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Jimin is frustrated. He has a few ways he can destress when he feels like this. But this isn't just a general frustration. It is specific and has only one solution.

He is sexually frustrated.

The thing is it isn't just sex he wants. If it was just that, he could easily go to a club and get a one-night stand. What he really wants is to try new things. Kinkier things. Things that a one-night stand likely won't agree to. Things that take trust and patience easier found in a relationship, which Jimin doesn't have.

He isn't against relationships; he just hasn't found the time or the right person to commit to. Between school and work, he is worn out and just wants to collapse onto his couch with his roommate to watch shitty dramas and shoot the shit.

And that is where he is now: cuddled against his roommate watching a trashy reality show and stuffing his face with his favorite snacks.

"What's wrong Minie?" Yoongi asks, raking his fingers through Jimin's hair which he knows relaxes him.

"Nothing," Jimin sighs, putting the bag of food aside.

"I know you better than that. We've been best friends for almost a decade," Yoongi reasons. "Maybe I can help?"

"Ha! That would be so weird," Jimin laughs. He feels Yoongi stop his ministrations, so he tilts his head to see the elder with furrowed brows and a confused expression.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Ah hyung," Jimin groans, covering his reddening face with his hands. "It's embarrassing and we never talk about this."

"Oh, so it's about sex," Yoongi deduces calmly.

"Yah! How could you guess that?"

"We talk about everything else. And we can talk about sex too. It's just me Min."

He's right. It is just Yoongi.

"This is so awkward," Jimin mumbles as he lowers his hands.

"I promise I won't judge you."

"I know you won't it's just... I'm frustrated."

Jimin pauses and Yoongi waits for him to continue, returning to running his fingers through the younger's hair.

"Is that it?" Yoongi prompts gently. "You just need to get laid?"

"No there is more," Jimin sighs. "I want to try things."

"What kind of things?"

"You know things! Don't make me say it."

"Minie I really don't know what-"

"Kinky things hyung. Fantasies and just new things in general."

Jimin's face is now beet red and being hidden behind his small hands again.

"Oh," Yoongi replies calmly, still doing his ministrations. "And why is that frustrating?"

"Because I have no one to try these things with. A one-night stand won't and I'm not comfortable with that anyway. I'd rather it be with someone I trust."

"Like me," Yoongi muses to himself but said aloud.

"Exactly!" Jimin replies and then the epiphany hits "I uh I mean no that's-"

"Relax Jimin-ah," Yoongi soothes despite his own rapidly beating heartbeat at realizing he was heard.

"I'm not asking you to-"

"I know," Yoongi interrupts, hesitating briefly before continuing. "But you could."

Jimin scrambles out of Yoongi's hold to properly look at the elder. Yoongi seems to be calm and serious about the offer which throws Jimin into a tailspin of confusion.

"I-you-what?"

"You could ask me to help you."

"How the fuck are you so calm saying that? It's not like you're helping me write a paper."

"I know."

"You're saying you’re willing to fuck me? Why?!"

"Jimin I'd have to be blind or straight to not want to fuck you. And I am neither.”

"Is this a weird confession or something?"

"No," Yoongi chuckles still so calm as far as Jimin can see.  

"Then why would you offer?"

Jimin can see the gears turning in Yoongi's mind to build an answer.

"I guess you could say it would be mutually beneficial."

Jimin's eyes grow impossibly wider and just stares in bewilderment at the elder. "What does that mean?"

"Friends with benefits Jimin-ah."

"Okay but this isn't just like normal sex."

"I know."

"And that doesn't turn you off?!"

"Should it?" Yoongi tilts his head as a smirk grows on his lips. "Tell me then what you want to try."

"Hyung," Jimin says in a weak warning. This is not how he expected this conversation to turn. He never expected his best friend to be attracted to him and so willing about it. And he definitely didn't expect it to be a turn-on.

"Come on Min. You'd have to do this with a partner eventually right? And if you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

"You what?!"

"Did you not think I'd have some kinks or things I’d want to try?"

"That would require to think about you having sex."

"And you haven't?"

Jimin swallows hard because he absolutely has. He had a crush on the elder a few years ago but it never went anywhere because Yoongi showed no interest. But now here is the same Yoongi offering to have kinky sex with him.

"In all seriousness Minie, you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

Jimin blinks at the elder for the tone shift to being so caring and comforting. He of course knows Yoongi is a big softy despite the grumpy exterior. But something about being that way in this moment is even more powerful.

"I didn't say I didn't want to," Jimin says as boldly as he can muster. He sees a small flicker of something in Yoongi's eyes at that and his own arousal stirs.

"Oh," Yoongi replies, a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Wouldn't this fuck up our friendship?"

"Only if we let it. And we've been through worst, haven't we?"

"I guess."

"Jimin we don't have to do anything right now," Yoongi reassures.

"Right," Jimin mumbles. "We haven't even kissed each other."

"Yes we have."

"We were drunk. That doesn't count."

"It doesn't?" Yoongi chuckles. Despite the lively laugh, his eyes have a darkness that Jimin is captivated by.

"Nope. So we'll have to start there."

Something fiery flickers in Yoongi's eyes as he looks at Jimin, his eyes lingering at Jimin's lips specifically. Instinctually Jimin licks his lips and Yoongi watches it intently.

"Is that what you want?" Yoongi asks, his voice lower now. He shifts to lean closer to Jimin and the younger's breath catches.

"Y-yeah," Jimin mutters, his eyes now on the elder's lips. Yoongi gently cradles Jimin's face with one hand before closing the distance. It's a soft kiss, almost loving, and Jimin could melt right then.

Jimin has thought about kissing Yoongi again after their drunken one a year ago. The drunk one was great but Jimin wanted to know what it was like when fully aware of what was happening. And it did not disappoint.

He kisses back softly and feels Yoongi smile briefly before their lips are moving gently in tandem. Just as Jimin wants to deepen it, Yoongi pulls away.

"That one counts yeah?" Yoongi teases, licking his lips and watching Jimin watch the action closely.

"Yeah," Jimin exhales. "Want more."

There is a small flash of surprise in Yoongi's face that fades to a smugness.

"That good hm?" Yoongi taunts, leaning in enough for them to be close but not close enough to Jimin's liking.

Jimin chooses to not answer with words, instead grabbing Yoongi's face to close the gap in a firm kiss. Yoongi hums in surprise but recovers quickly and kisses Jimin back with equal fervor.

Yoongi pulls Jimin's bottom lip between his teeth and the younger whimpers with pleasure. Jimin repeats the action on Yoongi whose grip tightens on Jimin's waist. Yoongi darts his tongue to lick over Jimin's lips and the younger parts them to let the elder in. Yoongi eagerly slides his tongue in and is rewarded with a soft moan from Jimin.

They exchange tongues and more nips until they have to part for air, both breathing labored.

"I forgot how good making out is," Yoongi admits getting a breathy giggle from Jimin.

"You're good at it," Jimin adds, snaking his arms around Yoongi's neck.

"Says the one with the most kissable lips to exist."

They both laugh lightly at that as their breathing evens out. Yoongi's hands start to explore Jimin's covered torso and Jimin feels himself start to get hard at the attention.

"Hyung w-we should probably talk a-about this."

"Yeah. Yeah okay." Yoongi rests his hands on Jimin's waist and leans back slightly to look at the younger.

“Can we promise we won’t let this ruin our friendship?” Jimin asks nervously.

“Sure. Promise,” Yoongi says. He raises a hand off Jimin’s waist to extend his pinky out. Jimin chuckles and shakes his head but hooks his pinky around the elder’s in a pinky promise.

“You’re cheesy,” Jimin giggles.

“You like it.”

“Pretty sure friends with benefits shouldn’t flirt with each other,” Jimin teases.

“Neither should best friends fuck each other but here we are,” Yoongi retorts, getting a light shove from the younger. “Also we flirted before this. Mainly cause you are a huge flirt, so it is a default for you sometimes.”

“Yah I’m not a flirt!”

“Yes, you are. It’s cute don’t worry about it.” Hearing Yoongi call him cute does something to Jimin that he can’t quite identify.

“Logistically speaking,” Jimin starts, worrying his swollen bottom lip in thought. “Wouldn’t it be weird to start with kinky and fantasy stuff when we haven’t done just regular sex?”

“What’s just regular sex to you?” Yoongi asks, his eyes darkening again.

“I don’t know just basic sex,” Jimin says nervously, arousal twisting in his stomach seeing Yoongi looking at him hungrily.

“Still not sure what you mean Minie,” Yoongi says, his hands moving to Jimin’s hips and pulling the younger to straddle his lap. “You need to give me details.”

Jimin whimpers at the sultry sound of Yoongi’s voice and it turns to a whine as Yoongi starts leaving open mouth kisses along his neck, sucking gently as he explores. Forming words is starting to be difficult as Jimin’s mind blurs with arousal.

“I-I think it would be easier to s-show you,” Jimin musters, moving his head to give Yoongi better access. The elder bites a spot and Jimin gasps while Yoongi kisses the now red mark.

“Are you sure Min?” Yoongi asks, tone more serious as he gets consent.

“Yes. Do you want to?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales sharply before returning to his ministrations with more vigor. Jimin drops his head back with a soft moan as Yoongi travels up his jaw and towards his ear. The elder gently pulls his ear lobe with his teeth before whispering, “Top or bottom?”

“B-bottom,” Jimin answers, getting lost in Yoongi’s soft touches. “Want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi’s grip on his hips tighten and a sound best described as a growl comes from Yoongi’s throat. Shortly after he is crashing his lips into the younger’s in fervent kisses of tongue and teeth that makes Jimin mewl. Yoongi pulls them even closer and his hands slide under Jimin’s oversized hoodie to glide over his skin.

“Bedroom?” Yoongi asks after breaking the kiss. Jimin whimpers quietly and nods, swinging himself off the elder to standing with slightly shaky legs.

“Yours or mine?” Jimin asks as Yoongi stands and pulls the younger back into his embrace. Jimin sucks in a harsh breath when he feels Yoongi’s hard on press against his ass and his own dick firms further.

“Mine,” Yoongi orders, his voice low in Jimin’s ear and it sends chills through the younger who quickly heads there with Yoongi on his heels. Once across the threshold and the door shut, Yoongi is pulling Jimin back into him for desperate kisses.

“H-hyung,” Jimin whines, his own erection starting to throb with how hard he is. “Need more.”

“What do you want baby?” Yoongi asks with his voice low. The pet name makes the younger whimper and the elder smirk. “Do you like being called baby?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin mumbles feeling both super turned on and slightly embarrassed.

“What else does baby like?” Yoongi’s hands are wandering under the hoodie again, fingers grazing over the hardening nubs of his nipples that makes Jimin twitch with pleasure.

“I like-” Jimin starts, cut off as Yoongi pinches one of his nipples, “I like being told how good I am.”

“Mmm,” Yoongi hums, “Baby wants praise.”

Jimin hums in assent, stepping away from Yoongi to pull off his hoodie and toss it aside.

“Fuck Jimin-ah,” Yoongi exhales sharply, eyes wandering over the younger’s exposed torso. “You’re so hot.”

“Yeah?” Jimin asks with a smirk, pulling at Yoongi’s t-shirt so he will take it off.

“Yeah. So sexy baby.” Yoongi lets Jimin take off his t-shirt and toss it aside, the younger eyeing his bare skin as his small  hands wander over the pale skin.

“You’re sexy too,” Jimin says, his voice sultry and eyes filled with lust as he surveys the elder’s form.

“Not as sexy as you.”

“We’re not going to compare attractiveness right now. We’d be here all night.”

“Oh you think hyung is hot hm?” Yoongi muses, his stare carnal as he pushes Jimin back towards the bed until the younger drops down on it, sitting on the edge while Yoongi still stands over him.

“Let me suck you off hyung,” Jimin says, already wrapping his fingers over Yoongi’s sweatpants waistband.

“O-okay,” Yoongi replies, a spark of arousal flowing through him at the offer. Jimin eagerly pulls the pants down, no underwear underneath since they were at home, and Yoongi hisses at the cool air on his hard cock.

“Fuck ah! So eager,” Yoongi gasps as Jimin starts sucking the tips already, tongue swirling around the head before sucking off fully. He starts taking more and more with slow bobs and licks and the heavy breathing above him just encourages Jimin to take more and suck harder.

“Shit you’re so good at this,” Yoongi groans, hand gripping Jimin’s hair for support. “Feels so good baby.”

Jimin moans at the praise which vibrates through Yoongi’s dick, making the elder moan softly. Jimin bobs faster and hollows his cheeks for a stronger suck that has Yoongi swearing under his breath in rapid succession.

“Baby baby ah baby off,” Yoongi pants, pulling Jimin off by his hair and making the younger whine.

“You taste so good why did you make me stop?” Jimin pouts and Yoongi’s dick twitches in interest.

“Cause I want to fuck you now,” Yoongi answers, leaning down to kiss Jimin’s pout away. “You want that don’t you baby?”

“Yes. Please fuck me daddy,” Jimin moans, his eyes going wide at the realization of what he said and Yoongi can see the younger is about to panic.

“Relax baby. Daddy will take care of you,” Yoongi says, the word daddy making him spark with even more arousal. “Didn’t expect to find a new kink today.”

“So you want to be called daddy?” Jimin asks, relaxing as he sees how turned on it makes Yoongi.

“Yeah baby. Call me daddy,” Yoongi affirms before kissing Jimin hard and making the younger mewl into it. “Move up the bed for me.”

Jimin does as instructed, whining at his neglected cock rubbing against his shorts so he shimmies out of them and throws them aside while Yoongi watches with a hungry stare. Jimin feels so vulnerable as Yoongi rakes his eyes over his body, laid out just for him. His chest and neck start to flush the longer Yoongi stares.

“Daddy please,” Jimin whines, snapping Yoongi out of his daze and he crawls to hover over the younger then.

“God you’re gorgeous baby. So hard not to stare,” Yoongi exhales.

“Why stare when you can fuck?” Jimin taunts. He hears Yoongi growl lowly before the elder gives him a chaste kiss.

“You’re going to be a good boy yeah?” Yoongi whispers huskily into Jimin’s ear.

“So good. I promise,” Jimin replies eagerly, his arousal so strong he might explode.

“Perfect. Let me prep you baby.” Yoongi reaches over to his nightstand and pulls the drawer open hastily, grabbing a bottle and a condom before slamming it shut. “How do you want it?”

Jimin thinks for a second before rolling onto his stomach and pushing his ass up for the elder, who takes in a sharp breath at the sight.

“Your ass is literally perfect,” Yoongi says, taking a handful of each cheek and kneading gently.

“Y-yoongi please,” Jimin whines, his pent-up arousal making him desperate.

“That’s not what you call me baby,” Yoongi muses, flipping the cap on the bottle open and pouring lube onto his fingers.

“Daddy please. I n-need you,” Jimin corrects, pushing his ass back to get his needs across.

“I got you baby just relax,” Yoongi soothes, rubbing small circles into the small of the younger’s back with his clean hand as his lubed fingers start rub Jimin’s rim.

“Cold!” Jimin gasps at the feeling.

“Sorry baby,” Yoongi soothes, softly kissing his thigh as a brief distraction. The cold subsides and Yoongi starts pushing his index finger in slowly. Jimin softly mewls and moans at the intrusion, quickly adjusting and pushing back to get it deeper.

“More please.”

“So polite,” Yoongi muses as he adds his middle finger, the stretch making Jimin moan a little louder. He pumps in and out slowly, enjoying Jimin’s quiet noises of pleasure. He starts to scissor to stretch more before adding a third finger and finding Jimin’s prostate.

“Ah ah there!” Jimin cries as Yoongi brushes against it, curling his fingers against the nerves and pulling guttural moans out of the younger.

“Does daddy make you feel good?” Yoongi asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!” Jimin answers in an extended moan as Yoongi presses into his prostate firmly. “Please!”

“Please what baby?”

“Please!” he cries again with another intentional push on his prostate. “Want your dick daddy. Please give it to me.”

Yoongi grunts and pulls his fingers out slowly, leaving Jimin to whine as he clenches around nothing.

“On your back baby,” Yoongi instructs with a soft pat on the thigh. Jimin quickly flips, happy to not have to hold himself up anymore. Yoongi’s eyes trail down his form and linger on the dripping tip of the younger’s dick. “Someone’s making a mess already.”

“Yeah, and I want to make more,” Jimin pants, smirking as he sees the sharp hunger in Yoongi’s eye at that.

“We can do that,” Yoongi smirks in return before tearing the condom open and sliding it onto himself. Jimin has snatches the lube bottle and has popped the cap open, holding it like he is ready to pour some out.

“I like it wet,” he explains, seeing the elder’s mild confusion. Now understanding, Yoongi holds his hand out as Jimin squirts lube into it so Yoongi can coat his length.

“You’ve been so good, so I’ll give you what you want,” Yoongi says as he strokes himself loosely. Jimin whimpers and precum dribbles out of him which makes the elder smirk. “Baby excited to get daddy’s cock?”

“Fuck,” Jimin whines, so needy after all the teasing and foreplay. “Yes, please give it to me.”

Yoongi teases the entrance with his tip before he starts pushing in, listening to the cries of pleasure from the younger as he goes deeper and deeper. Once he bottoms out, he lets out the breath he was unintentionally holding and leans down to leave featherlight kisses wherever he can reach on Jimin.

“You’re so tight Jimin-ah. Feels so good,” Yoongi pants as the warm, wet walls squeeze around him.

“Move. Wanna feel you,” Jimin pants, his mind fuzzy with pleasure. Yoongi starts slow, moving all the way to the tip before sliding smoothly back in. The glide is perfect thanks to Jimin’s enjoyment of lube so Yoongi starts picking up his pace sooner.

“Taking me so well baby. Feels incredible,” Yoongi exhales. Jimin lets out a breathy moan and starts rocking his hips into Yoongi’s thrusts. “Yeah, just like that baby. So good.”

“Faster daddy,” Jimin requests. Yoongi does as asked, going faster and snapping his hips a little more while Jimin keeps rocking into it. Jimin yelps with each snap so Yoongi starts doing it harder while keeping his pace. He is rewarded with a chorus of oohs and ahs that punctuate every thrust.

Yoongi grabs Jimin’s hips and adjusts him slightly and the next snap of his hips he earns a loud cry from the younger who’s arching his back off the bed.

“Is that your spot baby?” Yoongi asks, hitting it again to get another obscene cry.

“Y-yeah right there. Harder. Faster. Please,” Jimin pants. Yoongi’s resolve cracks then and he starts thrusting quickly and hard on his prostate every time. Jimin’s cries of pleasure plus the wet slapping of their skin is so sinful that Yoongi feels his orgasm building quickly. But he need to see Jimin come undone.

“Such a good boy for daddy. You take my cock so well in your tight hole. A-ah! Do that again baby,” Yoongi stutters both his words and thrusts as Jimin clenches hard around him with a guttural moan.

“D-daddy touch me. Please touch me,” Jimin pants, his orgasm about to boil over with every thrust hitting his prostate. Yoongi wraps his hand around Jimin’s neglected dick and starts stroking in tandem with his thrusts and Jimin because a mess of breathy moans and swears repeated like a mantra.

“Be good for me baby. Be good and cum,” Yoongi says, his own climax teetering on the edge.

“Y-yoongi I-I’m ah!” is all Jimin gets out before ropes of white shoot out of him, painting his stomach and Yoongi’s hand as the elder strokes him through it. His back is arched up and he is clenching so tight around Yoongi that the elder’s thrusts stutter and he cums then, shoving himself deep inside as he fills the condom. They both go lax as the come down from their highs, and Yoongi pulls out and takes off the condom, tying it off and tossing it in a nearby trash can before pulling Jimin close.

“You good?” he asks softly, gently kissing the younger’s shoulder.

“Yeah just….fuck,” Jimin exhales before laughing airily. “We seriously just did that.”

“Yeah, we did,” Yoongi muses. “And it was good.”

“So good.” Yoongi chuckles quietly at the younger’s response and pulls Jimin’s back against his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be a post-sex cuddler.”

“Why not?” Yoongi asks, resting his face into the crook of the younger’s neck.

“You don’t like skinship.”

“I cuddle you all the time.”

“Because I make you.”

“You don’t make me Jimin-ah,” Yoongi laughs. “I know you enjoy it and find it comforting.”

Jimin rolls over to face the elder then, scanning his face with mild skepticism before relenting.

“You don’t have to do things you don’t like just cause I enjoy it,” Jimin says, pouting slightly at the elder who smiles at the endearing expression.

“I know that Min,” Yoongi reassures softly before delicately pecking Jimin’s pout. “What we really should talk about is that daddy slip.”

Jimin groans and tries to roll away but Yoongi holds onto him tighter instead. “Baby we have to be comfortable talking about this.”

“Don’t use baby against me,” Jimin complains, relaxing from his attempts to escape.

“You can use daddy against me.”

“Hyung!” Jimin slaps Yoongi playfully and they both become a giggling mess.

“Okay but seriously, is daddy kink part of normal sex to you?” Yoongi asks, tone free of judgment.

“No. It just slipped,” Jimin mumbles, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it, remember?” Jimin grumbles incoherently and Yoongi pulls him close and kisses his forehead. “You have a praise kink and I have a daddy kink. Learn something new every day.”

“How are you so casual about this?” Jimin asks, face tucked into the elder’s neck.

“I have done way more embarrassing shit in front of you. And this is a mutual agreement is it not?”

“Yeah.”

“If something makes you really uncomfortable tell me, okay?”

“Okay. So we’re doing this. Friends with benefits,” Jimin confirms, pulling away enough to look Yoongi in the eyes. The elder looks calm and patient, which Jimin finds very reassuring.

“I’m in if you are,” Yoongi says resolutely.

“Okay. I’m in.”

Yoongi closes the space between them with a kiss, tender and gentle which makes Jimin melt into it. It is like a heavy weight has been lifted off him and he isn’t sure if it is the kiss, the arrangement, or the fact it is Yoongi he is doing it with.

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“We should talk about what these kinks are that you want to try, right?” Yoongi says after breaking the kiss, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on Jimin’s hip bone.

“Right. But I’d love a shower first,” Jimin says, very aware of the sticky mess that is drying on his stomach as they speak.

“Good plan,” Yoongi agrees, and then an idea hits him. “Shower sex doesn’t happen to be one of the things you want to try, is it?”

“It wasn’t,” Jimin laughs. “But if you want to, we can…”

Yoongi is already rolling off the bed and standing before Jimin can blink and he starts pulling the younger out of the bed to join him.

“Someone is eager,” Jimin teases as Yoongi pulls him towards his en suite.

“What can I say, I’ve had a taste and now I want more.”

Jimin giggles and feels his face flush at the remark as he is dragged into the standing shower and pinned against the cold tile wall. He gasps at the temperature difference compared to his hot skin and the hot body pressed against his.

“Have you done this before?” Jimin asks while Yoongi turns the water one to a comfortable temperature before switching it to the shower that rains down on them.

“Yeah once. You?”

“Yeah. So this isn’t new to either of us then.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow at the younger for his tone.

“No. Was just curious.”

“Do you only want to do things when its experimenting? Or can we just have fun sometimes too?” Yoongi asks, his voice dipping to a sultry low tone as he asks.

“We can do both,” Jimin exhales, the look in Yoongi’s eyes back to that hunger that makes him feel vulnerable.

“Do you want both?” Yoongi asks, moving to kiss down Jimin’s jaw line with slow, open mouthed kisses.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants, already getting turned on again. “Want both.”

“Me too,” Yoongi exhales, sounding just as affected. Their lips crash together with needy hunger as if they are starved for affection. Yoongi grips Jimin’s hips firmly so his hands don’t slip on his wet skin and the younger moans at the strong hold. “Want to fuck you from behind baby.”

Jimin mewls at the request and quickly pushes Yoongi to step back. He put his hands on the same wall as the shower head for support and sticks his ass out, his back curving to pop his ass out even more and the water hit his lower back.

“Fuck baby so pretty.” Yoongi glides his hand from Jimin’s shoulder and down his back, slick from the water. He ends curving over Jimin’s ass, squeezing it lightly as he positions himself behind him.

“Enjoying the view hyung?” Jimin taunts, moving his hips side to side slightly.

“It’s impossible not to. You’re that gorgeous,” Yoongi replies, kneading Jimin’s ass as his dick hardens rapidly.

“Come on hyung. Fuck me already.”

“Damn you’re impatient.”

“No I’m worked up from earlier still and you calling me gorgeous turns me on more.”

“Does it?” Yoongi muses, a smirk unseen by Jimin growing on his lips. He pulls Jimin’s cheeks apart and slides his fully hard cock between them. The slide is decent since they are in the shower and having Jimin’s ass cheeks around him is way more of a turn-on than Yoongi anticipated.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines, pushing his ass back in hopes to get his point across.

“Okay okay. So impatient baby.”

“You tease too much,” Jimin pants, fully hard again and starting to throb. Yoongi slides the shower door open enough to grab the condom he left on the sink counter. He slides it on deftly, stroking himself to full hardness before lining himself up and entering Jimin in one movement.

“Do you need to adjust baby?” Yoongi asks, rubbing the younger’s back soothingly.

“No I’m good. You can move.”

Yoongi keeps a slow pace at first, not wanting to overwhelm Jimin. But the younger is fucking himself back into Yoongi as hard as he can, making the elder grunt.

“Fuck,” Jimin whines as his hands start to slip on the wall. Yoongi wraps an arm around the younger’s waist and pulls him up to support him instead. “Harder hyung please.”

Yoongi does as asked, thrusting hard up into Jimin who is crying with pleasure. Yoongi can feel Jimin’s muscles tense under his hand and knowing he is the cause just turns him on more and makes him thrust faster.  

“A-ah don’t stop please don’t,” Jimin rambles, his head thrown back against Yoongi’s shoulder.

“So fucking beautiful like this baby,” Yoongi pants, kissing anywhere he can reach on the younger. His hand that was on Jimin’s hip circles around to his cock and starts stroking with his thrusts.

“Yes yes yes fuck so good hyung don’t stop.” Jimin becomes a babbling mess at the stimulation and he grabs onto Yoongi’s arms for support as he is being pounded into. “C-close hyung.”

“Fuck baby you’re so good. Feels so good. Look so good,” Yoongi groans, his own release also close.

With a few more thrusts Jimin is cumming on Yoongi’s hand and the wall, the shower washing it away slowly while Jimin ride’s out his high. Yoongi slows his pace down to ease Jimin through it and stops stroking when Jimin whines from the oversensitivity.

“Need you to cum hyung,” Jimin pants, breathing still labored from his second orgasm. “Cum on me.”

“On you? You sure baby?” Yoongi grunts, his pace more leisurely with Jimin’s pliant body.

“Yes. Bet you’d love to cover my ass with it.”

Yoongi groans with how sinful Jimin speaks despite being fucked out. He increases his pace to get to the edge with Jimin clenching hard with sensitivity. He can feel he is getting close, so he pulls out and takes off the condom to stroke himself.

“Bend over for me pretty,” Yoongi instructs and Jimin goes back to his original position of ass out with his hands against the wall. The view is what pushes him over and he is cumming hard on Jimin’s supple ass, repeating the younger’s name breathlessly as he does. After his high, he turns to lean back against the wall for support and watches as the water washes away his release.

“No more tonight. My ass can’t take it,” Jimin pants, caging the elder in to softly kissing him with the cooling water running over their hot skin.

“You could always fuck me,” Yoongi says with a chuckle.

“Funny you mention that” Jimin smirks, chastely kissing the elder before stepping away to properly clean himself off.

“You can’t leave it at that,” Yoongi complains, grabbing Jimin by the hips and pulling him back into the elder. Jimin just giggles but doesn’t answer, grabbing Yoongi’s body wash to use and handing the elder the bottle. “Are you really not going to tell me?”

“I’ll tell you but that’s part of the conversation we’re supposed to have after the shower,” Jimin explains, still smirking.

“Brat,” Yoongi mumbles. Jimin gasps in mock offense and slaps a body wash covered hand to the elder’s chest playfully. “Yah you’re just proving my point!”

Jimin just giggles and returns to washing himself.

Yeah, this will be fine.

--

“I need a drink,” Jimin declares as he leaves his room from getting dressed in clean clothes.

“We just fucked twice, and you still need a drink to have this conversation?” Yoongi asks from the couch, chuckling slightly at his roommate.

“Don’t bring your logic into this,” Jimin replies, pouring himself a glass of wine. “Do you want one?”

“Sure. But no getting drunk. We can’t have this talk while drunk.”

“I know I know calm down,” Jimin says as he grabs a second glass and pours for Yoongi. He takes them both to the living room and puts them down on the coffee table before sitting at the opposite end of the couch. He looks over to Yoongi who is staring at Jimin’s bare legs with wide eyes.

“We just fucked twice, and you’re still staring like you could go again,” Jimin teases, grabbing his glass and swirling the red liquid before taking a sip.

“I probably could honestly,” Yoongi admits, making Jimin blush. “Not my fault you’re hot.”

“Oooookay moving on,” Jimin says, feeling flustered at the attention.

“Aw is Minie getting flustered?”

“Shut up,” Jimin whines which makes Yoongi chuckle.

“Okay okay I won’t tease right now.” Yoongi grabs his glass and drinks immediately. “Where should we start?”

“I don’t know you’re the one who is super calm and confident about all of this.”

“You’re the one with the fantasies.”

“It shouldn’t just be mine though right? Like we can try things for you too.

“Fair,” Yoongi says as he puts his glass back on the table.

“Maybe we should start with things we don’t want to do, so we don’t cross any lines,” Jimin suggests nervously, focusing on his glass of wine instead of Yoongi.

“Okay good thinking. Is there anything you don’t want?”

“Um,” Jimin mumbles, watching as he swirls his wine around the glass smoothly. “Nothing degrading.”

“Like what?”

“Like calling me a slut or just treating me badly.”

“Got it. Easily avoided.”

Jimin snaps his head up with a confused look to Yoongi who raises his own eyebrow briefly before understanding.

“My instinct is never to degrade you Min. Never crossed my mind as an option or something I’d want.”

“Ah,” Jimin muses, taking a sip to calm his nervousness. “Um what about you?”

Yoongi is quiet for a moment in thought which lets Jimin’s anxiety start to bubble up.

“I don’t really want to be a sub if we do any dom and sub things.”

“Okay,” Jimin replies a little to eagerly, feeling his face get hot immediately after.

“Was dom/sub stuff one of your things?” Yoongi asks, biting back a smirk as he sees Jimin’s face get beet red.

“Um kind of,” Jimin mumbles, eyes focused on the sleeves of his hoodie that cover his hands from their length.

“Kind of?” Yoongi raises a curious eyebrow.

“Not like anything super heavy but just the power dynamic of it I guess.”

“And you want to be the submissive one?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin near whispers, feeling like he will explode from embarrassment.

“Min look at me,” Yoongi says softly but Jimin doesn’t move a muscle. He slides down the couch to sit next to the younger and gently lifts his chin, so they make eye contact. “Don’t stress yourself over this. I promise to never judge you, okay?”

“Mkay,” Jimin mumbles, focusing on the soft expression the elder has.

“Would cuddling make you feel better?”

Jimin laughs airily and he feels himself relax a little. Yoongi moves back to his spot and gestures for Jimin to move to him, which he does. Jimin lays on his side with his head resting on Yoongi’s chest so the elder can comb through his hair with his fingers. And Yoongi does so absentmindedly which makes Jimin sigh with contentment.

“Better?”

“Much,” Jimin hums, nuzzling into the touch.

“Are there any other things you don’t want to do?”

“Um not that I can think of,” Jimin replies quietly, playing with his hoodie string.

“But you’ll tell me if you do right?”

“Of course,” Jimin says surely. “You too okay?”

“Okay,” Yoongi replies, smiling softly.

“I’ve shared something I want. Now it’s your turn.”

“Ooookay uh,” Yoongi starts, his heart rate increases slightly and Jimin starts to giggle softly. “Why are you laughing?”

“I can feel your heart speed up hyung,” Jimin says, his hand tapping against Yoongi’s chest over his heart. “Look who’s nervous now.”

“Don’t tease me,” Yoongi says, poking Jimin’s side enough to make him squirm from the tickling.

“Okay okay I won’t stop!” Jimin laughs as the tickle attack continues. Yoongi relents, chucking to himself as Jimin playful hit his chest before relaxing down again.

“Okay um have you heard of flipping?” Yoongi asks when they’ve both calmed down.

“No.”

“Well it’s pretty straightforward. It’s just switching positions during sex. Like who tops and who bottoms.”

“Oh,” Jimin muses. “I uh I’ve never topped.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks, a little surprised. “What was that in the shower earlier then?”

“It’s something I want to try.”

“Ah. We can do that,” Yoongi assures, returning to raking through Jimin’s hair. “What else?”

They discuss different fantasies and kinks, from mirror sex to bondage to roleplay and more. The fact Yoongi is so comfortable with all of this makes Jimin feel better, even glad he is doing this with him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t mention a threesome or something,” Yoongi  says once they’ve decided they shared everything.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s a pretty standard fantasy for people.”

“Well it’s just not for me. I’d rather keep it just me and my partner,” Jimin answers honestly. “You didn’t bring it up either.”

“Well that’s cause I’ve already had one.”

“You what?!” Jimin sits up suddenly, startling Yoongi with his quick action.

“What? Is that like a big deal?”

“N-no it’s just unexpected,” Jimin rambles feeling flustered again. “Was this with your ex?”

“Uh yeah. I didn’t enjoy it much to be honest.”

“Oh? How come?”

“She was the one who wanted to do it and wanted another girl, and I don’t know it was just uncomfortable. I didn’t like having a stranger on me even with my girlfriend’s consent. It also made me realize that I lean towards liking men more than women.”

“Oh,” Jimin replies, surprised at Yoongi’s transparency. “Was the break up soon after?”

“Yeah, like a month later. I think she is dating that girl now actually.”

“Small world,” Jimin chuckles and Yoongi joins in with. “Uh is there anything else we should talk about?”

“We should probably have safe words. Do you know the traffic system?”

“Yeah. Red for stop, green for go, yellow to slow down.”

“Right, so we can use that.”

“Okay,” Jimin mumbles. “And uh we should leave this in the bedroom, right? Like what happens there stays there?”

“Yeah, we can do that,” Yoongi confirms.

“Okay so uh I guess that’s that,” Jimin says awkwardly. They both stay there in awkward silence, neither really knowing what to do now. Thankfully Jimin’s phone starts to buzz on the coffee table so he quickly sits up to grab it and see his other best friend, Taehyung, is calling.

“Hi Tae,” he answers, Yoongi giving a soft nod knowing who it is.

“Hi Min! Are you busy right now?”

“Nope. What’s up?”

“Oh do I have a story for you!”

“Uh oh. Uh hang on one second before you start,” Jimin pulls his phone away from his ear and mutes himself before looking at Yoongi. “We shouldn’t tell people about this, should we?”

“It’s not really anyone’s busy besides ours so I guess not,” Yoongi answers.

“Okay. Uh good night hyung,” Jimin says before standing to leave the living room. “Hi Tae. Yeah, I was just asking hyung something. You can start now.”

Yoongi listens to the soft steps of Jimin walking away and his bedroom door shutting quietly before he lets out a long sigh.

This is either going to be great or really, really bad.

--

“Remind me again why I took this job,” Yoongi grumbles as he carries an empty tray back into the kitchen.

“Because we have to pay rent,” Jimin teases, following the elder with another empty tray.

“I can’t tell if this is worse or better than just being a waiter.”

Yoongi and Jimin both work for a catering company, often acting like wait staff by serving buffet foods or walking around with trays of appetizers at swanky events and weddings. Their company has it’s own space where most of their events are held, like tonight’s business anniversary party for some boring corporation.

“It’s not that bad hyung.”

“Says you. This shit is effortless for you cause you’re so charming by default. You smile once and everyone melts.”

“That’s not true at all,” Jimin rolls his eyes with a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

“It absolutely is. If we got tips, you’d be loaded.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“It is the truth. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“Whatever,” Jimin chuckles before leaving the kitchen to clean the buffet more. Yoongi lets out a sigh and runs his hand through his black hair which just falls back into his face. He starts the work of washing the platters and trays since they have no dishwasher for this event, so he rolls up the sleeves of his black button up before dunking the first plate into the soapy water. He gets into a rhythm having done this a few times before and he doesn’t here when Jimin comes back and adds the last platters to the stack.

“You need a haircut,” Jimin comments, raking his hand through Yoongi’s hair and watching it fall back down.

“What you don’t like my long hair?”

“I didn’t say that. It just gets in your eyes and I know that annoys you.” Jimin moves behind Yoongi and snakes his arms around the elder’s waist and rest his chin on his shoulder.

“Jimin we’re at work,” Yoongi muses casually, still focused on his task despite the prickling arousal he is starting to feel.

“Can I not hug you at work?” Yoongi can hear Jimin’s pout in his words and it makes him chuckle.

“You’ve never hugged me like this.”

“So?”

“So it leads me to believe you want something.”

“What kind of something?” Jimin asks, his voice low and spoken directly into Yoongi’s ear which makes the latter feel chills.

“You know what.”

“Do I?”

“Jimin,” Yoongi warns, turning his head slightly to see the younger in his peripherals. Jimin seems innocent, but the darkness in his eyes tell a different story.

“Fine,” Jimin relents. “It’s been two weeks and we haven’t tried anything yet. So I wanted to do something later.”

“Did you have something in mind?” Yoongi asks with a raised eyebrow, his arousal stirring awake at the implication.

Jimin hums in assent and pulls Yoongi closer, pressing his hips into the elder’s ass before whispering in his ear “Wanna fuck you.”

“Shit Jimin you can’t say that while we’re at work,” Yoongi mutters, eyeing the kitchen to see they are the only two there.

“Relax hyung no one else is here. Chef already left and the party is winding down, so it’s just us in here,” Jimin explains, rolling his hips in Yoongi making the elder gasp.

“You don’t want to do that here do you?”

“No. Just getting you worked up.” Jimin smirks against Yoongi’s neck before softly kissing there, sending a shiver through Yoongi.

“Baby,” Yoongi whisper warns, his task now forgotten thanks to the younger’s ministrations.

“I’m baby already hm?” Jimin teases before kissing Yoongi’s neck softly again. He pulls away fully then, which is both a relief to Yoongi and a curse for wanting more.

“We can leave quicker if you help me,” Yoongi says, forcing his attention back to the stack of trays next to him.

“Fine. Scoot over,” Jimin says, rolling up the sleeves of his matching black button up and bumping his hip into the elder’s side to get him to move.

“Brat,” Yoongi mumbles with a small smirk, bumping Jimin’s hip in retaliation. Jimin just giggles softly before grabbing the next platter and washing it alongside the elder. They stay in a comfortable silence as they work, quickly getting through the stack and sorting the different trays and platters to return them to storage. Shortly after completing that task, their co-worker Seokjin enters the kitchen.

“Oh you two are still here,” he says upon seeing the duo.

“We just finished so we’ll be leaving shortly,” Jimin explains.

“Okay cool. Just wanted to lock up and head home myself.”

“We won’t linger. I’ll grab our stuff hyung,” Jimin says turning to Yoongi for his last statement and giving him a wink.

The audacity of that boy.

“So what do you even do during the event?” Yoongi asks Seokjin in an attempt to distract himself from Jimin’s antics.

“Occasionally make sure everything is working out for the client and they aren’t breaking shit. Otherwise I sit in the office doing fuck all.”

“Sounds much nicer that being a server.”

“Perks of being an event manager I suppose. Most of my work is done outside the actual event, but I still have to be here for it if they need anything.”

“At least you get paid, right?”

“Right. I wouldn’t sit here all night on a Friday if I wasn’t.”

Jimin reappears then with a backpack slung over a shoulder as he types away on his phone. He finishes his message just as he rejoins the other two and looks up directly at Yoongi.

“Ready?”

“Yeah. Night hyung,” Yoongi says, turning to leave through the kitchen exit.

“Night guys. Enjoy what’s left of your night,” Seokjin says innocently.

“Oh we will hyung,” Jimin replies with a smile. Another moment easily mistaken as innocent but Yoongi knows better. He shoots Jimin a look and the younger just smiles playfully with mischief glinting in his eyes.

“You’re a menace,” Yoongi says once in the car, resting his head against the backrest as Jimin gets into the passenger side.

“Yes. A horny one,” Jimin says casually.

“What happened to the shy and embarrassed Jimin from two weeks ago?”

“He’s not in right now.”

Yoongi shakes his head with a chuckle before starting the car to go home. They are silent, this time a little more tense and Yoongi can see Jimin fiddling with his sleeves out of the corner of his eye.

“What’s wrong Min?”

“Nothing.”

Yoongi gives Jimin a look that screams ‘really?’ and Jimin just sighs.

“I’m not pushing this on you am I?”

“Pushing what?”

“To have sex tonight. And for us to switch.”

Yoongi glances over to the younger who is watching him with worried eyes and biting on his bottom lip waiting for a response. He looks cute, Yoongi thinks.

“No you’re not pushing. If I didn’t want to, I would say no. We agreed that we’d get consent every time and only do things when we both want to.”

Yoongi pulls into the parking lot of their apartment complex, parking into his designated spot and turning the car off.

“You sure?” Jimin asks, scanning Yoongi’s face for and indicator of lying.

“I’m sure baby,” Yoongi says, giving the younger a chaste kiss before getting out of the car.

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin says when he gets out of the car and they both head for the stairs.

“For what?”

“The reassurance.”

Yoongi looks to his side to see Jimin smiling softly while watching where he walks and a feeling of fondness washes over him.

“Any time Min.”

They close the distance between themselves and their apartment, Yoongi already with keys in hand to unlock the door and enter. They kick their shoes off by the door and Jimin tosses the backpack onto the couch. They’re now standing their in silence, neither moving or knowing what to do.

Yoongi trails his eyes over Jimin’s body and how nicely he fits into their work attire. The pants in particular hug his thighs so nicely it makes Yoongi salivate.

“It’s unfair how we wear the same thing and you look so much better in it,” he says, taking a hold on Jimin’s hips while still ogling him.

“Shut up I do not,” Jimin replies, snaking his arms around the elder’s neck loosely.

“Have you seen yourself? Your ass in these pants should be illegal.” Yoongi’s hands roam to Jimin’s ass and squeezes firmly, causing Jimin to whimper softly and arch forward into him.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines, pressing their bodies together.

“Yes baby?”

Jimin looks Yoongi in the eye, his eyes darkening and filling with lust. “Kiss me.”

Yoongi pauses only for a moment before closing the distance between them for a gentle kiss. It quickly becomes needy as they remember how good this is, both of them licking into each other’s mouths and nipping at their lips.

“Can I fuck you tonight?” Jimin pants when they break for air, pressing his semi-hard into Yoongi’s and they both softly groan.

“Yeah baby. You can fuck me,” Yoongi exhales, the thought lighting his arousal on fire. Their lips come crashing together again, messy and desperate with their kissing and moaning quietly into their mouths.

“My room,” Jimin instructs, pulling away entirely  and grabbing hold of Yoongi’s wrist to pull him along. Yoongi follows like an excited puppy, eyes glued to Jimin’s behind as they walk the short distance to Jimin’s room. They don’t even close the door before they are crowding onto each other in the bed and re-engaging in their desperate lip lock.

“Want to touch you,” Jimin pants, fumbling with the buttons on Yoongi’s shirt but getting it off quickly still. Yoongi is quick to do the same to Jimin, hands sliding the shirt over the younger’s shoulders and gliding back down his chest. His hands stop at Jimin’s waist and he pulls the younger to straddle him and trails kisses from his neck and down his chest.

“A-ah,” Jimin gasps as Yoongi sucks on a nipple, laving over it with his tongue afterwards. Jimin’s breathing gets heavier the more Yoongi plays with it, pulling the bud with his teeth and sucking gently. He switches to the other side and Jimin starts to squirm in his lap, hips rolling into his growing erection.

“H-hyung please let me fuck you,” Jimin pants, hands gripping tightly in Yoongi’s hair as he continue his trail of open-mouther kisses down the younger’s stomach.

“Okay baby. Want to prep me too?” Yoongi asks breathily, kneading Jimin’s ass as the younger grinds down on him.

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs, moving off Yoongi’s lap. “Take these off.” Jimin pulls on the belt loops of the elder’s pants to get his point across and Yoongi obliges, standing up to pull off the belt and undone the fastenings. Jimin does the same, letting his pants slide to his ankles before kicking them to the side, left in just his underwear.

“You talk about my ass, but have you seen yours?” Jimin teases, grabbing Yoongi’s ass with a squeeze making the elder jump. “Have you done this before?”

“Bottomed? Yeah, but it’s been a while,” Yoongi answers, kicking his pants aside to also be in solely his boxers.

“You’re gonna have to help me,” Jimin says a little bashfully. Yoongi closes the space between them, pulling Jimin into his arms and kissing him softly.

“Of course baby,” Yoongi replies between kisses, feeling Jimin relax into his hold. They exchange a few more tender kisses before getting back into the bed with Jimin hovering over Yoongi. Jimin grabs the lube and a condom from his nightstand, putting the latter aside and pouring the cool liquid  onto his fingers.

“So I just go slow and put them in?” Jimin asks, warming the lube somewhat as he positions himself between Yoongi’s legs.

“Basically yeah. I can tell you when to add more.”

“Okay,” Jimin replies as he reaches down to circle Yoongi’s rim at first.

“Shit! Forgot how that feels,” Yoongi twitches at the feeling.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Jimin taunts, sucking a mark into Yoongi’s thigh that won’t leave a bruise.

“Y-yeah. You can start.”

Jimin does as instructed, pushing the tip of his index finger in slowly while Yoongi breathes heavy below him. Once all the way in, Jimin waits and lets Yoongi relax, feeling how tight and tense he is. He kisses his inner thighs gently as a distraction, moving once Yoongi feels more relaxed and is whining in pleasure.

“Been so long since I’ve done this,” Yoongi exhales, enjoying as Jimin rubs his walls casually. “Add another.”

Jimin slips his middle finger in slowly as breathy swears fall from Yoongi’s lips. He watches the elder carefully for any look of pain but it’s just pleasure which makes the younger feel proud. He starts to scissor some, knowing that helps with the stretch and Yoongi groans deliciously and precum drips from his tip.

After repeating the process with a third finger, Yoongi is panting that he is ready, whimpering when Jimin pulls his fingers out to put the condom on and lube himself.

“You’re doing so well baby. Can’t wait to feel you in me,” Yoongi reassures. “How do you want me?”

“Stay like this. Want to see your face,” Jimin says, stroking to full hardness and get covered in lube. “Ready hyung?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales, focusing on relaxing. Jimin presses his tip against Yoongi’s hole and slowly pushes in, holding Yoongi’s hip tightly with one hand while guiding with the other.

“Fuck ah so tight hyung,” Jimin grits as he goes slow, watching as he disappears inside the elder.

“Keep going baby. Ah. Feels good,” Yoongi says, encouraging Jimin until he bottoms out.

“Fuck ah,” Jimin pants, the feeling of being inside overwhelming with how tight and warm it is.

“Take your time baby,” Yoongi says, pulling Jimin into a sloppy, slow kiss. They stay like that for a bit until Jimin pulls away.

“Want to move. Can I?” he pants, more used to the feeling now.

“Yeah you can move.”

Jimin adjusts his position before pulling out to the tip slowly and back in just as slow. The drag feels so different and it’s making his orgasm build rapidly.

“Ah feels so good hyung. So tight,” Jimin grunts, finding a steady rhythm he likes and rolling his hips with it.

“So good baby,” Yoongi pants, “Go faster.”

Jimin does, thrusting at a quicker pace and snapping his hips forward more. Yoongi groans and swears with every thrust with turns Jimin on even more, making the younger moan loudly.

“Fuck,” Yoongi yells when Jimin finds his prostate and Jimin targets it specifically from then on. His orgasm is coming quickly but he needs Yoongi to go first.

“Does daddy like my cock?” Jimin asks and Yoongi lets out a guttural groan. “Am I fucking you good?”

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi says with widening eyes, more precum dripping from him. “So good baby. Daddy loves it.”

That motivates Jimin to go harder, pounding as hard as he can into Yoongi’s prostate as the elder swears under him. He can feel his release being seconds away and he won’t be able to hold back much longer. He grabs Yoongi’s dick and strokes with his thrusts, hoping to get the elder closer faster.

“C-close daddy fuck need you to cum,” Jimin grits, trying to hold himself back as much as possible.

“I’m close to baby. Don’t stop.”

“Daddy please I-I need it!” Jimin can feel his heart bang against is rib cage with his climax coming like a runaway train.

“You can cum first baby,” Yoongi pants, the coiling of his orgasm getting tighter with how desperate Jimin is.

“Want you-ah fuck-want you to first.” Jimin’s thrusting is getting erratic and he can’t hold out for much longer. “Fuck your hole is too good. So tight and ah fuck!”

Jimin loses the battle of keeping his orgasm back, stuttering into a thrust and releasing into the condom hard with an obscene cry. He thrusts himself through it, breathing hard and mind foggy as he reaches his high and starts to come down. He collapses on top of Yoongi who holds him close and soothingly rubs his back as he comes back to reality.

“You didn’t cum,” Jimin pants, feeling Yoongi’s erection pressing into his stomach.

“It’s okay baby. This was for you,” Yoongi reassures, kissing the younger on the forehead softly.

“Let me help.” Jimin shifts, pulling himself out and tying off the used condom once removed.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Jimin says with sureness, relaxing in between Yoongi’s legs and stroking him slowly. “Please daddy.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi gasps, the name still as potent as the first time, “Yeah okay baby.”

Jimin smiles softly before licking a stripe up his length, making Yoongi groan and drop his head back in pleasure. He sucks on the tip briefly, licking up the precum before pulling off.

“Taste so good hyung,” Jimin says and then takes Yoongi in fully, nearly deep throating him in one go.

“Oh god fuck Jimin,” Yoongi groans, feeling his cock encased in wet warmth so quickly. “I’m not gonna last.”

Yoongi sees the glint of smugness in Jimin’s eye before the younger starts to move, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pressing his tongue to his length. The room is filled with sloppy sounds and Yoongi’s swears as Jimin picks up the pace, an almost brutal pace that is shoving Yoongi towards the edge.

“Your mouth is amazing baby. Fucking feels so good. Gorgeous as you take my cock,” Yoongi rambles, his brain fuzzy with arousal. “Fuck baby I’m cumming…”

His words trail off into a groan as he spills into Jimin’s throat, his dick throbbing on Jimin’s tongue and making the younger moan around it making the orgasm longer. Yoongi is breathing heavily like he can’t get enough air and he collapses back onto the bed feeling too shaky to hold himself up. After his high, Jimin pulls of carefully, licking the tip briefly to get all the cum left and swallowing it effortlessly before moving to lie next to Yoongi.

“Holy shit you are good at that,” Yoongi pants, eyes closed as he tries to regain his breathing. “C’mere.”

Jimin scoots closer and Yoongi wraps an arm around the younger, scratching lightly on his back and Jimin hums in contentment.

“Wish you came from getting fucked,” Jimin admits quietly.

“Baby it’s okay. It’s not your fault. I’m just not a bottom,” Yoongi reassures, opening his eyes to look at the younger properly. Jimin grumbles something and Yoongi pulls him closer, peppering kisses where he can reach. “You gave me the best blow job of my life. I am more than happy with that.”

“Okay,” Jimin mumbles.

“How was topping?”

“Good. Kind of weird,” Jimin admits, nuzzling closer to Yoongi. “I think I prefer being a bottom.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, still scratching Jimin’s back soothingly and secretly happy at Jimin preferring bottoming.

That is a weird thing to be happy about.

“Hyung,” Jimin says softly, voice sleepy.

“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, leaving his thoughts behind to listen.

“I’m glad I’m doing this with you. You make everything feel comfortable.”

Yoongi can feel Jimin’s breathing even out as the younger drifts off to sleep and his heart swells at the words Jimin shared.

“I’m glad you feel that way Min,” Yoongi replies softly, kissing Jimin’s forehead delicately as the younger falls asleep fully.

He stays there holding Jimin, watching as he fully succumbs to peaceful sleep before unraveling himself and rolling out of the bed. He slips on his boxers and grabs his other clothes before heading towards the open door. He turns back at the threshold, grabbing the doorknob to shut the door.

“Good night Minie,” Yoongi whispers, feeling guilty for leaving but thinking it is for the better.

Chapter Text

Jimin blinks his eyes open slowly as he stirs. Sunlight streams through the gap of his curtains and stretches slightly, arm reaching over to find the space next to him empty.

Friends with benefits don’t stay.

Jimin frowns anyway, secretly wishing that Yoongi would be next to him when he woke up so he could curl into him for morning cuddles and maybe morning sex. Instead he is left alone and not entirely sure what time it even is.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and looks around, finding his phone on his nightstand which he doesn’t remember putting there. He wakes it to see it is 10:40 am, much later than he usually sleeps but at least it is a full day off from everything. He sits up with a stretch and throws his legs over the edge to stand up, still fully naked from last night’s activities. He expects to find his work clothes scattered on the floor, but instead they are folded nicely and sitting on his desk chair.

Oh Yoongi must have done that.

Jimin feels a small blush creep to his cheeks as he smiles fondly at the gesture.

He must have plugged my phone in too.

A wave of fondness floods through Jimin and his blissed state is interrupted as his phone vibrates in his hand.

“Hello?” he answers, not looking at the caller id.

“Hi Minie!” Taehyung’s voice rings through, sounding much brighter than Jimin is conscious for. “What are you up to?”

“Just woke up,” Jimin answers, shouldering the phone to his ear as he grabs new clothes to change into after a shower.

“Min it’s almost the afternoon.”

“So?”

“You never sleep in, even when you can. Unless you did something exhausting yesterday.”

“I just had work and came home,” Jimin draws out the last word, remembering what the exhausting activity was.

“Ooh did something happen after work?” Jimin can hear Taehyung’s eyebrow wiggle.

“No,” Jimin says with finality.

“Uh huh sure. Well you can tell me about it over lunch cause I miss your face.”

“Aw just my face?” Jimin teases, putting his chosen clothes on the sink counter of his bathroom.

“Well also your ass,” Taehyung laughs and Jimin just rolls his eyes. “Our usual place in an hour work for you?”

“Sure. See you then.”

They end the call and Jimin jumps in the shower, turning the heat to high and letting the hot water finish waking him up. He takes a longer than usual shower, getting out to a fully steamed up bathroom to dry himself as much as possible before slipping into his skinny jeans and white t-shirt.

He looks at the foggy mirror, debating on if he should bother with it or just use Yoongi’s bathroom to blow dry his hair.

Should probably ask him first.

Jimin wanders out to the living room which is quiet. Odd for a Saturday. He goes to check his bedroom and the open door indicates the elder isn’t home. But Jimin knocks anyway before sticking his head in and seeing no one.

I didn’t know he had plans today.

Jimin slides into Yoongi’s bathroom, decided to make quick work of drying his hair. Something about being in here when Yoongi is gone has Jimin on edge, even though he has done this so many times before. He gets to work, turning the hair dryer to high and drying his brunette strands haphazardly. Once deemed dry enough, he puts it back where he found it and before he turns to leave, his eyes linger on the shower.

The shower we had sex in.

“Jimin?”

“Fuck!” Jimin jumps, whipping around to see Yoongi leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a quirked eyebrow. He’s in a black t-shirt with a flannel, blue beanie, and ripped up skinny jeans and Jimin finds it to be way more arousing than it should be.

“You fogged up your bathroom, didn’t you?” Yoongi asks, his tone amused as he eyes the younger.

“Uh yeah. Just wanted to dry my hair. I should have asked,” Jimin rambles awkwardly.

“Why? You do this all the time, and I don’t mind.”

“Right but um I didn’t know you were home.”

“I just got back,” Yoongi answers, stepping out of the doorway to let Jimin out. “You look like you’re going somewhere.”

“Oh yeah. Meeting Tae,” Jimin answers as he leaves Yoongi’s room to go back to his own, unsure if the elder is following him or not. He starts grabbing his necessary paraphernalia, shoving his wallet and keys into his pockets, and grabbing his phone.

“You’ll probably want a jacket or something. It’s chillier than usual.”

Jimin jumps again and he hears Yoongi laugh which just makes him groan from embarrassment.

“Stop scaring me,” Jimin groans.

“It’s not my fault you are jumpy today. What’s got you so wound up anyway?”

“Nothing. You just keep catching me off guard. Need to put a bell on you so I know you’re coming.”

“Is that a new kink of yours?”

Jimin whips around with wide eyes and a red face, shocked at the idea which just makes Yoongi laugh more.

“I’m kidding Min,” Yoongi says once calm enough. Jimin grumbles to himself and goes to the closet to find something to layer with and also hide his embarrassment from the elder. As he does so, Yoongi walks further into the room and stands next to the younger who is animatedly filing through sweaters. “Seriously though you seem off.”

“You just startled me hyung. So I guess you wound me up,” Jimin answers, trying his best to reach the far end of his closet.

“Well if you weren’t going to see Tae, I could help you unwind.”

Jimin bites down on his lip to not react. Since Yoongi is in a teasing mood, he’d definitely use any reaction against him.

“Are your closet doors still broken?”

“Yes,” Jimin replies, snagging an oversized cardigan with a letter M patch he hasn’t worn in a while. “The shitty plastic wheels have broken, and the doors are trash anyway.”

“You should get them replaced.”

“Eventually.” Jimin steps back from the closet to put on the cardigan, enjoy the coziness of it. He checks the time on his phone and realizes he’s running late and hasn’t even done his hair. As that thought crosses his mind, he feels Yoongi pull a beanie on his head. “Have you developed the ability to read minds cause that was uncanny.”

“No. I just know you well,” Yoongi answers, running his hand through his now hatless hair.

Oh he gave me his beanie.

“Have fun with Tae. Tell him I said hi,” Yoongi says before turning out of the room and leaving. Jimin feels frozen in place over the interaction they just shared. There wasn’t anything special or different about it, but something feels different.

His thoughts are interrupted as his phone buzzes in his hand with a text from Taehyung saying he is there already. Jimin does one last check of his appearance and that he has everything before heading out.

--

“Spill Park,” Taehyung says as Jimin slides into the booth with him.

“Hi, it’s so nice to see you too. Hyung also says hi,” Jimin deadpans, taking off his sunglasses and putting them aside.

“I ordered your usual if that’s okay,” Taehyung says, ignoring Jimin’s sarcasm.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“So who did you fuck?”

“Jesus Tae you have no subtlety.”

“What’s the point of being subtle between us?” Taehyung asks rhetorically. “Unless I am somehow way off. But you have that just-had-sex glow.”

“There’s a glow?” Jimin asks, quirking an amused eyebrow at the younger. A waitress comes over with their drinks and says food will be out in a minute.

“Absolutely. And you are radiant.”

Jimin groans, taking a long sip of his drink before furthering this conversation. “I should have known I’d never keep this hidden from you.”

“Ooh so this is a secret thing,” Taehyung singsongs wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“We agreed we didn’t need to tell other people.”

“So you’re in a secret relationship!”

“Not a relationship.”

“Oh?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows as he sips his drink. “What is it then?”

“Friends with benefits,” Jimin sighs, already regretting this conversation.

“That’s it? Why is that secret worthy?”

“Cause when I tell you who you’ll flip.”

“Well now you have to tell me,” Taehyung smirks, leaning forward to watch the elder expectantly.

Jimin lets out a long sigh, rubbing his eyes with his palms as if the action was like clicking his heels to go home. “It’s hyung.”

“Hyung? You mean…” Taehyung trails off and Jimin gives him a look that makes the younger cackle excitedly.

“Okay can you at least react quietly?” Jimin says in a hushed tone, feeling some other patrons turning to look at them.

“Okay sorry. But wow seriously? Your best friend of ten years is your fuck buddy?”

“Yeah…”

“How did this happen?”

“I um might have mentioned wanting to try new things and it just spiraled from there I guess.”

“Wait wait wait!” Taehyung says excitedly. “New things?! You’re having kinky sex with hyung?!”

“Shush will you!”

“Ah this is so much better than what I was expecting!”

“You’re insufferable sometimes,” Jimin groans, covering his face with his hands as he cheeks redden vibrantly.

“So when am I getting an invite to a threesome?”

“Never,” Jimin deadpans. Taehyung gasps in mock offense and tosses a balled-up napkin at him.

“Are you saying I’m not good enough to fuck you and your long-time crush?”

“No. Neither of us want a threesome so it’s just not happening,” Jimin answers honestly. “Also what long-time crush?”

“Jiminie you were crushing on him for years. And I am certain those feelings haven’t fully faded away.”

“I don’t still have those feelings for him.”

“I disagree,” Taehyung affirms as their food is brought to them. “Seriously though do you think this is a good idea? Don’t you think this could hurt your friendship?”

“I’ve thought about it. Still do. But we promised we wouldn’t let it.”

“It will inevitably change something Min,” Taehyung adds, now being serious.

“I know,” Jimin sighs. “But so far it’s been okay.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Like two weeks. So we haven’t really done anything crazy.”

“Define crazy,” Taehyung requests, returning to his mischief.

“I could barely tell hyung what I wanted. I’m sure as hell not telling you my fantasies,” Jimin focuses on his food as Taehyung pouts at him and tries to give him puppy dog eyes.

“Can you tell me what you have done then if it’s not too crazy?”

“Just sex to be honest. I topped for the first time.”

“Awwww my sweet Minie finally topped,” Taehyung teases and Jimin throws the balled napkin back at him.

“Stop being a brat or I won’t tell you shit.”

“Fine fine. To be fair I didn’t know you hadn’t topped before.”

“That’s cause you tell me about your misadventures, and I stay quiet.”

“Well that isn’t gonna happen anymore now that you’re playing out fantasies with your roommate.”

“Rude,” Jimin grumbles as Taehyung laughs brightly.

“Okay tell me one juicy fantasy or kink you want to do, and I’ll tone down the teasing.”

“Just tone down?” Jimin asks with a skeptical look.

“I can’t fully let it go cause it’s too damn tempting. So this is my best offer.”

“Add in that you won’t mention any of this to anyone else. Not even to Yoongi cause I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Jimin counteroffers, pointing his chopsticks at the younger to make the deal.

“Done. Now tell me something good.”

“So this is something I haven’t actually told Yoongi yet…”

“Oh fuck this is juicy already!” Taehyung claps excitedly which makes Jimin roll his eyes.

“Ugh you’re embarrassing.”

“Just say it Park.”

“It’s…lingerie,” Jimin mumbles the end as hushed as possible.

“Ooooh wanna look all pretty for hyung?”

“God, I hate you.”

“No you don’t. I’m your soulmate you could never,” Taehyung smiles smugly knowing he is right. “We should go shopping after this so you can get some.”

“Why on Earth would I want to do that with you?”

“Would you rather go alone?” Taehyung lifts an amused eyebrow, examining Jimin briefly.

“Okay fine. I wanted to get some new clothes anyway,” Jimin relents.

“To impress your man? I’m done I swear!” Taehyung defends from an incoming slap as they both start giggling at their antics.

“Okay can we please talk about anything else now?” Jimin relaxes back down and digs into his meal along with Taehyung. They have a more public appropriate conversation while they finish lunch and as they make their way to the shopping center nearby.

“So what are we looking for? Panties? Stockings? Full sets?” Taehyungs asks as they enter the final store of their trip: the lingerie shop. It’s a small boutique that is quiet with no other shoppers, which Jimin is thankful for.

“Um I don’t know,” Jimin replies awkwardly. This is not how he expected his day to go.

“What would Yoongi want?” Taehyung asks nonchalantly.

“How would I know? Also these aren’t for him. They’re for me. He’s just a beneficiary.”

“I like that attitude,” Taehyung chuckles. “Honestly, you’ll look great in any of these thanks to that great ass.”

“No wonder people always think we’re fucking,” Jimin teases, looking through the selection of panties between them.

“You may be my soulmate, but it is purely platonic.”

“Says the one who wants an invite to a threesome.”

“That’s a special occasion.”

Jimin laughs brightly and shakes his head at the silliness of it all.

“I’m glad you told me about Yoongi by the way,” Taehyung adds after a bit of silence.

“Why?”

“Cause then if you need someone to talk to about it you can talk to me. Like if you need to vent or if something goes wrong, I can be your go to.”

“Wow that’s very heartfelt of you,” Jimin replies, a little taken aback by the sincere caring of it.

“I am a very heartfelt person thank you very much,” Taehyung teases. “But seriously Min I love you dearly and don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks Tae,” Jimin smiles softly. “I appreciate it.”

“Now what do you think about these?”

They go through different options and chat away as if this is a completely normal thing to do on a Saturday afternoon. Jimin settles on a few different lace panties of different colors and a black silk robe that felt so soft to the touch he couldn’t resist. Taehyung even bought some things in a claim of solidarity but Jimin really knew that he just wanted them for his own enjoyment.

“So when are you going to surprise Yoongi-hyung with your new goodies?” Taehyung asks as they head back to the parking lot where Jimin parked.

“I don’t know. I think I’ll wait for a certain moment. Plan it out a little bit.”

“Ooh you’re quite the saucy minx, aren’t you?”

“Keep sassing and I won’t give you a ride home.”

“It was a compliment! I’m enjoying sexual explorer Jimin.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and lets it go, knowing Taehyung means no harm with his teasing. They toss their bags in the backseat and slide into their seats, then Jimin makes the short drive to Taehyung’s apartment who continuously preached about safe sex like a parent giving the talk to their child. Jimin near pushed Taehyung out of the car when they arrived, both laughing like idiots as best friends do.

Jimin spent the rest of his drive back home thinking about when he could surprise Yoongi. It was true that Jimin bought the lingerie for himself, but he would be lying if surprising Yoongi wasn’t a big motivating factor. Now he just has to hide the goods until the time is right. That is easier said than done when he walks into his apartment and Yoongi is basically at the door waiting for him.

“I thought I told you to stop scaring me,” Jimin complains when his heart rate starts to slow down after the initial spook of the elder being right there.

“I didn’t mean to. Just a coincidence you opened the door as I was walking by.”

“Excuses,” Jimin teases, kicking his shoes off at the door and heading towards his room until Yoongi pulls him back into his arms and kisses his cheek. “What’s that for?”

“An apology for continuously scaring you on accident today,” Yoongi explains. He kisses his cheek again and adds, “And that one is for leaving you alone in bed.”

“Why are you apologizing for that?” Jimin asks, his heart rate speeding up at the topic.

“Cause I feel guilty for leaving. Felt like a douche thing to do to you,” Yoongi admits, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder with a small pout.

“That’s what friends with benefits do though right?” Jimin asks, nervous of the answer.

“I guess but I still feel bad.”

“Don’t hyung,” Jimin reassures, not wanting Yoongi to beat himself up over something so trivial. “How about we agree to leave before the other falls asleep? So it’s not like running out in secret awkward.”

“Okay,” Yoongi grumbles, and Jimin can’t tell if it is because he still feels guilty of because he doesn’t like the plan. “So what did you get?”

“Oh um just some new clothes.”

“Are you going to show me like you usually do?”

“Uh nope,” Jimin replies, cheeks starting to flush as he pulls out of Yoongi’s hold to finish going to his room.

“No? You always do that though,” Yoongi asks while following the younger.

“Well not this time.” Jimin tries to remain casual about it as he drops the bags in his closet in the hard-to-reach spot so Yoongi can’t snoop. He’ll find a better place for everything later.

“Did you get something you don’t want me to see?” Yoongi raises an amused eyebrow as he asks and Jimin now firmly believes Yoongi can read minds. He decides to run with it, being as honest and vague as possible.

“Yes,” he says as confidently as he can muster, taking his cardigan off and tossing it into the laundry before looking at the elder. The surprised look in Yoongi’s eye makes to worth it.

“Keeping secrets from me now?” Yoongi asks, stepping closer to the younger and eyeing him carefully. “Will I ever get to see it?”

“Yes,” Jimin smirks, enjoying the pull he has with the elder right now. “One of the few who will.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly and start getting the now so familiar darkness that makes Jimin buzz with arousal.

“How long do I have to wait?” Yoongi closes the distance and they are now toe-to-toe. Jimin usually feels vulnerable under this intense stare, but right now he feels emboldened as the one with the upper hand.

He drapes his arms around Yoongi’s neck and plays with the hair on the nape of his neck. He watches as Yoongi tries his best to not react, but his eyes give him away.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Jimin answers coyly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth seductively and watches as Yoongi stares at the action, instinctively licking his lips after.

“I swear Jimin if you’re just messing with me, I’ll…” Yoongi grits, staring intensely into the younger’s eyes.

“You’ll what?” Jimin taunts, feeling bold from affecting Yoongi so much. “Punish me? Fuck me hard and pull my hair? Slap my ass so hard I can’t walk the next day?”

“Fuck Min,” Yoongi exhales, breathing heavily and looking like he is going to devour Jimin.

“Want that hyung?” Jimin asks, nuzzling into the elder’s neck and ghosting his lips there, seeing Yoongi flinch in anticipation. “It’s okay. I like it rough.”

Yoongi grips Jimin’s waist then and pushes him back enough to crash their lips together desperately, swallowing Jimin’s surprised gasp and licking into his mouth eagerly. It’s so hungry Jimin can barely keep up and he is feeling dizzy with lust.

“How rough do you like it?” Yoongi growls before kissing open-mouthed down Jimin’s jaw making the younger a whimpering mess.

“How rough can you make it?” Jimin pants, no shame present with how turned on he is now. Yoongi pauses his ministrations then, like he is hesitating, so Jimin leans back a little to look Yoongi in the eye. “Hyung?”

“I um haven’t really had rough sex before,” Yoongi admits, turning his head away to not look Jimin in the eye.

“Oh. Really?” Jimin asks, actually surprised.

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t think to mention it as something you want to try?”

“Didn’t come to mind till now.”

“Well,” Jimin starts, switching back to being bold. “Do you want to?”

“Y-yeah,” Yoongi stutters. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I can take it.” There is a low groan in Yoongi’s throat that has Jimin smirking. “And that is why we have safe words.”

“Right,” Yoongi exhales, his breathing labored with anticipation again. “Traffic system.”

“Right,” Jimin confirms, mouthing at Yoongi’s jaw slowly. “So ruin me hyung.”

Yoongi’s grip tightens brutally making Jimin yelp and Yoongi pushes him back towards the bed, shoving Jimin onto the bed and towering over him. Jimin feels himself rapidly getting hard and can already see the outline of Yoongi’s erection through his sweats. Yoongi lowers himself to hover over Jimin and the amount of power Yoongi exudes in this moment makes Jimin moan low in his throat.

“Baby already moaning? I haven’t even touched you yet,” Yoongi says almost sinisterly which makes Jimin whine with need.

“Hyung need you,” Jimin pants, reaching up to grab Yoongi’s face and pull him into a messy kiss, with teeth clashing and tongues sliding sloppily. Yoongi rests his weight onto Jimin some and the younger moans mid kiss as Yoongi licks into his mouth.

“Prep time baby,” Yoongi instructs getting off Jimin so he can move up the bed.

“Strip me,” Jimin requests, putting his arms over his head while lying down still. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate, grabbing the hem of Jimin’s t-shirt and pulling it off quickly, tossing it aside with no regard for where it will land. When Jimin thinks he’ll start undoing his jeans, Yoongi instead sucks the spot above his collar bone hard. “Fuck!”

Yoongi does the same thing on the other collar bone and both will certainly bruise. Yoongi bites and sucks some more spots down the younger’s torso before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off with the help of his lifted hips.

“So wet for me already baby,” Yoongi smirks, seeing the wet spot already formed on his boxers. “Can’t wait to see the mess you’re going to make.”

Jimin whines and then moans as Yoongi pulls his underwear off quickly, his erection smacking his stomach and gasping at the sensitivity of it. He doesn’t think he has been this hard before.

“Move up for me baby,” Yoongi orders and Jimin does, near scrambling to move because he is so eager. Yoongi watches from the end of the bed, devouring Jimin with his eyes before pulling his own t-shirt off and kicking his sweats off to be in just his boxers.

“So good for me,” Yoongi says softly as he hovers over Jimin. He kisses him delicately, pulling away when Jimin wants to deepen it so he can whisper, “Can’t wait to ruin you.”

Jimin whines loud, his frustration is getting to him and he really just wants to get fucked already. Yoongi is grabbing the lube and condom so he tries to stay patient despite his throbbing cock leaking all over his stomach.

“Fuck baby so wet,” Yoongi mutters, reaching to stroke Jimin loosely, gathering his precum to make the slide better.

“A-ah! Yoongi please fuck me already,” Jimin cries desperately.

“Not till I get you ready.”

“Then do it already.”

“So bossy,” Yoongi teases, popping the cap open on the bottle and squirting a good amount onto his fingers. “Be good and I’ll give you what you want.”

Jimin whimpers as Yoongi moves down to his hole, warming the lube some before circling his hole. He is quickly pushing his finger in which makes Jimin arch off the bed in pleasure, his hands fisting the sheets for dear life.

“Do you want this rough too?” Yoongi asks, moving very little to start stretch him open.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants. “Give me another.”

Yoongi does as instructed, pushing two fingers in quicker than he normally would and watching Jimin squirm from it.

“Relax baby. I can’t stretch you if you’re tense,” Yoongi soothes, scissoring carefully and much slower than Jimin wants.

“Trying but fuck feels so good ah!” Jimin cries as Yoongi finds his prostate and fucks into it more forcefully now. Yoongi is finally being rougher and Jimin feels euphoric for it. It’s been so long since he’s done rough sex and it’s one of his favorite ways to fuck.

Yoongi is pushing in with a third finger then and Jimin is rambling swears like a mantra. Yoongi is mercilessly pumping into him now, hitting his prostate every time and Jimin already feels his orgasm racing towards him.

“I-fuck-hyung I-I’ll cum if you don’t stop,” Jimin pants, feeling so fucked up already.

“Think you can cum twice for me baby?” Yoongi asks with a low voice. The implication of getting multiple orgasms excites Jimin and he tosses his head back with an obscene cry of pleasure.

“F-fuck me right and I will,” Jimin musters and that sparks new fervor in Yoongi who is fucking his fingers into him hard now. Jimin is wailing with pleasure, eyes watering from the stimulation, and he is pushing his hips to meeting Yoongi’s thrusts.

“Fuck Jimin you’re so fucking sexy right now,” Yoongi groans. Jimin clenches hard around the thrusts at the compliment and that skyrockets his pleasure to its peak.

“Fuck h-hyung I-I’m cumming ah!” Jimin cries, his orgasm hitting him so hard he is writing with it. Ropes of white cover his chest and stomach and a litany of profanities fall from his lips through his entire high. Yoongi thrusts him through it, going slow and steady until Jimin winces so he pulls out.

“Fuck baby that was…” Yoongi groans, palming his own erection to satiate himself. He’s about to speak again as Jimin drags two fingers over his stomach, collecting his own cum before sucking on his fingers. “Shit baby what has gotten into you today?”

“I like rough sex,” Jimin pants with a small chuckle. “Still need you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure that won’t be too much?” Yoongi asks, his brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“It won’t if you give me a minute,” Jimin says, resting back against the pillows to catch his breath. Yoongi moves to hover over him and kiss him softly, nothing beyond tender kisses as Jimin comes back to reality. Yoongi rolls his hips desperately into Jimin and they both moan into each other’s mouths.

“You’re so hard hyung,” Jimin says, already getting turned on again at the feeling of Yoongi’s erection.

“All thanks to you,” Yoongi says, rolling his hips again. “This is all you.”

“Fuck,” Jimin pants, his dick getting firm again. “Fill me with it.”

“Already baby?” Yoongi asks, still leisurely rolling his hips into the younger.

“Yes p-please I need it so bad.”

“Okay,” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin softly one more time before sitting back on his heels. “Think you can get on all fours for me?”

Jimin nods eagerly before rolling onto his stomach, whimpering softly at the friction of the sheets on his re-hardening dick. He pushes up onto his knees with his arms placed below his shoulders and he hears Yoongi take in a sharp breath behind him.

“I’ll never get used to this view,” Yoongi says, caressing Jimin’s ass before squeezing both cheeks.

“Don’t be afraid to pull my hair or spank me okay?” Jimin confirms, looking over his shoulder at the elder.

“Okay. Safe words?”

“Traffic system.”

“Good boy,” Yoongi says before smacking Jimin’s ass firmly and making the younger yelp. Jimin hears the tear of the condom wrapper between his own panting of pleasure and sticks his ass out eagerly wanting to get fucked. Yoongi pulls his cheeks apart and teases the rim with the tip of his lubed-up cock before grabbing himself to guide him inside the younger slowly.

“Yes fuck finally,” Jimin moans, tossing his head back and arching his back at the delicious slide of Yoongi entering him. Yoongi barely bottoms out before Jimin is fucking himself back into the elder, making Yoongi groan and having to grip his hips hard to stop him.

“Fuck baby you’ll make me cum way too fast doing that,” Yoongi pants. Jimin tries to squirm out of his grip but Yoongi just tightens it till his knuckles are white and Jimin’s hips will bruise.

“Fuck me hyung. No mercy,” Jimin pants, desperate for what is to come. Yoongi growls deeply and starts with hard thrusts, searching for Jimin’s prostate with each one while the younger becomes a babbling mess.

The ring of Yoongi’s hand slapping Jimin’s ass fills the room and Jimin cries in pleasure, clenching around Yoongi which makes him stutter.

“So hot baby. Fucking take me so well,” Yoongi grits, punctuating his statement with another slap on Jimin’s ass. He can see the faint outline of his handprint on the cheek and that spurs Yoongi to go harder and faster.

“Yeah yeah don’t stop fucking me so good hyung,” Jimin babbles. He is fully hard and dripping again, almost a constant stream of precum leaking out of him like the constant moans falling from his lips.

Yoongi smacks his ass again and kneads the cheek after, getting the obscenest moan from the younger he has heard. He hasn’t hit his prostate yet, so Yoongi grips one hip for support while the other hand slides up Jimin’s back to grip into his hair tightly. Jimin yelps and arches his back more.

“Pull it hyung,” Jimin requests. Yoongi pulls hard, making Jimin’s torso lift and the younger wails in pleasurable pain. “Fuck right fucking there hyung.”

Yoongi smirks knowing he’s finally found the special spot and he pulls Jimin’s hair hard again, holding it this time to keep him in place to brutally hit his prostate over and over.

“Holy fucking shit hyung ruining me so good ah fuck!” Jimin punctuates with each thrust. His hands scramble for support, one going against the headboard while the other grabs Yoongi’s wrist on the hand in his hair. He’s holding on for dear life and Yoongi feels proud to have Jimin this fucked out over him.

“Taking it so well baby,” Yoongi groans, his orgasm quickly coiling in his abdomen at the scene in front of him.

“C-close hyung so so so close ah,” Jimin rambles, his sheets a mess of precum already. Yoongi pulls his hair and smacks his ass simultaneously and Jimin is gone again, cumming hard with a cry of Yoongi’s name. His whole body is shaking as Yoongi fucks him through it and Yoongi just watches with his mouth agape as Jimin reaches full ecstasy. He lets go of Jimin’s hair and the younger collapses forward, head pressed into the pillows and chest into the mattress where he just came.

“Cum hyung please ah please please please,” Jimin babbles, still feeling blissed out despite the oversensitivity. With a grunt, Yoongi moves a foot up to give him leverage, holds Jimin’s hips tightly, and pounds mercilessly into Jimin who is whining under him constantly. A few more fast and hard thrusts later and he is pushing hard into Jimin, cumming with a long groan into the condom with his hardest orgasm ever.

After his high, he moves Jimin onto his side and spoons him from behind, breathing heavy alongside the younger, resting his forehead where the neck meets the back on Jimin.

“Are you sure you’ve never had rough sex before?” Jimin asks breathily with a chuckle.

“Never,” Yoongi exhales, lifting his head slightly to kiss where his forehead rested.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Absolutely,” Yoongi replies getting another chuckle from the younger. “Shit that was so hot. You’re so hot.”

“You’re hot too hyung.”

“Not as hot as you. And don’t argue with me this time because oh my god if only you could have watched yourself.” Jimin laughs airily and Yoongi pulls him into a closer embrace.

“You’re the one who made me that hot then. Also made me a fucking mess, fucking me into my own cum.”

“I did what?!” Yoongi asks, propping himself onto his elbow to look down at the younger.

“Fucked me into my cum. After my second orgasm and you were chasing your orgasm, I was literally being fucking into it.”

“Oh my god fuck I’m sorry,” Yoongi says, flopping back onto his back embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize it was fucking hot. I might have cum a third time if we kept going.” Jimin moves so Yoongi is pulled out and rolls over to face the elder.

“You’re not just saying that are you?”

“No I’m not. It was a turn on, and I was already covered in cum anyway.”

“Wow you’re shameless today,” Yoongi laughs, wrapping an arm around Jimin to pull him closer.

“Rough sex makes me shameless I guess,” Jimin says, his cheeks starting to burn with blush.

“Apparently,” Yoongi muses, kissing Jimin’s forehead softly. “You also seem to enjoy it a lot.”

“Yeah. Not all the time but it can be fucking amazing.”

“Was that fucking amazing?”

“Oh god yes.” Yoongi chuckles at Jimin’s response, kissing him around his face after before ending at his lips. They exchange languid kisses for a while until the stickiness starts to bother them.

“I desperately need a shower,” Jimin comments. “And no shower sex. I’m too fucked out.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi says softly and Jimin smiles at the sweetness of the name when outside of sex. “How about we order takeout and put on some trashy TV?”

“Sounds great,” Jimin agrees, giving Yoongi a chaste kiss before rolling off the bed to go to his bathroom. Yoongi lies there for a moment, debating on what to do, and then gets up to follow Jimin. He tosses the tied off condom into the trash and steps into the shower behind Jimin.

“Hyung what are you doing?” Jimin jumps slightly as Yoongi wraps his arms around his waist from behind.

“Taking a shower.”

“I said no shower sex.”

“I know. And I won’t. Just want to be near you.”

Jimin feels the blush rise to his cheeks as Yoongi gently kisses his shoulder and neck. He could easily melt into the touch and forget about the no shower sex edict, but he knows he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow if that happened.

“You make it really hard to wash up like this,” Jimin teases, Yoongi still clung to his back.

“Let me help you then,” Yoongi grabs the body wash out of Jimin’s hands and squirts some into his hand before roaming his hands over the younger’s body. It’s oddly relaxing to have someone else wash him and Jimin feels himself relax into Yoongi’s chest behind him. “Someone’s enjoying this.”

“Shut up,” Jimin deadpans which makes Yoongi laugh. They finish showering, unnecessarily helping each other which turns into a slow and sensual make out session until the water goes cold. They clamber out of the shower, towels wrapped around their waists and Jimin swatting Yoongi’s advances away while laughing the whole time.

“Get dressed and order food already,” Jimin says as he pushes Yoongi back for the twentieth time since leaving the shower.

“Okay fine,” Yoongi relents, stealing a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom. Jimin chucks the small towel he used on his hair at the elder then and laughs as Yoongi shouts about how he is a brat who should respect his elders.

After slipping on some baggy sweats and a hoodie, Jimin strips his soiled bed and immediately throws it into the laundry to get washed before replacing with clean sheets. He can hear Yoongi ordering dinner, so he gets his shopping bag out of its hiding spot to better hide the lingerie and robe. The robe he puts on a hanger and tucks between some inconspicuous sweaters and the panties, which are in their own bag, he hides in an empty shoebox under his bed.

“They say twenty minutes,” Yoongi announces as he comes back and Jimin is quick to stand and act like he is sorting through his other purchases.

“Okay,” Jimin says nonchalantly, glad he managed to hide the surprises in time.

“So you were just trying to rile me up,” Yoongi says, crossing his arms as he eyes the clothes on the bed.

“Yes and no.”

“And no?”

“Yep,” Jimin says with a bright smile that makes Yoongi raise a curious eyebrow.

“You hid things, didn’t you?”

“Maaaaaybe,” Jimin teases, taking his other new clothes and putting them where they belong.

“And you really don’t know when you’ll show me?”

“I do not.”

“You’re a menace,” Yoongi mutters and Jimin giggles, enjoying how easy it is to tease Yoongi with this.

“If you’re good maybe I’ll give you a sneak peek,” Jimin offers innocently, even though it is nowhere near innocent.

“You’re supposed to be the good boy.”

“Let me have my moment hyung.”

Yoongi snorts in response, shaking his head as he leaves the room and Jimin smiles as he watches him go.  

Chapter Text

“Hyung?”

“Yeah Min?”

“How come we haven’t talked about things we have done?”

Jimin and Yoongi have already devoured their takeout and have been cuddled together on the couch watching some cooking competition show that neither is that invested in.

“I don’t know. Should we?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is a very informative conversation Min.” Yoongi laughs as Jimin smacks a small hand on his chest for the sass.

“Been thinking about it since you said you’d never had rough sex. Guess I’m just curious,” Jimin explains, feeling his face heat up as he speaks.

“Fair enough,” Yoongi replies casually. “It’s probably easier for you to just ask if I have done something.”

“That requires me thinking of things to ask.”

“Very observant of you. Yah!” Jimin swats playfully at Yoongi who tries to block it and failing miserably.

“You’re such an ass sometimes hyung,” Jimin laughs, ending his attack on the elder.

“Not no,” Yoongi smirks. “Do you want me to ask you things instead?”

“Only if you also answer.”

“Okay fine,” Yoongi relents, raking through Jimin’s hair absentmindedly as he thinks. “I’ll ask the obvious of have you slept with a woman.”

“As a gay man I can confidently say no. And I already know you have, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

“Unfortunate that I know the way I do. I mean obviously I know you’re bi and you had a girlfriend so that’s all obvious. But I didn’t really need to hear her scream “oppa” at like two in the morning to know you were fucking.”

“Please tell me you’re making that up.”

“Unfortunately not. Few too many times for my liking as well,” Jimin chuckles as Yoongi groans in embarrassment. “Which reminds me, we probably need to apologize to our neighbors for what they most likely heard early today.”

“I’ll send a fruit basket,” Yoongi deadpans which makes Jimin giggle. “They should be thankful they even get to hear how hot you are. Don’t you dare hit me.”

Jimin had lifted his hand to do so till he was told to not, which made them both laugh, and he just relaxes back down again.  

“Okay move on past the obvious,” Jimin encourages.

“Okay um what about eating out?”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Either. Or both.”

“Giving I haven’t. Receiving I have.”

“And do you enjoy it?”

“That’s technically not what we’re talking about.”

“Jimin you can just tell me if you don’t enjoy it. Then I know not to do it. And if you do enjoy it, that’s just another thing we can do.”

“You’re too logical,” Jimin mumbles.

“Are you really going to be all shy now? After being so shameless before?” Yoongi smirks, enjoying how multifaceted the younger can be.

“The shame had time to return.”

“Minie you shouldn’t feel shame. There’s no reason to be ashamed of any of this. Especially not with me, okay?”

“Okay,” Jimin mumbles, melting into the caring words of the elder.

“Good. So would you want me to eat you out?”

“You really have no shame,” Jimin chuckles at the quick conversation flip.

“Because I trust Min.” Yoongi squeezes Jimin closer for a moment and fondness swells in Jimin.

“I trust you too hyung.”

“Good. Now can I eat that ass or not?”

Jimin laughs brightly in a way that makes his whole body move and Yoongi can’t stop the gummy grin that grows on his face seeing Jimin co comfortable with him.

“Yeah, you can. I do like it, when done right.”

“So you’ve had it done wrong?”

“Yes. So you better do it right hyung,” Jimin teases getting a light snort from the elder. “You haven’t answered this yet.”

“Yes, to giving, not to receiving. And I don’t really want to be on the receiving end.”

“Fair.”

“I don’t know if there is much else to ask, since I already know a bunch you want to do but haven’t yet.”

“Yeah, I guess not,” Jimin muses, worrying his bottom lip briefly in thought. They’re quiet for a while, watching the show they have lost track of but actually in their own thoughts.

“Did I tell you I’m going home next weekend?” Yoongi asks once the show lapses into a new episode.

“Nope, news to me.”

“Parents asked me to. Don’t know why though. So I’ll be gone Thursday night till Sunday.”

“How am I supposed to keep myself entertained hyung?” Jimin taunts.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something baby,” Yoongi replies, squeezing Jimin’s waist briefly. Jimin hums in assent and lets the conversation end there, fading to a comfortable silence.

--

Jimin was hoping that he and Yoongi could do something before the elder left for the weekend, but both were too busy with school and work. Jimin had started his late-night rehearsals for an upcoming dance competition he entered, so he would come home exhausted and Yoongi would already be asleep so the elder could wake up early to get studio time in before classes. Now that their friendship with benefits felt more like the norm, Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t want to take full advantage of it.

Thursday came and Jimin was so busy he didn’t even get to say goodbye to Yoongi before he left for Daegu. He was called in to cover an event at work and by the time he got home, Yoongi was long gone. He didn’t dwell on it, despite the bit of sadness he felt to be alone, and promptly collapsed into bed and fell fast asleep.

The next morning when Jimin waddled out into the kitchen was when he found Yoongi’s note. It was a post-it note on the counter obviously left for Jimin, so the younger rubbed the sleep from his eyes so he could read it.

I made extra gimbap and ramen, so you don’t solely rely on instant noodles when I’m gone. Please don’t overwork yourself either. Get some rest.

Jimin felt his cheeks start to hurt from how big he was smiling at Yoongi’s thoughtfulness. He’s glad he has a best friend who cares this much for his well-being. Jimin makes a mental note to make it up to the elder as he finds the extra gimbap and takes a few pieces to eat while he gets ready.

Friday was as busy as Thursday with school and then a wedding at night which meant a long night ahead for Jimin, especially with Yoongi not there. The younger would sneak away for small moments throughout the reception to text Yoongi about  all the crazy things happening and would smile like an idiot when Yoongi replied quickly with some sassy remark.

I miss him a lot.

Jimin had to shake the thought because it was weird to miss someone who was barely gone, right? He’s just so used to having Yoongi around so having him gone is weird. It has no deeper meaning than that. And Yoongi hasn’t alluded to missing him, so it’s weird to miss the elder over a short time span of being apart. Right?

Once home from the world’s longest wedding reception (according to Jimin), Jimin immediately crawled into bed feeling thankful that tomorrow was a day off for him.

He slept in late; so late that he had a mountain of unread texts from Taehyung and a few from Yoongi as well.

Taetae (10:23am):

Either you are dead

Or hyung is fucking you non-stop

Either way stop it and answer me!

Jimin (11:56am):

You’re too dramatic

Yoongi isn’t even here

Taetae (11:59am):

And you’re not dead

So you’re just ignoring me

Cool

Jimin (12:01pm):

I was asleep

It’s been a long week

Taetae (12:04pm):

Fine be logical and reasonable

I was gonna ask if you wanted to join me and Kookie for a movie, but you were unconscious.

Jimin (12:07pm):

The sleep was necessary

Let me hibernate dammit

Taetae (12:08pm):

Fine your loss 😘

Jimin rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he closes that conversation to open Yoongi’s.

Yoongi-hyung (9:47am):

I hope you’re not replying because you’re asleep and not because you are overworking yourself with rehearsals.

Jimin (12:10pm):

Aw hyung cares about little ol me 😁

Yoongi-hyung (12:11pm):

Of course I do you brat

So which is it?

Jimin (12:11pm):

Sleep

Yoongi-hyung (12:12pm):

Good

Better make this a rest day

Jimin (12:13pm):

That was the plan

Jimin waits for a bit, scrolling through social media absentmindedly while wanting to know if Yoongi would respond. After five minutes of silence, the younger determined that he must have gotten busy with his family. Jimin rolls out of bed then, determining a hot bath is much deserved after a long week. But first food.

“Bless Yoongi and his cooking skills,” Jimin mumbles to himself as he takes out the container of extra ramen to re-heat. He eats it faster than should be humanly possible and heads back to his bathroom to prepare a bath.

One tub full of heart water and a peach-scented bath bomb later, Jimin is relaxing into the sweet-smelling warmth and instantly relaxing. The stress and soreness melts away and this is the most relaxed Jimin has felt in a while.

Wonder if Yoongi would enjoy this.

The thought passes by and Jimin lets it. Yoongi has been crossing his mind more and more lately, especially when he is alone and doing something, he wishes he had the elder around for.

Friends with benefits don’t think about each other this much.

Jimin pouts at the thought. But this isn’t any friend. It’s his best friend of a decade. That made this a special case, right? Then he remembers something Taehyung had said to him.

I am certain those feelings haven’t fully faded away.

With a sigh Jimin sinks into the water more and lets his mind go empty instead. Worrying about feelings isn’t relaxing. And feelings were not part of this agreement anyway.

Once the water has gone cold, Jimin forces himself to stand and rinse off quickly. His muscles feel like pudding in the most relaxed way possible and he moves lethargically into his room to get dressed. He slips into a simple pair of black underwear and is filing through his hoodies to pick one when he finds the silk robe he has kept hidden the last week. A smirk pulls on his lips as he pulls it out and slips it on effortlessly. The cool silk feels magical on his bare skin and he can’t stop touching it. He’s moving back to the bathroom without a thought, needing to know how he looks.

“Fuck,” Jimin says under his breath while he preens in the mirror. The robe is just long enough to cover his ass and it drapes on his slim frame so well. He looks fuckable, which is what gives him the idea. He goes back out to his room and grabs his phone, opening the camera app while he goes back to the mirror. He adjusts into a position he likes before aiming the camera at the mirror, biting his bottom lip seductively as he snaps a few photos.

Wonder if Yoongi would enjoy this.

The repeated thought makes Jimin feels giddy and he goes to sit on his bed and choose a photo to send to the elder. This isn’t something he has done before and it excites him, so he makes a choice and sends it before the excitement turns to nerves and he chickens out.

Jimin (3:02pm):

[IMAGE]

Proof I’m relaxing today.

It doesn’t take long for his phone to buzz in his hand and the oh shit feeling to spark in his body.

Yoongi-hyung (3:04pm):

Jimin

Fuck was this a mistake?!

His moment of panic is interrupted by another incoming message that he dreads reading all of a sudden. But he forces himself to since he started this.

Yoongi-hyung (3:06pm):

What are you wearing?

Jimin worries his bottom lip. This could be his out from this potentially awkward situation. But he could also just commit to the choice and see where it gets him.

Jimin (3:08pm):

Do you like it hyung?

Yoongi-hyung (3:10pm):

Is that supposed to be one of the surprises?

Jimin (3:11pm):

Mhmm

I did say I’d give you a sneak peak 😉

Yoongi-hyung (3:13pm):

You’re a menace

Sneak peak when I can’t even touch you

Unfair Min

Jimin (3:14pm):

I did say a peek not a touch

Yoongi-hyung (3:16pm):

Shush your loopholes

Jimin (3:18pm):

You’d love to touch though wouldn’t you?

So soft and smooth

Yoongi-hyung (3:20pm):

Yes you are

Jimin (3:21pm):

I was talking about the robe hyung

So dirty minded

Yoongi-hyung (3:23pm):

Oh please

You’re taunting me brat

Jimin (3:25pm):

That’s presumptuous

Yoongi-hyung (3:28pm):

You are insufferable

Jimin (3:30pm):

You like it 😉

Jimin waits for a reply but it doesn’t come, which leaves him pouting at his phone. Granted he didn’t really have a plan for sending Yoongi that picture and what outcome he wanted, but this one wasn’t satisfying. With a sigh he decides to leave his room to lie on the couch and catch up on dramas.

He had lost track of time while lazing around, having long caught up with his shows and now watching a random one just for something to do. He was debating on what to do for dinner when his phone repetitively buzzed against his bare chest. Not really in the mood for a phone call, he checks to see who it is before immediately answering.

“Hi hyung.”

“You’re such a brat Jimin-ah,” Yoongi teases on the other end. Something stirs inside Jimin but he waits to see why the elder called.

“That’s not a very nice way to start a conversation hyung,” Jimin taunts, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

“It’s your fault I’ve been riled up all afternoon without any way to deal with it.”

“Awww poor Yoongi.”

“Jimin,” Yoongi says with a warning tone and that just fuels Jimin’s teasing.

“That is who I am.”

“A little bit of black silk has made you cocky I see,” Yoongi replies, and Jimin can hear how his voice drops to his lustful tone.

“A little bit of black silk has made you horny I see,” Jimin taunts with a smirk, arousal pooling inside him.

“You have no idea. Fuck baby you just had to send that pic when I was surrounded by people, didn’t you?”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Your menace senses were tingling.”

“Hyung you’re so weird,” Jimin laughs brightly.

“You enjoy it don’t lie.”

“I do.” They both laugh at their own antics and then a silence falls between them with the slightest bit of tension.

“So um did you call for a reason?” Jimin asks.

“Not really. Parents had to go to the restaurant last minute so I’m just alone in the house.”

“Alone,” Jimin parrots, his arousal giving him ideas.

“Yeah?” he can hear Yoongi’s mild confusion at repeating that fact.

“So you could deal with being riled up now?”

There is a pause on the other end and Jimin hears Yoongi take in a shaky breath which makes him smirk to himself.

“I could. But unfortunately you aren’t here to help,” Yoongi replies.

“Not in person no. But I am here technically.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“If you’re thinking phone sex, than yes.”

Yoongi chuckles darkly and Jimin enjoys his smugness of getting Yoongi so worked up with a single photo.

“Have you done this before?” Yoongi asks.

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. How do we keep finding new things to try?”

“We’re just insatiable I guess.”

“For your ass, absolutely.”

“You’re obsessed with my ass,” Jimin laughs, feeling the slow build of arousal inside him.

“It’s a fucking great ass Min.”

“Then tell me what you want to do to my great ass.” A wave of excitement and nerves washes over Jimin as he says it and waits for Yoongi to respond. He feels his heart pound in anticipation, and it might explode if Yoongi doesn’t say something soon.

“Want to eat you out so bad. Fuck you open with my tongue and taste that peachy ass while you squirm with pleasure.”

Jimin whimpers and feels himself start to get hard, still in just his underwear and the robe.

“Does baby want that?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants.

“Tell me. Are you still in that robe?”

“Yeah,” Jimin smirks when he hears the soft groan Yoongi makes.

“You better be wearing it when I come home tomorrow.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“I’ll have to punish you.”

“And what will I get if I’m good?”

“Whatever you want baby. But you’ve already been pretty bad teasing me.”

“I promise to be good from now on.”

“Really? And how will you be good for me baby?”

“We can do something you want to try when you get back. Like flip fucking,” Jimin smirks to himself, knowing Yoongi has been itching to try one of his things soon.

“Yeah? Baby wants to fuck me and then get fucked?” Yoongi growls and Jimin can’t hide the whine that pulls out his throat. “Don’t hide your sounds baby. Want to hear how good you feel since I can’t see it.”

“H-hyung,” Jimin pants, his free hand sliding under his boxers to stroke himself.

“Are you touching yourself baby?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin moans, getting way more riled up than he thought. He pulls himself out of his underwear to better pleasure himself and gasps as the cool air touches his hard length.  

“Fuck I miss you,” Yoongi exhales, and Jimin hears some shifting and a soft hiss from Yoongi, assuming the elder is now doing the same. “Want to worship that ass like it deserves.”

“Fuck,” Jimin says breathily, precum dripping out so he thumbs it into his palm for a smoother slide.

“Want to taste it and smack it and watch how it jiggles as I pound into it ruthlessly. Bet you’d love that.”

“Y-yeah I would. Fuck.”

“Want to watch you ride me and get yourself off on my cock. You’d look so good like that.”

“Hyung,” Jimin whines, stroking himself and pretending it is Yoongi doing it. “You’d feel so good with me riding. Your dick always feels so good.”

“Shit baby a-ah,” Yoongi gasps into a moan.

“You can just sit back and watch as I slide down and hold you tight inside. Squeeze my ass as I ride you so good. Fuck hyung I want it.”

“Fuck baby I do too,” Yoongi groans. Jimin can feel he is getting close to the edge and just needs something to push him over.

“Close hyung please,” Jimin whines, egging Yoongi on to say something.

“Come on baby. Be good and cum for me. Want to hear you hit your high and scream my name like I was there.”

“Fuck a-ah Yoongi hyung,” Jimin cries, rapidly stroking himself to his release and arching into it as white ropes spill over his hand.

“Sound so pretty baby fuck ah I’m cumming,” Yoongi pants into a groan, hitting his high shortly after the younger. There is nothing but heavy breathing being shared through the call as they come back down and once Jimin has come down enough he starts giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Yoongi pants, sounding more amused than annoyed by it.

“I-I don’t know. We just had phone sex hyung,” Jimin laughs, still unable to control himself.

“Is that supposed to be funny?” Yoongi chuckles himself which doesn’t help Jimin’s giggle fit.

“No. I-I don’t know,” Jimin tries to collect himself with a few intentional breaths. “Never in my life would I have thought I’d have phone sex let alone phone sex with you.”

“Fair enough,” Yoongi chuckles, a certain tone of fondness in his voice. “I still prefer in-person sex.”

“I mean same. It works in a pinch, but I’d rather actually ride you.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Yoongi replies eagerly and they both laugh airily.

“I’m a mess and I assume you are too so we should probably get off the phone and clean up.”

“I guess,” Yoongi replies, and Jimin swears he hears a hesitancy in his voice.

“When are you getting back tomorrow?”

“Around noon probably. Train leaves at ten.”

“Okay,” Jimin replies, taking a mental note. “Guess I’ll see you then hyung.”

“Yeah. Night Minie.”

“Good night hyung.”

Jimin pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call, his post-orgasm bliss fading into a mild loneliness. He misses the post-sex cuddles Yoongi insists on and he also enjoys. He misses getting in the shower only to have Yoongi follow him cause he is touch needy after sex.

He misses Yoongi.

With a sigh, he shoves the thought away and goes to clean himself up and properly get dressed.

--

Jimin is leaning forward with his elbows resting on the kitchen counter, the last of the gimbap in one hand and his phone in the other, when Yoongi shoves the door open.

“Hyung,” Jimin says, head snapping up when the door bursts wide for the elder to enter. Yoongi says nothing and shuts the door roughly, kicking his shoes off quickly before rounding into the kitchen and pulling the younger into a heated kiss.

“Yoongi relax,” Jimin laughs, tilting his head to the side which just leads Yoongi to mouth at his jaw and neck instead.

“Can’t. Want you. Fuck you did wear it,” Yoongi growls, hands sliding around Jimin’s bare waist under the robe and pulling him close.

“You told me to,” Jimin giggles, watching as Yoongi eyes him carefully with his hungry eyes.

“Didn’t actually think you would do it.”

“I said I’d be good from now on. I get rewarded when I’m good, yeah?”

“Of course baby. Now please let me fuck you.”

Jimin giggles as the elder starts sucking softly on his neck. He manages to put his phone and food down on the counter and wraps his arms around the elder’s neck, grabbing hair enough to pull Yoongi off his neck to kiss him properly.

The kiss is so desperate and needy on both sides as if they have been starved of touch for years and not just a few days. That would be concerning if they were of a sane mind, but they are both drunk on sex and minds are fuzzy with lust.

“Hyung,” Jimin gasps for air and the elder continues his kissing down Jimin’s neck and to his chest. “D-do you want to flip today?”

Yoongi snaps back in front of Jimin, his dark eyes burning through Jimin in that delicious way that makes the younger feel vulnerable and excited.

“Fuck yeah. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says softly, sliding his hands to hold Yoongi’s face and pull him into a kiss, passionate but tamer than their previous ones. “Your room.”

Yoongi whips around then, grabbing Jimin’s arm and pulling him along the short distance to the elder’s bedroom. They stumble towards the bed, the robe falling to the floor before they fall in bed together and ending with Yoongi hovering over him.

“I missed you,” Yoongi pants, eyes scanning the younger’s face. Despite the clear carnal stare, the words feel more affectionate.

“I missed you too,” Jimin replies softly, keeping his eyes on Yoongi’s. “You have to many clothes still on.”

Yoongi chuckles and pushes off Jimin, stripping his hoodie and throwing it blindly to the floor. He tries to move back onto Jimin, but the younger stops him with two hands holding him away by the shoulders.

“Jeans too.”

“And I thought I was impatient today,” Yoongi teases with an amused eyebrow quirk.

“I’m only in boxers and a robe. Gotta even things out,” Jimin reasons, shoving Yoongi slightly so he’ll get up. He does, pulling his jeans off quickly and getting back into the bed.

“Happy now?”

“Mhm,” Jimin hums with a smirk, pulling Yoongi into a hungry kiss then. It’s all tongue and love bites and gasps as they roll their hips into each other, pressing their erection into each other through the thin fabric. “How do we do this?”

“We need to prep yeah?” Yoongi pants.

“Should prep each other?” Jimin asks, his body on fire with need.

“Yeah.” There is a flicker of excitement in Yoongi’s eyes that acts as tinder for the younger’s arousal. “Roll over baby.”

Jimin does as instructed, pulling off his underwear before moving to one side of the bed and laying to face inwards. Yoongi grabs the lube and condoms before joining the younger, also stripped completely and facing towards him on his side. He pulls the younger closer, tangling their legs together and kissing him softly.

“Ready baby?” Yoongi asks softly between kisses.

“Yeah.”

Yoongi pops open the cap on the bottle and holds it out to pour some into Jimin’s hand before coating his own fingers with it. He tosses the bottle aside and moves his hand over Jimin’s hip and towards his entrance. With some small adjustments, Jimin has done the same and they are circling each other’s rims carefully.

“Fuck!” Jimin yelps as Yoongi starts to push in, making the younger arch into the elder.

“Relax baby,” Yoongi whispers, kissing him softly as a distraction. “So tight.”

“Your fingers are longer than mine,” Jimin pants, focusing on pushing into Yoongi now.

“Did you finger yourself when I was gone?” Yoongi asks with a smirk, pumping in and out slowly.

“Y-yeah. Definitely not as good as when you do it.”

“Good to know,” Yoongi muses before adding a second finger and kissing Jimin as he whines. They stretch each other with a chorus of soft moans and kisses until both feel ready.

“So we just switch when we want to?” Jimin asks, mind fuzzy and trying to focus.

“Yeah. You want to top first?”

“Sure,” Jimin agrees, grabbing one of the condoms and tearing the wrapper. “Your ride me and I’ll ride you?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi groans. “Been wanting so bad to see you ride me since that call.”

Jimin rolls the condom onto himself, sucking in a harsh breath as he touches his neglected cock for the first time. Yoongi straddles him and lines himself with Jimin’s length, slowly sliding down until bottoming out.

“Whoa,” Jimin exhales. This is only the second time he has topped, and this position feels so different than the first time.

“Good whoa or bad whoa?” Yoongi pants, adjusting to the intrusion.

“Just whoa. Feels so different.”

“Do you want to switch now?”

“No,” Jimin insists. “Need to see you ride me.”

“As you wish baby,” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin chastely before rising up and sinking back down.

“O-oh fuck okay,” Jimin gasps, head dropping back and breathing hard. The pleasure is overwhelming, and he is gripping hard at Yoongi’s thighs to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby you feel so good,” Yoongi pants, moving faster now.

“You too. So good hyung fuck.”

Yoongi sets a rhythm and watches Jimin come undone under him, his breathing short and fast with mumbles of swears and moans getting louder the longer they go.

“Fuck h-hyung switch. Switch please,” Jimin groans, his orgasm building steadily and faster than he wants.

“Okay baby. Relax,” Yoongi instructs, pulling off slowly and lying down next to the younger. Jimin pulls his condom off while Yoongi slides one on and lubes himself how Jimin likes it. “Come here.”

Jimin does so, straddling Yoongi and surging into a sloppy kiss as if his life depended on it to survive. Yoongi eagerly returns the kiss, his hands wandering over Jimin’s curves with reverence. Jimin moves to take Yoongi in his hand and slowly slide down, dropping his head back with gasping moans as he does.

“Fuck baby I could cum from the view alone,” Yoongi says once Jimin has bottomed out, sliding his hands over the younger’s thighs to relax him.

“Please don’t,” Jimin chuckles breathily, still adjusting to the stretch. It’s been a while since he’s ridden someone and Yoongi is so deep inside he could already cum as well.

“Show me what you got baby,” Yoongi encourages, hands holding Jimin’s hips in support. Jimin rises up at an excruciatingly slow pace, feeling Yoongi rub his walls deliciously. He sinks down just as slow and Yoongi groans as he does, his grip tightening on the younger’s hips. Jimin increases his pace, keeping a steady rhythm and rolling his hips with each insertion that makes Yoongi groan obscenely.

“Fuck baby feels incredible. You’re so good at this,” Yoongi pants, eyes glued on watching Jimin’s muscles work as he slides up and down smoothly.

“God hyung you’re so big. Going so deep,” Jimin moans, his resolve starting to crack as he starts going faster. He is bouncing quickly now, each drop punctuated with gasps and moans from both of them.

“This is better than I imagined. So gorgeous like this. Riding me so well,” Yoongi praises, feeling euphoric. He grabs Jimin’s ass and kneads it, making Jimin fall forward slightly and stutter his bouncing. Yoongi steals a kiss from Jimin’s fallen position, still kneading Jimin’s ass which makes him whine loudly.

“Hyung touch me,” Jimin pants, fucking himself as hard as he can onto Yoongi. The elder wraps his hand around Jimin’s dick and strokes slowly instead of in tandem, which has Jimin swearing like a mantra, not knowing which to focus on.

“Fuck fuck fuck ah hyung please I-” Jimin rambles, getting cut off with a loud moan when Yoongi flicks his wrist just right. A shiver shoots through Jimin and his riding becomes erratic.

“I’m close baby,” Yoongi grunts, stroking Jimin faster now as if his own resolve is cracking.

“M-me too,” Jimin pants. His thighs are burning from the exertion and he can feel Yoongi thrust up to meet his drops, making his dick go even deeper inside him and rubbing his prostate. Jimin wails in pleasure as his orgasm hits, cumming on both of their stomach and Yoongi’s hand. He rides through it until Yoongi pulls him down hard, the elder cumming then repeating Jimin’s name in gasps. Feeling Yoongi twitch inside while he is still climaxing makes him hit it hard a second time, not even having come down entirely from the first.

Jimin ragdolls on top of Yoongi after his highs, exhausted from his strong climax and exertion from riding. The elder rubs his back soothingly to help him come back to reality, kissing his temple as Jimin’s labored breathing relaxes.

“Baby are you okay? You’re really out of it,” Yoongi asks after Jimin doesn’t move for a while.

“’M fine,” he mumbles, shifting slightly. “Fucked too good.”

Yoongi chuckles gently, wrapping his arms around the younger before rolling them onto their sides and pulling out.

“Stay here,” Yoongi says softly before rolling out of the bed to dispose the condom. He comes back with a washcloth, wiping the younger clean before taking care of himself.

“Come back,” Jimin mumbles, making grabby hands at the elder. With a soft chuckle, Yoongi gets back in bed and pulls Jimin into his arms.

“Someone is needy.”

“You made me orgasm twice at once, I deserve it.”

“You what?”

“Basically had a double orgasm.”

“That’s a thing?”

“I don’t know but I had it and now I’m fucking exhausted.”

Yoongi chuckles at the younger before kissing the bare skin he can reach before ending at Jimin’s lips delicately. Jimin hums with contentment before kissing him back. They exchange languid kisses, softly making out as their hands explore one another.

“So was flipping worth it?” Jimin asks when they part and he is more coherent.

“Sex with you is always worth it,” Yoongi answers honestly.

“You say that now but then we’ll get to the weird shit and maybe it won’t be.”

“I doubt that,” Yoongi says, tucking a hair behind Jimin’s ear. “As for the flipping, it was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“You riding me was fucking amazing. That’s what made it great, to be honest.”

“I feel the same,” Jimin admits. “We’re pretty set in our positions.”

“Guess so. As long as you enjoy it that way.”

“More than enjoy hyung. Never get tired of your cock.”

Yoongi laughs loudly and Jimin giggles, curling into Yoongi more as they laugh together.

This is going way better than expected.

Chapter Text

“Look who finally made time to see his friends!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he takes a seat next to Hoseok, his next closest friend after Jimin. The sunshiny disposition of Hoseok balance the gloomy exterior of Yoongi, so they made quick friends in college.

“I make time for friends,” Yoongi defends, taking the coffee Hoseok was offering him.

“You make time for Jimin.”

“Does Jimin not count?”

“He’s debatable.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You make time for two things by choice: music and Jimin.”

“Okay and how does he not count as a friend. He’s my best friend.”

“Come on we both know your relationship with Jimin is more than just that,” Hoseok raises an eyebrow as he speaks, as if tempting Yoongi to challenge him. But Yoongi just swallows hard and tries to stay nonchalant. “Wait is something going on with you two?”

“No! Why would you-”

“It’s all in your eyes. Something is happening,” Hoseok interrupts, squinting at Yoongi waiting for an answer.

“Fuck,” Yoongi exhales, knowing he is beat when it comes to Hoseok and his emotional intuition. “We’re fucking.”

“You’re what?!”

“We’re friends with benefits.”

“Seriously?! That is how your relationship is progressing?”

“What does that mean?”

“When are you going to acknowledge the fact you are in love with him?” Hoseok asks, a surprisingly serious expression.

“I’m not in love with him,” Yoongi deflects. “I love him as a friend. But not in love with him.”

“Yoon, you drop shit for him if he needs help, regardless of what you have to do. You buy him his favorite snacks without him asking. You’re so amenable with him and bend over backwards for him and his wants. I can keep going if you don’t stop me.”

“Those are all best friend things.”

“Really? Cause from what I see you are so whipped for him, whipped cream is jealous.”

“That was terrible,” Yoongi complains. “But it did give me an idea.”

“Nope nope nope I do not need to know what you two are getting up to.” Hoseok covers his ears in dramatics and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Seriously Hobi. It’s just sex. We’re not dating each other.”

“But do you want to?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Hoseok says firmly. “Do you want to date Jimin-ah?”

“I- that’s not what this is about.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“I don’t have an answer.”

“So you don’t know? You’re sure about fucking him, but dating is questionable?” Hoseok raises a curious eyebrow. “You had that crush for years...”

“He doesn’t feel that way about me,” Yoongi says as evenly as he can manage. “And I’ve moved on with my feelings.”

“And yet your answer to dating him is ‘I don’t know’.”

“Ugh can we please stop talking about this? I wasn’t even supposed to tell you.”

“Fine but trust me when I say your feelings for him are stronger than you will admit, and he is probably the same way.”

“Agree to disagree,” Yoongi grumbles, taking a long swig of his coffee.

“If Jimin wanted to date you, what would you say?” Hoseok poses.

“I’d say yes.”

“Then why aren’t you two just together already?!”

“Because don’t you think if he wanted a relationship with me, he would have brought that up before agreeing to just sex?”

“Well, I don’t know how you two fell into whatever agreement you have so I can’t answer that.”

“Hobi,” Yoongi starts, taking a deep breath to calm his brain. “I have no idea how you think Jimin would want to date me. And I’ve accepted the fact he most likely doesn’t. And somehow, we’re now fuckbuddies, the sex is great, our friendship is fine, and I’m cool with that.”

“Is the sex great just because it is great sex or because it is Jimin?”

“Stop asking me hard questions.”

“That shouldn’t be hard Yoon,” Hoseok sighs. “I’ll let it go, mainly because you have to figure that shit out yourself.

Yoongi sighs and flops back in his seat, downing the rest of his coffee like it isn’t still burning hot. He really should have kept his mouth shut about this. He’s the one who said it isn’t anyone else’s business.

“This is officially the end of this conversation. Tell me what’s up with you.”

Hoseok goes on to update Yoongi about his life lately and Yoongi tries his best to focus on his friend and not all the things he had said to him about his friendship with Jimin.

--

A couple of hours of catching up with Hoseok later, Yoongi is taking the stairs two at a time to his apartment. As Yoongi is about to put his key in the lock, the door swings open and Jimin is giving him a chaste kiss.

“Hello to you too,” Yoongi says, taken aback by the sudden kiss and eyes immediately finding Jimin’s mostly bare legs thanks to his super short shorts.

“Hyung you’re staring,” Jimin teases.

“Was that not the goal?”

“No it wasn’t,” Jimin smirks before switching topics. “You know how my closet’s sliding doors have been broken for months?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi answers, quirking an eyebrow at the younger for being so enthusiastic about closet doors.

“Well I got them fixed finally. Come see.”

Yoongi should know that Jimin is up to something, but the day has been too long and his mind too tired from his conversation with Hoseok. So he lets the younger pull him to his room eagerly. They enter Jimin’s room and for some reason it seems bigger than it actually is. Yoongi furrows his brows trying to figure out why, and the answer is the closet doors.

“Oh,” Yoongi says as he eyes the floor-to-ceiling mirrored doors that have replaced the old, shitty plastic ones. They seamlessly meet so it looks like one big mirror and directly in the center of the view is Jimin’s bed. “Oh.” Yoongi repeats at that realization.

“Is that all you can say hyung?” Jimin teases, closing the distance between himself and the elder.

“This explains the short shorts doesn’t it?” Yoongi asks, watching Jimin’s reflection, specifically his ass.

“The shorts have nothing to do with this hyung,” Jimin laughs.

“Okay, but those are fuck me shorts.”

“Hyung!”

“They are!”

“There is a giant mirror with the perfect view of my bed, and you are focused on my shorts?” Jimin teases.

“Take them off and I’ll stop focusing on them,” Yoongi says boldly, doubting Jimin will follow through.

“Fine,” is all Jimin says before pulling them off and kicking them aside. Yoongi’s jaw drops that Jimin committed, and he is pretty sure the younger had nothing underneath them. But his oversized t-shirt covers him enough to not be certain.

“S-so the mirrors,” Yoongi stutters, watching the younger carefully as he closes the remaining distance between them.

“You do remember how I want to try mirror sex, right?” Jimin asks, raising his eyebrows in curiosity as he snakes his arms around the elder’s neck.

“Of course I remember,” Yoongi replies, hands holding Jimin’s waist instinctually. He fists the younger’s t-shirt and lifts it some to see Jimin’s bare ass in the mirror and his breath hitches.

“I see you’re already enjoying it,” Jimin smirks, so full of smugness at how worked up Yoongi already is.

“Yes, I am,” Yoongi says, leaning slightly to get a better view and getting a playful smack in the chest by the younger.

“Are you really just going to stare when you can actually fuck me?” Jimin challenges.

“I can do both now,” Yoongi looks at the mirror in general before looking back at Jimin. Jimin rolls his eyes before pulling Yoongi in for a kiss, firmly pressing his lips to the elder’s who returns it with equal enthusiasm. They melt into each other, Jimin’s hands in Yoongi’s hair while Yoongi slides his under Jimin’s t-shirt to feel the smooth skin.

“Is this okay?” Jimin asks. “Do you want to do this?”

“Fuck yes I do,” Yoongi replies, kissing Jimin again before pulling away completely to go to the bed with Jimin closely behind.

“Off,” Jimin says, grabbing at Yoongi’s shirt from behind. Yoongi lets him pull it off before turning to grab Jimin by the hips and falling backwards on the bed with him.

“What do you want to do baby?” Yoongi asks, hands still wandering under Jimin’s shirt and enjoying how his muscles react to his touch.

“You could eat me out while I watch. Finally get that taste you’ve been wanting,” Jimin offers.

“Gladly,” Yoongi replies before chastely kissing the younger. “Get in position for me.”

He lightly spanks the younger who mewls from it before moving off of the elder. Jimin sheds his shirt and crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees facing the mirror. He looks up at his reflection and whines at the view of his ass presented to Yoongi who looks like he is about to devour him.

“Fuck this view,” Yoongi exhales, hands sliding reverently over Jimin’s ass.

“You say that every time I’m in this position.”

“Because it’s a fucking great view every time,” Yoongi explains with a gentle squeeze. “You better be watching baby.”

Jimin watches as Yoongi moves behind him, pulling his cheeks apart before licking a long stripe over his hole.

“Oh shit!” Jimin gasps, fisting the sheets and forcing himself to watch in the mirror. Yoongi circles his rim deftly with his tongue before pressing his lips on it and sucking gently, making Jimin mewl and arch his back. After some more kitten licks, Yoongi is pushing the tip of his tongue past the rim and Jimin moans as he pushes his hips back to get him deeper.

“See how pretty you are baby,” Yoongi asks when he pulls away briefly, going back in and pushing his tongue further in this time.

“A-ah fuck,” Jimin pants, watching his fucked-out expression in the mirror making him more turned on. As Yoongi starts fucking his tongue in and out, Jimin feels precum spill out of him and his vision gets blurry with tears of pleasure.

“Y-yoongi ah so good fuck,” Jimin pants. Yoongi slides a finger in alongside his tongue and Jimin gasps, throwing his head back as he moans when the finger rubs over his prostate. The sounds are so wet that it makes Jimin dribble more precum, but he is craving to see Yoongi in the mirror too.

“Hyung please fuck me,” he pants. He feels Yoongi curl his tongue inside and he cries in pleasure from it.

“Already baby?” Yoongi asks when he pulls away, still moving his finger inside.

“Want to see you too,” Jimin explains.

“Let me stretch you a little more first,” Yoongi says, sliding his one finger out and moving to grab the lube quickly. He adds some lube to his fingers and warms it some before pushing two fingers in this time.

“Doing so good baby. Look how fucking gorgeous you are,” Yoongi says, fucking his fingers in steadily and watching Jimin react in the mirror. Jimin meets Yoongi’s dark gaze in the mirror and that makes him whine hard with need.

“Hyung please fill me,” Jimin whines, feeling Yoongi scissor him open and nudging his prostate occasionally.

“Okay,” Yoongi replies, pulling his fingers out and kissing the now open hole quickly, making Jimin mewl. Jimin watches in the mirror as Yoongi opens a condom and slides it on, stroking himself some before moving behind Jimin again. “Do you want to stay like this?”

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales, breathing heavy with anticipation. Yoongi smirks at him through the mirror and starts to push in slowly. Jimin forces himself to keep his eyes open and watch himself being filled, which just makes him moan from his gut low and long. He feels Yoongi bottom out and rub the small of his back comforting as he adjusts.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi exhales, taking a good look at the two of them in the mirror. He is full dick deep into Jimin who looks so fucked out and that all is a turn-on that makes Yoongi groan. “Ready?”

“Y-yeah. Fuck me hyung,” Jimin pants. Yoongi gets a solid hold on Jimin’s hips and pulls out to the tip before going in slowly, repeating the action a few times as Jimin mewls under him.

“You take me so well Jimin-ah. So beautiful to watch,” Yoongi says, watching Jimin’s hole eagerly take him in each time he thrusts forward. There is something so sinful about watching yourself enter and exit and made even more glorious when it is Jimin’s perfect ass that is being fucked into.

“Harder please,” Jimin whines, pushing his hips back to deepen and quicken his thrusts. Yoongi does as asked, pounding into him harder while still making sure he pulls out to the tip to get a full slide.

“Ah! There hyung!” Jimin wails, his prostate being hit with each push forward.

“Right there?” Yoongi asks, thrusting hard and pushing into the spot as Jimin cries out in pleasure.

“Fuck yes yes yes harder faster please,” Jimin rambles, his voice pitched higher from the pressure on the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck baby can’t say no to you,” Yoongi grunts before going both fast and hard into that spot. He grips Jimin’s hips tightly and starts to pull him in to meet his thrusts, so he is going as deep as possible.

“Ah ah fuck hyung so good shit.” Jimin is gripping the sheets for dear life and his arms are starting to shake. “Look at me hyung.”

Yoongi snaps his head to look at Jimin’s reflection and he growls at the sight. Jimin’s plump lips are parted as an endless string of moans spill out of him. His eyes are watery like he might cry, and his skin is flush from the heat and pleasure.

“Gorgeous baby. Always so gorgeous for me.”

Jimin whines hard and clenches around Yoongi who stutters slightly. Yoongi keeps watching Jimin in the mirror and can see his arms shaking, so he wraps an arm around his torso and pulls the younger upright, now thrusting up into him as he sits on his thighs.

“A-ah hyung,” Jimin whines at the change of position. Yoongi moves to have a hand firmly on the younger’s chest to support him and Jimin grabs tightly onto that arm for his own support.

“Look at yourself. Watch me fuck you Jimin. Watch you take it like a good boy,” Yoongi growls in his ear. He sees Jimin stare at their reflection before moaning hard and resting his head back against the elder.

“C-close Yoongi. So close oh my god,” Jimin pants. His abdomen feels like it is on fire with his impending orgasm. His whole body has a thin layer of sweat and every touch burns with pleasure.

“You better watch yourself cum baby. You don’t want to miss it. So beautiful,” Yoongi whispers. He moves the hand that was on Jimin’s hip still and wraps it around the younger’s cock, stroking it along with his sharp thrusts. He turns his attention to their reflection as well, watching Jimin’s face contort in pleasure as his orgasm builds. He can tell it is building fast and that Jimin is going to cum in three…two…one.

“Yoongi!” Jimin cries, streams of white spilling out of him and all over Yoongi’s hand. Yoongi can feel Jimin’s body shake as he climaxes and watches the wide-eyed stare Jimin has as he watches himself cum. He strokes the younger through it, slowing the pace to not overwhelm the blissed out boy in his lap.

“Hyung,” Jimin exhales, coming down from his high then.

“Yes baby?”

“Need you to cum,” Jimin says before lifting himself up and dropping back down on Yoongi’s cock, mewling from the sensitivity as Yoongi groans.

“Fuck baby ah,” Yoongi gasps as Jimin starts to ride him like that, still facing the mirror and being held up by the elder.

“Are you watching hyung?” Jimin asks, more focused on riding Yoongi and making him cum.

“Y-yeah fuck look so good baby,” Yoongi pants, his orgasm tightening inside him as he watches Jimin do his work in the mirror. He slides his hands to lay over Jimin’s abs and feels his muscles work and that makes him groan hard. “Close baby don’t stop. Doing so well.”

“Hyung please,” Jimin pants, his thighs burning from the position. He clenches hard around Yoongi while still riding him and a few bounces later, Yoongi cries out in pleasure with his climax. Jimin rolls his hips as the elder cums, hearing delicious gasps and whines from the elder and feeling his dick twitch inside while he cums.

“Ah fuck baby off,” Yoongi says after his high, gripping Jimin at the waist and pulling him off entirely. They lay down with their heads in the pillows and Yoongi spooning Jimin from behind, a loose arm wrapped around him as they collect themselves from their highs.

Jimin flutters his eyes open once his breathing has evened, looking at the scene in the mirror. He can see a little bit of Yoongi behind him, his eyes are closed as his breathing evens out still.

We look good like this.

The thought is broken as Yoongi pulls him into a closer hold and nuzzles into his neck, leaving featherlight kisses in the crook of it with his eyes still closed. Jimin watches from the mirror again, eyeing the details of Yoongi’s soft kisses and gentle caresses.

Yeah, we look really good like this.

Chapter Text

“Hi Minie,” Yoongi calls from the couch when he hears the apartment door open. His eyes stay on his phone as he aimlessly scrolls through social media. He only looks away when a body collapses on top of his. “You’re sweaty.”

Jimin groans, the sounds muffled into Yoongi’s sweatshirt.

“Hard rehearsal?” Yoongi asks, putting his phone down on his chest and rubbing circles on Jimin’s back.

“That’s an understatement.”

Yoongi continues his slow motions of rubbing Jimin’s back, relaxing the younger from his long day.

“I hate to make it worse, but we do have work tonight.”

“I know,” Jimin grumbles into Yoongi’s chest.

“You’ll feel better after a shower.”

Jimin hums in assent but doesn’t move. Yoongi smiles softly, letting Jimin lay there for a little longer before fully rousing him. Jimin stirs a bit and looks at Yoongi, a conflicted expression on his face.

“What is it Min?” Yoongi asks, knowing Jimin must be debating something.

“C-can I have a kiss?” Jimin asks bashfully. Yoongi can’t help but feel endeared by it, smiling softly at the younger.

“Sure. You need to sit up though.” Jimin pushes himself to sitting, straddling Yoongi’s thighs to let the elder sit up himself. Yoongi does so and gently holds Jimin by the chin before kissing him softly. Jimin’s eyes flutter shut and he drapes his arms over Yoongi’s shoulder as he kisses him back. They exchange a few tender kisses, gently moving their pressed lips together, until Yoongi pulls away slightly.

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin says softly, blinking his eyes open to look at Yoongi.

“Do you feel better?” Yoongi inquires softly, his hand moving from Jimin’s chin to caress his cheek gently.

“Yeah,” Jimin whispers, smiling softly. They stay like that for a moment and it’s so intimate. Too intimate for friends with benefits. But neither move or speak, enjoying the small bubble they’ve created.

“I should go shower,” Jimin says finally. He drops his arms from around Yoongi and moves to stand up, walking away before Yoongi can reply.

Trust me when I say your feelings for him are stronger than you will admit, and he is probably the same way.

Yoongi lets out a long sigh from remembering Hoseok’s words. He doesn’t want to think about it, deciding he should take his own shower before work. He heads to his room to shower alone but thinking about Jimin the whole time.

--

Yoongi does his best to not look bored out of his mind, but that is really hard when wandering around a corporate event with a tray of appetizers no one wants. He would argue that the spouses of these business types were just as bored, but they had the luxury of getting drunk.

He can see Jimin being stopped occasionally and spoken to, and the younger smiles brightly before going on his way. But something seems off about him. Jimin seems tense and a little defensive, which is not natural for him at all.

Someone that Yoongi can best assume is the CEO of whatever company this event is for speaks then which is their cue to head back to the kitchen until they are needed again. He watches Jimin carefully as the younger passes him, his smile gone and head dropped down to avoid eye contact. Yoongi is quick to follow, walking into the kitchen right after Jimin.

“Min what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks once his hands are free. Jimin crosses his arms and leans against a table, head still down and worrying his lip.

“It’s nothing.”

“It clearly is not nothing if you’re this bothered by it,” Yoongi reasons, tilting his head to try to make eye contact. “Come on Minie you know bottling it up only makes you feel worse.”

Jimin sighs and lifts his head to look at the elder. His expression is one of frustration; one Yoongi has seen a few times but never at work usually.

“These people are just assholes, that’s all,” Jimin explains simply, dropping his gaze again.

“What are they saying? Or doing?”

“Just asshole pretentious shit. Making snide remarks and saying I must be too stupid for a better job, even when where my looks are all that matter. Shit like that.”

“That is all bullshit. You know that.”

“I know but it doesn’t make it any less irritating to hear and have to smile through it. And then rehearsal was bad earlier, and I just feel like shit.”

Yoongi pulls him into a hug, the younger wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. “I’m sorry Min. I wish I could help more.”

“Too bad we’re at work,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet Yoongi barely heard him.

“Do you want me to make you feel better baby?” he asks quietly. Jimin pulls away to look at him then, his eyes wide in shock and confusion.

“We’re at work hyung.”

“So?”

“What?!”

“Shh baby,” Yoongi says quietly. “I’m not saying we should fuck right now. Just want to make you feel good.”

“But I-how?” Jimin stutters.

“We have time to kill till we are needed again. We can find a private spot and I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi explains calmly which just confuses Jimin more about how relaxed he is with such a suggestion. “Do you want that baby?”

Jimin bites down on his lip to hold back a whine and nods. “B-but what if we are needed suddenly?”

“Jisoo is here.”

They both turn to see their fellow server, Jisoo, perched on a table and flirting with one of the sous chefs. Yoongi looks back at Jimin with a raised eyebrow, waiting for the younger’s final decision. Jimin nods and drops his arms from around Yoongi. Yoongi nods in return and looks around the kitchen one last time to see everyone else distracted and paying them no attention. He turns then, expecting Jimin to follow him as he heads to a back hallway with employee spaces and bathrooms. He calmly goes to one of the single bathrooms, pushing the door open  and holding it for Jimin to enter behind him.

“You’ll have to be quiet baby. Think you can do that?” Yoongi asks, locking the door behind him as Jimin crowds into his space.

“Yeah. I’ll be quiet for you,” Jimin says. He grabs onto Yoongi’s button-up and pulls the elder into a needy kiss. As always Yoongi holds Jimin by the waist firmly, pulling the younger until they are pressed together closely. Jimin is already a mess of whimpers and mewls from just making out, and Yoongi can feel the younger getting hard.

Yoongi moves to kiss down Jimin’s jaw and neck, not leaving marks but still getting Jimin worked up. Jimin is now gripping his shoulders tightly and gasping into his ear, trying to hard to stay quiet.

“H-hyung please,” Jimin pants, pushing his hips into Yoongi to get friction.

“What do you want baby?” Yoongi asks quietly between his ministrations.

“Touch me.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgment before kissing Jimin, sliding his tongue into the younger’s mouth and hearing him mewl into it. Yoongi works to unbutton Jimin’s pants, sliding his hands under the lose now loose waistband to grip his ass hard.

“F-fuck hyung,” Jimin moans, tucking his face into the crook of the elder’s neck to muffle himself.

“Can you stand on your own for me for a second?” Yoongi asks, kneading Jimin’s ass as the younger whimpers into his neck.

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales. He takes a step back and steadies himself, looking curiously at Yoongi for the request. The elder moves away from the door he was pinned against and towards the small vanity, opening the under storage and pulling a bottle out after briefly looking.

“How did you know that was there?” Jimin asks with wide-eyes once he identifies the bottle as lube.

“Seokjin told me how he found it in the public bathrooms after a wedding and didn’t know where else to put it. Lucky us that it is still here,” Yoongi explains with a smirk. He chastely kisses Jimin before pulling his pants further down followed by his underwear, his hardness springing free. He pours some lube onto his palm, spreading it around to cover his fingers as well and warm it up.

With his clean hand, Yoongi cradles Jimin’s face and pulls him into a sloppy kiss. While the younger’s distracted by the kiss, he wraps his lubed hand around Jimin’s length, earning a harsh gasp from the younger. He strokes slowly as they continue to kiss until Jimin isn’t able to keep up the kiss anymore.

“H-hyung don’t mess up your clothes,” Jimin pants as Yoongi starts going faster.

“What? You don’t want to explain to everyone how good I make you feel when they see your cum all over me?” Yoongi teases, flicking his wrist and getting a loud gasp from the younger.

“Fuck no I don’t,” Jimin replies, getting a dark chuckle from the elder. “Only you get to know how good you make me feel.”

“Just me hm?” Yoongi muses. He lets go of Jimin who whines at it. He moves to be behind the younger, guiding him closer to the wall before taking hold of his erection again and returning to the previous pace. He starts going faster as he kisses Jimin’s neck sloppily. Jimin starts getting louder, so Yoongi snakes his hand up his front to cover his mouth.

“Be quiet baby,” Yoongi instructs, stroking quickly and holding Jimin close to his body. Jimin places his hands against the wall for support, moaning freely into Yoongi’s hand and thrusting his hips forward into Yoongi’s hold. “That’s it baby. Fuck yourself in my hand.”

Jimin does, moving erratically to meet Yoongi’s strokes and crying in pleasure, muffled by Yoongi’s hold on his mouth. After a few more thrusts, Jimin is cumming into Yoongi’s hand and on the floor, his body shivering with his climax as Yoongi strokes him through it.

As Jimin starts to come down, Yoongi moves his hand from his mouth to his waist, holding him close and whispering praises into his ear.

“Feel better now?” he asks once Jimin starts to shift to stand on his own.

“Yeah. Much better,” Jimin exhales. “What about you? You’re still hard.”

“Don’t worry about me baby.”

“But-”

“No buts. This was for you, not me. Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi interrupts, kissing the younger on the cheek quickly before moving away from him and towards the sink to wash his hands. He feels Jimin snake his arms around him and rest against his back and he can’t help but smile fondly at the action.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to do that Min.”

“I want to.” Yoongi can hear the pout in his voice so he relents, letting the younger get his way.

“You should head back first. I’ll clean up in here and meet you,” Yoongi says, moving to dry his hands while Jimin still clings to his back.

“You’re going to clean my mess too? Hyung seriously let me.”

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says in a soft warning. He hears Jimin grumble something that includes the word ‘fine’ and chuckles softly.

“Let me give you a thank you kiss at least.”

“You are so stubborn,” Yoongi laughs, loosening Jimin’s hold on him to turn towards the younger.

“I don’t want to be selfish,” Jimin answers, a small pout that makes him look adorable.

“Baby you’re not selfish,” Yoongi comforts, fixing Jimin’s slightly tousled hair.

“Let me fucking kiss you hyung,” Jimin says firmly which makes Yoongi laugh.

“Okay fine you brat.”

Jimin smiles with victory before pulling Yoongi close and kissing him softly, his plush lips moving tenderly with Yoongi’s. Yoongi could easily let himself go and let Jimin kiss him for the rest of his life, but they are currently in a time-sensitive situation. He pulls away regrettably and says “Now go back out already.”

“Fine,” Jimin sighs, but the smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes show he is feeling much better than earlier. Jimin moves away, checks his appearance in the mirror before turning and leaving the bathroom.

Yoongi is quick to lock the door again and strip enough to reveal his neglected erection, dribbling precoma already from being ignored for so long. He quickly lubes his hand again and starts stroking himself fast, knowing he is already so close to his climax. Yoongi is grunting and thrusting into his own hold as he cums, body tense with surging pleasure as he hits his high. He falls back against the wall as he comes down, breathing hard with his hand covered in cum for the second time tonight.

When are you going to acknowledge the fact you are in love with him?

“Fuck,” Yoongi says under his breath, annoyed that those words would pass through his mind right now. He forces himself off the wall to wash his hands again, cleaning up a little bit, and checking his own appearance before leaving himself.

He enters the kitchen just as Jimin and Jisoo are taking trays filled with tiny desserts, and his eyes meet Jimin’s then. The younger gives him a smirk and a wink before turning to leave and Yoongi shakes his head with his own smile growing on his lips.

As the rest of the event goes on, Yoongi keeps an eye on Jimin. This time he seems genuinely happy and not simply faking it for the indifferent guests. And that is all Yoongi ever wants to see: Jimin happy.

--

“Jiminie hurry up!”

“I’m done Tae calm your shit,” Jimin answers, rolling his eyes at the younger who was watching him from the bathroom doorway.

“Jimin you look hot. Every person attracted to men will want to eat you alive.”

“Tae,” Jimin warns, sliding a few of his favorite rings on to finish the overall look.

“I know I know. I just want my wingman to be done getting ready so we can go.”

“Okay okay we’re going,” Jimin says, shooing Taehyung out of the doorway.

“Hyung come tell Jiminie he looks hot!”

“Tae!”

Taehyung flees out of Jimin’s bedroom before the elder can do anything. With a sigh, Jimin follows knowing Taehyung is going to be a hassle tonight.

Yoongi is relaxing on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone as Taehyung yells for his attention.

“Hyung come tell Jiminie he looks hot!”

Yoongi restrains himself from sitting up too quick and looking too eager. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Jimin all dressed up for a night out because he knows Jimin cleans up good.

And oh, he cleaned up good.

Jimin steps out of his room and Yoongi has to clench his jaw to not let it drop as he ogles the younger. Jimin is in skintight black leather pants with a black satin button that was flowy on his lithe frame. The satin shined when it caught the light and as did the earrings and rings the younger chose to accessorize with. His brunette hair was softly styled, and he has a touch of makeup to give him a warm smoky eye. If it wasn’t for Taehyung watching him smugly, Yoongi would have jumped on Jimin already.

“You look great Min,” Yoongi musters, trying to sound calm and unaffected despite his pounding heart and fast building arousal.

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin says bashfully and Yoongi has to bite back the smile of fondness.

“Every person is going to want you tonight Minie. Don’t you agree hyung?” Taehyung asks.

“Tae quit it,” Jimin hisses and Yoongi just raises a questioning eyebrow at both of them.

“I’m just saying that you look great Jimin-ah. You can definitely get laid tonight if you want.”

“Remind me why I agreed to go out with you?” Jimin asks quickly, diverting the conversation from where Taehyung is trying to take it. Yoongi is stuck in silence and just watches the two bicker briefly until they move to leave.

“Have fun guys,” he says as Jimin walks past him. His breath catches seeing Jimin from behind. His shirt is sheer on the back, delicately covering his otherwise exposed skin. And the way the leather pants molds to his ass should be illegal.

“Oh we will hyung,” Taehyung teases, his tone making Yoongi snap his eyes to look at him. But Taehyung has already turned away and the duo is walking out the door.

You can definitely get laid tonight if you want.

Yoongi can’t get what Taehyung said out of his head. What did he mean by that? Does he know about their agreement? Or was he just alluding to a one-night stand?

Fuck, would Jimin go fuck someone else?

They’ve never discussed sleeping with other people because it just hadn’t come up. Yoongi was more than happy only sleeping with Jimin. But does the younger feel the same.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans, snatching his phone up and opening his contacts to make a call.

“Ooh a phone call from the Min Yoongi! What do I owe the pleasure,” Hoseok says when he answers.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet. Depends on why you’re calling.”

“I need a distraction.”

“From what?”

“Jimin.”

“Uh oh did everything go to shit?” Hoseok asks. Yoongi swears he can hear an “I-told-you-so” tone in it.

“No it hasn’t. But he is out with Taehyung right now and I realized we have never talked about if it is okay to sleep with other people.”

“Oh,” Hoseok says, realization resonating in his tone. “So you want me to come over to distract you from the thought that Jimin might go fucking someone else.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten.”

Hoseok hangs up first and Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief that Hoseok will come over. He just has to get through the next ten minutes without going crazy.  

Ten minutes of pacing later there is a knock at the door. Yoongi swings it open and steps aside to let the bubbly Hoseok step inside.

“You better have something to drink. You could probably use one cause you look stressed,” Hoseok comments, surveying the elder with a mild concerned look.

“I am stressed. And I shouldn’t be, should I?”

“If I didn’t know you love him, I would say you shouldn’t be. But I do, so your stress is understandable,” Hoseok answers as he goes to the fridge, searching it briefly before grabbing to bottles of soju and handing one to the elder.

“I shouldn’t be stressed because we’ve never agreed to be monogamous fuckbuddies.”

“Monogamous fuckbuddies is a weird way to say a couple,” Hoseok muses, plopping down on the couch.

“Hobi,” Yoongi warns with an intense stare.

“Fine I’ll let that go for now since you are having a crisis.”

“This isn’t a crisis.”

“You’re stressing out like it is one.”

Yoongi groans and collapses on the couch, head resting back as he stares at the ceiling. “We’re not together officially. It’s not a committed relationship. It’s not cheating if he does sleep with someone and it is also none of my business.”

“Sure,” Hoseok says, taking a swig of his soju after. “Do you feel better now?”

“No.”

“I think you’re just gonna be miserable then.”

“You’re no help.”

“Me helping is telling you to get your shit together and date the man. But you keep refusing to do that. I also can’t really help you in this moment and your fuckbuddy agreement. Unless you want to call Jimin and talk to him about it right this second.”

“Fuck no that is a terrible idea.”

Yoongi sighs, circling the bottle in his hand as the liquid swirls around in it. “Friends with benefits aren’t monogamous by design. So it shouldn’t be a surprise if he does sleep with someone else tonight.”

“You don’t even know if he will do that.”

“I don’t but what is there to stop him?”

“Oh I don’t know maybe his mutual feelings towards you that he also denies for whatever reason,” Hoseok deadpans, rolling his eyes before finishing his drink.

“You mean the mutual feelings that don’t exist?”

“God you are so stubborn.” Hoseok stands then to grab another drink and brings Yoongi a second before his first is even finished. “Aren’t I supposed to distract you from this not debate with you about it?”

“Right. Sorry,” Yoongi grumbles, downing the rest of his first drink. “Is it ridiculous of me to not want him to sleep with anyone else?”

“No it isn’t. It would be a little concerning if you made it an edict of some kind that he can’t.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know Yoon. If it really bothers you, you will have to talk to him about it.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs. “Let’s move on from this. I can’t do anything about it now anyway.”

They spent the next two hours talking and watching bad late-night TV. While the distraction was working for the most part, the longer Jimin was gone the more nervous Yoongi got.

“I should get going. I teach tomorrow,” Hoseok says, standing and stretching briefly.

“Are you sure? We could-”

“You’re nervous Jimin won’t come home tonight, aren’t you?”

Yoongi freezes, mouth open to speak but no words coming out. Hoseok pats his upper arm in sympathy before heading towards the door.

“It will be fine Yoon. Unless he tells you otherwise, assume he’s not sleeping with anyone else. Maybe he’ll sleep over at Taehyung’s. You know how he gets when he is drunk.”

“Knowing how he is when drunk does not make me feel better,” Yoongi grumbles. Jimin is a notorious flirt when sober, and that gets amplified when drunk. He is also way touchier, and way less held back. Drunk Jimin is the one most likely to get laid by a stranger.

“Yoon have a little bit of faith will you?” Hoseok says before slipping his shoes on. “I’ll text you tomorrow to see what’s up.”

“Okay. Thanks, Hobi,” Yoongi says softly. Hoseok smiles at him brightly before ruffling his hair playfully. “Yah!”

“Ah, there is the grumpy Yoongi I prefer. Not this sad and stressed one.” Hoseok opens the door and heads out, turning back to wave goodbye before disappearing down the stairs. With a sigh, Yoongi shuts the door and debates what to do now. He chooses to go back to the terrible TV show to numb his mind, too worried to go to sleep yet.

Two episodes later and Yoongi can hear voices muffled in the hallway. He turns his head toward the door just as it is flung open.

“Min?” he asks, turning the TV off and moving towards the entryway.

“Oh hyung you’re still up,” Jimin says. Yoongi immediately picks up on how stable his words are, meaning he likely isn’t drunk. The drunk one is clearly Taehyung who Jimin is holding up by the waist.

“I see someone had some drinks,” Yoongi says, eyeing the youngest who lazily hangs onto Jimin.

“Some is an understatement,” Jimin deadpans. “Hyung can you-”

Yoongi has already moved to close the door and has pulled Taehyung into him instead. Taehyung easily falls into Yoongi and the elder is now questioning this choice.

“Hi Hyungie,” Taehyung says, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Hi drunky.”

“Hyung be nice,” Jimin chastises with a giggle.

“He won’t remember this.”

“You’d be surprised what I can remember after being blackout drunk,” Taehyung slurs.

“We can test that tomorrow,” Yoongi deadpans, making Jimin giggle some more. That giggle alone has calmed his previous nervousness immensely.

“Put him in my room. He can sleep it off here,” Jimin says, moving in front of them to lead the way. Yoongi drags the dead weight of Taehyung the short distance, flopping the youngest on the bed who eagerly curls into it, falling asleep on top of the covers almost instantly. He looks around to find Jimin who has somehow disappeared from his own room. Instead of awkwardly lingering decides to go back out to the living room.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks when he sees Jimin grabbing a blanket off the armchair.

“With drunky in my bed, I’ll sleep here.”

“Or you can sleep with me,” Yoongi offers before thinking. Jimin looks up at him with a curious expression.

“With Taehyung here?”

“I didn’t mean sex Min,” Yoongi clarifies, earning him an even more confused looked from the younger. “We’ve shared beds before. And it will be better than the couch.”

“O-okay,” Jimin says hesitantly, tossing the blanket back into its chair. Yoongi watches him carefully and the younger seems really nervous over something so small.

“Everything okay Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks, worried something happened to make Jimin act this way.

“Yeah, just um tired and tipsy. I should uh change.” Jimin heads back to his room then and Yoongi feels no less concerned than before. Something is off, he can tell. He decides to head to his own room and get ready for bed, sleep creeping up on him faster now that he knows Jimin is home. After changing clothes and brushing his teeth, he goes to the bed and pulls the covers down as Jimin comes in.

“You sure this is okay? I don’t want to bother you,” Jimin says nervously.

“You’re never a bother Minie,” Yoongi says. He sees Jimin relax a little which makes him feel better. He slips into bed, relaxing down as Jimin joins him on the other side. Jimin curls up into his side and Yoongi feels a wave of reassurance wash over him as the younger wraps his arm around his waist and rests his head on his chest.

“Did you have fun?” he asks quietly, raking his fingers through Jimin’s hair as he always does when cuddling.

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs in a way that makes it not sound believable. “I would have rather stayed home with you though.”

Yoongi tries to not get too giddy by that. Jimin probably only means that because of how much of a hassle drunk Taehyung is. Nothing more.

Yoongi can feel Jimin falling asleep swiftly, his breathing slow and even and his body relaxing fully into him. He watches the younger briefly, taking in the small details of his now bare face and how his hair is splayed against his chest. Dressed up Jimin is great, but this Jimin is perfect.

That is the last thought Yoongi has before drifting off to sleep himself.

--

Yoongi woke with a shiver, feeling chilly despite behind fully covered. Before opening his eyes, he reaches for Jimin to pull him close, but the younger isn’t there. Yoongi blinks his eyes open to come to the same conclusion and his heart sinks.

Wonder if Jimin felt this way when he woke up alone.

Yoongi shakes the thought away. Of course he didn’t. He insisted there was no reason for Yoongi to apologize for it.

But you both agreed to not leave each other when sleeping so it’s not awkward.

But that is only after sex, which you didn’t have last night.

Yoongi sits up with a groan, already exhausted despite just waking up thanks to his inner voices arguing. Things are so much easier when feelings don’t get involved.

He shuffles to his bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the fact he woke up alone, so it doesn’t sour his mood for the day. Once determining that coffee fixes everything, he wanders out of his room for the kitchen where he hears quiet voices.

“Morning,” Yoongi says when he sees Jimin and Taehyung sitting at their small table.

“Shhhh you’re so loud hyung,” Taehyung whines.

“Someone’s hungover,” Yoongi teases, moving past both of them to make himself coffee.

“Yes, drunky is hungover,” Taehyung groans. “Told you I’d remember.”

“So you also remember me carrying you to the bed like a good hyung.”

Taehyung grumbles incoherently and Jimin giggles in response, making the butterflies in Yoongi’s stomach flutter to life. He does his best at ignoring that, thankful he is facing away from them while getting his drink. It’s comfortably quiet between the three of them and Yoongi can’t help but enjoy it.

“So drunky did you have fun?” he asks once his coffee is done, turning to face them as he leans against the counter.

“Yeah,” Taehyung replies, sounding wistful unlike how Jimin responded last night. “Although I’m pretty sure Jimin is mad I kept him from fucking you last night.”

“Tae!” Jimin says in shock, eyes growing wider by the second as he stares down the man across from him.

“I’m not wrong Min,” Taehyung continues casually, and Yoongi furrows his brows in deep confusion. “You two could have done it when we came back. I wouldn’t have cared.”

“What are you-” Yoongi starts, getting more confused the more Taehyung speaks and Jimin doesn’t.

“Unless you did and I slept through it,” Taehyung adds.

“Okay we’re leaving now,” Jimin says, jumping up from his seat and grabbing Taehyung to come with him. Yoongi just stares at them, bewildered about what just happened. He sees the dark red blush on Jimin’s face and that doesn’t help him make sense of the events at all. Before he can ask anything, Jimin has shoved Taehyung out the door and has followed him out, leaving Yoongi alone in the apartment again.

He waits there, finishing his coffee and hoping Jimin will come back and explain what just happened. Taehyung must know about their agreement, or he was talking shit that was too accurate. With an empty and no Jimin, Yoongi decides to distract himself with some music assignments he needs to work. So with another mug full of coffee, he goes back to his room and goes to his desk, slipping his wireless headphones on to listen to demos and make some edits.

He gets in the zone and has tuned out the world around him, so he doesn’t know how much time has passed since Jimin left. And he also doesn’t hear the younger come in his room and get closer until he is sitting in his lap suddenly.

“Fuck Jimin-ah!” Yoongi gasps, startled by having Jimin appear in his lap.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin says hurriedly, looking distressed which makes Yoongi’s heart sink.

“Why? You haven’t done anything wrong,” Yoongi asks, pulling his headphones off and holding Jimin around the waist.

“But I have. We agreed to not tell people about us but I told Tae and he wasn’t supposed to ever bring it up but in his hungover haze it slipped and I’m sorry.”

“Hey calm down Min it’s okay,” Yoongi says soothingly.

“You’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not. I was confused by what Taehyung was saying but now it makes sense. And it’s Tae. He can be a brat but I know he isn’t a bad person.”

Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck and pulls him into a hug and Yoongi absorbs the comfortable warmth of having Jimin close again.

“If it makes you feel better, I ended up telling Hoseok about it,” Yoongi confesses. Jimin pulls away to give him a confused look but he doesn’t seem upset.

“Did he intuit like Tae did to me?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, he did. So I didn’t really have much of a choice but to tell him. You’re not upset that I did that, are you?”

“No, not at all. It’s just Hoseok,” Jimin answers. “If anything I feel better that we both did it so it wasn’t just me fucking it up.”

“You haven’t fucked anything up Minie,” Yoongi reassures. “I do have a question though.”

“What is it?”

“Was Taehyung right when he said you would have rather been fucking me last night?”

Jimin groans and tries to escape, but Yoongi keeps a hold of his waist and pulls him back down so he is straddling him instead.

“Well?”

“I already told you I would have rather stayed home.”

“But you left out the fucking.”

“You know I do enjoy spending time with you besides having sex, right?”

“So you didn’t want to fuck me?”

“Of course I wanted to fuck you,” Jimin relents, rolling his eyes at Yoongi’s shit-eating grin at him.

If it really bothers you, you will have to talk to him about it.

“Hey Min,” Yoongi starts, brows furrowing in thought.

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, tilting his head with a curious look at Yoongi’s shift in expression.

“Have you slept with anyone else since started this?” Yoongi asks, forcing himself to look at the younger.

“No,” Jimin answers simply, still a curious look on his face. “Have you?”

“No!” Yoongi says hastily, realizing too late that he said it that way. Jimin just giggles sweetly which summons the butterflies again.

“Why do you ask?”

“It um came to mind when you went out last night and Taehyung was saying-”

“Tae was being a brat to embarrass me since he knew we were fucking,” Jimin explains.

“Okay but like we never talked about it, so it crossed my mind.”

“Hyung I have no reason to sleep with strangers when I can have way more interesting sex with you.”

“Right,” Yoongi replies, worrying his bottom lips briefly. This is just sex, always has been. Just interesting sex.

“Do you want to sleep with others?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow at the elder for acting weird.

“No. I am happy to only fuck you,” Yoongi answers honestly, although leaving out his true, deep feelings. Jimin smiles softly at him and Yoongi returns it. Jimin is the first to close the distance, holding Yoongi’s face in his small hands and kissing him softly. They exchange gentle kisses paired with gentle caresses and it is also so delicate and intimate.

“Speaking of fucking so much,” Jimin whispers against Yoongi’s lips before kissing him again. “It’s been a while since we’ve done anything.”

“It has. Not since I gave you a hand job at work a couple of weeks ago,” Yoongi smirks remembering their little escapade.

“I still owe you for that.”

“No you don’t Min.”

“You keep saying I don’t, but I feel like I do.”

“Not because I make you feel that way right?” Yoongi asks with a frown. “I don’t want sex between us to be because we owe each other. Then it feels forced and it should be because we both want it.”

“I know hyung,” Jimin affirms. “I guess I just want to make you feel equally as good as you make me feel. So when I was the only one who got off that time it felt like I was using you.”

“Baby I’m the one who suggested it,” Yoongi replies, rubbing circles on Jimin’s hip bones with his thumbs. “Can we agree that we only do things when we want to and agree to them?”

“Yeah. We can do that,” Jimin agrees, pulling Yoongi into a quick kiss after. “I envy how you have your shit together with all of this.”

If only he knew.

“Don’t. I’m making it up as we go,” Yoongi says instead.

“Okay I don’t owe you, but I want to return the favor,” Jimin says then, attitude shifting to more flirtatious. “Can I hyung?”

“I was kind of in the middle of something,” Yoongi says, thinking of the re-write he was in the middle of.

“Well…” Jimin starts, worrying his bottom lip in thought briefly. “We could try something.”

“Try what?”

“I could cock warm you,” Jimin offers, voice calm but face tinging pink at saying it.

“Right you mentioned wanting to do that,” Yoongi muses, remembering their first kinks conversation. “You’ll have to explain it to me again.”

“I basically keep your cock warm by keeping it inside me and not moving. You keep working on whatever it is you were doing during it.”

“Okay,” Yoongi says, dragging out the word as he processes it all. “So neither of us would move?”

“Correct.”

“How am I supposed to stay hard through it?”

“I’m sure that won’t be difficult for you since you worship my ass like a deity,” Jimin teases. Yoongi pinches his ass in retaliation and Jimin yelps before hitting him playfully.

“Okay brat we can try it. We’ll still need lube and a condom yeah?”

Jimin nods before getting off Yoongi’s lap, quickly going to his nightstand where he keeps the necessities. Jimin returns with the goods and puts them down on the desk. He pauses briefly in a moment of thought before shoving off his sweatpants and kicking them aside.

“Fuck Min,” Yoongi says as Jimin straddles him again, having worn nothing underneath his sweats.

“Figured it was easier to take them off now,” Jimin reasons. “Probably should do the same for you.”

Jimin snaps the waistband of Yoongi’s joggers with a smirk and Yoongi rolls his eyes at him for it.

“You have to get off me then,” Yoongi remarks, lightly slapping Jimin’s ass in retaliation. Jimin gasps in mock offense before getting off him and letting Yoongi push off his joggers and boxers to his ankles.

“Someone’s already getting hard,” Jimin teases, eyeing Yoongi’s semi with a smirk.

“You’ve been rubbing that pretty ass on it for the past ten minutes, of course I am. Now get back on baby.”

Jimin eagerly does, straddling the elder while wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. They’re experts at this now; getting each other riled up simply from making out. Jimin grinds down against Yoongi’s erection to feel it quickly reach full hardness, swallowing the elder’s groans with their kissing.

“Need to prep you baby,” Yoongi pants when he pulls away from their lip lock. Jimin grabs the lube from behind him and pops the cap open, offering to pour it for the elder who holds his hand out to take some. He warms it some as Jimin puts the bottle back. “Want to bend over for me so it’s easier?”

“You just want to stare at my ass,” Jimin taunts but does as requested, turning to stand, facing the desk, and bending over on it. Yoongi grabs his ass and squeezes as he commonly does before separating the cheeks and licking a stripe over Jimin’s hole. “Fuck hyung!”

“I really need to eat you out till you cum,” Yoongi muses, making Jimin whimper at the thought.

“Next time,” Jimin pants. He feels the slickness of the lube being rubbed over his hole before Yoongi starts pushing inside. “A-ah fuck.”

“You’re so tight baby,” Yoongi grunts. He thrusts slowly, paying attention to Jimin’s soft noises for any sign of discomfort.

“You-ah-you haven’t been in me since the mirror sex,” Jimin musters to explain.

“And you haven’t fingered yourself since?”

“No. You feel much better.”

Yoongi smirks at that, keeping that remark in his mind for the future, and continues working Jimin open carefully. Once three fingers slide comfortably, he pulls out and Jimin whines at the emptiness.

“Come here baby,” Yoongi instructs, Jimin turns around, handing Yoongi the condom before surging into a bruising kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth and shared moans between them until Yoongi pulls away. “Get up a little.”

Jimin does, moving so Yoongi can roll the condom on himself and slicks himself with the leftover lube. Once done, Jimin grabs him and guides Yoongi’s length to his entrance to ease on slowly.

“Slow baby, go slow,” Yoongi exhales, supporting him by his hips as the younger takes him inside expertly. Jimin is whining as he goes, mostly in pleasure with the occasional gasp of alarm. The slick slide of Jimin’s warm walls is obscenely pleasurable and Yoongi feels his arousal starting to burn already.

Jimin bottoms out with a sigh, breathing heavy as he adjusts to being so full after so long. He drapes his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and rests his forehead against the elder’s.

“You okay Min?” Yoongi asks, lightly rubbing the younger’s thighs to help relax him.

“Yeah I’m good,” Jimin pants. “We need to have more sex.”

“What?” Yoongi chuckles.

“Need more sex. I’m fucking greedy for your cock and three weeks is too long without it.”

“Why didn’t you just ask for it baby?”

“Didn’t want to be overbearing or seem sex crazed or something,” Jimin explains, his cheeks turning red with blush at admitting this.

“I wouldn’t think those things,” Yoongi reassures. “I’ve been thinking the same and didn’t want to come off as too much.”

“We really are insatiable, aren’t we?” Jimin chuckles.

“I guess. But now we can just ask for it when we want it guilt-free yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jimin smiles softly before kissing Yoongi gently. Their lips move together in slow tandem as Jimin finishes adjusting.

“So what now?” Yoongi asks, the feeling of being inside Jimin making his mind fuzzy.

“You go back to work and I just sit pretty keeping your cock warm,” Jimin explains.

“And when do we stop?”

“I guess when we’re both tired of it,” Jimin answers. “I have a feeling you’re going to have to stop me from moving.”

“Gonna have to make sure you’re a good boy and sits still hm?” Yoongi taunts, his hands ghosting over the curve of Jimin’s ass.

“Y-yeah. You just feel so good inside me…” Jimin trails off, hips shifting slightly until Yoongi grips his hips hard.

“No moving till I say so baby,” Yoongi instructs. Jimin whimpers and nods, choosing to rest his head on Yoongi’s shoulder with arms around his waist. Yoongi does his best to scoot the chair closer to the desk, making Jimin moan and clench around him. They settle back in position and Yoongi forces himself to focus on anything besides how good Jimin feels around him.

“Doing great baby,” he mumbles, hearing Jimin whimper softly in his ear. He smirks to himself knowing he is in control and starts working on lyrics for an assignment. He feels Jimin’s breathing even out and thinks maybe this won’t be that hard for him. But then Jimin starts kissing his neck, sucking softly, and putting extra attention on his sensitive spots.

“Baby,” Yoongi says in a soft warning but Jimin continues. “What are you doing?”

“Just kissing,” Jimin mumbles between his ministrations.

“Are you trying to rile me up?”

“No,” Jimin replies softly, dragging out the word as he says it. Yoongi smirks knowing he is lying but lets it go so Jimin continues his work. He moves up to Yoongi’s jaw before softly pecking around his face and ending at his lips.

“You’re being distracting,” Yoongi says, pulling away from Jimin’s kiss. “This will go on a lot longer if you keep doing that.”

Jimin whines and Yoongi can see him debating with himself on what to do. “Fine,” Jimin mumbles, resting back against Yoongi’s shoulder with a pout.

“Be good and I’ll give you what you want,” Yoongi says, turning his attention back to attempting to write lyrics. They stay like that for a while with Jimin behaving for the most part. He shifts slightly but makes no noise, so Yoongi says nothing about it and keeps writing. It happens again and Yoongi gets suspicious. It is the third time where Jimin whimpers softly that makes Yoongi grab Jimin’s hips firmly.

“You’re not very sneaky Min,” he says, his voice low.

“Hyung please I can’t anymore,” Jimin whines, trying to rock his hips but Yoongi staying firm.

“I told you to be good and you’re not doing that are you?”

“Daddy please!”

Yoongi groans hard, his resolving cracking with the name. He forces himself to focus and starts to pull Jimin up. But instead of letting Jimin sink back down, he pulls him all the way off till the younger is standing over him.

“No fuck why,” Jimin whines.

“You know why,” Yoongi says evenly. His hands smoothly travel over Jimin’s bare legs and he can feel Jimin shake slightly. “I’ll have to punish you if you can’t be good.”

“I’ll be good. I promise,” Jimin says desperately. Yoongi eyes Jimin carefully, lingering on the younger’s rock-hard cock staining his t-shirt with precum. The sight makes Yoongi leak a little himself and he know he won’t last longer.  

Yoongi slaps Jimin’s ass, hard enough to make him yelp but not enough to hurt and Jimin gets the clue. He grabs the elder’s dick, stroking him to full hardness a few times before sinking back onto him.

“Fuck ah ah you feel so good daddy,” Jimin moans as he goes down again. Everything feels twice as sensitive right now and he’s going crazy not being able to ride Yoongi hard like he desperately wants to right now.

“Just a little longer baby. You can do it,” Yoongi soothes. He kisses the younger softly once before going back to work. Jimin rests his head back against Yoongi’s shoulder and fists his t-shirt to ground him while Yoongi scribbles on a notebook. His mind is racing with arousal and the frustration of not moving makes him feel like he’ll explode. But he knows that the sex after is going to be mind blowing so he focus on staying relaxed.

“So good Min,” Yoongi says softly, still writing things done. He moves a hand to the small space between him and Jimin and wraps his fingers around Jimin’s neglected cock.

“Ah daddy fuck!” Jimin cries, hips jolting forward into the hold involuntarily.

“Don’t move baby.”

“Daddy why please ah,” Jimin rambles, his whole body tense with trying to keep still through the slow strokes. He clenches hard on Yoongi and hears the elder groan low in his throat, knowing Yoongi won’t last much longer. “Daddy I can make you feel so good. Let me ride you please.”

“Just a second Minie,” Yoongi says, completely forgoing his pretend working and focusing on Jimin, who is breathing hard with anticipation and has the most sinfully desperate look in his eyes.

“Fuck fuck I-I’m already close hyung please please please!”

“Okay you can move.”

Jimin doesn’t have to be told twice, already rapidly bouncing on Yoongi’s cock in shameless desperation. He is slamming down hard and each one makes Yoongi gasp and groan hard. The elder is close too and the way Jimin is fucking himself hard on him is making it come faster than a high-speed train.

“Fuck baby ah ah shit so good. So fucking good,” Yoongi pants, his incoming climax punching him in the gut as it builds. He tightens his hold on Jimin’s dick slightly, having stilled his movements and letting Jimin fuck himself up into the hold. Jimin cries obscenely, throwing his head back in a long moan as he keeps going.

“Daddy I-I need to cum. C-can I?” Jimin asks, his movements stuttering somewhat.

“Yes, baby you can cum. Been so good for me,” Yoongi replies. As soon as he has permission, Jimin is cumming with a loud cry, slamming down one last time and squeezing hard around the elder as his body shakes from the intensity. Ropes of white are shooting out of the younger all over their shirts and Yoongi’s hand who is stroking him through it stuttering praises. Yoongi’s other hand his gripping Jimin’s hip tightly as he is cumming as well through his praises, the tight clenching around him shoving him over the edge.

“Y-Yoongi,” Jimin exhales, collapsing into the elder after his high.

“Shhh baby just relax for me,” Yoongi soothes, breathing hard from his intense climax. Jimin is dead weight on him and he’s starting to feel sore from sitting in this chair not moving while being sat on. But Jimin is so out of it he doesn’t want to move till Jimin has come down to Earth again.

Five minutes later Jimin starts to stir, wincing in pain from still cock warming Yoongi. Yoongi soothes him and helps him stand slowly so he can pull out.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says softly, standing up himself after discarding the condom to face him. “Was that too much?”

“No,” he replies quietly, wrapping his arms around the elder’s neck and delicately kissing him. “It was good. It was a lot but in a good way.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” Yoongi smiles softly before kissing Jimin back, keeping it slow and soft for the still somewhat dazed younger. “Can we shower now?”

“You want to shower together?” Yoongi asks. The younger nods, looking sleepy and so satisfied.

“No sex. But want you close.”

Yoongi’s heart swells with affection and he leads the younger to his shower. They take their time, lazily exchanging kisses between washing, and the water goes cold by the time they get out. Jimin strides out of the bathroom, and Yoongi assumes he will go to his own room to get dressed. But instead, the younger saunters over to his wardrobe, grabbing underwear for both of them and tossing one to the confused elder before grabbing an oversized hoodie and slipping it onto his slim frame.

This is perfect.

“Hyung?” Jimin asks, pulling Yoongi out of his brief thoughts. “You okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah just zoned out,” Yoongi says, quickly dressing then. He’s about to sit at his desk again when Jimin pulls him into a back hug.

“Do you really have to work on stuff today?” Jimin asks, his chin hooked over the elder’s shoulder.

“You want to do something don’t you?”

“I just want a lazy day with my favorite hyung.”

Favorite hyung.

Yoongi felt his heart flip at the label, despite the fact that he has probably always been Jimin’s favorite since they are best friends. But to hear him say it while holding him close and wearing his clothes was something Yoongi wanted to have repeated over and over again.

“Okay, you win. I get to pick takeout then.”

“Deal,” Jimin says happily, letting Yoongi go and leaving the room then. Yoongi is left alone with his thoughts, which is a dangerous game usually. But right now he is on cloud nine with one thought in his mind.

This is exactly what I want.

Chapter Text

“You seriously don’t want to go out?”

“Tae I’m fucking exhausted,” Jimin sighs, too tired for this conversation but stuck having it anyway.

“You’re not just making an excuse because of what happened last time right?”

“No Tae. We’ve let that go remember? I’ve just been working on this piece for next month’s competition and it’s kicking my ass. So I just want a shower and sleep right now.”

“Okay okay, I understand. Can we get coffee or something this week at least? I miss you.”

“I miss you too Tae. And yeah, we can. Just text me about it tomorrow.”

“Alright, goodnight Min.”

“Night Tae.”

Jimin ends the call as he reaches his apartment, pocketing it before twisting to get the keys from his bag. The door opens then and Jimin turns to see Yoongi looking at him fondly.

“I have a surprise,” Yoongi says with a smile.

“Really?” Jimin asks. “Does it involve doing anything or going somewhere? Cause hyung I’m exhausted.”

“No it just involves you relaxing and feeling good,” Yoongi explains, stepping aside to let the younger in.

“Okay?”

“First, I need you to wait here. Or the living room. Just not your or my room.”

Jimin quirks a questioning eyebrow but does as told, dropping his bag next to the door with his shoes before flopping onto the couch.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Yoongi says, voice fading as he goes to a different room.

“No promises,” Jimin shouts into the ether for Yoongi to hopefully hear. He shuts his eyes and listens for the elder’s movements. He can hear the faint sound of water but can’t identify where it is necessarily. Jimin isn’t sure how much time has passed and doesn’t know Yoongi has entered the room until he feels a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I told you not to sleep.”

“I’m not asleep.”

“Good. Now come on.”

Jimin flutters his eyes open and forces himself to get up despite his sore muscles screaming at him to lie down again. Yoongi grabs his hand and pulls the younger towards his own room, making Jimin furrow his brows in confusion. They turn immediately into his bathroom and Jimin is hit with the warm air and smell of peaches immediately.

“Hyung what is all this?” Jimin asks, eyes wide as he sees the bath the elder prepared, complete with his favorite peach bath bomb and the lights dimmed to be soft. 

“I know you’ve been working hard on your competition piece and that you’re stubborn as fuck and won’t take care of yourself till it is perfect. So I’m intervening.”

Jimin laughs airily at the blunt explanation before pulling Yoongi into a soft kiss.

“What would I do without you as my friend?”

“At this point, be exhausted and maybe dead.”

Hyung!”

“You asked.”

“Rude.”

Yoongi chuckles lightly before kissing him back and then stepping away.

“This is only the first part of this surprise.”

“There’s more?” Jimin asks, his eyes going wide again.

“Yes, which I’m going to set up while you enjoy this. So get in before it gets cold already.”

Yoongi leaves Jimin alone then and the younger is a little stunned by all of this. Yoongi has done plenty of nice things for him and always takes care of him when needed. But this is a whole new level of caring Jimin never expected. It makes his heart flip, which would make him start to worry, but he just wants to enjoy this.

He strips out of his sweaty dance clothes, kicking them aside to deal with later, and steps into the perfectly warm peachy water. He slips to a comfortable position and he could probably fall asleep like this.

Jimin isn’t sure how much time has passed when Yoongi comes back, holding the black robe they have both come to enjoy maybe a bit too much.

“Do I have to get out already?” Jimin asks, enjoying the bath even with the cooling water.

“No, get out when you want. But I’m pretty sure you don’t want to become a prune.”

“I’d be a hot prune.”

“That is really weird Min,” Yoongi laughs.

“You wouldn’t fuck prune me?”

“Can’t say I am inclined to when you phrase it like that.”

Jimin pouts dramatically and flicks water at the elder who laughs as he tries to deflect it.

“Brat.”

“Your brat,” Jimin retorts, satisfied with his antics.

“Yeah my brat,” Yoongi says fondly which makes Jimin smile softly at him. “You want to rinse off and then come to my room for part two?”

“Your room?” Jimin asks, quirking his eyebrow with an amused expression. “And do what hyung?”

“That is the surprise baby,” Yoongi answers with a wink. “Put this on when you’re done.” Yoongi places the robe on the sink counter before leaving again. Jimin sits there for a moment as the thrum of excitement fills him before pulling open the drain and standing to shower briefly, only washing his hair since his body was washed with the bath.

He steps out shortly after, slips on the robe and ties it around his waist for some probably unnecessary modesty, and leaves to go to Yoongi’s room. And when Yoongi said it would be a surprise, he wasn’t kidding.

“Hyung?” Jimin asks, stepping into Yoongi’s room with eyes wide and mouth agape. It is dark except for the scattering of candles that leave a warm glow throughout the room. Soft music is playing quietly in the background while Yoongi arranges some different bottles on his nightstand. The scene gets more confusing with the towels placed on Yoongi’s bed and the fact Yoongi is still fully clothed. Jimin has no idea what to expect.

“You look very confused,” Yoongi points out, sounding amused by it.

“What is this?”

“You haven’t figured it out?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at him while closing the distance. “This is something you wanted to try.”

Jimin furrows his brows in confused thought, trying to remember back to that first conversation and coming up blank. While in thought, Yoongi has closed the gap fully, but isn’t moving to hold him at all. Eventually, after Jimin has not answered him, Yoongi puts his hands on the younger’s shoulder and squeezes gently as if giving a hint.

“Oh,” Jimin says when the epiphany hits. “The erotic massage, right?”

“Yes,” Yoongi confirms, dropping his hands from holding Jimin.

“I wasn’t expecting you to go all out and surprise me like this.”

“If we’re going to try it, might as well go all out right?” Yoongi reasons. “Also I know you have that competition next month and working hard so now is the perfect time for it.”

“Hyung this is a lot,” Jimin says, feeling a bit overwhelmed with how much thought and effort Yoongi put into it.

“Baby don’t worry about it,” Yoongi comforts with a soft smile. “Now go lie on your stomach. And take this off.” Yoongi gently tugs at the robe’s tie and it comes undone easily. Yoongi turns away then, going back to the nightstand to prep something. Jimin follows his instructions, letting the robe slip off his body as he walks to the same side of the bed as Yoongi, sitting down before lying on his stomach.

“Arms at your sides,” Yoongi instructs and Jimin does so after tucking a pillow under his chest for comfort, turning his head to the side to watch the elder.

“Since when did you know how to give a massage?” Jimin asks as Yoongi rubs an oily white substance in his hands.

“Since I watched enough YouTube tutorials to have in engrained in my mind for a lifetime,” Yoongi deadpans making Jimin snort.

“You’re too much sometimes.”

“Only to you,” Yoongi says softly. “Now just relax baby.”

The pet name stirs Jimin’s arousal slightly, sit it is almost exclusively used for sexual times like this. He watches as Yoongi moves towards the end of the bed and feels the bed dip as Yoongi gets on, straddling Jimin’s legs. Soon after, he feels the slick slide of Yoongi’s hands on his shoulders and moving down his back with no pressure, probably to spread the oily substance before really starting. Just the warmth of his hands on him makes Jimin feel good and he lets out a content sigh as his eyes fall closed.

“Feeling good baby?” Yoongi asks softly, starting to use more pressure as his hands glide across Jimin’s shoulders.

“Mmmm yes,” Jimin slurs. If he thought he could fall asleep in the bath, he could definitely fall asleep now. Yoongi works his muscles with gentle pressure, working out the knots and stiffness he finds. Jimin unabashedly moans with the pleasure he’s feeling from just a massage.

“So beautiful,” Yoongi mumbles, his hands moving down his back and moving to slide over his plump ass, squeezing firmly with makes Jimin moan loudly. Yoongi slides his hands back up to Jimin’s shoulders and works his neck some, making Jimin hum happily. “Move your head so it doesn’t get stiff.”

Jimin switches his head to look the other way, peeking back at Yoongi hovering over him and massaging his arms now. Jimin feels Yoongi press his hips into the younger’s ass and feels how hard Yoongi is. He can feel himself harden from it, his cock pressed between his stomach and the towel under him which makes him whimper.

“Hyung,” Jimin moans softly when Yoongi shifts to his other arm and his clothed erection still pressed into his ass.

“Yeah Min?”

“Want more,” Jimin whines, the friction on his dick riling him up more.

“Okay baby,” Yoongi assures, moving back to his shoulders and then firmly moving down his back and kneading his ass. The push of Yoongi’s massaging makes Jimin’s cock rub into the towel and making the younger mewl. The elder continues his work, pulling the cheeks apart with his kneading and letting his fingers graze over Jimin’s hole to tease him. Jimin is moaning and mewling louder now because everything feels so good. Yoongi moves a hand to his balls, rolling them gently as Jimin whines with pleasure.

“O-oh shit hyung,” Jimin moans when Yoongi separates his cheeks and licks over his hole. Yoongi licks a few kitten licks over the ring of muscle before pressing his lips to it and sucking gently, which makes Jimin groan and arch his to push his ass back.

“Relax baby. Let me take care of you,” Yoongi says, gently pushing Jimin back to lying flat before licking over his hole again and softly sucking a couple of times until Jimin is squirming.

“H-hyung please,” Jimin whines, wanting to shove his ass back but staying down as Yoongi said. He is gripping the towel under him and panting with desire coursing through his veins.

Yoongi pushes the tip of his tongue past the ring of muscles, kneading Jimin’s ass as he does and the younger squirms in pleasure, riddling off breathy swears. Yoongi pushes in farther and starts moving in and out, licking into Jimin’s hole sloppily and enjoying every cry of pleasure from the younger he gets. He goes as deep as possible with a steady pace that has Jimin arching and pushing his ass back for more.

“Fuck hyung you’re so good at this,” Jimin pants, involuntarily pushing back to meet Yoongi’s motions. “Wanna cum from this. Fuck!”

Yoongi slips a finger in along with his tongue, making Jimin stutter his motions to a stop. He’s gasping in pleasure with his ass high in the air as Yoongi eats him out like he is starving. A second finger is added and Yoongi finds his prostate with them, rubbing small circles over it with his fingers as he tongue continues to fuck into him.

“A-ah! Fuck hyung so close ngh touch me,” Jimin rambles, mind blurry with arousal and his abdomen tightening with his incoming climax. Yoongi moves his free hand to grab Jimin’s painfully hard cock, his hand still slick from the massage oil, and strokes him steadily in tandem with his other actions.

“Fuck ah ah don’t stop hyung don’t stop don’t,” Jimin babbles breathily. His blood feels like lava flowing through him and is about to erupt any second. With a firm push into his prostate and a deft wrist flick, Jimin is cumming hard with a long shiver rolling through his body like an earthquake of pleasure. He’s letting out short, breathy moans as he jerks into Yoongi’s stroking touch clenching hard around Yoongi’s fingers that are still inside him but not moving.

When Jimin yelps shakily, Yoongi lets him go and pulls his fingers out carefully. Jimin drops back down to lying on his stomach, his breathing so hard his whole body moves. He’s vaguely aware of Yoongi shifting off of him and lying next to him, rubbing circles on his back to help him come back down to reality.

“How was that baby?” Yoongi asks softly. Jimin moves his head to look in Yoongi’s direction with a soft, sleepy smile from feeling so satisfied.

“Good. So good,” Jimin sighs, his breathing evening out. “We’re keeping this.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, propping himself up on his elbow while still rubbing Jimin’s back.

“You’ll probably want a shower to get all the oil off,” Yoongi says.

“But what about you?” Jimin asks with a small pout.

“I’m fine.”

“But I want you to cum.”

That simple sentence should affect him so much, but Yoongi groans softly and is reminded of how painfully hard he is from just watching Jimin being so sexually blissful.

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to try that wasn’t penetration?” Jimin asks, his words slurring slightly from his sleepy satisfaction.

“Thigh fucking yeah,” Yoongi confirms, his dick twitching eagerly at the thought. “But you look so tired Min.”

“Please hyung I want it. I want you to feel good too,” Jimin says, pushing himself up to better face the elder. “Unless you really don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to. But I don’t want to push you too far.”

“I promise it’s fine hyung,” Jimin reassures, cradling Yoongi’s face with his hands and pulling him into a soft kiss. Yoongi eagerly kisses back, having forgotten how good it is to kiss Jimin during sex. Jimin also doesn’t seem to care where his mouth has been which makes it even better somehow. The kiss turns heated quickly and soon their legs are tangled together as they press their bodies close together.

“Clothes off,” Jimin requests, moving away from Yoongi so he can do so.

“Grab the jar on the nightstand for me,” Yoongi says as he pulls off his t-shirt. Jimin rolls over to do so, seeing the jar labeled “unrefined coconut oil” and grabbing that.

“Is this what you were using?” Jimin asks, looking over the label as he turns back to face Yoongi.

“Yeah.”

“Why unrefined?”

“It’s safer. Doesn’t get bleached or whatever like refined does that could make it not as body safe.”

“How do you know that?”

“The internet is a wonderful thing,” Yoongi answers before pulling Jimin back into him for a messy kiss.

“You put a lot of thought into all of this didn’t you?”

“I guess. I just wanted to do it right so it would be good for you,” Yoongi explains. “We’re entering that territory of needing to look shit up before trying it.”

“Yeah, right,” Jimin mumbles. Yoongi gives him a chaste kiss before taking the jar from him and spinning the lid off. “So how do we do this?”

“I fuck your thighs. Not that hard,” Yoongi chuckles getting a squinting pout from the younger. “Lift your legs a little.”

Jimin does so, still squinting at the elder a little until Yoongi runs a slicked hand over his inner thighs. Yoongi’s hand rubbing so close to his intimate area spurs new arousal in the younger.

“You don’t need to do anything besides keep your thighs together baby, okay?” Yoongi says, pulling the younger towards him so they are chest to chest facing each other closely.

“Okay,” Jimin affirms and Yoongi kisses him, starting slow and sensual. He slips his tongue into Jimin’s mouth and Jimin mewls from remembering where that tongue has been and what it can do. The younger feels his dick twitch with renewed interest as Yoongi grabs his ass with a firm squeeze and pulls Jimin’s hips closer. A hand leaves its hold on his ass and moves between them. Yoongi strokes himself to full hardness before lining himself up slide between Jimin’s pressed thighs.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi pants, moving slowly as his dick slides in the tight space.

“Feels good hyung?”

“Very. Thank fuck you’re a dancer.”

Jimin laughs airily at that before pulling Yoongi into a heated kiss again, tongues sliding in instantly and exploring each other’s mouths. The make out becomes a mess of moans between them until it’s not even kissing anymore.

Yoongi starts thrusting faster, holding Jimin’s waist tightly as he groans into his ear. The friction is deliciously good and having his cock been neglected through the entirety of Jimin’s massage has made him extra sensitivity and going to cum way quicker than he wants. Jimin starts driving his hips forward to get friction on his re-hardened cock, making sure to keep his thighs together.

“Fuck baby feels so good. Fucking these gorgeous thighs is a dream,” Yoongi grunts, thrusting forward as hard as he can.

“H-hyung please need you,” Jimin pants. Yoongi reaches between them and holds Jimin’s dick as the younger keeps thrusting into it, a high-pitched whine pulling from Jimin with the perfect slide and grip Yoongi has on him.

“Baby I’m close,” Yoongi groans, the spring of his orgasm about to pop any second.

“Cum hyung. Cum on my thighs,” Jimin says lowly in the elder’s ear. That pushes Yoongi over the edge and he is groaning hard while erratically fucking into the thighs and spilling all over the back of them. The feeling of the hot drip sliding down his thighs is what makes Jimin climax, cumming on Yoongi’s hand and their stomachs with breathy moans.

Yoongi pulls Jimin until their bodies are flush against each other and kisses him languidly as they come down from their highs. They stay like that for a while until the stickiness starts to bother.

“Was it good hyung?” Jimin asks as they pulls apart.

“Like I’ve said before, sex with you is always worth it,” Yoongi replies with a smirk which makes Jimin roll his eyes. “I did cum, didn’t I?

“You can cum and still not enjoy it,” Jimin argues, grabbing a towel off the bed and wrapping it around himself.

“I can promise that has never been the case with you.”

“Can you just answer the damn question?”

“Okay okay calm down. I’m just teasing,” Yoongi says, rounding the bed and pulling Jimin into a back hug.

“Trust me, I know you are,” Jimin deadpans. Yoongi pinches his sides and makes him yelp as retaliation from the sass.

“Yes, it was good. Not as good as your ass but still good,” Yoongi finally answers and Jimin just rolls his eyes again. “I wasn’t expecting anything besides making you feel good anyway.”

“You need to stop doing that.”

“Why?”

“Cause this isn’t just about me feeling good hyung. It shouldn’t be anyway.”

“You feeling good makes me feel good.”

“Hyung,” Jimin says, moving away from the elder to face him with a skeptical expression. “I don’t want to feel like I’m using you.”

“You’re not. You know you’re not,” Yoongi frowns.

“I know but sometimes I feel like I am,” Jimin drops his head and worries his bottom lip. “You go much further out of your way for my enjoyment than I do for you.”

“Jimin-ah, look at me,” Yoongi says gently, closing the gap between them and holding Jimin around the waist. “Everything we have done I have also wanted and enjoyed. You’re not using me. And I’m not lying when I said you feeling good makes me feel good.”

“I know. You’ve just done so much more for me than I have for you.”

“Did you consider the fact that all I need is you?”

“N-no,” Jimin says furrowing his brows and looking at the elder a little confused.

“Well maybe keep that in mind. Also most of the things I’ve wanted to try are a little more intense. So we can take our time with that, yeah?”

“I guess,” Jimin pouts. Yoongi is quick to kiss the pout away, hugging the younger close to him.

“Go shower and go to sleep Min. I hope you feel better.”

“Yeah, I do,” Jimin smile softly before chastely kissing Yoongi and pulling out of his hold to leave. With Jimin out of sight, Yoongi sighs deeply, a little taken aback by the younger’s worries. He doesn’t want Jimin to worry like that, but he doesn’t really know what to do about it.

Friends with benefits shouldn’t care about feelings.

But this never really was just friends with benefits, was it?

Yoongi opts to not think about it further, instead going to take his own shower and go to sleep.

--

This is easily Yoongi’s worst day of work ever.

It’s yet another boring corporate event with a cocktail hour and mindless talking about business deals while the spouses get drunk. Usually these events are tolerable, just boring. But tonight it has quickly become a personal hell for Yoongi.

“What do you mean our contact isn’t here?!” some pretentious businessman shouts at his face.

“I mean what I said. Seokjin-ssi isn’t here because of an emergency. So you’ll have to speak with me,” Yoongi explains. This situation has only ever happened once before but last time it was a small and pleasant wedding that overall was lovely. This, however, will be anything but lovely.

“Okay then so tell me why nothing is set up yet?!”

“We set up what you asked for.”

“Why are there no tables?!”

“You didn’t ask for tables. You asked for a cocktail party which includes small standing tables, not a full dining set up.”

“I did no such thing!”

“Are you not the one who spoke with Seokjin-ssi when you requested to use our space?”

“I was.”

“And is your company called Lee Consolidated?”

“Correct.”

“Then what I have here is what you specifically asked for,” Yoongi deadpans, lifting a folder with the event details that Seokjin keeps.

“Well can’t you change it?” the man hisses, glaring at the very unamused and expressionless Yoongi.

“No, we can’t. Any changes would have had to be requested at least 2 days in advance, not thirty minutes.”

“Uh sorry to interrupt,” Jisoo, one of the servers, cuts it. The businessman storms off and Yoongi just rolls his eyes.

“What’s up Jisoo?”

“They fucked up the sound system,” she says bluntly, looking just as irritated as Yoongi.

“They did what?!”

“Specifically, I don’t know. But the speaker is constantly ringing noise and won’t take any input.”

“Fuck me I’m tech support now too,” Yoongi mumbles. “Is food fine at least?”

“Yeah. Jimin-ssi is helping out so it’s going smooth.”

“Thank god. Can you also go help? I’ll deal with the sound system.”

Jisoo nods and heads back down the employees only hallway while Yoongi begrudgingly goes into the event space. After solving what could have been a technological disaster if Yoongi hadn’t told the client to fuck off and not touch anything, guests start arriving and all the bitchy businesspeople are suddenly so bright and happy. Yoongi rolls his eyes and weaves his way through the growing crowd of overdressed guests and goes back to the kitchen.

“There is a reason I’m not an event manager,” he complains to the kitchen, everyone chuckling softly and thanking him for his sacrifice. Yoongi is quick to find Jimin loading trays with the different appetizers for the servers to take out and he makes his way over to him.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin says calmly, and his calm energy soothes Yoongi’s frustrated one.

“Hi,” Yoongi grumbles. He really wants to hold Jimin, rest against the younger for comfort and kiss him slowly. But he can do none of those things.

“You’re not allowed to serve tonight.”

“Why?” Yoongi says, furrowing his brows at the younger. “I’m the one in charge and it would only be you and Jisoo.”

“First off, you’re in charge and have enough shit to do you don’t need to wander around the bullshit with the food too. And second, it won’t be just us. We called Kihyun to come cover.”

“Oh,” Yoongi mumbles, surprised at the thoughtfulness. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“For the sake of all our sanity, yes we did,” Jimin affirms, moving on to a different tray to fill. Kihyun enters then, definitely in much better spirits than Yoongi which even further proves that he is a better candidate to pretend to enjoy serving these people. Jisoo and Kihyun have already grabbed trays and started their rounds while Jimin and Yoongi are still in the kitchen.

“What’s the schedule for this event?” Jimin asks, finishing filling the last tray.

“It’s mostly just cocktails. The last hour has some speaker or something I don’t care enough about to remember,” Yoongi explains.

“So I can steal you for that last hour?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“For what?”

“For some necessary relaxation,” Jimin says with a wink.

“Oh… but I’m managing-”

“Of fuck that. They’re rude assholes they can solve their own bullshit at this point they are the ones making problems,” Jimin cuts off, a fiery look in his eyes. “And if they really need anything, Jisoo and Kihyun are here.”

“But-”

“Hyung,” Jimin says, turning to face him entirely and leaning forward to whisper “Let me take care of you.”

Before Yoongi can answer, Jimin is shouldering the tray of food and leaving the kitchen. He isn’t left to think about it for too long until another crisis emerges, and he is forced to take care of it.

After the last crisis, everything else seemed to be going fine. Yoongi stood in a corner of the room to keep an eye on everything, and his attention followed Jimin more than anything else. So he caught every smirk the younger gave him and how he approached Jisoo at one point, whispering something to her briefly before walking towards the kitchen with eyes trained on the elder. Like a robot, Yoongi follows Jimin into the kitchen and the younger is quick to grab his wrist and pull him towards the staff only area.

“Jimin what are you-”

“I can’t wait any longer,” Jimin interrupts. He pushes into the single bathroom, pulling Yoongi inside with him and pinning him to the door to fully close it. Jimin surges into a heated kiss which further shocks Yoongi, causing him to push Jimin back to speak.

“Baby what are you doing?” Yoongi asks.

“You’re frustrated and I hate it so I want to make you feel better,” Jimin explains. “Do you not want that?”

“Of course I want it you just need to explain yourself first,” Yoongi says, pulling Jimin back into him till their bodies are pressed together. “And slow down baby.”

“Okay,” Jimin says before softly kissing the elder, much calmer than the previous kiss. Yoongi relaxes into it, finally forgetting about all of the bullshit happening outside the door he’s against. Jimin’s plump lips are against his and his hands are tangled in his hair and that is all that matters right now.

The kissing becomes more desperate, both of them exchanging tongues and biting each other’s lips. Jimin slides his hands down from Yoongi’s hair, down his chest and ending at his obvious erection. Jimin palms it gently and gets a loan groan out of the elder.

“Can I suck you off hyung?” Jimin whispers in his ear before trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck. Yoongi feels a shiver roll through him at the offer and fervently nods in agreement. Jimin smiles at him before a gentle kiss and then immediately drops to his knees.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi gasps at the action and Jimin is quick to undo his button and zipper, pulling down his slacks to his knees followed by his underwear. Jimin strokes him lazily before suckling on his tip and making Yoongi groan as he arches off the door.

“You’ll have to be quiet hyung,” Jimin says before licking all the way up his shaft.

“Fuck I forgot how good you are at this,” Yoongi pants, arousal rushing through him quickly.

“I guess I need to make sure you never forget,” Jimin taunts before taking Yoongi fully in his mouth.

“Ah fuck Jimin-ah,” Yoongi gasps, eyes wide watching Jimin effortlessly take him, licking around his member and sucking as he pulls up. The sight of Jimin’s plump lips around his cock is so sinful it makes Yoongi groan from his gut, abdomen tightening with his building arousal.

“Baby you’re so good at this. Fuck so good don’t stop,” Yoongi praises as Jimin bobs his head at a steady pace, licking and sucking as he does and making Yoongi’s blood boil. Jimin moans at the praise, sending chills of pleasure through Yoongi that has him moaning.

Jimin starts to focus going deeper and Yoongi feels his tip dip down the younger’s throat, making him groan obscenely. He grips Jimin hair tightly and keeps him there for a moment before pulling Jimin off fully so he can breathe.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi pants. Jimin is stroking him to keep him on edge while taking deep breaths.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth hyung?” Jimin offers, a smirk pulling his lips as he looks up at the elder.

“Shit,” Yoongi exhales, the thought incredibly arousing. “Won’t that be too much for you?”

“I just deep throated you without gagging. And could do it again,” Jimin assures before sucking on one of Yoongi’s balls lightly, making the elder gasp.

“Fuck okay yeah let me fuck your pretty mouth,” Yoongi says, his blood on fire with desire. He lets Jimin position himself and take him back in before gripping the younger by his hair. “Smack me if need me to stop.”

Jimin gives him a short nod of understanding and suck lightly around Yoongi making him suck in a hard breath. Yoongi starts slow, thrusts shallow as his length rubs against Jimin’s tongue that has curved around it. His resolve breaks quickly, feeling the wet heat of Jimin’s mouth too good to resist. He’s pushing in farther, feeling him dip into Jimin’s throat and his orgasm is rapidly building.

“Fuck your mouth is perfect. All of you is so perfect Jimin,” Yoongi groans, thrusting harder into the delicious feeling. Jimin moans around him and the vibration makes him stutter his pace. “Baby fuck you’re so good. Feels so good. The best.”

Jimin moans hard as Yoongi deep throats him over and over, and the elder doesn’t have time to warn him before he is cumming hard down his throat. Yoongi stills his movements as his cock pulses through his climax, gasping at the intense feeling and body shaking with his release.

Once his high is done, he sinks against the door and Jimin pulls off with a soft pop, making a show of swallowing before standing to face Yoongi. The elder notices Jimin’s watery eyes and immediately panics.

“Fuck you’re crying. Did I go too hard?” Yoongi asks, cradling Jimin’s face with his hands and wiping away the few tears that have fallen. Jimin giggles and pulls his hands away before softly kissing the elder.

“No you’re fine. Great even. I would have smacked you otherwise,” Jimin explains softly before kissing Yoongi again. The exchange languid kisses and Jimin slips his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth, making him taste himself on the younger’s tongue. That along is hot enough to turn Yoongi on again, so he pulls away so that doesn’t happen.

“Baby you’re incredible,” he says, holding Jimin closes who smiles brightly at him.

“It was my pleasure hyung. We should probably go back out now.”

“But what about you?”

“This wasn’t about me.”

“Jimin.”

“Don’t start hyung,” Jimin warns with a smirk. “Plus I already have a plan for myself.”

Yoongi squints at him with confusion as the younger tucks him back into his boxers and pants before looking at himself in the mirror to fix his hair and attire. Jimin turns back to fix Yoongi’s hair while the elder still watches him carefully, hoping to get an explanation that Jimin is clearly not going to give.

“Come on. Get out,” Jimin teases, pulling Yoongi off the door to open it and leave himself, the elder following in confusion. There is no way Jimin is not turned on and hard, but he is walking away so calmly and heading back to work like nothing happened. They re-enter the kitchen just at the dessert platters are ready to go and Jimin scoops one up and head out immediately without another look at Yoongi.

What the hell is happening?!

Yoongi went out to the hall himself to do a round and double check that nothing happened when he was otherwise preoccupied. In reality, he was watching Jimin, who look cool and comfortable. It baffled Yoongi but he couldn’t do anything to find out what was up until after the event.

Three hours later after an unnecessarily hectic closing thanks to the infuriating client, they finally got to leave. They drag their tired bodies to their cars, and Jimin all but falls asleep as soon as he sits down in the passenger’s seat. Yoongi debated if he should wake the younger up to talk, but after all the bullshit of tonight he deemed it not worth it since Jimin looked so peaceful. After the short drive home though, Yoongi had to wake the younger so they could go inside.

“Minie wake up,” Yoongi says softly, shaking the younger gently until he opened his eyes to look at the elder.

“Do I have to?”

“We’re home so yes. Unless you want to sleep in the car instead of in bed.”

Jimin grumbles incoherently as he forces himself to get up, dragging himself up the stairs with Yoongi following like he was worried the younger would collapse from exhaustion. Jimin moves aside at their door to let Yoongi open it and follows him inside.

“Goodnight hyung,” Jimin says with a yawn, kicking his shoes off haphazardly before immediately going to his room and shutting the door.

Well, there goes my plan to ask Jimin what he is scheming.

Chapter Text

Jimin chooses to cut his own rehearsal short. The past week since that stressful work night has been busy and it is finally Friday. And not just any Friday, but the Friday of his birthday weekend. So he earned the right to go home early, he thinks.

His birthday enjoyment starts early with the first news he gets when he gets home.

“You’re home early,” Yoongi remarks from the living room as Jimin enters, sliding his shoes at the doors before going further inside.

“Figured I earned it for my birthday weekend.”

“Speaking of birthday, you got a package. I put it in your room.”

Jimin lights up immediately and shouts back a thanks hyung while running off to his room. He closes the door behind him and locks it for good measure, fully knowing what this package has in it and how Yoongi can’t see it just yet.

He uses his keys to slice the tape and opens the box, grinning ear to ear at its contents before taking things out. The first thing is a silver butt plug with a sapphire jewel on the top. The cool metal already sends a shiver through his spine, but he puts it down to take out the main event, as he thinks of it.

The main event is a jelly curved dildo with a suction cup at the base. It’s a frosted blue color, because flesh toned felt a little too weird for Jimin to get. He smirks to himself and feels himself start to get hard just looking at it. Now is not it’s time though, so he puts it back in the box along with the butt plug and slides it under his bed, right next to the shoe box hiding those lace panties he’ll also need for his plan.

He goes into his bathroom to wash up a little and change into clean shorts and a t-shirt. He’s definitely feeling horny now just thinking about his plan, so he could use a distraction. He leaves his room then and strides over to Yoongi on the couch and immediately straddles him.

“Uh hi?” Yoongi says, looking at the younger with a curious expression.

“Hi,” Jimin replies, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck loosely and eyeing the elder. More like ogle if he is honest.

“Can I help you?” Yoongi asks with a smirk pulling at his lips, his hands sliding to hold Jimin’s hips.

“Yes, you can,” Jimin says confidently. “You can make sure you have no plans tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night? Isn’t your dinner tomorrow night?”

“I mean after that.”

“Oh does someone have a plan for us?” Yoongi asks, his smirk fully present as his hands glide over Jimin’s thighs and back to his hips.

“I do. So after dinner, we come back here. Just the two of us,” Jimin explains further, letting his own hands wander over the elder’s clothed body.

“I think I can manage to keep my schedule open for you, birthday boy,” Yoongi teases.

“Good. You won’t regret it. I certainly won’t.”

“Baby has been scheming I see.”

“Mhmm,” Jimin hums in response.

“Do I get to know anything about it beforehand?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” Yoongi pouts, it having no effect on the younger to make him cave.

“Because part of the scheme is for you to be surprised. That is part of the fun.”

“Fun for you.”

“Exactly,” Jimin smiles brightly, getting a chuckle from the elder.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday weekend, otherwise I might go snooping.”

“Don’t be a killjoy hyung.”

“I won’t I promise.”

“Good.”

Jimin closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to the elder’s who hums in contentment at the touch. They share tender kisses and soft touches, caressing each other’s bodies with reverence.

“You don’t by chance want to have some fun now, do you?” Yoongi asks between kisses, moving just far enough away to ask.

“I not only want some fun, I’m willing to go all night,” Jimin says confidently.

“Oh really?”

“Yes really. I did say I’m greedy for your cock and I am going to take full advantage this weekend. If you want to as well of course.”

“Fuck baby. I’ll gladly fuck you all night and then some,” Yoongi replies, breathing getting heavy with anticipation for what is to come.

“Well then what are you waiting for?” Jimin asks with a cocky expression, rolling his hips down into Yoongi’s crotch and making them both groan. Yoongi doesn’t answer with words, instead crashing their lips together in a starving kiss and greedily licking into Jimin’s mouth right away. The younger mewls at the intensity and continues to grind down into the elder until Yoongi stills his hips.

“If you keep at it I will cum way too fast,” Yoongi pants.

“Isn’t the goal of tonight to cum as much as we can?” Jimin asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It can be.”

Yoongi chuckles darkly, squeezing Jimin’s ass firmly which makes the younger whine. “Should we take this to a bedroom?”

“No.”

No?”

“Want to fuck right here,” Jimin pants, eyes dark with lust as he looks into Yoongi’s eyes.

“We’ll need things baby. Condoms, lube…”

“I’ll get those while you strip for me,” Jimin instructs, pushing off Yoongi’s lap then to go to his room.

“You’re very bossy today.”

“You like it!” Jimin shouts back. Yoongi chuckles and pulls off his hoodie and tossing it into the chair nearby. His sweats follow shortly after and Jimin is back with a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He puts both down on the coffee table before stripping out of his own clothes and straddling the elder again, complete nude.

“Fuck baby you must be really horny,” Yoongi says, ogling Jimin’s body as his hands explore every curve.

“I am. And I’m tired of not fucking when I want to.”

“Didn’t we agree to ask for it whenever we want without guilt?”

“Yeah, but neither of us followed it.”

“How do you know I haven’t?”

“Hyung please,” Jimin says with an unamused expression. “You haven’t asked me once since we made that deal. And I know you have wanted it.”

“How?”

“I’ve heard you masturbate.”

“You’ve what?!” Yoongi asks with wide eyes.  

“Heard you masturbate. When I came home late from a rehearsal.”

“So I couldn’t have asked you to fuck if I wanted to anyway.”

“Fair. But it just proves you’ve been horny and not asked for anything.”

“Okay fine. Can we stop talking about this and let me fuck you already?”

“Absolutely.”

Yoongi bucks his hips into Jimin and makes the younger yelp before going back to their bruising kisses. It’s sloppy and needy and both whine and moan as their groins rubs into each other.

“Hyung open me,” Jimin whines, getting up on his knees and reach back to grab the lube, slapping the bottle into Yoongi’s outstretched hand. The elder pours liberally onto his fingers, warming it up as his arm rounds to behind Jimin. After a few slow circles over the rim, Yoongi starts pushing his first finger in and Jimin is already moaning in pleasure. Jimin falls forward, stabilizing himself with his hand on either side of Yoongi’s head on the back of the couch. This new position has made it easy for Yoongi to kiss Jimin’s chest, especially his nipples. He sucks on one briefly before pulling the bud with his teeth and Jimin whimpers over.

“You deserve an award for multitasking hyung,” Jimin exhales. Yoongi chuckles briefly before pushing another finger inside and sucking on his other nipple. He works like that until Jimin is begging for a third finger and is moaning loudly, pushing his hips back to fuck himself of Yoongi’s fingers.

“Ah fuck there!” Jimin cries, pushing his hips down harder as Yoongi fucks his fingers into him, pushing into his prostate. “Ah give me your cock please. Need it so bad.”

“Want to ride me baby? Fuck yourself good before I ruin you?” Yoongi asks, a smug smirk on his face seeing Jimin so fucked up already.

“Y-yeah fuck yeah,” Jimin pants. He pulls himself off Yoongi’s fingers and moves off his lap to pull of Yoongi’s underwear. It falls to his ankles and Jimin quickly grabs a condom, tearing into it desperately and sliding it onto Yoongi with a few strokes that make Yoongi hiss at the touch. He then grabs the lube and pours it directly onto Yoongi before stroking him loosely to coat him fully.

“God baby you’re so sexy,” Yoongi muses as he watches Jimin straddle him again.

“You’re sexy too hyung. So fucking hot,” Jimin replies, lining himself up and slowly sinking down onto Yoongi’s cock. They both moan obscenely at the smooth slide and Jimin bottoms out quickly, kissing Yoongi messily as he adjusts to the stretch. “God your cock is the best I’ve ever had.”

“Seriously?” Yoongi asks, quirking his eyebrow in curious amusement.

“Hands down,” Jimin pants. He starts rolling his hips, feeling how Yoongi’s cock moves inside and making him moan loudly.

“Your ass is the best I’ve ever had,” Yoongi pants, the feeling of Jimin’s walls rubbing him riling him up quickly. “Best ass in this world.”

“Let me show you what this best ass can do then,” Jimin says before rising up to the tip and then slamming back down. He doesn’t hold back from then on, bouncing on him quickly and getting Yoongi as deep as possible.

“Fuck baby so good when you ride me,” Yoongi groans, the drag of Jimin’s walls as he moves so pleasurable his orgasm is already coiling in his stomach.

“Yeah?” Jimin pants. “You like it when I ride you hyung?”

“Fuck so much baby. So pretty like this.” Yoongi slides his hands up Jimin’s waist and plays with his nipples, making the younger preen into the touch with a moan. Jimin starts to slow as his thighs start to burn from the exertion, focus on slamming down hard instead.

“Ah fuck Yoongi!” Jimin cries when he hits his prostate. He drops erratically to continue hitting that spot, making his orgasm wind up tight in his stomach.

“Don’t stop baby. Want you to cum like this. Fucking ride me like you’re made for it.”

“A-ah c-close hyung,” Jimin whines, his untouched cock dribbling precum onto his and Yoongi’s stomachs.

“Think you can cum untouched baby? Be greedy for my cock and only cum from it.”

“Ah fuck fuck fuck hyung I-I’m ah!” Jimin rambles till he is cut off by the cry of his orgasm. He rides through it, slow and steady as ropes of white cover him and Yoongi. He is panting hard as he starts to come down, hands still supporting him from where they are on the couch despite his shaky arms.

“So sexy Jimin-ah,” Yoongi growls quietly, languidly kissing the younger and sliding his tongue around his mouth greedily.

“Hyung needs to cum too,” Jimin pants, arms dropping to wrap around Yoongi’s neck and deepen the kiss.

“Are you ready for that?”

“Fuck yes please fill me,” Jimin whines. He is quickly tossed onto his back on the couch, knocking the wind out of him as Yoongi hovers over and lines up to re-enter. He slides in effortlessly and starts slow and steady, unlike how Jimin thought he would.

“Hyung go faster, harder, anything,” Jimin whines, the slow drag tingling his oversensitivity and making him gasp.

“No baby I want to savor this.”

“You’re going to fuck me all night and you want to savor this?”

“Yes. And I want to see how quick I can get you to cum again,” Yoongi says with a smirk before snapping his hips hard into Jimin who wails from the stimulation.

“A-ah please hyung fuck me harder,” Jimin rambles, his arousal already pooling in his stomach as his dick twitches with interest.

“You asked for it,” is the last thing Yoongi says before slamming into Jimin again and again, as fast and hard as possible. He shows no mercy and Jimin is writhing under him, fully hard again and babbling incoherently.

“I fucking missed pounding into this pretty ass,” Yoongi grits, watching as Jimin’s hole eagerly takes him each time. He lets out a guttural groan at the view and he can feel himself leak precum non-stop with his orgasm coming close. “Fuck you ride me so well and take me so well.”

“Y-yoongi ah please cum. I need it I need it I need it,” Jimin rambles, arching off the couch as his body catches fire with arousal and desire burns in his abdomen.

“Gonna be good and cum again baby?”

“Yes yes yes fuck fill me and I will.”

“Fuck baby for needy for my cum. Cock so good you want to be stuffed with it.”

“Fuck hyung I-I can’t I can’t ah!” Jimin cries, his second orgasm hitting him hard. He grips Yoongi’s biceps hard as he cries in pleasure, cum painting his stomach again from his still untouched cock. He clenches so hard around Yoongi that his orgasm comes crashing down as well, shoving into the younger as deep as possible with a long groan as he fills the condom rapidly. Yoongi collapses onto Jimin after his high and they both are breathing hard and dazed by the events that just took place.

“Hyung you’re heavy,” Jimin says after a while once both of their breathing has evened out.

“Sorry baby,” Yoongi says softly, pushing off of him enough to kiss him softly.

“I shouldn’t want more after that, but I fuck I do,” Jimin admits.

“Min you came untouched twice,” Yoongi points out, feeling smug about it.

“Told you your cock was the best. But I want it out of me now.”

Yoongi chuckles softly as he moves to pull out, Jimin wincing at the feeling. Yoongi pulls of the condom and ties it before dropping it to the floor to deal with later.

“Downside to couch sex is it isn’t made for cuddling after,” Yoongi comments, sitting back in his usual spot. Jimin sits up then before turning around and rest against the elder’s chest in their usual cuddle position on the couch.

“Fixed it,” Jimin says, getting a chuckle from Yoongi as he wraps his arms around the younger. The elder kisses the top of his head softly and Jimin hums in contentment, relaxing back in the elder’s hold.

“So I’m a whole orgasm behind you now,” Yoongi teases, nuzzling into Jimin’s neck and leaving featherlight kisses there.

“Are you challenging me hyung? Cause I’ll just deepthroat you again and you’ll cum so fast.”

“I’d make fun of your confidence in that, but I can’t argue. The fact you can deepthroat is hot as fuck.”

“Glad my special talent came to good use.”

“You have other special talents we could use too.”

“Oh?” Jimin says, an amused smirk growing on his face. “Like what?”

“Like your insane flexibility,” Yoongi says, his voice getting low which send a shiver through Jimin.

“And what did you want to do with that?”

“Want to bend you in half as I fuck you into tomorrow.”

“I was expecting you to say have me do the splits on your dick.”

“We can do that too.”

Jimin laughs airily and turns his head to kiss Yoongi. It’s soft and tender, slowly moving their lips together and tasting each other gently. Yoongi holds Jimin around the waist and pulls him further up so the kissing is easier and can be made deeper, which it does. As it gets needier and Jimin is whining into it, Yoongi can feel himself getting hard again.

“Baby do you want to go again,” he asks quietly between kisses.

“Yeah. Still want you,” Jimin pants, missing the feeling of fullness.

“Want to change locations?” Yoongi asks with a smirk.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?”

“Hold on,” is the only warning Jimin gets before he is being carried off the couch. He tightens his hold around the elder’s neck but is only carried a short distance.

“You’re going to fuck me on our kitchen table?” Jimin asks with and amused look.

“Yes,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly, turn to grab a new condom.

“Pretty sure that isn’t sanitary.”

“We can clean it later,” Yoongi reasons. “Don’t you wanna sit here eating breakfast and remember how good my cock feels?”

“You’re assuming I don’t already do that,” Jimin taunts, enjoying the excited flicker that flashes through Yoongi’s eyes.

“Well now you can remember the time I railed into said table,” Yoongi says, crowding into Jimin’s space as he rolls the condom onto himself.

“And what time is that?” Jimin asks smugly, thriving on the back and forth they are having. Yoongi crowds into him more till Jimin is forced to lie down on the table. He then grabs one of Jimin’s legs and lifts it up, holding it up to his shoulder. Jimin is breathing hard in anticipation, his dick growing hard as he waits for Yoongi to do something.

“Right…” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin’s calf lightly.

“About…” Yoongi gets closer and kisses Jimin’s inner thigh.

“Now.”

Yoongi slams into Jimin in one thrust and it has the younger careening off the table in a wail of pleasure. He continues thrusting steadily into the younger as Jimin relaxes back down, still whining and moaning with every thrust.  

“So good baby. Doing so good for me,” Yoongi praises. He starts to lean forward, making Jimin’s leg fold towards him in a split the more Yoongi leans forward. The changing position as he thrusts is sending electricity through Jimin. Once Yoongi leans as far forward as he can, Jimin grabs his leg by the calf and pulls his leg closer to him into a full split.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi groans, eyes wide seeing Jimin split for him like this. His second orgasm is approaching quickly, but his goal is to get Jimin to cum a third time first.

“Hyung fuck feels so good like this,” Jimin pants, dropping his head back and enjoying the pleasure of the stretch on his leg and his hole.

“Yeah? You’re so tight like this baby. Love when you’re tight.”

Yoongi shifts his own position slightly and his first thrust after hits Jimin’s prostate, pulling an obscene crying from the younger as he grips his own leg tighter. He keeps that aim and pounds hard and fast at his spot, turning Jimin to a mess of noises and swears.

“C-close hyung so close,” Jimin pants, body starting to spasm with each thrust. Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin’s cock then, using the abundant precum as lubricant to stroke in tandem with his thrusts. Jimin is yelping and jerking until he cries Yoongi’s name and spill for the third time onto himself, panting hard as he reaches his high. After a few more thrusts Yoongi is cumming himself, pumping through his orgasm as he strokes Jimin through his. As they start to come down, Yoongi steps away to pull out and let Jimin drop his leg before hovering over the younger to kiss him softly, whispering praises in between.

“Hyung,” Jimin exhales while catching his breath.

“Yeah baby?”

“I think I’m addicted to sex with you.”

Yoongi laughs airily, resting his forehead against Jimin’s while the younger laughs with him. Jimin tosses his arms around Yoongi’s neck loosely and kisses him sweetly, a soft press of their lips together that is probably too intimate for friends with benefits, but he doesn’t care.

“But seriously, I could go again. Probably shouldn’t, but I could.”

“Yeah probably not again tonight baby. Not when you have some super secret plan for tomorrow.”

Jimin whines softly at the reminder of his plan and Yoongi perks up, looking at the younger with raised eyebrows.

“Baby is already whimpering about tomorrow?”

Jimin hums in assent, too blissed out to be embarrassed. “I hope you enjoy it. I know I will.”

“If you feel good, I feel good Min.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Yoongi gives him a confused look and Jimin returns it with a smug smile before pushing himself up to sitting.

“We should shower. I’m literally covered in cum.”

“Yes, you are. And you came on me.”

“Not sorry,” Jimin says. “Carry me?”

“I carry you once and now you want more?” Yoongi teases, sliding the condom off and tying it before grab the previous one and tossing them both in the trash.

“Yes. You did this to yourself. Plus you fucked me so well I don’t know if I can walk yet.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“I’m serious. Would you like me to try and then fall on my face?”

“It would be funny…”

Jimin starts kicking at the elder who just grabs him by the ankles and pulls him to the edge of the table, making Jimin yelp at the motion. Yoongi steps between his open legs, guiding Jimin to wrap them around his waist before kissing him firmly.

“Okay fine be a koala,” Yoongi says rolling his eyes but smiling brightly at the younger who smiles back. Jimin wraps his arms around the elder’s neck and Yoongi slides him off the table, supporting his weight by his thighs. He walks to his room and into the bathroom, holding Jimin until they are both in the shower. “Alright down.”

Jimin grumbles jokingly before unwrapping his legs and toeing down to the floor.

“Now that I know you can hold me like that, you’ll have to fuck me that way one day.”

“One day. Not today. Your ass needs a break,” Yoongi says before squeezing it firmly.

“Rude,” Jimin chides.

“You like it.”

Yoongi chastely kisses Jimin before moving to turn the water on high, pulling the shower on once the water is warm enough. He moves Jimin under it first, the younger preening into the warm water and humming contentedly. Yoongi grabs the body wash, pouring it into his own hand and rubbing it between both before circling around Jimin and rubbing it on.

“I can wash myself.”

“But do you want to?” Jimin doesn’t answer, instead relaxing back against Yoongi as the elder massages the soap on his skin. “That’s what I thought.”

“You just want an excuse to touch me.”

“Always,” Yoongi admits, getting a soft chuckle from the younger. Yoongi continues his task, being extra gentle to his sensitive areas and giving him featherlight kisses on his wet skin. Once satisfied he lets Jimin rinse himself off while he gets shampoo for the younger as well.

“Okay hyung seriously you don’t have to do this,” Jimin giggles as Yoongi massages the shampoo into his hair.

“I want to baby,” Yoongi says, kissing him on the neck softly as he lathers his locks. “I like being close to you like this.”

“Really?” Jimin asks, his heart flipping at the confession.

“Really.” Yoongi pecks his cheek before telling him to rinse his hair. They switch positions so Yoongi is under the water then and he grabs the body wash himself before Jimin snatches it from his hand.

“If you think I’m not returning the favor you don’t know shit about me,” Jimin explains, pouring the soap into his hand as Yoongi laughs.

“Fine I’ll indulge you.”

“Damn right you will.” Yoongi chuckles again as he lets Jimin wash him up, including his hair as well. As Yoongi is washing the shampoo out, Jimin drops to his knees in front of the elder and starts stroking his semi-hard cock.

“Fuck what are you doing?” Yoongi asks, his head snapping down so quick his wet hair slaps in his face.

“You’re one climax short hyung,” Jimin explains as if it is obvious and reasonable.

“So?” Yoongi asks, pushing his wet hair out of his face.

“So I can’t have that. Let me blow you hyung,” Jimin says calmly before suckling his tip softly and making the elder groan.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi starts, originally going to argue but already melting into the incredible feeling that is Jimin’s mouth on him. Jimin gets to work quickly, bobbing his while he licks and suck, looking up at Yoongi which makes the elder groan more. The warm water of the shower hitting his back is making every sensation sharper, and Yoongi can tell he won’t last long since it is his third tonight.

As his tip dips into Jimin’s throat, his hips thrust forward involuntarily with a moan. He’s about to pull out and apologize, but Jimin grabs his ass and makes him thrust forward again, as if instructing him to fuck his mouth.

“You sure baby?” he asks shakily, and Jimin nods, looking up at him with his lustful eyes. Yoongi swallows hard before he starts thrusting into Jimin’s mouth, looking resolve quickly and grabbing Jimin’s head to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck fuck baby feels too good I’m gonna-” Yoongi stammers, cutting himself off with s groan as he spills into Jimin’s throat, holding the younger down on him as he does. He is dazed after his high but comes to immediately as Jimin smacks his thigh.

“Fuck baby I’m sorry,” Yoongi babbles, stepping away quickly so Jimin can breathe. He drops to his knees to check on the younger who is coughing slightly as he tries to catch his breath.

“You’re fine hyung,” Jimin musters eventually, taking deep breaths to catch his breath.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asks, deep concern washing over his face.

“Yes, I’m sure. You did what you were supposed to do when I hit you. It’s fine,” Jimin reasons, his breathing evening out enough that he kisses the elder softly to soothe his worrying.

“But are you really sure?”

“Hyung I’m positive. Stop feeling bad. Now let’s get out of here already it’s been like half an hour in the shower alone.”

Yoongi relents, although still feeling a little bad. He helps the younger up and they leave the shower, Jimin going to his room to get dressed while Yoongi stays in his. A few minutes later, Yoongi wanders out to their kitchen to make dinner that they should have eaten when Jimin came home. He debates what to make since it’s now so late and his thoughts are interrupted by Jimin wrapping his arms around him from behind.

“The koala is back,” Yoongi muses, feeling more than hearing Jimin giggle.

“Can we just get takeout?”

“We have food here.”

“Do you really want to cook right now?”

“…no.”

“That settles it,” Jimin says, removing himself from behind Yoongi to snatch a menu from their plethora of takeout menus and jumping up to sit on the counter. Yoongi shakes his head with a fond smile before leaning into Jimin to read the menu as well. Jimin moves to scratch the nape of Yoongi’s neck gently while focusing on the menu and Yoongi’s heart flips at the soft affection and domesticity of the moment.

Why risk losing this by bringing up feelings?

That is the thought Yoongi clings to when his true feelings start to bubble to the surface and those three words dance on the tip of his tongue. Just the word ‘love’ could slip in so many situations, but Yoongi holds it inside, not wanting to let that word ruin what he has right now.

“Are you okay with Thai?” Jimin asks, breaking Yoongi from his thoughts.

“Whatever you want birthday boy.”

Jimin smiles brightly at him, the kind that turns his eyes into crescents, and Yoongi loves that smile. But he’ll never say it, so he doesn’t lose the chance to see it every day.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the restaurant, waiting briefly for them to answer before ordering their usual. Yoongi is still resting against the younger, enjoying his presence and being able to be near him like this.

A confession would ruin this.

“They say thirty minutes.” Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, still lost in thought. “You okay hyung?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re zoned out. You only do that when deep in thought. And when you’re deep in thought it’s usually not good.”

Yoongi looks at Jimin to see the soft concerned expression and he immediately wants to kiss it away.

“I was just thinking about how happy I am to have you in my life,” Yoongi answers, it not being a wrong statement just missing that four letter L word that he really feels.

“Are you making that up so I don’t worry?”

Yoongi moves to stand between Jimin’s legs, caressing them gently over his sweatpants. “I’m not. I have no reason to lie to you Minie.”

And he isn’t lying.

Just keeping a secret.

“Okay so you’re just really cheesy.”

“You knew that already.”

“I did.”

Jimin giggles sweetly and Yoongi smiles up at him. This is a view he never wants to give up.

“I’m happy you’re in my life too hyung,” Jimin says softly. Yoongi scans the younger’s face and the fond expression he has, and those three words are on the tip of his tongue, ready to break free in this moment. He is so close to saying it, his mouth opens to speak but is cut off by Jimin’s phone ringing loudly, startling both of them. Jimin lifts it to see who it is and gives Yoongi an apologetic smile before answering.

“Hi mom.”

Yoongi nods in understanding and steps away from the younger, the moment gone much to his relief. He almost said it. Almost confessed. Almost ruined everything.

“Yes, I remember you’re both coming on Sunday.”

Yoongi turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow of curiosity. He didn’t know his parents were coming on his birthday.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure he knows,” Jimin says into the phone, glancing up at Yoongi briefly. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Yoongi furrows his brows at the younger, knowing that the ‘he’ is him. He can’t ask until he is off the phone, so he waits, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

“We’re about to eat dinner. I know it’s late we were busy.”

Yoongi can see Jimin try to stifle a laugh and he chuckles quietly himself.

“Okay love you too. See you Sunday. Bye.”

“So what am I supposed to know?” Yoongi asks finally, eyeing the younger as he waits for a response. “Besides the fact they are coming, which is also news.”

“Did I not tell you they were coming?” Jimin asks, pouting at his forgetfulness.

“You didn’t. But it’s not a big deal. Just means we can’t leave the lube and condoms on the coffee table.”

Jimin squawks a laugh before hoping off the counter, moving passed the elder to grab the two items mentioned and return them to his room.

“So what am I supposed to know?” Yoongi asks again, following the younger.

“They want you to come to dinner with us.”

“They do?”

“Yup. I think my mom misses you. You weren’t here the last time they visited.”

“Right,” Yoongi remembers having been with his own parents that weekend. “I don’t want to intrude on your birthday dinner with them though.”

“It’s not intruding when you’re invited hyung.”

“Do you want me to be there?” Yoongi asks tentatively.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Jimin asks, giving the elder a confused look.

“I don’t know. I’ll be at every other birthday thing plus our own thing apparently. Maybe you’d get sick of me by then.”

“Hyung,” Jimin replies, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around him. “I’ll never be sick of you. It’s been over ten years already and I still love having you around.”

Love. He said love.

“You’re my best friend. Of course I want you there.”

Love like a friend.

“Okay you made your point,” Yoongi says with a soft smile.

“Good,” Jimin replies, smiling back before quickly kissing the elder and slipping out of his room.

This is going to be a long weekend.

--

“You’re late!”

“Blame Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says as he and Jimin approach the table of their friends.

“I’m still blaming you,” Taehyung says before grabbing Jimin and pulling him to sit with him and Jungkook. Yoongi tries his best to hide his disappointment that he can’t sit with Jimin while he takes a seat next to Hoseok and Seokjin instead.

“Where’s Namjoon?” Yoongi asks, seeing the last empty seat on the other side of Seokjin.

“He said he had to pick something up but he’s on his way,” Seokjin explains before taking a swig of his beer.

“By the way hyung you fucking owe me a drink for covering your ass for the business bullshit I dealt with last week,” Yoongi says seeing the eldest drink.

“Oh I will absolutely buy you a drink for that. The phone call I had with them the following Monday was priceless,” Seokjin laughs.

“Sorry I’m late!” Namjoon says as he comes up and goes to give Jimin a hug before sitting down.

“It’s okay hyung,” Jimin says brightly with his eye-crescent smile that makes Yoongi’s heart flip.

“That fact no one else can see how hopelessly in love you are with him infuriates me,” Hoseok whispers, earning a glare from Yoongi. “Seriously though you look at him like he is your whole world. It’s adorable and I just want you two to get your shit together already.”

“Can we not talk about this here of all places?” Yoongi says with a scowl.

“Fine. I’ll just go crazy over here.”

“You do that.”

Hoseok punches him in the arm playfully, getting the elder to pout and he simply laughs. Everyone else seems to be in their own bubble of conversation so no one noticed the assault and Yoongi is thankful for it. He doesn’t want to have to lie his way out of it.

The waitress comes then to take their order and leaving quickly after while the friends all gossip and catch up with each other. It is rare to get all seven of them together so they plan to take advantage of the times they can to the fullest.

Yoongi’s eyes find Jimin like a magnet finds metal and the younger looks so happy. It warms his heart to see Jimin this happy. He wants him to always be this happy.

“Yoongi!” Seokjin calls, snapping him back to reality. :Are you even listening?”

“No.

“So honest,” Namjoon laughs.

“I’m trying to tell you about the aftermath of the business bullshit.”

“Hyung I lived it. I don’t know if I want more details.”

“Oh but it’s so good! Anyway, the guy who planned the event called me all angry and…” Seokjin continues and Yoongi feigns interest. Their food is served shortly after and it is gone faster than it took to arrive.

They’re all conversing in their small groupings, with Hoseok and Jungkook in an enthusiastic conversation about some new artist they both love, and Yoongi listening to Seokjin tell some story.

“So what’s your after dinner plan lover boy?” Taehyung asks Jimin, voice hushed to keep it private.

“Lover boy?” Jimin asks back with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on Min. I see you steal looks over to Yoongi. Hell I can feel how you love him.”

“I love him as a friend Tae. Like how I love you.”

“If that is the case, when are we going to fuck?”

Jimin glares at the younger so hard Taehyung just laughs.

“I’m kidding!”

“Not here Tae.”

“Fine I’ll be subtle,” Taehyung assures. “But seriously Minie I can tell you have much deeper feelings for him than you let on.”

“Maybe you’re right. But I don’t really know what they are.”

“Starts with L. Four letters.”

“Shut up.” Taehyung giggles at his own antics and Jimin rolls his eyes as he finishes his glass of wine. “Tae, I like what Yoongi and I have right now. I don’t want to change it.”

“Would you want to change it if Yoongi felt the same way about you that you feel about him?”

Jimin raises a curious eyebrow at the younger and as he is about to respond he is interrupted by a chorus of people singing happy birthday to him as Namjoon carries a small cake towards him. The whole conversation with Taehyung is wiped away from his mind as his favorite people wish him a happy birthday and he blows out the candles to the applause of the six others.

Everyone’s attention turns to slicing and serving the cake, and Jimin just absorbs this moment and how happy feels. His eyes meet Yoongi’s and his heart swells with affection towards the man who is looking at him fondly.

 Would you want to change it if Yoongi felt the same way about you?

Jimin averts his eyes when the questions crosses his mind and he honestly isn’t sure he has an answer for that yet.

With the cake devoured and people starting to leave, all hugging Jimin closely and wishing him another good year of life before heading out. Soon it is just Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon left.

“Thanks for the cake hyung. That was really sweet of you,” Jimin says with a smile as he sits next to Yoongi, resting his head on the elder’s shoulder.

“Of course Jimin-ah. What is a birthday without a cake anyway?” Namjoon replies with his dimpled smile. “You two are coming to the Halloween party, right?”

“Of course we are! Although one of us is not as excited as the other,” Jimin answers, poking Yoongi in the side and making the elder swat at him grumpily.

“You’re excited because you have a whole costume plan with Tae you won’t talk about,” Yoongi argues, poking Jimin back in the side and making the younger giggle. “You and your secret plans.”

“Has Jimin become a secretive schemer?” Namjoon asks with an amused expression.

“Yes, he has. And he enjoys it too much,” Yoongi says with an eye roll as Jimin continues to giggle.

“Why am I not surprised?” Namjoon asks rhetorically with a chuckle. “I should head out. I’ll see you both on Halloween.”

“Okay. Thanks for coming hyung,” Jimin says as he stands to hug Namjoon goodbye.

“Of course Min. Don’t annoy the grumpy old man too much.”

“Hey!” Yoongi interjects with a scowl, making the two younger ones laugh. Namjoon says one last goodbye before leaving and Jimin sits back down, his hand snaking onto the elder’s thigh which makes Yoongi tense.

“Ready to go home?” Jimin asks, sounding innocent but is anything but.

“Yeah,” Yoongi tries to say casually and not too eager. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about Jimin’s plans since he alluded to them. “Lets go.”

They both get up then and leave the restaurant together as the sexual tension between them grows. The tension is near bursting by the time they get into their apartment and Yoongi half expects Jimin to jump on him the second the door closes. Instead, the younger just walks further inside and puts a gift bag on the counter Yoongi had not noticed.

“What’s that?” Yoongi asks, eyeing the gift.

“Tae gave it to me. Said to not open it until I’m home for the sake of not humiliating myself.”

“That is very specific.”

“I know,” Jimin says with a slight groan in his voice. He pulls out the tissue paper before peeking into the bag and immediately laughing so hard he has to hold his stomach.

“Oh god I’m worried now,” Yoongi says watching Jimin’s exuberant reaction.

“J-just look,” Jimin pants between laughing, eyes watering from it. Yoongi tentatively grabs the bag and pulls it toward him, opening it slightly to get a better look and immediately understanding Jimin’s reaction upon identifying the gift.

“What the fuck Tae?” Yoongi asks, pulling the box out of the bag fully. “Why would he get this for you?”

“Cause he’s a little shit especially when it comes to the two of us fucking,” Jimin says, snatching the box out of Yoongi’s hands to examine it further.

“But what did you tell him to get him to buy you a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug?” Yoongi asks, unable to stop himself from laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Nothing! Like I said he’s a little shit.”

“Yes, he is.”

Their laughter dies down then and the sexual tension is felt again. Yoongi feels a bit frozen knowing Jimin has a whole plan, but the younger is just reading the box and saying nothing. So Yoongi moves closer, circling his arms around Jimin from behind and holding him close.

“This wouldn’t by chance be useful for tonight, would it?” Yoongi asks, seeing the goosebumps prickle up on Jimin’s skin.

“It wouldn’t. I have a plan, remember?”

“Yes. And I am eager to know what this plan is.”

Jimin turns in his arms to face him and his eyes are already dark with desire and a flicker of mischief that should worry Yoongi, but instead just excites him.

“Go wait in your room. And don’t do anything,” Jimin instructs with a smirk. Yoongi furrows his brows in curiosity but does as told, letting the younger go and watch him go to his room before going to wait in his own. He sits on the edge of the bed and immediately doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits. His leg won’t stop bouncing in anticipation and the longer he waits, the more turned on he gets.

When Jimin walks into his room a few minutes later, Yoongi expected him to look different or something. But Jimin is still dressed in the silk shirt and black skinny jeans from the dinner and Yoongi just feels more confused.

“You look confused hyung,” Jimin says, his tone sultry as the younger crosses to him and straddles him immediately.

“That is because I am,” Yoongi answers, his hands finding Jimin’s hips immediately.

“So you have no idea what’s going to happen whatsoever?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

Jimin surges forward into a hungry kiss, holding Yoongi’s face as he pulls them closer. Yoongi mentally can’t keep up with Jimin’s eagerness and how he has taken control, but he’s enjoying it nonetheless.

“I have a few surprises. You just have to promise to do as I ask,” Jimin says, voice low with lust when they break from the kiss.

“Should I be worried?”

“No. But do tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable, okay?” Jimin says, his voice softening with sincerity.

“I will,” Yoongi affirms, feeling more reassured with Jimin’s awareness of things. Jimin smiles softly before kissing him again, softer this time but still sensual. Yoongi takes more control of this kiss, biting Jimin’s bottom lip before sliding his tongue in, tasting the wine the younger had at dinner. His hands start to wander over the soft silk and back to the roughness of the jeans in comparison. Yoongi slides his hands under the shirt then and Jimin hums in contentment; an encouragement to keep going. So Yoongi pulls it off entirely, letting it fall to the floor delicately.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” Yoongi whispers, his kissing moving down to the younger’s neck as his hands wander back down to grip Jimin’s ass. He continues his ministrations while listening to the soft mewls his actions create. He feels Jimin grab his wrists and control his hands to move inside his jeans, and he feels and unfamiliar fabric briefly before it’s just skin. Yoongi pulls away to look Jimin in the eyes and sees the smug expression of the younger.

Yoongi keeps his eyes on the younger as his hands find the fabric again and follow it carefully. There is very little of it, leaving Jimin’s ass to be bare. When trails his finger up from his crack, he realizes what fabric this is.

“Jimin,” he says, voice sinfully low and Jimin’s smug energy grows.

“Yes hyung?”

“What are you wearing?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Jimin prompts with a highly amused expression. He moves off of Yoongi’s lap and stands close beside instead, looking at the elder with a permanent smirk and eyes full of more mischief than lust. Yoongi gets the hint and moves to undo Jimin’s button and zipper. He moves to pull down the jeans and he can already see what it is.

“Fuck,” he exhales shakily before fully pulling his jeans all the way down to reveal the black lace panties Jimin is wearing. Jimin straddles him again and Yoongi’s eyes are glued on the lace and how it contrasts with Jimin’s golden skin. Jimin’s hard cock strains against the delicate fabric as it barely stays in the barrier of it and Yoongi can feel his own jeans get uncomfortably tight.

“Do you like them hyung?” Jimin asks coyly.

“Fuck baby,” is all Yoongi can say, grazing his fingers over the lace and following it to the back where Yoongi realizes why Jimin’s ass is bare. “Fuck it’s a thong too?!”

Jimin just giggles and lets Yoongi continue his reverent touches. Yoongi kisses Jimin, slow and sensual and his hands continue to explore, specifically tracing the string as it dips between Jimin’s cheeks. As if the panties weren’t enough of a shock, Yoongi pulls back suddenly when he feels a hard and cool object that is completely foreign to him.

“Baby what the fuck?” Yoongi asks, his heart racing faster now with an idea for what he felt.

“I told you I had a few surprises,” Jimin smirks, grinding down on the elder’s erection to tease him.

“Let me see it,” Yoongi says, voice surprisingly steady. Jimin moves off him again and grabs Yoongi’s keens to separate his legs and stand between them. The younger turns to face away, his ass in Yoongi’s face so he can the lace of his panties turn to a string between is cheeks. Jimin bends over then and Yoongi’s breath catches so hard his lungs hurt.

A sapphire jewel is positioned right where Jimin’s hole is. He grabs Jimin’s cheeks to pull them further apart and sees the silver curve inside the younger, indicating he’s wearing a butt plug.

“Since when did you own this and why am I just now seeing it?” Yoongi asks, reaching to grab hold and slowly pumping the plug in and out of the younger.

“It’s what came in the mail yesterday,” Jimin explains, breathing getting labored with the feeling of the plug finally moving.

“Is this why you took such a long shower that made us late to your own dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi says under his breath. “You’ve been wearing this all night?”

“Yep,” Jimin says before standing upright, the plug securely in place again.

“You’re that eager for my cock baby?” Yoongi asks, feeling a bit smug with himself until Jimin replies.

“No.”

“No?!”

Jimin giggles and grabs Yoongi’s hands, pulling the confused elder to standing before kissing him softly.

“I have one more surprise and it’s the big one,” Jimin explains with a big smile showing his excitement. “This is when you need to start doing what I say.”

Jimin turns to leave, dragging the elder behind him who is wide eye ogling the younger’s ass. Yoongi is so transfixed on Jimin’s ass that he doesn’t pay attention to when they enter Jimin’s room and doesn’t immediately see Jimin’s setup.

“Hyung quit staring at my ass,” Jimin laughs, knowing the elder too well Yoongi thinks. He begrudgingly pulls his eyes up as Jimin turns to face him and kiss him hard. “I’ll be nice and say you should probably take your jeans off. Otherwise you’ll get real uncomfortable.”

Yoongi furrows his brows at the younger for what he is insinuating but does as told. He slips off his skinny jeans and kicks them aside and is honestly more comfortable with just his thing boxers on his throbbing erection.  

“Now sit there,” Jimin orders, pointing at his desk chair that is positioned very specifically. Yoongi’s confusion is growing again but he just follows his order, sitting and facing the younger.

“Now you’re just gonna sit there for me and watch, okay? And no touching yourself.”

“What?!” Yoongi asks, adrenaline pounding through his body at the implication of Jimin’s words. The younger just smirks before turning towards his bed to grab something. That something is the frost-blue dildo and Jimin throws it at the hardwood floor. The force makes the suction cup stick and Yoongi just watches mouth agape and wide eyed as it wiggles from the force.

“I am going to fuck myself on this dildo and you’re going to watch,” Jimin explains calmly.

“Are you out of your mind?! How am I-”

“I’m sure you’re figure something out hyung,” Jimin interrupts with a coy smile. “Just do as I say, and I’ll reward you.”

Yoongi’s eyes hurt from how bugged out they still are as he watches the younger get ready. He notices the condom conveniently placed at the foot of Jimin’s bed and prays that it’s not just there to taunt him further. The pop of the lube bottle cap makes him turn his attention back to Jimin who is now greedily covering the dildo in lube. If his neglected cock wasn’t throbbing before, it sure as hell is now.

“You’re a menace,” Yoongi grits, desperately wanting to throw Jimin on the bed and fucking the smugness out of him.

“I know,” Jimin replies with a smirk before getting on all fours, reaching back with one hand to grab the butt plug and move it in and out of himself. Jimin himself is desperate to get fucked, but he wants to savor this for every second he can because Yoongi’s awestruck expression is too good. He whimpers at the feeling of the plug and he sees Yoongi’s hands turn to fists on his thighs trying so hard to restrain himself.

“Baby please,” Yoongi groans, already greatly affected by just the plug. Jimin finally pulls it out entirely and Yoongi has half a mind to get up and pound into him right now. But that’s not what Jimin wants, so he sinks back into the chair in a feigned attempt to relax.

“You better keep watching hyung,” Jimin says calmly as he positions himself over the dildo. Yoongi’s eyes are glued on Jimin and when he sees the younger is still wearing the panties he chokes on his own saliva.

“You’re keeping those on?!” he coughs, staring directly at Jimin’s crotch with no shame.

“Yes,” Jimin says with his smug smirk. “Aren’t I pretty in them hyung?”

“Fuck,” Yoongi exhales. “You’re gorgeous. And sexy. And hot and beautiful and I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Patience hyung,” Jimin replies. He finishes lining himself up, holds his cheeks apart before sinking down on the cool dildo. Jimin moans and whimpers as he goes slowly, much slower than he actually needs to just to tease Yoongi to the max. The dildo isn’t as big as Yoongi, which was intentional on Jimin’s part. He didn’t want a piece of rubber to be more satisfying than the elder, although he doubted that any toy and most other men could ever be better than Yoongi was for him.

He bottoms out with a squelch from all of the lube and it feels so good be full beyond the butt plug. He lets himself adjust, preening at the feelings to drive Yoongi crazy.

Yoongi feels like he is going to have a brain aneurism at any second. All the blood in his body is at his cock and his mind is blurry with lust, shock, and awe. One hand is white knuckling the arm of the chair while the other is firmly gripped into his own hair, pushing it back as he has his mind blown at the view of Jimin riding a dildo.

“A-ah yes,” Jimin moans as he lifts himself up on the toy before sinking back down. He’s whining and groaning as he moves, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth when he isn’t gasping with arousal.

“Fuck Jimin please want to fuck you” Yoongi groans, the visual stimulation becoming overwhelming.

“Not yet,” Jimin pants. Jimin starts to bounce faster and moan more obscenely and Yoongi feels like he is going to explode from his pent-up arousal. Jimin places one hand behind him for balance while the other combs through his own hair, and the curve of Jimin’s body is so sensual Yoongi feels the precum spill out of him heavily.

“Fuck hyung. It feels so good,” Jimin pants, dropping down harder in search of his prostate.

“I’d feel better,” Yoongi growls and Jimin loves it.

“A-ah!” Jimin cries when he hits his prostate, his body convulsing in reaction and he hears Yoongi take in a sharp breath. His thighs are starting to burn, and he knows he won’t last long and really wants to cum from Yoongi, so he fucks himself faster to get him to peak rambling mess.

“Ah ah fuck hyung. Fuck me please!” Jimin cries and Yoongi is lightning fast, stripping his boxers and sliding the condom on before pulling Jimin off the dildo and ramming himself in from behind.

“Fuck baby such a goddamn tease,” Yoongi growls, pounding mercilessly into Jimin. Jimin’s on all fours with Yoongi over his body, his shirt scratching at the younger’s back which heightens his sensitivity. Yoongi grabs Jimin’s hair and turns his head for a sloppy kiss of tongues sliding and moans being swallowed. Jimin is a whining mess, crying out in pleasure at how much better Yoongi feels and how the elder masterfully attacks his prostate.

“H-hyung hyung please please please please,” Jimin pants, his orgasm seconds away with how hard he is being fucked into. His mind is purely arousal and he’s almost speechless with how electric he feels.

“Baby wants to cum already?” Yoongi grits, his own orgasm about to happen any moment with how worked up he has been. “You made me wait so you can wait too.”

“N-no please please need it please!”

“Not yet baby.”

“Fuck hyung ah I c-can’t ah!” Jimin cries, tears breaking free from his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fine, cum for me. Cum in those pretty panties,” Yoongi grits, still going hard and fast. The obscenest scream of pleasure roars out of Jimin as he cums painfully hard, his entire body shaking as he climaxes. He is so far into ecstasy he isn’t even aware that Yoongi is shoved deep and shooting into the condom with a strong groan, his whole body tense and tightly gripping onto Jimin.  Jimin goes limp just before Yoongi does, with the elder firmly planting his hands on either side of Jimin to hold him up and not crush the younger.

“Good fucking god Jimin-ah,” Yoongi pants, head still blurry with arousal even after having his hardest orgasm ever. Jimin doesn’t answer, still blissed out and breathing heavy with his eyes shut. Yoongi comes to a lot faster than Jimin, so the elder pulls out, disposes of the condom, and then picks up the younger from the floor and lies him on the bed.

“Baby hey. Are you okay?” Yoongi asks softly, eyeing the younger carefully.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin says quietly. “Hold me.”

Yoongi climbs into the bed, sitting against the headboard and pulling Jimin to have him rest against his chest, between his legs. He rakes through Jimin’s hair gently as the younger finishes coming down from his high. Jimin squirms for a bit before relaxing again and Yoongi can see he’s wiggled out of the soiled panties that probably got uncomfortable.

“Hey,” Yoongi says softly after a while and Jimin’s breathing has evened out.

“Hi,” Jimin sighs, curling into Yoongi more.

“That was a lot,” Yoongi starts, still combing through Jimin’s hair gently.

“Was it too much? Did I go too far?” Jimin asks, his voice sounding so small especially after the bravado from before.

“I don’t think so. It was intense but I assume that was kind of your goal,” Yoongi replies comfortingly.

“I guess.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says softly. “It was so fun to tease you.”

“I noticed. You just wanted me to suffer before letting me rail you like you wanted anyway.”

“A little bit.”

“Brat,” Yoongi mumbles softly and Jimin giggles, relaxing into him even more. “You’re a little exhibitionist.”

“Guess so,” Jimin agrees nonchalantly. “Only for you though.”

“I’m honored despite my suffering.”

“Oh shush you still got to fuck me.”

“And was I better than the dildo?”

“Of course you were,” Jimin chuckles making Yoongi laugh softly as well.

“How long have you been scheming this anyway?”

“I guess you could say since I came back from shopping with Tae and then we had rough sex for the first time.”

“Min that was like two months ago.”

“Okay so two months then,” Jimin says. “Although that was just when I got the panties. Everything else was a more recent decision.”

“So you bought a dildo just to fuck yourself on while I watched?”

“Don’t forget the butt plug to open myself up beforehand.”

“Fuck Min,” Yoongi exhales, starting to feel aroused again. “You really are a menace. A sexy, sexy menace.”

Yoongi leans down to kiss Jimin, languid and sensual until they are both moaning softly again.

“So if I decided to do this again, would that be okay with you?” Jimin asks when they part for air, he’s straddling Yoongi now and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah. But probably not often. Not sure my heart could take it as a surprise again.”

“Fair enough,” Jimin laughs before kissing his chastely. “Can I make a request for the rest of tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Can we get wine drunk and watch sappy dramas?”

Yoongi chuckles brightly before kissing the younger softly and agree to his plan.

“Shower first yeah?” Yoongi asks, hands gliding over Jimin’s curves.

“Okay,” Jimin agrees. “Together?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah,” Jimin admits softly, which Yoongi finds incredibly endearing. Jimin rolls of the bed and Yoongi follows, pulling off his shirt that somehow stayed on through their endeavor. They get into Jimin’s shower to wash up, stealing kisses but otherwise staying apart. It feels oddly domestic and that is what makes them both enjoy it.

A few minutes later they are bundled together on the couch downing a bottle of wine which leads to a very drunk make out session on the couch till both their lips are swollen and too sensitive to continue.

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“My baby!”

Jimin’s mom throws her arms around her son and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. Jimin tries to get free of her grasp and fails miserably, much to Yoongi’s secret enjoyment.

“Mom don’t you want to say hi to Yoongi?” Jimin says and Yoongi’s enjoyment quickly declines as he enter his own bone-crushing hug with his mother. Shortly after Jimin’s dad intervenes to save Yoongi from the embrace so they can enter the restaurant.

“You’re lucky it is your birthday you little shit,” Yoongi whispers to Jimin as they head to their table. Jimin smiles a bright, smug smile and Yoongi has half a mind to kiss it off his pretty little face.

“So Yoongi-ssi tell us how you have been!” Jimin’s mom says, pulling Yoongi out of his temptations thankfully.

“Oh uh fine,” Yoongi answers, deciding to focus on the conversation and not his forever internalized feelings. “Nothing very exciting happening.”

“So Jimin isn’t being a troublemaker?” his dad jokes.

“Dad!”

“He’s always a troublemaker. It’s more concerning when he is behaving honestly,” Yoongi teases, earning a shocked look from the younger.

“I am a delight, and you know it,” Jimin defends, pouting his adorable pout that Yoongi always wants to kiss.

“Sure you are Min,” Yoongi coos, patting his head and making the younger squint at him.

“It’s so nice to see you are still so close after all this time,” Jimin’s mom muses.

“If anything we’re closer now,” Jimin comments and Yoongi tries to stay as neutral as possible to not allude to anything else happening between them.

The dinner is served, and they change topics to being more Jimin focused, such as his upcoming competition and over schooling. Yoongi thought having dinner with his best friend’s parents would have been awkward, even though he has known them for just as long as Jimin. But it feels so natural. It makes Yoongi wonder what it would be like if they were more than best friends.

“We’re so glad you’re around to help Jimin out, Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin’s dad, pulling Yoongi out of his daydreams.

“Dad I am an adult who can take care of himself.”

“We know. But that doesn’t mean that sometimes you could use a little help,” his dad explains.

“Especially with you working on your dancing so much lately. You have a bad habit of not taking care of yourself when you’re trying to perfect things,” his mom adds with a small frown.

“I do not,” Jimin grumbles with a pout.

“I beg to differ and I’m sure Yoongi-ssi would agree.”

“I am going to respectfully say nothing because I do have to go home with him tonight,” Yoongi says, getting Jimin’s parents to chuckle lightly and Jimin to relax.

“Anyway, thank you Yoongi-ssi for taking care of our son,” Jimin’s dad says with a kind smile.

“Of course,” Yoongi replies simply. Taking care of Jimin is his default setting. He wants to take care of him forever if he is lucky enough.

The dinner comes to an end with more bone-crushing hugs and Jimin being smothered with affection by his mother. Eventually his parents are forced to leave to get back to Busan, which leaves Yoongi and Jimin to walk back to Yoongi’s car a couple of blocks away.

As they slip into their respective seats in the car, Jimin pulls Yoongi into a firm kiss to Yoongi’s surprise.

“Thank you,” Jimin says quietly after the kiss that has left Yoongi a little dazed.

“For what?”

“For being you.”

Jimin pulls away fully then to buckle his seatbelt and Yoongi feels a little lost. What was that supposed to mean? He spends the rest of the drive and walk back to their apartment mulling it over. He is so lost in thought over it, Jimin has literally shake him back to consciousness.

“What are you so lost in thought about?” Jimin asks with a curious head tilt.

“Just...” Yoongi starts, debating on what is best to say in the moment. For some reason, he decides to this with his little head. “Just how I wanted to fuck you tonight.”

“Oh so you’re the one making plans now?” Jimin teases, taking his jacket off and heading towards his room to hang it.

“Definitely not as elaborate as you do,” Yoongi replies, instinctively following the younger.

“And what if I didn’t want sex tonight?”

“Then we wouldn’t have sex,” Yoongi answers simply. “Only when we both want it, right?”

“Right,” Jimin echoes with a nod.

“So do you not want to do anything?”

“And miss out on actual birthday sex? Absolutely not,” Jimin answers, getting a laugh from the elder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Says the one who was thinking of how he wanted to fuck me,” Jimin retorts, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around the elder’s neck.

“Are you sure you want to do anything? We’ve done a lot this weekend as is,” Yoongi asks, hands lightly holding Jimin’s hips.

“Yes, I’m sure. As long as we don’t do anything too crazy, I’ll be fine.”

“Noted,” Yoongi replies before leaning in to kiss the younger softly. Jimin hums contentedly into the kiss before pressing his lips further into the elder’s.

“So what were you thinking hyung?” Jimin whispers against his lips.

“I was thinking…” Yoongi starts, now having to actually think about this since it was a cover up before. His mind rapidly hunts for an answer and then he remembers a conversation with Hoseok. “Dessert.”

“Dessert?” Jimin asks with a quirked eyebrow. “What does that even mean?”

“Wait here and you’ll find out,” Yoongi says with a smirk before quickly kissing the younger one more time. He pulls away to leave the confused Jimin and go for the kitchen.

Please have something please have something please have something.

Yoongi pulls the fridge door open and he would get audibly excited if this wasn’t supposed to seem totally planned. He grabs what he is looking for and heads back to the bedroom, keeping it out of sight.

“Fuck Jimin,” Yoongi says when he enters the room to see Jimin on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of red lace panties.

“Like what you see?” Jimin asks with a smirk.

“How many pairs do you have?” Yoongi asks, closing the distance and running his hand up Jimin’s thigh and over the band of the panties. Besides being red, these were wider than the black pair and have covering over Jimin’s ass. The still made Yoongi more excited than he was willing to admit.

“Why would I tell you that when your surprised horny face is so fun to see?” Jimin teases, getting a warning glare from the elder that just makes him giggle.

“Still a menace I see.”

“A sexy, sexy menace.”

Yoongi snorts at the repeating of his own phrase and moves to hover over the younger then, still managing to hide his own surprise.

“You’re just tempting me to be a menace myself,” he says, his voice low as it usually goes when aroused.

“Bring it,” Jimin replies, eyeing the elder carefully with his carnal stare.

“Close your eyes,” Yoongi instructs, relaxing back on his heels between Jimin’s legs. The younger glares with suspicion briefly before doing as told. “Now open your mouth.”

“What?!” Jimin asks, snapping his eyes back open to stare at Yoongi.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

“Why?”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then be good and do as I say baby,” Yoongi says with a smirk. Jimin surveys his face once more before resting his head against the pillows, closing his eyes, and opening his mouth. Yoongi shakes the can in his hand a few times before aiming the tip over Jimin’s mouth and filling it with whipped cream. He sees Jimin flinch at the sound and feeling, squeezing his eyes more closed but keeping his mouth open. Yoongi then leans forward and kisses the younger, sucking some of the excess whipped cream out of Jimin’s mouth and making Jimin whine.

“Seriously hyung?” Jimin asks with a confused look after swallowing the whipped cream and sitting up to look at the elder, who looks very pleased with himself.

“I said dessert, didn’t I?” Yoongi replies casually before spraying whipped cream into his own mouth. He watches the understanding wash over the younger and is quick to lift his arm holding the can up high so Jimin can’t snatch it, which he tried to do.

“Are you going to keep it all to yourself?” Jimin asks with a pout.

“No,” Yoongi replies before squirting a line of cream over his pout and gently sucking it off followed by a gentle bite on Jimin’s lip. “Just getting my taste first.”

Jimin seemingly accepts that answer, opening his mouth with his tongue slightly out as a hint. Yoongi obliges, filling the younger’s mouth with whipped cream. Then Jimin grabs him by the neck and pulls him into a filthy kiss, their tongues licking into each other’s mouths and sharing the whipped cream between them. It’s sticky, wet, filthy, and sweet and Yoongi would be lying if it didn’t turn him on a lot.

“Why am I the only one undressed?” Jimin asks teasingly when they break apart to breathe. He licks his lips to get the excess whipped cream off and Yoongi watches him eagerly. When Yoongi doesn’t respond, Jimin starts undoing his jeans and pulling them down as far as he can in their position. Yoongi relents, stripping off his shirt before getting off Jimin to stand and kick his jeans off, still keeping the can away from the younger.

“Lie down and relax for me baby,” he instructs, shaking the can some more as the younger does so eagerly. Yoongi straddles him again and starts by spraying a stripe around Jimin’s neck like a choker and promptly licking it off while the younger whimpers under him. Next is a stripe down his sternum which he licks up, looking Jimin in the eye who whines while careening into the feeling. Yoongi circles both nipples in cream before sucking it off slowly with Jimin squirming under him.

“My turn,” Jimin says, successfully snatching the can out of Yoongi’s hand. He rolls them over so Yoongi is now on his back and being straddled. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to spray a long line of cream from Yoongi’s stomach to his neck, licking it all at once with a gentle suck at the end right below Yoongi’s Adam’s apple.

“Fuck baby your lips are so good,” Yoongi exhales, breathing heavy with arousal as Jimin rolls his hips into his hardening erection.

“Are they?” Jimin asks with a quired eyebrow and a smug smile.

“So fucking good.”

Jimin leans forward like he is going to kiss Yoongi, but instead sprays a dollop of whipped cream on his cheek and sucks it off, making the elder groan low in his throat. Jimin sprays a small bit on the tip of the elder’s nose and kisses it off lightly which makes Yoongi chuckle lightly.

“What?” Jimin asks seeing Yoongi laugh.

“You’re cute,” Yoongi says, smiling softly at the younger.

“Cute?! Just cute?!” Jimin says in mock offense. “I’ll show you cute.”

Jimin shifts down Yoongi body and grips his underwear, pulling them off in one fluid motion and stroking the elder to full hardness. And then the younger grabs the temporarily discarded can, shaking it vigorously before spraying a line up Yoongi’s shaft and licking it off.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi gasps, the cool feeling of the cream being replaced by the warmth of Jimin’s tongue sending a shiver through him. Jimin repeats that a few times before suckling on the tips briefly and making Yoongi squirm.

“Tastes so good hyung,” Jimin says sensually.

“I know something that tastes even better.”

“What’s that?”

Yoongi sits up and grabs Jimin’s ass hard, making the younger yelp into a moan. He kiss him then, it quickly turning sloppy and tasting so sweet from all of the whipped cream.

“Want to taste you baby,” Yoongi says between kissing, kneading Jimin’s ass greedily. Jimin mewls at the request before pulling away and moving to lie down on his stomach. Yoongi straddles his thighs and ogles Jimin’s form below him, running his hands down the younger’s back similar to when he gave him a massage. He moves hands over the lace that barely covers Jimin’s supple ass and then wraps his fingers over the waistband to slide them off.

“I know I say this every time, but fuck Min this view. You’re so gorgeous,” Yoongi says, grabbing the whipped cream again and shaking it briefly. He sprays a line of cream on each cheek before licking it off, softly biting each cheek after and getting a soft whine from Jimin. He puts the can aside then, knowing it’s better to not get the cream involved. He pulls Jimin’s cheeks apart and licks over his hole slowly, making the younger gasp into a whine. After a few kitten licks, he pushes the tip of his tongue in a little bit which makes Jimin whine loudly and grip the sheets below him tightly.

“Baby feeling good?” Yoongi asks, massaging Jimin’s ass as he waits for an answer.

“Yeah so good,” Jimin pants. “Want more.”

“As you wish,” Yoongi says before licking over his hole quickly and pushing his tongue in further. Jimin’s back arches which pushes his ass up and makes Yoongi’s tongue go in deeper. Yoongi moves his tongue around inside which has Jimin mewling hard and throwing his head back in ecstasy. Yoongi starts moving his tongue in and out steadily, pulling moans from Jimin constantly. Jimin starts pushing back at a matching rhythm, fucking himself on Yoongi’s tongue and that thought makes Yoongi groan.

“Hyung,” Jimin pants. “Want your dick in me.”

Yoongi pulls away, breathing hard to catch his breath and moving to hover over Jimin’s body fully.

“Yeah? Birthday boy wants my cock?” Yoongi asks, rolling his hips into Jimin so his dick presses into the younger’s ass and making Jimin whine.

“Yes, please want it,” Jimin moans, pushing his ass up into Yoongi and making the elder groan low in his throat. He throws his head back to look up at Yoongi with pleading, lusty eyes.

“So polite,” Yoongi comments before leaning down to kiss Jimin upside down. Even with the awkward positioning, they both melt into the soft kiss. “Let me prep you more.”

Yoongi pulls open the drawer with the lube and condoms, grabbing each and putting the condom aside for now. He warms the lube on his fingers and Jimin pushes his ass up for easier access. Yoongi doesn’t tease too much, circling his rim a little before sliding one finger easily thanks to his tongue.

“More hyung,” Jimin moans immediately, and Yoongi obliges by sliding in two with a bit more resistance. He works more to stretch the younger, still grazing over his prostate to making Jimin whine with need. After a third finger is easily sliding with the first two, Jimin is begging for Yoongi to fill him.

“How do you want it baby?” Yoongi asks as he slips on the condom and slicks himself. Jimin rolls onto his back and as Yoongi moves between his legs, he props both legs on the elder’s shoulders. Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at him with an amused smirk before grabbing Jimin’s hips to adjust his position and then slowly guiding himself in.

“Fuck hyung you always feel so good,” Jimin exhales as Yoongi pushes further and bottoms out.

“You always feel good too baby. So fucking tight for me. Bending in half for me,” Yoongi grunts, leaning forward to really push Jimin’s legs back and fold him in half. The change in position makes Jimin whine into the kiss and Yoongi waits for him to give the go-ahead to start moving.

“Move. Want to feel you.”

Yoongi starts rolling his hips forward, a leisurely thrust that makes Jimin feel every inch of him graze his warm walls. The feeling is intoxicating and Yoongi is quickly getting drunk on sex; drunk on Jimin.

Their motion makes the bed dip and the whipped cream rolls into Yoongi’s thigh. He gets more on his knees, tucking a pillow under Jimin’s hips to lift him some and snags the can. With a quick shake while still thrust leisurely, Yoongi sprays a short stripe of whipped cream on Jimin’s inner thigh where he can reach to lick it off slowly.

“A-ah hyung fuck,” Jimin moans, watching the elder repeat the action on his inner thigh. “Faster hyung please.”

Yoongi smirks briefly before doing as asked, thrusting faster into Jimin but not going harder just yet. Jimin is panting under him and swearing breathily. Yoongi leans back forward to better pound into him and bend his legs back again.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin groans at the faster fucking in this position.

“You’re so gorgeous baby. Look at you bend in half so easily for my cock,” Yoongi says lowly.

“Fuck. Do anything for you cock. So good,” Jimin pants, holding onto his legs for support since they are bent so far back.

“Yeah? So greedy you’ll do anything?” Yoongi pants, his resolve to not full force thrust into Jimin cracking.

“Yeah. Fills me so good. Want it always,” Jimin pants. “Harder hyung please.”

The full crack of Yoongi’s resolve splits and he is thrusting hard. The sound of skin slapping is loud with how hard he is going, and Jimin is becoming a babbling mess under him. With a small shift, Yoongi finds Jimin’s prostate and greedily pounds into it.

“Oh god oh fuck fuck fuck ah!” Jimin rambles, his orgasm bubbling in his abdomen faster now. They have had quite a bit of sex this weekend alone and Yoongi always feels so unbelievably good.

“Shit you’re so good baby. So good for me. So good around me,” Yoongi rambles, his climax building steadily as he watches Jimin come undone under him. “Fuck you’re so beautiful baby. Fucking beautiful.”

“H-hyung,” Jimin stammers, Yoongi’s thrusts making his body jolt with his impending release. “Fuck you’re incredible.”

“Yeah? How incredible?” Yoongi prompts, getting addicted to the praise like Jimin must feel.

“So fucking incredible ah! You fuck me so good every time. No idea how you do it but please-ah- please don’t stop,” Jimin pants, staring directly into Yoongi’s eyes. With a particularly hard thrust Jimin squeeze his eyes shut with a loud groan, gripping his legs hard and clenching around Yoongi who stutters his thrusts then.

And then Yoongi stills.

Jimin snaps his eyes open in confusion, blinking away the watery vision to look at the elder. Yoongi is breathing hard and staring down at him intensely, eyes wandering all over his body and ending at his eyes. The stare is passionate and feels much more intense than just lust and Jimin feels his blood start to boil from it.

“Hyung?” Jimin pants, keeping his eyes locked with Yoongi’s intensity.

“Fuck Jimin,” Yoongi says before surging into a bruising kiss, teeth clashing and tongues exploring while Yoongi starts thrusting again at the previous speed. Jimin moans loud into the kiss and is non-stop moans and cries of pleasure from then on.

“You’re so fucking perfect Jimin,” Yoongi groans. “Wouldn’t want you to be any other way. Fuck so good for me.”

The praise is more intense than usual, and it is hitting Jimin hard. A freight train of arousal has hit him and he’s not going to last much longer.

“H-hyung p-please so close,” Jimin manages to say between his obscene moans.

“Fuck baby please cum. Want to see you feel good because of me,” Yoongi groans.

“A-ah fuck Yoongi!” Jimin cries as his orgasm hits, streams of white painting his stomach. Yoongi moves Jimin’s legs to let them drop as Jimin spasms through his high.

“Hyung please cum. Please cum for me,” Jimin pants after his high. And Yoongi does, rolling his hips through it to pull every drop out of him. His release is filled with him mumbling praises at Jimin and occasional swears as his pleasure wracks through his body.

He drops to hover just offer Jimin, both of their breathing in unison as they try to catch their breath. Yoongi can feel the three words vibrating in his mouth, begging to be said. But he bites hard on his tongue instead, the light taste of copper filling his mouth from it. He moves to pull out as a distraction, but Jimin wraps his legs around his hips to keep him inside.

“Don’t,” Jimin pants, his eyes closed. “Not yet.”

Yoongi panics internally a bit, knowing that staying like this just makes those three words stronger and they might overpower his better judgement. But he enjoys the closeness. He enjoys Jimin initiating the closeness. Which all makes Yoongi’s resolve weaker.

“Baby,” Yoongi whispers, scanning the younger’s peaceful expression. He is loving and hating this moment, both feelings fighting each other for dominance.

Jimin blinks his eyes open slowly and he looks so blissful. He honestly looks angelic and it’s a look Yoongi only ever imagined in his dreams.

They’re just look at each other in an intimate silence which is just making all of this more dangerous. He wants to kiss him, but then his mind will go fuzzy and the three words could slip. Just staring at each other like this makes the three words stronger.

“Baby let me pull out,” Yoongi says softly, his voice starting to shake with his nervousness building. Jimin says nothing but lets his legs fall so Yoongi carefully pulls out and quickly works to discard the condom. Part of him wants to just bail now, but he knows that would for one thing be suspicious and another just plain shitty. So he decides to be the gentleman and wet a washcloth and go back to the bed where Jimin has curled up looking comfortable.

“Hi,” Jimin says softly when Yoongi comes back.

“Hi,” Yoongi replies as calmly as possible. He wipes down Jimin’s stomach and the younger hums in contentment and Yoongi is chuckling softly before he realizes.

“Why are you laughing?” Jimin asks, furrowing his brow at the elder.

“Just at your little hums of happiness,” Yoongi admits, thinking it is safe. “If you were a cat, you’d be purring.”

“I’d be an adorable cat,” Jimin muses, earning another chuckle from the elder. “What kind of cat would I be?”

“Hmmm,” Yoongi hums in thought, tossing the rag aside and curling up behind Jimin, wrapping an arm loosely around the younger’s waist. “I’d say a calico.”

“Why a calico?”

“Because you’re multifaceted, like the different colors on a calico. You have many different sides that all make you beautiful.”

“I was not expecting such a sweet answer.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin mumbles. Yoongi pulls him closer, softly kissing the back of the younger’s neck who relaxes into the touch.

“What kind of cat am I?” Yoongi asks, needing the conversation to distract his mind.

“What kind of breed was grumpy cat?”

“Yah!” Yoongi complains and a flurry of giggles burst from the younger. “You’re such a brat.”

“I must not be that bad if you’ve kept me around all this time.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi grumbles and Jimin giggles some more which just makes him smile, thankful Jimin can’t see his face.

“Okay but for an actual answer. I think you’re like a Scottish Fold.”

“What’s a Scottish Fold?”

“A cat obviously. Ah!” Yoongi pinches Jimin for the sass which makes the younger yelp. “Mean.”

“Yeah, yeah answer the question brat.”

“It’s a cat that can have its ears fold over. They’re really cute and sometimes look a little grumpy like you do-”

“Hey!”

“- but they’re very calm and adjust to situations well, like you do. They also don’t like to be lonely like you. And they can be stubborn, which is also you.”

“How do you know so much about this?”

“I want a cat in the future. So I’ve done some research,” Jimin admits shyly.

“Cute,” Yoongi mumbles softly.

“Do you think our cat selves would be friends?”

Yoongi furrows his brows at the specific question. “I don’t know. But I can’t really picture any version of me not having you with him.”

Jimin rolls over to face Yoongi, and Yoongi’s danger siren is sounding off in his mind. Jimin is looking at him fondly and it makes his heart do cartwheels and beat faster. Jimin is eyeing him carefully, gently even, and Yoongi feels so exposed from that alone that he panics.

“We should clean up better. Whipped cream is sticky,” he says hastily to divert their attention to anything else.

“Yeah, we should,” Jimin agrees. “Shower together?”

“Why don’t you take a bath? Since it’s your birthday you should extra relax.”

Internally, Yoongi is praying that Jimin takes his suggestion. It’ll be his out from this intense intimacy that is driving him crazy.

“Okay,” Jimin accepts slowly, as if he is debating it still but not wanting to push the elder. “Can I have a kiss first?”

“Sure baby,” Yoongi agrees despite the siren screaming in his mind. Jimin smiles softly before closing the gap between them and they share a soft kiss. It doesn’t last long and then Jimin is pulling away entirely rolling off the bed to go to his bathroom. Yoongi pushes himself to standing then too, a weird mix of relief and disappointment swimming through him as he grabs his clothes and leaves for his own shower.

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Yoongi is excited to fuck Jimin tonight. To be fair he always is, and they’ve been doing it a lot more recently since every time feelings start to bubble out of Yoongi he distracts himself with sex. And Jimin seems more than happy with the increase in activity, so it works.

Repressing deep feelings through fucking is totally fine, right?

Tonight is exciting for its own special reason though. Tonight Yoongi isn’t really fucking Jimin. And he isn’t really Yoongi. Instead he is CEO Min of no-name corporation and Jimin is his secretary. They’ll be roleplaying so finally he can just fuck Jimin without the risk of saying something stupid.

Finally a break from all of the feelings.

Yoongi will admit it is a little weird to schedule their sex, but now that they are entering the kinks and fantasies that involve more prep, it was inevitable. And he can mentally prepare himself for it better, which is a plus.

Yoongi is the first to get home that night and takes his time getting into his role as the uber rich businessman he usually can’t stand. Not that Yoongi ever wants to actually be a CEO, but it’s the power dynamic of it he wants.

He takes a quick shower before putting on the one suit he has and taking a seat at his desk. They agreed that once Jimin was ready, he’d come knock. And that knock comes not too much later.

“Come in,” Yoongi says, trying to sound serious as he pretends to flip through important files in a folder. He keeps his eyes on the papers but sees Jimin come near him in his peripheral vision.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Min,” Jimin says, at the way he addresses Yoongi sends a shiver of arousal through the elder. “I have documents that need your signature.”

Yoongi looks up then and he nearly chokes on air. Jimin is in his own business appropriate attire with a fitted white button up and black slacks that hug his thighs. He has a skinny black tie and, what is really fucking Yoongi up, is he is wearing his glasses. The way they frame his face just highlights how handsome he is, and Yoongi is very weak to them.

“Right. Hand them over,” Yoongi forces, trying to stay in his role despite how aroused he is.

“Here you go sir.”

Fuck he’s calling me sir.

Yoongi eyes the fake papers carefully as if they actually mattered, but mainly is doing so to regain composure.

“May I make a proposal, sir?”

“Go ahead.”

Jimin moves closer, pushing himself to stand between Yoongi’s legs before leaning forward and supporting himself by holding the arms of the chair.

“You are always working so hard,” Jimin starts, his tone sultry as he gazes into the elder’s eyes who is waiting with bated breath. “I think you should find time to relax more.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” Yoongi asks. “Mr. Park.”

Yoongi sees the flicker in Jimin’s eyes at that and can see the bulge grow in his tight slacks. It’s satisfying to know he affects the younger as much as the younger affects him.

“As your secretary, I’ve taken the liberty to clear your schedule for the day,” Jimin answers seductively, standing up straight and stepping out from between Yoongi’s legs.

“And what do you expect me to do now when I still have all of this paperwork?” Yoongi lifts the folder of fake, and mostly blanks, papers with a quirked eyebrow. Jimin doesn’t hesitate and snatches the folder from Yoongi’s hand before tossing it over his shoulder, making the papers flutter out of it and spread across the room.

“Mr. Park,” Yoongi says a little harsher for the sake of the character.

“You know I can do so much more than bring you coffee and answer your calls,” Jimin says circling to stand behind Yoongi with his hands on the elder’s shoulders, massaging into them.

“Will these skills help me get work done?” Yoongi asks defiantly, almost testing Jimin’s improv skills.

“They can help you relax,” Jimin answers, leaning forward to speak directly into Yoongi’s ear. His warm breath ghosts over Yoongi’s skin and makes the elder shiver in anticipation. “And when you’re relaxed you can be more productive.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, trying to stay serious even with his tightening pants and burning desire to touch Jimin. And then Jimin’s hands slide over his chest, going past the suit jacket and grazing over his button up.

“Sir we all know you can work hard,” Jimin says in a low, sultry voice with his hands still exploring Yoongi’s chest over his shirt. He pulls his hands away then and moves back to standing in front of Yoongi. Yoongi waits cause he can tell Jimin is going somewhere with this. The younger then grabs Yoongi’s tie, a thicker one than his skinny tie and blue in color, and slides his hand down the cool satin until he reaches the end, fiddling with it in silent contemplation that makes the sexual tension feel suffocating to Yoongi.

“But” Jimin speaks again, eyes moving back up to look at the elder before moving closer and straddling Yoongi. “I want to know if you can play hard too.”

Yoongi wants to surge into a hot, messy kiss and ruin this man. But he resists with every fiber of his being. He has to be CEO Min right now.

“This is very unprofessional of you Mr. Park,” Yoongi says evenly.

“With all due respect sir,” Jimin starts, staring daggers of desire into Yoongi’s eyes. “I don’t give a fuck.”

Jimin pulls Yoongi by his tie hard and into that hot kiss he was just craving. It’s downright filthy how they eagerly lick into each other’s mouths, Jimin pulling the tie more to deepen it and Yoongi grabbing hold of Jimin’s slim waist for support. Yoongi can feel his mind getting fuzzy and how he is about to fall purely into his desires, so he pulls back as best he can to challenge the younger at least one more time.

“Park,” he grits, hearing a soft whimper come from Jimin. “What do you think you are doing? I am your boss for fucks sake.”

“To be honest sir,”  Jimin starts, his tone still sultry even with his heavier breathing. “You know you need it. And I am more than happy to give it. And…” Jimin trails off to lean forward and speak into Yoongi’s ear, whispering “I know you like it.”

Jimin grinds down hard against Yoongi’s erection, making the elder involuntarily groan at the feeling. All of Yoongi’s resolve is gone now and he is pulling Jimin back into a hungry kiss, eagerly licking into the younger’s mouth and swallowing ever mewl and whimper Jimin emits. They sloppily kiss like that as Jimin continues to grind down into Yoongi and the elder feels like his brain might explode.

“If you’re so happy to give it, then do it,” Yoongi growls when they separate for air. The flash of want that crosses Jimin’s expression proves he understands and the younger is quick to slip off of his lap and onto his knees in front of him. Jimin makes quick work of the elder’s belt and pants fastenings, jerking his slacks down to his knees followed by his boxers to reveal his throbbing, hard erection.

“Any requests sir?” Jimin asks, and the look he is giving through his glasses at the elder is so debauched and sinful it makes Yoongi groan.

“Prove to me this was worth risking your job, Park,” Yoongi musters somehow. The flicker of determination in Jimin’s carnal eyes excites Yoongi more and he waits in anticipation for Jimin to make his move.

Jimin starts with slow strokes, using his spit to help the slide. Yoongi tries to keep himself composed and not show any reactions to make Jimin truly work for it. And that plan becomes incredible hard once those plump lips are around his tip. He is biting down on his lip hard as Jimin suckles gently, his tongue sliding over his slit and push in just enough to send sparks of desire through the elder.

“Fuck,” Yoongi exhales sharply, his battle to not react unbearably hard. Jimin does a satisfied hum before he starts taking more in his mouth, sucking hard as he does which makes Yoongi pant with need. He can feel his tip down Jimin’s throat, and his mind explodes with understanding of what Jimin is going to do.

Before he can speak, Jimin is sucking all the way to the tip and pulling a long groan from the elder before going all the way back down. He continues this at a faster pace and Yoongi is a panting, swearing mess. Every time he dips into Jimin’s throat sparks of his climax shoot through him until he can feel the fire rage in his abdomen. He reaches to pull Jimin off, but the younger just swats his hand away.

Fuck he really is trying to prove a point.

“A-ah fuck,” Yoongi grunts before he is cumming down Jimin’s throat. Jimin is deepthroating him the whole time, massaging his dick with his tongue as it twitches in his mouth from the release. Yoongi groaning through it, his head dropped back against the headrest of his chair and hands white knuckling the arms.

Once he relaxes after his high, Jimin pulls off slowly with a final suck at his tip. It’s not until he is straddling Yoongi again and they are face to face than he makes a show of swallowing.

“So” Jimin starts while Yoongi is still recovering. “Am I still employed?”

Yoongi chuckles darkly, remembering they are in a scene right now and not just themselves. He takes a second to think of an answer, mainly because his brain is still fuzzy from his post-orgasm state. And then he has an idea.

“Not only are you still employed,” Yoongi starts, a smirk growing on his face as he speaks. “I think you deserve a raise.”

With that he stands, gripping onto Jimin’s thighs to support him. Jimin yelps and scrambles to cling onto the elder, arms and legs tightening around him. Their chests are pressed together and Yoongi can feel Jimin’s heart rate spike from the quick motion and he finds that incredibly satisfying.

“Fuck me like this,” Jimin pants, his façade as the secretary starting to break.

“Oh you think you deserve a promotion to? Think you can handle your boss’ cock?” Yoongi asks cockily.

“Please,” Jimin whines breathily.

“Hmm,” Yoongi hums in faux thought. He moves to lower Jimin to the floor, who reluctant lets go and looks up at him with a pout. “You are my best employee, so let’s see how much you can handle.”

Jimin fails to hold back a snort, and Yoongi can’t blame him cause this is all a little ridiculous. But Yoongi doesn’t crack and instead slaps the younger’s ass and orders “Bed.”

Jimin eagerly to the bed and Yoongi watches him go. Specifically watches how his dress pants hug his ass so nicely. He then discards his own bottoms before moving towards the younger who is sat on the edge of the bed and leaning back on his elbows. Yoongi towers over him and just looking down on Jimin in his surprisingly sexy glasses and looking up at him with eyes filled with lust is enough to get him hard again.

Yoongi leans forward then, crowding into Jimin’s space and the younger doesn’t move. Yoongi supports himself with hands on the bed next to Jimin’s, and their faces a millimeters apart. He eyes him carefully up close and sees Jimin lick his lips slowly, almost tauntingly. Yoongi knows what Jimin wants, but he’s not going to give it that easily this time.

“Take off your pants,” Yoongi instructs before standing upright and crossing his arms to look down at Jimin. The younger furrows his brows at him as if confused by the choice the elder made. “Did you forget I’m still your boss, Park?”

Jimin looks surprised that Yoongi is still in his role, but he snaps out of that quickly. “No sir. I didn’t.”

Jimin stands then, directly in front of Yoongi so they are eye to eye as he unbuckles his belt and slides it out. He never breaks eye contact as he unbuttons his slacks and pushes them off along with his underwear.

“Good. Lie down,” Yoongi instructs next. He can see in Jimin’s eyes how he desperately wants to be kissed. Yoongi never noticed how much Jimin enjoys kissing until he wasn’t getting it. He makes a mental note of that as Jimin does as he is told, and he grabs the lube from his nightstand.

Yoongi positions himself to where he would need to be to open Jimin up himself, but he has another idea. Jimin is looking at him expectantly and Yoongi feels powerful, just like he wanted. So he’s going to embrace it. He grabs Jimin’s wrist and puts the bottle in his hand. The younger looks bewildered and is just staring at Yoongi for an explanation.

“Open yourself for me,” Yoongi orders. He watches as Jimin’s expression shifts from confusion to surprise and he bites back the amused smile that pulls at his lips. Jimin just blinks at him with wide eyes and Yoongi stares back, not relenting even with how cute a confused Jimin looks. “Prove you want a promotion Park.”

That determined flicker is back in Jimin’s eyes and he is popping the cap and pouring a plentiful amount on his short fingers before tossing the bottle back at Yoongi. He rolls onto his side, sticking his ass out a little for Yoongi’s viewing pleasure, and snakes his lubed hand around to his hole. He teases himself a little before sliding his first finger in.

“You’re missing out sir,” Jimin pants as he preps himself. “This could have been you doing it.”

“And miss this view?” Yoongi replies with a smirk. As much as he does love making Jimin feel good anyway he can, watching him finger himself is a treat he did not want to miss. Jimin huffs at his response and goes back to work stretching himself as best he can.

Yoongi resists the urge to stroke himself as he watches Jimin at work, making himself mewl and whine while stretching himself. He gets a second and third finger in and is working to find his own prostate, to no luck.

“Sir please. I’m ready,” Jimin pants.

“Add a fourth.”

“What?!”

“I said,” Yoongi starts, moving to hover over Jimin who has turned his head to look up at him. “Add a fourth.”

Yoongi isn’t just being bossy even though he has the right to do so in this situation. But he is a little worried that three isn’t enough when it’s Jimin opening himself.

“You better fuck me so good after this,” Jimin mumbles before adding a fourth, whining loud at the extra stretch. Yoongi just smirks at the remark and stays hovering over Jimin, watching his face contort in pleasure. After a few thrusts, Yoongi grabs the wrist of the hand that is in Jimin and pulls it out slowly.

“You really are my best employee,” Yoongi says in a low voice. “Time to promote you.”

He cradles Jimin’s face with one hand and pulls him into the kiss the younger has been desperately wanting this entire time. Jimin is quick to wrap his arms around the elder’s neck and pull him closer, holding tight to not risk Yoongi moving away too soon. Yoongi knew Jimin was desperate for it but he didn’t realize how much he also enjoys kissing the younger till now. They easily could have stayed like that, with tongues wrestling and teeth clashing, but their erections are rubbing into each other as a reminder they have more to do.

“Fuck me,” Jimin gasps when they break for air. His pleading eyes are desperate and Yoongi can’t push it off any longer because he is feeling just as needy if he is honest. He kisses Jimin one more time before moving away, pulling off his suit jacket and tossing it aside before grabbing a condom and sliding it onto himself.

“Still want that raise?” Yoongi asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“Fuck yeah,” Jimin pants eagerly. Yoongi gets off the bed to stand and Jimin is quick to join him, wrapping his arms around the elder’s neck and pulling him into a sensual kiss. Yoongi grabs Jimin’s waist, feeling the shirt he is still wearing before sliding his hands down to cup the younger’s ass.

“Ready?” Yoongi asks. Jimin nods and tightens his hold around his neck. Yoongi firmly holds Jimin’s thighs and the younger lifts himself to wrap his legs around the elder. Yoongi backs Jimin up until his back is against the wall for further support. He takes one hand off the younger to guide himself and starts to push in.

“Oh my god,” Jimin pants, dropping his head back against the wall as he pants through the insertion. Once fully inside, Yoongi moves to hold Jimin by his ass and waits for the younger to adjust.

“Sir your cock is amazing,” Jimin pants and Yoongi chuckles darkly.

“Only the best for the best employee,” Yoongi replies, breathing labored with anticipation. He starts to rock up into Jimin to test the waters before properly thrusting into him. Their mouths meet in a sloppy kiss as Yoongi sets a slow rhythm at first, soft whimpers coming from Jimin as he does.

“So tight tonight,” Yoongi comments between kisses.

“Faster, harder, please,” Jimin whines. Yoongi does as asked, thrusting up faster and snapping his hips more. The tightness of Jimin feels great, but he isn’t getting as deep as either of them wants. So Yoongi pulls them away from the wall and lifts Jimin up before slamming him down to meet his thrust. Both of them groan loudly so Yoongi continues with that at a quick pace.

“Fuck you feel so good like this,” Yoongi grunts. Jimin is moaning loudly with his lips constantly parted to let them spill freely.

“More hyung need more,” Jimin pants, his role completely fading away in favor of feeling pure pleasure. Yoongi turns then and drops Jimin on the bed, knocking the wind out of the younger in the process. With his hands on either side of Jimin’s head, Yoongi thrusts hard and fast into the younger and hits his prostate mercilessly.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” Yoongi pants as Jimin cries out in pleasure, his heels digging into the small of Yoongi’s back to push him in further. “Sound so good for me.”

“A-ah close so close don’t stop please!” Jimin cries, clenching around Yoongi which makes the elder stutter his thrusts briefly.

“Fuck baby your ass is so good. Takes me so well,” Yoongi groans. The familiar coiling of his orgasm tightening in his abdomen. He grabs Jimin’s dick and uses the plentiful amount of precum as lube to stroking the younger to his climax.

“A-ah Yoongi sir please!” Jimin pants, back arching off the bed with his milliseconds-away orgasm.

“Cum Park,” Yoongi orders, slipping back into his boss role when being called sir.

“Yes sir!” Jimin slurs into a cry as his climax hits. Cum spirts out of him and onto Yoongi’s hand and his own stomach. Jimin’s eyes are screwed shut as he pants through his high and his body goes lax after.

Yoongi is thrusting steadily still, keeping himself on edge while not overpowering Jimin completely. He is taken off guard when Jimin grabs him by the tie and pulls him into a sloppy kiss and he stops thrusting entirely with his mind focused on the kiss.

“Show me what this boss cock is made of,” Jimin pants when the separate from the kiss and Yoongi growls at the idea. He goes back to hard and fast thrusts that knock the bravado out of Jimin and making him a swearing mess as Yoongi chases his release.

“Ah ah fuck,” is the only warning Yoongi gives before he is thrusting inside hard and cumming into the condom. He is breathing hard through it, his vision blurry with arousal, and muscles shaking from the intensity. He collapses onto Jimin after his high and they are both breathing heavy. They stay like that for a while until Jimin starts giggling under him.

“Why are you laughing?” Yoongi asks, feeling himself start to laugh himself.

“We actually did that,” Jimin explains before laughing harder. “I didn’t think we’d stick with it.”

“We did break a little.”

“You had me crying out ‘sir’ when I came hyung,” Jimin laughs, laughing so hard his whole body shakes. Yoongi props himself up to see the giggling boy lose it beneath him and he can’t help but laugh softly himself.

“Did you enjoy it at least?” Yoongi asks when he sees Jimin start to calm down.

“Yeah. Boss Yoongi was so hot fuck.”

“Uh thanks?” Yoongi chuckles.

“I knew we already had a dom/sub thing, but when you really commit to being a dom fuck it’s so hot,” Jimin elaborates.

“Noted,” Yoongi chuckles. He moves off of Jimin and pulls out, discarding the used condom and grabbing his boxers before tossing Jimin his.

“We didn’t even fully undress,” Jimin giggles, eyeing the elder’s wrinkled button up and off-center tie.

“Didn’t have to. Plus it was hot when you’d pull my tie,” Yoongi says, slipping into his underwear.

“Really?” Jimin says, putting his own on before closing the distance between him and the elder. We grabs Yoongi’s tie without pulling and the elder watches his moves closely. Jimin runs his thumb over the soft satin before looking into Yoongi’s eyes. “I do have one complaint.”

“And what is that?”

“You were purposefully not kissing me,” Jimin says with a pout.

“I know baby,” Yoongi says soothingly, pulling the younger closer. “It was just for the roleplay.”

“So you’ll kiss me now?”

“Gladly.”

Jimin smiles before pulling Yoongi by the tie to close the distance in a soft, languid kiss. Yoongi kisses back just as gently and they exchange tender kisses for a while; too blissed out in their personal bubble.

“You haven’t told me if you enjoyed it,” Jimin says softly when they break the kiss. “And don’t say you always enjoy it cause it’s sex with me.”

Yoongi snorts at that because he’d totally say it cause that is how he always feels after fucking Jimin. Now he has to actually have an answer.

“It was fun. I’d do it again,” he answers. “But I do prefer fucking my best friend Jimin more.”

“I prefer fucking my best friend Yoongi,” Jimin muses. “He could learn a couple of things from CEO Yoongi though.”

Yoongi laughs before pulling Jimin into a firm, but tender, kiss. Jimin eagerly returns the kiss with equal fervor.

“It’s late,” Yoongi comments.

“Yeah. Should get some sleep,” Jimin muses, but makes no effort to move. They stay close as if neither of them wants to actually leave the other. Finally, Jimin steps away, grabs his discarded slacks from earlier and goes to the door.

“Night hyung,” he says with a soft smile.

“Goodnight Jiminie,” Yoongi replies, returning the soft smile.

--

“Whoa you look great,” Hoseok says upon seeing Yoongi.

“Thank Jimin. This was his idea.”

“Of course it was. He has great taste,” Hoseok muses, eyeing the elder carefully.

Yoongi just arrived at the annual Halloween party a friend of theirs hosts. Yoongi was never one to dress up for these things, but Jimin always insisted. And for this year, Jimin went all out to make Yoongi look hot (his words). So Yoongi has arrived in black slacks and a white button-up with a black vest under a red rose patterned jacket. The sleeves of his button-up peek out from the jacket sleeves and he has a white, silk scarf tied around his neck in a bow.

“Where is Jimin-ah anyway? I thought he’d be with you,” Hoseok inquires.

“He’s coming with Tae. They have some grand scheme for a paired costume I guess,” Yoongi answers, grabbing a bottle of soju from the large ice bucket filled with drinks.

“Are you wearing make-up?” Hoseok asks, leaning in closer to examine Yoongi’s face.

“Jimin insisted,” Yoongi grumbles. It was the truth, but also it just doesn’t take much for Jimin to get his way with Yoongi. So when Jimin demanded he have a smoky eye to complete the look, who was he to argue.

“You’re so whipped,” Hoseok muses with a chuckle. Yoongi can’t even argue it, so he doesn’t.

“Damn Yoongi!” A new voice says. The two men turn to see one of their other friends, Jooheon, approach them. “You cleaned up tonight. Look like a vampire prince.”

“That was the goal I’m told,” Yoongi answers, even though that wasn’t really true. But he is going to hold onto vampire prince in case he gets asked about it later.

“Ah I should have guessed Jimin was involved,” Jooheon says. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the assumption, but it is true, so he says nothing. “Where is he?”

Yoongi opens his mouth to answer but a group of loud guests pulls his attention. And then he doesn’t have to answer because Jimin is there. And he couldn’t answer because the sight of the younger just made him speechless.

Jimin is an angel, both figuratively and also literally in this instance. He is wearing all white, with white slacks and a white loose-fitting blouse with bell sleeves and a waterfall of crystals over his chest. He has wings that curve behind him beautifully and accentuate his slim figure. And his hair is now a silvery blue as opposed to the warm brown he just had. Jimin is always beautiful, but now he is downright ethereal and Yoongi’s heart feels like it might burst.

Jimin looks in his direction and their eyes meet and Yoongi feels his heart jump to his throat and try to choke him. This boy is wearing contacts. Blue contacts specifically that match his hair and Yoongi is debating whether or not he has gone actually just died and gone to heaven.

“Those two always have to go big, don’t they?” Jooheon asks, referring to Jimin and Taehyung, the latter of which Yoongi has paid zero attention to. He walks away then leaving Yoongi and Hoseok alone.

“Breathe Yoon,” Hoseok mumbles before taking a drink.

“Holy fucking shit Hobi,” Yoongi exhales since he was actually holding his breath.

“Ha Holy. And he is an angel,” Hoseok jokes. Yoongi turns his attention to him with an unamused expression that just makes the younger laugh more.

“Hi hyung.”

Yoongi snaps his attention forward and there is Jimin standing directly in front of him. He’s even more stunning up close.

“Hi Minie,” Yoongi says softly.

“I’d ask if you like my costume, but I can already tell that you do,” Jimin teases with a sly smile.

“I’ll say it anyway. You look fucking stunning Min,” Yoongi compliments.

“God you two are gross,” Hoseok comments before walking away. Jimin laughs airily while Yoongi feels his face flush.

“Does he know that I know that he knows about us?” Jimin asks casually.

“Run that by me again,” Yoongi comments which makes the younger laugh again.

“Hyung!” Taehyung calls, shoving his way between Jimin and Yoongi which makes the elder scowl slightly. Yoongi eyes the youngest and sees he is in all red, even his hair is dyed bright red and wearing red eye contact. And to fully contrast Jimin, he has devil horns.

“Tae why aren’t you in a costume?” Yoongi taunts since he interrupted his alone moment with Jimin. Jimin squawks a laugh and Taehyung looks like he is about to smack him.

“You’re so mean hyung,” Taehyung pouts dramatically.

“I saw the opportunity and I had to take it,” Yoongi reasons nonchalantly. He gets poked hard in the side by Taehyung and Jimin keeps giggling.

“Did you ask Jimin why he isn’t in a costume?” Taehyung taunts with a self-satisfied smirk.

“No but I should have.” Yoongi watches the pink blush grow on Jimin’s cheeks and the younger avert his eyes nervously. “You both look great as always.”

“Thanks Hyungie,” Taehyung singsongs, pulling Yoongi into a hug from his side and smushing his face against the elders.

“Yah get off you brat,” Yoongi complains, trying to wiggle out of Taehyung’s antics.

“Hey hyungs can one of you help me?” Jungkook asks from nearby.

“Please take me,” Yoongi replies immediately, pushing Taehyung off him before going to help Jungkook.

“You two are so dramatic,” Jimin giggles to Taehyung.

“He’s fun to annoy,” Taehyung says with a boxy smile. “Oh hey, Seojoon is here! I’ll be back.” The redhead trots away leaving Jimin alone for the moment. His eyes find Yoongi again, admiring him from afar.

"Are you two dating?"

Jimin turns to see a random girl talking to him. She's pretty with big round eyes and long black hair the flow beautifully. She's dressed as a witch in a simple look, but she is pretty enough it doesn't matter.

"Who two?" Jimin asks with a curious head tilt.

"You and Prince Charming." She peaks over Jimin's shoulder, so the angel turns to see she is talking about Yoongi who is now chatting with Jungkook and someone else.

"Oh," Jimin replies. "He's just my roommate."

Jimin feels his chest tighten at the omission of Yoongi being his best friend. Or rather the omission that he is definitely more than both of those things.

"So he is single?" she asks.

"Y-yeah, he is," Jimin answers. It is the truth but Jimin wishes it weren’t all of a sudden. The pretty girl gives him a smile before walking directly to Yoongi. Jimin watches her go and feels a knot in his stomach.

He doesn't understand what he is feeling, but he doesn't like it. He answered honestly and the truth made him uncomfortable. But why?

He watches the girl approach Yoongi and the two start talking while Jungkook wanders off with the other person. It is painfully obvious she is trying to flirt with the elder and it makes Jimin feel sick.

"You okay Minie?" Taehyung asks, eyeing the angel curiously. Jimin hums flatly which makes Taehyung furrow his brows in confusion before following Jimin's gaze.

"Oh," Taehyung says at the realization. "Do you want me to intervene?"

"No, don't do that," Jimin answers, still watching the girl talk to Yoongi, smiling flirtatiously and leaning into him when she laughs.

"But it bothers you."

"We're not together Tae."

"But-"

"There is no but. We're not together. He can flirt with whoever. Our agreement can end whenever. It's fine," Jimin says with a steady finality despite the sickness he feels turning in his stomach. He walks away then, weaving through the clusters of people towards the kitchen.

"Hey Joonie," Jimin says casually upon entering the near-empty kitchen.

"Oh hey Min," Namjoon says with a dimpled smile. "I thought you'd be dancing with Tae or teasing Yoongi."

"I just needed a little break from all the people," Jimin explains vaguely.

"I get that," Namjoon replies, patient as always. "I can leave you alone if you want.”

"No, you're fine. I don't see you often so it’s nice to hang out a little." Jimin moves closer to the elder, pushing himself up to sit on the counter next to him. "How's school going?"

They chat casually and Jimin lets his unidentified worries subside. Namjoon proceeds to tell him a story about a haywire robot in one of his engineering classes that has Jimin near rolling from laughing and Jimin forgot why he was feeling so off in the first place. Eventually, Namjoon is called over by one of his friends and Jimin pushes himself off the counter to go back out and find Taehyung.

“Hi there.”

The voice startles Jimin, and he jumps as he turns to see a man he doesn’t recognize. He is dressed as a king and it would be lying to say he doesn’t fill the part both with his looks but also his aura. The man is taller than Jimin, so the angel has to look up at him cause he is close. Too close.

“Uh hi?” Jimin asks, stepping back to get some space but bumping into the edge of the counter.

“What is someone as gorgeous as you doing all alone?”

Jimin is used to be flirted with. It happens enough that it feels natural most of the time, and he enjoys the attention and the back and forth. But this instance makes him panic and he doesn’t know why.

“I uh was just going to find my friend.”

“I can keep you company if that is what you’re looking for,” the man says closing the distance between them again. Jimin feels trapped and doesn’t know what to do in this situation. He doesn’t understand why he is reacting this way.

“Hey baby.”

Jimin whips his head to the side, recognizing the voice and the pet name, just not in this situation. Yoongi is walking up beside him and circles his arm around the younger’s waist and holds them close. Yoongi kisses his cheek affectionately and Jimin feels a wave of relief as well as an explosion in his chest at the act. Jimin doesn’t think before he is kissing Yoongi on the lips then. He doesn’t even know why he did it. Was it to get rid of the guy who was hitting on him? Was it because Yoongi was being more like a boyfriend than a best friend?

When Jimin breaks the short kiss he sees the other man walking away and relief truly hits him then. He sinks into Yoongi’s side who seems to be a little stunned by the kiss, and when Jimin looks up to Yoongi’s surprised expression he is immediately panicking again.

“Oh fuck hyung I’m sorry I didn’t-” Jimin rambles, stepping away from the younger as if touching him was a problem.

“Jimin relax,” Yoongi says calmly. “I technically started it.”

“Right,” Jimin realizes. “Why did you anyway?”

“You looked really uncomfortable. So I just stepped in I guess,” Yoongi admits, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have.”

“No I’m glad you did,” Jimin affirms, moving close to the elder again.

“What did he do? I’ve never seen you like that when getting hit on.”

“He didn’t do anything. I just got really flustered and wanted to get away,” Jimin explains, still not understanding his own reaction. Yoongi eyes him carefully, deep in thought as he processes Jimin’s response. Even Yoongi knows Jimin’s reaction is off, which doesn’t make Jimin feel any better.

“Why were you over here anyway? Last I saw you were flirting with some girl,” Jimin says, a small hint of bitterness leaking into his tone.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone,” Yoongi replies, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“You were definitely being hit on by that girl dressed as a witch.”

“Oh that,” Yoongi says in realization. “That was incredibly awkward. I only got out of it cause Tae said you were looking for me.”

“I wasn’t looking for you,” Jimin replies, now confused himself. And then he remembers the brief conversation he had with the younger prior to leaving for the kitchen.

“Oh well he said you were, so I left to find you. And here I found you.”

“Guess it oddly worked out,” Jimin muses.

“Guess so,” Yoongi remarks quietly.

“It’s kind of my fault you got trapped by the witch girl in awkward flirting,” Jimin admits awkwardly, not sure why he is bringing it up.

“Oh?” Yoongi asks, quirking an eyebrow at the younger. “How?”

“She asked if we were dating which we aren’t, so I said no. And then she asked if you were single which you technically are, so I said yes and then she approached you,” Jimin explains, getting more embarrassed having brought it up the longer he talks.

“Ah,” Yoongi says in realization, worrying his bottom lip briefly. “That doesn’t make it your fault. You just told her the truth.”

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales.

But I wish that wasn’t the truth.

“You okay?” Yoongi asks, frowning a little seeing Jimin seem down.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jimin answers. He doesn’t feel totally fine, but he doesn’t understand why.

“Do you want to leave?” Yoongi asks. “We could go home and enjoy the rest of tonight just the two of us.”

The offer makes Jimin’s heart bloom with hope. He tries to hold back his eagerness a little bit though, since they are just friends with benefits.

“What about Tae?”

“Pretty sure I saw him with Hobi. So if I had to guess they are making out by now.”

Jimin laughs at the insinuation, but it is totally plausible. “We should at least give them a heads up we’re leaving.”

“You can be my guest with that. I don’t want to lose a finger cause one of those horny maniacs bites it off.”

“Hyung!” Jimin laughs, pushing him playful for his dramatics. They agree to at least find Namjoon and give him a heads up in case the other two are looking for them later. As they weave through the crowd of partygoers, Yoongi holding Jimin’s hand to not lose him in it, they pass the girl who was flirting with Yoongi earlier in the night. She makes eye contact with Jimin and she looks both shocked and pissed, and that makes Jimin feel proud for some reason. He’ll analyze that later.

“I am the luckiest person at this entire party,” Yoongi says once they’ve exited the house and start making their way to his car.

“And why is that?” Jimin asks, amused by Yoongi’s proclamation.

“Because” Yoongi starts, turning suddenly and holding Jimin close. Jimin can feel the hot breath from Yoongi on his lips and the burning desire to kiss him is heating his whole body. “I get to take the most beautiful person to exist home.”

“That’s really cheesy,” Jimin mumbles, feeling drunk on how close Yoongi is to him.

“It’s the truth. You made me speechless and stop breathing when I saw you for the first time tonight,” Yoongi admits, moving his hand to cup Jimin’s face gently.

“Really?” Jimin asks sheepishly. He looks into Yoongi’s eyes that flicker between fondness and desire and it’s an intoxicating look Jimin never wants to give up now.

“Really. You’re so beautiful Jimin and-”

Yoongi is cut off by Jimin surging into a kiss, firm and passionate. The younger tilts his head to deepen it and slips his arms around Yoongi’s neck and hands into his hair. The kiss is so undeniably filled with want and this is the only thing Jimin has understood tonight. He wants Yoongi. He wants him now.

“Take me home hyung,” Jimin whispers when he breaks the kiss. Neither move from each other right away, both looking at each other with lust-filled eyes and a near suffocating sexual tension. Yoongi moves in to kiss him again before pulling away fully.

“Let’s go then.”

The rest of the walk to Yoongi’s car and the drive home is a blur to Jimin. His mind is solely focused on Yoongi and he feels like he might implode if he doesn’t have him soon. The car is barely parked when Jimin jumps out of car and bounds up the stairs.

“You’re very excited,” Yoongi points out, eyeing the impatient younger who is waiting at the door.

“Need you hyung,” Jimin says. “Need you so bad.”

Yoongi doesn’t wait to unlock the door and is shoved in by the younger who promptly slams the door shut and locks it. Yoongi has just enough time to compose himself when Jimin grabs him by his jacket and pulls him into a bruising kiss.

“Whoa baby slow down,” Yoongi pants, holding Jimin firmly in place so he can pull back from him to speak.

“Can’t. Want you so bad,” Jimin slurs before trying to lean into another kiss.

“You’ll have me just slow down a little first.”

“Fine,” Jimin sighs. He does feel a little out of control. But is also feels right and he doesn’t want to question this and try and understand his feelings. He just wants Yoongi. “Your room.”

“Okay,” Yoongi says softly before pulling Jimin into a slow kiss. Jimin melts into it and it turns sensual quickly and Jimin’s arousal is boiling inside him. Yoongi pulls away then to go to his room, holding Jimin’s hand to pull him along and the thrum of excitement is pulsing through the younger.

They go towards the bed and Jimin pulls on Yoongi’s hand to bring the elder towards him. He grabs the elder’s face and pulls him into a passionate kiss. They somehow manage to make it to the bed like that, falling in together with Jimin on top of Yoongi.

“You really are an angel,” Yoongi says, eyeing the younger above him. “So beautiful.”

Jimin smiles brightly and his heart flips at the softness of the compliment. Often in sexual experiences he is referred to as hot or sexy. But Yoongi always calls him beautiful. And it hits the younger in the heart every time. Yoongi’s hands wander over Jimin’s body with so much care and reverence, like he is touching something so precious. It makes Jimin feel special and cared for and loved.

Loved. Is that what this is?

Jimin’s thoughts are interrupted as Yoongi pulls off his blouse, wings included, and starts roaming his hands over his bare skin. Yoongi kisses him softly on the lips before moving down to his neck and sucking softly on the most sensitivity spots that make Jimin mewl with need.

“Hyung,” Jimin pants as Yoongi gently bites a spot on his neck that is super sensitivity. “Want to touch you.” Jimin pulls on the jacket that Yoongi is still wearing to get his point across and Yoongi hums in understanding against his neck.

“You need to get off me baby,” Yoongi exhales. Jimin begrudgingly moves off the elder and goes to lie in the center of the bed. Yoongi sheds the jacket and vest, untying the bow and tossing the fabric aside to then unbutton his shirt.

“You’re so handsome hyung,” Jimin says without thinking, watching the elder shed the shirt finally and move to hover over the younger.

“Thank you baby,” he says softly before slowly kissing the younger. Jimin moves his hands over Yoongi’s pale skin as they continue their lip lock. Yoongi slides his tongue into the younger’s mouth and swallows the quiet moans and whimpers eagerly.

“Want you in me,” Jimin pants when they break the kiss. “Prep me hyung.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi replies, kissing him once more before moving to take of Jimin’s pants. “Fuck baby again?”

Jimin props himself on his elbows with a confused look and follows Yoongi’s gaze to understand what he is referencing. And he should have known it would be the white lace panties. Yoongi trails his fingers over the delicate lace that lays on his hips before leaning forward to softly kiss the younger’s erection that’s trapped under the lace. Jimin sucks in a hard breath at the action and Yoongi is quickly hovering Jimin again.

“Always so pretty for me,” Yoongi says quietly.

“Only for you,” Jimin adds. He pulls Yoongi into a kiss again before pulling away and grabbing Yoongi’s waistband. “Off.”

Yoongi smiles softly before moving off of Jimin and doing as he asks, coming back in only his underwear. He grabs the lube off the nightstand before pulling off the lace panties and disposing them with the rest of their clothes.

“Roll over baby,” Yoongi requests, opening the bottle and pouring the cool liquid onto his fingers.

“No,” Jimin pants. “I want to see you.”

Yoongi gives him an intense stare that Jimin can’t fully read but the elder doesn’t say anything more, instead choosing to move Jimin’s legs how he needs and propping a pillow under his hips. Yoongi is circling his hold shortly after before pushing his first finger in.

Jimin is panting hard watching Yoongi open him. He usually can’t really see the elder doing this as it is easier to prep from behind. But Jimin needs to see Yoongi. He needs Yoongi.

“So good baby. Doing so good,” Yoongi praises softly as he moves his one finger inside.

“More hyung,” Jimin pants, desperate to feel Yoongi more. Yoongi obliges, sliding a second finger in and scissoring to open Jimin more. As he does this, Yoongi leans forward and licks up Jimin’s cock, making the younger whine hard. “A-ah hyung feels good.”

Yoongi repeats the action a couple of times as he moves the two fingers inside. He then adds a third and focuses on prepping Jimin, barely grazing his prostate which makes Jimin whimper.

“Hyung hyung please want you,” Jimin whines, the fingers not enough.

“Okay baby,” Yoongi says before pulling his fingers out. He starts to reach for the nightstand drawer when Jimin grabs his arm.  

“I want to feel you. Really feel you,” Jimin explains, his chest rising and falling quickly with his anticipation. He didn’t think this through first. His want for Yoongi is directing him entirely and he wants no barrier between them.

“A-are you sure?” Yoongi asks, a little stunned by the request.

“Yeah. I’m clean and only with you. Are you clean?”

“Yeah.”

“Then please hyung. Want to feel all of you.”

Jimin hears the low groan come from Yoongi as he pulls his arm back. He adjusts Jimin’s position and grabs the lube again. He strips of his boxers and begins coating himself in a generous amount of lube before lining up to enter the younger. Jimin’s heart is racing, more so than usual when they have sex. And he’s not going to analyze why. His senses are full of Yoongi and he wants to keep it that way.

“Ready baby?” Yoongi asks, eyeing the younger carefully.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

Yoongi presses his tip against Jimin’s hole and it already feels so different and so good. He pushes in further and both of them are groaning and gasping with pleasure as Yoongi goes all the way. Once he bottoms out, Yoongi supports himself with his forearms framing Jimin’s head.

“Fuck baby you feel even better,” Yoongi pants. He closes the space between them in a delicate kiss that Jimin happily returns.

“Hyung. God you feel so good. So fucking good,” Jimin pants, getting lost in the feeling of Yoongi all over him.

“Can I move?” Yoongi asks softly with another kiss.

“Yes please.”

Yoongi pushes up to his hands and starts rolling his hips slowly with shallow thrusts. They are both breathing heavy and moaning at the delicious drag of condom-free sex. Yoongi starts pulling further out before sliding back in, and they are both groaning loudly.

“God hyung its so good. You’re so good,” Jimin moans.

“You’re better,” Yoongi grunts, starting to go faster and equally as deep. “Fuck baby feels amazing. Only want this now.”

“A-ah Yoongi please,” Jimin begs. He doesn’t even know what he wants. His brain is fuzzy with arousal and Yoongi and nothing else. Yoongi interprets it as going harder, snapping his hips more as he slams into the younger. Jimin cries out in pleasure and holds onto Yoongi’s forearms to ground himself.

“So good baby. Taking my raw cock so well,” Yoongi praises, his orgasm coiling in his abdomen from how great Jimin feels. Jimin moans hard at the praise and clenches hard as well. “F-fuck baby getting tighter for me shit.”

“Kiss me hyung please kiss me,” Jimin begs. Yoongi does so without hesitation, kissing Jimin hungrily and swallowing every gasp and moan he pulls from the younger. Yoongi moves slightly to better kiss Jimin and the new angle has him hitting Jimin’s prostate directly.

“There hyung right there don’t stop,” Jimin pants between trying to keep kissing Yoongi. He needs the elder close all over and holds Yoongi’s face to his to kiss through their moans.

“Baby I’m close,” Yoongi warns, starting to lose his rhythm as his climax burns inside him.

“Me too hyung just don’t stop,” Jimin pants, still holding Yoongi’s face close to his. Yoongi shifts his weight to be supported on one arm and used his now free hand to stroke Jimin to his release.

“F-fuck ah Yoongi I-I’m…” Jimin rambles as a warning before pulling him into a sloppy kiss full of tongue. Jimin whines into the kiss as he cums, insisting on keeping close through his climax. He feels hot and covered in chills as he hits his high, shaking as well as it wracks through his body. It is so intense and feels so different than every other orgasm he has had. Yoongi stops stroking him to support himself again and keeps thrusting into Jimin as he comes down from his high.

“Yoongi please,” Jimin whispers against the elder lips. “Fill me. Fill me with your cum.”

“A-ah fuck J-Jimin,” Yoongi stutters before he is cumming inside the younger, coating his walls in white and pumping himself through it. It feels so different and Yoongi’s body shakes with his release, panting hard through it as Jimin kisses his face and neck.

“Fuck baby ah,” Yoongi pants as he starts to come down. He slows his thrusts to a stop, keeping inside the younger as he snakes his arms under Jimin’s back to hold him close. He moves them onto their sides, facing each other and him still inside.

Jimin is still drunk on his need for Yoongi, so he is pulling him into a languid kiss and pressing his body close to the elder. Yoongi just follows his actions since he is still coming back to reality and hums in contentment at Jimin’s continuous need to be kissing.

“Baby we need to breathe,” Yoongi chuckles softly after pulling out of the kiss.

“Want you close hyung,” Jimin admits.

“I’m right here Min,” Yoongi reassures, hugging Jimin closer then. They stay like that for a while, Jimin nuzzling into the elder’s neck and his warm breath skating over Yoongi’s skin. Yoongi grazes his fingertips over the younger’s back and he feels Jimin relax fully into him.

“We need to shower Minie,” Yoongi says softly. He’s gone soft inside Jimin and it will be a mess if he pulls out here.

“Carry me?” Jimin asks cutely and Yoongi smiles softly before kissing his forehead gently.

“Okay. Sit up for me.”

After some awkward maneuvering, Yoongi is carrying Jimin into the bathroom and the shower. Jimin toes down out of Yoongi’s hold so Yoongi can fully pull out but is quick to stay close to the elder and kiss him again.

“Are you okay baby?” Yoongi asks softly as he turns the water on to a comfortable temperature. He can tell something has shifted with Jimin, but not sure what.

“Yeah. Just want to be near you,” Jimin explains, keeping to his word and holding onto the elder.

They wash in silence, Jimin keeping close throughout and Yoongi not minding it in the slightest. Once out of the shower, with towels around their waists, this is the moment where Jimin should leave. They agreed they don’t stay, but Jimin’s heart aches at the thought.

He isn’t left to think about it long because Yoongi is pulling him close, one hand on his waist and the other cradling his face to kiss each other softly.

“Stay,” Yoongi says softly, resting his forehead against the younger’s. “Stay with me tonight.”

Jimin takes in a shaky breath before whispering back “Okay.”

Yoongi kisses him again then and Jimin’s heart explodes with affection and fondness and more want. But not a sexual want. He wants Yoongi in every way and the realization is both liberating and terrifying. But everything is better with Yoongi there, kissing him gently and holding him close.

Yoongi pulls away to grabs sweats for each of them, pulling his on before getting into the bed. Jimin is a little frozen, slowly pulling the pants on and tentatively approaching the bed. But then he sees Yoongi’s sleepy expression and soft smile and everything eases. He slides under the covers and Yoongi pulls him close right away. Jimin holds on to him to keep him close as he relaxes in his arms, feeling sleep wash over him.

They don’t speak at all and the only sound in the room is their even breathing. Jimin’s head is resting over Yoongi’s heart and he falls sleep to the steady beating and overall warmth of being next to the elder.

Yoongi doesn’t fall asleep right away and watches as the younger peacefully drifts off and falls into a deep sleep laying on him. Yoongi would run away from this before, fearing he’d slip up and admit things he shouldn’t. This isn’t just sex and thus isn’t part of their agreement. But he knows this agreement is changing. He could feel it in the way Jimin needed him. It was definitely more than just sex. Yoongi doesn’t know how much more or how long this will last, but he wants to enjoy this while he can.

Even if it is only for tonight.

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Yoongi is the first to wake and he’s so relieved he didn’t just dream last night. Jimin is actually in his bed, sleeping soundly on his side facing away from the elder. Yoongi admires the boy fondly. He’d never think this moment would happen and now that it has, he always wants to wake up next to Jimin.

Don’t get used to it.

Yoongi sighs at that thought. It is the right way to think, but he wants to enjoy this. He’ll probably never get this again.

He moves closer to the younger to spoon him from behind, draping his arm over Jimin’s waist and holding him close. Jimin stirs slightly but remains asleep, so Yoongi relaxes into the position and nuzzles into Jimin’s neck. He trails featherlight kisses where he can reach and Jimin stirs some more, leaning back into the embrace with a happy hum.

“Morning,” Jimin mumbles, his eyes still closed with no indication of opening them.

“Good morning baby,” Yoongi says softly. He gets another happy hum from the younger and he feels his heart soar. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm” Jimin hums. “’S a nice way to wake up.”

“What is?”

“Cuddles and kisses.”

Yoongi smiles against Jimin’s neck before kissing him again there.

I can give this to you every day.

Yoongi bites back from letting the thought slip into speech. He props himself on his elbow to look down at the younger who rolls onto his back and looks up at him sleepily.

“Pretty,” Yoongi mumbles quietly, tucking a stray strand of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. He watches Jimin eyes him carefully and wishes he could read his mind. Before either can speak though, a phone starts to ring loudly.

“That’s yours,” Jimin says sleepily. Yoongi wants to ignore it. He wants to pretend no one exists but him and Jimin. But he can’t do that. He rolls away from Jimin and off the bed, digging through last nights discarded clothes for his pants and eventually getting his phone.

“Hey hyung,” Yoongi answers, acutely aware of Jimin watching him from the bed.

“Thank fuck someone answers,” Seokjin says exasperatedly. “Can you and Jimin come in for an event today?”

“Today?”

“Yeah. I know you’re both usually off today, but I was just looking at the schedule and we’ll be way understaffed if you two don’t come in.”

“Seriously hyung?” Yoongi groans. His plan of spending his whole day in bed with Jimin, albeit a far-fetched one to begin with, has not completely disintegrated.

“Please Yoongi. I already tried like half the other servers and no one was answering.”

“Ugh okay fine. When is it?” Yoongi says grumpily.

“Prep starts in an hour.”

“An hour?!”

“I know! I’m sorry.”

“Fine. I’ll let Jimin-ah know.” Yoongi sees Jimin quirk and eyebrow at him from the bed and his mood sours further knowing that they have to leave their bubble.

“I owe you both,” is the last thing Seokjin says before hanging up.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks, leaving the bed then and crossing over to Yoongi.

“That was Seokjin,” Yoongi starts. “He says the understaffed today’s event and need us to come in.”

“In an hour?” Jimin asks.

“Unfortunately.”

Yoongi watches Jimin’s expression carefully and the younger is mostly unreadable. He seems a little disappointed, but definitely not as disappointed as Yoongi feels.

“We should get ready then,” Jimin says flatly, no discernable emotion to it.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs. Jimin walks away then and out of Yoongi’s room for his own. Yoongi walks back to the bed and collapses onto it, resisting the urge to scream. The one time he has the man he has loved for years in his bed intimately without sex and it gets ruined by his shitty part-time job.

He resentfully forces himself to get up and get ready, giving no fucks about how he looks beyond combing his hair and putting on the all-black outfit he’s required to wear. He leaves his room shortly after to acquire his necessary-to-function coffee and Jimin is there already, handing him a full mug with a soft smile.

“Thanks,” Yoongi mumbles. Turning away because seeing Jimin is just a reminder of his failed plans. He sits at their small table, zoning out as he drinks his coffee, and he is so out of it he doesn’t come to until he is hit with something.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi says, more in surprise than annoyance.

“Finally. I was trying to talk to you and you were so zoned out.”

“Oh…sorry.”

“What’s wrong? Besides the obvious we’re going to work on our day off,” Jimin inquires, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal.

“Nothing,” Yoongi sighs, knowing it’s not a buyable answer. “What did you throw at me?”

“A granola bar. You need to eat before we go. Otherwise I’m scared you might lose your shit.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“You’re already in a grumpy mood.”

Yoongi grumbles incoherently because he has no good defense for his depressed mood. Jimin probing about it doesn’t help either.

“Hyung, let my hypothesize,” Jimin starts, discarding is empty bowl in the sink before walking over to Yoongi. “You’re upset that we couldn’t just be lazy all day together. Or fuck all day.”

“I don’t constantly want to fuck you Jimin,” Yoongi sighs.

“Okay so it’s the former.”

“Let’s just go,” Yoongi says, bypassing the conversation as a whole and heading towards the door to leave. He slips on his shoes and double checks he has his keys and phone and is about to check if the younger is ready when Jimin grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss.

“Hyung please don’t be mad about this,” Jimin requests calmly. “We’ll have other lazy days.”

Yoongi wants to say they can’t, that it won’t be the same, that he doesn’t understand. But he can’t say any of that without confessing and now is not the time.

“Do you want another kiss?” Jimin asks sweetly, gently caressing Yoongi’s cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah,” Yoongi answer shyly. Jimin smiles softly before connecting their lips again. They move their lips in tandem gently, both have their eyes closed as they melt into the moment. Just when Yoongi wants to deepen it, Jimin pulls away and drops his hands.

“Lets go,” Jimin says softly before pulling the door open and stepping out of their apartment. Yoongi follows, feeling only marginally better because now he just wants to kiss Jimin until the day turns to night.

The drive to work is silent between them, both lost in their own thoughts and both wanting to know what the other is thinking. It remains like that as they walk into the building and they meet a very apologetic looking Seokjin.

“Uh hi guys,” he says, looking like he is nervous to say something.

“What is it hyung?” Yoongi asks, seeing through the bullshit immediately.

“Don’t get mad,” Seokjin starts, which does not help with the avoiding getting mad request. “But I was wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“We’re actually staffed fine today. I mixed up events and staff lists on accident,” Seokjin explains.

“So we are here for no reason?” Yoongi asks, his irritancy spiking.

“Technically yes.”

“It’s an honest mistake,” Jimin says, more to Yoongi than Seokjin. Jimin grabs Yoongi’s arm like an anchor for the elder to not lose his shit. He knows Yoongi too well.

“I’m sorry. But since you’re already here, is it too much to ask you to stick around in case something does go wrong? You’ll get paid of course.”

“We can stay,” Jimin answers before Yoongi can. The elder snaps his head to glare at the younger who is smiling politely at Seokjin and ignoring him entirely. “We’ll just be in the backroom.”

“I owe you both,” Seokjin says with a relieved sigh before leaving. Jimin is already pulling Yoongi away towards the employees only hall and down to the small backroom that acts as a sad break room.

“Why did you say we could stay?” Yoongi asks, a bit harsher than he wants to speak to Jimin but he’s too annoyed to stop it.

“Because I have an idea. But I need you to calm down first,” Jimin explains calmly.

“But we could go home.”

“Will you at least listen to my idea first?”

“Fine,” Yoongi sighs, feeling a little bad for being snappy to Jimin who has done nothing to deserve it. They get to the backroom in question, which has a scattering amount of chairs and shelves for storage. Jimin shoves Yoongi into the sturdiest looking chair before straddling him and kissing him hard. Yoongi goes wide eyed at the action and pushes the younger back by his shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“Hyung I’m not exactly happy we had to get out of bed to come here uselessly either. But we can take advantage of it instead of being irritated by it.”

“What does that mean?”

“There is an attic space above the event hall.”

“How do you know that?”

“Jisoo told me. Anyway, the way up there is pretty secluded, and we’d have more privacy with less risk.”

“Are you suggesting we fuck in the attic at work?” Yoongi asks, get more shocked by the suggestion they more he says.

“Yes, I am,” Jimin says confidently. “I got robbed of morning sex, so I want to make up for it.”

Yoongi blinks at the younger with wide eyes for the audacity of thinking of this. But what feels more audacious is the fact Yoongi is fully onboard with his logic. He got robbed of what he wanted, so they might as well make up for it.

“We don’t have anything baby,” Yoongi reasons, needing to have some logic before just running with the insanity.

“Already thought of that,” Jimin answers with a sly smile. He grabs his backpack and unzips the front pocket to pull out a bottle of lube.

“It will be a mess without a condom,” Yoongi reasons further despite his weakening resolve.

“Thought of that too,” Jimin says before digging into his bag again. Yoongi expects him to pull out condoms, but instead he brings out the sapphire jeweled butt plug.

“You…I…what?” Yoongi stammers, his brain short circuiting at the implication.

“Can’t make a mess if we keep it inside,” Jimin explains calmly and Yoongi chokes on the air. Jimin smiles smugly at the elder before putting the plug and bottle back into his bag before shouldering it.

“You are insane,” Yoongi says when he regains some composure.

“It’s ingenuity hyung,” Jimin reasons. He leans forward to whisper into Yoongi’s ear, “And then later you can fuck me with your cum.”

“Fuck Jimin,” Yoongi gasps, his brain short circuiting again. “Since when were you so filthy?”

“Since we started having kinkier sex. We don’t have to do the second thing, but I do want you to fuck me in the attic. Will you?”

“Shit,” Yoongi swear breathily, all of his logic out the window now. “Yeah yeah okay.”

Jimin grins wickedly before kissing Yoongi firmly, licking into the elder’s mouth eagerly and nipping his bottom lip with his teeth. Jimin rolls his hips down into Yoongi’s lap and the elder can feel his pants fitting tighter.

“We should wait till the event starts,” Yoongi pants. Jimin furrows his brows in confusion at the specific request.

“Why?”

“We’re less likely to be needed after the event starts.” Yoongi then mimics Jimin by leaning forward to whisper “And then I can fuck you with all the people below us. Imagine if they heard your cries of pleasure as I fuck you hard just above their heads.”

Jimin whines in his throat at the implication of being heard by all the guests. The thrill of potentially getting caught is what buzzes through him and he feels himself already getting hard.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” Jimin pants.

“You’ll just have to be good and do it anyway baby,” Yoongi says calmly. “Can you be good for me?”

Jimin nods with a whimper. “Can I stay here at least?”

“On my lap?” Jimin nods again. “Don’t you think that will looks suspicious if someone does come for us?”

“I don’t really care.”

“Baby we’re at work.”

“Still don’t care.”

“And we’re…” Yoongi fades his statement out. They’re not together and that is the real scandal. But he hates admitting it because he really wishes they were together.

“Not together,” Jimin supplies, his voice even which hurts Yoongi. It just solidifies how Hoseok is wrong and Jimin doesn’t want a relationship.

“Yeah that.”

“Hyung,” Jimin starts and Yoongi tries not to get hopeful for what Jimin could say next. “I just want to be close.”

“You want to be close a lot suddenly,” Yoongi points out. “Why is that?”

Jimin stays quiet, worrying his bottom lip in thought and not looking at Yoongi.

“I don’t know. I just do,” Jimin answer shyly.

Yoongi remembers the shift he felt last night with the younger and it is back again.

Maybe he’s falling for you after all.

Don’t project your feelings.

“Okay fine you can stay,” Yoongi relents, choosing to focus on what’s here and now and not what could be or what ifs. Jimin smiles cutely before kissing Yoongi on the cheek and draping his arms over his shoulders.

“I forgot to ask you before,” Yoongi starts, his hands resting on Jimin’s waist as they naturally do now. “How the hell did you dye your hair blue without me noticing?”

“A lot of hats,” Jimin answers with a laugh. “Did you not notice how I was wearing bucket hats every day for like three days?”

“Not at all.”

“You were probably always staring at my ass.”

“I’m not always staring at your ass!”

“But you do stare. You can’t lie.”

“Yeah, but not always. Like right now, can’t even see it.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t have a choice. If you had the choice, you’d be staring.”

“Technicalities.”

Jimin laughs brightly then and then smiles his eye crescent smile.

“That’s my favorite smile,” Yoongi muses mindlessly.

“What?”

“When you smile so big your eyes squint into a crescent shape. It’s my favorite.” Yoongi watches the blush color Jimin’s cheeks as the younger smiles shyly and averts his gaze.

“My favorite smile is your gummy smile,” Jimin says, recovering from his momentary shyness.

“My what?”

“Gummy smile. When you smile so big, I can see your gums. It’s cute and rare.”

“Why is it rare?”

“You know you have a grumpy exterior. And your like normal smile is just a smile. Your gummy smile only shows when you are really, really happy.”

“So I’m just not a happy person?”

“I didn’t say that” Jimin pouts.

“I’m just teasing baby,” Yoongi admits with a soft smile.

“Your gummy smile is saved for your happiest moments, so it is special.” Jimin explains further. “I want to see it more.”

“I’m sure you can figure out a way to make that happen Min.”

“Challenge accepted,” Jimin says with a mischievous smile that makes Yoongi laugh.

After about half an hour of random chitchat and stolen kisses, neither of them have the patience to wait anymore. Jimin is quick to get off of Yoongi then, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and leaving the room before Yoongi has even stood from the chair. The elder follows eventually, trying his best to not seem to eager more for the sake of if others see them than for Jimin.

They head down the hall heading further away from the kitchen until they reach a non-descript door painted the same color as the wall, as if to have it blend in and be unnoticeable. Jimin opens it and starts up the stairs quickly while Yoongi checks for any observers before following, shutting the door quietly behind him. The stairs are creaky, which doesn’t help Yoongi’s anxiety about all of this. The chance of getting caught is both exhilarating and terrifying, and ultimately Yoongi doesn’t want to get caught.

“Hyung stop creeping and just get over here,” Jimin says, voice hushes slightly but seeming much more calm than the elder.

The attic is barely that when actually seen. The ceiling is fairly low and both of them have to slouch to not hit there heads on it. It’s empty, not even used as a storage space, which makes Yoongi feel very exposed. If anyone comes up here while they are at it, they have no way of hiding what they are doing.

“You brought a blanket?” Yoongi asks quietly as he watches Jimin unroll the familiar piece of fabric.

“Yes.”

“You are very prepared for this seemingly spontaneous decisions.”

“I put a blanket, a butt plug, and a bottle of lube in a backpack and you think that is prepared?”

“Yes.”

Jimin shakes his head with a small laugh as he grabs the last two items from the bag and places them nearby his little setup. To be honest, Jimin being even this small amount of prepared is comforting to the elder. Jimin then sits down on the blanket and looks up expectantly at Yoongi.

“What are you waiting for? Come fuck me.”

“Wow you’re so romantic,” Yoongi laughs quietly.

“I’m impatient,” Jimin corrects, kicking his shoes off while Yoongi drops down next to him and does the same.

“You could at least set the mood,” Yoongi teases. He should have seen it coming when Jimin straddles him then, but he is still startled somehow by the younger’s forwardness.

“Like this?” Jimin asks in a low voice before kissing Yoongi sensually. They way Jimin kisses Yoongi feels like they have all the time in the world, and it makes everything else fade from Yoongi’s senses. It is just him and Jimin and that is all he ever wants.

The kiss gets more heated and soon enough it is full of tongue and their soft moans and whimpers. Yoongi’s hands roam to Jimin’s ass and squeeze hard, making Jimin mewl out of the kiss and start rocking his hips against Yoongi.

“We’ll have to be quiet baby,” Yoongi says, his voice hushed.

“I thought you wanted everyone to hear my cries of pleasure,” Jimin taunts with a smirk.

“Those are just for me,” Yoongi replies and Jimin whines softly. “Can I prep you now?”

Jimin nods quickly before moving off Yoongi’s lap and shimmying out of his pants and boxers before pulling his shirt off. Yoongi does the same, better to keep their clothes as clean as possible, and grabs the lube to coat his fingers.

“Roll over. It’ll be easier,” Yoongi instructs. Jimin does so and pushes his ass up for the elder who is still obsessed with this view if he is completely honest. He lovingly squeezes Jimin’s ass before moving to start stretching the younger.

“Baby is still open from last night,” Yoongi says with a smirk as his first finger slides in with no resistance. He adds a second right away and Jimin whimpers softly at the stretch then. Yoongi works with two for a while before adding a third and rubbing his fingertips into Jimin’s prostate until he is squirming.

“Hyung please,” Jimin whines, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on Yoongi’s fingers.

“Baby wants my cock now?”

“Y-yes please want it.”

Yoongi pulls his fingers out and grabs the lube again, slicking himself eagerly and his heart rate spikes knowing he gets to fuck Jimin raw again.

“How do you want it beautiful?” he asks, kissing the small of Jimin’s back. Jimin rolls back over on his back before answering, “Wanna ride you.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi pants. The switch positions and Jimin straddles the elder’s hips, holding Yoongi’s dick to guide it inside as he sinks down on it.

“Fuck baby you feel so fucking good,” Yoongi pants as Jimin slides down his length slowly. The younger bottoms out with a long exhale and leans forward to connect their lips in a soft kiss while he adjusts. They both get lost in the kiss; only remembering that Yoongi is inside Jimin when the latter instinctually starts rolling his hips.

“Fuck hyung so full,” Jimin moans softly, circling his hips to feel all of Yoongi in him. “You fill me so good.”

“Show me baby,” Yoongi prompts. Jimin sits up properly, stabilizing himself with his hands on Yoongi’s chest as he starts to rise before sliding back down.

“F-fuck,” Jimin says as he goes down, a shiver rolling through him. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah? My cock feels good in you baby?”

Jimin whimpers and nods as he continues rising and falling at a slow pace. He starts to go faster, still rising to the tip and sliding down to feel every inch re-enter him. Yoongi slides his hands down the younger’s thighs before moving back up to his hip and over to squeeze his ass.

Jimin starts bouncing faster and harder chasing his orgasm, his volume getting louder and making Yoongi groan hard under him.

“Baby you’re getting loud,” Yoongi warns.

“Can’t help it. You just feels so goddamn good,” Jimin pants. Yoongi pulls the younger forward into a heated kiss, swallowing all of Jimin’s moans and whimpers. Jimin stops bouncing so Yoongi thrusts up into him, making Jimin gasp out of the kiss. “Fuck me hyung please fuck me.”

Yoongi plants his feet onto the floor and snaps his hips harder into Jimin, holding him close to his chest. Jimin muffles is moans into Yoongi’s neck which motivates Yoongi to go harder and faster.

“Imagine all the people below us right now. Imagine what they’d think if they knew I was fucking you so good up here,” Yoongi growls.

“A-ah hyung fuck,” Jimin groans, gripping the elder’s shoulder hard to ground himself.

“They wish they could see how fucking gorgeous you look riding my cock,” Yoongi grunts, pounding as hard into Jimin as he can muster. Jimin shifts slightly a cries loudly, forcing Yoongi to kiss him hard to silence him.

“There hyung right there don’t stop,” Jimin pants. Yoongi does as requested, pushing gasps and swears out of the younger with each hit on his prostate. Yoongi pushes two fingers to Jimin’s lips in a feigned attempt to keep him quieter and the younger opens his mouth to suck on them, which works much better.

“Fuck baby you want all your holes filled huh?” Yoongi grunts, the familiar coil of his orgasm tightening. Jimin hums around his fingers in response and moans as his own orgasm building.

Yoongi can tell Jimin is close by how he is clenching around him and breathing erratically, so he pulls his fingers away from the younger’s mouth, cradling Jimin’s head to position it into his neck to muffle the inevitable wail of his climax.

“Fuck baby so good. Want you to cum for me,” Yoongi encourages, rolling his hips into his thrusts more.

“A-ah hyung I’m gonna ah!” Jimin rambles, voice successfully muffled as he cries out with his release. Yoongi can feel the warmth of Jimin’s cum spill onto his stomach as Jimin’s erection is pressed between their stomachs. Jimin is biting down onto Yoongi’s shoulder as he moans through it. Yoongi slows his pace to a steady slide as Jimin hits his high and starts to come down, his body going lax against the elder.

“Fill me hyung,” Jimin mumbles after a while of being slowly rocked into. With a soft groan, Yoongi pushes in fully and holds Jimin close to roll over. Now hovering over the younger with arms supporting him, he goes back to his brutal pace that has Jimin writing under him from oversensitivity.

“Feels so good Jimin ah fuck you’re so good,” Yoongi pants, orgasm racing towards him quickly now.

“Hyung please,” Jimin pleads and after a few more thrusts he his pushing in hard and filling Jimin with his cum. His muscles twitch from the exertion and he groan roars out of him throughout it. After his hitting his high, he drops down to supporting himself on his forearms, forehead resting against Jimin’s as they breath heavily.

“We just fucked at work,” Yoongi pants as reality is restored. He says it like a grand revelation and Jimin giggles softly under him.

“Yeah, we did,” Jimin agrees. “And it was good.”

“So good,” Yoongi agrees before kissing Jimin softly.

“The plug hyung,” Jimin reminds him.

“You sure about that?” Yoongi asks, seeking final confirmation.

“Yeah. Wanna keep you inside.”

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi exhales with a groan. He finds the butt plug and moves to pull out slowly. He sees his cum start to leak out of Jimin and the sinful sight sends a spark of new arousal though him. He plugs Jimin before any can fully come out and the younger gasps at the cold metal feeling entering him.

“So about fucking you with my cum,” Yoongi starts getting a breathy laugh from the younger.

“Not here hyung. Already risked enough as is. Pretty sure I could be heard.”

“I told you to be quiet.”

“And then you fuck me like that and it is impossible.”

They both chuckle softly before getting dressed again. They make sure they both look presentable and that they aren’t leaving anything up there before leaving the attic. They decide to check in at the kitchen in case someone went looking for them and Yoongi notices the subtle way Jimin’s walk has changed, presumably because of the plug in his ass.

They walk in enough to see if anyone cares about their existence and when no one does, they decide it is safe enough to just go home. There is a comfortable silence the whole drive home and as they go up to their apartment. Once shoes off inside, Yoongi pulls Jimin into a back hug, kissing his neck in his most sensitive spots.

“Can I interest you in going back to bed?” Yoongi asks, voice low speaking directly into Jimin’s ear.

“Please,” Jimin replies, pushing his ass back into Yoongi and feeling the elder’s returned erection. “Someone is already ready to go.”

“I was ready when I saw my cum start to leak out of you,” Yoongi admits, his voice raspy with arousal.

“Look who is the filthy one now.”

“Your fault,” Yoongi says before thrusting into Jimin and making him yelp. Yoongi returns to suck softly on Jimin’s neck and can feel the younger whimper under his lips. Jimin is gripping Yoongi’s arms that around his waist to steady himself and tilts his head to give Yoongi more access. The elder obliges, sucking hard just behind Jimin’s ear and making Jimin suck in a harsh breath.

“Need you,” Jimin whispers, sinking into Yoongi’s hold some. The elder smirks to himself before guiding Jimin to his bedroom. The bed is still a mess from when they slept in it and neither of them give a shit. Jimin turns to face Yoongi and kisses him hard as he pulls the elder into the bed with him. They exchange needy kisses as if they haven’t already been all over each other today and soon they are stripped of their clothes again.

“Wanna fuck you from behind,” Yoongi growls into Jimin’s ear. The younger is quick to roll over and get on all fours, presenting his ass to Yoongi and showing the sparkling jewel of the butt plug. Yoongi pulls and pushes on the plug before pulling it out with an obscene pop. The mix of cum and lube starts to trickle again and Yoongi is quick to thrust in with an easy slide to keep it in again.

“Move hyung,” Jimin whines, wiggling his hips to feel Yoongi inside. Yoongi starts thrusting steadily, eyes fixated on his cock entering the younger as he uses his own cum as lube.

“Holy shit,” Yoongi pants, the thought of filling Jimin twice and with the first load still in him is painfully arousing and his climax is building fast. He pumps into him harder, the squelching sounds filling the room along with both of their moans.

Jimin starts pushing his hips back to meet Yoongi’s thrusts and a shiver surges through the elder at the feeling. “I’m not gonna last baby. Fuck you feel too good.”

“M-me neither hyung. ‘M close,” Jimin groans, fucking back as hard as he can to meet Yoongi’s fast thrusts.

“A-ah baby fuck I-I’m cumming,” Yoongi warns as his release rolls through him and he is climaxing into Jimin again. The younger keeps moving and Yoongi pulses inside him with a groan and the elder feels dizzy with his climax and watching Jimin eagerly chase his own release on him.

“Fuck hyung so full,” Jimin moans, tossing his head back as he mercilessly keeps thrusting back.

“That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on me,” Yoongi pants, still hard despite his recent orgasm. “Love being filled with my cum, don’t you?”

“Fuck y-yes. I-ah-touch me,” Jimin cries. Yoongi reaches under Jimin, using the younger’s precum to lube his hand and holding it tight enough for Jimin to fucking into. Jimin alternates between fucking back onto Yoongi and fucking forward into his hand until he visibly shiver and cries with his orgasm.

“Fuck hyung I- so good,” Jimin rambles as he cums all over Yoongi’s hand and the sheets. Seeing Jimin frantically get himself off has made Yoongi hit a third high, not cumming as hard but it still wracking through his body like a fully climax.

They both collapse down with Yoongi on top of Jimin, wrapping his arms around the younger to hold him close in their post-orgasm haze. He hasn’t pulled out yet, just enjoying being close to Jimin right now.

“Hyung,” Jimin mumbles. “Can’t breathe.”

“Sorry baby,” Yoongi says quickly before lifting himself off the younger. He pulls out then and watches as both of his loads seep out of Jimin. “Fuck that’s so hot.”

“Feels hot,” Jimin comments with a soft chuckle. “And messy.”

“You already came on the sheet so it’s okay to be messy.”

“Fair enough,” Jimin laughs. “Should shower.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees. Jimin pushes himself up to sitting, his back facing Yoongi and the elder pulls him close, softly kissing his shoulders and neck.

“Thought we were going to shower?” Jimin says with a soft smile, enjoying the affection.

“We will,” is all Yoongi says before returning to his ministrations. They stay like that until Jimin feels to gross and insists they wash up. Yoongi relents, letting Jimin get out of the bed before following him to his bathroom.

With the shower running, they make out more than actually bathing. It’s all languid kisses and gently caresses as their hands explore each other as if they haven’t before. They part for air and Jimin’s eyes wander over Yoongi’s frame till he stops at a spot on his shoulder.

“Oh shit I’m sorry,” Jimin mumbles, his fingers trailing over the bite mark he must have made during the attic sex. Yoongi gives him a confused look before twisting to see what Jimin is looking at.

“Damn baby,” Yoongi laughs.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin apologizes again with a pout.

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine.”

“How is biting you fine?”

“It’s proof I make you feel good.”

“That’s a weird way of looking at it.”

“It’s the way I’m going with.”

Jimin pouts at him harder and Yoongi chuckles lightly before kissing the pout away.

“We should actually get clean now bitey,” Yoongi teases, turning Jimin to face the water.

“You’re not really going to call me that are you?”

“Call you what bitey?”

“Rude,” Jimin grumbles cutely and Yoongi kisses his cheek quickly. They finish taking an actual shower and get dressed in lazy clothes before Yoongi takes care of his soiled bed and Jimin takes care of the hurricane of clothes they’ve shed over the last twenty-four hours. With take out acquired, they resume their normal routine of cuddles and bad television and Jimin has never felt so content in his life.

--

Ever since Halloween Jimin has felt different when with Yoongi. He craves the elder more than he has before and not just sexually. He wants to be with him whenever he can. He wants to make Yoongi happy. He wants his attention. He just wants him constantly and he doesn’t understand why.

Nothing has changed between them, but Jimin feels like it has. Yoongi is acting the same as he always has. Nothing fundamental has shifted to bring the younger clarity. And trying to figure this out is starting to drive him crazy.

“Ugh!” Jimin groans as he falls to the studio floor. He’s distracted thinking about Yoongi when he should be focusing on his competition piece. He only has two weeks left to master this choreography and his perfectionism is making him struggle with accepting it as good enough.

If only this competition wasn’t my whole career hanging in the balance.

With a deep sigh Jimin forces himself up again and wanders over to his bag, pulling out his phone and his water bottle. He skims through his notifications and instantly chooses to open Yoongi’s without even reading the preview.

Yoongi-hyung (7:47 pm):

Do you have rehearsal tomorrow?

Jimin (8:24 pm):

I wasn’t planning on it

But tonight isn’t going well ☹

Yoongi-hyung (8:26 pm):

Oh ☹

I was hoping we could do something

It would take most of the day though

Jimin (8: 29 pm):

What is it?

Yoongi-hyung (8:31 pm):

Easier to explain in person

So come home baby

Jimin has never left the studio faster in his life after that text.

“Damn that was fast,” Yoongi says when Jimin comes crashing through their front door a few minutes later.

“You told me to come home,” Jimin defends despite his blatant eagerness. He drops his bag with his shoes at the door and joins Yoongi on the couch. More specifically straddles the elder and pulls him into a firm kiss.

“Hello to you too,” Yoongi teases after the kiss, smirking at Jimin’s eagerness.

“Yeah hi. What is this plan you have that also involves calling me baby?”

“Who said it involves calling you baby?”

“Why else would you say ‘come home baby’ when wanting to explain said plan?”

“I think you just want me to call you baby.”

“Not no,” Jimin admits, getting a chuckle from the elder. “So are you telling me I’m wrong?”

“No you’re not wrong,” Yoongi answers, hugging around Jimin’s waist which makes the younger smile brightly at him.

“So you want to fuck me all day or something? Cause what else would take most of the day?”

“Well there are still a few things we haven’t tried that we said we wanted to. And one of them would take some time.”

Jimin furrows his brows in confusion trying to remember what this could possibly be, but he is coming up blank.

“Is this one of your things?” Jimin asks as if the clue will help.

“Yes. Though I don’t think that will help you remember.”

Jimin pouts at him and Yoongi is quick to kiss it away, which Jimin has found to be one of his favorite new things they do.

“Do you know what edging is?” Yoongi asks casually.

“Like the orgasm denial thing?”

“Yeah that.”

Jimin furrows his brows in thought about why this was something Yoongi wanted to do, but then the epiphany hits.

“You want to edge me all day?”

“Not all day. Just for a while,” Yoongi admits shyly. “It’s supposed to give you a really intense orgasm.”

“You just want to see how far you can push me don’t you?”

“A little bit. You can say no. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know hyung,” Jimin says with a soft smiling. Yoongi always takes care of him first. “Yeah we can do it.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks, genuinely surprised. “Weren’t you going to rehearse?”

“Honestly, I’d rather you edge me all day with no release than run through this piece again,” Jimin admits to a frowning Yoongi. “I could use the distraction and stress relief.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asks, a little concerned.

“Yeah I’m sure. We have safe words if it gets too much and I change my mind. I trust you hyung.”

The last statement is what eases Yoongi and the elder kisses Jimin softly after. They kiss each other for a while before the exhaustion catches up with Jimin after his long week dancing every day.

“You should go to bed baby,” Yoongi soothes, holding the sleepy younger close and drawing gentle circles on his back.

“Cuddle first,” Jimin mumbles.

“Shower first.”

“Promise cuddles after shower.”

“Okay I promise.”

Jimin smiles sleepily before pecking Yoongi’s lips once more and going to shower as they agreed. He makes quick work of it and quickly slips into underwear and a hoodie before going back to the living room.

“Can we cuddle in my room?” Jimin asks bashfully, worrying his bottom lip after.

“Sure Min,” Yoongi agrees making Jimin smile his favorite smile before turning back to his room. He follows shortly after and Jimin is already in bed making grabby hands at him. “Why are you acting so cute tonight?”

“Cause it gets me what I want,” Jimin admits and Yoongi laughs.

“You’re a manipulative menace,” Yoongi teases, moving to the side of the bed and getting in next to the younger.

“Yeah, I’m pure evil,” Jimin says as he curls into Yoongi, head resting on the elder’s chest. They relax in silence for a bit, Jimin enjoying the gentle scratches on his back the elder gives him.

“Can I ask you something Min?” Yoongi says softly after a while.

“Sure.”

“Why has this piece been so hard for you? I’ve never seen you struggle like this with dance.”

Jimin sighs deeply, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s waist tighter for comfort.

“It’s not the piece. It’s the competition.”

“But you’ve done this competition before.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t matter as much in the past as it does now.”

“Why is this time different?”

“Because” Jimin starts, shifting to look up at Yoongi as he speaks. “The winners of this competition will get to go to the international one in New York in January. And at that competition there will be recruiters for dance companies and it’s a big deal.”

“Ah,” Yoongi says softly. “So you want to do your best.”

“Yeah. And my best isn’t good enough apparently,” Jimin grumbles, sinking back into Yoongi.

“That’s not true.”

“You haven’t seen the piece.”

“Maybe not, but I have seen you dance for years and I know you’re incredible. Your best is more than good enough. You’re just letting the pressure cloud your view.”

Jimin simply sighs. He’s beat himself up over this a lot and even with the encouragement he can’t get past the perfectionism.

“Jimin I know you want everything to be perfect and you aren’t satisfied until everything is at it’s absolute best,” Yoongi starts, tilting Jimin’s head to look up at him again. “But you are already perfect exactly as you are. So just enjoy the experience. If you enjoy performing the piece, it will be perfect.”

Jimin blinks up at the elder and an overwhelming warmth fills his chest. Nothing about this moment is unique between them. They cuddle all the time. Yoongi comforts Jimin when he is worried all the time. But Jimin feels different. He feels a strong connection to Yoongi. He is so happy to have Yoongi in his life and in these moments. And a wave of understanding washed over him then.

I love him.

“Thanks hyung,” he whispers, feeling overwhelmed by his realization. Now that he has words to explain how he feels, it is hitting him hard. He’s in love with his best friend. Romantic love. He probably always has been but has ignored the feelings until they demanded to be felt. And Jimin is feeling them hard right now.

“Of course Min,” Yoongi soothes with a soft smile. “I don’t like seeing you stressed. I want to help when I can.”

“You do hyung. You help a lot,” Jimin says. They fall silent then and Jimin’s mind is reeling as he plays back through moments that once confused him but now make perfect sense.

“You should get some sleep,” Yoongi says before dropping his arm from around the younger and sliding out of his hold. “Goodnight Jiminie.”

“Night hyung,” Jimin musters, watching as Yoongi leaves the room and subsequently leaves Jimin to his overwhelming thoughts.

--

Jimin thought understanding how he felt would make him feel better and he could finally relax. Turns out he was wrong because his mind will not rest. Sleep did not come easy and then his dreams were filled with Yoongi and love confessions that Jimin wished were real, but then he woke up and knew better.

He doesn’t drag himself out of bed until after ten, which is definitely late for him on a weekend. He brushes his teeth and washes his face before wandering out into the mutual living space.

There is nothing abnormal about the scene in front of him. Yoongi is sitting at their kitchen table drinking coffee. Seeing and approaching Yoongi now makes Jimin’s heart race and his heart nearly stops when he sees what Yoongi is reading.

“Are you planning on using that today?!” Jimin asks, mouth agape seeing Yoongi so seriously reading the manual for the vibrating butt plug that Jimin got on his birthday.

“Maybe. Unless you don’t want to,” Yoongi says calmly, looking up at the younger then a brows furrowing immediately. “You look exhausted.”

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin deadpans before passing the elder to make himself a coffee.

“Did you not sleep well?”

“Not really. Brain wouldn’t shut up,” Jimin admits, leaving out the specific detail that it was Yoongi who was taking over his mind all night.

“Aw,” Yoongi says. Jimin focuses on his coffee and is startled when he feels Yoongi wraps his arms around his waist and hold him close. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Jimin mumbles, even though he could argue that it was.

“Would you rather just chill today? Take a nap and just relax?”

Jimin’s heart flutters at how sweet and caring Yoongi is and that doesn’t help his mental state in the slightest.

“No. I’d rather you edge me till I can’t think about anything else and then have the best orgasm ever.”

“That’s very blunt and also a high bar to set.”

“I’m confident you can meet expectations hyung.”

“Noted,” Yoongi replies with a soft chuckle. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I sleep better after an orgasm anyway.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement before softly kissing Jimin on the neck. “Okay. Eat breakfast first. I’m not going to edge your hunger as well.”

“Damn,” Jimin says sarcastically getting an eye roll and soft chuckle from the elder. Yoongi goes back to his reading while Jimin pours himself a bowl of cereal. Jimin is trying his best to remain calm but he feels like his soul is vibrating with anticipation.

Calm down Jimin. It’s just Yoongi.

The man you’re in love with.

And having sex with.

But he doesn’t know you love him.

And probably doesn’t love you back.

Oh god.

“Jimin?”

Yoongi’s voice startles him back to reality then and the elder is looking at him with a curious and concerned look.

“Are you sure you want to do anything today?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Jimin this isn’t just a usual fucking we’re talking about.”

Jimin discards his bowl and focuses on the elder who is standing at the kitchen entryway looking worried. He closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck.

“I know hyung. I promise I’m okay with the plan. I want it. Just got a little lost in thought about other things.”

“I’m worried,” Yoongi admits, pulling Jimin closer. “You’re not just doing this because I want to try it, right? I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Hyung I promise I’m not,” Jimin says, feeling more relaxed being held by Yoongi. “Now are you going to kiss me or not?”

“Ah there is the Jimin-ah I know,” Yoongi teases, visibly relaxing. “Are you going to be good for me baby?”

“So good,” Jimin replies, his heart rate speeding up as arousal starts to flood his senses. Yoongi eyes him carefully before pulling Jimin as close as possible for a kiss. It is gentle and intimate and it’s making Jimin’s head spin with feelings. Yoongi licks over Jimin’s bottom lip and Jimin opens his mouth easily to let the elder in. The kiss slowly gets more heated and needy and it’s not enough for Jimin anymore.

“Go sit on the couch baby,” Yoongi instructs when they break the kiss. Jimin eyes him carefully before following his instructions. He sits right on the edge, feeling too riled up to relax as he waits for the elder to return. Yoongi enters then with a bottle of lube and Jimin’s arousal spikes with excitement. Yoongi crowds into Jimin’s space and kisses him fiercely, returning to the fervent make out they were just having. He pulls Jimin into his lap, making the younger yelp at the change and moan feeling Yoongi’s erection against his ass.

“Hyung,” Jimin pants, his mind happily going fuzzy with lust instead of his stressful thoughts. “Need you.”

Yoongi smirks devilishly and palms Jimin through his underwear, feeling the younger’s erection and giving enough friction to make him moan. He then grabs the lube bottle, popping the cap and pouring some into his palm and rubbing it with his one hand to cover his fingers as well. Jimin isn’t sure what Yoongi is planning but he stops caring when the cool wetness is on his cock inside his underwear.

“A-ah hyung ngh,” Jimin pants as Yoongi strokes him, pulling him out over the waistband for better access. He moves steadily, pulling soft whines and whimpers from the younger. He presses his thumb into the slit, making Jimin gasp and precum start to pool.

“So good for me baby. Doing so well,” Yoongi says, his voice heavy with desire but steady with control. He starts stroking faster, flicking his wrist from time to time to make Jimin jolt with pleasure.

“A-ah please don’t stop,” Jimin exhales, his orgasm ballooning in his abdomen. He jerks his hips up into Yoongi’s hold to chase it and as the balloon feels like it will pop, Yoongi holds him tight at the base to stop it from coming.

“Ah fuck hyung ah!” Jimin groans, his body desperately wanting to cum but Yoongi won’t let him. His orgasm starts to deflate and Yoongi lets him go, tucking his still hard dick back into his boxers as if he had finished.

“Good boy,” Yoongi coos with a soft kiss on the cheek. Jimin just whimpers, his body still buzzing from the near climax. Yoongi moves Jimin off his lap before getting up, disappearing briefly to wash his hands before coming back and sitting next to Jimin again. “Movie?”

Jimin stares at him blankly for the offer. He really wants to beg to be fucked instead, but he knows the game they are playing so he just nods, relaxing back into the couch and bundling into his oversized hoodie while Yoongi chooses a random movie to watch.

Jimin can’t focus on anything besides his still hard cock straining in his underwear and how desperately he wants Yoongi to take care of it. He can’t sit still and he is absentmindedly biting at his nails while vaguely staring in the direction of the television.

About half-way through the movie, Yoongi pauses it which startles Jimin enough to look at the elder. Yoongi looks too amused for his own good and Jimin curse him out so bad if he wasn’t both at his mercy for release and hopelessly in love with him.  

“You’re not even watching, are you baby?” Yoongi asks, tone dripping with amusement.

“I’m watching,” Jimin weakly defends. “Just not paying attention.”

Yoongi chuckles darkly which sends chills through Jimin. “You’ve been so good. Do you want a reward?”

“Yes,” Jimin answers way to eagerly but he is so worked up he doesn’t care. He’s about to move closer to the elder when Yoongi instead moves to hover over him, his aura big enough to make Jimin lie back on the couch. Yoongi eyes Jimin’s clothed erection with a sly grin  before looking into Jimin’s eyes. The younger wants to kiss that sly smirk of his face but he doesn’t move, waiting for Yoongi to reward him like he said.

The elder tugs on Jimin’s underwear, sliding them down far enough to reveal Jimin’s erection. The younger is so sensitive that he gasps at the exposure. Yoongi wraps a hand around him to stroke, which already has Jimin mewling, and then he licks from the base to the tip which makes Jimin groan.

Yoongi has never given him a full blowjob before. He’s gone down there sure, but hasn’t sucked him off properly. So when Yoongi starts taking the younger into his mouth, Jimin feels his blood catch fire with desire as he groans obscenely. His breathing is erratic as Yoongi starts to bob up and sown, sucking hard and stroking with it for maximum pleasure.

“F-fuck a-ah hyung shit,” Jimin rambles. Forming words is getting difficult with his mind so foggy with arousal. The wet heat of Yoongi’s mouth around him feels incredible and that previous orgasm is coming back quickly. He involuntarily starts doing short thrusts into Yoongi’s mouth to rich his climax and just as he feels like he can finally be free, Yoongi pulls off and holds him at the base to stop his orgasm again.

“God fucking dammit!” Jimin pants, his arousal turning to frustration. He hears Yoongi chuckle softly and feels the elder pull his boxers back up and on him properly.

“Doing so good for me baby,” Yoongi praises, which makes Jimin’s frustration worse. Yoongi moves back to where he was sat before and plays the movie again, leaving Jimin to stare at the ceiling intensely while trying to calm down. He knows that when he gets to cum it will be incredible, but damn this is more frustrating than he thought it would be.

“Baby come here,” Yoongi says softly after a while. Jimin looks over at him skeptically but does as asked, moving to sit next to Yoongi. The elder wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him into his side, kissing his temple softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says, relaxing into the elder and feeling less frustrated.

“Color?”

“Green.”

Yoongi kisses his temple again and keeps him close for the rest of the movie. Jimin finally feels calm again and a little less like his frustrations will make him explode. He still desperately wants to cum, but he isn’t painfully hard anymore.

As the credits roll though, Yoongi has moved has hand lower to Jimin’s waist, moving enough to lift the hoodie and touch his bare skin. That small touch is sparking arousal in Jimin again and he is trying hard to not already start whining. The Yoongi’s hand wanders further south, sliding under Jimin’s waist hand to knead his ass.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines softly, brain getting blurry fast and feeling so desperate.

“Yes baby?”

“Need you,” Jimin whines again, Yoongi gripping his ass tighter as he speaks. Yoongi doesn’t say anything, instead using his free hand to tilt Jimin’s face towards his and kissing him softly. Jimin is too impatient and kisses him harder, pulling the elder closer to deepen it and hungrily slide his tongue in his mouth. They’re both whining and groaning into the kiss and Yoongi is gripping Jimin’s ass harder the more intense they get.

“On your back,” Yoongi instructs, pulling away fully while Jimin whines in displeasure. Jimin still does as asked, stripping of his underwear to get his neediness across. He sees a flicker in Yoongi’s dark eyes and Jimin hopes that his resolve is breaking.

Yoongi grabs both of Jimin’s legs and pushes them back towards Jimin’s head. “Hold these baby.”

Jimin wraps his arms around his thighs and pulls even further back. He hears the harsh breath Yoongi takes and smirks to himself.

“Gonna open you up for me,” Yoongi explains. He uncaps the lube bottle and pours some over his fingers. Jimin sighs with relief as Yoongi pushes his first finger in. The elder makes his way up to two and then three fingers and is pumping his fingers in fast and hard inside the younger who is writing under him.

“Please Yoongi please please please please,” Jimin rambles, desperate for release. Yoongi’s fingers are pressing into his prostate with each thrust and after two denied orgasms everything is twice as sensitive. “Fuck fuck a-ah!”

And Yoongi is pulling his fingers out fully then, just before Jimin’s climax. With one or two more thrusts he would have cum and instead he’s denied again.

Jimin feels like screaming or crying with how pent up he feels. He has a small sliver of hope when he feels something push into him, but as he looks down to see it is just a butt plug, presumably to keep Jimin open for later and even more on edge.

“Fuck,” Jimin exhales as he flops back onto the couch. His mind has a near-constant white noise of arousal now and he knows he could just himself off and get relief. But that’s not what this is about.

“Baby. Color?” Yoongi asks, hovering over Jimin and looking down at him calmly.

“Green,” Jimin mumbles after a while. This is a lot, yes. But he knows the orgasm will be so good. He wants it so bad. And he wants to please Yoongi.

“Okay,” Yoongi whispers. He kisses Jimin softly before moving off of him and standing. “Now get dressed. We’re going out.”

“Out?!”

“Yes. To get food.”

Jimin makes a weird mix between a whine and growl and he must look annoyed because goes back over and kisses him until he relaxes.

“I promise you’ll get what you want baby,” he soothes, kissing the younger’s forehead once and standing again. With a sigh Jimin gets up himself, goes to his room to put on new clothes and make sure he looks somewhat presentable before going back out to see Yoongi waiting by the door in a new hoodie and a beanie. He smiles softly before opening the door and heading out with Jimin behind him.

Jimin can tell that Yoongi seems extra amused now that they have left the safety of their apartment. He’s suspicious but ultimately thinks it is just because of this game their playing and how Yoongi is in control. Jimin decides not to focus on it because it will just make him even more crazy.

They arrive at one of their go-to spots, a Korean BBQ place near the apartment. They are seated quickly, order their meats, and everything seems fine. At least until they have been left to their own devices.

At first Jimin isn’t sure what he’s feeling. He thinks it’s his phone vibrating from his back pocket, but he’s in joggers and his phone is in his jacket pocket. When the vibrating gets stronger and it jolts his body, he realizes what is going on.

“You are the fucking devil,” he grits quietly, glaring at the highly amused elder across from him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Yoongi replies, flipping the meat for them since Jimin is no pre-occupied with the vibrating butt plug in his ass.

“Are you trying to make me cum in the restaurant?” Jimin whispers. The vibrating stops then, and he realizes his whole body had tensed at the realization.

“Of course not. I want to be able to watch that happen,” Yoongi answers casually.

“I’ve given you too much power.”

“You can take it back whenever you want. Color?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow, seeming to know what Jimin is going to say.

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

The vibration starts strong again and Jimin audibly gasps, making some patrons at a nearby table look over at them. He can feel his whole face go red while Yoongi tries to stifle his laugh.

Jimin believes he can withstand this. But it is so much harder after three denied orgasms make every feeling so much stronger. He swears he can feel the vibrations ripple through his prostate and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to not audibly moan.

“Hyung please,” Jimin pleads quietly. His eyes meet Yoongi’s and he knows he looks shameless with his begging, but he might seriously cum in the restaurant if Yoongi doesn’t stop. After a somewhat intense stare down, Yoongi relents and turns off the vibrator much to Jimin’s relief.

“Remind me to unfriend Tae for ever giving me this thing,” Jimin grumbles after collecting himself some.

“I’m pretty sure in different circumstances you’d enjoy it. I think you even enjoy it in this own, albeit intense,” Yoongi reasons, starting to feast on their food.

“You better give me the best fucking of my life after this,” Yoongi mumbles in a hushed tone, starting to eat himself.

“I’ll try my best,” Yoongi says with a wink.

They finish their meal and make it back to the car and driving before Yoongi is messing with the vibrator again. He tests different intensities to see how the younger reacts, and Jimin lets himself freely moan and groan now that they have some privacy.

“S-stop stop I-I’ll cum stop,” Jimin pants, gripping his seatbelt as life support.

“Now you want me to deny your orgasm?” Yoongi asks, highly amused.

“Want your cock. Want to cum from it alone,” Jimin says. He hears a throaty groan come from the elder and is so thankful when they pull into their apartment complex and park. He bolts out of the car, even faster than he did on Halloween, and he is thankful he has his keys on him to let himself in. He shoves the door open and stumbles in, kicking his shoes off haphazardly as Yoongi enters. The elder’s eyes are so dark with desire they are almost black and Jimin can feel how bad Yoongi wants to devour him whole. And at this point, he’ll let him.

Jimin has ripped off his jacket and t-shirt and pushed his joggers off by the time Yoongi closes the gap and pulls him into a bruising kiss. Yoongi was so calm and together before, but it’s clear he has been deeply affected as well with how starving he kisses Jimin.

“Fuck baby so good today. Gonna reward you so good,” Yoongi rasps and he trails kisses down to Jimin’s neck and sucks hard in the most pleasurable spots.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now,” Jimin demands breathily. Yoongi grabs his wrist and pulls him to the closest bedroom, which just happens to be Jimin’s. He shoves Jimin onto the bed before stripping the younger’s underwear and grabbing hold of the butt plug. He pumps it in and out a bit and Jimin is quickly squirming.

“Want your dick not a plug. Fuck me,” Jimin grunts. He moves his hips away so the butt plug fully pops out before pulling Yoongi into a desperate kiss full of teeth clashing and tongues wrestling. Somehow during the kiss Yoongi is able to strip his bottoms off fully and pulls away to remove his hoodie and grab the lube from Jimin’s drawer to slick himself. Yoongi pulls Jimin to the edge of the bed as he stands next to it and quickly starts pushing in with a loud groan.

“Fuck yes finally,” Jimin moans, enjoying every inch as it enters. He’s not going to last long but he just wants to cum so bad he doesn’t care.

“Fuck baby you feel so good. A-ah!” Yoongi says when he bottoms out. Jimin clenches around his long neglected cock and he yelps with sensitivity. He won’t last long after everything they’ve done the past few hours. “So goddamn tight still.”

“Please move already,” Jimin pleads. Yoongi manages to start slow at first but his resolve is basically gone so he soon his thrusting fast and hard into Jimin to chase their release. Jimin is wailing in pleasure, basically screaming about how good he feels, and Yoongi is sure they’ll get a noise complaint for this one.

“F-fuck hyung close please let me cum please please please!” Jimin rambles, a grenade of pleasure waiting to explode in his abdomen.

“Not yet baby,” Yoongi grunts. He wants them to cum together, for some reason.

“Hyung I-I can’t please I need it ah!” Jimin cries. His back is arching off the bed as he is milliseconds from exploding and Yoongi is holding his cock tight to stop it. “Fuck no why no no no ah need it so bad.”

“Just a little longer baby,” Yoongi groans. His thrusts are losing their rhythm and he is seconds from cumming and just needs a slight push over.

“Hyung fuck! Fill me and let me cum I beg you! Ah!” Jimin cries, tears rolling down his cheeks as his body twitches with his desperate need to cum. Yoongi lets go of Jimin’s dick and pounds hard and fast a few times before he’s roaring with his orgasm as Jimin cries out his name.

Jimin swears his heart stopped once he finally came. It was so strong it shot up to his face, tasting a bit of the bitterness as he screamed with pleasure. His vision goes white and he feels pure ecstasy and euphoria as he hits his high.

Yoongi’s vision becomes blurry with lust as he hits his orgasm. He can feel Jimin’s orgasm around his cock and it’s making it even stronger for the elder who is already having his hardest orgasm ever. The amount of cum he just released should not be possible, but he’s been so pent-up from his own actions that his body had to let it all go.

“Holy shit,” Yoongi pants, pulling out of Jimin and collapsing onto the bed next to him. Both of their breathing is labored and that is the only sound that fills the room for a while. It takes a long time for either of them to come back down, and Yoongi is aware of the world much quicker than Jimin.

“Baby,” Yoongi says, looking over to the motionless Jimin whose eyes are shut. He knows he is still breathing based on the rise and fall of the younger’s chest, but the lack of response is still concerning. “Baby say something.”

Jimin groans quietly and that is all Yoongi gets, which is better than nothing. The elder stands shakily and moves Jimin further into the bed which is when Jimin blinks his eyes open.

“Good you’re still with me,” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin’s forehead after.

“Come here,” Jimin mumbles. He grabs Yoongi and pulls him into the bed, curling up next to him and holding him close. “Need you close.”

Yoongi doesn’t argue and instead combs his fingers through the younger’s hair to help bring him back to reality.

“Am I still the devil?” Yoongi asks when Jimin’s breathing has evened out.

“Absolutely,” Jimin says definitively.

“Was it too much? You could have stopped me if it-”

“No hyung it was good. Intense and I wouldn’t want this all the time, but it was good.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Jimin says with finality. “God it felt so good to finally cum.”

“Was it the best orgasm ever?”

“Absolutely.”

Yoongi snorts a laugh and he feels Jimin softly giggle against him. They fall into a comfortable silence, both too exhausting to care how much of a mess they are. As Jimin’s mind wakes back up from the afterglow, it drifts back to his feelings. As he is being held close by the elder, getting soft kisses and gentle caresses amidst whispered praises, Jimin is absolutely certain.

He is in love with Yoongi.

--

"Tae I am having a breakdown."

Jimin drops onto his couch and fully slumps into it. He called Taehyung over while Yoongi is out because he needed to vent before internally combusting.

"About what?"

“I’ve had an epiphany,” Jimin says with a pause. Taehyung doesn’t indulge him by asking anything further, so he just says it. "I'm in love with Yoongi."

"I knew that already," Taehyung says simply. Jimin furrows his brows at the younger in confusion before relaxing and speaking again.

"I'm not going to dig into that right now. What's really hurting my head is trying to deal with it."

"What do you mean deal with it?"

"First off, I've barely labeled these feelings so they kind of drive me crazy. Second off, I don't know what to do about them."

"Have you considered telling Yoongi?"

"Of course not! That is a one-way ticket to a ruined friendship."

"So fucking him was okay but falling in love is too much?"

"Tae" Jimin groans, feeling frustrated.

"How does Yoongi feel about you?"

"Pretty sure it’s just as friends still. Nothing about how he acts is any different except for during sex."

"But you haven't actually asked him?" Taehyung asks with a quirked eyebrow.

"What does this have to do with my own struggles?"

"Maybe if you knew how he feels about you it would put you at ease."

Jimin sighs and slumps further into his seat.

"Let’s say I do that and he does only like me as a friend, then what? I can't confess at that point. And then I'd be harboring a secret and shit will get awkward."

"The sex doesn't already make things awkward?"

"No the sex is great. It's currently the most effective stress relief from everything."

"I don't know if that is a healthy way to cope. Especially when you're fucking the person you're secretly in love with."

"Better him than strangers," Jimin answers before letting out a deep sigh. "I don't have time to worry about this. My competition is in next week and I still don't feel ready for it. Add in my other schoolwork and my job and these newfound feelings and I'm on the brink of self-destruction."

"That’s very dramatic of you," Taehyung muses calmly.

"I just can't deal with this right now," Jimin sighs, dragging his hands over his exhausted expression.

"Okay fine. So don't."

Jimin sits up straighter to look at the younger better to express his confusion.

"What do you mean don't?"

"Don't deal with it right now. You don't have a deadline to reach. You said you just defined your feelings so maybe just sit with them for a bit. Focus on your competition and then tackle this after."

"Don't you think that is unfair to Yoongi?"

"Why would it be?"

"I'd be keeping a secret. I don't like keeping secrets from him. Especially now that we are so much closer."

"It's not for forever Min. Just till you can have a clearer head. Plus you have already vetoed the telling him suggestion which would honestly solve your whole conundrum.”

“I…” Jimin trails, sighing back into the couch. “I just can’t. I’m too scared of pushing him away with feelings. We never agreed to feelings. Just sex.”

Taehyung opens his mouth as if to spill some hard truth on Jimin, but he is cut off by the apartment door opening and Yoongi coming home.

“Oh hey Tae,” Yoongi says upon seeing the youngest sitting there. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Hi hyung,” Taehyung says calmly. “Min needed to vent so I was summoned.”

“Vent? What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, looking worriedly at Jimin who wants the couch to open up and swallow him.

“Just stressed about lots of things happening. Competition, school, etc.” Taehyung explains calmly and Jimin makes a mental note to get him an awesome birthday present for being a great friend.

“Ah,” Yoongi replies and says nothing more. Jimin can feel he is being closely watched by the elder and that he still is concerned, and that feeling is starting to overwhelm him.

“I uh should go rehearse soon,” Jimin lies, pushing himself off the couch and quickly leaving the room. He feels the two sets of eyes on him as he goes and tries his best to ignore them.

“Is that really all he is stressed about?” Yoongi asks Taehyung once Jimin is gone.

“More or less.”

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“It’s not my place to say hyung,” Taehyung says as he gets up himself. “He’s figuring some shit out for himself that he doesn’t want to get into yet.”

“It’s nothing bad though, right?” Yoongi asks, worry paling his expression. Taehyung scans his face briefly before answering.

“Not bad. Just confusing and overwhelming to him. I am sure he will tell you eventually.”

“Tae can you give me a ride?” Jimin asks as he re-enters the room with a duffel bag on his shoulder and changed into more athletic clothes.

“Sure Minie,” Taehyung replies. “See you later hyung.”

“Bye Tae,” Yoongi replies, eyes carefully following Jimin as he makes his way to the door. “Don’t overwork yourself Min.”

“I won’t hyung,” Jimin answers, giving the elder a soft smile before opening the door and leaving with Taehyung.

Left alone, Yoongi is left to think and overthink about Jimin. He doesn’t know what’s wrong and part of him is saying that he is part of it. But he represses that thought, not wanting to be a reason for Jimin’s worries. He decides to just do what he can to help and wait for the younger to tell him more when he is ready.

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Jimin is wide awake in the middle of the night. It’s the night before, or rather the early morning off, the dance competition and despite really needing to be well-rested, his mind and body refuse to let him. He’s tossed and turned for a few hours and now is just staring into the dark abyss of his bedroom trying to decide what to do.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles to himself before tossing the covers off of himself and getting out of bed. He walks cautiously through the apartment towards Yoongi’s room, lightly knocks just in case the elder is up for some reason, and when he hears nothing, he opens the door and sticks his head. The room is pitch black and Jimin has to blink a little to get used to it and be able to see enough. He steps in quietly and moves towards the bed cautiously, not wanting to scare the elder awake.  

Yoongi is sound asleep, peacefully laying on his side with a convenient space next to him. Before Jimin can chicken out, he slides into that empty space and gently shaking Yoongi awake.

“Jimin?” Yoongi slurs, barely cracking an eye open.

“I can’t sleep,” Jimin whispers. He feels really lame for doing this, but he just wants to feel comfortable and safe and loved. And he always feels that way with Yoongi.

“Cause of your competition?” Yoongi asks, voice heavy with sleep.

“Yeah.”

Yoongi blinks his eyes open a little more to look at the younger before lifting an arm up to signal Jimin to come closer. Jimin eagerly does, getting as close as he can, and he already feels better.

“Everything will be okay Minie,” Yoongi says softly before kissing his forehead delicately.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course you can.”

Jimin smiles softly and Yoongi smiles back, their proximity the only reason they can see the shared expression. Yoongi shifts get more comfortable with the younger laying on his chest and gentle scratches Jimin’s back in the way that he knows soothes the younger.

Jimin can feel Yoongi’s breathing slow and heart rate decrease with falling asleep, and that acts like its own kind of lullaby. Jimin falls asleep shortly after Yoongi and it is the most peaceful sleep he’s had of late.

--

Jimin is woken by soft kisses on his shoulders and the feeling of Yoongi holding him close to his body. Part of him wants to pretend to still be asleep so he can enjoy the gentle affections of the elder, but that plan is foiled when he feels Yoongi’s morning wood press into his ass and he involuntarily whines.

“Morning baby,” Yoongi says, voice low and raspy from just waking up.

“Morning,” Jimin slurs

“Did you get some sleep?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says softly before shifting to roll over and face the elder. “Thanks for letting me invade your bed for midnight cuddles.”

“Any time Min,” Yoongi replies before nuzzling into the crook of the younger’s neck to continue his ministrations.

“What time is it?” Jimin asks, his sleepy brain turning to horny brain with every additional kiss.

“Just before nine. When do you have to be at the theater?”

“Not till three.”

“So we have time to kill,” Yoongi muses as his gentle kisses turn to soft sucks.

“Mhmm,” Jimin hums, his own morning wood getting harder.

“Do you want to baby?” Yoongi asks softly, stopping his affections to properly look at the younger. “I understand if you don’t cause of the competition.”

“Mmm want it. Please hyung,” Jimin moans softly, his brain full of arousal.

“Okay baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

“You always do,” Jimin whispers with a soft smile, earning a returned one before Yoongi closes the distance in a tender kiss. It’s slow and soft, neither of them in any hurry this morning. Jimin just wants to melt into Yoongi’s careful affection, so he let’s the elder lead the way.

The lip lock stays slow but grows more sensual as it goes on until Jimin is muttering how he wants more. The strip each other of their sleep clothes, kissing throughout the process as if their lips must stay connected to live.

“Lay on your stomach baby,” Yoongi instructs softly. He opens his bedside drawer to get the lube and sees the coconut oil from the massage and decides to use that. He scoops some into his hand, rubbing both hands together before starting at the younger’s shoulders and cover the expanse of his back with it.

“Hyung?” Jimin calls once more aware of what is happening behind him.

“Gonna make you feel good. Just relax,” Yoongi says softly. He starts adding more pressure as he massaged Jimin’s back and shoulders and the younger hums and moans softly in response.

“Hyung you’re going to put me to sleep,” Jimin slurs, feeling so blissful and relaxed under Yoongi’s deft touch.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Want you inside,” Jimin exhales as Yoongi works out a particular troublesome spot. “Please hyung.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi relents, leaning forward to kiss the base of Jimin’s neck which earns him a happy hum from the younger.

He gets more coconut oil for his fingers and moves to massage into Jimin’s hole. He takes his time before inserting a finger, pulling soft mewls from Jimin as he thoroughly lubes the rim. Once he’s pushing his finger inside, Jimin is a little more responsive to the touch. He still takes his time, working to open Jimin comfortably and pleasure him at the same time. Once he is working three fingers smoothly and Jimin is pleading for more, he removes his hand, lubricates himself and lines himself up to enter.

“Ready baby?” Yoongi asks, gently kneading the younger’s ass as he waits.

“Yeah. Ready,” Jimin sighs, stilling lying on his stomach with Yoongi behind him. Yoongi pulls one cheek to the side and uses his other hand to guide himself in.

“So good baby. So perfect for me every time,” Yoongi praises once he bottoms out. He lets Jimin adjust and softly kisses his shoulder’s like he did to wake the younger, this time waiting for the go ahead to move.

“Move,” Jimin pants, propping his chest up with his elbows which makes his back arch.

Yoongi starts with slow rolls, wanting Jimin to feel every inch as he goes and make a slow effort to find the younger’s prostate. He keeps at that pace for a bit before going a little faster, pulling out to the tip before sliding in deep. Each thrust in makes the younger moan and he looks so euphoric in this moment.

“You’re so beautiful for me angel,” Yoongi groans softly. Yoongi has never seen Jimin more beautiful than he is right now with his plump lips parts to let moans flow freely, his silver hair tousled from sleep, and his overall presence glowing from how good he feels.

“More hyung,” Jimin pants. Yoongi focuses more on harder and deeper rather than faster, each movement in more of a roll than a thrust.

“A-ah there just like that,” Jimin exhales as Yoongi grazes his prostate with a pleasant pressure that makes his climax start to boil up in him. Yoongi does as asked, putting a little more thrust to really hit his special spot. He changes positions slightly to hover over the younger with hands on either side of Jimin’s shoulders, giving him the ability thrust in deeper and kiss Jimin’s neck and shoulders.

“So perfect baby. Feel perfect, sound perfect, just fully perfect,” Yoongi pants softly.

Jimin tilts his head back and thanks to his dancer flexibility he is able to kiss Yoongi, albeit a little awkward. The kiss is gentle as Yoongi starts going faster to chase his own release. He keeps at a medium pace and focuses on going deep as Jimin starts to moan into his mouth louder.

“Close hyung please don’t stop,” Jimin exhales, fisting the sheets under him as his orgasm gets closer to the edge.

“Show me how good you feel baby. Want to see it,” Yoongi pants, his climax nearing faster now.

“Ah ah hyung I-I’m cumming ah,” Jimin moans, back arching and head tilting back as he pulses with his release. The blissful ecstasy of Jimin’s orgasm is what pushes Yoongi into his own, thrusting through it while mumbling Jimin’s name like a mantra.

Everything about this encounter was mellow, but still just as satisfying as every other time they’ve fucked. This might honestly be better than every other time because it felt intimate; something they both craved but never expressed to the other.

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin and turns them on their sides, spooning the younger close while softening inside him. He peppers anywhere he can reach with soft kisses and enjoys the happy hums Jimin gives him.

“Morning sex is the best sex,” Jimin muses.

“Agreed,” Yoongi says in-between kisses, “Especially with you.”

“You enjoy all sex with me.”

“Also true.”

Jimin giggles softly and Yoongi smiles against the back of the younger’s neck. They fall into a comfortable silence with neither of them wanting to move and separate until the stickiness becomes unbearable.

“You should take a bath. So you feel refreshed for later,” Yoongi suggests. Jimin hums in acknowledgment before looking over his shoulder to see the elder better.

“Join me?”

“Sure,” Yoongi agrees, grinning like an idiot and thankful that Jimin can’t really see his reaction. Jimin is also grinning like an idiot but has already turned his head to face away so Yoongi can’t see him.

The leave the elder’s bedroom, sliding on their pajama bottoms for the useless sake of modesty as they go to Jimin’s bathroom. It’s the only one with a bathtub, and Yoongi insists on getting it ready for them in his fit of caring stubbornness. Jimin relents only so they don’t argue about it when they could just enjoy it. One hot water filled tub and bath bomb later, they’re both in the bath with Jimin resting against Yoongi’s chest.

“This is nice,” Yoongi muses. “No wonder you like baths so much.”

“Well my baths are usually alone,” Jimin answers, skimming his finger’s over the water’s surface, making the foam from the bath bomb swirl.

“Right. Why did you ask me to join you?”

“I…” Jimin starts, realizing he had no significant reason besides his constant want for the elder.

“Do you not want to be alone, so you don’t stress over the competition?” Yoongi supplies, albeit inaccurate.

“Yeah that,” Jimin mumbles. He doesn’t really want to admit the actual reason right now.

“Is that the same reason for coming to sleep with me last night?”

“I just feel better with you around,” Jimin answers, focusing on his water swirling. “You make me feel better.”

Yoongi stays silent and Jimin worries his bottom lip while trying to look calm and not get tense. He feels the water move around him and then Yoongi’s arms are around his waist under the water, pulling the younger closer to him and kissing his cheek softly.

“I’m glad I can be that for you Min,” Yoongi whispers before kissing his cheek again. Jimin can feel his cheeks heat with blush and is already thinking of excuses for it if needed.

“You know you can come to me if you need it, right?” Jimin interjects.

“I know Minie.”

“I mean it. If you need anything you can come to me.”

“I know that Min,” Yoongi assures.

“You do a lot for me,” Jimin muses, the relaxing warmth of the bath and Yoongi’s hold making his mind blur. “I don’t know why but thanks.”

“Of course Jimin. Anything for you.” Jimin turns his head to look at Yoongi and the expression the elder has is so caring and loving it makes Jimin’s heart twirl.

“Anything for you too hyung,” Jimin mumbles. He wants to kiss Yoongi so bad but feels frozen. There’s nothing about this moment that is sexual, and they don’t kiss unless it leads to that. But they are so close and Jimin is so in love that he feels like he might burst. Maybe Yoongi can read his mind, because the elder closes the distance and connects their lips in an innocent kiss, soft and sweet.

They kiss like that, fully gentle and chaste, until the water gets cold and their skin starts to prune. Even then, Jimin doesn’t want to stop. They’ve created an intimate bubble and leaving will burst it. He’ll have to go back to keeping his secret and back to having Yoongi as just his best friend he fucks.

Yoongi is the one that ends it, insisting they need to get and that Jimin needs to get ready for later. Jimin just wants Yoongi to feel the same. To want the same. And he isn’t sure that will ever happen.

“You’re coming to the show, right?” Jimin asks a few hours later when he is packing his bag to leave.

“I wouldn’t miss it Min,” Yoongi reassures with a soft smile. Jimin nods and finishes getting his things ready. He’s about to head for the door when Yoongi stops him and pulls him into a kiss that makes Jimin simultaneously melt and explode.

“You’re going to be great. I know it,” Yoongi affirms before kissing him again. Jimin wants to deepen it and stay there forever, but he forces himself to pull away to leave.

“Thanks hyung. I’ll see you after, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi confirms. Jimin turns then to head out the door, looking back for a moment to see Yoongi hasn’t moved and is watching him go. With one last heart flip, Jimin fully leaves the apartment and his love behind.

--

“We’d like to thank all of the dancers who came out today and blessed us with their talent and creativity,” the emcee began. The stage is filled with dancers in an awkward semi-circle, so the awards table and emcee had a place to stand while announcing the winners.

Each style of dance had a third, second, and first place winner and then there was the grand prize winner who is deemed the best dancer of the entire competition. The first place and grand prize winners were invited to compete in New York, so the tension on stage amongst the competitors was high.

The emcee starts with the ballet winners, followed by hip hop and jazz, and lastly Jimin’s category: contemporary.

“Third place for the contemporary category goes to Kim Jongin.”

“Second place goes to Lee Taemin.”

Jimin is honestly terrified of what is next to come. If he doesn’t place in his own category, his only other chance is grand prize which he never pictured himself getting. With so many incredible dancers here, Jimin’s only hope is to place in his style.

“First place for the contemporary category goes to…” the emcee starts and time feels like it is moving in slow motion. Jimin feels his heart racing so fast he might go into cardiac arrest honestly. His chest hurts from holding his breath and he might explode if this announcement doesn’t end soon.

“Lee Chaeyeon!”

Jimin has to tense every muscle in his body to not collapse then and there. His body is relieved, but his mind is a wreck.

Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry.

There is only the grand prize announcement left. He just has to get through that and then he can get out of here and let himself feel. He’s so focused on controlling his emotions he almost misses what the emcee announces.

“And our grand prize winner is… Park Jimin, Contemporary!”

Jimin is frozen in shock, his mouth agape and eyes wide as he stares forward and let’s the news process. Some of the other dancers nudge him forward and like a robot he goes to the front to accept the award. He’s not really sure what is going on around him and he’s just letting himself be guided by the event staff for pictures and whatnot. Even as the emcee thanks the audience and the curtains close, he still hasn’t processed what just happened.

A few of his competitors congratulate him and through that Jimin’s mind settles back into reality. He just won. Not only won, but he one the highest award.

He sprints backstage and snatches his bag, not worrying about changing out of his costume. He wants to celebrate. He wants to finally cry happy tears. He wants to see Yoongi.

He bursts through the door from backstage out towards the parking lot. He looks around quickly to spot the elder and soon enough he sees him walking towards him with Taehyung.

Jimin sprints towards them and once Yoongi sees him, his rare gummy smile blooms on his face in an instant. Yoongi is smart enough to stop walking at Jimin comes crashing into him in an intense hug, still standing purely from Yoongi’s foresight.

“Hyung! Hyung I did it!” Jimin cheers, squeezing Yoongi’s breath out of him.

“I told you that you’d be great,” Yoongi says, hugging Jimin just as close. “You were more than great clearly.”

Jimin leans his head back to look Yoongi in the eyes and the desire to kiss him is so strong. His adrenaline is high and the look in Yoongi’s eyes tell him he is thinking the same. He is seconds from doing it when his name is called.

“Jimin-ah!”

Jimin snaps his head to the side to see both of his parents walking towards him. His mom has a bouquet of flowers and is already a crying mess while his father smiles proudly at him.

“Mom? Dad?” Jimin questions, his own tears starting to overflow. Yoongi drops his arms and gestures his head to tell him to go to his parents, so the younger does and happily throws his arms around both of them.

“I-I thought you said you couldn’t make it,” Jimin says, tears flowing freely now.

“Originally we couldn’t. But Yoongi-ssi mentioned how this was a very big deal and thought you could use some extra friendly faces in the audience. So we made it work,” Jimin’s dad explains.

“H-he did that?”

“Yes, he did.”

“And good thing too! Otherwise we would have missed your beautiful, grand prize performance,” Jimin’s mom adds with a big smile. “We’re so proud of you.”

Jimin is feeling so many emotions that he is a blubbering mess. He barely understood winning but now he has to understand why Yoongi would go out of his way to talk to his parents about coming. If Jimin didn’t already know he was in love with him, this would have sealed the deal.

“Can I get a hug now?” Taehyung asks as he and Yoongi approach the Parks. Jimin chuckles through his tears as he hugs his friend tightly. Taehyung gives him a boxy grin and ruffles his hair to get the dancer to laugh away from the sobbing.

“Let's do a celebratory dinner. Our treat,” Jimin’s dad offers.

“Yes, please join us, will you?” Jimin’s mom asks Yoongi and Taehyung who agree easily.

“Can I go home and change first?” Jimin asks, fully aware that he is a complete mess and still in costume.

“Sure sweetheart. We’ll text you the place and you can meet us there,” Jimin’s mom says.

“I’ll go with you,” Yoongi says and everyone agrees that works. They all part towards their cars, with Jimin and Yoongi walking toward the younger’s.

“Did you not drive here hyung?” Jimin asks.

“No Tae got me. He insisted so that way we could easily sit together or something like that,” Yoongi explains. They are silent after that and stay that way all the way back to their apartment. Just as Jimin shuts the front door behind him, he is quickly pinned to it in a heated kiss from Yoongi. After the initial shock, Jimin returns the kiss with equal enthusiasm, even pulling Yoongi impossibly closer.

“Fuck I wanted to do that so bad,” Yoongi pants when they separate to breathe.

“Me too,” Jimin admits, his face flushing for the confession.

“I’m proud of you baby. So proud,” Yoongi says before kissing him again, softer this time.

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin replies. He hesitates briefly before hugging the elder again and mumbling “You’re too good to me.”

“I’m what?”

“Too good to me.”

Yoongi leans back to look at the younger with a confused expression at the remark. “What makes you say that?”

“You invited my parents. You knew I would need them there without me telling you and you’re so supportive and take care of me and-” Jimin starts crying again with all the emotions he is feeling.

“Hey baby shh don’t cry,” Yoongi soothes, pulling him back into a hug and holding him closer, letting the younger cry into the crook of his neck. “I’m not too good to you. You deserve it.”

They desire to say those infamous three words are burning in Jimin’s chest, but he holds himself back. This isn’t the time for that. Not while he is a bawling mess crying into his love’s shoulder. Not when so much has already happened today.

“You wanted to change yeah?” Yoongi asks softly, still soothing the younger as his tears slow.

“Yeah.”

“Then go change so we can meet Tae and your parents and celebrate your win.”

Jimin steps back from the hug with a nod before moving past Yoongi for his room. He changes into a random hoodie and jeans before washing his face to look less like a hot mess. Not even five minutes later he is walking back to Yoongi who waited by the door.

“Isn’t that my hoodie?” Yoongi asks with an amused smirk. Jimin looks down at himself to realize that he is indeed wearing one of Yoongi’s hoodies that just happened to be in his room.

“Oh. It is. Guess I forgot to give it back,” Jimin replies awkwardly.

“Keep it. Looks better on you,” Yoongi says before pulling the door open and heading out. Jimin can feel heat surge to his face from blushing at the elder’s words and follows him out of their apartment to go to dinner.

“Oh that was quick,” Jimin’s mom says upon seeing the duo come to their table.

“Yoongi must have made him change faster,” Taehyung jokes getting light chuckles from everyone but Jimin.

“For your information Yoongi did nothing but wait for me,” Jimin defends, sliding into the booth next to Taehyung and Yoongi slides in after.

Dinner is overall pleasant, filled with lighthearted chitchat and mostly Jimin’s parents catching up with Taehyung. The youngest is talking about a recent project he’s been doing for his major when Jimin starts to zone out a little. He drops his head to watch himself fiddle with the sleeves of his hoodie when Yoongi reaches over and slides his hand into one of the younger’s, lacing their fingers together and resting their hands in the space between them. Jimin looks to the elder who is already looking back at him with a fond look in his eyes and a soft smile. Jimin feels a warmth rush through him, making his heart swell and butterflies soar in his stomach.

“So Jimin you’re getting to go to New York, right?”

Jimin snaps back to the conversation as his dad asked the question. “Yeah, I get to go compete in New York in January.”

“That’s incredible baby,” Jimin’s mom coos making the dancer blush. “You’ll have to give us all the details, so we know you’re okay.”

“Of course mom.”

The conversation drifts to more about New York and travel in general. Jimin tries his best to focus, but the warmth of Yoongi’s hand in his and how his thumb softly rubs the back of his hand has his mind fuzzy.

After all the food is gone and glasses empty, the exhaustion is settling over Jimin after the long day. The natural pull he has to Yoongi as him subconsciously close the distance between them and sinking into his side, resting his head on the elder’s shoulder with a content hum.

“You must be exhausted sweetheart,” Jimin’s mom says. Jimin simple nods on Yoongi’s shoulder with his eyes getting heavier.

“You boys can head out. We’ll take care of this,” Jimin’s dad assures. Jimin is reluctant to move after having gotten comfortable next to Yoongi, but the elder pats his thigh to say they’re leaving and pulls his hand out of Jimin’s. Jimin tries really hard not to pout, especially when Yoongi slides out of the booth away from him. Jimin slides out after and hugs his parents goodbye before the trio leave the restaurant.

“Congrats again Minie,” Taehyung says with a hug. “Now get some rest for once you’re body must hate you.”

“I will calm down,” Jimin giggles sleepily.

“Hyung make sure he actually rests. He only listens to you,” Taehyung teases. “Goodnight guys.”

“I will. Night Tae,” Yoongi answers. “Come on sleepy. Let’s go home.”

Jimin simply nods and they make their way to the car. Jimin feels himself drifting off to sleep as they drive back and isn’t fully aware when they park at their apartment until Yoongi speaks.

“Baby we’re home. Wake up,” Yoongi requests softly, shaking Jimin’s thigh to jostle him awake.

“Don’t wanna,” Jimin slurs.

“Wouldn’t you rather sleep in your bed?”

“Will you be in it?”

A fully conscious Jimin would be mortified for asking that, but this Jimin is seconds from deep sleep and has a very tiny filter left.

“D-do you want me to be?” Yoongi asks back, surprised at the question.

“Yeah,” Jimin says softly, sleepy eyes meeting Yoongi’s.

“Then yeah,” Yoongi says after a pause to think. He exits the car then and Jimin forces himself to do the same and sleepily climb the stairs to their apartment.

Jimin is so tired he just flops face first onto his bed. He can vaguely hear Yoongi chuckle and move closer which makes him tilt his head towards the elder.

“That can’t be comfortable for sleeping,” Yoongi comments.

“When you’re tired enough it is,” Jimin mumbles.

“At the very least take off your jeans and not smother yourself.”

“Take them off for me.”

“Jimin.”

“Hyung you have seen me naked and in all sorts of disarray, sometimes at your doing. I’m sure you can handle the simple task of just taking my jeans off.”

“That was surprisingly coherent of you.”

“Hyung,” Jimin whines making Yoongi laugh.

“Okay fine. Can you at least roll over on your own?”

Jimin grumbles as he does so, now laying on his back diagonally across the bed. Yoongi shakes his head fondly as he rounds the bed. He expertly takes off Jimin’s jeans and Jimin giggles throughout it.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You know I get giggly when I’m tired.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“You said you’d join me,” Jimin says with a pout.

“I will but you can go to sleep before I do.”

“I don’t want to.”

Yoongi sighs fondly and relents the discussion. “Okay give me a second.”

Yoongi leaves the room, presumably to go to his own, and Jimin shifts to be under the covers and not taking over the entire bed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and holds it close to his face as he scrolls through social media, replying to the occasionally congratulations message and sharing the news from the competition’s account. His phone close to his face and the bright light of it making the darkness of the room even darker meant he didn’t notice Yoongi return until the bed dips and Yoongi’s face is hovering over his own.

“Shit you scared me,” Jimin gasp, dropping his phone against his chest.

“Sorry baby,” Yoongi says before kissing him softly. That kiss soothed away the startled feeling and brings the warmth he felt earlier back. Yoongi moves off of him and gets under the blanket. Jimin is quick to cuddle up to him, humming happily when Yoongi wraps an arm around him and rubs soothing circles on his back.

“Now will you go to sleep?” Yoongi asks, sounding a bit tired himself. Jimin hums and nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck slightly.

“Hyung,” Jimin mumbles, sleep starting to takeover.

“Yeah Min?”

“You’re my favorite person,” Jimin mumbles before fully falling into a deep sleep.  

Chapter Text

“Merry Christmas hyung!”

Jimin drops a small gift into the elder’s lap before plopping down next to him on the couch with a bright smile.

“Jimin it’s not even Christmas yet,” Yoongi says, looking at the younger with a confused expression.

“I know that but we’re both going home for Christmas, so I decided to give you this gift now.”

“This gift? There is more?” Yoongi asks in surprise.

“Yes. There is the nicer best friend gift and then the suggestive gift.”

“Which one is this?”

“Open it and find out,” Jimin replies with a growing smirk. Yoongi eyes the younger carefully before tearing the gift wrap off the small box and pulling the lid off. Laying inside is a black satin blindfold and Yoongi restrains himself from laughing.

“Ah the suggestive one I see,” he says with a chuckle breaking through. When he looks over at the younger, he sees that Jimin has moved closer and is sitting directly next to him.

“You said you wanted to try it, so I was thinking we could now,” Jimin explains, his small hand trailing up the elder’s thigh slowly.

“Now?”

“Yes, now.” Jimin grabs the now empty box and tosses it aside so he can straddle the elder. “I want to make you feel good.”

“We have finals to study for Minie.”

“We can both use a break. And I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me recently.”

“You don’t have-”

“Hyung I know I don’t have to. I said I want to. Let me take care of you,” Jimin interrupts, his hands sliding over Yoongi’s chest. “If you want to, of course.”

“What did you have in mind?” Yoongi asks, arousal starting to boil inside him.

“You just have to sit back and let me do all the work. But you can’t see it. Just feel and listen,” Jimin explains, his voice sultry and eyes filled with lust. “Would you like that hyung?”

“Y-yeah,” Yoongi answers shakily, getting way too turned on by just talking about it.

“Do you want it now?” Jimin asks, taking the blindfold out of Yoongi’s hands and examining it casually.

“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales, hands moving to Jimin’s waist like magnets for the younger. Jimin hums in response before listing the blindfold over Yoongi’s yet, spreading it open to put it on him.

“Safe words okay?” Jimin confirms, lust-filled eyes burning into Yoongi’s.

“Okay,” Yoongi affirms. Jimin pecks his lips with a kiss before sliding the mask over his head, adjusting it to fit over his eyes and plunging Yoongi into darkness.

“Is that okay hyung?” Jimin asks, adjusting it slightly.

“Yeah, it’s good.”

“Okay. Now stay here and don’t take it off,” Jimin instructs. Yoongi feels Jimin get off his lap and can hear him leaving the room and then left in silence. Just as he was going to start to worry about Jimin pranking him, he hears the younger come back.

“Good boy,” Jimin whispers in his ear, making chills prickle on Yoongi’s neck. It’s quiet and then Yoongi feels Jimin softly bite under his opposite ear which makes a whole shiver roll through his body. The younger trails kisses down his jaw and moves to his lips, connecting them softly before pulling away.

“Fuck,” Yoongi gasps when he feels Jimin’s hands grab his upper thighs. The younger slides his hands down before coming back up and wrapping his fingers over the waistband of his sweats.

“Can I hyung?” Jimin asks, his voice so sinful that Yoongi feels his growing erection twitch. The elder nods and shortly after feels Jimin tug at his sweats, lifting his hips to help dispose of his pants and be left in a t-shirt and boxers.

“Lift your arms,” Jimin instructs and Yoongi does so. Jimin pulls at the hem of his shirt and takes it off the elder. Shortly after Jimin is straddling him again, startling Yoongi slightly since he can’t see anything the younger does. Jimin grabs Yoongi’s hands and guides them to his waist, and Yoongi feels skin instead of fabric like before. So he lets his hands wander to find Jimin is in the same state Yoongi is: shirtless in underwear.

“Shit baby,” Yoongi exhales when his fingers trail over familiar lace. “Which ones?”

“The red ones from my birthday,” Jimin answers, voice close to Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi remembers them immediately and the mental picture makes him groan softly. “Touch as much as you want hyung.”

Yoongi’s hands still briefly at that and he feels Jimin press his lips to him and cradle his face with his hands. The kiss is slow and intimate, but quickly becomes more sensual as Yoongi relaxes into letting Jimin lead. Yoongi moves his hands again, touching anywhere on the younger he can. His hands find their home on Jimin’s ass, feeling the lace on Jimin’s smooth skin. Jimin trails kisses down to the elder’s neck, paying specific attention to the most sensitive spots.

Jimin moves off of him suddenly and the absence of the younger sends a shiver of want through Yoongi. He reaches out further to try and find and grab Jimin to know such luck.

“Aw does hyung miss me on his lap?” Jimin teases, now standing behind Yoongi which startles him.

“I do. Come back,” Yoongi replies, getting a soft giggle from the younger.

“Patience hyung,” Jimin says and then Yoongi can hear him move back around to in front of him. Jimin wraps his fingers over the waistband on his boxers and Yoongi already lifts his hips for the younger to take them off. “Someone is eager.”

“Every touch is like twice as intense. You’d be eager too.”

“I’d probably be worse,” Jimin chuckles, discarding Yoongi’s boxers entirely.

“Yeah proba-fuck!” Yoongi gets cut off by Jimin grabbing his length and start stroking him lazily.

“What was that hyung?” Jimin taunts.

“I know what you’re going to-ah!” Jimin cuts him off again by suckling the tip briefly as he continues his lazy strokes. “Brat.”

Jimin giggles and Yoongi fills the younger slightly shift. He expects Jimin to go down on him and is waiting in anticipation, breathing erratic and heart racing, when the younger sucks on a nipple instead.

“Shit baby,” Yoongi breathes, body spasming at the unexpected touch. He never considered himself sensitive there, but when he can’t see anything that Jimin is doing everything is sensitive. The younger continues his ministrations, sucking and licking over the nubs before pulling them with his teeth. He does this while stroking Yoongi loosely and till the elder is squirming under his touch.

“Baby please,” Yoongi pants, feeling very worked up from Jimin’s teasing. Jimin doesn’t respond with words, instead kissing Yoongi hard and making hip gasp into a groan as he shoves his tongue into the elder’s mouth. They have a sloppy make out until Jimin pulls away abruptly and wraps his lips around his length.

“Fuck yes,” Yoongi gasps, his breathing heavy as Jimin sucks and licks his dick masterfully. He groans in pleasure and feels his orgasm building swiftly. When he feels his tip down Jimin’s throat his climax rushes closer faster. “Close baby.”

Jimin hums around Yoongi which accelerates his release even more and just before he’s about to warn Jimin, the younger pulls off and all feeling of the younger’s touch is gone.

“Baby fuck why?” Yoongi groans, his desire to cum high but being denied.

“Cause I don’t want you to cum yet,” Jimin explains simply.

“Is this payback for edging you?”

“No. I’m just not done making you feel good yet.”

Yoongi feels the couch dip next to him as Jimin straddles him again. The elder glides his hands up Jimin’s thighs to find the lace is now gone and his thought is interrupted when Jimin pulls his face into a sensual kiss. Jimin is moaning into the kiss and he grinds into the elder, searching for his own relief on his neglected cock.

“I want you to find something,” Jimin says when he parts from the kiss, still rolling his hips into Yoongi.

“Find something? While blindfolded?” Yoongi asks, confused at the request.

“Yes. It’s on me. Or in me,” Jimin explains, kissing around Yoongi’s face.

“In you?”

“Or on.”

“What am I looking for?”

“You’ll know when you find it.”

“Jimin,” Yoongi laughs.

“Come on hyung. Indulge me a little.”

“Fine baby,” Yoongi says, somehow managing to kiss Jimin despite being blindfolded. The younger hums happily at that then grabs Yoongi’s hands and places them on his shoulders.

“Get to it hyung,” Jimin says, earning a chuckle from the elder. Yoongi trails his hands down Jimin’s chest, thumbing over his nipples which makes the younger jolt in pleasure and whimper quietly. He keeps traveling down, grazing just over Jimin’s dick making him yelp at the contact. He then gets and idea and wraps a hand around the neglected length, using precum as lubricant and stroking him slowly.

“Hyung,” Jimin moans in warning.

“You’re the one who said I should get an award for multitasking,” Yoongi replies. He continues stroking with one hand and pulling soft whines and moans out of Jimin while the other hand glides over the younger’s body. Yoongi had an idea of what Jimin wanted him to find, so he avoided it until Jimin was panting hard and whining harder.

“Hyung please,” Jimin whimpers. Yoongi takes pity then, moving his hand around Jimin’s ass and trailing a finger over his hole to find the butt plug he figured was there. He grabs hold of the base and starts moving it inside Jimin who lets out a shaky gasp from it. He feels Jimin’s hand move his hand off the plug and then off his cock, setting them to the elder’s sides and then shifting slightly in his lap.

“Don’t move your hands,” Jimin instructs. Yoongi is about to ask why but hears the pop of a bottle cap which makes the embers of his arousal spark. He can’t tell much of what else Jimin is doing besides the quiet, wet sound of lube being spread. He then feels the cold lube on his length that is quickly warmed by Jimin’s hand. Jimin isn’t fully gripping him though which confuses Yoongi. He feels what he thinks are the fingers of Jimin’s other hand wrap around his cock and then a hard but smooth object firmly pressed to him.

“Baby what are you doing?”

Jimin doesn’t answer, instead starting to move his hands in slow strokes over the elder’s length. The hard object also moves somewhat and the different sensation of it makes the elder moan low in his throat. Jimin is also mewling and panting in pleasure, and Yoongi’s desperation to know what is happening is growing.

“Don’t you dare take off the blindfold,” Jimin pants as if he just read Yoongi’s mind. The new feeling plus the desire to know what is happening is riling him up and Yoongi’s groans start getting louder.

“Fuck baby I want…” Yoongi trails off, breathing heavy and brain getting fuzzy. With a whimper, Jimin removes one of his hands and grabs Yoongi’s, moving it to take the place of his. As Yoongi curls his fingers around himself and the other object and Jimin gasps suddenly, Yoongi understands what they’re doing.

“Shit baby. Rubbing our cocks together,” Yoongi grunts. His larger hand can grip them better so Jimin removes his other hand entirely and lets Yoongi do the work of stroking them both. He starts moving faster and adding pressure, making both of them moan and groan at the feeling. Jimin starts thrusting into his hold some and the feeling of his dick rubbing into Yoongi’s makes them both gasp and Yoongi pumping them faster.

“Fuck baby you feel so good,” Yoongi pants, chasing his release until Jimin grabs his wrist to stop his movements.

“Don’t hyung,” Jimin pants, pushing his hand away fully then.

“Why not?” Yoongi grunts, feeling denied again.

“You’ll feel in a second.”

Yoongi furrows his brows from his lack of understanding and feels Jimin shift off his lap entirely but come back immediately in a different position that Yoongi can’t quite figure out.

“Keep your hands to yourself till I say otherwise hyung,” Jimin instructs. The younger then strokes Yoongi’s dick a few more times with more lube and then holds him at the base. When the tip presses at Jimin’s rim, a sharp spark of arousal shoots through Yoongi.

“Oh fuck,” he yelps as the tip breaches the ring of muscles and Jimin slowly sinks onto him fully. The feeling has Yoongi gasping and clenching his hands into fists to keep himself from touching Jimin even though he desperately wants to. “Shit baby ah so tight.”

“Fuck hyung you feel bigger,” Jimin pants as he bottoms out, shifting his hips slightly before stilling to adjust.

“Please let me touch you baby,” Yoongi begs, breathing labored with desire.

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m making you feel good,” Jimin answers before rising to the tip and slamming back down with a wail of pleasure from both of them.

“Fuck baby a-ah,” Yoongi pants as Jimin starts steadily bouncing on his cock, gripping the cushion under him to refrain from touching Jimin still. Without his vision, the feeling of Jimin’s walls is extra intense and every sound the younger makes more powerful for getting Yoongi worked up.

“God baby fuck feels so fucking good like this,” Yoongi grunts, his body tense with his restraint from touching and his building orgasm.

“Yeah? Wanna see how good I take your cock?” Jimin asks. Yoongi groans, his desire to see again now hitting him along with his desire to touch. After all the teasing and not knowing what the younger was up to, Yoongi just wants to see his lover at work.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do fuck please baby,” Yoongi pants.

“Be patient,” Jimin pants and Yoongi groans in frustration.

“Then let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Fuck!” Yoongi swears hard as Jimin slams down hard and cries out obscenely.

“Fuck hyung I found it ah!” Jimin moans, slamming down again and again indicating he found his prostate.

“Please baby let me see. Let me touch. Anything,” Yoongi begs. His body is twitching from wanting to grab Jimin and it’s making his arousal burn a hole in his gut.

“Hyung!” Jimin groans, clenching hard and sliding down Yoongi slowly making them both moan obscenely.

“Jimin fuck please!”

With zero warning, the blindfold is pulled off and Yoongi has to blink away his startled feeling and adjust to the light. Once he can see, a guttural groan pulls out of him from the view. Jimin is still riding him hard, facing away so his toned back and supple ass are in perfect view. He can see how Jimin’s ass jiggles on impact and they sight alone pushes him to the edge.

“Touch me hyung please touch me anywhere fuck,” Jimin rambles, bouncing faster and moaning louder. Yoongi immediately grabs Jimin’s ass with a firm squeeze, making Jimin stutter his bounces to a halt. Yoongi then firmly grabs Jimin by the hips and starts controlling his movements, making the younger slam down on his length hard every time.

“Fuck baby you’re so hot. So sexy watching you take me like this,” Yoongi groans.

“Fuck I’m close don’t stop please ah!”

Yoongi starts thrusting his hips up to meet with his slams of the younger and both are so loud with their pleasure sounds that the living room is ringing with it.

“God fuck Jimin fuck fuck fuck ah! I’m cumming,” Yoongi groans, unable to hold himself back. Yoongi slams the younger down one more time and cums hard, groaning so loud it’s near a scream and holding Jimin’s hips so tight his knuckles are white. The hard slam and the pulsing of Yoongi’s climax push Jimin over the edge as well, panting heavily with his head dropped back as ropes of white hit his stomach and Yoongi’s thighs.

“Ah ah fuck hyung,” Jimin pants as aftershocks roll through his body, making him visibly shiver and grip Yoongi’s thighs for support.

“Relax baby,” Yoongi exhales. His grip on the younger has relaxed, so his hands move to his waist and he pulls Jimin to rest back against him. The younger is pliant and goes lax against Yoongi as he comes back down slowly.

“Hyung,” Jimin sighs after a while.

“Yes baby?”

“Did I succeed?”

“At what?”

“Making you feel good.”

“Ah,” Yoongi chuckles lightly. “You more than succeeded. You excelled. Like always.”

“Hyung,” Jimin says in a playful warning.

“I’m serious. Fuck that was so good. You’re so good to me,” Yoongi assures, softly kissing where he can reach after.

“I try.”

“You succeed.”

Jimin giggles airily and sits up off Yoongi with the elder softening inside him.

“We’re gonna make a mess,” Jimin muses, trying to determine how to pull out in the least messy way possible.

“Yeah. But I’d love to watch my cum leak out of you to be honest,” Yoongi admits, hands sliding down Jimin’s back and over the curve of his ass.

“As you wish hyung,” Jimin says before he slowly pulls off, leaning forward and pushing his ass out in front of Yoongi for the perfect view. As his spent cock drops out and cum starts leaking out of the younger, Yoongi groans gutturally and mindlessly kneads Jimin’s ass while entranced by the drip.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi mutters, mesmerized by the view and feeling his arousal start to bubble up again. “This view makes me want to fuck you again.”

With a laugh, Jimin sits up and turns to face the elder now, pulling him into a soft kiss that they both happily melt into.

“We need a shower now,” Jimin says after pulling away.

“Yeah we do,” Yoongi says before grabbing Jimin’s thighs and lifting him while he stands.

“Hyung!” Jimin yelps in surprise before laughing.

“It’s my turn to take care of you.”

“You always take care of me.”

“And I don’t plan on stopping.”

Jimin’s heart swells with fondness and he smiles brightly at the elder, letting him take control now and just happy to be with the one he loves.

--

“It’s not another sex toy, is it?” Jimin asks as he accepts the gift from Taehyung.

“No, it’s not. You haven’t even told me if you’ve used the first one,” Taehyung laughs. Jimin rolls his eyes and starts unwrapping the present, pulling the lid off to see a really nice dance bag folded inside.

“Tae!” Jimin says happily, pulling the bag out to look at it properly.

“Figured you could use a new one for New York. Your old one has lived a good life,” Taehyung explains.

“This is so thoughtful,” Jimin muses. He throws his arms around the younger in a tight hug that Taehyung happily returns. “Now I wish I had something to give you.”

“We promised you’d bring me something from New York, so you’re good Minie.”

The apartment door opens then and a tired looking Yoongi walks in, kicking his shoes off with no care of where they land and shucking his coat off and folding it over a kitchen chair.

“Hi hyung!” Jimin says happily. “How was your last final?”

“Final,” Yoongi deadpans, dropping into the armchair. “Hi Tae.”

“Hi hyung. You look awful,” Taehyung says with a smirk.

“Thanks I hadn’t noticed. What’s that?” Yoongi asks, looking down to the bag Jimin is holding.

“Oh Tae got me a new dance bag for Christmas,” Jimin explains cheerily.

“That’s thoughtful,” Yoongi says with a soft smile.

“That’s what I said!” Jimin giggles adorably.

“Oh damn I need to get going so I don’t miss my train,” Taehyung announces, pushing himself off the couch to standing. “You’re both going home for the holidays, yeah?”

“For Christmas. We’ll be here for New Years,” Jimin explains, putting the bag aside to stand as well.

“Ooh any fun plans?” Taehyung asks, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively.

“The same thing we do every year: get drunk at home,” Yoongi deadpans.

“Uh huh I’m sure that is all you two will do,” Taehyung replies with a smirk. “Have a good Christmas you two.”

“You too Tae,” Jimin says, giving the youngest another tight hug. After the hug, Taehyung starts to leave, but not before ruffling Yoongi’s hair from behind.

“Yah! You’re a brat Tae!”

“I know!” Taehyung calls back as he goes to the door, leaving shortly after. The apartment is quiet then until Jimin comes back from walking Taehyung to the door and plops down into Yoongi’s lap.

“Hi,” Jimin says, kissing Yoongi gently after.

“Hi baby,” Yoongi replies sleepily. He snakes his arms around the younger’s waist and pulls him closer. “You’re cute.”

“I’m cute?”

“Yeah.”

“What makes you say that?” Jimin laughs, raking his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.

“Well, you’re always cute. But you being excited about the bag was extra cute.”

“Oh,” Jimin mumbles, his cheeks tinged pink in a soft blush.

“When are you leaving again?” Yoongi asks, nuzzling into Jimin’s neck and kissing there delicately.

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” Yoongi asks, suddenly livelier as he looks back at Jimin in surprise.

“Yeah. Tomorrow morning,” Jimin replies simply.

“Shit already?”

“Yes. That is how time works,” Jimin teases. “And you leave on Sunday which is the day after tomorrow.”

“Okay smartass.”

“You love it.”

“I do love your ass. Hey!” Jimin playfully hits Yoongi in the arm with a giggle that turns into bright laughter as Yoongi attacks him with tickles for revenge.

“Okay okay stop I can’t breathe!” Jimin pants between laughing. They are both giggling like idiots and fondness washes over both of them.

“Okay well since you are leaving tomorrow, I have to give you your gifts today,” Yoongi reasons, patting Jimin’s thigh to instruct him to get up.

“Gifts? Like plural?” Jimin questions as he gets up.

“Yes plural. You’ll see.” Yoongi winks at him before going to his room. Jimin watches him walk away curiously before remembering the second gift he has for the elder and jogging to his room to grab it real quick.

He walks out the same time Yoongi does, and the elder is indeed carrying two different gifts.

“What’s that?” Yoongi asks, quirking an eyebrow at the small box in Jimin’s hand.

“It’s the nicer best friend gift,” Jimin explains. He goes to the couch, plopping down where he was sat earlier with Taehyung and Yoongi joins him.

“Here,” Yoongi hands him the first gift. “The nice best friend gift as you say. It’s a little cheesy though.”

Jimin takes it and tears away the wrapping paper and pulls off the lid to reveal a black sweatshirt. As Jimin pulls it off he feels how gloriously soft it is and his immediate desire is to put it on right away.

“Look in the pocket,” Yoongi instructs, observing Jimin carefully. The younger locates the pocket in question, which is a square one over where his heart would be. He sees something peak over the edge so he pulls open the pocket to reveal an embroidered calico cat that has it’s ears peek over the top.

“Hyung this is adorable!” Jimin praises, now even more excited over the seemingly simply gift.

“I figured since you’ll be flying to New York and that is a long flight you’d want to be comfortable and you adore oversized, fluffy sweatshirts.”

“And you found one with a calico hiding in the pocket.”

“Actually I found someone to do that.”

“You what?” Jimin asks, eyes growing wide as he looks to the elder.

“I had that added. I wanted it to be a little more special than just a black sweatshirt,” Yoongi admits, his cheeks flushing with slight embarrassment.

“You were right this is cheesy,” Jimin says with a giggle. “And I love it.”

“Really? You’re not just say that to appease me?”

“Of course not! Sure it looks simple to others, but to me it’s special and thoughtful,” Jimin explains. “The fact only we really understand it entirely makes me love it more.”

“Now you’re the cheesy one,” Yoongi laughs, still blushing somewhat. Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, still smiling over his new favorite piece of clothing.

“Okay my turn,” Jimin announces, putting the sweatshirt aside and holding the small gift he has for the elder out to him. Yoongi takes it and unwraps it quickly, pulling the lid off the box to reveal the present.

“A passport?” Yoongi says, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Open in,” Jimin instructs, smiling with amusement. Yoongi does so and his confused expression turns to complete bewilderment.

“My passport?!”

“Yeah.”

“You’re gifting me my own passport?”

“I’m gifting you the opportunity to use it.”

Yoongi stares at him in deep confusion before asking, “What does that mean?”

Jimin giggles at Yoongi’s reaction, which is exactly what he wanted, and then starts to explain.

“For the competition in New York, I can bring one person with me. And I want you to come with me.”

“Me?! Why me?” Yoongi asks, now surprised and confused at once.

“Because you’re my favorite person who always manages to make me feel better in every situation and does so much for me, so you deserve it,” Jimin answers succinctly. Yoongi stares at him with mouth opening and closing much like a goldfish as he tries to think of what to say.

“Jimin this is…wow really?”

“Yes really. Come spend a week in New York with me.” Jimin feels his heart race in his chest as he waits for Yoongi to respond. This was a bold decision on his part, especially after having defined his true feelings for the elder. But when told he could bring someone with him, the first person he thought of was Yoongi.

“Okay. Yeah, fuck how could I say no to that?” Yoongi says finally and the wave of relief washes over Jimin. He smiles his crescent-eye smile and Yoongi returns his gummy one, and then they close the distance between them in a close hug, squeezing each other to have no distance between them. When they start to separate, Jimin has the strong urge to kiss Yoongi, but not just any kiss. He wants it to be the kind of kiss lovers share, full of romance and intimacy. But they aren’t lovers in that sense, so he bites down on his bottom lip and moves back from the elder.

“And all I gave you was a sweatshirt,” Yoongi mumbles, still in shock.

“Hey! I love that sweatshirt thank you very much,” Jimin defends, getting a soft chuckle from the elder. A small tension starts to grow between them and Jimin swears only he can feel it. Before it can get any bigger Jimin asks, “So um the other gift?”

“Oh right,” Yoongi replies, also feeling the tension and wanting to kiss Jimin just like how the younger wanted earlier. The elder hands over the second box which is heavier than the other one and Jimin’s eyebrow raises by that fact.

“Can this be defined as a suggestive gift?” Jimin teases, not genuinely thinking that is the case.

“Yes, it is.”

“Wait seriously?”

“Just open it,” Yoongi laughs. Jimin eyes the elder carefully before doing so, sitting the box on his lap as he takes the lid off and looks inside.

“A candle?”

“Yes.”

It’s Jimin’s turn to feel very confused. He picks up the candle in its glass container and examines it carefully. After reading the label, the realization kicks in.

“Oh got it,” Jimin mumbles seeing it is a massage candle.

“There is something else as well,” Yoongi adds, an amused smirk on his face. Jimin furrows his brows again and looks back into the box. The only other thing in the box is some black silk, which Jimin thought was just filler or came with the candle. He pulls it out in case something is hidden under it and he notices that there is a lot of it. He takes it out of the box and unfolds it to find it’s like a scarf in length. Jimin holds it up with a raised eyebrow and questioning expression to which Yoongi just nods smugly.

“Care to elaborate?” Jimin asks.

“Think through things you wanted to try but we haven’t done yet,” Yoongi prompts, enjoying the confusion the younger is experiencing.

“Okay…” Jimin says, pausing to think back to that first conversation months ago. “The candle is the temperature play right?”

“Mhmm.”

“What the hell would silk be used for?” Jimin asks himself. “The only other thing we haven’t done is the bon- oh,” Jimin drags out the last word, interrupting himself with his epiphany. “Can we do it with this?”

“Yeah, I looked it up. It’s a little more practical than buying handcuffs and stuff when you don’t even know if you like it,” Yoongi explains casually.

“Right. Of course you looked it up,” Jimin muses with a soft smile.

“Of course. I’d rather not half-ass it and end up hurting you in some way,” Yoongi answers seriously. Jimin feels his smile grow and he looks back to the elder.

“So, are you suggesting we do these tonight?” Jimin asks with an amused glint in his eyes.

“If you want to,” Yoongi answers, moving closer to the younger then. “It is our last night together before New Year’s. Might as well take advantage, right?”

“Right.”

“Only if you want to Min. You can say no if you-”

Jimin cuts him off with a firm kiss, surging into it enough to push Yoongi onto his back with him on top. Yoongi is quick to get out of his surprised state and kiss Jimin back just as fervently. Yoongi eagerly licks into Jimin’s mouth pulling a soft whimper from him. Jimin follows that with pulling Yoongi’s bottom lip between his teeth.

“So is that a yes?” Yoongi asks when the separate to breathe.

“Yes, it is a yes,” Jimin giggles. Yoongi smiles at him before a chaste kiss.

“We need to get set up, yeah?”

“Right,” Jimin replies, moving off the elder slowly before helping him up.

“Yours or mine?” Yoongi asks, the darkness in his eyes sending chills through the younger.

“Y-yours,” Jimin decides. With a curt nod, Yoongi kisses Jimin hard again and pulls away just as quickly, leaving the younger feeling dizzy.

“Be good and take these,” Yoongi starts, handing the candle and silk to Jimin. “And wait for me there.”

“Dressed or undressed?” Jimin asks in a moment of boldness, seeing a carnal glint in Yoongi’s eye at the question.

“Surprise me,” Yoongi says in a low voice that sends shivers through Jimin. With that he turns and goes to the kitchen while Jimin tentatively goes to Yoongi’s room. He crosses to the bed, placing the silk down on it and the candle on the nightstand.  With hands starting to shake he pulls of his shirt followed by his joggers, left in just his underwear and settling for that as surprise enough for the elder. Before he can do much else, Yoongi enters with a cup and a lighter.

“So you went with both dressed and undressed,” Yoongi muses with an amused smirk.

“Don’t lie you enjoy stripping me when you can,” Jimin defends, feeling a blush color his cheeks.

“I enjoy you in many different states,” Yoongi answers casually, but the lust in his eyes gives away his true feelings. “One being on the bed.”

Jimin snorts quietly, understanding the hint and taking it as an instruction. He crawls in, moving to the center of the bed and lying in it comfortable. Yoongi places the cup next to the candle and uses the lighter to light it so the wax can start to melt.

Yoongi strips himself of his t-shirt before crawling into the bed after Jimin, hovering over him and eyeing the younger carefully, almost like Jimin is his prey. The stare makes Jimin’s skin burn with anticipation and he can feel his heart pound in his chest like it wants to escape.

With a slow, sensual kiss, Yoongi closes the distance between them. Jimin pulls him closer by wrapping his arms around the elder’s neck, deepening their kiss. Yoongi licks over Jimin’s lips, making the younger part them and eagerly accepting the elder’s tongue to explore his mouth. Their lip lock is so erotic that Jimin already feels burning desire in his abdomen and a desperate need for more.

“Hyung need more,” Jimin pants before continuing the sensual kiss that is getting hungry and needy with his desperation. Yoongi matches the fervency of the younger’s kiss before pulling away to breathe and respond.

“What does baby want?” Yoongi asks before moving the kiss down Jimin’s jaw and to his neck.

“Tie me,” Jimin says shakily, his arousal getting the better of him. Yoongi continues his ministrations for a bit, sucking biting softly on the sensitive spots that make Jimin mewl and whimper.

“Safe words, yeah?” Yoongi confirms, moving to look Jimin in the eye.

“Yeah.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Good boy,” Yoongi smirks before kissing Jimin’s cheek quickly.

“Hyung,” Jimin says quickly before Yoongi can do anything.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be afraid to take control.”

Yoongi gives him a curious look at that and says, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jimin starts, hands roaming down the elder’s back. “I’ll do what you say.”

“Really? You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

The curious look flips to lust and desire in a second and Yoongi pulls back quickly, grabbing the silk before crowding into Jimin’s space and kissing him harshly. It’s a filthy kiss that has Jimin gasping at it’s fervency and moaning at his building climax already starting.

“Get on your knees and face the headboard,” Yoongi instructs. He moves out of Jimin’s space to let the younger get into position. Jimin feels the bed shift when Yoongi moves and then the warm press of Yoongi’s lips on his neck which makes him whimper.

“You’ll be good for me yeah?” Yoongi asks, voice sultry as he speaks next to Jimin’s ear.

“Yeah,” Jimin answers shakily.

“Good,” Yoongi muses. He lays his hands gently on the younger’s shoulders before letting his hands glide down his arms to his wrists. He then guides Jimin’s arms to be behind him with his wrists touching and chills roll through the younger.

“Fuck,” Jimin swears under his breath.

“You okay?”

“Fine. Just really turned on,” Jimin admits. He hears Yoongi softly chuckle before a kiss on his shoulder and then the feeling of silk over his wrists.

“Tell me if it’s uncomfortable,” Yoongi says as he wraps the fabric around a few times.

“Could be tighter.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. My hands are small remember I could slip out too easily,” Jimin reasons. He really just wants it to be tight, but that might scare Yoongi out of it. Yoongi tightens the wrapping where Jimin can wiggle in it but not slip out. He ties the ends in a bow for easy undoing when necessary and then goes back to kissing Jimin’s neck. Yoongi holds onto Jimin’s waist to keep him steady as he actively pulls moans from the younger.

“Color baby.”

“Green,” Jimin pants, feeling way too turned on from the little they’ve done.

“Sit against the headboard for me,” Yoongi orders gently. Jimin does his best to turn around with no hands till his shoulders are resting against the headboard. He leaves space between his back and the wall for his bound hands to rest. “Hot or cold?”

“What?” Jimin asks, unsure if he heard him correctly with how fuzzy his aroused mind is.

“Hot or cold?”

The understanding clicks for the younger, remembering the candle that’s been burning next to them. But what does cold mean?

“C-cold,” Jimin answers, his curiosity getting the better of him. He sees a flash in Yoongi’s eyes he can’t identify and then the elder is leaning forward like he would for a kiss, but stops just before.

“Close yours eyes then,” Yoongi says, his voice so low and sultry Jimin whimpers from it alone. The younger does instructed, letting his eyes close as his breathing gets heavier in anticipation. He hears Yoongi moving but can’t identify anything he is doing until the bed dips and he can sense the elder is close.

“Ah,” Jimin gasps, his eyes snapping open at the cold feeling on his neck. It moves towards his Adam’s apple which pulls a harsher gasp from him and then glides down to his chest. Jimin arches into the feeling, moaning and gasping softly. His body jolts forward when the cold slides over a nipple and he feels his clothed cock twitch as it moves over the other.

“Fuck,” Jimin moans when the freezing feeling leaves his body, only for it to move to his mouth as Yoongi kisses him, forcing his tongue into the younger’s mouth. The kiss itself is cold somehow and Jimin groans into it as he feels the ice cube slip into his mouth. They kiss with the ice cube between them, making Jimin moaning more as his mouth switches from freezing to warm and back again. It melts quickly and Jimin already misses the cool sensations sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

Yoongi seems to read his mind and grabs the cup he brought in early. He takes another ice cube out, holding it between his thumb and index finger as he trails it over Jimin’s body.

“Fuck hyung ah,” Jimin moans as the ice trail dips lower down his body, making his ab muscles twitch in reaction. Yoongi kisses his neck, sucking and licking over the trail the ice has left while still moving the cube on his lower body. It’s puling Jimin’s mind in two different directions and makes the younger breathe erratically.

“Enjoying it baby?” Yoongi asks, putting the cube back in the cup.

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales. Jimin rests his head back against the headboard and his eyes fall shut as he tries to get his breathing under control. Just as his breathing evens he is shocked by the ice-cold feeling on his long neglected cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jimin gasps hard, eyes snapping open wide and body lurching forward. Yoongi holds him steady with one arm while his over has his hand stroking Jimin under his underwear.

“How the…hyung what the fuck?” Jimin gasps, the feeling of a freezing cold hand on his erection way more powerful than anticipated and making Jimin feels like his heart is going to explode. His breathing is getting labored even as the cold fades with Yoongi’s strokes.

“Color?” Yoongi asks, sensing the younger is overwhelmed.

“Y-yellow.”

With that Yoongi immediately pulls his cold hand away to the relieved gasp of Jimin and holds the younger close, kissing him softly to help him relax.

“We can stop,” Yoongi offers.

“No just…give me a second. Fuck that was overwhelming,” Jimin pants. He’s already relaxing again and turns his head to kiss the elder gently. They exchange calm kisses until Jimin is whimpering for more.

“Do you still want to use the wax?” Yoongi asks, voice sincere with a bit of concern.

“Yeah. Just carefully,” Jimin answers, sitting against the headboard again.

“Of course baby,” Yoongi assures before pecking the younger’s lips delicately. “Color?”

“Green.”

With a nod, Yoongi moves off the bed and goes to the bathroom, returning shortly after with a wet washcloth that he sets aside before grabbing the coconut oil from the drawer.

“What’s that for?”

“It will help get the wax off later,” Yoongi explains, scooping some oil out with his fingers and rubbing it between his hands. “Just relax for me.”

“Kiss me and I will,” Jimin says. The elder chuckles softly before doing as said, kissing Jimin sensually as he rubs the oil over the younger’s torso. They kiss till Jimin is whining with need and then Yoongi pulls back, blowing the candle out before lifting it up high and tipping it till a drip hits his own wrist and making his arm twitch back in reaction.  

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to do that on me,” Jimin teases.

“I don’t want to burn you. No half-assing, remember?” Yoongi explains.

“Right I won’t tease then,” Jimin relents, his fondness for the elder warming his chest.

“Good. Ready?” Jimin nods in response and then watches as Yoongi repeats the steps of lifting the candle, this time over the younger’s chest, before tipping it slowly so it drips. The wax hits at the bottom of Jimin’s sternum and the younger hisses at the strong heat as it slides down his stomach. Yoongi repeats this in different spots, gauging whether to continue based on Jimin’s reactions.

“Doing so good baby. You okay?” Yoongi asks, taking a break to kiss the panting younger softly.

“Yeah just want you,” Jimin exhales. “Please hyung fuck me.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi says. He sets the candle aside and grabs the washcloth to wipe the wax off Jimin’s body, kissing him all the while in a quickly messy kiss filled with need. Once done and the washcloth tossed aside, Yoongi is pulling Jimin off the headboard and deepening the kiss while Jimin moans and starts to wiggle his bound wrists.

“Fuck I want to touch you,” Jimin pants then the separate.

“Not tonight baby,” Yoongi says with a smirk, trailing his fingertips down Jimin’s arms and watching the chills prickle up on his skin. “On your stomach for me.”

Jimin obliges, more so flopping into position with his lack of arms. He gasps as Yoongi grips his ass firmly before grabbing his underwear by the waist band and pulling it off. Jimin whines as his dick is exposed, rutting into the mattress for relief until Yoongi grips his hips hard.

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I?” Yoongi asks, his voice sinfully low.

“N-no.”

“And you said you’ll do as I say, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin stutters, getting aroused by Yoongi’s dominance.

“So be good and do what I say baby,” Yoongi finalizes. Yoongi pulls up on Jimin’s hips till the younger’s ass is in the air, hands then sliding to his as and squeezing till Jimin is mewling.

“Hyung please,” Jimin pants. Yoongi kneads his ass instead of responding, riling Jimin up more till he is whining with need.

“Stay like this,” Yoongi orders before moving away, leaving Jimin to balance himself with no arms and his ass in the air. He’s not gone long, scooping more coconut oil with his fingers and spreading it over his digits. Jimin is panting in anticipation and gasps when Yoongi squeezes a cheek again.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin moans as the elder slides a lubricated finger up from his perineum and over his hole, teasing the rim before pushing to lightly add pressure without inserting. He holds it there with a firm grip on the younger’s hip so he can’t move back into the finger until Jimin is rambling pleas for more.

“Hyung please fuck please I need it so bad!”

“How bad baby?”

“So fucking bad. I need you in me. Need you to fill me like only you can!”

Yoongi groans low in his throat at Jimin’s begging and take his grip of Jimin’s hip to slap his ass, followed by a squeeze and Yoongi pushing his finger inside.

“Oh god fuck finally,” Jimin moans, the feeling of one finger already relief and quickly not enough for him. “More more please.”

“That desperate for me,” Yoongi chides playfully, pushing a second finger in and thrusting the two in and out steadily. He scissors to stretch him more before finding Jimin’s prostate and putting pressure on it as Jimin cries out.

“Fuck hyung want your cock. Need it a-ah!”

“Patience Jimin,” Yoongi replies, the use of his name making Jimin shiver in pleasure. The younger whines as the pressure is removed but quickly thrown into another groan as Yoongi thrusts back in with three fingers. The burn of the stretch has Jimin panting and the pressure against his prostate again has him moaning at a higher pitch.

Yoongi starts thrusting his fingers in and out fast and aiming for Jimin’s prostate each time, making the younger spasm with pleasure at each impact. With his free hand, Yoongi grabs Jimin’s bound wrists and pulls, forcing Jimin’s chest to rise of the bed and his back to arch. Precum dribbles down his thighs as his dick bobs from the harsh position change. He tosses his head back in an obscene moan from the new angle, the manhandling, and the harsh thrusts inside him.

“Fuck fuck fuck ah Yoongi ah ah!” Jimin pants, his voice getting higher the hard Yoongi’s fingers are thrust into him. “Gonna cum fuck hyung I need-”

Jimin is cut off by his body dropping onto the bed as Yoongi lets his wrists go and pulls his fingers. The younger is quick to whine and squirm from having been so close to release and denied.

“Stand up.”

Jimin turns his head to look at the elder who is standing next to the bed. The serious and downright sinful look Yoongi has as he observes Jimin makes the younger whimper and comply immediately. It takes some work but Jimin manages to stand in front of Yoongi, his legs a little shaky from the denied orgasm and anticipation of what is to come.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Turn around,” Yoongi instructs and Jimin does so, his back now facing Yoongi which makes him feel vulnerable. Yoongi grabs onto his shoulders before sliding down his arms, stopping at where his wrists meet and pulling down slightly to make Jimin gasp and arch his back.

“So beautiful baby. Doing so good for me tonight,” Yoongi says in his most sinful voice. Jimin feels precum dribble out of him from the praise and he is so painfully hard he won’t last long. “Should I reward you?”

Jimin’s only response is to whimper at the thought, which is enough of an answer for Yoongi to circle in front of the younger with a smirk before dropping to his knees and taking Jimin’s length into his mouth.

“God fuck hyung ah!” Jimin grunts, the unexpected blowjob making it even more effective. Yoongi sucks and licks with no mercy and Jimin’s desperation to use his hands is increasing. He struggles against the silk to no avail and feels his orgasm about to crash into him.

“Fuck hyung I-I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” Jimin pants. Yoongi pops off him with a self-satisfied smirk.

“You don’t want to cum?”

“Wanna cum from your cock.”

Yoongi hums but doesn’t get up yet, still smirking up at the debauched Jimin with pride over his work.

“And if I say you’re going to cum down my throat first, you’ll have to do what I say, yes?”

Jimin’s eyes grow wide and mouth falls agape at that, looking at Yoongi like he is insane for such a suggestion. He feels his dick pulse in Yoongi’s still hand and he knows he agreed to do what Yoongi says.

“Y-yes.”

“Then you’re going to do just that right now.”

Jimin has no chance to respond, instead a guttural groan ripping out of him as Yoongi goes back to his merciless sucking. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get worked up again and chanting swears mixed with Yoongi’s name as he cums hard down the elder’s throat. If it wasn’t for Yoongi holding him at the hips, Jimin would have collapsed by now. He sways slightly after his high and Yoongi pulls off, standing to face Jimin before kissing him softly. He slides his tongue and the taste of himself on Yoongi’s tongue makes the younger groan into it. He so desperately wants to touch Yoongi but he still can’t.

“Color baby,” Yoongi requests.

“Green. Fuck please fuck me,” Jimin exhales getting a dark laugh from the elder.

“Oh I will. But first you have a favor to return.”

Jimin furrows his brows in confusion till Yoongi puts pressure on his shoulders to indicate he should get on his knees. Once in position, Jimin is face to face with Yoongi’s still clothed erection that is highly visible through his sweatpants. The elder sheds that last piece of clothing, kicking it aside and standing close to Jimin so the intention is clear.

“Put those pretty lips to use for me,” Yoongi orders. Jimin swallows hard and feels his own dick twitch in interest already with Yoongi’s dominance over him. He wraps his lips around the elder’s tip, sucking as his tongue plays with the slit and making Yoongi groan already. And then he realizes just how hard this will be with no hands. He does his best, taking Yoongi deep into his throat and licking all over his throbbing cock. He forces himself to swallow with Yoongi’s tip dipped into his throat and that sensation makes Yoongi swear loudly and jerk his hips forward.

“Fuck baby so good. Don’t even need your hands to be so good,” Yoongi grunts, a hand combing into Jimin’s hair and gripping tightly. Jimin moans around his length and the vibration makes the elder jerk his hips forward again.

“Want to fuck your mouth baby,” Yoongi pants, looking down at Jimin waiting for permission. The younger hums and nods while still sucking on his cock, and that send sparks of arousal through Yoongi. The elder starts moving Jimin’s head by the grip in his hair, feeling his tip dip into Jimin’s throat and groaning softly. His self-restraint weakens and he starts thrusting to meet his movements and Jimin moans hard around him making the pleasure even more intense.

“Ah fuck! Get up,” Yoongi orders, pulling Jimin off him entirely and the younger gasps for air now that he can breathe properly again. After a few deep breaths, Jimin manages to stand again with legs shaking. “Turn around.”

Now with Jimin facing away from him, Yoongi firmly grips the younger’s ass to make him cry out in need before nudging his legs apart for a better stance. “Fold over.”

Jimin looks over his shoulder with a confused look which makes the elder chuckle darkly.

“I said fold over,” Yoongi repeats, slapping Jimin’s ass with one hand while the other guides him to bend over completely.

“Fuck,” Jimin gasps. He squeezes his abs to help him balance since he has no hands to steady himself on the ground. His heart is pounding over this new position and waiting for what Yoongi will do.

“I found a new favorite view,” Yoongi says. “So sexy like this. Bending over for my cock so easily.”

“Please hyung,” Jimin begs. He is already hard again and he feels precum smearing on his stomach from the position.

“Okay baby. I’ll give you what you want.”

Yoongi is already pushing the head past Jimin’s rim, holding the younger’s hips to stabilize him so he doesn’t fall over. As Yoongi keeps pushing in, Jimin’s delirious moans and whines increase in frequency until he bottoms out.

“Oh my god hyung,” Jimin pants, the feeling of finally being full in such a new way already making his orgasm build. “Oh my fucking god.”

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Yoongi pants. “God didn’t know you’d be so tight like this.”

“Move please move need it can’t wait,” Jimin babbles, too aroused to wait to fully adjust at this point.

Yoongi starts slow and shallow, not pushing in to hard so he doesn’t knock Jimin over. The slow pace feels like a special kind of torture to Jimin who so desperately wants to get railed at this point.

“Fuck hyung just fuck me already,” Jimin groans, needing so much more with how his body is ablaze with desire. Yoongi thrusts in hard once, knocking the air out of Jimin and then stilling while buried deep. A hard smack on his ass makes Jimin’s swear sharply.

“You’ll take what I give you baby. So be good,” Yoongi growls and precum spurts from Jimin at Yoongi taking control. The elder returns to his slow pace, thrusting in hard occasionally to make Jimin cry out before slowing again.

“Please I’ve been so good hyung,” Jimin pants desperately. “I just want your cock.”

“You have it already. Or is this,” Yoongi thrusts in hard and stills again, “Not enough for you?”

“Fuck, need more. Give me more,” Jimin rambles.

“If you say so.”

Yoongi grabs Jimin’s wrists and pulls him up like he did before, making him stretch his arms back and making his back arch. Yoongi starts thrusting in faster and harder, grunting all the while and Jimin cries in pleasure at finally getting what he wanted.

“Fuck yes yes yes don’t stop fuck,” Jimin rambles, the words slipping through his lust-hazed mind.

“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” Yoongi groans, his orgasm building rapidly after the long delay of his own pleasure. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t believe it.”

“Yoongi ah please please please want to cum. Make me cum.”

“God you’re so sexy like this. Taking my cock so well in this perfect ass.”

Jimin feels tears start to trail down his face from the powerful pleasure. The praise is pushing him closer to the edge and his climax is set to burst any second.

“Fuck close hyung please!” Jimin cries. Yoongi hits his prostate then and that one hit is all it took to shove Jimin into his hardest orgasm ever.

“God fuck Yoongi ah!” Jimin rambles as he cums hard untouched, body spasming with each pulse of his climax. He’s crying more now, tears washing over his face as his high hits him like a highspeed train. He’s in such a daze he doesn’t notice Yoongi move them so his chest is resting on the mattress and the silk has been untied to free his arms.

“Hyung fill me,” Jimin musters through his post-orgasm trance. With a couple more powerful thrusts Yoongi is climaxing himself, thrusting through it to pull every drop out with a low groan. His body feels shaky now having had all of his muscles working to keep them standing, so Yoongi drops over Jimin, his arms holding him up to not crush the younger underneath him.

“Baby are you okay?” Yoongi asks softly. The younger is breathing heavy and has his eyes closed, so Yoongi waits to see if he’ll speak. After a quiet moment of just their breathing filling the room, Yoongi decides to pull out, going to grab a clean washcloth to clean them up. After doing so, he picks Jimin up enough to move him further onto the bed and lying on his back.

“Jimin,” Yoongi prompts softly, joining the younger and pulling him into his arms to cuddle him close. “Was that too much? You’re not answering.”

“’M fine just fuck,” Jimin exhales, relaxing into Yoongi’s arms. “Don’t let go.”

“Okay,” Yoongi says softly, kissing Jimin’s temple gently and raking his fingers through the younger’s hair gently. They stay like that for a while and Yoongi thinks Jimin has fallen asleep until the young stirs in his arms to look at him.

“That has to be the hardest I’ve orgasmed ever.”

“Clearly,” Yoongi teases gently. “You were unresponsive for a while.”

“My heart might have stopped. I’m not sure.”

“Don’t tell me that I’ll freak out having killed you.”

“I’m clearly not dead hyung.”

“I know but don’t scare me.”

“Dying from an amazing fuck is a pretty good way to go though.”

“Jimin!”

The younger starts giggling uncontrollably and Yoongi can’t help but smile fondly at him despite the teasing he’s receiving.

“So since you called it amazing, I’m guessing you enjoyed it.”

“Obviously,” Jimin answers, relaxing against the elder’s chest. “The wax didn’t do much honestly. The ice did way more than I expected. And fuck hyung when you embrace your dominant side…”

Yoongi starts laughing, feeling a bit embarrassed and flattered at the same time.

“What about the bondage?”

“That was good too. But mostly how you took advantage of it.”

“Noted,” Yoongi chuckles lightly before kissing the younger’s forehead softly.

“But what about you? Was that all okay for you?”

“Yeah, it was,” Yoongi answers. “Like most things, I don’t know if I would do it often, but if you really like dom Yoongi that much he might come more often.”

“I do,” Jimin answers eagerly making Yoongi laugh. “I also like caring and attentive Yoongi though. So don’t lose him.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Jimin tilts his head up to look at the elder with a soft smile. He reaches up to cup Yoongi’s face and pull him into a gentle kiss, the delicate touch of their lips together making each of them melt inside.

“We need to shower,” Yoongi says after pulling away. “Especially you.”

“Are you calling me filthy?”

“You did beg for me to fuck you hard until I made you cum. Plus you likely still have some wax on you plus the coconut oil. And I did cum inside. And-”

“Okay I get it,” Jimin interrupts, pushing a finger against Yoongi’s lips to silence him. Yoongi grabs Jimin's hand away from his mouth, spreading it open to lace their fingers together before kissing the back of Jimin’s hand. It’s such an intimate gesture that Jimin feels the butterflies in his stomach take flight.

“Let’s shower baby,” Yoongi says, letting Jimin’s hand go and the younger has to hide his disappointment.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” Jimin asks, not wanting to let go of the elder yet.

“You really want me to?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah,” Jimin says quietly. “Want you close before leaving.”

Yoongi smiles at him softly, kissing his lips sweetly before saying “Okay.”

Jimin smiles brightly before pecking a chaste kiss to the elder’s lips and rolling out of the bed for the shower. The elder comes into the bathroom shortly after and they take an unnecessarily long shower that is more kissing than cleaning, but they are both so wrapped up in each other that they don’t care.

Once it’s time for bed, Jimin happily pulls Yoongi to his room, since the elder’s is a mess from the night’s previous events. They mold together comfortably against each other like they are meant to be that way and after some languid kissing and whispered goodnights, they relax into sleep.

Yoongi falls asleep before Jimin and the younger is left to think with the comforting rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing and heartbeat as background noise. Jimin loves him and loves this. He wants this every day and night and to just happily be with the elder beyond the boundaries of friends or fuckbuddies. But he can’t help but feel that maybe he is taking advantage of Yoongi’s good nature when he asks to be close like this. But if Yoongi really didn’t want to do all of this, he would say so. Right?

These thoughts mull around in his mind until he finally drifts off to sleep.

Chapter Text

Jimin (10:03 pm):

I miss you|

Jimin watches the blinking line at the end of his unsent message as if hypnotized. But really he is just lost in thought. He has been home for a few days for Christmas and has been trying his best to immerse himself in time with his family. But every night his mind drifts back to Yoongi.

Texting him I miss him is not a very just fuckbuddies thing to do.

But he is your best friend too. And you’re in love with him.

He doesn’t know that.

And you’ve never texted him that you missed him as his best friend either.

You’re allowed to miss people and tell them so.

Jimin’s thoughts get interrupted when his phone vibrates in his hand, startling the younger enough to drop it on his chest with a thud. He recovers it and sees the culprit for his startling and his heart rate picks up.

Yoongi-hyung (10:07 pm):

Hey Min

“Speak of the devil,” Jimin mumbles to himself as he erases his draft and sends a new message.

Jimin (10:09 pm):

Hi hyung

Yoongi-hyung (10:11 pm):

How’s family time going?

Jimin (10:13 pm):

It’s nice

Not very exciting

Yoongi-hyung (10:15pm):

Did you want exciting?

Jimin (10:16 pm):

Not specifically lol

Just a lot of chill time

Yoongi-hyung (10:18 pm):

Which you deserve

Mr. Grand Prize Dancer

Jimin (10:20 pm):

Hyung that was like a month ago. I’ve chilled plenty since then.

Yoongi-hyung (10:21 pm):

Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve more

Jimin giggles softly to himself, warmth filling his system with fondness for the elder’s caring nature towards him. He starts typing out a typical sassy response when another message from Yoongi comes through.

Yoongi-hyung (10:23 pm):

I miss you

Jimin’s previously calmed heart is pounding hard again. If Yoongi is sending this, does that mean their relationship is more than just best friends and fuckbuddies? Or is that just wishful thinking and the elder isn’t as emotionally constipated as Jimin feels.

Jimin (10:25 pm):

I miss you too hyung

Those five words shouldn’t affect Jimin as much as they do, but he is now on edge waiting for what Yoongi will say next. What if they are misreading each other? Is there even anything to misread in these messages? Another buzz of his phone cuts off his spiraling thoughts.

Yoongi-hyung (10:27 pm):

When do you go back to Seoul?

Jimin (10:28 pm):

The 30^th

You?

Yoongi-hyung (10:29 pm):

Not till the 31^st ☹

But early so I won’t miss our tradition

Jimin (10:31 pm):

Good

It would break my heart to not have our drunken shenanigans to ring in the new year

Yoongi-hyung (10:33 pm):

I never want to break your heart Minie

Jimin’s heart does a full gymnastics floor routine and he has to will himself to calm down.

That doesn’t mean anything Jimin.

He means it as a friend, nothing else.

Yoongi-hyung (10:35 pm):

I’m surprised you’re still awake

Jimin (10:36 pm):

Why?

Yoongi-hyung (10:38 pm):

Cause you always go to sleep early

So you should go to sleep

Jimin (10:40 pm):

Who are you my dad?

Yoongi-hyung (10:42 pm):

It’s daddy to you

Jimin has to muffle the squawk of a laugh that escapes him at that to not wake his parents.

Jimin (10:44 pm):

You really want to start this right now?

Daddy 😉

Yoongi-hyung (10:45 pm):

Depends

What is ‘this’?

Jimin smirks to himself and considers his options. It’s late at night and his parents are asleep, so he has to be quiet. Since they’re texting that shouldn’t be an issue. Unless things escalate. But he’s willing to risk it.

But what does he say? Jimin wouldn’t say he is a skilled sexter in the slightest. But there are many things he hasn’t done before that he’s done with Yoongi, so what’s one more really.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Jimin chuckles lightly at his own thought and decides that is the best option he has. He pulls off his shirt and shimmies his pajama pants to sit low on his hips and expose his V line. He adjusts his position to get a good picture, taking a few before choosing the best and sending it.

Jimin (10:49 pm):

‘This’ is what ever you make of this

[IMAGE]

Jimin hits send and he is buzzing with anticipation of what Yoongi will do. Every second feels like it’s own minute, and every minute and hour until Jimin’s phone finally buzzes again.

Yoongi-hyung (10:53 pm):

Such a tease baby

Jimin (10:55 pm):

It’s only a tease if you don’t take advantage of it 😉

Yoongi-hyung (10:58 pm):

And how do you expect me to take advantage of this?

Jimin (10:59 pm):

Tell me what you want to do with me when we get back to Seoul

Yoongi-hyung (11:01 pm):

Honestly

I just want to cuddle the shit out of you

Jimin (11:03 pm):

Well that’s not what I expected

Yoongi-hyung (11:04pm):

I know what you expected baby

Decided to go with the unexpected truth

Jimin (11:06 pm):

But you don’t even like cuddling

Yoongi-hyung (11:07 pm):

I do with you

I like a lot of things when they involve you

Jimin (11:09 pm):

Like what?

Yoongi-hyung (11:11 pm):

Apparently being called daddy is one

Jimin (11:13pm):

Ah we’re back to that then

You give me emotional whiplash

Yoongi-hyung (11:15 pm):

I can say the same thing to you

Jimin (11:17 pm):

What have I ever done to give you emotional whiplash?

Yoongi-hyung (11:20 pm):

Never mind

I’d rather talk about how it’s been way too long since I’ve eaten that great ass of yours

Jimin (11:22 pm):

My neck hurts from the tone shifts hyung

But please, continue telling me about eating my ass

Yoongi-hyung (11:23 pm):

Gladly

Because your ass is fucking amazing

And I am desperate to taste it again

Jimin (11:25 pm):

Just taste?

Yoongi-hyung (11:26 pm):

Taste till you cum

And then fuck you till you cum again

Jimin (11:27 pm):

I’d like that

Yoongi-hyung (11:28 pm):

I know you would

Might even blindfold you this time and see how many times I can get you to cum

Jimin moans low in his throat and he’s fully aware of how hard he is now that they’ve started this conversation. He pushes his pajamas down, making his erection hit his stomach once free. He internally thanks his past self for deciding to pack lube even if he was surely not getting any while with his family and grabs it from it’s hiding spot. He squeezes more than enough in his hand and doesn’t wait to start stroking himself, yelping softly at the cold liquid. He groans quietly at the relief of being touched when his phone vibrates on his chest.

Yoongi-hyung (11:31 pm):

Are you touching yourself baby?

Jimin (11:32 pm):

Yeah

Wish you were here to touch me instead

Yoongi-hyung (11:34 pm):

Yeah?

Fuck you so good that your parents here how I really take care of you

“Fuck,” Jimin mumbles breathily, his breathing heavy as his arousal pulses through his body with his steady strokes.

Jimin (11:36 pm):

Fuck hyung

Yoongi-hyung (11:38 pm):

Would love to hear you cry out my name while you cum. Have you screaming in pleasure so there is no mistake that I’m the one fucking you so good.

Jimin (11:40 pm):

Fuck

Want to see you hyung

Jimin felt his climax building slowly and he wanted to keep it slow. He didn’t want to cum too soon. It was agony waiting for a response from Yoongi but it was so worth it when it came.

Yoongi-hyung (11:45 pm):

[VIDEO]

Jimin blinked a few times while his mind processed that Yoongi sent a video and not just a photo. He rotated his phone and pressed play, the video expanding to fill the screen at this orientation.

The video was an obvious shot of Yoongi stroking himself, angled slightly to show his full length as the elder pleasured himself. He could see Yoongi’s heavy breathing in the way the elder’s chest moved and he could hear Yoongi’s quiet grunts and groans. And then Yoongi spoke.

“Fuck Jimin I need you,” Yoongi exhaled, flicking his wrist at the tip that made his body jolt in pleasure.

The video propelled Jimin toward his high and he knew he had little hope of holding back. So he switched to the camera on his phone and set up a matching shot to what Yoongi had sent. He hit record and then let himself relax into the activity.

“Fuck hyung need you too. Miss you so much,” Jimin pants, stroking himself faster to finish the climb to his release. He lets himself moan quietly, still taking care to not be heard by his parents, and his climax is coming soon.

“Yoongi please,” is the last thing Jimin moans before he orgasms, spurts of cum covering his hand and landing on his stomach as he strokes himself through it. He’s breathing heavy as he starts to come down and he takes a moment to compose himself before ending the recording and sending it to the elder.

Jimin (11:58 pm):

You did this to me

[VIDEO]

Jimin sits in his post-orgasm haze for a moments before shifting off the bed to clean himself up. Once satisfied he crawls back into bed to find a flurry of new messages from Yoongi.

Yoongi-hyung (12:01 am):

Fuck baby

Fucking shit

You’re so hot

Cumming for me when I’m not even there

Yoongi-hyung (12:04 am):

[IMAGE]

Jimin opens the image and he sucks in a harsh breath at the sight. It’s Yoongi post-orgasm, cum coating his hand and his lower stomach with his dick resting against him. Jimin involuntarily whimpers at it because usually Yoongi cums inside him or a condom. So seeing the elder covered with his own release is unfairly arousing.

Jimin (12:07 am):

Fuck hyung

Gonna make me hard again

Yoongi-hyung (12:09 am):

Baby is already ready for seconds hm? 😉

Jimin (12:10 am):

Baby wants you here for seconds

And maybe thirds

Yoongi-hyung (12:12 am):

Soon baby

I’ll fuck you so good when we both get home

Jimin (12:14 am):

You always fuck me good

Yoongi-hyung (12:15 am):

I’ll fuck you great then

You should go to sleep now

Jimin (12:16 am):

So should you

Yoongi-hyung (12:17 am):

I will when you do

Jimin (12:18 am):

Fine

Goodnight hyung

Yoongi-hyung (12:19 am):

Goodnight Jiminie

Jimin locks his phone and places it on the bedside table before turning the nearby lamp off and crawling under the covers. Sleep finds him quickly as his mind drifts to Yoongi and the honest truth of the elder wanting to cuddle.

--

Yoongi pushes the front door open quietly and steps inside just as quiet. It’s early in the morning and he is arriving back to the apartment. He knows that Jimin is most likely sleeping still and he doesn’t want to wake him up, so he sneaks through the kitchen and living room to go to his own bedroom and try to get some more sleep.

He sheds his jacket and lets it fall to the floor before heading to his bed and stopping just as he sees a lump under the blankets and a tuft of silver hair sticking out of the top. Yoongi feels his heart swell at the sight and happily crawls into the opposite side, sliding under the blankets and spooning the younger close.

“Hyung?” Jimin asks sleepily, stirring a little and rest back into Yoongi.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Yoongi answers softly. “You’re in my bed Minie.”

Jimin hums in response and Yoongi chuckles quietly at the sweetness of sleepy Jimin. “Care to explain why?”

“I couldn’t sleep in my room cause it was weird sleeping here alone,” Jimin slurs, rolling over to face Yoongi with his eyes still closed.

“But my room was normal to sleep in?” Yoongi asks, amused by this development.

“It smells like you. And I missed you,” Jimin mumbles. Yoongi thinks his heart might explode. This sweet boy owns his heart and doesn’t even know it.

Jimin wiggles to be closer to Yoongi, his head resting on the elder’s shoulder with a content sigh. The younger is slipping back into sleep and Yoongi lets him, only kissing his forehead softly before resting back himself and closing his eyes.

Yoongi isn’t sure how long they’ve slept when he wakes to the feeling of Jimin holding him close and kissing his cheek softly. And frankly he doesn’t care.

“Morning hyung,” Jimin says, his voice still sleepily.

“Morning,” Yoongi grunts, not fully conscious yet. “What time is it?”

“Almost noon. When did you get back?”

“Four.”

“That’s so early hyung.”

“I know. Thus why I planned to get more sleep, but I found an intruder in my bed,” Yoongi teases, cracking his eyes open to look at the younger.

“You still got sleep. Just came with a surprise,” Jimin defends, earning a soft chuckle from the elder.

“A nice surprise at that,” Yoongi mumbles and Jimin can’t suppress the smile from growing on his face.  

“So I have a semi-plan for today,” Jimin starts, wanting to change subjects before feelings take over.

“Do you now?”

“Yep.”

“And what does this plan entail exactly?”

“So we know that getting takeout is usually a nightmare, so I went shopping yesterday and bought a bunch of stuff for us to make here.”

“You mean for me to make since I’ve been declared the chef of the house,” Yoongi taunts, earning a playful smack from the younger.

“I’ll help you brat,” Jimin replies with a pout.

“I’m just teasing baby don’t pout.”

“Make me.”

Yoongi turns his head to better face Jimin, reaching with one hand to cradle the younger’s head and pulling him in for a kiss. Instead of a kiss, he gently nips Jimin’s pouting lip with his teeth, making the younger gasp and pull away before promptly pouting again.

“I don’t know how you thought biting me would make me stop pouting,” Jimin mumbles.

“I opted for the unexpected,” Yoongi explains.

“Rude.”

Yoongi chuckles softly and Jimin glares at him with his pout still out. The elder reaches to pull Jimin towards him but the younger rolls away and out of bed, now smirking at the elder.

“I don’t get a second chance?” Yoongi asks with his own small pout.

“If you want it, you have to come get it.”

With that Jimin flees the bedroom quickly and Yoongi jumps out of bed himself to follow him.

“Are you really going to make me chase you?” Yoongi asks, and amused glint in his eyes.

“Yep! You had your chance for the easy way, and now you have to earn it,” Jimin explains, keeping constant distance between himself and Yoongi.

“This apartment is not very big you know. It won’t be hard to catch you.”

“Prove it,” Jimin says, his own amused glint in his eyes and mischievous grin on his face. Yoongi surges forward and Jimin is quick to evade, ducking under his arm and running back towards the elder’s bedroom. They chase each other around, giggling silly and trying to juke each other around furniture until Yoongi fakes Jimin out and manages to grab him as they tumble onto the couch. For the cherry on top of his success, the elder starts tickling Jimin until the younger is squirming under him begging for freedom.

“Stop! Stop hyung I can’t breathe,” Jimin laughs, trying to wiggle away from the tickling hands and failing.

“Only if I get my reward now.”

“More like second chance, remember?”

“Whatever.”

“Okay fine just stop tickling me already!”

Yoongi does so, letting the younger catch his breath from all of the laughing. He feels his heart swell at the sight of Jimin smiling brightly with hair a tousled mess and looking up at him with warm, affectionate eyes.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to kiss me?” Jimin asks with a quirked eyebrow to taunt the elder.

“I’d sass you back but that will just lead to another chase around the apartment and I am not athletic enough for that,” Yoongi replies to Jimin’s giggles. The elder moves back to sit on the couch proper and let Jimin sit up.

“You started it,” Jimin says smugly. Yoongi eyes him carefully with a smirk before sliding a hand to cradle Jimin’s head and pulling him close like he did before.

“And I’ll finish it,” Yoongi says softly before connecting their lips in an equally soft kiss. It’s a sweet and intimate kiss, tender as their lips move in tandem. Before it can get too heated, Yoongi pulls away and Jimin feels breathless again.

“We should get ready for your master plan, yeah?” Yoongi offers, something in his voice sounding like he is holding something back.

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs, hyper aware of the intimate tension between them. Yoongi gets up then and goes to his room, leaving Jimin on the couch with his thoughts.

Something about that kiss and the tension afterwards feels so different from the sexual tension that usually builds. But what sticks with Jimin more is the shaky apprehension in Yoongi’s voice. That shaky apprehension is how Jimin feels constantly while harboring his secret love, and a spark of hope has begun to burn a little brighter in his chest.

Maybe Yoongi feels the same way I do.

--

“So what all did you get?” Yoongi asks, watching Jimin pull out different ingredients he had purchased.

“Stuff for bibimbap and bossam and japchae. And also some stuff for mandu if we want because I felt like it. And mom gave me kimchi, so we have that as well.”

“You wanted a full feast, didn’t you?” Yoongi teases, observing the younger fondly.

“If we’re going to get drunk, we might as well be well fed also,” Jimin reasons. “So what do you want to make?”

“We can make whatever you want.”

“Are you sure you don’t have a preference?”

“Positive,” Yoongi confirms. “I’m happy with any of it as long as you’re happy.”

Jimin’s heart flips and he thinks back to his earlier thought of Yoongi’s feelings. Now isn’t the time to think about that though, so he shoves it away in his mind.

“Okay so mandu for sure. And you like bibimbap so we can make that too,” Jimin answers nervously. He turns away from Yoongi, feeling his face flush from his overflowing feelings, and starts separating ingredients for each dish.

The rest of their time cooking is relaxed and so domestic Jimin’s heart might burst from how much he enjoys it. He steals glances at the elder when he can and occasionally gets caught and immediately turns into an embarrassed mess. But even then, he still enjoys it. He always enjoys being with Yoongi.

With way more food than two boys need, they convert their living room into a dining area. They sit on the floor with their backs leaning against the couch as the food is spread out over their coffee table. They dig in greedily as they watch the countdown show before the fireworks are televised.

“So what do you want to do in New York?” Jimin asks once they are both significantly stuffed and enjoying the light buzz of the soju they’ve had. They’ve moved to the couch instead of the floor now with the TV still playing despite neither paying attention to it. “And don’t just say whatever I want.”

“But it is just whatever you want,” Yoongi chuckles, finishing his current bottle and placing it aside.

“Why is it always just whatever I want with you?” Jimin asks, the bit of alcohol he’s had blurring his filter.

“It’s not always that way.”

“It is more often than not.”

Yoongi averts his gaze, choosing to open a new bottle of soju and taking a swig instead of answering.

“There has to be things you want in life that have nothing to do with what I want,” Jimin concludes, finishing his drink then.

“Most things I want in life involve you,” Yoongi answers, his filter also fading with the alcohol.

“Like what?”

Their eyes meet again at the tension between them is palpable. It’s the same tension from their last kiss and Jimin is now hyper aware of how his heart beats and chest tightens in anticipation. Yoongi eyes him hesitantly and Jimin can see the gears turn in the elder’s mind as he decides what to say. The flame of hope in Jimin’s heart is starting to burn brighter the longer Yoongi says nothing, but so does his nerves.

The moment is broken by loud counting happen on the screen as midnight approaches.

“10! 9! 8!”

As if the universe is pulling them together, the small gap between them is closed. Neither knows who is closing the space, when in reality it is both of them.

“7! 6!”

They are looking at each other with the same look of love radiating from their eyes. It is intense, but neither look away, instead choosing to accept the vulnerability they mutually feel.

“5! 4! 3!”

“I want you,” Yoongi answers.

“2! 1!”

The fireworks start and they both close the last remaining distance, connecting their lips in the intimate, romantic kiss they both craved when they exchanged gifts. It’s the kind of kiss that expresses the love they feel when they can’t put it to words. It’s the perfect kiss that they’ve both wanted for so long and only dared do now.

They’re both so eager and needy for one another but neither wants to break the intimate moment. All the held back feelings are flooding out of them as their lips move together slowly and a wave of relief washes over them, unbeknownst to the other.

“I want you too,” Jimin whispers when they finally separate their lip lock. Their faces are mere millimeters apart as they breath each other in, succumbing to the tension of their mutual feelings and connecting their lips again, this time hungrier for more. Jimin moves to straddle the elder to be closer, pulling Yoongi’s face to deepen their passionate kiss further.

Yoongi’s hands wander over Jimin’s body as if he is touching the younger for the very first time. Each touch sends streams of warmth through Jimin’s body and it makes him crave more of that feeling.

“Hyung please,” Jimin requests softly, desire burning inside him. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for necessarily he just needs more. Needs more touch, more closeness, more Yoongi.

“Bedroom,” Yoongi answers, hands sliding down Jimin’s back to his thighs, holding him there as he stands and Jimin tightens his limbs around him. Yoongi carries him to his bedroom, setting Jimin down gently on the bed and the younger pulls him down into more passionate kissing. They tangle into each other and kiss until breathless and desperate to feel closer.

“Hyung I want you,” Jimin pants, his arousal mixing with his feelings and the soju to make his mind foggy with desire. “I want you so bad.”

“I’m here. I’m yours Min,” Yoongi replies, equally foggy minded. He kisses Jimin softly despite their burning need for each other. “Let me love you like you deserve.”

“Okay,” Jimin exhales, looking up at Yoongi with reverence while the elder looks down at Jimin like he is his whole world. The brief moment of adoration ends with a fierce kiss as both of them tug at each other’s clothes. With the garments discarded to the floor, they continue kissing as if it is more important than breathing as their hands wander of the expanse of bare skin of the other.

“Open me hyung. Want you in me,” Jimin pants as Yoongi’s lips move down the younger’s jaw to his neck. Yoongi hums in acknowledgment before kissing his way back to Jimin’s lips, lingering there as Jimin kisses him back before pulling away. Yoongi grabs the lube from its usual spot, popping the cap and lathering his fingers with the cool liquid before setting the bottle aside.

“Stay like this,” Yoongi requests when Jimin shifts to move from lying on his back. “I want to see you.”

Jimin’s heart flips in his chest and he can’t form words, so he just relaxes back down as Yoongi hovers over him.

“So beautiful,” Yoongi mutters breathlessly as his eyes wander over Jimin’s body. He presses a kiss to Jimin’s lips as he presses a finger against his rim, deepening the kiss as he pushes his finger inside. Jimin gasps and whimpers into the kiss, holding Yoongi’s face close to keep their lips connected even through his soft moans and whimpers when the elder starts to move.

“God, I love kissing you,” Yoongi mutters between kisses, sliding a second finger to join the first and scissoring to stretch Jimin more. They kiss through the whimpers and mewls and the longer moan Jimin lets out as a third finger is inserted. Jimin can barely keep up with all he is feeling, and his fuzzy mind doesn’t help. But everything feels so good and he just wants Yoongi close.

“Hyung,” Jimin pants as Yoongi nudges his prostate with his slow thrusts. “Need you in me.”

“Okay love,” Yoongi mumbles. With another kiss Yoongi pulls his fingers out, swallowing the whine the younger makes from the absence. Yoongi pulls away and Jimin wants to complain at the lack of closeness but the elder is slicking himself and moving to enter him like he wants. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Jimin pants in anticipation. Yoongi guides himself in slowly, moving to hover over the younger as he pushes in. Once he bottoms out, Jimin pulls him into a sensual kiss, whimpering at the stretch and adjusting to the feeling.

“Love you like this. Love how you feel. Fuck you’re so tight baby,” Yoongi pants between kissing.

“Move hyung,” Jimin exhales, body hot with desire feeling so full. Yoongi does so, starting slow and intentional, pulling out to the tip before sliding in fully and repeating. Neither of them wants a fast fuck when they can truly feel each other and as if every touch expresses their love.

“Love when you fill me,” Jimin exhales, wrapping his legs around Yoongi’s hips and keeping the elder close. “Feels so good hyung.”

“Good. I love to make you feel good baby,” Yoongi replies, breathing getting more labored. His thrusts gain a little more force but continue the same pace so he can feel every inch of the younger’s walls as he drags out and slides in.

“You do. Fuck you always do,” Jimin moans, his climax beginning to build in his abdomen. Jimin starts rocking his hips into the thrusts and they work in tandem to find their release together.

“Fuck Jimin you’re so good. So perfect,” Yoongi grunts, his arousal fueling him while his orgasm coils. “Love this. Love you like this. Fuck.”

“Hyung kiss me,” Jimin pants before pulling Yoongi into a kiss himself. The pace of the kiss matches their mutual thrusts which both get more fervent as their orgasms grow. Yoongi presses into Jimin’s prostate and the moan Jimin releases breaks their kiss.

“Fuck hyung I’m close,” Jimin pants as Yoongi keeps rubbing into his special spot with every thrust, causing the embers of his orgasm to start burning.

“Cum with me baby. Please together,” Yoongi groans softly, feeling close himself.

“Okay but please hyung I-I’m so close fuck you feel so good. Love how you feel,” Jimin rambles. His muscles tense as he keeps his climax restrained for the elder, clenching with it which pulls a low groan from Yoongi.

“Fuck close baby so close. Love this so much,” Yoongi grunts, his pace quickening to chase his release.

“Hyung please I-I need you, want you, please,” Jimin moans, his release seconds away.

“Fuck Jimin I-I’m cumming fuck.”

“A-ah Yoongi.”

They both climax together, the orgasm ebbing and flowing through them as Yoongi thrusts them through it. It’s slow and satisfying how they pulse through it together, feeling undeniably close all the while. They both moan at the start followed by their lips connecting in another sensual kiss with tongues sliding between them.

They feel euphoric as they close any space between them, having hit their highs together and relaxing into each other. Yoongi rolls them on their sides facing one another and they kiss through the aftermath, their lips raw and swollen but neither wanting to part as if the moment the part the spell fades away and none of this was real. Languid kisses are exchanged until exhaustion overcomes and they both drift off into peaceful sleep.

--

Soft knocking wakes Jimin and based on the small amount of light peeking through the curtains it seems to be late in the morning. The knocking repeats, creeping to a louder volume, so Jimin begrudgingly gets up, feeling Yoongi’s limp arm slide off his waist as he does. He pulls on a random pair of sweats before going to the source of the knocking.

“You look a mess,” Taehyung says when Jimin opens the front door.

“You woke me up.”

“Min it’s almost noon.”

“So?” Jimin asks, although not really wanting an answer. He steps aside to let the younger in before shutting the door and attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“Looks like you two had a fun night,” Taehyung says with a smirk, eyeing the mess in the living room that had yet to be cleaned up.

“Yeah,” Jimin replies wistfully, going into the kitchen for a desperately needed coffee.

“Were other fun times had?” Taehyung asks, his tone the vocal version of wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Tae we…” Jimin trails off, the memories of the previous night come back. “Fuck it was amazing.”

“Mmmm do tell.”

“I think Yoongi loves me too.”

“Whoa that was not the direction I was anticipating,” Taehyung replies, taken aback but still amused. “What happened?”

“We just kissed and, fuck, it was the best kiss of my life. And then we made love. Not just fucked, but actually made love.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. But…” Jimin trails off.

“But?”

“I’m worried it wasn’t real.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like we weren’t sober. We weren’t drunk either but definitely not sober. So I’m worried that it was just lust and alcohol and my brain is making it into more than it really is because that’s what I want. Like he said he wants me, but that can be interpreted differently. He could mean it as he purely wants me sexually, but I think it’s more. I want it to be more. He did say love a lot though.”

“Love in what way?”

“Like that he loves kissing me or loves making me feel good. He’s never said love like that before. But it also was only during sex.”

Taehyung hums in understanding and Jimin continues, “But there is like a shift.”

“A shift?”

“Yeah. Like something between us has shifted. Something has definitely changed. But I don’t know how.”

“How do you not know?”

“To be fair, we fell asleep immediately and you’re the first person I am talking to since it happened. And I haven’t interacted with Yoongi yet and I’m kind of scared to.”

“Why?”

“Cause if our interaction has just gone back to before or changed for the worse, it solidifies that last night was just a drunken dream and he doesn’t love me like I love him,” Jimin explains, his voice weakening towards the end.

“Aw Minie,” Taehyung coos before pulling him into a hug.

“I just want him to feel the same,” Jimin mumbles.

“Then you have to talk to him about it,” Taehyung advises. “Do you want my outside opinion?”

“Sure.”

“He definitely loves you. Has for a while now. And he is probably going to feel the same way you do right now.”

“Really?” Jimin asks, the candle of hope inside him flickering brighter.

“Absolutely. So you need to talk to him about it. You need to tell him how you feel.”

“That’s so scary though. What if you’re wrong?” Jimin asks, pulling out of the hug.

“First, I am definitely not wrong. And second, holding onto your feelings as a secret and ignoring it will just breed doubt and misery when you could just be honest, and both live happily ever after.”

“You’re right,” Jimin sighs. “But I don’t know how to approach that. God this is so awkward.”

“You should probably do it before New York, right?”

“Fuck I forgot about New York. Tae, we leave for that the day after tomorrow. I can’t have this conversation that soon!”

“Do you really want to sit with the uncertainty for a fifteen-hour flight?”

 Jimin groans in frustration at this conundrum, covering his face with his hands as his elbows rest on the counter.

“You’ll know when it is best to talk to him Minie. And I am sure it will go better than you think it will,” Taehyung soothes, rubbing a comforting hand on the other’s back.

“What’s going on?”

The third voice startles both of them and they turn to see a very disheveled and grumpy looking Yoongi standing in the entryway to the kitchen.

“Nothing. Tae just showed up and we were talking,” Jimin explains, nerves bubbling up inside him.

“Ah so it’s your fault I woke up alone,” Yoongi grumbles, squinting at Taehyung with a look of sleepy disgruntlement.

“You’ll get him for a whole week all to yourself hyung,” Taehyung defends, smiling reassuringly at Jimin after. Yoongi just grunts in response before weaving past them to get coffee for himself, finding the mug that Jimin had left empty and forgotten while talking to Taehyung.

“So what are you two going to do in New York besides miss me?” Taehyung asks to fill the silence and building tension.

“Oh uh we hadn’t decided yet,” Jimin answers, remembering how that question sparked last night’s events.

“You haven’t?” Taehyung asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“We just haven’t gotten around to talking about it.”

“Yeah, you’re good at that,” Taehyung teases, earning a death glare from Jimin and a confused look from Yoongi.

“I’m not awake enough for you Tae,” Yoongi says. The elder slides a mug in front of Jimin before taking his own and leaving the room.

“You’re the worst,” Jimin grumbles to a smirking Taehyung.

“You opened the door for it. I just walked in. Now drink the coffee your boyfriend so kindly made you.”

“Not my boyfriend.”

“Yet.”

Jimin rolls his eyes before rubbing his sleepy face vigorously to wake up and then taking a sip of coffee.

“So if you’re not keen on talking to him today, does that mean I can steal you for the day?” Taehyung asks.

“Is that why you came here in the first place?”

“More or less. I promise to feed you.”

Jimin chuckles lightly before responding, “Fine you can steal me. I just need a shower first.”

Taehyung claps excitedly which earns more laughs from Jimin. Jimin finishes his coffee before they both go to his room so the elder can shower while Taehyung waits for him.

“I got bored and picked an outfit for you,” Taehyung says with a sly smile when Jimin comes out of the shower.

“Oh god you’re smiling I should be worried,” Jimin jokes, walking past the younger and towards the spread on the bed. “Ah yes of course you found the lace panties.”

“Of course I did, among some other things I didn’t need to know you owned,” Taehyung replies, dramatically shivering which makes Jimin laugh brightly.

“Did you consider that if I wear the panties today, I can’t pack them for New York?”

“That’s what laundry is for,” Taehyung dismisses. “Also are you going to dye your hair before leaving? It’s more blonde than silver-blue now.”

“I don’t have the time. Plus I like the blonde actually.”

“You could go blonder even. Your roots are starting to show,” Taehyung says, running a hand through Jimin’s damp hair. “We can do that tonight! Go buy some lightener and I can do it.”

“You are very eager to spend time with me,” Jimin muses, smirking at Taehyung while he starts to get dressed.

“I spent a whole two and a half week without my Minie and then I’ll have you gone for a whole week, so I am being selfish with your time today. Plus it’s a good excuse for you to not deal with your confession just yet.”

“Fair,” Jimin says, shaking his head fondly at the younger. He finishes getting dressed and drying his hair before pulling a beanie on to not bother styling his hair. “Okay let's go.”

The duo leave Jimin’s room to find Yoongi in the living room cleaning up from their New Year’s feast.

“Oh hyung let me help,” Jimin says, feeling bad seeing Yoongi deal with it himself.

“It’s okay Minie,” Yoongi assures with a soft smile. “You two going somewhere?”

“Yeah, Tae is kidnapping me for the day because he’s clingy,” Jimin explains, getting a slap on the arm from the youngest.

“And you two call me a brat,” Taehyung scoffs playfully before walking towards the front door.

“To be fair you are both brats to me,” Yoongi says, getting a playful shove from Jimin.

“We’ll be back later hyung,” Jimin says, start to turn till Yoongi grabs Jimin’s elbow. The younger looks back at the elder, and Yoongi kisses him delicately to Jimin’s surprise.

“Have fun baby,” Yoongi whispers before letting Jimin’s arm go. Jimin feels his heart start to race with nerves and his cheeks blush knowing Taehyung is definitely watching. But even with those factors, he still pecks a kiss on Yoongi’s cheeks before saying “Will do.”

Jimin turns to join Taehyung who is displaying a shit-eating grin at Jimin whose face is beet red from blushing and bubbling with giddiness.

The sound of the front door shutting is what wakes Yoongi from the trance that small interaction put him into. He quickly digs into his hoodie pocket to pull out his phone and call the one person he needs right now.

“Happy New Year Yoon!”

“Come over.”

“Wow that was blunt,” Hoseok laughs on the other end. “To what do I owe the invite?”

“Something happened last night with Jimin.”

“Oh. Good something or bad something?”

“Just come over here so I can explain it in person and before I explode.”

“Is Jimin not there?”

“He just left with Taehyung. Now stop asking questions and come here so I can rant.”

“Okay okay calm down you big baby I’m coming.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi says before hearing Hoseok end the call and him ending it on his end. He busies himself with cleaning the living room and then the kitchen and is out of distractions just as there is a knock at the door.

“Okay big baby you can rant now,” Hoseok teases when Yoongi opens the door. The elder rolls his eyes while stepping aside to let the other in. “So what happened?”

“I think Jimin loves me too.”

“Okay tell me something I don’t know,” Hoseok says seriously.

“Hobi I am serious. Like last night was… fuck.”

“You have to give me more details than just ‘fuck’ Yoon,” Hoseok says, moving to the living room and dropping onto the couch.

“We kissed and then slept together. But it was so different than every other time. Like that kiss was fucking amazing. And it wasn’t just sex it was making love.”

“So he didn’t actually tell you he loves you?” Hoseok asks.

“Not with words. But it just felt that way. Undeniably so. It was like we said we love each other just not in those exact words.”

“You sound crazy,” Hoseok chuckles. “It’s a good thing I already knew he was in love with you otherwise I’d be concerned.”

“Okay but now I feel crazy.”

“Why?”

“Because we haven’t talked about it yet. When I woke up, he was gone because Tae had come over and I was a little annoyed over that so I left them alone. And then they came out to leave and I kissed Jimin goodbye and he kissed my cheek before leaving and then I panic called you.”

“Okay but why does that make you feel crazy?”

“Because even though I feel certain about it, I still want Jimin to say he loves me. I want to hear it to know for sure and not be mistaken. Cause I could be wrong. We had been drinking so maybe I’m misreading it even though I feel so certain. But feeling certain and knowing for sure are different.”

“Ah I see,” Hoseok muses with understanding.

“I just…we have to talk about it. And we haven’t yet so I feel like I’m stuck in relationship limbo. Cause there is no way we are still just fuckbuddies after last night. It can’t be the case.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi huffs. “It’s like a major shift has happened between us. Like we crossed the line that was the invisible boundary between friends and more. Again that is just a feeling and not a fact. But I’ll be damned if this isn’t mutual.”

“Okay so you just need to talk to him about it,” Hoseok reasons calmly.

“Obviously but how? And when? We leave for New York the day after tomorrow and if he is with Tae all of today and tomorrow prepping to leave, it’ll have to wait till we’re back. And I don’t know if I can wait to know.”

“You’re so whipped.”

“Fuck I know,” Yoongi groans, slouching back into the armchair. “I said love so much last night. And it felt so right. Everything felt so right.”

“Why would you have to wait to talk till you’re back?” Hoseok asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“Well I’m sure as hell not having that conversation while on a fifteen-hour overnight flight,” Yoongi starts. “And this week isn’t exactly a vacation. We’re there for his competition ultimately. I don’t want to distract from that.”

“Don’t you think not talking about this will be a distraction? Leaving things uncertain between you two sounds like a mighty big distraction if you ask me.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. Just…” Yoongi trails off, not sure what to say.

“Are you worried that if you talk about it, there is still a chance you are wrong, and all of this could blow up in your face?”

Yoongi stares blankly at the other man for a moment before muttering, “Maybe.”

“Yoon it’s okay to be worried about that. But I promise you that Jimin loves you. Even you are certain about it. So don’t let the small sliver of worry that you’re wrong deter you from talking about it when you can, regardless of where. Although I do agree that on a flight is probably a bad choice.”

Yoongi sighs heavily. His heart knows that Jimin returns the love he feels, but his mind is not as accepting. And his mind is also hesitant to approach this for fear of the worst.

“Hyung do you really want to drag out your misery of the unknown when you could just have the conversation, and both be happy together like you mutually want?” Hoseok asks sincerely.

“Of course I just want to be happy with him if he wants me too,” Yoongi sighs. “But my mind is not too keen on just accepting that as the default outcome.”

“Well tell it to shut up and listen to Hoseok.”

Yoongi snorts while Hoseok laughs at his own audacious humor.

“This would have been easier if Tae hadn’t shown up this morning. We could have talked when we woke up.”

“Don’t blame Tae for your own inability to talk about your feelings for literal months,” Hoseok teases, earning a glare from the elder. “Also you probably also wanted morning sex and got denied that too.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi grumbles at the accuracy which makes Hoseok laugh brightly knowing he’s correct.

“Do you feel any less crazy now that you’ve vented?”

“Less crazy maybe. More frustrated absolutely.”

“Do I need to stay here and distract you so you don’t lose your mind?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well I’ll stay anyway. Mainly because I took the effort to come here and haven’t seen you in weeks, so we need to catch up anyway. Plus you can feed me as a thanks for keeping you sane.”

“If you’re supposed to keep me sane, you’re doing a shit job.”

“Then why did you call me here if I do such a shit job?”

“Touché,” Yoongi replies making the younger laugh.

“That settles it. Let’s get takeout and you can listen to me ramble about my holidays,” Hoseok says, jumping up to look through the menus they save while Yoongi chuckles at his antics.

They order Chinese and Hoseok updates Yoongi about his Christmas with his family, which ends up way more eventful than Yoongi expected. The talk for a few hours until Hoseok has to leave, leaving Yoongi alone with his thoughts.

“Okay, Yoongi you can do this. It’s just Jimin,” Yoongi mutters to himself. “Just have to bring up last night somehow.”

Yoongi’s conversation with himself is interrupted when he hears the door open then.

Now or never.

Yoongi pushes himself off the couch to head towards where the entry meets the living room. Just as he is about to speak to Jimin, he looks up to see Taehyung.

“Hi hyung!” Taehyung says brightly.

“Oh hey, you’re back,” Yoongi replies, trying his best to not be taken aback by the youngest’s presence. Jimin walks in shortly after, their eyes briefly meeting before the younger looks away quickly.

“Aw hyung don’t look so happy to see me,” Taehyung teases, seeing how Yoongi wasn’t prepared for him to be back. The elder scowls at him briefly which just makes Taehyung laugh.

“I take it Jimin didn’t actually text you then,” Taehyung smirks, turning to look at the mentioned.

“I did. He didn’t respond,” Jimin answers, actively not looking at the elder. Yoongi pulls his phone out of his pocket and there is a text from Jimin saying Taehyung was coming over and probably staying over.

“Oh. I wasn’t checking my phone. Hoseok came over for a while,” Yoongi says, pocketing his phone again and looking at the youngers.

“Told you he wasn’t ignoring you,” Taehyung says to Jimin, elbowing him playfully.

“I didn’t think he was ignoring me,” Jimin clarifies, looking at Yoongi then. Yoongi scans the younger’s expression quickly, trying to identify how Jimin is feeling. But the younger looks back to Taehyung again when the youngest speaks and Yoongi swears internally.

“Earth to Hyungie,” Taehyung says, waving his hand in front of the elder.

“What brat?” Yoongi deadpans.

“First, rude,” Taehyung says, not actually affected. “Second, I’m dying Jimin’s hair so will you be the loveliest hyung ever and make dinner?”

“Why are you dying your hair?” Yoongi asks, focusing on Jimin instead.

“Short answer it was Taehyung’s suggestion.”

“You said you liked being blonde so I’m making you even more blonde,” Taehyung reasons, turning away from Yoongi and heading towards Jimin’s bedroom, leaving the other two alone.

“Hey,” Yoongi says after a short but tense silence. Jimin looks at him, seemingly scanning the elder’s expression like Yoongi attempted before.

“Hey.”

“We should talk,” Yoongi says, wincing inside at how ominous that sounds in hindsight.

“Yeah, but,” Jimin says, turning his head towards his bedroom. “Not now.”

“Min get your plump ass in here!” Taehyung calls, making Jimin roll his eyes, and Yoongi chuckles lightly.

“Calm your ass down first!” Jimin yells back before turning to face Yoongi again.

Yoongi watches Jimin closely, seeing the apprehensive expression on his face as he is clearly debating something in his mind. Just as he is going to say something, Jimin reaches to hold his face and pulls him into a firm kiss. It doesn’t last long and Yoongi doesn’t even have time to recover from his surprise when Jimin pulls away and drops his hands.

“We’ll talk. I promise,” Jimin says before walking away, leaving a taken aback Yoongi alone in the living room.

So Jimin wants to talk too.

That’s good.

Or is it?

He kissed you so it can’t be bad, right?

Maybe he just hated the tension and didn’t know how to fix it.

If only you didn’t make it sound so ominous.

“Fuck me,” Yoongi mutters to himself, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

“No thanks.”

Yoongi jumps back to see Taehyung standing there with a smug smirk.

“God fuck you Tae,” Yoongi scowls with makes the younger laugh brightly.

“Again, no thanks. Anyway, Jimin ever so kindly told me to ask you if you’d be willing to make bossam,” Taehyung says, fully ignoring Yoongi’s attitude.

“Yeah, fine just don’t sneak up on me again.”

“Not my fault you were lost in thought and didn’t see me walk directly towards you,” Taehyung says with a shrug. He turns to go back to Jimin’s room but stops and turns back to say. “And hyung, don’t stress yourself over it. It’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi exhales. There is a beat before Yoongi realizes what Taehyung is implying. “Wait what?”

Taehyung is already gone and Yoongi can hear the two boys chatting and laughing from Jimin’s bathroom. Yoongi forces himself to not dwell on it or analyze it too deeply, instead going to make the dinner Jimin wanted.

--

“He’s avoiding me.”

“I doubt that,” Hoseok replies on the other end of the call.

“He is though. We haven’t said more than a few words to each other since I last talked to you,” Yoongi explains, frowning as he speaks and packs his suitcase.

“And has he had ample opportunity to talk to you? Or vice versa?”

“Yes! Well…”

“Ha, I knew it.”

“Okay, so yesterday Taehyung was here and stayed over so it was mainly the two of them talking to each other and I’m not one to interject when it’s their soulmate time.”

“Soulmate time?”

“Their words not mine,” Yoongi clarifies.

“Okay, so he was busy. That isn’t him avoiding you.”

“That was yesterday. Today though I swear he has been avoiding me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He’s not even here for starters.”

“Why not?”

“He said he was going to the studio.”

“Okay, so he is gone for a reason that isn’t avoiding you,” Hoseok replies, sounding unamused.

“Or he went to the studio to avoid me.”

“Hyung he has a competition to prep for. He probably wanted to rehearse for it before leaving.”

“Okay, but he has been gone for like six hours.”

“You of all people know how he gets when he rehearses.”

“Yeah, but he needs to pack still. We leave tomorrow after all.”

“Yoon you’re being crazy. Didn’t you say he promised to talk?”

“He did,” Yoongi mumbles.

“So why are you working yourself up over this?”

“Because maybe his talk is telling me he doesn’t love me,” Yoongi admits, flopping down on his bed in defeat from this conversation.

“It’s not.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I am very confident.”

“Hyung! Are you here?” Jimin’s voice calls from outside Yoongi’s room. The elder is quick to get up, telling Hoseok to hang on before opening his door and stepping out.

“Yeah Min?”

“Hey. So the other dancers that are also going to New York want to meet up for dinner tonight, so I’ll be gone for that,” Jimin explains.

“Oh okay,” Yoongi says, a little disappointed that their chance to talk is being postponed again.

“You okay?” Jimin asks, hearing the disappointment clearly.

“Yeah, of course,” Yoongi says unconvincingly. Jimin furrows his brows and steps closer to the elder, eyeing him carefully as he does.

“Is it because we haven’t talked about New Years?” Jimin questions. Yoongi bites down on his lip, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to admit it. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi mumbles.

“Hyung, we’ll talk. I promised and I keep my promises.”

“The longer it takes the more worried I get,” Yoongi admits in a moment of vulnerability. Jimin frowns before pulling the elder into a hug.

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry please. Promise me you won’t worry about it,” Jimin says softly, making Yoongi melt into his words and proximity. “The timing sucks I know and I’m delaying it but it’s not for bad reasons.”

“Okay Min,” Yoongi replies. “We’ll talk soon, yeah?”

Jimin pulls back enough to look into Yoongi’s face, scanning the elder’s features and expression before saying, “Yeah we will.”

Jimin closes the distance with a soft kiss that ends too quickly as Jimin pulls away to get ready to leave again. Yoongi is frozen in his spot until the muffled yell of his name breaks into his mind and he remembers the phone in his hand with a waiting Hoseok.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbles into the phone, turning back into his room and shutting the door behind him.

“He insured you’d talk, have you relaxed now?” Hoseok asks, clearly having heard their conversation.

“No,” Yoongi admits. “I should have just said it. Just fucking confessed right then.”

“Do you really want to do it like that though?”

“No.”

“So don’t beat yourself up over something you didn’t want to do. Just talk to him in New York. Or let him steer this ship and come to you. Either way, stop stressing out over it or I’m going to lose my own mind,” Hoseok says.

“Okay fine. It’ll be fine,” Yoongi says as if to convince himself.

“Yes, it will. Now finish packing and chill out and enjoy your week with your future boyfriend.”

Yoongi chuckles softly at Hoseok's blind optimism about the situation. “Okay, okay. Thanks, Hobi.”

“You can thank me by talking to Jimin in New York,” Hoseok says with finality. “Night Yoon.”

“Goodnight.”

Yoongi ends the call and flops onto his bed again, staring up at the ceiling in deep contemplation.

Promise me you won’t worry about it.

With a deep sigh, Yoongi resigns himself to doing just that and resumes his packing.

Chapter Text

“Come on hyung we don’t want to be late!”

“Jimin we’re two hours early and already through security, we’re not going to be late.”

“We will if you keep walking so slow,” Jimin pouts as he looks behind him at the elder.

“Baby, relax,” Yoongi says, letting the pet name slip. But it seems to work as Jimin takes a breath and stays by the elder’s side as they walk to their gate. Yoongi smiles fondly as he observes the younger’s excitement for the trip, his hands flailing as he talks which makes the sleeves of the calico sweater flop around adorably.

“And we can go to Central Park and Times Square. And there is this candy store that’s three floors and, hyung are you even listening to me?”

“Of course I am,” Yoongi says, focusing more on his enthusiasm than the words being said.

“Okay what did I just say?”

“Something about a candy store.”

“Fine,” Jimin grumbles, not expecting to be defeated. Yoongi chuckles, thankful for his shot in the dark guess being successful and kisses the younger’s temple quickly which surprises Jimin.

“So what else do you have masterfully planned for us?” Yoongi says, acting nonchalant when actually feeling a nervousness boil up over his ill-thought kiss. Jimin doesn’t mention it though, instead letting the pink blush take over his cheeks as he goes back to talking about things they can do and see.

Once they arrive at their gate, Jimin sees some of the other dancers and pulls Yoongi towards them to sit as a group while they wait to board. The rest of their time waiting is spent with the dancers talking excitedly while Yoongi watches Jimin fondly. He’s being obvious with how he feels, but at this point it doesn’t really matter. Hopefully the feeling really is mutual is all Yoongi can worry about.

“Welcome to flight 613 to New York City. We will begin boarding in five minutes so please collect your belongs and check your boarding group number which is listed on your ticket.”

The gate is now crowded with passengers all shifting around, making sure they are prepared to board the non-stop flight. The five minutes pass quickly and the attendant starts ushering passengers by boarding group. When the duos group number is called, Jimin is quick to spring up and pull Yoongi with him towards the door leading to the jet bridge.

“You’re very excited,” Yoongi muses after their tickets are scanned and they are walking down the jet bridge.

“Of course I am! It helps hide the nerves,” Jimin admits.

“Are you nervousness for the flight?”

“Not the flight,” Jimin says, worrying his bottom lip realizing he said too much. “The competition.”

“Ah,” Yoongi replies. They reach the plane then and make their way down the aisle till they reach their seats. Thankfully it’s only two seats so they don’t have to worry about sharing with a third person like the other sets of seats. They settle down with Jimin at the window seat, already looking out at the tarmac eagerly.

“You’re going to be great Min,” Yoongi says, leaning over to keep his voice low so only Jimin hears. The younger turns to him then, eyeing the elder carefully but saying nothing. “And I’m here if you need me.”

“I know hyung,” Jimin says with a soft smile. He turns back to look out the window as the plane finishes boarding.

The flight crew does their final checks and the safety presentation as the plane starts to pull away from the terminal to taxi for takeoff. Yoongi wasn’t paying attention to any of it, instead choosing to focus on the younger who watched the world go by out the plane window. He wants to talk to him so badly, even on this long flight where doing that is at it’s riskiest. But as Hoseok suggested, he’s going to let Jimin steer this ship. With a deep sigh, he rests his head back against the head rest and waits for the plane to speed up for takeoff.

The plane stops moving for a moment and Yoongi feels Jimin reach over to grab his hand, flipping it over and entwining their fingers together. The elder looks over to see Jimin is still looking out the window. He looks down at their hands and can’t help but smile and feel his face warm with blush over the sweet gesture. The plane starts moving again, quickly picking up speed as it goes to ascend into the sky and begin their trip officially.

--

“Hyung,” Jimin whispers, gently shaking Yoongi’s thigh to wake him.

“What Min?” Yoongi asks softly, eyes still closed as his head rests against the seat. They’ve been in the air for a few hours and the plane has been shifted into a night mode of sorts to let passengers sleep comfortably.

“I can’t sleep.”

Yoongi turns his head and opens his eyes to see a pouting and frustrated looking younger staring back at him. With his sleepy mind, Yoongi tries to think of how to help. He moves the arm rest that was between them to be up and out of the way before holding his arm out to beckon Jimin to come closer. Jimin shimmies over with his blanket to cuddle into the elder with a happy hum that makes Yoongi happily hum himself. This is the closest they’ve been to one another since New Year’s and relief washes over both of them.

“Is this better?” Yoongi asks softly.

“Yeah,” Jimin replies quietly. He shifts slightly, nuzzling into the elder’s neck and kissing him softly there. His ministrations continue until Yoongi’s sleepy brain starts to want more.

“Baby what are you doing?” Yoongi asks, trying to stay rational despite his arousal waking up rapidly.

“Missed you,” Jimin whispers before kissing up Yoongi’s jaw to the corner of his lips to tempt him.

“I missed you too,” Yoongi pants quietly as Jimin’s kisses wander. “But we’re literally on a plane full of people right now.”

“It’s just kissing hyung,” Jimin reasons before kissing the opposite corner of Yoongi’s lips. “Unless you had something else in mind.”

Yoongi’s eyes grow wide at the implication and he can’t deny the growing hardness starting to strain in his joggers. The look in Jimin’s eyes doesn’t help his desires either, the younger’s eyes undeniably dark with lust even in the dim light of the plane.

“I didn’t but I feel like you might,” Yoongi says, keeping his eyes locked with the younger’s in an intense stare fueled with sexual tension. Jimin doesn’t answer, instead moving a hand over Yoongi’s thigh and palming into Yoongi’s hardening cock, causing a low groan deep in the elder’s throat.

“I want to make you feel good,” Jimin muses, still palming slowly as Yoongi reaches full hardness.

“Jimin we can be seen.”

“Not if we’re careful,” Jimin reasons, tossing his blanket to cover Yoongi’s lap entirely. “Everyone is sleeping anyway.”

“We’ll make a mess.”

“Not if I swallow.”

Yoongi near chokes on air at the insinuation, gaping wide eyed at Jimin for being so shameless.

“Hyung, say no if you don’t want to do anything and we won’t,” Jimin says seriously, removing his hand from palming the elder. Yoongi pauses because logically he should say no. But he really, really wants to say yes.

“So you want to suck me off?” Yoongi asks. Jimin nods with a growing smirk. “But what about you?”

“We can figure that out later. Right now I just want to taste you,” Jimin explains, voice low and sultry with his lips grazing over Yoongi’s lips ever so slightly. “Do you want that hyung?”

“Fuck,” Yoongi swears breathily, logic officially losing. “Yeah, baby I do.”

Jimin smirks softly before kissing Yoongi then, firm and sensual. The exchange a few kisses until Jimin pulls away.

“You have to be quiet hyung. Silent even,” Jimin whispers into his ear, pulling his ear lobe with his teeth that makes Yoongi groan softly. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, just fuck please,” Yoongi whispers back, breathing labored with anticipation. Jimin smiles wickedly before moving  between Yoongi’s legs, somehow fitting between the seats to kneel on the floor. He pulls at the elder’s waistbands until he reveals the hard cock waiting for him, wrapping his hand around the base before licking up the full length.

“Shit,” Yoongi mumbles, realizing how difficult it will be to stay quiet with Jimin’s plump lips and masterful tongue sucking him off.

Jimin goes slowly, sucking the tip gently before swirling his tongue over the slit. He starts taking more and more in his mouth, bobbing his head as he goes and hollowing his cheeks to properly suck the elder.

If it wasn’t for the plane being so dark, it would be incredibly obvious what was occurring under the blanket.  And that just turns Yoongi on even more, knowing they could so easily be caught in the act making it even more arousing. He’d be embarrassed of how fast he feels his orgasm coming, but this is Jimin and they’re on a plane filled with people. So the faster the better, or so he thinks.

“Fuck,” Yoongi gasps, biting down hard on his lip to not groan too hard at the feeling of Jimin starting to deep throat him. The audacity of this boy to deep throat him on a fucking plane his making his release rapidly approach even quicker now.

“B-baby close,” Yoongi says as quietly as possible. He feels Jimin hum around him, meaning he must have heard, and goes back to deep throating him with every bob. Yoongi has to bite down on the heel of his palm to muffle himself as he cums down Jimin’s throat, his cock pulsing against the younger’s tongue as he trembles from the pleasure of climaxing. When the oversensitivity hits, slides a hand under the blanket to push the younger off.

Jimin comes back from the floor with the smuggest smile Yoongi has ever seen, and Yoongi knows exactly what for.

“Hyung came so quick,” Jimin whispers in Yoongi’s ear, kissing his cheek after.

“Yeah, yeah make fun of me all you want,” Yoongi mumbles, still coming down from his high and tucking himself back into his pants. “You won’t have that smug smile when I make you cum even faster.”

“Oh really now?” Jimin asks, amused by the surge of confidence. “How do you plan to do that?”

“What do you want?” Yoongi asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes Jimin’s ignored cock twitch in excitement.

“Touch me. Make me cum from your hand only,” Jimin asks, lust fogging his mind. “Want to be able to kiss you.”

“That will make a mess baby,” Yoongi reasons, logic returning after it’s brief absence.

“I have condoms in my backpack. And lube,” Jimin says quickly.

“Why do you have condoms?” Yoongi’s brows furrow. They’ve been going bareback for months at this point, so Jimin packing condoms seems suspicious.

“Habit I guess. And maybe wishful thinking that I’d get you to fuck me on the plane.”

“The plane requires a condom?”

“To not make a mess, as you are so concerned about,” Jimin reasons through his neediness.

“So you planned for this?” Yoongi asks, a bit amused at the younger’s desperation.

“Stop interrogating me and make me cum already.”

“Damn baby so shameless,” Yoongi teases, leaning forward to close the distance. “If you want it, get what we need.”

Jimin is quick to reach under the seat in front of him and pull out his backpack, unzipping the front pocket and quickly pulling out a condom and a lube packet. He hands both to Yoongi and waits expectantly.

“Good boy,” Yoongi whispers before connecting their lips in a glacially slow kiss to taunt the younger who is blatantly needy.

“Hyung please,” Jimin whimpers against Yoongi’s lips. “Want you so bad.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi whispers. He adjusts the blanket to cover both of them and Jimin shifts in a way that must mean he is sliding his own joggers down for easier access. Yoongi tears open the condom, pulling it out before lifting the blanket so he can easily slide it onto Jimin, who is already whimpering with need.

“You have to be quiet baby,” Yoongi says, similarly to how Jimin said it before. Jimin nods aggressively, already chewing on his bottom lip to keep quiet. Yoongi rolls the condom on and Jimin is breathing heavy at the touch already. Yoongi then tears open the lube packet, carefully spreading it on one hand to not get it everywhere. He snakes that hand under the blanket and firmly grips Jimin’s length, making the younger gasp harshly.

“Quiet baby,” Yoongi reminds softly as he starts to stroke. Jimin whimpers quietly, gasping occasionally as Yoongi deftly works him up. Once he feels like he’s going to be too loud, Jimin pulls Yoongi into a kiss to muffle himself further. Yoongi swallows the soft moans and breaths of the younger while stroking him in just the right way to get Jimin to his release quickly.

 This is another instance where, if it wasn’t for the dimmed lighting, it would be so obvious what they are doing. And much like how Yoongi found it arousing, Jimin does as well.

“Faster hyung please faster,” Jimin whispers desperately. Yoongi does as asked, pumping the younger vigorously and muffling every noise he makes with a kiss.

“C-close,” Jimin gasps before kissing Yoongi hard, sliding his tongue into the elder’s mouth fervently while Yoongi strokes him. He squeezes in just the right ways and flicks his wrist at the perfect time to make Jimin cum a few strokes later, equally as quick as what Jimin did to Yoongi before. Yoongi strokes and kisses him through it till Jimin shoves Yoongi’s hand off of him, resting his head back against the seat as he catches his breath.

“Was that good baby?” Yoongi asks quietly, kissing Jimin’s forehead delicately.

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales, his senses coming back after his high.

“Good.” Yoongi pecks Jimin’s lips before moving away, pulling out the unused sick bag from the seatback pocket to discard the lube packet. Jimin takes the condom off of himself, tying it off and throwing it into their makeshift trash.

“Here,” Jimin whispers, leaning forward to dig into his bag again before pulling out a wet wipe packet.

“You came prepared,” Yoongi chuckles, taking it and ripping it open to clean off his lubricated hand, throwing away the used wipe after. Jimin yanks his pants back up before cuddling into the elder again, feeling content and sleepy in the comfort of Yoongi’s embrace.

“Sleepy now?” Yoongi whispers, kissing the top of Jimin’s head lightly. Jimin simply hums as his breathing slows and he slips into peaceful sleep he was lacking earlier. Yoongi chuckles while looking fondly at the boy curled up in his arms before sleep takes him over as well.

--

“Wake up baby,” Yoongi says softly, raking his fingers through Jimin’s blonde locks to ease him awake.

“Do I have to?” Jimin mumbles, curled up with the blanket and into Yoongi.

“Yes, because we are landing soon.”

With a few more grumbles, Jimin reluctantly sits up and moves back into his seat, rubbing the sleep from his puffy eyes. He slides the window shade up to find a sunset sky and the view of a city beneath them. His face is glued to the window to watch as the plane descends, and the skyline of New York City comes into view as the plane hits the tarmac and shakes to a landing.

From departing the plane to arriving at the hotel, everything is a bit of a blur. The sun has dipped behind the buildings as day shifts to night, and the darkening sky is making them both want to fall back asleep already.

When their shuttle pulls up to the hotel, they see a young woman with dark gray hair waiting outside with a sign reading ‘PARK JIMIN’.  She seems to be familiar with the shuttle because as soon as the door slides open and Jimin steps out she is approaching him.

“Hello. You must be Park Jimin,” she says in Korean.

“Yes, that is me,” Jimin replies.

“Excellent. I’m Yoon Haeun and I am your designated go-to person for anything involving the competition this week,” she explains, smiling politely before he attention turns to Yoongi who is now standing beside Jimin. “And this must be your guest.”

“Yes, he is,” Jimin answers, looking over at Yoongi with a soft smile.

“Perfect. We’ve already checked you in so I can escort you to your hotel room while reviewing the schedule with you Jimin-ssi.”

She turns to enter the hotel with the two following behind after thanking their driver. She asks polite questions about the flight and congratulating Jimin for getting the opportunity to compete. The board the elevator when it arrives and Haeun begins her schedule overview.

“So tomorrow morning is the welcome breakfast for all of the competitors in the hotel’s ballroom you are required to attend. After that, the rest of the day is free for you. From Tuesday through Thursday will be opportunities to go to the theater and do a rehearsal run of your piece to get familiar with the space. Since you are in the contemporary group your time slot will likely be on Thursday. They’ll share the schedule with everyone tomorrow after the breakfast.”

The elevator reaches their floor and they step out with Jimin next to Haeun to continue the rundown while Yoongi trails behind.

“They’ve shared the competition schedule with you I’m sure, but just to reiterate that the competition formally begins on Friday starting with the hip hop and jazz styles. Saturday will be for ballet and contemporary like yourself. I recommend you arrive to the theater just as the ballet competition is expected to conclude, even if you are one of the later dancers to perform. That way you don’t have to rush and worry about getting there on time. And you are expected to stay until formally dismissed after awards. Expect to be at the theater the full second half of the day on Saturday.”

“Got it,” Jimin says, absorbing the details like a sponge.

“If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to me and I’ll help you both out,” Haeun says once they stop at one of the doors. “Here are your keycards and this card has my contact information. I’ll be available at all of the competition events as well so you can just look for me then as well.”

“Thank you Haeun-ssi,” Jimin says politely, taking the items she has outstretched.

“Oh before I forget. Unfortunately, guests are not invited to the welcome breakfast tomorrow. But you can join every other competition related event no problem,” Haeun says to Yoongi. “Jimin-ssi will be given a packet of information tomorrow that will contain passes for both of you to access the theater when needed.”

“Okay,” Yoongi replies awkwardly from having been addressed suddenly.

“Consider it an opportunity to sleep in,” Haeun says, her smile more friendly than purely polite. “Enjoy your night and I’ll see you in the morning Jimin-ssi.”

With a final smile, Haeun turns to leave in the direction they came from while Jimin slides the key into the reader and pushing the heavy door open to enter.

“Wow,” Jimin says once inside, tossing his bag aside to approach the large window on the far side of the room. The view is of the skyline, being high enough up to see the tops of buildings softly silhouetted by the blue hour.

While the younger eagerly enjoys the view, Yoongi looks around the rest of the room. It has two double beds running parallel to the window that take up most of the space in the room. There is a small desk tucked into a corner and a wardrobe with a television sitting on top. Next to the door is the bathroom which feels surprisingly large compared to the rest of the room. It has both a bathtub and a shower, and Yoongi is already sure Jimin will take advantage of the bath. Overall it is a nice place, and the beds in particular look very comfortable to the tired Yoongi.

“Hyung come here!” Jimin says brightly, still looking out the window. Yoongi does as requested, tossing their bags on one bed before walking over to stand with the younger. “We can see Times Square from here!”

Jimin points off to the right and Yoongi follows it, seeing bright colorful lights flicker and changing in that direction.

“You want to go there, yeah?” Yoongi asks, turning to look back at Jimin who is arguably a much prettier view.

“Yeah, but later. I’m hungry and sleepy and honestly horny,” Jimin says, still looking out the window.

Yoongi snorts at the younger’s honesty. He moves to stand behind Jimin then, wrapping his arms around his waist in a back hug.

“Was making you cum on the plane not enough for you?” Yoongi teases.

“It made it worse to be honest. I’ve been mildly horny ever since.”

Yoongi chuckles, nuzzling into the younger’s neck and kissing him delicately there.

“I vote food first. I’m also hungry.”

“You could eat me out,” Jimin offers making Yoongi laugh.

“Your ass is not food Min.”

“You’re the one who said you haven’t tasted me in too long.”

“Still not food. And if you want me to have the energy to fuck you, we should eat food.”

“Ugh fine. You and your logic,” Jimin complains jokingly. “Let’s just do room service.”

“Fine by me.”

Yoongi orders them food while Jimin unpacks and preps his competition stuff for easy access later. The food arrives quickly, and they sit at the edge of one of the beds as they devour their dinner.

“Hyung,” Jimin says meekly after they’ve finished eating.

“What is it Min?”

“There are two beds.”

“Yeah. So?”

“Are we…I mean should we…Can I-”

“Do you want to sleep together baby?” Yoongi asks, alleviating Jimin from his adorable awkwardness.

“Yeah, but it’s okay if you don’t I mean we’re not…but I feel better sleeping with you.”

“Relax Minie. It’s just me. I’ll gladly cuddle you all night if it means you’ll feel better.”

“Are you sure? I mean I’ll understand if-”

Yoongi interrupts Jimin’s worried rambling with a kiss, which seems to sooth the younger entirely.

“You’re cute when you’re awkward,” Yoongi says softly, eyes looking at Jimin fondly.

“I’m not awkward!”

“What do you call just now then?”

Jimin pouts which prompts a soft chuckle from the elder before he kisses it away. Jimin wraps his arms around the elder’s neck to deepen the kiss, happily humming with it as Yoongi pulls him closer as well.

“You always surprise me Min,” Yoongi muses, pulled away from the kiss but still holding Jimin close.

“How?”

“One second you’re adorably awkward. Another you’re shamelessly horny. And you say I give you emotional whiplash,” Yoongi explains with a small smirk.

“You did say I am a multifaceted individual,” Jimin says with his own smirk. “Which do you want right now?”

“Which what?”

“Which Jimin. Adorably awkward or shamelessly horny?” Jimin rephrases, his eyes darkening with desire. Yoongi swallows hard knowing where this is going, so he chooses to fully embrace it instead.

“Shamelessly horny,” Yoongi answers, his own eyes darkening with lust. Jimin smirks at him before surging into a heated kiss, pinning Yoongi onto the bed and straddling him as they keep kissing. He grinds his ass onto Yoongi’s hardening cock, making the elder groan into the kiss.

“So are you going to taste me till I cum like you promised?” Jimin asks, rolling his hips down masterfully to work Yoongi up.

“I’ll do whatever you want baby,” Yoongi pants, brain filled with arousal and not much else.

“That’s giving me a lot of power hyung,” Jimin says with a smirk.

“I trust you’ll use it for good,” Yoongi replies. “Let me taste you baby.”

Jimin eagerly moves off of Yoongi and moves up the bed with the elder quickly following to hover over him, connecting their lips hungrily once more. Jimin deepens it by pulling Yoongi closer, their tongues sliding between their mouths eagerly.

“Off,” Jimin pants, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt. Yoongi strips himself of it and does the same with Jimin’s sweater before moving to pull off the younger’s joggers and boxers.

“Roll over baby,” Yoongi instructs, stripping his own pants now to not deal with the uncomfortable cloth. Jimin rolls onto this stomach and is about to push up onto all fours until Yoongi puts his hand on the small of his back. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Jimin whimpers softly and relaxes down as Yoongi’s hands glide over his back before kneading his ass. The elder positions himself comfortably, pulls Jimin’s cheeks apart to lick a long stripe over the younger’s hole.

“A-ah fuck hyung,” Jimin gasps, gripping the sheets in his fists as Yoongi kitten licks the ring of muscle before sucking it softly and making Jimin gasp more. “It has been too long since you’ve done this.”

Yoongi chuckles briefly before going back to work, pushing the tip of his tongue inside as Jimin whimpers in pleasure. He teases his rim a little more and then pushes his tongue in farther before pulling away entirely.

“Fuck I missed burying my face in this glorious ass of yours,” Yoongi pants.

“H-hyung please want more,” Jimin whines, the friction of the sheets on his dick also working him up.

“As you wish baby,” Yoongi replies. He slides is tongue in again, making Jimin whine loudly as he fucks the younger with his tongue, curling it inside which sends chills through Jimin’s body. He slides a finger in along with his tongue to reach in further and soon finds what he is looking for when Jimin moans and shove his ass back into him.

“There hyung fuck right there,” Jimin rambles as Yoongi nudges his prostate with his finger. Yoongi adds a second finger and rubs that bundle of nerves, making Jimin squirm in pleasure and rut his hips into the bed, desperate for friction. The room is full of the wet sounds as Yoongi’s tongue works him open and Jimin is quickly becoming a babbling mess.

“Baby going to cum from my tongue?” Yoongi taunts when he breaks for air, still moving his fingers inside to keep Jimin on edge. Jimin whines in response, rolling his hips to get relief on his throbbing cock.

“Close hyung don’t stop,” Jimin pants, his orgasm pooling in his abdomen. He moans hard when a third finger enters him along with Yoongi’s tongue and the elder is ruthlessly fucking into his prostate. “A-ah fuck fuck hyung I-I’m ah!”

Jimin careens into his orgasm with a gasp, cumming deep into the sheets as Yoongi fingers him through it. He lifts his hips as the feeling of the sheets becomes too much on his post-orgasm dick and he pushes his ass back to chase the pleasure that Yoongi pulls away shortly after.

Yoongi guides Jimin to roll onto his back, moving to hover over the younger and kiss him gently as he comes down from his high.

“Fuck I missed that,” Jimin pants, earning a soft chuckle from Yoongi. “You’re so good at that hyung.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi chuckles. “It’s easy when it’s your perfect ass.”

“Oh shut up and take the compliment.”

They both laugh before connecting their lips again in a languid lip lock that grows more sensual the longer they kiss. Jimin reaches between them to loosely stroke Yoongi who hisses at the touch on his neglected cock.

“A-ah baby fuck,” Yoongi groans at the just barely enough feeling of Jimin’s strokes.

“Fuck me hyung. Fill me please,” Jimin whines, letting Yoongi’s length go to pull him into a filthy kiss.

“Okay baby,” Yoongi replies after pulling away. He moves off the bed to his bag, grabbing the bottle of lube he packed and quickly moving back to hover over Jimin again. They kiss as Yoongi lubes himself, separating so the elder can line himself up to enter. He pushes Jimin’s legs back and the younger grabs them to hold as Yoongi guides himself inside.

“Fuck why don’t we do this position more,” Jimin moans as Yoongi pushes in further, bottoming out shortly after.

“I don’t know but fuck we need to fix that.”

“That’s what we’re doing now isn’t it?” Jimin pants with a smirk. “Move hyung.”

Yoongi steadies himself with his hands on either side of Jimin’s head, hovering over him to keep Jimin bent in half as he starts to roll his hips.

“God fuck feels so fucking good hyung,” Jimin groans, head dropping back as pleasure rolls through his body with each roll of Yoongi’s hips.

“So tight like this baby fuck,” Yoongi grunts. He starts moving faster, now snapping his hips more than rolling as he thrusts into the younger.

“Harder hyung fuck please more,” Jimin whines, letting his legs go as they can rest on Yoongi’s shoulders instead.

“Fuck baby okay,” Yoongi groans. He makes sure to pull out to the tip before slamming back in, pulling a wail of pleasure out of Jimin with each new, fast thrust.

“Yes yes fuck just like that,” Jimin rambles, his orgasm boiling up inside him.

“Shit you take me so well baby. Fucking love how well you take me,” Yoongi grunts, his filter replaced with pure arousal.

“H-hyung,” Jimin cries out, hearing love sparking his climax to come quicker. “Ah! There hyung right there!”

Finding Jimin’s prostate sparks a new fire in the elder, so he thrusts as hard and fast as he can as Jimin becomes a babbling mess of pleasure.

“C-close!” Jimin musters. His cock is leaking precum all over his stomach as his release approaches the edge. “Fuck love your cock a-ah!”

“Fuck baby I-I’m cumming,” Yoongi grunts, his orgasm ripping out of him after. Jimin saying love through him unexpectantly past his tipping point, so he’s thrust deep as he fills the younger with his cum.

“A-ah fuck I Yoongi!” Jimin cries out, Yoongi’s deep thrusting hitting him directly in his prostate and pushing him into his second climax. He arches off the bed as much as he can in there position as ropes of white hit his stomach and chest.

They start to come down from their highs, with Yoongi collapsing on top of Jimin after pushing the younger’s legs off to the side. Jimin wraps his arms around the elder to keep him close while their breathing slowly evens out.

Yoongi is the first to come back to reality, and the memory of saying love again hits him and he starts to panic.

What the fuck do I do now?

“Hyung you’re heavy,” Jimin says then, still slightly in the afterglow daze.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbles, pushing himself up to pull out and move off the younger entirely. “We uh need to clean up.”

Jimin hums in agreement but makes no effort to move yet. Yoongi observes him carefully for a moment, his adrenaline running high at his realization. But Jimin also said love again but isn’t reacting at all.

Just leave it in the heat of the moment.

“Come on baby. Shower then sleep,” Yoongi says, forcing himself to ignore the danger sirens in his mind.

“Fine,” Jimin grumbles, sitting up and then making grabby hands at the elder who softly chuckles.

“Do you want to be a koala again?” Yoongi teases, thankful that Jimin still seems a little out of it and not remembering what they said.

“That wasn’t what I intended but I’m not opposed.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, smiling fondly at the adorable younger.

“Next time. My legs can barely hold myself up at the moment.”

“You’re not the one who was bent in half and pounded into,” Jimin grumbles as he pushes himself off the bed with shaky legs.

“You enjoyed it.”

“Of course I did. Doesn’t mean my legs aren’t gelatin now.”

“Okay okay get a move on Jell-O legs,” Yoongi teases, earning a dramatic pout from the younger that he kisses away.

They share a quick shower, for once focusing on washing up instead of making out since they are so tired. As soon as they are done and dressed for bed, they collapse in the unused one and curl up into each other.

“Good thing we have two beds,” Jimin mumbles as sleep starts to take over.

“Mmm. The sex bed and sleep bed,” Yoongi muses, eyelids heavy with sleep as well.

“Did you really just call it a sex bed?”

“That’s what we did in it.”

“You’re a weirdo.”

“Your weirdo,” Yoongi slips as sleep fogs his mind.

“My weirdo,” Jimin mumbles quietly as sleep takes over them both.

--

“Good morning Jimin-ssi,” Haeun welcomes as Jimin approaches the ballroom. “I hope you are well rested.”

“Morning Haeun-ssi,” Jimin replies with a soft smile. They enter the ballroom together where large round tables are setup and filled with the other dancers from all over the world. Jimin chooses to follow Haeun since he finds comfort in her Korean and English fluency to not steer him wrong. It’s also her job, but that isn’t as impactful in Jimin’s mind.

There is a long buffet of varying breakfast foods from fruit to pastries to eggs and more. After collecting a plate full of goodies, Jimin opts to even sit with Haeun at one of the tables tucked more in a corner.

“So Haeun-ssi,” Jimin starts after they’ve sat. “Can I ask how you ended up working here?”

“Of course. I was actually a competitor a few years ago from Seoul,” Haeun explains casually.

“Oh. Did you decide not to join a company or…”

“Outside of the competition season I dance professionally. The company structure just wasn’t right for me and I preferred going to endless auditions for gigs. Crazy sounding I know. But the competition work keeps me steady while I can freely dance whenever and wherever I so choose.”

Jimin simply nods and starts eating his breakfast when Haeun changes topics.

“So the guy who came with you. He’s your boyfriend, right?”

Jimin sits up straighter and goes a bit wide-eyed at the question, which makes Haeun raise a curious eyebrow.

“He uh no he’s not. It’s complicated,” Jimin answers nervously. Memories of New Year’s and even last night’s intercourse flood into his mind then.

“Complicated? You brought an ‘it’s complicated’ to New York?”

“He’s my best friend. But um that might change.”

Haeun continues looking at Jimin with curiosity but says nothing, leaving it open if Jimin chooses to continue.

“I’m kind of in love with him,” Jimin mumbles.

“Kind of?”

“Okay fully in love with him.”

“And he doesn’t feel the same?”

“That’s the thing. I think he does but I don’t know for sure. Something happened right before we came here, and I’ve been avoiding talking about it.”

“Why?”

“Because if I’m wrong and he doesn’t feel the same, it ruins everything.”

“Do you have any reason to think he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Does my own inner demons telling me it’s not possible count?” Jimin asks with a sigh. “I know I shouldn’t avoid it and he’s tried to talk to me about it but I just keep pushing it off. And now I think he’s waiting for me to bring it up first, but I don’t know how or if I really want to.”

“Do you want my completely outside and unbiased opinion?” Haeun asks after a moment of thought.

“Sure why not.”

“He definitely is in love with you. The second I saw him look at you I knew it. So you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Before Jimin can respond, the welcome part of the welcome breakfast begins as an emcee begins speaking. Jimin tries his best to focus on the present instead of his feelings, but that proves more difficult after having spoken about it to Haeun. He has to make a decision, just to ease his mind so he can focus.

I’ll talk to him.

When I’m ready.

--

“Hyung wake up already!”

“No.”

“Yoongi!”

“Fine just stop shaking me.”

Jimin smiles brightly and does as requested, going back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for the day. It’s their first fully free day in New York and the younger is happily bouncing around, excited to explore the city.

Yoongi wanders into the bathroom shortly after Jimin, looking disheveled from sleep and generally grumpy that he is awake. Jimin finds him adorable in this state and is quick to peck his cheek, which surprises Yoongi.

“What was that for?” Yoongi asks, sleep-heavy eyes looking at him questioningly.

“Just because,” Jimin says with a smile and a shrug. “Now hurry up so we can go.”

“You’re so impatient,” Yoongi chuckles softly.

“I’m excited.”

“Same difference.”

“Stop complaining and get ready.”

“Yes sir.”

Jimin giggles at their banter and leaves Yoongi alone, giving the elder a moment of reprieve from his flirtatious antics. And Yoongi is thankful for it, because he feels a bit wound up as it is with Jimin.

He quickly gets dressed and grabs his things as Jimin rambles on about what he plans on doing for the day. Yoongi listens enough but in general he’s just going to follow Jimin. He’ll follow him anywhere.

“Is there anything you want to do hyung?” Jimin asks as they trek through the morning cold towards the nearest subway station.

“Not really. Just be with you,” Yoongi admits, still not fully awake so his filter is weak. He looks over at Jimin who has averted his gaze with cheeks tinged pink from either the cold or the statement. Yoongi decides it’s the latter.

The descend into the underground and Jimin navigates them onto their train which is packed with other commuters. They have to stand in the aisle, bracing themselves on the hand rail as the train jostles them as well as the incoming and outgoing passengers of each stop. At one point they are so packed together that Jimin is essentially shoved into Yoongi. The elder wraps a steady arm around the younger and holds him close even after the train loses passengers and they don’t need to be that way.

“This is our stop hyung,” Jimin says as the train slows to a stop. The younger grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers as he pulls the elder out of the subway and onto the busy city streets.

Before Yoongi can orient himself to where they possibly are, Jimin is yanking him in one direction and excitedly weaving through other tourists till it is blatantly obvious where they are. The large billboards flashing ads in bright colors on every building means they must be in Times Square.

“Wow,” Jimin exhales, stopping suddenly to take in the scene. He’s so full of childlike wonder that his eyes sparkle as the lights color his face, and Yoongi is simply enamored.

The rest of day is similar with each new place they visit. Jimin is in awe of every place, taking in the scene with wide eyes and mouth agape before taking hundreds of photos. Yoongi, while impressed with the places, is more in awe of the younger’s pure joy and just how happy he is.

As much as Yoongi wants to talk to Jimin about what they are, he’ll be damned if he dampens Jimin’s joy right now. He’ll suffer in silence for Jimin to always be this excited and enthusiastic.

As the day shifts to night and they have sufficiently exhausted themselves, they take a taxi back to the hotel and trudge up to the room, quickly collapsing into the bed after just barely shedding enough layers to be comfortable.

“So what was your favorite place?” Yoongi asks, Jimin curled up next to him and resting his head on the elder’s chest.

“Bryant Park was nice. Felt like a getaway in the middle of the city.”

“Your favorite place in New York City was the place where it didn’t feel like the city?”

“I guess. It was the most different place. Had both a relaxing and energetic quality to it,” Jimin reasons. “What about you?”

“Everywhere with you is my favorite place,” Yoongi answers.

“Hyung be serious.”

“I am,” Yoongi affirms. “Doesn’t matter where we were, it was my favorite because I was with you.”

Jimin shifts to look into Yoongi’s face, scanning it carefully while the elder does the same. Yoongi can see the gears turning in Jimin’s mind and when the silence between them starts to go on for too long, he’s about to start the conversation he’s been desperately wanting to have when Jimin speaks first.

“We should sleep,” Jimin says softly, resting back down against Yoongi’s chest.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs, the opportunity gone now. “Night Minie.”

“Goodnight hyung.”

--

“So what is your master plan for today?” Yoongi asks, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Jimin to finish getting ready.

“I was thinking of exploring Central Park.”

“That’s all?”

“Well it’s a huge park hyung,” Jimin says, leaving the bathroom to go back to the main room. “I kind of just wanted to walk around where we felt like going and see what we happen to find.”

“Okay. My only request is coffee first. Otherwise I don’t think I’ll survive.”

“You’re not allowed to die on me hyung,” Jimin says, pulling his coat on. “Now let’s get you that coffee and begin our adventure.”

The duo departs the hotel, walking a couple blocks to a coffeeshop they found online. Yoongi with his coffee, Jimin with a hot chocolate, and a giant muffin shared between them, they make their way to the subway. The ride is long enough for them to finish their muffin and Jimin is practically skipping out of the underground in excitement. He’s so full of joy and Yoongi can’t stop smiling over it. After walking a couple more blocks, they approach the park in all it’s grandeur.

“Wow it’s so pretty,” Jimin mumbles as they enter Central Park. His eyes are wide with childlike wonder and Yoongi can’t help but smile at the younger’s bright excitement over something as simple as a park.

They start their exploring, choosing a random direction to walk and going with it. While other tourists pass them with specific plans on what to do and see, they wander where they feel like going and happen upon interesting places. While the spontaneous discovery is fun, Yoongi is absorbed in observing Jimin the whole time. No matter what cool or exciting place they find, his eyes are always on Jimin.

I love when he’s this happy.

I want to make him this happy.

He makes me this happy.

With each new discovery and Jimin’s amazement and joy, one of these thoughts comes into Yoongi’s mind. The more they explore, the more the word ‘love’ appears in his mind.

“Hyung isn’t it beautiful!” Jimin says with starry eyes and a big smile, hand in hand with the elder and pulling him along.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replies, solely looking at the younger. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin turns to look at Yoongi then to see that the elder is only looking at him and he feels his heart start to swell with affection and his cheeks burn with blush. He turns his head away, smiling to himself as his heart starts to race feeling Yoongi’s eyes still on him.

They follow a path for a while and come to a stone bridge that arches over a waterway with a stunning view of the city skyline. As Jimin ogles the view, Yoongi feels the three words he’s avoided for so long begging to be said, repeating in his mind like a mantra.

Yoongi stops dead in his tracks on the arch of the bridge, subsequently stopping Jimin as well since their hands are entwined. The younger turns back, looking at the elder in confusion for having stopped so suddenly.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi pulls Jimin towards him and into a close embrace, cradling Jimin’s face with his free hand and connecting their lips passionately. Jimin is clearly taken aback but doesn’t move away nor respond while still in shock.

“I love you,” Yoongi says as soon as he pulls away from the kiss, still cradling Jimin’s face and staying close. “I love you so much and I can’t not say it anymore.”

“H-hyung,” Jimin mutters with a shaky voice, emotions surging forward from the sudden confession making his eyes start to water.

“I’ve loved you for years and never thought you’d ever feel the same about me. But then New Year’s happened, and I thought maybe you actually do. And I know you don’t want to talk about it yet and I don’t want to pressure you into it but fuck, I love you so much and I need you to know it. I can’t hide my love for you anymore.”

“Hyung.”

“Maybe I’m wrong and you don’t love me and that’s why you don’t want to talk yet but-”

Jimin cuts Yoongi off with his own passionate kiss, firmly connecting their lips in a way that radiates true intimacy and the feelings they share. Yoongi is taken aback briefly, but soon returns the kiss with equal enthusiasm.

“I love you too,” Jimin says when they separate again. “So much. I’m sorry for not just saying it sooner but I was scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“Of rejection. Of misinterpreting that night. Of you not loving me,” Jimin mumbles, tears starting to stream down his cheeks.

“God no Jimin I love you so much,” Yoongi assures, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “More than anything else in this world.”

“R-really?” Jimin asks, eyes rapidly scanning the elder’s face and only finding complete adoration in the man’s eyes.

“Absolutely.”

“So when you said you want me…” Jimin trails off, his mind still trying to process this moment.

“I want you. All of you, all the time. Not just sex anymore. Not just my best friend anymore. I want to love you every day as much as I can. I want everyone to know how much I love you. I especially want you to know how much I love you.”

“Yoongi,” Jimin mumbles, crying even more with the elder’s words. “I want that. I want all of you.”

“I’m yours,” Yoongi affirms, staring deeply into Jimin’s eyes. “Always have been and will be as long as you want.”

“Mine,” Jimin mumbles, softly smiling after. “And I’m yours.”

They equally close the distance between them to kiss again. It’s full of romance and intimacy and they revel in their mutual love freely, finally. Everything they do is so full of love, and everything they will do will be too.

“Hyung c-can we leave? Want to love you more,” Jimin says between kisses. As much as they are in their own little word standing on this bridge with few others around, there are still others around.

“Want to love you too,” Yoongi says, kissing the younger one more time before parting fully. They quickly leave the bridge and weave past other park-goers to get to the street as quick as possible, hailing a taxi and rushing into the first one that pulls over, rattling off the hotel name and vibrating with anticipation as they head back to the hotel.

Once at the hotel, they are quick to cross through the lobby towards the elevators, having to wait for one to arrive with severe lack of patience between them. One elevator ride later, they are almost sprinting down the hall to the room, throwing the door open and barely crossing the threshold when their lips collide in another passionate kiss.

“This is real, right?” Jimin asks suddenly, pulling his head back just enough to look Yoongi in the face.

“Very real. I love you so much baby. I’ll prove it,” Yoongi answers, closing the distance again. He guides Jimin back till the younger’s back bumps into the closed door and presses his body into Jimin’s, not wanting any distance between them ever again.

Jimin snakes his arms around the elder’s neck and pulls him into a deeper kiss. He pushes himself into Yoongi more and the elder wraps his arms around his waist to hug him close.

“Yoongi I need you,” Jimin pants when they reluctantly break to breathe.

“I’m here,” Yoongi replies, kissing his lips one more time before unwrapping his arms from Jimin’s waist to rest on his hips. He turns them around and guides Jimin further into the room, their lips connected all the while until Jimin’s legs run into the bed and he falls back onto it.

They’re quick to strip off their clothes, desperate to feel each other with as few barriers as possible. They’re limbs are tangled as they kiss passionately and kiss more than breathe as if disconnecting the lip lock would be the end of the world.

“Hyung need you closer,” Jimin pants when they have to break to breathe. “Need you in me.”

“Okay baby,” Yoongi replies softly, giving him a chaste kiss before pulling away enough to grab the lube, coating his fingers and moving back to kiss Jimin as he circles his entrance.

“I love you,” Yoongi says softly as he inserts his first finger. They kiss sensually as Yoongi works Jimin open, soon having three fingers comfortably inside.

“Hyung,” Jimin pants, feeling worked up and needy. “Please want you now.”

“Okay love,” Yoongi affirms, softly kissing the younger’s forehead as he removes his fingers. He quickly slicks himself while Jimin whines at the absence of having him close. Yoongi hovers over Jimin as he guides himself in, pushing in slow and steady as they both breathe heavily in unison.

“I love you so much Min,” Yoongi pants once he has bottomed out.

“I love you too,” Jimin replies, pulling Yoongi into a slow, intimate kiss. They continue to exchange kisses as Yoongi starts to move, focusing on long and deep thrusts to feel every inch of Jimin around him. The younger moans softly while trying to maintain their lip lock, but the delicious drag of his lover’s cock making that difficult. “More hyung please.”

Yoongi starts thrusting in faster while still focusing on long and deep, pulling out to the tip before pushing all the way back in.

“Fuck baby love you so much,” Yoongi groans, getting more forceful as he chases his release.

“Love you too. So much fuck so much,” Jimin exhales, the familiar heat of his orgasm pooling in his abdomen. Yoongi braces himself on either side of Jimin’s head and the small shift in position makes it so he is hitting Jimin’s prostate. “There hyung right there.”

“Fuck baby you’re so perfect. I’m so lucky to have you,” Yoongi grunts, his orgasm coiling in his stomach. “So lucky you’re mine.”

“Yours. All yours a-ah only yours,” Jimin moans. With every nudge into that special bundle of nerves, Jimin’s climax builds faster and faster. “More please.”

“Fuck okay baby,” Yoongi grunts, thrusting faster and harder to reach their release.

“Kiss me a-ah kiss me hyung,” Jimin pleads, the burning fire of his release about to explode. Yoongi obliges, surging into a heated kiss with tongues exchanging and each of them swallowing the other’s moans.

“Baby I fuck I love you so much. I-I’m ah,” Yoongi rambles, his climax moments away.

“I love you Yoongi. I love you so much,” Jimin babbles, feeling incredibly blissed out. “Hyung please. Need you. Want you so bad a-ah. C-close hyung.”

“Me too baby. So close.”

“Cum with me please,” Jimin pleads, seconds from climaxing. “Fuck Yoongi!”

“Fuck Jimin I-I’m-” is the only warning Yoongi gets out before he is cumming hard inside Jimin. The feeling of Yoongi’s pulsing cock inside him sends Jimin over the edge as well and they orgasm together, hitting their highs in unison and moaning into another passionate kiss.

They kiss through their come down, both floating in a state of euphoria having finally shared their love both verbally and intimately. They’ve reached a new level of ecstasy and they never want to lose this feeling.

“Hyung,” Jimin exhales, breaking the kiss to breathe. He holds Yoongi’s face in both of his hands, filled with so much adoration for the elder and seeing it returned through his cat-like eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Yoongi says softly, feeling a swell of emotions wash over him from seeing the pure, unadulterated love in the younger’s eyes. “I’m going to tell you that so much.”

“You already have,” Jimin giggles, letting his hands drop from Yoongi’s face. The elder rolls them on their sides facing each other.

“And I’m going to keep doing it. That way you never have to question how I feel about you.”

Jimin feels his cheeks redden as his smile grows so he nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck to not get too flustered, even though he already is.

“You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you,” Jimin mumbles, feeling his eyes start to water again.

“That is absolutely not true,” Yoongi says firmly, moving back to look Jimin in the eyes as he speaks. “You deserve all of the best things Jimin. I’m lucky that you think I can be one of those things. I’m good to you because I love you and have for years. Never say you don’t deserve me, okay?”

“Okay,” Jimin mumbles, his tears freely falling.

“Baby don’t cry,” Yoongi says softly, wiping away the younger’s tears.

“Good tears hyung,” Jimin assures with a gentle smile. “I’m just really happy and love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Yoongi says with a smile, kissing Jimin on the forehead, followed by the tip of his nose, and ending at his lips. “We need to clean up baby.”

“Together?”

“Of course,” Yoongi answers, smiling at Jimin’s adorable question. They make their way out of the bed and to the shower, eagerly getting in and staying close the whole time. They wash each other, stealing kisses throughout when not smiling silly at each other.

Once out of the shower, they both slip on pajama bottoms before crawling into the other bed and snuggling up immediately. With Yoongi’s back resting against the headboard and Jimin between his legs and resting his head on Yoongi’s chest, they enjoy the comfortable silence.

“This isn’t an elaborate dream, right? I don’t want to wake up and none of this happened,” Yoongi muses while Jimin intertwines their fingers.

“Would you like me to pinch you so you know it’s real?” Jimin offers calmly.

“No you-hey!” Yoongi says when Jimin pinches his thigh with a giggle. “Brat.”

“Your brat.”

“My brat,” Yoongi echoes fondly. “I love my brat.”

He kisses Jimin’s cheek making the younger giggle more, the sound sweet to Yoongi’s ears.

“I don’t want to be your brat though.”

“What?” Yoongi asks, furrowing his brows.

“I don’t want to be your brat,” Jimin repeats. “I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh you’re being a tease,” Yoongi muses with a small smile.

“You make it so easy,” Jimin says. He tilts his head up to look at the elder with eyes swimming with fondness. “So can I?”

“Can you what?” Yoongi asks with a smirk.

“Be your boyfriend.”

Yoongi pauses despite knowing his answer immediately, just so he can tease the younger back a little.

“Only if I can be yours.”

“Deal,” Jimin replies. They smile at each other before leaning in for a soft kiss. They continue their intimate lip lock until their position gets the better of them.

“Can I ask you something?” Jimin asks, relaxing into Yoongi’s embrace.

“Anything Minie.”

“You’ve said you’ve loved me for years. How many?”

“At least five. Probably longer but I didn’t have a name for my feelings,” Yoongi admits quietly, feeling a bit vulnerable for saying it aloud.

“Hyung that’s half the time we’ve known each other,” Jimin remarks, surprised it’s been that long.

“I know.”

“You’ve really loved me that long?” Jimin asks, moving to now face Yoongi properly. “And you never said anything?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says weakly. “It almost slipped a few times, especially when we started the whole mutual agreement.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I never thought you’d feel the same way and confessing unrequited feelings likely meant I’d lose you as my best friend. And I couldn’t lose you Min.”

“You wouldn’t have lost me hyung,” Jimin assures softly.

“I didn’t know that. I convinced myself that we would never be more than friends and accepted that your friendship was better than nothing.”

“Well clearly past you was wrong,” Jimin chuckles lightly. “And past me was wrong too.”

“Past you?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Oh um I might have had a similar mindset and had a crush on you but pushed those feelings aside,” Jimin admits, facing flushing from embarrassment from admitting this.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs. “I was convinced that since you didn’t act any different after we started fucking that you didn’t feel anything beyond friends with benefits.”

“When in reality I was already hopelessly in love with you,” Yoongi adds. “So I always treated you as more than just a friend but kept my feelings secret. I should have just listened to Hobi.”

“What did he say?”

“To just admit my feelings because he knew you felt the same. But I was way too stubborn to believe him. He’s going to be a menace and chant ‘I told you so’ at me as soon as he hears we’re together.”

“That’s your own doing,” Jimin giggles, earning a tickle attack that results to him writhing under the elder in a laugh fit begging for him to stop.

“H-hyung stop it! I can’t breathe!” Jimin laughs, trying to kick Yoongi away and failing. “If you love me, you’ll stop!”

“That’s an abuse of my feelings,” Yoongi answer, complying nonetheless and sitting back on his heels.

“You would have done the same to me,” Jimin defends.

“You have no proof,” Yoongi says, not realizing the mistake until he’s being attacked by the younger in the very same way.

“Say it hyung,” Jimin demands, not relenting despite Yoongi’s attempts to get him off.

“No! You can’t make me,” Yoongi replies. He manages to grab Jimin by the waist and switch their positions to pin the younger to the bed under him. They’re both panting from their laughing and staring at each other intensely.

“Unless you’re planning on fucking me again, you should probably get off,” Jimin says eventually when the tension becomes palpable.

“Do you want me to fuck you again?” Yoongi asks, eyes getting darker and voice getting lower. Jimin whimpers and feels his dick twitch in interest.

“Yeah. Do you?” Jimin pants, eyeing the elder carefully.

“Always.”

Yoongi surges forward into a heated kiss, much hungrier than the earlier intercourse. It takes Jimin’s breath away but he’s quick to return the kiss with equal fervency. Yoongi pushes his tongue inside the younger’s mouth, pulling a hard whine from Jimin as he does.

“Hyung I know we’re in love but please fucking ruin me,” Jimin pants as Yoongi trails kisses down his jaw and to his neck. “Ruin me for anyone else.”

Yoongi groans gutturally against Jimin’s neck, continuing his ministrations down from his throat and to his chest. He moves to one nipple, sucking hard and making Jimin arch off the bed with a loud moan. He does the same on the other side, nipping at it as well which makes Jimin gasp and thrust his hips into the elder for friction. Yoongi grabs Jimin’s hips hard and shoves the younger down, pinning the younger to the bed despite his squirming.

“Fuck hyung please please please need more. Need you,” Jimin rambles, fully succumbed to his arousal and shamelessly desperate for Yoongi. He tries to wiggle out of Yoongi’s tight hold to no use, and the strong grip the elder has is just making him painfully hard incredibly fast.

“Baby you’re already so desperate for my cock,” Yoongi muses, smirking down at Jimin. “Love it so much you can’t wait, hm?”

“I can’t fuck want it so bad hyung please fill me so good,” Jimin babbles breathlessly.

“You need to be good for me love,” Yoongi requests calmly, as if he isn’t also painfully hard in his pajamas. “Be good and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Fuck please I’ll be so good,” Jimin pants, feeling precum start to drip from his still clothed erection.

“Good,” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin softly against the frustrated hunger of the younger. “Get the lube for me.”

Yoongi pulls his hands away and Jimin is quick to spring off the bed towards the other one and grab the bottle still laying among the tangled sheets. He snatches it and holds it out to the elder eagerly.

“Good boy. Strip for me and get on all fours facing the headboard.”

Jimin shoves his pants off immediately, kicking them aside before getting into position on the sex bed, pushing his ass out and curving his back in just the right way that drives Yoongi crazy.

“God you’re so hot baby,” Yoongi exhales, eyes drinking in the sight. He removes his own pants then and moves behind Jimin, firmly grabbing the younger’s ass and getting a yelp from the younger. “So sexy all for me.”

“Only for you,” Jimin pants, painfully hard and desperate.

“That’s right. Only for me,” Yoongi says before slapping Jimin’s ass hard. The younger cries out in pleasure and feels more precum leak out with the hit, his ass now stinging where the slap happened.

“Hyung please give me your cock already,” Jimin begs.

“No prep baby?” Yoongi asks, kneading the younger’s ass as one cheek blooms red from the earlier hit.

“No prep. Want you to stretch me open again. Fuck my tight ass already.

“Fuck you’re so shameless,” Yoongi grunts, slapping the other side of Jimin’s ass.

“Please!” Jimin cries out from the second spank.

“Okay baby relax for me,” Yoongi says, rubbing small circles on the small of Jimin’s back to soothe him some. He pops the cap open on the lube before pouring the cold liquid directly on the younger’s hole and then on his own dick. They both gasp at the cold lube followed by Yoongi hissing as he strokes himself to coat his length.

“Ready baby?”

“Fuck yes just fuck me,” Jimin pants. Yoongi grips both cheeks of Jimin’s ass hard, separating them enough to clearly see Jimin’s still gaping hole and starting to slide in.

“Oh god fuck yes a-ah,” Jimin moans as Yoongi pushes in, stretching him open again with a slight burn. “Don’t wait to move.”

Yoongi does as requested, bottoming out and immediately pulling out again. A shiver rolls through him at already moving and a groan falls from his lips.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Shit feels so good baby,” Yoongi groans, steadily thrusting in and out.

“Ruin me hyung fuck please,” Jimin begs, needing so much more already. Yoongi pulls out to the tip slowly before slamming in as hard as possible, pushing an obscene groan from the younger. He sets a brutal pace, gripping Jimin’s hips tightly as he pounds into him mercilessly.

“Fuck fuck yes god don’t stop don’t stop a-ah!” Jimin rambles, already feeling the burning of his orgasm growing.

“Fuck Jimin ah so goddamn tight. So fucking good I love it,” Yoongi grunts, the way Jimin squeezes him already fueling his climax. Yoongi slides a hand up Jimin’s body and firmly grips the younger’s hair, pulling briefly to get a yelp from Jimin that shifts seamlessly into a moan.

“Hyung close please don’t stop,” Jimin babbles, dropping his head back to arching his back more.

“Already? Fucking love my cock that much you already need to cum,” Yoongi grunts, pulling Jimin’s hair again.

“Ah! Fuck yeah best cock. Make me cum so many times. So good. You’re so fucking good.”

“Cum for me. Cum so I can fuck you till you cum again,” Yoongi orders, not letting up his pace at all.

“Fuck fuck a-ah Yoongi!” Jimin cries as he hits his climax, shooting ropes of white all over the sheets below him. He rambles nonsense as he cums and Yoongi doesn’t let up at all, still fucking into him hard well past his oversensitivity. Jimin’s body goes pliant and his arms weaken, unable to hold him up anymore so he drop his chest to the bed.

“Hyung fuck ah! Please!” he cries, the feeling of being fucked overwhelming.

“Not till you cum again baby,” Yoongi grits, still easing the speed but not the hardness of his thrusts.

“Ah fuck!” Jimin cries when Yoongi hits his prostate, a shrill spike pleasure speeding through his senses.

“Come on baby. You love this cock so much you can cum again.”

Yoongi is snapping his hips into that special spot, earning a loud groan or wail from Jimin every time. He can feel Yoongi’s thrusts into his stomach and his dick is hardening again already.

“Fuck shit a-ah Y-Yoongi please please please please,” Jimin rambles, second orgasm growing rapidly.

“God you’re so loud for me. The whole hotel can hear how good I make you feel. You want that don’t you?”

“Hyung please!”

“Answer me Jimin.”

“Fuck yes yes yes want everyone to hear how good you fuck me. Please um please please need it!”

“Not till you do,” Yoongi grits, his orgasm ready to happen as soon as he lets it. Yoongi reaches around to grab Jimin’s member and mercilessly begins to stroke along with his thrusts, picking up the speed of both till Jimin is wailing incoherently.

“Cum for me baby,” Yoongi orders and he feels Jimin clench hard around him and visibly shake as the second orgasm hits the younger hard. Cum paints Yoongi’s hand and he can feel just how much Jimin is releasing, which makes Yoongi’s thrusts erratic as he tries to hold himself back from his own climax.

“H-hyung please I-I can’t,” Jimin cries as he comes down from his high.

“Tell me,” Yoongi grunts, so very close to loosing it. “Tell me what you love.”

“Fuck hyung ah! You! I love you so much. So so so so  fucking much!”

“Fuck ah Jimin!” Yoongi groans, thrusting hard and shooting harder inside the younger as he finally cums. His vision is blurry, and his grip tightens on Jimin’s hips to steady himself as his orgasm races out of him, tensing his whole body as every muscles works to keep him steady. After his high, he collapses to the side of Jimin, moving the younger with him to spoon him from behind.

“Out hyung fuck out out,” Jimin whines.

“Sorry baby just relax okay,” Yoongi soothes breathlessly, pulling out carefully and kissing wherever he can reach to distract the younger. Once fully out, he rubs soothing circles on Jimin’s back and the younger’s breathing starts to slow. “Did I go too far baby?”

“No just sensitive now. Too sensitive,” Jimin pants, the slight sting of oversensitivity starting to fade.

“You sure?” Yoongi asks, a little worried with Jimin’s occasional wincing.

“Yeah. Promise.,” Jimin assures, relaxing more with each evening breath. “No more tonight.”

“Okay love,” Yoongi says, resuming kissing wherever he can reach with delicate pecks. They’re silent except for their breathing as they relax into each other.

“Hey Min,” Yoongi says softly, sensing Jimin is starting to drift off to sleep.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Jimin rolls over enough to see Yoongi’s face, smiling sleepily at him before saying “I love you too.”

“We should shower again baby. Or do you want a bath?” Yoongi asks, softly kissing around Jimin’s face.

“Bath sounds nice. Will you join me?”

“Sure baby.”

They leisurely leave the bed, both feeling blissful and exhausted from their activities. Yoongi draws them a bath and they spend the entirety of it whispering ‘I love you’s and stealing soft kisses until the water goes cold. They don’t bother to get dressed, instead falling into the clean bed and tangling together under the covers.

“Love you Yoongi,” Jimin whispers as he slips into sleep.

“Love you too Jiminie,” Yoongi whispers back, joining the younger in a deep sleep.

--

“Oh god. It’s happening. It’s really happening.”

Jimin is pacing in the green room backstage at the competition, waiting for his turn on the stage. They arrived early like Haeun suggested, but now he has time to wait which means time to think.

“Baby come here,” Yoongi requests gently. He places his hands gently on Jimin’s shoulders when the younger is close enough before kissing his forehead softly. “You are going to be amazing. There’s no reason to stress yourself.”

“But there are recruiters out there for all the best companies,” Jimin explains, worrying his lip after.

“Don’t think about that. Just go out there and dance your heart out. Your talent will speak for itself love.”

Jimin’s heart flutters a bit at the new pet name Yoongi has adopted since their confession and he find solace in having Yoongi here. He wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist and hugs him close.

“Thanks hyung. What would I do without you?”

“You’d still be the beautiful and talented dancer who is more than able to wow that whole audience. That’s all you Min.”

“Still. You always know exactly what to say.”

“I have ten years of experience. Five years actively perfecting the craft of making you happy.”

“I think you’ve mastered that,” Jimin says with a smile, truly feeling much more relaxed. “Do I make you happy?”

“Unbelievably so,” Yoongi assures, smiling back at the younger with eyes full of adoration.

“Five minutes Park Jimin,” the stage manager calls, quickly disappearing to be in the wings.

“I should go so I can get inside before your turn,” Yoongi says.

“Okay.”

Yoongi holds Jimin’s chin carefully, tilting it up slightly to kiss the younger tenderly.

“I want you to remember one thing when you are out there,” Yoongi says, tucking a stray hair behind Jimin’s ear.

“What’s that?”

“That I love you,” Yoongi says, his smile growing wider as he speaks.

“I love you too,” Jimin says, smiling his crescent-eye smile that Yoongi adores, thus making Yoongi smile his gummy smile that Jimin adores. “You’ll come back here right after my piece, right?”

“Of course. Anything you want,” Yoongi assures. He kisses Jimin quickly one last time before leaving the younger to get into the theater. Jimin takes a deep breath and heads to the wings.

Just go out there and dance your heart out.

Applause roars as the dancer before him finishes her piece, bowing to the judges before leaving the stage.

I want you to remember one thing when you are out there.

Jimin takes a deep breath and walks out on the stage to polite applause, moving to center stage to take his opening position and wait for his musical cue.

I love you.

The music begins and everything melts away from Jimin’s consciousness except for the music and his movements. There is no competition, no audience, no pressure. Just him and his dancing and the promise of being loved when this is all over.

Jimin doesn’t return back to reality until the applause rings through his senses, reminding of where he is. With a smile, he looks out into the void of the audience which he can’t see because of the stage lights. But somewhere out there is Yoongi, with a gummy smile and eyes full of pure adoration, and that thought just makes Jimin smile brighter. He bows politely before leaving the stage, adrenaline racing through him and only wanting to do one thing.

He weaves through the green room towards the side door that leads to a long hallway. As soon as Jimin steps out into the hall, he sees who he is looking for and breaks into a run.

“Yoongi!”

He crashes into the elder, throwing his arms around him and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. Yoongi hugs him around his waist, pulling him closer so there is no space between them.

“Fuck Jimin that was amazing. You’re amazing and beautiful and talented and if you don’t win, they are blind,” Yoongi rambles when they break the kiss.

“Y-Yeah?” Jimin asks, starting to cry as all the emotions hit him at once.

“Absolutely. You should be so proud of yourself baby.”

Jimin grins wide and hugs Yoongi close, nuzzling into his shoulder as he fully starts to cry. Yoongi holds him close, comforting him through it.

“Happy tears, yeah?” Yoongi asks softly.

“Yeah. So happy,” Jimin replies breathily. He pulls back to look the elder in the eyes. “It went so well, and I love you so much. You’re wonderful and I can’t believe you’re mine and I couldn’t do this without you.”

“I love you too,” Yoongi says softly, cradling the younger’s face with both hands to wipe away his tears with his thumbs. “And you absolutely could have done this without me. But I’m glad I get to be here and be yours.”

“I did what you said,” Jimin says, watery eyes full of love as he looks at the elder.

“And what was that?”

“Remembered you love me. It was the only thing I thought about on stage. And that has to be the best I’ve ever performed and it’s because of you.”

“Baby,” Yoongi starts, although unsure of what to say.

“So I really could not have done it without you hyung,” Jimin finishes. He connects their lips again in a firm, lovingly kiss and the world falls away around them.

“Jimin-ssi!”

They pull apart and turn towards the voice to see Haeun approaching them, smiling brightly.

“I see you figured out your situation,” she says, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile as her eyes switch between the pair.

“Yeah, I did,” Jimin says, smiling like the hopelessly in love man he is.

“Good. Although I hate to pull you apart, the awards ceremony is soon so they need you backstage.”

“Oh right okay. Thanks Haeun-ssi.”

She smiles at both of them before walking back to where she came from.

“Will you wait backstage for me?” Jimin asks softly.

“Of course love,” Yoongi says with a smile. They walk hand in hand back to the green room. As all of the competitors are summoned to the stage, Yoongi finds a spot in the wings to watch. They go through a series of awards before ending with the final, biggest award of the night.

“Please join me in congratulating our contemporary grand prize winner: Jimin Park,” the emcee announces to an uproar of applause.

Yoongi watches as Jimin’s eyes widen and jaw drops in realization. The younger immediately looks off stage towards the elder, looking completely astonished and dumbfounded.

“Go,” Yoongi mouths to him, encouraging him to accept his award and applause.

“I love you,” Jimin mouths back before walking to the front of the stage.

The competition comes to an end and Jimin is swarmed by other dancers congratulating him, followed by various recruiters speaking to him as well. Yoongi watches fondly from afar, patiently waiting for his lover to return to his side.

“He’s very fond of you.”

Yoongi startles slightly, turning to see Haeun standing next to him then.

“How do you know that?”

“I can sense it. And we talked at the welcome breakfast about you a bit.”

“Oh. He didn’t tell me that.”

“He seemed very apprehensive about what to do. But ultimately it seems like you two figured it out,” Haeun says with a soft smile.

“Yeah. We have,” Yoongi replies wistfully, looking back towards the younger.

“You know that with all of these recruiters swarming him, a lot is going to change for him,” Haeun says. “He’ll be getting offers from companies all over.”

“I…hadn’t thought about that,” Yoongi admits, heart sinking a bit.

“I only mention it so it’s not a surprise later, not to ruin your relationship,” Haeun assures. “If you want to stay together, you’ll have to talk about it. And based on my conversation with Jimin, he seems timid when it comes to tough topics.”

Yoongi worries his bottom lip in thought, not having considered any of this. He’s just gotten Jimin how he has wanted for years, and now the future looks bleak.

“You love him, right?”

Yoongi snaps his head to look at Haeun who is looking back with patient, sincere eyes.

“More than anything or anyone else in this world,” Yoongi answers seriously. Haeun eyes him carefully with a soft smile.

“Then you will be fine.”

She turns then, walking off while Yoongi watches her go and deep in thought about the whole conversation.

“Hyung?” Yoongi turns back around to see Jimin looking at him curiously.  

“Hi baby. Are you done?” Yoongi asks, choosing to keep his conversation with Haeun to himself for now.

“Yeah. I just need to grab my stuff and then we can go,” Jimin says with a smile. The younger heads off then to do just as he said and Yoongi watches him walk off until he can’t see him through the crowd. It’s not long till Jimin reappears, smiling brightly as he approaches the elder.

I’ll go wherever he goes.

The finality of the thought calms Yoongi of his previous worries. It will be hard for both of them and there are so many unknowns, but he knows he loves Jimin with the entirety of his being. And he will be damned if he will give that up easily.

“Ready hyung?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replies, taking Jimin’s hand in his as they leave the theater and the days excitement behind.

--

“Are you ready to go home?”

“To be home, yes. To fly overnight to get there, absolutely not,” Yoongi answers, making Jimin giggle. They’ve made it through security and are walking through the terminal to their gate with Jimin holding onto Yoongi’s arm to keep close.

“Do I need to give you another blowjob so you can relax and pass out through it?” Jimin asks shamelessly, smirking at the elder who looks mildly flustered.

“To be fair, you were the one who couldn’t sleep and decided sucking my dick would help,” Yoongi defends, smirking back at the younger.

“I slept great after that. But that’s thanks to the hand job you gave me.”

“Why are we talking about this in public?” Yoongi laughs.

“No one can understand us it’s fine.”

“The more we talk about it the hornier I’ll get,” Yoongi warns, as if that will deter Jimin. Instead the younger has a mischievous glint in his eye and Yoongi realizes he should have kept his mouth shut.

“You could always just fuck me. Fully earn our mile-high club status.”

“Jimin!”

“What? You don’t want to fuck me in the air?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have sucked your dick under a blanket on a full plane either, but we did that too,” Jimin argues. “We don’t have to. We’re not even on the plane yet anyway.”

The rest of their time in the terminal and throughout boarding and takeoff is innocent. But Yoongi couldn’t shake the thought of what they could do five-thousand feet in the air.

This flight was significantly less full than their first so most of the seats around them were empty. The flight attendants switched the plane to night mode to let passengers rest, walking the aisles one last time before sitting in their crew area. Yoongi wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t. And Jimin could tell.

“Hyung,” Jimin whispers, the mischievous flicker back in his eyes. “You okay?”

“You’re a menace.”

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You gave me ideas.”

Jimin tries to stifle his laughter to not bring too much attention to them. “Want to tell me what these ideas are?”

Yoongi glares at the younger for egging him on. But this is also his opportunity to taunt the younger.

“I could watch you walk that pretty ass of yours to the bathroom, let you open yourself up for me before I join you and give you this cock you love so much,” Yoongi whispers directly into Jimin’s ear. The younger bites down on his bottom lip hard as if to contain an audible reaction to his words. “Or you could ride me right here. Have to keep silent otherwise everyone will see how good I make you feel.”

“Hyung,” Jimin whispers in a warning.

“Or I just pound you into the seat like no one else is around.”

“Fuck,” Jimin breathes out shakily.

“So which is it baby?”

Their eyes meet and even in the darkness they can see the carnal need in their eyes. Jimin closes the distance in a heated kiss, pulling away quickly to answer.

“Bathroom,” Jimin whispers. He snatches his backpack, digging into the front pocket to grab something before abruptly standing up and moving past Yoongi into the aisle. Yoongi watches in a stunned silence as Jimin walks up the aisle, intentionally swinging his hips as he walks which sets Yoongi’s arousal ablaze.

Okay shit this is happening.

Yoongi waits, counting down from thirty to space out their movements to not be suspicious, even though the entirety of the flight is asleep. By the time he reaches ten, he feels like he might explode with how hard he is at just the idea of fucking Jimin that he ends his waiting, trying to move casually as he approaches the bathroom. He looks around briefly to see no one gives a shit about him and the flight attendants aren’t around before pulling the door open.

“Fuck finally,” Jimin exhales, yanking the elder inside the tiny space and into a bruising kiss. They are both so needy that the kiss quickly gets sloppy with tongues sliding and teeth crashing.

“Did you open yourself baby?” Yoongi asks as he starts kissing down Jimin’s neck.

“Yeah, have been for hours,” Jimin admits, making Yoongi cease his kissing to look him in the eye with a firm grip on his waist.

“You what?”

“Bend me over and you’ll see.”

Yoongi growls at that and flips Jimin around. The younger braces himself on the wall as Yoongi pulls down his joggers and takes in a sharp breath seeing the familiar sapphire jewel.

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

“I was hopeful. Now please hyung fuck me,” Jimin requests breathlessly. He grabs the condom and a packet of lube he brought and hands it to Yoongi who is quick to shed his own pants and prep.

“You’ll have to be quiet baby,” Yoongi says, pressing the tip of his cock into the now plug-free hole of Jimin. “Will you be good and stay quiet for me?”

“Fuck yes just please,” Jimin pants, pushing his ass back to take more of Yoongi in. With a guttural groan, Yoongi slides himself in and bottoms out, breathing heavy as they both adjust.

“Fuck I’m not going to last long,” Yoongi pants, having already been very aroused and now that he is in, it’s taking all of his self-restraint to not cum on the spot.

“Me neither hyung. Move,” Jimin instructs. Yoongi does so, thrusting in steadily and pulling whimpers and gasps from the younger with each one.

“God baby you’re so tight,” Yoongi groans, his mind blurring in lust as he snaps his hips harder.

“More hyung need more,” Jimin whines. With a grunt Yoongi goes faster, holding Jimin’s hips tight and pulling the younger back into his thrusts.

The plane suddenly jerks, jostling the two of them making Yoongi fall forward somewhat and crowding over Jimin while deep inside him still. There is a bit more turbulence and Jimin becomes a moaning mess as Yoongi’s cock vibrates against his prostate from the shaking.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi grunts, covering Jimin’s mouth to muffle his moans. Once the plan stabilizes again, Yoongi starts thrusting again, already going fast and hard to chase his release that is already about to combust.

“A-ah hyung fuck there don’t stop,” Jimin rambles into Yoongi’s hand. He tosses his head back and his back arches more, pushing his ass out further into the elder who groans from it.

“Fuck baby I’m close,” Yoongi grunts, his thrusts getting erratic. He uses his other hand to wrap around Jimin, grabbing his length and stroking along with his thrusts to get Jimin over the edge. The plane shakes again and Jimin cries out, holding onto the arm that is still muffling his mouth as he starts to cum all over Yoongi’s hand. Yoongi is buried deep as he cums himself, biting back a groan as he climaxes in order to keep some state of quiet.

They’re both breathing hard after, Yoongi dropping his hand so Jimin can breathe and also so he can hold himself up. He pulls out, taking off the condom to discard it before washing his hands and resituating himself into looking like nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

“Fuck hyung,” Jimin exhales, pulling his own pants back one before pulling the elder into a kiss.

“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales himself. “You leave first baby.”

With a nod and a quick kiss, Jimin slips out of the bathroom and Yoongi waits, taking the opportunity to collect himself fully before leaving himself. Once he does leave, the entire plane is dead silent with no sign of anyone knowing what they had done, much to his relief.

When he gets back to his seat, Jimin seems to already be sleeping. He sits down with a soft thud and a sigh, his own exhaustion starting to take over. He feels shuffling next to him and then Jimin is curled into his side, nuzzling into him sweetly.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers, his eyes closed and voice sleepy.

“I love you too baby,” Yoongi whispers back, kissing the top of his head with earns him a happy hum from the younger. Sleep takes them quickly after that and they sleep the entire rest of the flight.

--

“Hey Min.”

“Yeah hyung?”

It’s been a couple of days since they got back and the couple have just returned from a night out with friends, celebrating Jimin’s success and formally announcing their relationship with them all. The vast consensus of reactions can be summarized as “Finally!” and overall everyone was happy for them, and they were happy together.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Yoongi says, a bit nervously.

“Okay?” Jimin responds tentatively, sensing Yoongi’s awkwardness.

“I love you. A lot. And I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Oh god where is this going?”

“I just want to talk about our future. Ominous sounding I know but,” Yoongi starts. “You’re at a huge turning point in your career after New York and all of those companies wanting you to join them. And we should talk about that.”

“Right yeah,” Jimin replies, moving to their living room and sitting on the couch. Yoongi joins him and there is an awkward silence between them.

“I don’t want you to sacrifice anything for me Min,” Yoongi says. “I want you to strive for your dreams and I’ll support you fully.”

“But hyung what about what you want?” Jimin asks.

“I want, more than anything else, to be with you.”

“But your music…”

“I’m not saying I’m going to throw everything out the window,” Yoongi clarifies. “But I am not at a turning point like you are.”

“Hyung,” Jimin starts, moving to sit closer to Yoongi. “I love you so much. And I love how much you care about and support me in all aspects of my life. But I’m not going to just let you sacrifice entire aspects of your life just for me.”

“I’m not it’s just…” Yoongi trails off. “Where you go, I’ll go. I love you more than anything else. I can’t just let you go.”

“You can’t let your life go just for me. I won’t let you,” Jimin says.

“What are you saying Jimin?” Yoongi asks shakily, not prepared for the turn he feels like this conversation is taking.

“What I’m saying is that neither of us should blindly make sacrifices for the other without talking to each other about it. Don’t you think if we really want this to work, we have to make these kind of decisions together?”

“I guess.”

“Are you afraid that if you don’t blindly go where I go, I’ll give up on you? Or I’ll stop loving you?”

Yoongi takes in a harsh breath. He hadn’t dived into it in detail, but he can’t deny those are concerns.

“Hyung we have spent ten years with each other and that was solely as best friends. And we both managed to pursue our own interests and lives while still being together. I think we can continue that as long as we work together, yeah?”

“I hope so.”

“So can we agree that we make big decisions together?” Jimin asks, tilting his head to look into Yoongi’s eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can,” Yoongi confirms with a soft smile. Jimin smiles back before leaning in to kiss the elder softly.

“Also if you think I’m going to let you go that easily, you don’t know how much I adore you. I plan on keeping you with me forever,” Jimin says matter-of-factly.

“Forever huh?” Yoongi says, a smiling growing on his face.

“Yes, forever. As long as you’ll want me for that long,” Jimin replies, his own smile growing.

Yoongi pauses, eyeing the beautiful boy he has loved for years that he now can happily call his. He’s so lucky, blessed even, and there is no doubt in his mind what he wants.

“Forever sounds good.”

Chapter Text

Two years later

“How was your first day hyung?”

“Good. Nerve-wracking but ultimately went well.”

“Good! I knew it would work out.”

“No you didn’t,” Yoongi chuckles lightly.

“I had a feeling. And a hope,” Jimin clarifies.

“Cute,” Yoongi says with a smile before kissing his boyfriend’s cheek while they continue to walk hand in hand.

The past three years have been challenging for both of them in many ways. Jimin decided to accept an offer from the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater not long after the competition, which meant he needed to move to New York. Yoongi, still being in school, had to stay in Seoul to finish his degree in music production, so they agreed to try long distance until they could reunite.

They faced many hurdles, some almost driving them apart for good. But they fought through it and after fighting for a couple of years, they closed the distance when Yoongi accepted a production job in New York and moved in with Jimin again.

“I’m just really happy you’re here,” Jimin admits a little bashfully. “I don’t know if I could have kept being long distance.”

“Would you have ended things?” Yoongi asks nervously. While he holds Jimin’s hand with one of his, the other is in his jacket pocket gripping the ring box he’s stored there.

“I think I would have found a way to move back to Seoul. Would have ended things in New York, but not with you. Never with you,” Jimin answers, his sincerity shining in his eyes as he looks at the relieved elder. “We’ve been through so much and I’m still completely enamored with you, so it’s safe to say you’re stuck with me.”

“Damn,” Yoongi says jokingly, getting a playful shove from the younger who he soon smothers in affection. “You know I adore you and will never let you go.”

“I do,” Jimin affirms with a big smile. They continue their walk in comfortable silence, having decided to spend the evening together in Central Park as a relaxing end of the day together. Their path seems to be aimless, but Yoongi is going to somewhere specific.

“Baby do you remember the first time we came here?” Yoongi asks as he sees their destination in front of them.

“How could I forget?” Jimin giggles, the memory of their love confession flooding back to him.

“So you remember this bridge?” Yoongi asks as they start to walk over it. Jimin looks around, brows furrowed in thought as he tries to recall. As they reach the top arch of it, Yoongi stops as Jimin walks forward more. Yoongi tugs the younger’s hand to pull him back and Jimin looks at him confused. The same confused look he had when Yoongi suddenly stopped on this bridge two years ago.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi pulls Jimin towards him and into a close embrace, cradling Jimin’s face with his free hand and connecting their lips in an intimate kiss. Jimin is clearly taken aback but melts into the kiss despite his confusion.

“I love you Jimin,” Yoongi says when he pulls out of the kiss, just enough to speak and look Jimin in the eyes. “I love you so much and more every single day. We have been through so much that has nearly driven us apart, but our love proved stronger. I want you in my life for as long as I live so…”

Yoongi trails off as he steps back, letting Jimin’s hand go as he kneels in front of the younger, taking the ring box out of his pocket and holding it open as Jimin watches him with wide, wet eyes as tears start to shed with the realization of what Yoongi is doing.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes oh my god of course I will hyung!”

Jimin drops to his knees and throws his arms around the elder, kissing him passionately with all of the love he can muster. Yoongi kisses him with just as much love and the whole world around them fades from their senses, fully absorbed into their own bubble of their love.

“I love you so much,” Jimin exhales when they break the kiss to breathe, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “You’re amazing and I can’t wait to be your husband.”

Yoongi smiles his gummy smile while Jimin smiles his crescent-eye smile, and they equally close the distance into a romantic kiss that is a further expression of just how much they love each other. They pull away so Yoongi can slide the ring onto Jimin’s finger, kissing one more time before collecting themselves off the ground and into a tight embrace.

“So if I remember correctly, after our confession we then ran out of here to love each other more,” Jimin says once his tears have subsided.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replies with a smirk, understanding where Jimin is going with this.

“Can we do that this time too?”

Yoongi laughs which Jimin joins in on and they steal kisses between their giggles, still in their own euphoric world.

“Of course we can baby,” Yoongi answers finally. Jimin grins brightly before stealing one more kiss and then dragging the elder behind him so they can go home and celebrate properly.