Thread by @derireo_galge

💎Coming to you💎

a #yoonmin au where Jimin and Yoongi reunite among their friends and learn things about each other that make them fit together amazingly, especially their preferences.

Wherever it's leading, it's okay as long as they feel content.

#ymfest22_d5 #yoonminfest

💎 friends to friends with benefits to possibly more
💎 nsfw
💎 happy ending

https://twitter.com/derireo_galge/status/1545118504176832513?t=Nc--w8KIZ7NenxKGZ1QgGQ&s=19

Jimin found Yoongi very peculiar. Peculiar and interesting.

He was into so many things and most of them were beating "mainstream" ways to have sex, you know, those labels and "basic" scenarios, or ways "how it's usually done".

They were far from strangers.

They knew each other from far way back, when Jimin's mother moved to Daegu with him, still going to school.

Min Yoongi was two years above and they had some common friends, even hung out as one group until one by one his hyungs graduated.

They didn't keep in touch one on one but as if an invisible string ran through all of them, they all knew what happened in the life of one another... through each other.

Hoseok kept in touch with Jimin, Jimin kept close to Taehyung, Tae with Jungkook, Jungkook with Jin and Seokjin always knew what's up with Yoongi, who stuck close to Namjoon.

Things stayed like that through almost all their university years until they all realized that one by one the full set of them came to live in Seoul.

That's where they decided to reconnect and see if they still have the same chemistry among them.

It was their third outing, they were getting along just as well as in high school, if not better.

They booked a booth in a family restaurant and were all on their phones comparing their schedules.

Jimin was sitting in front of Yoongi and was quietly observing the man amidst the main conversation.

He hasn't changed drastically over the years but Jimin was stunned.

Yoongi was gorgeous and matured, with his long fringe falling onto his eyes and silver rings adorning his ears.

He was easily the most beautiful man in this room, in Jimin's humble opinion.

His strong veiny hands contrasted nicely with their delicate gestures and occasional lips tracing he did before speaking.

The younger man looked up from the lower lip his hyung was rubbing with his pointer and middle fingers and realized Yoongi was observing him too.

Damn.

He must have noticed him staring.

Jimin felt his cheeks blushing when hyung just subtly smirked back at him.

Later that evening, when they were standing outside the restaurant having split into smaller groups and were about to call their respective taxis, Yoongi suggested going out for a short drink, just him and the younger.

- Where are you two off to? - asked Tae. Jimin wasn't sure but Yoongi was.

- There's a pub on the way to Jimin's and mine, gonna pop there. Have a good night! - he waved the rest with a small smile as Jimin hugged his best friend with a promise to talk later.

They walked around for a bit, not being in any rush.

The weather was great, the hustling of busy streets not as annoying as in the afternoon and the air fresh but not so cold yet.

Jimin felt as nervous as excited. He was thrilled to find out where tonight might lead.

That's how he ended up having a glass of whiskey with the elder in a dim cozy corner of the pub.

They were past discussing their life aspirations and ranting about university courses and their jobs.

They went down the memory lane to the points of their life when they were out to his families and friends.

Some stories were hilarious, some not so much.

- So, Yoongi-hyung, - Jimin started with a tentative smile, - anyone special in your life at the moment? Or do your marvelous friends take all of your leisure time?

He traced the rim of the glass with his fingers. He felt excited to get to know his hyung in a one on one setting.

- No, - he replied absent-mindedly, - Not at the moment. What about you?

Jimin's lips quirked slightly.

I hope you don't take it as oversharing, hyung, but I got out of an.. arrangement a while ago. And was taking some time for myself, well, until recently.

- An arrangement? - the elder's brows raised quizzically.

- That's how I call them, ah... Maybe it's a long story. - he backtracked.

- No, tell me. If you're comfortable?

- Lets start with me being aspec, - he said softly.

His hyung let out a quiet "oh" and then suddenly he was leaning closer.

- What spectrum, if you don't mind me asking? - he seemed to be interested in all their conversations tonight, but this one made his eyes lit up.

Jimin didn't expect that. Blushing slightly, he answered.

- Aromantic spectrum.

There was definitely something in the depth of Yoongi's eyes, the light of the candle on their table was making the shadows in them dance.

- Thanks for sharing this, Jimin-ah. Want a truth for a truth?

Jimin nodded, smiling timidly.

- I haven't grasped everything there is to being aspec, not sure it's at all possible, but I'm sure I'm demisexual.

He took a little sip of his drink and sighed.

- I thought of myself as ace for a very long time, you know? - he was ruffling his hair and along with confidence and honesty he was speaking, it was doing some weird things in the younger’s chest. - Until I realized that I can't just put a tag on myself and settle.

He continued:

- I kept experimenting and well, it turns out that I like different things. And I can't stand other things. And it's not all set in stone either. And no side of the rainbow is better or worse than the other. So I'll tell you what everyone says on sns these days.

He turned to look straight into his dongsaeng's eyes, - You're valid, Jimin. You're amazing as you are.

Jimin was blushing furiously, he loved being complimented and reassured but this hyung... there also was this air of calmness to his words.

He liked that a lot.

- Can I take your hand? - the younger asked shyly.

Yoongi nodded and put his hand palm down on the table.

Jimin carefully took it and held with his smaller one.

- Do you want to get out of here? I'd love to talk to you more, - he raised his shoulders a bit, - That's, if you don't mind?

"Gods, say yes", he thought.

He's been a bit down lately and everything was losing its colours like a clothes item worn too much, but tonight he felt so intrigued.

And he's not going to lie to himself, he was interested in Yoongi, and maybe they could learn more about and from each other.

The elder smiled and squeezed his hand.

- Let's go to mine?

They finished the rest of their drinks and left the pub unhurriedly.

In the time they were inside it started to drizzle and Jimin shivered just looking at it.

Suddenly it stopped, making him look up and he saw Yoongi holding up his black umbrella above them.

Jimin wanted to giggle at the live metaphor.

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- There, - he said, - It's not a lengthy walk.

The way to his place was accompanied by the clack of his hyung’s high boots on the stone path.

He took the younger to a lane he hasn't noticed himself and then they left the busy centre.

His house was hidden beneath two old looking buildings, no doubt of some historical value.

Because it was a modern block of flats with the gates and security cameras.

Not long passed and he was sat on the couch with Yoongi excitedly showing him his collection of whiskey, which he claimed was way better than a local pub can offer.

Midnight has passed and they still were immersed in their discussions.

Yoongi was on the couch with him, facing him with one leg folded under and a glass in his hand.

- I've always found the quiet foreplay more appealing than the rest of the video anyway. The silent touching of clothes, the hair, the way they would show off their pretty outfits and jewellery. Do you see what I mean, Jimin-ah?

- Getting off "the usual way" just doesn't work. Generic approach does nothing but making me want to crawl out of my skin.

Jimin agreed, there was something to it. He himself watched p0rn frequently and he has to admit, he never goes for similar things. So why not showing off outfits?

They jump from topic to topic until it comes back to labels again.

- I don't really know how to describe it. But sometimes words like boyfriend, dating, generally declarations of love, they make my stomach churn. Of course I tell my friends how I appreciate and love them, I just prefer to use my words carefully.

- Because there's so much misunderstanding, so much pressure, hyung, - Jimin finishes his drink and sets the glass on the table.

- Would you explain it to me? - Yoongi was right in front of him offering him his hand.

Jimin gladly took it.

- There's this stigma, painting us as cold hearted uncaring people. But I do care. I value people in my life. And I do my best to show them they're loved and appreciated.

He played with his hyung’s fingers gently.

- There's another one too: I'm so tired of people telling me it's ALL until I meet "the one". Or that I need to experience romantic love to understand. I call bullshit. I have feelings towards people. Friends or partners alike. It's just not romantic.

- Queerplatonic? - Yoongi offers.

- Yes! But it's not the same as being friends. You get it, hyung, I know you do.

The elder shifts closer.

- I do, Jimin-ah.

They move on to some brighter things to discuss, back to their friends and what's currently going in their lives and there are fond smiles in their faces.

When Jimin asks if it's hard for the elder to find a partner the other sighs heavily.

- It's exhausting to be honest, - his both legs are folded in front of him and they long before switched to coffee, so his nursing a warm cup, playing with a fancy handle.

(Jimin by the way called his pretty flowery and gold china set the gayest he's ever seen).

- To most people it's really hard to understand my boundaries. My last ex couldn't get it, how I'm okay with certain things or actions one day and be completely disgusted with the same stuff for the next two weeks. He thought I'm just... what's the word? Pre.. pre-

- Pretentious! - Jimin chimes in and his hyung hums in agreement.

- That sucks, hyung, - he says in a sad tone of voice.

- Well, if only I knew what I'd be like the next day...

- No, no, hyung! - the younger is waving his hands in front of his face, - Sucks you can't find the person interested enough to accommodate your needs and understand you, - he explains softly, - How you are is how you are, isn't this what you told me just today?

Yoongi smiles gummily and they both silently understand, you can't help thoughts that sometimes get louder in your head.

- Yeah, - he adds, adjusting the silver bracelets adorning his wrists - Fuck them people who think I'd sleep with them just because I'm hot.

Jimin splutters.

- Hyung! I almost dropped your little gay cup! - he coughs a bit to regain his senses.

Yoongi only laughs brightly, shoulders shaking and eyes scrunching, showing off those small attractive wrinkles.

- What, am I not, eh, Jimin-ie?

Trying to ignore his hyung’s devilish smirk, he responds with a straight face that yes, sure, of course you are, hyung, and hears something suspiciously sounding like a "brat" in retaliation.

Yoongi repositions himself on the couch stretching one leg that must have become stiff from not moving for long and something catches Jimin’s attention.

He looks down and he notices something glistening on his hyung’s ankle, under the cuff of his ripped jeans.

- What is it? - he asks curiously.

Yoongi silently stretches his foot towards him and he sees another silver bracelet, chunky links woven simply, but it makes it look nice and elegant.

- One of my ankle bracelets, - he says, twisting his leg slightly. The silver blinks I the glow of the dim lamps.

- Was a bugger to find so it matches the ones on my wrists. I couldn't stay still and dug all over the Web for it. I, - he shuffles as if he was nervous, - couldn't sleep properly til I found it.

Jimin stares for another long moment and nods appreciatively.

He could understand how that kind of anxiety works.

He wants to touch it and slide his fingers under it but he holds himself together so he doesn't make hyung uncomfortable.

He can appreciate beauty in various ways.

- Looking so nice there, hyung. And definitely matches the others so well, I'd think it was a set if you didn't tell me.

His eyes are still on the dangling silver and smooth curve of Yoongi's ankle.

The elder visibly preens, it's obvious he likes that kind of praise.

- Where do you smoke, hyung? - Jimin asks, feeling a bit hot under the collar.

- If it's electronic, you can do it right here, - he offers and the younger gladly takes it.

- Jimin-ah,  - he calls amidst eyeing the waves of steam layering the air - I have a proposition to make.

The younger’s head is resting on the back cushion as he smokes slowly. He feels tired but content.

They did talk through the night til dawn but judging by the relaxed smile on Yoongi's face that he sees when he turns to him, he's enjoying it quite a bit.

- You said you don't have a partner at the moment? And neither do I, - he explaines, - I'd love to try and enjoy things I like and some of them require another person. But the prospect of looking for someone who can relate or educate someone who never came across it, - he sighs.

- I feel knackered already even at the mere thought.

Jimin stays silent but he does offer a warm smile, encouraging the other to go on.

- And I feel like I could trust you not to overstep my boundaries. Because you understand. I know this might be not what you usually enjoy...

Jimin waits for the pause and tries to reassure the elder:

- I liked most of the things we discussed, hyung, - he feels he's blushing but it doesn't tame the excitement in his belly, - I'm intrigued to try those I haven't yet.

- Would you like to try them with me? - his huyng asks, - I'd like this to be an exclusive thing. Don't rush, - he says quickly before Jimin says anything, - Sleep with this thought. Whatever your answer will be I won't be offended, okay? - Jimin nods at that, still smiling.

- Let's get you settled in the guest bedroom, shall we?

The morning, or more like afternoon, after they're both in the kitchen with their respective mugs of coffee, appreciating the time they have before any form of adulting has to be done.

They talk some more after Jimin agrees to their arrangement and set some ground rules.

They part with a hug and a little shoulder nuzzle from Jimin, who doesn't forget to ask about it beforehand, much to Yoongi's glee.

They wave their goodbyes until the middle of the week when they have next friend group gathering, a game night at the youngest's place.

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It's a long process but Jimin doesn't mind.

From the start, they keep texting each other, mostly banter and memes, not touching the topic of meeting up one on one.

Some time later they decide to meet.

Because schedules align not very regularly it's hard to plan ahead.

They start regularly meeting up for coffees and sometimes they take long walks on their way home from another group outing.

Yoongi's cape hugs his shoulders so nicely and he wears it so elegantly, Jimin nearly trips because he rarely looks where he's going.

Other times they'd come over to each other's places for a film or just popping for lunch.

The younger noticed the elder felt more at ease at his own flat so they started meeting there much more often.

On one of Jimin's days off his phone vibrated with a text from his hyung.

He couldn't contain his giddiness as he went over the words suggesting he spends the night at the elder's place.

Some might think he's going too far out of his way for this kind of arrangement but frankly, he's glad.

And it's something new and exciting as well as the fact that hyung is his dear friend.

Yoongi suggested coming over to his and stay the night.

And maybe doll up a bit.

After finishing his shift at work, Jimin rushes home to pack an overnight bag.

He's not sure what exactly he might need, only vague ideas and probabilities but he does make sure he has all the essentials.

He puts on a pretty low cut blouse and one of his favourite chest harnesses, with a choker that has thin silvery chains on the front dripping down from it like long streaks of rain.

He covers it up with a scarf and the lapels of his trench coat, making sure nothing is visible before setting off to Yoongi's place.

His hyung is stunned the moment he sees the look in front of his eyes.

His face is painted with awe and Jimin giggles at how affected the elder seems.

They start off slowly, touching gently, with Jimin making sure kissing and pecking Yoongi is okay for now.

Later the younger kneels before him while the other sits on the bed in his burgundy silky robe.

Yoongi keeps playing with the leather straps of the harness, tugging on them occasionally.

The whole piece can be seen clearly now with the blouse completely unbuttoned.

He dangles the dainty chains as they tickle the collarbones they're falling on and Jimin keeps arching his back every time he goes back into position after another kiss to the elder's lips or jawline.

Not much later it's clear to Jimin that Yoongi is hard and straining beyond the silk.

He waits patiently, giving himself an occasional tug or two just to relieve some pressure.

Yoongi asks him to sit on his lap further next to his knees and with one hand supporting his dongsaeng by his waist he dips the other in the slit of his robe to languidly stroke himself.

He asks to keep kissing him which Jimin provides gladly, still running fingers all the way up and down his own length.

He devours those lips, dipping his tongue and tracing every crevice of the elder's mouth with it.

Some time later Yoongi is visibly worked up and sweaty, cheeks turning red and breathing heavy.

The younger keeps kissing with the same passion, swallowing little grunts of pleasure and hot intakes of breaths through the teeth.

It doesn't take hyung long to come and he quickly cleans himself with wet wipes, his hand finally out of the silky outfit.

He looks down at the man's still hard cock, glistening with precome, gives Jimin a long peck and asks if he can suggest something.

Jimin agrees.

That's how he finds himself back kneeling on the floor, head on the knees he was just sitting on, hands pressing his hyungs feet tightly around his slicked up cock.

He moans sweetly every time the long chain of Yoongi's ankle bracelet briefly tangles in his tight slide, getting a pet on the head for every languid "ah-h" he is releasing.

- I'm close, - he chokes through another moan and Yoongi pressed his shoulders so he doesn't move away, encouraging to come wherever he is now.

Jimin is glowing, Yoongi decides.

They get in the shower to rinse themselves off where later Yoongi comes all over himself again with the help of some water and Jimin's attentive lips on his nape and shoulders, that he leaves standing right behind him.

- I never thought we'd have more layers on which we could connect like that, - the younger murmured, lulled by the warmth of the quilts they slung around themselves.

- it's hard to describe. I'd love to figure out soon so I can tell you, - with eyes half closed and fluffy hair in disarray Jimin looks softer than ever.

Yoongi hums and turns to him from the book he is reading sitting close on the same couch.

- There is no rush, right, Jimin-ah? - he takes his reading glasses off. - Whatever it is or might be, you don't have to name it. - He offers his hand to the yourger man, palm up and waiting, which Jimin takes with no hesitation. - You can stop running for now.

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~the end~

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