Ao3 Jikook Stories

45 Minutes by Kookpouts

This story is by Kookpouts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14037294

Summary:

What began as a simple favor of doing the laundry for his friend turns into a steamy make-out session with his very fetching fuckbuddy slash secret crush and ends in the most unexpected way - a date.

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I'm gone then, you owe me, Tae! Jimin sing-songs with a wave as he opens their door with one hand, the other gripping a basket full with sweaty dirty clothes.

Taehyung looks as if he wants to protest, brows furrowing and mouth opening, because nowhere in their earlier conversation about him having invited the hot senior Yoongi to hangout in their room to Netflix and Chill and thus not being able to do the laundry for the week did Jimin mention that his favor of doing it for him instead involved a payback.

Before Taehyung has the chance to even take a breath to start forming his face into an irresistible puppy look and persuade Jimin that this is an one-time thing and wont happen ever again, Jimin has already banged the door close.

Putting the earphones in his ears and pressing the play button on his phone, Jimin begins to sway his way down the hallway of their dorm building, dancing his way to the laundry room with Chris Browns voice flooding into his ears.

The laundry room is empty, Jimin notices with relief once hes arrived at the door frame, because that means that he can continue to dance and twirl around without having to deal with unwanted audience.

He doesnt bother separating Taehyungs and his clothes as they share them frequently, anyway, and just drops the whole content of the basket into the washing machine. Just as hes about to add the detergent on top of the messy heap of his friends street wear from two days ago, the song reaches its chorus, and Jimin lets the bottle fall back onto the machine as his body starts to move of his own accord.

Let me take you down, Jimin sings along just as hes doing a body roll, voice probably echoing in the whole room since he cant hear himself.

Hes too caught up in the moment too care about his volume or that anyone could walk in anytime, rather focusing on using his reflection on the window like one of the mirrors in their dance studio. The choreography to the song is not easy, but Jimin has the dance perfected, his smooth yet powerful movements always followed by a few sensual body rolls Jimin loves to do the most.

Only when he sees a shadow behind him at the entrance, a tall and broad silhouette of someone Jimin instantly recognizes, his feet come to a stop, breath now coming out in short little gasps.

Jimin doesnt like the fact that his heart rate picked up the moment he saw him, so he likes to think that his sweaty palms are to be blamed on the mere anticipation and excitement of what is certainly about to go down in the next few minutes, and tries to ignore the slight fluttering somewhere in his belly. He doesnt spare a glance at the newcomer as he struts back to the washers, opting to pretend that he didnt notice the others presence.

Although the music has long stopped, Jimin keeps the earphones in his ears and continues to hum the melody of the song he was dancing to, swinging his head from side to side in an attempt to act nonchalant. He grabs the detergent and opens the cap, all the while he doesnt dare to breathe, because the faint sounds of footsteps nearing his back are causing a shiver to run down his spine.

Hes always had the habit of creeping up on an oblivious Jimin and almost startling him to death. Jimins always thought he resembles a cat with the way hes carrying his body - slow and graceful, attacking you any moment you dont expect and before you even have the chance to hear him approaching you.