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It’s a month later that he spots Jeongguk in the gym he always goes to. It startles him to the point he feels his hands tremble, which is ridiculous. He’s a 40-year-old man, who quivers at the sight of his daughter’s ex. What a fucking joke. 

His initial plan is to avoid and evade, but when he walks back to the changing rooms, suspicion suddenly takes the best of him. Because since when does Jeongguk even go here? This is Jimin’s home gym, he spends most of his time here, and he’s never seen him before. 

Is Jeongguk stalking him?

Jimin doesn’t rule out the possibility, Jeongguk is a nightmare to begin with. A manipulative liar. But should he give up going to his favourite place just because of Jeongguk? Absolutely not. He’s the adult, and he’s gonna tell him to get the fuck out of here. 

With newfound courage he walks back into the gym, finding Jeongguk on the treadmill, running with his earphones in.

He looks very fit. His face is flushed, cheeks red, black hair pushed back, beads of sweat glimmering on his cheekbones, making him look fatally attractive. His black shirt is soaked in sweat, sticking to his body, defining his abs and chest.

He fucked him. He fucked that guy. 

The swell of pride in his chest is quickly destroyed by his own shock. How could he even think that? What the fuck is wrong with him? His courage goes down the drain, disgusted by his thoughts. he wants to give up and leave, but Jeongguk decides to look up right that moment, catching his gaze. 

Shit.

As expected, Jeongguk’s eyes widen and he takes his earphone out, stopping the treadmill immediately. Jimin is frozen in place when Jeongguk comes jogging over to him like the puppy that he is. 

“Mr. Park? Is everything alright?”

He asks, concerned. 

Jimin blinks, knows immediately that Jeongguk is not stalking him. Because Jeongguk seems to think he’s come here to see him, or tell him something. 

“N-no I.. this is my gym.”

He explains, mentioning down at his sport attire. Jeongguk gives him a one-over, surprised.

“Really? I have never seen you, I’m here almost every evening around this time.”

Jimin checks his watch. It’s about 2 hours later than he usually goes. It could be true. Maybe they’ve always just missed each other. He looks up, nods awkwardly. There is no escaping, and sending Jeongguk away wouldn’t make sense, so he decides to cut the conversation short before it can escalate.

“Right. Well. Good luck.”

He tries to walk away, but Jeongguk side steps in front of him to block his way.

“Wait, wait, you’re not kidding? You work out here?”

Jeongguk asks, eyes suddenly shining a little brighter. It’s no secret what he’s thinking, and Jimin clenches his jaw. He only gives a short nod, tries to walk past again, but Jeongguk holds him by his shoulder this time.

“What are you training today? Chest? Back? Legs? Core? I can join, I’ve just finished cardio.”

Jeongguk says, excited, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Jimin feels his entire body tense up just at the thought of spending time with Jeongguk in a public place like this. It’s bad enough being at his house, but with the judging eye of everyone around it feels even more illegal. 

“No thanks.”

He just says, trying to sound assertive. 

“Oh come on, I’m working out anyway, it’s more fun to talk to someone.” 

It’s not fun talking to you. Jimin wants to say, but he bites his tongue and just walks past Jeongguk, fully aware that it’s not enough. 

“Leg day, then?”

Jeongguk asks, tailing after him to the smith machine. Jimin ignores him to start his workout. He puts in earphones, just to make clear that he does not want to interact at all, and Jeongguk just grins at him like he couldn’t care less. 

It’s very distracting, doing squats with an overexcited guy watching every second. Even worse when Jeongguk nods approvingly at his form, eyeing over his body too eagerly. 

Jimin sighs to himself, taking a break to drink some water. Jeongguk gives him a thumbs up before he starts his set of squats. Jimin doesn’t watch, he just sits down and looks at the floor. Maybe if he keeps this up long enough, Jeongguk will get bored.

Surprise surprise; he doesn’t. Jeongguk follows him to every machine, does all of his workouts, and makes sure to give him the occasional nod of approval and thumbs up. 

It’s got him thinking, what the fuck does Jeongguk even see in him? Jimin has never given him a sliver of attention besides that one night, he’s always been cold and distant, yet Jeongguk seems drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

It’s annoying that it flatters him. Those are the ugly feelings he doesn’t want to acknowledge. The way his heartbeat picks up when Jeongguk grins at him. The jealousy that  he feels when he sees women eye Jeongguk over. The arousal in his gut when he lets his eyes run over Jeongguk’s backside. 

That’s what he’s afraid of, that desire inside of him, like a shadow that takes him over. 

And he knows that ignoring Jeongguk doesn’t work. The guy always finds a way to get closer.

“Stretching and everything, sir? You take care of your body well.”

Jimin pretends his earphones are still on, even though he turned the music off some time ago. He doesn’t even grant Jeongguk a look when he sits down on his mat and starts his after-workout stretch.

Jeongguk just stares at first, doesn’t even grab a mat. Jimin feels those eyes run over his backside, sends a shiver down his spine. It’s so inappropriate; having a younger guy eating him up with his eyes while he’s doing some casual stretches. 

And when he’s doing the extended puppy pose, that’s when Jeongguk decides he’ll be a helping hand. Which shouldn’t surprise Jimin, but, he didn’t think Jeongguk would be brave enough to do something in a public place. 

Two hands wrap around his waist to push him a little further, really making him feel that stretch. But he knows that’s not why Jeongguk is helping him. It’s this position. This terrible position. Jeongguk behind him on his knees like this. It looks like he’s being taken doggy-style. 

Jimin blushes profusely, hopes there’s no one around to see it. He doesn’t dare to check, that would make it even worse. Then they would know he’s being manhandled by a 25-year-old against his will.

Fuck, he’s weak.

“A little more, sir.”

Jeongguk says, pushing him further, leaning in more. Jimin has to bite his tongue when he feels Jeongguk’s crotch brush against his ass.

“Enough.”

He breathes out, quickly turning to sit flat on his ass. Jeongguk gives him a small grin, still on his knees.

“What’s the next position? Cow? Happy baby?”

Jimin face twists when he thinks about the positions. Cow is basically just on all fours, happy baby is on his back holding his legs up. Jeongguk knows exactly what he’s saying. 

“Come on, on your back.”

Jeongguk says, already pushing him in position. Jimin can’t bring anything past his lips. Their conversation from last time comes to mind. Say no; he should just say no.

Jeongguk’s hands wrap around his ankles to hold them up. Jimin just eyes him with glowing cheeks. He doesn’t even hold his own legs up, just stares at Jeongguk’s flushed face and cheeky grin. He can envision it perfectly. Jeongguk fucking him, just like this. 

“Can I push a little further, sir?” 

As if he’s stretching him open.

Jimin gasps, ears starting to buzz, surroundings starting to fade. There’s only Jeongguk hovering above him, drenched in sweat, pushing his legs back. 

Fuck.

He doesn’t say anything, and that means yes in Jeongguk’s logic. Jeongguk’s hands slide down to the back of his thighs instead, pushing them back a little more, pressing his crotch against his ass again. Completely unnecessary for this position.

“That’s a good stretch hm? Or can you take even more?”

Jeongguk asks, that glint in his eyes, lopsided grin making Jimin’s toes curl. He’s breathing heavily, trying to relax when Jeongguk pushes his legs back even further, bending him in half. He feels the stretch finally, didn’t think he’d still be able to go this far, maybe it’s the shock numbing him. 

It doesn’t dull the feeling of Jeongguk’s cock twitching against his ass. 

Jimin’s breath hitches, sees the clear arousal on Jeongguk’s face, widened pupils, reddened cheeks, laboured breathing. 

“Fuck..”

Jeongguk curses under his breath, like he didn’t plan on getting turned on either. Jimin is about to push him off, but Jeongguk moves his hips then, grinding against him softly. The move is so subtle, but Jimin still feels it through his entire body.

This is bad. This is a public space. Jeongguk seems to have no grip of reality. It’s like his carnal instinct takes over when he starts to rut against him. Jimin can feel it through his shorts, Jeongguk’s cock fattening against the cleft of his ass, rubbing against him, cockhead brushing against his balls. 

His voice gives up on him, pleasure spreading through his body faster than the speed of light. Along with a sense of dread, and shame. 

“Jeon-“

“Sir-“ Jeongguk looks at him with half-lidded eyes, clearly gone. “I wanna fu-“

“Not here.”

Jimin cuts him off before he says it out loud. Then disgust fills his system at his own words. Not here.. does that mean he’ll let Jeongguk fuck him somewhere else? He doesn’t want to answer that question, but he’s pretty sure his semi kind of does that anyway. 

He pushes Jeongguk off quickly, glancing around, analysing the crowd, hoping no one has seen them. The coast seems clear, no one is casting glances. It’s just Jeongguk breathing down his neck next to him, sitting way too close, curling his hand around his waist. 

“At your place?”

Jeongguk asks, hoping to get lucky.

Jimin shakes his head, taking his earphones out, removing Jeongguk’s hand from his waist. 

“Forget it.”

He says, covering his semi as he stands up and walks to the changing rooms, followed closely by Jeongguk. 

“You said not here. So where?”

“I meant to say no.”

He argues, cheeks burning up because it’s a lie. That tight feeling in his chest when he faces the wall of the changing room.

“Please, sir..”

Jeongguk tugs on the hem of his shirt, and Jimin grants him a look. Which he shouldn’t have, he didn’t need to see that pleading look in his eyes. Jeongguk is literally begging for sex. How did he even end up in this situation? Why is it so goddamn flattering? That feeling of being desired by someone younger than him. 

For a while he just stares at Jeongguk blankly, fighting a battle within himself. 

It’s a mistake. It’s been a year and he hasn’t forgiven himself. If it takes this long to even feel slightly better, why would he risk doing it again?

Then again, if he’s never gonna be able to forgive himself anyway.. what’s one more mistake?

“I’m.. I’m gonna shower.”

He announces, throat running dry. He doesn’t wait for a reply as he strips himself bare, grabbing his towel and bodywash. It’s an invitation and it’s not. It’s a statement he can easily defend as harmless. If Jeongguk takes it as a no, then that’s it.

From his peripheral he sees Jeongguk freeze, before he starts taking off his clothes at lightning speed. 

Jimin pretends he doesn’t care as he walks into the public showers, that shadow taking the best of him, he’s worn out, he wants to give in. Jeongguk joins him not even a second later, enters the same stall, locks the door that Jimin hadn’t bothered to close in the first place.

He doesn’t say anything though, just turns on the shower and lets the hot water relax his muscles, fully aware Jeongguk is watching him, wondering what’s gonna happen. 

When he grants him a look, Jeongguk is standing there a little helplessly, big eyed and uncertain. He’s trying to hide that he’s still rock hard, but Jimin spots it immediately behind that tattooed hand. 

He doesn’t need to do anything for Jeongguk to want him this bad. it’s kind of cute. As wrong as it is, it still makes him feel some type of way. 

“Can I.. join?”

Jeongguk asks then, still standing in the corner, waiting for Jimin’s consent. 

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, cheeks burning up a little as he gathers the courage to say his next sentence. “I want you to stand there.. and touch yourself.”

It takes a while before Jeongguk processes the sentence, but then his jaw drops, eyes turning darker. He nods then, like he’s taking a command, breathing out an: “Okay sir” as he wraps his hand around his cock. 

Jimin pretends he doesn’t watch, brushing his wet hair back under the shower, catching Jeongguk’s wrist flicking in his peripheral. It’s exhilarating to know Jeongguk just listens, when he’s usually so rebellious. 

The wet, rhythmic sound echoes against the shower cabin walls. That, accompanied by Jeongguk’s sharp breaths and airy moans, has Jimin licking his lips in pleasure. 

“Sir, can you- can you watch me?”

Jimin hates that he loves being called sir. Last time, it felt like Jeongguk was mocking his authority, his self-control. Now it feels like Jeongguk wants him so bad that he’s trying to please him, trying to be respectful. 

So, Jimin grants him a look. Jeongguk gasps when they make eye-contact, and starts touching himself a little faster. Jimin trails his eyes down, over that nice broad chest, dark nipples perked up, the defined muscles, hard lines of his abs, his v-line, down to his pretty tattooed hand working that big cock. 

It’s bigger than he remembers, nice and thick and veiny. Jeongguk strokes himself prettily just for him, slows down the pace, twists his wrist, runs his thumb over the head in little circles. 

Jimin’s mouth waters. 

It’s been a long time since he sucked dick, but he kind of feels like it right now. But it’s a public place, and the tiles don’t look too comforting for his knees. 

He travels his eyes back up, finding Jeongguk watching him with half-lidded eyes, cute blush on his cheeks, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as he jerks off. 

He gestures Jeongguk to come closer, and Jeongguk listens immediately, stepping under the shower, looking so eager for literally anything, any type of command.

Jimin licks his lips, looks down at his own cock, hard against his stomach, and then at Jeongguk’s.

God, it’s so fucking pretty. 

“Can I touch you, sir?”

Jeongguk asks, sounding so breathless, like he’s on edge just being this close, like he could burst any second. Jimin feels heat lick down his spine with the amount of control Jeongguk gives him, and the way he calls him sir. God fuck, he wants to hear it again.

It’s terrible, but he loves it so much. That shadow takes over completely.

“Can you fit the both of us in your hand?” 

He asks, biting his tongue not to call Jeongguk nicknames too.

“Yeah- fuck- I can.”

Jeongguk nods, panting as he looks down between their bodies, but doesn’t touch yet. Jimin wonders what happened to that brat he knows Jeongguk to be. why is he listening so well?

And why is it turning him on?

“Then I’ll allow you to touch me.”

“Oh fuck. Thank you, sir. I’m just- I’m gonna-“

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, cutting himself off, and then wraps his big hand around the both of them clumsily, like he wants it so bad that he cannot calm down.

Jimin hisses in pleasure when he feels Jeongguk’s big shaft brush against his own. That dark desire runs through his veins as Jeongguk starts jerking off the both of them, moaning so prettily. 

“Oh fuck- oh fuck..”

Jeongguk gasps, looking down at their cocks rubbing together, then up into Jimin’s eyes. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jeongguk prettier than this. He’s so horny, mouth hanging open, face flushed red, eyes half-lidded and lust glazed. 

Jimin stares at his open mouth as he rolls his hips, fucking against Jeongguk’s pretty cock. He’s been wanting this for so long, craving it so bad, dreaming about it every fucking night and he hates himself for it.

A year has passed, his relationship with his daughter ruined, and yet he finds himself right here again. 

“I- I love your cock- love it so much, feels so good, sir.”

Jeongguk pants, looking at him like he needs him even closer. 

Jimin revels in it, takes it all in. He takes a deep breath as he grants himself to have this. Even if he’s sick, he’s already made the choice, he should at least try to enjoy every last second of it before throwing himself in a deep dark hole again. 

So, he slowly wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, and tangles a hand in his short black hair, pressing their noses together as he looks into those big brown eyes. Jeongguk has a glint in them that speaks of utter devotion, and Jimin pretends that he deserves it for now. 

“Sir- Please sir.. can I kiss you?”

Jeongguk nudges his nose with his own, tilts his head already, and Jimin is the one to close the distance, allowing himself to feel Jeongguk’s lips on his own again. 

Hot water runs down the both of them, and Jimin presses their bodies closer under the shower, moaning into the kiss. Jeongguk wraps his arm around his waist, licks over his lips, begging him to open them. 

And Jimin grants him everything, opens his mouth and lets Jeongguk take whatever. He’s given up trying to push it away. This feeling. When they touch, it’s like fire just spreads through his body, makes him feel so alive. The way Jeongguk wants him, needs him so bad it’s like nothing he’s ever experienced. It’s addictive.

“Fuck- Jimin..”

Jeongguk pants.

Jimin shudders at his name being said like that. He moans softly, opening his eyes to see Jeongguk look at him like he is a god. 

No one looks at him like this, no one wants him like this. Only Jeongguk. 

He can feel it when Jeongguk reattaches their lips, the sheer devotion, the desperation, the need. Jimin is breathless as he reciprocates, delving his tongue in Jeongguk’s mouth, gripping his hair so tightly, bucking his hips up into his hand, wanting this moment to last forever.

“Take- take me home with you, please.”

Jeongguk begs, kissing over his cheek, to his neck. But Jimin can’t say yes. He just gasps, letting Jeongguk devour him, touch him, lick him, suck marks on him in the safety of this shower cabin. Taking him home is a different type of confrontation, and he’s not able to face it.

He caresses through Jeongguk’s hair, feels up his chest with his other hand, shaking his head.

“No.”

“Please sir.” Jeongguk whispers, picking up the pace of his hand, kissing along his jawline, caressing up his spine. “I want to be your boyfriend.”

Jimin bites his lip, cheeks burning up as if he’s in high school, getting asked out by his crush. It’s a terrible feeling to experience at this age, with a guy that dated his daughter. Yet his heart leaps at the confession. And it’s so fucking stupid. 

Jeongguk can’t be his boyfriend.

They can’t even be friends. 

They can’t be anything.

So he just doesn’t say anything, finds Jeongguk’s lips for another kiss, to shut him up, and then he wraps his hand around Jeongguk’s hand and makes him pick up the pace. Because it’s just Jeongguk’s dick talking anyway. He’s so horny he’s just saying bullshit. There’s nothing romantic between them, this is just sheer lust. Jeongguk is young and stupid and his crush is unserious and baseless. 

“Wanna be yours.”