It’s one of his favourite sights; Jimin at the kitchen counter in his white blouse and tight tailored pants, mostly because of his ass, but also the way he puts their designated cups next to each other and pours them both tea.
He hasn’t even said hi but Jimin somehow notices him hovering behind him, sleep still in his eyes, only his pyjamas on.
And yes, he broke up only yesterday, so in theory he should not be shuffling closer on his socks. Jimin’s ass just has a magnetic power, he has no choice, gets pulled closer by the sheer force of it. Nice and round and so soft-looking.
Backhugs are innocent.
He’s backhugged Jimin before. Absolutely harmless. Nothing went wrong that time.
So he inches closer, lies his hands on Jimin’s tiny waist and slides his arms around him slowly, presses his chest against his back.
It’s nice to be a little taller, just an inch or so, perfect for leaning his chin down on Jimin’s shoulder. And if his crotch happens to press against Jimin’s ass, well, that’s just bycatch.
Jimin’s scent is so comforting, it’s not as intense as perfume, smells more like a body lotion— maybe he shouldn’t be pressing his nose against his neck like this.
“Thought you needed a few days, mm?”
Jimin’s voice vibrates nicely against his ears, light and silky.
“Mmh.” He nods, more so he can rub his nose against Jimin’s skin than to actually nod. “Just hugging.”
Would it feel like this to spoon? Their bodies fit together so good, every part of them touches, maybe tonight he could sneak into Jimin’s bed.
Jimin doesn’t particularly mind it at all, just prepares their tea like he always does, chuckles softly as he frees himself from the embrace.
“Come, I’m late.”
“You’re always late.”
He mumbles, but doesn’t object more as he follows him to the table.
And, who even starts their days this early? Where does Jimin even work? They’ve been living together for ages and not even once has he asked. Or maybe he did but never really registered it in his brain.
He blinks at Jimin from his usual seat across of him, those pretty siren eyes meet his gaze over the rim of his cup. Twinkling, pretty.
“I can’t believe I’m asking you this now but, where do you even work?”
Jimin laughs softly, takes a sip from his tea even though it’s likely burning hot.
“I believe I told you when I moved in?”
Ah.
He rubs the back of his neck.
“I forgot.”
“Mm, I don’t blame you.” Jimin smiles, puts his cup down. “I’m a quality assurance specialist.”
A what now?
He blinks once, twice.
Jimin chuckles again, eyes so gentle.
“I work in a lab a lot of the time, but also in an office.”
“A lab?”
“Uh-huh. I test the quality of adult wellness products.”
Jimin brings his cup back up slowly.
Adult.. wellness products.
He stares at Jimin a little longer, can’t see his mouth behind his cup but the glint in his eyes alone is a little mischievous.
“You mean.. like..”
“Sex toys.”
Oh.
Oh.
He’s not sure why a rush of heat runs through his body, but it does. Could be the intensity of Jimin’s stare, or just the fact that it all makes a lot more sense now.
“You— you test sex toys?”
“Yeah, in the lab.” Jimin nods. “If it’s waterproof, if the material is of good quality, if the seams are properly done, if the battery endurance is good, if it overheats, if the sound of it is too loud, you know, those type of things.”