scenario; jimin gets a very sensual massage appointment
aren't all massages sensual? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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hey there!! this one has been in the drafts for some time, so I hurriedly tried to finish it so it could be posted. currently working on some fluff chapters for you all!
sorry if I ruined any future massage appointments for you guys, hehe
this part is: 2700 words long! enjoy~!
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"Right this way, Sir." Jimin followed behind the man from the front desk to an unoccupied room. The room contained enough shade and dimly lit candles for someone to undress in comfortably. The tile floors were warm underneath his bare feet and he instantly felt the heat waves irradiating from the vents on the walls—making it difficult to stay cool in his clothing.
Jimin had taken advice from one of his co-workers and signed up for a massage appointment for himself. Especially after a long, busy day at his job—his small and delicate body needed a good kneading to get his muscles working again. He was employed at a fast-paced bakery, cupcakes and cakes required plenty of effort to make as well as running around the shop—was just as exhausting.
After taking a couple of minutes to undress, Jimin wrapped a robe around him and laid his sore body on the rather-comfortable massage table. The heat and softness of the cushion table nearly put Jimin to sleep, but the boy had woken himself up when he heard someone enter the room.
They hadn't bothered to knock, but Jimin hadn't felt worried. The man that came in was no doubt, young and well-built, and quite implausibly good-looking.
"Mr. Park Jimin?" He announced, Jimin's stomach did a flip of anxiousness and the way it easily rolled off his tongue. He nodded,
"Jimin, yes, that's me." Jimin said, sitting up from the table.
"Hello, I'm Jeon Jungkook. I'll be your massage therapist for the next hour." The male placed down his clipboard with Jimin's information, peeling off a layer of his clothing and pushing up his sleeves. He made his way to Jimin and suddenly Jimin felt naked—well in a second he would be.
"Is this your first time with us?"
"Y-yes." Jimin replied, anxiety spiked up another level when he heard shuffling around him. He heard the sweet melody of a piano coming from the small stereo, a sweet odor filling Jimin's nostrils.
"Is this alright?" Jungkook asked, Jimin nodded–feeling more comfortable and at ease despite the tense and sore muscles aching his back.
