips lifted as the best kind of tears burned his eyes. He was gasping for breath, had never felt so aroused and so out of control in his entire life. He’d been prepped like this by so many different men, but it had always felt so clinical. Yet here was Jeongguk, determined to make Jimin come from his fingers alone, and surely it was going to happen. Jimin had never come just from being fingered before, so this was going to be a first.

“Hyung, please,” Jimin whined in a high-pitched tone, breathless. “Make me come, make me come, I need to come.”

“Whatever you want,” Jeongguk whispered, and then he leaned in and pushed his fingers just a little further, fucking them into Jimin with deep, smooth, hard strokes. Jimin’s entire body nearly lifted off the bed as he fought it but chased it simultaneously, panting still, feeling the orgasm in the pit of his stomach ready to rip through him.

“G-Gonna come, don’t touch me, I’m—I’m gonna come, gonna come,” Jimin warned, his legs shaking again. “Gonna—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m—” He choked on the last word, and then his body tensed as he came all over himself with absolutely no control. It shot up his stomach and chest, and Jeongguk only relented when Jimin let out a cry of overstimulation and tried to instinctively shove Jeongguk away. Then he gently removed his fingers.

“I think you’re ready,” he whispered in Jimin’s ear. Then he bent down and started to leave open-mouthed kisses along Jimin’s stomach and chest, lapping up the mess Jimin had made along the way as Jimin shivered, his cock still painfully hard.

“W-Wait,” Jimin insisted, scrambling to prop up on his elbows. “Wait, you need to undress. Come on. Wanna suck you off. Take your pants off.”

“Shit, okay,” Jeongguk instantly agreed. He rolled off the bed and removed most of his clothing as Jimin hungrily watched, licking his lips and catching his breath. He wrapped one hand around his own cock as he watched Jeongguk strip down to just his black boxer briefs, and then he sighed. Jeongguk was a walking wet dream. He had broad shoulders and a defined chest with a small waist and muscular thighs. There were tattoos all up his right arm and one on his chest, but Jimin didn’t have the coherency to make them out. He was just naked on the bed, visually drinking in the most gorgeous man he’d ever (almost) fucked.

“Come here,” Jimin said again, and then he rolled Jeongguk onto the bed and knelt between his legs. In one fluid motion, he pulled down Jeongguk’s briefs, and then he actually laughed in disbelief, not sure if the alcohol was making him see things or if Jeongguk was real. “Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding. Is there anything you aren’t?”

“Bored. I’m not bored,” Jeongguk replied, sounding rather smug that Jimin’s eyes were wide at the sight of his cock fully hard against his stomach. 

“Well, let me entertain you regardless,” Jimin decided, and then he bent and took Jeongguk’s entire cock into his mouth and down his throat, relaxing every muscle and breathing through his nose.

“Jesus fuck, oh my God,” Jeongguk cursed, almost flailing in surprise. “Holy shit.”

Jimin hummed proudly and tightened his lips around Jeongguk’s cock, using his tongue as best as he could and bobbing his head rhythmically. Moments later, Jeongguk’s hands found Jimin’s hair, and Jimin moaned.

“Feels so fucking good, Jimin-ah,” Jeongguk choked out. “God, keep going. Keep going, feels amazing. You’re amazing, keep— ah—keep going.”

Spurred on by Jeongguk’s raspy voice giving approval, Jimin continued, enjoying the way Jeongguk’s grip tightened on his hair, the way Jeongguk would lift his hips to fuck into Jimin’s mouth and then apologize but do it again, the way he gasped so prettily.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jeongguk finally said. “Fuck, I don’t want to come yet. Want to be inside you. Hold on.”

Jimin used one thumb to wipe the spit and pre-come from his bottom lip as Jeongguk grabbed the lube and a condom, and he rolled the condom on and drizzled more lube onto himself. He wiped his hand messily on the towel that seemed to have magically appeared, and then he pulled Jimin over and hitched one of his legs up towards his shoulder. Jimin scooted closer and moved his leg, and Jeongguk took the hint. He pressed Jimin’s leg closer to Jimin’s chest, kneeling on the bed.

“You’re an absolute fucking dream,” he said, and then he pushed the tip of his cock against Jimin’s slicked hole. Jimin let out a little breath and wiggled his hips, and Jeongguk gripped Jimin’s leg and pushed his cock slowly all the way into Jimin, bottoming out with his hips to Jimin’s ass.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he gasped, thrusting shallowly as Jimin adjusted.

“You love it,” Jimin breathed, and then he moaned again as Jeongguk pulled nearly all the way out and thrusted back in smoothly. “Fuck, hyung, just like that. Fuck me like that, come on. Just like you promised.”

Jeongguk took his instructions very seriously. He fucked into Jimin roughly, fingers digging into Jimin’s skin, and Jimin gripped the sheets, back arching, a trickle of sweat dripping down his neck, vision swimming still from the alcohol in the best way.

“Shit, the way I can just pick you up,” Jeongguk said in awe, grabbing Jimin’s other leg to throw over his shoulder, Jimin’s hips now off the bed. The new angle was absolutely fucking incredible, given the way Jimin cried out and let out a stream of curse words.

“Just fucking do it,” he gasped out. “I don’t care what you do, just fucking ruin me, fuck, feels s-so good, I’m—ah, r-right there, right there.”

“Look so beautiful,” Jeongguk said, breathless. “You can touch yourself, baby, go ahead.”

“Want you to touch me,” Jimin panted. “Wanna ride you, flip me over. Flip me over, hyung, hurry up.”

Jeongguk scooped Jimin upright into his arms and lowered Jimin further onto his cock, and Jimin moaned and grabbed Jeongguk’s shoulders, head dropping forward.

“God, I’m so full,” he whined in sheer pleasure, fingernails leaving crescent marks on Jeongguk’s skin. “You’re so fucking big, I can’t stand it, fuck, just—”

Jeongguk held tightly and rolled, settling onto the pillows on his back with Jimin straddling him still. This angle sent Jeongguk’s cock even deeper, and Jimin took a deep breath.

“Okay. You just sit back and relax,” he said, and he heard Jeongguk’s musical laugh in the dimly lit room. Jimin reached behind and pressed his palms into Jeongguk’s knees, and then he eagerly began to fuck himself on Jeongguk’s cock, rolling his hips slowly and rhythmically.

“God, look at you,” Jeongguk moaned, fingers digging into the meat of Jimin’s thighs. “You’re a fucking vision. Keep going, feels so fucking good.”

He then lifted one hand and wrapped it around Jimin’s cock, squeezing slightly and stroking him with a deft hand, and Jimin damn near lost it. He felt frantic, chasing a second orgasm that he could feel burning in the pit of his stomach, desperate to see Jeongguk come. Every so often, Jeongguk would lift his hips and trigger a sharp cry from Jimin, but it only encouraged him to go faster until he had Jeongguk moaning and cursing breathily.

“That’s it, doll, keep going,” Jeongguk said, and Jimin inhaled shakily and pitched forward, hands smacking Jeongguk’s chest, breathing heavily.

“I like that,” he whispered, Jeongguk’s face swimming into view. “Fuck, call me that again.”

“Yeah? It suits you. You look like a doll,” Jeongguk said in a low voice full of lust and affection simultaneously, gripping Jimin’s hips. “So pretty, so perfect. Come here.”

Jimin barely had to move. Jeongguk wrapped his arms around Jimin’s slim waist and sat up halfway, pressing repetitive kisses to Jimin’s chest as Jimin’s eyes rolled back and closed, cock still hard between the two of them as Jeongguk’s free hand found it. They stayed close together for just a moment, Jeongguk stroking Jimin gently, Jimin rocking his hips with little whimpers, Jeongguk’s lips all over Jimin’s hot skin.

“Wanna come,” Jimin said, and Jeongguk laughed.

“Yeah? Again?”

“Keep touching me and I will,” Jimin said, and Jeongguk seemed to take that as a challenge. He laid back again and started to jerk Jimin off like he had already memorized Jimin’s entire body. Jimin hated that Jeongguk was better than his own hand, but at the same time, it drove him wild.

“Move your hips just a little,” Jeongguk said. “Back a little, just—right there,” he said as Jimin gasped, head falling back. “Right there, baby, go ahead. I’ve got you.”

Jimin found a messy but steady rhythm, his entire body on fire, every little breath of pleasure from Jeongguk’s mouth like fuel for him. It didn’t take long at that point. Jeongguk continued to jerk him off, speeding up when he heard Jimin choking on incoherent words.

“I’m—I’m g-gonna—I’m gonna—hyung, I-I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” he damn near sobbed, feeling the earth-shattering second orgasm building.

“Yes you can,” Jeongguk said over Jimin’s heavy breathing. “Come on, Jimin-ah. Come all over yourself again. Show me how good you feel. Come on, gorgeous. C’mon.”

“I’m…” Jimin trailed off, and then he completely froze, gripping Jeongguk’s thighs, eyes closed, head falling back as the orgasm slammed into him. If the first orgasm was great, the second was other-worldly. It consumed Jimin’s entire body like a wildfire, burning hot as his legs shook helplessly and his arms nearly gave out on him. Never in his short life had he experienced such unadulterated pleasure before, pleasure that lingered and refused to leave his system.

“...Jimin.”

“Shit,” Jimin gasped, opening his eyes when Jeongguk slowly dropped his hand. He drew in a breath, and then he leaned in just a little. “Your turn.”

“Can I…?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want,” Jimin said, and before he even finished speaking, he was on the move. Jeongguk flipped Jimin over hastily, Jimin’s back hit the mattress, and then Jeongguk took both of Jimin’s hands and pinned them above his head by the wrists to the pillow with just one hand. He hovered over Jimin and stared down, and Jimin, his head spinning, nodded and let his legs fall open again. Jeongguk held the back of Jimin’s thigh and sank back into his slicked hole, and Jimin moaned, wrapping his legs around Jeongguk’s waist. Jeongguk bent down and kissed Jimin softly at first, but then he pulled Jimin’s swollen bottom lip between his teeth.

“Careful what you wish for,” Jeongguk whispered.

Shit.

Absolutely nothing about what happened next was polite or gentle. Jeongguk fucked Jimin like he was completely feral, Jimin’s entire body moving on the sheets, the entire bed shaking, headboard hitting the wall. Jimin couldn’t figure out where to grab or hold, couldn’t make sense of his surroundings, could hardly keep his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as Jeongguk chased his own orgasm.

“Jeongguk, fuck , oh my God. Feels so good, I’m—J-Jeongguk, Jeongguk, please, I—oh-h-h, right there. Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk, fuck—!”

Jeongguk stopped only to lean down and press his lips to Jimin’s neck, and when he did, Jimin cried out, panting. Jeongguk moved and found another spot where he could leave a mark, and then a third as he roughly thrusted into Jimin every few seconds. Then his lips traveled up towards Jimin’s ear.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, and Jimin shivered. He was overstimulated and near exhaustion, but he wanted Jeongguk to come so badly that none of that mattered.

“I’m good, I’m good. Keep going,” Jimin confirmed. “Fuck me hard, hyung.”

“Shit,” Jeongguk breathed out, and then he pressed his palms into the pillow near Jimin’s head and snapped his hips forward. Jimin’s body lifted off the bed for a moment, and then his eyes rolled back for what felt like the thousandth time as Jeongguk fucked him. “Fuck, Jimin, you’re so—so… God, I’m gonna… I’m… fuck, I’m—I’m— ah.”

With one final, rough thrust, Jeongguk choked back a moan and stilled, exhaling heavily and opening his eyes. Jimin stared up at him in the dim lighting, and his heart almost stopped. Jeongguk’s once lust-filled eyes had softened significantly, and he was so fucking gorgeous that it took Jimin’s breath away.

Fuck, I want to remember this, he thought to himself, but there was very little hope of remembering all the details. Jeongguk, still inside Jimin, leaned down for a kiss, and Jimin granted it to him, his body spent.

“Hyung,” Jimin whispered hoarsely, but Jeongguk shushed him with another soft kiss.

“Stay here. I’ll clean you up,” he whispered back.

“So tired, hyung,” Jimin murmured, eyelids heavy, but he kept kissing Jeongguk because he didn’t want to miss a single moment.

“I know. I’ll be right back. Let me pull out, hold on,” Jeongguk promised, kissing Jimin again and then gingerly pulling out. Jimin let out a soft cry and a whimper, feeling a headache coming on, and Jeongguk immediately soothed him with another kiss. “Sorry. Give me a minute.”

Jimin wanted to give him more than a minute, but the moment Jeongguk rolled off the bed, Jimin’s eyes fell shut. He could hear the sink running, but he could also feel the world spinning as he lay on the bed. He felt the mattress dip, vaguely heard Jeongguk’s voice whispering his name, felt a warm washcloth on his body. But his strength and his coherency had diminished so rapidly, and he couldn’t find the words. He felt a few soft kisses on his jaw and cheek.

“You can sleep.”

That was the last thing Jimin heard before he drifted off.

***

The first thing that Jimin noticed when he stirred and came to in the morning was the headache. If he so much as moved his head a centimeter on the pillow, it felt like an avalanche across his forehead down into his eyes. His mouth was a little dry, and his stomach was uneasy—all the normal symptoms of an astronomical hangover. Then he dared to open his eyes.

There was a moment where Jimin comically froze, eyes bugged, body still as he analyzed his surroundings, because this was not his bedroom, and it certainly wasn’t Taehyung’s or Hoseok’s bedrooms. The sheets were soft and breathable, the pillow felt like it was made for Jimin’s head, and sunlight was streaming through the windows.

Jimin hurriedly sat up, but then he groaned and clutched his head, hunching over with his elbows to his knees, blankets stuck between his torso and thighs. Squinting, he glanced to his left and saw a bedside table, and then saw several things there—a glass of water, two pills, a brand new toothbrush, some toothpaste, and a small note:

You fell asleep and I didn’t want to wake you or kick you out. I’ll be in the kitchen when you wake up. Feel free to leave, or you can come have coffee or something to eat.

There was no signature, and that was when Jimin clutched the covers to his chest and continued to analyze his situation.

He was wearing boxer briefs—he even lifted the covers to look. But they weren’t the cheap kind he normally wore. They were Balenciaga and most certainly not Jimin’s property. He could see bruises and marks on the insides of his thighs and on his hips, and that was when fragmented memories flooded back—all the kissing, all the touching and moaning and marking, and Jimin could distinctly remember having two very memorable and intense orgasms. As his hand flew up to his neck, he recalled the sinfully sexy voice that had whispered sweet nothings in his ears, the way he’d been so full, so consumed by the pleasure for what had to be half of the night. He could remember tattoos, pretty doe eyes, black hair, large hands. And fuck, he’d had the best sex of his entire life last night.

Jimin gingerly peeled back the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and then he peered around the bedroom. There were large windows on just the left wall where sunlight was pouring in. The wall with the windows was paneled wood, and the rest of the walls were navy. The massive king-sized bed had a dark brown fake leather headboard, and the sheets were cream. There were plants in the room, a door leading to a walk-in closet and another to a bathroom, a desk, paintings on the walls… this was most certainly not a university student’s apartment.

“Okay,” Jimin whispered to himself, slowly reaching over to grab the pills. He tossed them back and drank the entire glass of water, and then he grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste, marveling at how it had just been provided to him like a hotel. Quietly, he padded across the soft carpet to the bathroom, and he laughed to himself. The bathroom was white tile with matte grey cabinets, a walk-in shower, a massive bathtub, and more plants. Jimin had never seen anything like it. Amazed, he finally glanced into the mirror.

“Shit,” he whispered, leaning in and checking his neck. The hickeys, marks, bruises, everything was visible, and Jimin shuddered. He looked exactly like he’d been fucked well and personally hand-delivered two mind-blowing orgasms. Was it too much to say that he was glowing? Jimin ruffled his messy hair and vigorously brushed his teeth, one palm pressed into the countertop.

After washing up, Jimin tiptoed back into the bedroom and noticed that his clothing from last night was folded nicely at the foot of the bed. But he ignored it and instead went for the shirt that was on the floor, picking it up and staring at it. It was black and massive, and in the top left corner were the words be nice . It smelled good, too, so Jimin shimmied into it and snickered to himself when the bottom hem nearly reached his knees. He would’ve felt seedy stepping into last night’s clothing, so a shirt that smelled like fabric softener was much more comforting. 

Jimin carefully opened the bedroom door, and then he blinked a few times. Now he was staring at a massive open floor plan apartment. The living room area had leather couches and a huge television with multiple gaming systems visible. There was a closed door that probably led to another bedroom or a study. And then there was the kitchen, and that was why it smelled like coffee.

“Hi,” Jimin said in a hoarse voice, and then he stopped and stared, arms by his sides as he pulled at the hem of the t-shirt. From behind the countertop, the man he’d clearly slept with looked up from the newspaper he was reading, and Jimin almost fell to his knees.

Jeongguk. His name is Jeongguk.

“Good morning, Jimin,” he said in a gentle voice, and Jimin damn near burst into tears.

“Um, I don’t…”

“I’m Jeongguk,” Jeongguk replied, sensing that Jimin needed some kind of validation.

Jeongguk, fuck, oh my God. Feels so good, I’m—J-Jeongguk, Jeongguk, please, I—oh-h-h, right there. Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk.

Jimin felt his face flush when he remembered the way he had moaned Jeongguk’s name countless times last night. Now it was all coming back to him.

“Sorry,” Jimin apologized awkwardly. “I, um… I drank a lot last night. I remember you. I just… needed a minute.”

“I know,” Jeongguk said, his eyes sparkling in amusement. “It’s fine. Would you like some coffee? Hot or iced?”

“Yes, please. Iced,” Jimin said, suddenly feeling small. Jeongguk didn’t look like a university student, nor did he live like one. He was wearing dark grey fitted slacks and a white button-up, sleeves rolled, and there was a matching dark grey blazer draped over a chair. Jimin checked the massive clock on the wall—half past ten in the morning, and it was Friday.

“Here you go,” Jeongguk said, pushing a cup of coffee toward Jimin that he had clearly just mixed. Looked like Dutch coffee. Jimin pulled the little glass tumbler towards him and took a careful sip, and it was like being brought back to life. “You, uh… you didn’t have to come into the kitchen. You could have just left. You’re more than welcomed to now, if you’d like.”

“I’m hungover as fuck and starving, and you have coffee,” Jimin said tiredly, shuffling forward towards the barstools and hopping up onto one. “And my whole body hurts.”

“Oh. Sorry, I—was that…? Sorry,” Jeongguk apologized hastily, and Jimin sipped his iced coffee again, glancing over the rim of the cup at Jeongguk. Fuck, he was so handsome. His soft black hair was just long enough to brush his cheekbones, parted deeply to the side. His skin was porcelain smooth, and he had beautiful and luminous eyes with a chiseled jaw. His mouth was a little smaller but his lips were pink, and he had a tiny mole underneath his bottom lip. Both of his ears had several piercings with hoop earrings.

“It was you. But I don’t mind,” Jimin said, suddenly feeling a bit more comfortable when he saw Jeongguk squirm at the very thought of what they had done together last night. “I mean, I was drunk, but I’m pretty sure I came twice, so I forgive you.”

Jeongguk cleared his throat and stifled a laugh, ears turning pink as he reached for his own coffee. Then he said, “Well, I should be in the office right now, but here I am, entertaining my one-night stand. Happy Friday to me.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Jimin apologized, guilt flooding his body. “I—You could’ve just left me here, left a note. I would’ve found my way out. I—What even are you? Who are you? Where am I? I have a few questions.”

“I’ve noticed,” Jeongguk said with a tiny smile. “You’re at my apartment. Several people know where you are for accountability’s sake. And I’m Jeon Jeongguk, the guy with a full-time job who was dragged to MAGENTA for a thirtieth birthday celebration last night. The same night you were there celebrating dumping some guy who was cheating on you, and I quote, ‘for, like, six months.’”

“Well, it was six months,” Jimin argued. “That asshole went back to wearing a condom and gave me a medical excuse. Am I dumb for believing him?”

“Nah. He’s just a dick for cheating on you,” Jeongguk replied.

“Well, lucky for me, you were there to soften the blow,” Jimin joked. “Right, you were celebrating a birthday last night. Your friends are old.”

“Ouch.” Jeongguk let out a short laugh. “I’d pay good money to celebrate my thirtieth birthday again.”

Jimin almost choked on his coffee, and he coughed a few times, smacking his hand to his chest. Jeongguk, however, was very calm, and that was when Jimin figured that somewhere in the chaos of the night, they must have discussed their ages. Unfortunately, that had all slipped Jimin’s mind.

“You’re—wait, how old are you?” he demanded, and Jeongguk pursed his lips for a moment.

“Thirty-six.”

“Oh. I…” Jimin swallowed heavily, panicking in an instant. Fuck, I slept with a thirty-six-year-old. I slept with a grown-ass adult and I’m a poor university student. Shit, why did drunk me think this was a good idea? What was I thinking? Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m a child. “Um, I’m… I’m twenty-two.”

“I know. You told me.” Jeongguk blinked a few times. “Guess it’s a good thing this was just a one-night stand.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s… that’s good,” Jimin agreed awkwardly, white-knuckling his coffee cup. “I… I guess that would explain why you have such a nice home.”

“That might explain it,” Jeongguk said gently.

“And why you’re so pretty.”

“What?”

“I mean—sorry, I didn’t—you just—you clearly take care of yourself,” Jimin stammered, wanting to die of embarrassment. “You’re very… you’re really handsome.”

“Oh. Thank you,” Jeongguk almost whispered, and then he eyed Jimin up and down. “You didn’t put your own clothes back on.”

“My clothes were gross,” Jimin argued. “This smelled nice.”

“It looks good on you,” Jeongguk said lightly, reaching over to fold up his newspaper. Jimin downed the last of his coffee and hopped off the barstool, and then he walked around the island countertop, feeling a little too bold. If this was truly just a one-night stand, then there was absolutely no harm in doing something that he could remember, right? Something that wasn’t a drunken fragment of his memory.

“Are you going into work?” Jimin asked, approaching Jeongguk.

“I was planning to once you left,” Jeongguk replied.

“Are you trying to kick me out?” Jimin teased, and he stood in a position that forced Jeongguk to put his back to the countertop. Jimin crawled his fingers up Jeongguk’s chest playfully, and Jeongguk didn’t stop him.

“Not at all. I’m a gentleman. I’ll wait until you’re ready to leave,” Jeongguk said, sounding slightly breathless. Jimin expected him to cave or succumb, but he turned the tables so fast that Jimin gasped. In one fluid motion, Jeongguk grabbed Jimin by the hips with two strong hands and hoisted him up, spinning and setting Jimin onto the countertop. Jimin instantly wrapped his legs around Jeongguk’s waist and draped his arms around Jeongguk’s neck.

“You know what I remember from last night?” Jimin whispered, shivering with Jeongguk’s hands settled on the insides of his thighs and began to travel upward. “How pretty you sounded when I was riding you.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathed, dropping his head for a moment before picking it back up until they were nearly nose-to-nose. “God, you’re so sexy. Fucking you was like a dream.”

“I haven’t left yet, you know,” Jimin whispered, and Jeongguk let out a little laugh.

“You’re insatiable,” he said, but his next words were cut off, because Jimin leaned in and kissed him. He assumed that Jeongguk would pull away, but Jimin was greatly rewarded for what could have been stupidity. Jeongguk kissed him back, and it was off to the races.

“God, I remember now,” Jimin moaned in between kisses, breathless. Jeongguk didn’t let him speak again. He captured Jimin’s lips in another kiss, and Jimin melted into it. Jeongguk kissed like he knew Jimin’s body inside and out, like he was inside Jimin’s mind. His tongue was inside Jimin’s mouth, but that was beside the point. Jimin’s entire body was trembling, legs and arms still wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist and neck, and fuck. This was a kiss. This wasn’t the sloppy making out that Jimin had been used to before. This was a man who fucking knew how to kiss. He licked into Jimin’s mouth repeatedly, large hands gripping Jimin’s thighs and hips with confidence.

“Look so pretty like this,” Jeongguk breathed against Jimin’s lips, and Jimin rocked his hips forward with a whimper, begging silently to be touched. Jeongguk wasn’t an amateur—he picked up on the signals. Immediately, he wrapped his left arm around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer and slipped his right hand beneath the boxer briefs Jimin had on. The moment his hand wrapped around Jimin’s hard cock, Jimin let out a lewd, gasping moan, head falling back as he held onto Jeongguk for dear life.

“Fuck, your hands are so big,” he whimpered, bucking up into Jeongguk’s fist and wiggling on the countertop. But Jeongguk held him nearly still, thumbing over the slit of Jimin’s cock to gather the pre-come, making the slide much easier as he steadily jerked Jimin off. It wasn’t sloppy by any means. It was well-practiced and deliberate, and he was watching Jimin’s reaction, watching Jimin come undone.

“Feel good?” he asked, squeezing slightly as he continued. Jimin whined and dug his fingernails into Jeongguk’s shoulders, wishing desperately that the shirt wasn’t there. Here was Jeongguk, fully dressed and ready to go to the office, and he had a handful of hungover and whiny Jimin with his shirt halfway off. But Jimin hardly cared. Not when being touched felt this good.

“Fuck, feels amazing,” he gasped. “J-Jeongguk, please.”

“Be polite,” Jeongguk whispered, and Jimin let out little moan, dropping one hand to press his palm into the countertop behind him, bracing himself so he could fuck up into Jeongguk’s hand with more vigor.

“Hyung, please,” Jimin tried, and it seemed to work. Jeongguk drew him closer and kissed him again, but it wasn’t really kissing. It was Jimin gasping and whimpering as Jeongguk kissed his open mouth, smiling. “P-Please, feels so good I’m—fuck, I’m close. Gonna make a mess.”

“Good. Look so beautiful,” Jeongguk whispered. “Come all over yourself. Make a mess. Doesn’t matter.”

Jimin pitched forward and threw his arms around Jeongguk’s neck again, legs falling open weakly, his forehead against Jeongguk’s as the orgasm threatened to destroy him. He couldn’t find words anymore, only little gasps and breaths of pleasure. His entire body began to tense, and Jeongguk felt it.

“Go ahead, doll,” he said, and Jimin swore he saw stars. He inhaled sharply as he came harder than he had intended to, all over Jeongguk’s hand and the front of the black t-shirt. Jeongguk steadily stroked him through the entire orgasm, slowing down and gently swiping his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock a few times as Jimin came down from the high. He pecked Jimin on the lips once and used one hand to tuck Jimin back into his boxer briefs, and then he reached over to the sink and washed his hand off without a word as Jimin caught his breath. Then he returned and stood between Jimin’s legs.

“God, you’re so…” Jimin started, but Jeongguk slowly pulled on the t-shirt, so Jimin lifted his arms up without a word and let Jeongguk take it off and toss it aside. 

“I have to go to work now,” he whispered, running his hands along Jimin’s bare shoulders. Jimin licked his lips, skin still thrumming excitedly, and then he nodded.

“That’s fine. I’ll get dressed.”

“You can just wear something of mine,” Jeongguk offered, and then he threaded his fingers through Jimin’s hair, gripped tightly, and kissed him with a calm but firm confidence that made Jimin weak. “Come with me.”

Jeongguk stepped away and walked off towards his bedroom while humming to himself, and Jimin hopped off the countertop onto shaky legs, steadying himself and taking another sip of coffee before following Jeongguk back to the bedroom. When he walked in, Jeongguk was already in his closet.

“Hmm… yeah, this will fit you. Here.” Jeongguk offered up a pair of black jeans, and then he pulled a sweater off a hanger—cream colored with a red Chanel logo on the top left corner, a bit off-the-shoulder. Jimin stared until Jeongguk shook the clothing in his hands and thrusted it forward again, so he accepted it.

“Uh, this is Chanel,” Jimin said, stating the obvious.

“Yes, thank you for noticing,” Jeongguk said with a small smile, flicking off the light in the closet and stepping out. Jimin followed him like a lost puppy, clutching the clothing.

“Okay, well, I’ll just—I’ll wash it and bring it back,” he said.

“No need.” Jeongguk walked over to his dresser, grabbed a watch (definitely Gucci, and Jimin was floored) to strap onto his wrist, and as he fastened it, he looked up and caught Jimin’s eye, and Jimin inwardly shivered. Jesus fucking Christ, this gorgeous man had just given him three incredible orgasms in twelve hours. Thirty-six-years-old and rich as fuck, it seemed, and Jimin was utterly floored at the predicament in which he found himself.

“No, I’ll bring it back,” Jimin insisted, removing Jeongguk’s t-shirt and placing it onto the foot on the bed.

“Keep it,” Jeongguk replied, shrugging. “I’ve never worn it. Doesn’t suit me. Not my style. But it looks great on you,” he added as Jimin shrugged into the sweater and held his arms out to show it off. “Just keep it. Seriously. Better that someone wears it. Otherwise, I’ll donate it.”

“ Donate a—you’re insane,” Jimin said with a laugh, shimmying into the black jeans and then bending to cuff them at the ankles twice, because they were a little long on him. “Thank you, Jeongguk-ssi.”

“Oh, now you’re polite?” Jeongguk teased, and then he strolled back into the kitchen as Jimin followed yet again, his own clothing from last night in his arms, as well as his phone, which had been charged overnight thanks to Jeongguk.

“I have my moments,” Jimin fired back, watching Jeongguk slip his blazer on and button it with one hand as he checked his phone. God, he’s so sexy. He’s so fucking sexy, I can’t believe he willingly dicked me down last night, Jimin thought to himself, weak in the knees.

“Alright. Do you need me to call you a cab, or are you okay?” Jeongguk asked. Jimin held up his phone.

“I can call one.”

“There’s a bus right outside my building, too,” Jeongguk added, but Jimin had already ordered a taxi.

“Thank you. Um, thanks for—like, looking out for me last night,” Jimin added awkwardly. “Charging my phone and dressing me and all that. The ibuprofen and water this morning. Sorry for falling asleep so fast. I wanted to stay awake, but…”

“It’s totally fine,” Jeongguk gently said, waving one hand as he grabbed a black leather Gucci bag to sling onto one shoulder. “It was nice to meet you, Jimin. Thanks for making my Thursday night interesting.”

“No problem,” Jimin said with a grin. “I’ll just, uh… go wait on the curb for my taxi.”

“I have to head to the office. Sorry,” Jeongguk apologized, and then he grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the countertop and slipped them onto the bridge of his nose, and that was it. Jimin was a goner. He had scored so majorly last night that it was laughable. Jeon Jeongguk, whoever this rich fucker was, was genuinely the sexiest man Jimin had ever met in his life. And Jimin, Jimin , had been railed within an inch of his life last night by this man.

“It’s fine. Have fun being an adult,” Jimin teased, and Jeongguk rolled his eyes and held open the door. Jimin walked into the hallway and pressed the down button for the elevator, and the two of them stepped in together, Jeongguk picking the basement floor instead of ground floor so he could likely get to his car.

“Have fun getting over your hangover,” Jeongguk replied as the elevator soared down, and Jimin rolled his eyes all the same as the doors opened to the ground floor. When he was halfway out, Jeongguk grabbed his wrist and turned him around, and Jimin paused. “Thank you,” Jeongguk added gently. “I had a great night with you.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Jimin said, and then the elevator doors began to close. He stood and watched, and then he sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, the dull headache still there.

That was it. The best sex of my life and the best one-night stand I’ve ever had, over just like that.

Jimin stepped out into the chilly March early afternoon air, glad that he was wearing Jeongguk’s sweater but hating that he didn’t have sunglasses. His phone alerted him that the taxi was right around the corner, but then he heard the gate of a parking garage opening, followed by the sound of a car engine. Jimin glanced to his left, and then he watched as a black Mercedes Benz GT63S pulled out into the street and sped away. Right on cue, a 2011 Hyundai pulled up to the curb—Jimin’s taxi.

“I hate it here,” Jimin muttered to himself, and then he hopped into the car and let it take him home.

Jimin lived in a high-rise apartment building on the edge of Gangnam, and he was a student at Seoul National University. The hour-long public transport journey didn’t bother him, so long as he got a decent education. He’d thought about moving closer to the main campus, but it would have taken him away from his friends and the nightlife in Itaewon and the other suburbs of Seoul, something he hadn’t wanted.

Jimin’s apartment was on the seventeenth floor. When he walked in, he was immediately in the small kitchen with three cabinets, a single burner cooktop, a large sink, and a small fridge all in a row. To the right was his bathroom with its open shower that made the entire small room wet, and off the kitchen was his bedroom, where he had a little table for two or three people where he could eat with guests, as well as a desk, his bed, and a chest of drawers, the small closet against one wall. He was just one person, after all, so what did he need a large living space for? This was perfect for his needs.

“Oh—there you are,” Jimin said, crouching down and running both hands gently along Sammi’s fur. Sammi was his grey and white short-haired cat, only a year old. Jimin had rescued Sammi when she was a newborn kitten meowing for food and shelter in the alley behind his apartment. Jimin had brought her some food once, and the second time he had returned to feed her again, she had rubbed up on his leg and followed him towards the building doors. Jimin had shooed her away, but the third time he had returned with more food, Sammi had meowed pounced on Jimin’s shoelaces, swatting at them and rolling over helplessly. Jimin had decided right then and there to scoop her up and take her into his apartment.

“Have you been good?” he asked Sammi rhetorically. Sammi crouched and then leapt up onto Jimin’s desk as Jimin reached over to pet her again. She immediately flinched and began to swat at the sleeve of Jimin’s sweater, leaping around and attempting to grab at it as Jimin chuckled. “Stop, it’s just a sweater. I’ve given you, like, three of mine to destroy.”

Jimin’s phone then vibrated, and he checked—Taehyung.

“Hey, Tae,” he said tiredly.

“Are you home?” Taehyung asked. “Hoseok hyung’s in class. Where are you?”

“At home,” Jimin confirmed.

“Good, let me up.” And then a little bell sounded in Jimin’s apartment, indicating that Taehyung was downstairs waiting to be buzzed in. Jimin rolled his eyes and hung up, and then he walked into his kitchen and buzzed Taehyung in, going straight to the fridge. He still had a headache, so it was time for some spicy ramen. He put the kettle on to boil the water and grabbe a container of ramen from the cabinet, and then his front door beeped.

“Ooh, are you making ramen? I’ll have some,” Taehyung said, because he often let himself into Jimin’s apartment. Jimin wordlessly grabbed a second container, and then Taehyung reached forward and grabbed the front of Jimin’s sweater. “What the hell is this?"

“A sweater.”

“From Jeon Jeongguk? That probably cost tens of thousands of won?”

“Uh, yes?” Jimin said questioningly, raising one eyebrow. Taehyung grinned.

“Did you get laid?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jimin said as the water finished boiling. He poured it up to the line in each ramen cup, and then he put the lid back on each cup and set a wooden spoon overtop each so the ramen would cook.

“That’s what I’m here to talk to you about, actually,” Taehyung said, strolling into Jimin’s bedroom and flopping onto the bed. “Because the man behind the good dick you got sent me a text last night from your phone.”

“What’d it say?” Jimin asked, reaching for his phone. “I never actually read it.”

JIMIN [11:53:21PM]

Hi, Taehyung - Jimin is coming home with me. My name’s Jeon Jeongguk.

He had then sent a second text with his phone number and his address, and he had even shared Jimin’s location with Taehyung.

“Christ, he really went all out,” Jimin murmured as he stopped sharing his location with Taehyung.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you fuck a responsible adult,” Taehyung said, scrolling through his own phone. “And like a good best friend, I decided to do a Naver search on him. You know, see if I could find a social media profile or anything. Just out of curiosity.”

“Did you find one?”

“Uh, I found something better,” Taehyung said, raising one eyebrow. “Did you know that he’s thirty-six-years-old?”

“Yes, he told me.”

“And did you also know that he’s one of the one hundred richest men in South Korea?”

“That… would… make sense, given the way his apartment looked,” Jimin slowly said, absorbing the information and wishing that he wasn’t so hungover so he could appreciate it more. Taehyung then turned his phone, and Jimin stared at the screen.

“He’s the CEO of Golden Co. Publishing House,” Taehyung said as Jimin drank in the white, black, and gold modern website design. “Top company in the country that publishes all sorts of shit. Manga, comic books, graphic novels, plain old literature, all by some pretty famous authors. It’s literally one of the most respected companies in the country with, like, crazy high levels of employee satisfaction. And Jeon Jeongguk, the guy who fucked you last night, is the CEO. He’s been in charge for almost six years. One of the youngest CEOs of a major company in South Korea.”

“Holy shit,” Jimin muttered, eyes flying across the page as he read the little blurb about Jeongguk (graduated from SNU as well with a master’s degree in business and a second degree in fine arts, keen eye for detail, fantastic businessman, enjoys drawing and likes house plants) and took in the charming professional photograph. Taehyung took back his phone quickly.

“So I thought, ‘hey, I’ll look up some more info about him, dig up some dirt, find a scandal.’ There’s no fucking dirt, Jimin,” Taehyung said, still scrolling. “There are former employees who have left online reviews about working at Golden, and all of them are like, ‘oh my God, Jeongguk is the best.’ No joke.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m dead serious. This one guy—hold on, let me find it… okay, here it is,” Taehyung said eagerly. “This one guy worked there five years ago, and he said that Jeongguk barely talks to anyone at the office or in meetings, but that he’s definitely in charge and he’s super nice and gives to all kinds of charities and donates books to schools and kids in need. And this one girl who worked there two years ago said that he employs, like, anyone. Doesn’t care about your gender or sexuality. He’s open to anything.”

“Are you a private investigator?” Jimin asked.

“I’m bored, is what I am,” Taehyung replied. “This is what happens when Hoseok hyung doesn’t put out in the morning before he goes to class. Gave him an open invitation to fuck me this morning, and he just ran out so he wasn’t late to class. His loss. So I stayed in bed and researched your fuck buddy.”

“Okay, well, this is way too much information. I’m still hungover,” Jimin complained, padding back into the kitchen with tired feet to grab the ramen. He set one container down on the little table for Taehyung and ripped the lid off his own, stirring the noodles and soup with his chopsticks. Taehyung came over and sat curled up on the chair.

“Was he nice like this random ass guy said?” Taehyung wondered.

“He dressed me when I was half asleep and left me ibuprofen and water and a toothbrush and toothpaste when I woke up. And he charged my phone overnight,” Jimin listed. “And then he gave me coffee.”

“So he’s a saint. And how was the sex?”

“Tae.” Jimin set down his chopsticks and folded his hands, and Taehyung stifled a laugh in anticipation. “When I tell you that it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, I’m not exaggerating at all.”

“Amazing.”

“I came twice in one night.”

“Love that for you.”

“He made me come just from fingering me.”

“What a man.”

“He jerked me off on his kitchen countertop this morning.”

“So he made you breakfast,” Taehyung casually said, and then he and Jimin burst out laughing, leaning in towards each other. They had been best friends since grade two, so there were absolutely no secrets, no limits, and no boundaries between the two of them. They’d been each other’s first kiss at age fifteen. They’d lost their virginity to each other in a fit of laughter when they were both eighteen because they wanted to explore and get it over with, switching back and forth between who topped and who bottomed so that they knew just about everything. And they had done it all without catching feelings, which had been a major accomplishment for them both. Taehyung was the other part of Jimin’s soul.

“I don’t know. Is it bad that I want to see him again?” Jimin asked, and then he slurped up a bunch of noodles and let out a huge sigh and a happy groan, slumping in his chair as he chewed.

“I mean, I don’t think so. But I have a few questions,” Taehyung said. “Like, first of all, what possessed him to be totally cool with taking you home to have sex?”

“He asked me about ten times if I was consenting to it,” Jimin said, and Taehyung raised his eyebrows, looking slightly impressed.

“Okay, he wins that one,” Taehyung said. “Why was he interested in a one-night stand? I mean, he’s obviously single. But has he had relationships before? Is he a workaholic? Did he just want to get laid?”

“It was one night, Tae,” Jimin said in exasperation, slurping up more noodles.

“And you just said you want to see him again, so these are valid questions,” Taehyung replied. “I mean, why exactly do you want to see him again?” 

“Uh, so that he’ll fuck me again and I’ll remember it all,” Jimin replied. “The fact that sitting down right now is uncomfortable tells me that I deserve to have sex with him again. Plus, he said he had a great night with me.”

“So it was good for him, too.”

“Apparently.”

“Shit. I don’t know, Jiminie,” Taehyung sighed. “Maybe it’s better to just leave it alone. He’s a rich CEO, and he’s fourteen years older than you.”

“I don’t really care if he’s older than me,” Jimin said.

“You’re in your final semester of university, you just broke up with your cheating ex, you have a whole fucking small business that you want to start, and you work part-time,” Taehyung listed. “Look, I’m not trying to discourage you. If all you want is to get laid, then cool. Get yourself a fuck buddy. But you’re both kind of in different parts of your life, and you barely know each other.”

‘I’m not looking for a relationship, Tae,” Jimin said with a laugh. “Fuck, I just got out of one. I don’t want another boyfriend. I’m literally just saying I want to see him again for sex. And I doubt he wants a boyfriend, either. But maybe he’d like to get laid regularly, too.”

“Is this going to be like Taemin hyung all over again?” Taehyung wearily asked.

“What do you mean, ‘again’? Taemin hyung and I had an excellent fuck buddies arrangement,” Jimin emphasized. “Straight up sex, no feelings. We had it down to a science. Shame he moved away.”

“You know what? I surrender. Do what you want to do. Just be careful,” Taehyung said. “At the risk of sounding preachy but also sounding like five-year-old, he’s… an adult. Much more adult than we are, I mean.”

“Noted,” Jimin said, lifting his cup to his mouth to slurp some of the soup. “Now what’s this about Hoseok hyung not putting out for you? Do we need to have a chat?”