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Seokjin stands tall as always, in tapered jeans and a button up shirt in the bathroom, putting his toothbrush away. He's picked a delightful sky blue, something to hopefully, brighten up his day.
But last minute, he changes his mind.
A light grey is better, suiting for him, he thinks.
Checking his reflection once more, he picked his denim jacket from the coat hook in his hallway, leaving his small apartment. He had been planning to go shopping, but he didn't really, know what to buy. As it was a day off work, he wanted to be productive.
His hangover from the party night last night, had died down now.
Seokjin heads out, walking through the city roads. His earphones had recently broken, but he's not looking to replace them today. Instead, he's looking to replace his mattress.
'I wonder...'
He mumbled to himself, wondering if this was the best day to do it, heavy clouds filling the sky.
'I'll get it delivered to my house in a truck. I think that's what they do.'
He steps inside the inconspicuous mattress store, hardly any customers in there with him.
Just the salesman, gathered around a desk. He waves sheepishly, carrying on walking further into the quiet store.
He reads the signs that come up to his knees, soft mattress, soft mattress. He was looking for a firm one.
A saleslady approaches him, asking if there's anything in particular that he's looking for. She answers his question, leading him to the other side of the store.
She asks him to try a mattress, Seokjin taking a seat on it. It was a double size, and firm as it said on the label. But he wondered what the differences were between them all, except for the prices.
'Oh.'
Seokjin begins to laugh, wondering if something he caught from the corner of his eye, was what he thought it was.
He listened to her explaining the benefits of memory foam, but he just, had to tell her to pause.
He knew it.
He lowered his voice, silencing the laughter. He brought up his hand, politely asking the lady to pause where she was at the end of the bed.
"Could you er, bring me that salesman over there?"
She turned to look at to who he was signalling to, turning to face Seokjin again, ponytail swinging over her shoulder. "Sure!" She smiled him goodbye, whispering to the man Seokjin had requested.
The man glanced to Seokjin, immediately visibly flustered, stuttering his words to his colleague. Leaving her puzzled, she just giggled and pushed him forward, forcing him to move forward.
To do his job.
"Hello, what can I help you with?"
Seokjin only laughed, glancing at his name badge.
'I knew it.'
Seokjin could also see, that he recognized him.
He nodded his head for him to lean close to him, as he didn't talk very loudly.
He put on his smooth voice, a notch above a whisper.
"Ah, Yoongi. I want you to sell me this mattress."
It said enough in his eyes, that they both remembered last night.
Yoongi remembered him, and liked him. Seokjin was a one night stand, who he was going to message back. He now wondered, if Seokjin had been insistant they go back to Yoongi's place, because his mattress is in such, disastrous condition.
"Well-" Yoongi fumbled his words quickly, eyes unintentionally shooting to Seokjin's crotch, legs slightly open on the bed.
"Haha, well? You can do better than that," he flickered his eyes to Yoongi. "You've almost got me."
Yoongi was annoyed at himself for being so turned on, at this odd display on a display mattress.
"Does this one have memory foam? Mega springs?"
"Mega springs isn't a thing, it's just-"
Seokjin tilted his hips as he cinched down the bed, still sat up in bizarre fashion. And then, he shuffled to the other side.
"Why don't you take a seat?"
Yoongi was speechless enough, knowing that this sale was going south the second he'd walked over there. It couldn't, get any worse.
He perched himself on the edge of the bed, smoothing down his waistcoat front. Seokjin grinned, patting the space next to him.
"C'mon, properly."
Yoongi smiled, as little as possible, cheeks already pink.
Seokjin looked at Yoongi's happy lips, curious as to what his eyes would say.
"I know what you're really like-"
Yoongi audibly, moaned at his words, at shock that his hook up who he didn't even know, seduced him in work. Sober. On the only mattress that never sold.
Seokjin smiled, watching Yoongi get closer to him on the bed.
It was time for him to be sensible, but Seokjin was spoken to.
"How did you, know where I work?"
Seokjin looked to him, penny dropping. "Oh. I didn't, I just genuinely need a mattress. I don't know if you remember but," their fingertips were already... Accidentally touching on the mattress. "You did mention you sold mattresses. I'm looking to genuinely purchase one, don't worry."
It brought some relief to Yoongi, as he knew he hadn't been specific as to which company or branch he worked in.
Never give personal details to one night stands.
Except, the home address, Yoongi supposed. But he had to focus.
"D'you like this one? You can pay it off monthly."
"Do I get your discount?"
Yoongi couldn't believe it. But this attitude seemed to suit him.
"Um, no. Only partners do."
Seokjin wouldn't settle for that. "Well we can put some rings on, and just say were are. Do you guys check with the government? It's just a mattress."
Yoongi wondered how he reached this moment. Today was just, another simple and quiet day at work. How had it come to this?
"You're not having my discount. D'you even know what the discounts are here for?"
Seokjin shrugged. "No. Mattresses?"
Yoongi shook his head, mumbling as he felt shy.
"Nope, the best value for it is best on the pillows."
He felt that Seokjin was looking at him.
"Oh?"
Seokjin's eyes were, wonderful to look into.
"Uh, yeah really. Um," Seokjin tickled the top of his hand.
"Sell me this mattress, and maybe I'll look at your pillows."
His legs were still open, and Yoongi remembers what it was like to be between them.
And their surrounding, was so similiar.
'I'm fucked.'
Yoongi stuttered through the main points of this mattress, but stood to show Seokjin the next size up.
"I know full well how much of the bed you take up."
Seokjin was adoring him, quietly.
"And what's that?"
Seokjin wanted to hold his hand. He was, so very cute today.
"Too much," Yoongi pointed him to the next mattress, pressing him to sit down at his shoulders.
Another familiar scene. He turned to the desk his colleagues had been stood at, no longer there. He checked the cameras above them, surveillance by a margin, missing this corner of the room.
He hated that he knew this.
"But I won't mind that for today," Yoongi let his body move, hands parting Seokjin's knees, more than willing to roll with it.
"Oh, you like it in work? You're so naughty, Yoongie-"
Yoongi loved, and hated being spoken to like that. Seokjin seemed to remember so much about him.
"Never tried it here but," he licked his lips as he tried to control his breathing, slipping down Seokjin's pants, feeling his own bulge stiffen. "It's on the to do list, and you taste so fuckin' nice-"
Seokjin didn't expect this as he'd walked into the doors of the mattress store, to even see his previous nights hook up. He'd left in the later hours of the morning, not knowing how he'd get home.
He knew he needed a new mattress, and hearing Yoongi's occupation while completely tanked sat at the bar, inspired him to buy a new one.
But to get head in public?
He felt Yoongi's soft tongue, wishing he could lick more than what he could, reach.
"Not too far, Yoongi, I can't remember if you swallow-"
Yoongi had never felt so insulted. he let the tip of Seokjin's wide, dick pop out of his mouth, pouting.
"First of all, how dare you."
Seokjin blinked down to him. "... I'm sorry."
Yoongi did his pants up for him, breathing still borderline erratic. His hairline, showed beads of sweat.
"It's fine. I'm in work anyway. You still want that mattress?"
"I don't want the display one, given what we just did on it-"
Yoongi growled at him, still pouting, sulking. "That was the lamest dick sucking I've ever done, that barely fucking counts-"
He stood from the bed, crossing his hands over his crotch. Praying no one came over to them. Asked Seokjin anything, seeing he was one that liked to talk.
No one was to be seen.
"Get up. Look at these and then just pick one. Okay?"
He'll give him his fucking discount.
Because Yoongi gets commission.
'Hehe.'
Seokjin eventually picked one out, asking Yoongi if he'd ever have fun on it.
"Is this why I wasn't allowed back to yours? You didn't want to break my back?"
Seokjin winked at him.
Yoongi was still sulking, hating that he laughed.
"How, considerate of you."
Yoongi internally rolled his eyes, hating his humor.
Yoongi eventually, took a happy Seokjin to the till, taking his detail and address.
"Enter your discount now please."
Yoongi could up his commission, the more Seokjin spent. "D'you want any of the bundle pillows? It's worth it with the discount."
Seokjin took his advice, to which he was happy.
'Buy... As many pillows as you like.'
It all adds up.
Yoongi put through his discount, talking Seokjin through his monthly payments.
"Okay Yoongi, I have to ask you something."
Yoongi looked to him, feeling more comfortable with him. "Yes?"
"Will I see you again?"
Yoongi quirked a brow, before giggling into his hand, shy.
"You, sound like you want to?"
Seokjin deliberated on telling the truth. "Well, you liked that mattress the most. So will I?"
Yoongi had decided drunk in the night, that once he'd get his number, he'd message him the next day, swooning all over him in his head. He just never imagined he'd sleep with him in the hours in between.
"Yes, I will. But did you listen to everything I just said?"
Seokjin smiled at him again, his cheeks warm.
"Yes I did." He then smirked.
"Basically, it costs a bit less because of the discount you're giving me. Thank you, Yoongie~"
'I remember how well you take me-'
Yoongi smiled at the way his name was sang to him, amazed that Seokjin showed such interest in him.
They arranged the delivery date for the mattress to leave the warehouse, and fitting into Seokjin's apartment.
"They'll be able to get it up the stairs, right?" Yoongi had walked him to the door of the store. The sliding doors opened, a light breeze welcoming to them both.
"They should do, Seokjin."
He'd paused momentarily.
"You can call me if you need me," he yanked his pen from his pocket, writing his number on Seokjin's hand.
"Can I put this in my phone?"
"Yeah, sure it's just... I don't have any paper on me."
They both felt clumsy with their words, bidding each other goodbye.
Seokjin would sing in his head on the walk home with a cloudy sky above his head, carrying mattress papers in his hand.