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The next morning at breakfast, Yoongi played their song to the group and waited patiently for their reactions; a questioning look from Seokjin, solid head nods from Namjoon and Taehyung, and squeals from Hoseok, “It’s so good , Yoongi-hyung! It’ll be a hit for sure!”
Jungkook, quietly listening across the breakfast table, tilted his head a little. “Did you write this about…?”
Yoongi nodded once and pulled Jimin toward him by the waist.
“It’s…very romantic,” Namjoon stated the obvious, looking between them expectantly.
“That’s what I was aiming for,” Yoongi nodded. “I did write it as my confession.”
“Wait-?” Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “Are you two-?”
“Oh my god, is it official?” Hoseok asked gleefully.
Yoongi let out a long-suffering sigh and, unable to stop a grin from spreading across his face, brought Jimin in for a peck on the lips.
“Holy shit!”
“Fucking finally!”
“I’m glad you got your shit together without me needing to interfere,” Seokjin smiled smugly.
“I’m still upset with you for stressing me out so bad!” Jimin told Seokjin. “But…it worked out okay, I guess.”
“Does this mean you’re going to officially move into hyung’s room?” Hoseok asked.
“Will you tell management?” Jungkook added.
“I-uh-dunno?” Jimin faltered.
“Not right now. We’ll figure all that out later,” Yoongi shrugged, taking Jimin’s hand and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “We just wanted to give you a heads up, is all.”
“Knock before going into hyung’s room, got it,” Hoseok joked.
When it came down to it, not much did change. They had been practically dating already, after all. They sometimes cuddled on the couch instead of exclusively in Yoongi’s room, and of course they kissed now, but overall it didn’t feel like some huge leap. And then, there was the fact that they hadn’t gone further than sleepy make-out sessions in bed and one monumentally hot hand job in the shower.
Jimin had a plan to change that. They had a free day coming up-or almost free, as they were still obligated to a morning meeting, but the rest of their day was completely free and the next morning’s schedule didn’t start until noon.
Jimin didn’t ask, so much as inform Yoongi that they would be going on a date, but judging by Yoongi’s smile, he didn’t mind.
They spent the afternoon at a fancy restaurant. They snagged a table hidden away in a corner and joked around as they sampled the lunch menu and sipped a pitcher of margaritas. They didn’t dare hold hands or kiss in public, of course, but they flirted less subtly than they did before, with Jimin winking his perfectly made-up eyes and and Yoongi smiling shyly in response before he reversed it and leaned across the table to wipe some inexplicably hard-to-get something from Jimin’s lip, running his thumb across it until Jimin made a noise that Yoongi definitely wanted to hear again when they were alone, and which made Jimin pull away, blushing profusely.
“You’re a goddamned tease,” Jimin hissed at him as they stood up to leave.
“Jimin-ah, let’s go shopping,” Yoongi suggested, ignoring the comment. Then, quieter, he added, “Let hyung buy you something nice, hm?”
That something nice ended up being a sparkling diamond bracelet-one that may have cost more than he once made in a year but was well worth it to see it rest perfectly on Jimin’s wrist and to see Jimin’s eyes shine in the bright lights of the jewelry display. The bracelet itself was a thin strand of jewels with just enough of a boxy set to feel less delicate. Beautiful, just like Jimin himself. Yoongi played with the strand on Jimin’s left wrist throughout the rest of their shopping trip, during which he happily gave his opinions on everything from bags to coats to a pair of new socks. For the most part, that opinion was simply that it would all look fantastic on Jimin, because Yoongi honestly believed he could pull off any look.
“What about this, hyung?” Jimin blinked at him innocently, resting a hand-the left , diamond-adorned hand-on a display of men’s thongs.
“You’re a menace,” Yoongi narrowed his eyes.
Jimin grinned and called a clerk over to bag up one of each style in his size.
Yoongi flushed, but handed his card over and pretended to look through a nearby rack of bags while they waited for a receipt.
“All set, hyung?”
“Sure. Where next?”
“Want to head home?” Jimin suggested. “I think it’s time to try on everything we got today.”
Yoongi hummed in agreement. “Everything?” He glanced toward the most recent bag.
Jimin just smirked and led them out to their waiting car.
Yoongi did, indeed, get a fashion show, which wasn’t usually his favorite thing but with Jimin as the model, he could see the appeal of them. Every time Jimin came out of his ensuite with a different piece on, he did a small twirl and giggled and rana hand through his hair flirtily before he sauntered right on back to the bathroom to change again. Yoongi particularly liked a new pair of heathered gray joggers they had picked up, but vowed to himself to never let Jimin leave the house wearing them. Yoongi started to wonder how many more clothing combinations Jimin could make a few outfits ago, and each time he reemerged, Yoongi wondered how he had already forgotten so many items he had purchased only hours ago.
Finally, the door opened and Jimin came out again, just as confident as he had been all the times before, in nothing but a black Givenchy thong and his diamond bracelet. Jimin strutted out to the foot of the bed, rested one hand on his hip and ran the other through his hair as he shifted his weight from one side to the other, then winked and turned to stride back to the bathroom as if he hadn’t just broken Yoongi’s brain.
“Heyhey hey ,” Yoongi leapt up from the bed, laughing as he caught Jimin around the waist from behind, stopping him from leaving. “Where you goin’ so fast, baby?” he murmured in Jimin’s ear, exaggerating his voice low like a star in some cringey porno.
Jimin allowed himself to be maneuvered back to the bed, giggling the whole way. Yoongi set him down at the foot and kissed him. “I need some more time to look at this outfit,” Yoongi told him, losing the sleazy acting. “I think I had the dress code wrong. You know, I never know what to wear to things like fashion shows. I never know what to wear at all.”
“Well, maybe you should just wear nothing, then,” Jimin hummed, looking serious for a moment before he cracked a smile. “It’s better than being dressed all wrong.”
“Am I dressed all wrong?”
“Yeah, you better take everything off, hyung,” Jimin giggled, stealing another, longer kiss. “Do you need some help?”
“I might.”
Jimin started undressing Yoongi slowly, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt until he was nearly straddling Jimin while Jimin undid the buttons and kissed the skin he uncovered.
“Mmmm,” Yoongi groaned. “Jimin-ah,” he breathed in, then exhaled slowly, lost to the sensation of Jimin's lips on his skin. He let Jimin tug his shirt off of him and leaned back as Jimin started to unbutton his pants.
“You look so good, hyung,” Jimin told him, from near his navel. “Been getting so big,” he squeezed Yoongi’s bicep with a satisfied smirk. “Is something else getting big?”
“You’re a goddamn tease,” Yoongi echoed Jimin’s earlier words.
Jimin just laughed and tapped Yoongi’s hips for him to lift them while he yanked Yoongi’s pants down, and as Yoongi propped up on his elbows to watch Jimin toss the clothes to the floor. “If I mean to make good on my promises, am I still a tease?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Oh, well maybe I won’t suck your dick, then,” Jimin shrugged.
“And that’s why you’re a tease,” Yoongi groaned, and tried to pull Jimin back up onto the bed with him. “C’mere.”
Jimin went willingly, but when he tried to settle back atop Yoongi, Yoongi slid out from beneath him and held him face-down with a hand on his shoulder. He was gentle, and Jimin could definitely move if he wanted to, but instead he let it happen and asked, “Hyung, what’re you doing?”
“I wanted to enjoy this view a little more, too,” Yoongi told him, kneeling above him, and suddenly the hand on his shoulder slid down to cup his ass.
“You’re so embarrassing.”
“I don’t see anything to be embarrassed about,” Yoongi hummed, and gave his left cheek a light slap.
“ Hyung ,” Jimin warned.
“Hm?” Yoongi smirked, smacking the right cheek a little harder.
Jimin groaned.
“Is that…a good sound?” Yoongi asked, moving one hand up to card through Jimin’s hair, encouraging him to look to the side so that Yoongi could see his face. Jimin’s cheeks were red, eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth. Wordlessly, he nodded. “Okay, good,” Yoongi hummed, and leaned up to kiss his neck and tell him, “If it’s too much, you know how to tap out.”
Jimin’s eyes opened in surprise just before Yoongi slapped his ass again. “ Oh ,” Jimin turned back to the mattress and muffled himself in the crook of his arm. Yoongi hit again, hard enough to leave a sting this time, and immediately rubbed the pain away with a gentle massage. Then, just as Jimin was about to turn around again he was hit with an even harder smack, quickly followed, again, by a light touch. He repeated it over and over, taking his time to admire the red of Jimin’s skin and soothing it over until Jimin was visibly impatient.
“Good, Jimin-ah?”
Jimin hid his blushing face and nodded, squirming his hips a little to adjust himself as the thong was becoming uncomfortable.
“Good. Do you need this off?” Yoongi tugged at the waistband, moving behind Jimin.
“Please.”
Yoongi let the band snap against Jimin’s hip, then moved aside to let Jimin turn over, shimmying the tiny scrap of fabric off. Jimin was fully hard now, his cock dark red against the pale skin of his stomach.
“You look so fucking good,” Yoongi told him lowly, running a hand down Jimin’s chest, past his abdomen to wrap around his dick.
“Feel good too,” Jimin whined as Yoongi started to pump him, firm but slow. “You feel so fucking good.”
“ God , I don’t even know where to start. I want to do so much.”
“Anything you want, Yoongi. We don’t have to do everything today. We don’t have to do anything today, but I’d prefer it if we did,” Jimin told him sincerely, laughing a little.
Yoongi slowed his strokes to a stop and thumbed the sensitive spot just below the head of Jimin’s cock. “Can I ride you?”
Jimin’s head fell back. “Ah-what the fuck kind of question is that? Do you really have to ask?”
Yoongi bit his bottom lip. “Is that a yes, then?” He teased.
“Fuck, yes,” Jimin almost yelled. “Jesus, Yoongi.”
Yoongi laughed and sat up, kicking his briefs off the side of the bed. Jimin reached up to pull him back down for a kiss, and Yoongi went easily. “Lube?” Yoongi asked, as they broke away.
Jimin motioned in the direction of the bedside table where Yoongi quickly found a bottle of lube and condoms, which he hesitated on.
“I’ve had my physical recently,” Yoongi started uncertainly, holding a condom between them, “If you want to go without?”
“Fuuuuck,” Jimin grabbed the packet out of Yoongi’s hand and tossed it back toward the drawer, landing somewhere on the ground instead.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Yoongi snorted in amusement.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” Jimin told him, in lieu of an answer.
Yoongi cocked one eyebrow. “Yes, sir,” he laughed, and swung his legs over the edge. Jimin fell to his knees on the floor between Yoongi’s spread knees and licked his lips, not taking his eyes off Yoongi’s dick as he reached blindly for the bottle of lube.
“God, you look delicious,” Jimin breathed, and finally met Yoongi’s eyes as he licked a bead of precome from his slit. He flicked his tongue against the underside of the head and reached around to tug Yoongi forward, farther into Jimin’s mouth and closer to the side of the bed.
“Oh- fuck ,” Yoongi groaned, as Jimin swallowed him down and finally wrapped a hand around the base of his dick while the other slid underneath of him.
“Mm,” Jimin moaned around Yoongi’s cock, starting a slow pace with his mouth while his fingers massaged Yoongi’s ass, spreading him open and rubbing around his rim. Jimin gave him pressure at the opening but didn’t let his fingers slip inside yet, alternating instead between teasing his rim and palming the meat of his cheeks, all while sucking him off with just the right amount of pressure and a wicked flick of the tongue where Yoongi wanted it most.
“Jimin,” Yoongi whined, his voice sounding ragged. “Jimin, please .”
He pulled his mouth up with a pop . “Please what, hyung? Please…do…this?” Jimin found Yoongi’s eyes and traveled farther down his body, kissing and licking past Yoongi’s balls until he was breathing on Yoongi’s rim, still rubbing circles around it with his lubed fingers.
“Ah-anything,” Yoongi told him, sounding delirious. “Anything you want, just… more .”
Jimin kept pumping Yoongi’s dick at a steady pace as he darted a tongue out, licking Yoongi’s rim and letting himself feel a little smug at the groan Yoongi let out.
“Jimin-“ he breathed.
Jimin licked again, harder this time and keeping the flat of his tongue rigid to grind against his pucker.
“Ah-mfffh-“ Yoongi’s hands suddenly tangled in Jimin’s hair, not quite pulling, but tight enough to make Jimin groan, muffled against Yoongi’s skin.
“C‘mon,” Yoongi panted. “Please? Jimin, please , I want you inside,” he whined, and Jimin responded by finally dipping his tongue inside. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant, but fuck- “ Yoongi pulled a little tighter on Jimin’s hair, elicting a delightful noise and successfully pulling Jimin’s face away from his ass. “Get up here and get your dick inside of me,” Yoongi growled.
Jimin stared at him in an open-mouthed daze, eyes heavy with lust. “ Jesus , Yoongi,” he scrambled up off the floor, grabbing the bottle of lube as he came back onto the mattress. “On your back, I wanna see your face when you come.”
Yoongi let out an unintelligible noise as he shifted to the middle of the bed and Jimin crawled between his legs, pushing one knee up to Yoongi’s chest. Jimin took a moment to lube himself up, then pushed up against Yoongi’s hole. “Relax, Yoongi,” he murmured, kissing up Yoongi’s neck, sucking a place just below his ear and finally, finally pushing inside of Yoongi just as he brought their lips back together. Jimin paused, barely inside, and pulled back out gently, setting an achingly slow pace as he worked himself deeper, careful to go only a little further with every thrust. Yoongi had stopped kissing back, just letting Jimin play with his tongue as he moaned, muffled around it.
When Jimin stopped kissing him and paused his hips, Yoongi’s eyes opened and he whined. “Jimin, fuck me, please .”
“Relax, hyung,” Jimin told him lowly.
“I don’t think I could possibly be more relaxed unless you make me fucking come already,” Yoongi huffed in frustration, and planted his feet flat on the mattress to give himself leverage to buck his hips up, bringing Jimin’s balls flush against his ass and the tip of his cock oh-so-close to the place he really needs it.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come so fast,” Jimin admitted, breathing heavily.
“Good, come inside me,” Yoongi told him, and he sounded so desperate that Jimin couldn’t find it in himself to tease him any longer.
“ God ,” Jimin puffed out a long exhale and started to fuck him in earnest, pulling almost out of Yoongi with every stroke before fucking his hips up until they were flush again. He set a quick pace that steadily increased to something borderline frantic, fueled by the unintelligible noises Yoongi was making and sheer willpower to not come too soon.
Holding himself back was quickly becoming a losing battle, but underneath him, Yoongi was getting quieter, gasping unevenly. “Come for me, hyung,” Jimin gritted out, and Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, dazedly, his mouth opening in a silent ‘oh’ as his face went slack and the pressure around his cock pulsed . Yoongi came between them, a broken “ fuck” leaving his mouth as his body squeezed and released Jimin, riding out the waves of his orgasm.
Jimin was gone, then, managing only a few rough, uneven pumps before he yanked Yoongi’s hips flush against himself and came, pulling one last whine from Yoongi as he struggled to catch his breath. They stayed like that as their heart rates started to slow, kissing lazily until Jimin pulled away, finally starting to notice the feeling of drying sweat on his back and the cooling stick of drying come on his stomach.
“You ready?” he murmured, and Yoongi nodded once, grimacing as Jimin pulled out of him. “Hold on, I’ll get a towel.”
“Or we could just shower now,” Yoongi grunted. “Already need to wash the sheets.”
“Anything you want, hyung.”
“I want for nobody to be home right now,” Yoongi snorted, looking embarrassed.
Jimin blinked once, and realized that there was a faint sound of bass coming from somewhere else in the apartment.
“Let’s just go shower and then we’ll traumatize the others,” Jimin laughed, and tugged Yoongi up and to the bathroom to clean up.
When they were clean and re-dressed, Jimin stripped the bed and pecked Yoongi on the cheek on his way out to the washing machine while Yoongi finished toweling off his hair. He ran a brush through it haphazardly and wandered out to the kitchen for a glass of water, breathing a sigh of relief when he found that no one else was in the common areas. Namjoon’s closed door seemed to be the source of the bass still thrumming throughout the apartment, but Yoongi couldn’t exactly go back to half an hour ago and tell himself to be quieter so he decided not to worry about whatever Namjoon may have overheard.
“Yoongi,” Jimin hummed, coming up behind him and wrapping one hand around his waist to kiss at the junction of his shoulder and neck. “What’re you standing here for?”
“Oh, just…getting a glass of water. I got distracted.”
“Did I break your brain, hyungie?” Jimin laughed, and Yoongi craned his neck back to kiss him quiet.
“I don’t have a brain left to break, you sucked it out through my dick,” Yoongi retorted, and of course that was the moment Jungkook chose to walk into the kitchen, headphones around his neck and an empty can of beer in his hand.
“Jesus, hyung,” Jungkook laughed. Jimin stepped away blushing a little, but it was nothing compared to the violent shade of red that Yoongi turned.
“I just need some water,” Yoongi said, finally moving to actually get a glass.
“Dehydrated?” Jungkook asked, his voice innocent but his eyes shifting to Jimin with a smirk.
“Fuck’s sake,” Yoongi groaned. “Did you eat?”
“No, there’s ramen on its way here,” Jungkook answered, tossing his empty beer and grabbing a fresh can from the fridge. “I ordered extra if you want some. If you do eat, make sure Rapmon-hyung gets some though.”
“Thanks,” Yoongi nodded, and Jungkook nodded back as he tugged his headphones back on and headed back to his room.
Jimin was leaning against the counter when Yoongi turned around. “What?” Yoongi prompted, when Jimin did nothing but stare at him dopily.
“I love you,” Jimin told him quietly.
Yoongi softened, setting his water on the counter to wrap both hands around Jimin’s shoulders and lean in for a kiss, “I love you too, Jimin-ah.”