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The crowd roared as the song, ‘So What’ came to a closing. Jimin was seated in front of the main camera at the edge of the stage. Yoongi shuffled towards him, sitting down and sliding up beside the dancer. The rapper sat there, staring at Jimin’s hands expectantly. Jimin turned and smiled at Yoongi, before he threw his arms around the elder’s neck. The dark haired man held Yoongi close, resting his head and the other’s shoulder.
Before they pulled away, Jimin whispered, “Such a cute Hyung.” The dancer brushed his lips against Yoongi’s neck briefly, before he pulled back with a grin.
“So what!” Jimin shouted into his microphone.
Yoongi did his best to make his face remain neutral, giving the camera a small smile before he bellowed, “So what!”
The fans screamed loudly, shaking their ARMY Bombs wildly. The boys stood together and spoke to the crowd, giggling and laughing as the got ready to sing Mikrokosmos, their last song with ARMY for the night. Yoongi gazed out at the ocean of fairy lights, letting his thoughts consume him.
He thought back to what Jimin had done a few minutes prior, paired with instances of the dancer’s delicate touches and cute squeals as they went down the slide together. They all flashed through his mind, making their imprint. Jimin’s comment seeped deep into his skin, creating a warm buzz. What did he mean, was he trying to get at something or was it just an off handed remark to get him flustered in the moment?
Yoongi was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a hand grasp his shoulder and pulled him into the other person’s side. The rapper looked in their direction, realizing it was Jimin, of course it was Jimin. It always was. The boys bowed as a group, saying their final goodbyes to all the fans that were there, as well as the armies that tuned in through Vlive. They waved and cheered as the platform beneath them lowered gradually.
Soon, they were packed into the SUVs that transported them to and from their hotel. Yoongi shared a car with Taehyung and Jungkook, who were bickering over some mobile game they were hooked on. The rapper let himself space out again, his brain quickly drowning the boys out with his own mental chatter. All he could think about was being close to Jimin, touching him- even if it was a simple hand hold.
Something about the dancer’s energy put him at ease, the type of vibe he wanted to keep around him all the time. Yoondi wouldn’t ever come out and ask Jimin for that directly, but he had his ways of getting what he wanted, he just hoped it would work tonight.
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Once the boys got back the hotel, they all settled into their respective rooms. When Yoongi entered his room, he found that there was already food waiting for him, making him smile. The rapper pulled out his phone and texted the band’s manager, deciding that he wanted to do a Vlive with the fans while eating.
A few minutes later their manager, Se-jin, knocked on Yoongi’s door, livestream device in hand. He helped Yoongi set everything up, before leaving him to do his thing. Yoongi turned Vlive on, humming softly as he waited for fans to login. He busied himself with opening his food containers, glancing up at the screen every so often.
Secretly, Yoongi hoped Jimin would get a notification from Vlive, letting him know one of the other members was on. He was famous for crashing live-streams, so he knew there was a good chance of it happening tonight. The rapper didn’t usually like doing lives with the other boys, nor he did enjoy being disturbed while doing one. However, he could make an exception for Jimin.
Yoongi sat and chatted with army as he ate, trying not to look like he was waiting for someone. He glanced at the entrance of his hotel rooms every so often, hoping to hear a knock soon. Though, as time dragged on, the rapper became more doubtful the dancer would show.
Maybe Jimin didn’t want to bother his Hyung or perhaps he simply eat and went to bed, too exhausted to do much else. Yoongi was about to start wrapping up his live when sure enough, a soft knock on the door echoed through the room.
Eyes widening a bit, the rapper scurried over to the entrance way and opened the door a crack. He couldn’t fight back a smile when he saw Jimin standing on the other side, food in hand.
“Got room for one more?” Jimin teased, smirk evident on his face.
Yoongi snorted and nodded, motioning for the dancer to come in. They sat beside each other, knees knocking together occasionally. Jimin unpacked his food, gushing over how good it smelled. The pair sat and made idle chit chat, answering questions when they remembered to look at the comments. Yoongi couldn’t resist glancing over at Jimin constantly, subtly bumping him with his foot or leaning into him as they laughed.
Jimin was no better, slapping his hand against Yoongi thigh or throwing himself into the elder’s laps. The rapper clenched his jaw, mouth tugging into a tight lipped smile. Yoongi fiddled with his chopsticks, trying not to seem phased by the dancer’s actions.
Eventually, they ended the Vlive, waving and smiling. Jimin turned the camera off and set the tripod down on the table in front of them. He leaned back on his hands, tipping his head back and humming quietly to himself.
Yoongi picked at his fingernails, looking down at his lap. “I didn’t think you’d come,”
Jimin raised a brow in amusement. “Oh? Was my cute Hyung waiting just for me? Was he lonely?”
The older scoffed half heartedly, all while blushing like crazy. “Watch it,”
“What?” The dancer smiled coyly
“Arrogance doesn’t look good on you Jiminie.”
Jimin snickered, “Oh baby, we both know anything looks good on me.” He leaned a bit closer and traced a finger over Yoongi’s bottom lip, “And you. Though if I’m honest, I think you’d look better with nothing on at all.”
Yoongi choked on air, his eyes flying up to the ceiling as he tried to stay composed. This was more of a turn on than he was willing to admit, he could never. Jimin wouldn’t let him live it down.
“Aw, is my Yoonie feeling shy?”
“N-no” Yoongi muttered, his voice faltering.
“Lair” Jimin mocked
“I’m not!”
“Oh, so you won’t mind home doing this then?” Jimin suddenly pulled Yoongi into his lap, making him straddle his lap. The rapper gasped and bowed his slightly, too overwhelmed to meet Jimin intense gaze.
The dancer smiled, running his hands along the elder’s sides. “So pretty. Should we turn Vlive back on and show everyone how pretty you are? How good your being?”
Yoongi shook his head rapidly, whimpering softly. He didn’t want to be exposed in such a vulnerable state. Deep down, he knew Jimin was just saying it to get him worked up, but his mind was quickly becoming foggy with a thick veil of lust.
“Can you look at me Yoonie? Wanna see your pretty eyes.”
Yoongi did as asked, lifting his gaze to meet Jimin’s. The younger man grinned and ran his thumb over Yoongi’s cheek. “There he is, my sweet honey boy.”
The rapper whined, remembering how the members tortured him with that nickname. However, when Jimin said it, it sounded like the most beautiful ballad or sweetest hymn, just rolling off his tongue effortlessly.
“You’re so responsive, so obedient.”
Jimin nuzzled his nose against Yoongi’s collar bone, “You like being told what to do huh? Like pleasing others?”
Yoongi nodded and sighed contentedly. “Only you,”
There was a certain ease to their dynamic. Jimin was a good judge of character, always seeming to know what the rapper needed or wanted, while Yoongi was flexible in most situations. The dancer never belittled Yoongi, only embraced him and did his best to fulfill. Yoongi really only felt safe relinquishing this level of control with Jimin, he was the only one who seemed to understand him, the real him.
“Stay?” Yoongi murmured, dipping his head down to hide in Jimin’s shoulder.
“Of course, anything for my Baby.”
Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s hips, swaying them ever so slightly. “I love you Hyung, you know that right?”
“I know, I love you too Jiminie.”
“Will you let me love you more Express my affection in a deeper way.” Jimin inquired, tracing circles into the elder’s hip with two fingers.
Yoongi nodded against the dancer, nuzzling closer. “Please,”
Not needing to be asked twice, Jimin scooped Yoongi up, cupping his thighs to keep him steady. The rapper snaked his limbs around the younger’s body, putting full trust in him. The dancer carrying Yoongi to the queen sized bed set in the center of the room and splayed him out against the sheets.
By the time the pair started drifting off to sleep, they were cuddling one another, sheets rumpled and clothing scattered.
Jimin planted butterfly kisses all over Yoongi’s cheeks, making the man giggle. The rapper smiled up at Jimin sleepily, as the dancer began humming Serendipity while tracing along the soft lines of the man’s face.
“I love you Hyung.”