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The first one is a mistake.
Night had brought darkness into the room when Jimin finally has exhausted himself enough to stop. He is drawn into Yoongi’s studio like a pirate following the sound of a singing siren. He could feel the waves crashing against his body but something in him had to keep going. Yoongi stops messing around with lyrics when he shows up, punching the numbers into the coded locker and walking in without saying a word.
He looks tired, even more than Jimin, probably from overworking himself and overthinking about everything on top of it.
Jimin sometimes feels uneasy with how much he knows about Yoongi compared to the other members. He lives with all of them after all, but somehow he can recite Yoongi’s routine and silent habits in his sleep by now. It’s a scary thought, for all he knows.
Both of them are a bit tipsy with sleepiness. Yoongi throws himself on the couch, ripped jeans stretching when he spreads his legs in a way that makes Jimin’s mouth dry. His cheeks are flushed and when Jimin thinks he can’t mess up his blonde locks more he lifts a hand and runs it through them. Jimin takes a seat next to him, ignoring the way the skin on their arms touch, making him gulp down.
Yoongi has this silent way of taking care of Jimin when he’s down. They sit, side by side, and he starts running his mouth of about the verses and songs he’s working on, about Seokjin’s annoying habits, talking until Jimin’s personal grey cloud is no longer floating over his head. Is almost like Yoongi’s can sense and work with every mood of Jimin’s and the younger can help but feel deeply thankful.
Then it happens. Jimin laughs at something Yoongi says, eyes crinkling up as he throws his head back and when he looks at Yoongi again he has the most dumbfounded expression on his face, mouth shaped in a circle as he breaths out a small noise. If Jimin was any more delusional he’d think that was because of him, but he sure isn’t about to be hopeful about something so far from reality.
At least that’s what Jimin though, because a second later Yoongi is whispering a breathy hey that Jimin answer with a hi there , sounding as breathless as him.
“Come here,” Yoongi says. He's still looking struck, as if the realization has yet to sink in and Jimin wonders for a moment if this is a dream. But the way Yoongi fidgets with his fingers, eyes searching everywhere for a sign that Jimin didn't want this is way too real. Jimin has every single detail in Yoongi carved inside his chest. Yoongi was like wildfire for Jimin, spreading through him as if he was the spark and all Jimin had to do was give Yoongi the fuel to destroy him.
So much of their relationship is a blurry line between being members of Bangtan and just Yoongi and Jimin. He had wondered once in awhile if his infatuation was only justified because he had to. Had to touch more often, had to say cheesy things that he meant but didn't felt less cringy in front of strangers. But Yoongi is a different person and Jimin can’t help but second guess him every time they did anything remarkably less friendly.
He isn’t about to say no to this opportunity though. If anything, he is hesitant about Yoongi. Jimin knows of himself and he's afraid of how hard will hurt if something happens and Yoongi decides he's not doing this. But something in his hyung’s eyes tell Jimin what he’s got nothing to fear.
Recognizing the glint in Yoongi’s eyes, he scoots closer with hesitation. Jimin feels something spreading inside him and he knows it's burning everything. Yoongi is burning him, but Jimin wouldn't have it any other way.
Except Jimin is afraid of feeling, of ruining the status quo. Anything that could take the comfort away. He knows that in this life he doesn't have time for second guessing, but Yoongi looks like he's not backing out, hand still extended for Jimin to take it. He eyes Jimin with caution, like he's afraid the younger would turn around and run away. Jimin is not sure if he's wrong.
Then Jimin is straddling Yoongi, legs spread so he can sit back on his thighs and Yoongi is leaning up. With a warm hand against Jimin’s check, Yoongi finally kiss his lips. For a moment the world stops spinning, Yoongi is warm around him and Jimin feels too much. If the thought of kissing Yoongi before was enough to make his core catch fire, Jimin can’t even compare it to the real thing. It’s mostly because he can’t feel nothing anymore. Everything is numb except from his lips, his neck and hips, where Yoongi is touching him with gentle but firm hands and lips. Almost like he needs Yoongi’s permission now to exist, as if he can’t do it without Yoongi around him.
They know this is wrong, but somehow Yoongi’s makes Jimin forget about everything outside this four walls, sliding his lips smoothly against his. Something inside Jimin wants to cry out when the older man squeezes his hips, pulling Jimin’s chest against his so they’re touching everywhere. Almost like Yoongi can’t get enough of Jimin and honestly, Jimin probably feels the same way.
He does moan, high pitched and long, when Yoongi pushes his tongue into Jimin’s mouth. The warmth of it feels so good and the way the velvet texture brushes inside him makes Jimin hungry for more. So more he gets, pushing himself down against Yoongi’s legs and holding the elder’s face with body hands, tipping his head back so he can deepen the kiss.
The way Yoongi gives in, letting Jimin control him, speaks volumes. The trust in his moves, the way he lowers his hand to join the other on Jimin’s hips and the way he hands himself over to the beautiful man sitting on his lap. Jimin does what he does best and feeds on it like his life depends on this moment.
The first kiss is a mistake, but when they part to catch their breaths, staring at each open in hope of saying with their eyes whatever can’t be put into words right now, Jimin knows he wants more.
Jimin stares in awe at Yoongi, hearing the unsteady puffs of air coming out his mouth. He looks right at Yoongi’s kissed swollen, red lips, at his messy hair and the way his eyes seem to try hard and focus on Jimin’s face. For a moment his eyebrows furrow, but then they seem to relax. Yoongi tilts his chin up, falling back against to couch and adjusting his position. His neck is in display like this, black t-shirt falling away from his collarbones in a delicious way that makes Jimin’s mouth water. But Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s sides and pulls him gently, passing the message. Jimin tries not to smile when he dives into Yoongi once again eyes shutting close even before his lips find Yoongi’s wet ones.
They kiss, wet sounds and small moans of satisfaction filling the studio at each passing second, hands roaming everywhere now in a way that Jimin can’t help but feel his whole body throbbing at the perspective.
Yoongi is a bad dancer, but he’s got music in his moves thanks to producing and rapping. Jimin feels in the way his every move completes itself with the next one and acts as a follow up from the previous one. How Yoongi pulls his hips up and grind against Jimin right before pushing his tongue inside his mouth when Jimin hangs it open at the surprise. The way he runs his finger against Jimin’s thighs so he can watch Jimin pressing against the touch, losing focus in whatever he’s doing. That's when Yoongi takes back the control.
Yoongi kisses Jimin likes he’s a starving man, tasting every corner of his mouth with so much passion Jimin feels dizzy. He holds onto Jimin with his life and kisses him until neither of them can breath anymore. When Jimin finally can’t take anymore he pulls away, forehead pressed against Yoongi’s, eyes still closed. He can feel Yoongi’s chest rising as he catches his breath, brushing against Jimin. He’s checking to see if any part of him is not burning up, but Yoongi is touching him everywhere and he feels like his whole body is catching fire.
“This okay?” Yoongi hums, rubbing their noses together. His hands are coming up against Jimin’s sides and underneath his shirt and Jimin tries not to hold his breath or tense. “Do you want to stop?” he asks softly and Jimin’s heart skips a beat.
“I don’t think I can stop,” Jimin admits in a small voice. He opens his eyes to meet Yoongi’s, taking in the serious way he’s looking at Jimin.
“Yeah, me neither,” Yoongi says, nodding slightly. He’s staring between Jimin’s eyes and his lips as if he’s having some internal struggle, but it’s soon gone, replaced by a look of determination. Yoongi’s hand find Jimin’s locks and pulls him in, until their breaths are mixing and Jimin can’t keep his eyes open, diving in slightly for another kiss.
He leaves Yoongi to control it again, to afraid that his shaking figure won’t be enough for it. There’s just something delicious in the way Yoongi bites down on his lip and pulls, sucking at the flesh before coming back for more. Jimin tries to keep his moans in, just like he tries not to grind down on Yoongi, but for now his body seems to be moving on his own, making all these things in a way that has Jimin blushing.
In the dim light of the studio, Jimin lets himself melt against Yoongi’s body, kissing away all of his worries, one by one. He’s so greedy for the older boy, pulling for more, begging to be touched and kissed until there’s no energy left in both of them. They don’t stop after the third, fourth and fifth kiss. After the sixth Yoongi lifts Jimin slightly only to throw him against the couch, head supported on the armrest and Yoongi nips at his neck and shoulder, feeding off of his noises. Jimin lets him, pilant through every move of Yoongi’s, spreading his legs open so the elder can fit between them. He tries to keep his moans to himself, even hopes Yoongi will swallow the ones he can’t. From the looks of it the other likes to hear Jimin falling apart beneath him, if the way he pulls away to hear him better is anything to go by, moaning back every time Jimin makes a sound.
They kiss until Jimin feels like it’s too much and that he won’t have the energy to go further. They kiss until everything starts to slow down and neither of them can keep their eyes open and bodies moving anymore. Then Yoongi starts to bring them down from the collective high, trying to catch a breath as he kisses whatever parts of Jimin’s skin he can reach. Then he leaves a final kiss at his adam’s apple, laying his head down against Jimin’s shoulder. They hold each other close and neither of them is ready to let go yet. They stay in silence, bodies pressed against one another, breaths getting mixed up in the hot air of the studio and Jimin thinks that whatever questions he has are due to another time. Right he can enjoy Yoongi’s presence and try the most to keep this moment forever printed on his thoughts.