keep going, Jeon (Patreon)

he never really minded being the team’s stand-in masseuse. Ever since the coach found out he’s got his certificate in basic massage therapy he’s been asked to help out left and right whenever someone got a cramp or stiff joints.

he’s basically done it for everyone on the team except for one guy.

jimin and him just never see eye to eye. maybe it’s a pride thing, they’re both equally good on the field, much to Jeongguk’s dismay. jimin is charismatic with the rest of the team, but somehow whenever they talk it’s always jabs and backhanded compliments.

maybe it’s also because they’re both popular with girls, so whenever there is a game, even the crowd compares the both of them; it’s always who’s gonna make more goals this time?

okay, no, he’ll be honest, he once might have accidentally made out with a girl who jimin was seeing. fine, he’ll admit it wasn’t the best move, but jimin went and did the same thing to him later on so

imagine his shock when Jimin comes up to him after training, looking all pissed and embarrassed at the same time, avoiding eye contact like a champ when he says

“I have a cramp.”

that’s all he says too, as if Jeongguk would magically know where and how to help.

He just blinks.

“Okay?”

“You.. help the team right?”

“Yeah, well, usually.”

He hopes Jimin notices the subtle rejection, because he really doesn’t want to give a free massage to this guy.

Except Jimin crosses his arms and flicks his hair out of his face, gives him that sharp look. he’s got slanted eyes, they’d look pretty if he didn’t glare like this.

“Can you please just take a quick look, I’ll go to an actual masseuse if it’s bad.”

actual masseuse

He phrases it so nicely.

Jeongguk is about to say forget it when the coach walks in.

“Oh, good, I was about to ask if you could help Jimin but I see you’re already on it. Thanks Jeongguk.”

He gets a thumbs up and he really can’t say no now, so he just gives a painful smile and a nod back to the coach.

Then he looks at Jimin, huffs out a breath once the coach is gone.

“Fine. Where’s your cramp?”

For some reason Jimin doesn’t reply, just stands there brooding, and Jeongguk is pretty sure that’s not how normal interaction works so he raises a brow.

“Hello? Get on with it.”

“It’s- it’s the back of my thigh.”

Jimin has to force it out.

Jeongguk’s eyes automatically run down Jimin’s figure, those thick thighs hidden behind his loose shorts; but he knows they’re thick, he’s seen them before under the showers.

Yeah, Jimin’s an asshole but he’s hot, so what. Looking isn’t forbidden.

“Okay, pants off then, and turn around.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, and he looks around.

“What, here? Now?”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk looks around too. “You wanted a quick look, no? Or did you wanna come home with me?”

“No. Absolutely not. I meant as in, we’re in the middle of the room.” Jimin nods at a corner then. “Let’s go there.”

Jeongguk has no idea why Jimin is being so squeamish about it, but it’s fine with him so, corner it is.

Actually this looks way more suspicious. They’re in a corner of the changing rooms, and Jimin drops his shorts down to his ankles for him.

If anyone were to come in it’d look like something else entirely.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to acknowledge it but there’s a heat that spreads over his cheeks just having Jimin do something like this for him. Maybe it’s a sick type of satisfaction seeing Jimin embarrassed and stripped down, he doesn’t know exactly.

Could also be the curve of his ass.

“Left or right thigh?”

“Right.”

Jeongguk hums, runs his hand over the back of Jimin’s thigh, gently dips his thumb into the skin.

Soft, smooth.

“Where does it hurt? Lower? Higher?”

“Higher.”

Good.

He uses both of his hands, presses his thumbs along the muscle, right up to the underside of Jimin’s ass.

“Higher?”

Jimin replies with just a small nod, and only now does Jeongguk put two and two together. The awkward air, the corner.

It’s not the back of the thigh, Jimin’s got a cramp in his ass. He’s just too ashamed to admit it.

Usually he’d laugh, make Jimin feel even worse, but somehow the situation just makes him burn up even more. If he’d tease Jimin now he’d surely lose the opportunity to touch that pretty, perfect ass.

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, moves one hand up slowly, squeezes the soft skin of Jimin’s ass and almost gasps.

“Here, then?”

He asks, tone a little softer.

It’s a shame he’s looking at the nape of Jimin’s neck, would have loved to see the look on his face. Wonders if Jimin’s blushing right now. That small nod just makes it even hotter, the lack of verbal response must mean Jimin is loathing this very moment and yeah, he just loves that he’s getting under Jimin’s skin.

He feels blood rush down in a particular direction, pretends he doesn’t notice. Instead he focuses on massaging Jimin’s ass, has to dig his fingers into it pretty deep to get to the muscle.

God.

He licks his lips, finds that sliver of exposed skin of Jimin’s back, such a small waist, such a nice ass.

“It’s probably your hamstring, the pain is just radiating upward.”

He says, just to stay sane.

“Is it bad?”

Jimin’s voice sounds breathier than normal.

“No, just feels a little tight.”

He knows it was supposed to be a quick check but he’s full on massaging Jimin’s butt right now and he doesn’t want to stop.

He leans just a bit closer, enjoys feeling the warmth radiating off of Jimin’s skin.

“I think it’s just a cramp, so, you need rest and hydration, that’s it.”

That should be the end of it really, but he’s still greedily touching that soft, supple skin, rubs his thumbs from the underside all the way up along the muscle, gives an unnecessary squeeze every now and then.

There’s a bit of a long silence, so he feels like he should stop, but the second he takes his hands off Jimin speaks up.

“Keep going, Jeon.”

It’s soft, a hint of shame in that tone. So fucking delicious.

“Yeah? Thought you wanted to go to an actual masseuse.”

He can’t help himself, has to say it. But his hands magically find their way back to Jimin’s ass, despite the teasing. Wants it just as bad.

“Just-“ Jimin looks over his shoulder, face flushed, red cheeks, haze over his eyes. “Just continue here if it isn’t that bad.”

Jeongguk’s mouth waters, and he leans in a little, grabs a handful of Jimin’s ass.

“And what do I get?”