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So Yoongi has always been protective of Jimin, casually stepping between her and any handsome idol dudes who try to offer her unnecessarily long 'congratulatory' hugs when the Bulletproof Girl Scouts win awards, making sure to offer a compliment back to any girl who tells Jimin how lovely her hair looks or how cute she is, so that Jimin will see it isn't inherently flirtatious, it's just girls supporting other girls the way real feminists do, just like Yoongi and Namjoo are always insisting their fellow members should aspire to.
Honestly, it just goes to show she was completely right to do such a thing when Jimin comes to her almost in tears one night, distraught over the fact that she'd suddenly realised that she wants to kiss her beloved Yoongi-unnie and she doesn't know what to do about it!
"Unnie, I don't want to make things awkward between us, but I still would have if I'd tried to keep this a secret from you!"
Yoongi shushes her immediately, pulling Jimin into her arms and petting her hair. Words continue spilling from her lush, full lips. "I don't want to ruin our group's dynamic either! We're all friends, more like sisters, and it works really well for us, and-"
"Jimin," Yoongi says, clearing her throat. "Let unnie get a word in edgeways, yeah?"
"Oh." Yoongi can feel Jimin's cheek muscles quirk where she's just buried her slightly flushed face into Yoongi's shoulder. She's smiling. "Yeah." Her fingers tighten in Yoongi's shirt. "I came to unnie for advice, I should hear it."
"First of all," Yoongi says, clearing her throat so that she won't run her voice ragged, "nothing's awkward between us. I don't feel awkward about you wanting to kiss me." Yoongi clasps Jimin's chin gently between her fingers and lifts it until Jimin's wide, hopeful eyes are looking into hers. "I feel fucking fantastic about it, because you're the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on, you have a killer work ethic I admire to the moon and back, and I'll kiss you all the time if you'll let me."
"Oh," Jimin gasps, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth before letting it pop back out with a sheen on it. Then she's wetting both her lips with her tongue. Yoongi focuses every ounce of self control she has in her to not pounce. "Unnie... Kissing, I've never-"
"Oh god," Yoongi groans, and the self control is gone like it was never there to begin with. "Park Jimin, are you telling me you make all those sexy, sultry faces onstage but you've never actually kissed anyone?"
"I've watched a lot of dramas, and movies!" Jimin protests. The pink that has settled high on her cheeks is adorable. "And MVs. They teach you how to be sexy in this industry!"
"I didn't know you were such a good little actress," Yoongi murmurs. She cups her hands around Jimin's face. "Follow my lead."
Jimin swallows, nods, and then Yoongi is leaning in and closing her eyes and that's the last she sees before her lips press to Jimin's. Her lips are as soft as Yoongi had expected them to be, yielding easily against hers. Yoongi gently encourages Jimin's mouth open and Jimin gasps into the kiss as the full scope of heat and wet being shared between their mouths hits her. Yoongi pulls away before things can go on for too long.
"Now, that was a sweet kiss," she says as Jimin looks at her with new eyes. "Hey, did you think unnie wasn't going to be so good at this, or something?"
"Never in a billion years," Jimin says. Yoongi frowns, which makes Jimin giggle and scramble to add, "but only because I didn't think unnie would kiss a girl, let alone me!"
"Unnie knows her way around girls," Yoongi assures her. "And I already told you I'll kiss you all the time. So let's try it once more to make sure you got it."
"Yes, unnie," Jimin replies dutifully, smile wide. She leans in full of eagerness. If Jimin is going to throw herself into everything so enthusiastically after only having been shown how to do it once she might well end up being the death of Min Yoongi.
Jimin is able to perfectly recreate the soft, sweet kiss. Not that it was difficult; Yoongi purposely didn't distract her with tongue or the more intense, heated sort of kissing they're going to progress to (if she has anything to say about it). Jimin is more shy about tempting her unnie's mouth open, but her tentativeness is a reminder of her inexperience, and it's perfect.
"Jiminie," Yoongi says after they part, "unnie wants to do more than just kiss you."
"Right now?" Jimin asks. Her breath hitches, eyes wide and caught between fright and arousal.
"Maybe. If you're comfortable with it." Yoongi places her hands on Jimin's waist, a place they've been before, but never when they've both been sat alone together on Yoongi's bed. "Mostly I just want to touch you where I usually do. But differently to how I usually do." She decides to show Jimin an example, lifting her hand to caress Jimin's cheek with the back of her fingers. Jimin's mouth falls open. It's vaguely pornographic, the way she responds so easily, so sensitive. Yoongi smooths a thumb over Jimin's bottom lip next, watching the pink flesh give so willingly beneath her touch. "Close your eyes for unnie," she whispers, leaning in as Jimin's eyes flutter shut immediately, her complete trust in Yoongi obvious. Yoongi dusts thumbs over Jimin's long, curled eyelashes. It must tickle because Jimin shivers.
Yoongi kisses her again, because why wouldn't she? Jimin is moving her mouth hesitantly but eagerly against Yoongi's when Yoongi feels fingers curl around her hands. Jimin clasps them in her own, squeezing them for reassurance. They're holding hands while they kiss.
"Unnie," Jimin breathes. "Unnie. Are we. Are we girlfriends now?"
"You want to be my girlfriend?" Yoongi asks. She can't stop the smile that stretches across her face. "You only want to do these things with me?" Jimin nods without a pause. No shame for her in admitting it. Yoongi pulls Jimin into her lap, tucking her against Yoongi's chest. "Babydoll, that's all I want. I want you to be all mine, just mine. And I'll be yours."
Jimin's beautiful round cheeks are so warm from all the pleased blushing she's been doing. Yoongi kisses her softly over and over, trailing fingers over the shell of one of Jimin's ears, caressing her throat with the pad of her thumb, runnieng her palm all the way down Jimin's arm until they're intertwining their hands again.
Jimin curves her head into the space beneath Yoongi's chin, and outright falls asleep not long after pressing a chaste kiss to the column of Yoongi's throat. Maybe she was too tired to realise Yoongi would notice her doing it, but she did.
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Yoongi wakes first the next morning, being the one beneath acting as support, her arm around Jimin's waist and the other holding Jimin's leg just above the knee to keep her from slipping off Yoongi's lap. She flicks her gaze down to Jimin's angelic sleeping face, and once she feels she has it well enough memorised she leans her head back against the headboard and smiles dreamily. Park Jimin, asleep in her arms, holding onto her like a fairytale princess being carried to safety.
Jimin makes a whole bunch of murmured noises as she wakes, rubbing her nose against the crease between Yoongi's neck and shoulder.
"Morning, unnie," she mumbles, but her tone is warm and fuzzy, safe and secure sounding. Yoongi rubs a hand up and down her back slowly to let her know there's no rush to get up. Jimin glances up at her regardless. "Can I... Morning kiss, unnie?"
"Have you got morning breath?" Yoongi asks flatly, though she's quite literally not going to let that stop her anyway; they eat the same meals, it'll be no different than her own morning breath. Jimin lifts her hand to hold it to her mouth and breathe on it to get a sniff, but Yoongi pulls it away first. "Don't do that! Gross."
"You'll have to find out for me then, unnie," Jimin says, giggling. She leans forward, allows Yoongi to drop what feels like a hundred gentle kisses on her lips, to tuck her hair behind her ear out of her face. This continuing hunger of Yoongi's to touch Jimin tenderly, intimately seems to spur Jimin to wriggle from legs atop Yoongi's thighs to straddling them, her body still clothed, but very much on display. Yoongi settles her hands on Jimin's waist, low enough to be on her hips really, and groans.
"There's so many places I still want to touch you," she informs Jimin. Jimin's eyes widen in delight, her hopeful little smile coming out, the one where she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth to try and hold it back but it doesn't work, only makes her look cuter than ever.
"Me too, unnie, I-"
"Breakfast is up!" Jina yells through the door. Suddenly Yoongi is aware that Jina must've come into their shared room last night to sleep, must've seen Yoongi and Jimin curled up together. Not that there was anything inherently sexual about it. Especially not between two girls. Girls always get to be more overtly touchy-feely and intimate before anyone suspects anything. 'Gal Pals', eyeroll.
Yoongi wants them to suspect, though. No, she wants them to know outright. Jimin is off-limits now. (As is she herself).
Yoongi helps Jimin off the bed and leads her out of the bedroom hand in hand. That's still not obvious enough though, she thinks to herself; they've all held hands within the group at one time or another. She separates from Jimin to go pour herself some coffee.
"Unnie would like another morning kiss, Jiminie," Yoongi says idly as she picks up the coffee pot. She can feel the sudden tension in the room as everyone tries to understand what's going on, what they just heard.
"Okay, unnie!" Jimin replies chirpily. Yoongi hadn't known exactly what to expect from her, reaction-wise, but she's clearly happy for everyone to know about them and was just waiting for her unnie to take the lead in saying it. Jimin pops up beside her, taking Yoongi's empty hand and tugging them towards one another for a quick peck of lips. And then Jimin's confidence in kissing appears to awaken after all her practice last night, and she decides to lean in again for a longer, slower kiss this time. Where all the other girls can see.
Taeyoung and Hyoseon lean over to high-five one another, and honestly it makes perfect sense since Taeyoung is Jimin's best friend and probably knew about Jimin's feelings for Yoongi the second after Jimin herself did. And Yoongi is aware Hyoseon knows far too much about her, even when she refuses to tell Hyoseon shit. All that, 'your favourite dongsaeng' teasing about Yoongi and Jimin was far from unfounded.
Jina just rolls her eyes, so apparently she's suspected their mutual feelings for a while too. Jungsook looks as confused and clueless as usual, and Namjoo-
Namjoo looks a little pissed off.
"What are you doing?" She hisses into Yoongi's ear the moment Jimin bounds off to sit with Taeyoung and Hyoseon and gossip, though Yoongi hasn't given her nearly enough good stuff to gossip about yet.
"Thought it was obvious," Yoongi replies, throwing an easy smile Jimin's way when the girl seeks her gaze out, looking concerned at the tense whispering going on in the kitchen.
"You and Jimin," Namjoo agrees flatly. "But how can you-?"
"You just do it, Joonie," Yoongi shrugs. It's not as complicated as Namjoo has always made it out to be.
"I meant how could you when it could ruin the delicate balance of our group!"
"Jimin was worried about that too," Yoongi admits. She's tempted to actually have a serious discussion about this issue, until she catches Namjoo looking Jina's way, longing and envy combining on her face. Yoongi scoffs. "Fucking hell, Joonie. Feelings are more important! We'll all adjust. Confess to her already, it's been a million years. I can't believe my emotionally stunted ass is getting some before you! ...No, wait, yes I can. You're as bad as me. I just thought Jina would have made the first move instead way before now."
"She doesn't feel that way about me," Namjoo protests. She sounds like someone who has been telling herself something over and over for a very long time in order to convince herself it's the truth.
"Such bullshit," Yoongi says. "You got a week to tell her yourself or I'm gonna do it for you. I'm bored of this now." Or she's feeling generous about the fact that she gets to have her beautiful-inside-and-out Jimin in her arms and in her bed now, and wants her best friends to be happy together too. Whatever.
"You can't put a deadline on emotions!"
"Just did," Yoongi replies. "Speaking of deadlines, I'm pretty sure we don't have any today. So I'm gonna stay here and hang out all day."
"That's not news," Namjoo shrugs, the venom in her voice understandable after that ultimatum. Yoongi always sleeps when there's an opportunity.
"Jimin's staying with me," Yoongi adds. She hasn't actually asked Jimin yet though - even though she's sure her dongsaeng will say yes - so, "Jiminie, you wanna stay in with me today? While everyone else goes out." Hint hint, everyone.
Jimin understands the implications, and blushes. But that doesn't stop her nodding. Yeah, she's eager, possibly more eager than Yoongi herself.
"Yeah, we'll go out for food!" Taeyoung offers immediately. "Right, unnie?" She looks at Jina, because what Jina decides goes. It'll even sway Namjoo, no matter how anti the idea she actually is.
"I'm famished," Jina says smoothly, patting her stomach. "This is so flat lately! It's no good. Joonie, you'll help feed me up, won't you?"
Namjoo sighs. It's a sigh far from long-suffering; it sounds like contentment. Handfeeding Jina might be her idea of heaven, who knows. She easily agrees to go.
As everyone moves to get ready to go out Jimin heads for her own room too. Yoongi catches her gently by the wrist, tugging her close to speak softly.
"You don't need to get changed, you know," she says, and Jimin smiles, shaking her head at Yoongi.
"Unnie, I accidentally wore this to sleep, and all day before that!" And then she bites her lip, looking at Yoongi coyly. "Besides, I thought I'd put on something... Pretty for you."
Everything Jimin owns is pretty. Her cute sweaters and skirts. So when she says pretty, she actually means something she thinks Yoongi will find arousing, it's obvious from her heated cheeks.
Yoongi didn't even know Jimin owned things like that! "Hey," she says, encircling Jimin in her arms, "what did you need pretty clothes for before now?" She's not jealous. She's not.
Jimin can tell she is. "Unniiiiiie," she chides, shaking her head and shoving at Yoongi playfully. "For myself! They don't have to be for someone else; sometimes a girl likes to look and feel good."
"How do your pretty clothes make you feel, sweetheart?"
Jimin ducks her head, but Yoongi tilts it back up again to make their eyes meet.
"Sexy, unnie," Jimin says steadily. "You and the others tell me it a lot when we do our choreo, but that's a performance. I don't feel sexy in those moments, we all just put on an act."
"You're gonna get sexy for me, huh?"
"I want to," Jimin agrees. "Can I?"
Yoongi groans, loosening her grip on Jimin. That's a yes; hell yes!
"I'm going to have a shower," Jimin says. "So when the rest of the group leaves I can get dressed up."
Yoongi reaches to stroke Jimin's cheeks with her thumbs. "I think I can find a little something to share with you too," she offers, voice low and full of teasing promise.
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