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I.

The first time is an accident. That doesn't stop Yoongi feeling any less awful about it however.

They've been dating for five months now. Five blissful months filled with sweet kisses and gentle touches, lazy afternoon naps in the sun and falling asleep at 2am curled around each other bathed in the soft light from the string of fairy lights above the bed, music gently filtering through Yoongi's bedside speakers. Five months learning each others likes and dislikes, quirks, habits, fears.

Their friends had all been a strange mix of shocked, surprised and confused they announced they were a thing just a few weeks ago.

"Jimin and Yoongi!? But they're so..." Tae had trailed off.

"Different," Jeongguk had finished.

Hoseok had sat in the booth at their regular dive bar nodding and staring, wide eyed, at their laced fingers sitting on top of the sticky table.

Well, most of their friends. Namjoon, however had just smiled knowingly, turning to elbow Seokjin in the ribs, who had just rolled his eyes.

And Jeongguk wasn't wrong. But, opposites attract, right?

So, five months in and Yoongi can't believe how lucky he is. His relationship with Jimin is unlike anything he's ever experienced. Where Yoongi's past relationships had been heavy, hot and intense, Jimin is slow, gentle. Patient. He balances Yoongi out, complements his sharp angles with his own soft edges.

Jimin is also... inexperienced. Well, in comparison to Yoongi, who wouldn't say he's an expert in all things sex and relationships but, he has a few years on Jimin in which time, he’s been around the block.

So, he wasn't exactly surprised when Jimin had confessed, nervously biting at his nails, to Yoongi on their third date (hidden away in a nook at the little old cafe/bookstore they had stumbled upon, that had since become their place), that he had only slept with one person before. A grand total of three times. And that he perhaps wanted to wait a while before... you know. Yoongi had taken his hands in his and smiled. Promised Jimin there was no pressure, no rush and absolutely no expectations.

"I- uh. I like you. A lot."

It has been Yoongi's turn to confess. He remembers feeling the tips of his ears heat up in embarrassment.

"Like a lot. I'll wait until you're ready. We can take things at your pace."

Jimin had smiled back softly, leant across the rickety, unbalanced table and pressed his lips gently to Yoongi's.

After weeks of fooling around, during which Yoongi couldn’t help but feel like a overexcited and inexperienced teenager again, Jimin had felt ready. Their first time had been... awkward at first. Jimin was clearly nervous which made Yoongi nervous and so the whole thing seemed to be a write off until Yoongi sneezed in Jimin’s face and they both burst out into nervous giggles.

After that, the mood had shifted and they had fallen into each other easily, soft breathy laughs turning into quiet moans, trembling fingers becoming firmly gripped in the sheets.

And so they continued to learn their way around each other, comfortable and content in each other’s company. The sex is good - gentle and loving. For the first time in Yoongi’s life it feels different. Meaningful, special (god, Jimin was making him go so soft).

Which is why he can’t believe he slips up the way he does.

Jimin is underneath him, folded practically in half and breathing shallowly. His pink hair is plastered to his forehead, his cheeks flushed an identical shade. His eyes flutter shut and he looks just...stunning. Yoongi is getting close and he can tell Jimin is too, is closer than him, his breathing stuttering and his moans growing louder as he wraps a hand around himself. Yoongi pushes up from where he was resting on his forearms either side of Jimin’s head, taking his lips away from where they had been leaving a wet trail up Jimin’s neck. He moves his one hand to the back of Jimin’s thigh, the other to cup his cheek, thumb running across his lips. He wants a good view of what he knows is only seconds away. Jimin is tightening around him and he feels so much as he looks down at him, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Y-Yoongi...” Jimin breathes, opening his eyes to look up at him and he looks completely gone.

“Please...I’m so s-so-“ he opens his lips where Yoongi’s thumb rests and takes it into his mouth, sucking at the digit, gently at first then, out of nowhere sucking hard and biting down softly.

Yoongi’s orgasm takes him completely by surprise as something in him snaps at the feeling of Jimin’s mouth on him, and he screws his eyes shut as he comes harder than he has in years, white exploding behind his eyelids.

He comes back to himself seconds later, panting as if he’s just run a marathon, liquid pleasure running through his body. Jimin is oddly still and quiet below him and that is when he notices, horror seeping into his stomach, that his hand has shifted, thumb no longer in Jimin’s mouth. He looks down, Jimin looking up at him, wide eyed, as Yoongi removes his hand from where it had moved, clasped around Jimin’s throat, drawing it away quickly as if he’d been burnt.

He sits back, hastily pulling out of Jimin, movements panicked. He feels bile rising in his throat, moments away from being physically sick. He can’t think, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Jimin, fuck. Fuck! I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay?”

He feels panic coursing through his entire being as he stands from the bed, completely naked and hands shaking, not knowing what do with himself. He wants to be as far away from Jimin as possible to show he won’t harm him further after this gross misuse of his trust. He can’t believe he just did that to him. Jimin just stares at him from the bed, unblinking.

“God, I didn’t even notice. I don’t know what happened. Please say you’re okay. Are you okay?”

“Hyung,” Jimin finally starts, sitting up and face blank as he peers at Yoongi, “I’m fine. Are you okay?” It feels wrong for Jimin to be asking him how he is. He’s the scumbag here, he has no right to be considering his own feelings now when... He puts his head in his hands, letting out an anguished sound.

“Yoongi, Hyung, come back here. I’m okay, I promise.”

Yoongi just stands at the end of the bed, shame washing over him. He can’t go back to the bed, can’t look at Jimin. Why he isn’t sobbing in fear or screaming in anger at Yoongi for his actions is beyond him, he has every right to.

“Please. Baby, it’s okay. I’m okay. We’re okay.” Yoongi looks up at these words and Jimin’s face is soft, concern written all over it and his hand outstretched to Yoongi. “Come back to bed.”

And so he does, taking Jimin’s hand cautiously with his head lowered, looking and feeling like a dog caught doing something it knows it shouldn’t. Jimin pulls him in, wrapping his arms around him as they sit on the bed, both still stark naked and shivering, each for different reasons.

“Come on, get back in the bed,” says Jimin, as he lays them both down and pulls the covers over them, disregarding the sweat and come from what was pretty great sex until Yoongi went and ruined it. Ruined everything? Is Jimin going to break up with him? Tell all their friends he’s a piece of shit who chokes people in bed without their consent?

They lay down facing each other, Jimin bringing his hand up to cup Yoongi’s cheek. He leans up and presses a kiss to his forehead, and keeps his mouth there. Yoongi can feel his soft, warm breath against his skin and it calms him, brings him back down.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“I just. Don’t know what happened.”

His forehead creases and Jimin coos, smoothing it out with another kiss.

“It’s okay. It was a mistake. You’re okay. I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.” Jimin is too good to him. Yoongi should be reassuring him, looking after him. He draws back, looking him in the eyes, searching for any signs of anger or fear. Instead he just sees Jimin, his Jimin.

Jimin stares back, and slowly a smile spreads across his face, creasing his eyes into crescents. Yoongi melts and presses his lips to his. Slow and gentle.

“We’re good,” Yoongi murmurs against his lips.

“Always,” he feels, more than hears.

Yoongi tucks his head into the crease of Jimin’s neck and shoulder, leaving a small trail of kisses along it as both their eyelids grow heavy.

Sleep comes easy.

It’s not until he stumbles half asleep to the bathroom at 4am that he realises that they hadn’t cleaned up and that Jimin’s stomach had been covered in come after Yoongi’s... moment. But Yoongi had come inside Jimin. So that was his own come. Jimin had come even though Yoongi had...

Yoongi tries not to think too hard about it and slips back into his bed, wrapping his arm around his still sleeping boyfriend.

II.

The second time isn’t an accident, but it isn’t exactly great either.

After Yoongi’s...slip up, they don’t talk about it. They should, but by the next morning, all thought of a serious discussion is thrown out the window when Jimin can’t find his keys, and therefore his keys to the dance studio, and has a minor breakdown laying on the floor of Yoongi’s minuscule kitchen, whining and running through every worst-case (and impossible) scenario that could result in him having lost the keys for good this time. All the while Yoongi is left to look for them, shockingly finding them not a foot away from where they should’ve been all along. He leans over Jimin, his face upside down and dangles them over him.

Without opening his eyes Jimin breaks out into a guilty, cheeky grin. Yoongi drops them unceremoniously on his chest and shoos him out the door, but not before a kiss (or three).

That night when Yoongi finally makes it to Jimin’s after a long day of staring at his screen and getting approximately nothing accomplished, he’s tired and grumpy and any thought of addressing what happened seems more than he can physically and mentally handle right now. And Jimin seems okay so? Maybe they could just forget it happened, because he sure as hell won’t be letting it happen again.

The prospect of bringing it up to Jimin, explaining why he did it is also...complicated. Because he knows why. Yoongi had been single for almost 11 months before he and Jimin started dating, but before then he’d been with his ex for at least 8 months and. Well. Their sex life was nothing like his and Jimin’s. Perhaps Yoongi has been holding back with Jimin, hasn’t been overly forthcoming with what his habits in the bedroom usually are. But he was totally cool with that! He’d made a promise to take it slow and he was going to respect Jimin's wishes. Just because Yoongi is into a bit of choking, hair pulling and some light spanking here and there doesn’t mean they’re imperative to him getting off.

In fact, sex with Jimin has been a whole new experience for him, rewarding and enjoyable in a new innocent way, something he didn’t think he’d ever experience, or enjoy for that matter. The last thing he wants it to put any expectations on Jimin, make him do something he isn’t comfortable with or think he’s not enough, not doing enough for Yoongi in the bedroom.

But what is Yoongi supposed to say? About that choking thing, I totally did that without thinking because my ex was really into and oh yeah, so am I?

Surely that just opens a whole different can of worms because what if Jimin takes that to mean Yoongi had been thinking about his ex while in bed with him. He hadn’t! He had just lost himself, for a moment. Slipped back into an old habit.

And he knows Jimin is taking things slow and gentle because he’s nervous, self conscious of the fact that Yoongi has a fair few notches on his bedpost whereas Jimin has only two. He doesn’t know what he likes, what he wants from sex and so it’s all been vanilla. Up ‘til now of course.

So, they don’t talk about it. Days pass, days turn into weeks and everything continues just as blissfully as it had been pre-incident.

Jimin spends most nights at Yoongi’s apartment, coming by after finishing up teaching his last class at his and Hoseok’s dance studio. When he’s not at Yoongi’s, Yoongi is at his. And on the occasional night they spend apart, they text the whole time, moaning about how much they miss each other.

Six months in, and Yoongi can safely say he’s happier, more content than he has ever been. One particularly lazy Sunday morning, he sits on his couch, watching Jimin dance around his apartment watering the numerous potted plants Yoongi has scattered around the place. Drops of water fly from the watering can as he twirls around gracefully, giggling when Yoongi claps at the impromptu performance. He bows comically, miming thanks to the imaginary audience that in his mind is clearly more than just Yoongi on the couch in his ratty pyjamas.

He sets the watering can down and heads to the kitchen as Yoongi smiles to himself, and absentmindedly picks up his phone to scroll through Twitter. He hears the gurgle of the coffee machine and isn’t surprised when a few minutes later Jimin plasters himself against Yoongi’s side on the couch, a mug of coffee in each hand. He hands one over to Yoongi, who takes it without looking up from his phone and he takes a sip. Hot and bitter, just how he likes it.

“Thanks babe, love you,” he says. Without even thinking. It just. Comes out. And he realises a second later when Jimin makes a small sound of surprise, the gravity of what he just said sinking in. He turns away from his phone and looks over at Jimin, whose face is closer than he expected it to be, his mouth forming an almost comical ‘o’ shape, eyebrows slightly raised and eyes wide.

But, he does. He does love Jimin and it’s not something that shocks him particularly. He can’t say he’s surprised it slipped out because he feels it in his very core, different to the other loves he’s felt before. Warmth and comfort. Home.

“Well now don’t act so surprised. It wasn’t exactly hard, falling for you,” he tries to play it off, all suave and cool, but feels his cheeks heating up all the same. He leans forward, presses his forehead against Jimin’s, who still looks surprised, but a hint of his signature cheeky grin forming on his lips.

“Love you,” he says again, whispered this time.

“I-I love you too,” Jimin whispers back, smile widening, spreading across his whole face. “Of course, of course. I love you too,” he says somewhat louder.

He leans back, takes back the coffee from Yoongi and places it on the small coffee table in front of them, along with his own. He leans back in, cupping Yoongi’s face in his small hands and practically yells through soft laughter, “I love you too, Min Yoongi!”

Yoongi grins back, a gummy smile he used to be embarrassed of, but finds himself using more and more these days (the cause of which is no mystery). Jimin practically pounces on Yoongi, pushing him back against the couch where they spend the next 15 minutes saying how much they love the other in between long, sweet kisses, each measurement of their love getting more and more ridiculous and harder to top.

The only thing that stops them from taking it, well further, is the knock at the door and an excited bark, signalling the arrival of Hoseok and Mickey for their Sunday morning walk and brunch. They hastily get dressed while Hoseok taps his foot impatiently and Mickey explores the apartment, almost knocking the half full watering can onto the PS4.

At brunch Hoseok complains relentlessly about still being single and that he misses them hanging out as he picks at his half eaten eggs benedict.

“What do you think we’re doing right now, Hyung?” Jimin laughs.

“Noooo I mean, having a good old shin dig. A night at the bar! Or even better, a house party!”

“Christ Seok, we’re not 21 anymore,” Yoongi shakes his head at his friend, but continues, “How about just the seven of us get together at my place for a few rounds? This Friday?” He turns to Jimin, “Do we have anything on Friday?”

“Nope! That sounds fun!” Jimin beams and kisses the tip of Yoongi’s nose.

“You two are disgusting. I miss when you only vaguely knew each other.”

“Sorry Seok-ah. But also, not sorry at all.” Yoongi presses a kiss to Jimin’s cheek, knowing how disgustingly domestic he’s being and loving every second of it.

So, thats how he find himself four beers deep on his own couch, quietly knocking back a fifth as his best friends shoot the shit loudly around him. Something sounding vaguely like One Direction plays softly over his speakers (god dammit Jeongguk), and the warm light from paper lanterns strung from the ceiling offsets the harsh glow of neon from outside his blinds. Jimin is seated on the floor, slotted between Yoongi’s spread thighs, head leaning against his knee as he laughs at some ridiculous story Tae is telling for the third time that night. Yoongi finds his hands in Jimin’s hair, carding through it gently. He turns his head and looks up at Yoongi, smiling. He’s had a few glasses of wine himself and his nose and cheeks are pink, hair ruffled from dancing to N*sync with Jin earlier (one of them was not-so-surprisingly a lot more composed than the other, regardless of the alcohol content in his system) and now, Yoongi’s fingers. Yoongi smiles fondly back at him and leans down, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Be right back,” he murmurs, almost drowned out by a sudden outburst of raucous laughter from Hoseok in the vague direction of the kitchen.

Jimin just nods and turns his attention back to Tae, but lets his fingers skim over the exposed skin of Yoongi’s knee, showing through his ripped jeans, as he stands.

In the kitchen he finds Hoseok, Jeongguk and Namjoon, each clearly a few beers ahead of him.

“Yoongs! Good to do this again, it’s been too long” Namjoon says as he claps Yoongi on the back, grinning widely, “Jin and I might make a move in a second though. It’s getting late and we’ve got breakfast with the ‘rents tomorrow,” the grin shifting into more of a grimace.

“Already been a month since the last court appointed visitation? Jeez, time flies,” Yoongi scoffs.

“Oh shut it. He doesn’t like it either, but he figures the more he brings me along to the family events the sooner they’ll get it through their heads we’re not just really close friends who also live together and share a bed, and the family will disown him just that bit quicker,” Namjoon sighs, the same old look of frustration crossing his face whenever Jin’s tense relationship with his family is broached.

“I know, Joon. I know. You’ll get there. Get home safe, okay? And good luck wrangling Jin-hyung, I’m not sure he’s ready to leave, especially since Jimin promised more dancing earlier.”

“Christ, well I’m definitely getting him out of here before he remembers.” He gives Yoongi a quick one armed hug and goes to do the same to Hoseok, bidding them goodnight.

“Actually I might bail too, I’m wrecked,” says Hoseok, though looking like his usual energetic self.

He waves his goodbyes to him and Jeongguk and goes to leave with Seokjin and Namjoon after saying farewell to the lot in the lounge.

“Alright if I crash here? All the busses are long gone,” Jeongguk asks as he picks at the label on his beer.

“Of course Guk. Couch is all yours.” Yoongi playfully punches him in the shoulder and Jeongguk looks up at him, a bashful smile on his face. Yoongi has known Jeongguk since before he would’ve been able to legally drink the beer in his hand, and feels so much fondness for the kid. He worries about him, feels like a parent or big brother sometimes. He’ll always be welcome on his couch.

“Thanks Hyung,” he says as pushes up from where he leans against the counter. “Shall we go see if Tae has fallen asleep yet?”

Yoongi scoffs but doesn’t object, its kind of Tae’s thing at parties.

However, in the lounge they find only Jimin, cleaning up empty glasses and bottles.

“Hey,” he smiles up at them, “Tae left with the others. Said something about a car boot sale and bell bottom jeans, so? Who knows. Said to say good bye to you both though.”

“Leave the cleaning for the morning babe, c’mon. Bed.” Yoongi yawns and stretches, further proving his point and making grabby hands at Jimin.

“You’ll be okay out here Guk? I can grab you more blankets?” Jimin looks concernedly over at Jeongguk.

“I’ll be fine! You two love birds get out of here and get some sleep,” he says as he flops onto the couch, already looking seconds away from sleep himself.

“Night Gukkie!” Jimin sings as he lets Yoongi take his hand to lead to the bedroom.

Yoongi waddles in, hit with another wave of exhaustion and using the last of his energy to kick off his jeans. Jimin is already in the bed by the time he extricates himself from the denim and he slides in behind him, taking his place as the big spoon like he knows Jimin is waiting for. Sure enough, he nuzzles back into him, sighing contentedly.

“‘Night. Love you,” Jimin breathes, already sounding half asleep.

They’ve both said it a lot in the week since Yoongi let it slip, but he’s not complaining.

“Love you too,” he whispers into the back of Jimin’s neck. He lets Jimin’s steady gentle breaths lull him to sleep.

He wakes to the loud click of a door closing and reaches out to see where Jimin had gone to, not yet ready to open his eyes. Puzzlingly, his hand finds him still asleep in the bed, practically whacking him in the chest. Yoongi open his eyes to Jimin’s resulting sleep-riddled groan.

“Babe,” he drawls, stretching his arms above his head, “What was that for?”

“Sorry, heard the door. Thought you went somewhere,” he mumbles, rolling over to plaster himself to Jimin’s side, resting his head on his chest.

“Mmm, Must’ve been Guk leaving.”

“Oh yeah. Forgot about him.” He looks up at Jimin and kisses at the underside of his jaw. “In which case...” he trails off, bringing his hand up to tease at the waistband of Jimin’s underwear.

Jimin grins down at him, suddenly looking a lot more awake, hair still mussed from a good nights sleep. He doesn’t reply, just leans down to capture Yoongi’s lips in a kiss that Yoongi expects to be slow and gentle, but to his surprise is somehow searing, intense. For the first time, well, ever, it feels like Jimin is kissing him, taking control. He actually lets out a squeak of surprise when Jimin pushes at his shoulder, rolling him on to his back to straddle his thighs, but not before removing both their underwear.

Jimin is hard and Yoongi certainly is too, somewhat taken aback by this shift in Jimin’s demeanour. Jimin leans down and kisses Yoongi again, hard and deep, panting against his lips. Yoongi feels floored and all he can do is kiss back, placing his hands on Jimin’s torso, bracketing him. He has absolutely no idea where this has come from but he kinda loves it.

Jimin stops kissing him, takes a deep shuddering breath and reaches toward Yoongi’s bedside table, rummaging around for the lube. It doesn’t take long for him to prep himself, reaching his hand behind himself as he sits atop Yoongi’s thighs, moaning above him, opening himself up as Yoongi just lays there, hard as a fucking rock, stunned at what is playing out in front of his eyes, but very much enjoying the show.

He grabs Yoongi’s cock, still clearly in charge and looks Yoongi in the eyes as he sinks down, eyelids fluttering and a small moan escaping his lips. Seated in his lap, he leans down and kisses Yoongi again. Yoongi can feel his thighs strain under his hands as he lifts his hips up slowly, then slams back down. Yoongi lets out a choked sound of shock and pleasure against his lips as Jimin sets the pace, fast and hard, and so fucking good.

Jimin sits back up and the view Yoongi gets is just...unreal. He’s lost for words. Jimin plants his hands on his chest, nails digging in just hard enough to sting as he takes Yoongi so perfectly. He moves his hands from Jimin’s thighs, reaching out and savouring the feeling of Jimin all over him and running his hands up his arms, along his sides, his chest, nipples and then makes his way back down to his cock. Before he gets there, Jimin bats his hand away and instead takes his wrists in his own hands, circling them loosely with his small fingers.

“Hyung... Baby,” he moans, looking completely wrecked, “Please...” He looks Yoongi in the eye and Yoongi feels like perhaps he’s missing something?

“A-Anything. What is it? W-What do you need?” He stutters back as Jimin sinks back down on his cock. He wants to make him feel good, as good as Jimin is making him feel,

“I just want... to try.... Please.” Jimin replies, voice strained. He squeezes Yoongi’s wrists and to Yoongi’s complete shock (a running theme that morning it seems), brings them up to his throat, letting go of his wrists and covering his fingers with his own, smoothing them down around his own neck and applying the slightest pressure.

Yoongi suddenly understands, knows what he’s getting at. Knows what he wants and wants to give it to him so, so badly. Is about to, when-

The door to his room bursts open.

They freeze instantly, Yoongi’s body filling with adrenaline as what is unmistakably Jeongguk kicking the door open with his foot, open pizza box in front of his face and loudly proclaiming from behind it, “Am I the best mother fucking dongsaeng in the world or what?! Bringing you guys breakfast pizza in bed. God, I’m just too good.”

And he can’t see over the lid of the open pizza box, hasn’t yet noticed the scene in front of him, but as if in slow motion, the lid falls closed and Jeongguk’s face is revealed, the smile sliding off his face, his mouth hanging open (half chewed pizza on show for the world to see), his eyes widening. He looks between Jimin, then Yoongi, then very obviously at Yoongi’s hands clasped around Jimin’s neck.

“OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! I’m so fucking sorry!” He yells, then promptly drops the pizza box, his hands flying up to cover his eyes. Spinning around wildly to escape the room, he runs directly into the door frame, smacking his head loudly, righting himself as quickly as possible and disappearing as unexpectedly as he appeared.

Jimin looks down at Yoongi, surprise written all over his face. Yoongi has literally no idea how to respond so just stares back, until Jeongguk appears again, one hand still over his eyes, the other fumbling for the door handle to the door he left wide open on his escape.

“Fuck, fuck. Sorry. Just lemme get this, shit,” he whispers manically, reaching around like he’s lost in the dark.

“Oh my god,” Jimin cries out, completely mortified, “Just leave it Guk, please!”

“Got it!” he cheers and promptly slams the door shut.

Jimin covers his face with his hands, half sobbing, half laughing. Yoongi lets his hands fall from Jimin’s neck. He is unsurprisingly completely soft now and yet still resolutely inside Jimin.

Yoongi winces slightly as Jimin rolls off gingerly, moving to sit on the side of the bed, shaking with incredulous, embarrassed laughter.

“Oh my god. I thought he had left. What the fuck,” he manages, laughter now growing hysterical.

Yoongi stands from the bed and finds a pair of sweats from his floordrobe.

“We should probably go see if he’s alright? And hasn’t gouged his eyeballs out or something.”

“You go, I don’t think I’d be able to look him in the eye right now,” Jimin gasps between hiccuping giggles.

Yoongi waddles out to the kitchen, still a bit out of it from the oddest combination of sex, sleep and shock, where he finds Jeongguk, head resting on the dining table, using a pack of frozen peas as a pillow.

“So.” Yoongi starts. He clearly hasn’t heard Yoongi’s arrival and jumps violently, looking up at him, face pale and eyes wide.

“So you saw that,” he continues “And you probably- no, definitely shouldn’t have. In our defence, we totally thought you had left. But I now realise that was you getting the pizza you ordered and then so graciously offered to share with us.”

Jeongguk just nods, face blank. His eyes flicks down to look at something and back up to Yoongi’s face.

“So, we can totally pretend this never happened. And you didn’t see anything and you definitely don’t need to ask any questions or make any comments about what you may or may not have seen and you definitely won’t be telling anyone about what you may or may not have seen.”

He nods, his eyes darting down again. Yoongi follows his gaze to his chest where ten very prominent, very red nail marks stand out against his pale skin. Oh, that’s new, he takes a second to think and flushes. He definitely doesn’t hate that. At all. Coming back to himself he realises he definitely should’ve put a shirt on. Too late now.

“Oh, chill out Guk,” He folds his arms over his bare chest regardless, “Like I’ve haven’t walked in on you beating off to tentacle porn.”

Jeongguk’s face finally cracks, turning beet red, pouting.

“That was one time Hyung! Once! And you said you’d never bring it up again,” he complains as he brings the pack of peas back up to the sizeable lump on his forehead.

“Yeah, well now we both have stuff we never ever have to bring up again. Okay?”

Jeongguk nods once more, laughing this time and scrubbing his free hand over his face.

“But, uh- I didn’t think you and Jimin would be so kink-,”

“Nope. Absolutely not,” Yoongi interrupts, “I said no questions or comments.”

Jeongguk just laughs maniacally, clearly over the initial shock and mortification. Quiet shuffling from behind Yoongi announces Jimin’s presence. He seemed to have regained most of his composure as he comes up behind Yoongi and wraps his arms around his waist, tucking his chin over his shoulder.

“Pizza, anyone?” he says, by way of greeting.

Yoongi just huffs as Jeongguk continues to cackle, Jimin’s soft laughter in his ear.

III.

The third time...well, they talk about it before hand. Finally.

Jeongguk had been on his best behaviour afterwards, fielding no intrusive questions and managing to act almost completely normal and cleaning up the rest of the mess from the night before as repentance for barging in on such an…intimate moment.

The only slip up had been when Tae had dropped by looking for his phone which he’d misplaced the night before (and sporting an…interesting pair of bell bottom jeans). As he and Jeongguk were making to leave together, he had noticed the bruise hiding under his fringe.

“The cat woke me up!” he had stuttered, “and I, uh, totally fell off the couch!”

“But Yoongi doesn’t have a cat…”

“Haha, yeah…crazy” Jeongguk had trailed off, looking around wildly for a distraction.

Thankfully, Tae had just shrugged it off and pulled the door shut behind them.

Yoongi had totally planned to talk to Jimin about…it as soon as possible. Like, that same day. But…he was nervous. Scared that things might go pear shaped. He rehearsed what he needed to say in the shower as Jimin made breakfast, and out loud that afternoon after Jimin had left to his own place to get clean clothes. He needs to approach this the right way. He needs Jimin to know there is no pressure, he loves him and that he doesn’t want him to do things he isn’t comfortable with for Yoongi’s sake. But…he hadn’t seemed uncomfortable in the moments before Jeongguk rudely interrupted them. In fact, quite the opposite. But. He wasn’t making any assumptions.

But then Jimin had got a call from his brother asking for help with something (Yoongi wasn’t sure of the logistics but it sounded like a pain in the ass), and so they had one their now rare nights apart. If Yoongi had jerked himself off to the memory of his hands wrapped around Jimin’s throat just before he fell asleep, well, no one needed to know.

He’s padding blearily around his kitchen, half awake as he sets the coffee machine to brew when there is a knock at the door.

“Coming,” he calls, wiping the sleep from his eyes and he swings open the door.

“Oh, Babe. Hi,” he gets out, surprised. Jimin stands in the door way, looking…is that- nervous? They haven’t spoken since Jimin had wished him goodnight when they spoke on the phone the night before (after complaining for a solid 5 minutes about his younger brother and his desperate need to enlist Jimin’s help to move a drum kit. “He doesn’t even play the drums!”). They hadn’t arranged to see other today, just ended the call with a vague plans to text the next morning and everything had seemed normal over the phone. So, he wasn’t upset at Jimin appearing suddenly at his front door looking somewhat anxious, just confused.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Yoongi reaches out and takes one of Jimin’s hands, pulling him through the door.

“I’m fine, I just-,” Jimin cut himself off, walking further into the house, past Yoongi, who lets Jimin’s hand slip from his own. He turns around to face Yoongi, who is still standing by the front door, his own anxiety level starting to raise.

“I think we need to talk. About yesterday morning.” Jimin finally gets out, looking anywhere but at Yoongi.

“Yeah. I think we do. I was planning on bringing, y’know, it up later. Now is good.”

Jimin takes a deep shaky breath and takes a seat on the couch, looking expectantly over at Yoongi. He sits on the corner adjacent to Jimin, leaving plenty of space between them.

Jimin looks at Yoongi and then down at his hands. Yoongi thinks Jimin is waiting for him to start, perhaps waiting for an apology.

Yoongi speaks before he can second guess himself, however at the very same moment Jimin looks up and opens his mouth.

“I’m sorry for what happened” Yoongi rushes out.

“I want you to do it again,” Jimin says nervously.

They stare at each other, eyes wide.

“What?” they each say, again at the exact same time, Jimin looking as confused as Yoongi feels.

Jimin speaks up first.

“Why are you apologising? God yesterday was awful, so shitty of me. I just, put you on the spot like that and didn’t even ask for it or talk about it first or anything. I’m so sorry,” his soft face is twisted, stricken with guilt.

“You’re sorry? Jimin, I did the exact same thing that first time! It was so awful and embarrassing. I meant to bring it up, to apologise but…” he trails off, hot shame washing across his body. He was ashamed he hadn’t had the guts to face it, there was no excuse.

“God, why would you need to apologise? Surely you noticed I enjoyed it. I mean, after the initial shock I was…really into it. Hence, you know, me wanting to…”

“I mean, yeah, but what if you hadn’t been into it? It’s still not on. And I didn’t want to assume anything…” Yoongi trails off, looking down at his hands in his lap. He’s so surprised at where this conversation has headed, not at all expecting this reaction from Jimin. He had expected anger, disappointment. This hadn’t even occurred as a possibility to Yoongi.

“Oh, baby,” Jimin coos, scooting closer to him and takes his hands in his. “It’s okay. That first time was a mistake. I know you’ve tried to be so patient and gentle with me, because well. I don’t exactly have much experience. But I’m honestly happy it happened. I- well. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” Jimin says softly.

Yoongi looks up to see his cheeks are flushed pink, a small embarrassed smile spread across his face.

“I assumed that is something you did in the past with…,” he waves one of his hands in a vague gesture. “And I also assume there is more stuff you’re into that you haven’t told me about? For my sake?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yoongi replies sheepishly, “I didn’t want to scare you off I guess. Or make you feel like you had to do any of that stuff to measure up to my past relationships or whatever. Because you don’t! I’ve loved- do love what we do together! I love everything we do,” he stresses, “But yes. There’s…other stuff I’m into.” He knows his ears are burning, but he feels his lips twitch in a small smile.

Jimin giggles and lets go of Yoongi’s other hand. He stands up and places a hand against Yoongi’s chest, pushing him to lean back fully on the couch as he climbs on top of his lap, thighs straddling his legs.

“Yeah?” he leans forward and whispers in Yoongi’s ear. “Like what?”

Yoongi just sits there frozen. What is happening? Is he dreaming? He pinches himself surreptitiously and nope- this is real.

“Baby?” Jimin asks, kissing the shell of his ear.

“I-I like choking” he stutters out, “obviously.”

“Obviously,” Jimin echoes softly in his ear. He takes Yoongi’s hands from where they rest on his waist, and once again, places them on his own throat, though applying no pressure this time.

“And would you like to do that? With me?” he murmurs, leaning back and looking Yoongi dead in the eye.

“Y-yes,” Yoongi replies, “Please.” He doesn’t know where this confident side of Jimin has come from but he loves it. He curls his fingers, applying the slightest amount of pressure and Jimin straight up moans filthily, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.

“What else?” he breathes out.

Feeling assured, Yoongi snakes his hands up the back of Jimin’s neck, his head still tipped back and spreads his fingers, running them though the soft pink strands.

“Hair pulling” he says as he balls his fingers into loose fists, grasping at his hair gently, but enough to tip Jimin’s head back slightly further, and he lets out a soft whimper. Feeling even more confident, he licks a stripe up Jimin’s bared neck then kisses all along the underside of his jaw.

“And this,” he murmurs as he disentangles his fingers, and slowly runs his hand down Jimin’s shoulders, along his arms, takes Jimin’s wrists in his own and manoeuvres them behind his back. Yoongi holds them there, restraining him with almost no pressure and tips his own head back to look at Jimin’s face. His lips are parted, his breathing ragged and his eyelashes are fluttering against his flushed cheeks. He lets go of one wrist, running a finger up Jimin’s spine delicately. He wraps his other hand around both of Jimin’s wrists as best he can and holds on somewhat tighter. His finger trails the same path down his back, teasing its way down until he reaches Jimin’s ass. He grabs at the soft cheek, digging his fingers in as best he can through the jeans, but not hard enough to bruise.

“Oh, and this too,” and before Jimin has time to react, he draws his hand away and brings it back down swiftly, a sharp smack sounding out. Jimin bucks forward in his lap, his cock noticeably rock hard. He cries out, eyes flying open, meeting Yoongi’s.

“Is that- is that all okay?” Yoongi breathes, feeling his confidence ebb slightly as Jimin looks down at him.

“Yes, god yes,” Jimin moans, and surges forward, kissing Yoongi hungrily, filthily. Yoongi lets Jimin take control, letting go of his grasp on his wrists and moving both hands to cup his face, responding to the kiss just as desperately as Jimin squirms in his lap, small sounds escaping his lips.

Jimin disconnects their lips, breathing deeply and resting his forehead against Yoongi’s.

“Can we- can we do it? Now?” He asks, biting at his lip, eyes hooded.

“Really?” Yoongi asks, confused. “Now?”

Its early on a Sunday morning, sunlight gently streaming in through the blinds as a soft breeze kicks up dust, visible through a sunbeam. The outside world is slow and lazy, quiet and still waking up. Not 15 minutes ago Yoongi was warm and cozy in bed and now. Now Jimin is here, in his lap, asking him to fuck him. Roughly. It feels like this kind of stuff should be hidden, kept secret and confined to the night, under sheets with the lights off. But of course, that isn’t Jimin. Jimin with his peach hair, soft cheeks and kind, cheeky smile. Jimin who brings out the best in him, makes him sing and dance, makes him laugh. Makes him love.

Jimin’s face drops somewhat, and he looks nervous all of a sudden.

“We don’t have to! I just thought…” he trails off, biting at his lip again.

And how can Yoongi possibly say no?

“I want to. God, I want to. It’s just, we need to go over some stuff before we do. It’s important.”

“Oh, like a safe word?” Jimin asks, head tilting.

“I mean, I don’t think we’ll be doing anything that intense.”

“Not this time anyway,” Jimin murmurs, cheeky grin spreading across his face. Yoongi feels his stomach swoop.

“Jesus Jimin,” he croaks, but soldiers. “When I’m, y’know. Just tell me to stop, or if you can’t talk, pinch my wrist, if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, okay? At any moment. No pressure. I won’t be angry, or disappointed or anything” He stresses, hoping his tone conveys exactly how serious he is.

“Yes yes, alright. Lets get a move on. Please,” Jimin practically whines.

“Hey now,” Yoongi soothes his hands over Jimin’s cheeks. “I’m serious, this is important. I need to know you’re safe and comfortable.”

Jimin’s eyes clear for a moment and he nods, cheeks still resting in Yoongi’s hands.

“Sorry,” he whispers, “I understand. I trust you. I want this.”

He leans forward and kisses Yoongi again, gently this time. He sits back, smiling softly and looking Yoongi dead in the eye. He clambers off Yoongi, standing up and reaching out a hand, pulling him off the couch and along to the bedroom.

Jimin sits on the edge of the bed and Yoongi stops just in front of him, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Jimin looks up, expectantly, excitement and trepidation clear in his eyes. He takes Jimin’s chin in one hand, tilting his head up, extending his neck and Yoongi admires the expanse of soft, pale skin. He runs his other hand along his throat, fingers trailing, teasingly. Running his hand up the base of Jimin’s neck, he spreads his fingers wide and entwines them softly in Jimin’s hair. He feels the moan it elicits from Jimin to his very core, vibrating through his bones.

There is a question in Jimin’s eyes as he bring his hand up to the waistband of Yoongi’s sweats.

“Please, can I-,” he breathes out. His other hand comes up to palm at Yoongi’s noticeably hard cock through the fabric.

“Of course baby,” he murmurs, swiping at Jimin’s plump lips with his thumb. Jimin opens up, taking the thumb into his mouth, running his tongue along the pad as he pulls down Yoongi’s sweats and underwear in one go. His cock springs free and Jimin groans, thumb popping free of his mouth as he sinks to his knees before Yoongi and without hesitation, takes him into his mouth, slowly sinking down as far as his throat will let him.

He comes back up for air and Yoongi fights back a groan as Jimin takes Yoongi’s cock in one hand, thumb pressing at the slit and starts licking up the underside, torturously slow. He reaches the head of his cock and almost daintily licks at the small drops of pre-come, then has the audacity to lick his lips while looking directly into Yoongi’s eyes, pupils blown and cheeks flushed.

Yoongi is still unsure of how far Jimin wants to go with this, so hesitantly, hand still knotted loosely in his hair, he tugs, jolting Jimin’s head back slightly.

“Good?” he asks.

Jimin replies by opening his mouth and pulling his head forward against the tug on his scalp and sinks back down on Yoongi’s cock, hot and wet.

“Mmmhmm,” he hums around him and Yoongi almost loses his mind at how good Jimin looks, how good he feels.

He tugs at the pink strands of hair in his fingers again and pulls Jimin up and off his cock. The wet popping sound it makes as he leaves his lips is so obscene Yoongi can’t help but groan. Jimin looks up at him, panting and Yoongi guides him back down, gripping even tighter as Jimin sucks hard. Jimin’s hand falls from his cock as he lets his mouth do the work, Yoongi dictating the pace as he pushes and pulls Jimin’s mouth up and down. It’s truly a sight to behold.

Feeling his orgasm fast approaching and very much not wanting to come yet, he tugs Jimin off and lets go of his hair, hand soothing over the back of his head. Jimin actually whines and rests his head on Yoongi’s thigh, panting hard.

“Baby, gotta stop,” he says, panting almost as hard as Jimin. “Don’t wanna come like this.”

He nods his head towards the bed and Jimin clambers on, laying down on his back, pink cock hard against his stomach.

“Uh-uh. Hands and knees for me baby,” Yoongi says. He walks around to the bedside table to retrieve the lube as Jimin shifts and Yoongi gets a five-star view of Jimin’s ass. It’s a fucking beautiful ass.

He groans at the sight and hears Jimin giggle from the top of the bed. He shakes his hips, wiggling and laughing softly, knowing Yoongi is enjoying the view.

“C’mere you,” he murmurs and crawls on his knees towards Jimin, grabbing at his ass cheeks and spreading them to see Jimin’s hole fluttering around nothing. He presses his thumb to it gently, and Jimin’s laughter is replaced instantly with a soft whimper as he pushes back against it.

Yoongi huffs out a laugh this time, enjoying a moment of teasing. He isn’t a monster however and grabs the lube, squeezing out a generous amount on two fingers and warms it up, rubbing them together. He presses a finger to his hole again, and leans down to kiss the base of Jimin’s back, once on each dimple, as he sinks the first finger in slowly.

He takes his time opening Jimin up, just how he likes it, eventually adding a second finger, scissoring them in and out of the tight, wet heat at a torturous pace as Jimin unravels beneath him, falling to his forearms, fingers gripping the sheets and forehead resting against the pillows.

He turns his head to the side and Yoongi gets a good look at his mouth hanging open, eyes shut tight and hair plastered to his forehead. He looks halfway wrecked, and Yoongi is struck with an idea. Leaning forward, he places his free hand in between Jimin’s shoulders and pushes softly but surely.

Jimin follows, letting his chest sink to the bed and take the brunt of his weight, ass raising higher in the air. One arm stays by his head, fingers still twisted in the sheets, the other sneakily snakes underneath himself and Yoongi tuts, reaching under Jimin’s torso and grabbing at the wrist before he even has the chance to wrap it around himself.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs as he guides the hand back and around, resting it on the small of Jimin’s back and holding it there, before making up his mind and grabbing Jimin’s other wrist and wrangling it to line up with the other. Jimin continues to moan, gorgeous little sounds that reassure Yoongi in his actions, as he sinks his chest and head further into the bed. Yoongi coaxes his arms into position, each hand grasping at the forearm of the other arm, then grasps at the wrists with one hand of his own. He holds them both there, exerting more pressure than before, effectively trapping Jimin’s arms behind his back.

Turning his attention back to where his fingers disappear inside Jimin, he add a third finger and Jimin’s moans turn absolutely filthy as he angles his fingers just right and brushes against his prostate.

“Fuuuuuck” he moans long and loud, arms squirming in his grasp, “Y-Yoongi, please,” he continues, breathing ragged.

“What baby?” he replies innocently. Jimin just whimpers and pushes his ass back against Yoongi’s fingers, pushing him in deeper. Yoongi smirks and lets go of Jimin’s wrists, smoothing his hand down his back and grabbing at one of his plush cheeks, kneading it with his fingers, spreading it to get an even better look at where his fingers disappear inside of Jimin.

“Feel good? Everything okay?” he asks, needing to make sure.

“Y-yes, god yes,” Jimin pants back.

“Good,” Yoongi murmurs, feeling confident that Jimin is enjoying this just as much as he is. He smooths his fingers over Jimin’s ass, raises his hand and brings it down swiftly in a sharp slap, though not hard enough to bruise. He does it again, and again, Jimin bucking each time and moaning sinfully, thighs quivering as he struggles to hold himself up.

“G-gonna come. If you keep doing t-that,” Jimin stutters, “Don’t wanna. Not yet. P-Please,” he ends with a drawn out moan as Yoongi delivers one last spank.

Wordlessly, Yoongi complies, removing his fingers slowly and kissing the blooming red marks on his ass.

Pouring out more lube, he slicks himself up and positions himself on his knees behind Jimin, lining up his cock and teasing it at Jimin’s hole. He is rewarded with a whine and smirks as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch. He’s feeling absolutely wrecked himself but seeing Jimin like this is worth the torture he’s putting himself through as he takes his time.

He bottoms out and grabs Jimin’s hips, fingers digging in and giving both of them a moment to adjust. He could literally come like this, right now, and he really, really doesn’t want to, not yet. Once he’s come back down a little, he pulls out slowly then fucks back into Jimin, hard and fast, setting a brutal pace. Jimin is already a fucked out mess underneath him, taking it so well and letting out small pleads of more, please, more.

So Yoongi gives him more. He lets go of his hips, running his hands up Jimin’s torso and grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him up so Jimin’s back is pressed against Yoongi’s chest and the angle is different and tighter and just so fucking good. Jimin’s head falls back against his shoulder, jostling slightly with each thrust as Yoongi continues to pound into him, arms wrapped around his torso, caging him in.

Yoongi cranes his head, capturing Jimin’s lips in a messy kiss, each moaning into the other’s mouth. Jimin disconnects their lips and whimpers.

“P-please, Yoongi.”

“What is it baby? What do you need?” He’ll give him anything, Jimin just needs to say the words.

“Wanna see you, wanna see your face” he murmurs back and things calm for a moment. Yoongi slows his brutal pace and looks at Jimin, taking in his features, his face shiny with sweat and pupils blown. He’s so beautiful and Yoongi can’t believe he’s here, in his arms. He’s overwhelmed suddenly, feels like he could cry. He’s done this before, had sex like this with partners and exes and friends with benefits and one time, regrettably with a stranger but never with someone like Jimin. Someone he loves, loves so much that it consumes him, washes over him and makes him feel so much. He kisses him once more, angle awkward as he cranes his head. He pulls out, but doesn’t let go, arms still gripping around Jimin’s chest.

Jimin’s head is still resting on his shoulder and he smiles softly at Yoongi as if he can read his mind. Maybe he can.

“Love you,” he says, just because he can.

Jimin’s smile grows and his eyes disappear into crescents behind his cheeks. “Love you too,” he whispers, then continues, face becoming more serious, “Now will you please hurry up and choke me?”

Yoongi splutters, laugher bubbling from his chest. He lets go of Jimin who falls to the bed, giggling and spreading himself out on the sheets once more, looking up at Yoongi with his best rendition of ‘Fuck Me’ eyes.

Yoongi leans down and kisses him, shuffling between Jimin’s legs and hitching them up around his waist. He lines himself up and pushes in again, wasting no time at reestablishing the pace from before. Pleasure is coursing through his veins, liquid and electrifying and he knows neither of them will last much longer.

He wraps his hands around the backs of Jimin’s thighs and pushes them higher, further, til Jimin is practically bent in half. His neglected cock sits on his stomach, red and spreading drops of pre-come over his belly. Yoongi is reminded of the first time but this is nothing like it, this is so so much better.

Yoongi reaches a hand down and wraps it around Jimin’s cock, still fucking into him. He feels Jimin tighten around him, his moans becoming strangled and higher pitched. That’s his cue. He reaches his other hand, placing it on Jimin’s cheek, making eye contact. Jimin nods, almost frantically, and Yoongi’s hand falls down to his throat, circling it gently.

“G-gonna come,” Jimin whines.

Yoongi tightens his grip applying just enough pressure to cut off Jimin’s breath somewhat, though not completely. He holds Jimin’s throat as he fucks him and strokes his cock and Jimin just…unravels. His body bucks, writhing underneath him and he shoot ropes of come all over his stomach and chest, moaning without abandon.

Jimin clenches around Yoongi and with that beautiful feeling combined with the sight of Jimin underneath him, he lets go, coming long and hard inside him, but not before releasing his grip around his neck. He doubles over, head in the crease of Jimin neck, kissing messily as he continues to fuck into him until they’re both whimpering with overstimulation.

He pulls out gingerly and collapses next to Jimin as they both pant heavily.

“Oh my god,” Jimin manages to croak out, “Why haven’t we been doing that the whole time?”

Yoongi laughs and rolls over, kissing Jimin long and hard, licking into his mouth and hoping it conveys what he’s feeling, how much he’s feeling right now.

Jimin pulls back and Yoongi pouts.

“As much as I want to keep kissing you, I’m kinda covered in come. We should probably do something about that.” Jimin says, scrunching up his nose at the feeling of cold come drying on his stomach.

“Ugh I suppose,” he says, sitting up and taking Jimin’s hand to pull him out of bed and to the shower.

“Y’know, gimme 15 minutes and I’ll be up for round two in the shower,” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’ll take you up on that,” Yoongi grins as he pulls him up and into his arms, kissing him again, not caring one bit that the come that was on Jimin’s chest is now sticking to his own chest. He reaches a hand down to Jimin’s ass and presses a finger to his hole, feeling some of his own come dribble out. He groans into Jimin’s neck, “God yes, please, I’m absolutely up for round two.”

He sticks his tongue out, starting a long stripe up Jimin’s neck when-

The door bell rings.

A dog barks.

Hoseok’s voice comes filtering through Yoongi’s apartment, yelling at them being late as usual.

Yoongi takes his tongue away from from Jimin’s neck, both their eyes wide as they realize as the exact same time.

“Holy shit, Sunday brunch,” Jimin says, voice panicked.

“Fuck, go jump in the shower, I’ll stall!” Yoongi springs into action, running to greet a very unimpressed Hoseok at the door.

He stands there, taking Yoongi in and sighs, before Yoongi can start making excuses.

“Okay, I’m going to take Mickey for a lap of the block. I’ll be back in ten minutes and hopefully by then you will no longer have come in your hair.”

He turns on his heel, pulling an excitable Mickey with him and Yoongi reaches up. Oh, yep. That’s come. He leans out of the apartment and yells at Hoseok’s retreating figure.

“Make that twenty!”

“-and that’s when I realized I had been saying it all wrong that whole time and it was totally devastating,” Jin finishes his story, wine almost spilling out of his glass as he giggles in embarrassment.

Yoongi places three fresh bottles of beer on the sticky table, passing one each to Jeongguk and Hoseok, who tips it in Yoongi’s direction in thanks before taking a long swig. Jimin comes up behind him, having finished paying the bartender and hands Namjoon his rum and coke while taking a sip of his vodka orange. Tae pouts at having been cut off two drinks ago but he’s already past the point where dancing on the table can’t be ruled out.

“What’d I miss?” Jimin asks around the straw.

“Oh not much, just talking about things we wished we’d known earlier. Like how to pronounce the word ‘adhesive’-,” Jin fills in, but is cut off abruptly when Tae butts in, hiccuping slightly, massive grin plastered across his beet red face.

“Yeah, or like how kinky Yoongi-hyung is in the bedroom. Right Jeongguk?” he elbows the younger boy in the ribs, whose eyes widen comically as his face drains of all colour, a stark contrast to Tae next to him, who just giggles maniacally.

All eyes at the table go from Tae, to Jeongguk then slowly to Yoongi who just stands there dumbfounded.

“Uh. What?” says Hoseok, remnants of his beer from the subsequent spit take that had just covered Namjoon in a spray of Corona dribbling down his chin. “Oh, sorry Joon.”

“All I’m saying is, our poor Jeongguk is innocent no more. He saw things that day. I was simply a shoulder for him to cry on, a therapist. He needed to talk through his trauma,” Taehyung explains, tone serious but laughter still spilling from his lips.

“What the fuck, Jeongguk?” is all Yoongi can muster, reaching over and smacking him on the back of the head. He isn’t that mad, and is honestly shocked this hasn’t come up sooner. He’s actually impressed Jeongguk, and apparently Tae, managed to hold back from teasing for a whole two months.

“I’m sorry!” he flinches, as Yoongi snatches back the beer he had just placed in front of him, “You know I can’t keep a secret and Tae instantly knew something was up that morning and, and- I’m sorry!” he whines, looking incredibly guilty.

“Don’t worry Yoongi, you’re not alone,” Jin tells Yoongi, matter of factly as he dabs at Namjoon’s beer soaked face with a napkin, which turns a brilliant shade of pink.

“Baaaabe,” Namjoon whines.

“All I’m saying is that you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their kinks, and if Namjoon likes to be called Daddy, then that’s okay,” Jin finishes, looking not at all embarrassed.

Next to Yoongi, Jimin who had been shaking with repressed laughter, lets out a loud shriek, doubling over, unable to keep it in any longer.

“Jimin!” Yoongi turns to him looking scandalized, “Don’t encourage them! Him especially!” He points at Tae who snorts and continues to laugh hysterically, tears forming in his eyes.

“And anyway,” he drawls, looking Jeongguk directly in the eye. He’s met with a silent pleading, knowing what’s coming next. “I have it on very good authority that our little Gukkie has a thing for tentacles.”

Namjoon’s embarrassed face cracks, Jin does spill his wine this time, Hoseok, with another poorly timed sip of beer, spittakes all over Tae this time, who doesn’t notice as tears stream down his face and Jeongguk buries his face in his hands.

As the whole table is distracted, shaking with raucous laughter, Jimin leans over and kisses the shell of Yoongi’s ear.

“C’mon, lets get out of here,” he whispers.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at Jimin’s eagerness to leave their friends, it’s still early after all.

“Before they throw us any questions we probably don’t want to answer,” he continues, “They can fill in the blanks once they realize we’ve gone,” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Yoongi takes Jimin’s hand in his, not caring about all the ridiculous jokes and prying questions they will undoubtedly face in the coming weeks.

“Yeah, lets get out of here,” he smiles, blissfully happy as he leads Jimin out of the bar, into the cab, to his bed and into his heart.