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In the days after their second date, Jimin can't stop thinking about Yoongi. To be fair, before that time he also already couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi, so it's not exactly new.

What is new is the specific things he thinks about.

Like how beautiful Yoongi looks naked, how he sounds when he's close to coming and when he's tipping over the edge. How good he can make Jimin feel, with his soft, insistent lips and tight grip on Jimin's waist.

Jimin finds himself masturbating more than he has in a long time, closing his eyes and imagining Yoongi's hands on him, Yoongi's voice in his ear, and it's thrilling to no end, making him feel pleasantly buzzed throughout the rest of his workweek, as if he can do anything, has unlimited energy.

The fact that they're texting a lot only heightens the feeling, Jimin constantly forcing himself not to check his phone during work hours and smiling like crazy when he inevitably gives in anyway, and it only takes two days for Hoseok, Jimin's closest colleague, to comment on it.

"Okay, so, what's happening here? I have two theories: either you're into someone or you're on crack…"

That has Jimin laughing.

"I'm not on crack, come on!"

Hoseok's self-satisfied grin shows that Jimin fell right into his trap. "Ah, okay, so then you met someone."

"I…"

Jimin swallows, suddenly feeling nervous. It's not like he doesn't trust Hoseok, he does; they've been colleagues for years and friends for even longer, but still… Still this feels like something huge, something terrifying, and Jimin's thoughts rush through his brain, trying to weigh his options but unable to decide on the best course of action.

That is, until Hoseok suddenly touches his shoulder, making him startle.

"Hey, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it; you know that, right? I'm just happy for you: you've been so radiant this week, it's been awesome to see. But that doesn't mean you're obligated to tell me anything, so relax, okay?"

The weight that drops off of Jimin's shoulders at Hoseok's words is immense, and he breathes out a shaky breath, willing himself to calm down. Hoseok is right: he doesn't owe anyone any information.

Not yet, at least.

The idea that once things get more serious between Yoongi and him he will have to tell people at some point – at least, if he wants to remain close with them, and if he wants them to get close with Yoongi – does suddenly enter his mind, though, the possible consequences of that immediately invading his thoughts, but he forces himself to stop worrying about that for now, refocusing on Hoseok.

Hoseok, his friend, who he can trust.

He knows he can.

And that's why he takes another deep breath, casts a very unnecessary look around to confirm that they're really still alone in the dance studio, before softly saying: "I did. I did meet someone, and it has been wonderful; it's just…"

He swallows heavily, throwing Hoseok an uncertain glance. "It's just that he's a man…"

"Oh…"

Hoseok says it in surprise, not in a bad way, but still Jimin's nerves rise and rise for the second or so it takes Hoseok to process, and he feels like he's about to break out of his skin by the time a big smile grows on Hoseok's face.

"Jiminie, that's so exciting!"

Jimin releases a shuddered breath, and Hoseok's eyes suddenly grow wide. "Wait, did you think I would react badly to that? Aish, silly man, come here…"

With that, Hoseok pulls him into his arms, playfully rocking them to and fro before pulling back again, still smiling and holding onto Jimin's shoulders.

"I think it's wonderful that you met someone. Woman or man or anything in between: I really don't care about that, as long as they make you happy. Okay? So now stop worrying and tell me all about him! What's his name? How did you meet? Do you have pictures?"

Jimin pretends very hard to not have to blink away tears, but then he obliges Hoseok, going all out with gushing about Yoongi, and it's so, so lovely to be able to share this with him when until now he only had Taehyung to share his feelings with.

To tell Hoseok about Yoongi's gummy smile and the swimming pool incident and the way Yoongi always teases him but is still so soft, so caring. About how Yoongi almost convinced him to sleep over last Tuesday, but they decided to maybe try that coming Saturday instead, and Jimin is out of his mind with excitement and nerves about it.

About how Yoongi feels good, feels right, even if Jimin had never expected it.

Still, when Jimin comes home that evening he can't stop thinking about his initial anxiety regarding sharing the news with Hoseok, and the far more intense anxiety that will undoubtedly come with sharing the news with other people.

It's horrible and unfair, but homosexuality is still very much taboo in Korea, so it would be naïve to think everyone will be as accepting of Yoongi and him as Hoseok is if they indeed end up building a relationship together.

In fact, there might be properly bad reactions, discrimination, and even threats of violence; coming out is not something to be taken lightly, not at all.

And then there's of course still the systematic discrimination against same-sex couples: things like not being considered each other's family and therefore the automatic beneficiary in case anything happens to your partner, not being allowed to marry or adopt, not being protected from sexuality-based discrimination at work.

It's a lot, and for the first time since meeting Yoongi Jimin spends time actually processing all of the possible consequences of being with Yoongi, all the things he would not be able to do that he would be able to do if he were with a woman.

Like holding hands or kissing in public (except for doing so while hidden in the bushes somewhere, like they already proved), proudly introducing his partner to everyone, having kids, marrying. They are things that Jimin had always simply assumed would happen in his future, and it suddenly feels very important to think of what he feels about potentially not having the chance to do those things anymore.

To what extent does he mind?

He's not sure, but it seems like he has opened a can of worms with that first worry, since as the week continues worry after worry suddenly pops up: worry about the future in general and the social expectations that come with entering his thirties, about whether or not he wants kids and wants to get married; even about whether Yoongi and he are really sexually compatible in the long run.

Because Jimin has never had anal sex before, so how can he know whether he likes it or not? And even if he likes it, will he like it in the same way Yoongi does?

Jimin knows about topping and bottoming in gay relationships: what if they both only want to top? Would that work out somehow? Yoongi is clearly trying not to pressure Jimin into anything, but what if Jimin can't give him what he wants in the long run because he doesn't want to do anal, or doesn't want to bottom?

Not that he knows for sure he doesn't want to bottom, but the idea of it does feel daunting, and it's definitely something he wouldn't even have considered trying out if he hadn't met Yoongi; doesn't that mean something?

All his worries make Jimin's earlier excitement about his date with Yoongi on Saturday diminish somewhat, and he spends his Saturday morning and afternoon stressing, again changing his mind about his outfit about a million times, cleaning his house way more intensely than necessary, and watching over the food he'd decided to cook like a hawk, anxious that he'll somehow mess up and disappoint Yoongi, even if he knows that Yoongi would surely just laugh at him in a fond way if that were to happen.

They'd decided to meet up at Jimin's this time, both happy to realise that they prefer quiet nights in over fancy dinners and such, but Jimin now almost regrets that decision, feeling like there's way too much for him to worry about this way.

By the time the bell finally rings he's a wreck, and he bites the sides of his nails as he waits for Yoongi to come up after buzzing him into the building, heart racing so fast that he's feeling slightly nauseous.

And then there's a knock and he opens the door, and it's Yoongi, and suddenly Jimin feels like he can breathe again, not even waiting until they have greeted each other before walking straight into his arms.

He probably squeezes Yoongi too tightly with how desperately he clings on but Yoongi just hugs him back, nuzzling against his hair as he softly whispers: "You okay?"

And Jimin isn't even lying when he inhales deeply against Yoongi's neck before whispering back: "Now I am."

It feels horribly corny but it's as if being in Yoongi's arms makes all the bad things fade away, and Jimin suddenly remembers with a vivid intensity how good all the times they've spent together have been, the flutters in his belly coming back in full force.

Yes, things are hard in the outside world, but here with Yoongi they're simple: Jimin likes him. More than he has liked anyone in a long time, maybe more than he has ever liked anyone. And that's the most important thing, isn't it?

He suddenly feels silly for having lost sight of that during the past few days, and he only pulls back from the embrace when he's taken several deep breaths against Yoongi's neck, a bit shy as he ushers Yoongi inside and closes the door.

He tries to sound light-hearted as he says: "Uh, sorry for that weird welcome; I've just been stressing out a bit, that's all…"

Yoongi casts his eyes up at him as he takes off his shoes, dropping his backpack next to the shoe rack.

"About what?"

The question makes Jimin snort self-deprecatingly. "Honestly? Everything…"

He lets Yoongi take his hand, getting pulled closer to him as he jokes, not wanting to directly get into deep stuff: "Like about messing up dinner or choosing the wrong outfit to wear… So you better compliment me on how I look and not say anything bad about the food, okay?"

Jimin is glad that he's made Yoongi smile, feeling his heart lift further as Yoongi steps closer and says: "Well, in that case: you look absolutely gorgeous, and I promise that no matter how awful the food tastes, I will say it's the best thing I ever ate. That good?"

Jimin can't help it, he smiles too, an unguarded, genuine thing, already leaning in to kiss Yoongi as he whispers: "Yes. Thank you…"

Their lips meet in the softest kiss, and Jimin revels in the sparks that it ignites in his veins, in how he directly gets the urge to pull Yoongi even closer, to keep kissing him and never let go anymore.

He doesn't, though, not wanting the food to actually get ruined, and he pulls back with a soft smile instead, gently taking Yoongi's hand in his.

"A bit late but hello, I'm really happy you're here. Shall I give you a tour?"

There's not much to show off, just his small, cosy living room with an equally small open kitchen, a modest kitchen table separating the two, his bathroom, a tiny room that he uses as storage space, and his bedroom.

Still, Yoongi looks genuinely appreciative of everything, taking the time to look at the many pictures Jimin has on one of the walls in the living room (mostly of Taehyung and him pulling silly faces), complimenting the fairy lights above his bed and the view on the nearby park from his bedroom window, and laughing fondly when he spots the line of stuffed animals peeking over the top of Jimin's wardrobe and looking down on the room.

Sure, Yoongi's house may be a lot grander than Jimin's, but Jimin is still happy with his cosy space, everything exactly how he wants it to be. It's not like he doesn't have the money to find something bigger: he genuinely doesn't need it, preferring a smaller space at a great location instead.

And he's happy that Yoongi seems to appreciate it too, since he might just be coming over regularly from now on.

Once Yoongi has inspected Jimin's house to his heart's content they move to the kitchen, Yoongi hugging Jimin from the back in a way that makes Jimin's belly flutter as he stirs his pot of kimchi jjigae.

"Well, it smells good, so you'd think it can't be too bad, can it?" Yoongi jokes, and Jimin easily jokes back.

"Firstly, you don’t know that, I could have added half a kilo of salt and you wouldn't smell it, and secondly, I can't actually trust anything you say about the food anymore now, can I? Maybe you already hate the smell and are just lying to me…"

He feels Yoongi's smile against his nape. "Hm, true, I guess you'll never know… Unless I'm like you when you're drinking whiskey, and I'll try but fail horribly to stop grimacing as I eat. I guess we'll have to wait and see…"

To both of their relief Yoongi doesn't grimace while eating at all, seeming genuinely appreciative of Jimin's cooking skills (luckily not yet knowing that this is pretty much the only elaborate dish Jimin knows how to cook), and conversation during dinner is light, both of them sharing how their week has been and what kind of projects they're working on.

It's only once they've moved to the couch, Jimin quickly moving to sit sideways with his legs over Yoongi's lap, his chin leaning on Yoongi's shoulder, that Yoongi carefully asks: "So, I'm guessing you've been stressing out about more than your cooking skills and outfit? Or -?"

Simultaneously glad and nervous that Yoongi brought up the subject like this, Jimin takes the edge of Yoongi's black silky shirt between his fingers, looking down at where he starts fiddling with the hem as he softly says: "Yeah. I guess -"

He sighs deeply. "I guess I've just been thinking about the consequences. Of, you know, entering a same-sex relationship. Like…"

Jimin doesn't know where to start, staying silent for a moment before he gently asks: "Are you out to people?"

Yoongi hums thoughtfully, one hand coming up to absent-mindedly card through Jimin's hair.

"Well, yeah, I'm out to quite a few people. Not all, though."

It sounds like Yoongi is planning to elaborate more so Jimin stays silent, and indeed Yoongi continues after a moment of silence.

"My friends know, obviously, and have known since not long after I figured it out myself. And I haven't been silent about my support for the LGBTQAI+ community at work too so they definitely all suspect I am queer in some kind of way, and some hoobaes who've come to me for advice regarding their sexualities and identities over the past years know about the specifics…"

Jimin sits up straighter at that, needing to see Yoongi's face.

"That's really cool, hyung… To help people like that, that's… you're cool for that."

Yoongi throws him a fake-affronted look. "Not for other things?"

Jimin just rolls his eyes at him, keeping back a smile.

"Cool people don't beg to be called cool, Yoongi. In fact, I'm taking back what I said before: you've just lost the few coolness points you had…"

Yoongi grips at his heart as if mortally wounded, and Jimin giggles softly, liking the little light-hearted interlude they've given themselves. He's still curious to hear more from Yoongi, though, so he lets a bit of silence fall before he softly asks: "And your family?"

Yoongi's smile instantly disappears, replaced by a scrunch of his nose.

"Yeah, no, my parents don't know… I'm already in low contact with them after a rather intense disagreement in my teenage years when I wanted to pursue music and they threw me out over it, and…"

Yoongi swallows heavily, his jaw clenching even if he clearly tries to sound less affected than he is when he says: "And I know it would change to no contact at all if I were to tell them I date men, which, to be fair, wouldn't be that much of a difference, but it's still nice to have somewhere to go for Chuseok and Christmas, you know?"

Jimin suddenly has a lump in his throat, voice coming out scratchy as he says: "Yeah, of course…"

His hand finds Yoongi's, squeezing it, and Yoongi's other hand joins, playing with Jimin's fingers for a moment before he looks up, a wry smile on his face.

"Never said being queer would be fun, sorry… It ain't all rainbows and butterflies, sadly."

The wording of it makes Jimin snort, and he presses his lips together as he says: "Yeah, I know… The world sucks, in a lot of ways."

He feels himself getting fired up a bit, happy to be able to share this with someone who understands.

"Like, what's the deal with being totally okay with it if you fall in love with someone from the opposite gender, but when it's with someone from your own gender it's suddenly all taboo and hate and aggression? Who the fuck are they to concern themselves with whom other people love? Why the fuck would they care?"

Now it's Yoongi's turn to snort.

"Religion, for one. And old traditionalist values – even if that's hypocritical because when you go back in history a few hundred years people weren't half as bothered by queerness as they are now – and my personal favourite: plain human stupidity. We might generally see ourselves as sophisticated beings, but we're actually just weird, hairless apes who got to evolve into societies that are way too complex for our brains to handle, which makes us do and believe all kinds of idiotic things. But I will seriously rant about that all night if I get started, so…"

"Right," Jimin smiles, "let's maybe save that for another day…"

He's again silent for a moment before he softly asks: "Does it scare you? Being with a man, and… and losing all those options, those privileges? Like marrying, having kids, being able to freely go out together in public, all that stuff?"

"Well, yeah, of course it does," Yoongi directly replies. "I don't know if I want kids yet, I'm not sure how I feel about marriage, but it's fucked up to probably not even have those options unless I emigrate to fucking Taiwan or something. And yeah, it's scary to think I could be targeted for whom I end up loving, that basic stuff like owning a house together or being allowed to visit each other in the hospital could be problematic. Of course that's scary, and infuriating, and fucked up."

Yoongi looks over at Jimin, lifting one hand to gently tuck his hair behind his ear before taking his time to trace his eyebrow, his cheekbone, the line of his jaw, his gaze fondly following his thumb's movements.

His voice is a lot more gentle, almost like a confession, when he says: "I guess it's the choice between being with the person I desire, who I want to be with and know I will be happy with, and facing hardships because of it, or choosing to live an unhappier, less fulfilling but safer life. It sucks that those are the only two options, but I'm still very certain about which of those two sounds better to me, and it's not the latter…"

It suddenly feels profound, the way Yoongi basically seems to be saying that being with Jimin is worth all the negative consequences that are attached to being with a man, and Jimin feels a warmth growing in his chest as he lets Yoongi's words properly sink in.

Because Yoongi is right: would it really be worth it to throw away the special thing he has with Yoongi just because it's easier? Not that Jimin had been seriously considering that, feeling far too obsessed with Yoongi to let go even if he wanted to, but it's a good reminder: shouldn't he choose happiness over easiness, especially if the negative consequences of being with Yoongi aren't even there yet?

Who knows what will happen in the future: gay marriage may finally become legal, people may slowly grow to be more open-minded, the world may become a safer place for them.

And if not, that seems like something to deal with then, not now.

It's therefore that he smiles softly, reaching up to trace Yoongi's face in a similar way as Yoongi did to him and feeling all kinds of emotional when he whispers: "Yeah, me too. I know what my choice would be, too…"

Deciding to lighten up the mood a bit, he adds: "Plus, in my case the man I am interested in has a swimming pool. And contacts with the guy in the penthouse. I'm pretty sure that easily weighs up against the discrimination I'd face, don't you think?"

He loves how Yoongi stares at him for a second, clearly perplexed, before a grin takes over his whole face, shoulders starting to shake with his silent laughter.

He needs a moment before he manages to say: "Right, of course you are mostly with me because of my swimming pool, I don’t know how I almost forgot that… I never expected to end up with a gold digger, but well, I suppose I'll just roll with it. You do have a lot of qualities that make up for you only being interested in my swimming pool, after all…"

"I do?"

Yoongi smiles at him, humming before he says, counting on his fingers: "Yeah, you do. You're cute, sexy, lovely, terribly annoying, which is apparently a thing I'm weak for, -"

Yoongi was clearly anticipating being interrupted if his smirk is any tell, and Jimin doesn't disappoint him, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Annoying? Says you, always teasing me, calling me names –"

He realises his mistake when Yoongi's smirk only grows bigger. "Names? What kind of names, hm? You mean good boy? Or pretty? Or honey? Because I had the distinct feeling you didn't mind those at all… Or maybe you want new ones? What about sugar? Or doll? Or -"

Just hearing the endearments makes Jimin blush like crazy, and he squawks as both hands fly up to cover Yoongi's mouth. "Stop! Stop!"

Their resulting play-fight is a good end to their earlier serious conversation, and it's a while later, when they've settled down again, that Jimin finally dares to ask: "Yoongi? Are you, like –"

He takes a deep breath, already blushing again as he pushes on: "a top or a bottom? Or - or vers? During, you know, sex?"

It seems like he has managed to stun Yoongi again, Yoongi's mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally chuckles, shaking his head.

"Okay, where did that suddenly come from? Don't tell me that was also one of your worries?"

Jimin is sure his blush must already betray him, but he still shrugs, trying to sound casual when he says: "Just curious…"

"Uhuh, sure you were…"

Yoongi lets silence fall just long enough for Jimin to blush even more, but then he takes mercy on him, playfully ruffling his hair before saying: "I can enjoy it both ways, so I'm vers, if you want to use official terminology. I've mostly topped, though, but that's because I've mostly had one-night stands with men until now."

Yoongi intertwines their fingers, voice turning softer.

"Bottoming can feel absolutely amazing, but it's also very vulnerable, you know? Not only are you letting someone literally enter you, with the risk of them hurting you if they're not careful enough, but the feeling itself is also more intense, at least in my experience, and therefore leaves you more unguarded, and that feels weird to do with strangers. If I am to have an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves me trembling and dazed for a while I'd rather do it with someone I trust, or on my own."

With how Yoongi softly laughs at him Jimin is pretty sure his fluster at what Yoongi just shared is showing on his face, which gets confirmed when Yoongi teasingly says: "Too much information?"

"No, no," Jimin denies, even if by now it feels like his face is melting off (he's not imagining Yoongi lost in the throes of pleasure while Jimin fucks him, he's not), "that's – that's fine, it's interesting, I just –"

He shrugs, voice almost a whisper as he says: "I just wanted to know, so thank you…"

"Hm, and why is that? I can't imagine you're actually considering trying it out any time soon?"

Yoongi's tone is gentle, and Jimin breathes out a deep sigh, hoping it will calm down his racing heart a bit.

"No, not really. I just… I've never done" – he waves his hands around vaguely, face heating up when he realises he really should just say the word like the adult that he is - "anal before, and I'm not sure if I'll like it, in either role, and I know you don't want to pressure me into anything and I appreciate that so much, but… but I just started thinking: what if I never want to? What… what would that mean for our compatibility, you know?"

"That would mean exactly nothing for our compatibility."

Yoongi's voice is firm, making Jimin look up at him, and Yoongi directly levels him with a serious gaze.

"Jimin, let me be clear: there are lots of ways to make each other feel good outside of anal sex, multiple ways of which we've even already tried together, and those ways are absolutely enough for me. So there's no pressure at all to do anal, in any way. If you'd like to try it out at some point then sure, I'd be happy to, but if you don't that's completely fine as well. Okay?"

To Jimin's surprise, he finds himself feeling a bit emotional, his voice slightly croaky as he whispers back: "Okay. Thank you for saying that. I get in my head sometimes, so… so thank you."

He looks down at where Yoongi is still holding his hand, keeping his gaze there as Yoongi softly says: "You're welcome. And I mean it. I just like being with you, in any way at all, so please don't feel pressured to do anything. You're wonderful exactly how you are."

For the umpteenth time tonight Jimin finds himself blushing, but at the same time a pleased smile grows on his face, his chest feeling warm. Warm enough that he dares to cast his eyes up, softly saying: "You're wonderful. Seriously. You… you make me feel safe, even if this all is pretty terrifying."

Deciding to just get it all out, he adds: "Oh, and for full disclosure: I did actually try out anal on myself, a while back… You know, with my fingers. But I couldn't find my prostate and it just felt awkward and… and well, just so you know."

To his surprise, Yoongi chuckles.

"Well, no surprise there: your fingers are tiny, no wonder you couldn't reach your prostate…"

"Hey!”

Yoongi just chuckles again at Jimin's offended exclamation, catching Jimin's hand from the air when Jimin moves to slap him and bringing it to his mouth, kissing his fingers in a way that makes Jimin blush again.

"Don't worry, pretty, I love your fingers, they're adorable. And I'd be happy to show you sometime how good it feels to have your prostate massaged by someone who can actually reach it, if and when you're ready for it. Feels fucking amazing combined with a blowjob, I can tell you… But only if you want to; we can just as well leave your prostate in peace. Your choice."

Snorting at the way Yoongi phrased it, Jimin has to admit to himself that this whole anal thing feels a lot less daunting already, enough that he can actually see himself possibly taking Yoongi up on his offer sometime, making him playfully reply: "Thank you, I'll be sure to let you know in case my prostate wants some excitement…"

They just smile at each other for a moment, Yoongi lifting his hand to gently run it through Jimin's hair before he says: "So, any other worries that we can work our way through?"

Jimin makes a show of thinking about it for a moment, tapping his finger against his lip a few times before smiling. "Nah, I think this was it. For now…"

It only takes him a moment to think of something else, though, and he's already smirking as he suddenly throws a leg over Yoongi's lap, straddling him and pouting as he says: "Although… I do feel that there is some imbalance here regarding the use of pet names. You call me all sorts of things, while I don't have any pet names for you at all yet… Doesn’t seem very fair, does it?"

He playfully looks down at Yoongi, liking how he towers over him like this, and Yoongi looks up at him with an equally playful grimace on his face, hands dropping to Jimin's hips, as he replies: "Ah, you're very right, that just can't continue like this… We clearly need to remedy this situation as soon as possible. Do you have any pet names in mind already?"

Jimin has to admit to himself that he hadn't thought quite that far yet, and he feels himself start to blush as he wracks his brain, not wanting to use the same pet names as Yoongi has already used on him but not managing to find any other suitable ones now that he's being put on the spot like that.

"Uhhh… stud?"

As soon as he says it he curses his brain for blurting out something so randomly stupid, and indeed Yoongi directly jostles his body with his laughter.

"Stud? What, are we going back to the sixties? Not that I'm not flattered…"

Jimin pouts playfully even if he only feels himself grow more flustered, his brain very much not behaving with how it refuses to come up with anything that makes sense, and he apparently stays silent for too long while trying to think of a better pet name because Yoongi leans in, nuzzling into his neck and pressing a soft kiss there, smile still on his face.

"I don't know, lovely, I think we might just have to accept that using pet names doesn't come naturally to you…"

His voice drops lower, growing huskier, as he whispers in Jimin's ear: "But don't worry, pretty boy, I can just use enough of them for the both of us…"

A shiver courses down Jimin's spine, his tummy doing a little flip at the new pet name even if part of him still wonders why he even likes this, and he suddenly grows acutely aware that he's in Yoongi's lap, Yoongi's thighs warm and firm under him. It doesn't help matters at all that Yoongi noses down the side of his neck, his hands tightening slightly around Jimin's hips, and it's fascinating how quickly Jimin's mind turns towards something completely different than talking.

He can't let Yoongi win though, wracking his brain for a smart comeback, only to forget what Yoongi had even said when Yoongi starts pressing kisses up the slope of his neck, his warm breath hitting Jimin's skin and directly making it erupt in goosebumps.

Okay, screw talking.

It's Jimin who guides their lips together, and he gasps at how Yoongi directly surges up, pressing closer while throwing an arm around Jimin's waist so as not to dislodge him from his lap.

God, he loves how Yoongi kisses him, loves how different it still feels than all his other experiences up to now, not only because Yoongi is a man but because he's Yoongi, and Jimin is somehow already stupidly gone for him.

Within moments Jimin is guiding his hands up into Yoongi's hair, pulling the strands loose from the elastic that had been holding them together before threading his fingers through them, pulling them a bit just because it feels good to do so, and heat gathers in his gut ridiculously fast, his dick already hardening.

He's not even ashamed at how he directly starts grinding down in small, subtle movements, loving the way Yoongi kisses him even deeper in response, groaning as he pulls Jimin closer. A gasp falls from his lips when Yoongi's hands snake under his shirt to touch the skin of his lower back, helping to guide his hips, and he abruptly decides: he wants Yoongi in his bed.

Now.

With how dazed he's already feeling he stumbles as he moves from Yoongi's lap, grabbing onto Yoongi's shoulder to catch himself, and he ignores Yoongi's confused and slightly worried look, instead taking his hand and pulling.

"Come on, I have a better place to do this at."

It's cute how unsure Yoongi looks as soon as they enter the bedroom, as if wondering how fast he's allowed to go without spooking Jimin, and Jimin uses that to his advantage by pushing Yoongi onto the bed, smirking when Yoongi just looks up at him with hungry eyes, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Now who's being a good boy?"

He yelps when Yoongi's hand shoots out, grabbing him and pulling him forward, too, and before he knows it he's on his back, Yoongi hovering over him, smirk on his face.

"Not you, that's for sure…"

The next moment, Yoongi crashes their lips together again, and from then Jimin completely loses himself in Yoongi's kisses, the feeling of Yoongi's body pinning him down on the mattress, Yoongi's hands squeezing and caressing his body.

They take it slow, though, and Jimin loves it: loves the excitement that comes with the knowledge that the shirts will come off at some point but it's not certain yet when it will happen, and that it's up to him to choose.

Jimin decides to savour every moment until he feels ready for the next step, enjoying the silky-smooth feel of Yoongi's blouse as well as the warmth of his skin under it, the way their crotches keep brushing but the layers of denim separating them dull the feeling, only making Jimin feel more and more desperate as time passes.

Finally, when Jimin has somehow ended up on top of Yoongi, Yoongi's hands on his ass helping him grind down while they moan into each other's mouths, Jimin reaches his limit, and quickly sits up, pulling off his own shirt in one fluid motion before reaching down to start working on the buttons of Yoongi's blouse.

The way Yoongi stares up at him, letting him do his thing while he watches on with dark eyes, his hair a mess and his hands already caressing Jimin's exposed sides as if he just can't help himself, makes Jimin feel desired like he hasn't in a long time, and he wastes no time leaning down to kiss Yoongi again once Yoongi's chest is exposed, only to trail down his lips directly after.

He takes his time exploring, caressing and kissing all across Yoongi's chest, brushing his lips across the delicate lines of Yoongi's collarbones, sucking softly on one of Yoongi's nipples and smirking at the way Yoongi's hands directly thread into his hair as if needing to hold on for purchase, dipping his tongue into Yoongi's navel.

Yoongi is fucking gorgeous, and it's the best thing to get to explore him like this without feeling any pressure, feeling completely at ease and safe.

Jimin ends his exploration by leaving lines of butterfly kisses up the lengths of Yoongi's sides, giggling when Yoongi squirms, grumbles and tries to bat him away at the ticklish feeling, before moving back up to kiss him again, delighting in how Yoongi directly rolls them over, using one hand to gently hold Jimin's hands down above his head while he takes his turn to suck and kiss a path across Jimin's collarbones and chest.

Jimin never knew he liked to be pinned down but it seems like being with Yoongi is one big exploration of new sides of himself, and Jimin loves it, easily surrendering to the feeling, head thrown back as his body sings wherever Yoongi touches him.

It's clear that both of them are getting pretty desperate now, Jimin making soft, wounded noises on almost every exhale, haphazardly bucking his hips up to try to find some friction as Yoongi keeps him pinned down, while Yoongi's whispered praises get filthier by the second, only winding Jimin up more.

It very much feels like time for the next step, and Jimin's heart races as he rolls them over once more, scooting down Yoongi's body to end up kneeling in between his legs, hands already on the button of Yoongi's jeans.

"Off?"

Yoongi quickly nods, mumbling a soft "You too – if you want to" that makes Jimin smile in fondness, but still his hands tremble slightly – more from excitement than from nerves, luckily – as he undoes Yoongi's button and zipper, pulling the material down Yoongi's legs and off his feet before hurrying out of his own jeans.

A month ago Jimin would never have thought he'd end up feeling so pleased to get another man naked (well, almost naked, for now), but here he is, and the thought makes him smile as he pushes both their jeans off of the bed.

Oh, how things have changed.

Both now only in underwear, Jimin takes a moment to just look at Yoongi from where he's kneeling in between his legs again, Yoongi having pulled up his knees so that he's bracketing Jimin in with his legs.

Yoongi really is gorgeous, his black hair and underwear only accentuating the milky tone of his skin, his pretty, soft belly rising and falling with his breaths, the contrast between his broad shoulders and his slender waistline and legs creating such a beautiful image of masculine delicacy.

It makes Jimin want to caress him all over, kiss every inch of his soft skin, explore every edge and curve of Yoongi's body, and he starts by using both hands simultaneously to stroke up from Yoongi's feet all the way to his thighs, taking in how the movement makes Yoongi widen his legs just a bit, as if to say do whatever you want to me.

Fuck.

It's tempting to rush, knowing where Yoongi must want to be touched most right now – the very obviously visible line of Yoongi's hard-on in his underwear doesn't lie – but Jimin forces himself to keep taking his time, not wanting to overwhelm himself but also just wanting to properly enjoy every part of the experience.

They have all the time in the world: there's no reason to rush.

And so Jimin smirks lightly as he pulls one of Yoongi's knees up a bit higher, kissing the side of it, simultaneously softly scraping his nails over Yoongi's outer thigh, revelling in the resulting shudder that runs through Yoongi's body.

Yoongi is leaning up on his elbows by now, looking at him with dark eyes, and it only makes Jimin feel bolder, scooting down the bed a bit to give himself more space and then bending forwards, one hand coming to lean on the outside of Yoongi's hip as he leaves a trail of soft kisses up Yoongi's inner thigh.

The fact that he's so close to Yoongi's crotch like this makes adrenaline rush through Jimin's veins, heat pooling in his belly at the mere idea of soon moving even closer, but he forces himself to focus on Yoongi's thighs first, continuing to leave soft kisses on the smooth, delicate skin before following the sudden urge to bite down softly.

The broken "Fuck" that falls from Yoongi's lips only spurs him on, and he moves to Yoongi's other thigh, kissing and nipping his way across it while one hand still keeps caressing and squeezing the other thigh, loving the way Yoongi starts to slightly tremble in his hold.

It makes him want to push further, to see Yoongi fall apart, and his hold on Yoongi's thighs becomes tighter as he noses his way up, following the line between Yoongi's inner thigh and groin over Yoongi's underwear.

Yoongi directly tenses up beneath him at how close Jimin is to his dick, only to sigh deeply when Jimin moves up even further to press a line of kisses just above the waistband of Yoongi's underwear, Yoongi's stomach muscles jumping under his lips.

He's really pushing it with his teasing now, he knows, and he's therefore not surprised when he looks up to find Yoongi already looking down at him, lower lip between his teeth, looking like he's giving his all to keep his body still.

"Jimin, fuck…"

The desperation in Yoongi's voice makes Jimin feel mischievous, and he makes sure to sound innocent when he says: "What's this, did you run all out of pet names?"

At the same time, he gently lays one hand right on top of Yoongi's hard-on, very softly rubbing it, and he smiles even wider when it causes Yoongi to drop back onto the mattress, a deep groan sounding as his head hits his pillow.

"Well, forgive me for not being that articulate when you're literally driving me completely fucking insane…"

His playfully frustrated tone makes Jimin giggle, moving to caress both of Yoongi's thighs soothingly as he says: "Hey, can't blame me for wanting to explore you properly! In fact, you should take it as a compliment… But fine, maybe it's time for mercy, hm?"

With that, he hooks his fingers under the waistline of Yoongi's underwear, softly asking: "Can I?"

Of course Yoongi leans back onto his elbows to tell him that he doesn't need to, that he can do whatever he wants, but Jimin just kisses his belly again, already pulling the underwear down as he replies: "Don't worry, this is very much what I want. I did promise you that I'd be the one to make you come next time, didn't I?"

And he means it: he is ready for this. He wants to make Yoongi feel good, but he also genuinely wants to see and feel Yoongi, wants to learn all the ways in which Yoongi's dick is similar to his own, and all the ways it isn't.

It's therefore with some impatience that he gets Yoongi's underwear off, tossing them to the floor before making himself comfortable in between Yoongi's legs again, all attention on the newly exposed skin.

He knows that Yoongi is looking at him, can feel his gaze on him, but he doesn't look up, instead reaching out with one hand to very softly trail his fingers up the length of Yoongi's dick, taking in the sight.

Yoongi's dick really is similar to Jimin's own in ways, like how he had already noticed last time that it's of a similar size, but it's fascinating to properly see the differences now, too, like how Yoongi's dick bends slightly to the right whereas Jimin's is straighter, how there's a far clearer, thicker vein on the underside of it, and how it's pinker, even if the head is a dark red now with how worked up Yoongi is.

It's surprisingly pretty, and Jimin can't get himself to look away when he wraps his fist around it and tentatively pumps it.

He's jerking another man off.

He literally has another man's penis in his hand right now.

And the odd but great thing is that it doesn't feel awkward at all: it feels exciting.

Exciting enough for Jimin to finally look up at Yoongi's face again while he keeps moving his hand, needing to see the effects of what he's doing, and he loves how he finds Yoongi with his eyes closed, his head tipped back slightly as if he's lost in pleasure, just by Jimin's probably clumsy attempts at jerking him off.

It feels fucking hot, and it makes Jimin want to try harder, make Yoongi feel even better, and he scoots a bit closer to find a better angle for his arm, at the same time using his other hand to cup Yoongi's balls, gently rolling them in his palm.

He knows that was a good move with how Yoongi's body jolts, a gasp falling from Yoongi's lips, but he still wants to check, voice soft as he asks: "Good?"

"So fucking good," Yoongi directly replies, "you're so good, lovely… Just – a bit tighter, like -"

When Jimin directly obeys Yoongi moans, finishing: "Yeah, like that, that's perfect, fuck…"

Yoongi bites his lip again as soon as he stops speaking, and suddenly Jimin feels the desperate need to kiss him, to be close to him and hold him while he gets him off, clumsily crawling up next to him while keeping his hand on Yoongi's dick.

He's barely even laid down next to Yoongi when Yoongi's lips are already on his, Yoongi clearly having felt a similar urge, and Jimin feels his own arousal come back in full force as they kiss desperately, Jimin still doing his best to keep jerking Yoongi off.

The position isn't perfect, though, with one of Jimin's hands unable to touch Yoongi because he needs it to lean on, and soon he's swinging his leg over Yoongi's hips, straddling him, while his free hand cups Yoongi's neck, pulling to urge him up.

Yoongi comes easily, but he also directly makes Jimin shriek by wrapping his arm around his waist and then moving the both of them to the edge of the bed, throwing his legs over the edge so his feet are on the floor.

"Don't want my knees to hurt; it works better like this," he mumbles, and Jimin looks down on him in astonishment, arousal forgotten for a moment.

"Seriously? I thought you were thirty, not fifty?"

Yoongi just grins, shrugging his shoulders.

"I can't help it: I'm not a dancer like you! I only sit at the computer, my joints are getting frail. Now are you going to make me come, or what?"

Jimin shakes his head. "You're crazy. I'm not going to date you if you just fall apart because you refuse to move. So you better be good and actually start doing sports with me, okay? Can't have you crumbling before we even properly get to know each other…"

A devilish smirk grows on his face as he adds, putting on a sultry tone: "Promise me and I'll make you come…"

To his surprise, Yoongi cups both sides of his face, looking at him with unabashed hunger as he says: "I'll promise you anything if you make me come. Okay? Now kiss me…"

With that, he leans in, and Jimin could be his annoying self and drag this out further like part of him urges him to but he actually also really wants to make Yoongi come, and so he lets himself be kissed, hand trailing back down to Yoongi's dick.

Still, he can't help but whisper in between kisses: "Fine then, but I am going to make you move more, you just watch…"

He gets a teasing "I'd like to see you try" back, but with how it fades off into a moan when Jimin twists his wrist just right Jimin feels like he still wins, grinning while he lets Yoongi kiss him again.

From then on, they don't talk anymore, both too busy trying to make each other feel good. Yoongi clearly respects Jimin's decision to leave his underwear on for now but he does find ways to pleasure him through it, squeezing his ass and palming his cock, and it's easy to get lost in the rising tension between them, Jimin's hand speeding up faster and faster around Yoongi's dick.

It's when Yoongi hides his face in Jimin's neck that Jimin knows he's close to coming, and he threads his free hand into Yoongi's hair to pull him back instead, wanting to see it happening this time.

The end up with their foreheads pressed against each other, Yoongi's breath fast and erratic, eyes closed and cheeks pink, and Jimin drinks in the sight of him as he keeps stroking a fast rhythm, feeling dazed himself with how sexy Yoongi looks.

It indeed doesn't take long anymore: just a few more strokes and Yoongi's hands tighten on Jimin's ass at the same time that Yoongi's breath hitches, his brow knitting, and then Jimin feels wetness on his hand, Yoongi moaning softly as his body jolts, pressing his forehead even harder against Jimin's.

It's such a hot sight that Jimin loses his breath himself, panting as he strokes Yoongi through his orgasm, and he only waits a moment for Yoongi to catch his breath a bit before he guides their lips together in a messy kiss, cupping his clean hand around Yoongi's neck to hold him close.

They kiss like that for a bit, Yoongi's lips pliant and soft, before Jimin finally pulls back, the feeling of come dripping from his hand not ignorable anymore.

He loves how dazed Yoongi still looks when he opens his eyes, and Jimin quickly presses one more peck to his lips before leaning to the side, reaching for the tissues on his bedside table.

Of course he manages to lose his balance and drop them to the floor, almost falling right after them, making Yoongi softly giggle against his shoulder as he makes sure to keep Jimin safely on his lap, but he makes it in the end, blushing as he wipes his hand and Yoongi's belly down before he tosses the tissue in the direction of the trashcan.

"Was that good?"

Jimin's voice comes out softer and shyer than intended, and Yoongi smiles fondly as he cups Jimin's neck, kissing both his cheeks and his forehead.

"Yeah, that was wonderful, thank you. Can I repay the favour?"

Jimin looks down, seeing how his hard-on is still straining his underwear, and gazes back up at Yoongi, grinning.

"Yes please."

He has barely said the words when he's suddenly being tossed over, ending up on his back on the mattress, his lower legs dangling from the edge.

Gazing down in shock, he sees Yoongi dropping to his knees in between his legs, smirking up at him as he says: "Is it okay if I do it like this?"

It's very clear what he means, his face just above Jimin's crotch, and Jimin's dick already twitches in anticipation as he breathes out a croaky "Yeah," nodding his head.

That's apparently all the encouragement Yoongi needs, as his hands directly pull Jimin's underwear down gently, trailing up and down Jimin's legs as he scatters kisses across Jimin's thighs.

And then there's warmth engulfing Jimin's cock, a hand fondling his balls, and Jimin drops his head down onto the mattress with a groan, unable to keep himself up.

Fuck, Yoongi is exactly as good with his tongue as Jimin remembers him to be.

Like last time, it doesn't take long at all for Jimin to approach the edge, his thighs shaking as he struggles to remember to keep breathing, and before he knows it he's coming, his chest arching up with the force of his orgasm, his vision blacking out for a second.

Yoongi just swallows everything down, sucking him dry until Jimin whimpers with oversensitivity, trying to bat at him to make him stop, and Jimin's limbs feel like jelly as Yoongi clambers on top of him, raining soft kisses across his face.

"That good, too?"

Jimin can only huff incredulously.

"Seriously? Fuck, that thing you do with your tongue, it… it –"

Too fuzzy in the head to think of an appropriate word, Jimin just shrugs, lazily rolling both of them to their sides and burying himself in Yoongi's embrace. "Was good. So good…"

A lingering kiss gets pressed to his crown, both of Yoongi's hands rubbing circles into his back, even if Yoongi's tone is cheeky as he softly says: "Good, then I apparently wasn't lying when I wrote that I can make both men and women come with my tongue technology…"

That has Jimin chuckling in surprise, shifting his head back a bit to look up at Yoongi even if his eyes have trouble staying open.

"What?"

Yoongi grins back at him.

"Ah, just a song I wrote after I finding out I'm bi: I'll let you listen to it sometime…"

Already nuzzling in closer again, feeling all languid and cosy, Jimin whispers: "Good. I wanna hear your songs. Bet they're pretty…"

Softer, he adds: "You still wanna sleep over?"

Yoongi's arms tighten around him, pulling him further into his embrace.

"I'd love to."

And as they snuggle up together under the blankets after very domestically and sleepily having brushed their teeth side by side, Jimin thinks to himself that he could very much get used to this.

As Jimin soon finds out, waking up next to Yoongi is as good as falling asleep in his arms.

They'd drifted apart sometime during the night but Yoongi quickly amends that by pulling Jimin against his chest as soon as he wakes up, and Jimin properly comes to with Yoongi peppering kisses across his nape, Yoongi's arms wrapped securely around his waist.

It feels heavenly.

Still barely awake, Jimin allows himself to be as cute and whiny as he feels with his brain still half offline, and instead of acting uncomfortable like some of Jimin's ex-girlfriends had done when he acted like this, Yoongi almost seems in awe, his gaze so soft as he comments on how barely-awake Jimin is the most adorable creature he's ever seen, how he doesn't know how he'll cope if Jimin is going to continue being this cute.

That's one major difference that Jimin realises comes with being with a man: there are no expected roles for them to play.

In his previous relationships, even if they weren't that explicit about it, girls still expected Jimin to be the more dominant, confident, assertive one. They were the ones who acted cute, he was the one calling them so and pulling them against his chest. He was the one expected to pay most of the time, to take the initiative during sex, to be the more calm and collected one.

It's only now that Jimin realises how confining that had felt, and how good it feels to break free from that now. With Yoongi he's allowed to be exactly how he is, gender roles being completely meaningless between two men. He can be cute, he can be dominant, he can be playful, he can be silly; he can be exactly what he feels like in that moment, and that's okay.

More than that: Yoongi likes him that way.

And maybe Jimin has just been dating the wrong girls and the same could happen in a heterosexual relationship, but it feels wonderful enough with Yoongi now that Jimin wonders if he'll ever go back to girls to find out.

He's very, very satisfied right where he is.

They spend most of the day together, breakfast somehow leading to taking a walk (for the sake of Yoongi's health, Jimin argues), which leads to having lunch at a cute little cat café they found, which leads to them visiting a pharmacy because they're both having an allergic reaction, which leads to them sitting on a bench together and googling which cats are the most hypoallergenic.

Just for research purposes, of course.

Walking Yoongi home turns into having dinner at Yoongi's, and it's only because Jimin has his work stuff at home that they finally part ways, already promising to see each other halfway through the week again.

Jimin knows they're moving fast, but why not if it feels so right? If hanging out with Yoongi feels like hanging out with a good friend, but then with the benefits of amazing chemistry and sex?

And so they keep on seeing each other twice a week, now sleeping over almost every time, sending each other silly messages and memes whenever they're not meeting up.

Colleagues keep commenting on how happy and healthy Jimin looks, his mom keeps asking about the new beauty routine that makes him look so radiant (something that always makes Jimin feel a weird combination of flattered and guilty), and surprisingly the negative effects of being with a man stay away for now – although maybe that's because they rarely meet up in public.

Whenever they do go outside together, however, Jimin surprisingly finds that it's kind of fun to have this hidden extra layer to his relationship with Yoongi that people don't know about. They'll act like friends, albeit somewhat touchy friends, and Jimin loves how no one knows that his 'friend' sucked his dick not even twenty-four hours ago.

He's pretty sure that the excitement of being secretive will fade at some point, but he'll take it for now, loving the way they'll both be all worked up by the time they get to one of their homes again, immediately pushing each other against the nearest wall and kissing each other senseless as if to stake their claim, to show that they do belong to one another, even if other people aren't allowed to see it.

They have some of their hottest sex at those moments, so for now Jimin definitely won't complain.

It's a few weeks into what they've by now officially confirmed to be their relationship when Jimin meets Yoongi's friends, even if it's by accident.

Seokjin, Yoongi's until then mysterious penthouse contact, apparently needs eggs but has run out, making him run down to Yoongi's, which Jimin becomes aware of when there's suddenly a broad-shouldered, tall, stunning man entering the living room, Yoongi a flustered, apologetic mess next to him.

Seokjin is apparently the type to milk such moments to the max, teasing Yoongi relentlessly about how red he's turning all while telling Jimin that he's heard so much about him, winking while he says it to ensure that Jimin also starts blushing, and before they know it they've been roped into having dinner with both Seokjin and his boyfriend Namjoon in the penthouse.

Luckily, it turns out to be absolutely lovely, both Namjoon and Seokjin – who were apparently Yoongi's friends that were making out on the dance floor the day that Yoongi and Jimin met – being genuinely kind and interested in Jimin, and soon it's Jimin and Seokjin teaming up against Yoongi in teasing him, making Yoongi grumble about never taking Jimin there again when they make their way home that night.

A lie, as is evident by the small, pleased smile on Yoongi's lips when he softly admits in bed how happy he is that Jimin gets along with his friends, and indeed they start seeing the other couple every now and then from then onwards.

With Jimin having met Yoongi's friends Taehyung demands to get introduced too, and after another successful night of introductions it starts to feel properly real, their lives slowly intertwining.

Even their colleagues know now, even if Yoongi and he are officially just friends. Friends who pick each other up from work to go on dates. Special friends.

Soon, the only major party in Jimin's life that doesn't know about Yoongi yet is Jimin's family, and the more time passes, the more it bugs Jimin. Unlike Yoongi, he is close with his family, close enough to talk to his parents on the phone every few days and message his little brother often, and to keep this huge part of his life from them feels horrible.

He wants them to know, wants them to meet Yoongi and see how great he is, to support the both of them.

But the big question is: will they?

They've never really talked about queerness at home so Jimin really can't estimate how they'll handle the news, and the mere idea of them being disgusted and maybe even breaking off contact has Jimin feeling heartbroken.

In the end, it starts feeling like he simply can't keep the news from them anymore, though, constantly needing to catch himself in conversations when he's about to say something about Yoongi, and it's with Yoongi holding him to his chest in order to keep him from breaking down in tears that Jimin finally calls his parents, asking if he can come by for dinner sometime soon.

Just for dinner, which by itself must already feel suspicious, but Jimin can't handle the thought of planning to sleep over only for them to kick him out.

It turns into a little trip down to Busan with the two of them, Jimin dropping Yoongi off at the hotel they booked for the night and driving on to his parents, finding at least some comfort in how Yoongi is a mere fifteen minutes' drive away in case things go south.

Luckily, to his surprise things actually go relatively well.

Jimin is such a trembling mess by the time he arrives at his parents' place that they instantly know something's up, and Jimin doesn't even get through his whole confession before he's crying hysterically.

That's the bad part of the evening, but the good part comes when his mom directly sits down next to him on the couch and hugs him tightly, telling him they love him, that they'll never kick him out no matter what, and the evening ends with both his parents still rather in shock about the news, but not hateful about it.

They do express their disappointment at probably not getting a wedding and grandkids, they do say they need time to process this and that they probably won't be ready to meet Yoongi for a while, but that's fine, Jimin understands that.

As long as he can still have them in his life while at the same time being honest about who he is and who he loves he's okay.

And with how Jimin is starting to feel like Yoongi might stay around for a long while, they'll inevitably be ready to meet him at some point, after which they'll surely grow to love Yoongi, too.

Jimin decides not to believe any differently.

With Yoongi having been fitted into Jimin's daily life so seamlessly in so many ways, both Jimin's friends and family now aware of their relationship too, it feels like Jimin has properly settled into his relationship with a man, except for one single thing.

They still haven't had anal sex yet. Or, at least, not with Jimin being on the receiving side.

In Yoongi's words, they've left Jimin's prostate at peace until now.

Working up to anal with Yoongi bottoming had been a gradual process, with Jimin first simply pressing a finger to Yoongi's hole while jerking him off, loving what kind of pleasure that simple action clearly already brought Yoongi, then slowly going further to actually fingering him while getting him off, and then finally and only recently going for full penetrative sex.

Fucking Yoongi might legitimately have been the hottest thing Jimin has ever experienced, feeling Yoongi's warm tightness around him while seeing Yoongi slowly fall apart at his doing, Yoongi's body trembling in his arms, and it was beautiful to see Yoongi indeed experience something greater than a typical orgasm, the effect lasting longer and seeming far more intense.

While Jimin had already tentatively been thinking about them trying out anal play on himself together before fucking Yoongi, he has surely been thinking about it a lot more since then, because he can't deny: it seems like an experience you want to go through at some point, if only just to try it out and see if it feels as good as it apparently can feel.

It comes to a point where Jimin finds himself on the brink of suggesting it during sex more and more often, chickening out at the last moment, until one night.

They're staying over at Yoongi's place, something that's grown a bit more common than staying over at Jimin's just because Jimin loves the luxury (and the swimming pool) that comes with Yoongi's apartment, and they've been making out for a while, Yoongi now trailing hot kisses down Jimin's belly, surely about to suck him off.

And that's when Jimin finally dares to blurt out: "I'm ready now."

When Yoongi looks up at him, raising a single eyebrow, he clarifies: "To try anal. But just, like, with your fingers? If you're up for it?"

That makes Yoongi halt, sitting up with his legs straddling Jimin's hips.

"Are you sure?"

Jimin quickly sits up, too, making sure to look Yoongi in the eye even if he feels a bit shy.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I've been thinking about it for a while, about trying this out, and… and I want to do it. Just like this first, and then… Well, we can see. If you also want to, of course?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes playfully. "Of course I want to, what kind of question is that? Have you even met yourself? I just want to make sure you're ready for it. But if you are, then of course, let's go see if I can find that elusive prostate of yours…"

It's as easy as that, and soon Jimin finds himself lying on his back, Yoongi sitting in between his legs with a bottle of lube and a packet of wet wipes next to him.

Jimin is nervous, for sure, scared that it won't feel nice, but at the same time he's curious, far more so than he is nervous.

It will be fine, surely. Yoongi is experienced at this and he has proven himself to be incredibly attentive and wonderful, so it will be a good experience no matter what.

Right?

A kiss getting placed on his knee pulls Jimin out of his own head, and he finds Yoongi looking at him fondly.

"You absolutely sure? We seriously don't have to –"

"I'm sure. I promise."

Jimin makes sure to put his conviction in his voice, and Yoongi looks at him for a moment more before nodding, kissing his knee once more.

"Alright. In that case: I'll start with blowing you, and will slowly start touching your rim while I'm at it, okay? You can obviously stop me at any moment."

At Jimin's nod, Yoongi suddenly moves up, leaning a hand on the mattress next to Jimin's head and cupping Jimin's neck with his free hand, surprising Jimin with a soft but lingering kiss.

He has a smile on his face when he pulls back, whispering a soft "Okay" and pecking Jimin's lips once more before moving down again, and it might have been such a small gesture but it leaves Jimin smiling like a fool, half of his nerves having already dissipated with that single kiss.

Yoongi knows him so well by now, and Jimin loves it.

He also loves the by now very familiar feeling of Yoongi's lips wrapping around his dick, and he moans as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back.

Yoongi is and stays ridiculously good at this (even if Jimin has by now learned most of his tricks too), and Jimin's body relaxes more and more as Yoongi takes him deeper, Jimin's hand finding Yoongi's head and sliding into his hair, softly stroking his scalp as Yoongi moves.

Soon, Yoongi starts fondling his balls at the same time, making Jimin's breath hitch, and he stays there for a moment before softly caressing further downwards, over Jimin's taint and ending at his hole.

While it doesn't feel bad, Jimin on instinct tenses up, but Yoongi just stays there, gentle as can be as he moves his fingers in small circles, and Jimin breathes out deeply, slowly relaxing again.

It's then that Yoongi moves away from Jimin's cock for a moment, fingers staying in place as he softly asks: "You good?"

At Jimin's soft "Yeah, I'm good," he kisses Jimin's inner thigh, rubbing his cheek against it like a cat before saying: "Good. Then I'll add some lube now, okay?"

While the coldness of the lube has Jimin tensing up for a moment again, he soon relaxes, and to his surprise it already starts feeling quite nice.

HIs rim is more sensitive than he had expected, the light pressure Yoongi puts on it while taking him back into his mouth adding a certain kind of odd but pleasant extra effect to the blowjob, and he surprisingly finds himself getting lost in it, in the feeling itself but also in the anticipation of the moment that Yoongi will finally slip his finger in.

He has played this game with Yoongi before, teasing and teasing before finally slipping his finger in, but he can only appreciate the full extent of the effect now, whining in unexpected frustration when Yoongi keeps almost doing it, only to pull back again.

Jimin is quickly approaching the edge now, the excitement of what's almost happening only riling him up faster, but of course Yoongi notices, pulling off to instead place kisses around Jimin's dick, waiting until he calms down a bit before starting back up again.

For a moment, Jimin thinks Yoongi will just tease him further like this, making him wait for ages until actually doing it, but then Yoongi takes him down deep, and at the same time his finger slips in.

Jimin immediately tenses up, a loud gasp falling from his lips, but Yoongi has already pulled out again, only to softly push back in with the next bob of his head.

Fuck.

It certainly didn't feel like that when Jimin tried it himself.

He can't quite describe it: it's not like the sensation of Yoongi pumping his finger in and out of him is particularly pleasant by itself, but combined with the stimulation of Yoongi's mouth it does feel good, in a weirdly hypnotising way.

There's just something about having those two sensations occur in sync, something warm wrapping around him while something pushes into him, that creates a delicious added effect, and Jimin's head spins, his brow knitting as he tries to wrap his mind around what he's experiencing, especially once Yoongi adds an extra finger and the sensation only intensifies.

Jimin is just getting used to the sensation a bit when Yoongi pushes his fingers in deeper on the next bob of his head, curling them inwards, and he only needs to repeat that movement a few times before an unfamiliar pleasure starts spreading from where Yoongi is touching him, Jimin's thighs beginning to shake as a low moan escapes his lips.

Ah, so that's where it is.

And okay, he can now see why people would choose to bottom, because this feels fucking good.

Whereas first it had mostly just been the motion of something pressing in and out of him that had felt nice in an odd and surprising way, now there's this certain area that sends sparks through his veins whenever Yoongi brushes over it, the feeling intensifying with every repeat of the movement, and Jimin finds himself making little sounds every time it happens, completely overwhelmed.

It feels like nothing he has felt before, and while a large part of him wants to let the experience wash over him, there's another part that's suddenly feeling weirdly vulnerable, lying here uncovered, naked and open while he's experiencing something this intense, and he's softly whining before he knows it: "Yoongi… Yoongi, I – I need –"

He cuts off when Yoongi pulls out of him, the feeling so alien that he only feels more overwhelmed, and he's already grabbing at Yoongi by the time Yoongi gently asks what he wants.

"Want you here, please…"

It takes Yoongi a moment, Jimin glancing down with lidded eyes at how he quickly cleans his fingers with a wet wipe, but then his body is finally moving to cover his, Yoongi's elbows coming to lean on either side of his head.

"Hey, lovely, you okay –?"

He doesn't get to properly finish before Jimin is already pressing their lips together, pulling him closer with both arms. Jimin doesn't know quite what he's experiencing, but he knows he needs Yoongi close, as close as he can be, shielding him from the world and being gentle and kind with him.

Luckily Yoongi obeys gladly, kissing him back deeply while holding him tight, and soon Jimin's whole body is buzzing with the electric feeling of their naked bodies brushing against each other, a weird feeling of safety flowing through him now that he's in Yoongi's arms, Yoongi's body enveloping him from all sides.

It makes him feel an unexpected neediness, barely letting Yoongi breathe in between kisses, hands unable to stay still where they're pulling Yoongi closer, squeezing his flesh.

Jimin moans loudly when Yoongi moves away from his lips only to kiss his neck, sucking and nipping a path across it, and it feels like all his nerve-endings are alight, not quite having experienced this exact level of being turned on and needy before.

He almost wishes the sensations of before could continue but then with Yoongi staying where he is, kissing Jimin and blanketing him with his body in this way that makes him feel so safe, and they heatedly make out for a bit longer before Jimin realises: there is actually a way of doing that.

That is, Yoongi could fuck him.

It's a crazy idea to already entertain, Jimin knows that, but at the same time now that he has thought about it he can't stop doing so, and he mulls the idea over as best as he can while feeling as dazed as he feels before finally giving in.

"Yoongi, fuck me."

Instantly, all Yoongi's movements halt, wide eyes staring down at him.

"What?"

Weirdly enough, Yoongi's bewilderment makes Jimin feel even more confident in his decision.

"I want you to fuck me."

"You -?" Yoongi's eyes only grow wider as he shakes his head softly, as if trying to compute but failing. "But -? You mean now?"

Jimin can't help it: he giggles, leaning up to give Yoongi a quick peck, just for looking so cutely confused.

"Yes, now. I know that it hadn't been the plan, but… but I want it. I want to keep you close, but I also want to come. In that way. I promise I'm sure, and if I change my mind we'll just stop. Okay?"

It takes a bit more convincing, but then Yoongi seems to finally accept that this is actually happening, sitting up.

"Okay. Do you want to use a condom?"

At Jimin's confused look – they've both gotten tested months ago and therefore haven't used condoms at all – Yoongi smirks. "Well, not everyone likes the feeling of sperm in their ass, you know?"

Jimin immediately feels his cheeks heat up.

Right, that's a thing.

He feels kind of silly for not thinking of how it might feel to have someone come inside of you earlier when he'd been the one fucking Yoongi, and he feels shy when he softly asks: "Uh, can that feel bad?"

He looks on as Yoongi scrunches his nose, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "Honestly? Just feels like you need to shit, and then you do and poop out sperm. Nothing all too surprising, really..."

Jimin definitely sees the funniness in going from a hot make out session with chance of sex to talking about poop, and he giggles for a moment before managing to playfully say: "Alright, hyung, give me the full experience. Fill me up!"

That has Yoongi laughing too, leaning his forehead against Jimin's shoulder, both their bodies shaking as they giggle at the silliness of the situation before Yoongi finally leans up again, kissing him softly.

"Fine then, I'll fill you up, just because you asked for it so nicely…"

It takes them some time to work back up to it, just kissing and caressing each other for a while, Yoongi's hand moving down to slowly jerk Jimin off, but then Yoongi gets more lube, asking Jimin one more time if he's absolutely sure before testing if he's still stretched enough, directly lubing up his dick.

Then, there's just a soft moment of Yoongi hovering over Jimin, looking down at him so fondly until he softly says: "Ready?"

At Jimin's nod, he reaches down to guide himself forwards, and Jimin gasps, hands flying up to hold onto Yoongi's shoulders, as he feels the blunt pressure of Yoongi's dick against his entrance, automatically clenching once again.

"Relax for me, lovely… I know it's weird, but as if you're pressing something out."

It is weird to do that, the whole thing feeling very counter-intuitive, and it takes Jimin a moment to actually get his body to obey, but then he suddenly feels Yoongi slipping in, a loud gasp escaping his throat as his body clenches even harder than before.

It's too late now, though: Yoongi is already in, and no amount of clenching can stop that.

It feels very, very odd, the way his body is automatically trying to fix the situation without succeeding, but Yoongi just gently cups his neck, leaning his forehead against his.

"Just breathe, pretty, breathe and relax, it's okay…"

He moves away only to press soft kisses across the side of Jimin's face, and Jimin's arms tighten around him as he tries to indeed relax, doing his best to simply let the experience wash over him.

And then he actually feels his muscles loosening up somewhat, and the next moment Yoongi is slipping in further, whispering soft encouragements into his ear.

It feels like something unstoppable now, Yoongi's dick sliding deeper and deeper as if Jimin's body is simply giving way to it, almost sucking it in, and before Jimin knows it Yoongi is telling him that this is it, that this is all of him.

He did it.

It's a crazy experience, feeling something warm, hard and big inside of you like this, and Jimin breathes in short puffs, trying to wrap his head around the feeling.

Yoongi is in him.

He's literally being fucked right now: this is it. This is what it's all about.

"You good? Does it feel okay?"

Yoongi's slightly worried tone gets Jimin out of his head, and he blinks up at him, a small smile growing on his face.

"You're in me…"

Yoongi huffs in surprise, a small smile growing on his face, too.  "Yeah, I am."

"That's crazy."

Jimin isn't exactly feeling aroused anymore, just in awe, and when his body automatically clenches around the intrusion again and Yoongi jolts softly in response, he checks, eyes wide: "Can you feel that?"

He loves the way Yoongi's smile grows even wider as he shakes his head, clearly surrendering to Jimin's whims once again.

"Yeah, I can feel that, quite obviously. It's me that you're clenching around…"

Yeah, okay, that makes sense, and Jimin giddily throws back a "Right" before adding, a bit shyer: "Does it feel good?"

That has Yoongi leaning his forehead against his again, his eyes closing for a moment. "Feels fucking amazing. Tight and warm and absolutely perfect. You're perfect."

It's probably stupid to feel this pleased about that, but Jimin can't help himself, warmth spreading through his chest even if he playfully teases: "You're sappy."

But Yoongi just swoops down to kiss him softly, a small smirk on his face as he pulls back just enough to say: "But I'm right."

"Hm, maybe," Jimin acquiesces, only to add: "Now kiss me?"

They kiss softly, quite at odds with how Yoongi is literally inside of him at this moment, but it's exactly what Jimin desires right now, needing the time to get used to the whole situation before taking it any further.

The more they kiss, the more Jimin's body seems to accept the intrusion, his muscles relaxing further, and soon it actually starts to feel pleasant in a way, warmth spreading through his gut again.

It makes him kiss Yoongi a bit harder, pull him a bit closer, and he gasps when it makes Yoongi shift inside of him, sparks shooting through his veins.

Oh.

He doesn't even ask Yoongi to do it again, simply moving both hands down to cup Yoongi's ass and pull his hips closer, and his back instantly arches when the same feeling courses through him again, his head tipping back.

Fuck.

He's about to repeat the movement when Yoongi slowly pulls his hips back a bit himself before pushing back in, whispering in his ear: "If you want me to move all you have to do is ask, sweetheart…"

His voice is so low and rumbly that a shiver travels down Jimin's spine, and he feels overwhelmed but now in the best way as he breathes out: "Yes. Move. Please."

Yoongi directly obeys, pulling out a bit further this time before pushing back in, and Jimin moans loudly, his whole body singing with the sensation.

It doesn't make any sense but the simple feeling of Yoongi's cock dragging across his inner walls feels ridiculously good, as if the amount of nerve endings there has suddenly multiplied a thousand fold, and Jimin whimpers when Yoongi repeats the motion again, not even feeling recovered from the last wave of pleasure when the next hits.

Soon, he's desperately clinging onto Yoongi's shoulders, hiding his face in Yoongi's neck as Yoongi moves within him, whimpering brokenly with every thrust, and he's sure he's never felt this way before: so vulnerable, so overwhelmed with pleasure and at the same time so deeply connected to Yoongi.

It's like letting yourself fall backwards and knowing you'll be caught before you hit the ground: it's still thrilling, your belly swooping with the sensation, but there's also the deep trust that you're safe, that you can let go.

That feeling is only confirmed when on a particularly long thrust Jimin whines Yoongi's name, too overwhelmed to even know why he's doing it, only for Yoongi to nuzzle even closer to him, voice soft as can be as he says: "I've got you, baby, I've got you…"

It's the last push Jimin needs to properly let go, not even trying to control the sounds he makes anymore as he simply lets Yoongi take him, linking his legs around Yoongi's hips and just letting his body roll with the movement of Yoongi's hips, eyes closed as he lets the waves of pleasure roll over him.

It's such an odd but incredible feeling to suddenly have two hotspots of pleasure, Jimin's cock trapped between their bodies while Yoongi hits his prostate on every thrust, and the sensation intensifies tenfold when Yoongi drops a hand down, loosely fisting Jimin's cock.

Things unravel quickly then, Jimin's orgasm undeniably approaching fast, but it's different. Normally, it's a fast feeling, starting at the head of Jimin's cock and spreading from there, but now it's slower, a deep warmth radiating from his groin through his whole body, intensifying further and further.

It steals Jimin's breath, and he's breathing in short, staccato puffs as the feeling just builds and builds, only vaguely hearing the hurt little sounds he's letting out on every exhale, the rush of blood in his ears drowning out everything else.

Yoongi is thrusting fast now, his own breathing ragged against the side of Jimin's face, and with every thrust Jimin thinks he's going to tip over the edge now, only for the tension to coil even tighter, his pleasure cresting higher and higher.

And then, on a particularly sharp thrust from Yoongi, it suddenly snaps, and Jimin is freefalling, overwhelming pleasure radiating from his core while his body spasms out of his control around Yoongi's cock, a loud gasp leaving him as his whole upper body curls forward, vision blacking out for a moment.

He's vaguely aware of Yoongi speeding up even further, the sensation only making the rush of pleasure last longer, and then Yoongi is shaking too, moaning out brokenly as he thrusts sharply a last time, his body collapsing on top of Jimin's.

Jimin is glad that Yoongi apparently has the presence of mind to quickly lift himself up again to give Jimin some room to breathe because he definitely couldn't have found the words himself, all his extremities prickling as if receiving tiny electric shocks while his lungs work desperately to catch up on all the air he missed out on just now.

Holy fucking shit.

Jimin can't even find the words for what happened just now, and instead he just focuses on breathing, eyes still closed, enjoying the aftershocks that are still running through his body, the way his blood seems to buzz through his veins.

Yoongi starts pressing soft kisses across his neck and shoulder at some point, and all Jimin can do is hum softly in pleasure, his hands twitching limply when he tries to move them from where they'd fallen to his sides.

"I take it that felt good?" Yoongi softly whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice, and Jimin still refuses to open his eyes as he smiles too, shaking his head a bit.

"Good? Yoongi, that –"

He shakes his head again, smile widening further as he settles on: "What the fuck. That's – I'm not sure if I'm ever going to function again. Seriously. I think my arms stopped working…"

The sound of Yoongi chuckling has Jimin finally opening his eyes in slits, directly squinting even further as his pupils adjust to the light, but he still manages to find Yoongi's gaze, heart skipping a beat at how debauched and rosy Yoongi's face looks, hair cascading loosely around his head and forming a little curtain around the both of them.

Jimin abruptly realises that Yoongi is still in him, and everything just feels so intimate, so vulnerable but in such an amazingly good way, that he's suddenly surprisingly close to tears.

He has to stop himself from blurting out something stupid like I love you – not the time to say that for the first time, for sure – and he suddenly feels all raw and needy as he whispers hoarsely: "Hold me?"

There's a fond "Of course," and then Jimin grimaces as Yoongi gently pulls out, Yoongi rushing through grabbing some wet wipes to clean up the worst of the mess before crawling back up, rolling to his side and pulling Jimin against him.

"Like this?"

Jimin can only hum, cuddling even closer into Yoongi's hold, and they lie like that for a while, Yoongi tracing soft lines across Jimin's naked back, before Jimin grimaces again, pulling back a bit to face Yoongi.

"Okay, you weren't lying: this feels like…"

He scrunches his nose, and Yoongi laughs before finishing for him: "Like you need to shit?"

Even though it's an accurate assessment Jimin still throws Yoongi a glare, although it quickly morphs into a soft smile when Yoongi helps him up, gently holding his elbow to make sure he's steady on his legs when Jimin gets up from the bed.

Quickly making his way over to the toilet, Jimin is happy to realise that the come inside of him at least doesn't leak out the way it did with his ex-girlfriends, his rim apparently quite a stronger muscle than vaginal ones, and he shakes his head at the realisation that he really never expected that he'd ever have this knowledge.

Life is funny sometimes with how it brings you to places and people you never imagined for yourself.

Lucky for Jimin, he's very, very happy at where and with whom he ended up.

Even if he's about to shit out sperm.

He gently makes his way through cleaning himself, still feeling all languid and at peace, and he feels even better when he comes back to a clean bed, Yoongi smiling softly at him as he says that he thought Jimin would probably prefer clean sheets to cuddle in.

He very much does, and he wastes no time cuddling up close to Yoongi again, pulling him half on top of himself before nuzzling into his hair, arms tightening around him.

They just lie like that for a bit, cosy, warm and sleepy, until Jimin finally whispers: "I'm glad it was you…"

Yoongi jolts slightly, as if he'd been about to drift off.

"Huh?"

"That I did this with you. You were right about the vulnerability, but… it feels right to be vulnerable with you. To be open, and –"

Jimin abruptly realises how what he just said could be interpreted, and he scrunches his nose as he quickly says: "Ugh, that sounded wrong."

Yoongi is already softly laughing, though, voice playful as he says: "Well, to be fair, you were open, but…"

His voice goes softer, fonder. "But I get what you mean. I feel the same way with you…"

"Like you want to be open for me? Is that a proposal?"

Yoongi laughs again. "Sure, any time you want to…"

That has Jimin smiling softly against Yoongi's hair, stifling a yawn. "Hm, I'll definitely take you up on that some time, but not now. Let's enjoy the clean sheets for a bit, hm?"

Yoongi just hums back, clearly again in the process of nodding off, but before he can do so Jimin squeezes him, whispering: "Thank you."

"For?"

"For hitting on me in the club; that had more positive consequences than I could have ever imagined…"

Yoongi snorts against his neck. "That's not something you should thank me for, but fine. You're welcome."

Then, softer: "Thank you for letting me, for giving me a chance…"

He's already fading off at the end of the sentence, so close to sleep that Jimin decides to leave it at this, just pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi's crown before closing his eyes himself, quickly drifting off to the gentle rhythm of Yoongi's heartbeat against his own.

Jimin looks at his red suit, running his hand over it before pulling it out of his closet.

Almost six months since he last wore this, on an evening that ended up completely changing his life.

It almost feels wrong to put it on again, some part of Jimin wanting to keep it safe forever as a reminder of that one night, but it is also his prettiest suit, and therefore fits perfectly for his work event of the day.

He'll just have to be really careful not to spill drinks on it, he supposes.

Jimin gets through the event just fine, greeting the right people, bowing and shaking hands and smiling politely while keeping an eye on their company's young talents, and it's only when he's finally in the elevator on his way back to his car that he suddenly gets an idea.

It's not that late yet, which means Yoongi is surely still awake, which means…

It's probably a silly idea, too close to tempting fate, but still Jimin finds himself in the closest supermarket some ten minutes later, looking over their meagre assortment of flowers.

Yes, it's corny what he's doing, but it just needs to be done anyway, and he doesn't doubt himself again as he picks out a still somewhat fresh-looking bouquet of red, yellow and peach roses.

That doesn't mean his heart isn't pounding when he gets to Yoongi's building, waving at the receptionist who has by now learned to let him through without needing to confirm with Yoongi.

It's a ridiculous fear to have, but what if the same thing will happen again as happened six months ago?

Jimin trusts Yoongi, he really does, but the memory of seeing this random half-naked guy in the doorway of his girlfriend's apartment is still fresh in his mind, and Jimin literally shakes his head to snap himself out of it.

This is Yoongi, it's not the same.

By the time Jimin rings the doorbell he's sure he's bright red, feeling incredibly silly with his bouquet held in front of him, but he perseveres, heart speeding up further when he hears footsteps approaching from behind the door.

"Jimin?"

Yoongi looks at him with big eyes as soon as he opens the door, gaze dropping down to the bouquet and eyes growing even bigger before he looks up again.

"Here," Jimin just says, holding out the bouquet. "For you. I hope there aren't any half-naked guys hiding in your house? Because that would be really, really ironic, and not at all in line with the vibes I was going for tonight…"

Jimin can literally see understanding starting to dawn upon Yoongi's face, and the next moment a huge smile grows on his lips.

"Nope, no half-naked guys here. At least, not yet…"

He wiggles his eyebrows at the last part, making Jimin laugh, too, and Jimin feels the last of his nerves slipping off of him, replaced by so, so much fondness.

Of course nothing would go wrong with Yoongi: Yoongi is lovely and kind and loyal and maybe, maybe the love of Jimin's life.

He's also clearly feeling rather flustered about the flowers, his voice suddenly soft as he points at them.

"So… so these are for me?"

It's absolutely adorable, and Jimin steps a bit closer, handing over the flowers at the same time that he drops a kiss to Yoongi's cheek.

"Yeah, they're for you. I hope you like them."

To see Yoongi with this big bouquet of roses in his hands, cheeks a pretty pink and the softest smile on his face as he looks down at them, does something to Jimin, and he's just about to move in to kiss Yoongi silly when he's stopped in his tracks by Yoongi speaking up, finding his gaze.

"I love them. I love you. Thank you."

Oh, that's new.

They still hadn't said it yet for some reason, even if Jimin had felt it every day during the past weeks (or even months?) in the way they looked at each other, touched each other, kissed each other, but now the words are there, and he's suddenly close to tearing up as he croaks: "I love you, too. Have for a while now…"

He half-laughs, half-sniffles as he adds: "So I'm really fucking glad there wasn't a half-naked guy in your house."

Jimin lets himself be pulled into Yoongi's apartment, the door closing behind them as Yoongi leans in.

"As I said: not yet. But I have a feeling that will change very soon…"

And as they kiss each other, the flowers almost getting crushed between them before Yoongi quickly but gently lays them aside, Jimin thinks to himself: maybe it was never a phase, this thing with Yoongi.

Because it very much feels like forever.