Oh, did I say that out loud? (Patreon)

“You’re just petty I always win the race.”

Jimin says, leaning back against the bar, helmet under his arm, cocktail in his hand. His bright pink hair is already enough to get under Jeongguk’s skin, but that mean smirk and sassy quirk of his brow, fuck, that’s even worse.

“You don’t race. You don’t follow the rules of racing.”

He argues, drinking his beer.

Jimin rolls his eyes at him, in that overly dramatic way.

“Racing isn’t about rules. It’s about who’s faster. And we both know, I’m faster.”

He says, downing his cocktail in one go and then sliding a little closer to him on the bar.

Jeongguk’s eyes drag over Jimin’s lithe body in his tight biker outfit, feels his cheeks burn up a little.

“You’re not even a registered racer. It doesn’t count.”

“Bullshit. Just because I didn’t put down a large sum of money doesn’t mean I’m not better at riding.”

Somehow, the word riding registers a little differently in Jeongguk’s head, and he’s stuck with a mental image of Jimin on top of him, naked, heated.

wish he’d ride me once instead of that stupid bike

Jimin’s eyes widen, and Jeongguk blinks at him, catching up a little later because of the alcohol.

“Oh, did I say that out loud?”

He asks, panicking a little as he sees Jimin just stare at him in complete and utter shock.