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"You owe me big time, hyung, it took me almost 3 weeks of flirting to sweet talk a whole batch of cookies from that cute receptionist."
"You enjoyed it," Yoongi drawls, turning in his swivel chair, but he grins when he sees Jimin with his hands full, pushing the office door shut behind him with his backside. "I could kiss you. How many is there?"
Jimin hands him the plate of cookies, waiting politely for Yoongi to sit back down before taking a seat in a chair opposite him. "A dozen," he says modestly, and Yoongi beams. "So, how about that kiss?"
Yoongi wrinkles his nose, peeling the saran wrap off the plate. "Suck my whole ass," he replies, ignoring the way Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Is that a formal invitation?"
Yoongi leans back in his chair, reaching forward to kick Jimin in the shin, but his legs aren't quite long enough and Jimin giggles gleefully.
Yoongi wads the clear wrap into a little ball, throwing it into the trash bin in the far corner without even looking. "Your share," he says, handing a cookie to Jimin, and Jimin accepts it happily. The cookie isn't huge, but it's big enough that Jimin has to hold it in two hands as he takes a bite out of it, like a cheeseburger, and Yoongi thinks it's cute.
"Victoria noona is gonna want that plate back."
"Who's Victoria?" Yoongi mumbles, mouth full, and Jimin wrinkles his nose when a cookie crumb falls onto his lap.
"Noona," Jimin adds quickly, leaning over to wipe a smudge of chocolate off the corner of Yoongi's mouth with his thumb. "And she's the receptionist, duh."
Yoongi laughs. "She's not my noona. She can't be any older than Hoseok-ah. Here," he adds, sliding the cookies onto an old paper plate from a sandwich the night before. "Take your plate. Tell your noona you shared the cookies, she'll think it's sweet."
Jimin smiles, tucking the plate under his black hoodie, against his stomach, and he sits back in his chair to wait for Yoongi to finish his cookie and the question that will inevitably follow.
"So," Yoongi begins, finally, brushing the cookie crumbs off his hands. "What do you want this time? You've worked hard to get this haul, you've earned something big. This better be good."
Jimin takes a deep breath, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smoothing his hands up his thighs. "I want a song."
"A song?"
"Yeah," Jimin says, nodding. His voice wavers a little, but he looks determined and Yoongi hides a smiles behind his hand under the guise of wiping crumbs off his face. "You write songs for Seokjin hyung all the time. I want one."
Yoongi nods to himself, pretending to do something important on his computer and clicking his mouse around randomly. "That sounds fair. And how long do I have to do this?"
Jimin sits back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk. Yoongi has forgotten to scold him for this so many times, it seems pointless now. "Well, I spent 15 days for your last request, the cookies."
Yoongi nods. "Right."
"So I think a little over 2 weeks to repay me is fair."
"Hmm," Yoongi hums, picking up a pen and a pad of paper. "What should I write about for you, hm? An ode to all the kittens you've taken pictures of in the street? Your unadulterated worship of Taeyang? Your shocking resemblance to that creepy baby on Family Guy?"
Jimin laughs, and he barely dodges Yoongi's hand flying up to ruffle through his hair. "Goodbye, hyung," Jimin smiles, and then the door shuts behind him.
Yoongi waits for his footsteps to fade away before laughing out loud. Now all he has left to do is pretend it'll take him two weeks to write a song about Jimin, as though he doesn't already have a password-encrypted folder on his computer filled with tens of already completed songs written throughout the past 3 years. Talk about doing your homework on a Friday night.
~
Jimin is out on a coffee run with Taehyung when he gets the text.
윤기형: u still out?
윤기형: can u get me my latte?
Jimin sends an a-ok emoji and he's met with a thumbs up. It's not until he's ordering that he gets another text, and the barista waits patiently as he skims through the message.
윤기형: also
윤기형: i think i'm craving cheesecake ??
윤기형: hehe
윤기형: hyung will pay you back ;)
Jimin almost laughs out loud because his hyung is so greasy, but the barista clears her throat and smiles politely when Jimin looks up, and he does his best to be courteous when he also asks for a slice of cheesecake in a discreet to-go box.
"How much are you down?" Yoongi asks when he opens the box, and Jimin pulls his feet up underneath him in his chair.
"About 8,000 won."
Yoongi grins, dipping his fork into the slice of cheesecake. "Alright, Jiminie, it's a big world. There's a lot you can do with 8,000 won. Probably."
He pauses to hold his fork out to Jimin. "Your share," he offers, by way of explanation, and Jimin opens his mouth, wrapping his lips around the fork obediently and pulling off with a satisfied hum.
Jimin bobs his head from side to side as he finishes his bite, and Yoongi notices how fluffy his hair is this morning. "You know that giant stuffed kitty in the claw game? At the mall downtown?"
Yoongi nods.
"I want that."
Yoongi laughs. "It's ₩500 to play, Jimin, why are you asking me for this?"
Jimin just shrugs, the neckline of his black t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, and Yoongi laughs lightly, dismissing him with a wave of his hand.
Later that afternoon, 13,000 won down, and Yoongi is starting to see why Jimin sent him on this trip. Good play, Jimin. Good play.
"Yah!" Yoongi calls, and a frightened saleswoman hurries over.
"What can I help you with, sir?"
"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, you must be terribly busy, but I really, really need this stuffed kitten. The purple one, in the back."
The woman eyes him dubiously, and Yoongi knows that look, has given that look countless time to his dongsaengs. "There's a coin slot right down there, sir."
Yoongi laughs good-naturedly, and the saleswoman, her nametag reading Minji, smirks at him.
"Yeah, I've tried that a few times." Yoongi scratches at the back of his head, and he feels a little giddy as he reaches into his wallet. "Look I'll give you 100,000 won and the 500 for the machine, but I really need to get this."
Minji eyes the two ₩50,000 bills Yoongi holds out, and she takes them after a moment, smiling softly and shaking her head.
"For your girlfriend?" She asks as she pulls out her keys, opening up the machine from the back and pulling out the toy.
"Boyfriend," Yoongi replies without thinking, and he's a little breathless as the words leave his mouth. A tiny part of him hopes to god the woman doesn't recognize him; the last headlines his company needs are 'BTS's Suga has a boyfriend'. He takes the stuffed animal and holds it close. "Thanks."
Minji smiles. "He's lucky, then. You're dedicated, I'll give you that."
Yoongi bows, stuttering another "thank you, Minji-ssi," before practically running out of the building. At least he parked close to the exit.
~
"I got all of them," Jimin calls out as he steps into Yoongi's office, and it's not until he shuts the door behind him that the sound filters through Yoongi's headphones, jolting him out of his reverie.
Yoongi's initial annoyance at being interrupted fades into a smile when he sees Jimin. "That was quick."
"I'm good at what I do," Jimin responds, smiling proudly, and Yoongi kicks his feet off the desk, grabbing a post-it note from off his computer screen.
"Let's see about that… 3 Boston creme donuts."
"Check."
"2 glazed."
"Check."
"One French cruller."
"Check."
"One bear claw."
"Check."
"One cinnamon roll."
"Check."
"One pinecone."
"Check."
"2 cake donuts, one blueberry, one chocolate?"
"Yes, and… yes."
"One glazed cake donut with blue frosting, pink heart sprinkles and and creme filling?"
"Got it."
"And… one apple fritter?"
"No, hyung, because, and I quote, 'putting fruit in baked goods is just fucked up.'"
"Attaboy." Yoongi throws the post-it note back over his shoulder, and Jimin sets the box down between them, the heavenly scent filling up the air. Yoongi takes a glazed donut and Jimin sits back, clutching his knees.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?" Yoongi replies, running his tongue over his lips. He wonders how many he can eat before dinner time before he throws up from the sugar.
Jimin points at the blue sprinkled donut. "Is that… my share?"
Yoongi smiles. "Of course it is."
Jimin bounces his knees excitedly, grabbing the donut and taking a bite, the blue frosting smearing on his small fingers.
"So," he begins, mouth half-full. "You played me that song that's going on your mixtape and I know you wanted to have Jeonkookie do the harmonizing with you but I want in."
"You want… to be on the track?"
Jimin nods eagerly, licking his lips and taking another bite. "You haven't even asked Jeonkookie if he'll do it yet, and Monie hyung says it's the only singing part on the album. I really want to do this."
Yoongi pauses. He was only going to ask Jeongguk to do the singing parts with him because he knew how much Jimin hated spending hours upon hours in the recording studio. "But… I thought you couldn't stand, like, the whole recording process."
Jimin swallows his bite, waving his hand absently. "That's with the whole group, that's different. I'll do it if it's just you."
Yoongi pauses to consider, like he needs to think about it, but he can already imagine how sweet Jimin's voice will sound next to his, is already writing up new parts in the song for Jimin to sing, how cute Jimin will look standing under the towering recording equipment. "Donghyuk will be there," Yoongi says finally, just so he knows Jimin is sure, and the younger nods softly. "Pdogg and Slow Rabbit hyungs will be there, too, but you'll be the only one recording."
Jimin nods again, smiling widely this time, and Yoongi aches a little inside.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
Jimin throws himself at Yoongi in a hug and Yoongi's arms weave around his waist on something like instinct, and Jimin's hair smells like citrusy shampoo when he buries his nose in.
"Thanks, hyung."
~
"You know it doesn't count as sneaking you food if we do it together."
Yoongi snorts, kicking a rock off the sidewalk as he turns into Wendy's. "Of course it does," he replies, holding the door open for Jimin. "As long as you're still paying for it."
Jimin punches him in the arm as he walks by but he still walks straight up to the register, asking politely for a large chocolate frosty and a medium order of fries, playing up his Busan accent cutely. Yoongi notes that it would cost about the same to get separate orders but he isn't complaining.
Jimin waits not far from the counter until their food is ready, and when he sits down in their booth, Yoongi can see him smiling softly to himself.
"So," Yoongi begins, dipping a French fry into their milkshake. "What do I owe you this time?" He's been giving Jimin more and more for less and less now, but he doesn't mind.
Jimin grins. "I want full rights over that new hoodie."
"Excuse me."
Jimin takes the next French fry that Yoongi dips and Yoongi lets him. "The Supreme one that you got last month. I want it whenever you aren't wearing it."
"Why?" Yoongi asks, wrinkling his nose. "I can always just buy you a new one."
Jimin shakes his head. "I don't want my own one, though, I want yours. You wear it to bed after you shower sometimes and it smells like you and your cologne and your aftershave. And the sleeves are the perfect length for wrapping my hands up in them. I'm small, Yoongi, I get cold easily." Jimin finishes with a pout.
Yoongi smirks. "You know, you can always just use my aftershave if you like the way it smells."
"But I don't like the way it smells, I like the way you smell," Jimin mumbles, fiddling with his hands in his lap. He clears his throat. "Besides, I don't shave."
"That's true," Yoongi sighs. "Alright, you want it whenever I'm not wearing it, right?"
Jimin nods. "Yeah."
Yoongi smiles. "Then I guess I'll just have to wear it all the time. I'll never take it off."
Jimin laughs, and the sound is young and bright and much too loud for a public place, but Yoongi doesn't care. "Then we'll wear it at the same time. It's big enough," Jimin insists, and Yoongi sits back in his seat, smiling softly. "Chest to chest or back to front, whichever you prefer. Might make walking a little tricky, though."
Yoongi laughs. "We'll get past it." Their frosty is melting by now, and Yoongi dips a fry into it, holding it out for Jimin. "Here, eat up, it's melting."
That night they walk home together, and only one of Jimin's hands is wrapped in the sleeve of his new hoodie, the other entangled with Yoongi's.
~
오전 3:12 | 윤기형: la la la la la la la la
오전 3:12 | 윤기형: okay!
오전 3:13 | 윤기형: i want strawberry milk
오전 3:16 | 윤기형: plsss
오전 3:23| 윤기형: ik ur still awake jishit
오전 3:24 | 윤기형: *couch cough* uhh i mean jiminie
When Jimin does drop by the studio, it's 15 minutes later, and it's very evident that Jimin wasn't still awake. His hair sticks up in the back and the legs of his sweatpants are rolled up unevenly.
"Oh," Yoongi sighs, smile quickly fading when he sees how tired Jimin is as he sits down next to him. "I woke you up."
Jimin nods sleepily, but he doesn't look upset or anything. They both know that at 3 am Yoongi doesn't need anyone to be sneaking around for food on his behalf. He hands Yoongi the small strawberry milk, and Yoongi can see goosebumps on his arms. Even in the dead of July, Jimin's thin blue t-shirt is too skimpy for a walk into town at 3 in the morning. Yoongi unscrews the lid to the milk with a crack, and it's so natural now, the way Yoongi cups his hand underneath Jimin's jaw and raises the bottle to his lips, tipping it back a little at a time. "Your share," he whispers, and Jimin hums happily around the rim of the bottle.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," Yoongi says softly as he pulls the milk back, and Jimin nods, still leaning in close to Yoongi's warmth. "Do you know what you want?"
Jimin looks off in a corner, distant, like he needs a moment to think about it, but Yoongi knows that Jimin knows what he wants. Jimin always knows what he wants.
"A kiss," Jimin says simply, and they're the first words he's uttered since he stepped in.
Yoongi's heart stops. "A kiss?"
Jimin nods, still sleepy and pliant and honest. "I want a kiss."
Yoongi doesn't respond and Jimin rolls his chair in a little closer, his knees slotting in and out between Yoongi's. "I've earned it," he says softly, a small reminder, and Yoongi nods.
"You have," he agrees, and Jimin seems content with this, a tiny smile gracing his lips. Yoongi slides a hand up to cup his cheek, just like before, and Jimin instantly leans into the touch. Jimin's skin is so soft and he's so warm, remnants of heat leftover from the sleep not quite out of his system yet. There are creases from his pillow still pressed into the side of his face, and Yoongi brushes his thumb over the lines, Jimin sighing softly.
Jimin's mouth is soft and wet and warm when it's pressed against his, and he tastes like strawberry milk and something else, something sweeter. His hand rests against Yoongi's neck when he pulls away, and Yoongi doesn't think Jimin has ever looked more beautiful than he does right now, not a trace of makeup or product in his hair, the soft lighting of Yoongi's office bouncing off his cheekbones. He does, however, still look like he desperately needs to sleep, and Yoongi reaches blindly behind himself, grabbing his hoodie, warm from where he had been sitting on it, and pushes it into Jimin's lap.
Jimin pulls it on and it only get stuck around his head for a moment, ruffling his hair even more. He crawls forward into Yoongi's lap, and there's no way that this chair is big enough for two people but Jimin finds a way, settling himself with his thighs framing either side of Yoongi's small hips.
"Are you going to fall asleep here?" Yoongi asks, only partly teasing, and Jimin laughs softly, little puffs of warm breath hitting his shoulder.
"No," Jimin responds, burrowing further into the crook of Yoongi's neck, small hands clutching the fabric of his t-shirt. "This is part of my reward."
"Ah," Yoongi hums, and he turns his chair back towards his desk, continuing with his work with one hand, the other scratching lazy patterns across Jimin's back.
Jimin does fall asleep there, and he doesn't wake up when Yoongi carries him out to his car 2 hours later, and he doesn't wake up when Yoongi lays him down in his bed 15 minutes after that. He does hold on tighter, burrowing in closer when Yoongi tries to pull away, and Jimin leaves him no choice but to lay down with him, even when the sun begins peeking in through the curtains and the rest of the boys begins petering in and out of sleep. After waiting so long for this, though, Yoongi isn't letting go either.