Title: Killer thighs
Word Count: 1,600+
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk was a cop, one of the best. Then he met with Park Jimin, and a dangerous game began.
Author’s Note: I saw Jimin’s tight and shiny leather pants in the Not Today MV & live broadcasts, and my Jiminandhisstrongthighsareperfect!!!4!!4!-feels came back with full force….. so this silly fic was born~ Watch out for swearing and some sexual tension, aaaand— yeah, I think, that’s all. Enjoy! ^.^
I found you, Park Jimin,” Jeongguk’s voice is relieved and nervous at the
same time, and Jimin’s heart throbs at the familiarity.
It’s been a while, a few months since he has seen the man who has those dark, round eyes with endless determination flaming in them what never fails to make Jimin’s breath stutter. He turns around on his heels, and feels with a spark of twisted satisfaction jolting down his spine that the man’s eyes are glued to his bottom. Seriously, stealing these skin-tight, shiny leather pants was a glorious idea, they hug his lower body perfectly, emphasizing his thick thighs and round ass.
“Ah, Jeongguk-ssi, what a nice surprise to see you again! How are you doing? I heard the news,” Jimin smiles sweetly at the man, voice carefree and melodic, warm brown eyes sparkling with some emotion close to pity. He takes a few steps towards Jeongguk, not even a bit hesitant, and Jeongguk glares at him threateningly, however, he stays still. “I heard you had lost your job. You’re no longer working as a cop.” The emotion in Jimin’s gaze is different now, it’s clear amusement, they are standing toe-to-toe, and Jeongguk wants to punch his pretty face hard.
“It’s your fault,” he spits instead, pouting his bottom lip out stubbornly, and crosses his arms, veins bulging under his smooth skin. He wasn’t able to catch Park Jimin, the infamous thief who prefers to rob the elites of Seoul, and after one too many fails, after one too big mistake, Jeongguk had got kicked out of the police station.
“Is it?” Jimin’s smile turns into a smirk and his long eyelashes flutter while reaching one hand out and running ticklish fingers up the ex-cop’s arm. The man shivers but doesn’t pull away. It’s always difficult when he sees Jimin after a long time, because the beauty overwhelms him, again and again and again, and suddenly it’s complicated to remember how to function properly.
I’m not sorry at all, Jeonggukie. I always had thought that that job is too
stressful and strict, it was not good for your health. Now you can finally
relax and enjoy your freedom, am I right? Also, you shouldn’t frown this much,
you’ll have wrinkles,” Jimin giggles, his short thumb is drawing slow,
soft circles on the man’s cheek. It’s teasing, Jeongguk knows, and even though
the tiny hairs on his nape are standing and Jimin’s touch wakes fire and goosebumps
in its way, he doesn’t slap the caressing hand away. It would be equal to admit
defeat, and Jeongguk would rather die than to do that.
“I can’t relax and enjoy anything till I put you in jail,” he grunts through gritted teeth, his jaw tightens, and his sentence makes Jimin’s eyes glow.
“Hmmm~ Someone’s obsessed with me, it seems,” his lips stretch into an even wider grin, and he wets them, licking the plump flesh lazily. Jeongguk follows the motion of the pink little tip of tongue with darkening eyes. “Y'know, we know each other for so long, and I still can’t decide if you want to capture me or fuck me, though,” Jimin continues, watching the ex-cop’s expression intently.
“Preferably both,” Jeongguk croaks, his mouth feels dry and throat too narrow, and as soon as he realizes what just escaped his lips, he feels his cheeks heating up. His palm is clammy with sweat and his stomach is churning when Jimin starts laughing, voice loud and sugary.
“Woah! How greedy.” Once he calms down, Jimin bites in his bottom lip with a smug smirk playing on it. “I’m truly sorry, Jeonggukie, but I have no intentions to go in jail. Not today.”
“It’s not your choice, Jimin. If you don’t collaborate, then I’m going to use force,” Jeongguk snorts, knitting his eyebrows together while pulling out his revolver with his right hand.
“Oh no~ I’m shitting myself, baby,” Jimin chuckles, and Jeongguk’s sweaty left hand balls into fist. “Also, I’m ‘hyung’ to you, call me with respect.”
“Respect?!” Jeongguk echoes disbelieving, the revolver pokes Jimin right in the heart. “It’s a game to you; you think it’s all just a game, isn’t?” He hisses, and Jimin takes a step back because of the intensity in his eyes.
“Of course it is. It never was more, the only one who takes it way too seriously is you,” Jimin replies, and grabs the weapon with both hands. His hands are small and soft, barely wrapping around the revolver. “C'mon, Jeonggukie, put this thing away. We both know that you can’t do it. You can’t shoot me, because you have a big, big, big weakness.” The cop’s eyes widen and Jimin lowers his voice till it’s barely above a whisper, ”Me.”
He pries off Jeongguk’s frozen fingers of the metal, takes the gun away and empties it, bullets falling on the ground with a loud clinking sound. Jimin throws the revolver away with an elegant flick of his wrist, the glint in his eyes tells Jeongguk that he is enjoying the situation. Jimin always enjoys toying with him – because he knows that he can do it. Fury wakes in Jeongguk’s belly at the thought and he fishes his butterfly-knife out of his pocket. Today is the day when he’s going to march in the police station with a passed-out Park Jimin in his arms, and he’s going to get his job back. Today is the day when he’s going to wipe that cocky and confident smile off of Jimin’s face. Today is the day when he’s going to finally win.
“Alright then,” Jimin sighs and grabs his butterfly-knife as well. “I can see that you aren’t gonna let me leave this place without a little exercise— so, let’s dance then!”
They know each other’s moves too well. It indeed looks like a well-practiced dance, throwing punches, swirling around and stabbing the air with the knives – but always missing the target. Maybe on purpose, maybe not. Their knives are clashing, the echoes ring out as they try to kick and cut the other. Jimin is smaller than him, lighter and thinner, but he is quick and surprisingly strong, and when after ten minutes of fighting full with fruitless attempts at hurting each other, he slams Jeongguk down the cold floor, the ex-cop’s breath runs out of his lungs from the power. Jimin sits on Jeongguk’s chest, seemingly comfortable in his position, his thighs which are covered with shiny and tight leather are on each side of the man’s head, and grins down at the panting Jeongguk triumphantly.
“You know that I could choke you with my thighs right now, if I wanted to? Or crush your handsome little skull?” He smiles so bright, his eyes turn into tiny crescents, and he can feel under his butt that Jeongguk’s heart speeds up in his chest at the sight.
“That would be an honor,” Jeongguk forces a smirk onto his lips. Jimin’s grip is painful on his wrists, the knives are out of reach, the weight of the older man is pining him to the ground and the muscly thighs are holding his head in a vice. “I’ve always wanted to die between your legs, Jimin hyung.” The honorific sounds like mocking, and Jimin laughs wholeheartedly.
“You could do so many better things between my legs, baby.”
“Please share your ideas with me,” Jeongguk smiles back a bit flustered, Jimin’s laughter never fails to entertain him. He wants to keep the thief distracted until he can make a plan and find a way to either grab one of the knives or take the handcuffs out of his pocket, to finally put an end to this 'game’ with Jimin.
Jimin shifts his position and leans closer. His body is warm and heavy against Jeongguk’s, his plush lips are only millimeters away from Jeongguk’s chapped ones, and the younger man can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks even faster as the other’s minty, hot breath is fanning over his flushed skin.
“Instead sharing, what about showing you those ideas, hmm?” Jimin’s voice is dripping honey and Jeongguk can’t breathe. “I picked a really cute little handcuff from your pocket a few minutes ago, while you were too immersed in our 'dance battle'… So why don’t we put it into good use? I’m not going to jail today, but at least the other one of your wishes could come true, Jeonggukie,” Jimin winks, shamelessly licking his lips again, the handcuff is swirling around one short, chubby finger of his.
Jeongguk swallows so hard, it kind of hurts. His whole body kind of hurts. He looks into Jimin’s eyes and his heated gaze tells the other what he thinks about the offer.
Jimin closes his eyes and lets out a trembling exhale. Jeongguk is 99,99% sure that he really is going to die between these gorgeous legs someday. But until then, with a sudden flex of muscles he shoves Jimin away harshly, giving in all his gathered strength, and reaches for the handcuffs fast and desperate. They are struggling on the floor, pushing and striking every part of the other’s body while trying to acquire the handcuffs. Jimin uses his flexibility to bend his body into impossible positions as the combat continues (which might or might not makes Jeongguk salivate, but only just a little bit), and Jeongguk uses his physical superiority to overcome the thief. Jimin’s breathing is heavy, silky pink hair is a mess, there is a thin layer of sweat gleaming on his flawless tan skin, and his cheeks are rosy red when the ex-cop finally pins him to the ground. Jeongguk feels the tingles of sick pride running down his spine at the thought that he caused Jimin to look like this.
The handcuffs close around a wrist with a metallic sound, and the bare walls around the two men are echoing it, Jimin’s breathless giggles mix in.
“So, now what?”
'Well…’ Jeongguk thinks while slowly but steadily getting lost in deep, warm brown eyes glistening with excitement, '…fuck.’