[Summary] 🔞

Sure, it's Halloween, but Seokjin doesn't expect to walk in on the Park Jimin wearing a sexy maid costume. Maybe that's what he gets for barging into the younger's room unannounced.

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Seokjin woke up nearly in the afternoon, not really thinking about today's plan until he was standing in the shower, hot water splashing over his body and random thoughts on his mind.

Tomorrow would be Halloween, so this evening, he and the boys would take photos and record a dance practice— and whatever else it was that they were scheduled for.

So later, after all of that was done and their late schedule was finally over with, some of them decided to stay at the building to work even more. Seokjin wasn't sure who stayed and who didn't, but he went back to their home. Sure, he slept late, but he was still exhausted and there was no way he was staying around any later than he already had.

He took a while preparing for bed. Extra time washing his face, skincare, getting his pajamas ready to be worn. Usually he doesn't spend so much time, but he felt extra clean and refreshed before walking back to his bed.

There was only one problem with his plan to sleep early: his damn charger.

He sighs upon realizing that his phone charger is missing yet again. Namjoon and Jimin keep stealing it from him, and they have their own! They keep losing theirs and then stealing his to use instead. It's never fair, especially since he had even bought them both a charger to keep them away. It had become a joke, but now it's just irritating.

But here he is again.

Charger-less.

He knew for a fact that Namjoon was still at the company building, so he instead got out of bed to make his way to Jimin and Hoseok's shared room, going to interrogate there instead.

"Jimin-ah." He opened the door, ready to complain about the loss of his charger. "Did you take my—"

And just like that, he stops himself.

Jimin's wide eyes meet his and his eyebrows are raised as well, shocked, but Seokjin's eyes wander lower, such an unpredictable sight in front of him now.

Jimin was wearing a maid costume.

A fluffed, ruffled-out black dress, too short to hide much, with a little white waist apron wrapped around his tiny waist, which only made the dress give him such jaw-dropping hourglass shape. So pretty.

And lace. There was white lace on the dress, yeah, but Jimin had on thigh-high socks, white, with lace lined against the top of it. And ribbon as well. White ribbon flowed down Jimin's back from the white maid hat, traced so beautifully down his body.

He had a few sets of black shoes set out in front of him as if he was choosing which ones to wear, and Seokjin had just walked in on this without a warning or anything.

Jimin was embarrassed, with the way he backed up against his bed and tugged down on the front of the dress, head dropping.

"W-What?" the younger asks, voice small, and Seokjin could tell he was blushing by the way he hid it. Hell, he was blushing too.

He never knew he'd want to see Jimin in such an outfit, but it fits so well and it was no joke. No fan service, no prank for the boys to see, or for anyone else to see. Hell, Seokjin wasn't even supposed to see it.

"Jimin..."

The younger hides his face in his hands. "Why are you in here? You weren't supposed to see this, hyung." Seokjin takes a step forward, but Jimin steps back, so he stops himself.

"Jimin-ah, it looks good. Is it a Halloween costume or something?"

Jimin frowns. "Sort of." He picks at the apron shyly, which only makes him look more delicate. Adorable. "It was on sale so I bought it to try on."

It was on sale. So naturally, Jimin must buy it? How many other things had he bought without anyone knowing about it? Or is Seokjin the only one who didn't know? Maybe Hoseok knew and didn't mention it. Maybe it was only him who had been hidden away from such knowledge.

A warning would've been nice before Seokjin walked in, but then again, he should've warned Jimin before he walked in. It's his fault. At the same time, it's Jimin's sexy maid costume's fault for his mouth becoming dry and brain melting like butter— hah.

"Don't be so embarrassed," he speaks again with his dry voice, this time earning a pout in return. "You look really good in it. I promise you do. Honestly."

It goes silent for a moment, but then Jimin turns to the few pairs of shoes he had picked out. "Will you... help me choose?" He sits on the edge of his bed, pointing his foot outward so the older could see. "I don't know which shoes to wear with it."

Seokjin's feet carry him forward without hesitation, giving him no time to think.

Jimin pulls the lower part of the dress over his lap and waits, and Seokjin picks the second black pair of shoes, kneeling in front of the younger and taking his foot, presenting the first shoe to him. Jimin doesn't question it, only lets Seokjin help him into his shoes.

Seokjin gets up to admire the fit and Jimin smiles softly at the effort. When he stands up, showing them off, he's in front of Seokjin. They're too close. Close enough for Seokjin to just reach out and touch him, to have his hands all over that pretty maid costume.

"Your uh—" He points to the white ribbon crossed over the front of the dress. "The ribbon is twisted. Might wanna fix that."

Instead of fixing it, Jimin steps forward even more. Closer than close. "You seem to like the outfit, hyung." And Seokjin blushes; he can feel the hotness of his cheeks and he bites his tongue to distract himself. "Why don't you fix my dress for me, hyung?" Jimin pulls his hands behind his back and keeps them there with a smile. Cheeky smile. "My hands are all tied up."

That's a lie. Seokjin wishes it was true, though, having Jimin's hands tied behind his back as he's now imagining. At the same time, it sounds so wrong to even think that. But Jimin knows that he put the thought in his head, with the way he suddenly looked amused instead of flustered as he was earlier.

A devil costume would've been more fitting for right about now, seeing a smirk form on Jimin's lips.

"Alright," Seokjin lets out before stepping forward, fingers pinching into Jimin's dress to pull the ribbon out and straighten it up.

Jimin only watches, silent. Seokjin knows that Jimin wasn't actually expecting him to do anything, but Kim Seokjin never backs down from something like this. Never backs down from such a challenge.

"Better?"

The younger's head falls. "Yeah. All better."

But Seokjin presses his finger to Jimin's chin and lifts it, forcing their eyes to meet. Jimin's eyes are filled with confusion and a slight hint of shock. "I think your socks need to be fixed too," he tells him, though the socks look fine.

Jimin would probably look away in embarrassment if it weren't for Seokjin's light touch on his chin keeping him there.

"M-My socks? Do you want to fix those too?"

Seokjin slowly smirks, stealing the invisible Devil crown from the younger. "If you'll let me, I will. Will you let hyung?" Jimin nods for him to continue, so he does.

His hand leaves Jimin's chin, but they still keep eye contact as his fingers ghost over Jimin's thigh, right over the lace, and Jimin wants to squirm, he can tell, but he instead stays still as the older slowly grabs the sock and pulls it further up his thigh, so close to having his hands beneath the dress, just like that.

He does the other sock the same, his fingers sliding up against Jimin's soft skin, his inner thigh.

"All better," he finally says.

Jimin nods in return. "Sure. Sure, hyung."

And Seokjin tries to back away for his own sake, but Jimin reaches for his wrists and pulls him back in impossibly closer, bringing his hands up to Seokjin's neck and pulling him straight into his lips.

Seokjin first is filled with surprise, having their lips meet, but then he deepens the kiss, his hands finally finding home on Jimin's waist; the dress under his hands now.

"Jimin," he huffs desperately into his lips, "What're we doing? What do you want?"

Jimin pushes forward, thigh slotting between his. "Want it all, hyung. Touch me. Don't stop."

So, he wastes no time, trailing his hand down and under the dress, Jimin pulling away and groaning against his lips as the older finally touches him, hand on the back of his thigh, right under his ass.

"More," Jimin begs, pulling Seokjin's hand up more, right on his ass, and oh— it's bare. But then he cups his ass, fingers trailing up a bit more after, and then he discovers something else. Lace. Lace... thong.

He pulls up at the thong, slipping his hot tongue into Jimin's mouth to kiss away the needy whines, though he wishes he could hear more of them.

Jimin kisses back with just as much energy, and he pulls Seokjin back to the bed, making him sit on the edge so he could straddle the older, lips soon finding his neck instead.

"Hyung," he moans out as he begins to rock his hips against Seokjin's pajamas— yes, he feels underdressed, but it's fine.

He grips tight onto Jimin's hips, groaning as Jimin grinds against him and sucks a mark into his neck, which is probably dangerous, but nothing that makeup can't cover up.

"So good," he lets out, holding back curses as Jimin pushes his ass against him while also pushing his crotch forward into his abdomen. "Here—" he pushes his hand back under Jimin's dress and pulls his dick out of the lace thong, instead circling his hand around the tip and spreading precum as Jimin bucked up into him.

"God," Jimin moans, and then his lips are back on Seokjin's, hot and messy as their tongues met in a hurry.

Seokjin is hard in his pants. It's very clear as Jimin rubs his ass against him, and Jimin uses it to his advantage, rolling his hips in a circle as Seokjin jerked him off.

"Hyung, hyung—" He sucks in air and pulls away, his head throwing back and hands pushing into Seokjin's hair as he moaned, coming into Seokjin's hand just like that.

He never thought he'd be able to see Jimin in this way, but fuck, he's hot with his mouth hanging open and eyebrows furrowed, pleasure taking over his body. After he calms down from the orgasm, he curses at the mess he made, but then he gets off of Seokjin and pushes at his shoulders.

"Get on the bed. On my pillow. Wanna suck you off."

It's sinful words, but it has Seokjin's dick leaking with want, so he does as the younger says and before he knows it, Jimin is crawling up the bed and pulling his pants down, his ass pushed into the air as he bends down to spit over his dick and use the spit to jerk him off a few times.

"God, Jimin," he groans as Jimin's lips close in over him, hot and wet wrapping around his dick, tongue teasing him so effortlessly. He grabs at the younger's hair, having Jimin moan over it.

Jimin sucks his dick sloppily and he makes it so wet, having Seokjin come over his stomach when he's finished, coming with a moan, and their eyes meeting as he did— and he didn't miss the pure satisfaction in Jimin's eyes as he did, either.

It wasn't even technically Halloween yet, but he didn't need any specific dates to want Jimin dressed up like that. If Jimin happened to buy more and more outfits like it, he wouldn't mind it a bit.

He wouldn't mind having any of this again if the cost was as simple as a stolen charger.

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happy halloween i guess lmfao

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