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Yoongi lets out a deep sigh as he scrolls on his socials to see yet another picture of Namjoon out with his boyfriend. He flops back on the couch, letting his head hang over the armrest and dropping his arm down over the side, phone still in hand.

Jimin glances at him from across the room, raising a brow.

“What is it now?” he asks exasperatedly.

Yoongi pouts up at the ceiling.

“When will it be me,” he whines.

He’s sure Jimin has an idea of what he’s talking about given he’s whined about it before, but when he just frowns, Yoongi carelessly holds out his phone with the picture still showing. Jimin lets out a little “ah”.

“If you really want a boyfriend you just have to put yourself out there. Ask. Talk to people. Get on a dating app.”

Yoongi whines and covers his face with his other arm.

“You’re no help.”

Jimin rolls his eyes.

“And you’re an annoying brat.”

“I try.”

Yoongi brings his phone up in front of him again to continue scrolling, only to groan when he sees more content of couples being obnoxiously cute. 

He wants that.

It’s not like he doesn’t have friends or talk to people, but that’s just it - they’re always just friends. Anyone he would want to give it a try with is already dating someone - like Namjoon - or doesn’t seem interested - like Jimin. Yoongi is pretty sure Jimin is into Taehyung anyway, if they aren’t already dating, but definitely not him. And dating apps… there is no way he’s going on those.

Why can't a handsome fairy tale prince just fall out of the sky and sweep him off his feet? That would be nice.

“You know, actually…” Jimin speaks up again and Yoongi perks up, looking over at him. A tiny voice inside somewhere chimes in to suggest that maybe Jimin is going to ask him out himself. Jimin looks like a fairy tale prince.

Yoongi chides himself internally for being so ridiculous.

And of course, that’s not at all what Jimin says.

He says: “One of my friends was saying recently they wished they knew someone their age. He’s born in ‘93. Maybe… you guys could meet?”

Yoongi blinks. “Like a blind date?”

“Sure.”

“Which friend is this?”

“Taemin, you know, the dancer.”

Yoongi nods. So, not Jimin then, of course not, but… this could be good. He’s heard a bit about Taemin, about how Jimin looks up to him and how good of a dancer he is. If he’s friends with Jimin and Jimin thinks they should meet, Yoongi is sure he’s a good person. Maybe Taemin could be his prince.

He smiles to himself a little shyly.

This could be good.

*

Yoongi prepares for the date with the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. He’s not really nervous , per se, but… he does hope it will go well. He chooses a casual outfit, a short-sleeved overshirt atop a plain white tee, his usual baggy pants and some comfy shoes, but he dabs on a little makeup just to make his skin glow a little more, and though he doesn’t do much with his hair, he still spends too much time trying to make sure the strands fall perfectly and frame his face just right. He looks cute, he thinks. Simple, as always, but that’s how he is, that’s how he wants to be.

Jimin accompanies him there, offering to mediate the first meeting. Yoongi is fine with that. It would help to have someone he knows - they both know - with him. At least, provided that Yoongi doesn’t just get distracted by him instead.

Which he won’t. It’s not like he’s in love with Jimin or anything. He knows where they stand. But if Jimin ever wanted him, he’d eagerly say yes. And if he’s ever imagined something happening before, well, what’s a few harmless unspoken fantasies between friends?

But that’s beside the point.

They arrive at the restaurant and Yoongi finds himself wiping his hands on his pants before they head in, not realising how clammy his palms had gotten. They’re early, though, so they find a table first and inform Taemin to meet them inside.

Jimin eyes him as Yoongi fidgets in his seat, so Yoongi does his best to relax while they wait. Like he said, he’s not really nervous, it’s just a bit of anticipation and hope.

And okay, maybe a bit of nerves.

He hasn’t really dated anyone in a long time.

Soon enough, Taemin arrives, and immediately, Yoongi is struck by how similar he is to Jimin. Similar styles, similar vibes - even similar looks, to some extent. Even their heights are the same. He smiles prettily and matches Yoongi’s bow, taking his hand in greeting. At that, Yoongi notices that his hands are rather small too, also like Jimin’s.

“Yoongi-ssi, it’s so nice to meet you!”

Yoongi ducks his head with a smile. “You too.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Jimin, it’s almost like I know you already.”

“Wait, really?”

Yoong can’t help but blush, surprised that Jimin would have mentioned him that much.

“Yeah! It’s a shame we never met earlier, really. I’ve always wanted a same-age friend.”

“Oh, yeah,” Yoongi agrees. “I also don’t know many 93 liners, for some reason. It’s nice to have you, now. Jimin’s talked about you a lot, too.”

“Ah, that’s embarrassing,” Taemin smiles, cupping his cheek in his hand as he rests his elbow on the table.

“Why are you embarrassed? He only has praises for you.”

Jimin scoffs out a laugh while Taemin just stares, still smiling in embarrassment.

“I-I’m not being accusatory or anything! I was just confused,” he rubs his nape with the back of his hand. “You’re his sunbae and an inspiration to him so it’s only natural he talks about you…”

Taemin nods. “I guess you’re right.”

“Shall we order first?” Jimin cuts in.

They do, though Jimin just gets a drink, planning on leaving the two to eat alone after. They continue talking until the drinks arrive, and conversation flows looser and easier once they do. When Yoongi glances at Jimin after laughing at something Taemin said, though, he’s surprised to see his expression hard, almost like he’s angry. Yoongi blinks in confusion, but writes it off as nothing.

But then as he continues to get to know Taemin, Jimin’s expression seems to remain the same whenever Yoongi looks up at him, even though he keeps trying to force a smile, force laughter. Yoongi can clearly tell it’s fake.

And when Jimin flat out just says, “You know, I don’t think you guys could be close,” Yoongi is only even more taken aback.

Why does Jimin sound… jealous?

“What do you mean? It seems we have a lot in common,” Yoongi quickly defends.

He genuinely really likes Taemin so far. He’s nice and they have similar outlooks on certain things. They’re both interested in creating art that will shock people, that is a little different.

Yoongi could see himself getting closer with him.

“Didn’t you want us to get close?” Taemin asks, cocking his head at Jimin.

“That’s not it, I’m just realising I don’t think you guys would work, you know? You both have too strong personalities, it won’t work. I can be friends with you both since I complement that but you guys won’t.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Taemin says. He smiles at Yoongi, and it makes him feel warm.

Even if Jimin is confusing him massively.

He wonders if Taemin and Jimin have a history… could he still have feelings for him that he didn’t realise? Is that why he seems jealous? Is it actually Taemin, not Taehyung, that Jimin is interested in? Honestly, the way the two of them interact, Yoongi wouldn’t be surprised if they did have something going on before, and definitely wouldn’t be surprised if there’s still something there.

That makes his chest tighten, a little.

“I think we’ll be close,” Yoongi says indignantly, “After meeting a few more times…”

Taemin giggles, and Yoongi feels a blush creeping up his skin again. 

Jimin shakes his head.

Yoongi doesn’t know why or how he gets so bold, but then he adds, “Maybe next time I could go to your place.”

He means it to Taemin, obviously, but for some reason, his eyes land on Jimin when he looks up. Fuck. He reddens, embarrassed and confused at his own self as he quickly tries - and mostly fails - to make eye contact with Taemin now. 

Why is he even looking at Jimin? For approval or something? To get a reaction out of him? There’s still that part of Yoongi that’s into him after all… he always seems to want to push Jimin’s buttons, get under his skin, have all his attention. He loves being around him, loves when Jimin puts him in his place -- wants more than that.

Maybe it’s more than he even admits to himself. Stronger than just a passing attraction.

God, he doesn’t know why Jimin takes so much space inside his mind all the time. Even more than Jungkook does, or even Namjoon. Even now, on a date… it’s getting out of hand.

Maybe having him here was a bad idea after all.

There’s a brief moment of silence.

“I would like that, Yoongi-ssi.”

“Yeah?”

“Alright, I guess I’ll take my leave, then,” Jimin states, pushing back his chair.

Yoongi watches Jimin get up and leave, the two of them bidding him farewell. Yoongi’s heart beats loudly in his chest. Jimin is still stiff as he walks away, shaking his head to himself.

How strange.

“Jimin is really something, isn’t he,” Taemin laughs. 

Yoongi hums.

“You guys seem close.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly, but he nods. “Yeah, he’s my best friend, I guess. He’s always been there for me… even though he’s annoying, too.”

Yoongi can’t help but smile even as he rolls his eyes fondly, and Taemin does too.

“Yeah, he’s sweet. He says I inspire him, but honestly he inspires me too.”

“Mm, he’s pretty incredible, isn’t he?”

Taemin laughs, nodding.

“Anyway, enough about Jimin, I want to know more about you, Yoongi-ssi.”

“Oh. Right.”

Yoongi blushes, letting out an embarrassed chuckle.

But then, once he finally gets his mind off Jimin, it really is nice. Even if Jimin does come up in conversation one or two times too many. Taemin is easy to talk to and it seems like he’s interested in him, too. The dinner goes well, and once they leave the restaurant, neither of them seem to want to part ways yet, so they amble around for a bit, continuing to talk and get to know each other. Eventually, Taemin offers to walk Yoongi home, so Yoongi accepts.

They come to a stop outside his building, and Yoongi turns to look at him with a hand on his nape.

“So… thank you for this, Taemin-ssi,” Yoongi says rather awkwardly.

Taemin laughs.

“No problem, Yoongi-ssi. I had a good time with you.”

Yoongi grins, but ducks his head shyly.

“Me too. So… you’d still want to meet up again?”

Taemin smiles, but instead of answering, he gently touches Yoongi’s chin and swiftly leans in. Yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise, but upon the feeling of soft lips against his own, Yoongi soon relaxes into it.

Taemin pulls away, but he doesn’t remove his hand from under Yoongi’s chin. And then, in a low voice, he says:

“You know, we don’t have to wait ‘til next time for you to come to mine… I’m already here, now.”

“Oh,” Yoongi blinks, but then bites his lip and drops his gaze. “I’d rather wait, if that’s okay.”

Taemin pulls back further, giving Yoongi’s cheek one last stroke before dropping his hand down to Yoongi’s wrist instead. He squeezes it, then trails his fingers onto his hand. It makes Yoongi shiver, goosebumps rising on his bare arms.

He does love having his hands held.

“That’s perfectly fine! Until next time, then.”

Yoongi nods. And with that, he’s bidding him goodbye and heading into his apartment, heart still racing.

Weirdly, Jimin isn’t home when he gets inside, but Yoongi doesn’t think much of it. Jimin is rather sociable, after all, he probably just went out with some friends or something. Besides, Yoongi is happy about how the date went, so even if he does think about Jimin too often, right now he is actually not his main concern.

It really has been so long since he’s been with anyone. Just that kiss has him giddy like he’s in high school again. And Taemin… he’s a really interesting person, and hot, too. They’re also quite similar, it somehow feels like Yoongi’s already known him a long time. It was just easy with him.

He’s excited for more.

*

When Jimin does come home, it’s late at night. Yoongi only stirs slightly from his sleep at the noise before succumbing back into dreamland.

They talk in the morning. Jimin is clearly hungover.

He says, “How did the date go?”

And Yoongi can’t help the soft smile that immediately spreads across his face.

“It was actually really good! I had a great time. Taemin is really nice.”

Jimin grips his coffee mug even tighter, frowning into the steam. Yoongi chalks it up to the hangover. He just hums in response, but Yoongi pays it no mind.

If it’s anything, it might just be that he’s jealous like Yoongi had thought yesterday, but he’s probably overthinking that anyway. Maybe he’ll ask him later, but he just lets it be for now.

*

Yoongi meets with Taemin for drinks next time. It’s good. They end up making out after and that’s- really good. He’s a good kisser.

Yoongi almost lets him just take him to bed already, but he doesn’t want to rush things. He’s not one to have sex right away. Even if right now he kind of- really wants it.

It really has been too long, he’s losing his mind. He didn’t think he’d be this, what, desperate ? the literal first time he actually tries to date someone again. But it’s also just- Taemin. He’s… something.

Yoongi just knows he’d be really good at it.

And he genuinely enjoys himself when he’s with him, so far.

They go out a couple more times, and Yoongi is really happy.

The only problem is that Jimin has started acting weird with him. Yoongi’s definitely sure of it, it’s not just in his head. He’s curt with him, snappy, harsh when he responds to Yoongi’s teasing. And when Yoongi tries to be cute, clinging to him to try and get him to forgive him for whatever he might have done or to get him to open up or just to stop acting like this with him, to give him a bit of attention… Jimin pushes him away, snaps at him, and it’s not in the fond, friendly way it usually would be. No, he seems genuinely annoyed, almost angry.

Yoongi gives up then, but he knows he can’t just leave it be anymore. It’s been too long for it to just be a few bad days or something.

Maybe it’s because of Taemin… Yoongi doesn’t know if there’s something else going on with Jimin right now. He needs to sort this out, because no matter if he’s happy with Taemin, he can’t be happy if his best friend is angry with him for some reason.

He doesn’t really know how to go about asking him, though, so it’s maybe not the best approach when he finally just asks, “Are you mad at me?”

“Huh?” Jimin frowns. “Why would you say that?”

Yoongi picks at his cuticles subconsciously.

“I… well, you’ve been acting… is it because of Taemin?”

The frown deepens.

“Taemin?”

“I know you said you didn’t think we’d be close but I- I do like him, but if it upsets you or if you have feelings for him then I don’t have to see him… you’re more important to me…” he mumbles the last part, almost inaudibly.

Jimin stares for a moment.

“Have feelings for him?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he waves his hands in defence. “I’m not trying to assume! I just thought you might… it seemed like you two might have had something…” he trails off uncertainly, biting his lip.

“I don’t have feelings for him, Yoongi. And I’m not mad at you.”

Yoongi swallows at the sharp tone Jimin uses. There’s something in his eyes, something intense and dark. He stands there transfixed by Jimin’s gaze - though he can’t maintain the eye contact long and instead focuses on Jimin’s jaw, then his neck, his hands, his mouth…

Jimin steps closer.

“Y-you’re not?”

Yoongi’s back hits the wall before he even realises Jimin is backing him up against it. A soft gasp escapes his lips.

“No.”

Jimin is so close Yoongi feels like he can’t breathe. When did he even get so close? Why is he… looking at him like that? Yoongi blinks rapidly, lashes fluttering.

“Not at you.” 

Jimin’s gaze drops, then drags back up. Yoongi forces himself not to think he might have been looking at his lips.

Jimin’s never shown signs of being interested in him like that, even whenever Yoongi used to joke about it. He knows this. And now things are going well with Taemin and he’ll probably make things official soon - so why is his heart racing for Jimin? Why does he still have this- hope, of sorts?

“Do you really like Taemin?”

“I-I…”

Yoongi nods for fear of his voice betraying him. Jimin lets out a breath. Then he turns away abruptly, the nonexistent space between them suddenly becoming a mile wide. Yoongi bites his lip.

It doesn’t seem like Jimin is not mad at him…

Maybe there’s something else bothering him, though. But then why would he ask about Taemin like that?

“Jiminie…” Yoongi starts, lips forming a pout. “How about we go out for drinks later? Just me and you… we haven’t really hung out in a while.”

Yoongi worries that Jimin might say no, but then he gives him a tight smile and says, “Yeah, that sounds good,” so Yoongi allows himself to release a breath.

Maybe over drinks Jimin will open up to him a bit more about what is wrong.

*

Jimin does not want to talk, as it turns out. They just drink, and chatter a little about mindless things. Which Yoongi supposes he doesn't really mind, but he's still a little concerned. Jimin tips back shot after shot like it’s water. Everything he says still feels forced and curt, even though it's just meaningless small talk.

It's only when Jimin's had one too many that his tongue starts to become loose, words slurred. He gets more relaxed, not so tight and terse as he was before. He leans in closer to Yoongi’s space, resting his elbow on his knee and staring so intently at him, even as he wobbles due to tipsiness - just barely. Yoongi pointedly looks at the bar instead, flushed hot under the attention.

“I’m really not mad at you, you know,” he says. He moves his hand to Yoongi’s thigh and Yoongi’s breath hitches, Jimin absently swirling patterns on it with his finger, gaze still trained on his face. “You know I could never be mad at you. You- you mean the world to me.”

“Jimin…”

“Yoongi. Yoon-gi.”

Jimin chuckles. Now he’s almost leaning on Yoongi entirely, his hand gripping his thigh so firmly. He cocks his head, still staring, and then mumbles, “God, I want you so bad.”

Yoongi blinks. He’s sure he misheard.

“I miss you. I don't- don't want to lose you.”

Oh.

Jimin gently strokes under Yoongi's jaw, then fiddles with his ear. He giggles softly. He's so focused on Yoongi, though, that the older doesn't know what to do. He sits there stock still, painfully flushed because just what is Jimin doing? 

Well, Jimin's always been affectionate, hasn't he? He's always enjoyed skinship. Yoongi tries to take a deep breath and let it out. This is just Jimin, and since they haven't spent as much time as usual together lately, it's just coming out tonight and it feels like a lot.

“I wish I didn't introduce you to Taemin,” Jimin grits out quietly, finally pulling back and tipping back another shot.

Yoongi looks over in slight surprise. Then he softens his expression into an understanding smile.

“You won't lose me, Jimin. You could never.”

“Good. You're mine. Mine, Yoongi-yah… My Yoongi.”

Yoongi swallows. Jimin's closeness and touch and confusing words are sending his mind into haywire, as much as he tries to rationalise everything.

“You're pretty. Do you know how pr- pretty you are?”

Yoongi can't handle this.

It’s probably time they head home, anyway, before Jimin really gets too drunk. Before Jimin can… confuse him any further. 

Before he can voice that though, Jimin is speaking up again.

“Dance with me. Let’s go.”

“Hm?”

“It’s boring here, let’s go to a club. I wanna dance with you.”

Yoongi pouts, scrunching his nose as Jimin tries to pull Yoongi up from his seat. But as Jimin gets on his own feet, he sways. He blinks out of it quickly, returning to his task of getting Yoongi up - succeeding with a small yelp from the older. 

“Jimin- no. I don’t-”

“Come on, I wanna spend time with you,” Jimin pleads, leaning close into his space.

“I- I think we should go home.”

“Home?” Jimin tilts his head. “I guess that works too.”

Yoongi’s mouth parts, surprised that Jimin agreed so easily, but then he nods firmly. “Good.”

He wraps an arm around Jimin just to make sure he’s okay, since he’s more drunk than himself after all, and they head out of the bar. Jimin is quiet again for the ride home, but Yoongi can feel his stare burning into him. When he glances out of the corner of his eye, Jimin is biting his lip subconsciously. And when Jimin breaks his silence- Yoongi splutters at what he says.

“Have you and Taemin done it yet?”

“W-what?”

“You and Taemin. Have you had sex?”

Yoongi flushes, refusing to answer. They’re almost home anyway, so as soon as the cab pulls up Yoongi rushes out of there. Jimin follows close on his heels, now stable as he walks. He always could hold his liquor well, after all.

Yoongi fumbles with the key at their door, but eventually manages to get it open.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jimin states as he follows him inside.

And then Yoongi finds himself caged against a wall all of a sudden. It feels awfully familiar. He gasps, pressed back against it, blinking up at Jimin. He whimpers softly, but then shakes his head to answer the question.

Jimin cocks a brow.

“Oh?”

He presses his hand on the wall right by Yoongi’s head, leaning in so, so close. Yoongi shrinks down, making himself smaller so Jimin has to look down at him.

“Good.”

Yoongi's heart beats loudly.

“Because you're mine.”

It takes a few moments for his brain to catch up to what happens next. Jimin is kissing him, hard and desperate and- Yoongi can't think. Jimin's hands are all over him, his body crushing into him as desperately as his mouth. Hot. Quick. Almost rough.

“I hated seeing you with him.”

“Jimin-”

Whatever Yoongi was going to say gets swallowed down by Jimin's mouth again. He lets out a little whimper, half a mind to protest, but ultimately just succumbs to Jimin's grip. 

*

He wakes still encased in Jimin's arms, immediately growing hot as memories of last night resurface.

He looks at Jimin, still asleep next to him, and his stomach flutters. Jimin had never… Yoongi never expected this to happen for real, ever. Or was Jimin just drunk?

He bites his lip. And then there's the matter of Taemin…

He did really like him, but Yoongi can't deny that much of what he likes about Taemin is also what he likes about Jimin. Can't deny that he's liked Jimin much longer. Longed for this in passing almost as long as he's known Jimin. If Jimin really feels the same way…

“Jimin?” he whispers, pushing at his arm gently.

When there's no response, he tries again, and then Jimin groans. Slowly, he starts to wake up, rolling over and putting a hand to his head. 

“Ugh,” he groans again.

Right, he probably has a killer hangover. Instinctively, Yoongi gets up to get him water and painkillers. Once out of the covers, though, he realises his nakedness, flushing. He grabs a discarded shirt quickly and throws it on as he goes. 

“I told you not to drink so much,” he tuts as he brings them back to Jimin, who is now sitting himself up in bed.

Jimin runs a hand down his face, accepting the glass with his other.

“God. What happened?”

Yoongi stills. “You don't remember?”

“Well, I remember going out for drinks. And then… I took someone home, I guess…”

His eyes finally seem to take in Yoongi properly, then, stiffening as much as Yoongi. His gaze flicks over Yoongi's flushed skin, reddened and marked under Jimin's shirt that he'd just put on, pretty legs naked where they dangle off the bed from his perch, a blush dusting his cheeks and all over his pale skin.

“Shit. It was you? I'm so sorry, fuck,” he runs a hand through his hair now, eyes darting everywhere but Yoongi.

“Sorry?” Yoongi asks in a small voice. 

“I didn't-- I was drunk.”

“You didn't want to?”

“Not like that!”

“So then… did you mean everything you said last night?”

“God, Yoongi-”

“I just…”

Yoongi bites his lip. His hands clench and unclench, wanting to touch, to hold him. Wanting to tell him how he feels. Unable to. He leans closer subconsciously, making eye contact for just a brief moment before dropping his gaze, blinking quickly.

“Yoongi…”

Jimin’s hand curls around Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi’s breath hitches, cheeks and ears burning darker. He drags his gaze back up to Jimin’s face, lips parting, and then - Jimin closes the distance and kisses him.

Yoongi clutches onto him, shuffling himself into a better position without parting from his lips.

“Jimin,” he moans.

“Are we really doing this?” Jimin’s voice is breathy against him. “Again?”

Yoongi whimpers. “Please…”

If Jimin still wants to now, it means it wasn’t just because he was drunk. It wasn’t just some kind of weird mistake.

And Yoongi wants to.

Jimin wraps his arms over Yoongi’s shoulders, pressing into him. He ends up flipping their positions, pinning Yoongi to the bed. His hands roam down Yoongi’s body.

“You’re so pretty, hyung. I can’t believe I…”

Yoongi whines, squirming under his touch, baring himself for more - please, more. Jimin gives it to him, kissing down his exposed skin.

“Mine, hyung. Mine.”

“Yours,” Yoongi agrees.

*

Seeing Taemin again, Yoongi feels a little awkward, a lot guilty. He did like him, but against Jimin? He bites his lip. The choice is easy, but it still hurts a bit, and not only because he feels guilty for hurting Taemin.

Taemin takes it in stride, though, ever so nice, smiling through his disappointment.

“That’s okay. I get it. I did wonder if there was something between you two. The tension was pretty obvious, you know?”

Yoongi flushes. “I didn’t… I really didn’t know. I wouldn’t have led you on otherwise, I promise. And I’m-- really sorry.”

Taemin laughs. “I know, I know.”

“To be honest… I thought it was you Jimin might have feelings for.”

“Ah, well. That ship sailed already.”

“Hm?”

“A while back now. We were better as friends, though,” he laughs.

Yoongi hums in understanding. He scratches behind his ear, looking down at his lap. What if Jimin decides they were better as friends, too?

“Hey, it was just a one time thing really, honestly. I won’t get in the way of you two.”

“No, it wasn’t that,” Yoongi quickly assures. “I guess it’s just… still surprising to me. I’m worried he’ll change his mind.”

“Trust me, I don’t think he will. You’re all he talks about.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Bit annoying, really.”

Yoongi flushes. “Sorry.”

Taemin laughs again, lightly. “Don’t be! I’m only sorry he figured it out before I could have you.”

The blush deepens, Yoongi’s skin burning. He fiddles with his ear some more, blinking as though it would kickstart his brain.

“Ah, well.” Taemin continues. “No hard feelings. I’m happy for you both.”

"I did really like you," Yoongi admits quietly. "I... do."

Smiling understandingly, Taemin replies, "Right person, wrong time, I guess."

Yoongi hums. Taemin places a hand on his thigh and squeezes it gently, but takes his hand away almost as soon as he'd placed it. Yoongi blinks.

"Who knows, maybe one day. But I'm wishing you both the best."

Still blushing, Yoongi nods. He gives Taemin a hug as they part, agreeing to still be friends. And when he gets back home, Jimin is waiting for him, coming onto him almost as soon as he’s through the door.

Yoongi never expected him to be this possessive, but he’s not exactly complaining. It feels nice. He giggles against his lips.

Jimin really likes him. It’s real for now, at least. Yoongi has Jimin. 

What more could he ask for?