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Suga's Candyland

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/13671843.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Character: Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon
| RM, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, College, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Park
Jimin Is Whipped, Jimin Focused, Camboy Min Yoongi | Suga, College
Student Park Jimin, Shameless Smut, Mutual Masturbation,
Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Sex Toys, Lace Panties,
Lingerie, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Getting to Know Each
Other, Domestic Fluff, Neighbors, side Taekook - Freeform, Anal Sex,
Pretty boys in pretty clothes, Light Angst, Rimming, Mentions of past
stalker, bottom!Yoongi, Top!Jimin, Implied Switching, Blow Jobs, Pillow
& Blanket Forts, Nicknames, Flirting, Best bros sugamon & yoonseok,
Dry Humping, Drinking, video games - Freeform, Crushes, best bros
and roommates vmin, Explicit Sexual Content
Stats: Published: 2018-02-14 Updated: 2018-08-09 Chapters: 7/? Words:
96463

Suga's Candyland
by TheOrgasmicSeke

Summary

Everyone had their internet secrets. Everyone had that one naughty thing they did when
they were all alone in the privacy of their room. Taehyung had his admittedly strange
monster fetish and Jimin had this. It wasn’t much of a secret since they both knew about
the others but beyond Taehyung, no one knew about Jimin’s slight love of Suga.

Notes

I just wanted ONE story where Yoongi was the pretty cambaby instead of Jimin. There
might be some out there but sadly, I have not found them and I need them. I have such a
mighty need for it.

Enjoy!
Gobstopper
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin wasn’t even halfway home when he realized he was going to be late. He didn’t know how
late his dance practice had run and he didn’t realize it until he was already settled comfortably in a
bus seat, headphones stuffed into his ears and music blaring as he stared bleary-eyed out the
window. He had glanced at the time on his phone just out of curiosity and he sat up in slight alarm,
cursing softly under his breath.

It was nearing eleven at night and Jimin wouldn’t have time to take a shower when he got home
before the show started. He checked the calendar on his phone to assure himself it was the right
Wednesday before he settled back in his seat with a pouty frown on his face. He was going to be
late and he couldn't believe it.

He should have been paying more attention in class but he had been too focused. There was a
specific move in his recent choreography that he had been struggling with lately. It wasn’t a
complicated move but it was coming out of the previous complicated move into the next that he
was struggling with. He had spent the allotted two hours figuring it out without the thought of what
special night it was or the assignment for his Sociology class that was due tomorrow.

By the time he was tucked away in his bus seat, the weight of the day baring down on him and
making his eyes droopy, it was too late for him to worry about rushing home. The bus wasn’t going
to go any faster but if he had bothered to check how late it was he would have taken a cab home
instead of the bus. At least then he would be home twenty minutes quicker. It was more expensive
but getting home by eleven was worth it.

Jimin crinkled his nose at the thought of not being able to shower beforehand but it wouldn’t be too
bad. He could always shower afterward. It wasn’t like anyone but him had to deal with his stink
anyway.

It was another fifteen minutes before the bus finally pulled to a stop at his street and Jimin hurried
off, tucking his coat a little tighter around himself as he hurried down the sidewalk toward his
building. It was late, much too late to be out and about in the streets but Jimin lived in a nice
neighborhood. His parents had made sure to find him an apartment in the nicest place they could
that wasn’t extremely high end. They wanted their son to be happy, safe and comfortable in Seoul
away from home and they went to extra lengths to do so. Jimin always felt so lucky to have such
kind, understanding, and generous parents.

The bitter night air prickled at his nose and Jimin could feel the last hint of sweat at the back of his
neck freeze in the air. He shivered and hurried toward his building, a tall silver building that
sparkled against the lights of the city. He hurried up the steps, slipped in through the door and
paused in the small lobby just so he could seep in a bit of warmth and fiddle with his gym bag in an
effort to find his keys. The main reason his parents had picked this building was the security. There
was no guard or anything but in order to get into the main part of the building where people lived,
one needed a keycode and a key. It was a mess when he was in a rush but he knew it was worth it.

After punching in the code and sliding his key into the solid wood door he was finally able to open
it and he hurried inside. The door shut automatically behind him and he didn’t waste time in getting
to the elevator. Considering it was so late at night, the doors opened as soon as he pressed the
button and he slipped inside, checking over his belongings to make sure he didn’t forget anything
after pressing the button to his tenth floor.

A quick glance at his phone told him he had five minutes before the show was supposed to start
and he bounced on his heels anxiously, watching the glowing numbers on the wall as they climbed.
He let out a relieved sigh when the metal box finally came to a stop and the doors opened to his
floor.

Another positive of Jimin’s apartment was how each floor only had two apartments, one on each
side. Currently, the other apartment on his floor was empty and that was rather beneficial for when
his roommate decided to throw parties. They didn’t bother anyone with the noise thanks to how
sturdy the building was built and they had no neighbors to bother with loud music or strange
noises.

Jimin was pleased to find the door left unlocked for him and he hurried inside the apartment,
slamming the door shut, clicking all three locks and dropping his bag on the floor. He didn’t have
time to notice the figure pausing in the kitchen, a spoon stuck in his mouth and orange hair a
complete mess. He was too busy shoving off his shoes and coat, hanging them up in the right
places just to be considerate.

“You’re late, Jiminnie!” The voice made Jimin flinch and he spun around to catch his roommate in
the kitchen, the spoon still hanging from his mouth. Taehyung was grinning at him, dressed in
nothing but a wide pair of plaid boxers. Jimin offered him a soft smile and a wave before he
dropped down to pick up his bag.

“Yeah, practice ran late.”

Taehyung hummed as he pulled himself up to sit on the kitchen counter. He was shoveling a bowl
of ice cream into his mouth and Jimin didn’t think anything strange about it. He was too used to
Taehyung walking around half naked and stuffing his face for it to bother him. The orange haired
man was his best friend after all, along with his roommate and Jimin liked to see him stuffing his
face even when people were constantly telling him not to. Taehyung was a model, after all, and he
gave no fucks about the diets he was supposed to be on.

“Night, Tae!” He gave his best friend another wave as he rushed into the open living room, turning
right so he could head down the hallway where their bedrooms were tucked away.

“Have fun, Chim!” Taehyung grinned knowingly at him, waving his spoon in the air and Jimin
flushed because of course his friend knew why he was in such a rush.

Jimin’s bedroom was on the left, directly across from Taehyung’s but the space was large enough
that they rarely heard what the other was doing. He hurried into his room, kicked the door shut
behind him and tossed his gym bag onto his perfectly made bed without a care. His room was
spacious with a four post bed, two dressers, a large desk, two bean bag chairs and enough trinkets
to make it personal to him. He even had two full shelves above his desk full of his favorite albums
along with a poster or two over the light blue walls.

His desk was pressed up against the wall opposite the door and beside the door to his personal
bathroom. He flipped open his laptop quickly, checking to see it was still turned on from that
morning where he had spent too much time researching pictures of puppies. He plugged in the
charge cable just in case, opened his browser and clicked on the website marked at his favorite.

Candyland, the title read. Jimin’s skin prickled at the title and his heart was pounding in his throat
from how anxious he was. He hoped he didn’t miss anything and he stood up straight, rushing to
tug off the hoodie from his torso while he waited for the website to load. It only took a moment
and he plopped down in his computer chair, rolling himself close to the desk to see a page of pastel
pink and blue. He smiled fondly at the colors and clicked around before he found the live show
tab. He had to enter his information, gaining him access to the proper page and he was relieved to
see the cute little light pink kitten drawing in the video box. The show had yet to start and Jimin
wasn’t late.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief and slumped down in his chair, rubbing both hands over his face.
There was soft twinkling music coming from his laptop and that reminded him how he needed to
plug in his headphones. He found his good pair, the expensive Beats his parents bought him for his
birthday and he plugged them in. He didn’t put them on just yet because he needed to calm down.
Adrenaline had been coursing through him since he jumped off the bus and he needed to chill. He
made it, he wasn’t late and he hadn’t missed anything. He would never forgive himself if he
missed this last show for who knows how long.

After a few deep breaths, Jimin felt calm enough to pull the headphones on over his ears. The soft
tinkling music made his skin spread with warmth and he took another deep breath that he held in
his lungs. The webpage was full of pastel pink with a cute lace border and Jimin had come to love
it perhaps a little too much.

Everyone had their internet secrets. Everyone had that one naughty thing they did when they were
all alone in the privacy of their room. Taehyung had his admittedly strange monster fetish and
Jimin had this. It wasn’t much of a secret since they both knew about the others but beyond
Taehyung, no one knew about Jimin’s slight love of Suga.

It had been by chance really that Jimin found him. It had been an extra long day a few months back
and he felt stressed. He went searching for some type of porn that peaked his interest because
everything had been boring him lately. He didn’t have a lover of his own to help with his urges so
he had to figure them out on his own.

Somehow, he fell into the deep hole of the internet and found pretty boys in pretty clothes. Tumblr
was good for that kind of stuff. He scrolled through post after post in slight interest but it wasn’t
until he found someone with pale skin, supple thighs and a soft stomach that his interest greatly
peaked.

He went by Suga and he never showed his face. Jimin had found his website and flicked through
his free pictures for a while before finding out that he had stumbled upon a camboy. The pictures
were nice. They were taken almost like a professional had taken them and though the boy never
showed his face, there was plenty of beautiful pale skin to take in. He dressed in an assortment of
clothing, but it was all usually pretty pastel colors. There was the occasion he wore black and Jimin
loved that the most because the color looked amazing against his pretty skin.

Jimin never thought he would be one of those guys that loved seeing other guys in pretty lingerie
but then he found Suga and, well, he was a member of the boy’s website going on five months. It
wasn’t expensive, not really, but considering the boy had a couple thousand monthly members, he
was making some decent cash.

Excitement curled over Jimin’s skin as he settled in his computer chair and adjusted his laptop so
he could see the screen at the right angle. There was a chat at the side of the video and people were
already talking among themselves in excitement for the upcoming show. Jimin never joined in the
conversation seeing as he was more of a lurker until Suga asked something and specifically wanted
an answer.

Jimin was in the middle of adjusting the sound through his headphones when the live stream
suddenly beeped and about gave him a heart attack. He wished he had time to take a shower since
parts of his body still felt sticky from sweat but this was much too important. He settled down in
his chair and watched with wide, excited eyes as the stream flickered and came to life.

The first thing he saw was Suga’s pretty bed centered in the camera frame. The angle was dipped
down slightly, so they could see the entire bed but there was no sign of the boy himself. What he
could see of the room was pink, yellow, blue and purple. The headboard of the large four post
canopy bed was riddled with random plush animals and the walls were a pastel pink. Jimin had
memorized the look of the room with the twinkling fairy lights strung everywhere, the scented
candles lit along every flat surface and the way the sheer pink canopy fell over the bed. The
mattress was covered with a new set of sheets and they caught Jimin’s attention because they were
such a pure white color instead of the pink or purple he was used to seeing.

Settled in one corner at the foot of the bed was a small glittery pink laptop that was open. Suga
usually used it to correspond with the chat, seeing as the boy himself never actually spoke. Jimin
assumed it was another part of the boy’s privacy. He never showed his face, of course, and Jimin
figured that had to do with Suga not wanting people to know who he was in his everyday life and
Jimin understood that. What he did wasn’t exactly… Well, it wasn’t something one went home
during the holidays and told the family about.

But just because Suga didn’t talk didn’t mean Jimin never heard what his voice sounded like. The
boy still used a mic after all and Jimin’s neck prickled at the memory of the way he could moan.
There were a lot of nice things about Suga; his pale skin, his long elegant fingers, his sparkling
dark eyes that were always outlined with black, his fluffy pink hair, his gorgeous selection of
lingerie, and his absolutely sinful soft little gasps.

Oh, Jimin was a little in love. He had been in love the moment he saw that first picture and he
hadn’t looked back since. Suga was his sinful little secret and Jimin couldn’t get enough of him.
The boy seemed sweet enough, even if Jimin had no clue idea how old he actually was, and he was
happy to help him by paying his monthly membership fee. Jimin certainly got his money’s worth
after all.

The chat lit up with multiple languages filled with excitement and Jimin had never quite figured
out where the boy lived. He used the same timezone as Jimin, which made him wonder if the boy
lived in South Korea and that would explain even more why he wanted to keep his identity more
private.

There was movement from the corner of the camera and Jimin let out a soft gasp, clutching his
hands together tightly against his chest as he waited in anticipation for the boy of his dreams to
make an appearance.

Suga came from the corner of the screen, his side to the camera as he ran elegant fingers through
his fluffy pink hair. The strands shifted for a moment before settling over his heavy brow and Jimin
always wondered if the strands felt as soft as they appeared. The boy was fully dressed for once
which made Jimin’s throat tighten. Seeing Suga undress himself was one of Jimin’s favorite things
and it seemed tonight was going to be a good night.

Carefully, Suga slid to sit down on the bed near his laptop, bringing it closer to him so he could
start typing, welcoming those in the chat and those who were lurking. Jimin saw the words pop up
in his peripheral in the chat but he was too focused on taking in the boy on the screen.

Suga was small in a lot of ways. He seemed to be on the shorter side and though his shoulders were
a little broad, everything else about him was small. He was thin, maybe a little too thin, but that
was hard to see with the oversized pink hoodie he was wearing that swallowed up his entire body,
the sleeves pooling over his hands and the length curling over the tops of his thighs. His legs were
tucked under himself but Jimin could see the hint of ripped light blue jeans and black socks. Dark
eyes were focused on the laptop but Jimin was hoping he would look up at the camera soon. It was
hard to see the true shape of his face with the black mask over his nose, mouth, and cheeks. He
owned an assortment of masks in all different colors but Jimin especially liked this black one with
the cute white bear nose on it. He was very fond of it.

Finally, after a moment of chatting with his viewers, Suga shoved the laptop away and shifted on
the bed so he could face the camera. Jimin let out a soft gasp and leaned closer to the screen. Dark
eyes were twinkling beneath his bangs and outlined in black, making him look even more pretty.
His fairy floss pink bangs were long enough to cover most of his brow and Jimin had never seen
something so pretty in his entire life.

All Suga needed to do was crawl to the edge of the bed and Jimin had a really good look at his
face. The boy settled there at the edge, on his knees with his hands folded in his lap. He tilted his
head ever so slightly at the camera and Jimin whined in the back of his throat from how cute this
damn boy was.

Slowly, Suga lifted his pale hand and tinkled his fingers at the camera in a small wave. Jimin saw
the flash of black against the boy’s nails and his heart thumped in his throat. Oh, oh, black seemed
to be a pattern tonight and if that meant Suga was wearing black under those clothes he really was
going to lose his mind.

Suga never really had a routine to what he did during live streams. He just showed up, did
whatever he felt like doing, drove all his viewers nuts and then he was done. Jimin liked that about
him. He never knew what he was going to see during a show and that always made anticipation and
excitement run high.

A quick glance at the chat told him Suga had no plan tonight either and Jimin hummed to himself.
He shifted in his chair, adjusted the headphones over his ears and folded his hands together in his
lap, waiting patiently to see what would happen next.

Slowly, Suga shifted back on the bed until he was in the middle of it. In this position, they could
see everything without the camera cutting off a small bit. The angle was perfect, really, and Jimin
licked his dry lips. Suga eyed up the camera for another minute, toying with the hem of his hoodie
before running his hands over his stomach, coming to a stop there. He fingered the hem of his
hoodie over his stomach for a few seconds before he tugged it up and revealed the button and
zipper to his pants.

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the hint of black lace and Suga didn’t waste time in
popping open the button and tugging down the zipper. Sure enough, there was black lace under
those pants and heat pooled like fire in the pit of his stomach.

Suga adjusted on the bed so he could lean upon his knees and wiggled the tight pants down his
hips and supple pale tights. The hoodie was too long and quickly covered all the good bits but
Jimin could see the black stockings and the small black strips and he swore if Suga was wearing a
garter belt he was going to lose it.

The boy kicked off his pants after a minute of shifting on the bed and sure enough, Jimin could see
those black stockings hugging his thighs so perfectly that the skin dimpled slightly. The small clips
holding them proved Jimin right and he whined, biting hard into his lower lip. Suga settled down
on his knees, spread them a little wider and started to slowly claw at his own thighs, marking the
pale skin with red marks. Jimin wondered what those thighs would feel like against his mouth, or
wrapped around his hips and his face flushed from his own thoughts.
Things were only just starting and he could already feel his cock twitching in interest. Suga looked
so good in black and Jimin hoped he could make it to the end. He wasn’t going to touch himself
until Suga touched himself but he was already starting to feel the first few throbs of hot pleasure
through his body just by looking at the boy.

It was when Suga finally twisted around, showing his back to the camera for just a moment before
he leaned forward that Jimin had to clamp his thighs together tightly. Suga had such a cute little ass
and it looked perfect in those black lace panties. They hugged each globe so perfectly and as Suga
leaned forward, folding his elbows on the bed and hiding his face in his arms, Jimin had a perfect
view of everything the boy had to offer.

His thighs spread just enough for Jimin to see his cock and testicles nestled in the fabric of the
panties and then the boy arched his back, wiggling from side to side. He was presenting and Jimin
groaned, leaning back in his chair to rub a hand over his flushed face. He didn’t look away for long
because he didn’t want to miss one second of this beautiful boy. As he shifted on the bed, the hem
of the stockings dimpled the supple skin of his thighs more and more and Jimin had to take a few
deep breaths to calm the hammering of his heart.

Oh, he was getting hard already. His cock was twitching to life in his sweatpants but for now, Jimin
ignored it. He dug his nails into the fabric of his pants, over his thighs and watched with interest as
Suga leaned more, spreading his thighs until he was closer to the mattress. His hoodie slid up,
revealing more pretty skin of his back and that was when Jimin could see the equally black garter
belt.

“Fuck.” He whispered softly to himself, a little bit in awe.

There were not enough words for describing how fucking beautiful this boy was. Jimin had never
even seen his entire face but he didn’t need to in order to know this was the most beautiful person
he had ever seen. Suga was effortlessly sexy and he knew how to use his body. He was very
intimate with his body, knowing which way to move that made him look even more attractive. He
knew what his viewers liked, as well, and he never disappointed.

After a few minutes of showing off his small but lovely ass, Suga shifted back around so he could
face the camera once more. Jimin could see the hint of the tops of his cheeks over the mask and
they looked a little flushed which made heat pool in his stomach all the more. Suga enjoyed what
he was doing as much as they did and for some reason, that made Jimin love it all the more. Suga
enjoying himself meant more to Jimin than he would like to admit.

Suga didn’t waste time in grabbing the hem of his hoodie and tugging it up slowly, revealing more
and more pale skin until the fabric was gone and tossed to the floor along with his pants. Suga
didn’t always get naked. There were plenty of times Jimin had watched him fuck himself with his
hoodie or shirt still on but Jimin loved this the most. He liked being able to see the softness of the
boy’s stomach and the way his skin flushed red when he was really enjoying himself. He liked
watching those small dusty pink nipples perk with pleasure when he was really into what he was
doing.

Hell, Jimin could watch Suga do math in those black stockings, panties and garter belt and he
would probably come from it. He was a little too lost for his own good and he knew it.

It seemed the boy wanted to take his time tonight, considering the occasion and Jimin watched
with wide eyes as if he couldn’t get enough. Suga spread his knees a little wide as he sat on them
and then leaned back, using a hand behind him to steady himself. So much pale skin on display
and the chat was already going crazy over it. Suga glanced at his laptop screen occasionally to see
what people were saying but he made no move to reply. He was getting into his zone now and that
meant the boy wouldn’t reply until he was all done.

Slowly, carefully, one elegant pale hand curled over the bulge in his panties and Jimin bit his lip
harder to stop a groan from slipping free. There was still that soft tinkle of music through his ears
but he picked up on the way Suga gasped softly. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Suga took his time in rubbing his palm over the bulge, his eyes glancing from the camera to what
he was doing over and over again until he finally focused on his hand. His fingers were long, the
nails clipped and painted black. Jimin’s mouth watered at the thought of taking them into his own
mouth and he found his own fingers pressing into his plump lips.

Another minute or two and the bulge grew in his hand, stretching the soft lace fabric until it
couldn’t anymore. It was a pleasing sight to see the way that hard cock fit into those soft panties
and Jimin focused his eyes on Suga’s face, seeing the way his eyes fluttered shut and the way his
collarbone started to flush red from arousal. The boy was panting softly but the mic picked up on it
and Jimin’s skin started to spread with heat. His cock was already throbbing in his pants but he had
no intention of touching it just yet. He was almost sure that if he did, he would come after a few
strokes and he wasn’t ready for that. Jimin loved a good built up and Suga never failed to deliver.

Now that he was nice and hard, Suga shifted on his knees until he could sit down a little better, his
ass just grazing the mattress because he was pretty flexible but not that flexible. He wiggled his
hips a little bit as he hooked both thumbs under the fabric of his panties and ever so slowly,
torturously, pulled them down. He couldn’t take them off all the way unless he unhooked the
garter straps and it seemed he had no intention of doing that. Instead, he let the panties stretch over
the tops of his thighs and Jimin watched with his breath heavy as Suga’s pretty pink cock popped
free from the fabric.

Now, this was something that had surprised Jimin in the beginning. Suga was small in a lot of
ways but his cock, fuck his cock. It was a nice size, a thick girth and long enough to curl over the
boy’s bony hip. When it curled up his stomach it could just reach his belly button and Jimin
dreamed about having that cock down his throat on many occasions. He had felt ashamed of those
thoughts at first but Suga had made it very clear a few times in chat that he hoped his viewers
dreamed about him when he was gone. And so, Jimin let his thoughts wander into very naughty
territories and Suga was the star in all of his sexual fantasies. He thought it was a good thing to
have someone to focus on without any strings attached to worry about. The boy was like a celebrity
to him, someone slightly famous that he could never touch. The barrier was something good for
him, he thought.

Jimin’s mouth went wet at the sight of Suga’s pretty flushed pink cock and he shifted in his seat,
reaching down to press his palm against the heated length in his pants. The pleasure was a soft
fizzle but he stopped it there, letting his hand rest against the warmth as he waited to see what Suga
was going to do next.

Suga lifted up on his knees, arching his hips slightly as he leaned back on his hands and his cock
flapped against his stomach a few times. The soft smacking sound made a groan crawl up Jimin’s
throat that he had to shove down. He was presenting again and Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off that
cock. Oh, how bad he wanted to know what it tasted like in his throat. He had seen Suga take an
assortment of toys up his ass but Jimin wanted nothing more than to know what that cock could
feel like inside of him. Of course he liked Suga’s ass but there was part of him that wanted it all.
He was greedy.

Pleased with what he was doing, Suga moved to sit on his knees properly again. He flashed the
camera a rather sinful look, his eyes glazed with heated lust before he crawled toward the edge of
the bed and reached down out of frame. Jimin’s eyes were locked on the way his body arched, the
way his skin stretched and how the slight amount of muscle he had on his arms and thighs
clenched from the angle. He looked so pretty like that, so delicious that Jimin wanted to lick him
all over.

When Suga came back and had a small pink shoe box in his hands and Jimin sat up in excitement,
the heat in his stomach almost bubbling over. The box typically held the toys Suga wanted to use
that night and Jimin was excited to see what he had planned. He sat the box in front of him, still on
his reddening knees and tugged the top off the box for the camera to see. Settled inside were two
different toys, a bottle of lube and a soft black choker with a star pendant attached to the fabric.
Suga looked at it in surprise like he had forgotten it was in the box and he picked it up first,
bringing it to his neck and attached at the back. The black fabric hugged his neck perfectly and
Jimin had never seen something so beautiful in his entire life.

The chat lit up with all kinds of things but Jimin’s eyes were locked on those pretty fingers tugging
out the two toys. He held one in each hand, eyeing them up in thought before he made a soft
humming sound. It was a little deep, making the skin on the back of Jimin’s neck prickle and then
he placed the toys down on the bed, laying them out for his viewers to see better. He tucked the
bottle of lube by his laptop and then shoved the box off the bed till it made a soft sound when it
fell to the floor.

Jimin knew when Suga tugged his laptop closer that he was going to ask which toy he should use.
He lurched forward, hovering his hands over the keyboard at the ready because he already knew
what he wanted to see. The two toys were different in a lot of ways. One was long, silicone, purple,
the relative shape of a normal human cock and looked soft to the touch. The other was a pretty
glass curved rod with flower designs trapped inside the glass. At first glance, it didn’t look like
something that should be shoved inside a person but the tip bubbled like the tip of a cock and Jimin
thought it was so pretty. He also though Suga looked extra pretty when he used it and that was why
he choose it.

Suga’s question of which one to use was met with thousands of answers. A quick glance at the
viewer counter told Jimin there were over six thousand people watching him at the moment, which
was a little more than normal but considering the occasion it was understandable. The chat moved
so quickly that it was nearly impossible to pick out anything in particular. Suga was staring at the
chat intently, his gaze flickering over the screen as one hand slowly stroked his cock, keeping it
hard and interested. From first glance, it seemed the purple one was winning and Jimin almost felt
disappointed. He sent in his opinion anyway and then sat back in his chair, hands folded against his
stomach as he watched the way Suga’s pretty hands stroked his equally pretty cock.

After a minute, the boy seemed to come to a conclusion and he shoved the laptop away. Jimin
watched with a tight chest as Suga picked up the glass toy and shoved the purple one off the bed
until it made a soft plop, landing back into the shoe box. Jimin let out a noise of victory and leaned
forward in his chair, excited to see what was going to happen next.

The toy was smaller than the purple one but that made it easier for Suga to use quicker. Jimin
loved watching the boy prepare himself but he also didn’t want to see those panties go anytime
soon. Suga settled back onto his ass, letting his legs spread out over the bed as he stretched, raising
his arms over his head and tilting his head from side to side until it cracked softly.

Once he was satisfied, he reached for the clips on his stockings and undid them. Jimin pouted
lightly but he knew the panties had to go if he was going to play with himself properly. After
folding his legs together to slid the panties off to the floor, Suga settled back down and readjusted
the clips onto his stockings. Oh, what a sight that was, Suga wearing nothing but his garter belt and
the stockings framing his lovely cock oh so perfectly.

Suga grabbed the bottle of lube and let it rest against his ass, warming up as he settled comfortably.
He knew the perfect angle to prepare himself that was both comfortable for him and gave them a
good view of what he was doing. He leaned back slightly on one elbow, lifted and bent his legs and
reached down between his thighs. The way he spread open his legs gave Jimin a good view of the
pink puckered ring that made him moan out softly.

Suga rubbed his palm over his own cock a few times before reaching for his puckered rim. One of
his elegant fingers stroked over the surface and Suga’s head dropped back slightly, his eyelids
fluttering and the gasp sounding loud in Jimin’s ears. He rubbed over his skin a few times with one
finger before he finally grabbed the bottle of lube. He poured a decent amount on two of his fingers
and then rubbed them together, warming up the lube and spreading it properly. Once he was happy
with that, Suga settled back down, brought his hand between his cheeks and rubbed a lubed finger
around his rim, slicking it with extra lube.

Jimin’s breath came out of him like a punch when Suga slipped a finger inside of himself and let
out one of those breathy gasps. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way that long finger slid
inside the puckered rim and then curled back out to the tip. Jimin wished he could get closer,
wished he could get a better view but Suga was lifting his hips slightly so they could see better and
that was thoughtful of the boy.

Jimin watched that finger stroke in and out a few times before his eyes jumped to Suga’s face. His
eyes were heavy-lidded, focused on a spot off camera and his chest was heaving slightly with his
breaths. They came a little heavy but other than that, he wasn’t making much noise. Then he added
in a second finger and Jimin’s cock twitched at the way he gasped. It was right in his ear like the
boy was right there and Jimin was so grateful for such nice headphones, even though his parents
would probably shit themselves if they knew he used them for things like this.

Some things were better left unknown.

After a few slow, careful thrusts of his fingers, Suga’s pale skin started to flush, mainly around his
collarbones and up his neck. His thighs were starting to flush as well from the strain of being held
up but he looked so good like that. Jimin wished he was there to help the boy, wrapping his hands
around those thighs and holding them up so Suga didn’t have to strain so much. Just the thought
made his throat tight and Jimin buzzed with electric pleasure, spreading warmth from his head to
his toes.

Suga never rushed himself when he was preparing and Jimin loved that. He loved seeing how the
boy took extra care of himself and Jimin wished he could be the one to take care of him. He would
be so good to Suga. He’d lather him in super soft kisses all over his face, down the arch of his
pretty neck and over his soft stomach. He’d press soft kisses to his pretty thighs and his pretty cock
and replace those fingers with his own. He’d watch in heated arousal as Suga’s pretty face twisted
and his eyes rolled with pleasure from Jimin’s short thick fingers. Oh, he could just imagine how
warm and soft the boy’s skin would be to touch. Jimin bet his skin tasted just as sweet as he
looked.

Jimin’s hand was kneading at the hard cock in his pants when Suga finally pulled his slick fingers
free. Suga’s eyelids fluttered for a moment and his head dipped back between his shoulders as his
thighs shook. There was a moment where he just laid there, his eyes closed and his neck straining
before he seemed to gain his composure once again and sat up, grabbing the glass toy. He lathered
it with a little bit of lube because the smooth surface didn’t need much. It was curved along the
length perfectly, making it easier for Suga to use it from his position. Jimin’s eyes locked on the
pink puckered entrance as the glass tip pressed against it. There was little resistance and as Suga
pushed it inside, his rim fluttered and took it all in with one solid thrust.

Jimin’s eyes snapped up to Suga’s face as the boy groaned out, a breathy sound. He dropped his
feet to the bed carefully and removed his hand from the toy, letting it stay clenched in his ass as he
shifted position. He wrapped the arm not supporting his weight around the back of one thigh,
helping it to press against his side and he grabbed the end of the toy with a tight grip.

This position gave Jimin the perfect view of his ass and his throbbing cock curled against his lower
stomach. There was the glisten of pre-come smearing across his soft skin and Jimin’s tongue
slipped out to lap at his lips, wishing he could get a good taste of it.

Suga started a slow pace, twisting his wrist to shove the glass toy in and out of him carefully. He
wasn’t in any rush and Jimin watched with wide eyes, a fluttering heart and a throbbing cock. His
fingers held a steady grip on the bottom of the toy but there were times when he shoved in a little
harder, a little deeper and his grip slipped slightly. He let out the most sinful sounds when he did
that and Jimin knew he was brushing against that bundle of nerves deep inside. Suga only hit it
every so often, when he felt like wanting a little more pleasure but for the most part, he let the toy
scrape against his soft insides until he was panting against his mask and his eyes were closed
tightly.

His chest was heaving from his heavy breath, his thighs were clenching and tensing with each
thrust and he couldn’t seem to keep his head up much longer. There was a light layer of sweat
beading across his brow, making soft strands of pink stick to his skin and Jimin couldn’t tell when
exactly he had freed his cock from his pants to wrap a firm hand around it but he sure was stroking
it now in time with how Suga fucked into himself.

Jimin didn’t know how much time passed before Suga’s pace picked up and the soft gasps turned
into sinful little moans deep in his throat. For someone so pretty and soft, his voice could turn a
little deep at times and Jimin lived for it. It made him wonder if the boy’s speaking voice was deep
because Jimin had a thing for deep voices, see one Kim Taehyung and how they first met.

Pleasure was throbbing through Jimin in waves but none of that mattered. All he cared about was
the way Suga’s thighs tensed and his back arched. He wasn’t going to last much longer, judging by
the way his cock was throbbing against his stomach and the lace fabric of his belt and Jimin loved
watching the boy come untouched. There was something extra naughty about that.

Suga’s wrist twisted sharply, the glass toy shoved hard inside and then he was gone. His thighs
clenched, knees snapping together to squeeze the base of his cock and he dropped down to the
mattress. Jimin saw a flash of his face, his eyes screwed tight in pleasure before he was gone, his
entire body shaking from the force of his climax. His pale skin flushed red and his hands continued
to twist, shoving the toy against his prostate over and over again, milking himself for all he was
worth.

Jimin fondled the tip of his cock with a tight squeeze and that was all it took. He bent over himself,
clenching his teeth shut with a long hiss as pleasure crashed over his body in waves until he
couldn’t see straight. His entire body shook from the intensity and when he finally picked up his
head again, panting heavily with his hand much too sticky, he saw Suga still lying there, his legs
flat, one hand resting on the bed, the other resting over his quickly rising and falling stomach,
fingers toying with the edge of his belt. His eyes were still closed but his expression appeared more
relaxed. There was a mess of creamy white against his stomach and across the black garter belt and
Jimin’s body shook with a lingering burst of pleasure from the sight.

Oh god, he was too stunning. Jimin couldn’t handle it. He really couldn’t. He sunk in his computer
chair as he reached for the box of tissues on his desk, his entire body feeling like he just spent
hours fucking. Suga always had that effect on him.

As their breathing slowed down and they came back down from their highs, Jimin found himself
wondering what the hell he was doing with his life. Everyone had their vices. Hell, Taehyung had
so many kinks that Jimin could never keep up with it and yet all Jimin had was this. He had Suga
and in a way, that was a little strange. But, he wasn’t ashamed of it. He was far from the only one
who gained pleasure from watching the boy, as proven by the rolling chat filled with filthy words
but still.

Jimin sighed and ran his clean hand through his sweaty blond hair. He needed a boyfriend. Or at
least a date. But he was always too busy with school, dance and his part-time job. He didn’t have
time to find a date and the few people who did manage to ask him out never turned out very well.
He stayed single because it seemed easier but he really missed having someone to lean on that
wasn’t his best friend. It would be nice, Jimin thought, to have a pretty boyfriend like Suga but the
chances of that happening were slim to none. Finding a boyfriend in Seoul would be easier than
finding one in Busan since Seoul had a little bit more tolerance for homosexuality but it wasn’t like
Jimin could just pick up a cute guy at the store. It was more complicated than that and the dating
apps were all about sex. Jimin didn’t want just sex. He wanted someone to hold him, tell him he
was cute and kiss him. Someone he could watch movies with, listen to music with, share his
dreams and fears with. Someone he connected with on a deep level.

The sounds of sheets shuffling knocked Jimin from his slightly depressing thoughts and he glanced
up to see Suga carefully sitting up. He was still flushed up to his collarbones but it was fading. It
took him a moment to tug the toy free from his entrance and then he tossed it to the side without
care. He ruffled his strands of pink with his clean hand and adjusted the mask on his face before
grabbing at the laptop and bringing it closer.

Jimin focused his eyes on the chat to see what the boy was going to say.

Suga | As you all know, this is my last stream for the next month or so.

There was an influx of complaints and Jimin snickered softly. Lots of people said they would miss
him and Jimin had to agree, though he didn’t type it out. Suga’s eyes narrowed slightly as he
started typing again and Jimin wondered what he would say next.

Suga | I appreciate all the support I’ve been given lately. It’s been stressful the past few weeks
and I thank all of you for the words of encouragement.

Jimin’s heart fluttered and he pressed his lips together, reaching forward to type out a quick
message of his own that Suga was bound not to see but it would make him feel better.

MochiChim | Good luck in your new place! I’ll patiently wait for your return. Take care of
yourself first, that’s more important!

Suga’s eyes flickered over the chat and Jimin could see that his cheeks were bunching up from a
soft smile. Suga rarely shared personal things about himself but he had shared that he was moving
soon, which steamed this last live stream for the next month or so. Suga said he might need more
time then that, and he understood if people didn’t subscribe next month but more than half of his
regulars already said they would, Jimin being one of them. He promised pictures if he could find
the time but all Jimin wanted was for the boy to see safe and secure. It was common knowledge
that he was moving to a new secret place because he managed to accumulate a stalker which was a
risk of his job, something he pointed out himself. Jimin had been terrified when he heard the news
a week ago in an email sent to Suga’s paying members. Suga had been rather brash and sharp with
his words in the email, stating he didn’t appreciate his personal information leaking out enough for
someone to find him. It was a side of him they had never seen but Jimin understood his anger.
Suga stated he had a close friend who kept him safe but moving to a new place was his best option.
Because of that, he wouldn't be able to update for a couple weeks and most everyone understood.

Jimin was still sad that he wouldn’t see Suga for a while but he was sadder that the boy felt
threatened in his own home. That wasn’t nice and most of his loyal fans just wanted him safe and
happy. There were always the weird few who had worse intentions with the boy and Suga typically
banned them before things got too bad. Unfortunately, that didn’t save him from this.

Suga | I don’t deserve any of you.

Suga | Thanks again for all the support.

Suga | Have a good night and take care while I’m gone.

With those final words, Suga looked up at the camera and gave a soft little wave, the corners of his
sharp cat-like eyes crinkling like he was smiling beneath that mask. Oh, how Jimin wished he
could see that smile but he ended up waving back even if the boy couldn’t see him. And then Suga
pressed a button on his laptop and the stream cut out, the screen turning to black before that cute
pink kitten popped up again, signaling Suga was away.

With a deep sigh, Jimin closed out the tab and opened up a new document to remind himself he
still had an assignment to do. He couldn’t do anything smelling like the gym and with his hand and
pants little sticky. He tugged off his headphones with his clean hand and set them carefully on the
desk before getting to his feet. He didn’t bother tucking his softened cock away since he was
shuffling into the bathroom to undress anyway. He took a long hot shower, cleaning the sweat and
come from his tingling body and couldn’t help but think about Suga for the rest of the night, even
when he was supposed to be working on his assignment.

Chapter End Notes

I had a lot more planned for this but inspiration took a downward spiral and I just
loved this part so much, I didn't want it to go to waste. I might add more to this in the
future by making it a chaptered fic but for now, I'm happy with what I've got. Yoongi
is so freaking gorgeous and Jimin is weak, okay, he's so weak. (Dare i say Jimin is
100% Yoongi's type too? hehe)

Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you thought with a kudo and/or
comment! They keep me thriving for sure!

See you next time!

~Addy~

Come scream with me about pretty baby Yoongi anytime!


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Edit: IT'S GONNA BE CHAPTERED NOW


Sugar Swizzle Sticks
Chapter Summary

Jimin gets a new neighbor.

Chapter Notes

Thanks so much for all the love on the first part and I'm happy all of you are happy
that I've decided to make this multichapter. I have ten chapters total planned out and
it's going to be real sweet and soft and sexy. What else could you expect from me
really?

Anyway, enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Three days later Jimin was lucky enough to have his last class of the day canceled. He had been
looking forward to his history class but when he got the email on his phone about the Professor’s
wife suddenly going into labor, he couldn’t help but be happy for the man. Not having the 1
o’clock class freed up the rest of his afternoon and evening and Jimin had lingered around campus
for a while before deciding to return to his apartment. Taehyung would still be at his part-time
afternoon cafe job and Jimin would have the place to himself for a few hours. He intended to veg
out on the couch for a few hours before heading to the gym. After passing a recent quiz, he felt he
deserved a little rest.

The bus ride to his apartment building was uneventful and Jimin enjoyed the cool January air as he
strolled down the street to his building. It wasn’t too cold but it wasn’t warm either. He enjoyed
weather like this where all he needed was a decent jacket. His nose always got a little cold but it
wasn't anything he couldn't bear for the short walk to his building.

He came to a stop in surprise when he saw the large white box truck parked in front of his building
and as he eyed up the truck, he came to realize it was the apartment complex’s moving company.
Jimin hummed in interest, wondering who could be moving in and where, as he started walking up
to the building. He didn’t see anyone around so he opened the door to the lobby and slipped inside
the warmth. The lobby wasn’t too small considering there was a wall of mailboxes tucked away in
an extra room. Jimin went to check their mail, finding a few bills before heading inside the rest of
the building with his keycode and key.

Just as he was entering, he caught sight of the elevator with the doors open and someone was
inside. He recognized the head of messy dark red hair immediately and Jimin let out a noise of
happiness, jumping on his feet and waving to catch the boy's attention.

“Kookie!” He called and the boy shuffling around the elevator with a series of boxes snapped his
head up at him. His lips quickly spread into a smile and he returned Jimin’s wave. Jimin hurried to
the elevator while Jungkook held it open for him and he slipped inside. “Hey! It’s been a while,
how are you?”
Jungkook was a nice young man, only a few years younger than Jimin. He went to the same
college but they had met because Jungkook was part of the moving company for their apartment
building and he had helped Jimin move in his stuff. He was a handsome young fellow and if
Taehyung didn’t already have his eye on him, Jimin would have given it a shot.

“I’m good hyung.” Jungkook’s smile was bright, spreading over his too large for his mouth teeth
and crinkling his eyes. “How are you?”

“Pretty good. Got the afternoon off.” He grinned as he adjusted the backpack on his shoulders and
glanced down at the boxes littering the elevator floor. “Who’s moving in?”

“Min Yoongi.” Jungkook answered, reaching over to press the button for the tenth floor. “We’re
almost done actually. Yugyeom and Mingyu have already moved up all the big pieces of furniture
and now we’re focusing on the last few boxes. Guy has a lot of stuff.” He chuckled softly to
himself.

“Really?” Jimin hummed. “Does he seem like a nice guy?”

“He’s kinda quiet but he gave Mingyu a head pat after he slammed his hand in the door, so,”
Jungkook shrugged, “He seems nice.”

“That’s good.” Jimin glanced up at the glowing changing numbers. “You’re going to my floor?”

“Yup. You’ve got a new neighbor, hyung.”

Jimin blinked in surprise. The apartment across the hall had been empty since Jimin and Taehyung
moved in over a year ago and he was a little surprised someone finally took it. The tenth floor was
the top floor and most people didn’t enjoy going up all those floors. Jimin never minded but if the
elevator broke, he might.

“Min Yoongi, huh? What can you tell me about him?”

“Well-” Jungkook cut himself off when the elevator dinged and the door slid open. He made a soft
noise and quickly shoved his key into the panel to keep the doors open while they were busy
moving boxes. Jimin stepped out to get out of the way before turning back to Jungkook as the boy
lifted up a heavier box.

“Do you need help?” Jimin asked, more than willing to lend a hand.

“Don’t worry about it, hyung.” Jungkook stepped out of the elevator, his strong biceps flexing as
he shifted the weight of the box. Jimin tried to hide his grin because Taehyung was going to kick
himself for missing something like this.

Jimin made a noise of understanding and walked with Jungkook into the hallway. The door across
from his was wide open and Jimin drew closer in curiosity. He didn’t want to be rude and just walk
right in but he had a new neighbor and he was curious about who he was and what he looked like.
Jungkook flashed him a cheeky grin before he entered the open door. Jimin could see a hint of a
living room, identical to his in size but covered in boxes and furniture that didn’t look to be in the
right place. Before Jimin could get more of a look, two tall figures blocked his view and came out
the door.

“Hyung!” Mingyu greeted happily, waving both hands at Jimin that the older was happy to return.
He gave Yugyeom a smile as well that the boy nodded his head at.

“Hey boys.” Jimin shuffled back against his door, taking his time in finding the key to his
apartment.

“No flirting with hyung.” Jungkook appeared behind them, shoving at Mingyu’s back. The dark
haired boy flushed all the way to his hairline and stuttered over his words. Yugyeom laughed under
his breath and grabbed at Mingyu’s arm to pull him down the hallway. They had a job to do after
all. “No distracting them.” Jungkook leveled Jimin with a narrowed eyed look.

Jimin held his hands up in defense. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Uh-huh.” Jungkook rolled his eyes before leaving to join his friends and co-workers. They had
boxes to move after all but Jimin wasn’t ready to disappear into his apartment.

After a glance at the bickering boys in the elevator, Jimin hurried across the hall to the open door.
He took a deep breath and then knocked on the door frame a few times.

“Hello?” He called out.

“Yeah.” A gruff voice answered him and then there was the sound of shuffling. “I’m coming.”

Jimin waited patiently at the door, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his grey hoodie. He let his
eyes scan over the open apartment and the layout was identical to his own. Open kitchen, living
room and dining area. Then a hallway that led back to the bedrooms, he assumed. The place was a
mess, truthfully, with boxes and pieces of furniture everywhere but that was to be expected when
moving into a new place. There was nothing personal aside from a guitar case Jimin saw against
the wall. He assumed most of the personal things were tucked away in the bedrooms or in the
boxes scattered about.

“Yeah? Hi.” A gruff voice caught his attention and he stood up straighter, settling his gaze at the
hallway where a man was making his way toward him.

Jimin’s heart puttered in his chest because holy fuck. Min Yoongi was pretty. Like really pretty. He
was maybe as tall as Jimin, perhaps a little taller, with thick fluffy jet black hair, beautiful pale
skin, and sparkling dark eyes. His face was rounded, cheeks a little chubby and nose the perfect
button. And his mouth, wow what a mouth. Super plush and pink and the most perfect cupid’s bow
he had ever seen. He was dressed in ripped black jeans and a black hoodie two sizes too big for
him. He looked small under his clothes but there was a look in his eyes that proved he wasn’t a guy
to be messed with.

“Hi!” Jimin perked up, offering a soft smile and a wave. “I’m your across the hall neighbor and I
thought I’d come by to introduce myself.”

Something flickered in the man’s eyes and his pretty lips twisted into a frown before he nodded in
understanding and made his way toward Jimin. “Min Yoongi.” He introduced himself with a slight
bow of his head.

“Ah, I’m Park Jimin.” He returned the bow, his cheeks flushed slightly because this man was
really handsome so up close. There were a few feet between them but Jimin could clearly see how
attractive this man was. Oh, he really had a type, didn’t he? Small and pretty. Though the hardness
in the edges of Yoongi’s eyes showed he probably wasn’t the type to appreciate being called
pretty, which was a small disappointment really.

“I live across the hall with my best friend Kim Taehyung. I’m sure you’ll run into him from time to
time. He’s got bright orange hair, impossible to miss.” He laughed softly to himself and saw the
way one corner of Yoogi’s mouth twitched. “But, um, I won’t bother you for long.” Jimin glanced
down the hall to see the group of boys making their way toward them with boxes in their hands. He
quickly moved out of the way, as did Yoongi who directed the boys where to place the boxes with
a soft look on his face. “If you need anything, just let me know, okay?” Jimin offered, stepping
back into the doorway.

Yoongi glanced at him, a hint of unsureness in his eyes before he nodded. “Thanks. I’m pretty
good now.” His voice was a deep gravel, something that prickled up the back of Jimin’s neck. Oh
boy. There was even a slight slur to his words and his lips pouted out a bit when he spoke which
was much too cute for Jimin to handle.

“Right. Good! But um, if you need anything ever, don’t hesitate to ask.” He motioned back to his
door, suddenly feeling very shy and awkward under Yoongi’s dark gaze. “Welcome to the building.
I’ll, um, see you around?”

Yoongi hummed and nodded his head, glancing to the side when the boys came back from the
hallway to slip past to grab more boxes from the elevator. “See you around.”

Jimin bowed his head once more and hurried back to his door, fumbling with his keys before he
managed to get the door open. He glanced over his shoulder to see Yoongi still watching him, an
unreadable expression on his face. When Jimin offered him a soft smile, Yoongi nodded his head
and then disappeared out of view, probably returning to wherever he was before Jimin showed up.

“Kookie.” Jimin hissed when the boy passed by, his heart thumping in his throat. “Come here.”

“Hold on hyung.” Jungkook gave him a faint pout before he disappeared into Yoongi’s apartment
to drop off the box in his hands.

Jimin sighed and entered his apartment, taking the time to shrug off his backpack. Jungkook
appeared a moment later, eyeing Jimin up through his opened door. Jimin snatched up the boy’s
arm and brought him close, leaning up on his toes to whisper to him so no one could hear.

“What the actual fuck, Jeon Jungkook?” He hissed, narrowed his eyes at the way Jungkook’s lips
curled into a smirk. “You could have warned me he was so pretty.”

“This was more fun.” Jungkook admitted; the cheeky brat.

Jimin gasped and smacked a hand against his stomach, making Jungkook double over in snickering
laughter. “What do you know, huh brat? Where’s he from?”

Jungkook breathed out his laughs as he stood up straight again, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Not much. He’s not really a talker. I just know he’s moving here from Daegu for work. That’s
about it. Oh, and he’s older than you. He made me call him hyung.” He smiled, looking very
happy with that fact. “He’s twenty-five.”

So two years older than Jimin and five years older than Jungkook. Jimin hummed and shifted on
his feet. “Any other info?” He asked hopefully.

“Nope, that’s all I got.” Jungkook gave Jimin’s shoulder a sympathetic pat. “Sorry, hyung.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jimin sighed and pulled back from the tall kid. “Get back to work. I’ve got a bath
with my name on it. Oh, and call Taehyung sometime huh?” Jimin’s lips curled into a smirk that
made the apples of Jungkook’s cheeks flush darkly. “He’s starting to think you’re not interested.”

“I… Um, Yeah.” Jungkook nodded stiffly. “Bye, hyung.”


Jimin couldn’t help the giggles that came up his throat, covering his mouth as he watched
Jungkook stiffly walk to the elevator. Movement caught his attention and he saw Yoongi in his
living room, gently picking up the guitar case. Ah, he really was a pretty guy but Jimin probably
didn’t stand a chance. He bit into his lower lip and quickly slipped back inside, shutting the door
before Yoongi could catch him staring.

Well, now he had a pretty cool looking neighbor and Jimin didn’t know what to do about that.
They probably wouldn’t see much of each other and Jimin didn’t know if reaching out to make
friends was a good idea or not. If he was moving to Seoul from Daegu, he might not have any
friends and Jimin was nice. He liked to make friends. He didn’t know a thing about this Yoongi but
he wanted to know things about him.

His interest certainly had nothing to do with the thump of his heart. Nope, not at all.

Jimin sighed heavily and shuffled into the apartment, heading to take that bath he was hoping
would ease out his worries and the flush on his cheeks.

The next time Jimin saw Yoongi was three days later when he was coming home from his
afternoon class. His plan was to quickly change into his gym clothes, eat a small snack and head
back out to the gym to work out for an hour or so. But when Jimin stepped into the lobby of his
apartment complex and heard soft grumbling curses, his attention was brought to the man standing
in the mailroom.

Yoongi looked the same as the first time Jimin saw him only this time he was wearing a pouted
scowl on his pretty face. Jimin’s throat went a little tight at the sight of Yoongi because for the past
few days he had been trying to convince himself that the face he remembered wasn’t nearly as
pretty as he thought. He was wrong, oh was he wrong. Yoongi was just standing there, hands
shoved into the pockets of his black leather bomber jacket and kicking a tall thin box leaning
against the wall with his black combat boot. He looked so good and Jimin had to shove down the
shiver that ran up his spine.

Yoongi’s attractiveness aside, Jimin tried to figure out why the man was grumbling and nudging
that package with his boot. The box was taller than the both of them but was rather thin all the way
around. Whatever it was, Yoongi seemed to be struggling with it and well, Jimin was a nice
person. That was surely the only reason he approached Yoongi.

“Yoongi, Hey.” Jimin greeted cheerfully, a smile tugging at his lips as he stepped toward him into
the mailroom.

Yoongi’s head snapped up in surprise, his dark eyes widened slightly, almost in fear, before he
realized who was calling to him and the tense line in his shoulders evened out. “Hey.” He greeted
back, shuffling around to better face him and his expression softened just slightly. “Jimin, right?”

“Right.” His smile brightened slightly as he came to stop beside the man and eyed up the package
leaning against the wall. “Do you need some help?”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed and he glared at the package like it offended him. “When I ordered the
damn desk, they didn’t mention how heavy it was.”

“Heavy?” Jimin hummed and shifted so he could slide his backpack through both arms so he didn’t
have to worry about it slinging free since it had only been through one arm before. “You can’t pick
it up by yourself?”
Yoongi shifted that soft glare to Jimin. “Do I look like I can lift heavy shit?”

Jimin tried not to snicker in his hand and shrugged, stepping forward to grab onto the edge of the
box and give it a soft tug. It moved slightly and he hummed, slipping his arms around the box in an
effort to start lifting it.

“Shit, what are you doing? I don’t think you could lift that.” Yoongi sounded almost worried at
first and when Jimin glanced at him his eyes were a little wide, his pink lips parted with his tongue
pressed into the corner of his mouth.

“I’m stronger than I look.” Jimin flashed him a sly smirk, wiggling his brows at the man who
stared at him in surprise. “If I can lift Jungkook, I could certainly lift this box.” He hummed and
the hot flash of an urge surged through him before he could stop it. “I could pick you up too, pretty
boy.”

There was a moment were Yoongi just stared at him and Jimin thought maybe he went a little too
far. Then the faintest color of pink spread over the tip of Yoongi’s nose and he made a soft huffing
sound, steadying his feet and glancing away with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Maybe next time, hm?” His deep voice was a soft slur but Jimin smiled, teeth sinking into his
lower lip. His soft flirting was well received but Jimin didn’t want to push it too much quite yet. He
wasn’t even sure what he was doing but he wanted to help Yoongi get this box up to his apartment
because that was the nice neighborly thing to do. And maybe he wanted to spend a little more time
in the man’s presence.

“I’ll hold you to that.” He gave Yoongi a wink because he had no self-control, his heart jumping at
the way Yoongi’s lips twitched up into a smile. “Let’s see if I can do this.” He clenched his teeth
and twisted back around to focus on the box. Finding a place for his hands to grab purchase took a
few seconds but once he found his grip, he bent his knees, leaned down slightly and then lifted.
The key was all in his arms and thighs, the muscles clenching tightly and Jimin was almost glad he
had worn a thinner hoodie because he noticed the way Yoongi was eyeing up the way his muscles
suddenly clenched through the fabric.

Jimin let out a grunt once he was steady with the box in his hands and though it was certainly
heavy, it was no heavier than a person and Jimin used to bench press with Taehyung just for the
fun of it. He could certainly carry it to the elevator and then to Yoongi’s apartment.

“Get the door?” He asked, glancing to see Yoongi staring wide-eyed at him. There was a light
color over the apples of his cheeks and he didn’t move until Jimin perked a questioning brow at
him.

“Y-Yeah. Got it.” Yoongi hurried over to the door, fumbling with his keys for a second before he
punched in the code and got the door open.

Jimin had to do a weird waddle walk because of how tall the box was which was a little
embarrassing but Yoongi seemed too focused on watching his muscles to even care. Jimin smirked
softly to himself, feeling a bit of pride at the way the man was ogling him. Jimin didn’t intend to
show off when he offered to help Yoongi but well, what an added bonus.

Yoongi hurried ahead of Jimin to press the button for the elevator while Jimin waddled toward
him, puffing out his cheeks as his muscles started to burn. The weight was easy to hold on to but it
was still pretty damn heavy to keep up for an extended period of time. By the time he reached the
elevator, the doors slid and Yoongi held a hand against them to keep them open while Jimin
shuffled inside. He didn’t see a point in holding the box up for the whole ride so he placed it
carefully down on the ground, leaning it against the wall while Yoongi hurried inside, pressed the
button to the floor and shut the door.

“Fair enough.” Yoongi said once the doors were shut and Jimin had turned toward him, leaning
back against the wall. “You’re stronger than you look.” He was eyeing Jimin up from the corner of
his eyes, gaze lingering over his arms and the thick thighs easy to see through the jeans Jimin was
wearing. He wasn’t dressed in any particular way, just whatever he could find that was clean
before heading out for his classes that day but he puffed his chest out a little bit, happy Yoongi was
appreciating.

“I’m a dancer.” Jimin explained softly, shrugging one shoulder. “I’m a student too but I minor in
dancing so, I work out a lot.”

“No shit.” Yoongi grumbled under his breath and Jimin did his best to not smirk. He couldn't help
but feel a little happy at the way Yoongi was looking at him. He couldn’t tell if the man was
appreciative or a little turned on. The flush on his face made Jimin think the latter and that opened
a door he was more than willing to walk through. It was rare for him to stumble along a guy who
looked at him like that and Jimin wasn’t the type to hold back. He was a shameless flirt with
people who received it well like Jungkook and Mingyu but Jimin never forced that on people who
obviously didn’t want it. He was still feeling Yoongi out to see what the man was thinking but it
seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

“So, Kookie told me you’re from Daegu?” Jimin asked casually, hoping to make a bit of
conversation as the elevator went up and up.

“Mhm.” Yoongi settled back against the wall opposite of Jimin, his hands tucked away into the
pockets of his jacket and his whole demeanor gave off a relaxed calmness. He wasn’t even doing
anything and he looked rather sexy and Jimin’s throat went a little tight at the sight. Oh, the
attraction was certainly there.

It didn’t seem Yoongi was going to give him more information than that so Jimin continued. “I’m
from Busan. I moved here for school and I think I might stay. I miss the beach though.” He offered
Yoongi a soft smile that the older returned with one corner of his mouth. “How do you like it so
far?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Haven’t been here long enough to form an opinion yet. But, I like this complex.
It’s quiet and people mind their own business.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know other people lived here if it weren't for occasionally running into
someone. Tae and I had the tenth floor to ourselves since he moved in so it’s kinda nice that
someone lives there now. If we’re ever too loud, let me know.” He smiled sheepishly. “Tae can get
a little crazy.”

Yoongi hummed softly, glancing at the flickering numbers. “Orange hair right? I think I saw him
yesterday leaving the building.”

Jimin perked up. “Super tall, lanky and kind of gorgeous?” Yoongi blinked at him for a moment
before nodding. “Yup, that was probably Tae.” Jimin laughed fondly. “You’ll meet him officially
at some point I’m sure.”

Their conversation had to come to a pause when the elevator reached their floor and Jimin had to
heft up the box again. Yoongi held the elevator door for him again while Jimin got his grip and
then the older led the way to his apartment. He already had his keys ready and managed to unlock
the two locks he had and push open the door before Jimin’s grip started to grow weak on the box.
Yoongi’s apartment was a stark contrast to the last time Jimin saw it. Before it was boxes and mess
but now it was spotless, organized and rather comfortable. Yoongi led Jimin into the apartment
before motioning down the hallway in question. Jimin nodded and then followed the man down
the hallway. One of the doors was closed, the door that was Taehyung’s bedroom in his own
identical apartment but Yoongi led him into the other door which was Yoongi’s bedroom.

It was obvious Yoongi was still unpacking, boxes with clothes and items stacked at the foot of his
large bed. The man hadn’t had the time to personalize the room yet but the dark covers on the bed
made Jimin smile fondly because they were so Yoongi. He had a feeling dark colors were just a
part of Yoongi’s everyday aesthetic and considering how amazing the man looked in black, he
could see why.

“Just put it against the wall.” Yoongi flicked his hand at the empty space by the bathroom door and
Jimin shuffled over to place the box down and lean it against the wall. He huffed a little bit,
rubbing his hands together with a smile on his face because it always felt good to help people. He
would have done the same thing for any of the other building attendants but there was something a
little special with Yoongi.

“Do you need help putting it together?” Jimin offered because he couldn’t help himself. He let his
eyes drift over Yoongi’s bedroom for a moment before landing on the man himself. “I know these
things can be really confusing. Tae and I have a shelf we bought over a year ago because we
thought it came put together?” He laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “But it
came in pieces so it’s just sitting in the box by the TV because neither of us is very skilled at
putting that stuff together. But, I could try and help.”

A flicker of amusement crossed Yoongi’s eyes and his pretty lips twitched up into a smile. “Putting
shit together is actually one of my skills. So I’m good.” His eyes shifted out the door before the
met Jimin’s gaze again. “Thanks for bringing it up here, angel. I really appreciate it.”

Jimin’s heart about stopped at the word ‘angel’ and heat spread up the back of his neck to curl over
his cheeks. Oh. Was that revenge for calling him pretty boy?

Jimin swallowed hard and let a soft sly smirk curl to his lips. “Anytime, pretty boy.”

Yoongi inhaled sharply and Jimin felt like celebrating. The blush on Yoongi’s pale cheeks was
absolutely beautiful and Jimin wanted to see it more and more. The curl of those pretty lips made
Jimin want to know how they smiled, how beautiful he was when he did so. Yoongi glanced
around his bedroom for a moment, a shyness in his demeanor before his gaze before finally settled
on Jimin. There was a hint of determination in his eyes and Jimin stood up a little straighter.

“I could build that shelf for you, if you want.”

Jimin blinked in surprise before warmth spread across his chest and he nodded eagerly. “Oh, that’d
be great!”

Yoongi nodded, glancing at the floor with his cute little teeth tucked into his bottom lip. “Not
today, since I need to build my desk but, uh, maybe later this week?”

“I’m free Thursday. I’ll feed you for your help! Do you like pizza?” Jimin asked, feeling a little bit
eager.

Yoongi looked a little startled before he quickly shook his head and Jimin almost felt like
deflating. “No, I mean, yeah I like pizza but building that shelf is me paying you back for this.” He
flicked his hand at the box and Jimin got a glimpse of long elegant pale fingers before they
disappeared into his pocket.

“You don’t have to pay me back.” Jimin assured with a smile, stepping away from the box to
approach the older. “But it’d be amazing if you could build that shelf for us. My movies are just
stacked on the floor.”

Yoongi crinkled his nose. “I’ll be over Thursday.”

Jimin’s heart flipped in his chest and he couldn't help his excited smile. “Really? Any time is good
for me.”

Yoongi nodded, glancing away from Jimin. “Three good for you?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nodded and followed Yoongi back down the hallway when the man started walking
again. He couldn’t help but stare at Yoongi’s soft fluffy black hair and it made him wonder if it felt
as soft as it looked. Jimin quickly shoved that thought down, shaking his head at himself because
wow, Jimin, slow the fuck down, you barely know him. But oh did Jimin want to know him. “I’ll
order pizza and everything. Tae might be around so you can finally meet him too.”

They came to a stop near the closed apartment door and Jimin wasn’t sure what to do with himself.
He knew it was time to leave, that he come to do what he needed to do but he also wanted to spend
more time with Yoongi. He wanted to learn a little bit more about the man. But then he thought
about how Yoongi was going to come by in a few days to build him a shelf and Jimin’s chest burst
with warmth and happiness. He would see Yoongi again soon and that helped him move forward,
twisting the doorknob to open the door.

“See you Thursday, pretty boy?” Oh, how he loved the way Yoongi’s lips quivered when he called
him that.

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed slightly, darkening in color and then his pretty plump lips twisted up into
a sinful smirk. “See you, angel.”

Jimin’s heart was throbbing in his throat, his lips straining in a bright smile as he bowed his head at
Yoongi and slipped out into the hallway. Yoongi leaned against the doorframe and watched as
Jimin crossed the hallway to unlock his door. When he glanced over his shoulder, his breath
caught in his throat because there was no denying the fact that Yoongi’s eyes were currently
grazing over his thighs and the curve of his ass. When he didn’t move, Yoongi’s eyes jumped to
his face and that smirk was back, looking sinful and Jimin’s face went hot because wow, Yoongi
was checking out his ass.

Swallowing hard, Jimin gave Yoongi another smile before slipping into his apartment and shutting
the door quietly. He leaned back against the surface, closing his eyes and taking a few deep
breaths. What just happened? Were they flirting a little bit? It sure felt like it. Jimin was prone to
flirting but he was pretty sure Yoongi was flirting back.

Jimin knew he was pretty nice to look at. He had a nice body he worked hard to keep, a pretty face
with lush lips and he loved his soft blond hair. There were parts of his body he didn’t like,
obviously, but for the most part, he knew he looked good. But to see a pretty cool guy like Yoongi
checking him out made Jimin wonder if maybe, Yoongi was into him. Hope fluttered like
butterflies in his stomach and a smile curled to his lips.

He didn’t want to get his hopes too high. He had flirted before, been flirted with in return only to
find out later the guy was straight and just enjoyed the attention. But Yoongi didn’t seem like that.
Jimin had never caught another guy checking out his ass like that before and maybe, just maybe,
he had a chance. It was worth exploring and even if Yoongi wasn’t interested, Jimin could see
them possibly being friends.

Feeling excited and hopeful for the next few days, Jimin set off for his bedroom so he could
change into his workout clothes and enjoy the rest of his day.

Chapter End Notes

I AM FULL OF CLICHES TODAY. Honestly, this story might be a little cliche but I
love it. And those of you looking for soft pastel baby Yoongi, I mean, he's coming?
But Suga and Yoongi are two different parts of himself and Suga is gonna take some
time to come out around Jimin. But don't you fret, our pretty baby is coming back very
soon. For now, we get dark badass Yoongi who is just as hot, to be honest. I LOVE
MULTIDIMENSIONAL CHARACTERS.

Thanks for reading! Be sure to let me know what you thought with a kudo and/or
comment! You can only kudo a chapter fic once so comments are really my life force
through stuff like this. Since I'm busy doing Yoonkook week over on twitter, I can't
promise when the next update will be. I don't really have a schedule with this? I'm
trying for once a week but I make no promises! I will finish this, though, so don't you
fret!

See you next time!

~Addy~

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Chapter Summary

Taehyung proves he's the best friend and Jimin makes a new friend(?).

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Jimin was a little anxious, his heart pit-pattering and his skin prickling with a bit of sweat,
especially around the nape of his neck as he shuffled through his closet for something appropriate
to wear. He was aware today wasn’t exactly a big deal. It wasn’t like Yoongi coming over to his
apartment was a date or something but Jimin couldn’t help feeling a little nervous about the whole
thing. Yoongi was an attractive guy who seemed to enjoy flirting back with him and though Jimin
had no fucking clue what that meant, he hoped it meant something.

Yoongi wouldn’t have offered to come over, to willingly spend time with Jimin if he didn’t want
to, right? It was a small flicker of hope, like the flame of the tiniest candle in the darkest room and
Jimin would cling to it until the wind blew it out.

He spent much too long going through his closet to find something nice to wear. It wasn’t a date
but it was something and Jimin wanted to make a good impression. Yoongi had already seen him
twice and both times Jimin had been coming back from class, exhausted and worn in his shitty
clothes he wore to class because no one actually gave a fuck about what they looked like.

But now he had a warning when he would see Yoongi and he wanted the man to see him when he
actually put effort into his appearance. Jimin could be pretty gorgeous when he tried, though
according to Taehyung Jimin was gorgeous all the time, even when he was lazing about on the
couch with snack dust on his fingers and the frumpiest clothes he owned. Jimin had to disagree
with that one but he did know he could look really good when he tried and that was exactly what he
was doing.

He didn’t want to go over the top because all Yoongi was doing was coming over to help build that
shelf that had been sitting in the box beside their TV for over a year. But he could throw a little
more effort than normal because Yoongi was fucking pretty and totally Jimin’s type and the blond
wanted to at least try and see what he could possibly get with Yoongi. It wasn’t something he
usually did.

Usually, Jimin flirted like there was no tomorrow but at the end of the night, he went to bed alone
with that same heavy pressure of loneliness in his chest because he could never tell if people were
taking him seriously or not. Flirting was just a part of who he was, part of his personality but when
Jimin meant it, people never really seemed to get it and perhaps that was his own fault. Jungkook
had been one of the few to see right through him but Taehyung snatched that cutie up before Jimin
even stood a chance. Which was fine. He was happy for the both of them if only they would stop
dancing around each other and just fucking date already. It was frustrating, really. They were so
into each other but Jungkook was too shy to do anything and Taehyung wasn’t the type to take
unless he was completely certain the other wanted it. Jimin just wanted to shove their faces
together and make them kiss but they did plenty of that all on their own when they were drunk
which was all the more frustrating because the next day they always acted like nothing happened.
Honestly, if Jimin wasn’t their friend he would have bitched a lot more at them about it by then.

A soft whistle caught Jimin’s attention and he paused in front of the mirror above his dresser, both
hands focused on hooking the silver loops through his ears. He twisted around slightly to see
Taehyung leaning casually against his open door frame, sharp dark gaze scanning over his body
appreciatively. Jimin hummed and straightened up, preening slightly from his best friend’s gaze as
his fingers trailed over the dangling chains of one earring.

“Damn you look fine.” Taehyung’s deep voice was a rumble, his perfectly shaped brow perking at
him and his lips curling into a knowing smirk as Jimin checked his reflection one more time.

He had styled his blond hair to look a little more fluffy than normal, the strands wavy and falling
over his brow and though he had been tempted to put a little makeup on, he thought that might have
been a little too much for the situation. Either way, he still looked pretty damn good and his plump
lips curled into a smile as he twisted around to face his friend.

“Not too much?” He questioned, sounded as nervous as he felt and lifted his arms into the air as he
did a little twirl that Taehyung seemed to appreciate. He had gone with the tightest pair of blue
jeans he owned with little rips all up the front, showing off tanned skin beneath and rippling thigh
muscles from all his years of dancing. Plus, they made his already rounded plump ass look fucking
fine . The black band t-shirt was tight as well, hugging him in all the right places and showing off
his arms that Yoongi already seemed to appreciate and though the outfit was casual, it was
perfectly picked to show off the best parts of Jimin’s body. He was comfortable but styled and
Taehyung made a soft appreciating noise as he pushed off the door frame and sauntered into the
room.

“If you’re trying to give the guy a boner, then no, it’s fucking perfect.” Taehyung wiggled his
eyebrows suggestively and Jimin giggled in his own nervousness, shoving at his friend’s chest
playfully as Taehyung tried to bite his cheek.

“I’m not trying anything.” Jimin argued, his lips twitched into a smile as he fought Taehyung’s
attempts at grabbing his ass.

“No one wears pants like this when they’re not trying anything.” Taehyung pointed out, his sharp
gaze all knowing and Jimin flushed all the way to his hairline, small hands wrapped tightly around
Taehyung’s wrists.

“Okay, I might be trying something but I just wanna show what I’ve got.” It sounded stupid when
he put it like that but Taehyung’s face softened and he was doing that thing again, eyes flickering
as he calculated everything he could see written clearly over Jimin’s face. He’d always been so
good at reading people.

“He’s already seen you, Chim. He knows what you’ve got.” Taehyung stopped fighting Jimin’s
hold until the blond finally released his wrist and then those arms were around his shoulders,
pulling him into a gentle hug.

“Okay but both times I was in college clothes, Tae. Those are shit clothes. I want him to know I can
look good.” Jimin mumbled softly, tucking his chin over Taehyung’s shoulder while the man
leaned down to hug him properly. There was a good head difference in height between them.
“You always look good.”

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to say that.”

Taehyung snorted and pulled back, large hands soothing as they rubbed up and down his arms.
“Nah, I’m supposed to tell you when you look like shit too so you don’t make a fool out of
yourself.” Though his lips were tugged into a teasing smile, his gaze was serious and Jimin knew
that all boiled down to his own lack of self-confidence that liked to sneak up on him in moments
like these. “Not my fault you’re always gorgeous.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered at the gaze and even if he didn’t believe it, it really meant so much to him.
Taehyung was the gorgeous one, he was a model for fuck’s sake and for him to think Jimin was
gorgeous was just, it was nice. “So I look good?”

Jimin let out a squawk when Taehyung’s hands finally got hold of his ass and squeezed both plump
globes. Jimin swatted him away with hands against his chest, both of them lost in fits of giggles
and really, Jimin loved Taehyung. Without him, he would probably be lost in fits of depression
more often than not but with Taehyung around, it was hard not to be happy. He was just that kind
of guy.

“Stunning, babe.” Taehyung told him after their fits of laughter calmed down and he pulled Jimin
close with a hand around the back of his neck, planting a soft kiss on his temple. “You’ll knock
him off his feet.”

Jimin let out the softest of whines. “I’m not trying to. I just, I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m
doing, Tae.”

Taehyung blinked in mild surprise as he pulled away, giving Jimin another good once over before
his dark gaze settled on his face. “He must be real hot, hm? You’re not usually this nervous.”

“I don’t know what it is.” He rubbed at his own cheeks, urging the flush away but only making it
worse. “I mean, yeah? He’s fucking pretty and I’m weak for that but I don’t even know this guy.
He’s just… I don’t know. He’s the kind of guy I want to know, you know?”

Taehyung laughed softly, a fond sound and pet at the back of Jimin’s hair, careful not to disturb his
hard work. “I think I get it, yeah. You’ve got yourself a Jungkookie.”

Jimin crinkled his nose. “Okay but Jungkook likes you, this is different.”

Taehyung scoffed and removed his hand from Jimin’s hair, taking a step backward so the blond
could shuffle back to his dresser and dig around for a few of his favorite rings to slide on. “I
wouldn’t know seeing as the asshole never calls me.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he adjusted the rings on his thumbs. “I swear you two are like an angsty
fanfiction or drama. What have we learned from all that Sasunaru fiction, Tae?” Taehyung
grumbled under his breath. “What was that?”

“Communication.” Taehyung breathed out, a foul look on his face.

“Exactly.” Jimin snapped his fingers and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist on his way out the door,
dragging him out into the living room. “Communication.”

“I’m not the one struggling with learning how a phone fucking works.” Taehyung grumbled,
sounding all cranky and Jimin wanted his squish his friend’s cheeks but that was when he realized
Taehyung was all dolled up and Jimin paused, eyebrows shooting up.
“Where are you going?”

Taehyung blinked in surprise, his expression shifting into something a little sheepish. “Oh, well, I
figured you’d want to be alone with your new guy.”

Heat flushed over Jimin’s cheeks again. “Y-You don’t have to leave, Tae. I want you to meet him.”

Taehyung waved a hand at him as he plopped down on the black leather couch. “I’ll stay and meet
him but then I’ve got a date.”

Something cold fizzled in Jimin’s chest and he narrowed his eyes. By the way Taehyung quickly
avoided his gaze, Jimin knew something was up. “Uh huh. A date. Not with Jungkook, I assume?”

Taehyung scoffed and ruffled a hand through his vibrantly orange locks. “How can he ask me on a
date when he doesn’t know how a phone works?”

“You two are ridiculous.” Jimin hissed, planting both hands on his hips as he peered at Taehyung.
“What date? Who are you going with? Where are you going? Do I know this person? The fuck do
you think you’re doing Kim Taehyung?”

For a moment, Taehyung looked like the same innocent boy Jimin had met years ago but then that
boy was gone, replaced with someone a little more hardened. Still sweet, still innocent but
Taehyung had seen some shit and Jimin couldn’t blame him for being a little upset with Jungkook.
If they would just talk maybe they could solve whatever the fuck was going on between them but
no, they were too stubborn for that.

“I’m going on a date with someone who wants me.” Taehyung stated cooly, stretching out his long
legs and he looked like a full fucking meal and Jimin knew that was how Taehyung looked when
he was ready to get laid. It was a bit worrisome, really. They were going to keep hurting each other
at this rate.

“Jungkook wants you.” Jimin stressed, throwing his hands up in the air because he was just
exhausted with this. He was supposed to be nervous and worrying about Yoongi’s visit and yet
now all he could think about was how Taehyung was about to make a mistake.

“Don’t yell at me.” Taehyung pouted his lips out cutely and Jimin sighed, rubbing a hand over his
face.

“I’m not yelling.”

“I’m going out with Seokjin-hyung, okay?” Taehyung’s lips were pouted out again and he just
looked so sad. “We’re having drinks and food and a good old time, okay? Don’t look at me like
you’re disappointed in me, Chim, it makes me feel real shit.”

“I’m sorry, Tae.” Jimin dropped down on the couch beside his friend and reached out to tug him
into a hug, arms tight around his shoulders while Taehyung nuzzled into his neck. “I’m sorry. I just
wish Jungkook would get his head out of his ass and ask you out already.”

“That makes two of us.” Taehyung hummed, giving the arch of Jimin’s neck a soft kiss that made
his skin tingle before he pulled away, his expression softer and his smile tender. “Don’t worry
‘bout me, chim. You’ve got a supposed real cutie coming over and that’s something to be happy
about.”

The reminder of Yoongi made Jimin’s stomach flutter with butterfly wings. “He’s a real cutie,
Tae.” He sighed happily, rubbing his hands over his own thighs in his nervousness. “You know my
type?”

“Thin, short, pretty and pastel?” Taehyung hummed, his lips twitching into that boxy grin of his.
“You flirt with everyone, chim. But guys like that? You remember Jihoon?”

“Oh god.” Jimin groaned, embarrassed and dropped his face into his hands. “Don’t remind me.”

“Is he a Jihoon?”

“He’s a Jihoon times thirty.”

“Holy shit.” Taehyung gasped out. “Is that fucking possible? Jihoon was like,” Taehyung licked
his lips, his eyes focused over Jimin’s shoulder in thought, “the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever
seen with pink hair and pink lips.”

“Okay, that but darker.” Jimin lifted his head, lips curled into a soft smile. “Yoongi’s all dark and
brooding and cool. Just as pretty but darker.”

“Chim you were a mess around Jihoon, how are you going to handle this Yoongi guy?”

“I don’t know!” Jimin stressed, almost a whine. “We just started flirting okay, I had no control over
it. I called him pretty boy and he called me angel and now I don’t know what I’m doing but I
wanna keep doing it.”

“He called you Angel?” Taehyung perked a brow. “I think I like him already.”

“Tae.” He drew the name out like a whine. “You’re not helping.”

“You’re a fucking treasure, chim.” Taehyung gathered both of Jimin’s small hands into his much
larger ones. “If he can’t see that, fuck ‘em.”

Jimin’s heart swelled with affection for his best friend and his lips curled into a brighter smile.
“I’m just nervous. I’ll be okay. He offered to spend time with me, right? Even if it’s to build a
shelf. It’s something.”

“Right.” Taehyung agreed with a nod. “You'll sweep him off his feet.” He planted a few soft kisses
over the back of Jimin’s hands. “Otherwise, he’s a fucking idiot.”

Jimin opened his mouth to thank his friend, to remind him that Taehyung was just as precious and
if Jungkook didn’t step up soon, maybe Taehyung really should just move on but before he could
voice anything, a series of solid knocks came to their door and Jimin flinched, his heart leaping into
his throat to make a home for itself.

“You got this, chim.” Taehyung assured him, giving his hand one more kiss before releasing him.
“It’s just spending time together. No pressure.”

“Right.” Jimin nodded stiffly and got to his feet, brushing off his clothes before shuffling over to
the apartment door. He took a few deep breaths, an attempt to calm the nervous sloshing through
his entire body before he finally opened to door.

Yoongi’s gaze jumped up from the floor the moment Jimin opened the door and their eyes locked
together, making Jimin’s breath catch in his throat because wow . Yoongi was just as pretty as
Jimin remembered; shaggy black hair falling over his brow, pink plump lips pursed in a natural
pout, dark eyes sparkling in the dim light of the hallway. He was dressed rather normal, in jeans
and a loose black t-shirt and yet he looked so gorgeous and Jimin’s throat went so tight breathing
was a thing possible anymore. The black shirt showed so much neck, so much collarbone and
Jimin’s mouth watered at all the pale skin on display. Yoongi wasn’t even being fair and Jimin
was too busy ogling Yoongi to notice the man was doing the same to him.

“Hey.” Yoongi’s lips parted to speak, his voice a deep rumble and Jimin’s spine prickled at the
sound.

“Hey, pretty boy.” And it was so easy, so effortless and the way Yoongi’s rounded cheeks flushed
ever so slightly made Jimin wonder why he had been so nervous before.

“Hey, angel.” Yoongi shifted on his feet, adjusting the box in his hand and Jimin notice it was a
toolbox, a small red and black thing.

“Ah, come in.” Jimin shuffled out of the doorframe so Yoongi could step inside, gaze sliding over
the open living room that he could see before he paused to remove his shoes while Jimin shut the
door. Jimin wanted to tell Yoongi how good he looked, how amazing that shirt outlined his
collarbones but it didn’t seem like the right time so he just smiled at the man and led him further
into the living room where Taehyung was getting to his feet. “Yoongi, this is Kim Taehyung, my
roommate. Tae, Min Yoongi, our neighbor.”

Yoongi bowed his head in greeting but Taehyung was a little too busy staring in surprise to do
much of anything. He gave Yoongi a very long, very obvious once over that made the older shift
awkwardly, adjusting the toolbox in his hand.

“Shit, chim, you said he was pretty but this is ridiculous.” Taehyung scoffed, brows lost in his
bangs and eyes wide.

Yoongi flushed all the way to the tips of his ears and Jimin wanted to smack his friend in his own
embarrassment. Taehyung seemed to snap out of his daze from the glare Jimin shot him and he
smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, Sorry.” Taehyung waved both hands around and then approached Yoongi with a warm
smile on his lips. “It’s nice to meet you! My mouth has a mind of its own most of the time.” His
grin was wide and stunning, making Yoongi blink at him like he was blinded, which was a
probability. Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s free hand without hesitation, shaking them. “You’re just
like, ten times prettier than Jimin told me.”

“Tae.” Jimin hissed, stomping his foot slightly as heat flared up the back of his neck.

Yoongi didn’t seem bothered, however. He was flushing, yes, but he didn’t seem to mind being
called pretty in the least and that was a relief. “Jimin said you were gorgeous and he wasn’t
wrong.” Yoongi spoke in that deep soft slur of his and Taehyung brightened at his words.
“Surrounded by gorgeous people, the fuck did I get myself into moving here?” He grumbled, voice
low and soft but clear enough for the both of them to hear and Jimin’s flush spread all the way
down his neck. Did Yoongi just indirectly call him gorgeous?

“You get used to it.” Taehyung chuckled softly, giving Yoongi’s hand one more squeeze before
finally pulling away. He was doing that thing again where he was calculating, taking in every
detail of Yoongi’s face, expression, and body. “You hang around here often enough and you’ll find
out chim’s friends with all the pretty people. He collects us like little treasures.”

“Taehyung.” Jimin hissed and when Yoongi’s dark eyes glanced at him, he snapped his mouth
shut, heat flaring over his cheeks and heart hammering in his chest. His gaze was unreadable but
there was something almost amusing curled in the corner of his mouth and that gave Jimin hope
that Yoongi wasn’t turned off by Taehyung admittedly eccentric ways. If anything, he seemed a bit
amused by the whole thing.

“Ah, I’m doing it again, sorry sorry.” Taehyung smiled sheepishly and then started patting at his
pockets like he was checking to make sure he had everything. “Well, thank you for coming by to
help with that shelf. It’s just been sitting there for ages. I’ve gotta run but you two have fun!” He
hurried past them toward the door where he paused to shove on his shoes. “It was nice to meet you
Yoongi, I’m sure I’ll see you again real soon.” He gave both of them a wink as he opened up the
door and then he paused, turning back to them with a serious but playful look on his face.
“Remember safe sex is the best sex!” And then he was gone, slipping out the door with a bubble of
giggles that disappeared when the door clicked shut.

“He’s a mess.” Jimin mumbled, trying to excuse his friend’s behavior. “I love him and he’s my
best friend but he’s a mess.”

Yoongi let out the softest of chuckles, leaning down to drop his toolbox on the floor and then stood
up straight again, rubbing at his own hands as he glanced around the living room which Jimin had
spent most of the morning cleaning until it was spotless. “He seems cool. I like him.”

Hearing those words was a bit of a relief and Jimin’s shoulders sagged, the flurry of butterfly wings
coming back in the pit of his stomach now that he knew everything was just fine between them.
Yoongi didn’t look awkward at all standing in the middle of JImin’s living room and though his
eyes flickered around like he was taking everything in, he didn’t seem in much of a hurry to leave
or anything.

“Thanks again for doing this.” Jimin shuffled around him to their entertainment system which
consisted of a large flat screen TV that was settled on a large stand with an assortment of gaming
systems tucked underneath. He grabbed the box which held the shelf and dragged it over to
Yoongi, plopping it onto the floor before shifting to push the coffee table out of the way so there
was more space.

“You have two of them?” Yoongi questioned as he dropped into a squat and read over the small
picture on the box.

“Oh.” Jimin breathed out, blinking in surprise. “Yeah, we bought two. I almost forgot. We wanted
them to match on either side of the TV.” Once the coffee table was out of the way, Jimin stood to
the side awkwardly while Yoongi grabbed his toolbox and brought it over closer, popping it open
and started digging around for something. “Do you need anything? How can I help?”

Yoongi hummed, shaking his head enough for his fluffy dark hair to bounce around on his head.
Jimin had the perfect angle to see the sharp slope of his jaw and his pretty pursed lips as he dug
around in his box. He was just so nice to look at, Jimin couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t every day a
boy as pretty as Suga strolled into Jimin’s apartment. In fact, that wasn’t something that had ever
happened. Jihoon had been a fluke, a soft one night stand in the younger’s dorm room and Jimin
didn’t think about it often seeing at the boy was now dating one of the guys in Jimin’s dance class.

“I might need you to hold shit together for me. This is bigger than I was expecting.” Yoongi spoke
through pouty lips and then let out a pleased noise when he found what he was looking for, a small
black box cutter.

“Sorry.” Jimin smiled sheepishly, wringing his hands together against his stomach. “Honestly, I
haven’t look at the thing since we bought it last year so I forgot what it looked like.”

“No big deal.” Yoongi shrugged casually and got down on his knees so he could start cutting open
the box.

“You don’t want a drink or something?”

“Maybe later.” Yoongi glanced up at him, gaze glistening through his thick lashes. “Just relax,
angel. I’ll let you know when I need you.”

Warmth curled around Jimin’s chest and he nodded, lips stretching into a smile. Yoongi returned
his smile, all soft and sweet before dropping his gaze so he could continue what he was doing.
Once he had the box open, he tucked the cutter into the back pocket of his jeans and then started
tugging all the wooden pieces free, organizing them around the carpeted floor. Once that was done,
Jimin took the cardboard box and moved it out of the way, taking the box cutter Yoongi offered
him and went about the cutting the box into pieces so it would be easier to take down to the
recycling later.

When that was done, he stuffed all the styrofoam into a trash bag and left it by the coffee table in
case they needed it again while Yoongi read over the instructions, still on his knees on the floor.
He folded the paper booklet over onto the first page and then placed it on the floor so he could
grab the few bags of screws and other things they would need. He ripped the bag open with his
teeth and then poured them out on the floor before picking through everything with his fingers,
organizing them and making sure they had everything they would need.

“How about some music?” Jimin questioned, feeling a little lost in the silence between them and
when Yoongi hummed in agreement, Jimin picked up the TV remote and clicked the TV on.
“What kind of music do you like?”

“Hip-hop, usually.” Yoongi didn’t even look up from where he was putting the same size screws
into piles. “I like all kinds of things, really. Depends on the mood.”

Jimin hummed and started flicking through the music channels until he found something he
thought Yoongi might like. The old hip-hop channel was something Jimin liked to listen to when
he felt like trying out new dance music and judging by the way Yoongi nodded his head, he was
fine with it. The heavy beats filled the air, the volume low enough for them to hear each other but
loud enough to make nice background noise while Yoongi worked.

“So, you’re from Daegu?” Jimin questioned as he shifted to sit down on the floor near Yoongi, at
the ready in case he needed him. He hoped he could get the man to open up to him a little bit more
this time and he thought asking basic questions was the perfect place to start.

“Born and raised.” Yoongi answered through that natural pout of his and Jimin was already finding
the habit rather adorable.

Jimin hummed, folding his knees and hugging them to his chest as he watched the way Yoongi’s
elegant fingers organized screws and nails. “What brings you to Seoul?”

There was a moment where Jimin thought the man wouldn’t answer, where the line of his broad
shoulders went tense but then that moment passed and Yoongi got back up on his knees to start
checking over the chunks of wood.

“Work.”

“Hmm? What do you do?”

“Work from home, mostly.” Yoongi answered and then he started grabbing pieces of wood to
bring them closer, mumbling under his breath about numbers. “I’m a freelance photographer.
Weddings and shit mostly. Seoul has a lot more opportunities for stuff like that.” Jimin watched the
way Yoongi’s hands moved as he started to build the first step, digging into the open toolbox for a
screwdriver. “Plus, one of my best friends live here.”

Jimin’s eyes went a little wide because Yoongi was actually telling him about himself and that was
progress. “Photography, hm? That sounds really cool.”

Yoongi shrugged one shoulder. “Started in high school and just followed me. Makes decent money
and I’m pretty good at it. It’s one of those things I could do anywhere, no matter where I live.
Seoul seemed like a decent place. Plus, my friend has been trying to get me to move here for
years.”

“I like it.” Jimin murmured, eyes focused on what Yoongi was doing. “I moved here almost two
years ago and have lived in this building almost as long. I like how convenient everything is. I miss
Busan sometimes because I fell in love with the sea when I was just a baby but I love it here too.
I’ve made a lot of friends and school is pretty good. I’m here for three more years anyway before I
graduate so but I think I'll end up staying even longer.”

Yoongi hummed. “What are you studying? You mentioned you minor in dance?”

“Yeah. It was a compromise with my parents. Dance is my passion but they didn’t think it was a…
well, it doesn’t always put food the table you know and they support me but they also want me to
be taken care of.” He let out a soft sigh which caught Yoongi’s attention and the man glanced at
him while he screwed part of the shelf together. “So, to keep them happy and to stop them from
worrying, I majored in business and minor in dance. I can do a lot of things with a degree in
business, like start my own dance studio or something. It’s worked out so far. I get to dance and
keep my parents off my back.”

“So they’re supportive.” It was almost a question but not entirely.

“Yeah. I work part-time at a department store down the street but they’re the ones paying for this
apartment. I owe them a lot you know? But they don’t hold it over my head or anything.” Jimin
assured him, giving him a smile when Yoongi glanced at him. What about your parents?”

That didn’t seem like the best shift in conversation seeing as Yoongi’s body went tense and he
twisted the screwdriver a little harder than needed. “Little complicated.”

Jimin hummed in understanding. “You don’t have to talk about it. I mean, if I get too nosey, just
tell me, okay?”

Yoongi waved a hand at him nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad your parents support
you. That’s a good thing.”

“Why don’t you tell me more simple stuff about you instead?” Jimin offered a change of subject
that seemed to make Yoongi’s shoulders relax.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. How do you like your coffee, pretty boy?”

Yoongi’s cheeks flushed that pretty color again but there was a soft smile that curled to his lips.
“Black.”

It was a start and as Yoongi continued to build the first shelf, they went back and forth with easy
questions. Jimin got up when Yoongi needed him to hold some of the bigger pieces together and
the air between them was soft, easy. The conversation remained light and Jimin never dug too deep
whenever Yoongi went a little tense, which wasn’t often, only when the mention of his family
came up.

Jimin learned a decent amount Yoongi in the span of the next thirty minutes, shooting questions
back and forth. Yoongi never went to college but he graduated high school at the top of his class.
He preferred coffee over tea, his favorite color was black, he liked to make music in his free time
and he was the type of person who preferred to be alone than in a crowd of people. Yoongi liked
spending a lot of time alone in his apartment but he had two friends he was very close with, who
came over to keep him company when they had the time.

By the time the first shelf was almost done, Jimin and Yoongi were laughing and enjoying each
other's company as they talked. Jimin was complaining to Yoongi all about the issues between
Taehyung and Jungkook because Yoongi was easy to talk to and he knew both of them anyway.
Apparently, Yoongi was keeping in touch with Jungkook and he listened intently as Jimin
complained about how utterly frustrating they both were.

“Can you grab the hammer for me?” Yoongi asked, still on his knees with the shelf flipped on its
front, the back face up so he could lay out the black cardboard back he needed to nail into place.
He was on the other side of the toolbox and was busy making sure the back was level so Jimin got
to his feet, seeing as he was beside Yoongi and stepped over to the toolbox. He bent over, the
fabric of his jeans tightening and stretching over his muscles as he dug around for a hammer. Jimin
didn’t know much about tools but he could certainly find a damn hammer. He made a noise of
victory when his fingers wrapped around the wooden handle and it pulled it free.

There was a low whistle, something soft and almost hidden under the beat coming through the TV
and then the softest mumble, like Jimin wasn’t even supposed to hear it.

“Angel got back.”

Jimin’s heart lurched into his throat and he snapped up, glancing at Yoongi over his shoulder with
wide eyes. Yoongi’s dark eyes were slightly narrowed staring directly at Jimin’s ass with his hands
sprawled out over the backboard, keeping it in place while he waited for the hammer. Heat flushed
through Jimin’s entire body like a tidal wave and he gripped the hammer with both hands against
his chest.

“What?” It came out as a squeak and Jimin winced, swallowing hard to ease his tight throat.

Yoongi snapped out of his daze and his eyes shifted to meet Jimin’s, the lightest of flushes curling
over his rounded cheeks. “What?”

“Did you just…”

“The hammer?” Yoongi reached out of the tool, eyebrow perked and lips pursed.

Jimin swallowed hard and walked over to him, passing him the hammer with his heart pounding
hard in his chest. Yoongi quickly dropped his gaze once he had his hands on the hammer and then
he started working again, hammering little nails into place all around the edges of the shelf. Jimin
was a little embarrassed but he was also…

He felt good. It wasn’t every day a gorgeous guy like Yoongi blatantly checked out Jimin’s ass and
he couldn’t help but preen a little bit. A smile curled across his lips and he dropped back down on
the floor beside Yoongi. “Sure, I’ll just pretend you weren’t just checking out my ample ass. No
big deal and you can keep pretending I’m not checking you out.”
Yoongi let out a soft sound, like a chuckle and when he glanced back at Jimin, his playful smile
matched Jimin’s. “You know you look good, don’t give me that shit.”

Jimin giggled softly, hiding his smile behind his hand. “Don’t tease me, pretty boy.”

Oh, Jimin really loved the way Yoongi flushed and his lips twitched when Jimin called him that. It
was the biggest open doorway Jimin had ever seen and he was going to run through it without
looking back. He was almost certain Yoongi was flirting back with him and though he didn’t know
if that meant Yoongi was interested, it was a good inkling.

“You look really good today, Yoongi.” Jimin murmured, enjoying the way Yoongi flushed all the
more. The way the loose fabric of his black tee hung over his body as he leaned over the shelf,
arms flexing with each soft knock of the hammer had Jimin’s entire body flushing with heat. He
really was pretty but so much more than that. He seemed like a nice guy so far and he was pretty
interesting from the little tidbits Yoongi was willing to share with him.

“So do you.” Yoongi spoke through his pouty mouth, slightly flushed as he finished off the last
few nails. Before Jimin could let those words sink in, let the reality that Yoongi thought he looked
good swirl around him like a warm welcoming friend, the older sat up suddenly, dropping the
hammer on the floor. “Help me stand it up?”

Jimin hurried to his feet along with Yoongi and they both grabbed one side before lifting and
pulling. The shelf was a little heavy but they managed to get it upright and Jimin made a soft noise.
“Oh, it looks so good.”

“Where do you want it?”

“I’ve got it.” Jimin assured him, giving Yoongi a wink as he curled his hands around the shelf and
lifted it off the floor. He noticed the way Yoongi eyed up his flexing muscles and he was happy to
show off a little bit more as he shuffled over to place the shelf in the empty spot on the right of the
TV set. He wiggled it back and forth before he found the right place and then he stepped back,
looking around to make sure it was in the right spot. “Perfect.”

When Jimin turned back around, Yoongi was already on his knees again, grabbing at the other
pieces of wood and starting up the process of building the second shelf. “Oh, do you want
anything?” Jimin stepped closer to him, smile bright on his lips. “Something to drink? I can go
ahead and order that pizza. It should be here by the time we’re done.”

“Yeah, go ahead and do that.” Yoongi told him. “Now that I know what I’m doing, this second one
will go by faster.”

“What do you like on your pizza?” Jimin skipped over to the coffee table where his phone was
waiting for him. “Any favorite sides?”

Yoongi hummed in thought as he started screwing wooden pieces into place. “What do you like?”

Jimin settled back down on the floor near Yoongi, keeping enough distance between them so
Yoongi could move freely but also so Jimin was close enough when he needed his help. “I don’t
eat pizza as much as I would like to. I diet when I can to keep my body in shape.”

Yoongi crinkled his nose, snapping his eyes up at Jimin with a slightly bewildered look on his face.
“Diet? Why would you need to diet?”

Jimin blinked in surprise. “To stay in shape?”


Yoongi scanned his eyes down Jimin’s body, pausing on his thick thighs and thick biceps before
bouncing back to his face. “Right.”

There was something in his eyes, something that made Jimin’s heart patter and his cheeks to flush.
“A-Anyway, when we get pizza, I usually get a veggie option and a meat one cause Tae loves
meat.”

“I love meat.” Yoongi hummed and it took a second before they both burst into soft laughter and
smiles, the innuendo making both of them amused.

“All the meat?” Jimin questioned, a teasing smile curling to his lips.

Yoongi hummed, shifting on his knees as he screwed another piece into place. “I take one meat at a
time.” Jimin nearly choked on his spit before Yoongi started talking again. “But, I like all kinds on
my pizza. Whatever you want.”

Feeling a little shy but also giddy, Jimin brought up the best local pizza place on his phone and
started placing his order through their app. “They have a deal for sides. What do you like?”

“Get whatever you like, angel. I’m not picky with my food.”

In that second, Jimin’s heart almost felt like he was talking with his boyfriend from the tender way
Yoongi spoke to him. It was jarring but also made him flutter with happiness, fingers moving
across the screen to order some potato cakes and a little bit of chicken. He was feeling pretty
hungry and though he was supposed to be dieting, it was a special night with Yoongi and Jimin was
allowed to have cheat days.

“Okay, order placed. Should be here in thirty. Do you want a soda? Or some water?”

“Water would be good, thanks angel.”

Jimin hurried into the kitchen with his cheeks on fire, nearly collapsing against the counter because
what was even happening? Yoongi was being so soft with him, so sweet and not that Jimin was
complaining but it was throwing him for a loop. Was this a date? Because it suddenly felt very
much like a date but Jimin was too anxious to ask. What if he was reading too much into this? But
how could he read too much into Yoongi calling him ‘angel’ in such a sweet, soft, fond voice? It
was like when Taehyung called him ‘chim’ only way more affectionate.

It took Jimin a few minutes to calm down his racing heart before he grabbed a bottle of cold water
from the fridge for Yoongi. When he entered the living room again, Yoongi was nearly done with
the shelf and he blinked in surprise at how fast the man was able to build. If it had been Jimin and
Taehyung, they would still be trying to figure out what pieces went where.

“Wow.” Jimin breathed out when he came up to Yoongi’s side, offering the bottle to Yoongi’s
awaiting hand. “You’re really good at this.”

“Told you.” Yoongi looked a little proud from the praise and twisted off the cap to down a few
swallows of water.

“I really appreciate this, Yoongi.” Jimin gave him a smile, soft and warm and genuine and
Yoongi’s cheeks flushed a little deeper. He glanced away shyly and placed the bottle of water
down on the floor so he could finish what he was doing.

“It’s no problem really.” Yoongi mumbled and Jimin let it be, not wanting to tease the man too
much.
Yoongi finished up the shelf within the next few minutes and Jimin helped him sit upright just like
before. Then he lifted the shelf to put it in place on the other side of the TV. He adjusted it a few
times to Yoongi’s instructions until it was even and when he stepped back beside the older man, he
was pleased with what he was seeing.

“It looks so good!” Jimin clapped his hands happily and was tempted to hug Yoongi, but kept his
hands to himself. “Tae’s gonna love it.”

Yoongi hummed and shifted around to start cleaning up all his tools and the extra bits of screws
and nails. Jimin brought out the vacuum to clean up the small bits of trash left around and then
Yoongi moved the coffee table back in place. Once they were done, the living room looked back in
place and the shelves looked so nice, even if they were empty.

“Do you have an organizing system?” Yoongi asked as he dropped down in squat in front of the
piles of DVDs in the corner of the living room.

“Um, not really.” Jimin ruffled the hair at the back of his neck. “They’re just stacked now. Do you
organize your movies?”

“Yeah, by genre.” Yoongi started pulling at DVD boxes to look them over and Jimin flushed. “I
can help you fill the shelves till the food gets here.”

“Okay.” Jimin certainly wasn’t going to turn down the man’s offer of help, if it kept Yoongi in his
apartment that much longer. He dropped down beside Yoongi onto the carpet and grabbed a stack
of DVD’s to start going through them. “By genre? That seems like a smart thing to do.”

“Is one shelf yours, the other Taehyung’s?” Yoongi asked, already separating a few of the movies
into piles.

“Not really. Our collection has merged at this point. It’s fine if we mix them.”

“So all these Disney DVD’s are both of yours?” Yoongi asked, a hint of a smile curled to his
mouth as he piled all the Disney movies together into one pile.

Jimin flushed and ducked his head, separating a few of Taehyung’s horror movies into the proper
pile. “No, they’re all mine. The Studio Ghibli's are Tae’s though I love them just as much.”

“Ghibli movies are great.” Yoongi agreed, piling those up in their own pile as well. “I think Kiki’s
might be my favorite.”

Jimin made a noise of excitement. “I love Kiki’s! I really love Spirited Away too. I love movies
like that. That are magical and soft and cute. I love stuff like that.” In many ways, but Yoongi
didn’t need to know that. Yoongi wasn’t soft and pink like most things Jimin liked, he was a little
rougher around the edge but he was still many of things Jimin still liked.

“I take it these horror movies aren’t yours then?” Yoongi asked, adding a few more movies to the
stack Jimin made from Taehyung’s horror movies.

“Oh, hell no.” Jimin laughed softly, adjusting on his ass to get a little bit closer to Yoongi. “Tae
loves horror movies and slasher flicks but they freak me out. I’m not ashamed to admit I can get
the piss scared out of me pretty easily with stuff like that.”

Yoongi let out a chuckle. “I don’t mind horror movies but they usually can’t keep my interest.”

“What movies do you like?”


“Ones that make you think. Ones that get me really involved and keep my attention.”

Their hands brushed together a few times as they piled up the movies in genres but neither of them
seemed to mind too much. It was a nice feeling, just being normal with a guy he could possibly
like. Just sitting there on the floor together, talking about movies and sharing soft brushes of
touches like there was nothing to worry about in the world. Like they were just two normal guys
who could maybe make something out of the connection they were sharing. The small flicker of
hope that appeared in Jimin’s heart was now a blooming flower and each time he glanced at
Yoongi to find that soft blush on his pretty cheeks made the petals spread just a bit farther.

Jimin’s phone went off abruptly, alerting him to the arrival of their food and interrupting Yoongi
telling him about some of his favorite movies. Jimin excused himself, grabbing his phone and
wallet before leaving Yoongi behind alone in his apartment because he trusted the man; why
wouldn’t he? Jimin took the elevator down and when he came to the entrance of the complex, he
saw the delivery man waiting patiently with their food. Jimin popped open the security locked door
and greeted the man with a grin that was returned lightly. He paid for their food, making sure to tip
the man kindly before taking the boxes of pizza and plastic bags from his hands. With that done,
Jimin quickly headed back upstairs.

Yoongi was exactly where he left him only minutes ago, sitting on the floor and stacking up DVDs
onto one of the shelves. He seemed to have a system going and Jimin didn’t want to interrupt him
but he announced the food had arrived before stepping into the kitchen to drop everything off at the
counter. The scent of meat and cheese made his stomach rumble and he hummed happily, shuffling
around the kitchen to grab plates and napkins for them.

“Yoongi?” Jimin called, stepping back toward the living room to find the man still stacking DVDs.
Yoongi glanced over at him when he was called, pausing in what he was doing. “Why don’t you
pick a movie for us to watch?” He knew he sounded hopeful when he spoke but he really wanted
Yoongi to stay as long as possible. “Unless you’ve got something to do after dinner?”

Yoongi looked to be thinking about it for a moment, his expression apprehensive as he glanced at
the apartment door. Jimin’s heart fluttered, hopeful and then Yoongi nodded, that light smile
curling to his lips. “I could stay a while longer.”

“Great!” Jimin couldn’t help but grin, bouncing slightly on his feet. “Pick a movie and pop it in.”
He motioned to the assortment of gaming consoles beneath the TV. “I’ll get the food out here. You
want a soda?”

“Sounds good, angel.”

There was that soft tender way Yoongi had when speaking to him and Jimin’s cheeks flushed
happily. Yoongi turned his attention back to the movies while Jimin slipped back into the kitchen,
unable to keep his giggles to himself. He was just so happy. Things were going so well with him
and Yoongi. He still didn’t know exactly what they were doing but whatever it was, was good.
Great even. Jimin hoped this was the type of thing that could lead to more things.

Jimin gathered all the food in both hands to bring it back into the living room, laying out the boxes
of pizza on the coffee table along with the few boxes of sides that he popped open for them. Then
he laid out the plates and napkins before going back into the kitchen to pour some soda for the two
of them. When he came back out with filled glasses in both hands, Yoongi was squatting in front of
the TV and putting a disc into Taehyung's Xbox.

“You’ve worked hard, come eat, pretty boy.” Jimin settled the glasses on the coffee table as well
and plopped down on the couch, a bright smile on his lips. The flush was expected on Yoongi’s
cheeks and the soft smile made it even more pleasing as Yoongi grabbed one of the controllers and
came to sit down beside Jimin.

“You have a lot of consoles. Yours or Taehyung’s?” Yoongi asked casually as he started up the
Xbox like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Taehyung.” Jimin answered, shifting on the couch to be a little bit closer to Yoongi while he
picked up a plate to put a few slices on it before putting it on the table in front of Yoongi. “He’s a
huge gamer when he has the time. He’s always so busy with his modeling but when he gets days
off in a row I can always find him right here on this couch playing some game.”

“He’s a model?” Yoongi questioned, eyebrows drawn up as he fiddled with the joysticks of the
controller on his thigh.

“Mhm.” Jimin shifted to place two slices on his own plate and then cleaned his hands off with a
napkin. “He travels a lot but he’s home a lot too. Do you play?”

“Yeah. When I have the time.” Yoongi settled back on the couch, eyes flickering between the TV
and Jimin as he started up the movie. “My friend who lives here, His name’s Hoseok, he got me
into some games. Back in Daegu we would play online together. Things like Overwatch and
PUBG. We like shooters a lot but now that I’m here, he shows up to my apartment at all times of
the day just to check on me and drag me into a game with him. Lately, it’s been Mario party.”
Yoongi chuckled softly, clearly amused as he popped one of the small pieces of fried chicken into
his mouth.

“When Taehyung throws parties here, we play Mario party.” Jimin giggled softly, wiggling on the
couch to get comfortable. “I’m not that great at video games? But I try because Taehyung likes
having someone to play with. Maybe he could play with you? He’d probably have more fun with
someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“Yeah. Hoseok and I play often. I can’t say I’m good or anything but I’m alright. Depends on the
game really.”

“Just one of those things you can talk to Taehyung about.” Jimin offered him a grin.

“What about you?” Yoongi placed the controller down on the table, the movie ready to be played
but Jimin wasn’t paying it any attention. Yoongi was much more interesting to watch as the man
grabbed his plate and started to munch slowly on a slice of pizza.

“He got me into a few of those fantasy games.” Jimin mused, sipping his soda. “I mean, dancing is
both my hobby and passion so there’s not much else I do.” He shrugged one shoulder, hoping he
didn’t sound as boring as he thought he was. “So Tae keeps trying to get me into the things that he
likes and they’re fine, I’m just not great at them. Tell me about this friend of yours.”

Yoongi blinked in slight surprise at the change of subject but he went with it easily enough. “Oh,
Hoseok? We’ve been friends for a couple years. Actually met him through my other friend,
Namjoon? Joon and I have been friends for like, a really long time. Since middle school. He’s a
year younger than me, they both are actually. But yeah, Joon lived in Daegu and now he lives here.
We both moved here, actually. Hoseok was fucking ecstatic about it.” His smile was so fond when
he spoke about his friends and it made Jimin smile to see Yoongi so happy like that. It was good he
already had friends in the city who could show him around and things. Though, Jimin wished he
could maybe be someone Yoongi would consider a friend and let show him around.

“Hoseok’s a dancer.” Yoongi continued while they both focused on their food. “Goes to Seoul U
actually.” Yoongi glanced at Jimin just as the blond perked up, mouth too full of food to mention
that was the same school he went to but Yoongi seemed to pick up on that. “You go there?” Jimin
nodded his head. “You know a Jung Hoseok?”

Jimin blinked a few times, wrecking through his brain for the familiar name. He knew a few
Hoseok’s in his dance classes but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint which Hoseok Yoongi might be
referring to. He finally swallowed his mouthful and started speaking again. “I know a few
Hoseok’s really but I’m sure if I saw him, I’d know him.”

Yoongi hummed. “Yeah, he’s hard to miss. You’ll probably meet him at some point. Joon too.”

It was spoken so casually like Yoongi hadn’t just told Jimin he was bound to meet his friends. It
was a big deal to Jimin. It was Yoongi telling him that they were going to keep doing whatever
they were doing to the point of meeting each other's friends. Jimin’s stomach soared at the thought
and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“You’ve already met the extent of my close friends.” Jimin told him, wiggling a little closer to the
older who didn’t seem to mind in the least. “Except Jin-hyung. But Tae and Jungkook are the
people I’m closest to.”

“Is that why they drive you up a wall so much?” Yoongi asked, clearly amused.

“Oh my god, can we not?” He sighed, almost a whine and sunk into the leather couch cushions.
“One of these days I’m just gonna smush their faces together and make them kiss.”

Yoongi snorted. “Would that really help?”

“Probably not but it’d make me feel a hell of a lot better.” He grumbled and shoved another piece
of chicken into his mouth before turning his attention to the TV. “Okay, what are we watching?”

“One of my favorite movies.” Yoongi reached forward to press the play button on the controller
and Jimin’s eyes went slightly wide as the movie stared. “Inception, you seen it?”

“No, It’s Taehyung’s.” Jimin got more comfortable on the couch with his plate of food in his lap.

“Maybe you’ll like it.”

Jimin hummed in agreement and they settled down together to watch the movie while they
finished up their dinner. Halfway through the movie they were done eating, dirty plates stacked on
top of the closed pizza boxes and Jimin made no move to clean up because he was too focused on
the movie. It caught his attention almost immediately and he didn’t even notice when he had
started to lean against Yoongi’s side, eyes wide and focused on the TV.

By the end of the movie, Jimin was using Yoongi’s side as support and the older didn’t seem to
mind in the least.

“The hell was that?” Jimin asked, eyes wide as the credits started to roll and he sat up straighter,
snapping his eyes at Yoongi. “That’s the ending?”

“Mhm.”

“But… it kept spinning.” Jimin gasped, shifting around on the couch to fully face Yoongi. “Was he
dreaming? What happened?! How is that the ending?”

Yoongi started laughing softly, his body shaking with it as he watched Jimin with sparkling eyes.
“Makes you think doesn't it?”

“My brain hurts.” Jimin whined, slumping back against Yoongi’s side, the older man so warm and
solid making Jimin's heart flutter in his throat.

“You’re amusing. We should do this again.”

Jimin’s heart thumped and he glanced up at Yoongi, feeling giddy and eager. “Yeah?”

“Sure.” Yoongi hummed and nodded before shifting away from Jimin to get to his feet. He started
collecting their trash together and Jimin could only watch him with wide eyes because Yoongi was
admitting he wanted to spend time with Jimin again sometime and that was just, wow, that was
great.

Excitement flushed through Jimin and he got to his feet as well, helping Yoongi clean up the mess
they made. They dropped the trash off in the kitchen along with the leftovers and when Jimin
offered for Yoongi to take some home, the man declined. Once the living room was cleaned up,
they went back to finishing up the stacking of DVDs and became lost in conversation about all
kinds of movies.

It was so nice to just talk with Yoongi, Jimin was starting to find out. He was a really easy guy to
talk to. Yoongi was blunt but honest and never said anything with the intent to harm. He was pretty
open, even if there were certain things he obviously didn’t want to talk about and Jimin was
already feeling closer to the man. Yoongi was letting him and that was a huge start compared to the
previous two times they met. Yoongi kept alluding that they would continue to see each other like
this and Jimin clung to that like a leech.

Once the DVDs were all organized and stacked away, it was time for Yoongi to go. Jimin almost
wanted to ask Yoongi to stay but it was nearly eight at night and he didn’t want to take up all of the
man’s time. He helped Yoongi collect all of his things, including the toolbox and then they paused
by the door together, Jimin suddenly feeling rather awkward at having to say goodbye to Yoongi.

“Thanks for dinner, angel. I had a good time.” Yoongi spoke up first after he managed to slip his
shoes back on.

“Thanks for coming by.” Jimin’s lips curled up into a pretty smile that made Yoongi’s mouth
twitch into a soft smile. “Maybe we can do it again? Sometime soon?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement before he seemed to think of something and placed the toolbox on
the floor so he could dig around in his pocket. “Here, give me your number.” Yoongi unlocked his
phone and then offered it to Jimin who took it with slightly shaking hands. “I know we’re across
the hall from each other but this way we can make plans easier.”

“Y-Yeah.” Jimin’s throat was a little tight but he quickly entered his own number in Yoongi’s
phone under the contact name, Angel, feeling a little cheeky with that. But before he gave Yoongi
his phone back, he offered the man his so he could punch in his own number. “Here, give me
yours too.”

Yoongi hummed and took Jimin’s phone to do just that, his eyes twinkling and one corner of his
mouth curled into a smile. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Jimin’s heart squeezed in hope. Was Yoongi going to ask him on a date? Oh fuck. “I-I’ve got class
in the morning and work in the evening but I’m free during the afternoon.”

Yoongi nodded before offering Jimin his phone back and they switched devices. “Wanna have
coffee tomorrow afternoon then?”

“Yes.” The answer was said so quickly it made the both of them blink and Jimin dropped his head
in embarrassment, heat flushing over his cheeks.

“Great.” Yoongi breathed out with a laugh. “I’ll text you.”

Jimin nodded his head and it was as Yoongi was leaning down to pick up his toolbox that Jimin
glanced at his phone to see what the man saved himself as. He was expecting ‘pretty boy’ maybe
like Jimin had done in Yoongi’s phone for himself but instead, he found ‘Yoongi hyung’ and that
made something warm wrap around his heart and squeeze tightly.

“Hyung?” Jimin tried the word out on his lips, glancing up shyly to see Yoongi looking at him with
an unreadable expression.

Yoongi’s dark eyes almost seemed to be sparkling. “Yeah?”

Oh, oh, that was so nice. It was so nice to call Yoongi ‘hyung’ because even if calling him ‘pretty
boy’ was fun and flirty, calling him ‘hyung’ was so much more close and personal. He still hoped
Yoongi kept calling him ‘angel’ though because he would never be able to express how much he
fucking loved that.

Jimin’s lips split into a wide smile before he could help it, wrinkling his eyes and scrunching his
nose. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, angel.” Yoongi’s smile was soft, sweet and he gave Jimin one last nod of his head before
he twisted around to leave the apartment. Jimin followed after him, pausing in his open door to
watch as Yoongi crossed the hallway and popped open his own door. Yoongi paused just before
slipping inside, glancing over his shoulder to give Jimin one more smile, cheeks flushed and teeth
on display before he disappeared inside.

Jimin waited until his door was shut to let out the softest of squeaks, clapping his hands over his
mouth and bouncing up and down on his feet in his own excitement. His entire body felt warm,
flushed, and his heart was hammering in his chest, making it almost hard to breathe. In that
moment, Jimin felt like a teenager all over again with his first crush, so giddy and so happy he
couldn’t contain it. He was glad no one was home to see him toss himself onto the couch and roll
around like a fool, unable to keep his giggling to himself.

He was just so happy. Jimin didn’t get guys like Yoongi interested in him. That wasn’t a thing that
happened to Jimin. He couldn’t say for sure if tomorrow was going to be a date or not but it was
more time with Yoongi and plus, he had the man’s number. He let out another squeak and rolled
over onto his back, clutching his phone in both hands to find Yoongi’s contact information. He
stared at the number, smile straining across his face and he wiggled from side to side.

Hyung. Yoongi wanted Jimin to call him ‘hyung’ and Jimin’s heart burst with happiness, giggles
spilling from his lips as he rolled onto his side, smushing his face into the back of the couch.

The next moment, his phone made a soft noise, alerting him to a new message and he pulled back
to peer at his phone, heart fluttering when he saw Yoongi’s name. He quickly opened the message,
warmth flushing through him like a river and making him feel things he had not felt in a very long
time.

Yoongi-Hyung | hows 2 for you?

Jimin hurried to respond, stating two was just perfect and Yoongi answered just as quickly.
Yoongi-Hyung | great. see you then. have a good night angel

Jimin felt giddy as he sent a message back stating, ‘have a good night pretty boy’.

It wasn’t a date but it was something and Jimin shoved his face into the leather of the couch again,
entire body flushed from how utterly happy he was. He liked Yoongi. Today clearly showed that
and he couldn’t wait to see the man again. He couldn’t wait to spend more time together, couldn’t
wait to share good morning texts with the man and though he didn’t want to get his hopes too high,
he couldn’t help but let hope flutter through him like the wings of a pretty butterfly.

There was something happening between the two of them and Jimin was going to pursue it as long
as Yoongi was open to it. And judging by the way Yoongi flushed softly and smiled sweetly at
him, Jimin was almost convinced Yoongi was more than receptive to his attention.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Summary

Jimin develops a crush, Suga pops back up and Yoongi starts to feel more
comfortable.

Chapter Notes

I honestly appreciate all the love, support and interest this story has received so far.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who needs soft pretty cambaby Yoongi in their life!

Enjoy!

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When Jimin showed up to the cute cafe a few blocks away from their apartment building at nearly
two in the afternoon, he was pleased to see Yoongi already waiting for him. The man was tucked
away in one of the back booths, slumped down in the seat with his hoodie bunched up around his
neck, his black hair slightly messy and his eyes lidded as he sipped on his coffee. He looked cute,
rather adorable really, even if he seemed tired but Jimin beamed from happiness because the
moment Yoongi spotted him, the man’s entire demeanor brightened.

They spent an hour tucked away together, sipping on their coffee which Yoongi insisted on buying
and speaking about how their days had gone so far. It was so simple; so easy, so effortless and yet
it was everything to Jimin. Yoongi was an open book, his face expressive and his lips never
hesitating to split into a smile when Jimin amused him. It was a step in the right direction for them
and when Jimin left, waving goodbye to Yoongi on the street to head off to work, his heartfelt
warm and bubbly.

One coffee date led to two, three, four, until Jimin started to lose count how many times they met
up. It became their thing over the course of the next few weeks. Whenever they had the time, they
would meet up for coffee and curl up in one of the booths to talk for as long as they had the time.
They didn’t talk about anything important, not really, but to Jimin it was the most important
beginning steps of a relationship between them. It was getting to know each other on a more
personal, day to day level and Jimin couldn’t express how happy it made him.

He got to see all different sides of Yoongi over the next few weeks. He saw him happy and
wiggling in the booth across from him, sipping at his coffee and tossing his hands in the air as he
told Jimin about a new project he was excited about. He saw Yoongi slump down in the same
booth, eyes heavy and lips pursed as he mumbled about an asshole bride he was having to deal with
because apparently, his pictures weren’t good enough which was utter bullshit in Jimin’s opinion.
He saw Yoongi share some of his pictures, cheeks and button nose flushed and eyes averted shyly
as Jimin gazed at his beautiful work in awe.

But he saw Yoongi more than just in the cafe.


While the cafe became their way of meeting up while they were both busy about their day, Jimin’s
apartment became a quiet warm place they could escape to when the outside world was too much
to deal with. Particularly after long hard weekdays or during the weekend when neither of them had
better things to do. Jimin’s couch became a solace for them where they would watch movies and
mumble to each other about everything and nothing.

Yoongi wiggled his way into Jimin’s life just like any of his other friends and Jimin couldn’t help
but feel like Yoongi was happy to be a part of his life. Yoongi was the one to always make the first
move, texting Jimin to meet up for coffee or calling to find out if he was home or not so they could
curl up on the couch together. As much effort as Jimin was putting into their relationship, Yoongi
was meeting him halfway, making Jimin feel like Yoongi wanted whatever was between them just
as much as Jimin did.

And Jimin didn’t know what was between them. There were moments where he was certain they
were more than friends. Moments where he was almost sure Yoongi was going to kiss him, like
late one Saturday night where they were alone together on Jimin’s couch because Taehyung was
out with Seokjin once again. It was a normal night with some movie playing in the background
while Jimin rambled on about the song he was choreographing for a school project. Yoongi
offhandedly mentioned that, maybe, if Jimin was interested, he could make him a song to
choreograph someday and Jimin had nearly squeaked in happiness.

Affection was something easily given for Jimin and Yoongi was never opposed to his touching.
Jimin never lingered long but he enjoyed giving Yoongi quick hugs or touching his arm or thigh
when he had the chance. It was a habit of his with all of his friends but there was something
different about it with Yoongi because the man always seemed to blush lightly whenever Jimin
touched him.

So when Jimin nuzzled into Yoongi’s shoulder in his own happiness for the offer he didn’t think
twice about it. But when he lifted his head, finding their faces only a few inches apart, his breath
caught in his throat from the way Yoongi was looking at him. The man’s eyes were narrowed,
sharp, but bright and sparkling, his lips parted slightly and his cheeks flushed that pretty color.
When Yoongi’s eyes glanced down at Jimin’s mouth he was almost certain the man was going to
kiss him right then and there, almost prayed for it but it didn’t happen. Yoongi swallowed hard,
cleared his throat and dropped his gaze shyly, mumbling to change the subject.

It wasn’t that Yoongi was giving Jimin mixed signals but more that Jimin couldn’t read whatever
signals Yoongi was sending him. Sometimes it was easy between them, like at the cafe or when
they went shopping together. Jimin could throw his arm over Yoongi’s shoulder and have the man
lean into his side like it was nothing at all, bright smiles on their faces and laughter shared between
them. And then, when they were at home alone, Yoongi would flush when Jimin got closer and
turn a little shy even when they had been much closer earlier in the day out in public. It was a
strange thing, something Jimin couldn’t figure out but he did his best to not think too hard about it.

Plus, there was the flirting. Becoming closer didn’t stop the flirting between them. It might have
softened but there were many times when Jimin made it a bit clear what he wanted from Yoongi
and the man always had something witty to reply with. Maybe it was a game they were playing,
Yoongi wanted to see who would crack first and though it was pretty fun, Jimin wasn’t exactly
sure what to do.

He flirted with his friends all the time. It was a thing he was well known for but with Yoongi, it
was different. Everything was different with Yoongi and the only thing Jimin could do was go with
the flow. He didn’t know if Yoongi was into him, hell he didn’t know if Yoongi was even into
men and that was something he needed to find out before he got way too deep into whatever they
were doing. If it was friendship, that was fine. But Jimin needed to know that before his heart
much too attached.

And then Yoongi had to introduce all two of his friends to Jimin making Jimin all the more
confused about what was happening between them because it almost seemed like he was meeting
his boyfriend’s parents.

Kim Namjoon was a rather nice man. He was tall, handsome, well dressed and soft-spoken. He
shook Jimin’s hand when they met along with the customary bow and he smiled with cute little
dimples in his cheeks. But, he stuck by Yoongi’s side, hand resting softly on the small of his back
like it belonged there and at first, Jimin thought he was possibly meeting Yoongi’s boyfriend.
They sure looked like it with the way they leaned into one another and flowed together so well.
But Yoongi assured they were just the closest of friends when Jimin gave him a questioning look
and when Namjoon mentioned he had a girlfriend, it made Jimin relax slightly.

Namjoon was obviously very protective of Yoongi and that made Jimin curious. What reasons did
he have to be so protective? Yoongi could very well take care of himself and it made him wonder
how badly the older man had been hurt in the past. Namjoon asked all kinds of questions like he
was trying to make sure Jimin was someone he could trust with Yoongi’s wellbeing. By the end of
their meeting, in the same cafe Yoongi and Jimin called their own, Jimin was left a little reeling by
the encounter. Yoongi assured him Namjoon was always like that with new people and Jimin
could only hope he ended up on the man’s good side because even if he seemed kind, he still
looked like he could straight up kick Jimin’s ass if need be.

Jung Hoseok turned out to be someone Jimin did actually know. He was an upperclassman that
Jimin saw in passing at a few of his dance practices. They didn’t actually have any classes together
but they had practiced in the same room a few times so they were both a little shocked to see one
another when Jimin stepped into the cafe to meet up with Yoongi. They had never spoken before
so Jimin was nervous to meet the man Yoongi called ‘sunshine incarnate’ and who obviously
meant a lot to him.

Hoseok was warm and kind, full of happy smiles and bubbly laughter. He didn’t seem nearly as
protective of Yoongi as Namjoon had been and he even seemed excited that Yoongi was finally
making new friends outside of their small group of three. Hoseok was easy to talk to and Jimin
found himself falling into conversation with the man effortlessly about dance while Yoongi
listened on, a fond smile on his face.

Meeting each other's friends was another step in their relationship that only seemed to bring them
closer. Now Yoongi could talk about his friends and Jimin knew exactly who he was talking about
without having to imagine a personality and face. And Jimin was just relieved that Yoongi got
along well with Taehyung. He knew his best friend could be a handful and a little strange to people
who didn’t understand him but Yoongi wasn’t bothered in the least. He really seemed to enjoy
Taehyung’s company when the man was around to share their movie nights and didn’t even care
when Taehyung had the habit of sprawling his body all over the two of them to get comfortable.

There was even a night where Yoongi comforted Taehyung about Jungkook because apparently
Jungkook could respond to Yoongi’s texts but he really didn’t know what a phone was when it
came to Taehyung. Yoongi couldn’t say what was going through Jungkook’s mind but he seemed
to understand that sometimes things were just difficult to talk about and maybe if Taehyung
brought the subject up first, it would be easier on Jungkook. The kid was shy, according to Yoongi
which wasn’t something either of them had considered before. They had known Jungkook for so
long that they had almost forgotten how shy he was the first time they met.
It meant so much to Jimin that Yoongi got along with his friends. It was just another thing that
brought them closer and even if Jimin didn’t really know what they were doing, he was just glad
they were doing it. Yoongi could have very well fucked off and never spoken to Jimin again after
their second meeting but instead, he held out a hand of possible friendship and Jimin clung to it like
a lifeline.

Yoongi became an essential part of Jimin’s daily life over the course of six weeks and Jimin
couldn’t find a reason to complain. Even if he wasn’t sure what they were, even if he didn’t know
if he was the only one feeling the things he was, he couldn’t help but be happy that someone like
Yoongi was now in his life, living across the hall and constantly reminding him that he was worth
the time.

It was a normal Wednesday night in their apartment. Jimin was curled up in one corner of the
couch as he scrolled through Twitter on his phone, uncaring for the music show flickering across
the TV in front of him. He could hear Taehyung singing along to the girl group song in the kitchen
as he prepared a snack for the two of them and the atmosphere in the apartment was soft, quiet and
relaxing.

Jimin was in a decent enough mood. His classes went fine, he finished up the one paper that was
due Friday and he weaseled his way out of work thanks to a coworking wanting to pick up extra
hours and Jimin was more than willing to offer up his night. He was able to just chill out on the
couch for the rest of the night with his best friend which was something he really needed. He was
starting to stress out over his upcoming choreography project and though he probably should have
used his extra time to practice, Taehyung had been insistent that they watch movies together. He
couldn’t say no to his best friend when he pulled out the wide brown puppy eyes and pouty lips and
so, there Jimin was, sitting on the couch and waiting for Taehyung to get himself ready.

It was nearing seven at night and in his own boredom, Jimin went back to his messages with
Yoongi from that day. He scrolled through them before bouncing back to the bottom and a soft
smile curled to his lips at the thought of the man. Their messages were rather pointless, really, just
a way to keep in touch but they still made Jimin feel all warm and squishy inside. He really
enjoyed talking to Yoongi even through text because neither of them ever ran out of stuff to say and
Jimin would be texting Yoongi right now if the man hadn’t told him he would be busy in the studio
for the rest of the night. Jimin didn’t want to bother him so he left their messages as they were and
flicked back to his twitter feed. There wasn’t anything that really caught his attention so he locked
his phone and dropped it in his lap, letting out a soft sigh and running a hand through his hair.

“What are we watching again?” Jimin called into the kitchen, dropping his head back against the
couch in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his friend shuffling about.

“I wanted to watch that new Saw movie!” Taehyung called back out, a hint of amusement in his
voice and Jimin’s eyes narrowed. He sat up straight and twisted around on the black leather to peer
at Taehyung.

“Nope. Not fucking doing that.”

“Aw!” Taehyung’s paused as he was pulling popcorn free from the microwave and twisted around
to level Jimin with another one of his puppy-eyed pouts. “Come on Chim! They’re not even scary!”

Jimin grimaced and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing slightly. “They’re bloody and gross
and I hate them.”

Taehyung made a loud whining sound as he turned around to continue what he was doing. “I guess
Train To Busan is out then too.”

Jimin gasped in alarm and tossed an accusing finger at Taehyung. “Damn right it is! I’m not
watching that again, are you insane? Do you want me to sob like a baby? Do you want to see me
suffer, Tae?”

“I figured you hated it for the zombies.” Taehyung was laughing, a soft sound under his breath and
Jimin wanted to smack him.

“That too. But it broke my heart, Tae. I don’t like stuff like that. Can we watch something happy ?”
He knew he was whining but he didn’t care since it was only Taehyung. The man was used to his
whining.

“Alright, you pick something.”

A rush of happiness flooded Jimin and he hopped up from the couch to skip over to one of their
new DVD shelves. Every time he looked at these shelves he couldn’t help but think about Yoongi
and the day they spent building them. Jimin spent so much time with Yoongi now but back then,
he hadn’t known how their relationship was going to go. He didn’t know it was going to be the
start of something beautiful between them.

Jimin let his eyes scan over their large selection of movies the two of them had managed to collect
over the years and he lingered over a few Disney movies. He felt like watching something light and
heartwarming to keep him in a relatively good mood. His fingertips brushed over a few boxes
before he finally settled on Taehyung’s favorite Ghibli movie and popped it into the Xbox.

“What are we watching?” Taehyung asked with a mouthful of popcorn as he plopped onto the
couch with the bowl in his lap.

“Spirited Away.” Jimin answered as he dropped down beside Taehyung in the middle of the couch
and stole a handful of popcorn for himself. “I want something soft and sweet.”

Taehyung perked up, his eyes sparkling and the corners of his lips curling up into one of his pretty
smiles. “You sure like your soft and sweet things, don’t you chim?”

Jimin rolled his eyes at the innuendo and pressed himself up against Taehyung’s side. The taller
got the message loud and clear and wrapped his arm around his shoulders to tuck him in close.
“I’m in a good mood, don’t ruin it.”

Taehyung snickered under his breath but said nothing more about it as he grabbed the controller
and started up the movie. Truthfully, it was one of Jimin’s favorites and he never got tired of
watching it. He always loved the magical atmosphere of Ghibli movies and how they always left
him with a hopeful but somewhat bittersweet feeling. There were lessons to be learned hidden in
the magic and he just enjoyed watching the animation and connecting deeply with the characters.

Spirited Away was one of those movies where Jimin connected deeply with the main character.
She may have just been a little girl but at one point in time, Jimin had been just like her at the
beginning of the movie. But life lessons were taught and they grew into better, more mature
people. Jimin always wondered if Chihiro ever saw Haku again and he liked to think she did.

By the end of the movie, all the popcorn was gone and Jimin was snuggled so tightly into
Taehyung’s side that his back was starting to ache from the position. They were curled into one
corner of the couch together as they were prone to do when watching movies because there was
nothing better than cuddles with movies.
When the credits started to roll and pretty music started playing, Jimin finally detached himself
from his best friend so he could sit up straight and stretch his arms above his head.

“Wah, I love that movie.” Taehyung breathed out as he got to his feet, stretching his body and
brushing popcorn crumbles off his clothes.

Jimin hummed his agreement. “It’s bittersweet, you know? I like to think she saw him again.”

“There’s a chunk of fanfiction out there for you to read about it.” Taehyung mused, his lips
twitched up into a smile as he grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and shuffled into the kitchen.

Jimin crinkled his nose as he shifted to the other side of the couch and picked up his phone. “I’m
good I think.”

“Don’t hate on the fanfic, chim! That’s the good shit!”

Jimin snorted at his friend’s words, rolling his eyes in his amusement as he unlocked his phone and
checked his messages. He had noticed the phone going off a few times during the movie but he had
been too comfortable to worry about getting his phone. Now he had the time to check and his heart
fluttered when he saw Yoongi’s messages.

Pretty Hyung | remind me again why the fuck i decided tonight was a good night to do this

Pretty Hyung | i’m taking a break. how’s movie night with taehyung?

Those messages were sent less than forty minutes ago and so Jimin hurried to respond, a smile
curled to his lips and a warmth in his chest. He wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi had gone back to
work in the meantime but Jimin felt so good that Yoongi thought to check on him during a break. It
made Jimin think he must have been on the man’s mind and wow what a feeling that was. They
were friends, yes, but Jimin was almost certain there was something a little more happening
between them and one of these days he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Well don’t you look oh so cute all flushed and happy like that.” Taehyung sounded amused but
also rather pleased as he came around the side of the couch, his eyes sparkling and his lips curled
into one of those boxy grins of his. “Let me guess. Yoongi-hyung?”

Jimin stuck his tongue out at his friend and held his phone closer to his body, slightly hoping
Yoongi would text him back soon. “Leave me alone.”

“Aw! You’re so cute!” Jimin was expecting it when Taehyung tossed himself at him but he didn’t
have enough time to scramble away before a lanky body was pinning him down into the cushions.
He nearly lost his phone in the struggle, twisting and writhing against Taehyung in an attempt to
get himself free but Taehyung’s arms were strong around his shoulders and his head hard as it
nuzzled into his cheek. He couldn’t help but giggle, the sound bursting forth from his chest.

“Oh my god, Tae, get off.” He giggled as he spoke, shoving at his friend’s shoulders only to make
the man hug him tighter.

“No, you’re so cute like this chim!” Taehyung nuzzled their cheeks together until Jimin was certain
the plump skin was red and raw.

“Stop~.” Jimin drew the word out between laughter and let out a squeak when they both ended up
tumbling to the floor because of Taehyung’s enthusiasm. They both burst into more laughter until
they were breathless, lying on their backs and staring up at the ceiling. There was a moment where
they just breathed, Jimin’s eyes closed as he took in the warmth in the air around them.
“I’m glad he makes you happy.” Taehyung’s voice was soft in the quiet room, his long fingers
curling gently around Jimin’s to give them a squeeze.

When Jimin opened his eyes and turned his head to the side, he saw Taehyung watching him with
sparkling eyes and the softest fond expression. His friend was obviously very sincere in his words
and Jimin couldn’t help but smile, giving Taehyung’s hand a squeeze in return.

“Thanks, Tae.”

“I was thinking about having a party.” Taehyung ventured carefully, glancing at Jimin from the
corner of his eyes. He looked pretty laying there, his orange hair falling over his brow.

“Yeah?”

“This weekend maybe. You could invite Yoongi-hyung and his friends?”

Jimin hummed and shifted his eyes to the ceiling. “Any particular reason why you want to have a
party?”

“Been a while.” Taehyung mumbled but Jimin knew the real reason. It all centered around
Jungkook but Jimin didn’t push it because he could tell by the look in Taehyung’s eyes that the
man didn’t want to talk about it right now.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. I’ll ask hyung. You’ll invite Jin-hyung, right?” Taehyung had parties
rather often but it had really been a while.

“Mhm. I was thinking it would just be us, you know? The normal group and then your hyung and
his friends.”

Jimin snorted, flushing all the way to his hairline. “My hyung. He’s your hyung too.”

Taehyung’s lips twitched up into a playful smirk. “Uh-huh. Sure. So we on or what?”

Jimin rolled his eyes and shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll ask hyung. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Great.”

They shared another moment of soft quiet before Taehyung lurched forward and planted a sloppy
kiss on Jimin’s cheek. The blond let out a squeak of protest and rolled over onto his side, rubbing
the wetness from his cheek as Taehyung cackled.

“Gross!” Jimin protested, making a disgusted face as he sat up and leveled Taehyung with a playful
glare.

“You love my kisses.” Taehyung gave him a wink as he got to his feet and straightened out his
loose clothing. “Gotta piss, be right back.” He sauntered out of the living room, leaving Jimin
unable to hold in a soft bubble of laughter because it was just too much. He really loved Taehyung.
The man had a way of making him happy and keeping him that way, even when he was already in
a good mood.

Jimin found his poor phone on the floor but it was unharmed and he crawled back onto the couch
so he could check to see if Yoongi messaged him back. He was slightly disappointed to see he
hadn’t but he knew the man was busy and so he didn’t bother to send more messages. Instead, he
took the time to check all his other things. He had a few emails to go through while he waited for
Taehyung to come back and they started the next movie.
The world tilted to a stop when Jimin opened up his email app and saw a fresh new message from
Suga’s Candyland. He wasn’t expecting it. He paused, fingers hovering over the screen as he stared
at the bolded message, right at the top of his inbox, sent less than an hour ago. His heart hiccuped
in his throat and he blinked a few times.

He had not forgotten about Suga by any means. He had just been a little preoccupied with life, and
Yoongi, and he knew the boy was taking a break for a while considering he had moved. That was
almost a month ago and excitement flushed through Jimin like a burning river. He quickly clicked
the email and opened it up, eager to see what was waiting for him.

Subject: Life Update

MochiChim,

Hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Missed me too much? I certainly hope not too much. I
apologize for taking so long to check in but I’ve finally settled down in my new place and I
thought it best to let my loyal members know how I’m doing. Please don’t worry about me, I
am doing just fine. I’m safe and comfortable, I promise.

I truly appreciate all the support I’ve received from all of you and though I don’t think I
have enough words to express how much each and every one of you means to me, I thought it
was time to do a little something in return. My setup isn’t complete and so I don’t know when
I’ll be able to stream again but I’m hoping for sometime next month. Please look forward to
that!

Until then, I hope you enjoy these treats.

Sweetly yours, Suga

Jimin knew it was a mass email, something he had received plenty of times before but it still felt so
nice that Suga really seemed to care about his supporters so much. Jimin wanted the boy to take all
the time he needed to settle down in his new place and so he hadn’t been expecting anything from
him for a while. And yet, there it was. An image attachment that Jimin was shaking to click on. He
didn’t know what it was and he didn’t know what to expect and that was thrilling.

Swallowing hard, Jimin glanced around the living room to find Taehyung still in the bathroom and
so he quickly pulled his phone closer to his face and clicked on the attachment, downloading it on
his phone with all the rest of Suga’s special photos. They were tucked away in a special locked
folder in his phone that no one had access too because he couldn’t bear the thought of someone
seeing them by accident. Like Yoongi, oh god, he would die of embarrassment if Yoongi ever saw
them.

It took a moment for the photos to download and Jimin waited anxiously, his heart pulsing in his
throat and his fingers shaking. Warmth was already flowing him through him from the anticipation
of what he was about to see and he couldn’t wait.

Finally, the download finished and he hurried to find the special folder he had to unlock with a
password. He scrolled down to the bottom of the folder, past all the other filthy photos he had to
find the new ones and as soon as he did, the breath knocked out of him like he had been punched in
the stomach.

Usually, when Suga took solo pictures for special email occasions for his most loyal members, he
didn’t show anything from the shoulders up and this case was no different. Jimin always assumed
it was easier for him that way. He didn’t have to worry about hiding his face or making sure his
hair and makeup were perfect. Sometimes they got almost professionally shot full body pictures
and Jimin savored those.

But today, he received the most beautiful shots yet. They weren’t professional but they were very
high quality and it was obvious Suga had set the camera on his bed in front of him and just went to
town. The pink sheets under his pale skin were familiar and it looked like he was sitting against the
wall considering there was nothing else available to see. But the bed and the wall were the last
things Jimin really cared about.

In the first picture that Jimin clicked on to bring full screen, Suga was wearing a rather pretty
oversized forest green sweater that hung attractively from his form, covering the plush pale skin of
his thighs where he sat with his legs in a W shape. His pretty hands were almost completely
covered by the sleeves where they were curled against the mattress between his spread knees and
his legs were covered in sheer black stockings. The photo only showed him from the collarbone
down but the sweater dipped so temptingly, showing Jimin prominent collarbones that he wanted
to put his mouth on.

When he clicked on the next picture, he was able to see what Suga was hiding beneath his pretty
little sweater. His knees were spread more open this time, his sweater pawed hands curled against
his thighs and the pretty lace pink panties on full display. The contrast of his pink panties and black
stocking was rather pleasing to the eye and Jimin’s throat went tight. The top of the stocking came
up mid-thigh in a pretty floral lace pattern and dimpled the plump flesh so perfectly it made Jimin’s
mouth water. Truly, he had never seen something as beautiful as Suga.

The next picture was the same position but this time, Suga had his pretty little cock out for all to
see. He was still wearing the panties but he had pulled his soft cock out from the soft fabric to hold
between his pretty sweater pawed fingers. It was so nice it made Jimin groan out, tipping his head
back for a second to gain control over the pulses of heat going through his body before he brought
his attention back to his phone.

Jimin wasn’t expecting the next picture to actually be a gif but he was far from complaining.

Suga was still in the same position but now his pretty fingers were stroking his cock to life and
Jimin watched intently as the length started to harden and flush with color. It was such a gorgeous
thing to witness the way those pretty pale fingers stroked through the green fabric to bring his little
cock to full hardness, making it grow in size and thickness. Jimin truly loved that cock, wanted
nothing more than to press his mouth to it in that very moment and he desperately wished he could.
He had to put his phone down when the gif ended with Suga toying with the tip of his hard cock
between his fingers and ran a hand over his face.

His breath came in soft hard pants and as much as he thought he should stop looking before
Taehyung came back, or go hide away in his room, he couldn’t bring himself to do either. He
picked up his phone, watched the gif one more time and then swiped to the next picture.

Suga changed positions, settling down on his ass with his legs bent on either side of him and both
hands wrapped around his pretty cock. The flushed tip could be seen peeking through his fingers
and the fabric of his sweater and it took Jimin a moment to realize the panties were gone. He saw
the boy’s pretty little sack pillowed against the mattress and he bit his lip to hold back a whimper.
He just wanted to kiss the boy all over, was that too much to ask?

The next picture bore the same position only this time, Suga was leaning further back, resting
against the wall to show off his pretty pink hole. Jimin recognized a used hole when he saw one
and he almost wished Suga had shown them that. He loved watching the way the boy’s body
twitched when he fucked himself just right but Jimin was more than happy to settle with what he
got. He felt lucky really, to see these parts of Suga in the first place.

The next was a gif that made Jimin want to groan. Suga had closed his legs, trapping his cock and
sack beneath his plush thighs and giving Jimin quite the fucking show. His long fingers were
wrapped around the length, tugging and pulling and honestly, it was almost too much for Jimin.
His cock was so flushed with color that Jimin knew the boy had to have been stroking it for a long
time, probably waiting to get the perfect shot and that was what made Jimin drop his head onto the
back of the couch and drop his phone in his lap.

There were still two more pictures to see and Jimin wasn’t sure he could handle it. His stomach
was already pulsing with heat and his cock twitching with interest and there wasn't much he could
do about that. He had accepted long ago how weak he was for Suga’s beautiful body and pretty
cock so it was no surprise that he was abruptly so damn turned on just by seeing the boy stroke his
cock for a little while in those cute fucking sweater paws.

“I’d ask,” Jimin lurched at Taehyung’s voice and snapped his head up to find the man leaning
against the wall at the mouth of the hallway with a knowing smirk on his lips, “If it was Yoongi-
hyung again but I’m not sure I want to know you two are sexting.”

“I-It’s not!” Jimin sat up quickly and hugged his phone close to his chest, knowing his cheeks were
flushed and he probably looked a little dazed. “It’s not hyung.”

Taehyung nodded, his eyes still twinkling with mischief as he sauntered into the living room.
“Good cause I think it’s too early for the sexting stage for you two.”

“Oh my god.” Jimin buried his face in one of his hands, embarrassment flushing through his body
but unable to overcome the prominent want already there. “We’re not like that! I’ve told you
countless times.”

“Mhm.” Taehyung hummed, settled down on the couch beside him and reaching out to pet through
his hair soothingly though all it did was spark more heat through his body. “And the way he looks
at you is just cause he actually wants to eat your flesh like a zombie and not cause he wants to
smash your faces together.”

“Shut up.” Jimin whined, shoving at Taehyung’s shoulder with his free hand. “It’s not like that.”

“Uh-huh and Jungkookie will actually text me back one of these days. I’m not a fool, Chim.”
Taehyung didn’t even sound bitter when he spoke, just a little sad.

“Tae…” When Jimin glanced up at his friend, the orange hair man was smiling at him, all soft and
pretty and tender like he did when they both knew Jimin was being ridiculous.

“I know, I know.” Taehyung relented and leaned closer to give Jimin’s cheek a soft dry kiss. “If it’s
not hyung than I can only assume you got a surprise from that other pretty boy of yours.”

“He’s not mine.” Jimin sighed and leaned into Taehyung side, the other letting his hand settle at
the back of Jimin’s neck as he lifted his phone to show off his new collection because Taehyung
also liked those kinds of things and could appreciate a boy like Suga. “But yeah he sent out an
update email to let us know he’s settled in well at his new place and added some treats for us.”

“Ooooh.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Jimin snort as he brought up the
second picture and showed it off to his friend. Taehyung whistled and his eyes went a little wide.
“Oh, pretty.” He leaned in closer to get a better look. “Those sweater paws are really working for
him. Is he always this cute?”

Jimin hummed. “Yeah. He’s like a good mix of cute and sexy pretty much all the time. He ruins
me, Tae.” He breathed out and locked his phone, tossing it gently onto the coffee table to he could
run both hands over his flushed face.

“I can see that.” Taehyung chuckled and brushed a few strands of blond hair away from Jimin’s
forehead before giving his ear a soft tweak. “Why don’t we call it a night, hm?”

Jimin knew what his friend was suggesting. He knew that Taehyung knew as soon as he closed his
bedroom door he was going to have a hand on his own cock but, there was nothing awkward about
that. They had walked in on each other doing things like that one too many times to feel shame
about it.

So Jimin perked up and leveled Taehyung with a happy smile. “You’re the best, Tae.” He quickly
gave his friend a tight hug around the shoulders and then got to his feet, snatching up his phone
from the coffee table.

“Have fun~! But not too much or you’ll chafe!” Taehyung called after him, snickering to himself as
Jimin left down the hallway, waving a hand over his shoulder at him.

Jimin locked the bedroom door behind himself just in case as he chuckled to himself from
Taehyung’s amusing antics. It was nice to have a friend who was so caring and understanding and
could always make him smile no matter what. Jimin never thought he would find someone he was
so comfortable with enough to even show Suga off to and yet there was Taehyung and Jimin would
never let a friendship like that go. Now if only he could convince Jungkook to get off his ass and
make his friend happy. Yoongi was working on it on his end with Jungkook but Jimin wasn’t sure
how successful the man would be. At least he was trying.

Now was not the time to think about Taehyung and Jungkook’s mess of a relationship and so Jimin
pushed those thoughts to the side as he shoved the sweatpants off his hips and kicked them away.
He pushed off his briefs too because they would only be in the way and he hissed at the way his
half hard cock bounced against his skin. He had calmed down slightly thanks to Taehyung’s
appearance but he knew all it would take was looking at that set one more time and he would be
good to go. He tugged off his t-shirt as well because why not before he spread out over his soft
dark blue sheets.

Jimin wiggled around until he was comfortable with his head on the pillow and a hand wrapped
around the base of his cock. Heat flushed through him at the touch and he breathed out contently as
he fiddled with his phone in his other hand so he could hold it properly without dropping it on his
face. Slowly he stroked himself to full hardness in a lazy manner, feeling no need to rush his way
through this because he had nowhere to be and no one waiting for him and so he could take his
time.

His golden skin started to prickle from the feeling of pleasure floating through his cock but also
from the cold hair of his bedroom. It would warm up soon enough so he didn’t care enough to tuck
himself under the blankets because he would only make a mess if he did. It took him a few minutes
to find the right way to hold his phone and then he brought the pictures back up so he could go
through them again.

They were just as gorgeous and arousing a second time around and Jimin found his grip tighten
around his length to bring it to full hardness. He felt his cheeks flush from arousal and his entire
body pulsed with it, waves of heat starting to flow over him like the bright rays of the sun. His
heart rate picked up and his eyes went a little more lidded as he tried to take in every detail the
high-quality pictures and gifs had to offer him.

He took in the way Suga’s cock fit between his long fingers, the way he squeezed and the way his
stomach hitched each time he squeezed just right. He noticed the way those stockings dimpled his
plush thighs and stretched over his bony knees and equally bony ankles. Even his feet were cute,
pressed hard into the mattress and rustling the sheets so he could almost thrust up into his own
hand.

Once heat was pulsing through Jimin’s entire cock he breathed out a soft moan and swiped through
his phone to find the two pictures he didn’t get to see before Taehyung showed up. He had to pause
when he saw the first one, closing his eyes tightly to groan out and clutch the base of his cock
tightly between his fist. The burn of pleasure was almost too much and he wanted to drag this out
for a little bit longer.

After a moment of soft breathing and calming himself down, Jimin opened his eyes again to take in
the masterpiece on his phone. Suga had spread his legs much wider this time, his back arched
against the wall and part of his pale creamy throat on display. The sweater was curled up against
his soft stomach so everything was on display and he was almost presenting himself again like he
was begging for Jimin to suck his pretty cock into his mouth. From this angle, with the way he was
leaning back and with how his legs were spread, Jimin had a good view of his fluttering pink
entrance.

Suga had both hands wrapped around his cock in this picture and Jimin had never been so attracted
to fingers before in his entire life. He wanted to suck them into his mouth, toy with them between
his tongue and take them in deep. There were many things about Suga he wanted to put his mouth
on and he let out a soft breath of air because he couldn’t hold it all in. He didn’t want to be loud,
didn’t want to bother Taehyung but he almost couldn’t help himself. The pleasure was so nice,
flowing over him and he was feeling too many things all at once to handle it properly.

Honestly, how did a beautiful creature like Suga even exist? He knew exactly what he was doing
and exactly how to drive guys like Jimin crazy. Everything was calculated to make him look the
absolute best but part of Jimin wanted to see Suga when he wasn’t at his best. He wanted to see the
boy completely wrecked beneath him, his lithe body trembling from pleasure and heaving from
breaths.

It was as he was rubbing his thumb over his phone screen to get to the last picture that a very
strange and abrupt thought crossed his mind. He didn’t know what Suga’s face looked like. He
knew the boy had small dark eyes that were always outlined in black making them look larger and
more pretty. He knew he had long dark lashes and rounded cheeks and a sharp jaw and a heavy
brow beneath fairy floss pink hair but none of that really combined into an actual face for him.

And then, he thought of Yoongi’s face. He thought of the man’s fluffy dark hair that fell over his
brow, of his small sharp dark eyes and his equally sharp jawline. He thought of his pale skin and
delicious collarbones and suddenly, Suga had a face in Jimin’s mind and he choked on his own
pleasure at the thought.

Suga wasn’t Yoongi, Jimin knew that but fuck did they fit. Yoongi had pretty fingers like that, his
knuckles knobby and his veins prominent under the skin. He was thin like Suga and his skin just as
pale. He had small dark cat-like eyes and a thin lithe body but as far as Jimin could tell, that was all
they had in common. A flush of shame washed over him when he realized he was thinking about
Yoongi in such a filthy way. Thoughts like that about the older man had yet to even cross his mind
because even if Jimin liked the man he was more interested in pressing their soft mouths together
than worrying about anything sexual between them.
But now that the thought was there, it was seemingly impossible to brush away. He could imagine
it easily. He could see a pretty face like Yoongi’s matching the pretty body on his phone screen
and he whimpered from how hard he suddenly squeezed his own cock. The rush of arousal made
him whimper and easily roll over onto his stomach because he couldn’t lay still anymore. He
shoved his pillow away until it was on the other side of the bed and he leaned up on his elbows. He
laid his phone out flat against the mattress so he could use it if need be and it was rather easy for
him to spread his thighs slightly, hook his knees into the mattress and shove his cock against the
fabric.

A shiver ran all the way through his body and he moaned out, biting his lower lip quickly to hold
back and clutched at the sheets tightly. Oh, that was too much. That felt much too good and it had
been so long since Jimin last humped something until he came. The mattress was firm against his
throbbing cock and the blue comforter so soft and slick. He was going to make a mess by doing
this but he actually didn’t currently care. Taehyung wouldn’t question him if he suddenly needed to
wash his sheets. His best friend would give him a knowing look with wiggling eyebrows and a
smirk but he wouldn’t say much which was fine with Jimin.

Jimin’s plump lips popped when he finally released them and he opened his eyes a sliver to bring
his phone back to life and see the final picture. It was a gif again and Jimin clenched his teeth
tightly, stilling against the mattress so he could give the moving picture his full attention.

Suga was in the same position as the previous picture, his thighs spread so wide the top of the
stocking was digging into his soft flesh and his entire groin was on display, including his used pink
hole. He had one sweater paw hand wrapped around his cock while the other was toying carefully
with his pink hole, rubbing over the flesh a few times but never penetrating. Jimin’s eyes locked on
the way Suga was stroking himself, on the way his fingers curled around the tip to squeeze and
then slide back down, spreading slick precum with it.

Jimin watched, heart thundering, mouth wet and body flushed, as Suga stroked himself to
completion. He watched the way the boy’s entire body twitched from pleasure and the way his
thighs strained from being so wide open. He watched the way his pink hole fluttered and clenched
and the way his fingers stilled at the tip of his cock when he finally started to come.

It was a beautiful sight really. His cock twitched and throbbed in his pretty fingers and he came to a
stop just to watch as the liquid burst free, pooling down the length and all over his fingers and
sweater. His body was heaving with breath, his fingers sticky and his cock flushed so nicely. And
then the gif ended, looping back around to the beginning and Jimin groaned, shoving his phone
away so he could press his face into the mattress.

He didn’t need any more stimulation than that. He had the sight of Suga’s cock fresh in his mind
when he closed his eyes and he gripped onto the sheets tightly as he started to roll his hips into
tight little circles. Pleasure crashed through him like tiny little prickling spikes and he found
himself panting against the mattress as he moved. His thighs and biceps strained from the effort it
took to pull himself up and down the mattress as he rolled his hips but it felt too fucking good for
him to care.

Maybe he should have felt ashamed that Yoongi’s face was the one that came to mind but he
wasn’t even that surprised. He liked Yoongi. He was already developing feelings for the man and
so it only made sense that he would think about him at that moment. He would never tell Yoongi
such a thing but it was his own little secret and no one else had to know.

Jimin thought of Suga’s pretty hands and how they might feel wrapped around his cock or stuffed
into his mouth and he whimpered, his mouth falling open so he could moan into the mattress
softly. He was careful as he moved, making sure the bed didn’t creak or make too much noise
because as much as he didn’t care what Taehyung thought, the man didn’t need to hear his sex
noises.

Jimin took his time, dragging his cock against the soft fabric over and over again until his entire
body was prickling from the heat and pleasure. He could feel sweat trickle at the nape of his neck
from how much he was working, using the toned muscles of his arms and thighs to keep him
moving. It felt better than just his hand on his cock and even his toes were curling from how
fucking good it felt.

He didn’t keep track of how long he was there, of how long he spent rolling his hips into the
mattress so pleasure coursed through his entire body. He lost himself in the feeling, in the thoughts
of Suga’s pretty thighs and pretty hands and pretty cock. Lost in the thought of Yoongi’s pretty
plump pink lips, his sharp eyes that twinkled when he smiled and his soft gentle touch on Jimin’s
arm or against the small of his back.

There was no particular thing that sent him off. It was just a combination of all the things all at
once that filled him up until he couldn’t contain it anymore. The pressure built and built, the
pleasure growing and growing until it all burst forth like a popped balloon, washing over him in
waves. Jimin choked on his moan, biting into the mattress so hard his jaw went sore as he shoved
his hips hard against the surface when he came. His entire body trembled and his arms gave out as
pleasure washed over him in waves. He could feel the mess he was making but he gave no fucks,
too lost in the way it felt. He clutched at the sheets hard, nearly ripping them in his grip and he rode
his orgasm out for all he was worth.

He didn’t stop until his cock started to get too sensitive and he slowed his hips to a stop, panting
into the mattress. His entire body was heaving with the force of his climax and wow, he hadn’t
come that hard in a while. His body felt like jelly and it took him a few minutes to calm his
breathing down enough so he wasn’t gasping.

After what felt like hours, Jimin finally rolled over onto the other side of his queen sized bed and
spread out, careful of the mess he made. He would clean it up in a minute but he just wanted to
savor the warmth wrapped tightly around his entire body. He felt too good to worry about the fact
that he might have thought about Yoongi inappropriately and he figured it was just a thing for now
until he figured out what was going on between them.

It was as Jimin was starting to feel the come on his stomach cool into a sticky mess that his phone
went off. He blinked in surprise and snatched up the device from where it was stuffed under a
pillow and brought it close to see a message from Yoongi that made his heart flutter and a smile
curl to his lips.

Pretty Hyung | finished what i was doing. Need to get the fuck out of this apartment before i
tear my hair out.

Pretty Hyung | come eat with me angel

Jimin snorted softly at the fact that Yoongi wasn’t even asking, just demanding but he couldn’t
find a reason to be mad when Yoongi used that nickname on him. He felt giddy all of a sudden, his
mood lifted even higher after a good climax and knowing that Yoongi wanted to see him right now.
It was too late for dinner but it wasn’t too late to go out with Yoongi and Jimin would never miss a
chance to spend more time with the man anyway.

Give me twenty pretty boy~


Jimin had to clean up after all and it took him a moment to even sit up. If he was going to go see
Yoongi he really needed a shower to wash away all of his sins.

Pretty Hyung | i’ll come to you. See you soon

Jimin hummed happily to himself as he quickly plugged his phone in to charge and grabbed some
clothes so he could hurry off for a quick shower. His heart felt light and hopeful, his skin buzzing
with warmth and Jimin couldn’t wait to see the older man and share more time with him. Jimin
may not know if it was a date or not, he may have no clue what they were doing but whatever it
was, Jimin greatly enjoyed it and he couldn’t wait to discover more.

When Jimin met Yoongi for food that night, he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of
embarrassment considering what he had been doing only an hour beforehand. He was slightly
flustered over the fact that the very man in front of him might have helped fuel his fantasies but
then Yoongi started ranting in that deep rumble of his about how much this one section of a song
was driving him up a wall and all Jimin could think about was how cute the older was when he did
that. The embarrassment flooded away, leaving a warm bundle in the corner of his heart and he
listened intently to Yoongi over their bowls of ramen.

Before they called it a night, walking back to their apartment building together, Jimin brought up
Taehyung’s idea of a party. At first, Yoongi had been apprehensive. Parties weren't really his kind
of thing but Jimin assured him it was only going to be a handful of close friends and video games
and hopefully, Yoongi would invite Namjoon and Hoseok. It didn’t take much more convincing
once Jimin pointed out that Jungkook was bound to come as well, which helped Yoongi feel more
comfortable. Seokjin was the only person who would be there that Yoongi had never met and
Yoongi agreed to bring Namjoon and Hoseok along.

Now it was Saturday and Jimin was fluttering about his room in slight panic because he couldn’t
decide on what to wear. Parties like this were more like get-togethers and he rarely cared what he
looked like around his friends but Yoongi was coming and Jimin had to look good. There would be
drinking, maybe a little dancing and a lot of ass kicking in Mario Party. Typically, nights like this
ended up with Jimin literally drinking himself under the coffee table while Taehyung, Seokjin, and
Jungkook screamed at each other over rounds and rounds of video games.

Tonight, however, they had the addition of three more people and one of them was someone Jimin
may or may not have a largely developing crush on. And that wasn’t a secret or anything.
Taehyung knew, which meant Jungkook knew which meant Seokjin definitely knew. And Jimin
was fine with that as long as they didn’t make a fool out of him because of it. He had good friends,
the best really, but they loved teasing one another and he could only hope they wouldn’t do that in
front of Yoongi.

Jimin was already showered, his hair blow dried all fluffy and styled and his skin was being kind to
him for once so he didn’t bother with any makeup aside from a little eyeliner that made his
chocolate brown eyes pop all the more. It was a friendly get together but Yoongi was coming and
Jimin wanted to look good for the occasion. He had already put in a few earrings, including his
favorite silver hop with the dangling chains and also a few rings on his fingers. The issue was
finding something to wear.

His bedroom door was wide open as he dug around in his closet in nothing but a small black pair of
briefs. He could hear Taehyung and Seokjin already in the kitchen, chattering happily and
knocking pots and pans around. The older had brought an assortment of food with him as he was
prone to do because the last thing Seokjin ever wanted was for someone to go hungry on his watch.
For a model and actor, Seokjin absolutely adored food and he always had the habit of making sure
his three younger friends were well fed, especially Taehyung who Seokjin swore was much too
thin. Jimin couldn't help but feel amused at the thought of Seokjin meeting Yoongi because the
man was stick thin and he was sure Seokjin would immediately try to fatten him up.

Jimin heard Jungkook arrive before he had chosen a pair of pants. He paused near his closet,
clutching two pairs of jeans against his chest when he heard the front door open without a knock.
He knew it had to be Jungkook because Yoongi certainly wouldn’t enter without knocking. Plus, it
was fifteen minutes before the scheduled time Jimin told Yoongi to come over and Jungkook
always arrived early. His heart skipped into his throat and he tiptoed toward his open door,
straining his ear to hear what was going on because he was certain Taehyung hadn’t seen Jungkook
in a while and he was curious how this was going to go.

“Jungkookie!” Seokjin greeted, sounding happy and pleased. “Oh! It’s been so long! You look so
good, have you been working out more?”

Jimin could imagine the boy flushed slightly but nodding, giving Seokjin the hug the older was no
doubt asking for. “Good to see you, hyung. You look good too.”

“Oh.” Seokjin chuckled brightly. “You flatterer.” There was the soft sound of Seokjin smacking
Jungkook somewhere, probably his chest. “I always look good. Oh! I bought your favorite!”

There was the sound of hurrying feet and Jimin imagined Jungkook was left alone with Taehyung
while Seokjin ran off to do whatever he was doing. A moment of silence where Jimin held his
breath before Jungkook finally spoke up.

“Hey, Tae. You, um, you look nice.” He was obviously shy, stumbling slightly over his words and
Jimin rolled his eyes because of how obvious it was he liked the model. They were so frustrating!

“Nice.” Taehyung said flatly. “He doesn’t call me in three weeks and says I look ‘nice’.” There
were a few seconds of tense silence before Taehyung let out a happy laugh and then Jungkook
made a surprised noise. Jimin wished he could see what was happening but he was still in his damn
underwear. “You fucking gym monkey! Your arms are as big as my head!”

There was amusement in his voice, a tone Jimin was used to hearing when Taehyung was actually
in a good mood and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He heard Jungkook tease back that Taehyung
was just a twig and there was the sound of a scuffle that Seokjin started shouting at. Jimin shook
his head, feeling amused and shuffled back to his closet to finally pick out an outfit.

It seemed Taehyung was willing to forgive Jungkook for the time being and though Jimin knew
that spelled disaster for the two of them for the rest of the night, there wasn't much Jimin could do
about it. Taehyung was a grown ass man. He was going to do whatever he wanted to do no matter
how much Jimin warned him otherwise.

After a moment of debate, Jimin finally decided on the pair of black jeans that fit his ass and thighs
pretty well but were stretchy and comfortable. Then he settled on one of his black form-fitting tank
tops and a yellow unbuttoned flannel on top of that. The sleeves were a little long and covered his
hands but it kept him warm and it was something he could take off if he ever got hot during the
rest of the night. It was better than a hoodie seeing as it showed off his chest and waist and as he
told Taehyung weeks ago, he was certainly showing off the good as much as he could to Yoongi
who really seemed to appreciate it.

Satisfied he looked hot but casual, Jimin finally appeared from his bedroom to find Jungkook
already in front of the TV, setting up all the game consoles they had.
“Hey, Kookie.” Jimin greeted, dropping down to the ground beside him for a one-armed hug. He
noticed that Jungkook did seem to be a little more toned than usual but the kid really was a gym rat
and thus he wasn’t surprised.

“Hey hyung.” His smile was cute, curling over his teeth and bunching his cheeks as he went back
to plugging in his Switch to their insane setup. “How’s it going with Yoongi-hyung?”

Jimin pouted his lips out. “I haven’t seen you in weeks and that’s the first thing you ask me?”

Jungkook chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he glanced at him. “He talks about you a lot. I figured I’d
ask.”

Jimin’s heart puttered in his chest. “H-He talks about me?”

The younger snorted and started fiddling with a few of the wires to make sure everything was set
up correctly. “Don’t sound so surprised, hyung. It’s mainly things in anger like, why the fuck is he
so cute?” Jungkook’s impression of Yoongi consisted of him scrunching up his face and pouting
out his lips and speaking in a deep rumble of a voice and Jimin couldn’t help but burst in laughter
from how ridiculous that was.

It wasn’t until Jimin calmed down that he realized exactly what Jungkook was saying. “Cute?”
Jimin choked on the word, grabbing at the hoodie Jungkook was wearing to pull the boy closer,
narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth. “Don’t fuck with me Jeon Jungkook, I know where you
sleep and I’ll cut your dick off.”

Jungkook laughed softly at the thinly veiled threat and grabbed Jimin’s fists buried in his hoodie,
giving them a gentle squeeze. “I like fucking with you hyung but I wouldn’t about this. Seriously,”
his smile shifted into something fonder and he looked so damn happy that Jimin couldn’t help but
take him seriously, “He calls you cute a lot. I’ve got the messages to prove it.”

Jimin’s breath hitched and he tightened his fingers in the fabric. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“I’m not.” Jungkook almost whined, pouting out his lips cutely and making his large eyes go all
the wider, giving an innocent expression but Jimin knew the boy was anything but innocent.
“Honestly, I swear on the welfare of my dick.”

Jimin eyed him up suspiciously before he nodded and finally released the boy. “He really calls me
cute?”

“All the time.” Jungkook answered with a nod, evening out the fabric of his hoodie that Jimin’s
fists had bunched up. “It’s kind of gross actually. You two are gross.”

“Oh my god.” Jimin’s punch to Jungkook’s arm was actually pretty hard, filled with all the
frustration he had toward his friends. Jungkook barely winced but the pout was well worth it.
“Don’t get me started on gross assholes.”

Jungkook crinkled his nose. “Ew, hyung, I really don’t need to know what assholes you’re dealing
with.”

There was a moment where they just stared at each other before bursting into laughter and Jimin
gave him another punch in the shoulder just for good measure.

“Why are you all so rough? I thought I taught you better than that!” Seokjin groaned out from the
kitchen, waving a wooden spoon at the two of them as Taehyung looked on in amusement. There
was a moment where his eyes locked with Jungkook’s and Jimin witnessed the flush that curled
over both of their cheeks and honestly his friends were so frustrating. He was going to smash their
faces together soon but he knew the alcohol would do that for him later in the night.

Once they settled back down, Jimin helped Jungkook finish setting up all the game systems. There
was going to be some real competition going on tonight seeing as Yoongi and Hoseok were true
gamers. Jimin had a feeling he would be sitting with Namjoon most of the night, drinking to his
heart's content while the others battled it out over Mario Kart. Which was fine with him really, as
long as Yoongi had fun.

The knocks on the door came three minutes after six and Jimin was the first ot hop to his feet and
get the door. There was a bounce in his step, a happiness ready to spread because it was going to be
a good night and he was excited. Yoongi was the first face to greet him on the other side of the
door, dressed in ripped black jeans and a worn vintage t-shirt and looking like an entire meal that
Jimin wanted to devour. He didn’t notice the way the older looked him over appreciatively before
Jimin lurched forward for a greeting hug that Yoongi returned with both arms.

The apples of Yoongi’s cheeks were flushed slightly as Jimin tugged him inside the apartment with
a bright grin on his face, greeting Namjoon and Hoseok who looked just happy to be there. Jimin
was the one to introduce everyone because Namjoon and Hoseok were new to their group and
Yoongi had never met Seokjin before. Seokjin gave Yoongi a good once over like he was making
sure the man was good enough for Jimin before deeming him acceptable with a bright smile and a
friendly hug.

Now that everyone had arrived, it was time to really start the party. Jimin helped Seokjin and
Taehyung bring out all the food to lay out on the large coffee table and drinks were offered.
Yoongi took a beer while Jimin accepted the mixed drink Taehyung made him. Conversation
flowed easily and JImin was pleased to see how well Yoongi’s friends got along with his own.

Namjoon and Seokjin seemed to click almost instantly, an easy banter flowing between them as
they talked about different kinds of food and Hoseok was speaking animatedly with Taehyung and
Jungkook about all the games they were going to play. Jimin was happy to watch and sip his drink
at Yoongi’s side, who also seemed content to watch and add his two cents in when it seemed
appropriate.

Once their bellies were full and the second round of drinks was passed out, Taehyung exclaimed it
was time to start with a traditional round of Mario Party. Seeing as there were seven of them
instead of the normal four, they decided to gang up on Seokjin who was a master as Mario Party
and the older didn’t mind, just smirked and stated they still wouldn’t be able to beat him.

Yoongi was the one to point out how much Mario Party depended on luck as much as skill and
Jimin declared they were partners before anyone could argue. Yoongi had the skill and Jimin had
the luck so he thought they would make a good team. Taehyung snatched up Jungkook instantly,
pulling the boy to sit on the floor with him and they looked so pleased together, faces flushed, that
Jimin didn’t see a reason to complain, even if they were a strong team to beat. That left Namjoon
with Hoseok who whined because his silver-haired friend sucked at video games but Jimin pointed
out that he was bad too and it was only fair. Namjoon had been offended for a total of five seconds
before Hoseok squished his friend’s cheeks and all was well.

They decided to take turns. Each team would switch players when a turn ended and Jimin
apologized to Yoongi before the game even began for his severe lack of skills. Yoongi only smiled
at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him tucked in close to his side. It seemed the
man had no qualms being affectionate with him around their friends and there was something about
it that made Jimin’s heart flutter and his stomach swirl with butterflies.
Jimin may lack in skills but he did not lack in passion and by the seventh turn, Yoongi was
snickering into his shoulder from how enthusiastically Jimin was yelling at the television screen.
They had chosen Boo because Jimin thought he was the cutest and the amount of time he
screamed, “It’s your day, Boo!” made all of them crack up laughing. He also kept calling Princess
Peach a bitch, aka Seokjin, which seemed to make Yoongi crack up all the more. It was such a nice
feeling having Yoongi’s entire body shaking with laughter pressed up against his side and thus
Jimin didn’t care if he lost the minigames over and over again.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was pretty damn good at what he was doing. He always rolled high
numbers, he took chances that usually paid off and he was damn good at the minigames. He kicked
Seokjin’s ass a few times and Jimin couldn’t help but snicker at the flicker of worry in Seokjin’s
gaze every time. No one had beat him before and Jimin was rooting for Yoongi to finally kick his
ass.

They made a good team, Jimin thought. They remained a solid second place through the entire
game and stuck on Seokjin’s ass the entire time. Taehyung and Jungkook were too busy shoving at
each other and though Hoseok and Namjoon weren't a bad team, they just didn’t seem to have the
luck that Yoongi and Jimin did.

When the game ended, there was a one star difference between their team and Seokjin. The
mystery stars were more important than ever and even Seokjin was sitting on the edge of his seat
as they popped up. Jimin thought, for the first time ever, he had a chance of beating Seokjin until
none of the stars went to them. Seokjin gained one more star while Hoseok’s team got the other
two, meaning Seokjin won.

Jimin wasn’t too disappointed considering Yoongi gave him a tight hug and whispered into his ear
how great of a job he did. Seokjin kept his crown, Taehyung and Jungkook were getting handsy
and Jimin had Yoongi all up in his personal space so he considered it a good win-win for everyone.

More drinks were passed around and they moved on to Mario Kart to see if anyone could take
down Seokjin once again. Jimin and Namjoon opted out of the game while Hoseok decided to take
Seokjin’s side, happy to cheer for the master while Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook tried to take
him down.

Hours passed by like that, with everyone shouting and drinking and having a good old time. Jimin
cheered for Yoongi who did manage to beat Seokjin in a few races but he lost count after his fifth
or so drink. He was happy to just curl up against Yoongi’s side and watch the show, smelling
something sweet that always lingered around Yoongi. The man was so warm and he felt so giddy,
so happy, to be around him and enjoying their night with their friends.

Eventually, there was too much alcohol in the room for anyone to play a game properly and so
video games were replaced with music and conversation. Jimin was proud of Yoongi for beating
Seokjin a few times and even told the older that, earning a bright gummy smile for the
compliment. Yoongi wasn’t nearly as tipsy as Jimin but he didn’t seem to mind the way Jimin
leaned into his side whenever he was near.

The rest of the night blurred together but at the center of it all was Yoongi. His scent, his soft touch
to keep Jimin steady, his softly rumbled words in his ear, the way his warm breath brushed over
Jimin’s skin and made it prickle. It was nice to just spend time with the older in the comfort of his
own apartment with their friends around.

Jimin was drifting between stages of drunkenness when Seokjin pulled out some cards and they
decided to play some drunken poker. Jimin and Yoongi opted out so they could watch and
Taehyung and Jungkook were nowhere to be seen so it was up to Namjoon and Hoseok, the former
less drunk than the others while Hoseok was giggling over every little thing. It was amusing to
watch and so Jimin settled against Yoongi’s side contentedly, savoring the warmth the older had to
offer.

Jimin was watching Namjoon’s attempts at bluffing when Yoongi suddenly leaned close to him
and moved to whisper in his ear, breath warm and lips oh so close that Jimin’s entire body was set
on fire.

“That’s like, really gay.”

The words jarred Jimin from his dazed state and he blinked a few times, glancing at Yoongi to see
the man was looking past him to the other side of the room. Jimin followed his gaze and wasn’t all
that surprised to see Taehyung and Jungkook in the kitchen together. The gay Yoongi was referring
to had to be the way Jungkook had Taehyung pinned to the counter, mouths latched together. They
were heavily making out, as they were prone to do when drunk and Jimin was sure they would end
up in Taehyung’s bed before the end of the night.

“That sounded wrong.” Yoongi murmured again, gaining Jimin's attention and he saw the older’s
brow furrowed as he stared at a spot on Jimin’s chest. “Gay like, gay. Obviously. They look like
they’re gonna fuck each other's brains out. Not like, the offensive way.” His lips pursed and he
shook his head at himself and Jimin tried to hold back his laughter because Yoongi was cute when
he was a little drunk. “I mean, I’m gay so obviously I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Jimin’s breath hitched in his throat and Yoongi caught on that, his gaze snapping up to meet
Jimin’s eyes. Did Yoongi just come out to him? He just… Oh wow. Oh, this was a big deal.
Jimin’s drunk mind couldn’t seem to put the pieces together as to why it was a big deal but he
could feel like it was a big deal. “Yeah?”

Yoongi blinked a few times, clearing his vision and his cheeks were so cute flushed that color.
“Yeah.”

Jimin hummed. “Me too.”

Yoongi looked surprised. “Really?”

“So gay.” Jimin murmured, his lips twitching up into a smile as he brought his hands up and spread
them in the air. “All the gay, that’s me. Love the dick.”

Yoongi snorted, pressing his face into the curve of Jimin’s shoulders. “Cute.”

Warmth flushed through Jimin’s entire body and he started giggling happy, shifting to press more
into Yoongi so they were practically cuddling on the couch without a care for anyone else in the
room. “You’re cute too, hyung. Real cute.”

“You’re cuter. The cutest.” Yoongi argued, nuzzling gently against Jimin’s shoulder before pulling
back so their eyes could meet. For a moment, Jimin was almost convinced that Yoongi was going
to kiss him. Maybe kissing Yoongi for the first time while they were both kind of drunk wasn’t a
good idea but, Jimin was drunk, he wasn’t prone to make good decisions when he was drunk.

But then Yoongi’s gaze shifted over Jimin’s shoulder and his pink plump lips went all pouty.
“They’re going back there. Should we do something?”

Jimin blinked, trying to ignore the heat pulsing through his body. “No, they usually do this.
Stopping them is pointless. I’ve tried. Now you understand why I get so frustrated.”
“So they can fuck when they’re drunk but they can’t bother to talk about feelings when they’re
sober?”

Jimin groaned out, flapping his hands in the air before he tipped over and buried his head in
Yoongi’s throat. “They’re driving me insane. They’re every angsty teen fiction I’ve ever read in
my entire life.”

Yoongi snorted and started to pet through Jimin’s hair gently. “You read angsty teen fiction?”

“Shut up.” Jimin murmured, closing his eyes to savor the warmth and Yoongi’s sweet scent. “You
smell like bubblegum.” Yoongi went tense for a total of two seconds and if Jimin hadn’t been a bit
drunk, he might have noticed it. “Like candy, it’s nice. I like it.”

Yoongi breathed out his laugh and carded through the soft strands of hair at the back of Jimin’s
head. “Thanks. You smell nice too.”

“I better.” Jimin crinkled his nose and brought his legs up onto the couch with him, bending them
until his knees were pressed into Yoongi’s thigh. “I could sleep like this. I’m going to sleep like
this.”

Yoongi’s chest rumbled with his chuckle and Jimin was almost certain he felt a pressure against his
hair that wasn’t Yoongi’s hands. “Mhm, go ahead. I think they’re going to be at this poker game
for a while. Namjoon looks determined to kick hyung’s ass.”

Jimin fell asleep to the soft rumbling of Yoongi’s commentary of the poker game, the warmth of
his body solid against his side, long fingers petting through his hair and the soft music playing
from the television.

It was hours later when he was shaken awake by Yoongi gently, the older urging him to his feet
and toward his bedroom so he could sleep off the rest of the night. Jimin was too tired to question
anything and he left Yoongi to tuck him into his bed all nice and tight and comfortable. There was
a moment where Jimin was certain he felt another pressure to his forehead that felt like dry lips but
he was too tired to figure it out. Yoongi promised to check in with him in the morning and then left
to return to his own apartment with a severely drunken Hoseok and a more sober Namjoon who
had finally beaten Seokjin in poker.

Jimin listened to the sound of voices in the living room until the door finally shut and silence
greeted him. He knew Seokjin had to be cleaning up, even if he didn’t have to and eventually the
man would join him in bed because Seokjin always shared his bed when he stayed over. Jimin
floated through stages of sleep until he felt the bed finally dip. Seokjin gave his head a soft pat and
a whispered goodnight before the world finally went still.

Jimin’s heart felt full to bursting and he felt too good to question anything. He looked forward to
seeing Yoongi tomorrow, a smile curling to his lips at the thought and he fell asleep to the memory
of candy scent and soft fingers in his hair.

Chapter End Notes

THEY'RE SO CUTE. Seriously they are so freaking cute together and it's almost like
they're dating already but it's felt that way for a while, hm? Also, I can't stop thinking
about the fact that Yoongi was literally right across the hall while touching his pretty
cock and taking those pictures, meanwhile Jimin was cuddling on the couch with his
best friend without a clue in the world. Just, that hits me real deep.

Coming up next is more Jimin solo fun time because apparently, I have a problem?
But also Suga's streaming return and some cute date like moments with yoonmin! Are
they actually dating? Will someone finally confess feelings? WHO KNOWS. But the
next chapter marks halfway through this story and then chapter 6 is the true turning
point for this entire story so look forward to that!

Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you thought with a kudo and/or
comment. Remember that you can only kudo a chapter fic once so comments are really
appreciated in this case! They fuel my smutty fire and give me inspiration for pretty
baby Yoongi. I've got a lot of sweet things in store for sure!

See you next time!

~Addy~

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Bubble Gum
Chapter Summary

Jimin's in deep and Suga makes an official comeback.

Chapter Notes

I want to thank all of you for all the love and support. I might not get to reply to every
comment but believe me when I say I read and cherish each one. Thank you so much!

Have Suga's streaming comeback to tide you over until next time! Don't expect
monster chapters like this all the time haha.

Enjoy~

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Two hours ago, Jimin didn’t expect to be standing on the thin fancy looking carpet of this
department store while practically drooling over one Min Yoongi. Two hours ago, Jimin had just
gotten out of class with a million things on his mind and the thought that he only had three hours
before he needed to show up for dance practice and should he finish up his essay now or wait until
after practice? Two hours ago, Yoongi sent him a simple text that spurred his current predicament.

Pretty Hyung | hey angel, how busy are you? i need someone to come shopping with me

Going shopping with Yoongi wasn’t an unusual request from the man. They went to the store often
together, be it for groceries or a random piece of equipment he needed for work. Just the other day,
Jimin went with Yoongi to an electronics store to pick out a new camera. So, naturally, Jimin
agreed without a second thought. Spending time with Yoongi was more important than his essay
which could wait until later that night. He might regret such a thing but at the time, he was much
too happy to spend alone time with Yoongi to care.

He met up with Yoongi at the four-story shopping mall downtown twenty minutes after agreeing to
meet and he was so happy to see the man he greeted him with a hug. Yoongi had laughed softly in
his ear, returning his hug with one arm tight around his waist, spreading warmth through Jimin’s
entire body. The cool winter air urged them inside quickly, Yoongi muttering under his breath how
much he hated the cold while Jimin kept close to his side in an effort to warm him up.

Jimin didn’t think to ask what they were shopping for until they were already inside the building
and Yoongi was leading him to the escalator.

“I’ve done seven weddings since I came to Seoul.” Yoongi pointed out, tucking his coat around
himself a little tighter while he leaned against Jimin’s side, the two of them riding the escalator up
the first flight before moving on to the next one. “And each time I got dirty looks. I’m the
photographer, right? What does it matter what I look like?” Yoongi scoffed, obviously annoyed
about something but Jimin remained quiet to hear what the man had to say. “In Daegu, as long as I
wore something nice, they didn’t care. But Seoul is fucking different.”

Jimin didn’t put the pieces together until they were on the third floor of the building and finally
came to a stop outside of a department store. It wasn’t one Jimin shopped at and thus he didn’t
really know what to expect. He did know it was one of those high scale fancy places that
businessmen and rich people shopped at which made him question what the hell they were doing
there.

“I need a new suit.” Yoongi explained with a heavy sigh, shrugging one shoulder at the bewildered
look Jimin sent him before shuffling into the store. “My old grey one isn’t good enough for these
fancy Seoul weddings.” He sounded so bitter about it and Jimin could only giggle into his hand as
he joined his friend, sticking close to his side so he didn’t lose the man in the large store.

“I’ve never seen you in a suit.” Jimin mused. “I bet you look handsome.”

Yoongi hummed as he led them through the store, obviously knowing exactly where he wanted to
go. “Not handsome enough for these bitchy brides.” His face turned into a scowl. “Seriously, I’m
the photographer. Not the groom. Some of them need to be more worried about how scruffy their
soon to be husbands look.” He let out a sigh when Jimin nudged him comfortingly. “But if I wanna
keep working in this city, I gotta adapt so here we are.”

They came to a stop in the walkway and it was in that moment that Jimin came to realize exactly
what they were about to do. They were surrounded by clothing but this section was dedicated to
suits and dress clothing. It was a sea of neutral colors and Jimin’s mind immediately went blank
because he didn’t know much about things like this at all.

“Oh, you should have asked Taehyung to help you with this.” Jimin complained immediately while
Yoongi stepped between the racks and racks of clothing to start looking over what they had. “I
don’t know shit about fashion.”

Yoongi glanced at him in slight confusion and the once-over he gave Jimin made the younger flush
lightly. Jimin wasn’t wearing anything special. He had just gotten out of class when Yoongi
messaged him and he had no time to change into something better. The jeans and t-shirt combo was
a normal thing for class but judging by the way Yoongi looked at him, the older thought he looked
more than fine.

“You know more than I do.” Yoongi pointed out. “You live with a model. Besides,” He murmured
as he turned back to a rack of suit pants all in shades of grey, “I’d rather be here with you.”

Oh, Jimin thought. Warmth flooded through his body and suddenly it didn't matter how much he
knew about fashion or not. Yoongi invited him because he wanted Jimin to be there, no one else.
Hell, even Namjoon would have been a better choice seeing as the man wore nice clothing all the
time. But Yoongi had asked for Jimin and that was just, wow, that was great really.

With a skip in his step, Jimin started searching through the racks of clothing for something he felt
would look good on Yoongi. He found it hard to believe something would look bad on the elder to
begin with but he understood the man’s plight.

Seoul was a big city compared to Daegu or even Busan. A city full of bright lights and fancy
people and it made sense that the weddings Yoongi worked in the city would be just as bright and
fancy. Probably some of the most elaborate weddings Yoongi had ever seen and he needed to fit in
while taking pictures. Jimin knew the man was good at his job so if he added this aspect he would
be even better, maybe book even more jobs because of it. He had to look professional and Jimin
had never seen the man looking such a thing so he was curious to find out.
They must have walked around the store for an hour before finally picking out a few items for
Yoongi to try on. They argued over color for a total of two minutes before Jimin convinced Yoongi
that black was a much more suitable wedding color than grey. Grey was boring while black was
sharp and attractive, plus it matched his hair and brought out his eyes. Jimin had an assortment of
items folded over his arms when someone who worked in the store finally approached them to see
if they needed help.

She introduced herself as Hyojin and she was rather pretty, with long dark hair, a painted round
face and a slim but professional black dress on her curved frame. She had a nice quarter sleeved
suit jacket on over the dress which did nothing to hide her ample breasts or the shape of her body
and Jimin vaguely wondered if the store made her dress like that or if she simply enjoyed looking
like that. Maybe a mix of both, not that it was Jimin’s business.

It became Jimin’s business, however, when the woman casually placed her hand on Yoongi’s arm
as she pointed out a selection of patterned suit jackets that she thought would look wonderful on
him. Yoongi was willing to listen, seeing as it was the woman’s job but Jimin wasn’t so eager to
follow her around the store. He didn’t like the way she looked at Yoongi, with a twinkle in her eye.
Jimin knew Yoongi was attractive. Fuck, he was attracted to the man himself but he had never seen
someone openly flirting with the man like Hyojin currently was. Maybe it was part of her job, or
maybe she was truly interested but Jimin didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact that this rather
attractive young woman was trying to flirt with his friend and the way his stomach sloshed angrily
every time the woman touched him casually. Yoongi didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in
figuring out what would look best on him but Jimin certainly noticed.

After a few minutes of the woman trying to convince Yoongi into a textured suit jacket, Jimin
stepped in and pointed out that he didn’t need to look like he just stepped out of a magazine. He
didn’t want to outshine the bride, after all. He was the photographer, he needed to blend in and not
stand out. Yoongi agreed instantly, blinking like he hadn’t even realized that and Jimin felt a relief
to finally have the man’s attention once more.

They decided Yoongi should try on the clothes Jimin already had in his hands and Hyojin led them
to the fitting rooms. Even the small rooms were elegant like the rest of the store, obviously trying
to tend to the higher clientele. There were only three rooms but they were all empty while Hyojin
unlocked the first one and offered it to Yoongi. Jimin had passed the man the clothing in his arms
and then Yoongi disappeared inside, the door shutting behind him and leaving Jimin alone with
Hyojin who seemed like she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

She smiled kindly each time Jimin caught her eye but he still wasn’t sure what to think about her
yet. He couldn’t be angry with her for flirting with an attractive guy like Yoongi and maybe his
anger stirred more from the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't point out to her
that Yoongi was his because that certainly wasn’t the case no matter how much Jimin wished it
was. And he couldn’t just tell the woman Yoongi was gay because, well, he wasn’t going to out his
friend like that because maybe Yoongi didn’t want the whole world to know.

They hadn’t talked about it since that night on Jimin’s couch last week where they both managed
to come out to each other. It was just one of those unspoken things between them and Jimin didn’t
see a reason to bring it up again. At first, Jimin thought maybe Yoongi had forgotten but then the
man made a joke about how he was too gay to function properly sometimes and Jimin knew they
were okay. Yoongi felt comfortable with him now and that meant more to Jimin then he could ever
express.

After five or so minutes, the dressing room door finally opened and Jimin found himself in his
current predicament. Yoongi was standing on the small pedestal, maybe a foot in height, at the end
of the room where the dressing rooms were tucked away. There were mirrors on all sides of the
pedestal so a customer could see how the outfit fit them at all different angles but Jimin found
himself planted to the spot and at a loss for words as Yoongi twisted around to look over himself
while Hyojin made herself busy smoothing out the black fabric over his shoulders and making sure
it fit properly around his waist.

Yoongi looked stunning. Jimin had picked out a simple selection of clothes that added up into a
simple but nice looking suit. The slacks were long but not too long on Yoongi’s legs, hugging his
thighs and coming to a stop just at his ankles. He had a body shape that was a little hard to fit in
men’s clothing, Jimin thought. His legs were long, his torso short, his arms long and his limbs thin
while his shoulders were broad, his waist thin, his hips curved, his ass plump and his thighs a little
thick.

And yet, that suit looked amazing. It wasn’t tailored to fit him but it might as well have been in
Jimin’s opinion. The white button up was simple but the way it curve against his throat made
something hot boil in the pit of Jimin’s stomach. The black jacket was crisp and smooth, fitting
over his shoulders and tucked around his waist. Yoongi fiddled with the cuffs for a few minutes
before he got them buttoned properly and found they ended just in a little too high on his wrist to fit
properly but still looked good.

The black made his pale skin stand out all the more, made the jet black of his eyes and his fluffy
hair look absolutely gorgeous and Jimin didn’t realize he was practically drooling until Yoongi
finally turned to him, a question in his gaze as he held his arms out in a ‘how do I look?’ gesture.

“Fuck.” The curse came out almost like it was punched from his chest and both Yoongi and Hyojin
looked at him in surprise. Jimin could feel his face was warm, was certain it was probably flushed
with color but he couldn't bring himself to care. He swallowed hard and twitched his lips into a
smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “You look great, hyung. Really good.”

The tenseness in Yoongi’s shoulders melted out and his lips curled into one of those small smiles
of his as he turned back around to check himself out in the mirror. The suit jacket could use some
tailoring, mainly around the waist and the sleeves but other than that, it fit perfectly. Jimin should
have realized hours ago that he was going to see Yoongi in a suit but it just didn’t register until it
was actually happening. Now, Jimin couldn’t stop staring because the man looked so good and all
kinds of filthy thoughts flashed across his mind to the point that he had to shove them all down
before he popped an actual boner in the middle of the store. He usually had more control than that
and Jimin was almost ashamed of himself.

“Should I get a tie?” Yoongi questioned softly, rubbing at his neck.

“I think a solid black tie would look handsome on you.” Hyojin purred softly, stepping down from
the platform to find just that and suddenly, Jimin’s body was jerking forward.

There was a twirling stand just beside the dressing rooms filled with all kinds of ties, belts, and
accessories. Jimin acted before he could even think. He snatched up a piece of black silk fabric
before Hyojin could even grab what she was going for and brought it over to Yoongi with a smile.

“Bowties are sexy, hyung.” Jimin twirled the fabric between his fingers, wiggling his eyebrows
slightly at Yoongi and making the man chuckle lightly.

“These are our most popular ties.” Hyojin spoke up beside Jimin, holding a slick black long tie in
her fingers, her smile soft and sweet. “The silk black fabric will match nicely.”

Yoongi glanced between the two of them and Jimin bristled at the woman beside him. Part of him
knew she was just trying to make a sale but another part of him pointed out that she flirted with
Yoongi and okay, maybe he was kind of jealous. He didn’t have anything to worry about, he knew
that, but it still made something ugly hiss in the pit of his stomach.

After a moment of silence, Yoongi’s eyes finally settled on Jimin and one corner of his mouth
twitched into a smile. “I don’t know how to tie one of those.”

“I’ve got you, hyung.” Jimin stepped up on the platform without hesitation and shuffled to stand in
front of the older. “I went to all kinds of events with my parents when I was in high school and I
had to wear these.”

Yoongi furrowed his brow before he let out a soft sigh and let Jimin fiddle with the piece of fabric
as he tossed it around his neck. “I almost forgot you’re a rich boy.”

Jimin pouted out his lips and shifted closer so he could start looping the tie properly, his skin
tingling each time one of his fingers managed to brush against Yoongi’s smooth pale neck. He
concentrated on what he was doing so he didn’t notice the way Yoongi was looking at him, eyes
narrowed, cheeks flushed and lips pursed.

“Not rich. My parents are the ones with the money.” Jimin’s fingers lingered against Yoongi’s
throat before he finally finished up the bow and tightened it. Before he pulled his hands away, he
met Yoongi’s eyes and found the man’s rounded cheeks were flushed such a pretty color and they
were much closer than he first thought.

It was the perfect chance to kiss him. To press his thumbs against the underside of his jaw, tilt his
head back just slightly and close the few inches between them to press his lips to that plump pert
mouth. It would be soft, sweet, and everything Jimin had been dreaming about for a while now.
Yoongi looked so ready, so willing, his eyes fluttering for a moment and dropping to Jimin’s
mouth like he was expecting it.

And then he remembered they weren’t alone. They were standing in the middle of a department
store and Jimin was certain no one would appreciate two men kissing in front of them. It certainly
wasn’t one of those things commonly accepted even if the world was changing more and more
each day. Best not jump the gun, Jimin thought.

He pulled away with a soft smile and patted over Yoongi’s shoulders, smoothing out the black
fabric before moving away so Yoongi could see the bowtie on. He ended up standing behind the
older, hands curled over his shoulders because he wasn’t ready to step down just yet. Yoongi’s
pale cheeks were still flushed in the reflection of the mirrors and Jimin found, after glancing to the
side, that they really were the same height almost. Yoongi was a smidge taller than him but it
wasn’t even that noticeable really.

“Oh, yeah, I like this.” Yoongi tugged at the loops of the bow to adjust it slightly before he
grabbed the small tag hanging from the fabric to check the price. He perked a brow before
shrugging a shoulder. “Good job, angel.”

Jimin’s entire body flushed with warmth and when he glanced at Hyojin, she was watching them
with a knowing expression on her face. She didn’t look disturbed by any means, just slightly
confused before realization spread out. When she caught Jimin’s eyes, she gave him a soft smile
and suddenly the ugly monster in his stomach was gone. She understood.

“Alright, I’m going to change back into my comfortable clothes.” Yoongi sighed out and they both
stepped down from the pedestal. “I’m going to get all this.”
“I’ll be happy to check you out.” Hyojin spoke up, offering them both a friendly smile.

Yoongi bowed his head in understanding at her before slipping back into the dressing room to
change back into his normal clothes. Jimin stood there awkwardly for a moment, glancing around
the rest of the store that he could see while Hyojin waited patiently for Yoongi to return. He did
feel a little bad that he had gotten so jealous all of a sudden over Hyojin when he really had no
reason to be. People could flirt with Yoongi, they had every right to. But still…

Jimin really needed to do something about his feelings before they got out of control. All he had to
do was tell Yoongi that he may sort of kind of like him and then maybe they could do something
with that. But it was a lot harder than it sounded because Yoongi was… Yoongi meant a lot to
Jimin already and though he liked to believe the man wouldn’t just leave him because he had
feelings for him, it was a legitimate fear Jimin had. It stemmed from past relationships and past
crushes and though Yoongi was nothing like any of those, Jimin had scars he was still dealing with.
He would figure it out.

Yoongi finally exited the dressing room five minutes later, dressed in his ripped jeans and black
hoodie, a stark contrast to the sharp man before and Jimin loved the duality Yoongi possessed.
Hyojin led them over to a check out counter just on the other side of the dressing rooms and Jimin
stood off to the side patiently while Yoongi paid for everything he had bought. Jimin didn’t dare
look at the total price because he imagined it wasn’t very cheap but Yoongi seemed to think the
outfit was worth it in the long run and Jimin had to agree. If looking sharp landed him more
wedding gigs than it was well worth it. Besides, Yoongi never seemed to be hurting for money as
it were seeing as he always insisted on buying Jimin’s coffee and food.

“All set.” Yoongi announced once he joined Jimin’s side again, lifting up the two black paper bags
with a small smile. “I am so ready to get out of this stuffy place.”

The way he crinkled his nose was cute and Jimin giggled, feeling the urge to hold onto Yoongi and
this time, he didn’t push it away. He wrapped his arm through Yoongi’s elbow and pulled the man
close as they left the department store. Yoongi’s nose flushed lightly but otherwise, he didn’t fight
Jimin’s hold, letting the younger do as he pleased.

“Now what?” Jimin questioned once they were back into the open area of the shopping mall.

“Do you need anything?” Yoongi questioned. “Since we’re here.”

Jimin hummed and hugged Yoongi’s arm a little tighter against his chest. “Not really. I just wanted
to come out with you. I’ve got dance practice in a few hours though.”

Yoongi hummed, glancing at him from the corner of his eyes. “So you’re mine till then?”

“I’m always yours, pretty boy.” Jimin teased lightly, nudging them together with a bright smile.
“But yeah, pretty much.”

“You feeling hungry? I could eat.” Yoongi mused, leading them back toward the escalators. He
shifted to hold both bags in one hand and then Jimin felt his arm shifting so he could better hook
their arms together. It wasn’t holding hands but it was as close as Jimin was going to get in such a
public setting and his heart soared, happiness flooding through him like a warm summer breeze.

“Food sounds good, hyung.”

Jimin felt a great sense of relief as he shuffled out of the classroom with the rest of his classmates.
It had been a long day, full of quizzes and new material to learn and the constant reminder that he
had an evaluation for a choreography he had yet to complete coming up. The day itself wasn’t
stressful but all the things Jimin knew he had to do were starting to pile up on him and the
motivation to do any of them was slipping through his little thick fingers. He just wanted to curl up
on the couch for the rest of the night and do absolutely nothing. Maybe drag Yoongi or Taehyung
down with him if he could.

It was only four in the afternoon, too early for dinner but too late for lunch and Jimin was lucky
enough to be free from his shift at work. He could very well go to the studio for a few hours to
work on his routine but there was no motivation to do so. Not if he could possibly spend time with
Yoongi. Jimin pondered on this as he boarded the bus and made his way home. He didn’t have any
homework to do for once other than an essay he had been working on for the past few days. He
could finish that up tonight if he felt like it but it wasn’t something he had to do until next week.

The late afternoon air was cold against his skin, making his chubby cheeks flush from the wind as
he stepped off the bus onto his street. People strolled about, either getting home from work or
heading out and Jimin was relieved to be the one coming home. Though the air was cold, he felt
rather warm in his thick hoodie and he wondered when the weather would finally start to change.
They were near the end of the winter and Jimin couldn’t wait for spring. It was his favorite season,
next to summer. He loved watching the world melt away so new beautiful things could grow anew.
Plus, he was an outside person. He loved being outside and that was hard to do when the air was
trying to bite his nose and fingertips off.

Jimin’s thoughts were lost in the idea of spring, of soft warm rays of sunlight coating his golden
skin and the smell of the ocean as he strolled up to his apartment complex. Keys already in hand,
Jimin made it through the first door quickly and lingered in the lobby for a moment so the heat
could warm his chilled skin. He kicked his feet against the carpet to clean them off a little bit and
then before he could do anything more, someone called out to him.

“Angel?”

Jimin blinked in surprise and twisted around to find Yoongi standing in the mailroom, leaning
forward against the wall of boxes with a bundle of mail in one hand and his key in the other. Jimin
instantly brightened at the sight of the older man and hurried into the mailroom, a smile spreading
across his face.

“Hyung! I was going to text you when I got home.” He giggled softly and reached out to take the
bundle of Yoongi’s mail so the man could close the box and lock it back up properly.

“Hm?” Yoongi hummed, his expression soft and a little sleepy as he made sure the door was shut
properly before leaning down to pick up his messenger bag which he tossed over his shoulder.
“Did you need something?”

Jimin rolled his eyes and shifted on his feet as Yoongi ducked down to pick up the package at his
feet, tucking it under one arm before taking the bundle of letters from Jimin’s hands to tuck away
in his bag. “Do I ever text you just because I need something?”

Yoongi hummed, looking thoughtful but Jimin recognized the twinkle in his eye. “Usually.”

“Hyung!” The bubble of giggles sipped through his lips and he nudged Yoongi’s arm playfully,
grinning all the more when Yoongi’s pretty mouth curled up into a fond smile and he nudged him
back, urging him back toward the door. “I do not. Okay, maybe I text you when I want to see you
but not all the time. ”

“I know, angel.” There was that fondness again. The same fondness Jimin heard from him the first
time they were in Jimin’s apartment, building those shelves. Back then, it made him feel all warm
and bubbly inside and now, the feeling remained the same only it liked to spread over his entire
body. It made him smile shyly and knock their shoulders together because it was in moments like
these were Jimin couldn’t help but think maybe they were already more than what they spoke.

“But~.” Jimin drew out the word as he punched in the code and twisted his key in the lock to pop
the door open. He held it open for Yoongi before letting it shut closed behind them once the man
was through and continued speaking. “I was going to text you and see what you were up to tonight.
I’m free all night and I really don’t feel like doing anything.”

Yoongi snorted softly, adjusting the package under his arm as they came to wait in front of the
elevator. “You don’t feel like doing anything but you were going to text me anyway?”

“I’m always up for doing something with you .” Jimin fluttered his eyelashes playfully at the older
who let out a snort of a laugh and followed him into the elevator once it finally arrived. “I thought
we could cuddle on the couch and watch movies or something. I don’t know if Tae’s gonna be
home or not but I know you wouldn’t mind if he joined us.”

Yoongi hummed in agreement as he punched the number for their floor and rested back against the
wall, smiling softly up at Jimin as he joined him, pressing their arms together to share the warmth
between them. “That sounds real good, angel.” He breathed out, closing his eyes for a moment and
Jimin’s heart fluttered at the way his long dark eyelashes fanned over his pale round cheeks.
Yoongi really was such a pretty human being and Jimin felt lucky just to be near him. Then he
adjusted the box under his arm to hug it against his stomach and Jimin’s eyes dropped to the
package out of curiosity. “But, I’ve got to work tonight.”

Jimin felt the strong urge to pout all of a sudden but he held it back because there was nothing he
could do really. Yoongi had work to do and that was how it was. “Pictures to edit?”

“That and some music I’ve been working on that I can’t put off any further.” When those dark eyes
glanced at him, Yoongi looked truly sorry that he had to turn him down and so Jimin smiled,
reaching out to knock the back of their hands together.

“I understand, hyung. I’ll find something to do with myself.” He shrugged one shoulder, shoving
away the disappointment because there was no point in being upset. It wasn't like Yoongi didn’t
want to spend time with him. He obviously did, he just had obligations first which was
understandable. “What’s in the box?” He felt like being nosey, motioning to the box in Yoongi’s
hands.

“Stuff for work.” A light flush curled over Yoongi’s pale cheeks which was interesting, to say the
least. Jimin tilted his head to the side, glancing from the box to Yoongi’s flushed face before the
man spoke up again. “Nothing important really.”

Jimin hummed, figuring it was new equipment either for his camera or his music producing set up
so he didn’t question it further. Jimin didn’t know what Yoongi’s set up even looked like seeing as
he had only been inside Yoongi’s apartment once, which was when he carried that desk up for him.
That day was a shift in Jimin’s life and one he would never forget but he had not seen Yoongi’s
apartment since. There was no true reason as to why. They just spent time together in Jimin’s
apartment or out and about in the city. Yoongi seemed to like his privacy and Jimin wasn’t the type
to pry so he never asked. Yoongi would invite him over when he was ready or if he ever wanted to.
Jimin didn’t take it personally.

“You’re going to be working all night?”


“Probably.” Yoongi breathed out a sigh, rubbing his cheek against his jacket clad shoulder. “I’ll
check in with you if it’s not to late, maybe we can get food again.”

Jimin hummed in interest and flashed the man a smile. “That’d be really great. I’ve got a later class
tomorrow so I'll be up pretty late tonight I’m sure. I’ve got an essay I can finish.”

“I thought you didn’t feel like doing anything.” Yoongi perked a knowing eyebrow at him as he
pushed off the wall now that they were nearing their floor.

Jimin sighed as he joined him, shrugging with a curl of a smirk on his lips. “That was before I
knew you were too busy to give me attention.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, but it was an affectionate gesture. “Don’t put off your school work for me,
angel.”

“I don’t!” Jimin pouted out his lips lightly. “It’s not even due till next week. I’ve got plenty of
time. It’s just something I could do.”

“Might as well to get it over with.” Yoongi pointed out as the elevator came to a stop and the door
slid open to their floor.

They stepped out together and Jimin fiddled with his keys in his pocket as they walked down the
short hallway to their apartments. “Yeah, I guess I should.”

They came to a stop outside their doors and for a moment, they just lingered there, glancing at one
another a little shyly before Jimin decided to do something. When he stepped forward, Yoongi was
ready for him. The older tucked his package under one arm and opened his other one, ready for the
hug Jimin gave him by wrapping both arms around his shoulders tightly. Yoongi’s arm was warm,
his palm strong and flat against the small of his back as they hugged one another. Jimin couldn’t be
sure when hugging one another became a thing but he certainly wasn’t complaining about it. He
was rather fond of the hugs Yoongi gave. They were warm and tight even if he usually only used
one arm and Jimin liked burying his head into Yoongi’s throat for just a few second, inhaling his
sweet scent for a long as he could.

“I’ll text you.” Yoongi promised when they finally pulled away, his cheeks flushed that pretty
color again.

“Okay, hyung. Have a good night. Let me know if you need anything.” He shuffled back to his
own door, a smile on his face and his heart humming in his chest.

“Have a good night, angel.” Yoongi’s lips curled up into one of his brighter smiles, the one that
showed off his gums and then he shoved his keys into his lock, pushing open the door and
disappearing inside.

Jimin let out a sigh, a happy content little sound before entering his own apartment. All the lights
were off, which gave him the idea that Taehyung wasn’t home and he wondered where the man
could be. He kicked off his shoes, lining them up on the rack by the door and then went about
unraveling himself from the cold weather. Once that was done, he shuffled into his bedroom to
drop off his bookbag near his desk.

Now that he was alone, Jimin didn’t know what to do with himself. Yoongi was busy, Taehyung
was gone and he knew Jungkook had work tonight. He could easily preoccupy himself but he
didn’t know where to start. Working on that essay like Yoongi told him to do was a start but he
also needed food. He could make something in the kitchen or he could order out. Ordering out
meant possibly ruining his diet and though it was tempting, Jimin decided to make a simple dish in
the kitchen that was better for him and would still be filling.

He was in the middle of boiling up some noodles when his phone went off in his pocket, alerting
him to a new message. He wasn’t surprised to see it was from Taehyung. His best friend informed
him that he wouldn’t be home until the next day because he had a photo shoot later in the night and
he was currently out and about with Seokjin. Jimin messaged him back, sending good luck and a
bunch of emojis. Taehyung responded instantly with a million kissy faces and Jimin giggled softly
to himself, stirring his noodles absentmindedly as he and Taehyung started a kissy face war.

Eventually, Taehyung had to go and Jimin wished him well before placing his phone on the
counter so he could go back to cooking. It didn’t take much longer for his dinner to finish up and
Jimin made himself comfortable on the couch with his bowl of noodles, chicken, rice, and kimchi.
He picked out one of the many episodes of a few dramas he was behind on and settled down to eat
while he watched. The apartment was peaceful and though Jimin was alone, he didn’t feel too
lonely while he ate. It was good to spend some time alone and he intended to be productive for the
rest of the night. As tempting as it was to stay on the couch and binge out on the show he was
behind on, Jimin knew there were better things he could be doing with his time.

Once he was finished eating and the episode was over, Jimin cleaned up his mess in the kitchen
and then went into his bedroom in order to finish up that essay. It wasn’t the most exciting subject
but with Yoongi pointing out it was better to get it over with, Jimin felt motivated to do it. Was he
whipped or what? He couldn't help but laugh to himself with that thought. All it took was for
Yoongi to point out it was better if he got it over with and there Jimin was, pouring over his books
and laptop to finish up an essay that wasn’t due till next week.

It took him an hour to finish up the essay to the point that he was pleased with it. He would have
been done sooner but he got a little lost on the closing part and it took him longer to figure out that
mess before he was finally satisfied with it. He saved his effort and drafted an email so he could
send off the paper to his professor. He could send the paper in before the due date if he wanted and
it was better to do it now before he forgot.

A flashing ‘sent’ signaled the paper was out of his hands and Jimin groaned, leaning back in his
computer chair to stretch his arms above his head. Now that he was done with that, he pondered on
what he could do next. He could head back out in the cold to the dance studio for a few hours but
he really didn’t feel like it. He could easily practice at home though he would have to go half
power on everything so not to disturb his downstairs neighbors, just in case.

Jimin wiggled around in his computer chair for a few minutes before deciding that it wouldn’t hurt
for him to do a little practice for an hour or so before calling it a night. He stripped out of his jeans
into a pair of leggings but left his t-shirt on because it was loose enough to dance around in. He left
his feet bare and fiddled with his computer for a moment before bringing up the song he was
currently trying to choreograph. He had most everything done but he was struggling with a few
transition parts. He felt they didn’t feel fluid enough and he was working hard on figuring them
out.

He spent the next hour and a half working out the kinks in his routine. He was sweating and
panting by the end of it all even if he had gone only half power in order to not make too much
noise. The importance was the flow of his arms and legs, which seemed to be working better now
than usual. There was still a middle part he was working on, where the piano and violin in the song
faded out into silence but he felt he made progress and that was all that mattered.

It was nearly seven at night when Jimin finally checked his phone and he made a noise of surprise
when he saw a few new messages from Taehyung, Yoongi and his email. Jimin plopped down in
his computer chair and dabbed at his sweat with a small towel, wiping the beads away from his
brow and jaw. His muscles felt nice, a soft burn to them from all that moving around but he was far
from overworked. He could go a few more rounds at that pace but he knew there wasn’t much of a
point seeing as he didn’t have the full mirrors around him like he did at the studio. He couldn’t
pick up on his mistakes without them and so he was ready to call it a night. Maybe make himself a
snack and catch up on some of those episodes he was behind on.

Taehyung’s messages were just checking up on him and so he responded to those quickly, letting
the man know he was just fine all on his own and he hoped Taehyung had a good shoot. Then he
moved to Yoongi, who had sent him one simple message.

Pretty Hyung | why do i do this to myself

Jimin snickered at the message and sent back a ‘fighting’ with a series of emojis in hope of making
the older man smile. He knew Yoongi got stressed out when he was working and he liked being
that small sense of support the man went to. He was sure Yoongi went to Namjoon and Hoseok too
but Jimin was so happy he was one of those people too. That Yoongi felt close enough to him to
complain like that, to rely on him like that.

After messaging Yoongi back, Jimin went into his emails to see if maybe his professor had
messaged him back. He was right on that account, the woman sending him a grateful email and
assurance that she had received his paper without issue. That was a small relief. He backed out into
his inbox to check the rest of his messages, some of them absolute junk from a few websites he had
signed up to but then one, in particular, stood out.

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of “Suga’s Candyland” in the sender collum. He stared at
it for a moment before finally opening it up, curious as to what it could be. It was a short email,
something simple and obviously done through an automated system. It was an email Jimin used to
receive all the time. It was an alert email, letting him know that Suga was going to stream tonight,
at exactly ten o’clock their time and Jimin’s breath caught in his throat.

Suga was making his comeback. There was no personal message in the email, not that Jimin
expected one but he had thought maybe Suga would give them a little more advance notice before
just popping up again out of the blue. The boy did mention he was hoping to stream sometime this
month in his last email but still, it had been a hope but a fact at the time. But it seemed he had
finally gotten everything together and he was ready to start streaming again. It was a relief for
Jimin to know that Suga had settled down so comfortably in his new place that he felt up to
streaming again after nearly three months of being gone.

But Jimin found himself in a predicament he didn't ever expect to be in.

Jimin liked Yoongi. His crush had shifted from something simple into something a little more
complicated and deep. There was potential between them. Jimin had hope. He hoped the way
Yoongi looked at him actually meant something. He had hope that he wasn’t reading too far into
the way Yoongi touched him, treated him. He had hope that when he finally gained the courage to
confess to Yoongi the man would return his feelings. And that was great, really. Such a great thing.

But then there was Suga. Now, it wasn’t like Suga was Jimin’s lover or anything. He was just…
He just was. And Jimin had been a fan for so long it felt almost wrong to just drop out now. He had
been paying his monthly fee without complaint while Suga settled down in his new place because
he liked the boy. There was more to Suga than just his pretty body. Jimin truly cared about the
boy’s wellbeing and though he was popular enough to not even miss Jimin if he were to leave,
Jimin felt maybe he would miss Suga.
It was a strange realization. Everyone had their thing. Porn and self-pleasure wasn’t something
everyone always talked about but Jimin knew people had their personal pleasures. Taehyung had a
handful of them that Jimin wished he didn’t know about and Jimin always had this. He had Suga.
So it wasn’t a bad thing, right? It wasn’t a bad thing how much Jimin wanted to watch that stream
even when he had someone like Yoongi in his life? It was just one of those things people did in the
privacy of their own home when they felt like giving themselves a little bit of pleasure.

And maybe Suga was different from the average porn because Jimin knew a lot about the boy but
that didn’t change anything. Maybe if he and Yoongi actually became a couple, Suga would be
something Jimin would say goodbye to but for now…

For now, Jimin was going to enjoy the boy.

With that decided, Jimin pushed out of his computer chair and shuffled over to his bed to plug in
his phone so it could charge for a little while. He still had a handful of hours before ten rolled
around and so Jimin thought a good long soak in his tub would be a good idea. With his phone
plugged in, he hooked it up to one of his wireless speakers and started up one his favorite playlists
so he could listen to music even in the bathroom.

Jimin stripped down naked in his own bedroom, tossing his sweaty clothes into the basket near the
door before entering his bathroom with the small blue speaker in his hand. The bathroom was
small but large enough for one person and the tub was the perfect size for him. He placed the
speaker on the edge of the sink, turning up the volume slightly because the acoustics in the
bathroom were always better than any other room. He hummed along to the soft music as he
started up the shower so he could get all nice and clean before soaking in the bath. He didn’t waste
time in climbing under the stream of water and scrubbing away the sweat and dirt of the day from
his skin. He washed his hair as well until it was silky and smooth, clean from all the sweat and dirt.
Once he was nice and clean, he twisted off the shower to let hot water pour into the tub as he
stepped outside, grabbing a towel to dab away the water from his face and blond hair. Once the hot
water was flowing properly into the tub, he plugged up the drain and let the tub fill with steaming
hot water that would feel good against his muscles.

He searched through his small basket of bath bombs under his sink for something nice to use
because he felt like soaking for a while and he felt like he deserved a little treat after working so
hard all day. It had been a while since he took a long bath and he was looking forward to it.
Considering he had been so productive that day, he was looking forward to treating himself for the
rest of the night and that included a stream with Suga.

After a few minutes of going through his choices, Jimin picked out the glittery pink ball because it
smelled like bubblegum and that reminded him of both Yoongi and Suga. When he dropped the
ball in the steaming water, it immediately started to fizz and bubble, turning the water a soapy pink
and filling the air with the scent of bubblegum. Jimin smiled, pleased and waited for the tub to fill
up before finally twisting off the knobs.

When he climbed inside the tub, he flinched at how hot the water was against his skin, making it
flush red immediately but he enjoyed the feeling, sinking down and making himself comfortable.
Warmth fizzled all over his skin as Jimin laid back against the porcelain tub, shifting his legs under
the water. The tub wasn’t nearly as big as he needed it to be but it fit him pretty well considering he
wasn’t all that tall. Once he settled down, rubbing scented glitter pink water all over his arms,
shoulders and up his neck, Jimin tipped his head back against the edge of the tub and relaxed.

The bubblegum scent filled his senses and he couldn’t help but think of Yoongi. He wondered
what the man was doing in that very moment. He was probably hunched over his laptop, either
editing pictures from his recent wedding gig, or working hard on a new song he had been
struggling with. Either way, Jimin imagined the soft glow of the computer screen caressing his
pretty face in all the right places. He hoped Yoongi had eaten dinner and was taking good care of
himself because Jimin knew the man could forget to do so when he was lost in his work.

Then, he thought of what Suga might be doing. Before the stalking incident came into place, Jimin
never thought about what the boy might do in his daily life. Until that moment, he had simply been
someone on a screen who he cared about but was stuck in this little box. When Suga told them all
he was moving, because of a stalker, Jimin had immediately been worried for the boy’s well-
being. Something like that wasn’t a possibility to Jimin’s mind and it was so very clear how real
such a situation was. It had to be terrifying for the boy. Jimin had seen the disgusting things people
had written in the chat before being banned and if Suga’s stalker was anything like those people, it
was something to be concerned over.

But Suga was safe now, so Jimin assumed. He was in a new place, presumably very far away from
his old place and now he felt safe enough to have a stream. That was a positive thing but it did
make Jimin worry that something similar might happen to the boy again. Hopefully, he was taking
extra caution to prevent that. Suga didn’t deserve things like that. He seemed like a really nice boy,
even outside of the persona he put on for his shows. And of course Jimin knew it was just a
persona. He had seen the real Suga slip through in that first email where the boy informed them
about his situation. He had been angry, very angry, and that wasn’t something they had seen from
him before. It was another reminder that Suga was human, just like the rest of them and had a life
outside of his little pink fluffy bubble.

Jimin was sure the real Suga, the person he was outside of his camming was just as nice as the boy
they got to see. There was more to him than what he did, Jimin was sure, and that made him
wonder what the boy was doing right now, hours before his stream. Did he have a ritual he did to
prepare beforehand? Or did he just do normal human things like cleaning up his home or cooking
himself dinner? Was he taking a bath like Jimin, getting himself all clean for the upcoming stream
or was he curled up on his couch stuffing his face with food? There were a million things the boy
could be doing and all of them brought a smile to Jimin’s face because he was just so glad Suga
was safe wherever he was.

Jimin soaked in the tub until he felt his skin start to prune and the water cool off. He rubbed more
water up his arms and over his collarbones and shoulders to spread the bubblegum scent father
until he figured it was time to get out. He pulled the plug so the water could drain out before
getting to his feet and stepping out, snatching up the same towel from before and dabbing it against
his warm skin to dry off.

The bathroom air was a little muggy and warm so he popped open the bathroom door to let a little
cool air in while he wrapped the towel around his body and moved to the sink to start combing the
knots out of his hair. His reflection looked pleased, his lips plump and pink, his golden skin
flushed and glistening with pink glitter. His roots were starting to show in the blond and Jimin
wondered if he should let them or start over with a new color. He was very fond of the blond and
so he figured he would talk to Taehyung about it the next time he saw him seeing as the man was
the best when it came to hair salons and such.

Once he was all done, Jimin snatched up the blue speaker and left the bathroom. He tossed the
speaker onto his bed, watching it bounce slightly and muffle the music before it rolled over and the
soft music spread out through his bedroom again. Jimin didn’t see much of a point in getting
dressed but it was a little too cold to wander around the apartment naked and so he pulled on a pair
of old sweatpants to at least cover his private parts.
He still had over an hour before Suga’s stream was going to start and so Jimin shuffled back out
into the main area of the apartment to make sure the door was locked up nice and tight. Then he
grabbed a bag of chips to snack on and a bottle of water before returning to his bedroom. He closed
the door out of habit and plopped down on his bed to grab his still plugged in phone. He had a new
message from Yoongi, sent while Jimin had been in the tub.

Pretty Hyung | i think i’ll take you up on that food offer later.

Jimin’s heart skipped in his chest and he rolled over onto his stomach to reply, heat rushing
through him at the thought that Yoongi wanted to see him again.

Anytime, pretty boy. Just let me know.

Jimin wasn’t expecting a reply too quickly so he flicked through his phone to check through all his
social media in hopes of finding something to preoccupy himself for the next hour or so. He was
surprised when his phone vibrated in his hand and Yoongi’s nickname popped up at the top.

Pretty Hyung | later i think. i’ll let you know. i really need to finish this damn thing.

You got this hyung!

Jimin sent a series of emojis including a kissy face that made him giggle into his blankets. He felt
so good right now. For a day that had been a little stressful, it was turning out to be rather nice. He
took time to take care of himself, to finish up a few things and being productive always made him
feel better. And now Yoongi wanted to have some late night food with him and Jimin was also
going to hopefully see Suga’s stream and it was a good night. If Yoongi asked him out before
Suga’s stream started up, Jimin would be sure to forgo the stream in order to see Yoongi again and
so he wasn’t too worried about it.

Yoongi sent back his own kissy face, making Jimin let out a squeak of happiness and roll around
on his bed like the completely infatuated fool that he was. Oh, he was in deep with Yoongi. So
very deep and yet Jimin didn’t feel like he was drowning. Usually, at this point in a crush, Jimin
would start to panic. But Yoongi was different. Yoongi didn’t make him feel like he was weird, or
like he was too much. Yoongi made him feel safe and comfortable and that was more important
than anything else. Jimin was almost certain he wasn’t alone in his bubbling feelings and one of
these days soon he was going to confess. Maybe tonight, if they went out for food. He just needed
to find the right moment but they never seemed to come. Truthfully, he was still a little terrified
and perhaps that was what continued to hold him back.

By the time ten rolled around, Jimin was lost in his thoughts of possible dates with Yoongi. He
only snapped out of them when he glanced at the clock and found it was five to ten. He lurched out
of his bed quickly, killing the music on his phone and hurrying to his laptop. Considering the
electronic was fully charged, he unplugged it and brought it over to his bed, settling it down
carefully on the blue comforter. He tucked away his speaker in the bedside drawer and grabbed his
bottle of lube because why the fuck not. He was going to take care of himself tonight for a little
while and lube was always a plus.

After shucking off his sweatpants, leaving him fully nude, Jimin climbed back onto his bed and
settled against the headboard with a few pillows softening his lower back. He pulled his laptop
over so he could bring it back to life and folded his legs comfortably in front of him. It didn’t take
him long at all to click on Suga’s website and he quickly signed himself in with anticipation
sparkling along his skin.

Just the thought of seeing Suga again, live and well and pretty, was enough to make heat start to
pool in the pit of Jimin’s stomach. He felt warm already, his heart pattering in his chest as the
website logged in and brought him to the pink homepage. There was nothing new there that Jimin
could see, which made sense, and so he clicked over to the live stream tab to bring the feed up.

Instead of the cute little pink kitten greeting him like normal in the video box, there were two
cartoon kittens this time, one pink and one blue. They looked rather cute, curled together in the
center of the screen as they slept on top of one another. Above them, the words ‘Streaming Soon’
were written in a lovely bubbly pink font and Jimin’s skin prickled with excitement. It seemed
Suga got a new waiting screen and it was as adorable as the boy himself.

While he waited for the stream to start up, Jimin made himself comfortable in his pile of pillows
and brought one over to rest in his lap so he could pull the laptop on top of it. He didn’t need his
dick resting on the bottom of his laptop after all. He thought about headphones only after he was
comfortable and then he realized he didn’t really need them. Taehyung wasn’t home, he was all
alone and he could just let Suga’s soft sounds play through his speakers normally. He turned up
the sound a little higher than normal so he could hear them properly and then settled to wait
patiently.

The screen with the kittens flickered exactly when Jimin’s laptop clock ticked over to 10:00 and he
sat up straighter in anticipation, his breath catching in his throat and his heart rate picking up. The
chat had already been going for a little while but now it was going wild, so many words shooting
up quickly. Jimin adjusted his screen so the video box was bigger and he waited with baited breath
for the screen to finally bring on the live feed.

A few seconds later, the kittens were replaced with the live feed and Jimin’s entire world centered
around what he was seeing. Unlike usual, Suga wasn’t out of view in the beginning of his stream.
No, he was sitting right there in the center of the bed with his sparkly pink laptop pulled into his
lap, startling Jimin just slightly.

The first thing Jimin noticed was the hair. Gone was Suga’s fairy floss pink hair. The strands were
the same length as before, the same soft looking fluffy waves but instead, they were black which
made Jimin’s breath catch in his throat. Jet black strands curled around his cute little ears, over his
heavy brow, and against his cheeks, bringing out his naturally pale skin all the more. Jimin had
always thought black looked stunning on the boy and now he knew so more than ever. He
imagined Suga changed his hair when he moved, so perhaps to blend in a little better in a new
place and that made sense to Jimin, he was just surprised. And maybe he missed the pink just a
little bit.

The next thing he noticed was Suga’s overall appearance. The boy was sitting in the middle of the
same pink canopy bed as before, the pink fabric wrinkled around his legs. His head was ducked
down slightly as he fiddled with his laptop but Jimin could see the white mask that covered his
nose, cheeks, mouth, and chin. The color looked stark against the darkness of his hair and there
was a cute little smiling cat mouth on the fabric along with pink little lines alluding to a cute blush.
It was one of the cuter masks Jimin had seen on Suga and he felt the expression fit the boy rather
well.

Before Jimin could take in more, Suga finally lifted his head and those intensely dark eyes were
staring at him through the camera. In his peripheral, he saw the chat going absolutely insane but
Suga had his full attention. The boy tilted his head to the side slightly before he finally pushed the
laptop away from him. He let it settle carefully to the side and he sat up straighter to show himself
off, lifting up one hand to tinkle his fingers in a wave.

God, he was adorable. Sometimes Suga was fully dressed when he started a stream and sometimes
he was already stripped down into his underwear of choice. Today, he was fully dressed but Jimin
was in no way disappointed. He looked fucking adorable and Jimin’s chest fluttered from how
cute the boy looked.

Suga was sitting in a W shape on the bed, his hands curled atop his thighs as he stared at the
camera, tilting his head from side to side occasionally as he showed off his outfit slowly. Jimin’s
eyes scanned over him starting from his feet all the way up to his head. His feet were covered in
pale pink ankle boots, the laces tied tight and the white sole digging slightly into his ass seeing as
he was sat partly on them. His creamy legs were covered all the way up the thighs with soft white
leggings that had a cute print of a cartoon bunny on them, patterned all the way up the front of his
legs until they disappeared under the very short white jean shorts he was wearing over them. Jimin
couldn’t tell if they were stockings, leggings or pantyhose but they hugged every curve of his legs,
stretched around his plump thighs and made his mouth drool a little bit. The shorts were so damn
small that they were nearly impossible to see thanks to the long white sweater he was wearing and
Jimin only picked up on them after the boy shifted slightly on his knees.

The sweater itself was one of the more cute things Jimin had seen the boy wear before and he was
by no means complaining. The length was long, curling all the way down his thighs and over the
curve of his ass. The sleeves were just as long, covering his entire hands so he had to bunch them
up in order to show his fingernails, which were painted a pretty pastel pink color to match his
outfit. The sweater had a similar pink and white cartoon pig and strawberry print on it as the
leggings did, set into a cute nine square pattern with the words ‘100% cute’ at the top in English.
Cute was an understatement, Jimin thought. To top it all off, Suga had a cute pink leather collar on
around his slim pale neck with a silver chain that looped up to a heart-shaped lock.

All around it was a cute as fuck outfit and Jimin found his body already flushing with warmth at
the thought of getting those clothes off him. There wasn’t nearly enough pretty pale skin to see for
his liking and he wondered if that was part of the play this time. Suga seemed like he was going to
take his time tonight and Jimin was thrilled.

After showing himself off a little bit, Suga shifted to grab his laptop again and type a greeting into
the chat. It gave Jimin the chance to look at something other than the pretty boy in front of him.
His eyes scanned the room Suga was in quickly, taking in everything he could. The room didn’t
look all that different from the one he had before but Jimin did notice a window to the side that
wasn’t there before. Only half of it was in view of the camera but he could see it was covered in
sheer pink curtains overtop a solid white, matching the rest of the room. He recognized most
everything else in the room and he was glad Suga was able to make himself comfortable in a new
place.

Suga pushed his laptop away again after greeting the chat and shifted around so he could sit on his
butt and brought both of his legs in front of himself, bending his knees so he could start unlacing
one of the boots. He did so slowly, carefully, and it was in that moment that Jimin came to realize
he was going to be teased tonight. Suga moved like he had all the time in the world and Jimin
loved watching those long fingers as they tugged at the laces elegantly.

Carefully, Suga tugged one boot off, revealing his stocking clad foot and then moved to the other,
taking his time with that one as well. The chat was moving too quick to keep up with and so Jimin
ignored it as he was prone to do, too focused on the pretty human being in front of him. Once his
boots were off, Suga kicked them to the floor so they landed with a solid ‘thump’ that proved this
stream certainly had sound even if it was quiet right now.

Next, Suga twisted around so he was back on his knees again, sitting upon them. There was a soft
humming sound that came from the boy’s throat as he wiggled his hips and shifted on the bed. He
was showing off again, seemingly debating what he was going to do next. His eyes locked with the
camera, the dark depths sparkling with a hint of mischief before he seemed to decide on what the
do next.

Jimin watched with a tight throat as Suga twisted around on the bed so his back was to the camera.
He remained on his knees and then he arched forward, stretching out over the bed like a cat and
Jimin bit hard into his lip because the way those shorts stretched over his small but ample ass was
enough to make him want to groan. How was he so fucking attractive? The boy was going to make
him pop a blood vessel one of these days, he just knew it.

As Suga arched forward, spreading his hands out over the bed, his pink and white sweater slid up
his back, revealing pale skin that Jimin wanted to lather his tongue over. Satisfied he had teased
just a little bit, Suga rolled back around to face them on his knees once again and rubbed his hands
over his own thighs, his short nails catching on the thin fabric of his leggings. There was a hint of
pale skin beneath those shorts that made Jimin wonder of those weren’t leggings at all but instead
stockings. He was excited to find out for sure.

Suga moved his hands from his thighs to up his body, rubbing at his sides and them up his neck till
his long fingers curled over his own chin and then his nails caught into the pale slope of his throat
before dragging down. Suga’s eyes fluttered shut as he clawed down the length of his neck, leaving
red marks behind until he came to a stop at the hem of the sweater, just above his prominent
collarbones.

When he opened his eyes again, they were a little heavier, a little darker and Jimin imagined the
boy was starting to work himself up. Jimin sure felt worked up already, his cock throbbing to life
against the pillow in his lap but he ignored it for now. Suga had only just started after all and Jimin
wanted to see every single thing the boy had to offer them tonight.

After feeling himself up for a few more minutes, Suga’s hands finally dropped to the front of his
shorts. He scratched at the hem of the shorts, just over his plump thighs a few times before clawing
back up, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. Jimin heard the boy’s breath hitch and his
heart swelled at the sound, begging for more just like it.

Suga leaned up on his knees so he could tuck the hem of his sweater up against his belly in order to
show off the front of his shorts. That was when Jimin noticed the clear outline of his cock in the
shorts. It was thick, hard and heavy, laying across the line of where his thigh met pelvis. Jimin was
certain that was the only way the boy could fit his cock in those tiny shorts and his mouth watered
at the thought. Oh, he wanted to mouth at that cock through those shorts so badly. He wanted to
know what he tasted like, what he smelled like.

Suga’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he started to stroke along the length of his cock through the
fabric of his shorts. There was a hint of a flush peeking through his mask, just at the top of his
cheeks and Jimin could see the boy was already starting to get lost in his play. His eyes were still
sharp and clear, but the haze of lust was starting to cloud at the edges and Jimin knew it wouldn’t
be long.

After stroking himself a few times, Suga’s fingers finally dropped to the button on those shorts and
Jimin was surprised that they were going to be the first thing he removed. Jimin had been
expecting the heavy sweater, which was already making the available skin of his neck and throat
flush red from arousal and heat. Then it was almost as if Suga heard his thoughts because after
popping the button free on his shorts, Suga stopped and reached for the hem of his sweater instead.

Suga pulled the fabric over his head in one effortless fluid motion and tossed it to the side,
revealing nothing both beautiful pale skin to the world. He was flushed lightly, a lovely pink color
just beneath the surface and he shook out his black hair to even it out after the mess it became from
tugging his sweater off. He looked good sitting there without a shirt on, his small nipples pretty
and pink against his pale skin. He shivered slightly now that he was topless and Jimin noticed that
the shorts were not just very short, but also high waisted. They came over his belly button, making
the soft skin of his belly dimple from the fabric.

Jimin was almost certain when Suga shifted to sit properly again, he saw a hint of lace beneath
those shorts. He swore if Suga was wearing something pretty and white and lace beneath those
shorts his cock was going to be at full attention in no time at all.

Instead of going right for the shorts, Suga started to feel over his own body again, making Jimin
desperately wish he could do it for him. He wanted to feel that soft pale skin, taste it, kiss it. He
was sure it was warm and soft to the touch. He bet Suga tasted just as sweet as he looked and
smelled just as divine.

After leaving light trails of red over his body, Suga finally moved onto his shorts once more. He
fiddled with the little silver zipper and was careful as he pulled it down. Jimin realized after a
moment the boy was being so careful because he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He saw
flushed flesh as soon as Suga’s pretty fingers pushed the flaps of the shorts open and he saw part of
his cock, tucked to the side in order to fit.

Jimin’s throat went tight, his stomach clenched and heat flushed down into the pit of his stomach
like a raging river. His cock twitched and throbbed with arousal, the sight of his pretty cock tucked
away in those shorts enough to bring him to half hardness already. Jimin wasn’t sure when his
breath started to come a little heavier but he didn’t mind it. He was too focused on what Suga was
doing to care.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Suga hooked his fingers into the hem of his shorts and pushed
them down his hips. His hard, flushed cock popped free instantly, curling up against his belly
before bouncing forward to hang between his thighs. Jimin had to force down a groan with the
realization that Suga was, in fact, wearing a white lace garter belt that was attached to his
stockings, holding them up so high up his thighs they almost looked like leggings with the shorts in
place. The white silk looked beautiful against his pale skin and through Jimin preferred black, he
loved any color on the boy truly.

Suga shifted from knee to knee in order to slide the shorts off his body and toss them to the floor
along with his sweater out of view. He wasn’t fully naked now but Jimin was sure the boy would
keep his stocking and garter belt on, as he was prone to do. The white caged his groin so perfectly,
making the flushed skin all the more prominent and the focal point. He settled back down on his
butt once the shorts were gone and he spread his long legs out in front of him while his cock
bounced between his thighs. It was such a pretty cock, something Jimin really loved to see and
countless times wished he could feel it in his mouth, or even in other places.

Slowly, Suga wrapped his long fingers around the base of his flushed cock and gave it a few good
tugs, making his head tilt back from the pleasure so they could see his long throat and the sharp of
his jaw under his mask. Jimin wanted to plant his lips to that throat, flatten his tongue against his
pulse and wrap his fingers around the thick of his cock. He wanted to pleasure Suga so much that it
should have been a little startling, but the majority of Jimin’s blood was far from his brain at the
moment and so, he didn’t pay it much mind. He just wanted to taste, to feel, to give the boy all the
pleasure in the world like he deserved. Was that such a bad thing?

Pleased that his cock was fluffy flushed, Suga moved on to whatever he planned on doing next. He
pulled his hand away from his cock and shifted back onto his knees so he could crawl over to the
edge of the bed. Jimin’s heart skipped with anticipation because he knew exactly what was coming
next.

Suga pulled a small shoebox onto the bed with him and then grabbed his laptop once more,
bringing both of them close. He started typing away and Jimin shifted his gaze to the chat box in
order for him to see what Suga had to say.

Suga | I have a few new toys to play with. I thought we would celebrate!

Jimin could see the way Suga’s eyes crinkled at the corners from a smile he couldn’t see. The boy
looked rather amused with himself and Jimin was interested in seeing what kind of new toys Suga
had for him to play with.

Suga’s eyes scanned over the chat for a little while, reading what he could before he nodded his
head and shoved the laptop away to bring the shoebox in front of him. With his legs crossed in
front of him, his heavy hard cock resting between them, he popped open the shoe box and tossed
the lid away. Given the angle of the camera, Jimin couldn’t see exactly what was inside but he did
catch a glimpse of something hot pink.

The first thing Suga pulled out was a bottle of lube which he tucked away near his thigh. Next, he
pulled out something that looked very much like an egg and made Jimin narrow his eyes in
confusion. And then came the hot pink thing he had caught a glimpse of. It was a dildo, shaped
very much like an actual cock but hot pink in color with a suction cup on the bottom. It wasn’t a
very large size, but it wasn’t small either. It was normal to what Suga usually played with and
Jimin was interested to see the boy play with it for a little while.

Considering the lube was present, Jimin really hoped they got to see the boy prepare himself to
take such a cock in his tight little hole.

Suga placed the dildo near his laptop before shoving the box off his bed as well, the soft thunk
reminding Jimin that he was going to hear whatever happened next. Suga picked up the egg first,
twirling it around in his hands in a way of showing it off to the camera. It fit perfectly in the palm
of his large hand and Jimin wondered if the boy was going to shove that damn thing inside of
himself or something. It was white in color with silver markings on it that Jimin couldn’t quite
make out. Some people in the chat seemed to know exactly what it was and they were excited to
see Suga use it so Jimin figured it was harmless.

After a moment of fiddling with the egg, Suga leaned over to type something into the chat.

Suga | I wanted to try something different and many of you have suggested these cute little
things

Suga | so let’s play with one, hm?

Those words gave Jimin no clue as to what the boy was about to play with but he was interested
enough to find out. Done with typing, Suga leaned back and then spread out his legs in front of
himself, wiggling his feet cutely for a moment as he got comfortable. With his cock trapped
between his thick thighs, the boy looked ready to be eaten. He picked up the bottle of lube and
dropped it in his lap as he fiddled with the egg for a few seconds. Jimin was surprised to see
something pop out of the egg and that was when he realized the white and silver was just the
packaging of the toy.

The actual toy was a soft white silicone shaped egg almost as big as the packaging. A foil packet
came out with the egg and Suga looked over it before tossing it the side. He had his own lube to
use and so he popped open the bottle, turned the egg upside down and poured some inside.

Was he… was he going to fuck the egg?

The thought flashed across Jimin’s mind like a neon sign and he sat up quickly, his breath catching
in his throat because holy fuck. Jimin had been watching Suga’s streams for a while now and not
once did the boy fuck something. Sure, he had rubbed himself off on a pillow, or a soft plush toy
but he had never stuck his dick inside one of the many available toys out there and fucked it.
Suga’s brand was more focused on him being the one to get fucked but this…

Oh, this was everything.

In his excitement, Jimin shoved the laptop off his lap and settled it farther down the bed so he
could curl up, hugging the pillow to his chest and watching the screen with wide interested eyes.
His cock was already a little hard between his legs, shoved up against the pillow and he could feel
it throb with more arousal at the thought that Suga was about to fuck that damn egg.

Jimin couldn’t imagine why the damned thing was in the shape of an egg but he paid that little
mind as Suga got comfortable on his bed. He shifted up the bed a little bit more so he could rest
comfortably back into his pile of pillows and plushies. In this position, he could bend his knees and
open his thighs so they had a perfect view of what he was doing to himself His cheeks were pressed
together, so it was impossible to see his pretty pink hole but Jimin could see everything else; the
smooth skin between his hole and sack, the smooth wrinkled skin of his balls, hanging delicately
and the way the base of his cock sprouted out above them, resting against the curve of his hip as
Suga prepared himself.

All nice and comfortable, Suga locked eyed with the camera once more and Jimin saw the way one
side of the mask lifted up almost like he was smirking. And then he brought the egg over the tip of
his cock, his free hand holding the base so it stood up straight. Jimin didn’t know what to expect
really but he certainly didn’t expect the egg to stretch when Suga shoved it over the tip of his cock.
There was a moment where Suga froze, his eyes going wide and his hands squeezing his cock
tightly and Jimin’s heart thudded in his chest.

Then Suga moved, stretching the egg all the way down to the base of his cock to the point that it
wasn’t even an egg anymore, just a rod of white soft silicone. There was a soft grunt that made
Jimin’s eyes snap to Suga’s face. The boy looked utterly surprised by the feeling, his dark eyes
wide and his brows buried in his black bangs. His throat was straining from how hard he must have
been clenching his teeth and Jimin wondered if there was texture inside of that egg, much like most
toys of that nature had. Jimin had never used one but he could imagine what it felt like.

“ Oh…”

It was a soft sound, a surprised little hiccup, but it was fucking everything to Jimin at that moment.
He leaned closer to his laptop, hugging the pillow in his lap so tightly he almost ripped the fabric
but he was too focused. He needed to see what happened. He couldn’t miss the way Suga’s neck
arched, or his muscles strained. He needed to see Suga fuck something desperately because Jimin
had wondered what that would look like too many times to count.

Suga started out slowly, carefully. He squeezed the egg in his hand carefully, curling his other one
in the pink sheets and then started to stroke himself with it. The egg reformed every time he
reached the tip but then it easily stretched back out with each downward pull of his fist. With each
stroke, Suga made soft sounds, almost like raspy moans and his entire body strained from the
pleasure. The muscles in his arms tensed, his thighs twitched, his stomach lurched and his chest
heaved with breath. His eyes seemingly rolled back into his head with each downward stroke and
Jimin had never seen something so fucking hot in his entire life.

He could imagine it so vividly. Sitting on Suga’s waist, straddling his thighs and taking that hard
cock up his tight ass. He could imagine the way Suga’s brow would furrow, his eyes wide with lust
but rolling back in pleasure each time Jimin expertly rolled his hips. The thoughts made heat flush
into the pit of his stomach and Jimin no longer had to wonder if he was fully hard or not. He was
hard as a fucking rock right now.

And then Suga started to thrust. It was a slight movement, barely movement at all at first but then
he planted his feet properly against the mattress to give himself enough leverage to roll his hips up
to meet his fist. The sound he made was deep, breathy and drawn out, spiking tingles all over
Jimin’s flushed skin. Whatever was inside of that egg apparently felt damn good because Suga
seemed to lose himself in the feeling and Jimin lost himself in watching the boy.

Watching the way his thick thighs strained with the effort of thrusting up made Jimin imagine the
boy fucking up into him, which made his entire body light with thick fire. Oh, how he wanted that.
He would ride Suga into the fucking sunset just to make him feel that fucking good. With a cock
like that, Jimin imagined it would fill him up all nice and tight and leave him sore the next day
with the memory of a thorough dicking.

Suga was fucking gorgeous like that, laid out on his pretty pink bed and fucking into his fist. His
throat strained with his effort to keep quiet and Jimin wished he wouldn’t do that. He wished the
boy would let out all of his noises but maybe he had neighbors who could hear him or he was too
scared to show too much. Jimin didn’t know. He just knew he would die to hear those breathy
moans in his ear and hear the boy finally let himself go.

When his sounds started to come a little faster, a little more high pitched, Jimin thought the boy
was going to let himself come like that. And he was fine with that. Suga deserved all the pleasure
in the world and so he was surprised when Suga abruptly stopped moving his hips and tossed his
fist away, the egg going with it so his slick flushed cock bounced for a moment before falling back
against his hip.

For a moment, Suga just laid there, panting with his eyes closed and his hands fisted in the sheets.
Jimin saw the way his cock twitched, the way the tip leaked a little bit of precum and turned an
almost violent shade of pink. He stopped himself from coming. Was he planning to edge himself?
Because Jimin was completely on board with that as well. He had watched Suga edge himself a
few times and the end result was always mind-blowing.

Once he caught his breath, Suga sat up and blinked his eyes open, the darkness hazy but still alert
enough to prove he knew what he was doing. His pale skin was flushed that pretty pink color and
Jimin saw the way the garter belt dug into his skin from the way he was sitting, leaving patterns of
lace in his flesh. He took a few deep breaths to farther calm himself down and then he tossed the
egg away, the toy making a soft thump when it landed on the floor.

Suga looked a little dazed when he grabbed his laptop and brought it closer so he could type
something into the chat.

Suga | Little intense there ;)

Suga | I have another toy to play with

Suga | I think you are going to like this one

Suga glanced up at the camera after he was done typing and Jimin saw the twinkle of amusement
still in his dark gaze. He shoved the laptop away to the corner of his bed, furthest away from
himself and grabbed the pink dildo once more along with his bottle of lube. Oh, so now he was
going to fuck himself? Jimin wasn’t disappointed but he had hoped to see how Suga looked when
he came from fucking someone. Maybe next time.

The boy relaxed back into his pile of pillows once more and laid down a little more flat against the
mattress so he could better reach between his thighs. He tucked the dildo against his side for later
use before popping open the bottle of lube and pouring a decent amount into his hand. Jimin no
longer felt disappointment with the knowledge that he was about to watch the boy prepare himself
to take that cock.

Suga had such a pretty pink hole. Given the position he was in, he had to grab hold of one cheek
with his clean hand to spread himself wide enough to gain access to that pretty hole. Jimin’s breath
hitched in his throat and he squeezed the pillow against his chest tighter, his arms straining as he
watched in anticipation.

One of those long elegant fingers slipped between his cheeks and rubbed carefully over his
puckered pink rim, spreading slick lube all around the entrance to make the slide easier. Color
spread over the parts of Suga’s face that he could see, including the tips of his ears and he started
to make soft sounds again, just small little gasps that made Jimin’s ears tingle.

When Suga pushed his finger past his tight rim, he breathed out heavily and Jimin felt warmth
wash over him like a wave, making him shiver and wiggle a little bit closer to the screen. He
watched with rapt attention as Suga started to move one finger in and out of himself, lubing up his
insides properly before he could slip another finger inside. He could always take one finger without
a hitch, usually two if he was feeling extra aroused and so Jimin wasn’t surprised to see him suck
in a second finger without a problem.

Watching Suga prepare himself was like an extra special treat they didn’t always get. Perhaps he
was going to this extent because he had been gone for so long and judging by the flow in the chat,
it was highly appreciated. Sure, there was the occasional creep but Suga had moderators to block
shit like that almost instantly. Other than that, he had a chat full of happy pleased admirers from all
over the world, including Jimin.

Suga took his time in preparing himself, staying with his two fingers for a couple minutes to scissor
and stretch in preparation for the dildo he was going to take. He squeezed a little bit more lube
onto his fingers before he shoved three fingers inside of himself. His body lurched with the new
invasion and he closed his eyes peacefully, his furrowed brow the only clue that he wasn’t as
stretched out as he originally thought. It made Jimin wonder when the last time was that Suga did
something like this. The picture set he received a little while ago didn’t involve the boy fucking
himself and if he hadn’t done anything in his personal life than that would be three months since he
did such a thing. Jimin found that hard to believe truthfully but it took Suga more time than usual to
stretch himself properly.

Jimin didn’t mind watching Suga prepare himself. It was a treat, for sure, and it made his stomach
pool with a boiling heat that sloshed against his insides in a pleasant manner. In the silence of the
room, Jimin could hear Suga’s soft breathing and the squishing of the lube fucking into him and
wow, what a sound that was.

Finally, after a handful more minutes, Suga shoved his fingers deep inside of himself and his entire
body went tense, a faint whine coming from his throat and Jimin imagined he jabbed right into his
special little gland. With a drawn-out sigh, Suga pulled his fingers free to the slick sound of lube
and just laid there, catching his breath and letting his hole flutter for them all to see.
Jimin was under the impression that Suga was going to fuck himself in that position, and he was
more than good with that, but then Suga twisted around onto his stomach abruptly. He watched
with wide eyes as Suga slowly arched his back until he was up on his knees and presenting himself
to the camera. Lube was slick and glistening against the skin of his cheeks and part of his thighs
and Jimin swallowed down the lump in his throat from how much he wanted to shove his own hips
or mouth into that ass. Suga arched his back, wiggling his hips from side to side with his thighs
pressed together so all they could see was his fluttering pink hole and smooth skin.

Then Suga leaned on his knees so he was sitting up, his back to the camera. For a moment, he just
sat there, the muscles of his pale back on full display as he seemingly stroked his cock a few times.
And then he twisted back around, crawling to the end of the bed to tug the laptop closer to him. He
gave the camera a sultry look, something that made Jimin’s stomach flutter and then he typed
something into the chat.

Suga | I have a lot of new toys~

There was no explanation for that because after sending it, Suga ignored the questions in the chat
and picked up the dildo instead. He crawled his way back up the bed and to Jimin’s surprise, he
shoved all the pillows and plushies off to the floor. The headboard was a solid white painted wood
and it was usually covered by the pillows and plushies so Jimin was curious to what was
happening. Suga turned his back to them once more, arching over with his ass in the air for them to
see and then he brought the dildo to his mouth, completely out of view. Jimin watched with bated
breath as Suga tucked a finger into his mask and brought it down under his chin.

Jimin let out a noise, something high pitched and desperate as he tossed the pillow away and
crawled closer to his laptop. He couldn’t see Suga’s face because of the camera. All he could see
was the back of his head and the soft flushed slope of a cheek as the boy brought the suction cup to
his mouth and presumably started to lick it. Jimin’s heart hammered in his chest, a desperation to
see the boy’s face forming all of a sudden now that the mask was out of the way but he didn’t
believe Suga was going to show them. No, not after the stalking incident, there was no possible
way.

To Jimin’s relief and slight disappointment, Suga brought the mask back up over his nose before
he sat up again and shoved the suction cup end of the dildo against the headboard. It stuck with a
wet plop and then Suga shifted out of the way so they could see the length hanging from the wood,
stuck firmly in place.

Jimin was at a loss for what the boy was about to do but he was excited to find out.

Suga moved back down the bed to grab his laptop and he started typing away but nothing popped
into the chat which made Jimin think he was setting something else up. After a moment, he made a
pleased noise and then started typing again, this time in the chat.

Suga | see that little box in the corner of the screen?

Suga | click on it!

Jimin’s eyes dropped to the corner of his screen immediately and he noticed a little white box that
had never been there before. He saw Suga push his laptop away once more before crawling up the
bed again so Jimin did as Suga requested of him. He shifted around on his bed first so he was
sitting on his ass again, legs spread wide on either side of his laptop as he brought it closer so he
could reach the mousepad. His cock was hard and heavy between his legs, already leaking slightly
so he wrapped one hand around it to squeeze and hold it in place while he shifted the cursor around
to click on the box.
A new menu popped up and Jimin narrowed his eyes in confusion. There were two boxes to choose
from and each of them was labeled. The first one said main and the second one said Camera 2.
Jimin’s heart leaped into his throat at the idea of a second camera and he quickly clicked on it. The
video feed went black as it switched cameras and then picked up again.

This time, Suga was facing him, his head tilted to the side and his fingers twinkling in a wave. It
took Jimin a moment to figure out that this camera was attached above the headboard because over
Suga’s shoulder he could see the original camera, placed on a tripod just in front of what looked to
be a closet door. He could see parts of the room he could never see before, including the door
which was to the right of the bed, opposite of the window. It was closed and painted white with a
few things dangling from it that appeared to be belts or other accessories.

Jimin wasn’t sure what to think about this new camera angle and he was surprised he hadn’t
noticed the camera beforehand but he had been much too focused on Suga. Thinking back, he
could recall the black object attached to the wall at the top of the headboard which was what he
was currently looking through.

From this angle, Jimin could see the hot pink dildo hanging from the headboard and he was almost
certain this was about to be a very point of view type of a stream all of a sudden which was…

Jimin’s cock twitched at the thought and he found it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

Suga settled on his knees in front of the camera, which was tilted down to see the boy from a
slightly higher angle. He was smirking beneath that mask, Jimin just knew it. For a boy who was
sweet most of the time, he was a damn demon the other times. He knew exactly what he was doing
and he didn’t even need to look at the chat to know.

Long elegant fingers wrapped around the dildo and he started to stroke it, slathering it with lube
Jimin realized and he watched with wide eyes as the boy brought his clothed mouth close and
kissed the tip through the fabric. Jimin groaned out hard and heavy, knowing he didn’t need to
worry about being heard. Suga’s dark eyes were twinkling when he pulled back and glanced up at
the camera and Jimin imagined the boy on his knees in front of him, kissing and nuzzling into his
cock like it was his favorite thing in the world and holy fucking shit Jimin was going to come right
then and there.

He ripped his hand away from his own cock, unaware of how hard he had been squeezing until
pleasure crashing through him like a wrecking ball. He gripped the sheets instead to keep from
touching himself and gave Suga his full attention.

The boy gave the hot pink length a few more strokes, making sure it was thoroughly coated before
he turned around to face the other camera. Jimin wasn’t sure if there were people still watching
that camera but either way, they were getting one hell of a damn show. Suga settled down on his
hands and knees, his ass in the air and poised toward the weeping dildo.

Oh, he was going to fuck it. Just like this. Jimin wasn’t sure how well he was going to handle this.

Carefully, Suga reached behind himself to grab the base of the dildo so he could rub the tip against
his twitching entrance. Jimin almost wished he could see the boy’s face. Was there a way to stream
both cameras at once because Jimin desperately needed that. He needed to see what it was like to
fuck into Suga while also seeing his face. Yes, please and thank you.

But right now, he could only choose one and Jimin found himself too frozen to move. He had
never seen Suga fuck something like this. Usually, he used a dildo in his own hand to fuck into
himself with but this was new and different. He was going to have to rely on the movement of his
own hips for his pleasure. It was new and thrilling and Jimin couldn’t fucking breathe.

Jimin’s breath was punched out of him when Suga shoved his hips back onto the length until his
ass was plush with the headboard and let out the loudest pleasing sound Jimin had ever heard in his
life. His body lurched forward, his fingers grasping at the blankets beneath him as his head
dropped against the mattress. His shoulders looked amazing from this angle, broad and pale. His
shoulder blades poked through the skin from the way he was arched and Jimin watched them shift
as he tried to bring himself back up to his elbows properly.

It took a moment but Suga finally got upright again and he wiggled his hips once or twice to adjust
to the feeling of something solid inside of him. The camera had a perfect angle of Suga’s body,
from his plush ass against the headboard to the way his head was hanging between his shoulders
and his fingers fisting into the sheets.

“Fuck, he's gorgeous.” Jimin breathed out, his eyes wide and his lips slick and plump from how
hard he had been nibbling on them. From this angle, he had a view of Suga’s body he never really
got to see. He had seen the boy from behind a few times but this was different. He had a front-row
seat to the way Suga started to roll his hips, rocking his body forward and back so the length slid in
and out of his body.

He started a slow pace so his body could adjust to the new thick invasion and Jimin watched the
way the muscles in his plump thighs and lower back twitched and strained with the movement. Oh,
how he wished he could be there. How he wished he could grab those hips and guide Suga back
onto his cock just the way he wanted. He wished he could move his hips slowly forward, rocking
into him at a gentle pace so not to hurt the boy’s delicate skin. Oh, there were so many things
Jimin wished he could do but he was happy to settle for this.

Suga started slow but his pace picked up after a couple minutes of rolling back slowly. He adjusted
his hips and shifted on his knees in order to get a better angle for the length to push inside of him.
He arched his back beautifully and grabbed the sheets in tight fistfuls before he really started to
move like he meant it. The rocking was the easy part but Suga liked to roll his hips with each
downward thrust so the tip presumably hit him in the right spot, judging by the choked moan he let
out each time.

With enough effort, he was thoroughly fucking himself back onto the dildo and Jimin felt like he
was the one being fucked. Pleasure coursed over him in waves just by simply watching and he
couldn’t stop his hand from curling around his weeping cock and stroking along with the pace in
which Suga was fucking himself.

It seemed this was the way that Suga intended on finishing the stream and Jimin waited in
anticipation. He watched with wide lust-glazed eyes as Suga rolled his hips in tight little circles
back against the headboard and he was surprised the damn thing didn’t start knocking against the
wall from how hard he was shoving himself backward. Perhaps it was much more sturdy then
Jimin’s bed and he imagined it must be for Suga to feel confident enough to do something like this.

Suga’s sounds picked up along with his hips, soft breathy moans and sharp little gasps that made
Jimin’s skin prickle. At some point, his arms couldn’t take it anymore and his shoulders dropped,
his head burying into the mattress as his hands fisted the blankets on either side. Jimin could see a
part of a flushed cheek and the way his eyes were opened, glazed and pleased with the way he had
one cheek pressed into the mattress so his head was turned.

His gaze was what really got to Jimin. It was heavy-lidded and glazed to the point that Jimin was
certain the boy was lost in his own pleasure and that made Jimin choke on his own moan,
whimpering at the pleasure that pulsed through his body. He wasn’t even touching himself all that
much but he didn’t need too. He was keeping pace with how Suga was fucking himself and that
was all Jimin needed really.

Then something seemed to snap. Suga couldn’t keep his pace steady anymore and he shoved his
hips so hard against the headboard that the camera shook and the sound of something hitting the
wall echoed in the room. Jimin’s heart caught in his throat but Suga didn’t stop. He slammed
himself hard on the silicone cock and Jimin picked up on the beads of sweat trickling down his
back, over his hips and even into the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Black hair was
plastered all over his brow, cheeks, and neck but Suga seemed too lost in his pleasure to pay it any
mind.

He slammed his hips so hard against the headboard that it knocked once again and Jimin groaned
out, squeezing his fist hard around the base of his cock as he imagined the boy doing that to him. It
was overwhelming, truthfully, but Jimin always refused to climax before Suga. It was becoming
hard however and so he had to slow his pace, stroking up and down his cock a little more calmly to
watch the way Suga continued to slam his hips back onto the dildo so it kept hitting him in the
right places.

Suga’s noises grew in intensity, growing sharper and higher until they became a sharp whine, a
warning that he was about to come. Desperately, he reached between his own thighs with a shaking
hand, making one of his shoulders collide with the mattress and smashing his face into the fabric
but he didn’t care. Jimin couldn’t see but he imagined the boy wrapped a hand around his weeping
cock and started to stroke at the same pace Jimin was stroking himself.

Less than a moment later, Suga came with a sharp whine. His entire body flushed with heat as his
climax washed over him, making him tremble until his thighs finally gave out and he collapsed, his
knees dug into the mattress the only thing keeping him up. He whined and whimpered, the sounds
buried in the mattress as he continued to wiggle his hips, making the tip of the dildo continuous rub
against his abused ball of nerves. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, his hands curled in the sheets,
one of them slathered with the result of his climax and smearing it all over the pink sheets near his
head.

Suga’s sounds were all it took for Jimin to finally reach his peak. Everything snapped like a broken
rubber band and he curled over himself, moaning and gasping for air as he stroked the pleasure out
of his cock for all it was worth. Suga’s sounds continued around him as he buzzed with pleasure,
heat washing over him in waves until he could finally breathe properly again, gasping for air like
he had been drowning.

It took a few moments for Suga to finally stop gyrating his hips slowly back onto the dildo, until he
couldn’t take the overstimulation any longer. He pulled off with a weak grunt and simply collapsed
on the bed, face buried in the sheets and body too weak to move at the moment.

Jimin had made an absolute mess in his hands and on his thighs but he found he couldn’t really
care all that much. He breathed heavily, his shoulders rising and falling with each breath as he
watched Suga lay there and catch his breath as well. Burning pleasure left a warm pleasant feeling
throughout his entire body and Jimin reached forward to switch back to the main camera after a
moment in hopes of getting to see Suga’s face again.

Once he caught his breath, Suga finally lifted his head, looking a little dazed. He had to adjust the
mask on his face since there was a sliver of his nose revealed through it wasn’t much to go on. His
hair was a bit of a mess but he looked so beautifully fucked that Jimin had to whine. He was just
too much. How could someone be so fucking gorgeous? Especially after just getting their brains
fucked out? It wasn’t fair.
Suga couldn’t seem to sit up so he stayed where he was, grabbing the edge of his laptop and
bringing it close so he could type with shaking hands after cleaning himself off on the sheets.

Suga | I appreciate each and every one of you for coming tonight

Suga | I’ll be streaming more regular from now on so please look forward to that!

Suga | I had a good time tonight, thanks for joining me

Suga | Goodnight sweets~

Suga lifted his head from the laptop to lock eyes with the camera and he smiled, the corners of his
eyes crinkling as he tilted his head slightly. He gave the camera one more wave before he dropped
his hand back to the laptop and the stream cut out.

Now that it was over, Jimin noticed how hard his heart was pounding in his chest and he still
couldn’t seem to find his breath. Wow, what a stream. No way was Suga going to be able to top
that next time. Which was fine, really. This was a special occasion and Jimin was glad he had been
there to see it live.

The screen flickered to reveal the same pink kitten he was used to seeing and a soft smile curled to
Jimin’s lips. He silently thanked Suga for a good time and then closed out the website before
shutting down his laptop completely. It was thirty minutes to midnight and Jimin felt a little sleepy
already. He had a busy day and that stream was a good way to end it. He hummed to himself as he
crawled out of bed on wobbly legs. Luckily, his mess centered around his own hand and his thighs
so it was an easy clean up.

Before he returned to his bed, Jimin tucked his laptop back on his desk and then collapsed onto the
surface, nuzzling into the clean sheets and feeling more and more sleepy. He was contemplating
sleeping just like this, buck ass naked on top of his sheets before his phone started to go off on his
side table. He grabbed the edge of his mattress to pull himself closer and then he picked up his
phone, his heart buzzing at Yoongi’s nickname.

Pretty Hyung | i gotta rain check that food

Pretty Hyung | i’m fucking exhausted

Jimin snorted because he couldn’t help but agree. All he wanted to do right now was sleep for a
while. Part of him wished he had someone like Yoongi or Suga to curl up to and snuggle for a
while but this was fine too.

You should get some rest, hyung. Gotta stay pretty after all.

Pretty Hyung | ha. ha.

Pretty Hyung | you sure?

Yup! No worries, hyung.

I worked hard tonight too so I’m going to sleep soon!

You should too!

Pretty Hyung | alright


Pretty Hyung | i’ll see you tomorrow, sleep well

You too, hyung, goodnight!

Pretty Hyung | night angel

Jimin sighed out happily and plugged his phone back in before letting it rest on the side table. He
flopped around on his mattress for a moment to get the blankets out from under him and then
tucked himself in, his skin flushed warm so he only used the sheet to cover his naked self from the
rest of the world. He hugged the pillow against his head as he laid on his stomach and he closed his
eyes, eager to drift off into a peaceful sleep. He was excited to see Yoongi again tomorrow, even if
they didn’t have solid plans and Jimin couldn’t help but wonder, as he drifted into sleep, how
pretty Yoongi might look in the same positions he saw Suga in.

Today was a good day. As far as Park Jimin was concerned, this was a damn good Thursday so far
and he hoped it remained so. It was one in the afternoon and his tummy was full from a warm hot
meal bought by one and only Min Yoongi, who was currently humming under his breath beside
Jimin as they strolled through the media shop.

Yoongi had called him that morning with the offer to do something, get out of the house for once
and Jimin had happily agreed because his only class that day was canceled and he didn’t have work
until later that night. They stopped for a small breakfast before heading out into the city and
wandering around from shop to shop. They had nothing better to do and it was more fun just to
wander around the city with Yoongi and show him some of Jimin’s favorite places. Then they had
lunch at a cute little restaurant and now they were in a shop Yoongi managed to point out. They
sold all kinds of media related things like music albums and DVDs. Yoongi had mumbled about
needing a new pair of casual headphones and so they went inside the shop.

It was a nice place, Jimin thought. Very retail, very corporate, but still very nice. He was in quite
the good mood simply because he was with Yoongi and he didn’t have anything lingering over his
head. He managed to work out all the kinks in his routine the night before and he had no essays
due or tests to study for quite yet. So he could happily spend time with Yoongi who also seemed to
be in a pretty good mood himself.

“I’m gonna check out their headphones.” Yoongi mumbled after a moment of being inside the store
and shuffled off toward the display. Jimin followed after him because he had nothing else to do but
a display of the most popular albums caught his attention, which happened to be right beside where
Yoongi was looking.

Jimin paused by the display to see what music was most popular these days and if maybe there was
a new album he wanted. None of the groups he followed had a comeback recently so he wasn’t
sure but it was worth checking out. Plus, the display was cute with little paper kittens taped all over
the place and Jimin was a weak man okay.

Music was playing softly throughout the store and Jimin recognized the song as a new girl group
he didn’t know much about but heard often when he was out and about in the city. There were TVs
set up all over the place as well, playing music videos or clips from television shows. The place
was mostly empty aside from them and the young girl behind the counter so Jimin didn’t seem
much of a reason to rush.

He started digging through the piles of albums to find something that caught his interest while
Yoongi busied himself with the headphones display. He said he just needed something for casual
listening, seeing as his best headphones were for when he worked and Jimin could understand that.
Jimin was busy picking through the assortment of Red Velvet albums when he heard Yoongi
mumbling cutely to himself.

“I fucking swear Taejung is an asshole. Why do you keep going back, Sarin?”

Jimin blinked a few times, lifting his head to glance at Yoongi. The man was turned slightly away
from him, his head tilted back as he gazed at the TV hung on the wall just above them. Jimin
followed the man’s gaze to the TV to see one of his favorite drama’s playing, an older episode
from the look of it seeing as Sarin certainly was currently in Taejung’s arms. But Jimin knew she
moved on from him eventually. What shocked him and made his breath catch in his throat was that
fact that Yoongi knew who they were.

“You watch Summer Breeze?” Jimin questioned, his brow furrowed as he stepped closer to
Yoongi.

The older’s eyes snapped at him and the cutest flush curled over his nose. “What?”

Jimin blinked. “Summer Breeze.” He motioned to the television and it was really cute how
embarrassed Yoongi suddenly became, ducking his head shyly and shrugging his shoulders.
Jimin’s heart fluttered hopefully and he bounced on his heels. “I’m behind on the latest season but
did you see last season? Sarin got stuck between that bitch Hyerin and her asshole boyfriend Jihun.
And oh my god, don’t get me started on Taejung, what an asshole. ”

Yoongi lifted his head in surprise, his eyes wide and his pretty mouth parted. His gaze flickered
over Jimin’s face like he was trying to figure out if the boy was teasing him or not. “Yeah, I’m
behind. I’ve been watching Take Two lately.”

Jimin made an excited noise and grabbed onto Yoongi’s arm, wrinkling the fabric of his coat
between his fingers. “I love Take Two, oh my god! Have you seen the new episode? Do you watch
Siren? I’m a couple episodes behind on that.”

Yoongi blinked at him before a soft laugh came from his mouth and he nodded, turning to face him
better. “Yes and yes. I’m behind on Siren too. It's hard to keep up with all these shows.”

“Oh my god, you like k-dramas. Oh my god, hyung, this is amazing!” He bounced on his feet in
his excitement, his lips spread into a bright smile. “None of my friends watch them. Say they’re
corny and boring but I love them.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. “I know they’re corny, that’s why I like them. I might be picky
about my movies but I’m weak for dramas.”

An idea flickered on in Jimin’s mind like a light bulb. “Oh! Hyung! Hyung, I have an idea.” He
dropped his hand from Yoongi’s arm so he could grab onto his hand instead. Yoongi didn’t seem to
mind though his cheeks did flush a little darker. “We’re supposed to watch movies this Saturday
right? Let’s catch up on Siren instead! It’ll be more fun to watch with you.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi hummed, his plump pink lips twitching up into a soft pretty smile. “That sounds
great, angel.”

Jimin made another noise of excitement and clutched Yoongi’s hand tightly in his own. He was
pleased when the man twisted his palm so their fingers could slide and then link together until they
were holding hands. Heat flushed along Jimin's cheeks but he was smiling too wide to care,
snuggling up against Yoongi’s side in his happiness of learning something new and intimate about
the other man.
They continued to hold hands while Yoongi picked out a new pair of headphones, paid for them
and even when they left the store, strolling out onto the street together with their clasped hands
hidden between the two of them and making Jimin’s heart soar with happiness and hope that,
maybe, Yoongi really did like him too.

Chapter End Notes

Can I just say I am utterly in love with both Yoongi and Jimin in this story? Honestly,
they made this so fun to write. ALSO, WOW WHAT A STREAM HUH?!?!

And so we begin the second half of this story and the beginning of Yoongi and Jimin
finally becoming something more than friends. Next up, movie night! Where some
shit may, in fact, go down. But don't you fret, it's the good kind of shit. Both for
yoonmin and taekook! Also where that little pinch of light angst may come into play.
Hehe.

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Salt Water Taffy
Chapter Summary

Yoongi and Jimin get to know each other a bit more intimately while Taehyung and
Jungkook finally get their shit together.

Chapter Notes

Yeah. It's been a while. Sorry about that. I got a new job and I've been working my
butt off. If you follow me on twitter, you know my struggles. But, here we are,
finally! Updates will come a bit slower than before but do not fret! They will be
coming, I promise! I will finish this story, it just might take more time than I originally
planned. We're more than halfway through now!

I also want to thank you all for the love and support. Means a lot, truly. Keeps me
going.

Enjoy!

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Jimin didn’t get home until close to four in the afternoon on Saturday and that was all thanks to his
co-worker deciding to show up late. He was supposed to get off at two but instead, he had to stay
an extra hour until the asshole finally showed up. So, Jimin was in quite the hurry when he bustled
through the door of his apartment at fifteen to four because Yoongi was coming over in an hour
and he had so much to do. He needed to take a shower, pick out an outfit that didn’t look like he
was trying too hard and had to set up the living room for their movie night.

Thumping music greeted him as soon as he stumbled through the door and he cursed softly under
his breath because he didn’t have the chance to warn Taehyung about his plans with Yoongi yet.
He had intended to do so when he got off work two hours ago and hopefully convince his best
friend to leave them alone for a couple hours but now he was in a rush. He kicked off his shoes
and removed his coat in a hurry before rushing down the hallway toward Taehyung’s room where
the music was coming from.

“Tae!” Jimin called out to be heard over the heavy rock music but he came to a stop when he
reached Taehyung’s open bedroom door. His room was a mess. There were clothes literally
everywhere and Jimin hoped Taehyung’s gecko wasn’t being smothered by the pants laid over his
tank. “Taehyung?” He called out again, this time a little slower and a little more cautious as he
tentatively stepped into the room. The man was nowhere to be seen so Jimin carefully turned the
music down just enough so Taehyung could hear him call out his name one more time.

“Chim!” Taehyung appeared suddenly in his open bedroom door buck ass naked and looking a
little panicked. Jimin gasped and hurried to his friend, hands fluttering around to make sure the
man wasn’t hurt in any way. “I need your help!”
“What’s wrong?”

Taehyung’s eyes were wide, so wide in fact that they didn’t even look to fit his face. “I need to look
fuckable.”

Jimin blinked a few times before an apprehensive look came over his face. “Why?”

“Oh! Now is not the time!” Taehyung threw his hands up, exasperated, and twisted around to hurry
down the hallway and disappeared into Jimin’s bedroom. The blond followed behind him quickly,
feeling apprehensive and suspicious. “Help me make my ass look good!”

“Your ass always looks good.” Jimin murmured, entering his own room to find it in a similar state
as Taehyung’s. Jimin didn’t leave his room in such a state that morning and he knew Taehyung
was the culprit seeing as he was currently digging through Jimin’s closet frantically. “But why
exactly do you need to look ‘fuckable’? Who are you trying to fuck?”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung snapped at him, his head popping out of the closet and his orange hair an
absolute mess.

Jimin blinked. “Come again?”

Slowly, Taehyung’s lips spread out into a wide Cheshire cat-like grin and Jimin narrowed his eyes
all the more in suspicion. “I’ve got a date.”

Jimin’s jaw literally dropped and his eyes went so wide they felt like they might pop out of his
skull. “What?!”

“I know!” Taehyung bounced toward him happily, giggling and grinning as he grabbed both of
Jimin’s hands to squeeze into his larger ones. “He finally got off his ass and asked me!”

“Oh my god.” Jimin murmured, taking a moment to let those words sink in properly. As soon as
they did, he let out a shout and started bouncing happily with Taehyung, unable to hold back his
laughter. “Oh my god, Tae! I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks, Chim!” Taehyung was bursting with happiness, beaming like the fucking sun itself and it
was completely infectious. Jimin almost forgot he was supposed to be hurrying up to prepare for
his night with Yoongi. “I was so shocked, honestly. I thought he was fucking with me. But our shy
baby finally worked up the courage! We’re doing the traditional dinner and a movie bullshit. I need
my best friend, baby. Help me look my best!”

“I got you.” Jimin nodded and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist to pull him back into his room because
Jimin knew exactly what Taehyung needed to wear. Hell, Jimin had been planning their first date
for months and he was so ready for this. More so than even Taehyung was. “What time are you
leaving? Yoongi-hyung is coming over soon. I forgot to tell you.” Jimin spoke as he hurried into
Taehyung’s closet and started searching for the outfit he had in his mind. “I was gonna kick you
out but this works out so much better. Oh my god, I can’t believe he finally asked you out.”

“We talked some stuff out.” Taehyung plopped down on his bed, still naked, and watched Jimin as
he fluttered around the room, collecting items of clothing. “You were right, Chim. You and
Yoongi-hyung. We just needed to talk and he confessed to me and it was the cutest thing ever.”
Taehyung gushed, clasping his hands under his chin with a light flush on his cheeks. There were
stars in his eyes and Jimin was so happy for his friend he could barely contain it. His heart was
thumping for his friend and he couldn’t wait to tell Yoongi about how they finally got their shit
together.
“I’m so happy for you, Tae.” Jimin giggled as he started tossing clothes at Taehyung for the man to
put on. “Did you shower? We need to do your hair.”

Taehyung perked up, catching the shirt Jimin threw at him. “You need to shower before hyung
comes by. What about your hair? Oh my god, what are you going to wear?”

Jimin’s face went a little pale. “I, uh, I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out.” He waved a hand at his
friend. “It’s n-not a date or anything. He’s just coming over to watch movies and stuff.”

Taehyung’s bright face turned slightly serious. “Yeah, but you gotta look hot, Chim. You’ll catch
him one of these days.”

Jimin puffed out his cheeks. “I thought I always looked hot.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully, a smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, you do but this is a special
kind of hot, Chim. You help me, I’ll help you.”

Jimin agreed with a nod. “I need you to help me do something else before you leave too.”

Taehyung glanced up at him while tugging on a shirt over his head. “Yeah, what’s that?”

Jimin nibbled on his lower lip, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Um, think we can drag
my mattress into the living room?”

Taehyung’s eyes went wide and a sly smirk curled to his mouth. “Oh, chim chim.”

“Not for that!” Jimin held both hands in front of himself and waved them about. “Oh my god, will
you just help me?”

Taehyung shrugged though he didn’t look to completely believe Jimin. “No problem, chim.”

With that settled, Jimin helped Taehyung with his outfit. Jimin had been waiting for this day for
over a year since Taehyung and Jungkook met for the first time and immediately had stars in their
eyes for each other. Jimin felt giddy, and almost a little in disbelief that the day had finally come.

“Tell me what happened.” Jimin spoke up after they both managed to squeeze Taehyung into the
tightest pair of black leather pants that he owned, which made his ass look fabulous. “I need all the
juicy details.”

Taehyung giggled softly, obviously very happy and very excited for his date tonight. “Well to start
with, he got his head out of his ass and finally called me.” He rolled his eyes and sighed in that
rather sassy way he had when he was feeling playful as he plopped down on the edge of his bed so
Jimin could lace up his thick boots for him. “It was so cute, Chim!” His cheeks went a little
flushed and his eyes went a little glazed as they always did when he was lost in thoughts of
Jungkook. “He was all nervous and stuttering a bit. He asked me if I wanted to meet for coffee and
just talk and I thought, oh my god this is a date.” Taehyung sighed happily and wiggled from side
to side. “So we met for lunch at that cute little cafe you and hyung go to all the time. He was all
flushed and nervous and cute! He kept playing with his hands and biting his lips, oh I’d never seen
him like that it was so cute!”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile to himself at his friend’s antics. He had a feeling he would be hearing
how cute Jungkook was for the next few months and he was okay with that. Jungkook was cute.
Yoongi was cuter, but Jungkook was cute. And Jimin was just happy his friends were finally
getting their shit together.
“Anyway.” Taehyung tossed his hands in the air, moving them about like he tended to do when he
was very excited. “He was the one to bring it up. I was very shocked. He just came right out and
asked me if I had feelings for him. He stuttered and was very flustered but he asked and I just,”
Taehyung sighed, clutching his hands to his chest, “I told him I did and he got even more flustered
and said he had feelings for me too! And we both decided we were idiots and should have talked
things out a lot sooner.”

“So I’ve been saying for months.” Jimin grumbled. “What made him finally get off his ass?”

“Yoongi-hyung.” Taehyung mused, his grin growing when Jimin’s eyes snapped up to him. “He
convinced Jungkook he had nothing to lose by putting himself out there with me and I should thank
hyung, really. When is he coming by?”

Jimin blinked and glanced at Taehyung’s phone which was plugged into his speakers and propped
up in a little stand. Jimin grimaced and got to his feet, brushing off his pants. “In an hour.”

Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “We better hurry then! Here I am rambling like a teenager over his
crush.” He jumped to his feet and grabbed Jimin by the wrist, tugging his best friend back into the
other bedroom. “You go shower and I’ll pick out an outfit for you. We’ll do our hair together. Go
go! Shoo! We’ve both got hot dates!”

Jimin grumbled but let Taehyung push him into his attached bathroom. “Mine’s not a date.”

Taehyung gave him a look. “When I get back home tomorrow morning, you and I are having a
talk. ”

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up and he twisted around to stare at his best friend. “Tomorrow morning?”

The lightest flush curled over Taehyung’s cheeks. “Yes, tomorrow morning. You’ve got hyung all
to yourself tonight. Don’t change the subject. We are going to talk, Park Chimchim.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but he knew Taehyung meant well so he didn’t argue. He let his friend shove
him into the bathroom and shut the door so he could shower away the grime of the day and start to
get ready for his… not a date with Yoongi.

To say Jimin was nervous was a bit of an understatement. His entire body felt like it was jittering
from the inside out and he was really struggling with keeping himself together. Taehyung had to
put too much stuff in his head and now Jimin was anxious. It wasn’t a date. It wasn’t a date. Yet,
why did it sort of feel like a date?

Yoongi was coming over to Jimin’s apartment where they would spend the entire night alone,
watching movies and kdramas and cuddling to their heart's content on the special little fort Jimin
was struggling to make. It sure sounded like a date but Jimin really didn’t want to get his hopes up.
He did feel, however, that since Taehyung and Jungkook finally got their shit together that perhaps
it was finally time for him to get his shit together too.

Which meant confessing to Yoongi and just the thought of doing so make him a little sick to his
stomach. He had faith that maybe Yoongi liked him. They didn’t talk about dating or relationships
but Jimin had noticed how easily Yoongi allowed him to get so close in ways that Yoongi still
seemed to struggle letting others like Taehyung or Jungkook. Jimin was special to him in some
way and Jimin could only hope that ‘special’ was the same type of special Yoongi was to him.

But confessing? It terrified Jimin. So he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind as he tried to
get ready for Yoongi’s arrival. He texted the older a little while ago, telling him to just let himself
in when he came over because Jimin wasn’t expecting anyone else. Taehyung had already left,
with a grin and a skip in his step and Jimin wished him luck on a very successful date with
Jungkook. He knew the two of them were going to be just fine.

Jimin let out a heavy sigh as he struggled to get the pastel blue fitted sheet over the mattress
Taehyung had helped him drag out into the living room. The plan was to make a nice pretty
comfortable little blanket fort for the two of them to watch TV in. Jimin had already moved the
large flat screen to the floor, propping it up on a few thick books to keep it at a good level for them
to watch while laying down. But he was really struggling with building the fort part. He couldn’t
even seem to put a damn fitted sheet on the bed and he blamed his shaking hands for that.

He shouldn’t be nervous. It was Yoongi. Yoongi who was sweet, kind and always understanding.
Yoongi who didn’t seem like there was any other place he would rather be when he was around
Jimin. The man was never in a hurry and never seemed uncomfortable around Jimin. Yoongi was
no reason to be nervous, aside from the fact that Jimin’s heart fluttered and his stomach twisted
each and every time the older man gave him one of those cute soft gummy smiles.

Ah, Jimin was really screwed, wasn’t he?

He let out a noise of victory when he finally managed to get the damn sheet over the mattress but
now came the hard part. Building the fort. He didn’t have much time before Yoongi was supposed
to arrive and he was a little disappointed in himself. He wanted everything to be set and ready
when Yoongi arrived so he could surprise the man properly. It didn’t look like that was going to
happen however and Jimin was a little upset. He knew Yoongi wouldn’t care, but Jimin cared. He
let out a heavy sigh at the mess of sheets and blankets and almost wished he had asked Taehyung to
stay and help because he was a master at fort building. But, he had a date and Jimin didn’t want
him to be late for something they had all been waiting months for.

Jimin was in the process of fiddling with the strings of fairy lights when there was a soft knock at
his apartment door. He whipped his head around just in time to see Yoongi push open the door and
enter slowly, his hands full of plastic bags. He glanced around shyly before his gaze landed on
Jimin in the middle of the living room and his expression brightened up considerably. Jimin’s heart
fluttered and he was on his feet instantly, hurrying to greet Yoongi with a tight hug around his
shoulders.

“Hey, angel.” Yoongi breathed out a laugh, bringing his full arms up in the best hug he could
manage.

Jimin suddenly felt light, like he was floating and nothing else mattered. Yoongi was here and he
wasn’t so nervous anymore. “Hi! You brought food!” He pointed out as he pulled away, taking a
few of the bags from Yoongi’s hands so he didn’t have to bear the whole load.

Yoongi smiled warmly at him. “Figured it would be easier than ordering out.” He followed Jimin
into the kitchen, giving the mess in the living room a glance of interest before they piled all the
bags on the counter.

“It smells good.” Jimin inhaled the scent of hot fresh food and his stomach rumbled. He had a
feeling none of it was healthy for him but when Yoongi was around, a diet didn’t even matter. He
was doing well anyway so he deserved a cheat day with Yoongi. He could smell noodles, and
spice, and all kinds of sauces. He started to pull out containers to see what Yoongi had brought
them to eat for dinner while Yoongi hovered beside him, glancing at the mess in the living room.

“Dare I ask what you were doing?” Yoongi ventured softly.


Jimin puffed out his cheeks as he continued to pull containers free. “I was trying to build a fort
but,” he sighed much more dramatically than necessary, “the sheets didn’t want to cooperate.”

Yoongi’s snort was amused and before Jimin could even react, there was a soft hand petting his
hair and then it was gone. He twisted around to see Yoongi’s back as the man shuffled back into
the living room where he eyed up what Jimin had already attempted to do with a thoughtful look.

“How about you get the bed ready and I’ll work on this.” Yoongi offered, glancing over his
shoulder at Jimin in the kitchen.

Jimin’s heart fluttered from the soft look on Yoongi’s face and he nodded without thinking.
Yoongi’s pretty lips lifted into a smile, showing parts of his teeth and his gums and then he was
moving, collecting the sheets and blankets to start separating them by sturdiness.

Jimin finished up in the kitchen, tossing the plastic bags in the recycling before joining Yoongi in
the living room. Making the bed was something he could do. He stole the biggest comforter from
Yoongi’s pile with a cheeky smile that earned him a playful slap on his backside before he skipped
off to collect two pillows from his room.

His entire body was flushing with happiness because Yoongi hadn’t thought his idea of building a
fort for them to cuddle in was stupid. Yoongi hadn’t even questioned it and Jimin was buzzing
from so much happiness he couldn’t contain it. When he skipped back into the living room with
arms full of pillows, Yoongi seemed to notice his bright smile but only returned it instead of
questioning it.

Yoongi really had a way of making everything in Jimin's life just a little bit better.

Jimin crawled onto the mattress to start setting up a nice comfortable place for them to relax on
while Yoongi set to work building the fort. He made it look easy by pulling up their two dining
chair onto either side of the mattress and used the back of the couch for more leverage. Jimin
focused on his own work but he did notice when the mattress suddenly had a roof and he didn’t see
the full fort until he was done and crawled out to see what Yoongi had accomplished.

Jimin let out a soft gasp once he was on his feet and he looked over the fort with slightly wide eyes.
Yoongi had used most of his thin blue sheets to build the bulk of the roof, attached to the chairs
and couch in knots and with wooden clothespins. Along with the sheets, the small fairy lights
Jimin had been fiddling with were strung all over the place, around the chairs and over the roof
until they draped down the opening. They twinkled prettily and Jimin’s heart was full to bursting
because it looked so pretty and comfortable.

“You did it.” He breathed out, turning to Yoongi who was busy securing a blanket to the back of
the couch.

Yoongi finished what he was doing and offered Jimin a shy little smile. “I’ve built a blanket fort or
two in my lifetime.”

“I love it.” Jimin stated. “I’m never taking it down.”

Yoongi’s laugh was soft, sweet and a little embarrassed as he came around the fort to stand beside
Jimin and observe his work. “Isn’t that your mattress? Don’t you need that?”

“I sleep here from now on.” Jimin nodded his head for emphasis, the corners of his lips twitching
into a smile that spread when Yoongi snorted at him.

“Come on, angel.” Yoongi’s fingers brushed over the back of his hand and heat spiked up Jimin’s
arm. Before he could reach out to take Yoongi’s hand, the older pulled away toward the kitchen.
“Let’s get some food and get comfortable.”

Jimin smiled brightly and hurried to follow the other, happy to oblige. Now that the fort was out of
the way, Jimin took notice of how Yoongi was dressed. He looked attractively comfortable. The
form-fitting black pants had rips in the knees but hugged every curve in the best way. He had on a
black sweater that looked a size or two too big for him but it was cute in a way, with the peaks of a
white undershirt showing the slope of the neck. He looked warm, comfortable and adorable. Jimin
wanted to hug him again but he wasn’t sure how appropriate that would be at the moment.

They made light conversation about their days while they set up the coffee table with food, seeing
as they couldn’t sit at the table now that the chairs were being used for other purposes. Talking
with Yoongi was so easy, so effortless. Jimin couldn’t say why he always felt so nervous before
Yoongi showed up but then as soon as the man was in front of him, that nervousness evaporated.
They spoke so easily, with no lags or awkward silences between conversations. If silence did fall
between them because they were stuffing their mouths, it never felt pressing. Jimin didn’t feel like
he had to fill it with words like he usually did. Not with Yoongi. There was something about the
elder that made him feel so comfortable, so safe to be himself and that was important.

When their bellies were full to bursting, they cleaned up their mess on the coffee table and stuffed
away the remaining food into the fridge to eat later when they were bound to get hungry again.
Jimin already had snacks collected on the kitchen counter for later and they both grabbed a bottled
drink before shuffling back into the living room.

“So, I downloaded the first few episodes of the second season to start off with.” Jimin explained as
he crouched down to start up the TV and Xbox while Yoongi crawled onto the mattress to make
himself comfortable. “I assume you remember most of the first season.”

“Vaguely.” Yoongi admitted, grabbing one of the many small pillows to hug into his lap while he
settled his drink between the legs of the chair closest to him. “I remember the plot for the most
part. If I’m missing anything, I expect you to explain it to me.”

“I’ll be happy to.” Jimin giggled softly as he joined Yoongi, settled down beside him with his legs
folded. Seeing as the television was so large and Yoongi had made the opening just right, they had
the perfect view of the screen no matter how they were settled on the mattress. If they laid down,
and Jimin was sure they would at some point, they would still see the screen. But right now, they
were sitting up with their backs supported by the pile of pillows.

“But if that cop turns her in like I’m guessing he’s gonna do, I’m fucking out.” Yoongi pursed his
lips in that cute pout of his and furrowed his brow, making Jimin giggle softly as he fiddled with
the controller in his hands to bring up the first episode of the drama they were going to watch.

“I’m kind of hoping he doesn’t either but I guess we’ll find out.” Jimin pressed play and then
tucked the controller under the chair beside him along with his drink. He leaned back against the
pillow pile, hugging a smaller pillow to his chest as he got comfortable. Yoongi joined him,
pressing their shoulders together and making Jimin’s skin tingle from the shared heat.

They fell into silence as the episode started up and Jimin tried to give the screen his full attention
but that was hard to do with Yoongi pressed so close to his side. His heart was humming in his
throat, his blood rushing from how warm he felt because of how close the older was to him.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach each and every time Yoongi leaned a little closer to whisper a
question into his ear. There was no need for Yoongi to whisper. They were alone. They wouldn't
disturb anyone but there he was, breath warm and voice husky against Jimin’s ear, making him
shiver involuntarily. He did his best to answer any questions Yoongi had but truthfully, he couldn’t
even pay attention to the show because of him. They were so close and Jimin couldn’t understand
why his heart was having such an attack about it.

They cuddled before on the very couch they were leaning back against a number of times. He had
felt Yoongi’s arms wrapped around his body, tucking him close to his chest while they watched
one movie or another. He knew what it felt like to have his head tucked under Yoongi’s chin and
how wonderful the man smelled all the time. His scent varied from day to day but it was always
sweet and a little floral.

Today it was sweet, like an orange with a hint of something floral underneath. Jimin liked his
scent, wanted to press his nose to Yoongi’s throat and just inhale for a while but seeing as they
were supposed to be watching the show, he couldn’t do that.

By the third episode, Jimin’s heart had settled down but the butterflies were still floating around in
his stomach, ready for an attack at any given time. Said attack came halfway through the episode
when Yoongi leaned as close as possible, the back of their hands already touching until Yoongi
curled his fingers over Jimin’s in an attempt to gain his attention. When Jimin snapped his head to
the side, he found Yoongi’s face so fucking close he could see the stars in his dark eyes and the
cute little light freckles over his nose and cheeks.

There was a moment where they were just silent, eyes locked together and Yoongi’s lips were
parted like he was going to say something but the words were caught in his throat. Jimin’s eyes
dropped to those pretty plump pink lips and he didn’t manage to catch the flicker of Yoongi’s eyes
dropping to his lips as well. There was a solid three seconds where Jimin thought they were going
to kiss. There was a pull between them, something that was too fucking strong to ignore.

But then Yoongi shifted, making Jimin bring his eyes back up and the spell was momentarily
broken.

“Are you bored?” Yoongi mumbled through his pretty pink lips. “This season isn’t nearly as good
as the first.”

Jimin blinked a few times and licked his dry lips, not oblivious to the way Yoongi’s eyes dropped
to watch him do so. “I’m not bored but, um, yeah it isn’t catching my attention like the first
season.”

“That’s disappointing.” Yoongi breathed out and turned his head away to look at the screen, giving
Jimin a perfect view of his profile, rounded button nose, pursed lips and twinkling rings in his ear
nestled in black hair. “I guess the first season was so good that they ran out of steam for the
second. I’m just so bored. I don’t care for all this mystery shit.”

Jimin nodded his head in agreement and sat up, reaching for the controller that he had to wake
back up. “We could try something else. There’s plenty of drama’s I’m behind on. Or we could
watch movies like we originally planned.”

Yoongi hummed, thoughtfully. He didn’t give an answer right away and so Jimin let him think on
it while he ended the episode they were on and went back to the dashboard. He was tempted to
move on to Netflix but then, he had a thought. A very small but very important thought. He
lowered the controller into his lap and glanced shyly at Yoongi who was watching him with a lazy
expression that became more alert when their eyes met.

“Or…”

Yoongi perked up, leaning up slightly. “Or?”


“We could talk?” Jimin offered, his voice soft and a little shy. When Yoongi just stared at him,
urging him to continue, Jimin did so. “I mean, we talk all the time but I was thinking we could
like… talk talk. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other.” His voice started to become a
little rushed as he tried to explain because he was nervous again, anxiety spiking up the back of his
neck. “Actually, I feel like you know so much about me and I know so little about you.”

Yoongi perked a brow and sat up fully, laying his hand flat against Jimin’s thigh in an almost
comforting motion. “Shit, angel, I think you know me better than most but, yeah, we can talk.”

Jimin brightened up, a hopeful feeling fluttering in his chest. “Really? You don’t have to talk about
anything you don’t want to, but I’d really like to just… talk.”

Yoongi nodded in agreement. “Let’s do that then.”

Jimin was almost shocked the older agreed. He had so many questions for Yoongi, so many things
about his past and personal life that he didn’t know. And he wanted to know. He wanted to know
every single detail there was to know about Min Yoongi.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick and then we can talk.” Yoongi gave Jimin’s thigh a
tender squeeze before he crawled out of their little hole and got onto his feet. He dropped the
pillow he was holding back onto the mattress and then disappeared down the hallway to use the
bathroom.

Jimin made himself busy by shutting down the console and the tv but once that was done, he could
only sit there in his own nervousness. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to agree and he didn’t know how
much Yoongi would be willing to tell him but he was almost excited to learn new things about
Yoongi. He had so many questions and he was already an open book with Yoongi that he couldn’t
imagine the man had many questions for him.

Jimin downed a few gulps from his bottle of water, wetting his palate before laying down on the
mattress to make himself comfortable. He tucked a pillow under his head and curled up, tucking
the heavy comforter over his legs even when he wasn’t that cold. He almost wanted to change into
comfortable pajamas, knowing Yoongi wouldn’t mind but now that he was laying down he didn’t
even want to move. He checked his phone while he waited for Yoongi, seeing it wasn’t even that
late. He had no new messages and he imagined Taehyung was having a good time on his date. He
gasped when he realized he hadn’t told Yoongi the good news and he intended to so as soon as the
man came back.

Yoongi returned a handful of moments later and crawled onto the mattress to join Jimin. When
Jimin made to sit up, Yoongi pushed him back down with a gentle hand on his shoulder. Yoongi
laid down beside Jimin, grabbing a pillow to tuck under his head while Jimin tossed the blanket
over Yoongi’s legs so they could share it. There was a soft warmth between them that eased the
nerves fluttering through Jimin and he smiled happily, wiggling a little closer to Yoongi in hopes
that maybe the man would be willing to share some cuddles with him.

“I almost forgot to tell you.” Jimin mumbled, cheek pressed into the pillow with one hand tucked
under his chin and the other resting on the mattress between them. “Taehyung is on a date with
Jungkook right now.”

Yoongi didn’t even look surprised as he reached out to curl one hand over Jimin’s hip while the
other found his on the mattress and curled their fingers together so he could play with the rings
Jimin was wearing. “About time.”

Jimin snorted. “You knew.”


“Jungkook mentioned he might finally talk to Taehyung. I imagine you’re very happy about it.”
Yoongi’s eyes were twinkling in amusement when they met his.

“I am.” His lips lifted into a smile. “Mainly I’m happy for Taehyung. He was happy when he left
earlier and since I have no new messages from him, I assume the date is going well.”

“They already get along.” Yoongi mused, letting Jimin curl their finger together so they were
officially holding hands. It made warmth swirl around his heart like a summer breeze. “Now that
they’ve gotten their shit together, I think they’ll be great together.”

“I agree.” Jimin hummed, nuzzling against his pillow in an attempt to get even closer to Yoongi.
There wasn’t much space between them already and he wanted that space gone. He wanted to
nuzzle into Yoongi’s throat and just breathe him in for a while.

“Is that what you want to talk about? Jungkook and Taehyung?” Yoongi’s voice held a hint of
teasing to it and Jimin made a soft noise of retaliation.

“No.” He pouted his lips out slightly, his eyes focused on the cute slope of Yoongi’s nose. With
the TV shut off, the room was rather dark now that the sun was down but the flickering of the fairy
lights cast a warm glow over the two of them, making Yoongi look even prettier than normal. “I
have so many questions for you.”

“I’ll try to answer them.” Yoongi agreed, one corner of his mouth lifted into a smile.

“You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want.” Jimin assured him, adjusting his legs until
their knees knocked together. Yoongi didn’t even flinch, just adjusted so their legs fit together in a
comfortable manner.

“I know, angel.” Yoongi’s smile was so soft, so warm and so tender it made Jimin’s heart thump.

He tried to think of the best place to start. There was so much he wanted to know, like what
Yoong’s relationship with his parents was like. The man usually avoided any hint of conversation
about them and that made Jimin curious about them. But that seemed like a strong point to start at
and he wanted to ease into the more intimate and deep stuff. So he started simple.

“You never told me how you and Namjoon became friends.” Jimin started, watching Yoongi with
attentive but soft eyes. “You said you met in middle school but you didn’t say how.”

Yoongi’s eyes flickered like that wasn’t a question he had been expecting and he almost seemed
relieved, which made Jimin wonder what the man had been expecting him to ask. Yoongi hummed
softly, brushing his thumb over the back of Jimin’s knuckles absentmindedly.

“We met in 7th grade. He skipped a year cause he’s so fucking smart. He was this lanky too tall
kid that was younger than everyone else in class and kept to himself. He was always carrying
books and scuttling about so he wasn’t late to class. He always did his homework and aced all the
tests.” Yoongi’s lips curled up into a fond smile and Jimin couldn’t help but smile in return
because Namjoon obviously meant a lot to Yoongi. “He had these huge glasses that took up half
his face but they were kind of cute, you know? He was cute.” Yoongi’s smile faded slightly as he
became lost in this thoughts and memories.

“I wasn’t a bad student but I wasn’t at his level of dedication. Like, Joon had colleges planned out
already and I was still trying to beat the final four leaders in Pokemon.” Jimin snorted softly,
giving Yoongi’s hand a squeeze while Yoongi shook his head fondly at the memories. “We didn’t
have a single thing in common.” Yoongi spoke softly, letting his gaze settle against the curve of
Jimin’s neck. “Neither of us were very popular. He was quiet, kept to himself and I had a small
group of friends I played video games with. He was school focused and I just wanted to not fail so
my parents didn’t scold me. I didn’t have much interest in school but my mother put the fear of her
wrath in me at a young age if I were to ever fail a test and I didn’t want to let her down.”

Jimin hummed in understanding because his parents were the same way when he was younger.
They were much less intense now that he was in college but they still checked up on his grades to
make sure he wasn’t wasting his time. They wanted to be sure the dancing aspect of his education
wasn’t bringing down the more ‘logical’ aspect of Business. Jimin knew they meant well and he
was glad they had lessened the pressure now that he was older.

“I didn’t study nearly as much as they wanted me to and that was a real thorn in my parents' sides.
One of many…” Yoongi trailed off, his brow furrowing and Jimin wondered if this was the
moment Yoongi finally told him something about his parents. He had already put a few pieces
together. He assumed Yoongi didn’t have contact with them, seeing as he refused to speak about
them but Jimin didn’t have a clue why. Though, he thought maybe it had a little something to do
with Yoongi’s sexuality. He didn’t want to assume too much though.

“Anyway,” Yoongi snapped out of slight scowl and his expression softened once more, “Joon was
just that nerdy genius kid. I didn’t know he was being picked on and bullied. My friends weren’t
like that, you know? We kept to ourselves and played our games and had our own issues of being
picked on for it. We dealt with it, ignored them and shit. We were good kids but we were just kids.
And kids could be real fucking mean, you know?” Jimin nodded in understanding because he
certainly dealt with his own bullying issues when he was younger. “I found Joon crying in the
bathroom one day.” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at the memory and Jimin’s breath caught in his throat
at the thought. “He wasn’t loud or anything. I just heard sniffling when I was washing my hands
and I found him locked in one of the stalls. I didn’t ask what happened. I kind of figured it out by
his broken glasses, ripped notebooks and red eyes. I helped him clean up, got his shit back together
and took him to the nurse. He thanked me all cute and shy and I just, I was raised right, you know?
When someone’s hurt you help them. I didn’t think much of it.”

Yoongi closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose before continuing his story and Jimin
watched him with rapt attention.

“Not even a week later, I was taking the long way home cause I was avoiding the fight with my
parents over the B I got on my math test that day and I found Joon getting picked on by some boys
in our class. He was a good foot taller than all of them but he has this way of crumpling in on
himself to look a hell of a lot smaller and they were so fucking mean to him.” His lips pursed and
his brow twitched in lingering anger so Jimin squeezed his hand in comfort. “Just cause he was
smart and younger than them. It really boiled me up, you know? I hate shit like that, even back
then. So, I got in the middle of them, might have shoved one of them and ended up with a black eye
but hey, they left him the fuck alone.”

Jimin smiled fondly and reached out with the hand curled under his chin to brush his fingers softly
over Yoongi’s jaw. The man’s eyes snapped open at the soft touch, his gaze a little bit intense but
still soft, gentle, as he continued to speak in a soft voice.

“If you ever ask Joon about it, he’ll say I was a tiny fiery ball of fury but really, I don’t remember
much. I just remember helping him to his feet and telling him he should let me walk him home
from now on. I’m not, you know, big. Especially compared to Joon and it’s always been that way.
But, I don’t know, people left him alone because he was my friend and then when high school
rolled around, people left me alone cause Joon was huge and wasn’t afraid to use that to his
advantage anymore. So yeah, that’s how we became friends. We figured out our shared love of
music not long after and we just clicked. He’s always been by my side. Where I go, he goes. It’s
always been that way. When I moved to Seoul, there was no question that Joon was gonna come
with me.”

“Did you two live together in Daegu?” Jimin asked, curious.

Yoongi shook his head. “We lived together when we graduated. I was already living on my own
before then but once we graduated Joon decided he didn’t like me living alone and kind of just,
appeared in my apartment along with all of his shit.”

Yoongi already lived alone? That spiked Jimin’s curiosity all the more about Yoongi’s parents but
he couldn’t bring himself to ask just yet. He wasn’t sure Yoongi was ready to answer.

“He moved out eventually when I started dating people and then…” Yoongi paused, blinking a few
times like he was going to say something and then thought better of it. “Then I decided to move to
Seoul. There was all this shit involved and I spent a long time convincing Joon he didn’t need to
live with me. He agreed eventually but as you know, he lives literally down the fucking block.”

Jimin giggled because he knew very well how close Namjoon lived. He thought it was sweet that
Namjoon wanted to still be so close to Yoongi and he had a feeling that if he and Taehyung ever
decided to live apart, they would still live within walking distance of each other. It was just nice to
know your best friend was that close.

“Okay, two questions.” Jimin continued when Yoongi nodded in agreement. “First, why did you
move to Seoul? You said something about it being for work but weren't you doing fine in Daegu?”

“Yeah. Daegu was good.” Yoongi hummed fondly. “I grew up there, you know? It’s my home,
always will be. And it’s a hell of a lot cheaper than Seoul but…” Yoongi pursed his lips. “I had to
move.” He paused and something lingered in the air between them. The way Yoongi said it made it
seem like he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter and that was rather interesting to Jimin. He
thought Yoongi moved because he wanted to. But, it almost seemed like… He didn’t?

“I had to move.” Yoongi said again, dropping his gaze between them. “And my best choices were
Jeju or Seoul.”

“Why Jeju?” Jimin’s eyes went a little wide because, wow what would his life be like if Yoongi
had fucking picked Jeju over Seoul?

“Best Wedding destination.” Yoongi’s lips curled up into a funny little smile and Jimin could only
blink at him. “Great place for destination weddings.”

“Oh! Oh, right.” Yoongi took wedding pictures for a living. Right, of course. Jimin’s stuttering
heart calmed down slightly at the realization. “Seoul is pretty great for business too, right? You’re
pretty busy.”

“I’m decently busy. More so than Daegu so it all worked out. If we moved to Jeju, I’d only be busy
during the warmer months but in Seoul, people get married year around.”

“Okay, second question.” Jimin let his fingers drop from Yoongi’s cheek where they were resting
to curl against the pillow near the other’s head, his knuckles just barely brushing Yoongi’s jaw.
“It’s a little more personal.” Heat flushed up the back of his neck at the thought but it was
something that had been on his mind for awhile and he was curious.

Yoongi perked a brow but nodded. “I’ll answer if I can.”


“You and Namjoon…” Jimin trailed off and glanced away to their sheet ceiling, the twinkling of
the fairy light catching his attention. “You two are so close and when I first met him, the way he is
with you…” He bit his lower lip, trying to find the right words.

“You wanna know if we’ve ever dated.” It wasn’t even a question but at least Yoongi didn’t seem
offended. If anything, he was lightly amused, his eyes sparkling when Jimin met his gaze once
more.

Jimin flushed lightly and dropped his eyes shyly. “Yeah.”

“Nah. Hundred percent platonic. He’s just protective of me. We’re really close so we touch a lot
but that’s it really.” Yoongi pursed his lips. “I mean, we might have kissed once or twice but those
were completely platonic kisses in moments where either of us needed that kind of comfort.”

Jimin brightened up and brushed his thumb over the edge of Yoongi’s jaw. “Platonic comfort
kisses are some great kisses.” He giggled softly, adjusting his legs so they brushed against
Yoongi’s a little more. “Tae and I share those sometimes.”

Yoongi looked almost relieved that Jimin understood the platonic love between him and Namjoon.
Jimin had met plenty of people who didn’t get what he had with Taehyung so he could see how
Yoongi probably struggled to find people who understood his relationship with Namjoon.

“Plus, not that it matters much, but Joon is asexual.” Jimin blinked in surprise. “He’s pretty open
about it so he won’t mind me telling you. And I support him of course but, well, he doesn’t really
date cause of it. He wants to be loved like anyone else but finding someone who’s supportive of his
sexuality is… difficult.”

Jimin’s lips turned in the corners in a slight frown as he thought about it. He imagined it must be
difficult for Namjoon and he didn’t know the man was suffering like that. “He has you and
Hoseok-hyung. And now me, and Tae, and Kookie, and Jin-hyung.” He offered Yoongi a
reassuring smile that made Yoongi’s lips twitch in return.

“Yeah. He’s pretty fond of you.”

Jimin blinked in surprise. “Really? I thought he hated me at first.”

Yoongi snorted and leaned into the hand Jimin had curled under his chin. “Nah, he’s just
protective. He wanted to make sure he could trust you. He’d good with you now.”

“Well, I’m glad I earned that trust.” He chuckled softly, happily and let his fingertips trail over the
edge of Yoongi’s jaw just because he felt like touching him and Yoongi seemed to enjoy the touch.
“I like him too. He’s a really cool guy. And I still can’t get over that fact that we both knew
Hoseok-hyung before we knew each other.”

Yoongi snorted softly. “Small world.”

Jimin made a soft noise of happiness and wanted to snuggle even closer to Yoongi but if he did so,
he might get too comfortable to speak and he still had questions for the older.

“So, big question.” Jimin murmured, glancing up at Yoongi through half-lidded eyes. “You don’t
have to answer.”

Yoongi hummed and used his free hand to curl his fingers around the wrist of the hand Jimin was
brushing over his jaw with. The touch was light, gentle, something he could pull out of it he
wanted but he really didn’t want to. “I’ll do my best.”
Jimin’s heart leaped into his throat and made a little home for itself there, nestling against his
windpipe and making it a little harder to breathe. He was a bit nervous to ask about Yoongi’s
parents but, he wanted to know. He wanted to know every small detail about Yoongi but this was a
big detail. Something he felt was vital to who Yoongi was as a person. He would understand if
Yoongi wasn’t comfortable enough to talk about it but, Jimin wanted to at least try.

“Right, okay.” He swallowed hard and dropped his gaze to the way their hands were touching, both
intertwined in some way. “I, um, your… parents…”

“Ah.” Yoongi made a soft noise of understanding.

“I just, I’ve noticed you won’t talk about them and anytime you do it seems almost… bitter?”
Jimin’s eyes jumped up to Yoongi’s face to see the man was watching him with a relaxed
expression, which eased his heart slightly. “I don’t want to assume but I just… You don’t have to
tell me.”

“Everyone important to me knows.” Yoongi spoke through slightly pouted lips, his eyes narrowing
only slightly in thought. “Joon, Seok. I don’t really mind telling you. It’s just not one of those
things I tell everyone I meet, you know? But, well, you’re not just anyone.” Jimin tried to ignore
the way his heart and stomach fluttered from those words. Jimin was special and he really didn’t
want that to go to his head too much. It was hard though when Yoongi reached out to cup his cheek
in his hand and gently brush his thumb tenderly just under his eye. “It’s not even that long of a
story.”

“I’ll listen.” Jimin assured him, hope fluttering through his body like hummingbird wings.

One corner of Yoongi’s mouth lifted into a smile and he leaned just that extra centimeter closer. “I
know.” He breathed out and again, in that moment, Jimin thought they were going to kiss. They
were so close and Yoongi was looking at him in such a way that made him feel all kinds of things.

But before Jimin could lean forward and close the small distance between them, Yoongi shook
himself out of it and leaned back into his own space, letting his hands trail over Jimin’s cheek,
down his jaw, over the slope of his neck and then plop to rest on the mattress between them,
leaving a trail of heat in the wake of his touch over Jimin’s sensitive skin.

“I don’t have a good relationship with my parents.” Yoongi started, his gaze settling on their
intertwined hands once more as he became lost in thought. Jimin settled down to listen intently.
“Which, you could have guessed.” He furrowed his brow. “It started when I was young, really.
They had all these plans for me. I’m the youngest out of three. An older brother and oldest sister.
She was… Noona is a fucking surgeon. She studied hard, worked hard and did exactly what our
parents wanted from her. She married high, has two kids and still works her ass off. My hyung…”
Yoongi pursed his lips. “He nearly broke himself trying to reach their high expectations. We’re not
that far apart in age so I witnessed that more than with my noona. She was fourteen when I was
born so the age gap was too much for us to be close. But my hyung, we’re only three years apart.”

Jimin understood that as well, seeing as he had a younger brother with almost the same age gap.
But Jimin was the oldest and he found all of this rather fascinating. He didn’t not Yoongi had older
siblings, making him the youngest in the family. He sure didn’t act like he was the youngest.

“I watched them tear him down and apart.” His nose crinkled from the force of the scowl taking
over his face so Jimin reached out to smooth his fingers over his cheek again, something that made
Yoongi close his eyes and lean into the touch. “I watched him stay up way past bedtime just to
study for a test that meant nothing in the long run. I watched him abandon his passion for sports so
he could be the doctor they wanted him to be. I watched him give up everything to please them and
I refused to do the same.”

Oh, Jimin thought with a soft gasp.

“Hyung’s a personal doctor now. He loves his job, has a loving wife and they’re expecting their
first child. He’s happy now but…” Yoongi shook his head, rubbing his cheek into Jimin’s palm.
“When our parents started turning all that shit on me, I fought it. I rebelled and I fucking paid for
it.” Judging by the way Yoongi’s face twisted, Jimin didn’t like what he was implying. It wasn’t
like little Jimin didn’t have his fair share of spankings from misbehaving but Yoongi looked like he
experienced much more, and maybe even worse. “They didn’t hit me, I can tell that’s what you’re
thinking.”

The amount of relief that rushed through Jimin all flooded out in a long sigh. “Oh wow, yeah I
was.”

Yoongi’s smile was soft, tiny, but still there and Jimin brushed his fingers over his cheek in a
soothing motion. “They didn’t hit me but mental and vocal abuse can be just as bad you know?
They tried to tear me down like they did with my hyung and I just, they were my parents. I didn’t
want to make them too mad at me so I did the minimal I could to keep them at bay. I did my best in
school but I didn’t kill myself studying and I didn’t give up my passions, like music, just because
they thought it was dumb and pointless. When I picked up photography in high school, fuck what
an argument that was.”

“They didn’t want you having hobbies?” Jimin questioned softly.

“No, I had to focus on school, getting good grades so I could get into a good college and get a good
job. I understand now what they were trying to do. They wanted me to have a secure place in life.
But, fuck, did they go about it the wrong way.”

Jimin couldn’t help but agree. His parents wanted the same from him by they weren’t nearly as
pressuring as Yoongi’s parents sounded. “That sounds horrible, hyung.”

“ ‘T was.” Yoongi breathed out a long breath through his nose. “But, my hyung supported me and I
had Namjoon, and later Hoseok. I knew I’d leave home one day so I just had to put up with their
shit until then.”

Jimin bit his lower lip. “Something tells me it all came to a head before that happened.”

“Yup.” Yoongi fluttered his eyes open and for the first time, Jimin saw a bit of pain in those dark
orbs that he had never seen before and it made his heart squeeze so tightly it was physically
painful. “I’m gay, that’s a thing we’ve talked about.” Jimin nodded. “I figured that out at a pretty
young age but it was one of those things I just didn’t deal with. I was in high school when my
sexuality really made itself known. Hoseok… He’s great, you know.” Again, Jimin nodded. “And
before the thought can pop in that cute head of yours, no Hoseok and I never had a thing.” Jimin
couldn’t help but smile softly because Yoongi knew him so well. “ But Seok has an older brother, a
year older than me, two years older than him, who was, is, fucking gorgeous. Did I ever tell you
how Seok and I met?” His gaze flickered in realization.

“Not really.” Jimin hummed.

“Right. We met through video games. There were these groups online you could go into and make
friends and play online with people. I did that all the time and Seok was a guy I made friends with.
He’s lived in Seoul his whole life and so it was a long distance type of friendship for a while. We
were friends for years before I actually met him. And that was in high school. The summer
between 10th and 11th.” Yoongi glanced away in his own thoughts. “I was getting really stressed
out because my parents were on my ass about college and shit and I just, I wanted be a teenager for
a while longer. Joon was already stressing about his college applications and I was losing my shit.
Seok brought up the idea of us coming to visit him for the summer. The train tickets weren't too
expensive and we could stay with him, his parents are real cool. But convincing mine and Joon’s
parents was, like, impossible.”

Jimin imagined so and he was so enamored with Yoongi’s voice that he didn’t realize how much
he was staring at the man’s mouth. Yoongi never spoke this much at once and his deep soothing
voice was so nice to listen to.

“My hyung stuck out his neck for us. He convinced my parents that going to Seoul would be good
for me. Make me cultured and thus a better candidate for college applications. The same applied to
Joon’s parents and we were allowed to go.”

Yoongi’s expression softened into something a little happier, his memories obviously improving as
the story went on. “We had a great time. Seok was just as bright and bubbly in person and he never
made us feel unwelcomed. Even his parents were great. So understanding and sweet. They never
pressured him with his studies the way ours did so it was like a breath of fresh air. They just… let
us be.”

“And that’s how you met his hyung?”

Yoongi hummed an affirmative. “Seokmin was in college at the time. He came home about a week
after we got there and he was… He’s a lot like Seok. Bright, bubbly but in a more mature way.
Well, like how Seok is now.” Yoongi chuckled softly and Jimin gigged his agreement. “Anyway,
guy was fucking gorgeous and awakened something deep in me. What a fucking summer that
was.” Yoongi seemed amused and Jimin wondered what memories were floating through his head
right then.

“Did you two…?”

“It was weird, you know?” Yoongi chuckled and adjusted against the mattress to hook his hand
over Jimin’s hip again, pulling them a little closer. “He was one of my best friend’s hyung. But he
was real nice to me, called me cute and ruffled my hair a lot. I kinda just figured it was a crush and
he saw me the same way he saw his brother but, uh, well.” The lightest flush curled to Yoongi’s
pretty cheeks and Jimin leaned forward in anticipation. “One morning, I woke up earlier than
everyone else and Seok’s parents were gone for work so I was making coffee for myself, right?
And Seokmin just, he was there. And we were talking and,” Yoongi closed his eyes at the memory,
“I just remember him telling me how pretty I was and then we were kissing and then Seok was
screaming cause he caught us and yeah, it was weird.”

“Sounds… crazy.” Jimin breathed out, his eyes wide as he watched the embarrassment fade from
Yoongi’s face.

“I’d never kissed anyone before then. And my first kiss was a guy? I didn’t struggle with that but it
was… like an awakening. Joon and Seok were kind of great about it, helped me figure shit out.
And Seokmin… I mean, he was really apologetic about making me have a breakdown over my
sexuality all cause of him. But, he was really nice about it. He wasn’t, isn’t, gay. Just kind of bi and
we talked for a while about what all that meant and, he was just really cool.”

Jimin smiled warmly and let his hand curl over the side of Yoongi’s neck, where he could feel his
pulse thumping smoothly. “Sounds like you found a great guy to have your first kiss with.”
Yoongi’s eyes were twinkling with amusement when they met Jimin’s. “Yeah, he was cool. But I
came home after that summer fully aware of my sexuality and what I wanted to do with my life.
Seoul changed a lot about me, honestly, and maybe that’s why I came back.”

“Maybe.” Jimin hummed his agreement. “What happened with your parents?”

“Oh, yeah, I knew I couldn’t tell them. They’d flip. I already wasn’t the perfect son they wanted
but to find out I was a ‘homo’ on top of it? Yeah no. I told my hyung though and he was really
supportive.”

“That’s good.” Jimin breathed a sigh of relief, finding it such a good thing that Yoongi had support
from someone in his family. He wanted to ask if Yoongi still talked to his brother but he was
patient enough to hear the rest of the story.

“But, I decided I wanted to make music while I was in Seoul. I already fiddled with it in my free
time and Seok’s family thought I was pretty good at it. Joon always thought I was but it was nice to
hear from someone who wasn’t obligated to tell me that kind of shit cause they were my best
friend. It’s something I love to do and I didn’t want to be a doctor, never did. The pressure from my
parents eventually became too much and everything just exploded.”

“You told them.” Jimin whispered softly.

“They were getting on me more and more about college and one day I just said, yeah I’ll go to
college. But I’m not going to medical school. I’m going to Seoul to study music engineering.”
Jimin winced at the thought of Yoongi’s parents' reaction to that. “Yeah, my father lost his shit. It
was a mess.” He breathed out, pulling his hand from Jimin’s so he could rub at his own face. Jimin
made a soft noise of sympathy and brushed Yoongi’s hand away so he could rub his cheek for him,
affectionately. Yoongi seemed to appreciate the touch, tiling his head into it and closing his eyes.
“In my rage, I ended up coming out to them and… two days later I was staying with Joon cause I
no longer had a home. I figured some shit out, got a job, got a small apartment and managed to
finish high school, barely.”

“Fuck, Yoongi, I’m sorry.” Jimin wiggled a little closer so their chests were only inches apart and
he cradled Yoongi’s face tenderly.

Yoongi shrugged one shoulder. “It was tough but I worked shit out. I’m a better person now
because of those struggles.” When his eyes flicked to meet Jimin’s, there was a passion in them
that made Jimin’s skin prickle. “I’ve been able to follow my dreams by cutting them out of my life.
I’m happy with myself, and my life. I couldn't give two shits what they think. I still talk to my
hyung all the time and apparently, my eomma asks about me all the time but, I’m not ready. Maybe
I’ll talk to her and find forgiveness, but I’m not ready for that.”

“Yeah, That’s understandable. They hurt you a lot.” Jimin spoke softly. “It’s nice that you think
you might be able to one day though.”

“Life’s too short, you know? I’m not going to deal with their shit but if they’re willing to admit
they were wrong and apologize, I’m willing to listen. Just, not yet.”

“Wow, Yoongi, I knew there was something going on with your parents but that was a lot. I get
why you were so… interested? When I said my parents were supportive of my dancing.”

Yoongi hummed. “Yeah. I’m not used to seeing supportive but still pressuring parents? It’s
interesting.”
“They used to be worse.” Jimin admitted softly. “When I was younger. Not… like your parents but
they just wanted what was best for me. As I got older and found my passion for dance, they backed
off a little bit. We found a common ground. I’m sorry your parents weren’t willing to work with
you like that.”

Yoongi shrugged, obviously not upset about it and if Yoongi wasn’t upset, then Jimin wouldn’t be
either. It was his life, and clearly, he was pleased with it and that was all that mattered. “It’s all
worked out I think.”

Jimin smiled softly and trailed his fingers to rest against Yoongi’s pulse again. “Yeah, all those
twists and turns led you here, hm pretty boy?”

The flush that curled over Yoongi’s cheeks was rather pleasing and made something hot boil in the
bit of Jimin’s stomach. Yoongi glanced away shyly before his suddenly intense gaze met Jimin’s
once more. “Nowhere else I’d rather be, angel.”

Oh. Jimin couldn’t stop the bubble of giggles crawling up the back of his throat and when they
burst free, Yoongi’s lips spread into one of those wide, pretty, gummy smiles of his. Jimin’s entire
body shook with his happy giggles and he leaned forward enough to press his brow against
Yoongi’s jaw, the skin warm where they touched.

Yoongi’s body shook from his own silent laughter and he hooked his arm over Jimin’s back to pull
him into a slight hug that warmed Jimin from the inside out. Oh, now he was going to nuzzle into
Yoongi’s neck and get his lungs full of that lovely scent. There was something sweet there, still
like oranges but almost like candy as well. Yoongi always smelled like candy even when Jimin
was certain the man didn’t eat a lot of it. He’d never seen him do so, anyway.

“You always smell like candy.” Jimin mumbled out, his nose brushing along the curve of Yoongi’s
throat.

Yoongi went tense for only a split second but Jimin picked up on it, making his brow furrow and
he pulled back just enough to get a peek of Yoongi’s face. His expression was unreadable but his
dark eyes were twinkling from the fairy lights as they stared down at him.

“You always smell like lavender.” Yoongi countered.

“That’s my soap.” Jimin blinked before ducking his back down to nuzzle into Yoongi’s neck
again, smiling at the way the man’s palm spread over the small of his back, keeping him in place.
“I was just saying, cause I’ve never seen you eat candy but you always smell like it.”

Yoongi hummed, the sound vibrating against Jimin’s nose with a ticklish sensation. “I eat candy a
lot, actually. Usually those hard fruity ones. I like to suck on them.”

Jimin stared at Yoongi’s pale through in surprise because that wasn’t something he had ever
noticed. He was certain Yoongi didn’t suck on those things around him.

“Usually when I’m working. It’s a habit I picked up when I quit smoking.”

“You smoked?” Jimin leaned back in his surprise to see Yoongi’s face looked calm, relaxed. He
looked like there truly was nowhere else he would rather be.

Yoongi’s lips twitched up into a smile. “Yeah, nasty habit that started after I got kicked out. I quit a
long time ago but I get the craving sometimes so I suck on candy instead.”

There was a vulgar thought then, at the back of Jimin’s mind. Something filthy that reminded him
Yoongi could suck on something else if he wanted to but he quickly shoved that inappropriate
thought away as quickly as he could, though the heat from the thought still curled over his cheeks
and made Yoongi perk a brow at him.

“I’m glad you quit.” Jimin mumbled, nuzzling his way back under Yoongi’s throat once more.

Yoongi made a soft noise of agreement and squeeze Jimin in a hug. “Me too.”

Silence fell over them for a few moments, warm and comforting. Jimin felt so nice wrapped up in
Yoongi’s arms and there was truly nowhere else he would rather be either. There was still so many
things he could ask Yoongi, so much to find out about, like his past relationships or something but
truthfully, Jimin wasn’t sure he was ready for any of that. He just wanted to lay around in Yoongi’s
arms for the rest of the night.

“Now it’s my turn.” Yoongi’s raspy voice broke through Jimin’s comfortable thoughts and he
shifted.

“Hm?”

Yoongi laughed softly, mouth pressed into Jimin’s hair. “My turn to ask you shit.”

“You know everything.” Jimin mumbled. “I’m an open book.”

“True.” Yoongi grumbled, lifting the hand from Jimin’s back to trail through the soft short hairs on
the back of his neck, making Jimin shiver and nuzzle a little bit closer.

“But if you’re curious about anything, ask away. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“When did you realize you were gay?”

Oh. Well. That was certainly a thing they hadn’t talk about in detail. Jimin leaned back from
Yoongi’s throat just enough so he could speak properly but he kept his eyes closed because he was
just so comfortable.

“I think I always knew but I didn’t realize it fully until I was… thirteen maybe? Pretty typical
really. Finding the guys changing in the locker room more attractive than the girls they bragged
about being with. It was just one of those things. I didn’t really struggle with it. It was part of who I
was. I wasn’t…. Open about it though. Not till I moved here. And even then, only people close to
me know. Tae, Kookie and Jin-hyung. Oh, and my family.”

Yoongi’s breath hitched slightly. “You came out to your family?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t… easy. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I wanted to think they’d love me
no matter what but I heard horror stories and I… I was scared.”

“But they were cool?”

“I wouldn’t say cool. I think my appa still believes I’ll… change someday. But my eomma is pretty
okay with it. So is my little brother. Jihyun is a great kid. Kookie reminds me of him a lot.”

Yoongi breathed out and softly pressed his mouth into Jimin’s hair, almost like a kiss but not quite.
It still made the butterflies in his stomach go all crazy. “I’m glad your family was so supportive.”

“Me too. Made stuff easier for sure. I don’t think I’ll bring a boyfriend home anytime soon
though.” Jimin felt the way Yoongi went a little tense and hurried to finish speaking. “N-Not that I
have one. Nope, totally single.” Oh, god, was now the time to confess? It almost seemed right but
at the same time, it wasn’t. Jimin couldn’t just say, ‘unless you wanna be my boyfriend?’ because
he was a bit confident but not that confident.

Yoongi hummed softly in understanding. “Singles not so bad. I’ve been single for years and you
get used to it.”

“Little lonely though.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi breathed out.

This was it. This was the moment. This was his chance. This was his moment to confess. It was
perfect. They were talking about relationships, they were cuddling and Yoongi felt extra soft. But,
Jimin couldn’t do it. The words froze up in his throat and he was left curling his fists against
Yoongi’s chest and pressing his burning face into the man’s throat because he hated how pathetic
he could be sometimes. It shouldn’t be so hard and Jimin was just making it worse but he didn’t
know what else to do. He’d tell Yoongi soon. He would but maybe he wasn’t ready right now.

“Wow.” Yoongi spoke through a yawn that suddenly came from his mouth. “I’m getting sleepy
like this. What time is it?”

Jimin made a soft noise, signaling he didn’t know but he kind of regretted it because Yoongi pulled
away to find his phone where it was tucked away under one of the chairs. He wasn’t gone long and
when he came back, Jimin nuzzled back into his throat because he wanted to hide for a while
longer.

“Oh, it’s not even that late. Barely midnight.”

“Hyung?” Jimin murmured softly.

“Yeah, angel?” Yoongi’s voice was so soft, so tender while he pet through Jimin’s blond hair
softly.

“Do you want to stay the night?” Jimin couldn’t say where the courage to ask Yoongi such a thing
came from when he couldn’t even confess but he was almost proud of himself. Just the idea of
sleeping soundly wrapped up in Yoongi’s arms was enough to make his entire body flush with
heat.

“Yeah.” Yoongi answered after a moment of silence. “I could sleep well like this.”

“I-I’ve got clothes you can borrow.” He hated how hopeful he sounded but, this was important.

“That’d be pretty great. Sleeping in these pants isn’t good for my dick.”

Jimin snorted a laugh. “Can’t have that, pretty boy. That dick’s pretty important.” When he pulled
back, Yoongi looked rather amused, even with his pale cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “Come on,
let’s get changed.”

It took a few moments for the both of them to crawl out of their hole because they were just so
damn comfortable. Once they finally got to their feet, Jimin stretched his arms above his head and
heard a few bones pop. He didn’t notice the way Yoongi was watching the way his body moved
because he was busy thinking about what comfortable items of clothing he might own that would
fit Yoongi.

Jimin led Yoongi back into his bedroom and both of them snickered at his lack of mattress while
moving to his dresser. Jimin pulled out a pair of pajamas for himself, some simple sweats and a
loose t-shirt before digging around to find pants that would fit Yoongi’s slim hips. He settled on a
pair of black sweats he was pretty sure belonged to Taehyung but the waist was slim and should fit
Yoongi. Then he picked out of his softest pale pink tees and offered them to Yoongi who took
them with a grateful smile.

“You can change in the bathroom if you want.” Jimin offered, his heart puttering at the idea of
Yoongi changing in front of him.

“Thanks.” Yoongi ducked his head shyly before scurrying off to the bathroom, shutting the door
and Jimin was almost disappointed but he understood.

Jimin changed into his own pajamas and he was completely dressed by the time Yoongi came back
out of the bathroom. Jimin’s heart did about seventeen flips at seeing the older man in his clothing.
The pants were much too long but covered his socked feet rather cutely and the pale pink shirt
almost slipped off one shoulder and he was so fucking cute Jimin wanted to kiss him.

“You look so cute.” Jimin couldn’t even help himself.

Yoongi flushed such a pretty color and rolled his eyes, moving to brush past Jimin. “Sleep.” He
seemed a little flustered and Jimin couldn’t help but grin as Yoongi left him behind.

“Be there in a minute!” Jimin called to him before he hurried into the bathroom to do his business.
He cleaned up his face a little bit too before shuffling back into the living room to find Yoongi
already curled up on the mattress with the heavy blanket thrown over him. Jimin smiled fondly at
him as he moved to make sure the apartment door was locked. He checked to make sure the rest of
the apartment was secure before crawling onto the mattress with Yoongi.

Yoongi shifted around to make room for him and lifted up the warm blanket as an offering. Jimin
slipped inside, under Yoongi’s arm and curled right back up against his chest and tucked his head
under his chin. Yoongi laughed softly but didn’t shove him away. He let the blanket fall over the
two of them, shifted their legs to fit together and then let his arm rest comfortably over Jimin’s
waist.

“Night, hyung.” Jimin mumbled into Yoongi’s throat, his body warm and buzzing even if he did
feel a little tired.

“Night, angel.”

It took Jimin awhile to fall asleep that night. He was so focused on the way he and Yoongi fit
together. On the way Yoongi breathed deeply in his sleep and made soft little noises sometimes.
On the way Yoongi’s hand curled around his hips and how warm the arch of his throat was against
Jimin’s nose. On the fact that Yoongi had been so very open with him tonight and how much that
had to mean for the both of them. They were closer now, more so than they were yesterday and
Jimin couldn't help but think they would keep growing closer and closer until he finally found the
courage to tell Yoongi how he felt.

And oh did he feel. Jimin passed the crush stage a long time ago and was siding easily into the
probably falling for him stage. Which, was okay. It would be okay because Yoongi was warm,
sweet and understanding. Yoongi was great and Jimin knew no matter what, the man would keep
him by his side.

Jimin fell asleep with Yoongi’s soft breath in his hair and their heartbeats syncing into a soft lull.
Nothing, in particular, woke Jimin that morning. He was sleeping peacefully one moment and the
next he was aware of his surroundings and the sound of a police siren screaming by outside. He
crinkled his nose and let out a heavy breath, flicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in an
attempt to wake himself up enough to figure out what time it was and where he was.

Warmth was pressed up against his side and Jimin recalled falling asleep in Yoongi’s arms. His
heart puttered happily at the thought and he figured the warmth at his side was Yoongi. There was
a weight over his stomach and at some point in the night, Jimin had rolled over onto his back but
he wasn’t that far from Yoongi at all. One of their legs were still tangled together and Jimin
dropped his hand to feel over Yoongi’s bare arm over his stomach, smiling at the way the skin
prickled from his warm touch.

Yup, definitely Yoongi. Taehyung’s wrists weren’t nearly as boney.

Jimin savored the feeling of waking up next to Yoongi a little longer but he really wanted to see the
man. He took another few moments to blink his eyes open and rub at them with his free hand, the
other too set on holding onto the Yoongi’s wrist. A yawn broke through his lips and then he finally
turned his head to the side.

Jimin didn’t even flinch at the dark sleepy eyes already staring right at him. There was a soft glow
from the morning sun sprinkling through the sheets above them and the entire area had a soft,
warm, sleeping atmosphere to it. Yoongi’s black hair was a crimped mess against the pillow, the
longer strands falling across his face and his cheeks and eyes were swollen and flushed from sleep.
He looked so fucking cute, Jimin just wanted to kiss him.

A smile spread across Jimin’s lips and he twisted his head a little more to get a better look at
Yoongi’s still sleep-dazed face. He looked so pretty first thing in the morning and Jimin hoped he
got to see Yoongi like this more often. They had never spent the night together like this before and
Jimin hoped it became a new thing between them. He would certainly enjoy it.

“Morning.” Jimin whispered softly, his voice a little deeper and huskier than normal from sleep.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered all over his face like he was trying to come back to the right world and
Jimin waited patiently for him. His gaze searched through Jimin’s eyes before dropping to his
mouth, which made Jimin flick out his tongue to wet his dry lips.

“Mornin’.” Yoongi’s greeting was deeply slurred, his voice such a deep rasp that shivers crawled
up Jimin’s spine. He was still so very much asleep and Jimin couldn't help but smile, wondering
when and how Yoongi even woke up. Did they wake up at the same time? Did his grabbing of
Yoongi’s wrist wake up the man? Or had he been laying there for a little while already staring
sleepily at him? That thought made a light flush curl over Jimin’s cheeks. Oh, if Yoongi had been
watching him sleepily that was a good sign right? Jimin imagined he didn’t look his best but, if
Yoongi looked so pretty first thing in the morning, maybe Jimin didn’t look so bad either.

Before any of those thoughts could register properly in his sleep lagging mind, there was a soft
pressure against his mouth and Jimin let out a noise of surprise. Yoongi’s face was suddenly blurry
and it took a few seconds for his mind the catch up with his body and once it did, he about
exploded from the heat that burst through him.

That was Yoongi’s mouth. Against his mouth.

Yoongi was kissing him.

Jimin’s heart leaped into his throat, making his breath freeze in his throat and Jimin was abruptly
wide awake. He inhaled sharply through his nose and tried to piece together what the fuck was
happening. Yoongi’s mouth was so soft, so sweet and warm against his, just the soft press of lips
against lips and…

And Jimin melted.

His eyes slipped closed and he pouted his lips out to return the kiss, heat flushing over him in
waves from how good it felt. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was still sleeping because Yoongi
was kissing him and it was a million times better than he ever imagined.

Yoongi pulled back for only a second, the click of their mouths parting making Jimin flush, before
he ducked back in, this time pressing their mouths together a bit more solidly. Jimin made the
faintest whimper in the back of his throat because he couldn’t even believe this was happening and
did his best to return the kiss. Yoongi’s lips were warm and plump, fitting against his perfectly and
when Jimin adjusted, he managed to capture Yoongi’s plump bottom lip between both of his own.

A fire started to spark to life in the pit of Jimin’s stomach even when the kiss was soft, sweet and
tender. It was morning, their breath probably didn’t smell that great but that was okay. Jimin
thought he could kiss Yoongi all fucking morning just like this because wow, it felt amazing.

Jimin brought his hand up to carefully brush his knuckles under Yoongi’s jaw and that seemed to
snap Yoongi out of it. He gasped suddenly, loudly, startling Jimin and pulled back so quickly it felt
like their lips were ripped apart.

“Hm?” Jimin questioned, blinking his eyes open to see a look of utter shock on Yoongi’s face.
That… wasn’t good. Jimin’s heart stuttered in his chest and he licked at his own lips, trying to get
himself to focus a bit more but Yoongi tasted as sweet as he smelled. “Baby?”

Yoongi inhaled through his nose sharply and then he was sitting up, leaving Jimin a little dazed.
“Fuck.” The curse was like a punch in the gut and Jimin struggled to sit up as well, still reeling
from the fact that Yoongi had kissed him and now wasn’t anymore. “I shouldn’t-Shit.”

“What.” Jimin’s voice was flat, confusion swirling through him like a forming storm. “It’s kay,
it’s-”

There was a thump against the apartment door, a sign that maybe Taehyung was home and that
seemed to lurch Yoongi forward. Suddenly, he was crawling off the mattress and getting to his
feet, mumbling something under his breath that Jimin couldn’t understand.

“Hyung? Hyung, what’s wrong?” Panic started to shoot up Jimin’s stomach and he crawled to the
end of the mattress to watch Yoongi collect the clothing he had left by the television the night
before.

“I’m sorry, Jimin, I’m sorry.” Yoongi sounded hurried, rushed, and his dark eyes were so wide and
filled with terror and Jimin didn’t understand why.

“D-Don’t be sorry. Hyung, what’s happening? Where are you going?” Jimin reached out to clasp
onto his pants leg, stopping Yoongi from walking away from him. “What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have…” Yoongi shook his head quickly. “I’m sorry, Jimin. I need to, ah, I need to go.”
He was able to pull away from Jimin because the younger’s grip suddenly went slack in the violent
storm starting to rage in his stomach.

“W-What?” There was a prickle of emotion in his eyes and a burning in his throat as he watched
Yoongi hurry to the door and not even bother to pull his shoes on, just tucked them into his arms
with the rest of his clothes. “W-Why are you leaving?” What was happening? The sounds of the
locks clicking open made the both of them tense and then Yoongi was moving quickly and Jimin
found himself pinned to the spot. “Hyung!” Yoongi froze, his wide eyes panicked expression
finally meeting Jimin’s slack, confused tear-filled eyes. “D-Don’t go.” It was whispered, a soft
prayer and Yoongi winced, ducking his head and biting his bottom lip.

“I’m sorry, angel.” He backed toward the door. “I-I have to go. I need… um… I have to. I-I’ll call
you.”

And then before Jimin could stop him, the door was wrenched open to reveal a slightly dazed-
looking Taehyung who still had his keys in the air. Taehyung blinked, surprised, focusing on
Yoongi and he offered a smile.

“Hey there hyung did you…” He trailed off when he noticed the look on Yoongi’s face and before
he could say more, Yoongi mumbled a ‘morning’ to him before he hurried past him, shoved into
his own door across the hall, pushed it open, ran inside and slammed the door shut behind himself.

Taehyung stood there for a solid minute, blinking in confusion before turning back to see Jimin
sitting on his knees at the end of the mattress, just in the opening of their blanket fort with tears
rolling down his cheeks and his fists curled tightly into the fabric of his pants.

Taehyung gasped and hurried inside, kicking the door shut behind himself before throwing himself
to the floor in front of Jimin. “Whoa, what the fuck happened? Why are you crying?” His hands
were cold against Jimin’s flushed face as he cradled his head and tried to clean away his tears.

Jimin was such a swirling mess that he could barely form a reply. His throat was so tight, burning
so much he could hardly speak. “I-I don’t… He.. we… He kissed me.” The words came out in a
breath of disbelief.

“Hyung, kissed you?” Taehyung asked slowly, to clarify and his sharp eyes were narrowed, filled
with worry and concern.

Jimin nodded and he didn’t realize he was really crying until he tried to speak again and the words
caught on a sob. “H-He kissed me and th-then he ran away. I-I don’t know what’s happening, Tae.
I didn’t, I didn’t do anything.”

“Shhh.” Taehyung purred softly, wrapping both arms around Jimin’s shoulders tightly and pulling
him into his chest so he could cry, grabbing onto the lapels of his jacket for some feeling of
support. Jimin’s entire body was shaking, rattling with emotions he couldn’t understand because he
couldn't understand what just happened. Yoongi kissed him good morning and then ran away like
he had done something wrong. He didn't even give Jimin the chance to tell him it was okay, that
Jimin wanted to be kissed.

“I’ll kill him.” Taehyung mumbled into his hair softly.

Jimin choked on a hiccup because he knew Taehyung was half serious. “No, I like him, don’t do
that.”

Taehyung grunted, petting through Jimin’s hair in a soothing motion. “What the hell is he
thinking?”

“I don’t know.” Jimin squeezed out, his eyes shut tightly in an effort to stop the burning in his eyes
but the tears came more out of confusion than hurt. “H-He said he’d call me. That means… we’ll
talk about this right?”
“He better fucking call you or I’m marching over there and bringing down his fucking door.”
Taehyung hissed darkly, clearly upset that Jimin was upset.

Jimin made a soft noise in agreement. “I, um, how was your date?”

“Fantastic but we’ll talk about that later.” Taehyung pulled back to cradle Jimin’s flushed face in
his hands once more and ducked down to press their brows together. “Let’s get you into the bath
and I’ll make you breakfast.”

Jimin breathed in deeply, smelling Taehyung’s usual scent of cinnamon mixed with something that
could only be Jungkook. His heart ached at the memory of the terrified look on Yoongi’s face. He
couldn’t imagine why the man had looked like that. Was he scared he did something wrong by
kissing Jimin? Because he was wrong. Jimin wanted that kiss. Had waited so long for it and what a
shitty way for it to go. It was such a nice kiss too.

They would fix this. They had to. Jimin wasn’t going to let Yoongi run away for long. He was
willing to give Yoongi a little time to get his shit together but if Yoongi didn’t call by tomorrow,
Jimin would beat down the man’s door himself.

With his fragile heart hammering in his chest and a sort of plan settled in his mind, Jimin nodded
and let Taehyung pull him to his feet for a relaxing bath and some food he wasn’t even all that
hungry for.

“Was the kiss nice at least?” Taehyung asked in a soft whisper.

“It was fucking amazing, Tae.”

Chapter End Notes

Oh. Oh is that a cliffhanger? Heh. Whoops. Remember that light angst tag? Here it is.
But don't fret, everything will resolve itself in the next chapter and then we get all the
good soft fluff and sexy times we could ask for, promise. BUT HEY FIRST KISS
YEAH THAT'S PRETTY GREAT.

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Chapter Summary

Yoongi makes it up to Jimin and Jimin takes care of Yoongi in return.

Chapter Notes

Okay. I know. I know it's been ages but if you follow me on twitter you know all the
reasons why and all the bullshit I've been dealing with. But, here we are. We've finally
made it!!!

I just want to say, please bear with me. It's been actual months since I touched this AU
and the flow might feel a little off because of that. But I did my best and I'm very
happy with how this turned out!

Thanks for all the support, and thank you for being patient. Please enjoy!!!

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Jimin spent a total of two hours in the bathroom where Taehyung left him alone for nearly half of
it. Taehyung knew him best. He knew what Jimin needed and sometimes he just needed to be
alone. After running the bath for him, scenting it with one of his favorite soaps and helping Jimin
undress, he left him alone to the soft twinkling of water and his own thoughts so Taehyung could
figure out what they had for Jimin to eat; not that Jimin even wanted to eat.

He had sunk down in the water, curled up in a ball, arms hugging his knees to his chest tightly and
just cried. His entire body was a whirlwind of emotion that he couldn’t piece together and there
was nothing he could currently do about it. After a little while of that, Jimin actually managed to
clean himself up a bit and by the time Taehyung came back into the bathroom with that soft tender
smile of his, Jimin was sitting dripping wet on the rug in front of the drained bathtub with a towel
around his shoulders because he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Taehyung sat down with him then, unbothered by the fact that everything was wet, and let Jimin
lean on his shoulder for support. Taehyung talked, his deep soothing voice swirling around through
Jimin’s foggy mind and helped him focus a little better on the world around him. Taehyung told
him about his first official date with Jungkook which had gone abso-fucking-lutely fantastic,
according to his best friend. Jimin wasn't surprised in the least.

He had always known Taehyung and Jungkook would get their shit together one day and he was
happy for his best friend. He wanted to show that he was happy, wanted to support his friend in this
new fresh wonderful thing in his life and yet he wasn’t able to. Taehyung didn’t seem bothered by
it. Jimin did currently have his own relationship crisis occurring and wow, what horrible timing
really.

It wasn’t like Jimin asked for this. He just…


He wanted Yoongi but he wanted to go about it the right way. He didn’t have much of a plan but
the bit that he did have involved confessing to Yoongi properly. And then Yoongi had to go and
throw that all out the freaking window by kissing him when they were both still sleepy and in a
state of bliss and then he just fucking left?

Jimin didn’t know what to think.

Once Jimin was finally dry from his bath, Taehyung helped him to his room, wrestled him into
some simple comfortable clothing and then left him on his bed with the promise of food. Food
came in the form of delicious rice and soup courtesy of one Jeon Jungkook who looked at Jimin as
if he already knew the entire story. And knowing Taehyung, his best friend had probably told his
boyfriend everything. Which was fine. Jimin didn’t mind Jungkook knowing.

They both dragged him out of his bedroom, plopped him down on the couch with a pile of
blankets, hot soup and one of them on either side. They chatted about all kinds of things while they
ate and Jimin appreciated their effort to ignore the elephant in the room. He didn’t want to talk
about it, didn’t know how to talk about it and honesty, he had the best friends in the world.

Somehow, someway, Jimin finally started to feel better. He was still confused, still needed
answers, but the tightness in his chest wasn’t nearly as horrible as it once had been. By the time he
finally looked at the clock, it was nearly lunch time and though his entire body still felt like he was
floating in a weird in between place, his mind could focus a little bit better.

Taehyung and Jungkook were still in the living room, sitting beside one another with their heads
ducked together, arms and thighs pressed together while they played some game on their phones
together. They were cute together, Jimin couldn’t help but think. They had also experienced
moments like what Jimin and Yoongi were going through and just seeing them together, smiling at
each other with affection in their eyes fluttered him with hope.

Jimin was clinging to Yoongi’s promise of calling him. It was everything and the only thing he had
left to hope for. Part of him, a very strong and slightly selfish part, wanted to sprint across the hall,
bang on Yoongi’s door and demand answers. But Jimin knew Yoongi better than that. He knew
pushing the man would result in everything getting even worse. He didn’t know what was going
through Yoongi’s mind but he knew panic when he saw it and that was exactly what happened.

Yoongi panicked, for reasons Jimin didn’t understand, but still. Jimin had tried to make it clear in
the small amount of time he had that it was okay. That Yoongi kissing him was more than okay but
reflecting back on it, Jimin was starting to think he wasn’t the reason Yoongi freaked out.
Whatever happened was on Yoongi alone and Jimin had to wait patiently until the man figured out
what was going on in his mind.

The pain of Yoongi running out him, however, was still the worst thing Jimin had ever felt in his
life. It was as if someone was sitting on his chest, making it hard to breathe and he wasn’t strong
enough to push them off. His fingertips felt numb, his eyes sore from the amount of crying he had
done and his throat felt like sandpaper every time he swallowed. He looked like absolute shit and
he felt like a ghost walking around his own apartment.

Jimin was trying to keep himself busy and the best way to do that was to clean. Taehyung and
Jungkook had helped him take apart the pillow fort and drag his mattress back to where it belonged
but after that, he kicked them out so he could clean and reorganize his room just to give his hands
something to do. They knew better than to bother him when he was in such a mood and he made a
mental note to properly thank them later when everything was better.

Oh, how he hoped everything would be better soon.


Even if Yoongi didn’t want to date him, even if Yoongi apologized and said he wasn’t ready or
didn’t want to, Jimin would be okay. He would smile, tell Yoongi it was okay and ask to remain
the close friends they have been. That was all Jimin wanted, really.

He couldn’t lose Yoongi.

He just couldn’t.

The thought alone was almost enough to break him and that was why he made himself busy,
cleaning every tiny inch of his bedroom before moving onto the bathroom, the hallway and now
the living room where he was currently dusting each and every single DVD they owned because he
needed something to occupy himself before he did actually burst across the hall and pester Yoongi
before the man was ready.

Jimin’s phone was sat carefully on the coffee table with his external battery plugged into it to
assure that it was fully charged and ready for when Yoongi called. The volume was turned all the
way up, the vibration set to full and every time it went off Jimin’s entire body went tense and
Taehyung and Jungkook looked like deer caught in the headlights.

It became so bad that Jungkook decided to start screening Jimin’s messages. It was easier on Jimin
then. His heart still froze each time his phone went off but it was usually his email, a social media
alert, or Seokjin checking in. Eventually Seokjin decided messaging Taehyung was a better idea
for Jimin’s sanity and Jimin was grateful.

Jimin was dragging a dust cloth over Mulan, his thoughts a muddled mess when his phone actually
started to ring. His entire body went tense at the ringtone because he knew that tone. He had set it
for Yoongi a while ago and though Yoongi rarely called him, Jimin’s heart was accustomed to
fluttering at the tune.

Now, his entire body flushed cold and he snapped his head around to see Jungkook gingerly pick
up his phone, his expression blank because Jimin knew he was expecting it to be someone else. He
watched the way Jungkook’s entire face stuttered and his eyes went wide, lips parting, when he
saw the nickname Jimin had put Yoongi under months ago. Jungkook immediately looked at
Taehyung, who leaned in close to see and his eyes narrowed, the flash of anger evident but he
looked at Jimin instead, asking.

No words were said.

Jimin threw himself across the floor, snatched his phone from Jungkook’s limp fingers, pressed the
green phone button and cradled the phone to his ear.

“H-Hyung?” He answered softly, his heart hammering like a wind storm, his entire body cold and
shaking.

There was a second of silence, a second where Jimin’s entire world actually started to crumble
around him and he couldn’t even see from the prickle of wetness forming in the corners of his eyes
but then there was an inhale, soft, but sharp, like Yoongi wasn’t prepared to hear Jimin’s voice at
all but he was calling and Jimin clutched his phone for dear life.

“Hyung.” It was a soft sound, a question, a beg, holding every emotion that was slamming against
Jimin’s chest.

“Angel.” Yoongi breathed out and it was everything. Jimin’s entire body relaxed and he nearly
melted to the floor. He closed his eyes tightly, a few tears squeezing free but he wasn't going to cry,
not right now. All that mattered was Yoongi had called, didn’t even wait all that long to do so.
Only a few hours, maybe four or five. It was better than Jimin expected and he just wanted to hug
Yoongi and never let him go.

“Hi baby.” The affection slipped free but Jimin was just too happy that Yoongi called to care. As
far as Jimin was concerned, his entire life depended on this phone call and though that was rather
dramatic, it sure felt like it in the moment. He could feel Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s eyes on him,
waiting, questioning.

“Hey, angel.” And Yoongi sounded so affectionate, so normal it made Jimin want to cry all over
again. “I …” He paused, swallowed and Jimin waited with bated breath. “Are you busy?”

“No. Never too busy for you.” Because it was true after all, wasn’t it?

There was a soft laugh, Yoongi chuckling in that deep rasp of his and it sent chills over Jimin’s
skin. “Do you… want to come over? We can, We can talk.”

“Yeah.” Jimin was already on his feet and his friends jumped to join him. “Yeah, Okay, I’ll be
there, um, in a few minutes. I’m coming.”

“Kay. See you soon.”

“Soon.” Jimin agreed and then ended the call with shaking hands. He didn’t even realize how
badly he was shaking until Taehyung was there, taking his shaking hands and prying his phone
from his stiff fingers. His expression was concerned, his eyes narrowed and guarded but otherwise
soft.

“Are you ready for this?” Taehyung questioned softly and Jimin knew what he was asking. He was
asking if Jimin was ready to be rejected and truthfully, Jimin didn’t know but he did know that he
wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try.

“Yeah.” Jimin swallowed hard, his throat tight. “Yeah, I have to do this.”

“I know we didn’t talk about it but…” Jungkook spoke up as he reached out to fix pieces of Jimin’s
hair that were a little messy. “I wanted to say something.”

They both glanced at him expectantly while Taehyung tried to fix Jimin’s rumbled clothes and
Jungkook continued fixing his hair.

“I don’t know what hyung was thinking this morning.” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes focused more
on Jimin’s hair than his face but his expression was sincere. “But I do know that he… he freaks out
sometimes.” He bit into his lower lip, nibbling it slightly. “Obviously, I don’t know him nearly as
well as you do but… I feel like maybe I know him differently than you do.”

“Are you defending him, Kookie?” Taehyung asked, sounding almost scandalized and Jimin
nudged his best friend in the ribs because he wanted to hear what Jungkook had to say.

“What do you mean by ‘differently’?”

Jungkook pursed his lips like he was thinking and his hands were large and warm against Jimin’s
head while he smoothed out the waves of blond. “I think there might be sides of himself he just
didn’t want you to see. He… respects you in a way. Like, he wasn’t ready for you to see him like
that. And then this happened and now you have and I think he’s a little messed up about it all.”

“That wasn’t very descriptive, babe.” Taehyung spoke softly, reaching out to rub the back of
Jungkook’s neck soothingly.

Jungkook pursed his lips further, his eyes narrowing in thought. “He just, he has a lot of anxiety.
I’ve seen it flickering in and out and I think with what happened… he just freaked out. All I’m
trying to say is, don’t be too mad at him, okay?” Jungkook’s dark gaze was hopeful, filled with an
innocence that made Jimin want to smile. Jungkook didn’t want them fighting, didn’t want them
mad at each other but the last thing Jimin was at Yoongi was mad. He was a little hurt and
confused, but not mad.

Now Taehyung was another issue which was why Jungkook’s eyes shifted to him as well.

“Just, listen to what he has to say. It’s important.”

Taehyung let out a soft sigh and nodded, shifting closer to Jungkook to wrap his arm fully around
his shoulders and tuck them close together. It did Jimin’s heart well to see them finally so
comfortable and happy together.

“We’ll work this out.” Jimin promised. “And I’m not mad at him. I’ve never been mad.”

Knowing that Yoongi was waiting for him, Jimin hurried to stuff his phone in the pocket of his
sweatpants and then grabbed his keys as well just in case. Then he was hurrying to the door.

“Good luck, Chim!” Taehyung called and Jimin flashed him the best smile he could manage
before he tugged open their door and slipped into the hallway.

Their apartment door clicked shut softly and Jimin was left alone in the silence of the warm
hallway. He was barefoot, only socks protecting his little feet from the carpeted floor but shoes
were his last concern. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight of Yoongi’s closed apartment door.
It was almost looming and the short distance between their doors almost started to feel like an
expanding cavern. Would Jimin reach it in time? Would he reach Yoongi across this vast space
and bear his heart?

Jimin took a deep breath, held it in his lungs for five seconds and then slowly let it back out. It did
little to help the nerves thriving through him all of a sudden but it helped him take a step forward
and start to close the vast space between them.

What felt like centuries only took seconds and then he was in front of Yoongi’s door, his heart
hammering in his throat and his hands curled into fists so tight his nails dug deeply into the skin of
his palms. He swallowed hard a few times, took some deep breaths and finally rose a shaking fist to
knock carefully against the door three times.

Jimin didn’t even have time to prepare himself. Perhaps Yoongi was waiting on the other side of
the door for him to show up as anxious as Jimin currently felt. There was a woosh and then Yoongi
came into view and Jimin’s entire world stopped spinning for a few seconds.

Yoongi looked tired, his eyes swollen and smaller than usual, a little red at the edges. His skin
seemed paler than normal, lacking color but his lips were bitten red and his hair was an absolute
mess, as if he had been running his hands through it too many times to count. He had changed
clothes from the last time Jimin saw him that morning. He was dressed similar to Jimin, in black
sweatpants and a black oversized sweater instead of a loose t-shirt like Jimin was wearing. He
looked sad, almost, but as soon as his eyes connected with Jimin there was a flicker, like relief, and
Jimin’s entire body went limp, like he was going to collapse but he caught himself, his energy
thriving instantly at the way Yoongi’s pretty pink lips curled up into a shy smile.
“Hey, angel.”

Oh, Jimin could cry right then and there in the middle of the hallway but he managed to collect
himself well enough to smile, his lips spreading into a bright smile and making his eyes crinkle.
Suddenly, everything felt light and perfect and Jimin knew it was going to be okay. One way or
another, they were going to be okay because Yoongi was smiling at him and that was all that
mattered.

“Hi, baby.”

Maybe it was what Jimin said, or maybe it was how he said it but something softened in Yoongi’s
expression and he dropped his gaze to the floor. Jimin had never seen him look so shy and unsure
of himself and all Jimin wanted to do was wrap him up in a hug and tell him everything was going
to be okay.

They were going to be okay.

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.” The words were whispered, softly, with a hint of shame and Jimin’s entire
body went cold. He went stiff, unsure, and his heart stuttered to a stop in his throat.

“W-What are you sorry for, hyung?” He finally asked the main question that had been on the tip of
his tongue since Yoongi first started to run away from him. “ Why are you sorry?” Please don’t be
sorry for kissing me, please.

“For running out.” Yoongi clarified, closing his eyes for a moment before finally, shyly, glancing
up to meet Jimin’s wide-eyed gaze. “I shouldn’t have… just taken off like that. I…” He glanced
around the hallway, which was empty and was bound to remain that way. Then he took a step back,
moved away from the door and invited Jimin in. “Please come in and I’ll try to explain the mess
that my head is right now.”

Jimin tried to smile, he really did, because Yoongi was inviting him inside his apartment and they
were going to work through this. He bowed his head slightly and stepped through the doorway but
he found himself stopping once he was directly beside Yoongi. He was inside now, the door was
shutting slowly and he did the only thing he could.

Jimin reached forward, head ducked down, heart buzzing, tears prickling his eyes and grasped the
loose fabric of Yoongi’s sweater near his waist. Yoongi’s reaction was almost instant. He wrapped
both arms around Jimin’s shoulders and pulled him in close for a hug they both so desperately
needed.

Jimin couldn't help the whimper that came from his throat as he buried his head in Yoongi’s neck
and wrapped both arms around the man’s back as tightly as he could manage. Yoongi was warm,
soft, and smelled like flowers and sweet strawberries. He had never hugged Jimin this tightly
before and the urge to cry came back tenfold but he was just too relieved to be in Yoongi’s arms to
stop himself.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi apologized again, softly, a whisper against Jimin’s hair as he clutched one
hand against the small of his back and ran fingers through his hair with the other. It was a soothing
gesture, something Yoongi would do when they were cuddling and make Jimin feel sleepy. But
right now, it was one of the things anchoring them together and fluttering hope through Jimin’s
entire body like the wings of butterflies ready to take flight.

They were alone, just the two of them, the apartment door clicked shut and Jimin’s universe
centered around this one man. This one man who had opened up something inside himself he
hadn’t even known was there. This one man who meant more to him than he could ever explain.

“Don’t cry.” Yoongi whispered to him, a soft plea and Jimin didn’t even realize he was crying. It
was more out of relief than anything but he couldn’t help himself. He sniffled, ground his teeth and
stepped as close to Yoongi as he could manage, nuzzling more into the older’s neck and praying he
never let go. Yoongi breathed out slowly, pressing his mouth to Jimin’s hair and mumbled, “Don’t
cry, baby, I’m sorry. We’re alright, we’re gonna be okay.”

And Jimin didn’t know until that moment how desperately he needed to hear Yoongi say that. He
had been telling himself the same thing all day, drilling it deep into his bones but until the words
actually came from Yoongi’s own mouth did they fully sink in.

They were going to be okay. Yoongi was going to make sure they were okay.

The soft press of lips against his skin was enough to make Jimin’s entire body light with fire. He
flushed with warmth from the tips of his ears to the tips of his toes. A smile curled to his lips which
he then pressed to Yoongi’s soft skin, a return kiss for the one he was given and Yoongi made a
soft noise of approval, squeezing Jimin closer for a split second.

“Come on, let’s go sit down. Let’s talk.” Yoongi mumbled, making little effort to release Jimin but
he did loosen his grip.

Jimin didn’t want to let go. He wanted to stay right where he was for the rest of the foreseen future
but Yoongi was right. They needed to talk. There was still the question of why Yoongi freaked out.
Also, why did he kiss Jimin in the first place? Did the man share his feelings? Jimin needed to
know and that need was what made him finally pull away.

He didn’t let Yoongi go, however. He slipped his fingers into one of Yoongi’s hands, linking their
fingers together and Yoongi offered him a soft sweet smile, his eyes crinkling slightly while he
gave their hands a squeeze. Yoongi still looked tired, and maybe a little sad, but he seemed okay
with Jimin’s hand in his own and he led the younger into his apartment.

Jimin had not seen Yoongi’s apartment since the last time he had been there which was a funny
thing to think about. It made him giggle, maybe out of embarrassment or nerves, but the giggle
caught Yoongi’s attention and he perked a brow in question as he led them into the living room.

“I just, the last time I was in your apartment was the second time we met.” Jimin explained,
glancing around the well-organized living room.

“Oh.” Yoongi blinked, as if he hadn’t realized such a thing. “You’re right. We always meet at your
place.”

Jimin hummed in agreement and followed Yoongi around the large black leather wrap around
couch that was the centerpiece of his apartment. Jimin knew Yoongi’s apartment was set basically
like his own, just reversed. The living room was large, with an attached kitchen but the style was
completely different from his and Taehyung’s.

Yoongi’s living room was actually stylish and modern, like it had popped out of one of those
magazine’s his mother used to show off to her designer in hopes of having the perfect living space.
Yoongi had accomplished what his mother always wanted, perhaps on his own. His living room
was basic and simple, with the large black couch, white glass coffee table, large wall mounted flat
screen TV and the some of the only personal items happened to be his decent collection of DVD’s
and Blu-ray's settled on two large bookcases on either side of the TV. Below the TV was a dresser
like piece of furniture with an assortment of picture frames. Settled on the shelves were random
books, magazines and trinkets that made the space feel a tiny bit more personal. Jimin didn’t get
much of a chance to look at the picture frames but he did pick up Yoongi’s face in a few along with
Namjoon and Hoseok.

They settled down on the couch together, the leather soft and smooth to the touch. Yoongi let their
folded hands settle in his lap and his eyes focused on them, his other hand coming around to play
with Jimin’s fingers slightly. It was a habit Jimin usually had when he was nervous but seeing
Yoongi do it made something warm bubble in the pit of his stomach. It made warmth prickle up
his arm and swirl around his heart like a welcomed friend.

They were quiet for a good few minutes and Jimin let Yoongi collect his thoughts. His eyes trailed
over the room before landing back on Yoongi, who was always the center of his attention anyway.
Yoongi was sitting with his knees turned toward him, giving Jimin his full attention even when his
eyes were locked on their hands. Jimin could see the gears turning in his head and he wanted to
know what the man could possibly be thinking.

When Yoongi didn’t open his mouth after a few more minutes, Jimin decided perhaps it was best if
he were the one to start this.

“Let me just say,” Jimin started softly, one corner of his mouth quirking up when Yoongi finally
glanced up to meet his eyes, “I had a really good time last night.” He leaned a little closer, ducked
his head down to meet Yoongi’s eyes better and covered both of Yoongi’s hands with his free one.
“I need you to know it meant a lot to me for you to open up like that. I was kind of scared to ask
you about your family and I was so happy you felt you could trust me enough to tell me such
intimate things about yourself. And I… Hyung.” He swallowed hard, emotion crawling up his
throat and making it tight because Yoongi’s eyes were so wide, so open and vast, swirling with all
kinds of emotion and he was an open book for Jimin to discover and enjoy. “You kissing me…”
He didn’t know how to say it, how to admit how much he had wanted such a thing but he had to.

If there was any time for Jimin to confess, now was it.

Yoongi’s eyes went wide at the mention of the kiss and the prettiest light flush curled over his cute
button nose and over his round cheeks. God, he was so pretty. Affection slammed against Jimin
and he knew in that moment, he had nothing to lose.

“I… I wanted that.” Jimin admitted through pursed lips, heat flaring over his cheeks but he pressed
forward because there was something comforting about the way Yoongi’s flush darkened. “I’ve…
wanted it for a long time. I can’t… I know we’re friends and I know our friendship is important to
both of us but I also…” He breathed out against his nerves and squeezed Yoongi’s hands with his
own. He was determined now. He could do this. “I can’t be the only one who thought sometimes…
we were a little more than friends.”

Yoongi dropped his gaze for a moment, his pretty lips pouting out for a moment before he shook
his head slightly. “You… weren’t.”

Hope fluttered, building confidence in Jimin’s soul like building blocks. “Hyung, Yoongi,” He
leaned forward, his heart hammering and his anxiety spiking but, it was okay, he felt okay, “
Baby,” Yoongi’s gaze snapped up at him, “I like you. I like you so much and I have for a long
while. You’re just… You’re great, you know?” Jimin couldn't help but laugh because now that he
had finally said it, everything was pouring out of him like an overfilled cup. “You’re always so
attentive to me, so sweet. You check up on me when you don’t have to and take care of me in ways
no one has ever done before. We click so well, I know you know that. I’ve never felt so
comfortable with someone before after only knowing them for such a short time. And I kept
thinking, we’re okay. It’s okay that I feel this way because there’s moments where you look at me
and I just know .”

Yoongi glanced away shyly, his lips pouting and his cheeks flushed. He was so pretty like that, his
dark eyes glistening and Jimin knew he was right. He had been right all along. He wasn’t alone in
this, had never been alone and the relief he felt in his chest was enough to make him want to
scream to the rooftops.

“Yoongi, there are too many times to count were I was sure you were going to kiss me and this
morning…” Warmth bubbled up his throat and a smile spread over his lips. “You actually did it
and I haven’t been that happy in a long time. It felt right. Perfect. I wanted to tell you how I felt last
night because we were both being so honest with each other, but I got scared. I understand that you
got scared too and that’s why you ran but please, Yoongi, talk to me. Tell me I’m not alone in this.
That I’m not crazy.”

“You’re not crazy, Jimin.” Yoongi answered immediately, his eyes still focused on their hands but
his grip tightened. “Fuck, you’re so not crazy.” He breathed out a heavy sigh and pulled one hand
free so he could rub it over his face. He rubbed the heel of his palm against the bridge of his nose
as he spoke, “You’re perfect, don’t you know that? And that freaked me out. You’ve been nothing
but kind and understanding since we met and I just, I don’t know, I couldn’t ignore that. You’re
right, we click, and I figured we would be friends but then you had to be cute all the fucking time
and my heart had to decide to be a freak each and every time you smiled at me and I…” He
groaned, rubbing at a flushed cheek before dropping his hand to rest in the small space between
them and he finally lifted his head to face Jimin fully. “I wasn’t ready, Jimin. I wasn’t ready for
my feelings to fuck all together and that’s why I freaked out.”

“It’s okay.” Jimin assured him, his smile bright and full of affection because now he knew. Now he
knew he wasn’t alone in his feelings, perhaps never had been. “It’s okay that you freaked out,
Yoongi. I kind of freaked out when I realized how I felt about you too. But it was… it was soft,
right? Like I should have seen it coming, how easily we fit. I’ve never met anyone like this. You’re
different than Taehyung, different than any of my other friends and I just, really appreciate that
about you, about us. ”

“But I shouldn’t have run away like that Jimin.” Yoongi pressed, furrowing his brow and seeming
upset at himself. “I hurt you. Fuck, I made you cry.” Yoongi’s hand was warm when his smoothed
his palm over Jimin’s cheek and Jimin leaned into the touch, fluttering his eyes shut for a few
seconds to savor the feeling of Yoongi’s skin against his own. “I never wanted to make you cry.”
Yoongi sounded anguished, his voice tight and low and Jimin opened his eyes to see his pretty face
twisted into a form of self-hatred that Jimin would not stand for.

“I forgive you.” Jimin stated, because he was certain that was what Yoongi needed to hear, and
then he brought both of his hands up to cradle Yoongi’s precious face between them. “I was never
angry, just confused. I didn’t understand if you ran away because you thought I would be angry
you kissed me, because you thought I didn’t feel that way about you, or if you ran away because
you thought we made a mistake. I was hurt you by the idea that you felt it was better to run than
talk to me about it.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding and when he tried to look away, Jimin jerked his head, making
their eyes meet once more. He didn’t want to push Yoongi but this was important. They had to get
all of this out in the open so they could move on with whatever was happening between them.

“Taehyung suddenly coming home didn’t help.” Yoongi murmured, shutting his eyes because that
seemed to be a better option for him and Jimin let him have that, brushing his thumbs tenderly over
his flushed cheeks. “I didn’t tell you this at all but, I used to have severely bad anxiety. It was
crippling at times.” Yoongi admitted in the softest voice Jimin had ever heard come from his
mouth and he suddenly understood what Jungkook had been trying to tell him before he left. “It’s
gotten better as I’ve gotten older, plus Namjoon and Hoseok, they’ve been helpful. I’m even on
meds for it? It used to be so bad but now,” his eyes fluttered open and they were soft, still a little
emotional, but soft, like he was ready to tell Jimin this part of himself. “It’s not an excuse, or even
a proper reason, but when I kissed you… when I realized what I did and everything crashed
together into a fucking mess, I really did panic. Everything was telling me to fucking bolt and I
listened, even when I shouldn’t have. Taehyung coming home just made that worse. All I could
think about was getting out of there.”

“Because you were overwhelmed.” Jimin whispered, trying to understand.

“Yeah? Something like that. Before, with you, things were always so easy. I got so comfortable
with you without even realizing and then it all clashed together at that moment. Like, I knew what I
felt for you but I wasn’t willing to accept it and then it was just shoved in my face and I had no
choice but to. All cause you look fucking stunning when you wake up in the morning.” He nearly
grumbled that last bit, like he was offended by how pretty Jimin could look and Jimin, well, his
heart stuttered and he tried to hide his flattered smile by biting his lower lip.

“We’ve always flirted like we were dating, Yoongi. We’ve just- That’s how we are together. It’s
like we’ve been dating all this time but we never actually talked about it.” He leaned closer,
nuzzling their noses together in a way that made Yoongi squirm and flush a little bit more. He was
so cute when he was shy like this. But Jimin didn’t want Yoongi to feel so shy. He wanted his
confident pretty boy back. “You need to know that I forgive you, that it’s okay you freaked out and
ran away because you called me not even five hours later and are willing to fix this. That’s what
that matters, Yoongi.” He pulled back enough for their eyes to meet and his smile was so strong, it
was almost hard to see. “I like you, Yoongi. I like you so -00000much I’m close to bursting from it
and maybe things didn’t go well after our first kiss but the kiss itself was, wow .” He breathed out,
laughing softly and his heart hummed from the way Yoongi’s lips twitched into a smile. “And
we’re okay now, right?”

Yoongi let out a soft chuckle, a raspy rumble from his throat and brought both his hands up to curl
over Jimin’s wrists loosely. “Yeah, angel, we’re very much okay.”

Happiness bubbled up Jimin’s entire body like a swirling warmth that settled in the pit of his heart
where it was always meant to be. He felt safe, secure and more confident than ever. So there was
no hesitation, no fear in what he was about to ask because he already knew the answer.

“So, you’re my boyfriend then, right pretty boy?”

For a split second, they just stared at each other and then Jimin couldn’t hold back his smile any
longer and Yoongi snorted, loudly, making both of them burst out in laughter. It was like a wave of
relief over them, a reminder that they really were okay and the stress they caused one another was
completely pointless now.

“Yeah.” Yoongi breathed out through his laughter after a few moments, making Jimin’s heart
stutter and he looked at Yoongi with slightly wide eyes.

“Yeah?” Jimin whispered, his heart fluttering with hope even when he had already known the
answer. It was one thing to know the answer but it was an entirely other thing to actually hear it.

Yoongi blinked once, twice, and then he smiled, bright and beautiful, showing off his gums, his
small pretty teeth, making his eyes disappear in cute little crinkles and it was maybe the happiest
Jimin had ever seen him. It stunned him for a moment, made his heart thump and Jimin knew at
that moment how easily he could actually fall for this man. Maybe he was already starting to.

“Yeah, angel.” Yoongi practically purred, pulling Jimin’s hands down away from his face so he
could lean in closer, knocking his knee into Jimin’s thigh and then they were so close, close
enough that Jimin could smell the fruit of his shampoo and see the light freckles over his cheeks.
His entire world centered around the way Yoongi’s dark eyes were sparkling with affection,
amusement, and pure happiness. “I’m your boyfriend.”

And that was the only warning Jimin got before those plush soft pink lips were finally on his own
once again.

If their first kiss was wow, their second kiss was holy fucking shit. Because even if this was soft,
this was not at all sleepy or shy. Yoongi slotted their lips together firmly, his hands tight around
Jimin’s wrists as if he didn’t want to let go.

Jimin melted immediately because this was the moment he had been waiting for for months. It was
all out in the open now, their feelings laid out for each of them to feel and see and Yoongi was his.

Fuck, Yoongi was his boyfriend.

Jimin found that almost hard to believe but those lips were real against his own and he leaned into
the kiss, parted his lips for air and dove back in for a little bit more. Yoongi was careful with him,
kissing him gently, softly, as if to savor the way their lips fit together. Jimin was so focused on the
way Yoongi’s plump bottom lip fit between both of his that he couldn’t think of much else.

Yoongi was the one to pull back for air, his eyes fluttering open and he looked so happy, so pretty
and Jimin wanted to smack himself for ever feeling worried about how Yoongi would react to his
feelings. They had both been a little dumb about the entire situation but it was okay now.

“This is real, right?” Yoongi breathed out, looking a little stunned himself. “Seriously thought I
was dreaming when I kissed you this morning and now I really feel like I am.”

Jimin giggled, bright and happy, and wrapped both arms around Yoongi’s shoulders to bring him
as close as their position would allow. He was tempted to crawl in the man’s lap, just to be as close
to him as possible but that might be a bit too much at the moment. Yoongi curled a hand over his
hip and let the other rest against his chest, ready to lean in for another kiss whenever Jimin was
ready.

“I like you so much, Yoongi.” Jimin breathed out, unable to stop saying it now that it was out in
the open.

“I like you too, Jimin.” Yoongi spoke through a smile and Jimin’s entire body felt like it was
buzzing. “I like you a fuck lot.”

Jimin giggled, cradling Yoongi’s face in both of his hands once more just so he could bring the
man closer and kiss him a million more times. Kissing became hard when neither of them could
keep their smiles to themselves and it quickly got to the point where they were just smiling and
laughing against one another’s mouth, holding on to any part they could with their hands and much
too happy to worry about the rest of the world for a while.

Eventually, they finally pulled their mouths apart and Jimin reached out to comb his fingers
through the mess that was Yoongi’s hair in an effort to fix it.

“You’re officially invited over any time.” Yoongi told him while Jimin was busy with his hair. “I
didn’t even think about how you haven’t been inside my apartment since I moved in. Yours was
always the obvious thing.”

“I don’t mind, baby.” Jimin loved the way Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned his head into Jimin’s
hands. “I never thought much about it, really. But I think, maybe with Taehyung and Jungkook
dating…” He laughed softly, “It might be nice to have your place to escape to because they’re
actually gross.”

Yoongi chuckled, a deep soothing sound. “Are they?”

“Oh my god, yeah.” Jimin huffed out and finished smoothing a few waves around Yoongi’s ears.
His hair was getting a little long but Jimin liked it. It was soft to the touch and bouncy and fit
Yoongi well. “Jungkook came over this morning, probably cause Taehyung told him I was having
a crisis, and they were all over each other.” Yoongi perked a brow. “Okay, they weren’t making
out or anything.” Jimin giggled. “But to go from being on opposite sides of the room when they’re
not drunk to cuddling on our couch is a new thing for them. I’m happy for them, of course, but I
know Taehyung.” He shuttered. “And I know I might need to escape to your place sometimes.”

Yoongi laughed softly, and slipped his arm around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer to his side.
“You’re welcome anytime, angel.”

Jimin beamed with happiness, snuggled up against Yoongi’s side and curling a hand around his
thigh for a squeeze. “I should probably tell them everything is okay but I don’t really want to
leave.”

“I’d rather you stay, if you can.” Yoongi spoke into his hair, his head turned so his lips pressed
close to Jimin’s temple. “We were going to spend the day together anyway.”

“We were.” Jimin agreed. He had plans before. They were gonna wake up together, have breakfast,
snuggle some more, maybe talk some more, Jimin might have confessed and maybe they’d kiss for
a few hours. It didn’t happen exactly in that order but Jimin was still very much in the mood for
snuggles and kisses. “I can text them.” He shifted around to tug his phone out of his pocket.
“They’ll understand.”

“Taehyung isn’t too mad at me, is he?” Yoongi sounded slightly worried as he watched Jimin
quickly type out a message and send it to Taehyung. “I know he’s protective of you.”

Jimin hummed, leaning into Yoongi’s side as he waited for a reply from his best friend. “He
wasn’t happy? But I think that’s just cause he worries about me more than he should. Once he
realizes I’m happy, and you truly didn’t mean to upset me, he’ll come around quickly. He really
likes you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi sighed in slight relief and pressed his nose into Jimin’s temple. “What happened to calling
me ‘hyung’?”

“I’ll call you hyung around the others.” Jimin murmured, heat flushing over his cheeks. “But
you’re Yoongi when we’re like this.”

“And ‘baby’ as well?” He almost sounded hopeful.

“You’ve always been baby.” Jimin laughed softly, squeezing Yoongi’s thigh and he perked up
when his phone received a reply from Taehyung. “Pretty boy, pretty baby, all around pretty really.
None of my flirting was half-assed, baby.”

“I realize that.” He inhaled Jimin’s scent slowly, making the younger’s heart patter as he tried to
focus on Taehyung’s message. “Neither was mine.”
“We’ve been dating for weeks already.” Jimin mused before telling Yoongi what Taehyung was
messaging him. “Tae says he’s glad we made up but to tell you that he’ll rip out your dick if you
make me cry again.”

Yoongi winced but nodded. “Noted. I’d deserve it.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Taehyung doesn’t seem like the type of person I want to be on the bad side of.”

“He’s not.” Jimin agreed. “But, like I said, he adores you. He thinks you’re adorable and sweet and
a really cool hyung. So don’t worry about it, okay? And Jungkook seems to always be on your side
anyway. I didn’t realize you two were so close? Like I knew you were talking to him about
Taehyung but he defended you this morning.”

“Yeah, we’ve been talking. He’s interested in photography so we’ve been meeting up for stuff like
that. I’ve shown him my studio and things like that. He’s a good kid.”

Jimin assured Taehyung through text that he was happy and fine and that he would be home
sometime later. For now, he was staying with Yoongi. “Yeah, Kookie’s great. I love that we’re
friends with each other’s friends. I’ve been talking to Hoseok-hyung more and more.”

“Namjoon wants to get to know you more.” Yoongi hummed. “And once I tell him we’re dating,
he’s really gonna want to get to know you better.”

“He likes me, right?” Jimin glanced up at him shyly. “You said he’s protective but I want him to
like me.”

“He likes you, angel.” Yoongi assured him, pressing another soft kiss to his cheek. Jimin wanted to
preen from the kiss, hoping Yoongi would give him more and more kisses because wow did Jimin
love kisses. And kisses from Min Yoongi? The most beautiful and wonderful man he had ever met
in his life? Oh, Jimin was in heaven.

“Kay, well maybe we can all get together later.” Jimin tucked his phone away on the glass coffee
table and turned back to Yoongi. “But for now can we just, cuddle and stuff for a while?”

“And stuff?” Yoongi asked with a knowing smirk curling to one corner of his mouth.

Jimin didn’t even feel any shame when he started to pout. “I think you owe me a lot more kisses,
Yoongi. I think we should cuddle on this couch, put on a movie and kiss for a little while.”

The flush on Yoongi’s cheeks was rather adorable but he leaned forward and pressed his soft lips
to the corner of Jimin’s eye softly. “You’re right. I owe you many many kisses. Guess we should
get started on that.”

“We should.” Jimin giggled, leaning into Yoongi’s side so he could give a kiss of his own, a soft
press to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth. “I love kisses, baby, you should know that since we’re
dating.”

“I’ll try to keep up with your needs.” Yoongi teased lightly, giving him one more kiss to his cheeks
before finally, finally, capturing Jimin’s plump lips with his own.

In that moment, Jimin knew he was exactly where he was meant to be. Yoongi was warm and solid
against him, tasting like sweet candy and smelling ever sweeter and there was nowhere else either
of them would rather be. The road might have become a little bumpy but Jimin felt they finally
made it to their destination and he was looking forward to exploring the potential of their
relationship together, hand in hand, finally able to call Yoongi his.

As far as Jimin was concerned, there wasn’t much about his relationship with Yoongi that changed
now that they were officially dating. They still talked just as much, greeted each other in the
morning with cute good morning texts and wished each other sweet dreams before passing out for
the night. They still met up at their special little coffee shop and went out shopping together when
they had the time. They still curled up on the couch together watching whatever picked their fancy
and they still acted like the couple they actually were.

Only this time, there were kisses. And wow, were there a lot of kisses. Kisses in the morning
before Jimin left for class when he brought coffee over as a sweet gesture for his sleepy baby and
Yoongi would always greet him and dismiss him with a sweet, soft, coffee tasting kiss to his
awaiting lips. Kisses every time they met up as long as it wasn’t in public and even when they did
meet at the coffee shop as they were prone to do, Jimin usually snuck a kiss out of Yoongi at some
point.

And then there were the couch cuddle kisses. Those were Jimin’s favorite because couch cuddling
time was usually the only time they were alone, just the two of them, with no friends or strangers
around. A time when they could just lose themselves in one another and Jimin quickly learned that
Yoongi was a hell of a lot more affectionate than he led on.

Yoongi was a toucher. That wasn’t something Jimin knew beforehand but the signs had always
been there. Yoongi had always been the type to lay a hand on the small of his back when they were
walking, or brush their hands together, or touch his arm when they were talking. But that was
reserved, unsure what was happening between them Yoongi. Now, Yoongi was less shy with his
touches. He grabbed Jimin’s hand whenever he damn well pleased, including in public and Jimin’s
heart soared each and every time.

Yoongi’s hands were so nice. His fingers were thin, elegant and long, his palms flat and his backs a
little veiny and bony. His skin was always so soft to the touch seeing as he took good care of his
hands because they were most important for his job and passions. His nails were always kept short
and manicured and sometimes Jimin could swear he saw colors stuck in his nail beds, like maybe
Yoongi had nail polish on them at some point. He wouldn’t put it past Hoseok to paint Yoongi’s
nails at all and Yoongi seemed like the type to just not give a fuck.

What Jimin loved most about Yoongi’s hands was how well they fit with his own. His hands were
tiny in comparison to Yoongi’s. Small palms, short chubby fingers. He could fit an entire fist
around one of Yoongi’s fingers and Jimin, he just loved that. He loved having Yoongi’s big hands
envelop his smaller ones and he loved how their fingers fit together. He loved holding hands with
Yoongi and it seemed to be one of the older’s favorite forms of affection next to kissing.

Jimin had told Yoongi how much he loved kisses but he didn’t expect Yoongi to be so open to
giving them as much as Jimin desired.

Yoongi was not a public affection type of man, not that Jimin had expected him to be. In public
and even around their friends, Yoongi remained reserved, no different than how the two of them
had been before the ‘incident’ aside from more hand-holding. But when they were alone? Oh,
Yoongi was a different man.

Jimin knew Yoongi was a big softie. He had seen glimpses of how soft Yoongi could be for
months but to be at the forefront of it, to be the main attraction, was a little overwhelming at times
but oh how Jimin loved it.
When they were alone in the security of their separate apartments, Yoongi became more
affectionate than Jimin ever expected from him. He was always so willing to give Jimin kisses
whenever he desired them, and where. His cheeks, his nose, his jaw, his neck, his hands, his hair.
And mainly, his lips.

Be it while they were making dinner together, or cuddling on the couch watching a new movie or
show, there were plenty of kisses to be shared and Jimin was in absolute heaven.

There was no awkward change between them. They merged into a romantic relationship
effortlessly seeing as their friendship had been so severely close to dating to begin with.

They didn’t spend every waking moment together but they did spend a decent amount of time
together, perhaps even more than before now that they were both making more of an effort to
spend time together. But still sometimes it just didn’t work out. Jimin had classes, dance practice
and his part-time job. Yoongi had his own work and his music. For the most part, Yoongi could
choose his own schedule so they worked around Jimin’s but sometimes Yoongi had a wedding and
Jimin wouldn’t see him for an entire weekend.

Such an instance was what Jimin was currently dealing with.

On Monday of that week, Yoongi told Jimin over coffee at their favorite shop that he would be
leaving on Thursday afternoon for a destination wedding in Osaka that he was hired to film, snap
pictures and attend. The bride wanted Yoongi to take pictures of all the festivities, which included
their arrival, their family dinner, their trip to the beach, the rehearsal, the actual wedding, the
reception and then the couple leaving for their honeymoon at the airport. It was a huge job, one
that would take him almost four days to complete but the pay was astounding and Yoongi could
find no reason to turn the bride down.

Jimin supported him, of course, with the promise that Yoongi would keep in touch so he knew his
boyfriend was safe and having a good time.

Yoongi left Thursday at eleven in the morning for the airport, leaving Jimin with a lingering kiss to
his lips and the promise to message him when he got to Osaka.

That was four days ago and now it was Sunday, when Yoongi was supposed to be flying back in
and Jimin was anxious to see him. He hadn’t realized how much he might miss the man when he
was gone because they rarely spent longer than a day apart ever since they met. Four days was a
little too much for Jimin’s freshly falling in love heart and he missed his boyfriend perhaps a little
too much.

It wasn’t his fault, okay. He and Yoongi were still in the fresh bubbly stages of their relationship
where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Besides, he wasn’t alone in his missing.
Yoongi texted him many times telling him how much he wished he had brought Jimin with him.
Apparently, he spent too much time alone in his hotel room in between events and it got lonely.
Jimin started to wish he had gone with Yoongi but now it was Sunday and he would see his
boyfriend soon.

While Yoongi was gone, Jimin managed to get a lot done. Without the gorgeous man taking up all
of his free time, Jimin was able to perfect his routine, finish an essay he should have done a week
ago and updated his closet thanks to a generous shopping spree with Taehyung who insisted Jimin
needed an updated wardrobe now that he was dating a ‘sophisticated older man’. Which was
absolute bull and they both knew it but it had been a fun adventure running all over Seoul with his
best friend like they used to do. Now that they both had boyfriends, they didn’t find much time to
be alone together and it was nice to just be together for a little while without boyfriends and
without worries.

That had been his Saturday but his Friday had been filled with classes, a shift at work, a little bit of
dance practice and a surprise email from his favorite camboy.

Truthfully, Jimin had almost forgotten about Suga the moment Yoongi kissed him and declared
that they were, in fact, dating. The camboy was at the back of his mind and when he received small
emails reminding him of a stream, Jimin frankly ignored them because why would he need
something like that?

But this time, he took pause and simply stared at his phone in his lap, half naked sitting on the edge
of the bed with a towel ruffling at his damp from a shower hair. The email wasn’t an alert to a
stream but rather a more personal message for loyal members like Jimin.

Counting back, Jimin realized it had been nearly a month since he and Yoongi officially started
dating, which added up to almost four months since he met the man and wow was time flying by
fast.

Suga had seemed to pick up a normal schedule of streaming again but he always seemed to be
streaming when Jimin was too busy to watch anyway. He usually streamed every Monday night
and the occasional Friday night. Jimin always worked Monday nights and then sometimes he
would have to work a Friday night. Even if he wanted to catch a stream, he would have been
unable to do so.

But it was a Friday night he actually happened to be free and when the email came in, Jimin
assumed it was for a stream alert but instead, there was a cute little note in the subject that alluded
to more than just a computer-generated mass email.

Suga had been a decent part of Jimin’s life before he met Yoongi, and still remained so even
afterwards. He cared for the boy, his well being and things of that nature so he never canceled his
subscription to his services. It was money Jimin could spare and he liked being able to help the
boy on a more personal level without even watching what he had to offer. And he knew Suga had a
lot to offer. Everything Jimin had ever looked for in a partner but now he had Yoongi and, well, a
cute boy on a webcam didn’t hold as much ground for Jimin as it once did when he had an even
cuter boy right in front of him.

But still, Jimin felt a little bad. He thought checking in on Suga wasn’t a bad idea and opened the
email out of his own sense of curiosity. At first, he wondered if perhaps Suga had noticed his
absence from his streams but that seemed highly unlikely. Why would Suga notice one person like
Jimin with he had thousands? It just wasn’t likely.

The email was a photoset Jimin was not entirely prepared for. The location looked nothing like the
room Suga was usually set in and if Jimin didn’t know any better, he would say it was a hotel room
of some sort Suga was sitting in. The photos were nicely taken, amazing quality as always and the
boy himself looked stunning in a traditional Japanese kimono. There was a lot of skin, a decent
amount of ass and his pretty dick as always.

Jimin couldn’t ignore the flush of arousal that flashed through him at the sight but the desire to do
something about it wasn’t there like it typically was. Suga was stunning, but he wasn’t Yoongi.
And that was an interesting realization to come to. Jimin was still attracted to Suga, of course, but
the emotional attachment was completely gone. He cared for Suga in a way. He wanted the boy
well taken care of and safe after all the things he had been through but that was as far as Jimin’s
affections went.
He smiled softly to himself when he came to that conclusion, made sure to renew his subscription
for the upcoming months and curled up in bed to text Yoongi and make sure he was doing well in
Osaka.

Now that it was Sunday, Jimin was looking forward to Yoongi’s return. Namjoon had insisted he
pick Yoongi up from the airport which made the most sense seeing as he was one of the only
people in their friend group who actually had a car aside from Seokjin. But part of Jimin wanted to
be there. He wanted to be the first person Yoongi saw when he arrived back to his home country
but he didn’t want to butt in, didn’t want to step on Namjoon’s toes. He was Yoongi’s best friend
after all and he had as much of a right to pick Yoongi up from the airport as Jimin did.

So Jimin had to wait in his apartment as patiently as he could manage which wasn’t very patient at
all. He was sure to get on Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s nerves with all his sulking and sighing and
throwing himself over the furniture. But he couldn’t help it!

He hadn’t seen Yoongi in four days and Jimin was spoiled. His kiss bucket was completely empty
and Yoongi had a lot to make up for. He needed about two hundred kisses to make up for the time
they spent apart and Jimin was expecting Yoongi to give them all to him tonight.

Or, at least, a good amount of them.

Jimin wasn’t really sure what they would do when Yoongi finally arrived home but he didn’t really
care. He just wanted to see him, hold him for a little while and smother his pretty face in kisses.
Yoongi wouldn’t mind that, he was sure.

“Oh my god, does he ever stop ?” Jungkook groaned, making Jimin cast him a glance from where
he was tossed half over the back of the couch and his cheek was smushed into the cushion.

Jungkook was currently sitting at the other end of the couch and Taehyung was poking about in the
kitchen for a snack or two. Taehyung popped his head back into the living room, gave Jimin an
appreciative glance of his ass which was currently popped out thanks to the position he was in and
then shrugged before going back into the kitchen.

“He gets like this.” Taehyung explained. “I’m used to it.”

“Thanks, Tae, love you too.” Jimin scoffed, rolling his eyes and then rolling his body over as well,
which made him slide down the back of the couch until his back was flat on a cushion, his head
hanging off, and his legs tossed over the back of the couch.

“Hyung hasn’t even been gone that long.” Jungkook gave Jimin the side eye, looking annoyed at
his antics and Jimin was tempted to reach out and kick him for being so disrespectful to an elder.
But, he didn’t feel like moving, the blood rushing to his head a funny feeling.

“Four days.” Jimin held up four fingers and shoved them in Jungkook’s direction. “Don’t tell me
you wouldn’t be whining for Taehyung’s dick if he was gone for four days.”

It was too amusing to see the way Jungkook’s ears turned a bright red but of course, Taehyung had
to ruin his amusement.

“Is that what you miss? Hyung’s dick?” Taehyung asked from the kitchen.

“No!” Jimin sat up so quickly he managed to knock himself off the couch which made Jungkook
burst into laughter and Taehyung to run back to the living room to make sure nothing was broken.
Once he was sure Jimin was perfectly fine, he shrugged and went back into the kitchen. “I haven’t
even seen his dick.” Jimin reminded them as he sat up and folded his legs on the floor. “I’m just
saying, I know you two fuck and I know Jungkook would miss your dick.”

“Just his dick?” Jungkook hummed. “Yeah.”

“What?!” Taehyung screeched, popping back into the living room and looked absolutely
scandalized. “The fuck you say, Jeon?”

Jungkook perked a brow at Taehyung, obviously completely unafraid of him and shrugged one
shoulder. “I said what I said.”

Jimin quickly scrambled out of the way because he knew his best friend and he wanted to be out of
the way when Taehyung pounced. Which he did two seconds later and Jungkook let out a loud
yelp, making Jimin grateful their only neighbor was out of town. They started to wrestle and Jimin
got his feet quickly to avoid being a casualty.

“You two are gross.” Jimin complained, plopping down in the loveseat with a pout on his lips
because he fucking missed Yoongi and his best friends were gross.

“Gross?” Taehyung popped his head up, his hair a mess and Jimin hid his laughter behind his
hand. Okay, he did love them but still.

“Like you and hyung aren’t gross.” Jungkook complained, pushing Taehyung off him so the man
landed on the floor with an ‘oomph’. “We see you kissing all the time. Now that’s gross.”

Jimin flushed, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “Shut up, Yoongi’s kisses are the best.”

“Gross!” Jungkook complained, covering his ears like a child and making both him and Taehyung
burst into laughter.

“Okay, okay maybe we’re all gross.” Jimin admitted through his giggles as he curled up into the
edge of the loveseat. He still missed Yoongi but he was excited to see him soon. It was a good
feeling. He was so used to having the man right across the hall and it was just weird when he
wasn’t.

“And I admit I’d miss Tae if he was gone that long too.” Jungkook helped Taehyung back up onto
the couch and the googly eyes they made at each other made Jimin want to barf, even if he was
happy for them.

“I’d miss your ass too, baby.” Taehyung planted a wet sloppy kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, making
both him and Jimin groan. “But the difference between hyung and I is I plan on taking you on my
modeling trips with me.”

Jungkook blinked in surprise and Jimin snapped his head up at them. “W-What?” Jungkook
stuttered, his face flushing.

“Baby, we’re gonna travel all over the place.” Taehyung smashed their faces together while he
looked at the ceiling with stars in his eyes. “You’re going everywhere with me. Just you wait.”

“I take it back. You’re much more gross than me and Yoongi.” Jimin groaned, rubbing both hands
over his face.

“Hear that, Kookie, we’re gross.” Taehyung had the lint in his voice, the one that spoke of mischief
and Jimin wanted to scream. He heard them kissing before he ever had to see them and the grabbed
the nearest item, a pillow, and chucked it at them. It hit Taehyung square in the back of the head
and Jimin had no preparation before Taehyung threw himself at him and they both rolled to the
floor in a tickle match that made Jungkook laugh happily at them.

Things had calmed down by the time Jimin’s phone alerted him to a new message. He had his head
resting in Taehyung’s lap while he and Jungkook watched some new action movie on their
television. Jimin had been spacing in and out for a little while, getting sleepy from the way
Taehyung was petting through his hair. He affection was nice but he didn’t do it as well as Yoongi
and Jimin wondered if maybe he was already in love with how much he missed Yoongi. It wasn’t a
scary thought, just an interesting one.

He had thought about what Jungkook said; how Jimin missed Yoongi’s dick when in fact Jimin
had never even seen Yoongi’s dick. It wasn’t like Jimin had tried very hard to do so. He just…

Yes, things like that crossed his mind, they always had but he was so used to shoving them down
and feeling like a pervert that he forgot he was maybe allowed to have such thoughts now
considering they were dating. It wasn’t like their kissing never got a little heated at times.

Jimin had come to memorize Yoongi’s mouth. He knew what he tasted like, usually candy,
something sweet or like coffee. He knew Yoongi liked when he suckled on his plump lower lip the
most and he knew that if he rubbed his tongue against the roof of Yoongi’s mouth tantalizing slow,
the older would grip his hips just a little bit tighter.

Jimin had been in Yoongi’s lap a handful of times in his effort to memorize and devour Yoongi’s
mouth. He knew Yoongi had a dick, had even felt it a few times against his thigh or ass in such
occasions but neither of them brought their kissing any farther than that. Maybe there would be a
little heavy petting, like Yoongi discovering how much Jimin loved having his thighs touched,
rubbed and squeezed but beyond that, their intimate time remained rather PG.

Which was fine, really. Jimin didn’t want to rush into anything too quickly with Yoongi. They
knew each other a decent amount but they were dating now and even if their relationship had not
changed all that much, it was still different. Jimin wanted to do this right with Yoongi and if that
meant putting off the more sexual things for soft petting, soft kisses and sweet cuddling he was
more than fine with that.

Hell, he didn’t even know if Yoongi liked sex. He assumed, by the few comments Yoongi made,
but the man had never confirmed it himself. And that was okay if Yoongi didn’t like sex. Jimin
would be okay with that. But that was something they probably wouldn’t come to until further in
their relationship and for now, Jimin just wanted to pepper kisses all over Yoongi until the man
was breathless, which was sexual in a way but what did Jimin care as long as Yoongi enjoyed it.

Jimin lurched up when his phone suddenly went off and he snatched the device up from his
stomach where it had been resting before it could clatter to the floor. His heart stuttered in his chest
when he saw the message.

Pretty Baby | Joon’s got me

Pretty Baby | should be home soon

“They’re on their way.” Jimin announced, a bubbling anxiousness swirling in his chest. He was
going to see Yoongi soon. He was going to get to kiss him and hug him and steal his time for the
rest of the night. Oh, Jimin couldn’t wait.
“And he just calmed down too.” Jungkook complained, playful and Jimin reached across
Taehyung to give the little brat a good shove.

“Shut up.” Jimin sneered playfully at him and then quickly got to his feet. “Do I look okay?”

They both eyed him up and before Jungkook could say something smart, Taehyung cut him off.
“I’d fuck you.” Jungkook nearly choked on his own spit.

“Okay, but you’d fuck me even if I shaved my head, you said that once. I need an unbiased
opinion.” He shifted his gaze to a flushing Jungkook as he fixed his hair and smoothed out his
clothes. “Do I look okay?”

Jimin had made an effort hours ago to try and look his best for when he saw Yoongi again.
Taehyung said it was his ‘fuck me I missed you’ outfit while Jimin just wanted to look good. He
put a little more effort into his hair than normal, making sure the blond waves were a little more
bouncy and styled, parted to the side, and he had light makeup around his eyes, a little yellow, gold
and dark eyeliner to make them pop. His outfit consisted of his more tighter black jeans and one of
Yoongi’s white hoodies Jimin may or may not have stolen before the man left. It had been too big
on Yoongi’s lithe frame but it actually fit Jimin pretty well and he thought he looked good.

Jungkook looked at him with wide eyes, confused at first before he glanced at Taehyung who gave
him a nod of encouragement. Jungkook blinked a few times before he realized they were both
serious and he let out a sigh. He gave Jimin a good once over before shrugging and glancing away,
clearly embarrassed.

“You look fine.”

“You look hot .” Taehyung corrected. “Doesn’t he, Kookie? Jiminnie looks hot.”

“Thank you, Tae. My confidence is fine. I don’t need your boyfriend to tell me I’m hot.” He
mused, lips twitching up into a smile before he left them to check himself out in the bathroom
mirror anyway. He trusted them but Jimin just had to make sure he looked as good as he wanted to.

He wanted the first thing Yoongi wanted to do when he saw him was kiss him. That was kind of
the goal here.

Jimin still had a hard time believing they were actually dating now. It felt surreal at times, like it
was all dream and everything just happened too fast but it was his real life and Yoongi was his
boyfriend and Jimin didn’t have a thing to complain about.

Except for his Maths class. That thing was absolute shit.

Pleased he didn’t look like a slob and did, in fact, look hot, Jimin returned to the living room where
he gathered his boots so he could slip them on.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to wait for him downstairs.” Jimin explained as he plopped down and started tugging
on his boots.

“Eager much?” Jungkook lightly teased, perking a brow and Jimin was tempted to throw his shoe
at him.

“Or you could wait across the hall so he can kiss you in private.” Taehyung pondered aloud,
making Jimin pause in lacing up his boots. “Since hyung isn’t a PDA kind of person.”
Taehyung was right. Yoongi had a better chance of kissing him if they were the privacy of their
shared hallway. “But what if he needs help with his luggage?”

“Did he even pack that much?” Jungkook questioned and form what Jimin could remember, no.
Yoongi liked to pack light so he probably didn’t need help at all. Plus, what if Namjoon was with
him? Yoongi wouldn’t kiss Jimin in front of Namjoon, at least not the way Jimin wanted to be
kissed.

“Would it be too eager to wait at his door?” Jimin started to second guess himself. “Should I just
wait here? Until he texts me? What if-” He gasped, his entire body freezing. “What if he doesn’t
want to see me yet?”

“Whoa.” Taehyung lurched forward to grabbed at Jimin’s hands. “Of course he wants to see you.
He texted you as soon as he landed and as soon as Namjoon-hyung picked him up. He wants you to
be waiting for him, Jimin. I bet he’ll be so happy to see your cute face after his flight.” Taehyung
grabbed his cheeks and squished them, making Jimin’s heart ease and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay, Tae, I get it.” He carefully shoved his friend away from him so he could finish
putting his shoes on. “I’m going to be a really big dork and wait for him outside his door.”

“That’s my, Chimmy.” Taehyung praised, a smile on his face as he snuggled into Jungkook’s side.

Jimin finished up with his boots and then got to his feet, tucking his phone, wallet and keys into his
pockets. “I don’t know if I’ll be back.”

“Told you he was gonna get that dick, Kookie.”

“I am not!” Jimin huffed, flushing all the way to the tips of his ears. “I’m just, I don’t know. I’m
sure he’s sleepy and wants to just rest and I’m going to take care of him.”

“And we’re the gross ones.” Jungkook whispered in Taehyung’s ear making him giggle.

“I heard that.” Jimin gave Jungkook’s foot a swift kick that made the younger wince. “If you’re
gonna fuck while I’m gone, leave a sock on the door or something.” He gave them both a salute
that Taehyung returned before leaving the apartment. He shut the door behind himself and glanced
around the hallway to find it as empty as he expected.

Jimin hummed to himself as he stepped across the small hallway and shifted to lean back against
Yoongi’s closed door. He wasn’t sure how long Yoongi would be but he was willing to wait for
him. He squatted down on the floor, using the door to support his back and pulled out his phone to
give himself something to do while he waited.

Not even ten minutes later, Yoongi sent him a new message saying they had arrived and he would
be up soon which gave Jimin hope that Yoongi was expecting to see him waiting for him. Jimin
quickly stood up and smoothed out his clothing, checking his hair one more time. A bubble of
anxiety started to form in his chest for reasons he couldn’t explain. He was excited to see Yoongi
but also a little nervous. It had only been four days, barely even that, and they talked to each other
as much as they could during those days. Yoongi called him every night just to hear Jimin’s voice
before he went to sleep and that was one of the sweetest things as far as Jimin was concerned.

The elevator dinged after a few minutes and Jimin snapped his head up, shoving his phone and
hands into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. He watched as the reflective metal doors finally slid
open and Yoongi came into view, alone. He looked tired, his shoulders slumped and his eyes
heavy. He wore a black mask under his chin, something he had probably worn over his mouth and
nose on the plane and Jimin felt a weird sense of Deja Vu seeing him wearing such a thing which
was, weird. He’d never seen Yoongi wear a mask like that before but why did it look so familiar?

But then Yoongi lifted his head to step out of the elevator, rolling his suitcase along with him and
their eyes met. He really did look tired but as soon as he recognized Jimin, the glaze in his eyes
disappeared and his pale lips twitched into a soft smile. Jimin had the strong urge to run to him,
wrap him up in his arms and never let go and he realized he could do that now.

The elevator doors shut quietly behind Yoongi and Jimin didn’t waste his time. He quickly closed
the distance between them, Yoongi let his messenger bag fall for the floor carefully and opened his
arms slightly in anticipation which urged Jimin on faster.

Yoongi nearly fell into Jimin’s open arms and his heart fluttered with the knowledge that Yoongi
was just as relieved to see him as Jimin was to see him. He wrapped his arms tightly around
Yoongi’s shoulders and tucked the man against his shoulder tightly, burying his face into his
beanie covered head and inhaling his sweet slightly musty scent. Yoongi melted into his hold
immediately, pressing his face into his shoulder and grasping the fabric of the hoodie bunched
around his waist.

“Hey baby.” Jimin greeted softly, pressing his lips against Yoongi’s beanie which had all of his
hair tucked inside, his forehead and heavy brows on full display. Jimin wanted to kiss him all over.

“Hey angel.” Yoongi’s voice was raspy, probably from sleeping on the plane and Jimin decided it
as best to help him get inside his apartment and cleaned up.

“Let’s get you inside.” Jimin shifted to pull away but Yoongi’s hands tightened in his hoodie and
the next thing Jimin knew, he had soft slightly chapped lips against his own and fuck did he really
like this man.

Yoongi kissed him softly, but eagerly, like he had missed doing this as much as Jimin and Jimin
cradled his face gingerly, returning the kiss as deeply as he could in an effort to let Yoongi know
he had been greatly missed. Yoongi was chilled from the bitter winter air and Jimin couldn’t wait
for spring because he imagined Yoongi was absolutely stunning in warmer weather.

Yoongi pulled back after a moment to breathe and he tenderly rubbed the tips of their noses
together, making Jimin’s heart flutter and his entire body flush with warmth. Jimin made a soft
noise of happiness and gave his boyfriend one more kiss, a little softer and sweeter and Yoongi
pouted his lips out cutely to return the kiss. When Jimin pulled back, Yoongi’s lips were still pouty
and he looked like he was ready for bed and it wasn’t even dark outside yet.

“Come on, baby.” Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s suitcase and bag for him, hooking the bag over his
shoulder and then took Yoongi’s hand in his free one. Yoongi easily linked their fingers together
and led them to his apartment door. He paused outside to dig through his bag at Jimin’s side and
pulled out his keys so he could unlock his door. He mumbled something about probably giving
Jimin a key so he didn’t always have to wait outside but it was so soft that Jimin was almost certain
he had misheard.

Yoongi’s apartment was dark, quiet and cold when they entered and Jimin followed his boyfriend
inside. Yoongi didn’t bother flicking on a light while Jimin shut the door behind them and they
removed their shoes. He followed Yoongi down the hallway to his bedroom where he could drop
off all of his things. Yoongi made sure to pause on the way, turning up the heat so his already cold
body didn’t freeze more and then they shuffled into his bedroom.

Yoongi tugged off his beanie as soon as they were inside and shuffled over to the side of his large
bed to flick on one of the lights. Jimin placed Yoongi’s messenger bag carefully on the bed,
knowing it housed his cameras and then tucked his suitcase by the foot of the bed as well.
Meanwhile, Yoongi disappeared into his bathroom to do whatever it was he needed to do.

This wasn’t the first time Jimin had been inside Yoongi’s bedroom since they started dated but it
was a rare occasion. Yoongi had the nicer bed for sure but they usually ended up falling asleep at
Jimin’s because that’s where they spent the most of their time. Jimin had never slept on Yoongi’s
bed and he wondered if tonight would be the first night he would get the pleasure.

“Thanks for coming over.” Yoongi said as he returned from the bathroom, his hair looking crinkled
but fluffy and his face a little more refreshed. “But I’m so tired, Jimin, I don’t know if I’ll be much
company.”

Jimin pursed his lips and crossed the room to approach his boyfriend, reaching out to smooth over
his shoulders where he had removed his coat to reveal the soft black sweater beneath. “I’m here to
take care of you, baby. I figured you’d be tired. How about a bath to warm up?” He slipped his
hands up Yoongi’s neck to tangle his fingers in the man’s soft hair. “And then we can lay down
and snuggle for a while, hm? Maybe get some sleep?”

“That… sounds fucking wonderful.” Yoongi knocked his head against Jimin’s collarbone and he
knew his boyfriend really was exhausted. He had quite the day seeing as his first early flight was
canceled and he had to take a much later one, after a weekend that had already been stressful and
busy.

“Come come.” Jimin gingerly ushered Yoongi back into his bathroom where he knew a very nice
tub was waiting for them. “You get undressed, I’ll run you a bath.” Jimin gave Yoongi’s cheek a
soft kiss that the elder leaned into before he left him to do as he said he would. He didn’t think
about the fact that he was going to see Yoongi naked until he had already settled down on the edge
of the tub and filled the water up halfway.

“You fitting in there with me?” Yoongi questioned softly, with a hint of amusement to his voice
and Jimin turned around in question to see nothing but pale skin. He squeaked in surprise and
quickly covered his face with his hands because he didn’t know what else to do. Yoongi chuckled
softly, running his fingers through Jimin’s hair softly, pushing his bangs off his brow. “You’re
allowed to look, you know.”

“I’m not ready!” Jimin gasped out because wow, he needed more mental preparation for this. “I
need more warning than this.”

“You’re the one who told me to undress.” Yoongi pointed out and Jimin just knew Yoongi was
giving him that soft, coy little smile of his. He sure sounded a little cocky and Jimin figured he had
nothing to hide but confident in his body Yoongi was not something Jimin was prepared for. He
might have dirty thoughts about Yoongi but it was another thing to just have his dick right there
out in the open.

“I know.” Jimin mumbled. “And I don’t think we’ll both fit. Tae and I tried to fit in ours once but
he’s huge that didn’t work out well. I know neither of us are as huge as Tae but still. You just,
enjoy your bath.” He moved to his feet and carefully removed his hands from his face, forcing
himself to keep his eyes level with Yoongi’s. He saw a glimpse of bare shoulders, his tasty
collarbone and some chest and fuck wow okay that was a thing, Jimin needed to leave before he
did something naughty. “Are you hungry? I could get food. Yeah, food, You should eat.”

Yoongi snorted softly, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement as he crossed his arms over his
chest. Apparently, he found Jimin being flustered very amusing. Jimin had to admit if roles were
reversed, he would probably be just as amused as Yoongi. “Sure, Angel. Get me something warm?
And some tea if you don’t mind.”

“Yes! Okay, tea, I’m on it.” He quickly shuffled around Yoongi and slipped out of the bathroom,
his entire face flushing from the way Yoongi was chuckling at him when he shut the door.

His heart was in his throat and as much as Jimin had tried to be a decent human being, he had to
admit he might have seen a little bit of Yoongi’s dick because, well… He couldn’t help himself.
And if there was more to Yoongi’s dick than he happened to see, he was a little excited to see what
else the man was hiding in those pants of his. Oh, and his ass. He had a very nice ass. Jimin
shoved those thoughts away as much as he could and hurried out of the bedroom to bring Yoongi
what he desired.

Jimin knew Yoongi wouldn’t have anything to eat in his house because Yoongi rarely kept his
cabinets stocked anyway and he had been gone for a few days. Luckily, there was a store just down
the block and Jimin had all he needed to head down. Aside from a coat. He stole one from Yoongi,
knowing the man wouldn’t mind at all, slipped his boots on, made sure he had his phone, wallet,
keys and Yoongi’s keys before leaving the apartment.

The winter air was bitter against his face but Jimin didn’t mind dealing with it in order to help
Yoongi relax after his stressful weekend. Yoongi’s coat was rather warm and smelled sweet just
like him. Jimin hurried to the convenience store on the corner of their block and rushed into the
warmth. He knew Yoongi wasn’t a picky eater so he picked out the first thing that looked like a
meal, paid and hurried back to the apartment building.

Yoongi’s apartment was quiet and warm when Jimin returned and he assumed Yoongi was still
soaking in the tub so he removed his shoes and coat, locked up the door and moved into the
kitchen to start some water for tea and to cook up his food. It wasn’t the healthiest dinner but it was
something and he knew Yoongi would appreciate the effort.

Jimin popped the curry and rice into the microwave and searched through Yoongi’s cabinets for
the man’s favorite nighttime tea. He discovered Yoongi really needed to go shopping and he made
the mental note to invite him shopping tomorrow before his classes. There were a few things Jimin
needed to pick up as well.

By the time the kettle whistled, Yoongi’s food was steaming hot and ready to eat. He filled
Yoongi’s favorite black and white marble mug with water, dropped in his tea bag and let it soak.
Then he gathered the mug and his food in both hands to bring them back to the bedroom.

Jimin was surprised to see Yoongi already out of the tub, settled on the edge of his bed in a pair of
black sweatpants and a long-sleeved black shirt. He looked warm and cozy, his cheeks flushed
slightly, hair still damp and he was fiddling with his phone until Jimin entered, catching his
attention.

“Food and tea!” Jimin announced, lifting the offered items and Yoongi’s lips twitched into a fond
smile.

“Thank you, angel.” Yoongi took the offered food while Jimin set his tea down on the bedside
table to soak a little more. Yoongi scooted up his bed to rest back against the headboard and pulled
his blanket up to rest over his lap so his hot food didn’t burn his legs too much when he placed it
on his lap.

Jimin glanced around the room, noting that Yoongi had tucked away his cameras by his work desk
and his suitcase was over by his closet, still closed but ready to be emptied when Yoongi was
ready. Jimin’s eyes lingered over the desk, the very same desk that brought them together and he
couldn’t help but be thankful to the inanimate object. Without it, he might never had gotten so
close to Yoongi so quickly.

“I think I’ve said it before but that desk really suits this room.” Jimin mused as he crawled onto
the other side of the bed to join Yoongi.

“Mmm, you have.” Yoongi said around a mouthful of rice and curry. “And I’ve thanked you for
bringing it up for me but I’ll do it again.” He leaned over once Jimin was close enough to plant a
soft kiss to his cheek. “Thanks angel.”

It was so soft, so sweet, and made Jimin’s heart flutter happily. “You’re welcome.”

Yoongi made soft little content noises as he ate his food and Jimin settled down beside him, their
shoulders pressed together. Yoongi smelled like flowers, sweet and floral and Jimin nuzzled into
his neck gently to savor the scent and the warm skin available to him. He could feel Yoongi’s
throat working as he chewed and swallowed and it did Jimin’s heart well to know his boyfriend
was eating and being taken care of.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi to finish his meal and he took his time sipping his tea and letting
Jimin nuzzle against his side. Once he was all done, Jimin took his empty bowl and cup and
slipped off the bed to return to the kitchen. He dumped the plastic bowl in the trash and then
washed out his cup in the sink, leaving it out to dry before returning to the bedroom. He shut the
door out of habit and Yoongi was already crawling under the covers by the time he came back.

“You should change.” Yoongi mumbled, his eyes heavy with sleep as he settled down under his
blankets. “As nice as your ass looks in those pants, your dick won’t be happy if you sleep in them.”

Jimin snorted softly. “Thank you for appreciating my ass.”

Yoongi made a slightly offended noise. “I always appreciate your ass, Park Jimin. It’s a very nice
one.”

“Is it?” Jimin twisted around to show off said ass and warmth flushed through his stomach at the
way Yoongi’s dark sleepy eyes dropped to it. “You’ve never even touched it, pretty boy.”

“Don’t tempt me.” There was something dark in his voice, something that sent chills over Jimin’s
spine and spoke of promise. He couldn’t help but wiggle his butt just a little bit and thrived on the
soft deep rumble Yoongi let out.

“Where are your clothes, baby? What can I change into?”

Yoongi pointed at his dresser by the closet. “There should be pants in there that’ll fit you. Joon
leaves his shit all the time. Pretty sure my sweats aren’t big enough for those fucking thighs of
yours.”

“Namjoon-hyung’s a giant.” Jimin pointed out.

“Better too long than too tight in the dick, babe.”

And Yoongi had a point so Jimin shifted over to the dresser and tugged open the bottom drawer
Yoongi directed him too. He found a pair of grey sweatpants that were too long for him but did
happen to fit his thighs better than Yoongi’s pants would have. He was tempted to leave the hoodie
on but Yoongi liked to keep his room warm and Jimin would actually die if he kept it on. So he
tugged it off, tucked it away with his jeans and crawled into bed without a shirt on.
Yoongi was blinking at him in slight surprise when Jimin finally looked at him and he realized
Yoongi was staring at his chest, which was free for him to oogle at. Feeling a little confident,
Jimin slipped a smirk on over his lips and settled down beside his boyfriend.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?”

“Yeah.” No shame, at all, but there was a little flush on his nose but Jimin wasn’t sure if that was
from embarrassment or arousal. Hopefully the latter. There was a little heat in Yoongi’s sleepy
eyes and Jimin made a note to look into that a little bit later. He knew he had a decent body thanks
to working out, his diet and his dancing and he was happy Yoongi appreciated his efforts.

“Oh, well, it’s yours you know.” Jimin nearly purred, slipping between the sheets to lay down
beside Yoongi. The older twisted to face him, tucking the blankets under his chin and leveling
Jimin with an unreadable look before a faint smile curled to his lips.

“Yeah, I know.” He seemed almost proud of this fact, a cat-like smile forming his lips as he
reached out to touch. Yoongi’s fingers were warm against his skin but Jimin still shivered anyway,
not ready for Yoongi to touch his bare skin in such a way. Yoongi laid his palm flat against Jimin’s
chest, right over his heartbeat and Jimin was certain the older could feel the way it picked up in
pace. “I recall being promised cuddles?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Jimin swallowed hard, heat starting to pool in the pit of his stomach but he
brushed it off the best he could. He reached out for Yoongi who came without hesitation. Yoongi
plastered himself against Jimin’s bare chest, tucking his head just under his chin and curled a hand
over his hip, letting the other rest between their stomachs. He used one of Jimin’s biceps as a
support under his neck and Jimin wrapped his other arm around Yoongi’s waist, rubbing up and
down his back in a soothing motion.

Cuddling had always been one of Jimin’s favorite things to do but with Yoongi, it had become
something even more special. Cuddling with Yoongi was their main show of affection and Yoongi
was such a good cuddler. He didn’t wiggle much, could lie still for hours, and really enjoyed
nuzzling into Jimin’s neck to leave soft kisses when he felt up to it. There was no where else Jimin
would rather be.

“I missed you.” Jimin admitted softly, his lips buried in Yoongi’s dark hair.

“Missed you too, angel.” Yoongi’s lips brushed against the skin of his collarbone, making Jimin
shiver ever so slightly.

“How was Osaka? You didn’t tell me much while you were gone.” Jimin knew Yoongi liked when
he talked, liked falling asleep to the sound of his voice and Yoongi was so cute when he was
sleepy.

“It was beautiful. Wedding was stunning.” Yoongi slurred, sounding more and more sleepy as time
went on. “Have to bring you next time. You ever been?”

“To Japan? No, baby. Not that I remember. I know my parents took me to China once when I was
little and we went to France when I was twelve and New York when I was seventeen.”

“Rich kid.” Yoongi teased lightly, his smile soft against Jimin’s skin.

“Yeah, but I’d like to see Japan with you. Maybe next time?”

“Yes, next time.” Yoongi promised. “What did you do while I was away?”
“Nothing really.” Jimin answered honestly. “I got some work done on my routine and finished an
essay I’ve been putting off. Oh, and you know Tae took me shopping with all his fancy model
money.”

“I’d ask if he bought you that hoodie but then I remembered it’s actually mine.”

Jimin’s cheeks went a little hot. “Yeah. I um, might have stolen it.”

“Did you?” Yoongi’s body rattled slightly with his breathless laugh.

Jimin pouted out his lips lightly. “You were leaving for four days. I wanted something.”

Yoongi was quiet for a moment before he pulled back to meet Jimin’s eyes with his sleep-heavy
ones. He didn’t look mad, though, and that eased Jimin’s nerves. “Did you sleep with it?”

Jimin blinked in surprise at the question because yes, he did sleep with it because it smelled like
strawberries and flowers. It smelled like Yoongi. “Yes…”

Yoongi blinked himself a little more awake and his gaze focused on Jimin’s lips. There was
something almost heated about his gaze and heat flushed up Jimin’s spine unexpectedly. “Is it
weird I find that highly attractive?”

“That I slept with your hoodie because it smelled like you and I missed you?”

“Yes.” Yoongi breathed out.

“Oh, um, well.” Jimin swallowed hard and curled a smile to one corner of his mouth. “Next time
you leave, you can have one of my hoodies.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with interest. “It might get dirty though.”

Jimin opened his mouth to ask how it would possibly get dirty and then it all clicked together.
Yoongi was… Oh fuck. Heat flared across Jimin’s face, down his throat, into his chest and pooled
deep in the bit of his stomach, sprinkling a bit of arousal he was in no way prepared for at the
thought of Yoongi touching himself with one of Jimin’s hoodies clutched to his face. That was,
wow.

Jimin didn’t do anything like that with Yoongi’s hoodie but now he almost wished he had because
what a great idea that was. It wasn’t like Jimin had never touched himself thinking of Yoongi.
He’d be lying if he said he’d never done that and now Yoongi was practically admitting he did the
same thing and Jimin’s brain fizzled out for a few seconds.

Yoongi’s gaze was dark, a flicker of heat in the corners and his lips were curled ever so slightly
into a faint smile, like he knew exactly what Jimin was thinking and found it both amusing and
arousing.

“W-We haven’t even talked about that yet, Yoongi.”

“About what? Sex?” He said it so casually and maybe it was casual seeing as they were dating but
still, Jimin wasn’t prepared.

“Y-Yes?”

“Oh, I didn’t know we needed to have a conversation about it.” And Yoongi looked serious for a
moment, his eyes a little wider and his brows higher. “Are you okay with it? It’s alright if you’re
not.”

“N-No, I am. I, um, sex is okay with me.” Jimin mumbled through his embarrassment. “Very okay
with me.”

Yoongi nodded, relaxing slightly. “Me too. Good. Great conversation. So did you use my hoodie
for that or not?”

Jimin wanted to shove at his stupid pretty little face but instead he just whined and buried his head
in Yoongi’s pillow. “No, oh my god, I didn’t even think about that.”

“You disappoint me, angel. And here I was thinking about you touching yourself with your cute
nose buried in my hoodie, making all these cute little noises.”

“Holy-what the fuck Yoongi.” Jimin gasped out, heat flaring over his entire body at those words
because Yoongi’s mouth was shameless. When he looked at Yoongi with wide eyes, the darkened
heated look was back in his eyes and Jimin suddenly wanted Yoongi to kiss him just like that.

“Am I wrong?” Yoongi sounded truly curious, bringing a hand up to brush back some of Jimin’s
hair from his brow and cheeks.

“I didn’t do that.” Jimin admitted, though he didn’t admit he wished he had. “I might have….” He
chewed on his bottom lips for a moment while Yoongi waited expectantly. “Done stuff while you
were done.”

Yoongi perked a brow in interest. “Define ‘stuff’?”

“Hyung~!” Jimin practically whined, grabbing at Yoongi’s hip and shifting so he could hide his
face in the older’s hair. “Don’t make me answer that.”

“Honestly Jimin I didn’t expect you to be so shy, it’s real fucking cute.” Yoongi chuckled softly,
running a hand through Jimin’s hair soothingly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease you but you’re
real cute like this.”

Jimin whined again, nearly pouting against Yoongi’s hair. “I’m not usually shy, okay, you just- I
don’t know. I’ve been trying not to be weird by thinking sexually about you cause I’ve thought
about you for a while and I’m still not used to the idea that it’s okay to think about stuff like that.”

“It’s more than okay, angel.” Yoongi assured him, his voice soft and sincere and his fingers started
to knead gently at the base of Jimin’s neck. “I think about you all the time.”

Jimin’s heart squeezed in his chest. “Y-You do?”

“Yeah? Pretty normal right. You are my boyfriend after all.”

Jimin pulled back with a gasp, realization beaming on him like sunlight. “Baby, why think about it
when we can do it?”

Yoongi blinked once, both of his hands curled in the space between them. “Right now?”

Heat flushed through Jimin’s entire body and suddenly just cuddling and getting some sleep didn’t
seem all that important. “I, uh. I just mean when we’re ready. And stuff.”

Yoongi laughed softly, his cheeks bunching from his smile. “Okay, angel. When we’re ready.” He
agreed. “But I’m going to kiss you now.”
Jimin’s breathe hitched. “ Please .”

An elegant finger hooked under his chin, lifted his head ever so slightly and Yoongi closed the
small distance between them. Warm, plump lips covered his own and Jimin sighed into the kiss,
pouting his lips out to eagerly return it. Yoongi always tasted so nice, felt so nice and Jimin
flattened his palm over the small of Yoongi’s back to press their bodies closer. One of Yoongi’s
hands dropped to curl over Jimin’s hip with the other pressed against his chest gently. Using the
arm trapped beneath Yoongi’s head, Jimin curled his hand backwards to start tickling through his
hair, smiling at the way Yoongi nearly purred at the feeling and pressed even closer.

This was something familiar, even if the burning in his stomach was more intense than usual.
There was just something arousing about knowing that Yoongi wanted Jimin just as much as Jimin
wanted him. It was encouraging and when Jimin parted his lips to lap at Yoongi’s bottom lip there
was no hesitation in the man opening his mouth.

Jimin licked into his boyfriend’s mouth, tasting a sweetness that was strictly Yoongi and he nearly
moaned at the taste, enjoying it more than he perhaps should. The fact that they were lying in
Yoongi’s bed, a place Jimin never had the pleasure of being invited into before, pressed together,
mouths catching in all the right places over and over again and Yoongi’s nails digging in the skin
of his chest made Jimin started to think this might be different than normal.

Kissing was one thing. They did that more times than he could count and even when those kisses
became heated, they usually simmered down after a while but Jimin didn’t see this simmering
down any time soon. Not with the way Yoongi was eagerly licking into his mouth, pouting his lips
against the corner of his mouth and sliding his hand up Jimin’s chest to curl around his neck,
hooking a thumb under his jaw to angle Jimin’s head the perfect way.

Oh fuck this was different. It was as if there was a silent agreement between them that this was
okay now and maybe there was. Jimin was ready, oh fuck was he ready and though Yoongi had
been sleepy, he seemed to be thriving now.

Fire licked through Jimin’s body when Yoongi’s hand hooked over his hip and gave him a soft
push. The question was there, silently, softly, with a lick to the corner of his mouth but Jimin
eagerly answered. He dug his hand through black strands, curled a fist at the base of Yoongi’s
spine and then they rolled.

The mattress was soft against his back, his entire body sinking inside and then there was Yoongi’s
weight, settling perfectly between his willingly spread thighs and fuck Jimin loved the feeling of
Yoongi’s weight there. The older let his bent elbows rest near Jimin’s ribs and though the room
was dark, the light flickering in from his window was enough to cast Yoongi in an almost ethereal
glow that made Jimin’s throat tight.

His dark eyes were sparkling from the light but then they were gone, closed when Yoongi leaned in
to kiss him. Oh, Jimin liked this position. He liked sinking into the mattress because of Yoongi’s
almost full weight against his own body. The brush of soft fabric against his bare skin was like a
tease, prickling his skin and curling heat in the pit of his stomach.

Jimin couldn’t say when the pressure between them started to build, maybe when they had actually
talked about sex being okay for them, but now that pressure was almost too much to bear. Jimin
wanted to touch but all Yoongi was doing was gently brushing a hand through his hair and kissing
him like there was nothing else he would rather be doing. Slowly, sensually, torturously.

Jimin puffed out the faintest whine against Yoongi’s lips and decided he needed to do more than
just lay there and let Yoongi devour his mouth. He brought both of his hands up, brushing up the
fabric of Yoongi’s shirt and reaching under to touch soft warm skin. Yoongi didn’t even flinch at
the touch, just leaned into Jimin a little bit more, pressing their stomachs together and Jimin
groaned from the weight, from the pressure now on his groin.

Yoongi’s skin was so soft to the touch, so warm, and Jimin let his hands explore while Yoongi’s
lips trailed away from his mouth to kiss over his cheek, his jaw and down his neck to find Jimin’s
most sensitive places that made his breath come up short.

Jimin quickly learned how much Yoongi liked having his stomach touched, the soft skin jumping
from his touch and Yoongi kissing him a little harder. Jimin hummed in satisfaction, brushing his
thumbs over Yoongi’s skin, up his ribs, over his chest and against a nipple that was much more
sensitive than he expected. Yoongi started to tremble against him when he swiped a thumb against
his nipple and Jimin tried not to smirk, tucking away that information for a later time.

For now, Jimin just wanted to explore, wanted to touch. Yoongi’s body was almost a mystery to
him and he wanted to learn every dip, every curve, every spot that made Yoongi gasp like that
against the curve of his neck. Jimin wasn’t sure how long they stayed there like that only that by
the time his hands were slipping down to feel Yoongi’s slightly plump thighs, the man was panting
lightly against his collarbone and Jimin was certain he had a few new marks against his skin, which
he was more than fine with.

“Fuck.” Yoongi whispered against his skin, his breath hot against Jimin’s already flushed skin. He
was nearly trembling against Jimin, making his blood rush and flash like fire through his entire
body. He had noticed the hardness forming against his stomach a little while ago but he didn’t
mind it. Admittedly, the fire in his body was curling between his legs and there was his own
hardness pressed against Yoongi as well.

The question was whether they were going to do anything about it and Jimin silently prayed they
would. Even if they just touched. Yoongi was so pretty, so gorgeous, the most attractive man Jimin
had ever met and he wanted him. He wanted him so badly.

“Shit.” Yoongi mumbled after a moment and pulled back from Jimin to sit up on his knees. The
blankets fell away from them then and Jimin’s hands moved to rest on his own spread thighs,
licking at his lower lip from the intense look Yoongi was giving him. His eyes were so dark, his
lips pursed and red from kissing and fuck. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?” Yoongi
nearly whispered, reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt and then it was gone, ripped over his
head and Jimin could see so much pale skin his throat went tight.

Yoongi had a lovely body. His skin was so pale, nearly flawless aside from a scar or two and
though he was lithe, he wasn’t out of shape. There was some definition to his arms, shoulders and
chest. Jimin wanted to kiss every inch of him. He had never seen something more attractive than a
half-naked Yoongi sitting between his spread thighs and looking at him like he was ready to
devour him whole.

Oh, Jimin wanted him to.

“Yoongi.” Jimin breathed out, lust flooding through him like a tidal wave and he reached up to
make grabby hands at the older, begging for him to come back so he could feel skin to skin.

Yoongi obeyed without question, sliding their bodies together, pressing their groins and stomachs
together so he could capture Jimin’s lips once more. Jimin moaned into the kiss, unable to stop
himself and wrapped both arms around Yoongi’s shoulders to keep him close, licking over his lips
and into his mouth.
These kisses were more passionate than normal, a little wet and sloppy but oh Jimin loved them.
He loved the way Yoongi shoved his body into the mattress, the way his hand came up to dig into
his hair and catch on a few strands, the way his teeth gently grazed over his bottom lip. Jimin’s
hands found purchase against Yoongi’s hips, clawing and tugging on the skin to bring him even
closer.

It wasn’t until Jimin’s thighs dropped open wider and Yoongi fully settled between them did the
burn of pleasure really spark between them. Jimin whined out a moan and Yoongi made the
deepest sound Jimin had ever heard, sending pleasured chills over his entire body.

“Yoongi.” Jimin softly moaned, hands grabbing at his lower back and his hip, urging him to move,
to do something. “Please.”

There was a soft smirk against his mouth and Jimin shivered from the pleasure as Yoongi licked
his way to the edge of his jaw. “What do you want, angel?” Yoongi’s voice was soft against his
flushed skin, a little raspy and breathless but still more firm than Jimin felt. “Do you want it like
this?” Slowly, Yoongi put pressure on their hips, rubbing fabric against Jimin’s already painfully
hard cock and Jimin let out a sharp noise, digging his short nails into Yoongi’s skin. “You want me
to rub against you until we come in our pants like teenagers? Or do you want more? Do you want
skin? Do you want to feel ?”

And, maybe Jimin should have seen this coming but in all honesty, he didn’t expect Yoongi to be a
talker. The man was more reserved, more quiet, but maybe that wasn’t how he was in bed. No,
Yoongi had a sly curl to his mouth and something filthy waiting on the tip of his tongue and Jimin
wanted to taste it all.

Screw being shy. If Yoongi could be dirty, so could Jimin.

“I wanna feel you.” Jimin breathed out, fluttering his eyes open just as Yoongi lifted his head to
shift his burning gaze at him. Jimin pursed out his kiss-swollen lips, licked at his bottom lip and
noticed the way Yoongi’s eyes dropped to watch him do so hungrily. Jimin preened at the
attention, aware he had a pretty mouth and a naughty thought occurred to him then. “I wanna pop
your cock in my mouth.”

Yoongi went still for a moment and then his entire body shivered, his head dropping against
Jimin’s collarbone with a ‘thunk’ and Jimin grinned softly because he knew he had won. “Fuck,
Jimin.” He moaned out softly and Jimin could feel his cock twitch against his stomach from the
loose fabric of his sweatpants.

“Too much?” Jimin teased lightly, rubbing a hand against Yoongi’s warm back, feeling the tense
muscles and bones. “I mean, we could fuck like teenagers but I’d much rather find out what your
cock tastes like.”

Oh, Jimin could give it as well as he could take it and Yoongi was about to learn the door he just
opened.

“Well, I’m not going to fucking stop you.” Yoongi groaned as he moved to sit back, running a hand
through his hair and looking delicious while doing so. Jimin could see the tent in his pants, the
obvious fact he wasn’t wearing underwear and Jimin’s mouth watered at the idea of not only
finally seeing Yoongi’s dick, but also holding it, tasting him.

Jimin may have been born with a plump mouth but he knew how to use it and enjoyed doing so.
Sucking dick was, maybe, one if his favorite sexual acts and though it had been a while for him,
Jimin was ready to blow Yoongi’s mind. He wanted to give Yoongi pleasure, to see the way his
face looked when Jimin lapped at his cock, the way Yoongi looked at him. Oh, Jimin’s entire body
fizzled with pleasure at the thought.

“Good.” Jimin sat up with him, planting a kiss to the curve of his neck and then he manhandled
Yoongi to lay back down on the mattress. Yoongi was a solid man but he was small, and rather
light, which made it easy for Jimin to pick him up and move him. He didn’t fail to see the way
Yoongi flushed from the action, the way his eyes glazed over from lust and Jimin made a note to
look into that further later. If Yoongi liked being picked up, Jimin had an assortment of ways to
please him in such a way but for now, Jimin wanted a cock in his mouth; Yoongi’s, to be exact.

Jimin straddled Yoongi’s thighs, smoothing his hands over his soft stomach, loving the way the
soft pudge twitched beneath his fingers. Jimin noticed how Yoongi was nearly hairless in a place
where Jimin had a little trail of hair himself. He wondered if that was natural or if Yoongi removed
it himself.

The urge to kiss was too strong and Jimin shifted further down Yoongi’s thighs to start kissing
every inch of pale skin he could get his lips on. Yoongi’s breath hitched and he obviously enjoyed
the feel of Jimin’s plump wet lips against his skin. A hand dug into Jimin’s hair, grasping lightly as
Jimin moved his lips over Yoongi’s collarbone, down his chest and over a perk little nipple that he
was tempted to suckle on.

Jimin had the freedom to do as he pleased, Yoongi a wide-open book right in front of him so after
he glanced up at his flushed boyfriend, Jimin decided to play with him a little bit. He kissed his
way to a nipple, flicked his tongue out against the nub and enjoyed the way Yoongi gasped, arched
his body.

“Oh fuck.” Yoongi breathed out, his eyes wide when he tilted his head to look at Jimin. “I thought
you were going to suck my dick, angel.”

“I’m taking my time.” Jimin stated as casually as he could manage. “I wanna savor you, baby.”

“Right. Sure.” Yoongi tossed an arm over his eyes and Jimin pressed his smirk against Yoongi’s
nipple, enjoying the dark flush over the skin of his cheeks.

“You’re so sensitive here.” Jimin observed, giving the perk nipple one more kiss that made
Yoongi’s entire body twitch. Yoongi’s breath came out raspy and Jimin knew he was bringing his
boyfriend pleasure, which was everything he could possibly want. “And here.” Jimin breathed
against his flushed, twitching skin as he moved down his body, leaving a trail of kisses right to his
stomach. “What a pretty tummy, baby.” He pressed his lips fully against Yoongi’s stomach, right
near his belly button and Yoongi’s entire body buzzed with pleasure, twitching and he tossed his
arm from his eyes and glanced down at Jimin with wide, glistening eyes. “So warm.” He mused,
pressing the flat of his stomach against the bulge of Yoongi’s stomach and enjoying the way
Yoongi squirmed while keeping their gazes locked.

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s cock twitch against his sternum through his sweatpants and maybe
teasing Yoongi after the weekend he had wasn’t such a good idea. Yoongi had been stressed and
very tired when he finally came home and Jimin just wanted to take care of him. They had all the
time in the world to take it slow, to tease and savor and memorize. Yoongi worked hard and
deserved the best blow job Jimin could possibly give him right now.

So Jimin moved further down Yoongi’s body and hooked his fingers over the hem of his black
sweatpants. But instead of instantly pulling them down, Jimin wanted to get a feel for what he was
about to see. He glanced up to see Yoongi watching him intently and smiled softly, flashing some
of his teeth before he dropped his head and pressed his mouth to the outline of Yoongi’s hard cock
through the fabric of his pants.

Yoongi groaned, dropping his head back against the pillow and Jimin moaned himself, the intense
heat and hardness against his mouth burning pleasure into the pit of his stomach. Jimin moved
slowly, figuring out the shape of Yoongi’s cock with his mouth and he wasn’t even surprised that
Yoongi wasn’t in no way lacking in the dick department. It felt long, thick and heavy against his
mouth and the fabric started to become damp from how wet Jimin’s mouth started to become.

Fuck teasing, fuck savoring. Jimin needed him in his mouth now. Finally, Jimin gave Yoongi’s
hem a tug and the man lifted his hips naturally, which made it easy for Jimin to tug his pants
down. His cock popped free and Jimin lifted up on his knees so he could pull Yoongi’s pants off
all the way, the older kicking them off his feet to drop to the floor.

Jimin settled his weight on Yoongi’s knees, leaning over the man and for a moment, just stared at
his cock. It was as big as it felt through the pants but it wasn’t enormous, nestled in a small thatch
of dark hair Yoongi obviously kept trimmed. It was such a nice size, long enough to curve over
Yoongi’s hip and press near his belly button. It was thick as well and Jimin wondered if he could
fit his entire fist around it, knowing how short his fingers already were. It was pale like Yoongi,
making the flushed red skin all the more bright, making Jimin’s mouth water. He didn’t realize
Yoongi was watching him until he finally glanced up and saw Yoongi’s dark eyes hazy and his lips
bitten red.

This was actually about to happen, Jimin thought. Yoongi was his. Yoongi wanted this from him
and that urged Jimin on.

Jimin pressed his face into Yoongi’s stomach first, giving him a few soft kisses before trailing
down to the hard cock twitching near his cheek. He could smell Yoongi. He smelled like soap, skin
and something delicious. He had never wanted something in his mouth as much as he wanted this.

Jimin glanced up, locked eyes with a trembling Yoongi and pressed his lips to the length of his
cock. He was warm, so warm, and Yoongi’s eyes went a little wider. Oh, he was so pretty like that.
He looked stunned almost, like he was in awe of what Jimin was doing and Jimin, to his credit,
knew how good he looked while sucking dick. It was just one of those things he was confident in
and he was pleased he could use this skill on the only man he wanted.

He let his eyes closed and just savored the feeling of his lips against Yoongi’s length. He was
warm, the veins prominent and Jimin’s mouth watered a little more. He wasn’t sure if he could fit
Yoongi’s entire length down his throat but he was certainly going to try. He kissed his way to the
tip, licked at his lips for a taste and had to pause, a violent shiver coursing through his body
because of course Yoongi tasted as fucking wonderful as he looked.

Jimin gathered himself after a moment and curled one hand around the base of Yoongi’s cock. His
fingers weren’t nearly long enough to fit around the entire girth but that was alright because his
mouth would make up for it. He was careful as he kissed the flushed red tip a few times, savored
the way Yoongi gasped and he glanced up when he finally lapped at the tip with his tongue,
enjoying the way Yoongi was still watching him, face flushed, eyes glanced, lips glistening wet
from licking at them. Yoongi already looked a little gone, a little wrecked, and Jimin hadn’t even
put him in his mouth yet.

This might not take very much and Jimin was more than okay with that.

Yoongi’s tip was flushed with so much blood it almost looked painful and there was a little precum
pooled in the slit that Jimin decided to lick away. Oh, that was a taste he could crave. Yoongi
moaned, a little loud and not all held back and Jimin moaned against his cock in response. Long
elegant fingers finally curled in his hair, grabbing a few strands to hold onto something as gently as
possible and Jimin groaned from the feeling.

There was no hesitation when Jimin finally suckled the tip into his mouth and he just held it there
for a moment, letting his lips stretch over the girth and closing his eyes. He pressed the tip of his
tongue against the hot flesh and Jimin knew this was something he could get used to. Something he
could easily crave doing over and over again. He could suck Yoongi’s cock for hours and hours,
everywhere and anywhere. He wanted to suck him off in the bathtub, the shower, on their couch,
fuck against a wall, Jimin didn’t care he just wanted Yoongi’s cock in his mouth as often as
possible.

Jimin leaned up on his knees, secured his hand around the base and then really started moving. He
took Yoongi all the way down until the tip hit the back of his throat and gave him a long hard suck
as he came back up. A strong ‘fuck’ punched out of Yoongi’s throat and the hand that wasn’t stuck
in Jimin’s hair started clawing at Yoongi’s own thigh, leaving small little red marks behind. Jimin
lifted his free hand to grab Yoongi’s, to stop him from clawing himself too hard, and Yoongi’s
fingers tangled with his own, holding his hand because Jimin knew how much Yoongi liked
holding hands.

It was a pleasant surprise for Jimin to learn how vocal Yoongi was when being pleasured. He
didn’t expect it but oh how he loved it. Yoongi wasn’t loud but he also wasn’t quiet. He wasn’t
loud enough for people outside the apartment to hear his gasps, whines and moans but he was loud
enough to make Jimin’s skin prickle and the burning heat in his cock become almost unbearable.

And Yoongi wasn’t just vocal with his noises. His mouth seemed to have a mind of its own while
Jimin bobbed up and down his cock, sucking and lapping at the length and tip.

“Oh fuck that’s so good, angel. Your mouth is so pretty, it fits around my cock so well. You’re so
good, angel. Fuck, shit, fuck, suck me so good. ”

And dirty talk wasn’t a thing Jimin ever expected to be into but when it was Yoongi’s breathless
raspy deep voice doing it, he found his own cock twitching and squirting wetness with each praise.
Jimin liked being told he was doing well, liked knowing he was pleasing Yoongi so much.

“I’m gonna come like this.” Yoongi warned him, sounding completely fucked out and when Jimin
finally glanced up at him, he couldn’t help but moan because Yoongi looked fucked out. It made
Jimin want to know what Yoongi would like it if he fucked him. If Jimin crawled on top of him,
straddled his waist and sunk down on his cock. Oh, what a fucking thought. He wanted to drive
Yoongi insane. Would Yoongi grab his hips and let him control the pace or would Yoongi flip
them over and fuck into him until Jimin was his own fucked out mess, begging and gasping for
more because Yoongi’s cock was so good and he loved him so much.

Jimin pulled off Yoongi’s cock long enough to swallow a few times and attempt to speak only to
find his voice was completely wrecked when he tried. “W-want… you to.”

“Oh my god.” Yoongi breathed, snapping his head up to fully look at Jimin and he had never
looked so intense before. Like he did want to pin Jimin down and fuck his mouth. Jimin liked that
thought, would gladly let Yoongi fuck his mouth but Yoongi made no move to do so and Jimin
was ready to feel Yoongi come in his mouth, ready to see what the man looked like completely lost
in his pleasure.

He dropped his mouth back to the throbbing cock in his hand, squeezed the base a little hard and
swallowed Yoongi whole. He increased his pace, increased how hard he was sucking until his
cheeks went hollow and took Yoongi down as far as he could go, arching his back and stretching
out his neck until his lips made contact with his own fingers.

Yoongi’s words no longer started to make sense after that. The hand in his hair grew tight, nails
dug into the hand Yoongi was holding and the noises Yoongi made were everything. They were
music to Jimin, something he would memorize and remember for many many nights to come.
Sounds he would pull back up when he was all alone and couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi.
There was a mantra of ‘angel’, ‘fuck’, ‘good’, and other words Jimin couldn’t make out falling
from Yoongi’s plump pretty pink mouth that urged Jimin on.

All it seemed to take was a well-timed squeeze of his base, an upward suck and a few laps to the tip
of his dick for Yoongi to come. There was little warning. Yoongi tried to warn him, gasped out
‘coming’ but then it was just happening and Jimin wrapped his lips around the head to suckle and
milk Yoongi for all he was worth.

Yoongi came with his entire body. He twitched, lurched and wiggled from side to side, almost like
he was trying to wiggle away from Jimin but he was trapped beneath Jimin’s body. He ripped his
hand from Jimin’s hair to cover his own mouth, muffling the loud sounds he was making and Jimin
wished he wouldn’t do that, wanted to hear him be as loud as he wanted. He realized Yoongi was
biting the soft flesh of his palm as he came, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Yoongi was fucking stunning when he came and Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes away from the older
man. His skin was flushed, his eyes gone inside his head and his muscles tense. He was shaking,
trembling, beneath Jimin and his cock pulsed against his mouth over and over again. There was so
much that Jimin couldn’t even swallow it all, some of the hot substance dripping from his lips to
coat Yoongi’s dick.

Jimin stroked Yoongi’s cock with his fist as he leaned up, milking him for everything he had until
there was nothing left to splurt. Jimin rubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand, licking away
the taste of Yoongi and moaning from how good it was. It was all good. Yoongi was fucking
amazing.

Yoongi was gone for a solid minute, his body tense and his teeth sunk in his own flesh and Jimin
could only watch in slight awe and lust as his body convulsed and twitch. Finally, Yoongi seemed
to collapse, completely spent. Jimin wanted to kiss him all over again but he settled with a few
more soft kisses to his cum slicked stomach.

“Fuck, shit, oh my fucking god.” Yoongi murmured snapping his eyes open and Jimin wasn’t
prepared for Yoongi to actually have the strength to move. He thought Yoongi would be out for
the count after coming so hard and yet there were hands on his shoulders all of a sudden and Jimin
found himself pinned back on the mattress with Yoongi between his thighs and their mouths stuck
together.

“ Yoongi .” Jimin moaned against his mouth but that just gave Yoongi the chance to lick inside his
mouth, taste himself and clean out any leftover trace of come. Now Jimin was the one trembling
because he was so hard and Yoongi’s naked body pressed into his was too much to handle.

“So fuckin’ good.” Yoongi murmured into his mouth and then he shoved his hand down between
them, shoved the hem of Jimin’s borrowed sweatpants out of the way and then long elegant fingers
were wrapping around his length and Jimin called out with a sharp moan, grabbing Yoongi’s
shoulders to have something to hold. “I’ve got you, angel. Come for me, come on, baby.”

Yoongi’s mouth was a sin against his cheek and Jimin couldn’t help but moan, arching his neck
slightly and lifting his hips into Yoongi’s touch. His fingers were so long they fit perfectly around
Jimin’s length and he didn’t have much time to even savor that before Yoongi was jerking him. He
didn’t start out at a crazy pace, willing to work Jimin up to his climax but Jimin didn’t need much.
His pleasure was too much, his cup much too full and it had been ready to spill over the moment
Jimin felt Yoongi’s splurt of come in his mouth.

“You’re so pretty, Jimin.” Yoongi murmured against the corner of his mouth and Jimin snapped
his eyes open, seeing how soft, how tender Yoongi was looking at him. He’d never seen someone
look at him like that and a whine bubbled up his throat.

“Call me pretty.” Jimin gasped out, his throat so tight it was hard to breathe. “Please, Yoongi,
please .”

“You like that, angel?” Yoongi’s movements were not as sharp as they might have been if he still
wasn’t recovering from his climax but the sloppy way his fist was jerking Jimin’s cock was
actually perfect. “You like being called pretty while you get fucked?”

“ Yes. ” Jimin hissed out, gasping for hair and digging his nails hard into Yoongi’s shoulders. “
Yes, Yoongi, please.”

“Oh, you’re just perfect, aren't you?” Yoongi praised, pressing his plump lips to the edge of Jimin’s
jaw. He tightened his grip on Jimin’s cock and Jimin dropped his thighs open wider, moaning from
the stretch.

Yoongi was laying completely on Jimin, his weight a pleasant pressure on his body and Jimin
didn’t realize Yoongi had both hands down his pants until there was a squeeze against his balls and
he called out sharply.

“Next time, angel.” Yoongi promised softly, ducking his head to press his lips to the curve of his
neck. “Next time, I’ll make you feel so good, so pretty.”

“ Yoongi .” Jimin wiggled his hips, stretching his thighs open so wide that he thought he might rip
the sweatpants but they were baggy enough to give them just enough room to do what they were
doing. “I want, mmmm, please, next time, I want-”

“Anything you want.” Yoongi promised, his kisses soft and sweet, almost loving against Jimin’s
skin and Jimin felt the prickle of tears in his eyes because why was Yoongi so fucking sweet right
now? He was going to cry from how good it fucking felt and he didn’t even have a dick inside him.

“ Yoongi .” He gasped out loudly, his eyes wide when a long thin finger rubbed between his
cheeks, just below his sack and Jimin knew what Yoongi was doing and his body couldn’t handle
it. All it took was Yoongi’s thumb rubbing over the swollen tip of his cock and one finger to brush
over his puckered entrance and Jimin was gone.

His climax rushed over him like a fucking wave and Yoongi didn’t stop touching him, didn’t stop
squeezing and rubbing and milked him for all he was worth just as Jimin had done to him. It was
almost torture but Jimin was too far lost in his pleasure to truly notice. He didn’t even know how
loudly he moaned Yoongi’s name, how hard he dug his nails into his shoulder blades, how hard he
squeezed Yoongi’s entire body to his own and how much of a mess he made in those borrowed
sweatpants.

It was a few minutes later when Jimin finally came back down to reality and managed to catch his
breath. By then, Yoongi had finally pulled his hands out of his pants and he was laying half on top
of him, half on the mattress, petting soothingly through his hair and lathering his cheek, jaw and
neck in kisses.
“ Baby .” Jimin almost whined, rolling over to wrap Yoongi up in a tight hug that made the man
grunt out a laugh. “You made me come in my pants.”

Yoongi chuckled against his collarbone and gave his lower back a few sympathetic pats. “You
weren't complaining a few minutes ago but yeah, we both made a mess.” He gently shoved jimin
away from him so he could slide off the edge of the bed and get to his feet. “I’ll get a towel.”

All Jimin could see was the rounded globes of his pale ass and Jimin wondered if Yoongi would be
into letting Jimin get a taste of it. His climax was still burning through him but Jimin couldn't help
but think such things now that he had the freedom to do so. There was still so much for them to
explore.

When he rolled over onto his back, he realized how gross his pants felt so Jimin carefully sat up
and got out of the bed as well. He shoved off the pants, kicking them to the side because he didn’t
care enough at the moment to do anything else with them.

Yoongi returned from the bathroom with a wet cloth in his hand and his own mess already cleaned
up from his stomach, limp cock and thighs. He approached Jimin and carefully rubbed the cloth
over his sensitive skin, cleaning away the mess they both made. Jimin shivered from the touch,
still too sensitive from his climax and having Yoongi’s hand near his dick again made his entire
face flush and his heart stutter in his chest.

“Thank you for that, angel.” Yoongi murmured, cupping Jimin’s cheek with his free hand to bring
him close for a soft, sweet kiss. “I really needed it.”

“I said I’d take care of you.” Jimin murmured against his mouth. “That wasn’t part of the plan but I
don’t see either of us complaining.”

Yoongi smiled and gave him one more kiss before pulling away, tossing the cloth in the pile of
their dirty clothes. “Mhm, sleep now though.” He grabbed Jimin’s hand and led him back to the
bed, unbothered about sleeping naked together which made Jimin so very happy.

They fit together so well against Yoongi’s heavy blankets, the older tucking himself under Jimin’s
chin and Jimin wrapping both arms around him. Their position mirrored the position they were in
before things got a little heated and Jimin had never been so comfortable in his life. He was sleepy
now, loved the way Yoongi’s eyes dropped from sleep and the way he nuzzled against Jimin’s
warm skin.

“Night, angel.”

“Goodnight, pretty baby.” Jimin murmured against Yoongi’s hair, giving him a soft kiss that made
Yoongi hum.

Jimin still found it hard to believe that Yoongi was his. That what they did, what they were doing,
was going to be a part of his everyday life from now on. But, he couldn’t complain. He was happy.
Jimin was so very happy and he knew Yoongi was as well. He was making Yoongi happy and that
was all Jimin cared about.

Jimin was looking forward to the next steps forward they would take together.

Chapter End Notes


I told you everything would be alright! But, we still have the question of Suga, don't
we? Next chapter, Jimin gets a hint that Yoongi might be hiding something from him
in between him and Yoongi getting to know each other on a much more intimate level.
Their relationship grows, but whatever could Yoongi be hiding???

Thanks for reading! Please be sure to leave a kudo and/or comment letting me know
what you thought about this chapter. They really mean the world to me but please
don't ask when this will be updated because I honestly don't know. Work is actual hell.
But I promise it will be updated and it will be finished. We have three more chapters
to go and the last one is an epilogue! So that should explain how far along this story
we are.

Kudos for Taekook and Yoonmin being super gross~

See you next time!

~Addy~

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7/25/19 edit/update: I lost my mom this past Christmas for those of you who don't
know and writing has taken a serious backburner for me. I would love to continue this
story but obviously I have to deal with that. So STOP asking me or even mentioning
that you want me to continue this. It doesn't help. Please and thank you.

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