Do you really hate me that much? (Patreon)

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He doesn’t know how to behave— drunk in the club, ashamed to the core. Part of him knows he should just leave, he should go home, there is no coming back from what he just did. 

The other part of him has its eyes dead-set on Jeongguk behind the bar.

There was a smidge of something there, in Jeongguk’s eyes, when he kneeled for him. He knows Jeongguk wants him, no matter how much he tries to turn him down, the fact he moaned his name is enough evidence.

But it feels utterly pathetic, standing here, in the corner of the club with a drink, turning down hot men who want a dance just because he needs that one guy over there.

Jeongguk scans over the room, their eyes meet, but then he looks away quickly.

Jimin can’t decide if that’s out of hatred or interest— Jeongguk has made it pretty clear he doesn’t want him after all.

But for the one percent that he knows Jeongguk is interested, he stays. 

He drinks, and stays until Jeongguk’s shift is over, only a few people left in the club.

Jeongguk’s eyes find his again, just for a second, before he grabs his jacket and heads out. 

Jimin purses his lips, feels a his heart clench, blames it on the alcohol. 

He shouldn’t go after him, but, fuck, he waited the entire night. So he walks out to the alley, sun shining in his eyes— is it morning already?

Jeongguk stands near his motorbike, putting on those black leather gloves, doesn’t even seem to notice him.

He tries to walk straight, but feels a little wobbly on his feet.

“Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk looks over his shoulder.

“Jimin.”

He doesn’t even know what to say, why he waited around, sort of hoped it would come to him in this moment. 

“What is it? I’m leaving.”

Jeongguk says, puts his helmet on.

“Do you really hate me that much?”

It slips from his lips, pathetic, uncontrolled. He hiccups right after, the world spins.

Jeongguk huffs out a breath.

“Are you playing the victim card right now?”

Oh.

Cold air hits him in the face, wakes him up just a little bit. 

“I’m not playing victim— you left me in a bathroom stall after— after seeing me like that.” He raises his voice a bit, feels his eyes sting. “It was humiliating.”

“Yeah, well, now you know how it feels.” Jeongguk gets on his bike. “Consider it payback.”

“How many times are you gonna give me payback?” 

He asks, feels all the blood drain from his face, stomach twisting, the heat of the sun way too much to handle right now. 

“You left me hanging in the garage, in the kitchen, in the bathroom— I think you’ve made your point.”

He takes a step closer, holds onto one of the handlebars of Jeongguk’s motorbike just to keep on standing— cause fuck, any minute now he’ll probably double over and puke.

Jeongguk’s eyes run over him from bottom to top, sharp.

“Have I? Cause I keep seeing you come back.”

“Ah, come on, this isn’t fair.” He pants, the sting of the hot sun, the pressure on his stomach, his vision so blurry. “You liked it. The bathroom. You moaned my name, you— fuck—“

A ringing in his ears, and he quickly turns around, finds a drain near the pavement and just kneels down, stomach turning inside out, throat burning as he vomits.

“Jesus.”

Jeongguk calls from behind.

He groans, brushes his hair back, but it doesn’t stop.

A warm hand presses against his back then, and another one brushes his hair behind his ear.

“You’ve had way too much. How are you getting home?”

Jeongguk asks, though it seems kind, he sounds pissed.

Jimin groans a little more, spits the aftertaste out of his mouth.

“I’ll call a cab.” He grabs his phone from his back pocket, but the screen doesn’t light up. “Fuck.”

He doesn’t get to focus on it, because his stomach turns again.

“My god— how much did you drink? You’re puking a fucking river right now.”

“Ahh— fuck, I don’t know.”

He pants, wipes the sweat of his forehead.

Jeongguk groans, and then gets up, walks over to his bike. 

He’s probably leaving.

Jimin just watches, eyes a little teary from vomiting, completely out of breath. Feels like a damn workout. 

Jeongguk lifts up the seat, another helmet appearing from there, the corner of his mouth pulling down as he walks back towards him.

“When you’re done, put this on.”

He puts the helmet down on the pavement, then walks back to his bike, gears up for it.

Fuck.

“Are you really offering a ride?”

He asks, voice hoarse, throat burning.

“Yeah and I’m still contemplating so you better put the helmet on.”

God, he’s been wanting a ride, but not like this. 

But he’s really out of options with his phone dead like this, and Jeongguk is offering him something for the first time. 

So he grabs the helmet, puts it on, walks up to Jeongguk’s bike even though his entire body feels weak.

“Tsk.”

Jeongguk curls his hand around his wrist and pulls him closer quite harshly, big brown eyes scanning over the helmet, focused when he touches the straps and clicks them together under his chin.

“Sit.” Jeongguk nods to the back. “Hold on, and don’t puke.”

All he can do is nod, a little numb. He swings his leg over the bike the leather seat between his thighs, the heat of it under his buttocks. 

“Spread your legs wider, or you’ll burn.” Jeongguk clicks his own helmet on, moves down the visor, looks back at him. “And hold my waist, don’t touch anything else.”

Fuck, this is a wet dream come true and he’s sweating like a fucking pig, not even remotely there, still numb from spilling his guts out.

But Jeongguk sure does look good in all black, leather jacket, even though he can’t make out his facial features anymore, there’s something about that all-black helmet.

Do helmet kinks exist?

He might have that.

“Where do you live?”

“Uh.. up the hill, across the station.”

“That’s 10 minutes, can you make it?”

Jimin blinks, slowly wraps his hands around Jeongguk’s waist, almost ascends when he feels that hard muscle under his fingers.

These are gonna be the best 10 minutes of his life.

It’s an accident, the way the corner of his mouth curls up.

“Yeah, I can make it.”

“Don’t pull anything Jimin. I can make you walk.”

“Mmh.” He nods, also moves his visor down so Jeongguk can’t see the grin that spreads slowly. “I’m ready.”

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