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Min Jimin was a proud husband.

He’s insanely in love with Yoongi and vice versa, they led a comfortable life even with vastly different professions - Yoongi was a renowned scientist while Jimin was an idol company’s choreographer. A little weird to some people, but to them it was perfect.

Jimin could recall the day they met vividly.

It was at a daytime TV show in the US. A show Jimin never dreamed of being on until today. His idol group, BTS, had made it into the US charts, performing the choreography he created in the AMAs. It was his biggest, most prestigious achievement seeing his work of art displayed for the world. He never thought he’d get this far as a dancer but here he was, practically glowing alongside BTS, as they set on the couch while being interviewed.

“So how does it feel being the choreographer of such an amazing group?”

Jimin smiled so widely at being asked that question that his eyes practically disappeared. “It’s surreal. These boys always work so hard, and seeing their achievements have made me want to strive to give them a better stage as well. I’m so proud of them and how they’ve grown.”

The interviewer, Seokjin, nodded, seemingly satisfied, as the translator carried his message across.

“Something I want to know is why someone as handsome as you didn’t debut as an idol as well. You’re still young right? In your 20s?”

Jimin chuckled. Everyone seemed so curious, and he had received this question so many times he couldn’t count.

“My passion had always been dancing. As a dancer, I definitely love the stage but ultimately my real goal lies in creating what, to me, is art. There’s nothing better than the feeling of watching people love and appreciate your choreographies and that’s what I want to focus on instead.”

“Indeed, you deserve all the recognition. I’ve seen them dance and it’s extraordinary. Thank you!” Seokjin nodded with a kind smile.

“No, thank you!”

The interview ended with some fan questions to BTS and a little dance off which, obviously, Jimin won.

It was a fun show and they were still on their adrenalin high when Jimin and the group got off stage to make way for the next guest.

“You were amazing.” A sudden low rasp, barely audible, startled Jimin. He hadn’t expected anyone else to speak in Korean, and the deep husky voice definitely didn’t belong to one of the staff.

The man in question was the same height as he, pale skin with a deeply contrasting mop of dark curly hair. Atop his straight nose set a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses that matched his overall black outfit and trench coat. All in all, the man had looked absolutely stunning and incredibly smart.

Jimin was always a sucker for the intellectual types.

“Uh… Hi and uh… thanks.” Jimin stammered out, internally trashing himself over how embarrassing he was being.

The stranger simply gave a small smile, seemingly not put off by Jimin stumbling over his words. He nodded politely before sidestepping Jimin and heading up the stage.

‘Was that the next guest?’ Jimin wondered curiously. He wouldn’t be surprised, the man was handsome. ‘An actor?’ Jimin mused.

His questions were answered a moment later when the host announced: “And our next guest is, five time Nobel Prize winner at 26, the scientist who pioneered the discovery of CICD, a breakthrough method to curing cancer, published a revolutionary thesis on the nature of cells still used in medical colleges around the globe. Please welcome, Professor Min Yoongi!”

Holy shit. A professor?!

A guy like that called Jimin amazing?!

While Jimin initially felt elated at the compliment, his only thoughts were on the fact that his accomplishments were nothing comparatively. The man didn’t seem to be mocking him, however, Jimin can’t help but feel a little depressed.

He left the recording studio without even watching the full show.

The second time he met Yoongi was unexpectedly at a corporate party hosted by one of the biggest entertainment companies in the industry.

He had been chatting merrily with Hoseok-hyung, one of the most popular choreographers in the scene; they were really close friends despite being in different companies.

“Park Jimin?”

Jimin whipped around at the call of his name.

“I’ll excuse myself. Jiminie is so popular. Plus he’s cute too!” Jimin barely registers Hoseok whispering in his ear, and the older male saunters off before he could get hit.

Surprised was an understatement. Jimin never thought he’d see Yoongi again, especially not in a stuffy party like this. He guesses that’s what happens when you’re famous - you get invited to everywhere and everything despite having no relation to it whatsoever.

After the last episode, Jimin isn’t too thrilled meeting Yoongi but the man had been polite nonetheless, so Jimin should extend the same courtesy.

“Yoongi-ssi. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Yeah… I don’t usually come to these things but my friend is the host and insisted I attend it before I start growing mould in my lab so…”

Jimin’s eyes widened a little at the implication. The host of today’s party was Bulletproof Entertainment, one of if not the biggest agencies in Korea headed by CEO Kim Namjoon, a lyrical and literal genius.

Birds of a feather really do flock together.

“I see. Well, Yoongi-ssi, it was nice meeting you again. I shouldn’t bother you any further-”

“No wait.” The dark-haired man sounded almost frantic as he gripped onto Jimin’s wrist to stop him from leaving. Though he let go almost immediately, it didn’t stop Jimin’s heart from beating frantically in his chest at the contact(the man was dashing okay? Sue him).

The man parted his perfect lips to speak and out of all the things he expected the man to say, it was definitely not-

“You must be the one for me, since my selectively permeable membrane let you through,” the elder blurted. “Are you my Appendix, ‘cause I have a gut feeling I should take you out.”

- a scientific pick up line.

A short, slightly awkward silence engulfed them. Eventually, Jimin couldn’t hold it in and broke out into a fit of giggles. Oh lord, what was that?!

“Sorry, I was wondering if uh… You would like to get to know each other?” Yoongi sheepishly lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed at his outburst. (he makes a mental note to never trust Seokjin with pickup lines again)

Jimin paused before tilting his head, eyes narrowing. “Yoongi-ssi, are you… asking me out?”

The way Yoongi blushed at the implication was adorable, Jimin found himself relaxing at how endearing the other male was. Perhaps, despite the former’s overwhelming achievements, he didn’t seem like such a bad person(albeit the bad pickup lines).

“Uh… Well, it doesn’t have to have any meaning really. Even just as friends or something is fine… I was taken when I uh… saw you at that studio and uh… your passion really moved me so I wanted to get to know you better now that I have the chance of meeting again… It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, please don’t feel pressured to agree… is what… I wanted to say… uh yeah…” Yoongi rambled as he watched Jimin with careful eyes, blush still high on his cheeks.

The contrast between Yoongi’s stoic appearance and his nervous word vomit made Jimin laugh heartily, confusing the elder greatly.

How could Jimin refuse such an adorable person?

“Sure, Yoongi-ssi. Shall we head to somewhere more private?” Jimin flashed a happy grin. His breath catches in his throat when Yoongi returns it with a gummy smile of his own.

“Call me hyung.”

Jimin couldn’t help but feel guilty when he thought back to his first impression of the elder. After the pair had gone on a few simple dates and exchanged numbers, Jimin found himself falling.

Yoongi was quiet but spoke his mind and was careful about his choice of words. He had a way of presenting random facts and information that made Jimin interested, even throwing in the occasional dad joke, making Jimin throw his whole body into fits of laughter. Despite being a huge dork, the man was thoughtful, sincere and just really sweet.

In spite of their busy schedules, Yoongi always found time for Jimin and vice versa. Yoongi would often show up with coffee and a light snack on the days Jimin was too busy with a new song’s choreography to meet while Jimin would do the same and even throw in a whole carton of energy drinks when Yoongi was buried in research. It wasn’t perfect but they made it work and the pair couldn’t be happier.

Their first time was after a particularly exhausting week for Jimin. BTS was preparing for a comeback and Jimin had three songs to put together stellar choreographies for. He loved his job really, but times like these give him the most stress. He often dances til dawn and gets frustrated over parts that don’t connect well. If it weren’t for Yoongi’s daily care packages, Jimin would have sooner collapsed from tiredness. Yoongi was such a star, Jimin always felt he was lucky to have Yoongi and this time especially so due to the unconditional support he constantly received from the elder in his time of need.

He bursts unceremoniously into Yoongi’s penthouse apartment the moment he finishes the last of the steps. He’s high and happy from the stress lifted off his shoulders that he goes straight to the startled Yoongi on the couch and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug.

“Hyuuuuuunggggggg!”

Yoongi chuckles fondly at Jimin’s whine, snaking his arms around the younger’s waist to pull him into a more comfortable position on his lap.

“Hey Jiminie. You done?”

“Yes!” Jimin chirps with a blinding grin, belatedly realising that he was practically straddling Yoongi; a blush creeps up his neck to his cheeks at the revelation.

Yoongi simply smirks at the younger’s reaction, leaning in to peck a kiss onto Jimin’s plush lips.

“That’s great, baby. Stay over today?” Yoongi whispers against his lips, breath fanning over Jimin’s mouth, tickling him.

Jimin takes in Yoongi’s handsome face, the way his cat-like eyes stare at him fondly, down to his perfect nose before settling on his pretty lips and nods.

They don’t waste any time, Yoongi catching Jimin’s lips with his again, only now with more fervour. He kisses Jimin almost desperately, pushing hard against the younger’s plump lips, hands gripping him at the waist firmly as Jimin snakes his arms around Yoongi’s neck to pull him in closer. They dive into an intense make-out session, bodies pressed together with no space in between as they devour each other hungrily.

They move in unison, hurried and wet. Yoongi licks over Jimin’s bottom lip, asking for permission and Jimin parts them in consent, moaning deliciously as their tongues meet and curl around each other. They break apart a moment later, panting, before Jimin swoops back in, eager to feel more of Yoongi’s hot tongue against his own. He barely registers his hips moving involuntarily in Yoongi’s lap, his ass rubbing against the elder’s thighs until the elder groans and grabs it, kneading the soft mounds and making Jimin keen.

“If I was an endoplasmic reticulum, how would you want me: smooth or rough?” Yoongi whispers into Jimin’s neck as he plants soft kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin.

“Really, Yoongi?”

“Uh…”

“Rough, honey. I want you rough.”

That’s all it takes for Yoongi to hoist Jimin up by his ass, hurriedly making for the bedroom and slamming the door shut.

He presses Jimin against the stiff wood, lips crashing together hard as practised hands frantically peel the layers of Jimin’s clothes off, eager to get to the warm sun-kissed skin underneath.

“God, Jimin. You make my anoxic sediments want to increase their redox potential.”

“Mmm… Yoongi. Why the fuck am I so turned on by your silly scientific pickup lines. Tell me more, honey.”

They stumble across the room and Yoongi pushes a now naked Jimin onto the bed forcefully as he kneels over the younger, stripping off his shirt. He stares hungrily at the lithe body of Jimin beneath him, taking in the sight of his beautiful lover already looking like a hot mess.

“You're so hot, you denature my proteins. Can I be the phasor to your electron and take you to an excited state?”

“Fuck yes.”

That night, Yoongi fucks Jimin hard and deep into the mattress, pounding him wildly, whispering sweet scientific nothings into his lover’s ear as they come.

(“Do you want to extract some protein from my column?”

“God, yes, Yoongi, please!”)

A turning point came when Yoongi took him out on a date 6 months later.

They were taking a leisurely midnight stroll through the almost deserted park, fingers intertwined when Yoongi pulls at Jimin to stop walking.

Jimin backtracks to stand in front of the elder, eyeing him quizzically.

He waits patiently for Yoongi to say what he wants to say but when five minutes past, Jimin starts to subtly panic. Was something wrong?

“Yoongi wha-”

“According to the second law of thermodynamics, you're supposed to share your hotness with me,” Yoongi all but shouts, eyes trained at their joined hands. “Move in with me Park Jimin!”

Jimin blinks once, twice, thrice before the line registers.

He can’t help but collapse in guffaws, ignoring the slightly offended-looking Yoongi.

“Oh my god, Yoongi-hyung! Hahahaha! I can’t believe you used a chemistry pickup line to ask me to move in with you!” Jimin crouches, clutching his stomach as it aches from laughing too hard. His hyung was seriously the best.

“Yah! Park Jimin! I was being serious…” Yoongi looks visibly deflated. "And it's a physics pickup line..." The elder mutters under his breath.

Jimin, ridiculously endeared, simply giggles before stepping forward, cupping the elder’s cheeks as a pair of familiar arms come to wrap around his waist.

“My answer is yes, you lovable dork.”

The kiss they shared after was slow, chaste but so full of love that Jimin involuntarily shed a tear. He was going to live with the love of his life from now on. He couldn’t wait to wake up in Yoongi’s arms, making their coffee together and just basking in the domesticity. What a dream.

It was on the day Yoongi won his sixth nobel prize that they got engaged.

Yoongi had booked a magnificent suite room that they’d adjourn to right after the award ceremony.

Jimin was patiently waiting by the dinner table for the star of the show to arrive after his interview with the reporters. He was so proud of his boyfriend and his achievements, naturally, however, he really wanted to see Yoongi and hug him so he’d really wish the elder would hurry up and come to cuddle him already.

There was a knock on the suite room’s door before the butler enters with a whole trolley of food, the smell making Jimin drool. God, what’s taking Yoongi so damn long?!

The butler sets all the plates neatly on the two seater table, lighting the candles between the two seats before clapping twice to turn off the light. The lights had sensors and jimin found himself playing with it when he first arrived. Beyond cool.

Before the butler leaves, he hands Jimin a single plain black card, smooth to the touch.

Curious, Jimin flips it open.

~~~~

 

If you were C6, and I were H12, all we would need is the air we breathe to be sweeter than sugar.

 

Whenever I am near you, I undergo anaerobic respiration because you take my breath away.

 

I want to stick to you like glue-cose for the rest of my life, Park Jimin.

 

Will you marry me?

 

~~~~

Immediately after, Yoongi, the man he’s so unconditionally in love with, appears through the door, striding decisively to kneel on one knee in front of Jimin. Jimin watches agape as Yoongi pulls out a velvet box and opens it, revealing a silver band.

The elder doesn’t even get a single word through his mouth before Jimin crashes into him, arms wrapped around the other man in a tight embrace as he cries, muttering “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!” over and over.

When Jimin pulls away to look at the ring, he discovers that it has a weird cut.

Eyeing his quizzical expression, Yoongi explains, “It’s the chemical formula of dopamine.” Yoongi pulls out another ring from his coat pocket, showing it to Jimin. “This is Serotonin. They are both neurotransmitters and the balancing of these two brain chemicals is the key to optimal moods and cognitive function…” He looks up at Jimin, the latter visibly intrigued, head tilted in slight confusion before continuing, “What it means is… You’re my other half. You make me happy and without you, I’d have no motivation, I won’t be able to concentrate. We balance each other out perfectly and together, we’re happiness.”

Tears form behind Jimin’s eyes, overflowing past his lids to roll down his soft cheeks.

“That was the geekiest, most romantic proposal ever, Min Yoongi.” Jimin sobs, so full of joy that he feels his chest constrict. “I love you.”

Yoongi, attempting to blink back the wetness in his eyes, gives him the biggest gummy smile ever. “I love you too, my fiancé.” He pulls Jimin onto his lap and hugs his weeping lover firmly against his chest. “My baby.”

Their wedding was a grand affair, being the country’s power couple. There were tons of media and news journalists at the event even though the press wasn’t invited.

There were a few top names in the country present, mainly, Yoongi’s best friend and CEO of Bulletproof Ent, Kim Namjoon, who jimin got to know as a very charming yet clumsy hyung; not intimidating as he looks at all. Beside the man sat Kim Taehyung, world renowned model and his very best friend.

It wasn’t absolutely perfect(the papz and fans kept making a ruckus outside the venue) but it didn’t matter to Jimin as long as the people he loved and treasured were here, and the one standing across the aisle from him was Yoongi.

And boy, was that man dashing as always, all decked out in a black silk three piece suit, a stark contrast to Jimin’s own white one.

Their eyes locked the moment a hella lit version of Pachelbel’s Canon in D starts playing in the hall. Jimin has to hold back the tears in his eyes. He wants to look good in the pictures at least.

The boys from BTS surround him as they lead him down the aisle dancing by his side, leaving a bewildered Jimin, thoroughly amused by their antics. Best send off ever!

They fan off just as Jimin reaches Yoongi, who looks stunned before his expression morphs into one full of love and contentment, mirroring Jimin’s feelings.

The ceremony continues in classic fashion until the time for vows.

“By nature, two molecules can come into contact and have no reaction. Other molecules might even react violently. However, the right set can create something unimaginably incredible. That’s us.” Yoongi sneaks a peek at Jimin, who’s nodding, from over his printed vows. “Jimin, did you know, when you mix Sodium Bicarbonate, or baking soda, with Acetic Acid, vinegar, the individual molecules break apart to form three different substances - Carbon dioxide which gets released into the air, sodium acetate which acts as a buffer in solutions that means it remains at a fairly constant pH even when acids or bases are added, and lastly, water, the molecule of life. This means that, regardless of whatever we try to do, the baking soda and vinegar will never separate. Because once we’re together, something entirely new is born. To me, we’re bonded for life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.”

Jimin tries not to ugly cry. He still has his own vows to make and he doesn't want to be reduced to a babbling mess. He takes a deep breath before he starts on his speech.

“For most of my life, dancing had been my only constant love. It was the only thing that made me happy. Martha Graham once said: ‘Dance is the hidden language of the soul.’ I always believed that to be true. When you came into my life, I was surprised. You understood my passion, my thoughts and everything I wanted to express but could not do so in words, just like dance. Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music. You heard my music and you sung in tune with me without any judgement or criticism. Did you know Yoongi, when you dance, it’s not about getting to a certain place on the floor, but enjoying every step of the way there. I enjoy every step I take with you by my side and I want to continue this dance with you for the rest of my life too. The world’s a stage and you’ll forever be my partner. I love you.”

Jimin gazed softly into Yoongi’s eyes as the pastor finally announced them ‘Covalently Bound’.

“Do you like aerobic respiration as much as I do?” Yoongi whispers when they both lean in for the kiss, making Jimin giggle sweetly.

“Gosh Yoongi, don’t ever change.”

“Never. I love you.”

“Me too, husband. Come ‘ere.”

Finally, they close the distance between their lips. The touch familiar yet undoubtedly explosive.

Yoongi notes that he should do a research paper on the chemical reaction of neurotransmitters in correlation to kisses and Jimin. Maybe even a whole research paper on Jimin... or three. But for now, he’ll just enjoy the feeling of being tied to the love of his life.

“Hey handsome, wanna put your alpha helix in my beta barrel?”

“Oh my god, Jimin. Baby, stop. You almost made me come. God fucking-”

“Didn't you know that chemists do it periodically on the table?”

“Ok fuck. That’s it. We’re going home, NOW.”

Chapter Text

Jimin hates stuffy parties. He’s this close to becoming condemned to an eternity of fake smiles.

The food is great, the alcohol is free but he’d give that all up in a jiffy just to get away from the congregation of rich snobs.

“How did you even catch that husband of yours?” BitchOne says.

“Darling, he’s a dancer. Must’ve done a little strip tease, am I right?” BitchTwo chuckles condescendingly.

Jimin simply smiles despite his internal struggle to not punch the women in the face. It’s Yoongi’s family’s party. He will be civil. ‘Do it for Yoongi, Jimin.’ he chants in his head.

Yoongi’s family was lovely but the same couldn’t be said for their distant relatives, jealous of the Min fortune. In addition, now that their eldest son was married and successful, many felt nothing but utter resentment, as if the reason why they weren't living as glamorously was the Mins' fault. On the contrary, the Mins earned their success through their own hard work and dedication; they deserved every bit of it.

It was disgustingly toxic. Yoongi understood that too that’s why he’d usually make up an excuse to avoid such gatherings, however, today was an important day for the family - their grandmother’s 90th birthday. The old woman was such a star, really. She wasn’t stern or snobbish and loved Jimin like her own grandchild, which he always tries his best to reciprocate.

“Oh dear, I don’t see a diamond on your ring. Yoongi-ssi must be loaded yet he couldn’t afford a proper gem? Not even a tiny one?” BitchOne looks at him in mock sympathy.

Jimin scoffs and rolls his eyes… inside his head, expertly maintaining the pleasant smile he’s worn since the start of the night like a champ.

“Is your marriage ok? I can’t imagine wearing anything less than 10 carat. Yoongi really doesn’t know how to treat his partner right.” A lady that Jimin recognises as Yoongi’s aunt joins the circle. “I didn’t know scientists made so little, everyone’s being fooled. Thank god I didn’t marry my daughter off to him. It must be hard on you darling boy.”

Ok, he can take being insulted and made fun of, but someone’s gonna catch some hands if they don’t shut up about his husband.

“With all due respect, madam, Yoongi treats me spectacularly. Maybe your money-laden brain cannot comprehend but this ring has a deeper meaning than the ones you wear on your fingers to show off your wealth; wealth you did not earn on your own but by flashing your saggy posterior to whoever buys it. My husband has given me something much more priceless than diamonds - he’s given me immeasurable happiness. But you can’t relate.” Jimin gives the biggest, most charming smile he can muster.

The women stand there too stunned by the words that come out of Jimin’s mouth to react. Too bad for them, Jimin was done being polite.

“Diminie!”

Jimin turns at the call of his nickname. Only one person called him that apart from Yoongi(and himself when he's drunk).

“Kookie~! Did you have fun playing with Taehyung?”

The young boy, barely five, raises his skinny arms requesting for a lift.

Of course Jimin complies.

“I missed you, Papa. Daddy told me to call you ‘cause he’s sleepy and wants to go home.”

Jimin chuckles fondly at his son. Trust Yoongi to use their son as his messenger. His energy levels must need some recharging after a tiring party. Jimin could use a nap too.

“Okay, honey. Let’s go find Daddy.” Jimin nuzzles Jungkook’s adorable cheeks.

“Sorry, ladies. Please excuse my rudeness. My husband needs me so I’ll be going now.”

With that, he saunters off to find his husband of six years; the man who still takes his breath away every day since.

As per usual, the pale-skinned man is lazing in a corner of the room, sprawled over the arm of a couch. Even with the horrible posture, his husband is handsome. Jimin is sure he’s become a thoroughly whipped man.

“Daddy Daddy Daddy!” Jungkook struggles in Jimin’s hold as he makes grabby hands at said male.

“Hey buddy there you are. Good job, you rescued your Papa.” Yoongi sits up to hoist the growing boy in his arms once Jimin’s near enough. The boy giggles before his cute doe eyes widen. “I’m a hero?”

“That’s right, Kookie. My one and only knight in shining armor.” Jimin ruffles the young kid’s hair affectionately, watching his beyond adorable son break out into a bunny-toothed grin.

They bask in the comfortable atmosphere for a while before Yoongi suggests it’s about time they take their leave.

They’re in the car when Yoongi asks, “So what were you talking about with those ladies? You looked ready to pop a vein.”

Jungkook was sleeping soundly in the backseat so they spoke softly.

“Ah… They were being rude.” Jimin toys with his silver dopamine band as he bites his lower lip. “I… uh… might have told them off a little.”

Yoongi simply shifts his gaze to his husband and his familiar brooding look briefly before directing his attention back to the road.

“Just say it baby, they were assholes.”

Jimin slumps in his seat with a pout. “Yeah they were assholes.”

Yoongi chuckles in adoration at his husband’s little pout. He hated his aunt and most of his cousins anyway.

“They told me you don't treat me right and that you’re a scrooge for not buying me a diamond ring. What makes them think you’d want a bitch for a wife anyway. Snob.”

They sit in comfortable silence as Jimin simmers down from his anger. He’s not the least bit sorry, same for Yoongi; that lady deserved it. What he feels, though, is incredible fondness for the man who stood up for him. The man who always has his back.

It’s been six years and lots of things have changed.

They have a lovely son now named Jungkook and a puppy called Holly.

Jimin is currently a freelance choreographer to make time for Kookie and the family while Yoongi is now head researcher and lecturer for Seoul University’s Faculty of Science.

They have their fights like all couples do, big and small.

They’re still in head over heels in gross love with each other and maybe their feelings even continue to grow everyday.

But of course, while some things change, others stay constant:

“My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me I love you.”

“So does mine, darling.”

“Billions of neutrinos penetrate you every second… Mind if I join in?”

“If you want in on the party, you’d better step on it, Daddy”

Yoongi has never driven so fast in his life.

They make it home and tuck Jungkook in in record time.

Manoeuvring their already joined bodies towards their bedroom at the end of the hall, and making sure to lock the door after, Jimin gets pushed onto the bed, already naked except for a pair of lacy pink panties.

“Holy shit, baby. You were wearing this all along?”

Jimin doesn’t answer, choosing to simply roll over on his knees, presenting Yoongi a delicious view of his perky ass.

Lo and behold, a matching pink buttplug too.

“If my right leg is the cell wall and my left the membrane, do you want to be the cytoplasm?” Jimin asks breathlessly

Yes fucking please.

Yoongi dives down to lick against Jimin’s lace panties, directly over the protruding buttplug. The pressure causes Jimin to let out a high-pitched whine. The sweet sound goes straight to Yoongi’s dick.

He pulls the covering fabric to the side without taking the lace off, wanting to savour the pretty pink against Jimin’s supple skin. The pink buttplug pulses as Jimin sucks it in periodically. Yoongi can't help but lick his lips, at the sight.

He first pulls out the plug, twisting it before plunging it back in, making Jimin cry.

“Y-Yoongi more…”

“So impatient, baby. Leave it to me, I’ll make you feel so good your larynx will be sore in a second.”

Yoongi bends down to lick where the rim meets the plug, moving the rod in circles as he does, further reducing Jimin into a moaning mess.

“Y-Yoongi need you! Honey n-need your cock in me d-deep.”

Fuck. His Jimin was really a piece of work.

“Baby, you turn me on so much, I swear. I’ll never get enough of you.”

The praise has Jimin leaking precum onto the sheets. He loves it the most when Yoongi compliments him, ravels in being able to make Yoongi just as horny for him as he is for the elder.

Pulling the plug out slowly, Yoongi slicks up his length with lube, rubbing it teasingly over Jimin’s stretched out hole as soon as the plastic device is out.

“You’re so ready for me baby. I could just fuck you right now. You want that?”

“Y-yes Yoongi please! Pound into me hard-”

“Baby, i'm gonna break you like a large non-polar substance breaks a phospholipid bilayer!”

“God yes to whatever the fuck that is- Ahh! Oohh yess! Mmmn!”

Yoongi pushes his throbbing cock in slowly, being careful not to hurt his precious babyboy. He knows Jimin is well-stretched but he’s thick and he’d rather get blue balls than hurt his cutie.

Once the full length is in all the way, Yoongi begins a series of low thrusts, only quickening the pace when Jimin screams for more.

“Y-Yoongi yes! R-Right there! Honey fuck me there! Oohhh yeah…”

Yoongi places a palm against Jimin’s upper back, pushing him gently into the mattress, the other hand rests on the younger’s hip, holding Jimin up as he pounds repeatedly into the tight, pliant hole.

The lewd slapping of Yoongi’s pelvis against Jimin’s ass echoes through the room as the two men draw even closer to their peak.

“Y-Yoongiiii!” Jimin draws out the name as he comes all over the sheets below him. The involuntary clenching of his anus as Yoongi chases his high, rapidly fucking into Jimin’s abused prostate, sends the older male over the edge soon after with a sexy groan.

They collapse onto the soaked bed, cuddling as they panted from exertion. Yoongi moves to pull Jimin close by the shoulder, planting a light kiss on the younger's sweaty forehead.

“You must be a cell, cause my DNA is all in you.”

Jimin sighs. “I lab you.”

“I know.”

“You know.”

(The next morning at the breakfast table.

“Papa? Whats a… phospholipid bilayer?”

Yoongi promptly chokes on his black coffee while Jimin stutters over his words.

“A-Ask your Daddy, Sweetie. Papa’s not the scientist.”

Yoongi clears his throat before explaining in a deadpan manner, “The lipid bilayer is a thin polar membrane made of two layers of lipid molecules. These membranes are flat sheets that form a continuous barrier around all cells-”

“It’s ok, I don’t wanna know anymore,” Jungkook interrupts as he stuffs the last of his pancakes and runs back up the stairs to his room, oblivious to both his parents’ sigh of relief.)