Work Text:
“Namjoon, have you seen Mr. Jung’s folder? I just had it on my desk and now it’s fucking gone.”
“Jimin took it. Said Mr. Bang needed it right away.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi swears. He hates when Jimin comes and takes over like Yoongi has no idea what he’s doing. Part of him is a little happy this time, though he won’t admit that out loud. The whole reason the folder wasn’t in Mr. Bang’s hands was because Chanyeol, that dork, had forgotten to make copies of Mr. Jung’s taxes. Jimin had handed Mr. Bang an unfinished folder and there was nothing else the man hated more.
An hour later, he’s being aggressively whispered at as Jimin reams him for letting him hand in an incomplete folder. His smug smile never leaves his face.
“If you’d have checked the folder first, Kitten, then you’d have seen the glaring issue. But no, you just had to try and swoop in to look good to Mr. Bang. Such a teacher's pet,” the older smirks.
“Fuck you Yoongi. I work my ass off here, seventy hours a week, to make sure Sehun has what he needs for Mr. Bang. Without me, Sehun would be out on the street.”
“Like I don’t know that. Without me, Chanyeol would still be delivering coffees to the conference room every day at 8am.” The two boys chuckle. “I didn’t mean for you to hand in the folder like that, Kitten. I’d never do anything to sabotage you. Why even come to work if you get fired?”
Jimin’s face turns pink. Yoongi loves this part. Where Jimin is blushing and trying to think of a witty comeback, only to say “I hate you” while holding back a giggle.
He doesn’t disappoint today, delivering the line with the slightest hint of a glare but the giggle is music to Yoongi’s ears.
Maybe one day he’ll say something or ask the boy out. For now, he’s content being friends. His crush is months old; why ruin that with an awkward rejection followed by never having the same relationship again? They both work hellaciously long days and Jimin’s always whining about never having any time for a serious boyfriend anyway.
“See you tomorrow Kitten,” Yoongi smiles as he pats Jimin’s shoulder and exits the building.
Asshole
Could you BE any more obvious?
Brat
You and Jungkook should start a club hyung. You can call it the ‘totally in love with an oblivious idiot’ club.
Hyung
You’re both twits. Especially you Tae
Brat
Can Hwasa be my friend because I love her.
So gorgeous
Asshole
Okay but me first. I introduced you to Mamamoo!
And mine would have to be ‘totally in love with an oblivious idiot who has a really gorgeous boyfriend that I may also want to kith’
Hyung
That’s too long
Brat
TILWNOIWHARGBTIMAWTK
Hyung
I have a headache now
Asshole
We’re idiots together who love idiots.
Besties <3
Brat
/vomit
You two are GROSS GROSS
Just get married already
Asshole
I asked out hyung once. He said no. /cries a lot
Hyung
You literally said ‘hyung can i kiss you and take you on a date because you’re cute and deserve it but also no homo.’
Brat
You two are the worst gays I’ve ever met
Asshole
Gotta go. Seokjin is here for his coffee <3
Brat
Write “can you and your boyfriend DP me please” on the side
Hyung
Yeah. Take Taehyung’s advice.
Asshole
I hate you both
Yoongi chuckles as he slides his phone into his pocket. His two best friends were adorable, but he’d never tell them that. Once he gets home, he stays up late writing lyrics and finally passes out just five hours before he has to be up for work.
So his normal sleep schedule.
It’s 7:03 am and Yoongi can already tell something is wrong. Jimin hasn’t shown up yet and he’s never been late before. They’ve been working together for two and a half years and neither have a recorded tardy on their records. He figures Jimin must be out with another migraine but when he sees Namjoon at 8:48, he seems a little frantic. He hasn’t seen or heard from Jimin at all this morning and it definitely looks like it’s stressing him out.
So Yoongi calls Jimin three times. 8:53, 9:28, and 10:10. No answer.
Yoongi
Jimin?
I know we’ve never texted before but this is Yoongi
You’re never late and I’m a little worried
Are you okay?
Jiminnnnn
Kiiiiiiiittttttttttteeeeeeennn
I can’t work without you
I’m in a corner
Help meeeee
I hope you’re okay Kitten <3
As soon as 5pm hits, he practically runs from the building. He found Jimin’s address in the employee directory and while it’s probably not ethically appropriate to get it without Jimin’s consent, he’s worried. They’re barely work friends and have never hung out outside of work, but Yoongi has a soft spot for Jimin.
Also the biggest crush of all time, but that’s definitely not related.
No way.
So when he’s standing in front of apartment L which sits at the end of an adorable row of apartments, he starts to worry. Maybe this is wrong. He should have just let Namjoon do it, but the man would be working for another three hours and what if something bad happened and those three hours make all the difference in the world?
So he knocks.
“Come in,” a small voice squeaks from inside.
The sight that greets him is immediately confusing and adorable.
The living room is covered in coloring books, crayons, pencils, and markers. Yoongi counts six half-eaten muffins on the coffee table and ten small cups with what looks like water in them. Each half-filled and an assortment of every color in the rainbow. They immediately remind Yoongi of the cups his parents used to buy when he was a kid.
“Jimin?”
He hears a quiet gasp from behind the couch. “Who are you?”
“It’s Yoongi, from work.”
“I don’t know Yoongi.” The voice is coming from behind the couch and it’s Jimin but it’s different . “Where is Joonie?”
“Who is Joonie?”
“JOONIE!” The voice screams as a loud thud comes from behind the couch. Yoongi peeks his head around to see Jimin on the floor, marker in hand, curled up in a ball. His free fists repeatedly slamming into the floor. “I MISS JOONIE,” Jimin wails as tears start to fall from his face. Yoongi doesn’t have time to process what the boy is wearing before Jimin’s throwing a phone at him. “CALL JOONIE!” It clicks in his mind that Joonie must be Namjoon, Jimin’s roommate. “I CAN’T REMEMBER HIS NUMBER,” the boy screams as he continues to cry.
Luckily, the phone has no lock and Yoongi is a little surprised to see that Joonieeee is the only contact Jimin’s phone has.
The phone only rings twice before Namjoon picks up. “Jiminie?”
“It’s Yoongi actually. I went to Jimin’s and -”
“Where is he?”
“He’s on the floor behind his couch.”
“What does the apartment look like?” Namjoon sounds frantic.
“There are coloring books everywhere and he only ate the top off, like, six muffins.” Namjoon groans.
“Why are you using his phone?”
“He threw it at me and told me to call Joonie because he can’t remember his number.” Namjoon sighs loudly before telling Yoongi to wait outside for him. He hands Jimin the phone back, but the boy slaps it out of his hand and returns to coloring.
It takes forty-five minutes for Namjoon to show up. He runs over to Yoongi from where he parks his car. “Has he seen you?”
“Just when he threw his phone at me. He took a day off work without telling anyone to color?”
“It’s not like that Yoongi. I’ll explain it to you later but for now, I need to come in with me.”
“Uhhh sure.”
Namjoon cautiously opens the door and is immediately wrapped in a hug by Jimin.
“Joonie! I’ve been waiting for you!”
“Jiminie, you know you’re supposed to call me when you wake up right?”
“I couldn’t remember your number,” the man says as he buries his face into Namjoon’s chest.
“It’s in your phone Jiminie. You know it is because you gave Yoongi the phone to call me.”
“‘M sorry Joonie! I didn’t remember until the stranger came in.” Namjoon sighs as he wraps his hand around Jimin’s wrist and pulls him over to the couch.
“Jiminie, you know better. You can’t do that. My number is in your room right next to Stitches, it’s in the bathroom right above the toilet, and on the same cupboard your cups are in. I see you easily brought out all your cups but you still never called me.” Jimin’s lip starts to wobble and his eyes fill up with tears. “You’re in trouble now, okay?” Jimin starts to openly cry as he attempts to climb onto Namjoon’s lap. Namjoon’s voice gets firmer. “Jiminie, stop this. You can’t get out of this punishment, okay? Bring me the book.”
“No,” Jimin whines.
“Jiminie, if you don’t bring me the book I’m going to take away all your special cups and your sweaters.”
“NO,” he practically screams as he jumps off Namjoon’s lap and scurries away. Yoongi awkwardly shifts on the couch, unsure of what to do. Jimin is back in the living room a minute later, carrying a small red notebook. He hands it Namjoon with the cutest pout on his lips.
“So we have two punishments today. You didn’t call Joonie when you woke up and you argued with me. Do you know what those punishments are?”
“No,” Jimin says quietly.
“The book says if you don’t call Joonie, then I take away five cups for a week, all your coloring books for three days, and you’re grounded for the rest of the day. The punishment for arguing, according to the book, means no movies.” Jimin whines and cries, dramatically sliding onto the floor and sticking his thumb in his mouth as he hiccups through the tears. “You’re going to sit next to Yoongi on the couch while I gather up your cups, coloring books, and movies okay? Otherwise, we’ll have to look at the punishment for disobeying.”
Jimin slowly crawls back onto the couch, his thumb in his mouth as he shoots Namjoon with daggers from his eyes. It takes a few minutes for Namjoon to collect everything, eventually carefully putting it all in a closet and locking it with a key from his keyring.
“Say goodbye to Yoongi now, it’s time to go to your room.”
“Bye,” Jimin barely whispers as he gets off the couch and stomps to his room. The door slams shut and Namjoon sighs as he throws himself on the couch.
“This one is bound to last at least three days,” he sighs. “I’ll have to talk to work tomorrow. Thank goodness Jimin got approved for that medical leave.”
“Is this a medical condition?”
Namjoon sits up. “I’m not sure if you’ll understand, but Jimin sometimes goes into a different headspace. It’s called little space. He thinks he’s younger. It’s a little different than age play, though people tend to get them confused. Maybe it started as him choosing to act this way, but now things trigger it. Sometimes he can’t help it and slips right in. You know how he gets migraines sometimes?” Yoongi nods. “They’re not actually migraines. It’s just what we got his medical leave approved for. Whenever Jimin isn’t at work for a migraine, it’s because he’s slipped into his little, Jiminie.”
“I sort of understand. I had a girlfriend a few years ago whose sister would slip sometimes. I never directly dealt with her, but my girlfriend would have to leave at random times to take care of her. She was her caretaker and apparently she was the only one her sister would trust when she’d get little.”
“I’m currently Jimin’s caretaker. His last caretaker was his ex-boyfriend. They broke up about six months ago and he went from going into little space once a month to five or six times a month. I can usually tell how long it’ll last and this is definitely going to be a multiple-day affair. The sheer amount of coloring books he had out is a good indicator of how long it will last.”
The two men sit on the couch for a few minutes, neither saying anything. Yoongi wants nothing more than to look up everything he can about little space; he wants to know more about Jimin and whatever this thing is.
“I know I can trust you but I still have to say it. Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Of fucking course I won’t Namjoon. You know how I feel. I’d never say anything to anyone that could hurt him.”
“I know. I’m actually really glad it was you that came over today. Taehyung kept saying he was going to. I finally told him that if Jimin has a migraine, that means I have to crawl into my room through my window as to not disturb him and it’s boobytrapped since the neighbors got robbed. It was a total lie, but he bought it. Seokjin’s coming over later and he’s the only other person who knows besides us.”
“How is Seokjin?”
“Good. Conflicted.”
“Oh?” Yoongi shifts on the couch, turning to face Namjoon. “Over what?”
Namjoon groans. “Over who .”
“Jungkook,” Yoongi chuckles.
“Of course. He’s so adamant that the kid will be the perfect addition to our relationship but I just - what if it doesn’t work? Jungkook is gorgeous and funny and so warm, but what if we’re not meant to have a third person?”
“It’s all about trust and communication. You know that.”
“I do know,” Namjoon sighs. “I know that Seokie and I have that already, but Jungkook is young. What if he’s...I don’t know, some idiot who just wants to fuck us and leave?”
“He mentioned getting double penetrated by you guys earlier today, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind fucking you both either.” Namjoon bursts into laughter, throwing a pillow at Yoongi.
“I hate you.”
“You definitely don’t,” Yoongi chuckles. “I think I’ll leave now. Do you want - should I come over tomorrow?”
“Sure. Come after work. I’ll call out tomorrow saying we both have food poisoning or some shit. I’ll figure it out. Thanks for not freaking out and scaring him Yoongi. He likes you.”
“He definitely doesn’t,” Yoongi laughs dryly.
“He does and tomorrow he’ll warm up to you pretty quickly. He won’t have any coloring books, but he has some games and he loves to read.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
When Yoongi finally arrives home, Jungkook pounces on him. He wants to know why he was at Jimin’s for so long and what happened. Yoongi lies, telling him that Jimin has food poisoning from dinner the night before and Yoongi helped him clean up a little.
When he falls asleep, he can’t help but imagine Jimin curled up in his lap as Yoongi reads to him. It seems...peaceful.
He goes to Jimin and Namjoon’s apartment after work the next day. Namjoon reintroduces him to Jiminie, who seems a lot less weary of him. In fact, he grabs Yoongi’s hand and brings him into his room.
“That’s Jiminie’s room. Jimin’s is across the hall,” Namjoon laughs after them.
He tugs Yoongi up to a bear plushie with a cute little red bow tie. “This is Stitches. I’ve had him the longest. TaeTae gave him to me and he’s my most prized thing. Whenever I get sad or mad, he always calms me down.”
“He’s cute.” Jimin giggles and tugs him around the rest of his room. It’s very literally a kids room; toys strewn across the floor, bright pastel colors litter the closet, and his sheets have the cutest little blue bear on them. It’s endearing to see the way Jiminie is proud to show him everything in his room, going through each plushie and telling Yoongi their life story.
Once they’re finished, Jiminie asks Yoongi to play Go Fish with him. They play a plethora of card games together and it isn’t until Namjoon calls them for dinner that he realizes how late it’s gotten.
“Thanks for the food Namjoon. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“It’s fine. I love Jimin, but it was nice to not have to worry about him grabbing me in the middle of dinner and demanding cuddles or something. He’s cute today, but sometimes he gets cranky and he’s a monster.”
“I’m no monster,” Jiminie squeals as he runs into the dining room, bear locked securely in his arm and his pajamas on.
“Nice pjs,” Yoongi smiles.
“Thanks,” Jiminie replies with a faint blush. “They’re new.”
“That they are. Taehyung bought them for him for his birthday.” Yoongi just nods, trying hard not to stare at the adorable man. He tossed and turned in bed last night, trying to figure out if he could separate his crush on Jimin so he didn’t also have a crush on Jiminie, but it was impossible. He was so cute in his footie pajamas, Yoongi just wanted to curl around him on the couch and kiss his cute cheeks.
“Are you staying the night? Like a slumber party?” The question throws him off and causes him to choke on his noodles.
“He can’t, Jiminie. He has to work tomorrow.”
The boy juts out his bottom lip in the cutest pout Yoongi has ever seen. “But I like playing with Yoonie.”
“Yoonie? He has a nickname already? It took me three weeks to get a nickname,” Namjoon says playfully.
“He’s cute,” Jiminie whispers into his bear, though Yoongi isn’t sure ‘whisper’ is the right term. It was pretty loud but had that breathy tone of a whisper.
“You think Yoonie is cute,” Namjoon asks, his fork frozen on his plate. “That’s something we’re going to need to talk about, okay Jiminie?”
“Okay,” the boy says quietly before shoving his mouth full of noodles. Yoongi looks curiously at Namjoon but the man just waves him off.
“We’ll talk later, but we have to talk to Jimin.”
Yoongi just nods. He’s not sure what the implications are of Jiminie thinking he’s cute, but he’s sure that whatever it is he will welcome it with open arms.
As he says goodbye, Jiminie clings to him. He whines that he wants Yoonie ‘to stay in my bed forever,’ something that causes Yoongi to blush and Namjoon to laugh. The taller man sends Jiminie into his room as he steps out into the hallway with Yoongi.
“The grown-ups have to talk, okay?”
“Fine,” Jiminie says with a pout before he stomps off to his room. Once the door shuts behind Namjoon, he looks up at Yoongi with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“Jimin should be back tomorrow or maybe the next day and then we’ll need to sit down.”
“Why?”
“I obviously know how you feel about Jimin. I think he’s the only one who doesn’t, actually. You’re glaringly obvious with the whole Kitten thing and the touching and the hugs and the -”
“Okay, I get it. I’m fucking whipped. I can’t help it,” Yoongi says shyly, looking down at his feet.
“I know, Yoongi. Trust me, I definitely understand being whipped for someone; the fear and anxiety and nervousness that comes with all of that. I have a whole ass boyfriend and I get so nervous in front of Jungkook sometimes that I stutter and drop shit and - did he tell you that I broke two of his cups yesterday? I swear they’re going to ban me from his work.” Yoongi chuckles, looking up at Namjoon.
“He gets just as nervous you know. Around you both.”
“We’re not talking about me and my issues, we’re talking about you. Jiminie doesn’t call everyone cute. It’s like...a sign. A tell, if you will. It means he likes you. Only confirmed by how quickly you got a fucking nickname. I’m definitely not bitter about that,” Namjoon chuckles. “We’ll need to talk to Jimin because he’s fully aware of what he does and says in little space. He doesn’t lose his memory of anything and I can guarantee that he’s going to be embarrassed when he comes back, and it’s not my place to explain that to you.”
“It’s fine Namjoon. I can wait.”
“I know you can and you will. I’m sorry he’s not more aware of his fucking surroundings. Sometimes I think he loses all his brain cells when you’re around. Like how can he be so damn oblivious?” The two men chuckle and say their goodbyes.
Yoongi gets home and spends an hour laying in bed and wondering what Jimin will have to say.
He hopes it’s only good things.
Two days later, he receives a text from Jimin
Kitten
...yoongi
hi
Yoongi
Kitten! It’s been so long! Work is horrible without you
Kitten
you’ll have to pay me back by calling out for a week straight
Yoongi
You’d die. We both know you can’t function without me
Kitten
Aldfkgajkldfglad
excuse meeee?
i can function perfectly fine at work without you
Yoongi
Sure you can Kitten
Let’s test this theory.
‘Oh hey Mr. Jung. My mom is sick so I’m taking PTO for the entire week. Yes, thank you.’
Kitten
YOU WOULD NEVER
Yoongi
😏😏
Kitten
djkahekfgleeshhalergaergn
i hate you
Yoongi
You sure don’t <3
Kitten
anyway you total ass
i know it’s saturday but we can get lunch
i know namjoon talked to you
so now it’s my job to
talk to you
Yoongi
I can’t decide what’s more endearing
You being cute over text
Or you in those adorable footie pajamas
Kitten
i’m groaning so loudly right now
Yoongi
Cute.
Lunch sounds great, Kitten
Just name the time and place. I’m free all day.
Like I’ve been waiting for a certain cutie to text me
Kitten
how disappointing for you
let’s do Melty’s at 1pm?
Yoongi
I’ve never been less disappointed in my life.
I can’t wait.
Kitten
stahp
Yoongi
😉
Kitten
you use more emojis than I thought you would
Yoongi
Jungkook said emojis are good at conveying emotions
Kitten
so you’re conveying winking
Yoongi
I’m teasing you.
And also winking at you.
Kitten
see you soon
Yoongi
Can’t wait, Kitten
Yoongi is nervous as he walks into Melty’s. He’d spent the entire twenty-minute walk bouncing between freaking out and being giddy. The possibilities are endless.
Jimin could be telling him that he didn’t like hanging out with him when he was in that headspace, that despite the nickname and the ‘cute’ and how much fun they had that Jimin doesn’t want to have him over anymore.
He could confess his love for him. Be so ecstatic that Yoongi accepted this whole other side of him and get down on his knees right there in the restaurant.
To propose or to suck Yoongi’s dick? Who cares! They’re both great.
Then directly after that thought, Yoongi felt guilty.
His mind was a damn rollercoaster.
He awkwardly shifts at the entrance as he pulls out his phone.
Yoongi
You here yet Kitten?
Kitten
running a teeny bit behind
definitely not my fault
blame taehyung
Yoongi
He's definitely a nuisance
Kitten
five minutes! feel free to get us a table while you wait. im so sorry im running late!
Yoongi
I’m actually three minutes early, so it’s my fault
Don’t stress
I’ll be here
The hostess looks at him with a beaming smile that has a hint of irritation in it.
“Sorry about that, was just checking to see if my friend was here yet.” Yoongi locks his phone and shoves it in his pocket. “Table for two please.”
“Of course sir.” She leads him towards the back of the small restaurant, showing him to a table in the corner. He’s glad it’s relatively close to the bathroom in case Jimin tells him to never talk to him again, then he can run straight to the bathroom to not cry.
When Jimin arrives a few minutes later, Yoongi is fucking struck . He’s wearing the tightest black skinny jeans that have ever existed, his thighs breaking the laws of science by not bursting through the fabric. He’s also wearing a white button-up top with a few words scrawled across it and what looks like people playing instruments.
While he looks fucking amazing, Yoongi is most thrown off by the new hair color. Jimin’s once blonde hair is new jet black and Yoongi is trying so hard to not pop a boner in this fucking restaurant, he should win a fucking award.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jimin says cheerfully as he slides into the seat across from Yoongi.
“You’re forgiven, Kitten.” He enjoys the way the boy's cheeks flush a pale pink before the waiter is coming over and asking about drinks. They both order waters and it’s a few minutes after the waiter drops off their waters before Jimin speaks.
“So I just - I wanted to say thank you,” he says quietly.
“Oh?”
“I know what you saw was a lot. I know that I can be a lot . It’s not something everyone can handle. A lot of people have left my life because of this secret I hold onto and I’m glad that you stayed. It means a lot to me that you stuck around, that you made sure I was okay. Then you came back and I have no idea why. I thought for sure that you were just smiling so I couldn’t be scared of you, wouldn’t be nervous around you. I thought you’d think I was fucking insane, that I needed help. That’s what they always think. But you came back and you hung out with me and you were so fucking nice about everything. I just - I appreciate it.”
Yoongi takes a calming breath before he speaks, making sure to meet Jimin’s gaze. “People have cut you out because of this? They realize it’s not entirely something you control, right? I was reading that it can have triggers, but plenty of people just wake up in this other space and they have no idea why; just as some people can choose when they fall into this headspace. Those people are garbage, Jimin. Thank goodness they left because you don’t need that negativity in your life. You’re a wonderful person, okay? This headspace thing was a bit confusing at first, but I stayed up really late that first night looking at stuff online. I’m not an expert, but I’m trying to understand it - you. Trying to understand you. I’ll always come back,” he says nervously, ending his rant barely above a whisper. He watches as Jimin’s eyes disappear behind his smile and wants to take a photo of the gorgeous man.
“Thanks Yoongi. That means more than you’ll ever know.” The waiter picks this exact moment to come take their order. The moment he turns around to go back to the kitchen, Jimin is talking again. “I know Namjoon sort of went over some things with you, but I wanted to touch base. Obviously I go by Jiminie when I’m little and I called you Yoonie. Speaking from past experiences, that’ll be what I call you from now on.” Yoongi tries not to get overly excited at the thought of hanging out with Jimin more, but he can’t help the small smile that graced his lips. “There’s a lot that happens when I’m little and I wanted to cover some of it with you. But first, Namjoon said you texted him about if I have a caregiver?” Yoongi nods. “Currently, that’s Namjoon’s role. It’s usually something my boyfriends do, but I’m single at the moment.” Jimin lets out a quiet, breathy chuckle. “Namjoon is literally the best human that’s ever existed and I don’t know what I did to deserve him. He and Seokjin take such great care of me when I’m little and I can never pay them back.”
Jimin takes a drink of his water, letting out a quiet sigh. “Namjoon said you might be interested in being my caregiver and I just wanted to talk about that for a moment. There’s a lot that comes into play with that. I know you work full time and Namjoon said it’d just be the weekends if you’re even needed and -”
“And after work. I told him I’m available whenever I’m not at work.” Jimin gives him a soft smile.
“It’s a lot of work, Yoongi. It’s not always a fun time where we play games and color. Sometimes I get really cranky and I throw fits.”
“I understand.”
Jimin reaches into his bag and pulls out a single piece of paper. “Namjoon typed this up for you. It’s a contract of sorts. There’s a brief summary of what is expected of you. The second paragraph is the termination conditions.”
“Termination conditions?”
“Feel free to read it. Essentially it says if you’re not taking care of me, if you hurt me, or if you fail to follow the first paragraph then Namjoon or I can terminate your contract.”
“Oh. I’d never do that,” Yoongi says quietly. He skims over the paper before looking up at Jimin. “Do you have a pen?”
“You want to sign it,” Jimin asks with wide eyes, pushing a pen towards Yoongi.
“Of course I do. I spoke to Namjoon about it a little bit. I skimmed over it. We’re friends, Jimin. I’d never do anything to hurt you. If this will make you more comfortable with me visiting, then it’s an easy yes. Namjoon may have hinted that you calling me cute and giving me a nickname already makes him bitter.”
“He’s jealous,” Jimin giggles as he watches Yoongi’s hand sign his name on the solid line. “It took me a while to warm up to him and even longer to warm up to Seokjin. I only gave into Seokie because he brought me ice cream five little days in a row. Taehyung was the fastest and it was still nine days.”
“I hold the record? You must really like me, Park Jimin.” The boy's cheeks flushed a deep red as he puts the contract in his bag.
“Shut up,” he retorts with a giggle.
The rest of the day goes perfectly. They have lunch and then take a walk through the park.
Jimin explains to him that his "migraines" are actually days when he slips into little space. Namjoon is the one who suggested using migraines as the go-to problem since one usually renders someone unable to function. Yoongi can't disagree; he's has a few migraines in his life (definitely not from dehydration, that'd be silly) and he just laid in bed under the covers all day.
When they get back to their cars, Jimin nervously asks if he can put Yoongi in his other phone.
"I feel like that'll be essential for you. Plus, I'll know that you need me when I see a call coming in from Jiminie." Jimin's cheeks turn pink as he adds a second contact to the cute little phone. "What is my name?"
"Yoonie," Jimin says quietly.
"Cute." Yoongi can't help but stare at the way Jimin's cheeks turn from a gentle pink to a dark red as Jimin takes his bottom lip between his teeth. His crush is trusting him with someone so insanely important, he thinks he might combust. Except, he's got to remain calm and collected. He's a cool guy.
"Thanks for coming out tonight Yoongi."
"It wasn't a problem at all. I love spending time with you, Kitten." Yoongi wraps Jimin in a hug, the younger letting out a cute, surprised squeak. "I'll see you tomorrow at work? Are you going in for that overtime?"
"Probably." He watches Jimin get into his car and leave the parking lot, hopelessly endeared by the gorgeous boy.
Work is the same. They're still on each other's asses about who is the better assistant and they still tease each other constantly. Yoongi doesn't see Jiminie for two weeks, but when the call does come in it's on a tiring Friday night. He'd stayed late at work and had just sat down with a beer when his phone went off. Jimin had picked the ringtone, some cheesy kids song.
"Pretend it's your nephew or something," the cute boy had giggled when Yoongi had protested against the song.
"My brother is too young for kids!"
"If he's older than 14, technically he could be a parent. You'll be fine."
It just went to show how absolutely whipped he was for Park Jimin.
He'd picked up the phone instantly. "Hello?"
"Yoonie?" The boys' voice sounded strange like he was muffled under a blanket.
"Hi Jiminie."
"Yoonie, I'm scared." Yoongi sets his beer on the table and quickly slips his shoes on, heading out the door and to Jimin's in an instant.
"Scared of what?"
"Everything," the boy says quietly.
"Jiminie, are you under your blanket?"
"Yes."
"Is it dark?"
"No. My phone a night light," the boy says excitedly. Yoongi can't help but giggle at the way his tone changed so suddenly.
"Oh, is it now?"
"I miss you."
"Is that why you're scared?"
"Mmhmm," Jiminie hums.
"What else are you scared of?"
"Just that you won't love me anymore."
"Oh Kitten, I'll always love you. Just wait. I'll be there in a few minutes and then we can watch a movie together." Yoongi misses the whimper Jiminie lets out, a car passing by him at the same time. He doesn't, however, miss the sounds of the blanket shuffling around. "What are you doing Jiminie?"
"I'm Kitten."
"Okay Kitten," Yoongi chuckles. "What are you doing?"
"'S a secret," the boy whimpers.
"Did you hurt yourself," Yoongi asks quickly. "It sounds like you're in pain, Kitten."
"'M not in p-pain Yoonie." A few seconds later, a quiet moan makes its way through the phone that stops Yoongi in his tracks. It's quickly followed by another whimper and as much as Yoongi doesn't want to react, his dick isn't listening.
"Kitten, tell Yoonie what you're doing." He quickens his pace, just a few blocks from Jimin's apartment.
"I m-miss Yoonie," Jiminie moans. "Joonie said Yoonie will take c-care of me and I w-want -" another quiet moan makes its way straight to Yoongi's dick. " - I want Yoonie here with me."
"Yeah Kitten? Why is that?"
"Yoonie is pretty," Jiminie says quietly like he's embarrassed to admit it. "Yoonie has always been so pretty but Jiminie never thought Yoonie would care." Yoongi takes a deep breath as he pulls the phone away from his ear and types a quick text to Namjoon.
Yoongi
Jiminie called me and I think he's masturbating?
His phone buzzes a second later as he listens to Jiminie ramble on about how pretty he thinks Yoongi is.
Namjoon
You're his caregiver now. I know we didn't go over this but it was mentioned in the contract that when Jiminie gets horny, he'll turn to you.
Yoongi
Oh. Okay. Yeah. Okay.
Namjoon
He gave consent when he signed the contract. Sometimes he just wants to rut against your leg, sometimes he wants to just touch you. Sometimes it's more though. Just know that he gave his consent.
Yoongi
Okay. Thanks Namjoon.
"Yoonie?"
"Yes pretty Kitten?"
"Are you almost h-here?"
"I'll see you in less than two minutes."
"I'll wait then," he says quietly, a small whimper escaping his lips.
"Wait for what Kitten?"
"Wait for Yoonie. I put on something p-pretty for you.”
"Oh did you now?" Yoongi sprints the final half a block, cock aching in his jeans. It's painful to run in jeans with an erection, but he ignores it.
"I hope you like it."
"I'd like anything you put on, Kitten. I'm here now, okay Jiminie?"
"Come to my room," he whispers before disconnecting the call. Yoongi doesn't know what to expect as he toes his shoes off and rushes to Jiminie's room. He knocks once on the door, hearing an immediate 'come in' from the other side.
The sight that greets him takes his breath away.
Jimin is standing in the middle of the room in a pretty yellow dress, the cloth bunched up in his hand. The same hand that is currently wrapped around his leaking cock.
"You're so pretty, Kitten." He smiles when Jiminie's cock twitches at the nickname and closes the space between then. "So fucking gorgeous," he says as he traces the boys' jawline with his thumb.
"M-missed you," he stutters into Yoongi's ear.
"I didn't know you'd miss me this much."
"T-thought about y-you for we-weeks." Something in Yoongi snaps as he wraps his arms around Jiminie and pulls him in for a kiss. It's wet and full of fire. Yoongi fucking loves it. It doesn't take long for them to be naked on Jiminie's bed, Yoongi laying over him pumping two fingers in and out of the boy's tight hole.
He loves the way Jimin whimpers and unravels beneath him, the way he closes his eyes when Yoongi hits his prostate over and over again. The way he begs for his cock even though he's not stretched enough, even though he knows it'll hurt. Yoongi knows better though, and after a while and two more fingers he finally deems Jimin ready.
When Jimin sinks down on his cock, thighs wrapped around Yoongi's waist, he's pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven. He fucks himself on Yoongi's cock like he was made for it, like this is his one purpose in life. Yoongi's fingers dig deep into Jimin's waist and he's sure he'll have bruises later. He hopes Jimin will let him see them.
It's then that he panics a little. His agreement is with Jiminie, but what about when he's back into his big headspace? Will he really be okay with what they've done? Will he want Yoongi to fuck him then too? For a second, he wonders if he's gotten himself in too deep but he's pulled from his thoughts but Jimin himself.
"Yoonie, 'm close."
"Yeah Kitten? Come for me."
Barely five seconds later, Jimin's cock starts to twitch and Yoongi feels the liquid hit his stomach and chest. Jimin's asshole clenches as the younger practically screams Yoongi's name. It's too much for him; Yoongi comes a few seconds later, filling the condom as he slams into Jimin, milking himself dry.
He makes sure to clean them both up, even changing Jiminie into a new dress. He carries him into the living room and together, they decide on a movie to watch. They only make it an hour or so into the movie before Jiminie decides he needs "more." Yoongi is more than happy to oblige as Jiminie climbs on top of him.
"We need a condom first, Kitten."
"Right here," Jiminie says with a smirk as he pulls one out from underneath the couch cushions.
"Is that for emergencies?"
Jimin tears open the wrapper and expertly rolls it over Yoongi's hardening dick. "It's for Yoonie. Jimin put it there because he knows what Jiminie wants." He sinks down a moment later, his mouth dropping open as his eyes slam shut. "S-so good Yoonie," he moans as he starts to rock his hips.
Yoongi feels like he's been slapped. Jimin put the condom there in preparation? Did he know he'd be dropping into little space today? Did he know that he'd be horny? Did he just hide random condoms through-out the apartment? How does this shit work ? His mind still calls him Jimin, even when he's in little space. Should he be thinking of him as solely Jiminie at this moment? He files his thoughts to the side and hopes that at some point they'll be able to talk about them.
"F-fuck me," Jiminie moans as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck.
"Whatever you want, Kitten." Yoongi can't say no, now can he? He starts to fuck up into Jimin, basking in the way drool forms in the corners of his mouth as he whimpers and cries about how good he feels. He watches the way his cock twitches when he tells Jiminie how pretty he is and how good he feels. He absorbs the way Jiminie's thighs start to shake, smiling as he watches him try to speak but finds himself unable too. A moment later, Jiminie is cumming all over Yoongi's t-shirt; his head thrown back as he screams Yoongi's name.
Once he cleans them up (again), he carefully carries Jiminie to his bed. He reads him a storybook until the man falls asleep and lays with him for almost half an hour, enjoying the way Jimin’s body feels curled up next to him.
He knows they need to talk. He needs to tell Jimin how he feels, that he wants to be more than just someone to help him through the little days. He gets anxious thinking about all the ways Jimin can turn him down. What if he cancels their agreement? What if he gets mad at Yoongi for agreeing to their contract when he knew he had feelings for him? What if it changes everything and they’re no longer friends?
He finally takes a few deep breaths to calm his thoughts. Jimin will understand, he hopes.
He dreams.
He falls asleep with his arms wrapped about Jimin’s chest, his breath hot on Jimin’s neck.
When he wakes up the next morning, he’s surprised to see Jimin still curled into his chest. He notices the man is awake and on his phone and it makes him smile.
“Using me as a furnace?”
Jimin visibly startles at Yoongi’s voice, his cheeks flushing pink. “Good morning,” he says quietly, setting his phone off to the side and nuzzling his head into Yoongi’s neck. “Did you sleep well?”
“Amazingly, actually.”
“This bed is so comfortable,” Jimin hums.
“Sure, but I think the company is better.” He hears Jimin giggle and in response, kisses the top of his head. “Are you hungry? I can make breakfast.”
“I am, but can we lay here for a little while longer? I’ve got to do something important later and I need some confidence.”
“Anything you want, Kitten.” They end up laying in bed for almost two hours. Jimin tells Yoongi about his family and his little sister, how proud he is of her for going to college to be a fashion designer despite their parent's worries. Yoongi tells Jimin about how he met Taehyung and Jungkook and how they were quick to become friends. They share small secrets and plenty of laughter until Jimin reluctantly sits up.
“Let’s get dressed and order some pizza,” he smiles.
“Sounds good to me.”
He helps Jimin clean up the living room while they wait for the delivery guy. He can’t help but notice how often Jimin glances at him, a concerned look in his eye. Did he talk in his sleep or something?
Is the something important Jimin has to do later breaking their contract?
He knows it’s irrational, but his brain doesn’t stop trying to figure it all out. It doesn’t stop trying to connect dots that may or may not need to be connected.
They’ve just sat down on the couch with the pizza when Jimin turns to him.
“Yoongi, can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course.”
“I hope it doesn’t surprise you or scare you away.”
“Jimin, nothing you say will scare me away.”
“Namjoon is moving out. Apparently he and Seokjin have decided to date someone together and they think it’ll be easiest if they live together. Which means I need a roommate. I want to ask you, but I want to be completely honest with you.”
“Wait. Is the guy Namjoon and Seokjin want to date named Jungkook?”
“Yes? Holy - is that your Jungkook?” Jimin laughs. Yoongi notices a tiny dot of pizza sauce on Jimin’s chin and has an overwhelming urge to lick it off.
An urge he buries deep down inside him.
“It definitely is. He’s been into those two for a long time.”
“That’s cute,” Jimin giggles. He set his plate down on the table and turns his body to look at Yoongi, pulling his legs underneath him. “I’d like to ask you to be my roommate, but I need to tell you something.” Yoongi gives Jimin his undivided attention. This is the perfect moment to tell Jimin how he feels. He’d feel guilty from now until the end of time if he moved in with Jimin under a false narrative. “I’ve had a massive crush on you since the first day we met.” Yoongi’s heart skips a beat. “I was always too scared to do anything about it, always too afraid you’d reject me. Namjoon has been pushing me to ask you out for months, but I’m a coward. I know we have this contract, this agreement, and I want to continue with it. I just - even Hoseok has been on my ass about telling you the truth. I really like you, Yoongi. I want to go on a date with you.”
Jimin’s eyes are staring out the window, but Yoongi can’t look anywhere else but at the face of the man he’s liked for so long.
“Yes.” Jimin’s face snaps over to Yoongi, his eyes hopeful.
“Yes?”
“Definitely. I definitely want to go on a date with you. I definitely want to move in with you, though I think we need to talk about that. I definitely want to continue being with you when you’re little, but also when you’re big. I really like you too, Jimin. All of you.”
There’s suddenly a body pressed against him as Jimin lunges into him, arms wrapped around his neck. They finish the pizza while they discuss everything.
Turns out Namjoon owns this apartment and already agreed to let Jimin and whoever else rent it from him. Yoongi will sign a month-to-month lease, just in case things don’t work out. They schedule their first date and agree to complete abstinence until then. They definitely don’t break that rule half an hour later when Jimin leans in and gives Yoongi a long, soft kiss.
They agree that the contract for when Jimin is little will remain the same and only in the case of their breakup will it change.
The last thing they agree on is that they’re officially dating now and neither man could be any happier.
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