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There were a lot of mistakes Yoongi had made in his life before. There were a lot of mistakes he had made since he became part of BTS and found a new family that would forgive him for his mistakes. Hell, there were a lot of mistakes he made in the past few months, even.
Waking up in a hotel room that was definitely not his in the hotel where the members were staying for the Billboard Music Awards with someone naked on the other side of whatever bed he was in was definitely the biggest mistake he had ever made.
His splitting headache and a swimming stomach told him all he needed to know about how much he had had to drink last night, and the naked body beside him told him the rest of the story. He knew that chances were he had fucked up and he had fucked up bad. He didn’t dare move before he could figure out what had happened lest he wake up the naked person. If this was as big of a mistake as he thought it might be, then he was looking at either having to face the shame of needing the company to pay off someone to not tell their tale of a wild night of passion with a member of BTS or it being too late for that and photos of him drunk off his ass with a stranger in Las Vegas were already out there.
Taking a few slow, even breaths to try and clear away the nausea, Yoongi decided first he had to establish where he was and who was naked beside him. At first glance he hadn’t been able to tell if it was a man or a woman, because all he saw was a bare back and sheets tangled around what appeared to be a round ass and shapely thigh, but upon further looking he presumed it was a man. They had short hair, for one, and the waist wasn’t as curvy as a woman would probably be. The thigh he saw was fairly hairless though he couldn’t tell if it was natural or from a woman shaving, but he felt confident the shoulders and waist belonged to a man.
After looking at the man’s figure a bit longer, however, Yoongi realized that the set of those shoulders and the shape of the person’s neck and ear seemed familiar, and as he looked closer and shifted up onto his elbows to see a bit of a cheek and jaw, he realized with a sinking feeling why.
“Jimin?” he rasped out, shocked at what he saw.
Jimin stirred and rolled onto his back and, sure enough, it was Jimin. Yoongi had a moments hope that this was all a misunderstanding and Jimin had just started stripping while naked, but glancing down at himself he realized that, no, he was also naked. A little bit of peeking under the covers told him everything he needed to know about what happened in that bed, especially since somebody didn’t even bother kicking the half-empty lube bottle out of the bed before they fell asleep and it was leaking all over the mattress beside Jimin’s foot.
A bottle of lube, the obvious signs of sex, and a naked Jimin in the bed next to him all spelled something far worse than he could have imagined already. And worse yet, Jimin stirred again and seemed to be waking up.
“Mmmm, ow.” Jimin made a scrunchy look as he rolled around and blinked. “It’s bright,” he complained, tugging the covers back up over his head, only to freeze suddenly. He peeked out from under the covers with wide eyes and then relaxed visibly when he saw Yoongi. “Oh, Hyung,” he said, tugging the covers back up only to stop and yank them back down again. “Yoongi-Hyung,” he gasped, looking at Yoongi’s naked body, apart from the thin sheet over his lower half. “Oh God,” he said, sitting up entirely, only to freeze once more. His eyes widened as he stared down at the bed and then slowly looked up. “We- did- did we-“
Yoongi’s last hope sank. “I was really, really hoping not, but I-“
“Oh my God,” Jimin whispered, shifting in place slightly. “I-“ He paled. “Oh shit.” Jimin shoved the covers off and Yoongi covered his eyes – though he wasn’t sure why, given the circumstances – as he rushed to the bathroom. Yoongi expected to hear him vomiting, but instead he just heard clattering and pained sounds.
“Jimin?” he called softly, worried by the sounds he was hearing. “Jimin?” He was startled when suddenly Jimin cried out. Yoongi couldn’t let shame and embarrassment win over the part of him that was instantly worried enough to rush to the bathroom door to see what made him scream. “Jimin, what’s-“
Jimin was staring at his hands as he stood – still naked – in front of the sink. “I- I was checking to be sure that I really did feel come on my thighs-“ Yoongi paled at the thought that they hadn’t used condoms. “- and- and when I washed my hands I-“ He turned with tears in his eyes “Hyung, I don’t wear gold rings, I only wear silver ones,” he gasped, holding out his hand.
Yoongi saw instantly what ring he meant. He held his own hands up and his heart plummeted when he spotted a matching one on his own hand. “Oh fuck.”
Yoongi had made a whole heap of horrible mistakes in the last twenty-hour hours, it seemed, but he could have never predicted it would be anywhere near as bad as he really was.
~
Showering and dressing had been extremely uncomfortable and awkward, as was trying to piece together the night before from their phones. Thankfully, neither of them had tweeted anything to the BTS account and neither of them had posted anything embarrassing online at all. It did seem that V had been involved in whatever happened to them last night, because he was in the photos with them, just the three of them at various clubs and bars it seemed. It was almost more worrisome that V wasn’t there with them, meaning he had disappeared on his own as drunk as they must have been to have no memory of the night before.
The last thing Yoongi remembered was an after-after party, one the whole bunch of them had gone to, even Jungkook, who hadn’t been allowed at the official after party since he was underage in America. Since they weren’t being watched as closely at the after-after party up in somebody’s penthouse suite, they had really started partying, drinking whatever they could get their hands on, and generally having a great time.
Last thing Yoongi remembered, he and Hoseok were trying to talk Jungkook into talking to this girl who had been eyeing him up all night while Namjoon charmed a whole couch full of middle-aged women with his dimples and English. He had on idea where Jin, V, or Jimin had been at that party and really he had no idea how the hell he got wherever they were now.
After they were showered and dressed, they sat on opposite sides of the now-stripped bed, not looking at each other. “What should we do?” Jimin whispered and Yoongi felt like the worst bastard ever for what he had done to them both.
He had been thinking about it for a while and he sucked in a breath. “First, we’ve got to tell Namjoon,” he said, and Jimin made a pained sound. “If this is out already, nobody has texted us, so chances are it’s not out. But it could be once everybody gets over their hangovers and remembers they have photos,” he said, paling at the thought. “He’s the responsible one for a reason. He will decide what we need to do or say to the managers and- and work out what’s next.”
“Did you find-“
Yoongi closed his eyes. “There’s a temporary marriage certificate in my jacket pocket. I don’t know what that means.”
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Jimin mumbled, voice high-pitched and shaky. “We had sex,” he said unnecessarily. “Yoongi we might be married and we had sex,” he whimpered.
Yoongi couldn’t even turn to look at his friend. “I- I know it’s no real comfort but I promise, I’m clean. I don’t have anything to give you. I haven’t had sex in nearly two years and I’ve been checked since-“
“Oh God, I didn’t even think about that!” Jimin cried, his voice breaking. “Oh my God, what if you had something!”
“I don’t, Jimin, I’m-“
“But what if you did!” he squeaked. “You came in me and for all I knew at the time you could have- have-“ He whined and Yoongi’s already frozen blood turned even colder in his veins at Jimin’s next words. “Why would I let you do that no matter how drunk?”
What if he hadn’t let him? Yoongi suddenly felt sick at the thought, but it was one he couldn’t escape: What if Jimin hadn’t let him do anything? What if he had forced Jimin to have sex with him? Jimin was right, he wouldn’t normally have unsafe sex, none of them were stupid as that shit with their position, so the only other logical option was that he didn’t choose it.
“Jiminnie,” Yoongi said in a tiny tone, hands shaking. “Are you… hurt? Did I hurt you? Bruises or- or your-“ He couldn’t even say it. “Did I hurt you?” he asked again, voice brittle.
Jimin was quiet before speaking up again. “What do you mean?” he asked. “No, I’m not bruised or anything. I mean, I can feel that I’ve had something inside me, but I’m not sore.”
Yoongi wondered if it was possible he had hurt his friend without force. “Jimin, I don’t know what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember what I did to you. But you’re not the type to do something so careless, and I can’t help but think that maybe I didn’t give you a choice,” he whimpered. “Oh God, Jimin, I’m-“
“What?” Jimin’s voice was more solid. “Yoongi-hyung, what are you-“
“Jimin what if I hurt you and neither of us remember?” he asked weakly.
Jimin didn’t speak and Yoongi didn’t know if that was worse or better than if he had spoken.
~
The first thing they did was discover they weren’t even in the hotel that BTS was booked into. They found a key card and nothing else but the clothes they had been wearing when they went out in the hotel room. They went downstairs and to the front desk, confused to discover they we’re staying in a comped room.
A honeymoon suite.
It wasn’t a big hotel like the one they we’re booked into, and from what they could tell, anybody who paid for the “deluxe” quickie wedding for a free room for the night.
Yoongi had never felt like more if a mess than he did when they had to call Namjoon and ask him to arrange a cab for them since they didn’t have money. Yoongi wasn’t sure how they paid for the wedding, but neither of them had wallets.
Unless they had wallets before and had lost them during their drunken spree of life destroying choices.
When they got to the hotel, someone was waiting to take them to Namjoon's room, which was thankfully empty except for him. When they walked in, he stopped pacing and immediately rushed to hug them both. “Oh thank God,” he said in a rush. “Taehyung woke up this morning and panicked because he remembers going out with you two and came back alone with both your wallets in his jacket.” He pulled back to look them over. “You’re okay right? All in one piece?” he asked with a relieved smile.
Yoongi hated to be the one to rip it from his face but he had to. “We did something bad, Namjoon.” He couldn’t look at Jimin, he hadn’t since he realized what he might have done to him, but he couldn’t look at Namjoon’s face either. “I- We-“
“Here.” Jimin dug the crumpled certificate from his pocket and held it out to Namjoon.
Namjoon looked at it and paled. “This- it’s-“
“I think it’s real,” Yoongi said weakly. “We woke up in a comped honeymoon suite at a shitty hotel and the lady at the front desk said, at least I think she said, that if you pay for the expensive-“ he couldn’t say the word wedding out loud. “Well, you get a comped room. So-so it seems like we really did it.”
Namjoon looked at them in shock. “And how long has this been going on?” he asked in a strangled tone. “You two-“
“It isn’t.” Yoongi closed his eyes. “I swear, if we had gotten together at some point we would have discussed it with the members, but nothing is going on between us.” He knew it was only half a lie. Truly they weren’t together and nothing had ever happened, but Yoongi's feelings had been different for Jimin for a long time. He had lived years ignoring how he felt for Jimin because it could never happen.
Only now it had.
“So this isn’t even a stupid flight of romance, you just got so fucking drunk you thought marriage was a good idea?!” he said harshly. Namjoon didn’t usually curse, so it told them all they needed to know about how angry (and probably afraid) he was. “You’re the most mature one of all of us, Yoongi-hyung, what the hell possessed you to do this?!” he cried, tugging at his hair.
“We don’t know,” Jimin defended quietly. “We don’t remember anything. We have no idea what happened or-or how we got there.” Jimin sniffled and Yoongi's heart broke when he realized he was crying silently the whole time Namjoon panicked.
Namjoon also seemed to realize he was upsetting Jimin and he calmed down. “I will have to call the managers. We can handle figuring out if this is legal and binding or not, if anything is out about it, and what we can do from here.” He smiled a terrible attempt at a reassuring smile. “Maybe nobody else but us three ever have to know about it. I feel bad keeping secrets from the others but this is embarrassing and I wouldn’t embarrass you just for the sake of not keeping secrets.”