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The first time it happened it had been a surprise to both of them.
It all started after a long and scruciating week of schedule, the disappointed scolding from his managers when he kept messing up recording, and when he clumsy twisted his foot while dancing. Yoongi took pity on him and had invited him to the Genius Lab. Out of a whim, Yoongi had offered him a drink, in which he kept a bottle on the last drawer of his desk.
This was not the only time in which Jimin had drank alcohol. One time, with the help of Taehyung and Hoseok, he had been carried home after too many shots at the bar. He had drank so much one time he had puked all over the foyer, and had been made to clean it up even when he should have been nursing his hangover. Another time, he had drank so much he had stupidly jumped into the Han river at two in the morning with Taemin which resulted with both of them getting sick just before their performance. So no, Jimin was no stranger to alcohol, and sure he had a bad record with it. If anything that should have been his indicator to stop, but Jimin couldn’t and wouldn’t. He liked drinking. He liked how it made him feel both free and worry free. He would be crazy to let that feeling dissipate, so no, he would drink to his grave if he had to.
So when Yoongi offered Jimin didn’t even hesitate. After couple of the long drags from the bottle the pair sat on the sofa, slowly inching their bodies together without even knowing. Soft music playing in the background, work forgotten, as they talked deep into the night. This was Jimin’s favorite side of Yoongi, when he was more drunk than buzz and they would just talk. They talked about everything and nothing, and Jimin loved it. So eventually Jimin opened up as well. He told Yoongi how much of a disappointment he was, how much of a failure he felt when the managers had yelled at him about his vocals, and how much he hated his looks. He even admitted at how jealous and guilty he felt towards Taehyung because of Jungkook.
“You’re in love with Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice was deep and groggy, but all the while sympathetic.
“I don’t know how to reign it in,” Jimin continued pouring out his heart, “It’s not Taehyung’s fault that Jungkook likes him more than me. It’s not Tae’s fault that I’m not good enough.”
“I know the feeling.” Yoongi reached out and softly touched the back of his head brushing his fingers through his blonde hair. “I have feelings for Hoseok.”
“I know.” Jimin admitted, everyone in BigHit new that, just like everyone knew his feelings towards Jungkook.
But just like everything important, no one ever talked about it, because that made it true, and they couldn’t afford for the group to suffer.
“You know what’s fucked up?” Yoongi continued, “It’s that Hoseok isn’t even gay or bi-sexual. If he were then maybe I would have a chance.”
“You know what’s even more fucked up?” Jimin asked feeling the sting in his eyes, “that I don’t even know if Jungkook likes men or women. Even if he did, he would go for someone that isn’t me.”
“That is fucked up.” Yoongi agreed. “As for your voice, how many times do I have to tell you? I-love-your-voice. Don’t let the managers bring you down.”
“Do you really like my voice?” Jimin asked.
“I like it so much I would like to taste it.” Yoongi said drawing and inching forward a little.
“That doesn’t even make sense!” Jimin laughed throwing his body forward, but just like that he stopped when his face was close to Yoongi’s.
He couldn’t help but look down at the older boy’s lips, and wondered how they tasted. He licked his own feeling suddenly hot around his collar. He looked up to Yoongi’s eyes ready to apologize, but the dark look behind his eyes caught his breath. And out of impulse and low inhibitions, the pair leaned forward with such force it almost hurt, their lips hungrily seeking each other. Jimin could hear both of their breathing, it was hard as Yoongi sucked on his bottom lip just as hard. Jimin opened his lips allowing him entrance and Yoongi’s tongue was hot against his. Jimin gripped Yoongi’s blue hair into his hands drawing him closer, and it wasn’t until he let out a moan escape his throat that sobbered them up quickly.
They separated, each at the opposite corner of the sofa. The music still playing, but it sounded a little bit too loud now. Jimin reached with the tip of his fingers over to his lips. His eyes big and wide, this was his first kiss. Idol life had taken more than their childhood away, it had also taken away experiences normal people went through. Kissing and making-out, and dates just few to mention. Idol life had given him so much more, but he had never kissed anyone, and innocent pecks he gave or received from loved ones did not count.
This was different. This was alien to him, but if he were being truthful, he did not disliked it.
It wasn’t something he had imagined himself doing, especially not with Yoongi. Not that he didn’t find Yoongi unworthy, but not what he had envisioned his first kiss to be like. He had always thought that his first kiss would be with someone he was dating, and they would be out on a date preferably dating for awhile so that it wouldn’t be awkward. He envisioned flowers and maybe a long walk on a beach, preferably Busan’s beaches. Maybe have shared that first kiss with Jungkook.
Not here in the building in which he worked. At a studio to one of his idol members, with whom he had no romantic feelings towards and who said individual had no romantic feelings towards him. Definitely not half-drunk after a shitty week with a semi throbbing ankle, pent up hormones, and confused out his mind.
“Shit I’m sorry Jimin.” Yoongi finally said getting up turning off the music.
“I’m sorry too.” Jimin said finding it hard to look at the older boy whom just few minutes ago he had been kissing. “It’s just that.”
“I know,” Yoongi said going over to him. “Let’s just go home.”
Jimin wanted to protest, he wanted to tell Yoongi that he took his first kiss and demand it back. But it was ridiculous, a kiss couldn’t be taken back, and he felt way too embarrassed to admit it. So he nodded and took Yoongi’s offered hand and they somehow made it back to the dorm after a long and awkward walk.