WIPWEDNESDAY • Canon Compliant Calvin Klein drabble (Patreon)

It feels natural to come back to Jeongguk’s place after his schedule. Even though it’s been a while, a long while since they’ve really met up, just the two of them.

They used to stick together, but ever since they went on a break he’s just been so busy with his album, practically always slept at his producer’s place, spent his nights on writing, recording, talking, promoting, shooting videos. He hasn’t had the time. Sure there were some texts in the group chat every now and then, but honestly, it’s been months.

What he absolutely hadn’t expected to see in the middle of the night was Jeongguk, live, watching him and Yoongi on Suchwita, then reacting to a compilation of all the members teasing him.

And what he’d expected even less was the next day, when he started his own live, a sea of messages from Jeongguk, all from Jeongguk.

Honestly, Jeongguk has always been the aloof type. Very boyish, very cool, used to be shy but is now a tough guy. Jimin likes it, really. They’ve always had a push and pull relationship. Whenever he’d dote on Jeongguk he’d receive the cold shoulder, whenever he ignored Jeongguk, he would circle round him, make him laugh, get his attention.

But, he’d always do it quietly, preferable with no one else around to see. So it took him by surprise, to see Jeongguk so openly watch content of him, laughing and biting his lip and pursing them with absolute adoration written on his face. To have him comment on every thing he said during his own live, teasing him.

Maybe it was a little forward, inviting himself over to have ramen at Jeongguk’s place. But he’s his hyung, and they’re friends, they’re really close friends.

Well.

Yeah..

Well?

Yeah.

Friends.

The way they’re eating ramen together right now, friends. The way he’s staring at Jeongguk’s new Calvin Klein picture, less so. Jeongguk is showing it quite proudly, and honestly it’s something to be proud of, but Jimin’s throat runs dry instantly.

“So cool.”

That’s really all that he can muster. Cool doesn’t quite cut it, but you know.

Jeongguk nods in agreement.

“It was fun. Really.”

He shows another picture, and Jimin feels his body tense up, eyes running over Jeongguk’s chest, his stomach, his waist. And then the sleeve tattoo, the lip piercing.

He licks his lips once, memories flooding back to that one time. They’ve never really talked about it again. Well, there wasn’t anything to talk about.

Well.

Yeah..

Well?

Maybe there was.

Maybe they should have talked. But they didn’t. And it was nothing. When they decided to take a break, all of them were a little emotional, a little unsure and a little tense. After 13 years of living and working together and then going separate ways, yeah, it’s quite emotional.

So that last day, moving out, Jeongguk and him were the last to leave. They drank so much, just to numb the pain, just to have fun in the house one last time before moving out.

When Jimin had lain down on the couch at 6 in the morning, and Jeongguk had crawled on top of him, and buried his face into his neck, that was..

Weird.

Tense.

Sure they had cuddled up at times, slept in the same bed, but that had been years ago. A 26-year-old Jeongguk crawling on top of him on the couch is different than an 16-year-old Jeongguk sleeping next to him and accidentally spooning him.

For some reason, on that couch he had felt Jeongguk’s every little exhale of breath against his neck, had felt the weight on top of him, hyperaware of everywhere they were touching. He had smelled Jeongguk’s shampoo, felt his hair brush against his cheek.

“Hyung I don’t wanna leave.”

Whispered so softly against his ear.

It had probably been the alcohol making him weak, his arms had curled around Jeongguk’s waist, holding him tightly. And it had probably also been the alcohol, Jeongguk’s lips brushing against his neck.

Just the alcohol, nothing more. Making his heart beat faster.

And when they finally got up and actually made it to the door, knowing they’d probably not see each other for a while, knowing they’d never live together again, knowing things would never be the same. Jeongguk had pulled him into an embrace, tightly, staying there for a while.

A long while. Until he’d pulled back and looked at him like that. Jimin had never seen Jeongguk look at him like that. So sad, so sad, and so full of longing. As if he wanted to kiss him senseless, out of sheer fear of letting go. Anything to not face the reality of it all, anything to make the night last longer.

Jimin had felt it in his gut. The fear and the longing at the same time, his heartbeat in his throat, his hands sweaty around Jeongguk’s waist.

He still remembers how Jeongguk’s eyes had darted down to his lips. That’s when he struggled the most. Because fuck, what a bad idea. Such a terrible idea, making his throat run dry and his temperature rise and any rational thought replaced by utter desperation to kiss Jeongguk.

He had backed away though. Maybe it was automatic, a defence mechanism of some sort. He’d just backed away and pretended nothing of that had actually taken place. He’d just said goodbye, told him that he’d still see him all the time, wouldn’t get rid of him so easily.

Jeongguk had cried, a little, had smiled, laughed softly, and promised to see him soon. And then they both went their separate ways.

That’s the last time they spoke, and then it was silent for a while before Jeongguk showed up at his dance practice out of nowhere. Bigger and buffer, hair grown out, big smile on his face.

And this is the second time, eating ramen together, showing each other pictures and videos and sharing stories.

But something has shifted for Jimin. Though he’s always known Jeongguk was never gonna be his, ever since moving out day there’s something about being around Jeongguk that makes him feel like this. Like this when he stares at the picture on Jeongguk’s phone.

He regrets it. Not kissing him.

It was the right choice but he regrets it so much.

And it’s fucking stupid as well, he’s always known Jeongguk wasn’t into guys and he’s always dealt with it really well, never had a chance so it never really hurt. But that night completely fucked him over.

Which is bad, isn’t it? That Jeongguk at his weakest moment was some sort of trigger for him, that he now for some reason thinks he has a chance. It’s ridiculous, and it’s bad. He feels dirty for it. He feels dirty when all he can think about is undressing Jeongguk when he sees those pictures.

He should be a good friend right now. He should be supportive.

“What do you think about this one?”

Jeongguk asks, completely unaware of Jimin’s long, horny and sad inner monologue. Only to show him a picture that lengthens his long, horny and sad inner monologue.

Back muscles stare at him from the screen, a nice white Calvin Klein waistband peeking above the denim, not even fitting around Jeongguk’s tiny waist. Instead of his throat running dry his mouth waters, which is probably worse.

“Cool.”

“You keep saying cool.”

Jeongguk says, talking in pout.

Effective.

“You’re handsome.”

He says, as casual as possible. Jeongguk doesn’t buy it though.

“You’ve said that too.”

“Well what do you want me to say?”

“Just tell me what you like about it.”

“Aren’t you fishing for compliments?”

“I am.”

Jeongguk grins, cheeky and pretty, showing him another picture. Jimin looks at it, leans back in his chair because he feels his cheeks heat up as soon as his eyes land on a picture where Jeongguk is just in underwear.

Nothing else, just white Calvin Klein’s, sitting back in a chair, looking at the camera with that daring expression that sends chills down Jimin’s spine.

God he wants to-

“Well?”

Jeongguk asks, shaking his phone at him impatiently. Jimin only nods.

“Nice.”

“No, tell me what you think.”

“It’s nice.”

“And?”

“You’re handsome.”

“And?”

“Cool.”

“Jimin.”

“It’s hyung.”

“Hyung. For real, I want to know.”

Jeongguk’s voice sounds whiny, like he really wants to hear more.

“What do you want me to say?”

Jimin asks again. Because he can’t say what he really thinks for multiple reasons. Because he’s into men and Jeongguk isn’t and it would just be awkward. Because they’re best friends and have lived together for 13 years, and it wouldn’t be appropriate.

“I want to know what you really think.”

Jeongguk says again, stressing the point.

“I already told you-

“Without restrictions.”

Jeongguk adds, making Jimin blink.

“What do you mean?”

He knows exactly what Jeongguk means but he still asks to give himself time to come up with a lie.

“If you didn’t know me. You know? Just the first thing that comes to mind without having to water it down.”

A blush creeps up Jimin’s neck as Jeongguk scrolls to another picture, and the first thing that comes up in his mind is: fuck me.

“Nice.”

He says instead, averting his gaze.

“No that’s not it. Try again.”

Jeongguk says, shaking his head as he shows another picture.

I want to blow you.

“Very handsome.”

“Jimin-“

“I don’t understand what you want from me-“

“I think you do.”

Jeongguk looks at him like he knows something and Jimin is so afraid he can see right through him. And he probably can, is the thing. Ever since moving out day he’s probably changed around Jeongguk, probably got more distant, more polite, because he didn’t want the closeness they used to have to turn to something else for him.

Ever since moving out day, the feeling of having a chance with Jeongguk, it’s fucking mortifying.

“I can’t tell you what I really think.”

“Why not?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

Jeongguk’s eyes twinkle when he says it, like he finally got what he wanted.

“Tell me anyway.”

“Do you want me to say that it turns me on?”

He regrets it as soon as he says it. the silence that follows is the consequence.

Jeongguk doesn’t look at him, he’s looking down at the table, processing what Jimin just said. But instead of confusion or discomfort there’s just a small quirk of one eyebrow, before he dares to open his mouth.

“Does it?”

He asks.

Jimin blinks, blood running cold.

Jeongguk just sits there across of him, staring strictly at one spot on the table, doesn’t dare to look him in the eyes. He doesn’t have to, Jimin has known him for 13 years, knows him so well that even the slight expressions don’t go past him.

Jeongguk wants it to turn him on.

The whole world comes crashing down at once, but Jimin remains perfectly still. Barely anything to notice on the outside except for his breathing picking up.

Because Jeongguk is trying to seduce him and he’s succeeding. Because Jimin should be responsible and cut this off before it gets worse. But he’s stuck, ears burning up as he stares at the picture, trying to bring it past his lips. Trying to say no, it doesn’t. But it does.

If Jeongguk would look up he’d see that it does. He’d see Jimin’s cheeks turn darker and he’d see his chest heave and he’d see him look for excuses.

The longer he doesn’t say anything the more he’s already saying it. But he’s stuck between confessing and denying and making up something funny to release the tension and pretend it wasn’t a serious question. None of it comes to mind, none of it works, and so it’s just silent.

Until Jeongguk decides to swipe to another picture on his phone which looks completely illegal. Jimin gasps as he takes it in. Jeongguk’s legs are spread, one hand slipped past the waistband of his Calvin Klein’s, curled around his hard cock, outline visible through the fabric.

Jimin has never gotten hard so fast in his life. And he has never felt so turned on and so ashamed for it at the same time either. He’s staring at his best friend, staring at someone he considers family, and yet all he can think about is what Jeongguk’s cock would feel like inside of him.

His mouth is hanging open a little, soft pants leaving his lips just looking at the picture. Only then does he realise this is absolutely not part of the Calvin Klein shoot. When he looks at the picture better he sees Jeongguk’s wardrobe in the background, and concludes that he took this picture in his bedroom.

Deliberately.

To show him.

He wants to say something, but nothing even remotely coherent comes to mind, and instead all that comes out is a soft moan. The most embarrassing answer to Jeongguk’s question.

He quickly turns his head away, shame making his entire face burn up, thighs squeezing tightly together as if to hide his fairly obvious arousal.

“Do you like that one hyung?”

Jeongguk’s tone of voice has considerably dropped and it vibrates just right against Jimin’s ears.

This is-

This is absurd. This is not a real situation, it can’t be. He’s been inside of Jeongguk’s house less than 15 minutes and it’s escalated into this.

Maybe they should’ve talked about it.

Because this is what it’s become now. Maybe if he hadn’t been such a responsible hyung they would have fucked their feelings out and moved on by now. Maybe then he wouldn’t be sitting here with his clown’s nose on, hard because of a picture of his best friend in underwear.

Because now there’s no good excuse. Had it been moving out day it would be different. Everyone would have given that a pass. Oh, you’ve fucked Jeongguk because you didn’t know what to do with all those feelings and memories and nostalgia and you wanted to hold on to something so bad just for a night? Free pass. Instant free pass.

This is a regular Wednesday, he’s hard because of a thirst trap Jeongguk made himself. There’s absolutely no excuse.

Fuck, he regrets it so fucking much. Should have fucking kissed him. Fuck fuck fuck-

“Jimin-hyung..”

He looks at Jeongguk, eye contact making him shiver. Jeongguk’s pupils are blown wide, and he looks like he wants to fuck him in every possible way.

And since fucking when? He would have noticed if Jeongguk looked at him like this before.

Fuck it. Fuck all of it.

“I- I like it.” He clears his throat, nods at the picture, trying to find his confidence. “I like that one.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Your cock.” He blurts out, heat spreading like fire through his veins. “I like it. It looks big.”

Jeongguk seems taken aback by the bluntness, but his cheeks turn a dark shade of red so it’s worth it.

“Shameless.”

Jeongguk says then.

“Who’s shameless? You’re showing me a picture of your dick.”

Jimin argues, feeling himself break out in sweat because he doesn’t know how this situation is going to escalate. Who’s going to make the first move. Because right now they’re just sitting across each other at a table, watching the other with barely concealed lust.

“I have one without the underwear on, want to see?”

See, who’s shameless?

Jeongguk’s finger hovers above his phone on the table, waiting for Jimin to say something. He feels defenceless as he nods, unable to deny how badly he wants to see Jeongguk naked.

When Jeongguk swipes to the next picture Jimin swallows. It’s a pretty picture. Jeongguk sitting back on his bed, manspreading, cock hard against his stomach.

“Fuck..”

Jimin curses under his breath, still nailed into his seat, unable to tear his eyes away. Because Jeongguk does have a nice, big cock. He does have pretty veins on them, and he’s leaking pre-cum and..

Jimin takes the phone quietly, zooming in a little, looking at everything, every little detail of it.

“Oh- oh my god Jeongguk-ah.”

It happens almost automatically, his hands going down to undo the button and zipper of his pants, one hand sliding into his boxers and curling around his cock. As if he’s watching his favourite porn and no one else is in the room with him.

Jeongguk looks at him from across the table, like he can’t believe this is really where it’s going. Jimin is past it now. If Jeongguk is so sneaky to set up this plan to seduce him, he’s just going to do whatever the fuck he wants.

And he wants to look at Jeongguk’s picture and touch himself. He wants to imagine the taste of Jeongguk’s cock on his tongue, the feeling of come spurting over his face. So he does, flicks his wrist as he takes it all in.

“S-so pretty. You’re so pretty-“

Jimin musters, having a difficult time keeping his head from falling back in bliss.

“Yeah hyung? What else?”

Jeongguk asks, short of breath as well. Jimin steals a glance, running his thumb over the head of his cock as he sees the way Jeongguk looks at him.

He realises then and there that he needs Jeongguk inside of him.

“Fuck me.”