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Jimin takes one look at the man pulling out the chair in front of him at the café and blinks in shock. “Park Jimin, right?” the man says with a deep voice, a bit of a drawl in his words. Normally, the rough edge to his voice would be something that immediately zips right down Jimin’s spine, but the image before him...
The man is wearing a fuzzy sweater with a ragdoll cat’s face on it. “That’s me,” Jimin says as he digs his phone out of his pocket and opens up kakaotalk, “You’re friends with Youngbae-hyung?” He opens up the chat with Taehyung and without even looking at his screen, types out frantically /Is this a joke?????/. He sends the message and clicks the phone off before he turns it face down on the table.
“Yep,” the man nods, his long black hair that curls softly on the tips bouncing in the light, “My name’s Min Yoongi. 29 years old.”
“Wow,” Jimin fakes marveling at his date’s age, “I’m 27, but did Youngbae-hyung tell you that already?”
Yoongi takes a seat across from the table, holding a buzzer from the café in his hands. He twirls the small device in his hands absentmindedly. “Nope, Youngbae-hyung just told me that we might be suitable for one another and only where to meet you for our date today,” Yoongi explains.
“Yeah,” Jimin agrees politely, “Youngbae-hyung said that the concert starts at 8pm, so we should meet here at 6 since it’s close by.”
Yoongi opens his mouth to say something when the little buzzer in his hand goes off, the shrieking startling both of them with its intensity. “I’ll be right back,” Yoongi informs as he takes the buzzer and dashes downstairs towards the counter. The café itself is nice enough, a modern interior that’s full of harsh lines. Concrete floors, darkly painted walls, a ceiling with raw steel running along it to support the floor above.
While Yoongi is away, he grabs his phone and opens to a few messages from Taehyung. /is what a joke?/ /hello park jimin can you please explain/ /?????/
Jimin rolls his eyes and quickly types back /I told you I was going on a blind date with Youngbae-hyung’s friend, but it’s a total disaster. His name’s Min Yoongi. He’s wearing a sweater with a cat face on it and he’s two years older than me, but he’s got skin that looks like baby’s. And his hair is really long and honestly, his entire face looks a little bit like a cat’s. I think Youngbae-hyung set me up on this disaster just to laugh at me./
The message to Taehyung flags as read and Jimin wonders if his best friend is in the midst of replying when he’s interrupted by a tray being set down on the table. Jimin looks up to see Yoongi placing a tall, iced Americano on the table in front of him, before he takes a seat himself. He unwraps the straw and places it in the beverage before he takes a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh at the taste. Jimin’s phone lights up with a reply from Taehyung, before Jimin turns it over to lay face down on the faux-marble table.
“So, how do you know Youngbae-hyung?” Jimin asks as he takes the straw of his latte and swirls the espresso and milk together before taking a sip.
“We work together sometimes,” Yoongi admits, “How about you?”
“Same,” Jimin says. The conversation dies for a second, awkwardness stretching out in front of them. “What kind of work do you do with Youngbae-hyung?”
“It started out as an interview for a music program I work for, but I also rap with him on occasion,” Yoongi informs to Jimin’s scoff, “Something funny about that?”
Jimin shakes his head as he tries to rein in his amusement at the idea of the man before him, with his dewy skin and wide forehead, wearing a sweater with a giant cat splashed across the front, rapping alongside Youngbae. “Just, the image of you, right now, rapping...” Jimin trails off as he motions to the sweater, “I can’t see it.”
Yoongi seems to bristle at Jimin’s incredulities, but when he looks down to see the image of a ragdoll cat staring back at him, he doesn’t seem quite as offended. He lifts a hand to motion towards Jimin, wearing his bright red leather jacket and an array of lightweight necklaces over a black t-shirt, “What about you? How do you know Youngbae-hyung?”
“I’ve done vocals for him,” Jimin says, “Some adlibs here and there. A chorus or two. Backup dancer on occasion.”
“Examples?”
“Did he ever show you ‘Vibe’?” Jimin asks, to Yoongi’s immediate understanding. Jimin points to himself. Yoongi seems impressed as he takes a sip of his Americano. “So, besides rapping, you’re a music reporter?”
For about an hour, Jimin gets to know Yoongi. They actually are quite compatible as people, similar tastes and interests. However, Jimin knows that it isn’t going to work out either way. Yoongi is quite a gentleman, fitting with his initial image of soft, fluffy boy. He’s smart as hell, witty with his tongue, and a deep thinker. The idea of him giving Jimin the pleasure he needs in the bedroom is almost as unbelievable as the idea of Yoongi rapping. “We ought to head over,” Yoongi says as their phones read 7:00, “I bet doors are opening soon.”
Jimin nods as Yoongi collects their trays, taking Jimin’s glass and trash for him politely. He returns the tray to the barista and the two make their way out into the cold of January. It’s warmer than it has been for the past few weeks, but still enough that Jimin sticks his hands into his pockets to try and keep them warm during the brief walk. They make it to the venue, just a small club really, where the bouncer asks for the cover fee and their IDs. In proper, gentleman-fashion, Yoongi quickly pays for both of their fees before Jimin can even ask how much it costs.
“Yoongi-ssi, you didn’t have to do that,” Jimin says as they climb down the stairs to the club, the walls and ceiling painted black with posters from previous show lining the walls.
“A hyung ought to pay for his dongsaeng,” Yoongi informs with a soft wink, “Just buy me a drink at the bar to pay me back, how about that?”
Jimin rolls his eyes dramatically, “You’ve got it, hyung.”
The show hasn’t started yet, but there are some stagehands putting everything together. Jimin orders for them both at the bar, while Yoongi finds somewhere to sit. It’s not hard to find Yoongi once Jimin has two cocktails in his hands, considering the man is the only person attending an underground concert in a cat sweater. “Nice and strong,” Yoongi compliments as he takes the first sip, “Good choice, Jimin-ah.”
About fifteen minutes before the show starts, Yoongi stands up. “I’ll be right back,” Yoongi says ominously as he rises up from the table and dashes off towards the back of the club. Jimin shrugs his shoulders as he continues taking small sips of alcohol, assuming that Yoongi must have to use the bathroom after an entire Americano and a bit of alcohol.
Jimin pulls his phone out to see Taehyung’s messages, /well, at least now you know not to trust youngbae-hyung’s taste/ then a break of about an hour before another message /still going terribly?/
/It’s going better/ Jimin admits, before he adds /He’s a nice guy and he’s really smart, but.../
Almost instantly, Jimin gets a response back, /he’s not going to be your strict dom who calls you a slut and slaps you with his cock like you’re always fantasizing about?/
/Exactly/ Jimin types back, adding a little sticker of a chick crying to the chat, /But at least I know Youngbae-hyung is going to put on a great concert tonight./ Taehyung responds with a tiger sticker holding a thumbs up in response.
About ten minutes pass before Yoongi returns to his seat, the lights dimming almost immediately after he sits down. “Are you ready, Seoul!?” the MC’s excited voice calls out over the intercom. The crowd goes wild with cheers at the question, “Get ready for the one, the only, Taeyang!!”
Youngbae runs out onto the small stage in front of the club where perhaps a hundred or two hundred people are cheering for him. Upon giving his greetings to the fans, he starts with his first song that has the entire club dancing and singing along. While Jimin likes being in the throngs of people sometimes, he has to admit there’s something nice about having a designated table further towards the back where he can enjoy the music and not worry about his drink being spilled.
Jimin and Yoongi listen to a few songs, the minutes melting away as they sip their drinks. “I’m going to go get another round,” Jimin informs as they both reach the end of their drinks. The drinks are strong enough that Jimin feels a few of his inhibitions are gone already. “I’ll bring you another one too.”
Yoongi nods. “If I’m not here by the time you get back, just leave it here for me. I’ve got something planned,” he says, once again, leaving Jimin to question what exactly his date is doing. Still, he heads to the bartender where a small line of people are waiting for their drinks. It takes a few minutes before the bartender is asking Jimin which drinks he’d like and another few before they finally get the drinks poured and mixed properly to hand off to Jimin. By the time that Jimin is holding both of their drinks, his table is empty.
“Y’all ready for tonight’s surprise!?” Youngbae asks the crowd to an almost deafening cheer, just as Jimin sits back down at his table, placing Yoongi’s cup in front of his now-empty seat, “Welcome my good friend, Suga!”
A man walks out on the stage wearing a long-sleeve black shirt with bright white writing on it, “THE EARTH IS FLAT, DIDN’T YOU KNOW THAT?” When Jimin realizes the man standing on stage, his long, black hair now slicked back with a bit of still-drying hair gel, Jimin’s mouth drops wide open. Yoongi’s now adorned with some thick necklaces, along with chunky rings on his fingers. He’s got such a smug expression on as he looks out at the crowd, running his tongue along his bottom lip before he presses it against his cheek, bulging it cockily.
“Who’s ready for some rap?” Yoongi asks into the mic, watching as everyone goes crazy in the crowd, “Taeyang-hyung! Let’s tear this joint up!”
Jimin’s jaw remains open as Yoongi starts rapping alongside Youngbae, his voice so deep and his tongue so quick that Jimin can barely keep up with his rapping. Jimin finds himself eating his own words as Yoongi takes over the stage with ease, almost as natural as if he’d been born to perform. Yoongi’s lyrics have Jimin’s mouth dropping even further open, “As you know, my voice gets them horny // My flexible tongue movement that makes people reach orgasm with my rap, men and women alike” stunning Jimin into silence.
By the time that the song with Yoongi is finished, Jimin thinks he may have to worship the ground Youngbae walks on as thanks for setting him up on their blind date. The crowd gives a solid round of applause as Yoongi walks off of the stage, forehead shimmering with sweat from giving his all during the performance. He takes a seat at the table across from Jimin, laughing at the way that Jimin stares at him like he has three heads.
“What the fuck!?” Jimin exclaims incredulously, unable to formulate any other words as Youngbae goes to another song, stealing the attention back to the stage for most of the patrons.
“You said you couldn’t see me rapping,” Yoongi says casually as he picks up his new drink and takes a long sip, “So I had to prove it to you.”
“I can see it now!” Jimin admits, eyes scanning over Yoongi in his new attire. While the cat sweater look had been cute enough, this ensemble is enough for Jimin to nearly start drooling over the tabletop. “Did you mean what you said on stage?” Yoongi cocks an eyebrow in question as he drinks his cocktail, “You really make people come with your rap?”
“Wanna find out?”
Jimin and Yoongi tumble out of the club a little after eleven, the concert long over, but enough time to get ample amounts of alcohol into their systems. Even though it’s earlier than Jimin usually heads home, he’s also not usually so turned on by his date like he is tonight. “I don’t live far,” Yoongi informs as he drags Jimin in the direction of his apartment, “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve that you might like to try out.” Jimin follows him eagerly.
“So, what do you like in bed?” Yoongi asks as they begin the short walk to the apartment. It’s only about fifteen minutes away, but they’re both hurrying their footsteps along.
Jimin clamps his lips shut, “Just, uh, normal stuff...”
“After all of that, you really want me to just do ‘normal stuff’ to you?” Yoongi asks, cocking an eyebrow at Jimin out of the corner of his eye.
Jimin takes a deep breath in, knowing that Yoongi is going to find out either way, “I like getting edged and fucked until I’m overstimulated. And I have a degradation kink.”
Yoongi looks pleased at the admission. “So you want me to call you a naughty boy?” he questions tentatively. With Jimin’s lack of enthusiasm at the proposition, he continues, “Or tell you that you’re a dirty slut barely worth fucking while I spank you for being too needy?”
“Oh fuck,” Jimin breathes out at the idea, “Maybe you could slap me in the face with your cock too?”
Yoongi smirks in a way that has Jimin swallowing hard, “So you like that kind of degradation? Getting tied up, blindfolded, and fucked like a desperate whore?” At Jimin’s greedy nod, Yoongi ushers them down a small street lined with villas, “We need a safe word if we’re going to play like that.”
“Cat sweater?” Jimin proposes, pointing at the sweater draped over Yoongi’s arm.
Yoongi lets out a laugh at the idea, motioning for Jimin to enter a villa, “Sounds like a plan.”
Yoongi lives on the top floor in the corner of the building, which Jimin is thankful for. Once Yoongi opens the door to the apartment, he lets Jimin in. It’s a one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen and barely enough room for a sofa and a table in the living area. “I just want to preface that I think you’re a really nice guy and that anything I say in the bedroom is just for the scene,” Yoongi disclaims.
“Stop being such a gentleman,” Jimin insists as he heads towards the room with an open door and a double bed taking up the majority of the space, “Remember what you promised on the way over here. I expect you to use me.” Jimin tosses his red jacket off and drapes it over the back of the dining chair on his way to the bedroom.
“Strip, then,” Yoongi instructs as he closes the bedroom door behind him, the latch clicking in a way that almost seems to echo through the room with its significance. They both undress quickly, tossing their clothes onto the ground as Yoongi takes a seat on the edge of his bed, proudly displaying his thick, large cock. Jimin doesn’t even think before he’s falling to his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs, hands reaching for the prize between Yoongi’s legs. “Ah,” he tuts loudly as he grabs onto Jimin’s small hands with one of his own, the other hand burying itself into Jimin’s hair harshly, “The fuck do you think you’re doing, you dirty slut?”
Jimin swallows hard at how suddenly dark and domineering Yoongi’s voice has become, almost like when Yoongi had been on stage. “Can I please suck your dick?” Jimin begs, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out needily.
“Not like that you aren’t,” Yoongi denies as Jimin sits back on his knees while Yoongi leans over to his nightstand, dragging a drawer out and rummaging through it, “I don’t let just any whore suck my dick.” He produces a few toys that have Jimin’s eyes turning into saucers with excitement. A blindfold, a set of handcuffs, a bottle of lube, and a vibrator nearly make Jimin’s mouth water with desire. “Put your hands behind your back, if you really wanna touch.”
Obediently, Jimin holds his hands in just the right position for Yoongi to lean over him and slap the cuffs on, clicking them on tightly enough that Jimin can’t wriggle his wrists much in them. Then, he holds the black blindfold in front of Jimin’s face, “What’s your safeword again?” he checks.
“Cat sweater,” Jimin informs, feeling almost a bit silly at admitting it while he’s busy staring at Yoongi’s huge, hard dick.
“If you can’t speak, then snap twice in a row,” Yoongi instructs, waiting for Jimin to test it. “Good little slut,” he praises after Jimin snaps twice before he wraps the blindfold over Jimin’s eyes and plunges him into utter darkness. The simple act of the blindfold alone has Jimin’s cock twitching pleasurably, but it’s nothing compared to the way that Yoongi harshly grabs at Jimin’s jaw and yanks him into place.
“Open your dirty little mouth,” Yoongi commands with Jimin complying immediately, “God, you’re so fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” While he goads, he hastily shoves the entire length of his dick into Jimin’s mouth, choking him almost immediately. “Listen to yourself,” he continues as he begins harshly fucking Jimin’s mouth with abandon, pulling loud grunts and groans with each time he hits the back of Jimin’s throat, “Such a needy little bitch.”
Jimin, all tied up and now unable to even speak, can’t rebut Yoongi’s words at all. Instead, he’s left to be used by Yoongi’s huge cock, which feels all the larger in his mouth. Usually, he has no troubles taking what his partners give him, especially with his impeccably trained gag reflex, but even this is difficult for him. It doesn’t help that Yoongi fills him entirely, before pulling out for only a fraction of a second before thrusting back in roughly. Each time, another choke falls from Jimin’s lips, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“Is that the best you can do?” Yoongi asks as he digs a hand into Jimin’s dark, silver hair, tugging him forward hard and making Jimin cough just a bit, “You can’t suck dick to save your life.”
The words are making Jimin’s head spin, or perhaps it’s the quickly growing lack of oxygen to his brain. Each time that Yoongi thrusts his hips harder, faster against Jimin’s throat, he feels a wave of pleasure roll through his body. “Fuck, you’d think with such a pretty mouth, you’d be good at sucking cock, but you can’t even seem to do that properly.”
Jimin begins sucking harder, determined to let some of his saliva pool on the bottom of his mouth to ease the way Yoongi harshly fucks his mouth. “Doesn’t matter,” Yoongi continues, “I’ll just use your slutty little hole just like I want. You better swallow everything, understand, bitch?”
Yoongi digs his other hand into Jimin’s locks, positioning him in just the right way. With each thrust that Yoongi gives him, he buries Jimin’s nose in the coarse hairs, sliding into Jimin’s throat with each tug forward. The way he abuses Jimin’s throat and the utter lack of care has Jimin’s own dick beginning to drip with precome, so hard that he feels pressure building in his lower belly.
Abruptly, Yoongi pulls his cock out of Jimin’s mouth, only to feel as Yoongi takes Jimin’s jaw into his hand. He holds Jimin in place as he uses his cock to slap at Jimin’s cheek, before he turns Jimin’s head the other way and does it to the other side. Jimin feels lighting zip down his spine, unable to stop the way that he groans needily at the degrading act. Yoongi slaps Jimin a few more times with the head of his cock, before he plunges right back into Jimin’s wet, sloppy heat.
Jimin chokes loudly as Yoongi pulls him all the way down on his cock and holds him there, the hot, bitter seed spilling down Jimin’s throat. For a few seconds, Yoongi holds him there while he empties himself into Jimin’s mouth, before pulling Jimin back, panting harshly. “How you doing, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks, slightly out of breath himself, “Red, yellow, green?”
“Green,” Jimin says, though his voice is so broken from the abuse moments ago, “Is that all you’ve got?” he teases, smirking even though he can’t see anything besides black.
Above him, he hears as Yoongi stands up from the edge of the bed, scoffing at Jimin’s taunt. “You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m done with you, whore.” In a swift tug of Yoongi’s hands under Jimin’s armpits, he drags Jimin onto the bed and arranges Jimin as he desires. With Jimin’s knees propped up and his hands still cuffed behind his back, he’s left with all of his most intimate areas exposed.
Jimin listens eagerly as Yoongi uncaps the lube, the sound of Yoongi squirting it onto his fingers making goosebumps break out on Jimin’s skin. Yet, when Yoongi presses against Jimin’s tight hole, there’s no warmth at all. Instead, Yoongi thrusts something hard and stiff inside, coated with ample amounts of lube. It takes Jimin a moment to realize what’s penetrating him, before Yoongi finally twists the base of the toy and turns it on.
The vibrator whirls to life, buried deep inside of Jimin’s inner walls. It makes his entire body jolt at the vibrations, especially as Yoongi begins to slowly thrust it in and out of Jimin’s body. He purposely angles the toy to press against the most sensitive parts of Jimin’s insides. “Still green?” Yoongi asks as he presses the vibrator in even deeper, its tortuous buzzing making drool drip from the corner of Jimin’s mouth.
“G-Green,” Jimin pants as Yoongi begins thrusting it in harder, faster, until Jimin’s thighs are beginning to seize with how close he is. Just when he thinks he’s on the edge, Yoongi violently tears the toy out of Jimin’s greedy hole, leaving his thighs shaking, but unsatisfied. “Hyung!” Jimin cries out indignantly.
“You think you deserve to come?” Yoongi asks degradingly as he slaps harshly at the swell of Jimin’s ass, “You couldn’t even suck my cock the way I needed you to.”
“I’m sorry, hyung!” Jimin babbles, only for another spank to land directly over his ass, “I’ll do better next time!”
“Next time?” Yoongi chuckles as he swats again at Jimin’s ass, “As if I’d let you touch my dick again with your filthy mouth.”
Just as Jimin’s head is trying to come up with some sort of apology, Yoongi inserts the toy again, pressing it straight up against his prostate gland. Every nerve in Jimin’s body lights up with pleasure, muscles so close to coming when Yoongi removes the toy again. Jimin lets out an anguished cry at how close he is, his cock leaking onto the bed with the repeated edging. “You wanna come?” Yoongi taunts, dragging the vibrator along the underside of Jimin’s balls, slowly inching up towards his slick entrance.
“Please hyung!” Jimin begs, “Let me come, oh please hyung, I need to come!”
In one swift motion, Yoongi inserts the toy, but leaves it buzzing heartily inside of Jimin’s ass. Then, when Jimin thinks he’s almost there again, Yoongi spanks him again. Over and over, Yoongi slaps his ass, turning it red, jolting the vibrator with every smack. Jimin’s voice nearly goes raw with how loudly he moans, body strung tight.
Jimin spills hard on the bed, every single muscle in his body singing as he comes so hard his fingers curl into fists in the handcuffs. He groans as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through him, egged on by the continual whirling of the vibrator against his sensitive inner walls. Just when he thinks that he’s had enough, Yoongi pulls the vibrator out and replaces it with his cock.
“Oh fuck!” Jimin curses as Yoongi takes him from behind. Yoongi’s now hard again, likely after watching Jimin beg and squirm with the vibrator buried inside of him. Yoongi fucks him hard, hips snapping hard and filling Jimin with Yoongi’s long, thick cock over and over. “Hyung! It’s too much!”
“Take it like a good slut,” Yoongi commands, Jimin’s cock spurting out another rope of come with the command, “Shut up and be a good hole for me to use.” Jimin feels a pool of drool form on the blanket with how his body is taken with pleasure. Every one of Yoongi’s thrusts push another gasp of air out of his chest, until Jimin feels like he’s surely going to explode. “Knew getting fucked like this was all you were good for,” Yoongi taunts, “You’re so fucking tight around my dick.”
Jimin feels another peak growing in his chest, the previous one never fully finished. “Hyung! I’m gonna-!” Jimin gasps as Yoongi continues to assault his inner walls, body strung too tight.
“Go on bitch, show me how good I make you feel,” Yoongi requests as another orgasm hits Jimin like a tidal wave. Jimin clenches so tight around Yoongi that he feels every centimeter of Yoongi’s huge dick drag against his insides. He comes so hard that, temporarily, Jimin forgets which way is up, which way is left, and even his own name. Somewhere, in between the waves that ebb and crest inside of Jimin’s chest as his dick leaks what little come he has left, he feels as Yoongi lets himself go as well.
Jimin feels his body grow heavy as Yoongi pulls out, unties the blindfold, and unlocks the handcuffs. “How you doing, sweetheart?” Yoongi checks, brushing Jimin’s sweaty bangs out of his eyes.
Jimin, by contrast, arches an eyebrow at the man staring deep into his eyes right now. “Sweetheart? Is Cat Sweater Yoongi back?”
“Cat Sweater Yoongi?” he asks as he climbs off of the bed to grab a tissue from the nightside table, “Not sure what you mean, chickie.”
“I mean the cute Yoongi who returns my tray to the barista for me without asking,” Jimin informs as Yoongi brings the tissue over and cleans up the worst part of the mess they’d made, “The one who paid for my cover fee without even asking.”
Yoongi hums softly as he cleans up the come leaking out of Jimin’s abused entrance. He’ll definitely be limping home tomorrow. “Then yes, I guess so, Jiminie,” Yoongi assures, “but I am curious what the other Yoongi is named in your head?”
Jimin rolls over on the blanket once he’s cleaned up, smirking at Yoongi’s question. “Mean, sexy dom Yoongi,” he informs.
After Yoongi is finished tossing the tissues in the trash, he heads to the bathroom, where he runs a faucet, only to return with a wet rag. “Let me finish cleaning you up, baby,” he instructs as Jimin allows him to run the warm cloth over his raw hole.
“You call all of your subs cute little nicknames after you’re finished fucking their brains out?” Jimin asks, before cheekily adding, “little kitten?”
With a sultry wink, Yoongi says, “You know it, cutie patootie,” making Jimin cringe with a shudder at the terrible nickname. “Not to say that I usually find someone nearly as compatible.”
“You’re insufferable, honey bunches,” Jimin spits back. Yoongi tosses the wet rag into the laundry hamper in his bedroom before he pulls the covers back and lets Jimin slide in, “Aren’t you going to lay down too, sweetie kins?”
Yoongi shakes his head gently as he pulls the covers over Jimin’s body, “I’m going to make us some tea, you’re okay with chamomile, sugar drop?”
Jimin scrunches his nose up as he sticks his tongue out at Yoongi. He’s doing this on purpose and it’s doing something strange to Jimin’s heart. “Chamomile is fine, snookum buns,” Jimin teases back.
Yoongi physically recoils at the name, “Okay okay, you win, jeez.” Jimin feels a burst of pride run though him at winning their little impromptu game. “Really, tea okay for you? You should rehydrate after that whole session.”
“Yes please,” Jimin says, nestling into the blanket as Yoongi heads off to the kitchen. When Jimin hears the kettle click on in the kitchen, he wriggles one arm out to grab his pants on the floor, where his phone is sitting in his pocket. He opens up his messages with Taehyung, /I know I had my doubts at first, but now, I’m going to make this guy my husband no matter what./
His message flags as read moments later, only for Taehyung to reply back /???? what happened to you?/
/Min Yoongi’s dick happened to me/