I think you already know what I want (Patreon)

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He hasn’t told the coach yet.

Jimin dared him to do it, with that look in his eyes, but Jeongguk has just kept his mouth shut.

It’s fun, seeing Jimin on edge whenever he’s around. His ankle is all good, but he pretends it still hurts, just so he can come into Jimin’s office unannounced, have him tend to his needs.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

He’s been wanting to ask that for a while, hasn’t seen the guy around anymore, the one he caught Jimin with.

Jimin glares at him from under his lashes, his small hands working his ankle, stretching it with care, so focused on his job.

He needs something else, needs to get under Jimin’s skin.

“Actually, my thigh hurts too, could you take a look at it?”

“Now?”

There, that flash of irritation, that’s exactly what he craves.

“Please, hyung?”

Jimin’s fingers halt for a second before they continue. Can’t fool Jeongguk at all, he knows it does something to Jimin. There’s that slight change of breath, the tips of his ears turning red.

“What kind of pain is it?”

“I think it’s just a muscle cramp, but you should check it just to be sure.”

“Fine. Lie down.”

Jeongguk cant help the small smirk curling on his lips as he lies down on Jimin’s table, hands behind his head.

Jimin touches his thigh right above the knee, thumb running along the muscle, digging into it a little harshly.

“Tell me where it aches.”

Jeongguk licks his lips, lets Jimin run his thumb higher and higher, until he can sense the hesitation, thumb moving slower, blush appearing over Jimin’s nose and cheeks.

“A little higher.”

He moves one of the legs of his shorts up with one hand.

Jimin looks at him, his jaw clenched, but he can’t tell him no, that’s the beauty of this. It’s his work.

So Jimin moves his hand up, until he reaches his inner thigh, and then Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, as if in pain.

“Could you give me a massage there?”

The look he gets is one of wet dreams. Sharp eyes bore into his skull, and that hand digs into his skin like he wants to claw it off. It sends a hot rush down his spine. After a year of that impassive, bored expression, and that distant ‘I’m better than you’ attitude, seeing Jimin like this is..

Making him hard, apparently.

It’s quite obvious, Jimin hasn’t even started his massage, and he’s tenting in his shorts.

Jimin stares at it, blinking as if he can’t believe what’s happening.

To be honest, he isn’t completely sure either. It’s something about the sense of control he has over Jimin, the way he can get to him, those pretty expressions, they’re all making his skin burn up.

“Maybe a little higher..”

He says softly.

Jimin’s eyelashes flutter as they look up at him, the redness of his cheeks increasing.

“What the fuck are you implying?”

Finally, he’s swearing.

Jeongguk grabs Jimin’s collar, pulls him close, throws all previous pleasantries and fake stuck-up formalities out of the window. He couldn’t care less right now. Jimin’s pretty eyes are wide, face just an inch away from his own.

“I think you already know what I want.”

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