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“Why??!” Yoongi screeches, almost slamming the bottle of soju out of seokjin’s hand. Seokjin glares at him as yoongi sinks more and more into the couch. Shaking his head vigorously to demonstrate how much he doesn’t want to do it.
“Come on hyung, don’t be an ass. Those are the rules.”
“You can stick those rules into your dick and fuck it back out into Namjoon if you like them so much.” He shouts at the maknae.
Jungkook, instead of feeling offended by his hyung’s vulgar words, only freezes in his place on the sofa as a raspberry kind of color appears on both of his cheeks. A faint snort comes from Hoseok at the back of the room, but yoongi doesn’t pay it any attention. All his attention is on the damn bottle in the middle of the table that is pointing at him.
“Okay,” he begins, a lot calmer than a couple of seconds ago. “Who made up the rules?” “You!” Everyone in the room shouts simultaneously, even Jimin, the other person trapped in this game of sick bastards and stupid dares. “Why are you shouting!?” Yoongi exclaims, after he first takes a gulp from his soju and then points his finger at the blonde. “You can’t stand me, so you should be on my team!”
Jimin laughs, making yoongi’s blood boil quite literally. “You must know by now that you are the one being fucked right? I just have to sit still and watch the embarrassment on your face for a whole week.”
Yoongi has downed the whole bottle empty when Jimin is done speaking. He immediately asks for another but instead gets a slap on the back of his head from seokJin.
“If hyung refuses to do a simple thing like this he must have a crush on Jimin!” Taehyung suddenly butts in. The statement making not only yoongi but also Jimin’s eyes widen. “What the fuck are you saying.” Jimin hisses at the other, but as his gaze shifts to a even more mortified yoongi he suddenly breaks out in the biggest grin.
“Oh? I see how it is.” He speaks up, crossing his legs as well as his arms.
Yoongi is too mortified to notice Jimin staring at him, only when he speaks up does he break out of his trance. “Maybe you are right Tae, why would he else act like a pussy.”
Namjoon has to stand up from his place and physically hold yoongi back who is latching out towards Jimin. His eyes have turned a sharp shape, the fury and obvious hatred very visible in his glare. Jimin on the other hand has to hold back a chuckle and rolls his eyes at the animal like fiasco in front of him.
“Tsk, Kitty can’t hold his claws back?” He taunts.
He knows, he so so knows it would only anger the other more, but hey, isn’t that his whole goal?
“Oh just you wait you piece of shit, I’ll wipe that grin of your face with my fist!” Yoongi threatens, but not only Jimin, the rest of the members also know that those words hold no meaning, as yoongi never laid his finger on the younger.
“Hyung.” Namjoon tries, finally getting some control and pushing the shorter guy back on his ass on the sofa. “It’s just a kiss on the cheek and it’s just for a week too, you had to withstand worser than that right?” Yoongi doesn’t look at Namjoon, his gaze falls on Jimin’s amused face and something akin to revenge bubbles up in his body. It gives him an electric shock kind of feeling and suddenly he is the one grinning.
“Alright.” He spits out, stealing seokjin’s bottle from his hands to take a huge sip from it before handing it back to an annoyed seokjin.
“Let’s see for how long you will enjoy it, park Jimin.”
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The first day yoongi wakes up with a hellish hangover. His head hurts like he butted it head first with a wall and his stomach twirls and turns like he is sailing with a ship on the sea.
At first he doesn’t remember what happened last night. Then a mop of black and blonde hair stands on his doorstep with a devilish grin on his face, making an unwanted groan escape his chapped lips.
“Morning sunshine.” Jimin chirps, walking towards his windows to rip the curtains open, blinding the both of them with how bright it is. “God fucking damnnit can you pls close it!” Yoongi wails, pulling the sheets above his head to protect himself from the sun like a vampire.
Jimin in fact doesn’t close it.
Yoongi flinches under the security of his sheets when he can feel a dip on his mattress. Jimin peels it away, so his face comes into view. Yoongi knows he looks horrible, with how much he drank last night he must look like a homeless person on the street with an alcohol addiction. So he expects Jimin to bombard him with insults, and when Jimin opens his mouth he wished he had just said that.
“I am glad you don’t need to kiss me on the lips, I might have puked with your morning breath.”
Yoongi first registers the insult, obviously. “Haven’t you smelled your own one? I don’t have to look for you, I can simply smell you, disgusting bastard and wait what-?!”
Unfazed, Jimin watches till he is done with his outburst and decides to speak when yoongi falls still and actually processes the words he just said. “Did you think I would let this kind of fun slip away from my fingers?”
Yoongi gapes at him as the workers in his brain try to dig out the forgotten information. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He finally says. Jimin doesn’t buy it and scouts closer on the bed. “Don’t sell me that bullshit hyung. Now come one, I don’t have the whole day.”
Yoongi feels himself getting angry at Jimin’s impatient posture. Who the hell does he think he is?
“No.”
“No?” Jimin repeats, cocking his eyebrow.
“There is no one to confirm if I did it or not, so I can just lie that I did it.”
“I am afraid that will not work, hyung.” Namjoon's voice speaks up.
Yoongi turns his head to his door and sees the rest of the members huddled together in the doorway. “For fucks sake.” He curses under his breath. “Don’t y’all fuckers have nothing else to do then to terrorize me so early in the morning?!” He exclaims, wanting to pull the sheets above his head again, but getting stopped by Jimin’s hand.
“A deal is a deal.” SeokJin clarifies to yoongi’s disappointment.
“You don’t really have a crush on Jimin huh?” Hoseok asks with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Probably that last statement is where yoongi draws the line. There is just no way he wants to be associated with Jimin, and not at all as his crush.
He collects all his courage, transports it from his face to his lips and quickly leans forward. He can hear jungkook gasp first when his lips touch jimin’s cheek. It’s faint, just a light press on the skin, but it has the blood roaring in his ear and his body tingling at the feeling.
Yoongi quickly backs off, he can’t see his own face but it feels warm and when he looks at Jimin, the previous smugness has been wiped off his face and it made place for a blush? He can’t believe what he is seeing so he looks away, closes his eyes and looks back towards Jimin, but now the blush has disappeared and Jimin is now standing.
“See you in the evening.” He only says, before he walks past the members and out of the door. Leaving a bewildered yoongi in bed and snickering members behind.
----
The rest of the day passes by fairly quickly. Nothing really remarkable happens, except for jungkook who is now avoiding eye contact with Namjoon at all cost and Hoseok and seokJin hollering on the couch about how Namjoon is an oblivious mf who still tries to talk normally with the maknae but only receives stuttering words and a red face.
“What’s up with jungkookie?” He asks the two. “You are unbelievable.” SeokJin mutters under his breath, while Hoseok elbows him to shut his mouth.
“Might be a fever.” Namjoon answers himself. “Yeah, maybe he is sick.” Hoseok says. “Yeah lovesick.” Jin whispers so that only Hoseok can hear him.
Besides Jungkook having an existential crisis, there is also another person having one, although he tries not to show it.
Jimin walks out of the bathroom, hair damp and a bathrobe wrapped around his naked body, after having showered for what he knows is too long and is going to be visible on the bill, but was absolutely necessary as he needed it to clear his head from thoughts he is not ready to speak out loud and acknowledge. At the same time, the door swings open and Yoongi enters the place, cheeks red from the cold and a beanie on top of his head that almost falls for his eyes.
Although he wished it fell for his eyes.
“Jesus!” He shouts. “Why the fuck are u naked?”
He is not even two steps into the door and he is already attacking him. Jimin can only sigh at him. “I am not naked you drama queen.” He calmly responds, taking a sip of his coffee.
“One breeze and we get to see your tiny stick, you dumb fuxk. Do you have no dignity?”
Irritation creeps back into his skin and Jimin has to take a deep breath to keep himself from doing something to the elder. “Can’t you just shut the fuck and who are you calling tiny, huh?” He accuses, abandoning his cup on the counter to get closer to the elder.
“You.” Yoongi bites back matter of factly, as if he is telling the truth and only the truth, but Jimin knows better.
Despite the fury present in every cell of his body, Yoongi still feels himself backing away against the door. “Stay back.” He grits through his teeth, but Jimin doesn’t listen, hell he never listens and especially not if it’s yoongi.
“Care to repeat that?” He whispers and Yoongi feels his pulse picking up at the lowering of his voice.
What the fuck.
He begs his brain to let him move his arms to push Jimin away, but it seems like the connection is lost. For fucks sake just move. He tells himself, but his limbs hang lifeless against his body and he feels heat travelling to his face. Suddenly he feels small in front of Jimin and it’s a feeling he hasn’t felt in like forever, especially not in front of the younger. It’s also a feeling that makes him- ai, let’s not finish that sentence.
“Cat got your tongue?” Jimin taunts. He laughs and backs off to yoongi’s relief.
He quickly gets back on his feet and scurries away without saying another word.
It now being his turn to leave Jimin confused.
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Jimin lingers in the living room a little too long for taehyung’s like. His friend had been pacing around the room for a while now and when sometimes he knows it must be about a project or sumn, Taehyung doesn’t think a person should be getting hot and bothered about it.
“Just spit it out.” He decides to say, breaking Jimin’s endless loop of walking around in circles.
The other stops in his tracks and turns his head to the side. “What?” Taehyung rolls his eyes and puts the book he was reading beside him on the couch.
“You are being weird, which means you have something on your mind which for some reason is too embarrassing to say out loud, so here is me being a good friend and encouraging you to speak up.”
For a split second it seems that Jimin is about to open his mouth and say something, but just as he is about to, yoongi walks out of his bedroom, mindlessly walking to the kitchen whilst scrolling on his phone with his pyjamas on.
Taehyung looks from Jimin to Yoongi and cocks an eyebrow.
Jimin seems like he is contemplating something, but he is holding his mouth shut as his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow.
“Hey yoongi hyung! You going to sleep?” Taehyung asks.
A grunt which sounds like a yes comes back from the elder. He must not have noticed Jimin standing in the room as he jumps in his place when Jimin’s voice comes from right behind him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“No.”
“Again with the ‘No’, do you have anything else in your vocabulary?” Jimin huffs out, facing away from yoongi to grab himself a glass of water.
“Yes I have, words like park Jimin is a dick.”
Jimin slightly turns his head around so yoongi can see the rolling of his eyes. “Very creative of you, hyung. Something else you like to add? A kiss perhaps?”
Jimin laughs when Yoongi groans at his words. “I hate you, you know.” He states, making the younger just shrug his shoulders at him. “I know. That makes this even more fun.”
“You are a sadist park Jimin, you are a piece of shit who loves to see other people in pain.”
Jimin smiles against the glass as he drinks his water. Riling up yoongi has always been his favourite thing to do. “Only for you babe, now give me my goodnight kiss.” He says, pointing with his wisefinger to a spot on his cheek where yoongi is supposed to kiss him.
With balled fists and eyebrows furrowed, Yoongi steps closer and comes to stand beside him. “Stupid dare.” He mutters as he leans forward and presses a light kiss on Jimin’s cheek. His lips barely touch the skin, but it is still there and it is enough to make yoongi feel humiliated to the bone.
The emotion is clearly visible in his body language, and Jimin should at least feel a little bad for him, but it’s difficult to focus on that when yoongi walks away with his head hanging low, leaving Jimin alone with the image of the blush that had spread across the elder’s face.
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Day 2 and 3 go exactly like the first day. Where yoongi still tries to weasel his way out of the dare and jimin always finds him when he is hiding to ask for a kiss.
‘’Jiminnn.’’ Yoongi whines on day 3, when he tried to wake up much earlier than the rest to sneak out of the building and avoid the kiss, but failed, when, as he wanted to walk out of the door, jimin had stood right behind him.
‘’Tsk, where do you think you are going?’’ Jimin had asked, voice low and groggy because it was far too early and hair tousled because he just came out of bed.
Yoongi doesn't understand why had woken up so early. That wasn't anything like him, especially since he played games with Jungkook and taehyung till ass o'clock.
He cursed himself under his breath, also scolding himself for wasting too much time on making his much needed coffee, because now he has to face the younger. ‘’N-nothing, just, uhm, just getting some milk and bread.’’
Even if the ground would split open, ready to swallow him whole, it would probably puke him right out because of how much he embarrassed himself just yet. He wouldn’t blame them though.
‘’Okay.’’ Jimin flatly answers and yoongi is waiting for him to ask the godforsaken question, but instead the younger just brings his face closer and tilts his head so his cheek is facing yoongi’s lips. Yoongi wants to crawl into his shell like a snail, but sadly enough for him, he isn't a snail and two, jimin is still waiting for him to do it with his face just inches away from his.
He hates everything about it, but no matter how badly he hates kissing jimin on the cheek, he begins to hate himself even more for getting red when actually doing it. He despises his body for reacting the way it does and most of all he hates his heart the most for beating so loudly against his ribcage.
Just to get it over with, yoongi closes his eyes and leans forward. His lips quiver as he presses them on Jimin's cheek.
It’s over before he knows it and jimin immediately backs off when he detaches. His lips feel dry, just as his throat and as he tries to swallow, it seems like something is stuck in there.
‘’Do you mind getting some more coffee pods for me?’’ Jimin asks gently and it is giving yoongi a complete whiplash.
Since when does park jimin ask him things kindly?
Yoongi is confused and mad that whatever is happening to him is not happening to the younger. Why is he the only one stuttering and feeling weird, why is jimin acting like it isn't a big deal at all? Okay, wait this is not him saying kissing jimin is a big deal, it’s just that he expected some kind of reaction out of the younger, even if it is just briefly, but jimin is just looking at him with a stoic expression, waiting for him to answer his question.
Oh yeah, his question.
‘’Oh, yeah, sure.’’ He answers.
Not a second later he bolts out of the door, because he is sure that if he stayed there any longer, he might have suffocated.
When he arrives at the convenience store he is all red and panting. The cashier looks at him a bit worried, but yoongi laughs it off and scurries away to aisle where he knows the coffee products are. And as yoongi slaps himself for forgetting to ask which kind of coffee the other wanted, Jimin back in the apartment has something to explain to taehyung and seokjin who apparently saw the whole scene happening.
‘’Sus.’’ Seokjin says. ‘’Very sus.’’ taehyung agrees and jimin just groans and walks past them back to his own bedroom.
----
Knock, knock.
“Yoongi hyung, we are going to watch a movie, do you want to join?” Jungkook asks from behind the door.
After having dinner, where Jimin had accidentally caught him staring, Yoongi had locked himself up in his room. The embarrassment got so much that he needed to hide himself in his bed.
“Uhm yeah, I am coming.” He shouts back.
He slides out of bed and grabs his hoodie that he had thrown on his chair. With one swift look in the mirror he deems himself presentable and walks into the living room.
“What movie are we watching?”
The members are all seated on the couch already, and as he sees where Jimin is seated he at least knows where he is definitely not sitting.
But of course someone had to spoil that for him.
“Yah yoongi, come here.” SeokJin says, beckoning him with his hand. Yoongi raises his eyebrow and scoffs. “And why would I do that?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Taehyung butts in, he is grinning so widely, as something playful dances before his eyes and yoongi knows that what he is about to say is going to be to his disadvantage.
“No. It’s not.” He flatly says, trying to ignore Taehyung at all cost, but as he wants to take his seat beside Hoseok, Hoseok himself prevents him from doing that.
Now when yoongi looks up and watches his friends, there is an ugly smirk plastered on their stupid faces. Hoseok cocks his eyebrow and moves his eyes to the person next to him.
That person being Jimin.
“Isn’t it more convenient if you just sit beside jiminah? That way you can kiss much easier.”
And as the others chuckle behind their hands. Yoongi’s eyes have grown comically wide at Hoseok’s statement.
‘That way you can kiss much easier…’
A shiver runs down his spine from the words, making his whole body tingle, from down his toes to the tip of his fingers.
“Hurry up and sit, I am starting the movie.” Jungkook announces.
Truth be told, Yoongi wants to run away and lock himself up in his room again, but Hoseok grabs him by his hoodie and yanks him forward, making him stumble against the couch and almost against Jimin. Bless his reflexes for he could prevent himself from the possible humiliation of falling onto the younger.
“Was that necessary?!” He hisses to his friend as he tries to sit down comfortably on the couch, which is difficult because he is sitting far too close to Jimin for his liking. With so many people on the couch, he can’t prevent their shoulders from touching and Yoongi finds himself focusing more on the slight brushes of their arms than the movie playing.
----
One hour into the movie and Yoongi feels Jimin’s body shift more beside him than necessary.
“Can’t you sit still?” He hisses in his ear as to not disturb the rest. Unfazed Jimin looks at him. “No. Plus the movie is boring.”
Yoongi doesn’t argue back, because he shares the same opinion. The movie is fucking boring.
“Agreed, but we still have an hour to go.” He whines, lips pouty. He places the palm of his hands on his thighs and sighs deeply. He is only enduring this for jungkook.
Despite him having no reason to, he feels his head turning towards jimin. To his surprise the younger is already looking at him, making his brain go haywire. He feels that tingling sensation again and the warmth creeping up his face, which will make him look like he is blushing.
But he is not! He swears! It’s just warm? That’s all.
For Jimin, he is struggling with letting his lungs function normally as he takes an uncomfortable gulp of air when looking at Yoongi. Something shifted, that is something he knows for sure, but what shifted and what the consequence of the shift is is something he still has to figure out.
“Hmm..” Jimin hums, tapping his cheek as he turns his head back to watch the tv screen. Yoongi obeys immediately and silently plants a soft peck on the skin.
And if the rest of the members saw what had happened, they said nothing.
----
At the end of day 4 Jimin find himself laying wide awake in bed thinking about how he and yoongi’s ritual of getting annoyed and irritated by the other’s face, which would be followed by the constant throw of insults to one another because they lived together and couldn’t avoid seeing each other, had slowly been dying down.
Yes, they still bickered, but it was wrapped up with so much tension, that it left Jimin breathless every damn time it happened. It didn’t even feel offensive anymore, it didn’t provoke the initial anger and it didn't gave him the same satisfaction as it did before all of this. It had turned into something completely different. Something he doesn't want to name yet.
It had been 4 days. Which meant he received 8 cheek kisses already.
Jimin turns around and drops his face into his pillow, groaning as his mind dwells to all the kisses and especially to yoongi’s face after every one of those very kisses happened.
The first time it happened he really thought it was because the ac wasn’t working, but the elder wouldn’t only blush when he had to execute his dare, the apples of his cheeks even turned red when he merely looked at him.
It was absurd.
Most of the time when he would look at Yoongi, Yoongi would already have opened his mouth, insults and vulgar words waiting on the tip of his tongue to be spoken out loud. Now, he sees the struggle in the other’s eyes. How he licks his lips and makes an attempt to open his mouth, but ultimately doesn’t do it. He just averts his eyes and walks away out of the room. But Jimin isn’t blind. He isn’t blind to see the fidgeting of his fingers and the crimson colour appearing on his cheeks which would gradually travel to the tip of his ears.
Everything would be so damn easier, if yoongi wouldn’t be blushing as if the kiss actually did something to him.
And while Jimin can’t tell himself anymore that the kisses don’t do anything to him, he tries to maintain his sanity by convincing himself that it doesn’t mean anything to yoongi.
But that damn blushing..
It is safe to say that Jimin spends the remaining of the night groaning his frustration out into his pillow.
----
The next day yoongi wakes up before his alarm. He cracks his eyes open and tilts his head to the side to grab his phone on the nightstand. 8:00 it shows. He groans as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
To no one’s surprise he had fallen asleep on the couch, although he has no active recollection of how he exactly got to his bed. He only remembers how he was yawning too much and before he knew it his eyelids felt heavy and he dozed off. He pulls himself out of bed and goes directly to the bathroom. After freshening up, he walks out of the room into the kitchen, where he finds namjoon already making himself a bowl of noodles.
‘’Morning.’’ He greets, his hands immediately moving to the coffee machine.
‘’Morning hyung, did you sleep well?’’ Namjoon asks, as he takes a seat at their table, an open book already placed on it.
Yoongi will never understand the need to read a book so early in the morning.
‘’Yeah. Also do you perhaps know made it to my bed?’’
Namjoon lowers his book and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Yoongi sighs, while he picks up his mug and takes a seat at the opposite side of namjoon. ‘’It’s just that I don't remember how I got there. I only know that I fell asleep on the couch, after that, I know nothing.’’
To his surprise, Namjoon begins to laugh softly.
‘’What’s so funny?’’ He retorts, watching namjoon’s features to figure out what is so damn amusing about what he just said. ‘’No, nothing. You gave jimin his goodmorning kiss already?’’ Yoongi immediately hides his face in his mug, taking a big and very slow gulp of his coffee. ‘’No.’’ He quietly says, but namjoon hears it just fine and he laughs again.
‘’Then what are you doing? He might be waiting for his kiss right now.’’
Now yoongi can clearly hear the intentions behind his friend’s words. He is teasing him and yoongi doesn't like it one bit.
‘’Namjoon, you too?’’ He devastatingly exclaims. ‘’I thought you were different.’’
Namjoon just slightly jerks his head to the direction where he knows jimin’s bedroom is before he indulges himself in his book again, leaving yoongi hot by the unspoken task namjoon just gave him to do and very bothered by his teasing words. ‘’Nevermind then.’’ He breathes through his teeth, placing his empty coffee cup in the sink before reluctantly slouching towards Jimin's bedroom.
He doesn't even bother knocking, just pushes the door open.
Jimin is still sleeping.
Yoongi sighs when he lays his eyes on the younger’s sleeping figure. He will never understand how Jimin sleeps in that position.
‘’How can one even sleep like that?’’ He whispers to himself as he looks at jimin whose body is laying sideways on the bed; his head and upper body on the right side and his legs and lower body on the left side.
“Jimin?” He whispers.
Jimin in fact doesn’t move, probably buried deep down in fantasy land. But yoongi has no patience and no time to wait for the younger to wake up so he comes closer and tries it again.
“Jimin- oh shit!” He curses as he trips over something. This time his reflexes aren’t fast enough to save himself from falling face flat on Jimin. With a startled yelp the younger underneath him wakes up. “What the fuck-!”
Yoongi is more than just mortified and to make it all worse his body doesn’t want to cooperate with getting off Jimin’s body. Instead it freezes in his place and the only thing he can do is hope Jimin will just push him away.
“Yoongi?” He hears the other say and as he turns around, Jimin has lifted up his head to look at him. “Uhm..”
How do you even explain yourself after this? Yoongi thinks by himself.
“You are taking ‘throwing yourself on someone’ very seriously don’t you?” Jimin says and it takes a sec for yoongi to process his words. When he is done, his cheeks are burning a flaming red.
“Huh! No! I tripped!” He exclaims, gripping the sheets to lift himself up, but an arm gets swayed around his middle and suddenly he is being moved.
“What-“
“You can just ask you know?” Jimin continues calmly as if yoongi just didn’t barge into his room and woke him up by falling flat on his body. “Ask what?” Yoongi splutters as Jimin proceeds to manhandle him till he for some reason is now sitting on the duvet, his legs bent and his knees on either side of the younger.
Without the sheets in between them he would practically be sitting on his lap, but yoongi really tries not to think about that. He also tries not to think about the view in front of him and absolutely NOT about how Jimin has his hands resting on his thighs.
“What are you doing here, hyung?” Jimin asks, his voice is lower than usual, it’s even more lower than his morning voice and it has something churning deep in his stomach.
Unbeknownst to himself he bites in his lower lip to keep himself from freaking out, but it doesn’t help when he catches Jimin’s gaze flickering down to said lips.
“I- Namjoon forced me to come here and give you the stupid kiss.”
“Oh? He forced you?”
Yoongi nods his head as he tries to look at everything but him. “Yeah.”
His pulse starts to pick up as he feels Jimin’s hands move on his thighs. It’s almost unnoticeable, but he is feeling overly sensitive right now and the slight squeeze in the flesh is making him almost squirm.
“J-Jimin.” He squeaks when the younger does it again. It feels like jimin is observing his every little movement and all of a sudden yoongi feels too hot.
“Hmm?”
“Uhm, I need to get up so I can kiss you.”
The corner of Jimin’s lips turn upwards at that. “Not necessary hyung.” He replies as he turns his head to the side, so one side of his face lays on his pillow and the other side faces yoongi.
This time yoongi can’t hold himself back when he uncomfortably squirms on Jimin’s lap. He doesn’t understand why the younger is making it so difficult.
“Come one.” Jimin says and Yoongi can’t get his head around why he can’t say no to the low and authority filled voice of the other. It’s making him weaker than he already is, but he doesn’t fight it really. No, instead he steadies himself with his palms pressed on the mattress beside the younger's body as he leans forward with his own till his lips hover over Jimin’s cheek.
He hesitates.
Suddenly it feels scary to kiss him and it seems like Jimin senses his hesitation as he lets his hands slide up from his thighs to his waist to put enough pressure there to make yoongi close the gap between them.
When they look at each other again, they can both feel how the atmosphere surrounding them had changed and got charged with something other than electricity.
----
Big reminder, they are idiots.
So of course they turn a blind eye to whatever is happening between them. Which includes ignoring their emotions and pretending like absolutely nothing changed. But the sneaky glances and the slight touches are not going unnoticed by the other members.
‘’It’s getting disgustingly sweet.’’ Taehyung mutters on the evening of the 6th day. ‘’It’s disgusting.’’ Seokjin says. Turning around to hang his upper body on the backrest of the couch. Crossing his arms as he joins taehyung with staring at the couple seated at the dinner table. ‘’They are stupid.’’ seokjin adds. Taehyung looks at him and nods his head. ‘’Yes, they are.’’
‘’What are we whispering about?’’ A third voice joins the couch, making the duo jump in their place. ‘’Jeez, jungkook, don't sneak up on us like that.’’ Seokjin hisses as he flicks the maknae’s forehead. Jungkook winches slightly. ‘’But you are doing that too right?’’ He whines. Taehyung pushes his index finger till they are pushing onto Jungkook's pursed lips. ‘’Shhh. We are just observing.’’
‘’We are back!’’ Namjoon announces. ‘’With food!’’ Hoseok exclaims behind him, closing the door before walking into the living room. But both boys stop in their tracks when they look at the scene in front of them.
‘’What the fuck are y’all doing?’’ Hoseok ultimately asks. Seokjin glares at him and makes a sign to let him know that he should be quiet.
Him and Namjoon quickly put the bags with food on the table, before joining the trio on the couch. ‘’What are we doing?’’ Namjoon repeats. Luckily this time taehyung answers their question, kind of. ‘’Just look.’’ He says, pointing his finger in the direction of the kitchen.
Hoseok and Namjoon follow their line of sight.
Namjoon is the first one to make a surprised noise. ‘’Am I seeing this right? Are those two actually, peacefully, talking to each other?’’ Jungkook turns his head to him and nods. ‘’Yeah. It’s weird, isn't it?’’ ‘’That is putting it mildly, kook-ah.’’ Seokjin retorts. ‘’It feels like I am watching the 8th wonder of the world unfold right in front of me.’’
The rest agree with that.
Jimin and yoongi also agree on something.
‘’Pathetic.’’ Yoongi whispers. ‘’Do they really think we haven't noticed them staring at us.’’
‘’Like you said, pathetic.’’ Jimin whispers back.
‘’And why are they doing so mysterious, can't we just have a conversation, is that so out of the ordinary?’’ Yoongi complains, putting his elbow on the table so he can lean his head on the palm of his hand.
‘’They just don't have anything better to do, just ignore them.’’ The younger huffs out, going back to scrolling on his phone.
But yoongi isn’t going to leave it like that. They have been teasing him enough already and now this?
‘’If they want it, they can get it.’’ He huffs out, pushing his chair backwards so he can stand up. Jimin lifts his head by the sudden noise and gives a questioning look to the elder. ‘’Where are you go- oh.’’
A warm blush blooms across his face at the touch. Jimin notices how this time yoongi had kissed him a bit longer. When the elder has already backed off and walked away, jimin can still feel the touch of the softness of his lips lingering on his skin.
‘’Show is over.’’ He hears yoongi scoff loudly to their friends who are camping on the couch, the food left abandoned and cold on the table.
And when the closing of the bathroom door can be heard. Jungkook points his finger towards him and speaks up.
‘’Jimin hyung is blushing!’’
----
When the last day of the dare knocks on the door it is Saturday again and all the members are huddled together in the living room. Just like how the familiar alcohol and the familiar empty bottle spinning on the table are present tonight.
“Do we really need to do this again?” Yoongi whines. He had promised himself he would take it easy on the booze, but his face is already showing off a well known flush.
“This is a different game.” Taehyung explains. He is sitting beside Jimin, who has his eyes closed. Tired because he had practice in the afternoon.
“What makes this better is that there is only one dare, which has already been decided.” Hoseok explains enthusiastically further, elbowing Namjoon in his stomach by accident.
And as Hoseok apologizes to Namjoon, seokJin scouts closer to Yoongi to whisper in his ear. “What is it with the long face? Aren’t you happy that the dare is over?”
Ehhh… that’s a good question you got there seokJin. But truth be told, Yoongi is a little embarrassed to voice his real opinion. Okay, scrap that, Yoongi is VERY embarrassed to voice his real opinion. Mainly, because he is sure that he from a week ago, would laugh the shit out of him.
Because how he is he is going to explain that /yes/, he is actually going to miss their little ritual. So, the long face is very fitting as yoongi knows that there is no way he will be able to kiss Jimin on the cheek after this.
He fakes a smile and awkwardly takes a gulp from his bottle. “Ha ha, yeah, I am happy that that bullshit is over.”
It’s unsure if seokJin believes what he is saying or not, but lucky for him, the elder’s attention gets dragged somewhere else, giving yoongi finally some space to breathe properly.
“Let’s spin the bottle!” Jungkook exclaims in joy. He is even more flushed than himself, yoongi notices. It’s cute, but he knows the younger will get a headache the next morning.
With a flick of his wrist the maknae spins the bottle around. Yoongi boringly watches it, but when it stops right in front of him, he remembers that he doesn’t even know what this game is all about.
“Wait a damn minute!” He shouts confusedly, but the others ignore him as this time Hoseok is the one to let the bottle spin on the table. A weird feeling erupts in the pit of his stomach and he grimaces as a mix of anxiety and nausea fully hits him.
“And yoongi hyung has to do 7 minutes in heaven withhhhhh….” taehyung speaks up. He looks so damn excited, yoongi wants to slap him, also, 7 minutes in what??
When this time the bottle stops at Jimin, Yoongi has to take a second to think if he wants to thank or curse the gods.
Jimin, who had his eyes still closed, opened them at the sudden noise coming from right beside him. Taehyung is blaring in his ear and Yoongi sees how the younger’s eyebrows furrow in irritation. “What is Tae?” Jimin asks, annoyed. “You have to do 7 minutes in heaven with yoongi hyung.” Jungkook explains.
Yoongi takes the moment to finally ask his question. “What is 7 minutes in heaven?”
“It’s when two people get into a cramped space, like for instance, our storage room. The whole idea is to get hot and steamy with each other while you are there. Or not.” Namjoon clarifies.
And as yoongi wants to open his mouth and say that the whole idea is lame and that it really isn’t that difficult to keep your hands to yourself, he sees Jimin’s head perk up by the dare and something dangerous swims before his eyes.
“Oh? I am not sure if Yoongi hyung can resist me..”
Yoongi recognizes the teasing tone in his voice and rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so full of yourself.” He bites back, the lines on his forehead deepening with every second that passes as he watches the smugness on jimin's face.
“One way to find out.” Hoseok butts in, interrupting their intense staring contest.
Yoongi is the first one to get up. Jimin follows him from behind.
“Have fun you two!” They hear Taehyung shout from behind, making yoongi groan tiredly, while it makes Jimin laugh quietly.
“Why are you laughing?” Yoongi asks as he opens the door of the storage room. Only then does he see how cramped it really is, there barely being enough space for two people to fit in.
“How is this gonna fit?” He mutters under his breath, but jimin hears him and pushes the two of them into the room. “That’s what she said.” He jokes as he closes the door. Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You are fucking lame.”
It’s silent for a moment and Yoongi feels himself cringing at the situation. “So..” He begins, trying his best to not make this more uncomfortable than it already is. “So?” Jimin says back and it takes yoongi’s breath away for a moment, because it’s then that their proximity dawns upon him. He is leaning against the wall while Jimin stands in front of him, their feet slightly touching.
“Uhm, this is dumb right?” Yoongi says, chuckling in the hope it would drive out the unbearable tension between them. “Why?”
Yoongi laughs some more, “Because this is too easy.”
Finally, Jimin laughs too, but for a whole other reason than yoongi thinks.
“Easy, huh? Should I try to make it more difficult then?”
Yoongi’s smile falls instantly. “Wha-?”
Jimin’s hands, which were previously tucked securely in the pockets of his pants, are now resting on yoongi’s hips, making an unwanted yelp escape the elder's lips.
“Jimin!” He squeaks, trying to wiggle his way out of his grip, but failing miserably as Jimin tightens his grip on his hips instead. “And now?” He asks.
Yoongi knows he is blushing and he hates it. “Still not-” With a small tug, he suddenly gets backed off the wall, his hands finding Jimin’s chest to steady himself. A lopsided smirk graces his face and yoongi wants to kiss it away.
Wow, hold up, what did he just say-
“Hyung?” Jimin starts and Yoongi can feel the ghost of his breath on the shell of his ear.
“Yes?” He whispers back.
“Can I kiss you?”
The question lingers in the small space between them, till yoongi lifts his head up and locks eyes with the younger. ‘’Please.’’ He doesn’t exactly know what he is pleading for exactly and at the end it doesn't really matter. What matters is how he melts so easily into it.
Jimin’s lips are soft on his, and it almost feels calming as if jimin is sucking all the pent up stress and frustration out of him.
‘’Hmmjimin..’’ Yoongi murmurs against his lips. Jimin detaches immediately and looks at him with worried eyes. ‘’I am sorry, did I went too far?’’ He asks.
Yoongi shakes his head and bites on his lip, jimin watches them intensely and yoongi can’t help himself but to lean closer.
All the words about why he shouldn’t be doing this, melt away the instant their tongues meet. He opens his mouth for him and the younger knows better than to deny his request, eagerly pushing his tongue into the warmth. Yoongi gets hold of jimin’s collar to bring them even closer, unable to control it anymore when a weak moan escapes his busy mouth. Jimin groans into his mouth upon hearing him and brings one of his hands up to wrap it securely underneath the elder’s jaw.
‘’Fuck.’’ He breathes out, before diving back in.
It seems like all the brakes stopped working, as jimin’s kisses started to become more fierce and hungry than before. Yoongi can only squirm in his hold as the younger claims him in a way he had never dared to imagine. He can’t even form words at this point. jimin quite literally made him incapable of doing so. He can only pant and moan in the younger’s strong hold, sincerely hoping that the other members in the living room can’t hear them.
----
‘’7 minutes are over!’’ Taehyung shouts from out of the living room. ‘’The two of you better not be naked right now.’’ He says, making the other members laugh.
‘’Shitshit.’’ Yoongi pants, trying to do damage control by bringing his hand to his hair to smoothen it out and to his clothes to straighten the formed wrinkles.
‘’How do I look?’’ He asks and jimin almost feels bad to answer him when he looks into the elder's hopeful eyes.
‘’Like we just made out.’’
Yoongi’s shoulders fall out of frustration. ‘’That is not helping!’’ He whines, but before he can do anything more to help the situation, the door swings open.
‘’And how was.. it?’’
A lot of emotions cross Taehyung's face, but the one that stands out the most is the amusement.
‘’Oh my god.’’ He begins, bringing his hand to his mouth to muffle out his laughter. ‘’I can’t believe you two.’’ He continues.
Neither of them say what. Jimin just stands there, awkwardly scratching the back of his head, while yoongi screams to his body to let the blush on his face disappear.
Alas, it's not like their swollen and spit coated lips aren't exposing them already.
‘’Don’t laugh.’’ Yoongi huffs out, but it is only fueling taehyung's laughter more.
The dreaded walk of shame starts when they have to follow him back into the living room.
Seokjin is the first one to speak up, but instead of laughing at the two of them like taehyung did, he addresses hoseok instead. ‘’Ha! Gimme my ₩20,000.’’ He exclaims in joy.
‘’Wait, you bet on us?’’ Jimin speaks from behind. His two friends turn to them with a sheepish smile on their faces. ‘’You have to be fucking kidding me.’’ Jimin groans as he hides the embarrassment on his face in the palm of his hands.
‘’Sorry guys.’’ Namjoon says from where he is seated on the couch. ‘’But we couldn’t help ourselves.’’
Yoongi narrows his eyes and scoffs. ‘’What the fuck do you mean by that? Just mind your own damn business!’’
‘’We would have if you werent eye fucking each other the whole day. It's difficult living somewhere where the level of horniness is constantly high.’’ Taehyung clarifies as he casually sits beside jimin, but receiving an elbow from his friend in the side.
‘’We are not eye fucking each other.’’ Jimin states. ‘’Amd we are not horny.’’ Yoongi adds.
It’s quiet for a second before the others burst out in laughter again.
‘’Yeah, sure.’’ Hoseok says, the rolling of his eyes not going unnoticed.
‘’Now, chop chop and get a room.’’ He urges, pushing yoongi towards jimin’s bedroom, while seokjin drags the younger from the couch.
‘’Have fun!’’ Both of them say in unison before slamming the door shut.
The implementation of this is all very clear, but both yoongi and jimin shy away from the thought.
‘’So..’’ The younger begins.
‘’I hate you! Why did you kiss me?’’ Yoongi whisper-shouts. Jimin chuckles and despite having just backed off the elder he walks closer again. ‘’First of all, you don't hate me.’’ He clarifies, while bringing his hand under Yoongi's chin. ‘’And second of all, you kissed me too.’’
“That.. that-“ Yoongi stutters, and the unspoken words die in his throat as Jimin leans forwards and captures his lips again. “Hnggh.”
It’s hypnotizing really. The kiss itself. And Jimin being a damn good kisser doesn’t really help yoongi’s case. But despite that, he still feels confused and wiggles his way out of Jimin’s grip before they do things they might regret.
“Back off you horny bastard.” Yoongi huffs out, pushing Jimin off him so he can get out of his space. The younger watches how the elder goes to sit on the edge of his bed. He seems confused and Jimin can’t blame him.
“Do you want to talk?” He asks him, as he joins the elder on the bed. A tired sigh escapes yoongi’s lips before he talks. “I- I just don’t understand this. Us.” He emphasizes the last word by pointing at himself and Jimin. “I didn’t know I had these feelings for you.”
Jimin smiles softly and bumps his shoulder with yoongi’s. “You have feelings for me?” He teases.
“Shut up.”
Annoyed, the elder glares at him. He slides away from him to create some space between them, but Jimin shifts with him, so ultimately they sit pressed against each other, their thighs brushing.
“It’s okay,” Jimin mutters, the blush creeping back on his face. “I think I have feelings for you too.”
It’s silent for a while. Just two boys sitting beside each other, face flushed, clammy hands and their hearts beating rapidly at the two confessions hanging above their heads.
Cute, they both think at the same time.
Who had thought, Jimin thinks, that he would fall for yoongi. The guy who was capable of provoking him with only his presence.
Who had thought, Yoongi thinks, that he would fall for jimin. The guy who managed to irritate every single cell in his body.
Perhaps, it wasn’t hate they felt all this time.
“Why do we even hate each other ?” Yoongi huffs out, nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater.
“I don’t even know to be honest.” Jimin confesses. “I just did. You just did something to me.”
Yoongi looks up at that and turns his head so their eyes meet. There is a kind of understanding present in them as if he knows what Jimin means by that. “You did something to me too.”
Perhaps, as the idiots they were, they had mistaken hate for love. Perhaps they labelled the unknown feeling they felt upon being with each other as something else, as they were not familiar with the concept of love.
“Hyung, perhaps I don’t really hate you.” Jimin looks at him while his hand glides towards yoongi’s till they are holding each other.
“Oh. Why is that?”
Yoongi tries not to think about how warm it feels. How grounding it is to hold the younger’s hand. As if his vision had always been blurry, never really knowing what to do and to think, but now as he holds the younger’s hand, it has cleared up and allowed him to see what was really important all along.
“Because I think I might like you too much to hate you.”
“This is stupid.” Yoongi huffs out, jerking his hand out of Jimin’s hold. He slightly turns his body around and sighs. “I don’t understand.”
Careful as to not make him more uncomfortable, Jimin places his hand on Yoongi's shoulder. “You are right.”
The elder turns his head back around upon hearing that.
“We are stupid.” Jimin chuckles.
“Why would you say that?” Yoongi asks, receiving a caressing hand on his cheek in return.
“Because I would have been able to do this much earlier.”
And Yoongi, although still being a little reluctant to their development, melts far too easily when Jimin’s lips touch his cheek.
“Hey-!” He whines, jerking away from Jimin’s eager lips. The younger laughs and leans forward to leave a quick peck on the elder’s pouty lips, despite yoongi’s protesting.
“I like this kind of whining much better than when we are fighting.” He whispers in his ear, making the blush yoongi tried to suppress so desperately, break free on his face.
“Yah!”
----
They both decided that they wanted to take it slow. (for being idiots, they made a pretty wise decision. I am proud of them.)
Sex can always wait, even though there is now way of denying the fact that they want each other. Without saying anything they both understood that it is far more important to be on the same level, to know and understand what the other wants and doesn’t and to clear all misunderstandings that might arise in the near future, then acting upon their raging hormones.
“See, we can be mature adults.” Jimin had proudly said. Yoongi had scoffed and flicked his forehead; “You mean, you for once can think with your head instead of your dick.”
Despite them liking each other a little more than friends should do and /far/ more than supposed enemies, that didn’t mean that they would stop bickering and teasing.
So, after having talked about their feelings, both boys found themselves comfortably laying on Jimin’s bed. It was late already, and after having heard the others drunkenly say goodnight to each other, quietness filled up the space in their apartment.
“I still hate you though.” Yoongi whispers in the dark, as he plays with Jimin’s t-shirt. His head rests on the younger’s chest and yoongi feels something unfamiliar bubble up inside his stomach as he hears how fast the other’s heart is beating. It feels wonderful, especially when he can feel Jimin’s fingers gently playing with his hair.
“Why?” Jimin decides to ask, turning his head to see yoongi already watching him. Amused at the round sparkle-filled eyes looking up at him, a small smile tugs at his lips.
“Because you made me fall for you.”