He’s at the bar, with his shirt in his bag.
Jeongguk hasn’t as much as acknowledged him, barely a glance in his general direction. Which is how he knows that Jeongguk has seen him.
It’s not really his style, to just sit and wait, declining various guys and girls who ask him for a dance. If Hoseok, or Taehyung for that matter, would see him here they’d be doing another reenactment right about now. Luckily, he lied about his whereabouts, said he was off to another bar.
He’s got no idea what Jeongguk really wants from him, but something lingers in his gut each time he remembers the words work for it.
He hopes it means something along the lines of seducing Jeongguk— maybe some sort of foreplay, or sexting, or giving him something other than his t-shirts..
If Jeongguk would just look at him, or come up to him in his break— he’s dying to know.
But no, Jeongguk just pours drinks, takes his break in the kitchen somewhere out of sight, leaves him sitting there for hours and hours.
At some point he just gets a drink, sits directly at the bar, but Jeongguk still won’t look at him. And fine, as long as he gets something at the end of this, he’ll just endure.
He’ll endure, and watch Jeongguk work in his ridiculously tight black shirt, with his perfect black hair, his eyebrow slit, his pretty lip rings, his sleeve tattoo. The way he gets all focused when he makes a drink, his intimidating stare when someone is rude, that pissed frown.
Jimin licks his lips, drinks a little more to soothe his dry throat.
It’s only when the last people leave the bar, that finally his presence gets ackowledged.
Another bartender glares at him, nods at the door.
“Last call was half an hour ago, stop hanging around when we have to close up.”
Wow. Rude?
He’s about to open his mouth.
“It’s fine, Namjoon. He’s with me.”
Jeongguk doesn’t even look up at him, just counts the money in the cash register.
The other bartender, Namjoon, just blinks, his eyes dart between the two of them.
“Oh.”
“You can leave early, I’ll wrap up.” Jeongguk takes the dish cloth from him. “Jimin will help me.”
Jimin will do what now?
He’s just as stunned as Namjoon, who just says a confused “okay?” and walks off to the back.
Jeongguk turns to him then, finally makes eye contact. It shouldn’t have any effect on him but a shiver runs down his spine anyway. It’s like he’s attention starved.
“You can’t be serious. I’ve been here for hours, I’m not cleaning—“
“The bar first.” Jeongguk nods down at it. “Put all the dishes near the sink, then wipe down the bar.”
The intense gaze on him leaves him speechless.
After hours of waiting he’s.. being put to work. Is this what he meant by that text? Actually work for it?
Jeongguk offers him that same dish cloth, quirks a brow.
God fuck, this is humiliating.
If he doesn’t do it, he might never get that dick.
He huffs out a breath, takes the gross lukewarm cloth. It’s so old that the colour green has faded into something atrociously yellow, with stains and everything.
Kill him now.
He curses under his breath, starts putting all the left-over glasses and other dishes by the sink. When he casts a glance at Jeongguk, who’s wiping down his side of the bar, he catches the slightest hint of a smirk.
Oh, he’s enjoying this. Probably planned all of this, making him wait all night, building that anticipation just to pop his bubble. He should know by now. Jeongguk does this every single time, it’s a never ending edging game.
But there must be a reward. That’s the only reason he’s complying. There will be a reward at the end of all of this.
He bites on his tongue as he wipes down the bar, scrunches his nose at all the stains.
“Make sure you get the corners.” Jeongguk comments, points at one as if he doesn’t know what corners are. “They get sticky.”
He halts, contemplates for a second if he should throw the dirty cloth in Jeongguk’s face.
A glint appears in Jeongguk’s eyes, as if he can read his thoughts.
“You’re having fun, huh?”
He asks, as he scrubs the corner.
“Mmh.” Jeongguk washes the dishes, smile on his lips. “You look like you want to kill me.”
Oh he’s close. Especially when there’s some sort of gross sticky sauce he can’t seem to scrub away.
“Yeah, is that your kink?”
“I wouldn’t say kink, but, it is pretty amusing.”
“Well I’m glad you’re entertained.” He tries to use more force, but the sauce is kind of like an entity stuck to the table. “I’ve always wanted to be something of a court jester.”
“Need a spatula for that sauce?”
There is entirely too much glee in Jeongguk’s voice.
He glares at him over the bar.
Jeongguk just hands him a spatula, twinkle in his big brown eyes.
He’s lucky he’s hot.
He takes it with a huff, starts scraping the sauce off.
“You know, if it’s this stuck to the table, I’m pretty sure none of you have cleaned this in months.”
“Yeah, probably.” Jeongguk just agrees as he goes back to the dishes. “Thank you for stepping up.”
Ah, this guy.
“Don’t expect me to do this every day. I like your dick, but this is a one-time thing.”
“Mmh.” Jeongguk nods. “There are lots of other things to clean. Got a forgotten fridge in the back that must have some sort of rare mold by now.”
Jimin pokes his tongue in his cheek.
“I’m sure it does. If you keep it around but don’t use it, eventually things will spoil.”
From his peripheral, Jeongguk casts him a glance.
He doesn’t meet his gaze, finally succeeds in removing the entity from the table.
He looks up after a few seconds. Jeongguk averts his gaze quickly, nods at the glasses.
“Come dry these if you’re done.”
They continue in mostly silence, it’s pretty late, his three beers make him a little more sleepy than usual.
“You always work this late?”
He asks at some point, when the clock strikes 3.
“Yeah, later on weekends.”
“Mmh.” He puts another glass aside. “And the garage?”
“That’s flexible, I do it 3 days a week.”
“Sounds.. kind of exhausting.”
“It’s fine.” Jeongguk cleans the sink when he’s all done. “Got to pay rent.”
Huh, right. Rent. Life.
They’ve never really talked about that. Not that he really wants to, there’s no need to get close. He’s only in it for a one-night-stand.
So, he bites his tongue, prevents himself from asking more, just focuses on drying the glass. Jeongguk starts putting them back in place, walks past him, brushes against his back.
It’s a light touch, just a protective hand sliding over his lower back— it feels natural, like he does it to his coworkers too, not at all intentional.
And yet.
His knees get a little wobbly, just from that soft touch.
What kind of reward will he be getting?
If sex and blowjobs are off the table, maybe a kiss?
Heat rushes to his cheeks, and he dips his fingers deeper into the last glass, sucks his lower lip into his mouth.
“Okay, that’s a wrap.”
Jeongguk says after he’s put the last things in place.
Jimin expects something to happen right about now, waits patiently for Jeongguk to come up to him, but he just turns the lights off and opens the door to the alley for him.
He blinks a few times.
Is Jeongguk.. taking him home?
Oh fuck, that would be the absolute best. He makes a beeline outside, heartbeat in his throat.
The alley is still pretty busy, some groups that were in the bar hanging around, cheap convenient store drinks in hand.
Jeongguk closes up, and then stands in front of him.
Much like yesterday on his porch, without the helmet, still towering over him. Those intense, dark brown eyes stare him down through black strands of hair, they slowly travel down to his bag.
Oh— right, the shirt.
He swallows, takes it out of his bag, hands it to Jeongguk.
The fact that Jeongguk used his shirt yesterday still only half registers, the picture that he looked at all night..
He waits for something else, accidentally darts his gaze down to Jeongguk’s lips. The memory of that kiss in the garage, the aggressive, desperation behind it, those piercings dragging across his lower lip.
Shit.
He blinks his eyes back up, hopes it wasn’t too obvious.
Jeongguk runs his tongue along his silver rings, and then just.. walks off.
Jimin stands there, watches Jeongguk walk to his motorbike, he doesn’t even look back at him as he starts gearing up.
Nothing.
No kiss, no invitation to come with him, not even a “thank you”?
This.. this is absolutely not right.
“What— I work my ass off for absolutely nothing?”
He calls, doesn’t really care who else in the alley can hear him.
Jeongguk has his back turned, keeps gearing up for his bike.
“That’s not fair.” He takes a step closer, raises his voice a little more. “You’ve already made your point multiple times— this is just.. this is cruel.”
Finally, Jeongguk turns around, his protective gear on, leather gloves and everything. And if he’s not mistaken, that’s amusement in his eyes too. Fucking bastard.
“Is this funny to you?”
He tries to come off strong but his voice almost cracks.
Jeongguk just tilts his head, small smirk on his lips as he walks closer.
This guy must think he can get away with anything, making him work this gross job, ordering him around, leaving him in a back alley. The fucking nerve of him.
Every step Jeongguk takes closer, he backs away.
Until his back hits the wall.
“You’re so impatient.” Jeongguk breathes out, flicks his eyes down to his lips. “Always have something to say too.”
..
brrrrrr
His breath hitches.
“Couldn’t even put my helmet on.” Jeongguk tsks, gaze fixed on his mouth as he leans closer. “Pretty sure you have a thing for it.”
It’s insane how fast heat flares down his body, how quickly his cheeks burn up just from the intensity of that stare.
Jeongguk brings one of his gloved-up hands to his face, and cups his jaw, then looks back up at him.
“Don’t you?”
He’s about to say no just to be a brat, but a finger, clad in black leather, runs along his lower lip the second after.
It’s so fucking hot, he can barely keep his eyes open. But Jeongguk’s stare is so magnetic that he can’t look away. electricity fizzles between them.
Breathing is a little difficult, he pants against Jeongguk’s hand, lets him run his thumb over his lower lip. No guy ever has put him in a position like this.
It’s too humiliating, backed up against a wall in an alleyway, with spectators.
Jeongguk doesn’t seem to care one bit about anyone else, presses his thumb right against the seam of his lips.
Oh.
He wants him to—
Fuck.
He opens his mouth a little, lets Jeongguk slide his thumb inside.
The shame is worth it. All for the way Jeongguk’s eyes glaze over, and that soft, somewhat aroused exhale.
Something dangerous licks down his spine as he wraps his lips around Jeongguk’s thumb and sucks on it.
Yeah, he fucking loves the biker gear. Just the leather rubbing down on his tongue is enough to make his dick twitch. If he’d just waited a little he could have had Jeongguk wearing that all-black helmet too.
But this— this sight is hot. Jeongguk’s eyes zeroed on his mouth, his nose and cheeks a little flushed, his tongue running along his piercings.
“That’s it..” Jeongguk rasps. “Work for it.”
Oh.
Fuck..
A moan escapes his mouth without consent, and his eyes flutter shut. He doesn’t care if anyone else is watching, just sucks on Jeongguk’s thumb a little harder, bobs his head slowly, like he’s sucking dick.
Hot breath fans against his ear then, lips brush against his skin.
“You’ve never had to work for any guy, always got exactly what you wanted.”
“Mmh—“
“So, if you want more of me, don’t get laid the coming week.”
Jeongguk pulls back then, slips his thumb out of his mouth too.
Jimin pants, his heart thumps against his ears.
“What do I get if I listen?”
He asks, barely looks into Jeongguk’s eyes, his lips are just a few inches away.
Jeongguk brings his hand up to his face, slips that same thumb he just sucked on into his own mouth. As if to taste him.
Fucking hell.
The sight of that mouth wrapped around that leather glove— those piercings, his saliva, Jeongguk’s half-lidded eyes.
His dick twitches. He can’t look away for a second, afraid he might miss something. A string of spit is still attached to Jeongguk’s lips when he slips his thumb back out, almost makes him moan.
Jeongguk brings his hand back to him just as easily, taps his thumb against his lips.
He takes it inside without any objection, only cause he’s starving for a taste. Normally he wouldn’t be this down bad, but Jeongguk just makes him pathetic.
It’s sweet, addictive, takes him back to the garage— no even further, to that time in the closet during 7 minutes in heaven. The clumsy, yet desperate kisses, the way Jeongguk devoured him..
“If you do that, you’ll get a kiss.”
He blinks up at Jeongguk, slowly lets his thumb slip out of his mouth.
No sex for a week for just a kiss?
Summer isn’t that long.
By that math they might only get to have sex near the very end.
..
Ah..
Fuck..
He’s not this down bad, he’s not this down bad, he’s not this down bad
“Deal.”
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