> more narration than social media parts
> really awkward moments related to sex (explicit)
> a sort of prequel to this au:
- a feeling of great enthusiasm and eagerness.
- something that arouses enthusiasm and eagerness, an exciting incident.
- sexual arousal.
He's just twenty two, but he feels old. He thinks he’s the only one taking the course as an elective which makes him sink on his seat. He doesn't feel out of place, considering he's already taken three courses from the art faculty.
"Since you're already here, go ahead with the introductions, Yoongi." The teacher turns around and leaves skinny guy in black coat alone.
"Sorry about being late," he mutters but the class is silent enough to catch it. He scratches his neck.
"Hey everyone." His posture is bad, Jimin notices. "I'm Min Yoongi, I'm currently working on my thesis and I'm going to be in charge of the workshop part of this class." He begins to get more confident as he talks, but his posture is still bad.
And then he sees Jimin.
Yoongi looks away-
Yoongi keeps talking, "for the first workshop, don't be late." The teacher scoffs and Yoongi looks at her apologetically and then back to the twenty or something students. "Bring your tracks on a USB, Mrs. Kang will eplain the tasks." He bows
What a weird guy
At some point during the lecture Jimin turns to see him, he catches Yoongi staring at him. Then he’s not.
“Ah since you’re here we can start,” Yoongi notices him after a while.
The TA is standing next to him, eyeing the paper when he asks, "who's the scientist?"
“I’m not a scientist,” Jimin decides to say.
What is this guy saying? “That doesn’t make me a scientist”
Jimin did. All engineering students do. “I did.”
He's finally being looked at. Yoongi nods when his eyes reach Jimin's. “Scientist,” he declares smugly. Jimin splutters.
Ah, right, the story. Their first task is to create a story of one minute with only sounds and no dialogue.
"Please impress me," Yoongi puts his hands together like a prayer. Where's the shy flustered guy from Monday? "I have a fire and an alien abduction from the other turns."
"Oh," Yoongi's eyes widen and his mouth does a perfect "O". Jimin thinks it's funny.
She hands him her phone, and once he gives it back he looks up to find Yoongi looking over at him. It's inmediate how he looks away. Jimin pays it no mind and he moves closer to the rest of the class to discuss.
"We're going to make a softcore porn," one of the guys laughs. Jimin giggles too.
"Well, there's no stock sex sounds in the database," Yoongi interrupts their discussion. "You can look up for them somewhere else"
"I'm not stopping you," Yoongi chuckles. "You're just going to make everyone uncomfortable in the class during the hearing, but suit yourselves." Jimin is aghast, Is he for real? Didn't Hoseok say he was super professional?
Yoongi laughs loudly this time.
"It's just moans," small glasses girl shrugs. Jimin is really worried about these people now. Art students are crazy.
“Right, Jimin-ssi?” Phone girl asks, leaning into him. Jimin doesn’t know if the question is if he’s okay with adding moaning to their story or if he’s had sex before. But they are loooking at him.
Yoongi is looking at him.
Jimin needs to say something, the other kids are waiting. “Yeah,” he shrugs. Not even sure what he’s answering. Phone girl grins at him. Yoongi returns to look at his laptop.
Oh, Jimin just told them he isn’t a virgin. He lied about being a giant virgin.
Phone girl screeches. “It should be small, keep it classy”
They really talking about being classy
Jimin doesn’t notice the rest of students around Yoongi to listen to him explain until the TA is glancing over his shoulder. “Hey, scientist, come over here,” he gestures to his side. Jimin goes.
The rest of the kids complain. Whines of Jimin’s name all around the room.
Yoongi is scribbling on a sheet when he looks up at the noise. He’s frowning, pout on his lips. “Doing what?”
Yoongi chuckles. Little laugh that make his body shake. “The last turn brought slime for the alien sounds, who do you have in mind?”
“Siyeon and Jimin,” is the answer.
“But I’m not doing it,” Jimin says seriously. Arms crossed.
"I don't mind," Siyeon adds. But Jimin minds, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone, and he's not shameless like that.
His voice is commanding even if uninterested, it makes them go silent.
"The other turns are doing it," small glasses girl adds to the protest. Yoongi has a soft smile on his face when he finishes whatever he was doing in the computer.
Behind the computer screens there's a glass wall. When Yoongi turns on the light, the studio can be seen through there
There are whines but the kids agree nonetheless and get out of the room with Yoongi behind them. Jimin waits.
Worse than his voice is Yoongi next to him, leaning over the desk to type, their faces suddenly close. He doesn't need to do that, there's lot of space in the room.
Yoongi presses some buttons in the mixing console and suddenly all the noise from the recording studio can be heard in the room. The kids are laughing and whispering to the microphones
Yoongi turns off the mics right away. It's silent.
Yoongi looks up from the computer, towards the glass wall. He laughs. "Yeah, this isn't like a police drama, they can see us too."
"Only if you keep this pressed." his finger hovers over a yellow button in the mixing console, next to the ones he used to turn on the microphones. Jimin tries to remember.
Jimin is confused
Jimin doesn't think it's attractive that Yoongi knows his stuff.
"We're not even going to use this moans," Jimin complains as the room is filled with laughter and fake moaning.
The moans get louder, it's awkward. "Don't you think it's enough now?"
"Of course," Jimin looks appalled at him.
He sits back. "Sound is cool. They are having fun," Yoongi shrugs. "Sound should be fun."
He blinks. “Twenty two,” he mutters. They are silent, and then Jimin speaks up “You?”
Why did they need that information? It’s just his TA
Jimin scoffs. “Equivalent of my third year and a half, engineering isn’t easy,” he explains.
There’s a particular loud male moan that maken even them giggle. “I wanted to be an engineer,” Yoongi supplies.
Yoongi leans too. The fake whimpering in the background isn’t the best companion but Jimin pays it no mind. “A sound engineer,” he explains
Something possesses Jimin, “ah not a real engineer then,” he teases
“There’s science to it,” Yoongi bites but he doesn’t seem so sure.
Jimin hums over the recording. Yoongi‘s eyes on him
“You can argue that there’s a science to everything, under that logic,” Jimin banters.
Yoongi is going to retort until a voice stops them. “Can we record the steps now?
The tension dissipates
Jimin keeps thinking about the way Yoongi had looked at him when it was the two of them with the fake moans behind. His gaze is intense
Yoongi is talking about the microphones they use in the recording booth, and that this class is to compare recording outdoors and indoors. Jimin isn’t really listening, Yoongi’s voice is hot and his lips are cute. Distracting.
"Do you need me to explain again?" Yoongi asks when Jimin secures the stip on his shoulder, hands holding the small sound recorder
"Yeah," he cringes a little. He should have been paying attention.
Jimin nods slowly. When did he realize Yoongi was so good looking? ...He's usually teasing Jimin or napping on the corner.
They are touching a handy recorder and Jimin is blushing.
Jimin only nods and watches as he goes set up the microphones with Jihoon, porn guy.
Unfortunately when they had one right, they had to change positions, so now Jimin had the microphone. It was already set up so no personal explanation from Yoongi.
And he decides to carry them next to Yoongi. The TA is wearing one of his large coats, and a tie too. Cup of coffee in one hand, he nods at Jimin when he stands next to him, eyes on the equipment though.
"You look cute today," he says. Looks at Jimin up and down. "The make up,"
Jimin jumps back before Yoongi can even touch him. Yoongi moves to a side at the reaction.
“What for?” Yoongi’s eyes widen. His holding his coffee like it will slip.
“Flirting with your student.”
“I’m not flirting,” Yoongi says completely serious. Jimin stares at him for a long moment until the man sighs. “Please don’t report me.”
“What?” Yoongi blushes.
“You’re asking me not to report you, because you’re indeed flirting with me,” Jimin explains.
“Are you flirting with me?” Yoongi asks, he’s squinting his eyes, unsure of what’s going on. Jimin isn’t sure either.
“Yes,” Jimin squeaks before thinking it through
Yoongi’s eyes are on his. “And you want me to stop?”
“No,” Jimin once again speaks out of impulse
“I’m glad you said it!” Jimin amends. Leans forward
“No reports,” Jimin clarifies.
Yoongi smiles, and turns towards the rest of students.
“I already told you I won’t,” Jimin says guilty for his little panic.
“Yes,” Yoongi confirms. “This was very inappropriate.”
Jimin quickly agrees. Even if he’s giddy, still against the rules. “After class?”
“I get out at 8, the café by the entrance?” Jimin nods.
"Ah good," Jimin sighs. He twirls his tea. "I was just asking because if you thought it was then that could earn you a report." Yoongi lets his mouth fall open. "I'm joking!" Jimin amends.
The sincerity makes Jimin blush
Yoongi grabs his coffe right away. "So even if I'd like to, there's no room for..." he turns his head to a side, stretching his neck. "Flirting during workshop" He sips from the cup
"I completely agree" They stare at each other for a long second
"That doesn't—" Yoongi blurts out at the same time. "You go first," he offers Jimin a shy smile when he says
"But, there are some things that are fine, right? I used to go drinking with my other TAs," Jimin confesses. Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "Only with one"
"Oh no! He's my friend!" Jimin is horrified. "Like this right now," he gestures between the two, "only that in a bar."
He gets stared at up and down. "A friend," Yoongi says with a tone Jimin doesn't know how to classify. Ironic?
"Well, I'm not that type of TA," Yoongi decides to say after a while. "You're an student, I grade you, any kind of," he grimaces before adding, "relationship outside of it, would be wrong"
"What I wanted to say before you brought up... your friend," he accentuates the word /friend/.
He blinks. Hoseok really is Jimin's friend, they went for beers after class weekly after midterms. Why is Yoongi being weird about it?
He leans on the table too. Jimin's head rests on his hand. "Well there's not much I can do about my looks," he teases.
"You can stop staring," Jimin bites back.
"I will, but don't make it hard."
Jimin really likes how Yoongi looks down at him. Maybe he shouldn't think about that
“Remember it’s four sound entries,” Yoongi snores before he keeps talking, “voice can be one, guitar, flute, you know, air instruments. And try to look for an original song... Jimin, are you listening?”
“Of course,” he shrugs. Yoongi’s gaze on him is intense, like it’s been since the moans recording.
“Oppa, you’re going to stay there?” Siyeon asks and Jimin notices they are already leaving the studio.
“Oh, I’m so tired, I didn’t even notice it was over,” he forces a smile.
“Thanks,” Jimin mutters before grabbing Yoongi’s cup. He was drinking from it during the class. Jimin scolds himself for thinking it’s an indirect kiss, he’s so dumb sometimes.
Why would he ask that? It’s not like he cares. Jimin nods.
“You don’t look so fine,” Siyeon adds, worry in her voice. Jimin can’t like her back and Yoongi can’t like him back.
“You want to talk about whatever it is that is making you look so tired?” Yoongi fixes his glasses. “You’re worse than last week.”
Yoongi keeps walking behind him. “I’m worried for academic reasons,” the TA lies.
Yoongi is right behind him. “They are the same person,” he snorts loudly.
“I can’t talk to my TA about such personal matters then.” The frustrated groan behind him makes Jimin force his smile down.
“Take care of yourself, you look like you haven’t slept well. Good luck on your midterms.”
He likes the way Yoongi looks down at him. “Thank you”
He looks tired because the man is driving him crazy. But he can’t say that, it’d be unethical.
“You’re a stem major,” the redhead snorts. “Technically you shouldn’t be here, but I’m doing a favour for my fellow college.”
Jimin pulls Hoseok’s shirt to drag close. “Did he say something to you?”
“Ask him youself,”
Jungkook’s face scrunches. “You’re nasty. It’s a mix, of something,” he says after taking a sip and then making another ugly face. He’s too expressive sometimes.
“It’s blue...” Jimin points.
It’s true. Jimin takes the glass and gulps. It’s alcohol for sure, which alcohol Jimin can’t tell. He follows Jungkook inside with the drink on his hands.
they don’t know anyone at this party, only Yoongi and Jungkook doesn’t know him unless... Jimin looks up and sees the tall guy wave
“Right there,” Yoongi suggests and Jimin looks up at him. His usually pale cheeks are red from drinking.
“Can I get my beer back?” Yoongi asks when they become silent.
“What are you guys doing here? Hoseok?” Namjoon tries to chat.
“You think?” Yoongi asks right before drinking more.
Yoongi licks his lips, they probably taste like beer. He turns towards Namjoon, “he’s a scientist, you know? really smart boy.”
Yoongi turns towards Jimin again and laughs. “What are you doing with that, Min?”
Both Jimin and Jungkook freeze at the nickname.
“It has like five different drinks inside,” Namjoon gasps.
Yoongi snorts. “Maybe we just hate the story behind it, Joon.”
Yoongi seems eager to tell the story,
Jimin has never seen him so carefree.
Jimin thought Yoongi was passionate about music, he maybe also is passionate over little stuff like this. “N-no,” he admits.
“You should have one when the semester is over.”
“For almost a year, we had to drink that every weekend and pretend it was sangria, because Hoseok was so in love he couldn’t tell her that shit is anything but it”
Oh no, he likes Yoongi
“Well I think it’s not that bad,” Jimin teases. He drinks the rest of the glass in one go
Yoongi’s mouth falls open
Jimin’s stomach burns “Why would I do that on purpose?”
“Because I told you how much I hated it.”
“You hate me, that’s why,” Yoongi accuses with a pout. It’s silly, and it makes Jimin happy. He hears Namjoon joking to Jungkook about them being back in high school, but no one flirted with Jimin during high school, so he wouldn’t know.
Yoongi is quiet for a second. “Thought you weren’t coming”
“I told Hoseok it was going to be a shitty week without seeing you in class,” he chuckles when he talks. Jimin’s dizzy, because of the blue drink and maybe Yoongi. “I joked about you coming to his place tonight. Didn’t thought, he would actually tell you,” he confesses.
Jungkook is wide eyed. “He’s from your music class?” Jimin nods, still processing Yoongi’s words. “Are you seventeen years old?” Jungkook gapes.
Wait, maybe Yoongi likes him too.
The elder smirks, he looks relaxed. “Yeah, I know the perfect place. It’s a date?”
For the first time he’s not wearing formal clothing to class but black sweatpants and a oversized plaid shirt. He has a blue beanie and is hiding behind a mask, it’s cute. But the comfy clothes are because he’s getting sick and that makes Jimin worry.
“The trick is to have one microphone pointing at the guitar and other inside,” he says softly
When they leave the booth, everyone is nervous.
Yoongi groans loudly from his corner. “Who is missing?”
“The singer,” Go Won mutters after a long silence. Yoongi sighs, they are in trouble.
“That’s what I’m trying,” Jihoon says under his breath, clearly annoyed at the fact that the singer he looked for didn’t make it.
“You have to record,” Yoongi looks at his watch. It’s a big watch. “In twenty.”
“I’ll give you ten more minutes, but the more you wait the less time you have to do retakes,” Yoongi says with a serious tone. Now he’s pissed because of the assignment.
“Just record an acoustic version,” Yoongi proposes, defeated. “You’ll have one less sound entry, though. Less grade”
Yoongi nods. “The task requires four sound entries, with no voice you have three”
There’s no way he is not getting a good grade, it’s an elective. “One of us has to sing,” Jimin decides
Jimin turns to see the rest but they don’t meet his eyes. “Come on guys, you’re studying music, right? You know how to sing...”
“I’ll do terrible,” Go Won says nervous. Jihoon and Siyeon complain under their breath
“Okay, I’ll do it”
Yoongi snorts. “Come here, scientist. I’m setting up your microphone. Jihoon, come to the booth too, lets explain the situation to the musicians.”
“Are you too sick?” Jimin asks while Yoongi untangles a cable. “You should get some water. Coffee won’t help.”
It makes Yoongi chuckle. “I’ll get you water, for the retakes.”
“Yeah, I offered,” Jimin tries to soothe him. “I’m not that embarrassed of my voice”
“Nice,” Yoongi weakly smiles. “Can’t wait to hear”
“Jimin hyung,” Jihoon calls out for him. “Can you tell us what songs you’re comfortable singing, maybe they know how to play one you know the lyrics from.”
Jimin isn’t embarrassed of his voice, but he is of the song. Flaming red ashamed.
Yoongi’s voice sounds loud on his ear, around him. He looks up to the glass wall and finds the TA talking to the mic on the studio. “I think we should start with the guitar, and use that as guide.” All of them hear
“Is he your boyfriend?” A female voice suddenly asks. Jimin turns around to find the pretty girl on the drums grinning at him. She has short hair and her headphones around her neck.
“The TA,” she explains, gesturing to the studio. Jimin doesn’t turn to see, he knows he’s blushing.
“No,” he shakes his hands. “Not at all,” he cringes.
She laughs airily. “He looks at you like your his boyfriend.”
Oh god, Jimin is going to combust.
She looks at her nails. They are purple, Jimin likes them. “So, you’re single?”
Someone clears their throat on their ears. Ah, it’s the headphones. “We’re starting with the guitar,” Yoongi speaks to the mic.
Jimin remembers... Yoongi left the mics on last time.
Next they do the drums, Yoongi says it will help Jimin to have all the instruments as guide.
Jimin nods. Holding onto the water of bottle Guanlin handed him some minutes ago.
"I know the original song goes high but you don't have to do the same just..." Yoongi seems conflicted "Try whatever"
Jam Jam is an awfully sexual song, without actually being sexual, but Jimin is a virgin and he knows, it's about sex.
When he finishes, Siyeon is actually the one to grab the mic. "Jimin oppa! Your voice is so pretty," she says enthusiastically. Jimin smiles, thankful.
He's serious. Jimin bites his lip.
He sings again. Yoongi tells him to go higher at the opening. He sings again. Yoongi asks him to go lower in the pre chorus. He sings again. Yoongi asks him to slur his words. He sings again and again. Yoongi never tells him he did good.
"What's the intention?" Jimin demands to know. He's trying his best and it's not enough for Yoongi
Jihoon takes the mic. "More sexy," he chuckles
He looks at Yoongi when he sings.
"You got the intention right," Yoongi says lowly. Jimin feels it all over his skin. "Can you do one of the whole song with that intention?"
Jimin nods. Yoongi clenches his jaw.
He managed sexy.
“You did really good Jimin,” Yoongi says after a while. “It was good.”
Jimin can’t help but look up at him from where he stands below him and smile. He feels content.
"Hey," he greets once he stands close to Jimin. He shuffles from one feet to the other, it's cute. "What a coincidence finding you here, waiting for someone?"
They walk side by side to the nursery. The campus is big, it's around ten minutes to get there. Jimin takes the long route so it can be a little longer. "Why did you force me to leave the studio? It was warm inside there"
Yoongi scrunches his nose is distaste. How cute
Jimin opens his mouth to offer himself for the cuddles but Yoongi gives him a silent glare, probably knowing what Jimin is about to say and stopping him before he can.
"Too much ice on my drinks" Yoongi says between a pout. His nose is red, Jimin notices. "Woke up on monday feeling like shit"
Yoongi shakes his head. "I was drinking since thursday, I had already drank before seeing you on Friday, and then I kept it up on saturday and sunday, and now I'm regretting my life choices."
"You drink a lot."
Jimin feels happy. Yoongi is (maybe) a recent friend but he can't help but feel ecstatic about the news. "Wait! That's amazing!" Jimin stops walking to smile brightly, Yoongi stares at him.
Yoongi looks flustered. He rubs his neck. "It's nothing, I got it approved for the presentation and I still have to wait six months for that," he mutters.
"We should celebrate!" Jimin exclaims when he starts walking again
"We can celebrate when the semester ends" Yoongi smiles to him. Jimin can still feel his hand on his body even if it's not there anymore
Yoongi makes him coo but then makes him feel hot and bothered, Jimin doesn't get it.
Did Jimin just agree to have sex with him? Did Yoongi even meant sex with celebrating together? Maybe Jimin was reading too much into his words. Maybe he was just paranoid.
"I can walk with you back to the faculty," Jimin says, like testing the waters. Yoongi nods. They don't really talk, Jimin is still thinking about the hand on his waist.
"Mmh?" Jimin turns to see him but his gaze is on the sidewalk not on Jimin. He's blushing.
"When you texted me about waiting outside, I was about to text you too," he confesses.
"Oh," Jimin feels giddy. "What about?"
"God, sorry," he cringes. "I got into it? Kind of knew you could do better so I wanted to get a perfect one"
"You got a perfect one?"
"Hard not to with your voice"
"Do you want more compliments?" Yoongi chuckles. But before Jimin can argue back, Yoongi is talking. "Yeah, your voice is really nice. It's my taste."
"I'm just being honest," Yoongi shrughs, like it wasn't a big deal
"See you next week in class." Yoongi has a pretty smile, it's gentle.
He turns. "Yeah, they might not make it. Maybe if you get out of the studio during that time..."
"It would be a coincidence."
Yes, Jimin is listening to it. It's the track of adlibs and it's loud on the speakers, and it's everywhere on the studio. He's blushing.
Yoongi is being awfully professional about this.
"It's funny, oppa!" Go Won gives him a sweet smile and Jimin can't get mad at them. They are young and loud... but perverted.
Yoongi chuckles at that. "Don't do that, we don't want Jimin's sounds on loop all over the studio." Jimin is offended, sure he doesn't want that but why Yoongi doesn't want it?
The boys laugh.
"Mmh, I'd choose this one instead." Yoongi's voice is right next to him. Jimin tenses, just realizing he got in the middle of the boy and the TA
Yoongi points at a different part of the track. "You don't have to use that option to cut, just use command and k on the keyboard." Why does he have to be so close? And he's watching Jimin's every move.
Jimin listens to the adlib he cut. It's a pitchy mewl.
Yoongi looks down at him, and doesn't reply. Only glares, he won't answer.
Jimin whips his head to him, mouth open. Taken aback. He lets out a choked laugh.
Yioongi shakes his head "That's the musical explanaition, you sounded hot, I wanted the final mix to have that one particular sound" he says seriously. Jimin laughs
"I'm a musician, it was a professional choice," he deadpans. It's silence and then he smiles widely at Jimin, showing his gums
"I had to protect my reputation in front of the students, can't be acting like a horny teenager in front of horny teenagers and you," Yoongi's tone is always serious. It's really funny.
"So you were acting like a horny teenager?" Jimin giggles.
Oh God. Jimin knows what he's referring to. What should he say?
Jimin should tell him. But how does he do it? He won't like it
Judging by Yoongi’s reaction he shouldn’t have. He looks surprised. “You want to talk about that? Now?” He winces a little.
“Oh, maybe we shouldn’t, right?” Jimin regrets ever talking. He’s so dumb, that was very virgin of him
So, they’ve been talking about sex... Jimin wasn’t so dense.
“It’s just a funny get to know each other question,”
Oh, Yoongi has done all of that. Jimin tries to be cool. “Which one do you consider your first time?” He doesn’t look at Yoongi
“Ah, is that a relative scientist thing?”
“first blowjob, then. That’s the first time I had sex, like... I used to think it wasn’t real sex, but it obviously is?”
“It was on my fifteenth birthday”
“Wasn’t it awkward?” Jimin wonders.
Yoongi scoffs. “Was your first blowjob awkward?”
He’s so sure of himself, it overwhelms Jimin. “Not really,” he lies
He’s so calm about it, makes Jimin confused. “Nothing special?”
“Not at all,” Yoongi shrugs.
“And... fucking a girl?”
“No,” Jimin is honest. Yoongi hums.
“I was... sixteen? girl from my class, hooked up like four times.” Yoongi is laughing again, shoulders shaking. “We had a science fair thingy, she’d blow me while I worked on it, even though she was smarter.”
Jimin is blushing at Yoongi fucking someone on a table.
Yoongi shakes his head. “Never been with a virgin”. Jimin’s mouth opens, that’s not good news. He’s definitely going to be put off by Jimin’s virginity. “It was awkward cause her grandma was upstairs”
“I’ve been told,” he smirks. Stops walking because they aren’t really walking anywhere. “Had to be quiet or we’d get caught.”
“Like us,” Jimin blurts.
It makes Yoongi laugh loudly. “You’re right, Min.”
“My first time with a man?” Yoongi takes a step closer. Jimin needs to tell him but Yoongi is so experienced, he won’t want to be with a virgin like Jimin, there are responsibilities. “It was on my first year, it’s difficult to find gay guys on school, right?”
“So, the first chance I got, I went home with this bug dude that was checking me out on that bar across the street, Venom, you know it?”
Jimin knows it. They don’t ask for ID.
“And we had sex,” he says calmly
Yoongi nods, lips puckered. He’s actually unfazed, unlike Jimin.
“He- umh, who fucked who?” Jimin asks nervously. It makes Yoongi laugh.
“Are you curious, scientist?”
"He fucked me," Yoongi answers with a shrugh. Jimin breathes out. "Huge dude, don't recommend it."
Jimin laughs. But then worries, "was it bad?"
"I don't mind either," Yoongi admits. "I like topping bigger guys," he says with a gummy smile. Shouldn't be cute
"What about you?" Yoongi asks
Yoongi smirks. "If you want to tell me, I'd like to know... but I was talking about your first time."
Jimin is pale. He knows he is. Color drained out of his face. "I-" he doesn't want Yoongi to stop flirting, to freak out
"Huh?" Jimin winces
"You're making an ugly expression, did he treat your right?" Yoongi worries.
Jimin's expression is because of his lie, but he tries to use his only sexual experience as reference. "Not really"
Jimin sighs. Maybe Yoongi would treat him right, but he lied.
Yoongi's gaze softens. "Yeah, very important information"
It makes him giggle. "I'm not sure," based on his masturbation references, but Yoongi can't know that. "I think bottom"
"Hyung!" Jimin has to circle him to get to be face to face again. "But I'm smaller than you, is that okay?" he wonders
Yoongi laughs incredulously. "If I could touch you right now, I'd put you in your place for being such a tease."
Jimin's breath catches. He feels warm. "2 months."
"And one week," Yoongi corrects.
Jimin moves in his bed, glad Taehyung isn't home, because otherwise he'd feel really dirty. He already feels dirty but that would made it worse.
"You're going to show me?" Yoongi asks since Jimin has only been breathing to the phone. His voice is low.
Yoongi chuckles. "Sometimes I think that when the kids leave, I'd ask you to stay. You'd agree, wouldn't you?"
Jimin nods. After a second, he notices Yoongi can't see him, and mutters a small "I would."
Jimin is feeling hot. He's feeling really hot, he has to squeeze his legs. "I would, hyung."
Jimin lets out a sound he doesn't recognize. He hears rustling from Yoongi's side. "Yes, hyung, I'd let you."
"Would you stay there? with my cock on your mouth?"
If Yoongi knew, he wouldn't say this to Jimin. "Hyung," he whines.
Yoongi pants to the phone instead, because he doesn't know.
There's a dry chuckle. "Not yet, haven't heard what you want..." Yoongi's voice is so deep, Jimin starts pulling his sweatpants down
What does Jimin want apart from all of Yoongi
Jimin doesn't think he can sound sexy like Yoongi does. Yoongi must have done this before, unlike Jimin and he doesn't even know what is supposed to feel good or not because he's never done anything. "I want you to be here."
Jimin has his sweatpants around his ankles, he pushes them away and waits. "Hyung, I want you to undress me," Jimin whispers honest.
"I would, Min." He's back. "Want to see all of you..."
"What would I see? What are you doing?"
"But it'd be better if it were you," Jimin says honestly. He's had a boyfriend before, he knows when someone else touches you is better than when you do it. He thinks about the day he danced with Yoongi
"I can't wait to touch you," Yoongi breathes out. "If I could I'd go right now to wherever you are, just so I can see you, and hear you," he moans. Yoongi must be touching himself too.
Until Yoongi's voice quivers. "This is wrong"
"Fuck, Jimin. This is going to make it worse," Yoongi breathes heavily. Jimin hasn't stopped touching himself.
"Make what worse?" It seems Yoongi hasn't stopped either, judging by the wet slide.
"On wednesday, when I'll see you, I won't be able to control myself."
Jimin plops down on his bed. His hand is sticky, his phone is on speaker next to him. "I want to."
"And I want to too, but we said... fucking hell,"
"Jimin, it is! I was thinking with the wrong head." He moves around in the bed, defeated, but Yoongi's lame joke make him giggle. "I should be trying to keep my distance but I can't. And this is only making it worse."
Jimin laughs. “I was on my stomach, on my bed, one hand inside my boxers and the other gripping the sheets.”
“Fuck, thanks for the imagery, Min.”
It makes Yoongi laugh. “You’re too much.”
Jimin doesn’t really know what he does, but he’s glad it has an effect on Yoongi. He’s kind of relieved, he didn’t want his first sexual experience to be a phone call.
Even if his dick is begging for attention
“The semester will be over soon, but I’ll have to ignore you for real now,” Yoongi confesses. “I don’t trust myself.”
Jimin doesn’t like that. At all
“Now I should really hang up,” Yoongi whines. “Think of me,” he says between laughter.
“Don’t say stuff like that,” Jimin complains.
“I’ll think about you,” Yoongi supplies. And then hangs up. Jimin quickly goes to his bathroom. He does think of Yoongi.
The task was to reconstruct all the sound of a scene from Oldboy. From dialogues to effects and music. It was tiring, and Jimin only watched as Guanlin edited.
Jimin’s phone was just on his pocket, ready to text Yoongi and send one of the pictures he had taken. Should he chat with him first? Or just drop it?
Him and Taehyung had debated about it. Jimin was ready to take a picture that showed it all. Taehyung was scared of the consequences and dangerousness of taking nudes. Them ending up on the cloud for anyone to hack later on. So Jimin tamed it down.
He had been jerking off when he took them. Close to his lower face, biting his lower lip, a hint of nudity, the bed a mess. Jimin is quite proud of them considering he’d never done something like that.
Jimin felt hot. And he wanted Yoongi to see them and tell him, that yes, he looked hot, that he drives the elder crazy.
His hand was fumbling with his phone, not daring unlocking it. There was gunfire effects on loop coming through the speakers.
He unlocked his phone. There was one he took when he finished. He had his shirt messily buttoned up again, covering his soft dick...
It’s not exactly a nude, but there’s enough skin to be provocative. Jimin’s face can’t be seen.
He’ll have to find out. Yoongi’s chat isn’t so down below in Jimin’s messages.
He looks up at his classmates, they are either on their phone or working on the mix. He looks at Yoongi, typing on his laptop. He opens Yoongi’s chat.
The wait until Yoongi’s phone buzzes is nerve wracking, especially when the sound around him is still his classmates adding reverb to gunfire. It echoes everywhere.
He didn’t like it, Jimin thinks. He sinks on his seat. Regretful of his needy actions.
For once, he’s not slumping when he dtands up. Is he upset at Jimin?
Siyeon whines that she knew. Jimin stares at the door
“Get out here.”
As soon as he closed the door of the studio. There’s a hand on his wrist and he’s following Yoongi. It’s like one of those scenarios Yoongi talked about during their phone call. Especially when Jimin’s back hits the wall of a bathroom stall.
“Hyung,” Jimin breathes out after a second of Yoongi not moving, eyes on Jimin’s lips. He tentatively lifts his hands to Yoongi’s chest
Jimin tries to take his hands away from Yoongi’s chest but he presses his body closer to Jimin’s, not allowing it.
“That’s not what I meant”
“Do what?” Jimin asks, play innocent because he knows what Yoongi is talking about
“Mmh,” Jimin squirms a little, until Yoongi’s leg is properly between his. “Yeah...”
“I could tell,” Yoongi whispers. He’s so close, Jimin wants him to clear the distance.
“How?” Jimin asks, hands gripping his black shirt.
Jimin had finished touching himself when he took the picture.
“It’s hot,” Yoongi reminds him after Jimin’s silence. “It’s really fucking hot. Did you fuck yourself with it?”
“Did you think about me?” Yoongi wonders. He’s close to Jimin’s neck, why isn’t he kissing it?
Jimin nods again. Since the phone call, he only thinks about him.
“Is that what you want for the second date?” Yoongi chuckles
“You said you were going to tell me during class what you wanted for our second date...” Yoongi moves away from Jimin’s neck and he is smirking “Want me to fuck you?” Jimin lets a out a choked moan. It fuels Yoongi “Or I could use that toy on you? You’d like that, Jimin?”
It makes Yoongi laugh. “Whatever you want... Whatever you’ll let me do to you,” Yoongi mutters as his hands move lower from Jimin’s hips to his bum
“Hyung,” he whines. Rolls his hips faster
Jimin doesn’t answer. He rubs harder on Yoongi, all shame left somewhere outside the stall.
They really are in a bathroom, in the faculty, and no one has ever touched Jimin higher than where Yoongi’s hand rests. No one but him alone. And Yoongi doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. He’s looking at Jimin.
“Mmh?” Yoongi is tucking his dick. He’s hard and has a hand inside his boxers placing it up, for it to not poke. Jimin looks away before he sees anything.
Yoongi wouldn’t be as comfortable if he knew.
Yoongi laughs. “To keep me sane these weeks?” he jokes. Yoongi takes a step towards Jimin. “But don’t seen them during class, brat.”
Jimin beams at him
Ah. What has Jimin gotten himself into.
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He’s on Jimin’s bed face timing Jungkook. Jimin waves at him. The boy has headphones around his neck meaning he stopped a game to talk to Taehyung. Ridiculous.
“Wait four months?” Jungkook asks.
There was Jimin’s sweater, he pulls it out. “It’s more than that!”
Yoongi wouldn’t make a big deal.
“Like Jimin’s TA, he knows Jimin is a virgin and still waited for him.” Jungkook doesn’t know the full story.
He doesn’t know how to say the truth to Yoongi, who is so eager to touch Jimin in /that/ way...
“You’re only saying that because I have money,” Jungkook accuses. It makes Taehyung gasp in indignation and Jimin laugh loudly
“Bye dumbass,” Taehyung says quickly, makes kissy sounds to the phone and hangs as soon as Jungkook starts complaining.
“No! get back here!” Jimin tries catching Taehyung before he runs to the hallway.
“You’re not wearing pants! Do you want TA to see that?” Jimin stops and takes a step back.
“Maybe!” he shouts to the hallway.
“Not on the first date!”
“Wow, you’re not that tall!” Jimin wants to make his best friend disappear.
“You’re unnecessarily tall,” Yoongi bites back. Jimin wants them to disappear.
It makes Jimin blush and Yoongi chuckle, from what he can hear. “You’re not Jungkook...” Yoongi observes.
“Eugh no! I have a sense of fashion,”
“You’re Jimin’s best best fiend?”
“That one,” Taehyung hums. It’s silent. Jimin remembers that Yoongi likes big guys better and starts panicking a little, would he like Taehyung better than Jimin? He pulls the pants up.
Jimin can see the fabric of his boxers rugged through the pants. He has to wear tighter briefs. And hurry up.
“What things?” Yoongi wonders
Jimin finds out pulling them out almost as hard as putting them on.
“That’s what I’m planning on doing,” Yoongi says unamused. Okay, briefs on, bye boxers.
“Everyone has different timing for everything, so don’t rush him,” Taehyung adds defensively.
“Okay,” Yoongi says. Jimin finally gets inside the pants. What did Yoongi understand from Taehyung’s words?
“He’s really romantic too,” Taehyung starts again. Jimin runs out of his toom.
“Hi Jiminie,” Yoongi says after noticing he was staring. He turns to Taehyung and nods. “Nice meeting you”
“Bring him before midnight.”
“I can’t promise anything,” Yoongi jokes. Jimin pushes him out of the apartment.
Yoongi is laughing. “Don’t get so mad! It’s cute that he was so worried.” Jimin rolls his eyes. “You really haven’t been on a date in two years?”
It makes him stop walking. “A little more than two years”
It makes Jimin feel hot. “Stuff,” he replies. The answer would involve the fact that he’s a virgin and Yoongi doesn’t know that.
However, Yoongi frowns. His gaze softens in a moment though.
“Ohhh, what a responsible man.”
“Huh, does it give me extra points on my date abilities?” Yoongi is always joking with a serious tone.
Jimin plays along. “It does...” he answers truthfully.
He grabs Jimin’s hand once they are on the first floor. It’s forward and Jimin wasn’t expecting it but he doesn’t want Yoongi to let go
“It’s close-by, we could actually walk there,” he says. Jimin agrees
But it's a really pretty bar. There are fabric strips of many colors hanging from the roof and everything is made out of wood. There are masks on the tables and it's loud. The music isn't in korean though, and Jimin doesn't recognize the language.
"Are they wearing masks?" Jimin asks in awe. Three of the bartenders are and it's quite cool. "They are demons? Bright colored demons."
"I think it's because of a dance or some latino ritual, I'm not sure," Yoongi explains.
Yoongi squints his eyes, trying to remember. "Chinga something... it's in spanish. I can't pronounce it." Jimin nods. That explains why he doesn't understand what some people are talking. "The best sangria ever." Jimin only nods, smile on his lips.
The jar on the table startles him
Yoongi sits next to him "Sangria and... latino cheese fingers? You have to dip them in the green sauce"
"That looks like wasabi," Jimin cringes
"It's avocado," Yoongi explains
Yoongi shrughs. "That's why I get paid, to waste my money on expensive latinos sauces to impress you."
It makes Jimin laugh. He eats the actually not cheese fingers while Yoongi talks. He likes the sauce better.
"I asked about the masks"
"It's some traditional dance that represents bad and evil, people dress up as demons and they get saved, there's the Devil, he wears that mask." Jimin nods at the explanation. He sips from his drink
Unlike the other masks, it's just a silver crown. Not as breathtaking as the masks, more simple.
He drinks. "It's wine?" he asks.
"It's sweet," Jimin points out.
"I like sweet things," Yoongi pouts.
"No, you don't! You never asked for sugar with your coffee, and when you let me drink it, it was always so sour." Jimin srunches his face to make his point across.
Jimin squints his eyes. "I don't believe you."
Yoongi smiles brightly, his cheeks are red from the alcohol. "Really? I've made it pretty clear."
"I was going to say... I like you and you're sweet but that's really cheesy, isn't it?" Yoongi is showing his gums, chuckling, even his neck is red.
Jimin looks at him for a second and then breaks out laughing. His body flops over, forehead against Yoongi's shoulder
"Sorry," Jimin giggles in Yoongi's neck. "I'm kind of oblivious about these kind of stuff."
"I noticed," Yoongi's shoulders shake a little.
"Min," Yoongi says low, but loud enough to be heard over the music
"Hey, look at me," Yoongi asks, pout clear on his lips. It's cute
Jimin looks up but all he sees is Yoongi's jaw, he pokes at the skin to tease the elder when he feels a hand circling around hi waist. Jimin moves back, not much since the hand stops him
Jimin's breathtaking too.
"We should dance," he says and stands up. Yoongi follows him.
“Some people are,” Jimin gestures towards a couple of drunk people jumping around. Yoongi rolls his eyes
“I’m not drunk enough to dance,” he tries again. This time Jimin stops walking, they bump each other
Yoongi’s smile rapidly grows. He does the same. Glasses forgotten in a corner, Jimin drags Yoongi closer to the drunk people.
Jimin gets his arms around his neck.
He squints his eyes, trying to hear better somehow. The man singing isn’t really rapping, he slurs his words in a deep voice. “‘M not sure... I think he has a song with Drake...”
Yoongi smiles too, drowsy grin. “Yeah, yeah.” The drunk people next to them are jumping up and down
“I don’t know?” People know the lyrics and they are dancing, it’s a good song, Jimin gets back to it soon. “He’s a good rapper,” Yoongi admits.
The faster the song gets people shout louder, and then the singer with the deep voice is back.
the song is clearly about to end, the rapper slurring some names, Jimin stops jumping to take a deep breath, smile still wide on his face, hair starting to stick to his forehead. He looks up to find Yoongi staring at him, flushed all over, panting.
Jimin knows it. The other song starts playing, a calm tune, but they aren’t moving. Yoongi is looking at him, breathing starting to steady, and he’s going to kiss him. Jimin waits for him, because he wants to, he wants to kiss Yoongi back once he does it.
He wants to kiss Yoongi, how much longer is he going to wait? Just come closer, he wants to scream at him. But Yoongi is slowly dancing too.
Jimin doesn’t answer, he slides his lips with Yoongi’s
“You like that?” Yoongi asks, tongue flicking near his jaw
It was a long semester
Hard already only from Yoongi kissing his neck and Yoongi knows because they are rubbing on each other, he feels it. “How cute,” Yoongi teases before biting Jimin’s lower lip. Jimin only whines, and kisses him back. Licks all he can lick, touches all he can touch.
He hopes the driver doesn’t throw them out because Yoongi is not detaching himself from Jimin anytime soon. He presses his knee against Jimin’s hard on.
“Drive until the bridge, then I’ll tell you,” Yoongi says politely and not at all like the voice he used when he dragged Jimin out of the bar, saying what he was going to do
No need to hold back, huh.
Jimin surges to kiss him, deep, wet, needy.
Yoongi lets out a dry chuckle. “You fucking brat.” He squeezes Jimin’s ass. “We’ve waited a long time, haven’t we?”
—Oh, Yoongi, you’ll have to wait longer— Jimin thinks. Guilt visible on his gaze.
“It’s fine,” Yoongi leaves a peck on his forehead. Like last time, gentle. Sweet like the sangria.
Jimin nods. Deep affection for his best friend runs through him.
“Just,” Yoongi flops down on Jimin, like his body weights him too much. “Send me another picture, those sexy ones”
“What are you going to do with those pictures?” Jimin whispers, feigning an innocent tone.
Yoongi drags Jimin’s hand to his crotch, where he’s hard. Jimin gasps, that’s Yoongi’s dick, under his palm. “Fix that,” he says.
“Two pictures,” Yoongi gestures number two with his fingers. “Fucking tease,” he chuckles.
Jimin leans over to kiss him dry on the lips. “I like you too, hyung. You get three for such a good date.” It makes Yoongi giggle.
Jimin shakes his head. Hands going up to his neck. “We only kissed”
His best friend hums. “His spit is going to be in your mouth for six months”
He climbs the bed, his chest to Taehyung’s back. “You know that’s really intimate?” Taehyung says when Jimin wraps his arms around him
“Leaving your spit on someone’s elses mouth for so long,” Taehyung explains without turning to see Jimin.
Taehyung hums. “It’s intimate, you’re going to stay with them and them within you, right?”
Jimin nods against his back
When Jimin closes his eyes, he dreams of a silver crown and thousands devil masks, of long pale fingers and pink pouty lips, he dreams of Min Yoongi.
“This is so tasty hyung!” Jimin hums, after licking the sauce of his lips. “You’re such a good cook!”
Yoongi is smiling when he cuts more meat for him.
“You helped,” Yoongi chuckles. He’s embarrassed, not looking at Jimin.
“Only chopping vegetables,” he deadpans. “You did the rest, and it’s so good~”
Jimin is full, but he jumps on his seat nonetheless, it makes Yoongi look at him with pure adoration, it’s embarrassing for him. “Mmh you made it too?”
Yoongi picks up the dishes. “I baked it?”
“Baked it?? You bake?” Jimin whines
Yoongi breaks a little piece and brigs it to his mouth. “To keep you fed?”
He nods, biting from his slice again. “You’re going to be my professional chef.” Yoongi laughs at that.
“Kisses?” Jimin says while biting the rest on his hand, he doesn’t catch Yoongi’s reaction. But when he looks up Yoongi is smiling. It makes him feel warm all over.
“Can we start the deal now?” Yoongi jokes, and it’s cute. It’s really sweet inside Yoongi’s small apartment. They stare at each other a little too long.
“What are we watching?” Jimin breaks the moment, it was too much for him. He searches for the TV.
Red flags, Jungkook had said
“Oh sure,” Jimin quickly says. He stands up to help him clean up the small glass table.
Jimin smiles at the small plants on the border of the window.
Jimin turns around, Yoongi is looking at him. He climbs on top of the bed and crawls towards Yoongi. “Let me see your list.”
Yoongi hides the laptop. “Trying to find out what kind of person I am by my netflix history?”
“I already know what kind of person you are.”
Jimin’s fingers curl around the laptop. “You-“ He leans over, getting a little on top of Yoongi during it. “nice.”
He steals the laptop but doesn’t move because Yoongi is holding him
Yoongi shrugs. “It’s fun. Empowering...”
Jimin falls forward when he laughs but Yoongi’s hold on him doesn’t let him go away. He nuzzles Jimin’s neck when he stays stills again. “Taehyung loves it.”
“Tahyung has taste,” Yoongi decides.
Yoongi shakes his head, lips hovering Jimin’s skin. “I liked Train to Busan, I hate horror, can’t watch it.” He pouts. “Hoseok loves torturing himself watching them and drags me”
“Horror it is, then,” Jimin laughs
“We shouldn’t have put on a foreign movie,” Yoongi yawns. They are starting to lay on the bed, because Yoongi can’t stay still. “A korean movie with a high rating.”
“Most movies with low rating on Netflix are actually good...”
Red flags all over
“Don’t you think that’s interesting?”
“Ummh, the main character...”
Yoongi nibbles at the skin. “What about him?”
He flicks his tongue, it makes Jimin shudder.
“What’s the movie about?”
Yoongi blinks. “Not really.”
A frustrated groan. “You’re impossible.”
“I don’t understand it! You said horror film, I prepared myself for blood... they are talking! Half and hour and taking!”
“Come here,” Jimin finally says, and forgets the laptop and surges forward to kiss Yoongi. Almost fully on top of him, they kiss slowly, tasting each other. Jimin finds Yoongi’s hands wandering near his ass and pulls them up, pins them next to Yoongi’s head.
Jimin lets out a whine once he presses his knee up. They separate from each other to breath a little, the kiss getring too intense for them in barely some minutes.
Jimin closes the space between them again, kisses him wetly before asking, “what is?”
“Your thighs between my leg...” Yoongi says with a small hint of shyness on his voice. Weird.
Yoongi laughs awkwardly. “Don’t think I’m a creepy guy.”
Yoongi presses his leg harder against Jimin. After the small whimper he explains, “my leg is all boney, and next to it, your thighs, you know... fuck... it’s hot... the difference...”
Jimin squeezes his thighs. “This turns you on?”
As soon as he can, Yoongi is using his hands to press Jimin closer to himself. He also moans.
His hands reach his zipper and then Yoongi grabs his wrist. He says something but Jimin doesn’t hear him. He sees red.
But there’s blood on the screen.
“Jimin? Did I do something wrong?” Yoongi lifts his hands up, away from Jimin’s crotch. Where he was trying to jerk the younger off.
“I—“ Jimin is on top of Yoongi, zipper down, hard and aching. But he’s not moving. “No... I mean”
Yoongi looks confused. “Jimin...” He starts moving, to put Jimin down.
“I’m not ready.”
There are shouting coming from the laptop and so much blood. red. why did he even chose a horror movie? He hates horror.
“Hey, calm down, what happened?”
His dick started getting soft after almost coming. The slow movie was actually a slasher. What happened was that Jimin was afraid that someone he has lied to was going to touch him
Yoongi squints his eyes. “Mad? Sweetheart, why would I be mad?”
“I didn’t come home with you last time and now I’m ruining everything.” What a virgin.
“Why aren’t you mad?” Jimin flirts, and fools around but then stops that’s not okay.
“Get mad because you don’t want to go further than what we’re doing? Do you think I’m an asshole?”
“Did he— your ex boyfriend or whatever, he got mad at you because of that?”
“Yes,” Jimin answers right away. Without thinking, he answers truthfully.
“Nothing bad ever happened,” Jimin says right away. Because he doesn’t want Yoongi to get the wrong idea. And Jimin’s past relationship isn’t a big deal. The elder is still frowning though. “He would just complain, I broke up with him because of that”
“No.” Jimin never slept with him, never let him touch more than he was comfortable. He just wasn’t the right one. “But he would get mad, it... doesn’t matter.”
“It matters,” Yoongi says quickly.
“Not really, hyung,”
“Of course we’re going to date,” he pouts. “Do you think I’m doing all these and waiting all that just to take you to bed?”
“You want to be my boyfriend?”
Jimin laughs. no red anymore
“Don’t say that!” Jimin complains, warm at the thought of the scenario. He knows Yoongi is the one. He is the right one and Jimin is sure now.
“I’m going to take care of you okay? I’m not other idiot that is going to be sloppy or careless.”
Yoongi is the one
“It’s okay,” Yoongi stops him. “It’s okay Jimin, tell me when you feel like talking about it.”
Jimin blinks. He should say something but he remains quiet.
“Mmh, it was obvious there was something weird about her but she lied all through the movie,” Yoongi whistles.
“Her and the new husband, they lied all along.” Jimin thinks about his words, and Yoongi’s head on his stomach.
But now he thinks he’s in serious trouble.
He hopes the elder isn’t sleeping, because Jimin wants to talk to him before going to sleep. There’s a long sound on the phone, it makes Jimin’s head ache or maybe that’s the alcohol
“Jimin?” he finally answers.
“Yeah,” Yoongi says. Pout clear on his voice. “But it’s fine, I don’t mind. You got home? Alone?”
Jimin shakes his head. “Taehyung and Jungkook came with me, but they are sleeping in Taehyung’s room.”
“Yes!” Jimin replies happily. He had fun. “I danced with Tae and Kook a lot,” he explains.
“You met Jungkook’s brother?” Yoongi says all of a sudden. Jimin wonders how does Yoongi know if he hadn’t explained it.
“Me neither!” Jimin pushes his jeans off. They fall off the bed. It’s silent.
“You looked really good in that picture you sent me,” Yoongi confesses. His voice fills all of Jimin’s room through the phone’s speakers. “I haven’t stopped looking at it,”
Yoongi laughs. “I always think you look good”
Jimin smiles to himself. And after taking out a short to wear for bed, he finally confesses why he called. “I miss you.”
“Yes! I miss you so much hyung,” Jimin decides to whine in order to get his point across.
Yoongi hums. His voice sounds far when he says, “I miss you too, I think about you all day.”
“I also think about you all the time...”
Jimin doesn’t notice the elder and him have different notions of what’s the phone call supposed to be about. So he answers with a honest, “I think about you”
Jimin gets under the blankets, his head still a little dizzy but Yoongi’s voice makes him focus. “You kiss me, like that time in your room,” he admits. “And we’re together...”
It sounds like Yoongi is moving around
Jimin is wrapped around his blankets, he misses Yoongi’s hands on him, especially when he speaks but he’s not next to him. “Yeah...” It’s silent. “I want you to be here...”
Jimin blinks. What does Yoongi mean by that? “Are you jealous?”
“No,” he quickly amends. And now he sounds embarrassed.
“I want you, silly,” Jimin laughs
Jimin is wide awake. “It doesn’t? I think it’s pretty clear..”
“Mmh, I’m not convinced...” He’s so annoying. And fishing for compliments, Jimin knows.
Jimin hadn’t even thought about it. “No, you’re the only one.”
“And if we weren’t dating?” Yoongi says it so casually, Jimin sometimes forget they are supposed to be boyfriends. “You’d let him?”
He shakes his head. “You’re the only one”
Yoongi is the only one Jimin wants to spend his first time with, but the elder doesn’t know that. “Anything you want...” he says instead, which isn’t a lie
“Anything?” His voice gets higher, it caught his attention
Yoongi is quiet other than his breathing through the phone. Jimin lays on his back. “I want something right now...” he says.
Jimin has suspicions about where this is leading but he plays along. “What is it?” He wants to hear.
Oh. Jimin should have known. Well, he knew where this was leading and he urged it. He wonders if he should ask Yoongi if he wants him to get like that even if he’s not here.
“Yes, hyung. What would you do?” Jimin always falls.
“I’d like to use your thighs. Get myself between them and fuck them. It’ll feel good...”
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought about Yoongi like that. “I want you to”
“Whatever to make you feel good,” Jimin answers honestly. It comes more like a whine than he expected though
“Fuck,” Yoongi curses. He must be touching himself, Jimin knows. “You would do so good for me,” he whispers
Jimin nods. He would.
Jimin rubs on his bed, ashamed to put his hand down his boxers so soon. But he’s hard already and there’s precum too. It’s Yoongi’s voice... and that he’s a virgin. “Yes hyung.”
“Then you’ll deserve a reward”
“What do I get hyung?” he asks while he gets rid of the boxer shorts he was wearing to bed.
“Mmh, it depends. What do you want?” Yoongi asks, he sounds a little breathless. “How do you want hyung to reward you for being such a good boy.” Ah, Jimin moans.
Yoongi is panting, is he touching himself? Jimin tries to think about it. “On your hands and knees?”
“Yes, I’n like that right now, hyung. You should be here, I’m like this for you.” Jimin has one hand wrapped around him
“Are you touching yourself, hyung?” Jimin asks, pumping himself painfully slowly.
“Yes, yes,” Yoongi confirms. Jimin wants to see. “You are too, right?”
Jimin nods. “But it would be better if it were you”
“Yes, yes,” Jimin flicks his wrist. Moans. “I want you to,”
“I woke up hard as fuck,” Yoongi tries to justify himself. Because that was fast.
“Shut up,” Jimin laughs. He holds the phone with both hands, as if that would bring Yoongi closer.
“I miss you too, Jimin. Can’t wait to get back there so we can cuddle all day,”
“Sounds like a good plan, I like it,” he whispers.
“And then we can get down and dirty,” Yoongi jokes.
Jimin struggles to put on new boxers on. He doesn’t answer.
When Yoongi gets back here Jimin has to tell him the truth.
- the most intense, exciting, or important point of something; a culmination or apex.
- culminate in an exciting or impressive event.
- a sequence of propositions or ideas in order of increasing importance, force, or effectiveness of expression.
- have an orgasm
The thought doesn’t linger much in Jimin’s head because Yoongi greets him with a kiss on the lips. Soft peck that has Jimin blushing.
“I‘ll finish unpacking later, here, sit down,” Yoongi tries to make Jimin feel more comfortable in his house. Since Jimin has only been here twice, he’s still sitting correctly on the couch.
“No, I’m fine. I want— Come here, hyung,” Jimin lifts his hands up to get his point across.
Yoongi is immediately on him, hugging him not so comfortably but warm.
Yoongi is looking directly at him. Face to face.
He owes him the truth.
“Jiminie, what is it?”
It’s silent until Yoongi leans closer. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
The way Yoongi blinks make Jimin figure he notices it’s something serious.
Yoongi looks taken aback but he nods nonetheless. He’s fiddling with his fingers. Jimin hopes he’s not making him too anxious. But Jimin is anxious too.
Jimin gazes up. Yoongi is frowning, but he isn’t looking at him. “No—“
“You lied,” Yoongi says. He sits down staring away from Jimin.
“Hyung, I didn’t— I was embarrassed, you wouldn’t want me if you knew the-“
That’s a lie, he trusts Yoongi. He’s not understanding. “I’m being honest right now!”
“Tell me how to understand, because I’m not seeing it Jimin, there was no reason to lie about it.”
“There was! There are so many reasons but you don’t get it!”
“No one would care!” Yoongi argues. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Yes” Yoongi mutters
“Would it have been the same if I had said the truth? Would you have looked at me the same way and still want to fuck me?”
“Maybe? I don’t know. You’re hot and effortlessly sexy,” he laughs dryly. “That’s why I wanted you at first but— When you answered that day, I thought I had chances... but that doesn’t change anything.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “I would have fallen for you either way, don’t fucking say it’s thanks to a lie.” He stands up again, takes some steps away from Jimin.
“I couldn’t say the truth in front of everyone!”
Jimin lifts his knees to his chest, hugs them. “You overwhelmed me,” he whispers.
“You’ve done so many things, and I haven’t. You had done all that stuff, and I thought you wouldn’t want to be with someone as inexperienced as me, so I didn’t tell you.”
Yoongi closes his eyes. “It’s true. I don’t get it.”
“I didn’t want you to treat me differently.”
“You wouldn’t have flirted with me, wouldn’t have said all those things you wanted to do with me, wouldn’t have taken me into that stall, all those things you did, that I liked so much, wouldn’t have been the same.”
Yoongi blinks. He scratches his neck.
Jimin shakes his head. “Overwhelmed”
“I’m going to go buy something or I don’t know. I need— can you give me some minutes? Just stay here, you can use my laptop, I’ll just go for a moment,” he looks towards the door.
“Are you mad?”
“Overwhelmed,” Yoongi jokes.
Yoongi came back after almost an hour. Jimin considered leaving his place six times but he opted against it every time. Now he's sitting on the border of Yoongi's bed as he paces around the room. He bought all the flavors of cake from a bakery.
"I'm not saying you're lying, I'm asking what are the odds?" Yoongi stares at the window. He turns around to add, "implausible"
"Can I have one?" Jimin asks pointing at the box. Yoongi nods. "Implausible?
"What do you mean?" Jimin asks with a mouthful of cake. "I know I'm old but everyone has their time for everything, right?"
Jimin looks down at himself. He's wearing black jeans, a white old shirt and a blue cardigan, he's currently eating cake. He gazes back at Yoongi confused.
Yoongi gestures at him up and down. "Stunning." Jimin rolls his eyes. "Hot!"
"You don't want to have sex, is that it?"
Jimin scoffs. "What makes you think that? How much I told you I wanted you to fuck me during our call?"
They aren't looking at each other when Jimin shrugs. "I was waiting for the right person."
The response is a hum. It's silent between the two.
He can only see Yoongi's profile. "Huh?"
"You're waiting for the right person... can't waste your first time on me..."
Jimin's eyes grow bigger. "Don't you have a certificate to be a teacher? Are you stupid?"
He didn't want Yoongi to know he was virgin because he would freak out about its implications but Jimin doesn't care anymore. "You are the right person!"
Ah, Jimin should have stay quiet. He gazes away from Yoongi’s shocked expression and slumps his shoulders making himself smaller. Yoongi will definitely freak out.
He thinks that until he feels Yoongi around him, he climbed the bed and crawled to Jimin.
Jimin nods. “That’s why I can’t lie anymore,” he confesses
It makes Yoongi tsk. “You should have stopped lying once you noticed this was getting serious.”
Yoongi is all around him so Jimin decides to face him. They are close, almost touching. “I want this,” Yoongi starts. “You. Whatever you want to call what we have together. But if we’re doing this, you can’t lie to me.”
“I know,” Jimin repeats. Sulking.
Jimin laughs. “It’s fine, I like when you get like that.”
They are both softly smiling, unsure how to proceed. “I had a small suspicion about you, but I would have never guessed the truth.”
“Thought you had a bad experience and didn’t want to try again, or were anxious about it. I kept thinking ‘man, i’m going to show him it can be good’ but I guess I was wrong.”
“Well I’ve had bad experiences.”
“You know, I had a boyfriend during first and second year, and I didn’t want him to be... that person. But he wanted to so we fought a lot.”
“So it’s not like guys didn’t want you, but you just rejected them,” Yoongi sighs once he flops down on the bed.
“Kind of, I mean I also didn’t have men knocking on my door everyday,” he chuckles.
“Shut up! I go out a lot, and that’s a false stereotype you have on stem majors”
“So not all stereotypes are false,” Yoongi keeps joking. Jimin is glad.
“It’s the internalized homophobia,” Jimin suggests and Yoongi hums.
“Absolutely,” Yoongi chuckles. His shoulder shake and Jimin can breathe properly. “It’s not like in Arts, where everyone is sure sexuality is fluid”
They are quiet for a second until Yoongi lifts himself up on his elbows, he’s looking in front, like trying to avoid Jimin’s gaze. “I can wait.” Jimin also sits up. “I cant wait if you want, if you’re not sure yet, or—“
They are sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, knees brushing. Jimin throws his arms around Yoongi’s neck. Uncomfortable.
“What for? Being decent?”
“There aren’t many decent people around,” Jimin reminds him. Yoongi hums and closes the distance to kiss him.
“It was hot,” Jimin supplies but his boyfriend only shakes his head.
“Urged that same student to send me nudes,” Yoongi says with a weak voice. Probably embarrassed.
“I guess I can ignore all that indecency, Min Yoongi. You have plenty good things to make up for those slip ups.” Jimin kisses him again
“I like you,” Yoongi breathes
“We’re going to do this right, okay?” Yoongi’s hand is on Jimin’s neck. “Gonna gain your trust,” Yoongi mumbles.
You already have it, Jimin wants to say.
“Gonna be good to you,” he slurs
You already are, Jimin wants to reply.
Jimin can only nod. He scoots closer to Yoongi, to be able to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, hyung.”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi smiles, not moving away from Jimin’s space. Just there.
“I wanted that one a while ago but you took it before I could do it and I didn’t tell you...”
“Oh,” Yoongi pouts.
“Can I have it now?” Jimin asks
“Yes, of course, baby.” Yoongi hands it to him.
He thinks this particular red velvet cake is the tastiest he’s ever had. It maybe is because he feels loved. He’ll have to ask Yoongi where he bought them
- a firm decision to do or not to do something.
- the action of solving a problem, dispute, or contentious matter.
- the quality of being determined or resolute.
“Ow,” Yoongi complains as Jimin stumbles. “You’re going—“ Jimin drags Yoongi down with him, but he balances himself soon.
“My room is right here, just—“ Yoongi holds Jimin’s hand and guides him until they are inside. The big window filters the light of the streets. And Jimin can finally see clearly.
Jimin laughs. “You started,”
“Hyung, can I...?” Jimin moves between Yoongi’s legs, so he’s caging one of his thighs.
“You’re too far away,” Yoongi whines. He likes kissing and they can’t because Jimin is trying to make himself feel good with Yoongi’s thigh.
“Give me— ngh, a while,” Jimin’s palms fall to Yoongi’s chest
And they’ve been kissing a lot, and touching a lot, and saying a lot of things they want to do but Jimin still has certain reservations. “Uh-“ his hips falter. “I—“
Yoongi instead only moves his hands to Jimin’s ass. “Do you want to keep that up?” He squeezes and guides Jimin into rubbing again. Jimin nods, rolling his hips again.
He doesn’t stop thrusting his hips into Yoongi’s clothed thigh. “I don’t.”
“You do,” Yoongi lifts himself up on his elbows. Jimin loses his balance a little.
He would laugh but Yoongi lifts his knee up and hits Jimin’s balls. A moan escapes instead
“Hyung,” Jimin wants him to stop teasing
Jimin loves being touched, loves Yoongi’s voice when he’s turned on. Loves that he when he talks he is so smug.
It makes Yoongi chuckle against Jimin’s neck. He licks the spot right behind his ear. “I like it when you call me baby,” Yoongi breathes before biting Jimin’s skin.
He couldn’t answer. He’s moaning again.
“I don’t want to cum so fast,”
That’s something Jimin worries a lot about, Yoongi is always giving, he wonders if he takes pleasure out of this. Yoongi doesn’t answer, he drags one of Jimin’s palms directly to his crotch. Jimin feels him up. As he should have expected, he is hard.
“What do you want?” Yoongi asks, even if he may know the answer already.
“I want to make you come,” Jimin replies.
He lets go and leaves only Jimin touching him. He slaps Jimin’s hips softly, it’s a warning. “Don’t stop moving, come on.” Jimin squeezes the base making Yoongi groan.
“Ngh- Jimin, fuck, you feel good,” Yoongi hisses, he doesn’t furrow his eyebrows, he lifts them and he pouts.
He pumps faster, fascinated by Yoongi’s reaction. “Cute,”
Yoongi is caging Jimin even if Jimin could easily flip him around. He likes it this way, under him
Jimin closes his eyes because it’s too much, Yoongi’s lips and hands on him, Yoongi’s weight on him, Yoongi pressing himself against him, adding pressure where Jimin is more sensitive. It’s too much, because Yoongi is enjoying it too.
Jimin does. Spills all over his boxers. He squeezes his legs and it’s better than when he has made himself cum on his room, because this time Yoongi is watching him, and Yoongi brought him here. His muscles tense.
Yoongi is perceptive. “You can change here,”
“It’s going to be fast,” he chuckles, like it’s a joke but Jimin doesn’t get it he just wants Yoongi in the bed right now. He notices. “I won’t take long.”
Yoongi gets under the blankets and curls against Jimin, he rests his head on Jimin’s chest.
Jimin threads his through Yoongi’s black hair. He hums. “A lot.”
“Mmh, you didn’t freak out.”
“You used to freak out whenever we would start fooling around, you didn’t freak out this time.”
Yoongi twists his neck to be able to look up at Jimin from where he lays on his chest. He smiles like he won a prize, “so... you’re ready?”
Jimin knows? Yoongi thinks he knows, his hands are on his hip. He should know? Yoongi is supposing he knows. Yoongi is touching him lightly. Oh, Jimin thinks he maybe knows.
“Yeah, I know....” he admits.
“So? Ready?” Yoongi wonders
“Kind of ready,” he whispers. Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “May be ready.”
“Explain,” Yoongi asks.
Jimin takes a deep breath.
“Things like what?” Yoongi stands up to change into something more comfortable or maybe pretend to be busy so Jimin doesn’t feel under the spotlight
“Ah you know, stuff like I don’t know how to blow a dick”
“What if I suck at sex?” Jimin wonders out loud
“Highly doubt it,” Yoongi answers immediately. “You dance, that gives you more points.” He’s near the closet
“Of course! but... what if it hurts too much?” Jimin lists his worries
Yoongi gets under the covers.
“Then we can umh try what you say,”
“Shut up,” Jimin rolls his eyes and moves closer. “I’ll let you know.”
Yoongi blinks. It’s been months since Jimin told Yoongi the truth, they are back with classes so Yoongi is uncertain when Jimin says he’ll let him know.
“Nothing, it’s nothing—“
“What is it?” Jimin pushes.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you,” Yoongi whispers.
“If you don’t want to have sex at all... you should tell me. I mean— am I doing something wrong? You don’t feel comfortable enough with me?” Yoongi asks and he looks concerned, biting the corner of his lower lip without seeing Jimin
Jimin had never thought Yoongi wasn’t always confident.
Yoongi looks interested, Jimin leans in again to whisper his idea to the elder. The blush on Yoongi’s face and wide eyes are a good answer to Jimin’s idea. He can’t wait to do it.
And he knows it’ll be easier to say what he wants out loud without Yoongi in the same room, because he’ll be less embarrassed, so he is curious of the outcome of this situation. To Jimin’s surprise Yoongi sounds kind of tired when he calls though
“Hyung,” he breathes out, his tone already whiney, trying to get Yoongi to wake up. “I need your help,” he decides to say.
“Hyung,” he complains. “You’ve made me wait a lot since I asked you to call, just tell me what to do,” Jimin starts
Yoongi wants to hear him say filth. “I want you to tell me how you would open me up,” Jimin sighs, complying. He moves around in the bed, “I want to do it like you would.”
“I’m not,” Jimin admits.
“Good,” Yoongi hums. Jimin can tell he’s moving on his bed. “I’d like to see you, you’ll let me see you?”
His voice is rougher. “I’d get you on all fours Jimin, can you do that for me?”
“I can.” The door is locked but Jimin feels kind of silly either way, all naked and phone in speaker mode on his pillow.
Jimin moans lowly.
“I can start with more,” Jimin cuts him off. “Tell me how many, hyung, it’s so wet it won’t hurt,” Jimin’s voice is pitchy.
“Use two, baby. Can you do that?”
He needs more. “And fast? Would you fuck me fast too?”
“Ah Yoongi,” Jimin moans, “please.” He moves his free hand down to his crotch, palms his erection.
“Do you have your toy Jimin? The one you play with before sending me those photos?”
He knew Yoongi would ask for it, so the plug rests on the corner of the bed.
“And what are you waiting for to use it?” Yoongi asks, his voice rather collected through the phone, it makes Jimin feel warm
“I was waiting for you to ask me to use it,” he replies sincerely
It’s silent. Jimin can hear Yoongi jerking off
“Nnhg— cold,” Jimin mutters when he presses it to his rim
“Fuck yourself with it,” Yoongi says
“You do that often?” Yoongi asks
“Mmh?” Jimin rolls his hips involuntary.
Yoongi knows the answer, he only wants to tease. Jimin pushes the plug deeper. “You.”
He moans, choked pitchy sound that means Yoongi is close.
“It’ll be different when you’re physically next to me....”
“Yeah, we’ll see...” Jimin stands up and throws a big shirt on. He walks with shaky legs to the bathroom, phone in hand
“Umh?” he sounds far, probably busy with something.
“My first time...” Jimin explains.
Yoongi doesn’t say anything. Hems close again. “Want to schedule it?” he laughs. But Jimin isn’t laughing.
Yoongi is silent. Jimin imagines him blinking slowly, big eyes and raised eyebrows, cute pout like he does when he’s confused or taken aback. “Okay...”
“This time for real,” Jimin promises. He’s sure. He thinks he’s sure. Yoongi chuckles.
Jimin feels at ease with having a deadline. He’s nervous but knowing what will happen is good. He was worried about hygiene so setting a date was good, and he has time to choose his clothes and practice what he’ll say to Yoongi to sound sexy so everything turns out perfect
“You look good,” Yoongi notices when Jimin is taking off his shoes. He stares.
“Now what?” Jimin asks. Backpack secured on his shoulder, gaze set on his boyfriend. Yoongi has the audacity to yawn.
“It’ll be nice,” Yoongi cuts him off. “Leave you bag here, I’ll teach you how to make Green Tea cookies, you once told me your mom loves those,” Yoongi is already walking to the kitchen.
There’s a lot of ingredients on the kitchen. “Are we making cookies for all the building?”
Yoongi laughs. Guilty.
Jimin laughs. That sounds like Yoongi.
He remembers last time Yoongi compulsively bought sweets. It was when he found out the truth. Maybe he’s nervous.
Yoongi’s eyes widen. He keeps stirring the pot. “Yes”
He’s honest. Jimin likes that about him. “Why?”
“This is important for you, I want to do good for you,” Yoongi confesses.
“You’re more than good,” he reminds Yoongi. His boyfriend shakes his head. “You’re so good.”
“We’ll see about that in the bedroom,” Yoongi laughs dryly. It makes Jimin blush because that’s happening.
“I stress buy.” Jimin knows, he remembers the cakes from all flavors. “And stress bake,” Yoongi gestures at himself.
“You stress bake too?” Jimin smiles endeared. It’s cute, both involve sweets.
He remembers, Yoongi made dinner and then offered him dessert. Jimin feels a surge of affection all over his body at the memory, Yoongi was nervous that day
Jimin moves his head to a side. confused
Jimin looks at him, face unmoving. He loves Yoongi, since then to now.
Yoongi remembers he was just baking, expression changing. “Ah yes, I have to put it in the fridge though.”
“Okay, do that,” Jimin urges him to move.
“What? Why? We’re baking,” Yoongi complains.
“Right now? Are you sure?” Yoongi asks. They look at each other, face to face, on the same level, with no masks. They stand next to each other.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Jimin nods.
They don’t stop kissing until they leave the room.
There are candles, small candles in his bedside and near the wall underneath the window. Jimin laughs, feeling warm. “You’re corny.”
“I was going to buy flowers but thought it maybe was too much,”
The question makes Yoongi frown. “Whatever you want,” he says before circling Jimin’s neck to deepen the kiss.
“You— can you take the lead?” Yoongi’s lips are soft against his. “I’m not sure what to do”
“Can you get the lube from the bedside?” It isn’t usually there, Yoongi must have brought it to his room for this. Jimin reaches out for it.
He almost chokes. “Oh... yes.”
He shakes his head. “It’s okay. I trust you.”
Yoongi laughs. “It’s not about that but thank you. I just want to... do something.” He frowns.
“I’m going to take this off,” he tugs a little at Jimin’s shorts, his hands on top of Jimin’s. Like that it feels like Jimin is also undressing himself.
Jimin closes his eyes.
Yoongi talks with his lips brushing Jimin’s dick. “Can I?”
“Finger you...” Yoongi blinks.
“But you’re blowing me...” Jimin blushes. It makes Yoongi laugh.
“I—,” Jimin is red, his neck and chest are red too, he’s ashamed because he maybe will like it too.
“Okay then,” Jimin nods.
He adds another finger and it has Jimin whimpering, making him lose his balance.
Jimin feels the fingers hit deeper, he moans. He feels Yoongi licking and sucking, he digs his nails into Yoongi’s skin. “O-okay, okay,” he doesn’t care, he just wants Yoongi to do whatever he wants to him.
Jimin hasn’t tried it but he has heard it’s not the most pleasant thing
“That was amazing,” Jimin whispers, trying not to look at Yoongi because that’s very virgin of him to say. But Yoongi of course detaches himself from Jimin to look up at him, cocky grin.
Jimin wants more. Today is the big day and it’s not enough, he wants more. “Yes.”
“What do you want?” Yoongi hums when he squeezes Jimin’s ass. “Do you finally know?”
“You said... on the phone,” Jimin squeezes his legs. “That first you’d want me to get all naked to show you...”
Jimin stares at him when he steps out of his pants on the floor. He fiddles with his shirt until he starts taking it off, little by little.
“On the phone... you said you’d get me on all fours.”
Yoongi blinks. Eyes darkening, he ogles Jimin’s body shamelessly. “Okay, baby, get on all fours here,” on top of him, he means.
Yoongi chuckles. “Then how?”
Jimin climbs over his lap to settle on top of the bed, next to him
Yoongi gulps, and he starts unzipping his jeans.
Yoongi shakes his head. He pulls his jeans down to his thighs and with it his briefs, he pumps his dick as soon a he can.
“You okay?” he asks, genuinely curious.
Jimin gulps. nervous. “I—“ He’s getting stage fright. That’s it.
Now, Yoongi looks bewildered, thirsty. He jerks himself off faster. “Fuck your thighs?”
Jimin nods. “Please,” he slurs not really knowing what he’s asking for.
Yoongi wets Jimin’s inner thighs, brushing his balls not so much on accident to make Jimin wince. He uses a lot of lube.
“Get inside please, you’re so close...” he tries to lift his ass higher to get his point across. “I want to feel you inside...”
Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, he passes his fingers through the mess of lube between Jimin’s thighs, wetting them
He has two fingers inside. “Can you? Now?”
Yoongi fucks him slowly, hips rolling until Jimin is coming again. Spent after doing many things he’s never done before.
“You know I love you right?” He asks Yoongi.
“Yeah, I know,” he reminds Jimin with a smile.
Jimin guesses it wasn’t a big deal after all, this one wasn’t. Falling for Yoongi was.