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Almost… fucking… done…
Jimin sighs in relief as he shoves the last moving box from his now empty apartment bedroom into the living room.
Two days. Two fucking days of packing. It's Sunday night. He started Saturday morning. Two days straight .
The moving truck is coming to haul his stuff tomorrow while he’s at work because you know why? Jimin can’t even take a day off with the crazy workload that's happening at the office right now. He’s been working overtime trying to stay on track with deadlines. It's already been hard to stay sane with the backlog, and he’s had to juggle moving apartments across town on top of all that. Damn his lease for being up at the time it was. This apartment has cause nothing but grief for him. He’s ready to finally move on.
Huffing, Jimin leans against the wall of his vacant bedroom and closes his eyes to catch his breath. He isn't cut out for manual labor anymore after being in a white collar job so long.
Looking around the empty flat he's surprised at how sterile it has become. No more decorations and knick-knacks lying about. Just empty rooms and vacant walls, everything that matters packed in boxes by the front door of the living room.
Almost everything.
There is only one thing left for him to pack, and that's his bedroom closet.
Well not his closet. Jimin had already packed the clothes from his own personal closet earlier in the day. What's left to pack is the second closet in the master bedroom, identical to his own, which is on the other side of the room. That closet stayed untouched for the majority of Jimin's time in the apartment.
Huffing, Jimin leans against the wall of his vacant bedroom and eyes the closet. He has undoubtedly and not so unconsciously left it for last… for reasons.
As if knowing he was procrastinating, Jimin's phone lights up in a notification.
Jungkook
Chim! You coming soon?
Jimin
Ah yeah.
Almost done, just packing the rest of my stuff.
Jungkook
Sweet.
You need help finishing? I’m off.
Jimin
Nah, I got this.
Jungkook
So… I assume boxing up Taemin’s shit and throwing it in the trash was easy then, huh?? :P
Jimin’s eyebrow twitches at the mention of his Ex.
Jimin
Ah yeah just getting to that, actually.
Jungkook
You saved it for last?
Hyungggg let me come over.
Jimin
No kook, I'm fine.
Jimin locks his phone and tosses it gently across the carpet, suddenly in a foul mood. Even though it's been over a year since Taemin left him for some model chick with huge tits, the breakup is still a stake in his heart.
All his friends know it's a sore spot. His parents know it and know well to avoid any kind of conversation about him. His landlord knows it ever since Jimin returned Taemin’s key in tears. The people at the gym know it when he took Taemin off his account. Hell, he'd be surprised if the corner store employees who used to see Jimin and Taemin together all the time know it too.
Jimin hasn't been the same since. A promise of marriage and a family, a happy home, three years of a steady relationship all gone---
Jimin’s phone lights up, distracting him from his thoughts. Better not go down that thought pattern again. He crawls over to his phone.
Jungkook
You can do it Hyung~ throw it all right in the trash where he belongs.
Jimin sighs and stands up, grabbing one of the nearest empty boxes. It's now or never.
He would be lying if he said his heart rate didn’t pick up as he walked across the bedroom to the closet door, which had been closed ever since Jimin threw all of Taemin’s shit in there months ago. His legs feel like lead as he crosses the short distance of his bedroom like a death sentence.
As Jimin opens the door, he’s greeted with stray shoe boxes and clothes haphazardly stacked and shoved against the wall, just like how he left it.
His heart clenches as the old smell of Taemin’s cologne wafts over him, stale and unpleasant like the memories of his ex. Taking a deep breath, Jimin tries not to dwell on the past as he shoves everything into the empty box, just like how he shoved away his feelings.
Every item brings up a memory that he would have liked to remain forgotten. Old photo frames, mugs, gifts, shared clothes...
Jimin is able to resist the urge to focus too hard on memories except for one thing that catches his eye.
Underneath their travel scrapbook ---damn Jimin for making all these memories with a man and prioritizing spending time with him over other important life events--- he finds a slip of paper he's definitely forgotten about until now.
It's a paper numbered one through fifteen. A bucket list, but not just any bucket list.
“Park Jimin’s Ultimate Sex bucket list to complete by his thirtieth birthday with...” and Taemin's name was subsequently scratched out violently.
Wow, I forgot I wrote this . Jimin flushes pink as he looks down the list in his hands.
What a night that was.
It happened a few weeks before their breakup. They had been drunk and Jimin had been a bit too loose-lipped that night. Taemin was probably already cheating on him at the time.
Jimin, having been fully committed to spending the rest of his life with this man, decided to open up about some… particular… curiosities of his. Taemin had been the one to suggest that the two of them write everything down in a list, which baffles Jimin because one of the reasons Taemin told him why he cheated was because “Jimin demanded too much” or that “Jimin was too high maintenance.” When it was Taemin always encouraging Jimin to open up in the first place---
Stop, Jimin, don't go there tonight.
Jimin focuses his attention back to the list and it's… embarrassing for him to read through. The two of them managed to mark off a few things from the list... the more tame things. Jimin didn't have much sexual experience coming into their relationship and Taemin had been almost all of his firsts. Not to say Jimin was a prude. He dabbled a lot in online forums to curb his sex drive during the single days of his early twenties as he figured out his queer identity. Taemin had always been supportive, or so he thought.
It's through Jimin's internet days that he's always had a particular curiosity to certain... things... which led to the more intense items on the list. And they were at the bottom of the list for a reason, for Jimin added them the more they drank and the more confident he got.
"I want to experience shibari. I want to look like art and feel the ropes on my skin."
"I want to be edged and I want people to watch. An audience preferred."
"Hurt me to the point where I beg you to touch me. I don't know how, but I know I like it when you make it hurt."
He finds himself getting a bit aroused as he reads through the list. That stuff still… interests Jimin. But he really hasn’t been emotionally able to have any sort of romantic encounter since the breakup (let alone have sex).
After reading through the list a few times, Jimin finds himself cracking a smile. The whole thing is a bit ridiculous… finding a sex bucket list in his bedroom. Jimin remembers how confident he felt that night, like a weight being lifted from his chest to finally air out all his desires.
It felt so freeing to express himself to Taemin and he felt it was a good step in their relationship. Jimin wanted to be completely honest and comfortable with his partner and he assumed he was making steps toward doing so... or so he thought.
Jimin takes a photo on his phone and lays the paper in the box with the rest of Taemin’s shit. Before Jimin knows it, he is all packed and ready to head to Jungkook’s house. He finds that his heart feels lighter, and later that night he tells Jungkook the story of how he found the kinky bucket list.
The younger's eyes widen as Jimin shows him the photo he took on his phone.
"Well hyung," Jungkook says, handing the phone back with a slight blush on his face, "There is still a few weeks until your 30th birthday. Actually, it's 100 days away today!”
Jungkook unlocks his phone and grins as he shows Jimin the full screen countdown timer that's his home screen.
"Yah! Why do you have a countdown on your phone!?" Jimin frowns and tries to reach for the phone, the younger easily lifting it out of the elder's reach.
"Because hyung! Turning thirty is a big deal! You’re leaving me behind to enter adulthood!"
Jimin rolls his eyes.
Yeah right. Turning thirty is a joke. Jimin used to think he’d have his life figured out by thirty but honestly he’s just become more comfortable with fucking up and moving on.
In fact, Jimin feels more lost than he was in his early twenties.
“Just don't make plans on your birthday, hyung! We’re putting together something good!” Jungkook grins and Jimin sighs. He isn't looking forward to his birthday at all.
~
Work is hectic. Jimin is swamped. On top of it all, the stress is really getting to him.
He has four proposals to format this week and on top of that he’s been asked to do some PR photos of the new office building renovations to use as the background of the report.
Hoseok, his office BFF, is his only solace in the chaos.
“A cup of coffee for you, baby.” Hoseok walks into Jimin's cubical, smirking at Jimin’s disheveled look. He makes a show of twirling around and dropping to his knees with his arms outstretched, presenting the coffee to Jimin like a servant before their queen.
“Ah darling, you are my savior!” Jimin leans back dramatically in his chair to daintily accept the coffee, peeling his eyes away from the computer screen he’s been staring at for the last few hours.
“What time is it?” Jimin asks, sipping on the coffee and humming in delight as his lips press against the cup. Hoseok always knows how to make Jimin's coffee exactly how he likes it.
"Don't moan for me now, baby, we can't do this here at work." Hoseok says, giving Jimin a wicked smile.
Jimin bats his eyes and grins behind the cup, taking a long sip. They’re always like this, platonically flirty and a walking HR nightmare.
“Way past lunch you workaholic.” Hoseok says, walking around Jimin's chair and rubbing the younger's shoulders. Jimin sighs into Hoseok's touch, relaxing back into the stiff office chair while cradling his precious coffee close to his chest.
"Such a hard worker," Hoseok coos as his thumbs trace Jimin's shoulder blades. Jimin groans as Hoseok applies pressure, working the muscle knots Jimin's had for days.
"Harder daddy~" Jimin whispers as his eyes flutter closed. Hoseok snickers behind him, as he continues to give Jimin a massage.
“Shall I get you lunch baby? You haven't eaten, right?”
“Hyung," Jimin deadpans, "if you get me lunch I might actually suck you off one day."
That makes Hoseok laugh even harder, temporarily stopping the massage to catch his breath while Jimin smiles.
The two of them are the only openly queer people in the office and having that shared identity comfort makes coming to work easier for Jimin.
He spent so many of his years closeted and afraid of love. But now he's been able to flourish and be true to his sexual identity in all aspects of his life. After Hoseok joined the firm, the two became fast friends and easily fell into their current dynamic. Hoseok was there for Jimin during the breakup, even letting Jimin stay in his home as Taemin moved out so they didn’t need to cross paths. Hoseok has been his rock, inside and outside the office.
“Hey Hyung, you wouldn’t believe what I found in Taemin’s old closet.”
At the mention of Taemin’s name, Hoseok’s expression hardens and his fingers get more aggressive as he rubs Jimin’s shoulder.
"And what was it, baby?" Hoseok says between clenched teeth.
"Yah! Don't get all protective now. He's gone, remember?"
"Oh I remember, Jimin."
“Anyway, guess what I found?” Jimin shrugs off Hoseok's hands and spins around in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows, "A kinky bucket list I wrote for him and I to do before I turned thirty.”
Hoseok cracks a smile, "No way."
"Yes way, check this out."
For the next few minutes, Jimin and Hoseok hunch over Jimin’s phone and snicker at the photo of Jimin’s list.
"Oh Jimin, I've never known these things about you, darling." Hoseok teases. Jimin laughs and playfully slaps Hoseok's shoulder.
"Some of these are hot though, Jimin. Geeze Taemin sure missed out." Hoseok says, reading through the list again, "If only I could help you out."
"Hyung!" Jimin says, laughing harder and snatching his phone away with a blush, "Enough of that."
"Haha, you know what I mean!" Hoseok laughs, "But hey, you still got some time before your birthday. Maybe you can find a hot guy to cross off some things.” Hoseok nudges Jimin’s shoulder as the younger blushes and ducks his head.
"I dunno hyung..."
"Why not? I 110% support this exploration agenda!" Hoseok beams, "Plus you deserve to have someone good in your life Jimin."
Jimin is quiet for a moment before answering, keeping his head ducked.
“Y-yeah." He mumbles under his breath. "But It's been hard since the breakup hyung. Like… I just don't feel ready ya know?”
Hoseok's face falls as Jimin's eyes start welling up.
"I just... I know its dumb but I cant even be with anyone else yet." Jimin says as a tear falls down his cheek, "Its just... I tried going to bars and stuff but nobody makes me feel comfortable enough."
“Aww no don't cry, it's ok baby.” Hoseok wraps his arms firmly around Jimin's shoulders and Jimin relaxes into the hold. “He was a complete asshole, you hear me? Take all the time you need to find someone you feel comfortable with.”
Jimin signs and nuzzles into Hoseok's shoulder, breathing in the elder's cologne. What would he do without Hoseok?
A cough makes them both jump.
“Am I interrupting something?” A deep voice murmurs from the entrance of Jimin's cubicle. A voice he knows far too well.
Jimin sucks in a harsh breath and pushes Hoseok away, slightly embarrassed. A faint blush covers his cheeks as he wipes his eyes quickly.
"A-ah!" Hoseok stutters, equally as flustered, "Sunbae I’m just comforting Jimin about his breakup ah! Well it's been a while but-”
Jimin jabs Hoseok in the side with his elbow and gives him a sharp warning look to shut the fuck up.
Min Yoongi, part of the financial management group, stands before Jimin's cube. Under his cold exterior and sharp gaze, his soft pretty lips and smooth skin could make any maiden swoon. He’s notoriously single for years, according to secondhand office gossip Jimin accidentally hears in the break room. While others like to share family anecdotes and put up photos in their office, Min Yoongi is incredibly reserved and keeps his life private.
Perhaps it's the lack of personability that makes Min Yoongi so intimidating to Jimin. The man exudes confidence, and is the top performing consultant in their firm but nobody has been able to get a read on the man.
It could also be the sharp, crisp suits that the man chooses to wear everyday, easily out dressing everyone in professionalism. His hair is always slicked back and his shoes are shined to perfection, always.
Or the fact that nobody in the office has ever seen the man slip up. His office is bare and clean, only the essentials lay about. And when he talks, every word has meaning and intention.
When Min Yoongi walks through the office, people step aside to get out of his way. Even going at the lengths of making up reasons to take a different route than to walk by him.
He's never eaten at work. Ever. Only consuming one black coffee at 9am and 1pm. One of the ladies in HR said she saw him eating a sandwich once in the parking lot but nobody believes her.
He's an enigma and most definitely makes over three times Jimin’s salary, maybe four.
There is a long list of potential reasons why Jimin is intimidated by Min Yoongi.
Or maybe it's the simple fact that Jimin turns into a mess whenever he has to interact with a beautiful man.
“My condolences, Jimin-ssi.” Min Yoongi says, brow pinching in a frown.
Jimin sits up in his seat and clasps his hands in his lap, jaw tightening. “It was a year ago actually. I’m fine now, and Hoseok-hyung was just… leaving.”
Hoseok, taking his cue to leave, stumbles to his feet.
“R-right! See ya Jimin, don't work too hard!” Hoseok all but runs out of his cube and Jimin sighs. And like that, Jimin was left alone with the enigma of a man in front of him.
“How may I help you, Sunbae?”
Min Yoongi clears his throat. “I just wanted to see how you were doing on the proposal and if I needed to tell the client it would be coming late.”
Jimin clenches his jaw in slight annoyance, he knew Min Yoongi would approach him about the proposal. It's just one of the thousand things he’s had to juggle lately.
“No worries, I will have it done by the time I leave tonight.” Jimin says politely, but it comes out a bit snippy.
Crap.
There's a beat of silence where the two simply look at each other.
“If it's too much to ask then-” Min Yoongi begins.
“No, Min Sunbae, I am very capable at my job. It will be in your inbox in the morning and you can send it then." Jimin grabs his coffee and takes a sip, giving him something to do with his hands and internally cursing himself on how harsh his words sounded.
Min Yoongi blinks and they share a moment of awkward silence. Jimin can't tell if he offended the elder or not.
“Very well,” Min Yoongi states before turning the corner and leaving, and Jimin heaves a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later he gets a text from Hoseok.
Hoseok
That was scary owo
Jimin
You have no idea…
So I might have snapped at him a little after you left
Hoseok
Oh no u didn’t! He walked by my cube ya know. Had his fist clenched.
Jimin
Really?
Hoseok
WAIT--- I could be reading into things idk you know how he is
Jimin
Ugh
Anyway, I should properly apologize later. I’ll do it after I get this proposal out ffs.
The rest of the day is difficult, but Jimin is able to finish the proposal. He almost forgets to take the PR photos of the new office renovations and rebranding too. By the time he got around to it, the person who locks up the camera went home and Jimin almost had a panic attack.
Shit.
Internally praising himself for dropping an abhorrent amount of money on an expensive iPhone, he configures the camera settings as crisp as possible and is able to take some nice photos of the empty office before the sun set and the natural lighting was still good.
Practically jogging back to his computer, he hooks up his phone to the USB drive and quickly drags the photos he took into the email he already had drafted to Min Yoongi. He figures he can give the elder a few photos to review and choose which one to forward to the client.
Jimin lets out a sigh of relief as he clicks send, a literal weight leaving his shoulders. He checks his sent box before logging out to make sure it went through. Smiling, he grabs his coat and texts Jungkook that he's on his way over and will be picking up takeout.
It's been such a long day and he could really use some fried chicken right now. Tomorrow should be so much better.
~
The words stare back at him, mockingly.
"Park Jimin's Ultimate Sex bucket list to finish by his thirtieth birthday with Lee Taemin."
The title is pretty cringe , Jimin thinks to himself as he frowns at his computer monitor.
Jimin was having a good morning. It was going so fucking well. Sure, he woke up with a sore back after having to sleep on Jungkook’s ratty sofa for the second night in a row. Sure, he might have spilled his eggs on the floor while cooking breakfast (which he really should have interpreted as a bad omen). But it was still going great.
This isn't happening right now.
He made it to work on time, ready to face what Tuesday had to offer. Listened to his favorite audiobook during the commute. Even did some new apartment online shopping. He’s gonna need a microwave since his current place doesn’t come with one.
This is so majorly embarrassing and probably the most humiliating thing that has ever happened, therefore it simply couldn’t have happened.
Jimin stares at his email inbox and reads it one more time.
TO: Park Jimin
FROM: Min Yoongi
I made some edits to the body of the proposal but I think it looks satisfactory to send the draft to the client. Do you have our new logo for the signature? I think the one in the report template is outdated. Please send it to me by 9am and I can make the formatting change then forward it to the client.
(Also, I believe the first photo you attached was a mistake. Thought you should know.)
Thanks,
Min Yoongi
Financial Consultant
Pronouns: He/him
No.
No. No. No. No.
Absolutely fuck no.
Jimin could feel the mistake before he even opened the image that he attached to the email late last night. His body broke into a cold sweat as he clicked open the image.
The words stare at him mockingly.
"Park Jimin's Ultimate Sex bucket list to finish by his thirtieth birthday with Lee Taemin."
He’s never wanted to scream so loud in his life yet at the same time is unable to breathe.
Taking a shaky inhale, Jimin closes the email and stands up.
He has to fix this.
Jimin briskly walks to the front of the office building, out of the rows of cubes, and over to where the private offices are. He walks up to the door with the plaque, “Min Yoongi” and knocks. Once he hears a low “come in” he all but barges in, slamming the door behind him.
“I can explain!” Jimin says walking up to Min Yoongi’s wooden desk, slamming his palms down, and leaning onto them.
The elder is looking at him wide eyed, having jolted in his seat from Jimin’s wild entrance. Jimin is breathing hard and he can feel his face flush red.
"Jimin-ssi?" Yoongi asks insistently, slowly standing from his seat, hands held up like approaching a wild animal.
“I can explain please, oh god it was an accident!” Jimin says, stepping back and covering his face with his hands. “I fuck- I attached the wrong photo. I'm so sorry.”
“Jimin-ssi.”
“Oh my god you’re going to report me, right? I mean it must seem so desperate like why would you even believe me that it was an accident.”
Jimin rubs his palms over his face and into his hair, squeezing tight.
“Oh my god I’m going to be fired. I wrote that with Taemin... but he left and wow... when I thought I couldn’t fuck up more... I’m not even 30 yet and-”
He's such a fuck up. Everything Taemin said was right. He's so unlovable and worthless and can't do anything right--
“Jimin.” Firm hands grasp his wrists and Jimin tenses as he feels his hands being taken away from his face. In front of him stands Min Yoongi, with an incredibly concerned expression on his face.
“Jimin I’m going to need you to calm down, ok?”
Jimin nods dumbly and realizes how fast his heart is racing. He forces himself to breathe in and watches as Min Yoongi releases one of his wrists to pick up a kleenex from his desk and begin dabbing Jimin's cheeks gently.
Jimin's eyes widen as he realizes that he'd been crying.
“That's it, deep breaths.” Yoongi says, locking eyes with teary gaze as he continues to dab his cheeks.
Jimin breathes and finds his muscles immediately relaxing.
“Now, can you tell me in clear coherent sentences what you came in here to say?” Yoongi says after a moment.
Jimin bristles and takes a step back, bowing at 90 degrees.
“Min Yoongi-sunbae, I wanted to formally apologize for accidentally sending you an inappropriate photo last night. I swear I chose the wrong photo from my phone and I will accept whatever HR report you’d like to make.”
Jimin hears a low chuckle. “Jimin, please stand up.”
Jimin stands up wide eyed and is surprised to see Min Yoongi, who Jimin has never seen smile, laughing at him softly and gently. Soft, yet endearing. Jimin can't help but think that his laugh suits him.
“I won't be reporting you to HR. I understand that mistakes happen.” Min Yoongi says, “I know that you’re been working hard and I know you’ve been moving while putting in a lot of extra hours.”
Jimin’s eyes widen, “How do you know I’m moving?”
“Hoseok talks loud,” Yoongi’s thumb gestures to the door. Jimin blinks. Ah yeah, Hoseok works on this side of the office.
“Ah, ok. Well I’m really sorry you had to see that, you must have been disgusted.”
Yoongi frowns.
“Disgusted? Hardly." Yoongi says casually, circling around his desk to sit back down in his leather chair. "Just surprised… is all.”
Jimin feels a little bit awkward, like something shifted in the air, and he doesn't quite know what it is. Jimin watches Yoongi sit down in his chair, thumbing at his notepad. No longer paying Jimin any direct attention, but Jimin still has a tickling feeling in his chest.
When the awkwardness becomes unbearable, Jimin coughs and moves to go to the door.
“Well thank you Min-Sunbae, I’ll get back to my desk and send you the logo you asked for." Jimin says, turning the door handle and opening it. Now that he’s thoroughly embarrassed himself even more by having a breakdown in the man’s office. It's time to make an escape---
“Jimin, if you need help let me know.”
Jimin turns back and bows slightly in the doorway. “Thank you sunbae, I think I have the proposal taken care of, but the next one might be late because-”
“I wasn’t talking about the reports, Jimin.”
Jimin feels a cold shiver run down his spine followed by a flush of warmth that goes right to his cheeks. "E-excuse me?" He manages to squeak out, locking eyes with the elder.
Min Yoongi sits leaning back in his chair, one hand fiddling with a pen on his desk, eyes boring into Jimin's like he can see right to his soul. Something dark and sinister in that gaze and the way he's sitting back in his chair, legs spread but concealed by the desk. Jimin would be lying if he said the sight wasn't working for him.
“If I heard correctly,” Yoongi drawls, “It's almost your 30th birthday, no?”
Jimin’s mouth goes dry. Is he---
“If you would like help with your bucket list, I may be able to help. I’ve got a bit… of experience.”
Just then, Yoongi’s phone rings and the spell is broken. The elder switches back into business mode and it leaves Jimin with whiplash.
“Ah there is my 8:30 call, sorry I have to take this." Jimin watches in a stupor as Yoongi scoots into his desk and grabs a notepad, shooting Jimin a brief look. "Think about it. If you accept my offer, wear that silver blouse with the sparkles on Friday. You know the one."
What the fuck just-
"If your answer is no, wear the red blouse. I'll understand your message and never bring up the subject again."
Did he just--
Jimin is gaping at him stock still in the doorway, mind trying to process what the fuck he just heard.
Yoongi answers the phone, “This is Min Yoongi, just one moment please." before turning to Jimin, "Also, I still need that logo by 9am once I’m done with this call. That would be all.”
Jimin watches as Yoongi turns to take the call as a thousand thoughts flutter through his brain.
He somehow figures out how to move his legs and heads back to his desk, still in shock over what just happened.
Jimin is on autopilot as he goes back to his desk, finds the logo, and sends it to Min Yoongi.
TO: Min Yoongi
FROM: Park Jimin
Please see attached for the revised logo.
Park Jimin
Marketing
The response is almost instant.
TO: Park Jimin
FROM: Min Yoongi
Thank you Jimin-ssi. Talk to you later.
Min Yoongi
Financial Consultant
Pronouns: he/him
~
Hoseok spits his water back into his cup.
"He WHAT?"
“Shush!” Jimin says, standing from his chair to lean over the table and their unfinished sandwiches to shove a napkin in Hoseok's face. "Why are you so damn dramatic!"
"How can I not!" Hoseok screeches under the napkin Jimin has pressed to his mouth. A few other patrons in the small cafe give them curious side glances.
"Just... promise not to say his name!" Jimin whisper-yells and waits for a nod from Hoseok before retracting his hand and sitting back down in his chair.
"Wow~ my little Jiminie." Hoseok says, smirking and picking up his sandwich to take a bite, "So promiscuous. It's like I manifested it yesterday or something."
Jimin rolls his eyes. After heading back to his desk in a stupor this morning, he texted Hoseok immediately after his brain started to function again and asked him out to lunch. There was no way Jimin was able to keep this morning's events bottled up inside for the rest of the day.
"Also I can't believe you accidentally attached the... you know... in your email." Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows.
Jimin groans and leans his elbows on the table, putting his head in his hands, "Oh please don't remind me again. I'm still mortified."
Hoseok laughs at him, to Jimin's dismay. At least someone can find the humor in this situation.
"So..." Hoseok asks between bites, "Are you gonna do it?"
"I don't know Hyung. I'm still... you know..." Jimin sighs, “He’s also my fucking coworker.”
Hoseok frowns, "Well let me ask you this, did you think it was hot? Him coming onto you like that?"
This time it was Jimin's turn to choke on water. "Hyung!" He whispers-yells as a blush spreads across his face.
Hoseok shrugs, continuing to eat his sandwich.
"Ya know, at the end of the day it's up to you Jimin. But just remember there is a difference between being ready to move on and holding yourself back from moving on."
Hoseok says, leveling Jimin with a steady gaze, "At the end of the day, only you know the difference. You know your comfort limits so trust your gut. But allow yourself to be happy too sometimes, yeah?"
"Ah... hyung." Jimin says, looking down at his sandwich and tearing up.
What Hoseok said was like a punch to the gut. Has Jimin really been sabotaging himself from moving on? Is he clinging to the past in order to control the future? What are his motivations for vehemently remaining single and celibate?
Besides, how does Jimin know that he needs to give himself distance when he never really got to know himself in the first place?
"Jiminie~" Hoseok says, reaching out to lace his fingers together with Jimin, "Please dont cry again. I'm so sorry for bringing up your relationship."
Jimin squeezes Hoseok's hand in return. "It's ok Hyung, I'm just frustrated with it all."
"Hmm." Hoseok hums while rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of Jimin's hand as Jimin lets more tears fall. "I'm always on your side Jimin, for anything."
"I know Hyung." Jimin says, wiping away some stray tears and sniffling, head hanging low.
"Hey Jiminie," Hoseok says, lowering his head to meet Jimin's gaze and smirking, "You know what helps with frustration?"
"Hyung!" Jimin says, cracking a smile and playfully hitting Hoseok on the shoulder.
~
A few days go by and Jimin's mind clears up as well as his workload. He's able to finish up a lot of projects and it feels good not having the stress of many deadlines.
Jimin sees Min Yoongi around the office, but the elder acts like their conversation never even happened. It's nice to know that there is no pressure, but also makes Jimin feel like he’s overthinking this a bit too much.
Or perhaps he already knows his answer.
It's after dinner on Thursday evening that Jimin makes his way from Jungkook's flat to his new apartment. Turning the key to the front door, Jimin is met with a neat stack of boxes and his furniture pushed to one side.
He walks through the living room and kitchen, all still bare as he hasn't had the time to unpack anything during the work week. Jimin's footsteps echo over the hardwood floor as he walks through the short hallway that leads to his bedroom and bathroom.
The bathroom is clean and sterile, not a speck in sight. Jimin turns on the water and lets the cool tap flow, running his fingers underneath before pushing his wet hand through his hair.
He turns to go to the bedroom, opening the door and stopping to stand in the doorway. The bedroom has plush carpet that sinks under the weight of Jimin's shoes. Its is completely empty, and Jimin lets out a sigh of disappointment. Of course it would be empty. Should he have expected anything else?
He pulls open the blinds of the large window facing the road and basks in the sunlight that filters in behind clouds in the sky. Unlatching the window, he pushes it open, breathing in the fresh air. A slight breeze enters the room and rustles his hair.
New beginnings indeed.
He looks around the vacant room and smiles when he sees his bedroom only has one closet.
Later on, Jimin decides to unpack a few things. He puts away some pots and pans and toiletries, the easy stuff that he will need right away.
Next, he shoves all the clothing and shoe boxes to the bedroom, leaving the dismantled furniture and miscellaneous boxes in the living room.
"There!" He exclaims after sorting the boxes, proud of accomplishing at least something today.
Jimin pauses before leaving the bedroom, biting his lower lip. Before his brain can say otherwise, he kneels before the closest clothing box and opens it up.
There, on top of everything, in the first box he tried, was his shiny silver blouse. A blouse that is more suitable for the club than the office. A blouse that he desperately wore one day to work when he had no clean clothes left. Hoseok had complimented him on it but the shame never left him. He knew in his mind that he wasn't supposed to be wearing the blouse to work. He'd gone clubbing in this thing multiple times throughout the years. He'd sweat through it, got piss drunk in it, made out with Taemin in it...
Although the blouse covered all of his chest, Jimin still felt so exposed at work wearing it. Almost like he was committing some kind of sin instead of wearing the clothes he dedicated as "work clothes".
Jimin pulls the blouse out of the box and holds it up into the light.
Why Min Yoongi, of all shirts, would ask Jimin to wear this one is beyond Jimin's comprehension. Also, Jimin was very sure that he'd only worn this thing to work one time.
Swallowing thickly, Jimin tucks the shirt under his arm and stands to leave. He doesn't even bother digging around for the red blouse he wears regularly.
He'd like to say that he took his time thinking it over, but in reality, Jimin had made up his mind days ago.
~
Jimin wears the blouse to work on Friday and it's no less uncomfortable than the first time. Nobody gives him any looks or treats him differently, but Jimin feels different.
As he walks to his cubicle, Jimin spots Min Yoongi at the coffee pot. Their eyes lock for a brief moment before Yoongi turns his attention back to pouring his coffee. Not even a reaction.
Saying Jimin is nervous is an understatement. He was feeling so confident and bold last night, re-reading the list and relishing in the fact that he has a hot successful man under his thumb offering to do Jimin's most dirtiest fantasies to him. He felt pretty good until he put the damn shirt on this morning and reality hit him.
He feels like a fool. So many things could go wrong. And if it does, Jimin's blaming the damn shirt.
~
It's about mid-morning when the silence and anxiety makes Jimin realize he can’t wait any longer.
Hoseok
So.. any news? ;)
Jimin
NOPE haha
Omg what if i got played?
Hoseok
Ugh doubt it. Ur so hot in that shirt. Man’s got taste.
10/10 would rail
Jimin
Well I’m waiting
If I have to wait another minute then i’m going to explode from anxiety istg
Jimin locks his phone and tosses it on his desk. He checks the clock.
11:36am
There is no way he's going to be able to concentrate on work with this lingering in the back of his mind, so he stands up in a huff.
Jimin stands outside Min Yoongi's office, fists clenching and unclenching. He’s already made it this far and he ain't gonna bitch out now. Hoseok gives him a thumbs up from where he's watching Jimin from his cube down the hall. He can do this.
Jimin knocks softly twice.
"Come in." Yoongi’s voice says and Jimin takes a deep breath as he pushes the door open.
"Hi" Jimin says more timidly than he'd like as he steps inside Min Yoongi's office. The elder is sitting hunched over his desk looking over a folder. He has a pair of thick rimmed reading glasses on, and lifts his gaze as Jimin walks in.
As Jimin steps inside and closes the door behind him, he can feel Min Yoongi's gaze rake over him from head to toe. So... Jimin may have dressed up today, busting out his nicest black slightly heeled Chelsea boots, tight fitting slacks, and of course, the silver blouse. Jimin kept it conservative with the jewelry, only wearing a thin silver bracelet and silver hoops, but he definitely tried. And he looks damn good.
Jimin gulps as the elder raises his eyebrow in question.
"Can we talk?" Jimin squeaks out and curses at how timid he sounds again. Why does he have to be a mess right now?
Yoongi puts down the folder and leans back in his chair, gripping the armrest. His gaze burns into Jimin’s eyes, his expression not giving away anything that's running through his head. Its driving Jimin crazy.
"About what, Jimin-ssi?"
Jimin clutches his hands behind his back and breaks eye contact, choosing to look at the floor shyly. Good god is he a mess. "Y-you know."
Yoongi's eyes widen in realization and he smirks. “At work? At least give me the chance to ask you to dinner first.”
If Jimin wasn't blushing before, he definitely is now. "I---"
"Please, sit down." Yoongi says, clearing some papers off his desk and turning off his computer monitor. He patiently waits as Jimin makes himself comfortable in the spare chair on the other side of Yoongi's desk. Jimin clasps his hands in his lap and worries his bottom lip.
Pull it together, Jimin. You're almost 30 and you're acting like a blushing virgin right now!
Yoongi clears his throat and it startles Jimin.
“I know I came on a little strong," Yoongi says, avoiding Jimin's gaze. He leans back and scratches the back of his head, "You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right? Consent is important."
Ah shit, now he’s done it. Smooth, Jimin.
“I--- want to but I’m... just a little nervous?" Jimin winces and shifts in his seat, "It's been a while and... I guess I just wanted to talk? We haven’t talked at all s-so..."
“Talking is important, Jimin. There is no need to be ashamed of wanting to discuss these things first." Yoongi says, leaning his elbows on the desk. "Do you mind if we drop the honorifics when we’re talking about such topics?"
Jimin nods, eyes widening.
"Good! Then call me hyung." Yoongi says with a small smile, clasping his hands together.
"Now Jimin, what do you know about BDSM or fetish lifestyle? Seems like that is part of quite a few things on your list."
Jimin clears his throat and feels his cheeks heat up. No beating around the bush anymore.
“Um… just from what I’ve seen... and looked at... online,” Jimin says carefully.
“Then I’ll be open and vulnerable with you first. I worked as an escort during college through the end of my masters degree to make ends meet. And not a normal escort... but one that specialized in providing specific experiences to clients."
What? Jimin's eyes widen.
"It's a long story of how I got into it, but at the end of the day, it was a fun and rewarding experience that paid pretty well." Yoongi says, eyes never leaving Jimin’s.
“I haven't done anything like that in years, to be quite honest, work has kinda dominated my life." Yoongi continues, leaning back in his chair. "But after seeing your list, something sparked in me. That familiar thrill of doing what I loved to do. So that's why I offered.”
Jimin gulps, this is not how he expected this conversation to go. An escort? Min Yoongi? Jimin may have not known what to expect, but he definitely didn’t expect that. Yoongi looks at him expectantly but Jimin is so shocked that he's not really able to say anything. Sensing Jimin's discomfort, Yoongi continues.
“Therefore... if you’re comfortable with this arrangement, I’d love to try this with you. Just like any kind of relationship, you can leave at any time. Consent and safety is the priority.”
Ah, ok. Jimin knows what this is.
“So, friends with benefits?” Jimin says quietly.
Yoongi smirks, “Sure, if you want to think of it that way. BDSM in particular can get intense and emotional in a variety of ways, so there is a certain level of vulnerability we'll be experiencing together."
Wait.
“So..." Jimin's head is spinning, "That means you’re my dom?”
Yoongi laughs, leaning back in his chair.
“We don't need to stick to the conventional naming. But judging by your list, you want to experience more submissive activities and I don't mind helping you through them.”
Ok, this conversation is getting a bit overwhelming for Jimin. His mind feels like its buzzing with all the new information while a nervous excitement races through his veins.
"Ok..." Jimin says, taking a breath.
"Ok?" Yoongi tilts his head in question.
Jimin steels his gaze, and sits up in his seat to confidently meet Yoongi’s eyes. "Why do you want to help me?”
Yoongi’s eyes glint as he cracks a smile. “Oh Jimin, this is completely a mutually beneficial experience. Trust me, it's an honor for you to consider this.”
Ok.
Ok. Ok.
Jimin can do this. He's not a child.
Handsome man is interested in him. Remember what Hoseok said? Let yourself have happiness.
“Regardless, you’re obviously very anxious about this. I apologize for pressuring you, I just… got ahead of myself.” Yoongi says calmly, just like he spoke the entire conversation. He scratches behind his head awkwardly. “The offer is always open should you change your mind.”
Change... what now?
“N-no I don't feel… pressured." Jimin says, sitting forward in his seat and raising his hands, "Just my own... insecurities?... getting in the way?”
“Well," Yoongi sighs, "I'm relieved. I never want to make you uncomfortable." Theres a pause before he continues, head tilted with a smirk, "Its just... usually you look like you want to eat me alive and right now you look like a scared animal."
Jimin bristles. "I do not look like I want to eat you alive!" Jimin whines.
"Mmhm. Sure Jimin." Yoongi says, smiling and leaning forward again. "Then you go writing things like... what was number three again?
"Nooo don't tease me anymore!" Jimin says, hiding his face in his hands.
"Oh!" Yoongi says straightening in his seat like he dramatically remembered something, "Something about being gagged and restrained while you bent over and used like a---"
"Yoongi hyung!" Jimin yells, leaning across the desk and clasping his hands over Yoongi's mouth. "Please spare me."
Yoongi blinks owlishly, seemingly taken aback by Jimin's hands on his face.
They're close, and Jimin can't help but notice Yoongi's delicate eyelashes and the slight freckles sprinkled across this nose. Jimin's breath hitches and he pulls his hands away, coughing awkwardly.
"Hmm? You called me hyung." Yoongi says, breaking into a wide, goofy grin.
Smiling really does look good on Yoongi. Jimin has never seen Yoongi smile more often than he has this week. Smiling really changes the man, making him more... squishy and cute. Jimin fights back a coo.
It gives him enough confidence to say what comes next.
"Hyung I..." Jimin says, eyes flitting to the elder's lips, unconsciously licking his own, "Can I... you said I should always communicate..."
Jimin watches as Yoongi's gaze flicks over his face, eyes darkening. "Yeah baby, come here." Yoongi says, voice deepening, “Is that alright? If I call you baby ?”
Jimin nods as he stands up. Then he rounds the desk, standing before Yoongi.
"Y-you know... just to break the ice..." Jimin mutters as Yoongi reaches a hand to rest on the back on Jimin's neck, guiding him down.
"Mmmhm. Of course, baby." Yoongi mutters against Jimin's lips, "Anything you want."
Jimin's heart pounds in his chest as he leans down and timidly brings himself closer to Yoongi's face, bracing one hand on the chair's armrest and the other on the desk.
He honestly doesn't know where this stroke of bravery came from. Maybe it was the level of vulnerability that the elder had during their talk, or the way that Jimin was able to see past his cool facade.
After working himself up about how today was going to go once he put on that silver blouse, after all the anxiety of what to say and do, it all turned out much easier than Jimin expected. Jimin has to admit that Min Yoongi is a charming man. The elder has been nothing but kind and courteous, albeit a little bit teasing.
However, what's not kind and courteous is how the elder kisses him.
The first press of their lips is soft, Jimin melts in the sensation of feeling a kiss for the first time since his ex left—-
Jimin frowns and hesitates, pulling backwards slightly.
Really shouldn’t be thinking about that asshole right now.
Luckily Min Yoongi doesn’t let their kiss end there and presses forward, deepening the kiss. Jimin gasps in surprise, any thoughts of Taemin yeeting themself away as his attention focuses back to the current moment.
Jimin feels that familiar rush of arousal, like flames dancing across his skin. Something he didn’t think he would be able to feel with an almost-stranger. It’s all so very new and exciting.
Yoongi reaches up his free hand to caress Jimin’s other cheek, cupping his face gently and bringing Jimin closer. Jimin follows pliantly, eagerly returning every kiss from the man sitting in front of him. He has to grip the desk as things turn more open mouthed. Jimin lets his tongue slip inside the elder’s mouth and Yoongi hums in response, tightening his grip on Jimin’s jaw and curling his tongue in a way that makes Jimin’s toes tingle and he lets out a small moan.
“Sunbae, your next appointment is here.” Someone knocks on the door, startling Jimin and making him jump backwards.
Oh right, they’re still at work.
Jimin’s cheeks head up as the realization of what just happened hits him.
Holy fuck did that just—
“Thank you.” Min Yoongi answers cooly, even tempered as always, and stands up from his chair while grabbing a notepad. “Well you surprised me with that, Jimin.”
Holy fuck Jimin really did just almost jump this man in the middle of the workday. Jimin can’t look the elder in the eye right now, but he manages to look up at the elder who is sporting a smirk.
There is a small moment of silence where Jimin frets over what to say, but Yoongi carries on.
“I think we should talk, preferably outside of work this time.” Yoongi chuckles.
Jimin groans. He’s never been one to take teasing well.
“What are you doing Saturday?”
Jimin thinks for a moment, realizing he has no plans besides unpacking. But that can wait.
“Nothing in particular.”
“Perfect,” Yoongi says, rounding the desk and heading to the door, “Let’s get lunch together, my treat.”
Jimin nods dumbly. Lunch. He can do lunch.
“I’ll see you Saturday then.” Yoongi says reaching for the door, but before turning the knob he turns back to Jimin and says, “I keep a small mirror in my bottom drawer, if you need to, ya know.” The elder gestures to his face.
“Wha—“ Jimin says, eyes widening. Yoongi laughs before stepping out of the office and closing the door behind him.
Surely enough, the light amount of makeup he put on this morning was smeared around his mouth.
Jimin gratefully uses the mirror as he turns over the events that just took place.
Saturday. He swallows thickly. He’s already embarrassed himself enough with this whole ordeal. So if the elder is still keen on seeing him, then…
Giving himself a small smile in the mirror, Jimin prepares himself to carry on with his day. The promise of Saturday itching in the back of his mind.
~
To say Jimin was nervous was an understatement.
He woke up naturally at 5am, body thrumming with energy even though it’s his day off and he had plenty of time to sleep in. Realizing he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, Jimin forced himself up and into the shower. He stares at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth, willing himself to get it together.
They’re just going to lunch today, nothing more is expected.
But—-
There is something about this entire situation that has Jimin’s mind racing. Jimin thinks it must be his insecurities talking because the feeling is only there when he’s alone. When he’s with Min Yoongi, well he feels—-
Jimin shakes his head and wills his thoughts to go away before rinsing his mouth in the sink.
He’s already embarrassed himself enough by not knowing how to act around the man. I mean, people are in friends with benefits relationships all the time, right? Yoongi has been very mature and respectful about approaching their relationship. In fact, if Jimin were to call things off right now he doubts the elder would be upset. Taemin was never very good with rejection—-
Jimin freezes and grips the side of the sink bowl, tensing up.
NOT going down that path this morning .
Jimin briskly walks out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, determined to make himself a good breakfast. When he gets into the kitchen and realizes most everything is still in boxes, he pauses and sighs.
I guess unpacking would be a good distraction to pass the time.
~
Yoongi
Hey Jimin, I’m outside in the parking lot.
Jimin, you there?
~
“Nae pi ttam nunmul-“Jimin belts to the song blasting from his small portable speaker as he tries to figure out how to screw the goddamn legs on his table, “Nae majimak chumeul da~!”
“Gajyeoga gaAAAAHHH—- OH MY FUCKING GOD—“, A knock on the door makes him jump, dropping his small electric drill right on his foot.
Jimin crumples into a ball, clutching his left foot which he is pretty sure has its own heartbeat right now.
“Fuckkkkk—-“
“Jimin? Are you ok?” Min Yoongi’s voice comes from the other side of the door. Jimin rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, wincing in pain. Min Yoongi is here? Was it that time already? Jimin didn’t even make time to mentally prepare himself.
He manages to stand on his good foot and hop over to the door, spots dancing in behind his eyes. Jimin unlocks the door and swings it inward, leaning against the door frame and breathing heavily.
Sure enough, Min Yoongi is standing outside his door and Jimin has to do a double take.
Gone is the suit and gelled back hair, the man in front of him looks like a completely different person. He’s wearing all black, from his shoes to his jeans to his v-neck t-shirt. His ears have multiple silver studs lined up the side and coordinated silver rings and bracelets on his hands. His hair is pushed forward covering his forehead with a soft grey beanie on top.
Jimin stands (well, leans) in the doorway gaping, and frankly embarrassed, about the ratty old running shorts and tank top he’s currently sweating in after doing an entire morning’s worth of labor with no AC.
Jimin’s mouth goes dry and he swallows thickly. It takes everything to not lose his balance, “Wha—“
“Jimin, are you alright?” Yoongi says, stepping forward, face marred in concern.
Jimin honestly forgot about his foot for a moment, and suddenly he notices that, oh yeah, he’s in a lot of pain, “Uh, I’m gonna be honest. No?”
Jimin lets Yoongi put an arm around his waist and guide him back into the chaos of his apartment and to the nearest chair. Jimin tries not to swoon as he breathes in the elder’s cologne. It’s different from the one he wears at work and honestly suits him better.
“Do you have ice?” Yoongi says scanning the kitchen. There are half opened boxes everywhere and hardly anywhere to walk.
“Uh, I haven't made any yet.” Jimin winces, “Sorry I haven’t had any time to unpack yet. Couldn’t get time off work. Got a bit carried away this morning...”
Jimin fumbles with his words, avoiding eye contact with the elder. He really is a mess, isn’t he? He looks down at his hands in his lap, twiddling his fingers nervously. Jimin hears rustling from the kitchen and looks up to see Yoongi digging through one of the half empty boxes in the kitchen.
"Ah! Wait!" Jimin says, hopping off the chair and hobbling over to the elder, leaning his weight into the counter as he shuffles over. "What are you looking for? I can get it..."
"Jimin please, sit down and rest for a moment." Min Yoongi says, frowning. "You need to put your foot up." He pulls an empty ice cube tray from the box he was rummaging in and navigates his way to the sink.
“But It's my apartment..." Jimin grumbles under his breath and hobbles back over to the chair.
"Mmmhm," Yoongi hums with a small smile and Jimin pouts.
"You weren't supposed to hear that." Jimin pouts and props his leg up on a box. "Besides, I'm a fully capable adult, I swear!"
"Of course, baby." Yoongi says, stepping over boxes and balancing the ice tray over to the freezer. "Anything you say."
"Don't patronize me Min Yoongi!" Jimin whines leaning back in the chair, "My foot is already in pain, I don't need a headache too!"
Yoongi snorts, turning to Jimin. "Oh too late for that Jimin."
"Don’t make me pull that beanie over your eyes,” Jimin huffs, “Then you might stub your toe too.”
“Don’t worry,” Yoongi says with a wicked smile, “I trust you’ll catch me if I fall.”
It's strange how their relationship dynamic has shifted within the last week. Like all of a sudden their barriers came down and a completely different man stands before Jimin. It's strangely comfortable, despite them hardly knowing each other very well. Enough to still make Jimin nervous, but Yoongi has a way of pulling him out of his self doubt. The elder has only been here for about three minutes and has already been able to disarm Jimin’s defenses like magic.
"Does it hurt?" Yoongi says, eyes softening and Jimin can't help but blush. Yoongi stands in front of him, hands in his pockets, really looking at Jimin like he's worth something, and it makes Jimin’s heart clench.
"It feels a little bit better, actually." Jimin mutters.
"Good!" Yoongi chirps before hooking one arm under the back of Jimin's knees and the other around his middle, hoisting the younger into a cradle against his chest.
Jimin shrieks, latching his arms around Yoongi's neck to not fall. "Hyung! Wha---" Jimin says.
"Hold on, I'm not that strong." Yoongi grunts as he sidesteps boxes and walks into the living room. The elder hobbles them over to Jimin's old couch and drops Jimin on the cushions, almost stumbling forward.
"Gah!" Jimin says, falling on his back, "Warn a guy next time!"
Yoongi laughs, panting. Standing up and running his fingers through his black hair--- beanie lost somewhere along the way.
"So you want there to be a 'next time'?" Yoongi says, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oh my god you're a dork!" Jimin says as Yoongi turns and picks up the drill that assaulted Jimin earlier. "Hyung, what are you doing?"
"Got some furniture to put together." He says, sitting down and analyzing the table Jimin was working on earlier.
Jimin feels a wave of guilt and shifts on the couch to stand up, "Hyung wait--- let me help."
"No Jimin, be a good boy and rest your foot." Yoongi says, smiling over his shoulder. "You can help when you're ready."
Reluctantly, Jimin complies. He leans back into the couch and watches Yoongi get to work.
~
Life has a weird way of working itself out , Jimin ponders as he lounges on his couch watching Min Yoongi curse while putting together a bookcase. You really don't know how life will end up until it actually happens.
One day you're crying over your ex, the next day you're sending your sex bucket list to your coworker and subsequently agreeing to be fuck buddies (?), and now you're watching that man who is practically a stranger struggle to reassemble your old Ikea bookcase without instructions.
"Fuck Jimin, how the hell is this piece supposed to fit here?" Yoongi grunts.
It's not. Jimin thinks to himself, frowning. He's got the whole thing backwards.
And that's just the beauty in life, its infinity chaotic. Never fully starting, nor ending. The only constant is change.
"Oh my god its fucking backwards!"
Mmh. Jimin nods sagely, crossing his arms, I foretold that one.
Life... is like an over complicated Ikea bookcase. It looks straightforward, but so full of surprises that you never see coming.
"That's it." Jimin says, standing from the couch. His foot has been propped up for a whole hour and the pain is almost all gone, "I'm stepping in, Hyung. For both of our sanity." Yoongi grumbles but scoots over and the two of them together are able to figure out how to do it.
The afternoon is spent building furniture and unpacking boxes, only taking a small break to order takeout. In the end, they manage to unpack almost all of Jimin's things. The bare walls have photos, curtains are hung up, and the rooms are rearranged in a livable way. Jimin is liking the space more and more with every box he unpacks.
"Ah, what is this?" Yoongi says, opening up a box and pulling out a piece of paper. Jimin bristles as the elder lifts it up.
“Oh?” Yoongi smirks, “Could this be the original list?"
"Everything in that box goes straight to the dumpster," Jimin says coldly before turning to unpack another box of books.
"Hmm alrighty then." Yoongi says and Jimin hears a loud tear. His head spins around and he sees Yoongi ripping the paper.
"What are you doing?" Jimin frowns.
"Hmm." Yoongi says nonchalantly, “You said he belongs in the trash, so I'm leaving him there. But this… is you. So it stays."
Yoongi had ripped the heading off the page. The only thing that remains on the page is the bulleted list of 15 things.
"Your ex may not have a presence in your life anymore, Jimin." Yoongi says, looking him in the eyes, "But you owe it to yourself to own your own experiences now."
Jimin could cry, but instead he turns away and unpacks the last books from his box. "Let's do the bed frame now, shall we?" Jimin says, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.
Yoongi frowns in disgust, "That thing looks like a menace to put together."
And it was.
~
"Fuck." Yoongi flops across Jimin's mattress and not soon after does Jimin falls next to him. "That was probably the worst experience of my adult life. And I've dealt with some shitty clients at work, Jimin."
Jimin laughs breathlessly, still breathing hard from having to hold the main mattress support while Yoongi figured out how the thing was supposed to connect to the end boards. But they did it. They managed to put together everything Jimin owns. And Jimin can't be more grateful for the help.
"Hyung?" Jimin says after a while and receives no response. He frowns and rolls onto his side, spying the elder laying on his back with his eyes closed. "Are you asleep?"
"No."
Jimin giggles, scooting closer.
Up close, Min Yoongi is a dream. Jimin still can't get over how pretty the elder is. From his puffy pink lips to his smooth skin--- oh and Jimin has always wanted to boop his nose.
Not even thinking twice, Jimin reaches out his hand and presses his pointer finger to the tip of Yoongi's button nose.
"ᵇᵒᵒᵖ" Jimin whispers and Yoongi's eyes snap open, the elder seizing Jimin's wrist.
Jimin shrieks as Yoongi drags Jimin top of him, positioning them face to face.
"Did you just boop my nose?" Yoongi mutters.
With how close they are, Jimin feels Yoongi's breath across his face. Jimin's eyes can't help but wander down to the elder's lips because even though they kissed only briefly yesterday, the craving to do it again is still lingering like a drug.
"Want to try something?" Yoongi asks, hands curling around Jimin's waist. "No pressure."
Jimin's eyes snap up to Yoongi's eyes, "What is it?"
"Number 5."
Jimin's breath hitches as nerves begin to flutter in his stomach. Oh right--- that’s what Yoongi is here for afterall.
Jimin rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, willing himself to calm down. Meanwhile Yoongi is shuffling in Jimin's walk-in closet. If Jimin wasn't so nervous he'd offer to help.
"Found it!" The elder says, walking back over to the bare mattress. Jimin feels the bed shift as Yoongi's knee dips into the mattress. "I suppose I should start off by saying that I'm clean."
Oh. good point. Jimin didn't even think about that.
"I-I am too." He fumbles out. Not like he got any since his last doctor visit anyway.
"Jimin?" Yoongi says softly, "Seriously. Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Oh god no Hyung!" Jimin says, sitting up and looking at Yoongi. "Trust me, I want to... you know... I'm just... jeez I just have this mental block in my head telling me I'm undeserving."
Jimin feels his demons creep into his peripherals but they don't stay there for long as Min Yoongi leans over and captures his lips in a rough kiss.
Jimin gasps and falls backwards, tugging the elder on top of him without breaking their kiss.
Jimin lets his back melt into the mattress as Yoongi cages Jimin’s head between his forearms and licks into the younger’s mouth. Jimin moans and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck, threading his fingers through the baby hairs at his nape. It’s all so familiar to Jimin, but so new. Taemin was his first with everything, but Yoongi... is so much different and more.
Jimin feels the rush of arousal pass over him as they continue to kiss, letting Yoongi take the lead. Sex and intimacy has always been about being with someone, at least to Jimin. He's never been the one to sleep around, but this experience... is so new and exciting and low pressure that Jimin can feel himself loosening up as Yoongi's weight presses onto his chest.
Yoongi breaks their kiss, propping himself on his hands and looking down at Jimin, panting slightly. Jimin lets out a small whine at the loss of contact, dropping his arms to his chest. Yoongi's dark gaze rakes over Jimin's face and Jimin can't help but squirm a little.
"So..." Yoongi's voice rumbles lower than usual and Jimin thinks he could probably get off to that alone at this rate, "Traffic lights."
"T-traffic lights?" Jimin says breathy, but confused.
"Yup-p." Yoongi says, popping the 'p'. "It may sound silly, but let's use traffic lights for consent. Saying "green" means you're totally into what we're doing and that it's ok to continue."
Jimin nods slowly and gulps, he'd heard about this before online but didn’t think people actually did it.
"Yellow means we need to slow down or try something a different way..." Yoongi continues, keeping his gaze steady and earnest on Jimin. "Or if you need a break."
Jimin can feel his breath hitch and he nods. He could do that.
"Red means we need to stop whatever the fuck we're doing. No excuses, no questions asked. Everything stops immediately." Yoongi's gaze hardens and Jimin nods for a third time.
"I will ask you for a color periodically, or you can just blurt it out. It also goes both ways, I'll use the same system," Yoongi says, "Like I said before, consent is my absolute priority at all times. No exceptions."
Jimin nods for a fourth time and lets out a small, "Ok."
"Good." Yoongi says, smiling. He lifts up one hand to cup Jimin's cheek, letting his thumb brush over Jimin's reddened lips. "Then what's your color right now, baby?"
Jimin flushes at the pet name, feeling his knees going weak even though he's laying down.
"So, so green, Hyung." Jimin says breathlessly, "In fact, if you don't touch me soon I'm going to scream."
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "I forgot how bold you can be, Park."
Jimin pouts, full bottom lip extruding, "Don't call me 'Park'. I'd prefer 'Baby'."
"Ok baby," Yoongi chuckles before leaning in to nip at Jimin's bottom lip with his teeth, "How about you put your arms up and I wrap your wrists with this pretty scarf I found, hmm?"
Jimin lets a whine escape from his throat as Yoongi grabs the scarf and tosses it next to Jimin. It's one of Jimin’s favorite silky scarves. Jungkook gave Jimin that scarf a few years ago and Jimin regularly wears it in the winter.
Jimin nods quickly, eyes fixed on the scarf while biting his lower lip, I’m sorry, Jungkookie.
Yoongi leans down, trailing kisses along Jimin’s jaw, the younger craning his neck to give access. Jimin clutches the sides of Yoongi’s t-shirt as he finds himself tingling at the soft kisses the elder leaves. As Yoongi presses his lips to the juncture of Jimin’s jaw and ear, he murmurs in his deep breathy voice “You want to be tied up that badly, hmm?”
Jimin can hear and feel the heat of Yoongi’s breath across his neck and it makes his toes curl.
Jimin lets out another whine and nods again and Yoongi chuckles, then leans in to nibble the outer shell on Jimin’s ear, letting his tongue graze the side.
“Ah--.” Jimin gasps, since when was he so sensitive there!? He moves his head to give Yoongi the most space possible to continue whatever the fuck he is doing cause its making Jimin squirm before they’ve even done anything yet.
Abruptly, Yoongi sits back on his heels, straddling Jimin. Yoongi reaches for the scarf and pulls it taught between his hands. He gazes down at Jimin hungrily and Jimin shudders in anticipation.
“Hands up, babydoll.” Yoongi purrs, low and grave.
Jimin’s heart rate picks up as he lifts his hands above his head, fingertips grazing the headboard. Yoongi leans over him and clasps Jimin’s hands together, wrapping the delicate fabric around his wrists a few times and looping it around the back support of the headboard. At the brush of the fabric, Jimin can feel himself starting to chub up.
Jimin can’t see what's going on, the only view being a sliver of skin on Yoongi’s chest exposed from the vneck he’s wearing. He isn’t able to resist temptation and cranes his neck to press open mouth kisses to the column of Yoongi’s throat. Jimin feels Yoongi hum in his chest.
“You’re making this hard, babydoll.” Yoongi rasps as he finishes the knot and sits back admiring his work. “Test it out and tell me your color Jimin.”
Jimin’s arms are stretched as far as they can be above his head, like he was going for a dive in the pool. The silk scarf keeps him in place as Jimin gives a small tug. There is no stretch or give.
Jimin looks back at Yoongi who is sitting back on his heels, waiting for Jimin’s answer. It’s at this moment where he’s struck again with how devastatingly handsome Min Yoongi is. The elder sits on the bed patiently, eyes scanning Jimin’s face for any discomfort, waiting for Jimin to give the ok to continue. Yoongi’s lips are a pretty shade of dark pink from kissing and he has a slight blush over his pale cheeks and chest. His hair is thoroughly mused from Jimin’s fingers as well as his t-shirt.
And Jimin… well Jimin can’t wait any longer.
“Green, hyung.”
Yoongi wastes no time in getting his hands on Jimin, large hands wrapping around Jimin’s waist and pulling him snug against the restraints so there is no way Jimin can pull out of them.Jimin gasps at the stretch that goes from his fingertips and down his sides.
Yoongi slips his hands under Jimin’s shirt, pushing it up to the younger’s armpits. The elder lets out a surprised “Oh?”
“You have abs?” Yoongi blurts out and Jimin flushes, turning his head away and pouting, suddenly embarassed. So what if he works out a lot? What's the big deal?
Jimin’s muscles tense under Yoongi’s touch as the elder trails his fingers across his stomach.
“Nh-” Jimin whines, instinctively wanting to cover himself with his hands. Alas, he is restrained. "I-is that something I should be ashamed about?"
“Tsk, tsk.” Yoongi says, eyes not leaving the younger’s chest. “And to think you were hiding this from me.”
Yoongi leans down and takes one of Jimin’s nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perimeter, hands digging into the side of Jimin’s waist.
Jimin fails to contain a moan as Yoongi pulls a perky nipple between his teeth and gently nibbles. Between that, the pressure around his hips, and the tugging on his wrists, Jimin finds himself wanting more. Good lord he forgot how sensitive he was.
“Y-you can do it h-harder.” Jimin manages to say without combusting on the spot.
Yoongi looks up, “Biting and pain is ok?”
Jimin nods shyly, “Green, as long as it’s not too hard.” Yoongi nods with a small smirk before turning his attention back to the younger’s chest and giving Jimin what he asked for.
Jimin lets out a cry as Yoongi sucks on his nipple hard. Pulling the bud between his teeth and pulling back slowly before letting it bounce back in place.
“A-ah--.” Jimin stutters and feels his arousal go right to his dick. Yoongi looks up at him under his lashes, “G-green…” He pants before Yoongi can even get a word in.
Yoongi lets go, “God Jimin you’re going to be the death of me.”
Yoongi spends time showering Jimin’s chest in kisses, sucking harshly and leaving some marks behind, but never breaking the skin. The elder takes his time feeling every dip of the Jimin’s body. Jimin squirms against the restraints as Yoongi’s mouth trails down his chest and abs, halting slightly before the band of his shorts and sucking long and hard into his hip bone. Jimin tries to buck his hips, and now painfully hard dick, but the elder holds his hips down. Yoongi moves to his legs next, and spends time biting and trailing kisses up Jimin’s inner thighs which makes Jimin become a moaning mess.
“You’re such a good boy, Jimin. Doing so well.” Yoongi mutters between kisses. “So good.”
Jimin is reveling in the sensation. All he can do is watch as Yoongi marks his body and it sends bolts of arousal down his spine with every kiss. It's intoxicating how he has to lay there and take whatever is given to him, stuck with just the sensation. It's so much yet it's still not enough.
“So beautiful.” Yoongi says, sitting up and looking over Jimin’s body. He trails a finger down the Younger’s chest. “Are you doing ok baby?”
Jimin fixes Yoongi with an unimpressed gaze.
“Min Yoongi, I'm not some delicate china. Touch me. ”
“Hmm? Baby suddenly has an attitude when he’s been such a good boy so far,” Yoongi drawls and leans over Jimin on his hands and knees, “And why do you think you deserve it, huh?”
Jimin whines loudly, “Please.”
“You even booped my nose earlier.” Yoongi pouts.
Jimin gasps, “If this is about booping your adorable nose earlier, then I have zero regrets.”
“Hah.” Yoongi smiles, “Silly.”
Yoongi leans down and kisses Jimin in a way that's all tongue, while cupping the younger’s face and letting his fingers slide into Jimin’s hair.
Jimin moans as Yoongi presses his thigh between Jimin’s legs and grinds against his hips. The sensation causes Jimin to buck upwards and chase the friction, but Yoongi uses his outer leg to pin him down.
Jimin’s back arches into the kiss, feeling dizzy from all the sensations at once.
“Y-yoongi…”Jimin says brokenly, between moans as the elder repeatedly grinds his hips into Jimin, their clothed cocks rubbing together. The roughness of his shorts is slightly painful and it makes him throw his head back and moan, pulling on the restraints.
Yoongi takes advantage of the position and sucks harshly on Jimin’s neck, making Jimin cry out again.
“F-fuck Yoongi I---” Jimin says.
“This is what you wanted, huh?” Yoongi rasps between frenzied kisses, “Well good boys get what they want, babydoll.”
Yoongi’s harsh breaths and Jimin’s strangled moans fill the room with noise as Yoongi reaches one hand to palm Jimin’s dick over his shorts.
“G-green…. Green holy fuck Y-yoongi, please oh--.”
“You’re just begging for it now, aren’t you?” Yoongi growls into the juncture of Jimin’s neck and shoulder, “So shameless.”
Jimin never thought he’d be turned on so much by having someone talk to him like this, but the way the words roll off Yoongi’s tongue has Jimin groaning. Fuck, if he wants shameless, then he’s gonna get shameless.
“F-fingers.” Jimin says, turning his head to face Yoongi and opening his mouth. Yoongi’s eyes widen comically wide and Jimin would laugh if he wasn’t so goddamn horny.
The elder takes his hand off Jimin’s crotch, to the younger’s dismay, and puts the tip of his index and middle finger on Jimin’s bottom lip.
“This what you want, baby?” Yoongi’s breath shudders as Jimin bobs his head forward and sucks the elder’s fingers into his mouth with a lewd, wet sound.
“God, babydoll.” Yoongi says, dragging the pads of his fingers in and out of Jimin’s mouth as he grinds into the younger.
“A-ah.” Jimin tilts his head back, a trail of split leaving his mouth after Yoongi removed his fingers. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“K-keep going… ‘m close.” Jimin says, rocking his hips into Yoongi, “Please, oh please, hyung.”
Yoongi doesn’t need to be asked twice. He cups the outside of Jimin’s dick through his shorts and strokes him until he cums a minute later. Jimin strains against the scarf, legs squirming as he unloads into his underwear, something he hasn’t done since a teenager. Jimin almost cries when he comes, the build up having been just so damn much.
He feels hazy and warm, skin bubbling with post orgasm static. He feels Yoongi untie his wrists and when Jimin opens his eyes, he sees the elder sit back on his hands with a smirk.
“How do you feel, Jimin-ah?”
“Mmh--” Jimin grunts as he crawls over to Yoongi. Yoongi gives him a questioning gaze as Jimin pulls him into a languid kiss.
“Your turn.” Jimin breaths over Yoongi’s lips. He feels the elder groan.
“I don't need a turn.” Yoongi says between kisses.
“But I want to.”
“Mhh.” Yoongi hums and is quiet for a moment, “Then ok.”
Jimin’s hands trail to the waistband of Yoongi’s jeans and he tugs gently, “May I?” Yoongi pulls back and smirks, “ Green ” he says cheekily before kissing Jimin again.
Jimin rolls his eyes and unbuttons Yoongi’s jeans to shimmy them down just enough to reach inside and wrap his hand around Yoongi’s member. However, something cold makes Jimin recoil his hand and break their kiss.
“Yoongi! Do you have your dick pierced?!” Jimin shrieks as Yoongi breaks out in a fit of laughter.
“Mmhm, my frenum.” He says between laughs. “You weren’t the only one keeping secrets, hmm?”
Jimin playfully slaps his shoulder and grabs the back on Yoongi’s head, crashing their mouths together.
“I… hate… you…”Jimin says between kisses while Yoongi smiles. Jimin dips his hand back into the elder’s pants and strokes him long and slow as Yoongi moans into his mouth. Jimin lets his thumb rub over the curved barbell piercing on the underside of Yoongi’s dick, making Yoongi jerk his hips with every stroke. Jimin makes a mental note to remember this reaction.
It's not long before Yoongi comes into Jimin’s palm, flushed and panting.
Jimin pulls his hand to his mouth and licks his palm clean before smirking at the elder. Yoongi looks at him wide-eyed and laughs breathily.
“You are a menace, Park Jimin.”
“I know.”
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