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“i can’t believe we’re doing this.”

yoongi noses his way down jimin’s neck, nipping at the soft skin until they’re a pretty shade of light pink. “can’t believe we’re doing what?” his teeth catches on jimin’s earlobe and it earns him a soft moan.

“tha–that we’re about to fuck on the floor beside a christmas tree we decorated with baby socks–ah, fuck, yoongi please–”

yoongi chuckles, light and airy, something he always did that pisses jimin off. “i’m barely touching you and you’re already this–”

“shut up or i won’t put out for the rest of the month.”

“noted.”

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the room is silent when jimin enters. it’s dark, but gangnam never runs out of city lights. yoongi is illuminated by them, looking ethereal under the moonlight, the artificial lights. even his back is beautiful, jimin thought.

“hey, hyung…” he quietly pads towards yoongi’s bed, sitting down beside him as he automatically places his head on yoongi’s shoulder. there was a kiss on his forehead.

“hey, you.” yoongi greets, tugging jimin closer by the waist. “what are you doing here? it’s way past your bedtime.” 

“meanie.” yoongi hears the pout. “i came to check up on you. how come you aren’t sleeping yet? you cried like a baby out there.”

min yoongi doesn’t pout if it’s not for the fans. but jimin feels the glare and he had the audacity to chuckle. “i’m kidding, hyung.”

they stay there for a couple of minutes, content with the comfortable silence and a couple of honking horns despite it being three am.

“congratulations, hyung. you deserve it. i’m proud of you.” jimin whispers, lifting his head to look straight into yoongi’s eyes. 

jimin didn’t cry when they were on stage receiving the award. he didn’t cry backstage when it was all over. there were about three happy tears shed but he wasn’t bawling like yoongi.

but when yoongi looks at him, his tears are threatening to spill and yoongi doesn’t know what to do.

“hey, why are you crying, you baby…” he cups jimin’s cheeks in his palms. in the moonlight, they’re still the same shade of pink. it’s incredible how his cheeks never seem to lose that pretty flush. “you didn’t cry at all a while ago…”

“i know, hyung. but i’m so proud of–”

“us. i’m proud of us. we’re in this together, minnie. i’m not in this alone.”

jimin’s eyes shine with his tears. yoongi thinks they’re the most beautiful pair of eyes he’d had the pleasure of seeing. “but thank you. i’m proud of you, too, jimin. i’m proud of you and how hard you work for our team. i love you. thank you.”

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“you’re gonna get caught, you know. smoking in school grounds. i’m surprised the janitors are always letting you get away with it.”

“because i let them take my cigarettes.” a blow towards the sky. “that’s why.”

from several yards away, jimin smells yoongi’s leather jacket and she recoils in disgust. it’s hot and a little bit humid. it’s not leather-jacket-weather right now but yoongi can never be seen without it. it’s his status. his authority. fucking t-birds.

but boy if she doesn’t get the butterflies when she sees him leaning against that stupid brick wall with far too many ‘call me xxx-xxx-xx’ scribbles. he’s probably sweating buckets under that jacket but min yoongi is handsome and really fucking cool–can probably give james dean a run for his money with his slicked-back hair, a cigarette dangling from his pretty lips.

“how ‘bout you? little miss pink lady.” he grins, smug, as his gaze happily trails down jimin’s body. it’s his first time seeing her today. and jimin thinks that her small trip to the principal’s office for wearing an off-shoulder crop top and a short, frilly cheerleader skirt was worth it. her pink jacket is tied around her waist, but yoongi doesn’t mind. “isn’t it biology for you?”

jimin briefly raises up her hall pass for yoongi to see before she’s stepping on the grass, walking towards him with a sway of her hips. 

he knows it’s all part of her facade, pink ladies and shit–they’re supposed to be snarky and flirty and pretty and fierce–but jimin is a beautiful ray of sunshine, yoongi’s delicate pink rose. she tiptoes to kiss him, cigarette breathe and all. after a year of dating, she got over it.

nobody is there to witness them make out for a while, yoongi dropping the stick so he can squeeze on jimin’s ass under her skirt. she whines a bit before stepping back. “i’ve been away for too long. i should head back. come back before they chase you again, yeah?” another kiss. “i’ll see you later, baby.”

“see ya, darling.”

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“can somebody tell me who did it?” jimin asks, a hand on his hip and a vein throbbing on his forehead.

jungkook and yoongi blink at the same time. it should be cute how they’re so in sync with each other, but there’s flour all over the kitchen floor and his husband and son are also both covered in it.

a burnt sponge cake is on the kitchen counter and nobody wants to answer him.

“baby, come on. i’m not gonna be angry or something. i just wanna know who…made this mess.”

“appa did it! he made this mess because he wanted to make you a cake! he got me in this mess, dad, please don’t punish me!”

jimin cocks his head, truly curious as to why yoongi wants to bake him a cake. he racks his head for dates, or any occasion for that matter, but his birthday just went by and nothing else is scheduled for the rest of the month. “anything i should know about, min yoongi?”

yoongi looks nervous, a little bit embarrassed and seriously a little but furious that jungkook is urging him to talk. his six year old son is saying “well? appa? tell him!” as if yoongi is not capable of doing it himself, thank you very much.

yoongi clears his throat, his dignity clearly ripped into shreds. he dusts the front of his pants a bit just for something to do before murmuring “we…we took jungkook home this day four years ago…”

and really, who is park jimin to get angry over such a sweet thought, his husband wanting to make a cake for him–for them–because they brought home their adoptive son this day four years ago when jungkook was two and cried a lot. of course it calls for cake–they fucking love cake.

“sorry i–we were goofing around the the flour spilled and–”

“it’s okay.” jimin’s face softens, a soft smile appearing on his face as he looks at his two flour-covered boys. “i appreciate it. let’s clean up this mess and try to bake another one, okay?”

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“i don’t think you should be giving me oral when you go up in twenty minutes.”

jimin stares on, like he didn’t know he plays the saxophone for a living. it was just a side job, but the hotel pays him way too much for someone who blows on an instrument for thirty minutes two nights a week. it was a good deal--about fifteen rich people watching him, leaving him tips that gather up to 500,000 won a night, free meal from the restaurant.

and someone to fuck him regularly in a used hotel room. min yoongi, 25, bell boy.

“you’re right.”

“you’re gonna ruin your suit.”

“yeah.”

“how about we do this later when you’re done?” yoongi asks, a raised eyebrow.

“but i’m horny.” jimin whines, already removing his clothes. it’s a bitch to remove and a bitch to put on, but he’s really horny and yoongi smells really good. he puts his clothes away on the desk far from the bed and it should really be embarrassing how he’s just prancing around naked, but jimin is nothing short of delectable with or without his clothes.

yoongi attacks with kisses from behind, hands circling around jimin’s waist. jimin’s whines are immediate, as if he’s been waiting for far too long. and so what if he was? yoongi was the best fuck he’d had in so long. 

“we can’t do-ah-much. prepping takes a lot of time.” jimin hisses when yoongi leaves some marks. “i’ll let you fuck my thighs to save time.”

there was a groan in his neck, and a smile on his face. jimin knows yoongi has A Thing for his thighs, mentioned it the first time they started fucking--how phenomenal they look in the skinny-trim slacks jimin wore to work.

soon enough, there was lube smeared in between jimin’s thighs, a hard dick next, and then they were really fucking on a bed that some stranger used.

“shit this feels almost as good as when i’m fucking your ass.”

“shut up and let me come. i’m gonna be late.”

he was five minutes late to work, but customers aren’t really that bothered. yoongi fucks him for real after his shift.

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“48 hours is a long time.”

“…it’s just two days, honey.” jimin smiles sweetly at her husband. “we’ve talked about this last night, yeah?” she pats his back in reassurance, melting all of yoongi’s anxiousness. at least for now. but he’s a new father, and he doesn’t have much experience with child care. leaving their daughter alone with him is still something even yoongi himself wouldn’t even dream of. “I trust you with her.”

“but i don’t trust myself with her. what if i made the formula wrong? or if it’s too hot? or i forget to burp her? she’ll throw up in her slee–”

“hey,” jimin noses along yoongi’s jaw, trying to be affectionate. once upon a blue moon, that would equate to making love, but after years in a relationship, two years being married, and now a lovely daughter keeping them stronger than ever, it’s the most calming thing that yoongi can ever experience. “you’re gonna do great.”

♥

“hey love.” he croons.

a grimace, a foul smell, and a loaded diaper isn’t yoongi’s idea of fun daddy-daughter time. jimin can clean her up and change her diaper with her eyes closed. yoongi can make a full-song in a day with his eyes closed. right now, what he needs is not his producing skills. there’s his daughter waiting to be cleaned and yoongi’s mind cannot comprehend.

he replays jimin’s routine whenever their baby poops:
step 1. lay her somewhere flat and safe.
step 2. grab a diaper and the pack of wet wipes.
step 3. go into battle mode.
step 4– 

yoongi mentally cries.

♥

“did you feed her?”

“yes.”

“burp her?”

“yes.”

“get her into pyjamas?”

“yes, love. i did. she’s already sleeping and i feel like dying.”

jimin giggles in the other line, the sound of her laughter through the phone enough to save yoongi from dying. 

he’s being over-dramatic but whatever. his first day was a success, even though all of the damn cameras witnessed his breakdown while trying to take care of his daughter for a day, said breakdown that will air on national television next week. 

“i’m proud of you, babe. just same thing tomorrow and i’ll be back.”

“i can’t wait.”

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nine years of knowing each other, been together for seven and a half.

they’ve always spent their new years with friends–getting drunk, stuffing food in their mouths until they can’t, abusing seokjin’s home karaoke system.

this year is a little more different, a little more intimate. jimin didn’t know anything until he was being forced to pack up his luggage and just yesterday he was at the airport knowing nothing about this plan and lo and fucking behold, they were in fucking maldives on a fucking floating hut in the middle of the bluest ocean he’d ever seen.

the shock lasted for about four to five hours. he’s tired from the flight, yoongi much more about keeping it a secret for long, but the shock wore out and jimin is so happy that watching him run around the shore makes yoongi a content man. 

it’s the 31st of december, some six hours before the new year comes. the sunset is pretty, jimin even prettier–the golds and pinks and purple hues blending together into one tropical dream. it’s always been jimin’s dream to come to a tropical island. he was a busan boy after all. he lived for beaches even though his house was in the mountains.

“hyung~” he jogs up to where yoongi is calmly resting on a beach chair. “it’s so pretty. i love it. i love this. thank you for taking me here.”

yoongi’s smile may be small, but it conveys everything he wants jimin to know. jimin knows it; knows that yoongi loves him, that yoongi will do anything for him as long as he can, that yoongi treasures his happiness, that this was yoongi’s way of thanking him for changing his life for the better.

“you’re welcome, love.”

–

yoongi insists on eating outside, but jimin whines for room service because he’s tired. but yoongi is persistent and he’s already dressing up, shoving random clothes out of jimin’s suitcase and forcing the younger one to wear it.

“hyung, why can’t we just–”

“i heard there’ll be lamb skewers, baby. do you want me to miss on lamb skewers?”

the answer is no. “no.” jimin huffs. “okay, fine.”

–

“hyung.”

it was never the intention. making jimin cry was never the intention. but yoongi pulls out one cheesy shit like this and jimin is bawling like a baby. 

making jimin cry was never the intention, but here in the middle of fucking maldives with good dinner and the beach, some wine, and several minutes before January 1, 2017, 12:00 AM, min yoongi proposes to his long-time boyfriend, park jimin.

there are so many tears on jimin’s part, and eventually yoongi is crying, too, as he slides the ring on jimin’s finger. “yes, min yoongi, i’ll marry the crap out of you.” it’s the perfect way to end the shitty year, and start a new one.

“you better, you little shit. i put up with you for seven yea–”

“nine! we’ve been together for nine–”

everyone from the private ball room are coming out to the balcony, counting down the seconds until 2017. 

they stare at each other, eyes glistening with happy tears as they swim in their love that’s probably never gonna die down any time soon.

“i love you, yoongi.”

“i love you more, baby.”

3…

2…

1…

they’ve known each other for nine years, been together for seven and a half.

and this is the eighth new year’s kiss they’ve had.

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“my prince.”

jimin hisses. “no, don’t call me that when we’re alone. i already told you, yoongi.” the bite in his words are harmless, his actions so much so. but jimin was always cautious. always, always cautious.

yoongi’s eyes convey many different emotions–lately, fondness, lots of it. for jimin, his prince, his lover, the future king of this kingdom.

“i’m sorry, my love.” yoongi reaches for jimin’s hand, kissing the back of it ever so gently. a wild blush spreads all over jimin’s face, and yoongi can see it even through the briefest light coming from the oil lamp they have in the room.

it’s early autumn, the nights getting much colder, but jimin is sweating buckets even in his thinnest evening robe.

“what did you do this time to distract your guards?”

“i gave them tea…” jimin admits, playing with the fingers on yoongi’s right hand. his hands are big, rough, and calloused from holding swords, making weapons, doing all sorts of labor even though he is already a eunuch. one thing jimin likes about him the most is that he’s the man of many talents, bedroom talents included.

“just tea?”

jimin’s grin is infectious and of course yoongi knows it’s not just tea. “maybe something else to help them sleep for a few hours?”

yoongi chuckles, nuzzles jimin’s neck and mutters “you’re incredible.” as he slowly slides jimin’s robe down his shoulder.

“do we have time?” jimin asks when yoongi works on his undergarment, leaving jimin the only one naked as yoongi is still fully dressed. jimin’s arousal is a deep red, that much all from yoongi just touching his body in the gentlest ways.

“i’m sorry, love. you have something important tomorrow and i don’t want to hurt you. but we can always do something else, hm?”

something else is jimin biting down on his knuckle, desperately trying to contain his moans as yoongi gives the right flick of his wrist, jimin’s cock twitching at the goodness of it all. jimin’s back is sweaty, the fluid transferring onto yoongi’s barely clothed chest but he doesn’t mind for he wakes up at dawn to bathe and get ready for the day. 

something about yoongi clothed and jimin naked riles jimin up some more. he gives up his fist, both arms tangling back around yoongi’s head. he contains his moans as he bites his lips, the flesh raw and abused from when yoongi had ravished them a while ago.

he faces yoongi, lips latching onto the sharp jut of yoongi’s jaw, leaving a faint hint of a mark that is sure to fade come tomorrow. 

jimin is coming in a minute, muffling his cries directly in yoongi’s ear.

“jimin.”

“don’t stop, yoongi–ah, ah!”

loads of cum oozes out onto yoongi’s hand. he milks jimin all throughout, until jimin’s cock turns soft, until his whimpers die down. several nights ago, yoongi realized jimin likes the overstimulation.

as soon as he comes back to his senses, jimin dresses up immediately, just in case. he looks at yoongi with glassy eyes before peeling off his lover’s pants to latch his lips on yoongi’s cock.

it feels good–it feels just as good to jimin as it does to yoongi. it gives jimin so much satisfaction that he was able to give pleasure to someone, because growing up as a prince, he was always given the best of pleasures there are. but a pure soul like him always, always wanted to give back.

yoongi is a lucky man. but in the back of his mind, jimin is still not his.

jimin can never be his, because jimin belongs to the kingdom.

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“aigoo, look at him, buying another car when he already has five.” min yeunseung of the Min Mining Corporation stares on as his youngest son arrives at the family villa on a get-together day with a brand new matte black Lamborghini Huracan LP640-4 Superleggera. 

“the fuck? that wasn’t meant to be released until march!” one of his cousins shout from the second floor balcony. 

it wasn’t new. yoongi is someone who doesn’t care much for designer clothes, shoes, not one for fancily-decorated penthouses (though he has two). he spends most of his family’s money on cars–lots of them, and it looks like he’s taken a liking to the expensive types of cars. he knows his father will have a word with him later, for now, he parks his car beside the cars of his other family members, looking quite cheap beside his new lambo. 

but that’s not the only shock.

yoongi rounds up the car and opens the door on the passenger seat, helping a girl hop out of the vehicle. form afar, her figure is seriously slim in a black bodycon dress. her hair flows down to her waist, light brown and dainty. she was wearing Louboutins, tall but slim heels, red soles. her back side screams royalty, when she turns around, everyone standing at the patio stares on.

she’s beautiful, that much is painfully obvious, at the way she smiles shyly at everyone who’s staring at her. “i don’t know why they’re staring at me but i hope it’s all fine.” she murmurs to yoongi who laughs and leads her to his family.

“abeonim, eomeonim, this is park jimin. she’s been my girlfriend for two months now and i thought i’d invite her to our very lovely family gathering. i hope you don’t mind.” yoongi’s smile is fake, that much jimin knows, but she knows he hates family gathering with the force of a thousand suns. he doesn’t like his relatives that much, but well, they’re all forced to go.

“hello, dear.” at least his mother is pretending to be welcoming. but yoongi knows this is all for show. she wouldn’t be placated if she can’t get out jimin’s family’s net worth within thirty minutes into the conversation she’s about to start. “aigoo, you’re really pretty. our the first girl our yoongi has ever brought home! and in a family reunion! come in, come in. we have so much food, i know his aunties will love you!”

–

yoongi’s mother, eunhye, doesn’t get jimin’s family’s net worth within thirty minutes. he noticed that jimin keeps dodging the subject, looking really uncomfortable but yoongi couldn’t blame her. it wasn’t her favorite thing to talk about. it was the biggest problem when they first met–because min yoongi is New Money, and park jimin comes from royalty; park as in park, direct descendants of Park Hyeokgeose. she’s Silla royalty.

it took two years before jimin could finally tell yoongi. being an old royal blood is something that people nowadays see differently. many people that jimin genuinely cared about took advantage of her, but yoongi wasn’t like that. yoongi had the money, and he loves her, and that’s about it. he doesn’t care if she belongs to the few remaining royal families in south korea. he doesn’t care if she belongs to the actual richest family in korea. he doesn’t care that her family doesn’t want him for her, yet, but he’s willing to risk everything that he can.

yoongi clears his throat. “eomeonim, how was London?” he plasters a fake smile on his face, pretends to savor the horrible manggeddeok prepared by their supposed-to-be chef. yoongi remembers that the manggeddeok prepared by his mother back when they were broke was the best he’d ever had.

“oh it was lovely! it was my first time so i was in awe with everything! maybe if i came back for the third time i’ll be bored, but The Ritz was amazing! we had a lovely dinner experience. your aunt seongmi couldn’t stop eating the steak!”

yoongi’s smiles, tight-lipped, as he hums and pretends to listen.

“jimin, have you ever been to london?” eunhye proceeds to ask, not wanting to leave her boy’s girlfriend out of the conversation. 

“yes, auntie.” many, many times, she wants to add but refrains herself.

“have you ever been to The Ritz? it’s a really lovely hotel.”

“oh, no. when our family visits, we don’t stay in hotels.” she admits, not wanting to lie to yoongi’s family.

“oh? b&bs then? i heard they’re cheaper when it’s a large group of people.” one of yoongi’s aunt says, not really realizing the implications of her supposition. 

jimin is becoming really pissed at yoongi’s materialistic mother and her prying aunts, knowing fully well that New Money families tend to brag what they have before it’s all gone. her mother lectured her on this, because gold diggers and opportunists are everywhere.

she hopes yoongi doesn’t mind when she goes, “no, not at all! my parents bout st. james palace in westminster about six years ago and we choose to stay there some summers. when we’re not in london, we stay on a private island in the bahamas.” her tone is polite, but everything she ever said felt like a jab on yoongi’s mother, who has her mouth open in shock. “when we happen to be there at the same time, i’d like to give you a tour!”

she meets yoongi’s amused face across the table. he nudges her foot with his secretly under the table. that’s my girl.

“ah, of course! of course! i’d be happy to have a tour.” eunhye laughs it out, but yoongi knows she felt really awkward and small.

mission accomplished.

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“fucking shit this lawn is better than my future.” min yoongi gawks at the school’s entrance, looking more like a european castle rather than a place where they cram kids inside to learn. he cannot believe he’s only in busan and not in rome or something.

when the gates open, their small and dirty school bus looks like garbage to what ever the hell is waiting for them inside. 

there’s a fucking fountain at the center, castle (really, it’s just the entryway to the actual school) at the back, and people wearing fancy dresses and suits waiting for them by what seems to be the entrance.

“shit…our principal could’ve warned us better.” taehyung says from beside yoongi, throwing his headphones away when he sees the spectacle before him. “i don’t think we’ll fit in here at all.”

“we don’t fit in anything apart from our shitty little all-boys school.” yoongi corrects him, head already throbbing from all the chaos that is sure to happen.

–

“…are we really eating with those boys right now?”

“we’re breathing the same air as them. that’s already a bad thing.”

the clink of the spoon against the polished wooden table is loud amidst the chatter going on in the entire cafeteria. 

“ya, you talk like we’re not within earshot.” yoongi retorts, looking nonchalant but everybody who knows him knows he’s ready to fucking fight anytime. “you and i are from the same fucking origin. the only difference is you have more money than i do. do you really think that’ gonna cut it, chubby cheeks?”

park jimin, heir of the park group of companies, scoffs like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “did you just call me chubby cheeks? what are you, five?”

“and rich people who frown upon the poor are seriously disgusting…like their filthy rich asses are not being sent to school to learn things.” yoongi bites back, walking around the table to stand in front of park jimin. “listen to me, asshat. we came here for football, not to blend in with your crowd. we don’t care about your fucking designer leather shoes or where your family goes for vacation. we’re here to beat your fucking asses and you’re gonna cry on your home court asking God for forgiveness, asking what the hell did you do in your past life to get beaten by a bunch of kids who don’t eat properly on a regular day.”

yoongi walks out of the cafeteria, taehyung in town, leaving their lunches barely touched.

jimin thinks he might be a little bit in love.

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“oh my fucking shit–” jeon jeongguk doesn’t curse…or well, he wasn’t supposed to. manners and all. but when his precious armani perfume bottle shatters on the floor, he has all the right in the world to curse whoever the fuck that was.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry man. i swear i didn’t mean t–”

“you didn’t mean to? you’re so fucking clumsy, that’s what!”

kim taehyung apologizes to everyone he’s done wrong, but when they’re being irrational fucks, he fights back like the macho daegu boy he is. “you fucking bumped into me first, dipshit. and it’s not like you can’t afford another fucking armani perfume. who the fuck carries a bottled cologne in the fucking locker room!? be fucking normal for once and carry body spray!” everyone stared at taehyung like he grew three heads. he scratches at his naked torso irritably, not bothering to cover up all the cuts and bruises he got over the years. 

he walks out of the locker room with a smug smile on his face, because he fucking placated jeon jeongguk, captain of the rival team, and possibly the hottest guy taehyung has ever seen.

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we’re two strangers who mean nothing to the world, but we’re two strangers who are going to mean something to one another. somewhere along the path of our fate, i’m sleeping my day away on an unmade bed while you’re out with your friends being absolutely carefree. we’re on the opposite sides of the spectrum, but we’re going to meet in the middle, and then we’re gonna fall. we’re gonna fall in love – me in your eyes, you in my words.

i see every bit of beauty in your orbs that express so much, and you thrive for all the different ways i can say i love you. but before everything falls into place, it will take a lifetime. all the days you’re not mine are days wasted. it’s going to take a lifetime, but when it comes i swear i won’t ever let you go. you eventually said you love me, i said i love you more. i know you said all things should be fair, but forgive me when i say i love you more than i love myself.

you will fall asleep in my arms, and i will wake up with everything i want right beside me. the universe must be jealous, but mine doesn’t have to – he’s all i need. i don’t count days, i don’t count weeks, i don’t count months, and i don’t count years. as long as you’re with me every moment i breathe, i’m fine. i know i’m gonna be fine for a long time.

(i know i said i don’t count years, but happy anniversary my love.)

“MIN YOONGI, YOU LITTLE SHIT.” jimin, one floor below.

yoongi looks up from his coffee. “yeah, i am.”

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jimin lets out a satisfied giggle as yoongi tucks his face in the younger’s neck. the elevator ride shouldn’t be longer than a minute, but yoongi takes what he can. their midnight snack run ran shorter than expected, but it was fun just taking jimin out for a while, buying a box of chicken for everyone when they could’ve just easily ordered. no one questions their decisions anymore.

“hyung, 10 seconds.”

yoongi double-presses their floor number and presses the topmost floor. “just a little bit more.” he murmurs against jimin’s neck. 

jimin’s unoccupied hand reaches up to run over yoongi’s back, staring at their reflection in the mirror. they’re both tired, eyes threatening to droop close any minute, but yoongi looks so relaxed in his place and jimin couldn’t complain. he missed this–he missed them. they see each other at home all the time, but nothing was the same without yoongi with them–with him–anymore.

“i like this…” jimin hums, turning his face to meet yoongi’s lips in a soft kiss. “but i bet seokjin-hyung is starving now.”

“seokjin-hyung wouldn’t die.” reasons yoongi. he’s right. “please, baby. just a couple more seconds. the moment we get back i can’t hold you like this anymore.”

in his mind, jimin agrees. 

“besides…” yoongi trails off, his breathing loud against jimin’s ear.

“…besides what?”

“you looked really good tonight.”

jimin grins, still not used to yoongi’s compliments though he gets them all the damn time, asks for it even. but something different sets off when it’s just them, yoongi’s honest words washing over him behind all the cameras, behind all the audience watching them. “thank you. you looked stunning, though. 10/10 would bang.”

yoongi snorts. “no you don’t. i bang you.”

“christ, watch your language.”

“mm, no.” he sucks a faint hickey right at the side of jimin’s neck. he gets a whine, a soft moan when he trails up to the back of his ear. “i don’t ever wanna take my hands off of you, you know.”

“mm, i know.”

“i want to hold you all the time, hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, fuck you–”

ding!

jimin throws yoongi away to the other side of the elevator, just before the door opens. their elderly neighbor, mrs. choi is right there outside, looking quite awake for 2 in the morning.

“mrs. choi! hello, good…morning. why are you still up? it’s late, you should go rest!”

“ah, you boys–”

“seokjin-hyung is waiting for his chicken. see you later mrs. choi!”

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“the stars here are twinkling like crazy.” yoongi breathes into his phone, enjoying the quite chilly night he’s spending on his grandma’s low, wooden table in the middle of the front yard where he’s spread beside the drying pollacks. he loved living here, in a hanok in the middle of the mountains. it isn’t that far from the urban areas of daegu, but he loved the rare tranquility he gets from being away from all the chaos of the city. the stars are with him today, the phone signal cooperating quite well. “it’s so pretty.”

“really? it’s really pretty here, too.” jimin replies all the way from busan. “someday, let’s go stargazing together. sound good?”

“sounds amazing.”

they spend several seconds staring at the same sky when they’re both in different places. “you’re going to your parents’ house tomorrow, right?” jimin asks after a while. yoongi hears shuffling on the other line. a door closing. jimin must have went back in. 

“yeah, i’m excited to see holly.”

jimin laughs quite beautifully on the other end. “you’re more excited to see holly than your family.”

“hey, holly is family.”

“i know, i’m just kidding.” several moments of silence that they both still love. “did you have fun there in your grandma’s?”

“well,” yoongi chuckles. “all i did was sleep and eat. we went to grandpa’s grave together too and i helped her clean the house she told me she loved me once so i’m happy.”

“aww, babe. that’s good. maybe someday i can come with you when you visit again.”

“i’d love that, really. will you? she’d love you. i have to find a way to get you back to seoul. she won’t let you go. she’ll want to adopt you.”

the stars don’t have anything against jimin’s twinkling laugh. the static cannot even ruin the same effect it has on yoongi – his heart swelling with something like love and adoration. 

“i know i’m lovable, but i can’t let her make me stay. i can’t leave you, y’know?”

–

“you can’t really leave me, huh?” two days later finds yoongi at the ktx station, smiling at a beaming jimin descending the train.

“min yoongi are you complaining?” jimin teases, a small backpack dangling from one shoulder as he saunters towards yoongi who has his arms held open.

“welcome to daegu.”

–

“oh, jimin-ah, you’re here!”

“hello, auntie.” jimin bows and gives yoongi’s mom a hug. i didn’t have time to bring something else, but i hope cake is okay. hyung told me your favorite is mocha.”

“he probably got his coffee addiction from me. thank you, jimin. my favorite is indeed mocha.” she accepts it warmly, with yoongi watching the exchange with fondness in his eyes.

“is uncle around? i brought a special soju they only make in busan. i thought he might like this.”

“oh dear, you’re so thoughtful. he’s still at work, though. he’ll be home later. did you eat? come eat! we have so much food left from yesterday!”

yoongi’s mom leaves for the kitchen, leaving the two boys standing by the doorway. once she disappears, yoongi presses a soft kiss to jimin’s cheek. “welcome to our house, i guess.”

jimin giggles, presses a kiss back to yoongi’s cheek. “thank you. it’s lovely.”

“mind you, she’s gonna stuff you with everything and you shouldn’t really complain. you’ve been losing so much weight lately.”

“there’s a reason for that, but it’s chuseok so i should really stuff myself while we can still eat home-cooked meals, yeah? let’s go in i wanna see holly!”

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i love you when you’re black - when you nag me when i don’t wash my cup of coffee, when you get angry when i don’t eat on time, when i close myself off from you the moment i’m in my slump and you ignore me for several days too long.

i love you when you’re gray - when you fall into night of restlessness, doing annoying habits to ease the anxiety away, when you feel like you’re not enough to even be a part of my world.

i love you when you’re blue - when you’d mourn the loss of a friend’s pet, when you’d worry about our upcoming rent, when you’d spend so much time perfecting a turn or a twist, when you think your friends hate you for spending so much time with me.

i love you when you’re green - when you’d take me away from the hungry eyes of every girl screaming my name, when you’d sulk when i entertain someone else so enthusiastically for a friend.

i love you when you’re purple - when you feel like you can do anything, when you dance like you were born with the melody in your bones, when you feel the passion like it never left, like the world is yours, like you deserve everything good this world has to offer. you do, you deserve it, and i’ll give it to you little by little.

i love you when you’re white - when you’re in the arms of sleep, carefree and innocent and gone from the world, when you’re drinking your cup of tea in the morning with care and ease, when you’re folding the laundry by the dryer at 9pm.

i love you when you’re pink - when you’d clutch at my arm when we’re in a crowded place, when you’d bat your eyelashes at me when you want an extra order of bingsu, when you’d pet a cute puppy in the park on our days off, when you’d kiss my cheek wherever we might be.

i love you when you’re orange - when you brighten up someone’s day with a smile, when you give out free candy to every kid you see in the bus stop, when you take care of every single person dear in your life.

i love you when you’re red - when you fall apart with a touch of my mouth, my hands, my soul, when you’d crumble form the feeling of immense pleasure only i can give you, when you’d kiss me like it’s the last time, when you’d kiss me like it’s our first.

i love you whatever color you may be. but most of all, i love you when you’re yellow. when you’re the closest sun i have within my reach, when you need no words to tell me you love me, when you gravitate to me each time you’re away, and when you just know everything i never knew i needed. our color is yellow; when you know, and i know, and we know. and i think that’s all there is to us, but we both know there’s so much more.

“yellow?”

“yellow. i’ve become really attached to that color, that’s for sure.”

“yellow, not bad. it really suits the feeling between us.”

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it’s not hard to wake up with a raging boner if you dreamed about your boyfriend sucking your cock down his throat, moaning around it while also touching himself. 

min yoongi jolts, checks the clock that reads 3:16 am, flicks on the night lamp to check on jimin. fuck, he’s so fucked. not even five hours ago they were fucking ruthlessly, jimin begging to be fucked and filled after spending three days away from one another. three days.

needless to say, jimin wasn’t the only one craving for more.

jimin lies there, sleeping peacefully on his side facing yoongi – mouth puffy from all the rough kissing, hickeys adorning all of his upper torso down his thighs where the blanket is dangerously slipping off. he’s naked – they’re both naked – but jimin looks incredible like this; unconscious and open and still delicious. 

yoongi carefully maneuvers jimin, opening his boyfriend the way he likes. yoongi grabs at his pecs, soft but defined, nipples perked up. he latches his lips on one of them and jimin whimpers slightly in his sleep. yoongi moves down, licking at the bruises that he put there, thinking that jimin didn’t need more when he already gave plenty of them.

he ruts against jimin’s abs, moaning softly. he really wanted to fuck jimin while he’s unconscious, his hole still lose from last night. yoongi can easily slide in without lube if he wanted to, his dick hard and leaking and wet enough to make the slide easy. but he finds that weird, so he tucks his face in jimin’s neck and ruts against the younger’s stomach like a dog in heat.

jimin eventually wakes up, tired and sleepy and hella confused as to why – “…oppa what are you doing–ah!” jimin’s dick twitches to life without him knowing. yoongi’s mouth waters.

“oppa woke up hard, baby boy. dreamed about you deepthroating me while touching yourself. it was so good, minnie, fuck – can oppa fuck you? is that okay? pinch me once if it’s okay.”

jimin does. he pinches him once. “d-do i have to be good, oppa? minnie is t-tired…”

“no baby, oppa will do all the work. you can sleep again once i’ve filled you up, okay?”

jimin breathes out a really faint okay before yoongi is sliding in.

jimin doesn’t say much, though he whines and moans when yoongi goes in a little deeper, thrusts in a little faster. “f-fuck minnie how are you still so tight–”

he couldn’t help himself. he jackhammers into jimin, knowing he’s not gonna last that much. jimin’s legs spread even wider if that’s even possible, a silent way of opening himself up more as if telling yoongi that it’s okay to use his body as he pleases. it’s all yours. 

jimin touches himself sleepily, tugging at his nipples as he whines some more before he’s coming untouched. he comes with a silent moan, too tired and voice too hoarse to be making any more noise. he still looks downright sinful, though, with his head thrown back, body all spread out for yoongi.

yoongi drops his head right there in jimin’s neck, thrusting three more times before he’s shooting his load inside, just like how they both like it.

yoongi calms himself down, until his dick is softening inside jimin. he’ll clean him up in the morning, run a nice, hot bath for his baby. for the meantime, yoongi lets his cum ooze out of jimin’s ass, liking how it looks so filthy and beautiful against jimin’s skin.

jimin is already knocked out without a single fuck to give about yoongi’s cum in his ass. but before yoongi can even fall asleep again, he hears jimin ask a quiet “was i good, oppa?”

“you’re the best, baby. always.”

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the filming felt like it was gonna drag on forever. they’ve been there for 7 hours trying to film a thirty-minute video. the clock strikes five, and finally they’re free, but their next schedule doesn’t start for at least two hours so snacks were due in order, giving the boys some hours of rest before they head off again.

as predicted, jimin drags yoongi away after the director yelled “aaaand cut!” and everyone files out of the room after thanking all the staff. 

it wasn’t really a school, but the studio had so many dark corners that disappearing for a while wouldn’t be a problem. jimin finds an empty storage room, the lights all open but the turned-over chairs says that this one won’t be in use for obvious reasons. 

surprisingly, yoongi doesn’t say a thing, following jimin quietly as the younger drags him by his arm. they’re both silent, an odd feat, knowing that yoongi will at least complain and start yapping.

just as jimin locks the door, yoongi asks “why are we here?”

jimin sits on chair, pats his lap and says “come sit on my lap.” with a hesitant smile that yoongi returns.

“what’s with you, huh?” yoongi smirks, making himself comfortable on jimin’s lap. he wanted to straddle the younger, but it’s risky and he’s wearing a damn skirt so he opts to sit on his side, trying his best to close his legs. “you like me being a girl? am i pretty?” he winds his arms around jimin’s neck, and not once did jimin take his eyes off of him.

“you’re always beautiful, whether you’re yoongi or yoonji…but you look exceptionally dashing like this. your lips look really…” jimin sounds serious, and yoongi would believe him, if the sparkle in his eyes the the blush that never left his cheeks are anything to go by.

“delicious?”

“and more.” jimin breathes, a chubby index finger tracing along yoongi’s lower lip. “is that lip stick?” the pink pigment transfers onto jimin’s fingers. 

“i think so.” yoongi licks his lips, the saliva leaving a tantalizing shine and jimin couldn’t help but lean in.

it’s pretty funny when they phrase it like that, but they make out like teenagers with all the time they’re stealing as of the moment. jimin leads the kiss, his hands gently cupping yoongi’s jaw as he prods yoongi’s mouth open. it’s been a while, and it’s satisfying to have their lips on one another with all the stress of upcoming preparations.

jimin pulls away, catching his breath as he stares at yoongi’s lips – pink and slick and utterly pretty, all just for him. he nuzzles into yoongi’s neck, trailing little kisses upwards to his ear. the whispered “yoonji-yah” against his ear makes yoongi shiver, trying so hard not to get hard when jimin’s hands are all over him, his lips in the weakest places to be. 

yoongi turns his face and they make out some more, squeezing all the time they can before everyone comes looking for them.

jimin pulls out again, opting to peck yoongi everywhere on the face to calm themselves down. nobody wants an inconvenient boner on the fucking set. yoongi suppresses his giggles. “jesus christ, stop–”

“will you call me oppa once?”

yoongi’s glare was scary and fond. “yah, park jimin.”

jimin was only half-joking, but he drops it for now. maybe someday he can switch their roles. for now he’s content that yoongi is letting him do the things he wants to do. but only for today.

“can we take a selca? couple selca?” jimin asks, fishing his phone out of his pocket. yoongi willingly poses, making cute and silly faces because he seriously cannot say no to jimin.

jimin kisses him in the following photos, clicking away as he turns his face around to kiss yoongi’s face everywhere. it’s cute, the way yoongi looks like he doesn’t want to but he’s secretly enjoying this.

“okay, last one…” jimin angles the phone closer, his lips latching onto yoongi’s earlobe, that one, the sensitive one. he clicks the shutter button just as yoongi flushes, closing his eyes while jimin stares right at the camera. it looks sensual, sexy even. yoongi berates him for doing that, but jimin makes it his wallpaper.

“you’re so pretty, baby. i can stare at you all day.” jimin whispers again, his lips seeking yoongi’s in one last kiss before they head out.

the snacks are pretty much obliterated when they head back. there are three slices of pizza left and some choco pie that doesn’t look to appealing right now. the members throw them knowing glances, jungkook having the nerve to wolf whistle at them.

yoongi flushes, curses, and aggressively removes his wig as he yaps a mile per minute about ‘disrespectful dongsaengs’ and ‘you think i’m a girl then guess what’s under this fucking skirt–’

and just like that, everything is back to normal.

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by any means, jimin doesn’t enjoy working in corporate business. he doesn’t enjoy wearing a suit everyday, doesn’t enjoy the stuffy office, doesn’t enjoy his job in general.  one thing that he does enjoy is that the office building is so old, the power often fucks up, leaving the building (and everything, in fact) pretty useless. 

the superiors tell them to go home, and that they will be called to come back once the power comes back. according to jimin’s calculations, it’s gonna take at least 3 days. that is the only thing he enjoys. 

at ten in the morning, the subway isn’t nearly as packed. the commute back home is peaceful and stress-free, and in no more than twenty minutes, jimin is typing in their pass code – 0913 – and the door beeps open.

“baby? i’m home.” he calls out, with the knowledge that yoongi is still here since her shift at the hospital doesn’t start ‘til 1pm.

“jimin? is that you?” she calls out from the bedroom. 

“yeah, the power fucked up again so they sent us home for the meantime.” he tosses his briefcase on the couch, his coat following, and just as he enters the bedroom, yoongi stands there in a hot pink thong as she’s tugging what seems to be jimin’s shirt over her head.

“is that so?” she asks, seemingly unaware of jimin’s little problem. it is indeed his shirt.

“thong, huh?”

“…i was gonna take pictures so i can send them to you to make your day less boring.” yoongi defends. “but then you’re here and i don’t wanna take them off.” yoongi pouts, tying her damp hair in a bun. she looks so cute and hot and jimin wants to do things. the shirt falls under her ass.

“well, don’t take them off. i like them.” jimin slips his hands underneath the shirt, caressing yoongi’s ass. she leaves kisses on his neck, sighing when he kneads the flesh.

“i missed you. you didn’t wake me up this morning.” she grumbles, hands coming up around his neck. she kisses him once, turning into a whimper when jimin’s hands knead harder. 

“sorry,” jimin halfheartedly apologizes. “you were sleeping soundly so i didn’t wanna wake you. shit, is this new? your ass looks amazing.”

yoongi’s hands work quickly to discard jimin’s shirt. “yeah, it’s new. you like it that much?” she chuckles when he nods all too eagerly. 

it wasn’t long before jimin is stripped down to his boxer briefs, lying on the bed with a nearly-naked (save from the thong) yoongi on top of him. 

she grinds her barely covered pussy on jimin’s bulge, both sighing at the pleasure that blooms in the pits of their stomach. “you’re gonna make me ruin this. it was expensive, y’know–ah, jimin-ah that’s so good.” yoongi presses her naked chest against jimin’s just a tad, seeking friction on her nipples that she can’t seem to live without during sex.

jimin grabs onto her boobs, thumbing at her nipples as she grinds and grinds on him like there’s no tomorrow. “i’m gonna buy you loads of them, baby, don’t worry.” he whispers into yoongi’s ear, licking at the lobe as he goes.

she’s soaking wet in no time, with her nipples rubbing against jimin’s pecs and his hands kneading at her ass. jimin’s clothed dick slots perfectly between yoongi’s pussy, the friction just right to get the both of them off.

“god, i’m so close.” yoongi whines, grinding down harder on jimin’s dick. 

“fuck, baby–” jimin comes first, his hands clutching tightly on yoongi’s ass. yoongi shuddering above him is an indication that she came as well, a moan buried in jimin’s neck as she continues to grind against him, riding out their orgasms. 

they have some time, so yoongi opts for another nap despite waking up not even two hours ago. jimin rests his head between her boobs, licking at the strip of skin in between. yoongi sighs contentedly as she cards her fingers through his hair.

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this is one big pussy party, yoonji thought immediately upon entering hoseok’s house. yoonji thought it’ll be a normal party with guys and booze and music, but there are girls in the living room wearing pajamas and underwear and –

jimin spots her first. jimin always spots her first. yoonji is grateful and curious and a little bit amused. “unnie! you’re here!”

“yoonji-yah!” the birthday girl, hoseok, greets upon hearing jimin. “you made it!”

the two girls crowd yoongi by the door, already fussing over her coat and scarf. “it’s warm in here.” yoonji says, unraveling her scarf.

“it’s a sleepover! we’re gonna be naked and all, it’s supposed to be warm!” hoseok exclaims seriously, like she’s used to naked girls in sleepovers. 

“i thought there was supposed to be a party before the sleepover though.” yoonji shrugs off her coat with the help of jimin who neatly places it on the coat rack. she gives the younger one a small smile, liking the way jimin’s blush spreads on her cheeks. “but i’m not complaining. i really don’t have the energy to deal with horny boys.”

“who the fuck has the energy to deal with boys, anyway? girls are fun!” hoseok screeches before she and jimin are dragging yoonji in. 

the living room is stuffed with pillows and comforters, food and booze in the middle of it all. mean girls is playing on the huge flat screen TV. there are about ten of them – there’s taehyung, of course, a couple of girls from the cheering squad and a handful of classmates. they all greet yoonji when they see them, telling her to dress down already, it’s a sleepover! but yoonji most definitely doesn’t sleep naked so she opts for a tshirt and boxer briefs that are Super Comfortable and Totally Not Her Brother’s.

they do everything that’s supposed to be done in sleepovers – gossip about anything, paint their nails, eat and drink. taehyung obliterated half a box of pizza all by herself and jimin tells her ‘you’re gonna be paying for that next week during practice, kim taehyung!’ 

several hours later, most of the other girls are drunk and on the verge of passing out, so hoseok and taehyung tell them to choose a room upstairs because they couldn’t stay in the living room.

“hey, you two can crash on the last room down the hall!” hoseok shouts before taehyung is dragging her into her own room. they’re gonna do the dirty, jimin is sure of it, because taehyung prepared for this night. knowing her, she probably has a dildo hidden in her bag. jimin shudders at the thought.

“unnie? shall we go?” she asks yoonji who’s busy stuffing the trash into a garbage bag. 

yoonji looks at the bag in her hands and shrugs. “come on. i’ll deal with this tomorrow.”

-

the room is small and it must be a guest room, judging from the lack of design and furniture. there’s a single bed tucked in the corner with plain white sheets and a lonely desk with a small lamp. the closet is small and empty, but jimin doesn’t mind – doesn’t mind at as long as she’s sharing a bed with her long-time crush, said long-time crush looking ethereal under the moonlight with her hair fanned out on the pillow that they’re sharing.

they’re facing each other, jimin too shy to initiate a conversation when yoonji is looking at her like that. she gulps, opens her mouth to speak, but yoonji beats her into it. “what’s your favorite movie, jiminnie?”

and, not surprisingly, the flow of conversation goes smoothly from there. they talk about everything for hours – childhood stories, favorite everything, dislikes, what’s your family like, what are you planning to do in college, after college, the future. by the time it’s a couple of minutes before twelve, their conversation dies down and jimin felt like she’s known yoonji for a long time. 

yoonji has a hand around jimin’s waist, as she props up her head on her other arm. jimin is curled up cutely in front of her, their faces mere centimeters apart at this point. in yoonji tilts her head down just a tad, she’ll be kissing this gorgeous girl she have had her eyes on for a few months now – class president, cheerleader, and resident sunshine park jimin who’s gorgeous and perfect and sexy and cute and angelic all at the same time. park jimin with the long wavy hair,  cute eyes, and pretty lips. park jimin who’s here for min yoonji’s taking, all soft and pretty and perfect under the moonlight bleeding through the blinds. 

she’s in nothing but a short, baby pink silk night dress that hugs all her curves just right. yoonji takes her in, the hand on jimin’s waist trailing just about everywhere now – up her back, down her ass. yoonji nuzzles her nose against jimin’s cheek, wanting to take it slow in case jimin gets freaked out.

“this okay, jiminnie?” she asks, her nose trailing down jimin’s neck. jimin breathes out a ‘y-yes.’

yoonji’s hands are everywhere now, and jimin has her eyes closed, savoring the moment. “can i kiss you, jiminnie?”

“p-please, unnie.” and yoonji doesn’t need to be told twice.

jimin’s lips are just like how yoonji imagined them – soft and sweet. she leaves soft pecks on jimin’s lips, before the younger is whining for more and honestly, yoonji wants to spend all day and all night kissing jimin if she can.

they make out heavy and slow, curious tongues dancing around each other. jimin isn’t an experienced kisser but yoonji finds it totally endearing because that means she’s her first. she leads jimin on, her hand going down to grope at jimin’s perfect ass. the younger keens, gasps for air, and moans when yoonji slips her hands underneath the night dress. she then slips her hand over jimin’s panties, touching raw and smooth flesh. jimin moans into yoonji’s mouth.

“tell me if it’s too much so we can–”

“no!” jimin surprises them both, taking in yoonji’s shocked expression. “i – i mean…please don’t stop. i,” jimin looks down, clutches at yoonji’s shirt as she blushes even more. “i like it, unnie. i like you. so much.” 

jimin whines pathetically when yoonji leans in to kiss her some more. “i like you, too, jiminnie.” another kiss. “so much.” more kisses. “you’re so prefect, jimin, so beautiful.”

“unnie–”

“and i think about you a lot – what it would be like to hold your hand, kiss you, have fun with you, hold you, make you feel good–”

“unnie, please.” jimin doesn’t really know what she wants, but yoonji is hiking her night dress up it’s almost halfway off of her. “unnie, i want–”

“what do you want, jiminnie? tell me.” yoonji positions herself so she’s on her back, tugging jimin closer so she can lie down as well. yoonji positions jimin’s head on her outstretched arm, her other hand trailing down jimin’s torso. “you want me to finger you? finger your wet princess part down there?” she’s sliding her hand underneath jimin’s panties, feeling how wet the younger is already from all the heavy petting and making out. jimin is tense in her arm, her eyes wide and searching. she breathes out a ‘yes, please’ and then yoonji is carefully pressing down jimin’s clit.

the whine jimin lets out is sinful, pretty, and thank god everyone is asleep (probably) because yoonji doesn’t want jimin to stop herself. she wants her to let go. 

yoonji plays with jimin’s wet folds, sliding her finger up and down until she’s slipping it in, easing a long finger into jimin who gasps at the foreign sensation. it’s uncomfortable at first because it’s probably jimin’s first time, but the slide is easy from how wet she is.

she pumps her finger into jimin, but she’s too tight to take in two fingers yet and yoonji doesn’t want to hurt her. she slides her finger out, opting to play with jimin’s clit and then she’s tensing up in her arm, cumming for what seems to be the first time in her life with a high-pitched oh unnie! on her tongue.

yoonji lets her calm down, ignores the throbbing of her own clit. jimin gasps for air, closing her thighs on instinct while grabbing at yoonji’s hand that is still on her stomach. “unnie…god, unnie that was–”

“ssh, i know, baby.”

“i’m your baby?” jimin asks with wide eyes, turning onto her side.

“yeah, you’re my baby girl, my princess jiminnie.” yoonji says with deep sincerity, playing with jimin’s hair with her soiled hand. jimin doesn’t seem to mind. maybe tomorrow morning they can shower together.

“i really like that.” jimin giggles, scooting even closer she’s practically on top of yoonji now. “i really like you, unnie.” yoonji leaves a kiss on her nose and then they’re silent for a couple of minutes. “…does that mean i’m your girlfriend?” she asks shyly, tracing random patterns in the area between yoonji’s chest.

“do you mind? cause i really want you to.” yoonji bites on her lip, searching jimin’s face for anything. the younger breaks out in a gorgeous smile, leaning in to leave a kiss on yoonji’s lips one last time.

“yeah, i’d love that.”

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yoongi’s priorities are really not that complicated. the following goes like this:

1. jimin
2. relationship with said boy
3. career
4. rent and bills, daily necessities 
5. the future - aka a real family and kids (it’s really not that important right now)

really, it’s not that complicated. 

but eight years into a good, serious, and fully-committed relationship, yoongi knew that jimin is going to want Things.

the following Things go like this:

jimin, from the early years of their relationship, is someone who is into pure domesticity. when all of the bad things are gone, jimin made a home for the both of them, and yoongi was thankful for all of it. their apartment was small and shitty, but yoongi looked forward to coming home every night because their small and shitty apartment was the best place there was. 

when they’ve established themselves as fully-functioning-bill-paying-adults with steady jobs, jimin proposed they move into a better neighborhood, a better place. it was still a studio apartment, but it’s bigger and cleaner and now they can actually afford to buy small furniture for all their shit.

when the both of them are getting promotions because of their hard work, jimin proposed they move into another better neighborhood, an even better apartment. now it’s a loft-type apartment with actual rooms and an actual kitchen with fully-functioning heating systems and a bathtub. 

for a long time after their first major achievement in finding a good apartment they called home, jimin is very satisfied with their lives until he isn’t.

it was a painful process of Realizing Things for yoongi, but it wasn’t all that bad. he just knows he’s not ready for anything like That yet.

things like this:

“aw, look at those kids.” jimin once said when they were out in the mall. a small playground was in the middle with slides and everything, and three kids were playing in it when they passed by. two boys were helping a smaller girl climb up the slide. “they’re so cute.” jimin sighs, sneakily taking a picture of them. that night in bed, jimin was staring at the picture, wanting to post it on instagram but yoongi says that’s kind of creepy so he doesn’t. that was clue #1.

a trip to the hospital for their checkup every six months (yes, they’re so fucking married) finds jimin talking to a bunch of mothers in the waiting room. they have kids in tow, and jimin was actually holding one, coddling the baby girl in his arms as he talks with about three ladies with kids. yoongi didn’t know what they’re talking about as he is on the other side of the room engrossed in a magazine, but jimin was laughing with them one second and conversing with them seriously the next. he brought out his phone to type something at one point (they were notes). later in the car as they head home, jimin goes off about what vegetables are good to make baby food with, milk formulas, and good baby brands to buy teething toys. teething toys. that was clue #2.

jimin’s cousin was in seoul for a business conference, and she asked if he could baby sit her son for a day since no one back in busan was available to tend to the child. his name is sian, he’s 2 years old, and he’s the cutest thing to ever exist and jimin, of course, said yes. jimin was on absolute dad mode that day, and yoongi had to stare a lot. jimin didn’t ask much of him since sian wasn’t a fussy baby, but yoongi stared. he watched how jimin took care of the baby, how he played with him, and put him to sleep. jimin seems happy taking care of his nephew, totally disregarding yoongi the whole day. when his cousin came over to pick up sian, jimin was emotional. when they left, he sulked in the couch. that was clue #3.

“oh my god, look at how tiny!” and jimin was holding up a pair of baby shoes in front of yoongi that time they went to the department store. that was clue #4.

it stressed yoongi out for a long while, jimin’s hints doing nothing to placate his anxiety. yoongi knows that 8 years into their practically domestic relationship despite not being married (because…they couldn’t), jimin would want to have kids. 

yoongi thought it would be appropriate to bring it up on the night of their 9th year anniversary date. he had several months to think about it, several months to do his research on the process of adoption and orphanages in and out of seoul. it’s final, he knows it’ll make jimin happy, and if it makes jimin happy then he shouldn’t worry about himself. jimin was, after all, his top priority. 

-

it’s probably not a good thing to bring it up when jimin has a mouthful of medium rare steak. he’s coughing the next second, and yoongi was handing him his glass of water. the other customers in the restaurant were eyeing them, but yoongi paid no heed. saying ‘babe, how about we adopt a kid’ is probably a bold way to say it. too bold, in retrospect, but when was yoongi never bold? he’s always straight to the point without half-assing things, so it’s not like – anyway.

“what did you say?” jimin asks when the steak is safely chewed. “a-adoption?”

“i’m hurt that you think i’m that slow, babe.” yoongi chuckles, cutting his damn steak like he just didn’t blow jimin’s mind with what he pulled. “but yeah, adoption. you wanted to, right?” he clears his throat when jimin stares on. “you…kept giving hints and–”

“oh my god.” jimin buries his face in his hands, ducking until he’s nearly under the table.

“–i–what? oh my god what? what’s going on?” yoongi stands up, leaning over the table to check on jimin. when he reemerges from his initial shock, jimin is crying. yoongi didn’t expect this kind of reaction. he was expecting more of a happy kind of reaction, with jumping and hugging and kissing to be more specific. he didn’t expect jimin to cry in a damn restaurant with their steak half finished. “jimin, hey–”

“i’m so happy,” he says through his tears. they fall down endlessly, and wiping them away was kind of useless but jimin was batting at his face left and right. “oh my god i’m sorry, i just–”

“hey, hey, calm down.” yoongi rounds the table, taking out his handkerchief and wiping gently at jimin’s face. they’re silent for a couple of minutes as jimin’s sobs die down. their steak is long forgotten, but yoongi honestly doesn’t care.

“thank you. this is the best present you can give me, yoongi. thank you. ah shit why am i like this?” jimin stands up, hugging yoongi tightly right there in the middle of a fancy fine-dining restaurant yoongi somewhat found. it’s looking like yoongi proposed or something, because the people from the nearby tables are congratulating them, pictures are being taken. yoongi should be alarmed, but he long gave up on giving a fuck about strangers who think that their relationship is a bad thing.

“ah, really?” yoongi had the gall to ask. cocky shit. “but this isn’t the only present you’re getting.

jimin breaks the hug abruptly, squinting his eyes for emphasis. “min yoongi–”

“if you want to go back home right now and not finish this bloody steak, i can give you your present. and no, it’s not what you think.” damn, it really wasn’t sex, although that can be arranged. 

-

“oh…oh my god, yoongi–”

it wasn’t a present for jimin, per se, because he couldn’t possibly fit his feet into shoes smaller than his palm. and his palm is damn small.

everything that crossed jimin’s mind is too overwhelming to take in but he did anyway – he thought about the years he was estranged from his family because he chose yoongi, he thought about their approval because yoongi proved himself that he’s nothing but a good lover, he thought about how yoongi was the best thing to ever happen to him, he thought about the best nine years of his life, he thought about the following years to come. with yoongi. with their future…child.

the same pair of baby shoes that jimin found at the department store nearly a year ago was cradled in his hands. he was staring at them with glassy eyes and a warm heart, and yoongi thought this is probably the best thing he did for jimin – not the other things he did before, not all the fucking he gave, not the food he put on the table, not all the material gifts, not the stunts he pulled during their previous anniversaries – but this, the gift of family. their own family.

and that’s how yoongi remembered, all those years ago, jimin mentioned that someday, he wants a family of their own. he wasn’t sure when, but it’s a distant memory of when they used to stay up all night talking and talking, declaring their love for one another. feeling.

“i’m never gonna top this gift.” yoongi says, pulling jimin out of his baby-shoes trance. “am i right or am i right.”

“you are very right.” jimin chuckles, putting the shoes back in the box. he winds his arms around yoongi’s neck, breathing his scent of home and comfort. “thank you, really. i’m the happiest man there is.”

“you are very wrong.” yoongi objects, pulling jimin down the couch with him. “because it’s me.”

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at some point in his life, jimin is seriously going to be the death of min yoongi. today is almost that day.

“fuck,” 

their bathroom is the nicest part of their house – marble and gold surrounding everything. it’s spacious and the bathtub is huge, the shower stall is massive, the toilet seat has a damn warmer and everything. it’s sleek, it’s beautiful, and now…

“the fuck is this?” yoongi turns back to jimin, a chuckle on his lips as jimin lazily smiles at him from the doorway. “i thought yesterday was date night?”

“but you passed out on me last night.” jimin reasons, sauntering towards yoongi in that damn red silk robe. his chest is beautifully exposed. yoongi is beginning to heat up. 

he turns back to the set up – the water in the tub is a light shade of pink, and some rose petals are floating. a small, wooden folding table is on the side of the tub, on top of it are two glasses of chilled wine. it smells like flowers, and although yoongi isn’t a fan of that, it must have been jimin’s bath bomb. he’s not complaining, though.

“you’re wearing too much, babe.” jimin clutches at the collar of yoongi’s turtleneck. while jimin prefers him naked most of the time, the turtleneck does something funny to him. yoongi looks so good wearing them – it’s jimin’s favorite part of autumn. 

fast forward five minutes later, yoongi is naked in the tub, sighing in contentment as the warm water defrosts his freezing ass. jimin is still standing there, watching as yoongi sinks into the pink water. he looks so hot like that – with his head thrown back and his arms raised back perched on the top of the tub.

jimin makes a show of untying the knot of the robe, like he always does. he makes eye contact with yoongi as he lets the robe slide down his body. it was seriously nothing, it’s just a robe falling down, but jimin makes everything so erotic and yoongi’s cock jumps up in excitement. as always.

“that affected?” jimin teases, easing into the water. he carefully sits down on his hunches in front of yoongi, their faces several breathes apart.

“when am i not?” yoongi retorts back as he leans forward to kiss the smile off of jimin’s lips.

they make out nice and slow, the heat of the water and their bodies a calming presence towards the start of winter. yoongi was out later the normal today, and jimin missed him dearly, even if it’s just about two hours overtime for the older.

“your lips tastes like strawberry.” yoongi murmurs, cupping jimin by the jaw to lick a flat tongue against the younger’s swollen lips. jimin moans. and yoongi does it again.

at some point, jimin breaks the kiss and turns around to recline back at yoongi’s chest. they sip at their wine as they talk about their days, the weather, about the beef sale at the supermarket tomorrow. yoongi notes that they’re out of coffee, and jimin answers back with ‘that’s the only thing you remember!’

with the wines gone and the water getting cold, jimin turns around again and braces his hands against the edge of the tub, rutting his aching dick against yoongi’s. there wasn’t anything like ‘hey, can we have sex now?’ but there’s no need to, both of them knowing that they’re going to do it anyway at some point.

jimin rocks his hips, their cocks brushing and the smooth slide is not enough because jimin likes the friction, but they have no other choice.

yoongi leans back as jimin secures himself on his lap. yoongi holds him down by his waist as he laves at jimin’s nipples, knowing full well that jimin can’t get off without it.

and then jimin is sinking down on his cock. it catches yoongi off-guard. “fuck– jimin–”

there was no resistance, jimin sliding down until he’s fully seated. “ah ah–” he whines, stilling for a second and then he’s bouncing at a slow pace. “i…i fucked myself a while ago. with the black dildo.” fuck, it’s the biggest one he owns. “made myself cum twice, but i still want your–ah!–cock, baby please…” 

yoongi groans, marking jimin’s bare neck as he meets the younger boy’s thrusts.

“s-shit, you naughty boy.” yoongi growls, biting at jimin’s chest until they’re blooming pink. “fuck yourself on my cock. come on, baby.”

jimin doesn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on yoongi’s cock. the stretch is nice, that black dildo giving him all the prepping that he needed. the water is sloshing everywhere, but that’s the least of their concerns right now.

“oh, oh–so good, baby, so good–fuck!” jimin is relentless, never minding the pain as his knee digs into the hard ceramic of the tub. “thought about you all day, your cock, your lips, your hands on me–”

there was a feral grunt as yoongi cants his hips up, hitting jimin’s prostate dead on. his moan echoes in the bathroom. “what else?”

jimin is nearly sobbing, tensing as he’s running after his third orgasm. “y-you, nothing else. i…i thought about you, baby, fuck–ah, please yoongi don’t stop don’t–” jimin comes untouched, a silent moan threatening to tear him apart. the clench around yoongi’s dick makes him come, too, throwing his head back against the edge of the tub. 

they’re silent for a couple of minutes, catching their breaths and calming down. yoongi tilts his head up for another kiss, jimin giving it to him easily. yoongi swallows the rest of jimin’s strawberry balm.

they made a mess on the floor, but that’s seriously a matter to be dealt with later.

“so do i have to keep knocking out every date night to get this?” yoongi asks as jimin makes to get out of the tub.

“this shit is so much work, babe, please–”

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“good morning, sleepy head.” 

it’s a cold day, but the sun is out and as long as it’s out, nothing is gonna stop jimin from his plans today. he litters tiny kisses all over yoongi’s face, slowly bringing said man to life. yoongi groans and turns on his side facing jimin.

“mmwhat? what time is it?” he sleepily asks, blindly reaching out for jimin’s face. he does it every morning; a simple caress to jimin’s cheeks is his way of saying ‘good morning, did you sleep well?’ jimin takes it to heart.

“it’s almost 9. did you sleep well?”

yoongi doesn’t answer him. instead, he asks “what time did you get home last night? don’t remember falling asleep with you here.” 

“it was late. it’s fine, taehyung drove me back.”

“mm, okay.” yoongi pouts his lip, a way of asking for a kiss. jimin indulges him once, twice, before he’s pulling away.

“open your eyes, babe.” he says.

“it’s too early for this, let’s sleep in.”

“no! you have to open your eyes!”

“what? wh–” yoongi did, and boy. he did. “…your hair.” he stares on, a hand reaching out to stroke at jimin’s said hair. “…it’s pink.”

jimin smiles, “mhm! good thing you’re not colorblind.” he giggles when yoongi continues to gape. he’s silent for a while though, so jimin wonders if it turned out bad, but he did triple check that it’s a good shade of pink. “is it that bad? fu–”

“i never thought i’d like this color but i love it now.”

-

breakfast was how it always was – uneventful and peaceful. yoongi takes care of the coffee, and jimin makes breakfast. it was their morning routine.

the menu for this morning is pancakes and sausages. when jimin hands over a plate with a big pancake in front of yoongi, he gapes. 

“happy valentines day!” the blueberries are placed to shape like a heart, and written at the center of the heart with chocolate syrup is ‘i love you’. yoongi was never a valentines day believer before, but jimin makes a big deal out of it every year. four years now to be exact. yoongi laughs, light and airy, as he stands up to press a kiss against jimin’s temple. 

“happy valentines. i love you, too.”

-

a movie was due in order after breakfast, the cinemas quite packed with couples. yoongi doesn’t complain though and follows jimin where he takes him. yoongi has been wanting to watch this movie for a while, and he’s grateful that jimin caught on because he’s been hinting for weeks but their schedules can’t seem to match up. jimin really hated action movies but here they are. it was good though, so the younger enjoyed, much to yoongi’s satisfaction.

yoongi thought that they’ll eat lunch somewhere in the mall since it’s convenient, but jimin takes the wheel and an hour later, they’re in the outskirt of seoul, eating at their favorite bulgogi restaurant at that one rest stop they’ve been when they went on an impromptu road trip headed somewhere. it was an accidental discovery, since they were hungry and running out of gas. but the bulgogi was actually so fucking good that they come back every now and then. today is one of those days.

two hours later finds them at a spa getting a damn good massage that seems to take away all of the physical stress. yoongi didn’t even say anything about wanting to get a massage, but jimin seems to know what’s been going on in his mind.

a couple hours later and they’re shopping for shoes, jimin demanding that he pays for yoongi’s purchase. yoongi doesn’t want to, but jimin insists. in the end, he buys jimin a huge-ass white teddy bear because, hey, it’s valentines. it’s that one day in the year he’s allowed to be cheesy and not get judged. jimin is so happy that he’s going to seriously tear his face in half, but yoongi is, too, so they’re even.

-

“yoongi?”

“hm?”

“did you have fun today?”

the quiet murmur in the restaurant and the low yellow overhead lighting is the perfect dinner setup. jimin looks incredible with how the light softens his features, the wine tastes great, french food is surprisingly not that bad, and yeah, this day was totally the best. “yeah, so much.”

jimin leans back and smiles, squeezing his hands between his thighs. it makes him look incredibly small and somewhere in yoongi’s heart, something throbs.

“thank you. i can’t believe you pull off these things every year and i’m still not used to it yet. but i love it. thank you, jimin.” he leans over the small table and leaves a peck at jimin’s forehead. “happy valentines day.”

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it was late.

yoongi promised he’d be home by eight after a dinner meeting with one of his clients, but it’s already nine and jimin is impatient. a lot, these days. before he went to work, yoongi also promised jimin a good night tonight, and jimin was running out of patience.

jimin decides that yoongi won’t be too angry if he went a head and started without him. although jimin knows his impatience lead him to really surprising circumstances before that included an angry yoongi and sore ass cheeks, he thinks that if it were to happen again, he’ll be ready for it.

jimin removes his clothes slowly, staring at his reflection in the mirror because he knows he looks hot when he strips. 

his shirt goes first, on the floor it goes. he plays with his nipples for a bit, whining at the touch because he’s so fucking sensitive that tugging at his nubs are already making him wet. his hands glide down slowly to his v-line, rubbing at the skin with a sigh. just as he was tugging his shorts down over his ass, the bedroom door opens. jimin whips his head around hurriedly, hands still hooked over his shorts. 

yoongi looks feral, like he always does when jimin does something without him, but there’s a softer look on his face that jimin can’t quite decipher. an apology is about to leave his lips when yoongi takes a step forward, slow, calculated steps as he removes his Balmain cufflinks, his eyes raking down jimin’s body with poorly-concealed lust. jimin honestly thought that yoongi was going to get naked and join him finally, but he loosens his tie and does nothing more. “impatient now, aren’t we princess?” he stops a foot from jimin, hands in his pockets as he commands jimin to fully strip.

jimin does so, feeling a little bit scared because yoongi is never predictable during sex when he’s angry. he throws his shorts away, standing up straight with his head ducked low, hands trying to cover his half-hard but leaking cock. “i’m s-sorr–”

“get on the bed and lie down, princess.” yoongi commands, smooth and dominant that jimin cannot help but to fucking submit.

he climbs on yoongi’s king-sized bed, crawling to the pillows with his pretty ass on display. he turns around carefully, eyes locking with yoongi’s as he lies down on the bed, legs barely spread to leave something to the imagination. (not that yoongi doesn’t know what’s already there)

yoongi stands there for a couple of seconds, just admiring jimin’s everything – his cute pink hair, the mad flush on his cheeks, his thick lips begging to be kissed, his neck waiting to be marked, his barely swollen chest and nipples, his taught stomach, his now hard and leaking cock, his trembling thighs–
“d-daddy, please–”

“what do you want, princess?”

jimin gulps once, licking his lips. “i want daddy to fuck me, it’s been so long–”

“i fucked you three days ago, princess.” yoongi cuts in.

“b-but you promised me a good night tonight, daddy.”

“i did, princess.” yoongi admits, slowly walking towards the bed. “but do you wanna know why daddy is late, princess?” jimin nods twice. “my client was late. he was being a total dick, and he wouldn’t stop talking so i couldn’t hightail out of there.” he gets on the bed, scooting beside jimin with his head propped up on one arm, the other one trailing along jimin’s chest. “daddy is tired. daddy couldn’t fuck you today, princess.”

jimin wants to cry because he’s been waiting for yoongi’s cock all day only to be denied of it now that he’s so fucking turned on. he opts for a whine when yoongi tugs at his nipple.

without warning, yoongi latches his lips onto jimin’s bared neck, laving at the flesh as his hand travels down to tug at jimin’s cock. jimin’s moan catches in his throat, thrashing on the bed just a little at the unexpected tug at his cock.
“daddy’s too tired to fuck you tonight, princess.” yoongi whispers in his ear. “but daddy waited for this all day, too.” he goes on a languid pace, jerking jimin off as the younger boy squirms on the bed, helpless. “i couldn’t wait to touch you.” tug. “hold you.” tug. “kiss you." 

jimin turns his head, catches yoongi’s lips in a wet and filthy kiss. it’s more tongue than their lips tangled together, but jimin doesn’t complain when yoongi lets him suck on his tongue, knowing full well that jimin’s oral fixation is insatiable. jimin breathes after a while, and then he brings his thumb up to his lips, sucking on the finger as yoongi smears his precum down his shaft until it’s wet enough for a comfortable slide. jimin is so fucking wet it’s not even funny. he’s already leaking with just a few of yoongi’s carefully mastered ministrations.  

jimin whines around his thumb, eyes closing as the pleasure slowly builds. yoongi continues to suck on the spot behind jimin’s ear as he jacks jimin off, slow and steady, building the pleasure just how jimin likes it.

"you this wound up, princess? have you been waiting all day for me?” yoongi’s breath is hot in jimin’s ear, tickling the younger a little but it’s nothing with the pleasure threatening to split himself in half at this point.

jimin moans, loud and raw, his thumb dropping from his mouth when yoongi digs a finger in jimin’s slit. “ohhh, daddy–yes! yes! i’ve been waiting all day, ahh, please–”

yoongi is feeling generous tonight, head dropping from his sore arm, into jimin’s neck. he fastens his pace, feeling jimin’s orgasm coming with the way jimin’s stomach clenches, his thighs tense, his breathing coming out in short pants. “come on, princess, come long and good for daddy.”

“ah!” the first spurts of cum are short, and then they’re bursting out in thick strings. “oh, oh, oh!” jimin’s whole body is tense as yoongi jacks him off through his orgasm.

it always takes jimin a while to come around, staring into the distance as yoongi rubs soothing circles on his chest. a couple of minutes pass when jimin finally calms down, turning around to stare at yoongi with wide, glassy eyes. it’s going to take a while before he’s out of his subspace, though, but yoongi doesn’t mind. he’s always adored jimin in his subspace, which is like…all the time. 

jimin noses along yoongi’s jaw, wanting to climb on top of yoongi but he doesn’t, not wanting to ruin yoongi’s suit with his cum messed up all over his stomach. “thank you, daddy.”

“mmm,” yoongi hums, fingers playing with jimin’s bubblegum pink hair. he loves it, thinks it suits jimin better than any hair color he’s had in the past.

“but i need to make daddy feel good, too…” jimin suggests, hands carefully clinging onto the hem of yoongi’s pants.

“do you, now?” jimin nods, eyes ready, wide and innocent. yoongi thinks he knows what’s going to go next, and he’s seriously not complaining. “then go for it, princess.”

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it was a gift from his dad, the car. a pretty little thing passed down from his grandfather, maintained clean and fully-functioning down to the last bolt.

yoongi strolls in the driveway in his 1953 Cadillac Eldorado, top down, his left arm propped up the door with his right hand on the steering wheel. he looks hot when he does that, been told by so many girls in school. he makes a turn, parks the car right into the huge garage turned into a car wash shop, and smirks at him while tonguing on the inside of his cheek. his ray ban aviators are slipping down his nose, not that he minds. jimin doesn’t need to be literally bright to shine in yoongi’s eyes.

beep beep. “hey there hot stuff.” yoongi wasn’t subtle about all the ways he’s checking jimin out in his tight, white tank top and booty shorts, no.

jimin fights a smile with a huff, playing hard to get as always. he rolls his eyes, makes a show as he slowly walks to the hood on yoongi’s car, propping himself up on his arms as he asks, “what do you need?” there’s way too much space between them, so yoongi gets out, throws his shades somewhere in his car and walks to jimin.

“you know exactly what i need, sugarplum.” he never runs out of cute lil’ nicknames to call jimin, and jimin pretends he doesn’t like every single one. the younger crosses his arms over his chest, muscles rippling with the action, but all yoongi ever did was stare at his face, his lips. “aren’t you going to give yoonie a lil’ lovin’?”

"you’re gross.” jimin says, huffs, but pecks yoongi’s lips anyway. but yoongi isn’t buying it. 

he hooks an arm around the small of jimin’s back and keeps him there, kisses him a little longer, tongue probing his lips a little sweeter. jimin breaks off after a while, gently pushing at yoongi’s chest.

“stop, yoonie, i need to get to work.” jimin whines cutely, pouting at yoongi’s smirk before he turns away to get the supplies. yoongi smacks his ass once, and jimin gasps, pretending to be violated when he really is not, not by one bit. “naughty boy.” and he struts away, a small smile on his lips.

it really wasn’t a professional car wash by any means. jimin works there alone, still using a damn hose and a damn sponge and all to clean cars. it’s hard labor, especially when the only other car wash is closed and everyone decided their cars were all dirty that day. but yoongi enjoys it – enjoys seeing jimin dress up in booty shorts and tight-fitting tank tops to combat the summer head, always wet and always covered in suds. he looks adorably hot, and yoongi just really, really likes what he sees. 

(“i only dress up like this when i know you’re coming!” jimin said once when yoongi asked him if he wears it all the time. apparently jimin wears a tshirt and beach shorts on the regular, but of course he likes it when he can literally see yoongi trying to control his boner several feet away.)

he goes to work, hosing the slightly dusty car down before he’s lathering up the sponge, creating bubbles. he makes a show of scrubbing the car clean, purposely letting himself stick to the car so he’s partially wet, bending down at the waist to jut out his ass, and jimin knows yoongi is watching. he’s watching him, alright, with hooded eyes with parted legs, leaning back on the chair as he stares jimin down, several naughty images already running in his head.

jimin hoses down the car again to get rid of the suds, wetting himself a little with cute little ’oops’ that’s definitely riling yoongi up. his shirt is a little wet and sticking to his skin, as his shorts continue to slide up when he bends down. there’s nothing left to the imagination anymore, and yoongi’s jsut hanging on for his dear life, trying hard not to fuck jimin against the hood of his precious car.

when jimin is done wiping down the last remaining wet spots, yoongi snaps, gets up from his seat, only to tug jimin with him, allowing the younger to straddle him. it’s a little weird, feeling how jimin is partially wet and yoongi is completely dry, but he doesn’t really care, not when jimin is immediately leaning down to kiss him.

“yoonie–” he whines into yoongi’s mouth, their lips molding together perfectly just like always. jimin’s mouth immediately opens up for yoongi’s tongue, likes it a little wet and a little heated. “nngh, fuck, want you so bad, yoonie.”

yoongi doesn’t need to say anything, only slides his palms up jimin’s ass from under his shorts, kneading the flesh with his fingers until jimin is whining some more and grinding down on yoongi’s hard dick. yoongi groans, the friction a little too good because it’s been too long. “shit, baby, keep going.

and so jimin grinds down, hips working deliciously, arms around yoongi’s neck as they stare into each other’s eyes, always wanting to keep in intense and romantic. they always flirt like mad, jimin playing hard to get, yoongi always willing to indulge him. but everybody knows they’re untouchable, always wrapped up around each other, acts like a couple even though they haven’t established it quite yet. jimin is yoongi’s number one darling–not that there’s a number two, and yoongi is jimin’s knight-in-shining-Cadillac. it’s a good system, but the sex…

oh the sex is great.

("i want to look into your eyes and hold your hand and i want you to only look at me when you fuck yourself on my cock, or when i fuck into you. i want you tell me what you want always, and i’ll give it to you, baby, i’ll give you everything. i’ll bend you on every surface i see and fuck you so good you’ll be begging me to never stop–”)

“f-fuck, baby, not here.” yoongi gently pushes jimin off, looking at the very open garage door, knowing that any minute someone can catch them here.

“inside, parents are gone–ah, please yoonie, carry me inside.” jimin pleads, and yoongi has been long proven weak to anything jimin asks of him.

they stumble in the living room, yoongi plopping on the couch and jostling jimin so much but they don’t care, they don’t have much time because jimin still needs to be there in case a car rolls in.

yoongi tugs at jimin’s tank top, jimin instinctively raising his hands up so yoongi can take it off, and once it is, yoongi’s hands are all over him. his waist, his stomach, all the the while laving at jimin’s neck, a little salty with sweat but still delicious all the same. jimin is continuously whining on top of him, trying his best to grind down and get that angle. when he does, a wave of pleasure courses through both of their bodies, moaning at the same time. 

yoongi’s head moves down to jimin’s nipples, taking in a nub as he pinches on the other. jimin stays on his spot, grinding and moaning without a halt. “are you gonna come, jiminnie? you gonna come in your lil’ shorts all for yoonie, hm?” yoongi noses at his jaw, his ears, licking at the lobes and it gets a delicious moan from jimin’s lips, hips starting to stutter. 

“ngh, yes, fuck yoonie, touch me please.” he sobs into yoongi’s neck, his breath so hot it’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s nothing yoongi doesn’t like. he snakes a hand down the front of jimin’s shorts, quickly strokes his dick once, twice, thrice, four times, and then jimin is coming with a high-pitched whine directly into yoongi’s ears, loud and wanton and utterly wrecked, just by yoongi’s hand. he spills into yoongi’s hand, hot and sticky.

yoongi lets him calm down for a while, and after that he offers his soiled hand to jimin’s mouth. jimin takes it without hesitation, licking yoongi’s fingers clean while staring directly into his eyes. “fuck, you’re so fucking hot, jiminnie. i could watch you lick my fingers all day.” but they don’t, they makeout instead, a couple more minutes before a car undoubtedly rolls in.

“i gotta get back,” jimin stands up, stretching his legs. he discards his soiled shorts right there, standing in the middle of the living room stark naked and all dirty. he riles yoongi up again for a while, showing off his ass as yoongi stares on, jaw slack, still not used to jimin being like that every once in a while. it drives yoongi mad, it drives him insane, and it drives him possessive.

“fuck, baby.”

jimin giggles, blows a kiss to yoongi’s direction, before turning around to go to his bedroom for some clothes.

“wait!” yoongi stands up, walks towards jimin to kiss him again, slowly with a lot of tongue. jimin moans, just like always, when yoongi kneads at his ass, kneads in hard, kneads with purpose. “your parents out tonight?”

“y-yeah, they’re out of town for a couple days.”

“mhm,” yoongi makes a pleased noise. “then how about we take advantage of that, hm? how about i come back again later, fuck you in your bed, fuck you in your parents’ bed, and fuck you in the kitchen. sound good?” he licks at jimin’s earlobe, an utterly sensitive spot. 

he doesn’t get a no.

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London, some pub, 2:16AM – just some good beer and two Korean tourists.

“what’s your deal, then? being here.” yoongi asks, sipping his beer leisurely as he tries to read the names of the liquor adoring the shelves. they’re all in cursive English and he’s having a hard time.

“planned this a long time ago. you know, he’s cheating on me.”

“woah.”

“the first time he did, i already knew it. but it’s been a year and i’m still here.” jimin is an open guy, and this stranger is no exception. if he happens to be someone who works undercover then jimin is fucked, but something about the man’s sincere eyes and gravelly voice tells jimin that he can trust him. halfway across the world, he meets someone of his own kind, and he can trust him. “i’m selfless, i know.”

“you do realize you’re hurting yourself, right?” the beer is still cold, the night is not as young. the pub is starting to lose customers and patrons but it’s still a long talk.

“not if i love him and he still goes home to me by the end of the day.”

“holy shit.”

“but i’m done. i’m done loving him. and i’m going to start to love myself.”

“that’s good.”

jimin takes a sip of his beer for the third time that night, not that yoongi’s counting. “what about you? why are you here?”

yoongi doesn’t hesitate. if there’s something a foreign country, beer, and early morning can do to someone, it’s honesty. “anniversary trip. but just yesterday i came out to her.”

jimin stares at him for a long time.

“i realized i’m bisexual. she’s not taking it too well. we’ve been together 6 years.”

“that long!?”

“sometimes it’s not about how long you are with someone.”

yoongi is not wrong.

“do you still love her?” jimin asks.

“not when she told me i just wasted my life.”

1 week later, JFK – 3:00AM

“we’re in new york.”

“we’re in new york, indeed.”

“you sure you wanna do this?”

“holiday romance with you?” jimin laughs, hands clutched tight between yoongi’s. “i guess love at first sight really does exist.”

yoongi’s smile is small and soft, but fond nevertheless. 6 years, 1 week, he doesn’t really care. but 6 years worth of adoration for his ex-girlfriend is nothing compared to a week of budding love to a boy he met at a pub in a foreign country. 

“yeah, they do, i think.” jimin is busy looking around the airport. yoongi is busy looking at him.

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“that’s your third redbull, are you sure you’re down for coffee? in the evening?”

“fuck calculus. i study music.”

jimin tries very hard to muffle his laughter behind the bubblegum pink and mint green swirl of his big, fluffy cotton candy but to no avail. yoongi sees his gorgeous smile right in between where the spiderweb-like threads don’t meet. it’s halfway done, jimin has a sweet tooth, and yoongi feels full just seeing his smile.

“you’re going to get cavities eating that thing.”

“and you’re going to have a heart attack.”

“…touche.”

they’ve been walking around for the entire day, legs beginning to tire out from today’s festivity. jimin’s bag is already full of polaroids, and yoongi’s memory card is only going to accept three more pictures on about 20% battery. it was a fun day. yoongi enjoyed the music, jimin enjoyed the crowd. somewhere in between the stench of sweat and a lot of foreign millennials around with little to no clothing, yoongi found happiness in the way jimin’s smile never left his face the entire day, basking in the thrill and the music and the way he feels so alive after a week of grueling finals. yoongi’s finals were shit, but at least one of them is happy. he’s never been happier, to be honest, that their friends ditched them just because it’s nearly forty fucking degrees outside. he can’t complain though, with jimin’s tank top and shorts, snapback backwards to prevent his bangs from sticking to his forehead. don’t forget those round shades he likes so much. oh, yoongi couldn’t fucking complain.

jimin spends his one last polaroid on the purple-pink and orange sunset, yoongi spends his last remaining shots on jimin taking the photo and while he turns around to turn to yoongi. from the eye of a passerby, it kind of looks picturesque–the love that flows but neither of them knows it.

the last song is a cheesy one, a sweet r&b song. the female singer’s voice is nice. it reminds jimin of yoongi’s friend in one of his subjects. her name is suran and she’s amazing. jimin likes her a lot. the rapper sounds generic, but the song is nice and his flow is neat and jimin finds himself singing along to the second chorus, waving his hands in the air because this is honestly the best. day. ever. yoongi thinks so, too.

“this song is nice.” yoongi blurts out of the blue as he bops his head to the beat. 

“right?” jimin turns to him once, hands still in the air with a big smile on his face. 

yoongi doesn’t have a very photographic memory, that’s why he likes taking pictures. he wants to remember what he sees forever, and the way the sunset casts a pretty glow around jimin’s entire being is something yoongi wants to etch permanently in his mind. jimin is still singing along, and yoongi is quick to swipe to his camera to take a few shots of this very moment.

jimin frowns right after, but not with a shy smile as he turns back to the artists on stage. yoongi doesn’t. he couldn’t give a single flying shit to anything right now.

with his heart thudding a mile per minute, he gently reaches for jimin’s hand. “hey…”

yoongi grips, jimin grips back, and god bless him because he doesn’t pull away when  yoongi slots their fingers together. “hey yourself.”

“i wanna tell you something.”

“shoot.”

yoongi looks at him right in the eyes, something he’s been doing a lot the past few months. “this is the best day of my life so far.”

jimin is trying to hide the squeal he’s been holding off for the whole damn day. he steps closer, something about wanting to hear yoongi clearly from all the unwanted noise. if that’s really the case, then yoongi doesn’t step back, steps closer, in fact. “yeah? how so.”

“i guess this is our first date.”

“first–”

“date. i wanna take you out on a date.”

“yoongi…”

yoongi goes for it, the man that he is, slowly but surely, when he’s sure jimin isn’t going to pull away. the first touch of lips are a bit dry, but just as yoongi was going to make a move, jimin beats him to it, and then it goes a little wild, goes a little soft. people are staring but they couldn’t have asked for the perfect first kiss that’s a little overdue.

if you ask yoongi the meaning of happiness, several years ago it would be him making music on his beat up toshiba laptop with cup ramyeon on the side. right now it’s having what’s to be his life in his arms giving back love yoongi doesn’t even think he deserves. they don’t say much about what they feel for each other, but they’re pretty sure everything is damn well mutual with the way jimin hugs him tight around his neck, a smile hidden in yoongi’s neck when the american guys around them holler. yoongi understands the ‘get a room, lovebugs’. he flips the guys off once with a big ass smile before he drags jimin out of the venue.

“let’s go.” 

with their hands tight around each other, it’s quite impossible for jimin not to follow.

“where to?” jimin asks as he catches up to walk beside yoongi.

“somewhere only we know.”

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a lot can happen in a touch; a hitch of breath, heartbeat skipping, a burst of feeling within. it settles on jimin’s stomach like how honey settles with water; slowly, sweetly, surely, like a blanket of warmth. he will never get used to the feeling of yoongi’s hand in his, may it be a finger, a press of this thumb, and in this case, yoongi’s pinky linked with his. no matter how small and distant it may be, jimin gains a few more grains of love in his system.

what he doesn’t know is, with yoongi, it’s tenfold. 

it feels natural, like they’ve been doing it all their lives, but at the same time, there’s always that feeling–like it’s the first time. 

when the director yells ‘cut!’, after they’ve said their thanks, changed into more comfortable clothes, they all huddle back to the van, high on the incoming comeback. it’s always a surreal feeling–namjoon and hoseok are on something at the head of the group, seokjin is messing with taehyung and jungkook as always, and jimin lingers beside yoongi, basks in the silent company.

namjoon calls dibs on shotgun, while the rest of them sit on the nearest seats leaving yoongi and jimin at the back of the van.

most of the chatter died down, an hour of talking wearing them down. it was time for the day to end, and everyone quietly dozes in front of them, yoongi reaches for jimin’s hand again. not for the first time, but it sure does feel like it. 

in the dim light of the van, jimin turns to yoongi and smiles, moving his hand a bit so it intertwines with yoongi’s bigger ones, a perfect fit despite being the opposites. jimin turns his whole body then, sliding towards yoongi, closer to home. he rests his head on a broad shoulder, yoongi’s head meeting his in a sweet touch. it’s quiet, save for seokjin’s DS, but it’s ideal like this–a touch of their hand, the sound of beating hearts, and ‘good job! even better than mama!’

“you excited?” yoongi asks, a low drawl of his voice that jimin felt it against him. “i can feel it.”

“you bet.” jimin responds, chuckling lightly when yoongi’s thumb do that thing wherein he swipes the single finger back and forth against jimin’s. “i’m always excited. i love performing.”

“i know, love.”

jimin pulls his head back, always caught off-guard whenever yoongi pulls the ‘love’ card on him. it works every time. yoongi can’t see his blush, but he’s certain that it’s there, hidden somewhere in between jimin’s natural blush. 

“stop calling me that when we’re–”

in the lethargic feeling that overtakes yoongi, and in a split second he’s leaning in and kissing jimin. softly, slowly, as if he’s giving jimin the chance to back off if he wants to. but he doesn’t, stays still as yoongi leans in carefully only to catch that hitch in jimin’s breath. satisfaction. yoongi’s lips latches onto the jut of jimin’s lower lip–always there, like a soft claim he did long ago. it’s always a pleasure for the both of them, because jimin’s lips are made to be yoongi’s, and somehow jimin just gives it to him a hundred and ten percent more. 

jimin goes pliant with a slow swipe of a tongue, mouth opening slightly to accommodate more of yoongi’s prodding, as a hand on his waist warms him that they still can’t take it further. yoongi reduces him into a mess within seconds, yet finds a way to still ground him while he’s at it. it’s amazing how jimin feels powerless in yoongi’s hold yet he lets him do whatever he pleases because he knows yoongi will give him nothing short of what he always wants.

when they break, it’s to the van slowly going to a stop in front of their apartment, the guys slowly starting to wake up from their naps. yoongi leaves one last kiss on jimin’s hand before they go, knowing for sure that they’re about to crash and do their own thing once they’re back inside. jimin gives him a charming smile in return, and yoongi pockets it in his mind, enough fuel to let him sleep peacefully tonight as he dies of anticipation for their comeback. 

“i’ll text you later.”

“you’re literally in the next room, hyung. stop being so clingy.”

“fine, you won’t get to sleep without my good night texts then.”

“…you’re right. text me.”

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It's late. Terribly late. Practice was going smooth, but they still need to polish the steps in order to sync properly. They've run through the choreography a total of twenty two times in one day and frankly, they don't need no more polishing. Seonduk-ssaem just has a keen eye.

It was, surprisingly, Namjoon who takes off first, been wanting to since noon. Hoseok immediately follows, knowing the choreo by heart he can do it in his sleep. Seokjin is no good either, Jeongguk and Taehyung already cuddling up to him in their tiredness. 

It was Yoongi who always stays back, always wants a few moments of peace and quiet in his studio before following them home. The other five trail out, unaware that Jimin had stayed back. 

They find their sanctuary on Yoongi's couch, as always. That couch has seen many things, among them are their body and their dicks, lust and love in between. It was their safe haven, with the double doors and the passcode that Yoongi had been adamant to install once he had the money.

"It's too late, baby. Why are you still here?" Yoongi asks, drags his words out in his fatigue. He's sweaty, but that couch caught worse substances that Yoongi doesn't even care about it anymore. He probably needs to buy a new one but he's too attached to it.

"I'm here...because..." Jimin starts off shy, like always. No matter how comfortable he is with Yoongi whenever they're all together, Jimin still lacks the courage to initiate sex. It's all brand new to him, but Yoongi thinks he's adorable like that. They've talked about it before, how they need to voice out their wants. Yoongi doesn't mind a lot of things and he just wants Jimin to do whatever he pleases as long as they're both okay with it. 

Jimin follows Yoongi down the couch, sitting beside him quietly as Yoongi stares on. He drapes one arm on the backrest, telling Jimin to scoot closer even if they're both really gross from an entire day of practice. 

"Hyung..." Jimin sighs, Yoongi's hand automatically massaging his nape. Jimin gulps once, starting to feel the arousal from Yoongi's hands alone. It's insane how he's easily wound up. "C-can we make out?" He's reaching out to Yoongi's shirt, damp with sweat and making Jimin think about nasty things. He's tracing small patters on Yoongi's chest, small fingers feeling his boyfriend up.

"Of course, baby. You don't have to ask me that." Yoongi chuckles, tired and endeared, because until now Jimin still asks him that. He doesn't know why though. Jimin's especially clingy today, with the younger always looking for ways to touch him. Oh how the tables have turned. 

It was Jimin who latches on first, mouth already opened and Yoongi just knows he's been wanting it all day. Sometimes, Yoongi knows why. On some days, he's not really sure. Today is one of those days, but it's not that he's complaining. Somehow, Jimin touches his chest a lot. 

During lunch break, Jimin followed him to the bathroom only to kiss him senseless and feel his pecs. That morning, Yoongi woke up to Jimin on his bed nuzzling at his chest. Right now, Jimin is slowly making his way down, kissing at Yoongi's cheeks, his neck, his jawline, his neck. Yoongi feels it, loves when it's Jimin getting all touchy with him. He keeps a gentle hand on the back of Jimin's head, careful not to tug too hard because Jimin hates it.

But somehow, Yoongi misses the feeling and Jimin's lips weren't there anymore. He goes lower, Yoongi thinking that it's all leading to his cock in Jimin's mouth but the surprise of his life is apparently Jimin's tongue on his nipples through his fucking shirt.

"F-fuck-- Jimin--" He moans, loving the feeling more than he should. He's never had his nipples played with, licked like that, and he never imagined it would be this good. Jimin looks up to him in horror, apparently forgetting to get Yoongi's agreement on this. His eyes are wide and apologetic, and Yoongi feels kind of bad. He cradles Jimin's head in his hands. "No, no, baby I--"

"Hyung, I'm sorry!" Jimin pleads, but Yoongi gets his point across in quick successions. 

"No, no, baby. I loved it. It felt really good. Do it again, hm? It's okay." He runs his fingers across Jimin's cheeks, calming Jimin down. It works like magic, because Jimin is leaning down once more, tongue out, flat against Yoongi's nipple and then he moves. "O-oh, fuck, Jimin--"

Jimin shifts, getting into a more comfortable position on top of Yoongi. He wiggles his tongue in tight circles, occasionally sucking on them as his fingers play with the other one underneath Yoongi's stupid white shirt.

Yoongi isn't very vocal during sex, Jimin knows it, but somehow this got him going, head thrown back in quiet moans. His shirt was still in the way, but he loved it. He loves how Jimin just went for it. Yoongi knew it's probably in his mind all day, hence all the attention on his pecs. 

"God, baby you're so good." Even like this, he still knew how to make Jimin feel good. He might be the one being pleasured, but he still has room to make his baby good too. Such a good boy. "You make hyung feel so good."

Jimin sucks a harsh one, making Yoongi hiss, and he smiles up at Yoongi as he pushes his shirt up all the way. Jimin nips at the meat of Yoongi's pecs, leaving tiny kisses and hickeys. When he deemed it's okay for now, he goes back up, head in Yoongi's neck and he fucking ruts.

"Been wanting to do that all day, hyung." He breathes, feeling Yoongi's erection through his sweatpants. Yoongi's hand immediately falls on Jimin's ass, automatically kneads on it.

He chuckles low in his throat, rutting back against Jimin to give them both what they want. "Naughty boy. I kinda knew you were up to something today."

Jimin stops to giggle, resting his head on Yoongi's chest and tries to breathe. He doesn't know where it's coming from, really. The desire sparked up like a sudden flame, and frankly he just wants to put it out. 

"Hyung c-can I..." He pleads, slowly pushing Yoongi's shirt up to eventually discard. Yoongi doesn't complain. He needed to get rid of that shirt anyway. Jimin is gentle as he maneuvers on top, Yoongi nodding a 'go ahead' before the first wet and gentle suck happens.

Yoongi wasn't prepared with how good it feels. He never imagined they will come to this, and he will feel good because of it. Long ago, it wasn't even in his mind, but as Jimin gently sucks on his nipples as they dry hump each other with their pants on, shit quickly flew out of the window.

It feels incredible if he were honest. He cards a hand through Jimin's hair, humping back against his boy, feeling all sorts of exhausted but everything's just too god.

"Fuck, baby your mouth--"

Jimin moans around his nipple, opens his mouth in a silent gasp when their cocks brush just right.

"Hyu--"

That's when Jimin comes, premature and quite embarrassing that he came just from rutting and sucking on Yoongi's nipples. He convulses a tiny bit, always feeling a great amount of pleasure when he finishes. He pants hard against Yoongi's nipple still, damp and raw and well loved. Jimin had the audacity to look sorry, but what Yoongi loved about it is that Jimin still felt good even when he's pleasuring him. It's what matters most after all.  Yoongi only wants Jimin to be happy with whatever it is that they do. 

Jimin comes down from his high eventually, and Yoongi is always there with him when he does so. He looks up, looking straight into Yoongi with hooded eyes. What he meant to say was that he's sorry, but Yoongi knows already, and of course Yoongi won't take it.

"It's okay, baby. I liked it. It's okay. You felt good, too. That's what matters, okay. I can take care of this."

"Hyung, it's not fair. I--"

"Shh, Minnie. Come here and watch me, okay?"

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Five years they’ve been together and yet this is the very first time Jimin thought things will permanently end. With one unfortunate day leading up to a series of anger and mood swings and nasty words they don’t mean, the both of them had started a really messy fight with tears and heart-stopping statements.

Five years together and this feels like the end. 

Yoongi is silently heaving with anger on the other side of the room and Jimin is scared. Yoongi, for the most part, has never gotten angry at Jimin directly. This is the first time and Jimin is scared.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi. I’m sorry. Let’s–let’s not fight anymore. You’re right, I’m sor–”

Jimin has seen every bit of emotion that Yoongi projected over the years Jimin has been with him, but when Yoongi broke down crying as he sunk on the floor, Jimin feels a whole new level of heart break come. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Yoongi never cried. He was upset, sure, but he never cried. 

“Yoongi–”

“No, Jimin. I’m–” He’s heaving pretty bad, fat tears rolling on his face for the first time in forever. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I do this all for you, for us. But I’ve neglected you because of it. I want our own house, I want a functioning car. I want a future with you and I’m just trying to secure it, fuck.” He stands up, knees weak and wobbly. His eyes are watery and blown out. Yoongi carefully walks towards Jimin, kneels down in front of him and grabs his hands. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t know it’ll come to this. I’m sorry I hurt you. But what I do know is that I’d rather fight with you than love someone else.”

Jimin looks up to him, eyes still wet because the tears never stopped. The onslaught of confessions had him crying like mad, brain trying to process everything all at once. “Yoongi pl–”

“I know this is not the perfect time for it but I’m sure there’s no one else for me. We can fight all we want, you can kick me out for a couple of weeks and ignore me for longer than that but Jimin, it’s only you for me. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Yoongi what do you me–”

Jimin never got to ask what he wanted to and suddenly Yoongi is pulling him up abd leading him to their bedroom. Jimin stands in the middle of the room feeling lost and confused. Yoongi crouches down to the last drawer on their night stand. In his hand is a small, red box. Yoongi walks closer.

“Jimin, you’ve owned my heart from the very beginning and damn me if I fool myself enough to love someone who isn’t you.” Yoongi gets on one knee. In front of him, Jimin is getting the shock of his life. It’s pretty unromantic but their relationship has always been imperfect. Jimin never thought that the worst day of his life is also the happiest. “You’re already one with me, baby. I’d never trade what we have for anything. So,” Yoongi opens the small box and a shock of thin diamonds surprise Jimin. It looks expensive. “Jiminnie, will you marry me?”

It takes a short while to process everything, but when he does, Jimin falls down to a heap of crying mess as if it wasn’t already the case. He’s on his knees in front of Yoongi, hands on both sides of Yoongi’s cheeks. “Yes, yes yes–I’ll marry you, Yoongi. I love you so fucking much.”

And what a picturesque scene they make in the middle of their room, angry crying in one minute and an epitome of happiness in the next. 

Yoongi smiles at him, genuine and oh so tender. “I love you more, baby. More than you already know.”

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“Don’t move.”

“Jimin!”

“Please, hyung? Just for a couple of hours. You’d do that, yeah? You’re good at doing that!”

“…I’m not good at doing nothing while holding a pose, Jimin. With a flower crown on my head while nearly naked!”

The giggle that comes with Jimin’s smile is something that Yoongi likes to loop in his head. Somewhere in the crevices of his mind, he likes to think it echoes in his head in his saddest moments. It fills the void most days. It’s mostly Jimin’s smile, or his hands that Yoongi likes to discreetly hold in his on the most random occasions.

“You can move every now and then, but just hold that pose. Pleeeaaase? For me, hyung? I’ll treat you right after this!” Jimin’s pout is lethal, something that Yoongi tried very hard to ignore since day one. A couple of years later, he realized it’s a losing battle, how he always, always succumbs to Jimin’s every plea. He sighs, finally holding the pose, and Jimin beams in delight.

Arts and medicine don’t usually go with each other. A bunch of drunk kids dressed as a mixing palette mysteriously found themselves in Yoongi’s frat house during Halloween two years ago and now he and Jimin are nearly inseparable—from the way they have each other’s habits, to Yoongi’s penchant for holding Jimin’s hand, not to mention the way they look at each other as if they bear the stars in their eyes.

Jimin is doing his best, Yoongi knows it, from how his eyebrows are hunched together in concentration. His grip on the paintbrush is faint, dainty, like how he usually does when he’s at ease. He grips it tighter when he’s painting out of stress. Yoongi wonders what got him so calm. If you were to ask him, his heart is going a mile per minute being in this situation. To him, Jimin is beautiful in whatever he does, whatever circumstance. Sometimes Yoongi wants to tell him just that.

“So are you just gonna ignore me for the next two, three hours?”

Jimin’s reply come in a beat late. “You can talk, of course. I don’t mind. I just have too many details in mind that I need to put here.”

From where Yoongi lies, everything seems to zoom in on Jimin and the hundred million butterflies that took shelter in his stomach.

Years ago, he wouldn’t even think that he’d fall in love with a reckless art student, more so someone that kind of forced his way into his tiny, bitter heart that knows nothing but pain. If anyone ever told him how he seems happier and more forgiving for the past year until now, he’d give them a smile and a shrug.

Initially, it was all in good fun. Jimin and his posse were weird but fun kids. His and Yoongi’s group of grad student friends bonded quiet well after that whole Halloween fiasco and now that he thinks about it, he really wouldn’t be sane if Jimin wasn’t there to ground him and lift him off of his thoughts. It was more of emotional dependence, and that’s quite scary for Yoongi, but there was something that he liked about it, how he shared his heart with someone after years of trying to isolate himself from the company of another person. What’s good about it is that Jimin seems to like it too, and Jimin makes it a mission to always, always ask Yoongi about his day, what he ate, what he learned in med school that day.

“What are you thinking about, hyung?” Jimin asks after a while. Yoongi didn’t even realize they’ve been quiet for quite a while now as he was so deep in his thoughts.

“Do you really wanna know what I’m thinking about?” Yoongi’s eyes are hazy, like he can sleep there any minute, but his mouth keeps moving and somehow Jimin programs his thoughts to listen carefully to what Yoongi is going to say. His hands stop mid-stroke, eyes locked with Yoongi’s.

“I always want to know, hyung.”

Well, Yoongi thinks, here goes nothing.

“You’re beautiful.” He sees the way Jimin’s breath hitches, like a subtle thing you’ll only see when you pay attention. His lips part slightly, eyes widening just a tad, grip on his paintbrush faltering ever so lightly. “You’ve always been. The moment I saw you in that stupid Halloween costume.”

“Hyung—“

“I hold your hand because I don’t know how not to. I’ve always been fascinated by it, and how sometimes you’re mine for a couple of seconds.”

Jimin eyes search his, all unshed tears and clumsy movement. They look like tiny diamonds in the distance, something that Yoongi noticed long ago when he tries his best to hold eye contact with the younger boy. “Your eyes, I love them. I sometimes feel like I can see the entirety of you when you look at me, or smile at me, like you only see me and no one else.”

“Hyung, why are you saying the—“

“Jimin.” Yoongi interrupts, chest heaving with emotions while still maintaining his pose. He looks a little bit ridiculous in his mesh outfit and fake flower crown, but it doesn’t matter right now. “You should know that I never wanted this in the first place. We had a good run. We still have a good run. You’re my best friend, and I don’t think my life will be the same without you. And I think I’m fucking in love with you.”

Out of all the stupid things that Yoongi did in the past, this definitely took the cake. In hindsight, he feels a sense of satisfaction upon doing it, like how he heard ‘speak now, or forever hold your peace’ in every wedding that he’s been to all his life. It’s liberating, how Jimin already knows, but it’s scary, like how Jimin fucking knows he’s in love with him. But as much as Yoongi is scared, he’s still sure, and his life might be full of regrets, but Jimin isn’t one of them in the long run.

“Hyung…”

“You’re like an old habit, Jimin. It feels like you’ve been with me forever. And I just want to tell you that before it’s too late for me, before I regret not telling you, too.”

Their friends knew it before they even did—that was something they always made a point to tell them. You two are so in love, they’d always tell them. Yoongi will take it to heart. Jimin will shrug it off with a smile. Somewhere and some nights when the stars are idle and the streets are nothing but a distant sound, the two of them are up having a conversation that won’t leave the bedroom. It’s something personal that feels a lot like home. At 2, 3am , Jimin finds himself falling asleep to the tune of Yoongi’s deep timbre, and Yoongi feels the hug of Jimin’s warmth beside him. They’re each their own kind, but they’ve become an entity now. Yoongi and Jimin. Jimin and Yoongi. It was natural for love to grow where they watered. Yoongi was just a little bit ahead.

Jimin puts his paintbrush down, not once breaking Yoongi’s gaze.  He gets up from his stool and makes his way to Yoongi. Only then does he tell Yoongi to move, taking the flower crown off in the process.

“You love me?” Jimin asks in a small, uncertain voice. He stretches his arms out, urging Yoongi to take his hands as Jimin carefully settles on his lap. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Most nights in Yoongi’s room find them entangled in friendly cuddles, or Jimin casually splayed on Yoongi’s chest as they watch a movie. Yoongi doesn’t mind, and Jimin’s warmth has always been home. Except now, the weight of Yoongi’s words settle around them like a light halo, and Jimin has never felt more comfortable being in Yoongi’s space until now.

“I do. I love you.” Yoongi’s hands reach for his waist, a comforting presence in their rather tense confrontation. Jimin settles his arm around Yoongi’s neck, their foreheads pressed together, and even without saying anything, Yoongi knows Jimin all too well to know that this it’s not just him who feels that way.

“Finally.”

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"yoongi..."

five years ago, if somebody told jimin he'll have his heart broken by his first love, he wouldn't dare talk to that rude senior that taehyung knows out of common friends.

"hey, jimin-ah. long time no see!"

he thought they had it going. they had it going good. yoongi gave jimin his first kiss, his first bathroom blowjob. yoongi took jimin's virginity on a lonely new years eve when they were both stuck in seoul due to a bad blizzard. yoongi kissed and kissed and kissed jimin that day, whispered words of love in his ears. 'we're okay', he told him. jimin, in his 21 years of living, never felt that loved before. and yoongi loved him so good.

"...yeah. seven years, hyung."

what started out as snobbish study sessions with friends turned into friendly study sessions alone. it evolved into 'grab dinner with me', to 'meet me at the cafeteria at 12', to 'come down, i have coffee for you'. a year after knowing each other is 'i love you', 'be mine, jimin-ah', and 'i won't hurt you, not when i'm still alive'. jimin fell exactly in that trap, but yoongi treated him like no one else ever did. he wasn't exactly lying. 

"too long, huh? i...missed you."

yoongi loved him dearly, couldn't let go of him like a child too attached to his blanket. jimin was the sunset yoongi always looked forward, the sleep at the end of a tiring day. but jimin was also the sunrise that powered yoongi every waking moment. they were odd, perfectly so. in other ways, it was the perfect love story to tell their future grand kids. but perfect doesn't really last these days now, does it? there's something that has to be in the way. 

"i..."

he got some job. los angeles. big producers. there were talks of atlantic records, one step closer to jay-z, powerhouse names in the industry; all because of those three demos he worked so hard for. jimin is proud and he is so happy for yoongi, he really is. but everything has to fall out of place for other things to happen, too. yoongi chose the job, even if there were good offers back at home too. jimin made it terribly clear that he wants yoongi to go, but he also made it terribly obvious that if yoongi did, he'll have to crush jimin's heart. he did. and left jimin with an apology and one last bruising kiss. he set off for a land faraway without the life he once knew, leaving the boy he loves.

"i'm sorry, jimin."

it was a tough period of trying to understand. it was a tough year of trying to keep in touch with yoongi and losing it altogether. jimin moved on with his life with a heavy heart 'til this day. most days, he thinks about if yoongi found a lover that's why he never came back. most days, he thinks about the good life that yoongi is living without him. some days, it's all too much. he cries himself to sleep, and no amount of blind dates and matchmaking can ever compare to what he and yoongi had. he feels sorry for the people wanting the best for him, but they never really knew what he wanted all along.

"why are you here?"

seokjin has a new penthouse in the middle of gangnam. it's big and spacious and expensive; what's expected for a celebrity these days. it's a housewarming party, and jimin came even if he didn't want to, but his old college friends were around and that makes it quite better, but when yoongi shows up right after the party died, jimin started to regret everything. everyone else had retreated to the rooftop. privacy, they said, but jimin is starting to think this was planned all along.

"i kinda always hated the fact that i left what i need in exchange of doing something that'll only get me through."

"lies." jimin stood up, feeling choked up with anger and unwanted emotions. yoongi looks better with age, ethereal even. he shouldn't be saying shit if he didn't mean it, and jimin doesn't need any of it. not now. not ever.

"i stayed for seven years feeling empty, jimin. it was dumb of me to stay that long while i was unhappy." yoongi reasons out. he's clutching on a lone burberry bag. he's dressed casually in a turtleneck and jeans. his hair is black. jimin wants to punch him and hug him at the same time. at this rate, his heart is just fooling him. "i don't know why i did that. i don't know why i thought i'll be happy that way. i fucking fooled myself all along."

pride is an ugly thing. if yoongi thought staying there drowning in regret was a good thing, well, he was very wrong. he made money, yes. he gained famous friends with his broken english. he got praised a lot for his work ethic. they used his songs. he was getting some articles. but at the end of the day, he will still curl up on his bed and cry himself to sleep. there wasn't a 'good morning, hyung!' text when he woke up. there wasn't a 'good night, i love you!' text before he went to bed. no jimin to hug, no jimin to kiss. he thought he'll get over it. routine is key, but old habits die hard for yoongi. he learns that the hard way.

"so are you just gonna show up here and think i'll forgive you?"

yoongi puts his bag down carefully, trying not to break down in ugly tears. he's seeing jimin for the first time in seven years, and his instincts tell him to hug him, kiss him, tell him how much he means to you.

"no." he takes tentative steps towards the couch where jimin is, searching jimin's eyes for something he could know. "i know you won't. but we never really heard what we have to say."

"i think you made it clear when you left me."

"i know, jimin. i know you'll never forgive me for what i did, but i'm trying again. i want to make it right this time." yoongi goes down to a kneel in front of him, and the first touch on his knee sends jimin into overdrive. yoongi is touching him, he's real and he's back. it wasn't as if jimin stopped loving him, it wasn't as if he could ever stop loving yoongi. "i'm sorry. i'm back. i won't leave again, i promise. this time, i promise." he pleads. "jimin...i love you. i still love you. there wasn't anyone else. i don't want anyone else. it's always been you."

jimin, in a moment of weakness, finally lets it all out.

the frustration was always there, the sadness enveloped him like an unwanted hug. he thought he's done crying buckets over a love cut too short, but one look in yoongi's teary eyes and suddenly jimin had more tears to cry.

"yoongi, please..."

"i'll do whatever you want, jimin. it's wrong of me to come to you like this, but i'll do whatever it takes. please, just let me."

jimin looks down at the hands clutching his knees, the same hands he used to hold onto. they were part of his strength, part of his pleasure. right now, those same hands want to hold his again. he slowly reaches out for it, his heart clearing in an instant when it touches yoongi's. like coming home, he thinks. fuck the right ethics there are for broken promises. he shouldn't deny his heart of what it wants. yoongi looks up to him desperately with wet eyes.

"buy me flowers, hyung. make it up to me."

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"...come again?" Jimin nearly hisses on the phone as he feels the headache coming up. It's barely six am, Yoongi is sound asleep beside him. He takes a quick glance at the baby monitor and nearly panics when he sees their baby squirm in the crib. It's too early for anything.

"The dresses won't come in 'til later this afternoon; said there's some problem with customs and all that." His secretary, Taehyung, calmly tells him again.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses, loud enough to wake Yoongi up in a fit of anger.

"Jimin it's too early!" He groans, sitting up on the bed as he snatches the phone out of his husband's hand. "For god's sake it's like dawn and I just got in an hour ago! Can you at least get out of the room before you throw a fit?" He's mad pissed, and Jimin doesn't need another reason to be mad so early in the morning. He glares at Yoongi with all his might before he snatches his phone back and heads out.

"Sorry," He closes the door behind him, going back to the phone with Taehyung. "Shit, Tae. Can you call customs and ask them to just give it? We've never had that problem before and they're just a bunch of dresses. Pay them if you need to."

"I'll see what I can do, but the office doesn't open 'til like 8 so can I sleep for a little more?" Taehyung asks, a little cheeky but Jimin knows he's serious. They had a late night a while ago and they're all tired. He gives Taehyung the go signal and hangs up, immediately retreating to Yoonji's room and curling up on the floor beside the crib.

He sighs in frustration. One, he has important fittings later this evening and he has to get everything ready just in case one of his clients wants to come early--that's gonna be Song Hye Kyo, and Jimin doesn't want them to wait any longer if the dresses won't come by in the afternoon. Two, it's not exactly ideal to sleep on a cold carpet, but he can't exactly fit in his daughter's crib, too. He pissed Yoongi off so early in the morning and he knows he can't go back to bed with his husband, not with his pride on the line.

He groans out loud, unaware of the baby monitor that Yoongi has been staring at from the other room, and curls up on the floor so he can go back to sleep. 

-

Jimin remembers sleeping on the floor, but he wakes up on the bed about two hours later with a sore neck and Yoonji still sound asleep beside him. He sees the other lump on the bed facing him, Yoongi still fast asleep with his hideous eye bags and Jimin suddenly wants to punch himself for being such a bad husband and father. His eyes tear up at the sight, remembering this morning's fiasco. It happens way too often now that award seasons are coming up and he's been too busy with his work that he often neglects his little family. Eight months old Yoonji obviously needs much attention, and with Yoongi also working at the studio, it's Jimin's responsibility to take care of his daughter while he works at home. 

He scoots a little closer to his darling angel and kisses her forehead. She and Yoongi and strikingly similar while asleep like this, and Jimin's heart does a double take, swelling with so much fondness. He's missing out a lot, and he wants to be there for the both of them at all times. He wants the year to be over, though, so he can catch up on a lot of things he's been missing. 

Yoongi must have picked him up a while ago and put him to bed. That realization makes Jimin a little bit guilty, because as Yoongi said years and years ago, he'll always be his top priority even if he's being a bitch. They fight a lot now that they're married, now that they have Yoonji, but Yoongi never fails to be the sweetest and most caring husband. Jimin's lucky to have him, yet another part of his mind tells him he doesn't deserve Yoongi. He toys with the idea of being okay and not being good enough, but with the amount of camouflaged love that Yoongi has been showing him for the most part of their relationship, Jimin thinks they deserve each other just right. 

He leans over Yoonji to cup Yoongi's jaw, ever so gently. He places a soft kiss on his husband's cheek, mouthing a very soft I love you against the swollen flesh.

He gets up from the bed eventually, but only after placing his pillow beside Yoonji so she doesn't fall when she rolls over. He quickly goes through his morning routine in the en suite bathroom, thinking about what he should cook for breakfast, if Yoongi will still be pissed when he wakes up. He's got a big problem to face and he can't waste any time. He makes a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast and roasts coffee in the pot for Yoongi later. He scrolls through his emails, still no text from Taehyung and it's nearly 9am, and Jimin still has to interview a new intern so he has an extra hand in the studio. He doesn't look nearly as presentable as he does when he's photographed for events -- sweats and Yoongi's high school basketball shirt just won't do, even if it's just an intern, so he quickly rummages through his wardrobe for something decent to wear before the applicant comes in in under thirty minutes. 

It's gonna be a long day. 

-

"I had to pay a hefty amount to the OIC. For some fucking dresses, Jimin. I nearly asked him if I can just suck his--"

"Okay, enough." Jimin puts out a hand dramatically, immediately stopping Taehyung from what he was about to say. All that matters it's that it's past noon and the dresses are safe in the studio and they can fix it all up before the clients start coming in. "I don't wanna hear your stories, Tae. At least not when I'm problematic and sober."

"Touche." Taehyung whisks away all the Ellie Saabs in one hand, and all the Miumiu in another. He shouts an excited Yoonji-yah! to his favorite niece when he passes by her playpen. The little girl blinks at him twice and giggles. Taehyung's her favorite uncle after all. "You're so cute." He crouches down by her side when he's finished hanging all the dresses. He gives her a big smooch and a funny face which Yoonji doesn't find funny at all. Taehyung walks away with a pout. "So...how's...you and Yoongi-hyung?" He asks tentatively, not wanting to rile Jimin up again. To his surprise, Jimin reacts calmly.

"We're...okay? After I hung up I went to Yoonji's room and slept on the floor but I woke up on the bed so I guess he's...he's..." Jimin stares into the distance dreamily. He's always so enamored by his husband, no matter how many times they fight these days. "I mean. Yeah, we're okay."

"You're so fucking smitten." Taehyung cackles madly as he unloads the last dresses to hang on the rack. "Gonna give Yoonji another sibling after this?"

"Tae!" 

It's then that Yoongi comes into the studio with a cup of coffee in hand, half naked, and with the sexiest bed hair that Jimin has ever seen. 

"Babe--oh, hey Tae." He stares on blankly, careful not to spill his coffee as he makes his way to Jimin. He sets the mug on the table and backhugs his husband, a silent good morning pressed into Jimin's neck. "Where's Yoonji?"

"Yoonji is here and I'm taking her to her room to play so you two can...you know."

"Shut up, Taehyung, oh my god." That doesn't stop Jimin from turning around in Yoongi's arms, though. He kisses his man a good morning, too, arms coming up around Yoongi's neck.

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'Unnie!' Jimin giggles as Yoongi goes in for the plunge, fingers latching at Jimin's sides in a tickle attack. Several kisses were pressed against her neck and a little swipe across her ear has her whimpering a little. A lot. 'Unnie, what--" 

It's a chill day, the easiest they've had in weeks. School was tiring, and finishing their last semester before a new academic year starts always takes its toll on the both of them. It's what they get for motivating each other to do better, and Yoongi loves that Jimin helps her become more studious, become more aware of her future now that she's off to college. Jimin is gonna miss her. Yoongi is gonna miss her more. Summer break is the only thing they have before they get separated but only just for a year. Yoongi is determined to spend every day of summer with Jimin. It used to be more out of habit as best friends, now, it's more of 'I don't ever wanna leave you 'cause I'm gonna miss you a lot, baby.' Yoongi might have told her that one too many times.

"Do you wanna do it?" Yoongi asks as her fingers dramatically come to a stop. She winds her arms around Jimin's waist and pulls her closer, boobs pressing hard against Jimin's back. "Feeling kinda..."

"N-now?" Jimin asks, an audible hitch in her breath when she feels Yoongi's face close in on her neck. 

"No, dumbass. Next year."

Jimin turns around with an aggressive pout. Yoongi grins and performs damage control with a kiss one too many. "Now, baby." She whispers when she gets Jimin pliant in a couple of licks. "Unless you--"

"Ngh--no." Jimin protests, fully turning around in Yoongi's lap. "Want you right now." She bumps her forehead against Yoongi's, slowing down as they both collect their thoughts. As much as they have talked about it, nothing compares to actually doing it. It's weird and it's new and it's something they both want, something they've been meaning to do for the longest time. With Yoongi's going away for college looming above their heads, it's easier to do it right now, as if they don't have the time, as if everything's closing in on them. It's some kind of pressure, but something they've both been waiting for as well.

"Fucker, we're not even naked yet and you're already this flushed?" Yoongi teases, hands easing under Jimin's skirt from the underside. She bunches it on her small waist, hands kneading on her ass. She's wearing her new thongs today, nice and pink and tight. Lace. Yoongi loses it immediately. She licks her lips.

"Like I don't flush this much even if we're just making out." Jimin retorts, hands already moving to remove her off-shoulder top. It's nice and tight, her nipples already peeking through the fabric as she doesn't like wearing bras. Yoongi's mostly worried sometimes when she goes out in public like that, but she likes Jimin's confidence. In the state of arousal, she likes how they can all look but Yoongi's the only one allowed to touch and taste. Jimin has nice tits. She's naked save from the skirt still bunched around her waist and the thongs, and Yoongi's suddenly aching down there. "You're dressed too much."

It wasn't even much. Yoongi's in her sleep chemise--something black and silky. Jimin likes it on her, likes how pale she is in it, likes how delicious Yoongi looks when she wears it, and how it pulls just right in the curves of her body. Jimin teases a finger on the straps, sliding it down til it falls down the slopes of Yoongi's shoulder, never shy but always so clueless.

"Unnie, what do we do?" Jimin asks, hands softly moving along Yoongi's collarbone, feeling it on her fingertips, how smooth Yoongi's skin is. She wants to mark it all up, leave love bites along it so guys won't try to hit on her. It's the other way around though. Guys always go for Jimin and Yoongi hates them all.

Yoongi is so, so endeared with her girlfriend that sometimes she stops the urge to just pinch her. "We have sex, duh." She chokes on a laugh when Jimin pretends to be angry. "But the question is how do we do it, right? I mean...we haven't had done anything more than makeout on this bed." Yoongi pushes on the small of Jimin's back and brings her down. The skirt presses uncomfortably between their bellies and Jimin stands up for a bit to take it off. "Want me to use the dildo? It's gonna hurt a bit though." She kisses along Jimin's neck, laving at the skin making Jimin whimper on top of her. It's her favorite past time.

"N-no," Jimin pants, wriggling on top of Yoongi whenever the latter gets all occupied with her tongue on a certain spot. "I--unnie, fuck--can I--"

"Can you what, baby? Tell me what you want me to do." Yoongi's sounding less composed by the minute and Jimin is glad she's just as affected. Jimin wills herself to sit up even if their position is already so comfortable. She wiggles down so she's semi-squatting over Yoongi's thighs, hands on either side of Yoongi's body. She's shy when she voices out what she wants, not sure if it's a thing that Yoongi's down for. Although she knows Yoongi wouldn't judge her for the kinks they've yet discovered, it's still so embarrassing to voice it out.

"Your," Jimin gestures lamely to Yoongi's tits, still so secure inside her chemise. "My mouth. On them." She finishes lamely, blushing madly when she sees Yoongi break into an amused grin. "I wanna...touch. Them. With my mouth. And um, tongue." Jimin sits up now, ass on Yoongi's thighs. She's so embarrassed when Yoongi full on laughs, hiding her face behind her hands and whining. "Unnie! Don't laugh at me!"

"You're so fucking cute, baby. But of course you can. C'mere, fuck. I want you to." Yoongi eventually sits up and tugs the chemise off, finally naked and feeling lame about her really old bacon-gartered panties. She wasn't expecting Jimin to come so early -- at eight in the fucking morning. Jimin beams down at her. 

She's seen and touched Yoongi's tits a million times before, never shy of their bodies whenever they change clothes or shower together. Jimin's always had a thing for Yoongi's boobs--something so cute that looks absolutely delicious. Jimin kneads it a couple times before lowering her face down to it's level. She pokes a tiny fraction of her tongue out and latches onto Yoongi's waiting nipple. 

The effect was instantaneous. "Oh--oh, ngh--fuck baby that feels so good." Yoongi throws her head back, a gentle hand weaving its way through Jimin's hair. She never knew it will feel this nice and now she's glad Jimin wasn't shying away from doing this. She sucks in a breath whenever Jimin wiggles her tongue back and forth against the nub, moaning in pleasure whenever Jimin moans against it too. Small hands find their wag against the jut of her ribs and it tickles a bit but it feels so fucking good.

Jimin is nearly slurping now from how much saliva is in there. It's wet and messy, but it's so, so good. Jimin alternates between the two, pinching and kneading on the one that she doesn't have in her mouth. She gets off after a while, the high slowly fading into a nice pool of arousal in Yoongi's belly. They're both catching their breath, staring at each other with big, dopey grins. Jimin runs a hand through her hair, staring down at Yoongi with the most dreamy look in her eyes. She licks her lips and leans down for a kiss.

"You look so good, baby." Yoongi says against her lips. "Always so perfect. What do you want now, hm? Tell unnie what you want." She sniffs at Jimin's neck and she feels so, so comfortable. Jimin smells so unfairly good. That's a thing that Yoongi will always have in mind. Jimin still smells the same way like she did in middle school, still uses the same body wash and perfume. Jimin smells like coming home, and Yoongi loses herself a bit in her neck, just sniffing like a creep, but Jimin knows it has always been one of her guilty pleasures. 

"I want--want unnie to eat me out--ah!" Jimin doesn't realize that Yoongi already left her neck in pursuit of her tits. There's a hot tongue laving on her nipples before gently biting, and then sucking, but Yoongi doesn't stay for too long. She sits up and looks down on Jimin for a few heartbeats before she asks the younger to repeat what she said. 

"You what?"

Jimin shies away, tilting her face sideways in an attempt to bury it into the pillow. It's no use. She doesn't want to repeat herself, but they'll never get anything done this way, and she's already so fucking wet. "Want you to...eatmeout."  

From the day that they've kissed for the first time, Yoongi has always been plagued by her wettest wet dream and now she can't believe that she's hearing it. She never offered, granted that this is literally the first time they're going to the intimates, so hearing it from Jimin herself, the person behind her wettest wet dream, has her blanking out for a bit trying to compose herself. She's so fucking gay, her girlfriend is literally the best person, and now she can offer something like this: "I can, so you uh...wanna. Ride my face, maybe? Fuck my. Face." 

Jimin gasps. "Unnie!" She's so shy. Even after sucking the life out of Yoongi's tits, she's still so shy. But Yoongi knows she wants it, if the mad flush on her face is any indication. "Oh god." She groans, feeling a glob of slick pool in her pussy. Her thongs are already so wet and she wants it off soon. "O-okay, but how do we--"

"Here," Yoongi is fast, moving around to re-position herself on the bed as Jimin moves to remove her thongs. "Above my face, like this." She guides Jimin, helping her spread her legs above Yoongi's face. "Hands on the headboard. There you go." It's pretty. Jimin's pussy is so pretty. She always makes sure it's shaved and clean. It looks so pink and inviting, and this close, Yoongi just wants to latch on it and never let go if that's even possible. "I, um. Tell me if it's uncomfortable, okay? Tug on my hair if it gets too much."

It'll never be too much. Jimin has dreamed of this ever since she stumbled upon a JAV video online. The girl looked like she's having the time of her life being eaten out like that, and from then on she knew what she wanted if she ever reached that point in time with Yoongi. 

Her hands on the headboard are clammy, and she's buzzing with nervous excitement. She likes the feeling of not knowing what's coming, and maybe she has more kinks she have not yet discovered, but this time, the first time, she knows she won't be ready but yet she is.

"Should I go?" She hears Yoongi ask, always so considerate. 

She sucks in a breath and, "Yeah. Please unn--ah!"

Loud. Jimin is loud. But nobody's home, with Yoongi's parents off to work early in the day. They can be as loud and as gay everyday. At this particular moment, Jimin is not even trying to shut her mouth, and it's only a couple of experimental licks. She feels Yoongi grin against her pussy, but then the full force comes right after. Jimin lied. She wasn't prepared for what's coming.

"Unnie! Fuck--" She grinds her hips slowly, not one to stay still for too long with all the pleasure she's feeling. Jimin's still mindful that she can squish Yoongi's head between her thighs, but it feels too good not to move. Yoongi did say she wants Jimin to ride her face, so she's doing it because Yoongi wants it too. "So good, unnie, please don't stop--yeah, fuck!" Yoongi didn't know Jimin would be one for dirty talk, didn't know her pretty mouth can also be so dirty. She loves it though, sharing something so intimate with Jimin, letting both of their guards down and trusting each other so much. She loves how they can be, exist just like this. It feels so good.

She grinds her hips slowly, moving them into figure eights out of instinct. She's always been a good dancer, Yoongi thinks. She hardens her tongue a bit and slides it through Jimin's folds, catching on her clit one too many times and Jimin is a moaning mess by then, so wound up already. It's then that Yoongi finally puts a hand on Jimin's waist, trying to stop her from moving. She carefully locates Jimin's hole with her tongue, lapping at the slick that's in here. Jimin nearly screams. "Oh god! F-fuck, unnie I'm gonna--"

"No, baby. Not yet." Yoongi abruptly pulls away, sliding out of Jimin's legs. Jimin groans, because Yoongi is so fucking mean and she was just about to get her first major orgasm. Yoongi makes it up to her though. They're both kneeling in the middle of the bed, kissing like how they know, touching each other's bodies like it's the best treasure they've found. Maybe it is. "Sorry, baby. We're not at the fun part just yet."

"What fun part?" Jimin asks, genuinely curious. She's not all innocent, she knows stuff, but Yoongi has always been the more sex-driven one between the both of them. Yoongi pets her for a while while they kneel on the bed, Jimin going pliant under her hands in a matter of seconds. Yoongi tugs Jimin down with her while she lies down on the bed, telling Jimin to line up her pussy with Yoongi's.

"The one where you ride my clit." Yoongi says around a breathless, satisfied sigh. They share a kiss one more time before Yoongi's awkwardly guiding Jimin's hips to move with hers. It's a mess of slick and breathless laughs and awkward hips trying to move in sync. Jimin plants her hands down beside Yoongi's head and pushes down hard, choking on a moan when their clits finally align against each other, rubbing in the most delicious way. Yoongi is no better, gasping as jolts of pleasure run all throughout her body, looking up at Jimin who's nearly teary-eyed.

The moment they got the correct rhythm, there's no stopping. Jimin pushes down while Yoongi pushes upwards, pussy lips gliding against each other in a massive slick pile. 

"Unnie--oh god--"

"Yeah, baby. Ride my clit--fuck--"

It's hot and it's messy and Jimin tries so hard to lean down and kiss Yoongi but it's kinda hard to get the friction from that angle. They pant in each other's mouth, trying to chase their orgasm by rubbing against each other, and despite Jimin's hips beginning to ache, she doesn't stop, rolls it slowly instead, trying to feel Yoongi's wetness against hers.

"You're such a good girl, baby. Such a good--ah!--girl riding my clit like that."

Jimin nods, slightly delirious with the onslaught of the new pleasure she's feeling. "I'm your good girl, unnie."

"Can you come like this, baby? Come on my clit just by rubbing yourself on me?" Yoongi asks, voice already so hoarse, and that's when Jimin drops down, arms giving up. Yoongi feels a bit of tears run down her shoulders, fat and hot, and that's when she panics, but Jimin beats her into it.

"Unnie, please--feels so good, but I need m-more." She hiccups, although her hips won't stop moving, still trying to chase the pleasure. Yoongi was seriously about to cum, but she'd do anything to give Jimin's pleasure first. 

"I got you, baby. Don't cry." She wipes the tears away with her thumb, telling Jimin to lie down on the bed instead. Yoongi turns on her side beside her, fingers finding Jimin's clit again and this time she's pressing hard. Jimin whimpers, overwhelmed with the sudden pressure, and she doesn't even recover before Yoongi's already rubbing, lips finding Jimin's nipples in the process.

"O-Oh! Fuck, ngh--" Jimin's a mess, writhing on the bed feeling helpless but she loves it, loves how good Yoongi makes her feel. "Unnie, I think I'm c-coming--"

"Fucking come for me, baby, holy shit you're so hot--Jimin." Yoongi presses down harder, and she has Jimin tensing and then coming in a matter of seconds, body pulling taut and breath caught in her throat. She's silent when she comes, but she looks so fucking hot and ravishing with her head thrown back and her eyes closed in bliss, wave after wave of pleasure literally rippling through her body. Yoongi is so enamored. 

Jimin comes to life a little later, when she's overstimulated enough. She pushes Yoongi's hands away gently, mewling as she snuggles back into her girlfriend's chest. She meant to put her leg around Yoongi's hips but her knee gets caught on something wet and that's when Jimin realized that Yoongi still haven't gotten off. She feels a little bad about it. "Unnie! Shit you haven't--"

"Here--let me. Ride your leg. Can I?"

"What? Of course--I--how do I--"

"Jiminnie, will you suck on unnie's tits while I ride you? Can you do that for me?" Yoongi asks, a little shy now that she's the one asking for something. Jimin's heart does a little flip.

"Of course, unnie. C'mere." 

Yoongi positions herself on the thigh that Jimin offers and grinds, chasing after her own orgasm as Jimin practically sucks on her tits now, one hand on her waist and the other on her neglected boob. Yoongi feels ecstatic when she finally comes, squirting a bit on Jimin's thigh and surprising the both of them.

"Holy shit--"

"Unnie, you--"

They both look at each other, bursting into breathless giggles, before Jimin is pulling Yoongi down for a post-orgasmic cuddle fest.

"That was hot, unnie. You're hot." Jimin whispers into her ear when they assume the designated cuddle position. Yoongi looks at her like she holds all the stars in the sky, smile so soft and fond when Jimin pouts her lips for a kiss that Yoongi willingly gives her. She also leaves one on Jimin's eye, the latter giggling through it, and just giggling away when Yoongi peppers her face with many kisses right after. 

"Jiminnie, sleep." Yoongi demands when Jimin turns her over so they can spoon, Yoongi being the little one. "You wanna watch a movie later? My treat."

"Mmm." Jimin hums, lips trailing against Yoongi's back, hands warm around her. It's still early, and they have the entire day. "Sleep." She says, before they both drift away, hearts happy and bodies tired.

Chapter Text

“You’ve been trying to propose for, what? Almost two years now. And every time he says ‘no’ and laughs it off. It’s kind of funny but isn’t this all pathetic for you?” Ciroc wasn’t the best pick of alcohol for this kind of conversation, but Namjoon, even if he’d known Yoongi basically his entire life, was always the rational one out of the bunch. But this time, Yoongi gives him a stink eye.

“If you know us well enough, you’d know why he keeps rejecting me.” Yoongi says, quite bitterly, but there isn’t an ounce of hurt in his bones. If you look at it, it actually is kind of pathetic.

Public parks. There was one in Lotte World on top of the ferris wheel and Yoongi was trying so hard not to bust his nuts because he was afraid of heights but he just had to do it, even though Jimin kept laughing. In a restaurant for their fifth anniversary, and Jimin had the guts to really turn him down in front of expecting strangers with a charming laugh and a kiss on his nose. One time, Jimin found out where Yoongi was hiding the ring and tried it. It was a little too big. He was the one to tell Yoongi he needs another ring with a better fit. There was one in an ice skating rink too. Yoongi pretended to stumble but was whipping out poetic nonsense out of his ass as he was down on one, badly injured knee. His nose was so red and Jimin had teased him Rudolf all the way home. Of course he said 'no’.

“Why do you keep doing it, then?” Namjoon presses with an amused smile. “You know he’d say 'no’.”

“You don’t know when he’ll say 'yes.'” Ah, there we go.

"I’m glad you’re turning into an optimist now.” Namjoon grins against the rim of his glass. He looks so suave, and Yoongi regrets tagging along with him.

He feels mildly underdressed in his 9-5 office clothes that lack character. In his breast pocket, the ring burns in its case. He brings it everywhere now, afraid that Jimin might find out he spent another quarter of his savings on a new ring. Several nights ago, Yoongi tried his best to get Jimin’s ring size as he was sleeping.

“Kind of have to now. You don’t wanna start a family being all grumpy about life.”

Namjoon perks up in his stool. “Oh? Am I hearing that right, Min Yoongi?” His grin is maniacal, but it has always been that way. Yoongi knows Namjoon is fond of family talk. And he’s 30. There’s not much he can do besides work, save, make sure his insurance money and investments are well taken care of, and love Jimin the way he’s always had since they were fifteen and seventeen respectively. God, it’s been that long.

“He wants to adopt. So bad, Joon. A baby girl. She’ll be our little princess. I just realized he kept rejecting me this whole time because he knew I wasn’t ready for what he wanted.” He sits up straighter, abandoning his liquor to light up a cig. He’ll quit that, too, when they finally adopt. “He even has names ready and all that.”

“My, my! Look at you!” Yoongi feels Namjoon is currently happy with his development. “All grown up and shit.” He steals a cig from Yoongi’s depleting box.

It was no secret that he’d been the last one to mature. Even if the rest were already all settled down, Yoongi continued to make his art, and it doesn’t give him much security, but Jimin gladly stayed with him when times were tough. That’s when Yoongi knew Jimin was going to be there with him for the entirety of their lives.

The sunlight was Yoongi’s least favorite part of mornings. Jimin likes to keep the curtains open when they sleep because he loves the way the moonlight lulls him. Yoongi learned to live with it. This particular morning, though, he thanks nothing but the heaves for the way the sunlight falls against his sunshine’s face. He looks so ethereal like this, all sorts of soft and beautiful even with the way a little drop of drool collects at the corners of his mouth. He still looks like he carries Yoongi’s heart. Like he can break it and Yoongi would fucking thank him.

He brushes away the soft strands of hair, tracing Jimin’s gentle features, first with his eyes, then with his fingers. He already knows all the little freckles, the scar on Jimin’s eyelid, the nose he likes to nuzzle, and the lips that he loves more than anything – all for good use, of course.

“Baby, wake up.” He gently coaxes Jimin awake, feeling a little bit guilty, but now’s probably the time to do all of it before he chickens out for a more disastrous plan. He wiggles closer, hand now tracing Jimin’s lower back underneath his shirt. Yoongi’s shirt. Jimin likes wearing Yoongi’s shirts to bed. “Jimin-ah…” He whispers softly directly into Jimin’s ear. “Wake up, love.”

Jimin slowly comes to life, being the kind of light sleeper that he is. First comes his fingers, then his nose from where Yoongi is nuzzling against it, then his eyes; tired and sleepy and really, really pretty. “Something wrong, hyung?” He asks, all too gently, with his cute bedroom voice with his signature pitch.

“Nothing, really. Just wanna tell you something, but you have to be awake.”

“Can’t it wait a little later?” Jimin whines against his pillow, pouting cutely but Yoongi knows he’s trying to stay awake. He was never one to deny Yoongi of anything, especially if Yoongi wanted to talk about something. He doesn’t talk nearly enough and Jimin wanted to let him do it as much as possible.

“No, but you can come snuggle me and listen.”

Jimin wiggles closer, until he’s underneath Yoongi’s arm, cheek squished against his chest. “Okay.” He says through a yawn.

If Yoongi had a time bomb in his life, it’s ticking right now. Every failed proposal that was thrown his way was all leading up to this very moment – just the two of them snuggled up in their own bed, in their own apartment, in the dove gray sheets where they’re pressed together in many ways. Body. Mind. Soul. Heart.

When he looks down, Jimin is staring up at him with much bigger eyes. They scream of adoration.

“There’s no eloquent way to say it, I think. I must have exhausted every poetic jumble of words that I could think of during the times you told me, 'no, I’m not yet ready and neither are you’.” Yoongi starts, feeling all choked up all of a sudden. He raises his vacant arm against Jimin’s cheeks, stroking it gently with his thumb. “But you never told me to stop, didn’t you?”

“N-no, I–”

“I figured us out now. I figured you out. If settling down and being insured and adopting a pretty, little girl would make you say 'yes’, then I’m more than willing to risk it all.” Yoongi’s eyes are glassy, and honestly, so is Jimin’s. It’s a little picturesque. “This time, when I ask you to be mine completely, what would you say?”

Several forces must have told Jimin to say 'no’ every time. If he’d say yes even to one of the past chances, he wouldn’t have this one literally right in front of him. He wouldn’t have had the chance to feel Yoongi’s sincerity bleeding through his very words, his eyes, his body. His being.

“Yes.”