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The locker room is empty by the time Jimin finishes training.
He always stays late at the gym when he has a match the next day, that's nothing new— his obsession with chasing perfection has nearly driven his coach mad at this point, and he's long given up on forcing him out of the gym at a decent hour despite constantly reminding him that a good night's sleep is just as important as any amount of training.
Which may or may not be true most of the year, but little does his coach know that's a much... different reason Jimin is interested in staying late that has little to do with boxing practice.
He washes up quickly in the showers, scrubbing the sweat from his skin until it turns pink under the too-hot water. His heart beats in tandem with the droplets hammering over his shoulders, washing away the tension from an intense day training. Anticipation burns hot in his chest like a string pulled too taut and waiting to snap, getting more and more urgent with each second that passes.
Barely, just barely, he misses the sound of the locker room's shower doors clicking shut when he dips his head under the thundering water to rinse his hair, letting his eyes flutter shut as he scrubs the suds away. He's doing his best to keep his thoughts away from the only thing they seem to be going back to, but as he already knows it's a fruitless endeavor.
As if on cue, the curtain behind his stall slides open and Jimin smiles, already knowing exactly who it is— he hasn't expected to be joined so early, especially when he's still in the shower, but he can't say he minds much. A change of location is never a bad thing.
"Hey there, sweetheart," Jeongguk's low voice rasps into his ear. Big, warm hands, rough from training, slide to his hips. teeth grazing at his earlobe. Jimin shivers, instinctively leaning back into his chest, slippery wet skin pressed to skin.
"Thought you weren't gonna show up tonight," Jimin replies, trying to keep his voice airy despite how badly it wants to shake. "You didn't text me or anything. I was about to finish up and leave."
Jeongguk laughs, then, and Jimin knows it's because Jeongguk is aware of the fact that Jimin would never leave on a night when they have a match the next day, that he'd wait as long as it takes. He hates that he would.
"Got held up at practice." Jeongguk digs his nails shallowly into Jimin's hips and then drags them up to his waist, deep enough to leave light pink scratches but not enough to pierce the skin. "Coach said I can't come over here to train anymore because I get too... distracted?"
"Oh?" Jimin preens at the thought of being a distraction to Jeongguk, unable to keep the teasing lilt from his tone. "Really? Can't imagine what that would be."
Jeongguk noses at Jimin's neck, still-dry hair sticking to his wet jawline. He pulls Jimin back against his hips and he can feel he's half-hard already, probably as worked up as Jimin is from all the anticipation. He bites his lip, holding back the moan that bubbles up in his chest when Jeongguk nips at his neck and then swirls his tongue over it.
He lets Jeongguk tug him out from under the stream of water and spin him around, gasping when his back hits the ice-cold tile and Jeongguk cages him against it, one hand holding his shoulder in place and the other cupping his jaw, pads of his fingers circling into the skin. His gaze is dark, hazy with lust-— and as much as Jimin loves this, loves when Jeongguk is in the mood to take control and fuck him hard and fast against a wall, that's not what Jimin's in the mood for tonight. He has a lot of steam to blow off.
"Someone's in a hurry tonight," he murmurs, voice barely audible over the shower. Steam curls up around them, so thick it hides nearly everything except the two of them pressed together in the middle of it. He slides his palm up Jeongguk's chest, barely pausing over his heart to feel the way it hammers under his skin. Jeongguk doesn't like to show it but Jimin knows how much he affects him— they've been doing this long enough that he can read him like a book. "Do you need hyung to teach you a little patience?"
"I have plenty of patience," Jeongguk whispers. He slides his knee between Jimin's legs, pressing a toned thigh against his half-hard cock. The water clinging to it makes the slide wet and Jimin gasps, rutting his hips down out of instinct from the pressure. "You're the one who's already hard and leaking for me when I just got here."
"Says the one who has me pressed against the wall already." Jimin traces Jeongguk's collarbone with his thumb before dragging it up to his neck, thumbing at his pulse point.
Jeongguk ignores him, too busy dragging his lips down Jimin's neck, sliding his tongue over his wet skin to taste the water droplets. Jimin tilts his head back to let him do it, moaning softly as he presses his hips gently against Jeongguk's thigh, savoring the sparks of pleasure that jolt through him.
He's snapped out of his haze when he feels a gentle sucking at the base of his throat—he scoffs, tangling his hand in Jeongguk's hair and jerking his head back roughly. He knows better than to mark him up, it's one of the only things they'd agreed on when they'd started doing this six months ago. His lips part to scold him but the words catch in his throat, too struck by his expression to continue; eyes wild and dancing, a bratty, defiant smile curling the corners of his lips.
And, oh.
Jimin's pulse spikes, a wave of adrenaline surging through him. He fucking loves it when Jeongguk gets like this— it happens so rarely that he can count the number of times on one hand. Jeongguk normally hates to give up control, often makes Jimin work for it even when he wants to, but tonight.
Tonight will be fun.
"Ah," Jimin breathes, curling his fingers closer to Jeongguk's scalp to tip his head back, forcing him to bare his throat. He arches his back, sliding his cock against Jeongguk's thigh. "Did you have a rough day today, baby? Want hyung to take care of you?"
Jeongguk bites his lip, hesitance flashing over his features. it takes a second of them making pointed eye contact, Jimin's eyebrows raised in patient wait, before Jeongguk tries to nod. Jimin cocks his head, clicking his tongue. He needs Jeongguk to tell him it's okay. He needs to be absolutely sure.
"Yes," Jeongguk finally says, voice croaky. It' s all Jimin needs.
"On your knees," Jimin drawls, pushing his head downward. Jeongguk goes easily, water splashing around his knees when they hit the soaked tile. The stream still rushing from the shower head cascades down his back, curving delicately over the harsh valleys of muscle. Jeongguk looks up at Jimin through his eyelashes, threaded with water droplets, lips chapped and bitten red from where he must have been chewing on them on the drive over. "How about you suck hyung off first, Jeongguk? Does that sound good?"
"You're asking me to suck your cock?" Jeongguk grits, but he's already raising his fist to circle it around the base, thumb pressed to the thick vein on the underside. "Cut the soft dom bullshit and make me do it."
Jimin laughs, twisting his index finger around a damp curl at Jeongguk's temple. "If you want to get fucked tonight I suggest you put your pretty mouth to work at something other than being a brat.”
A dark look crosses Jeongguk's features but Jimin watches in smug satisfaction as he dips his head to lap at the head of Jimin's cock more easily than he'd expected. He hisses through his teeth, thumb dropping to Jeongguk's cheek to catch a droplet of water that fell from his hair. He's a fucking vision when he's on his knees, a sight that has Jimin's cock twitching and leaking against Jeongguk's lips.
On most nights Jimin would be rough with him, would force his mouth down on his cock by the back of his head and fuck his throat until tears stream down his face. But tonight he thinks he'll take it slow, ease him into it, see how desperate Jeongguk gets when Jimin doesn't give him exactly what he wants for once.
When Jeongguk finally parts his lips and swirls his tongue around his cockhead Jimin moans,keeping his eyes trained on Jeongguk, watching as he stiffens his tongue and drags it down the underside before licking a fat, wet stripe back up to the tip. Jeongguk knows exactly how Jimin likes it and his shows. He teases him slowly, getting him more and more worked up before taking him fully in his mouth, keeping his hand gripped tight and unmoving around the base until Jimin feels like he's on fire, pushing his hips up to try to fuck into Jeongguk's fist.
"Who's the desperate one now?" Jeongguk says, muffled around a mouthful of Jimin's cock. Sticky white precum clings to the corners of his lips and drips around his tongue. He slips one hand between Jimin's legs to drag a light nail over his balls and Jimin gasps, muttering a curse under his breath. Jeongguk is trying to get a leg up on him, trying to get Jimin so riled up he snaps and gets rough with him, and as tempting as it is Jimin refuses. Not tonight.
"Says the one getting off on having your mouth stuffed full of my dick." Jimin presses his foot full against Jeongguk's fully erect cock for emphasis, savoring the cool rush of air that rushes over his sticky wet cock when Jeongguk gasps around it, nearly choking. Jimin takes the opportunity to push himself a little deeper inside until he’s laying flat against his tongue, groaning at the wet heat.
Jeongguk closes his lips around Jimin's length, mouth vibrating when he pushes his hips forward to chase pleasure against Jimin's foot. He sinks down the rest of the way, dragging his tongue over the underside until it hits the back of his throat.
"Look at you," Jimin gasps, stroking his hair through Jeongguk's hair with more tenderness than the situation calls for. "Sucking cock like you were m-made to do it."
Jeongguk groans and then swallows around Jimin's cock, milking a spurt of precum from his slit that runs down the back of his throat.
His mouth is so wet, so hot, feels so fucking good Jimin finds himself fucking shallowly into it even though he told himself he was gonna take it slow. Jeongguk loves it, immediately reaching behind Jimin to cup his ass and push his cock deeper into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat, relaxed and pliant and waiting for Jimin to push deeper and hit the back of it. Jimin’s full-on moaning, now, holding the back of Jeongguk’s head still so he can shallowly fuck his mouth. Jeongguk looks like a wet dream, his lips puffy and swollen and stretched thin around the base of Jimin’s cock, drool and precum dripping messily down his throat, big doe eyes with tears welling in the corners staring up at Jimin as he takes every inch of his cock into his throat.
The sight of it alone has heat pooling behind Jimin’s navel and he stills his hips after just a few minutes, panting and practically doubled over with his hands still resting on the back of Jeongguk’s head.
"Fuck, baby, wait— you're gonna have to stop if you want me to fuck you," he gasps, nails scrambling against his scalp as he attempts to pull him off. "Stop, stop."
Jeongguk teases him with a few more slides of his tongue but then he pulls off with a filthy pop, smiling devilishly up at him as he licks the sticky drops of precum from his lips with a glint in his eye. And, god, Jeongguk is going to be the fucking death of him, he swears.
"Did that count as putting my mouth to work, Jimin-ssi? Or do you plan on punishing me for letting my throat do the heavy lifting?"
Jimin slides his tongue into his cheek, grabbing Jeongguk by the elbow and tugging him to his feet.
"The only thing you need to be punished for is being a fucking brat," Jimin says. Their eyes linger on each other for a second when Jeongguk straightens and Jimin finds his own dropping for a second to his lips, angry red and swollen from being wrapped around his cock. He wonders, not for the first time, how he tastes on Jeongguk's lips; as intimately as they've gotten to know each other over the past six months, that's always been one of their rules.
No kissing, no marking, no feelings.
"Turn around," Jimin orders.
Jeongguk seems to hesitate for a second but then he nods, turning to brace himself against the shower wall. The water has been running for so long Jimin is surprised it hasn't gone cold, but it's lukewarm enough now that the steam in the shower is starting to dissipate and he can see Jeongguk more clearly now. He can't say he's mad about the choice of location when he sees how good Jeongguk looks from behind when he's all shiny and wet, rivulets of water dripping down his golden skin. He's all lean muscle, tiny waist tapering into thick thighs that Jimin greedily runs his hands over, thinking about how good it feels when Jeongguk presses them together and lets him fuck them.
But tonight isn't the night for that. He's too desperate and so is Jeongguk; they've been so busy lately that they haven't had time to meet up in weeks to fuck and he already feels like he's bursting at the seams from anticipation.
There's a small bottle of lube on the back shelf that Jeongguk must have slipped in with him. Jimin grabs for it, almost dropping it in his haste to crack it open and pool it into his palm. Jeongguk's thighs spread wider as if it's a natural reaction to hearing the snap of the bottle— he braces his elbows against the wall and ducks his head, arching his back to put his ass on full display.
Jimin's cock throbs at the sight and he pumps his cock a few times, eyes tracing every line of Jeongguk's body and lingering on the pink pucker of his hole.
"You back there painting a picture?" Jeongguk pants. He pushes his hips back further, searching for Jimin's fingers. He steps forward, sliding a lube-slicked hand over the swell of his ass and just barely brushing at his rim. Jeongguk throws his head back the second Jimin’s fingers are on him, flexing his hands where they rest next to the tile. He hasn't ever seen Jeongguk this submissive, this ready to take his cock— the sight of it has every nerve in his body on fire, wanting nothing more than to dig his hands into his hips and fuck him like he needs.
Jimin delivers a sharp smack to Jeongguk's ass before soothing his palm over the red spot. "Be good or hyung can't give you what you want," Jimin scolds, but he doesn't plan on making Jeongguk wait much longer— he rubs the pad of his middle finger against Jeongguk's hole before pushing it inside, easily slipping in to the first knuckle.
“Fuck, Jimin,” Jeongguk grunts, feet slipping apart. “Finally.”
The slide is easier than Jimin imagined it’d be and it sends a surge of unexpected jealousy through him; he and Jeongguk haven’t fucked in weeks so there’s no reason for Jeongguk to already be stretched out. He grunts, poking his tongue into his cheek and rubbing a second finger against his rim, watching the way Jeongguk’s hole puckers around them like he’s trying to suck him inside. The second he pushes the second finger in Jeongguk gasps, thighs tensing from the stretch. He knows he’s going a little fast but he also knows Jeongguk loves it like that— they have safe words in place but so far they’ve never had to use them. He crooks his fingers, dragging a high-pitched whine straight from Jeongguk’s chest.
“More,” Jeongguk says brokenly, arching his back even more so his dainty little water-slicked waist is bent in a curve that almost looks impossible. “Deeper.”
It takes everything in Jimin to slide his fingers out, leaving just the tips ghosting gently over his hole. Jeongguk groans, equal parts frustration and annoyance, pushing his hips back against Jimin’s fingers.
“Until you learn to ask nicely instead of ordering me around when I’m the one giving you what you asked for,” Jimin says, sliding the hand not against Jeongguk’s ass up the curve of his back and pressing at a spot beneath his shoulder blades, forcing Jeongguk’s chest against the tile. “I think maybe you should be quiet unless you’re saying my name.”
“Fucking—” Jeongguk is cut off with a sharp gasp when Jimin slips his fingers between his legs, dragging over his perinium to cup his balls. “Brat.”
Jimin can’t help but laugh at that as he coats his fingers with more lube before teasing them at Jeongguk’s rim again, slipping in only past the nailbed and running his fingers around the ring of muscle. He can practically feel the frustration rolling off of Jeongguk in waves, the way his jaw is taut and his fists are clenched. He’s so used to giving up whatever Jeongguk wants so easily that it’s thrilling to be in this position instead, holding all the power, making Jeongguk go crazy with want.
“Are you gonna fuck me sometime tonight? Because I’m pretty sure both of us have somewhere important to be tomorrow.”
Jimin cocks his head, a lock of hair falling over his eyes. He watches the movement of his own fingers, as he thrusts them gently, shallowly into Jeongguk’s hole, just enough to make him want more.
“Beg,” Jimin says.
“Fuck no.”
Jimin scoffs. He slips his hand around until he’s gripping Jeongguk’s throat, pressing against him until his cock is slotted between his asscheeks, chest pressed to back. A tiny whimper spills from Jeongguk’s throat and he pushes back against Jimin’s cock, letting his head loll to the side to expose the golden line of his throat to Jimin’s mouth.
“I said,” he growls, tightening his hand around his throat, feeling Jeongguk’s pulse point pounding beneath his fingers. “Beg.”
He grinds his hips forward, the length of his cock sliding against Jeongguk’s lube-slick hole.
Jeongguk is panting, now— Jimin can’t see his cock from this angle but he knows how hard he must be, thick and hard and drooling precum onto the shower floor below. Jeongguk loves when Jimin chokes him when he’s fucking him and he knows it’s just a matter of time until he snaps into submission, giving himself over to Jimin like they both want him to.
He takes his own cock in his hand and drags the head over Jeongguk’s rim, slowly slowly, nearly pushing into him but stopping before he goes too deep. Jeongguk slams the side of his curled fist against the wall, cursing under his breath, desperately trying to grind his hips back to fuck himself on Jimin’s cock but being held in place by Jimin’s chest against his back and the fingers curled around his throat.
“God damn it. Just fuck me already. If I knew it was going to take you this long I would have gone somewhere else.”
The surge of jealousy Jimin had felt earlier roars back to life, ripping hot. He presses his fingers harder into the sides of Jeongguk’s throat until the nails bite at the skin, palm pressed flat against his flesh.
“You think someone else can fuck you as good as I can?” Jimin drawls, the breath of a threat in his tone.
“Seems like you’re not fucking me at all, so yeah, I do.”
He knows Jeongguk is bluffing, just talking shit because he’s a brat and he knows Jimin will give him what he wants if he has something to prove. Jimin isn’t usually one to fall for his tricks but that string is back in his chest, pulled so tight it’s seconds from snapping. The urge, no, the need to show Jeongguk he’s the only thing he needs is so overwhelming he can’t think of anything else, nearly losing his mind with it.
He fumbles with the lube bottle with the hand not gripping Jeongguk’s throat and messily pours some over his cock, letting the bottle clatter to the floor without giving a fuck if he wastes any— that’s not what’s important right now. He spreads Jeongguk’s ass apart with his hand, fingers pressed into his hip and thumb at the edge of his hole, rubbing his cock against his rim a few times to make sure it’s slicked up before pushing inside.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" Jimin goads, shallowly thrusting only his cockhead in and out of Jeongguk’s hole. He knows he hasn’t stretched him enough but he also knows Jeongguk loves it when it hurts a little bit, especially when he’s in one of these moods— Jeongguk clenches around him with a shiver, something like relief and wanting more at the same time. There’s a vein bulging in his neck, jaw clenched tight.
Jeongguk doesn’t answer and Jimin takes him finally shutting his mouth as answer enough. The water is ice cold now but Jimin sure as fuck doesn't care; once he's sure Jeongguk is adjusted he pushes the rest of the way in to the base, burying himself completely inside the wet heat. Jeongguk gasps, hisses a little bit in pain— his shoulders go tense and his thighs go rigid for just a moment but before long he's already moving his hips again.
"Hurts," Jeongguk gasps. "Hurts so fucking good — more, move.”
It’s not quite begging but Jimin doesn’t care anymore— after being edged by Jeongguk’s mouth earlier he’s already in a haze trying to chase his own release. He slides out and then slams back in so hard Jeongguk’s chest slides up the wall, his cheek turning so Jimin can get a clear view of the expression on his face. His teeth are working at his bottom lip like he’s trying to muffle the noises that threaten to spill from his lips, fingers flexing against the wall every time Jimin slams into him.
“Fucking try to say someone else can fuck you like this,” Jimin growls. He lets go of his throat to brace both hands underneath his ass to spread him wide so he can fuck deeper, pistoning his hips up to hit his prostate with every stroke. Jeongguk isn’t one to make much noise when he’s getting fucked but his breathing is so heavy it practically echoes around the shower room in tandem with the wet sound of skin slapping on skin. “Have you been spreading your legs for someone else, baby? Is that why you haven’t been coming around lately? Did you need me to remind you how good my cock feels inside you?”
“Fuck, Jimin— no, no one else— haven’t been with anyone else—”
“Liar,” Jimin hisses, punctuating his words with a harsh snap of his hips that punches a groan from Jeongguk’s chest. “You were fucking stretched already even before I fucked you—”
“F-fingered myself in the bathroom earlier thinking about this,” Jeongguk gasps, a candid statement that shocks Jimin so much he nearly loses his rhythm. They always play a little game when they fuck, never telling the truth, so the sudden vulnerability has Jimin reeling. “God, wanted it so fucking bad, hyung, you fuck me so good— can you touch me? Please t-touch me, getting close—”
“Fuck, yeah baby, yeah, hyung can touch you—” Every bit of anger and jealousy Jimin had been feeling just moments ago floods out of his chest, replaced with something warm and euphoric instead, something desperate. He reaches around to stroke Jeongguk’s cock in time with the snaps of his hips. Jeongguk full-on moans, a noise Jimin has never, ever heard him make before, a high sweet sound— his cock is pulsing in his hand, wet and sticky from the precum dripping down the sides that Jimin is milking straight from his prostate.
"Should I mark you up?" Jimin leans closer, chest pressed to back, caging Jeongguk against the wall. There's something so, so thrilling about taking him like this, about having the fiery boxing legend spread open under his cock. He hooks his chin over Jeongguk's shoulder and scrapes his teeth over his neck. "Should I give the crowd tomorrow something to talk about, hm? Show them how good I fuck you?"
It’s just a fantasy, a thing he says sometimes but never actually does— they both get off on fucking in public and the idea of their fans and coaches finding out about their dirty little secret is more than enough to get Jimin going. He sometimes imagines what the headlines would say, wonders if there would be outrage if they found out rival boxing legends Jeon Jeongguk and Park Jimin blow off steam by fucking in the gym after practice.
But there’s the rules— the three things they’d agreed right after they’d fucked for the first time in the heat of the moment six months ago.
No kissing, no marking, no feelings.
“Do it,” Jeongguk rasps. Jimin’s heart leaps up to his throat, because Jeongguk has never, ever asked him to break one of their rules before— he thinks maybe he heard him wrong, but Jeongguk only seals it by tilting his head to bare his neck, reaching one hand over his shoulder to grab the back of Jimin’s neck and shove his lips down to his shoulder. “Show them.”
"Fuck," Jimin gasps against his skin. There’s a little voice in his head screaming that maybe this is a bad idea, that he’s crossing one too many lines this time, but he tamps it right down. He might not ever have a chance to have Jeongguk like this again and he’s desperate to take advantage of it— his hands scramble against Jeongguk’s forearms and then he’s latching his lips on the back of his neck just above where his shirt collar would lay and sucks. Jeongguk trembles, clenching around Jimin’s cock.
"Close," Jeongguk is babbling— "Please, Jimin, so close—"
Jimin picks up the pace, fucking harder, deeper, pumping Jeongguk's cock in time with his thrusts— he feels his own release coming on soon, too, flooding like lava deep in his belly. He can't stop marking up Jeongguk's neck now that’s he’s had a taste, mapping out his claim over every inch of exposed skin he can find, scraping his teeth over his shoulder and sucking dark bruises in his skin, a constellation of red and purple littering his entire neck and shoulder. He thinks about what people will say tomorrow, knowing Jeongguk has someone who fucks him like this, who fucks him as good as Jimin does. Maybe they’ll even guess it’s him after seeing them in the ring together, will pick up on the raw sexual tension like a current in the air every time they’re in the same room.
"Gonna come," Jeongguk gasps, moaning a broken chant of Jimin's name before his body goes rigid and shakes beneath him. His cock pulses, sticky hot come coating Jimin’s hand and dripping down onto his thighs as Jimin fucks him through it.
“You’re so fucking good for hyung,” Jimin moans into Jeongguk’s ear, laving his tongue over the shell. “So good—”
"Wanna feel you come inside," Jeongguk gasps, bracing his hands on the shower wall and fucking himself back on Jimin's cock in time with his thrusts, body shaking from oversensitivity—his ass clenches around him and it’s dizzying in how good it feels— It only takes one, two, three more thrusts before Jimin is spilling hot inside of him with a broken whine, sinking his teeth into Jeongguk's shoulder one last time as he fucks his come deep inside of him.
It takes them a second to snap out of their post-orgasm daze, panting up against each other, skin slicked with more than just water. Jimin takes a deep breath, savors the deep musky scent of Jeongguk's sweat, the smell of it so comforting and familiar at this point his heart instantly slows down.
Jeongguk clears his throat, making Jimin jump backwards when he realizes he’s probably been embracing Jeongguk for a little longer than their arrangement should allow. His cock slips from Jeongguk’s hole and his eyes linger for a moment the way his come drips down his thighs.
“Thanks,” Jeongguk says, a little awkwardly. He always gets like this right after they fuck, like he doesn’t know what to say to Jimin when he doesn’t have his cock up his ass. Jimin nods, averting his eyes. He’ll need another shower after this; he knows Jeongguk won’t stick around for that long, though. Once they’re done he always leaves fast. “Was good.”
“Always is,” Jimin says with as much airiness as he can muster. He fucking hates this part, the part where Jeongguk leaves. Because as much as he likes to pretend Jeongguk is actually his, at the end of the day he isn’t.
Jeongguk stoops to pick up the bottle of lube that had fallen to the ground. When he stands he pauses for a second, like he's unsure of himself; his eyes scan Jimin's face and his lips part like he wants to say something. But then he gives his head a small shake, turning back towards the closed curtain he'd come in through.
"Good luck tomorrow," he tosses over his shoulder as he leaves.
"Good luck," Jimin agrees, voice small. He disappears through the curtain.
The second he's gone Jimin leans back against the wall, the ice cold stream of water biting into his skin. He doesn't remember when things had changed, when he'd become so reluctant to wash Jeongguk off his skin after he'd left.
They only have three rules— no kissing, no marking, no feelings.
Unfortunately, Jimin had already long broken one of them even before tonight.
Jimin is always jittery on the morning of a big match, but it’s increased tenfold when he has to go against Jeongguk. The morning leading up to it is nothing but a blur— he does his usual routine: a huge breakfast of carbs, followed by a run to clear his head and then a shower to sweat out his nerves, which only seems to only have the opposite effect because after last night the only thing he can think about in the shower is having Jeongguk panting beneath him.
Jeongguk always arrives at the venue much later than he does. He has his own routine which Jimin is pretty sure involves sleeping until fifteen minutes before the match and then rolling out of bed and going straight to the boxing ring. But hey, he's one of the best boxers in the world so it’s clearly working for him somehow.
He doesn't even have a chance to say hello before he's being whisked off ringside where his coach and managers fuss over him, massaging at his shoulders and giving him pep talks that Jimin hardly listens to. His eyes are trained on Jeongguk the whole time as he chugs water on the other side of the rink, whispering closely with his coach about something.
The moment they step into the ring and Jeongguk slides his towel off his shoulders his mouth goes dry. He’d almost forgotten about the dozen purple marks he’d sucked into his neck the night before, and now that he’s seeing them in the middle of the day he can’t help the heat that floods to his cheeks. The entire left side of his neck is bruised, disappearing behind the bare curve of his shoulder. Jimin knows if he were to turn around he’d be able to see the big, angry red bite mark where he’d sunk his teeth into Jeongguk’s flesh when he spilled inside of him.
If he thought the morning before the match was a blur, the match itself is even worse. It goes quick— Jimin loses in a nauseatingly easy victory for Jeongguk, too many thoughts about him and the marks on his skin and flashes of last night running through his head. He and Jeongguk have been rivals for years and hooking up for months but Jimin has never been off his game when they fight each other like he is today— the two of them are more or less an even match, always giving each other a run for their money. But today is different. Jimin can’t do it right now, doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to do anything with Jeongguk again. He leaves the ring with his coach trailing behind him, half concerned and half angry.
“I just need to be left alone,” Jimin says, tugging on the first white t-shirt he sees and waving him off, finding an empty room to be alone in. It’s a shitty abandoned old training room with a few folding chairs and a burnt-out lightbulb, but he doesn’t really have it in him to be picky right now.
He’s only been sitting for a few seconds when the knob jiggles and he glances up, already prepared to scold his coach for following him when he said he needed to be alone. But when the door flies open and he’s staring into the eyes of none other than Jeongguk he isn’t sure exactly what to do.
There's a stiff silence as they stare at each other, the room turning to ice like a cold wind has blown in from outside. Jeongguk's eyes are wide and vulnerable, pleading. The same looks he gets when he wants Jimin to fuck him. It twists something sour in his gut.
"I don't really feel like it right now, Jeongguk," he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Why don't you go find someone else like you wanted to last night.”
It’s a stupid remark. He knows Jeongguk isn’t actually fucking anyone else but something about the way he’d said it last night still has flames of jealousy licking at his chest. All it had been is a reminder that Jeongguk could go find someone else if he wanted to, and he probably will eventually.
Jeongguk makes a little nose of protest, stepping forward but hesitating before he lets the door fall shut behind him. "I- what?" he asks. "What are you talking about?"
"I said I'm not in the mood." Jimin really just wants him to leave. Looking at him is just making him feel even shittier. "I'll call you in a few days when I'm up to it."
"Oh." Jeongguk clears his throat. "Listen, hyung, I didn't come here because of that,” he says, voice trailing off like he's shy about it. "I wanted to talk to you about the match."
Jimin winces. "I don't want to talk about that, either."
"It's just... You seemed really distracted. I wanted to make sure you were okay." Jeongguk approaches him slowly and carefully like he's trying not to scare a wild animal. The sight of it makes Jimin want to laugh - Jeongguk's personality outside of the ring and when they're having sex is so endearing it's ridiculous, like the complete opposite of what anyone would expect. "Sorry if I'm intruding."
Jimin sighs. "It's fine. I just had a bad match. It happens."
Jeongguk shifts on the balls of his feet. "I guess. Are you sure something else isn't bothering you?"
You, Jimin wants to shout. You're bothering me. Because I'm fucking in love with you.
"I'm sure," he deadpans.
"Oh." Jeongguk nods. "Okay."
A long, long silence passes. It takes Jimin a minute to realize Jeongguk is probably waiting for him to say something else, but he doesn't really want to.
"I guess I'll go, then," Jeongguk says. He sounds a little hurt, a little cracked around the edges. Jimin can't imagine what he has to feel hurt about - maybe he's pissed that Jimin doesn't want to have sex.
Jimin spares a glance up at him as he's headed to the door. The bright purple bruises littering his back above his collar glare back at him.
"Sorry about the hickeys," he blurts. "I know we aren't supposed to do that. If people ask you about them just say you had a one night stand to blow off some steam or something.”
Jeongguk peeks over his shoulder, blinking. “Why would I tell them that?”
Jimin scoffs. “It’s not like you can tell them they’re from me.”
“I—” Jeongguk cuts himself off, licking his lips. He looks like he wants to say something. “But what if I want them to know they’re from you? Would that— would that be okay?”
Jimin cannot for the life of him figure out what the fuck Jeongguk is talking about. Why would he want people to know? They’d agreed to keep their hookups a secret, something only between them. Telling other people implies that it’s a thing, implies that it’s something more, and Jimin doesn’t want to let himself get led on like that. It hurts enough as it is.
“Like I said, sorry about that,” Jimin says, trying to deflect the question because he doesn’t know how to answer. “I know we have rules, and—”
“ Fuck the stupid rules,” Jeongguk suddenly exclaims and Jimin snaps his eyes up to his, taken aback. “Who gives a fuck? Why do we even have them? Why can’t we just—” He pauses, shoulders dropping as he deflates. “Fuck, nevermind. Forget it. I’m gonna go.”
Something like hope flickers to life in Jimin's chest. He scrambles to his feet, the folding chair scraping against concrete and almost toppling over in his haste. "Wait. Wait!" he repeats when Jeongguk reaches for the doorknob. "Why can't we just what?"
Jeongguk shakes his head. "It doesn't matter."
"Why can't we just what ?" Jimin prods, stepping forward, eyes pleading. He recognizes that this is a turning point. Jeongguk is either going to tell him he doesn't want them to hook up anymore or he's going to tell Jimin the thing he actually wants to hear. And even if there's only a zero, point zero, zero one chance of that happening he wants to hear it. He needs to hear it.
Jeongguk's breath hitches in his throat, hesitation painting his features, but then it quickly melts to something else. Something determined, something resolute.
He surges forward, and Jimin can hardly even register what's happening before Jeongguk's rough hands are cupping his cheeks and their lips crash together.
A thousand and one thoughts rip through his mind at once, making him almost dizzy, but the main one repeated over and over again is a mantra of wait, I'm kissing Jeongguk— wait, Jeongguk is kissing me— he doesn't even return it at first, arms rigid at his sides as he processes that this isn't a dream, and then his brain snaps to attention and he realizes he needs to kiss him back before Jeongguk gets the wrong idea about how he feels.
He pulls up on his tiptoes and throws his arms around his neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Jeongguk's lips are soft and pliant, familiar from all the times he's ghosted them over Jimin's skin and sucked bruises into his thighs where no one can see— they taste sweet like the apple he'd probably snacked on after the match like he always does. It's so Jeongguk, the man he knows so well, so intimately, and the kiss feels like the release of crashing down that last wall stopping them from becoming something a little bit more.
They don't pull apart until their chests burn from lack of breath. Jeongguk's cheeks are flushed red and his gaze is hazy, dopey smile spread over his lips. Jimin feels like his heart has leapt up and taken residence in his throat, stomach swirling with giddiness and excitement and happiness.
"Looks like we broke all three of the rules," Jimin gasps, reaching up to run his fingers through the ends of Jeongguk's hair. "What are we gonna do now?"
Jeongguk just laughs, dipping to press a kiss to the corner of Jimin's mouth.
"Let's make new rules," he whispers against his lips. "The first rule is no rules."
Jimin laughs, feeling lighter than he's felt in weeks. "That's not a rule."
"Okay, then the first rule is shut up and kiss me some more."
"That's also not a ru— "
His sentence is cut off with Jeongguk sealing their lips together in another kiss.
Jimin decides maybe that's a rule he can get on board with.