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Yoongi and Jimin made for an odd pair of friends. Neither of them hung out much with the other biology majors, but that’s what had caused their friendship. In a lab with everyone else already paired off, they ended up as lab partners. While they didn’t seem like the types to get along, weirdly, it worked. As it turned out, proximity was all they needed to start a friendship.
Jimin was known for being something of a brat. He liked hanging out and going clubbing with sorority girls, to the extent that he could have practically been their queen bee. He seemed to eat it all up, the drama, the gossip—being the type to say “I’m so sick of all this drama” while simultaneously starting more of it. He was flirt—giggly and never hesitant to playfully slap or lay a hand on anyone’s arm he thought was cute, and hell, even those he didn’t.
And all of that was overlooking the part that Yoongi wished he could ignore: Jimin was beautiful. He walked the line of femininity and masculinity more skillfully than Yoongi would have ever thought possible. He wore makeup that was both subtle yet flashy, like small amounts of gold eye shadow, carefully drawn eyeliner, or a shimmery pink lip gloss. He matched his makeup to his fashion, tight jeans with various handsome tops—button ups, sweaters, sometimes just the right tee looked perfect on him. No matter the drama, no matter whether you liked or hated him, Park Jimin caught the eye of everyone.
Yoongi, on the other hand, considered himself good at going unnoticed. He was a loner, quiet, and generally uninterested in anything having to do with anyone. He wore black hoodies and typically had his headphones on. He went to class and went home—he didn’t go to parties.
And maybe that’s why Jimin liked him. Because when Jimin would tell him about some kind of drama, Yoongi wouldn’t eat it up or gossip back, but rather say, point blank, “I don’t know who that is.” And that would make Jimin giggle, and respond, “You know what? It really doesn’t matter. Tell me what you’ve been up to.” And Yoongi would tell him about the latest music he had started listening to. They would finish up in lab, and agree to get coffee together. What a sight they must have made, Yoongi thought. Beautiful, fashionable Park Jimin, getting a green tea frappuccino with dark, grungy Min Yoongi, who was getting a black coffee.
Jimin’s other friends would spot him eventually, and they were—in Yoongi’s opinion, at least—rude, and would come over uninvited and start squawking for Jimin’s attention. Yoongi didn’t care what they thought of him, so that was when he would get up, saying good bye to Jimin, who would grin at him and wave while the girls shot glares. “See you next week, hyung!”
This was the routine they fell into for the semester, and Yoongi enjoyed it (except for the part when the girls would distract Jimin away from him, of course). However, Yoongi told himself to never read into anything Jimin did ever, since he was a flirt with everybody. He told himself to enjoy the friendship and not bother pining for something more. It was easy enough to do, as they only had the one lab together, and proximity, after all, did seem to be his weakness with Park Jimin.
One day after lab, as the two sat outside of the campus’s Starbucks, Yoongi spoke up. “Oh, I keep meaning to tell you, Jimin-ah, I probably won’t make it to the lab next week.”
Jimin, sipping from his seafoam green colored drink, grew wide eyed and set down the cup. His shimmery lips pouted. “Why?”
Yoongi picked up his cold brew, swirling the cup to move the ice in the drink. “My apartment’s getting fumigated on Thursday, and it’s going to take like, three days. I’m not allowed to go back til Sunday. I don’t have anywhere to stay nearby, so I’m just going to go home—”
“Hyung!” Jimin exclaimed so dramatically that Yoongi could’ve thought he was hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Yoongi blinked. “I didn’t think it was that interesting.”
“Ugh,” Jimin rolled his eyes, as if Yoongi was being an idiot. “I mean, why didn’t you ask if you could crash at my place? I live alone, and I’m like 5 minutes from campus.”
“Oh,” Yoongi said, staring down at his drink. The thought to ask Jimin never occurred to him. “I—I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Please, hyung. You shouldn’t have to miss your classes. Plus, I’d enjoy your company.”
There it was. Jimin’s playful smirk, his flirty eyes. A hand falling to the sleeve of Yoongi’s hoodie, fingers grazing up to his knuckles. Yoongi knew Jimin could make him blush like no tomorrow, and what was worse was that he knew Jimin knew he could too. He enjoyed making Yoongi blush, and no matter how many times Yoongi insisted to himself that he didn’t like Jimin, that he wouldn’t pine over him, the damn boy sure could make his insides grow warm and fluttery. Damn him.
After a pause to recover from blushing, Yoongi glanced to meet Jimin’s eyes. “You’re sure? It’s three whole days.”
Jimin smiled, this time more genuine than flirty. “Of course, hyung.”
~
It was Thursday afternoon when Yoongi knocked on Jimin’s apartment door. Jimin answered, wearing a nice light blue button up (that Yoongi couldn’t help but notice wasn’t buttoned up as high as Jimin usually wore them), and he had a makeup brush in hand, eyeshadow just in the corners of his eyes.
“Hi hyung. I don’t have morning classes today so excuse the fact that I’m just now getting ready,” Jimin said, walking him into the apartment.
It wouldn’t be too far off to say that Jimin’s apartment was much like his makeup and fashion. It was well put together and stylish, with pastel paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, soft baby blue and white pillows on the couch, and a pretty tapestry of a Monet painting draped over the main wall. The kitchen was past the living room, small but cute with a round white table and chairs, a soft pink vase of yellow flowers in the center. A door adjacent to the kitchen was open that appeared to lead to Jimin’s bedroom, and Yoongi noticed the large bed covered in a peach, grey, and white chevron patterned bedspread, and fairy lights hanging from the walls.
“Do you have class?”
“I just got done with them,” Yoongi said, setting his duffle bag on the couch and sliding his backpack off his shoulder.
Jimin looked at his bags and then at him. “That’s all you have?”
Yoongi smirked. “Well, I don’t exactly have a makeup bag or anything.”
Jimin flicked the brush in his direction. “Don’t be rude to your host.”
Yoongi let out a laugh. “Right. Sorry, Minnie.”
Jimin smiled before darting back into the bedroom. “I’m just going to finish up, but make yourself comfortable! You can put your stuff in my room if you’d rather stay in there.”
“I’m fine with crashing on the couch, Min,” Yoongi said flatly, knowing what Jimin was up to. Not even five minutes into this three day long roommate period, and Jimin was already flirting.
Yoongi sat on the couch and glanced up to see Jimin peering his head out the doorframe.
“You sure? I’d never turn down a cuddle buddy,” he said, flashy a quick smile.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I’m sure.”
Jimin pursed his lips before darting back into the depths of his room. Ten minutes later, he stepped out again, makeup complete and shirt buttoned appropriately, his bag slung over his shoulder. “Well, how do I look?”
“You know the answer to that.”
Jimin sighed. “You really are no fun.”
“I know. I would apologize, but I’m not that sorry.”
This made Jimin giggle, and he walked past the doorframe of his room out to the living space, heading for the front door. “Like I said, make yourself at home. I’ll be back after class, unless the girls drag me away for the night. We usually don’t go out til Fridays, though.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but feel relieved when there was no mention of the girls coming back to his place. “Alright. See you in a bit, then.”
He stayed on the couch for the hours that Jimin was gone, content in working on his class assignments while listening to music. It was evening by the time that Jimin walked back through the front door. Yoongi pulled his headphones down to his neck as Jimin turned to smile at him.
“Hi hyung. There was some drama going on with the girls, I couldn’t get away, it was too good.”
“Sounds…fun?” Yoongi joked.
Jimin giggled, shaking his head. “It was interesting, at least, but I’ll spare you the details. Anyway, have you eaten? Should we make something for dinner?”
Yoongi set his laptop on the coffee table, joining Jimin in walking into the kitchen. “Sure, did you have something in mind?”
“Ah, I must admit, I’m kind of lazy when it comes to cooking, hyung,” Jimin said, flashing a grin before he turned to open the fridge, bending down slightly to look at its contents (and perhaps to show off his ass in his tight jeans as well—wouldn’t surprise Yoongi).
Yoongi took a step closer to the fridge (and Jimin’s ass). “You want me to cook? I can make us something nice, as long as you have enough stuff for ingredients.”
Jimin glanced over his shoulder at Yoongi before standing up properly, closing the fridge and crossing his arms. “I dunno, hyung, doesn’t that make me a bad host? I shouldn’t make you cook.”
Yoongi shrugged. “I like cooking. Besides, it can be my ‘thank you’ for letting me crash here.”
Jimin smiled, casting his gaze to the floor, causing a beautiful glimmer of his eyeshadow, and with his head slightly turned, Yoongi also noticed the highlight of his cheekbone and the shimmer of his parted lips. Maybe it was due to the kitchen’s lighting from the evening’s setting sun shining through the window, or maybe it was the genuine expression Jimin held, for once not flirty or trying to show off, but just smiling, just blushing. Whatever the reason, for a moment, Yoongi forgot how to breathe.
“That’d be really sweet of you, hyung. I’d like that,” Jimin said, lifting his gaze back to Yoongi, who could only nod in response. Jimin stepped out of the way of the fridge, going to sit down in one of the chairs. “If you want any help, just let me know.”
“Sure thing, Minnie,” Yoongi said, peering into the fridge, grateful for the coolness hitting his suddenly warm cheeks.
Jimin did only have basic ingredients in his fridge, but it was enough for Yoongi to make them a pretty good stir fry, so he set to work. He had Jimin help chop up some of the vegetables, but after that he insisted he was good to do the rest on his own, so Jimin washed up what he could before sitting back down at the table.
“Sure is nice to have someone else here, especially someone who cooks. I should have invited you over ages ago,” he said, and Yoongi glanced over from the stove to see him smiling, face resting in his hands, elbows on the table.
“Yeah, it is pretty nice.” Yoongi had to remind himself not to start pining. Jimin was just being nice; cooking together, chatting in the kitchen—it wasn’t a sign of anything. They were still just friends. “Where do you keep your bowls? This is almost ready.”
Jimin got up instead of answering, reaching into a cabinet and pulling out two ceramic bowls to set on the counter for Yoongi. He poured the food into the bowls, setting the pan back on the stove and then carried them to set on the table. His back to him, Yoongi was startled when Jimin suddenly let out a small yelp. Yoongi instantly turned around, seeing Jimin clutching his hand.
“Jiminie, what happened?” Yoongi stepped over to him.
“I was gonna put the pan in the sink, I didn’t realize it was still that hot,” Jimin said, shaking his hand in the air before holding it to his chest again.
“Minnie,” Yoongi scolded, stepping closer to him. He brought his hands to Jimin’s. “Let me see.”
“It’s not that bad, hyung,” Jimin said, unfurling his hand to show the small red mark forming on his index finger.
Yoongi pursed his lips, examining Jimin’s hand to make sure it was just the one mark on the one finger, before leading him over to the sink. He ran the water, checking it first to make sure it was cool, and he pulled Jimin’s burnt hand under the tap.
“Leave it under there for a minute, it’ll help,” Yoongi said.
“Okay,” Jimin pouted, staring at his hand under the running water for a moment before glancing to Yoongi, making him realize how close they were standing.
It also made him realize that he was lightly rubbing Jimin’s back, and that he kept shifting his gaze between Jimin’s eyes and shimmery lips. He swallowed hard, before clearing his throat, giving Jimin’s shoulder a quick squeeze, and stepping away. He went over to check that he had turned the stove off, leaving Jimin alone at the sink.
It wasn’t much longer til Jimin turned off the tap, and Yoongi turned to him. “Is it okay?”
Jimin, still looking at his finger, stepped over to him and looked up. “I think so. I barely touched the pan, so it should be fine.”
“That’s good. I should have warned you that it was still hot, I—”
“No, hyung, I was just being careless. Nothing new,” Jimin said, giving a small laugh.
Yoongi relaxed a little, sniffing a laugh too, and they sat down to eat. They carried on with casual conversation easily, like they always did. Jimin thanked him again for cooking, and Yoongi insisted it wasn’t a big deal. They cleaned up the remaining dishes together after they were done eating, and Yoongi couldn’t help but think about how right Jimin was. It was awfully nice to have dinner with someone whose company he enjoyed so much.
~
Jimin let Yoongi shower first that night, and he returned to the couch once he had changed into a large white tee and his plaid pajama pants, while Jimin took his turn in the shower. Yoongi was arranging the pillows on the couch when Jimin came out to hand him a blanket to sleep with, and Yoongi had to do a double take at his friend.
Rather than pajamas, or even just a tee shirt and boxers, Jimin was in a short silk robe. It was a soft cream color with small blue and pink flowers littered across it, with the sash tied tightly around his waist. Its length barely hit mid-thigh (showing off his insanely fit, muscular thighs), and Yoongi wasn’t convinced that he was wearing anything underneath. Normally Yoongi would have thought this was one of Jimin’s means of showing off or teasing, but he strode so casually over to Yoongi and looked so natural in it that he didn’t give that impression. And hell, he lived alone—why wouldn’t he spend his nights in nothing but soft silk robes? In a way, it suited his personality perfectly.
As if that wasn’t enough already, when Jimin stepped closer to him, Yoongi couldn’t help to flash a stupid grin.
“What is it, hyung?” Jimin asked, clueless, as he passed off the blanket.
“It’s just—I’ve never seen you without makeup on, Min,” Yoongi replied.
Jimin gasped, covering his face with his hands. “Oh my gosh, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Hey,” Yoongi said softly, reaching out and grabbing Jimin’s wrist, tugging at it. Jimin sat down next to him, still covering his face. “Don’t do that.”
Jimin peered at him through his fingers, meeting his eyes before hesitantly bring down his hands. Damp hair across his forehead, soft, chubby cheeks, slightly tired eyes and peachy rather than shimmery lips—Yoongi couldn’t find a single thing that changed his opinion about Jimin being beautiful.
As Yoongi continued to stare at him, with a perhaps dazed expression, Jimin’s shoulders slumped and he gave a small scoff. “Are you gonna be one of those cliché people who tell me I look better without makeup?”
Yoongi scrunched his nose. “Of course not, you look awesome with makeup. You look great this way too, though. They’re different, but that doesn’t mean one has to be bad and the other good—they both can be good.”
Yoongi did like seeing the natural rosy color that came to Jimin’s cheeks, and his eyes dropped to the floor.
“T-thanks, hyung,” he said quietly, perhaps the quietest he had ever heard Jimin speak. His eyes glanced back up to Yoongi. “Umm, do you need anything else? You sure you’re okay on the couch?”
Yoongi gave a soft smile. “I’m good, Jiminie, thanks.”
Jimin nodded, and stood up. He lingered for a moment near the couch, eyes wandering around the room, before meeting Yoongi’s one last time. “Well…good night, hyung.”
“Good night, Jimin-ah.”
Yoongi wasn’t sure what to make of the exchange. Jimin was usually quite confident, ready to flirt or unabashedly fish for compliments. But now that Yoongi actually gave him one, he got shy, almost guarded. He wondered if he had crossed some unspoken line that he didn’t understand or even realize was there. He wondered if Jimin cared more about what he thought of him than he had realized. The idea of that possibility left a warm fluttery feeling in Yoongi’s stomach as he settled on the couch to sleep.
~
The next day they went to classes, including their lab together, and when they got back to Jimin’s apartment, he went into his room.
“I gotta get ready, I’m going out with the girls tonight,” he said. “Would you want to come, hyung?”
“You know I don’t, Min,” Yoongi said, settling himself on the couch once more.
“You might have fun though!”
“I can guarantee I wouldn’t.”
Jimin peeked his head out from his room. “It was worth a shot.”
Jimin stayed in his room for the hours leading up to him meeting up with his friends, getting ready. Yoongi could hear his phone ring from his room, and heard Jimin answer with, “Okay, I’ll be right out!”
Jimin stepped out of his room, and Yoongi couldn’t help but stare. He was in tight—like, really tight—black jeans with square cut-outs at his thighs and knees, as well as a black tee shirt with a bomber jacket covered in sparkly, rose gold sequins. His makeup was intense, flashier than he wore during the day, but still super stylish and pretty. The highlight he used seemed to have a glitter to it, and his eyeshadow and liner was more prominent than usual. The color he used on his lips matched almost perfectly to the jacket’s sequins.
Finally taking his eyes off his phone, Jimin flashed a quick smile when he caught Yoongi staring at him. He tilted his head up and then met his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “Is it too much?”
“N-not at all,” Yoongi murmured, blinking for the first time since he laid eyes on Jimin, and quickly looking down.
“Aww, you’re sweet, hyung,” Jimin teased as he walked to the door. “I’m not sure when I’ll get back. I hope I don’t wake you if it’s late.”
Yoongi shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Have fun, Minnie.”
It was very late by the time Jimin got back—nearly 3 am, but Yoongi had night owl tendencies, especially on weekends, and he was still awake when Jimin came stumbling in through the door with one of his friends. He thought her name was Sojin, but he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t really care. All he knew was that he felt grumpy when the two came in arm in arm, giggling and clearly quite drunk.
“I’m fine! You didn’t have to walk me inside,” Jimin was saying.
“What’re you talking about, you can’t even stand on your own,” Sojin giggled.
Jimin leaned against the door that closed behind them. “Whatever.”
Sojin giggled again and as she got closer to Jimin, Yoongi felt his heart sink. She kissed Jimin full on the lips, and although he was drunk enough that it was a delayed reaction, Yoongi felt like his insides were falling apart when he kissed her back. He couldn’t stand to see them sloppily kiss, so he cleared his throat, making Jimin jump more intensely than he expected. His hands went to Sojin’s wrists to pull her hands off his chest, and he attempted to stand more properly.
“H-hyung! I completely forgot you were here, ah, I, umm—” he faltered, looking between Yoongi and Sojin, who was grinning mischievously.
“I was just making sure Jimin got in alright—we had a lot to drink. Take care of him, Yoongi-ssi?” Sojin said, and Yoongi had to hold back in scowling at her.
He crossed his arms, glaring at her. “Yeah, sure.”
She gave a devious smile before turning back to Jimin, reaching behind him to open the door. She leaned in and whispered something in Jimin’s ear that made him laugh nervously.
“Yeah, s-see ya,” he said as he got out of her way, and she left the apartment.
Yoongi sighed, watching Jimin nervously rubbing the back of his neck. He clearly was quite drunk, and they clearly had had quite the night—his makeup, while still in tact, was somewhat wore down, and his neck and face were flushed and somewhat sweaty.
“S-sorry about that, hyung,” Jimin said, falling back to lean against a wall.
“It’s fine,” Yoongi said curtly, standing up. “Do you actually need help?”
“Uhh,” Jimin hesitated, as if he knew the answer was yes but he felt bad for making Yoongi take care of him after seeing him kiss a girl.
So Yoongi didn’t make him decided, and just walked over to him, putting his hand on his arm. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Jimin didn’t say anything; he just gave Yoongi a shy smile and allowed himself to be led to his bedroom. Yoongi set him in his bed when Jimin protested.
“Wait, hyung, I can’t go to bed with all this makeup on! Help me take it off?”
Yoongi’s heart still felt like it was in his stomach, and his head felt fuzzy and dreary, but it turned out he still was weak for Jimin’s pouting.
He sighed again. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”
Jimin smiled. “There’re makeup wipes on my desk over there. Just need a couple of them to wipe this stuff off.”
Yoongi walked over and found them, and came back to sit on the edge of the bed next to Jimin.
“So,” Yoongi said as he pulled a wipe from the packet, “I didn’t realize you were, uh, dating one of those girls.” Yoongi figured if Jimin had started seeing that girl, he might as well get used to it, since he would probably want to talk about it.
Yoongi was surprised when Jimin scoffed, letting out a laugh.
“Pfft, I’m not.” He grabbed the wipe out of Yoongi’s hand and started rubbing it over his face.
“But—”
“We just kiss sometimes, especially when we get drunk.” He tossed the dirty makeup wipe onto his nightstand and waited for Yoongi to hand him another one.
“W-why?”
“Because kissing’s fun.” Jimin rubbed the cloth over one eye, and then the other, looking down at the wipe before back to Yoongi. “I’ve been single for ages, but kissing’s like, one of my favorite things. Why would I deprive myself?”
“Aren’t you afraid that’s, I dunno, misleading?”
He folded the makeup wipe and used the other side to run over his plush lips, leaving a shimmery stain on the wipe. “Nah, we all do it, and they know they’re, uh, not my type. Besides, So was just trying to make—” he stopped midsentence.
Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “What?”
“Ah, nothing.” Jimin tossed the second wipe away before looking to Yoongi. “Are you mad at me for it, hyung?”
Yoongi sighed. He was more relieved than he was mad, but he couldn’t exactly admit to that part. “No, but I can’t say I get it. Call me old fashioned, I guess, but I like to kiss people I actually have romantic feelings for.”
Jimin sniffed a laugh, slumping his shoulders. “Yeah. That would be nice.” He stared off for a moment before turning back to Yoongi. “Did I miss any spots?”
Yoongi brought his hand to Jimin’s chin, turning and tilting his head to look for any remnants of makeup. He ran his thumb over Jimin’s cheekbone to make sure there wasn’t anything still there. “No, you’re good.”
Jimin, with sleepy, half-lidded eyes, looked at Yoongi in a certain way, his lips slightly parted and his expression dazed. He reminded himself that Jimin was super drunk, and so it probably didn’t mean anything. Even if it seemed like Jimin was ready to lean in and kiss him, Yoongi refused. He wouldn’t kiss his friend, not when he was in this state, and especially not after he had kissed some girl just minutes before, no matter how relieved he was to hear that it didn’t mean anything. If he was ever going to have a first kiss with Park Jimin, this wasn’t how he would let it happen.
He gave a small cough and stood up. “Have you drank any water?”
Delayed, Jimin blinked and slowly looked up at him. “At dinner.”
“Min, do you want the hangover of the century?” Yoongi said, walking into the bathroom to fill a cup with water. He came back and handed it to Jimin. “Drink it all.”
“Ahh, I just wanna sleep now,” Jimin whined.
“Jimin, drink some water and then sleep all you want,” Yoongi said, sitting down again when Jimin didn’t take the cup.
“Mm.” Jimin’s eyes blinked lazily, and he started to lean as if he was going to fall onto his side on the bed, so Yoongi grabbed him to keep him upright.
“Jimin. Drink.” He put the cup in Jimin’s hand.
Jimin let out a whine, but ultimately took a sip of the water, and once he did, it was like he realized he was actually thirsty, and soon he gulped down the whole cup. He handed it back to Yoongi. “There.”
Yoongi smiled, and looking at the sleepy, drunken boy, finally compliant after whining, and he couldn’t help himself. What were the chances of Jimin remembering this anyway? He took the cup, stood, and placing a hand on Jimin’s cheek, he kissed Jimin’s forehead. “Good boy.”
Yoongi had never seen Jimin’s cheeks grow so red, and he wasn’t sure if it was only enhanced due to the alcohol. Either way, it was adorable. He moved his hand to ruffle Jimin’s hair. “Night, Minnie,” he said before leaving the room with a large grin. It felt nice for once to be the one making him flustered, rather than the other way around.
~
It was noon by the time Yoongi woke up the next day, and it seemed that Jimin was still asleep. He needed to get some classwork done, and with the possibility of Jimin being hungover or sleeping all day, Yoongi decided to go to the library. He was there for a couple hours before he got a text from Jimin.
“Where are you, hyung?”
“I went to the library to study. How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright. Are you going to be there awhile?”
“Probably another hour or two. You want me to pick us up a pizza or something for dinner?”
“That sounds perfect, hyung.”
So that’s what Yoongi did, studying for a few more hours before picking up a pizza and cola to bring back to Jimin’s place. Jimin answered the door in a soft pink colored silk robe, his hair damp and his skin bare.
“Good timing, I just got out of the shower,” he greeted, and Yoongi smiled, somewhat surprised at how he was already getting used to the beautiful sight of Jimin in those robes. He was going to miss it whenever he went back to his place.
“Sleep most of the day away?” Yoongi asked as they sat down to eat.
Jimin giggled. “More than I should have, probably. But I managed to avoid a hangover, thanks to you, if I remember correctly.”
Yoongi tried to stay calm, but his heart started racing, wondering if Jimin remembered the forehead kiss he thought he could get away with. “I’m surprised you remember that.”
Jimin laughed. “I wasn’t that drunk, hyung.”
“You definitely were, Minnie.”
The two laughed, and Jimin stood up, taking their plates to move to the sink. “Well, anyway, it was nice to have a quiet day. Some of the girls were texting me, I guess there’s some drama going on. I’m glad to just lay low.”
“Yeah?”
Jimin turned to face him, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms and looking down. “Yeah, it’s nothing new. People like shit talking about me. The girls always take it more personally than I do. I just ignore it.”
“What do they say about you?”
Jimin hugged his arms tighter, looking to the floor. “It’s nothing, really. Just the typical stuff you’d expect assholes to say about a guy who wears makeup, you know?”
Yoongi felt some sudden instinct stir within him. A need to protect Jimin, make sure he was okay. Maybe that was another reason Jimin liked hanging out with him—he was a break from whatever shit he had to deal with. Even if Jimin normally liked some good gossip or drama, Yoongi knew who he was beyond that, and he secretly was sensitive, and sweet. It wouldn’t surprise Yoongi if he just pretended like this stuff didn’t get to him.
Jimin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess sometimes it gets to be a bit much. Sometimes it me wonder if I just look ridiculous, like maybe I should lay off—”
“Fuck that,” Yoongi said suddenly, making Jimin startle and look up at him. “I hope those are rare thoughts that you’d never put to action, Jiminie. God, that makes me so mad.”
Jimin blinked at him. “I-it does?”
Yoongi chewed on his lip for a moment, deciding if he should really say what he wanted to. Fuck it, he was done pretending that he wasn’t pining over Jimin, and, equally, he was done just pining over Jimin. “Yes. You’re so damn beautiful, it’s insane, Minnie. I can’t imagine how anyone couldn’t see that, how anyone could imply otherwise. If it was me, if I was with you, god, I’d never shut up about it. I’d never be able to stop talking about it, like how the hell did I manage to be with someone so impossibly beautiful.”
There was a long beat where the two just stared at one another, Yoongi only able to hear his own breathing. He was so worried and surprised at himself for the sudden outburst that when Jimin spoke, it was too softly and he didn’t register what he had even said.
“What?”
“Kiss me,” Jimin said plainly. “Hyung, kiss me.”
Yoongi blinked, questioning if he was hallucinating. But no, there was Jimin, beautiful in his delicate silk robe, his eyes alluring and his hands gripping the counter, as if to stop himself from rushing over to Yoongi. He was beautiful while waiting, but Yoongi didn’t waste another moment.
He stood up and walked over to Jimin, until he was pressed against the kitchen counter, staring expectantly at Yoongi. Yoongi raised his hand to lift Jimin’s chin, and he pressed his thumb to Jimin’s bottom lip. Jimin’s eyes fluttered, becoming half closed as his lips parted, the bottom lip pouting under Yoongi’s touch. As Yoongi ran his thumb down, he tilted his head and leaned into Jimin, taking in his lips with his own.
The kiss started slow, but Jimin took in a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, pulling him closer while lifting himself to sit on the kitchen counter in order to gain height on Yoongi. Yoongi’s hands fell to Jimin’s thighs, gripping his smooth bare skin as he stepped in between his legs, lifting them slightly, encouraging Jimin to wrap his legs around his waist, which he did with ease, allowing Yoongi’s hands to slide further up the back sides of his thighs.
Jimin broke from kissing him momentarily, still resting his head against Yoongi’s, and with one hand holding Yoongi’s nape to keep him there, his other hand fell to his waist, fumbling. Yoongi was confused until Jimin’s silk robe fell open, and he realized Jimin had pulled the sash to come undone. A deep noise, practically a growl, escaped Yoongi’s mouth, and he set to feeling Jimin’s body. His hands started by running down his neck, over his shoulders. He would grip at his muscles in some places, and lightly run the pads of his fingertips over other parts, like when he felt the depths of his collarbone, and laid the whole of his palm down and across Jimin’s pecks. He watched Jimin’s face melt in response to his touch, his eyes closed and his breath hitching whenever Yoongi hit a sensitive area.
Yoongi followed the trail his hands had made with his mouth, placing kisses and sometimes bites, while in other spots lightly dragging his lips and tongue across Jimin’s skin. He closed his eyes to take in every moment, doing what he could to feel every inch of his body. His lips found one of Jimin’s dark, erect nipples, and he took it in his mouth, ran his tongue over it repeatedly. Jimin whimpered at the sensation, his hand grabbing a fistful of Yoongi’s hair, and his hips wriggling on the counter, craving something to grind against.
Yoongi wrapped his arm swiftly around Jimin’s waist, pulling him to where he was sitting on the very edge of the counter, and he bent down to kiss Jimin’s thighs. Jimin was helplessly breathy as Yoongi placed kisses further and further up his inner thigh, and he moaned as Yoongi sucked a spot into his plush skin.
He was admiring the hickey he made on Jimin’s thigh, running his thumb over it, when Jimin whined.
“H-hyung.”
Yoongi stood up again, leaning and whispering into Jimin’s ear, “Was it is, baby? What do you want?”
“There’s—ahh,” Jimin let out a moan, his head tilting back, when Yoongi’s hand unexpectedly wrapped around his cock.
Yoongi smirked as he slowly but steadily pumped Jimin’s length. “Hmm? What is it?”
A certain deadly look flashed in Jimin’s half lidded eyes, and he grabbed fistfuls of Yoongi’s shirt, pulling him close and kissing him hungrily. Yoongi loved the feeling of their messy kissing, their tongues swirling together, letting out a groan when Jimin bit his bottom lip. Jimin broke away from the kiss, pushing Yoongi off with his fists still on his chest.
“I was saying,” Jimin said between heavy breaths, “there’s lube in my bedroom, if we want to move this in there.”
Yoongi hummed, moving his hands down Jimin’s thighs, until he hooked them under Jimin’s knees and jerked them towards himself, making Jimin pop off the counter and stand close to Yoongi. While pressing his thigh between Jimin’s legs, which Jimin subtly grinded against, he once again leaned to speak into his ear. “In a minute, baby, I’m not quite done with you in here, if you want to turn around for me.”
Jimin eyed him playfully before turning around, bending over with his elbows on the counter. Yoongi ran his hand over the silk covering Jimin’s back, and he enjoyed being able to push it up to his shoulder blades, finally no longer being a tease of what Yoongi before only wished he could see. Yoongi hummed again, running his hands over Jimin’s back, gripping at his hips, rubbing his thumbs in the dimples of his back, until finally they fell to his perfect ass.
Jimin knew he was on display, he knew the counter was low, and he used it to his advantage, arching his back to make his ass look even more irresistible. Yoongi’s hands smoothed over Jimin’s cheeks before gripping them, massaging them, and spreading them apart.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Yoongi said before bending down.
He had planned on teasing Jimin more, kissing his back and cheeks, but he couldn’t resist, he didn’t want to, so he only placed a few kisses down his spine before pressing his mouth and tongue to Jimin’s hole. The breathy moans and whimpers from Jimin were possibly the hottest thing Yoongi had ever heard, and only encouraged him further as he fervently licked and pulsed his tongue in Jimin’s precious hole.
Jimin was soon pliant, his knees barely holding him up, much of his weight lying on top of the counter.
“Hyung, I need more,” Jimin whined after a while.
Yoongi placed a kissed on one of his cheeks, catching his breath. He smirked again as he teasingly grazed a finger between Jimin’s cheeks. “What’d you have in mind?”
Jimin groaned and stood up properly, turning around. “I would’ve gotten the lube earlier if you had just said you wanted to fuck in the kitchen.”
Yoongi let out a low laugh, running his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs. “And let you out of my sight? No thanks.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but smiled. He grabbed one of Yoongi’s hands and started pulling him to the bedroom. “Let’s go already, then.”
Yoongi smiled at how eager Jimin was, and the way his silk robe was flared open, whirling behind him and revealing his beautiful torso. They got into his bedroom, and Jimin sprawled onto his stomach on his bed, hanging over its edge to dig through his nightstand’s drawer.
“There it is!” Jimin rolled onto his side, the silk robe sliding off his waist to put his prominent hip on display, and he looked to Yoongi, who was still standing at the end of the bed. “What’re you still doing over there?”
Yoongi shook his head, smiling. “Just admiring the view.”
Jimin giggled, sitting up to shrug the silk robe off, tossing it to the side, and lying on his back. “Well this ain’t a museum—you can look and touch.”
Yoongi laughed. “Gladly.”
He undid his belt and tugged off his jeans before crawling into the bed, getting on top of Jimin. Before he could kiss him, Jimin tugged at his shirt. “This too.”
“Okay, demanding,” Yoongi teased as he pulled off his shirt.
The pads of Jimin’s fingers ran over his chest before he wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, pulling him closer. “You asked what I wanted before.”
Noses touching, Yoongi hummed. “You’re right, beautiful, I did.”
They started kissing again, and Yoongi did especially enjoy the feeling of his bare skin against Jimin’s chest, and soon he was grinding heavily against the boy.
“Mm, Yoongi hyung,” Jimin whined, his hips wriggling as if he wanted to turn around.
“I remember, baby,” Yoongi said, placing one last kiss on his lips before getting off Jimin.
He sat on his knees and spotted the lube on the bed, grabbing it as Jimin turned around, sticking his ass in the air. It was so pretty, Yoongi couldn’t help but bring his face to it again, which resulted in several beautifully sexy moans from Jimin before he started begging for something more. So Yoongi covered his fingers with the lube, and wasted little time before sliding one into Jimin’s hole. Jimin was beautifully responsive, and Yoongi found himself pumping his hand, soon adding a second and then third finger. He had to keep his other hand firmly on Jimin’s hips to keep him from rocking back and forth too eagerly.
“Hyung, I want more. I want you, I’m ready,” Jimin breathed heavily, letting out a cry as Yoongi hit his prostate with his fingers.
Yoongi closed his eyes, taking in the words, hoping his pause would make Jimin say them again. And it did.
“Hyung, please, I want you.”
Yoongi smiled, leaning over to kiss Jimin’s back as he removed his fingers. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Jimin turned onto his back to watch his hyung remove his boxers, and he smiled when Yoongi got on top of him once more, kissing again until Jimin broke away, inhaling sharply as he took Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi faltered at the warm, tight feeling of Jimin around him, dropping his head to Jimin’s shoulder, breathing heavily as he slowly built up a rhythm.
“Jimin-ah, you feel amazing,” he growled, lightly nipping at his skin.
“Mm, you do t-too,” Jimin breathed, his legs wrapped around Yoongi’s waist and his fingertips gripping at Yoongi’s back.
Jimin ran his hands from Yoongi’s back up into his hair, lightly pulling it as if to get Yoongi to look at him. “Lemme ride you, hyung. You’re going to wear yourself out this way.”
The idea of Jimin pretty and nude, bouncing on Yoongi’s cock, sounded incredible, so he didn’t hesitate in switching, lying onto his back. And boy, he wasn’t wrong. Jimin must have known he was sexy, because the way he moved on Yoongi’s cock was a sight to behold, not to mention how it felt, god. He ran his hands all over Jimin, his stomach, his thighs, his chest, and when Jimin would start to falter in his rhythm, Yoongi would grasp his hips and thrust, taking some of the work for his baby to rest.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Yoongi murmured after some time.
“Me too,” Jimin said breathily, leaning forward onto Yoongi’s chest, and it wasn’t long before his cum littered across their stomachs.
Yoongi came soon after the sight of Jimin’s orgasm, and Jimin laid his head down on Yoongi’s chest, heavily rising and falling with his breathing. The two were covered in sweat and cum, the room silent except for their panting, but after a moment, Jimin lifted his head to smile at Yoongi, who smiled in return, and oddly enough, the two started laughing. Maybe it was the dopamine rush from the sex, or maybe it was them collectively remembering that mere hours ago the two of them each thought that the other only saw them as a friend. Whatever the reason, they laughed for a good long moment, before Yoongi brought his hand to Jimin’s cheek, and Jimin leaned down to kiss him.
They kissed for a long moment, Yoongi appreciating the softness of Jimin’s plush lips, and he liked the feeling of when Jimin hummed contentedly in their kissing.
“Mm, should we get cleaned up?” Jimin offered.
The two ended up in the shower together, and after washing up, Yoongi ran his hand over Jimin’s neck with a downturned expression.
“What is it, hyung?” Jimin asked over the sound of the water.
“I’m just surprised I didn’t leave a mark on your neck at all.”
“I suppose that’s fortunate, otherwise the girls wouldn’t leave me alone about it.”
“Is that so?” Yoongi smirked. After the way that Sojin girl had been the other night, knowing that his friends liked using him as a make out buddy, Yoongi didn’t mind the idea of Jimin having marks all over that only he had gotten to make. “Maybe we should give them something to talk about.”
Yoongi pressed Jimin against the shower’s wall, kissing him on the lips first since he knew Jimin liked kissing, but soon he moved, at first nosing at Jimin’s jawline, until he found his pulse point, and he kissed it before biting and sucking the spot. Jimin gasped, letting out breathy moans as Yoongi refused to let go of the spot. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi, bringing a hand to the back of his head, fingers gripping a fistful of his hair. When Yoongi broke from the spot, he was happy to see the dark hickey forming, but he still wasn’t satisfied. He teased Jimin with light kisses down his neck, until he got to where his neck and shoulder meet. Jimin was compliantly tilting his head away to present his neck, and Yoongi bit down again into Jimin’s soft skin.
“Ah, h-hyung,” Jimin cried. “Mm, fuck me again, hyung, please.”
Yoongi liked hearing Jimin’s begging and whimpers, so the only response he gave was to keep kissing his neck. This only made Jimin cry more, to the point of him becoming bratty about it.
“Hyung, fuck me, fuck me. Please hyung. Why are you ignoring me?” he whined.
Yoongi finally broke from Jimin’s skin, keeping him caged against the shower’s wall. He pressed his leg between Jimin’s, making Jimin whimper softly at the small piece of relief.
“I’d never ignore you, baby, you’re just being impatient,” he said, bringing his thumb to press Jimin’s bottom lip, the same way he had when they first kissed.
Only this time, Jimin grabbed his wrist, and took his thumb into his mouth, his eyes meeting Yoongi’s teasingly. Yoongi wasn’t sure why, considering how intimate they had already been with each other, but the sensation of Jimin’s warm tongue on the pad of his thumb drove him wild. He didn’t need Jimin’s hands on his wrist anymore as he stroked his thumb back and forth over Jimin’s tongue, and Jimin closed his mouth more to better suck on his thumb.
“Goddamn,” Yoongi let out a growl, pulling his thumb out so he could move his hand to Jimin’s throat, pushing him back against the wall, as he had started to advance forward. Jimin bit his lip in a smirk before Yoongi was kissing his lips again, and their shower ended up lasting much longer than planned.
~
When they were out of the shower, drying off, Jimin went to his closet, throwing on the cream-colored robe.
“Here, hyung, I have one that suites you,” Jimin said, pulling out a black robe with red roses on it.
Yoongi sniffed a laugh, walking over to him. “How many of these do you have?”
“Just a handful. They’re so comfortable though. Put this on and you’ll want a collection of them for yourself, trust me,” Jimin said cheerfully.
Yoongi sighed, at first feeling a bit odd to put on such a dainty silk robe, but as it slid over his shoulders, the sleeves coming to his elbows, he had to admit that its cool, smooth texture against his clean skin felt nice. “Huh, it is pretty nice.”
Jimin smiled, stepping closer to him to tie the sash around his waist for him. “Hmm, and it looks incredible. No you finally made a move after seeing me in these.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows, scoffing. “What, like you knew I had a thing for you?”
Jimin smirked, running his fingers down the low cut of the front of the robe. “I had my suspicions.”
“Sure you did.”
Jimin huffed, and grabbed Yoongi’s hand to drag him out to the living room. “Come on, let’s watch a movie, I wanna cuddle.”
“Wait a second, Minnie,” Yoongi said, pulling him back to face him. Jimin looked at him expectantly, and Yoongi cupped Jimin’s face in his hands, placing a soft kiss on his full lips. He smiled as he pulled away to look at Jimin. “You look beautiful, baby.”
Yoongi loved seeing that once again he could cause Jimin’s cheeks to grow rosy. Jimin grinned, bringing on hand to cover his large smile while his other hand teasingly slapped Yoongi’s chest.
“You weren’t kidding earlier then. Dating you is really gonna be like this?”
Yoongi felt a warmness fill his chest when Jimin was the one to say they were dating, and he grinned, hugging Jimin’s waist as they walked out to the couch. “Of course. I wouldn’t kid about something like that, beautiful.”
The two picked out a movie and settled onto the couch, cuddling in their matching silk robes for a quiet night.