Yoongi has to read the title twice before he's sure he hasn't just read it wrong.
To be honest, it seems a little too good to be true.
The email is /long/, really long, full of exclamation marks and emojis and excitement, and it's a little off-putting at first, but the guy - Jimin, apparently - seems really happy to have gotten a reply.
"Seok-ah? I did it."
He sighs, standing in front of his full length mirror, eyeing his outfit critically. The cafe is in a rather upscale area, which is fine, but he's not sure his ripped jeans and scuffed shoes will be impressing anyone.
"Well?" he asks, raising his arms to the sides and giving a twirl when Hoseok and Namjoon look up from where they're cuddled together on the couch.
"You look like you, hyung," Namjoon supplies, making his boyfriend snort loudly. "Literally, that's what you look like."
"Gee, thanks. You're so helpful."
"Yeah," Yoongi mumbles, definitely not thinking about how much he wants this whole thing to go right.
The ajumma behind the counter smiles at him, perfectly happy to show him to the right table, and Yoongi finds himself relaxing
"Yoongi-ssi, I presume?"
Yoongi blinks once, twice, a little blinded by the brightness of that smile before snapping out of it and returning the greeting.
Yoongi glances behind himself briefly, a little confused as he's used to coffee shops where he has to order at the counter, but complies.
If everything goes well, that is.
Yoongi coughs, a little embarrassed as he averts his eyes. He mumbles out a quiet "thank you," one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
His cheeks feel really hot all of a sudden.
Yoongi draws in a calming breath before meeting Jimin's gaze. "I'd like that too."
"S' fine," Yoongi says, amused and endeared by how bashful Jimin suddenly looks. "Hyung is fine, Jimin-ah."
"Of course," he says, and watches as Jimin waves the ajumma over. He pays quickly, the sight of his black credit card making Yoongi's eyes widen.
"Ah, you didn't have to." Yoongi's honestly a little embarrassed now.
"I wanted to."
So instead of grumbling about it, he simply nods, smiling at the younger man.
They gather their things and leave the coffee shop together, walking down the street for a few minutes before coming to a stop.
"This is where I have to leave you," Jimin says, a little pout on his face like he doesn't want to.
"Yes, but-" Jimin stops himself before he can finish, cheeks flushing a little. "Anyway. I'd like to take you out again."
"We need to talk about the terms of our arrangement."
"Are you free on Saturday? I'd like to show you my favourite restaurant!"
"Saturday's fine. Just text me the time and place and I'll be there."
"Okay!" Jimin smiles, before glancing at his watch and squeaking. "I really need to go now, I'll see you later hyung!"
"Yeah, come on!" Hoseok exclaims, using one foot to poke at Yoongi's side. "We want all the steamy details!"
The man's shrieks cover up the movie entirely.
"He's being annoying," Yoongi retaliates, grinning when Namjoon just shrugs.
"Par for the course, really."
Yoongi lifts his hands up, scrunching his nose at the pair. "TMI guys."
Yoongi snorts, leaning back into the couch. "He's not my anything yet."
When his friends stay quiet, he chances a glance at them; the two men are both staring at him, looking impatient.
"Yes!" both men shout at the same time, and it's really quite heartwarming how much they support him in this. Unconventional as the whole thing is.
Yoongi sighs, running his tongue across his lips as he thinks about what he can tell them. He doesn't actually know if Jimin is okay with people knowing about this.
"Holy shit," Namjoon breathes, eyes widening.
"And yeah. He's hot," Yoongi continues quickly. "Gorgeous, really. His smile is... something else."
There a moment of quiet before he continues.
"Wow." Hoseok's voice is hushed. "You're already whipped for him, aren't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Yoongi mumbles, aware that his cheeks are flaming right now.
It only occurs to him on Friday evening that he has no idea about the dress code for the restaurant, and their website is absolutely useless in offering information.
Yoongi huffs out a sharp breath, smoothing his hands over the front of his black button up, making sure it's tucked into his pants nicely.
It'll do, he supposes.
The evening air is nice and warm, so he settles outside the restaurant to wait for Jimin. He doesn't have to wait long and immediately spots the younger man as he steps out of a car.
Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn't miss that smile.
Jimin's smile turns a little shy, his shoulders rising up as he ducks his head. "Were you waiting for me, hyung?"
A thrill of nerves runs through him at that, settling in his stomach.
"So, this is your favourite restaurant?"
Jimin looks around the restaurant for a moment, finally spotting an older woman with grey hair and a back bowed from age, waving enthusiastically at her.
After the plates are cleared away, he grows more serious, biting his lip as he runs his eyes over Yoongi's face.
"Okay," Yoongi agrees, clenching his hand into a fist under the table and taking a steadying breath. "What... what do you want, from me- from this?"
"Vaguely," Yoongi admits, "but I'd like to hear it from you. Maybe something's changed since then."
"What I want... is your company."
"I want someone that I can spoil, someone I can support and give gifts to and make happy. But mostly, I want someone who'll like me for me and is willing to grow close to me."
Yoongi nods, the movement slow. He thinks he understands what it is Jimin wants. A boyfriend, kind of, though there's no physical requirement and the circumstances are rather peculiar.
"That sounds reasonable."
"Yeah. I don't see a problem with all of that," Yoongi says, hopes he sounds reassuring.
"And the allowance is enough?" Jimin asks, voice a little shaky, but there's a small smile building in the corners of his mouth now.
Jimin finally breaks into a full smile at that, looking relieved and happy. He reaches out across the table, settling his hand on top of Yoongi's.
"I'm so happy, hyung. I really like you."
"Me too, baby."
Yoongi's heart skips a beat as he watches Jimin suck in a sharp breath, his cheeks growing rosy again.
> hyung! wanna have dinner today?? ☺️👉👈
Yoongi stares at the message, a wide smile creeping onto his face. It's made a little awkward by the toothbrush hanging from his mouth, and he has to bite down to stop it from slipping free as he goes to type with both hands.
> sounds good. what time?
> 8pm okay for you? i can pick u up ☺️☺️
Yoongi hums under his breath. It’s the first time Jimin’s offered a ride instead of the two of them meeting at the agreed place, and Yoongi has to admit he’s a little curious now.
> 8’s fine. see u then
He briefly considers adding some kind of emoji to his message, as Jimin seems to be a big fan of them, ending nearly all of his texts with at least one like it’s a form of punctuation.
7 hours to feel nervous. Great.
His phone vibrates with another message.
> i found something i think you’ll like hyung!
> should be delivered in 2 hrs 😘😘
Yoongi pauses. His first instinct is to refuse, not used to accepting gifts for no special reason, and he actually starts typing out a ”didn’t need to” before stopping himself.
He stares at the chat for a moment longer typing again.
> thank u baby, i’m sure hyung will love it
"Hi hyung!" comes Jungkook's voice from the front door, followed by footsteps heading towards the kitchen and the sound of the fridge door opening and closing.
"Can I have a beer?"
Yoongi sighs, pushing himself off his bed - where he'd been trying to nap - and into the kitchen.
"Children shouldn't drink alcohol."
"Aside from unwanted intruders in my home? I'm cool."
"Don't look cool to me," the boy says under his breath, eyeing Yoongi critically. "Why're you nervous, hyung?"
"Got a date later."
"Ooh!" Jungkook exclaims, bouncing a little. "With your sugar daddy?"
"He's not-" Yoongi begins, but Jungkook speaks right over him.
"'Not your sugar daddy', yeah I remember."
Yoongi moves to grab him, maybe ruffle his hair a bit, when the doorbell rings and they both turn their heads towards the sound.
"Sort of?" is all Yoongi can really say, shrugging a little as he goes to get the door.
The delivery man's smile is wide and his bow deep despite the large packages in his hands as he greets Yoongi - and Jungkook, the nosy little shit.
"Yes, that's me," Yoongi mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck as he eyes the boxes - plural. Jimin didn't mention getting him several things.
Yoongi slumps down onto the couch, eyes wide as he stares at the packages.
"Are these from- from /him/?" Jungkook asks, voice hushed, and it breaks Yoongi out of his reverie enough to make him snort.
"He could be, you don't know!" Jungkook tells him, brow furrowed distractedly as he glances between Yoongi and boxes, his voice a little whiny.
Jungkook hums, fidgeting where he stands before carefully reaching out a finger towards the largest one.
”So... can I open them?”
”Woah,” Jungkook exhales, lifting it up carefully.
”Okay, what else,” Jungkook says, putting the jacket to the side in favour of getting to the other boxes. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. The boy’s acting like a kid on Christmas, immediately abandoning the first toy for another gift.
He hands the box to Yoongi who takes a moment to look at the bracelet that rests inside. It is nice, simple but well designed. Exactly Yoongi’s style.
”Stop being nosy, kid,” Yoongi sighs, but does pick up the note attached to the lid of the box.
Let it never be said that I don’t spoil my daddy well.
Yoongi reads through the note three times, a blush rising higher on his cheeks with each pass. He doesn’t even notice Jungkook sneaking up behind him until the boy makes an embarrassed sound.
Yoongi groans, pressing the note to his chest to hide it.
”Fuck off, kid, this is private!”
”He- h-he,” Jungkook’s laughing now, but it doesn’t sound mean, just hysterical. ”He calls you-”
”Daddy,” Jungkook wheezes, and then he’s flopping over the back of the couch, a fit of giggles shaking his whole body.
”Hey,” he elbows Jungkook in the ribs. ”Don’t kinkshame me.”
That only sets him off again.
He smiles down at it, takes in the neat handwriting, the cute little heart Jimin had drawn.
That means no more time to wrestle with the bracelet. No more time to stare at his hands, trying to will the butterflies in his stomach to calm down.
These items are clearly date clothes, and Yoongi can take a damn hint.
And then Jimin looks up, eyes meeting Yoongi's, a stunning smile spreading across his face as he lifts a hand to brush his hair off his forehead, and what the hell.
Who needs oxygen anyway?
"Of course," Yoongi says, willing his voice to not betray how breathless he feels at seeing Jimin's smile up close again. "My baby got them for me."
"Oh, I really, really like that."
Yoongi kind of wants to kiss him right now.
And why would he, when he has a personal driver.
"That's a relief. I saw it and thought of you- I don't know why, it just seems like something you'd like-"
"I love it, baby," Yoongi murmurs.
He wonders why he likes that so much.
"Can I help you put it on?"
It takes Jimin all of three seconds to loop the chain around Yoongi's wrist and secure it with the clasp.
"You have an unfair advantage," Yoongi defends himself, but it's half-hearted at best.
When he looks forward to see where they’re currently driving, he spots Sejin smiling widely at the steering wheel.
Not even the food on the menu is familiar. Hell, it isn't even in Korean, that's how fancy this place is.
Of course that's when Jimin raises his eyes from the menu to find Yoongi staring at him.
"Nothing," Yoongi says quickly, dropping his gaze to his own menu. His cheeks feel a little warm and he shifts in his seat, shrugging his shoulder a little. "I just... can't read the menu."
"It's fine," Yoongi murmurs, feels a little bad that his excuse made Jimin genuinely worried. "Maybe you can just order for me, eh?"
For some reason, that really sounds like an excuse too.
It's a little childish, to be sure, but the mirth on Jimin's face makes it worth it.
For a moment Jimin just looks at him, like he's pondering something-
"You're welcome, daddy."
He’ll have to mop the floors in the morning.
/You’re welcome, daddy./
He might be crushing on his sugar baby.
> I’m sorry
> why are you sorry???
> baby? what’s wrong
Yoongi sighs, shifting uncomfortably on the mattress before getting up to remove his jacket and shoes. He keeps staring at his phone the whole time, diving for it as soon as it lights up again.
> for earlier. the daddy thing. i didn’t wanna make u uncomfortable like that
Yoongi’s frown deepens. He never felt uncomfortable. Surprised and maybe a little unprepared to face the feelings it evoked in him, but never uncomfortable.
> can i call u
Jimin picks up almost immediately. There’s a short silence during which they both seem uncertain what to say, but then a small sniffle comes through the line, followed by Jimin’s voice.
The younger man stays silent for a long moment, only his breathing audible through the phone, but Yoongi thinks it’ll be better to just wait it out.
”Jimin,” he begins, only to fall silent when Jimin clears his throat again.
”I’ve felt very comfortable, and I guess I forgot we don’t actually know each other that well yet-
Yoongi hums under his breath, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth now. ”I like you too, Jimin-ah. So don’t worry so much, okay?”
”Are you in bed, baby? It’s getting late.”
”Yes, hyung. I just couldn’t sleep before I texted you.”
”Hello? Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice comes back on the line, sounding a little shaken.
”I’m here, Jimin-ah.”
A silence settles between them and Yoongi lets it, simply listening to how Jimin’s breathing slowly deepens as the man relaxes. He sounds seconds away from sleep when he speaks up again.
”Then sleep, Jimin. We can talk more when you wake up.”
”Mkay,” Jimin sighs, and there’s that shuffling sound again. ”I’ll text you later.”
”Deal. Good night, baby.”
He’s even able to pay a few months of rent in advance, and the security feels good.
And more time to spend with Jimin.
> wanna come over to mine tomorrow? i’ll order food and we can watch smth 😚💖💗
Yoongi smiles at the message before scrolling down to check Jimin’s address again, tonguing his cheek absent-mindedly as he glances around himself.
High rise after high rise line the street, intimidating buildings with glass exteriors that seem to stretch upwards forever as his eyes follow them, only to come to an abrupt stop near the clouds.
Jimin's standing in the doorway to what must be his apartment, leaning against the frame casually.
It's funny, how quickly someone can start to feel like home.
"Thank you, daddy."
Yoongi hums under his breath, eyes roaming around the open living area before landing on the kitchen. "It's nice. One thing, though..."
"That kitchen's never been used, has it."
It's not even a question, really; Yoongi can tell, from how spotless every surface is, not a speck in sight or a spatula out of place.
"I'm not a good cook so I just order in or eat out."
The younger man smiles, looking a little shy as he hugs his arms around himself. ”Yes, please, that sounds wonderful.”
”No, this is good!” Jimin exclaims, turning wide eyes towards him, looking so adorably flustered Yoongi can’t help but snicker.
Jimin pouts his lips, struggling for a moment before a giggle slips free.
”I don’t even know who the main character is,” he confesses, his voice choked up with mirth, and then they’re both laughing.
It takes a while for them to calm down.
Yoongi’s not quite sure how it happened but he’s not complaining. Not even when the movie turns out to be some sappy romance film about a notebook or something.
Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat, muscles tensing briefly before he relaxes again.
Yoongi closes his eyes, turning his head so he can press his lips against the top of Jimin’s head.
When he breathes in all he can smell is honey and citrus and Jimin.
Yoongi had gathered the courage to loop his arm around Jimin’s shoulders at one point, pulling him closer, and the man doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move away, staying cuddled up against his side as the credits roll on the TV screen
”I don’t want to get up.”
Yoongi huffs out a laugh that ruffles Jimin’s hair; the strands tickle his lips when he replies. ”I’m not in a rush, baby.”
Jimin hums, a sweet little sound. "'M not, promise."
Jimin's breath hitches, and his grip on Yoongi's hand tightens momentarily before releasing. He curls in on himself a little, shifting against Yoongi's side and turning his face into his chest.
Yoongi draws in a deep breath, counts to five to make sure his voice is even before replying. "That's my baby."
"Don't laugh at me!"
"How is telling you you're pretty being mean?" Yoongi asks, honestly a little incredulous, and Jimin pouts at him.
Yoongi makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a cough at that. He's getting flustered himself, now, but determined to get his point across.
Jimin ducks his head, pressing a hand to his mouth, but Yoongi can see a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.
"Hyung will be downstairs in ten minutes! He'll take you anywhere you want to go."
"You really didn't have to make the poor man drive around at this hour, Jimin," Yoongi says, but Jimin just smiles at him.
He comes back soon enough, stopping in front of Yoongi and presenting him with a green rectangular box.
Jimin waits for Yoongi to take it from him, his smile so bright it takes a moment for Yoongi to shift his gaze from his face to the box again.
He opens it a little unceremoniously, simply snaps the lid open, and stops.
"Baby," Yoongi breathes out. "This is too much."
"Is it? I thought-" Jimin hesitates, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, and Yoongi immediately feels guilty for taking that joy away from him.
He looks at the watch again, picking it up and slipping it onto his wrist.
When Jimin still looks hesitant, Yoongi sighs.
"I'm sorry. It's just- a knee jerk reaction, or something. I'm not used to...."
"I'll just have to get you used to it, huh?" Jimin says, his expression a little mischievous, and Yoongi can't help but snort.
"I always do," Jimin grins at him. And then he leans in.
"Thank you for the date, daddy."
After Yoongi tells him the address to Namjoon and Hoseok's place, the two of them fall silent. Yoongi fiddles with his phone for a while, shooting his friends a text to let them know he's coming over, before pocketing the thing with a sigh.
"Jimin likes you."
"Yeah?" Yoongi eventually croaks out, shifting his gaze to the road again.
"Yes," Sejin finally says, and Yoongi lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "He speaks of you often."
To be honest, Yoongi doesn't know what to say to that. Jimin had explained that Sejin, in addition to being his driver, also works as his personal assistant, but he didn't think they'd be close enough to be talking about... this. Him.
"It's cute, how smitten he is."
The light turns green and Sejin's focus returns to the road.
"Yes," the man agrees. "Your situation is an unconventional one. Not sure what to make of it, but it's not really my business anyway. All I know is that Jimin likes you and that you seem to like him too. That's enough for me."
"And here we are."
"Nonsense," Sejin waves his hand. "I was itching for a drive anyway."
"I'll be seeing you again soon, sir."
"Jimin's," he says absent-mindedly, like it isn't obvious anyway. "Where's Seok?"
"Nah, I'm good. Got a producing thing in the morning."
Namjoon snorts, pulling out a can of soda and popping the lid.
"Oh." Yoongi frowns, glancing down at his wrist. He'd forgotten about the watch, his mind so occupied with his conversation with Sejin. "Yeah."
"Nothing, just," Namjoon nibbles on his lower lip for a moment, thinking. "That's the kinda life you're living now. Rolexes and Bugattis and whatever. Trying to wrap my head around it."
His friend squints a little at that, tilting his head, and Yoongi knows he can read the subtext of his words clearly; sure enough, when Namjoon speaks again, he shifts the subject closer to the real reason Yoongi wanted to see him.
Yoongi draws in a deep breath, letting it out through his nose as he fiddles with the can in his hands.
"Shut up," Yoongi grumbles, pushing the soda can away and running a hand over his face, trying to will his blush away.
His friend hums, a thoughtful sound filled with meaning.
"So when do we get to meet him?"
They've agreed to spend the evening at Jimin's place again, and as much as Yoongi liked going out to restaurants with the younger man, he's come to find that he prefers the more intimate dates where it's just the two of them.
They're heavy, okay.
It feels like a big deal, though. Jimin seems to agree, if the smile spreading across his face is anything to go by.
One of Jimin's teeth is crooked, Yoongi notes as he stands there, suddenly breathless. He doesn't know how he hasn't noticed before, but it's cute. Really, really cute.
Yoongi is a weak man.
"Of course, baby."
Which maybe isn't the best idea he's ever had.
It's a mess.
"You okay there, baby?" Yoongi asks, stepping closer to peer over the man's shoulder and gently laying his hand on Jimin's shoulder.
"Want me to show you?" Yoongi asks, not quite able to hide the amusement in his voice, and Jimin huffs before nodding minutely.
"Just follow my lead," he murmurs.
Yoongi's about to step back, an apology on the tip of his tongue, when Jimin relaxes, causing him to press a little closer.
Yoongi can hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he nods quietly and settles his other hand onto Jimin's waist.
Yoongi finds himself relaxing slowly as they work together to cut the rest of the eggplant.
After a moment of contemplation, played up a little so Jimin will pout at him cutely again, Yoongi decides it's safe enough and lets go of his hand.
"Go on," Yoongi murmurs when Jimin hesitates, "you can do it, baby."
He can feel Jimin shiver against him before nodding and lifting up the knife again.
Yoongi chokes on his breath even as he returns the hug, pulling Jimin closer.
"Oh, can I try frying the meat next?"
"I'm kidding! I know I'm a mess, it's okay. I can still keep you company."
"Next time," Jimin agrees. "Now, I could really use a glass of wine after that ordeal. Would you like some?"
It feels nice, being here together. Feels right, somehow, like something has finally clicked into place in the world.
Yoongi's sure this is the hardest he's laughed in a while.
"Ta-da," the man exclaims as he pulls Yoongi out behind him, gesturing about the balcony with a wide sweep of his arm.
It really is a stunning view.
Yoongi steps closer, his hands hovering over Jimin's arms for a moment before he lets them settle, his grip light.
"I really want to kiss you right now."
So Yoongi does.
Jimin's lips are soft as they slide across his own, a little clumsy at first, unsure, before settling together easier.
It takes Yoongi's breath away.
There's a flush settling onto Jimin's cheeks again, the pink of it soft in the low light.
"Please," Jimin whispers, and closes the distance between them again.
Jimin presses in eagerly, fingers threading into Yoongi's hair as he drags their mouths together. Yoongi sighs, heart pounding against his ribcage wildly, and his hands shake a little before he tightens his grip on Jimin.
And then Jimin giggles.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," Jimin confesses, sounding a little giddy.
"Yeah," Jimin mumbles, the word muffled against the skin of Yoongi's neck.
Not that he expects them to be horrible or anything, Jimin has been nothing but complimentary when talking about them and Yoongi gets the impression they're very laid back and open people.
"You'll love them," Jimin says from beside him, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and flashing a smile in his direction. "They're really funny."
"Sharing is caring, Taehyung," the man - Seokjin, apparently - says, gripping onto the other's shoulder and pulling him back.
It should be awkward, standing on the sidelines, but Yoongi can't help but smile as Taehyung huffs and wraps his arms around both of them.
Yoongi takes in a deep breath as three pairs of eyes turn to look at him.
"The daddy!" Taehyung exclaims, before quickly clapping a hand over his mouth. "Shit."
"Jin-hyung," he repeats, managing a small smile in the older man's direction. "And Taehyung, nice to meet you too."
"You don't have to call me daddy, though."
For a moment all four of them are silent, letting the words sink in.
And then Seokjin snorts. "Keep him, Jimin."
"Ah, young love," the man sighs. Yoongi's cheeks suddenly feel far too hot.
With a fluffy bathrobe enveloping his form and a cooling mask on his freshly treated face, though, he's quick to change his mind.
Five minutes later he really needs to pee.
"Hey there," he says, smiling at the younger man who smiles right back, walking up to Yoongi-
And suddenly there's a wall at his back, a warm body pressing him against it.
"Um," is all Yoongi can think to say as Jimin's hands snake around his neck.
"I missed you."
Jimin shakes his head and presses closer, one of his fingers stroking the back of his neck, and Yoongi shivers. "Missed kissing you."
Jimin's eyes are hooded as he leans in, mouth hovering over Yoongi's. "Too long."
It feels like coming home.
For a moment Yoongi feels dizzy, the sudden spark of arousal overwhelming. His mouth falls slack, his breath heavy as he opens his eyes to look at Jimin.
"Please what, baby?"
and the door at the end of the corridor opens.
He bursts out laughing.
Yoongi's silent cackles shake his whole body, jostling Jimin, but the younger man just clings on tighter, letting out a chuckle of his own.
They've obviously guessed what really took them so long.
"Something like that," Jimin mumbles, shuffling in place, his grip on Yoongi's hand tightening a little.
Seokjin shrugs, picking up the magazine on the table next to him and opening it on a random page. "Alright."
"Remember to always use protection!" Taehyung sing-songs, and Jimin stumbles.
"It's fine," Yoongi says, chuckling under his breath. "I'm like that with my friends too."
The man pauses as he pulls out the keys to the changing room, opening to door for Yoongi to go through before following him.
"You'll fit right in with us."
"Thank you," he murmurs, and smiles when Seokjin winks at him.
‘This’ being his relationship with Jimin.
Because the mere thought of it makes something in the pit of Yoongi's stomach skip, his heart so full it feels three times its normal size, thudding heavily in his chest.
> holy shit
> holy. shit.
> what's up???
> are u okay hyung
"Fuck," he huffs out, setting the phone down on his coffee table and pressing his hands to face.
Yoongi heaves a heavy, trembling sigh before picking up the call.
The worry in Jimin's voice makes Yoongi wince guiltily and hurry to clear his throat.
"I'm okay." he says, raspy and a little raw, "don't worry, baby, I'm okay." He pauses, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes. "More than okay."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just-" Yoongi takes in a sharp breath, letting it out through his nose slowly.
"They want me to produce an album."
"But you deserve it," Jimin says. "You deserve everything."
"I only need you, Jimin-ah. All that fancy shit's just extra."
The older man hums, low in his throat. "You just get home safe, okay? We'll figure out how to celebrate later."
> i'm so happy i can't stop smiling omg 💖💘
> icb my daddy's gonna be famous 😔😔😔
Yoongi snorts even as heat crawls up his cheeks and he's sure his expression is more than a little silly as he grins down at his phone.
> thank u baby
> maybe one day daddy'll be the one treating u
> ur a treat daddy 😘😘
> u think ur so smooth don't u
> i am where it counts 😊
> speaking of treats
> delivery coming in 2 hrs, will u be home?
> yes i'll be here
> ....thank you ❤️
> hyung where u at
> home y?
> game night @ urs?
Yoongi sighs as he reads Namjoon's latest message. Jimin, who is currently cuddled up against his side on the couch, perks up at the sound, eyes shifting from the TV screen to Yoongi.
"No, just my friends," Yoongi replies absent-mindedly, lifting up his phone to snap a picture of his old coffee table laden with snacks and the movie playing on the TV. He types up a quick, "sry, busy" before setting his phone down again.
Jimin nods, laying his head back onto Yoongi's shoulder. "Did they want to hang out or something?"
Yoongi lets out an affirmative hum. "Told them I was busy."
"I'd.... I'd like to meet them, hyung," the younger man eventually mumbles, barely audible.
When Jimin stays quiet, Yoongi sighs again. He reaches out to take hold of Jimin's hand. stopping his fiddling gently by threading their fingers together.
"I want them to meet you too. They'll love you for sure."
"Of course," Yoongi murmurs, smiling back at him, because seriously. /Who wouldn't?/
"I'm with you now," he says by way of explanation. "They can wait. This is our date, our celebration."
"Mkay," the younger man mumbles into the fabric, nuzzling it with his nose, his words come out muffled. "We're celebrating now?"
Jimin lets out a thoughtful humming sound before pulling back again. For a moment he just watches Yoongi, teeth nibbling at his lip as he eyes the older man.
"Again?" Yoongi asks, probably sounding a little exasperated, but seriously. Jimin just gave him a speaker set. That shit's expensive. "You've given me lots of stuff, baby, I don't-"
"O...kay?" Yoongi's honestly confused now. "Then what?"
The noise Jimin makes is frustrated, his eyes squeezing shut as he takes in a deep breath.
Jimin shifts in his seat, reaching out; his palms curl around Yoongi's shoulders and press him backwards into the couch, and before Yoongi knows it the man has settled onto his lap.
"I wanna blow you, daddy."
Jimin pulls back, worry etched into the frown on his face. "If that's something you want, of course! Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't even-"
"Calm down, baby."
Yoongi clears his throat.
Jimin finally pulls back to meet Yoongi's gaze; his cheeks are dusted with pink, his eyes shining, a happy smile curling his lips.
"Never," is all Yoongi has time to reply, before Jimin's lips are on his.
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That's what Yoongi thinks as Jimin sinks onto his knees between Yoongi's spread legs, his small hands sliding down Yoongi's thighs before coming to a rest at his knees.
"How do you like it, daddy?" he asks, bringing his hand back to reveal a shiny blue square in his hands. "Sloppy, wet, quick?"
And underwear, apparently.
Yoongi barks out a laugh, sharp and short and out of breath. He looks down at Jimin. "What do you think? Go ahead, baby."
"Daddy," Jimin grins at him, his hand slowing down, "are you blushing?"
Yoongi blushes even more.
"Baby," he groans, arousal flaring and hips jumping, trying to chase the feeling.
"Did you plan this, baby?"
Yoongi hums. "Did you think about it? Imagine yourself like this, on your knees for your daddy?"
"Go on, baby, I'm all yours."
"Thank you, daddy," he says, eyes flicking upwards to meet Yoongi's before he's closing them completely, lips wrapping around Yoongi's length and sliding down.
Yoongi can't help the moan that escapes him as the man bobs his head, slow and even, pressing his tongue against the underside of Yoongi's cock and swirling it every time he pulls back up.
"Look at me, daddy," the younger man says, waiting until Yoongi does before dipping lower again.
"You should look at your baby when he's being so good, yeah?" Jimin says, bending lower and pressing a kiss to the base of Yoongi's length.
He watches as Jimin licks back up his length slowly, teasingly, little kitten licks that almost tickle as they're spread across the sensitive skin. Watches as he stops to suckle on the tip, thick lips puckering around it in a way that makes Yoongi groan loudly.
"Just look at you," he murmurs, curling his fingers around Jimin's chin, pulling him back up when he starts choking. "So fucking gorgeous, Jimin-ah-"
Jimin grips onto his hips, fingers digging into the skin as Yoongi comes with a long, low moan.
"I'll just..." he murmurs, tilting his head towards the bathroom and walking off. Yoongi takes the chance to pull up his pants, his limbs still heavy after his orgasm.
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"Did you like your present?"
They spend a long moment simply looking at each other. The smile on Jimin's face slowly grows wider, Yoongi's following behind, until they're grinning at each other like idiots.
Ugh. Orgasms always turn him into a fucking poet.
"Jimin, I-" he begins, but is cut short when the doorbell rings.
"Who the f-"
The doorbell rings again.
Yoongi groans, leaning to rest his forehead on Jimin's shoulder. He really doesn't want to leave this couch, this moment; doesn't want to let Jimin go.
"I'm sorry, baby. We'll have to continue this another time."
"I look forward to it, daddy."
"Hyung!" Hoseok crow, launching himself at Yoongi to pull him into a hug, using the older man's surprise to his advantage as he starts pressing little kisses to his cheeks.
To meet Jimin.
Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, mustering up the most murderous death glare he has in him. It's surprisingly hard when Hoseok just smiles brightly at him in response. "Seriously?"
"Alright, you nosy little shits. Come in."
He really is too weak, goddammit.
"My friends came over."
Jimin snorts, actually rolling his eyes at Yoongi, but he lets go of his sleeves in order to smack Yoongi's shoulder so really, it's a win.
"Yeah. Uh." Yoongi takes in a breath, scratching the back of his ear absent-mindedly as he considers the situation. "You wanna meet them?"
"Oh, for-" Namjoon cuts in, walking forward.
"Hi," Jimin replies, his smile small but still bright; his fingers brush over Yoongi's briefly before the touch is gone again. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jimin."
Hoseok's grin is bright as he introduces himself, actually pulling Jimin into a brief hug that leaves the younger man a little stunned but smiling easier.
"Things?" Jimin asks, and Hoseok laughs, leaning in conspiratorially.
"I'll tell you later."
His face would never be a normal colour again.
He's still holding the pizza boxes, for god's sake.
With all eyes suddenly turned to him, Jungkook flushes scarlet and stammers out a quick, "h-hi."
It's so unbearably adorable that even Yoongi can't keep in a quiet coo.
"Yeah!" Jungkook joins in, "tasteless hyung! Jimin-hyung knows what’s up!”
There’s a moment of silence during which Yoongi tries his best to give Namjoon the stink eye despite the growing heat in his cheeks.
”I think we work really well.”
Jimin’s hand, still held firmly in Yoongi’s, squeezes tighter for a moment. Yoongi glances at him, at the small smile on his face, before turning his eyes to their hands.
Jimin’s voice, small and unsure and a little sad, is what drags Yoongi from the edge of sleep. He blinks his eyes open slowly, taking in the way Namjoon and Jungkook are talking quietly to themselves before turning his gaze to the other two.
”I used to,” Jimin admits; it sounds like he’s hesitating. ”I loved it, so much I considered a double major, but my family’s business took priority.”
”Well, do you have time now?” Hoseok asks, and Yoongi can see a familiar glint in his eye. He’s on a mission.
”Would you have time now? Maybe a class one night a week?”
”I know you’re busy but my classes are very relaxed, you don’t have to make it every week! It’s more about having fun than anything.”
”It’s true,” Yoongi murmurs, startling the two men. ”I’ve been to one. T’was fun.”
”Hyung,” he snorts out, breathy and silly and so, so happy, Yoongi can’t help but grin at him. ”You actually danced?”
”What’s that supposed to mean?” Yoongi demands. ”I’m a great dancer!”
”Tell you what,” Jimin interjects, ”I’ll come to your class. If hyung goes with me.”
And really, making a fool out of himself in order to make Jimin smile, to make him laugh and dance and be happy?
Totally worth it.
”Anything for you, baby.”
When Yoongi glances over Jimin’s shoulder at Hoseok, his friend is smiling softly back at him.
Okay, a lot upset.
Yoongi sighs, running a hand over his face and slumping into the couch. "I'm sorry, baby. I just..."
"I just miss you."
"With you?" Yoongi asks, confused. "What, to Japan?"
"Yeah! If you don't have anything planned for the week, of course."
Yoongi hums, thoughtful, as he pulls out his phone and pretends to check his calendar, as if he hasn't already cleared that whole week in preparation to Jimin coming home.
When he looks back at Jimin, the man has crossed his arms over his chest and is pouting at Yoongi. "Just say yes, you tease."
"Yeah," Yoongi breathes out immediately, smiling when Jimin breaks into a grin. "Yeah, I'll go with you."
Their seats are almost obnoxiously spacious, with plenty of surface space for all his things and more legroom than Yoongi knows what to do with. The hum of the airplane seems quieter here, the pillows fluffier; the perfect nap spot.
"Go ahead, hyung. I need to work anyway, I won't be much fun."
That finally brings a smile to Jimin's face again. "Oh, I wasn't sure you'd want to come! This is great, I can get you something nice too, and then we can eat-"
He's never stayed in a suite before.
"Didn't say you were, baby."
Jimin shoots him a playful glare before turning to converse with the driver in fluent Japanese.
"I'd originally reserved one of the smaller rooms," Jimin says, glancing sideways at Yoongi before turning away and - blushing?
Yoongi smiles. "I would've been happy with four walls and a bed, Jimin-ah."
Jimin purses his lips, shrugging a little as he avoids Yoongi's gaze. "I know you would. But I wanna spoil you."
The elevator doors slide open just as Jimin finally meets his eyes.
It's freaking huge.
With its open concept living area-slash-kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, /and/ a balcony that spans the entirety of the suite, it's practically a fully furnished family home.
"It's great, right?" the man asks, and Yoongi practically melts under his excited gaze.
"It's great, baby."
Yoongi follows after him, taking a look inside and deeming the room just as nice as the rest of the suite.
"Um," is all Jimin says in response, prompting Yoongi to turn to him. The man looks hesitant, only holding Yoongi's gaze for a moment before lowering it to his hands, slowly pulling the sleeves over his fingers.
"What?" Yoongi asks, confused by the sudden change in Jimin's demeanor.
"For... sex. I know we've grown closer, but I still stand by our agreement. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, that's not why I-"
It takes a moment, but Yoongi waits patiently until Jimin finally meets his eyes again. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he considers his words.
"Okay," Jimin repeats after him, voice quiet and eyes a little glassy.
"I want you to know that when we kiss, when we hold hands, and if we do more than that-
"Thank you, Yoongi."
Jimin snorts, a quiet, soft little sound. "What are you thanking /me/ for?"
Jimin's blush is the prettiest, Yoongi decides, when he can watch it slowly spread across his face.
Jimin giggles, a sweet sound, and it feels like an accomplishment. "Deal."
"Yeah," Yoongi breathes out, a strange thrill of nerves running through him even as he nods. "S'good."
Like they're both waiting for something.
He slides his hand down Yoongi's arm, watching his face closely as he takes hold of his wrist and pulls at it. Yoongi lets him guide it until it settles atop Jimin's waist.
"Kiss me, please."
As if Yoongi could ever deny him.
By the time they finally separate again, they're both a little dizzy.
"Mmh," Jimin agrees, pressing in closer to kiss Yoongi's neck.
"Like that?" Jimin asks, leaning back to look Yoongi in the eye.
Jimin moves, then, as though to continue this path of exploration, but Yoongi stops him with a hand pressed to his chest.
"I think," Yoongi says, gaze finding Jimin's and holding it. "I still owe you for that blowjob."
So Yoongi does just that.
”Like that?” Yoongi smirks against Jimin’s skin, waiting for his shaky ’yes’ before dipping lower and swiping his tongue over one of them.
Yoongi’s never been this turned on in his life.
”Does that feel good, baby?” Yoongi all but growls, stilling his hand to let Jimin ease into the sensation, but Jimin has other plans.
”Yes, daddy, so good, please don’t stop-”
”Okay, baby, okay,” Yoongi hushes him, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.
Jimin’s laugh turns into another moan when Yoongi twists his grip just right.
”You always do, baby,” Yoongi agrees. ”So good for daddy.”
Yoongi raises his gaze just in time to see his face crack into a concentrated frown, his grip on Yoongi faltering as he chases his pleasure, before going slack as his orgasm hits him.
He’s so beautiful.
”Mm,” Jimin eventually hums, eyes flickering open to take in Yoongi’s form.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. ”What do you think, baby?”
”I think,” Jimin says, sitting up and wiping at his cum-covered stomach with the hem of his shirt. ”I want daddy to show me how he likes to be touched.”
”Oh,” Jimin grins, ”do you like that?”
He shuffles a little, pulling his pants up to cover himself, snd then he’s pressing Yoongi into the mattress and climbing over him, settling over his thighs.
It’s almost too good.
Yoongi’s hand is large enough to cover Jimin’s as it settles over it, making it easy to guide his touch where he wants it, to tighten his grip just right.
”C’mon, daddy,” Jimin says, his tone encouraging. ”Come for me.”
When Yoongi opens his eyes again Jimin’s upper body is bare, his t-shirt sacrificed to cleaning the two of them up.
”I’ll have to get up extra early to shower properly, but I think that was worth it.”
”Yeah. It was.”
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They fall asleep like that, cuddled up in each other’s arms.
He blinks into awareness slowly, coaxed by the sunlight filtering in through the slightly parted curtains. The room is warm, his pillow soft, and for a moment Yoongi considers simply going back to sleep.
Yoongi sighs as he sits up, running a hand through his hair. He needs coffee.
There's breakfast in the kitchen and the coffee machine's loaded.
I hope you slept well, daddy, and dreamed of me ❤️
P.S. your bedhead is the cutest~'
> morning baby
> or noon, whatever
> hey sleepyhead
> ur cute 💘
And totally ridiculous.
> ty for my new home screen 🤭🤭💕
> you're welcome ❤️
> sorry i gtg
> next meeting starting n the guys an ass cant be late
> i'll see u tonight!!!
> oh n check the coffee table 😘
'In case you get bored and want to go out, feel free to use this ❤️ And have fun!!
A credit card.
It's one thing to receive gifts Jimin has picked out himself, or the weekly allowance that they agreed on at the start of their relationship, but to actually go out and use Jimin's money as though it were his own?
And if Jimin notices that the envelope is still there, he doesn't comment on it.
That's it for the update! Sorry it was so short :( I'm getting too tired to write well so I thought it better to stop.
As always, thank you so much for reading! 💗
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