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“Our first win, our first win.” Jimin pants over and over into Yoongi’s mouth; Jimin says it like he’s praying, slotting Yoongi’s mouth over his own, words slurring into one but Yoongi feels the way Jimin vibrates underneath his fingers.
The darkness in Yoongi’s chest, the blue question mark over his head, the shadow that clings to him sometimes when he’s walking alone back to the dorms, for this one moment it all disappears as Jimin laughs and Yoongi swallows it down. Jimin’s laughter tastes like this: spit, minty toothpaste, his own post-show high, this mix of fear and excitement and disbelief and pain— and Yoongi doesn’t know why he’s still thinking when here is Jimin, crowding him into the wall, running his lips down his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on his sweaty skin. Before Yoongi’s back could hit the wall, he twists so it’s Jimin with his back to it; his pupils blown like tiny explosions and his mouth curved into the most wonderful smile.
“Jimin.” Yoongi exhales, an answer to Jimin’s prayers; Yoongi isn’t sure which one of them is the god here when he gets on his knees in front of the other boy.
Jimin whines softly and throws his head back, not even making a face when it makes a dull thud that sounded like it should have hurt. He stares down at Yoongi, eyes half-lidded like crescent moons, full lips open and he’s quiet but Yoongi can see the way they form the same three words still, like Jimin can’t quite believe it yet. Yoongi is like that sometimes but it's Jimin’s name he mouths right before he falls asleep. Jimin thumbs at the space above Yoongi’s cheek right below his eye, lifting Yoongi’s head so he can see his dimming pupils. Jimin swipes his thumb gently over the skin there and Yoongi leans into the touch, closing his eyes and letting Jimin’s other hand on the back of his head lead him closer to him.
Yoongi mouths at Jimin’s cock through his shorts, the other boy already half-hard underneath him. Above him, Jimin makes a small keening sound and bucks his hips forward, chasing the sensation of Yoongi’s hot breath on him, whining when it wasn’t enough.
“No, no. On the bed.” Jimin interrupts him just as Yoongi was about to unbutton his shorts. “Please, hyung.”
“Want flowers on the mattress next time we win.” Jimin teases him, but the shy smile on his face gives it away. Yoongi wants to tell him he’d give him anything he wanted, but it dies in his throat. Jimin is so beautiful like this. “Next time— God. I can’t believe it.”
“Anything.” Yoongi finally replies, kissing Jimin’s collar bones.
It’s common knowledge that Yoongi isn’t very romantic, but another thing about Yoongi that everyone knows is that he likes to prove people wrong— so the two cancel each other out sometimes; so today was one of the latter where Yoongi chooses to humor Jimin while secretly enjoying it. Yoongi had woken up earlier, and without anyone there to judge him for it, he lets himself take Jimin in: his delicate eyebrows framing his eyelids, fanning over his high cheekbones; the smooth lines in between his eyebrows that appear when he’s sleeping or thinking hard; the gentle curve of his nose.
There had been a dull ache in Yoongi’s chest as his eyes roamed over sun-kissed skin, Jimin doesn’t deserve someone like him, not when he’s this dream Yoongi should be too afraid to even consider. A lot like their first music show win, none of them had been expecting for it to be I Need U; but maybe magic and whatever higher being that controlled the universe had a sense of humor and granted him these things that he might not necessarily deserve.
Yoongi hopes the universe doesn’t plan on taking them back.
So Yoongi was here, standing outside his dorm bedroom, breakfast from the overpriced cafe four streets down that they can only afford on occasions like this, a handful of flowers he had grabbed from someone’s garden on the way back, and his heart on his sleeve. Yoongi is going to tell Jimin he loves him— even though Jimin already knows this. Yoongi isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is, but still, it would be nice to taste those words on his tongue.
When Yoongi opens the door— he sees he’s already there, standing right next to Jimin.
Yoongi doesn’t faint or anything dramatic like that, but he does feel like he’s blacked out, his mind moving way too quickly, thoughts running away from him before he can catch up to them. Yoongi blinks and then tightly squeezes his eyes shut, but when he opens them, he still sees himself. Though it’s not a carbon copy; Yoongi notices that the other Yoongi is a little taller, his hair dyed a dark brown instead of the pink he has right now, and the presence of fine lines of wrinkles around the corners of his eyes.
“Calm down.” The other version of him says gently, his voice is only slightly deeper than it was now but it’s still the same monotonous drawl. Yoongi frantically searches through his face, still trying to convince himself that this was somehow a sick prank from Seokjin— Seokjin would do this to him, Yoongi has been kicking him out to sleep on the living room floor for the past six months, he surely has a grudge against Yoongi to do something sick and twisted like summon a future version of himself to torment him and Jimin. “Hey, I said calm down.”
“Who are you and why are you here?” Yoongi asks him, the hysteria creeping up his voice now. Yoongi turns to Jimin who’s standing by the sidelines, oddly quiet. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”
““He says he’s you from the future. We talked while you were gone.” Jimin replies vaguely, eyes shifting nervously.
Yoongi feels his eyebrows shoot up, “About what? What if he’s in disguise and I don’t know— tries to fuck up the band or whatever. What if he’s here to steal you from me because we didn’t work out in the future and—”
“Hey,” his older self interrupts indignantly, “I would like to inform you that the Jimin in my timeline is very happy to be in a relationship with me.”
“I’m you.” Yoongi shoots back. “I know you. I wouldn’t be happy in a relationship with myself.”
There is an awkward silence that falls between the three of them, the high tension that was there slowly dissipating with every inhale and exhale Yoongi took. Yoongi feels embarrassment claw at his throat as he pointedly ignores the sad look Jimin is giving him right now, and instead he holds the gaze of his older version who looked like he was seeing himself for the first time.
“Okay. Have you calmed down now?” his older self asks him, voice gentle. Yoongi doesn’t know why but he hates it, hates this— the softness in him. Yoongi suddenly feels envious of the other Yoongi.
Yoongi doesn’t reply but he nods, and his older self exhales the long breath he’s been holding. “Okay, let’s sit down and you can eat breakfast while we figure this out.”
Cautiously, Yoongi gravitates closer to Jimin, caging the younger boy’s body just in case his older self attacked them, but the other Yoongi doesn’t seem to notice, instead moving to sit on the floor and stare at them expectantly. Jimin holds on to Yoongi’s wrist then, gently encircling it and squeezing him lightly, as he drags Yoongi to sit across his older version. They’re quiet again, only broken by the sound of Jimin softly thanking him for breakfast while the other Yoongi observes them with a small smile on his face. Yoongi grunts and feels his face blush with embarrassment when Jimin notices the flowers Yoongi had hidden in the bag.
“Hyung,” Jimin starts, and when he turns to Yoongi there’s something on his face. “I— thank you.”
“It’s nothing.” Yoongi grumbled, taking the bag and handing Jimin his breakfast. “I just stole it off someone’s garden.”
“I forgot how angry I used to be.” his older self interrupts them and Yoongi hates him, hates how he stole this private moment from the two of them. This moment was supposed to be for him and Jimin, he was supposed to tell him he loved him and now Yoongi can’t because his future self was chaperoning their breakfast date like they were a couple of teenagers. “You don’t have to pretend to be harder than you really are, you know. Jimin already knows you love this romantic shit.”
Yoongi only glares, sharp words already settling on his tongue, and he’s about to open his mouth to threaten to kill his older self when Jimin softly kisses his temple. “Thank you, hyung.” Jimin whispers, “We’ll talk later, okay?”
And then before Yoongi can reply, Jimin turns to face his other self, asking him in a curious voice, “So about the future. You said we’re still together?”
“Going strong.” his older self confirms with a nod, not noticing how Yoongi was still glowering at him. “I grew up and stopped being so angry.”
Jimin shakes his head, “I don’t mind. I don’t think you hate the world as much as you think you do.”
His older version smiles at that, his eyes growing fond, “Yeah, I know. You tell me that a lot.”
Yoongi doesn’t say anything but it does feel like the weight in his chest has been lifted— he and Jimin are still in love, he hasn’t fucked up that badly in the future, and the two of them figure it out. Yoongi remains silent for most of the conversation, while Jimin and his older self talk, listening in and noting things down. Which isn’t a lot because his older self chooses to remain tight lipped about certain topics about the band and where they are now, says something about how it might change the course of their timelines or whatever. But his older self does tell them that it’s all good and that they don’t have anything to worry about.
“If the future is so good then why are you here?” Yoongi asks.
His older self deflates at that, his shoulders drawing down and he folds into himself; Yoongi thinks he looks very small and vulnerable like this. Yoongi is about to apologize when he replies, “I don’t know the answer to that.”
Yoongi nods, feeling his chest squeeze. He wouldn’t know what to do or feel if he was in his situation, what if he never makes it back? What’s going to happen to Jimin from his timeline? “Tell me about your Jimin. What’s he like?”
“Hyung.” Jimin laughs next to him, swatting his thigh lightly. “Don’t ask him that.”
“I still love you as much as I did the first time we kissed. It was around a few months ago, right?”
Yoongi replies the same time his older self does. “In the dance practice room after everyone had gone home.”
Jimin nods, his face blushing a bit and he moves to hide in Yoongi’s chest. Automatically, Yoongi envelopes him with his arm, pulling him in close.
“You always call me out when I’m shitty, which is good. I owe all my success to you.”
“What about you, hyung? Are there any secrets that the two of you would like to tell me?” Jimin asks sweetly, but when Yoongi lowers his head to see his face, there’s something mischievous shining in his eyes.
“Do not answer that.” Yoongi glares at his older self.
“Hyung, that isn’t fair. You got to ask him that.”
“You can ask me whatever you want to know and I'll tell you.”
“No you won’t.” his older self and Jimin reply in unison. Yoongi blushes and glares at the both of them.
“You’re such a piece of—” Yoongi growls at his older self.
“Whatever you’re going to say, I hope you’re going to call me hyung at the end of it.”
Yoongi freezes and it’s silent between the three of them as Yoongi feels his face heat up. Yoongi replies, a bit delayed, “Fuck you. I’m not calling you that.”
His older version smiles, “I’m you, remember? I like the same shit you like, stupid.”
Jimin looks between the two of them like he was watching a very intense tennis rally, before finally settling his gaze on Yoongi. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Yoongi replies, pointedly throwing a glare at his older self who only grins. “It doesn’t matter.”
Jimin pouts at him and then asks his older self, “I want to know what hyung’s into. I feel like he knows everything I like but I don’t know what he thinks is sexy.”
“Jimin, I think you the way you are is sexy.” Yoongi says, voice strained and unable to make eye contact now. “We can talk about it after he's gone. There are more pressing matters like how to get him back to the future.”
“Why don’t you show him?” his older self asks, ignoring what Yoongi just said. The former gentle expression on his face twists into something familiar— this is the look on his face that greets Yoongi every morning, the hard edges, the mischief, none of the maturity from earlier. “Instead of talking about it?”
Yoongi falters when he accidentally meets Jimin’s gaze, wide-eyed and mouth slightly open at the direction their conversation was taking. Yoongi hasn’t talked about his kinks for a reason— they’re embarrassing, Yoongi isn’t sure how Jimin would react, what if it’s too weird, too much, and he loses the one of the few good things he’s got going for him right now?
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Jimin finally speaks after a long silence from Yoongi. “I shouldn’t push. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
Yoongi swallows and grips the hand Jimin has over his thigh; it wasn’t sexual, Jimin just gravitates towards him. “You said we’re still together? You weren’t lying?” Yoongi asks his older self.
“We’re not the type to lie. You know that.”
“It’s dumb.” Yoongi tells Jimin, facing him then but unable to meet his gaze. “I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”
Jimin shakes his head and Yoongi continues, “I just— I don’t know. I want to— I.” Yoongi pauses, swallows again and Jimin squeezes his hand. “I’d like to call you hyung. In bed. Like, while we’re fucking.”
“That’s it?” Jimin blinks at him, and then he’s laughing, sweet peals of laughter slipping out of his mouth, hitting Yoongi lightly on his arm, falling into his lap.
“It’s not funny.” Yoongi grumbles, frowning at Jimin while he continues to laugh, mouth stretched wide. Despite himself, Yoongi feels a surge of fondness for Jimin, how easy he makes everything, all his worries melting away into nothing so Yoongi forgets what he was scared about in the first place.
“My little baby wants to call me hyung? You want hyung to take care of you?” Jimin teases him, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks. Yoongi stiffened underneath him, the weight of Jimin’s head on his lap suddenly making him very conscious of his cock pressing into his sweatpants, the slight twitch he had felt when Jimin spoke. Yoongi prays that Jimin hadn’t noticed.
“Oh?” Jimin says softly, his voice growing deeper, his thumb gently stroking Yoongi’s cheek. “You liked that?”
“Shut up.” Yoongi mutters and he gently shoves Jimin off his lap, pulling his legs to his chest and willing his dick to go down. Yoongi looks at his older version who was watching them with an interested expression, a smile on his own face.
“What else has hyung been hiding from me?”
“Jimin,” Yoongi complains but he doesn’t move away when his older self crawls towards him. Yoongi swallows the nervous lump in his throat when his older self kneels in front of him, inches apart, his face close enough for Yoongi to clearly see the mole on his nose and cheek.
“Will you let me?” His older self asks, his hand resting over Yoongi’s knees gently. “Don’t you want to be good for your hyungs?”
Yoongi whines quietly then, the sound slipping out before he could stop himself and he hears Jimin inhale a sharp breath at the sound as his older self grins. He woke up horny earlier, morning wood pressing into Jimin’s ass and he couldn’t do anything about it. The whole walk and back to the cafe, Yoongi pumped himself up thinking about what he wanted to do to Jimin when he got back, images of last night still fresh on his mind— and now he was stupid horny, willing to let his older version do anything what he wanted while Jimin watched because he’s desperate, he needs this.
(That’s what Yoongi tries to convince himself anyway— it wasn’t because he thought his older self was kind of hot; the deep drawl of his voice like morning coffee, the familiar soft edges of Yoongi’s body have hardened and grown sharper over the years, there’s an easy and confident way that he carries himself in. Yoongi is just horny and his older self was a cockblock that’s willing to do this, so who was he to say no?)
“Yes.” Yoongi finally replies, voice quiet.
“Yes what?” his older self asks, he doesn’t say it teasingly, but gently like he was asking if this was okay to do.
“Yes, hyung.” Yoongi replies obediently, finally lifting his head to meet his older self’s eyes; he surprises himself a bit, different shades of brown in his eyes; is this what Jimin sees?
“Holy shit. Yoongi-hyung, you really should have told me earlier about your hyung kink, it’s—” Yoongi will never know what Jimin was going to say because Jimin’s words twist into a gasp as his older self leans, hot breath ghosting on Yoongi’s neck which makes him keen. Yoongi’s hands fall to the floor to hold himself as he leans back, opening his legs to allow his older self to fit himself in between them.
“We like to be kissed here. I’m not sure if you’ve discovered it yet but—“ and then his older self is sucking a spot on his neck, the angle between his neck and jaw, and he should know better than to leave a bruise somewhere anyone can see but a thrill of pleasure blooms in Yoongi’s stomach and he’s moaning. “Also, you can stop calling him hyung.”
Yoongi feels his older self’s smile against his skin, the sharp edges of his teeth getting caught on his throat where he’s leaving open-mouthed kisses now. The other Yoong doesn’t stop kissing him, not even when his hand holds his jaw in place, not when his knee pushes Yoongi to spread his legs open even farther apart.
“Hyung.” Yoongi whines, bucking his hips, his cock slowly getting hard.
“Fuck. Yoongi-ah, you’re really into this.” Jimin says, moving closer to watch. Jimin dropping the honorifics makes Yoongi whine again, arms struggling over his older self’s grip, he wants to touch Jimin now. “Your cock is already hard, baby.”
Yoongi’s older self laughs and finally pulls away to assess Yoongi squirming underneath him. “See? All you need to do is kiss his neck a little bit, and he’d be ready to— why don’t you ask Yoongi what he’d like us to do.”
Yoongi feels himself flush, his face growing warm because he knows what his older self is referring to. Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, but the thought has already been planted and it plays like a supercut in Yoongi’s mind: him on his hands and knees for Jimin, the heat of Jimin inside him, Yoongi squeezing around Jimin as he comes when Jimin hits that spot he’s been trying so hard to reach when he’s in bed alone.
Suddenly there’s a calloused hand on his cheek, and it’s not the smooth skin of Jimin’s palm which Yoongi could recognize, so it must be his own. Yoongi opens his eyes and Jimin and his older self are looking at him gently. His older self had leaned back, letting Jimin squeeze into Yoongi’s space.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” his older self says. “We can stop now if you’re uncomfortable.”
Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat because no— he wants this. He’s been looking for this, for any excuse he could use to finally have something inside of him and for some reason it was this: his boyfriend and himself from the future. Yoongi shifts his gaze to Jimin who was biting his bottom lip in worry; Yoongi feels the weight in his chest loosen, this was Jimin, what’s he so worried for?
“I want— I want to get fucked.” Yoongi finally says. “I want to bottom.”
“Hyung, why didn’t you ever say anything?” Jimin asks in a small voice. “Was it because of anything I ever did?”
Yoongi shrugs, unable to meet Jimin’s gaze, “I have a reputation to keep.”
Jimin shakes his head then and takes his face in between his hands, all Yoongi could see was Jimin— Jimin, Jimin, Jimin; it’s not so different from the usual. They kiss, Jimin laughing into it and Yoongi swallowing it down; Jimin tastes wonderful like this, like something sweet and citrus.
“I’ll do anything. Anything for you, okay? and if I won’t, you should still tell me and then we’ll figure it out.”
“Okay.” Yoongi replies softly.
Jimin smiles then, “Okay what?”
“Okay, hyung.”
“Good boy.” Jimin says, kissing his cheek.
Jimin pulls back and then they seem to remember his older self was there. The older Yoongi was sitting patiently on the edge of the bed, having moved away earlier, and was watching them with a soft expression on his face.
“What’s that look on your face for?” Yoongi grumbles.
“I used to think I was good at hiding my feelings, but now that I’m here, I can read it all over your face.” His older self replies with a small smile. Yoongi only frowns, feeling his face flush in embarrassment at being caught.
Jimin interrupts the brief silence, changing the subject, “Hyung, I— I’m sure you know already, but I’ve never topped before so I’m not sure how it works and I don’t want to hurt him, I’d want his first time to feel good for him.”
“I can teach you then.” his older self replies with a shrug, like he does this regularly— does he do this all the time in the future? The question dies in Yoongi’s throat when he sees the way the older Yoongi surveys the two of them, eyes taking in Yoongi’s body and it makes him blush. Yoongi finds himself arching his back, opening his legs wider, trying to fit himself into something desirable— and it works, his older self’s pupils growing darker. “If you don’t mind.”
Jimin makes a garbled sound next to him, eyes wide like it was Christmas morning and he got everything he wanted and more. Yoongi only nods wordlessly, all the blood rushing down to his cock.
“Both of you come here then.” The older Yoongi says, gesturing towards the bed. “Jimin, you can start by taking his clothes off.”
Jimin obeys, pulling Yoongi’s hoodie off, smiling to himself when he realizes it’s one of his, slipping his sweatpants down while Yoongi tries to stand still. Jimin’s fingers are cold and they trace over Yoongi’s skin absentmindedly, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
“Oh, baby.” Jimin sighs when Yoongi’s sweatpants were off and he realized Yoongi had been wearing a pair of pink cotton panties— they’re nothing special, not like the lacy ones Yoongi’s eyes drift off to sometimes, but they’re panties all the same and there was a wet spot where Yoongi’s hard cock was pressed, leaking on to the fabric. “You got all dressed up for me?”
“I wanted to be good for you, hyung.” Yoongi replies softly, his skin flushed pink at Jimin’s praise and at the heavy gaze of his older self.
“He deserves a reward, don’t you think?” his older self asks Jimin.
“What kind?” Jimin asks eagerly, fingers idly circling shapes on Yoongi’s hipbone, making Yoongi whine and buck his hips.
“I have something in mind. Lie down on your stomach.” his older self orders gently, leading Yoongi to lay on the mattress. When he rests his head on the pillow, he can still smell himself and Jimin, of what they did last night, and it makes him whine softly and press his hips down, his cock seeking pressure.
“Your ass looks good in your panties, baby.” Jimin says and Yoongi arches his back into the touch as smooth hands begin to palm his ass. Jimin’s nimble fingers pull the panties down bit by bit, and Yoongi whines softly into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds when his cock was finally free.
“Looks like it would taste good too.” his older self says, a hint of smugness in his voice.
“You’re going to—?”
“If you’re both okay with it.”
Yoongi nods silently then and his older self smiles, thumbs the small of Yoongi’s back, digging his finger into the dimple there. “That’s a good boy. Jimin, watch and learn.”
Yoongi feels his older self lean down, blowing warm breaths over his hole that makes him shiver all over, a soft whine slipping from his lips. Yoongi feels a thumb trace around his perineum, once, twice, thrice, before it disappears and it’s replaced with the wet sensation of a tongue licking over the skin there. Yoongi jerks and shudders, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep the moan in.
“I remember you used to be frantic and would push your tongue straight away when we were younger, but don’t worry too much about it. We like it when you tease us and make us beg for it. It won’t hurt to take it slow sometimes.” his older self tells Jimin.
“Is it weird?” Jimin asks, “eating your own ass out?”
“No. I think I taste good.” his older self replies with a throaty laugh and then he’s licking around Yoongi’s hole again in little kitten licks. “You want to try?
Yoongi sees it from the corner of his eyes, Jimin nodding determinedly, his eyes becoming focused and Yoongi is endlessly endeared in the way Jimin gives everything his best effort. When Jimin licks him, it’s a lot more hesitant and gentle, his tongue moving in slow, broader strokes that make Yoongi let out little ah-ah-ah’s. Yoongi’s cock was painfully hard and leaking into their sheets, his head growing a little fuzzy with horniness. He barely registers what his older self was telling Jimin. There’s a sensation then, of Jimin’s tongue slipping into his hole. Yoongi squeezes around it just as Jimin pulls it out.
“You do taste good, baby. I could eat you out for the whole day.” Jimin says, kneading his ass. “Would you like that? I can make you come over and over on my tongue, and when you’re all wet and fucked out, I'll slip my cock in your loose hole.”
Yoongi moans, broken and dirty, and he can’t see it but he knows Jimin is smiling because of him. He hears his older self tell Jimin something, but his brain was starting to go fuzzy from the pleasure and it’s difficult to think when there’s the pressure of Jimin’s tongue sinking into him again. Jimin sets a pattern of licking then pushing in, when he pulls out this time and pushes in, Yoongi feels a finger slip into his hole next to Jimin’s tongue.
“Going to loosen you all up for us, baby.” Jimin says when he pulls away, sinking two fingers into Yoongi’s hole, the glide is slicker and easier so they must have added lube. Jimin fingers him slowly, licking around his fingers and the skin of his ass as his older self guides him along, telling him when to push faster and deeper, how to curve his fingers to find the sweet spot inside Yoongi that he’s never found.
“You’re such a good boy, you're taking Jimin’s fingers so well.” his older self praises him, “You’d do anything we tell you to do, right?”
“Yes,” Yoongi whines just as Jimin pushes in a third finger and this one is a bit painful but Yoongi presses his ass back to take it in, the pain twisting into pleasure. ‘Yes, hyung. I’ll be good. I promise.”
Jimin continues fingering him, leaving him a whiney mess, soaking the sheets with his precum as he pushes himself back on Jimin’s fingers while trying to push his cock into the mattress, seeking out any sort of pressure. Yoongi feels the corner of his eyes begin to bleed into white around the corners, feels the pleasure crawl up his throat and slip out of his mouth to say Jimin’s name over and over.
“I’ve got you, baby. What do you need?” Jimin asks him, suddenly near his face. Yoongi tightens his hole and finds that he’s squeezing nothing.
“Kiss me. Want— want a kiss, hyung. Please.” Yoongi whines, mouthing at Jimin’s jaw, sliding his teeth through the skin there. “Hyung, please. I feel so empty. I want— I want—”
And then Yoongi feels his older self’s fingers slip into his hole, starting with three right away, pushing them in quick shallow movements that make Yoongi moan out. Jimin kisses Yoongi, drowning out the sounds he was making and drinking it in. His older self’s fingers are longer, moving in a way that’s more experienced, and when he curves his fingers up and presses lightly, Yoongi feels it then— this burst of pleasure like lightning that travels up his spine. Yoongi fucks himself on the older Yoongi’s fingers, chasing the pleasure as he exchanges sloppy kisses with Jimin.
“Hyung, I’m ready. I want a cock in me. Please.” Yoongi moans quietly as Jimin sank his teeth in Yoongi’s bottom lip.
“Are you sure baby?” Jimin asks him, pulling away and knocking their foreheads together. Yoongi inhales Jimin’s exhales and he nods. “Hyung, he says he’s ready now.”
“Okay, baby. Come on, get on my lap. I’ll give you what you want.” his older self says, pulling his fingers out.
The older Yoongi moves to sit with his back to their headboard, while Jimin helps Yoongi move to sit on his lap. The older Yoongi holds him up, gripping him by the arms and pulls him to rest on his chest. Yoongi realizes just how naked he was next to the two of them, the only article of clothing on him being his panties that were bunched up around his thighs, making movement limited, while the other two were still fully dressed. The thought makes Yoongi flush, he could feel his whole body heat up and his cock grow harder at it.
“You’re going to give Jimin a good show, okay baby? If you do good enough, we’ll give you another reward.” His older self whispers into his ear, reaching down and dragging his fist over Yoongi’s shaft, teasing him and drawing the pleasure out slowly. Jimin follows, pulling his pajama pants down, the tip of his cock peeking through the band as he began to fist himself, mirroring their movements.
Yoongi squirms underneath all the attention, of the fist around his cock, of the two fingers stretching him out, of the heavy weight of Jimin’s gaze on him, his older self breathing into his neck and peppering him with kisses. Yoongi feels a burst of precum leak out of him and Jimin leans forward to suck the tip of his cock head, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Hyung, fuck me now please?” Yoongi whines when Jimin pulls away— everything felt too much and Yoongi was afraid he was going to come before they even started.
“Okay, okay. We got you.” his older self replies soothingly, tracing gentle patterns on his bare stomach. “Jimin, I’ll loosen him up a bit first, watch how I do it, okay?
Jimin continues stroking himself but he slows down as he watches the older Yoongi push the head of his cock inside Yoongi. The stretch feels different from their fingers, it’s tighter and warmer, and it makes Yoongi groan out, head falling back to rest on his older self’s shoulders. The older Yoongi pushes in slowly, murmuring words of encouragement while Jimin makes sure to stop him every now and then when he catches Yoongi wincing in pain. When his older self finally slips in his whole length, Yoongi is breathless with it, pleasure vibrating underneath his skin making him whimper as he feels the drag of a cock inside him.
“Baby, you’re a natural at this.” Jimin says softly, his eyes wide and dark as the older Yoongi began to fuck him in shallow thrusts. “Are you sure you’ve never taken a cock before?”
Yoongi shakes his head, laughing a bit until it melts into a moan. Yoongi slurs, “Feels so good, you’re both so good to me.”
“Okay, now I want you to pull off and sit on your knees, baby. You can hold on to Jimin for balance.” his older self orders gently, patting Yoongi’s hip lightly before helping him pull out. Yoongi moans as he feels his hole clench around nothing and he’s never felt more empty in his life.
Yoongi grabs Jimin’s shoulders for balance and they're close enough for their cocks to brush against each other, making the both of them moan out at the touch. Yoongi rubs against Jimin’s cock, feeling just how desperate he was for release; the push and pull away from Jimin, leaving little bites around Jimin’s collarbones.
“The both of you— stop that.” his older self complains from behind them, hands wrapping around Yoongi’s waist. “You’re both going to come at that rate.”
Jimin pulls away from Yoongi and throws a heavy frown behind him, directed at his older self and it makes Yoongi laugh into his neck. “Hyung, it’s not my fault. You haven’t even touched me yet. I’m starting to think you like fucking yourself more than you like fucking me.”
His older self laughs at that, loud and fond, “You’re such a brat. C’mere, I’ll give you a kiss and you can help me take care of our baby, okay?”
Jimin nods eagerly and pulls away from Yoongi to move closer to his older self, and it makes Yoongi grumble, “I can’t believe you have me jealous of myself.”
Yoongi turns around and finds his older self making out with Jimin, watches the way his tongue slips into Jimin’s mouth while his other hand disappears underneath Jimin’s shirt to play with his nipples, making Jimin keen into the kiss. The older Yoongi is a lot broader and he completely cages Jimin in as holds Jimin’s face into his hands. Jimin opens his eyes and he smiles into the kiss when he catches Yoongi staring. There’s a surge of possessiveness that bursts through Yoongi’s chest but his cock leaks precum at the sight of his younger boyfriend making out with the older version of himself.
“Fuck the both of you. I’m going to finish off myself—”
Just as Yoongi was about to pull off and jerk off to the both of them, his older self grips his hips tightly, pulling away from a dazed-looking Jimin. “You’re a brat too. If you want it so much, why don’t you go and fuck yourself on my cock.”
Yoongi feels his face flush but he nods anyway, leaning forward to rest his weight on the mattress while Jimin guides his cock into his hole. The glide was easier this time now that Yoongi was looser and he finds himself slowly pushing back and forth. Once he’s gotten used to it, he begins to move faster, in quick strokes that have him bouncing on his cock.
“Is he making you feel good, baby?” Jimin asks him, his hands reaching down to play with his balls.
“Yes.” Yoongi moans just as his older self angles his hips and pushes into him, hands digging into his hips, leaving the beginning of bruises on the skin there. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes. Jimin-ah.”
The hands on his hips hold him still and he whines. Yoongi rolls his hips and tries to push down on his cock but he’s held firmly in place. “Jimin what? Come on, baby, we know you know better than that.”
“Hyung—” Yoongi pleads. “Jimin-hyung, I’m sorry. Please, I— it just feels so good.”
His older self pushes his cock further into his hole, spreading him out wider and Yoongi whines at the sensation. Yoongi glances back and sees his older self watching Jimin fist himself with blown out eyes, not even paying attention to him, only using to get himself off and it makes Yoongi’s cock grow harder.
“Is this how you like to get fucked, Yoongi-ah?”
“Yes. Ah— yes, hyung.” Yoongi replies obediently, words getting caught in his throat as his older self pushes in more violently, lifting him up and bouncing him on his lap.
“You can do better than that. Say it again, baby boy. I want everyone to hear how good we’re making you feel.”
“Yes!” Yoongi whines just as he feels the cock inside him push on his prostate, a shiver running through his back. “Yes, yes, yes. Hyung, but I—”
“But what, baby?” Jimin asks, toying with his nipples now, making Yoongi keen.
“I still feel so empty.” Yoongi moans pitifully, grinding his ass down on his older self’s cock, little bursts of pleasure running up his spine whenever he hits his prostate. “I want— I want—”
“What do you want?” his older self asks gently, slowing his thrusts down, his large hands holding on tightly around Yoongi’s waist to keep him still.
Yoongi turns his neck to face his older version and then facing Jimin again. Jimin looks back at him with blown out eyes, cock angry and heavy, resting on his stomach, but he’s biting down on his bottom lip as he surveys the both of them. “I— I want Jimin-hyung’s cock in my mouth while you fuck me.”
Jimin groans then and Yoongi catches the way his fist tightens around his cock before he releases it. “Fuck, Yoongi-ah. You’re perfect. Are you sure you can take that?”
“We’d never want to hurt you.” his older self agrees, pressing a wet kiss on his neck. Yoongi moans and throws his head back as Jimin’s hands begin to roam over his skin, grazing over his leaking cock. Yoongi feels so horny it makes him dizzy with the sensations coming from all over.
“I wanna try.” Yoongi finally replies softly, stil absentmindedly rolling his hips around his older self’s cock. “You’ve both been so good to me. I want to be good for you.”
“Okay then. Lay back, baby.” His older self says softly, kissing along his jaw before gently pushing Yoongi off his cock to lay down on the mattress, his head hanging off the edge. “Be a good boy for us and put your pretty mouth around hyung’s cock.”
Jimin moves off the bed then, positioning himself in front of Yoongi. Yoongi feels his mouth water at the sight of Jimin’s cock from this angle, hard and leaking precum along its shaft. Yoongi takes the tip in and sucks on it before Jimin begins sliding down slowly. His older self spreads his legs wider before easily sliding his cock into Yoongi’s hole again. With every stroke,Yoongi is pushed forward to further take in Jimin’s cock.
The sensation is too much for Yoongi, the corner of his eyes bleeding into a blinding white that he has to squeeze them shut, heat gathers in his stomach to slowly spread around his body, his heartbeat beats erratically against his chest; he’s so hard it hurts. It’s got him moaning around Jimin’s cock, little vibrations that have Jimin fucking gently into him, his fingers finding Yoongi’s and holding on tightly. His older self slides a hand around his cock, and there, there’s the pressure Yoongi has been needing. Yoongi tries to warn Jimin, squeezing his hand tightly and it works because he pulls out and kneels down to kiss Yoongi.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Yoongi finally cums like that, with Jimin’s mouth on his, tasting his pre-cum on Yoongi’s tongue, drinking in his moans, his older self pistoning grinding his cock against his prostate as he thumbs at Yoongi’s head, this sensitive spot that he’s familiar with.
Yoongi whines into the kiss, hands grabbing at Jimin’s face, the pleasure making his hole clench around his older self, it’s over but his body is still trembling, still taut and tense. “Put your cock in my mouth again, I want you to cum down my throat.”
Jimin groans, biting down hard on his bottom lip before pulling away to stand up. “Use me.” Yoongi slurs, his voice rough to his own ears.
“I’m close.” Jimin warns him with a smile, teasing and spreading precum around Yoongi’s mouth, before flicking his eyes up to the older Yoongi. “I wanna cum with you.”
His older self doesn’t reply but laughs at that, breathless and in love, Yoongi can hear it now; so this is what he sounds like. But he doesn’t think about it any further because Jimin is slipping his cock into his mouth again and his older self is pushing in frantically now. Yoongi lets them move him around, his older self gripping his hips tightly, Jimin’s fingers gently touching over the bump of his cock is under the skin of Yoongi’s throat; it’s painful at first, this sharp overwhelming pain because it’s still too soon but it melts into a dull pleasure that settles over Yoongi as he takes what’s given to him.
“Close.” Jimin whines. “I’m— hyung, ae you—?”
“Let go, baby. I’m right behind you.” the older Yoongi replies, pushing in deeply one more time before Yoongi feels him coming hard inside him. Jimin whines then, following immediately after, and Yoongi is flooded with the familiar salty taste of Jimin. Yoongi closes his eyes and lets himself drown in the sensation, of them pulling away and pushing in again like gentle waves.
They pull out and they both find their way to Yoongi, the feeling of two mouths around his face, pressing kisses on the corner of his mouth, the tip of his nose, in between his eyes. Yoongi catches someone’s lips into his own and he has never felt this much love before. Whoever he was kissing pulls away but a tongue quickly replaces them and Yoongi sucks it in.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Jimin says into the kiss, the tongue belonging to him so the mouth around his jaw must be his older self. Jimin pulls away and his older self’s mouth disappears. Yoongi hears their mouths colliding and Jimin whispering to his older self this time, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
They continue kissing until Yoongi’s lips feel numb with it, until his face is wet with their spit, little bite marks on his neck and the tip of his ears. Yoongi doesn’t know how long they kiss for but he wishes it would last forever.
They fall to bed with the lights still turned on, Yoongi squeezed between his older self and Jimin, the warmth and sweat of their skin sticking to Yoongi but he doesn’t mind, he pushes himself further into their touch, seeking it out. Jimin lays an arm over his chest, hand landing on the older Yoongi’s hip, while his older self throws an arm behind his neck, fingers idly tangling around Jimin’s hair. Yoongi’s heartbeat echoes over the silence of the room and he wonders if it’s loud enough for them to hear.
“Does he still fall asleep before us in the future?” Yoongi asks his older self softly when he hears Jimin’s breathing slow down. It’s creeping up into the early afternoon now and Yoongi is surprised none of the members have barged in yet, maybe today really was a day for miracles.
“Yeah, he does. I know you like that about him. I still like that about him.” his older self corrects himself, sounding fond like he was remembering something, years worth of memories and there’s something warm that settles over Yoongi at the thought of more to come. “There was a time when he would wait for you to sleep first, but he doesn’t tell you that until later on. We were in a bit of a bad place and it scared the shit out of him.”
Yoongi feels his throat close up, “And the band?”
“We're happy.” his older self replies delicately.
“Why do you think you’re here then?”
His older self is quiet for a long time and Yoongi would have thought he had fallen asleep if it weren’t for the fingers still gently scratching Jimin’s scalp. “I think I needed to learn something from my younger self, from you.”
“Do you think you have?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna share it with me?” Yoongi asks, finally turning to face his older self. The other Yoongi meets him halfway and he smiles at him.
“I look at you and it makes me want to say sorry— for all the hurt we’re going to go through and for what you’ve already gone through right now. I know it would have been a lot less if we weren’t the way we are, but— I don’t know.
“There’s going to be a lot of pressure. You’re going to reach a lot of high’s and there will be a lot of low’s too— the high’s were scarier though because you never know when you’re going to fall. But you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for and you have the band. You have Jimin.”
“So why now? Why today, why this morning?”
“You’ll know in the future— when you’re in my place. I think that’s how it works.” his older self replies after a long silence. “I don’t want to give it all away, there are so many things in store for you that we never even dreamed of and I don’t want to take it away from you.”
“Another music show win?” Yoongi asks and they both laugh, and the weight of the world falls off his shoulders then. He’s okay, he’s going to be okay.
“Do you think you’ll be here when we wake up?” Yoongi asks, feeling his eyes growing heavier, suddenly feeling so tired.
“I don’t think so.” his older self shakes his head a bit, “I already got what I needed.”
“This is dumb, but I’m going to miss you.”
The older Yoongi smiles widely then, his gums peeking, “That means a lot. That I think I grew up to be someone I love.”
“Okay, back up. I don’t know about love.” Yoongi quickly grumbles, his face flushing. “My ass still hurts and you’re too full of yourself. You guys wiped off our cum with the pillow case too, don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Okay, okay, You hate me, but go rest up. You’re going to need the energy.”
“For the future and shit or are you going to fuck me again?”
His older self laughs at that, “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m you. I’m always going to be with you.” Yoongi replies, just a little fiercely but he says it so softly, sleep already dragging him to the dark, that he isn’t sure his older self heard him. Yoongi hopes he did, hopes he can grow up to be this version of himself in this timeline too.
“You will.” his older self replies. Yoongi isn’t sure if he had spoken aloud or if he could read his mind but he believes it, the honesty in his voice— they were never the type to lie. “Just don’t ever stop getting excited over your firsts— even if they're your second and third and hundredth.”
Yoongi finally allows himself to close his eyes, he feels lighter, less scared for the future, and a lot more excited. Jimin moves closer to him, warm skin meeting warm skin, and Yoongi feels his heartbeat slow down. He won't fuck this up, Yoongi isn't going to let the universe take this away from him.