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65 million years ago an asteroid the size of Manhattan struck just off the Yucatan peninsula in modern day Mexico. But it wasn't the strike that killed the dinosaurs and nearly all life on earth, but the resulting cloud cover that spanned the globe for decades. Plants and animal alike suffered from the hydrocarbons that had been launched into the atmosphere.
It's something Jimin always thought about when it rained. If the sky forever remained cloudy, would humans survive? Or would they suffer the same fate as dinosaurs. Maybe humans could survive with their technology and creating synthetic sunlight, but Jimin didn't think he could survive in a world without the sun, where it rained down ash and soot for weeks on end. So it isn't unusual for people to be sad about the rain or when it's cloudy, but Jimin's reasons were a little different.
It's why he was pouting as they drove over the state line between Wisconsin and Minnesota. They'd picked up the car the night before after dinner and left well before the sun rose or the rain started to fall. Jimin didn't remember driving through Madison as it had been dark and the world was still asleep. Jimin kind of wished he was asleep still, because in his dreams he and Yoongi had been smiling and laughing together. But in reality, neither of them were talking.
Jimin didn't think it was because of the kissing. It couldn't be. They'd practiced for a while, then went to dinner. The auto shop had sent someone to give them a ride down to pay for the work done and pick up the car. They'd been okay even then, still talking, still chatting. Even when they got back to the hotel, they went to sleep on their opposite ends.
Maybe it was because when Jimin woke up, he had rolled into the middle of the bed and Yoongi had met him there, and Yoongi was pressed against his back, an arm around his middle. Jimin had maybe panicked for a second about it, but he didn't really mind how Yoongi was breathing against the back of his neck, his body a warm heavy blanket that smelled good. So, so good.
But then Yoongi had groaned and stirred into being awake and flinched backward when he noticed their position and Jimin didn't know why. He didn't understand why Yoongi seemed to always reach for him then turn away like he'd been burned. Why their kissing had been so good but Yoongi always looked so sad. Jimin didn't understand and Yoongi just acted as if nothing was wrong.
Maybe that was why they were so quiet the nearly five hours it took to get the the state line. Jimin didn't even mind the weird music Yoongi was playing, just lost in thought as he looked out at the wet, dreary landscape. That was the other thing about rain and clouds. Without the sun, everything looked like it was a shade of grey, and about as sad as Jimin felt.
But Jimin wasn't sure if his sadness was purely from the rain this time. He was pretty sure it wasn't, that it had something to do with Yoongi. Not talking to Yoongi wasn't that weird. Sometimes they had gone days without speaking a word to each other despite cohabitating the same space. But this was different wasn't it? They were barely two feet apart in the sedan. Sometimes Yoongi's elbow would hit his when he reached for his bottle of water. He could hear Yoongi breathing, every time he let out a dissatisfied sigh, or cleared his throat or made any noise at all that wasn't talking to Jimin. Yoongi didn't usually ignore him for this long. Always striking up the conversation first, always pointing something out to Jimin, always glancing over at him and smiling. But not today. Today was different.
Maybe it was the rain.
At some point, the steady drumbeat of rain on the windshield and the wipers flicking back and forth had lulled Jimin into a doze. He wasn't necessarily asleep, could still hear everything around him, but it was like he was far removed from it all.
"Jimin?" Yoongi whispered, and Jimin feigned sleep, not sure he wanted to speak to Yoongi yet. "I know you're not really asleep Jimin."
Grumbling, Jimin opened his eyes and sat up, stretching out his limbs as best he could. "How do you know I wasn't asleep?" he asked petulantly.
"Because you sleep with your mouth open," Yoongi replied. "You wanna stop for food soon?"
"I could eat," Jimin nodded, looking back out the window again. "I don't drool, do i?"
"No, I haven't seen you drool," Yoongi chuckled softly. "What is it you've been thinking about over there? You look so… depressed."
"Not depressed, just sad," Jimin said, resting his elbow on the window ledge, his chin in his palm. "Rain always makes me sad."
"Ah," Yoongi nodded, but he didn't follow up with anymore questions so Jimin closed his eyes again to doze.
They stopped and got fast food again, because Yoongi wanted to make up some time and get to North Dakota before they called it a night. That was almost twelve hours of driving, but they had to. It was going to take the same amount of time to go from Bismarck to the dinosaur camp. They were cutting it close and still have enough time to drive back as it was.
They made short pit stops along the way so Yoongi could stretch his legs and get gas and buy more snacks. The tension in the car seemed to ease after that first half of the day, and Jimin smiled when the sun came out and the rain clouds receded behind them. North Dakota was about as boring as Jimin imagined, just a little colder and a little more hilly.
"This isn't Nebraska," Yoongi had laughed at him when he said something. "You have said the same thing about every state we've gone through. It's boring, there's so much corn, too many trees you can't see anything."
"Well, I'm not wrong am I?" Jimin pouted. "You see pictures of america and you see wide open landscapes and mountains and pretty rivers. So far all I've seen is corn and a few dead deer on the side of the road."
"Of course those are the best bites outsiders see, that's for the tourism," Yoongi said, shaking his head. "Not everywhere in Korea is traditional houses or the heart of Itaewon right?"
"No," Jimin made a face at him. "Of course not. Have you even been to Korea?"
"A few times, yes," Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I have family there, just like most second generationers do. So, I know that Korea isn't all high tech cities like Seoul, or traditional houses in the mountains. It's not so different from the states, you're just seeing most of it from the highway."
"If you say so," Jimin hummed, leaning back in his seat. "I guess Minneapolis wasn't so bad. Chicago either. Except for the roads. But the rest of the states are boring."
"Sorry my country doesn't excite you," Yoongi sighed. "Most of the fun and exciting places are on the coasts anyway. Boston, New York, Los Angeles; those are exciting places. The fly over states have good and bad places, but mostly a lot of corn."
"And cows," Jimin pointed out the window and black and white spotted cows dotting a field. "And horses! Oh and what is that," Jimin squinted. "An ostrich? Here?"
"I hear the meat's good," Yoongi chuckled. "See? Farm country isn't boring."
"Most of it is," Jimin corrected. "But I guess the cows and ostriches are neat."
It was nice being able to chat back and forth with Yoongi again, the afternoon drifting into evening as they crossed North Dakota. They'd passed Bismark only a half hour ago when Yoongi pulled over into what Jimin thought was another rest area. But he didn't see the usual building for bathrooms and maps. What he saw was a lake and a few other cars parked.
"What is this?" Jimin frowned when Yoongi put the car in park.
"Said some kind of scenic spot," Yoongi said, stretching out his back. "But I needed to stop. We should have got a hotel in Bismarck, I don't know how much longer I can keep driving."
Jimin opened his dark and slid out, breathing in the night air. "Well we can stop here for a minute?"
"Yeah, my leg's cramping," Yoongi said, getting out as well. "Wow, look," he nodded upward at the stars and Jimin gasped. They hadn't done much night driving and most of the time there'd been too many clouds to see the sky. But here, out in the middle of nowhere, the sky was it up with stars. The kinds of stars you didn't even see back home. No light pollution, no buildings, just the sky.
"Oh, oh wow," Jimin leaned up against the car to lean back. "This is amazing."
"I grew up in the city, you don't see stars like this in the city," Yoongi said. "You know, that's something I've never done? Slept under the stars, like camping."
Jimin blinked and looked at him. "Let's do it, right here," he said with a grin. "We got blankets. And if it gets too cold we can sleep in the car."
"I don't know, the ground is…" Yoongi turned to look at him, and whatever argument he had died on his tongue. He smiled, shaking his head a little. "I'm going to regret it tomorrow. You're going to regret it tomorrow."
"I've slept on the ground before, I can handle it," Jimin snickered.
"Okay, fine," Yoongi looked around, his brow furrowed. "I don't really wanna sleep this close to the highway though. Look, there's a road over there," he pointed. "The highway exit is just right there, I bet we can get to this road from there and find somewhere."
Jimin agreed and they climbed back in the car. Jimin felt giddy as Yoongi started the car up and merged back onto the highway before getting off. It took a bit of time navigating the roads, but they found what looked like a makeshift campsite for tents and RVs. It was perfect spot to park, and lay out a couple of blankets on the ground beside the car.
"You know, even with the shit in Wisconsin, this has been a really great trip," Yoongi said as they lay there, shoulder to shoulder. "I'm glad you made me do this."
"You said that before," Jimin snickered softly. "Can we agree that Wisconsin is a place we never speak of and never return to?"
"I can agree to that," Yoongi nodded, holding up his pinky. Jimin linked his with Yoongi's and they sealed the promise with their thumbs.
"I meant just about the whole car fiasco, not um… the other stuff," Yoongi said. Jimin turned his head to look at him, just barely making out his profile in the dark. "I mean the um… the kissing stuff. That was okay. Right? The practice?"
Jimin felt that weird bubbling in his chest again at the mere mention of it. "Yeah, practice was good," Jimin said. "Um, do you… do you want to practice again?"
"If you do," Yoongi whispered, finally looking at him. "Can I?"
Nodding, Jimin met Yoongi's lips with his own and groaned softly. Kissing Yoongi was an experience he never wanted to forget. He moved at a languid pace but there was such intensity to how he held Jimin, how he seemed to know which way to move, to bite, to tease him.
Jimin was finding it hard to even want to stop, not when Yoongi was running his hand down Jimin's side to his thigh and rolling slightly on top of him, Jimin wasn't sure what to do but spread his legs slightly to give Yoongi room. He moaned at the sudden friction, his eyes snapping to look up at Yoongi who was staring down into his eyes.
"Sorry," Yoongi murmured, diving back in for another kiss and maybe Jimin didn't mind so much when he did it again. Nor did he mind when Yoongi's lips had moved to mouth at his jaw and to his neck. Was this still practise? Maybe this was practicing to get used to what would happen if things went further. Jimin wasn't really going to stop Yoongi either way because it felt so good.
"Yoongi," Jimin whimpered at how Yoongi was grinding against him slightly. Jimin's fingers had curled into his hair but held him loosely because Yoongi was trailing his lips down and down and Jimin wanted to haul him back up to kiss him again but he kind of also wanted to see what was going to happen.
Not once did he think of stopping, or that this was going beyond what he thought they were as friends. Not once, even as Yoongi was unbuttoning his pants and nudging them down slightly did he think that this was too much. Yoongi slid his hands down into his underwear and Jimin whimpered a little louder. Yoongi already had his mouth around, slowly bobbing his head. Jimin clamped both hands over his mouth to keep from crying out like he wanted, because who knew how sound would carry. But he didn't once tell Yoongi to stop, because it felt so, so good.
So good it was almost embarrassing how quickly he came, not even enough time to push Yoongi off but he took it all in stride and pulled away. Their eyes met again and it was unclear what Yoongi was thinking. A little afraid maybe?
"Shit, shit I'm sorry," Yoongi whispered, sitting up and looking away. "I'm sorry, I should have… I didn't even ask."
JImin, feeling more than a little exposed, tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled his pants back up. "It's okay, I'm okay," he said gently. "I um, I liked it. It was okay."
"Still, I should have asked," Yoongi said, taking a breath. "It's kind of cold out, why don't you sleep in the car."
"I don't want to sleep in the car," Jimin said. "Not unless you do."
Yoongi looked back at him again, that furtive look to his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm… more than okay," Jimin nodded, reaching out to touch Yoongi's shoulder. "Can you teach me how to do that too?"
"No, Jimin, no," Yoongi shook his head hard. "It's wrong. You love Namjoon, you're going to go confess to him. I can't. I can't let you do that. No matter… No."
"Oh," Jimin pulled his hand away and looked up at the stars again. Namjoon. Right.
Neither of them said anything for a long while, just listening to the crickets and frogs in the late evening air.
"I'm sorry Jimin, I shouldn't have encouraged this kissing practice," Yoongi said softly. "It probably confused you. Let's get some sleep, got another long drive tomorrow."
Jimin nodded, slowly laying back down. He could tell Yoongi stayed up for a while longer, but when he finally lay down he turned on to his side away from Jimin. Jimin watched his back, wanting nothing more than to reach out and curl around him. This didn't feel right. Something was tumbling it's way around Jimin's mind but he couldn't quite get a grasp on what it was yet. Something was wrong.
Jimin awoke to Yoongi shaking his shoulder, telling him to get up. It was still dark out, and Jimin groaned in protest but sat up. It was going to be another long day and his back was protesting at sleeping on what felt like a rock all night. He got up and stretched out his arms, glancing at Yoongi who was already starting the car.
"I stink," Jimin said, once they'd got the car packed up and sat down in his seat. Yoongi handed him a bag of chips and a bottle of water from their supplies, but said nothing. "We should have thought about a hotel, cause now we're going to be on the road for hours and we slept on the ground."
Again, no response. Yoongi's face was a mask of indifference, barely waiting for Jimin to buckle his seat belt before driving off.
No matter how often Jimin tried to start up a conversation, Yoongi didn't reply. Not even direct questions like if he slept okay, if he was okay. Was he hungry? Should they stop at a gas station? Nothing. It was like Jimin was a ghost and completely invisible.
Yoongi was mad. A kind of mad Jimin hadn't seen yet. The quiet, volatile mad that would bubble up like a volcano and explode at some future time. Jimin wished nothing more than to run and hide, but they were trapped in the car for hours. Jimin half expected Yoongi to drive back east, to go home after what had happened. Jimin gave up after a couple of hours, just hunkering down in his seat and resting his forehead against the glass.
If Jimin thought time would help, he was wrong. Yoongi said nothing for hours. Not even when they stopped at a gas station. Not even when he bought snacks and wordlessly passed Jimin some before they got back on the highway. So, he wasn't completely invisible, but not worth talking to.
Jimin wanted to cry, but he didn't know why he wanted to cry. Was Yoongi mad that Jimin had asked? Wa Yoongi mad he let himself go that far? Was he mad that Jimin had let him? That Jimin had wanted it? Or was he mad that he had to be stuck in this car with Jimin for days still.
It wasn't until they were in the eighth hour of their ride, well into Montana at that point and getting closer and closer to Namjoon that Yoongi finally responded to something.
Jimin had been going on for the past twenty minutes, crying and babbling about how sorry he was. That he just wanted Yoongi to say something.
"Why did you do it?" Jimin asked in a whisper. "If it was so bad, why do it?"
"Because I wanted to," Yoongi said, his voice hoarse. "I shouldn't have. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything- I wouldn't try to do anything with you because-"
Jimin waited, but Yoongi didn't say anything else. His lips pursed and that was it. Jimin wiped at his eyes and turned over in his seat so he didn't even have to look at Yoongi again.
"I'm sorry," Jimin said, closing his eyes. "I liked it Yoongi. You didn't do anything wrong."
The car jolted and Jimin screamed as it came to a halt in the middle of the highway. Jimin whipped around to see Yoongi was throwing the car in park and getting out. There were no other cars on the road luckily as Yoongi walked away from the car. Jimin unbuckled his seat belt, climbing out.
"Where are you going?" Jimin called after him. "Yoongi!"
"I need a second!" Yoongi shouted back at him. He kicked at rocks and dirt and even a scrub of bushes on the side of the road before coming back. He had that look he'd had when the car had crashed. That fury, that rage, and anger. "In two hours, you're going to see Namjoon and tell him you love him, right?"
"Yes," Jimin blanched at how sharp Yoongi's tone was.
"So, you tell him that on the way here, to see him, that you let some guy suck your dick and make out with your, and that you wanted to suck some other guys dick to practice, you don't think he'd be upset about that?" Yoongi was still shouting. "You don't think that's fucked up?"
The weight in Jimin's stomach dropped to his knees and he felt himself buckling under the weight. Oh.
"Oh, now you do?" Yoongi snarled at him. "Now you realize how fucked this all is?"
"I didn't… I didn't think about it like that," Jimin whispered, his voice shaky. "I just… I was just so comfortable with you and it felt so natural and oh my god." Jimin covered his mouth with his hands and sat down slowly onto his seat again. "What did I do?"
"No, it's not what you did, it's what I did," Yoongi said, still angry, still combative. "I let it happen because I'm so-" He growled, kicking the tire and storming off again.
Jimin wasn't really registering what he was saying, his mind stuck like a broken record skipping at the same spot over and over again. He'd kissed someone else, let someone else blow him, had offered... all the while not thinking of Namjoon. How much time had he spent even thinking of Namjoon? Not a lot, to be honest. Maybe at the beginning, the first few hours. But those thoughts had slowly been replaced by Yoongi. Only of Yoongi. His smile, his laugh, the times they'd had fun together. This entire trip had been thinking about Yoongi.
"Oh," Jimin's eyes widened and he looked back at Yoongi who had stopped in the middle of the road, his hands on his hips and his head bowed. Yoongi. Who had been so easily convinced to drive him here, who had done everything to make Jimin happy, who was always there when he needed him.
"Yoongi?" Jimin stood up again, wiping his tears away. "We need to go. Now."
Yoongi looked over his shoulder at him, a hard glint in his eyes. "Give me a minute."
"That's fine, but we really need to get this done," Jimin said. "We'll need to be back on the road in the morning so we can't-"
"For fuck's sake Jimin," Yoongi had turned and was stomping towards him. "I know you can't wait to get to your best friend-"
"Right, my best friend," Jimin cut him off. "We need to go."
Yoongi was looking at him strangely, but shook his head and walked back to the other side of the car and got in.
Yoongi drove like a man on a one way mission to hell. He sped, he whipped around what few other vehicles there were on the road, and basically scared the shit out of Jimin. He knew Yoongi was mad, he knew Yoongi hated him right then. But Jimin knew what he was doing. He held onto the door handle with white knuckles and just watched the road in front of them. Nothing else was needed to be said until afterward.
What was supposed to have been another three hours driving, they made it to the Two Lakes dig site in half the time. Well, almost there. Yoongi stopped far short of the parking area, his hands tightly clinging to the steering wheel.
"I'll be waiting here. If you're not back in an hour, I'm going home without you," Yoongi said, his voice flat.
Jimin nodded, getting out and shutting the door. He wasn't going to need an hour.
The trek up the hill and to the dig site was dusty and hot, but luckily it was easy to spot who he was looking for. Namjoon had on one of those ridiculous straw hats, and was smiling at another man next to him as they walked towards where Jimin was standing. He looked good. Tan, happy, and covered in dirt.
Jimin had imagined this moment when they first set out on the trip, but in his imaginary scenario, he was yelling Namjoon's name and running towards him. He'd throw open his arms and Namjoon would catch him in surprise. Then he'd tell Namjoon that he loved him, and Namjoon would smile and say he loved him too and then they would kiss as the sun went down.
But that's not what happened. What happened is Jimin waited at the top of the hill until Namjoon looked up and squinted at him.
"Jimin?" Namjoon said, his steps slowly before picking up and walking hurriedly toward him. The man with Namjoon looked confused but followed after. "Is that you?"
"Hey, Joon," Jimin nodded, smiling so brightly at him. "It's me. Surprise."
"What…? What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked, pushing the hat off of his head as he got close and pulled Jimin into a hug. By the way Namjoon smelled it didn't really matter that Jimin hadn't taken a shower that morning.
"I have… I have something to tell you," Jimin said, pushing out of Namjoon's hug. "See, when you called? I couldn't really hear you, but I heard enough that I knew you had met someone and you were going back to Korea, don't interrupt," he said seeing Namjoon about to say something, "so I made Yoongi, my roommate? I made him drive me here. Because I thought I was in love with you and I couldn't just let you go like that. I panicked and thought you were leaving me.
"And we left the next morning, drove all the way here," Jimin continued, feeling a little manic with how he was rambling, "and we crashed once, but we're okay. And Yoongi was- Yoongi is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time and you know why? Because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have realized that I was in love. But not with you. You're my best friend. I don't want to kiss you. Or suck your dick. Or grow old with you and watch the stars at night. You're my best friend, but you're not who I'm in love with."
Namjoon let out a sigh, a sad smile pulling on his lips. "I know, and it's good you know that," he said softly. "You're my best friend too, but I never thought of you that way. And I know you didn't think of me that way. But Min, I'm not going back home to stay. I'm going for a couple of weeks during the summer to sit in on some lectures. I'm not leaving you."
"Oh," Jimin blinked at him. "Well that makes more sense. I think."
"And I did meet someone, his name's Seokjin and he's one of the Professors from Seoul," Namjoon said, glancing at the man beside him. "But we're just friends."
"He's lying," Seokjin said, smiling brightly at Jimin. "Hi, nice to meet you Jimin, Namjoon won't shut up about you. Kind of kills the mood sometimes when I'm giving him head and he's talking about how you and him used to draw dinosaur pictures together."
"Jin," Namjoon flushed, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Anyway, Jimin. If you knew this, then why are you here?"
"Because I didn't figure it out until about an hour and a half ago," Jimin said sheepishly. "And Yoongi is… he's mad. At me. Because of things. But I needed to tell you, because hell I was here so I had to tell my best friend first that I was in love."
"Well, I'm glad, but maybe you should tell him," Namjoon said. "I think he'll want to hear it more than me. But hey, I'm glad you finally figured it out. I could tell you two had something a while ago."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Jimin pouted at him. "Could have saved me hundreds of dollars and my spring break."
"That wasn't really my place to say anything Min," Namjoon chuckled. "You two had to work it out."
"Yeah, I still need to do that," Jimin nodded. "It was very nice meeting you Seokjin. But I need to go and convince someone to not be mad at me."
"Good luck," Namjoon said with that fond smile that Jimin loved. Cause Jimin did love Namjoon, always would.
Jimin turned to head back to the car, but stopped a few feet away. "Oh, um, depending on how this goes, I'm probably not going to be your roommate next year like we planned."
"Kind of figured that," Namjoon laughed. He had his arm around Seokjin's shoulder and was pulling his hat back on. Jimin gave a little wave and ran to the car.
But Yoongi wasn't in the car. He'd parked at the side of the road and Jimin couldn't see him until he walked around the car and found him sitting on the hill down into a gulley. He looked up when Jimin rounded the corner, frowning at him.
"Well?" Yoongi asked, his eyes still burning.
"Well, I told him what I needed to say," Jimin said, sitting down next to him. "And he wished me luck."
Yoong blinked in confusion and Jimin just smiled at him. "Yoongi, I don't love Namjoon," he said and for a brief second he was sure Yoongi was going to murder him so he pushed right on. "I thought I did, but really he's my best friend and I was scared I was losing the one person I had in my life. I didn't want to be alone. But I don't love him like that. Never have. No, but I do love someone. Someone who was selfless enough to chaufer me across the country. Someone who buys me the snacks I like even when he's mad at me. Someone who let me kiss him for practice, even if it probably killed him inside."
Jimin watched Yoongi's expression soften, his eyes tearing up. Jimin could tell he wanted to say something but Jimin wasn't letting him. He'd said more than enough already.
"I fell in love with someone, and I didn't even know it, because I've never known someone who was so much to me, so quickly," Jimin said, shifting forward to cup Yoongi's cheeks in his hands. "I love you, you stupid selfless idiot. I love you."
"Dammit Jimin," Yoongi's voice cracked and wavered. "I wanna be so mad at you, but I love you so much that I can't. Can I kiss you now?"
"Please," Jimin nodded and met his kiss that was so soft but so intense and it was everything Yoongi. "You don't have to ask to kiss me again," he whispered against Yoongi's lips.
"What, we're not going to practice anymore?" Yoongi teased and Jimin couldn't help but laugh at him and kiss him again. And again. And again as many times as Jimin wanted.
The sun went down as they kissed, so they climbed into the car and went back to the nearest town to find a hotel that had room. It was an even worse place than Cleveland, but it had a bed they could spread their own blankets on and a shower to wash up in.
But mostly it had a bed where they could lay down and kiss and kiss and kiss some more.
"Did you know dinosaurs had feathers?" Jimin whispered as they curled up together late into the night. "Like the velociraptor from the movies, it had feathers. They found a fossil record of one with feathers imprinted into the stone."
"How come they didn't have them in the movie then?" Yoongi asked, running his fingers up and down Jimin's arm.
"Because the movie came out in '93 before they discovered it," Jimin said. "Then retconned it to say it was because of the amphibian DNA they modified the dinosaur genome with. That's why the later movies they have scales and not feathers. But! Feathers are actually just a modified version of scales which is why-"
Yoongi shut him up with a kiss, and Jimin didn't really mind that much.
They still had a long ride back home and school and a thesis to get back to, but Jimin didn't mind. Not when he got to lean against Yoongi's shoulder, or hold his hand, or kiss him silly in the hotel, or be taught how to give the best blow job in that hotel in Des Moines. It was all worth it to come back home, road sore and weary to fall into bed with Yoongi, to let Yoongi strip him out of his clothes and fuck him slowly. It was all worth it. Every single second.
(Except maybe driving in Chicago, that he could have done without).