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1. An Athlete & A Singer ✍️⛹️🎤😍
Jimin cannot be reading this right.
“Building B, room 216!” Jungkook shouts, answering Taehyung’s ‘Building B, 311!’. Jimin squints down at the paper clenched in his hand as more shouts of ‘Building A’ and ‘Building B’ ring out amongst the crowd of freshmen milling about the auditorium.
Building E, room 402, it says. Building E isn’t even on the ‘Freshmen Orientation’ map they’d been given—he’s already checked like three times.
“What about you, Chim?” Taehyung hooks his chin over Jimin’s shoulder and peers down at the paper.
“Uh…” Jimin tamps down the urge to pull out his phone and call his mom less than twenty-four hours into freshman year. “I think it’s probably a type-o?”
“What the frick is Building E?”
“I mean, an E kind of looks like a B, right?” That’s probably all it is. It would be silly to panic over something as simple as a miss-type, being a grown adult and all. Jimin drags his hand back through his hair and bites his lip to keep it from wobbling.
“Oh, I know building E!” Jungkook hooks his chin over Jimin’s other shoulder and slides a hand into Jimin’s back jeans pocket, cupping his butt. Inappropriate, and oddly comforting. “That’s the same one Jin is in!”
Taehyung gasps dramatically. “Eww, you mean… Jin as in your brother?”
“Yep.” Jungkook frowns, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. “That’s the upperclassmen honors dorm. Only for the very best of the best and also Seokjin, somehow.”
“And me, somehow. I think someone made a mistake.” Jimin kind of wants to catch the next train back to Busan.
The auditorium is emptying as the freshmen class begin filtering out to head to their new accomodations. It feels like a premonition of how this whole college experience is probably going to go. Everyone knowing exactly where they’re supposed to be going and what they’re supposed to be doing, and Jimin watching from a distance, feeling absolutely lost.
Taehyung breaks him from his thoughts with a clap on the back. “Ah, what are you talking about, Chim. You’re the best of the best!”
Yeah, well… Jimin is the best of the best, from a strictly grades perspective. Not from any other perspective; he feels pretty wildly inadequate, especially right now. According to the maps app, his dorm is on the complete opposite side of campus from the freshmen dorms, up the hill, behind the trees.
“I… I don't know what to do. I don’t even know if I should go over there. They probably meant to type a ‘B’, right? What if I get there and my keycard doesn’t work? What if I get in trouble for even being over there?”
“Then you come running right back to Building B and be my body pillow.” Taehyung turns him around and clasps his big hands on either side of Jimin’s face. “And if my roommate has a problem with it, I’ll get Jungkook to come up and kick him out.”
“O-okay...” He can do this. This whole day has been scary and new, what’s one more awkward experience on top of it all? Jimin drags his friends into a final, lingering hug, then pulls back, takes a deep breath, and squares his shoulders. “Okay.”
The keycard works.
Jimin holds his breath as he turns the handle and swings the door open. And wow… whatever he'd expected to be behind the door to his room, it wasn't this. It's barely even recognizable as a college dorm.
The cheap university light fixtures have all been replaced with softly glowing ones that look like they came right out of those fancy design magazines his dentist always had laying around. The ugly, worn linoleum is hidden away by a wall-to-wall shag rug, and the desk on the left half of the room is set up with a sleek, professional looking workspace.
An adult lives here, he immediately thinks. A full-fledged man. Even the plastic blinds have been replaced with sleek bamboo slats, and there's a very healthy looking plant furling out along the windowsill.
With a nervous sigh, he drags his single suitcase over to the unclaimed bed and sets to work. It doesn't take long to have it made and all his clothes unpacked, and when he's finished, Jimin can't help but think his side of the room still looks uncomfortably barren in comparison.
The idea had been to reinvent himself, so Jimin hadn't packed more than his essentials. Grown Pre-Med Jimin was going to be way more interesting and way less dorky than good boy grade school Jimin—or something like that. But now he's feeling like the reinventing is going to need to happen pretty darn fast.
Jimin frowns and pushes his glasses back up his nose. He wanders over to his desk, straightens his laptop. Rearranges his instant ramen stash first by brand, then spiciness level. Eventually he just climbs up onto his bed and sits cross-legged, staring at the books and trinkets on his roommate's perfectly arranged shelves.
Where even is this guy? A little voice in Jimin's head is telling him he can still pack all his things and get his barely-adult backside out of here before he's even discovered. That's when he hears the key card mechanism on the door click, and it swings open.
"Hi."
"Holy fu—" The guy's entire body jolts when his eyes land on Jimin, and he clamps a hand over his heart. He recovers fast though, leaning back against the door, features falling neutral, clearly trying to play it cool even though his chest is still rising and falling kind of fast. And oh. Wow.
"S-sorry, hi!" Jimin curls in on himself, kind of wishing he could pull the blanket up over his head and disappear.
The guy doesn't say anything for a while, just taking Jimin in, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Hi…" he says slowly. He gives a small, polite nod of his head, though he still looks confused. Jimin waits with his heart racing and his breath held. "You are…?"
"I—sorry, I'm Park Jimin." He scrambles off the bed and gives a bow that's probably a tad lower than necessary, but he honestly feels pretty lowly at the moment.
"You scared the shit out of me." The guy says, with an exhale that might almost be a chuckle. "I'm Min Yoongi. Are you—" his eyes flicker around Jimin's half of the room. "Are you the roommate?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Jimin drops his head and frowns down at the shag rug. It's just all too much, all at once. Yoongi doesn't look how he pictured the owner of this room would, with his bleached-blond hair and backwards cap, a band tee and ripped skinny jeans.
He's… well, he's a total babe. Extremely Jimin's type, and also extremely intimidating. Why has everything been so intimidating, since the moment his parents left him behind this morning? Seoul, the school, the schedule—and now his roommate, too.
"How old are you, Jimin-ssi?" Yoongi asks, his voice low and gentle. Jimin looks up to find Yoongi's eyes no longer on him, his roommate instead knelt in front of the mini-fridge, perusing. He takes a steadying breath, wills his own voice not to betray how close to childish tears he is.
"Nineteen. Well, almost."
Yoongi pulls a container out of the fridge and sets it on his desk. "I'm twenty-one. So, Hyung to you. Are you like, a kid genius or something?"
"Uh… what?"
"You're a junior, with honors?" There's a plate of crackers on Yoongi's desk now, and he's spreading whatever he'd pulled from the fridge onto them. The sight is a reminder of just how long it's been since Jimin last ate.
"No—"
"You're a senior!?" Yoongi's voice cracks a little at the top, his shocked expression disarmingly cute. Jimin is smiling before he even realizes it.
"N-no, I'm just a freshman! I have no idea what I'm doing here, actually. But the, um—" He holds his key card up in front of his face. "The door worked, so…"
"Huh." Yoongi gives him another once over, then crosses the room with the plate and motions for him to sit back on the bed. "Well, Hyung will take care of you for now, and we can see why you aren't in the freshman dorms tomorrow. Do you have an early class?"
"Yeah, gen-chem at eight."
Jimin feels like he should say something about not needing to be taken care of, about not being a kid, but he needs it so bad. He needs his mom's kimchi jjigae and familiar bedsheets, and to be told he's okay.
Yoongi hands him the plate of snacks and reaches out to give Jimin's shoulder a quick little pat. "Here. Take it easy, Jimin-ah. You look like a lost puppy."
"Oh—Hyung, thank you, you don't have to give me your food!"
"Yah, we can share while we watch a movie or something." Yoongi gathers the laptop from his desk and settles it onto Jimin's lap, tapping the power button before he shuffles back over to the fridge. "I have, erm… bottled water, and iced coffee. Take your pick."
"Uh…" Jimin only half hears him, there's just a lot going on on this computer screen. Half of the screen is a tab opened to some basketball player's wiki page, and on the other half is a paused music video of a boy band singer Jimin only vaguely recognizes. There's a word document open between them, filled with nonsensical shorthand.
...PWP ~10k, ⬆️ Taemin, established r/s, d/s dynamics, halftime, in the locker room…
Stats of some kind? Sports in general aren't Jimin's thing, definitely not enough to make sense of any of this jargon. "Um, water is fine, thank you Hyung."
Yoongi comes back over and hops right up onto Jimin's bed beside him, and Jimin goes rigid so he doesn't accidentally touch the older boy when the bed dips.
"Oop! Didn't mean to leave that—" Yoongi snatches the laptop away lightning-fast and closes all the tabs with a thin chuckle. He gives Jimin a weird side-eye. Does he think Jimin would judge him?
"So, you're pretty into basketball, huh?"
"Uh, yeah." Yoongi doesn't look away from the screen, very focused on pulling up a movie. "I'm pretty good. At it. Yeah." The tops of his cheeks and the tip of his nose are dusted pink, and his hand is resting over his heart. Cute.
"Oh? Do you play?"
"Mhmm, used to, in highschool. You?"
That's kind of hot, Jimin thinks. "No, I kind of kept my nose in the books, I guess. I'm not very exciting."
"This one okay?" Yoongi points to a romcom that Jimin's seen before, one that's pure fluff and doesn't take much mental energy. He nods, and Yoongi clicks play. "And I don't think that's true."
Jimin feels his cheeks heating up. He's in trouble. "It is true, but thanks, Hyung. Thank you for everything."
Yoongi gives him a sweet, unguarded smile. A beautiful smile. Shit, he's in so much trouble. "Let's watch this, and not think about anything that's happening tomorrow, alright?"
Jimin nods obediently. They aren't quite touching, but he can still feel Yoongi's body heat. He smells like vanilla, and something lighter, citrus. He's pretty darn lucky to have wound up in the room of someone so nice and easygoing.
"And, you know, I had someone who made me feel less alone when I first got here, too." Yoongi says, almost a whisper, just before the movie starts. "So I'm just paying it forward. You don't have to thank me."
They sit in comfortable quiet, while the sun outside the window slowly melts down into the horizon and bathes the room in amber hues. Jimin lets the tension seep out of him, sneaking occasional glances at his cute roommate and enjoying the silliness of the movie.
And one by one, all the worries he'd had when he entered the room are replaced by a single new one—one he really hadn't seen coming.
Gosh. Jimin is going to fall so hard for him.
2. Different Jack 💕🌳🌈🤠
If college is proving to be an impossibly high mountain of anxieties, at least this campus is really, exceptionally pretty, Jimin thinks. He's barely blinked and it's already Friday, his first week officially survived. It had all gone almost unbelievably smoothly—he'd even been totally prepared for the pop quiz he'd had this morning.
There's an email to the undergrad housing office, all typed out and sitting in his drafts, but Jimin hasn't so much as glanced at it since he wrote it. As it turns out, having an older, more experienced roommate—who's also a damn good cook—is kind of a godsend. Even the long walk back from studying with Tae and Jungkook is kind of relaxing, in its own way.
The footpath he's following winds through a courtyard and a grove of maples, and a warm, late-summer breeze is rustling through their leaves. Closer to Building E, someone has strung up a hammock between two of the trees, lazily rocking back and forth. There's even a bird chirping from somewhere, hidden amongst the branches. A hesitant pulse of contentment blooms in Jimin's chest, for the first time since he left home.
Jimin doesn't even realize he's been singing happily to himself until his song is interrupted by a disgruntled grumble from the nearby hammock.
“You’re being rude, Jimin-ah.” The voice is low and crackling with sleep, and Jimin’s heart suddenly feels the same way it does when he’s had too much caffeine. Yoongi peeps his head up over the edge of his napping spot, glaring squinty-eyed at Jimin while the breeze toys with his sleep-tussled hair.
He’s way too adorable. It's getting to be a serious problem. Jimin has to see him like this every morning, and he still hasn't figured out how to cope with it. If Yoongi weren't so genuinely nice, to Jimin and Jungkook and Tae too, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But when Jimin had announced he was going to the freshman dorms to study last night, Yoongi had scrounged up an offering of cookies to send along with him, along with instructions to let him know if they needed any help settling in.
“I’m so sorry, Yoongi-Hyung! I didn’t mean to disturb your peace, that was really rude of me!”
“Not what I meant, obviously.” Yoongi smacks his lips with a little frown and flops back down into the hammock. “Rude to ignore Hyung.”
Jimin clenches his fists at his sides. He wants to squeal. This man is such a freaking cutie. “Ah, I won’t let it happen again, Yoongi-Hyung. I'll never ignore you, I promise!” He sends Yoongi a smile that he hopes is charming, maybe even a little bit flirty.
"That's right." Yoongi gives a satisfied nod and waves him over.
There’s an incredibly delicate dance here, one hard-learned from all the unpleasant missteps Jimin had made in his highschool years. He has to somehow be just more-than-friendly enough that a boy could pick up on the hints if he were looking for them, but still subtle enough he’d safely miss them if not.
Yoongi hasn't shown any particularly promising signs that he's noticed yet, but hey, it's a work in progress. A slow dance.
“That’s really smart,” Jimin gestures to the hammock, “I should get one too.”
Yoongi grunts and pulls himself upright, swinging his pale legs over the side, and Jimin gulps. They’re so much slimmer than Jimin’s own, smooth and soft looking, knobby at the knees, delicate at the ankles. It's a little hard not to stare.
“Sure, but there is plenty of room in this one.” Yoongi scooches over and pats the space beside him.
"Um, okay. Are you sure?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer, just frowns and pats the hammock again, blinking up at him expectantly. Jimin might do anything he asked if Yoongi looks at him like this, honestly. It's that bad.
He settles into the hammock, trying to leave some space between their thighs. As soon as he’s settled, Yoongi slouches back down, a contented sound rumbling from his chest.
"Thank you for sharing, Hyung. This is really peaceful.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond for a moment, but he blinks up at Jimin with a serene expression and warm eyes, like he’s smiling on the inside but can’t be bothered to move his face. Then he lets his eyes fall shut again.
"Mhmm, it is. Now hush, I'm working."
Yoongi's backpack is sitting in the grass at their feet, zipped shut, Jimin notes. It doesn't look like he's been doing anything close to working for a while now. He gives Yoongi's side a little poke, giggling. "You are not."
"Am so, you wouldn't understand." Yoongi still doesn't open his eyes, but he does stick his little pink tongue out in Jimin's direction. "Like you said, this space is incredibly peaceful, in a way that reaches the subconscious just as much as it does the conscious, right?"
"Okay…" Jimin pokes him again.
"So, I'm studying it, practicing mindfulness, you know. If I can conceptualize the feelings this space evokes naturally, and identify the sources of those feelings, then maybe I can replicate those elements in a residential, interior space."
"Wow." Wow, that's so sexy of you, Hyung, Jimin thinks, and does not say. Yoongi is a quiet guy in general, but once he's on a topic of interest he's so into it that Jimin finds himself getting a little excited about whatever it is too, even if it's not something he'd usually care about. He's not sure he's ever met someone so genuinely passionate about their area of study, himself definitely included.
"Yeah. So be good and let your poor hyung contemplate."
He goes in for another poke, but this time Yoongi must sense it coming, and he captures Jimin's hand in a tight grip. "Yah, such a brat."
Jimin can feel himself flushing. Yoongi's still holding his hand between them, his bigger one wrapped around it. The dorm buildings are blocking most of the sounds of traffic and city life, the leaves overhead rustling against each other soothingly, filtering patches of sunlight across the two of them. It's good for the soul. Healing.
Jimin's heart is beating like he's just run across campus, and he's grateful his roommate's eyes are peacefully closed so Yoongi doesn't see how flustered their linked hands are making him. He's still far from convinced that Yoongi isn't just napping, but even if he is, it's well-deserved with how hard he's worked taking care of a misplaced freshman this week.
Jimin should probably be responsible and get some work done too, he decides. He carefully extracts his hand from Yoongi's—failing to notice the resulting pout—then reaches for his backpack to pull out a notebook.
A very peaceful half-hour later, he's making decent headway on outlining a paper when Yoongi makes a soft noise in his sleep and shifts, his leg pressing warmly against Jimin’s own from knee to hip.
He tries to be good and ignore it, he really does. But Yoongi’s shorts had bunched up to the tops of his legs when he’d leaned back to sleep, and the comparison between them and Jimin’s own stockier, tanned thighs is extremely distracting. Jimin pulls out his phone and sends an emergency text.
To: Taebae
So… remember how I said I wasn’t going to let myself have any more crushes on guys till I know for sure if they’re straight or not?
Taehyung doesn’t reply right away, so Jimin stares dutifully at his homework, trying in vain to think of something besides his cute roommate's proximity, till his phone pings.
From: Taebae
Oh Jimin. My guy. My gay. It hasn’t even been a full week…
To: Taebae
Okay, but counterpoints: 1) he’s the fairest of them all, and 2) his voice makes your ears feel the same way your mouth feels after you eat a peppermint.
From: Taebae
Consider touching some grass, Park Jimin.
It's worth a try, at this point. Jimin leans over the side of the hammock to let his hand drag over the grass as it swings lazily back and forth. It doesn't do much for him, but he does notice all the tiny flowers dotted through the grass.
Kind of look like freckles…
His eyes drift back over to his sleepsoft roommate; the faint smattering of freckles across his high cheekbones, the pouty curl of his lips, the way he's all but drowning in a cuddly green sweatshirt, the words ‘Jack, I swear.' embroidered across the chest. Jimin sighs. With the evening light filtering onto his delicate features and setting his halo of blond hair aglow, Yoongi looks like a sleeping fairy prince, he thinks.
Dreamy boy…
It takes much too long for him to realize that Yoongi's eyes are open.
"O-oh."
"Oh?" Yoongi arches a brow at him, and even in the summer warmth Jimin can feel his cheeks heating up.
"You're—hi!"
"Hi, Jiminie." The eyebrow arches higher.
Oh gosh. Jimin feels as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t, like the older boy’s dark eyes are reading right into his embarrassing thoughts, and he scrambles for something to explain himself.
“I um, I was just—I like your shirt, Hyung!”
Yoongi sits up a little, looking at Jimin very intently. “You… do?”
“Yeah!” It's not the most natural conversation topic, but Jimin clings to it desperately and hopes he somehow doesn’t seem as flustered as he feels. “So, you’re a fan of Titanic?”
“Oooh. Oh, no, it’s not erm…” Yoongi’s surprise is replaced by a chagrined half-smirk as he slumps back into the hammock. “It’s not from Titanic. Different Jack. Different movie. Yeah.”
“Oh. Well, I still like it!”
“Thanks.” He snorts, giving Jimin a long, unreadable look before closing his eyes again. Jimin takes a deep breath. It kind of feels like he missed something there… Oh well.
Somehow, Jimin manages to focus enough to make some real progress on his work, and the sun’s rays are eventually replaced by shadow as it dips out of sight behind the dorm buildings. Yoongi seems content with napping the evening away next to him, and Jimin lets himself enjoy the company. Honestly, even if Yoongi turns out to be uninterested, he’s a soothing presence Jimin very much wants to keep close, he decides.
He zips his things back up in his backpack and nudges his roommate as gently as possible.
"Hyung?"
"Hmm?" Yoongi must have been really asleep this time, because he squints up at Jimin with a muddled pout. "What time's it?"
"It's almost eight."
"Oh wow, sorry." Yoongi drags himself out of the hammock with a groan, then offers a hand to help pull Jimin up too.
Such big hands, warm and a little rough. Capable. Jimin pointedly stops the thought process there, hoping the low light hides his blush.
"It's fine, Hyung, no worries! I got a lot done. Um…" If it's all a dance then this is a particularly risky step, but Jimin fancies himself a pretty good dancer. He gives Yoongi his most innocent smile. "Could we go out someplace tonight, for jjajangmyeon or something?"
"Sure, of course. You've worked hard today, you earned it."
"Well," Jimin swallows down his nerves, praying they won't carry in his voice. "I want to buy it, though. You know, to pay you back at least a little for helping me so much?"
Yoongi's lashes flutter, and he gives Jimin a disarming smirk. "Ah Jiminie, you want to take care of me now, hmm? That sounds nice."
Oh gosh. Jimin's sure his face is bright, bright pink.
3. Tongue Technology 🤭👔🏃🎶
"Oh! I've got it!" Jungkook puffs, his pigtails bobbing as the two of them jog across campus. The sun is still hidden below the horizon, tangerine predawn only just lightening the sky. "You can just tell him to come running with us!"
Jimin laughs out loud—probably a little too loud for how early it is—but Jungkook is undeterred.
"Seriously, Hyung. Give him a chance to take all that in—" He gestures to Jimin's shirtless top half, "and it'll be case closed, easy peasy."
"He's still dead to the world when I get back from gen-chem, Kookie." Jimin giggles, imagining his roommate's reaction to being woken before dawn. "He'd literally kill us."
"Hmm…" Jungkook slows his stride a little. "Well then, next time you take a shower, just say you forgot your clothes. Come out all steamy. When he drops to his knees, you'll know."
"Oh my gosh, shut up!" Jimin splutters, smacking at his friend. The thought of Yoongi on his knees flashes through his mind for a dangerous fraction of a second, so he thinks very hard about what might be on his calculus quiz in a few hours. "I don't want to just seduce him, I want to like… hold his hand, buy him flowers, tell him he's pretty."
"Okay, well first of all, the 'just' implies that you do also want to seduce him, so good for you." Jungkook nudges him in the ribs. "Second of all, that was gay and I'm telling Taehyung. "
Jimin rolls his eyes and sends Jungkook a look that he hopes conveys just how unimpressed he is. "Tae is too busy getting tutored by your brother to care about my love life, these days."
"I don't know what the fuck you're trying to imply, but Jin is definitely not the tutor he's seeing."
"Mhmm."
"Tae talks about how annoying and gross he is every chance he gets."
"Mhmm…"
"He's literally never liked my brother, you know this!" Jungkook sounds like he's trying to convince himself as much as he is Jimin.
"We're barely a month in, and he's getting tutored for Intro To Acting. The Kim Taehyung, getting help for acting. And who is the acting tutor?"
Jungkook comes to a full stop, his eyes big and round and horrified.
"I'm just saying."
"Oh my god, that's so disturbing. I can't believe I missed it."
"Yeah, see, that's what I don't get. I'm usually pretty good at picking up on these kinds of things. Like, I knew you were fruity within five minutes of meeting you."
"Yeah cause I said I had a 'boy crush' on a dude—"
"But with Yoongi-Hyung, the gaydar is just not giving much of anything." By now, they've nearly made it back to Building E, and Jimin frowns up at his and Yoongi's window.
"Well I hope you kept the warranty."
"What?"
"Nothing, Hyung." Jungkook calls over his shoulder, already jogging away. "Are you coming over to study later?"
"Not tonight, Kookie. I have a thing."
"Oh, right! Well, see you in class then!"
Jimin clenches his jaw and takes a long, slow breath. He is not going to lose his temper over something that every other adult man before him has managed to figure out. The tutorial on his phone just looks different than whatever his tie is doing around his neck right now. It's alright, he tells himself, there's still some time.
He's still at it a few minutes later, frowning at his reflection in the mirror, when he hears familiar voices outside in the hall.
"...Aish Hyung, I'm just saying—" One of Yoongi's friends, Hoseok giggles, his distinctive laughter carrying down the hallway.
"Don't just say." Yoongi sounds like he's whining, and Jimin perks up instantly at his voice.
"Mmm, you could put those top-tier blow job skills of yours to use."
"What—no, shut the fuck up, Hoba! I'm not—" Yoongi says something that Jimin can't quite make out, and then the door is swinging open. Jimin is frozen, his mind scrambling to comprehend what the hell was just said. There's no way he could have heard that right, but…
“Fuuu—wow.” Yoongi stops in the doorway and blinks at him, mouth slightly open.
It's not quite the reaction Jimin would have hoped for if Yoongi were at all attracted to him, if he's being honest. Loose tie notwithstanding, Jimin thinks he looks pretty sharp right now; crisp white button up tucked into black slacks that fit very well, and his hair styled back off his forehead in a way that makes him look just a little older.
But Yoongi doesn't say anything about it, or even really respond. He just looks blank, like his brain is somewhere far away. The only sign of life is his fluttering lashes.
“Did he just meow?” Hoseok squawks, manhandling his smaller friend the rest of the way through the door. Yoongi snaps his mouth closed and scowls.
“He meowed at Jimin, yeah.” Namjoon—another of Yoongi's upperclassmen friends—chuckles, following after them. He gives Yoongi a pat on the shoulder that’s probably supposed to be a gesture of camaraderie, but it’s hard enough to make Yoongi jolt.
“That’s a new one.” Hoseok giggles, sidestepping Yoongi’s attempt to kick him in the shin
"You uh—" Yoongi's voice seems to get caught in his throat. He gulps and tries again. "Hah, you got a date, Jiminie?"
"Oh! No, just freshman honors banquet."
"Oh. Yeah, that's right. Well."
Hoseok and Namjoon seem to be having some sort of long-term-bros eye-contact conversation that's lost on Jimin.
"Woo Jiminie, you look sexy, bro!" Hoseok snakes an arm around his shoulders, and okay, maybe Jimin likes the praise a lot. He grins at the older boy and bites his lip subconsciously.
"I do?"
"Mhmm."
"Ah thanks, Hobi-Hyung."
There's a little exhale of breath. "Well, sucks that you have so much homework to do tonight Hoba. Guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." Yoongi holds the door open for them and gestures out. Such a gentleman.
"Yeah it does." Hoseok gives Jimin a goodbye hug and a wink, then frolics out the door after Namjoon. "And speaking of things that suck—"
Yoongi closes the door, rather abruptly.
Other than the hum of the mini-fridge, the room is very quiet.
"Erm…" Yoongi scratches behind his ear, stubs his toe against the carpet.
"H-how's your day going, Hyung?" Jimin asks after an awkward moment. He's only half-listening to the reply though, mind still playing back what he'd heard—or at least thought he'd heard—in the hallway.
"Oh, it's going fine, Jiminie. Peachy."
"That's good."
"Yeah." Yoongi sends him a cute little smile. Jimin knows darn well he should leave it alone, but he might actually go insane if he doesn't ask.
"Hyung?"
"Yes?"
"Um… When you guys were coming down the hall, I kind of overheard, well um. What were you guys talking about?"
Yoongi's brow knits for a moment, then he mumbles something that sounds like a curse under his breath. "We were uh, what were we talking about? I'm not sure…"
"It was just, it kind of sounded like—"
"Oh, rapping!" Yoongi cuts in, a little too loud for the quiet room. Jimin isn't quite following, distracted by how cute his roommate's face looks scrunched up like that.
"What?"
"We were talking about like, rapping and stuff. You know, my flow job."
"Your flow… you rap!? Jimin's trying to picture it, and it's a very sexy picture. He shouldn't be that surprised, he's seen Yoongi tapping out a beat to the songs he listens to, long fingers drumming against his desk while he studies.
"Yeah, just for fun sometimes."
Jimin shakes his head and goes back to trying to fix his tie, feeling kind of mortified at how badly he'd misheard. Flow job. The phrasing seems a bit odd, but maybe that's just how they say it in the hip-hop world? Jimin wouldn't really know.
"Wow, why are you so cool, Hyung?"
Something changes subtly in Yoongi's expression, and he gives Jimin a slow once-over from under his lashes. "You need help with that tie, Jiminie?"
"Oh—thanks Hyung—" Jimin only just has time to get the words out before Yoongi is right in front of him, so close that Jimin can feel his body heat and soft puffs of breath as the older boy's dexterous fingers work on the knot.
Oh gosh. Oh gosh, he's so pretty, and so close. Jimin's heart might burst.
"A-are you good at it?"
"Tying ties?" Yoongi chuckles. His voice sounds deeper, even more gravely than usual, and Jimin is pretty sure he can feel it in his core.
"No, rapping, I mean."
"Mmm, sure I am." He purrs, snaking his hands around to fix Jimin's collar, the heat of his fingers bleeding through the material of the shirt. "Just give me a good beat," He leans a little closer, and Jimin watches a smirk curl across his lips, "And I can ride it very well, Jiminie."
Jimin almost whimpers out loud. It's a close call. Yoongi's just talking about hobby rapping but here he is, his own mind in a very different place, a mess of horniness and shame. He resists the urge to squirm when Yoongi slowly pulls the knot tight against his throat. He hopes he's not blushing as obviously the heat in his cheeks suggests, because they're way too close for it to go unnoticed.
Yoongi gives him one more indecipherable look before giving Jimin's shoulder a little pat. "Don't worry, I'll show you some time."
It's a bit early to leave for the banquet, but Jimin thanks Yoongi for the help and makes a hasty retreat while his sanity is still intact.
4. ___ Panic 🚨😏🍑🍌
"Don't underestimate how much I don't want to do this just because I'm not whining about it." Yoongi scowls at Jimin, then looks up the stairwell they're heading towards.
But you are whining, so much, Jimin wants to say, but he just giggles at the older boy instead. It's only four flights, and Jimin has been a bundle of nervous energy all day. He just needs an outlet, and Yoongi had been surprisingly easy to talk into it, despite the complaints.
"You really can take the elevator Hyung, it's alright. I'll just meet you up there."
Yoongi grumbles and ignores him, already taking the first few steps, so Jimin follows after him.
"The things I do for you."
"Yes, Hyungie. You are the best roommate I've ever had, thank you for taking the stairs with me."
"Don't patronize me." Yoongi huffs, stopping at the second landing to rest his hands on his knees. Jimin is the one carrying all the grocery bags so he thinks it's a little dramatic, but having Yoongi's company is more than worth it.
"Have you heard anything about grades from anyone yet?"
"No, but it's only been a few hours. Midterm grades usually don't go up until afternoon." Yoongi gives him a sympathetic look and continues up the stairs.
"Oh. Okay."
It's been a long and stressful first half of the semester, and an especially long and stressful day, too. Jimin has worked very hard and been very good, and he respects Yoongi more than anyone he's met here so far, he reasons. So just this once, he lets his eyes travel up and down the older boy's form as he follows along behind him.
Wow… Yoongi's butt is so round.
He's so focused he almost trips right into Yoongi when he stops suddenly at the top of the stairs to send a sweet, innocent smile to Jimin over his shoulder. The tops of his cheeks are dusted pink, probably from exertion.
That was almost embarrassing.
The second they're back in their room, Jimin makes a beeline for his computer.
"Oh my god. It's almost dinner time, how can they still not be posted?"
Yoongi shrugs, digging through the grocery bags to pull his bananas out. Jimin could swear he'd said tangerines were his favorite fruit, but he's had to watch the guy eat way too many bananas lately for that to be true.
"Hey. I'm sure you did very well."
"Yeah…" Jimin nods down at his hands. He knows he did well, is the thing. He's pretty sure he killed those exams, just like he had to if he was going to be attractive to med schools. But a single scary thought has been creeping into his mind all semester—or maybe it's a realization—and it's only getting louder. Somehow, it feels like this grade is going to make it real.
"Why don't you find something to do that has literally nothing to do with school?" Yoongi suggests, busy making himself a cozy blanket nest in his own bed, banana in one hand and phone in the other. "You know, something just for you."
Jimin knows it's good advice, but even after four flights of stairs he still feels the buzz of nerves under his skin. "I don't know if I could even enjoy anything right now… What are you doing?"
Yoongi stops sucking on the banana and glances up from his phone. "Reading."
"Oh. What's the book?"
"Erm, well it's not really a book per say. It's more like…" Yoongi scrunches his nose at his phone. "Some more of that stuff about basketball. Yeah."
"Oh. That's cool, Hyung."
"Mhmm, yup. You probably wouldn't like it, Jiminie." The banana goes back between his pouty lips and Jimin has to look away.
"Yeah. It's alright, I'll find something." It's kind of odd how blushy Yoongi is about his basketball thing, but he's very cute when he gets like that so Jimin doesn't comment on it.
"Mmph—"
Jimin clenches the muscles in his core to keep his headstand steady, then carefully lets his legs fall open into something as close to splits as he can get in this position. Hours have passed, the sun has gone down, and the midterm grades are still not up.
"You are driving me crazy." Yoongi grumbles from across the room, aiming a wad of paper at Jimin's face. "They'll post them when they post them."
"Sorry—" Jimin grunts, bringing his legs back up to point towards the ceiling. The older boy rolls his eyes and Jimin breaks into giggles. Yoongi looks so darn funny upside down—or maybe it's all the blood rushing to his head. "Hey, can you come hold my legs?"
"No."
"Yoongi-Hyung please, I need to do sit-ups."
"I don't think you need to do any of this."
Jimin flops over into the mattress and sticks his bottom lip out. "Hyungie…"
"Oh my gosh, stop that." Yoongi glares at him, even though he's already making his way over. "Whatever, how do you want me?"
Jimin stares up at the ceiling panels and bites his tongue before he can say something dumb. Oh boy. How doesn't he want Yoongi… Not for the first time, a part of him wonders what would happen if he finally just asked.
Hey Yoongi, what's your type? How do you feel about boys kissing boys? What if it was the two of us, happily ever after?
Jimin tamps it down though, and points to his legs. "Uh, just hold 'em down."
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't for Yoongi to sit his butt right onto Jimin's legs, practically in his lap, but that's what he gets. Yoongi crosses his legs primly and goes back to tapping on his phone. "Alright then, do your thing." He instructs with a wave of his hand.
Soft butt. Jimin resists the urge to squirm underneath. "M'kay. Thanks."
It only takes one attempt for Jimin to realize that their positions are going to bring him alarmingly close to Yoongi every time he sits up. Which is thrilling, except the older boy is completely ignoring him, staring intently at his phone.
"Are—hmph—are the grades up?"
"Nope."
"Did you check?" Jimin sits up and tries to get a glimpse of Yoongi's phone screen, but all he sees is a string of emojis he must have just sent to Hoseok, mostly sirens. Is he stressed about something too?
Yoongi shoves him right back down with a firm hand in the middle of his chest. "Chop chop, Jiminie. Be good."
Fine. Jimin is nothing if not good. He tries to put the worries aside and focus on his breathing and his pace, and it helps at least a little. After a minute he stops to catch his breath, and Yoongi turns to him with an eyebrow raised. "Is that all you're doing?"
"All—Hyung, that was a lot!"
"Mmm, I think you've got a few more in you."
"My abs hurt!" He's definitely whining, but that works surprisingly well with Yoongi, he's found. Not this time, though.
"I'm sure they're just fine. Do twenty more, for Hyung."
For Hyung, huh? Jimin can do them.
By the time he's finished, his stomach muscles are burning, but the smile and nod of approval he gets from Yoongi makes him warm from head to toe.
"Hey, Jiminie?" Yoongi flicks on his bedside lamp, and the darkened room fills with warm light. Jimin wasn't even close to falling asleep yet, still too preoccupied with the same thought that had been bothering him since he'd sat down for his midterms that morning. He still has to squint to adjust to the sudden light, and Yoongi gives him a fond look.
"Yeah?"
"The grades are posted."
"Oh—thanks!" He makes a grab for his phone, holding his breath as he waits for the page to load. When it does, Jimin just stares at it, feeling oddly distant from himself.
"Jiminie?" Yoongi crawls out of bed, a blanket draped around his shoulders, and comes over to crouch next to Jimin's.
"It's—" Jimin gulps, but his throat is still dry. "It's all A's, Hyung." He feels cold.
Yoongi doesn't say anything, but he hooks a finger under Jimin's chin to make him look up from the screen, a worried furrow between his brows. He looks so gentle and sincere that Jimin doesn't even have to think twice about telling him this terrible thing he hasn't told a soul.
"Yoongi-Hyung?"
"Hmm?"
It's late, and the whole building seems quiet. Only the distant hum of the city night breaks the silence. Jimin takes a deep breath. "I… I don't want to be a doctor." He whispers.
"Oh… Jiminie." Yoongi reaches up to brush the hair back from Jimin's brow. "Are you sure?"
It's weird how being asked makes him realize for the first time just how sure he is. "Yeah, I am. That's… I was always going to be a doctor, even from when I was little. All my planning, my academics, everything I've ever told my family—that's always been it for me."
Jimin takes another deep breath. He doesn't feel like crying—he really thought he'd cry, but he just feels more awake, more solid. Yoongi takes his hand.
"So… What do you want to do, then?"
It's weird how easy that answer is, too. When it was only in his mind, unspoken, it felt like nothing more than a wistful hypothetical. Now though, spoken into the quiet dorm room, it sends a thrill up his spine.
"I want to focus more on my dancing. Maybe even major in it, like Jungkook is doing. Our dance instructors—" Jimin takes another deep breath. He hasn't told anyone this part, either. "They asked me to think about switching, when I already was thinking about it. They said I have something special."
Yoongi watches him for a moment, then a bright, gummy smile spreads across his face, and Jimin can't help but to match it. The hand around his own tightens.
"I'm proud of you, Jiminie."
"Oh—thank you Hyung!" Jimin's voice comes out an embarrassing whimper. He hasn't felt this relieved, this weightless in a long time. "Will you—" He smiles through a sniffle and Yoongi grins at him even brighter. "Will you turn the light off?"
"Sure. You've worked hard today, Park Jimin. Get some sleep." Yoongi gives Jimin's hair a final tousle, then climbs back into his own bed and flicks off the light.
"M'kay."
Now, he's going to cry.
5. Going somewhere? ⌚🌈👟👀
Autumn is finally in full swing; all the trees visible from the dorm room window are painted in gold and ochre, and the air is crisp and chilled.
Jimin pulls his hands back into the sleeves of the hoodie he's wearing till just his fingers are peeking out, then zips it up and draws up the hood, too. It's all soft and warm, and it surrounds him in the comforting smell of Yoongi—sweet spicy cologne and cuddly boy. Jimin closes his eyes and smiles to himself like a loser.
It is a little strange—a funny quirk of Yoongi's, he supposes. As organized and neat as he is with everything else, the older boy's jackets and hoodies seem to fall where they may; sometimes hanging on the bathroom door handle, sometimes tossed haphazard over the back of Jimin's desk chair. It gives him the perfect excuse to pretend he doesn't know they aren't his, so Jimin certainly isn't complaining.
It takes a while to realize he's been daydreaming again, staring blankly at his laptop screen. The only thing on the entire page is the cursor, blinking back at him. College is great but it also kind of sucks, actually.
To: Taebae
Hey. I have a history paper due at 8 😭 come help me stay awake!
Can't, Chimmy Chim.
Whyyyy 😭😭😭
Apparently this school has an LGBT student club? JK saw a flier, it's meeting tonight at 8 so we're gonna check it out.
Oh. Well, that's super cool! Weird how they forgot to mention it at orientation, imagine that, woo 🌈✌️🙄
Yeah hey you should come with. Since you're, you know…
It's in less than an hour and I haven't technically started my assignment yet 🙃 There's literally no way.
We'll think of you fondly ☹️
Jimin puts his phone down when he hears the door handle turning, and jumps up from the desk with his arms thrown wide open to greet his savior.
"YOOOOO—"
Yoongi narrows his eyes like he thinks Jimin is an absolute idiot and tells him to shush, but Jimin isn't done yet.
"—OOONGI!!!"
"Stop it."
Jimin just beams at him and holds his arms open expectantly, and after a unconvincing huff of complaint, Yoongi shuffles across the room to offer himself for a hug.
"Mph—what's this about." He asks, while Jimin squeezes him tight.
"Oh Hyung, you're my knight in shining armor!"
"Uhhh…"
"I have a paper due in—" Jimin squints at the clock, "fifty-one minutes, and I can't focus." He's close enough to despair that it's easy to make his eyes big and round and watery. "Help me."
Yoongi sighs and holds him back by the shoulders. "Jiminie, go write your paper." He reaches up to give Jimin's head a pat, then heads for the shower.
Jimin groans and buries his head in his hands as he flops back down at his desk. Now, on top of having to focus on the assignment, he also has to not focus on the idea of his roommate in the shower. He tries typing out an intro paragraph, but zones out halfway through because what if Yoongi turns pink where the hot water hits him?
By the time the bathroom door creaks open again, Jimin has a solid three sentences. There's a low whistle from behind him, a tsk-tsk, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi looking more attractive than he even knew a person could look.
"Geez Jimin, I was in there like twenty minutes. What have you been doing?"
Pining, Jimin answers wistfully in his head. Yoongi is wearing a cute floral button-up and a snapback that somehow makes his features look even more delicate. His eyes are rimmed in soft makeup, his smirking lips shining with gloss, and there's a pink blush across his cheeks. He's flawless, as far as Jimin can tell.
"What do you think of these? They're new." Yoongi points down at his shoes, but Jimin only spares them an obligatory glance—they're just vans, after all—before his eyes trail back up to the pair of ripped jeans that he is very certain he's never seen before, because those rips go so high up Yoongi's pale thighs that he can't possibly be wearing boxers underneath…
"Ah, rude Jiminie," Yoongi perches himself on top of his desk, feet swinging back and forth. "I asked you something."
"Oh! Sorry, wow you're really—the shoes—cute, Hyung!" Jimin squeaks, then adds a mumbled 'sorry' because even he isn't sure what the heck he just said. He turns back to his computer with cheeks flaming, and a few moments later there's a hand gently tousling his hair.
"Hey, listen," Yoongi says, still playing with Jimin's hair while the younger boy does his best not to melt under the touch. "I have a thing at eight, but after that me and the guys are all going out to this bar in Itaewon we like, Why Not. Wanna come?"
Jimin perks up instantly, turning to peer up at Yoongi. It's not the first time the older boy has gone out with his upperclassmen friends since the semester started, but it is the first time he's invited Jimin. And, besides the fact that the cutest boy of all will be there, it's definitely an experience Jimin wants to have—a part of the whole grown Jimin isn't a huge dork thing.
"I—yes please! I would love that."
"M'kay, I'll swing back by to get you, probably sometime after nine."
"Thank you, Yoongi-Hyung."
"Sure, you deserve it. Or at least you will, if you finish your paper."
"I'll finish it." Jimin says, putting his glasses back in place. His hair gets ruffled one last time, then the door clicks behind Yoongi as he heads out, and Jimin is alone. Just him, thirty minutes, and three unwritten paragraphs.
He doesn't even think about how weird it is that Yoongi was wearing shoes in their room, on his fancy shag rug, until several minutes after the older boy bids him farewell. Yoongi's pretty particular about the rug, so he must have really liked those shoes.
Something about the time-crunch gives him just the adrenaline boost he needs, and the last sentence is finally typed with four minutes to spare. Jimin flies through the proof reading, just trying to make sure it's all coherent, then hits 'submit'.
'You can't wait until the last minute to write this and think you're going to pass' the professor had said, but Jimin knows he pulled it off. He did that.
So maybe he's feeling a little bit cocky, and a lot relieved. He stares quietly at the page for another moment, then opens his music library, picks a playlist, and turns the speakers up as loud as they'll go.
A beat starts—one Jimin knows by heart and can practically feel in his soul—and he grabs the first thing he sees that can pass as a mic off his desk and jumps up onto his bed. It's way too late for an impromptu karaoke session, there will almost certainly be a noise complaint, but the bass hits and Jimin really couldn't care less for once.
College has been a constant exercise in self-restraint, and he's worked very hard and done very well, and made a very scary and adult decision about his major. The boy he's trying his best to impress isn't here to see, and just this once, Jimin is going to do exactly what he feels like.
+1. Strawberry Kisses 🍭💡😳💕
"Wooo, shout it! I. SAY. MOOOORE!" Jimin growls into the mic—or lollipop—the first thing he grabbed off his desk. "Ha! Yeah right! 'Cause I want some MORE!" His speakers sound like they aren't long for this world, but he's really feeling himself right now, so it's worth it.
Just one more, he decides. The next track starts, and if he squints his eyes and lets his imagination take over, he can practically see the crowd.
"Ay, gentlemen!" They go wild for him, cause he's just that sexy. He's it. "Wait a minute!"
The spotlights beam down on him, their heat and his dancing making his hair stick to his temple—or maybe that's just how close his face is to the overhead light fixture, standing on the bed like he is. Either way, he pulls Yoongi's hoodie over his head and tosses it to the side, then readjusts the old tank top he'd been wearing underneath.
Suddenly, he gets a brilliant idea. The tank top is stained and threadbare, and he could stand to buy some new ones anyways…
"Irreplaceable! Irreplaceable!"
He can all but hear the chants—Park! Ji! Min!—the roar of adoration when he slicks his hair back in place and hits a note just so. What he cannot hear, with his cheap speakers doing their best at the too-high volume, is the door handle turning, the door creaking open and then closing, the disbelieving huff.
The bass is about to drop, and Jimin can feel the excitement building in his audience, even with his eyes closed. Little do they know…
He smiles, feels the beat running through his body, counting down. And then, it finally hits. Jimin tenses his abs, gets a firm grip with both hands at the middle of the tank top, and rips.
The fabric tears much easier than he'd expected it to, and a surge of adrenaline runs up his spine at having pulled off such a badass move. He opens his eyes, ready to belt out the next lines, and—
"What in the FUCK!?"
Jimin's soul almost leaves his body behind at the familiar gravelly voice, and he turns to find Yoongi frozen by the door, staring up at him with his brows furrowed and his mouth ajar. He looks… Offended? Somewhere in the neighborhood of angry? Jimin isn't sure, but it's not an expression he's seen on his roommate before and it is alarmingly hot.
Yoongi's sharp eyes travel slowly up and down his form, and Jimin is suddenly very aware that he's a grown man, standing on top of his bed in only his basketball shorts, singing into the lollipop-microphone still clenched in his fist. He jumps down from the bed and scrambles to turn off the music.
"Jimin," Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes closed, almost like he's in pain. "What the fuck?"
"Sorry!" Jimin's pretty sure he didn't do anything actually wrong, just something immature and embarrassing, but he's ready for the consequences regardless.
"Come over here." Yoongi points to the spot directly in front of him.
"Yes, Hyung." Jimin's voice comes out all breathy. He always has this issue whenever Yoongi gets authoritative. Once he's in front of him, the older boy moves even closer, right into his space. Jimin holds his breath, his stomach swooping, because more than half a semester of living together still hasn't gotten him over how pretty Yoongi is.
Yoongi gently pries the lollipop from his hands, unwrapping it without taking his eyes off Jimin. With the music gone, the room is so quiet that Jimin can hear his own heartbeat pounding wildly in his chest as Yoongi lifts the candy to his pouty lips and guides it slowly inside with his tongue.
He presses it into his mouth till it bulges obscenely against his cheek, then moves even closer, until they're almost touching, his gaze still burning into Jimin with something…
Something…
Min Yoongi might be gay.
All at once, it seems like a very real possibility. Jimin watches the older boy's mouth tilt up into a lopsided smirk. He needs to be sure.
"Hyung, a-are you…"
Yoongi pulls the candy out with a pop and bats his lashes. It's the most alluring thing Jimin has seen in his life. "Am I…?"
"Are you mad at me?"
Yoongi's shoulders slump and he makes a sound very close to a whine. "Jimin, I swear to god. I am this close to losing my mind."
"Wait—you are mad at me?"
"Yes." Yoongi glares down at Jimin's bare chest, then down to his abs. "How dare you."
"Um—"
"Parading around here with your cute cheeks and—" The hand not holding the lollipop gives Jimin's chest a firm poke, and he holds back a surprised squeak. "A-and your muscles and stupid pheromones or whatever the fuck."
Oh my god. What is happening?
Yoongi is really pouting at him, his lips shiny and pink from the candy he's bringing back to his lips. He looks a little breathless.
"I don't have pheromones!" Jimin splutters, his mind hovering between disbelief and excitement. He has the full attention of the cutest boy on the planet, and that boy says he has cute cheeks. This cannot be real. "Wait… so," Jimin eases up onto his tiptoes very stealthily, so he can be a little taller. "So you like my muscles, huh?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes and pushes him back down. "To put it mildly. It's a problem."
"Wah... Are—are you gay?"
Yoongi gives him an impossibly fond smile and reaches up to tousle his hair. "I'm pan. Do you know what that is?"
"Y-yeah. Jungkook is that." Are they flirting? Jimin really isn't sure exactly what it is they're doing, but it's awfully fun. It could be more fun. "Hyung?"
"Hmm?" Yoongi rolls the lollipop against his lips, and Jimin tries to keep his voice even.
"So then, would you… would you kiss a boy?"
Yoongi leans his weight back against the door. His eyes trail up and down again, and he raises an eyebrow, something playful in his gaze. "Come here, Jiminie."
Jimin's heart gives a thud. They're already standing toe to toe, so all he can do to obey is lean closer. Yoongi takes the lollipop out of his mouth and reaches up with the other hand to curl his long fingers around Jimin's jaw.
And then, Jimin is in soft, pillowy, strawberry-flavored heaven. It's easily the best two seconds of his entire life, and he's had actual sex before. Yoongi pulls away from the kiss just far enough to smile at him, and this time it isn't a smirk, but a full, sunshiny grin. He puts the lollipop back in, which isn't really ideal, Jimin thinks.
"I want—"
"Jimin, I think we n-need to uh, talk about some things." Yoongi's voice is low, almost a whisper.
"Nooo don't you wanna kiss with me, Yoongi-Hyung?" Jimin whines.
Yoongi huffs and gives a little shake of his head, but he's still staring at Jimin's mouth, his eyes heavy-lidded. "We should talk about what we—what we want, you know—"
"Wanna kiss." Jimin reaches up to pull the lollipop out, and to his surprise, Yoongi lets him. He's the one to lean in this time, clinging to Yoongi's shirt as he presses their mouths together again.
Yoongi tastes so good, kisses back so sweetly. Jimin can't get enough. He deepens the kiss, and the older boy groans softly into his mouth when Jimin presses forward, slips his tongue farther inside. He's never felt a kiss all the way to his toes before, didn't even know it was possible to feel this good just from kissing.
When they part again, Yoongi is panting, his eyes so dark, and Jimin can't help but feel kind of amazing about it.
"God, Jimin. My nerdy little roommate is awfully good at kissing." Yoongi licks his lips, then leans in to lick Jimin's, too.
"W-went to an all-boys school, Hyung."
Yoongi chuckles breathlessly, dodging another attempt at a deeper kiss. "Listen, Jiminie, slow down a second. I'm not going anywhere."
Fine. Jimin thinks they're probably on the same page, but talking it out is acceptable.
"Do you like me, Hyung?"
"Well—yes. You're my favorite little thing, Jiminie." Yoongi says, and suddenly he looks almost shy. Jimin's not little, but he'll bring that up later. Right now he's feeling too warm and dreamy to mind.
"Can't we be boyfriends, then?"
Yoongi presses his mouth into a thin line, and the corners of his eyes crinkle. Jimin knows this expression, but it was a serious question. He narrows his eyes at the older boy.
"Hyung. Can't we?"
Yoongi huffs, then covers his mouth with a big hand. His eyes crinkle even more, and his shoulders start shaking. "I'm sorry!" he squeaks, in between hiccups of laughter while Jimin holds onto him. "I'm not trying to laugh at you, I'm sorry." Jimin frowns and puts a little peck at the corner of his mouth, waiting. "It's just—Jimin, you're so fuckin' cute."
"I'm just trying to date you, Yoongi-Hyung."
"You can—we can be boyfriends. Yes."
Hell yes. There are more giggles coming, he can tell, so Jimin grabs Yoongi's round cheeks and kisses him hard before he can start again. They kiss until they're both breathless.
"Hyung," Jimin pants, when they finally separate. "Are we still going out tonight?"
"Do you want to?" Yoongi's lips are all pink and bitten, his eyes sleepy and sated. He's never looked cuter.
"No, I wanna have a sleepover."
"But… We're roommates?"
"Yeah, but I'm gonna build a blanket fort." Jimin's already scanning the room for materials. "And I'm gonna kiss you in it."
Yoongi yawns and nods his head, his mussed-up hair bobbing with the motion. "Let's build a blanket fort then, Baby. You have to put a shirt on though, or I can't be responsible for what happens."
Jimin doesn't hear past the word 'baby'. Yoongi is his boyfriend, just like that. He's Yoongi's Baby. Amazing.
He also doesn't hear his phone ping on his desk.
From: Taebae
Yo Park Chimin you are not gonna believe this, your twink roommate was at the meeting🧐 Swear to God. I'm not saying I'm a genius, but I really do think he might be ✨🌈gay🌈✨