Chapter Text
“Surprise, Chim!” Taehyung shouted as Jimin turned on the lights to their apartment. He scanned the crowded room, aimlessly taking the shot that had been handed to him. Jimin looked over at his best friend confused. “I know your birthday isn’t ‘til next week, but we all figured it’d be better to do a two-in-one, since we all knew you’d make the dance ensemble.”
Jimin smiled as he hugged the gray-haired boy. “Thanks Tae Tae.” He pulled away and waved both his hands at the people around. “Thanks everybody. This is really sweet of all of you.”
“Congrats, Jiminie.” Hoseok cheered as he lifted Jimin up from behind, shaking him in the air.
Jimin giggled shyly and thanked everyone who congratulated him and wished him a happy birthday. Before making his way over to Jeongguk. “Where’s Y-”
The younger boy cut him off, “He said he had to run somewhere, so he was gonna be late.”
Jimin blushed. “Oh, okie.” He uttered shyly before grabbing another drink. Jimin was ready to get fucking wasted. He had been stressed all day and he just wanted to relax and enjoy the party.
“Jimin, grab me a cup of the jungle juice?” He heard someone call across the room.
“Sure thing, Joon Bug.”
“Thanks.” The older said as Jimin handed over the cup. Jimin proceeded to sit down on the couch next to Namjoon.
“So Joon, tell me more about this porno you’ve been watching.” Jin prompted.
“Okay listen.” He said before turning to Jimin who looked utterly confused, “It’s not a porno.” He assured before turning back to Hobi and Jin who were situated on the chairs. “It’s fucking art .” He said ironically.
“It’s just a drag show, dude.” The red head retorted.
“Okay, no. It is so horribly good. Literally the perfect camp movie.” Namjoon retorted.
“What are we talking about?” The youngest boy asked.
“Rocky Horror.” The orange haired boy replied, but Jimin was still puzzled. “It’s a gay cult classic! Have you never seen it before?”
Jimin shook his head. “What’s it about?”
“It’s got like zero plot. It’s the worst movie I’ve ever seen in my life.” The oldest said.
“Listen.” Joon pleaded with a laugh. “The point is that it’s bad.”
“He watches it almost every day in October. It gets pretty fucking annoying.” Hoseok said.
“I swear to god, if I hear him singing ‘toucha toucha touch me’ one more time in the shower, I’m gonna lose it.” Jin added.
The group continued to attack Namjoon for his poor movie taste, and Jimin was already tipsy at this point, so when Yoongi walked through the door, he couldn’t help but run over and hug him. “Thanks for coming, Yoonie.” He said bubbly.
Yoongi laughed at the sudden bombarding, “Congrats, Chim. Oh, and happy birthday.” He said lifting something that was poorly wrapped in Kraft paper. Jimin looked down and back up at the mint-haired boy confused. “It’s a gift.” The older said hesitantly. “Were we not doing gifts at this?”
“Nobody else did,” Jimin giggled, “but thanks, Yoonie. I’ll put it in my room and open it later when people head out, okay?”
When Jimin returned, Yoongi had taken his spot on the couch, so he plopped himself down between the mint-haired boy and Namjoon. “So, what’s your opinion, Yoongi?” The oldest asked.
He shrugged, “It’s pretty good, honestly.” Jin and Hoseok both groaned at the answer.
“Thank you!” Namjoon said lifting both his arms up.
“Please don’t fuel him.” The red head pleaded.
“You know, Jimin’s never seen it before, Yoon.” The orange hair boy said.
“Really?” The older said looking to the blonde in shock.
“No, but I guess I should, since everyone else has.”
“You can borrow my copy. I’ll bring it to the shop sometime.”
“Thanks, Joon.” The younger said excitedly.
The first half of the semester had been exhausting, so the party died down a lot faster than last time.
Jimin quickly said his goodbyes to everyone, thanking them for everything. After the day he had, he was honestly just ready to stop socializing.
“Kook!” Taehyung whined, pulling him away from the trash bag he was tying up. “Cmon.. theres something else you could tie up” He tried to whisper but Jimin and Yoongi could clearly hear them.
“Guys!” Jimin whined, “That’s so yucky”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Go head, we’ll finish up”
Taehyung ran over and jumped on Yoongi, kissing his cheek. “You are the most blessed boy! You absolute sweetheart !”
Jeongguk laughed, pulling Taehyung towards his room. “Thanks, see you tomorrow.”
It only took about twenty minutes for them to finish picking up the bottle and empty plates.
“Alright, Chim. I’m gonna head home.” Yoongi said as he collected his belongings.
“What about the present?” the younger asked. “Wait here. I’ll go grab it.”
The older boy chuckled and sat down. A few moments passed and Jimin returned, taking a seat next to the mint-haired boy. “I’m assuming it’s a book, yeah?”
“Why don’t you open it and find out?”
Jimin laughed, tearing open the wrapping. “ Rant ?” The younger questioned.
“It’s one of my favorites. It’s fucked up in all the best ways.” The older boy said with the gummy smile that Jimin loved.
The blonde chuckled before resting his head down on Yoongi’s shoulder reading the back cover. “Thanks, Yoonie.” He said, looking up to meet the older’s gaze. Jimin hadn’t noticed until then, that he had been mindlessly fidgeting with the mint-haired boy’s fingers. The older’s eyes flicked down and back up. The younger’s heart raced as his stomach twisted into knots. Yoongi was closing the space between the two.
He parted his lips slightly, closing his eyes when felt the older’s hand on his jawline. Jimin held his breath as their lips pressed together slowly. His head felt light as he leaned closer, slipping his hand up to meet the older’s waist. He could feel Yoongi’s breath getting heavier, as he moved his hand up, tangling it in the younger’s blonde hair. Jimin gripped the mint-haired boys shirt, tugging him closer. Yoongi responded, pulling the younger’s head towards him.
All that Jimin could think about was how he wanted more. He needed to diminish the space between him and Yoongi. He pressed himself further into the older until Yoongi slowly moved them into a lying position. The younger boy’s arms wrapped around him, as Yoongi messed with his wavy blonde hair. Yoongi moved his lips down, pressing a kiss into the other’s jaw before making his way to his neck. A soft moan escaped Jimin’s lips as Yoongi bit and sucked at his neck.
Yoongi had started to feel himself get hard just as a loud bang from the street echoed through the apartment and he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved honestly. He hopped off Jimin and they both scrambled to the window,
“Can’t think of anything sexier than someone hitting a fire hydrant” Jimin commented, running his hand through his hair.
“I don’t know, you in that outfit getting soaked sounds pretty nice” Yoongi mumbled and glanced at Jimin. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were swollen and a soft shade of red. Yoongi wanted nothing more than to jump back on him.
“oh?” Jimin turned and moved closer to him, and again, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to shove him around and kiss him senseless.
But he didn’t.
“I really should go, it’s probably almost four or five” He mumbled, looking around for his bag.
“You just said its probably almost five in the morning, you aren’t going anywhere” Jimin said as he picked up Yoongis bag and walked into his room. “And don’t think you’re sleeping on the couch, you grabbed my ass you’re gonna fuckin cuddle it now.”
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“Guk!” Taehyung yelled running over to the stove, “you’re gonna break the yolk. Jimin likes it runny”.
“Too late” Jeongguk muttered, watching the yellow smear all over the pan.
“I think you just messed it up, so you wouldn’t have to do it” Taehyung teased, taking the spatula and moving the eggs around to mix them together.
“What? Me?” Jeongguk teased as he sat down on the counter across from the stove “I’d never do that.”
“Listen” Tae turned and walked in between Jeongguk’s legs, placing his hands on Guk’s hips. “Help me or I’m gonna spank you with this spatula”
“Really? Promise?” Jeongguk leaned forward, pulling Taehyung closer.
“Uh, should I leave?”
The couple turned around to see Yoongi, rubbing his eyes, sleepily walking into the living room.
“Nope, just threatening my boyfriend” Tae placed the spatula under Jeongguk’s neck with a very stern look on his face, “now go get the juice out” He ordered with squinting eyes and pursed lips.
“Juice? Pour me a glass please!!” Jimin calls from down the hall, breaking everyone out of their slightly awkward silence.
Jk jumps off the counter and runs over to the fridge, “why do you guys have 12 different kinds of juice?”
Taehyung shrugs “Just pick one”
Yoongi walks over to the fridge out of interest, “Watermelon apple slice? Pumpkin and cinnamon? Red grape with hibiscus? Oh god who would drink this?” He asks, pulling a bottle of murky green juice that remind him of what he imagined swamp water to look like.
“Oh! You got mine out !” Jimin grins, taking the green juice from him and pouring it into a glass, “It’s actually pretty good, do you wanna try it Yoons?”
Yoongi grimaced but took the glass anyway, he held it up and swirled it around, watching the contents mix together. He sheepishly took a sip and realized it was a mistake. “Wow, that’s absolutely disgusting, it tastes like celery.”
Jimin laughed as Yoongi dug through the fridge until he found one that resembled orange juice. He quickly poured it into his cup and chugged the whole thing.
“Ah god I can still taste it, do you guys drink this?” Yoongi asked, turning to face Jeongguk and Taehyung.
Their mouths were wide open, and they were staring at Jimin, Yoongi laughed, “Even your friends are grossed out by it.”
He turned to look at Jimin and noticed that the juice wasn’t the reason they we’re staring at him.
Jimin suddenly felt uncomfortable, all three of his friends were staring at him like he was naked. He looked down to verify he wasn’t, he had his work uniform on.
“Is my hair messed up? Is my shirt dirty? Am I bleeding?”
“No surprisingly..” Jeongguk mumbled
Jimin started to panic a little as Taehyung walked up to him, “So.. I take it you had a little bit of fun after Kookie and I went to bed?”
Jimin blushed “What? Why would you say that?”
Taehyung held his phone up to Jimin and he turned the shade of Hobi’s hair.
Underneath where the collar of his shirt would be if I was buttoned up all the way were three or four decent size hickies, red and blotchy with some small raised areas.
Jimin immediately turned to Yoongi who suddenly thought his empty cup was the most interesting thing in the world.
Yoongi looked up when Jeongguk called his name. None of them looked angry at least. “I gotta go.. I’ll see you guys later” And with that Yoongi was out the door and the three of them were left alone.
“Soooo, is there something you wanna tell us?” Taehyung pried jokingly, as Jimin fumbled to button up his shirt.
The older boy quickly occupied himself, tidying up the kitchen to avoid eye contact. “We may have kissed a little bit.” He said as nonchalantly as he could.
The youngest scoffed, “Seems like you did more than just kiss.”
“I’m gonna need details, Chim.” The gray-haired boy said.
“We were both pretty drunk, Tae. All I remember was we were kissing on the couch and then he was on top of me-”
“he wAS WHAT??”
Jimin ignored his question. “And then we went to bed.” Taehyung eyed him questioningly. “To sleep.” He stated.
“I’m still a little caught up on this ‘on top of you’ thing.” His best friend said.
“I really don’t remember specifics.”
Taehyung huffed, “Did you like it at least?”
“I mean,” Jimin smiled shyly looking down, his cheeks turning pink again. “Yeeaaahh.” He stopped gushing, maintaining his somewhat cool composure, “He seems pretty freaked about it, though.”
Taehyung elbowed Jeongguk, eyeing him to say something.
“Uh,” the brown-haired boy paused, “Yoongi’s kind of a shy guy. He prolly just freaked because he didn’t wanna be in that situation.”
Jimin laughed, “You mean the one I’m in now?”
“Sorry, Jiminie, but like, it’s a little hard to ignore your neck looking like that” Jeongguk said, fluffing his blonde hair.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready, Tae?” The blonde asked.
“For what?”
“Work. We’re both scheduled to come in half an hour.”
“Shit. I forgot” The younger said, scrambling to his room.
“I’m gonna head out then.” Jeongguk said grabbing his keys.
“Bye Gukkie.” The older replied, as the brown-haired boy left the apartment.
Jimin felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
[12:31PM] Sorry about last night.
His stomach dropped. He felt embarrassed. He didn’t feel sorry about last night. Should he? He had thought it meant something to Yoongi. Did it mean something to him? Jimin didn’t want things to change between the two. He liked the relationship he had with the older.
“What’s wrong, Jimin?” Taehyung asked when he walked into the room.
The older boy held his phone out for his friend to grab.
“Wait, what exactly happened last night again?”
“I feel so stupid, Tae. I thought last night was more than just some drunk slip up. I don’t know. I just…” The older boy trailed off.
“What happened after you guys kissed?”
“We just, like, cuddled ‘til we passed out.”
“Okay, first of all, gay. Second, what are you going to say back?”
“I don’t know.” He said slightly panicked, looking at his phone screen. “I’ll just leave it ‘til after work. Which were going to be late to if we don’t leave now.”
Work was awful. Jimin couldn’t concentrate on anything. It was only two hours in, and he had already messed up 4 drinks. All he could think about was last night and this morning. Why was he overthinking this so much? He tried to convince himself that it was just a kiss, but he couldn’t. They were drunk, and it was a mistake, plain and simple. Then why did he want Yoongi’s lips on him again.
“Are you good if I take my break, Chim?” Taehyung asked.
“Huh?” Jimin broke himself out of his thoughts, realizing what the younger had said. “Yeah, it’s pretty slow now. Go ahead.”
Has Yoongi said anything about last night? [2:13PM]
[2:15PM] no
[2:15PM] he wont talk about it hes hiding in his room now
He texted Jimin saying he was sorry [2:16PM]
[2:16PM] why??
No clue. Jimin’s pretty upset about it though [2:16PM]
[2:17PM] why?
From what I gathered he feels dumb because he wanted the kiss to mean more than what Yoongi’s leading it on to be [2:17PM]
[2:18PM] hmmm…
[2:18PM] what did jimin say?
Nothing [2:18PM]
[2:19PM] oooh.. I thought they we’re kinda becoming a thing maybe? Or the beginnings to a thing?
Yeah uh maybe. is Yoongi straight? Lmao [2:19PM]
[2:20PM] I highly doubt it being as our friends neck looked BEAT
Yeah. That’s true. Hey I gotta get back to work, I love you kook (insert a shit ton of ugly emojis) [2:20PM]
[2:21PM] love you too tae
“Yoongi wouldn’t talk about it with Jeongguk” Taehyung said as soon as he got back over to the counter. “not a word about it”
Jimin felt his stomach sink for the second time this morning. “Is he that embarrassed? Does he regret it that much?” He mumbled, more so of saddened than angry.
“I’m sorry Chim Chim.” Taehyung whispered, hugging the blonde from behind. “Maybe he just, doesn’t really know how he feels yet, give him some time.”
Jimin placed his arms on Taehyungs and gave a slight squeeze. “You’re right, if he wants to talk about it he will. Besides… Dance ensemble practice starts Monday so, I’ll be busy with that yanno?”
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Even though he was indeed, very busy. He kept thinking about Yoongi. He missed him so much. They would run into each other at the coffee shop or when they would stop by each other’s apartments, but they wouldn’t really talk or anything. If he was being honest with himself, Jimin just felt too embarrassed and silly to really even look at him.
The only time he really didn’t think about him was when he was at dance practice. He was too focused on channeling all his energy into what he was doing. Just because he was upset, and maybe slightly heartbroken, it doesn’t mean that the rest of the group should have to suffer.
To say that he spent a lot of extra time at the studio was an understatement. Eventually Hobi began joining him and they started experimenting with different exercises and concepts. Some days Hobi would come in beaming and explain that they were going to try a completely silly combo. Other days Jimin would come in sad and empty and they would turn the lights low and improv to any song that came on. By the night before the actual show, Jimin and Hobi ended up staying until two am because they knew they wouldn’t get another opportunity to come in again until the next semester.
All day Jimin was busy prepping for the show, getting his costumes ready, going over the choreography and warming up. Meanwhile Taehyung had offered to help set up props and such before the performances began so he was currently saving a section of seats for himself, Jeongguk, and their other friends. He had hoped that Jimin hadn’t counted the seats and saw that there was an extra.
Back at Jeongguk and Yoongi’s apartment Jeongguk was currently trying a bunch of different button up shirts, asking for Yoongi’s opinion on each one.
“Okay last time, black or red?” Jeongguk asked, walking out of his room.
From his spot on the couch Yoongi groaned, “You’ve asked me about this shirt six times, every time I say black, what’s this outfit for again?”
Jeongguk sighed, “About that... Tonight is Jimin’s Dance Ensemble, and I think you should come.” He explained rather matter of fact.
Yoongi felt small butterflies form in his stomach, he hadn’t seen Jimin in a long time. He was busy finishing his book and Jimin had been at practice. Yoongi tried not to think about the other reason they hadn’t spoke. The kiss.
“I don’t think he’d want me there Guk”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes, “He misses you Yoongi, besides, you’re the one who encouraged him to join this thing anyway.”
Yoongi groaned, “I don’t have anything to wear, and I’m not anywhere near ready?”
As Jeongguk slipped on his shoes he pointed towards Yoongi’s room, “There’s an outfit on your bed, along with a ticket and program for the show. It doesn’t start for another two hours. I’m only leaving now because I need to run a few errands.”
At that Jeongguk managed to slip almost out the door before Yoongi called out a “Save me a seat!”
Jimin had been anxiously going over his dances for the past half hour. He repeatedly worked on his turns as the stage crew set up around him. The curtain was closed, and he could here people starting to take their seats in the auditorium. He checked his phone. The showed started in 20 minutes. Hobi wanted them all back stage soon for a preshow pep talk. His stomach felt heavy and his head was light. He only had three performances tonight, but his nerves were still attacking him.
“Fifteen minutes guys.” The backstage director called out.
Jimin headed towards the dressing room, dropping off his phone and warm up jacket before heading over to the rest of the ensemble.
“Alright guys,” Hoseok called out to the huddle of people, “we’ve worked our asses off for this. So, just get out there and kill it.”
Jimin’s heart was racing when he got into his position off stage for the opening number. The song started as the curtain opened slowly. One of the seniors was positioned on center stage. A blue spotlight followed her as she moved upstage. Jimin heard his cue in the music and made his way on stage. His adrenaline kicked in and all he could think about was how amazing it felt to be on stage again. He was overwhelmed by the confined freedom of it all. Before he knew it the lights were dimming and he was running to the dressing room for his quick change.
His next dance was his duet with Hoseok.
“You ready?” The older boy asked, as they stood backstage.
Jimin nodded excitedly, too out of breath from the last performance to speak. Hobi gave him a quick hug before the lights dimmed, and they took their spots onstage. A chilling voice filled the auditorium as their performance began. The two boys danced together with perfect opposition. The crowd cheered as the curtain closed for intermission.
Hoseok instantly shifted back to his usual giddy, silly self when they got off stage, “Jiminie!” He exclaimed, doing a goofy celebratory dance before embracing the younger.
Jimin laughed as the red-haired boy shook him. “Don’t you have costume change?”
“Yes,” He said putting the boy down, “but that was fucking amazing!”
Jimin giggled shyly, “Go change.”
His next dance was the finale, so Jimin quickly changed and headed back backstage to watch the other performances. With each number, he grew more nervous. He could feel his feet swelling from overuse, and his lower back was killing him. He didn’t really care though. He was flooded with the thrill of doing what he loved again. The lights dimmed, and he quickly ran into place for the last number.
The audience clapped and cheered as they all took their final bows. Jimin headed to the dressing room to put his normal clothes back on before heading off to see his friends. He exchanged many good job’s with the other dancers before his best friend ran up to squeeze him into a tight hug.
“You did amazing, Chim!” Taehyung squealed. “Hobi’s already out in the lobby with everyone else waiting for you.”
“Okay.” He replied looking at the costumes that had piled up next to his bag. “Wanna help me pack up?” He said with a wishful smile.
“As if I could say no to that cute face.” The gray-haired boy said pinching one of his cheeks.
They quickly put all of Jimin’s stuff away. The older was clearly exhausted so Taehyung volunteered to carry his costume bag. They made their way out of the auditorium.
“I can’t believe you didn’t get me flowers.” The red head said teasingly, as the two walked over to them.
Jimin laughed, “Who didn’t get you flowers?” He stopped, noticing the boy who had been avoiding him for two months. Or was he the one who had been avoiding him?
“Uh, great job, Jimin.” The mint-haired boy said handing over a small bouquet.
The blonde smiled shyly, “Thanks.”
“You both did amazing.” Namjoon said, keeping the moment from getting too awkward.
“Thanks, Joon. Can we do this whole congratulations thing over food, though. I’m starving.” Hoseok said.
“Please.” Jimin added.
“There’s a barbeque place up the street. We could go there.” Jin said.
“Sounds good to me.” The red head turned to Jimin, “We can just throw our stuff in one of the rehearsal rooms for now.”
“Okay, Hobi.”
Jimin trailed behind on the walk to the restaurant, wanting to talk to Yoongi. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “So, I’m almost done with the book you gave me.”
“And?”
“It’s actually disgusting.” The younger chuckled.
“Isn’t it cool, though?” Yoongi asked.
“I guess, once you get past the rabies and spider venom induced erections.”
“How far in are you?”
“Would you even be able to tell? The timeline jumps everywhere.”
“That’s fair. Do you like it?”
Jimin could hear the excitement in Yoongi’s voice. “It’s a good book. I just don’t know if it’s my kind of book.”
“Well you’re the one who asked to borrow it.” The blonde looked at him confused. “The night you stayed over. You asked to borrow some of the books you hadn’t read.”
“How’d you know I’d never read it?”
“It didn’t seem like anything you’d ever pick up.” He laughed, “Plus, I asked Taehyung.”
“Well you were right. I would never buy that book for myself. It’s pretty gross.”
Yoongi shrugged, “I’ve read grosser.”
“Do I wanna know?”
“Probably not.”
Jimin laughed. He had missed this. Whenever he talked to Yoongi, it felt like hey had been friends for years. A few silent moments passed before he finally spoke up, “Listen, about the party,”
“Jimin, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
The younger cut him off, “It’s honestly fine, Yoons. I don’t want it to interfere with our friendship, so we can just forget it ever happened. Go back to normal, y’know?”
The older was silent for a second before he nodded, “Okay, Chim.”
“Here it is.” The oldest exclaimed as they reached the restaurant.
They drank and had dumb conversations over dinner before they grew tired and went their separate ways.
“Sooo, what did you and Yoongi talk about? I tried to listen, but you guys were too far back.” Taehyung said on the walk back to their apartment.
“Tae!” Jimin jokingly slapped his shoulder. “We talked about the book he gave me.”
“Anything else??”
“I told him not to worry about the kiss. That I didn’t want it to mess up our friendship.”
“So, are you taking the idea of a relationship off the table?”
“Tae, I don’t think he wants a relationship. I brought it up he apologized and said he didn’t mean it.”
“You know, Chim, you haven’t really said whether you wanted a relationship or not.”
Jimin blushed, “I don’t know. I mean, he’s cute and I like him as a friend.”
The gray-haired boy scoffed, “Please. You guys acted like you two were the only ones in the restaurant tonight.”
The older laughed, “Shuuutt upppp.”
“Ooh Yoongi, you’re so handsome. I just want you to take me home with you and have your way with me.” He mocked dramatically.
“Listennn.”
“I’m listening.”
“Stop. It wasn’t like that” He giggled.
Jimin lazily removed his stage makeup when they got home. He was tired and buzzed, and he just wanted to lay down in bed. While he was in the process of scraping the hair spray out he realized as exhausted as he was he still found he had a smile on his face. He got to see Yoongi, after a ridiculous amount of time. And he brought him flowers. He may or may not have rushed into the apartment to put the flowers in water, so they wouldn’t die.
“Chim !” Taehyung yelled just as he made his way out of the bathroom, “You know I love you yea?”
“Yes..?” Jimin questioned, walking back towards the kitchen.
“I just wanted to let you know how proud we all are of you” Tae said, walking over to give the older a hug.
Jimin smiled and hugged him back, “Thank you, it means a lot”.
Jimin was about to head back to his room when Taehyung called out again, “Also! Just so you know, Guk said that Yoongi didn’t stop talking about you until he fell asleep.”
“What’d he say?” Jimin said turning around.
“I didn’t get too many specifics. Something along the lines of how amazing of a dancer you are, and how much he missed you. So basically, he was hard core gushing.”
That night Jimin fell asleep easily, happy with seeing Yoongi, and incredibly excited to wake up and talk to him.
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So I just finished the book. [11:23AM]
First of all [11:23AM]
What the fuck? [11:23AM]
He’s his own dad? But not really because they exist in alternate realities? [11:24AM]
And he’s Green Taylor Simms too [11:24AM]
In a different alternate reality [11:25AM]
But they all exist in the same reality? Different timelines? [11:25AM]
I’m so confused right now. [11:25AM]
[11:27AM] Did you like it?
I think? I honestly can’t tell because I feel so messed up [11:28AM]
[11:28AM] You realize something new every time you read it
I don’t know if I could handle a second round. [11:29AM]
Also so like the booster guy [11:29AM]
Shot I think [11:29AM]
He like traveled back in time to get rid of boosting? [11:30AM]
And Neddy got rid of the like segregation between day and night timers? [11:30AM]
[11:30PM] Yeah so like basically they all contributed to creating the reality that we exist in.
My head hurts [11:31AM]
I hate this author [11:32AM]
[11:32AM] Well, ah, speaking of books
!!! [11:32AM]
Is your’s done? Can I come over to read it? [11:32AM]
[11:32AM] Fuck no. You’re not coming anywhere near me when you read it.
:c but I miss you [11:33AM]
[11:33AM] You can come over but I’m not sending it to you until you go home
Finnnneee. Are you home now? [11:33AM]
[11:34AM] No I’m at [the coffee shop] right now.
I’ll meet you there then? In 20 minutes? [11:34AM]
[11:34] Chim, you literally have to walk past my apartment to get here.
Yeah but I want coffee. [11:35AM]
[11:35AM] I can just grab you one?
Nope. I’m not cashing in on my coffee yet. I’ll see you soon [11:35AM]
When Jimin got to the coffee shop about ten minutes later Yoongi was waiting on one of the stools by the coffee bar.
“Hey Yoongi, you’re all packed up?” Jimin asked as he took the seat next to him.
“Yeah, I figured we weren’t staying very long” Yoongi shrugged as the barista came over to them.
“Hey Chimmie” Jimin looked up to see his friend, coworker, and former roommate, Taemin.
“Hi Minnie” Jimin chirped, “can you make me a coconut caramel macchiato?”
“Of course” Taemin smiled and walked over to the cups.
“I’ve never seen him before, is he new?” Yoongi asked, watching the tall dark-haired boy work on Jimin’s drink.
“No, he’s been here as long as I have. He used to be my roommate, and uh yanno, we dated for a little bit.” Jimin explained, also watching the boy make his drink.
Yoongi grimaced a bit but held his face still, “So.. tell me about that? You guys clearly aren’t together anymore?”
“Yea no, we broke up maybe? A year ago? I’ve been living with Tae since November of last year so yea, about a year ago?” Jimin looked down, feeling sort of embarrassed. Talking about a break up with the boy you maybe have feelings for isn’t the easiest thing to do.
“Can I ask why?” Yoongi asked, looking over at Jimin.
“ I mean, we only were dating for about 3 months. We lived together as room mates and then we just sort of started dating. But we decided that we weren’t right for each other in that way. There weren’t any hard feelings.. But I knew I had to move out, I moved in with Taehyung the day after the break up. We’re friends now.” Jimin gave Yoongi a smile.
“Oh, that’s good at least. No hard feelings is always nice” Yoongi mumbled.
“Here’s your coffee Jimin-pie” Taemin bounced over and handed it to him. “Hey ! A bunch of people are going out tonight? Do you wanna come?”
Yoongi knew he shouldn’t care, at all. But he did. He felt his stomach turn in knots, not the good kind. He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about the things that Taemin had gotten to see that Yoongi never has.
“I can’t, I have plans with Yoongi, oh ! Have you met?” Jimin beamed at Yoongi.
Taemin glanced at the mint haired boy and shrugged, “He’s been here a couple times, but we haven’t met.. Is he the boy..?” Taemin turned and lifted a brow.
A rapid blush spread over Jimin’s face and Yoongi turned to stare at him, “The boy? Am I the boy?”
“He’s pretty Chim” Taemin continued.
Jimin pulled his sleeves down over his hands and covered part of his face, “Taemin ! shush! Okay, okay. We’re going to go!”
Yoongi was about to talk but Jimin grabbed him and pulled him out the door. “Thanks for the latte !” He managed to yell before Jimin completely yanked him out the door.
They walked in a silence for a few minutes before Yoongi spoke up, “So… do you like someone?”
Jimin stuttered to a stop, “I uh, what? Why would you ask that?”
Yoongi shrugged, “Taemin made it seem like you’ve been talking about a boy, that you like this boy”
Jimin scrambled for an answer, he had been gushing to Taemin about Yoongi. He hadn’t intended on it, but he had worked with Taemin when his neck still looked like hell. Taemin knew how Jimin felt about Yoongi.
“Ah, its actually about the.. the hickies? I worked with him while they were still there” Jimin mumbled, his stomach sunk. They said they wouldn’t talk about it. But there he was, bringing it up again.
Yoongi frowned, Jimin felt embarrassed about the kiss still. He knew that. But it still hurt him to see that on his face.
“Oh” Yoongi chuckled, “Yeah.. I bet you got a lot of attention for those, sorry about that. It was probably a little bit embarrassing..” He trailed off.
Jimin laughed as they turned into the lobby of Jeongguk and Yoongi’s apartment complex. “Actually. It was sort of fun, I didn’t get hit on nearly as much when they noticed them”
“Oh? You get hit on a lot?” Yoongi pushed the button on the elevator.
“Why wouldn’t I? Do you think I’m ugly?” Jimin walked closer to Yoongi, maybe a little too close. But Jimin was determined to make things more relaxed again. They’re friends, they can tease each other and be playful. There’s no reason they shouldn’t.
“I don’t think that at all..” Yoongi placed his hands on Jimin’s hips as the elevator dinged, indicating the floors they were passing. He could say it was because he didn’t want him to come any closer, but he knew that wasn’t it.
Jimin grinned. “You think I’m pretty?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed Jimin away as the doors opened on their floor, “The absolute prettiest”. It wasn’t a lie.
After running a few errands to buy drinks snack and movies, Jimin and Yoongi were settled on the couch for their movie night.
“So wait, what exactly are we watching?” Yoongi asked as he turned on the TV. Luckily, Jeongguk and Taehyung had gone to a movie premiere and wouldn’t be back until later, if they even came back at all.
“Only the most perfect cinematic masterpiece to ever exist, with the worlds best soundtrack, minus a couple songs, and the hottest male leads!” Jimin excitedly bounced on the couch, staring at the TV waiting for the title song to start playing.
When it did, Yoongi deadpanned, turning to face Jimin. “We’re watching Hairspray? As in like Zac Efron and Amanda Bines?”
“Yep!”
Yoongi stood up, “I’m gonna need a drink”. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of clear alcohol and two glasses.
A few songs later and Yoongi was certain something had happened to Jimin and he was instead watching some vixenized version of his friend. He was definitely drunk. Spinning around dramatically and moving his hips in a way he really shouldn’t to Miss Baltimore Crabbs, the main antagonists debut song.
This continued for every song, Jimin dancing around the living room. Running to the island and posing dramatically on the stool. Grabbing props and standing on the couch.
When Zac Eforns song came on Jimin began directing his movement towards Yoongi. Pointing at him, tugging him around, walking in circles around the couch. Every once in a while, he would throw himself on the couch next to Yoongi.
By the time the movie was over Jimin was collapsed on Yoongis lap, “Next movie?” He slurred.
Yoongi laughed, intertwining his hands into the blonde’s hair. He was a little bit more sober than Jimin, but not by much.
“You seem a bit too out of it to watch another movie.. Maybe we should do something else? Go for a walk maybe? It’s a lot later than I thought it was. Jeongguk should be home soon anyway” Yoongi explained, he felt sad. He didn’t want Jimin to leave.
Suddenly Jimin shot up and ended up almost straddling Yoongi. He braced his arms on the couch on either side of the older boy. “when I go home, I get your book right?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes and reached up to fluff the blonde’s hair. “You’re adorable” He mumbled, hoping Jimin didn’t hear. If he did, he didn’t say anything.
Jimin sighed dramatically, “I’m so torn.” Yoongi looked at him with questioning eyes. “If I go I get the book, but if I stay I get you.” Slumping himself down, burying his head in the crook of the mint-haired boy’s neck.
“You should stay.” Yoongi said mindlessly as he wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist.
A moment passed before he answered, “Okay.” The younger boy whispered softly. He found himself pressing a light kiss into the spot his head was resting on. His heart raced with panic at the realization of what he did, but Yoongi didn’t move.
“Are you ready for bed, Chim?” The older mumbled.
“I’m ready to go to bed,” he said, peeling himself off the mint-haired boy, “but I’m not really tired.”
Yoongi laughed before grabbing Jimin’s hand, guiding him to his room. As they were walking down the hallway Jimin gently tugged Yoongi back. The blonde wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder. He waited to gage his response. He seemed relaxed and calm. Jimin gently reached up to comb his fingers through his faded green hair. Yoongi let his head drop to the side so Jimin took that as an invitation to place a few open mouth kisses on the skin on his neck. The older boy moaned, as Jimin slid his hand down to rub his inner thigh. Yoongi spun around quickly, grabbing the back of the blonde’s neck with both hands, and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
Jimin stood still for a moment before gripping Yoongi’s shirt, pulling him closer. Through frantic hands and sloppy kisses, they fumbled into the older’s room. The blonde attempted to close the door, but it slammed shut, as the older pushed him against it. Jimin’s hands slipped up his back, clawing, as the older pressed further into him. The younger boy arched his back while Yoongi made his way down to his neck. He wrapped his hands around Jimin, gripping his hipbones, grinding him against himself. “Yoongi… fuck.” The blonde moaned, closing his eyes and pulling the other’s hair.
The mint-haired boy let go, yanking the younger’s shirt off. Jimin shoved Yoongi backwards, fumbling to pull his shirt off, before the older fell onto the bed behind him. The blonde landed on top of him, their bare chests pressed against each other, desperate to get closer than what they already were. Jimin stood up, pulling Yoongi with him, to reposition themselves on the bed. As Jimin went to push him back down, Yoongi grabbed him and flipped them around. The older boy immediately reattached their lips as they hit the mattress. Yoongi moved his hand down Jimin’s torso slowly, sliding under his sweatpants to grab his ass. The blonde was grinding his hips, begging for more.
“Jimin, you’re so fucking hot.” Yoongi sighed, as he moved his hand forward, teasing the bulge that was growing under the younger’s boxers.
Jimin whined, pushing himself further up, trying to increase the pressure of the other’s touch. “Please, more.” He moaned through heavy breaths.
Yoongi pulled the blonde’s pants off, before moving up to Jimin’s lips. The mint-haired boy kissed his neck, then his collarbones, before making his way down to the elastic of his boxers. Jimin felt his dick twitch when the older boy kissed him through the fabric.
“Hey, Yoongi. We’re back!” Jeongguk called from outside.
Shit shit fuck fuck fuck
They both leaped up, frantically looking for their discarded clothes. Jimin had just managed to slip his pants back on when there was a knock on the door.
“Are you asleep?” The youngest asked.
Yoongi was scrambling with his shirt, “Uh, no.” He called out.
Jeongguk opened the door right as Yoongi was about to tell him not to come in. There was an uncomfortable few moments of silence, as the youngest tied together what the two had been doing, “Uh,” he said awkwardly, “We can go…”
“Everything okay Guk?” Taehyung joined Jeongguk in the doorway. At first his face was just an open mouth stare which then turned into his boxy grin.
“Ah, actually, I was just about to head out.” Jimin fumbled with looking for his phone, he suddenly felt very sober.
“Guess we’re leaving” Taehyung shrugged and pulled Jeongguk to the living room to leave Yoongi and Jimin alone.
Jimin walked over and wrote something down on a sheet of paper before handing it to Yoongi.
Yoongi held it up and Jimin smiled “My email, for the book”
Jimin felt a little bit nervous, should he just walk out? Hug him? Kiss him?
He opted to see what Yoongi would do, so he just started walking towards the door.
Jimin grinned when Yoongi intercepted him. The older boy wrapped his arms around him tight, “I really missed you, Chim.”
Jimin sighed, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “I missed you too.”
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Jimin watched as the bustling city lights faded as his train []. He pulled his laptop out of his bag, plugging in his headphones as he pulled up his emails. He scrolled through, looking for Yoongi’s email. He giggled at the return address. [email protected] . He pulled up the document. Unnamed, it read.
“The higher she flew, the further she would fall.
In truth, Icarus was not afraid of falling, but what would happen upon impact. He prayed for the forgiving oceans of spring, where light reflected as the water rippled, but knew all that awaited him below was the wind-whipped sea of December.
Fear consumed her. She was nothing more than the shell of a person.”
The more he read, the more he realized how little he knew about the other boy. Yoongi had said that his characters reflected himself, but he had never thought of older as someone who was afraid of anything. He seemed so upfront and honest about everything, always allowing his feelings to be known. He didn’t think of him as someone who would let fear control their actions.
As he read further, a pit in his stomach began to form. He never wanted his friend to feel this way. Why had Yoongi never talked to him about any of this? He wanted to help, or do what he could. He wished he was there for him when the older felt this way.
Jimin was about a third of the way through the book, when the conductor announced that they would be arriving at Busan Station in 5 minutes. He finished off the section he was on, marking where he’d left off before packing up his belongings.
He snuck in time here and there to read during winter break, but he didn’t make much progress. He spent most of his time with family, occasionally texting Yoongi with updates.
“ She was never granted the ability to develop a personality of her own. Everything she was was a collection of stolen traits.”
this book is low key high key breaking my heart yoons
gah! were not talking about it okay
its still good
stopppp
are you embarrassed or something? (^:
hows your break going?
A month and four family parties later, Jimin was standing at the station, waiting for his train to take him back. He shot a quick text to Taehyung letting him know he was about to leave. The younger had gotten back yesterday and was nagging Jimin all day about getting back, because he missed him. As soon as he was situated in his seat he started reading again.
The antagonist had begun breaking down, stripping her fears recklessly. She began questioning everything in her life up until this point. She pushed herself, destroying the life she so desperately hated, as she hit rock bottom. Realizing she had no where left to go but up, her fears diminished. “ She was the scum of the earth,” existing in a way that made her invisible to avoidant eyes.
She plummeted, struggling to stay afloat as the water engulfed her. The more she wrestled, the harder the sea fought back. Her body relaxed, succumbing to her fate. She took a deep breath of the salt water, letting her lungs adjust. Wax coated her body, as she sunk to the bottom.
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As soon as Jimin walked into his apartment building he immediately felt his spirits lift. He had genuinely missed everyone and everything. It was around midnight, he should be tired. But he isn’t. Taehyung had texted him about half an hour ago, telling him he was home.
As soon as he reached the door he couldn’t help but throw it open, “Taehyungie!! I’m home!”
It took about two seconds later, Taehyung was running the short distance between his room and the from door.
“Chim!” Jimin laughed as his best friend literally jumped on him, wrapping his legs around Jimins waist.
Taehyung eventually released him and the two spent about half an hour catching up and telling stories about their break.
Eventually Taehyung turned to him, “So, have you seen Yoongi yet?”
“No.. Not yet” Jimin blushed, realizing they hadn’t talked about it yet.
“So uh.. You gonna tell me what’s going on? You said the kiss was a one time thing, and then yanno.. Gukie and I walked in on you guys..” Taehyung grinned and made filthy hand gestures.
“yea.. uh, I really think I like him Tae…” Jimin mumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest.
Taehyung smiled, fluffing the blondes hair. “You should talk to him, you’re so happy with him.”
“What if he doesn’t want me? What if its just sexual?”
“I’ve seen how he treats you, he’s so soft for you.. He treats you differently than anyone else. Have more faith in yourself Chim” Taehyungs words made Jimins head spin, maybe Yoongi could like him.
He needed to find out. “Okay.. I’ll talk to him”
Jimin pulled out his phone, shooting Yoongi a quick text telling him to meet them at the bus stop.
“Should I clear out for the night?” Taehyung asked as Jimin ran into his bedroom.
“no..” Jimin came back out in different clothes “But do you know who was closing tonight?” Jimin asked
Taehyung laughed “Ah, Taemin. You look like you’re trying to get laid in the softest way possible”
Jimin blushed and glanced at his outfit in the mirror next to the door. So maybe he picked a soft dark red sweater that could be easily removed and a pair of black jeans that look like they were painted on.
“Maybe..” Jimin mumbled, throwing a wink towards Taehyung
“speaking of getting laid, Jeongguks on his was over, we’re gonna go grab some food, so uh.. You wanna head out?”
Jimin laughed but nodded.
And with a “goodluck!!!” from Taehyung, Jimin was on his way.
Jimin practically ran to the bus stop, going into a full out run when he saw Yoongi sitting on the bench.
“Yoongi!” Yoongi stood up just in time for Jimin to engulf him in a hug, nearly knocking him back.
They pulled back a few seconds later as Jimin took Yoongi in. He laughed, “We match”
Yoongi glanced at Jimins outfit then his own, he had a dark green turtleneck sweater on with a pair of painted on light wash jeans.
“I guess we had the same idea” Yoongi said with a shrug. Jimin really hoped they did.
Jimin immediately started pulling him down the road, “wait wait where are we going?”
Jimin didn’t say anything until they arrived front of Pressed.
Yoongi just kinda stared, “Hey ah Chim, I know you haven’t been here in a month, but uh.. Pressed closed an hour and a half ago..”
Just as Yoongi finished Taemin walked out. “Welcome back !” Taemin walked up and gave Jimin a hug.
Yoongi felt that bit of jealousy flip in his stomach until Taemin released Jimin.
Taemin turned and embraced him. “Welcome back Yoongi”
Yoongi stood shocked for a second before returning the hug, “Thank you”
They stepped away from each other as Jimin opened the door.
Taemin turned to walk away before turning around. “Hey! You two! Don’t forget, this is a well known restaurant! People eat and drink here so behave!”
Jimin blushed and scrambled to pull Yoongi inside.
“Don’t mind him” He mumbled, turning on the over the bar light.
“He’s not wrong” Yoongi mumbled before clearing his throat and taking a stool. “So uh.. you never explained.. What are we doing here?”
Jimin beamed with a mischievous grin.
“you still owe me a coffee” He explained before tapping the counter, “so get back here and make it”
Yoongi stared at the foreign machinery. “You’re not gonna give me anything? I don’t even know what half this shit is.”
“I believe in you.” Jimin teased.
The older scoffed, grabbing a bag of espresso beans. He headed to what he presumed to be the bean blender thing. “Ah, so, I put this here right?”
The blonde nodded.
“Okay, so what do i do with it once it’s blended?” Yoongi asked.
The younger felt himself go soft at Yoongis willingness to try. “You’re gonna want to put it in that thing right there,” He said pointing towards the glass base. “Then you press it down” A few moments passed before the younger spoke again, “So, what did you think the ending meant?”
“I was trying to keep it ambiguous.” He said shyly.
“I know, but, like, if you were reading it, what would you think the ending is?”
“I don’t know.” Yoongi paused, “I’d like to think she adjusted to her new life.” Jimin stared at him with interest as he spoke. “Bad things happen, but you can always adjust. Some things are worth the uncertainty y’know?”
He nodded, eyes fixed as the older turned back to the espresso machine.
“Uh, do I just press this?” He asked hesitantly.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
A couple trial runs later, Yoongi had successfully made one macchiato. “Alright, this is a special menu item. It’s called,” He paused thinking of a name, “a regular”
‘“What’s in it?”
“Cream, two pumps of vanilla, two pumps of hazelnut, 2 pumps of mocha, and 2 shots of espresso.”
“Sounds…. Interesting.” Jimin mumbled, picking it up and lifting the straw to his mouth..
“It’s uh..” Jimin paused as Yoongi gauged his reaction.
“Very confusing, its actually terrible” Jimin deadpanned.
Yoongis face dropped and Jimin laughed.
“I’m kidding, I like it. Make another!” Jimin finished with a flourish of his hand.
“Really? I’m gonna waste more product?” Yoongi asked, secretly hoping he would say no. Yoongi barely made something edible the first time. Let alone something else.
“Uh okay, what kind should I make? More coffee? I’m not very good at coffee” Yoongi glanced around at all of the ingredients he had to choose from.
“Then no coffee” Jimin also scanned the room. “Use the fruity stuff” He pointed towards a colorful section of syrups and juices in clear fridge.
“You’re fruity” Yoongi mumbled before walking over and picking up a bottle of mango juice and three bottle of syrup.
“So do I like? Mix this with water or?” Yoongi asked, pouring some of the juice into a glass.
“You can, or you can blend it with some ice. But honestly the blenders are such a bitch to clean” Jimin explained, coming around to sit on the counter next to the cash register.
“Really?” Yoongi mused, walking over to empty the cup of juice into a blender.
Jimin scoffed at him but watched without complaint as he poured in some different syrups and probably not enough ice.
Yoongi flinched when he turned on the blender, it seemed too loud. Jimin just laughed as Yoongi tried to dump all of the contents back into the cup.
He eventually got it all and popped a straw in it before walking over and handing it to Jimin.
“And what’s this one? The mango mess?” Jimin asked, taking the glass but also slyly trying to pull Yoongi closer.
“Yes, made it just for you”
Jimin grinned before taking a sip. “Gummy bears? It tastes like gummy bears? What all is in this?” He asked, glancing over to see if he could read any of the bottles.
“Uh, I think… Raspberry, strawberry, and peach? I think, honestly I just picked the most appealing flavors” Yoongi shrugged. He took a step closer to the younger boy, putting him in between his legs. “Can I try?”
“Sure” Jimin took another sip before setting the glass down. Yoongi watched him, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“Uh” The older boy started but stopped when Jimin grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It was sweet, in both ways.
Yoongi brought his hands up to Jimin’s waist as the younger boy deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth.
“I’m gonna be honest with you,” The older boy said between kisses, “That’s not what gummy bears taste like at all.”
Jimin scoffed, “I don’t think you got enough of a taste to judge”. Yoongi rolled his eyes and pulled him back down into another kiss.
Neither of them really knew how long they had been kissing. All Jimin knew was he was jerked back into reality when the mint haired boy reached around to grab his ass and his elbow knocked into a stack of plastic lids.
“Oh god..” Jimin groaned as Yoongis mouth trailed down his jaw. “Yoons”
“Hmm?” Yoongi moved back up, face to face with the flustered blonde.
“Taemin’s right… People eat here, and ass isn’t on the menu. So can we go?” Jimin may of said that with a grin despite wanting to laugh at himself for his terrible joke.
He didn’t expect Yoongi to groan a “fuck”, and practically drag him out of the shop.
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The walk back to Jimin’s apartment had never felt shorter and he thanked whatever god out there existed that Taehyung and Guk weren’t back yet.
They barely made it inside before they were all over each other again. Yoongi crowded the younger back against the door and suddenly Jimin’s heart dropped. He completely froze. They’d been in this position before and it was all okay. But thoughts of the aftermath of their first kiss shoved their way into his head.
“Yoons” The older boy could of sworn Jimin had kicked him in the gut, hearing the sadness and fear in his tone made him freeze as well as taking a few steps back.
“Chim… What’s up? Are you okay?”
Jimin pushed off the wall and began pacing. “So are we just gonna keep getting drunk and almost hooking up? I mean, we’re not even drunk this time. What are we doing?”
“Uh.” Yoongi questioned.
“Because the first time this happened you apologized and then things got awkward, but last time we went further and it was fine.”
“Jimin” Yoongi tried again, this time sitting down on the couch.
“And now here we are again, and, I don’t know, I don’t want things to get weird between us again. So like,” Jimin sighed, “Is this just casual sex? What is this?”
“Jimin” He coaxed again, Jimin looked at him before walking over and sitting on the couch next to him.
“I mean like.. I know what i want but I don't know what you want? What if you don’t want what i want? What if this is just making things awkward? What if-” Jimin felt his heart pound through his entire body.
“Jimin please stop talking for two seconds.” The older boy finally caught his attention, keeping his tone soft.
“Sorry. I’m just… nervous i guess.” Jimin muttered, staring at his hands.
They sat there in silence for a minute before Yoongi spoke, “I just don’t want to lose the relationship we have.”
“We’ll still love each other, right, even if things don’t work out?” Jimin piped up.
Yoongi gave a soft smile. “I know things would be different between us if we broke up which is what I’ve been so afraid of, but I don’t want to just be friends anymore.”
Jimin slid his hand along the couch to entwine his finger’s with the older boy’s. “Me either.” The mint haired boy looked over at him and they made eye contact for the first time the entire conversation. The blonde could see a flash of fear on Yoongi’s face. The younger boy’s heart was racing. “What do you want to do?” He said hesitantly.
“I like this” Yoongi mumbled, holding their joined hands in front of his face.
Jimin grinned shyly, as the older boy lifted his hand to his lips. “I think…” The blonde started but trailed off.
“We should go out” Yoongi interjected, rather matter of factly. “No, actually, I don’t wanna just go out, we’ve been practically going out for two months. We should date.”
Jimin found himself just sort of staring at the older boy. He looked serious, no sign of this being a joke to ease the tension or anything.
For a second Yoongi thought maybe he had misunderstood, maybe Jimin didn’t want to risk it. Until the blonde broke out into the biggest grin he had ever seen.
Jimin jumped on top of Yoongi, planting cute kisses all over his face. Yoongi wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. The older boy let out soft giggles at every kiss.
Jimins soft sweet kisses began to trail down Yoongi’s neck and the blonde didn’t miss when his breath hitched.
Yoongi slid his hands down to rest on the youngers ass as he began to kiss a little less sweetly.
“Chim..” Yoongi mumbled, “If you don’t stop we aren’t gonna make it to your room”
Jimin grinned before yanking Yoongi’s hair and placing one more open mouth kiss on the skin on his neck before sitting up. “What?” The blonde mumbled, pushing his hips down against Yoongi’s, “You wanna fuck your new boyfriend in his bed?”
The older boy moaned, failing to mutter out his rebuttal, as Jimin pulled him up into a heavy kiss. Yoongi grabbed the blonde by his belt, messily pulling both of them into the hallway. “You should text Taehyung or Guk,” He mumbled between kisses, “Tell them not to come back here.”
“Why?” Jimin teased, “Don’t want them to hear?”
Yoongi laughed, pushing the younger boy through his bedroom doorway, “Not really, no.”
Jimin pulled his phone out, shooting his roommate a quick text before throwing it and himself on the bed.
Things went well dont come home
Wait so like
Are you guys a thing now?
Jimin i need to know
Ugh
Lemme know when youre done bc i need details
Yoongi followed him, laying on top as he messed his hands into his already tangled blonde hair. Jimin’s breath hitched as the older boy tugged his head to the side, pressing an open mouth on the younger’s exposed neck.
“Jimin, you need to take off this fucking sweater. It’s in the way.” He said, pulling the blonde up before slipping it off himself. Yoongi pushed him back down. He was kneeling above the blonde, his legs on either side of his hips
“Says the one wearing a turtleneck.” Jimin teased.
Yoongi rolled his eyes before pulling his own shirt off.
Jimin yanked him down by his waist, reconnecting their lips. The older boy groaned, letting his hands roam everywhere they couldn’t before.
“Jimin… fuck.” Yoongi moaned as the blonde marked up his neck. His slid his hand down the younger boy’s back, trying to slip it under his jeans. “You’re pants are way too fucking tight.” He complained.
“Stop bitching and take them off then.” Jimin sighed between kisses.
Yoongi complied, flustered as he fidgeted with the button. Eventually he got them off, and he looked at the blonde. He was sprawled on the bed. His skin was glowing with sweat and his lips were red and swollen. His boxers hung loosely, bunched in a way that allowed the mint-haired boy to see the outline of his dick.
The younger sat up on his knees, pressing his lips into Yoongi’s as he unbuttoned the older’s jeans. Yoongi managed to shimmy them the rest of the way off as he lowered them both back down. The blonde pulled the older’s hips down, slowly grinding into him.
“Fuck, Jimin, you’re so beautiful.” The older boy moaned as they fell into rhythm.
“More.” Jimin groaned, his eyes closing and head falling back. “Please.”
“What do you want, sunshine?” Yoongi sighed into the blonde’s neck, as he pressed down with more force.
Jimin’s voice hitched and his back arched, “I want you to-” He cut out as the older boy grinded down again. “Fuck.” He sighed, “Please just fuck me already.”
Yoongi chuckled, watching the younger boy squirm around underneath him. “Not yet..” He mumbled, moving to mouth at his jawline.
Jimin whined, pushing his lower lip out. He started to complain again but the words were lost as Yoongi reached around to grab his ass, pushing him up to meet his own hips.
“Please.” Jimin whimpered.
“Turn around.” The older said, getting off the blonde.
The younger boy flipped over, “Lube and condoms are in the drawer there.” He said pointing towards the nightstand.
Yoongi slipped down, pressing himself against the blonde’s back, “Not yet, Chim.” he whispered. He nipped at the younger’s neck, as Jimin pushed his ass up to rub against Yoongi’s cock. The older boy moaned, trailing down Jimin’s spine. He gripped at the blonde’s sides as he planted open mouth kisses down his back. He slipped his boxers down, grabbing his ass before spanking it gently. Jimin gasped, arching his back for more.
Yoongi kissed the red mark as he positioned himself between the younger boy’s legs. He gripped Jimin’s hips pulling his ass up. He kissed one of his cheeks slowly, hesitantly moving closer to the center.
“Is this okay?”
The blonde nodded, adjusting slightly.
Yoongi kissed around Jimin ass, slowly moving closer to his hole. He teased, avoiding it completely as he [kissed] the areas around [it]. The blonde squirmed, pushing himself closer. Yoongi dug his nails into the younger boy as he licked his tongue flatly against his [rim].
“Fuck, baby, please more. I’m so hard, please.”
The older boy flicked his tongue, creating imaginary shapes as the blonde moaned.
“Please, please- oh fuck. Please fuck me.” Jimin practically begged, voice cracking. Yoongi realized then that he can’t take it anymore.
He gives him one last slow lick before getting up and reaching over to the bedside table.
He coated his fingers in the lube before gently fingering the outside of the younger boy’s hole. He added more lube, as he teased, “Is this okay?”
“Yes- Just finger me already.”
“You’re so fucking impatient, you know that?” He said, sliding a finger inside the younger.
Jimin inhaled sharply before relaxing into a soft moan.
The older boy twisted his finger around before adding another one. He bent them up, causing Jimin to moan loudly as he arched his back.
“You like that? You sound so good sunshine.” The mint haired boy said, slipping another finger in.
“Mhm.” The younger whines.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes- Please.”
“How sunshine?”
Jimin paused, thinking. “Can I ride you, baby?”
Yoongi’s already hard dick twitched. “Y-yeah.” He stuttered, pulling his fingers out before putting a condom on. He added more lube just to be safe as Jimin positioned himself on top of him. The older boy lined himself up with the blonde’s rim. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck as he slowly sank down. The mint haired boy kneaded at the younger’s ass, his head falling back as Jimin started bouncing slightly.
“Fuck.” Yoongi sighed.
Jimin felt a rush of heat in his lower stomach at the sight of the older boy. “Shit, Yoonie.” the blonde moaned. “I’d ride your dick all day if I get to see you look like that.”
“Fuck.”
Jimin grinded himself into Yoongi. He grabbed at the hair on his neck, pulling him up for a kiss as he sank deeper.
The mint haired boy wrapped his hand around Jimin’s cock, pumping as the younger quickened his pace.
“Shit, Jimin, just hearing you could make me cum. I’m so close” Yoongi moaned.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close too.” He sighed, “Come for me baby, please.”
Yoongi’s body tensed up as he held his breath before releasing with short heavy breaths. Jimin followed, riding out their orgasms as he came on the older boy’s chest.
Jimin slumped forward, placing lazy kisses on the mint haired boys neck before pulling himself off the older.
As soon as Jimin fell onto the bed next to him Yoongi quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a couple clean towels while waiting for Jimin to catch his breath.
“You.. Min Yoongi, will be the death of me” Jimin teased once he caught his breath as Yoongi cleaned them both off.
“We just started dating, you can’t find out about my secret serial killer identity yet” The older boy teased back. He quickly threw the towels into the clothes basket before wrapping his arms around him.
Jimin pouted and shifted until he was sprawled on top of the older boy. “So, did you like it?”
Yoongi laughed before tilting Jimin’s chin up to face him, “Chim, you’re so beautiful that you could step on me and I would like it. So yes, I liked it. I loved it. I love this.”
Jimins face turned about three shades redder, “Me too.. I like us, a lot. I like you a lot.”
“You’re giving my heart a boner, Minnie” Yoongi mumbled, shifting around a bit.
A few minutes later and Jimin was sure Yoongi was asleep. He leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his boyfriends chin before snuggling up and letting himself drift into sleep.