“how come i have to wear the dress?” jimin grumbles, wiggling his hips to swish the hem of the white, haltered marilyn monroe style dress he’s wearing.

“because you’re pretty,” jeongguk replies absentmindedly, attention focused on the math assignment he needs to complete and turn in by tomorrow morning. “now take it as a compliment and hush.”

“but i have abs,” jimin whines, tugging on the skirt to make it go lower.

“irrelevant. you’re still the prettiest.”

the indignity!

so rude!

“disrespect,” jimin pouts, giving up on trying to lengthen the dress and flopping down on the small couch in a huff.

jeongguk finally glances up and shoots his hyung a sympathetic look.

jimin is staring straight ahead, glaring daggers into the wall as he mumbles a nonstop stream of what sounds like incoherent death threats.

placing his pencil down in between the pages of his notebook, jeongguk glances around the dressing room to check that everyone is still gone, the other members and staff having left for the cafeteria downstairs to grab a bite to eat.

once he’s certain that they’re all alone, jeongguk pushes himself away from the vanity desk, making his way towards the sofa where jimin is still sulking.

“come on hyung,” jeongguk slides his fingers into jimin’s, pulling the elder onto his feet. “let’s go.”

“no,” jimin mumbles petulantly, but he allows jeongguk to guide him away towards the other side of the dressing room anyways.

jimin would rather die than to admit he’s rather mildly interested.

he’s trying to be nonchalant here.

oh but he’s very mildly interested.

so damn mildly interested.

even more so goddamn interested when jeongguk shoves him down onto the toilet in their private bathroom, checking that the door is locked indeed, before falling to his knees in between jimin’s open legs.

yeah, interested.

“jeongguk, what are you doing?” jimin’s voice quivers just a bit as the maknae slides his hand up the inside of his thigh, thumb rubbing little circles just beneath  the hem of the dress.

“trying to show you how nice and convenient dresses could be,” jeongguk smiles, gently grabbing jimin’s chin with his free hand and guiding him down for a kiss.

but the other hand is doing some pretty distracting things, and jimin can’t really concentrate, his eyes fluttering shut and breaths stuttering as jeongguk’s hand slips higher up jimin’s thigh.

with a final nip to jimin’s lower lip, jeongguk pulls away, jimin subconsciously moving forward with him.

jeongguk grins, tracing his thumb along jimin’s cheek before returning his attention back to the dress.

“see look,” jeongguk’s hand massages it’s way up to the hem of jimin’s boxers, fingering a piece of loose thread hanging off the edge. “easy access, huh?”

“what?” jimin breathes distractedly, sucking in sharply when jeongguk palms the growing bulge straining behind the fabric.

“easy,” jeongguk rubs slow circles with his palm, jimin gripping the toilet so hard, his knuckles are turning white.

jimin’s head drops forward, and jeongguk gently nudges their foreheards together.

“see? dresses can be fun, yeah?” jeongguk whispers, and jimin nods unwillingly.

“yeah, shit, fuck,” jimin is having a hard time stringing two words together to form a coherent sentence with the way jeongguk is touching him like that.

“language, hyung,” jeongguk pulls his hand away, and jimin whines in objection. “here, lift yourself a bit,” jeongguk helps jimin shimmy out of his boxers, pushing it down between jimin’s ankles and hiking the skirt up to his hips.

jeongguk wraps his hand around the base of jimin’s cock, smiling at the small grimace of anticipation wrinkling his hyung’s face. he gives a few experimental pumps, enjoying the way jimin squirms under his touch, before licking a fat stripe along the underside and pushing in the head between his parted lips.

jimin’s breathing becomes quick and erratic, in sync with the pace jeongguk begins to work up to as he tightens his lips and bobs his head up and down in a rapid pace, making quick work because they’re on a time crunch.

“shit, faster,” jimin moans, his hands traveling into jeongguk’s hair, gripping hard enough to yank out a few strands. but the pain only spurs the younger on to move faster.

jimin thrusts his hips, fucking into jeongguk’s mouth as the vulgar sound of wet skin and harsh panting echoes off the bathroom tiles.

jeongguk can tell jimin is close, can feel it in the desperate way he pushes his hips,  repeatedly hitting the back of jeongguk’s throat as the younger relaxes his muscles to allow the further intrusion.

and he swallows it all down when jimin eventually comes, the bitter salty taste coating his throat as it slides down hot and thick.

“so how do you feel about the dress now?” jeongguk asks in a raspy voice, tilting his head up as jimin cups his cheeks and draws him into a kiss.

“i guess it’s not that bad,” jimin concedes grudgingly when he pulls away, wrinkling his nose because this is still so unmanly.

but he thinks he can see the fun in maybe wearing one in private, away from prying eyes, with jeongguk as the only audience.

“okay, good. i have homework to finish. so let’s get back outside before the others come back and notice we’re missing.”

–

jimin goes through the rest of the performance in a lovely haze, a silly shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he shimmies and swivels his hips across the stage in a flaunting manner.

and jeongguk’s eyes remain trained on the way jimin’s pale thighs glow under the brilliant stage lights, getting creative with all the other fun things they could do now that jimin isn’t as averse to the idea of dressing in women’s clothing.