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They’ve taken to napping together. There’s something about the sense of safety of being in each other’s arms; the trust in the knowledge that napping won’t ever turn into something more. It’s either in Yoongi’s apartment that he shares with three others, or in Jimin’s dorm. Yoongi’s flatmates, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, love to tease the elder but are often out doing their own thing. Jimin’s roommates and best friends, Taehyung and Jungkook, are a lot sweeter about their new relationship, happy Jimin found someone without having to give up an important part of himself.
This time, they’re cuddled up on the couch of the apartment, some Disney movie Yoongi wanted to see long forgotten but still playing on the TV. Yoongi has a cushion under his head, and Jimin has half of his body spread on top of him. Yoongi rubs Jimin’s back, nuzzling into his boyfriend’s hair.
After the party, the two kept in contact and quickly fell for each other. Yoongi asked Jimin out over a cup of coffee, and the two have been dating for around three weeks now.
Yoongi presses a kiss into Jimin’s hair and slows his back rubs, intent on falling asleep as well. He’s on the brink of losing consciousness when he feels a sensation against his lips. Yoongi slowly flutters his eyelids open and sees Jimin looking at him through sleep heavy lids.
“What was that?” Yoongi mumbles, a shy smile threatening to break free.
Jimin flutters his lashes but doesn’t say anything.
They stay like that for a while, getting lost in each other’s eyes until Jimin moves closer again. His breath comes out in hot puffs of air. Yoongi closes the gap this time, pecking Jimin on the lips. He pulls back only to tilt his head to avoid nose-bumping, and captures Jimin’s bottom lip between his own. Jimin clutches onto Yoongi’s shirt, and Yoongi puts his hands on the younger’s waist to shift them where he’s properly straddling Yoongi. They break away to adjust positions, a slight smacking sound filling the room. Jimin leans down, lightly nibbling Yoongi’s bottom lip. It’s when Jimin runs his tongue along Yoongi’s lip that the older tenses. Jimin breaks away, but Yoongi pulls him back down for a couple more chaste kisses. The scratchy couch isn’t what Yoongi had in mind for their first kiss, but it’s perfect.
Jimin sits up, legs caging Yoongi’s torso. He brushes Yoongi’s bangs away from his eyes.
“We should talk about boundaries.”
Yoongi nods, messing up his hair again. Jimin grins and combs it out.
“I hate to say it, but you’re going to have to get up off of my lap.”
Once they’re seated next to each other and the Disney movie is finally shut off, they look at each other.
“So,” Jimin decides to start. He holds Yoongi’s larger hand in both of his and admires the ring. “I’m sex-repulsed, as we established earlier.” He’s referring to when he explained everything about Dongin to Yoongi. “But I’m okay with going as far as making out and getting off without being sexually touched under clothing. Like, I would be fine if you held my bare waist or my bare ass under shorts, but not if you fingered me or anything like that.”
Yoongi nods, in thought. “I’m fine with making out too, I just need to get there slowly initially. Sorry about the kiss.”
Jimin leans into his boyfriend. “Don’t apologize for something you weren’t ready to do,” he admonishes.
Yoongi folds his legs under him on the couch. “I’m also sex-repulsed, and I don't really get hard," he admits. "But I don’t think I would mind helping you get off over clothing,” he muses. “So that’s our limit, right? No actually touching each other’s dicks? I’m okay with your same physical touch limits.”
Jimin tilts Yoongi’s head down to give him a kiss on the forehead. “That works, baby. We’ll go at our own pace.”
Yoongi wakes up to the sound of footsteps stomping into the room. He groans, burying his face into Jimin’s neck.
“Wake up kids, or you don’t get dinner,” Jin’s voice calls from the kitchen.
“I can never get over how soft hyung looks with Jimin,” a voice comments. Namjoon.
“What happened to our dear, sarcastic hyung?” Another fake wails. This voice belongs to Hoseok. It sounds like the two of them are right next to the sofa. He opens one eye, squinting due to the bright overhead lights.
“Shut up,” he grumbles into Jimin’s neck, but he knows they need to get up. He runs a hand through Jimin’s slightly dry locks. “Jimin, baby, Jin hyung is making dinner.”
Jimin stirs, but squeezes his eyes shut tighter. “I don’t wanna get up, Yoon,” he whines. Yoongi’s heart melts. While Jin claimed the right to call him ‘Gi’ Jimin had taken to endearing him with ‘Yoon’.
The nickname doesn’t go missed by the pair hovering over them.
“Yoon? What a sweetheart.”
“Get up, Yoon. Hyung’s making dinner for Jimin and Yoon.”
Yoongi finally pushes himself up. Jimin whines again, but rubs his eyes to focus them to the lighting.
“Shut up, you don’t get to call me Yoon.”
Hoseok fake pouts. “How cold. Jimin, I don’t know how you deal with him.”
The couple stands up. Jimin presses a quick kiss to Yoongi’s lips. “He’s a big softie. All he ever wants are cuddles and kisses,” Jimin teases.
The four of them are walking to the small kitchen table.
Namjoon dramatically throws a hand on his forehead. “When will Yoongi treat us that way, the injustice!”
Yoongi watches Jimin enter the kitchen to help Jin cook dinner with a big smile on his face. Jin ruffles his hair and gives him a task to do, which Jimin starts immediately. The other three take a seat at the table. It gets a little cramped with five of them at the same time, but the mood is anything but uncomfortable. Yoongi is so grateful Jimin found him that night, that Jimin has integrated so seamlessly among his friends, and that he’s fond of Jimin’s best friends, as well.
“Well, that’s the side of me you get when you date me,” he shrugs. He fiddles with the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. “But you’re out of luck. I don’t plan on letting Jimin go.”