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It’s petty, he knows, but he finds his old t-shirt crumpled up under Jeongguk’s pillow and takes it, along with a blanket, and heads downstairs. 

He’s pretty sure it’s not significant enough for Jeongguk to notice, but if he can’t get anything out of him today, he’ll just deprive him of shirts. 

Reality kicks in when he’s brushing his teeth though. He really got overly excited being invited to Jeongguk’s place, but he just gave up his own comfortable bed for a hard couch..

God, Hoseok is going to laugh at him again.

The lengths he’s going through all for this man.. it’s embarrassing. Scraping a bar in the middle of the night when all he gets in return is this.

Maybe he should just break the deal off, maybe a kiss is not worth all this grovelling. 

He sighs when he settles on the couch anyway, goes through his phone looking for cabs. It’s late though, nothing available as of right now, he’ll try again later.

Nothing on his phone is remotely interesting, so he just stares at the ceiling of Jeongguk’s small apartment.

Though he doesn’t want to wonder, he can’t help it. Why is Jeongguk working 2 jobs in summer? Is the rent of this place that high? It’s not even close to the centre and it barely has windows or hot water.

Sure, the garage job might not pay that much but he works most nights as well at the bar, altogether it should be enough for a better place than this, surely.

Muffled footsteps sound from upstairs, they slowly get louder as they come down the stairs. 

Jimin tilts his head, finds a wet-haired Jeongguk in short sweats and nothing else, sleeve on display, ends of his hair dripping, water droplets rolling down over his pecs.

Yeah, he takes his time looking him up and down, if this is all he’s going to get tonight he’ll take it. 

Jeongguk just stands there for a while, as if he’s unsure what to do, then approaches slowly. 

“You’re all comfortable?”

Jimin blinks a few times, looks down at himself under the blanket, then back up at Jeongguk, at his pecs really, but who cares.

“Wouldn’t say comfortable.” He looks up. “A bed would be comfortable.”

Jeongguk stares at him, from one eye to the other, then points over his shoulder.

“I have an air mattress in the shed, if you want.”

“Oh fuck you.” He chuckles, puts his hands behind his head. “Why aren’t you wearing the shirt you took to the bathroom?”

Not that he minds, he likes the view. Rippling muscle, a little damp from the shower, sun-kissed, pretty, perked up nipples. 

“Did you forget or do you just like it when I stare? Cause if you’re an exhibitionist I can be a voyeur.”

“I forgot.” 

Jeongguk says. 

It’s very unconvincing. 

Jimin just hums, lets his eyes travel over the expanse of that sleeve tattoo, the dip of his muscles, broad shoulders, collarbones, biceps.. 

Jeongguk does absolutely nothing to hide himself so really Jimin is just making lemonade from lemons, or something like that. 

“So, what did you come downstairs for?” 

He brings a hand under the covers, slides it down slowly over his stomach. He’s not really planning to do anything but the way Jeongguk’s eyes drag down towards the motion is all he needs.

“Just— uh..” Jeongguk trails off as Jimin keeps lowering his hand, slides it between his legs. “Uh— where’s— where did you put my..”

“Where did I put your what?”

He rests his hand on his crotch, waits a full 5 seconds until Jeongguk finally makes eye contact again.

“The shirt.”

“The one you took to the bathroom? I didn’t take it.”

“No.” Jeongguk shakes his head, averts his gaze. “The shirt.”

Oh. 

That one.

He didn’t think Jeongguk would miss it that quickly. Is the first thing he does when he steps into his bed grab that shirt from under his pillow?

A smirk curls on his lips. 

“I took it.”

He just states.

It’s funny, the way Jeongguk looks at him, completely motionless, maybe even perplexed. He imagines Jeongguk makes this face whenever they text and he suddenly goes offline. 

“You.. took it.”

Jeongguk repeats.

“Uhu.” 

He’s got no plans of giving it back, just absentmindedly caresses over his bulge, takes in those pecs once more. 

“So..” Jeongguk brushes a hand over the back of his neck. “Where uh.. where is it?” 

Oh.. this really is fun. 

He tilts his head, smirk spreads a little wider.

“Why?”

“Just..” Jeongguk shrugs, looks down at the ground. “Where is it?”