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"So he was not only almost thirty minutes late for our date, but he was rude to the wait staff, tried to order my food for me and told me my 'little radio gig' wasn't a long-term career opportunity but that I shouldn't worry because he'd be willing to 'take care of me.'" Seokjin visibly shudders as he adjusts his mic. "He also grabbed my ass on the way out the door of the restaurant and tried to steer me toward his car, apparently not realizing I had zero interest in going home with him, not that he'd bothered to ask. Thank god I met him at the restaurant and had my own car."

"Ugh," Yoongi commiserates. "How are these guys so clueless?"

"Oh there's more," Seokjin continues grimly. "He then proceeded to call here, my place of work, a few days later to ask our station manager Namjoon if he could approve a week-long vacation for me in the next few weeks so he could take me on a vacation."

Yoongi's mouth drops open. "He didn't."

"Oh he did," Seokjin grimaces. "And after Namjoon told me about it, I called him to let him have it and the guy goes, 'I mean it's not a big deal if your boss won't approve it. You can just quit and move in with me. It's not like it's a real job anyway, and you won't need one after we're married.' Like what? Who in the hell told this dude I was marrying him? We'd been on one date, after which I did not pick up a single phone call from him until I had to ring him and tell him never to contact me or my workplace again."

"Wow," Yoongi is staring in disbelief. "That's some hardcore delusion. I think that beats my first date proposal story."

Seokjin nods. "Yup. Worst. Date. Ever."

Yoongi manages to press the soundbite button before guffawing into his own mic, staring at his cohost with wide eyes. "Yeah okay, you definitely win. I wish I could say that guy was just a bad one, but honestly? Men suck."

"Men suck," Seokjin emphasizes, shaking his head for Yoongi's benefit only since their listeners can't actually see him. "And that's our four o'clock segment, Worst Date Ever. Hope all you evening commuters are doing okay in what appears to be horrendous traffic. Let's kick it over to Jihyung for a quick weather update, but stick with us here at Jin With a Shot of Suga, we'll be back with our Social Media Moment of the Day when we return after a few messages from our sponsors."

Flicking a switch at the top of their keyboard, Yoongi watches the On Air light hanging in their booth go dark before he peels off his headset and leans back in his chair, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Fuck. Where do you find these assholes who take you on such horrible dates?"

"Grindr," Seokjin grins, stretching his arms up and over his head. "Seriously, that app is just crawling with pigs. But I'm really glad we moved this portion of the show to once a week instead of every day. I'm damn tired of knowingly going on bad dates at this point. I can only dedicate so much to my craft."

Yoongi laughs. "Agreed. At least we won't have a shortage of stories going forward when we start reading listener write-ins next week too. I think we should add in more audience call-ins to the segment as well, make it a little more interactive."

"Whatever, you just don't want to do more work," Seokjin snorts, raising his brows at his cohost. "But let's talk to Jungkook about it at our morning meeting. He has to approve any changes, you know."

"Yeah yeah," Yoongi rolls his eyes. He and Seokjin have been the afternoon drive-time duo at LOVE 101.1 for the past three years and at this point, he's well aware of the rules within their team. Jeon Jungkook has been their program manager for just as long and has been an integral part in making their show, and frankly the entire station, number one in ratings several years running.

Though it's still a little annoying that they have to get so much approval for such small changes.

At least he really likes the kid. Jungkook is a bit younger and really in-tune with what people want to hear on the radio. Plus he's a fantastic writer. They all put quite a bit of stock in his opinions considering he's only done good things for their entire station. He's also adorable which serves as an excellent bit on their show ever since his photo had been posted on their website and a slew of eligible bachelor and bachelorettes had written in emails asking if he was single.

"I'll make a note to ask him about it tomorrow," Yoongi shrugs, scribbling it down on his notepad he's got beside the audio mixer just in time as a tap on the window signals them that commercials are almost up and they'll be live again in ten seconds. He sighs, pushing his headphones back up onto his head, glancing up to see the calendar pinned to the wall beside the window in their little studio. "We're going to have to start talking about segments for Valentine's Day now that Christmas is over, you know."

"Ugh, don't remind me," Seokjin scowls, pulling his mic back toward him and straightening in his seat. "That's literally the last thing I want to think about right now."

"Same," Yoongi grumbles just as the On Air light clicks to green. "Welcome back to Jin With a Shot of Suga folks, thanks for sticking with us. So over the weekend, I saw a couple videos on Twitter I think we need to talk about because really, what is going on in our world right now with these ridiculous viral sensations…"

Morning staff meetings happen around 10am after the morning show finishes up which, if Yoongi is honest, is kind of perfect. The coffee is always fresh, the staff is always on time and once the hour is up, Yoongi gets the rest of the afternoon off until he has to go back in for his show. He likes his work hours and very much appreciates that he gets to sleep in and head to bed early, with most of his day free. He also really loves his whole team he works with on a daily basis. He really can't complain – Yoongi loves his job.

He arrives early like always, posting up in his usual corner and watching the rest of the staff file in from two separate doors. They aren't a small bunch here at LOVE 101.1 with all the writers, audio engineers, managers, sales teams, not to mention the on air talent. It always seemed like overkill to Yoongi to bring everyone in every single morning but Namjoon is all about team bonding and has assured him time and again it's important, but still. Observing over fifty folks filing in the doors of their luckily large conference room makes Yoongi a little annoyed.

"Good morning, Hyung," Kim Taehyung beams at Yoongi as he takes his usual seat beside him, long limbs folding easily into his chair. Taehyung is their promotions director, which basically means he's the sole reason their station has the amount of press and publicity that they do.

Taehyung's also quite fond of Yoongi. Which Yoongi used to find completely strange considering their paths weren't supposed to crossover much when Tae was hired at the beginning of last year but after a full year of working together, so many company parties and so many of these exact meetings sitting together and chatting, well. Yoongi kind of adores Taehyung. He's exceptionally funny and quite detail-oriented, and frankly, a huge factor in Yoongi's success with how much he brings in revenue-wise.

He's also delightful to have around so Yoongi doesn't mind too much. "Hey Tae-ah," he nods in a return greeting, eyeing the large mug in his friend's hand. "Already on your grind this morning?"

"I have sixteen meetings today. Sixteen. I deserve this," Tae replies with his nose in the air, making Yoongi snort.

Sitting back in his seat and drinking his own extra hot black coffee, Yoongi gives a nod to Jungkook as he enters and an eyeroll to Seokjin as he walks in close to last, sunglasses on, extra-large Mario t-shirt hanging off one shoulder. Yoongi's co-host loves to act like he's out of control in these meetings, like he's some difficult star that everyone has trouble managing, when in reality he's actually the exact opposite and the reason he comes in looking like a hot mess at every morning meeting is because he stayed up too late playing video games. "It keeps them all on their toes though," Seokjin had told him on multiple occasions. "It's hilarious to watch the sales team straighten up when I walk in like I might have a meltdown at any moment."

The effect has mostly worn off at this point after so many years but Seokjin likes to keep up appearances and honestly, Yoongi just appreciates the chaotic energy his friend brings to their office. This place might be boring otherwise.

Namjoon is the last to arrive, looking cool and confident as usual which Yoongi knows is utter bullshit considering the multiple frantic meetings and late night drinks he's had with their station manager who's essentially in a constant state of worry. About everything. Literally everything. He works more hours than anyone else they work with, regularly combing over ratings and schedules, hovering over the engineering department like he could somehow help with the complications of how the actual station runs, and overall being a quiet disaster inside.

He puts on an excellent front though and he's a fantastic leader. Yoongi always tries to offer a small smile or a discreet thumbs up every time Namjoon steps up to the head of the room at 10am but once all eyes are on him, it's rather impressive the show he puts on. No one has any idea he's second-guessing every word that comes out of his mouth except just a handful of them who hang out outside of work.

Yoongi's eyes also travel over to his co-host just to watch Seokjin's eyes glaze over a little, sunglasses sitting messily atop his head, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

The Seokjin of Jin With a Shot of Suga harbors the cutest of crushes on their station manager.

Of which their station manager has no idea.

"He's too focused," Taehyung has informed Yoongi on multiple occasions as if he didn't already know that. "I think if he looked up from those rating sheets permanently attached to his hand for just a second, he'd figure it out quickly because Seokjin-hyung is not subtle."

"Namjoon-hyung just works really hard," Jungkook had made the argument to all of Tae's comments. "But also yeah, Seokjin-hyung needs to cool it a little with the staring. We're at work for godsake."

Although, in Yoongi's humble opinion, Jungkook really shouldn't be one to talk considering the doe-eyes he sends in Hobi's direction anytime Yoongi's roommate is able to meet them for drinks or comes to any radio event. The kid can barely speak around him, just staring and blushing and fidgeting, so much goddamn fidgeting. And Hobi fairs no better, sneaking glances all night but never finding the courage to stammer out a few sentences. Apparently every single one of Yoongi's friends is emotionally stunted in the dating department.

And Yoongi can say that because he too is an absolute mess when it comes to any semblance of romantic relationships, but that's not something he's too interested in delving into during this staff meeting so instead he tunes Namjoon back in and listens intently to quarterly goals and upcoming promotions and new events they're considering.

"Oh and Taehyung-ssi is working on our annual Valentine's Day party," Namjoon says, as he marks something on his notepad. "It's a month away at this point so mark your calendars now, and no," he says sternly, snapping his head up and pointing at Yoongi. "There is no getting out of it. February 14th. You will be there."

"I didn't say I wouldn't be," Yoongi argues though he's already feeling a little bit sick to his stomach at the thought. He had managed to get out of it last year, feigning illness and bedrest, only for Hobi to go without him and rat him out.

"I know what you were thinking, Min Yoongi," Namjoon glares, before dropping a wink to Taehyung and moving on to his next topic. "You will all be attendance this year, got it?"

Slinking down into his chair in a sulk, Yoongi tosses a glare at Taehyung beside him, knowing full well he'd taken care of this bit long before this meeting was even scheduled. "Thanks a lot."

Not phased a bit, Taehyung simply grins, never looking away from Namjoon which only further annoys Yoongi.

The meeting drones on for just a bit longer before Namjoon claps his hands together. "Alright, that's all I have for today. Thanks for coming in. You're all free to go except the afternoon team, could you hang back? We've got a couple new things to go over."

Ticking his head to the side, Yoongi does as he's told, watching as the remaining staff files out, leaving just him, his co-host, Taehyung and Jungkook behind, trying not to get agitated about being forced to stay later since it's probably something important. He figures it's as good a time as any to talk with Jungkook about adding in callers to a few of their segments anyway.

"Okay so," Namjoon says, shoulders visibly sagging the minute the doors close and it's just the five of them. "We're making some changes to the programming on our station and it's going to affect your departments so I wanted to gather us all together."

"And you like us the best," Seokjin smirks, a flicker of heat flashing in his eyes when Namjoon glances at him. "You can admit it. It's just us here."

"Well these two already know," Namjoon flicks his hand between Jungkook and Taehyung, not rising to Seokjin's flirtatious bait probably because it went right over his head. "And you two are senior members of the staff so. It's easier to do it this way."

"But we are your favorites," Yoongi chimes in, just because he loves to poke the Namjin bear that poor Joon has no idea exists. "Just say it."

"And you're my favorites," Namjoon mimics in a nasal tone that only serves to make the two younger department heads laugh while Seokjin goes into a full on pout over it. "Now can we please grow up and get back to it."

"Never," Taehyung beams, and Yoongi only just has the chance to realize he's squirming a little in his seat.

And so is Jungkook.

Which isn't wholly unusual considering these two are hardly more than twelve years old and can't sit still to save their lives on any regular day but today it seems a little more than that.

Like they're practically vibrating.

"Can I go now, Hyung?" Jungkook bursts out before anything can continue, standing from his chair in the same breath. "Real quick?"

Startling for a moment at the sudden action, Namjoon recovers and flicks his hand towards the door. "Go quick and come right back."

"I will!" Jungkook yelps, all but tripping over his own feet as he hurries toward the door, whipping it open and scurrying out.

Frowning, Yoongi shares a look with Seokjin.

That was… weird.

Very weird.

"So we've been debating for a while now about late night entertainment," Namjoon continues as though Jungkook hadn't just practically fallen out of the conference room in his haste. "We've got our evening DJ which is fine, Kyung does a great job, but it's only music right now and we're thinking we need more of a show."

Dread floods Yoongi's insides, something like panic rising in his chest. "I swear to god if you move our show to late-night-"

He's cut off by a loud guffaw, Namjoon staring incredulously at him. "Are you kidding me?" he says in amusement. "Hyung, when was the last time you stayed up past 9pm? You think I'm dumb enough to put you on a night show?"

The utter disbelief at the mere thought of moving their program to late night puts Yoongi's mind at ease, tension seeping out of his limbs easily the more Namjoon informs him in no uncertain terms that he will absolutely not be changing work hours. "Okay," he settles back in his chair with a nod. "Good."

"What kind of idiot do you take me for," Namjoon mutters, shaking his head before glancing at Taehyung who looks like he's about to burst out of his chair a la Jeon Jungkook not two minutes prior. "Okay, yes, so. Back to the task at hand. Late night entertainment. Tae and I took a look at the data and it turns out the most popular listeners of radio stations between the hours of 8pm to 11pm are those looking for advice."

"Love advice," Taehyung emphasizes, looking between Seokjin and Yoongi like they should be catching on quickly to what's happening.

Except all that happens is Seokjin sinking further into his chair with a muttered, "Lonely hearts club eh? Sign me the fuck up." While Yoongi simply stares back at their promotions director with a blank look.

Which doesn't seem to do anything but peeve Taehyung off. "You know like the Love Doctor," he says impatiently, waving his hands around like this should be common knowledge.

Yoongi points a finger at himself. "9pm bedtime over here doesn't listen to late night radio, Tae-ah."

Floundering for a moment, Taehyung abandons convincing Yoongi quickly and instead sends a desperate look to Seokjin. "The Love Doctor, Hyung," he whines to which Seokjin merely shrugs, looking wholly uninterested, staring forlornly at the wall which Yoongi has begun to recognize as his Namjoon Longing Stare, just glazed over and pining away quietly as his love interest continues to be oblivious.

Maybe this station does need some love advice, for godsake.

"Basically," Namjoon continues through Taehyung's frustrated little growls. "We're bringing on new on air talent for a nightly show. It'll be very interactive with call-ins and write-ins, the host will tell stories from different platforms like Reddit and Twitter, and then give advice to anyone who needs it. People are really into that kind of thing."

Yoongi is nodding along, since most of this sounds pretty good, relatively straight-forward and has very little to do with him. "Cool," he says, stretching his arms up in the air. "Anything else we need to know or can I go?"

"Well actually," Namjoon says just as Taehyung turns with his mouth open, poised and ready, still way too excited over something so minor in Yoongi's world. "We're thinking we'll have him do a few shows with you and Jin-hyung this week. Just to get his voice introduced to our listeners and promote his show a bit. We want him to get some momentum before next month when it's Valentine's Day."

"When Jungkook gets back, he can go over the program plans with you," Taehyung adds on, looking utterly pleased.

"Okay," Yoongi shrugs. He glances at his cohost who simply gives a half-hearted thumbs up before turning back to Namjoon. "Wait, so you've hired someone already?"

"Yes!" Taehyung squeals, throwing his hands in the air like he's tossing confetti before doing a little dance in his seat. "And you know him too, it's-"

The sound of the door banging open halts Taehyung's words and Yoongi glances over to find Jungkook strolling in, grinning from ear to ear, cheeks pinched, bunny teeth out.

"Oh good," Namjoon straightens, glancing over Jungkook's shoulder. "Was he okay waiting for a bit in the lobby?"

Nodding, Jungkook simply steps to the side, eyes trained on the empty doorway.

Which is when a silvery-blonde head appears, peering into the conference room with round eyes before they disappear altogether as the boy smiles big and brilliant, giggling when Taehyung practically dives out of his chair with a screech and hustles over to the doorway, throwing his arms around the newcomer and lifting him up into the air.

And Yoongi's heart promptly drops straight down to the pit of his stomach.

Oh for fuck's sake.

Really?

Really?

"Hi," Park Jimin says all bright and pretty from where he's still being suspended by their promotions director, absolutely beaming at all of them in the room, the apples in his cheeks glowing cherry red as he swats at Taehyung. "Oh my god, put me down."

"Never," Taehyung cheers even as he does settle Jimin back on his feet, instead choosing to curl an arm around his shoulders and smirk at his team. "You are all extremely welcome for making this happen, by the way."

"We're welcome?" Jungkook balks, glaring at his friend. "This was my idea. He's my roommate!"

"Your drunk idea maybe but I did the convincing," Taehyung says sweetly. "This would have never happened without me."

"Oh yeah, like I needed a lot of convincing," Jimin laughs in that way that sounds like tinkling bells and Yoongi steadfastly ignores the way his stomach flips at the sound. "I'm so excited to get to work with all of you!"

"We're excited to have you," Namjoon grins, looking back toward his afternoon team and waving a vague hand in the direction of the doorway. "So, yes, in case it wasn't abundantly clear at this point, Jimin is our new evening personality, specializing in relationship advice." He points a finger at Jungkook. "And we need to figure out a name for his show today."

"Already on it," Jungkook nods.

Seokjin, coming back to life after clearly losing interest in all the previous proceedings and instead openly pining away, waves a hand at the doorway. "Jiminie, so good to hear you're joining us," he says sincerely, giving him a salute. "I assume these two lunatics have given you the rundown of this place from top to bottom?" He flicks a finger between Jungkook and Taehyung who are both grinning like the cat that got the fucking cream.

"Please, like he needs it," Taehyung says, rocking Jimin a little in his grasp. "He's been here countless times with me, plus he knows all of you from all of the parties he's come to. He knows everything already. He's going to fit in perfectly."

"Keep talking about me like I'm not here, punk," Jimin rolls his eyes, elbowing his friend in the side before looking back to Namjoon and giving a little bow. "I promise I'll work really hard, Hyung. Jungkookie and I have already come up with a bunch of segment ideas and I think the show could be really great."

"I don't doubt it, Jimin-ah," Namjoon smiles at him with an encouraging nod and Yoongi wants to sneer at his friend and boss for already eating out of the palm of their new talent's hand. "I was just telling Yoongi and Seokjin that you'll be starting on their show tomorrow, just for a quick thirty minute introduction. Tae will get you settled in today, get you squared away with HR and all that, and then you'll meet with myself and Jungkook so you'll be ready to go tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," Jimin emphasizes, finally bothering to look at Yoongi.

Yoongi, who hasn't said a single word through this entire introduction.

Yoongi, who hopes he isn't glaring daggers like he kind of feels like he wants to.

"I look forward to working with you," Jimin says, eyes locked on Yoongi for a brief second and Yoongi swears he sees a smirk dancing along his lips before it vanishes and those eyes slide over to Seokjin. "Both of you."

"It's going to be so much fun!" Taehyung cheers.

Yoongi is certain he doesn't agree with that sentiment. Not one fucking bit.

Yoongi should explain.

Really, he should have plenty of reasons why this whole Park Jimin joining LOVE 101.1 is kind of a huge fucking wrench in Yoongi's life.

He should be able to outline why this is problematic for him, easily.

Except he can't.

Because Yoongi doesn't even quite know.

It's impossible to explain. Kind of.

Ugh.

Park Jimin appeared in Yoongi's life about a year ago.

Ish.

Eleven months to be exact. Not that that's important. And it's not like Yoongi's keeping tracking or anything.

He's not.

But Jimin did just kind of drop into his world without preamble, thanks to one Kim Taehyung and his baffling plans to throw parties for every single fucking day of the year basically.

Or every holiday. Whatever.

It's good exposure for the show, he'd said. It'll bring in listeners, he'd said.

Sometimes Yoongi is sure that Taehyung is the best and worst thing that's ever happened to LOVE 101.1. Or maybe just to him. Who knows.

The point is that this is all Taehyung's fault. That much Yoongi is certain of.

And Seokjin didn't help matters. He'd egged on all this holiday bullshit, all these festive parties and events, dressing to the nines for every single one even though it's radio for godsake, waving at everyone like Miss fucking Korea as he sauntered in the door. It's completely ridiculous. No one should have this many parties. No one.

And yet, they do. LOVE 101.1 throws epic, lavish parties regularly to the point where they're kind of known for them now. People show up. Celebrities request invites. It's so stupid, Yoongi can't even begin to explain how ridiculous it all is because it shouldn't be part of his damn job description-

The point is their station throws parties a lot.

Which consequently means Yoongi sees Jimin a lot.

The first time was at their Hello Spring party last March (literally Hello Spring? The fuck does that even mean? Don't even get Yoongi started). It was Tae's second month on the job and his first major party, all of which Yoongi remembers because he fretted about it non-stop for weeks. Namjoon had been completely skeptical about all this event talk and Jungkook hadn't quite jumped on the Taehyung Is Awesome bandwagon yet so things were tense as it was. The only two really on his side relatively quickly were Yoongi and Seokjin, which frankly Yoongi would come to reconsider on multiple occasions, but Tae had done a hell of a lot for their show in his short stint so far and they were happy to back him up.

And then Hello Spring happened. Tae had forced them into pastels and big smiles and pinned little blooming flowers to their shirts and made them mingle and welcome everyone and record interviews for their show and dance and Christ alive, Yoongi could go on and on about how truly horrifying it was. Besides that, Taehyung is the only one in their immediate work team who isn't actually completely hopeless in the love department, having been married to Seojoon for going on three years and boy did he take every damn opportunity to flaunt his handsome husband all over the party (okay but really Seojoon is actually lovely and Yoongi gets along quite well with him, but it's the principle of the matter).

And then a few hours into the night, Park Jimin had arrived.

And Yoongi remembers it crystal clear.

Because Park Jimin is unbelievably attractive.

And that probably sounds stupid considering even though Yoongi works in radio, he also works with a surprising amount of good-looking people. But the thing is, Yoongi makes sure to not be attracted to people. To anyone. Attraction can lead to dates which could lead to relationships which Yoongi has, for all intents and purposes, staunchly avoided for a very long time now-

The point is, Yoongi is rarely drawn to anyone right off the bat of a single look.

Except, apparently, for this boy.

And, good god was it so fucking embarrassing.

"Guys, this is my best friend in the entire world, Park Jimin!" Taehyung had all but yelled from behind Yoongi into their little circle they'd created hours into the Hello Spring party. "I've been dying for you guys to meet him. Jiminie, say hello to your new hyungs!"

And oh how Yoongi had wished someone would have fucking warned him that the most beautiful human being he'd ever seen was going to be in full view the minute he turned around. Just a little heads up would have been nice. A nod from Seokjin maybe? A nudge from Jungkook? Hell, Seojoon could have slid by and given a little warning? No, of course two of those morons were too busy mooning over their respective love interests and not giving a single lick about Yoongi's while the third was casually talking Tae up to anyone who would listen but in that really grossly cute way happy people can do. Gross.

But really when it comes down to it, this is absolutely one hundred and ten percent Kim Taehyung's fault.

And probably like two percent Jeon Jungkook's fault too considering he lives with Jimin.

So Yoongi turned himself around without a care in the world to greet the newcomer without any semblance of warning, and promptly choked on absolutely nothing. Like actually choked. Like inhaled sharp and serious, catching something and really and truly choking.

Because Jimin was really and truly gorgeous. Standing there in dark skinnies and a pink printed button down, sleeves rolled to his elbows and delicate wrists shimmering in silver chains, he'd looked like a damn model with those dark eyes smudged in smoky purple shadow and piercing Yoongi's soul with how deep they were, a glorious pair of plump lips glittering with gloss and taunting him while he'd done his damndest to catch his breath after hacking up probably half a lung.

And Jimin?

Jimin had smirked.

Like one of those hot guy smirks with the tilt of his mouth and a little dimple appearing just at the corner, those luscious lips sinfully putting themselves on display as a delicate hand extended itself gleaming with rings on each finger. "It's nice to meet you," Jimin had said and Christ, it was so sweet and somehow fucking wicked all at once, a little brow pop, a little once over with those hooded eyes.

Like he fucking knew. Like he knew exactly what he looked like and how he looked and who was looking at him.

Like he knew every damn thing Yoongi was thinking.

It had been humiliating.

And what makes it so much worse is that Jimin is actually kind of lovely. After Yoongi had found some water and the little dignity he had left in him, Jimin, and Tae intermittently, had chatted them all up about their station and shows and programming. He'd been the mid-afternoon DJ over at KDBW at the time, less of an on air personality and more of just a time filler until the real deal could start, per his explanation.

Honestly, Yoongi should have seen the angle Taehyung was clearly scheming toward from the start but he hadn't been able to think much past how much he fucking hated this new person.

Because he did. And he does. He hates Park Jimin. He hates Jimin's stupid perfectly dyed silvery-blonde hair combo and how it falls just so across his forehead. He hates the soft slope of Jimin's nose and the way it scrunches up when he's making a face at Taehyung. He hates the way Jimin's laugh sounds high and pretty, the way his eyes all but disappear when he giggles, the way he's so goddamn charming to every single person he talks to.

And then his eyes will land on Yoongi. And that stupid little smirk will curl along his lips.

And what Yoongi hates the absolute most about Park Jimin is that Yoongi's actually got a big, stupid, insane, annoying crush on the boy who very clearly and obviously knows it.

And if that smirk is anything to go by, Park Jimin also knows he's very far out of Yoongi's league. He clearly gets off on being wanted by lonely boys who give him attention. Yoongi had him figured out in seconds considering he's delt with his fair share of these exact types of men in the past. It's all a big goddamn game to people like that. Yoongi's old enough to know that, has been through enough heartbreak to identify the player-types real quick and really he doesn't have time for any of it. Too damn old for it all, frankly.

It's also very obviously why he's still single and alone with how little of chances he gives anyone but this Jimin thing was obvious from the start and maybe Yoongi doesn't know much but he does know that he has no interest in playing any type of game with Park Jimin. No matter how gorgeous he might be.

"Hope-ah! I'm home!" Yoongi calls as he tumbles into the apartment he shares with his best friend since childhood, kicking off his shoes and dumping his messenger bag on the counter.

"Hi honey, how was your day?" Hobi says as he rounds the corner from the hallway leading to his room, grinning cheekily at his tired joke.

"Oh just lovely," Yoongi grumbles, pulling the fridge open. "How was yours?"

Hopping up onto the counter, Hobi hums thoughtfully. "It was fine," he says at length, thumping his heel against the cabinet. "I finally got that proposal done for my boss which was a gigantic pain in my ass. But it put me back at number one in his eyes I guess." He fist pumps into the air sarcastically. "Best Marketing Manager ever."

"Well done," Yoongi laughs, grabbing a sparkling water and some leftover gimbap from the bottom shelf before emerging from the fridge. "Gotta stay on top."

"Your show was great today," Hoseok grins, tilting his head to the side. He's an avid supporter of the entire LOVE 101.1 family and Yoongi is always grateful for it. "Seokjin-hyung has such a cute laugh, it sounds like windshield wipers going back and forth. Kills me every time."

Shaking his head, Yoongi smiles. "Do you know how many emails we get from people asking if he's single? That laugh seriously does it for people."

"It's a drivetime staple and very precious," Hobi shrugs before offering a smirk. "But your voice is the sexy one. All deep and serious, oof. I know you also get your fair share of emails."

Tossing his head back to chug his water and hopefully hide the way his cheeks heat at any kind of compliment, Yoongi turns his back to pick at his food and not look at his friend. "Whatever," he mutters, not really able to confirm or deny since he doesn't actually know if he gets emails. He just knows about Seokjin's because Jungkook teases him mercilessly about it.

Seokjin also has an incredibly handsome face, which is plastered all over their website. Yoongi appreciates that his voice may be nice but his features don't hold a candle to his cohost's. He sort of doubts he gets any emails at all.

He's just popping another piece of gimbap into his mouth when he hears his roommate exhale softly. "So uh," Hobi says, very clearly attempting to sound casual. "How is… um. How is everyone else at the station?"

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi turns to give his roommate A Look. "Jungkook is doing fine," he says pointedly. "Although that little brat owes me severely."

"I wasn't asking about Jungkook," Hobi attempts and fails to lie, lips tilting upward at the mere sound of his crush's name.

Like Yoongi has said: hopeless. Every single one of his friends in the love department are completely and utterly hopeless.

"Maybe I was asking about Namjoon?"

"You weren't," Yoongi laughs. "But seriously, you really should make a move on that boy so we have at least some way to block stupid things from happening. Tae is a lost cause but I think we could really get somewhere if we thwart Jungkook's power."

"What?" Hobi chuckles, cheeks dusting a little pink. "What are you talking about? What did he do?"

With a sigh for the ages, Yoongi locks eyes with his best friend. "He hired Jimin."

Hobi's eyes go extremely wide, mouth popping open. "Uh oh."

"Yeah," Yoongi says, pushing a hand through his hair. "Uh oh is right."

Jung Hoseok is the only person Yoongi has told about Jimin. About his unfortunate, stupid, painfully annoying crush on someone who will never want him the same way. Who would never be who or what he needs. Who is so excruciatingly adorable and so extremely sexy it's making things incredibly difficult for Yoongi who now has to see him regularly.

It was one thing to run into him at their events. It's a whole other thing to run into him every day.

"He's the new late night personality," Yoongi laments when Hobi says nothing more but instead offers a very concerned face. "He'll be giving love advice to desperate people who need it."

Hobi's brows go up, unable to keep the interest off his face. "Wait, seriously?"

"Oh my god, are you going to call in?" Yoongi chuckles, only laughing harder when his friend's face goes bright red. "Get some advice about your crush at his own workplace?"

"No! I was just wondering," Hobi denies immediately, shoving Yoongi's shoulder when he doesn't stop giggling. "I wouldn't… I mean, what would Jimin be able to help me with anyway? Isn't he kind of a fuckboy?"

Snorting at the use of a term he hasn't heard since college, Yoongi tips his head to the point. "Yes," he says easily. "But he's alluring. And he's got a nice voice, a very sweet laugh. People eat that shit up."

"I mean… that doesn't sound so bad," Hobi says, wringing his hands out in front of him like he's trying to shake the words free from his skin even as he says them.

"It is bad," Yoongi argues, gaze traveling to the ceiling in annoyance. "He's like a siren, he'll lure you in with his pretty voice and then drive a dagger through your heart."

"Ooh, and you want to be lured, don't you," Hobi teases, grinning in that bright way he has.

"Nope," Yoongi shakes his head fiercely. "I've already done the whole falling for a bad boy thing. Multiple times. I've got to know better now that I'm older, you know?"

They've had this exact conversation multiple times, it's just that they sort of fall on either side of the line. Yoongi prefers to be a bit aloof and more careful about who he lets in, which Hobi perceives as closing himself off to any kind of connection. Not that he's wrong but Yoongi likes to think of it more as self-preservation than anything else.

Meanwhile, Hobi thinks it's fine to be mindful of the knowledge they have now while still opening himself up to any and all possibilities of love. Which Yoongi thinks is reckless.

Thank god he's into sweet Jungkookie. Yoongi knows that boy with be good to Hobi if they ever manage to find the courage to speak to one another.

"I guess," Hobi says, furrowing his brow. "But. I just think everyone deserves a chance and maybe Jimin isn't so bad?" He shrugs, looking at his feet. "I just hate that you like him and you can't-"

"I don't like him," Yoongi denies with practiced ease. He's hoping if he continues, it will come true.

"Well you sure are sweet talking him up right now and now that you're working together…" Hobi trails off meaningfully, staring at Yoongi with raised brows. "You just seem a little more worried than necessary if you don't like him."

"I'm not worried," Yoongi sighs. "Nothing is going to happen. He's just going to be on our show tomorrow for a promo so they can ramp up his show for February and Valentine's Day. I probably won't even see him after that. It's not a big deal."

"Kind of seems like he's in your head," Hobi says with a sly little grin. "He'll be all sexy and hypnotize you with his big smile and soft voice and before you know it, you're back at his place sucking him off."

"You make him sound like some sort of sex demon," Yoongi chuckles.

"He probably is! Guys like that are always damn good in bed, it's why we want them," Hobi says, giggling. "He really is a sweetheart though, I really like him every time I see him at the station's events. It honestly surprises me still that he's the hit it and quit it type.

"Yeah, well he definitely is," Yoongi says, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "Look, I know we've both been through some really crappy relationship stuff in the past but I've never forgotten our conversation after we graduated, right? About how we're adults and we don't-"

"-put up with shitty behavior from our significant others, yes I remember too," Hobi finishes for him with an eye roll. "But that also doesn't mean we have to give up entirely."

"And it also doesn't mean we allow ourselves to get played, especially when we know good and damn well what we're getting into," Yoongi says with a nod. "See? We're on the same page."

"I know, but-"

"Hoseok," Yoongi says a little sternly. "It's going to be fine. I'm not an idiotic twenty-year-old anymore. I have no plans to be crying over some guy who just wanted to watch me squirm over him while he dated five other people. I'm smarter now."

"I know," Hobi agrees, hanging his head. "I just don't want you to miss out on something good. I worry about you, Hyung. I want you to be happy."

"I'm perfectly happy," Yoongi says reassuringly, switching his weight to his other foot and easily changing the subject. "Do you want some gimbap?"

It's only after a few minutes of silence while they both finish dinner before Hobi speaks again.

"Okay but is it still cool if I call in to his show for advice? I really need it and frankly Hyung, you're not any help at all."

"Don't you think it's a little weird?" Yoongi broaches the subject the next day with his on air partner as they're settling into their booth for the show, tugging on headphones and checking equipment.

"What's weird?" Seokjin says distractedly, tuning his side of the board to make sure his volume is correct in his headset.

Yoongi frowns, adjusting on his mic. "I don't know, that Taehyung and Jungkook basically handed Jimin this job. Isn't that nepotism or something?"

Seokjin looks at him curiously. "Uh, no," he shakes his head in amusement. "That's not nepotism, since they aren't related. And besides, since when can't friends help each other out with jobs? I basically got you this gig, remember?"

Scoffing, Yoongi rolls his eyes. "No you didn't, we came as a packaged deal."

"Yes but I was leading the package. By a lot. Namjoon had to whip you into shape."

"Oh whipped, is that what that was? It seemed more like begging and pleading than any sort of whipping but okay," Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head before his gaze snaps up to the window at the sound of a knock, laughing harder when he sees Namjoon glaring at him from behind the glass.

"My god, look at that man," Seokjin says dreamily just as Namjoon hits the intercom button into the booth.

"I don't ever remember begging you for anything," Namjoon snips before huffing a sigh. "Now don't forget to announce Jimin after your intros, he's going to be joining after the first break."

"We know," Yoongi and Seokjin say in unison, high-fiving each other just to be obnoxious.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "You're on in three, get it together."

"Look, all I'm saying is it's a little odd," Yoongi shrugs to his cohost as their station manager clicks off again. "Isn't it?"

"What is your deal with Jimin?" Seokjin asks, bending down to adjust his footrest. "He's a nice kid, why do you have this thing against him?"

"I don't," Yoongi says defensively, crossing his arms. "I just find it a little convenient is all. I'm looking out for the station." He scuffs his toe along the dark carpet. "Nothing against Jimin personally."

"No you definitely have something against him personally," Seokjin lobs back pointedly. "You think we don't all notice that cold shoulder you're constantly giving him? You're the only one who hasn't warmed to him since he started hanging around and as much as I know you like to pretend to have an attitude, you're really not like that."

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Yoongi sulks, heat flaring along his neck in shame at the accusation. He'd thought he'd been relatively careful about any outward hostility. He simply just keeps his distance is all. It's really not a big deal. "Whatever. Pay attention to our show."

"You pay attention," Seokjin shoots back with a glare. "And play nice during our segment with Jimin, yeah? He doesn't need your snarky attitude while promoting his show."

"Oh my god, I'm not going to do anything-"

He gets cut off by Namjoon knocking on the window again, signaling they're on in a few seconds and he rolls his eyes, ignoring the way Seokjin is staring at him sternly like he really thinks Yoongi is going to act up. Instead, he clears his throat and tilts his mic forward, watching for the On Air light to go green.

As soon as it does, he settles into his radio voice. "Gooooood afternoon folks and welcome back to Jin With a Shot of Suga, I'm your co-host Suga and as always the lovely Jin-hyung is of course in the studio with me as well."

"That's right ladies and gentleman, a very very happy Tuesday afternoon to you all and thank you for joining us during your drive home," Seokjin jumps in as per usual, their intros quick and easy by now. "We have an absolutely excellent show for you this afternoon, Suga tell them what's on the docket today."

"Oh we've got some more delightful dating horror stories for you at the top of the hour and a few Spotlight moments courtesy of Jeon Jungkook because we know all you lovely ladies and guys out there just adore our cute little program manager. But we've also got something very very special for you today, isn't that right Hyungie?"

"That's right Suga, after our first break we've got a very special guest dropping by to tell you all about his brand new show on LOVE 101.1. His name is Jimin, he's absolutely adorable and he's got the relationship advice you need! You won't want to miss this so stick around and Jimin will be with us after our first break!"

Music starts playing in the background as the On Air light flickers off and before Yoongi has a chance to say anything else, Namjoon is yanking open the booth door with a grin. "Alright boys, be nice to our rookie okay?" he says in that cheesy dad way he has. "Make him look good for his listeners."

"Always," Seokjin says overly sweet, staring at Joon for just a tick longer than appropriate before their station manager is replaced in the doorway by the new late night host.

Jimin looks business casual in a white button down with the sleeves rolled to his elbow and black slacks covering his legs, thin delicate chains dangling from both his wrists and around his neck. His silvery hair is styled with a side part, arching over his forehead and subtly winging out at the sides.

It's incredibly annoying how good-looking he is and Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead looking away to avoid the classic Jimin Smirk the minute he catches his eye.

"Hey Jimin-ah! Come on in!" Seokjin beams, waving him toward the extra chair and mic. "Settle in, settle in!"

"Hey hyungs," Jimin gives a little bow before making his way over, sitting gingerly into the chair and plucking up the headset. Yoongi does his best not to cringe at the honorific considering it wasn't his choice for Jimin to call him that. Another point against Kim Taehyung and his overly friendly nature. "Thank you for having me."

"Of course," Seokjin grins. "We're so excited you're joining our weird little radio family."

Yoongi watches as Jimin's eyes flicker to him for a brief moment, hesitating before deciding to focus solely on Seokjin. "I'm nervous," he laughs, pushing a hand through his perfect coiffed hair and Yoongi would think he meant it if he didn't know Jimin was actually a total ego maniac. "I've never done a real on air show before, just quick little asides before playing the next song." His eyes fall to the floor. "I really hope people like me."

"They will," Seokjin encourages in that special hyung way he has. "Now put your headset on, we're going to be back in a few seconds here. It's going to be great."

Nodding, Jimin settles the headphones onto either ear and pulls his mic right up to his mouth, closing his eyes for a brief moment and taking a deep breath before startling at the sound of the knock on the window.

"Game time kid," Yoongi says without looking their new co-worker's way, refusing to acknowledge how snarky that sounded before the light above them goes on. "Welcome back folks," he says, easily settling into his Suga persona. "And thanks for sticking with us. Hopefully traffic isn't killing you today but if it is, at least you've got us right?"

"You got that right," Seokjin gives a radio personality laugh a little obnoxiously before clearing his throat dramatically. "Now, as we promised, please give a warm welcome to the newest member of our LOVE 101.1 family, Jimin! Jimin, please say hello to our listeners!"

"Ah, hello there," Jimin says and even Yoongi could hear the smile in his voice if he weren't sitting right here. "Thank you so much for having me on today."

"It's great to have you," Yoongi manages without the side of snippiness, rather proud of himself for being so professional. "We're so glad you're here today. Now, you've got a new spot on our station here, why don't you tell our listeners about it?"

"Sure," Jimin nods, squaring his shoulders. "Well my new show is called Late Night Love and I'll be taking calls from 7pm to 11pm, offering up any advice I can for those lucky and unlucky enough to be in love, as well as telling my own stories. Listeners can also write in to our email address on our website with any relationship issue they need help with. It's going to be filled with sappy love songs in between discussions, so if you're in need of some advice, I'm here for you."

"And with Valentine's Day coming up, this would be a great time to get some guidance in the love department ," Seokjin tags on. "Lord knows we all need it."

"Especially us," Yoongi teases. "With our terrible dating streaks, I know I'll definitely be calling in for some advice." He won't be but he knows his listeners will eat that shit up so he goes with it when Jimin giggles delightedly.

"Well I know I'm a bit of a hopeless case when it comes to love but I did introduce my best friend to his husband of three years so I'd say I'm relatively qualified to weigh in on other people's problems," Jimin grins straight at Yoongi, eyes sparkling.

"We're hardly qualified for our job, I doubt anyone will give a toss if you're experienced or not, right Suga?" Seokjin chuckles, lobbing it easily in for Yoongi to take over.

"Speak for yourself, I'm an incredibly skilled radio personality," Yoongi argues, making his two cohosts laugh. "I mean, talking to folks on the road for a few hours a day and offering up tons of unsolicited opinions? It's hard work and I'm excellent at it."

"Humble as always, our Suga," Seokjin teases. "So Jimin-ah, tell us would you be willing to take some calls after our next break? Offer up some much needed advice to those hopeless romantics out there and show them what they should expect on your show?"

"Absolutely," Jimin croons into his mic. Yoongi has to admit, he's got a lovely voice. He knows their listeners are going to be eating out of the palm of his hand relatively quickly, which is great for their station.

Not so much for Yoongi's heart but no one seems to be checking in with him about that.

"Perfect," he says instead into his own mic and nods at the waving hand through the window. "We've got to take a quick word from our sponsors so please call in now if you need some relationship help and we'll be back shortly with Jimin."

The On Air light goes dark and Jimin blows out a shaky breath. "Geez, you guys are really good at this. I was barely able to keep up. I'm not sure I'll ever have that kind of easy banter like you do."

"What are you talking about, you did great!" Seokjin cheers, smiling winningly at their new coworker. "A real natural. Plus your voice is cute, listeners are going to fall all over you, seriously."

"I don't know about that," Jimin chuckles, rattling his head back and forth like he's trying to focus. "I just." His eyes land on Yoongi. "I want to be good at this like you guys are, you know? And I really want to help people. I used to love listening to those late night advice shows when I was a kid, and I think I could be really good at it but you guys are so-"

"If you say old, we're kicking you out of this booth," Yoongi mutters, earning him a blinding grin which only serves to make his heart go haywire in his chest. God, he needs to get it together. Soft smiles and a little self-doubt really shouldn't get to change the truth that Yoongi knows deep down.

Even fuckboys get to have moments of weakness, he tells himself. He won't let it fool him.

"I was going to say seasoned," Jimin giggles, biting at his bottom lip.

Seokjin scoffs. "Seasoned is just a nicer term for old but we'll keep you around for now since I think Jungkookie has a caller for us." He motions to their program manager currently bouncing up and down on the other side of the glass before he remembers he can just open the door since they're on a commercial break.

"We have a caller!" Jungkook all but shouts as he spills into the booth. "A good one! Asking about his roommate's co-worker or something? He needs help on asking him out."

"Ooh that's a good one," Seokjin nods, looking at Jimin who has gone a little pale. "You got this, kid. Just be honest."

Jimin nods. "I got this."

"We'll step in if you need it," Yoongi says, feeling a bit for this newbie because even if Jimin is a total player, he doesn't deserve to fall on his face. "But I think you can handle it."

"You've got thirty seconds so get ready now," Jungkook says before slipping back out of the door.

"I got this," Jimin repeats, staring at the mic. "I… got this. I definitely…" His hands are suddenly on his headset, yanking it off his head frantically. "Oh god, I can't do this. I'm a total fraud I absolutely can't do this."

"What?" Seokjin says in alarm, standing from his chair. "Hey, Jimin-ah, slow down."

"I can't, I can't do this, I'm not qualified for this," Jimin says in a panic, pushing back from the soundboard and before he can make another move, Yoongi realizes he himself is moving as well, hand coming down on Jimin's arm to stop him. It works, Jimin freezing in place.

"Yes you can," Yoongi says quickly, eyeing Jungkook to make sure they still have a few seconds. "You can and you will, Jimin-ah. No one is going to care if you're eligible to give them advice, they just want someone to give it to them. They need help and they're calling you to guide them. You can do this. You can."

"No," Jimin shakes his head, "I really, I can't, I'm a mess as it is in my real love life Hyung, I can't-"

"Stop," Yoongi says sternly, forcing Jimin to settle again. "Stop saying you can't. You can. You will. It'll be great. You got this. And you've got us here to save your ass if you need it, okay? Just wave a hand around if you need us to jump in."

Jimin is staring at him like he's hanging on every word, eyes big and round. It's the least in control he's ever looked, the least cocky and arrogant and instead letting Yoongi guide him, letting Yoongi take over and put him in a better place mentally.

It's a good look on him. A better look than that stupid smirk Yoongi hates so much.

"Find your confidence," Yoongi mutters just as Jungkook taps on the glass signaling they've got 5 seconds. "You'll do great."

Jimin is still staring at him as the On Air light turns green and luckily, Seokjin is back in his seat in time to handle the return considering Yoongi is still holding Jimin's arm, still trying to ground him.

"And we're back folks, thanks for sticking with us. Our adorable little program manager just let us know we've got a caller on the line looking for some advice from our new Love Doctor here," Seokjin says easily playing into their Jungkook Bit. "Jimin-ah, you ready to take the call?"

Still with his eyes locked on Yoongi, Jimin nods slowly, managing to shake himself out of his stupor when realizing the listeners can't see him moving his head. "Ah, yeah, yes, I'm ready."

Reaching for the abandoned headset, Yoongi hands it to Jimin with a serious nod, watching with baited breath as Jimin slips it back on, gaze never leaving Yoongi's.

"Perfect," Seokjin says easily, pressing a few buttons on their soundboard before tossing a face at Yoongi. "Let's get connected here."

Finally letting go of Jimin, Yoongi slides back over to his mic and eases back into the show. "Alright Caller, you are on the air with Jimin, now tell us what your name is?"

"Um, h-hi Yoo- Suga, yea, hey," the caller says and Yoongi is immediately on high alert because-

Jesus Christ he knows that voice.

Biting his tongue viciously to keep himself from saying that out loud, Yoongi glares at his mic.

"My name is, um. It's H?"

"Hi H," Yoongi says, just barely managing not to land too much inflection on that stupid cover name. "And what's the dilemma you're calling about today?"

He knows Hobi listens to his show religiously and he knows the conversation they had last night but really? The first caller? And H as a cover name?! For godsake, he could have tried a little bit harder.

Jung Hoseok must be desperate as fuck for that Jeon Jungkook dick and Yoongi is going to give him absolute hell for it tonight.

"Wah, yeah so, um, I…" Hobi stutters and Yoongi is losing patience fast because Hobi never calls in to the show and after Jimin's little mini meltdown, Yoongi really doesn't want any wrenches to be thrown into this segment if he can help it. He's considering hanging up on his best friend already when-

"Hey H," Jimin says softly but firmly into his microphone, kind and reassuring. "Thank you for calling in. From the brief description I got from our program manager, it sounds like you've got an interest in asking someone out?"

A low exhale of breath can be heard over the line and then, "Yeah. Yes. I think that I have a, um. A crush? On someone. He works with my best friend."

Jesus, like that doesn't make it so damn obvious. Why are Yoongi's friends like this?

"Got it," Jimin says easily. "And this guy, is he someone you want to actually date or is it just a crush?"

"I want to date him," Hobi says instantly, huffing a soft laugh. "He's really… he's wonderful. He's so kind and he's got these big eyes… I. I'm just not sure he wants to date me."

"And why do you say that? Has something happened?" Jimin asks, leaning his elbows onto the soundboard.

"No no, nothing has happened and I think that's the problem," Hoseok continues a little forlornly. "We've met quite a few times and he's really gorgeous, like incredibly so, and every time I see him I get so nervous I can barely talk. But since we've met so many times already and I haven't asked him out, do you think it's too late? Like wouldn't it be weird now for me to suddenly be like hey wanna go out?"

"I don't think so," Jimin says sincerely. "I think it's good you've established a bit of a base connection already, right? You know each other, you're not a total stranger to him. I think it's helpful to have some sort of interaction with someone before immediately asking them out."

"Yeah…" Hobi says with a sigh. "But the other problem is that I literally can't talk to him when I see him. I get so nervous I'm going to say the wrong thing and he's so intimidatingly handsome, it's impossible."

"Oof, yeah I can relate," Jimin giggles easily, gaze flicking to Yoongi briefly. "It's the devastating ones that are the hardest to make moves with."

"Exactly! Like he's so much hotter than I am, but I'm also a little older so I feel like I should make the move. But I don't even know if he's interested in me like that, you know?"

Jimin's brow furrows thoughtful. "First of all, I'm sure your levels of hotness are close to the same," he says a little sternly, making Hobi laugh. "But I understand what you're saying, especially if you're older." He folds his hands in his lap. "But – well, do you want my thoughts?"

"Please," Hobi says earnestly.

"I think it's worth taking a shot at. I know it's terrifying, and I know it's not easy to take a leap like that, but you'll truly never know if you don't try. You said your friend works with him, right? Could he give you this guy's number and you could send him a text message? Just lowkey 'hey I think you're really nice and I'd love to take you to dinner if you're interested'. That way it would take the face to face thing off the table and you could craft what you want to say without worrying about messing it up."

"Yeah… yeah. Yeah that could work," Hobi says with enthusiasm before he sighs. "But isn't texting for a date a little… I dunno, lame?"

Barking out a laugh, Jimin grins. "Not in our generation, no I don't think so. And with your concern about saying the wrong thing, I think this might be your best bet."

"But what if he says yes?" Hobi says frantically. "And then I have to talk to him on the date. That could be a disaster too!"

"I think you need to take this one step at a time," Jimin laughs gently. "I think you'll gain a whole lot of confidence you don't know you have if he says yes to the date. Then the talking will come naturally."

"What if he says no?" Hobi asks a little pitifully.

"Then you can call back in again and we can talk about the next gorgeous boy you're going to ask out," Jimin says sweetly. "It's going to work out the way it's supposed to."

"Yeah," Hobi says a little weakly with a sigh. "Wow. This did actually help though, thank you Jimin."

"Anytime," Jimin beams before peeking over at Yoongi. "Oh and make sure to tune into Late Night Love starting tomorrow night at 7pm, okay H?"

"I absolutely will," Hoseok says. "I appreciate the advice."

Yoongi hits the button to end the call with a sigh of relief.

"Well folks there you have it! He's sincere, he's cute as hell and he's here to help you," Seokjin delivers easily making Jimin laugh.

"Maybe that should be my tag line huh?" Jimin adds, but he's grinning at Yoongi, relief and gratitude shining in his irises and making Yoongi's stomach flip stupidly.

"It could work," Yoongi says a little hoarsely, clearing his throat and looking away from that pretty boy smiling at him. "He's got the love advice you need, so make sure to tune in to Late Night Love starting tomorrow night. Thanks again for joining us today, Jimin."

"Thank you for having me," Jimin beams, and Yoongi can't help catching his eye one more time, can't help sneaking a peek to find those big eyes back on him.

And a fucking classic Jimin smirk plainly in place.

It's only after their show has wrapped up, long after the Late Night Love segment has ended and Seokjin has already bid him farewell when Yoongi is wrapping his headset up and setting it back on its hook that the door swings back open.

And Jimin pops his head into the booth.

"Hey Hyung?" he says quickly, shuffling a little ways in to the small area.

"You're still here?" Yoongi questions with a little bit of a bite in his words. "Doesn't your show start tomorrow?"

"Oh," Jimin murmurs, looking a little hurt but Yoongi holds his ground, staring back at his coworker. "I was just shadowing Jungkook and Namjoon for the evening, seeing how they run your show so I can get a feel for things."

"Hm," Yoongi replies noncommittally, instead turning around to rewrap Seokjin's headset. It doesn't need it but he needs something to do with his hands while Jimin lingers in the doorway. "Got it."

A soft clearing of a throat comes from behind him and then Jimin speaks again, a little more confidently. "I just wanted to thank you for today," he says firmly. "You really saved my ass, you got me through my segment and I really appreciated it. I don't know what the hell happened to me, I never thought I'd get so nervous about something like that. It's like it became real in that moment, you know?"

Yoongi turns to offer a kind nod, resolutely ignoring the way his stomach is twisting up in knots.

It's just a game. It's all a damn game.

He'd prefer not to see a softer side of Jimin, if he's honest. It makes things so much more complicated. "You're welcome," he says simply, hoping his tone cuts the conversation off. "It's no problem."

Going quiet, Jimin seems to observe him for a long moment before deflating just a bit, big eyes lowering to the floor. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Well. Anyways. Thanks."

Still, he stays. He's got a shoulder pressed to the doorframe, hands shoved in his pockets.

And Yoongi waits, unsure if what else needs to be said.

"Listen Hyung," Jimin says, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, rubbing at it as his gaze stays intently on the floor. "I, um. I know you don't like me much. I'm not sure if I've done something to you that I didn't know or-"

"I like you fine, Jimin-ssi," Yoongi cuts him off, doing his best not to squirm in his seat at Jimin's directness.

Big dark eyes land on him, pinning him to the spot. "No you don't," Jimin argues readily, head tilting to the side. There is no malice in his words but he stands firm. "I know you don't. And that's okay, I mean we can't all like each other I guess but." He pauses, blowing out a breath and shrugging. "I'd really like it if we could at least be somewhat civil to one another. I think you're really nice and you really helped me out today which I honestly can't thank you enough for."

"Jimin-"

"No, really," Jimin implores, cutting him off. "I don't… it doesn't sit right with me that you don't like me and I want to fix it. And since we'll be working together more often now, I just wanted you to know that I'm going to try."

Yoongi frowns. "Try what?"

"Try to be your friend," Jimin says, offering a big winning smile at him. "I think I'm a pretty good friend and I think if you just get to know me, you'll like me. I mean, all of our friends are friends with each other so I think we should be to. So. I'm going to try."

It takes Yoongi a second to process all of that, brows pinching before he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. "Like I said," he doubles down, "I like you just fine. It was no big deal today and you'll do great on your show. We're good."

Standing still in the doorway for a few seconds longer, Jimin's pouty little mouth curves up into a smile. Not a smirk, not one of those knowing little looks he loves to give Yoongi like he knows exactly what he's thinking, but instead a small true smile like he's being genuine. "I'm going to try anyway," Jimin insists with a little nod.

And with that, he slips out of the booth.

And Yoongi wants to scream. He wants desperately to just shout his frustrations out into the world because he really isn't cut out for cold, he doesn't like being short and a little rude. This isn't him. Not at all.

But he has to protect himself.

He has to protect his heart.

And maybe he has a feeling. A weird, somewhat icky feeling settles in his stomach, this feeling that could easily be misconstrued as guilt fizzing in his gut like acid, because. Well, in all honesty, Yoongi actually doesn't know a whole lot about Jimin and what he's finding out in just one interaction he actually kind of… likes.

And he can't like Jimin. He already thinks the boy is drop dead fucking gorgeous and maybe thinks about him in the shower on occasion and maybe fantasizes about a world where Jimin is interested in him and interested in relationships and would never in a million years hurt Yoongi's heart.

But he doesn't trust any of that. He just knows smirks on pretty boys mean bad things and Yoongi is going to stay far far away from that.

As should have been obvious from the start with how well he did the first time out, Jimin's late night show is a big hit. A massive hit, actually.

People love it. They love to call in, they love all the advice and they fucking love Jimin. They can't get enough of him. He's charming as hell, he's got a very sweet voice and he actually gives very honest, real advice.

And Yoongi only knows all of this because he might just listen. Regularly. Like every single night.

But so what? He's just supporting his station. That's all.

He's not tuning in just to listen to that cute little laugh that makes him feel warm all over. Or that soft way Jimin says ah when he's thinking something over before giving his response. Or the encouraging words Jimin gives all his listeners at the end of each call about deserving love and finding goodness and appreciating themselves before their relationship.

It's not for any of that.

It's not.

But Yoongi gets why at all their morning meetings Namjoon calls out how well Late Night Love is doing in ratings. He gets why Jungkook is beaming with pride every time Jimin walks in the door. And he definitely gets why Taehyung crows about how easy selling ads have been for the program.

He really does get it.

But that doesn't mean it makes any of it less irritating.

Because Yoongi knows that Jimin is a fraud. He's no love guru or doctor or whatever the fuck everyone keeps telling him he is. He's not the station's savior; they were doing just fine before he came along. And he's definitely not the person to be doling out relationship advice when he clearly can't keep a healthy one himself.

Okay maybe Yoongi made that last part up in his head but it certainly fits his internal narrative that Jimin is somewhat of a playboy. With his puffy lips and smoldering eyes and those goddamn smirks that make Yoongi's blood boil, god. Jimin is not someone who should be trusted with relationships, even if his advice to Hobi on his very first day on Yoongi's show actually helped tremendously considering Hobi and Jungkook are now talking regularly according to his roommate. Which he'd told Yoongi with red cheeks and a smile he couldn't keep off his face if he tried, exclaiming how well texting works with someone you can't speak in front of.

And the icing on the damn cake is that Jimin has kept his word and been… nice. Overly nice. Going out of his way just to be nice. To Yoongi specifically. He waves at him in the hallways as they pass between shows almost every day. He tosses him a smile when they catch eyes in their morning meetings. He makes sure to track Yoongi down at least a few times a week to rave about how much he enjoyed Jin With a Shot of Suga the day before.

And… maybe Yoongi has softened to him. Just a little. Less cold stares and biting remarks and more just simple responding nods and gentle thank you's. It's nothing major. Even if Jimin's eyes light up every time he gets a positive response. Even if there seems to be an increase of interactions after a good one with Jimin seeking him out more and more often. Yoongi knows he could stand to be a little nicer so he has been. That's all. It changes nothing.

Because Yoongi knows this game all too well. He knows the rules and he knows how they're broken. And he knows good and damn well from so many failed dating attempts that guys like these are all the same. They smile and they're sweet and they're smooth until they have you right where they want you and then?

Well, then they break your fucking heart.

And Yoongi isn't ever going to let that happen to him again. He was an idiot when he was younger, catching feels quick and handing over his heart to all the handsome boys who gave him even a little attention, their smoldering smirks such a turn-on back then when Yoongi didn't know what they meant.

And maybe it feels a lot bigger than it was, maybe there was only a handful of bad boys that made Yoongi feel absolutely worthless, but the entire point is that he knows better now. He's learned. He grew up.

And now he's not ever planning on being that vulnerable again. Even if those true Jimin smiles make his heart feel all soft around the edges. He fucking knows better.

Fighting his way through the purple streamers that have been strategically hung up in front of the booth door, Yoongi rolls his eyes even harder at the sight before him, both his program manager and promotions director perched at the small table they'd crammed into the control room, red and pink paper strewn out in front of them, each holding a pair of scissors and carefully cutting out what appears to be hearts.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi asks as he zips his coat up.

"Making decorations," Tae says, brows pinched in concentration as his scissors make their way around the paper in his hand.

Frowning, Yoongi looks around pointedly at the excessive amount of streamers and stickers and little strange cutouts of cupid lining the walls, shimmering ribbons curling down from the ceiling in pinks and purples, the amount of hearts present in such a small space frankly a little alarming. It's festive, Taehyung had said. It gets everyone in the Valentine spirit.

Right, like Yoongi could somehow forget that Valentine's Day was in a week considering they'd been heavily promoting their party on the show for the last month.

"Do we really need more decorations?" Yoongi says with raised brows.

"Yes," Taehyung lobs back without batting an eye. "It's all about promotion, Hyung."

"Well I'm out of here," Yoongi shrugs, not in the mood to discuss where things should and should not be promoted. "Have a good night."

Jungkook, without looking up from his scissors, simply flicks his hand at him before saying, "Oh, make sure to stop by your desk before you leave. Namjoon-hyung saw something sitting there before I came in here."

"Mail?" Yoongi asks uninterestedly. He hardly ever goes to his desk even though he has one. He doesn't need it much besides to store his coat and messenger bag when he remembers to bring it but even those items sometimes just end up in the booth with him out of pure laziness.

"Dunno," Jungkook says, frowning at the heart that's appearing from the paper. "Namjoon-hyung just told me that so I didn't want to forget to tell you."

Shrugging, Yoongi gives a nod and a thanks before slipping out of the control room and into the mostly empty hallway, the night crew the only folks around once his show is over for the day. He gives a few waves and smiles at some of the evening team before he winds his way back into the small area of cubicles for the on air personalities that barely use them. He finds his easily, rounding the corner of the grey wall and stopping short at the scene before him.

Laying on his desk is a single long-stemmed red rose resting on top of a pink envelope with his name written across it in big swooping lettering, curling the Y at the tips and sliding the I all the way across the bottom to create an underline.

Titling his head, Yoongi frowns deeply.

What the hell is this?

Glancing around to see if there is anyone else nearby to witness this completely strange occurrence, Yoongi carefully steps closer like he's approaching a bomb considering he has no idea what any of this is.

But it's got his name on it.

Maybe it's… a fan letter?

Which is super silly, because sure he's gotten fan letters in the past, always a completely odd experience, but never… not anything this personal? Directly on his desk? No mail postage or anything? With a rose?

This is weird.

Very weird.

He's thankful it's so quiet at night, so no one has to witness just how truly confused he is in this moment. Not that he prides himself on being some brilliant, always with it kind of guy but he does consider himself at least semi-intelligent.

But he's being thrown for a loop right now. Seriously, what is this?

With all the caution in the world, Yoongi scoots the rose to the side and delicately picks up the envelope with his name on it, studying it for a moment before turning it over and slipping his thumb beneath the sealed edge, popping it open easily. He peeks inside before tugging out an equally pink notecard, delicately pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, eyes already reading over the words printed on the paper in neat handwriting.

You're very cute and really smart

You might just have my heart

I hope this doesn't cross a line

But would you be my Valentine?

Sincerely,

YSA

It takes an embarrassingly long time for Yoongi to comprehend the words staring him in the face.

What?

Valentine… what?

Scanning over the small notecard again, Yoongi's brows furrow in confusion, reading and somehow still unable to comprehend the words-

"Yoongi-hyung?"

He's lucky he doesn't toss the card and envelope up into the air with how hard he startles at the sound of his name, entire body spasming as he whips around to find none other than Park Jimin standing there, head tilted to the side.

"Fuck!" Yoongi snips immediately, instantly regretting his choice of tone when his coworker visibly recoils. "Sorry, shit, I'm sorry," Yoongi hurries to explain, waving his hands still filled with pink cardstock around as if to explain. "I didn't mean that, I just. Sorry."

To his credit, Jimin doesn't cower, standing up straighter and a little haughty, brows raising. "I'm here for my show," he says briskly, answering the unasked question as he tugs at the sleeves of his button down. His eyes flick between Yoongi and the desk behind him. "What is that?" he asks, gesturing with a flick of his wrist to the paper still clutched in Yoongi's hand and the rose on the desk.

Fucking hell, the last person Yoongi wants to tell about what is happening is Park Jimin, taking a miniscule step back as he glances between his hands in horror. "Oh, um. It's not. It's nothing."

"You're here this late over nothing?" Jimin says with just a hint of his signature smirk, though it goes away relatively quickly when he realizes Yoongi is in some type of distress. "Is everything okay, Hyung?"

God this is humiliating. This is so completely humiliating, why couldn't it have been Seokjin to walk by right now? Or Tae? Or hell, he'd even take Namjoon right at this point in time to avoid the complete embarrassment that he's just gotten a poem about how he's cute and how he's smart and oh god, Jimin will never let him live this down, he'll never let it go-

"Hey, Hyung, hey," Jimin is suddenly much closer to him, big eyes wide and worried as he carefully lays a hand to one of Yoongi's forearms. "You with me? Hyung?"

"Mhm," Yoongi manages, clearing his throat as the back of his neck heats, at the touch or mortification he doesn't know but it does ground him enough to clear his mind. "I'm fine. Sorry, I'm…"

And what he says next could either be contributed to the panic spiral he's currently falling down into over how completely thrown he is over this note, or it could simply be that he knows he's not getting out of this conversation without some semblance of an explanation. So. He signs his shame in ink and hands the card over to Jimin.

Really great.

With raised brows, Jimin takes the card, still looking at Yoongi with concern.

"I just found this on my desk and I… don't get," Yoongi mutters, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "Maybe you can help me."

And to his surprise, Jimin's face lights up. "Really?" He quickly scans the card, biting his bottom lip eagerly before his grin is back on Yoongi. "Aw, someone likes you!"

Yoongi's brain stalls on that thought again. "What?"

"What do you mean what, someone's got a crush on you, Hyung," Jimin beams, glancing down at the card again. "You, and I quote, have their heart. That's so cute." He looks back up hopefully, ticking his head to the side when he finds Yoongi's blank stare. "What is there not to get?"

"Well," Yoongi tries and fails to desperately find something not utterly pathetic to say.

Well who the hell did this?

Well it's not like this has ever happened to me?

Well I haven't gone on a real date in over a year and I've pretty much given up on ever finding someone so who in their right mind would give me something like this?

"Well why did they sign with their initials? Who even is YSA?" Yoongi manages to save himself from saying something he'll regret later. "That's so strange."

"Yoongi-hyung," Jimin says with a slow, knowing smile and Yoongi bristles. "Those aren't initials. It stands for Your Secret Admirer. Someone secretly likes you. That's what it means."

"Well that's even more stupid then," Yoongi says, tossing his hands up in the air even as his heart kicks up a little in his chest. "How does this even work then if someone likes me but I don't know who they are? That's so ridiculous."

"It is not ridiculous," Jimin argues immediately, crossing his arms and Yoongi just manages not to reach out and rip the note back from him like he somehow needs it. He doesn't need it. He doesn't care what happens to it. It doesn't matter to him at all. "It's really cute, actually. Someone is putting themselves out there for you on Valentine's Day. I think that's gutsy."

"I think it's weird," Yoongi bites back, frantically fighting to be annoyed by all of this even though his heart is pounding to a totally different beat, secreting away the truth that he's flattered beyond belief and delighted over the very idea that someone could possibly like him… "Do you think it's someone we work with?" he asks urgently because that thought fills him with a strong mix of excitement and dread, pulse racing faster.

"Probably," Jimin laughs softly. "I mean it was on your work desk. I think that it's likely they work here too."

"Or they broke in," Yoongi says, alarmed. "Oh god, what if it's some stalker situation? Seokjin had one once, it was terrifying. Maybe it's my turn?"

"Hyung, you need to calm down," Jimin says, though it's soft and kind like he's genuinely worried Yoongi is going to work himself into an early grave. "I think it's pretty harmless. It's just a poem and a rose. No threats or pieces of clothing attached or anything. I think it's safe to say the person works here." Glancing down at the card and turning it over in his hand, Jimin suddenly smiles a little slyly. "Or you could just ask them yourself."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Obviously I would do that if I knew who they were, Jimin-ah."

"No, I mean look," Jimin huffs, pointing at the back of the card. "There is a phone number. Did you not look at the back of this?"

And sure enough, there is more on the back of the card, the words Text Me? written above what is clearly a phone number scribbled below.

"Holy shit," Yoongi mutters, staring at the numbers. "What… what is going on?

"I think someone really likes you, Hyung," Jimin says softly, handing the card and the envelope back to him. "Are you going to give them a shot?"

Yoongi really doesn't know what to say, mind racing. "I… do you think it's like a prank, or something?"

He knows that sounds pathetic but he's not sure if it's more pathetic to think someone actually likes him or to think it's just a big joke someone's playing on him.

And he doesn't know why he's asking Jimin of all people. He's playing himself right into all the things Jimin probably already thinks of him.

Jimin, who's face drops almost comically fast, eyes going wide, staring at Yoongi incredulously. "You think someone would be that cruel?"

Yoongi doesn't know. He doesn't think so, none of his close friends would be that nasty. He doesn't think…

But they also work at a radio station. A radio station that needs segments. A radio station that's throwing a whole party in a few days that he's heard countless times needs promoting. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past any of them. Taehyung might have dropped one of these on everyone's desk. Seokjin might find this kind of thing hilarious without any malicious intent.

Yoongi would have to beat his ass for this later.

"I really don't think anyone would do that to you. Not here," Jimin waves a hand around, gesturing to the entire building. "I think you should send the number a text message. What harm could it do?"

"Well if it's a prank, I'll look really stupid for falling for it," Yoongi says pointedly to which Jimin rolls his eyes.

"I really and truly doubt it's a prank. Come on, it's Valentine's week. What better time than for someone to confess feelings for you?"

"But who could possibly… I mean why me?" Yoongi tries idiotically to save that pitiful sentence from flying out of his mouth, shaking his head at the card in his hand. "I don't get it."

It's not that Yoongi thinks it's impossible for someone to like him. He likes himself just fine. But there came a time at some point in the last few years where relationships just sort of became someone unimaginable. Like there wasn't someone out there just for him. And maybe that's terribly tragic and woeful and whatever else anyone wants to call it but that's sort of where Yoongi's at considering all the bullshit he's put up with dealing with one crappy relationship after the next.

Now all he's got a useless crush on a boy who won't ever want the same things he wants, of which is currently staring right at him telling him to pursue some kind of interaction with someone who may or may not have a crush on him.

Point proven, really.

"It's honestly that difficult for you?" Jimin says in a rather soft and somewhat sad lilt. "You really can't believe that someone out there may truly like you?"

"No, it's just…" Yoongi attempts to argue, finding he has no argument at all because he supposes that yes, that's relatively apt. "It's just so out of the blue," he mumbles. "I don't… stuff like this doesn't happen to me." He glances down feeling terribly lost.

"Me either," Jimin says gently, resting a hand on Yoongi's arm. "I think that's probably part of the fun for most people."

It takes a moment but Yoongi does laugh quietly, looking up to catch Jimin's sympathetic gaze. "Sorry," Yoongi sighs, pushing a hand through his hair. "Thank you for helping me."

"Hey I owed you one after my meltdown during my segment with you guys," Jimin grins, giving Yoongi a little pat before letting go. "But if you want my advice, which I'm going to give to you whether you want it or not, I'd say send the number a text. See what this is all about. If anything, it'll answer your questions, right?"

"Yeah I… might," Yoongi says at length, turning the card over in his hand as his thoughts continue to race. "Jesus, how am I such a mess over a note."

"And a rose," Jimin points out teasingly, brows raised. "You can't forget the rose."

"No of course not," Yoongi chuckles, plucking the flower off the desk and twirling it around. "A note and a rose. God, clearly I haven't gotten laid in far too long if this is all it takes to rile me up."

He doesn't know why he says that. He's getting far too comfortable here, probably since this is the longest conversation he's ever had with Jimin. He'll blame it on the strangeness of the entire situation he's in.

He knows his face is bright red when he sees Jimin smiling brilliantly at him.

"You should definitely text the number," Jimin beams, taking a few steps back and tossing a thumb over his shoulder. "I should probably go get ready for my show but. Let me know how it goes maybe?"

Yoongi's brows furrow in confusion. "Really? You want an update?"

"Yes!" Jimin calls, still grinning, still cute as hell. "It's Valentine's week. I gotta live vicariously through your situation since I don't have anything going on."

"Park Jimin doesn't have a Valentine?" Yoongi shoots back with no heat behind it, preening a little when Jimin laughs. "The love guru himself?"

"Nope," Jimin laments, hand resting on the doorhandle. "Guess you'll have to be my Valentine by proxy huh?"

And with that, he slips through the door, leaving Yoongi's mind spinning like it never has before.

It's stupid. It's really stupid actually. Yoongi has no valid excuse as to why he does it but he does it and that's probably all that matters.

He listens to Jimin's show.

The entire thing from start to finish. Four hours of Jimin's sweet voice filtering through his headset as he lays in bed. He's been in a routine of it for a long while now but he does his best not to soak it in like he is now, not to lay in his bed and close his eyes and just be with this boy in the only way he'll ever allow himself.

It's stupid, it really is but he's so rattled from earlier, so out of step with himself and maybe… maybe a little hopeful. A little flattered.

And a hell of a lot curious.

Who left Yoongi a poem and a rose on his desk? Who? And… why?

Yoongi has no answers.

He turns his head to stare at the card propped on his night table, perfectly printed numbers staring back at him.

He wants answers but he's truthfully a little bit terrified. Yoongi hasn't put himself out there in years. Like actual years. He's jaded as hell after all the terrible dates and horrible boyfriends he's cycled through in his life, he's really all but given up on love. He really has.

Not that that's what this is, this card and this poem and this flower, no he has no idea what this is.

But it feels like it could be something like that and Yoongi isn't sure he's ready to trust anything.

"Alright you lovely listeners," Jimin's voice croons back in through Yoongi's headphones, smooth and high and pretty. "That's it for me tonight. I so appreciate all of you joining me this evening. Please always remember that you are beautiful, you are worthy of love and you deserve happiness."

Yoongi can't help but smile to himself at the usual sign-off, those words having been ingrained in his head by now.

"And one more thing I'm going to leave you with tonight," Jimin continues, piquing Yoongi's interest considering it's so out of the norm. "With Valentine's Day just around the corner, my advice to all of you is this: take the leap. Make that phone call. Ask that girl at the coffee shop out. Tell your best friend you've caught feelings. Do the thing that scares you the most." A soft chuckle fills Yoongi's earbuds. "There is no use in having regrets, right? This is Jiminie signing off. Goodnight lovelies."

And with that, the music fades into the midnight time filler until the morning team comes on in a few hours.

But Yoongi can't stop hearing those words. Staring at his ceiling, replaying them over and over.

They were totally aimed at him, weren't they? Jimin said that on purpose, trying to goad him into texting the number. Probably. Not that Jimin knows he listens to the show but in the case that he might be listening…

God, why is it working though?

With a heavy, put-upon sigh, he's grabbing his phone off the nightstand, hesitating for only a moment before he's plucking the card up, punching in the numbers with a shaky thumb and tapping out a message that still gives him a little bit of an out.

I swear to god if this is Seokjin I'm quitting the station tomorrow.

It's pointed and short and Yoongi thinks maybe it might scare off whoever is on the other end of this number which he thinks could be a good thing. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Ugh. He stares at his phone, frowning at the message he just sent and wondering if it was a little too aggressive when another message pops up below it, vibrating the mobile in his hand and making him jump.

FINALLY

Jesus, you are a stubborn ass, you know that?

No.

God, no.

Fucking hell, he's going to murder Seokjin when he gets in tomorrow. It's such a Seokjin sentence, his cohost having called him a stubborn ass on air multiple times and in several memorable morning meetings, god of fucking course it's for a bit.

So many terrible, awful emotions fill Yoongi's insides from top to bottom, from relief to regret, sadness to shame, that horrible feeling of being intensely let down aching through his chest like a waterfall, dousing the hopeful flames licking at his heart in one fell swoop.

God, he's an idiot. Of fucking course this was all a joke.

He types back hurriedly, fingers shaking.

So this is Seokjin.

Great.

Good joke, haha. Bye.

Throwing his phone across his bed, Yoongi curls in on himself, hugging a pillow to his chest and burying his face in it, closing his eyes and trying to breathe through the utter humiliation he feels burning his throat.

His phone starts to ding on the other side of the bed, one two three four times in rapid succession, vibrating over and over as his text alert goes off and Yoongi grabs it, ready to let Seokjin fucking have it, thumbing open the lock screen and reading-

This isn't Seokjin!

I swear it isn't!

Why would this be Seokjin?

Does he also have a crush on you?

Yoongi stares at his phone, unblinking for a very long time before slowly tapping his reply.

What

The reply is immediate.

Well I have a crush on you so I was just double checking if I had competition or something.

Yoongi still isn't catching on.

You

What?

You're cute

Yoongi is struggling very hard in this text conversation.

This isn't Seokjin?

Nope!

Also, isn't Seokjin dating Namjoon?

Well that is something Yoongi can answer.

No

Oh

Really?

But they flirt all the time

Is that why you left me your number? To talk about Seokjin and Namjoon?

Omg no

That would be so dumb

So why then?

I literally left you a note and a rose. It couldn't be more obvious!

It wasn't that obvious, Yoongi replies weakly because even he knows that's a stupid argument, the hurt in his chest dissipating slowly as he stares at his phone. I just thought it was like a prank or something.

Why would someone play a Secret Admirer prank on you? That would be so mean.

Tipping his head to the point that yes, none of his friends are that cruel, Yoongi types out his response with a little bit of a wince, hoping it doesn't sound too pathetic.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before

So I didn't know

Well that's just a damn shame. And actually really surprising. I bet lots of people have secret crushes on you.

Snorting, Yoongi rolls his eyes at that ridiculous comment. Sure they do, he panders, tapping a fingernail against his screen before just biting the bullet. So what's your name?

Oh I can't tell you that.

Yoongi frowns.

What? Why not?

Because that defeats the entire purpose of this.

What's 'this'?

This Secret Admirer thing!

The whole point is for me to remain anonymous until I've wooed you and THEN I'll tell you who I am.

Wooed me?

Jesus Christ

Cute right? I'm very charming. So that's one good thing about me you can write down.

I'm supposed to write down all the good things about you?

Well you should keep a list. To decide if I'm good for you, you know?

You seem very sure of yourself.

Oh I'm not at all. I'm actually sure this whole thing is going to flop entirely but hey, it's Valentine's week and I think it's a great time to shoot my shot.

I'll always regret it if I don't, right?

I guess.

So, do we actually know each other? Like, do you work at my station?

I do, yes.

I'm realizing that narrows down nothing which is probably why you answered that question

Correct

So we work together

And we've talked?

We have

A lot?

What's a lot to you?

Like every day?

Ah, no. Not every day

How long have you worked at the station?

Nope, not answering that

How long have we known each other?

That's the exact same question in a different form

So we only know each other through work?

Yoongi

Ooh, no honorifics. That's telling

Oh my god, what are you Sherlock Holmes?

I can't use honorifics otherwise you could figure out who I am.

Can you just be cool with none right now and then I promise when we meet I will use all the honorifics?

I'm not sure. I don't want to date someone who isn't respectful.

So you're already thinking about dating me?!

Not what I meant

To this stranger's credit, they're an incredibly cuter texter. Which is annoying. Yoongi doesn't want to like someone he doesn't know anything about.

So you kind of know me then.

Yes.

And you know I'm gay?

Doesn't everyone in the tri-state area?

I just wanted to make sure.

And you are…

Male and gay, yes.

Okay. Cool.

Is that all it takes for you?

Not even close. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page here.

We're very much on the same page

Good

Great

Wonderful

Is this too weird? Be honest

What do you mean?

This whole Secret Admirer thing.

You seem…. I dunno.

Weirded out.

Am I totally making you uncomfortable?

Considering that for a moment, Yoongi rolls onto his back in his bed, staring up at his phone hovering above his face.

I wouldn't say uncomfortable, no

He thinks maybe that's not enough, feeling like he should be as truthful as possible.

I just don't know what to do in this situation

I'm really sorry, I'm not trying to put you in a bad spot

I just didn't know how else to do it

Do what?

Talk to you.

You can't talk to me at work?

Oh god no

What why not?

Because!

You're, yeah know

You.

Yoongi frowns at the screen.

I have no idea what that means.

It means you're intimidating as hell

No I'm not.

Yes, you really are.

You've got this really serious face but you're also incredibly gorgeous.

It makes things difficult for me.

Yoongi stares at his phone, his face feeling hot all over at the blatant compliments. No one's ever been this direct with him before. It's making him a little anxious but in kind of a nice way strangely enough.

He's so curious, he doesn't want this to stop.

You're very forward.

I just call it like I see it.

So why all the secrecy? You seem pretty comfortable just telling me what you think.

Oh no.

No no, in person would be a disaster.

You make me very nervous.

This is much easier, the whole not looking you in the eye thing.

So we're just going to talk on text forever and that's it?

No.

No?

I have a plan

A plan

A whole plan

What's the plan?

I can't tell you the plan

I feel like we're getting no where

I just want to get to know you

And for you to get to know me

I swear I'm not some creepy stalker

You know that's exactly what a stalker would say right?

I'm not!

Right before you murder me: "I swear I'm not a stalker!"

OH my god, I don't want to murder you, that would defeat the entire point of this!

And I'd go down in history as the moron who trusted a 'secret admirer'

You're very dramatic

I'm realistic

You're lucky you're cute

I think you just like to flatter people

No, I just like to flatter you specifically because I mean it

This is just so exciting for me!

What is?

Getting to talk to you

To flirt you

To tell you how freaking adorable you are

Because you are very cute

Flattery again

Meaning it again

It's stupid how much Yoongi is enjoying this simple banter.

It's stupid how much Yoongi is enjoying the attention.

I really hope I'm not freaking you out

Am I freaking you out?

You can tell me to stop

Just say the word and I'll leave you be

Yoongi reads the flurry of texts, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to gnaw at it when he realizes he hasn't texted in a few minutes, instead basking in the attention.

He hasn't been noticed like this before. Ever.

It's kind of intoxicating.

I think it's fine, he decides to respond with a helpless little shrug to no one.

You think?

It's fine

You promise?

I promise

Okay good

But you can rescind that promise at any time

I don't want to make you uncomfortable

Yes I'm familiar with boundaries and I have no problem setting them

Ah, there's that classic Yoongi snark!

How do you know I'm snarky?

I told you: we've talked

Also your voice is on the radio literally five days a week

I think most people in our city know your snark

It's unfair I can't narrow it down even a little bit to figure out who you are

How about I make you a deal

I'm listening

You give me five days over text message

No trying to trick me into telling you who I am

No researching no asking around

No nothing

And at the end of the week, I promise I will tell you who I am no matter what

No matter what?

No matter what happens. Whether you actually want to meet me or not

I will tell you who I am.

Deal?

Deal.

Yay!

Can I ask you a question though?

If it's something I can answer, yes.

Why are you doing all of this?

Just to talk to me?

That seems kind of… unbelievable.

Why would it be unbelievable?

I don't know, this just seems like a lot of trouble for

For what?

For a crush, I guess

Hm, I suppose that's a fair question

Have you ever met someone that you just instantly think wow, that person is really something

They just make an impact on you immediately and you can't stop thinking about them?

And they're handsome as hell?

Yoongi laughs despite himself, though his blood starts to pound in his ears when he realizes that yes, that has happened to him. It's been happening to him. As much as he hates to admit it even in the privacy of his own head, Yoongi actually very much understands what this stranger is saying.

That might have happened to me once, yes

So then you know

And maybe this is terribly cowardly to try and talk to you here before I actually talk to you in person but

You make me really nervous and I don't want to screw anything up

This seemed like it would be a helpful way to get to know each other without me getting in the way I guess?

Yoongi thinks he understands that. He thinks it's better than doing nothing about it like he's done with this whole Jimin thing. Not that he wants to do anything but deep down he knows he's chosen to ignore the entire thing and continue to keep his distance rather than really think it through, even as he knows he's been softening to his new coworker.

He's just thinking through how he wants to reply when his phone pings again.

You make my heart race, Yoongi

Jesus Christ.

He feels those words deep in his chest, causing goosebumps to ripple along his skin and out to every limb.

I should probably say goodnight to you now so you can get some rest since it's late

But I'll text you tomorrow okay?

He knows he should reply more than one word but he can't manage much of anything in this moment, his own heart kicking up in his chest.

Okay

Sleep well, Yoongi

Yoongi doesn't sleep well. Yoongi instead stays up far later than he really should, rereading the text messages from YSA over and over and over again.

Yoongi doesn't see a new text until after the morning meeting. He's just stopping by his desk to stash some flyers Taehyung had asked everyone to look over when he feels his phone buzz in his back pocket.

Though it takes a moment for him to process it considering he's staring at yet another red rose laid nicely on his desk. Frowning, he tugs his phone out of his pocket.

Good morning

It's of course cute but Yoongi cuts right to the chase.

Did you leave a rose on my desk?

I did?

Yoongi frowns, confused.

Did you?

Yes I mean I did but why are you even asking?

Isn't it obvious?

Or do you have like ten secret admirers leaving things on your desk right now?

Yoongi laughs despite himself.

No

I just wasn't sure, that's why I asked

Oh.

Yeah, it was me

There was no poem

… Did you… want a poem?

No

It just confused me is all.

I mean the poem was just a precursor to get to talk to you here

No I know, I just mean.

Never mind.

Did you like my poem?

Yoongi is blushing, he's fucking blushing at his phone in the middle of his office for godsake.

No

Oh my god, you're so soft, I love it

I'm not

You are and it's so endearing, I can't even

I can write you another poem if you want

No don't

Roses are red

Stop

Violets are blue

Don't

You're super cute

Please

And I kind of adore you

This is terrible

It really is

But did it make you smile?

God, it did and Yoongi would be mad about it if it didn't feel like butterflies are chasing each other around in his stomach.

Maybe

I really like it when you smile

Christ, Yoongi can't handle too much cuteness.

You know this is kind of creepy right?

Fuck, sorry you're right

Switch topics?

Instant guilt tastes terrible on his tongue but Yoongi can't get in too deep here with someone he doesn't know. This is smarter.

I'm only teasing but yes let's switch to stay safe

Deal

I actually have a question

Shoot

Yesterday, you said you knew how it felt to meet someone and feel something

I did

Did that happen to you… recently?

Tapping his thumb against his screen for a moment, Yoongi considers his response carefully.

Why?

Well, now this seems silly to even ask since it probably should have been the first thing I asked you but

Are you seeing anyone?

A grin is spreading across his face and he can't even help it.

No

Because I'll back off if you are. No hard feelings

I'm really not.

But you're interested in someone?

He knows he needs to be careful here. He doesn't quite know where his feeling stand with Jimin as it is and he doesn't need to be telling someone he's never met more than necessary.

But he wants to be somewhat truthful.

It doesn't matter

It does to me

It doesn't because it wouldn't have gone anywhere anyway

Why not?

The guy is kind of a… what's the gay term for womanizer? Is it manizer?

OMG

You're into a fuckboy?

No

Not really

I know better than to get tangled up with something like that

He feels a little frantic, not wanting to scare off this new connection he's really been enjoying the past day and, well. He should be honest.

Plus he doesn't like me like that either so it really really doesn't matter

Okay

Still jealous but okay

You are?

God yes

Some stupid boy has your interest and has no idea how lucky he is

Christ, this boy. This boy who makes Yoongi feel warm all over. Warm enough to say something a little reckless.

I mean

I wouldn't say he's the only one who has my interest

There's more?!

It makes Yoongi laugh out loud.

I was talking about you

Oh

That's really good news then

Really really good news

"Yoongi-hyung! Hey!"

He's still grinning at his phone when Jimin bounds up, eyes already flicking between the rose, the cell and Yoongi's face, smile pinching his lips like he's trying not to look knowing and ready to interrogate.

"Hey Jimin-ah," Yoongi attempts to sound casual and not like his entire being feels like it's considering floating away on a happy little cloud and into the abyss. "How are you?"

Jimin's eyes fucking sparkle at that and Yoongi's stomach flips. "Not as good as you clearly. Another rose? And you're looking all dopey at your phone. You totally texted Mr. YSA, didn't you?"

Mouth opening and closing at least twice, Yoongi realizes he has nothing to reply to that so he simply shrugs which only serves to make Jimin laugh.

"So cute," he chuckles, shaking his head. "And is he as lovely as that little poem he left you?"

Yoongi can already feel himself nodding, catching himself long after it's noticed. "Well, I – wait, how'd you know it's a guy?" Had he said that? How does Jimin know-

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" Jimin laughs easily, putting Yoongi's nerves a little more at ease. "Everyone in our city knows you're very gay, I'd just assumed it would be a guy to make a move on you."

Truthfully, Yoongi hadn't thought about it that way but he supposes that makes sense. He forgets how often he talks about his dating life on their show. Of course women are smart enough not to try anything with him.

He feels a little silly now that he'd asked YSA about it earlier. "Yeah, you're right."

"So?" Jimin pries gently with big wondering eyes. "What's he like? You promised me updates, you know."

"I don't think I promised any such thing," Yoongi laughs with a shake of his head but. Well. Honestly he kind of wants to talk about it with someone. He's told no one what's going on because –. He's not really sure why. He just kind of wants to keep it to himself. Keep this nice thing he has going private for just a while longer considering he isn't even really clear what this is.

So he blames what he says next on that.

"He's sweet," Yoongi murmurs, cheeks feeling hot as the words tumble out, dropping his gaze to the floor. "And… charming." Even as he says it, it makes him cringe but it's really the best way to describe it.

"Why do you look like you swallowed a bug when you say that?" Jimin giggles. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, yes, it, uh, it is," Yoongi stammers, making the mistake of looking up at Jimin, seeing his very pink cheeks, the way his eyes are curved into half-moons as he smiles.

And that's about when it hits him.

How strange this is.

Talking to his crush about a new guy? Not that Jimin is aware he has a crush… he doesn't think. But it was only days ago that Yoongi was slowly softening to the idea of even being friends with Jimin instead of staunchly ignoring him and now they're just chatting about Yoongi's secret admirer like it's not a wholly monumental situation.

But maybe it's a little bit nice. It's clear that Jimin is really trying to be his friend. No smirking or teasing, no eyeing him like he knows exactly what Yoongi is thinking. It's like he's switched his player status to genuine friend and Yoongi can't really complain. It's a little bit lovely.

"Good lord I feel so single right now," Jimin whines adorably. "The most romantic time of the year and all my friends are getting coupled up and having dates on Valentine's Day while I'll be home eating ice cream and being sad all alone."

Yoongi's brows pinch. "Won't you be here with the rest of us for the party?"

"Metaphorical ice cream, Hyung," Jimin rolls his eyes like this should be very obvious before smiling winningly. "But yes I'll be here. I'm hosting the event on my show remember?"

"Yes, I've only been promoting it on my show all week," Yoongi glares teasingly which makes Jimin giggle. "I could never forget."

"Oh great so all the couples will also be at the party," Jimin sighs. "So it'll just be me myself and I like always. Great."

"I'll be there alone too, you know," Yoongi chuckles, pointing at his phone. "I mean, we don't have any plans to meet or anything so I'll be on my own like usual. And I'm bringing Hobi so we can all hang out if that would be more fun?"

"Oh please, Hobi will boyfriend Jungkook by the end of this week, are you kidding me," Jimin says with raised brows. "After the excellent advice I gave him on your show, those two are going to be all in love and gross by Valentine's Day."

"Wait you knew that was Hobi?" Yoongi asks with a laugh, brows raised in surprise.

"Of course!" Jimin chuckles, grinning big. "It was so obvious. Besides, Jungkook has been pining for forever over him, I really wanted them to get together. They've been talking, you know."

"Oh I know," Yoongi sighs considering Jungkook and Hobi talking has been the literal bane of his existence when every conversation he has with his roommate is about how cute Jungkookie is. Like he doesn't already know that. "I get a play by play every evening."

"Don't be annoyed, Hyung, it's cute," Jimin admonishes teasingly. "They're precious, let them be precious. And you're precious too with your little admirer chasing you around and leaving you roses. So cute."

"He's not chasing me," Yoongi argues immediately, feeling the back of his neck go hot. "Whatever, I'm sure plenty of guys are chasing you." It's really not meant to be the jab it probably sounds like, just more of a redirect but Yoongi is curious how Jimin might respond.

But Jimin just shakes his head a little forlornly. "Nah, I haven't caught anyone's eye like you have," he ribs, laughing when Yoongi rolls his eyes. "No but really there isn't anyone that's into me I don't think."

The wording of that sentence catches Yoongi's attention. "But there might be someone you're into?"

He feels it before he sees it, Jimin's gaze sharpening, narrowing at him. "Maybe," he says cryptically, staring at Yoongi like he's daring him to read between the lines.

Which Yoongi has never done well, feeling a little bit like he's lost the plot of this conversation and dropping it quickly. "Ah, well hope it works out," he says, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck awkwardly. "Um, anyway. I better get going."

"Yeah, same since we have to be back here shortly," Jimin says, sliding easily back into their normal chat topics. "Have a good day, Hyung."

"Yeah you too."

And before he can turn around to go, Jimin steps just a little closer.

"I'm so happy for you, Hyung," he says gently and with so much sincerity, a true smile tilting the corners of his mouth. "I really hope things work out for you. You deserve it." He wraps a hand around Yoongi's bicep, giving it a little squeeze along with a nod before he turns and walks off, leaving Yoongi to watch him go, feeling unbelievably off-kilter.

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

Goddamnit, what the hell was he thinking?

He can't be friends with Park Jimin.

Not when he's so damn attracted to him, not when Jimin is being all wholesome and caring and downright kind. It's impossible. Shit, he really should have kept his distance from that boy. It had been working just fine for him, thank you very much. He shouldn't have listened to his friends, he shouldn't have indulged Jimin's constant drop-bys and he damn well should have used his brain and remembered what having feelings for boys like that can do.

With a sigh, Yoongi glances down at his phone, guilt settling like a rock in his stomach. Which is kind of stupid since neither YSA nor Jimin are his actual boyfriends, hell Jimin doesn't even like him like that but for some reason he feels like he's doing something wrong. Like chatting with and, frankly, flirting with YSA and having little chats that end with arm squeezes and soft smiles with Jimin is somehow wrong. Like he's hurting someone.

But god, he doesn't want either to stop. He wants both and he knows in his gut how terribly selfish that is.

And then a thought pops into his head. It comes and goes quickly, simply because it's completely absurd and not even remotely possible but. Fuck, how nice would it be if Jimin was YSA? If they were the same person? If Jimin wasn't some bad boy out there breaking hearts but instead a sweetheart leaving roses for Yoongi to find? How goddamn incredible would that be?

Yoongi's never been that lucky in his life of course and clearly by all of their conversations, Jimin is not YSA but. If Yoongi's honest?

He wishes he were. He wishes it so very very badly.

Your show was so good today

Thank you

I can't believe that lady called in about cheating on her husband?

People have no shame

It doesn't even surprise me anymore

I think sometimes people just want to share with someone if they don't have anyone else

So they call you?

Yup

Wow I… never thought about it like that

That's why you're so good on the radio, you empathize with people

Listen, I don't want you to feel like you have to compliment me all the time

Sorry, I know

I've just waited a long time to tell you all of my thoughts

And I just think you're really something wonderful

And I want to tell you

I really do appreciate it but since I don't know who you are I can't reciprocate

I don't want you to feel obligated to just flatter me all the time

I feel no obligation

Can you at least tell me something about you? Something that won't give you away

But just something small

Hmm let me think

I love to dance

Really now?

Yes sir

I love it

I don't do it as often as I'd like but yeah

I take classes on the weekends still

I used to dream of owning my own dance studio when I was a kid

But my career path took a turn I really liked so I kept with it

What kind of dance?

Modern mostly but I try to do everything, ballet, hip hop, all of it

Wow

That's really impressive

I didn't say I was good you know!

I bet you are

I mean I'd like to think so but who knows

I think that's really cool

It's mostly just a hobby now but I really enjoy it

I need to get myself a hobby

What, the Worst Date Ever segment isn't your hobby?

Not anymore, thank god

Taking calls and reading write-in stories has significantly freed up my time from bad dates

Okay can I ask a super secret radio question?

If we work at the same radio station, it's probably not a secret

True

But I've never been told point blank so I'll ask

Are those date stories real?

All the ones both Seokjin and I have told are real, yes

Oh my god that's horrible!

It's not great

Wait okay, but do you purposefully find bad dates to go on?

I think Seokjin does for sure

It's less that I actively find bad dates and more that I don't have the highest hopes when I go on them

Why is that?

I don't know

Yes you do

I guess I just don't have the best track record with dating

Cryptic but I won't pry if you don't want me to

It's not like it's a big secret or anything

I dated some crappy guys in the past and it's left me a little cynical

Cheaters?

Some. Mostly just liars, manipulators, serial daters, that kind of thing

I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that

It was a long time ago

But things like that stick with a person, so I really get why you feel the way you do about dating

Sorry, I didn't mean to bring everything down

No no! I like learning new things about you!

Please, feel free to share whatever you're comfortable with

I for one haven't dated that many people

No way

Yup

But you're such a romantic

OMG I totally am

But I don't like games and I feel like so much dating culture now is just fucking with people's heads you know? I don't like any of that

So I'm a little more picky and relatively straight forward

You are very forward

But aren't you kind of playing a game with me?

No

Yoongi, this isn't a game to me

This is more of an issue of self-confidence than anything else

There is no question of if I like you or not or what I want

And what do you want?

I'd like to take you out to dinner

Maybe hold your hand

Talk to you

And then, when you're ready, I'd like to boyfriend you

Jesus

Like I said: not a game

Yeah, I'm starting to see that I think

I'm just surprised I guess

By?

Well, you said you were picky

And you still picked me?

You caught me by surprise, Min Yoongi

And I don't want to freak you out by any means but I think it's important to lay out all my cards on the table

Yoongi?

Did I freak you out?

Sorry, I'm just

Wow

That was a lot

I'm so sorry, do you want me to stop?

No

I don't want you to stop

So I can keep telling you how cute you are?

How much I want to take you on a date?

How hopeful I am for the end of this week?

Yes

I mean I think that's fine

God you're adorable

I should probably go get some things done instead of moon over my phone all afternoon

I'll talk to you later okay?

I look forward to it

Yoongi doesn't reply after that, feeling like he's floating on a cloud all the way through his show and into the night, scrolling through the conversation throughout the day and grinning every time like it's the first time he's reading through it.

And when he wakes up, it's to a string of messages from his secret admirer, starting his day off with so much warmth it could rival the sun.

I've been thinking about what you said about your dating history

And I just want to say, you did not deserve any of that treatment from those assholes in your past

You are worthy of love and affection and good things in your life

And even if at the end of this week, you decide I'm not the one you want to give a shot to, I still want you to know I really and truly hope you find someone who makes you so so happy

Because you deserve the absolute world, Yoongi. I hope you know that.

Favorite movie?

Tazza

Oof yes, so good

You?

The Notebook

Cute

Yes I am

Favorite animal?

Ooh, zebras with their stripes

You?

Cats

OMG that fits so perfect

Why?

Because you kind of look like a kitten

All soft with your cute eyes

Oh my god

Favorite color?

Blue

You?

White

White isn't a color

Yes it is

No it isn't

Yes it is

Did you deliberately ask that question just to argue?

Yes

Ugghhhh why do I find that adorable this is so unfair

"Why are you grinning at your phone?"

It takes a monumental effort not to toss said phone across the sound booth in absolute terror at the sound of his cohost's voice, Yoongi's pulse spiking angrily at the sudden intrusion of his internal swooning over the precious messages he's been receiving from YSA.

They're just wrapping up for the evening, their show ending just a few minutes prior and Yoongi is only realizing now he's been lingering on accident to instead chat with his secret admirer. Of which no one knows about.

Well, no one besides a certain late night radio host who hopefully hasn't said a word.

"It's nothing," Yoongi says as a knee-jerk reaction, already feeling his face flaming.

Which Seokjin doesn't miss. "No it isn't," he teases with a sly little smirk. "That's a flirty grin and you're blushing. You're talking to a boy aren't you."

"I'm not," Yoongi denies immediately, knowing he's blushing even fucking harder. "It's nothing. Shut up."

"Aww," Seokjin beams at him, though in a very uncharacteristic move, does not push further. "That's really nice, Yoongi-ah."

And before Yoongi can reply with a frown of confusion already firmly in place, Namjoon pops his head in the booth, already waving flyers around.

"Okay guys, we're days away from the party so please please keep pushing it as often as you can. Our guest list looks great but Tae wants to push the whole Lonely Hearts thing so folks call in since Jimin will be hosting the event live on his show-"

"We know," Yoongi grumbles good-naturedly, taking the updated flyers to look over though he knows the information is no different.

"We got it," Seokjin agrees except…

Well, except his voice is not that usual flirty bite any time he speaks to their station manager. It's instead so soft, so gentle and easy and Yoongi glances up to find Seokjin aiming a truly sweet smile at Namjoon.

Namjoon, who is beaming right back, stepping into the small booth to hand Seokjin his flyers too. And Yoongi doesn't miss the way their hands brush and linger, the way Seokjin's cheeks pinch as he grins harder, the soft huff of laughter Namjoon exhales before he retreats and slips out of the room.

Okay.

What. The fuck.

Whipping around in his chair to stare at his cohost, Yoongi raises his brows pointedly.

"Don't," Seokjin says immediately, holding a hand up. "I didn't ask you about your text messages, you can't ask me about that."

"What! That's not a fair deal at all," Yoongi laughs. "You've been pining for ages over him, I can't even ask how it finally happened?"

"Nope," Seokjin says with an air of finality. "It's private."

"Oh but you're daily drool over him couldn't have been?" Yoongi grumbles.

All he gets in return is a sly little smile from his cohost which only serves to make him laugh. "Jesus."

"Look, let's just say I've been listening to that new late night show we have on this station," Seokjin shrugs like this isn't a big deal. Like Yoongi's blood doesn't instantly freeze in his veins. "You know the one? Hosted by your nemesis? I got some good advice there."

"He isn't my nemesis," Yoongi argues with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, I've been noticing that," Seokjin grins. "You two seem pretty friendly lately."

"We work together."

"You don't really actually."

"Sure we do."

"Fine," Seokjin gives in relatively quickly. "I won't pry if you don't."

"There is nothing to pry about for me!" Yoongi argues straight away.

"I said I won't pry," Seokjin doubles down like Yoongi didn't even say anything. "But I just want to say that you seem good. A little brighter than usual. It's really nice to see. So. Whatever is going on with you, I hope it continues."

Yoongi knows he's still red as a tomato but still manages a soft, "Thanks, Hyung."

Favorite coffee?

Coffee

What?

I like just coffee

….

Like just black coffee?

Yup

And Americanos, I like those too

That's just iced black coffee with even stronger coffee in it!

Correct

Good lord, your favorite color is white and you like black coffee

We're going to have to introduce some flavor into your life

Let me guess, you like those sugar bomb drinks with like extra crap in it or whatever

I'm actually quite fluid when it comes to coffee favorites thank you very much

Lattes and macchiatos and cappuccinos are some of my favorites

It's called *taste* Yoongi

You need to get some

Ooooh shots fired

I'm simple and okay with that

Can't argue with that

Okay let's see favorite… ice cream?

Vanilla

Okay now you're just doing this on purpose

:)

Min Yoongi just sent me an emoticon and I might actually pass out from CUTENESS

It's Friday afternoon and Yoongi would be lying if he said he isn't feeling a little on edge. He's had such a nice week after all, such a lovely few days chatting with someone he actually is really starting to like and if YSA holds his promise then. Well. Then Yoongi will be finding out who he is within the next 24 hours.

Fuck.

If that isn't an equally terrifying and exhilarating thought, Yoongi doesn't know what is.

He's just wrapped up his last show for the week, slowly trailing out of the booth long after Seokjin has skipped out to go find his new boyfriend, which Yoongi absolutely hates to admit is actually incredibly cute. He doesn't know when he'd gotten so soft to everyone else's love lives.

Probably around the time that first rose found its way onto his desk. He's gotten one every single day since and he'd be lying if he said it doesn't make him feel warm all over.

But more than that? It's YSA in general. Their conversations are lovely, filled with teasing and flirting and underlying somethings even when YSA isn't being forward as hell, and Yoongi, god help him, likes it. He likes YSA.

And he really really can't wait to find out who this wonderful person is. He's so nervous but. He can't wait.

He drops by his desk before he leaves out of habit now, just in case he'd missed anything from a certain special someone, doing a quick sweep before heading out. Sometimes roses appear multiple times throughout the day so he just likes to be sure.

And sure enough, there is another laying across the table like it always is, bright red and beautiful like it always looks, thornless and lovely and making Yoongi's heart pick up speed like it always does.

He might miss this a little bit when it's all over. Since Valentine's Day is tomorrow and everything, it'll be coming to an end soon and Yoongi would be lying if he said he wasn't a little sad.

But he's also so hopeful. So so hopeful that YSA is the someone he's like over text message.

It's been a long time since Yoongi's felt like this.

He's really enjoying it.

Twirling the rose between his thumb and forefinger, Yoongi heads back out toward the booth, checking to see who is here to bid a goodnight to considering all three managers are usually lingering late into the night working on background projects and screening call-ins for the night show.

What he finds instead is a lone figure slumped over the small table in the control room, face laid down into his folded arms, the only sign of life his leg bouncing up and down like he can't stop it. He's buried in a grey hoodie that swallows his entire frame and if it weren't for his silvery hair peeking out from beneath the hood, Yoongi might not know who this sad little figure is.

Knocking quietly on the door just inside the room so as not to scare the daylights out of him, brows pinched in concern, Yoongi murmurs, "Hey Jimin-ah? You okay?"

The figure sits up slowly, turning to look at Yoongi in the doorway with a tired sigh. "Oh hey Hyung," Jimin says softly, like his energy is totally drained. "Sorry, I didn't know you were still here."

"I'm just heading out," Yoongi replies just as quietly, though he makes his way over, concern lacing his thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"Hm?" Jimin hums distractedly, pushing a hand through his hair, gaze lost in the distance somewhere. "Oh yeah. Yeah I'm good."

It doesn't sit right with Yoongi. He's never seen Jimin look anything other than put together and bright as the sun. It's unsettling and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried. "You sure? You look a little down."

"Ah yeah," Jimin says, clearing his throat and attempting to straighten himself up. "Just didn't sleep well last night. No big deal."

It feels like more than that but Yoongi doesn't pry, hating the sadness around the edges of Jimin's pretty eyes. He does look tired but more so he just looks low like he got kicked down and can't get back up.

And Yoongi doesn't like it. Not one bit.

"I know you've got Jungkook and Tae but if you ever need an ear, I hope you know I'm happy to listen. We're friends now right? After you wore me down?" He adds a grin so Jimin knows he's teasing but all he gets in return is a weary smile that truthfully breaks his heart into tiny little pieces on the spot.

"Thanks Hyung. I'm okay though."

It's dismissive in tone, Jimin's eyes flickering to the door like he's waiting for Yoongi to leave which isn't going to happen. He doesn't want to leave Jimin alone here like this. He doesn't like this one bit. Jimin is so goddamn beautiful and to see him in such a state hurts Yoongi somewhere deep inside his chest.

Glancing to the clock, he sees they've got another hour before Jimin's show starts. So instead of leaving, Yoongi drops down into the empty chair across from Jimin, pulls out his phone and navigates his way to the delivery app. "You like ramen?"

"What?"

"There is a really good ramen place that delivers here relatively quickly," Yoongi explains as he pulls up the menu and scrolls through. "Spicy or mild? They have a huge variety."

"Hyung, you don't need to do that," Jimin murmurs, though his eyes look a little more focused now. "I'm fine."

"You look like you haven't eaten and you've got a whole show to get through," Yoongi says without looking up, steadfastly planning to order even if Jimin doesn't decide what he wants. "Besides, I'm starving and I love ramen so you'd be doing me a huge favor agreeing to order with me."

Silence falls between them, long enough that Yoongi glances up to make sure Jimin is actually still even in the room. He thankfully is and he's staring at Yoongi with these bright, wonderous eyes like he isn't quite sure what to do in this particular situation, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Dinner is on me," Yoongi says gently, offering what he hopes is an encouraging grin. "And if you don't tell me what you want, I'm ordering you the spiciest bowl they have that will make you both sweat and cry at the same time."

"Jesus, don't do that, here give me the phone," Jimin laughs, rattling his head back and forth at Yoongi's empty threat. "I'll pick something."

"Good," Yoongi says, sliding his cell over as something loosens in his chest. He really doesn't ever want to see Jimin in distress like this. It's absolutely heartbreaking and all he wants is to help.

Jimin taps quickly on the screen before handing the mobile back, eyes landing on the rose Yoongi had laid on the table earlier. "Another flower from Mr. YSA?"

"Hm? Oh. Yeah," Yoongi says vaguely, more focused on putting in his own order and submitting it, worried they won't have time to eat before Jimin's show.

"Aw. Do you have plans with him for Valentine's Day?"

Yoongi frowns after making sure the order has been placed, glancing up. "No. I'll be here on Valentine's Day."

"No, I know, but I thought maybe you'd bring him to the party or something?" Jimin's eyes fall to the floor, like even he isn't sure what he's saying.

"I don't even know who he is," Yoongi offers gently with a shrug. "But he did promise he'd tell me who he was at the end of this week so. Hopefully at some point tomorrow I'll find out."

"Ah," Jimin nods absently. "Are you nervous or anything?"

"God yes," Yoongi chuckles. "But I'm mostly just curious. Really curious, actually."

"Yeah," Jimin sighs, picking at a small scratch on the table with one of his fingernails. "Do you, like, you know," he mutters, not meeting Yoongi's eyes. "Like him?"

"Hey, we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to," Yoongi says, plucking the rose off the table and laying it on the ground. "I appreciate you being a nice friend but I can tell you're going through something and if it's bothering you to talk about this-"

"It's not," Jimin says, a little more animatedly than he's been since Yoongi sat down, scrubbing a hand down his face. "I'm sorry Hyung. I really do want to know what's going on with you." He huffs a sigh. "It's just Valentine's Day is tomorrow and literally everyone is coupled up and I have to host this fucking show about love and relationships while I'm literally the only single person I know and I don't see that changing anytime soon and it's just. It's really unfair."

Yoongi's heart absolutely melts at that.

Park Jimin is sad about being alone on Valentine's Day and for some reason that just absolutely crushes Min Yoongi.

And without another thought, he reaches over, grabbing Jimin's hands with startling the poor boy a little but he holds on, waiting for Jimin to meet his gaze.

"I have been alone for the past seven Valentine's Days," Yoongi says seriously, brows raised, giving Jimin's hands a little shake. "Seven, Jimin-ah. I think you can make it through one by yourself, huh? Suck it up."

It serves its purpose, making Jimin burst out laughing in that bright, tinkling way he has. "Is that right?"

"That's right," Yoongi says with a nod. "But if you really can't handle it, I'll just host your show for you tomorrow. It'll give me something to do so I don't have to mingle like Namjoon and Tae always make me."

Jimin is grinning big and Yoongi is warm all over but especially in his fingers where they're still wrapped around Jimin's. "I'm sure that would go over well."

"I think it would be great," Yoongi agrees readily. "I could tell everyone what they're doing wrong in whatever situation they're in because I really can't take the whining or intense self-doubt. I'd just let them know they're idiots and to figure their shit out. I think it would really make your listener's Valentine's Day romantic, you know?"

Jimin is giggling at this point, tossing his head back and rocking forward in his chair. "Oh my god, no," he wheezes. "That would be so horrible."

"No? Damn, okay, well I guess you're going to have to do it then," Yoongi sighs with all the weight of disappoint, slumping his shoulders in defeat even as he fights a smile. "It's really for the best. I can't handle the problem callers anyway, I don't have sympathy like you do."

"You listen to my show?" Jimin says softly, biting his bottom lip. He looks so much brighter now, so much more like himself and Yoongi is preening at the fact that he did that, he helped part the clouds so Park Jimin could shine like the sun that he is.

"Maybe," Yoongi pops a brow. "Is that a crime?"

Jimin's fingers spasm in Yoongi's grasp and he's not sure if it was on purpose or accidental but it's making his fingers tingle anyway.

"No," Jimin beams. "Just surprised, that's all."

He's holding Yoongi's gaze, eyes locked like they can't look away and suddenly this room feels very small and Yoongi's hands feel very big still clutching Jimin's. And maybe right in this moment, Yoongi wants desperately to stop being careful. He wants to stop keeping Jimin at arm's length, he wants to stop worrying about protecting his heart, he wants to drop any walls he has built, take this boy in his arms and kiss him breathless.

So maybe it's a good thing when Yoongi's phone shrieks in the silence of the small room at the same time that Namjoon kicks the door open with a knee since his arms are full of rating sheets, face buried in the top paper and not noticing the fact that Yoongi and Jimin spring apart. And maybe it's a good thing that Jungkook follows in after him, eating an apple and staring at his phone. And maybe it's a good thing when Yoongi manages to grab his phone off the table and answer it, finding it's the delivery guy saying he's downstairs with their order.

And maybe it's a good thing that Jimin and Yoongi aren't left alone together for dinner but instead joined by their friends complaining about how no one ordered any for them and not quietly sharing a meal and soft looks like Yoongi had kind of wanted to.

And not for the first time since this all began, Yoongi wishes with an ache in his chest that YSA was Park Jimin. It's stupid, and it's completely unrealistic and it's actually probably impossible but. God does he wish it anyway.

No. It's better this way, being friends. It's definitely better this way.

So I had an idea

Impressive

I know

Are you going to tell me what the idea is?

If you stop being snarky, I will

No promises

Don't be cute, this is a real idea!

Okay I'm listening

What is your brilliant idea?

Never said it was brilliant BUT I was thinking

The end of this week will obviously be Valentine's Day

Yes

Which is also our company party

Correct

So how about we meet there?

Wait really?

Yes!

I promised you I'd tell you who I was at the end of this week right?

You did

Well I'm keeping my promise and this seems like the perfect place to do it

Wow

Okay then

You know that is literally tomorrow right?

I do

Yup okay

Okay cool

Cool cool cool

Yeah great

You doing okay?

Yeah I just

Got really nervous

I am too

Like really really nervous

But I made you a deal and I don't go back on my deals

So

How about at some point during the party?

We can find each other?

Yeah

Yeah that sounds fine

And listen, I just want to say

If you don't feel the same, I'll understand

Already bowing out?

No

I have to see this through at this point

I just don't want you to feel bad if you don't feel the same you know?

I appreciate that

But I do want to say that this has been such a nice week talking to you

Thank you for taking such a big chance

You're very brave

Gah stop being so sweet to me, it's going to make things so much harder if you don't feel the same!

Let's not think about it like that, okay?

I just wanted to tell you that I really admire you for putting yourself out there like this

I'd never have the guts

I'm really glad I did it

I feel lucky that I got to know you a little bit more

Me too

I'll see you tomorrow okay?

Okay. Sleep well

You too <3

It takes Yoongi two hours to get ready for the party.

Two. Hours.

For literally no reason at all other than he can't fucking focus because tonight is-

Well, tonight is fucking huge.

And Yoongi's brain can't quite catch up to the fact that this is real and this is happening soon and oh god oh god, what is going to happen, when is it going to happen, where, oh god-

That's why it took two hours to get ready.

And even now, as Yoongi finishes buttoning up his black shirt and adjusting his light pink tie, tugging at his belt to center it against his black slacks, Yoongi's mind is going haywire. He can barely manage to make it out into the main room where he's supposed to be meeting his roommate before they head out.

"Alright Hyung, you ready for the big event?" Hobi says, tugging at the sleeves of his red button down, unaware of all the inner-turmoil his friend is going through.

"Yes," Yoongi says, turning abruptly to his best friend, unable to keep it in anymore, unable to stop. "I have a secret admirer."

Hobi, to his credit, stops everything he's doing and focuses on Yoongi. "What."

"Um, I have a-" Yoongi tries again, pausing because his heart is beating so fast it's making him feel a little sick. "There is a guy at work. He left me a note and a rose, or multiple roses actually, all week and I thought it was a prank but it wasn't a prank and then we've been texting and he's sweet Hobi, he's so sweet and funny, like goofy and funny and he likes me and I don't know who he is-"

"Okay, hey Hyung, slow down," Hoseok is in front of his now, gripping him by the upper arms. "Take a deep breath. Why are you freaking out?"

"Because I'm supposed to meet him," Yoongi implores, hands shaking where he's waving them around. "Tonight, we're supposed to. We've been talking all week and he promised he'd tell me who he is tonight so now it's tonight but I can't do this tonight because tonight is tonight, Hobi-"

"Hyung, Hyung stop," Hobi gives him a little shake, shutting him up and looking him in the eye. "Breathe. Stop talking and breathe for just a second okay? It's going to be okay. It's going to be fine. Deep breath with me now okay? In. And out. In. And out."

Yoongi does so obediently, desperately needing someone else to take the reins of his life right at this moment before he spirals into a full blow meltdown. It takes several of those breaths, following Hobi's direction before his brain unclogs itself and he can see clearly again, his heartbeat slowing to a steady jog instead of a full on sprint.

Fuck.

Goddamnit.

"Okay," he murmurs more to himself than anything. "Okay. Okay."

"Okay," Hoseok agrees with a nod. "Better?"

"Much better."

"Good. Now let me try and piece this together so I can help."

"Okay."

"So someone at work left you roses."

Yoongi nods.

"And a note."

"Yes."

"And you've been texting."

"Right."

"All week?"

Another nod.

"But you don't know who he is."

"No."

"But you have his number."

"Yes."

Hobi's brows pinch in thought. "Why haven't you just looked up his number? A lot of people's names pop up if you just google it."

"Because I promised him I wouldn't. He asked for a week to…" Yoongi grimaces. "To woo me."

Wide eyes stare back at him for a long moment before a signature Jung Hoseok grin spreads across that precious face and beams brightly. "Oh my god, that is so cute," Hobi croons, squeezing his eyes shut for a second like he can't take it. "Oh my god oh my god! And now you're totally into him?"

"I don't know who he is, that's the problem!" Yoongi tosses his hands out helplessly. "It's been such a nice week, Hobi-ah, like such a nice week. What if it's all shattered tonight? What if he's totally different in person than he's been over text? Jimin said that he doesn't think he will be but I don't know-"

"Wait wait wait," Hobi cuts him off with a wave of his hand. "You told Jimin about this?"

"Not on purpose," Yoongi says petulantly. "He was there when I found the first note."

"So you're talking to your old crush about your new crush?" Hobi laughs. "Or are you totally over Jimin now?"

"No I-" Yoongi pauses when his friend smirks knowingly. "I mean, I don't have a crush on Jimin, Jesus. We've become friends and with this whole thing going on he's been helping-"

"So you've been confiding in him and not me?" Hobi gasps as dramatically as possible. "How dare you. Friendship over."

"Hobi," Yoongi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Hobi chuckles at his own comedy before forcing himself to straighten up. "This is one wild ride you've sent me on in the last two minutes, I'm trying to catch up here."

"Look, the point is I have to meet this guy tonight and I'm fucking terrified," Yoongi scrubs a hand through his hair anxiously. "So many things can go wrong. And I…" he pauses, glancing to the floor. "I don't want it to end, you know?"

"I get that," Hobi nods solemnly. "It's been so long since you've been interested in anyone, this is definitely a big deal."

Yoongi glares at him. "You're not helping at all with calming me down."

"No, I'm just saying that it's exciting! And of course scary but maybe it'll be totally worth it?"

"You sound like Jimin," Yoongi shakes his head with a small smile. "Every time he saw a rose on my desk or saw me smiling at my phone he'd get all thrilled about it. Tell me it could be really great."

"Well he wasn't wrong," Hobi grins. "Also can I just say I'm so glad you've become friends with Jimin considering he's my soon-to-be-boyfriend's roommate? This is so great for me."

"Yeah yeah, it's all about you, isn't it," Yoongi rolls his eyes, grabbing his jacket and realizing, surprisingly, that he feels a lot better. "Come on. We should get going."

"I'm just saying, I'm glad we can all hang out now," Hobi laughs, pulling his own coat on and following Yoongi out. "Besides, if Jimin was there every time you got a message, he probably helped a ton with this secret admirer stuff. He gives great advice."

"He wasn't there for every message," Yoongi chuckles, rattling his head back and forth. "I had a rose left on my desk every day after our morning meeting so he just happened to see it and we'd talk."

"Hm," Hobi replies, the lilt of the hum a little bit strange. Like maybe he thinks something he shouldn't. Like maybe he knows something he shouldn't-

And before that thought can even fully form, Hoseok's cellphone shrieks in the small space of the their apartment hallway and he digs it out of his pocket before giving a little squeal. "It's Kookie! Come on, we need to hurry, if he's calling that means he's already at the party!"

Alright friends and lovers, thank you for joining Late Night Love, I'm your host Jimin and tonight on this Valentine's night, you're joining me at LOVE 101.1's annual Love Day party! Things are in full swing here as you've probably heard but I still very much enjoyed chatting with you all this evening. Thank you to those who called in! I hope you are all cuddled up with the one you love on this beautiful evening. It's just about time for me to say goodnight to all of you lovely listeners but stick around for one more quick story after a few tunes. Now hang tight and listen to some romance crooning through your speakers from the legend himself John Legend and I'll be back with you in a few.

Sipping at his drink carefully, Yoongi listens to the show playing through the giant speakers Taehyung had rented, focusing on Jimin's soothing voice and not the blood rushing in his ears. He's been at the even for a few hours now, has done all of his required rounds of chatting up the right people, done his segment with Seokjin on Jimin's show about more bad dates, and even found time to admire the giant chocolate fountain flowing steadily in the middle of a table shaped like a heart centered between the long tables of sweets, all Valentine themed of course.

Taehyung really outdid himself with the décor, giant red and purple balloons bundled in every corner, big bouquets of red and white and pink roses spilling over in the center of high-top tables littering the entire space wrapped in black and white cloth, streamers spiraling from the ceiling all the way down to the tops of their patron's heads. Paper Mache hearts hang on the walls with a balloon banner accenting every corner from floor to ceiling, fairy lights wrapped around each to give a soft romantic glow to the whole room.

They use this same event room in their building every time they throw a party and yet somehow it looks different at each event. Props really go to Kim Taehyung on this one, Yoongi thinks. It's really impressive.

Glancing around, Yoongi's adrenaline is still pumping though it's much more of an even tempo than it had been. Now it's just steadily reminding him that something major is about to happen and he's not even remotely prepared.

And Jesus Christ, Jimin had been right. They're both apparently the only ones who don't have dates at this fucking thing considering not only every single patron here is snuggled up to someone, but somehow all of his friends collectively decided to nut up and make their moves. Seokjin is currently cuddled in Namjoon's arms grinning up at him like he just hung the fucking moon. Hobi is pressed against Jungkook's chest with his head on his shoulder as they slow dance to this damn John Legend song Jimin chose to put on. And Taehyung, who is somehow in the most stable relationship of them all, is giggling into his husband's neck at a table not ten feet from Yoongi. He accidentally catches Seojoon's eye who simply gives him a grin and a nod which Yoongi can only just return, oddly annoyed at how clearly happy they are.

How happy everyone seems to be.

It might make it simpler if not every goddamn person around him was in some sort of romantic embrace, staring lovingly at each other and whispering all kinds of endearments that really aren't quiet at all because Yoongi is sure he can feel them all along his skin, making him itchy and uncomfortable.

He sort of gets why Jimin was so down yesterday. This is incredibly depressing alone.

Except, Yoongi's heart pounds in reminder, Yoongi might not be alone.

He's supposed to be meeting YSA here. Tonight. At some point.

God, he could shake out of his skin right now with hard he's vibrating with nerves.

This is it.

This is really fucking happening.

He hasn't heard from his admirer today and he's far too nervous to send any messages himself so he simply waits. He knows YSA won't stand him up.

He doesn't think.

So instead he's just going to see what happens.

"Yoongi-hyung! Hey!"

Turning to find Jimin hurrying toward him, Yoongi smiles easily, tipping his cup toward his friend. "Hey Jimin-ah. Your show is going great."

"Oh, thanks," Jimin says distractedly, dragging fingers into his hair to push it out of his eyes. He looks absolutely dashing in a cherry button down with an open collar, grey slacks hugging his sizable thighs. A pretty chain with a small pendant hangs around his neck, either ear glittering with silver hoops and diamond accents. Rings are wrapped around every one of his fingers like usual.

It's incredibly hard not to look him up and down but god does Yoongi want to.

Christ, he needs to get it together. He's supposed to be meeting someone else this evening and he's eyeing his coworker like a creep? He needs to get himself in check. Now.

"So you were right," Yoongi chuckles in an attempt to mask his wandering thoughts. "Everyone really is coupled up at this thing, geez."

"Told you," Jimin huffs, smoothing his hands down his shirt and twisting a ring around one of his fingers.

Tilting his head, Yoongi realizes just how anxious Jimin seems. He's hardly able to stand still, weight shifting back and forth between his feet, gaze darting all around the event like he's looking for something? Or checking for something? Yoongi isn't sure but it's making him a little worried. "Hey, you doing okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah yeah, no I'm fine, I'm good," Jimin waves a hand through the air unconvincingly but before Yoongi can pry any further, Jimin looks him dead on. "Hey, you'll be around here for the next little while, right? Like, right in this spot?"

Yoongi nods, though he's frowning. "Um, yes? I don't have anywhere else to go really."

"And you can hear my show, right?" Jimin says seriously, a little crease forming between his brows as he concentrates on Yoongi's face. "You've been able to hear it?"

"Yes Jimin-ah, I can hear every word very clearly through those humungous speakers," Yoongi says jokingly, biting the inside of his lip when Jimin doesn't even crack a smile. "Seriously, are you good? You seem… I dunno, on edge?"

"Huh? Oh no, I'm fine," Jimin again completely side-steps the question, taking a few steps back. "I've got to get back to the booth but just. Stay right here. Listen to the show. And I'll… um. I'll see you later. Okay?"

Yoongi narrows his eyes. "Okay," he says at length but Jimin is already hurrying off in the other direction back to do his show, leaving Yoongi standing there confused as all get out.

"Hyung!" Jungkook appears at his side, startling him out of his thoughts. "Hey, was that Jimin you were talking to? Is he doing okay? I know he was stressed about tonight."

Turning to find his program manager and coincidentally his best friend with an arm around his waist, Yoongi feels unbelievably out of sorts this evening. "Yeah, he. Uh. Yeah, he's… good? I think?" He glances between Hobi and Jungkook with a smirk. "And how are you two?"

It's stupidly endearing the way Jungkook turns tomato red as Hobi grins big. "We're good," he says, glancing up to Jungkook. "Right?"

"Yeah," Jungkook says all soft and fond. "Really good."

"For godsake," Yoongi mutters into his drink, choosing not to watch his friends stare lovingly into each other's eyes. He's about to kindly excuse himself when he hears the song begin to fade into the background and the Late Night Love hook play before Jimin's voice comes over the speakers.

And, well, Yoongi doesn't have a lot of other things to do right now so he does as Jimin had asked and listens.

Welcome back to Late Night Love. I so appreciate you being here with me tonight. Whether you're alone or with someone special, I'm always grateful you chose to listen in. Now as you all know, we're throwing a banger of a party this evening here at LOVE 101.1 and it has been one hell of a night so far. We've got a chocolate fountain and everything. And while our party is going to be raging into the late hours of the night, it's just about time for me to sign off. But I wanted to share something special before I go since, well. It is Valentine's Day and all that.

It's been quite some time since I've had any semblance of a real relationship. A while back, I'd gotten it in my head that dating culture has become more about playing games and finding someone was impossible and so I've let my love life take a backseat. I was sure I wouldn't find anyone anytime soon but, um. There is someone. Someone who very much caught me by surprise.

Something is poking at the back of Yoongi's mind. Something vaguely familiar but fuzzy, sitting stubbornly without clearing itself. It's hard to bring it into focus when his mind is so concentrated on Jimin's voice, listening like he was asked to but. It's there. Sitting in the back of his head.

He ignores it as Jimin presses on.

And for a while, I just let it be a crush, you know? Just something out there, someone that made my heart flutter every time I saw him, someone who I just knew was really something. And truthfully, we kind of got off on the wrong foot. I don't think he really cared for me all that much and so it was easy to just let it be a crush from afar, something small and just mine.

Someone who was really something. Someone who was really something…

No.

No, it… it can't be.

But we've been spending more time together recently and it became something so much… more. Something that I didn't just want to leave in the dark, something I could see so much potential with. Because, ugh you guys I know this is so cheesy but he's just. He's lovely. He's so funny, his sense of humor just matches mine perfectly but he's also kind, like down to his very core he's good, you know? And when he smiles at me, god, my heart races. I'm an absolute goner in case that wasn't so obvious.

Yoongi's mouth has gone completely dry. He can't breathe. He can't think. All he can do is listen.

So we started planning our Valentine event over the last month and a half and I just couldn't stop thinking how badly I wanted him to be my Valentine. How much I wanted to spend the holiday with him. But as you all know too well, it's never that easy to find your courage to make a move like that, right? To just march right up to someone you like and ask them out? It's terrifying. And we'd been getting to know each other better but I wouldn't have said we were close at this point and I just. Wanted to get to know him better. Wanted him to get to know me a little bit too. So. I did something kind of dumb.

Yoongi's heart is in his throat.

I decided to go the whole secret admirer route. I won't bore you with all the details, and I also kind of can't just so I can preserve his anonymity in the case that this all goes to hell, but let's just say I made a cowardice move and we've been chatting the last week over text message with me remaining completely anonymous. And he's been really great about it, really open and kind and it's been. It's been wonderful.

It's him.

It's.

It's YSA.

Jimin is YSA.

Jimin is YSA.

But I made him a promise. I promised I would tell him who I am tonight. So. I say all this to you lovely listeners out there to please send me strength and luck. Because as soon as I sign off here, I'm going to go find him. And then it's his choice what he wants to do. I think he may be listening to the show right this very moment and may have figured it out. So I'd better get going. And if I can update you next week, I will. But I just wanted to share. You've all been so brave with me, calling in and telling me your deepest secrets and asking for advice. You've been so honest and real with me. I felt like I owed you some honesty as well. So. This has been Late Night Love, I'm Jimin and I'm wishing you all a very happy Valentine's Day evening. Goodnight.

The silence fades into another love song but Yoongi only half hears it because he's already moving. He doesn't know if anyone has figured it out, if people are staring, if his friends are trying to talk to him, Yoongi has no idea at all what's going on behind him because he's already bursting through the doors and hurrying down the hallway toward the sound booth, toward Jimin, toward fucking YSA. His heart is banging against his ribcage so hard it's knocking the breath out of him, panting as he makes his way through the rows of desks and through another set of double doors.

He needs to see him. Right this minute, Min Yoongi needs to lay eyes on Park Jimin, to see him say all of this not just hear him but to be in the same room, to know that this is really fucking real. His mind is racing, refusing to let him catch the plot of any actual thought and instead twisting him all up until he can't take it, he can't, he has to find Jimin, he has to find him now-

And then there he is.

Standing there in his perfectly pressed button down and all his pretty jewelry, silver hair arching and falling along his forehead in that way it has, big beautiful eyes wide and worried as he stands there alone in the hallway, clutching the biggest bouquet of flowers Yoongi has ever seen between his small fingers.

It's him.

YSA is Park Jimin.

And even as Yoongi wants to cry in relief, wants to fall to his knees and hug this perfect, wonderful boy around the waist, bury his face in that pretty shirt in sheer relief, Yoongi is also reeling.

He stops dead in his tracks just a few feet from his secret admirer, panting.

"Was it you?"

It's all he can manage right now. It's all he can find in that messy head of his.

Biting down on his bottom lip and clutching a little more firmly to the bouquet of flowers wrapped between his little fingers, eyes casting down to somewhere on the floor, Jimin offers the tiniest of shy nods. "It was me," he confirms, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like.

Like he's nervous.

And it shatters something within Yoongi, something he can't even put his finger on.

Scuffing his toe against the carpet, Jimin doesn't seem to catch on to the complete befuddlement of the boy he's talking to, instead shrugging a little helplessly as a crimson red rushes up his neck and seeps into his cheeks. "It's really fine if you. you know. don't feel the same or whatever, I. I get it." His gaze still won't meet Yoongi's. "It's no big deal-"

His words are cut off when Yoongi realizes his feet have carried him closer, close enough to reach out, to lay hands over top of Jimin's gently.

To slide the bouquet out of Jimin's hands and lay it on a nearby table before taking this soft, sweet boy in his arms, this nervous boy who can't even look at him, who wrote him poems and left him roses and wanted to woo him.

This wonderful, incredibly boy Yoongi has hoped more than once would be something to him.

Something more than just a friend.

This boy who isn't anything Yoongi had ever made him out to be in his head and is instead completely and utterly perfect.

Park Jimin. YSA.

Laying hands on Jimin's waist, Yoongi offers a small smile. "I wanted it to be you," he says softly. "I wanted it to be you more than anything. God, I'm so fucking relieved."

Finally, finally those beautiful eyes look up at him, pink lips dropping open like he's in shock.

"Really?" Jimin says, that single word full of more hope than Yoongi has ever heard and he can't help but let a small laugh free with how completely insane this all is.

"Christ, yes," Yoongi breathes, lashes fluttering as he feels hands settle against his chest, palms flat. "You sneaky little thing, I really didn't know and now. My god, I can't believe you did all this."

"Was it too much?" Jimin implores with worried eyes. "I know it was a little over the top but I just-"

"No," Yoongi says, shaking his head. "No it was perfect. It was… god, Jimin."

"Hyung," Jimin breathes, gaze locked with Yoongi's. "Christ, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," Yoongi whispers, already leaning in.

And when his lips settle against that soft, pillowy mouth, Yoongi's world shudders all the way down to just that touch. Just that feeling of tingling little sparks between them, racing out along his skin like fireworks and warming him from head to toe. Jimin's arms slip up and around his neck, fingers sliding into the hairs at the base of his head and he hums softly, bliss trickling down his spine at the feeling of having this boy in his arms, this boy he's wanted for so damn long, kissing this boy like he's dreaming.

And when he releases a sigh, Jimin takes the initiative, slipping his tongue into Yoongi's mouth delicately, tasting him between mingling heated breaths and Yoongi feels weightless, just hovering in this moment where nothing else exists beyond them. It's slow, so beautifully slow, and Yoongi is so unbelievably thankful to be here right now, to get to have this stunning experience, to get to feel like this and know it isn't going to crash and burn like he's always dreaded.

God, he'd labeled Jimin so fucking wrong for so many months when he could have had this all along?

Yoongi isn't going to waste another moment.

"So that stupid fuckboy you like has nothing on me, right?" Jimin giggles, wrapping his arms further around Yoongi's neck between kisses.

"Hm?" Yoongi is only half listening, more focused on finding Jimin's lips again.

"That boy you said you liked," Jimin murmurs, giggling when Yoongi presses more kisses to his cheeks. "The one I was jealous of."

Yoongi can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Oh, ah. Yeah. About that." He drops his gaze to Jimin's top button. "I, uh. I may have been talking about you?"

Jimin's brows furrow adorably. "What?"

"Yeah, I," Yoongi sighs, feeling so stupid now. "I kind of thought you were a… Jesus, I can't say fuckboy, that's such a stupid term. But the first time we met- do you remember?"

"Of course," Jimin says, though he still looks completely confused. "At the Hello Spring party."

Yoongi clears his throat. "Yeah, I kind of got the impression you were. Well, not interested in dating so much as, uh, other things."

The line between Jimin's brows clears almost immediately, features softening. "Ah," he says gently. "Like those stupid boys from years ago?"

Yoongi nods, feeling deeply ashamed at how badly he'd misjudged this precious human. "It's a really stupid holdover from my college years but. You were always smirking and stuff, I thought you knew for sure that I had a crush on you and you were just messing with me."

Jimin makes a sound like he's in pain. "I was flirting, if that's what you mean. I thought you were so damn cute since day one, I'd been trying to hint that I was interested."

"I didn't know that," Yoongi says, so disappointed in himself now. "You made this little face like you knew I liked you, or was at least attracted to you, like it was a big game. I didn't want to be played like that."

"God, I wish I would have known that," Jimin sighs, tugging Yoongi a little closer. "I really didn't understand when you were immediately cold to me. I hadn't been interested in anyone in so long and you were just so cute, I couldn't help it. Even when you were coughing, you were cute and I just wanted to flirt with you. You were adorable when you got flustered, you went all pink and your little mouth fell open and your eyes turned into that pleading face emoji that's all soft and precious like a kitten and I liked that. I wanted you to keep doing that."

Yoongi is blushing so hard, he can feel how hot his face is but Jimin is grinning up at him like it's all fine, like Yoongi can blush all he likes and nothing bad is going to happen. "Okay but you look like that so it seemed like you were probably a fuckboy, I don't know. It made way more sense in my head at the time."

"What does that mean?" Jimin says a laugh. "What do I look like?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes so hard they almost get stuck in the back of his head. "Oh don't even play that game with me right now, you know exactly how you look. With your big eyes and that megawatt smile, all legs and ass wearing those tight jeans all the time. Don't pretend like you don't know you're sexy as hell. I know that you know."

"Okay but you are incredibly attractive with your serious eyes and that ridiculously precious smile you have," Jimin laughs, clearly delighted with this entire conversation. "I don't understand what the problem was. You liked me but I was, what, too hot for you?"

"Pretty much," Yoongi shrugs.

"But you are hot," Jimin says, eyes sparkling. "Your argument makes no sense."

"Agreed. Can we never talk about it again?"

Jimin smirks. One of those terribly sexy, incredibly attractive smirks that make Yoongi insane but he thinks maybe it will be the best kind of crazy now. "No," he says simply. "I wanna keep talking about it. Watching you blush is my favorite thing."

And with that, he tugs Yoongi forward to find his lips again, shutting down any retort he's got which Yoongi really cannot complain about one bit. His body is still absolutely thrumming, still vibrating with all of the things going on, all he can really do is clutch Jimin to him.

Jimin who feels somehow both soft and firm against his body, tapered waist fitting perfectly between his hands, chests pressed together in a way that makes Yoongi's breath catch. God he loves the way Jimin feels in his arms. He loves the way Jimin tastes sweet in his mouth. He loves the way he can feel those small hands trail along his neck and shoulders and up into his hair.

Park Jimin is a dream and Min Yoongi hopes he never ever wakes up.

"I don't want to go back to the party," Jimin whispers between kisses, tugging at Yoongi's tie. "Please don't make me. We've already fulfilled all of our evening requirements, we don't have to go back."

"Shouldn't we make a last appearance just so our friends don't worry?" Yoongi asks half-heartedly considering he'd much rather stay here holding Park Jimin all night rather than have to face all those knowing gazes but he figures he'd better try just in case.

"Send them a text message," Jimin dismisses.

Yoongi laughs. "Saying what, that we're back in the offices making out and to please not disturb us?"

"No," Jimin shrugs, a classic smirk tilting his mouth upward. "I don't want to stay here either."

It takes a moment for Yoongi to catch up. "Did you want to head home?"

"I'm guessing Jungkook and Hobi will be monopolizing our apartment tonight," Jimin shakes his head, cheeks pinched like he's just waiting for Yoongi ask the right question. "So no."

It's of course then that the conclusion smacks him dead on and then he's fighting down a grin. "Do you want to come over?"

"And you call me forward," Jimin admonishes, giggling when Yoongi gives him a stern look. "I'd really like to come over. Not that we have to do anything, I just." He leans forward, lacing his fingers against the back of Yoongi's neck. "I don't want to leave you yet. And I really want to keep kissing you. Just in a more private setting."

"I can agree to that," Yoongi smiles, pressing his lips to Jimin's once, twice, three times. "Send the text message and let's get out of here."

Yoongi doesn't let go of Jimin's hand until they are in his apartment. He's not sure why, whether it's out of fear of losing him or simply because holding his hand just feels really damn good, Yoongi keeps his fingers wrapped around Jimin's. And Jimin, for his part, seems content to hold tight.

It's a kind of thrill Yoongi hasn't had in so so long. The feeling of holding on to someone he cares for so much, someone he's ached for. It makes him feel so good. It makes him feel so safe.

"Do you want some clothes to change into?" Yoongi asks as he guides Jimin into their living room. "I'm not exactly big on just wearing ties all the time and I really need to get out of these tight pants."

"While I am in full agreement, the tight pants are really doing it for me," Jimin grins teasingly, giggling when Yoongi's cheeks go pink. "So cute. But yes, I'd love something to wear."

They make their way to Yoongi's bedroom where he digs out the nicest pair of black sweats he owns for Jimin and his least faded hoodie, pressing the stack into Jimin's hands with an added kiss to his cheek. "Where do you prefer to change, here or the bathroom?"

"Bathroom's fine," Jimin smiles softly. "Thank you, Hyung."

He disappears behind the closing door to the en suite and Yoongi quickly shimmies himself out of his work attire, sliding on grey sweats and a white sweater. And maybe he'd made sure to swap his boxer briefs out too, for a clean pair.

Just in case.

He can't let that thread of thought get too far without panicking a little so he makes his way to the kitchen, finding a few glasses for water and going about filling them up to distract himself. He's wondering if they should watch a movie or tv show when Jimin emerges a few minutes later.

And it's so stupid. And so goddamn cliché, even in this moment Yoongi can recognize that but still. Still his breath catches, feeling his gaze wander and heat pooling in several different places within him as he lays eyes on this beautiful beautiful boy covered head to toe in his clothing. Jimin looks comfortable and cute as fuck tucked into Yoongi's black hoodie, chains all removed and instead leaving him in simple hoop earrings and a gentle grin.

It awakens something in Yoongi's chest. Something primal and intense. Something he might be ashamed of if he didn't know the boy looking back at him wants him in the same way. That knowledge alone only serves to push the beast inside his chest to claw at its cage, asking to be let out and take care of its lover the way he should be taken care.

"Hi," Yoongi says a little hoarsely, clearing his throat and reeling himself in, pointing to the full glasses on the counter. "Do you want some water?"

Making his way into the kitchen, Jimin snakes a hand around Yoongi's waist and beams at him. "I'd love some, thank you," he says, plucking his glass up without letting go of Yoongi and taking a sip. "And thank you for the clothes. I'm so much more comfy."

"Same," Yoongi grins, wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulders and guiding him into the living room. "Let's go sit down. We've both had big nights."

Laughing, Jimin follows, allowing Yoongi to settle him on the couch and toss a blanket across their laps. They both set their waters down on the coffee table and Jimin slips his hand back into Yoongi's beneath the blanket. "Wow," he murmurs. "I can't believe I'm here right now."

Yoongi drops his head back against the couch cushion and looks over at his friend. "What do you mean?"

"I mean it's been kind of a stressful week," Jimin sighs. "A good stress since it's ending like this but. I did a lot of work this week, you know. With all the sneaking around to drop off roses and also being on my flirting A game over text and still find time to chat you up in person? It's been an intense few days."

"I'm sorry," Yoongi says immediately, guilt flooding his system. "If I had just been a little less of a judgmental jerk, you wouldn't have had to-"

"Hey, no no," Jimin says, sitting up and grabbing Yoongi's hands. "Don't say that, Hyung. You're not a jerk and you didn't know any better." He looks down at the blanket. "You were just protecting your heart. I really do understand that."

"But I was missing something so good right in front of me," Yoongi murmurs back. "I wish I hadn't. But I'm so damn glad you started working at the station. I hope we didn't miss too much time together. We could have been…" he trails off, blood rushing in his ears realizing how needy and strange that sounds on their first fucking night together.

"What?" Jimin breathes like he's clutching to every word Yoongi says. "We could have been what, Hyung?"

"Nothing," Yoongi says in a rush, looking down to the floor in embarrassment. "I was just saying nonsense."

Jimin tugs on his hands. "No, please. Please tell me."

Yoongi can't look at him. "I feel dumb saying it."

"It's just me," Jimin says kindly. "And I'd never think you were dumb. I've been dumbly putting myself out there all week long, I think it's your turn, huh?"

Yoongi laughs softly at that, shaking his head. "No, I just. I was just going to say we could have been doing this," he squeezes Jimin's hands, "the whole time if I hadn't been so in my head about everything and making assumptions." He sighs heavily. "I feel like it's my fault you had to take such a leap while I did nothing."

There is a long quiet pause and Yoongi can't look up. He's too regretful, so frustrated with himself for putting a stop to this for so long.

He can feel himself winding up into a full on sulk when he's suddenly got a lapful of Park Jimin, thick thighs straddling his slimmer ones and a very pretty face staring down at him with a fierce glare, small hands falling to either side of his face and tilting it up so he can't look away. "You didn't do nothing, Hyung," Jimin says with an intensity Yoongi hasn't seen in him before. "You texted me. And you let me become your friend. You took the leap. You could have just left it all alone, not reacted to any of it and then you really would have done nothing. But you didn't. You tried. You put yourself out there for me." Jimin's eyes are round as saucers. "I think that's so incredibly brave."

Yoongi stares up at him. At this gorgeous, wonderful boy in his arms, in his lap, imploring him to believe something that's honestly the furthest thing from the truth but god, Yoongi wants to believe it, he wants to believe every word Jimin says because then that would mean he's somehow worthy of being with this incredibly special person. It would mean he hasn't missed his chance.

It would mean maybe he hasn't made things exponentially harder.

And wouldn't that be something?

He's so overwhelmed at the thought, at the realization that this thing is real between them, that Jimin truly likes him, Yoongi can't even find words to respond. All he can do is stare up at this stunning creature in his lap and wonder how in the hell he'd gotten so damn lucky.

And then he's wrapping a hand in the front of Jimin's sweatshirt and tugging him down.

Jimin comes willingly, mouth settling against Yoongi's in a kiss, pressing his palms into the cushions of the couch for leverage to kiss Yoongi deeper and deeper until they both gasp for air. It's so warm between them, the proximity of their bodies rocking together driving Yoongi a little mad, one hand holding fast to the fabric of Jimin's hoodie, the other cupping the back of his neck to keep him close and chasing his lips for more after every taste. He can't get enough, can't wait for another chance to slip his tongue into Jimin's mouth and savor the warmth, shivering a little in the pleasure of simply kissing Park Jimin.

And then Jimin makes a sound.

A very soft, quiet little noise that could have easily gone unnoticed if Yoongi wasn't hyper-focused on learning every little detail he can about this boy, oh no he fucking notices this, catches that little moan that comes from deep somewhere in Jimin's chest and falls into Yoongi's waiting mouth, rocketing down his spine and pooling in his hips, and suddenly this isn't enough.

Not even fucking close to being enough.

"Jimin-ah," Yoongi gasps, trying to convey his words to check in with his lover, to make sure they're on the same page. "Fuck, Jiminie I want you. I… God, I want you so badly."

Another sound falls from Jimin's lips, making things very difficult for Yoongi when he's trying so damn hard to focus.

"Is that okay?" he asks desperately, hands racing all along Jimin's frame restlessly. "If it's not, you need to tell me now because I can't, Jimin, I can't-"

His words are cut off by Jimin leaning back and away from him and before Yoongi has a chance to panic, Jimin is tugging his sweatshirt off in one fell swoop, revealing his bare chest and torso for all of Yoongi's viewing pleasure. Fucking Christ, he's built like a Greek god, all hard lines and deep divots racing down his stomach and disappearing beneath his sweats, collarbones sharp as a knife and dotted with a mole here and there. Even in the dim light of Yoongi's apartment, Jimin is still golden, skin warm and welcoming, begging to be touched.

"Touch me, Hyung," Jimin breathes, taking both of Yoongi's hands and settling them against his chest. "Please, I've wanted you for so so long. Don't make me wait anymore."

Yoongi's fingers quiver along Jimin's smooth body, tracing every line he can reach, every dip and groove he can find, he maps Jimin's entire being with his fingers and then his mouth. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the notch of Jimin's throat before trailing his way down that pretty line between his lover's pectorals, tracing the line before fitting his lips to a nipple and sucking.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," Jimin writhes in his lap, fingers wrapped in Yoongi's hair to feel him move against his chest. "Oh god, Hyung, that feels so good."

Yoongi's fingers find the other nipple as he nips at the one still hardened in his mouth, closing his thumb and forefinger over it and giving it a tug. Jimin whines above him, hips bucking forward like he can't help it and Yoongi kisses his way up Jimin's neck to find his lips again, still plucking at his nipples, wanting more of those needy little sounds to taste.

"Sensitive," Yoongi murmurs.

"Very," Jimin moans.

"I like it."

"I want to suck you off."

Freezing in his movements, it's Yoongi's turn to make an involuntary noise, a squeaky little hum he absolutely doesn't mean to make. "Christ, Jimin."

His lover grins. "Let me?" Small fingers tug at his sweatshirt. "And take this stupid thing off. I want to see you."

Nodding dumbly and managing to wrestle his hoodie over his head and discarding it somewhere off to the side, Yoongi watches raptly as Jimin shimmies down his body, planting kisses to his bare skin as he goes. Pretty silver hair falls into Jimin's eyes and Yoongi's fingers drag through it to push it off his forehead, scratching light fingernails against his scalp.

"Up," Jimin demands, tapping thumbs to Yoongi's hips and he can't help but obey the order, mouth watering at the sight of Park Jimin carefully dipping his fingers beneath Yoongi's waistband and carefully tugging them down his legs and off completely. And maybe Yoongi should be embarrassed, sitting there completely naked on his couch, but he's too focused on the delicious sight before him.

Because once those pants are completely gone, Jimin goes to fucking work and good god alive, Yoongi doesn't want to miss a minute of this, sucking in a sharp breath as wet heat engulfs him.

It's something fucking else watching Park Jimin on his knees, mouth full of Min Yoongi's cock.

Yoongi's got fingers wrapped in Jimin's hair, cradling his skull, riding the movement of that sweet mouth bobbing up and down along Yoongi's length, tongue cradling the underside with care, laving along the pulsing vein with every pull and Yoongi's entire body shudders with pure pleasure. "Fucking hell, baby," he mutters, smirking when Jimin preens under the attention. Damn, this boy is going to be the death of him and Yoongi will go down in glittering glory. "You're doing so well. You like doing this?"

"Like doing this to you," Jimin pulls off long enough to breathe against Yoongi's bare cock before going right back to work, sucking all the way back down before stroking off again to flutter pretty eyes up to find Yoongi's. "Been thinking about it for so long."

Jesus fuck. If that wasn't the hottest thing Yoongi has ever heard, he doesn't know what is. "Yeah?" he says breathlessly, thumbs caressing lovely cheeks. "You fantasize about this?"

"All the time," Jimin says unashamedly, giving the angry red head a soft little lick, grip on the base tightening. "Jerked off to the thought more than once."

"Christ," Yoongi bites down on his bottom lip viciously to keep himself from shoving his length right back in that delicate warmth to keep Jimin from saying any other filthy thing and setting Yoongi's blood ablaze. He watches in awe as Jimin's fingers trace up along his dick, touching every inch of it before he presses a thumb into the slit ever so slightly, grinning when Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath. "You're a talker, aren't you."

That earns him a pause and a weary look, Jimin glancing up to him with a small frown forming on his lips. "You don't like it?" he says a little quietly, all ministrations halting as he waits for the answer, a sad little crease forming between his brows. "Sorry, I should have warned you I really like dirty talk-"

Which only sends Yoongi into panic, reaching to brush fingers soothingly through Jimin's hair, not wanting to stop, never wanting this to stop. "Are you kidding me?" he says, leaning down to press a kiss to Jimin's pouty lips. "I fucking love it. I just wasn't prepared. I wish I would have known." He presses another kiss to the corner of Jimin's mouth, to his cheek, against his ear, anxious to convince him, to let him know that hell yes Yoongi is on the exact same page, to continue this incredible night. "Just wasn't ready to tell you about how good I'm going to fuck you in a little bit here, that's all," he murmurs in his lover's ear. "Would you like that? Would you like it if I spread you out on my bed and fucked you nice and hard, Jimin-ah? Bounced you up and down on my cock? Made you come all over yourself? Would you like it?"

Tiny hands fly to his forearms, Jimin using him to steady himself as a full body shiver racks his small frame where he's still on his knees between Yoongi's thighs, breath coming harsher as he listens. "Yes," he cries softly, clutching Yoongi like a lifeline. "Fuck, yes, please. Hyung, I'd like it."

"You'll be such a good boy for me, won't you," Yoongi coos, threading fingers through Jimin's fringe and guiding him carefully back to his cock, watching as Jimin opens his mouth and takes it back in. "Such a good boy."

Humming in agreement and still holding onto him, Jimin sucks him back down, all finesse gone with how clearly affected he is by Yoongi's words, the flush in his cheeks spreading down his neck and over his hard nipples. He's so fucking pretty, so soft and pink and Yoongi wants to fucking ruin him.

He'd imagined this so many times in the privacy of his shower or his dark bedroom. Imagined what it would be like to have Park Jimin beneath him, naked and writhing, aching for him. He can admit that now, can acknowledge that even in the times he wanted to hate Jimin, wanted to avoid him and pretend there was no attraction at all, Yoongi's thoughts were still filled with obscenities, still wishing things were different and wondering what would happen if they were.

And now he gets to experience it first hand with the incredible knowledge that this isn't going to be a one time thing. That Jimin isn't some version of a player that won't be calling him in the morning, that the image Yoongi created in his head for so many months is all completely wrong. That this boy between his legs right now is a sweet, kind soul.

A sweet kind soul Yoongi needs to get into bed now.

"Baby," Yoongi whispers, the endearment falling easily from his mouth and he feels Jimin visibly shiver where he's still swallowing Yoongi down. "Pretty baby, can I take you to my room? Please?"

Big almond eyes find his as Jimin frees his cock, pupils dilating in the dim light as he nods slowly. "Yes, Hyung," he whispers, laying his palms on either of Yoongi's exposed thighs. He glances up from beneath his long lashes. "Are you going to fuck me?"

God, this boy. This perfect fucking boy, Yoongi adores him, wants to worship him.

"Would you like that, love?"

Jimin sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth as he nods. "God yes."

And then he grins. That gorgeous, brilliant, megawatt grin he's got where he shows all his teeth, cheeks bunching up under his curving eyes that are about to disappear altogether. Even more beautiful where he kneels bare from the waist up, the tops of his shoulders a gorgeous cherry red that's spread all the way up his neck and along his ears.

And Yoongi can't stop a return smile of his own, his heart turning over in his chest and the sheer perfection at his feet.

He fucking adores this boy.

And with that, he reaches a hand out to his lover, helping Jimin up off his knees and guiding him to the bedroom with their hands laced together.

It's truly an experience spreading a gloriously naked Park Jimin out onto Yoongi's full mattress. He glows golden in between Yoongi's white sheets, ripped and etched in all the right places, skin hot where Yoongi presses his mouth and his fingers. They'd gotten Jimin out of his sweats quickly before Yoongi grabbed supplies out of his top drawer, tossed them somewhere on the bed and then was laying his lover down in the sheets, crawling over his beautiful body, touching him reverently everywhere he can reach.

Because Jimin deserves to be touched with all the care in the world. He's a precious thing that needs to be tended to delicately and protected and pleasured until he's a contented mess and Yoongi thinks he's just the man for the job.

"You pretty thing," Yoongi whispers into Jimin's naval, fingertips ghosting along his lover's cock. "So pretty. How'd I get so lucky to be here with you? The most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

"Hyung, please," Jimin pants, hips canting upward as he rolls his entire frame up into Yoongi's touch. "Please do more. I need so much more- ooooh…"

Yoongi slips his mouth over the head of Jimin's cock gently, teasing the velvet skin with his lips and his tongue, bursting with pride when Jimin's whole body trembles, fingers spasming where they're reaching for Yoongi as if he needs something to hold on to. "Fucking fuck, Hyung, oooh god. Oh god, use your tongue. Use your tongue- yes, like that, oh just like that, Yoongi."

Christ, Yoongi loves the noises Jimin makes when he's in the throes of pleasure, could live exactly here for the rest of his days listening to his lover cry out his name and squirm between his sheets, yes that is the life for Yoongi.

"Fingers, Hyungie," Jimin breathes between moans. "Put your fingers in me."

"Yeah?" Yoongi whispers, licking a thick strip up Jimin's cock before he has to let go to track down the lube he'd strewn somewhere on the matress just to hear Jimin groan. "You want me to open you up, baby? Finger you open?"

"Yes Yoongi," Jimin turns and buries his face in a pillow even as his hips continue to move subtly like he can't help it. "Keep talking to me like that, fuck, do you know how fucking hot you sound when you're saying filthy shit?"

Finding the little bottle and snapping it open quickly to drizzle the cool liquid onto his fingers, Yoongi glances to watch Jimin twist himself deeper into the sheets. "I'm glad you like it," he chuckles, tossing the bottle aside and laying his hands on either of Jimin's knees, spreading his legs open and pushing them up to either side of his torso. "God, you look good like this. All open for me."

"Hyung," Jimin whimpers, fisting sweaty palms in the sheets. "Please. Don't make me wait."

And Yoongi can do nothing else but oblige, ghosting his palms along Jimin's firm, thick thighs before reaching his goal and pressing a tip of his finger to that pink entrance. "You're even pretty right here, baby," Yoongi murmurs, putting a little more pressure until Jimin groans. "Deep breath for me."

Jimin obeys, inhaling for a count of three before exhaling even longer and Yoongi slips his finger into the knuckle.

And then Jimin becomes a begging mess.

"Oh god, more more more," he whines, stomach muscles flexing gorgeously as he tilts up. "Give me more."

"Easy, baby, easy," Yoongi says cautiously, though he's enjoying the show immensely. "We've got time."

"I can take it," Jimin swears, reaching a hand up above his head and gripping the pillow, spreading his whole body out even more. "I can, I want it. Please Hyungie? Please?"

And Yoongi follows the instruction, though he's still careful even when Jimin becomes adorably demanding, bucking his hips and gripping Yoongi's arm like a lifeline, pleading for more and more. It doesn't take long for two and then three fingers to make their way inside of Jimin, easily coming and going without any resistance.

"Now," Jimin begs, "I'm ready now, Yoongi, please. Please give it to me."

Though this time, Yoongi doesn't give in so easily. Even when Jimin starts to whimper his pleas, Yoongi still carefully crawls up his body, worshipping his skin with open-mouthed kisses, tending to his stomach, each nipple and the sharp edges of his collarbone.

And when his poor baby is a proper mess, shaking with how badly his wants it, Yoongi dips his tongue into Jimin's ear and whispers, "Turn over."

It's a testament to how truly turned on Jimin is with how quickly he flips over, scrambling to his hands and knees and dropping his head into his forearms. He spreads himself as wide as he can, presenting and ready for Yoongi to take and take and take.

But Yoongi can't move. Not yet. Not until he's properly taken in just how truly stunning this view is.

Park Jimin has this big, round ass that simply won't quit and the view of it just like this is a sight to be held, to be treasured and cherished, sitting atop gloriously thick thighs, dancer thighs Yoongi thinks, and without a second thought, Yoongi wraps both hands as deep as they'll go into that ass and squeezes. He watches his fingers sink into that soft skin, that pretty behind jiggling under his touch. Yoongi kind of wants to bite it.

Maybe another time.

"Hyungie," Jimin whines, somehow arching his back even more, offering impossible further access.

Yoongi huffs a laugh, pressing a kiss to the base of Jimin's spine before grabbing the condom next to the pillow, tearing the foil open and rolling it down himself. "You ready Jiminie?"

"I have been ready," Jimin snips, though it's so cute Yoongi can't help a soft chuckle.

Lining himself up, he eases carefully into his lover, pressing his cock in as slowly as he can, pausing every time he hears Jimin's breath hitch, dragging a soothing hand down Jimin's back. "You okay baby?" he murmurs, leaning over to press his lips to Jimin's naked shoulder. "Do you want me to slow down?"

A quivering breath is his only answer and then Jimin tips himself up and without warning, settles himself all the way back onto Yoongi's cock, taking the entire thing in on one go.

"Fuck!" Yoongi snaps out between clenched teeth, his vision blurring a little at the sudden onslaught of tightness engulfing him. "Christ, Jimin."

"Don't want to wait," Jimin all but sobs, rocking himself forward and then pressing all the way back down again. "Give it to me, Hyung, god I've wanted it so fucking bad for so long."

Yoongi's hands are gripping Jimin's hips so hard, he knows he's going to leave bruises. "Baby, I can't, I don't want to hurt you," he groans, doing his best to hold Jimin in place for just a moment.

And then Jimin turns his head, peering over his shoulder at his hyung and Yoongi's breath catches in his throat.

Damp fringe is stuck to Jimin's forehead, eyes shining in the moonlight and sweat dripping down his temples, puffy lips kissed and bitten raw. But his irises tell Yoongi everything.

"I'm ready, Hyungie," Jimin murmurs. "Please give it to me."

And what really is Yoongi going to do? Say no?

So he starts to move carefully.

And Jimin moves back.

And then it's something else entirely.

"Christ," Jimin snaps out, meeting Yoongi thrust for thrust, pushing his ass back onto that dick like his life depends on it. "Oh shit, yes Hyungie, fuck me. Fuck me just like that."

"Yeah?" Yoongi moans in return, sweat dripping down his chest. "You like that baby? Does it feel good?"

"God it feels so good," Jimin tosses his head back, crying out to the ceiling. "Love your cock, Yoongi. So big in me."

Yoongi's hands squeeze Jimin's ass as the other snakes its way up that deliciously damp back and into Jimin's hair. "God, you feel incredible. So tight-"

"Pull my hair," Jimin demands, tipping his head back into Yoongi's graps. "Oooh yes, I love it, pull it."

Yoongi does so, pulling Jimin's fringe back far enough that he can tip forward and catch an earlobe between his teeth, grinning when Jimin groans. "God, you are filthy baby. I love it. Wanna fucking wreck you. Wanna pull your hair and spank your bare ass and fuck you right into the mattress."

"Oh my god, yes, spank me, spank me," Jimin begs, falling forward when Yoongi lets go of the grip on his hair. "Do it. Hyung, fucking do- yes!"

Yoongi's hand comes down with a light crack across one cheek, not terribly hard, he doesn't want to hurt Jimin but he does want to make that gorgeous ass jiggle. That gorgeous ass that goes to work double time after another smack, bouncing off Yoongi's thighs rhythmically, Jimin chanting a steady yes yes yes where he's still buried in the pillow, hands clawing at anything he can reach.

"Yoongi!" Jimin yips at another slap to his reddening cheeks. "Yes, ooh yes!"

Yoongi sees those restless fingers move their way down beneath Jimin's torso, reaching out to grab them before they reach their goal. "No no, baby. You're going to come just from my cock." He grabs both of Jimin's hands, pinning them to his lover's lower back and continues to pound into him. Jimin is riding Yoongi's cock so hard, body moving in undulating waves so perfectly that if Yoongi wasn't hellbent on Jimin coming untouched, he might shove a pillow beneath his lover's hips and let him hump it until he comes.

But not tonight.

No, tonight Jimin is coming just like this.

"Fuck, Hyungie, H-Hyungie," Jimin slurs, chest pinned to the mattress with his arms still trapped. "Oh god, you're so deep, so fucking deep-"

"So deep I can make you come just like this, right baby?" Yoongi demands, slamming back in and grinning when Jimin yips. "Gonna make your legs fucking shake."

"Oh god, I think… I think so," Jimin mutters and even from behind him Yoongi can hear how fucked out he is, how he's all but drooling into the pillow. "Love your cock, Hyungie. Love it."

Yoongi swivels his hips, coming in at just a slightly different angle and Jimin pitches forward, hands yanking at where they're still being held as he frantically rocks. "Oh shit, oooh shit, Yoongi, Yoongi, right there right fucking there-"

Which is when Yoongi pulls out, ignoring Jimin's outraged squawk, instead flipping Jimin onto his back, wrapping arms around his hips and torso and bringing him to a sitting position, maneuvering his legs to either side of Yoongi's thighs.

And then settling him right back on Yoongi's cock.

"Shit!" Jimin cries, feet scrabbling for purchase on the mattress to work himself up and down at the new angle.

"Deeper now, huh?" Yoongi grins, enjoying the way Jimin can't seem to handle all the pleasure, fingers flying to Yoongi's shoulders and then into his hair, face buries in Yoongi's neck as he bounces urgently on the cock inside of him, thighs flexing under Yoongi's fingers.

"So deep, s-so deep, Hyungie, I-" Jimin gasps and hiccups, working so hard. "I'm gonna- I-I… I'm coming, fuck I'm coming I'm coming," he says a little hysterically.

And Yoongi feels the warmth bursting between them, feels the thick ropes land against his stomach and he gives Jimin's ass a gentle little tap, once twice three times just to watch him toss his head back and moan to the ceiling.

"That's it, look at you," Yoongi croons, still rocking Jimin through it. "What a good boy. What a good good boy."

"Come in me," Jimin slurs, still anxiously moving his hips. "Come on, now you, Hyung. Come in my ass."

And Yoongi does, burying his face in Jimin's neck and finding his release easily with how hard Jimin is clenching and unclenching, sparks bursting behind his eyelids aw he finally lets go.

"H-Holy sh-shit," Jimin breathes in his ear, thick thighs still trembling gloriously on either side of Yoongi's hips, arms wrapped tight and clinging on to Yoongi's shoulders. "Did you…F-Fuck…"

"Shh, I did baby, I did," Yoongi encourages, sliding a hand soothingly down Jimin's sweaty back, squeezing a thigh and pressing kisses to soft skin wherever he can reach. "But I don't think yours is over yet. That's it, just let it go."

"H-Hyung," Jimin whimpers, tremors still rippling along his limbs, quivering breaths ghosting along Yoongi's neck. "O-ohh…"

"Does it feel good?" Yoongi croons, slipping a hand down to grip Jimin's round, gorgeous booty and grinning when the boy in his arms gasps. "I told you I was going to make your legs shake."

Huffing a laugh, Jimin's body still quakes even as his grasp finally loosens, pulling back enough to press his lips to Yoongi's. "God, and you really delivered," he murmurs between kisses. "I don't think I've ever had a leg-shaking orgasm before, damn."

"That's because you haven't been having sex with me," Yoongi teases, as cocky as can be considering he just fucked his new boyfriend so well he's still shuddering.

"Very true," Jimin giggles, sitting back as much as he can with Yoongi still inside of him. "You gonna do that for me every time you fuck me from now on?"

"I'm going to do my absolute best, baby," Yoongi whispers, curling a hand around Jimin's neck possessively to bring him back down for more kisses, feeling warm all over with how completely content he feels. "You look so good like this."

"Yeah?" Jimin breathes. "Did I do good?"

"You did so good. You were such a good boy."

The way this boy preens under the attention just makes Yoongi's heart feel like it grows three sizes. Fuck if he doesn't absolutely adore Park Jimin.

"Hmm," Jimin hums a happy little sound, resettling against Yoongi, dragging soft fingers through his hair and grinning when Yoongi groans. "Does that mean I get to spend the night?"

"Of course," Yoongi frowns as well as he can when this mini head massage he's getting feels so damn good. "What, you think I was going to dick you down and then kick you out?"

"Well you never asked me to stay," Jimin says pointedly, though his words are tired. "You give me the best orgasm of my life but no invitation to stay over. So rude."

"Well, I just thought it was obvious since…" Yoongi starts to say, his words fading when he realizes exactly what he was about to state.

Jimin grins. "Since what?"

Words stutter through Yoongi's brain without leaving his mouth before he finally buries his face in Jimin's neck, an embarrassed blush racing up the back of his neck. "Nothing."

"No come on, tell me," Jimin laughs, tugging at the soft hairs at the back of Yoongi's neck. "You have to tell me now."

"It's going to sound bad," Yoongi whines.

"It won't, come on," Jimin coaxes, sliding hands to either side of Yoongi's face and tilting his head back up to look him in the eye. "Tell me. Since what?"

"Ugh, fine," Yoongi sighs. "I was going to say since you're my boyfriend now but I realize that's cringey and needy since we haven't even talked about-"

"Oh no, I am your boyfriend," Jimin corrects him with a kiss at the end as if to make his point. "Are you kidding me? I've been texting you all week about how badly I want to boyfriend you, what did you think was going on here?"

"Well I don't know," Yoongi mumbles even though he feels so light he could easily float away on a cloud. "We hadn't talked about it, I. I wasn't sure how this worked or… I don't know, how you felt I guess."

"I think I've been relatively clear on how I feel," Jimin says softly, pressing his lips to Yoongi's mouth. "Haven't you figured out yet that I'm seriously into you? Jesus Christ, you're still inside of me while we have this conversation, does that not tell you everything?"

Yoongi bursts out laughing at that, finally tugging Jimin upward so he can slip out, before nestling his boyfriend right back down against his chest, wrapped up in his arms where he belongs.

His boyfriend.

Yoongi can't stop smiling.

"Thank you for getting us here," he says sincerely, feeling so soft. "I don't know if I would have ever been able to get us here so I'm grateful you did all the heavy lifting."

"I mean it was sort of Hobi-hyung's call that got me thinking since I was having the same problem he did. Why not take my own advice?"

"You know there were so many damn clues that YSA was you, I'm kind of deeply ashamed I didn't figure it out."

"Nah, don't be," Jimin laughs. "It may have spoiled everything and we wouldn't have ended up here."

"That's very true. Stay the night?"

"Of course, boyfriend."

"I really love the sound of that."

They both roll out of bed to get cleaned up, poor Jimin's legs still shaking terribly and Yoongi has to help him along with a proud little grin. They do quick wipe downs in the bathroom and gather all their clothes to redress before finding their way back into the kitchen for some snacks and water.

Which is where Yoongi notices both their phones lighting up on the counter. Frowning, he picks his up and opens what appears to be a new group chat.

New Group Chat Created: Couples Coupling

Taehyung:

Greetings coworkers/best friends

Taehyung:

I have a few grievances I need to air out and I won't be able to sleep if I don't do it now so listen up

Taehyung:

First and foremost I'd like to say I can't believe you all took Jimin's matchmaking advice when he could barely matchmake himself. I could have had all of you together in minutes and I'm furious no one asked me.

Hobi:

But he's the radio love doctor

Taehyung:

That I created

Jungkook:

And me

Taehyung:

Second of all, Jimin's ratings are about to go through the damn roof again with that little confessional. Jungkookie, do we have permission to do a segment on it on both Jin With a Shot of Suga and Late Night Love?

Namjoon:

Since when are you making decisions about segments?

Jungkook:

Permission granted

Taehyung:

Great

Taehyung:

Thirdly, you all better be in different apartments. I could have also helped with arranging rooms so no one is boning in the same house

Seokjin:

Jesus Christ STOP TEXTING US. I'm trying to get it in right now and you're really hindering my process

Namjoon:

HYUNG

Seokjin:

Oh relax, like they all don't know

Taehyung:

And lastly, who is going to join me in kicking Jimin's ass for not telling a single soul he's been the one giving our sweet baby Yoongi all the flowers and cuteness this week?

Jungkook:

Me

Seokjin:

Me

Namjoon:

I won't be hurting an employee but… me

Taehyung:

I literally can't believe he didn't tell me

Taehyung:

Also everyone should please notice how neither Yoongi or Jimin have replied to this

Seokjin:

I'm not the only one getting it in tonight ehhhhhh

Namjoon:

I'm taking Hyung's phone and we're both going to sleep. Goodnight

Seokjin:

Oh yeah "sleep"

Taehyung:

Bahahahah

Taehyung:

Sleep tight lovers! Happy V Day!

Jimin is giggling as he tosses his phone on the counter, shaking his head. "Jesus, sorry about him. We don't have to do any segments you don't want to do."

Yoongi knows he's already turning red even as he speaks. "I'd like to actually," he murmurs. "I mean, your little segment really needs some closure and maybe I don't mind folks knowing I'm dating thee Jimin from late Night Love."

Jimin is beaming brighter than the sun.

"Me too. Happy Valentine's Day, Hyung," Jimin says, offering his signature smirk and smoldering eyes that no longer hurt anything inside of Yoongi's chest but instead warms him from head to toe.

Because he knows now that is doesn't mean terrible, knowing things. It doesn't mean heartache or pain or humiliation.

It means Jimin thinks Yoongi is pretty when he's shy and that he wants to spend the night in Yoongi's bed and that he wants to be Yoongi's boyfriend.

And isn't that just the very best thing?

Yoongi drops a kiss to Jimin's pink nose.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jimin-ah."