Archive of Our Own ^beta

For the past two years that they’ve been friends, it became a pretty well-known fact that Jimin harbored a raging crush on Yoongi. The starry eyes and embarrassing stutters whenever he was around the older were a dead enough giveaway. Everyone in their friend group seemed to know about it.

Everyone except for Jimin and Yoongi themselves.

It would be weird; that’s how Jimin had always tried to excuse it. They still have a year left of college and confessing to an unrequited crush on Yoongi could lead to an extremely unfortunate situation, since him and Jungkook are roommates, and Jungkook is Jimin’s childhood best friend. Yoongi also has really cool friends that he’s introduced Jimin to; like Namjoon and Hoseok. He wouldn’t want them to look down on him if he were to have a crush on their friend Yoongi (which he totally doesn’t, if you were to ask him).

So Jimin has always been content with just denying it. Even if his longing stares and sickly-sweet smiles directed at the older never stop. It’s better that way than to mess it all up. The sting of a rejection wouldn’t be something Jimin thinks he could ever endure.

And on top of that, Yoongi is just so different. He likes different things; like music and cars and football. Jimin likes marine biology and 2000s sitcoms. He’s constantly buzzing with energy whilst Yoongi is soft and mellow; too slow to put up with someone like him without getting exhausted. Jimin goes to bed early; Yoongi stays up all night writing songs. Jimin prefers spending his days out with his friends; Yoongi has to literally be dragged outside in order to hang out.

Yoongi likes girls; and Jimin really, really likes boys.

There’s only so many drunken talks he could take about “how great pussy is” without having to excuse himself to the bathroom with flushed cheeks every single time. Yoongi could go on and on about all the things he likes in a girl. Like the soft curves of their waist, the feeling of a good handful of ass and a pair of tits, and a pretty little pussy to go along with it. Jimin could handle many things in life, but hearing Yoongi talk so openly about that when he’s drunk and loose enough to, is not one of them.

Deep down, a small part of him is slowly simmering with jealousy. He hates hearing Yoongi talk so passionately about someone else in that way. He knows he has no right to feel like that, but he still does, selfishly so.

The other part of him is also burning hot with arousal every single time. His thighs squeeze together shamelessly whenever any sort of lewd term leaves Yoongi’s mouth. Like how there’s nothing better than the feeling of being suffocated by someone’s thighs and how he just loves to have a ‘pretty little thing’ sit on his face as if she owns it. Jimin swallows thickly every single time. Maybe if Yoongi knew…

It's not like Jimin’s kept it as a secret anyway. There’s a handful of people from his life that know why his pants fall so flat around his crotch and why he always has to use a stall whenever he goes to a public restroom. But it’s also not something that can come up in many conversations comfortably. So, unless required, he usually just keeps it to himself. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal anyway, right?

Except for when it becomes one.

Because Jungkook doesn’t really know when to keep his mouth shut, especially after he’s had quite a bit to drink. Jimin’s been annoyed by that side of him ever since they were kids; Jungkook simply had no filter, and he loved him – he really did – but God, did it make him want to strangle him sometimes.

He always made small little remarks to Yoongi whenever Jimin was around; things that thankfully the older never really seemed to pick up on, but they made Jimin burn hot with embarrassment every single time. It felt as if they were back in middle school and Jungkook was threatening Jimin with exposing his secret about his little crush on his hyung, which was totally not even true.

“Oh, Jimin likes ice skating too. You should go together!”

“Hmm, I might know someone who is willing to help you with that, Yoongi-hyung, but I’m not saying any names.”

“Oh no, I forgot my phone at home. You and Jimin go without me, have fun! Get to know each other better.”

Jimin was always left so, so embarrassed. Like there was nothing in the world that could get his cheeks to burn brighter than having Yoongi’s attention on him. And it was confusing. Because on one hand, he did want Yoongi to look at him. To notice him in a different way. But on the other hand, he was never truly prepared for it. Whenever Yoongi’s eyes shifted in Jimin’s direction when Jungkook or anyone else mentioned his name, he found himself slouching, trying to make himself as small as possible, as if he were trying to hide from Yoongi’s intense gaze.

It didn’t help that everything about the older seemed so intimidating. The way he spoke; so soft and calculated. The way he moved; confident and in control. The way he looked at anything and everything around him. They all brought a shiver down Jimin’s spine and left a pool of saliva in his mouth. Even the most mundane of things had him breathing heavily; watching Yoongi twirl a pencil between his fingers or his jaw flex when he is chewing on his gum. They make Jimin feel as if he’s tingling all over.

But Yoongi’s never really paid him too much attention. No more than to the rest of their friends, at least. Despite Jungkook’s desperate attempts at trying to get his hyung to notice Jimin, he didn’t seem to have that much interest in him. And well…that did make Jimin feel a little heartbroken. But it’s okay. It’s totally cool. He never wanted for things to change anyway. Everything was going great right now. Why would he risk his friendship with Yoongi by letting a silly little crush get in the way? His feelings would be one-sided anyway.

Or so he thought, until Jungkook opened his big mouth.

Whilst Jimin and Jungkook were only in their sophomore year, the rest of their friends were already seniors. Which led to a lot of impromptu drinking nights, that were becoming so frequent it was slowly starting to get concerning. But whenever Jimin would bring it up, Hoseok would usually be the one to wave him off and say “You’ll see when you have your own thesis to write. This is necessary in order to survive.” So Jimin chose not to comment on it anymore.

Since Jungkook and Yoongi were the only ones who actually rented an apartment, unlike the rest of them who still lived in dorms, of course their nights would be spent over at their place. Jimin was a little sad towards the end of their first semester when Jungkook said he would be moving out of the dorms because he found a cool dude in his music theory class that was looking for a roommate, and since Jimin didn’t have enough money to be able to afford rent and Jungkook absolutely hated the dorms, he settled for the next best option since his best friend wouldn’t be able to move in with him.

Their hangouts were nice. Jimin really enjoyed himself every single time. He was very happy to have found such cool friends. He honestly expected to spend the next three years clinging only to Jungkook, since he was pretty shy and introverted and didn’t think he’d get to make any other friends. But apparently, Jungkook rooming with some random guy from his class turned out to be beneficial even for Jimin.

Now, he gets to get out of his room where he normally would’ve been holed up studying, and spend his nights laughing and smiling from ear to ear, buzzing with excitement and tilting slightly sideways, tipsy from alcohol that he didn’t even have to pay for.

“No, I’m telling you, it’s two different holes!”

Jimin doesn’t know how the topic of their discussion came to be, all he knows is that he’s gotten progressively quieter, just as he usually does whenever their talks start to involve genitalia. He scrunches his nose up and jolts a little when Hoseok yells right next to his ear.

“How would there be two different holes? That makes no sense!”

“You mean like…the butthole?” Taehyung slurs, gazing emptily at a random corner.

“No, you idiots! One is the vagina and the other one is the urethra.” Namjoon exclaims in annoyance.

“So what you’re saying is that there’s three holes.” Taehyung frowns.

“W-Well…” He takes a short pause. “Technically, yes. I suppose.”

The sound of Seokjin slamming his beer bottle on the floor startles all of them. “I call bullshit!”

Jimin has no idea how they even started talking about holes and vaginas and all that stuff; all he knows is that he’s confused and that he seems to be surrounded by complete idiots who should not be allowed to have access to pussy without the bare minimum of knowledge.

The sound of Jungkook’s voice pulls Jimin out of his trance.

“Jimin, you tell us! How many are there?”

“Yeah, Jimin should know best!” Taehyung chimes in with an eager nod.

At the feeling of every single pair of eyes in the room falling on him, he feels his already flushed cheeks growing even redder. It’s by no means a secret, but it also feels a lot more humiliating than it probably should. They’re talking about vaginas and indirectly asking Jimin about…well, his.

“Um,” he clears his throat and keeps his gaze locked on a spot on the ground, “it’s two separate ones. Namjoon is right.”

“Thank you!” The older exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

Suddenly, a new voice chimes in, “Wait.” At the sound of Yoongi’s voice, Jimin’s whole skin bristles. “Why would Jimin know best?”

Before Jimin can even think to blame it on his major (which is marine biology, but there must be some sort of correlation, right?) Jungkook already opens his big mouth and answers for him.

“Because he’s the only one here with a vagina.” He looks at him with an expression that says ‘duh, are you dumb?’ until he notices the way Yoongi’s eyes widen, along with Jimin’s.

A small ‘uh-oh’ escapes from Jungkook’s mouth, before he’s scurrying off to the kitchen to bring some more snacks. Jimin is seriously contemplating running after him and possibly bashing his head into the kitchen counter, before he feels the heavy weight of Yoongi’s gaze settling on him. He swallows thickly and stays put instead.

“Wait, for real?” Jimin blinks up at him and shyly tucks his hands underneath his thighs.

“Um…yeah.” He nods slowly and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth.

It’s a little too predictable when Yoongi’s eyes fall down to Jimin’s crotch, and yet it still catches him by surprise and has him bringing his knees up to his chest, feeling entirely too exposed, even while fully clothed. If Yoongi sees the way Jimin’s pants fall completely flat against his crotch, he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he acts as if that did not just happen and looks back up to meet Jimin’s eyes.

The younger shudders, feeling a tremor run through his entire body. Sure, Yoongi’s looked at him before, but never really like this. He’s never been stared at so openly by the older, as if he’s trying to analyze every inch of Jimin’s face, with seemingly no shame in doing so. It’s entirely overwhelming. Jimin doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

He thinks he hears Taehyung mutter something that sounds a little like “Wait, you didn’t know?” before Namjoon accidentally knocks over his beer bottle and has everyone getting up in order to evade the mess. Jimin feels a hiccup bubbling in his chest when Yoongi steps over to where he is, so close that their shoulders are brushing. Nervously, he glances up at him, before immediately averting his gaze when their eyes meet. Yoongi looks…curious. And Jimin is quite frankly scared to know what about.

With a sharp inhale, he turns around and chooses to remove himself from the tense situation by walking out of the room and straight into the bathroom, where he locks the door behind himself before sliding down to the ground, a hand desperately fanning at his heated face. This is not how the night was supposed to go. He’s so overwhelmed, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. He closes his eyes with a big sigh and tries to calm down.

He's going to kill Jeon Jungkook and his big stupid mouth.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

The lingering looks only get worse from then on.

Yoongi’s newfound interest in Jimin would’ve probably brought him joy before what happened that night. Now, all it does is leave him embarrassed instead. It’s almost as if he can hear what Yoongi is thinking. He’s probably curious, just like almost everyone who’s ever found out was at first. No one’s ever outright asked to see it – except for Taehyung, but he’s just weird – but Jimin knows that’s what most people usually think when they hear about it. The small and quiet boy who hides a secret right between his legs. Yoongi’s behavior is entirely too easy to read.

It's not necessarily just the way his eyes sometimes fall to his crotch – and they do, quite often – but it’s the way they linger on every other part of Jimin’s body as well. He’s once turned around and found, to his utter shock, Yoongi’s eyes trained on his ass, before quickly snapping up to meet his face, which made Jimin squeal in surprise. It’s almost as if he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was doing all his staring so openly, with no ounce of shame or regret for being caught.

But most of all, Jimin noticed him glancing at his lips. When he talked, when he ate, when he drank – Yoongi’s eyes were always glued to his mouth. Jimin was becoming so self-conscious that at some point he started biting his cuticles in hopes of having something covering his mouth so that his hyung would stop staring. But nothing seemed to deter Yoongi. He was way too enticed by Jimin and the younger was starting to grow so antsy that he sort of hoped Yoongi would just ask him whatever’s been on his mind already, just to get it over with.

Jimin’s previous frequent visits are now cut shorter and happen less often, because they always leave him feeling uneasy. Before this, he would usually push his luck and overstay his welcome, just for a few extra hours of being in the presence of Min Yoongi; but now that the older was actually paying attention to him, Jimin found that he couldn’t really handle that.

They don’t all get together again for a while after that. Finals are approaching and Jimin’s been spending all his free time studying and trying to cram in every bit of information last minute, because he was too lazy to start early, as usual. Him and Jungkook see each other maybe twice in the week before exams begin, and it’s always just outside and not at his place, where Yoongi is as well. Jimin is grateful for the distraction that studying provides, because now he doesn’t really have the time to think about Yoongi and how the older makes him feel.

Then, on the Sunday night right before finals week begins, Hoseok says they should get together to have a drink in order to let loose. Jimin thinks it is quite frankly the worst idea possible, but his exam tomorrow takes place late in the evening, so it’s not like he can really say no when faced with Jungkook’s puppy eyes. That’s how they all find themselves on the ground of Yoongi and Jungkook’s living room again, completely drunk off their asses.

“No giving head for a week, or no receiving?”

Somehow the night evolved to them playing Would you rather, after running out of ideas for Truth or dare questions. It’s the dumbest game Jimin has ever played, probably even dumber than Truth or dare, but he’s not going to be the party pooper and say something about it. Except that this is the first question in which he’s completely stuck.

A loud chorus of ‘giving’ echoes around, which gets interrupted by Yoongi, who’s the only one to say ‘receiving’. Jimin’s eyes widen.

“What?” Hoseok splutters.

“I have my preferences.” Yoongi simply shrugs, before taking a sip from his cup. His eyes glace above the rim right into Jimin’s, which makes him swallow thickly.

“You’re something else.” Hoseok mumbles, shaking his head. He looks at Jimin next. “Jimin, what about you?”

And Jimin, well…he doesn’t know how to react to situations in which he’s put on the spot, so he just does the only thing he can think of: completely freezes.

“Oh, um…” He frowns, looking at everything else but the people around him.

“Come on, are you one of the weirdos who prefer giving like Yoongi, or receiving?”

He hears Yoongi mutter something like “Fuck you, man” under his breath before all eyes are completely focused on him. His throat feels tight and he doesn’t quite know what to say. His mouth opens and closes a couple times, at a loss, before he stutters out a response.

“Well, I-I wouldn’t know.” He plays with his fingers in his lap, looking down at he ground. “Never did…any of that.”

A loud chorus of  “What?!” echoes around the room, startling Jimin who looks up with widened eyes.

“What?” He repeats in return.

“Hey, stop being assholes.” Jungkook slurs from where he’s sprawled on his back. “Jimin’s just…” He smacks his lips a couple times, drunken words coming out quietly. “Waiting for someone special.”

Taehyung looks down at the ground, mumbling to himself “No head?” with widened eyes, almost as if he’s imagining that scenario for himself and he’s entirely terrified about it. Stupid boys and their stupid dicks who they always try to get stupidly wet. Jimin almost rolls his eyes.

“Well, I for one think that is admirable.” Namjoon speaks up, placing a hand over his heart.

Jimin nods uncomfortably, “Thanks.”

He’s not really ‘waiting for someone special’ perse; he just hasn’t been interested enough in anyone until now. During high school he was way too focused on his studies to even entertain the idea of a relationship. And now, in college, even though he should probably be experimenting and living his best life, he’s also not really curious about that either.

They quickly move on from that, Taehyung already coming up with a different Would you rather question, and Jimin is grateful to have the attention taken off of him. Except that when he finally dares to look up, he notices everyone seems to be preoccupied with something else, except for Yoongi, whose eyes are locked completely onto Jimin’s face. He tries to stifle a gasp when he meets his gaze. It’s probably the most intense way Yoongi’s ever looked at him until now. It has Jimin shivering full bodily.

The glances never stop until they eventually call it a night and he has to carry a wasted Jungkook over to his bed, where he ends up falling with him and decides it would be best to just crash there for the night.

Yoongi’s sharp eyes haunt him even in his dreams.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

The next morning, the apartment is entirely too quiet for Jimin’s liking.

He groggily lifts his head, only to see that the other side of the bed is empty. With a long yawn, he stretches his body, rolling around in the sheets until he feels all of his bones crack satisfyingly. By the light peeking through the curtains, Jimin guesses it must be pretty late already. He slept in quite a lot.

It only takes him a few seconds to remember Jungkook was supposed to have his first exam at noon. That’s why he’s not here anymore. It must be a lot later than Jimin predicted. He rests with his eyes closed for a few more minutes before finally daring to get up.

He flinches when his bare feet touch the cold ground, already craving the warmth of the bed back. He really needs to find his phone though, and probably head home soon so he can prepare for his own exam that’s at six. When his stomach grumbles loudly, he finally gets up.

He rubs his eyes as he opens the door and walks out the room, straight to the kitchen where he hopes Jungkook has some good food in the fridge and not just those disgusting protein shakes and yogurts he eats every single morning. When he rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks, startled.

“Oh.” He exhales quietly.

Yoongi is home as well.

“Morning.” He mutters lowly, giving Jimin an up and down, making him tug on the hem of his shirt self-consciously.

“Good morning.” Jimin mumbles under his breath, shifting from one foot to the other. He doesn’t really know what he should do. Why did he even come here in the first place?

“Jungkook left about an hour ago. Come on, I made breakfast.” Breakfast. Right. That’s what he was here for.

Still, he feels the need to politely decline. “No, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me.” He waves his hand dismissively.

Almost as if on cue, his stomach grumbles again through the silence of the kitchen. He places his hands over his tummy, as if that’ll somehow muffle the sound and Yoongi raises a brow at him. Jimin smiles awkwardly. This is not really the best start to his morning.

“I made enough for two.” Is all he says, before he turns around and grabs two plates, walking around the corner and placing them onto the kitchen table. “Come, sit.”

Jimin wouldn’t say no to that even if he could; which he can’t. It’s almost as if Yoongi has him in a chokehold and he can’t find it in himself to deny the older anything. He clears his throat and takes a seat at the table, crossing his legs underneath himself on the plastic chair. He looks down at both of their plates, grateful to see some good-looking food, and not just Jungkook’s healthy alternatives. It’s simple; just bacon, eggs and toast. But it’s exactly what Jimin’s upset stomach needs right now.

He picks up his fork and thanks Yoongi quietly, before digging right in. He can’t help but notice how prettily his breakfast is plated, whilst Yoongi’s looks almost a little rushed. He definitely put the better-looking pieces of bacon on Jimin’s plate. He feels his heart constrict a little at the thought. Maybe he’s just looking too deep into it. He shakes his head, trying to snap out of it. He shouldn’t be leading himself on. It’s just some bacon. Stop being silly.

“When’s your exam?” Yoongi asks after a few minutes spent in silence, his mouth half full.

Jimin swallows before answering. “Six.”

He hums at that. “There’s plenty of time left. You wanna hang around here a little longer?”

“O-Oh, no, it’s okay.” Jimin waves his hands in front of himself. “I don’t wanna bother you–”

“It’s no bother.” Yoongi interrupts before Jimin even gets to finish his sentence. He stares at him with curious eyes. “You should stay. We could watch a movie or something.”

Or something. Jimin’s feet bounce restlessly underneath the table. He almost bumps his knee in the table leg, but places his hands on his thighs to stop himself in time. Yoongi just asked him to hang out. Sure, they’ve hung out plenty of times before, but there’s always been someone else with them as well. Never just the two of them on their own. Jimin swallows thickly at the thought of being alone with Yoongi. It makes him nervous.

“S-Sure.” He smiles, trying to appear relaxed, even if he’s internally screaming.

Yoongi nods. “Cool”. They finish their breakfast in silence.

Jimin tries to eat as fast as possible, not wanting to take his time or make Yoongi wait. His cheeks puff out and he barely chews before swallowing, placing a hand over his mouth when he notices Yoongi looking at him with a quirked brow, a small smirk pulling at his lips. Jimin clears his throat and washes his food down with a glass of water, before he pushes his plate away from him, just like a toddler.

“M'finished.” He muffles from behind his hand, swallowing the last bite down.

Yoongi smiles. “Good boy.”

Jimin tries his hardest not to choke, only coughing lightly instead, eyes nearly bulging out of his head for a short second. The playful praise should not have him this flustered. He chooses to focus on the sight of Yoongi picking their plates up and cleaning instead. He feels a little useless when he realizes he can’t do anything to help but sit quietly, waiting for Yoongi to come back from where he went to place the plates in the sink.

“Come.” He tilts his head in the direction of the living room and Jimin quickly gets up, chair scraping the ground underneath him loudly.

He cringes internally, but walks forward, heart fluttering wildly in his chest when he realizes Yoongi waited for him to walk ahead first before following. He’s getting way too hung up on these small details that probably don’t mean anything and it’s not good for his sanity. He clears his throat before taking a seat on the far corner of the couch, crossing his legs underneath himself.

Yoongi leans forward to grab the remote off the coffee table before switching the TV on. He throws it over onto Jimin’s lap, startling him.

“Choose whatever you want. I don’t mind.” Jimin nods quickly, grabbing the remote and turning Netflix on.

His fingers turn white from his tight grip when Yoongi plops down right next to him, barely leaving any space between them, even though Jimin sat nearly onto the couch arm, just to give Yoongi the chance to sit on the other side and have enough space to himself. He doesn’t seem to care that much about personal space though when he slings an arm over the back of the couch. Jimin bristles. Stupidly, he wonders what it would feel like to have that arm around his shoulders instead.

He quickly snaps out of it, shaking his head and flipping through different recommendations, settling on an action movie which seemed like a safe enough choice. He leans forward to place the remote back on the coffee table, and when he sits back, it feels almost as if Yoongi has somehow gotten even closer.

He gasps softly, before turning his face towards the screen, trying to avoid Yoongi’s eyes that are settled upon his face. Even if he can’t see them, he can definitely feel them. And it’s making his whole body shiver. He brings a hand up to rub over his own shoulder uncomfortably as the movie starts rolling.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asks. Jimin turns his head to the side to look at him. Why wouldn’t everything be okay? “Are you sore?

When Yoongi places a gentle hand on top of the one Jimin has clutching his own shoulder, he realizes what he means. Quickly clearing his throat, he moves his hand away.

“Oh, no, I’m okay, don’t worry. I’ve always had this kind of problems.” He tries to wave the situation off dismissively, but Yoongi’s frown only deepens at the confession.

“That must be painful.” His hand still rests on top of Jimin’s shoulder. When it trails down to the back of his neck, Jimin stills completely. “Do you want me to massage it better?”

Jimin nearly chokes, trying to pull away with an uncomfortable chuckle. “N-No, that is entirely fine, don’t wo-”

But before he can even get to turn him down, Yoongi’s fingers are already digging into his skin, pushing into his muscles in such a way that it has Jimin moaning softly, to his utter terror. He almost slaps a hand over his mouth when he realizes what he’s done. He can see Yoongi smiling from the corner of his eye.

“Nonsense. Come here.”

Jimin is left breathless when Yoongi shifts so that he can pull him closer by his waist, big hands splayed over his tummy, the feeling of warm palms on top of his belly making Jimin shiver. He’s not even paying attention to the movie anymore when his back is nearly pressed to Yoongi’s front, pretty much resting on his lap at this point. He exhales shakily when the older’s hands settle back onto his shoulders. When his fingertips press hard into his skin, Jimin has to bite his lip in order to stifle any sounds.

“Is this okay?” To his utter shame, he feels a slow pulse somewhere between his thighs when Yoongi’s breath fans over the side of his neck.

All he can get himself to do is nod bashfully and squeeze his legs together tightly. Yoongi nods in understanding, before he goes back to massaging Jimin’s tense shoulders, making him melt into his spot on the other’s lap. It feels so good that at some point his eyes fall shut, head tilting forward to give Yoongi more access. His touch is heavenly to Jimin’s sore muscles.

“So tense.” He tuts quietly and Jimin swallows thickly. He knows he’s not being scolded by any means, but his tone is similar to as if he were. “How have you been, Jiminie?”

Jiminie. He nearly melts right into Yoongi’s hold.

“I feel like we never really get the chance to talk, the two of us. How are things going for you?” He speaks so low and soft; it has every single hair on Jimin’s body standing up.

He can’t really find his words for a few long embarrassing seconds, clearing his throat and trying to snap back to reality. “G-Good. Things are…good, right now.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi hums curiously, hands trailing down to his shoulder blades, making Jimin lean even more forward. “Anything interesting happening lately?”

Jimin frowns. “Not really.”

“No?” He asks curiously, thumbs trailing down Jimin’s spine, making him straighten. “Nothing at school?”

Jimin blinks lazily, trying to keep his eyes open through the drowsy state his mind is trying to slip into. “I-I got to dissect a puffer fish last week.”

He startles when he feels Yoongi’s chest vibrate against his back with a laugh, warm breath fanning over the back of his neck. It takes everything in him not to whine out loud.

“Sounds like fun.” He huffs and trails his fingers over to the back of Jimin’s neck, his head instantly falling forward. “Anything or anyone new in your life lately? Maybe someone special?”

Jimin gasps lightly. At the mention of ‘someone special’, his mind immediately takes him back to last night, when the same term got used in their Would you rather game. He swallows dryly, trying to speak through the content whine that’s bubbling at the back of his throat when Yoongi pushes down onto one of his tense points.

“N-No…there’s no one.” He exhales quietly and tries to straighten his back, but Yoongi keeps him in place. The action should not have him feeling as hot as it does.

“Hmm…” The other hums lowly right by Jimin’s ear and inevitably, he shivers full bodily. “Oh no, are you cold, Jiminie?” Jimin doesn’t even get to answer before Yoongi is pulling back, a discontent whine nearly leaving Jimin’s mouth before he swallows it down at the very last moment.

“Here, let’s get you wrapped up.” Jimin, although overwhelmed, preens at the attention and feels himself melt into Yoongi’s hold when he grabs a fluffy blanket from the couch arm, draping it over Jimin’s shoulders and proceeding to, just as he said, wrap him up.

Yoongi shifts so that they’re now lying on their sides together, with him spooning Jimin from behind. Jimin doesn’t even remember one single scene from the movie and it’s already been playing for about fifteen minutes. He just can’t get himself to focus with how overwhelmed Yoongi has him feeling.

He wasn’t even cold to begin with. He doesn’t know how things managed to progress this fast. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have a single bone in his body willing to deny Yoongi anything. If he wants to massage Jimin’s shoulders, who is he to stop him? And if he wants to swaddle Jimin in blankets and cuddle him while doing so, is he expected to say no to that? He’s not dumb.

He tries to breathe evenly and relax back into Yoongi’s chest, finally attempting to focus on the movie. But it seems that Yoongi might be just as restless as him, because next thing he knows, his fingers are running lightly down his hip and over his outer thigh, barely grazing the skin through the blanket. The light touch still has Jimin clenching up.

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi exhales, almost as if saying it more to himself than to Jimin. “So no one special, huh?” Jimin shakes his head hesitantly. “Hm…that’s good. You shouldn’t let anyone unworthy touch your body.” Almost as if testing the waters after saying that, Yoongi’s hand settles over his tummy, rubbing it gently. “Too precious for just anyone to have.”

Jimin feels himself getting choked up. He doesn’t understand what this means. Why is Yoongi acting so sweet all of a sudden? Saying all of these cute things, treating him so gently, making him feel entirely too overwhelmed. He doesn’t know how he should react. What should he even say? He’s confused more than anything. Yoongi’s never talked to him like this before. Never treated him this way. They’re friends. Yoongi doesn’t treat the rest of his friends like this. He doesn’t just caress someone’s body gently like this, unless he…

Jimin gasps when Yoongi’s hand slips through the blanket and right underneath his shirt, the skin on skin touch making goosebumps raise all over his body. The warmth over his exposed hip has him melting right into it, falling completely pliant, eyes fluttering shut.

“You’ve never let anyone touch you like this, Jiminie?” Yoongi asks curiously, voice right next to Jimin’s ear. His eyes roll even further into the back of his head. “The way hyung is touching you now?”

The sound of Yoongi referring to himself as his honorific has Jimin’s thighs squeezing together, something that doesn’t seem to go entirely unnoticed by Yoongi. He hums, trailing his hand back down to Jimin’s leg, pushing his fingertips into his skin, Jungkook’s sleeping shorts that he borrowed falling dangerously low on his hips. Yoongi pushes him gently until he’s resting a little more on his stomach rather than on his side.

“Hyung, w-what-”

Jimin’s words get cut off by a gasp when Yoongi’s hand settles dangerously low on his lower back, fingertips nearly touching his ass. Jimin struggles to keep his eyes open, but this is all entirely too much for him. He doesn’t know if he should bask in the feeling or stay alert. He’s bordering somewhere in between.

“No one special, Jiminie?” He repeats the same question, leaving Jimin perplexed. What is he trying to get at? “You’ve never thought about giving it all up to a certain someone before?”

Jimin swallows thickly, and it’s almost as if the wheels have finally started turning in his head and he begins to understand what Yoongi is getting at. Feeling a small surge of braveness that he normally wouldn’t have, he bites his lip before answering.

“M-Maybe one person…” The answer seems to really please Yoongi.

“Yeah?” His fingers ghost lightly over the swell of his right ass cheek and Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat, wondering if Yoongi will let his whole palm rest fully over it. “And you’d let him touch you where no one else has, right? Put his hands on you, make you feel all nice and soft,” his hand finally settles over his ass, running up and down between the skin connecting his ass cheek and his thigh, “just like this?”

Him. Jimin never said who he was referring to. It becomes pretty clear to him that in Yoongi’s head, this situation is no longer just about ‘someone special’. This is entirely about him. And Jimin doesn’t have it in himself to even try to deny that.

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales softly and shyly tries to push his ass back, the first brave act he’s ever done in Yoongi’s presence, “I’d let him do a-anything.”

When Yoongi’s fingertips dig painfully into Jimin’s ass, getting a full grip of his cheek, the younger whimpers lightly. He stutters through a sigh when Yoongi’s nose presses into the back of his neck.

“How cute.” He runs the tip of his nose over Jimin’s skin, trailing over to his jugular, up to his ear, which his breath fans over. “Would you let your hyung be that special someone?” He takes Jimin’s startled gasp as a good sign. “Yeah? You’d like that?”

Jimin is feeling unbearably shy. He wishes he wouldn’t. He’s been trying to deny his own feelings for Yoongi for so long, but it’s become futile by this point. And for the first time, it seems like his feelings are being reciprocated. Even if Yoongi’s interest in Jimin only arose once he found out about his little secret and his undisclosed innocence. The thought should worry him. All he can do is preen at the attention instead.

So, despite how bashful he feels about it, he still forces the word to come out. “Y-Yes…”

As soon as Yoongi gets his confirmation, it’s all he needs in order for a switch to flip. And the gentle teasing touches are suddenly turned into a strong and confident grip, the space between them practically nonexistent as Yoongi presses up close behind him. Jimin gasps, startled when he’s pushed entirely onto his front, feeling Yoongi lift so he can place both hands on his ass, kneading the cheeks as if they’re nothing more than a stress toy to him.

“What a good boy…” Jimin cries out weakly when he feels himself being spread and kept like that. Even if he’s still covered by his shorts, he feels more exposed than ever. “So soft…so pliant.”

All Jimin can do is press his face into the couch cushions when Yoongi starts to lower the waistband of his shorts, slowly pulling them down his hips, gasping at the other’s loud groan when he’s pushed them all the way down until they rest right beneath Jimin’s ass.

“Look at that.” Yoongi speaks lowly, almost as if he’s in awe. When he goes to spread Jimin’s cheeks this time, he jiggles them in each hand, admiring the way they part. “Well aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen?”

Jimin still has his underwear on, but he wishes he didn’t. The white cotton does little to hide anything when Yoongi is spreading him so wide. When he feels the air of the room hit his heated cunt, he gasps in surprise. Yoongi must’ve gotten a small peek too, by the way in which he growls low in his chest, startling Jimin before he lets go only to flip him over onto his back.

Jimin stares up at him with widened eyes, Yoongi’s wild gaze making him cower back, intimidated by the intensity.

“God, you really weren’t lying.” Jimin stutters through a gasp when Yoongi’s lips trail down his cheek until he reaches his neck. “Got a cute little pussy hidden in those panties, don’t you?”

Jimin feels his insides clench at the dirty words being whispered right into his ear. He’s never been talked to this way before. Scratch that, he’s never even imagined he could be talked to this way. It has him whining needily, arms reaching up to wrap around Yoongi’s neck, pulling him closer. When his lips press to Jimin’s jugular, the younger finally belts out a full moan.

Yoongi’s lips attach to his neck, parting to lick over the skin, teeth grazing him in the process. Jimin’s never experienced something so intense before. When Yoongi begins to suckle onto his skin, teeth ever so often digging into it as well, he feels a new form of pressure down between his thighs. It’s pulsing hot and heavy and it has his eyes falling shut, rolling in the back of his head. Yoongi keeps going, switching from one spot to another every few seconds, leaving the entire right side of Jimin’s neck feeling sore by the end of it.

When he pulls away and leans back to hover above Jimin, the younger reaches up with a hesitant hand, small fingers pressing softly into the skin and wincing when it hurts to touch. Yoongi curses under his breath. Before Jimin even gets to blink, he’s already being tugged by strong arms, and he finds himself seated over onto Yoongi’s lap, with his back pressed against his chest and his legs spread over each one of his thighs, shorts still bunched around his knees. Yoongi makes quick work of them, kicking them off completely with just one hand.

When Jimin looks down at his bare legs, spread over Yoongi’s thighs, a small spot of wetness already gathered at the front of his underwear, he brings his hands up to his face, trying to hide away in shame. This is so hot but so humiliating at the same time. Jimin is burning all over, from his chest, up to his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. His small fingers do very little to conceal his shamefulness.

“Pretty baby.” Yoongi coos, slinging an arm over his waist, the other sneaking up Jimin’s chest until his fingers wrap lightly around his neck. He gasps at the feeling. “What should I do with you, hm?” Jimin whines and squirms in his spot on Yoongi’s lap, his body having a mind of its own as it tries to move away, but also get closer at the same time. “You wanna tell me how you like to be touched?”

Jimin finally stills, taking Yoongi’s words in. He can’t possibly mean how he likes to be touched by others. He knows very well by now that no one’s ever touched Jimin like that before. He’s the first one to have seen him like this, and he seems proud to be in that position. He realizes shortly that he actually meant the way Jimin likes to be touched, by himself. He whines at the realization that Yoongi wants him to describe how he likes to masturbate.

“No…” He mutters bashfully, still attempting to hide his face behind his hands, admittedly quite unsuccessfully considering how squirmy he is.

“No?” Yoongi asks, surprise evident in his tone. “Want me to figure it out on my own?” At Jimin’s shy nod of approval, he hums low in his ear. “Alright then. Let’s find out what baby likes.”

Jimin thinks that being called ‘baby’ has him flushing brighter than when he had Yoongi spreading his ass cheeks mere moments ago. It somehow feels more intimate, if that makes sense. He’s never been addressed that way before. Never been talked to so endearingly, soft and gentle, as if he really is nothing more than a baby that deserves all the love and attention in the world. He sniffles lightly at the thought. And to think Yoongi hasn’t even touched him yet…

“I think that,” Yoongi begins, a careful hand tracing down his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Jimin briefly feels himself leaking. “You like to go slow.” When his palm presses on top of Jimin’s underwear, cupping him entirely, he gasps out loud. “Probably rub at your little clit for hours, don’t you?” Jimin whines weakly. “Always wondering what it’d feel like to have someone else doing it for you; taking the pressure off these tiny hands.”

He's not wrong. His hyung really knows best. Jimin gets tired so easily…Whenever he does get the time to masturbate, he tries to drag it out. Wants to savor it, to bask in the feeling, all soft and gentle touches, stopping as soon as he feels himself close to toppling over the edge, crying out weakly in frustration when his wrist cramps up, the slide too wet and too messy, leaving very little friction and a lot of tears leaking from his eyes. He’s entirely too eager for his own good. And somehow Yoongi seems to already know that.

When he pulls his underwear to the side, exposing him to the air of the room, Jimin holds his breath entirely. Yoongi’s chin hooks over his shoulder, taking a peek at Jimin’s cunt, whistling low under his breath. The younger’s cheeks flush instantly.

“Cute little clit indeed.” He hums, the tip of a finger trailing up from the hood of his clit, making him jolt, then slowly making its way down over to his labia, pressing over his slit. “Probably don’t even put your fingers in here, do you?” He asks, muttering a low ‘fuck’ under his breath when he feels how warm and slick Jimin already is over his fingers. “Too small to make you feel anything, anyway.”

Jimin grabs onto his wrist and it’s almost comical how small his fingers look in comparison to Yoongi’s long and calloused ones. He’s right. Jimin’s fingers don’t do much to help. They don’t really aid to his pleasure, so he usually just ditches the idea completely, crying in his emptiness, wondering what it would feel like to finally be full. He’s always been left like that; just wondering. But now, it seems like Yoongi might finally be the one to answer his questions.

“Would you like me in here?” He asks, index finger still slowly running up and down his slit, dipping in ever so slightly, more and more moisture gathering over his skin. “Deep, where you’ve never been able to reach before?” Jimin nods his head rapidly, gasping when Yoongi’s finger trails back over to his clit, pressing down gently. “Let’s do it your way first, yeah? Then we’ll do mine.”

Jimin shortly realizes that by ‘his way’, Yoongi meant slowly beginning to rub his fingers over his clit, making stars erupt behind his eyelids. He’s never felt this way touching himself before. Even though Yoongi’s fingers are light, barely pressing down, they still make him tremble from head to toe, in a way he never has before. Jimin didn’t ever think he would be reacting this strongly to the first touch he ever receives from someone else other than him; it feels entirely exhilarating.

“Feels nice?” He tries to push his hips forward; wants more. Wants it to press harder, feel more intense, more punishing, more, more, more…

“H-Harder.” He finds himself whispering, his fingers still gripping weakly onto Yoongi’s wrist.

It seems as if the other had not anticipated Jimin’s response, because he chuckles incredulously for a second, before obliging, pressing two fingers down over Jimin’s swollen clit, rubbing them in careful circles that have the younger’s bare toes curling in pleasure. Jimin’s head falls against Yoongi’s shoulder, gasping when he’s pulled right back by the hold the other still has on his neck. It was merely a gentle presence before, but now it feels like a constricting grip that Jimin struggles to breathe through.

“Watch.” Is all Yoongi says before he releases the pressure, letting Jimin breathe in deeply before his eyes fall downwards, watching Yoongi’s fingers work him slowly, wetness starting to trickle out of him embarrassingly fast.

Yoongi keeps a consistent pace. No matter how much Jimin writhes or squirms or tries to wiggle away, he never ceases, rubbing small careful circles over his clit, seemingly enjoying how riled up he’s managed to get the little thing on his lap. As if this is all just a game for him, and Jimin’s pleasure is something he can toy with and control, along with his body.

Jimin gasps in despair when Yoongi’s fingers suddenly stop, movements coming to a halt. He’s prepared to cry and beg to have them back, before he suddenly feels them trailing down, back to his opening, which has become a lot wetter and more inviting than before. Jimin thinks he’s probably leaked all the way over to his ass, which should feel a lot more embarrassing than it actually does, but he’s entirely too focused on the feeling of Yoongi’s fingers on him to care.

“How about I show you the way I like to do things now, hm?” Jimin finds himself babbling incoherently, eagerly nodding his head. “That’s a good boy. You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you?”

Jimin gasps brokenly at the first press of Yoongi’s middle finger against his slit. It gives in easily, ever so slightly dipping inside, making him whine in anticipation of what’s to come. He wants it so much. Wants to do things Yoongi’s way, to see how he likes it, to let himself be touched the way his hyung wants and to be nothing but a good and obedient boy in return.

His finger slides in to the first knuckle with ease, no resistance around it. Jimin breathes shallowly through it, impatient and excited to feel him pressed all the way inside. He’s never been full before, but there’s nothing he craves more in the world than the feeling of fullness. He’s practically drooling at the thought of it. He tries to press his hips down onto Yoongi’s finger, but he gets stilled with a hand on his hip and a harsh slap over his thigh.

“Stay still. You’ll take what I give you.” Jimin mewls quietly, but wills himself to sit still, struggling not to squirm around on Yoongi’s lap. “That’s a good boy.”

When Yoongi’s finger finally begins to slide all the way inside, Jimin is already moaning like a desperate slut, eager for more of where that came from. With his whole finger pressed inside Jimin’s velvety walls and his palm placed over his pubic bone, he slowly starts moving in and out, giving Jimin a small taste of what fullness will feel like. His head starts to fall back before Yoongi is making him pay attention again by squeezing around his throat.

At the feeling of a second finger prodding alongside the first, Jimin’s mouth begins to water. He feels absolutely insatiable, drunk on the promise of fullness and pleasure like he has never felt before. At his small ‘please’ followed by a whiny moan, Yoongi doesn’t have it in himself to deny Jimin anymore, squeezing his finger in, alongside the other. It’s a bit of a tighter fit, but Jimin is definitely wet enough for it. He clamps down onto the digits, trying to suck them in and keep them inside, crying out at the feeling of them scissoring him open.

His fingernails dig sharply into Yoongi’s wrist. “Doing so well.” He makes sure to reassure him every few moments, wanting Jimin to know just how well he’s taking it. It only spurs him on to keep going. Which is exactly what Yoongi wants.

When Jimin is leaking enough around his fingers, until it starts to drip down the inside of his palm and reach his wrist, he deems it safe enough to prod a third finger around his opening. And that is when Jimin starts whining like a desperate little slut. Already so insatiable and drunk on the feeling of just two fingers inside of him. He tries to buck his hips down.

“If you’re already acting like such a needy slut, what are you gonna be like with a cock in you?” Jimin’s eyes roll back, gurgling onto his words as Yoongi squeezes around his throat, cutting his airflow for a few short seconds. It makes Jimin feel lightheaded.

But he won’t seem to stop his squirming and whining no matter what Yoongi does. He can’t seem to hold him under control like before. He’s already become insatiable; desperately searching for a feeling that is entirely foreign to him. He swats his inner thigh harshly, making Jimin’s eyes water.

“Maybe you don’t like it so slow and gentle after all.” Yoongi tuts, repositioning Jimin on his lap so that he’s holding both of his hands down behind the arm he has slung over his waist. “Perhaps what you need is to be fucked so hard until you won’t even have enough energy to misbehave anymore.”

When Yoongi’s third finger suddenly plunges inside of Jimin’s weeping hole, this time a lot more punishingly than all the others, the younger finds himself crying out, a small tear rolling down the side of his face. He wants to reach out and grab onto Yoongi’s hand, but his arms are pinned down. All he can do is cry out desperately and moan brokenly when he starts being fucked so hard by Yoongi’s fingers, that he begins to see stars and colors form behind his eyes.

Jimin can quite literally hear himself leaking and splattering all over Yoongi’s hand. He’s never had this happen to him before. Didn’t even know it was possible to get this wet. His clit is completely forgotten about as Yoongi prods with all three fingers inside of Jimin, curling and reaching upwards, almost as if they’re on a search for something. Yoongi takes his other palm and presses it down over Jimin’s lower tummy, onto his pelvis, fingers digging into his skin uncomfortably. Before he can even begin to question what he’s doing, he already finds out.

Jimin had honestly begun to think it was a myth. How could one find pleasure simply from fingering themselves? Sure, it felt nice. Jimin enjoyed the fullness far more than he’d like to admit. But it could never feel as good as when he’s rubbing desperate little circles over his clit. Fingering himself could never get him off on its own.

But shortly enough, Jimin realizes that was probably only because he didn’t know how to do it properly.

Yoongi does though. He looks as if he knows how to work Jimin so hard, until he’s panting up a storm, sweating buckets, his skin feeling sticky and itchy all over, whole body tense and right on the edge constantly. He knows exactly which button to search for inside his body before pressing down on it and shattering Jimin’s entire previous beliefs about pleasure. He never thought he could ever discover such a feeling simply from penetration. Touching his clit is the furthest thing from his mind right now. All he can think about is how good Yoongi’s fingers feel inside and how he could get them to touch that spot inside of him again in order to have him seeing stars.

“There it is.” Yoongi mutters, lips pressing onto the skin of Jimin’s neck.

And then, he does it again. And again. And again. Until Jimin can’t get enough air in his lungs and his head can’t hang on his shoulders, falling back instead, legs shaking like crazy and pussy gushing like a leaky faucet around Yoongi’s skillful fingers.

“I’m g-gonna…” Jimin gasps, back beginning to arch away from Yoongi’s chest.

“I know you are.” He hums, sucking over the already bruised skin of Jimin’s neck. “And I suggest you do it within the next five minutes too, before Jungkook bursts through that door.”

Jimin can’t even find it in himself to be confused about what the other just said, entirely too consumed by the pleasure coursing through his body. He focuses on the feeling of Yoongi’s long fingers inside of him, pressing just right enough to have his toes curling and his teeth gritting. His clit feels swollen and neglected, and he almost wishes he could touch it, but his hands are still pinned down.

“Come on, pretty boy.” Yoongi whispers, biting onto the lobe of his ear. “Show hyung how well you can cum.”

Jimin doesn’t even get to prepare himself before he feels as if he completely bursts, orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave. His mouth falls wide open, a string of long and desperate moans escaping him until Yoongi’s fingers are shoved down his throat in order to muffle them. He shakes just like a leaf, small and fragile, broken by the intense pleasure coursing through his body. When he thinks this must be it, that there can’t be any more left, Yoongi’s fingers keep rubbing inside of him and prolonging his orgasm, having him nearly sobbing by the end of it.

He probably spends around two full minutes coming down from his high, left completely spent and drained by the end of it. There is no feeling in the world to describe just how exhausted but also entirely overwhelmed Jimin feels right now. His legs still tremble every few seconds, a new wave of spasms taking control of his body. Yoongi hushes him gently through it all.

His neck feels sore and bruised from where the older keeps pressing kisses all over his skin, gently coaxing Jimin into easing up around him so he could slip his fingers out. When he becomes loose enough to, they carefully begin to pull out, the slow drag against his sensitive walls making Jimin cry out weakly in overstimulation. His vision blurs for a short second.

“Shh, you’re okay.” Yoongi keeps reassuring him, holding his face gently with one hand, while the other brings the fingers that were previously inside of him up to his lips, urging him to clean his own mess up, which Jimin does sloppily, completely too out of it to do a proper job.

He doesn’t know how Yoongi manages to move his body around, his own bones feeling entirely too heavy inside his body in order to get himself to move, but somehow he finds himself less than one minute later already dressed back up, loose sleeping shorts hanging snuggly over his hips. He feels himself being shifted until his back is resting against the couch, the blanket going right back to being wrapped around his body, just as it had been right before all of this began.

All while Yoongi is gently whispering words of praise to his ears. Jimin basks in it, but he also can’t help his eyes from glancing down, getting a peek at Yoongi’s hard erection that seems to be straining against his pants. He reaches out to paw over it weakly.

All Yoongi does is chuckle and peel his hand away. “Silly baby. Barely took a few fingers and you really think you could handle me right now?” He shakes his head, cupping Jimin’s face between both hands. “We’ll leave that for another time, yeah?”

Jimin blinks owlishly up at him when Yoongi pinches the tip of his nose, leaning down to press a chaste kiss over it, before trailing down to his chapped lips, which he kisses for a little longer. Somehow, that feels a lot more intimate than everything that just happened. Yoongi pulls back shortly though, too soon for Jimin’s liking, but before he can get to whine about that too, Yoongi taps his chin playfully.

“Look alive, sunshine.” He smiles before turning back around, eyes focused on the TV that’s still playing the movie they started almost an hour ago, yet haven’t watched a single minute of.

Almost as if on cue, the front door opens and slams against the wall loudly, Jungkook’s excited voice breaking through the otherwise quiet room.

“I absolutely nailed that!” He screams, throwing his backpack onto the ground and jumping around a couple times, before closing the door behind him and running straight to the living room where Jimin and Yoongi are.

“Hyung, you’re still here!” He smiles from ear to ear, looking down at Jimin. His expression seems to morph into one of worry when he takes in his disheveled state. “You look horrible. Are you still hungover?”

Yoongi clears his throat and answers before Jimin can. “Yeah, he just woke up. Don’t worry though, I made sure to give him something that’ll make him feel better.”

Yeah, the best fucking orgasm of my entire life, Jimin’s mind supplies.

Jungkook looks like he wants to question that a little more, before he glances at the TV screen and his entire face lights up.

“You’re watching Non-Stop! Sweet!” He falls back on the other end of the couch, reaching for the remote to turn the volume up.

As Jimin sits there, still bundled up, with Yoongi’s hand sneaking underneath the soft blanket to play with his fingers, all he can think is:

What the fuck just happened?

But also, can it happen again?