" 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮."
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in which footballer jeon jeongguk despises korea's it-boy, park jimin's guts.
how come when he turns up on his doorstep, begging to hideout in...
watching kimi no todoke s3 while writing this, my heart is going to explode
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"Ah, this is inconvenient," Jimin mumbled. "Seems a bit worse than I thought."
Jeongguk blinked. Once, twice, before the words processed in his head. Inconvenient? A bit? The man looked like he'd just battled with Mewtwo, and he was calling it inconvenient?
The feeling of the first-aid box left his grasp, dragging him out of his reverie. Jimin retrieved it from him, his smaller fingers encasing the kit before placing it down gently on the countertop. It opened with a pop, and the older retrieved a roll of bandages, a triumphant smile on his face.
Jeongguk sighed. All the starboy wanted was to patch up the evidently painful cuts that littered his body, and then he would be gone. Helping him out with it didn't sound like such a bad idea; either way, he could bet 100,000 won that Jimin didn't know how to use bandages in the first place, if the look he was giving the rolls were anything to go by.
"This your first time?" he asks, walking over to the man.
The black-haired lifted his head at the sound of Jeongguk's voice, and then raked his eyes over the taller's figure. Starting from his head, slowly dragging it down his entire body and then back up again, a small smile started playing on his lips.
Jeongguk was clad in a tracksuit, an oversized black adidas zip up that didn't close all the way up, paired with matching sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The trademark lines ran down the sides of his arms, and continued on either side of his legs. His raven hair was tousled, curls dusting his high cheekbones, and Jimin could see a stack of silver earrings adorning either ear that tinkled whenever he moved.
"Mm, I'm not expert, but shouldn't our first time involve a lot less clothing?" he suggested, eyes locking into Jeongguk's through his lashes.
Jeongguk returned the gaze, eyes flitting down to Jimin's torso and then back up again. He wasn't going to let the older have the satisfaction with a reaction of his own, and instead decided to play along. So he stepped even closer, eyes never straying once, until he towered over the starboy.
"You seem undressed enough," he drawled lowly, a smirk tugging at his own lips as he saw the celebrity's eyes widen just a fraction. He dipped his head to the crook of Jimin's neck, breathing warmly against the exposed skin, watching as goosebumps rose in its wake. Jeongguk's hands snaked down to clasp over his hips, before whispering: "Now stay still."
He felt those large hands raise him off the floor, spinning them around until he felt his ass on the counter, legs suspended. The warmth of the footballer's body disappeared as he busied himself with the first-aid kit, leaving a disheveled Jimin to stare after him in shock.
"What the fuck?" he croaked out, obviously taken by surprise at the sudden switchup.
Jeongguk returned, cotton balls, bandages, and a bottle in his hand. He would have seemed entirely unfazed if not for for the smile gracing his lips, as he sprayed the contents of the bottle onto a cotton ball. "That's my line, Jimin-ssi."
