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Jimin smiles at Yoongi, curling in on himself in the pretty black sweater Yoongi let him borrow. It’s December and really fucking cold. It’s the day before Jin’s birthday and the group is planning what they’re going to do in celebration. Yoongi slides against Jimin, watching as the younger’s cheeks turn progressively more cold.
“Aish, Jimin-ah, you should’ve brought your own jacket. You’ve gone all pink.”
Jimin smiles slightly at his naivety. Of course Yoongi has no idea that Jimin is completely in love with him. It’s so infuriatingly believable. Min Yoongi is completely oblivious that anyone and everyone is constantly making heart eyes at him at any given moment. Hell, even Namjoon catches himself looking adoringly at the elder. He’s so cute in an unfair way. It’s the kind of cute that makes Jimin want to kiss him right on his stupid, perfect lips. He wants Yoongi to hold him against his chest while they watch movies late at night. He wants him to hold his waist when they dance in clubs so he can grind on him instead of finding random guys. He also wants him to hold his waist while they sleep.
Jimin leans his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, nuzzling into his warmth. He’s wearing a beanie that covers the tips of his very red ears. He’s also wearing a jacket because the one Jimin is wearing is one that he had left in the back of the car. Jimin thinks he looks so unfairly cute. He only notices that Taehyung is coming for them when Yoongi’s eyes lock on him and watch him walk carefully. Jimin shakes off his jealousy, nuzzling into Yoongi’s neck. The elder brushes his thigh delicately, so much so that Jimin thinks it’s probably just an accident.
“Hey, Tae,” Yoongi greets first.
Taehyung hums in greeting, sliding in beside Hoseok. Hobi smiles brightly, ruffling Tae’s hair and turning back to the group. Jimin and Taehyung lock eyes for a split second, the younger smiling at his best friend. Jimin just looks away. Their relationship has been… strained recently. It has become increasingly more obvious to Jimin that Taehyung is better than he will ever be. That Yoongi only wants Taehyung and Jimin is nothing but the clingy best friend. It stabs his heart and it hurts. He’s been in love with Yoongi for nearly four years at this point and it’s infuriating. He’s so blind .
“Okay, I’ll be at the bar tomorrow. If one of you will pick me up, that would be great, I’ll owe you one. I’m gonna walk home since Taehyung has to go to class next.”
“I’ll drive you,” Yoongi offers, standing up with Jimin.
“Th-Thanks, hyung.”
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“Thanks for driving me home, hyung,” Jimin thanks, taking off the sweatshirt Yoongi gave him.
“Uhm… Jimin wait!” Yoongi says, reaching out and stopping him from getting out. “I—can I kiss you?”
Jimin’s jaw drops open slightly. He doesn’t know what to say. He can only limply nod before slightly leaning over the center console. Yoongi closes the distance, kissing him slightly hesitantly. Jimin relishes in it because holy fuck I’ve been waiting for this forever. Yoongi finally pulls back, blushing and looking at Jimin’s lips with a small unnoticeable smile. Jimin feels awkward but also insanely happy. The kiss wasn’t much but to him it’s the best thing ever. It’s been his life goal for years to kiss Yoongi and now that it’s happened, it doesn’t feel real.
“Bye, hyung,” Jimin breathes out so quietly that there’s barely a way to hear it.
“Bye, Jiminie, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The younger nods, getting out of the car and slowly walking to his door. He feels hot, too hot. It’s nice to feel the crisp winter air against him but it also makes him shiver. He only registers that Yoongi’s waiting for him to get in his door when the elder is still waiting by the time he’s right in front of his door. He feels dukb just standing there like an idiot in front of his apartment complex but that’s a talent of his. Making himself look stupid in front of his crush. In front of Yoongi . It makes him feel like a child that Yoongi’s only entertaining because he’s young and doesn’t want to break him.
He feels like a toy. Someone being used just because he’s young and probably naive. But that’s nothing new either. He’s been played by so many guys, he doesn’t even bat an eye. It’s routine. Give a guy what he wants and watch him leave. Don’t get attached or you’ll get your heart broken. Don’t let him know you like him or he’ll use you. Make sure they can’t exploit you any more than they already have. It’s like rules for muggers or robbers. Just give them what they want and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. Except Jimin can’t ever imagine Yoongi hurting anyone. He isn’t a heartbreaker.
“Fuck, what am I doing?” Jimin mumbles when he’s in his apartment. “Hyung is too good for me.”
There’s a stack of unopened mail on the counter and a note from Taehyung on the fridge. All of which are ignored by Jimin who goes straight to the bathroom to shower. He thinks he has a migraine and wants to lie down until next year. But of course that would mean failing out of classes, missing Jin and Taehyung’s birthdays, and maybe even losing Yoongi. It’s all just… too much. A shower sounds like heaven and doing anything else is his own personal hell.
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Jimin finds his group of friends outside the bar. Yoongi’s arm is around Taehyung’s waist because he’s too short to reach his shoulders. The cold in the air bites harder at Jimin and he feels colder than he did before. Yoongi barely seems to recognize Jimin’s existence after saying hello. He’s too busy talking to Taehyung. Jimin also recognizes the sweatshirt Taehyung is wearing. It’s one his mom got him that he has worn maybe once. But still . Jimin apparently isn’t the only one Yoongi is handing out his sweatshirts to which means he isn’t special . He’s nothing new.
“Let’s get inside.”
After a few drinks, Jimin is ready to dance and has worked the courage up to ask Yoongi to go with him. He wants to grind on him instead of finding some random guy. It has literally been his fantasy for years. He’s told taehyung about it millions of times and has documented in full detail on a blog post that no one knows about. It’s really more of a journal entry than anything else. One that only has entries documenting romantic fantasies he has about being with Yoongi. It’s one way he can bask in his imagination without letting it get too far.
He has a big smile when he goes to call out for Yoongi. “Yoongi-hyung…” Jimin’s voice trails off when he spins to see Yoongi swaying slightly with Taehyung, whispering in his ear.
His smile drops and he can feel his chest constrict. Of course. He takes a shaky breath, turning back to the bar and sipping pensively on his drink. He’s not in the mood to find some random stranger and flirt until they start grinding. He doesn’t feel particularly like dancing anymore. He feels slightly nauseous and he’s pretty sure it isn’t just from the copious amounts of alcohol he’s consumed. Jin looks over and smiles sympathetically. Jimin is internally pissed off because it’s Jin’s birthday . He shouldn’t be giving pity smiles to idiot little boys who don’t know when to stop trying. Jimin feels a sense of self-hatred. He hates that he’s making Jin feel like this on his birthday. He’s so utterly selfish.
“Jiminie, let’s dance,” Hoseok suggests, pulling Jimin off the barstool.
This successfully pulls Jimin out of his thoughts. “I’m not really in the mood, hyung…”
“C’mon, Jiminie. Please?” He uses his special puppy eyes that are reserved for favors and begging people; they aren’t as good as Taehyung and Jimin’s but they’re effective
Jimin sighs and nods, letting Hoseok drag him to the dance floor. The song is upbeat and the pair are well-accustomed to dancing together to such music. Perks of being dance partners for years. Hobi playfully spins Jimin in a circle, starting with more complex moves they’re quite good at from years of practicing. It’s effortless once they get into it. Even when Jimin is near-collapsing from laughter. Being well rehearsed is something Hobi does not take lightly which is why everything they do is flawless. Jimin recalls the time they entered a couples dancing contest as a joke. They ended up winning second place only because Jimin laughed so hard when they made it so far that they ended up messing up. Hoseok always says they would’ve made it all the way if Jimin wasn’t such a happy person. He said this with a blinding smile, pinching Jimin’s pretty cheeks.
The song suddenly slips to something more dirty. Jimin giggles, teasing Hoseok by spinning around and pressing himself up against him. Hobi is surprised but takes it in stride, grinding back against him to challenge him. Hoseok leads Jimin’s hips. He moves the younger’s plush ass against him. Jimin is happy to comply, liking grinding up against someone he recognizes much more. This way he knows he won’t be drugged. He also knows that Hoseok won’t get angry if he says he’s done. He’s had guys who have insinuated that they’re entitled to sex with him because they were grinding a bit. Usually, he has Taehyung with him, so he doesn’t have that problem much. He’s only been drugged once which was a scary experience but he was there with Taemin, Taehyung, and Jungkook so they got him home safe. He’s heard horror stories from friends who had much worse happen to them. Those stories are what put most of the stigmas around gay bars. This one is pretty exclusive and hard for a hetero to just stumble upon.
“Mm, just like that, Jiminie,” Hoseok teases, leaning his lips against Jimin’s ear. “Your hips really have a mind of their own.”
Jimin giggles, nodding while playing innocent. “They do what they want.”
Jimin catches Yoongi’s eyes. The older is at the bar, staring intently at the pair not even dancing at this point. Jimin can barely see because he’s smiling so brightly. His puffy cheeks are pushing them into little crescents. That smile drops into an ‘o’ when Hoseok actually grinds against him. It feels nice. The music and bodies around him intoxicate him along with the alcohol in his bloodstream. Yoongi stands up from his stool, frowning. Jimin doesn’t see him coming because his eyes are shut and his head is tipped to the ceiling. Hoseok suddenly lets go of Jimin and Jimin finally opens his eyes. He sees Yoongi. Pretty, pretty Yoongi, looking straight into Jimin’s eyes with a clenched jaw. Jimin looks at him, expectant for some sort of reasoning to why he’s even there.
“Can I… talk to you?” Yoongi asks, his voice sounding strained.
“Sure,” Jimin answers, following behind Yoongi.
Hoseok shrugs, watching Jimin walk away. Jimin ducks his head when Yoongi stops in a dark corner. The elder turns around and lifts Jimin’s chin with a finger.
“What was that about?” Yoongi asks, an edge of insecurity in his voice. “Did our kiss mean nothing to you?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Jimin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest tightly.
His bratty behavior is to cover the fact that he wants to cry. His whole body feels like it’s falling apart. He tries to keep his breathing easy; steady. Yoongi doesn’t seem to pick up on the slight wobble of his voice and if he does, he doesn’t show it. He only cocks an eyebrow, insinuating for Jimin to continue. His throat feels clogged, knotted, and stuck. He gulps in a breath of air, feeling vulnerable.
“You and Taehyung?” Jimin feels tears slip down his cheeks. “ Why would you ever kiss me?” Jimin’s sudden outburst startles the elder. “I’m not even half as pretty.”
“You know that isn’t true. I love you more than him.”
“No. I don’t. You gave him your sweater…” Jimin’s voice is so incredibly small, wobbly and soft.
“It’s just polyester, it isn’t even one I wear.” Yoongi tries to reach out to brush his face but Jimin jerks away.
“But you like him better… I wish I were Taehyung,” Jimin mumbles, wiping away tears on his cheeks.
Yoongi reaches out and pulls Jimin against his chest. Jimin can’t find the strength to push him away so he just sobs into his chest, curling in on himself. Yoongi runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, scratching his scalp and using the other to massage his nape. Jimin hums, and finally, finally , he stops crying. Leaving nothing more than salty tracks. Yoongi lets one of his hands slide to grip Jimin’s waist.
“I kissed you because I think you’re the most amazing, perfect, pretty boy I’ve ever met. To me, you’ll always be prettier than anyone else. I let him keep that sweater because I’ve only ever worn it once and he never has one backup just in case. The one I let you borrow was one that I got as a gift from you for my birthday last year. That’s why I wanted it back.” Yoongi’s ears turn bright red. “You’re the one that I want, Jiminie. And I know you could have the pick of pretty much anyone in this room but I think, if you haven’t just been playing with me this whole time, you like me too…?”
“Like you?” Jimin mumbles in disbelief and Yoongi’s small smile drops. “Hyung, I’m in love with you. I have been for years. I thought I was being fairly obvious.”
“Not obvious enough. Besides, Taehyung likes Hoseok-ah. That being said... I think you should go talk to him.”
Jimin nods, slipping away to Hoseok. Taehyung is using his flirty giggle when Hobi delicately takes his waist. Hoseok pulls away to wave at Jimin. Jimin hums in greeting, lacing his fingers with Taehyung’s.
“Can I talk to you?”
Taehyung shrugs, following Jimin off to the bar. “What’s up?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, babe, it’s fine. I know you’ve been pining over hyung for years. I would never do anything to hurt that.”
“Why are you the fucking best? It makes it hard to be mad at you,” Jimin complains, easily making Taehyung smile and tuck imaginary hair behind his ear. “I’m also sorry about the whole Hobi-hyung thing. Hyung just told me…”
“Yeah… it’s kinda hopeless, though. He likes you more. Who wouldn’t?” Taehyung stares dejectedly over at Hoseok who glances away to the wall the second he looks his way. “I mean Hobi-hyung… Yoongi-hyung… Joon-hyung that one year… all those kids in the library that one time you wore those jeans.”
“I don’t know… maybe Jungkook-ah, Bogum-ssi, Minho-ssi, Jin-hyung, Hobi-hyung, all our teachers, the other acting majors, every person in the science department for some reason, and every other kid who has laid eyes on you ever. You stole the title of ‘prettiest on campus’ your first year. That’s how you and Jin-hyung bonded. That and your December birthdays.”
“Hobi-hyung does not—”
“Hoseokie-hyung!” Jimin calls, getting the older’s attention.
He walks up to them with a questioning cock of his head. “Yeah?”
“You should take Taehyungie on a date.”
They both blush.
“I-I mean… i-if he wants to,” Hoseok mumbles looking over at Taehyung cautiously.
“I want to,” Taehyung confirms, eyes wide in shock.
“O-Okay.”
Jimin claps his hands. “My work here is done. Now talk about your undying love for one-another.”
Yoongi is suddenly by Jimin’s side, chastising him for being so direct. “You’re being so crude, Min-ah.”
“Oh well. It’s what I’m good at.”
Yoongi smiles fondly and kisses him, ignoring the whooping sounds that their friends make.