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“Action!”

The way Jeongguk moves and touches Jimin feels like it's all calculated. It was soft and gentle, as if he was so delicate and would break when handled incorrectly.

Jeongguk’s hand trails to Jimin’s legs, never breaking off the kiss. Jimin leans to the touch, gasping for air. They were supposed to be acting. This wasn't a first for Jimin– in fact, he had been acting sex scenes throughout his career. He kept it all professional, he shrugged every touch off and nothing felt special.

Yet, every kiss, every touch– ignited a spark within him.

Jimin is an actor. A fresh face. But a rising star. He was instagram famous back in college. His doll-like appearance captivated the hearts of girls and guys alike. Great thanks to his best friend since diapers, Kim Taehyung, who loved styling him so much that Jimin now visits his rich friend Taehyung anytime just to borrow his fits that outgrew him and just shrugs it off and gives it to Jimin since it suits him better.

He was labelled as a Barbie doll by many. Many swoon over his porcelain-like skin, his eyes so beautiful that it turns into crescents whenever he smiles, and his pink plump lips that he swore were natural and never had any filters. His long, beautiful blonde hair that flatters his face perfectly is to die for.

Girls love him and also tunes into what his fashion statement is and how he poses for pictures, and men practically beg for his attention, sending love messages and even flowers to him at university.

Jimin took advantage of this. Unlike Taehyung, his family’s not well-off. He signed up for modelling gigs that could help him on paying off his tuition fees, not wanting to add any burden on his family’s small family restaurant selling hearty home cooked Korean meals. This is where Jimin became so grateful for Taehyung, where their social stance did not matter. Taehyung always swore that no matter what happens, their friendship is always his number one treasure.

Until one day, a man in a brown suit shows up to his university. He didn't look like a professor, he stood out so much when he first approached Jimin. Jimin was chilling with Taehyung at one of the benches that lined up across their university’s famous walkway— where bushes with pink and white flowers aligned with street lamps to illuminate the dark campus at night.

Jimin looks up at this man, wearing sunglasses. He noted that his shoulders were broad—evidently for someone who works out regularly.

“Park Jimin-ssi?” The man extends his hand to Jimin, where Jimin immediately stands up from his seat, extending his hand as well and his other hand below his wrist, a sign of respect when greeting older people.

“Yes, that's me.”

“I'm Kim Seokjin,” the man named Kim Seokjin introduces himself, squeezing his hand in delight. “You might've heard of me, one of the rising directors in the movie industry. I filmed "Keep It Casual” which I think was famous for your age group.”

Jimin gasped. Both of his hands clasped together on his mouth, surprised with a famous man right in front of him.

“No way, I loved that movie, right Tae?” Jimin nudges Taehyung who was listening right beside him.

“Hahaha, don't flatter me too much,” Seokjin dismisses with a wave of his hand, obviously getting the compliments right in his head. “Oh right, the reason I'm here is that I want to invite you for a casting call. I hope you're interested.” Seokjin flaps his coat open, inserting his hand to pull out a calling card. “Call me if you want to give it a try. You're a good fit for the role.”

Which led to this very moment— Jimin, a finally recognized 22-year old rising actor that is dubbed as South Korea’s Barbie Doll is now established in his career. He also just graduated from his degree to which everyone praised him for. He loved acting. He liked the praises people gave him. Most especially, he was able to give his parents a comfortable life and had expanded more branches of their once small restaurant business.

Yet the moment he came inside the script reading room for this movie ‘After Hours’, he was baffled.

Sitting right beside his seat, the seat for the other leading actor—was none other than Jeon Jeongguk.

His fucking celebrity crush.

Everyone in his age practically swooned over Jeon Jeongguk. A 40-year old veteran actor. He was and always will be charismatic. Lived a private life, exceptional acting skills, and a well-respected actor by so many. He had a clean image among the public.

Jimin was no different. He had a huge fat crush on Jeongguk ever since he first watched his ‘boy love’ film. That's when Jimin knew that Jeongguk was the right actor to like—even though Jeongguk’s sexuality was never disclosed to the public, Jeongguk had always been open to different opportunities and kissing other men was never a bother to him.

Apart from his good looks, great physique, Jimin knows his admiration comes across with validation and hope that people like him are accepted.

Jimin let out a soft gasp when Jeongguk untucked his buttondown shirt. It was now loose, and Jeongguk took the opportunity to insert his hand inside his shirt. Jimin shivered as he felt his hands trail to his chest, massaging it slowly.

Jimin never broke his character, ever. They were briefed beforehand on the expectations of the scene. They even had a script reading even prior to shooting the entire movie.

Yet, every touch felt real. Jimin never wanted to hear the words “cut!” from Seokjin. Everything felt overwhelming. Jeongguk’s touch against his fair and soft skin, his lips on his’, their tongues tasting and savouring each other.

Jimin’s head spun when Jeongguk started massaging his chest in circular motions, gasping for air against his lips.

Jeongguk stared at him intently— his eyes were dark. The stare was so different— he loves how his eyes could capture the tension between them. Being a well-known and well-respected actor with so many movies really proved his talent.

Every touch and stare felt real. Jimin tries to shake off his thoughts that this was real— he tilts his head to the side, exposing his bare neck. On cue, Jeongguk snuggles his face and exhales against his neck, warm and hot breath tickles against his neck causing Jimin to shiver and let out a shaky breath.

“Mr. Lee,” Jeongguk says his lines, breathless as he speaks. “You really want to do this?”

“Yes,” Jimin squeaks, his mind panics a little when he says that line. He knew he's caught up in the moment to the point he seemed out of character. Jeongguk must've noticed it and he quickly grasped the situation, placing his hand on Jimin’s neck, subtly choking him.

Wait, this wasn't part of the script.

“You're forgetting that you're the student here,” Jeongguk growls. This wasn't part of the script as well. “Turn around and lean towards the table. Let me show you how it's properly done.”

Now that's part of the script.

Jimin turns around, leaning towards the table. His back arched, both of his arms propped up on the table. He removes his glasses and places them on top of the table. His ass is now in clear view as one of the camera men zoomed the camera nearer, taking an insert shot of how well defined the shape of his ass is.

Jeongguk places his hands on Jimin’s ass, slowly smoothing out his jeans before slapping it, a clear sound echoing across the room.

“Cut!”

Jimin stands up, bowing towards Jeongguk. Jeongguk also bows, sheepishly smiling.

“Sorry, was my slap too hard?”

Jimin shakes his head. “It was fine, sir. I really understand why you're such a respectable actor.”

Jeongguk crosses his arms, lifting an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that, Jimin-ssi?”

Jimin felt his cheeks heat up. “The scenes felt, natural?”

“Oh,” Jeongguk smirks. “I'm glad you felt that way.”

What?

“I mean that you're a natural,” Jimin blurts out, panicking. “I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, it was fine. Don't hold yourself back and just do the scenes comfortably just because I'm younger, okay?”

“Hmm?” Jeongguk teases. “Alright, Jimin-ah, I won't hold back.”

Shit.

Seokjin called out to them, gesturing them to come closer. They both watch the footage, Seokjin pointing out their best points. He liked how heavy and intense their kissing scenes were but Seokjin wanted to see more of something like what he calls an “oomph”. Jimin didn't understand a thing, but Jeongguk nodded and understood what Seokjin wanted.

All Jimin thought was, he's going through that scene again. He’s going to kiss Jeongguk again.

Fuck.

“Okay, let's get to it. Take 2,” Seokjin claps, directing all crew to take their positions before filming.

Jeongguk walks towards the desk again, Jimin follows shortly behind. He wanted to ask Jeongguk so badly what Seokjin wanted.

“Did you understand what he wanted?” Jeongguk finally asks, which Jimin sighs in relief that he didn't need to ask.

“No,” Jimin admits shyly, positioning himself by the desk again, his back pressed against it and both of his palms supporting him. “I'm sorry.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Don't worry, Seokjin’s quite… peculiar. I had to work with him a lot before I understood what those things meant.”

Jimin opens his mouth, muttering a soft “oh”.

“You're doing great, don't worry,” Jeongguk reassures, patting Jimin on the head. “You're good.”

Jimin’s cheeks heat up. “O-Okay, but how do I do that oomph he's talking about?”

Jeongguk suddenly leans forward, his lips near Jimin’s ear. Jeongguk’s hot breath tickles Jimin’s ear, it sent shivers down his spine.

“Let me lead, and whatever you feel, just react to it.”

Before Jimin could even react, Seokjin shouts “action!”

And before Jimin could even process, Jeongguk suddenly places his hand behind Jimin’s head, pushing it towards him, their lips crash.

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock, with the sudden act. He felt Jeongguk’s lips kiss him with a different level of intensity. His lips moved in a more hungry way and desperate.

Jimin felt a throbbing sensation in his clitoris as he became aroused.

Jeongguk licked his bottom lip, which Jimin instantly gaped his mouth open. Their teeth clanked, their tongues met, savoring each other's taste. Jeongguk tasted almost too sweet, so addicting. Jimin couldn't help but his body reacted differently.

Let me lead, and whatever you felt, just react to it.

Jimin couldn't ignore his pussy screaming for something. He felt different from earlier. If earlier he felt nothing but wanted to continue the kiss.

Now, he wanted to feel Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s hands trail to Jimin’s shirt once again, untucking it to gain access to his chest, massaging it again. Jimin lets out a soft moan, and he does something that they didn't even talk about.

Jimin lifted himself up on the table, wrapping his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as he pulled him close.

Jeongguk smirked against his lips.

“That's it,” Jeongguk whispers against his lips, his crotch rubbing against Jimin’s. Jeongguk pulled away from the kiss, and as practice Jeongguk stared at him intently.

This time, it was different.

He showed hunger.

Jimin tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck. As practiced, Jeongguk’s lips trained from Jimin’s cheek to his jaw to his neck.

Then he felt it.

Jeongguk grinded against him

Fuck.

Apart from earlier, this. This is the time he never wanted to hear Seokjin shouting “cut!”

Jeongguk never stopped rubbing against him. Jimin doubted that Jeongguk felt hard—especially with all those protective prosthetics they both wore before getting into shooting, just to protect both of their sanities.

Yet, Jimin was losing his sanity. The way Jeongguk rhythmically grinds against him good. Too good to be exact.

Jeongguk was rubbing against his clit, to be exact.

Jimin must've been imagining things, he knew those prosthetics may feel hard due to a protective barrier, but fuck Jeongguk felt he was hard.

“Cut! That was perfect!”

Jimin almost pouted when Jeongguk immediately pulled away.

“I'm sorry, are you okay?” Jeongguk asks out of concern, trying so hard to keep his hands from himself. Jimin looks at him, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Jimin found it too cute. “Was that too much?”

“It was…” Jimin pauses. It was what? Delicious? Great? Okay? Or you wanted more?

Jimin shakes his head, also shaking his thoughts off. “I'm okay. So that was the oomph Seokjin-nim was talking about.”

Liar.

Jeongguk chuckles, placing his hand on Jimin’s head, ruffling his hair. “Yeah kiddo, that was it. Glad you listened to your body and reacted to it.”

Jimin gasps. “I—”

“Don't get embarrassed, it's okay,” Jeongguk chuckles. They both hear Seokjin call out to them, and Jeongguk nods in acknowledgement. “Come on now, he’s calling out to us.”

Jimin never felt so embarrassed before. He wanted to curse at Jeongguk for leading him on like that.

He has never been to kissed like that. Never been touched like that. Why did Jimin only feel that way—his chest tightens in anger.

Am I the only one who felt like this?

He mentally curses Jeongguk for toying him like that. Jeongguk looked and acted cocky like that.

Jimin gets off the table, finally trailing behind Jeongguk towards Seokjin.

As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted Jeongguk to touch him for real.

So what if Jimin felt aroused?

He could ignore it.

—

He couldn't ignore it.

It's been days, or maybe weeks, since that last scene. That was the last scene where he and Jeongguk had to shoot the longest, the other shoots now only involve their individual shoots. There were times that they didn't have any scenes together and filmed in separate locations, which was a bummer for Jimin.

He wanted to see Jeongguk, even a glimpse of him, everyday.

But he can't.

Jimin lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind kept on repeating and repeating every touch, every kiss, and of course—the way Jeongguk grinded against him.

Jimin takes his pillow and covers his entire face, screaming against it.

He felt his pussy pulsate again, just remembering how it felt against him. The ghost of Jeongguk’s touch still lingered in his body, and he's craving for that touch again.

Jimin grabs his phone, scrolling through instagram in hopes to ignore Jeongguk.

But then, Jeongguk posted a photo.

Jimin cursed loudly.

Jeongguk posted a video of him at the gym, shirtless. His whole top is exposed, his whole tattooed arm in vision.

“Fucking hell,” Jimin stares at Jeongguk’s body, practically salivating. His eyes wander over Jeongguk’s body, and he stops at a certain area.

His Calvin Klein garter of his briefs peek out, his lower abdomen exposing the curves of his…

Jimin stops. He shuts his eyes tight, groaning in frustration.

“Fuck this,” Jimin says with finality.

Jimin doesn't hesitate to take his shirt and shorts off, tossing it to the side. E scoots closer to the edge of his bed, facing his full length mirror.

He lifts his legs up, exposing his pussy. He shivers as he feels cold air tickle his clit and hole.

Jimin’s hands trail on his pussy, feeling the wet gushing on his fingers. He bites his bottom lip as he starts playing with his clit, massaging in circular motions. He breathlessly calls out Jeongguk’s name, while touching his own nipples.

He closes his eyes as he lets him feel everything. He imagines Jeongguk’s face close to his’, their chests rubbing against each other as Jeongguk rubs his cock against his pussy like how they did during that scene.

Jimin’s spare hands trail to his pussy, tapping his hole. His fingers glisten with the wetness, inserting one finger inside. He looks at himself in the mirror, watching himself rub his clit and fuck himself with his finger.

He inserts another finger inside him, the squelching noises getting louder. Drips of his wetness start to pool on his bed, gasping Jeongguk’s name as he starts to feel an electrifying feeling in his stomach.

It feels wrong. So wrong. Masturbating after seeing your co-star’s photo? Wow, how professional.

But Jimin couldn't ignore it. It felt too good. He wants to feel Jeongguk once again, with his cock stuck inside his pussy, fucking him senseless and squirting cum all over him.

He wants to get ruined by Jeongguk.

Jimin gasps for air as he squirts out his liquid, his whole body shakes as he felt climaxing. He slowly pulls his fingers out of his hole, looking at his wetness as he separates his fingers, a string of thick goo forms.

Now he's empty, and he reaches for his clothes to wear and wash himself in his comfort room. He checks his phone to scroll through his schedule, and he pouts in disappointment.

The shoot’s about to wrap up by next week.

—

“Cheers!”

The room filled with loud cheers and clanking of beer glasses, as the whole production team cheered.

The filming wrapped up, and Seokjin encouraged the whole team to have a spontaneous team dinner at Seokjin’s partner, Kim Namjoon (a famous businessman) restaurant.

Jimin takes his own glass of beer mixed with soju, facing sideways as he drinks it, closing his eyes in satisfaction as the alcohol fizzles his throat.

He places his drink on the table, still half-full. He finds the urge to burp and slaps his chest, trying to resist the urge to let out a hideous and unattractive burping sound.

Because Jeongguk’s beside him.

Jeongguk relaxed, his arm on the back of his chair, and one hand on his glass of beer. He smiles and laughs along with the team’s jokes, effortlessly downing every bit of the soju and beer mix.

Wow, he could really handle his alcohol well.

Seokjin pulls out a deck of cards, which is a drinking game. Their table agrees to play a drinking game.

The room fills with laughter as they play the game. Come Jimin’s turn, when Seokjin takes a card off the deck.

“Oh hoooo,” Seokjin chuckles as he read the card. “Take a full glass shot of drink or take your shirt off.”

What?

Jimin waves his hand in embarrassment, not wanting to drink or take his shirt off. He never experienced being drunk, only tipsy. But he knew how he acted when he's only tipsy. What more if he's drunk?

Jimin stares at the shot glass being placed in front of him, a soju bottle filling it up quickly. He hesitates as the whole group cheer for him to drink it.

He contemplates as to whether what is the better choice. To go home drunk or appear naked in front of the crowd.

Heck, of course the answer's obvious.

Obviously, be drunk.

Jimin, with shaky hands, finally takes the shot glass with his hands. The whole group cheers and claps as he takes it to his lips, but suddenly, a hand grabs the shot glass from him.

He immediately turns his head to his right, Jeongguk drinking the whole shot in one go. He places the shot glass on the table, clean and empty.

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The whole room fell silent, then it followed with teasing.

“Oooohhhhhh what a sight!” Seokjin laughs out loud as they clap for Jeongguk’s act. The whole group started teasing the two, getting giddy and happy.

“Why did you–” Jimin whispers as he leans towards Jeongguk.

“I saw how hesitant you were, I can handle my alcohol well,” Jeongguk dismisses it like it's nothing. “Don't worry, okay?”

Jimin feels his cheek heat up in embarassment. His heart fluttered against his chest, feeling uncomfortable at what he's feeling.

Why did my heart flutter?

Jimin is trying hard to deny it. He steals a glance from Jeongguk, admiring his handsome face. He suddenly turns away when Jeongguk also looks at him.

Jimin takes his glass of pepsi, drinking it to pretend that he's not looking. But he knew deep inside Jeongguk saw him, and he's still looking at him.

He hated how his heart fluttered on the act. He hated how his mind nowadays only filled with thoughts of Jeongguk. He looked forward to every single day, being with Jeongguk and shooting countless of scenes with him.

He surely would miss it.

Jimin tenses as he felt Jeongguk extend his left arm, settling on the backrest of Jimin’s seat. Jeongguk is still smiling, taking a sip of his beer and joining the conversation of the group.

Jimin, on the other hand, just smiled. He nods and laughs along, but he couldn't dismiss the fact that he's still thinking about Jeongguk.

It starts to sink in when the group finally bids their farewell, marking the end of their shoot.

Jimin knew this would he the last time he'd be with Jeongguk, and the next would he the premiere night.

He never wished for time to fly to be with Jeongguk again.

—

Premiere night was successful.

Reporters and photographers lined up to take a full photo of the cast, camera lights flickering across the room. Jimin posed and smiled for the camera, as Jeongguk did the same. They answered questions from reporters with ease, gaining massive attention from the public.

Jimin was posted all over social media, praising for his youthful and innocent charms. He wore an oversized loose-fitting black draped shirt with a dark sheer shirt underneath that made it semi-transparent around the shoulders and upper chest. He wore silver necklaces that compliments his outfit, wore his hair straight down that relaxes on his shoulders. In contrast with Jeongguk’s bold and indulgent visuals, wearing a black top with a black blazer, and hair slicked back. The public praised that their chemistry was one of a kind.

The whole team was escorted to H. Bar in Seoul, Seokjin’s usual go-to bars for the whole cast and production team to celebrate after a successful premiere night.

The bar appears upscale, the soft warm tones contribute to the bar’s elegant and cozy ambience. The back bar appears elegant, lined with various alcohol bottles and each are sectioned with dark arched frames with glowing lights illuminating the edges of the frame. A bar countertop sits there with bar stools lined in front, with a bartender tending to customers behind the bar.

The whole production team filled the place, occupying the seats except for the bar stools. They settled on the black individual couches that scattered across the bar, with low tables to place their drinks and snacks to go with as they talked and laughed, enjoying the night after weeks and months of hard work.

Jimin decides to sit all by himself on the bar counter, sipping his margarita while he texts Taehyung. Taehyung kept on bombarding him with messages on how the premiere night went, who were the other celebrities Jimin encountered and asked for photos.

Jimin smiles at how supportive his best friend is.

He downs his last drop of margarita, staying on the bar stool as he continues to message Taehyung.

He notices a presence sliding onto the vacant bar stool beside him, draping his blazer down on the backrest. Jimin glances to his side, seeing a whole arm full of tattoos. It only meant one thing—Jeongguk sat beside him.

He looks straight, not trying to be obvious that he felt Jeongguk’s presence right beside him. He wanted to enjoy his night alone, his social battery basically draining him off after greeting and entertaining various people who made a name for themselves in the entertainment industry. Jimin only managed to smile and nod, when other veteran actors and producers give him advice on his career, thinking to himself that he did not ask for any advice but he'll take it anyway.

He notices Jeongguk looking at him with a smile on his face, obviously teasing him. Jimin cursed at himself for being to too obvious for avoiding him, especially when they both sat together in the theatre and Jeongguk would sometimes accidentally—or maybe, intentionally brush their legs together at some scenes.

“Are you enjoying?” Jeongguk asks, nodding at the glass of margarita that Jimin just finished. “How about I'll buy you a drink to celebrate?”

“Oh, I don't know if I can handle alcohol really well,” Jimin sheepishly rejects Jeongguk, his body and cheeks feeling hot. He notices that the little amount of alcohol in his margarita is kicking into his system.

“I insist,” Jeongguk calls the bartender's attention, ordering two whiskeys for the both of them. Jeongguk especially requests for a low alcoholic content for Jimin with a sweet undertone every after sip so that Jimin wouldn't have to go home tripping himself from drunkenness.

Shortly after, the bartender hands them the drink and smiles at them, congratulating them for the success of their film. They both say thank you and clank their whiskey glasses for quiet cheers before taking a sip.

“I really liked our scene, you know, that scene” Jeongguk says, Jimin almost spits his drink out of his mouth. Jeongguk notices it as he takes a napkin on the counter, handing it out to him. “You okay?”

Jimin takes it gladly, subtly glaring at him. He dabs his lips dry, folding the napkin on his hand as he puts them on the counter.

“Yeah, that scene was quite the selling point,” Jimin agrees. He takes the glass of whiskey onto his lips, sipping once, and twice, trying to keep himself busy so Jeongguk wouldn't continue the conversation. He tenses at the taste of the whiskey, placing the glass again on the counter, licking his lips.

“You know what made it so natural?” Jeongguk places his elbow on the counter top, his hand curled into a fist and he rests his cheek on his fist. He turns his body to the left, finally facing Jimin.

Jimin glances at him and then looks straight back in front of him—seeing both of their reflections at the mirror where all the alcohol bottles are lined up for display. He squeezes the glass of whiskey before bringing it to his lips again, trying so hard to pretend that his heart isn't hammering against his chest.

“What is it?” Jimin asks, taking three whole sips before he starts to feel dizzy, closing his eyes tight for two seconds before placing it on the counter top.

Jeongguk abandons his drink on the counter and leans towards Jimin, his lips near his ear. Jimin feels his hot breath tickling his ear, tightening his grasp on the glass of whiskey. He feels the droplets of condensation from the glass trickle down his palms, although he knows they’re already sweaty from nervousness. The close proximity only makes him dizzier, intoxicated by Jeongguk’s scent—a mix of perfume and sweat.

“What if I told you I wasn't acting during that scene at all?”

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Jimin’s head turned towards Jeongguk, their faces inches apart. He felt Jeongguk’s hand on top of his’, wrapping the whole glass of whisky. Jimin’s breaths got heavier, a ghost of Jeongguk’s lips almost pressed against his’ due to the close proximity.

“Are you saying you got hard when you rubbed against me?”

Jeongguk closed the distance quickly, a soft, wet kiss on Jimin’s lips. Jeongguk licked his lips and smirked.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk admitted.

Jimin was dumbfounded. He just felt a quick kiss on the lips. He didn't know if it was the liquor but he wanted more. He needed more of Jeongguk’s lips.

He knew no one else in the bar saw them. The production crew had their own things going on. He knew no one would even care if they saw them kissing at the bar stool. Even the bartender wouldn't care, busy mixing up drinks for the other people in the bar.

Jimin’s eyes darted to Jeongguk’s lips, biting down his own before leaning forward, pressing his lips against his’.

And Jimin pulled away.

“Can we…” Jimin swallows a lump on his throat, choking on his own words.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

Jimin shut his eyes tight. He inhales deeply before opening his eyes again, his eyes lustful and glimmered with hope.

“Can we do it?”

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle, letting go of Jimin’s hand. He faces the table, both of his arms on top of it. He takes his own glass of whisky, swirling the contents inside with a diluted mix of whiskey and watered down ice before bringing it against his lips, sipping down.

“You're drunk. Alcohol’s doing the talking, kiddo,” Jeongguk points out, licking his lips before placing the glass back on the table. “I don't want you to forget everything the next day.”

“Then take me home,” Jimin says, leaving Jeongguk shocked. “Take me home, and when I wake up, let's do it.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “You're a persistent little baby, aren't you?”

Jimin whined. “P-Please?”

Jeongguk finishes his whole glass of whisky in one gulp. He fishes his wallet in his pockets, slipping bills on the counter.

“Come on, I'll take you home,” Jeongguk stands up, taking his coat from the chair. Jimin practically jumps off of his seat, almost stumbling down but Jeongguk manages to grab his arm before he stumbles onto the floor.

“Oopsies,” Jimin bursts in a fit of giggles. “I almost fell!”

Jeongguk scoffed. He smothers off the wrinkles of his coat, draping it down onto Jimin’s shoulders. Jimin’s eyes widened, blushing at the sweet gesture.

“It's cold outside,” Jeongguk tells him. “Come on, I'll call my driver and take you home.”

“Your home, pleaseee?”

Jeongguk sighs in defeat, pinching the bridge of his nose. He couldn't contain his smile either. Drunk Jimin is cute.

Jeongguk takes out his phone, calling his driver to come pick him up. After agreeing with his driver, he approaches both of their managers that they’ll be going home. Both of their managers agreed, telling them that they both should go to rest and keep safe on the ride home. Jeongguk’s manager reminds him of their upcoming schedules next week, telling him to enjoy his free week to rest and recharge.

The driver rings Jeongguk, telling him that he's already out at the back entrance, as agreed. No crowds, just guards who knew what to do for them to arrive safely in the car, driving off to his home to finally rest.

Except that, Jimin’s with Jeongguk.

Jimin’s arm linked against Jeongguk’s, each step made it hard for him to walk and balance himself. The alcohol made him too drunk, even giggling out loud whenever their foot got caught up while walking. They enter the elevator with a little bit of struggle, Jimin leaning on Jeongguk for support. His eyes half-open, babbling nonsense about how much he wanted to smell Jeongguk’s scent and make it into an essential oil so he could smell him at his home the whole time.

This, though, Jeongguk didn't mind. Jimin looked cute and adorable when drunk. His personality changed in a snap. At first, he was flirty and all over him, wanting to sleep with Jeongguk. Next, he's like a teenager who can't handle his alcohol and got drunk for the first time.

By the time the elevator doors swung open, right on cue, a black Cadillac Escalade was waiting just in front of the back entrance.

Jeongguk opens the back door for Jimin, placing his hand on the top of the door, guiding Jimin inside without trying to bump his own head.

Jeongguk follows in the car, settling right beside Jimin. Jimin leans towards Jeongguk, his head pressed against his shoulders.

Jeongguk stiffened as he felt Jimin snuggle closer, his eyes tied shut, humming along the music playing in the car.

“Comfy,” Jimin whispers.

Jeongguk couldn't help but smile. Jimin already earned a soft spot in his heart. As someone who's been in the industry for God knows how long, he always made a vow to himself that he'll never fall in love with his co-star. All of this is business. He always kept it professional, every intimate scene he's acted on, he never felt anything else. Watching his own intimate scenes during premiere nights, he never felt something else. He only applauded and felt proud that scenes turned out to be great because of his pure acting skills and as well as the editing skills of the production crew.

Yet, with Jimin, it felt perfect. It felt natural.

The way Jimin acted— it was passionate. Ever scene when they locked eyes, Jeongguk felt the tension in the air. It wasn't acting, it felt real.

He wanted to indulge in Jimin. He wanted to stare into his deep dark eyes who he assumed captured all of the stars in the sky because of how sparkly and full of passion it holds. He couldn't get enough of his lips— it tasted so sweet, so soft, he could savour it as long as he wanted to. His skin’s so delicate and soft, he wanted to touch it, feel it, inhale his sweet scent that drives him crazy.

“Jeongguk-ssi,” Jimin calls out, his chin on Jeongguk’s shoulder. Jeongguk turns his head to the left, their eyes locked.

“What is it, Jimin-ah?”

Jimin purses his lips into a tight line. His half lidded eyes makes him look cuter. Makes Jeongguk want to pinch his cheeks and let him sleep on his lap.

“I'm sorry, am I bothering you?” Jimin asks shyly, his cheeks with a red tint.

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle. “No, you're not. Just close your eyes, we're almost there.”

“To where?”

“My home.”

“Are you sure you're okay with it?”

“Jimin, I want this too.”

Jimin couldn't contain his smile, his eyes turned to crescents. “I'm glad you wanted it too.”

Jimin didn't waste a minute before pressing his lips against Jeongguk, in which Jeongguk immediately responded. He cupped Jimin’s cheeks, caressing him with his thumb.

He licked Jimin’s lower lip, asking for entrance. Jimin slightly opened his mouth and Jeongguk didn't waste a second to explore his mouth with his tongue. The second their tongues meet, Jeongguk couldn't help but taste and suck his tongue in.

Jimin released a soft, squeaky moan on his lips, gasping for air. Jeongguk chuckled under his breath, tilting his head to the side to taste more of Jimin.

Jeongguk couldn't help but think that he tasted so sweet. It was addicting. This was what he tasted during the intimate scenes of the movies. He waited for this moment for months.

“But I won't touch you tonight, Jimin-ah,” Jeongguk’s voice was stern. He didn't want to take advantage of Jimin being drunk, not like this. He wants Jimin to consent to this with a sound mind, not driven by alcohol.

“B-But—”

“No buts,” Jeongguk shuts him up with another kiss, his hands trail to Jimin’s hips. He gently squeezes it, tryIng so hard to contain his excitement. He felt Jimin’s gasp against his lips, clearly enjoying being held by his hips. “You're such a naughty kid.”

Jimin stares at him again, his eyes trying hard not to droop and close. “It's your fault. You rubbed your—hic—crotch against me too hard. You looked at me with so much lust in your eyes.” Jimin hiccups. “You kissed me so tenderly and—hic—you touch me like you memorize every inch of my body. You knew where to touch me.”

The car pulled up to a stop, the driver announcing that they both arrived at Jeongguk’s garage. Jeongguk opened the car door, stepping out before helping Jimin up, his legs still wobbly.

The garage was spacious and neat. It had high ceilings and wide concrete floors, with enough room to comfortably fit several cars. A dark-colored car was parked along one side.

A door at the far end led into the house.

Compared to the garage, the interior had a warmer and cozier feel. The house had a modern and minimalist design. Walls painted with neutral colors, dark wood accents, and warm lighting that softened the otherwise clean lines of the space. The living room opened into a small kitchen, a large sofa faced the television by the living room, while a few plants and paintings lined up on the walls.

Jeongguk guided Jimin into his room, which was situated at the far right end of his home.

Jimin slumps onto Jeongguk’s bed, still on his outside clothes. He doesn't speak, and Jeongguk just watches him sleep. He smiles at his peaceful face, his cheeks tinted with pink—asian flush from drunkenness.

Jeongguk gets up from the bed, pulling out some comfortable clothes for Jimin to wear. He also prepared some warm soapy water with a towel soaked on it to just clean Jimin’s face and arms, before helping him to change his clothes.

Jeongguk didn't want to touch him anywhere inappropriate, no way. Sure, admittedly Jeongguk did jerk off every night just thinking about Jimin and that scene but he wasn't going to abuse it. Especially knowing that Jimin wanted him too.

He wanted it to be perfect.

Jeongguk finishes changing Jimin’s clothes, hearing him whisper in his sleep.

“J-Jeongguk…”

Jeongguk pauses for a while, a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for changing my clothes,” Jimin’s voice is above a whisper but Jeongguk still heard it.

Jeongguk settles on the side of the bed and leans forward to kiss his forehead.

“Good night princess, let's just talk again tomorrow,” Jeongguk whispers as he gets up, pulling the duvet covers to drape onto Jimin, covering him. Jeongguk decides to clean up, change and settle on his couch, not wanting to wake Jimin up, startled.

—

Jimin squints his eyes as a ray of sunshine peeks through the curtains, hitting his face. He mumbles beneath the duvet, inhaling an unfamiliar scent of laundry detergent and fabric conditioner. The pillows also feel soft and fluffy, giving him a good night’s sleep.

Jimin notices that his hair is undone, and his clothes are larger than what he usually wears. It’s a large white knitted sweater that hangs right in the middle of his thighs, the sleeves too wide, leaving his shoulders exposed. Yet, it’s comfortable to sleep in, considering he woke up at 11 a.m.

That’s when it hits him.

He immediately sits up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He blinks rapidly, his eyesight adjusting as he tries to see clearly.

This isn’t my room.

This isn’t my bed.

These aren’t my clothes.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain crashes through his head.

“What the—where am I?” Jimin’s hands on his head, massaging it to hopefully make the pain go away.

His last memory was of Jeongguk slipping beside him on the barstool, buying him a drink. They talked and laughed until he started flirting with Jeongguk.

“Can we do it?”

Jimin screams into the duvet, trying to muffle his screams. His face feels hot; he’s beyond embarrassed.

He can’t believe he asked Jeongguk, right then and there, if he wanted to have sex with him.

“Wait, we didn't… possibly sleep together, right?” Jimin ponders.

The door flies open, revealing Jeongguk. Jimin can't help but become mesmerized by how simple Jeongguk actually looks at home.

He wears a black Dri-FIT Nike shirt with a white checkmark on the upper left side of his chest, paired with camo shorts. He looks simple. God, he looks so handsome, even bare-faced. Jimin has never seen Jeongguk like this before. Especially during shootings and events, when they catch glimpses of each other and even interact, Jeongguk always has a great sense of style.

For some reason, Jimin feels a spark of excitement within him. He’s never felt so excited to see Jeongguk like this.

It’s like he’s invading something that isn’t accessible to everybody. Just being able to see him and be with him in his room makes Jimin beyond excited.

“Are you okay? I heard you scream.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow in concern.

“What happened last night?” Jimin asks slowly, trying to ignore the excitement igniting inside him. He knows that if he squeaks, it’ll be a dead giveaway because he knows he can’t control his excitement. Ever.

“Except that you were all over me, drunk and almost stumbling down the hallways? You slept like a baby.”
Jimin groans in embarrassment. He just did not get drunk and been taken care of by his co-star, but he admittedly got all over him and couldn't shut his damn mouth about how much he wanted him.

No doubt, Jimin really did want him. Thinking about him alone in his room, his clothes on the side of his bed and touching himself, moaning his name, imagining him on top of him just taking it slow yet hard when they both reach their climax.

Jimin hesitates for a second before finally opening his mouth, asking a very essential question that kept lingering at the back of his mind ever since he woke up.

“Did I, did we…” He almost choked on his words, but Jeongguk figured it out almost instantly.

“No, you slept here in my bedroom. I slept on the couch. I'm pretty sure you'd be shocked if I slept beside you, right?”

“Did you… dress me up?” Jimin says, spreading his arms wide to show the sweater that he was wearing.

“Yeah, I'd rather not sleep with my outside clothes but don't worry, I didn't touch you except that I cleaned you up and gave you comfortable clothes.”

“Oh, thank you.”

There was a long pause. It was deafening. Jimin felt awkward, an overwhelming urge to speak up and fill up the space between them.

“Say, um, thank you for taking care of me,” Jimin manages to say.

“That's no problem, I also couldn't risk leaving you behind there,” Jeongguk leans on the door frame, crossing his arms. “You might start flirting with someone else.”

Jimin couldn't help but blush. It was embarrassing to have your co-star take care of you while you're drunk. Yet, Jimin couldn't control the flutter in his heartbeats on how gentlemanly Jeongguk was towards him.

Never took advantage of him being drunk despite him practically begging to sleep together.

“Was I really drunk last night?” Jimin finally manages to ask.

“You were. You were a handful.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's alright. I can't really blame a 22-year old kid who still can't handle alcohol,” Jeongguk chuckles. “Really, you should've taken it slow. But you're cute when you're drunk.”

Jimin’s grip tightens on the pillow, biting his bottom lip.

“Would you believe me when I said that it's my first time getting drunk?”

“What?”

“I do go by the good boy image but deep inside I really am. I'm more inexperienced with a lot of stuff but except for acting. I don't know, I just like being chill.”

“Inexperienced with a lot of stuff,” Jeongguk repeats. He starts walking towards Jimin, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jimin gulps, watching Jeongguk scoot closer to him. “With a lot of things.”

“Like what?”

“I’m a virgin,” Jimin suddenly admits, and he's starting to punch himself in his mind as to why he blurted those words out.

Did he want Jeongguk to know? Is he suggesting something? He knew how much he wanted Jeongguk but just them alone in the room just gives him goosebumps.

His eyes widen as he watches Jeongguk’s eyes turn dark and serious. He scoots towards Jimin, finally face to face with him.

“So you're saying those pretty lips have never wrapped themselves around a dick before?”

Jimin holds his breath as Jeongguk leans towards him, staring intently into his eyes. He tries to avoid his gaze, his eyes desperately trying to find an object to stare at the room.

It was intense. His breath shaky, he fumbles with the duvet covers to subtly find a little bit of ease with the tension.

The air was kind of hard to breathe into because of how thick it felt. Jeongguk’s stare really could make everything feel different.

Jeongguk curses under his breath, as if trying to keep his composure. “Do you really want this?” He gestures between the two of them. “Just say the word, and I won’t hold myself back. Are you ready?”

Jimin finally looks at him. He swallows the lump in his throat.

“I want it.”

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Jeongguk smirks. His hand finds its way to Jimin’s cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb. With his other hand, he tucks Jimin’s loose strands of hair behind his ear, finally getting a clear view of his whole face.

“Good. I’ve been waiting since last night. God, you don’t know how much you kept kissing me last night,” Jeongguk whispers, his lips only centimeters away from Jimin’s. Jimin can feel his warm breath against his lips.

Jimin’s eyes drift toward Jeongguk’s lips until he nearly goes cross-eyed. He wets his own lips with his tongue before his gaze darts back to Jeongguk’s. His eyes practically scream with desperation and hope.

“Sir, can you kiss me again?”

Jeongguk scoffs, his free hand settling on the hem of Jimin’s sweater. “I don’t want to be called sir.”

Jimin practically whines. “Please kiss me, daddy.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses under his breath. “That’s what I want.”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. He crashes his lips against Jimin’s, immediately finding their rhythm. Jimin kisses him back without hesitation, a soft moan escaping against Jeongguk’s lips.

Jeongguk’s hands trail down to Jimin’s hips, pulling him closer and settling him onto his lap without ever breaking the kiss.

His lips eventually trail from Jimin’s jaw to his neck, and Jimin tilts his head back, exposing more of his skin.

A soft moan escapes Jimin as Jeongguk lingers against his neck. Jimin’s fingers find their way into Jeongguk’s hair, tugging gently as if to make it clear that he likes it.

“You like this? Hmm?” Jeongguk hums against his neck, his warm breath tickling Jimin’s skin.

“Y-Yes, daddy,” Jimin confirms, still feeling the lingering warmth of Jeongguk’s lips against his neck.

A faint red mark begins to bloom on Jimin’s neck, and Jeongguk instinctively presses a kiss to it.

“Mine,” Jeongguk mutters under his breath. “I’ve marked you.”

“More,” Jimin pleads. “Mark me more. Make me yours. I want you.”

Jeongguk smirks and buries his face against Jimin’s neck. “What’s the magic word?”

“P-Please, daddy. Please. Make me yours,” Jimin begs.

Jeongguk lets out a quiet curse, his voice rough with restraint. He continues pressing kisses along Jimin’s neck, trailing slowly toward his shoulders. He tugs down Jimin’s sleeve, exposing the smooth skin beneath.

His skin is so fair and soft that Jeongguk can barely resist leaving more marks behind.

“Your skin is so soft,” Jeongguk hums against his shoulders. “So pretty. I want to put in more.”

“P-Please,” Jimin breathes out, his hands finding their way to the back of Jeongguk’s head, his hair strands falling in between his fingers, tugging them slightly. “Fuck, it feels good.”

“Really?” Jeongguk sucks another red spot on his shoulder, planting sloppy kisses on each red spot. “We’re still not in the best part. Do you want to stop here?”

“I-I…”

Jimin’s words made Jeongguk pause. He studied Jimin’s flushed face for a moment, as though trying to read the nervousness behind his expression. The confidence in Jimin’s voice seemed to waver at the edges, betraying just how much this moment meant to him.

Jeongguk brushed his thumb gently along Jimin’s thigh, his expression softening.

“It’s really your first time?”

Jimin’s teeth sank deeper into his plump bottom lip. He could feel heat pooling in his stomach, mixed with arousal and nervousness.

“Yes, sir.”

“I told you to call me daddy,” Jeongguk growled under his breath, squeezing Jimin’s thigh. “What does my baby want?”

“Fuck me, daddy,” Jimin breathed out. “Fuck me for real. No prosthetics, no acting, no cameras. Just you and me in bed, in private.”

“You really sure? Because I won't be able to hold myself back,” Jeongguk pushes.

“Yes. I’m very sure.”

Jeongguk nods, kissing Jimin again. Jimin gasps at his hot breath, leaning in to taste Jeongguk again. It felt too good.

Jimin couldn't stop himself from feeling Jeongguk’s bulging length underneath his shorts against his’, instinctively rubbing it. Jeongguk gasps against his lips, both of his hands trail onto Jimin’s ass and doesn't hesitate to slap both of them at once. The sharp sound of slapping echoed across the room, Jimin gasping at the contact.

“Like that, baby girl?” Jeongguk whispers in between kisses. “M, ‘so perfect for me.” Jeongguk pulls Jimin by the hips closer, both of them feeling each other down there.

Jimin doesn't hesitate to move his hips as he rubs himself against Jeongguk, moaning at each other's lips as he feels Jeongguk getting harder.

“You kiss so good,” Jimin whispers. “Never kissed anyone like this.”

“Mmm, daddy doesn't like it when you talk about other people,” a hint of jealousy in Jeongguk's voice. “Gonna fuck you til you can't remember anything, not even your name.”

Jeongguk lifts the hem of Jimin’s shorts, slowly inserting his hand to get a better grip of his inner thigh. Jimin lets out a soft moan, being touched like this just makes his head spin.

“I can't believe you've never been touched before,” Jeongguk says, squeezing his inner thigh. “You're so beautiful, you taste so good, what the fuck? They're missing out.”

Jimin reaches for the hem of the sweater he's wearing, slowly lifting it up and tossing it to the side. His bare chest now showing, his waist and curves finally showing. Jeongguk’s hands immediately grips the tiniest part of his waist, squeezing it softly. Jeongguk couldn't resist but to start inhaling the scent of him and kissing his chest.

“Beautiful, fuck,” Jeongguk curses under his breath. “Just imagine how I held myself back last night while changing you to comfortable clothes.”

“Such a gentleman,” Jimin teases, a soft moan escapes his lips once Jeongguk starts to kiss his left nipple, licking and sucking it. “Oh, fuck.”

Jeongguk doesn't ignore his right nipple, massaging it with his hand and squeezing it between his fingers. It sent a jolt of electrifying sensation in Jimin, moaning even louder.

“Fuck, w-was I too loud?” Jimin gasps at the burning sensation.

“Mm, too soft,” Jeongguk comments. “I'm gonna make you scream.”

Jimin couldn't take it. It was too much. Too good. He couldn't think straight from how good it felt.

Jimin’s hands trail to Jeongguk’s shirt, tugging at the hem. He whines, begging for Jeongguk to take it off.

Jeongguk’s hand is on his neck, pulling his shirt off of his head in one swoop, exposing his toned chest and defined arms. His tattoo on his right arm is fully visible. It made Jimin’s mouth water from the sight. He places his hands on Jeongguk’s chest, squeezing and gasping at how toned and hard it is.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up,” Jimin blushes. “I… I have a confession to make.”

“Mhm, what is it sweetheart?”

“I…” Jimin starts. “I fucked myself with my fingers in front of a mirror when I saw you post that shirtless video of yourself.” His voice barely audible, only above a whisper.

“You what?” Jeongguk smirks, obviously he heard it. “Can you repeat that?”

“I fucked myself with my fingers in front of a mirror when I saw you post that shirtless video of yourself.”

Jeongguk lifts Jimin up, gently placing Jimin on his back against the mattress. Jeongguk gets in between his legs, pushing them apart.

“You fucked yourself in front of the mirror with your fingers? Come on, show me how,” Jeongguk growls. “Pretend that I'm the mirror, watching you.”

Jimin couldn't help it but oblige. He starts pulling the waist band of his shorts, alongside with his panty. He purposely squeezes his thighs shut as his shorts are at his ankle.

Jeongguk scoffs, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Move,” Jeongguk suddenly pulls Jimin’s shorts off his ankle. Placing his two hands on each of Jimin’s thighs, he pushes them apart. Yet Jimin places both of his hands on his pussy, covering it.

“S-Shy,” Jimin squirms. “I can't.”

“Where was your confidence ten minutes ago, huh?” Jeongguk smirks, placing his hand on top of Jimin’s. “Come on now, pretend that I'm a mirror. Pretend that you're thinking about me in your dark, lonely room, your pussy squelching from each of your thrust and orgasm when you imagine your fingers as my dick.”

Jimin hesitates for a while. He hates himself for admitting that he touched himself while thinking of Jeongguk, but it was too late.

He got so confident in saying yes, to fucking Jeongguk. But, that's all he ever wanted these days. He couldn't ignore the fact that he wanted him. Jeongguk wanted him too.

With that, Jimin slowly removes his hand off his pussy, now completely in full view.

“Wow,” Jeongguk says in amusement. “So plump and clean. So wet… wait, you shaved?”

Jimin couldn't help but blush. “I… always shave when I have a schedule with you.”

“You what?” Jeongguk asks in disbelief.

“I always shave,” Jimin repeats. “Just in case.”

“Just in case,” Jeongguk repeats. “Of what?”

“I… Get to fuck you.”

Jeongguk growls, clutching his bulge underneath his shorts. “Go, do it. Fuck yourself. Let me watch you.”

Jimin’s hands trail on his pussy, feeling the wet gushing on his fingers. He bites his bottom lip as he starts playing with his labia, inserting his finger in between its lips and squeezes his finger between his pussy tightly, showing how tight he would be if Jeongguk was rubbing his cock against his pussy.

“Fuck,” Jimin hears Jeongguk curse under his breath, shifting on the bed as he removes his own shorts and briefs, finally revealing is cock.

It was big. Hard. Long.

Jimin doesn't know if he could take him whole.

He watches Jeongguk wrap his hand on his own length, pumping it fast.

“Ignore me, come on, let me watch you.”

Jimin obliges. He starts to rub his clit using his finger, massaging it in circular motions. Jimin lets out a soft gasp when he inserts his finger inside his whole, slowly thrusting himself inside.

Jeongguk curses under his breath, still pumping his hard cock, watching him. Jimin felt too embarrassed, both of them touching themselves and watching each other.

Jimin inserts another finger inside him, not stopping rubbing his clit. He gasps at the thickness, whining as he thrusts his fingers in. He feels his pussy pulsating from the sensation, his own wetness dripping on Jeongguk’s bed. He thrusts inside him faster, squelching noises echoing against the corners of the room.

“F-Fuck,” Jimin breathes out, biting his bottom lip as he watches Jeongguk still playing with his cock.

“Another finger,” Jeongguk instructs. “Faster.”

“I-I can't,” Jimin gasps. “Too big.”

“How are you going to take me if you can't take your fingers?” Jeongguk scoffs in disbelief. “Loosen yourself up for me baby, or do you want me to loosen you up?”

Jimin doesn't hesitate to insert his third finger, whining at how full he gets. He starts thrusting himself faster as he gets used to his length, shutting his eyes tight.

“M’ close,” Jimin whines, his waist lifting up as he rubs his clit faster, his thrusting pace quickens.

Jimin could already feel his orgasm coming. His breaths got heavier, his stomach pooling in excitement.

“So slow,” Jeongguk finally yanks Jimin’s hands off of him, pushing both of his ass cheeks up, his ankles right beside his head. Jeongguk inserts both of his fingers inside Jimin, thrusting hard and fast.

“O-Oh, fuck!” Jimin screams, his eyes almost turning white from rolling his eyes back. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Gonna pound into you this fast, baby girl,” Jeongguk says as he lowers himself down, sniffing on Jimin’s pussy. “Smells so sweet.”

“J-Jeongguk, I-I–”

“Hmm? Dropping the honorifics now?”

“D-Daddy, fuck,” Jimin whining. “Good, feels so good.”

Jeongguk starts to lick Jimin’s clit, earning a shiver from the younger man. Jeongguk licks and sucks on him, still continuing to thrust his fingers inside him. “So wet for me.”

Jeongguk’s fingers glisten even more every time he pulls his fingers out to see Jimin’s wetness. Jimin already made the sheets wet from fingering himself alone.

Jeongguk straightens, inserts his wet fingers into his own mouth, licking and sucking it dry.

“So sweet,” Jeongguk licks his fingers one last time. “I'll let you taste it.”

Jeongguk inserts two of his fingers again, thrusting into Jimin. Jimin screams from the sensation.

He wants Jeongguk to stop. But he wants Jeongguk to continue.

Too good.

Jeongguk pulls his finger out of Jimin, cowering on top of him. With his spare hand, he places it on Jimin’s cheek, caressing his cheek with his thumb before placing it on his bottom lip, tugging it open.

“Say ah,” Jeongguk says, Jimin obeys. He opens his mouth and Jeongguk inserts his finger into Jimin’s mouth. “Taste yourself.”

Jimin starts licking and sucking on Jeongguk’s finger.

“Fuck, you're too beautiful,” Jeongguk says as he thrusts his fingers into Jimin’s mouth. “Can't wait to see your lips in between my cock.”

Jimin whines at his remarks, unable to speak. He sucks onto Jeongguk’s fingers dry, before Jeongguk pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

Jeongguk lies down beside Jimin, his back on his mattress. He pulls Jimin closer to him.

“Sit on my face. I can't get enough of your pussy, so addicting.”

Jimin obeys immediately. He scoots over to Jeongguk’s side, swinging his leg onto the other side of Jeongguk. He crawls on top of him, both of his knees now on the sides of Jeongguk’s head.

Jeongguk grips Jimin’s thigh, and his other hand started touching the lips of his pussy. Jimin bites his own hand, loving the sensation of Jeongguk rubbing his finger against his pussy before pressing his clit.

“So wet,” Jeongguk says, his former free hand now gripping on Jimin’s other thigh. “Sit. Sit like a good puppy.”

“I-I might suffocate you.”

Jeongguk scoffs, pulling Jimin down. He feels Jeongguk’s lips brush against his pussy, and his nose right in front of his clit.

“Smells so good,” Jeongguk mutters incoherently. He snuggles his nose on Jimin’s clit, sniffing it. “Fuck. Mine. All mine.”

Jimin holds onto the headboard of Jeongguk’s bed for support. He shuts his eyes tight when he felt Jeongguk’s tongue on his pussy, exploring every inch of his skin.

“Ah— fuck,” Jimin gasps, feeling Jeongguk nibbling on each fold of his skin. Jeongguk’s mouth trails to Jimin’s clit, sucking him whole.

“Mmm,” Jeongguk muffled under him. Jimin squirms with pleasure, slowly rubbing himself on Jeongguk’s lips.

“D-Daddy, I—” Jimin sighs when Jeongguk stops sucking his clit, his tongue now slides through Jimin’s hole, inserting it inside.

Jimin couldn't help it but grind himself on Jeongguk’s tongue. He moves his hips forward slowly, then back. Then repeat. He tries to lift himself up and down, Jeongguk’s tongue thrusting against the inside of him.

Jeongguk pulls his tongue out, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist as he sits up. Jimin settles on his lap, and he couldn't ignore that his pussy and Jeongguk’s dick are pressed against each other.

“So delicious,” Jeongguk places his hand on Jimin’s chin, his thumb caressing his bottom lip. “I want something, princess. Is it okay if I ask you this?”

“Y-Yes,” Jimin agrees, his heart hammering against his chest.

“I want”—Jeongguk stops caressing his bottom lip, tugging it open—“your lips wrapped around my cock. Will my princess do that for me?”

“Y-Yes.” Jimin doesn't hesitate to crawl off Jeongguk’s lap, settling between his thighs. He gets on his knees, tying his hair up before leaning forward, finally face-to-face with Jeongguk’s cock.

Jimin notices something shining under the light and slowly takes Jeongguk’s cock in his hands.

“Is this a piercing?”

Jeongguk groans at the touch, Jimin slowly stroking his length and tapping his cock piercing.

“You like it?”

“Never saw one before,” Jimin says, but he suddenly panics. “I mean, in person. Like, both a cock and a piercing—”

“You don't need to explain, princess,” Jeongguk says. “I'll be the one to devirginize your pussy after all. Now, suck.”

Jimin obliges, his tongue first licking the tip. The metallic taste of Jeongguk’s cock piercing lingers on his tongue. His tongue slides down Jeongguk’s length, then slides back up until he reaches the tip.

“Wow,” Jeongguk moans. “What a sight.”

Jimin opens his mouth, taking in Jeongguk’s tip. His plump lips around the tip make Jeongguk hiss, encouraging Jimin to push himself further.

Halfway down Jeongguk’s cock, Jimin gags. Tears spring to his eyes as he suddenly pulls away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jimin apologizes, pumping Jeongguk’s cock as a form of apology.

“You're doing great, princess,” Jeongguk groans as he watches Jimin’s small hands wrapped around his length, pumping it up and down. “Take it slow, no need to rush. We have all day. We can fuck all day.”

What?

Jimin felt a spark of excitement in his stomach. All day.

He could kiss Jeongguk, touch him, feel him all day.

Jimin nodded and took his cock into his mouth again, slowly savoring every inch of skin. He bobbed his head up and down, hearing Jeongguk hiss as he placed his hands on the back of Jimin’s head.

Jeongguk tugged at his hair, pulling just enough to force their eyes to meet.

Jimin looked so sultry. Ruined. Delicious.

Jeongguk couldn’t get enough.

“That’s it, that’s it, princess.” Jeongguk threw his head back. “Fuck, you take me so well. Can’t wait to put it inside you.”

Jimin kept up the rhythm, his pace gradually quickening as he moved. Whenever he needed to gasp for air, he didn’t waste a second, wrapping his tongue around Jeongguk and licking every inch of skin before taking him into his mouth again.

Tears spring in his eyes and blinks it away and starts bobbing his head down, feeling Jeongguk’s grasp on his hair getting tighter.

“Stop,” Jeongguk ordered.

Jimin slowly pulled away with a soft pop.
He caught his breath, licking his lips as his eyes wandered back to Jeongguk’s cock. It was flushed, red, and veiny.

It’s ready.

“What do you want to do?”

Jimin snapped back to his senses. He immediately sat up and looked at Jeongguk, curiosity flashing across his face.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“Position. Missionary? Riding? You decide. I want to make it perfect.”

Aw.

Jimin’s cocky attitude suddenly kicked back in. He crawled onto Jeongguk’s lap and settled there, placing both hands against his cheeks and feeling the warmth radiating from them.

“You’re so sweet,” Jimin said before planting a kiss on his lips. “I want to ride you.”

“Ride. Fuck, yes.” Jeongguk cursed under his breath. “I love that.”

Jimin leans back, taking Jeongguk’s cock on his hand and makes it stand upright, relaxing against his stomach.

Jeongguk stares at it and grips Jimin’s hips, cursing how his cock’s length settled against his stomach. “Wow, fuck. That's how deep I'll get in you.”

Jimin lifted himself slightly, letting Jeongguk guide him into position.

“Are you sure? I have condoms here.”

“I want you to cum inside me.”

Jeongguk curses under his breath, squeezing Jimin’s hips. “Taking it raw for your first time, huh? You're so hot.”

Jimin slowly lowered himself, feeling Jeongguk’s tip enter him. He gasped at the stretch, a whine escaping his lips.

“Big,” was all Jimin managed to say.

“Take it slow, beautiful,” Jeongguk said. “Adjust yourself first. You can sit on me for a while, then move when you’re ready.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck. You’re so tight. So beautiful. What the fuck.”

Jimin’s pussy throbs, his walls tighten as he takes Jeongguk in. He isn't even halfway through, but he felt full.

“You're so tight,” Jeongguk gasps. “So tight for me, princess.”

Jimin holds his breath as he slides down even more, finally taking Jeongguk whole inside him. He wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders, crashing his whole body against him.

“You can stay like that for a while if you're not yet used to me inside you,” Jeongguk whispers in his ear, slowly nibbling his earlobe. “So beautiful, so tight. You feel so good. Do you feel good?”

Jimin nods, a soft “yes” escapes from his lips. Jeongguk was so deep inside him, his walls tightens every time he's reminded of the fact that they have all day to fuck.

It felt good.

Jimin pulls away from the hug, looking at him in his eyes. He stares at Jeongguk’s lips as he licks his own, Jeongguk getting the idea of kissing him as Jimin warms Jeongguk’s cock for a while.

Jeongguk was the first one to break their gap, placing a sweet and soft kiss on Jimin’s lips.

“Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Jeongguk starts, placing his hand on Jimin’s head and starts smothering his hair strands off his face, placing it behind his ears.

“A lot of times, actually.”

“But I'll still tell you that,” Jeongguk pinches Jimin’s cheek, smiling softly at him. “You're beautiful.”

Jimin starts to blush, burying his face into Jeongguk’s neck. “Stop, don't, you're literally inside me and you're getting romantic.”

“Come on, isn't making love romantic?” Jeongguk chuckles. “Come on now princess, move your hips for daddy?”

Jimin starts to move his hips forward and back, grinding onto Jeongguk’s cock.

Jimin pulls away from Jeongguk’s neck, face to face with him. They look at each other as Jimin grinds on him, their breaths getting louder and heavier.

“That feels so good,” Jeongguk breathes out as he shifts his hips up, guiding Jimin as he slowly grinds on him.

Jimin lifts himself up and down, then grinds on him slowly. Jeongguk squeezes his waist tighter, his face turning red due to arousal.

“You feel so good,” Jeongguk says. “So tight for me.”

Jimin tightens his walls as he lifts himself up and down, gradually picking up the pace. Jeongguk curses at his tight, wet and hot walls wrapping around his cock. Jimin thrusts himself against Jeongguk, bouncing on his cock.

Jimin started to getting used to his long and large cock, his thrusts now getting faster. Jeongguk’s breaths getting heavier, their chests heaves up and down rapidly.

Jeongguk tightens his grip on Jimin’s ass, slightly lifting him up.

“I'm sorry I'm going to fuck you now,” Jeongguk says as he lifts his waist, starting to thrust into Jimin.

Jimin’s mouth hung open, whines escaping from his lips. Jeongguk thrusts up and down, gradually getting faster and harder. Squelching noises start to echo in their room with a match of their heavy breaths and Jimin’s whines, Jeongguk feels Jimin’s wetness drip on his thighs at every thrust.

Jeongguk stops thrusting as he lifts Jimin up, turning him around as he pushes Jimin against the full-length window that is the balcony door of Jeongguk’s room. It gives a clear view of Jeongguk’s front porch, and Jimin’s front body and face pressed against it makes Jimin nervous.

“What if I fuck you against the balcony, huh?” Jeongguk pulls on Jimin’s hair tie, his back arching as he moans. “The world would see you as a slut. Someone who got devirginized because he got horny filming a sex scene. Your pretty and innocent face will be ruined.”

“I don't care,” Jimin gasps in between thrusts, pushing himself back to feel Jeongguk’s cock against his pussy. “Just fuck me, pound onto me, I don't care what anyone says just- ah!”

Jeongguk kneels behind Jimin, spreading his ass cheeks as he exposes Jimin’s ass and pussy.

Jeongguk blows cold air on his hole, before sniffing it. “So sweet.” He licks his pussy in one motion, sucking his clit and labia clean, tasting every drop of his wetness.

Jimin squirms at the intensity, pushing his ass back. Jeongguk grips his ass, slapping the cheeks hard as he slurps in him more, before standing up.

Jeongguk lines his cock against Jimin’s hole, thrusting hard against him. Jimin screams at the fast pace of his thrusting, feeling Jeongguk thrusting from behind. Jeongguk occasionally slaps Jimin’s ass cheeks as he pounds on him, leaving red marks on his skin.

It felt too good. So good. Every thrust drove Jimin crazy. He never felt a dick up in his pussy before, he felt so full.

Jeongguk links his arms under Jimin’s armpits, pulling his back against his chest. His hand trails to Jimin’s neck, pressing his palm against his adam's apple.

“How is it? You want that thrill that everyone could see you, naked, taking it from behind?” Jeongguk’s breath tickles Jimin’s ear, causing him to shiver.

“D-Daddy, f-faster—”

“So this slut can talk back huh?” Jeongguk bites his earlobes and he pounds onto Jimin. Jimin screams, huffing hard. “Do you want to see how fucked you look like?”

Jeongguk pulls Jimin onto the bed, settling in front of his full-length mirror. Jeongguk pulls Jimin onto his lap, facing the mirror.

“Ride me again, facing the mirror. You'll see how ruined you look,” Jeongguk says as Jimin lifts himself up, aligning Jeongguk’s cock against his hole and sits on it.

Jimin leans back, watching his pussy inhale Jeongguk’s cock as he sits on it completely. Jimin leans back, both of his feet on the bed. He’s basically squatting, thrusting himself on Jeongguk’s cock, watching himself on the mirror.

“Wow,” Jeongguk says as his hands trail on Jimin’s clit, massaging it in circular motions. “Look at you, taking up daddy’s cock real good. And I'm touching your clit, does it feel good?”

Jimin can only manage to nod as he picks up the pace in thrusting himself. The view was too much to take in. He only closed his eyes before, imagining Jeongguk fucking him. Now he's living the reality of feeling Jeongguk inside him, and even touching his clit.

“C-Close,” Jimin whimpers, bouncing on Jeongguk’s cock. “So good.”

“Oh no baby, you feel like peeing?” Jeongguk snuggles his face on Jimin’s neck, placing kisses.

“Y-Yes,” Jimin whines as Jeongguk rubs his clit faster, his hips shift uncomfortably.

“Don't hold yourself back. Release it. Squirt all over me, I don't care. I love it when it's all wet and messy.”

It doesn't take long when Jimin starts releasing liquid gold all over Jeongguk’s legs and bed sheets, shaking over his orgasm. His legs felt weak and Jeongguk took over. He starts thrusting on Jimin at the same position, his breaths and thrusting pace gets faster.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jimin gasps over his orgasm, overstimulated.

Jeongguk’s vision turns white as he thrusts deep in Jimin, releasing all his white cum inside him.

“Holy shit,” Jeongguk breathes out as he stays inside Jimin. “Warm my cock for me baby?”

Jimin nods as Jeongguk places kisses on his shoulder.

“Look at you in the mirror, so beautiful, right?” Jeongguk points at the mirror, seeing Jimin’s hair messy and his face red. Jimin’s exposed pussy in full view on how he inhaled Jeongguk’s cock inside him, silky white liquid dripping out of his pussy.

“That was,” Jimin catches his breath. “Amazing.”

“Really?” Jeongguk smiles against his shoulders. “Want more?”

Jimin doesn't hesitate to nod. “But later, I'm tired.”

Jeongguk only managed to laugh, pulling himself out of Jimin.

“Stay here, I'll clean you up.”

—

Jimin groans on his stomach against his mattress, burying his face into his pillow. He couldn't get his mind off Jeongguk. Not especially today, after Jeongguk had fucked him senseless all day.

Being worried is an understatement. A sense of uncertainty boils in his stomach as he wonders whether that’ll be the first and last time he’ll meet Jeongguk like that. Sure, they still have other interviews together, but is that how it’ll ever be? Back to mere co-workers, or co-stars of their movie?

Jimin rolls onto his back, gripping his phone. He scrolls through the notifications, a spark of hope in his heart as he checks to see if Jeongguk left a message.

None.

He scrolls through social media and sees Jeongguk posting a photo on his Instagram story. He shared a review of their movie, and a smile spreads across Jimin’s lips when he sees it.

Another story comes through—a picture of Jeongguk. He’s wearing a relaxed-fit white shirt and gray pants, with a song added to the story. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to leave a like on it. It wouldn’t mean anything if he did, right? Just supporting his co-star.

Jimin hovers over the song playing. A soft tune plays through his phone’s speakers.

song: DYMTB by The Ridleys

Jimin goes back to the instagram story, staring at Jeongguk’s photo. He felt nothing but admiration with a mix of longingness. He wanted to be there in that photo, sipping coffee on his mug. His fingers hover to the comments from fans, squealing at how handsome Jeongguk looked.

Well, duh.

Jeongguk is handsome. Too handsome. Jimin blushes as he remembered that he saw him whole and bare, having the opportunity to touch, taste and feel him.

A comment captured his attention.

Yo, Jeongguk must be in love. The song choice? Definitely directed to a certain someone.

What?

Jimin pouts, scrolling through the comments section if there's a similar comment. There were loads of similar comments, Jimin couldn't help but get nervous.

What if all his worries were true? If Jeongguk is in love. Then with who?

Jimin ignores the possibility of it being him. He locks his phone, tossing it to the side of his bed. His arms on his forehead, closing his eyes.

He couldn't ignore his thoughts.

A soft notification sound pops up. Jimin immediately scrambles on his bed, taking his phone to check the notification.

A message from Jeongguk.

From: Jeongguk
Are you home? Have a good night’s rest. :)

Jimin suddenly gets up from bed, phone clutched in his hand, pacing back and forth across his room.

Jeongguk just messaged him.

He messaged him.

Jimin jumps and squeals in excitement, just like a teenager who has just received a text from his crush.

All of those worries wash away like a receding tide. Jeongguk’s message is confirmation that what happened between them wasn’t merely a way to satisfy their frustration. He was concerned. He cared enough to reach out.

And somehow, that small realization makes Jimin’s heart flutter all over again.

Jimin hopes this won’t be the last time they meet. After hours of working their asses off to entertain interviewers on one talk show after another, he wants to believe they’ll have more moments like this—quiet ones, away from the cameras and the endless questions.

Jimin looks at Jeongguk’s message once again.

And then he jumps, letting out another little squeal of happiness.

His heart feels like it could practically leap out of his chest.

“Oh, right. Wait. Let’s reply.”

Jimin quickly sits on the edge of his bed, his legs bouncing with barely contained excitement as he starts typing away.

From: Jimin
I'm home. Thank you for today. Have a good night’s rest! :*

Oh god.

“Wait, what the fuck? Why did I send a kissing emoji?” Jimin panics, torn between whether he should send another message to Jeongguk to explain the kissing emoji. His hands shake as he tries to key in a message, but his fingers hover over the call button, immediately prompting a call to Jeongguk.

Jimin practically screams, tapping his phone screen rapidly to end the call. He hopes the call didn’t go through, not notifying Jeongguk of a “missed call” from Jimin.

“Fuck, idiot, what the fuck?” Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and frustratingly pulls at it.

First a kissing emoji, now a call?

Jimin knows he’s doomed.

Shortly after, Jeongguk returns the call. Jimin panics for two seconds before picking it up, bringing the phone to his ear.

“H-Hello?” Jimin squeaks out, biting his fingers in a panic.

“Miss me already, princess?” Jeongguk teases from the other line.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Jimin explains hurriedly. “You might be busy. I’m really sorry.”

“That’s not the response I was hoping for.” Jimin can hear Jeongguk’s disappointment on the other end of the line. He hears a chair being pulled out, which Jimin assumes means Jeongguk is in his dining area. “I miss you.”

Jimin bites his bottom lip, trying so hard not to smile.

“I lied, I'm sorry,” Jimin looked at his hand, he couldn't contain his smile anymore. He breaks into giggles, cheeks heating up. “I miss you too.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Jeongguk asks. “I have a schedule until 3pm, going to shoot for this magazine.”

“I'm free the whole day,” Jimin says. “Not too busy like a veteran actor.”

“Haha, funny,” Jeongguk chuckles on the other line. “What do you say at 5:00pm, dinner?”

“That sounds great,” Jimin punches the air, an inaudible scream escapes through his lips.

“Great. I'll pick you up,” Jeongguk says. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight, sir.”

“Hey, I told you don't call me that.”

“What do you want me to call you? Daddy?”

“Don't make me hard now.”

Jimin breaks into laughter, a little too loud actually.

“Okay, okay,” Jimin says in between laughter, pursing his lips as he hums, thinking of a good name. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Okay,” Jimin settles on one. “I'll hang up once I tell you.”

“Okay princess,” Jeongguk chuckles.

“Good night, love,” Jimin says and he hangs up right away. He drives onto his matress, burying his face onto his pillow. A muffled scream echoes across the room, his heart jumping in pure joy and ecstacy.

A text message lights up on the screen, Jimin doesn't read it right away.

From: Jeongguk
Good night, love. My lovely princess.

—

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, daddy’s gonna love it.”

“Shut up—what the fuck don't call him that.”

“Oh so you're the only one who could call him that after you fucked him.”

Of course, Kim Taehyung knew.

The moment Jimin called Taehyung to pick him up at Jeongguk’s place, Taehyung didn't hesitate to grab his car keys to drive to his best friend.

Of course, Taehyung had to know what's up. But wearing Jeongguk’s clothes and his own clothes inside a paper bag was a dead giveaway.

“You slept with him.”

“God, no, I slept alone and he slept on the couch.”

“I mean you had sex?”

“Fuck, yes, I—”

“Wow congratulations on getting laid for the first time, how did daddy feel?”

“Fuck you.”

That pretty much happened on the drive way back home.

Now, Taehyung is at Jimin’s home. Scurrying away in his walk-in closet, he frantically looks for a perfect date night outfit for his best friend.

He goes through every outfit, pushing each one of them to the side of the clothing rack, until he finally sees something that catches his eye.

Taehyung pulls out a navy blue long-sleeve top with a wide neckline that has a sparkly pattern across the front and lower back. He tosses it to Jimin, along with skinny black jeans that compliments perfectly with the top.

Jimin allows himself to wear the outfit, and once he did, Taehyung does not hesitate to pull the neckline of his shirt to the side, exposing his shoulder. Jimin reacts to it and slaps his hand, dumbfounded. He pulls it up again, covering his shoulder.

“Showing a little bit of skin won't hurt, trust me,” Taehyung says as he pulls it more, exposing his left shoulder. “He's gonna be all over you and might even get a retouch on that red patches on your shoulder.”

“Shut up,” Jimin hisses as he walks towards his vanity table, taking his concealer. “If you want me to wear it like this, help me conceal these red spots.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and takes the concealer off of Jimin’s hands, twisting the cap open. Jimin gathers his loose hair onto his right hand, clamping it. He tilts his head to the side to expose his shoulder and neck for Taehyung.

Taehyung dabs concealer on his fingers before pressing it on Jimin’s shoulder.

“You're lucky I love you,” Taehyung mutters as he dabs the concealer, trying to cover everything up. “Jesus, there's so many.”

“Shut up,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “It felt good.”

“I don't want to hear another word about your sex life, thank you very much,” Taehyung scoffs, focusing on each red spot. He gives a nod of satisfaction when he covers everything up. “Done.”

Jimin grabs his hair tie and hair brush, fixing his hair in front of the mirror. “Do you think a half ponytail would look fine?”

“Wear contacts too, it's a date,” Taehyung grabs Jimin’s contact lenses case and hands it over to him. “So you could see him properly when you fuck.”

“Jesus Christ, we're just going for dinner.”

“And if you two are feeling it?” Taehyung challenges. “Not a chance. Shaved pussy?”

“Always.”

“Good.”

They stare at each other for a while before they burst into fits of laughter, enjoying the moment.

“Thanks,” Jimin says as he ties his hair, leaning forward towards the mirror to fix his curtain bangs. “Couldn't have done it without you.”

Jimin pulls out his drawer and grabs his favorite lip balm, applying some onto his lips. He gives himself a satisfied nod before turning to Taehyung, showing his final fit.

Taehyung hums, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “Turn around for me darling.”

Jimin turns around, and a sharp slap on the ass echoes across the room. Jimin gasps, turning around to slap Taehyung on the shoulder. Taehyung bursts in laughter, tears forming in his eyes.

“What was that for?”

“Your ass. Perfect. I could see it properly,” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows and he earns another smack from Jimin. “Okay, okay! I'm sorry. What time is prince charming picking you up?”

“5 pm,” Jimin says as he takes his phone from the table, swiping it to check for any messages. “Oh, he's nearby.”

“Lucky you,” Taehyung sighs. “Enjoy out there okay? If something goes wrong just text me.”

“Of course,” Jimin grabs one of his shoulder bags, stuffing his valuables inside.

“And maybe one favor?”

Jimin turns to face Taehyung, confused.

“What is it?”

“Can you get me an autograph?”

—

The moment Jimin got out of his house, he saw Jeongguk leaning against the car. He was wearing a white shirt with a gray hoodie and dark navy pants. He surprised Jimin with a bouquet of flowers. Jimin admired how gentlemanly he was and he didn't hesitate to snap a photo of the bouquet.

Taehyung was there to witness the whole moment, starstruck the moment he saw Jeongguk in flesh. Taehyung took the bouquet and promised Jimin that he'll lock up his house when he puts the flowers in the jar and leave. Taehyung even earned a photo with Jeongguk and even an autograph, leaving Taehyung as the happiest best friend in the whole world.

As they enter the car and watched Taehyung disappear into Jimin’s house, Jeongguk didn't waste a second to kiss Jimin on the lips. Jimin smiled against his lips, leaning to the kiss.

“Where do you want to go? Hmm?”

Jimin giggles against Jeongguk’s lips, wrapping his arms around his neck. Jeongguk smiles against his lips, planting rapid small kisses.

“I know somewhere,” Jimin says, looking into his eyes. “But I'm quite embarrassed to take you there.”

Jeongguk pulls away, settling himself on the driver's seat. He pulls his seatbelt, buckling it. “Just let me know, or type in the address in my phone so we could navigate towards there.”

Jimin takes Jeongguk’s phone, typing it in. He couldn't stop smiling, his heart pounding against his chest.

“My family runs a small restaurant downtown,” Jimin says. “Do you like chicken?”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Heck yeah, fried chicken’s my second favorite meal.” Jeongguk starts the engine.

“Oh? What's your favorite?” Jimin asks.

Jeongguk looks at him with a smirk on the face. “You.”

Jimin covers his face, laughing. “What the heck?”

“You asked so I answered,” Jeongguk tsks as he starts driving out of Jimin’s neighborhood, following the map’s instructions.

It was a thirty-minute drive towards Jimin’s parent's neighborhood downtown. The car ride was the liveliest Jeongguk had ever experienced.

Jeongguk used to have silent car rides. His driver never spoke unless they're ready to leave or are already at the destination. Jeongguk would only answer calls related to work, or if Yoongi is losing his mind looking for him.

This ride was different. Jimin was the biggest yapper he ever met.

During work, Jimin’s the most timid and shyest person he met. During sex, Jimin is the most unconfident confident person ever— a description that perfectly fits Jimin that doesn't even make sense.

Now, having Jimin by his side during the drive is a whole new Jimin he knew.

A yapper, noisy, talkative, but cute. He was lively. Jeongguk couldn't help but feel a spark inside his heart, a sense of longingness of having something that fills in the void of his quiet and lonely life.

Never did he imagine in his entire life that a 22-year old kid would turn his life upside down. Sure, he dated other artists here and there but he never asked for a second date. He never clicked, it felt too serious. Yet, Jimin was different. He felt like some spontaneous bursts of energy that he never felt draining.

It was fun. Jimin's fun. Everything felt refreshing.

For some reason, Jimin’s making Jeongguk feel like a kid again. Feeling alive.

Jeongguk takes a turn and in a few meters, they finally arrive at their destination.

The restaurant is conveniently situated in the middle of the bustling streets of the neighborhood, where passerbys could stop by and eat a hearty home cooked meal anytime of the day. The bricked walls with its wide entrance makes the place look inviting, and the building stretches up to three floors—which Jeongguk assumes that the second and third floor belongs to Jimin’s family, his childhood home.

Jimin looks at Jeongguk, telling him to wait.

“Why?”

Jimin fishes his bag, grabbing a pair of sunglasses. He places them on Jeongguk, nodding in satisfaction.

“There, I’m just scared people would notice you,” Jimin says. “They won't really care if I'm here. You're a whole different story.”

Jeongguk nods as Jimin turns to open the car door, but finding out it's still locked. He turned around to face Jeongguk but was taken aback when Jeongguk stole a kiss from Jimin, before unlocking the car.

“Did I startle you?”

Jimin smiles and nods. “Yeah.”

“Sorry,” Jeongguk says. “Couldn't help it.”

Jimin bites his bottom lip, trying to refrain from smiling too wide. He finally opens the door, and is greeted by his mom. They both hug and his mom calls his dad, who came rushing out of the restaurant. They all praise him for the success of the movie.

“Mom, Dad,” Jimin catches their attention as Jeongguk walks towards them, his head low. “I brought someone with me.”

Jimin’s dad and mom pauses, looking at the tall man beside him. They both gasp in surprise, starstruck.

“Hello, Eomma-nim, Appa-nim,” Jeongguk extends his hand. “I'm Jeon Jeongguk.”

“You little—” Jimin’s mom smacks him on the arm. “You should've told us that you're bringing your co-star here and we could've setup the restaurant better!”

“No, no, it's okay,” Jeongguk grins. “It was a spontaneous date. We’ll still enjoy your food.”

“Date?” Jimin’s dad looks at Jimin, questioning.

“Let's all go inside, shall we?” Jimin encourages, pushing his parents inside, ignoring the heat of his cheeks from Jeongguk’s statement.

“What date, are you guys dating?”

“I'll explain everything later. Please, I'm hungry.”

Jimin and Jeongguk settled inside their restaurant, luckily Jimin’s parents decided to have two private rooms built in the restaurant. Jimin sheepishly apologizes to Jeongguk for having his parents goon over him, but Jeongguk didn't mind, really.

The room is painted white, with picture frames lined up in the wall that makes you feel like you're at home. A large window is settled on the side, with curtains drawn closed, avoiding any unwanted glimpse of the two. A long table that is placed conveniently in the middle of the room with multiple chairs neatly lined up on each side with cushions for the guests to sit on comfortably.

Jimin sat across Jeongguk, looking around the room. He admired how well-built the room is, felt homey and warm. Yet, he couldn't help but get embarrassed. He took Jeongguk to his old neighborhood.

“I don't know if it's a good idea that I brought you here,” Jimin says. “I'm really sorry.”

“If you only knew how much I missed Korean home cooked meals,” Jeongguk says. He crosses his arms, leaning against the backrest of his chair. “So it's a date? You said you'll explain everything to them.”

Jimin blushes. “It is.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “I'm glad we thought of the same thing.”

Jimin’s mom entered the room, placing every single serving they had in the menu. Jimin complained at how overboard they went–serving too much food that they could even handle. Jeongguk laughs at their bickering, dismissing that Jeongguk is actually a heavy eater. Jimin’s mom smiles at him, taking a small piece of paper with a black marker.

“Could we have an autograph?” Jimin’s mom practically squeals at the request. Jeongguk beams at her, taking the piece of paper and signs.

“We can also take a photo later and post it on your wall, if you want,” Jeongguk suggests.

“Really? You'd do that?” Jimin’s mom clasps her hands in delight. “Jimin-ah, take a photo of us please.”

They take photos and Jimin’s mom leaves the room in cloud nine. Jeongguk laughs at how adorable Jimin’s parents were, quoting that he knew where Jimin got his personality from.

“Don't flatter them too much,” Jimin says as he takes a piece of kimchi before bringing it to his mouth. He chews and swallows, happy that he’s able to taste his parent's cooking again.

“They're so young too,” Jeongguk points out. “Are they my age?”

Jimin almost spits his drink, Jeongguk laughed out loud.

“They're like 15 years older than you,” Jimin coughs, punching his chest.

“I'm just kidding, they just look really healthy and young,” Jeongguk defends himself, taking a piece of a fried chicken leg, placing it on Jimin’s plate.

Jimin looks at him, and Jeongguk just smiles. Jimin looks down at his place, trying his best not to smile widely. A pink tint blossoms on his cheeks, stealing glances at Jeongguk and he sees him just looking at him, smiling.

They both laugh and Jimin complains at how sweet the gesture was.

They enjoy their dinner, Jeongguk complimenting each food served to him. He practically devoured everything, didn't hesitate to ask for seconds. Jimin was so surprised on how big of an eater Jeongguk was, considering he has great physique.

Well, Jimin saw how bulk and toned Jeongguk is when he was naked.

After eating, Jeongguk paid extra for their meals. Jimin also asked Jeongguk if he wanted to hangout at their rooftop garden to kill time since 7:30PM in Seoul still has traffic, and Jeongguk agreed since their schedule for tomorrow is still at 1:00PM in the afternoon.

They both make their way upstairs, greeted by a small rooftop garden with pots and plants with laundry hung on the wires. There were fairylights hung right above the low table that Jimin remembers being there since he was a child.

They both settle on the table, sitting side by side as they take in the view of the citylights of Seoul.

Their shoulders touching, Jimin couldn't help but smile. His heart could practically explode in happiness, having Jeongguk right beside him. He opens his bag, taking his lip balm out.

Jeongguk notices it, taking his lipbalm off of his hands. He places his hand on Jimin’s chin, tilting his head to the side so he's facing him.

“Let me,” Jeongguk says, swiping his lipbalm onto Jimin’s lips. His lips bounces as Jeongguk swipes it, purposely missing his lips. A slight shimmer on the side of his lips makes Jeongguk chuckle. “Oops, let me clean that up.”

Jeongguk leans forward to kiss Jimin, licking his lips clean. Jimin hits Jeongguk’s arm at the bold act, giggling against his lips.

“Wow,” Jimin laughs.

“Let me put it on again,” Jeongguk beams, finally applying lipbalm on Jimin’s lips. “Ah, why do you keep applying this when I'm going to kiss you anyway?”

Jimin takes his lipbalm back and placing it inside his bag. “So it'll be soft everytime you kiss me.”

Jeongguk nods, taking Jimin’s hand into his. He laces their fingers together, bringing their hands up to his lips, kissing the top of his hand.

Jimin smiles at his gesture, scooting closer and leans on Jeongguk’s shoulder, watching the city lights of Seoul and the stars sparkle in the sky.

song: soft spot by keshi

They stay silent for a while, enjoying each other's company and warmth. Neither seems in a hurry to break the quiet atmosphere. The surrounding area feels softer somehow, filled only by the faint sounds of the bustling traffic of Seoul around them and the steady rhythm of their breathing.

Jimin shifts slightly, just enough to look at him properly. The closeness makes her smile, and when their eyes meet, she catches the faintest hint of color spreading across his cheeks.

“You're blushing,” Jimin teases.

Jeongguk immediately looks away, as though that might somehow make the evidence disappear.

“I'm not,” Jeongguk presses, squeezing their hands.

Jimin suppresses a laugh, tilting his head as he studies him. Seeing a man who had spent decades on camera suddenly looking this flustered is far more amusing than he expected.

“A 40 year old veteran actor blushing because?”

He finally glances back at her, his expression somewhere between embarrassed and amused.

“Your fault.”

“Seriously?”

He gives a small shrug, but the corner of his mouth betrays him.

“Your fault for being too beautiful, princess,” Jeongguk says, poking the tip of Jimin’s nose.

Jimin’s smile widens. He tries to hold his gaze, but the warmth creeping into his own cheeks makes it increasingly difficult.

“Just say you like me and go,” Jimin teases.

He lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as though he can't believe how fearless he is.

“You're pretty bold for a 22 year old.”

“And you're pretty cute for a 40 year old.”

For a moment, he simply stares at him. Then his expression softens into an unmistakably fond smile.

“I've got a soft spot for you,” Jeongguk admits. “I like you. Not like, like, like you as a co-star. I like you because you're letting me feel things that, in my entire 20-year career, I've never felt before. I feel more alive. You make me happier every day, every time we shoot our scenes. Your innocence makes me forget how old I am, and I like it. I feel like a kid with you, without having to worry about any adult responsibilities. I like you, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin couldn't help but smile. He stands up, facing Jeongguk, who is still sitting. He leans forward, pressing his lips against Jeongguk's.

“I like you too,” Jimin confesses. “You take good care of me. I couldn't help but feel giddy and literally feel like a princess because of the way you treat me.”
“I'll always treat you like a princess,” Jeongguk says. “Come here. Let me give you a hug.”

Jimin settles onto Jeongguk's lap, burying his face in Jeongguk's neck. He inhales his scent, smiling as the hug grows tighter.
The sound of a door opening alerts them both, and they immediately pull away from each other. Jimin's parents stand there, shocked.

“What…”

Jeongguk doesn't hesitate. He reaches for Jimin's hand and laces their fingers together.

“I'm dating your son,” Jeongguk announces. “Please allow me to.”

—

Jeongguk finally pulls up in Jimin’s driveway. The streets are illuminated by streetlights, and Jeongguk gives a satisfied nod at how safe the neighborhood is for Jimin to live in. He turns to Jimin, takes his hand, and laces their fingers together.

“So, we’re here.”

Jimin looks out the car window, seeing his own house right beside him. He sighs, caresses Jeongguk’s hand with his thumb, then gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you for the ride home,” Jimin says.
The car falls silent. A soft tune plays from the radio, filling the quiet as Jimin panics over whether he should leave or say something else.

Yet Jeongguk makes the first move—closing the distance between them.

Jimin startles, his eyes widening in surprise.
It’s short and sweet. As Jeongguk pulls away, they stare at each other for a while, getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“Good night, beautiful,” Jeongguk whispers, staring intently into his eyes. “Don’t miss me too much. I’ll still see you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” Jimin whispers, finally pulling away and opening the car door. He stops before turning to Jeongguk again. “I…”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, smiling in amusement.

“I love you. Goodnight.”

Jimin hurriedly opens his car door but Jeongguk immediately locks it. He leans forward, crashes his lips against Jimin’s.

Jimin closes his eyes, kissing back. He matches Jeongguk’s pace, their lips in sync. He slightly parts his mouth open, letting Jeongguk explore inside his mouth using his tongue. Tasting him, devouring him.

Jeongguk hums against his lips. “I love you more.”

Jimin smiles, breaking off the kiss. They stare at each other for a while before Jimin taps Jeongguk’s cheek.

“I'll go now,” Jimin says.

He closes it and watches as Jeongguk keeps one hand on the steering wheel, the other waving at him. Jimin turns around and walks toward the front door of his house.

He stops.

Overwhelming feelings rush through him. He wants to turn on his heel and run back to the car. He doesn’t want the night to end.

He wants Jeongguk to kiss him again. To touch him again.

Jimin knows it’s only a matter of seconds before he hears Jeongguk’s car rev up and drive away.

He clutches his bag strap and breathes out loudly.

Then, before he can second-guess himself, Jimin turns around and rushes back to the car.

Thankfully, Jeongguk is still there—watching and waiting for Jimin to get into his house safely.

Jimin knocks on the window before Jeongguk rolls it down, leaning forward to peek at him.

“What is it?”

Jimin’s words get stuck in his throat. He acted on impulse. He doesn’t even know what to tell him. All he wants is to be with Jeongguk again tonight. He doesn’t want the night to end with him alone in his room, reduced to texting him.

Finally, Jimin thinks of something.

“It’s actually getting cold,” Jimin says slowly.

Jeongguk’s eyebrow lifts in amusement.

“Yes, and?” Jeongguk asks, his tone trying to sound sarcastic, though he’s clearly getting excited.

“Do you want to eat ramen?”

A smile spreads across Jeongguk’s face. He finally unbuckles his seatbelt.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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