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jimin doesn’t consider himself someone who can easily be angered. 

he grew up with a little brother and has been faced with many annoyances along the way. not to mention that he’s friends with taehyung and jungkook—two of the biggest people who have tested his patience. 

but even then, jimin has never become so overwhelmed by his anger. it never really bothered him when taehyung would tease jimin about his small hands or when jungkook would call him all sorts of colorful nicknames. 

jimin just laughed it off, went along with the joke, or even insulted the two with much more whittier comebacks. 

so he never truly understood why min yoongi gets under his skin. really under his skin. he can’t be in the same room as the man without jimin rolling his eyes, scoffing at whatever idiocies fall from his lip, and arguing with him. 

but it was more than just getting annoyed with the way yoongi talked and thought. 

jimin was annoyed with yoongi’s laugh, smile, and eyes. yoongi’s stupidly broad shoulders, his veiny arms, his long fingers, his milky skin, his long torso. 

everything about him was annoying and he could barely look at the man without feeling himself warm up with anger. 

and it wasn’t like jimin was alone with this displeasure, yoongi has been very vocal about how he feels about jimin, many times before. 

calling him tiny, laughing whenever a teacher would call jimin out for being late, mock jimin, and argue with jimin until their faces turned blue. 

the two of them were known to have quarrels with each other, childish ones, and serious ones. 

so why? 

why was yoongi the first person jimin thought of right now? 

“it’s yoongi,” jimin said, crossing his arms to calm himself, trying to find anything to ground him. 

right now, he needed something to keep him from punching the teeth of his asshole boyfriend. 

or, ex-boyfriend. 

“you did not cheat on me with yoongi,” his ex scoffed. “jimin, come on, stop fucking around.”

his ex made a move to grab jimin’s arm but jimin pushed him away. “so what? you think you’re the only who can cheat and everything will be okay? fuck you, byun. we’re over, i don’t want to see you anymore.”

his ex frowned, eyes narrowing. “don’t be a fucking baby, minnie. we both know yoongi wouldn’t fuck you.”

jimin let out a wry laugh, shaking his head as he took a step back. “i’m leaving,” he said. 

“wait, minnie, i didn’t mean that!”

jimin walked out of heebyun’s apartment, not bothering to close the door. he made his way out to the hallway of the apartment complex, looking around for the nearest elevator. 

after six months of coming here almost every day, you’d think jimin would know where the elevators were. six months wasted. 

jimin felt bitterness in his mouth as he turned left, hearing as heebyun ran after him. 

“baby, let’s just talk, hm?” heebyun said, grabbing jimin’s wrist tightly, making jimin wince in pain. 

“let me go!” jimin tried to pull his hand away but heebyun only tightened his grip. 

“come on, hm? let’s go back inside.”

jimin glared at heebyun, seeing the desperation in his eyes. he’s never seen that look in the man’s eyes. jimin hates it. he hates him. 

he never thought he’d hate someone more than yoongi. 

but there he was, standing in front of him, desperate to keep jimin. even after hurting him. 

“fuck you,” jimin said, making sure to enunciate every letter. 

jimin shoved heebyun back, making the man stumble over a neighbor’s pot, and fall on his ass. jimin scoffed before walking away. 

he didn’t let himself cry until the elevator doors closed. and even then, yoongi’s name still lingered in his mind. 

he spots him exactly where he knew he’d find yoongi. 

yoongi was at the garden, gate forced open, smoking over the koi pond. jimin’s wrist hurts so he shoves it in his jacket pocket, making his way over to him. 

yoongi doesn’t see him as jimin passes the short azalea bushes, slowly blooming each day. 

jimin makes his way to the bridge, eyes still wet from crying. he makes his way to yoongi’s side, elbows touching as both men lean on the bridge railing. 

“you’re not supposed to be here after hours,” jimin said softly. 

yoongi inhaled his cigarette before exhaling a light grey cloud. “and? who’s going to tell?”

“do you at least have another cigarette?”

yoongi handed jimin the one he was smoking. “of course not,” he said. jimin looked at the lit cigarette. “take it or leave it, angel, i don’t have all night.”

jimin shook his head. “i’m fine.”

yoongi chuckled before putting the cigarette between his lips. “exactly what are you doing here?”

jimin looked down at the fish, noticing that some were eating. had yoongi fed them some food? he remembers seeing a koi fish food machine near the gate. 

“i told my boyfriend that i cheated on him with you,” jimin said. “i would appreciate it if you told him we did sleep together.”

yoongi laughed shortly. “and why the fuck would i do that? i don’t want to get in the middle of some petty relationship drama.”

“he cheated on me,” jimin said softly, spotting some koi fish food on the railing. he reached over to grab it, slowly dropping it into the water. “i caught him during the act and we fought.”

“i’m sure.”

“he said some nasty things so i just wanted to hurt him, so i said i slept with you.”

yoongi exhaled another grey cloud. “why me?”

“you were the first person that came to mind.”

“as someone who would kiss a person in a relationship? how fucking flattering.”

jimin felt his eyes watering again, wrist aching. “look, just forget it. i shouldn’t—this was stupid. just say whatever the fuck you want.” he walked away, he should’ve known better. 

“i’m just asking questions,” yoongi laughed. “never said i wouldn’t do it.”

“you never said you would either,” jimin said, turning to look at yoongi. “and i don’t blame you. we don’t owe each other anything.”

yoongi sighed, looking at jimin. “you caught him cheating on you?”

“poor girl wasn’t even enjoying it, she was on the phone.”

“no wonder you’re always in a shitty mood.”

jimin rolled his eyes. “classy.”

“thank you,” yoongi smirked. “fine, i’ll say we slept together if he asks.”

jimin glared at yoongi, not sure if he should trust his word or not. “okay,” he said. “so what is it?”

“what’s what?”

“i know you, min. what is it you want in return?”

yoongi inhaled his cigarette, laughing as smoke slowly puffed out. “can’t i do this without a favor?”

“maybe if you were a different person.”

“just leave it as an IOU.”

jimin crossed his arms, avoiding pressure on his wrist. “fine.”

“fine.”

“peachy.”

yoongi looked away from jimin. “you’re awfully rude for someone who just got what he wanted.”

“it’s been a long night.” jimin simply said. he looked at yoongi, wondering what business the man had looking this handsome under the moonlight. such good looks wasted on a shitty person. 

“have a smoke, baby, it eases everything,” yoongi held out his cigarette again, grin on his face. 

jimin sighed, grabbing it from yoongi’s fingers. yoongi furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t say anything. jimin placed the cigarette on his lips, inhaling deeply, feeling his lungs and throat burning. he took out the cigarette, letting out the cloud of smoke. yoongi chuckled, taking it back from jimin. 

“what’s with your wrist?”

“huh?”

yoongi gestured to jimin’s hand. “it’s red.”

jimin subconsciously put it into his pocket again. “nothing.”

“it needs to be iced.”

“mind your business.”

yoongi chuckled, pushing himself back against the railing, gesturing for jimin to follow him. “come on.”

“where are we going?”

“to ice your wrist,” yoongi said. “come on, angel, don’t you know i give the best after care?”

jimin frowned as yoongi carefully placed the ice pack on his wrist, both of them sitting across from each other on the patient beds. “so how often do you sneak into the nurse’s office that you know the code?”

yoongi smirked as he leaned back, allowing jimin to hold the ice pack in place. “if that’s your way of saying thank you, you’re quite shitty at it.”

“cry me a river.”

“not much of a cryier, are you fine with a pond?”

jimin scoffed, looking down at his wrist, feeling his eyes start to water so he looked away and towards the window. the campus looked so serene and peaceful, unlike it did in the morning.

“are you sure we should have the lights on?”

“no one comes to this side of the building, jimin,” yoongi scoffed, reaching behind him to grab a lollipop. “want one? they’re actually pretty good.”

“no, i’m not seven.”

“could’ve fooled me.”

jimin scoffed loudly, glaring at him. “fuck you.”

“i’m obligated to say yes, i would.”

jimin shook his head, cheeks warming with annoyance, a feeling he was used to whenever he was forced to be around yoongi. but this time, jimin sought him out. this was jimin’s doing. 

“can i ask you something?”

“you can,” jimin said. “doesn’t mean i’ll answer you.”

yoongi unwrapped the candy, eyebrows raising slightly. “indulge me, angel,” he said. “this boyfriend of yours—“

“ex-boyfriend,” jimin corrected him. 

“is this the first time?” yoongi asked, sliding the lollipop to one side of his cheek. “the first time he hurts you?”

jimin sighed. “yes,” he said. “it wasn’t intentional, he grabbed my wrist to make me stay but he gripped it too hard.”

“he could’ve let go.”

“yeah, he should’ve.”

yoongi nods. “leave the ice for a couple more minutes and then we can see if you’re not too sensitive to check what muscles were hurt.”

“is the nurse here?”

“no, but i’m here.”

jimin frowned. “i thought you were a music major?”

“music therapy, yes. but i also spend a lot of time here, i’ve seen some tricks and shit.”

jimin hummed, locking his ankles as he slowly looked back out the window.

the two of them stayed in silence for a couple minutes, just the roaring of the air conditioner as it slowly turned off. 

“did you love him?”

jimin noticed their reflection on the window. “no,” he said. “but i could’ve.”

“you can remove the ice,” yoongi said, gently grabbing jimin’s forearm, extending the arm in front of jimin. 

yoongi slowly moved his thumbs over the back of jimin’s forearm, eyes moving up at jimin then back down.

“does that hurt?”

“no.”

yoongi put one of his fingers on jimin’s palm. “try to squeeze my finger.”

“are you going to make me pull it too?”

“what are we, five? just squeeze and tell me if it hurts.”

jimin sighed, squeezing yoongi’s finger easily. “happy?”

“how about here?” yoongi pressed the middle of his arm, just above where his hand begins. 

jimin winced immediately, jerking his hand away. yoongi chuckled, nodding as he got up from the bed. 

“it seems like it’s just a sprain, which is good,” yoongi said, opening the cabinets, grabbing a bottle, and walking back to jimin. “i’m going to roll some analgesic so it’ll soothe the pain.”

jimin hummed, watching as yoongi slowly rolled the bottle around jimin’s wrist. yoongi worked fast and diligently,

making him wonder exactly how many times yoongi comes to the nurse’s office. 

“i’ll leave nurse kim a note that i gave someone one of his braces,” yoongi said as he opened a brand new wrist brace. “so don’t worry about returning it. wear this for tonight and if it gets worse, you should go to the emergency room.”

jimin hummed. “thanks.”

“no big deal, it’s not like i saved your life.”

“just take a compliment, will you?”

yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cleaned up. “whatever.”

before jimin could process anything, he felt himself leaning forward, pressing his lips against yoongi’s cheek. 

both men froze immediately, the air conditioner roaring as it turned back on. jimin blinked, his wrist aching, bringing him back down to reality. 

he just kissed yoongi’s cheek. 

he just—

what the fuck. 

“jimin—“ before yoongi could say anything else, jimin was out the room, cheeks burning. 

he really was an idiot. 

“so that’s why i believe we should go with the purple background, it compliments our colors better, and really makes our pictures stand out,” taehyung said. 

“yeah,” jimin said, mind replaying last night like a broken CD. 

jimin leaned in first, he pressed his lips to yoongi’s cheek. it was definitely a kiss. the noise echoed. 

it echoed. 

jimin dug his face into his hands. it fucking echoed. it was that loud. 

“and then i was thinking of chopping off your dick and making takoyaki with it. how does that sound?”

“huh?” jimin looked at taehyung. “yeah, the purple sounds great, tae. you’re the artistic one.”

taehyung frowned, leaning on his elbows as he moved closer to jimin. “alright, what gives? are you sad about heebyun? the guy was an asshole, minnie. don’t let him bring you down.”

“what? no, of course not.”

“then what is it?”

jimin looked up at taehyung, swallowing thickly. “have you ever done something impulsively that you instantly regretted?”

“besides befriending you?”

“tae, i’m serious.”

taehyung sighed, eyes looking around before he nodded. “yes, i suppose so.”

“how do you get over it? how do you deal with it?”

taehyung’s eyes narrowed on jimin. “did you get a tattoo without me?” taehyung frowned, bottom lip jutting out slightly. “you promised to wait for me!”

“i didn’t get a tattoo,” jimin said, sighing as he shook his head. “it involves yoongi.”

taehyung’s eyes widened but before jimin could tell him more, yoongi walked into their classroom, walking over to taehyung. 

“here,” yoongi said, putting a crate next to taehyung. “your boyfriend told me to bring this to you.”

“since when are you his messenger?” taehyung scoffed but looked through the crate. “oh? are these film reel canisters?”

“we were cleaning out an old classroom and found a whole bunch of these,” yoongi said, eyes avoiding jimin. “your little boyfriend said you’d like them.”

“and you just brought them out of the good of your heart?”

yoongi hummed. “that and getting out of listening to coach complain about the deflating basketballs.”

jimin was about to look away when yoongi met his gaze. jimin felt his chest feel funny as yoongi swallowed. 

“uh,” yoongi said. “i should go.”

“bye,” jimin said awkwardly. 

“later, park.”

“yeah.”

yoongi turned and left without another word. taehyung frowned as he turned to look at jimin. 

“okay, exactly what happened between you two?”

jimin groaned, “i might’ve kissed him.”

“what!” taehyung squealed loudly, causing some of their classmates to turn to look at them. 

jimin’s wrist started hurting again. “it wasn’t what you think—“

“you don’t want to know what i think.”

“it was a peck, an innocent one!”

“there’s no such thing as an innocent peck! there’s always intentions!”

jimin shook his head. “none of that, just innocently pecking his cheek after thanking him for treating my wrist. i told you, didn’t i? yoongi, he—he helped my wrist.”

taehyung snickered. “oh? i held your sparkly jacket as you puked during namjoon’s summer bash last year but you never kissed me.”

“tae—“

“i’m happy for you, minnie, i am. but i never thought yoongi would be your rebound.”

jimin groaned. “he’s not my rebound.”

“i’m kissing, sorry, i mean kidding.”

jimin rolled his eyes, “are you finished?”

taehyung giggled as he reached over to lightly squeeze jimin’s forearm. “relax, i’m sure it didn’t mean anything to yoongi.”

“you think so?”

“of course i do.” 

jimin nodded.

taehyung is right. the kiss didn’t mean anything to yoongi. jimin was just thanking the man for his kindness. that was all. 

it’ll be okay. 

jimin wasn’t okay. 

he felt odd. almost as if he should talk about it with yoongi. 

shouldn't they? 

jimin groaned as he threw away his lunch. he glanced over where yoongi was sitting, laughing with his friends. 

why was jimin the only one spinning his brain over this? why wasn’t yoongi panicking like jimin?

taehyung’s words came to mind. 

the kiss didn’t mean anything to yoongi. 

but did the kiss mean something to jimin?

no, that’s ridiculous. 

jimin was heart broken and sad, he wasn’t thinking straight and maybe that’s why yoongi was being nice to him. 

yoongi being nice to him?

yeah, jimin needed a nap. 

he glanced over at yoongi one more time before he turned, about to leave when he spotted heebyun. 

heebyun was pressing a woman to the wall, kissing deeply. 

jimin felt his stomach churning, legs feeling heavy. he felt his throat closing as heebyun pulled away, eyes meeting jimin. 

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” the woman said to jimin, scowling as she moved closer to heebyun. 

heebyun wrapped his arm around her waist. “don’t mind him, baby, he’s just sad about losing me.”

jimin scoffed, feeling all his anger returning to him. “sad?” jimin shouted. “why would i be sad about losing you? you didn’t even last more than three pumps.”

heebyun’s eyes flashed as he moved away from the woman. “what the fuck did you say to me?” 

“you think you’re better than me?” jimin chuckled as he eyed heebyun head to toe. “you’re not, you’re gum i scraped off my shoe.”

“fucking mouth on you, park. i should call yoongi over to shut you up with his cock, or is he finished playing with you too?”

jimin felt his eyes watering about to punch the man but someone grabbed him by the elbow. 

“jimin, walk away,” someone said, jimin turning to find yoongi. yoongi looked from jimin to heebyun. “he’s not worth it.”

“well, if it isn’t min yoongi. i have a couple things to settle with you.”

yoongi hummed, not bothering to look at heebyun, his eyes on jimin. “that’s nice,” he deadpanned. jimin looked away from yoongi’s gaze. yoongi turned to look over at the woman against the wall. “you should probably go back before you leave another woman unsatisfied.”

“what the fuck did you just say?”

yoongi pressed his hand against jimin’s chest, trying to get him to walk away. “listen, heebyun, i have a basketball game that i really want to play so why don’t you fucking back off, hm?”

“you run your mouth like that baby, what a couple.”

“there’s no need to insult,” yoongi said, his stare darkening as heebyun smirked. 

“whatever, i fucked him like a little slut, see if i care.”

“you fucking bastard,” yoongi said. before jimin could stop him, yoongi was swinging at heebyun’s jaw, making the man fall back on his ass. yoongi grabbed his shirt, lifting his hand for another punch, but jimin was running over to him. 

“stop! what the fuck, yoongi! stop!” jimin screamed over the chanting of the crowd forming. yoongi glared down at heebyun, who was holding his jaw, eyes darting at yoongi.

“you idiot!” the woman shoved yoongi’s shoulders, cheeks stained with tears. “get off him! you fucking asshole!”

yoongi scoffed as he got off heebyun, looking at jimin before disappearing into the crowd. jimin felt his feet glued to the ground, just hearing as the woman consoled heebyun, as if he were the victim. 

jimin looked down at heebyun, feeling his hatred turn into something else. into disgust, into pity.

jimin doesn’t find yoongi at the usual place that night. the gate isn’t forced open, the koi fish aren’t eating over the bridge. there’s no one with jimin in the garden and that fact somehow comforts him more than anything else. 

taehyung tried. he came by jimin’s apartment with coffee cake, even if taehyung despises it, the man still shared a slice with jimin. taehyung kept scrunching up his face but he finished it in the end. jimin found him cute for trying. 

after taehyung left, jungkook came by with some tea. he didn’t say anything as he made jimin some tea, just made small talk a few times, and left. jimin found jungkook’s silence sweet. jungkook wasn’t good at comforting people but he appreciated the effort. 

but this silence. the fact of being alone in a garden so huge, it made jimin finally feel safe to cry. 

so he did. 

he cried and cried until he couldn’t cry anymore. 

jimin hiccuped, trying to bring the air back into his lungs. why did it hurt so much? heebyun was an asshole. he didn’t deserve anything from jimin. not anymore.

it was a short relationship. just six months. but jimin only cried harder. 

he squatted down, holding the railings of the bridge as he sobbed harder.

maybe that’s what hurts the most. that jimin spent six months falling for a person that didn’t exist. the heebyun that jimin fell for was a figment of his imagination. heebyun was cold, mean, and shitty. that was his real nature. not the warm hearted, funny, and kind person he met. 

six months. 

“you cry anymore and the koi fish will have an ocean.”

jimin lifted his head, seeing a blurry figure standing at the end of the bridge. he sniffled as he wiped away his tears. “who—who is that?”

the person scoffed. “what? you can’t recognize your one night stand?” jimin’s head turned, his contacts a little blurry from him crying so much. “that’s just cold.”

jimin stood up, wiping his cheeks. “what do you want, yoongi? are you here to prove your machoness again?”

yoongi walked over to jimin, pressing his elbow against jimin’s. the close yoongi got, the clearer he became. “are you not wearing contacts? you’re talking to me but you’re looking at an azalea bush.”

jimin scoffed, turning away as he leaned over the bridge. “i’ve been crying! of course they’re going to get a little blurry!”

“you’re talking to a tree now,” yoongi chuckled. jimin huffed as he shook his head. “you usually carry your glasses in your backpack, right?”

jimin sighed, nodding as he gestured down at his left. “my backpack is right there. there’s also a carrier for my contacts.”

“it’s on your right but whatever,” yoongi chuckled. jimin rolled his eyes, hearing as yoongi opened and then closed his backpack. “wow, a cartoon bear contact lens case. how very park jimin.”

“shut up and give me it,” jimin said, reaching over, pulling it from yoongi’s hand. 

in between jimin reaching out and yoongi holding it out, their hands clashed into each other, the case nowhere to be found. jimin opened his mouth to ask what happened when he heard something fall into the pond. 

jimin let out a wry laugh. “please don’t tell me that was my case.”

“okay, that wasn’t your case.”

“yoongi!” jimin reached out towards yoongi but the man moved. “are you kidding! how could you—that case cost me 60,000 won!”

yoongi laughed somewhere, jimin frowning as he tried to locate yoongi. “i’m sorry! but in my defense, you’re the impatient idiot who bumped our hands together!”

jimin groaned as he grabbed his backpack, walking towards what looked like the end of the bridge. 

“where are you going?” yoongi said behind him. “you can’t even see anything!”

“i’m going to find my case! some stupid idiot dropped it into a koi pond!” jimin huffed, using the railing to guide him to the end of the bridge. he tried to look past his blurry vision, barely making out the cobblestone pathway to the edge of the pond. 

“jimin, be careful!” he heard yoongi call out behind him. “don’t be stubborn. i’ll get it.”

“no way! i trusted you to grab the case and you dropped it into the water! did i mention it cost 60,000 won? 60,000!”

“look, it’s not my fault you buy overpriced shit!” yoongi said. 

jimin spun around immediately, lifting a finger to point at what he was hoping was yoongi. “listen here, that contact lens case was not overpriced shit! it was a matching set with my best friends! we got that case after we got into this university and we all cried together! i don’t care if you think it’s stupid or not, i’m going to get it back!”

yoongi grabbed the tip of jimin’s finger, moving it a little to the right. “i’m right here, angel face.”

“whatever!” jimin huffed before turning around again. “now. my sight is getting a little better so i just need to take off my shoes and—“

before jimin could finish his sentence, he heard as yoongi stepped into the water, his blurry vision just seeing someone walking to the bridge before coming back. 

“here,” yoongi said. jimin could hear the sound of water dripping down. “i’m sorry for dropping your stupidly overpriced matching bear case with the annoyingly cute backstory.”

yoongi grabbed jimin’s hand, extending his palm, and placing the case. he made sure to curl jimin’s fingers over the case. jimin felt his heart flutter. 

“i’m—i’m still mad,” jimin said, despite clenching the case to his chest. “now i can’t take off my contacts. some of the water got inside. i need to go home, wash the case, and put in a clean solution.”

“see, this wouldn’t happen if you’d just buy a decent case.”

“drive me home?” jimin asked, his voice coming out softer than intended. “please?”

“here, this is all they had,” yoongi said as he opened the car door, getting back inside. as the door stayed open for a few seconds, the loud thunder echoed in the warm car. “oh, right, you can’t see.”

“i can see a little better,” jimin reached over, grabbing the solution from yoongi. yoongi closed the door, throwing his umbrella behind jimin’s seat. “this should be fine.”

yoongi hummed, handing jimin another contact lens case, making jimin frown at him. “what? the one you have is cute, i’ll acknowledge the backstory, but it’s not useful. just use this one until you fully dry the other one.”

“fine,” jimin scoffed, grabbing the case, and shaking his head. yoongi nodded, taking out a coffee can. “seriously? you bought that with my card too?”

“yup,” yoongi smirked as he opened his can, winking at jimin before taking a sip of his drink. jimin frowned, noticing how bruised yoongi’s fist was. 

jimin reached over without thinking, letting his thumb brush over the bruised knuckles. “is this from heebyun?” jimin whispered. 

yoongi pulled his hand away from jimin. “don’t worry about it,” yoongi said, switching the coffee can to his other hand, hiding his bruised hand into his jacket. “fuck, the rain really came down, didn’t it?”

“i’m sorry,” jimin said. yoongi turned to look at him. “i didn’t—i’m sorry.”

“are you apologizing on behalf of that asshole? how noble of you,” yoongi scoffed, turning away from jimin, and towards the window. “what did you even see in him?”

jimin shrugged. “i don’t know. i guess i just—i don’t know. i thought he was someone else. someone better than the asshole he truly was. it’s stupid.”

“you know that you didn’t have to come up with a lie to hurt him, right?” yoongi said, glancing over at jimin. “losing you will hurt him the most.”

jimin swallowed, feeling his heart flutter again. “is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“well, it isn’t an insult.”

jimin leaned forward, his grip tightening around the arm rest, knowing he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself. he wanted to, didn’t he? he wanted to forget everything. he was getting closer and closer—until yoongi stopped him. 

“you don’t want to do that,” yoongi said softly, his voice making jimin hold his breath. yoongi chuckled as his eyes moved down to jimin’s lips. “as much as i really want to kiss you, angel face. i rather kiss you because you want to kiss me, not because you want to use me.”

“he did not!” taehyung gasped as he hid behind jimin’s stuffed bear. “did he really say that?”

jimin groaned as he fell back against his bed, hearing taehyung giggle as he moved closer to jimin. “i’m an idiot, tae. i’m the world’s biggest idiot! not only do i date a stupid asshole for six months but then i try to find a rebound with my frenemy!”

taehyung laughed as he pulled his legs against his chest, leaning his chin on his knee. “forget about that idiot, we’re done with him. let’s discuss min yoongi!” taehyung smiled. “i can’t believe he admitted to wanting to kiss you. to kiss you, jimin!”

“he also called me out on wanting to use him!” jimin sighed, sitting up on the bed. “and he’s right, tae. i did want to use him. i wanted to forget that shitty day and he called me out on it. that’s the most annoying part! i hate him.”

“no, you don’t, minnie. i think you’re finally realizing what kind of person yoongi really is,” taehyung giggled. he poked jimin’s thigh. “you know. he has a basketball game in two weeks. we should go.”

jimin glared at taehyung. “no, thanks!” he got up from the bed, despite the idea hanging in the air. a basketball game? what time? what day?

“oh, come on! this could be the start of something,” taehyung following jimin around his bedroom, pouting slightly. “it might even be more than—“

jimin turned around, pressing his finger to taehyung’s lips. “don’t say it,” jimin frowned. “i might gag at the idea. it’s not—i don’t like him, okay? and even if i did go to the basketball game, i’d only go to mock him at how ridiculous he looks.”

“it’s at friday at 6 pm,” taehyung mumbled against jimin’s finger. “i’ll pick you up.”

jimin will never admit it out loud but he’s nervous. so unbelievably nervous that he took longer than he expected to get ready, making them a little late to the game. 

“hurry, hurry!” taehyung called out as jimin walked behind him. they smile politely at the people they block as they climb up the bleachers, jimin huffing out of breath. “hey hyungs!”

jimin furrowed his eyebrows, surprised to find namjoon and seokjin. “hyungs? i didn’t know you liked sports?”

“we don’t,” seokjin laughed, removing their jackets for them to sit next to them. taehyung smiled, sitting next to jimin. “but it’s hoseok’s first game as coach so we came out to support him.”

“how are they doing? we would’ve been here earlier but someone had a fashion crisis,” taehyung teased, smiling at jimin before turning towards namjoon. namjoon fell into a deep explanation of the game, an explanation that jimin had no intention of listening to—so he looked around the basketball court, heart speeding up as he searched for yoongi. he wasn’t sure what jimin expected. would yoongi flip him off? probably. would he ignore jimin? most likely. 

jimin sighed, looking down at his black jeans. they were his good jeans. why did jimin put on his good jeans for someone who will most likely flip him off? that’s the million dollar question, wasn’t it? even after two weeks, jimin still didn’t have the answer. or did he? fuck, he didn’t know. if he could just—

wait a minute. something was off. 

“uh, taehyung?” jimin leaned into taehyung. “what number did you say yoongi played?”

“seven, why?”

“he’s not playing,” jimin said, hearing the disappointment in his voice. he looked again and again around the court but he couldn’t find yoongi. jimin then turned to the bench, wondering if he was still on the bench or if they switched him out. “i don’t think he’s here.”

“who?” seokjin asked. 

jimin turned to look at seokjin. “yoongi.”

seokjin glanced at namjoon before returning his gaze at jimin. “didn’t you hear? yoongi got suspended for the rest of the season.”

“what!” jimin and taehyung exclaimed. 

jimin stared at seokjin in disbelief. had it been the fight? it had to be the fight. what did yoongi say to heebyun before they fought? 

‘listen, heebyun, i have a basketball game that i really want to play so why don’t you fucking back off, hm?’

jimin’s heart fell to his stomach, making him feel nauseous. seokjin looked from taehyung to jimin. “it was a hard decision that hoseok had to make, especially with yoongi being one of their star players. but hoseok isn’t the head coach so he couldn’t say much. yoongi and jungkook usually lead the play but now it’s only jungkook on the court so they’ve been having trouble taking control.”

taehyung pouted. “poor kookie.” he shook his head, looking at seokjin. “where’s yoongi? has anyone seen him?”

seokjin shook his head. “hoseok said he texted him before the game for him to at least watch from the bleachers but he didn’t answer back.”

jimin looked down at his feet, taking a wild guess where the man might be. he sighed, getting up from his seat, and running down the bleachers without another word. taehyung called out to him but jimin just kept running. 

how dare he? how dare yoongi try to take the blame for all this stupidity? how dare he accept any ramifications? this wasn’t his fault. fuck, he never would’ve been involved if jimin hadn’t said anything. 

why did jimin say something? what was he thinking? they were supposed to dislike each other. fight with each other, bicker at each other. yoongi wasn’t supposed to stand up for jimin and take the punishment for doing so. yoongi wasn’t supposed to make jimin feel guilty for involving him. 

stupid brain. 

none of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for jimin’s brain thinking of yoongi. yoongi’s kind smile, yoongi’s soft eyes, yoongi’s sweet laugh. 

“ya!” jimin screamed out as he ran towards the bridge, finding yoongi leaned against the railing, cigarette in between his fingers. 

yoongi lifted his head. “did you just ‘ya’ me? i’m older than you, punk.”

jimin huffed as he ran over to yoongi, frowning. feeling a mix of emotions coursing through him now that he was here. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

yoongi inhaled his cigarette. “what do you want? have another ex to lie to?”

“just shut up and come with me,” jimin grabbed the cigarette, dropping it on the floor, and putting it out. 

“jimin, what the fuck! that’s my last one!”

“that’s not shutting up!” jimin grabbed yoongi’s hand, pulling him along as he started to run back to the basketball game. 

“jimin! are you fucking kidding me? where are you taking me!” yoongi said, trying to pull out of jimin’s hold. “let me go!”

“no, not until i get you back in the game!” jimin said, shaking his head. “this is stupid, you didn’t have anything to do with it!”

yoongi stopped them from running, making jimin huff as he almost fell. “is that what this is about? you feeling guilty about me getting suspended?”

“yes,” jimin turned around, refusing to loosen his grip on yoongi’s hand. “yes, it is. yoongi, you’ve been nothing but sweet and understanding that i don’t want you to be suspended from playing. you love basketball, you love your team, and you love looking forward to playing. i’m not going to let heebyun—or anyone for that matter—take that away from you!”

yoongi scoffed as he shook his head. “why?”

“what?”

“why? why do you care?”

jimin stared at yoongi. “i don’t—i don’t know,” he said honestly. “but it sounded cool, didn’t it?”

“just shut up and run.”

jimin smiled, nodding before they started running again. yoongi smiled at him, shaking his head as they approached the gym. 

“do you have a plan?”

“yes, of course i do!”

“what is it?”

jimin pulled yoongi into the gym, hoseok turning to look at them, eyes widening. hoseok immediately walked over to them. 

“jimin, what’s going on?”

“coach,” jimin said, hoping the title would give him some brownie points. he ignored the scoff from yoongi. “you have to let yoongi play. he didn’t do anything! he’s completely innocent!”

yoongi looked at jimin. “that’s your big plan?”

hoseok sighed as he looked around, gesturing for them to talk somewhere else, somewhere private. jimin pulled yoongi along with him, despite the man groaning. 

“look, jimin. i’d love to lift yoongi’s suspension but i’m just the assistant coach. the head coach doesn’t come back until next week and the dean of discipline asked me to take action. even if i wanted to contest it, i couldn’t. yoongi knows the rules and he broke them. he punched another student in front of a crowd, there were witnesses. there’s nothing i can do.”

“can i go now?” yoongi sighed. 

“no,” jimin replied. he frowned at yoongi before turning to hoseok. “coach, i know that he punched someone. i was there. but he was defending me from heebyun. heebyun. heebyun was saying a lot of disgusting insults and yoongi put an end to it. while i agree that violence is never the answer—“

“i’m sorry but who’s side are you on?” yoongi mumbled. 

jimin glared at him. “anyway!” he turned back to hoseok. “this game is too important to let some asshole like heebyun ruin it. yoongi is an amazing, talented, key player. i know it and coach, you know it too. so let him play. i’ll take the punishment.”

“what?” hoseok and yoongi said. 

“i’ll talk to the dean of discipline. i’ll take the punishment, i don’t care. yoongi isn’t to blame. he—he just,” jimin looked over at yoongi. “he did something nice for someone who tried to use him and it backfired in his face. i don’t want him to think that i’m—he didn’t do anything wrong. so please, please let him play.”

hoseok sighed, looking from yoongi to jimin. “fine,” he said. jimin’s eyes widened, about to let out a squeak when hoseok lifted a hand. “but! you let me talk to the dean instead. there’s no need for you to do that. you’re both innocent.”

yoongi smiled slightly. “i’m in?”

“yes, so go change, quickly!” hoseok said. 

yoongi laughed in disbelief, nodding. “thank you!” he said, running towards the lockers then stopping. jimin smiled at him, wondering why he stopped. 

“hurry!” jimin said. “before hoseok changes his—“ he felt his heart stopping as he felt yoongi press his lips against jimin’s cheek. 

yoongi pulled away slightly, jimin turning to look at him. “thank you,” yoongi whispered. “wait for me at the bridge after the game.”

jimin felt his cheeks warming up. “okay,” he whispered. yoongi chuckled, squeezing jimin’s hand, before running towards the lockers. 

“oh my!” taehyung squeaked, appearing from around the corner. jimin smiled from ear to ear as taehyung ran over to him. “that was so romantic! the way you offered to take the blame!”

jimin giggled as he shook his head. taehyung and jimin walked back to the bleachers, making their way over to seokjin and namjoon, who were grinning at jimin. 

“okay, why is everyone looking at me like that?” jimin groaned, despite his cheeks blushing as he settled back into his seat. 

“as if you didn’t just save the game?” namjoon said, laughing as he gave jimin a thumbs up. 

“we also might’ve seen that kiss,” seokjin whispered. 

jimin’s eyes widened, turning away just as yoongi was running towards his team. hoseok whispered something to yoongi, yoongi nodding before running to take a seat on the bench. 

“tae?” jimin asked, grabbing onto taehyung’s hand for support. had hoseok changed his mind?

“they’re probably going to switch him with someone,” taehyung explained. “with whoever took yoongi’s place.” he squeezed jimin’s hand. “this is so exciting! i can’t wait for you to see yoongi and jungkook play together. they’re amazing!”

jimin smiled as he nodded. yoongi stretched in his place, hoseok saying something to yoongi, making the man smile his pretty, gummy smile. 

jimin bit his bottom lip, taking in the view of yoongi in his uniform. he wasn’t sure why he never noticed before just how handsome yoongi was. how broad he was, how slim and toned he was. his hair being held back by a black headband. his uniform was red and white, representing the university’s school colors. 

yoongi turned around, looking around until he spotted jimin. jimin froze immediately, yoongi smiling as he waved. jimin was about to wave when seokjin and namjoon waved at him. 

“good luck!” seokjin shouted. 

yoongi smiled wider, giving seokjin a thumbs up. taehyung snickered, elbowing jimin’s side, making jimin glare at him. 

“shut up,” jimin mumbled. 

hoseok called yoongi to his side, another team member running to the side of the court. yoongi and the player nodded at each other before yoongi ran out onto the court, jimin leaning forward, following yoongi with his eyes. 

“there’s not much time left,” taehyung mumbled to himself. “come on, come on.”

before jimin knew it, the game became more and more interesting. he kept asking taehyung and namjoon questions about the game. finding himself screaming and shouting with the crowd, frowning whenever the other team stole the ball. 

“min yoongi!” jimin screamed as yoongi stole the ball from the other team, running towards his hoop. “run faster! go! you can do it!”

taehyung screamed along with jimin, yoongi passing the ball to jungkook. jungkook faked out the guy following him, threw the ball back at yoongi. yoongi jumped, throwing the ball, jimin held his breath, eyes widening as the ball went in. 

“fuck yes!” taehyung screamed. jimin laughed as he shook his head, in disbelief. 

yoongi turned towards the bleachers, smiling straight at jimin. 

fuck. 

jimin blinked, feeling his heart beating fast in his chest as he stared at yoongi. 

woah. 

jimin dropped some koi food into the water, smiling as the koi fish all came over to eat it. he dropped some more, leaning his cheek against his knuckles, listening to the crickets in the distance. 

“hey.”

jimin turned to look at yoongi. sweaty locks being pushed back by a different headband. hands inside his black jacket. he looked so attractive. jimin bit his bottom lip, nodding at him. 

“you actually showed up,” yoongi said as he slowly walked his way over to jimin. “if i’m honest, i didn’t think you’d want to see me. especially after everything that happened.”

jimin winced, looking over at yoongi. “listen, about that—i’ve been thinking and i might’ve come up with a plan that i know will work. i’m thinking of asking the girl who heebyun cheated on me with to testify. she’ll tell the dean of discipline what happened and then i’ll give him my story. i can also cry! when we were freshmen in highschool, taehyung and i would have contests to see who could cry the fastest and i won every time. just—i promise to fix this!” jimin said without stopping for a breath. 

yoongi looked at him with a soft gaze, smiling that inviting gummy smile of his. jimin has always hated it—he’s never given jimin that smile unless jimin was annoyed. but this time, jimin didn’t hate it. if anything, he found it really pretty. “jimin,” yoongi said softly, barely above a whisper. “it’s fine.”

“no, no, it’s not. i dragged you into this mess and it’s not fair. i should face some disciplinary consequences too. maybe i could—uh—i don’t know? clean out the entire basement or something! i just don’t want you to—i don’t want you to hate me anymore,” jimin said, feeling his chest tightening as he heard himself finally admit the last part. hate. he doesn’t want yoongi to hate him. he doesn’t want yoongi to think jimin was just using him. when did it all start to blend together? jimin had started with a clear, straight line between yoongi and jimin. but now it was all blending together and jimin didn’t know where to go, what to think. all he knew was that he didn’t want yoongi to hate him. 

yoongi scoffed as he looked down. “you think i hate you?” he asked. “jimin, that’s not—of course i don’t hate you!”

“don’t do that. don’t make it seem like all of this was just in my head,” jimin shook his head. “if not hate, then dislike. i know you can’t stand me, yoongi. you’ve told me hundreds of times!”

yoongi laughed, almost as if in disbelief. “well, yeah? you do stupid shit like saying you’d take the blame for something that isn’t your fault! but that doesn’t me that i hate you, park.”

“it is my fault, i involved you—“

“i let you involve me,” yoongi said, pressing his elbow against jimin’s as he leaned against the bridge, sighing. “jimin, i knew the consequences i would face the moment i stood up from my seat to stop you. i also knew that if i didn’t get up, heebyun would think he won. but he didn’t. i told you, jimin. heebyun lost the moment he cheated on you—no, the moment he betrayed your trust.”

jimin turned to look at yoongi, his eyes moving over yoongi’s face, trying to find a sign of teasing or mocking but there was nothing but sincerity. “i find you insufferable,” he said softly. “i don’t know what changed but i can’t stop thinking about you, yoongi. these past two weeks, all i wanted to do was see you again. what about you?”

“do you remember that IOU?” yoongi asked. jimin nodded. “i’m cashing in my favor. i need you to promise me that you’ll stop blaming yourself for this. you need to move on. not for heebyun, not for me, but for you. you deserve that much.”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“get a clue, min. i already told you how i felt,” yoongi said. “but i don’t like to be used, especially to get over shitty breakups.”

jimin nodded. “you also said that you wanted to kiss me.”

“but i won’t if you plan to use me.”

jimin shook his head, leaning in slowly. yoongi’s eyes moved down to jimin’s lips, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smirk. “you said to kiss you only when i want to kiss you,” he smiled softly. “well, i really, really, really want to kiss you, min yoongi. should i stop leaning forward?”

“you’re so annoying,” yoongi scoffed, smirking before closing off their distance and pressing his lips against jimin’s. jimin smiled into the kiss, taking a step closer. 

for a two weeks, jimin has been going back and forth about his feelings for yoongi. but it wasn’t until he felt yoongi’s arms wrapping around his waist, bracing him strongly against the bridge—that jimin finally realized something. 

only in the presence of yoongi was jimin allowed to be who he wanted to be. only with yoongi was jimin able to fight and bicker until his face turned blue. only with yoongi did jimin find it so unbelievably easy to talk every single problem out. 

there was taehyung, yes. but taehyung will always be his exception, his soulmate. 

yoongi was different. always has been. jimin was jimin with yoongi. and for a long time, that scared jimin. it scared jimin to know that yoongi gave him that much strength. but not anymore. now he embraced it. he kissed it. finally letting go of all those fears. 

jimin pulled away from the kiss, a small breeze making him shiver as he leaned more against the bridge. yoongi was caging him against the edge, breathing fast as his dark eyes stared at him. 

“are you sure this is what you want?” yoongi said as he leaned his forehead against jimin’s. “you’re a lot of things, park jimin, but an impulsive dummy is not one of them. you think shit through, you make pros and cons lists, you weigh your options. if this is an impulsive decision, just tell me now before we keep going.”

jimin laughed, shaking his head. “i want this, yoongi.” his eyes moving from yoongi’s lips to eyes. “i want you.”

yoongi smiled wider. “fuck, that’s such a good answer.” he quickly dove down, capturing jimin’s lips again, and kissing him. 

“music therapy,” jimin repeated, his legs stretched over yoongi’s lap. “that’s seriously what you want to do?”

yoongi laughed as his knuckles stopped caressing jimin’s thighs. “what’s wrong with that?” he asked, turning to look at jimin. 

“nothing! i’m just trying to think of how i’m going to catch up to you,” jimin sighed, leaning his head back against the window, feeling himself pout. “you know what you want to do and you’re determined. if i’m going to be a therapist’s partner, i need to study something important too.”

yoongi smiled widely, from ear to ear, laughing as he continued to caress the inside of jimin’s thighs. “trust me, angel face, whatever major you decide will be just fine. hopefully, after a couple years of schooling and hours of supervised work experience, i can be a music therapist.”

“but you love it?”

“i do, yeah. i love learning about the human mind and how one decision can lead to another,” yoongi said with a smile, his eyes beaming. “i love knowing that i won’t have to pick between music and helping others. music has this innocent ability of healing people and i just find that to be very rewarding, you know? just knowing that you helped someone heal even if it’s small.”

jimin smiled softly. “i never noticed before but you do love that, don’t you? helping people out. you helped jungkook when he first got into the higher ranks of basketball. you helped taehyung constantly with tutoring. you didn’t hesitate to help clean out an old classroom. and when your one and only frenemy asked you for help, you helped him. you’re actually a decent guy, huh, min?”

yoongi chuckled, his palms slowly sliding to jimin’s ankles, spreading his legs as he slowly crawled between. jimin swallowed, watching as yoongi slowly moved closer to him, pressing their bodies together. “you finally noticed.”

“sorry it took so long, i was distracted by your acts of kindness hidden behind such annoying charm,” jimin smiled, sliding one of his legs up and around yoongi’s waist, pulling his body closer. 

yoongi scoffed as he shook his head, leaning down to kiss jimin’s nose. “you made it so hard to be nice to you. always took my word for the worst,” he said. “i’m slightly offended.”

jimin leaned forward, kissing yoongi slowly, his hands sliding over his shoulders, fingers locking behind yoongi’s neck. yoongi kissed him back, his hands sliding up and down jimin’s thighs, jimin’s head slightly hitting the car window. 

“fucking in a car,” jimin said as he pulled away slightly, pressing his lips against yoongi’s jawline. “always seems so easy in movies.”

yoongi laughed breathlessly, grabbing jimin’s hips, yanking the man further down the back seat. jimin squealed, bracing the back of his head. “oops,” yoongi said. 

“oops? you almost hit the back of my—“ jimin’s words were caught off by yoongi kissing him again, his tongue slowly slipping into jimin’s mouth, taking control of the kiss. 

jimin melted immediately, closing his eyes as he tried to follow along. it was like yoongi was the expert and jimin the mindless follower. he tried to keep up but yoongi was kissing him like no one else, his tongue sliding over his teeth, gliding over jimin’s own tongue. even yoongi’s hands moved on their own, spreading jimin’s legs apart, sliding his palm over jimin’s crotch, getting a moan from the man. 

“i’m sorry,” yoongi said as he pulled away, nibbling at jimin’s ear. “aren’t you glad i can apologize like that now?”

“cocky bastard,” jimin just huffed, cheeks blushing as he heard himself breathing fast. 

yoongi grinned, kissing jimin’s ear then down his neck. his hand was teasing jimin’s hardening cock, palming him over the jeans, teasing the head. jimin moaned louder, hips thrusting up against yoongi’s touch. 

“what do you want to be?” yoongi whispered in jimin’s ear, his warm hand slipping into jimin’s jeans, slowly taking him out and over his pants. “tell me, let me hear your voice.”

jimin could feel his heart beating fast, looking up at yoongi, who still had his hair pushed back by the headband, licking over his pretty, pink lips. “i,” he said, yoongi moving his hand up, making jimin gasp. yoongi gave him an apologetic look, despite the smirk. “i think i—i want to be a digital designer.”

yoongi nodded, leaning back down to press a line of kisses to jimin’s neck, pumping his hand up and down jimin’s dick. “why that?” he asked, his voice coming out deeper. 

jimin moaned as he slowly rolled his hips up from the car seat, following yoongi’s hand. “i—i love—i love designing products. i designed—fuck—i can’t,” jimin whined, eyes slightly rolling as yoongi bit down on his neck, his hand moving faster, thumb teasing over jimin’s tip. 

“yes, yes, you can,” yoongi licked over the mark, lips smiling over jimin’s skin. “come on, angel face. tell me what you designed.”

jimin gripped onto yoongi’s shoulders, arching his hips forward as yoongi moved faster and faster, sucking and kissing jimin’s skin. “i designed—ah—taehyung’s art—fuck,” jimin pulled yoongi closer, head thrown back as he closed his eyes. he held onto the car door, mouth opening with broken moans as he felt yoongi moved down his body. “art display. we—we drew up—shit!”

jimin gasped, lifting his head, eyes opening as he felt yoongi taking his cock into his mouth. he watched as yoongi slowly moved his head up and down his length, eyes hooding slightly. yoongi slowly massaged jimin’s balls, eyes telling jimin to continue. but fuck, how could he? 

“he asked me to design—fuck, yoongi,” jimin moaned as he felt yoongi’s hand slide under jimin’s shirt, fingers moving over his skin until they met jimin’s nipples. yoongi pinched and tugged them until they hardened, taking more of jimin into his mouth. “i can’t—need you—ah, please—i’m close!”

yoongi pinched jimin’s nipples harder, making jimin whimper. jimin took it as a silent call for him to continue. jimin whined, eyes closing as he slowly moved his hips, rocking them against yoongi’s mouth. yoongi’s warm tongue felt so fucking good as he moved it up and down his length, over jimin’s slit, and around the sides. 

“to design the pamphlet,” jimin mumbled, his stomach contracting as he got closer to cumming. “to—and—uh—shit, i’m going to cum!”

yoongi hallowed his cheeks, sliding jimin in all the way, jimin cumming as he gasped loudly, fingers slipping into yoongi’s damp hair. “fuck, fuck.”

yoongi sucked jimin’s softening dick, not pulling away until he sucked jimin dry. jimin panted fast, head spinning as he pulled yoongi up to kiss him, pulling him by the hair. 

jimin didn’t miss the smirk on yoongi’s face before their lips met again. this time jimin led the kiss, fingers loosening around his hair as he kissed yoongi. the kiss was sloppy, their teeth clanking a couple times, but jimin didn’t care. his hands were falling from yoongi’s hair and immediately removing his pants. jimin sucked on yoongi’s tongue, tasting himself and those pesky cigarettes that yoongi was so fond of. his hands quickly found yoongi’s erected penis, curling up against his stomach, leaking pre-cum. jimin couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as he wrapped his hand around yoongi, feeling how long and thick he was. yoongi was so hard, so responsive to jimin’s touch. 

jimin had to pull away from the kiss, feeling a little too breathless. he slowly tested the waters, moving his hand down to the base, trying to see just how long yoongi was. 

“jimin,” yoongi said, sounding a little too blissful. “i just—i just remembered something.”

jimin’s chest was moving fast, lips tingling from their kiss. “yeah?”

“there’s no lube and condom in my car.”

“i don’t see why you’re grumpy,” yoongi said as he placed the plate of wings in front of jimin. “at least you got to cum.”

jimin glared up yoongi, crossing his arms. “exactly! you got the upper hand and i didn’t.”

“more like a sticky hand, er, mouth.”

“i want to give you a blowjob too!” jimin said, pounding his fist onto the table.

yoongi laughed as he pushed the plate of wings towards jimin. “we can’t do everything in one night, jimin. eat up,” he said. “i always eat wings whenever i lose a game.”

jimin sighed as he picked up the plastic gloves that yoongi had set aside for him. he put them on, picking up a wing, and biting it. “are you sad that you lost? i know how much you looked forward to playing.” he asked softly. 

yoongi shook his head, opening jimin’s beer, and sliding it to him. “not really. i got in the game too late and the other team was way ahead of us,” he smiled at jimin. “but in some ways, i won tonight.”

jimin felt his heart flutter, looking away with a scoff. yoongi chuckled as he grabbed jimin’s beer, taking a sip. jimin ate his wings silently, occasionally feeding yoongi a couple bites of them. 

“i want to be a digital designer,” jimin said, this time a little more coherent. yoongi leaned his head against the table, staring at jimin with soft eyes. “i like helping someone, like taehyung, get their product out there. i like the advertising aspect and i like being creative with my own projects. when i applied to university, i was undeclared. for the longest time, i didn’t know what i wanted to be and do.”

“what changed your mind?”

“as cheesy as it sounds, you did,” jimin said, smiling at yoongi. yoongi scoffed as he gave jimin a look. “i’m serious! do you remember the day we met?”

“that day is unforgettable, it’s not every day some random guy starts yelling at you for ruining his ass model.”

jimin smiled as he nodded, remembering that day perfectly. the day of all days. “i was on my way to this anatomy class, dreadful class—the professor was boring and spoke so slow that the hours felt like centuries! but anyway, we had to create a model of the human body, and we all drew out parts. of course, i get stuck with the ass!”

“i mean,” yoongi said, his eyes moving down jimin’s body. “it makes sense, angel baby. your ass is fucking amazing.”

jimin rolled his eyes. “stop trying to flirt with me, you ruined my blowjob.” yoongi laughed as he nodded, gesturing for jimin to go on. “so i was on my way to that class, already embarrassed by my stupid ass model, thinking that i might want to be a plastic surgeon when you crashed into me.”

“technically speaking, you crashed into me,” yoongi said. “i was going down the stairs, i had the right of passage.”

jimin scoffed. “what? no. you crashed into me!”

“baby, we’ve been arguing about this for years. i doubt we’ll agree now,” yoongi chuckled. “how did i help you?”

jimin smiled, taking off his gloves, and picking up the beer can. he took a couple more gulps before sighing. “you completely destroyed my model, i got a fail for that class, and my plastic surgeon dreams were crushed.”

“i crushed your dreams? that’s so sad, no wonder you hated me.”

jimin laughed as he shook his head. “no, i was crying over my failed class when i ran into jungkook. he was putting up some posters about looking for a digital designer and it just—i don’t know—it clicked. is that stupid?”

“of course not,” yoongi lifted his head, smiling at jimin. “i think it’s beautiful, really. i remember seeing the website design you created for the school library. i liked the old one better but the new one was pretty amazing, too.”

“hey!”

“i’m sorry! you changed the layout of how to find books and i couldn’t find the one i was looking for,” yoongi teased. jimin giggled as he shook his head. “i guess this—us—it was a long time coming, wasn’t it?”

jimin swallowed, feeling his heart fluttering again as yoongi smiled at him. “is that how you feel?”

“is that not,” yoongi looked away shyly, scratching the back of his head. he looked so cute, jimin wanted to coo at him. “is that not how you feel?”

jimin chuckled. “it is, yeah.”

yoongi sighed as he nodded. “jimin?”

“yeah?”

“there’s lube and condoms in my bedroom.”

jimin laughed as he covered his face with his hand. “seriously?”

“i know it’s not my best one liner but i really want to fuck you,” yoongi said, his eyes darkening slightly. 

jimin got up from his chair, holding out his hand. yoongi looked down at it before taking it. jimin felt his entire body warming as he attempted to find his way around the apartment. after getting lost two times, yoongi laughed before taking the lead. 

jimin stepped faster in their stride and hugged yoongi from behind. yoongi chuckled, sliding his hands over jimin’s. 

“can i—can i call you ‘hyung?’” jimin asked as he placed his chin against yoongi’s shoulder. 

yoongi opened the bedroom door, jimin keeping his eyes on yoongi. “i don’t see why you couldn’t. i’ve asked you several times, brat.”

“yeah, but i didn’t want to,” jimin giggled. yoongi turned around, his eyes glaring at him for a few seconds before softening again. 

the men stopped at the end of the bed, jimin swallowing nervously as he looked up at yoongi. yoongi smiled before holding his waist. 

“long time coming, huh?” jimin said softly. “does that mean you always saw us as the endgame?”

“no, yes—it depends on whether you annoyed me that day,” yoongi said, smiling as he pressed a kiss to jimin’s lips. “but i knew i wanted to try, even if it only lasted a day.”

jimin let out a soft sigh. “fuck, that’s such a good answer.” he wrapped his arms around yoongi’s neck, pulling him closer to him. the two of them kissed for a while, jimin closing his eyes. he could feel yoongi’s hands sliding from his waist up to his stomach over to his rib cage and then back down. with every touch, jimin kissed yoongi harder, faster. until yoongi pulled away from the kiss, smiling softly. 

“lay down and undress for me, baby, while i go get some lube,” yoongi whispered, pressing another kiss before walking away. jimin let out a shaky sigh before looking around the bedroom, unbuckling his jeans. he noticed some pictures hanging from the walls, a shelf with minimal decorations on it. there was a record player in one corner, a wooden box filled with records. jimin smiled to himself. there was so much about yoongi that he wanted to know. so many questions left unanswered. 

jimin stepped out of his jeans and put them on the couch. he made his way over to the bed, sliding his hand over the blanket of the bed, feeling the softness against his fingers. he pulled his shirt over his head, shivering from the cold. this was yoongi’s bedroom. 

jimin laid on his back, threading the blanket between his fingers, eyes moving from one side of the bedroom to the other. he wondered what taehyung was doing. was he with jungkook? or had he gone home to finish some assignments? taehyung was going to lose it when jimin tells him about tonight. tonight. jimin bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile. 

his eyes slowly moved to the bathroom, watching as the light turned off, yoongi stepping outside with a bottle of lube. yoongi was still fully dressed, making jimin blush for some reason as the man made his way back. 

“everything okay?” yoongi asked, pressing his knees to the bed, warm hands sliding off jimin’s forgotten socks. jimin warmed even more as yoongi grabbed his ankles, spreading jimin open, just like he’d done in the car. he placed his knee on the bed, the bed dipping slightly, eyebrows rising. “do you want to stop?”

jimin shook his head. “no,” he said. “it’s just—i’m nervous.”

yoongi nodded, putting the lube aside before crawling up towards jimin. he placed his palm on the side of jimin’s face, his thumb caressing his skin. “we don’t have to do this,” he whispered. “we can stop, we don’t have to do everything tonight if you’re not ready.”

jimin smiled, turning his head slightly to kiss yoongi’s wrist. “i want to do this,” jimin said. “i just—i’m so used to disliking you that i just—you’re hot. that’s what i’m trying to say. you’re really sexy.”

yoongi laughed as he leaned down, kissing jimin before pulling alway. “you’re hot too, min. always drove me crazy by how much i wanted to kiss you,” he slid his hand over jimin’s hip, making jimin shiver. “how much i wanted to touch you, tease you, edge you, fuck you. you just loved riling me up and i hate to admit that i loved it too.”

jimin swallowed, feeling a surge of confidence sparking in him. he placed his palm on yoongi’s chest, pushing him until yoongi got the hint, and flipped them over. yoongi huffed as he fell into the pillows, jimin’s legs on either side of yoongi’s lap. 

“let me,” jimin licked over his lips, catching the way yoongi glanced down at them. “i—i want this too. let me—can i show you?”

yoongi chuckled, his hands placing on jimin’s thighs, thumbs caressing the inside. “of course,” he said. “i’m all yours now, angel face.”

jimin blushed as he avoided yoongi’s honest gaze, looking around for the bottle of lube. “you’re so,” jimin huffed as he looked down at yoongi. “were you always this cheesy?”

“does it bother you?” yoongi sat up, jimin turned to look at him. their faces just a couple inches away. jimin felt his heart skip. 

“no, i like it,” jimin looked down at yoongi’s lips. “i’ve never had someone so—so caring?”

yoongi smiled as he pressed a kiss to jimin’s cheek. “angel face, how many times do i have to remind you that you deserve the best?” he asked, his hands sliding over to jimin’s ass, squeezing his cheeks before massaging them over, making jimin gasp as he arched back into his touch. “you deserve to be happy.”

jimin dug his face into yoongi’s neck, arms wrapping around yoongi. “you deserve to be happy too,” he said. 

yoongi hummed. “i am happy,” he said. 

“now i’m really riding you,” jimin said, pushing yoongi back down, his eyes watering as he watched yoongi fall back onto the bed, laughing. “making me all hot and bothered with your sweet talk.”

“you’re cute, min,” yoongi said between his laughs, hands on jimin’s thighs again. “let me see you, then. let me see how you prepare yourself for me.”

jimin blushed as he nodded, grabbing the lube, pouring some on his fingers, placing one hand on yoongi’s chest, using it to hold himself steady as he reached back, gasping as he teased his rim first, mouth opening. 

“talk to me,” yoongi said, his hands moving up and down jimin’s thighs. “tell me what you’re doing. let me hear your voice.”

jimin let out a huff, eyes hooding as he slowly slipped just the tips of two fingers. “i’m—uh—i’m trying to get two fingers in,” he said. 

“two fingers already? aren’t we being ambitious?” yoongi said, one of his hands sliding up jimin’s thighs, over his abdomen, up over his chest, and coming over jimin’s jawline. “put them in when i tell you.”

jimin’s arm tensed, stopping himself from sliding his fingers in. he breathed a little fast, feeling as yoongi slid his fingers over jimin’s lips. he looked down at yoongi, wondering what the man was planning. yoongi parted jimin’s lips, grinning as he raised an eyebrow. 

“open,” yoongi said. jimin opened his mouth, eyes closing as he felt yoongi slip his fingers into his mouth, immediately wrapping his tongue around them. jimin moaned softly, sucking and licking his fingers. he could feel yoongi twitching underneath, dick liking the sensation. yoongi chuckled as he slid his fingers even deeper, jimin gagging, eyes opening as yoongi slipped them out. he blinked a couple times. 

yoongi slid his fingers around jimin’s body, his wet fingers sliding over jimin’s. “ready?” he asked. jimin’s eyes widened as he realized what yoongi wanted to do. 

“i—uh—i’m,” jimin swallowed before nodding. “yeah, i’m ready.”

yoongi chuckled. “you first, baby. sliding your fingers in slowly. let yourself get used to the stretch,” he instructed. jimin nodded, doing as told, and slipping his fingers in. he moaned as he felt a bit discomfort. yoongi nodded, sitting up slightly to press comforting kisses against jimin’s chest. “that’s it, take your time.”

jimin arched his ass some more, giving himself more room to slip his fingers out before sliding them back in, moving them around to stretch himself out. “fuck, it—fuck—it feels so good.”

“take them out, let me pour more lube on them,” yoongi said. jimin nodded, doing as told. he smiled to himself as he felt yoongi pouring more lube on his fingers and ass. “put three this time, if you can.”

jimin nodded, letting out a shaky breath, and slipping in three fingers. he threw his head back as his hips slowly started moving against his fingers. in and out, jimin pumped his fingers in and out of him, moaning as he felt the pain mixing in with pleasure. yoongi’s mouth attempting to distract him, kissing and sucking marks on his skin. 

“tell me when to slip mine,” yoongi whispered. “at your pace, baby.”

jimin closed his eyes, dick leaking on his stomach as he started to get lost in his own pleasure. he curled his fingers, moving back and forth even faster, stretching himself more for yoongi. 

“now,” jimin whimpered. “fuck, now, now. please, i can’t—fuck.”

yoongi licked over jimin’s nipple, making jimin moan louder. yoongi sucked his bud as he slipped his own fingers into jimin. jimin threw his head back, moaning louder and louder as they both fucked into jimin’s ass, stimulating him over and over. jimin’s dick throbbed from the pleasure, feeling as yoongi poured more lubricant over jimin, making the glide more easier to fuck in and out of him. jimin was laying over yoongi’s chest now, ass in the air as they both fucked into jimin at different speeds and punctures, making jimin whimper and moan loudly. 

“please,” jimin felt his eyes brimming with tears. “please, please fuck me, hyung. need you to make me—please—fuck—wanna cum with you in me.”

yoongi used his other hand to lift jimin’s head, his glossy eyes meeting yoongi’s soft gaze. he leaned down to kiss jimin’s lips. “on your back,” he said between kisses. 

jimin nodded, whimpering as they pulled out of jimin. he gently laid on the bed, breathing fast as yoongi got off the bed, taking off his own clothes. jimin licked over his lips, watching as yoongi undressed. jimin caught the healing bruises on yoongi’s fist, making his chest tightened as he remembered everything from a couple weeks ago. 

yoongi came back on the bed, hovering above jimin, smiling as he brushed over jimin’s sweaty locks. “we seriously need a shower after this,” he mumbled. 

jimin looked up at yoongi, wrapping one leg around yoongi’s waist, pulling the man closer to him. he closed off their distance, kissing yoongi slower than any of their other kisses. jimin tried to thank him, apologize to him, show him how grateful he was. jimin might’ve gotten his heart broken but he also found something else. something that jimin didn’t know he was missing. 

yoongi pulled away from the kiss, chuckling as he nudged jimin’s nose with his own. “fine, we can take a bath.”

“yoongi?”

“yeah?”

jimin smiled softly. “why do you call me ‘angel face?’”

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” yoongi laughed as he lifted the condom. “just as i’m about to open this?”

jimin nodded. “is it because i’m pretty?”

“look at you, being so self aware,” yoongi teased. “if i’m honest, yes. i wish there was a deeper meaning but there isn’t. i saw how much it annoyed you so i just kept calling you ‘angel face.’”

“i like it,” jimin said. yoongi nodded with a smile. he gave jimin a suspicious look before ripping the condom and sliding it over his dick. jimin waited until yoongi was inside him before talking again. “which is why—i, uh, hmm—i’m stealing it.”

yoongi huffed as he slowly rocked his hips into jimin. “what?”

“i’m stealing it,” jimin said, wrapping his other leg around yoongi as yoongi started thrusting into him deeper. “i’m—fuck—i’m calling you that now, okay, angel face?”

yoongi held onto jimin’s hips as he started fucking into him a little faster. “fine,” he said. “what do i call you then?”

“call me yours,” jimin said, smiling from ear to ear as yoongi spluttered as he gave jimin a look. jimin broke out into a laugh, feeling that something as he did. yoongi shook his head with a smile, kissing jimin as he fucked deeper and harder into jimin. jimin moaned into yoongi’s mouth, eyes closing as he rolled his his hips down against yoongi’s thrusts, feeling closer and closer to that something. 

“happy.”

taehyung looked over at jimin with a confused expression. “what!”

“i know,” jimin laughed as he nodded. “i wish i knew how to explain it, tae. but this relationship with yoongi, it’s much more than convenience and rebounding. it’s real, it’s raw, it’s sturdy. it’s happiness.”

taehyung smiled softly, leaning his head against his knuckles. “what about heebyun?”

“who?” jimin laughed. “no, i’m kidding. i really did like heebyun and maybe i could’ve loved him but i was in love with a fictional person. yoongi, he’s real. he’s sweet, he’s kind, he’s romantic, he’s—shit, i don’t know. i just, i fell really fast for him, didn’t i?”

taehyung giggled as he shrugged. “liking someone, loving someone, connecting with someone—it doesn’t happen in real time. it works on its own time and at its own pace, minnie. if you feel something, you feel it, and there’s no explanation for it. as long as you’re happy, you’re cared for, and you’re thought of—that to me is beautiful.”

jimin smiled at taehyung. “thank you.”

“now tell me more about yoongi! did you really call him angel face!”

“did you tell him?” yoongi asked when he noticed jimin stepping into the nurse office. jimin nodded, walking over to him. “did he react terribly? does he hate me?”

jimin laughed as he sat down on the patient bed, waiting for yoongi to finish cleaning up. “of course not, he’s been a fan of you since i told him that i kissed you.”

“ah, the infamous kiss,” yoongi laughed. “i sat that for at least an hour after you left, in complete shock.”

jimin giggled. “did you really?”

“are you kidding? i know i look cool on the outside but on the inside i was losing my shit.”

jimin smiled as he looked up at yoongi. “thank you for that night,” he said. “and every night that followed.”

yoongi walked over to jimin, placing a hand over jimin’s cheek, thumb caressing over his jawline. “you’re welcome.”

“hyung?”

yoongi smiled wider, “yeah?”

“i’m happy you crashed into me that day.”

“i didn’t crash into you! you crashed into me!”

and it went on and on, both men falling deeper and deeper in love. 

there were bickering, quarrels, and insecurities that followed but the two men were able to surpass all obstacles. 

yoongi and jimin grew up together, learned from each other, and grew old together. 

always remembering their youth with fond memories. 

angel face and hyung. 

happy.