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“Bro, you need to date.”
Jimin doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone. “I’ve dated plenty. Am dating plenty.”
“Dating games don’t count. I meant a date with a real person.” The springs of the couch squeak as Taehyung jumps to his feet. “Jiminie, we are in college! We are in the prime of our youth! What better time to make a love connection?”
Jimin waves his phone at Taehyung lazily from his position sprawled across the floor. “I’m making a love connection with Alyn the arrogant yet sexy knight right now. He’s pledging his lifelong love and loyalty to me. And his sword. Both swords, if you know what I mean.” Jimin waggles his eyebrows at his best friend.
The judging look Taehyung shoots Jimin is the only indication he heard the comment before declaring, “No worries, man. I’m going to find you the perfect boyfriend. Your favorite roommate’s got your back!”
“But you’re my only roommate,” protests Jimin as Taehyung dashes out of the room.
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Dating Game start? Yes X No
Choose the happy, go-lucky type? Yes X No
Well, maybe this real life dating thing isn’t so bad after all. Whatever apprehensions Jimin had all dissipate within minutes after meeting his date.
Hoseok is all sunshine and infectious laughter, and Jimin warms up to him almost instantaneously. Hoseok talks passionately about being a dance major, and when he smiles, Jimin’s initial impression of his looks as a bit plain is replaced by an urge to do whatever it takes to keep that smile directed towards himself.
“How about you? What’s your major?” Hoseok asks, so genuinely interested that Jimin can almost see a glowing background behind him.
“I’m undecided. I really don’t know what I want to do,” Jimin is shy to admit, intimidated in the face of Hoseok’s overwhelming passion for what he does.
Hoseok shakes his head. “No, that’s cool! It’s not easy deciding what you want to do with the rest of your life. Take it easy, it’ll come to you,” he says kindly.
Jimin can’t help but return Hoseok’s bright smile. “And how did you get started with dance?”
Hoseok’s eyes practically has stars in them. “I’ve always wanted to do dance. When I was younger—”
“Hoseok?”
There is a pretty girl standing next to their table looking straight at Hoseok. “Why haven’t you contacted me? It’s been more than a week!” Jimin steals a glance at Hoseok, but Hoseok is focused on the girl.
“Ah, I’m really sorry,” Hoseok apologizes sweetly. “Things got a little busy, you know how it is.”
The girl nods, but her pout remains. “Are you not interested in me anymore?”
“No no no, it’s not like that, Jieun!” Hoseok is quick to deny.
Maybe a little too quick because the girl’s face darkens, and the temperature drops. “My name is Suji. Who’s Jieun?” she asks, tone frigid.
A look of pure panic crosses Hoseok’s face. “No one! J-just a classmate.”
“Just a classmate?” Suji’s expression is murderous, and she picks up a glass of soda that is on the table. “ Just a classmate? ” Hoseok’s gulp is audible even from across the table.
“Um,” Jimin pipes up. “Well, if you guys don’t mind, something urgent just came up, uh, I need to go change my feet, so I’m just going to…”
When neither pay him any heed, Jimin quickly drops some bills on the table, stuffs the rest of the breadsticks into his bag, and hightails out of the restaurant.
You got a(n): unhappy ending X normal ending happy ending
(“You set me up with a player,” accuses Jimin.
“No, I set you up with an experienced dater,” Taehyung corrects him. “Figured someone with that level of expertise could help ease you into the world of dating in reality. You’re welcome for being considerate,” sniffs Taehyung.
Jimin throws a pillow at Taehyung and hits him square in the face.)
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Change route? Yes X No
Change route to the casanova type? Yes X No
His date is thirty minutes late, and Jimin is just about ready to just leave when a tall, handsome man waltzes through the door and right up to him.
“Jimin?” the man queries, peering at him.
“Y-yes.”
The man procures a single red rose from behind his back and hands it to Jimin. “I’m Jungkook. I am very sorry to keep you waiting. Would you accept this rose as a token of my apology?” Jimin nods, a little dazed, and takes the flower. Before he can pull back his hand, Jungkook catches it, presses a light kiss to Jimin’s fingertip, and smoothly slides into the seat opposite, the barest hint of teasing smile on his lips.
Jimin would be lying if he said all that didn’t make his heart beat a little faster.
Jimin can feel small tendrils of hope creeping in as the date goes on. Jungkook is as suave and charming as he is good looking. Almost too smooth, Jimin thinks as Jungkook smirks at him with hooded eyes.
“May I?” Jungkook practically purrs, and at Jimin’s assent, takes Jimin’s hand, this time stroking the knuckles with his thumb. Jimin can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks, but addresses something that has been bothering him.
“Actually, Jungkook, what’s your major? Or have you graduated already? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you on campus.”
Jungkook purses his oh so kissable lips and is about to answer when—
“Hey, Jungkook!”
There are three guys in matching uniforms waving from the sidewalk.
“Why’d you run off so fast after class? We were going to invite you to go play basketball,” one of them calls.
Jimin barely hears Jungkook’s answer. His vision has zoned in on the emblem on the uniform. More specifically, the emblem for the local high school.
“Jungkook,” he says, turning to face his date. “How old are you?”
Jungkook coughs and fidgets, and suddenly, he doesn’t look so mature. “I’m almost eighteen,” he offers with a sheepish smile. “I mean, I’m close to almost being eighteen. Just another year...and some.”
“Oh my god, you’re practically a baby,” Jimin says faintly. Throwing down enough money to cover both of them, Jimin stuffs the breadsticks into his bag. “Sorry, I have to go. Stay in school, listen to your mother, don’t do drugs, and always use protection, okay?”
Before Jungkook can respond, Jimin dashes out of the restaurant.
You got a(n): unhappy ending X normal ending happy ending
(“He’s underaged!”
“To be fair,” Taehyung says defensively, “I did not know. I mean, who’s that freakishly tall when they’re in high school?” He glances down at Jimin. “You certainly weren’t.”
Jimin scowls. “You’re not that much taller than me!”
Taehyung ruffles his hair rather condescendingly. “Sure, Jimin, whatever you say.”)
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Change route? Yes X No
Change route to the intellectual type? Yes X No
Namjoon is intelligent and well-spoken but also endearingly dorky.
Well, at least that’s the impression Jimin has from him over text.
Three weeks and five attempts to make a date all fail as some project comes up last minute for Namjoon. Understandable as he is apparently juggling a double major, two theses, and an internship at a prestigious law firm, but still, Jimin is getting tired of getting pitying looks from the wait staff when he asks for a takeout bag for his cold breadsticks.
You got a(n): unhappy ending X normal ending happy ending
(“Are you sure you don’t want to keep trying? I mean, Namjoon hyung is a great guy,” Taehyung says, munching on the latest batch of leftover breadsticks. “And these are great too, I don’t mind if you keep bringing home more.”
Jimin spitefully licks the rest of the breadsticks, much to Taehyung’s horror.)
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Change route? Yes X No
Change route to the perfect gentleman type? Yes X No
It takes a little bit of convincing, but Jimin finds himself back at the restaurant across from a tall, elegant-looking man dressed in a full-on suit that probably costs an entire year of Jimin’s school tuition. That combined with refined features and polished manners is a bit intimidating.
“Jimin?” Seokjin probes, a slight frown on his handsome face. “Am I boring you?”
Jimin jerks out of his reverie from watching the other man cut his meat. How does one cut meat so gracefully? “Ah, sorry, spaced out for a bit there,” Jimin apologizes.
Seokjin smiles, eyes crinkling with amusement, and the unexpected adorableness of it breaks the image of unreachable perfection. “No worries. I was just saying the student life must be tough.”
“So you’re not a college student?” Jimin asks warily. The other man looks older than him, but Jimin has learned his lesson in assuming such a thing.
Seokjin shook his head. “I inherited the family business straight out of high school and have been doing that ever since. I don’t mind though. To be honest, school didn’t really interest me much.”
Jimin chuckles, relief coursing through his body, and he allows himself to relax at last. “Same, but no family business unfortunately. What kind of business do you do?”
“Nothing terribly exciting,” dismisses Seokjin with an dignified wave of his hand. “Mostly finance stuff.”
Finance sounds stable, but not as time-consuming as law. Jimin nods in approval.
A burly man dressed in a neat suit and sunglasses approaches the table. Without sparing Jimin a glance, he leans down and addresses Seokjin, “Boss, we have a problem.”
Seokjin continues slicing up his meat, movements swift and sure. “What is it? I thought I told you not to bother me today.”
“It’s our latest client. He refuses to pay up.” The burly man looks about ready to start wringing his hands.
Any warmth in Seokjin’s face slides off, leaving a cold, emotionless expression that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine. “How much convincing did you do?”
The burly man now sends Jimin a wary look and lowers his voice, but Jimin hears him with unmistakable clarity. “We did some of this,” he says miming a breaking motion, “and this,” he mimes a stabbing motion, “but he’s holding strong.”
Jimin chokes on his food.
Seokjin ponders this for a moment before rising fluidly. “Jimin?”
“Yes?” Jimin squeaks, struggling not to openly gape at the older man. His gaze instead lands on the pieces of expertly cut rare meat on the opposite plate, and wow, Seokjin sure can handle a knife huh? He suddenly feels nauseous at the sight of all the blood pooling around the food.
Seokjin smiles apologetically at him. His eyes still crinkle up, but this time, instead of finding it charming, it makes Jimin’s blood run cold. “I am so sorry, but some urgent business has come up that I need to address immediately. I promise I won’t be long, maybe five minutes.”
“It’s totally fine,” Jimin hastily reassures him, voice about three octaves higher than usual. “Take all the time you need.”
“Wait here for me, okay? I won’t be long,” Seokjin repeats, and Jimin gives him a weak nod.
As soon as Seokjin and the burly dude are out of sight, Jimin stuffs the remaining breadsticks into his bag and sprints out of the restaurant like his life depends on it. It probably does.
You got a(n): unhappy ending normal ending happy ending wtf? gtfo asap! ending X
(“You don’t know for sure he’s involved in anything shady. Don’t be so judgy,” Taehyung scolds.
“Please shut the curtains and get away from the windows,” Jimin pleads, shrinking deeper into the large hoodie he’s taken to wearing. “You don’t understand. I told them he was going to pay, and then I ditched him! He’s going to come collect payment .”
Taehyung scrutinizes Jimin. “Have you been watching The Godfather reruns again?”)
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Change route? Yes X No
Change route to the best friend type? Yes X No
Jimin is starting to think that maybe he’s not cut out for this dating business and tells Taehyung as much during their weekly Pizza and Ice Cream and Games Night.
“Don’t even say that,” Taehyung says, eyes completely focused. “It’s Colonel Mustard in the Billiards Room with the Rope.” He peeks inside the envelope. “Yes!” He adds a tally to the whiteboard on their wall in his column, striking a victory pose. “And I’m in the lead! Who’s the Clue master now?”
“I’ll get you next round.” Jimin tosses his cards down with a sigh. “I mean it though. The 2D guys are so much easier to deal with. If you get tired of one, just play another route. If you want to be alone, just hit the home button.”
“Dude,” Taehyung finally looks at Jimin and flops down next to his biffle for infinity and beyond (Taehyung’s words, not Jimin’s), “I know you’re feeling insecure and vulnerable right now.”
“I’m not—”
“Having a string of terrible dates will do that to anyone.”
“Who’s fault—”
“But let me tell you, man,” Taehyung clasps Jimin’s shoulder, “finding the right person takes time. Never give up your dream of finding your soulmate.”
“But that’s not my dream…” Jimin’s protests die as something occurs to him. Somehow during the speech, Taehyung has gotten so close that he is practically on Jimin’s lap. At this distance, Jimin suddenly notices that despite the garbage that usually comes out of his mouth, Taehyung is actually quite good-looking.
“What?” prods Taehyung, moving his face even closer to Jimin’s.
“Do you think, you know…” Jimin gestures between the two of them.
Realization dawns on Taehyung’s face. He regards Jimin before saying with uncharacteristic seriousness, “It’s not that I don’t find you attractive. I think you’re the most attractive guy I know. After myself, of course. But you’re my best bro--always have been, always will be. And I think maybe that’s how we work best.”
Feelings of affection well up in Jimin. “Yeah man. You know, you’re my best bro, too. Even if you never take out the trash. Or wash the dishes. Or clean the bathroom. Or vacuum. Or do the laundry.” He frowns. “Or any of the chores come to think of it...”
“Shh Jiminie.” Taehyung shoves his index finger against Jimin’s lips, coming dangerously close to going up a nostril. “Bring it in.”
They embrace. And if Taehyung’s shoulder gets a bit damp, he doesn’t comment because he is the best bro to ever bro (and maybe Jimin’s shoulder gets a bit damp too).
“Can we still do our celebratory kisses though?” sniffs Jimin when they pull away.
“Heck yeah,” says Taehyung, voice a little watery. “Let’s celebrate another day as best bros.” He cups Jimin’s face and gives him a long kiss, warm and familiar and a little wet.
You got a(n): unhappy ending normal ending X happy ending
(“And it’s my sworn duty as your best bro to aid you in your quest to find your soulmate!” Taehyung declares, planting one foot on the table. Jimin barely swipes his pizza away in time. “Luckily for you, I have the perfect guy in mind.”
“Taehyung, no .”
“Taehyung, yes !”)
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Change route? Yes X No
Change route to the cold, city man type? Yes X No
Jimin hides his face behind the menu and pretends to peruse it despite having already memorized its contents about two blind dates back. He peeks over the edge every few seconds just to ascertain this is not a figment of his imagination, and yup, still sitting across from Jimin and very much real is none other than Min Yoongi.
Min Yoongi. Infamous in equal parts for his good looks, prodigal talent in music, and biting personality. There is not a single student on campus who does not know that name. Rumor has it that he turns down every confession he receives, leaving a string of broken hearts in his wake. Rumor also has it that Primary himself asked Yoongi to feature on his album, and Yoongi refused, citing lost sleep. After hearing that particular tale, Jimin takes all the gossip surrounding the campus idol with a grain of salt, but there is no denying how intimidated he feels right now.
Jimin glances over the menu at the mop of pink hair he has followed with his eyes around campus more often than he likes to admit, and this time Yoongi catches his gaze. Jimin nearly squeaks in surprise.
“What are you getting?” Yoongi asks, his voice deep and gravelly like he had just woken up.
“Um, the number 15,” Jimin throws out randomly. Yoongi nods, and they lapse back into silence. Jimin grabs a breadstick like it is his lifeline and nibbles on it, eyes focused on a particularly interesting spot on the table.
The silence lasts until the food comes out, and Jimin pokes at his pasta while peering at the way Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow and his lips press into a thin line, looking for all the world like he would rather be getting his teeth pulled.
His fingers itch to text Taehyung and give him a piece of his mind for putting him in this situation. Or maybe just to beg his best friend to come rescue him from the mounting tension. How did Taehyung even know Yoongi anyways?
“So--” Jimin blurts out at the same time Yoongi says, “I--” They both chuckle awkwardly, and Yoongi gestures for Jimin to go first.
“So how do you know Taehyung?” Jimin queries, fiddling with his napkin.
“We have music history together. He sat next to me one day and has not stopped talking to me since then.” Yoongi’s expression is a mix of exasperated and fond, and Jimin can’t help but laugh at that.
“That’s how me and Tae became friends too, except it was high school geometry,” shares Jimin. “And then we both failed the class and had to retake it.”
Yoongi snorts. “Duly noted, will start ignoring him during class for the sake of my GPA. He’s always trying to talk me into doing stupid things anyhow. But he talks about you a lot, too.” Yoongi’s eyes sweep over Jimin’s face, unreadable, and it makes Jimin’s stomach squirm.
What did Taehyung say about him? He prays to the Powers That Be that his blabbermouth of a best friend did not mention anything embarrassing, like that time he forgot the keys to their room when he went to the shower and had to stand in the hallway with nothing but a towel for an hour before campus security showed up to let him in, though not before a tour of prospective students came by, earning him many stares and giggles and more than a few winks. But Yoongi doesn’t say anything after that, so Jimin’s mind races to find conversation starters, drawing on years of experience with dating (games). What could he possibly say to someone like Yoongi that doesn’t sound incredibly stupid?
“Nice weather, huh?” Nailed it.
Yoongi’s eyes lazily flick to the window of the restaurant and the grey, cloudy skies outside. “Not really,” he snorts, turning his attention to his glass of wine with disinterest. Jimin dies a little inside. The oppressive silence falls back over their table.
“Sorry you have to be here,” Jimin blurts out when he can’t take it anymore.
Yoongi’s head snaps up, and his eyes narrow at Jimin. “What?” he demands.
Jimin quails under the intense gaze. “Um, I know Taehyung put you up to this. You probably don’t want to be here. But you can leave if you want, I don’t mind…” Jimin ducks his head down.
The crease between Yoongi’s eyebrows deepens, and Jimin prepares himself for a tongue lashing. Instead, he hears, “Sorry.”
“What?” Jimin says dumbly.
Yoongi runs his hand through his hair and huffs. “I’m not really good at making conversation and stuff, so sorry I’m making you uncomfortable,” he says gruffly. “And Taehyung didn’t put me up to this. I actually asked him to set this up.”
Jimin openly ogles him, flabbergasted. “Seriously? Why?”
“Yeah. I see you around campus a lot and wanted to talk to you. So when I found out you were Taehyung’s roommate…” Yoongi shrugs with an air of nonchalance.
“Uh,” Jimin manages, not quite believing that the Min Yoongi, the same one who regularly wins rap and music competitions with his ingenious beats and witty lyrics, wanted to talk to him , Park Jimin, whose greatest achievement thus far in life is completing all the routes to 10 different dating games. “You could’ve just talked to me, you know.”
Yoongi shrugs again. “I didn’t want to be like all the other guys throwing themselves at you when you’re busy trying to get to class or some shit.”
Jimin wants to curl up into fetal position under their table. “There’s literally no one throwing themselves at me,” he says faintly.
“What? Why not?” The confusion on Yoongi’s face is almost comical.
“I’m not like you,” Jimin flails.
“You mean you’re cute and nice and have a smile that makes my day,” Yoongi states more than asks with a tilt of his head.
There is a long pause as Jimin gapes at the older man. Yoongi’s expression does not shift, but his pale complexion is steadily turning the same shade as his hair. It’s so achingly endearing and opposite of everything he’s ever heard about Min Yoongi that Jimin would have cooed if he wasn’t in the process of becoming a tomato himself.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that,” mutters Yoongi, more to himself than anything. He glances up at Jimin. “Can you pretend I didn’t say that?”
Jimin nods, but looking at how flustered Yoongi is gives him the courage to say, “I think you’re cute and nice and have a smile that makes my day, too.”
Yoongi appears startled, but that melts away into an almost shy, gummy grin that sets Jimin’s heart in a flutter. Jimin can’t help but smile back, feeling for the first time that things were heading towards a happy ending.
You got a(n): unhappy ending normal ending happy ending X
(“And then he walked me home, and when we got to the door, he asked if he could see me again,” Jimin squeals, burying his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “I can’t believe Min Yoongi wants to go on another date with me .”
“I knew it! I knew he had a thing for you so I’ve been feeding him information about you all semester. You’re welcome for being the best bro ever.”
“Oh yeah.” Jimin draws back from their cuddle puddle and smacks Taehyung on the shoulder.
Taehyung yelps. “Is that how you thank me for finding you the love of your life?”
Jimin scowls. “Then he asked if I had my key because he heard I had a lot of trouble with those.”
“You have to admit, it’s a funny story,” Taehyung snickers. “Locked out with nothing but a towel. Classic.”)
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Read sweet ending? Yes X No
“Hey.”
Jimin starts and nearly drops his phone. Good thing for fast reflexes because it would have otherwise hit Yoongi smack in the face, and Jimin likes his boyfriend’s nose not spurting blood, thank you very much. He glances down at Yoongi, sprawled out on grass with his head pillowed on Jimin’s thighs and just waking up from his scheduled afternoon nap.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Jimin returns, an involuntary smile spreading across his face at the sight of Yoongi rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Sleep well?”
Yoongi hums an assent and sits up to stretch leisurely before glancing to the phone in Jimin’s hand. “Babe, what is it that you’re always playing on your phone?”
Jimin freezes. He looks at Yoongi’s groggy face. He looks down at the dating game flashing across his phone screen (Alyn, the arrogant yet sexy knight, was suggesting they spend the night together). He looks back at Yoongi. Then looks down at his phone again.
This is it. This is the moment when Yoongi finds out that Jimin spends 87% of his time cavorting with 2D men and comes to his senses and realizes the glaring reality that he’s way too cool and hot and talented to be with someone like Jimin. He’ll break up with Jimin right then and there, go date someone like a rich heir to some fancy company, and become a famous rapper, and Jimin will listen obsessively to his releases and stalk his social media while crying and eating tubs of ice cream. And of course Yoongi and the rich heir will get married and become the premier power couple of the country and Jimin will try to crash their wedding to win Yoongi back, but he’ll be intercepted by their bodyguards and dragged out to the dumpsters where he belongs whilst the newlyweds happily entertain their guests with stories about how Yoongi almost made the worst mistake of his life back in college and went out with some weird otaku guy who once got locked out of his room in nothing but a towel.
“Babe?”
Jimin blinks and takes in the genuine concern in Yoongi’s furrowed eyebrows. He takes a leap of faith. “Um, they’re otome games. Virtual dating games,” he says shyly.
“Yeah?” Yoongi drapes an arm over Jimin’s shoulder, and Jimin feels a warmth from the casual contact. “And what does that entail?”
“It’s like a visual novel,” Jimin explains, shifting closer so Yoongi can see the screen of his phone. “You choose which character you want to end up with and read their story. Then you’ll be asked to make dialogue or action choices, and if you choose the right ones, you’ll end up with a happy ending. There are also little games you can play to earn money, and you can use that to buy clothes and stuff for your avatar! And sometimes there will be special events where you can earn currency for playing and trade that in for limited time items and…” Jimin trails off when he notices Yoongi is staring at him, “and it’s kind of weird, huh?”
Yoongi shakes his head before Jimin could apologize. “It sounds really interesting, actually. Which one is the best?”
An grin spreads across Jimin’s face. “There are so many good ones though!” he babbles. “Hakuoki is probably the best one; it has a really amazing story and graphics and voice actors actually reading the lines! But it’s kind of sad so I don’t play it too often… I’m currently playing Midnight Cinderella, and it’s really cute! But I think my favorite game has to be Niflheim. The concept is just so interesting, and all the characters have unique charms. But hyung, I think you’ll like Lost Island, it’s a zombie apocalypse one.” Jimin turns eagerly to Yoongi and realizes that his boyfriend is staring intently at him once more. “What? Do I have something on my face?” Jimin rubs at his face with the sleeve of his sweater. “Is it gone?”
“Let me get that for you,” Yoongi says and leans in to press a chaste kiss against Jimin’s cheek. Yoongi draws back, eyes sweeping over the other’s face. “Nope, the cute is still there.” He pulls Jimin closer and peppers his face with more kisses.
“Hyung!” Jimin squirms in Yoongi’s arms, flushing at the sudden onslaught of affection. “What are you doing?”
“Park Jimin,” Yoongi bites out between kisses, “you are too much. What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Something unfamiliar but warm curls up in Jimin’s chest, and his heart feels three times too big against his rib cage. He doesn’t want to dwell on the strange, giddy feeling for too long though, so he replies cheekily, “Nothing. You really don’t deserve me.”
“Brat. When did you start talking back?” Yoongi pauses his ministrations to flick Jimin’s forehead.
“Hmm, I’ll forgive you for that if you give me a proper kiss.”
Yoongi’s lips curl up into a soft smile so fond it makes Jimin’s stomach flip in the best way, and then those lips are on his, stealing away his breath, his thoughts, and his heart.
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Read beast ending? Yes X No
“Park Jimin,” Yoongi bites out between kisses, “you are too much. What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Jimin responds by grinding down harder, a whine escaping his lips when Yoongi’s fingers tighten around his ass.
Yoongi groans at the sight before him. Jimin is straddling him practically naked, the loose tank top and sweatpants he was wearing earlier strewn haphazardly on the floor. The only thing he has on is a pair of tight, tight briefs that do nothing to hide neither the unreal curvature of his firm ass in the back nor the straining erection in the front. His tanned skin is lightly covered in a sheen of sweat, making the toned lines of his body that much more prominent. Yoongi hungrily follows the unblemished column of the younger’s neck up past the sharp jawline to plush, pink lips that part as Jimin pants, “Hyung...”
“Hmm?” Yoongi leans forward to nip at Jimin’s bottom lip, pulling away as Jimin leans in for more.
“Hyung, please.”
“Please what?” Yoongi noses at Jimin’s jawline, breath ghosting over the smooth skin.
“More. Please .” Yoongi pulls back in time to see a pretty flush spread across Jimin’s cheeks. Maybe another time Yoongi will see how far he can push the teasing, but for now, he has a lapful of a squirming, needy Jimin, and Yoongi is weak against those half lidded eyes, all dark and blown. He gives Jimin’s ass another squeeze, dragging out a gasp from Jimin before moving his hands up to trace the waistband of the briefs. His fingers dip in and…
There is a loud ringing.
Yoongi starts at the sudden noise, but Jimin reacts immediately, diving off his lap towards the stand next to the sofa to grab...his phone? Yoongi stares as Jimin swipes at the screen, face lighting up as he read the notification.
“Babe?” Yoongi prompts, shifting uncomfortably. “We were kind of in the middle of something?”
Jimin’s eyes dart up to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “Sorry, hyung,” he says, sheepish. “It’s just…” He glances down at the phone again.
“Yes?” coaxes Yoongi, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.
“You know that game we’ve been playing? And you know how I told you before about special events where you can earn currency for playing and trade that in for limited time items?” Jimin blurts out all in a rush. “Well, a special event just started, and it’s triple boosting right now.”
Yoongi frowns, trying to recall the crash course Jimin had given him. “So earn triple the currency, right?”
Jimin nods furiously, a pleased smile on his face. “And triple boosts only happen once in a while and never last for long.”
“So what you’re saying is,” says Yoongi slowly, “this is more important than the mind-blowing sex we were about to have.”
Jimin’s eyes widen at this. “I didn’t mean it like that, hyung,” he protests, grabbing Yoongi’s hand.
“I know what you mean, Jiminie.” Yoongi gives Jimin’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “But how about this. We’ll do both, but priorities first?”
Yoongi can practically feel his insides melt into goo when Jimin gives him a sweet smile, eyes curving into crescents in the way he can look at for hours on end, and Yoongi really doesn’t know what he ever did in life to deserve the way Jimin is looking at him now, full of trust and something softer than affection, but what Yoongi does know is that he wants to take all the time in the universe to explore it.
“Okay, hyung, priorities first.”
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Things Taehyung Expects When He Walks Into His Apartment:
- Jimin
- Jimin playing games
- Jimin doing homework
- Jimin playing games while pretending to do homework
- Jimin doing his daily zumba workout dvd
- a sandwich with extra mayo just the way he likes it if Jimin is feeling generous
He’s lowkey hoping for the last two because nothing beats nomming on a delicious sandwich while watching Jimin shake his ass in the name of fitness.
Things Taehyung Gets When He Walks Into His Apartment:
- a very naked Yoongi and Jimin sprawled out on the couch
“Did you guys have sex on the couch?” Taehyung asks, kicking off his shoes and peering over to admire Jimin’s assets. He also makes a mental note to drag Yoongi outdoors sometime because holy mashed potatoes, his skin is blinding.
Jimin makes a noise in greeting and says, “We were going to...” The rest of his sentence trails off in a distracted mumble.
Taehyung takes one look at the all-too-familiar game on Jimin’s screen and turns to Yoongi instead. “Hyung, did you really get cockblocked by a 2D guy?”
“Go away, Taehyung,” grunts out Yoongi, eyes glued to his own phone, and wow, that’s the same game Jimin is playing. “Triple boost is on now.”
“Not you too, hyung,” Taehyung complains and is soundly ignored.
Yoongi nudges Jimin, gesturing helplessly at his phone. “Hey, Jimin, which option should I choose here? Should I tell him ‘you really are like a prince’ or ‘let’s go half and half’?”
But then Jimin pauses his game--pauses his game! He only ever does that when Taehyung whines and wheedles and bribes for hours --to look over at Yoongi’s phone. “Which ending are you going for again, hyung?”
Well, Taehyung can take a hint when he’s third-wheeling. Or fifth-wheeling, actually, judging by the way Jimin and Yoongi are making googoo eyes at their respective screens. Taehyung retreats to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich with extra mayo and stops short. Because there on the counter is unmistakably a large takeout bag filled to the brim with garlic breadsticks. Stuck to the bag is a post-it that reads, “For my biffle to infinity and beyond,” in Jimin’s bubbly print.
Taehyung looks over fondly at Jimin--giggling at something Yoongi said--and Yoongi--smiling at Jimin softer than Taehyung’s ever seen-- and pats himself on the back for A+ matchmaking.
Now, wouldn’t Seokjin and Namjoon make an adorable couple?