So here we are… again (Patreon)

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Lo and behold, stalking people online really takes off.

Jimin arrives at the garage near sundown, finds just one guy outside on his knees, working on a motorbike. He’s wearing just a tank top, right arm completely covered in tattoos, biceps bulging, sweat shimmering on his shoulders.

God, he is absolutely delectable.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, puts some extra lip balm on before he walks over in slow strides, coming to a stop right next to the guy, leaning against the motorbike, crossing his long legs.

The guy lifts his head, looks at his legs for a few seconds, doesn’t even look up, keeps working on the bike.

Huh, that’s a first.

Jimin knows how to deal with eye rolls and snide remarks and basically anything except blatant ignoring.

He waits for a few seconds longer, watches the guy’s big eyes focused on literally whatever, who cares, Jimin is literally standing right here why isn’t the guy interested?

“So here we are.. again.”

He starts.

The guy doesn’t budge, just puts some part of the bike on the ground, hands all dirty with grease. Somehow it’s kind of hot, or maybe he’s just horny, either way it’s doing something for him.

“You uh.. you like working 2 jobs?”

Hot guy looks up at him shortly, then continues.

Jimin huffs out a breath.

“Come on, I came all the way here, can’t you at least reply?”

“You’re in my way Park.”

See, that he can work with.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

It takes a second, but then the guy sighs, and stands up with no regard for Jimin’s personal space. and even better is how the guy leans his hands on either side of him, closing him in against the bike.

This is going well, fantastic even. Hot guy looks at him, no sparkle to be found in those dark round eyes, locks of black hair falling over his forehead messily, but his eyebrow piercing still peeks through the strands. And the double rings in his lower lip also don’t go unnoticed.

Fuck, he’s so hot. This is illegal.

“What do you want?”

Ah, the hostility makes Jimin burn up a little. He tilts his head, gives the guy his best bedroom eyes. Then he caresses over the black tank top, hooking a finger around the shoulder strap. He tugs on it, pulls him a little closer.

Their noses touch, and he can feel the slightest brush of cold lip rings against his lower lip, sends a shiver down his spine.

“Take me to the back?”

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