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Sugar daddy au with a twist where Yoongi is a producer just starting out, and while he's happy he took the risk, he's struggling to make ends meet, often having to rely on his friends for help. They really don't mind since it's never anything much, food mostly, and they love him.
But Yoongi's unhappy with it, doesn't like mooching off his friends, so one night when he's been sulky after having to share Hoseok's dinner instead of buying his own again, Hobi's trying to cheer him up and jokes about how Yoongi should just become a sugar baby.
And Yoongi laughs, because that's ridiculous, he doesn't feel comfortable sharing his body for money and honestly would prefer to be the daddy if he had the money to do something like that anyway.
But later when he's home, staring at the unpaid bills on his coffee table, he thinks, fvck it. He'll just have a look, see what the internet has to offer. Maybe there's someone out there who isn't looking for sex, just companionship because that he can do, especially if it pays.
So he gets out his laptop and googles "sugar baby" and half an hour later, he's scrolling through ads of people with money looking for someone to spoil, and Yoongi's a little disappointed despite himself.
Most of the men on the site are very obvious about requiring sex as part of the arrangement, or absolutely demanding to be called daddy, or just plain old, and none of those things are something Yoongi's interested in.
He's about to close the tab when one ad catches his eye: "Baby looking for Daddy to spoil"

Yoongi has to read the title twice before he's sure he hasn't just read it wrong.
He clicks on the link and reads through the ad quickly. It's very detailed and thorough, listing the things that would be expected (that don't include sex) and even how much the weekly allowance would be; Yoongi's eyes bulge when he reads the number.
And, curiously, the man behind the ad is indeed referring to himself as a rich baby who wants a nice daddy to spoil.

To be honest, it seems a little too good to be true.
Yoongi takes a break to head into his kitchen for a midnight snack and when he comes back empty handed, he's decided. He writes a quick email to this "babyboyblue95" before all but slamming the lid of his laptop shut.
He almost forgets about the whole thing. Manages to go through the entire morning without thinking about it, immersed in the melody that came to him in the middle of the night. It's only when he goes to text Jungkook that he sees the notification for a new email.
Yoongi takes a moment to breathe deeply, a little nervous for some reason.

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.
The man goes on to explain that he's been looking for someone for a long time but no one has shown interest in his ads before, and Yoongi's heart melts a little. The guy seems sweet, really.
Jimin has included his contact details at the end of the email and before he can think too much about it, Yoongi's saving them on his phone. He even goes as far as to open up a new chat on KakaoTalk but then he pauses. Is he really, seriously considering this?
It's a few hours later, hours spent staring at his phone dumbly with his heart in his throat, that he finally does it.

> hi
As soon as the text sends, Yoongi exits the app, navigating instead to Hoseok's contact and pressing call. His hand shakes a little, breath stuttering as he waits for his friend to pick up.

"Seok-ah? I did it."
A few days later, Yoongi's getting ready to go meet Jimin. They've been texting often since the rather awkward start, where Jimin had no idea who was texting him and Yoongi had to refer to himself as the "hopeful daddy from earlier". His cheeks still burn just thinking about it.
They've agreed to meet at a coffee shop, somewhere where they can both feel safe meeting for the first time. A sensible idea, one that Hoseok had agreed with, though he'd still offered to come with Yoongi just in case.
Yoongi may have refused but the offer still meant a lot.

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.
Impressing Jimin, his mind supplies, and he frowns at his reflection before simply turning around and heading into the living room.

"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..." Hoseok begins, trailing off as he tilts his head to the side.

"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."
"You look fine!" Hoseok exclaims, getting up to pat Yoongi on the shoulder reassuringly. "It'll be fine. If you don't like him you can just leave, yeah?"

"Yeah," Yoongi mumbles, definitely not thinking about how much he wants this whole thing to go right.
The cafe turns out to be /very/ fancy. At 1pm, it's filled with people in suits and smart dresses, flawlessly made up faces and shiny jewellery. Yoongi stands outside, taking the whole thing in, and doesn't dare to glance down at himself or he might just turn right around.
Jimin told him to ask for him when he gets there, so Yoongi squares his shoulders and pushes in, heading straight to the counter without looking around.

The ajumma behind the counter smiles at him, perfectly happy to show him to the right table, and Yoongi finds himself relaxing
Only for his heart to stop when he gets to the booth and looks up to see the prettiest man he's ever seen waiting for him.
Jimin stands up from his seat with a warm smile spreading across his face, stepping closer and bowing his head in greeting.

"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.
"I'm so glad to finally meet you!" Jimin exclaims, bouncing a little on his feet, absolutely radiating happiness. "Please, have a seat!"

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.
Sure enough, the ajumma returns almost immediately to get their orders. Yoongi lets Jimin persuade him into getting a piece of chocolate cake to go with his Americano, despite the ridiculously high price tag.
Jimin's smile somehow manages to turn up another notch or two, his eyes squeezing shut when his cheeks bunch up, and Yoongi has a feeling this won't be the last time the man will talk Yoongi into accepting something overpriced.

If everything goes well, that is.
Jimin asks him about his day, seems actually interested, and the two of them fall into a light conversation that eases Yoongi's nerves greatly. Before he knows it, they've been sitting in the cafe for over an hour, simply talking.
"I'm so, so happy you contacted me, Yoongi-ssi," Jimin says after a short lull in the conversation. His smile has mellowed out a lot, turned into something gentler, and there's a rosy flush to his cheeks as he looks at Yoongi.
"You're very nice, and funny, and handsome - everything I could've hoped for."

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.
"And I hope you like me too, because I would really like to see you again," Jimin continues.

Yoongi draws in a calming breath before meeting Jimin's gaze. "I'd like that too."
"Ah hyung, that's great!" Jimin exclaims, that damn smile breaking out again, before realizing his slip-up, eyes going wide. "O-oh, I'm sorry, Yoongi-ssi!"

"S' fine," Yoongi says, amused and endeared by how bashful Jimin suddenly looks. "Hyung is fine, Jimin-ah."
"Thank you, hyung," Jimin says, and it sounds like more like a coo, quiet and sweet, before he straightens his back and continues. "I'm really sorry but I have to get going soon."
Yoongi feels a twinge of disappointment, before glancing at the large clock on the wall, honestly surprised by the time.

"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.
When he goes to reach for his own wallet, Jimin stops him. "Already got it, hyung."

"Ah, you didn't have to." Yoongi's honestly a little embarrassed now.

"I wanted to."
It sounds sincere, and Yoongi figures that's why they're here, in the end; because Yoongi can't afford nice things, and because Jimin likes providing them for others.

So instead of grumbling about it, he simply nods, smiling at the younger man.

"Thank you."
Jimin beams at him. "You're welcome, hyung!"

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.
"You have my number, Jimin-ah," Yoongi reassures him, though the tone of his voice is probably a bit too wry. Judging by the way Jimin's pout deepens, it is.

"Yes, but-" Jimin stops himself before he can finish, cheeks flushing a little. "Anyway. I'd like to take you out again."
Yoongi hums, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans as he pretends to think about it.

"We need to talk about the terms of our arrangement."
"Yeah," Yoongi agrees, because while their first meeting has gone really well and feels almost like a date, the reality is they're meeting for a reason. "We should do that."

"Are you free on Saturday? I'd like to show you my favourite restaurant!"
Yoongi thinks back to his plans for the week and comes up with nothing.

"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!"
Yoongi chuckles as he watches Jimin hurry away, stopping next to a very fancy looking car and pulling open the back door. He turns back to wave at Yoongi, his smile brilliant as ever, before disappearing inside.
When Yoongi gets home, he finds his two best friends still lounging around on his couch. A random action movie is playing on his tv, the sound of explosions and revving engines loud in the quiet apartment.
"Don't you two have your own home to go to?" Yoongi huffs, pulling at Hoseok's legs until they fall off the edge of the couch before slumping down next to them. Hoseok makes an indignant sound before pulling his feet up.
"Yeah, but we wanted to hear how it went," Namjoon says, sitting up to put his chin on Hoseok's shoulder.

"Yeah, come on!" Hoseok exclaims, using one foot to poke at Yoongi's side. "We want all the steamy details!"
Yoongi grunts, grabbing hold of Hoseok's ankle and digging his fingers into the meat of his foot.

The man's shrieks cover up the movie entirely.
"Please stop torturing my boyfriend," Namjoon sighs, but he's smiling a little when Yoongi releases Hoseok and the man curls up further into his arms.

"He's being annoying," Yoongi retaliates, grinning when Namjoon just shrugs.

"Par for the course, really."
"Hey!" Hoseok huffs, digging his elbow into Namjoon's stomach. "You're gonna pay for that later."

Yoongi lifts his hands up, scrunching his nose at the pair. "TMI guys."
"You know what's not TMI? How your meeting with your glucose guardian went!"

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.
"Fine! Jesus," he groans. "It went well, okay? He's really nice."

"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.
"So, what's his name? Is he hot? Is he /rich/?"

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.
He decides to answer the last question first. "He has a black card."

"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.
"I don't know if he wants me to tell anyone his name, I'll have to ask him on Saturday."

"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.
Somehow, the rest of the week seems to go by incredibly slowly, but Saturday still manages to sneak up on him.

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.
So here he is, on Saturday, in front of his mirror again. He twists this way and that, trying to get a good sense of how he looks from all angles, to see is his hair is sticking out from the back,
He's brushed it four times now, and if Hoseok were here he'd tell him to stop being so nervous.

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.
It takes him half an hour to get to the right district and then nearly twenty minutes to find the right restaurant; it's good he left early. When he does eventually get to the right place, however, he's quite surprised.
It's a pretty ordinary place, a bit more upscale than the places he himself frequents, but essentially the same. No fine dining, no weird tiny portions and wines that supposedly taste of berries or nuts or whatever. Just grilled meats and sides, jjigae and bibimbap.
He feels better about his outfit already.

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.
Jimin's face is neutral as he walks towards the restaurant, but the moment he spots Yoongi, his face lights up and he starts waving.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn't miss that smile.

Yoongi smiles back at the man as he comes to a stop in front of him.

"Hello, Jimin-ah."

Jimin's smile turns a little shy, his shoulders rising up as he ducks his head. "Were you waiting for me, hyung?"
"Of course," Yoongi murmurs. He feels the urge to hug Jimin and it's a little surprising; he's not usually very touchy with people he doesn't know well. He ignores it, however, tilting his head towards the door instead. "Wanna get inside?"
Jimin leads them to the far corner of the restaurant, away from the noise of the other patrons. Yoongi supposes it's to give them some privacy, since the stuff they'll be discussing this evening is sensitive.

A thrill of nerves runs through him at that, settling in his stomach.
But instead of getting right down to business, Jimin starts chatting normally, telling Yoongi about his week, his trip to Jeju with his friend Seokjin. It throws Yoongi for a loop and for a while he stays mostly quiet, just listens to Jimin talk about his life.
He manages to snap out of it when they order. The amount of food is absolutely ridiculous for only two people, but Jimin was adamant about having Yoongi try every one of his favourites.

"So, this is your favourite restaurant?"
"Yes, the food is /so good/, I come here all the time! And the staff is so nice, especially halmeonim."

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.
Yoongi can't help but smile, Jimin's whole demeanor is so warm and bright. He wonders why the man is looking for the kind of arrangement they'll be discussing; it seems like he could have anyone wrapped around his finger in no time.
Jimin only approaches the subject after he's made sure that Yoongi has tasted every single dish on, even forgetting to eat himself as he takes in Yoongi's reactions.

After the plates are cleared away, he grows more serious, biting his lip as he runs his eyes over Yoongi's face.
"So, I think it's time we discuss this," he says, indicating between the two of them, "and what we both are looking for."

"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?"
"Ah," Jimin breathes out. "I suppose it's fair that I go first. You remember what I wrote in my ad?"

"Vaguely," Yoongi admits, "but I'd like to hear it from you. Maybe something's changed since then."
Jimin fiddles with his glass for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. Yoongi lets him think, eyes roaming across Jimin's face; the way he pouts in thought is quite adorable.

"What I want... is your company."
"I want someone who'll spend time with me, go on little dates like these, someone who'll text me sometimes and make sure I'm okay. Someone who'll take care of me - emotionally, I mean," Jimin blushes a little at that. "I won't require anything physical, if you don't want that."
Yoongi opens his mouth, not sure what to say, but Jimin shakes his head.

"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."
"A friend, of sorts, but not really. You understand what I mean?"

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.
"Ah, one more thing. It's okay if you don't want to, you can refuse, but I'd..." Jimin's really blushing now, hiding his face in his hands as he mumbles his last words. "I'd like you to call me baby."
Yoongi hums, simply looking at Jimin for a moment. Taking in the vibrant, beautiful person sitting across from him. The man looks so nervous it's heartbreaking, and Yoongi's decision comes to him easy.

"That sounds reasonable."
"It- it does?" Jimin asks, finally lowering his hands.

"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.
Yoongi chuckles. "Believe me, it's enough."

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."
Yoongi's stomach flips at the touch, breath catching in his throat, but he still manages to smile back.

"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.
As if on cue, Jimin’s next message is nothing but a barrage of different happy looking emojis, and Yoongi can’t help but roll his eyes even as his smile widens.
Yoongi finally puts down his toothbrush, bending to rinse his mouth under the tap. A quick glance at the time tells him he has 7 hours before their date.

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.
Jimin had said there would be gifts, that he liked giving them and it was something that made him very happy. It might be rude to refuse.

He stares at the chat for a moment longer typing again.

> thank u baby, i’m sure hyung will love it
Jungkook arrives at Yoongi's apartment half an hour before the delivery does. It's not a planned visit, by any means, just a text telling him the younger "will be there in 5" and showing up.
The boy doesn't even bother to knock, just lets himself in with the spare keys Yoongi gave him two years ago.

"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.
And then opening again.

"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."
"Ha ha," Jungkook grumbles, reaching for a soda before closing the fridge and turning around. "What's up?"

"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?"
Yoongi scrunches his nose. That boy is too damn perceptive for his own good.

"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."
"Don't interrupt me, you brat," Yoongi sighs, but all Jungkook does is grin at him brightly, too damn cute for his own good.

Yoongi moves to grab him, maybe ruffle his hair a bit, when the doorbell rings and they both turn their heads towards the sound.
"You expecting someone, hyung?"

"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.
"Delivery for Min Yoongi!"

"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.
Jungkook follows behind Yoongi as he sets the packages on his coffee table, eyeing them with interest. There are three in all, one stupidly wide but thin one, one that looks like a shoebox, and one the size of his palm.
"What's all this, hyung? Is that- does that box really say /Saint Laurent/?"

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 has a name, Kook-ah, you make him sound like some sort of evil overlord or something when you just say /him/ like that."

"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.
”I promise you, he’s not.”

Jungkook hums, fidgeting where he stands before carefully reaching out a finger towards the largest one.

”So... can I open them?”
Yoongi nods, settling back into the couch to watch. Jungkook goes for the biggest one first, of course, the black one with Saint Laurent emblazoned on it in big silver letters.
The boy makes quick work of it, the box opening in seconds to reveal a black suit jacket, unfolded to prevent wrinkling, Yoongi assumes. It’s nice, very nice, the fabric thick and a little shiny in the afternoon light.

”Woah,” Jungkook exhales, lifting it up carefully.
For a brief moment they just stare at it.

”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.
His next target is the shoe box and he pulls out a pair of black shoes. Jungkook seems less impressed by those, looking them up and down for a few seconds before putting them away, but Yoongi can appreciate the fine make of them even from afar.
The final box is the smallest, and when Jungkook opens it he lets out a little noise. ”Okay, this is nice. And there’s a note!”

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.
”Go on, hyung, read the note!” Jungkook says, sounding a little impatient now. Yoongi shoots him a warning look that does absolutely nothing to chastise the boy.

”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.

❤️ Baby’

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.
”He calls you DADDY?”

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-”
”Jungkook,” Yoongi growls, tries for a warning tone but it’s hard when the boy is gasping for breath, little giggles escaping in between.

”Daddy,” Jungkook wheezes, and then he’s flopping over the back of the couch, a fit of giggles shaking his whole body.
Yoongi sighs, can feel a laugh bubbling up in his throat too, but swallows it down.

”Hey,” he elbows Jungkook in the ribs. ”Don’t kinkshame me.”

That only sets him off again.
Later, once they’ve both calmed down again and Jungkook has apologized for acting insensitively, Yoongi sits down on the edge of his bed and digs the note out of his pocket.

He smiles down at it, takes in the neat handwriting, the cute little heart Jimin had drawn.
Somehow, those few words on this little piece of paper make everything seem more real.
Yoongi's fiddling with the clasp of his new bracelet, trying to put it on and cursing every time his fingers slip on the metal, when his phone buzzes. He lets out a heavy breath, staring at the bracelet for a moment longer before pocketing the thing.
He grabs his phone to see a text from Jimin, telling him that the younger man is downstairs, waiting by the car.

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.
He's wearing his new shoes, the fit a little tight but not uncomfortable, and he quickly shrugs on his new jacket too, tugging at it to make sure it sits right on his shoulders.

These items are clearly date clothes, and Yoongi can take a damn hint.
A quick look in the mirror tells him his cheeks are flushed and his jacket on straight, somehow managing to make his ratty old black jeans look good too, and then he's off, patting his pockets down quickly to check he has everything he needs before shutting the door behind him.
He stops in front of the elevator, currently located on the ground floor according to the display above it; a glance at the time spurs Yoongi into half-running down the stairs instead of waiting for the creaky old thing to make its way to his floor and then down again.
He only comes to a stop when he reaches the front door, stopping for a moment to catch his breath and brush a stray hair from his face. only to freeze with his hand in mid-air as he glances outside.
Jimin's car is parked right next to the building and the man himself is leaning against it casually. If he was looking up he'd be staring straight at Yoongi, but luckily he's currently immersed in his phone, fingers flying away across the screen, probably texting someone-
Which is good, because it gives Yoongi time to convince his heart to start beating again.
Jimin is a vision. That is the only way Yoongi can think to describe him as the younger man stands there in front of his car - a different one from last time, Yoongi's brain notes almost absent-mindedly - in a black suit tailored to perfection.
The way it frames Jimin's body is stunning, highlighting the grace with which he holds himself, making Yoongi's gaze linger as he struggles to pull it up and onto Jimin's face.
Seriously, Yoongi's having a hard time breathing right now.

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?
Jimin raises his hand in a small wave, looking so happy to see Yoongi that he's spurred into action again, pulling the door open to finally step outside.
It's only a few meters from the door to Jimin's car, but the journey seems to take forever as Jimin's eyes roam over his form, lingering around his shoulders, clearly checking him out.
Yoongi tries his best to not feel self-conscious, but it's like walking in a straight line is suddenly an entirely new concept to him. His legs feel wobbly and he's sure he's waddling a little as he approaches the younger man.
Jimin's smile is pleased when Yoongi comes to a stop in front of him. "Hyung, you're wearing your gifts!"

"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."
Jimin lets out a little noise, the apples of his cheeks taking on a rosy colour as he screws his eyes shut, nose scrunching a little. Yoongi's honestly a little worried for a moment, but then Jimin peeks at him from under his lashes.

"Oh, I really, really like that."
Jimin's voice is quiet now, soft, but his face is flushed and his smile is back and honestly?

Yoongi kind of wants to kiss him right now.
He's probably obvious about it too. When he drags his eyes up from Jimin's lips to his eyes, the younger man is already looking at him and they share a moment of- something, Yoongi's not really sure what it is, but it feels good.
Jimin's smile is gentle as he takes a step back and tilts his head towards the car.

"Shall we?"
The drive up to the restaurant is a little awkward. Not because of Jimin, or even Yoongi, but because apparently, Jimin doesn't drive. Doesn't know how to, even, didn't get his license yet and doesn't feel like he needs it anyway.

And why would he, when he has a personal driver.
Jimin introduces the man as "Sejin-hyung", and Yoongi shares a polite greeting with him, but other than that the man keeps silent. Honestly, it's weird to have a third person in the car with them when the man doesn't really acknowledge them after his initial greeting.
Jimin's clearly not bothered by it, however, happily chatting away as soon as the car starts moving. He tells Yoongi about his friend, Taehyung, who is currently in Paris "breaking hearts and walking runways." In that specific order, according to Jimin.
"Oh," Jimin suddenly breathes out, and his hand goes to reach for one of Yoongi's before stopping when he remembers himself. "Did you not like the bracelet, hyung?"
"Huh?" Yoongi frowns, a little lost for a moment, but then he glances down at his bare wrists and it clicks. The damn bracelet. “No, hyung loved it, I just couldn't get it on by myself."
He holds out his hand, showing Jimin the piece of jewellery resting on his palm, and Jimin seems to relax again, smiling softly.

"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.
Jimin hums, still eyeing the bracelet before reaching out carefully, like he's giving Yoongi the chance to avoid his touch. When Yoongi keeps perfectly still, he glances quickly at him, biting his lip at the corner before finally letting his fingertips brush Yoongi's palm.
It's strangely intimate, the brush of skin on skin, and all Yoongi can think is that Jimin's hands are absolutely tiny compared to his own.

He wonders why he likes that so much.

"Can I help you put it on?"
Yoongi nods wordlessly, watches Jimin pick up the bracelet and then guide his hand to rest on his knee. The fabric feels cool against the back of Yoongi's hand.

It takes Jimin all of three seconds to loop the chain around Yoongi's wrist and secure it with the clasp.
"There," Jimin says, his smile a little mischievous as he looks up at Yoongi again. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You have an unfair advantage," Yoongi defends himself, but it's half-hearted at best.
He pulls back his hand a little reluctantly, turning his wrist this way and that to take in the way the bracelet sits on his skin.

"Thank you."

When he looks forward to see where they’re currently driving, he spots Sejin smiling widely at the steering wheel.
The restaurant Jimin has picked this time is... different. The waiters are wearing waistcoats and slacks and shiny shoes, flitting around the dining room with a sense of urgency in their steps.
The interior of the place is all dark wood and white and gold, sleek and swanky, and Yoongi's not sure he's shiny enough to fit the picture.

Not even the food on the menu is familiar. Hell, it isn't even in Korean, that's how fancy this place is.
Yoongi heaves a quiet sigh, turning his gaze back to where Jimin sits across from him. The younger man is perusing the menu with interest, obviously having no trouble deciphering what each item includes.
There's that tiny pout to his lips again, making them jut out adorably, and Yoongi can't help but smile softly in response.

Of course that's when Jimin raises his eyes from the menu to find Yoongi staring at him.
"What is it, hyung?"

"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."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Jimin says, and when Yoongi looks up he's worrying his lip again. "I didn't even think of that."

"It's fine," Yoongi murmurs, feels a little bad that his excuse made Jimin genuinely worried. "Maybe you can just order for me, eh?"
"If that's okay with you," Jimin says, still sounding a little hesitant, and Yoongi can't have that. Not when it's kind of his job to make Jimin happy.

For some reason, that really sounds like an excuse too.
"Just show me your favourite dishes again, I'm sure they'll be great."
The food does turn out to be pretty good, even if the portion sizes leave something to be desired. Jimin seems to enjoy seeing Yoongi's outrage at the tiny dishes, snickering into his hand whenever a new course is served and Yoongi's eyes grow wider with disbelief.
Yoongi makes sure to play into it, even going as far as to lift up a plate to "look for the rest of the dish", before catching the eye of one of the waitresses and quickly putting it down again.

It's a little childish, to be sure, but the mirth on Jimin's face makes it worth it.
"You know," Jimin says as they're waiting for their desserts. He pauses to take a sip of his wine, eyes travelling down to Yoongi's shoulders, and when he continues his voice has taken on a huskier tone, his smile teasing. "I forgot to tell you how good you look in that jacket."
Yoongi coughs, a little awkward under the sudden attention, but he does his best to shrug it off. "Thank you, baby. The gifts were very nice."

For a moment Jimin just looks at him, like he's pondering something-
Like he's hesitating, so Yoongi reaches out to place his hand on Jimin's, squeezing it reassuringly. Jimin gives him a beautiful smile, his voice soft when he finally opens his mouth again.

"You're welcome, daddy."
It's all Yoongi can think about.
The rest of their date is a bit of a blur to him as he tries to think back on it, lying there on his bed. He hasn’t even bothered to take his shoes off, feet dangling from the edge of the mattress to not get it dirty.

He’ll have to mop the floors in the morning.
Yoongi closes his eyes, trying to will his brain to calm down, for his heart to stop beating so wildly whenever the image of Jimin appears in his mind.

/You’re welcome, daddy./
Yoongi groans, curling up into a tighter ball as he tries to rationalize these new feelings in his head.

He might be crushing on his sugar baby.
His phone buzzes in his pocket and he almost doesn’t bother to check it, assuming it’s Namjoon sharing another link to a video about some crab he finds adorable, but on second thought that sounds like something that might just work to get Jimin off his mind for a bit.
The plan immediately goes down the drain when he sees the message preview on his home screen.

> I’m sorry
Yoongi sits up quickly, frowning down at his phone as he swipes the chat open and begins typing.

> why are you sorry???
After several minutes with no answer, he texts again.

> 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

> ig

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.

”Hi, hyung.”
”Jimin-ah,” Yoongi breathes, letting himself flop back onto the mattress and his eyes fall shut. ”What’s wrong?”

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.
”I’m sorry,” Jimin eventually whispers, his voice wobbly before he clears his throat and continues. ”Things have been so comfortable with you, so easy, that I guess I got ahead of myself a little? I...”
Jimin’s voice trails off, another sniffle coming through, and Yoongi’s worried he might be crying.

”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-
”That I don’t actually know if you’re comfortable too. If you’re okay with me calling you... that, if you even want me to. You seemed a little off, afterwards, and I just wanted to- to apologize. God, I hope I didn’t ruin this-”
”You didn’t ruin anything,” Yoongi interjects, his tone firm. He takes in a deep breath, letting it out through his nose slowly as he considers his next words. ”I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to give you the impression I was put off, baby. I was just surprised, I guess.”
”Really?” Jimin asks, his voice so small it’s a little hard to hear him. Something warm throbs in Yoongi’s chest at the sound.

”Good,” Jimin sighs, and there’s a shuffling sound as though the man is shifting on something soft. ”I really like you, Yoongi.”

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?”
”Okay,” Jimin says, and he sounds like he’s smiling too. Maybe that’s what gives Yoongi the push to continue.

”Are you in bed, baby? It’s getting late.”

”Yes, hyung. I just couldn’t sleep before I texted you.”
”That’s good. I’m glad you did, and that we talked about this.” Yoongi pauses, weighing his next words carefully before speaking again. ”Daddy’s proud of you, baby.”
He hears Jimin gasp, followed by a thudding sound and a muffled ”oh shit” that makes Yoongi chuckle, the sound loud in his quiet apartment.

”Hello? Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice comes back on the line, sounding a little shaken.

”I’m here, Jimin-ah.”
”Good,” Jimin hums, ”that’s good.”

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.

”’m sleepy.”
Yoongi can’t help but smile.

”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.”

”Night, daddy.”
The first thing Yoongi does with his allowance is treat his friends to dinner at their usual restaurant. He orders way too much food and beer, insisting that they eat until their bellies are full, piling beef onto Jungkook’s plate until the boy begs him to stop.
The contentment he feels at being able to take care of his friends again is a buzzing warmth in his chest, glowing so bright he can’t stop smiling for days afterwards.
The second thing he does is pay his bills. It’s a cathartic experience, going through each one and paying it in full, watching the pile on his coffee table slowly dwindle down to nothing.

He’s even able to pay a few months of rent in advance, and the security feels good.
He also quits his part-time job at the supermarket down the street. It’s a bit of a risk, Yoongi’s well aware, but it’s not like the job paid much anyway. Now he’ll have more time to work on his music.

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.
The cab driver had raised his eyebrows when told where to go, and he can see why;

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.
From between the buildings Yoongi can catch glimpses of Han River, glittering like jewels in the low light of the setting sun. It's really quite beautiful, and Yoongi's sure it'll look nicer from further up.
He shifts on his feet, shoving his phone in his pocket and tightening his grip on the bouquet in his other hand before setting off towards the right building.
Ten minutes and only one uncomfortable once-over from the concierge later, he's on his way to the 16th floor. The numbers on the elevator display go up with surprising speed, timed perfectly with the fluttering of the butterflies in Yoongi's stomach.
He barely has time to fidget before the doors open again and he's greeted with the most welcoming sight he's ever seen.

Jimin's standing in the doorway to what must be his apartment, leaning against the frame casually.
He's dressed more casually than Yoongi's used to, an oversized sweater and ripped jeans instead of his usual shirt and slacks. There's a smile on his face, as seems to be the case whenever they meet, wide enough to make his cheeks bunch up and his eyes all but disappear.
"Yoongi-hyung!" the younger man exclaims, and /oh/.

It's funny, how quickly someone can start to feel like home.
"Hey baby," Yoongi says, his own smile evident in his voice. He takes in a steadying breath, glancing down at the flowers in his hand before stepping forward to press them into Jimin's arms instead. "Here. For you."
"Oh," Jimin breathes. He seems a little surprised to suddenly be holding a bunch of flowers, but his cheeks colour into a pretty pink that matches the carnations all the same. "Thank you, they're really pretty."
"I saw them and thought of you," Yoongi finds himself saying before his brain can catch up, and he can feel his own cheeks heating up as he coughs to hide his embarrassment.
Jimin just smiles, eyes roaming Yoongi's face for a moment. His voice is quiet when he speaks again.

"Thank you, daddy."
Jimin's apartment isn't exactly how Yoongi envisioned it. Sure, it's probably at least five times larger than his own, with its four bedrooms and two bathrooms and massive kitchen, but somehow Jimin has managed to turn the place into something that doesn't feel so huge and cold.
There's photographs everywhere; large printed ones that take up entire walls with beautiful landscapes, and clusters of small polaroids that feel more personal as many of them feature Jimin himself, posing cutely with various people from his life.
"So," Jimin eventually says, guiding Yoongi back towards the living space after finishing the tour. "This is where I live."

Yoongi hums under his breath, eyes roaming around the open living area before landing on the kitchen. "It's nice. One thing, though..."
"What is it?"

"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.
Jimin shrugs, scrunching his nose and turning to face Yoongi. His hair is a little messy from where he's just ran his hand through it, his sweater slipping off one shoulder slightly, and Yoongi's heart skips a beat.

"I'm not a good cook so I just order in or eat out."
”Next time I’ll cook for you, how’s that?”

The younger man smiles, looking a little shy as he hugs his arms around himself. ”Yes, please, that sounds wonderful.”
After setting up their delivery order the two of them head to the couch. Jimin hands Yoongi the remote, telling him to pick whatever he wants to watch while he goes to fetch plates and chopsticks.
It’s not long before they’re settled down with their food and some random artsy movie Yoongi heard Namjoon talk about the other day.

It’s boring.
Yoongi can tell Jimin’s having a hard time concentrating. The younger man keeps fidgeting, the movement obvious even across the space between them, and when Yoongi chances a glance at him his eyes are a little glassy.
Not that Yoongi’s doing any better; the plot is hard to follow, full of twists and turns that make no sense, at least not when half of his brain power is fixated on Jimin, the quiet sound of his breathing, the way his sweater-clad hand rests between them invitingly.
”Okay,” Yoongi eventually sighs out loud, leaning forward to pause the movie. ”This was a bad choice.”

”No, this is good!” Jimin exclaims, turning wide eyes towards him, looking so adorably flustered Yoongi can’t help but snicker.
”Baby, neither of us has any idea what the hell is going on in this movie.”

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.
Jimin’s whole body tilts forward with the force of his laughter, nearly landing in Yoongi’s lap, and somehow that only makes Yoongi laugh harder.

It takes a while for them to calm down.
They pick another movie after that, Jimin’s choice this time, and when they settle back again they’re holding hands.

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.
Midway through the film Jimin leans in, slow and careful as always like he’s giving Yoongi time to move away, before laying his head on his shoulder.

Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat, muscles tensing briefly before he relaxes again.
”This’s nice,” Jimin murmurs, the words a little muffled as he nuzzles his cheek into Yoongi’s arm.

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.
They stay close even after the movie ends.

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
For a moment Yoongi thinks Jimin may have fallen asleep, but then he nuzzles into him a little further.

”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.”
”Okay,” Jimin sighs, pressing in a little closer. Yoongi's sure he can hear his heart beating, the thud of it so heavy it feels like it's pounding against his rib cage; it feels a little silly to be so easily flustered by the younger man's presence against him, but wonderful too.
Fifteen or so minutes later, Yoongi /knows/ Jimin’s falling asleep, his breathing evening out into a slow rhythm, and while the thought of him being so comfortable in Yoongi’s arms makes the older man’s heart warm, they can’t just sleep on Jimin’s couch.
"Baby," Yoongi murmurs into Jimin's hair, carefully stroking his thumb over the younger man's shoulder. "Don't fall asleep on me, now."

Jimin hums, a sweet little sound. "'M not, promise."
"Sunshine," Yoongi sighs, amused and so, so fond. "Be a good boy now."

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.
"Yes, daddy," he whispers.


Yoongi draws in a deep breath, counts to five to make sure his voice is even before replying. "That's my baby."
Jimin lets out a quiet whine before finally straightening up, immediately pressing his palms to his cheeks. Yoongi can still see the blush on them, peeking through his fingers. He can't help but smile, a wide unabashed grin that makes Jimin groan.

"Don't laugh at me!"
"I'm not," Yoongi tells him. He lets his eyes roam over Jimin's face, watching as the younger peeks at him from behind his hands. "You're really pretty when you blush."
Jimin groans again, more dramatic this time, and lets himself slump backwards against the couch. He crosses his arms over his chest. "Mean."

"How is telling you you're pretty being mean?" Yoongi asks, honestly a little incredulous, and Jimin pouts at him.
"You're teasing me," he grumbles. "Good daddies don't tease their babies."

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.
"I promise I'm not teasing you, Jimin." He waits until Jimin looks back at him before continuing. "You're beautiful when you blush, baby."

Jimin ducks his head, pressing a hand to his mouth, but Yoongi can see a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.
The strange tension between them eases when Yoongi finally sets about leaving. When he goes to call for a cab Jimin stops him, telling him that Sejin can drive him home; Yoongi wants to protest but Jimin's already got his phone pressed to his ear, a cheery greeting on his lips.
He sighs, shaking his head with a small smile when Jimin beams at him.

"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.
"Sejin-hyung doesn't mind! He likes you," the younger man tells him, all smiles as he guides Yoongi to the door. Yoongi just hums, not quite sure how true that will be after the man has to take him home in the middle of the night.
Jimin watches as he puts on his shoes, shuffling in place restlessly, before suddenly going wide-eyed and running off with a "hyung, wait!"

He comes back soon enough, stopping in front of Yoongi and presenting him with a green rectangular box.
"I thought you'd like this!"

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.
"Isn't it nice? I saw it and thought it would look good on you! I prefer Cartier myself but this seemed more your style," Jimin is saying, sounding so casual, as if he didn't just gift Yoongi a damn Rolex.

"Baby," Yoongi breathes out. "This is too much."
When he looks up, Jimin's smile has dimmed.

"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.
"Thank you, baby," he says, putting emphasis on each syllable. "I love it."

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 understand," Jimin says, stepping closer to rest his hand on Yoongi's arm. For a moment they just look at each other.

"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 have a feeling you're certainly gonna try your best."

"I always do," Jimin grins at him. And then he leans in.
Yoongi's heart jumps in his chest, eyelids fluttering as soft lips press into his cheek, brief but sweet before Jimin's pulling away again.

"Thank you for the date, daddy."
Turns out, Sejin's just a quiet guy.

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.
Twenty minutes into the ride Yoongi's falling into a sort of trance, lulled by the mellow music playing low on the car radio and the changing scenery outside the window, when the man finally speaks and jolts him out of his reverie.

"Jimin likes you."
Silence. Yoongi turns wide eyes at the man and waits a few beats, expecting him to continue, but Sejin seems perfectly content to just leave his statement hanging in the air between them.

"Yeah?" Yoongi eventually croaks out, shifting his gaze to the road again.
He feels like squirming in his seat as he waits for Sejin to answer him, but settles for flexing his fingers against the leather cover of it instead.

"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.
The car pulls to a stop at a red light and from the corner of his eye Yoongi can see Sejin turning to look at him.

"It's cute, how smitten he is."
Yoongi can feel his cheeks heating up at that. He purses his lips, shifting in his seat, suddenly hyper aware of the pattern of his breathing, the way his jeans cling to his knee as he bounces his leg nervously.

The light turns green and Sejin's focus returns to the road.
"I just thought you should know. Jimin isn't the type to do things half-heartedly, and he wears his heart on his sleeve." Sejin pauses again as they approach an intersection, only continuing once they've passed it. "I can tell you're a good guy so I'm not worried, but..."
Yoongi nods. "You're looking out for him."

"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."
Sejin pulls the car into the parking lot next to Namjoon and Hoseok's apartment building, leaving the engine running as he turns to Yoongi. There's a smile on his face when Yoongi meets his gaze.

"And here we are."
"Uh," Yoongi says intelligently. "I... thanks. For the ride. Sorry to keep you up, I told Jimin I could just get a cab-"

"Nonsense," Sejin waves his hand. "I was itching for a drive anyway."
Yoongi nods silently, getting out of the car without waiting for the man to open the door for him or something equally ridiculous. Sejin seems to be expecting it, his smile a little wry when he leans over the console to speak to Yoongi.

"I'll be seeing you again soon, sir."
When Yoongi gets up to the third floor, the door to the apartment is already open. Namjoon is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and eyes a little droopy, like he'd already been asleep and woke up recently.
"Nice car," is his way of greeting Yoongi, raising his eyebrows at him before turning around to head back inside. Yoongi follows behind him, shutting the door quietly and kicking off his shoes.

"Jimin's," he says absent-mindedly, like it isn't obvious anyway. "Where's Seok?"
"Sleeping," Namjoon says, leading the way into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Got a dance thing in the morning. Beer?"

"Nah, I'm good. Got a producing thing in the morning."

Namjoon snorts, pulling out a can of soda and popping the lid.
He slumps down onto a dining chair, placing his elbows on the table and leaning his chin on his hands. Yoongi follows him, taking the seat opposite him and sighing as he reaches for the soda and takes a long drink.
"Damn," Namjoon says, and when Yoongi sets the can down again he can see the man's eyes follow his hand. "That a Rolex?"

"Oh." Yoongi frowns, glancing down at his wrist. He'd forgotten about the watch, his mind so occupied with his conversation with Sejin. "Yeah."
Namjoon's quiet for a while, simply looking at him, until Yoongi finally sighs.


"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."
Yoongi shrugs. "You're not the only one."

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.
"How'd the date go?"

Yoongi draws in a deep breath, letting it out through his nose as he fiddles with the can in his hands.

"We... cuddled."
"You cuddled," Namjoon repeats after him, his voice monotonic. "That's what brings the great Min Yoongi to my doorstep at one in the morning? You cuddled."

"Shut up," Yoongi grumbles, pushing the soda can away and running a hand over his face, trying to will his blush away.
"You've got it bad, haven't you," Namjoon says, and the bastard has the nerve to look really serious all of a sudden, as if Yoongi's not already having a hard time talking about this /with/ the snarky responses that they usually hide behind.
Yoongi sighs, leaning back in his chair to stare at the ceiling. He thinks of Jimin, of his beautiful smile and his sweet demeanor, his loud laughter and small hands.

"Define bad."

His friend hums, a thoughtful sound filled with meaning.

"So when do we get to meet him?"
On their next date, Yoongi makes good on his word.

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.
He shows up at Jimin's place with two bags full of groceries, grinning at the younger man's bewildered expression as he shuffles out of his shoes and heads straight towards the kitchen.
Jimin follows hot on his heels, reaching for one of the bags curiously. Yoongi nudges him off and sets them on the counter with a loud huff.

They're heavy, okay.
"Hyung, what's this?" Jimin asks, trying to get at the bags again, but Yoongi reaches out to grab hold of his wrist. Jimin freezes, finally turning to look at Yoongi properly, and the older man smiles as he lowers their hands and threads their fingers together.
"Said I'd cook for you," he explains, shrugging his shoulder as though to say it's not really a big deal.

It feels like a big deal, though. Jimin seems to agree, if the smile spreading across his face is anything to go by.
It's blinding, all dimpled cheeks and crinkled eyes and sunshine.

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.
"Really?" the younger man asks, and for a terrifying moment Yoongi thinks he accidentally spoke out loud, but then Jimin continues. "I'm so excited to taste your cooking, I'm sure it's amazing!"
"Of course it is," Yoongi tells him, putting as much false bravado behind the words as he can muster at the moment. Jimin laughs, hiding his smile behind his hand as he leans closer to Yoongi, and this is it. This is what he's doing this for.
He sets about spreading everything out, explaining to Jimin the things he's planning to make - it's a lot of food for two people, but that seems an ongoing trend of theirs so he isn't too bothered. Jimin seems excited, actually bouncing on his heels as he eyes the ingredients.
"Can I help, hyung, please?" Jimin asks, all wide eyes and pouted lips, and Yoongi?

Yoongi is a weak man.

"Of course, baby."
He sets Jimin up with a knife and cutting board, lining up the vegetables that need to be chopped, while he goes to wash the rice.

Which maybe isn't the best idea he's ever had.
When the rice is washed and ready to go inside the cooker Yoongi found in one of Jimin's cupboards, he goes to check on the younger man's progress.

It's a mess.
Jimin's working on an eggplant, his movements painfully slow and careful. Mangled pieces of it are spread around the cutting board, and Yoongi winces a little as he watches the man slowly cut into it again.
His grip on the knife is all wrong. no power behind the cut, causing the knife to get stuck in the vegetable. Jimin sighs, his shoulders slumping.

"You okay there, baby?" Yoongi asks, stepping closer to peer over the man's shoulder and gently laying his hand on Jimin's shoulder.
"No," Jimin says, a little whiny, turning his head to give Yoongi a pitiful frown. "It keeps getting stuck! I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Want me to show you?" Yoongi asks, not quite able to hide the amusement in his voice, and Jimin huffs before nodding minutely.
Yoongi lets his hand slide from Jimin's shoulder down his arm, settling over the hand that's gripping the knife and guiding it into pulling off of the eggplant.

"Just follow my lead," he murmurs.
He only realizes exactly how suggestive their position is when he has to step even closer, chest brushing against Jimin's back, to reach properly. He freezes, breath caught in his chest as he swallows audibly.
For a moment neither of them move; Jimin lets out an unsteady breath, hand trembling a little under Yoongi's as they just stand there.

Yoongi's about to step back, an apology on the tip of his tongue, when Jimin relaxes, causing him to press a little closer.
"Show me, hyung," the younger man says, voice a mere whisper now, and when he turns his head to look at Yoongi he's worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

Yoongi can hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he nods quietly and settles his other hand onto Jimin's waist.
"Um," he begins, pausing to clear his throat. "Okay, just... take hold of the eggplant - like that, yeah, now curl your fingers so you don't cut yourself accidentally - that's good-"

Yoongi finds himself relaxing slowly as they work together to cut the rest of the eggplant.
It's not that different from cuddling, really, the way they're standing close together, and having to pay attention to what they're doing works to keep him from overthinking the whole thing, until having Jimin there between his arms starts to feel more natural. More comfortable.
They end up cutting all the vegetables together like that, the prospect of Jimin trying to handle the onions on his own frankly terrifying now that Yoongi realizes exactly how little experience the man has with cooking.
He's improving fast, though, and insists on doing the last cucumber by himself while the older man observes him.

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.
His hand settles somewhere above Jimin's hip as he leans his chin over the man's shoulder.

"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.
The end result is much neater this time. Yoongi tells him as much, heart swelling when Jimin absolutely beams at him. The younger man sets down the knife, pushing the chopping board further up the counter and turning around.
His arms come up to loop around Yoongi's neck and then he's hugging him, lips brushing against Yoongi's ear when he speaks. "Thank you for teaching me, daddy."

Yoongi chokes on his breath even as he returns the hug, pulling Jimin closer.
"You're welcome, baby," he says, voice coming out weak and raspy, and Jimin snickers as he presses a soft kiss onto Yoongi's cheek before pulling back again.

"Oh, can I try frying the meat next?"
When Yoongi hesitates, not really sure he's up to another close up lesson just yet, Jimin bursts out laughing.

"I'm kidding! I know I'm a mess, it's okay. I can still keep you company."
"You're not a mess," Yoongi's quick to interject, and he must seem serious because Jimin's grin mellows into a gentle smile and he lifts his hand to brush across his jaw softly.

"Thank you."
"I'll teach you next time, yeah?" Yoongi asks, nuzzling into the touch subtly as he returns the smile.

"Next time," Jimin agrees. "Now, I could really use a glass of wine after that ordeal. Would you like some?"
Jimin does get them both some red wine while Yoongi goes to prep the meat and turn the rice cooker on, settling down on top of the counter a safe distance from the stove afterwards. He looks cute, perched there, and Yoongi can't help but steal glances at him every few minutes.
Jimin catches him every time, eyes already trained on him even as he chatters on about this and that, and it's nice.

It feels nice, being here together. Feels right, somehow, like something has finally clicked into place in the world.
The meal turns out fantastic, if Yoongi does say so himself. Jimin certainly does, cheerfully claiming all the credit for his "fantastic knife work."

Yoongi's sure this is the hardest he's laughed in a while.
They clean up quickly, groaning about their full stomachs all the while, before Jimin grabs his hand and leads him towards the balcony doors.

"Ta-da," the man exclaims as he pulls Yoongi out behind him, gesturing about the balcony with a wide sweep of his arm.
Fairy lights are strung along the walls, casting a soft, warm glow all over the balcony and contrasting with the dark blue of the night sky. Yoongi takes a step closer to the glass railing, peering down at the Han River far below.

It really is a stunning view.
"See, I can do surprises too," Jimin tells him, voice quiet as he settles next to him, and Yoongi finds it quite easy to tear his gaze away from the view outside and focus on what's in front of him instead.
The lights seem to caress Jimin's face with their soft glow, highlighting his features as Yoongi lets his eyes wander over them. His lips are stretched into a smile, small and sweet, and his eyes seem to sparkle as he meets Yoongi's gaze.
He really is the most beautiful man Yoongi's ever seen.
He still hasn't answered Jimin, he realizes that, but what can he possibly say, when the man is looking at him like that?

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."
"Then kiss me," is all Jimin says, but voice wavers and his hands grab onto the front of Yoongi's shirt, already pulling him closer.

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.
Jimin's grip on his shirt tightens, a small noise escaping him and puffing against Yoongi's mouth sweetly, and he would probably chuckle at it if he wasn't busy right now.
He strokes his hands up Jimin's arms and over his shoulders, the kiss slow, almost lazy until he finally manages to hook his fingers behind Jimin's neck and pull him even closer.
Jimin gasps as Yoongi uses the angle to trap his bottom lip between his teeth, suckling gently for a moment before pulling back to look at him.

There's a flush settling onto Jimin's cheeks again, the pink of it soft in the low light.
"Fuck," Yoongi breathes out, leaning his forehead against Jimin's; he's already moving closer again, nose brushing against Jimin's, as he speaks. "Could kiss you forever."

"Please," Jimin whispers, and closes the distance between them again.
It's definitely not lazy the second time.

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.
It's a little wild, their second kiss, full of emotion Yoongi doesn't really know the name for. Just knows that it's good, that it's perfect, that he finally has Jimin against him. That it's Jimin's teeth scraping over his lower lip, his tongue coaxing him to part his lips.
They're both panting when they separate and for a moment they just stare at each other.

And then Jimin giggles.
It's such a happy sound that Yoongi can't help but smile right back.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Jimin confesses, sounding a little giddy.
"Yeah?" Yoongi asks, his voice low. Jimin shrugs, scrunching his nose like he's embarrassed before leaning into the older man to hide his face.

"Yeah," Jimin mumbles, the word muffled against the skin of Yoongi's neck.
Yoongi hums, smiles when he feels Jimin press a small kiss behind his ear. "Me too, baby."
Yoongi's not going to lie, he's nervous about meeting Jimin's friends.

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.
But he's still nervous as they approach the cafe they've arranged to meet at, an anxious buzz making the tips of his fingers shake.

"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."
Yoongi hums, non-committal, trying to subtly wipe his clammy hands on his jeans as they round the corner. He almost bumps into a passerby hurrying past him; Jimin reaches out to take his hand in his and pull him closer.
"Rude," the younger man huffs, frowning briefly. Yoongi doesn't really care, just hopes he can't feel how sweaty his palms are.
Jimin's friends spot them as soon as they step inside. There's the sound of chair legs scraping, a few hurried footsteps, and before Yoongi even has time to locate the source Jimin is being wrenched from his side and into the arms of a tall man with light brown hair.

"Taetae," Jimin replies, voice breathy with laughter, letting himself be squished until the man that had walked up behind the first sighs dramatically.

"Sharing is caring, Taehyung," the man - Seokjin, apparently - says, gripping onto the other's shoulder and pulling him back.
"Jimin-ah," he murmurs, a smile softening his intimidatingly beautiful features when he pulls Jimin into a hug.

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.
"I've missed you so much," Jimin is saying, barely audible until he pushes back to free himself from his friends' grip. "But come on, I'm not alone here!"

Yoongi takes in a deep breath as three pairs of eyes turn to look at him.
"Hello," he says, quite proud of himself when his voice comes out steady. "Nice to meet you, I'm-"

"The daddy!" Taehyung exclaims, before quickly clapping a hand over his mouth. "Shit."
"Yoongi-ssi," Seokjin intercepts, somehow managing to bow politely even as he elbows Taehyung in the ribs. "We've heard a lot about you already. I'm Seokjin, but you can call me Jin-hyung if you want to."
Yoongi coughs, glancing sideways at Jimin who's busy glaring daggers at Taehyung.

"Jin-hyung," he repeats, managing a small smile in the older man's direction. "And Taehyung, nice to meet you too."
He pauses for a moment, taking in the chagrined look upon the youngest man's face, and decides to take pity on him.

"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."
As far as ice breakers go it's not the most conventional one, but it's certainly effective; Taehyung's still giggling in the seat next to him by the time they've ordered.
Seokjin seems to have decided that he likes Yoongi, engaging him in a light conversation almost immediately, and Jimin is absolutely beaming, obviously happy that they're all getting along so well.
Yoongi gets momentarily lost in his thoughts when Jimin laughs at something Taehyung's just said, the sound loud and bright, and when he finally tears his gaze away Seokjin is smirking at him.

"Ah, young love," the man sighs. Yoongi's cheeks suddenly feel far too hot.
After lunch the group get in a car that Yoongi assumes belongs to Taehyung, judging by the way the youngest greets the driver, and they head towards their next destination.

A spa.
Now, Yoongi's not against being pampered, far from it, but the idea of someone he doesn't know touching his face isn't exactly appealing.

With a fluffy bathrobe enveloping his form and a cooling mask on his freshly treated face, though, he's quick to change his mind.
"I never want to get up again," he sighs, eyes firmly closed, shifting a little in his seat to get more comfortable. From around him, three voices make agreeing noises at him.

Five minutes later he really needs to pee.
It's when he's heading back to the private room they'd rented that he bumps into Jimin.

"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.
"Hey," Jimin whispers, still smiling as though he didn't just steal all the breath from Yoongi's lungs.

"Um," is all Yoongi can think to say as Jimin's hands snake around his neck.

"I missed you."
Yoongi lets out a breathless laugh, finally relaxing a little. "I was gone for like three minutes, baby."

Jimin shakes his head and presses closer, one of his fingers stroking the back of his neck, and Yoongi shivers. "Missed kissing you."
"You kissed me two hours ago," Yoongi murmurs, gaze dropping to Jimin's lips of its own accord.

Jimin's eyes are hooded as he leans in, mouth hovering over Yoongi's. "Too long."
Yoongi's sure he will never get tired of this; the first press of skin on skin, the little skip in his stomach as their mouths meet. The way Jimin sighs, slumping against him.

It feels like coming home.
He rests his hands on Jimin's waist and pulls him closer, taking advantage of the little gasp that parts Jimin's lips to slip between them and deepen the kiss. Jimin's grip on his neck tightens, fingers flexing and nails digging in a little, and Yoongi lets out a quiet groan.
"Yoongi," Jimin sighs into his mouth, muffled and throaty and a little desperate, "daddy, please."

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?"
Jimin's eyes are sparkling, his lips parted, a flush high on his cheeks as he opens his mouth to answer,

and the door at the end of the corridor opens.
"Fuck," Jimin hisses, stepping back hastily, barely managing to plant his own back against the wall next to Yoongi before a man dressed in the spa's employee uniform comes into view.
They must look a mess. Both of them are still panting, their lips red from kissing and their bathrobes askew - it's obvious what they were just doing, but the employee only bows at them in passing, hurrying down the corridor and disappearing through another door.
Jimin turns to him, wide-eyed and red-faced, looking so bewildered that Yoongi can't help himself.

He bursts out laughing.
Jimin groans, shifting around so he can curl up against Yoongi's side and bury his face in his shoulder. "Oh my god."

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.
Seokjin and Taehyung are waiting for them when they get back. The whole setup seems planned, the way they've turned their chairs to face the doorway and are leaning back with their arms crossed over their chests. They even have the same eyebrow raised.
"Well look what the cat dragged in," Seokjin begins. He's obviously trying for a disapproving tone, but the way the corners of his lips twitch gives away his amusement.
"Long bathroom line?" Taehyung continues, his mask of mild interest so perfect that Yoongi would believe it if it weren't for the way he glances at Seokjin from the corner of his eye.

They've obviously guessed what really took them so long.
When Yoongi chances a glance at Jimin, the younger man is blushing furiously.

"Something like that," Jimin mumbles, shuffling in place, his grip on Yoongi's hand tightening a little.

"A-alright?" Jimin asks, sounding surprised. Hell, even Yoongi expected more teasing from the other two, and he hardly knows them.

Seokjin shrugs, picking up the magazine on the table next to him and opening it on a random page. "Alright."
Jimin waits for a moment longer, looking a little confused as Taehyung picks up his phone and starts typing on it, before he shrugs as well and tugs on Yoongi's hand, guiding him towards their chairs.

"Remember to always use protection!" Taehyung sing-songs, and Jimin stumbles.
"Kim Taehyung I'm going to end you!" Jimin exclaims, lunging for his friend as Seokjin bursts into laughter.
By the time the three friends calm down, it's time for them to leave. Jimin is still sulking as they head to the changing rooms, and even though they all know it's mostly for show, Taehyung still hangs back with him, talking to him quietly in his low voice.
"I'm sorry," Seokjin says, smiling when Yoongi meets his eyes. "If we made you uncomfortable. We're used to teasing each other like this, it's nothing serious."

"It's fine," Yoongi says, chuckling under his breath. "I'm like that with my friends too."
Seokjin hums thoughtfully, eyeing Yoongi. "I guess I can see that. You're pretty quiet, but you've got a sharp wit."

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."
Something about the way Seokjin says it, like he's expecting Yoongi to stick around for a long time, makes Yoongi feel warm. Accepted.

"Thank you," he murmurs, and smiles when Seokjin winks at him.
Yoongi’s done a lot of thinking over the past week and a half.
He hasn’t seen Jimin since Saturday, when they’d cooked together again; as promised, Jimin had tried his hand at frying meat and had succeeded beyond expectations. The younger man had been elated, his kisses sweet when he’d pinned Yoongi against the kitchen counter afterwards.
The following Sunday, Jimin had left for a trip to Dubai. Two whole weeks during which they could only text or call, and even that was limited by how busy Jimin’s schedule was.
So, Yoongi’s had time and space to think, and so far he’s come to one conclusion: he doesn’t really know where this is going.

‘This’ being his relationship with Jimin.
It’s not really a bad thing, per se. All new relationships are unpredictable at best, that’s part of what makes them so exciting - but that doesn't stop Yoongi from wondering.
Would Jimin want to be called Yoongi's boyfriend?

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.
So yeah. He doesn't really know where this strange relationship of theirs is going, doesn't know how far Jimin is willing to take it and if his feelings are truly returned with as much intensity. But as he thinks about Jimin's sweet smile, his gentle demeanor, his silly jokes...
Hoseok was right, even all those weeks ago: Yoongi's totally whipped.
> holy shit
> baby
> holy. shit.

> what's up???
> are u okay hyung
Yoongi takes in a deep breath, trying to keep his fingers from shaking as he glances between his chat with Jimin and the email open on his laptop screen.

"Fuck," he huffs out, setting the phone down on his coffee table and pressing his hands to face.
There are tears burning underneath his eyelids, hot and prickling, and he presses the tips of his fingers over them in an effort to stop the flow before it has a chance to truly begin.
'Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,' the words of the email repeat in his head, read so many times he doesn't need to open his eyes to see them anymore; words like 'very skilled', 'great ideas', 'interested in collaborating'.
His phone buzzes on the table intermittently as he tries to calm himself; worried texts from Jimin, one after the other, until the buzzing becomes regular, the default ringtone blaring in his quiet apartment.

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."
"Okay," Jimin repeats after him, quiet and soft. "Okay. Good. I was worried."

"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."
Jimin's joy is truly an infectious thing, even over the phone, and it doesn't take long for Yoongi's eyes to dry and laughter to bubble up instead.
"We need to celebrate!" the younger man exclaims. "I'm coming home in two days, we need to do /something/! I'll take you out, how's that? There's a few restaurants I haven't showed you yet-"
"Baby," Yoongi interrupts him, his fondness painfully evident in the soft tone of his voice. "I don't need all that."

"But you deserve it," Jimin says. "You deserve everything."
Yoongi swallows, tightening his grip on his phone as he lets the words sink in, pulling courage from them.

"I only need you, Jimin-ah. All that fancy shit's just extra."
Jimin is silent for a moment, only his breathing barely audible through the phone, and when he speaks again it's in a mere whisper. "Yoongi..."

The older man hums, low in his throat. "You just get home safe, okay? We'll figure out how to celebrate later."
30 minutes later, after they've said their goodbyes and Yoongi is sitting down with a celebratory drink as he waits for his friends to join him, his phone buzzes again.
> 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 😘😘
"Jesus Christ," Yoongi murmurs, chuckling under his breath.

> 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?
It takes a moment for Yoongi to reply, his mind a little occupied with less than wholesome thoughts - something he's quite sure Jimin is well aware of.

> brat
> yes i'll be here
> ....thank you ❤️
The look on Namjoon's face when Yoongi opens the packages to find a brand new, top of the line speaker set with matching headphones inside is priceless.
> 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.
"Something wrong?"

"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.
He ignores the way it immediately buzzes several times in a row.

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."
They're quiet for a moment, eyes glued to the TV screen, but Yoongi's only half-watching now; Jimin's fiddling with the hem of Yoongi's shirt, the movement a little anxious in nature.

"I'd.... I'd like to meet them, hyung," the younger man eventually mumbles, barely audible.
Yoongi chuckles. "You sure about that? They're assholes."

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."
Jimin lifts his face up to give Yoongi a smile, sweet but a little shy. "You think so?"

"Of course," Yoongi murmurs, smiling back at him, because seriously. /Who wouldn't?/
"If you want, they can come over," Jimin offers, but Yoongi's quick to shake his head.

"I'm with you now," he says by way of explanation. "They can wait. This is our date, our celebration."
Jimin's smile widens considerably, his eyes squinting into crescents, and he leans in to press a kiss onto Yoongi's hoodie-clad shoulder.

"Mkay," the younger man mumbles into the fabric, nuzzling it with his nose, his words come out muffled. "We're celebrating now?"
"Well, yeah," Yoongi says, his tone dry. "I don't usually go for fancy cakes and champagne as my movie snacks, you know."

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.
Yoongi's about to break the silence when Jimin blurts out, "I wanna give you a present."

"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-"
"Not," Jimin interrupts, his voice sharp before dropping lower again, "like that. Not... stuff."

"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.
When he opens them again, things happen fast:

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.
Yoongi stares up at him, wide-eyed with surprise, as Jimin leans in to speak into his ear.

"I wanna blow you, daddy."
"Oh," Yoongi says intelligently, his voice coming out breathy and thin. "I.... oh."

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-"
Yoongi raises his hands to grip Jimin's waist as the man goes to get up, squeezing tightly to keep him still.

"Calm down, baby."
Jimin stops struggling, letting himself slump against Yoongi's chest as his hands loop around his neck, but he keeps his face hidden in the crook of Yoongi's neck.

Yoongi clears his throat.
"I'm. Not opposed to..." he begins, grasping for words for a moment before continuing. "To getting a present like that. If that is something you want to give, baby."
"It is," Jimin whispers against the skin of Yoongi's neck. "I want it a lot."

Jimin finally pulls back to meet Yoongi's gaze; his cheeks are dusted with pink, his eyes shining, a happy smile curling his lips.
Yoongi reaches out, cupping one blush-heated cheek in his hand and slowly trailing his thumb over Jimin's skin. "Beautiful."
"Ah, daddy," Jimin whines, but one of his hands comes up to press over Yoongi's own and he tilts his head into the touch. "You're teasing me again."

"Never," is all Yoongi has time to reply, before Jimin's lips are on his.

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It's quite unfair, really, the power this one man has over him.

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.
He squeezes them a little, as though grounding himself, before letting go and reaching somewhere behind himself.

"How do you like it, daddy?" he asks, bringing his hand back to reveal a shiny blue square in his hands. "Sloppy, wet, quick?"
Yoongi groans, covering his eyes with one hand - a little overwhelmed with the image presented to him, Jimin's pretty brown eyes wide as he asks how Yoongi likes /getting his dick sucked/.
"Fuck, I don't-" he starts, only to stop when he feels fingers snaking underneath the hem of his hoodie. They're warm as they brush over his stomach before settling onto the button of his jeans. Yoongi's muscles twitch under the touch.
"Anyway you wanna give it to me," he finally manages to choke out, as Jimin guides him into shifting his hips up so he can pull down his jeans.

And underwear, apparently.
Yoongi lets out an undignified little noise when he's suddenly exposed to the cool air of the apartment, and he seriously contemplates simply burying himself under the couch cushions, but then Jimin's speaking again.
"You're so-" Jimin shifts closer, one of his hands squeezing Yoongi's thigh tight. "Fuck. So hot. May I?"

Yoongi barks out a laugh, sharp and short and out of breath. He looks down at Jimin. "What do you think? Go ahead, baby."
Jimin's hand wraps around Yoongi's cock, his touch light as he maps the length of it, slowly coaxing it to full hardness. Yoongi finds himself holding his breath unconsciously, eyes fixed on the look on Jimin's face - sharp and focused and not a little hungry.
All the trapped air comes rushing out when Jimin suddenly looks up at him, and Yoongi can feel his cheeks heating up rapidly.

"Daddy," Jimin grins at him, his hand slowing down, "are you blushing?"

Yoongi blushes even more.
Jimin lets out a quiet titter at that, the cute sound such a contrast with the movement of his hand that it makes Yoongi's head spin.

"Baby," he groans, arousal flaring and hips jumping, trying to chase the feeling.
Jimin gives him a few more pumps, eyes falling to watch his handiwork, before he pulls back. He reaches for the blue square again, quickly ripping the packaging open and pulling out the condom.
"You came prepared, huh?" Yoongi rasps out, already sounding way too fucked out considering how little has actually happened, and Jimin smiles at him.

Yoongi's not sure what finally gets him to gather his wits - probably the fact that Jimin isn't touching him right now - but before he knows it, he's speaking again.

"Did you plan this, baby?"
Jimin bites his lip as he meets Yoongi's gaze, looking a little abashed as he nods quietly.

Yoongi hums. "Did you think about it? Imagine yourself like this, on your knees for your daddy?"
It's Jimin's turn to blush now, his mouth dropping open around a quiet groan. Yoongi reaches out, cupping Jimin's jaw and pressing his thumb over the man's lower lip. He leans over, eye to eye with Jimin, his voice low when he speaks.

"Good boy."
Jimin's hands shake when he goes to put the condom on, so Yoongi takes over, quickly covering his length with it before letting his hands fall to his sides. He shifts a little, sliding down on the couch, his hoodie riding up in the process.

"Go on, baby, I'm all yours."
Jimin shifts forward, resting one hand on Yoongi's hip while the other wraps around the base of his cock.

"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.
Jimin's mouth is sinfully warm.

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.
"Jesus fuck," Yoongi groans, letting his head fall back for a moment, but then Jimin pulls off of him with a low hum, mouthing at the head of his cock.

"Look at me, daddy," the younger man says, waiting until Yoongi does before dipping lower again.
His eyes stay open this time, gaze locked with Yoongi's as he bobs up and down once, twice, before pulling off 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.
So Yoongi does.

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.
He watches as Jimin finally sets up a more even pace, occasionally dipping lower to swallow around Yoongi's length before drawing up to breathe again. Yoongi threads one hand into his hair, grip loose enough to let Jimin have all the control but still there, guiding him gently.
It's when Jimin's dipping lower again, watching him with shiny eyes, his lips red from use, that Yoongi finds his voice again.

"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 mewls, the sound muffled, and Yoongi grunts. "'M gonna come, baby-"

Jimin grips onto his hips, fingers digging into the skin as Yoongi comes with a long, low moan.
Jimin is gentle as he pulls the condom off Yoongi, tying it quickly.

"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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Yoongi can't help but smile when he sees Jimin come back from the bathroom. The man looks ruffled, his hair fluffy from Yoongi's hands and his shirt askew, falling off one shoulder slightly.
Jimin is smiling too, stopping in front of Yoongi for a split second before he's climbing into his lap again. He loops his arms around Yoongi's neck, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Did you like your present?"
Yoongi steals another quick kiss before replying. "Loved it."

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.
Yoongi thinks he could get lost in Jimin’s eyes, spend days mapping out their depths and never get bored of it.

Ugh. Orgasms always turn him into a fucking poet.
Yoongi takes in a deep breath, sobering up a little, and brings his hand to cup Jimin's jaw again.

"Jimin, I-" he begins, but is cut short when the doorbell rings.
Yoongi curses under his breath, his grip on Jimin's waist tightening automatically when the younger man tenses up.

"Who the f-"

The doorbell rings again.
Jimin's eyes are wide as he looks at Yoongi. "Should you... get that?"

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.
"Don't want to," he eventually mumbles, only to flinch when the bell rings a third time, followed by two surprisingly timid knocks. Yoongi sighs into the fabric of Jimin's shirt, finally letting go of him. "I'm gonna take that damn bell out, just watch me."
Jimin snickers, shoulders shaking with it; the sound manages to improve Yoongi's mood a little and he lifts his head up to look at Jimin again.

"I'm sorry, baby. We'll have to continue this another time."
Jimin smiles as he meets Yoongi's gaze. His fingers rub gently at the back of Yoongi's neck as though to soothe him.

"I look forward to it, daddy."
The doorbell rings two more times before Yoongi finally makes it to the door, all but yanking it open as he levels a glare at whoever thought this was a good moment to intrude upon his home.
What follows is a moment of pure chaos.

"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.
"For a moment we thought you'd died," Namjoon quips as he walks past, perfectly content to leave Yoongi to his fate. Yoongi can spot a heavy-looking grocery bag from what little vision he has that isn't taken up by Hoseok's unruly hair and puckered lips.
It's only when Yoongi finally manages to shake is kiss-happy friend off of him that he sees Jungkook. The boy is still standing in the doorway, a stack of pizza boxes in his arms and a quiet smile on his face. He looks almost shy, his eyes scanning the room behind Yoongi.
/Oh./ So that's why his friends are here.

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?"
Jungkook shrugs, averting his gaze. Yoongi thinks he can see a light blush colouring the boy's cheeks and sighs in defeat.

"Alright, you nosy little shits. Come in."

He really is too weak, goddammit.
Yoongi turns to look at Jimin, finding the man hovering somewhat awkwardly by the couch. He's pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt over his palms, fiddling with them - a nervous gesture if he ever had one. Yoongi thinks he can feel a small part of himself melting at the sight.
He hurries over, mind drawing an absolute blank for a moment as he stares, wide-eyed, at Jimin.

"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.
"I noticed, hyung."

"Yeah. Uh." Yoongi takes in a breath, scratching the back of his ear absent-mindedly as he considers the situation. "You wanna meet them?"
"They're literally right there, Yoongi," Jimin whispers, making a face at him. The tops of his cheeks are slowly turning into a pretty pink colour.

"Oh. Yeah."

"Oh, for-" Namjoon cuts in, walking forward.
"Hi, my name is Namjoon. I'm Yoongi's best friend."

"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."
His voice wavers with nerves and Yoongi reaches out to take his hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.

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.
"Ah," Hoseok sighs, glancing between Yoongi and Jimin. "All those things Yoongi said were true, after all."

"Things?" Jimin asks, and Hoseok laughs, leaning in conspiratorially.

"I'll tell you later."
Yoongi rolls his eyes, silently praying that Hoseok won't tell Jimin /everything/ he's ever said about the man.

His face would never be a normal colour again.
Throughout all this, Jungkook has stayed back, hovering behind Namjoon while the others talk. His sudden shyness is painfully obvious in the way he hunches his shoulders and worries his lip between his teeth.

He's still holding the pizza boxes, for god's sake.
"Kook-ah," Yoongi says, his voice pitched low and warm, trying for encouraging. "C'mon, kiddo, say hi."

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.
Once the awkward part is over with, they settle down in the living room. Yoongi settles on the couch, pulling Jimin down next to him. Hoseok's quick to take the Jimin's other side, while Namjoon and Jungkook settle on the floor.
For a while everyone is occupied with trying the different pizzas, comparing their tastes in toppings - Jungkook, who has slowly been warming up to Jimin, finally finds his usual, loud voice again when the two of them join forces to defend pineapple on pizza against the others.
"You're all tasteless fools," Jimin claims, pointing at Namjoon with the end of his pizza slice. "Pineapple is clearly superior!"

"Yeah!" Jungkook joins in, "tasteless hyung! Jimin-hyung knows what’s up!”
”I can’t believe you’re seeing a pineapple lover, hyung,” Namjoon groans. ”How do you two even /work/?”

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.
From the way Namjoon grins sheepishly at him, Yoongi gathers it works.

”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.
”Yeah,” Yoongi agrees. ”We do.”
Once their bellies are full of pizza and soda and the last, flat dregs of champagne, they settle down again. Yoongi feels drowsy, comfortable surrounded by the people he loves. Happy to simply sit back and listen to the conversation.
”You dance?”

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.
”Yeah! I choreograph for a few companies and teach classes in the evenings,” Hoseok says. ”Why, do you dance too?”

”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.”
Jimin sighs, shoulders slumping a little. ”There just wasn’t time.”

”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?”
Jimin pauses. ”I mean, I guess...”

”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.”
Jimin looks at him for a long, quiet moment, before bursting into giggles.

”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!”
”He’s not wrong, actually, Jiminie,” Hoseok offers, shrugging when Jimin turns to him. ”Hyung’s surprisingly good.”


”Tell you what,” Jimin interjects, ”I’ll come to your class. If hyung goes with me.”
”Deal,” Hoseok says immediately, raising his eyebrow at Yoongi in challenge.

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.
Yoongi looks at Jimin, meets his gaze head on, and smiles.

”Anything for you, baby.”

When Yoongi glances over Jimin’s shoulder at Hoseok, his friend is smiling softly back at him.
Jimin's a busy man. Being the son of people with an entire business empire in their hands does that, of course, and running one of the companies on his own even more so.
Yoongi saw his schedule once - it's booked until 2020, for god's sake, with meetings and trips and whatever else a CEO has to do to keep their company running smoothly.
So yes, Yoongi understands that he's busy, has learnt to appreciate every bit of free time Jimin has scheduled into his calendar. Every chance to spend time together.
It doesn't stop him from being a little upset when he learns that Jimin will be leaving for Japan only two days after returning from the trip he's currently on.

Okay, a lot upset.
He tries his best not to show it, hoping the subtle lag of their video call is enough to hide what he can't, because he knows it's not what Jimin wants either.
"Hyungie," Jimin pouts from the screen of Yoongi's laptop, pulling him from his thoughts. "Please don't be upset."

Damn it.

Yoongi sighs, running a hand over his face and slumping into the couch. "I'm sorry, baby. I just..."
He falls silent, staring at the ceiling. Jimin is quiet too; when Yoongi finally lowers his gaze to the screen again he's worrying his lip, a small frown on his face.
Yoongi leans forward, staring at Jimin's eyes for a moment before lifting his gaze to the camera above the screen.

"I just miss you."
Jimin smiles, then, small and sweet as he leans his cheek on his palm. "Me too, hyung. Which is why I think you should come with me."

"With you?" Yoongi asks, confused. "What, to Japan?"

"Yeah! If you don't have anything planned for the week, of course."
Jimin looks at him, his face a little pixelated but clearly hopeful. "I'd have to attend my meetings, of course, so we'd only be able to spend time together in the evenings, but I have a few free days before the last scheduled meeting. We could explore Kyoto together."
Jimin's voice grows quieter as he talks. "It'd be more fun with you."

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.
"I guess... I've got nothing better planned."

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."
Flying in first class turns out to be /great/.

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.
Jimin laughs when Yoongi voices this out loud, settling into his own seat across from Yoongi's with the air of someone already used to all this.

"Go ahead, hyung. I need to work anyway, I won't be much fun."
So Yoongi does. He spends most of the flight asleep, snuggled in his seat with his feet tucked under him and a pillow hugged to his chest. He only wakes up when Jimin jostles him gently, telling him they'll be landing soon and pressing a soft kiss to his nose.
There's a slight bump in the road when it turns out Jimin's luggage has been misplaced and is currently on a plane to Malaysia, but all Jimin does is smile politely at the airport employee and thank him for the information.
"I wanted to spend a little time just hanging out," he sighs to Yoongi when they're finally in a cab to their hotel. "But I guess I have to go shopping instead. I need a suit for tomorrow."
Yoongi hums, reaching over to take Jimin's hand in his. "I'll keep you company, baby. We can chill later."

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-"
Yoongi shakes his head, smiling quietly at the excitement glowing bright on Jimin's face, and he really can't help it; he leans in, free hand coming up to cup the side of Jimin's face, and pulls him into a kiss.
After three hours of shopping, walking from store to store and trying on god knows how many outfits from full suits to leather jackets and the occasional silly hat to make Jimin laugh, Yoongi is absolutely exhausted.
Jimin doesn't seem any better, despite the smile on his face; his eyelids are practically drooping, his head resting on Yoongi's shoulder as they sit in another cab, on their way back to the hotel.
Yoongi's eager to finally get to their room, since they didn't even stop to see it earlier when they left off his luggage.

He's never stayed in a suite before.
"Jimin-ah," he murmurs, nudging Jimin when the car slows down and the driver says something Yoongi doesn't understand. Jimin's head snaps up quickly, eyes blinking rapidly as he reorients himself. "I think we're here."
"Wasn't sleeping," is Jimin's response, making Yoongi snicker quietly.

"Didn't say you were, baby."

Jimin shoots him a playful glare before turning to converse with the driver in fluent Japanese.
Another short conversation - this time with the concierge - later, they're finally in an elevator and headed to the top floor.

"I'd originally reserved one of the smaller rooms," Jimin says, glancing sideways at Yoongi before turning away and - blushing?
"But after you agreed to come... I wanted to give you a nicer experience."

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."
"You always do," Yoongi murmurs, reaching out and brushing his touch over the swell of Jimin's cheek gently. "Even when you think you aren't."

The elevator doors slide open just as Jimin finally meets his eyes.
The suite turns out to be... well. "Nice" doesn't begin to cover it.

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.
Yoongi can't really do much other than gape at it, stunned into silence until he turns to see Jimin watching him with the brightest smile on his face.

"It's great, right?" the man asks, and Yoongi practically melts under his excited gaze.

"It's great, baby."
"They were supposed to bring up your luggage," Jimin continues, heading off towards one of the bedrooms and peeking inside. "Here!"

Yoongi follows after him, taking a look inside and deeming the room just as nice as the rest of the suite.
"Looks good. Should we just stay in this one?"

"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.
"You... you know I didn't bring you here for that, right?"

"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.
"I know that's not why you brought me here. I trust you. And I want you to trust me to tell you if something is not okay. Okay?"

"Okay," Jimin repeats after him, voice quiet and eyes a little glassy.
Yoongi hums, stepping closer and pulling Jimin to him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"I want you to know that when we kiss, when we hold hands, and if we do more than that-
"That's not because of our agreement," Yoongi murmurs into the hair behind Jimin's ear. "It's because /I/ want to share that with /you/."
Jimin stays quiet for a long while, simply letting himself be held as Yoongi runs his hand across his back slowly, soothingly. When he eventually pulls back, Yoongi's relieved to see a small smile on his face.

"Thank you, Yoongi."
Yoongi leans forward, tilting his chin up to press his lips to Jimin's forehead. "Thank you, Jimin."

Jimin snorts, a quiet, soft little sound. "What are you thanking /me/ for?"
Yoongi takes a moment to rake his eyes over Jimin's face, lingering over the tiny freckles on his nose. "For being you, I guess."

Jimin's blush is the prettiest, Yoongi decides, when he can watch it slowly spread across his face.
They decide on ordering room service, neither of them feeling up to going out again after the long day. After dinner, they take turns in the bathtub - Yoongi spends nearly an hour in the thing, letting the slowly cooling water ease off the last of his travel stress.
Jimin is waiting for him when he gets back to the bedroom, already snuggled up under the blankets and facing the doorway. His eyes are closed, and for a moment Yoongi thinks he's already asleep, but the click of the door closing is enough to alert him to Yoongi's presence.
"Hey," Jimin whispers as his eyes flutter open, pulling the blanket up under his chin. He looks beautiful like this, soft and sleepy and a little shy; Yoongi's chest feels warm at the sight.

"I wasn't sure which side you wanted," Jimin says, and Yoongi chuckles as he pulls back the blanket enough to slip under it too. The bedding feels soft against his bare feet and he can't quite help but squirm into the feeling.
"Don't care," he says, voice pitched low in the quiet of the room. "Long as I get to be the little spoon."

Jimin giggles, a sweet sound, and it feels like an accomplishment. "Deal."
The man shifts closer, until their knees bump together, and rests his hand on Yoongi's arm tentatively. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," Yoongi breathes out, a strange thrill of nerves running through him even as he nods. "S'good."
The silence that falls between them is, in a word, strange. It's... comfortable, being with Jimin like this, but at the same time there's a tension there, an undercurrent hidden in the way their gazes lock.

Like they're both waiting for something.
In the end, Jimin is the one that moves first.

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.
The younger man lets out a shaky breath, his own hands grabbing onto Yoongi's shoulder as he shifts closer still.

"What is it, baby?" Yoongi's voice comes out a little rough, low and gravelly, and he can feel Jimin shiver against him.

"Kiss me, please."

As if Yoongi could ever deny him.
"C'mere," he murmurs, gripping Jimin's waist with both hands now as he leans in and presses their lips together.
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The kiss starts off slow. A mere press of skin on skin, light and soft, before growing more insistent; mouths barely brushing together replaced by the drag of teeth over slick skin, by hands that pull each other closer.
Jimin loops his arms around Yoongi's neck, fingers buried in the hair at the back of his head and tugging slightly every time Yoongi goes to pull back for air, already bringing him back in for more.

By the time they finally separate again, they're both a little dizzy.
"Fuck," Yoongi breathes out, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment as he focuses on making his breathing even again. "Love kissing you."

"Mmh," Jimin agrees, pressing in closer to kiss Yoongi's neck.
His kisses are sweet, wet against Yoongi's skin, before his teeth suddenly nip at it instead; Yoongi jumps at the sensation, letting out a quiet sound.

"Like that?" Jimin asks, leaning back to look Yoongi in the eye.
The man grins when Yoongi nods in agreement. "Interesting."

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."
Jimin opens his mouth, to protest probably, but Yoongi presses his finger over his lips to shush him. "Why don't you let daddy take care of you this time, baby?"
The man goes quiet at that, nodding minutely. His eyes are wide, lips still a little squished by Yoongi's finger pressed against them; he looks way too cute to not be kissed silly.

So Yoongi does just that.
This time, it’s Yoongi’s lips that take a path southward, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along Jimin’s neck as he snakes his hands underneath his t-shirt. Jimin’s skin is hot under his touch, breath stuttering when Yoongi runs his hands over his ribs.
The man chokes on his breath when Yoongi’s fingers find his nipples, brushing over them gently, pulling his shirt up with the movement.

”Like that?” Yoongi smirks against Jimin’s skin, waiting for his shaky ’yes’ before dipping lower and swiping his tongue over one of them.
”Fuck,” Jimin chokes out, hands coming up to grip Yoongi’s hair again and pressing him down, silently asking for more.

Yoongi’s never been this turned on in his life.
When Yoongi finally wraps his hand around the man’s length, Jimin throws his head back and /moans/.

”Does that feel good, baby?” Yoongi all but growls, stilling his hand to let Jimin ease into the sensation, but Jimin has other plans.
He cants his hips, fucking into Yoongi’s loose grip, and his voice is throaty, husky when he answers.

”Yes, daddy, so good, please don’t stop-”
Yoongi curses under his breath, finally letting his gaze fall to where his hand is wrapped around Jimin’s hardness; the pink tip of it peeks almost obscenely from his fist. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
”You’ll be the death of me,” Yoongi murmurs, and Jimin lets out a quiet whine, shifting his hips in an effort to gain friction again.

”Okay, baby, okay,” Yoongi hushes him, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.
Yoongi sets up an even rhythm, slow at first, coaxing Jimin into full hardness until he’s letting out little sounds with each stroke, precum coating his tip and making the slide easier.
Yoongi’s so focused on Jimin, on his pleasure, that he doesn’t notice the man’s hand snaking into his pants until it wraps around his length and nearly knocks the breath out of him.
”Baby,” he tries to admonish the man, but it’s hard when Jimin slides his hand up his length so deliciously.

Jimin’s laugh turns into another moan when Yoongi twists his grip just right.
”Wanna-” he begins, pausing to press closer and panting against Yoongi’s shoulder. ”Wanna make you feel good too.”

”You always do, baby,” Yoongi agrees. ”So good for daddy.”
Jimin comes first.

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.
Yoongi lets him enjoy the afterglow, content to just look ar him as he lays there, a goofy little smile on his face.

”Mm,” Jimin eventually hums, eyes flickering open to take in Yoongi’s form.
He must look a little ridiculous, with his shirt askew and his pants pulled down just enough to let his hard cock free; not exactly the epitome of sex appeal. But when Jimin smirks at him, tongue peeking out to wet his lips, he looks almost hungry.
”Want some help with that?”

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.”
Something swoops in Yoongi’s stomach at the words, hot and sudden, and he groans.

”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.
”Come on, daddy,” Jimin says, wrapping his hand around Yoongi again. ”Show me.”

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.
It only takes a dozen or so strokes for Yoongi to be so close he has to grit his teeth to keep from coming. Jimin seems to see that, his smile sweet when he looks down at him.

”C’mon, daddy,” Jimin says, his tone encouraging. ”Come for me.”
”Ah, shit,” Yoongi hisses out, and then Jimin’s kissing him, swallowing Yoongi’s moans as he comes.

When Yoongi opens his eyes again Jimin’s upper body is bare, his t-shirt sacrificed to cleaning the two of them up.
”Good enough,” the man says, tossing the dirtied shirt to the floor and getting off of Yoongi; he doesn’t go far, though, immediately snuggling up against Yoongi’s side.

”I’ll have to get up extra early to shower properly, but I think that was worth it.”
Yoongi chuckles, turning to press his nose into Jimin’s hair and inhaling deeply.

”Yeah. It was.”

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Jimin is a warm, soothing presence against Yoongi’s side, the steady rhythm of his breathing sweeter than any lullaby, and before Yoongi knows it his eyelids are falling shut of their own accord.

They fall asleep like that, cuddled up in each other’s arms.
Yoongi wakes up alone.

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.
A glance towards the other side of the bed tells him Jimin has gotten up already, probably some time ago. It's not a surprise, really, since the man had an early meeting and Yoongi is notorious for sleeping late into the morning,
but that doesn't stop him from pouting, just a little bit.

Yoongi sighs as he sits up, running a hand through his hair. He needs coffee.
He only notices the note when he reaches for his phone and finds a piece of baby blue paper with Jimin's familiar handwriting on it sitting next to it.
'Good morning!
There's breakfast in the kitchen and the coffee machine's loaded.
I hope you slept well, daddy, and dreamed of me ❤️
- Baby
P.S. your bedhead is the cutest~'
Yoongi chuckles under his breath, a wide smile stretching across his face as he picks up his phone.

> morning baby
> or noon, whatever
He does find breakfast, in the form of pancakes, waiting for him when he enters the kitchen five minutes later. They look delicious, big and fluffy, and Yoongi's stomach actually growls at the sight.
He's managed to throw a couple of them in the microwave and get himself a big cup of coffee when his phone finally buzzes with a new message.

> hey sleepyhead
> [image]
> ur cute 💘
Yoongi snorts as he takes in the picture Jimin's sent him. Taken some time this morning, it features Yoongi himself - sleeping with his mouth hanging open, a blanket pulled up under his chin and clutched tightly in his hand, he looks almost childlike.

And totally ridiculous.
> fml

> 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 😘
When Yoongi eventually makes his way to the living room, it's to find another blue note lying on top of an envelope.

'In case you get bored and want to go out, feel free to use this ❤️ And have fun!!
- Baby'
Yoongi flips the unsealed envelope open carefully, his eyebrows shooting up when he sees what's inside.

A credit card.
Yoongi's not really sure how he feels about that.

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?
Yoongi frowns as he slides the envelope closed again, setting it back on the coffee table.
He spends the rest of the day working on his laptop, fine tuning a song that he'll be sending off for review in a few weeks, and only snaps out of it when Jimin comes home late in the evening.
They order room service and eat together on the couch, conversation easy and full of laughter as Jimin tells him about his day, and Yoongi finds that he really missed the man's sweet smile.

And if Jimin notices that the envelope is still there, he doesn't comment on it.
[to be deleted]

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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