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When one feels like not getting up at all and like the weight of the whole world was resting on their shoulders, maybe they should do just that. Ditch the work, the responsibilities, just for a breather. Stay in bed, sleep the way away. Especially if that won't take a radical effect on their life other than give them time for extra rest.
Maybe it's a way of fate to tell them "I'm looking out for you. This way I'm letting you know that it will be best if you change your plans for today completely".
But Jimin was stubborn. He was no quitter. It was the last shift before several days off, paired up with a public holiday, which would give him plenty of time to have fun with his special person, relax at home or at his place and maybe go out somewhere nice. There was this small cozy restaurant that he has been recommended recently and he couldn't wait to offer Yoongi to dine there with him. He hoped his hyung would agree.
But this whole week? It's been a disaster.
He's been having this sudden annoying migrane throughout all Monday and half of the Tuesday. He dulled it down with some pills and slept with a wet cloth on his forehead. Then there was a technical mishap at work that he had to help fixing and it overall put off the result further past the deadline. And the deadline was approaching fast.
And the most upsetting part was the fact that he hasn't been able to see much of Yoongi throughout the week. This actually stung. He only managed to catch him in the morning when he was having his mandatory coffee and it was quite rushed because Jimin needed to get to work on time. And fleeting parting kisses have never been his thing.
Some evenings he got lucky to get some cuddling which would pacify him for some time but other days he hasn't seen him at all. And what he was going through now was very much close to withdrawal. He needed that closeness, unique feeling of being near someone who mattered so much. He needed the hugs, the quiet words, the whispered praises and the hands that made him melt and come apart on the fingertips, trembling from pleasure.
For quite some time he has been planning on ways of adjusting his schedule and planning his time better. He even found a couple of places that would like to hire him, welcome him with open arms and their flexible hours. But it hasn't happened just yet so everything somehow lumped up together in a huge snowball, everything made him feel so stressed and on the verge of breaking. He started biting on his nails and groaned because his dom wasn't going to like that.
As if this wasn't enough as it was, he got yelled at in the office on his last shift. It was completely unreasonable. What was a mistake of another employee, as it later came to life, brought the executive's wrath on him. He heard what he really didn't want to know about himself, learnt he had qualities he didn't know he had. And when the truth was discovered shortly, he didn't even receive an apology.
After clocking out he headed to Yoongi's place. Jimin needed that instant feeling of safety he felt in his arms. He needed his fix and he couldn't wait to simply be close to him, talk and maybe something more. He was so very lucky to find someone like his hyung, who was able to read him like an open book, who he turned out to be so compatible with.
When the first few drops of water fell from the sky, his hand went inside his bag and he almost started crying. Of course he forgot his umbrella. This week was just getting uglier and uglier. Could it be worse?
Jimin forgot about one essential rule: to never ask this question, even mentally. Because it will get worse otherwise.
Unfortunately he bumped into a group of men outside the convenience store on the corner, just a block away from where hus hyung lived. Some people just never take no for an answer. He was never one to take advances from strangers, especially now that he considered himself taken. His heart hurt and he felt sorry for female presenting people who must have to deal with this shit all the time.
He couldn't get a break. Being shouted insults at was just about his last straw. He ran to Yoongi's apartment complex as fast as he could, steppingbon puddles and uncaring of the stare of his shies. Jimin felt like he was ready to collapse in the elevator. He just wanted this awful week to be over.
Finally he was hastily punching the code in and could finally let an exhausted sigh when the door was shut behind him. The place was filled with mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked meat and vegetables. He got rid of his outer clothes and peeked around the corner of the hallway. Yoongi's back was turned to him, he was occupied cutting something on the board on the kitchen counter. Just that sight brought him a little but of relief.
- Let's make up for this week, shall we? - Yoongi asked without turning around.
Gods, of course he was doing it for him. Hence the smell of his favourite stew and also he was sure he spotted his favourite desserts on the table. That's why, probably, Yoongi was dressed in that sweater Jimin gifted him along with the goofy looking apron that his hyung claimed "wasn't exactly his colour".
- Hyung, - he croaked, then clearing his throat.
Yoongi turned around with a pretty smile on his face. But then his expression changed to one of concern. He must have really been looking rough and felt embarrassed he didn't even think of looking in the mirror once. He always wanted to look good, not only for himself but also for his dom. But now? He felt like he was too busy falling to pieces.
Tears started streaming down his face as his hyung abandoned whatever he was going and took a step towards him. Jimin inhaled the soft yet masculine scent coming from Yoongi, mixed with smells of food.
- Sh-h, little one, - he said quietly, - What happened? What's wrong?
Jimin sniffed into the elder's shoulder.
- Um-m, everything?
Yoongi's hand laid on the back of his head and lightly massaged his scalp. His embrace opened the flow to more tears and sobs. Yoongi walked back, dragging Jimin with him and sat on the chair, positioning the younger on his lap facing him still. Then he reached some tissues from the table and kept gently wiping Jimin's face from the teardrops and snot. He let Jimin talk about all his trepidations that happened to him during this week and though he never voiced out that one of the main reasons was his hyung's absence, he could pretty much tell that this played a significant role in the fact that Jimin couldn't quite cope with his anxiety. At least not the way he usually did which was spending time with his dom in a special way.
- Don't worry, darling. It's all over now. Whatever happened can be easily fixed. Isn't that right?
- Right, - Jimin replied meekly.
- Now you need to think about yourself. Do you agree?
Jimin nodded affirmatively.
- Could you say it verbally, please?
- Yes, hyung.
- Good. Because I know exactly what might help you.
- Right now?
- Now is the best time, don't you think? If you are up for it.
- Oh, I am! Of course, anytime!
He seemed to instantly perk up a little. That made Yoongi chuckle.
- Look at you so eager. So what do you say your colour is?
- Green, hyung.
- Great. Let's go.
He helped the younger up and led him to the bathroom, suggesting to take a shower first. But Jimin was way too overwhelmed and tired which must have been visible from his body language and overall emotional state so the elder didn't just leave him there to tend to himself. Instead he switched the water on, helped him undress and washed him quickly yet efficiently.
- See? You already feeling better now I bet? - he asked.
Jimin looked up at him and focused on Yoongi's eyes.
- Hyung, it's just... everything happens... just-
- Darling, - Yoongi interrupted softly, - Calm down.
Yoongi rubbed his arms up and down. He noticed that the younger was still quite upset and his eyes were teary. So he led him out and towards the bed, got rid of the towel around his body and laid him on the mattress. Immediately he crawled on top of him and pressed all his body to his, as if trying to cover, to shielf him from something.
The weight on Jimin felt amazing and surprisingly very calming. It had an almost instant effect. The tears stopped flowing out of his eyes and his breathing soon returned to normal.
- What is your colour now?
- It's still green, hyung.
- Then let me help you. Turn around.
Jimin diligently turned around and Yoongi pressed to his body again. He reached the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, freeing his cock that was already half chubbed. Yoongi stroked it to full hardness and parted Jimin's asscheeks with his thumbs. His length went between the round globes and slid further asking his labia. It dragged along his pussy and the elder felt it was already getting slightly wet. And the more he slid there and back, the more moist it was getting.
Jimin sighed sweetly. The touch of Yoongi's hard cock was so pleasant and arousing. He put all the other thoughts aside, concentrating on his sensations only. Yoongi was rubbing back and forth, picking up his pace. He navigated his girth purposely, with intent, aiming to bring them both to climax. The cockhead was smoothly rubbing against his clit and Jimin needed no additional stimulus to eventually come, dribbling his juices on Yoongi's length.
- Good boy, - Yoongi praised, rubbing Jimin's lower back and his supple buttcheeks, - Now show me how good you were.
- Hyung? - he asked in confusion.
- Spread yourself for me and show me how good you've been for hyung.
Jimin felt a hot wave of embarrassment and delight washing over him. He spread his asscheeks and curved his spine, all but presenting for his hyung from his position. He felt some of the wetness still trickling out of him and his pussy clenched, earning a hum of approval from his dom.
Yoongi reached it with his hand, gathered the liquid with his fingers and spread it over Jimin's rim.
- You can let go now, - he said, squeezing his soft thighs appreciatively, - Turn around.
Jimin quickly followed the order. Then he raised his knees to his chest and then slightly spread his legs, hoping that this was what his hyung wanted.
- Such a good boy and so eager, - the dom praised, - Now tell me what you want.
- Want your fingers, - Jimin asked in his honey voice.
Yoongi smirked.
- Anything else?
- And your cock, please?
- Hmm, so polite. I taught you well.
The elder grabbed some lube and spread it over the two of his digits. He pressed them against the ring of muscles and started circling around it. While one his hand was busy prepping Jimin, his other stretched to reach his pussy and Yoongi inserted two of his fingers in, pressing the thumb against his clit.
Jimin grabbed his knees with his hands. He tilted his head back, laying it on the pillow. The rush of pleasure that he got from his don was overwhelming, he was practically melting into the soft covers from the stimulus he was getting. His breath caught in his throat otherwise he'd ask to give him more, to go faster. Yet he behaved, simply taking whatever he was given.
Yoongi's slicked fingerpads reached his prostate and massaged over it again and again, making him leak more of the wetness. As Yoongi kept fingering him, more slicked sounds could be heard and Jimin already forgot about feeling anything but the pure bliss.
Without moving his hand off Jimin's pussy Yoongi replaced the digits with his slicked cock. It felt amazing: the way his hardness dragged against the tightened walls and just as he bottomed out, Jimin came again, squeezing Yoongi's fingers with his pussy.
- You're doing amazing, gorgeous. Now give me one more, make your hyung proud.
Jimin moaned and started pushing back onto Yoongi's cock. To help his sub some more Yoongi picked up a bullet vibe and pressed it against his clit, went along the folds and back, all the while plunging into his ass. At some point Jkmin would feel it was getting too much but the next second it wasn't enough and he eagerly moved towards his hyung, working to chase his pleasure.
Yoongi thrusted deep and grinded over Jimin's prostate, moving rapidly and filling him up nicely. The vibe kept rubbing against the clit and Jimin finished with a long drawn moan and his legs slightly shaking.
He felt Yoongi pulling out and then the lukewarm sensation of the wet cloth his hyung was cleaning him with. He instructed him to either raise his hips or lower his legs, asked to spread himself again so he could clean him the best he could. Jimin was happy to give his dom the reigns. He felt weightless as Yoongi picked him up and arranged him on the bed, surrounded with the softness of the blanket.
Soon he joined Jimin in bed, hugging his naked body tightly to his, sharing warmth and giving him the much needed comfort. Yoongi placed soft kisses along his neck and on his ruddy cheeks, he covered Jimin's lips with his and stayed there. He gave Jimin's tummy gentle rubs and the younger felt putty in his hyung's arms.
- Tell me when you're ready to eat, - Yoongi whispered softly, - I'll deliver you right into the kitchen.
- Thank you, hyung.
Jimin pressed his lips to Yoongi's. It was the most relaxed and content he felt in days. If that was the reward he was getting, then he would work twice as hard to only pay attention to things that truly mattered.