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‘What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off, Jimin … then lie down and spread your legs.’
Jimin pulled his sweatshirt off as he approached Yoongi’s bed. His boyfriend was angry at him for spending the evening chatting to a friend They’d been at an industry event — an awards ceremony — and Sungwoon had been there, much to Jimin’s delight. He hadn’t seen the Wanna One member for a while and it was good to catch up with him. To be honest, he hadn’t stopped to think of how Yoongi would feel, just sitting through the whole event, next to Jimin but practically ignored by him. Still, they saw each other every single day; often spent all day together, and even slept in the same bed most nights. Surely Yoongi could Jimin for a spare a couple of hours and not feel the need to ‘fuck Sungwoon out of’ his head!
Jimin smirked to himself. He’d always suspected that Yoongi’s bouts of jealousy were not actually real. He probably just worked himself up imagining stuff with the sole purpose of giving Jimin ‘hell’ later Well, as ‘hell’ tended to translate into sessions of insanely intense love making, Jimin wasn’t complaining. Now, when he got jealous (yes, Jimin admitted that he did get pouty on the very rare occasions hyung’s wholly innocent attention wandered away from him to someone else), he would just get all weepy and demand Yoongi cuddle and kiss him for hours. And Yoongi didn’t seem to mind that! So, it was all good, really.
But … Jimin was feeling a little rebellious that night; he was reluctant to let Yoongi get his way. Why should he always get his way, right? Jimin pouted at his hyung, and hooked his thumb into the waistband of his sweats, but didn’t pull the pants down.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Jimin. ‘Hurry, Jimin. Hyung is waiting.’
‘But hyung, I didn’t do anything wrong. I love you, I don’t care about Woonie.’
‘Why are you even calling him Woonie. If he’s just a friend then you shouldn’t be using cute nicknames on him.’ Yoongi glared at Jimin.
‘Everyone calls Sungwoon Woonie,’ retorted Jimin. He unhooked his thumb from the waistband of his pants, threw back the bed covers and crawled under them. ‘I’m tired, hyung. Let’s just sleep.’
Yoongi just looked at him. Seconds passed and then the rapper, his face unreadable as always, walked over to the door and flicked off the light switch before returning to the bed and getting under the covers. ‘Good night, Jimin,’ said Yoongi and turned onto his side, with his back to the younger man.
Jimin was momentarily stunned into silence. He had not expect Yoongi to act this way. He had expected his boyfriend to be more aggressive, maybe overpower him (which Jimin found terribly sexy), maybe even spank him for his disobedience (OK, so Jimin liked being spanked, so what?), not just turn over and go to sleep. Was he asleep? Jimin turned towards Yoongi, scooting to close and pressing himself onto the older man’s back.
‘Hyung,’ he whispered. ‘Hyung, are you really going to sleep?’
No answer.
Jimin put a tentative hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. ‘Yoongi hyung, sweetie, don’t sleep yet, OK? You haven’t kissed me good night.’
‘Jimin you said you wanted to sleep, so sleep,’ said Yoongi sternly.
‘Aww, Yoongi, you know I can’t sleep unless you kiss me good night.’
‘Don’t be a pest, Park Jimin, you know you can sleep without my good night kiss — you did it for years.’
Jimin pouted in the dark and nuzzled Yoongi’s shoulder blade.
‘I hope you’re not pouting, Jiminie.’
Yoongi knew Jimin so well! The younger man almost giggled, internally perking up at his hyungi’s use of his nickname. It was a promising sign. He put his arm around Yoongi’s waist and snuggled into him. ‘Yoongi hyung, I love you. Please turn round and kiss me.’
‘No.’
‘Pleeeeease, hyung. Hyung, I love you so much. I need your kiss.’
Yoongi moved Jimin’s arm off his body. ‘Go to sleep, Jimin.’
Jimin bit his lower lip in frustration. This just wouldn’t do. Hyung was really punishing him and Jimin wasn’t having it. In the first place, he hadn’t done anything wrong and didn’t deserve Yoongi’s cold shoulder treatment. Also, Jimin wanted very much to make love to Yoongi. It had been a couple of days since the last time and Jimin missed hyung’s touch. He couldn’t believe his little plan to take control of the situation had backfired like this.
‘Hyung,’ he tried again. Maybe if he pretended to be a little more apologetic … ‘Hyung, I didn’t know you would be mad at me chatting with Sungwoon. I’m sorry I left you alone. I miss you, Yoongi hyung. I love you so much.’ He nuzzled the back of Yoongi’s neck and kissed it softly. ‘Don’t be mad at me, hyung.’
‘I’m not mad, Jimin,’ said Yoongi. ‘You’re right though, we should sleep.’
‘B—but I don’t want to sleep,’ whined Jimin. Oops, there it was! He hadn’t meant to let on, but surely Yoongi knew exactly what he meant. He knew Jimin was always crazy for him.
But Yoongi didn’t react and so Jimin decided that he should step up his efforts. He trailed the tip of his tongue lightly across the nape of Yoongi’s neck and then grazed his teeth on the skin there. At the same time, he embraced Yoongi, placing his hand flat on Yoongi’s chest and massaging it lightly.
‘Shit, Jimin.’
Jimin smiled in the dark and continued nibbling and licking the soft skin of Yoongi’s neck.
‘Yoongi, my darling hyung, I want you. Please make love to me?’
Yoongi growled. ‘Don’t you ever ignore me again, like you did tonight,’ he said hoarsely.
‘I—I promise I won’t, hyung.’
Yoongi leant back into Jimin, his hand reaching for his boyfriend. He gripped Jimin’s bottom and pushed their bodies together. ‘You know I can’t resist you, Jiminie.’
‘I can’t resist you either, hyung,’ whispered Jimin. ‘I want you all the time, you know.’
Yoongi turned to lie on his back, reaching out for Jimin and gathering him into his arms. ‘Do you really, Jimin? Tell me.’ And he tilted his head up to kiss his boyfriend deeply.
‘Mmm …,’ moaned Jimin against Yoongi’s mouth, his tongue sliding against the other’s, his hips grinding into Yoongi’s. Breaking the kiss, he said, ‘Sometimes when we’re performing, I suddenly think of you fucking me and I just can’t wait til I feel your hands on me again.’
‘Fuck, Jimin. When you do those hip thrusts all I can think of is me being under you.’
‘That’s what I think of too,’ said Jimin huskily. ‘Or I think of you riding me and me thrusting up into you.’
‘I love it when you ride me too.’
They kissed each other, their kisses wet and hard and a little desperate.
‘I love you, Park Jimin,’ whispered Yoongi against Jimin’s mouth.
‘I know you do.’
‘I could kiss you forever.’
‘I want you to be the only one to kiss me. Til I grow old and you don’t want me anymore because I’m all wrinkly.’
‘Pfft, I will be even older and more wrinkly and I’ll think your wrinkles are cute.’
They embraced, holding on for dear life as if that was their last night together -- heaven forbid!
Presently, Jimin said, ‘Jokes aside, hyung, you weren’t really angry about Sungwoon, were you?’
‘Mmmf …’ Yoongi, face buried in Jimin’s neck fidgeted awkwardly. ‘Nnn—no. B—but …’
‘But?’
‘You just made me feel lonesome tonight, Jiminie.’
‘Aww, hyung, I’m so sorry.’ Jimin drew back and cupped Yoongi’s face in his small hands. ‘I didn’t mean to make me you bad. I love you so much. I love it when we’re together. I wouldn’t have been able to chat so much to Woonie if you hadn’t been by my side, you know.’
Yoongi blinked in the dark. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, if you’d been sitting away from me, with one of the others, I’d have missed you so much, and I’d have been sad. And I wouldn’t have felt in the mood to talk to Woon.’
‘Oh.’
‘That’s really silly, isn’t it?’ Jimin bit his lip, glad that the shadow-filled room hid his blushes. ‘We are together so much, but I miss you when you’re not by my side.’
Yoongi brushed Jimin’s hair back from his forehead and planted a warm kiss between his eyebrows. ‘It’s not silly, Jimin. It’s fucking sweet. And, guess what? I feel the same.’
‘You do?’
‘I do. I miss you like crazy when you’re not being an annoying brat near me.’
Jimin pinched Yoongi’s cheek, a little too hard.
‘Ouch! Jimin WTF!’
‘You miss me, yet you spend so much time holed up in that damn studio of yours!’
‘I’m working, baby.’
‘Working! And you still haven’t written me that song you promised me years ago.’
‘You know damn well I’ve written you songs, but you just refuse to write lyrics for them. Instead you collaborate with Joon and Kookie—’
‘Shhh.’ Jimin stopped Yoongi’s rant by pressing his fingers to his boyfriend’s lips. ‘I’m not in love with Joon or Kook. I’m in love with you.’
‘I know.’
‘Do you? Tell me what you know.’ Jimin stroked Yoongi’s cheek.
‘I know I want to marry you.’
‘So you’ve said. I want to marry you too. What else?’
‘I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you even though you’re fucking annoying.’
‘I see we’re on the same page.’
Yoongi leaned his forehead on Jimin’s. ‘I want us to make a song together. I’m sorry it’s taking so long.’
'I'll write those lyrics. I just want them to be perfect. Also ... about Christmas Day — Kook wanted to do that.’
‘I understand. It’s not a big deal. I’m sorry I brought it up.’
‘And I went to Joonie for help with Promise because I couldn’t ask you to help me with a song I was writing to you.’
'That song gave me sleepless nights. I wondered who you'd fallen in love with.'
'I hadn't quite admitted I was in love with you then. I just wanted you to like me. I wanted it so much.'
‘I know.’ Yoonmin pressed his lips tenderly to Jimin’s. ‘Thank you, Jiminie. You’ve always, always blown my mind.’
‘Make love to me, Yoongi. I miss you.’
They kissed, a long, lingering deep kiss that hit every spot and then some. Jimin couldn’t get close enough to Yoongi. He wrapped a leg round his boyfriend and held him tight.
‘I want to make you feel really good, Jimin,’ said Yoongi, his voice low and rough. “I want to kiss you all over and fuck you deep and slow.’
Jimin panted, straining against Yoongi, his dick hard. ‘P—please, hyung.’
‘I’m gonna make you scream and wake the others,’ Yoongi warned.
‘Promise?’
‘I promise.’
THE END