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Yoongi is cold. Scratch that, Yoongi is fucking freezing and on his way to turn into a snowman.
The crazy part is that they're not even outside, they are all sitting in the car that is taking them back to their dorm after the interview. Still, it's so cold that Yoongi wonders whether he's in Korea or in fucking Antarctica.
He curles up even more in his seat, stuffing his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket (yes, he was dumb enough to be wearing just that. Because aesthetic)and hides his face in his grey scarf.
He glances at Seokjin, sitting at the front passenger seat, trying to warm up his hands with his breath and, by the frown on his face, he looks like he's failing miserably.
Next to Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook apparently found another way to stay warm.
Yoongi looks at their tangled limbs, at how Taehyung has his face hidden in the crook of the younger boy's neck, whilst Jungkook holds Taehyung close and occasionaly caresses his hair.
Yoongi sighs and decides that this might be the right moment to address The Issue™ .
-You two need to tone it down.
Taehyung looks at him with his huge eyes from behind Jungkook's shoulder.
-Who are you talking to?
-To you and your overgrown child of a boyfriend.
-Hyung! -Jungkook pouts -That's mean.
-But accurate. -Jin comments.
-What do you mean with “tone it down”? -Taehyung asks -We're in a car!
-Not now! -Yoongi responds -I'm talking about the interview we just did and the many interviews we've done in the last couple of years.
Tae looks at him for a while, with his head tilted to the side.
-What about it?
Yoongi rubs at his temples. Those two will be the death of him.
-The MC asked you who's your ideal type.
Taehyung nods.
-You answered Jungkook.
-Well, he didn't specify...
-He doesn't have to! -Yoongi snarls -He obviously meant your ideal type of girl!
Taehyung snorts.
-We say that kind of stuff all the time, it's fine. -Jungkook shifts uncomfortably on his seat.
-Okay, so maybe that was fine. What it's not fine is you two holding hands when there are cameras everywhere!
-Oh, come on, you couldn't even see it! -Taehyung frowns -Our hands were behind Namjoon-hyung.
-You wanna bet that when the interview will air everyone will notice? -Yoongi groans -Hyung, please, give me a hand here.
-Err. -Jin turns arouns so that he can look at the two boys in the eyes -Guys, you know that we're happy you two are in love and everything... but Yoongi has a point.
Taehyung gasps, holding Jungkook tighter.
-You traitor... -he whispers.
-So, remember. -Yoongi takes a dramatic pause -Tone it down.
He slumps back on his seat, his mind set on taking a nap because the road is still long and he's tired. But then Taehyung is not on Jungkook's lap anymore and he's pointing fiercely at Yoongi.
-You're telling US to tone it down?! -The boy almost shouts -Well, you might want to tone it down with Jimin too!
-Taehyung! -Jin calls, his voice full on Mom Mode® -Now is not the time!
Yoongi furrows, confusion painting his face, and he throws a look at the car that is riding behind theirs, where Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin are.
-What about me and Jimin?
Silence, then all eyes are on him.
-Wait... -Taehyung chuckles -You can't be serious. He can't be serious, right Kookie?
Jungkook doesn't answer, he just stares at Yoongi with his best Jungshook© look.
-What the hell are you talking about?!
-Nothing, Yoongi. -Jin smiles reassuringly at him -Don't listen to them.
Taehyung mutters something under his breath, but Jungkook quickly shushes him, so Yoongi gets back to his nap, not thinking about it too much.
And he does not think about the conversation when they get at the dorm either. They all have dinner, chat, watch a movie, and then drag themselves to bed because they are tired. Interviews are tiring as fuck.
-Goodnight, hyung. -Jimin says, after leaving the bathroom, tousling his blond hair.
-'Night Jiminie. -Yoongi then gets in his and Jin's bedroom and almost launches himself on the matress, sighing softly as soon as his head hits the pillow.
Oh, he's going to sleep so much. They have a free weekend, at fucking last, and he's going to make sure to sleep through all of it.
Except that as soon as he thinks he's starting to drift off, his phone buzzes. And then buzzes again. And honestly, Yoongi is already irritated per se, the distraction isn't helping.
He takes the phone with a groan and unlocks it, finding two texts from Taehyung, and the first one is the link to a youtube video.
Taetae
https://youtu.be/jESuM-NRS9k 23:59
I feel like you might want to watch this, hyung ;) 23:59
Yoongi frowns. He really should not watch the video. Knowing Taehyung, it's probably another cat video, or something stupid, or something deeply disturbing. But curiosity is a bitch, and Yoongi is curious. So he clicks on the link.
-What the fuck is Yoonmin? -Yoongi whispers when he reads the title of the video.
Suddenly, he and Jimin appear on the screen, so Yoongi watches.
And watches.
He watches every frame, takes in every second of the video, every sentence written in english.
By the time he's done, Yoongi feels like his entire life is a fucking lie, because anyone who might watch that video that, apparently, shows the “Top 13 Iconic Yoonmin moments”, will definitely think that he and Jimin are one of the grossest couples in the world.
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Caressing Jimin
Yoongi likes doing photoshoots just as much as someone enjoys getting snails poured over their naked bodies. But that's what he signed up for the moment he decided to become an idol.
And “Wings” came out recently, the album has been a success that they did not expect, so the fact that so many magazines want shoots of them doesn't really surprise him.
They've been taking pictures for about two hours now, dressed elegantly accordingly to their concept.
“It's like this sort of bohemienne cadency” Namjoon explained him when their staff first came up with it.
“But why?” Yoongi asked.
“I don't know, man, why does Jin look like a motherfucking princess all the time? There are things that just don't have an answer!” Namjoon angrily replied, then proceeded to bury his face under his beanie.
So yeah, bohemienne cadency. Still better than that fucking bandana he had to wear at the very beginning of their carreer.
-Lunch break! -one of the staff members stands up and waves his hand at the boys, telling them to get something to eat.
Yoongi isn't really hungry, so he just watches Jungkook and Taehyung basically sprinting to the buffet so that they can take the best food.
He's sleepy, which is not a surprise, so he starts looking for a quiet corner where he can take a nap for thirty minutes. He just needs a damn powernap.
He finds an empty couch and sits heavily on it, resting his head on the armrest and enjoying the moment of relax. Oh, that's the life. Sitting down, not moving. If he could only have some pajamas instead of those tight black pants and the way too fancy white loose shirt it would be amazing, but Yoongi doesn't want to test his luck.
He takes a deep breath, relaxing furtherly in this sudden and appreciated moment of bliss, when he feels someone sitting on his side and then, quite rudely if you ask him, procceds to put their head on his lap.
If it's Taehyung he's about to get his ass kicked. Yoongi opens his eyes and he sees Jimin beaming at him.
-May I use you as a pillow, hyung?
-What's the point in asking when you're already all over me? -Yoongi asks, but he doesn't move to shove the younger boy away.
-I'm not all over you! I took, like, a tiny percentage of your body.
-Yeah, well, taking this tiny percentage it's becoming an habit.
-But you're comfortable, let me have this. -Jimin whines, putting on his best puppy eyes.
-I spoil you too much. -Yoongi whispers, laying his head against the armrest once more.
They stay in a comfortable silence for a while. It's not unusual for Jimin to lay his head on his lap, it's almost a tradition for them. It's innocent, it's nice for Jimin and Yoongi can't bring himself to send away his dongsaeng. Yoongi will never, NEVER, admit it out loud, but he has a soft spot when it comes to Jimin. And when he says “soft” he means “so fucking soft, I'd let him get away with anything, really”.
-Hyung?
-Mmmh.
-Pet my head?
Yoongi opens his eyes and sighs.
-Is this becoming a habit as well?
Jimin's smile widens. He always smiles. Yoongi would find it annoying on someone else, but on Jimin is just a natural expression. Just like the sun has to rise, Jimin has to smile.
-I like it when you pet my head.
-You like way too many things I do.
Jimin raises an eyebrow.
-You talk as if you don't like me admiring you.
-Shut up. -Yoongi brutally shoves his hand in Jimin's hair, but then starts slowly caressing his head.
Jimin hums contently, closing his eyes and enjoying the attention. Yoongi knows the boy far too well and Jimin is needy. Not in a fastidious way, he just likes being cared for. And, really, there's nothing wrong with that.
Now, Yoongi hasn't been thinking about that video Taehyung sent him for quite a while. He almost completely forgot about it, 'cause it was silly and he managed to find a reasonable explanation for every single moment that video depicted.
Except that, in that precise moment, the first part of the video comes back at Yoongi like a fucking Tarantino style flashback.
He remembers the white words hovering over the black background, spelling “Yoongi caressing Jimin”, he remembers the video of him caressing Jimin's side whilst the boy's head rested on his legs. He remembers it and, suddenly, he is way too conscious of the weight on his lap and the way Jimin hums under his touch.
And for a second, Yoongi wants to pull back his hand and shove the boy away... but he doesn't. He doesn't and he never will, because Jimin is feeling good now, and he only ever asks for some attention only when he needs it, and Yoongi can give him just that. Attention. Caresses. That's all he has and he will gladly give it to Jimin.
So he keeps stroking his head, Jimin's hair soft between his fingers. So soft. And Yoongi knows that once he'll stop petting his head, his hand will smell of that fruity shampoo that Jimin likes so much, and that Yoongi has learned to appreciate over the years.
Jimin opens his eyes, staring right into Yoongi's, his lips curled up in a relaxed smile, and Yoongi can't help but smile back.
It's fine. Everything is just fine.
-
You know
It's a lazy night at the dorm.
Yoongi's favorite night, to be honest. At first he had every intention of staying at the studio and try to write something, anything really, but then Namjoon arrived, looking like a fucking hurricane and said:
“Jin ordered pizza.”
“Good for him.”
“He ordered pizza for all of us and also declared lazy movie night.”
“... good for all of you?”
“Yoongi, you're coming too because Jin-hyung is in his eomma mode and there is no way that I'm dealing with him by myself.”
And thus, Yoongi and the other members are now all slumped on the couch and on the carpet, bellies full of pizza whilst an old movie that Jin chose is on tv, lighting up the otherwise dark room.
He can feel Jimin's face pressed against his thigh, the boy sitting on the floor and leaning on his legs.
-Why are we watching this? -Taehyung suddenly asks.
Jungkook, who is sprawled on the older boy's body with his eyes closed flinches at the sudden sound.
-Because it's lazy movie night. -Namjoon proclaims, sitting next to Jin with an arm around Seokjin's shoulders.
-It's not the night that is lazy, but the movie. -Taehyung mutters, resting his chin on top of Jungkook's head -It's boring.
-That's the point of the evening. -Jin says -If the movie is slow and a little boring everyone gets lazy and sleepy.
-Yoongi doesn't need a movie to be sleepy or lazy, though. -Hoseok says, earning a death glare from Yoongi and a chuckle from Taehyung.
-Hush now, I'm watching the movie. -Jin fixates his gaze on the tv screen, and Yoongi can hear Namjoon faintly whispering something, but doesn't catch the words, just Jin's soft laughter.
Thing is, the movie is indeed boring, he is definitely lazy and sleepy, so he drifts off with the quiet buzz around him slowly fading away, the only thing reamaining tangible is Jimin's presence and warmth against his leg.
When he opens his eyes again, the movie is over, ending titles on the screen, and everyone is asleep.
Everyone excepts Jimin, who has not moved an inch and is looking at Yoongi through his lashes.
Yoongi reciprocates the look, smiling at the boy.
-What? -he asks.
Jimin's lips are tight in a smile that Yoongi knows too well.
-You know. -he whispers.
And yes, Yoongi knows.
He remembers the first time it happened, and they were so young. Jimin was young, all chubby cheeks and full of potential that the boy didn't even know he possessed.
And Yoongi remembers already taking a liking for that boy, who danced like he didn't have anything else in his life and stared at his reflection way too much, with a blank expression.
Yoongi remembers going to the dance studio in the middle of the night, because Jimin was still there and Jin was getting worried.
He remembers opening the door just to find Jimin sitting in a corner, his head hidden betwen his legs and his body shaking slightly.
“What's wrong?” Yoongi asked, quickly getting to the boy's side “Jimin, what happened?”
Jimin didn't answer right away, he remained silent and didn't look at him, until finally he spoke, and his voice was weak.
“What am I even doing here?” he whispered “I'm not good enough.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I'm not good enough. Hoseok is a better dancer than I am, and Jungkook can sing better than me and he's younger, so what am I doing here? I'm not talented enough, I'm not even good looking and...”
“You're beautiful, shut up.” Yoongi's voice was tight “You're an amazing dancer, and you can hit notes that Jungkook can only dream about, so shut up. You don't have to be enough, you're already past that. You're incredible and I will personally kick your ass if you keep this nonsense going.”
Jimin finally looked at him, his eyes red and puffy.
“You don't mean that.”
“I do.” Yoongi gently gripped the boy's wrist, squeezing it “I mean every word. Of course, you tell someone I said that and I will deny everything.”
The younger boy laughed, and it sounded a little weak and maybe even forced, but at least he wasn't crying.
They started walking back to the dorm and, at some point, Jimin shyly reached for Yoongi's hand, and the older boy simply took it, intertwining their fingers together.
“Yoongi-hyung?”
“What?”
“I love you.” Jimin muttered under his breath “You know that, right?”
Yoongi looked at him and yes. Yes he knew.
“I know.”
And then he remembers his birthday.
“Since it's my birthday, shouldn't you guys say something nice?” he said, his body buzzing from excitement and, he would never admit it, so much fucking happiness because his friends were the best thing that ever happened to him.
And then Jimin looked at him, cheeks rosy with embarassment and the look in his eyes the same at that night.
“You know” he said, looking at him.
And yes, Yoongi knew.
The tv screen lights up the silent room, and Jimin is still looking at him, eyes shining with expectation.
Yoongi sighs, patting lightly Jimin's shoulder.
-I know. -he whispers, and then suddenly Taehyung is awake and whining because Jungkook, babe, I love you but you are heavy as fuck so get the fuck off from me.
-
Touching
Yoongi doesn't exactly pinpoint the moment he starts noticing Jimin's behaviour. It just happens, and Yoongi can't bring himseld to not care.
Jimin touches him. A lot.
And it's always been like that, really, because Jimin is affectionate and shows said affection with hugs, and most of the times with slaps on the member's butts.
And yet, Yoongi can't help noticing those moments when Jimin silently puts his chin on his shoulder, not saying anything, whilst listening to Jin who is reading out loud for the third time the script for that day's radio show.
Or when they are in the middle of dance practice, and Jimin will get to his side and explain him what he did wrong (because Yoongi might be a little more confident with his dance moves now, but he still fucks up immensely during practice)and Jimin's hands will be on his arms, putting them in the correct position, or on his hips so that he can shuffle Yoongi to the right spot. And he really can't help noticing that when he does the same with Namjoon, Jimin doesn't really touch him, just shows him the right moves, and points at him the spot where Namjoon should actually be standing.
But then there's Taehyung. Jimin always touches Teahyung, ignoring Jungkook's deadly glare everytime someone even dares to breath the same air as Tae.
But Jimin is Jimin, and Jimin basically manages to get away with everything.
And Jimin touches Taehyung a lot. Like, maybe even a little too much if he has to be completely honest, and it's not jealousy, it's that Tae and Kook already bring enough rumors as they are, they don't need even more.
So Yoongi just chuckles when, during a signing event, Jimin almost launches himself at Taehyung, the two boys clinging to each other and Tae doing his best to support Jimin's weight on him.
Jimin likes to act like a panda sometimes, it is common knowledge.
-Then they say I'm the maknae. -Jungkook says to the microphone, earning the audience laughter.
-Oh, are you jealous Jungkookie?
Yoongi can basically feel Jin's glare directed towards Taehyung, because we talked about this, tone it the fuck down.
But everything goes fine, the signing ends and everyone is satisfied.
And Yoongi comes to the conclusion that Jimin is just a very affectionate guy who enjoys touching other people.
Except that now that they are in the car, Jimin is touching him again. And this time, Yoongi knows that something's different.
He has his head resting on the car window's glass, and Jimin's hand is on his knee. Yoongi doesn't move, neither looks at Jimin. This is fine, right? It's normal. They do it all the time. Hell, usually it's Hoseok who gets all touchy with them, always slapping their legs. But Hoseok isn't the one gently squeezing his knee, Hoseok is basically falling asleep on the other side of the seats, and Namjoon is humming to a song on the radio.
It's Jimin who's holding his knee, sitting close to Yoongi, so close that their shoulders touch and, really, the younger boy has a lot of space where he could sit, so he doesn't exactly need to be so close to him. Not that Yoongi minds.
But the realization is coming at him like fucking waves and it's almost a little overwhelming. Jimin touches a lot of people and he touches them with fondness and playfullness, because that's just how he is.
But when Jimin touches Yoongi, his hands are always careful, and gentle, and he never really puts strength in it, not even when the young boy hugs him. It's almost as if Jimin touches Yoongi so much, and for so much longer then when he touches the other members, just so that his hyung remembers that he's still there.
At that, Yoongi ignores the way his chest tightens, so he gently grips Jimin's wrist, rubs a soothing circle on the boy's tanned skin, and then crosses his arms and pretends to fall asleep.
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To touch or not to touch
-Okay, I'm fucking done. -Yoongi storms out of the toilet, with an empty bottle of shampoo in his hand and just a towel around his waist -Yah! Namjoon!
After a few moments of silence, Yoongi hears Namjoon's footsteps and then sees him poking his head from behind the wall.
-What's wrong?
-You stealing my fucking shampoo, that's what's wrong!
Namjoon grimaces.
-Oh, sorry.
-Sorry? Really, that's all you have to say?
-Hyung, I wanted to buy you a new bottle but then I forgot. -Namjoon shrugs -So yeah, sorry?
-How about you stop using my shampoo in the first place?!
-But mine ended like two weeks ago.
-Then buy more!
That's when Jimin opens the door of his room and looks at them with sleepy eyes.
-I was taking a nap but you woke me up, is everything okay? -the boy asks, tousling at his blond hair and wow, Yoongi hasn't really noticed before but that color really suits him. Wait, what?
-Your hyung over there is a damn shampoo thief. -Yoongi says, pointing at Namjoon.
-I'll buy you a new one, okay? -Namjoon smiles, dimples showing -I'm sorry, really.
Yoongi sighs, waving a hand at him.
-Yeah, whatever.
Jimin gets closer to him, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweat pants.
-You can use mine, hyung. -he says.
Yoongi rolls his eyes and passes a hand through his wet hair.
-I'll smell like fucking candy if I do, but it's not like I have a choice. -Yoongi then glances at Namjoon and frowns -What are you still doing here?
Namjoon's lips are curled up in a smirk.
-Nothing, I'm gonna leave now. -the man says, disappearing behind the wall.
Yoongi is about to get back in the bathroom, but stops when he sees Jimin's hand hovering near his naked shoulder. When Yoongi looks at him, the younger boy looks like a deer in the headlight.
-Oh, I... -Jimin stutters and quickly retrieves his hand -You have... you have foam on your shoulder.
Yoongi nods, then tries his best to swallow.
-I'll go now. -Jimin says, pointing at his room -You can use my shampoo, anyway, and sorry if you'll smell like candies.
Before Yoongi can say that, really, he doesn't actually care if he smells like Jim... no, like candies, the younger boy is already back in his room and has shut the door close.
Yoongi isn't an idiot, nor is he blind. He's noticing stuff.
He thinks about it when he's back in the shower, scrubbing his hair with Jimin's shampoo that really does smell way too fruity.
If Yoongi has just recently noticed the way Jimin's touch lingers on his skin whenever the boy has a chance to do so, he has also noticed how numerous are the times where Jimin is about to touch him but then stops.
And maybe it's stupid, it probably is, and under other circumstances Yoongi wouldn't have noticed in the first place... but after that goddamn video (Kim Taehyung, this is your fault entirely), Yoongi can't help but think about it.
Because it's true, sometimes Jimin seems uncertain as whether he should touch Yoongi or not.
But it's stupid. So what if a few weeks ago Jimin was about to take his hand and then immediately stopped, stuffing them in his pockets and looking anywhere but at Yoongi? So what if five days ago, during practice, Jimin looked like he wanted to hug him but then took a few step backs, looking at him almost as if Yoongi was burning him?
Those are just impressions, right? Yoongi might very well just be imagining stuff, and it's probably because of that fucking video, that the rapper kinda wants to take down from the internet.
And yeah... maybe there has been that time where he did not imagine anything. That time where they were going back to the dorms after a business dinner, and they were in the car with bellies stuffed of food and sleepiness taking over their minds. Jimin looked at him for a while, then leaned in and said “you got something on your face”, so Yoongi let him take off from his cheek that crumble of bread, expecting Jimin to get back on his seat. Except that Jimin didn't, he just stood there, looking at him with this light in his eyes that Yoongi really couldn't quite place, and he opened his lips a little and fuck, Jimin looked like he was about to kiss him. But he didn't. Of course he didn't, he coughed and sat back next to him and didn't talk to him for the rest of the ride.
That... Yoongi knows that he didn't imagine that particular moment.
Yoongi shuts his eyes close, lets the water stream down his face, whilst the fruity smell of Jimin's shampoo fills the shower.
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Slapping Jimin's butt
Thing is, Jimin has a nice butt. Scratch that, Jimin has a fucking glorious butt.
Everyone knows that. Everyone aknowledges it. So Yoongi has no problem whatsoever in admitting that Jimin has been blessed with an A ass. And, fuck, slapping it feels really good.
Yoongi looks at Taehyung silently standing closer to Jimin, whilst they wait for their moment to start the live performance. Tae looks straight in front of him, then slowly moves his hand to Jimin's butt and gropes it almost brutally.
Jimin just sighs.
-Are you having fun? -he asks.
-Best ass this generation has been blessed with. -Taehyung answers, and Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up.
-Oh, is that so?
-Yours is a different kind of ass, babe.
-Let me guess, a “not as good as Jimin's” ass? -Jungkook shakes his head -Guess you won't be touching this ass for quite a while, then.
-Guys, can you not? -Jin asks, sighing deeply -There's people here, you know?
-Jin-hyung, you have a good butt as well. -Taehyung chirps, and Jin's expression darkens.
-That's not the issue, Tae. Stop groping people and start focusing. -Jin looks down on his phone before he mutters -And my ass is not just good.
So yeah. Great butt. Everyone loves Jimin's great butt. Everyone knows that Jimin has a great butt. Including Jimin himself.
First time it happens is during dance practice.
They are all taking a break, sitting on the floor and drinking water. That's when Jimin, who is sitting in front of Yoongi, gets on his knees and bends over to take his bottle. And Yoongi finds Jimin's butt in full display in front of him, in all it's gloriousness and firmness. The slap is impossible to avoid, his hand is smacking Jimin's butt before Yoongi even realizes he moved his hand.
The younger boy hisses, looking behind him.
-Ouch.
-Next time don't put your butt on my fucking face and it won't get slapped.
-Oh, so now it's my fault?
Yoongi shrugs.
-Jiminie, it was an open invitation, really.
Yoongi expects some sort of answer. Instead, Jimin smirks at him.
The second time it happens, they are once again watching a movie.
Jimin walks from the other side of the room to the couch, stops in front of Yoongi and, once again, bends over to take his phone from the coffee table.
Yoongi doesn't slap him this time. He just enjoys the view. In a completely platonic way, obviously, because that's what they do.
The third time it happens, Yoongi wonders if Jimin is doing it on purpose. Because, really, there was absolutely no reason for Jimin to fix his leather pants so that they fit better on his thigs right in front of Yoongi, who is sitting on a chair.
But no, no there's no way, Jimin is too oblivious to be doing something like that on purpose. It was just a coincidence that Yoongi was right behind him. For sure.
By the seventh time, Yoongi knows that Jimin is being a fucking tease.
There is no one else in the kitchen but them. Yoongi is leaning on the kitchen counter whilst Jimin is fixing them a cup of tea. The younger boy then starts stretching his body, lifting his arms so that his slitghly oversized t-shirt lifts as well, showing a glint of tanned skin and, most importantly, showing the way those damn skinny jeans cling perfectly at his also perfect butt.
Yoongi can feel his throat going dry. He clears his voice.
-Yah, Park Jimin.
-What? -Jimin asks, and his voice is pregnant with amusement.
-You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?
Jimin turns around to face him and oh... oh, what's with that smug smirk on his face, since when does Jimin even know what confidence means?
-What if I am?
Oh.
Shit.
-I'd like to know why you're doing it.
At that, the smirk disappears and Jimin knits his eyebrows.
-What do you mean? -he asks -I'm doing it 'cause you like it.
Yoongi's mouth hangs open for a few seconds.
-What the fuck are you talking about?! -he then snaps -What, you think I like it when you bend over or get on your knees?!
Yoongi can see how much Jimin is trying not to fucking smirk again, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
-Hyung... -he starts, licking his lips -I was talking about my butt. You like my butt. I never talked about me getting on my knees.
And Yoongi knows that, at this point, he must be flushing to it's ears. And it's really, really fucking humiliating.
-Of course, I know that! -Yoongi sputters -Yeah, your... your butt, right, whatever, is the tea ready?
Jimin's smirk doesn't disappear for the rest of the night, and Yoongi kinda wants to punch him in the face.
And Park Jimin is a fucking tease.
Yoongi should not be affected by that. He really shouldn't. But he always had a soft spot for Jimin, right? That's what this is about. Soft spots. Yeah.
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Jin and Rapmon are shippers
Jin and Namjoon are two little shits.
Yoongi comes to this conclusion when he finally realizes what the hell it's going on with his two friends.
Jin might look like a fucking soccer mom most of the times, but he's also sneaky. And Namjoon is just a fucking asshole.
Yoongi remembers, very clearly, what those two did when Taehyung and Jungkook started to look at each other with hearts in their eyes and birds chirping all around them.
He remembers of that time when Taehyung had fallen asleep on the couch and Jungkook had quickly covered him with a warm blanket, slowly caressing the older boy's shoulder. And at the sight, Jin and Namjoon downright squealed like two teenargers at their favorite idol's fansign event.
Yoongi knows the term for that particular behaviour: shipping. Yes, he's not as clueless as he looks, he knows stuff. He even knows about tumblr, but that's a memory he doesn't want to relive.
Namjoon and Seokjin “shipped” Taehyung and Jungkook even before those two boys knew they were in love.
That's why Yoongi notices immediately when the “shipping symptoms” show up again. But this time, the squealing is caused by no others than Jimin and him.
-Hyung, are you allright? -Jimin asks him.
Yoongi has his arms crossed and his nose stuffed inside his scarf, and he's downright freezing his ass, his whole body shaking and he can't really feel the tips of his fingers anymore.
-I'm turning into a fucking popsicle. -Yoongi mutters, his jaw stiff and clenched.
-Are you cold?
-No shit, Jiminie.
Jimin snorts, then he starts taking off his coat.
-What are you doing? -Yoongi asks.
-I'm giving you my coat. -Jimin says, matter of factly.
-You'll freeze to death! -Yoongi protests -Don't be silly, the car will be here soon.
-I'm not cold. -Jimin then places his coat on Yoongi's shoulders, going as far as to secure the first button around his neck.
But Jimin is cold. And yeah, he might be trying his best to not show how cold he is, but that doesn't mean Yoongi doesn't notice the way Jimin's body stiffens and how he keeps rubbing his hands together.
-You're cold, aren't you?
-I'm not.
-Fuck off, you are.
-Are you warm now?
Yoongi grimaces.
-Yeah.
-Then it's fine.
And that's when Yoongi hears it: the squealing.
He turns around so quickly that his neck hurts, and there they are the two fuckers. Namjoon and Seokjin are looking at them, eyes wide with fondness and those stupid smiles plastered on their faces.
Oh, hell no. Yoongi was not going to let that happen, he was not going to become part of their fucking OTP.
-Do not.
Jin looks at him with a frown. They're back home, in their shared bedroom, and Yoongi is going to have the talk.
-What? -Jin asks.
-I know what you and Namjoon are up to, and I'm telling you, hyung, drop it.
-Yoongi, I really don't know what you're talking about.
Yoongi takes a deep breath.
-You will not ship me and Jimin.
At the words, a knowing smile appears on the elder's face and Yoongi wants to make it disappear really badly.
-Oh, is that the problem?
-Yes.
-And why is it a problem?
-Because... -Yoongi stutters -Just because, okay?
Jin nods.
-Maybe because we might have a point when we, as you say, ship you?
Yoongi clicks his tongue.
-Whatever it is you're doing, you need to stop.
Jin's smile only widens.
-Oh, but I don't really know what you're talking about. Namjoon and I are not shipping you, why should we?
-Hyung...
-That actually offends me, Yoongi. -Jin places a hand on his chest -I love all my kids equally.
-You're a sneaky bastard.
-Is that the way to speak to your hyung?
-Yes, if my hyung is acting like a total asshole.
-Min Yoongi, I will put rat's poison in your food if you keep disrespecting me in such way.
Yoongi sighs and gets under the blankets of his bed.
-Just stop, okay? -Yoongi asks -It makes me uncomfortable.
Jin hums.
-I wonder why.
Yoongi doesn't answer. He doesn't want to answer.
-
Happy when they are together
It is no secret that Yoongi enjoys the time he spends with Jimin.
Yoongi is a grumpy human being, who loves sleeping more then he loves breathing oxygen, and he likes quiet and peace.
And when he's alone with Jimin that's exactly what he gets. Jimin is quiet, and his presence is comforting, and warm. So yeah, Yoongi really enjoys his alone moments with Jimin.
Which is why, right now, Yoongi would gladly trade his soul if that meant he could be with Jimin literally anywhere, even in fucking Hell itself. Anywhere but in the studio.
It's late at night, probably 1 a.m., and Yoongi cannot come up with lyrics. It's ridicolous, it's annoying.
“We haven't even started writing the new album!” Namjoon told him the day before “Take some fucking rest, hyung.”
Yoongi couldn't rest. Yoongi had to write that song. And the worst part is, that particular song he's trying so hard to write probably won't even see the light of day. And all because of a stupid thing he said in a radio show.
“I'm thinking about giving a song to Jimin”. Yoongi knew he fucked up the moment he said those words, because Jimin was looking at him as if he was seeing the sun for the first time.
“Were you serious?” Jimin asked him in the car “Are you writing a song for me?”
“I'm thinking about it.”
“Promise me.” Jimin looked at him with expectation in his eyes “Promise me you will actually write it.”
And really, how could Yoongi say no to him?
“I promise, allright?”
So here he is. Really, he's been postponing this song for so long he almost forgot about it. But then he remembered, remembered his promise, and the way Jimin smiled when he said he was going to write it, and he can't help himself.
And this is the best moment to try and actually write it. Yes, they are awfully busy after “Wings”, and there will be a tour at some point, and their schedules are fucking packed, but he has to write it.
If only he could come up with something decent. Yoongi wants to write something good. Hell, he wants to write the best song Jimin will ever sing. He has ideas for the melody, inspiration even, tunes that would fit perfectly with the younger's voice. But the lyrics just won't come. It's late at night, he needs sleep, he drank way too much coffee, and his brain is a mess. But he can't bring himself to stop.
He bites the pencil in his hand, staring at his notebook, the page blank.
This isn't working.
Yoongi hears a soft knocking on the door before it opens, and Jimin's face is like a sight for sore eyes.
-Hey.
-Hi. -Yoongi forces a smile -What are you doing here?
-It's late. -Jimin enters the room and closes the door behind him -You should come back home.
-Nah, I still have stuff to do.
-It's late, hyung.
-I know, I'm not blind, I can still see the clock.
Jimin stays in front of the door for a few moments, eyes locked with Yoongi's, until he sighs and moves towards the couch.
-I'll keep you company. -he says.
-No, you're going back and get some sleep.
Jimin snorts.
-That's funny coming from you.
-Yah.
-You're not my mom, you can't tell me what to do. That's Jin-hyung's job. -Jimin sits comfortably on the couch, and takes his phone out of his jacket's pocket -I'm staying.
Yoongi really wants to punch some sense in that boy, but he doesn't. Yoongi is a selfish human being who craves some company. No, he craves Jimin's company. It's always been like that.
-Whatever. -he grumbles, focusing again on his notebook -But if tomorrow you whine about being tired it's gonna be your fault.
-Yeah, yeah, I know. -Jimin unlocks his phone -I won't disturb you, I'll just stay here. Besides... -the boy's expression turns into one of disgust -I'm pretty sure Tae and Kookie were having some alone time and I don't want to be mentally scarred.
Yoongi quietly chuckles, shaking his head.
-Do you want some coffee? -Jimin asks -I'll go get it for you.
-Thanks.
-What are you writing anyway?
Yoongi pulls up his best poker face.
-Just... stuff.
The coffee that Jimin got from the vending machine tastes of dirty water and corpses, but Yoongi drinks it anyway because he really needs all the caffeine he can find at this point.
There's a moment where he actually thinks he's getting somewhere, he writes down a few lines, something in his mind clicks. He might acutally be able to do this.
Except that he doesn't, his sudden inspiration disappears just as quickly as it arrived. He groans in frustation, chewing his pencil.
Maybe he should really call it a night. He's not getting anywhere, it's useless to keep pushing like that. Also, it's late, and he really doesn't want Jimin to stay up because of him.
He turns around to tell the younger boy that they're going home, but he stays quiet. Jimin is asleep on the couch, curled up on his side, his phone lays next to his head.
-Brat. -Yoongi whispers, standing up and opening the little closet they have in the studio, where they keep the blankets. They might be badass rappers, but in winter that studio becomes the fucking set of “Frozen”, they need the blankets.
He takes one and goes back to the couch, carefully covering Jimin with the thick blanket.
It's sudden. It's so sudden that it almost hurts him.
He looks at Jimin and all he can see is the tanned skin, the way his blond locks fall on his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw and it hurts. Fuck, it hurts.
For a second, Yoongi's legs give up on him, and he falls on his knees. It hurts. Looking at Jimin hurts, but he still wants the boy to be around him. It hurts so fucking much and he loves him. Yoongi loves him so much that his lungs are about to explode, and he just wants to caress the boy's hair again but he can't.
He can't, and it hurts. He's so in love, so desperately in love, and it hurts so fucking much that Yoongi wonders if he's dying.
But now he knows what to write in his song. It's so cliché, really, to find inspiration in the sudden realization of being in love with someone.
It still hurts. But at least this pain is giving birth to something.
-
Sharing clothes
-Those cereals are mine! -Taehyung whines, trying to get a hold of the cereal's box, but Jungkook is faster.
-What is yours is mine, right? -the younger asks, pouring cereals in his bowl -That's what you say everytime you take my clothes.
Taehyung points a finger at him.
-I never take your clothes.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
-You're literally wearing my shirt.
Taehyung looks at the black loose shirt he's wearing.
-Fuck, I'll go change it then.
-It looks good on you, though.
-At this point it's a matter of pride and I know that it looks good, thank you very much.
Yoongi groans.
-It's too early for this bullshit. -he says, taking a sip of his coffee -How do you even have this energy?
-We're young. -Jungkook says, earning a slap on his head from Jin.
-Don't disrespect your grandfather. -the man says, sitting next to Namjoon at the table.
-Since when I'm a fucking grandfather?!
-Since forever, hyung. -Namjoon replies -Can you pass me the sugar?
-No, you take your damn sugar by yourself. -Yoongi shakes his head -Unbelievable, how can a man earn respect in this house?
Hoseok sits in front of him, eyes heavy with sleep and his hair all tousled up.
-I had like the worst nightmare of my life. -he says with a low voice -I was supposed to dance the Boy Meets Evil choreo except that suddenly I was wearing tip tap shoes and everything was ridicolous. I'm pretty sure I was butt naked at some point.
-The fans would love that. Oh, shit... -Taehyung looks at his right sleeve -Kookie, honey, I think I just spilled milk on your shirt.
-You're kidding me, right? -Jungkook looks at the piece of clothing and lets out a whine -Tae, that's expensive.
-Why are you even sharing clothes in the first place? -Yoongi asks -You know that will only attract more rumors, right? What about the whole “tone it down” speech?
Taehyung smiles adoringly at his boyfriend.
-It smells like him.
-Gross. -Jungkook says, but the little shit is smiling as well.
Couples are a pain in the ass.
-I'd hate it if someone were to wear my clothes. -Yoongi mutters, and then almost chokes on his coffee when he sees Jimin entering the room.
-Morning. -he says, sitting next to Yoongi -Jin-hyung, are those my cereals?
-We need to start putting labels on our shit. -Namjoon says, taking the box of cereals and passing it to Jimin.
Meanwhile, Yoongi is trying his best to fucking breath, but it's not really working.
-Is that... -he croaks, looking at Jimin -Is that my sweater?
Silence falls and everyone is looking at them now. Jimin doesn't seem to really notice, he pours himself some cereals and hums.
-I think so. -he answers.
Yoongi looks at the way his oversized black jumper falls on Jimin's shoulder, how it looks way too good on him and suddenly he's thirsty. In all senses of the word.
-Does it bother you? -Jimin asks, looking at him with wide eyes -I'm sorry, it ended in my laundry basket and I didn't even think about it, I just put it on. I can take it off if you want.
-No. -Yoongi asnwers, maybe a little too quickly -No, you... you keep it. It's fine.
Jin squeals, Yoongi sends him a death glare whilst he tries to ignore the way Taehyung and Jungkook are giggling like fucking teenagers.
At some point during the day, Min Yoongi decides that he will fucking fight Jimin.
He has just come to terms with his feelings with the boy, and that was already hard enough, but now the little shit has to walk around wearing his stuff?! That's just unfair, and Yoongi should not be as affected as he is, but really, how can he avoid to be affected when Jimin's collarbones are exposed, and the sweater kinda falls off from one of his shoulders, showing his beautiful skin? He's so fucked. He's whipped.
“I'll give it back to you tonight, I swear.” Jimin told him before and no, you keep it because if you give it back it'll smell like like you and I won't be able to survive. Of course, Yoongi doesn't say that.
It comes to a point where Yoongi thinks that perhaps he can survive the day with Jimin wearing his clothes. It's fine, right? Yoongi is an adult, for God's sake, only kids get so upset over the love of their life wearing their clothes.
Wait, love of his life? Oh God, he's so smitten.
Anyway, he really thinks he can do this. The day will end at some point, he will have his sweater back and everyone will be happy. Except him, because he's in love, but that's another story.
But then, Jimin manages to ruin everything with just a few words.
-Hyung, really, I'm sorry if this is bothering you. -he says during the afternoon.
-It's fine, Jiminie. -Yoongi waves a hand at him dismissevely -At some point or another we all wear each other's clothes. Hell, I wore Jungkook's underwear once.
Jimin laughs, his eyes disappearing into crescents, his beautiful lips curling up and Yoongi swears he just heard his heart going “oh, shit”.
They stay in a comfortable silence for a while, Jimin reading something on his phone, probably a manhua, whilst Yoongi is watching the tv without really paying attention.
-It's just... -Jimin takes a deep breath, he doesn't take his eyes off the phone's screen -I didn't notice it was yours until I put it on and then I recognized your scent so I just kept it.
The remote falls from Yoongi's hand, who slowly turns around to look at Jimin and the boy is downright blushing head to toe.
-My scent? -Yoongi asks, and fuck he sounds out of breath.
Jimin nods, still looking at his damn phone.
-You kept it because it smells like me?
Finally, Jimin dares to throw a look at Yoongi.
-I like your smell. -he whispers, blushing even more (Yoongi didn't think it was possible to look even redder).
The older boy fixes his gaze on the tv again, trying his best to remember how to fucking breath.
He licks his lips and clears his voice.
-Okay. -Yoongi says -You can wear my clothes if you want.
He's not looking at Jimin, his heart couldn't handle it, but Yoongi knows that the blond must be beaming at him.
The next day, Jimin is wearing his hoodie, and no one questions it during breakfast.
Jin and Namjoon squeal, though.
-
Song for Jimin
-He'll hate it.
Namjoon looks up from his phone with a raised eyebrow.
-Who will hate what?
-Jimin will hate it.
Hoseok, who's sitting next to Namjoon on the couch of their studio, knits his eyebrows.
-What is it? -the boy looks at Namjoon -What did I miss?
Namjoon's lips tigthen in a knowing smile.
-Yoongi's afraid his crush will hate the song he wrote for him. -he replies.
-Okay, first of all, Jimin is not my fucking crush, I'm not twelve. -Yoongi sighs -Secondly, yeah, you're right.
-Cute. -Namjoon chuckles.
Hoseok looks at Yoongi, confusion written in his eyes.
-Okay, seriously, I feel like I'm missing something. -the dancer rubs at his neck -Jimin is Yoongi's crush?
-He's not my fucking crush!
-That's right. -Namjoon nods -He's Yoongi's cutie pie.
-Namjoon, I swear to God...
-I'm still missing something.
-Hoseok. -Namjoon looks at him in the eyes -Yoongi is in love.
Yoongi kind of wants to kill Namjoon, kind of wants to disappear in a black deep hole. And right now, he's deeply regretting telling Namjoon about his feelings for Jimin. Actually, he regretted admitting to said feelings the moment he opened his mouth, because Namjoon screamed and then proceeded to call Jin, told him the news and Jin squealed for about an hour.
Meanwhile, Hoseok is staring with his mouth open at Yoongi.
-You're in love... with Jimin?
Yoongi manages to make an incoherent sound and Hoseok's eyes widen comically.
-How the hell did I miss that? -he asks -How?! Am I that blind?!
-Hoseok, not for nothing, but you didn't notice when Tae and Jungkook got together either. -Namjoon shakes his head -You didn't notice for two months.
-I really am blind.
-I hate you both. -Yoongi mutters under his breath.
-When are you showing him the song? -Namjoon asks.
Before Yoongi can answer, there's a knock on the door and Jimin makes his way in the studio.
-Hey, you called me saying you needed to show me something. What's up? -the boy asks, sitting on the chair next to Yoongi's.
-Oh my God, would you look at the time? -Namjoon looks at his wrist, a wrist that does not have a watch on -Jin needs our help with... cooking.
Jimin frowns.
-Cooking?
-Yep! -Hoseok stands up -Cooking!
-We just had lunch. -Jimin says.
-For dinner. -Namjoon clarifies, pushing Hoseok out of the studio -Dinner is important.
Jimin looks like he wants to say something, but the two rappers have already closed the doors behing them and now they're alone.
-Did I miss something? -Jimin asks, fixing his beanie.
“Only my undying love for you, so not much”.
-Nah, ignore them.
-So, why did you call me?
Yoongi tries his best to ignore the knot in his stomach.
-Jiminie. -he starts -Do you remember what you asked me last year?
Jimin seems to think about it for a few seconds.
-To lend me money?
-What? No. I mean, probably, but no. -the older boy sighs -No, you asked me to write you a song.
Jimin's expression doesn't falter, but Yoongi can see the way his eyes light up with expectation.
-I did. -Jimin nods.
-So...
-So?
-Don't rush me.
-Sorry.
-So I might have wrote you one. Before you say anything...
Yoongi's words die in his throat the moment he feels Jimin's arms around him. The boy squeezes him in a bone crushing hug, his hands gripping at Yoongi's jacket and his face hidden in the crook of the older boy's neck.
-Thank you. -it's barely a whisper, Yoongi can feel Jimin's lips brush against his skin -Thank you so much.
Yoongi holds Jimin back, and he needs to phisically restrain the urge of shouting his feelings at the boy immediately. Jimin doesn't need them.
-You don't even know if it's good.
-It's good, I'm sure of it.
-It might be shit.
-You're not able of writing shit.
-Right. -Yoongi chuckles -You wanna hear it or do you want to keep suffocating me?
-Oh, sorry. -Jimin breaks the hug, Yoongi craves for more but he knows he can't have it.
The rapper takes a piece of paper and hands Jimin a pair of headphones.
-Lyrics and melody, I preferred to not sing since I don't want to ruin it.
-That is a fair argument you're making. -Jimin takes the headphones and puts them on his head, then takes the paper with the lyrics -I'm ready when you are.
-Right. -Yoongi takes a deep breath, and a light giggle escapes his mouth -Why am I so nervous?
-You are nervous?! You should hear my heartbeat, I think I'm having seven heart attacks.
-Nice. -Yoongi then gathers his courage, which is not much, and finally presses play on the track.
In the room there's silence, Jimin is focused on the melody and on the lyrics he's reading.
It's a good song. Yoongi knows that. But God, is he terrified. He looks carefully at Jimin, making sure to notice every single reaction.
Firstly, Jimin is smiling. It's one of those small smiles he has sometimes, when he's either nervous or moved. Yoongi doesn't know which one is which at the moment. He's also tapping his fingers on his knee in time with the melody, so maybe he doesn't actually hate it.
At some point he starts humming, Yoongi can recognize the tune in Jimin's voice. So maybe he even likes it?
The minutes pass silently and the song must be almost over. That's when Jimin's smile disappears. His eyes are fixed on the sheet of paper in his hand, his finger stops tapping on his knee.
The song ends, Jimin doesn't take off his headphones, he doesn't say anything, and Yoongi isn't even sure if the boy's breathing.
Finally, Jimin looks at him. And there is something. Yoongi can feel it, tries to ignore it, but fails. There's something between them, something that pulls, he can see it in Jimin's eyes.
-Do you like it? -Yoongi asks, breaking the silence.
Jimin nods.
-Oh, okay, good.
-I love it. -the boy takes the headphones off, tousling his hair -I truly love it, hyung.
-That's good. -Yoongi sighs -Fuck, I was really nervous.
-It's beautiful.
Yoongi snorts.
-I'm not so sure about that, I want to change some things.
-Please, don't. -Jimin looks at the lyrics once more -Don't change anything, it's perfect.
-Well, it's your song. -Yoongi shrugs -If you don't want to change it then we won't.
Jimin smiles.
-Thank you for writing it.
-Well, I promised and I'm a man of my word. -Yoongi looks at the clock on the wall -Don't you have dance practice with Hoseok?
-You're right. -Jimin stands up, putting the paper back on the desk -Hyung?
-What?
-I really love the last verse. -he says, throwing him a knowing look -I truly do.
Yoongi is pretty sure he's really close to blush, but he's Min Yoongi and Min Yoongi doesn't blush, because fun and feelings are for losers. Jimin thanks him once again, then leaves the studio.
Yoongi takes the piece of paper where he wrote down the lyrics, tempo, some notes. He looks at the last verse.
You ask me if I know
And God, I do.
-
Tweets
Yoongi is taking a nap. No, he's taking a damn well deserved power nap. And he knows that power naps are supposed to last twenty minutes and he's been in bed for the last two hours, but it's just because he needs more time to gather his energies back. Not because he is a grandpa, as Taehyung gently said.
And, truly, he's enjoying his nap. Hell, he's on freaking cloud nine right now. But his phone has been buzzing for quite a while now, and that is really distracting and just plain rude if you ask him. He groans and takes his phone, seven twitter notifications. Someone has been posting stuff, apparently, and that someone is Jimin.
Yoongi unlocks his phone and almost chokes on his own spit, because the first photo Jimin tweeted is a photo of him. And damn if it's a derpy one.
-Fucking brat. -Yoongi whispers, staring at the picture of him trying to fit a whole sushi roll in his mouth, and sadly failing miserably. He remembers when this happened, it was about five months back when they were in Tokio.
He reads the caption.
“aaaah, Oppa is so charming _ Jimin”
-I'm going to kill you.
The other six photos aren't better. Maybe they're actually worst. There's him after dance practice, laying on the floor exausted, looking like a damn pinata after the kids beat it with a baseball bat. There's him... sleeping?! When did Jimin even take that really unflattering picture of him?!
-Oh, two can play at this game. -Yoongi whispers, going through his gallery and choosing just the right picture. He finds it. He posts it.
“Waaah, Jimin-ah, so cute _ Suga” says the caption, that accompains a photo of Jimin with a mouthful of gummy bears and a pained expression on his face.
More buzzing.
More pictures of Yoongi.
This is a tweet-war. He knows it, Jimin knows it, and there is going to be no mercy. This is a matter of life and death.
And really, Yoongi might not be surprised by the amount of derpy pictures he has of Jimin (he's in love, for God's sake, taking candid pictures of the guy he loves is absolutely normal). He is, on the other hand, surprised at the amount that Jimin has. Yoongi never noticed Jimin taking so many pictures of him, and he doesn't know whether to be fluttered or concerned. Or just offended, really, because those photos are terrible.
It goes on for about twenty minutes, and Yoongi thinks he won when he managed to find this awful photo of Jimin in the middle of what looks like a really powerful sneeze.
But then another notification pops up, Yoongi is ready to counter attack, but he freezes.
That is not a bad photo of Yoongi. That's an amazing photo. And a candid one, might he add. He looks at his phone screen, tries to remember the moment Jimin might have took such a good photo of him, but nothing comes to mind. It's nothing crazy, just Yoongi with his headphones on and a relaxed smile on his face, but it's just... nice.
He reads the caption.
“Really though, isn't he handsome? Love you, hyung _ Jimin”
Yoongi gets out of his bed, slams the door open and screams:
-You might have won the battle, but I'll win the war!
There's silence for a few seconds, then suddenly Jimin's laughter fills the dorm, the sound muffled from his room.
-Fuck! -Hoseok shouts, from his bedroom -What did I miss now?!
-
Jealous Yoongi
Yoongi has never been a jealous person. He's all about helthy relationships where the freedom of the person you love should never be threatened.
But right now, in the very moment he's living, Yoongi wants freedom to fuck itself.
Oh, he's jealous. So fucking jealous. And the worst thing is: he's jealous over the most stupid things.
Jungkook and Jimin are friends. Good friends, hell, they're basically brothers. So Yoongi really shouldn't get upset when Jungkook gives Jimin a back hug, or when Jimin titls his head back, resting his neck on Jungkook's head. He shouldn't. Taehyung isn't jealous, for fuck's sake, and he's the only one who actually has a right to be so.
The worst part, though, is when Jungkook looks at him and smirks. He smirks at him and has the nerve, the audacity, to hold Jimin a little closer, lolling his body and resting his chin on the boy's shoulder.
Kook, I love you, but I will deck you.
-What's up with all this affection? -Jimin asks.
-I thought you liked it. -the younger boy replies, voice low and the words barely whispered.
Yoongi will murder him in his sleep.
-I'm not saying I hate it. -Jimin chuckles.
As if Jungkook wasn't enough to upset Yoongi, Taehyung steps in.
Although Tae's approach is completely different, it doesn't mean that it's less annoying.
Taehyung and Jimin are best friends. And Yoongi knows he shouldn't be jealous, he's seen that sort of behaviour and those exchangements countless times before and they never bothered him. What bothers him and pisses his off is how obvious it is that Taehyung is doing what he's doing on fucking purpose.
The purpose is: make Min Yoongi lose his fucking mind.
Yoongi is making himself a cup of coffee, Jimin lazily sprawled on his bed waiting for dance practice to begin, when Taehyung merrily makes his way to the sofa and sits on Jimin's lap.
-Hyung, can you fix me some coffe as well? -Tae asks, eyes glistening with viciousness.
I'll fix you a kick in the sheen, you obnoxious...
-Yeah, sure. -Yoongi replies, trying to keep his voice steady and light.
He gets back to the coffee machine, ignoring Taehyung and making more coffee.
-Jimin, have I told you how much I like your blond hair?
Yoongi's eye twitch.
-No, you haven't. -Jimin replies, scrolling through his phone.
-Well, you look really good. It suits you immensely. -Taehyung took between his fingers a lock of blond hair -I think you're the one who suits this concept better.
Yoongi kept himself from snorting. Oh, Taehyung was going to get payback for this, that was sure.
-Why? -Jimin asks, still looking at his phone.
Taehyung then looks right at Yoongi, his lips curling up in a smirk.
-Because it's a sexy concept.
Yoongi loses his grip on the empty mug in his hands, but somehow manages to catch it back before it falls on the ground.
-You allright over there, hyung? -Taehyung asks, voice filled with amusement.
-Peachy. -Yoongi grits between his teeth.
Taehyung grin only widens.
He keeps stroking between his fingers Jimin's hair, and Yoongi should not let this get to him, because it's obvious that everything Tae is doing is on purpose... but damn, he's a jealous asshole and he can't help it.
He finally manages to fill Taehyung's mug with coffee, and quickly starts walking to the couch.
-Ah, Park Jimin... -Tae coos -You thirst trap.
-And here's your coffee. -Yoongi shoves the mug on Taehyung's chest -Isn't Jungkook looking for you? I think I heard him calling you.
-Oh, but I didn't hear anything.
-Thirst trap? -Jimin is looking at Taehyung with a frown -What the fuck, Tae?
Taehyung takes a sip, an agonizingly long and slow sip, of his coffee, then stands up on his feet.
-My dear, would you look at the time. -he shoots one last grin at Yoongi -Time surely flies when you have fun.
Taehyung leaves the room, getting back to his bedroom, leaving the two boys alone.
-What's up with him? -Jimin asks, then takes a look at Yoongi -And what's up with you, hyung?
-What are you talking about? -Yoongi asks.
-Well, you look really red. Like, paprika red.
-It's an impression.
-But...
-It's an impression, Jiminie. -Yoongi quickly turns around, giving his back to the younger man.
One thing is sure: Taehyung and Jungkook were up to something. Yoongi is going to kill them before they can actually succeed in whatever the hell they're tying to do.
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Jealous Jimin
The moment Yoongi gets back from the shooting, there is only one thing on his mind: couch.
As soon as he sets his eyes on that wonderful sofa, Yoongi knows that the rest of his day is going to be absolutely amazing.
He jumps on the fluffy couch, takes a deep breath, sighing happily. The shooting has been fucking devastating, there have been about seven costume changes, make up included, and his face phisically hurts from all the expressions he had to put up for the camera.
Hoseok is the second one who enters, yawning loudly.
-You know, I'd rather dance for six hours straight than have another shooting like that. -he says, heading for his room -I think Namjoon's car got stuck in the traffic, though.
-Yeah, Tae just texted me. -Jungkook says, entering the dorm -They're coming, it's just gonna take a few minutes.
Hoseok's bedroom door closes, and Yoongi lazily opens an eye.
-Why weren't you in the car with Taehyung? -he asks.
Jungkook shrugs.
-No reason.
-Mmmmh. -Yoongi makes himself more comfortable, putting a pillow behind his head -I totally don't believe you, but I'm too tired to investigate.
Jungkook chuckles and then decides to get on the couch as well, laying his head on Yoongi's stomach.
-Yah, brat. What do you thin you're doing?
-I'm beat, hyung, let me have this. -the boy whispers, closing his eyes.
-You should be glad I'm so sleepy, otherwise I would've already pushed you off the couch.
-You actually love me.
-Right.
Yoongi doesn't know how much time passes, he might have dozed off at some point. He's vaguely aware that at some point the door opens again and the other guys are coming him, Namjoon heavily dragging himself to his bedroom, Jin by his side.
Taehyung stops only to plant a kiss on Jungkook's forehead, then heads to the toilet.
Yoongi is quite comfortable, Jungkook's head on his stomach is actually a wonderful heater.
-Did I miss something?
Yoongi's eyes snap open when he hears Jimin's voice. The boy is staring at them, face tight and eyes narrowed.
-I was tired, hyung gently offered me his lap. -Jungkook replies, and by the tone of his voice Yoongi knows the boy is grinning.
-No, kid, you just put your heavy ass head on me. -the older boy says.
-True. But then again... -Jungkook licks his lips -It's just a tiny percentage of your body, right?
Yoongi frowns. What the hell was he trying to get to? He turns to Jimin and his blood freezes in his veins.
Jimin is a kind human. Like, the kindest person on earth. Jimin doesn't get angry, he doesn't get worked up. But in that moment, Jimin is downright pissed. Yoongi can see it in the way is lips are curled down, his whole body tense and stiff, and his eyes sending death threats at Jungkook.
-Is that so? -Jimin asks, voice worringly emotionless -That's still your elder, you forgot that?
Jungkook tilts his head.
-Are you jealous?
-Hey! -Yoongi lightly slaps the boy on the forehead -Stop saying stuff like that.
-You know what, Jungkook, fuck you. -Jimin shakes his head, taking off his jacket and stomping out of the living room and to his bedroom.
Jungkook sighs and then proceeds to get up from the couch. Yoongi looks at him for a few seconds.
-What the hell was that?
-Don't worry, he's gonna be angry for a while, but he'll forgive me. -Jungkook says.
-I don't care about that. Did you get close to me on purpose?
-Yes.
-Right, you and Taehyung need to stop doing whatever it is you're doing. And I mean it.
Jungkook smiles, one of his bunny smiles, those that make him look even younger.
-You two need a little push. -the boy shrugs -If you only knew what he says about you, you wouldn't be here napping.
Yoongi sits up, crossing his arms.
-What the hell are you talking about?
Jungkook sighs.
-”Oh, Yoongi-hyung is so smart!” -the boy chirps, imitating Jimin's voice -”Yoongi is such an amazing person”, “Yoongi has gotten a lot better at dancing, don't you think?”, “He looks so good today, doesn't he?”.
Yoongi feels his jaw clenching.
-”I really love his thigh gap”.
-Wait, what?
-He was drunk that night, he said a lot of things. Like, a lot. And then there's my favorite. -Jungkook turns serious -”He wrote me a song. It broke my heart, and the worst part is that I thanked him”.
Yoongi doesn't speak, he doesn't think he can.
-So, yeah. Just... -Jungkook sighs -Just do something about it.
-
Looking at each other
Yoongi is acutely aware on Jimin's gaze grazing him. He drowns in the feeling.
They haven't spoken much lately, it's like something snapped between them. It hurts even more than before.
He's also aware of the way he stares at Jimin, gaping at him, bathing in his light almost as if he's the sun.
It hurts.
He just wants this to end. He knows he should talk to Jimin, hell, he should just tell him how fucking in love he is, how he's always been so fucking in love but just couldn't realize it, or maybe accept it. But that's the thing: if he tells him there are two outcomes. There's the one that almost feels like a miracle, and he doesn't even dare to think about it, because it's such a beautiful illusion that he doesn't want to break it. Then there's the other one.
The other one would downright break his heart. He already had his heart broken. It had been broken for way too many years. He wouldn't survive pain like that another time.
So he stays quiet, silently watches Jimin laughing at something Taehyung said, loving the way his eyes disappear in the smile. He stays quiet, hurting.
-You need to get a fucking grip.
Yoongi looks up at Jin.
-Swearing doesn't suit you. -he mutters.
-Do something. This situation is absolutely pathetic, you are both in love, so...
-You don't know that.
-Yes, I do! -Jin snaps -Everyone knows! It's only the two of you who seem to be fucking oblivious! How can you be so blind?
Yoongi doesn't answer. He's hurting too much, the words just won't come out, which is ironic considering that words are all he owns.
-Yoongi. -Jin's voice is soft -I just want you to be happy. Both of you. You deserve it.
Yoongi bites his bottom lip.
-I might deserve happiness, but I'm not sure I deserve him.
Jin shakes his head.
-You do. -he says, voice firm -And he deserves you.
It takes a whole month for them to be alone.
These last few days have been hectic, promotion after promotion, shootings, interviews, winning prizes that they never thought they could achieve.
It's late at night, Jimin isn't in the dorm and Yoongi knows exactly where to find him.
When he opens the door to the dance practice room, music is blasting loud from the speakers.
Jimin is not dancing though: he's sitting on the floor in a corner, his eyes immediately dart up to him. He doesn't say anything.
Yoongi goes to the stereo and turns it off, the silence is almost deafening. He walks to Jimin and sits on the floor next to him.
He knows Jimin is looking at him, he doesn't have the courage to look back though.
-You need to stop coming down here till dawn everytime something bothers you. -Yoongi says -If you pass out from exhaustion I'll have to be the one who drags you back to the dorms.
Silence.
-Shit, I didn't mean to say it like that. You're not, like, a task or something. Or a burden. You know what, I'll just stop talking.
Silence again, Jimin's eyes are still on him. Yoongi takes a deep breath.
-What? -he asks, and he already knows what Jimin will say.
-You know. -the boy says, his voice sounds so small -You must know.
Yoongi finally has the courage to look at Jimin, it takes his breath away. It doesn't matter how much time he spends with him, Jimin is so gorgeus that is painful.
-I know. -Yoongi whispers, before he somehow finds the courage to lean in.
Jimin's lips are soft, and warm, and it's like kissing a ray of sunshine, it hurts in the best way possible.
Yoongi feels Jimin's hands on his neck, barely touching him, it's enought to send sparks down his body. God, he's been missing on this for all this time? How did he even manage to get by without this? Without Jimin's lips on his, without feeling the way Jimin is holding his breath?
It almost feels as if he hasn't been living at all until now.
When they break the kiss, Yoongi puts his foreahed on Jimin's.
-I know. -he says -And you must know too.
Jimin closes his eyes, his fingers barely caressing his neck.
-I know. -he says, and that's all Yoongi needs.