day one of not getting laid is not so bad. He’s sexually active but he’s not someone who needs it every single day. Though if Jeongguk would let him hit, then preferably more than once a day.
It gets bad on day two though, mainly because Hoseok finds out.
“What do you mean you’re not coming to the beach club?”
“Just not feeling it.”
He shrugs. Words he never said once in his life.
He would love to party tonight, to get shitfaced and make out with just about any guy he can lay his hands on.
It’s killing him just staying inside.
Hoseok gasps then, hand over his mouth and all, the accusing finger.
“You’re doing this for that guy, aren’t you?”
“I’m not doing shit for anyone—“
“Oh you are. You are actually in love.”
“Shut up.” He groans, leans his forehead down on the table. “I just want to ride his dick, just once.”
“Then why can’t you come?”
“Cause he.. he asked me to not get laid.”
Ah, fuck, it sounds even worse out loud.
“What? For the rest of the summer?”
“No— no, just one week.” He lifts up his head, cheeks glowing as he dares to make eye contact. “One week.”
“One week, and then he’ll let you ride him?” Hoseok asks, menacing grin on his lips.
This is the worst part.
He wants to just nod, pretend it’s that, but Hoseok spots the doubt on him, and this time he laughs.
“Don’t tell me you’re not even getting that?”
“I’m getting something.”
“You’re not getting sex? You’re giving up a week of vacation and he’s not even gonna make you come?” Hoseok shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m a witness to your downfall.”
“You just don’t get it.” He argues, though he’s made of shame and embarrassment at this point. “His dick is so big.”
“Come on, you’re not even doing it for his dick, you’re giving up sex for what, a kiss?”
Hoseok quirks a brow, hits the nail on the head.
Fuck.
He pokes his tongue in his cheek, then pouts.
All he gets is a low chuckle, Hoseok snickering all the way to the hallway.
“Good luck with that Jiminie, in the meantime I’ll be partying.”
Jimin doesn’t even get a word in, the door just closes and he’s left alone in the house, with nothing on the planning for the rest of the day.
Fuck.. this sucks.
———————
He doesn’t text Jeongguk just to save some of his pride, but as soon as his phone buzzes around 2 am he opens it with a speed that kind of evens it out.
It’s a picture.
a yellow dish cloth, and a spatula on the bar.
It’s captioned: come over
Huh.
He clicks his tongue, but pathetically, the corner of his mouth curls up a bit.
not doing free labour for nothing
It takes a while, then a text pops up
can’t I get anything out of the goodness of your heart?
Ah, this guy.
Jimin turns on his side, ashamed to admit he’s stayed up this late just in case he might get a text after Jeongguk’s shift.
you’re asking me to come over in the middle of the night to help clean the bar
exactly
sounds kind of like you miss me
He sends that just to see Jeongguk go offline. The slightest rise he can get out of him, that’s all he needs to have a good day.
the bar needs your strong spatula skills
What a reply.
He snorts.
right, cause you and your ridiculously huge biceps can’t do the job
my huge biceps are fragile
I need them for other stuff
like what? beating it to my shirt?
Jeongguk goes offline again.
Jimin chuckles to himself. A whole day of contemplating life inside the house is no fun, this is what he’s better at.
for my job at the garage
Jimin rolls his eyes at the lame reply, closes the chat and opens Instagram instead.
But after a minute of scrolling, he gets a few messages in quick succession.
and beating it to your shirt
need a new one by the way, can you bring it?
Worn
He blinks at the texts, eyebrows shooting up.
Usually he would leap at the chance, but right now, he’s still a little embarrassed for listening so well. For doing this all for just a kiss. Hoseok really rubbed it in his face today, it feels like he lost his edge.
Lost his crown.
So he just types:
no
can’t come
And god, does it work in his favour. Jeongguk’s text comes almost a millisecond after.
why not?
He smirks as he types his reply.
I am otherwise occupied
The silence on the other end is so satisfying, just Jeongguk online, message read.
What must be going through his head right now?
It’s not much, Jeongguk got him sucking on his glove and abstaining from sex for a kiss, this is his lick back.
at 2 am?
Jimin smiles at the text.
Mmh
where are you
who knows?
is it mean? Probably just a little, but he’s not actually breaking any rules, and what’s life without teasing someone a little?
are you out?
maybe
with someone else?
🤷🏻♂️
He waits for another text, but Jeongguk just types and stops, types and stops.
It takes a while.
and then he gets a call.
jeongguk never calls.
He smirks, rolls onto his back and picks up after maybe the fifth ring.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
oh, Jeongguk does sound hot when he’s jealous, not even a hi or hello, his voice is a bit raspy from work.
Jimin chuckles softly.
“Why?”
“I can pick you up.”
Oh, he teases Jeongguk once and suddenly he’s getting offered rides.
“Can you now?”
There’s a short silence from the other end, a huff of breath.
“Yes or no?”
Would you look at that, he’s suddenly so demanding.
“You want to pick me up so I can clean your bar? that doesn’t sound like much fun.”
He looks at his nails, enjoys the silent distress. Every breath Jeongguk takes from the other end pleases him.
“I’ll let you stay over at mine.”
His jaw drops.
“Send me your location.”
The line goes dead then, and he just stares at the ceiling, heart in his throat.
Oh, he’s so fucking winning.
And this is not even the best part.
The best part is sending his current location to Jeongguk, seeing him read the message, and then rapidly getting a reply.
that’s your home address
ah, it hasn’t registered yet.
He chuckles, turns on his side.
correct
The lack of reply after that is telling.
Jeongguk finding out he just got jealous over nothing, having to pick him up from his house, oh, this is so good. A little shiver runs down his spine.
see you in a bit then 😘
There’s no reply to that, nor does one follow.
And there might be a chance Jeongguk doesn’t come to pick him up at all, maybe he’s a sore loser like that.
But just in case, he gets ready, packs his bag for the night, one toothbrush, a few different kinds of lube, a dildo, even condoms just in case. Pyjamas? He’ll lend Jeongguk’s clothes, thank you very much.
It’s about ten minutes later when the doorbell rings, seems like Jeongguk isn’t that bad of a loser.
He opens up with a menacing smile, and even though Jeongguk’s got his helmet on, he knows he must be feeling ashamed under it.
He takes the other helmet Jeongguk holds out for him, puts it on, moves the visor down.
“Bar first? Or are you taking me straight to yours?”
He’s got a sliver of hope he doesn’t need to scrape the bar, but Jeongguk doesn’t say a thing as he gets on his bike, pats on the backseat.
Jimin chuckles softly, swings his leg over the bike and presses as close as possible to Joengguk’s back.
Even if he’s on cleaning duty, he doesn’t mind it, he already won.
“Hold on tight.”
Jeongguk says before he revs up his bike.
“Yes sir.”
He grins, slips his hands around Jeongguk’s tiny waist, slides them up to his pecs. It’s more a taunt than anything, just trying to see how far he can go until Jeongguk gives a reaction, but it doesn’t come.
Second win of the night. His grin stretches from ear to ear as they take off.
Jeongguk’s pecs are quite a handful, he really works out a lot, maybe Jimin could pay a visit to his gym; just to observe him from the side.
He sighs, pleased, leans his head between Jeongguk’s shoulder blades, squeezes one of his pecs.
“Hey.”
“Sorry.”
He apologises, doubts Jeongguk can even hear him over the motor, not that it matters. He slides his hands down as a peace offering, but then slides one of them down a little extra, right between Jeongguk’s legs.
God— that package.
His mouth waters as he cups it in his hand, just for another second or so he enjoys the weight of it in his palm.
“Jimin.”
“My bad.”
He takes his hand off, just wraps his arms strongly around Jeongguk’s waist instead, hugs him from behind and enjoys the rest of the ride.
————————
He’s not even all that mad to be at the bar. It might be half past two at night, and it might smell like sweat and alcohol, but a smile is plastered on his face.
Jeongguk has this impassive face as if he’s trying really hard not to show he’s embarrassed, but the tips of his ears are a little red as he starts cleaning.
Jimin takes a bar seat right where that dish cloth and spatula are positioned, leans his chin on his hand.
It takes Jeongguk a minute to notice, he’s a very focused guy, Jimin finds out. Diligent, how he goes to work, collecting all the glasses with focused eyes, carrying crates, biceps bulging.
Jimin doesn’t mind the view so much, tilts his head a little.
“Can you stop gloating and get to scrubbing the bar?”
Ah, finally. A bite.
He lifts his gaze, familiar sight greeting him like the first time he saw Jeongguk behind the bar. That frown between his brows, those intense dark brown eyes on him.
“I can gloat and scrub the bar.” He proposes. “You’re letting me sleep over because you were jealous, it’s hard not to gloat.”
“I thought you were drunk, that’s the only reason I offered.”
Jeongguk says as he continues to clean, though it seems more like he just wants to avoid eye contact than actually doing any proper cleaning.
Jimin snorts, grabs the dish cloth and starts at his side of the bar.
“You really thought I was out then, hm?”
“Considering you drink til morning most nights, yes.”
He does have a point, really. Summer is for partying and regrets. He’d rather go out feeling slightly sick from the day before than miss out and stay home to recover. Not great on the long run, but hey, that’s the regrets part.
“I’m hurt.” He lies, casts a glance at Jeongguk. “Don’t we have a deal?”
Jeongguk’s eyes catch his for a second, then he turns to the sink, shrugs.
“Well, I didn’t really think you’d keep to it.”
“You don’t think I can go without sex for a week?”
“I think you’re having a hard time, yeah.”
“You misjudge me.” He takes the spatula, can’t believe the corner of the bar is all gross again. None of Jeongguk’s colleagues deserve a tip for cleaning. “I like sex but I’m not spreading my legs every night.”
“Hm.” Jeongguk mumbles. “You kiss quite a lot though.”
Jimin glances over, catches Jeongguk quietly washing the dishes in the dim orange bar lights, shoulders and big back muscles moving, can’t quite see his face.
“Were you watching?”
There’s the slightest halt in Jeongguk’s movement.
“I mean, you were half the school’s first kiss.”
Oh, right. He forgot about that for a second. A soft smile curls on his lips as he looks down at the bar, mind flashes with a nerdy guy in the closet trying to swallow him whole.
“Yours too.”
A beat passes.
“Yeah..”
Jeongguk doesn’t sound happy about it, nor sad, Jimin can’t really place the tone of voice.
The memory is probably not quite so fun from his perspective.. with what happened right after that.
“You got a lot better at it, you know.” He says, to move past it. “That kiss at the garage was really good.”
“Hm.” Jeongguk looks at him over his shoulder. “You didn’t deserve it, though.”
Somehow, that makes the corner of his mouth tug up.
“Why’d you do it then?”
Jeongguk looks at him a little longer, then turns back, starts drying all the glasses.
“You were really annoying.”
“That’s it? I have been annoying but it’s not working on you anymore.”
“Lost its charm.”
Jimin clicks his tongue, though a smile still curls on his lips as he gets back to cleaning the bar.
“Why are you keeping me around then?”
“Free labour.” Jeongguk’s response is so quick. “Need you to scrape that bar.”
“And you need my shirts, apparently.”
He says, peeks at Jeongguk, who suddenly has business in the back, far, far in the back of the kitchen.
“Worn.”
He calls.
The sound of a machine turning on quite loudly makes him chuckle. He can never win with this guy.
He moves on from the cursed corner of the bar to the other side, realises to his horror that his cheeks are hurting a little from how much he’s smiling.
He’s smiling while cleaning a gross bar at 3 am. without any alcohol in his system. He’s been raw dogging summer vacation for 2 days now and somehow he’s having fun while his shoes are sticking to the floor from whatever spilled on there the hours prior.
Terrifying.
Hoseok might be right, this really is his downfall. He really might just be..
Down bad.
When Jeongguk returns from the back, he quickly looks down, scrubs the bar a little extra hard.
He’s only doing this for dick. No feelings, no nothing. Having fun doesn’t mean he’s breaking any of his own rules. He can have fun with a guy on vacation when the goal is sex.
“You’re working really hard.” Jeongguk comments then. “You know the week isn’t over yet, right?”
Jimin slows down his movements, lifts his gaze.
What kind of comment is that?
“But, you’re letting me sleep over?”
“On the couch, yeah.”
Jeongguk nods, a hint of a smirk on his lips now.
Jimin halts.
The couch?
All of this just for Jeongguk to leave him on his cold couch downstairs? His bag is full of lube and condoms, this isn’t right.
Jeongguk just nonchalantly walks around, turns off the kitchen lights, then nods at the bar, quirks a brow at him.
“Are you about done? I’d like to get going to my warm, comfortable bed.”
Oh.
This fucking bastard.