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Hoseok’s been talking about his birthday party for months, so Yoongi knows better than to try and skip it this year. He’s been going on and on about the new members on his dance team that Yoongi, Seokjin, and Namjoon have somehow still not met. “It’s been a year!” Hoseok had whined. “How have you not met them? You haven’t even met Jimin! This is a tragedy. It's illegal.” So, they all agree that they’ll be social at his birthday party and meet everyone and stay until Hoseok tells them they can leave to get him to finally shut up about it. Namjoon is already there when Seokjin and Yoongi arrive late, having had to wait for Seokjin to get off of work and stopping off at a liquor store to get Hoseok a bottle of wine before they got there.
“Hyungs!” Hoseok greets them at the door. “Ah, you didn’t have to,” he says, gesturing towards the wine.
“It’s your birthday, of course we have to get you something,” Seokjin says. “Ah, Namjoon-ah, you’re here already.”
“Yes, you left me alone with Hobi’s dance team for so long, I was afraid they were going to make me dance. I could see it in their eyes,” Namjoon shuddered, hanging off of Seokjin a little wobblily.
“You’re already drunk?” Yoongi laughs. “It’s not even 10.” Namjoon just sticks his tongue out at him and pulls them towards the kitchen, exclaiming that he can’t be the only drunk one, so they better start drinking now.
The party isn’t huge, but there are a large number of people that Yoongi doesn’t know since the entire dance department is there. He’s wandering around, making idle chatter with the people he recognizes from previous dance team parties, and heeding Namjoon’s advice to avoid the dance floor, when Hoseok calls him over.
“Ah, Yoongi-hyung, come here! Meet Park Jimin. Jimin-ah, this is Min Yoongi.”
Yoongi looks at Park Jimin and thinks, I know this kid. How do I know this kid? “You changed your hair,” he says, instead of bowing.
Park Jimin immediately flushes to the tips of his ears and Yoongi thinks, oh, he knows how he knows this kid. He knows this kid very intimately. How could he forget, honestly?
“Ah, Yoongi-Hyung, you know Jimin-ah?” Hoseok asks, looking pleased.
Park Jimin looks absolutely mortified, so Yoongi takes pity on him. “We met at a party last year, but I barely recognized him with blond hair,” he says. “You had brown hair then.”
“Well, your hair was bleached then, too,” Jimin says, still red, but seemingly mollified that Yoongi hasn’t outed their history. “I like the black, though.”
Yoongi smiles, running a hand through his black hair. “You could dye your hair bright pink and still look good, probably,” he says, because he can’t help himself.
“Pink, huh?” Jimin says, with a small smile on his face.
“Bubblegum pink,” Yoongi clarifies. He should probably stop flirting with Hoseok’s dongsaeng, but the memory of how Jimin had looked underneath him makes it hard to stop.
Someone in the distance of the party calls out for Jimin, and the moment is gone. Jimin excuses himself and so does Yoongi, leaving Hoseok blinking into the space they used to be.
-
It turns out that Jimin’s roommate, Taehyung, and Seokjin get along like moths to a flame, and Jimin and Taehyung’s friend Jungkook, who’s starting at Seoul University next semester, is going to be in the same vocal class that Namjoon is registered for, and of course, everyone absolutely loves Jimin, so now Yoongi’s in a seven-person group chat with his three closest friends and three underclassmen. They’re all getting dinner later this week, and by the state of the group chat, Yoongi can tell that he’s probably going to have to be friends with Jimin and that sleeping with him again is probably not on the table, which is a shame because Jimin was probably the best lay of his life.
At the restaurant, Yoongi is seated across from Jimin, because of course he is. He means to tone it down, make Jimin realize that they can be friends and that it’s not a big deal that they had a one-night stand last year. It’s not a big deal that they met at a random party that Namjoon had seemingly disappeared from, leaving Yoongi nursing a drink against the wall in a dark living room. It’s not a big deal that Jimin, a little drunk and looking exactly like every dream Yoongi had ever had, slid next to him and chatted him up. It’s not a big deal that Yoongi, a little drunk himself, leaned into him, and let Jimin drag him to the dance floor. And, it’s not a big deal that, when Yoongi had asked, “Is this what you want?” into the space between their lips, Jimin had said, “I want you to take me home,” and so Yoongi did.
So yeah, Yoongi is trying to behave himself, give Jimin some space, and be normal, but Jimin is fun. He’s too fun not to talk to, and he’s too fun not to tease.
“And then, Tae and I were just sitting in the student center—”
“Trying to pretend we weren’t drinking shitty alcohol out of water bottles,” Taehyung interjects.
“Yes, yes, trying to be very sober,” Jimin laughs, “but not doing a very good job of it.”
“And so, so, so very wet.”
“Yeah, it was still raining, so we had to decide whether or not we wanted to wait it out, or just give up and go home.”
“Which involved going out in the rain, so it was not a very appealing decision,” Taehyung grimaces.
“I was working that event,” Yoongi says, thinking back to the concert put on by the University a few months ago that Jimin and Taehyung were referring to, “helping them set up the sound equipment, but the band got so drunk during the rain delay that we were just mostly trying to keep them from breaking all their own stuff.”
“Yes!” Jimin exclaims. “They were totally wasted, and we were hungover and wading through puddles of mud up to our ankles.”
“Man, am I glad I graduated and wasn’t there,” Seokjin says from across the table. “Every story I’ve heard from that night is absolutely miserable.”
“Oh no, it was fun!” Jimin insists. “If a little bit dirtier than preferable.”
“How dirty do you usually prefer it?” Yoongi asks, wriggling his eyebrows a bit.
Jimin blushes faintly, but he rises to the challenge. “Well, that would depend on how dirty you like it, wouldn’t it?”
“Stop, stop! This is not a conversation I want to hear!” Seokjin yells, and Yoongi laughs. This, he thinks, he could get used to.
-
Yoongi’s at Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment with Jungkook and Hoseok, and they’re working out the choreography of the latest girl group hit while Yoongi laughs at them from the couch.
“Ooh, the rap verse! Hyung, this is your part,” Hoseok laughs breathily as the music video loops for the 15th or so time.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Yoongi stands, hyped up on Hoseok’s energy and the feeling of being around Jimin for too long. He holds the tv remote to his mouth as a make-shift microphone and raps the verse as ridiculously as he possibly can, both trying and not trying to make eye contact with Jimin. Taehyung and Jungkook collapse to the ground laughing when Yoongi gyrates his hips in a near-perfect imitation of the idol in the music video playing on the tv behind him. Hoseok tackles him when he’s done flipping his hair dramatically at the end of the verse, and they’re all on the floor laughing when the music video starts over again.
“I think we need to stop, or at least pick a different song,” Yoongi says, out of breath from laughing as the song nears its end again.
“But I like this one,” Taehyung whines at the same time Hoseok says, “There’s a new Taemin music video, isn’t there, Hyung?”
Yoongi does not blush. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, even though Hoseok was there when Yoongi saw it for the first time, eye wide and mouth open.
Hoseok rolls over to tickle Yoongi. “I’m sorry we’ve been watching girl groups this whole time. I forgot you’d rather be watching Taemin.”
Yoongi squirms around laughing, trying to escape. “Leave me alone!”
“Let’s watch Rain,” Jimin says, pointedly avoiding eye contact with everyone, a faint pink high on his cheeks.
“Of course, we have too keep everyone's preferences in mind,” Taehyung teases lightly as he grabs the remote to search for Rain music videos.
Yoongi sneaks a glance over at Jimin, who’s looking right at him, and it’s stupid, it’s so stupid. Yoongi knows Jimin is into guys. They’ve literally had sex. But, Jimin is smiling shyly at him, and Yoongi’s heart is pounding. He smiles back, helplessly.
-
Yoongi would never admit it to the kid, but he loves Taehyung. He’s a huge spaz, and Yoongi would probably kill him if he was forced to spend a significant amount of time alone with him, but he’s funny, and he complements Yoongi’s personality perfectly at times. He’s pretty much Jin, if Jin didn’t feel like he had to be responsible and also was hyped up on caffeine 24/7.
They’re getting lunch on campus in the break between Taehyung’s classes before Yoongi’s first class starts, since Yoongi had artfully crafted his senior schedule so he would never have to get up before 10am. Taehyung is just finishing a story about his Econ professor when he turns to Yoongi with a glint in his eyes.
“So, you and Jimin have a thing.” Never mind, Yoongi hates Taehyung.
“Yeah,” Yoongi answers, trying to sound casual and avoiding Taehyung’s eyes.
“You’re always teasing each other and smiling about it. So smiley, you’re so smiley around each other. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god, you like him!” Taehyung screams, pointing at Yoongi’s face, which is probably smiling.
Yoongi does not blush. “Oh, shut up.”
“He said you asked him to sing on one of your comp projects.” Taehyung is positively gleeful.
“He has a good voice.”
“So does Jungkook. So does Seokjin-hyung, you know, your roommate? Oh my god, I can’t believe this. You really do like him. Are you going to ask him out?”
Yoongi gets a text, which he thanks the powers that be for, because he needs an exit out of this conversation immediately.
“Is that Jimin? It is, isn’t? You guys are so cute!”
“No, it’s not Jimin.” It is, but Taehyung doesn’t have to know that. “I have to leave right now, it turns out. What are the chances?”
“You can’t run away from me, Min Yoongi! This conversation isn’t over!” Taehyung yells as Yoongi manfully flees.
“I can, and I will!” Yoongi yells, exiting the building.
-
Yoongi’s been waiting in the studio space he booked in the music building for about 20 minutes when Jimin finally shows up, carrying take-out from a place near his apartment.
“I’m sorry I’m late! I brought food,” Jimin says slightly out of breath. He probably ran here.
“You got me food to apologize for being late, but isn’t that what made you late in the first place?” Yoongi questions, grabbing the bag from Jimin’s hands and fishing through it.
“No comment,” Jimin says, but he’s smiling bashfully. “I brought you jajangmyeon.”
“Weird how I’ve instantly forgiven you.” Yoongi places the noodles on the table in the studio and gestures for Jimin to sit down.
“So,” Jimin begins when the take-out has been spread across the table, “tell me about this project I’m supposedly singing on.”
“Hmm,” Yoongi begins through a mouth of noodles, “so all graduating music production majors need to turn in a collection of songs—like an EP—as a part of their major requirements. I could just do all rap, but I’ll likely be doing exclusively pop at BigHit next year anyway, so it feels silly to not use this opportunity to work on my skill-set for that. My project will probably end up being half and half, but I’ll have to try to squeeze it in the sweet spot right between the two to make it sound cohesive. “
“It’s so amazing that you already have a job lined up! And at a well-known company, too. It sounds like you’ve really thought about this project a lot.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t ask you to come to the studio if I hadn’t at least thought through the project,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Hey, I mean it! I’m always impressed by you,” Jimin’s eyes are shinning. “Who have you had sing on your songs before? Do you usually sing yourself?”
“I mean I could sing on all my tracks, but I want them to actually sound good, so…”
“Hyung! I’m sure you sound good.”
“Eh, I can make my voice work for a certain kind of song, but it doesn’t sound right on a pop hit. I usually get Seokjin-hyung to sing if I have a pop assignment, but now that he’s graduated, he doesn’t really have the time unless we want to record on weekends. Also, his voice is a little, um, dramatic. Yours is really airy; it inspired the kind of sound I want for this project,” Yoongi says, a little more truthfully than perhaps he intended.
Jimin just stares at Yoongi for a beat. “Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.” They spend a couple seconds looking into each other’s eyes. “So, what’s the plan for today?” Jimin says, finally.
“Well, first we can listen to what I have so far and go over the music and lyrics to see if you have any comments or input on the direction of things. Then we can maybe record some demo vocals, hopefully Namjoon-ah will be here by then, since he’s more experienced at vocal production than me, and then you’ll be free to go until I have everything ready for a final vocal cut, which might be a month or so from now.”
“You want my input on your song?”
“Of course, if you’re singing, your opinion on the song is important. It’s hard to sing well on a song if you hate it,” Yoongi says wryly.
“I have to let you know, I’m very particular when it comes to music,” Jimin says. His eyes are playful.
“Hard to please, are you? Well I do love a challenge.” Yoongi leers a bit in spite of himself. “We can just do a cover of a Rain song, if that's what you want.”
“You’re always teasing me,” Jimin says, but he’s smiling.
“I can stop, if you want,” Yoongi says, and they both know what he means.
“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to stop.” Jimin’s giving him a smile that Yoongi doesn’t dare interpret, for fear of his heart stopping completely.
When Namjoon walks in to the studio, Yoongi and Jimin and sitting on the floor, laughing, with empty take out containers strewn about, as the rough versions of Yoongi’s project loop on his laptop.
-
“I’m thinking of dyeing my hair,” Jimin says when they’re sitting with Taehyung in the library.
“What color?” Taehyung asks. He’s looking at Jimin, but Jimin is looking at Yoongi.
“Pink,” Jimin says, fighting a smile in the corner of his mouth.
“Pink,” Yoongi replies.
“Bubblegum pink,” Jimin grins.
Jimin makes Yoongi go with him to the salon “for moral support,” and also to convince him to bleach his hair again. Yoongi thinks that maybe he’ll never be able to say no Jimin because now his hair is mint green of all colors, and he doesn’t even really regret it. Jimin takes about a hundred selfies with him in the salon and sends them all to the group chat.
“So, what do you think?” Jimin says, running a hand through his now bubblegum pink hair, standing behind Yoongi’s chair and making eye contact with him in the mirror.
“Jimin-ah, you look like a fairy prince out of a shojo anime.”
“You’re one to talk,” Jimin says, smiling and reaching out to tousle Yoongi’s hair which is, as previously mentioned, literally seafoam green. “You look like Hatsune Miku.”
“Yeah, but a manly Hatsune Miku,” Yoongi laughs
“Hatsune Yoongi,” Jimin agrees, and he laughs, too.
When they finally walk out of the salon four hours later, they go for ice cream, and Jimin takes more selfies.
-
Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin’s dance recital is flawless. Yoongi tries to look at Hoseok and Jungkook, he really does, but he can’t look away from Jimin, even on the rare occasions when he’s in the back of a formation. He tries not to be obvious, he always tries, but Taehyung’s facial expression tells him he hasn’t been very successful.
Yoongi is the one saddled with handing out the bouquets afterwards, because of course he is.
“Hobi!” Taehyung yells over the noise backstage, tackling Hoseok into a hug. “You were amazing!”
“Thank you!” Hoseok grins, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. “Are these all for me?” he laughs, gesturing towards Yoongi’s three bouquets.
“Don’t be greedy, you get one,” Yoongi smacks Hoseok on the arm. “But not the pink one, that one’s for Jimin-ah.”
“Why does Jimin-ah have a designated bouquet, but I don’t, hmm?” Hoseok asks knowingly, taking the bouquet that Yoongi holds for him.
Yoongi absolutely does not blush. “When you dye your hair pink then you can get a pink bouquet,” he says, hoping Hoseok won’t call him out in front of Seokjin and Namjoon, who are his only friends dense enough not to pick up on the thing he and Jimin have been doing. Or, his only friends who are polite enough not to point it out, at least. He’s saved from Hoseok’s amused expression by Jungkook tackling him from behind.
“Hyung! Did you like it? Where’s Tae? Tae!” Jungkook jumps from Yoongi to Taehyung as soon as he spots him.
“Hey wait, take your flowers before you run away, you brat.” Yoongi hands the remaining non-pink bouquet to Jungkook.
“Yoongi-yah, you’re supposed to compliment them on the recital when you give them flowers,” Seokjin says through thinly veiled laughter.
“Hey, if you wanted this done a certain way, then you could’ve done it yourself instead of forcing me to do it.” Yoongi turns around and pokes Seokjin in the chest with the pink bouquet.
“Absolutely not, this is much more fun to watch,” Namjoon, the traitor, laughs.
“Hyungs, thank you so much for coming!” Jimin appears behind Namjoon and Seokjin, smiling. He cycles through thanking and hugging everyone before gets to Yoongi. “Are these for me?” he asks, gesturing to the pink bouquet.
“Nah, I got them for myself,” Yoongi says, but he hands the flowers to Jimin, anyway. “I just felt like I deserved it, you know?”
“Of course, of course, sitting in the audience is hard work.”
“You look good. You looked good. You always look good,” Yoongi tries but dramatically fails.
“Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin has that unreadable smile on his face that he gets whenever Yoongi thoroughly embarrasses himself. Yoongi tries to look away, but he can’t.
“Meat!” Jungkook yells suddenly, saving Yoongi from staring helplessly at Jimin. “We’re getting meat!”
“Well, I can’t argue with that,” Seokjin laughs as Jungkook starts manhandling all of them towards the exit. Taehyung pulls Jimin off to the side to whisper something to him, and Yoongi desperately tries to slow down his heartbeat.
-
They’re all at Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment, drinking to life in general. Yoongi is basking in the presence of his six closest friends and the freedom of the end of senior year with a job already lined up.
“I can’t believe I’ll have green hair in all of my graduation pictures,” Yoongi complains, lying on the ground with his arms spread eagle.
“You still have plenty of time to dye it back, you know,” Seokjin reminds him.
“Nooo,” Jimin whines from the floor next to him, “You have to graduate as Hatsune Yoongi. It’s the only thing I want; you can’t take this away from me.”
Yoongi sighs. “No, I guess I can’t.” He’s glad his eyes are closed because he doesn’t want to see anyone’s face. Thankfully, the conversation moves on, and he doesn’t have to face any consequences for his small confession. Only now they’re all talking about sex, because of course they are.
“Jimin had a lot of sex freshman year,” Taehyung adds to the conversation gleefully.
“Oh my god, Tae,” Jimin says as a warning, but Taehyung, a little too drunk, goes on anyway.
“I remember one night he came back at like 4am and he was positively glowing, even though he could hardly walk.”
Jimin is bright red. “Taehyung-ah, please—”
“He went on and on about how hot this guy was, and how good his dick was, and the best he’d ever had, and for weeks he was looking for him at parties, but could only really tell me that he was blond—”
“Tae!” Jimin yells, and then he promptly flees the room, slamming the apartment door behind him.
Everyone is too shocked to react for a moment. Seokjin makes a move to stand, but Yoongi beats him to it, placing a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder to sit him back down.
“Taehyung-ah,” he begins, keeping his voice carefully neutral. It is, after all, not really Taehyung’s fault that he didn’t know that Yoongi was probably the one night stand he’d been teasing Jimin about. “You should be more considerate of your friends’ feelings.” He can feel the confusion in the room, but he lets it lie and moves to follow Jimin out of the apartment.
Yoongi finds Jimin sitting on the steps of the building, head in his hands, and he sits wordlessly beside him for a moment.
“Best you’ve ever had, huh?” he asks into the night with a smile in the corner of his mouth.
“Oh, shut up,” Jimin replies without moving his head from his hands.
“Oh, come on,” Yoongi teases, keeping his voice light. “So what? Yeah, we had sex, and it was…” he trails off, realizing that the word he was going to use was hot, and he thinks that he probably shouldn’t say it.
“Good.” Jimin replies, finishing his sentence for him.
Yoongi laughs, “Good, yes. It was good. It was really good. Is that something to be ashamed of? That we had sex and it was good?”
Jimin laughs weakly and sits up, but he keeps his gaze carefully on the street, not meeting Yoongi’s eyes. “I’m not ashamed,” he says. “I’m embarrassed. I don’t know. I used to sleep around a lot, freshman year, and now I don’t. I know I shouldn’t be ashamed or anything, but it’s not something I do anymore. It feels weird talking about it with people who didn’t know me then. Like I don’t want them to know. I don’t know.”
“You know none of us would judge you for something so trite as how much sex you used to have years ago,” Yoongi says honestly.
“I know,” Jimin says, finally turning to Yoongi. “I know. I’m okay I’m just—” he looks back at his hands, “—embarrassed,” he finishes lamely.
Yoongi hums and leans back on his elbows. He lets the silence between them stretch into a minute or two. “Why’d you stop?” He asks, studying Jimin’s profile.
Jimin looks at him blankly. “Stop what?”
“Sleeping around?”
Jimin just laughs. “Why did you?”
“I’ve never really slept around much, to be honest,” Yoongi says, shrugging.
Jimin raises an eyebrow at that. “You slept around with me,” He points out, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah well, you were…” Yoongi trails off again, caught up in the expression on Jimin’s face. Jimin just looks at him expectantly. “Hot,” he finishes after a beat.
“I was hot?” Jimin teases, wriggling his eyebrows.
“Oh please,” Yoongi scoffs, fighting the smile on his face, “you know you’re hot. I feel like I can never get drunk around you, or I wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you.”
Jimin laughs again. “It’s amazing we made it all the way back to your place, that time, it’s true.”
“Okay, okay,” Yoongi stands, reaching out a hand to help Jimin up, “this is getting too honest. Do you want to go back upstairs, or do you want me to take you home?”
“Take me home, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin smiles, taking Yoongi’s hand to stand. He laces their fingers together, and Yoongi pretends like his heart isn’t thudding in his veins.
“You could tell Taehyung,” Yoongi says as they make their way through the streets of Seoul towards Jimin’s apartment building, hand-in-hand. “I scolded him a bit, but it’s hard to apologize for something when you don’t know the real reason you’ve upset someone.”
Jimin looks up at Yoongi, surprised. “Have you told anyone? Any of them, I mean. About us”
“No,” Yoongi replies, “I haven’t, but there’s no reason they can’t know, right?”
“Hmm, probably not,” Jimin answers, a small smile playing on his lips.
Yoongi glances at Jimin. “You won’t tell him,” He says. It’s a statement, not a question.
“No,” Jimin says, “probably not.”
“Probably not,” Yoongi agrees as they approach Jimin’s building. “Let him stew in it for a bit, at least.”
“Of course,” Jimin says when they stop in front of his door, looking at a Yoongi with that fond expression that he doesn’t dare decipher.
And they stand just like that for a moment, looking at each other for perhaps a second longer then they should. Jimin looks at Yoongi with an expression that’s both heavy and light, like he knows something that Yoongi doesn’t. Maybe he does. Jimin leans forward and kisses him, soft and sweet. He flutters his eyes open when he pulls away.
“Thank you,” he says.
“You’re welcome,” Yoongi replies, though he’s not quite sure what for. He watches as Jimin unlocks the door to his apartment building and disappears inside.
-
Seokjin is cleaning up when Yoongi gets back to the apartment after walking Jimin home. Yoongi silently joins him, picking up plastic cups strewn about the living room.
“Is Jimin-ah alright?” Seokjin asks when they’re both in the kitchen, putting the alcohol away.
“Yeah, he’s fine, just embarrassed.”
Seokjin just hums as he finishes cleaning. He and Yoongi stand in silence for a moment. “You and Jimin…” Seokjin begins, but he trails off, giving Yoongi an exit to the conversation if he needs it.
“Yeah,” Yoongi says instead of taking the exit.
“How’s that going?”
“I think I’m half in love with him,” Yoongi says, and he can’t keep the wistfulness out of his voice.
“Are you, I mean, are you two going to happen? Are you going to ask him out?” Seokjin asks.
“I don’t know. Maybe? I think so.”
“He always flirts back,” Seokjin points out.
“Yeah,” Yoongi smiles dopily.
“Hey, put that smile away, I can’t stand to look at you so happy. You’re going to give me cavities.” Seokjin shoves Yoongi, laughing at him. “Okay, okay, I’m going to bed. There’s been too much excitement tonight; I need to sleep. Just tell me when you two get together, so I can throw a party and embarrass you.”
Yoongi is extremely grateful for Seokjin. “Now you’ll never know, Hyung,” Yoongi laughs as he follows Seokjin out of the kitchen.
-
They’re all out for the first time in a while. It’s more of a bar with a DJ than a club, but it’s late enough on a Saturday night that there’s a crowd on the dance floor. Yoongi feels lighter than he has in a long time, drinking more than he usually lets himself drink. He finishes his beer and asks Seokjin and Namjoon if they want anything, and he gets up to move to the bar. The others are all somewhere on the dance floor, probably. Yoongi hasn’t let himself look.
At the bar, someone slides next to him, pressing into his side. “Fancy seeing you here,” Jimin smiles into his ear, and Yoongi lets himself look.
Jimin is sweaty from dancing, pink hair sticking to his forehead. His face is flushed and he’s looking up at Yoongi through his eyelashes with a confident smile on his face. He’s beautiful. He looks as good as did when they first met. Better, even. After all this time, Yoongi finds he still can’t help himself. He smiles slowly, leering a little. “I could say the same to you.”
“Dance with me,” Jimin says, already pulling Yoongi away from the bar like he knows that Yoongi would never refuse him anything. Maybe he does.
They dance close, bodies touching. It’s both exactly and nothing like it was before. Jimin’s hands are hot on his neck, and Yoongi sneaks his underneath Jimin’s shirt, pulling him even closer by his waist. The air between them is static. Jimin’s eyes are dark, trained on his, and the familiarity of it floors him. He thinks vaguely that all of their friends are in this bar somewhere, too, but he can’t bring himself to care. Yoongi feels like he couldn’t walk away from this if his life depended on it.
“Is this what you want?” Yoongi breathes into the infinitesimal space between their mouths.
Jimin pulls back and fixes Yoongi with a serious look. “Is this what you want?”
And Yoongi can’t help it, he laughs. “Park Jimin,” he says, reaching up his hand to cup Jimin’s face, “with you, I want everything.”
And then they’re kissing, and it’s everything Yoongi remembered and more. It’s wet and hot and Jimin’s hands are everywhere. Yoongi realizes blithely that now he’s up against a wall as Jimin pushes him back against it to look at him.
“Take me home,” he says before kissing him again, sneaking his hands underneath the waistband of Yoongi’s pants.
“Do you have a jacket?” Yoongi asks in between kisses. Jimin’s shirt is half off, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Yeah,” Jimin gasps as Yoongi kisses down his neck, “at the table.”
“Okay,” Yoongi says.
“Okay,” Jimin agrees easily.
When they finally make it back to the table to get Jimin’s jacket, all five of their friends are looking at them in various states of shock. Yoongi figures that even if they didn’t see, it wouldn’t be hard to guess what they’ve been doing by the state of their dishevelment.
“So…” Seokjin tries, but he trails off.
“We’re going to go have sex,” Jimin states, picking his jacket up off of the floor. “Bye.”
Yoongi bursts into the laughter as the expressions on their friends faces morphs from shock to horror and back again. “But will you take me out to dinner, after?” he teases, pushing Jimin gently towards the door.
“Min Yoongi,” Jimin says when they’re out of earshot of their friends, who have begun yelling loudly at them and at each other, “with you, I want everything.”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, and Jimin is looking at him with that same, fond expression, like Yoongi is the only thing he can see. Yoongi smiles helplessly back at him. “You can have it all,” he says.
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(In the morning, they get woken up by the incessant buzzing of their phones. Jimin groans into Yoongi’s neck. “Tell them to shut up,” he croaks out, voice rough with sleep.
Yoongi just hums and reaches for his phone to mute the group chat while carding his fingers through Jimin’s hair.
When Jimin finally checks his messages, he sighs. “They want to know, and I quote, ‘what are you two?’”
“You should go on a date with me,” Yoongi says instead of answering.
“Okay, when?” Jimin agrees easily.
“Right now. For coffee.”
“Okay.”
“Great, now you can tell them that we’re dating.”
“Oh my god, Hyung,” Jimin says, but he’s laughing. Yoongi smiles back at him, helplessly.)