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Jimin wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, betraying the nervousness he was trying so hard to hide. The only thing he had to do was knock on the door. He could do this. His boyfriend was waiting for him.
His boyfriend.
Jimin’s cheeks heated up just thinking about Yoongi. Was he always going to be this nervous and jittery when they met up? He thought he’d be over this after their second date, when they had the official let’s-be-boyfriends-talk. Now that they were officially dating, Jimin could kiss Yoongi whenever he wanted – this thought alone multiplied the butterflies he felt in his tummy.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Okay, Jimin could do this. He had dated before. Granted, he had only been with one other person who turned out to be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but Yoongi was different. Yoongi accepted his little space, indulged him even. He had slipped during both dates they had gone on and Yoongi had handled the situation perfectly each time. Yoongi made sure he ate, called him the sweetest pet names, even Taehyung talked highly of him. There was no reason to be this nervous.
Jimin shook his head and lifted his hand. Before he could think twice, he knocked. Something fell on the other side of the door and he could hear Yoongi’s muffled curse, making Jimin giggle and forget about his nervousness.
The door opened and there he was, his boyfriend, in all his glory. Yoongi was wearing a pink, frilly apron, cheeks flushed red and black hair a mess. He was holding a spoon in his right hand. “You’re early.”
“I am?” Jimin frowned, checking his phone. They had agreed to meet up at six and it was five minutes past six now. “I’m not. You’re just late,” he said, grinning.
Yoongi groaned. “I must have lost track of the time. Come on in, baby.”
Jimin stepped inside and began taking off his shoes. “Were you cooking? I heard something fall, I think.”
He looked back up at Yoongi, whose cheeks had gotten redder. “Yeah, you surprised me so I dropped this.” He held up the spoon sheepishly.
Jimin smiled, endeared. “Come here,” he said, before opening his arms. Yoongi immediately stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jimin. The last of Jimin’s nervousness disappeared, leaving behind a warm and content feeling. He really shouldn’t have been so nervous – Yoongi was still the same, still silly and caring and so so warm.
“Let’s get some food in you, baby,” Yoongi said, unwrapping his arms from Jimin and taking his hand instead. He led him towards the kitchen, where the smell of pasta sauce reached Jimin’s nose.
“You made pasta?”
His boyfriend hummed, pulling out one of the chairs at the dinner table for Jimin to sit on. He sat down and Yoongi walked behind the kitchen counter to grab their plates. Yoongi served him a creamy pasta with salmon and broccoli and Jimin’s mouth watered. “It smells amazing, hyung.”
Yoongi smiled, a small smile that showed he was proud of himself. “Just wait until you taste it.”
They ate in silence, holding hands. It was a little difficult to eat like that, but it was worth it – Jimin loved Yoongi’s hands, soft and warm and so big they made his own hands seem extra small.
“How was work?” Jimin asked after he had almost entirely finished his plate.
“It went well. Namjoon nearly spilt his coffee on me, nothing unusual.”
Jimin laughed, shaking his head softly. Yoongi had told him all about his clumsy co-worker before. Namjoon was one of his best friends, someone he had known the longest out of all of his friends. They went to university together – both studying Music Production – and even worked for the same company now.
“Did you finish any new songs?”
Yoongi coughed, looking embarrassed for some reason. “Oh, uhm. Yeah, I did. It’s nothing important though, more of a side project really.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes. His boyfriend was acting suspiciously. “Can I hear it?”
Yoongi gulped. “Not yet. But soon, pinkie promise.” He squeezed Jimin’s hand, silently begging him to drop it. Jimin hummed. He was still curious, but he didn’t want to pressure Yoongi.
They did the dishes together, side-by-side, leaning into one another playfully. It was the first time Jimin smiled so much doing chores. Yoongi just seemed to make everything better somehow.
“Do you want to watch a movie, baby?”
“Only if we cuddle.”
“Obviously,” Yoongi deadpanned. Jimin giggled.
They settled on the couch after Yoongi set up some romcom movie on his laptop. Yoongi was big spooning him and Jimin could feel him all around him, warming him up. Jimin sighed, content, and snuggled his back a little closer to Yoongi’s tummy. His boyfriend wrapped his arms around him, his left arm supporting Jimin’s head. He kissed Jimin’s neck, a featherlight touch, and Jimin smiled. He was out like a light only ten minutes into the movie.
♡♡♡
Jimin woke up feeling way too hot. He whined, then pushed against the source of warmth. A dissatisfied grunt. A loud thud. Then: “Jimin…”
Jimin opened his eyes to the sight of his boyfriend on the floor of the bedroom. He was pouting, staring at Jimin angrily. To Jimin he just seemed like a kitten. He snorted, then started laughing. Yoongi tried to keep up his angry façade, but the sound of Jimin’s giggles made it hard to stay upset.
“You pushed me off the bed, you little menace,” Yoongi whined.
Jimin just kept laughing, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said without sounding apologetic in the slightest. “Come back here.” Jimin moved back to make more room for Yoongi.
“What? So you can push me off again?”
“No!” More giggles. “So we can cuddle!”
Yoongi sighed loudly, obviously faking his annoyance. “But if we cuddle, who’s going to make breakfast?”
“Considering I would probably burn down your kitchen: you.” Jimin smiled cheekily. Yoongi huffed but crawled into bed again anyways. He wrapped his arms around Jimin and pulled him close, leading his head to his chest so Jimin could rest there. He heard Yoongi’s heartbeat and calmed down. The sound was so soothing, he could easily fall asleep again. Yoongi started playing with his hair and Jimin made a small, content humming sound. Yoongi chuckled.
“Are you purring?”
“Shut up.”
♡♡♡
They established some sort of routine after officially becoming boyfriends. Jimin came over to Yoongi’s place twice a week for some much-needed cuddle time. He slept over, then left for classes around the same time Yoongi left for work. Fridays were date days – they went out in the afternoon after Jimin’s classes, usually to aquariums, museums, or parks for a picnic. Yoongi visited Jimin and Taehyung’s place once a week so he could get to know Taehyung better. He didn’t stay over, but he did stay late and only left once Jimin fell asleep on the couch.
It was a couple of days after they celebrated their one month anniversary – with a date at the dog park again, followed up by a picnic with all of Jimin’s favourite foods – when Yoongi suggested having a movie night with some of their friends.
“I know they’ll love you,” Yoongi said. They were lying on the couch at Yoongi’s place, Jimin on top of Yoongi while Yoongi played with his hair. Jimin was lying with his head resting on Yoongi’s chest and used that as an excuse to avoid his boyfriend’s eyes. “We don’t have to make it a big deal, just some pizza and movies. We could meet up at Namjoon’s place, he has the biggest living room and could definitely fit everyone.”
Jimin hummed, letting his boyfriend know he was listening.
“I’ll tell you more about Jin and Jungkook beforehand so you won’t feel as nervous. It’ll be like meeting old friends. Would you be up for that, baby?”
Jimin moved his head, now resting his chin on Yoongi’s chest instead of his cheek so he could look him in the eyes. “If we do the movie night,” he said slowly, “will you tell them that I… you know… just in case?”
Yoongi blinked, trying to make out what Jimin meant. When he figured it out, his eyes went wide. “Oh. No, baby, I won’t tell them you age regress. It’s not my place to tell them, now is it?” Jimin lifted his head up to nod. “If you happen to regress, I’ll just tell them you’re tired and we can go home. They don’t have to know.”
Jimin smiled and leaned forward to kiss Yoongi. “Thank you, Yoongs. The movie night sounds good. Let’s just avoid Disney movies, all right? I don’t want to regress in a room full of people I barely know.”
Yoongi’s eyes sparkled when he heard the new nickname. “Deal. They’re amazing, pinkie promise. I’ll make a PowerPoint about them so you’re prepared.”
Jimin laughed, his full body falling forward by the force of it and nearly headbutting Yoongi. “You’re so extra.”
Yoongi smiled. “Only for you.”
“Extra and cheesy.”
♡♡♡
They all met up on Saturday the following week. True to his word, Yoongi had made a PowerPoint about his friends. Seokjin – or Jin, as most of his friends called him – was one year older than Yoongi. They had met when they were both working part-time at a supermarket near their university. Jin had ‘adopted Yoongi’, as he liked to call it, and they had stayed friends even after they both quit their jobs. He was now working as a scout for a modelling agency and even did some modelling work himself sometimes, which Jimin found kind of intimidating.
Jungkook was the youngest of their group, two years younger than Jimin and in his second year of university. He was studying Law – as per his parents’ ‘request’ – but worked part-time at a dance studio. Dance was his real passion, Yoongi had told him, but his parents’ expectations were more important. Jimin felt bad for Jungkook, but Yoongi had told him not to: Jungkook was an optimist and would do anything to make his parents happy, so he really didn't mind.
Yoongi had come to pick up Jimin and Taehyung to go to Namjoon’s place together. The entire ride had been filled with Taehyung’s excited chatter about the art piece he had submitted to this competition as an assignment. His professor had been full of praise for Taehyung’s piece and was sure he would rank high and Yoongi had seemed really proud. It warmed Jimin’s heart that his best friend and boyfriend went along so well.
They arrived right on time and were now standing in front of Namjoon’s door. He lived in a small house about half an hour away from Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment, but only ten minutes away from Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi had told him he used to crash here a lot after work, since Namjoon’s place was closer to the company they worked at. He didn’t work late as much as he used to now, so he hadn’t been in here in a while.
“You ready?” Yoongi asked Jimin. Jimin grabbed his hand and squeezed, then nodded. Yoongi smiled at him and rang the doorbell. Jimin could hear a loud “I’ll get it!” and running footsteps. The door opened to reveal Hoseok, smiling brightly. Jimin startled.
“Hoseok-hyung?!”
“Jiminie!” His friend rushed forward to pull Jimin into a bear hug. “I can’t believe you didn’t invite me! I had to hear from Jungkookie that you were organising a movie night with everyone. How dare you leave me out!” He then let go of Jimin to squeeze Taehyung into an equally strong hug. “And you too, Taehyungie! You’re both traitors!”
Jimin looked at Yoongi and laughed at the perplexed look on his face. “Yoongs, this is Hoseok-hyung. We used to dance at the same dance studio before I quit.”
“Which I’m still bitter about! You should have never quit, you’re wasting your talent,” Hoseok added, now standing next to Taehyung with his arm around his shoulder. Jimin blushed and looked away. Yoongi rubbed his thumb soothingly over Jimin’s hand – he hadn’t even noticed they were holding hands again after Hoseok had nearly tackled him.
“Sorry, hyungie. I wasn’t sure how many people I could invite, but I didn’t leave you out on purpose,” Jimin said sheepishly, looking at Hoseok with big puppy eyes. “Forgive me?”
Hoseok sighed loudly, shaking his head dramatically. “How can I resist those eyes, Jiminie. Come on, let’s go inside before we freeze to death.”
They went inside and took off their coats and shoes. “How do you know Jungkook?” Jimin asked.
“He’s a part-timer at the studio,” Hoseok answered. “We teach the ten to twelve-year-olds together.”
“Already gossiping about me, Hoseokie-hyung?”
Jimin looked away from Hoseok to see Jungkook standing in the hallway, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Only good things, of course,” Hoseok replied, walking towards him to ruffle his hair. “I’m going to check on Namjoon in the kitchen. He’s almost as bad of a cook as you are, Jiminie.”
Jimin childishly stuck out his tongue and Hoseok laughed, walking towards the kitchen.
Jungkook walked closer towards Jimin and Taehyung to properly greet them. “Hi, I’m Jungkook. I guess Yoongi-hyung already told you about me?”
Jimin nodded, feeling a little nervous now that Hoseok was gone. He reminded himself that he had Taehyung and Yoongi right beside him and these were Yoongi’s friends – they had to be nice, or Yoongi wouldn’t talk so highly of them as he did. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m Jimin, but I guess you knew that.” He laughed awkwardly and Yoongi squeezed his hand in reassurance.
“I’m Taehyung, Jimin’s best friend and soulmate,” Taehyung introduced himself.
Jungkook smiled at them. “I’m sure we’ll get to know each other better and become friends. Let’s go to the living room so you guys can meet Jin-hyung. Namjoon-hyung is still preparing snacks in the kitchen.”
They followed Jungkook to the living room, which was more spacious than Yoongi’s living room. There were two couches standing in an L-shape, one could fit two people and the other one three if you squeezed a little. There was a long wooden coffee table with two pizza boxes, glasses, fizzy drinks and some beer. A television was set up on the wall and showed the Netflix home screen. Seokjin was sitting on the fluffy carpet with his back towards the television, immersed in a game on his phone.
“Jin-hyung, they’re here,” Jungkook exclaimed, then made some grand arm gestures that screamed ta-daah.
Jin looked up from his phone, eyes wide. “Oh, sorry! Hi, nice to meet you.” He stood up to shake their hands. “Seokjin, Jin for friends. Which you are now, so.” He smiled, kind and soft. Jimin automatically smiled back.
“You are literally the most beautiful man I have ever seen.”
Jimin gaped at Taehyung, who was staring at Jin with big, round eyes. Then he burst out laughing, falling forwards onto his knees. Yoongi snorted and Jungkook grinned at Taehyung. “I had the same reaction when I saw him for the first time.”
Jimin burst out into another fit of giggles, still on the floor. He looked up right in time to see Jin wink at Taehyung, who blushed bright red and hid his face behinds his hands.
“I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that!” Taehyung said.
“Don’t worry about it, Jungkook embarrassed himself like that with nearly everyone in this room,” Jin reassured him.
Jungkook laughed, not even denying it. “When I met Namjoon, I could only say ‘thighs’. So yeah, I know what you’re going through.”
Taehyung breathed in and out deeply, then dropped his hands. “Okay, I’m good again.”
Yoongi helped Jimin up from the floor, smiling amusedly. “That went well,” he said softly, so only Jimin could hear him. Jimin nodded. The ice was broken thanks to Taehyung and he felt much more comfortable now.
Just then Namjoon and Hoseok came into the living room, both holding bowls of popcorn and chips.
“Did we miss anything?” Hoseok asked.
“Just Taehyung being Taehyung,” Jimin replied.
Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, I can imagine.”
“Hey!” Taehyung punched Hoseok’s shoulder, making him nearly drop his bowl of popcorn.
“Do you guys want anything to drink?” Jin offered. He was sitting next to the coffee table again, holding up a bottle of lemonade and a can of beer.
Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook took him up on his offer and grabbed glasses. Namjoon walked towards Yoongi and Jimin instead. “Nice to finally meet you, Jimin. You’re just as cute as Yoongi described,” he said with a wink.
Jimin blushed and Yoongi stepped a little closer to Jimin, making Namjoon smile amusedly. “Nice to meet you too. And thank you for hosting the movie night at your house.”
“It’s nothing, don’t worry,’ Namjoon waved his hands dismissively. “I like having people over and it’s nice to spend some time with someone other than Mr Grumpy Pants over there.”
Yoongi huffed. “When you’re done annoying us, Joon, maybe we can actually start watching movies.”
Namjoon laughed, showing off two cute dimples. Jimin wanted to poke them. “All right, all right. Go get comfortable. I’ll get some napkins for the pizza.”
Yoongi sat down on the small couch and pulled Jimin straight onto his lap. Jimin blushed. “Not that I don’t like this, but I can sit next to you too. Isn’t it uncomfortable to have me in your lap like that?”
Yoongi squeezed his waist. “This is the most comfortable I’ve ever been.”
Jimin snorted.
Taehyung sat down next to them, holding one glass of coke and another one of beer. He offered the latter to Jimin, who took it gratefully.
“You drink?” Yoongi asked, sounding a little surprised.
“He can probably drink more than you,” Taehyung replied for him. Jimin punched his best friend’s shoulder. “What? It’s true!” Taehyung said, clearly offended. Yoongi laughed.
Jin and Hoseok sat on the other couch, with Jungkook sitting on the carpet between Hoseok’s legs. Namjoon came back with napkins and handed them out to everyone, before setting up the movie and dimming the lights. A tall lamp in the corner was now their only source of light, casting a soft glow in the room. The whole atmosphere was cosy. They ate pizza and drank together: everyone drank beer besides Taehyung, who didn’t like alcohol, and Yoongi and Jin, who were designated drivers. A Marvel movie was playing, but Jimin was more focused on Yoongi’s hands on his tummy than on the movie. He was softly rubbing it, seemingly unconsciously, and it made Jimin feel all fuzzy and warm inside. He turned his head so he could nose Yoongi’s neck, sighing happily. The grip around his waist tightened a little, then Yoongi gave him a kiss on his forehead. Jimin closed his eyes, feeling safe with his boyfriend and his friends, old and new.
♡♡♡
“You can just sleep in the guest room, I really don’t mind.”
“But Jimin doesn’t like waking up in unknown spaces.”
“Would you rather wake him and risk having a grumpy boyfriend?”
Whispered voices woke Jimin up from his slumber. He felt disoriented, like his head was filled with cotton. He didn’t like that. “Daddy?” he whined softly.
The arms around him tightened. “I’m here, baby. Are you awake?”
Jimin grunted – he was awake, just didn’t feel awake. “No.”
He could feel more than hear Yoongi laugh, a soft rumble going through the chest Jimin was still lying on. He felt a hand in his hair, combing through the strands. Somehow he knew that wasn’t Yoongi. “Hi, baby,” Taehyung whispered, “Do you want to sleep at home, or here at Joonie’s place?”
“Don’ care,” Jimin mumbled. He was sleepy. Why didn’t they let him sleep?
“My place it is then. Can you carry him, Yoon?”
“Yeah, I’ve got this.”
Jimin felt himself being lifted into the air bridal style. He hummed happily – they were finally letting him sleep. He snuggled his face into his daddy’s neck, breathing in the cologne he loved so much. His daddy always smelt so good.
“The door to your left.”
“I remember, Joon.”
Jimin could feel a soft mattress under him and made another content noise. He heard someone laugh but decided to ignore it and snuggled deeper into the pillow.
“He’s cute.”
Another laugh.
“Yeah, he is. I’m lucky.” That was his daddy. Hearing him say that made Jimin’s tummy feel all sorts of warm. Another hand in his hair, this time clearly his daddy’s. “Good night, baby.”
“Night, daddy.”
Then he was out like a light again.
♡♡♡
When Jimin woke up, there was light peeking through the blinds and arms wrapped around him. He could feel Yoongi breathing against his neck, the sensation ticklish. He rubbed his eyes and turned around to look at his boyfriend. His hair resembled a bird’s nest, sticking in all directions, and his mouth was slightly open. Endeared, Jimin leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s nose, then his left cheek, his right cheek, his forehead – until Yoongi opened his eyes and Jimin backed away.
“What a nice way to wake up,” Yoongi mumbled, still looking very sleepy.
Jimin smiled. “You look like a little bird. It’s cute.”
“You’re cuter,” Yoongi immediately retorted, making Jimin giggle. “And you giggling reinforces my statement.”
Jimin kissed Yoongi to shut him up. When he pulled back, Yoongi chased him, pressing their lips back together. They slid their lips together slowly before deepening the kiss, making butterflies erupt in Jimin’s stomach. He loved Yoongi’s kisses so much – they were the right amount of intense without overwhelming him.
A cough startled Jimin and he pulled back to hide under the blankets.
“What do you want, Joon?” Yoongi asked, sounding very much annoyed.
“I prepared breakfast but seems like you two were already eating each other’s faces,” Namjoon deadpanned.
Jimin whined, moving closer towards Yoongi to hold onto his arm. “Don’t bully us!”
Namjoon only laughed. “Sorry, Jiminie. Anyways, come downstairs. I made French toast.”
“We’ll be there in a sec,” Yoongi said.
The door closed and Jimin peeped from under the blanket. “He’s gone?”
“Yeah.”
Jimin sighed, relieved, and pushed the blanket away. “I’m hungry, let’s go.”
“Jimin, wait,” Yoongi said suddenly, grabbing Jimin’s arm before he even had the chance to get out of bed. Jimin looked at him with raised eyebrows. Yoongi continued: “You sort of, maybe, I think, regressed yesterday when we put you to bed.”
Jimin frowned. “I did?”
“You were really tired and barely awake, but you called me daddy. Only Taehyung and Namjoon were still here, so no one else heard, but I couldn’t really explain to you that we weren’t at home yet. Namjoon didn’t ask anything though, so maybe he’ll drop it. But I just wanted you to know.”
“Oh.” Jimin’s frown deepened. “Do you think he’ll ask at breakfast?”
Yoongi shook his head. “He knows I keep most of my relationships private, so I don’t think he’ll ask. He might have even forgotten about it. Either way, I don’t think it’ll be a problem, baby. I just wanted you to know in case you had forgotten.”
Jimin smiled at him, feeling nothing but fondness. “Thank you, Yoongs. I appreciate that.” He kissed him again, lingering for a while, before getting up. “Now let’s go get breakfast.”
They arrived downstairs and went to the kitchen. Unlike in Yoongi’s apartment, Namjoon’s kitchen and living room were separated by a wall. When they walked in, Jimin saw Taehyung sit at the dinner table, munching on his breakfast. “Good morning,” he said cheerfully, his mouth still full of French toast.
Yoongi grimaced, but Jimin chuckled. “Good morning. So you stayed over too, huh?”
“I couldn’t steal hyung's car and go home.”
Jimin snorted. He sat down next to his best friend and Namjoon put down a plate of French toast in front of him. Jimin thanked him softly, then began eating his breakfast.
Yoongi sat down in front of him with a cup of coffee. He was the only one at the table who drank coffee, so Namjoon must have bought a coffee machine just for him. Cute.
“Did you sleep well, Jimin? You seemed really tired last night,” Namjoon asked. He smiled kindly at him, no hidden meaning behind the words. Was he really going to ignore Jimin calling Yoongi daddy last night? Multiple times?
“Yeah, the bed was really comfy. Thanks,” Jimin added, not wanting to seem ungrateful of Namjoon’s hospitality.
“I’m glad.” Namjoon smiled, showing his dimples. Jimin couldn’t resist the urge this time: he leaned over the table to poke Namjoon’s left dimple. He looked at him with wide, shocked eyes and Jimin giggled.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since yesterday,” he admitted, then continued eating his breakfast. He looked at Yoongi, who looked at him with equally wide eyes as Namjoon, then at Taehyung, who was grinning at him. “What?”
Taehyung squealed and pinched Jimin’s cheek – Jimin would be shocked if he didn’t know his friend any better. “You’re adorable!”
“You tell me that ten times a day.”
“I can’t say it enough.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, amused, before swatting Taehyung’s arm away. “Let me eat breakfast in peace now.”
“Sure, Chim.”
♡♡♡
Movie nights became a recurring thing. Every Friday after Jimin and Yoongi’s date they would go pick up Taehyung to go to Namjoon’s place. It was usually all seven of them, although sometimes one or two people couldn’t make it because of work or assignments. Namjoon didn’t bring up the daddy thing, which Jimin was grateful for. He had been a little scared the next two times they met up, but after the third time he finally relaxed.
December came and they wanted to celebrate Jin’s 26th birthday. They skipped their weekly movie night and decided to meet up at a restaurant instead. It was a Korean BBQ close to Jimin and Taehyung’s place and Jungkook swore it was the best restaurant in the area. They would all meet up at the entrance at 6 pm, so Jimin and Taehyung left their apartment ten minutes beforehand.
They were walking hand in hand, as they often did, wrapped up in scarves and hats to protect themselves from the cold. Suddenly Taehyung cleared his throat. “Hey, Chim. I have a very hypothetical question for you.”
Jimin hummed, looking up and making eye contact with his best friend.
“Say, if I were to hypothetically sit next to Jin-hyung today so I could hypothetically hold his hand under the table, would you, hypothetically, mind?”
Jimin gasped loudly. “I knew it! You two are a thing!”
Taehyung blushed bright red. “No!” he yelled, “No, we’re not a thing! Stop!”
“Then why would you want to hold his hand?”
Taehyung was silent for a second or two, then inhaled deeply. He said: “Okay, so maybe we talked a lot at the movie nights when nearly everyone else was asleep. And maybe he asked me out last week and we went on a wonderful wine and dine date.”
Jimin started jumping up and down, barely containing his excitement. “Oh my god, Tae, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!”
Taehyung quickly shushed him. “It was one date, Chim. We’re not even exclusive yet. Maybe he doesn’t even want to be, I don’t know.”
“He’d be a fool if he didn’t want to be your boyfriend, Tae. You’re the funniest and kindest person I know and he’d be lucky to have you,” Jimin stated firmly. Taehyung opened his mouth, but Jimin quickly added: “And don’t you dare talk down on yourself. I only stated objective facts.”
Taehyung laughed, the sound automatically making Jimin smile. “All right, then.”
They arrived at the restaurant and saw Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon already waiting. Jimin squeezed his friend’s hand. “Can I? Can I?” he whispered.
Taehyung sighed, faking annoyance. “Go ahead. Leave me. I’m used to it.”
Jimin kissed him on the cheek, then let go of Taehyung’s hand so he could run up to Yoongi and into his arms. His boyfriend nearly fell over from the force of it, but still held onto him tightly. “Hi, baby. You missed me?”
“I did!” Jimin whined. Yoongi had been busy with work the past week, trying to finish the last few tracks for the debut album of a new kpop group. They hadn’t met up since last Friday, when they went on their weekly date afternoon. He laid his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and nuzzled his neck. He could feel the rumbling from Yoongi’s laugh.
“I missed you too.”
“Good,” Jimin pouted. He pressed a small kiss on Yoongi’s neck before letting go of him to greet the others. Yoongi kept his arm around Jimin’s waist.
“Hi Joonie-hyung, Seokie-hyung,” Jimin greeted them with a big smile. Taehyung had caught up to them and was already deep in conversation them. They all looked up at him when he mentioned them.
“You two lovebirds are ready to give us mere peasants some attention?” Hoseok joked.
“Why do you always bully us?” Jimin whined. Yoongi’s grip around his waist got a little tighter.
“Because I love you, my sweetest Jiminie,” Hoseok said, dramatically clutching his heart. Jimin snorted. At that moment Jin and Jungkook arrived.
“Are we exchanging love declarations?” Jin joked, then looked not-so-subtly at Taehyung, whose face turned beet red.
“Let’s go inside, I’m freezing!” Taehyung said loudly before walking inside.
Jimin looked back at Jin, who had a teasing glint in his eyes. How had he never noticed them flirting before? It was so obvious!
They all followed Taehyung inside and waited for one of the waiters to lead them to their seats. Jimin sat in the corner next to Yoongi, who was sitting next to Jungkook. Jin sat in front of Jimin, with Taehyung next to him like he had asked Jimin, then Hoseok and Namjoon. The waiter came back to ask what they wanted to drink, so they all ordered and waited for it to arrive.
They naturally broke apart into small conversation bubbles. He could hear Hoseok, Namjoon and Jungkook talk about how the dance studio was doing, Jin and Taehyung were talking about a drama they both liked, which left him and Yoongi to talk amongst themselves – not that Jimin minded, not at all.
He grabbed Yoongi’s hand and started playing with his fingers. “How was work this week? Did you finish the album?”
“I did. Thank you for asking, baby.”
Jimin beamed at him. No matter how many times Yoongi called him ‘baby’, he would never grow tired of it. “I’m so proud of you.”
Yoongi laughed softly. “It’s literally my job.”
“And I’m still proud of you,” Jimin insisted. “Just because it’s your job doesn’t mean it’s easy. So I can be proud.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” Yoongi said. He looked at Jimin as if he had hung the stars up in the sky and Jimin felt his cheeks heat up.
“I should ask you that question.”
His boyfriend leaned in to kiss Jimin’s nose, making him giggle. He suddenly noticed how quiet it had gotten and looked up to see their friends looking at them, smiling. Jimin’s cheeks got even redder. “Stop staring!”
“We can’t,” Taehyung said. He was leaning his head onto his hand, his other hand underneath the table – most likely holding hands with Jin. “You’re both so cute, it’s like watching the main leads of a drama finally be lovey-dovey. It’s addicting.”
There were various replies of ‘yeah’ and ‘true’ and some simple hums. Jimin turned his head and leaned it on Yoongi’s arm, feeling so fond of his friends but feeling embarrassed at the same time. He didn’t mind some innocent PDA, but when people stared at him he got shy.
Just then the waiter returned with different plates of meat and side dishes. Hoseok cheered loudly, making Namjoon hide his face behind his hands in second-hand embarrassment. They started grilling their meat, talking excitedly about how hungry they were and how good the food looked. Jimin watched his boyfriend grill meat for both of them and let him put some side dishes on Jimin’s plate.
“Thanks, da- hyung.” Jimin shook his head, trying to get rid of the fuzzy feeling that had risen up when he saw Yoongi giving him food. He wasn’t directly feeding Jimin by putting chopsticks near his mouth, but putting food on his plate for him still wasn’t not feeding.
He looked up to see if anyone had noticed and saw Taehyung stare at him, smiling reassuringly – which was to be expected. When he looked to his right, he saw Namjoon look at him too. Namjoon smiled at him and Jimin got the weird urge to touch his dimples again. He shook his head – no, he would not be little in public with his friends.
Suddenly he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. He looked at his boyfriend, who leaned close so he could whisper in his ear. “Are you feeling little, darling?”
Jimin shook his head no, then stopped. “Sort of? Not really. I think I’m in the in-between phase.”
“That’s okay, baby. Do you want to be little, or should I help you stay big?” Yoongi asked, voice barely audible over the sizzling of the meat and the chatter and laughter of their friends.
“Wanna stay big,” Jimin mumbled.
Yoongi hummed. “I’ll let you pick your own side dishes like a big boy then, hm?”
Jimin huffed, then shook his head again. “I mean, yeah, all right. Sounds good.”
He felt someone kick his shin and looked up to see Taehyung stare at him, a mix of curiosity and sympathy in his eyes. He mouthed ‘you good’, to which Jimin nodded. He picked up his chopsticks to start eating, trying not to cringe at how difficult it suddenly seemed. He wished his da- No.
With a sigh he started eating. He didn’t know why it was suddenly so hard to not fall into his headspace. He’d gotten better at controlling it and didn’t have any slip-ups since that one movie night nearly a month ago. Maybe not seeing Yoongi for a week and not regressing during that time made his little side want to come out now that he had his boyfriend by his side again. Either way, now really wasn’t the time to regress.
He tried to engage in the conversations his friends were having, but noticed he kept getting distracted by little things. A small bug on the window. The BBQ sauce on Taehyung’s cheek. The bubbles in his lemonade rising to the top.
The feeling of Yoongi’s hand on his knee brought him back to the present, bringing all his attention to that small touch. He glanced at Yoongi, scared that if he looked too long, he would lose focus again – or worse, let his little side come out. He put his hand on top of Yoongi’s, squeezing it gratefully, before focussing on his food again.
After they all finished their meals, they paid the bill and got ready to leave. When they were outside, they exchanged hugs and goodbyes and promised to meet again next week to continue their movie night tradition. Jimin would sleep at Yoongi’s place tonight, so they walked to his car while holding hands. When he looked back to wave at Taehyung again – like they usually did – he saw him talking to Jin. He squealed of excitement. “Did you see them? Look, look! Did you see them?”
He heard Yoongi chuckle. “Yes, I saw them, baby. It was obvious they were holding hands earlier.”
“You noticed?” Jimin gasped.
“Yes,” Yoongi grinned, “I most definitely noticed.”
“They’re so cute together,” Jimin sighed dreamily. “Maybe we could go on double dates. That would be fun, right?”
Yoongi squeezed his hand. “It would.”
When they arrived at the car, Yoongi opened the door for him and helped him fasten his seatbelt, making the fuzzy feeling return at full force. The moment Yoongi stepped in the car, Jimin asked: “Can I… Can I be little?”
Yoongi put on his seatbelt, started the car and then took Jimin’s hand in his own again. “Of course you can, angel.”
Jimin let the fuzzy feeling completely take over. “Thank you, daddy.” He yawned.
“Is my baby tired?”
“No,” Jimin lied, but the way he let his eyes drift close gave him away.
“Sleep for now, baby. Daddy’s here.”
♡♡♡
When Jimin woke up, he was in Yoongi’s bed, his boyfriend’s arms tight around him. He sighed happily, basking in the warmth. It was still early and a Saturday on top of that, so he let himself have this quiet moment. He turned around slowly, limbs heavy with sleep, and buried his head in his boyfriend’s chest. He absolutely adored weekends, because it meant no classes, no waking up early, just lazing around until noon.
The arms around him tightened and he felt Yoongi press a kiss on his forehead. “Morning, baby.” His voice sounded deep and rough, giving away how tired he was.
“Morning,” Jimin whispered back. He didn’t want to break this soft bubble around them, this small moment of peace and quietness. He lifted his head and started peppering Yoongi’s chin and neck with soft kisses. He could feel Yoongi hum. When he went in to kiss Yoongi’s chin, Yoongi moved his head so he ended up kissing his mouth instead.
“Daddy!” Jimin pulled back with a squeal. Yoongi’s eyes went comically wide and Jimin giggled. His daddy had the funniest face expressions!
“Baby? Are you little?” Yoongi asked, his voice a little tense. Jimin hummed. “Was… Was that kiss okay, baby?”
Jimin blinked. He wriggled around, feeling uncomfortable. Was his daddy angry? “Yes. Just… only baby kisses. No adult kisses.”
Yoongi sighed deeply and the tension visibly left his body. “All right, daddy can do that. Thank you for telling me, baby.”
“Thank you for asking, daddy,” Jimin replied, feeling his throat choke up. His eyes teared up and he quickly hid his head against Yoongi’s chest.
“Angel? Are you okay? Was it a bad kiss? You can tell me, baby, and daddy won’t do it again. I’m not mad, promise.”
Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s t-shirt, trying not to choke on his sobs. “The… the meanie guy. He would… he would kiss Minnie when he was little. Adult kisses. Minnie didn’t like it.”
Yoongi’s arms around his waist tightened and he could hear him gulp. “Did the meanie guy do anything else too?”
Jimin shook his head. His ex would get turned off by Jimin’s crying whenever their kissing got more intense, so he never tried anything more than that. “No,” Jimin choked out.
Yoongi sighed. “Okay, baby. Just know that daddy won’t ever do anything you don’t like, all right? And the same goes to big Jimin. I will never intentionally hurt you, little prince.” Jimin nodded, his head still against his boyfriend’s chest. “I’ll let Minnie initiate all the kisses, okay? Whenever I’m not sure if you’re big or little, I’ll let you take the first step.”
“Thank you, daddy.” Jimin breathed in and out shakily, trying to compose himself. “Minnie doesn’t want kisses anymore right now.”
“And that’s totally fine, angel. Can daddy still cuddle his little prince?”
Jimin nodded. He wanted to feel small and warm and safe, all the things his daddy’s hugs provided him. He closed his eyes, his entire body drained from crying so much. Yoongi started playing with his hair and hummed a song Jimin didn’t recognise. Then everything faded as he fell asleep again.
♡♡♡
“Baby? Wake up, it’s time for breakfast.”
Jimin opened his eyes, rubbing them with his fists to get rid of the sleep. He heard soft chuckles and instantly knew that was his daddy.
“Do you still feel little?”
Jimin just stared at Yoongi, mouth slightly open. He knew what his daddy asked, understood the meaning, but couldn’t form the words to reply. So he kept staring, eyes wide, hoping his daddy would understand.
“Baby? Are you listening?” Yoongi asked, his voice laced with worry.
Jimin blinked. Of course he was listening. Why wouldn’t he listen to his daddy? He slowly brought up his fist to his mouth to suck on the fingers for comfort.
At that moment it seemed like a lightbulb went off in Yoongi’s head. “Is my little prince feeling extra little today?” He suddenly leaned forward to attack Jimin’s side with tickles, making Jimin giggle, the gargling sounds filling the room. “So that’s why Minnie is so quiet, huh?” Yoongi said, finally smiling. Jimin loved that smile.
Yoongi walked around the room, mumbling. “I think there should be a pacifier around here.” He started looking through different drawers and boxes, until suddenly– “Ah ha!” His raised his fist triumphantly, holding a packaged pacifier in his hand. “I’m going to clean it in the bathroom, okay prince? Can you wait here for a few seconds?”
Jimin just blinked.
Yoongi stared back, then: “Right, non-verbal.” He walked away and Jimin stared after him. Where was his daddy going? How long would he be gone? Would he come back?
Right as Jimin was about to burst in tears, his daddy walked into the room again, calming him down instantly. He was carrying the pacifier and wet wipes. “Okay, angel, give me your hand.” Jimin lifted up the hand that wasn’t in his mouth. Yoongi laughed. “The other one, please.”
He took his fingers out of his mouth, disdain clear on his face. Yoongi popped the pacifier right into his mouth. Jimin sucked at it experimentally – he didn’t remember actually using a pacifier before. The more he sucked, the more comforting it felt. Yoongi seemed to notice. “My little prince is so happy, right?” He cleaned Jimin’s fingers with the wet wipes. “There, all clean. You’re such a good boy, lying still for me.”
Jimin giggled at the praise. Of course he was a good boy! He beamed at his daddy, absorbing all the kind words and sweet pet names.
“Let’s get you breakfast,” Yoongi said. He leaned down and picked Jimin up, grunting a little. “Daddy should start working out more so he can carry his little prince more easily.” Jimin put his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being carried. They walked towards the living room, where Yoongi put him on the couch, adding some pillows behind his back for support. “You wait here while I go heat up some milk, okay?” Then he walked away.
Yoongi had put him on the couch with his back facing the wall, so that he could actually see Yoongi in the kitchen. He liked that: seeing his daddy taking care of him made the fuzzy feeling even stronger. He could see Yoongi browsing the cabinets like he did earlier in the bedroom when he was looking for a pacifier – and like last time, he let out a triumphant ‘ah ha!’ and held up a sippy cup. Jimin giggled. His daddy could be so silly sometimes.
Yoongi heated up some milk in the microwave, then checked the temperature of the milk on his wrist. When he deemed it warm enough but not too hot, he added a little bit of honey then walked back to Jimin. He put down the sippy cup, lifted Jimin up to put him in his lap and took the bottle again. “Is my baby hungry?”
The rumbling of Jimin’s stomach was enough of an answer.
Yoongi took out Jimin’s pacifier and he whined, wanting it back. But as he whined, Yoongi put the sippy cup in his mouth and Jimin started sucking happily, enjoying the tasty milk.
Yoongi had one arm around his back, keeping him upright, while the other hand held the sippy cup for him. Jimin looked his daddy in the eyes, seeing nothing but fondness there, then closed his eyes. Trusting Yoongi while he felt so small was hard – he was usually old enough to actually walk and move properly and now he was completely defenceless – but he felt deep down that he could trust Yoongi, that he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation.
“Good boy,” Yoongi murmured, then pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. Jimin felt all warm inside and it wasn’t the milk heating up his belly – it was his daddy.
♡♡♡
They spent the entire morning and noon on the couch, watching shows that Jimin loved. At one point he fell asleep, drowsy from the warm milk and the way Yoongi was rocking him softly back and forth.
When he woke up again, his mind felt clearer, calmness taking over. He was still lying on the couch, but Yoongi had manoeuvred them so they were both lying down on their sides, his arms around Jimin’s waist. He was already awake, looking at Jimin with a fond look in his eyes – a look Jimin would never grow tired of.
Jimin leaned forward and pecked his boyfriend on the lips.
“I’m guessing you’re big now?”
“Yeah.”
Jimin kissed him again, a little longer this time. Yoongi kissed him back, slowly sliding his lips against Jimin’s. He squeezed Jimin’s waist and Jimin moved his hands to Yoongi’s hair, playing with the strands and deepening the kiss, allowing it to be a little more intense. When he pulled back again, they were both slightly out of breath.
“Thank you for taking care of me. I know I’ve never had such a young headspace before, but you did great.”
Yoongi smiled at him. “You’re welcome, baby. I was a little surprised, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Jimin giggled. “I noticed. You kept talking to me, even though I couldn’t even talk back.”
“Hey! You’re supposed to talk to babies!” Yoongi said loudly, fake-offended.
Jimin kissed him again, effectively shutting him up.
♡♡♡
On the day of their two month anniversary, Yoongi gave him a fully self-composed CD, titled Strawberry Milk. It contained six songs, all of them slow and mellow and absolutely perfect. They listened to the songs together that night and if Jimin cried a little because he felt overwhelmed, then that was okay. And if they made out all night, soft and slow with the songs – Jimin’s songs – playing in the background, then that was okay too.