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Jimin tightened the strap of his helmet, his newly restored vintage turquoise 1980 Vespa P200E was leaning on its kickstand by the curb. It was a gift from his grandfather who had a knack for restoring old and dilapidated motorcycles and scooters. Jimin treasured it like it was his child and always made sure everything was well maintained and not a rust in sight.

His grandfather had gifted it to him on his birthday and couldn’t have come at a better time because Jimin was looking for a part time job (the woes of being a broke college student) and managed to find work as a delivery boy.

Jimin had been a delivery boy for six months now and he honestly didn’t have any complaints about the job. The company that hired him was kind enough to work with his schedule while still managing to get a decent paycheck every week.

Well, as decent as one could get delivering packages.

Maybe the one complaint would be the weather. He had started working as a delivery boy in the fall and the weather was still bearable. However, when the winter season hit, riding around the city with icy winds whipping him in the face, no matter how many layers he had on, was less than ideal. It being the holidays and all, Jimin found himself out on longer routes and delivering more than his usual amount of packages. Still, Jimin couldn’t complain after seeing the nice Christmas bonus he had gotten.

Jimin was really looking forward to the spring, when the air was warm but not too hot, and he could still feel the cool breeze flow past him as he rode around the city. He wanted to enjoy the weather as much as possible before the hellfire that was the summer weather hits Seoul. Jimin didn’t even want to think about being out during his routes in the middle of the afternoon in the sweltering summer heat.

Jimin walked around to the back of his Vespa to double check that the trunk his grandfather had installed for him was secured before kicking the kickstand upwards and getting on the scooter. He had a basket in the front for smaller sized packages and letters, and the trunk in the back was for bigger items that wouldn’t fit into the basket. The Vespa also had a built in glove box for Jimin to store his own personal items.

Jimin started the engine, hearing it sputter and come to life. Jimin sat there for a moment, letting the engine run before he slowly backed out of his parking spot in the front parking lot of his apartment building and rode towards the main street.

It was a Saturday, so traffic wasn’t as heavy as it would be on a weekday. Jimin zipped through the city and finally arrived at his workplace. A decent sized postal office that sat in the corner end of a row of other business.

Jimin turned off the engine, placed the kickstand down and headed inside. Jimin didn’t bother with removing his helmet, he was just going to put it back on again.

“Hey Jimin!” One of the postal clerks, Jin, greeted Jimin. Jin was in his early thirties but still looked as youthful as if he were in his twenties. Jimin had always wondered what the hell someone like Jin was doing, working at a postal office when he should be working as a model in some high fashion industry on the front cover of a magazine.

“Jin hyung!” Jimin greeted cheerily as he clocked in. Waddaya got for me?”

“Well, surprisingly, not much today,” Jin said as he hauled the packages and letters to be delivered today. Several letters and only three packages that were all relatively small in sizes.

“You’ll be able to finish quite early today.”

“Yeah, I get to go back to my homework early,” Jimin groaned, thinking about the pile of assignments that had collected over the week. Jimin was in his Junior year of university and he was definitely feeling the strains of being an upperclassmen.

The older boy chuckled. “Here is today’s list of addresses,” Jin said and handed Jimin a piece of paper as carefully stacked the packages and letters on top of one another.

Jimin slowly walked back out to where his Vespa was parked, careful to not drop any of the items. He placed them all in the basket at the front and turned his attention to the piece of paper with the lists of all the addresses and the names of the recipients.

Jimin scanned down the list he already has a route in mind, with all his destinations being relatively close to each other except for one that’s way out by where all the factories are. Jimin doesn’t think anything of it, it’s not like he’s never delivered out there before.

Jimin was about to hop back on his scooter when he feels his pocket vibrate. He fished out his phone and stared at the text messages from his best friend and roommate of the year (his words not Jimin’s).

From Tae Tae:
Chim! Have you started delivering yet?
If you don’t answer then I assume you already are
That or you got kidnapped
Lol
...
OMG DID YOU GET KIDNAPPED?!
LISTEN WHOEVER YOU ARE YOU LET GO OF MY CHIM CHIM RIGHT NOW!
I’M CALLING THE COPS

To Tae Tae:

HOLY SHIT TAE DON’T CALL THE COPS

I’m about to start my delivery though

So…

If I don’t answer

For the love of god, don’t call the cops

From Tae Tae:
Lol okay

To Tae Tae:

Wtf do you mean “lol okay”?!

You were literally losing your shit five seconds ago

From Tae Tae:
Yeah but I burnt my toast earlier so I was feeling a little emotional

To Tae Tae:

¬_¬

Wow I didn’t realize Kookie was dating a five year old

Bye Tae.

From Tae Tae:
How dare you
I can assure you that Kookie loves this five year old
Bye! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Jimin shook his head, a small smile on his face as he pocketed his phone before he started off on his delivery.

It was like any other day, nothing extraordinary. It was on Jimin’s last delivery that something completely nerve wrecking and (probably) illegal happened.

Jimin had made it all the way to district with all the factories, trying to locate the correct address of his last drop. He turned into a street only to find that all the factories in this row were closed except for the one all the way at the end.

It was a Saturday and most businesses weren’t open on weekends. Jimin paid it no mind and rode his scooter down the street. He parked his Vespa right in front of the office door, retrieved the last package before he entered the building.

From inside the office, there were glass doors that look into the factory floor, Jimin stared at the men moving and placing big stacks of boxes into trucks at the loading dock on the other side of the factory.

“Can I help you?”

Jimin jumped. He hadn’t seen anyone in the office earlier. He turned around and was met with who he assumed was the secretary if all secretaries looked like porn stars. She was maybe a couple of years older than Jimin and had pink hair that reached all the way down to her waist. She had on the shortest pencil skirt Jimin had ever seen on a secretary with a very tight button up top, with the first two buttons undone. Her breasts practically spilling out of her top. She was also sucking on a lollipop that was a little too improper for such an innocent candy.

She eyed Jimin from head to toe, before removing the lollipop from her mouth with a obscene squelching sound. “You’re gonna stand there all day gawking at me or what?” She asked impatiently. Jimin couldn’t seem to place her accent but she was definitely not from Seoul.

“Uh, I have a package for a ‘Min Yoongi’?” Jimin said looking back down to his list to make sure he had the correct name.

The girl paled, she looked nervous. “You got the wrong address kid, there’s no one here by that name.”

Jimin groaned, great now he was going to have to bring the package back to the postal service and they were going to have to track down whoever had sent it and it’s just a lot of running around and paperwork that nobody back at the office wants to do and also because they always blame the delivery boys if they come back with a package that apparently had the wrong address. How was it their fault? They’re only the messengers!

“Look, someone around here must be named Min Yoongi or otherwise they wouldn’t have given me an address to deliver this package all the way out here. So I suggest you go back there and get your manager or whoever I can speak to about this because I’m not leaving until someone signs for this damn thing,” Jimin said and he was proud at how firm he sounded.

The girl hesitated before she turned around and disappeared through a door behind the desk. Jimin went back to watching the workers in the factory load the boxes on to the trucks when one of them slipped and dropped the box, spilling its contents.

Jimin’s eyes widened. No way, that couldn’t be what Jimin thought it was. There were dozens of pouches filled with what Jimin hoped was flour but he knew better. Jimin stared in shock as the men scrambled to pick up all the pouches of the floor and back into the boxes.

Holy shit, this wasn’t an ordinary factory, this must be some mobster’s headquarters or something. Did the mob even have headquarters?

Not the point!

Jimin was definitely freaking out now. He looked down at the package in his hands. Just exactly what the hell was in this?! And was Min Yoongi the leader or something?

Jimin had walked into some mobster’s lair and had been a witness to them packaging and loading pounds and pounds of what appeared to be cocaine. Jimin broke out into a cold sweat. They’re going to find his body at the bottom of the Han River.

Jimin stared down at the package in his shaking hands.

Jimin was actually fearing for his life right now. He might actually die today and Taehyung would be back at their dorm expecting him and Jimin would never come home.

Jimin was wondering if it was still too late for him to make a break for it when the door behind the front office desk opened and the pink haired girl reappeared with a man. He was really tall with light brown hair.

Jimin would be able to appreciate the cute dimple in his face more if he didn’t think that he was about to get snuffed. He looked young but looks can be deceiving and Jimin knew there was no way this man wasn’t at least around Jin’s age, give or take a few years.

The man smiled warmly at him and somehow, it only made Jimin more afraid. “You’re looking for Min Yoongi?” He asked in a friendly manner. Jimin swallowed although at this point he might as well be swallowing sandpaper.

“Y-yes,” Jimin squeaked out and held out the package and the address list for the man to see. The man frowned as he stared at the list and back to Jimin and then to the package. He looked back up and smiled at Jimin and his dimple deepened.

He turned his head slightly towards the girl, while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin before he said, “Get Hobi.” The girl nodded and disappeared behind the door.

Jimin wondered if the man in front of him could tell that Jimin was shaking because he could physically feel himself as his whole body trembled. The only thing he still managed to have some semblance of control over was forcing himself not to cry.

And what the hell was a Hobi? What was that some secret code word for a gun or a knife? Oh god, they were going to kill him. Jimin was going to die as a fucking delivery boy.

“Relax,” the man said and as genuine as it sounded, Jimin didn’t think he could relax even if he tried.

“I’m Namjoon.”

I don’t care.

“What’s your name?” He asked. Jimin stared at him for a moment. Jimin was suddenly grateful that the postal office didn’t make them wear name tags because no way in hell was he about to give some member of the mob his real name.

“Jin.”

Jimin mentally apologized to Jin. Namjon eyed him for a moment and Jimin could tell that he wasn’t buying Jimin’s lie. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Jin,” Namjoon said.

Yep, he definitely wasn’t buying it.

The door opened and the girl returned with another man who had orange hair. “Ah, Hobi,” Namjoon called out, “This is supposed to be delivered to hyung.” He gestured to the package in Jimin’s hand and the two men turned to stare at Jimin.

Jimin looked between them for a moment before he stood up. “O-oh! Sorry, right yeah. Here,” Jimin handed the package over to the man named Hobi who takes it wordlessly from Jimin.

Hobi glanced over at Namjoon, who subtly nodded his head before walking out the front office door.

“Well!” Namjoon said clapping his hands together, “Now that’s settled, why don’t you come with me Jin.” Jimin was starting to panic internally.

“Um Min Yoongi doesn’t have to sign this, honestly, you can sign it too,” Jimin says quickly, taking out the little device that the recipient would place their signature on.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. It is Min Yoongi’s package after all. He should sign it,” Namjoon said as he was stirring a reluctant Jimin through the doors as all the color drained from his face.

Jimin’s breath quickened and he felt his heart sink through his butt. His whole body was buzzing with nervous energy as adrenaline coursed through his veins, his fight or flight instincts were preparing for him to run for his life.

Jimin wondered if they would let him go if he started to cry and beg for his life but Jimin had seen enough gangster and crime movies to know otherwise. They were probably going to kill Jimin, and chop his body up into little pieces and feed it to the fishes in the Han River.

They walked through a narrow hallway until they reached the door towards the end. Namjoon walked passed him and opened the door and from where Jimin was standing, it looked like an ordinary factory office. He was expecting, leather couches, closed wooden shutters, a pile of cocaine, whiskey, and Tony Montana.

Okay, maybe he had been watching way too much Scarface.

Jimin walked forward almost like a robot, having to pick one foot up and dropping it down before doing the same with the other. The more he walked, the more his feet felt like lead.

After what felt like an eternity (really it was less than a minute) Jimin was in the office and Namjoon closed the door behind him with a soft thud.

Jimin looked around the office until his eyes landed on a man with silver hair sitting at the desk in front of him. He must be Min Yoongi. His brows were furrowed as he stared at the laptop in front of him. The light from the screen illuminated his pale face. The first two buttons of his black button up were unbuttoned and even from this distance, Jimin could see his collarbones peeking out.

Min Yoongi looked young and was...attractive.

Holy shit, he was really attractive and totally the kind of guy Jimin would go for if he wasn’t some drug lord or something. Oh, and there was that little issue of him probably killing Jimin off.

Jimin stood there awkwardly until the man breathed out a frustrated sigh before turning his attention to Jimin, eyes widening a little in surprise.

“You’re the delivery boy?”

Min Yoongi’s voice was so low and Jimin hated how his traitorous body reacted to the sound of it. Belatedly, Jimin realized he still had his helmet on and removed it.

“Y-yes!” Jimin said trying to fluff up his very flat hair. The silver haired man gave Jimin a very obvious once over before he said, “I’m Yoongi and you’re cute.”

Jimin flushed. “I-I just n-need you to sign this so—” Jimin fumbled with the device and almost dropped it when Yoongi stood up and started stalking towards him like some predator about to pounce on their prey.

Yoongi stopped when he was about a foot away from Jimin. “Fuck, you’re really cute,” He said, gravelly voice making Jimin feel all hot.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he seriously getting turned on by this man right now?

Jimin kept his gaze on the floor as he held out the device like a peace offering. “I just need you to sign this, Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin mumbled. Yoongi took the device, but he didn’t sign it, instead he said, “Hyung is fine.” Jimin looked back up, eyes wide and mouth agape. “W-What?”

“You heard me,” Yoongi smirked. Jimin was speechless. “Or if you want, you can call me Oppa,” He said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. “Or better yet, how about dad—”

“P-Please, just s-sign i-it a-and let m-me g-go,” Jimin stammered as he backed up against the wall. He was incredibly flustered at this point and was shaking so badly that it was affecting his speech.

Yoongi frowned. “Relax, kid. I was only teasing you. I’m not gonna do anything, I’m not like that.” Jimin wanted to snort but he held it in. Yeah, he highly doubt Yoongi wasn’t like that. The man was shipping out hundreds of pounds of drugs, there was little Jimin thought he wouldn’t do.

“Here,” Yoongi said, signing on the electronic signature device and handing it back to Jimin who almost snatched it out of his hands, pocketing it as he eyed Yoongi wearily.

“Look, kid, I don’t know what you think is about to happen but you can relax okay? I’m not going to hurt you,” Yoongi said as he walked backwards, sitting on top of his desk. As much as Jimin tried to fight it, he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. He quickly turned to Yoongi, hoping he didn’t see but the older had his eye on Jimin since he first walked into the office.

However, instead of looking offended or angry, he looked amused. “What do you think is going on here? What you think we’re the mob or something and I’m like the mob boss?” Yoongi asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Jimin wasn’t sure if it was courage or stupidity that made him answer but it was probably the latter. “Well, not after seeing you. You’re way too young to be the boss of anything,” Jimin commented, before he realized what he had just said and immediately pushed his back towards the door, slapping his hands over his mouth.

Yoongi laughed. “Feisty, I like that.” He approached Jimin once again, taking a measured pace. “But you’re not wrong,” He said, grinning at the look of horror on his face. “Still think I’m too young to be a mob boss?” He smirked.

Jimin pressed himself against the door. He hoped that with enough willpower, he would be able to pass right through the door and get the hell out of here. “W-why are you telling me all this?” Jimin squeaked. Well, that was a stupid question to ask, Jimin knew why.

Yoongi seemed to pick up on Jimin’s thoughts as well. He sighed and took a step back. “I already told you nothing is going to happen to you. Relax.”

Jimin was done playing games and so like any normal human being, he snapped. “At what point am I supposed to relax? I have just walked into some mobster’s—” Jimin gestured all around them, “Drug packing factory and in the mob boss’s office, talking to the mob boss himself!” Jimin pointed at Yoongi accusingly.

Yoongi merely cupped his cheek and regarded Jimin the way one would a small, angry puppy. “Okay, then how about I tell you some things about myself and you tell me some things about yourself and that way we can get to know each other and you wouldn’t be so on edge?” Yoongi suggested.

It was clear that Yoongi was definitely not going to kill Jimin and was now simply messing with him. Jimin felt some of his courage return. “Like hell I’m going to be telling you anything about me,” Jimin snapped.

“Aww, come on baby don’t be like that,” Yoongi cooed. “How are we supposed to date if we don’t know anything about each other?”

Jimin choked. “E-excuse me?”

Oh, this bastard was definitely enjoying making Jimin squirm and he really wanted to smack the shit eating grin off his face. “Yeah, date. You know when two people go out to dinner or the movies followed by a romantic stroll in the park and then get better acquainted between the sheets.”

Jimin stared at him as if he had grown two heads. He knew his face was as red as a tomato right now and he felt so hot that he thought he was going to combust right there. Was this guy being serious right now?

“You can’t just say shit like that to me! I could be in high school!” Jimin said and he wanted to fling something across the room right about now. Who the hell did this guy think he is?

“But you’re not,” Yoongi grinned.

“What the hell’s your problem? Can’t you get someone your own age to date you?” Jimin retorted.

Yoongi shrugged. “No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have.”

Well, how the hell was he supposed to respond to that? Even worse was that Jimin was secretly flattered at the comment. This man infuriated him to the very core and it didn’t help that he still found him ridiculously attractive despite wanting to fling something across the room at him.

“So, what do you say, baby?” Yoongi said enthusiastically like Jimin was going to actually say yes. The insane part of Jimin’s mind was was actually thinking about it. But luckily, the sane part of him was overpowering that side and Jimin mustered enough courage to reply.

“Fuck no and I’m not your baby,” Jimin spat.

“Not yet,” Yoongi said and he fucking winked at Jimin.

Jimin’s lips jutted out into a pout out of habit whenever he was really upset, and immediately drawing Yoongi’s attention to them, who was now staring intently as his pout. “Okay, are we done here? Because I’m leaving,” Jimin said about to turn around when he heard Yoongi whine.

What the fuck kind of a mob boss whines? “No but if you leave then I’ll never get to see you again.”

“That’s the plan,” Jimin says cheerfully as he turned around and opened the door, finally leaving this hell hole.

Jimin took two steps out the office before Yoongi called out, “You know I’ve always wanted to try online shopping—”

Jimin’s steps faltered.

“—And I can have them shipped here-Oh! And to my house too. I think you’ll really like my house.” And Jimin could hear the smirk in his voice. He spun around. “What?! What do you want from me?!” Jimin yelled.

Yoongi smiled smugly. “Your name, your real name.”

Jimin stood there in the hallway staring at Yoongi as he contemplated if he should tell Yoongi or not. Jimin had a feeling that Yoongi would be able to find out everything he wanted about Jimin if he wanted to. He could just have someone tail Jimin for a few days and then he’d get it. But if he told him his name...Well maybe, this way, Yoongi would be satisfied with just that and leave him alone.

Jimin scoffed to himself, there was no way Yoongi was going to leave him alone and going to the cops would be a bad idea. It could put all his loved ones at risk.

Yoongi watched Jimin intently the entire time, small amused smile on his face.

Jimin heaved a frustrated sigh, he had no other choice.

“Park Jimin,” Jimin said finally.

Yoongi seemed to mull it over for a moment. “Park Jimin, I can believe that. It suits you,” He said softly and he smiled. Not a smirk, not a grin, but an actual, genuine smile and for a moment Jimin was stunned. For that one moment, Jimin wondered what it would be like to actually say yes to Yoongi. He felt the insane part of him creep up, yelling, “What the hell is wrong with you?! An insanely hot guy wants to ask you out and you’re going to say no?!”

“Are you getting lost in my eyes?”

Well, the moment was gone but it certainly would not be missed as Jimin gave an irritated huff and stormed back down the hallway and through the door to the front office.

Jimin walked out to the front office and was greeted with the unholy sight of the pink haired girl sitting on Hobi’s lap on the front desk, as she ran her fingers through his hair and him, not so discreetly, staring at her chest.

“Get a room,” Jimin hissed, lips curled up in disgust as he slammed the door before heading out the factory and slamming the front door too.

Jimin was distracted the entire ride home, he was fuming as he replayed the events at the factory. He couldn’t even feel relieved at the fact that he had walked out of the lion’s den alive, he was that angry. He hated how much Min Yoongi affected him and he hated his stupid, cocky attitude.

Okay, yeah he may be the head of the mob and Jimin should be grateful that all he had gotten out of that was a invite for a date instead of a bullet between his eyes. Still, the fact that he thought that he could just hit on Jimin like that, like he was one of those dumb bimbos that Yoongi would pick up at a bar.

“No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have,” Jimin said it a mocking tone as he weaved in and out of traffic. Please, like that line was going to work on him. However, the skip in his heartbeat told him otherwise.

Jimin rode back to the postal office, annoyed but not as angry. He contemplated telling Jin about what happened but thought against it. The less he knew the better.

“Jimin!” Jin smiled warmly at Jimin as he walked in. “How was your route? No problems I hope?”

Jimin grumbled under his breath as he clocked out. “Jimin?” Jin asked.

“Oh, yeah. It was fine hyung, I just-I almost got hit by some dumbass who wasn’t watching where he was going,” Jimin lied.

At the look of worry on Jin’s face, Jimin sensed an oncoming lecture and Jimin quickly said, “I’m fine thought! See? I’ll just be hyper vigilant next time.” Jin frowned and mumbled out an unsure, “Okay.”

Just before he got on his scooter, he shoots Taehyung a text.

To Tae Tae:

I’m omw back

And I need to tell you about tHE FUCKERY THAT HAPPENED TO ME TODAY

From Tae Tae:
(☉｡☉)
What happened?!?!

To Tae Tae:

Tell you when I get back

From Tae Tae:
Aye Aye! Captain!

Jimin made it back in record time and took the stairs. He didn’t have the patience to wait for the elevator. He barely had the key in the lock when the door swung open from the inside and Taehyung pulled Jimin by the arm into their apartment.

“What happened?!” He asked as he turned Jimin around, scanning him for any injuries. “I’m fine, Tae,” Jimin said as he tried to swat Taehyung away who was fussing around him. He dragged his best friend over to their couch and told him everything that happened today with his last delivery and meeting Yoongi. Taehyung listened attentively, eyes growing wider and jaw getting lower as Jimin recounts the events at the factory.

“He was a mob boss?” Taehyung said in awe. “ Scarface or The Godfather?”

“Does it matter?” Jimin asked incredulously.

Taehyung whistled. “But Chim...You met a real life mob boss and he hit on you! That’s like life goals right there.”

Jimin blinked. “How is that life goals Tae?”

“Well, I mean he’s probably loaded right? And you said he was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen,” Taehyung said.

“I didn’t say he was the hottest!” Jimin protested. Taehyung looked at him, one brow cocked. “Let’s be real Chim, I’ve never seen you this worked up over a guy who is merely ‘good looking’.”

Jimin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever, I’m still not going out with him.”

“Why not?” Taehyung asked.

“Because it’s dangerous Tae! Come on, you don’t have to watch classic gangster movies to know that,” Jimin said.

“Yeah, there is that downside. Shame though, this guy sounds perfect for you.” Taehyung said.

“Oh yeah, because nothing says perfect boyfriend material like being a mob boss,” Jimin said, rolling his eyes.

“Jimin, I don’t have to meet this guy to know that he’s perfect for you. He even knew about your daddy kink,” Taehyung said offhandedly.

“I don’t have a daddy kink!” Jimin shrieked and hid his face into a pillow.

“Yeah and I’m straight,” Taehyung snorted. “Come on,” he patted Jimin’s butt, “let’s get some take out and watch a movie.”

Jimin looked up at him. “Okay, anything but Scarface or The Godfather though.”

Nothing ever happened after that day. Jimin was paranoid and thought that there would be some mobsters waiting to off him as he was walking through campus or when he was getting back to his apartment but there was never anyone.

The only thing was that whenever Jimin would go to work and Jin would hand him the list of his deliveries for the day, he would see either the address for the factory or another address somewhere in Gangnam-gu, with the name Min Yoongi listed right next to it.

Jimin would very politely and without raising suspicion, ask one of the other delivery boys if they could trade routes with him. It went on like that for three weeks and Jimin thought that Yoongi would have to give up at some point and take the hint. However, that had the opposite effect.

Jimin had just gotten back from one of his lectures and was making his walk back to his apartment when Jimin spotted him. Min Yoongi was sitting on one of the benches outside, his silver hair sticking out like a sore thumb. He was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants with a pair of sneakers. His hair was tousled and disheveled like he had just woken up. He looked so soft and adorable like this and not at all like a mob boss. His cat like eyes were droopy but lit up as soon as he saw Jimin.

“Jimin!” He said, big gummy smile on his face. Jimin stopped a few feet away from him, eyeing him wearily. “What are you doing here?” Jimin asked while he looked around making sure no one was around. He didn’t know how safe it was to be talk to Yoongi out in the open like this.

Yoongi must have sensed his uneasiness and said, “Don’t worry, no one’s going to recognize me here.”

That didn’t make Jimin feel any better. “What are you doing here? And how did you know I go to school here?” Jimin asked.

“Well, you did tell me your name, it wasn’t that hard to figure out from there.” Yoongi said, taking a step closer.

“You didn’t have someone follow me did you?” Jimin eyed him.

“No!” Yoongi said quickly and Jimin relaxed a fraction.

“But you haven’t delivered a single one of my packages and it’s been weeks so I figured you really were just avoiding me,” Yoongi said sadly and something inside Jimin ached at seeing Yoongi sad.

“W-well I was, I mean I thought I was making it pretty clear that I didn’t want to see you anymore,” Jimin said looking away from Yoongi. His puppy dog eyes were nowhere near Taehyung’s level but it was enough to make Jimin want to walk over and wrap his arms around him and he was not about to do that.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Yoongi said and Jimin could hear the honesty his voice and he still wasn’t looking at Yoongi but he saw Yoongi take a step closer in his periphery.

Jimin was now focusing somewhere on Yoongi’s shoulders. “Look, I’m going to be honest with you, you are exactly the kind of guy that I go for and under any other circumstances where you aren’t doing what you’re doing, I would actually take you up on your offer. But as it were, I can’t,” Jimin said finally looking at Yoongi and he kind of wish he hadn’t.

Gone was the overconfident and cocky mob boss that Jimin had met at the factory the other day and in front of him stood a Min Yoongi who looked a little too dejected for Jimin to handle. He felt that weird ache in his chest again.

“I know, but Jimin I swear, I will never let anything happen to you. Just, please...give me a chance,” Yoongi pleaded and Jimin had to look away again. His stare was too intense, too honest.

Jimin felt his resolve weakening. “You don’t even know anything about me,” Jimin said as his futile last ditch attempt at rebuffing Yoongi.

“Then let me take you out tonight so I can get a chance to,” Yoongi said eagerly.

God, Jimin wanted to so bad, he just didn’t want to end up regretting it later. Jimin sighed, “Fine, one chance, tonight.”

Yoongi nodded excitedly. “Yes! Okay, tonight! It’s a date. Wear something casual,” He said as he shuffled backwards. “I’ll pick you up here tonight at seven!” He called out to before turning around and practically skipping towards a black car Jimin hadn’t noticed before parked a few blocks down from his apartment building.

Jimin stood there staring after him in a dazed. What the hell just happened? Did he just agree to go on a date with a mob boss? A really big part of Jimin was squealing on the inside and it wasn’t until he walked into his apartment that he realized he had been smiling like a goon the whole time.

“Well, aren’t we in a good mood,” Taehyung commented from where he was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on their television.

“I agreed to go out on a date with Yoongi,” Jimin said softly.

Taehyung dropped the remote. “What?! When?! Yoongi was here?!” Taehyung yelled and ran towards where Jimin was.

Jimin quickly told him how the Yoongi had been waiting for him outside their building.

“Whoa, is it safe for him to just be out in the open like that?” Taehyung asked.

“He said no one would recognize him here,” Jimin replies, heading to his room and into his closet.

“Do you know where you guys are going?” Taehyung asked, popping his head into Jimin’s closet.

“Nope. Do you think this shirt says casual?” Jimin asked, holding it out for Taehyung to see. Taehyung grabs it and throws it back into the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Way too casual. Well, did he say what you guys are doing?” Taehyung asked, shaking his head when Jimin held up another shirt for him.

“Nope. Oh, what about this Tae?” He held up a red button up with black vertical lines.

“Too high fashion. What about that Hawaiian bomber jacket?” Taehyung suggested and Jimin rifled through his closet, a little triumphant, “Aha!” when he found it.

“So, you have no idea where he’s taking you?” Taehyung frowned.

“Yeah, is that bad?” Jimin asked from where he was sitting on the floor.

“You were literally the one hellbent against dating him because you said it would be dangerous!” Taehyung said in disbelief.

“And you were the one saying it was life goals!" Jimin exclaimed.

"Well, I didn"t think you"d actually go out with him!" Taehyung replied.

"He said he wouldn"t let anything happen to me," Jimin mumbled.

“And you believed him? Chim, superheroes say that to the women they love all the time and look what happens,” Taehyung tried reasoning.

“So, what should I just cancel this date then?” Jimin asked trying not to sound to disappointed at the prospect of having to do so.

“No, I’m just saying you should have been more careful and asked him where it is you guys are going is all,” Taehyung sighed, sitting on the floor next to Jimin.

It was quiet for a moment before Taehyung picked up a pair of tight leather pants. “What about these? They always look like they were spray painted on to your legs. Imagine when Yoongi sees your ass in this,” Taehyung suggested with a smirk.

Jimin used those same pair of pants to smack Taehyung on the head.

It was almost seven and Jimin was putting on his shoes and preparing to head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He had on a black t-shirt with the Hawaiian bomber jacket and a pair of black ripped jeans. Taehyung’s boyfriend Jungkook, had been called over as well.

“I still have no idea why you guys called me over,” Jungkook said around his mouthful of chips.

“Because you’re supposed to act like the big tough guy that intimidates Yoongi,” Taehyung said, grabbing the bowl of chips from out of his hands.

“How the hell am I supposed to intimidate a mob boss?”

“I don’t know! Just...stand there and look big!” Taehyung gestured to his boyfriend, waving his hands around him. “I swear, what is the point of you bench pressing so often if you can’t even take on a mob boss?”

“Because my muscles can stop a bullet, Tae,” Jungkook said sarcastically.

Jimin interjected before Taehyung could come back with a snappy reply.

“Tae, I think this is a bit much, I’ll be fine. I’ll text you an update every hour or so,” Jimin said trying to comfort his best friend.

“No, it’s not. And you better text me every half an hour. Now let’s go, it’s already seven,” Taehyung said, pushing both Jimin and Jungkook out the door.

“What happened to my best friend who was all eager for me to date a mob boss a few weeks ago?” Jimin laughed.

“That was just talk and it’s not like we were serious. But now you actually are going out with one and you can’t blame me for being overly protective. Back me up here Kookie!” Taehyung said, pulling on Jungkook’s arm.

“Yeah, I do agree, hyung. You need to be really careful,” Jungkook said seriously.

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Yes, moms.”

Yoongi was already waiting downstairs for Jimin. He had on a long camouflage jacket, a black t-shirt and a black pair of jeans. His silver hair a tousled mess as always. If Jimin didn’t no better, he’d say he looked just like any other college student. But Jimin did know better and suddenly the anticipation he was feeling was replaced by nervousness.

Was he crazy? He was actually about to go out on a date with a mob boss. Maybe Taehyung and Jungkook were right.

Yoongi’s face lit up as soon as he saw Jimin and whatever qualms he had about the night disappeared. “Hi,” he said shyly upon seeing Jimin. “You look really good,” He said after not so shamefully eyeing Jimin.

Jimin blushed and was about to respond when they heard someone clear their throat from behind them. Taehyung and Jungkook were standing a couple of feet away trying their best to look as intimidating as possible but they looked about as intimidating as a tiger cub and a bunny.

Yoongi looked at them amused. “Sorry, this is Taehyung my best friend and Jungkook his boyfriend,” Jimin introduced. “I, um, also may have told them about you. But Taehyung’s my best friend and Jungkook’s his boyfriend so...But I swear! They won’t tell anyone,” Jimin added timidly.

Yoongi looked at Jimin and he thinks that he looked a little sad. “Jimin, it’s okay. I understand they’re your best friends and you have to tell them.”

“Okay, well now that we have that settled, I need to know, where are you taking my Chim Chim?” Taehyung asked, arms crossed.

Yoongi looked at him, amused. “Somewhere public with a lot of witnesses.”

“I’m glad you find my concern for the safety of my best friend so amusing,” Taehyung said unimpressed.

“Tae—”

“No, he’s right. I’m sorry. But I can’t tell you where I’m taking Jimin because I wanted it to be a surprise but I promise you he will be safe,” Yoongi said.

“And have him back by eleven,” Taehyung added.

“Tae!”

“Eleven thirty,” Yoongi counters.

“Deal.” And Taehyung and Yoongi shook on it.

“First of all, I’ll be back whenever I want because I’m not a child. Secondly, if you’re done with the third degree Tae, we’ll be going now.” Jimin said, pulling Yoongi away from Taehyung and Jungkook.

“Wait! I forgot to ask! Do you have a gun on you?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi turned back around and with a blank face, he said, “Yes,” before he and Jimin walk away. Jimin giggled at the absolute dumbfounded expression on his best friend’s face before leaning in to ask, “Do you really have a gun on you?”

Yoongi grinned. “Nah, I just wanted to see the look on his face when I said that.”

They walked until they reached the sidewalk of the main road where Yoongi had parked his car. It was a black Audi R8. Jimin whistled lowly.

“Impressed?” Yoongi smirked. Jimin nodded. “Good,” He said and Jimin didn’t miss the pleased smile on his face before he came around to open the door for Jimin to get in.

“So…” Jimin said as Yoongi started up the car.

“So?” Yoongi asked.

“You said you wanted to get to know each other right? I have some questions.” Jimin said.

“Ask me whatever you want. I’ll answer honestly,” Yoongi said, giving him a small sideway glance, lips curled up into a smile.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-three.”

That’s not so bad.

“Is that...okay?” Yoongi asked quietly. He sounded nervous.

“Yeah. I mean, I knew you had to be in your thirties,” Jimin replied.

“What about you?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m twenty-one. Is that okay?” Now it was Jimin’s turn to be nervous. What if Yoongi thought he was too young? Well, Yoongi was the one to pursue him after all so he must have some idea of how old he was.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t it be. You’re in university, you had to be around that age,” Yoongi said.

“You don’t think I’m too young?” Jimin pressed.

Yoongi’s quiet for a moment before he said, “Like I said, no one’s been able to capture my attention like you have.”

It sounded a lot less flirtatious than it did in the office that day, there was an underlying hint of something Jimin can’t quite place just yet but he’s blushing at the honestly all the same. He wasn’t sure what to say to that so he decided on being sarcastic instead. “Well, maybe that just means there’s something wrong with you because you can’t get people your own age to date you.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. But at this point, I doubt anyone else will do.”

Jimin was glad that it was so dark in the car or else Yoongi would be able to see how red he had gotten.

“When’s your birthday?”

“March 9th. When’s yours?”

“October 13th.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Contemporary dance.”

They were at a red light. Yoongi turned to look at him, a sly smile on his face, “Dancer huh? That would explain the body.”

“You know what, I think you can just drop me off here,” Jimin said, making to get out of the car.

Yoongi laughed. It was a bubbly and innocent sound. “I’m sorry Jimin. It’s just too easy.”

Jimin huffed, crossing his arms and pouting. “I’m really sorry. I just meant that I can see it. You being a dancer I mean,” Yoongi said.

Jimin continued to pout although he was secretly pleased at the comment. Jimin was very self-conscious when it came to his body. He was a lot better now but still Jimin was alway happy whenever someone complimented him.

“How long have you been dancing?” Yoongi asked, cutting into his thoughts.

“Since I was a child. I-I love dancing, it’s all I’ve ever known and I can’t ever imagine not doing it,” Jimin said softly, eyes a little glazed whenever he talked about his craft.

It was silent in the car before a loud honk sounded from behind them making them both jump. Yoongi had been staring at Jimin with a fond smile on his face and wasn’t paying attention to the light when it turned green.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled before putting the gear into drive.

“I can relate though,” Yoongi started after a moment of silence, “That passion for you have for dancing. It’s the same way for me and music. I-um, used to produce music.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. He would have never guessed in a million years that Min Yoongi the mob boss, actually made music.

“Used to?” Jimin asked.

“Well, unfortunately, I couldn’t do it for a living and I had to pay the bills somehow,” Yoongi said. He sounded bitter.

Another silence fell, this one a little more tense as Jimin prepared himself to ask the question he had been wanting to ask since he first met Yoongi.

“H-how did you become, you know, a mob boss?” Jimin asked tentatively.

Jimin could see from Yoongi’s profile that he was smiling so he thought that it was okay for him to ask.

“I told you, Jimin. You can ask me whatever you want and I’ll answer honestly,” He said before he took a big breath.

“To put it plain and simple, it was a hostile takeover. The boss before me, he was an old, useless man. He sat in his greed. He was complacent, thinking that his position was secure. He didn’t care about what was happening out there to his men. A lot of us under him had been planning to overthrow him for a long time. I was the only one ambitious enough to actually set a motion in plan and well, here I am today.”

Jimin silently wondered how many people had to die for Yoongi to get to where he was today. He wondered how many of those people were killed by Yoongi.

They had arrived to their destination but Jimin was too distracted to look at and see where they were.

“Jimin?”

Jimin turned to look at Yoongi only to find that the older was already looking at him. The look in Yoongi’s eyes brought back that aching feeling again. He looked sad and nervous.

Jimin saw Yoongi’s hand twitch from where they were now in his lap, like he wanted to reach out to him.

“I’m not a bad person, I don’t hurt innocent people. I do what I have to do to survive because this is my life now and it’s all I know. But I swear, nothing will ever happen to you,” Yoongi said and his eyes were pleading for Jimin to understand.

Jimin was silent for a while, staring at down at his hands. This was just a date. It wasn’t as if he’ll have to see Yoongi again after this. But you want to see him again a small part of him said and he realized that it was true. He wanted to see Yoongi again but he was scared. What if something happened to him or Taehyung or any of his friends or worse even his family?

Finally, Jimin looked up at Yoongi who had a hopeful expression on his face. “You promise you won’t let anything happen to me?”

“I swear it on my life,” Yoongi said and Jimin had never seen the mob boss look more serious.

“Okay,” Jimin said quietly.

A bright smile spread across Yoongi’s face. “Really?”

“Yeah, but I mean this is just a date, who knows what’s going to happen after tonight?” Jimin said.

“Oh, I promise you, after tonight, there will be a second date,” Yoongi said smugly.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

They got out of the car and Jimin looked up at the building, its big pink neon sign casting the entire parking lot in a faint pink glow.

“You brought me to an arcade?” Jimin asked in awe.

“Yeah, I come here often when things get too stressful and hectic,” Yoongi said as he stared up at the building with a fond look.

“Really?” Jimin asked.

“What? Can’t a thirty year old man enjoy some video games? What has the world come to?”

Jimin’s laughter echoed through the parking lot as he and Yoongi made their way into the arcade.

It turned out, Jimin really sucked at arcade games. Yoongi on the other hand, was amazing at them. It was embarrassing when he only had a few measly tickets in his hands and Yoongi had several stacks of them. Jimin also texted Taehyung every half hour like he had promised.

Despite his embarrassing failure as a gamer, Jimin had a lot of fun, Yoongi was a lot of fun. Moreover, Jimin found that Yoongi was really easy to talk to with conversation flowing freely between the two and there was never an awkward moment between them.

Jimin couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun on a first date. He couldn’t remember ever connecting with someone so well as he did with Yoongi on a first date. It scared Jimin how fast his feelings for Yoongi had grown over the span of one night. He didn’t even think it was possible to like someone this early on this fast despite what Yoongi had told Jimin in the car.

Jimin had watched Yoongi the whole night, with how he interacted with the other arcade goers and the staff who worked there and there was never a moment where he was mean or cruel. Everything that Jimin saw was a hundred percent genuine. He was warm, gentle. And while Jimin knew Yoongi wasn’t like this around his subordinates or other members of organized crime, who he was as a mob boss wasn’t who Yoongi really was deep down as a person.

Yoongi was also honest and always spoke his mind and that was something that Jimin could definitely respect. “I don’t see a need to lie.” He had told Jimin when the younger had commented on it.

Yoongi was also attentive to Jimin’s needs. Sure he made fun of Jimin mercilessly when he kept losing but he kept asking if Jimin was having fun (which he was), if he had enough to eat, if he wanted a refill on his soda, if Jimin was tired. And it didn’t feel like an adult taking care of a kid, it was just a guy making sure his date was comfortable and Jimin was glad that the age difference didn’t have the impact he thought it would at first.

They walked up to the prize booth and Jimin looked down at the tickets in his hand, staring sadly at the twelve tickets in his hand. Jimin eyed the big dinosaur plushie longingly. It was hung at the top of the booth with the other toys that had ticket pricing listed in the thousands. In the end, he traded in his tickets for a pen. The guys must have felt bad because he threw in an extra magnet, like that was going to make Jimin feel any better.

Jimin stepped aside so Yoongi can exchange his tickets, staring at the magnet and pen his hand. Well, at least now they’ll have one magnet to decorate they bare fridge and Taehyung was always complaining as to why there was never any pens in the house.

“The dinosaur plushie please.”

Jimin’s head snapped up from where he was staring at his “prize”. Jimin watched as the man removed the plushie from the hook it had been hanging on and exchanged it with the big bundle of tickets in Yoongi’s hands.

Yoongi turned to Jimin and held out the plushie. “Here.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “But they’re your winnings,” Jimin said but his hands were already reaching for the dinosaur.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed the plushie into his hands. “I was already planning on getting it with my tickets before we walked into the arcade and I saw you eyeing the dinosaur the moment we walked in.”

Jimin hugged the dinosaur against his chest. “Thank you,” he said softly.

Yoongi’s gaze softened.

“You’re welcome.”

Yoongi and Jimin left the arcade at around midnight and he was now driving Jimin back home. They arrived outside Jimin’s apartment building and Yoongi was fiddling with something in his pocket.

“Um, Jimin...c-could I have you number?”

Jimin grinned. “Why?”

Jimin could see from the light of the streetlight outside that Yoongi’s cheeks were red. For once, it was Yoongi who was flustered and not Jimin. He looked adorable.

“I-I don’t know. So I can t-text you or c-call you maybe?” Yoongi was nervous and it was so cute.

Jimin wanted to see how long he could drag this out for. Yoongi was always the one teasing him, and he wanted to tease him back.

“Why? I don’t remember agreeing to a second date,” Jimin said, feigning disinterest.

Yoongi stared at him, eyes wide. He looked like a kick puppy. “But you said that if you had fun tonight right?” Yoongi asked, a touch of desperation in his tone.

Jimin burst out laughing. “I’m sorry Yoongi! I couldn’t resist, you’re just so cute!”

Yoongi groaned, “Jimin! Don’t do that to me! Do you have any idea long it’s been since I went on a date. You may not be able to tell but I’m a nervous wreck over here.”

“Really? Could have fooled me,” Jimin commented, laughter dying down.

“Hey, I only acted like a fuckboy the first time we met because you were so cute and I didn’t think I had a chance with you anyway so,” Yoongi said.

Jimin stared at him in disbelief. “And you never act that way around other people you try to pick up?”

“There are no other people. What? Do you think I have time running around bars picking someone up? I do have an empire to run you know.” Yoongi said indignantly.

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know what mob bosses do in their free time.”

“I don’t have any free time. Well, I try to make time for things that matter,” Yoongi sighed.

The implication of Yoongi’s statement was quite clear and Jimin smiled into his dinosaur.

Yoongi cleared his throat. “So, um, can I see you again?”

“Hmm…” Jimin mused.

“Come on, I even got you that dinosaur.”

“Yeah, but this is to make up for how much you made fun of me,” Jimin said, nuzzling into the plushie.

Yoongi eyed the dinosaur enviously. “I’m beginning to regret giving you that.”

“Too late! No take backs!” Jimin said, squeezing the dinosaur close to him.

“Okay, fine but only if you give me your number and agree to go on a second date with me.”

“That’s a lot to ask for one dinosaur.”

“Jimin!” Yoongi groaned.

Jimin giggled, “Okay! Okay!”

They exchanged numbers with the promise that Yoongi would take Jimin out on a second date. Jimin wanted to skip back into his building but he knew Yoongi was waiting for him to get in safely before he drove off so he forced himself to act normal until he got into the elevator.

Once safe within the confines of the metal contraption, Jimin squealed into his plushie.

Taehyung and Jungkook were still awake and unfortunately were heavily making out on the couch, hands everywhere and bodies gyrating. Jimin was just glad that no one was naked.

“Oh my god! Tae!” Jimin shrieked the second he walked in. The couple quickly separated.

“We were waiting for you!” Jungkook said panting, face flushed and lips all red and swollen.

“Sure you were,” Jimin said, taking off his shoes. Taehyung got up from the couch. “How was your date?”

At the mention of his date, Jimin smiled widely, eyes turning into little half moons. “He got be a dinosaur,” Jimin said as held out the plushie.

“What? How come you never win me anything?” Taehyung said, pouting and lightly smacking Jungkook on the chest.

“I’ll get you all the plushies you want!” Jungkook scrambled to say.

“No! It’s not genuine now,” Taehyung said looking away from him.

“Tae—”

Jimin left the two love birds to argue as he walked back to his bedroom to get ready for bed. Just as Jimin was about to turn of the lights, his phone buzzed.

From Tony Montana:
Did you get back to your apartment okay?

To Tony Montana:

Yeah, although I kind wish I hadn’t

From Tony Montana:
?

To Tony Montana:

Taehyung and Jungkook were making out on our couch

I’m pretty sure I need to burn that couch now

From Tony Montana:
Lol
They’re in college
They’re young and hormonal
I’m sure you can understand that

To Tony Montana:

Did you just type ‘lol’?

That’s a little too hip for you isn’t it? :p

HA! Yeah right, like I have someone to be young and hormonal with -_-

From Tony Montana:
I’m thirty not eighty
And I mean…
You do now ;)

To Tony Montana:

I’m blocking you

From Tony Montana:
:(
I’m kidding Jimin
Please don’t actually block me

To Tony Montana:

Omg

How are you such a noodle

I was being sarcastic

From Tony Montana:
It’s hard to pick up sarcasm over text

To Tony Montana:

Should I just tag a smiling face at the end of all my texts from now on? :)

From Tony Montana:
Somehow, that’s scarier
I’ll just have to learn I guess
So…

To Tony Montana:

So…

From Tony Montana:
When can I see you next?

To Tony Montana:

Idk

Doesn’t that revolve around your schedule?

From Tony Montana:
I told you
I will take time out for the things that matter

To Tony Montana:

(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

You can’t just say things like that

How am I supposed to respond to that? >_<

From Tony Montana:
What is that?

To Tony Montana:

What?

Oh, it’s a Japanese emoticon

I means I’m blushing

From Tony Montana:
...Really?
I made you blush :)

To Tony Montana

Yeah, yeah

You want this second date or not?

From Tony Montana:
Please
Can I see you this Friday?

To Tony Montana:

Friday works :D

I’ll see you then!

Gotta go to sleep now

I have a late morning class

From Tony Montana:
Goodnight Jimin
Sleep well

To Tony Montana:

Goodnight!

Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship continued to blossom from then on. Jimin went on his second date with Yoongi. He had taken Jimin to this fancy restaurant in Gangnam-gu and Jimin almost had a heart attack when he saw the price for water. Yoongi had assured him that it was his treat but Jimin didn’t feel right letting him pay for everything so they agreed from then on that they could go somewhere that Jimin could afford and he got to pay for half.

“Jimin I don’t mind paying. I want to pay,” Yoongi whined. But Jimin was adamant. If he was going to be in this relationship with Yoongi that he wanted to pull his weight. But Yoongi had always submitted to Jimin’s wishes. Not that Jimin was every unreasonable or anything but Yoongi always went with whatever Jimin suggested. And while he would shamelessly flirt with Jimin, he never did anything that made Jimin uncomfortable.

It was Jimin who had reached out to hold Yoongi’s hand after their third date. They were taking a romantic stroll by the Han River and he kept feeling Yoongi’s knuckles brushing against his and after the fifth time, just grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together. He glanced over at Yoongi who was red in the face but otherwise said nothing. He just continued to stare straight ahead but Jimin felt the grip in his hand tighten around his. They had continued their walk, cheeks rosy red and a big smile on both their faces.

Yoongi didn’t ask Jimin to be his boyfriend until their fifth date. They were in Jimin’s apartment watching a movie, half a pizza pie left in the box in front of them. Jimin could tell that Yoongi wasn’t paying attention to the movie. He kept fidgeting in his seat and glancing over at Jimin.

Jimin paused the movie. “Hyung, what is it?”

“Um...I-I know this may seem it’s too s-soon, b-but I really like y-you Jimin,” Yoongi stammered, face reddening. Jimin gently took Yoongi’s hand in his, his thumb rubbing little circles onto Yoongi’s hand.

“I really like you too,” Jimin said quietly, cheeks tinted pink.

“W-will you be my b-boyfriend?”

Jimin stared at Yoongi for a moment before his face broke out into a smile. He cupped Yoongi’s cheeks, leaned closer and before Yoongi had time to process what was happening, gently placed his lips against.

That was also the night of their first kiss.

Yoongi froze for a split second before his hands wound around Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, their lips slotting perfectly together. Jimin sighed against him, their lips gliding together and Jimin sucked on his bottom lip a little before he pulled away with Yoongi chasing after him.

“Yes, hyung,” Jimin smiled sweetly at him. Yoongi looked at Jimin, a little dazed before he leaned in for another kiss.

As the weeks went on, tiny pieces of Yoongi started showing up all over Jimin’s apartment. His spare shoes by their shoe rack, Yoongi’s toothbrush, clothes he kept there for when he spent the night and Jimin’s and needed to change. Jimin’s things too, eventually found their way to Yoongi’s penthouse in Gangnam-gu.

Jimin was a little hesitant at first to spend the night over at Yoongi’s despite the older asking him numerous times to.

“Not that I don’t love spending time in your apartment, Sunshine, but I want you to get familiar with my home too,” Yoongi pleaded.

Jimin knew he was being ridiculous, he knew Yoongi never brought his work back home with him and especially never when he was with Jimin. He never brought a gun out with him while he was on a date with Jimin, although Jimin knew about the handheld gun in the glove compartment of Yoongi’s car.

Yoongi never once showed up at his doorstep all bloodied and cut up. Not even so much as a scratch. He was good at keeping his work away from Jimin. However, the irrational side of Jimin kept thinking that if he went to Yoongi’s home, he would find a mountain of cocaine all over his dining table along with piles of money, guns everywhere, and a semi-conscious bloodied up man tied up in a corner.

Yoongi had actually laughed when he finally got Jimin to tell him what was bothering him which only resulted in a pouty Jimin ignoring Yoongi for the rest of the night.

“Baby, I’m sorry but you have to admit that is a little ridiculous and you know I never bring my work home with me, least of all a random stranger to my house and a bloodied one at that,” Yoongi said, wrapping his arms around Jimin, and placed his head over Jimin’s shoulder. He gave Jimin’s middle a little squeeze.

“Look, I am going to be honest with you and tell you that yes, I do keep some weapons stashed around the house for safety purposes but it’s not like I have assault rifles just lying around.”

“Please, Sunshine? Just come over and you’ll see. It’s like any penthouse in Gangnam-gu,” He cooed, kissing Jimin on the cheek.

Jimin tilted his head to face Yoongi, lips still pouting. “Okay.”

Yoongi swooped down and gave him a kiss. “Besides, we keep all our semi-conscious victims tied up in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.”

Yoongi spent that night sleeping on the far side of Jimin’s bed. Well, better the bed than the couch at least.

Jimin went over to Yoongi’s place the next night and his jaw dropped when he saw Yoongi’s penthouse. It was huge and spacious but only because there was a minimal amount of furniture. Some couches, a television, a coffee and dining table, and a grand piano situated at one end of the living room. Jimin’s face had lit up when he saw the piano, demanding that Yoongi play Jimin every song he knew.

Yoongi, who was never able to say no to Jimin, had played until Jimin had told him he was hungry. During dinner, Yoongi had offered to teach Jimin and Jimin eagerly assented. Scarfing down the rest of his meal before heading over to the piano bench and waited for Yoongi.

Jimin still worked for the postal office, he enjoyed being a delivery boy and didn’t see a reason to quit. However, since he started dating Yoongi, he had to now update both Taehyung and his boyfriend of his whereabouts.

(“Hyung, I’ve been a delivering packages for six months before I met you. I’ll be fine.”)

(“It just gives me a peace of mind Sunshine. And plus, you’re already texting Taehyung before you start work, you can text me too.”)

(“One mother hen is enough.”)

While Jimin was touched that his boyfriend cared so much, enough was enough when Namjoon had shown up, casually waltzing into the postal office and dropping off what was probably and empty package just to check up on Jimin. Jimin would have honestly let it slide if it was that one time but he kept coming every days.

“I can’t believe you got Namjoon to come down to where I work,” Jimin huffed.

Yoongi had the decency to look a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I just wanted him to check out the place you worked and I thought it would have been too obvious if I went down there.”

“Well you can tell him to stop coming in now,” Jimin said.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he keeps coming in every few days with a package he needs delivered. Like seriously, hyung? How many packages do you need delivered in a week?” Jimin snorted.

“Jimin, I only asked him to go down there and check the place out that one time. He’s still showing up?” Yoongi asked, brows furrowed.

“Yeah,” Jimin said slowly. “Wait, you haven’t been asking him to go down there?”

Yoongi shook his head.

“Then what the hell is he doing?!”

The next time Namjoon showed up, Jimin kept a close eye on him as he gathered his packages for the day. Unlike the day Jimin first met him where Namjoon wore a crinkled white button up, Namjoon was always impeccably dressed for someone who was here to drop off a package.

Namjoon would show up in an actual suit. Red suits, blue suits, black suits, white suits. Jimin had to admit he looked good in all of them seeing as how Namjoon was very proportionately blessed, but there has to be a reason why he keeps showing up without Yoongi telling him to actually be there.

Jimin got his answer within a minute of Namjoon entering the facility.

“O-oh Namjoon!” Jin called out and he looked...flustered? Jimin watched with wide eyes as Jin quickly fixed his hair, staring into the small mirror on the other side of the counter.

“Jin,” Namjoon greeted, dimple smile on his face, and...holy shit was Namjoon blushing?!

“Another package for my grandmother,” Namoon said, smiling shyly as he held up the box in his hands. Jimin can only imagine the miscellaneous objects that Namjoon had placed in there to make it seemed like he actually had something in there.
“You’re such a good grandson,” Jin said, eyes softening.

Jimin wanted to snort.

“It just sucks that I don’t get to see her very often so I try to send her little trinkets, hopefully it’ll make her day brighter,” Namjoon sighs.

“Oh my god,” Jimin said in disbelief before realizing that he had said that a little too loudly and now both the older men were staring at him. Namjoon with wide and pleading eyes and Jin with confused ones.

“O-oh my god,” Jimin chuckled nervously, “These packages are so heavy!” And he quickly shuffled out of there while avoiding eye contact from both of them.

“He what?!” Yoongi laughed. Jimin was lying on top of Yoongi, head on his chest with their arms wrapped around each other in Yoongi’s bed.

“You should have seen him hyung, it was so sad.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. That would most definitely explain why he’s been in such a good mood lately,” Yoongi said still chuckling.

Jimin hesitated for a moment before propping his chin up on Yoongi’s chest, “Hyung, I know you trust Namjoon and that he’s your best friend and all, but I don’t know him very well and I care about Jin hyung a lot. I don’t want him getting hurt if this is just some fling to Namjoon.”

“Sunshine, trust me when I say, if Namjoon wanted a fling, he’d go to the nearest bar for that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him work this hard just to get into somebody’s pants.”

Jimin stared at him, lips set in a pout.

“I’ll talk to him Sunshine.”

Jimin and Yoongi had been dating for four months now and Jimin didn’t think he has ever been happier. Yoongi was the best boyfriend and even the thought of him as a mob boss didn’t worry him as much anymore, slowly getting used to the idea. He also made sure that Yoongi never told him about anything about his business or work which Yoongi was more than happy to oblige.
Yeah, everything was going perfectly well.

More than perfect.

Except—

“Why the hell won’t he have sex with me yet?” Jimin asked frustrated as he ran his fingers through his hair for the hundredth time that morning, making him look a little crazy.

Taehyung stared up at him, mouth hanging open with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth.

“That’s a little TMI for the morning don’t you think Chim?”

“Not when I had to listen to you and Jungkook having wild animal sex a couple of mornings ago,” Jimin said still traumatized at the sounds he heard first thing whenever he had woken up that morning.

Taehyung turned bright red. “Sorry,” He mumbled into his cereal.

“And it’s not fair that I have to listen to it when I haven’t been getting any!” Jimin whined.

“Well, then why don’t you just tell him? You want the D,” Taehyung said.

“I can’t just talk to him about this!” Jimin moaned.

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because you don’t want to come off as a thirsty ass thot?” Taehyung grinned.

“Yes, Taehyung that is exactly it,” Jimin said unamused. He sighed, “Like he’s so sweet and I understand he doesn’t want to push me into doing anything I’m not comfortable with but like all we do is kiss, which is nice, don’t get me wrong, but the second things get a little hot and heavy, he pushes me away and just cuddles me instead.”

“The nerve of him!” Taehyung said in a mock offended tone.

“And the other night,” Jimin continued as if he hadn’t heard Taehyung, “We were making out and I could tell he was holding himself back and I tried to make him let go and grinded on him—”
“Again, way too much information for me and my cereal.”

“—But he immediately stopped me and turned me around his lap and just hugged me for the rest of the night! I mean I could feel his boner Tae! It was pressing against my back. It was huge!”

“Okay,” Taehyung said and dropped his spoon into his cereal and pushed his bowl away.

“What do I do Tae?” Jimin asked as if he hadn’t just put his best friend off his breakfast.

Taehyung sighed, “Jesus Christ Chim, just be honest with him! He’s been honest with you this whole time.”

Jimin thought about it and Taehyung was right, Yoongi had only ever been honest with him. But Jimin was scared he didn’t know where to even begin telling Yoongi that he wanted to be more intimate with him. Jimin thought about all the nights he spent alone while Yoongi was off on his “business”, three of his stubby fingers shoved deep into his whole but never quite reaching where he needed them to be, moaning and crying out, wishing so desperately for them to be replaced with Yoongi’s long and slender ones.

He had dreamt one too many times of Yoongi fucking him until, the pleasure making him so delirious that he would pass out while Yoongi continued to fuck him until he came inside him. He was always afraid that he would talk or even worse, moan in his sleep whenever Yoongi was over, but the older never said anything the morning and Jimin had to take care of his raging boner quietly in the bathroom.

Jimin decided right then and there that he needed to talk to Yoongi. Jimin was going over to Yoongi’s penthouse that night and made up his mind to talk to him then.

Yoongi had cooked that night and they were cuddling on the couch when Jimin threw his leg over Yoongi’s lap and straddled him. He leaned down and kissed Yoongi slowly at first, arms winding around his neck and Yoongi’s came up to wrap around Jimin’s waist.

It was slow at first, Jimin merely gliding his lips against Jimin before he it down on Yoongi’s bottom. Yoongi groaned, opening his mouth and Jimin eagerly licked into his mouth. Jimin started rutting his hips into Yoongi’s, and he could feel Yoongi’s growing erection.

Jimin moaned softly as Yoongi sucked on his tongue, the grip around his waist tightening. Jimin’s hand started to wander down Yoongi’s chest and to the hem of his shirt and he was about to lift it when Yoongi stopped him.

“W-wait,” Yoongi breathed heavily as he pulled Jimin away.

Jimin clung onto his shirt. “No, you always do that! Don’t pull away!” Jimin tried to kiss him again but Yoongi moved away right at the last minute.

Jimin pulled away, he was hurt.

“No! Jimin—” Yoongi said trying to grab a hold of Jimin who squirmed out of his grip.

Jimin quickly ran to the front door, tears clingy to his eyelashes. He was so stupid, of course a grown man like Yoongi wouldn’t want to sleep with someone like him. As much as Yoongi said he likes Jimin, that’s not enough for them to move forward in their relationship. At least not physically.

Jimin was almost at the door when Yoongi gripped his wrist and pulled him back towards him, holding Jimin tight against him.

Jimin thrashed around in his hold. “Let me go!”

“No! Jimin listen to me!” Yoongi said trying to subdue a struggling Jimin.

“No you listen to me Min Yoongi!” Jimin yelled, finally freeing himself from Yoongi’s hold.

“I get it okay? I know what it means when someone continuously rejects your advances alright? I mean why would someone like you want to have sex with someone like me? And I’m not saying that a relationship has to be just based on sex but I’m a young, hormonal man! I would like there to be some physical aspects to a relationship!” Jimin was breathing heavily, his face red by the time he was done.

Yoongi stared at Jimin, an unreadable look in his eyes. “Are you done?”

Jimin took a deep breath. “Yes.”

That’s when Yoongi pounced. He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling him forward as his mouth crashed against Jimin’s. Jimin tried to pull away at first but Yoongi tightened his grip, pulling him closer until Jimin melted against in his arms and kissing back with just as much fervor.

The kiss was messy, urgent, their tongues just licking against each other as Yoongi lifted Jimin up and slammed his against the door. Jimin’s leg automatically went to wrap around Yoongi’s waist.

Jimin leaned his head back as Yoongi licked and sucked down the column of his neck.

“How can you honestly think that I didn’t want to have sex with you?” Yoongi growled against his neck, biting and sucking on a particular spot until red and purple blotches bloomed.

“Y-you alway p-pushed me away,” Jimin panted. Yoongi leaned against his neck and took a big steadying breath. “I never wanted to rush you or push you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. I wanted you to make absolutely sure.”

Jimin huffed, looking down at him. “I’ve been throwing myself at you and you still didn’t think I was absolutely sure? What about now?” Jimin said and he pressed his erection against Yoongi’s, pleased that he was still hard this whole time.

“Fuck,” Yoongi growled. “Okay, we are going to the bedroom, right now.”

Yoongi lifted Jimin away from the door and carried him towards his bedroom. The whole way there, Jimin kissed and sucked on Yoongi’s unblemished neck. They finally made it to his room, with Yoongi nearly dropping Jimin once when the younger had sucked on his earlobe.

Yoongi dropped Jimin on his bed and crawled on top of him and locked their lips in a searing kiss. Jimin started grinding his hips upwards as his hands clawed at Yoongi’s shirt, there was too many layers of clothes separating them. He wasn’t close enough, he wanted to feel Yoongi’s body, against his.

“Y-Yoongi,” Jimin moaned, trying to pull Yoongi’s shirt off of him. “Okay, baby. Okay,” Yoongi said and he quickly stood up. Jimin stared at the large bulge in Yoongi’s pants as Yoongi moved to quickly remove his shirt. Yoongi was about to remove his jeans next but Jimin crawled over and stopped him.

“Wait,” Jimin said and he got up from the bed and switched positions with Yoongi with him sitting on the bed and Jimin standing up. Jimin removed his shirt and quickly removed his pants along with his boxers, his erection bouncing against his stomach, all the while maintaining eye contact with Yoongi.

“Fuck,” Yoongi said weakly as he stared at Jimin bare before him. He reached out his hand tentatively and splayed his hands across Jimin’s stomach.

Yoongi groaned as his hands roved the expanse of Jimin’s chest. Yoongi’s warm hands felt good against Jimin’s cold skin but he was too distracted by Yoongi’s erection straining against his jeans.

Jimin got on his knees and reached for the button of Yoongi’s pants. He unzipped his pants and pulled both his jeans and boxers down and removed them completely from Yoongi’s legs. Yoongi led out an audible hiss, relieved when his dick was free of the confines of his jeans.

Jimin’s eyes widen at the sight of it. He was right, it was huge, thick and long. Jimin’s mouth opened, he leaned forward but Yoongi gently pushed against him. “Jimin, you don’t have to,”

Without missing a beat Jimin said, “I want to taste you, daddy.” Yoongi’s pupils dilated almost perceptibly.

“Fuck!” Yoongi growled and he grabbed the back of Jimin’s head, kissing him hard as Jimin whimpered against him. Yoongi was relentless, sucking on Jimin’s tongue, biting hard against his plush lips. Jimin kneeled there, completely pliant in his hands. Yoongi finally pulled away, a thin string of spit connecting their lips.

Yoongi looked wild, pupils blown, lips all red and shiny with spit. Yoongi leaned back on his elbows. “Okay, baby. Suck daddy off nice and good and I’ll reward you. Daddy will eat you out, how’s that sound, baby boy?”

Jimin whimpered. “Y-yes daddy, I want that.” Jimin wrapped his small hands around Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi hissed at the contact.

The tip was swollen, an angry red, and Jimin gave it a few gentle kittenish licks before taking the tip in to his mouth. Yoongi grabbed a fistful of Jimin’s hair and pulled his head forward, making Jimin take more of him into his mouth. Jimin wrapped his mouth tightly around Yoongi, tongue licking against the underside of Yoongi’s cock before taking every inch of Yoongi into his mouth, until he felt the tip nestled deep against the back of his throat.

Yoongi groaned and Jimin started bobbing his head with Yoongi’s hand guiding his head, pushing and pulling.

“Shit! Baby just like that!” Yoongi swore loudly when Jimin swallowed around him. Yoongi started to shallowly thrust his hips upwards, the movement of his hips getting more aggressive until Yoongi was pushing Jimin’s head down as Yoongi fucking into his mouth. Yoongi moaned loudly as Jimin gagged and choked on his dick, his own painfully hard and bouncing against his abdomen with the force of Yoongi’s hips thrusting into his mouth.

“F-fuck yeah, baby just like that. Your mouth feels so good, so warm,” Yoongi grunted.

Yoongi eventually halted the movement of his hips, gently pulling Jimin up.Jimin had spit running down his lips and neck.Yoongi helped Jimin get on the bed, his legs a little wobbly from kneeling so long. Yoongi laid Jimin gently down on his pillow, kissing him passionately, lips moving in sync with one another before he kissed down Jimin’s jaw and neck, licking up the spit that had dribbled down from earlier.

“You were so good baby. How about daddy reward you now hmm? Good boys get rewarded don’t they?” He said, voice rough.

“Yes, daddy. Please,” Jimin mewled.

“What do you want baby? You want daddy’s tongue? Want me to eat you out?” Yoongi whispered, kissing all over Jimin’s neck and down to his chest where he sucked on one of Jimin’s nipple and made the younger cry out.

Yoongi sucked and licked until it was nice and puffy before doing the same to the other one. It felt so good and Jimin felt like he was burning up. He moaned loudly, not caring who heard him.

“That’s it baby, I want to hear you.”

Yoongi kissed across Jimin’s tummy before heading lower. He hiked Jimin’s legs over his shoulders, arms wrapped around his thighs and spread Jimin’s legs apart, exposing his hole to the cold night air. Jimin clenched.

“Baby, it’s okay. Relax, I’ll make you feel so good,” Yoongi said and he turned his head to pepper kisses all along Jimin’s thigh. Jimin laid there, blood thrumming through his veins in anticipation when he felt the soft wet muscle of Yoongi’s tongue lap against his whole.

“M-more, please!” Jimin begged. Yoongi continued to lick slowly at his hole, teasing Jimin as he would barely push his tongue past the ring of muscles before pulling it back out. Each time Jimin would beg and plead for Yoongi to go deeper, his knuckles turning white from hard he was fisting the sheets.

Once Yoongi felt that Jimin’s hole was sufficiently drenched in spit, he took pity on his baby and pushed his tongue completely passed the tight ring of muscles. Jimin sobbed in relief as Yoongi licked against his walls. Yoongi started to fuck Jimin with his tongue, pushing deeper until Jimin was a blubbering mess, incoherent pleas blended with his moans of pleasure.

Yoongi licked deeper, pushing his tongue against Jimin’s walls as Jimin pushed his hips further down on to Yoongi’s face. The tip of Jimin’s poor neglected cock was leaking so much pre-cum that it was now smeared all over his stomach. Jimin almost screamed when Yoongi started to add a finger alongside his tongue, slowly massaging his walls before. “O-one more!” Jimin gasped but suddenly the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue and his finger were gone. Jimine whined loudly.

Yoongi shushed him. “It’s okay baby, I just need to get some lube.” He reach towards his bedside table and pulled out a small bottle and drizzled its contents all over his fingers.

“Now, where were we?” Yoongi leaned back down and pushed his finger back into Jimin, who keened loudly. Yoongi slowly pushed his finger in and out, working to loosen the tight ring of muscle before he worked a second finger, stretching him open. Yoongi curled his fingers upwards and and his fingers brushed against Jimin’s prostate.

“Unghh!” Jimin cried out.

It wasn’t long before Yoongi had three fingers working inside Jimin, fucking deep and hard against his prostate. “Y-yes! Yes, right there!” Jimin was delirious with pleasure and he could feel it, he was so close. Yoongi had removed his tongue and was fucking Jimin with his fingers with abandon.

“I’m c-close,” Jimin choked out.

“Cum for me baby.”

Jimin felt his whole body tighten before he snapped, his orgasm washing over him. It was so intense that Jimin felt himself shake as he came all over his stomach and chest. Yoongi slowled the movement of his fingers, helping Jimin ride out his high before pulling out all together. He watched Jimin with an intense hunger in his eyes as the younger boy laid there, eyes closed in ecstasy, and basked in the aftermath of his orgasm. His face was flushed, pool of tears had gathered at the corner of his eyes, and his lips were swollen red. He looked wrecked but it wasn’t enough, Yoongi wanted him thoroughly debauched.

Yoongi leaned down and placed a light kiss on Jimin’s hip bone. “Daddy’s not done with you yet baby. Do you think you can turn around for me?”

It took Jimin a couple of moments, his body completely boneless from such an intense orgasm, but he managed to turn around and laid on his stomach. Yoongi starred in awe, hand trailing over his plush ass before giving it a firm squeeze. It was so pale, pristine, and Yoongi wanted to see it bruise, see the marks that Yoongi’s hand will leave on the flesh. “God, baby your ass,” Yoongi breathes out and he lightly smacked down on it with his hands not enough to hurt but Jimin whimpered quietly.

Yoongi leaned forward, giving Jimin a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Tell me when to stop and I’ll stop okay?”

“Okay,” Jimin said, voice high pitched. Without warning, Yoongi brought his hand down hard against his ass, cock painfully hard as he listened to Jimin moan into his pillow and watched as the flesh turned a bright red before he gently rubbed his hand against it.

It stung but it was a pleasurable pain and Jimin felt his spent cock twitch back to life and Yoongi brought his hand down several more times, slapping hard against his ass, before rubbing his hand gentle over it to soothe the pain.

“Baby, are you okay?” Yoongi leaned forward once more.

“Yes,” Jimin croaked, voice raw from moaning so much.

Yoongi brings his hand down once more and Jimin yelped into the pillow. “That’s not what you call me baby. What do you call me?”

“Y-yes daddy.”

“Good boy,” Yoongi said leaning down and placing little kisses all over his cheeks.

“Baby, I need you to help me now. Daddy’s been hard this whole time,” Yoongi said and rubbed his aching cock between Jimin’s cheeks.

Jimin turned his head around, “P-please daddy.”

“Please what baby?”

“Please fuck me! I want you inside me!” Jimin begged. He was so hard already and he need Yoongi and he needed him now.

Jimin felt Yoongi scramble off the bed, as he reached for the bottle of lube. He quickly drizzled some over dick, pumping himself a couple of times, making sure to coat the lube. He draped himself back down over Jimin and he felt the tip of Yoongi’s cock push into him slowly.

“Breathe baby,” Yoongi murmured right next to Jimin ear. Jimin hadn’t even realized that he had stopped breathing all together. He took a deep breath and Yoongi pushed his entire length in on one go. Jimin moaned weakly, there wasn’t any strength in his voice left. Yoongi had stretched him out so well with his fingers but even that wasn’t enough to prepare Jimin for how full Jimin felt. Yoongi was just so thick and the stretch did sting a little.

Yoongi was completely still as he gave Jimin time to adjust. The pain eventually faded into a pleasurable burn. Jimin could hear Yoongi breathing loudly in and out through his nose. “Are you okay?” Yoongi asked and Jimin can hear the strain in his voice.

Jimin nodded. “Baby, need you to use your words,” Yoongi said, kissing along his neck. “I-I’m okay,” Jimin said voice hoarse. Yoongi slowly started to rock back and forth, not pulling out far enough before he pushes back in slowly. Jimin could see the veins popping out of his arms from where Yoongi had them caged over Jimin’s.

“Hyung, go faster. You won’t hurt me,” Jimin begged quietly. Yoongi growled, biting into Jimin’s neck as he started picking up the pace, fucking into Jimin a little harder each time. It felt so good and Jimin wanted to scream, to cry out so everyone can hear how well Yoongi was fucking Jimin but his voice was shot to shit and all he could do was let out little mewls and whimpers.

Yoongi pulled out all the way before thrusting back in, hard and deep, his brutal pace jabbing against Jimin’s prostate each time. Eventually, the consistent sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout Yoongi’s room, interspersed with Yoongi’s grunts and Jimin moans.

Yoongi was fucking him so hard now that his whole bed was starting to shake from the force of it. “F-fuck so tight!” Yoongi said through clenched teeth as his hips slammed against Jimin’s, his quiet staccatos of ah’s music to Yoongi’s ears. “You feel so good, baby” Yoongi moaned.

Jimin was drowning in pleasure, tears flowed down his reddened cheeks, as he neared his second high. Yoongi was filled him so well and he was so full of Yoongi everywhere, his senses were on overload.

“G-gonna c-cum,” Jimin said, each word punctuated by Yoongi’s harsh thrust into him. “Cum for me,” Yoongi growled lowly, “I want to feel you when you cum.” And Yoongi fucked into Jimin harder. Yoongi thrusted once, twice and Jimin was cumming with a broken cry, his cum painting Yoongi’s sheets. Yoongi continued to fuck Jimin through his high, thrusting into him and Jimin cried out from oversensitivity.

“F-fuck I’m gonna c-cum,” Yoongi stuttered in desperation as his pace started to falter, his movement uncoordinated as he chased after his high.

He slammed into Jimin hard one last time before Jimin felt his cock twitch and pulsed inside him as warm cum splashed against his walls. Yoongi continued to thrust weakly as cum spilled out and dripped down his thighs.

Yoongi finally stopped, laying on top of Jimin, completely spent. “Jimin?” Yoongi called out softly.

“Hmm?” Jimin responded, he was completely drained and didn’t even have the energy to talk. Yoongi carefully rolled off him, and Jimin whined as Yoongi pulled out of him, feeling more cum spill out.

“I’ll be right back okay?” Yoongi said but Jimin barely heard any of it, consciousness drifting in and out of sleep. He felt something warm and wet against his legs and he thinks maybe it was a towel before his eyes closed completely. The last thing he remembered was Yoongi picking him up and carrying him somewhere before he blacked out completely.

Jimin was warm, so warm and so comfy, burrowing further into the material that was wrapped around him. There was quiet sounds coming from somewhere ahead of him, like stirring and scraping, that roused him from his sleep before the heavenly aroma of pancakes and coffee wafted pass his nose.

Jimin cracked open an eye, the curtains were drawn where he was facing and he recognized this as Yoongi’s living room. He was sleeping on Yoongi’s futon. The empty space next to him and an extra pillow indicated that Yoongi had slept there with him too.

Jimin lifted his head in the direction of the sound and smell towards the kitchen and he could see Yoongi in the kitchen. His back was towards him and he was humming under his breath as he flipped the pancake in the pan in front of him.

“Hyung,” Jimin called out and he winced when his throat was raw from all the screaming and moaning he did last night. Yoongi hadn’t heard him. Jimin cleared his throat, “Hyung,” Jimin called out louder and Yoongi heard him that time.

He turned around and gave Jimin his gummy smile. “Jimin, you’re awake. How do you feel?”

“I’m—” Jimin said and he winced, “—sore,” Jimin ached all over but not like he was complaining though. Jimin had the best sex of his life and he would gladly take all the aches and pain he would get the next morning.

“Baby, don’t move. I’m bringing the food right to you,” Yoongi said quickly before he set about placing the pancakes and necessary condiments on a tray. He walked over slowly towards Jimin and set everything down on the coffee table beside the futon.

“Delivery for Mr. Park Jimin,” Yoongi said as he handed a plate of pancakes towards Jimin.

“Jimin giggled, “Oh my god, you’re so lame.”

“I don’t see you thinking that last night,” Yoongi smirked.

“Aw mah gawd,” Jimin flushed around his mouthful of pancakes and Yoongi crawled over to him, and kissed him on his cheek that was filled with pancakes.

“But really though, was last night okay? There wasn’t anything I did that you were uncomfortable with?” Yoongi asked as he eyed Jimin in concern.

Jimin swallowed before answering, “Yes, Yoongi. I promise. I loved everything we did last night. I would tell you if I didn’t.”

“Okay, I’m glad to hear that,” Yoongi smiled before reaching for his own plate of pancakes.

“By the way, why are we sleeping in the living room and not in your room?” Jimin asked, looking around at where they had slept on the futon.

“Yeah...about that,” Yoongi said, scratching the back of his ears, “My sheets are ruined. Well not ruined, I’m sure the stains will come out after several cycles in the washing machine.”

Jimin was mortified. “No, Jimin, trust me I would ruin all the sheets I have if it meant doing what we did last night,” Yoongi said.

Jimin blushed, “S-so we can do it again?”

Yoongi gave him a suggestive smirk, “Whenever you want. I’d fuck you right now if you want.” And all of a sudden, the pancakes in front of Jimin didn’t appeal to him so much as the man beside him.

Ten minutes later, their breakfast was completely forgotten as Yoongi’s living room was filled with Jimin’s moans as he rode Yoongi, fucking down on his cock as Yoongi thrusted up into him with a grunt. Yoongi squeezed his ass each time he slammed back down on his hips.

“Fuck Jimin,” Yoongi moaned, “So good.”

Jimin’s head was tossed back, small little gasps and moans escaped his lips, hips undulating as he impaled himself back down on Yoongi’s cock.
“C-cumming!” Jimin cried out, head falling onto Yoongi’s shoulder. “F-fuck! Me too,” Yoongi growled and trusted deeper into Jimin before he came.

Jimin nuzzled his face into Yoongi’s neck, enjoying the solid warmth against Yoongi as he rubbed Jimin’s back in soothing circles. “Baby, you wanna finish your pancakes?”

“Later, cuddle now,” Jimin said and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck.

Ever since that night, Jimin had become insatiable, constantly horny and would whine for Yoongi to fuck him regardless of where they were. Not like Yoongi’s any better, he was constantly touching or groping any part of Jimin and is the main reason as to why Jimin was always so riled up. He never missed the opportunity to pounce on the younger whenever he could.

The fucked anywhere and everywhere, every surface of Yoongi’s penthouse had officially been christened as was Jimin’s apartment barring Taehyung’s room, although they did do it against his bedroom door once though. They fucked in Yoongi’s car when Jimin was too impatient to wait until they got home and even in the the bathroom stall of a restaurant if Jimin was really impatient.

As physical as their relationship had gotten, Jimin thought that they had grown emotionally as well. Many mornings they would wake, prepare breakfast together and Jimin would kiss Yoongi goodbye before going to class. Or nights where they spent cooking dinner together and watching a movie as they cuddled. And Jimin couldn’t help but think about how domestic this all felt.

It was strange considering how over half a year ago, Jimin was afraid for his life as he had met Yoongi for the first time and even worse when he discovered that he was a mob boss. But now, the thought of never seeing Yoongi agan, of not being with him made him ache so deeply. No, he couldn’t imagine his life without Yoongi. Yoongi was so ingrained into his heart as Jimin was to him.

Jimin remembered the day he realized he was in love with Yoongi. It wasn’t an earth shattering moment, there were no fireworks, no birds singing, none of that. He had woken up beside Yoongi like he did every morning and realized, oh, I love this man. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Yoongi didn’t love him either. That thought had filled him with so much happiness and warmth that Jimin couldn’t wait for Yoongi to wake up so that he could tell him and that was the first thing he did when the older cracked open his eyes.

“I love you,” Jimin said, smiling softly down at him. Yoongi was suddenly awake and he set up, staring at Jimin, eyes wide, a hand cupping his face. “Say it again,” Yoongi pleaded quietly.

“I love you.”

Yoongi had kissed him then, pouring all the love he could into that one kiss before he broke away and said, “I love you too, Jimin, my Sunshine. I love you so much.”

Jimin had skipped classes and work that day, Yoongi keeping him in his bed as he made love to Jimin all morning.

Yoongi was pacing outside the restaurant he was at, fiddling with the phone in his hands.

“Hyung!”

Yoongi turned around as he saw Hoseok run towards him. Yoongi breathe a sigh of relief.

“Well?” Yoongi asked.

“Lee’s in. He said he’ll help with the drug shipment but you’re gonna have to pay handsome donation towards his campaign,” Hoseok dutifully reported.

Yoongi blinked. “I meant the ring Hobi! Did you bring it?”

“Oh yeah! Sure did!” Hoseok reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box.

Yoongi opened it and stared fondly at the ring. “I can’t believe you left it at the office. You’re lucky I was there. What would you have done if I had already left huh?”

Yoongi snapped the box shut. “Don’t you have an agreement to draw up with Lee’s lawyer?”

“Oh yeah, alright I’m gone. Good luck hyung!” And Yoongi was left to stare at his retreating figure.

“Hyung?” A soft voice called out. Even after three years, that voice never failed to calm Yoongi’s nerves.

Except tonight.

Yoongi turned around. God, Jimin was breathtaking, Yoongi really didn’t know how he had gotten lucky but he definitely had to thank the asshole who had tried to deliver the cut off pieces of fingers from one of his lackeys. Dumbass, it wasn’t even his lackey. But no matter, it had brought this angel to him and that’s all that mattered.

“Jiminie,” He smiled as he held the door open for his boyfriend (soon to be fiance, he hoped).
Yoongi would like to think that he was the master of remaining calm. After all, he had remained calm in situations far worse than this, most often they involved a gun to his head but probably because the person holding the gun would end up dead regardless. Still, Yoongi had never felt this level of anxiety before, not even when he had worked up the courage to ask Jimin out all those years ago.

“How was work today Sunshine?” Yoongi asked, hoping to distract himself from what was to come later.

“It was amazing! I think my class is really ready for their spring showcase!” Jimin said enthusiastically, taking a sip of wine.

“That’s great Minnie…” Yoongi said and he knew he was fidgeting but he can’t help it. His hand kept reaching into his pocket to make sure the box was still there.

Jimin sighed, “What’s wrong?”

“Wha-? Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine,” Yoongi said and he tried his best to smile but it came out as more of a grimace.

Jimin cocked a brow. “Hyung, I know you long enough to know when you’re freaking out about something and you hardly ever do so, what is it? Is it work?”

“No! No, baby. Everything’s fine…” What the hell was taking their waiter so damn long with the champagne?

Jimin was about say something but the thankfully, the waiter showed up right then with a bottle of their most expensive champagne.

“Oh, we didn’t order any,” Jimin said, looking up at the waiter.

“Um, I did,” Yoongi said. His hands feel clammy.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Jimin, from the moment you walked into my life, all those years ago into my office, this feisty but extremely cute delivery boy, I was captivated. You had no idea how long I spent after that, thinking of ways I could see you again. I know what I do is less than ideal but I swore to you back then and I will swear to you now that I will never let anything happen to you.”

Yoongi paused for a moment, steeling his nerves. He saw how Jimin’s eyes are shiny with unshed tears, his hand covering his mouth. And Yoongi hoped he was smiling under there. Yoongi could start to feel himself getting choked up as well. No, he couldn’t get choked up now, he had to finish. He had spent all week rehearsing this speech with Namjoon and Hoseok.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened in my bleak existence. You have brought so much light and so much love. This past three years have been the best years of my life and I hope, plan on sharing many more with you. I love you so much Jimin. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears were flowing freely down Jimin’s cheeks now and Yoongi just wanted to get this over with so he could hold Jimin.

Yoongi got down on one knee and opening the little box. “Will you marry me?”

Jimin sniffed loudly. “You jerk, you made me cry in front of all these people.”

Yoongi gave Jimin a watery smile. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise this will be the only time I will ever make you cry.”

Jimin swallowed thickly and nods. “Yes,” he choked out.

Yoongi was on him in a flash, kissing him tenderly as both their tears mingled together. Yoongi pulled away long enough for him to slip the ring onto Jimin’s finger before he was kissing him again.

Jimin pulled away and leaned his forehead against Yoongi’s.

“I love you too, you know that right?”

“I know.”

END