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“Why does your lawyer always have such a stick up his ass?”

Jeongguk’s jaw tightens as he signs yet another sheet of paper, mumbling a quiet here you go to the cop as he hands the forms back to him.

“Gotta keep a better eye on that guy.” The cop nods toward where Jimin is leaned up against the wall looking as bored as ever, dully staring down at his nails. “It’s his third this month.”

“I’m well aware,” Jeongguk mutters, folding his copies and shoving them under his chin as he balances his briefcase on his knee, attempting to push the papers inside. He almost drops one, which earns him a low chuckle from Taehyung, who Jeongguk conveniently had to bail out as well—the two of them get caught together more times than he can count.

“Dunno, but he gets the job done,” says Jimin, blowing up at his orange bangs. “Why’ve you got a stick up your ass, Jeongguk-ssi?”

Taehyung laughs under his breath and Jeongguk grits his teeth, huffing in annoyance as he looks over his shoulder to glare at them.

Jeongguk should be used to this by now—and he is —but for some reason, every time he receives a call from Jimin’s father his stomach swoops with anger and something he can’t quite pinpoint, because Jimin’s got such a foul, disrespectful mouth and he’s nothing but a nuisance. Not to mention Jeongguk gets told off by Jimin’s father every single time his son calls from jail as if Jeongguk’s the one who made him play chase with the cops all over the city.

“Cat got your tongue, Jeongguk-ssi?”

Yeah. Park Jimin is a nuisance. But he’s a nuisance Jeongguk’s being paid good money to deal with.

“You know, I’m only paid to bail Jimin out,” Jeongguk hisses, closing the briefcase. “I might as well leave you here to rot, Taehyung-ssi.”

“You wouldn’t,” Taehyung gasps, covering his mouth in faux shock. “You offend me, Jeongguk-ssi.”

“And you tire me,” says Jeongguk, clicking his tongue and mumbling a goodbye to the cop. “Alright, we’re done here. Let’s get going.”

“Wait, our phones,” Jimin says, and both he and Taehyung stick their hands out. Jeongguk sighs, rolling his eyes and opening the briefcase again, taking out the plastic bags he’d been given after signing the forms. “Thanks,” Jimin mutters, shoving his car keys, his wallet and his phone into the pocket of his leather jacket. “We can go now.”

Jeongguk nods at the cop who opens the front door of the station for them. He almost turns around to punch Taehyung when Taehyung throws a condescending comment at the cop while passing by, wishing he and Jimin weren’t a package deal because frankly, the two of them together are even worse than when it’s just Jimin by himself. Jeongguk never thought that was possible.

“Hey, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung calls and both Jeongguk and Jimin stop, turning around to face him as he searches through the pockets of his jacket, frowning in disapproval and then muttering, “I could’ve sworn I had a full pack on me. Fucking bastards took my cigarettes.”

Eventually, he sighs and takes his phone out of his back pocket and waves his hand at Jimin and Jeongguk dismissively, typing out a message with a sigh. “The two of you can go ahead without me,” says Taehyung, hand reaching to sweep his bangs away from his forehead. “Yoongi hyung is gonna come pick me up.”

“So you can get arrested on a motorbike this time around?” Jeongguk can’t help but ask, tone so heavily saturated in sarcasm it makes Taehyung narrow his eyes. “I’m not gonna come to bail you out, you know.”

“We’re all aware you’re Parks’ lapdog,” he says, rolling his eyes. Jeongguk feels a twinge inside of his stomach but doesn’t flinch or grimace, only tightens his jaw as he looks back at him. He hates being referred to as that, though one could argue that’s exactly what he is.

His father is a named partner in one of the most exclusive law firms in Seoul and has been the Park family lawyer for a long time. Now that Jeongguk is a junior associate, he’s the one who’s in charge of dealing with Park’s seemingly rebellious, borderline estranged son.

Growing up, Jeongguk would see Jimin here and there if his father were to bring him to the office and Jeongguk happened to stop by, but they’d never interacted much with each other. Firstly, because his father is the Park family’s employee, but also because Jeongguk happens to be a couple of years younger than Jimin. Though possibly, the biggest reason is because Jimin has avoided showing up anywhere with his parents from the moment he’d turned eighteen and moved out, having joined an underground racing crew that’s considered the best in Seoul, and possibly all of Korea, too.

Unsurprisingly, his parents didn’t approve, but the Parks love their eldest son a little too much to ever deny him anything—even if anything happens to land him in jail more often than not.

So now, ten years later, instead of Jeongguk’s father being the one to deal with it—fresh out of law school and only a couple years into practice, Jeon Jeongguk has the honour of being responsible for Park Jimin. And god damn is he a handful.

So yeah. Perhaps Jeongguk is the new Park family lapdog.

“But don’t worry,” Taehyung continues, lips curling into a smile. “Yoongi hyung and I will be good. No jail for at least another month, right Jimin?”

Jeongguk’s gaze slides over to Jimin and Jimin just shrugs, biting down onto his lower lip. “We’ll see.” He turns to look at Jeongguk, winking at him before he continues walking into the direction of the parking lot. “Can’t promise anything.”

Taehyung laughs at him and Jeongguk huffs, walking past Jimin into the direction of his car. Jimin always gets himself in trouble and Jeongguk has to wake up at odd hours of the night to a phone call from Jimin’s dad asking him to go down at the station to bail his son out. Paperwork always takes so long and Jeongguk absolutely hates it, though his own father always says, it’s good practice, son. Jeongguk’s not buying any of that, though; his father just lives to make Jeongguk do his and his other employees’ dirty work for them.

Jeongguk glances at the time on his phone; it’s 3:41 in the morning, and he’s barely gotten an hour of sleep before he was woken up around 1am to the most annoying sound of his phone ringing, Jimin’s father’s name written on the display. He had no choice but to pick up. So here he is, sleep-deprived and growing more irritated by the second, because Jimin just had to play chase with the cops knowing full well that can only last so long before he has to let them arrest him.

“Will you stop acting like you hate it when daddy gives you a call to come get me?” Jimin rolls his eyes, then frowns as they stop in front of Jeongguk’s Lexus. “Where’s my car?”

“Towed,” replies Jeongguk, voice flat as he fishes his keys out of his back pocket. “You’re riding with me.”

“Oh, I’ll be riding something alright,” Jimin mutters under his breath and Jeongguk pretends he didn’t hear him, unlocking the door and sliding down into the driver’s seat. “Yah, Jeongguk-ssi, let me drive.”

“Absolutely not. Get in or you’ll be walking home.”

Jimin grins sheepishly but still gets in the car, leaning back into the passenger’s seat. “Yeah, right. Daddy would fucking kill you if I told him you let me walk.”

“Yeah, well, daddy can suck it, ‘cause I’m getting sick of your shit,” Jeongguk says, starting the engine. He doesn’t look at Jimin though he feels his gaze on him and it’s making him all hot and bothered and god— it always does.

“Well, daddy can’t,” Jimin says, snorting in amusement. “But you know who can.”

Jeongguk glares at him and hits the gas, shaking his head as he pulls out of the parking spot. “It’s almost four in the morning. Where do you find the energy?”

Jimin laughs lowly, and tingles run down Jeongguk’s spine. It’s always that same laugh, soft and velvety and sticking to Jeongguk in such ways that makes heat curl inside of his chest. It’s not a new feeling; it’s been there ever since the first time he and Jimin had an argument over Jeongguk having to pick him up from the police station for the fourth time in less than a month, and they ended up fucking it out in the back seat of Jeongguk’s Mercedes.

That only happened one time, though, and Jeongguk drives a Lexus now.

“What do you think I’ve been doing while waiting for you to show up?” Jimin asks and despite having his eyes on the road, Jeongguk can tell Jimin’s quirking an eyebrow at him. “I’ve been resting.”

“Resting. In a jail cell,” Jeongguk echoes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Only you can say something as ridiculous as that.”

Jimin huffs beside him. “It’s the truth. It was a bit boring, though. I tried to flirt with the guard so he’d get me and Taehyung some cards or whatever to pass the time quicker, but he wasn’t having it. Entitled piece of shit.”

Jeongguk hits the breaks in front of the traffic light, and he’s just a little thankful that it’s so late at night on a weekday, meaning there’s barely any traffic and he might be able to get them both home in less than thirty minutes. If only Jimin didn’t live on the other side of town, it’d make things a whole lot easier for Jeongguk.

“You spent your Wednesday night playing cat and mouse with the cops, and they’re the entitled ones?” Jeongguk asks, eyes widening. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What was the point, anyway? You that bored?”

Jimin shrugs. “Maybe I am,” he says. “My crew and I had a race earlier that got ruined by the damn pigs. So I felt like messing with them a little, big deal. You really got a stick up your ass, Jeongguk-ssi. I can think of one particular thing that would feel a lot better in there instead.”

Jeongguk is thankful that the traffic light in front of them casts a red light onto his face so Jimin can’t see the way heat pools into his cheeks. It’s stupid how riled up Jimin can get him; he’s too hot and too much of an acquaintance to have a mouth like that around Jeongguk, yet he still does—and shamelessly so. What happened in the back of that Mercedes was a mistake, and Jeongguk swore he’d never let it happen again.

Maybe he had initiated it by telling Jimin he’d would make Jimin shut up and teach him to stop being so disrespectful since his parents clearly failed at doing that, only Jeongguk allowed himself to get carried away. The next thing he knew, the two of them were on the backseat of Jeongguk’s car, Jimin’s cock buried deep inside of his ass and Jeongguk’s hand firmly tugging at the strands of Jimin’s hair, both of them panting and moaning as the windows fog up with the heat of their bodies pressed against each other.

Jeongguk squirms just thinking about it.

“You really love listening to the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” asks Jeongguk, foot hitting the gas as soon as the light turns green. “Stop trying to piss me off, it’s not going to work.”

A lie. It works, and it works plenty.

“That’s no way for a lawyer to talk to their client.” Jimin pouts, dramatically sticking out his lower lip. “It’s, dare I say, unprofessional?”

“Luckily for me, I’m a junior associate and not a lawyer,” Jeongguk says dully, eyes trained on the road. “Can allow myself a bit of unprofessionalism here and there.”

Jimin shifts in his seat, fumbling with the hem of the seatbelt. “I mean. Clearly, considering what happened that time we—”

“Alright, stop talking or I will kick you out in the middle of the street.”

Jimin gives him an unamused look. “I’ll just get a taxi, then.” He grins at Jeongguk and Jeongguk has to do his best to keep his heart from jumping inside of his chest. Jimin’s smile is so mesmerizing and contagious and even now, at 4am, Jeongguk is forcing himself to not roll his eyes and smile back. Jimin keeps looking at him for a few long moments as Jeongguk just keeps driving, eyes glued to the road. “That’s exactly what I thought.”

Jeongguk tightens his grip around the steering wheel, huffing under his breath and pressing his foot against the gas pedal, speeding up. He just wants to go home and sleep because he has a bunch of depositions lined up first thing in the morning and he can’t be dealing with this right now, he needs to be well-rested and focused.

“Thanks for coming to get us, though,” says Jimin reluctantly, and Jeongguk doesn’t miss the way he turns his head to look outside the window. “Was a stupid chase, anyway. We would have stopped but they started chasing us with four cars and we just didn’t think that was fair.”

“You’re twenty-eight years old, arguing about what’s fair or not and running away from cops after having a street race in the middle of the city, disrupting not only the traffic but the entire neighborhood.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “Maybe you need to grow up.”

“And maybe you need to be less stuck up, but we can’t all have what we want now, can we?” Jimin retorts, an unexpected edge to his voice. Jeongguk glances over at him, unamused by his tone. “You acting twenty years older than you actually are doesn’t do much for you other than give you forehead wrinkles.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen and he instantly reaches to touch his forehead, fingers smoothing over the skin. He looks over at Jimin who bursts out laughing, tilting his head back as his entire body trembles as giggles slip past his lips. Jeongguk can’t even be mad; he’s too in awe with how Jimin went from hot to adorable, how light his giggles are and how his eyes sparkle with genuine amusement.

“Stop. I don’t have forehead wrinkles,” Jeongguk mumbles. At least he hopes so.

“Not yet, but you will if you continue being all…lawyery,” Jimin says, scrunching his nose.

“First of all, I’m a junior associate and second of all, that’s not even a real word,” Jeongguk snorts, shaking his head. He takes a turn and really steps on the gas, relief flooding through him as he spots Jimin’s apartment building. Soon, he’ll be alone and back in his bed, getting a couple more hours of sleep before his day has to start.

“Alright, Jimin-ssi. We’re here,” Jeongguk says as they stop in front of Jimin’s building.

Jimin makes a noncommittal sound, unbuckling his seatbelt as he tilts his head to look at his building through the windshield. “Already?”

“It’s four in the morning. No traffic,” Jeongguk says simply.

He leans his head against the leather headrest of his seat, briefly letting his eyes fall shut. Jimin doesn’t move and Jeongguk cracks one eye open, turning to look at him. “We’re here. Get out.”

Jimin’s features soften and he bites his lip, squirming in his seat. “It’s late. You wanna—you wanna come up, hm?”

“No.” Jeongguk frowns, straightening up. He ignores the way his pulse quickens and puts his hands on the steering wheel, clearing his throat. “There’s no reason for me to go up with you. I don’t know you and I have work early in the morning.”

Jimin groans, rolling his eyes. His hand latches onto the handle and he opens the door just a little bit, body twisting so he can step outside only halfway, one foot out on the pavement.

“We know each other much better than you’re allowing yourself to admit, Jeongguk-ssi,” Jimin laughs, running his hand through his hair. Jeongguk tightens his grip around the steering wheel. “But I assume that’s a conversation for another time.”

“Or it’s not a conversation to have at all,” Jeongguk says, breathless. His stomach ties into a knot and his entire body flushes, eyes darting away from Jimin. “At any point in time.”

Jimin pauses. “Why not? You know, we never really talk about what happened last month when you and I—”

“And there’s nothing to talk about,” Jeongguk cuts him off, heartbeat quickening and making it harder for him to breathe. “Go. And do me a favor and try to stay out of trouble, will you? I’m always the one on the receiving end of the stick as if I’m supposed to be your goddamned babysitter. I don’t need your father unloading on me, I have far more important clients to worry about.”

Jimin tilts his eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Really. And yet you’re always here, no matter what time of day it is.”

Jeongguk feels hot all over, eyes meeting Jimin’s. He tries to shrug as nonchalantly as he can, not wanting to give anything away. Of course, he’s always there. He’s going to be there whenever he needs to be.

“It’s because I possess something called a sense of duty and responsibility toward my job, Jimin-ssi,” Jeongguk explains dully, waving his hand. “Nothing you can relate to, considering you don’t have a real job.”

“Oh, wow,” Jimin snorts, now fully getting out of the car, much to Jeongguk’s relief. “Just shows how much you know about street racing.”

“I know enough to know that it doesn’t pay the bills, your daddy does,” Jeongguk replies. “And that it gets you in trouble unmistakably, almost every time.”

Jimin makes a face as he looks back at him, any hints of amusement gone from his eyes. “You have no idea, Jeon Jeongguk. You have no idea. Have a good night, lawyer,” he says, slamming the Lexus door shut and then turning to walk into his building.

“Junior associate,” mutters Jeongguk, shaking his head. “Have a good night, Jimin-ssi.”

—

Jeongguk doesn’t get a good night’s sleep that night, but the rest of the week goes by relatively quietly. There are no unexpected phone calls at odd hours of the night with Jimin’s father’s name plastered across the screen of his phone, and Jeongguk is at least thankful for that. When the weekend rolls around, he’s looking forward to a quiet couple of days where he can just relax with some friends and catch up on things his father assigned him to during the week.

Jeongguk doesn’t remember a time in his life where he didn’t want to be a lawyer. His father established his own firm when he was barely over thirty, and his mother has worked as a district attorney pretty much Jeongguk’s entire life—it runs in the family, clearly. The funny thing is, Jeongguk had initially wanted to go into the public justice system before he was persuaded into giving corporate law a chance. The money’s a whole lot bigger and, well. Jeongguk likes money, likes the security it gives him and maybe even a bit of status that comes along with it.

Ever since he was little he’d been taught the importance of working hard in order to have a chance at being comfortable throughout life, and then there are people like Jimin—born with a silver spoon up their ass, who come from a wealthy background and just don’t care about any of that and do whatever they please, having no sense of responsibility for how things work in the real world. Jimin is entitled and reckless, and Jeongguk hates himself for the way he’s even remotely attracted to that.

He’s drinking beer as he looks over some contracts while waiting for Hoseok to give him a call, and he can’t help but wonder what Jimin is up to tonight. Nothing good, he assumes, because for the short period of time Jeongguk’s known Jimin, he’s never been up to anything good.

“Hyung.” Jeongguk answers Hoseok’s call immediately after his phone rings, firmly pressing it to his ear. “What’s up?”

“Jeongguk-ah, you working?” Hoseok asks and Jeongguk takes the last sip of his beer, shaking his head.

“Just finished,” he replies, placing the empty beer bottle onto the coffee table. He closes his laptop and gets up, walking over toward the mirror and ruffling his hair as he stares back at his reflection. “What are you up to?”

“Gonna pick Namjoon up and head to Seendosi. Wanna meet us there?”

“We still going to that dump?” Jeongguk laughs. “Yeah, I can be there in an hour. I just have to shower real quick.”

“Alright, we’ll meet you there, then,” says Hoseok and Jeongguk ends the call, sighing as he gets into the bathroom and dumps his phone onto the counter next to the sink.

He quickly showers and throws on washed-out ripped jeans and a loose white t-shirt, his hair still damp when he grabs his wallet and his keys and gets out of the house. The summer is too hot for Jeongguk’s liking and he feels his skin getting dewier each second he spends outside waiting for his taxi, and he’s relieved once he gets into the pleasantly cool car and wipes away the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. With traffic being a mess, it takes him almost an hour to get to the bar but once he does, he’s quick to spot Hoseok and Namjoon who are already there, saving him a seat.

“We ordered you a beer,” says Namjoon, pushing the only full bottle on the table into his direction. “Your hair’s still wet.”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk absentmindedly runs his hand through the strands and crosses his legs, taking the beer and pressing the brim of the bottle to his lips. “It’s gonna dry soon, don’t worry,” he mumbles. “How have you guys been? Haven’t seen you two in weeks.”

Hoseok chuckles. “You haven’t seen us in two weeks.” He rolls his eyes but still smiles brightly at Jeongguk and Namjoon snorts beside him. “And that’s because you’re the one who’s been busy.”

Jeongguk huffs in annoyance but then lets out a giggle because it’s the truth. He has the most demanding job out of all three of them, though Hoseok comes in a close second, working as a choreographer for one of the most popular idol groups in the country.

“Sorry, dad has been busting my ass.” His gaze slides over to Namjoon who nods sympathetically. “You know how it is.”

And though Namjoon is in no way related to law, he does work for his father at his mechanic shop and he knows what it’s like working with close family.

“I do,” Namjoon sighs. “Speaking of which, dad took in new clients.”

Both Jeongguk and Hoseok tilt their eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, pausing to take a sip of his beer. “Actually, it’s a whole street racing crew,” he continues. “They pay really well. Apparently, they like that dad’s shop is located on the outskirts of the city so there’s plenty of room for them to bring a few cars at a time.”

Jeongguk’s lips twitch and he furrows his brows, uncomfortableness clawing at the low of his back. He shifts in his seat and takes a long gulp of his drink, trying to push away the immediate thought of Jimin which forms in his head.

“Careful,” Jeongguk warns knowingly. “They usually bring nothing but trouble.”

Namjoon shrugs. “I’ve met a few of them, they seem like nice guys. Besides, they just want their cars serviced and they’ll pay us really good money for it. Meaning, my salary might go up by quite a lot, though that also means more hours at the shop,” he says, giving Hoseok an apologetic smile.

“I think that’s actually great, baby.” Hoseok nods, smiling brightly at his boyfriend. “That means we’ll finally be able to put down the deposit for that apartment we’ve been eyeing, no?”

“Yes.” Namjoon perks up and Jeongguk looks back and forth between them, still unable to push the thought of Jimin away.

Usually, Jeongguk tries not to think about him much outside of a work setting but Namjoon has suddenly made it hard for him, and Jeongguk can’t shake off that burning feeling he’s had ever since that night they had sex in Jeongguk’s Mercedes.

Hoseok and Namjoon continue talking about the apartment they’ve been looking at and Jeongguk tries his best to listen to them as he swirls the beer in his bottle, nodding along to the conversation he’s barely registering. Jeongguk forces himself to focus and Hoseok and Namjoon don’t seem to notice his silence. Whenever he starts drifting off, Jeongguk tries shifting his attention to all the things he has lined up for work next week and not thinking about Jimin, because… what’s the point? It only makes him uncomfortable and hot all over, and there’s really no point in—

“Namjoon-ssi.” A voice comes behind Jeongguk, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his back involuntarily arch. His eyes widen at the familiar tone—one he doesn’t hear as often as every day, but would still recognize anywhere, anytime. It’s like there’s always a hint of sarcasm to it, like there’s always something like mockery between the lines. “Twice in one day, huh?”

“Jimin-ssi,” Namjoon says, then quickly turns to Hoseok. Jeongguk stays in place, refusing to turn around and look.

For all the times they’ve been to this damn bar, he’s never once run into Jimin. Not a single time. Yet, here he is, and Jeongguk doesn’t feel like turning because all that’s going to do is make him think about Jimin and distract him for the entirety of this evening, and he just wants to shut his brain off and relax. So Jeongguk stays sitting with his back turned, hoping that if he doesn’t greet Jimin, he’ll just go away.

“What brings you here?” Namjoon asks.

“Funnily enough, you,” says Jimin. Jeongguk can feel him getting closer to the table. “You talked about this place at the shop earlier today and a couple of us thought it’d be interesting to come check it out.” Jimin pauses and Jeongguk assumes he’s looking around. Jeongguk narrows his eyes because the place isn’t anything special. It’s just a bar. “I guess the location had us sold. You know, the abandoned warehouse and everything. Oh, I’m sorry, hi, I’m Jimin.”

Jeongguk looks at Hoseok who gives him a slight bow in his seat, eyes crinkling when he smiles at him. “Hoseok. Nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi.”

“And… you are?”

Jimin appears in Jeongguk’s line of vision and the first thing he notices is Jimin’s leather jacket, black with his crew’s name and logo printed out in white letters on his back. He’s wearing jeans so tight Jeongguk wonders how he’s able to move properly, and his orange hair is swept off his forehead and neatly pushed back, with only a couple loose strands falling into his eyes. The dark makeup around them makes them seem even darker than usual as a flicker of recognition runs through them, and the amused smirk that plays at his lips makes Jeongguk instinctively roll his eyes.

“No fucking way.”

“Jimin-ssi,” says Jeongguk dully, raising his bottle and tilting it toward him, then pressing the brim to his mouth and taking a sip. Jimin’s smile widens and then his eyes are glittering, and Jeongguk wishes he didn’t almost want to smile back. Three more people appear behind Jimin and unfortunately—Jeongguk knows them all, given that he’d had to bail them alongside Jimin at least a time or two. “…and the rest,” Jeongguk adds.

“Nice to see you, Jeongguk-ssi.” Seokjin nods his head curtly, then squeezes Namjoon’s shoulder before he walks over to the other side of the bar, taking a seat in the far-right corner.

Possibly, Jeongguk likes him the most out of the people in Jimin’s tight circle—much more than Taehyung and certainly much more than Min Yoongi. Taehyung is just a nuisance, but Yoongi is possibly Jeongguk’s worst nightmare; the only motorbike racer in Jimin’s crew that Jeongguk is aware of and what makes matters even worse, from what Jeongguk knows—the guy has a law degree. A man with a law degree wasting his time street racing and getting in trouble; Jeongguk thinks that wasted potential and diploma are possibly his worst nightmares.

“Who would’ve thought,” says Taehyung with a smirk, “that he goes out. That he owns something other than a suit. That he drinks.”

 “Or that he has friends,” snorts Yoongi, throwing his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. Jeongguk makes a face at him and drinks more of his beer, trying his best to not be hyperaware of Jimin’s eyes on him. It’s nearly impossible not to be. Jimin’s gaze is so intense that Jeongguk can’t help but feel it on him and god—when he glances up at him to meet his eyes, Jeongguk wishes he could ignore the heat which curls at the base of his stomach.

“Would you look at that, I do,” Jeongguk replies, cocking an eyebrow. “And speaking of friends, you should learn how to keep yours on a tighter leash.” He nods toward Taehyung and Jimin. “Had to bail these two out of jail just the other day in the middle of the night, so you might want to keep an eye on what they get up to.”

Yoongi tilts his eyebrows and sighs, shaking his head. “They’re their own people, Jeongguk-ssi. Can’t make them do or not do anything.”

Jeongguk sighs, looking for support from Namjoon and Hoseok who just smile at him, amused by the entire exchange.

“Alright, let’s go sit down and not let Seokjin hyung wait,” says Jimin, licking his lips. “I’ll see you later, Jeongguk-ssi?”

Jimin suggestively wiggles his brows and Jeongguk narrows his eyes, confused. “I sure hope not.”

“Well, hope does die last,” Jimin laughs and then he reaches to squeeze Namjoon’s shoulder as he walks past him, nodding toward Hoseok. Taehyung and Yoongi follow behind, politely bowing to Namjoon and Hoseok, entirely ignoring Jeongguk. “Have a good night, guys.”

They walk away and settle in the corner next to Seokjin, laughing loud enough for Jeongguk to hear. He looks at Namjoon and Hoseok, shrugging as the two of them hold back their laughs.

“What was that all about?” Namjoon questions. “And how the hell do you know the Yoodokhan crew? Wait—is Jimin—”

“That’s the exact one,” replies Jeongguk, rubbing the side of his face. “Park Jimin. My father works for his father.”

“Oh, so he’s the crazy rich bastard who’s like, bringing shame to the Park family’s name?” Hoseok asks, eyes widening as he comes to the realization.

“I mean, you’d think he’d bring shame, but his parents enable it and he’s not familiar with the concept of that word.” Jeongguk shrugs. “But yeah, he’s the one that I have to deal with, so my father doesn’t have to anymore.”

“Damn, he seems…” Hoseok gestures vaguely, scrunching his nose.

“Like a nightmare?” Jeongguk supplies. “He is.”

“I was going to say like he wants to eat you alive, but we can go with that, too.”

Jeongguk’s throat tightens. He feels that way at times, just because of how intense Jimin’s eyes on him feel. Even now, when Jeongguk glances toward their table, Jimin’s eyes happen to be on him for a few long seconds before he tilts his head back and laughs at something Taehyung says.

“He’s quite intense,” Namjoon agrees. “Even today, when he’d come into the shop, he was very clear and detailed on what his crew needs. Yoongi, too. They’re both very eloquent. I haven’t spoken to the other two, though.”

“You’ve not missed out on much,” Jeongguk huffs. “Seokjin is the politest one out of them but Taehyung is just a nuisance. Everything is pretty much a joke to them. Yoongi, though…wasted potential. A shame.”

“What do you mean?”

“He went to law school,” Jeongguk explains. “Has a degree and everything, but he’s not practicing. He rides a bike, though, unlike the rest of them who drive cars.”

“Huh, that’s interesting,” Namjoon says, furrowing his brows. “Didn’t exactly peg him for a type with a law degree, but I guess you never really know.”

“Because he’s not the type,” Jeongguk snorts, glancing over at Jimin’s table. “Clearly.”

They drop the conversation and move onto something else, but Jeongguk finds it even harder to focus with Jimin in the room, and he finds himself looking over to the direction of Jimin’s table countless times. More often than not, Jimin is looking back at him—a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, making Jeongguk want to smile back.  

When Jeongguk gets home that night his skin is slightly flushed with the amount of beer he’s had and despite Jimin eyeing him the entire time, he’d managed to keep it together and hold and focus on having a proper conversation with his friends. But now, maybe it’s the alcohol and the heat making him more flustered than he usually would be, Jeongguk hasn’t managed to get rid of the heat that twists in his gut, so when he gets in the shower for the second time that day, his semi-erection is hard to ignore.

He’d probably rather die than admit he’d jerked himself in the shower to the thought of Jimin, but it does help simmer that persistent heat inside of him. By the time he gets under the covers and checks his phone one last time before sleep, he feels a lot more content and relaxed. Another thing he’d rather die than admit is that he drifts off to sleep with a half-smile on his face, Park Jimin occupying his thoughts.

Jeongguk jolts awake to the obnoxious ring of his phone and he rapidly blinks at the dark, then squints, trying to read the identification without his contacts in. He instantly sobers up as he reads Jimin’s father’s name on the screen, mouth going slightly dry as he slides his thumb over the display to answer the call.

It’s almost 3am. Jeongguk knows exactly what this is.

“Hello?” he rasps then immediately clears his throat.

“Oh good, Jeongguk-ah,” says Mr. Park, sounding rather bored. “You’re awake.”

Jeongguk is far from being awake, but when it comes to Park Jaehyun, he has to make himself available at all times.“Yes, sir.” Jeongguk nods.

“Excellent, well, you already know what this is about,” Jaehyun continues, “so I’m going to need you run down to the station again. My son’s gotten himself into a bit of trouble again.”

Despite already knowing what this is about, Jeongguk still pales. Jimin’s been out in the bar and Jeongguk just hopes, really, really hopes he didn’t do something stupid—like driving drunk.

“Please tell me it has nothing to do with drunk driving, sir,” Jeongguk says as politely as he can muster. He doesn’t mean to sound angry or accusatory, but his heart still hammers against the inside of his ribcage at the thought that it might be the case.

“What? No,” replies Jaehyun, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Not at all. Jimin doesn’t drink. But he did get himself into another chase, on the highway this time.” Jaehyun pauses, sighing. “Anyway, I must go back to bed, plenty of meetings to attend tomorrow. Go down to the police station and get Jimin out of there.”

“Yes, sir.”

The call ends and Jeongguk scrambles out of bed, sleepily rubbing his face as he shakes his head. The bright side is that he no longer feels the buzz of the beer, but the downside is that he’s barely gotten a little over two hours of sleep. He quickly slips into his slacks and his dress shirt, throws on a blazer and gets himself a taxi, not wanting to risk driving after drinking alcohol until only a few hours ago.

Jeongguk gets down to the station a little later than he usually would on a weekday, and he’s greeted by a familiar cop as he rushes inside, already getting his pens and papers ready. It’s the weekend so the station is a lot busier than it was last time Jeongguk was here, but he still manages to get through the paperwork rather quickly and soon enough, he’s just waiting to sign the final release form for Jimin to come out.

“Second time in a week. Must be tough for you,” the policewoman who had been there the other day says, gnawing on her bottom lip. “Especially over something that’s so easily avoidable.”

“You have no idea,” Jeongguk sighs, leaning against the counter as he waits for the paperwork to get processed. “But, it is what it is.”

“Jeon!” Jeongguk quickly turns on his heel, eyes meeting Jimin’s. “He’s free to go,” the cop mutters, pushing Jimin toward Jeongguk.

“Told you hope dies last, Jeongguk-ssi,” Jimin says, smiling brightly at him. For some reason, Jeongguk’s relieved that he’s all alone this time around. “But it still dies, nonetheless.”

Jeongguk makes a face at him. “Please don’t tell me you’ve purposely gotten yourself arrested just to mess with me,” he says dryly, not really meaning it.

He turns to sign the final release form and bows to the policewoman before he shoves the papers inside his briefcase and closes it, turning back to Jimin.

Jimin’s smile widens and he throws his hands up in the air, his eyes glittering. “You caught me.”

Jeongguk’s stomach swoops, mouth going dry. “What?” He blinks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Jimin just grins at him even wider, then takes the bag with his belongings from the cop and starts walking toward the exit with Jeongguk confusedly following behind. His heart hammers against his ribs and the hot summer night feels even warmer against his skin once they leave the station. It dawns on Jeongguk then—that he got a taxi here.

“Wait,” he says, sighing. He checks his pockets for his phone and Jimin narrows his eyes at him, huffing.

“What are you doing?”

Jeongguk looks up at him. “Ordering us a cab. I didn’t drive here.”

“You fool.” Jimin rolls his eyes then reaches to tug at the sleeve of his blazer, making Jeongguk’s shoulders stiffen at the unexpected tough. A spark runs down his spine when Jimin just laughs at him and shakes his head, licking his lips. “Relax. My car is at the parking lot.”

“What?” Jeongguk furrows his brows but allows Jimin to drag him behind the station and toward the parking lot.

“Yeah, see?” Jimin points at the lime green Mazda RX-9 that’s sticking out in the total darkness of the parking lot. Jeongguk’s never seen the car before, a new addition to Jimin’s inventory, but it looks beautiful and dangerous and fast. It makes Jeongguk’s stomach twist with adrenaline and he swallows heavily, unsure if he should be getting into Jimin’s car.

“I don’t think I should—”

“Oh, come on.” Jimin stops in front of the door, hand on the handle. He looks at Jeongguk who shifts his weight, filled with uncertainty.

He’s not exactly scared of getting in the car with Jimin, but Jimin being behind the wheel this time around doesn’t sit too well with him, mostly because Jeongguk doesn’t like not being in control and from what he knows, Jimin drives like a maniac.

“Jeongguk, seriously.”

“Dropped the honorifics, did we?” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest. Frankly, he doesn’t care—he’s just buying time, trying to figure out if this is a good idea or not. Something about the way he’s been feeling tonight and being in a cramped-up sports car with Jimin is too close for comfort but Jimin is looking at him with big eyes—and it stirs something inside of Jeongguk that pushes him to get closer to the car, hand hesitantly reaching for the handle.

“Fine,” Jeongguk finally agrees, slightly opening the door. He pauses again. “Only if you promise to not drive like a fucking lunatic.”

Jimin snorts and slides behind the wheel, but Jeongguk stays put. Jimin leans to look at him through the window, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, come on,” he whines, pushing the passenger door further open and urging Jeongguk to get inside. “Live a little, Jeongguk-ssi. Don’t think I don’t notice the way you like hitting the gas on that little Lexus of yours.”

Jeongguk’s jaw tightens. “Jimin.”

“Who’s dropping the honorifics now?” Jimin asks, huffing out a laugh. “Come on. I’m not about to get us both arrested at like—” He glances over at the dashboard clock, furrowing his brows. “At like, 4am.”

“I’m not worried about you getting us arrested, I’m worried about you killing us,” Jeongguk hisses, but still slides down into the passenger’s seat anyway. His heart still stutters when the door closes behind him and they sit in total silence, the Mazda much less spacious than his Lexus and making things harder than they should be.

“I’m a professional racer, Jeongguk-ssi,” Jimin mutters, starting the car. He doesn’t pull out of the parking spot, though, rather stares at Jeongguk. “I’m not going to kill us.”

“A street racer,” Jeongguk corrects. “Which is illegal.”

“Technicalities.” Jimin waves his hand.

Jeongguk gnaws on his bottom lip, staring at Jimin whose hands are gripping tightly at the wheel, but he’s still not backing out of the spot.

“Weren’t you out with your friends tonight?” Jeongguk suddenly asks and almost immediately regrets it when Jimin turns to lock their eyes together. “How did you manage to get yourself arrested? Again.”

Jimin falls quiet, swiping his thumb across his lower lip like he’s debating whether actually answering that or not.

“I wanted to see you,” he finally says, shrugging as he looks away.

Jeongguk’s pulse quickens at the words, throat feeling tight. “Okay,” Jeongguk mocks, rolling his eyes. “I’m serious. It’s been more frequent lately and your dad’s gonna give me shit for it as if I’m supposed to be out here schooling you on what to do and what not to do.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you always do, anyway?” Jimin quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t worry. I think it’s hot.”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Seriously, I—”

“I think you’re hot.”

Jeongguk pauses, eyes slightly widening. His gaze drops to Jimin’s lips, lingering for a brief moment before he lifts it to meet Jimin’s again. 

“Jeongguk.”

“You’re seriously telling me you got yourself arrested for the second time this week because you think I’m hot and you felt like seeing me again?”

Pressure builds in Jeongguk’s gut and it feels so warm and heavy, the air between them too dense, making it difficult to breathe. Jimin shifts, turning the engine off with a groan. He slumps back into his seat and stares out the windshield, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Jeongguk feels this inexplicable urge to do something, but for the time being he stays put, waiting.

“Yeah, I’m seriously telling you that.” Jimin lolls his head to the side, eyes on him again. “I wanted to see you.”

“You could have called me. I’m pretty sure you have my number.”

Jimin snorts, tilting his head back and letting out a giggle. “Yeah, right. And say what? Hey, Jeongguk-ssi. I know you can’t stand me, but I wanted to hang out, so what do you think?”

“Okay, maybe not like that—”

“The only way I know how to get your attention is if you’re forced to see me,” Jimin says, lowering his voice. “Much like you are now. I wanted to see you, so I made it happen.”

“You saw me at the bar earlier,” Jeongguk points out, running a hand through his hair and ignoring the way his heart pounds.

“I wanted to spend time with you.” Jimin doesn’t back down and neither does Jeongguk. He tilts his head to the side, unconvinced.

“Or, you just want to make my life a living hell.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since that night we—”

“Stop,” Jeongguk interrupts, shaking his head. Jimin falls quiet and something inside of Jeongguk twists and so he just— “I haven’t stopped thinking about it, either.”

The silence is excruciating and Jeongguk doesn’t know what pushed him to actually say it, but it's the truth. He’d tried not thinking about it, he’d tried pushing the thought of that night away, tried pushing the thought of Jimin away, but it’s barely worked. Ideally, Jeongguk would just be doing his job and Jimin wouldn’t be able to piss him off this much or have any effect on him at all, but the reality is that’s just not the case.

He watches as Jimin’s lips curl into a smile and there’s not a hint of mockery in it, which is not exactly a first, but it does come close. Jeongguk struggles to breathe and he’s not even thinking clearly; all he wants to do is surge forward and crash his lips against Jimin’s, but he refrains from doing so just yet, despite itching to do so.

“Really?” Jimin asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Really,” Jeongguk admits, nodding his head. “Didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t stop.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten, glittering in the dark as his expression softens. Jeongguk’s chest tightens and despite the two of them looking at each other in the dim, muted light of the parking lot, Jeongguk still finds him to be one of the most beautiful people he’s ever laid his eyes on. If only he wasn’t so—difficult. Irresponsible. All the things that manage to get under Jeongguk’s skin and Jimin… Jimin’s getting under his skin and it’s so, so difficult to get rid of him.

And maybe Jeongguk is delirious because he’s running on no sleep and he’s had a few beers earlier that night, but maybe he doesn’t exactly want to get rid of Jimin.

“I’ve not—I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a second,” says Jimin, voice low and hushed, making the hair on the back of Jeongguk’s neck stand up. “You’re so—” Jimin shifts closer then pauses, letting out a breath. “You make my head all scrambled and shit and I don’t know…” He gestures vaguely, struggling to find the words. “I like riling you up but I also don’t want you to think that—that what happened that night is something I just do with… anyone.”

Without thinking, Jeongguk surges forward, fingers curling underneath Jimin’s chin. He hears Jimin suck in a breath as he leans in dangerously close, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Jimin’s body and to feel his breath on his lips.

Jeongguk tips his head to the side, hand sliding alongside Jimin’s jaw, thumb running over his cheekbone. Jimin stops breathing for a moment and Jeongguk absentmindedly smiles before he presses their lips together, swallowing down a barely audible gasp that escapes Jimin’s lips.

Jimin’s mouth feels soft against Jeongguk’s and he’s quick to slip his tongue in once Jimin parts his lips, their tongues slotting together as Jeongguk deepens the kiss. Jeongguk’s hand slides all the way to grab the back of Jimin’s neck and his other hand reaches for the other side of Jimin’s face, lips not leaving Jimin’s for a second.

It takes a few moments for Jimin to start breathing heavily and then Jeongguk is smiling into the kiss, gently tugging at the hair on the nape of Jimin’s neck. It’s like his head is empty as they kiss and he just allows himself to have this, to not overthink things like he frequently does, allows himself to enjoy this moment. Maybe it has something to do with the way he was feeling earlier, maybe it has something to do with the fact he’s gotten himself off to the thought of Jimin merely a few hours prior to this moment and Jeongguk just—he doesn’t bother fighting it. It’s 4am, he’s barely gotten any sleep and he wants Jimin so much that nothing rational he might have to say to stop himself from doing this doesn’t even matter anymore.

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” Jimin whispers against his lips, hands gripping tightly at Jeongguk’s shoulders as he searches Jeongguk’s face.

Jeongguk huffs out a quiet laugh, stroking the side of Jimin’s face. “A terrible one,” he says, but does nothing to stop Jimin from crashing their lips together again.

When Jimin slips his hand underneath his blazer, Jeongguk’s cock twitches, growing harder as Jimin desperately grips at his waist, moaning into his mouth. Jeongguk feels Jimin’s skin getting hotter under his touch, feels him getting impatient as he practically pushes Jeongguk all the way so his back is hitting the door and that’s when Jeongguk knows—whatever it is that happened that night, it’s going to happen again.

“Jimin,” he mumbles, gently trying to push Jimin away but he doesn’t seem to notice—just desperately keeps kissing Jeongguk, fingertips running underneath his skirt, dipping into the skin. “Jimin. Hold up.”

Jimin pauses and pulls back, catching his breath as he looks back at Jeongguk, spit-slicked lips shining in the dark as he smiles at him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so hot I just can’t—”

“Lean back and slide your pants down,” Jeongguk says, surprised at the breathiness of his own voice. He quickly strips out of his blazer and then he’s working on unbuttoning his slacks when he notices that Jimin is just staring at him with his eyes wide and mouth parted. “What?” he asks. “You want this, don’t you?”

Jimin immediately snaps out of it and frantically nods his head, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “Yeah, what the fuck,” he mutters as if he can’t believe Jeongguk had said yes to this and honestly, Jeongguk doesn’t quite believe it himself, either. “God, Jeongguk, the amount of times I’ve thought about you in the past couple of weeks—” he says and then cuts himself off, focusing on stripping out of his underwear. Jeongguk can hear him slide his jeans all the way down.

“Push your seat all the way back, gonna need as much room as we can get,” Jeongguk mutters, ignoring the way heat floods his cheeks when he pushes his underwear away and exposes how painfully hard he already is, despite having done nothing but kiss. “You got lube, right?”

“Fuck do you take me for?” Jimin tilts his eyebrows and reaches for the glove compartment and pops it open, taking a bottle of lube and condoms out of it, waving them in front of Jeongguk’s face.

“Okay, move,” Jeongguk says and Jimin immediately obliges, lowering and pushing his seat back as much as possible so he can give Jeongguk more room. The downside of fucking in a cramped-up sports car isn’t just the lack of space but also the low top, but he’s determined to make it work.

He’s hot and itchy with arousal and all he wants to do is feel Jimin inside of him. Jeongguk knows this one’s going to be hard, fast, and fucking dirty.

Jimin immediately squirts lube onto his hand and Jeongguk climbs onto his lap and god— it’s uncomfortable, but Jeongguk knew what he was getting himself into.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin gasps as Jeongguk presses his ass down to his cock. Jeongguk is only a little pleased that Jimin is just as hard as he is. “Jeongguk.”

“Shit—wait,” Jeongguk freezes, turning over his shoulder and looking out through the windshield, slightly hunching down.

“Wha—”

“Quiet, someone’s coming,” whispers Jeongguk, heartbeat quickening.

There is a group of people entering the parking lot and Jeongguk watches them approach a car that’s not too far away from them and though he is fairly certain they can’t see them, it’s best to not draw any attention because holy shit—they’re at a police station parking lot and this may be one of the dumbest things Jeongguk has ever done, he’s just too aroused to care.

Jeongguk gasps in surprise when he feels Jimin’s fingers slip between his cheeks and press against his rim, hissing at him, though he still pushes his ass back to meet Jimin’s hand.

“Fuck, you’re so—” Jeongguk’s voice cuts off and he shudders when Jimin presses his mouth to the side of Jeongguk’s jaw and pushes a finger inside, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“So what, hm?” Jimin asks, leaving kisses alongside Jeongguk’s jawline, adding another finger in, making heat curl up at the base of Jeongguk’s stomach. Shivers run down Jeongguk’s spine as he feels Jimin’s breath on his skin and he tries his best not to move too much but he can’t help it; Jimin’s fingers feel good, but they’re just not enough.

“Goddamn impatient,” Jeongguk says and when he sees the group of people get into the car, he pushes Jimin back onto the seat and presses their lips together, both to hide them from the invasive headlights which briefly point into their direction and because he really, really wants to.

Jimin picks up the pace, fingers slipping in and out of him quicker and Jeongguk clenches tightly around him as he swallows Jimin’s moans and kisses him messily, grinding his hips against Jimin’s crotch, creating just enough friction for his cock to start drooling precome all over the soft material of Jimin’s shirt.

Pressure builds up in Jeongguk’s groin and he’s ready for more, he wants more, and so he fists at Jimin’s leather jacket, burying his face into Jimin’s neck and nipping at the soft skin, electricity spreading underneath his skin every time Jimin heavily moans into the silence.

“That’s enough,” says Jeongguk, wiggling out of Jimin’s grip just enough for his fingers to slip out. Jeongguk’s rim clenches over nothing and he almost regrets it, but he needs to get off and for that, Jeongguk’s gonna need a cock buried deep inside of him. “Where are the condoms?”

Jeongguk is quick to rip the packet and then he’s clumsily rolling the condom onto Jimin’s flushed cock. His entire body throbs with anticipation, fingers trembling as he messily squirts more lube onto them and coats the condom with an extra layer.

“Alright,” he huffs, more so to himself. He grimaces as he shifts into a different position and Jimin slides a little further underneath him, hands placed on Jeongguk’s hips to help support him. “I’m gonna need you to help me out here and fuck me fast and hard so we’re out of here before dawn, clear?”

Jimin’s eyes gleam in the dark as he looks back at him, lips spreading into a sheepish smile. “Aren’t you the one on top of me, though?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, baby,” says Jeongguk, the pet name slipping past his lips without his permission but judging by the way Jimin’s eyes widen, he doesn’t mind. Jeongguk slowly sinks down onto Jimin’s cock and he lets his eyes flutter shut as he feels himself getting filled up. The familiar burn of the stretch feels so welcome and so good that Jeongguk’s entire skin breaks out into goosebumps. He opens his eyes once he’s all the way seated, then glances behind him, just to make sure there’s no one around. “When I go up, you keep that pretty ass of yours in place and when I go down, you push your hips up to meet mine as hard as you can, got it?”

“G-Got it,” Jimin chokes out as Jeongguk clenches around him, slightly lifting his hips up.

“And I want you to jerk me off while you’re doing that.” He takes Jimin’s hand and then curls it around his cock, tightening Jimin’s grip around it nice and hard. “That’s right. Squeeze it harder. Good.”

Jeongguk sinks back down onto him slowly and Jimin lifts his hips to slowly push his cock inside of Jeongguk and he nods his head in approval, moaning quietly as he squeezes Jimin’s hand even harder around his cock.

“Alright,” he says and lets Jimin’s hand go, pressing his own against the window for support. “Alright, let’s—let’s—”

Jimin slams his hips into him as Jeongguk slides down his cock and the sensation is out of this world. They start slow at first, trying to find the pace, and Jimin’s hand is tightly wrapped around Jeongguk’s cock, sliding up and down with ease, thumb dipping into the slit every now and again, making Jeongguk’s body shake with arousal.

He ignores the way his thighs cramp in the small space and continues bouncing up and down Jimin’s cock, unable to hold in the loud moans that escape him every time Jimin’s cock fills him up entirely. It’s uncomfortable but it feels so good; he’s filled up and breathless and the heat in his stomach and in the car is unbearable, the windows fog up as both of them grunt and moan, too lost in chasing their orgasms to focus on anything else and Jeongguk picks up the pace, desperate to get them both off as fast as he can.

There’s only a single distant thought in the back of his mind hoping that no cops will wander into this part of the parking lot but other than that, Jeongguk really doesn’t give a shit. The summer heat, Jimin inside of him and his hand wrapped around Jeongguk’s cock, jerking him off quickly and steadily making his mind hazy and he grinds his hips harder, huffing out a loud moan as Jimin’s cock brushes against his prostate, is almost enough to make him come on the spot.

“You’re so fucking—” Jeongguk grits out, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Jimin’s hips meet his. “Fuck—such a goddamn nuisance but such a good cock—”

“Now w-what would you do without me, J-Jeonggukie, h-hm?” Jimin is breathless, hair sticking to the layer of sweat on his forehead. “Y-You’d be out of a j-job.”

“So fucking full of yourself,” Jeongguk groans, biting his lower lip between his teeth. He’s no longer able to keep it together, Jimin’s grip on him too tight, hand sliding up and down too fast. The pressure is unbearable. Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut and stops moving, breath catching in his throat. “F-Fuck, that’s right, that’s right, harder, grip it harder—that’s right—fas-faster—”

Jimin obliges and the next thing Jeongguk knows his vision is spotting white, eyes rolling to the back of his head and all the pressure that’s built up in his gut explodes, making him spill all over Jimin’s white shirt, something between a grunt and a moan escaping his lips. He feels himself clenching around Jimin and he vaguely hears Jimin hissing underneath him as he jerks Jeongguk off through his orgasm, and it takes Jeongguk a long minute to finally open his eyes and sober up.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jimin says, staring at him in awe, then letting go of his cock and settling both of his hands onto Jeongguk’s ass instead. “So fucking hot, you don’t even get it.”

The words make Jeongguk’s heart jump, but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on them; he’s about to slide back down onto Jimin’s cock when he feels it slam into him, making his body jolt in surprise.

“Sorry, baby,” mutters Jimin breathily, nails digging into the soft flesh of Jeongguk’s ass. “Gonna come, too.”

Jeongguk nods, unable to speak. So, he allows Jimin to fuck into him hard and fast, and before he knows it, Jimin is struggling to catch his breath, his hips jerking uncontrollably, lips bitten raw, and then he’s coming, too. He holds onto Jeongguk tightly, and Jeongguk lets Jimin fuck him through his orgasm, feeling breathless as he does.

When Jimin finally settles and his sweaty hands limply drop by his sides, Jeongguk forces himself to move. He gets off Jimin with shaky legs, wincing as he slumps into the passenger’s seat, his ass feeling sore.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jimin reaches to rub his sweaty face with his hands and it’s only then that Jeongguk notices that he’s soaked, too. Jeongguk tries not to stare at the way Jimin’s cock twitches against his hip with the condom still on, not really getting any softer despite the fact he’d just climaxed. “The shit you do to me, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk snorts, quickly putting his clothes back on, stomach dropping for a second as he spots two cops having a smoke break behind the station.

“Shit,” he hisses at Jimin, nodding toward the policemen. “You think they saw us?”

Jimin lifts his seat back up and wiggles back into his pants, takes the condom off and waves it in the air between them, making heat flood Jeongguk’s cheeks. “Hm?”

“Put that away, you idiot,” Jeongguk orders and Jimin grins at him, but still lowers his hand. Jeongguk finishes getting dressed and when Jimin quirks an eyebrow at him, Jeongguk just nods.

“You’re finally gonna drive with me, huh handsome?” Jimin says and Jeongguk scoffs, putting his seatbelt on.  

He’s still feeling a bit hazy, mind filled with thoughts and flashbacks from the night they first had sex in Jeongguk’s Mercedes, flashbacks from just moments ago. Slowly but surely, Jeongguk realizes that once is a mistake—twice isn’t.

“Guess so,” Jeongguk says, biting down on his lower lip.

“Who would’ve thought that me getting arrested was going to be worth it again,” Jimin sighs contentedly and Jeongguk blushes again, shaking his head. “Just, you’re so—”

“Stop,” Jeongguk snorts, propping his elbow against the window as Jimin slowly pulls out of the parking spot. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a pretty big deal,” Jimin says, sliding his window down just as they’re passing the two cops on their smoke break who look at the two of them suspiciously, pausing their chatter.

What Jeongguk doesn’t expect Jimin to do is to throw the used condom into their direction and shout, “so long, pigs,” and step on the gas, effortlessly swerving into a side street and stopping all the way at the end of it, giggling uncontrollably.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, his mouth parting in shock as he stares at Jimin, tingles clawing at the low of his back. “What the fuck did you do that for?” Jeongguk turns around, heart rising up to his throat as he tries to figure out if there’s a cop car following behind them or not. “Are you insane?”

“Oh, come on.” Jimin sticks out his bottom lip, hitting the breaks. “It was a parting gift.”

“A parting gift?” Jeongguk asks, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Keep pulling that shit and both of us are going to be sitting in that cell together.”

Jeongguk can’t believe his eyes, can’t believe Jimin, but he’s fucked out and growing more tired with each passing minute. All he wants is to get into the shower and then under his sheets.

“You and me in a cell together sounds kind of good, if I’m being honest.”

“Just shut up and drive, Jimin,” says Jeongguk, gripping at the hem of his seatbelt a lot tighter than he would like to admit. Jimin is a maniac behind the wheel, and as much as a part of Jeongguk wants to feel irritated with what Jimin’s just done, he needs to brace himself and hope he’s getting home in one piece. The last thing he needs is Jimin getting them both in trouble with the police and Jeongguk having to call his dad to bail them both out of jail, especially when they’ve just done the stupidest thing ever and had sex in the parking lot of a police station. “And don’t get into a chase with the cops or something equally as ridiculous as that again, alright?”

“You’re so fuckin’ hot when you order me around, you know?” Jimin’s lips spread into a wicked smile, and he turns to wink at him, revving the engine so hard Jeongguk’s entire body vibrates. Jesus Christ. “But I can’t make any promises, baby. You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

Jeongguk’s back slams into the seat as Jimin hits the gas and he’s breathless for a moment, eyes widening and throat closing up as Jimin makes a sharp turn, making the wheels squeak.

“Fucking hell, Jimin,” Jeongguk grits through his teeth and his heartbeat quickens, palms sweating as he watches the speed of the car increase alarmingly fast as they swerve into an empty street.

Jimin glances over at him, laughing like a lunatic over the loud roar of the engine. “Oh, loosen up, baby,” he says, biting his lip. “Don’t you trust me?”

Swallowing heavily, Jeongguk shakes his head, his heart dropping down into his stomach. Absolutely fucking not.

“No!”

“Well too bad,” Jimin shouts back, speeding up and slightly drifting past two cars, quickly getting on the highway that’s to Jeongguk’s relief, mostly clear of traffic. “Hold on tight, highways are my favorite.”

By the time they reach Jeongguk’s apartment building his heart is in his throat; he doesn’t feel his stomach and there’s a possibility he doesn’t feel his legs either. When he looks at his reflection in the rearview mirror, Jeongguk doesn’t remember the last time his eyes were this wide with fear.

“Oh my god,” Jimin coos, leaning into Jeongguk’s space as he pulls over. “You’re so fucking cute. Don’t worry, everyone gets a little frightened the first time.”

“There’s another time after that?” Jeongguk asks in disbelief, fingers trembling as he reaches to unfasten his seatbelt.

“Sometimes,” Jimin says, letting out a low laugh. “People usually like the adrenaline rush.”

“I feel nothing but absolute dread and fear,” says Jeongguk, swallowing heavily. “You’re fucking insane. How do cops even manage to get you?”

Jimin’s expression falters slightly and he fidgets in his seat, clearing his throat.

“Um,” he begins. Jeongguk tilts his eyebrows. “Do you want me to be honest, or…?”

Jeongguk shrugs. “Go ahead.”

“Well, you see.” Jimin clears his throat again, cheeks darkening. “The only time I actually got was the first time you bailed me out. And it was because I accidentally swerved into a dead-end street while Taehyung was arguing with Yoongi over the phone and distracted me. Um, everything after that was me getting caught on purpose.”

Jeongguk’s heart stutters, mouth hanging open. “You—”

“I just thought you were really hot,” Jimin drops his gaze to his lap, uncomfortably rubbing the side of his face. “I mean, I still do. Just, I dunno. I wanted to keep seeing you and it was kind of fun to get you all pissed off and shit. But I did it so I can—you know.”

Jeongguk rubs the back of his neck, his stomach swooping at the words. He sighs and leans back into the seat, staring out through the windshield and watching as the sun slowly starts rising on the horizon. His thoughts move slowly. It’s almost 5am, he’s fucked out and tired and here Jimin is—practically confessing that all of his bullshit was practically orchestrated as means to get Jeongguk to…well. To do exactly what they did just a little while ago.

“Well, since we’re being honest,” Jeongguk sighs and lolls his head to the side, eyes meeting Jimin’s again. “I guess I can’t stand you but… It’s not like I can’t stand fucking you. I don’t know why it happened the first time but—I wouldn’t mind it happening again.”

Jimin smiles, wide and so, so innocent that Jeongguk has trouble connecting this person to the person who threw a used condom at the cops and the person who’d just driven him home. But he’s so—god, he’s beautiful and he’s adorable and Jeongguk won’t lie, he’s a good fuck.

“So, are you saying—”

“That if you feel like picking up the phone and calling me… I’ll answer.” Jeongguk says, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “And if you want to see me outside of the station, you just might.”

Jimin’s expression softens, and he nods his head as his eyes glitter happily and somehow, the whole thing warms Jeongguk’s heart.

“Okay, then. I’ll take you up on that offer, Jeongguk-ssi,” he says sweetly as Jeongguk opens the door to get out of the car.

Before he closes the door, he hunches down to grab his briefcase, then throws Jimin one last look. “Oh, and, one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“You can drop the honorifics, Jimin hyung.”

—

“Everything looking good?” Jeongguk lifts his gaze up as Namjoon walks into the office, throwing a dirty, oil-stained cloth over his shoulder.

“Yep, your baby is ready to roll,” Namjoon confirms, slumping down into a chair next to Jeongguk’s.

His tank top is stained and he’s sweatier than usual, and Jeongguk feels just a little bad for not being out there to keep him company, but he’s been too busy replying to some emails and Namjoon’s father’s office has an AC that’s very convenient.

“Thanks, hyung,” Jeongguk says, reaching to place his hand onto Namjoon’s shoulder but deciding against it when he notices just how sweaty and sticky Namjoon is.

“Wow, thanks,” Namjoon huffs, realizing why Jeongguk’s pulling back. “I’m not that dirty.”

“Hmph.” Jeongguk scrunches his nose. “I’m wearing Dior. Better safe than sorry.”

“You’re annoying as fuck, you know that?” Namjoon asks, getting up and walking over toward the mini-fridge to get a bottle of water. “Want one?”

Jeongguk shakes his head no.

“So I’ve been told.”

“What have you been up to lately?” Namjoon asks, popping the cap open and taking a sip. “Anything I should know about?”

Jeongguk blushes and puts his phone away into the inner pocket of his blazer, shrugging nonchalantly. “Nope. I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta go back to work. You know how dad gets.”

Namjoon makes a face, nodding sympathetically. “I do, got one right here. I think it’s even worse that he’s taking meetings with a tire company today because I’m all alone and swamped with work.”

“On that note.” Jeongguk rises to his feet. “I better get going.”

They walk out of the office and into the shop, and Jeongguk makes sure to pay Namjoon before he has to leave, despite Namjoon insisting that he shouldn’t—it’s just an oil change.

“Hyung, shut up and take the money.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, shoving the money into Namjoon’s hand. “Oh, before I leave, Hoseok hyung texted me something about Saturday but I—”

“And here I was, hoping you’d answer my calls so you can take me out on a date on Saturday night,” Jimin's voice comes unexpected, making both Jeongguk and Namjoon’s necks snap into his direction. “Namjoon hyung. Jeongguk-ah.”

“Oh, you’re early,” Namjoon says, glancing over at his watch and narrowing his eyes. He looks back and forth between Jeongguk and Jimin. “A date? What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Jeongguk says quickly, cheeks darkening. His heart hammers against the inside of his chest as he looks at Jimin.

He’s wearing black ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, no sight of his leather jacket. His makeup has slightly melted with the heat, smudged around the corners of his eyes. His hair is freshly dyed orange and Jimin runs his fingers through it, giving Jeongguk a small smile.

Jimin had called. He’d called twice in the past week, but Jeongguk had been so busy and he’d been meaning to call back—just didn’t want to give Jimin some half-assed excuse as to why he can’t make it until he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to be free this weekend. Which he is. Which is exactly why he’d been planning on calling him back after work and asking him if he’s free Saturday night.

“Well,” Namjoon says, still looking back and forth between the two of them in confusion.

“Hyung, would it be okay if I had a word with Jeongguk alone?” Jimin asks, flashing Namjoon an apologetic smile. “Just a few minutes, I promise.”

Namjoon looks at the clock again. “I guess I could take a lunch break,” he grumbles, looking at Jimin. “Considering you’re early.”

“And Seokjin hyung is running a little late too, so take your time,” Jimin winks at him and Namjoon throws Jeongguk a look.

“Alright, Jeonggukie, be good,” Namjoon says, tossing the cloth and his gloves onto the bench beside them. “You too. I’ll be back in like…twenty minutes.”

“Perfect. Thank you hyung.”

Namjoon gets into his car and pulls out of the shop, leaving him and Jimin alone.

“So,” Jimin begins, clearing his throat. “I called.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, hyung,” says Jeongguk, genuinely feeling bad. Guilt seeps through his skin and it’s not the end of the world—but he really did want to see Jimin. Maybe, he’d even hoped he’d get a phone call in the middle of the night from his father, letting him know that Jimin needs to be bailed out. “I’ve been all over the place with work. I barely had the time to like…come here and get an oil change. I was going to call you back later today, I swear.”

Jimin cocks an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Were you, now?”

“I was,” Jeongguk nods, biting his lip. “I was just going to tell Namjoon hyung that I can’t make it to his and Hoseok hyung’s plans on Saturday because I planned on calling you and asking if you wanted to… uh. Hang out.”

Jimin folds his arms over his chest, still not convinced. He walks over to his Mazda and leans back against the hood, still defensively facing Jeongguk. Jeongguk would possibly feel guiltier if he didn’t find the way Jimin’s acting right now cute— which comes as another novelty to him. Jeongguk can possibly count the number of times he’d found Jimin cute on one hand.

“What if I don’t want to hang out? What if I want to be taken out on a date?”

Jeongguk’s brain short-circuits for a brief moment and his breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening. He quickly collects himself, though, because—fuck it. They’ve already had sex twice and if they don’t plan on stopping then…then maybe asking Jimin out on a date could be beneficial to the both of them. Jimin would stay out of jail, and Jeongguk might get some good night sleep.

“Then I’ll take you out on a date.”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

“How?” Jeongguk furrows his brows in confusion, shifting his weight uncomfortably, unsure of what to say. That is, until there’s a familiar glint in Jimin’s eyes that makes heat curl up in the pit of his stomach and Jeongguk huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “I see.”

He walks over toward Jimin, taking his arms from where they’re folded over Jimin’s chest and slides his hands down to Jimin’s wrists, grip tightening around them.

“Park Jimin,” Jeongguk says, looking him straight in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me on Saturday night?”

Jimin tries his best to bite back a smile but he nods his head anyway, and Jeongguk can’t tell if the slight flush of his cheeks is because of the summer heat or the question Jeongguk’s just asked.

“I would love to,” Jimin hums and Jeongguk releases his wrists, hands travelling up to rest against the sides of Jimin’s face.

Jeongguk’s heart jumps at the proximity he’s initiating but he stills leans in, lips curling into a small smile as he gently tips forward into Jimin’s space, close enough to hear the barely audible way Jimin’s breath catches in his throat.

“Mmm, cute,” says Jeongguk, fingers curling around Jimin’s jaw, gripping tightly as he tugs him forward, slotting their lips together.

The kiss is slow and soft, Jeongguk’s tongue lazily licking across Jimin’s lower lip, shivers running down his spine as Jimin grabs him by the waist, opening his mouth to allow Jeongguk’s tongue to slide in. Jeongguk pushes Jimin further against the hood of the car, hand sliding to the back of Jimin’s nape to keep him balanced.

“You moan so prettily,” says Jeongguk after Jimin sighs into his mouth, fingers gripping tighter at Jeongguk’s dress shirt. “Wanna let me make it up to you for not calling you back?”

Jimin pulls back, an amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Yeah? You wanna make it up to me?”

“Don’t get used to it,” Jeongguk chuckles lowly, shaking his head. “But I feel like this time around, I do owe you one.”

Jimin lets out a breath, eyes not leaving Jeongguk’s. “Maybe you do.”

Jeongguk doesn’t waste time; he drops down to his knees, quickly unbuckling Jimin’s belt and smirking at the surprised gasp that leaves Jimin’s lips, and he pushes him all the way onto the hood of his Mazda, pulling his jeans and underwear down to his ankles.

“Hard already, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, voice filled with amusement. “Jesus, I barely touched you.”

“Shut up, I have a thing for suits,” Jimin says and looks away, cheeks coloring a deeper shade of red. “Or rather, I have a thing for you in suits.”

“Stop talking and let me suck your dick,” Jeongguk mutters, spitting into his hand and wrapping it around Jimin’s hard cock, not holding back a chuckle when Jimin gasps out loud. “We don’t have much time. Anyone could walk in.”

Jimin sprawls across the hood of his car and moans as Jeongguk takes him into his mouth, hand curled steadily at the base, lips sucking onto the tip. He pushes his cock all the way down Jeongguk’s throat, swallowing as much as he can until Jeongguk’s gag reflex doesn’t allow him to anymore. Jeongguk licks a wet stripe starting at the base and drags his tongue all the way to the head, dipping the tip into the slit, making Jeongguk hiss.

“God,” Jimin groans, hand finding Jeongguk’s hair and tugging on the strands. Jeongguk makes a noise of complaint and smacks Jimin’s hand away, sucking harder on the head of his cock. “Feisty—”

He’s cut off by the way Jeongguk swallows down his cock, and there’s saliva dripping down the corners of Jeongguk’s mouth as lewd, wet noises fill out the otherwise silent mechanic shop. Jeongguk’s vision blurs and he starts working his hand alongside his mouth, picking up the pace and ignoring the way his own cock starts throbbing in his pants as the noises Jimin lets out become breathier, more frequent, and Jeongguk tastes more and more precome on his tongue.

“You’re so fucking—fucking hot Jeongguk-ah, what t-the fuck,” Jimin’s hips jerk as Jeongguk swallows him whole, lightly gagging before he takes Jimin’s cock out of his mouth and runs his wet thumb over the top. “Oh god I’m gonna fucking come—”

Jeongguk feels the hot sweat trickle down the sides of his face and his spine so he puts more effort into maintaining his pace, wanting to get Jimin off quick and fast, before Namjoon or his father—or Seokjin —walk inside and catch them.

“Ah—that’s right, right there—oh my god,” Jimin whines and then Jeongguk’s mouth is filled with come, some of it dripping down his chin as he struggles to swallow it all.

It’s warm and sticky and just slightly bitter, and Jeongguk swallows down the rest of it as Jimin’s chest heaves and his body twitches with pleasure while Jeongguk sucks him off through his orgasm.

Once he’s sucked Jimin dry, Jeongguk slowly gets up, wincing from being in an uncomfortable position for a little too long. He drags Jimin’s pants up and buttons them for him as Jimin watches him with wide eyes, hair sticking to his forehead and makeup even more messed up than when he’d first walked in.

“Well,” Jeongguk begins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you look like you just got your dick sucked.”

Jimin bursts out laughing, sweeping his bangs away from his forehead. He buckles his belt as Jeongguk smooths down the wrinkles of his dress shirt and dusts off his pants, tilting his eyebrows at Jimin. “Well?”

“You always give blowjobs like this?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Jeongguk grins at him, leaning into his space. “This is just to make up for not calling you back. Blowjobs are way better when you’ve actually worked hard to deserve them.”

“Holy shit.” Jimin’s eyes widen and Jeongguk wraps his arm around his waist, pulling him closer so they’re barely an inch apart.

“Gonna text you the details for Saturday,” Jeongguk mutters against his lips, eyes flicking back and forth between his mouth and his eyes. “Get yourself arrested in the meantime and this is the last blowjob you’ll ever get from me, okay?”

Jeongguk leans in to press a kiss to Jimin’s mouth, kissing Jimin deep and hard for a long moment before he pulls back, really needing to go back to work.

“Yes sir,” Jimin replies, eyes still a little unfocused as he watches Jeongguk. There’s a fucked-out smile plastered across his face and Jeongguk wishes he could stay longer but—duty calls.

Jeongguk walks over to his car and gets in, watching Jimin as he pulls out of the shop, their eyes locked together until the very last moment. His stomach swoops with anticipation and excitement, heart fluttering as Jimin smiles and waves at him, right before Jeongguk’s car disappears behind the fence.

Jeongguk smiles to himself, shaking his head. He can still taste Jimin on his tongue and there’s something so ridiculous about this whole entire situation but—Jeongguk doesn’t care. He has a date to look forward to.

—

“You look…”

“Like you?” Jeongguk asks when Jimin opens the door, leaning against the doorframe.

“I was going to say gorgeous,” Jimin says, checking his pockets for his belongings before closing the door and nodding his head toward the elevator, signalling Jeongguk to start walking. “But that works, too. I don’t know how I’m going to sit through an entire dinner and not think about tearing off that leather jacket.”

“So eager, hyung,” Jeongguk teases, sliding his hand down to Jimin’s lower back as he gently pushes him into the elevator. “I have to disappoint you, though. I don’t put out on the first date.”

Jimin grins at him. “And I don’t do dates, yet here we are. Guess we’re both gonna have a first tonight.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jeongguk groans, smacking Jimin’s upper arm.

They laugh as they exit the building and Jimin rolls his eyes and fondly mutters something along the lines of loser when Jeongguk holds the door of his Lexus open for him.

Jeongguk slides into the driver’s seat, briefly checking the Maps app on his phone, trying to find the fastest route to the restaurant. Jimin shifts and then clears his throat a couple of times before Jeongguk lifts his gaze to meet Jimin’s, tilting his head to the side.

“Hyung?” Jeongguk asks, slightly concerned.

“I just—I have a question.”

Jeongguk presses his lips together. “Shoot.”

“How do you stand on falling in love, Jeongguk-ah?”

“I—”

“Because I might be like… halfway there.”

Jimin’s cheeks darken and Jeongguk’s heart flutters, and he’s unable to stop the warmth that spreads all over his body.

This guy. This fucking guy.

Jeongguk leans back into his seat, starting the car and gripping the wheel tightly with both of his hands. He hits the gas, eyes glued to the road and he refuses to look at Jimin when he speaks.

“Hm, not sure I’m quite there yet. Maybe I have some catching up to do,” he says and doesn’t miss the small, disappointed noise which leaves Jimin’s mouth. He glances over at him, smiling at him, chest full of warmth. “I’ll let you know where I stand by the end of the night.”

Jimin’s face brightens up at that, eyes glittering happily as he tries to hold back a giggle.

Jeongguk knows he’s already there before they even make it to the restaurant.