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Selling hand poured soy candles at a mall kiosk was not where Yoongi had thought he’d end up in life. Working at a mall anything wasn’t where he’d thought. It was supposed to have been a temporary gig while he finished his degree.

But at the same time he was accepting his diploma, the bottom on the economy was dropping out and he no longer had a safe financial future in advertising like he had thought he would. Consumers weren’t buying and companies weren’t hiring.

Unless of course you were willing to sell your dignity minimum wage and commission on every candle sold. Yoongi wasn’t using his dignity anyway so what did he have to lose? Just his apartment if he couldn’t make the rent.

So a few months had turned into a year and Yoongi was the best damn candle salesman in the whole mall.

Which wasn’t saying much, but it paid the bills.

Working at the mall wasn’t as bad as he had feared. Sure, middle aged rich women dominated his time during the day, but they always bought three more than they had planned when he turned on the smile. Which was just more money in his pocket.

He’d made a few friends over noodles in the food court, commiserating with other mall workers about the frequent flyer customers or the latest gossip.

Like the girl at the jewelry store on the third floor who’d fallen for the guy at the jewelry store on the first floor. It had been quite the scandal and a plague on both of their shops had been called by the lady at the smoothie stall.

“It’s an unwritten rule you shouldn’t date people from other stores,” Jin said around his mouth full of noodles. “Management frowns on it, says it’s distracting.”

“I’d say the awful music they play is more distracting,” Namjoon replied.

“How would you know, you’ve got your stores speakers so turned up I can hear it three shops down,” Taehyung commented. “Ruins the vibe, customers don’t like it.”

“I think it’s the ungodly smell of the incense you burn, Tae,” Jin mused. “It’s like rich people repellent.”

 

“So is loud music,” Taehyung countered. “Why do you need such loud music in a bookstore for anyway?”

“We sell music too,” Jungkook shrugged. “I think we sell more albums just on what Namjoon puts on than we do actual books.”

“Sad really,” Namjoon sighd, shaking his head. “So, Yoongi, it’s Tuesday.”

“Wow Namjoon, you know what day it is, good for you,” Yoongi said,. “What of it?”

“Isn’t Tuesday window day?” Jin grinned at him.

 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yoongi glared at Jin. Just because Jin was his boss didn’t give him the right to expose Yoongi like that, the ass.

“What’s window day?” Taehyung asked, leaning over the plastic table, food forgotten.

“Window day is the day when the mannequins in the Victoria’s Secret shop get changed out,” Jin replied smugly. “And Yoongi never misses it.”

There were loud catcalls and a couple of whistles from the other five and Yoongi was going to murder Jin.

“What’s it matter if they get changed out? Unless Yoongi’s got a thing for naked mannequins?” Namjoon snorted, dodging the spoon shot at his head.

“It’s not the mannequins he’s eyeing,” Jin said. “Or the underwear. It’s who’s doing the displays.”

“My best friend works there!” Taehyung said eagerly. “Maybe I can ask him to put in a good word for you with who it is? What’s her name?”

Yoongi, face burning in embarrassment, gathered up his trash. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grumbled around clenched teeth.

“It’s not a her, it’s a him,” Jin continued exposing Yoongi and Yoongi was this close to dumping his drink over his boss’ head.

There were even more ooh’s and aahh’s and Taehyung looked up as Yoongi stood with, his eyes wide. “But there’s only guy- oh!”

“Taehyung I swear if you breathe a word of this I will hang you by your own hemp necklaces,” Yoongi hissed at him.

Taehyung deflated slightly and Yoongi felt a little bad. Taehyung was a nice guy, even if he worked at one of those damn hippy stores that smelled like patchouli.

“I don’t like him, Jin’s just being an ass,” Yoongi said, softening his tone. “He’s cute, but, he straight right? So, no big deal. Anyway, I’m going back to work.” Yoongi turned, marching off towards the garbage, ignoring Taehyung’s stuttered words behind him.

 

Maybe Jin had been right about why Yoongi was a little more eager to get back to work than usual. Tuesday was the highlight of Yoongi’s week and he always made sure to be scheduled. Jin of course had caught on pretty quick.

It wasn’t like Yoongi was in love, he just happened to find the man cute. Especially when he’d struggle with getting the mannequins that were two feet taller than him into place and Yoongi could watch the muscles flex under his polo.

Not that he stared or anything. Not for long anyway. He couldn’t help it, honestly. It was the cute guy’s fault for wearing such tight slacks that hugged his very nice, biteable ass.

Yoongi was in trouble.

When he got back to the kiosk because not only had the guy started dismantling the display already, but he was bent over rummaging in a bin.

Yoongi may have stopped dead in his tracks and made the most obnoxious whining noise.

Yoongi was definitely in trouble.

It took a few false starts and a couple of dry swallows before Yoongi could feel his legs again, and by that time, he had a visitor. A heart shaped smile of doom was grinning at him and by the way the newcomer was wiggling his eyebrows; he’d seen.

“I don’t want to hear it, Hoseok,” Yoongi said, fixing him a cold glare. “Don’t you have juice to sell?”

“I’m on break, came to see my favorite grumpy old man,” Hoseok said, his eyes going back and forth between Yoongi and the shop window. “You ask him out yet?”

“What? No, of course not, shut up,” Yoongi hissed at him, shoving Hoseok to the other side of the kiosk. “I don’t even know his name-”

“Jimin, his name is Jimin,” Hoseok said, the grin growing when Yoongi’s scowl deepend. “What? He’s really friendly, and he wears a name tag.”

“You talked to him?” Yoongi stopped. “What did you do.”

“Nothing!” Hoseok held up his hands innocently. “I just went in to find a perfume for my girlfriend and chatted with him a bit.”

“One, you’re gay, you don’t have a boyfriend let alone a girlfriend,” Yoongi said, pointing a finger at him. “Two, they don’t sell the perfume in there, that’s downstairs.”

“Well I know that now,” Hoseok rolled his eyes. “I wanted to say hi, is there anything wrong with that? He’s nice, and I invited him to lunch tomorrow.”

“Why?” Yoongi threw up his hands in exasperation. “Are you trying to torment me?”

“Maybe, but that’s pretty easy,” Hoseok laughed. “I figured he should get to know the rest of the crew. He’s been here a few months at this point, why not?”

“Because.” Yoongi didn’t offer any kind of explanation, leaving Hoseok to start straightening the candles.

“Because?” Hoseok trailed after him. “Because you’re a disaster gay that doesn’t want to stutter around his crush?”

“I’m not a disaster gay, would you stop saying that?” Yoongi glanced around, lowering his voice. “He’s straight okay? I don’t think he’d fit in with the queer club.”

For once, Hoseok closed his mouth, though he gave Yoongi the strangest questioning look. “How do you figure he’s straight?”

“He works in a lingerie shop,” Yoongi said, though that didn’t seem to register any reaction out of Hoseok. “He flirts with the girls who come in like crazy and I’ve seen him give out his number.”

“I think you’re just scared to talk to someone that hot,” Hoseok said, stealing Yoongi’s chair and relaxing in it. “When’s the last time you even had a date? Or got laid.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m done,” Yoongi grabbed Hoseok by the arm and shoved him off the chair. “Go back to your helicopters and leave me to my misery.”

Hoseok laughed, but did as told. “That long huh? Maybe if you weren’t so chicken you could get some Yoongs!”

Yoongi bristled, vigorously attacking dust bunnies that had collected on the lids of the candles with a swiffer. “Disaster gay. I’ll show you disaster gay.” He lifted his eyes and glanced towards the shop window.

Inside, Jimin turned his head at the same time and their eyes met. Yoongi was glad Jimin couldn’t hear him groan when the man lifted his hand and waved, and smiled. Yoongi wanted to melt into a puddle right there. That smile was going to kill him.

 

Closing time in a mall was weird, and eerily quiet as the shops closed down one by one. Metal security gates and glass doors closed so the workers could clean up and count the daily intake. Yoongi thought they were all lucky as he pulled the fabric enclosure down around the kiosk

He made sure it was zipped up tight and the lock done when he heard music coming from somewhere. The overheads had been turned off now that the mall proper was closed. Twisting and turning his head, he turned around completely.

The Victoria’s Secret wasn’t closed up like all the rest. Lights still on and music going, not even the metal gate pulled across the door. Yoongi frowned a little, walking hesitantly towards the door. He knew Jimin was closing as he usually did on Tuesday.

But usually he was quick to close up and get out. Probably a girlfriend or a date, Yoongi had reasoned.

Was Jimin still inside? It wasn’t like him to forget to close up. Taking a few steps closer, Yoongi peeked inside, looking around for movement. He didn’t see anything or anyone.

“Uh… Jimin?” he called, breaching that invisible barrier into a domain he had never thought he’d enter. “Hello?”

There wasn’t any response. Yoongi was a little worried. Had Jimin gotten hurt somehow by himself? Was the store robbed and no one noticed?

What if the robber was still there? Yoongi made sure his phone was out and ready to dial the police.

By the time he’d reached the cash wrap at the back of the store, Yoongi hadn’t seen a soul inside. But he was hearing some kind of shuffling noise. It was hard to tell where it was coming from with the music on, but as he moved towards the fitting rooms it got louder.

“Hello?” Yoongi called again. One of the changing stall doors opened and Jimin stumbled out, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes.

“Uh, hi?” Jimin scrambled to tuck his shirt in. “Can I help you?”

Quirking a brow at him, Yoongi motioned towards the open door. “It’s closing time, they’ll lock you in… you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jimin said a little too quickly, his chubby cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. “Just, cleaning up the changing rooms… lost track of time.”

“Oh, right,” Yoongi nodded slowly, his eyes traveling down to Jimin’s arm where a bra strap had fallen off of his shoulder. Yoongi’s brain froze. Jimin was wearing a bra?

Jimin caught on quickly and let out a squeak, quickly righting the strap and looking down at the counter between them. “Um, I- I need to close,” Jimin stammered out.

Yoongi wasn’t a daring man, but fuck if this wasn’t one of those golden opportune moments. How many times had he fantasized about seeing Jimin wearing some of the lingerie he so meticulously displayed?

“Can… I see it?” he asked.

“See what?” Jimin asked in return, his knuckles white from where they were gripping the counter.

“What you’ve got on?” Yoongi asked, unconsciously licking his lips. Jimin’s eyes flicked up to his and the held a heated staring contest for an eternity.

“You… like that kind of thing?” Jimin asked quietly. Yoongi nodded, swallowing the desire back at just the thought. Jimin was hesitant, obviously, but after a moment he slowly reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up.

Pink.

That’s all Yoongi saw was pink and lace and skin.

He’d never gotten so hard so fast.

“Wow,” Yoongi intoned, unable to look away.

“You like it?” Jimin asked and Yoongi nodded dumbly. “I’ve got the panties on to match… want to see?”

Yoongi whined in response and Jimin giggled, he fucking giggled as he slowly undid his slacks to push them off his hips.

Not just pink lacy panties but a garter belt with stockings and poor Yoongi nearly came right there.

“These are my favorite set,” Jimin said, his voice lost in the ether. “They’re so silky, you want to touch?”

“C-can I?” Yoongi asked, choking on his own tongue. Nonetheless, he moved closer, hand up.

“Excuse me?” Jimin said and Yoongi looked up with a frown at him.

“Huh?”

Jimin’s face contorted in a frown. “Excuse me, sir?” the voice that was coming out of him wasn’t the light airy voice he’d heard, but harder, cranky, and much too like the old ladies who bought his candles.

“Excuse me young man are you listening?”

Yoongi shook his head, snapping out of the daydream and blinked at the older lady standing in front of him, holding up a purple candle. “Is this lavender?”

“Uh…” Yoongi glanced towards the Victoria’s Secret, watching Jimin talk with one of his coworkers as he folded pink panties. “No, that’s lilac,” Yoongi said, returning his attention back to his customer.

“Well I want lavender, that’s my favorite scent,” the lady said, staring at him. “Do you have lavender?”

“Sorry I think we’re all out, but lilac is a great scent too,” Yoongi said, shifting in his chair. Hopefully the lavender lady hadn’t noticed his hard on while he’d been sitting there. He didn’t need that talk with Jin again about popping boners at work.

Once was more than enough.

 

Honestly, Yoongi should have expected this to happen. With Jin outing him in front of the group and Taehyung being the guy’s best friend and Hoseok being so damn nosey then he really should have seen it coming.

But he didn’t. He’d just finished with a customer, seeing her off with a bag of votives and a three wick all in the scent of sweet pea (whatever that was). Marking off the sold goods on his inventory sheet he looked up when a shadow sprung up out of the corner of his eye.

“Hi, you’re Yoongi, right?” Jimin and his gorgeous smile and crescent shaped eyes and soft voice were within touching distance of Yoongi.

Of course Yoongi jumped, stumbling back into his chair with a startled shout and nearly brained himself on the corner of the cash register as he went down ass over tea kettle.

Smooth.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jimin was there with an outstretched hand to help Yoongi up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m… yeah I’m fine,” Yoongi said, scrambling back up and nearly colliding his forehead with Jimin’s. This was going spectacularly. “Sorry, hi? What can I do for you?” he said, trying to regain some of this dignity.

Jimin’s soft smile was back and Yoongi glanced at the candles and back at Jimin, confused. Did he want to buy something? Yell at him for staring? What?

“Well, I guess… this is a little weird to say,” Jimin said and Yoongi’s jaw dropped because Jimin was blushing. Why was he blushing? Was he sick? Did he need to go to the hospital? Yoongi’s mind raced as he tried to think of the nearest hospitals and shortest routes and-

“I was wondering if maybe you want to get some coffee?” Jimin said finally meeting Yoongi’s eyes. “On your break?”

Yoongi couldn’t breathe. Well that was a lie, he could, he just didn’t remember how. Jimin was asking him out?

“Coffee.” Yoongi said, pathetically.

“Yeah,” Jimin nodded, that smile as soft and sweet as ever.

“With me.” Yoongi reiterated.

“Uh huh,” Jimin confirmed, his tone expectant and he bit his lower lip, tilting his head to the side.

“Why?”

Someone shoot Yoongi.

Jimin’s smile slipped slightly and he straightened up. “Well, I… Tae and I were talking and he-”

“Whatever Tae says is a lie,” Yoongi said defensively and boy he knew he’d fucked up then. Jimin’s mouth clicked closed and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Oh, I see,” Jimin said, inching back slightly. “Okay, well sorry to bother you then. I thought we could be friends or something, Tae said you and he were good friends and I wanted to get to know you guys.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yoongi could see his chance, his one chance to not be the disaster his friends thought he was slipping through his stupid hands.

“Hey, no wait, I’m sorry, of course,” Yoongi said, wishing there was an undo button for life. “Coffee? Yeah, great, I love coffee, live on the stuff. My break? I can take it now, where’s Jin? Jin!”

“Oh my break isn’t for another half hour,” Jimin said, a hesitant smile back. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure, half hour, that’ll be fine,” Yoongi said, trying to play it cool by leaning against the kiosk, stumbling when it moved. He’d forgotten to lock the casters down again damnit.

“Great, I’ll uh… meet you here I guess,” Jimin said, stepping back slowly. “Nice to meet you Yoongi.”

“You too Jimin,” Yoongi said, forcing a not so panicked smile though it didn’t feel so genuine.

When he was sure Jimin was gone, he sat right down on the floor where he was standing, just looking up at the ceiling. Why was he like this?

“You’re as smooth as sandpaper,” Jin said, coming around from the other side. “Is someone going to have to hold your hand to get through this date?”

“It’s not a date,” Yoongi sighed. “Just friends.”

“Uh huh,” Jin snorted, kicking him in the thigh. “It’s a date, stupid. He hasn’t asked the rest of us to coffee.”

Yoongi made a frustrated groan and flopped over fully onto the floor. “I’m dumb.”

“Yup.”

 

Even if Jin had meant it as a joke, Yoongi was half tempted to ask his boss to actually help him through this break… date thing. He didn’t want to call it a date because it wasn’t. Jimin was an acquaintance, not even a friend yet, and straight to boot.

Relaying this to Jin earned him a confused look. “Yoongi, that kid is straight as a corkscrew. Tae has told me about the wild times he and Jimin have had at the gay club.”

Yoongi paled slightly. “So, he’s gay?”

“Could be bi, pan, don’t know. He likes dick, that’s the only part you need to worry about,” Jin said. “And I know you are worried about that, frankly I’m worried for you too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yoongi scowled at him from over the stock cart. He never understood why they both needed to work, it wasn’t like the kiosk was that big or busy. Maybe Jin was just lonely.

“It means that you’ve been pining over him forever, and before him it was the guy at the build-a-bear, and before that-”

“Yeah, okay, I’ve had a couple of crushes,” Yoong rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean you should be worried about me.”

“I worry about my friends who can’t get laid when they obviously want it,” Jin said. “In the time you’ve worked here I’ve managed to get two boyfriends while you haven’t had one.”

“That’s not fair to compare,” Yoongi laughed. “Namjoon and Jungkook were a two for one deal. You wanted Namjoon’s dick so you got Jungkook’s too.”

“I know,” Jin replied wistfully and Yoongi wanted to throw up a little. At least Jin wasn’t recounting his dates with his two boyfriends to Yoongi anymore, that had been a nightmare inducing two weeks of hearing about what positions they ended up in.

Jin started to say something but he blinked and nodded his head over Yoongi’s shoulder.

Whipping around, he blinked at Jimin who was coming out of his store, fussing with his hair until he noticed Yoongi and dropped his hand. “Hey, ready to go?”

“Uh…” Yoongi forgot how to words. This ethereal creature was gay (or close enough), and had asked him out on a date? And Yoongi had agreed? And now they were going on said date?

“Yes, he’s ready,” Jin said over his shoulder, giving Yoongi a bit of a push.

Yoongi nearly face planted but managed to catch himself before making an even bigger fool of himself in front of Jimin.

“Awesome, let’s go?” Jimin nodded towards the direction of the food court and with leaden feet, Yoongi followed after.

The mall was pretty quiet, but it being a Thursday morning that was expected. It meant that they had to make a little bit of small talk as they went, mostly Jimin talking about something Yoongi was having a hard time listening to over the sounds of angel harps.

Yoongi knew he had it bad, but he hadn’t thought it was this bad. He found himself just staring at Jimin as they walked and he talked, nearly running into people and inanimate objects alike.

It’s a wonder he made it to the coffee shop without hurting himself.

By the time they had their drinks and sat down, Yoongi had lost a bit of the anxiousness he had felt. It helped that Jimin was pretty easy to talk to and didn’t seem to mind that Yoongi was nervously stammering whenever he responded.

“So how long have you worked at that shop?” Jimin asked, his hands curled around his plastic cup. Yoongi had been too out of it to listen to what Jimin had ordered, but it looked sugary and sweet with lots of chocolate and whipped cream.

“Uh, a year or so,” Yoongi said, actively focusing on how long it took him to answer. He didn’t want to come off as that big of a weirdo.

“Cool, I love the candles you guys sell,” Jimin said. “I bought a few on my first day, the ones that are blue with the glittery bits?”

“Oh, yeah, the ice frost, that’s a good scent,” Yoongi nodded, taking the topic of candles and latching onto it. “It’s a winter scent and it’s pretty popular, they bring it back every year. I guess you got it when it was still winter.”

“Yeah, I started as Christmas stock help and they liked me so, here I am,” Jimin chuckled. “I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I do but it’s been a lot of fun. The girls are so nice.”

Yoongi’s brain stuttered over what Jimin had said and he looked down at his hands again. “The girls?” he asked, innocently.

“The other girls at the shop,” Jimin explained, though it didn’t make Yoongi feel that much better. “I was real worried they’d have a problem with a guy working with them, but they’ve been really great.”

“Well, yeah, look at you,” Yoongi said, kicking himself repeatedly. “I mean, you’re kind of eye candy for the store right?”

It had been said in jest, but Yoongi still had a few things to learn about humor.

“I guess so?” Jimin made a face, his brow scrunching and lips pursing. “I’d like to think it’s because I’m a good worker and not because of my looks. I’m not really the kind of guy most girls go for.”

“Well that’s a lie,” Yoongi said, coming to Jimin’s defense, unasked for. “You’re hot, you’ve got a nice body, and your smile is killer.” Who was this and what had they done with Yoongi?”

“You think I’m hot?” Jimin’s expression was hard to read, but by his lifted brows and set jaw, Yoongi was pretty sure he’d fucked up.

“I… to a girl, I’m sure,” Yoongi replied, backtracking, stumbling over his own shoes and falling face first in mud. “Girls like that kind of shy masculine guy right?”

“I think that’s kind of subjective,” Jimin said, sipping at his drink through his straw. He’d leaned back slightly in his chair and Yoongi knew discomfort when he saw it.

“So why do you even work there?” Yoongi asked, wading even further into the shit. Might as well roll in it.

“I needed a job and applied at every store in the mall,” Jimin said. “They’re the ones that called me back.”

“But you’ve been there a while, do you… like that kind of thing?” Yoongi asked.

Jimin set his drink down and crossed his arms, looking at Yoongi like a cat toying with a mouse. “Do I like women’s lingerie? I guess, it’s easy to sell and pays my rent.”

“Oh I… that’s-” Yoongi looked at Jimin helplessly. This wasn’t going well by the way Jimin was looking up at the clock. “I thought you were straight,” he said finally and Jimin’s head whipped back around to look at him, wide eyed.

“I’m sorry, you what?” Jimin let out a high pitched nervous laugh. “Why would you think that?”

“Well why not? A guy working in a bra shop, talking to women all day, looking at… that all day,” Yoongi said, trying to figure out what he was getting at. “And the flirting…”

“Flirting? You think I’m flirting with the customers?” Jimin’s smile slipped and Yoongi was really hating himself everytime that happened because of him. “That’s… really wrong. Even if I was straight I would never.”

Yoongi latched onto that last phrase like a lifeline to haul himself back into Jimin’s good graces. He hoped.

“So you’re not straight,” he confirmed.

“No, not straight,” Jimin said, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk. “What you call flirting, I call good customer service.”

“Oh, right,” Yoongi intoned. “Okay,” he scooted forward and leaned slightly over the table. “Have you ever… you know… tried them on?” he asked, his voice dropping low.

Jimin’s expression soured. “That’s not… we shouldn’t talk about this,” Jimin said. “My break’s almost over anyway.” He shot up out of his chair so fast and headed to the door, not waiting on Yoongi.

Yoongi just stared after him, unable to find his voice again.

Okay, Yoongi was officially the dumbest man alive.

 

 

“No, really, what’s wrong with you?” Hoseok asked, frowning at Yoongi who had his head down on top of the counter of the juice bar.

“I don’t even know,” Yoongi groaned, hands over the back of his head. “It’s like I couldn’t shut up.”

“You’re supposed to save the kink talk until like the third date,” Hoseok said, setting a strawberry smoothie in front of Yoongi. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Besides quit my job and live on the streets? Wallow in misery for being the biggest dumb ass,” Yoongi said, lifting his head to look at Hoseok pitifully. “What other option do I have?”

“For one, apologize for being an ass, and two, don’t be an ass,” Hoseok said. “Are you going to just give up after one bad conversation?”

“Yes? He thinks I’m a freak now,” Yoongi grumbled into the smoothie as he sipped at it. Technically he was back at work but Jin had kicked his ass away so Jimin didn’t have to look at his sorry self.

Hoseok snorted at him. “My friend, you are a freak, but a loveable one when you’re not being an idiot.”

“Gee, thanks,” Yoongi sniffed. A stray scent caught his attention and he sniffed again, leaning closer to Hoseok over the bar. “You smell like patchouli.”

“Do I?” Hoseok feigned innocence, batting eyes at him. “That’s odd.”

Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi sniffed again. Yeah, that was definitely patchouli. “Do not tell me you and Taehyung,” he groaned, smacking his forehead. “Did you even shower dude?”

“Hey, keep it down,” Hoseok hissed. “It’s not like that, we were just… you know, having a quick make out, maybe a little hands in the pants action. Nothing big.”

“You were doing that here?!” Yoongi eyed his drink warily. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“Fountain’s right over there if you can’t make it to the bathroom,” Hoseok laughed. “But contemplate what it means that I’m getting action and you’re not my friend. Then go apologize and be less of a weirdo.”

Grumbling to himself, Yoongi got up and trudged away back to the candle kiosk. He didn’t care if Jin was going to murder him, he needed to catch Jimin’s attention and apologize. Hoseok was right, he was ridiculous.

As luck would have it, Jimin was changing out the display graphics on the menu board in front of the door. He noticed Yoongi walking towards him and straightened up.

“Yoongi-”

“Jimin-”

The both started and stopped staring at each other before Yoongi motioned for him to go first.

“I’m sorry for just bolting like that,” Jimin said in chagrin. “You caught me by surprise.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I’m sorry I even- I shouldn’t have asked,” Yoongi said. “I’m not really good at talking to people and I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“Well-”

“Jimin, we need you on a register,” a coworker called from inside. Jimin sighed a little, nodding to the girl before looking back at Yoongi.

“You’re closing right? We can talk then, meet me inside, I’m closing by myself tonight,” Jimin said.

“Uh, yeah, okay,” Yoongi nodded a little. “I’ll see you then.”

“Great,” Jimin’s smile returned and he disappeared back inside, leaving Yoongi standing there like an idiot.

 

Sometime after lunch, Yoongi began to question what day it was. He was pretty sure it was Thursday. On Thursdays the pretzel place gave away the pretzel bites as their offering to the consumer gods and Yoongi had partook in the salty goodness. So it had to be Thursday.

But if it was Thursday, then why was Jimin in the window? Jimin never changed out displays on Thursday. Yoongi was staring in confusion for once instead of the usual pining, trying to figure out this conundrum.
The idea that Jimin was messing with him didn’t hit him until a few minutes in when Jimin looked over his shoulder after he’d stripped the mannequin of it’s corset and gave Yoongi a wink.

He winked. He fucking winked.

Yoongi felt the heat rising from his toes up to his forehead because Jimin’s black button up wasn’t completely buttoned up and when he bent low to fish out something from a box Yoongi swore he saw a yellow something under his shirt.

Turning on heel, Yoongi marched up to Jin who was doing paperwork and pinched him.

“Ow! Yoongi, what the fuck?” Jin reeled back and smacked Yoongi on the arm. “What was that for?”

“Making sure I wasn’t daydreaming,” Yoongi said, wincing from the hit.

“You’re supposed to pinch yourself asshole,” Jin retorted. “You pinch me again and you’re fired.”

“You can’t fire me,” Yoongi sniffed, but turned back around to park himself in a way that looked like he was doing work but still see the window.

Jimin didn’t seem fazed by Yoongi, giving him a small smile when he noticed Yoongi was watching again. What was he doing?

Yoongi watched Jimin bend down to the ground, messing with some of the electrical outlets behind the dais in the window. Whatever he was doing he was having trouble and knelt down, lowering his head and his ass went up-

Eyes widening, Yoongi choked a little. Jimin was flirting? He had to be. His back was arched and he was stretched out like a kitten before slowly getting back up. Did he really need to run his hand up his thigh like that?

Did he have to turn his back on Yoongi, making as if to stretch out his back with his hands on his ass and give those cheeks a little squeeze?

Yoongi was in trouble. Big trouble. He glanced down briefly at himself. Well, half hard trouble anyway. If Jimin kept this up then Yoongi would be too; up that is.

Staring transfixed, Yoongi pressed himself up against the corner of the kiosk, idly swiffering the candles. He couldn’t believe Jimin was doing this for the whole mall to see. Granted, it was pretty dead for a Thursday, Yoongi hadn’t sold a candle yet.

Jimin had pulled over a ladder to change the hanging graphics, his arms stretched up over his head and his button up lifting to reveal his tan back and the rise of his ass. Oh, and the yellow thong he was wearing.

From that distance, Yoongi couldn’t tell much about it, other than it was a pale yellow band and sliver V of fabric that disappeared into his pants. Yoongi desperately needed to know what the rest of those panties looked like.

He barely noticed that Jimin had climbed down from the ladder until he was back with the mannequins. Jimin peeked out at Yoongi again, flashing a coy smile. What was he going to do now?

Keeping his eyes locked on Yoongi’s, Jimin backed up a little into the corner of the window, hidden from sight from pretty much everyone. Everyone except Yoongi. Jimin’s bottom lip was between his teeth and he leaned up against the back wall of the enclosed window.

His hands pressed up against his belly and slid upward, the shirt bunching up as more of Jimin’s skin was revealed. Tan skin, barely there ab muscles and the tiniest waist Yoongi had ever seen.

One hand kept the shirt up while the other popped open the button on his pants. Yoongi’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets and he looked around, verifying no one else could see this.

When he looked back, Jimin had the zipper down and the slacks where low on his hips, the pale yellow panties visible. Jimin turned around, arching his back and the slacks slipped further off his hips so his ass and thong were visible.

Yoongi’s fingers curled so tight around the handle of the swiffer that it snapped in his hand. It startled him enough to look down at it, unclenching his fingers to let the broken plastic fall from his palm.

He’d only looked down for a second but when he looked back up, Jimin had his pants back up and shirt tucked in, working diligently to finish refitting the mannequins. He didn’t look at Yoongi until he was done, the smirk back before leaving the window and closing the door behind him.

Swallowing thickly, Yoongi thumped his head against the corner of the kiosk and looked down at one of the candles below him. Fitting it was blue.

“Jin, I need to take a break.”

 

The rest of Yoongi’s day went slower than a turtle and it was all Jimin’s fault. He hadn’t seen the little exhibitionist since the time in the window, probably busy with actual work. Yoongi wasn’t busy, though Jin was doing his best to keep him on task.

There wasn’t that much to do other than straighten candles that had been straightened ten times already. Jin had tried to send Yoongi home, but that had been met with flat out refusal to Jin knocked off early instead.

Just as well, Yoongi was getting tired of the weird looks he’d been getting from his boss all day.

There was a small rush of customers just before close which helped Yoongi not stare at the clock, and he hurried through his closing duties once the mall proper was closed.

Yoongi didn’t like being anxious. Especially since he had no idea what to expect. Jimin… was a mystery. He thought he’d had the other man pegged just yesterday. Obviously, as with a lot of things, Yoongi had been wrong.

So, the question now was, what the hell was Jimin planning to do after close?

It was eerily like his daydream from the other day when he’d locked up the kiosk and turned to the open shop doors. The other girls had left a while ago and every other store on that floor was closed. Running a hand through his hair, Yoongi walked into the shop.

Seeing something you’d seen for days on end but from a different angle was weird. Yoongi had never been inside the store, but he knew each section intimately from just staring into the front door. It still looked weird from inside.

The smell was also a lot stronger. The perfumed air was heavenly and Yoongi could probably smell that for the rest of his life and be happy.

Making it to the back of the store, he frowned a little when he didn’t see Jimin. His eyes went to the fitting room from his imaginings. No, Jimin wouldn’t be in there. Couldn’t be. Right?

Before he’d made up his mind to check, Jimin came out of the back stock room, startling slightly when he saw Yoongi standing there. “Oh, hey, you’re earlier than I thought,” Jimin said, closing the door behind him.

“I am? Sorry, I can go back out and wait,” Yoongi said, proud of himself for not stuttering. Yet.

“No, you’re fine,” Jimin said, motioning for him to take a seat in one of the plush chairs. “I’m gonna go lock up, wait here.”

Yoongi took his seat as told, watching Jimin walk back up to the front, closing the front glass door and pulling the metal gate across. He also closed the shutters on the windows. Yoongi didn’t know those actually worked since he’d never seen them closed before.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I asked you to meet me here huh?” Jimin said when he came back, his steps slow and measured.

“Um, yeah, a little?” Yoongi nodded sitting up. “If this is… about before? I’m really sorry.”

“Ask me again,” Jimin said, stopping just in front of him.

“Ask… again?” Yoongi repeated, his brain felt like an unpopped balloon. “What about… oh, you mean ask you again if you’ve ever tried on…?” he made a flappy motion at the nearby display of bras and garter belts.

“You know, that’s not really something you ask someone in the middle of a coffee shop,” Jimin said, toying with the button on his button up. “When you know that there’s other mall employees around, listening.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure what to say, his gaze stuck on how Jimin was slowly unbuttoning his top. “Um, yeah, sorry… I’m dumb sometimes?”

“I’ve heard...” Jimin was saying something as his fingers moved on to the third button. His shirt was starting to sag at the open collar and Yoongi could feel his heart pounding. Flashes of yellow had caught his interest.

“That I’m dumb?” Yoongi said, though he missed something Jimin had said, entranced by the slow reveal of skin.

“No, I heard that you like me,” Jimin said. “Though I kind of figured it out a while ago. You like to watch me in the window, and if the drool was anything to go by, you really like to watch me.”

Jimin moved forward, pressing a knee into the couch and hoisting his leg over to sit in Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, and it took far more effort that he liked to move his eyes from Jimin’s sternum up to his face.

“You’re hot,” Yoongi said dumbly and Jimin chuckled.

“You know, I may have had a bit of a crush on you too,” Jimin said. He’d finished unbuttoning his shirt and with a shake of his shoulders the polo slid off, revealing the yellow lace cami underneath.

Yoongi was pretty sure his brain just broke. Gorgeous skin wrapped in yellow lace and god did he want to touch. “You did?” he whispered when he remembered that he could in fact talk and Jimin probably wanted a response.

“Why do you think I changed out the displays every week?” Jimin said, leaning forward to bracket Yoongi’s head with his arms, hands against the wall. “I keep asking my boss to let me do it.”

“At first I wasn’t sure if it was me or the underwear you were oogling,” Jimin said, tilting his head. “Not until Tae came and told me about your huge crush on me.”

“I…” Yoongi was incapable of rational thought because Jimin’s hips had slid forward and now his groin was being crushed by the hottest man he’d ever met.

“Ask me again,” Jimin whispered and mercifully pulled back so Yoongi could remember his own name.

“Do… do I need to?” Yoongi replied, looking down at the cami. “Fuck…”

“Later,” Jimin hummed. “If you ask the question.”

Oh. OH. Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly. “Do… you try any of these on?”

“I love to,” Jimin grinned wickedly. “You want me to show you what we just got in that I’ve been dying to try on?”

How the hell could Yoongi say no to that? “Yes,” he whimpered.

Nose crinkling n amusement, Jimin hopped up off Yoongi’s lap. Jimin made a bit of a show unbuttoning his slacks as he walked away, hips swaying and pushing the painted on material down his legs. Once again Yoongi got a good view of that ass.

And it was the nicest ass he’d ever seen. “Fuck,” he groaned, adjusting himself in his seat. Jimin threw a coy smile back over his shoulder before disappearing into the fitting room.

Once out of sight, Yoongi melted into the couch cushions. Was this really happening? This wasn’t another daydream right? No old lady was going to jump out at him?

God he hoped not.

When he heard the door to the fitting room open again, Yoongi sat up straight, looking towards the door with wide eyes. Jimin had a black silk robe on, but Yoongi could see the black stockings and oh, that was nice.

“Glad to see you’re still there,” Jimin said, walking towards him, holding the robe closed.

“I… wouldn’t be anywhere else right now,” Yoongi said, mouth going dry.

Jimin tilted his head slightly, biting his lower lip. “So, it was just me you were ogling in the window then?”
Letting out a nervous laugh, Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. “No, I um, may have been imagining you in these things,” he said timidly. “Couple of fantasies, you know?”

“Fantasies?” Jimin looked intrigued. “Is this fulfilling a fantasy for you right now? Me giving you a bit of a show in the store?”

Yoongi nodded slowly. “You have no idea.”

“Well, I hope this lives up to the fantasy,” Jimin said, opening the robe and letting it fall from his shoulders.

Yoongi wasn’t sure how much wider his eyes could get.

Jimin couldn’t be any more delectable if he tried. Black lace halter held together by the choker around his neck was one thing, but the lace garter tied with ribbons around and around his waist holding up the stockings.

Not to mention the lace panties that left little to the imagination. It was more than just an outline he could see trapped behind the mesh.

“Oh shit,” Yoongi breathed. “That… that looks good on you.”

“Feels good too,” Jimin said, running hands over the material until his fingers caught one of the ribbon ties to the panties. “You know how it might look even better?”

“How?” Yoongi asked, scooting forward, closer, willing himself not to touch.

“On the floor.”

Yoongi felt a small pang of jealousy when Jimin untied the panties and let them fall. He’d wanted to do that. It was quickly forgotten as were his manners as he reached for Jimin’s hips to bring him down and back onto his lap.

“Fuck, Jimin,” Yoongi almost growled, looking down at the lacy and Jimin’s skin. “This isn’t a dream right?”

“No honey, this is definitely real,” Jimin laughed softly in reply. Yoongi hadn’t been paying attention to where his hands were going and he gasped when he felt Jimin opening up his pants. His hand reached in and pulled out Yoongi’s length, giving it a few tugs.

“Feel that?”

Yoongi didn’t mean to grip Jimin’s hips so hard but he needed something to ground himself b the sudden atack. “Oh, fuck, fuck, yes,” he wheezed, curling in on himself slightly.

“You know how often I’ve fantasized about bringing you in here and tearing your clothes off?” Jimin said, pressing their foreheads together.

“Probably not as often as I have,” Yoongi replied, his eyes centered on Jimin’s lips. He leaned forward and caught those plush, beautiful lips into a kiss and he nearly came right there at how good of a kisser Jimin was.

If Yoongi had had any blood left in his brain he would have taken a second to maybe get Jimin out of the very beautiful, very expensive lingerie but he really couldn’t think beyond where his mouth and dick wanted to be.

He liked the feel of the lace under his fingers, the silkiness of the ribbons of the garter and the slightly rough texture of the stockings. He tugged on the halter , pulling back from the kiss to attack at Jimin’s sternum and chest.

He could hear the fabric tearing as he tugged a little too hard but he was a man on a mission and his reward was his mouth closing over Jimin’s nipple.

With the remnants of the halter brushed away, Yoongi’s hands were free to run up and down Jimin’s back. He could feel the vibrations of Jimin’s pleased hums through his lips and fingertips.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whined breathlessly, fingers clawing at Yoongi’s shirt. “Yoongi please.”

Yoongi didn’t really want to break off but Jimin’s whines were getting him even harder and he needed to feel more of Jimin’s skin against his. Twisting and dumping Jimin onto the couch, Yoongi sat up to pull his shirt up and off.

He really wasn’t that ashamed of his body, though he felt scrawny compared to Jimin’s physique. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” Yoongi said, working on getting his pants off.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Jimin grinned a little breathlessly. His eyes were dark and was drinking in everything as Yoongi finally got his pants and underwear off. “Yoongi, I want you to fuck me.”

While Yoongi was sure something was going to happen, he stilled slightly as he got between Jimin’s knees, lips pressing a kiss to the stockinged thigh. “... You sure?” he asked.

“Very,” Jimin nodded, reaching in between the couch cushions and pulling out a bottle and square foil. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

Yoongi was eager, very eager, but hesitant as he reached for the items. He wasn’t one for meet and fucks (though the online games were fun), or one night stands. “Okay but… what about…”

“Yoongi, I swear we will talk afterward, but if you don’t put your dick in me soon I am going to explode,” Jimin said, his tone serious. “I like you, a lot, now fuck me.”

Yoongi decided it was best just to give the man what he wanted, or he’d probably hit Yoongi over the head or something.

Despite his label as a disaster, Yoongi just wasn’t confident in himself as a person to date. Romantic things went over his head and hot guys were just out of his league normally.

But sex? And making a partner feel good? Yoongi knew how to do that.

Spreading Jimin’s legs a little wider, Yoongi leaned down to give him another kiss, slow and languid as he kneaded Jimin’s thighs. He could feel by the way Jimin’s legs were trembling how impatient he was getting.

He kissed his way down Jimin’s cheeks and neck. Down his chest to his belly, skipping over the hard length against his belly to nip at his hip bone.

“Fuck Yoongi, get on with it,” Jimin whined, no force to his tone, too caught up in the anticipation to be demanding.

Smirking against his skin, Yoongi bit at the top of his thigh before pulling back again. Slicking up his fingers, he hitched one of Jimin’s legs over his shoulder as the fingers found their mark and slipped inside.

Yoongi watched Jimin’s facial expression, every twitch and grimace as he was stretched open. The soft little whines that emanated from in his throat to the puffed out gasps between parted lips.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whispered, back arching slightly as another finger was slid in beside the first and it wasn’t long after the third that Jimin was crying out his name over.

It had not been easy to watch all of this without releasing too early but Yoongi had managed to hang on. He didn’t let Jimin wait empty for too long, wrapping his length and slicking himself up.

“Hands and knees,” Yoongi said, helping Jimin slowly roll on the narrow couch to lean on the armrest, ass up. Yoongi squeezed Jimin’s ass a couple of times, groaning at the heaven that awaited him.

“Yoongi, please,” Jimin looked over his shoulder, eyes dark and glassy.

Shuffling forward on his knees, he lined himself up and pressed in, eyes fluttering at the tight heat. Yoongi wished there was a word beyond heaven to describe the feeling ash e bottomed out, holding tight to Jimin’s hips.

Euphoria? Nirvana? Fuck, nothing came close to describing it. If Jimin’s cries were anything to go by, he was having the same trouble.

Easing in and out slowly, Yoongi lost himself in the sensations, taking Jimin’s cues to go faster, harder, slower, whatever he needed. This wasn’t about him getting off, this was about making Jimin feel good.

He wanted Jimin to be blissed out, to never desire anyone else ever again. He wanted Jimin to be his.

“Yoongi, oh god,” Jimin’s head rolled from side to side, groaning and crying from each hard thrust. “So good Yoongi, oh fuck I knew you’d be good.”

“Glad I don’t disappoint,” Yoongi grunted, tightening his grip on Jimin with one hand, smoothing his hand up and down the Jimin’s back with the other. “Fuck you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

When Jimin couldn’t form words anymore to respond, Yoongi leaned forward to drape himself over Jimin’s back. The angle was deeper, the thrusts slower, but this way Yoongi could wrap his arms tight around Jimin’s waist and hold him. It was intimate, and close.

Yoongi could feel every tremor of Jimin’s body, hear his ragged gasps in his ear.

“Yoongi I’m… I’m close,” Jimin whimpered. Pressing light kisses to Jimin’s shoulder, Yoongi reached one hand down to grasp his cock, stroking it double time to his slow thrusts.

The duality of the sensations was too much for Jimin and he was coming within a few strokes, his whole body seizing. His breath stopped in his chest and his back arched. Yoongi kissed down the expanse of his back until he was sitting up again.

Jimin was gone, arms splayed out to the side groaning the harsh thrusts as Yoongi pounded into him. The overstimulation had Jimin sobbing and with that Yoongi’s thrusts became erratic.

Yoongi came with a low growl, snapping his hips in deep, long thrusts until he was through it.

Taking slow deep breaths, Yoongi gently rubbed Jimin’s back and sides as they came down. Jimin was twitching every so often, aftershocks of the orgasm still working its way through his system.

Easing out, he helped Jimin get to laying on his side and he couldn’t help but smile at the fucked out look on Jimin’s face. “You good?” he asked, brushing a hand through Jimin’s toussled hair.

“Fuck yes.”

As much as Yoongi just wanted to curl up with him on that couch and fall asleep, they definitely needed to clean up. Least of which the stain on the cushion.

It took a few minutes to get Jimin up and in a condition where he could move but between the two of them they dressed and cleaned up the remnants of their fun.

And it had definitely been fun.

But neither of them talked while doing so. Yoongi kept glancing over to Jimin, trying to riddle out what his facial expressions meant but Jimin was hard to read.

With no trace left of what had happened, Yoongi stood awkwardly as Jimin grabbed his things to go. They didn’t talk even as they left the store, taking the back hallways to the parking lot.

“So, I guess we should talk about this?” Yoongi said having walked Jimin to his car.

“Is there anything to really talk about?” Jimin replied. “It was fun.”

“Yeah, yeah it was,” Yoongi nodded, feeling his heart in his throat. “But, is that all it was?”

Jimin was looking at anywhere but Yoongi, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Well, yeah? I mean, I get it, it was just a wish fulfillment thing.”

Yoongi blinked a few times hearing that. “Is that what you think I was after?”

“It’s okay, you’re not the first guy who’s imagined fucking someone in a lingerie store,” Jimin said. “Not even the first guy I’ve met.”

A cold chill went up Yoongi’s spine. “Oh, so you do this a lot then?”

“No, I’ve never-” Jimin crossed his arms and stood up at his full height. “Look you don’t have to act like we’re anything.”

“Jimin, I’m not sure where you’re getting this idea that all I wanted was a quick fuck,” Yoongi said, placing a hand on Jimin’s arm. “I like you, not just because you’re hot as hell in a garter belt.”

Jimin’s eyes flickered to Yoongi’s, judging him and his words.

“I’m not good at this whole dating thing, but I really like you,” Yoongi said. “I want to date you, take you out to a nice place to eat or see a movie or walk in a park and all that other sappy shit.”

It was long pregnant moment before Jimin let out a sigh and dropped his arms to his sides. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah, I really mean that,” Yoongi said, uirking a small smile at him. “Why else would I have been such an absolutely asshole disaster?”

“I figured you were just an asshole,” Jimin said with a small laugh. “But you were cute and… really hot.”

“Dependson who you ask, but I can be an ass still,” Yoongi said, sliding his hand down to take Jimin’s. “How about we go get some coffee or something?”

Jimin hummed in thought at that, his fingers lacing together with Yoongi’s. “Or we can go back to my place, take showers, and make some coffee there?”

Lips curling upwards in a true smile, Yoongi nodded. “Yeah, long as you make good coffee.”

“Oh, I don’t have a coffee maker,” Jimin said, the coy smile returning. “But I’m sure we can find something to keep us awake.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at that and he tugged Jimin in close for a kiss. “Yeah, I’m sure we can. And maybe have a real talk.”

“Yeah, we can talk about how you’re going to repay me for ruining my favorite new halter,” Jimin cheeked.

“Shit, I was hoping you’d forgotten about that,” Yoongi said. “You take payments?”

“I’m sure we can come up with an arrangement,” Jimin hummed, sliding his arm around Yoongi’s neck and kissing him again. “Might involve you with your hands tied behind your back so you can’t rip any more of my pretty pieces.”

Yoongi made a low gutteral whine just at the thought. All of it. “I think we can work with that.”

“Good, otherwise it’d be cash up front,” Jimin said, and by his expression, Yoongi was pretty sure he wasn’t kidding. Yoongi didn’t even want to know how expensive that had been.

“Where’d my disaster of a best friend go?” Hoseok asked, scowling at the couple sitting at the juice bar in front of him.

“He’s not a disaster,” Jimin said, leaning into Yoongi’s shoulder. “Not where it matters anyway.”

“Ew, I don’t need to hear that,” Hoseok made a face. “But uh, good for you I guess.”

“Yup, good for me,” Yoongi said, his arm going around Jimin’s waist and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Very, very good for me.”