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In the heart of Seattle, the Blades prepared for the first hockey game of the season while Jimin prepared for his on-camera debut. "How do I look?" He asked Jungkook, his cameraman, while fidgeting with his mic. "Like a real reporter?"

Jungkook tinkered with his lens. "You look like you're about to faint. Are you sure you're ready for your first big TV spot?"

Out on the ice, Jimin's favorite team was warming up for the big game ahead. Scraping skates filled the air, anticipation built in the stands. A familiar flutter of nerves bloomed in Jimin's chest at the thought of going live on television. "Born ready." He smiled. "I've loved this team for years. One day, I'll be reporting on them from the newsroom."

"First you gotta get a quote." Jungkook reminded him. "You know the team captain is…difficult."

"The captain's not a problem." Jimin said. "He's just a little…feisty. I mean, it's hockey. Breaking the glass is part of the appeal." He glanced up just as the Blades' infamous captain raced past, the icy breeze ruffling the hair around Jimin's ears. He was so close, Jimin could see the perspiration dripping down his brow, curving along his jawline. "There he is…Yoongi Min. Whatever you think about Yoongi, you've gotta admit he's the best player on the team. Possibly top ten in the league."

"But he's also the most unpredictable." Jungkook pointed out.

Jimin smiled. "And that's what makes him such good television, Jungkook."

Jungkook blinked. "He sent the last reporter out in tears. He's refused to speak to anyone since-"

"The championship last year." Jimin nodded. "I know."

On the ice, Yoongi braked, the ice spraying as he pivoted to line up his next shot. "Look alive, Kim!" He moved so fast it was almost a blur, his speed and power driving the puck across the ice and right through the bulky leg pads of his teammate. "Score! You're getting soft, Kim!"

Namjoon Kim, the most laid-back goalie in the league, grinned as the two of them bumped elbows. "Maybe you're just that good, Cap. That legendary speed's gonna win us this game."

"We'll see." Yoongi said, suddenly serious. "Don't let anyone else get that shot past you."

Jimin knew he was staring but Yoongi was magnetic. He could track another bead of sweat as it curved down his temple, kissed along the sharp line of his jaw. Yoongi paused as if he could feel Jimin's gaze and looked away from the goal right at him. "Uh, Jimin, look out!" Jimin jerked back into his body at Jungkook's warning, whipping around just in time to see a fan with an open container tripping toward him. An ice-cold wave of soda splashed down his front. In shock, he stumbled back and right onto the ice. His feet slid out from under him, and he crashed down to his ass. His head pounded as he struggled to get his bearings only to see one of the Blades defenders slicing straight toward him. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the player could pivot.

Then an iron grip wrapped around Jimin's waist, pulling him to safety. "What the hell are you doing?" Yoongi asked him. "Get off the ice!" Even as the chill air on his bare skin called forth goosebumps, heat bloomed in Jimin's cheeks. He was in Yoongi Min's arms, his jersey knotted in Jimin's hands. Yoongi's stormy scowl warred with the tender touch as he cradled Jimin to his chest. Slowly, Jimin released. Yoongi's jersey from his grip but the fire in his cheeks only burner hotter. "Do you have some kind of death wish?"

"I didn't fall on purpose!" Jimin exclaimed. "Clearly I'm not wearing any skates and obviously I didn't intend to fall on my ass!"

Yoongi's eyes flashed but not with anger. Interest. Curiosity. "Unusual way to say thank you." His body was so close Jimin could feel him holding his breath.

The lack of distance between them had Jimin's dick stirring in his pants, and he begged his body not to betray him in that moment. "I'm sure you're used to people kissing your ass for a favor. Not me though."

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, but he took Jimin's cue, carefully setting him down on solid ground. "Usually people don't talk to me like that."

"Can't imagine why." Jimin shrugged. "You're a ray of sunshine."

"They're not brave enough." Yoongi corrected him. "And as courageous as you might be, you got a little something on your shirt." He looked past Jimin an clocked Jungkook as well as the camera he was holding. "It'd take some guts to go on air like that. I can see that you're a little cold." Jimin looked down to see that the wet fabric of shirt was clinging to his body, clearly displaying his hardened nipples, which definitely were because of the temperature in the rink and not for any other reason.

Jungkook grimaced over the state of Jimin while Yoongi continued to linger just on the ice. "Our boss is going to hate this! He already thinks you're not prepared! And the memes, Jimin, they'll be relentless!"

Jimin grabbed a napkin from the nearby bleachers, dabbing furiously at the dark caramel stain spreading over his chest. "What do you want me to do? Strip naked for the ratings instead?"

"It'd get me to watch." Yoongi mused.

Across the rink, the referee blew the whistle, signaling the Blades to finish their warmup. "Only a few minutes until we're live." Jimin started to panic. "How am I supposed to get my lines out when my teeth are chattering?"

"Don't be so pessimistic!" Jungkook exclaimed. "This will have to be the quickie version, but I always have a backup." He hurried to his gear and pulled out some folded-up clothes, holding them out to Jimin.

"Great." Jimin said. "Now where am I going to change."

Yoongi glanced over to the Blades players lining up along the bench as the Seals poured into the rink. "We can use the player tunnel." He offered. "I'll even stand guard and defend your honor."

Jimin didn't even give the consequences a second thought. He followed Yoongi to the player tunnel, hurrying after his heavy footsteps. "Are you sure no one will see me in here?"

Yoongi gave him a pointed look. The added height of his skates had him towering half a foot over Jimin, the bulk of his gear eclipsing the rink beyond. "No one's gonna see you. And if they try, I can always punch them."

"Then I'm in good hands." Jimin said. "The last thing I need is for my boss to see me like this with a Blades player. Especially you."

Yoongi's eyes followed the deft dance of Jimin's hands as he began to peel his shirt off, drinking in each inch of skin Jimin unveiled. Jimin thrummed with anticipation as Yoongi's gaze burned a trail down to his navel. "I can see why. Pretty compromising position for you."

"You're right." Jimin said. "Enjoy it while you can. Take it as my way of saying thank you." He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, baring his shoulders to the icy air.

Yoongi's eyes drifted down, his gaze hazy. "Hell of a show of gratitude." Spurred forth by the fire in Yoongi's eyes, Jimin popped the buckle of his belt. The metallic sound echoed in the long hall. "Are you baiting me? That's cute." His eyes flicked down to Jimin's pelvis then back up.

"I prefer the term confident." Jimin said as Yoongi held Jungkook's clothes out to him.

"Well your confidence could take less time." Yoongi said. "Unless you want to go on TV shirtless after all."

Fans cheered in the stadium beyond as the opposing team's warmup came to an end. The game was only minutes away. "The great Yoongi Min's scared of being tardy?" Jimin smirked.

Yoongi gave him a flat look. "We both have jobs to do." Jimin toyed with the clothes, weighing his options. Yoongi shifted from foot to foot, his shoulder pads rustling under his jersey. Jimin grinned as he slowly, so slowly, unfolded the pants Jungkook had provided, pulling a groan from Yoongi. "I thought you were short on time." But he was still looking at Jimin, his exposed skin, the curve of his ass, as if imagining how it would fit in his hands.

"Hey, you're looking at me in my underwear." Jimin said. "What else could you want?"

"Peace." Yoongi deadpanned.

Jimin let Yoongi watch as he pulled the pants up over his thighs. Let his eyes track as he tugged the shirt over his shoulders followed by the blazer. "Well?"

Yoongi glanced away as if the spell had finally broken now that Jimin was clothed. "It's better than soda shirt." He scooped said shirt off the ground and held it out to Jimin, almost as if daring him to take it. "You want this back?"

"Keep it." Jimin smiled. "Thanks for standing guard."

"Even a forward's gotta play defense every once in a while." Yoongi mused. "But from here on out, don't expect any more favors from me. This was a one-time thing."

"Don't speak too soon." Jimin said. "I was hoping to get to know you better."

Yoongi scoffed quietly. "I can imagine. Must be why you never bothered to introduce yourself."

Jimin extended a hand and Yoongi looked at it with an unreadable expression. "Jimin Park, new sideline reporter for the Blades. I'll be with you all season."

Instead of taking his hand, Yoongi bent down to drink from the water fountain. He wiped a droplet of water from his lip with a slow swipe of his thumb. "Good luck with that, Park." A ref blew a whistle, and it echoed off the tunnel walls. Yoongi gave Jimin a brusque nod and, just like that, he was gone.

Sulk all you want, Min, Jimin thought to himself as he made his way back to the stands. I'm the one who's gonna score tonight. With a quote.

The players circled the rink, preparing for the face off. Skates sliced through the ice, fans cheered, and Jimin steeled himself to go live. "This is it." He whispered to himself as he gripped his microphone.

"Wipe that stardust off your face and focus." Jungkook said as he pointed the camera to Jimin. "I'll count you in. Three, two…" He mouthed 'one'.

Jimin smiled brightly into the camera. "Good afternoon, Blades fans. We're here at Bytech Arena as Seattle prepares to take on bitter division rivals, the San Diego Seals." He started to relax, growing more comfortable with the camera. "The Blades are out for redemption tonight after a disappointing end to last year's playoff run. No fan can forget the fateful altercation involving the Blades' star player, Yoongi Min." Just as Jimin found his groove, the teleprompter glitched and all his carefully prepared commentary disappeared from the screen. Jungkook gestured for him to keep going and Jimin tried to remember his lines as best he could. "The fight stole Min's focus. When Min is in the zone, he's unbeatable. But he let his emotions get the better of him that night and the team paid the price. Stunned fans were left wondering what could have been. That's a question that must haunt Min too. Min's redemption arc this year will require patience, dedication, and trust from all of us. And in the meantime, we hope the Blades can win the championship. Our Blades have the talent and experience. When all the players are aligned, there's no limit to what they can achieve. We could be in for an epic season." He kept his head up with confidence as he continued. "Everyone's waiting to see what the star will do, including this reporter." Jungkook cut for a commercial and Jimin heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Well? Did I do okay?"

Jungkook grinned. "You did great, and you looked great on camera too. Like a real pro."

Jimin gave Jungkook an impulsive hug of gratitude. "Only thanks to you, fashion star."

"Hey, don't wrinkle your new outfit!" Jungkook playfully pushed Jimin away. "It's still the first period."

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game. The camera panned to center ice where Yoongi and the opposing team's star prepared to face off. "Hope you said your prayers, Min." The Seal forward taunted.

"I gave thanks for the ass kicking you're about to receive." Yoongi retorted.

In the first few minutes of play, Yoongi was masterful on the ice. Jimin was already mentally preparing his post-match comments. Min silenced any doubts tonight, putting in a riveting performance. His power and control were key to--

Suddenly the Seals' forward--Yoongi's arch nemesis--tripped Yoongi with his hockey stick. "That's a dirty play!" Coach Smith called out.

Yoongi climbed back to his feet and stripped off his gloves, discarded his helmet, and rolled up his sleeves. "You wanna go, Seal pup? Let's go."

"Not again." Jungkook groaned. "Why can't he just let his team handle this?"

"Because he's Yoongi." Jimin said. "He'll always finish what someone else starts."

Yoongi ducked as his opponent swung then slammed him against the glass. "Eat ice, asshole." Yoongi stared down at the other player and lifted the edge of his jersey to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then he glanced up, locking eyes with Jimin through the glass.

Jimin was reeling from Yoongi's strength, his intensity, his passion. Jimin's lips parted of their own accord, his breath catching in his throat. Something electric charged the air between them. The power radiating from Yoongi's gaze emboldened Jimin. He kept his eyes on Yoongi--half seduction, half challenge--and pressed his fingertips to his lips, blowing the kiss the hockey player's way. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, but he couldn't help himself from catching it, closing his fingers in the air with a grin. He rewarded Jimin with a subtle, cheeky bow, his eyes never leaving Jimin's.

The crowd surged to their feet, whistling and cheering. Yoongi's gaze finally broke from Jimin's as he turned to the fans. Jimin couldn't help but sulk a bit, as he knew the bow was meant for him and only him. Then he spotted the ref closing in on Yoongi. "Match penalty! You're outta here, Min!"

The crowd erupted in outrage, but Yoongi waved them off, scowling at the ref. "Worth it." He grabbed his gloves from the ice, offering the ref a sarcastic bow before skating back to the player tunnel.

Jimin and Jungkook rushed after Yoongi before he disappeared into the locker room, but Yoongi's eyes narrowed into slits as he clocked Jungkook's gear. "What the hell are you doing back here with a camera?" Perspiration clung to his hair and the shadow of a bruise was blooming on his jaw. How was he even sexier when angry?

"I wanted to get your take on the ref's call." Jimin smiled. "Obviously."

"I said you had to keep the camera off my ass if I helped you, remember?" Yoongi spat.

Jimin's smile fell. "Well yeah but-"

Yoongi cut him off. "I meant it."

He was obviously still huffing and puffing from the fight, but Jimin knew there was a reason Yoongi hadn't walked away yet. He just needed to lure out the real him. "You helped me once. Now help me get one quote. Let's start with your attitude. You started off the season on an aggressive note. Should fans expect you to get physical every night? Or are you gonna ease up?" He held his gaze, letting a drop of sultry honey slip into his voice as he remembered the heat of Yoongi's eyes on his body.

"I don't ease up on anyone." Yoongi said stiffly. Then he pushed Jungkook's camera aside and stomped off.

"Hey!" Jungkook frowned.

Jimin rolled his eyes slightly. "Don't worry, Jungkook. I've got this." He ripped off his mic pack and rushed into the locker room after Yoongi, leaving his cameraman behind. "We need to talk about the ejection."

"I'm not in the mood." Yoongi said. "Unless you want your friend's camera in smithereens on the floor, I need to cool off. I'm hitting the showers." He peeled his jersey from his body and tossed it into his cubby.

Images of Yoongi bare and slick all over, rubbing soapy lather over his arms and chest, flashed through Jimin's mind. In his imagination, Yoongi threw back his head under the spray, slicking both hands through his damp hair and sighing with pleasure. "And once you're 'cooled off'?" Jimin asked. "You'll play nice?"

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "Are you offering to join?" He smirked in challenge, daring Jimin to say yes.

Jimin crossed his arms. "Depends on if I'm getting that quote."

"Anything's possible." Yoongi shrugged. "But if it's too much for you, that's fine. Not everyone can handle the locker room."

"Oh, I can handle it." Jimin assured him. The only hint Yoongi was surprised by that was a slight twitch of his eyebrow. When he turned, Jimin followed.

As Yoongi removed his skates, Jimin's gaze traced the contours of his toned shoulders beneath his pads. He was like a living sculpture. A sculpture that could sweat. Yoongi's discarded jersey slipped to the floor. Jimin reached out for it, but Yoongi's hand shot out to grab his wrist. "No one touches my jersey."

Jimin held his hands up in defense. "You must really think I'm bad luck. I wouldn't have guessed you were superstitious."

"All hockey players are superstitious." Yoongi deadpanned. "Wrap sticks counterclockwise, black tape only. And during the playoffs, nobody shaves."

"Anywhere?" Jimin leaned in teasingly.

Yoongi was still holding Jimin by the wrist, heat building where his thumb met Jimin's skin. "Use your imagination."

"I plan to see it in person." Jimin informed him. "The championship."

"You'll have to keep your job that long first." Yoongi snorted, dropping Jimin's wrist. He pushed forward into the next room, reaching for the straps of his gear.

Every one of Jimin's senses heightened. He heard the scrape of plastic, the sharp click of the release echoing off the tiles. The gear slid down Yoongi's body in slow motion, revealing the corded muscles of his back, the dimples at the base of his spine. Jimin swallowed thickly as the player's hockey shorts and jockstrap went next, revealing a tiny yet perky ass. "I can see why you didn't want the camera in here."

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder with a wicked grin. He knew exactly what he was doing to Jimin, and he was enjoying it. "Don't get it twisted. I'm not shy."

"Obviously."

Yoongi reached forward, the warm lights shining on his sweat slicked skin. "Paparazzi are a blight on the league."

"I work for the network." Jimin informed him. "Not a tabloid."

"Anyone who sells someone's personal life for money can't be trusted." Yoongi said.

Jimin struggled to focus on the words Yoongi was saying, rather than the way his lips formed around the syllables, how they could form around him. It got even worse as Yoongi stepped into the shower and turned to face him, Jimin fighting to keep his gaze from dropping to take a peek at what Yoongi had to offer. As the spray of the shower hit Yoongi's body, rivers of water drizzled down his chest, his ribs, droplets clinging to his eyelashes. "The paps are not real journalists." Jimin finally managed to say. "Sure, they're bloodsucking leaches peddling scandal who only care about what sells-"

"Glad we agree." Yoongi said. "You think you're so different?"

"I care about substance." Jimin said. "Human interest."

Yoongi met Jimin's eyes with a smirk. His hands slid down his stomach, pulling Jimin's gaze with them. "Well, we know that already."

"I meant I like a good story." Jimin said, his cheeks flushing as his gaze betrayed him and dipped down to Yoongi's dick--good lord he was big.

"If you say so." Yoongi said with an amused tone as Jimin's eyes snapped back up to his face. "Pass the soap?"

Jimin glanced at the soap in question. It was right next to Yoongi, perfectly in reach. Clearly, he was just trying to unnerve Jimin, and two could play that game. Jimin didn't let Yoongi seem him flinch. He reached for the soap, brushing past him, having to step even closer to avoid the spray of the showerhead. Jimin breathed steadily in as his hand closed around the bar. He brought it under the spray and intentionally let it fall right out of his hand. "Oops."

They both watched the bar of soap clatter to the tile below, spinning in the water. Yoongi sighed. "Well played. Challenge accepted." He bent over without preamble, giving Jimin a full view of his ass. Jimin's eyes hungrily drank in the stretch of muscle, the curve of his thigh as he straightened up. Yoongi saw him watched and he watched back as he slid the bar of soap over his skin, scrubbing away the grime of the game. "Not very often someone can surprise me like that. Don't tell anyone. If this gets out, it'd ruin my rep." He grinned, rinsed the soap off, shut off the water, and reached past Jimin for a fresh towel. Jimin refused to budge even as the length of Yoongi's arm brushed against his own, every nerve ending alight and sparking under his skin. Yoongi lingered there, testing Jimin, the proximity of his body almost a drug as he retrieved the towel and wrapped it around his waist. "Next time, if you want me this close, all you have to do is ask."

Jimin knew Yoongi's punches were strong, but that smile was lethal. One quirk of those lips could knock a guy flat. But Yoongi was still his interview subject. It was time to pounce. "Next time, I'll be asking you to give me answers on camera." Rigid distrust took over Yoongi's body. His shoulders stiffened and his hands curled into loose fists. "But for now, I'll settle for hearsay. We'll start with something easy. Tell me about your love for your team. You've played for the Blades your whole career. You've never been tempted to move to another team?"

"Hell no." Yoongi said without hesitation. "I started with the Blades, and I plan to finish with the Blades. This is my team."

"You're not giving me much to work with here." Jimin said.

"That's the idea." Yoongi nodded. "Glad you're finally catching on." Yoongi definitely had more walls up than the Pentagon. What was he so afraid of, Jimin couldn't help but wonder as the hockey player shouldered back out into the locker room.

Jimin continued to follow Yoongi, grim determination setting in. "Yoongi, the fans are interested in what you have to say."

"You mean you're interested in using me for your career." Yoongi said.

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "What is your problem? I won't apologize for having ambition. You don't."

Yoongi shot him a look. "Your ambition chews people up and spits them out to get ahead. Your dream is to sit at a fancy desk and gossip for a paycheck."

"That's not true-"

"You followed me in here for your job." Yoongi continued. "And I won't lie, I enjoyed it. That doesn't change what we are to each other. So let me make this crystal clear. I don't talk to reporters. And I'll make sure no one on my team does either." As he brushed past Jimin, he paused to growl in his ear, "Good luck getting your precious quote."

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"So you're really not gonna talk to me on the record for the whole season?" Jimin asked as he continued to follow Yoongi around as the hockey player got dressed in his casual clothes.

Yoongi met his gaze once more with a storm in his eyes. "Or ever. And I'll make sure the whole team does the same."

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest. "You can't ruin my career over a grudge. What have I even done to you? You barely know me."

Yoongi looked Jimin up and down like he did know him and didn't need to know more. "But I know your kind. Scavengers. You'll say anything for a good quote."

"That's like saying all hockey players are brutes." Jimin retorted. "You're being unfair."

"Who told you life is fair?" Yoongi scoffed. "And I am a brute."

"Fine." Jimin huffed. "The network can complain to the league, you know. Media relations are in your contract."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "So you're gonna tattle on me? Go right ahead. I'll take the fine."

"Maybe I will." Jimin said. "I'm not gonna let you tank my job on the first day."

"And I'm not gonna let the media rip my team apart again." Yoongi said.

Jimin softened a bit, looking at Yoongi with furrowed eyebrows. "What exactly happened last season?"

Yoongi shook his head. "As if you care."

Pushing past the traitorous response of his body--Jimin's skin flushed and alive where it nearly brushed Yoongi's--he poked the hockey player in his still bare chest. "I do care."

Surprise flickered in Yoongi's eyes, a short breath escaping his lips. Then his hard, defiant sneer snapped back into place. "Prove it."

The air between them was so fragile, Jimin was afraid to even take a breath. They were so close, their chests nearly brushed against each other. "Yoongi, I-"

The final buzzer blared and Jimin jumped back, breathing hard. The rest of the Blades players poured in, giddy and clapping each other on the back. "We won!"

"No thanks to Min's little stunt."

"Between you and me, Min, I think that's what shook 'em up." Namjoon said. "That and Taehyung's save in the third period."

Taehyung shrugged. "It was just a bit of speed, nothing special." He nodded to Jimin. "Who's this?"

Jimin smiled. "I'm Jimin, the new sideline reporter-"

Yoongi interrupted. "That no one here is gonna breathe a word to. Got it? No one on my team gives him a crumb." Namjoon's smile slipped right off his face. Taehyung gave a low, sympathetic whistle. Elijah shrugged, unbothered. And Yoongi looked right at Jimin, daring him to step up to the challenge.

"That's funny." Jimin smirked. "You won't be able to resist me. I'll win you over sooner or later, Min. And then everyone here will see just how wrong you were about me."

"Keep fantasizing about that." The way Yoongi's lips formed around the word 'fantasize' made Jimin's mouth water, his frustration slipping into lust. Yoongi pushed past him, his shoulder bumping Jimin's, and stomped out. Jimin's skin burned where they touched.

With the show over, the others moved on, but Taehyung stayed behind. "Tough break."

Seeing an opportunity, Jimin turned fully to Taehyung with a bright smile. "Taehyung! Big fan. I just need like two seconds. No notebook. No mic."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. "You're certainly determined."

"And you're pretty close with Yoongi."

"Shocking, right?" Taehyung chuckled. "Who would guess Yoongi has friends?"

Jimin stepped closer. "How do you cope in this league? Some of these guys have egos big enough to generate their own gravitational pull. Next to that, dealing with Yoongi must be a piece of cake."

Taehyung snorted. "Believe me, nothing's 'easy' when it comes to Yoongi. He's perpetually grumpy. Don't take it personally."

"It's hard not to." Jimin said. "Doesn't he realize what's at stake? Yoongi's risking the entire team's image. I can make this team shine. Get you new opportunities and sponsorships."

"You'll be hard pressed to find someone who prioritizes their pockets over their loyalty to our captain." Taehyung said.

Jimin sighed. "If I don’t' put together some content for my boss, I'm toast. Is there anyone who would go against Yoongi?"

Taehyung shrugged. "There's always Elijah but I don't suggest using him unless you never want to speak to Yoongi again."

"What about you?" Jimin asked. "You're already talking to me. If you could just give me one tiny quote."

"I'm not stupid enough to risk my friendship with Yoongi." Taehyung said. Then after a beat, he added on, "On the record. But Yoongi can't stop me from grabbing food at his favorite diner and he can't stop you from joining me."

Jimin smiled. "And I could get a few tips on how to win him over?"

"I got through his defenses once." Taehyung said. "Now I can pass my mysterious ways onto you. And I was on the ice during that infamous championship game. I can give you some details since you know Yoongi won't talk about it."

"Lunch sounds amazing." Jimin agreed.

When they arrived at the diner, Taehyung made a beeline for one particular booth. "It's like you own the place." Jimin mused.

"This is the unofficial diner of the Blades team." Taehyung informed him. "We've been coming here for years." Jimin slid into the pleather banquette seat and propped his elbows on the table, peering at the menu. "So first Yoongi fact: he is a sucker for this diner's signature breakfast burrito. But I suggest actually tasting it before you bond with him over it. The man can spot a fake burrito lover a mile off."

Jimin nodded. "I already assumed lying to Yoongi wouldn't help. Is the burrito really that good?"

Taehyung smiled. "It's out of this world. Those who don't believe me always wish they had. In fact, Yoongi made that mistake the first time I brought him here. He's always gotta learn the hard way."

"Would you say Yoongi needs a firmer hand?" Jimin asked, imagining what a firm hand might look like--grasping Yoongi's deliciously large dick below his waistband, watching his head fall back in abandon.

"Yeah." Taehyung's answer cut through Jimin's daydream. "He's stubborn as hell. He needs someone to match that, someone he can't bully."

Jimin focused back on the subject at hand, swallowing thickly. Taehyung watched him with a raised eyebrow. "Like you?" Jimin took a sip of ice water, hoping to cool his flaming cheeks but it only reminded him of the chill as he fell to the ice right before the fire of Yoongi's touch lifting him to safety.

"Or you." Taehyung smirked. "Yoongi wants to trust you but he's softer than the media gives him credit for."

"It's not like he gives us anything else to go off of." Jimin pointed out. "Besides, why does Yoongi care what a bunch of suits behind a desk think?"

Taehyung frowned. "Because those suits hit a nerve. He loves the game. He loves his team."

"So when the anchors called him a 'washed up has been who'd lost his love of the game'…" Jimin trailed off, his mind drifting back to the disastrous championship game.

Jimin was in the stands, biting his nails along with every other loyal Blades fan in the arena. It seemed like the Blades were miles ahead of their competition, Yoongi lighting the lamp like his career depended on it. But in the third period, the other team's left forward made a sudden push toward the goal. Yoongi blocked his path, but the Seals forward knocked Yoongi's stick out from under him, sending him to his knees. "COME ON REF!" Jimin yelled.

A hush fell over the stadium as Yoongi tore off his helmet, challenging the forward to a brawl. "Try that again!" The referees tried to intervene, but it was too late. Yoongi, face red with rage, slammed a fist straight into the forward's nose.

Jimin shook himself back to the present where Taehyung was patiently waiting for his response. "Yeah, the championship game was brutal."

Taehyung nodded. "Yoongi's tough but he's not invincible. When that many people question your character, you start to question it yourself."

"I can try to win Yoongi over." Jimin said. "But I can't fix his damage from the entire journalistic establishment."

Taehyung gave Jimin a brusque nod over his cup of cocoa. Jimin had the feeling that he'd passed some kind of test. "I think you've got what it takes."

"So I have your blessing?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah, it'll be good for him." Taehyung said. "He's been way too in his own head. Just don't tell him I said that."

"Well, I'd love to meet the real Yoongi." Jimin said. "He's got a serious wall up like he's protecting himself from something."

Taehyung bit his lip slightly. "He's been burned in the past."

Jimin wondered what Yoongi's face might look like without the stormy glare, the scowl, the displeased curl of his lip. And Jimin wondered what he could do to get Yoongi to drop the mask. "So it'll be that much more rewarding when I figure out the man behind all that ego."

"Yoongi likes people who go after what they want." Taehyung said. "He won't make it easy for you but that's part of his angle." Jimin was about to ask a follow up question when a waitress set the famed breakfast burrito down in front of him. "But offering him breakfast won't hurt."

"Okay." Jimin let out a slight laugh. "I'd love to know how a burrito can be good enough to get past Yoongi's defenses."

Taehyung gestured for him to proceed. "By all means, become enlightened."

Jimin drizzled the salsa verde over the top and lifted the warm burrito to his mouth. Flavor exploded against his tongue the second he bit into it. His taste buds sang with wonder and exaltation. He was pretty sure he almost came in his pants. "Oh my god."

Taehyung grinned. "Disarmingly delicious, right?"

Jimin nodded. "It's orgasmic." He clapped a hand over his mouth, but he couldn't take it back, the burrito was just that good."

"See, that's the other reason I think you're gonna wear Yoongi down." Taehyung mused.

"I like food?" Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.

Taehyung shook his head and smirked. "Sex appeal."

Jimin nearly spit out his second bite. He searched Taehyung's face, trying to see if he was joking. Could he have pegged Jimin so easily? "There are serious ethical concerns-"

"I'm not saying to take Yoongi to bed." Taehyung said. "Just make him think you could. Yoongi's like any other hotblooded man under the sun. He likes a good chase. He also likes someone who isn't afraid to push his buttons a bit, who can be the boss. He respects persistence."

For a brief moment, Jimin let himself imagine Yoongi hanging on his every word. At the rink, in the locker room, in his bed. He pictured the way he would tease Yoongi, make him wait for his touch, only gifting him relief once his lips had curled around the word 'please'. "You think he'd really want that?" Jimin asked. "Even if it doesn't lead anywhere? Which, to be clear, it won't."

"He'd still be interested." Taehyung insisted. "Very interested."

Jimin nodded slowly. "Noted."

***

Jimin returned to the studio and combed through his footage, hoping to cobble together something for the network's next feature. But with Yoongi's media embargo, he only had a few shots of players on the ice. No interviews, no soundbites, no story. "What about that interview with the Zamboni driver?" He asked.

Jungkook shook his head. "Are you kidding? Our show is what plays while the Zamboni is on the ice."

Jimin tapped his pen against his bottom lip, running through every conversation he'd had with Yoongi in the past few days. "Yoongi's being a baby. If he would just give in, he'd see I'm not the villain here."

"He might kind of hate you but you two do have a rapport." Jungkook mused. "There's gotta be some way you can break him."

Somewhere in Jimin's mind, a light bulb turned on. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Until we have a quote from Yoongi himself, this is hopeless. But there's one strategy I haven't tested. Taehyung said Yoongi admires persistence, so I'm gonna put in a little overtime tomorrow morning."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "Whatever you're planning, I hope it works."

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Jimin stood just outside the arena early in the morning, eagerly waiting for Yoongi to arrive. Operation Persistence was officially underway.

A car pulled into the parking lot. In the dim morning light, Jimin could see Yoongi's telltale red paint job. Yoongi stepped out of the car, spotted Jimin, and immediately scowled. "You're ambushing me now?" He asked in disbelief.

"I'm showing up for the job." Jimin smiled innocently. "Putting in the work. Just like you."

"That’s great." Yoongi said flatly. "Very happy for you." He lifted his key card and gestured for Jimin to step aside.

"Give me two minutes." Jimin requested. "Off camera."

Yoongi's scowl flickered as if he weren't sure whether to be irritated or intrigued. "Why should I?"

"Because I come bearing gifts." He lifted a plate straight from the diner, a piping hot breakfast burrito with extra hot sauce.

Taehyung was right. Yoongi couldn't resist the power of crispy bacon and steaming eggs. His eyes lit up with a childlike joy. "How'd you know about the Blades' best kept secret?"

Jimin grinned. "Despite your best efforts, I have my sources."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "What else did Taehyung squeal about?"

"Just that you're a secret softie." Jimin said nonchalantly.

"Not true." Yoongi instantly denied. "I'm a certified asshole."

Jimin tilted his head. "Is that why you let him win that shootout back in the day?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taking a generous bite of his burrito and making Jimin wait while he chewed. "I'll let you in on a secret. He beat me fair and square. Just don't tell him that." Surprise zipped through Jimin, an electric thrill warming his spine. There was nothing sexier than hearing a man admit he's wrong. Yoongi devoured the last bite of his breakfast, chewing thoughtfully. "So you're here because it's breaking news that I have a friend?" Jimin realized Yoongi was ribbing him. All it took was a few bites of burrito and some extra hot sauce to melt Yoongi's icy exterior. What did they put in those things? Jalapeños and serotonin? "Or was there something else you needed me to confirm?"

Jimin blinked, not really having expected to get that far. "Just…" He thought back to what Taehyung said about Yoongi responding well to his sex appeal. He steeled his nerves, looking Yoongi directly in the eye. "He implied you like being bossed around now and then."

Yoongi's eyes flashed. He was wary but intrigued. "And you're up to the challenge?"

The dark hunger in his gaze made Jimin's knees buckle but he stayed steady, reaching out to wipe a stray bead of hot sauce from Yoongi's lip. Yoongi's lips parted as Jimin's finger swiped along his skin. Jimin regarded the droplet on his thumb with feigned disinterest. "Yeah, I'm up for it." He watched Yoongi's face as he brought his thumb to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it slowly, temptingly. Flavor burst across Jimin's tongue, and he took a simple, delicious pleasure in having tasted the same thing Yoongi had.

"Like the taste?" Yoongi asked.

"Thanks for saving me some." Jimin replied with a tiny smirk.

Yoongi leaned in close, placing a hand on the wall behind Jimin, his lips just a breath away from Jimin's ear. "I'll concede one thing--you know what you're doing. But just know I always return the favor. And you can quote me on that." He swiped his key card in the reader, pushing past Jimin to head inside.

Jimin was still down a safe for TV quote and some footage, but he would take any progress he could get He lingered at the stadium all day, waiting Yoongi out. As the Blades held a late-night practice, he took notes from the penalty box, hoping for something tangible to bring back to his boss. All that persisting better pay off.

Then all hell broke loose.

"Fame chasing jackass!" Yoongi's voice rang out from the ice.

"Self-important bastard!" Elijah retorted.

The team gave the two of them a side berth as Elijah thrusted his hockey stick to the ice, signaling a fight. Jimin watched on in shock. He knew Taehyung said Yoongi couldn't stand Elijah, but he never would have guessed it went that deep.

Yoongi swung his fist, catching Elijah on the shoulder. Elijah threw a punch back, but Yoongi ducked. "I'm your captain!" Yoongi reminded him. "Get some damn respect or I'll pummel it into you!" He grabbed Elijah by the jersey, getting in the man's face. The raw display of strength had Jimin's stomach tingling, especially when he imagined those hands on himself, curling around his waist.

"I'm supposed to respect the captain who tanked the championship last year?" Elijah sneered.

Jimin winced at the dig, a part of him hoping Yoongi didn't end up hurt from the altercation. He rose to his feet, angling for a better view. When Yoongi was that worked up, it was hard to be mad about it, but still, Elijah better not lay a hand on that pretty face.

"I'll tank you the next time you speak to me like that." Yoongi threatened.

Coach Smith stepped in at that moment. "That's enough! You're really gonna derail practice over bruised egos?"

"Then tell Min that!" Elijah exclaimed. "He's the one blocking my time on the ice."

"Anderson, if you're too big for a second line position on a division champ team, maybe you need to ride the bench." Coach Smith said before turning to Yoongi. "And you. Stop taking the kid's bait. You're the damn captain."

Yoongi nodded, no sign of the fire he'd previously held inside him. "Yes, Coach."

"Practice is over." The coach dismissed them. "Everyone get out." His words clearly stung from the look on Yoongi's face. He pulled Yoongi aside as the others skated off. "Yoongi, this has to stop." He said with a much gentler tone. Does Management's threat to reorganize mean nothing to you?"

Jimin's eyes widened as Yoongi responded. "I'm working on it. I promise, Coach."

Coach Smith sighed. "I've been telling them you've changed. Don't make me a liar." With that, he left.

Now alone on the ice, Yoongi threw back his head, breath clouding the air. He didn't even look angry. Just devastated. The moment felt so private, at first Jimin wasn't sure how to proceed. Then he gently knocked on the glass to get Yoongi's attention. "You again?" Yoongi glared as he skated over. "No matter how many times I brush you off, you just keep sticking around. Like glitter."

"So you've noticed my sparkling personality?" Jimin smiled. Despite his grumpy huff, there was a spark of humor in Yoongi's eyes. And the faintest hint of something else. Respect, maybe? "You look like you need to let off some steam." Jimin mused.

Yoongi shook his head. "I don't need to do anything."

"Bullshit." Jimin scoffed. "Yoongi, there's literal steam rising off your body."

"That's just because you're here." Yoongi replied without missing a beat. "Guess you saw the fight. You must think I'm everything they say."

Jimin made a big show of checking his notes, flipping through pages until he found a recent soundbite from a sports anchor. "An out-of-control menace? Nah. Fighting Elijah was a very good look for you. It showed your passion for the game. Showed off your good looks too. It'd be a shame to see these cheekbones broken." He swept a light tough from Yoongi's temple to his jaw. The heat of his skin contrasted with the frigid air of the rink, making Jimin shiver.

"My cheekbones are fine." Yoongi said, brushing off Jimin's touch. But Jimin could hear the telltale hitch of his breath.

Jimin grinned. He was finally chipping away at that icy exterior, and the Yoongi beneath it was intriguing. Also undeniably hot. But that wasn't the time to be thirsting over an attractive hockey player. That was his chance to dig deeper. "What Coach said earlier about Management…is it true your contract is in danger?"

"Hell no." Yoongi denied without hesitation. "No one can light the lamp like I can."

"You're right." Jimin nodded. "They'd be stupid to lose you. And as a Blades fan, I'd be so mad, I'd wanna break the glass myself."

"It's all just talk and politics." Yoongi insisted. "Management's just throwing weight around."

Jimin pursed his lips. "Maybe they want consistency."

Yoongi blinked. "I consistently score, night after night. And the Blades consistently win."

"And somehow the Blades always just barely lose the cup." Jimin pointed out, letting the words hang in the air between them, hoping Yoongi would take the bait.

Instead, Yoongi's expression shuttered. "You're just angling for information again. Do you ever quit?"

"Do you?" Jimin countered.

Yoongi scoffed out a laugh. "Like I said before, if you want a quote so bad, you'll have to earn it."

"I'm not falling for that again." Jimin said. "Last time you dangled the possibility of a quote in front of me like a carrot."

"Not my fault you assumed I'd cooperate." Yoongi shrugged. "But this time, I'm telling you I will." He skated backward further into the rink and spread his arms in a taunting invitation. "You know the value of going after what you want. Join me for laps. We can race for it."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being condescending. You don't think I can win. There's no risk in it for you."

"You've got a chance." Yoongi assured him. "I've been practicing all night. I'm winded, you're fresh. Unless…you don't have what it takes."

Despite himself, Jimin felt his competitiveness rising up. "You'd be surprised, Min." He stood up from his seat. "You're on." He retrieved a spare pair of skates from the equipment locker and laced them tight.

Yoongi appraised Jimin's technique, a hand on his chin. "A double loop over the left side? Interesting."

"I'm rusty." Jimin said. "I'd rather not get lace bite even if I'm handing you your ass doing it."

"In that case, allow me to double check your work." Yoongi said with a hint of amusement. "I want this to be a fair fight after all." He zoomed toward Jimin, dropping to one knee in a fluid movement to assess Jimin's work. He tugged at the laces and nodded.

"You're not about to shoelace-splain me, are you?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi looked up at him with a hint of a smile. "Joke all you want but I'm not gonna be the one responsible for the death of the network's cutest and most annoying reporter."

Jimin leaned back, smirking as Yoongi turned to his other skate. "I could get used to this."

"What, a dedicated skate technician?" Yoongi asked.

"No, this." Jimin gestured to the hockey player. "Yoongi Min on his knees, aiming to please." He leaned forward, smelling the sweat on his skin.

Yoongi inclined his head towards Jimin, the heat from his gaze like a magnet. "Don’t get used to it. Just don't want to see you eat it on the ice." He tugged the laces tighter then ran his hands along the sides, fingers barely skimming Jimin's calf as he checked his work. He leaned closer, taking Jimin's challenge with a confident grin. "There. Nice and tight." Jimin leaned even closer, drawn in by his gaze. Then Yoongi pushed back, skating away in a flash and leaving Jimin suddenly cold. "Well? We doing this?" Jimin heaved a breath and skated onto the ice, gliding in a wide, confident circle around Yoongi. "You can skate. Suspicion confirmed."

Jimin braked, coming to a stop right in front of Yoongi. Yoongi lifted his chin, pinning Jimin with that fiery gaze. "I can skate circles around you." Jimin boasted.

"Until you prove yourself, it's all talk." Yoongi retorted.

"I'm good for it." Jimin assured him.

"Then I hope you won't mind me giving you a tip on your form." Yoongi said.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "What about it? Too distracting?" Yoongi kicked apart Jimin's skates, causing his knees to buckle. Jimin barely avoided slipping, grabbing onto Yoongi for balance. "Hey!"

"If you're trying to act tough, make sure your skates are locked in position." Yoongi instructed. "Otherwise, anyone can get under your skin. And speaking of getting under your skin…" He lifted the hem of his jersey, dabbing away the sweat on his brow. Jimin treated himself to a long look at Yoongi's torso, his gaze drifting down to where his hockey shorts were slung low on his hips. "Don't get distracted." Yoongi finally said. "After all, I think we could both use some kind of release."

"I have been working up a sweat…" Jimin pinched the hem of his shirt and fanned himself with it, giving Yoongi a flash of the glistening planes of his abs just above his waistband.

Yoongi's eyes lingered on Jimin's skin, tracing the bead of sweat dripping down his navel. "Just wait until I'm done with you." Yoongi warned.

They lined up on the ice for the race. Jimin was keenly aware of Yoongi's body beside his own, the space between their arms, the sound of Yoongi's skates. "On three." Yoongi said. "One…two…" Jimin took off, laughing at Yoongi's shout of indignation. He was a pro hockey player, Jimin deserved a little head start. "No fair!"

"What are you gonna do about it?" Yoongi easily caught up and passed Jimin. Jimin tried to match his energy, pushing himself faster until his breath was coming hard. He could tell Yoongi was taking it a little easy on him, testing the limits of his skill. Yoongi swiveled and skated backward, taunting Jimin face to face. "Show off." Jimin huffed.

Yoongi smirked. "That the best you got?"

"Quit chirping and skate!" Jimin drew on years of old training, finding a burst of speed deep in his legs.

The two of them were full on racing at that point, each striving to outmatch the other. They entered the final turn of the first lap and Yoongi upped his speed, bending low to the ice, the curve of his ass straining against his hockey shorts. Jimin increased his pace, swinging his arms in time with his strides. His lungs burned with the effort. He was definitely getting his cardio in.

As he came up on the next turn, Jimin crouched low and shifted his weight to his inside skate. The gap between him and Yoongi shrank. They were so close, Jimin could feel the tension radiating off Yoongi in waves, hear the sharp intake of his breath.

Yoongi was too good. If Jimin didn't distract him, there was no way he was winning. He reached out, grabbing onto Yoongi's arm. As his hand made contact, a spark of want flew up his arm, settling in his chest. He held on long enough to see the turn of Yoongi's head, the incredulous question in his eyes. Then Jimin used his momentum to launch himself forward, several lengths ahead. "That's cheating!" Yoongi called out.

"That's game, baby!" Jimin retorted, crossing the finish line with a shout of triumph.

Yoongi shook his head in amusement. "Congrats, even if you cheated."

Jimin grinned. "Told you, skating's in my-"

"Park!" Jimin turned just in time to see the edge of the rink approaching fast. But Yoongi was faster. "I got you!" Jimin skidded to a stop, breathing hard as he grabbed Yoongi by the waist, his blades sending up a spray of frost. Yoongi steadied him, his fingers digging into Jimin's hips. He clutched Jimin close, dark eyes boring into Jimin's. There was something unspoken in the intensity of his stare. "You need to watch yourself." His murmur had Jimin's knees buckling yet again, and he lost his balance all over again. Yoongi's thumb caressed Jimin's lower back, sending anticipation rippling up his spine. Yoongi's gaze dropped to Jimin's lips and Jimin felt the warmth of his breath mingling with his own.

Jimin wanted nothing more than to give in to the adrenaline pumping in his blood, to keep riding the high. But there was still the matter of his job. Yoongi was his interview subject and that was not how he wanted to get his quote. "We shouldn't…" He whispered, fighting to bring himself back to the present, to the world outside Yoongi's touch. "Is this how you always end your races?"

Yoongi grinned at the break in tension. He knew exactly what Jimin was doing. "Only with those extra special someones." He trailed a feather light touch along Jimin's jaw and down his neck.

Jimin pointedly cleared his throat and skated back, putting space between them before he did something he would regret. "Like I said. If you show Management what you just showed me, you won't have anything to worry about."

It took a second for Yoongi to catch Jimin's meaning. He looked almost dazed, blinking hard before answering. "Right. Management. I'll have to do more than skate fast to get back in their good graces."

"What does that mean?" Jimin asked in confusion. "What happened to that blind confidence about lighting the lamp?"

Yoongi chewed on his next words, struggling to get them out. The silence stretched, the tension cresting. "I won't go on the record…but Coach is right. I've gotta win that championship this year or Management might decide I'm too 'unpredictable' to take a chance on again."

Jimin's eyes widened. "You mean they'd trade you? You could lose the Blades?" Yoongi's mouth formed a thin, unhappy line, but the haunted look on his face confirmed Jimin's fear. "Then you better get used to me fast, Min. Because this reporter is your last hope."

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Jimin returned to the Blades stadium, eager to improve Yoongi's image. The locker room was surprisingly abuzz with upbeat energy. The players were laughing and trading good natured jabs. Jimin approached Taehyung in disbelief. "What's going on?"

"It's annual Sin Bin night." Taehyung smiled. "Every year, we hit the club to kick off the season appropriately."

"You know it." Elijah smirked. "Only the hottest club in town."

Namjoon held his arms up in celebration. "I'm about to get my tequila on. If it's on the top shelf, I'm taking a shot."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Last I saw, Coach Smith was prying Yoongi's fist off Elijah's face."

Across the room, the culprit lounged near his locker, watching Jimin. "We hit pause just for tonight." Yoongi said.

Taehyung nodded. "When the team parties, we go vegetarian. No beef allowed."

"I'm more interested in taking someone home." Elijah said.

The locker room erupted in laughs and wolf whistles, but Yoongi just shook his head. "Better put that dream to bed before you get your hopes up."

"What about you, Yoongi?" Jimin asked. "Got your eye on someone special? Not that you'd have to look hard. The girls and guys must be lining up for the chance."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "And would you be in that line as well?"

Jimin cocked his head. "Depends on if I ever get that quote."

"I'm not going." Yoongi said, turning his attention to his teammates. "And we don't need to talk about the Sin Bin with the enemy. He's a step away from spinning a casual night out into a scandal."

"I'm not that kind of reporter." Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Every reporter is that kind of reporter." Yoongi deadpanned.

Half of Jimin bristled at the cutting remark. The other half remembered his conversation with his boss earlier that morning. He had stood in front of Leo Anderson, the one person standing between Jimin and the career of his dreams…

"Tell me I didn't hire some kid fresh out of school who doesn't know the difference between a news story and a gossip column." Leo said in exasperation.

Jimin shook his head. "Yoongi's redemption arc is a news story, Mr. Anderson. One with teeth."

Leo scoffed. "Those have a way of biting you in the ass."

"Last year, Yoongi hit rock bottom." Jimin said. "He single handedly cost them the championship. Now he wants to fix that. This story has stakes, tension, a hero to root for…and everyone's wondering if he can pull it off."

His boss regarded him with a cool air, letting the silence stretch until it was deafening. "Listen, Park. You're sharp, you've got a few leads, but all your info is off the record. If you wanna be a regular on Off The Ice anytime soon, you need verified facts. Actual quotes."

Jimin rose to the challenge in Yoongi's gaze, embers smoking deep in his belly. He wasn't going to prove Yoongi right. He would get his quotes the ethical way.

Taehyung stepped between them, placing his hand placatingly on Yoongi's shoulder. "Yoongi, don't be rude. You're going. And I already invited Jimin out tonight." Jimin barely kept his mouth from dropping open as Taehyung shot him a sly wink.

Yoongi huffed. "You go to brunch one time and suddenly you trust him?"

"Jimin's your good luck charm." Taehyung said. "You've scored every game since he started covering the team."

"I score every game because of my skill." Yoongi argued.

"Taehyung's right." Namjoon chimed in. "Don't mess with a good thing, Min. We don't need any more bad vibes."

Yoongi hit Jimin with a challenging stare and Jimin returned it, refusing to flinch. After a few moments, Jimin arched an eyebrow teasingly. "It's true that you've had a hot streak. In fact, you've been on fire. Who knows what could happen if you go a whole weekend without me?"

"I could have a weekend's worth of peace." Yoongi said without missing a beat. "And I wouldn't have to worry about taking so many cold showers."

Jimin smirked. "You know you'd miss me." Yoongi's eyes lingered on Jimin as he considered, and Jimin tried to sway him in his favor. "No reporting. Just vibes. Scout's honor."

Taehyung smiled. "With a few ground rules, of course. Anything you see tonight is not just 'off the record', it's forgotten."

Namjoon nodded. "What happens at the club stays at the club."

Jimin agreed and Taehyung clapped. "Excellent! I'd love to find out who wins this little staring contest but the club closes at 2:00 am so…" He went to grab his jacket as the rest of the team filed out, leaving Jimin alone with Yoongi's skepticism.

Yoongi's gaze rolled down Jimin's body and his voice sank to a husky murmur. "I'll be sticking close, Park. All night."

Excitement rushed through Jimin's veins, and his heartbeat hammered against his palm. "From you, Min? I'd expect nothing less."

***

While Jimin tore his closet apart in his search for something to wear, he FaceTimed Jungkook and brought him up to speed. "You've got to come with me, Jungkook."

"And do what?" Jungkook asked. "You know I'm only going to cramp your style."

"But I need a friend!" Jimin whined. "After all, it's a night off for us too! We deserve to let loose and have some fun!" Jungkook sighed as Jimin continued to beg him. "I'll play wingman for you. There must be someone on the team who's caught your eye."

Jungkook shook his head. "No can do, Jimin. I've got a hot date with a bottle of chardonnay and D.B. Sweeney."

Jimin shot him a look. "Tell me you're not staying at home on a weekend night to watch The Cutting Edge."

"Guilty as charged and proud of it." Jungkook grinned. "Toe pick!"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Well, if you won't come out with me, at least help me choose what to wear."

"That I can do." Jimin held up items from his wardrobe for Jungkook's appraisal, and Jungkook rejected them all one by one. "Everything you're showing me screams 'reporter'. If you wanna blend in with the team tonight, dressing like a narc won't help." Jimin reached into his closet and pulled out a low-cut, see-through shirt and pair of tight leather pants that fit him like a glove and made his ass look divine. A splurge from when he'd gotten his first paycheck. "Much better. That's a look that says you're there to party, not snitch."

After pulling on the outfit, Jimin checked out his reflection in the mirror. He couldn't help but imagine how Yoongi was going to react when he saw him less buttoned up. "His jaw is gonna hit the floor!" He thought back to their first meeting when Yoongi had seen him shirtless prior to knowing Jimin was a reporter. Jimin hadn't stopped obsessing about how Yoongi's eyes raked his body with unchecked desire. Just the memory left him breathless.

***

When Jimin arrived at the club, he found Yoongi standing out front with his hands shoved in his pockets. He was scanning the street looking for someone…looking for Jimin. At first his attention skimmed past Jimin, then he did a double take. "Park? That you?" He asked in shock.

Jimin smiled innocently. "Well, I'm certainly not Elijah."

"You look…" Yoongi ran his eyes over Jimin hungrily like he was a starving lion and Jimin was a gazelle. Jimin wouldn't mind being devoured. "Different."

"I look like I’m off the clock and ready for a good time." Jimin smirked. Yoongi cleared his throat and shifted from one foot to the other, obviously trying to look unaffected. But the heat between them gave the game away. Beneath Yoongi's jacket, Jimin could see the contours of his chest peeking out of his shirt. Jimin wanted Yoongi to drape the jacket over his shoulders so he could get lost in the older male's scent. "Were you waiting on me? That's sweet."

Yoongi gave Jimin the kind of gruff denial he was coming to recognize and secretly enjoy. "Nothing sweet about it. If you're gonna be here, I'm not letting you out of my sight. I'll be watching your every move."

"I hope you do watch my every move." Jimin said. "Because I'll be sure to give you a show." He undulated to the beat of the music spilling from the club and Yoongi couldn't tear his gaze away. His eyes followed Jimin's every movement, drinking in his form. Jimin swore he saw the corner of Yoongi's mouth twitch.

"Show yourself through the door, will you?" Yoongi finally asked. "We're late." He jerked his chin to the entrance.

They approached the bouncer, pushing through a throng of partygoers. The bouncer fist bumped Yoongi then looked over at Jimin with suspicion. "Who's this? He on the list?"

Jimin held his breath, looking at Yoongi for confirmation. Yoongi made Jimin wait, a smirk playing on his lips. To Jimin's surprise, Yoongi took his hand and squeezed it tight. Jimin's knees nearly buckled at the sudden contact. "He's good. He's with me." Jimin clasped Yoongi's hand tight as the bouncer unhooked the velvet partition, refusing to let go as Yoongi led him inside.

As soon as they stepped through the door, the thumping bass drove Jimin's pulse and the scent of sex filled the air. They were greeted with raucous cheers and whistles from the team members who were already there and on their way to getting faded. "Our own Clark Kent is all grown up!" Namjoon exclaimed.

"Look at you!" Elijah whistled. "Damn, bro. Looking lethal out here."

Yoongi glared at him. "Eyes to yourself, Elijah."

Taehyung sniffled and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. "I knew he could hang."

"Why do you all assume I have no life?" Jimin asked.

"Maybe because you spend every waking hour pestering us at the arena." Yoongi pointed out.

Jimin smiled. "All the more reason why I need to let loose tonight."

Namjoon lifted a bottle of tequila and waved Jimin over. "This right here…is the BEST. TEQUILA. On the top shelf. I tested all nine." He filled a shot glass for Jimin, tequila sloshing over the rim.

Yoongi grabbed a beer and raised an eyebrow as Jimin raised his shot glass towards him. "You gonna join me for shots, Min? Or do I have to show you how it's done?"

"I doubt there's anything you could show me that I haven't seen." Yoongi said.

Jimin set the shot glass down and bent over the table, wrapping his lips around the shot glass rim before tossing back his head. As the liquid pleasantly scorched down his throat, Yoongi's intense gaze never left his own. The wicked look on Yoongi's face sparked a fire in Jimin's belly that was even hotter than the tequila. "Your turn."

"I'll pass." Yoongi's wary gaze alternated between Jimin and the shot glass like Jimin was just waiting to pounce and catch him red handed if he dared take a sip.

"I'm just here to have a good time." Jimin assured him. "It's all off the record. Pinky promise."

Yoongi scoffed quietly. "I'll believe that when I see some collateral."

"What about Truth or Drink?" Taehyung suggested. "That'll even the playing field."

"Are you nuts?" Yoongi asked incredulously. "That's every reporter's dream. He's got you eating out of the palm of his hand."

Jimin crossed his arms over his partially exposed chest. "So you're not gonna play because you're scared I'll drink you under the table."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, clearly rising to the challenge. "I'd like to see you try."

"TRUTH OR DRINK!" The group of hockey players immediately began chanting.

Jimin smirked at Yoongi. "I bet I could surprise you, Min." He sidled up to the hockey play, shouting over the music as Taehyung climbed onto a table to dance. "What kind of 'collateral' would it take? Hypothetically."

"Something sufficiently embarrassing." Yoongi said. "Dealer's choice."

"Don't you get it?" Jimin asked. "You don't need to blackmail me, Yoongi. If I ratted you out, I'd lose my locker room access." Jimin watched the scowl on Yoongi's face give way as he remembered their shower room rendezvous. Jimin remembered it too. He could feel the steam rising off Yoongi's body in the scalding shower, the weight of the soap in his hand. "After all, what we did in the shower is what we like to call an exclusive."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "Then let's make sure you keep it."

As proof, Jimin grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured a shot for his defiant hockey star. He stepped close to Yoongi, their chests nearly touching as he held the brimming shot glass under Yoongi's lips. "Bottoms up. Unless you can't bury the hatchet for a few measly hours."

To Jimin's surprise, Yoongi took the glass from Jimin's hand, looked him directly in the eye, and threw back the shot like a pro. "I can bury the hatchet." He leaned close, the scent of tequila and the proximity of his body almost making Jimin drunk already. "But I won't go easy on you."

Jimin grinned. "Do your worst. I'm not scared. I can handle my liquor."

A smirk tugged at Yoongi's mouth as Jimin leaned closer, unflinching in the hockey player's challenging gaze. "You're planning to drink? Wouldn't have pegged you for the deep, dark secret type."

"How many times do I need to tell you?" Jimin asked. "You're wrong about me."

Yoongi turned to the group, brandishing his arms in the air. "Let's play Truth! Or! Drink!"

Namjoon let out an excited cheer. "Baddie Yoongi's finally coming out to play!"

"Where's the bottle service hostess?" Elijah asked, looking around the club. "We need another round!"

After pushing tables together, the team collapsed onto the couches. "So who's gonna show Jimin how it works?"

"I'll demonstrate." Namjoon offered. "Hey, Taehyung. What's your favorite sex position? Truth or drink."

Taehyung answered the question easily, a twinkle of humor in his eye. "Missionary. As in the mission is to get off so I roll with whatever works." According to the rules, Taehyung didn't have to drink but he took the shot anyway. The team's roar of approval had the table rattling. "My turn to ask. And I choose Yoongi."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Of course you do. Whatever you ask, I'm drinking."

"But I was gonna be all nice and ask your favorite color." Taehyung said.

True to his word, Yoongi glanced pointedly at Jimin and tossed back his shot. His tongue slowly traced his bottom lip as he broke into a grin. "My turn." He glanced around at his team, but Jimin knew his eyes would inevitably land on him.

"I guess it's only fair." Jimin shrugged. "Fire away."

"What's the most devious thing you've done to get a story?" Yoongi asked.

"I aped a mic to my chest." Jimin answered honestly. "I was working on a story for the college paper undercover."

Yoongi cocked his head. "So how do we know you're not wearing a mic right now?"

Jimin smirked. "I can strip for you if you'd like. It wouldn't be the first time you've seen me in a precarious situation regarding my clothes."

Yoongi looked as though he was thinking about it. His gaze skimmed the contours of Jimins' chest, and Jimin couldn't help imagining how it would feel if Yoongi's hands traced the same path. "As tempting as that sounds…" The team gave Jimin props for playing along and Taehyung toasted him by taking another shot.

After a few more rounds, it was Jimin's turn again. He zeroed in on Yoongi, eager for his chance to finally grill him. "You're mine, Min."

"Do your worst." Yoongi challenged.

"How do you blow off steam off the ice?" Jimin asked.

Expecting Yoongi to grumble and take a shot, Jimin was surprised when Yoongi actually spoke. "What kind of steam? We talking the gym or something more like private training?" The team crowed, beating the table in encouragement.

Heat rose in Jimin's cheeks, but he forced himself to hold Yoongi's appraising stare. "Well, I'm certainly not interested in your gym habits."

Yoongi leaned in close, and his warm scent was intoxicating. Jimin held his breath in anticipation as Yoongi's gaze burned into him. "There's nothing like a good, long session to really take the fight out of you." The game moved on, but Jimin was still floating in the moment, his mouth watering at what he'd just heard.

Eventually, Taehyung grew bored. "Someone crank up the music! This party's getting way too tame!" He grabbed Jimin by the arm and pulled him up on the table to dance with him. Jimin lost himself in the neon lights and pumping bass, gyrating to the beat, knowing Yoongi's eyes were on his body the whole time.

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As the night wore on, Yoongi seemed to be enjoying himself. He wasn't exactly dancing on the tables, but he was joking with his teammates, sharing old stories. From time to time, he even checked up on Jimin. Not out of suspicion but out of concern. "Here's a glass of water." He handed the clear drink to Jimin. "Pace yourself, Park. I don't wanna have to rub your back while you puke."

Jimin smiled. "You say the sweetest things." Yoongi gave Jimin a mocking salute and dipped back to the bar, hopefully to grab his own water.

As Jimin was watching Yoongi, Elijah sloppily pushed his way through the crowd toward him. "Heyyyyyy, Jimin." There was so much alcohol seeping from his pores, the air around him was probably 80 proof. "We can have water tomorrow. The night is young, baby. Who knows where we could end up?" Jimin scanned the club for Yoongi, but Elijah slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, his words slurring. "Don't worry about Captain Killjoy. How about we ditch him and go somewhere more private?"

"Get your sleazy hands off me!" Jimin dug his elbow into Elijah's ribs and shoved him away.

Yoongi appeared out of nowhere, positioning his body between Jimin and Elijah like a human shield. A split second was all it took. Yoongi sprang into action, vaulting a couch to reach Jimin's side like some kind of parkour bodyguard. His swift move left Jimin breathless, the heat of his reaction somehow taking root in his own skin. "Back off, Elijah. Go find someone who doesn't have to see your unfortunate face every day."

Elijah glared at him. "What's it to you? Jimin's his own person. You're not the boss of him."

"He pushed you away!" Yoongi exclaimed. "Are your social skills as bad as your hockey? That means no."

As the players turned away from their conversations, all focus was on the rapidly shrinking space between Yoongi and Elijah. "This is exactly why Management wants you out next year, Yoongi." Elijah said. "You're too thick to know when something is not your business."

"Hey!" Jimin stepped between them. "Maybe I want it to be Yoongi's business. You clearly can't take a hint from me. Maybe Yoongi can drill a clue into your skull."

Yoongi scoffed. "This half rate punk wouldn't spot a clue if it was drawn on his helmet."

"Who are you calling half rate?" Elijah's right hand made a fist, and he took a threatening step forward.

"Namjoon?" Yoongi called out. "Hold my beer."

Before Yoongi could hand off his drink, Taehyung separated him from Elijah, dragging both Jimin and Yoongi to a separate corner of the room. "That's enough. Vegetarians, remember?"

"Taehyung, I can't let that slide." Yoongi argued. "He disrespected Jimin."

Jimin rested a tentative hand on Yoongi's arm, his skin hot beneath his fingertips. "Don't ruin the whole evening because of some drunk asshole. I'm just the reporter."

"Yeah for my team." The fire in Yoongi's eyes told Jimin he meant it. Which made resisting him that much harder.

"Go blow off some steam." Taehyung said. "There's another room through the back. I'll sober Elijah up."

Jimin glanced sideways at Yoongi as Taehyung stomped off. Yoongi reluctantly peeled his eyes from Elijah, focusing on Jimin. "Creep. I bet he was hoping you'd let him do a shot off you."

Instead of picturing Elijah, Jimin saw Yoongi, dripping ice cold whiskey into his navel, leaning into drink it off his body. "What if you did a shot off me instead?"

Yoongi's gaze sharpened, picking up on the bold arch of Jimin's tone. "Are you offering? Because I need one hell of a distraction." The growl in his voice sent a shiver through Jimin. He imagined using his body to pull Yoongi out of the swirling rage inside him.

"Let's do it." Jimin said. Yoongi's eyebrows shot up as if he wasn't expecting Jimin to follow through. But now that Jimin had imagined it… "Come on, bruiser. This way." He grabbed a bottle of booze, took Yoongi's arm, and led him to the back room.

A gossamer pink canopy dripped from the ceiling, soft, warm light glowing in the small space. As the bass of the music faded, so did Yoongi's anger. He stopped pacing and wordlessly took the liquor bottle from Jimin's hand. "Sorry about my asshole teammate." He held Jimin's gaze as he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long, slow pull. When he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, for some bizarre reason, Jimin found it incredibly sexy.

"It wasn't your fault." Jimin assured him.

"Yeah it was." Yoongi said. "I should've known that Elijah would make a pass at you. He does it to every gorgeous person within a mile radius."

Jimin couldn't help but smile at Yoongi's accidental compliment. Yoongi passed him the bottle and he took a languid sip. "Then stop inviting Elijah. He clearly has it out for you."

Yoongi shook his head. "That's not how it works. Elijah's on the team so Elijah gets to come. I don't make the rules." Yoongi blinked. "Actually, I'm the captain. I kind of do make the rules."

"So then stop taking the bait." Jimin said.

"I'll work on that." Yoongi nodded. "Something about that jackass just…" He sighed. "You're right. I should just shake it off and let Elijah do Elijah."

"I get the feeling Elijah does everyone." Jimin said.

Yoongi laughed and the sudden, genuine sound of it warmed Jimin more than the alcohol in his veins. He found himself sinking into the crinkles at the corners of Yoongi's eyes. He could get used to the sound of Yoongi's laugh. He could get used to a lot about Yoongi. "Are those your journalism skills at work?" Yoongi asked. "How'd you even get into that line of work anyway?"

The reminder of Jimin's profession sent a cold jolt through him. He hid his surprise with another swig, glancing away. He was getting way too close to crossing the line. If his boss knew he was flirting with his subject…But when Jimin looked back, Yoongi was patiently waiting for his response. That cold jolt warmed to a sizzling, electric charge. "Well right now I’m kind of wishing I hadn't. Things might be different. Tonight might be different."

"I would've given you shit no matter what." Yoongi said. "Your job just provides me more material."

Jimin watched Yoongi, the drink making him honest and bold. He licked his lips, suddenly not caring if his next words spilled through them. "But I could do whatever I wanted. I wouldn't have to think about how ever little choice might affect my career."

Yoongi tilted his head and leaned closer to Jimin. Heat radiated from his skin, his expression earnest in curiosity. "Okay, say you weren't mining my hockey team for lurid details about their personal lives…what would you do?"

"I might invite you back to my place." Jimin said. "But I can't. Besides you'd never go along with it."

"You'd be surprised by what I'd go along with." Yoongi said. "I thought you were supposed to get all the facts before making a call. If you weren't a reporter, I just might follow you to bed." Jimin's body thrummed with fantasies that could never become reality. "But while we can't go that far…" He lifted the tequila bottle with a devilish grin. "You did offer a little friendly body shot." Jimin's whole body flushed at the suggestion. He accepted the bottle from Yoongi's hand and watched in awe as he peeled off his shirt. "So which part of my body do you wanna use?"

"What are my options?" Jimin asked. "And is one of them 'all of the above'?"

Yoongi chuckled. "I'm not that easy. You get one."

"I'll drink it off your navel." Jimin decided.

Yoongi laid back on the table, offering Jimin his abdomen. Jimin's gaze lingered on the trail of hair that arrowed downward to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. "Ready when you are." Jimin's hand didn't waver as he drizzled the liquor into the hollow of Yoongi's bared skin. He wet his lips, strategizing just how he wanted to take it before leaning down. When his mouth met Yoongi's skin, Yoongi's breath caught in his throat. Jimin let his tongue glide over Yoongi's body in lazy, glassy strokes. He savored every drop of tequila, so perfectly paired with the salt of Yoongi's skin. He sipped the last drop of tequila from Yoongi's body and Yoongi sat up with a mischievous smirk. "Your turn."

"How do you want me?" Jimin asked.

"Like this." Yoongi laid Jimin back against the table and Jimin's heart pounded as he peeled his shirt away from his navel. The cold splash of tequila against his stomach was surprisingly gentle. And then his warm tongue laving against Jimin's skin, he barely suppressed a gasp. "I could taste you all night." Yoongi murmured. A soft moan of pleasure rose from Jimin's chest without warning. The sound seemed to spur Yoongi on, and he upped the intensity, using his tongue in devious ways. Wild sensations swirled over Jimin's skin, and he almost wrapped his legs around Yoongi's waist to pull him close. He was on the brink of surrendering to the moment completely, pushing everything but Yoongi from his mind. Jimin craved more. He craved Yoongi. "I'll take that as a win."

Jimin pictured himself crawling on top of Yoongi, pinning his body to the table, and letting that night get completely out of hand. He could run his hands over every inch of Yoongi's body, explore everywhere he was hard and everywhere he was soft. He could tease and tempt him until his control shattered and he breathed Jimin's name as if in prayer. To hell with reporting. Jimin didn't care about quotes. The only soundbite he was interested in was Yoongi helplessly moaning his name.

"Dude! Chill out already!"

The sound of Taehyung's voice from the main room broke the spell and they reluctantly pulled away from each other. Yoongi slipped his shirt back on, cool as ice. Then Elijah stormed in, still steaming and jonesing for a fight. "You hiding out here, Min? Can't finish what you started?"

"Why would I hide?" Yoongi asked. "There isn't a cell in my body that's intimidated by you in the slightest."

Taehyung grabbed Elijah by the collar, shoving him back to the main room. "That's it. Party's over. Everyone out."

Jimin joined Taehyung in corralling the others and herding them out the door. But Elijah just wouldn't let up. "Min, one of these days you're gonna wake up and realize you're not relevant anymore." Yoongi tried to wave him off like a gnat, but Elijah just kept buzzing. "Guess what, the rest of the world already knows you're done. I know it. Coach Smith knows it."

"Keep Coach's name out of your mouth." Yoongi spat.

"And ever since you cost us the championship last year, Management knows it too." Jimin could see how hard Yoongi was working to keep his cool, but he could also see just how close he was to losing it. "Secret's out, 'Captain'. Hey, Jimin, want some real breaking news?"

"Shut up, Elijah." Jimin glared at him.

Elijah kept going. "Yoongi Min's no longer the Blades' greatest weapon. He's a bomb that's wired to self-destruct. And he's gonna destroy the team." When Yoongi spun on his heel, Jimin knew it was too late. He cocked a fist and punched Elijah square in the jaw.

Passersby were drawn in to the brawl by the scent of blood in the air. "Is that Yoongi Min?"

"Is that all you got, you fossilized has been?" Elijah taunted him.

Yoongi grabbed Elijah by the collar, yanking him in close as his other hand clenched into a fist. "I'm gonna wipe the concrete with your ass and then polish it with your face."

"Hey!" Jimin exclaimed. "Maybe let's do this somewhere else, sometime else. We have an audience." Neither Yoongi nor Elijah looked his way, undeterred by the public attention. They were too busy seething at each other. Yoongi's arm flashed forward, straight into Elijah's stomach. Elijah dropped to the concrete, moaning, and Yoongi sneered down at him. "Okay, you've made your point. We need to go-"

Meanwhile, the group of onlookers had mushroomed into a crowd. More people trickled out of the club, whipping out their phones to captures photos and videos. "This is definitely going on my snapchat."

"Sick! I just hit a thousand viewers on my livestream!"

Elijah lifted his chin, fire in his eyes, and yanked Yoongi's leg out from under him. Yoongi smacked to the concrete with a curse. Jimin pushed forward as the two hockey players rolled on the concrete, trying to gain leverage for another punch. Yoongi cocked his fist, his next punch locked and loaded. "Yoongi, no!" Jimin lunged forward and grabbed him by the waist, trying to pull him back. It was a move that definitely worked better on ice.

"Let go!" Yoongi squirmed in Jimin's hold.

Jimin threw his whole weight into the effort, but he might as well have been a gnat for all the good it did. As Yoongi twisted away from Elijah's next swing, Jimin's grip slackened. Elijah's moment carried him forward, right toward Jimin. Elijah threw himself to the side but his shoulder clipped Jimin's, sending him tumbling to the concrete. "I'm sorry, Jimin-"

Yoongi cut him off. "Save the apology, asshole." He surged forward, landing a punch so powerful it sent Elijah sprawling.

"Yoongi, stop!" Taehyung lunged into Yoongi's path and grabbed him by the collar. "It's over!"

"Let go of me!" Yoongi shrugged Taehyung off, still breathing hard. "I’m not a child."

"Oh really?" Taehyung scoffed. "Is that why you were playing Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots in the middle of the street?" Across the sidewalk. Namjoon pulled a groggy Elijah off the curb, leading him toward a row of taxis. Taehyung stalked after them.

Yoongi's attention snapped to Jimin, and he helped him to his feet with a worried gaze. "If you're hurt at all, I'm gonna hunt that bastard down and grind him to a pulp."

Now that the fight was over, the leftover adrenaline tingled in Jimin's fingertips. "That was the most ridiculous display of ego and violence I've ever seen. And I watch Wrestlemania."

Jimin's tone took a second to register with Yoongi. He pressed closer to Jimin, eyes swirling with righteous indignation. "I'm the team captain. It's my job to keep a guy like Elijah in line."

"You can't be the captain if you're kicked off the team!" Jimin exclaimed. "Maybe you should try leading with your head, not your fists."

Before Jimin could elaborate, the bouncer from the club started breaking up the crowd. "Get outta here! Nothing to see!" When he circled back to them, he grimaced at the sight of Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi's knuckles were raw and cracked from the force of his punch. He winced as his hand clenched, the skin on his knuckles splitting further. "That's gonna hurt at our next game."

"That looks nasty." The bouncer said. "Feel free to use the first aid kit in the manager's office. You might want a second pair of hands."

Yoongi's gaze lingered on Jimin, and his lips quirked. "You don’t need to stick around for me. I'll just dip it in some whiskey to get all the Elijah out."

Jimin watched Yoongi tenderly touch a finger to his bloodied knuckles, exhaling through the pain. "Don't be ridiculous." Jimin said softly. "I'm already here. Let's get you cleaned up." He took Yoongi's good hand in his, stifling the thrill that went through him of feeling Yoongi's skin on his again.

"Are you a reporter or a nurse?" Yoongi asked.

"We're about to find out." Jimin said as Yoongi led him back inside the club.

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Inside the manager's office, Jimin made Yoongi sit on a wobbly stool before grabbing the first aid kit. Then he gave Yoongi a quick once over. "I don't think your nose is broken. A few bruises and scrapes but nothing too serious. But those knuckles…" Jimin winced. "That might scar if you're not careful."

Yoongi smirked. "Scars aren't so bad. I hear people think they're sexy."

Jimin pulled a wad of cotton from the first aid kit and doused it in antiseptic. Then he took Yoongi's hand, lifting it for closer inspection. "Sexy or not, this one is avoidable." As he prepared to dab antiseptic on the wound, he felt Yoongi's whole body tense. "I'll be gentle." He said softly before lightly dabbing the gash with antiseptic. Yoongi didn't wince. Jimin held Yoongi's gaze as he gently blew over the wound to dry the antiseptic. He swore he saw goosebumps on Yoongi's arm. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" He smiled.

"Not bad at all." Yoongi murmured. The faintest curl of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You shouldn't gloat." Jimin said. "You're lucky the bouncer knows Taehyung and didn't call the cops. You could be spending the night in lockup."

Yoongi snorted. "Thank god I'm not. Something tells me the nurse at the county jail isn't nearly as attentive as you." His face twisted into a scowl. "Besides, Elijah was asking for it all night."

Jimin shot Yoongi a look. "And you gave him exactly what he wanted. More evidence that you're a loose cannon."

He could almost feel the steam rising from Yoongi as he chewed on his next words. "I had it under control. But when I saw you fall…I lost it."

As the words settled over him, something in Jimin softened towards Yoongi. "So you do like me." He smiled. "Even though you're a jackass."

"I'm not mean." Yoongi denied with a slight pout. "Or if I am it's not on purpose."

Jimin let out a laugh. "Could have fooled me. You know we're not in kindergarten, right? You don't need to steal my lunchbox to get my attention."

"I'm not…" Yoongi sighed. "Look. Usually, people don’t try so hard with me. It's disarming."

"I can see the headlines now." Jimin said. "Jimin Park Disarmed Seasoned Hockey Star with His Acerbic Wit."

Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't sell yourself short on my account. You have to know how fucking intimidating you are."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "I don't go around punching my coworkers." He returned his focus to Yoongi's hand. He gingerly shifted Yoongi's wrist as he applied ointment to the wound and Yoongi winced. "You didn’t need to get hurt for my benefit. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."

"I thought he'd hurt you." Yoongi said softly.

"Takes a lot more than a bruised tailbone to bother me." Jimin said. "But you…well, it might be more than your knuckles smarting in the morning."

"Right." Yoongi frowned. "You think it'll go viral?"

Jimin nodded. "Almost certainly. So why'd you give them the fodder? Aren't you worried about being traded? I mean, if you keep this up, Management's patience is gonna run out. I thought you wanted to stay with the Blades."

"I'm not going anywhere." Yoongi insisted. "It'll be fine."

"That isn't your call." Jimin said. "If they want you gone, you'll be out the door." He started to bandage Yoongi's hand with gauze and tape, trying to ignore the sensual flex of Yoongi's fingers under his touch. "You don't need to be the tough guy all the time."

"I'm at the top of the game." Yoongi said. "King of the Hill. That means the world never stops taking shots. Either I fight back or I lose my throne." His face fell. "You can't understand."

Jimin glanced up from Yoongi's hand to briefly meet his gaze. "You'd be surprised. I'm climbing my way to the top just like you did, Min. I bet you'll get tired of blowing hot air in my face all the time."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"It means you need me." Jimin deadpanned. "Your image needs serious rehab. The rest of the media is salivating to chronicle your downfall, but I can make this your redemption story. If you play nice."

Yoongi studied him for a moment. "Sounds like a tall order, Park."

Jimin knotted the bandage into a snug bow, rubbing his thumb along Yoongi's palm. "There." He smiled. "Now you just need a kiss to make it better." He dramatically puckered his lips and dropped a peck to Yoongi's bandaged knuckles. "All better."

"That's all I get?" Yoongi asked.

"I should go." Jimin said as he stood up. "I've got an early morning tomorrow at work."

Yoongi's fingers suddenly curled around Jimin's wrist. The strength of Yoongi's grip left Jimin breathless. "Jimin, wait." Jimin couldn't leave if he wanted to. Not with the way Yoongi's eyes were holding him captive. There was a haunted quality in his gaze and Jimin was yearning to explore it. Maybe it was his reporter instincts…or maybe he was coming to care about Yoongi more than he should. "Get home safe." Yoongi said. "I didn't bust my knuckles on Elijah just to watch you walk into traffic."

Jimin scoffed quietly. "I'm a big boy. But I'll text Taehyung once I'm home if that'll keep you from going ape on unsuspecting motorists." Yoongi released Jimin with a nod and a warm, easy smile. That smile was a long way from the scowl he'd been wearing since the moment they'd met. Maybe Yoongi was finally opening up.

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Jimin rushed to the news studio, his heart racing in his ears. When he stepped off the elevator, Jungkook was there to greet him, coffee in hand. Jungkook passed the coffee to Jimin as they walked to the stage. "One latte with an extra shot of espresso for my favorite new guest anchor."

"Don't remind me." Jimin grumbled before chugging half the coffee in one go.

"You have nothing to be nervous about." Jungkook assured him. "You nailed your debut."

Jimin glanced through the doorway, catching sight of the most prestigious sports anchors in the industry. Hoseok Jung and Seokjin Kim. "Jungkook, I'm gonna be nervous." He deadpanned. "Those guys are my idols."

Jungkook smiled and put his hands on Jimin's shoulders. "All you have to do is make a good impression. You deserve to be here too."

"You're right." Jimin took a deep breath, shaking himself off. "It's just nerves. I can totally do this. I've practiced this in front of my bathroom mirror a thousand times. I've memorized Blades stats going back 30 years. I know every player's age, height, position, college, hometown…" A smile steadily grew on his face with each word out of his mouth. "I'm ready. If I nail this, I could be on my way to a permanent spot on the anchor desk!"

Jungkook blinked. "Relax, Jimin. I've seen a lot of new reporters come and go over the years. Trust yourself. You've got something special."

Jimin took another deep breath then walked to his mark at the edge of the table. He shook the anchors' hands in a daze, the studio lights warm on his face. "We go live in three…two…"

Hoseok smiled brightly at the camera. "Welcome back to Off the Ice, Seattle's best source for all things hockey. I'm Hoseok Jung."

"And I'm Seokjin Kim." Seokjin grinned. "Joining us this morning is the new host of the Blades sideline show, Jimin Park."

Jimin gave a tiny wave to the camera as Hoseok turned to him. "Jimin, no one is closer to the Blades than you. Even with their fiery captain, Yoongi Min."

If only they knew. Jimin could feel Yoongi's hand, bloody and bruised, yielding to his touch. Yoongi's eyes warming as he let down his guard. A thrill raced through Jimin as he thought of Yoongi and the adrenaline helped him focus. He beamed with a bright TV ready smile. "Great to be here, Hoseok. I'm excited to bring the Blades fans the hottest news from on and off the ice."

"Then certainly you have a take on the Blades' prospects for a championship this year?" Seokjin asked.

"I think their chances are great if they get their act together." Jimin said. "Coach Smith is building depth, star Yoongi Min's started the season on a hot streak, and Taehyung Kim and Namjoon Kim are in top form. All the pieces are there. If they can put them together, there's no stopping the Blades."

"Bold take." Seokjin mused. "I respect the confidence."

"But let's get to the real meat of the story." Hoseok said. "All eyes have been on Yoongi Min this season. He can't seem to back away from a fight."

Jimin gave a tiny shrug as he answered. "Fighting's part of hockey. The refs can't catch every high stick or dirty hit, so the players like to take things into their own hands."

Hoseok hummed in understanding. "But The Code usually keeps a team's best player out of those fights. It doesn't seem like Min's interested in following the rules."

"Everyone knows Yoongi should be picking his battles wisely." Jimin said. "Yoongi is a fighter. It's ridiculous to ask him to stop. But he should at least be picking and choosing. He doesn't need to stick his nose in every confrontation." Even if it was sexy, Jimin kept that thought to himself. Hoseok and Seokjin nodded in agreement, jumping in to comment and leaving Jimin's mind to wander about other things Yoongi might enforce.

"What I wanna know is," Jimin's attention shot back to Hoseok, "what's powering all that rage Min's so famous for? Any theories, Jimin?"

"Yoongi's driven by his love for his team." Jimin said. "The Blades are a close-knit family, and as captain, Min views himself as the protector." His mind flashed back to how Yoongi had flattened Elijah to the pavement, how he'd made Jimin feel part of his team. "When he sees any teammate targeted, he can't help but respond."

"No kidding!" Hoseok let out a laugh. "Let's roll that viral clip from last night."

Jimin watched in horror as video of the previous night's brawl played on the monitor, showing himself tumbling to the concrete. All over again, Yoongi smashed his fist into Elijah's jaw. Jimin struggled to stay impassive as the other anchors turned to him. "Ouch!" Seokjin winced. "That's gotta hurt."

"Looks like you got caught in the crossfire, Jimin!" Hoseok pointed out. "What exactly went down? Tell us everything!"

If Jimin said too much, he would be breaking his promise to Yoongi…but that was his chance to make a splash on network TV…Jimin took a deep breath. "The truth is there's bad blood between those two. That fight's been coming, if you ask me. Tension's been building between Yoongi and Elijah since preseason and that brawl didn't help. We'll see how they look on the ice this week. If they can't bury the hatchet, the Blades will be in trouble. One thing's clear--we're in for another dramatic season with the Blades."

Hoseok turned to look directly at the camera. "And Off the Ice will be here to bring viewers all the latest news."

"Up next, the newest social media craze--Zamboni Karaoke!" Seokjin announced.

When the show cut to commercial, Jimin removed his microphone and turned to the hosts. "Thanks so much for the opportunity to join you today." He said gratefully.

Hoseok smiled. "You did great! We'd love to have you back anytime."

Seokjin nodded. "Our viewers appreciate reporters who know their stuff and don't hold back."

"Hockey's practically in my DNA." Jimin said. "I wanna make this a career."

"Well, you're off to a fantastic start." Hoseok said.

***

Jimin rubbed his eyes tiredly, questioning his decision to pull an all nighter to finish the script for his next feature story. Then he reminded himself that he had to make the script sparkle if he was going to show Leo that he was the real deal. He sucked down the last drops of his latte as someone knocked on his office door. He looked up and was surprised to find Yoongi leaning against the doorjamb, clearly waiting to be invited in. "Got a minute?" Yoongi asked.

A surge of excitement rushed through Jimin at seeing Yoongi. "I'm busy but I'll make time for you." He said. "Unless you're here to give me a hard time. Are you gonna behave yourself?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You don't really want me to do that, do you?"

Jimin rolled his eyes and waved Yoongi in. Yoongi strode forward, face unreadable as he sat on Jimin's desk. "Okay, I'll bite. What brings you in at this late hour?"

The hockey player's presence took up all the available space, summoning every nerve in Jimin's body to attention. Yoongi's heated gaze burned into Jimin's, igniting sparks in his belly. "Maybe I just can't stay away from you. Or maybe I saw you on TV this morning." Jimin's heart skipped a beat as Yoongi's familiar scowl returned. "And you broke your promise. We agreed there'd be no reporting last night. What happens in the club stays in the club."

"You and Elijah took it outside the club." Jimin pointed out. "You dragged me into a scandal. I was on camera. You can't accuse me of breaking confidentiality when a million fans had already seen it--me--on their socials."

Yoongi was silent for a long moment as he considered Jimin's words. Then he conceded, grunting and rolling his eyes. "I guess you could have spilled more details than you did."

Jimin nodded. "A lot more."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Yoongi's face. His gaze searched Jimin's. "What you said on the show about the fighting…you really think I'm a distraction?"

"I think your fighting masks something deeper." Jimin said honestly. "You love fighting. It exhilarates you, makes you feel powerful. Maybe it even turns you on."

Yoongi snorted. "Depends on who's watching."

Jimin grew more serious. "But there's something desperate to all that bravado. Sometimes I think you're scared you don't know how to play without it." Although Yoongi defiantly held Jimin's gaze, Jimin could see he'd struck true. "You're addicted to the rush. But if you don't like the way people talk about you…" He stood up and moved in front of Yoongi, taking his right hand and skimming a gentle touch over his bandaged knuckles. "Maybe you need to find a more rewarding addiction."

Hooking a finger through Jimin's belt loop, Yoongi tugged Jimin closer, drawing him between his knees. The raw intensity in Yoongi's eyes sent sparks down Jimin's spine. "A new addiction? Got any ideas?"

Jimin's senses were overwhelmed by Yoongi's heat, his scent, the sexy rasp of his voice. Tension crackled between them, charging the air with anticipation. Yoongi's gaze fell to Jimin's lips. Jimin swayed toward Yoongi, wondering what would happen if their lips touched.

He knew he shouldn't. That it was risking his career. But eventually, Jimin decided fuck it. He wasn't letting the moment slip away. He fisted his hands in Yoongi's shirt and pulled him close until his lips hovered just above Jimin's, Yoongi's breath caressing his lips. The inevitability of the kiss made Jimin's pulse race, and his eyelids fluttered closed. He brushed feather light kisses over Yoongi's lips, learning his taste, sip by intoxicating sip.

Yoongi's tongue danced with Jimin's in a slow, sinuous rhythm. His mouth moved over Jimin's, deepening the kiss. Jimin sank into the heat of Yoongi's body, losing himself in the irresistible sweetness of his mouth and the feeling of Yoongi's strong hands on his waist. Yoongi's hands dug into his hips, and he moaned against Jimin's mouth. Jimin pressed his body to Yoongi's, melting against the hard planes of his muscled chest. His warm, spicy scent unraveled Jimin's principles like a cheap sweater.

Jimin slid his hands between his chest and Yoongi's, levering a bit of space between them. When the kiss broke, Jimin was so breathless he could scarcely form words. "Just a second. I…"

"You okay?" Yoongi asked softly. "We can stop if you want."

"No." Jimin shook his head. "I definitely don't want to stop. But I could use some help with these clothes."

Desire flared in Yoongi's eyes at the suggestion. "I'm at your service."

Jimin smirked. "Then put those quick reflexes to work, Min." He started at the collar and Yoongi started at the hem. Together, they tugged up Jimin's shirt, Yoongi's fingers sliding up his bare skin. He slid Jimin's arms free and tossed the shirt to the floor. The temperature in the room was cool but Yoongi's gaze cranked up Jimin's body's thermostat. His eyes wandered Jimin's bared torso, lingering on the soft contours of his abs. "Like what you see?"

A grin of appreciation spread across Yoongi's face. "Oh yeah. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to see you like this again." Yoongi's hands reclaimed Jimin's waist, pulling him into a deep kiss that stoked a flame in Jimin's belly. Jimin rubbed his chest against Yoongi's, dragging a soft curse from his lips. A heady thrill surged through Jimin's veins. "Space is pretty tight in here." Yoongi murmured. "How do you want this to go?"

"I'm calling the shots this time." Jimin pressed his hands against Yoongi's chest and pushed him up against the wall, ripping a wall calendar in the process.

"Damn, Park." Yoongi mused. "You can deal one sexy body blow."

Jimin smirked. "I know how to play dirty."

As they kissed, tangling tongues and limbs, Jimin's tiny office became a whirl of sensual chaos. Nothing was safe from their wild, grasping embrace. Framed photos crashed to the floor. A chair tipped on its side. Jimin's inhibitions shattered.

"God, I've been waiting for this moment." Yoongi groaned, trailing hot kisses up the slope of Jimin's neck and ending with a playful nip at his earlobe.

"Then take it." Jimin whispered, sliding his hands around to Yoongi's ass and squeezing it. When Jimin leaned into him, Yoongi growled a little.

Yoongi's breath warmed Jimin's ear and he took Jimin's hand in his. "Show me what you want." Jimin led Yoongi's wrist downward, flattening his palm against the curve of his ass. Yoongi's mouth tipped into a devilish smirk. He gave Jimin's ass a firm squeeze, pulling a quiet moan out of him. "Almost looks like you want more." In answer, Jimin hitched one leg around Yoongi's waist, angling for more. Yoongi cupped Jimin's ass, using that to lift Jimin up against him. Jimin slid a hand to the back of Yoongi's neck and pulled his mouth back to his. Yoongi's tongue traced Jimin's lips then moved to his ear, his throat. "I'll never get enough of you."

Jimin lost all sense of time, forgetting everything but the connection between them. Then rustling out in the hallway. "Someone's there." Jimin hissed and he and Yoongi jolted apart. Jimin held his breath to listen, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Turns out it was only the janitor rolling the cleaning cart down the hall. Jimin heaved a sigh of relief before staring at Yoongi in silence, unsure what to say now that they'd crossed the line.

After a long moment, Yoongi stepped back, clearing his throat. "Guess our seven minutes in heaven is up."

Jimin took a moment to make himself decent, pulling his shirt back on and calming his breath. "Yoongi, I…that was…" How did one say that the make out session was amazing, but it could never happen again without sounding like a total asshole?

Yoongi's eyes swept over Jimin's face. He seemed to understand what Jimin was thinking. "I get it." He said quietly. "This never happened." Jimin should have felt relieved, but how quickly Yoongi said it stung. "I know your job means a lot to you. And I'll make good on that promise to take you more seriously. We've got a long season ahead."

Jimin placed his hands on his hips and playfully raised an eyebrow. "When you say it like that, sounds like you're looking forward to working with me. Do you admit you were wrong about me?"

Yoongi's imposing form was still dangerously inviting. His eyes met Jimin's, stealing his breath, drawing out his anticipation. "I admit I should have given you more credit." He finally said. "And maybe we can talk about the possibility of doing an interview." A half smile pulled at Yoongi's lips and pride swelled in Jimin's chest. Finally, Yoongi was giving him a little respect.

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"What a great night for the Blades! They go into the third period up 2-0 over the Tucson Wildfires." Jimin smiled into the camera. "And it wouldn't be a Blades game if we weren't keeping a close eye on the Yoongi Min Rage-o-meter. Fans will remember his clash with the Seals center in the season opener. But tonight, Yoongi seems to be keeping his cool."

Jungkook signaled for him to wrap it up and Jimin transitioned smoothly into the livecast, signing off. "Well done. Are you really making bets on Yoongi's bad behavior?" Heat rushed to Jimin's cheeks as he thought about the last time he saw Yoongi. That makeout in his office was definitely bad behavior. He looked across the ice to where Yoongi huddled with his teammates. "He might not have thrown a punch yet, but he'll cave before the night's over."

Jimin shook his head. "Have a little faith in Yoongi. He's not looking for fights. He's just protective."

"Does that mean you're taking the bet?" Jungkook asked.

The referee blew the whistle to start the third period and they both turned their attention to the game. The first line was back on the ice and Yoongi and Taehyung were in perfect sync. But just as Taehyung made a deft move to set up Yoongi's shot, a Wildfire player drove his elbow into Taehyung's face, sending him to the ice. "That was a dirty hit!" Jimin yelled. "You saw that, right, Jungkook?"

"Yeah and Yoongi did too." Jungkook pointed out. "Looks like I'm gonna win that bet."

Even from the stands, Jimin could feel Yoongi fuming with rage. "Hey, asshole! You wanna take cheap shots at my team? Too scared to take me on fair and square?" He cut across the ice and body checked the player, slamming him into the wall. The game grinded to a halt.

"Go fuck yourself, Min!" The Wildfire player spat.

The crowd surged to their feet, shouting and banging on the glass. "Yoongi, don't let him bait you!" Jimin called out, hoping he would hear him. But it was clear Yoongi was already seeing red, pulling his fist back and clocking his opponent in the jaw.

The player flopped to the ice, looking injured. Yoongi huffed and reluctantly extended a hand to help the player to his feet. "Had enough yet?"

The opponent rolled on the ice, playing up his 'injury' for the refs. "I see a long dark tunnel! And a bright light at the end! Grandma, is that you?"

That was when the ref skated in close, blowing his whistle until he was blue in the face. "Match Penalty! Min, you're outta here!"

Jimin's heart was heavy in his chest as the game continued on, struggling to keep his reporter smile on as he went back on the air to provide coverage of the final period. "The final score tonight--the Tucson Wildfires trounce the Blades five to two. After Yoongi Min's ejection, the Blades lost the heart of the team and their passion for the sport." He moved toward the players' tunnel with Jungkook still rolling and following close behind. "Let's see if we can catch a few players for their reactions to this disappointing night." He scanned the player tunnel, but Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. Down the hall, Namjoon guarded the door to the locker room. Jimin approached Namjoon gently, gesturing for Jungkook to lower the camera so they could talk freely.

Namjoon sighed. "Not tonight, Jimin."

"You must be hurting." Jimin said.

"I'm hurting alright." Namjoon nodded. "Inside."

"Hit the showers!" The coach's voice rang out from the locker room. "I need to talk to Yoongi. Alone."

Jimin peeked over Namjoon's shoulder trying to get a glimpse into the locker room, but Namjoon blocked the doorway. "Players only."

"But Yoongi's invited me in before." Jimin pointed out. As much as Jimin was trying to focus on the present, the loss of the game smarting between his ribs, he couldn't help but remember the mesmerizing drip of water down Yoongi's toned body, his sharp smile through the steam. "He didn't have a problem with it then, why would he care now?"

"Because we're hurt, Jimin." Namjoon said. "He doesn't need you pouncing on him right now."

"Covering the team is our responsibility." Jimin reminded him. "People want to know what happened out there."

Namjoon crossed his arms. "We'll have a statement when Coach is ready. Until then…" He grimaced and widened his stance, looking determinedly over Jimin's head.

Jungkook pulled Jimin aside. "That's a goalie for you. Not only is he good looking, he's good at blocking. On and off the ice."

"He's gonna protect Yoongi just like he had their back in that fight." Jimin said. "And I can't blame them."

Just past Namjoon's shoulders, Jimin could see Coach storm out of his office, Yoongi rising to meet him. "Min! In my office! Now!"

"Yes, Coach."

Jimin groaned quietly. "I need to get in there."

"Maybe I can distract Namjoon?" Jungkook offered. "If you go in alone, you might have better luck."

"You might have to flirt with him." Jimin said. "Like blatantly."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed. "That sounds awfully forward of me if I were interested."

"Frame it however you want." Jimin said. "Just get him focused on you or your phone."

Throat bobbing nervously, Jungkook approached Namjoon, strategically positioning himself on the wall opposite from Jimin. Namjoon shifted toward Jungkook with a smile. "Hey, camera buddy."

Jungkook blinked owlishly. "Uh…my, what great muscles you have!"

Jimin shot Jungkook a covert thumbs up and slipped past Namjoon through the door. Ahead he could see the door to Coach's office ajar, his voice ringing out. "Have a seat, Yoongi. We need to talk." Jimin climbed into an empty cubby, making himself as small as possible and fired off a quick text to Jungkook.

I'm in. how's namjoon?

secured 😉

what's going on??

Jimin put his phone down and peered through the window into Coach's office. Yoongi's bruised face was just in view. "You don't have to say it, Coach. I know this is a bad one."

"No, kid, I actually do have to say it. And you're gonna sit there and hear me out." The coach sighed in exasperation. "Yoongi, you're like a son to me. You know better. How many times are we gonna have this talk?"

coach is PISSED

😨 how pissed?

think dad-grounding-his-wayward-child

It's kinda sad?? everyone looks ready to
scream or cry, hard to tell

that tracks, Coach and Yoongi have
always been tight

do you think he's gonna say 'I'm not
mad, I'm just disappointed'

if he does, the article writes itself

Yoongi's raised voice brought Jimin back to the real world. He glanced up just in time to see Yoongi slam a fist on Coach's desk. "I'm protecting my team! You saw that hit on Taehyung."

"You're embarrassing yourself. And me. Everyone but you can see that. Even that reporter, Jimin Park, knows it." At the mention of his name, Jimin's blood ran cold. The last thing he needed was another reason for Yoongi to distrust him. "You heard him on Off the Ice. Explain to me why some anchor newbie knows better than myteam captain how he should act?"

Yoongi's jaw ticked. "I can't." Jimin's hands trembled as he sent Jungkook another text.

question: can Coach or Yoongi get me
fired?

Did they find you? 😱

no, but…

Coach HATES me

He isn't happy with my OTI takes

i mean

what are you supposed to say??

he lets Yoongi get away with too much.
if u push coach to see that…

GOOD!!! 😤

"Yoongi, you're damn talented." Coach said. "One of the best in the league. But unless you can learn when to pick a fight and when to let it go…Management is gonna see you as a liability."

"Is that what you think I am, Coach?"

The hesitation that followed was answer enough. Hurt flashed across Yoongi's face but was quickly masked by indifference. "I can't protect you if you keep acting this way. And that would break my heart, kid."

"So they'd trade me?"

"It's a possibility. Right now, they're just testing the waters. Wants me to try out a new offense…one that doesn't include you."

Yoongi's eyes widened. "They're benching me? Coach, you can't!"

Coach shook his head. "It's not up to me, Yoongi. The League's suspended you for the next three games. Take this time to get your head on straight. Then come back, be the captain the Blades need, the one I know you can be."

"Yes, Coach."

Jimin's phone buzzed embarrassingly loudly in the silence now coming from the Coach's office. He scrambled to silence it, holding his breath as Coach's office door creaked open and shut. Footsteps closed in on his hiding spot. "Don't tell me you actually think this is a good spot to hide, Park."

Heart pounding in his chest, Jimin unfolded himself from the cubby with a groan. "How'd you know?"

Yoongi scoffed. "If there's gossip within a five-mile radius, your nose is already buried in it. And I heard your phone vibrate." He brushed past Jimin and headed for his locker, pulling off his jersey.

Jimin's eyes raked over his body, framed by the bulk of his armor. Then he shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "That's all you have to say? I'm used to more zing from you."

Yoongi swept a hand down his body in an enticing gesture, his hard smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Not enough for you?"

"You know what I mean." Jimin crossed his arms. "Aren't you gonna gloat?"

"Doesn't really feel like the time." Yoongi said. "We can say you got off easy."

Jimin tilted his head. "What if I don’t' wanna get off easy?"

"I have a short refractory period." Yoongi said. "I'm sure I'll be back at the bit in no time."

"So you're not mad?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi's defeated posture and the glazed distance in his eyes made tendrils of worry curl in Jimin's stomach. "By tomorrow, everyone's gonna know about the suspension anyway. But I do wish you hadn't heard all that."

Jimin frowned, wanting nothing more than for Yoongi to be back to his infuriating self. "I'm sorry. I'd hug you but I have a feeling you hate hugs or you're allergic to hugs or a hug killed your grandmother." Yoongi cracked a tiny smile and seeing it made Jimin's heart squeeze. Jimin leaned against Yoongi's locker, pinning him with a stare. "Management's gonna regret this. Management's already seen how the team looks without you. After you were ejected, the Blades allowed five goals and scored none. It was a blowout."

"Don't you get it?" Yoongi asked. "That's why they want me out. If the team knows they can't rely on me ahead of time, they'll adjust. Management's hoping it'll get better."

"Then prove you deserve to stay." Jimin said. "Stop picking fights where everyone loses. Show you can keep your cool. And utilize the connection you have with Seattle. Get the public on your side."

Yoongi sighed. "After tonight, that's not gonna happen."

Jimin smiled. "Unless I help you." He let the words linger for a beat, watching as realization dawned on Yoongi's face.

"You want to do some featurette bullshit?" Yoongi asked in disbelief. "I should've known you'd pounce on this."

"Who's pouncing?" Jimin asked. "Trust me, Min. I can make you a media darling. And I love a challenge. Sportsmanship might be a long shot, but you have plenty of other qualities we can use."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and leaned back on his palms, starin gup at Jimin with unchecked curiosity. "What kind of qualities?"

"Your protective streak." Jimin said. "It's admirable even when it's misguided. Sometimes that even makes it sexier."

"Is that how you felt at the Sin Bin?" Yoongi smirked.

Jimin's mouth went dry at the implications, his memory a pool of Yoongi's rigid body shielding him from Elijah. "Let's just say I can see the appeal. And I can market it. Now don't deflect. The point is, when I'm done with you, Management will regret their decision. I can guarantee it."

Yoongi leaned in, his gaze roving Jimin's face, lingering just a breath longer on his lips. "You think you can tame me? I-" His eyes flickered with emotion. Then his jaw clenched, and he rolled his eyes, rising to his feet. "You don’t know what you're talking about. You have no idea what it's like actually on the ice. Easy for you to say. You're safe and cozy on the sidelines while I’m out there skating for my life."

Anger lanced through Jimin's body, and he stepped closer to Yoongi until their chests were nearly touching. "Fine, you won't listen to reason? Let me speak your language, Captain." As he stared Yoongi down, tension coiled between their bodies, spiking the air with an electric charge. "I challenge you to a shootout."

His declaration echoed in the empty room, his ragged breath the only sound filling the space between them. "You really wanna challenge me?" Yoongi finally asked, his gruff voice sending a shiver down Jimin's spine.

Jimin lifted his chin, grinning with a wicked and almost certainly misplaced confidence. "If youre' so concerned about what you're doing on the ice, let's hash it out there. If I win, I get full press access to you." Yoongi raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking down Jimin's body. Jimin wasn't sure if he felt sized up or turned on. "I'm gonna show you I'm for real."

"But I've already seen just how real you are, Park." Yoongi pointed out. If distracting Jimin was a tactic, it worked. Instead of the goal, Jimin could suddenly only picture Yoongi's hands on his bare skin. Yoongi leaned in close, testing Jimin's resolve with an intense stare. His eyes drilled into Jimin’s, and a shiver pulsed through him. "Best of five?"

Refusing to back down, Jimin met Yoongi's stare with defiance. "Naturally. Tomorrow morning. At 10:00 sharp." He offered his hand and Yoongi took it.

Yoongi's fingers, rough and callused, gripped Jimin tight, drawing him in, making Jimin part of Yoongi's heat. "Don't think I'll go easy on you."

"I'd be offended if you did."

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Jimin's eyes shot open as his alarm went off, his fingers already tingling from adrenaline. His whole career possibly hinged on the upcoming shootout. And hockey was literally Yoongi's job. What had Jimin been thinking? A pit formed in his stomach as he climbed out of bed to start getting ready.

When he arrived at the arena, much earlier than they'd agreed upon, he was surprised to see Yoongi's car already in the lot. Did Yoongi ever sleep, Jimin wondered as he hurried inside.

Inside the arena, Yoongi was already warming up. He was in the zone, slapping pucks into the net with an almost arousing ferocity. Without all the build of his usual gear, Jimin could fully appreciate the power and control in Yoongi's body as he swooped across the ice. Don't get distracted, he reminded himself. His career was literally on the line.

Jimin took a seat on the player's bench and began to lace up his skates. When Yoongi noticed him, he carved his way across the ice. "Glad to see you finally showed up, Park. Thought maybe you'd chickened out."

"I was busy thinking about how you'd look under my skate." Jimin said without missing a beat. "Pinned to the ice, begging for mercy when you lose."

Yoongi snorted. "You seem to have that backward. Only person begging is gonna be you."

Jimin smirked. "We'll see who's backward when they surgically remove my skate from your ass. Along with your ego."

A spark flashed in Yoongi's eyes. After the previous night's disaster, seeing him back on his game had Jimin's body thrumming with excitement. "Enough chirping, Park. Let's see you skate." Jimin grabbed a spare hockey stick and joined Yoongi on the ice. "Classic shootout rules. We take turns scoring goals on each other. Or in your case, failing to score goals on me."

"I only need three." Jimin retorted. "I'll take those odds."

Yoongi shrugged. "Your funeral."

His dismissive attitude lit a full-on bonfire in Jimin's belly. He wanted to win it. Bad. "It's on, Min."

Yoongi scooted the puck to center ice and Jimin skated backward to guard his goal. "I'll go easy on you this time." Yoongi said. "Half strength." With a flick of his wrist, Yoongi sent a snap shot zinging toward the goal and Jimin. Jimin's skates cut sharply into the ice, sending up a white spray as he slammed the puck to the other end of the rink, smirking at Yoongi after. "Nice block. Been practicing fielding all the men who come onto you?"

It was clearly bait but it worked. Jimin locked eyes with Yoongi, his breath rushing out of his lungs. "So far just you."

Yoongi kicked the puck toward center ice. "Your turn." Jimin skated toward the goal, but Yoongi stretched his hockey stick, tipping the puck away toward the corner of the rink. "Not used to handling the shaft of that lumber, are you?" Yoongi smirked. "I could teach you a few things." The heat in his eyes had Jimin wishing he could wrap his hand around his shaft, make him eat his words.

They turned to each other, their eyes clashing in a challenge. Jimin could read the taunt in Yoongi's gaze. Jimin took off in a mad dash to retrieve the puck, the edges of his skates cutting deep into the ice. He slammed his hip into Yoongi's, throwing him off balance just as he reached the puck and slammed it into the net. "And he steals!" Jimin cheered, skating a victory lap.

Yoongi shook his head although he was grinning. "Dirty move, Park."

"You loved it." Jimin smiled.

"You're shameless." Yoongi said.

They fought on, the shootout turning into an epic battle. Jimin and Yoongi were both giving it their all. Yoongi redoubled his efforts, skating faster, slinging the puck with more power. "It's about time you took me seriously." Jimin said.

Yoongi scoffed. "Wipe that smile off your face. No one likes a gloater."

After what seemed like an eternity, the game was tied. Jimin rested his palms on his knees, hissing through the pain in his thighs. Yoongi lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Two-two." Jimin said.

"You're good at this." Yoongi nodded. "Better than I thought."

Jimin raised his eyebrows as he straightened up. "Was that an actual compliment?"

"Nope." Yoongi smirked. "Just think it's time for me to stop holding back."

That taunting smirk had Jimin digging for one last burst of energy. All he needed was one more goal. He aimed a shot for the far corner of the net and sent it flying but Yoongi lunged and managed to deflect it. Jimin scrambled for the puck, but Yoongi intercepted him and pinned him against the glass.

Yoongi's strong body held Jimin's captive, every hard muscle flush against his body. Jimin was breathless, acutely aware of the heat rolling off Yoongi's body, the sweat clinging to his eyelashes. "My turn, remember?" Yoongi's fiery eyes burned into Jimin's while his heart thudded in his chest.

They were both panting for breath, chests heaving. It was almost like they were battling over the air between them, neither one willing to give in. "Then why are you stalling?" Jimin asked.

And with that, Yoongi's unrivaled, all-consuming passion shifted from the game to Jimin. His gaze made a slow journey down Jimin's face, settling on his lips. Jimin's breath hitched, the memory of their kiss on the tip of his tongue. Although his brain was screaming at him that he couldn’t risk it again, the rest of Jimin's body was screaming for something completely different.

Jimin let his hockey stick clatter to the ice and pulled Yoongi close until their lips were only a breath apart. "Like I said." He whispered. "Take it or I will." He didn't give Yoongi a chance to respond before pressing their lips together, pushing all the aggression of the past hour into the kiss.

Yoongi gripped Jimin's waist, hips pinning him to the glass. A gasp caught in Jimin's throat as he felt Yoongi's strong hands slide down from his waist to his hips. But even with his hands roaming his body, Jimin ached to get closer, feel Yoongi's skin searing his own. He threw his arms around Yoongi's neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Yoongi explored Jimin's mouth with bold strokes of his tongue as if he were starving for something only Jimin could give.

As their bodies fought to get closer, Yoongi's thumb slid along the hem of Jimin's sweater, seeking access to his bare skin. "Your hands are freezing." Jimin gasped against Yoongi's lips.

"It's a hockey rink." Yoongi deadpanned. "I'm not sure what you expected."

"I know." Jimin pulled back just enough to meet Yoongi's gaze. "But there are ice cubes warmer than your fingertips. We've gotta warm those up." He took Yoongi's hands and pushed them under his shirt, pressing his palms flat against his stomach. The cold burned into Jimin, pulling another gasp from him. It was like diving into a mountain lake in midsummer. After a moment's adjustment, the prickling cold gave way to sheer pleasure.

"God, you feel good." As Yoongi leaned in to kiss him again, Jimin dragged Yoongi's hands right back where they'd left off. Yoongi's fingers dug into Jimin's hips, his thumbs caressing his bare skin.

One kiss yielded to another and another. Jimin moaned into Yoongi's mouth and savored the little growl he gave in return. There was something addicting about Yoongi's spicy wintry scent. Cedar and cinnamon. Jimin wanted to breathe it deep, let it fill his lungs. Dragging his mouth from Yoongi's, Jimin dipped his head and pressed a light kiss to Yoongi's throat, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Yoongi's arms wrapped around Jimin, making him feel deliciously warm and safe. Protected even.

As they kissed, Jimin lost all sense of time and place. It felt like forever if forever could go by way too fast. Eventually, Yoongi pulled back and met Jimin's gaze. His eyes searched Jimin's as if he were looking for the answer to an unknown question. Jimin's heartbeat chanted Yoongi's name in his ears. "Yoongi, I'm breaking so many rules." He whispered.

"Pretty sure hockey doesn't have any rules against kissing." Yoongi said.

Jimin shot him a playful look. "Making out with an interview subject is a pretty big no-no."

Yoongi ignored him, leaning in close to tease the curve of Jimin's ear with his breath. "Maybe I like guys who break the rules."

"So you won't mind if I cheat a little?" Jimin gave Yoongi a little push, sending him backward on his skates, and reached for his discarded hockey stick. "Let's finish this."

"Fine." Yoongi rubbed his chin, looking back toward the goal. "Time to end this. One shot. If you make it, you get your press access. But if you lose, you get lost." He took his place in front of the goal.

Jimin skated to center ice, carefully positioning the puck, and sized up his shot. "Get ready, Min." He took a deep, slow breath to steady his nerves. That shot was the first step to making his reporting dreams come true.

Yoongi stood right in the crease, directly in front of the goal. He was winded and still distracted by how much he wanted Jimin. Taking advantage of that weakness, Jimin caressed the hockey stick as he drove the puck into position, letting Yoongi's gaze linger on him, letting him imagine what could come next. "You gonna shoot with that stick or make love to it?" Yoongi called out to him.

Instantly, Jimin let loose with his strongest slap shot. Yoongi lunged to block but the shot sailed past him and into the net. "I WON!" With Yoongi looking on, Jimin celebrated with a victory lap, whooping and pumping his hockey stick in the air.

When Jimin stopped to catch his breath, Yoongi skated to his side. "I've gotta hand it to you, Park. You're a fierce competitor. Not many people would take on a pro hockey player."

"Not just any pro hockey player." Jimin said. "One of the best."

Yoongi smirked at the compliment. "I think you mean the best. Challenging me took guts."

"And winning took some serious moxie." Jimin added on.

"Yeah, you won the bet." Yoongi nodded. "But you earned my respect."

Jimin smiled. "About time."

They shared a rare smile of understanding and Jimin sensed something in Yoongi give way, surrendering to him. "You can get your postgame interviews, sideline reactions, whatever you else you need." Yoongi said.

"Full access." Jimin said. "To you."

Heat sparked in Yoongi's eyes, and he swept Jimin with a long, lingering gaze. "Whatever you want, Park. If you're up for the challenge, there's always Seattle's finest sports bar."

***

When Jimin finished up at the office, he was buzzing with energy. He wa eager to get started on improving Yoongi's image, and he planned to do so that night at Rusty's Sports Bar. As if he'd summoned Yoongi, Jimin's phone vibrated, lighting up with a message from the devil himself.

1. we still on for rusty's tonight?

hoping I'll cancel?

it crossed my mind…

no chance, baby

but i gave you my word. i'll be there,
even if it's a suicide mission

Don't sweat it, it's gonna be great
🔥

we'll see.

Anything i should know before we go?

just make sure they don't have a reason
to burn me at the stake

wear Blades colors… if you value my life

gives a new meaning to 'ride or die'
doesn't it?

Jimin lowered his phone, chewing on his bottom lip as thoughts of riding Yoongi filled his mind. He had to slow down. That night was purely about work and repairing Yoongi's image. But even as he thought that, he could feel the lingering heat of Yoongi's lips on his. He glanced at the clock and hurried out of the office, knowing he was cutting it close.

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When Jimin arrived at the sports bar, Yoongi was waiting outside. Jimin ignored the hard cut of Yoongi's physique in his jeans, the heat pooling low in his own belly. "Who could have guessed you're a punctual date?" Jimin teased the hockey player. "Be still my heart."

Yoongi scoffed quietly. "Don’t get a big head about it. I don't like people waiting on me." He looked Jimin over, his gaze lingering in all the right places. As always, the intensity of his gaze sent hot sparks shooting through Jimin's veins. "I see you took my advice." There was a look of genuine appreciation in his eyes, for Jimin's body and maybe for the fact that he had, in fact, dressed in Blades' colors.

"It's game night, baby!" Jimin cheered. "Gotta show our support."

"You mean where I ought to be right now?" Yoongi asked.

"You are where you need to be." Jimin assured him. "Tonight's about generating positive social media."

Yoongi gave him a flat look. "I got myself suspended, remember? If the Blades lose tonight, the fans will blame me."

Jimin shook his head. "Don't worry, Yoongi. If all else fails, we'll use your body. You can take off a layer or three and we'll parade you around until someone caves."

"I'm pretty sure you're projecting." Yoongi said. "They're not into me like that."

"First rule of media, Yoongi." Jimin playfully patted Yoongi on the arm, letting his touch linger. "Sex sells."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, unamused. "When they eat me alive, I'm sacrificing you as an appetizer." Jimin grabbed a still grumbling Yoongi by the wrist and dragged him toward the bar entrance.

As they entered the bar, Jimin took out his phone to record Yoongi's welcome. But there was no welcome. The moment Yoongi stepped through the door, conversations died down, heads turned, and suspicious gazes skewered them both. "Well, well. Look who's here. The hothead himself." Beside Jimin, Yoongi's body tensed up. Jimin knew the hockey player's temper would be tested that night. "Couldn't hold it together for one game, could you? Just had to get yourself suspended."

If Jimin didn't defuse the situation fast, the night was going to end before it even started. He laid a hand on Yoongi's bicep, and Yoongi glanced over at him, slowly relaxing. "Give it time." Jimin whispered. "We just got here." He then raised his voice to the crowd. "If Yoongi can't be on the ice, what better place than Rusty's with the most diehard Blades fans in Seattle. Right?" He elbowed Yoongi in the ribs.

Yoongi ground out a single, unconvincing syllable. "Right."

As they approached a pair of empty seats at the bar, one of them was quickly 'occupied' by a jacket. "This one's taken, Min." The bar patron looked over Jimin and nodded at the single available seat. "But we always got room for a true fan."

"Sit, Park." Yoongi grunted. "I'll stand."

A middle-aged woman behind the bar arrowed a sharp look at the self-appointed guardian of the seats. "Ollie, make room for them both. We treat Blades players with respect in this bar. Even if they're bonafide dumbasses."

"But Rusty-"

"The only 'but' I wanna hear is your butt sliding over." Ollie sulkily moved over, leaving room for both Jimin and Yoongi to sit.

"Appreciate it, Rusty." Yoongi nodded toward the woman.

Rusty narrowed her eyes at Yoongi. "Don't appreciate nothin'. I'm still pissed off about the suspension, Min. Tonight, you pay for your beer." Her rapt attention slid to Jimin. "A little team spirit goes a long way with this crowd. Good call, considering they're ready to smack Yoongi upside the noggin."

Jimin nodded slightly. "We're gonna do our best to prevent that."

"Aren't you on the TV?" Rusty asked. "What are you doing here with him?"

"I'm just Jimin." He introduced himself. "The new sideline reporter."

"Remember the name, Rusty." Yoongi said. "Jimin will be anchoring the whole damn show before we know it."

Before Jimin could respond, he heard the familiar strain of the show's intro music coming from the TV over the bar. "Welcome back to our special game night edition of Off the Ice." Hoseok smiled at the camera.

"Tonight, Yoongi Min won't be joining his team." Seokjin said. "Hoseok, how do you think the Blades will fare without their guiding star?"

Hoseok sighed. "Seokjin, I gotta say, it looks grim. Min's the Blades leading scorer, and his passion and intensity fuel the whole team."

"I guess we'll find out tonight! Final predictions before face off?"

"Hurts me to say it but the Blades will lose this one four to zero."

The show cut to a commercial break. When Jimin turned to Yoongi, he was glaring at the TV screen with his jaw clenched. "Those jackasses picked my team to lose."

"Take it as a compliment." Jimin said quickly. "They're only predicting a loss because they know you're irreplaceable. Didn't you hear Hoseok talk about your passion and intensity?" He nudged his shoulder against Yoongi's and gave him a flirty look. "I think he's got a thing for you, Yoongi. And I can't blame him."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think of my 'passion' and 'intensity'?"

Jimin smiled. "It has its benefits." He slid a beer in Yoongi's direction, and Yoongi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he took a sip.

On the TV, the players circled the ice a few times while Coach Smith shouted encouragement from the bench to fire them up. As the referees prepared for the face off, Taehyung looked straight into the sideline camera and thumped his chest with his fist. "This one's for you, Yoongi!"

The fans in the bar cheered and one of them even clapped Yoongi on the shoulder. Yoongi lifted his beer, toasting in the direction of the TV. "You're a real one, Taehyung." But his smile faded as, on the TV, he watched Elijah take his place at center ice for the face off.

With a furtive glance around to make sure no one saw him, Jimin slid his hand to the side until it rested atop Yoongi's denim clad thigh. Keeping his eyes fixed on the TV, Jimin gave Yoongi's thigh a reassuring squeeze. "So far, so good." He whispered encouragingly. "Keep it up."

When he moved to withdraw his touch, Yoongi’s hand clapped over Jimin's, trapping his palm against his thigh. Yoongi's thumb stroked the back of Jimin's hand and Jimin felt it everywhere. Yoongi's voice took on a devilish tone. "So far, so good. Keep it up."

"And that's an early goal from Elijah Dupont, giving the blades a one to zero lead!" On the TV, Elijah was circling the ice in celebration and collecting hugs and fist bumps from the whole Blades team.

Jimin glanced at Yoongi's souring expression and scanned the bar for a new distraction. In the corner, he spotted an old air hockey table. "What do you say, Min?" Jimin nudged him, gesturing to the game. "Brave enough to take me on?" He grabbed Yoongi's hand and carved a path through the crowd to the table.

Yoongi snorted. "You're just trying to distract me from the game."

"Is it working?" Jimin asked.

"Depends." Yoongi sat on the corner of the air hockey table. "Name the stakes."

Jimin cocked his head. "Loser buys drinks the rest of the night."

Yoongi's eyes skimmed the contours of Jimin's body, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "We could do that. But what if we sweetened the pot?"

The dark, suggestive quality of Yoongi's voice made Jimin weak in the knees. "How sweet? You've got that look in your eye."

"Guilty." Yoongi stood, put his hands on Jimin's waist, and turned Jimin away from him, pointing him toward a small, unmarked door in the bar's back corner. "See that closet over there? We duck in there for seven minutes and whoever loses the game has to do whatever the other wants." He leaned in to whisper in Jimin's ear, his breath caressing his neck. Jimin's skin rippled with goosebumps. "Fair warning, Park, there are a lot of things I want to do."

"Don't tempt me." Jimin murmured. "We're here for work."

"I thought you were a hustler." Yoongi said. "If you win, you could use your seven minutes in heaven to get a juicy quote…"

Jimin glanced at Yoongi over his shoulder. "If we go in that closet, Min, I have no intention of just talking to you."

"Good." Yoongi smirked. "Me neither."

All Jimin had to do was imagine Yoongi's body pressed up against his own in the dark, and he knew Yoongi had him. He was tempted. And weak. "I'm no coward." Jimin turned to face Yoongi. "But just so you know, your ass is mine."

Yoongi headed to the opposite side of the air hockey table and sent a paddle coasting in Jimin's direction. "That's what I'm hoping, Park. Let's see what you got." He gave Jimin a hungry look that made his pulse race. Jimin imagined all the things he'd do to Yoongi in that closet, or have Yoongi do to him. Either way, Jimin was definitely winning the bet.

The game started out slow, but their volleys quickly increased in speed and intensity until they were smacking the puck back and forth across the table. Yoongi drew first blood, catching Jimin off guard and slamming the puck into his goal. "Lucky shot." Jimin grumbled.

"Keep telling yourself that." Yoongi said. "It's all skill."

Jimin focused on defending his goal, deflecting Yoongi's shots and waiting for his opening. It wasn't long before a ringing shot pulled Yoongi off balance, leaving Jimin just enough room to squeak in a goal. As the game continued, Yoongi honed his focus, matching Jimin goal for goal. "Hey, Yoongi." Jimin suddenly said. "Do you know how proud I am of you?"

Yoongi's focus wavered as he looked at Jimin in surprise. " You're what?" He was so stunned, he stood frozen in place while Jimin shot the puck straight into the goal. "Hold on, scroll back a little. Are you feeding me fake compliments as a game strategy?"

"Not fake at all." Jimin shook his head. "I am proud of you. You showed up tonight, ready to give it a shot. And you're doing amazing." Yoongi busied himself retrieving the puck and sipping his beer, clearly uncomfortable with Jimin's praise.

After a few rounds, they were nearly tied. Yoongi motioned toward the flickering scoreboard. "Looks like I might actually lose this one to you. You're gonna be walking home a rich man." He tipped his head toward the closet door and gave Jimin a heated look.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten what's on the line." Just the thought of having Yoongi at his mercy was enough to send all the blood in Jimin's body rushing south. But surrendering to Yoongi's wishes sounded pretty damn hot too.

"Let's finish this." Yoongi said.

The puck was in Jimin's corner. He scanned the table, considering how he wanted to play that last point. He dusted off his college geometry knowledge and banked a shot off the side. The puck bounced from one side to the other, picking up a backspin on its last bounce and rocketing into the goal. Yoongi watched with amusement as Jimin shimmied in a little victory dance. "We get it, Park. You won."

"And that means you're mine." Jimin closed the distance between them with a smirk, rested his hand on Yoongi's shoulder, and walked his fingers down his arm. "I've got plans for you, Yoongi Min."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "I'm dying to find out what they are."

Jimin captured Yoongi's wrist and, with a quick check over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, yanked the hockey player into the closet. Once they were both inside, Yoongi locked the door behind them. The soft click of the lock was somehow the sexiest sound Jimin had ever heard. The air in the tiny closet turned to steam and the darkness of the space pushed them closer together. "Lights on or off, Boss?"

"On." Jimin said. "I want to see you."

"Yes, sir." Yoongi smirked. Jimin let his gaze linger on Yoongi's face, taking in the way shadows carved the shape of his cheekbones, and how the light caressed his bottom lip. "I'm at your command, Park."

A thrill of power surged through Jimin's veins. "Exactly. Take off your shirt."

Yoongi didn't waste a moment, yanking his shirt free of his waistband and peeling it over his head. "How's that?"

"Good." Jimin nodded in approval. "Better than good. You're perfect." He took his time drinking in the gorgeous sight before him. Light flickered over Yoongi's bared torso, the contours of his strong shoulders, muscled arms, toned abdomen. "Why don’t turn for me? Slowly." He made a little twirling motion with his finger, directing Yoongi to do a full turn. "I want to see that ass, Min, because it's mine." He bit his lip as Yoongi turned in front of him. "Nice."

"I know you're in charge here." Yoongi said. "But if you keep looking at me like that, you won't be for long."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Guess I'd better start touching then." He sidled closer to Yoongi, still keeping his hands to himself. Yoongi's breath quickened to a husky rasp. Jimin let the tension of the moment stretch and stretch.

"That's enough." Yoongi took Jimin by the waist and pulled him against him, sweeping Jimin into a passionate kiss.

The closer door rattled on its hinges as Yoongi backed Jimin into it. Jimin clutched onto Yoongi in a frenzied struggle to get closer, kiss deeper. Yoongi took Jimin's ass in both hands, pulling his body flush with his. Jimin rocked his hips against Yoongi, grinding against the heat of his body. White hot pleasure streaked through Jimin. "I can't get enough of the way you touch me." Jimin groaned. Yoongi gave a sexy growl and slid his hands up Jimin's arms and down his chest. His palms glided over the planes of his pecs then moved down to explore the taut landscape of his abs. He hooked his fingers under Jimin's waistband, teasing him with the suggestion that he'd like to explore lower places too. Jimin started to moan until Yoongi pulled him into another intoxicating kiss, swallowing the sound of pleasure from Jimin's throat.

When they finally broke apart for air, Jimin was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, and it still wasn't enough. Jimin wanted to feel Yoongi everywhere, all at once, in every possible way. On Jimin. Under Jimin. Inside Jimin. Surrounding Jimin. "I want you, Jimin." Yoongi murmured, his mouth claiming Jimin's again.

Before Jimin completely lost himself and started clawing away every shred of clothing between them, the doorknob rattled. Yoongi put his fingers to Jimin's lips to keep him silent and they waited, Jimin's heart pounding as he tried to control his breathing. He stared into Yoongi's eyes, certain they were about to be caught, until finally he heard footsteps retreating. "Looks like we made it through." Yoongi said, releasing Jimin.

Jimin exhaled shakily as he untangled himself from Yoongi's arms. Yoongi smirked as Jimin tamed his mussed hair. "We almost got caught." Jimin breathed out.

Yoongi grinned. "Sexy, right?" He trailed a fingertip down Jimin's arm.

Jimin suppressed a shiver. "Not what I meant. It's dangerous."

"I think we've established that neither of us fears a little danger." Yoongi said. To punctuate his point, he pressed his lips to Jimin's throat.

A tiny, tortured sound escaped Jimin's lips. "We should go back out there." He pulled away from Yoongi. "Carefully."

"Aye, aye, Captain." Yoongi playfully saluted him.

Jimin shot Yoongi his middle finger before putting himself back together as best he could. "Do I look presentable? Are my clothes straight?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Park, I'm too busy picturing you naked. I couldn’t tell you a thing about your clothes."

"Min, you are shameless." Jimin shook his head, ignoring his flaming cheeks.

They stepped out of the closet one at a time, hoping no one noticed. Fortunately, all eyes were still on the game. They started making their way back to the bar where Rusty had kept their seats reserved for them. "Finally, you're back." Rusty said. "The second period just ended. Blades are on top, two to one. Kim had a great goal."

On the TV screen, the third period started. A roar from the crowd let Jimin know the Blades had scored again. Thanks to Elijah. Yoongi applauded stiffly even though Jimin could tell it was eating him up inside. "The Blades are ahead." Jimin whispered to him. "The crowd is happy. This is the perfect time to strike." He eased his phone from his pocket to capture some footage and Yoongi groaned. "Come on, this would be the opportune time to buy the bar a round and make a speech. Really win them over."

Yoongi's gaze slid down Jimin's body, turning his blood to lava. "I'd rather take you home and win you over. But fine." He smirked at Jimin's scandalized expression but dutifully lifted his beer and climbed to his feet and onto the bar to tower over everyone. Jimin pulled up his studio's news livestream and hit record as Yoongi got the bar's attention. "Listen up! I'm making you all a promise."

"Get down from there! You're blocking the screen!"

Jimin expected Yoongi to bristle at that, but Yoongi just looked at Jimin as if for a lifeline. "What do I say?" He whispered.

"Promise them you'll do better by your team." Jimin advised.

Yoongi nodded and cleared his throat. "I just wanted to say the Blades mean everything to me and-"

"If you care about your team so much, how come we all saw that video of you decking Dupont outside a club?!"

"Let me tell you something, pal." Yoongi scowled. "Elijah Dupont is a first rate-" Yoongi glanced at Jimin, caught himself, and redirected, unclenching his fists with measured slowness. "Elijah Dupont is a first-rate player. The Blades are lucky to have him and so am I." From Jimin's side of the phone, he watched a flurry of applause emojis on the livestream. He flashed Yoongi a thumbs up. "So here's to the Blades, the city of Seattle, the fans, and…hell, here's to Elijah Dupont!"

When Yoongi climbed down from the barstool, fans swarmed him for selfies. Jimin caught it all on the livestream, grinning to himself. He glanced back up at the TV to see the game was almost over. The last few seconds ticked off the game clock. "BLADES WIN!" The bar erupted into cheers, drowning out the sound of the game.

Jimin continued to watch the screen as Jungkook began to interview Coach Smith. "Two more games on Yoongi's suspension means he'll return by the end of next week. You must be looking forward to it."

"It'll be great to have Yoongi back. But the Blades will be trying something new."

"Hey, Coach is talking!" Yoongi exclaimed. "Rusty, crank up the volume." A hush fell over the bar as Yoongi looked up at the TV screen, eyes hard and jaw tensed.

"Elijah Dupont will be taking Yoongi's place as first line center."

Dread filled Jimin's stomach as he glanced at Yoongi, noting the way his hand tightened around the edge of the bar. "Better kick that plan of yours into overdrive, Jimin." Yoongi said, through gritted teeth. "Sounds like we've got competition."

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Jimin and Jungkook looked on from the sidelines as Elijah stole the puck out from under Yoongi's nose and fired it into the goal. When practice ended, Yoongi ripped off his gloves and slammed the guards on his skate blades with a stormy scowl. Jimin sighed deeply. "Wish me luck getting a quote today."

"Shouldn't you be interviewing Elijah?" Jungkook asked. "Like it or not, he is the new Blades golden boy."

With a regretful look in Yoongi's direction, Jimin grabbed his mic and jogged over to Elijah. "Got time for a quick interview, Elijah?"

Elijah smirked. "I always got time for an interview. A star player's gotta keep the fans happy, right?"

"How generous." Jimin said flatly, glancing over Elijah's shoulder and catching sight of Yoongi watching from the sidelines. Yoongi had lost his jersey, now just wearing his hockey gear. "So Elijah, the next game will be your first since Yoongi's return from suspension. Stepping into a role like his must be intimidating. After all, he's one of the league's all-time top scorers and has played in multiple championship finals."

Elijah's plastered on smile flickered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Yeah but has he won any? I'm gonna turn that around. It's destiny. I've got 'star player' in my DNA."

Jimin whipped out his phone and started scrolling through the Blades hashtag. "I guess but what do you have to say to your critics on social media?"

"I wasn't aware I had any."

Jimin swore he could hear Yoongi's snort of laughter, and the small sound of approval gave him the courage to drive it home. "Some people are saying you haven't earned a starting role. BladesNation420 says, 'Dupont filled in for a few games and thinks he can replace Yoongi Min? What is Coach Smith smoking?'"

Elijah scowled. "'BladesNation420' should put down his phone and hold on to his butt because he's about to see a legend in the making. Me."

"So that's your official comment?" Jimin asked.

"My comment is it's not a big deal." Elijah smiled once more. "Social media's just noise. What matters is the scoreboard. And I'm gonna light it up."

Jimin wrapped up the interview and Jungkook packed up his camera. Then Jimin sidled up to Yoongi on the sidelines. "I should tell you to lay off my team." Yoongi mused. "But Elijah deserved a reality check and then some."

"You liked that?" Jimin smirked. "I'm just giving him a taste of what's to come. He should thank me."

Yoongi's eyebrow quirked and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple, kissing his jaw on the way down. "This is why I don't get on reporters' bad sides."

"You seemed to like my 'bad side' when I was breaking the rules for you." Jimin pointed out.

He could see Yoongi calling to mind the feel of his skin beneath his hands, the yield of Jimin's lips against his. "I guess you're just special then." Yoongi said.

"Your bad boy image though…" Jimin shook his head slightly. "We made a solid start at Rusty’s, but we need more material."

Yoongi tilted his head. "What about Coach's potluck? Team always gathers to celebrate fall this time of year."

Jimin smiled. "Sounds cute. Fluffy. It would be the perfect opportunity to show you at your best."

"Just so we're on the same page, what is my best?" Yoongi asked.

As Jimin stepped back, he raked his eyes down Yoongi's toned, glistening arms, his skin peeking out from under his padding. "We'll showcase your loyalty. Elijah is all about Elijah. But I've seen your friendship with Taehyung and the bond you have with Coach." He slid a hand over the curve of Yoongi's shoulder, down to his chest over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "Let the public see that you care about the team, and they'll be on your slide. Loyalty is sexy, after all."

Yoongi tried to bite back a smile. "Don't make me regret bringing this up. I'm blushing."

"Yoongi be serious." Jimin said. "With Elijah pushing his advantage, we've got to show the fans--and Management--your human side. Besides, if we don't get you back in the star scorer role, I'll be stuck interviewing Elijah all season." He shuddered dramatically.

Yoongi chuckled, grabbing his jersey with a competitive glint in his eyes. "Then it's time we give Elijah a challenge."

***

The day of the potluck, Jimin arrived at Coach's house early with his camera, hoping to scope out the lighting before the party started. "Jimin, you're early!" Coach exclaimed. "I've got a leaning tower of IPA to fix but Yoongi's in the kitchen."

"Sure thing." Jimin nodded. "Whatever you're cooking in there smells amazing."

As Coach rushed off to finish the party preparations, Jimin followed his nose to the kitchen. Yoongi shot him a grin over his shoulder and gestured to the bowl on the counter in front of him. "I'm on chicken wing duty. Just finishing up the sauce."

Jimin drank in the jeans showing off Yoongi's ass, the shirt sleeves rolled up to show off his taut, sexy forearms as he whisked. Unable to resist the temptation, Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist and leaned against his back. "Since when do you cook? You never struck me as the domestic kind."

"I like to eat." Yoongi shrugged. "Made up my own hot sauce recipe one year and now it's the talk of the town."

"Are you trying to show off?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi suddenly turned around, bring them chest to chest as he took hold of Jimin's hips. "Is it working? I'm angling for a taste tester."

Jimin felt a thrill at the proximity and at the low, sultry timbre of Yoongi's voice. He couldn't help teasing out the moment. "I've always wanted to taste something of yours."

Yoongi nearly dropped the spoon and Jimin raised his eyebrows in the picture of innocence. "I thought you didn’t know I cook." Yoongi said.

Jimin rested a hip against the counter, watching Yoongi sweat as he let the innuendo stretch. "I didn't." He tilted his head. "What do you need me for anyway? Sounds like everyone already loves this sauce."

"I'm adding a little extra kick to it this year." Yoongi explained. "I wanted to get a second opinion on the flavor." His eyes lifted back to Jimin's, his mouth quirking to the side. He sized Jimin up with a slow, teasing gaze. "Only if you're sure you can take the heat. This is your only warning." His heavy gaze dropped to Jimin's lips, lingering there for a long moment.

Jimin felt his own hunger start to rise in response to Yoongi’s blatant flirting. "Min, you should know by now, I can take whatever you're dishing out."

A competitive glint appeared in Yoongi's eyes, and he leaned a centimeter closer so that Jimin felt his responding breath against his lips. "Then stop watching and start helping, Park." Jimin tried to ignore the flutter in his stomach as Yoongi put a bit more distance between the two of them and grabbed some measuring utensils. "Hand me the cayenne pepper. It's on the spice rack."

Jimin found the bottle of cayenne pepper and handed it to Yoongi, their fingers brushing ever so slightly. The whisper of a touch was enough to make Jimin's body hum with want. There was something so sexy about watching Yoongi measure out ingredients and whisk them together with concentration and easy confidence. "You obviously know your way around the kitchen. What got you into cooking?"

"Didn't have a lot of money growing up." Yoongi said. "When I was 10, I found a beat-up recipe book in one of those free libraries in my neighborhood. I started teaching myself from there. It was a lot of improvisation." He added a dash of cayenne pepper to the sauce before picking up the spoon and giving it a vigorous stir.

"It sounds like you were a resourceful kid." Jimin mused. "A 10-year-old teaching himself to cook? That's impressive."

"The grocery budget was tight, and we usually didn’t have all the ingredients in the house for the recipe." Yoongi said.

"And somewhere along the way, your epic wing sauce was born?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi shook his head slightly. "The sauce is a fan favorite, but it's taken many, many years to get it just right." He measured out a spoonful of sticky, dark molasses and added it to the saucepan, deftly adjusting the heat as he did.

"For a self-taught cook, you seem to have mastered the art by now." Jimin said.

Chuckling, Yoongi shot Jimin a sidelong look full of innuendo. "Cooking's not that hard. It's kinda like sex."

Jimin raised his eyebrows. "Sex?"

Yoongi nodded. "It's all about watching for cues, adapting, improvising…" His voice trailed off and he slowly bit his bottom lip. Jimin bit his own reflexively, feeling hypnotized. "Tasting." His tone brought Jimin's blood to a simmer. Jimin met Yoongi's eyes again only to find him smirking. "So how do your tastes run?"

"Are we talking in the kitchen?" Jimin asked.

"For now." Yoongi's cocky grin made Jimin's face grow hot. Jimin had a hard time focusing on Yoongi's next words as his gaze jumped back to Yoongi's lips. "So what's your preference? Spicy or sweet?"

Jimin swallowed thickly. "The hotter the better."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You're a real daredevil, huh?"

"I guess you could say I've got an adventurous streak." Jimin said. "Sometimes it comes back to bite me.” His lips quirked, leaning the tiniest bit closer to Yoongi. “But I don't mind a little biting."

Yoongi’s tongue darted out to wet his lip. "Noted." Jimin shivered at the intensity of Yoongi's gaze and the note of promise in his voice. "It's the moment of truth, Park." He dipped the spoon in the sauce then brought it within inches of Jimin's lips, pausing to give another sexy quirk of his eyebrow. "Unless you've decided to throw in the towel."

"Who, me? Never." Jimin held Yoongi's gaze as his lips touched the spoon, parting just enough to take in a little of the sauce. He drew back slowly, moaning in the back of his throat as he savored the flavor. His tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth.

Yoongi watched Jimin's lips as if hypnotized, his eyes flaring with desire. His throat bobbed with the force of his swallow and his voice came out raspy. "What's the verdict?"

"It's good. Really good. But…" Jimin bit his bottom lip, mirroring Yoongi's earlier move and watching as his pupils dilated. "A touch more spice could make it even better." He gently pushed the spoon back toward Yoongi. "Your turn."

Yoongi lifted the spoon to his mouth and Jimin watched hungrily as his lips touched the metal. Yoongi savored the sauce before nodding. "You're right. It needs a little more depth."

He started to turn back to the stove, but Jimin stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Hold still. You've got a little sauce right…" Jimin reached out to dab it away, tracing the curve of Yoongi's bottom lip with his thumb. "There."

Before Jimin could pull away, Yoongi caught his hand in his own. Jimin watched breathlessly as Yoongi brought Jimin's thumb to his mouth and sucked it clean. "Waste not, want not."

Yoongi's lips were close enough to kiss. Close enough to taste. It would be so easy to lean in, erasing those last few inches of space between Jimin's mouth and Yoongi's.

The sound of the doorbell had Jimin and Yoongi jumping apart, Taehyung's voice booming from the other room soon after. "Look out, people! The party has arrived!"

"And there goes my zen." Yoongi sighed.

Jimin clapped a hand on Yoongi's shoulder and gave him a playful jostle. "Smile for the camera, Min. Now that the team's here, we can get to work on Operation Image Booster."

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Jimin headed outside to shoot footage as the Blades players arrived at the table with the dishes they'd brought. "I made enough mac n cheese to feed the whole league." Taehyung announced. "Hope you're hungry."

"I don't see Yoongi's wings!" Namjoon exclaimed, despair filling his tone. "Tell me they aren't off the menu!"

Yoongi's voice rang from inside the house. "Chill, Namjoon! They're coming!" The team whooped as Yoongi came out of the kitchen, still tossing the wings. Jimin lifted his phone to film the moment. As Yoongi approached the table, Jimin zoomed in on his scowling expression. "Can you guys back off? You're like a pack of fucking hyenas."

"Chill, Yoongi, we just wanna make sure you didn't burn the goods." Namjoon said.

"You're one to talk." Yoongi retorted.

Jimin smiled at the exchange before falling into reporter mode. "We're here in Coach Smith's kitchen with Yoongi Min. So Yoongi, tell us what's cookin'?"

Yoongi scowled for a second longer before relaxing into a familiar cocky grin. "These are the legendary hot wings. They're the star of every Blades potluck. I'm not allowed through the door without them."

"It's true." Taehyung said. "We literally made him go back home when he forgot them last year."

Yoongi set the rack at the center of the table for the camera. Jimin zoomed in for the mouthwatering closeup. "Yoongi, you've gotta tell us your secret. Does your success come from heat?"

"If you wanna be the best at something, you need that fire in your belly." Yoongi said.

"True passion." Jimin mused.

Yoongi's lips quirked. "Exactly. And as much as I like being in the kitchen, nothing compares to being on the ice. But the real secret to my legendary hot wings is in the sauce." He went back inside for a moment, returning with saucepan in hand. He lovingly stirred the contents with a wooden spoon before pouring the sauce over the steaming wings. "And I don't share this recipe with just anybody." He shot Jimin a heated look.

Jimin fought to keep the sudden swoop in his stomach out of his voice as he wrapped up the interview. "You heard him, fans. The secret of the legendary wings will remain a mystery for now."

"Perfect segue." Coach Smith grinned. "Now enough filming! It's chow time!"

As the coach took his place at the head of the table, Jimin ended up wedged between Taehyung and Yoongi. "Coach, first taste is all you." Yoongi insisted.

The platter of Yoongi's legendary hot wings was passed to Coach who took a flat and bit into it. His eyes turned misty with pride. "I don't know how you do it, Yoongi, but these wings get better every year. I love that extra kick you added to the sauce."

"The legend continues!" Namjoon exclaimed.

The players drummed the table in approval, even Elijah who reached for a wing along with everyone else. But Yoongi leaned a little closer to Jimin. "I can't take all the credit this year. I had a little help in the kitchen." He pressed his thigh against Jimin's under the table. Jimin flushed at the feeling of Yoongi's gaze on the side of his face.

"Alright, team." Coach Smith clapped his hands together. "Gratitude time. Everyone goes around the table and says something they're grateful for. Who's gonna start?"

Beneath the table, Yoongi laid his hand on Jimin's thigh. Jimin's breath caught in his throat, and he almost choked on a swallow of lemonade. "You okay, Park?" Yoongi asked with a hint of a smirk, a glint in his eyes. His fingers stroked a teasing circle over Jimin's knee.

"I'm good." Jimin said.

"Glad to hear it." Yoongi dragged his thumb along the seam of Jimin's jeans, lazily caressing his thigh. A fire smoldered low in Jimin's body, and with every caress Yoongi stoked the blaze higher.

"How about you, Jimin?" Coach Smith suddenly asked. "What are you thankful for?"

Jimin scrambled to clear his head, but it was nearly impossible with his senses consumed entirely by Yoongi's touch. "Uh, I'm grateful for delicious food. Nothing hits the spot better than a good meal. I can't thank you enough for letting me in today."

As if in challenge, Yoongi's hand cupped Jimin's knee, his fingers tracing light patterns along the side. "Bold words, Jimin." He started trailing upward and Jimin pressed his thighs together, pinching Yoongi's hand between his legs.

"You're always welcome in this house, Jimin." Coach Smith said sincerely.

Yoongi leaned close and whispered suggestively in Jimin's ear. "Especially in the kitchen."

Concealing his reaction to Yoongi as the team talked on was a struggle, the volcano of lust for him turning Jimin's blood to lava. "So, Jimin, you going to the Winter Festival?" Taehyung asked.

"It's where all the new items go official." Namjoon said. "The paps always look for players with their dates."

"My girlfriend's way over it these days so I'll live vicariously through you." Taehyung said.

"I don't exactly have anyone to go with." Jimin said.

Taehyung smirked. "Yoongi hasn’t brought a date in years."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You suggesting something, Taehyung?"

Jimin kept his expression as neutral as possible as Yoongi took his hand under the table. "I might go just to cover the event."

"You want to go for work?" Yoongi scoffed. "God, that's bleak."

"Maybe I'd like to film young love blossoming on the ice." Jimin retorted. "It's a good fluff piece."

"You're in luck." Namjoon said. "Players are usually in gaga land, skating around in heart shaped circles."

"I haven't asked anyone yet, Jimin." Elijah leered at him. "I'd help you get up close and personal with your subject."

Jimin scrunched his nose in disgust. "No thanks."

"I'd pick work over Elijah too." Taehyung said.

Under the table, Yoongi playfully knocked his knee against Jimin's. "If you need a stand in, you can always interview me."

Jimin smiled. "I'll think about it."

Yoongi winked and pushed back from the table, his sudden lack of touch leaving Jimin cold. "Right now, though, it's still fall. And I'm ready for something a little more rough and tumble. Who's up for flag football?"

Everyone bolted from the table, racing to the front lawn. Jimin quickly grabbed his phone and opened the camera function while running after them. As Coach posted up to relax in the fading sunshine, beer in hand, Namjoon marked boundaries and explained the rules. "We play with teams of seven. Play lasts 15 minutes each half. Standard scoring rules. And if you need a reminder of what's at stake, losing team does the dishes."

"If you're in, take a bandana." Taehyung instructed.

The bandanas went fast with Yoongi snatching up a blue one. He then surprised Jimin by grabbing a red one and holding it out toward him. "Up for a little competition?" His grin was cocky, one eyebrow raised in a dare.

Thoughts of proximity with Yoongi warmed Jimin's body and made his heart thrum. "I'm all in." Yoongi handed Jimin the red bandana. Jimin contrasted it with Yoongi's blue one. "Looks like we're mortal enemies again, Min."

"Good." Yoongi said. "I've been aching for a rematch."

Jimin cocked his head. "It's not like I'll go easy on you."

"I'd be offended if you did." Yoongi retorted. "Bring it on, Park."

"It's just flag football." Jimin reminded him. "No contact."

Yoongi smirked. "I wouldn't complain about a little contact. Or a lot of contact."

They separated to join their teams. Jimin was hoping to see Taehyung on his team, but Taehyung was on the other side with Yoongi. Instead, Jimin was stuck with Elijah. "Glad you're on my team, Jimin. We'll teach you the way it's meant to be played."

Jimin sighed as Elijah slung an arm around his shoulders. "I know your 'goals for percentage' for the past several seasons. I can handle the rules of football."

"The only less you're learning is how to eat turf, Dupont!" Yoongi called out from across the lawn.

"Hey!" Coach Smith exclaimed. "Remember, this is flag football. No tackling. I don't want any injuries."

Yoongi nodded. "Don't worry, Coach. Elijah's pretty boy looks will be intact for game night. Besides, we'll have to go easy on Jimin." He raised a playful eyebrow and Jimin felt that look settle like a hot coal in his belly.

"I don't mind getting a little rough." Jimin said.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Park." Yoongi said. "We have to keep that face camera ready."

"If that's the case, anything below the neck's fair game." Jimin said.

Yoongi's eyes flashed as he caught Jimin's meaning. A smirk played on his infuriating lips. "I'll agree to those terms."

"Here that, everybody?" Elijah exclaimed. "The reporter can chirp!"

"Let's see what else he can do." Yoongi mused.

Jimin and Yoongi took their positions, staring each other down on opposite sides of the scrimmage line. Yoongi had his game face on, all competition and drive. Once, Jimin might have found it intimidating. But now it was just hot. "You ready for a spanking, Park?" Yoongi whispered.

"You keep talking like that and that bandana is gonna turn into a gag." Jimin warned.

"Ooh, kinky."

Taehyung snapped the ball, and it was on. He handed off to Yoongi, who ran directly at Jimin. Longing to touch Yoongi as much as he wanted to make a play, Jimin lunged for Yoongi's waist but. Yoongi faked him out with a sidestep and ran straight past him into the endzone. In celebration, Yoongi held mocking eye contact with Jimin as he planted the football on his thigh then spanked it off with a firm hand. Jimin burned with longing and frustration as the blue team cheered.

Elijah patted Jimin on the shoulder. "No worries, Jimin. We shouldn't be asking you to step up like that. Muhammad can cover Yoongi. Why don't you take backfield?"

"Hell no." Jimin scoffed. "I can handle him once I get my hands on him. I just needed a minute to warm up."

Though the game was no contact, Jimin lived for the moments his body brushed against Yoongi's. He yearned to grab Yoongi's waist instead of his flag. Every brief flash of contact made him want more. Each time he lined up for a new play, panting, he met Yoongi's gaze in a challenge.

"Come on, Park." Yoongi taunted. "You can throw the ball better than that. I know you're good with your hands." He strode across the grass to retrieve the ball and brought it back, shoving it into Jimin's hands. "Why don't I give you some pointers?"

"Don't you dare!" Taehyung exclaimed. "Today, Jimin is our enemy."

"Listen to Taehyung." Jimin said. "Walk away."

Yoongi smirked. "You should know by now, Park, I can't walk away from you."

Jimin's lips parted, and Yoongi used his stunned silence to sidle up behind him, his arms wrapping around Jimin's waist. "You won't throw me off my game." Jimin said. "I know what you're doing, and it won't work." But even as he spoke, he could feel the heat radiating from Yoongi, the drop of sweat the fell from his nose to Jimin's shoulder. It made Jimin want to shiver.

"I'm trying to save you from the humiliation of having Elijah on your team." Yoongi said.

"Stop stalling and just show me." Jimin said.

Yoongi took Jimin's hand and molded his grip around the football. "To start, your grip is all wrong. Thumb underneath, fingers on the laces." The firm warmth of Yoongi's fingers cut straight through the chill autumn air and melted its way through Jimin's body. "And your form? This isn't air hockey. You gotta put your whole body into it." His chest was flush against Jimin's back, his scent wrapping around Jimin, making him weak. It was all Jimin could do not to sink into him. Yoongi's breath was a teasing caress on Jimin's neck as he guided his arm through the smooth arc of a pass. "Plant your feet so your legs get into the effort. Put your back into the throw. And don't forget to follow through." As he released Jimin, his touch lingered on his wrist. The charge between them was dizzying in its intensity. "That's how to throw a football."

"Alright, that's enough charity for the afternoon, Min." Taehyung said. As Yoongi strolled back to his side of the scrimmage line, Jimin's heart hammered in his chest, and he was working for breath.

It was the other team's possession. On the next play, Yoongi took the handoff from Taehyung and darted past Elijah. Jimin dove to stop him, and they both tumbled to the ground. Jimin lingered on top of Yoongi, letting their bodies meld into one. "No tackling, Park, remember?" Yoongi smirked up at him, his eyes flaring with lust, his heartbeat hammering under Jimin's palms.

For one brief delicious moment, Jimin forgot all about their audience. "Sorry. I forgot we couldn't tackle." He said innocently.

"Cut him a break." Elijah said. "He's new."

Jimin rolled his eyes as he got up. "I promise, it won't happen again."

As Yoongi stood up and brushed past Jimin, he gave him a mischievous wink. "Too bad. I was hoping it would."

"Maybe later if you ask real nice." Jimin said.

As the game continued, the score stayed close. Jimin's team was just a few points behind as the last seconds ticked down. There was time for one last play. Jimin lined up against Yoongi, meeting his steely game face head on. Jimin wiggled his hips, teasing Yoongi. "Hey, Min, did you know I can see the future?"

"See anything interesting?" Yoongi asked.

"You bowing before me after I beat you on this play." Jimin said.

Elijah took the snap then tossed it back to Jimin and sprinted downfield. Jimin raced across the backfield, putting space between himself and Yoongi. "Throw it here!" Elijah called out, waving his arms to indicate that he was open despite Yoongi hovering right in the pass' arc. "I'm open!"

Jimin ignored Elijah, tucking the ball close to his chest as he ran like hell. He evaded one defender before zigzagging across the field. With only a few yards remaining, he could taste the victory. Only one thing stood between him and the winning touchdown.

Yoongi.

Jimin slammed on the gas and powered toward the goal line. Yoongi lunged for the flag dangling from his waist. His fingertips grazed the curve of Jimin's ass, but the bandana slipped through his grasp. He tumbled to the turf as Jimin crossed the goal line.

Elijah pointed at Jimin from the other end of the field. "I would've caught the pass. But that was cool too."

Jimin offered Yoongi his hand and helped him to his feet. Even once he was standing, Yoongi kept Jimin's hand in his and shook it. "Congrats, Park. That was a sweet run. You earned the win."

"Thanks." Jimin smiled. "I'm only sorry Elijah didn't lose."

"You and me both." Yoongi murmured.

Jimin could steel feel the ghost of Yoongi's touch where he'd grazed his ass, causing a smirk to spread across his face. "You seemed a little distracted. Too busy looking at my ass to make the tackle?"

"Something like that." Yoongi's grin was easy and genuine, and it looked great on him. His eyes crinkled at the edges of his warm gaze. Jimin found himself falling into those gorgeous eyes and wishing he could fall into Yoongi's arms.

"We should probably get back to the team." Jimin said quietly.

Yoongi nodded, sending Jimin off with a playful slap on the ass. "Good game, Park."

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As afternoon turned to evening, Jimin ducked into the kitchen for a refill. To his surprise, Yoongi came in after him. "Gotta give you props." Yoongi smiled. "You held your own out there on the football field. That spin move was pretty distracting."

"It's all in the hips." Jimin wiggled his playfully.

"If that's the case, your hips have talent." Yoongi caught Jimin around the waist as he reached the fridge, as though all the touching they'd done during the game wasn't enough. Jimin opened the fridge but all he found was one last bottle of beer beside the pitcher of lemonade. "Gonna fight me for that too?"

Jimin smirked. "You know what? I think I'll be generous." Beer bottle in one hand and pitcher of lemonade in the other, Jimin twisted out of Yoongi's hold and nudged the fridge door closed with his hip.

"I think there's a bottle opener in the pantry." Yoongi said.

"No need." Jimin shook his head. "I know a little trick from college. Takes a minute but it always works. He set the beer bottle on the countertop and wrapped his hand around the neck of the bottle just below the cap. "It's all about letting the heat build and then you apply just the right amount of pressure." Yoongi was watching Jimin intently, his gaze stuck on Jimin's hands. Jimin couldn't resist teasing him a little. He watched Yoongi's throat bob as he rubbed his thumb back and forth against the glass, adding friction as condensation dewed beneath his touch. "Sometimes you need to give it a nice rub to warm it right up."

"This is taking too long." Yoongi crossed the kitchen in impatient strides and stepped up right behind Jimin, pinning him against the counter. His voice dropped to a husky seductive whisper that drew every nerve in Jimin's body taut. "When I want something, I'm not good at waiting. And I've been waiting all night." He reached around Jimin to lever the bottle cap loose with a key. The heat of his arms around Jimin was intoxicating, the flex of his muscles dizzying. Even when the cap popped off the bottle, Yoongi didn't pull away. Jimin turned to meet Yoongi's gaze, but his eyes drop to Yoongi's mouth. "Like I said, there's more where that came from. In the pantry."

Jimin shivered at the implication--him and Yoongi alone in the tight space, their bodies flush against each other. He set the beer on the counter and grabbed Yoongi by the front of his shirt, pulling him into the pantry. He could practically taste Yoongi's frustration and pent-up need. It was like a storm had been building between them, and now that the clouds had finally burst, neither of them could get enough. Jimin had waited long enough for that kiss already and he wasn't gonna hold anything back. Yoongi seemed to feel the same as he grasped Jimin by the hips and yanked him against him, startling a gasp from Jimin's throat.

Their mouths met in a hot sweet crash of lips and tongues. Yoongi moaned helplessly against Jimin's lips. His hands roamed hungrily over Jimin's body, making his pulse race. Yoongi moaned against as he trailed kisses down Jimin's neck. "I've been wanting this all damn day."

"Me too." Jimin sighed.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you." Yoongi murmured against Jimin's skin.

Jimin grinned. "I had the same problem. I was supposed to be working but I was too distracted by you." He let out another soft moan. "You have one hell of a mouth on you, Yoongi Min. And it drives me wild in more ways than one."

Yoongi hummed. "I've got dozens of ways to drive you wild with this mouth, Park." His tongue flicked against Jimin's earlobe, scraping Jimin's neck with his teeth.

Jimin's breath caught in his throat. "And your hands. I kept dreaming about your hands on me."

"Show me where." Yoongi practically growled as he put his hand in Jimin's, waiting for Jimin to guide his touch.

"Touch me here." Jimin whispered as he dragged Yoongi's hand to his ass.

A devilish smirk played on Yoongi's lips. "I gotta get both hands in on this." He grabbed Jimin's ass tight in both hands and squeezed, pulling Jimin up and against him. His mouth stifled Jimin's moan, and Jimin kissed him back greedily, stroking his tongue with his own.

Jimin clutched Yoongi's shoulders so hard, his fingernails bit into Yoongi's skin. "This is crazy." He whispered. "We're in Coach's kitchen."

"I know." Yoongi murmured. "Someone could come in at any moment."

"Maybe I should care but I don't." Jimin said. "I can see the headlines now-"

"All you should be seeing is me." Yoongi's kisses made Jimin's eyes flutter shut in bliss. Jimin arched into Yoongi's touch, letting his fears fall away. Nothing seemed more important than Yoongi's mouth on Jimin's skin and his hands on Jimin's body. Yoongi had Jimin so turned on, he felt like he could combust.

Their kisses grew wild and reckless. Jimin ached to get closer, to feel all of Yoongi against all of him. He flattened his hands against Yoongi's chest and gave him a playful shove back against the shelves, rattling a tray of china. "Too much for you?" Jimin smirked at the surprised expression on Yoongi's face.

The flare of surprise quickly darkened to an intense, heated gaze. "Never."

Jimin's pulse throbbed through his body, hot and needing as he rubbed against Yoongi. "You feel so good." He skimmed his palm down Yoongi's arm, enjoying the contours of his muscles. As Jimin kissed Yoongi's neck, he slid his hand lower, skating over his stomach and his belt buckle until his palm covered the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans. He traced the firm outline of his dick with his fingertips, feathering caresses over the denim. "You like that?"

"I need it." Yoongi cursed under his breath as he covered Jimin's hand with his own, pressing his palm flush against his erection. He grinded into Jimin's touch with a tortured sigh. As Jimin rubbed him, Yoongi bit his lip, his eyelids fluttering closed.

Jimin felt a heady surge of power. The physical proof of how much Yoongi wanted him was right in the palm of his hand. "You're so ready for me…" He purred.

When Yoongi responded, his breath was shallow like it took every ounce of his concentration to string a sentence together. "I would take you right here, right now, if I could."

And Jimin wanted to let him, to bring Yoongi to the shuddering brink of climax and watch as he tumbled over the edge. But then, "Hey, Yoongi, you in there?" Taehyung's voice rang from the kitchen. "Coach needs you outside." Jimin and Yoongi jolted away from each other, panic flaring in Jimin's chest. He slipped behind the swinging pantry door as Yoongi peered out. "What are you doing in the pantry?" Taehyung asked in confusion.

"Just looking for backup beer." Yoongi said, an edge to his words. "What's Coach want?" Jimin stole a glance at Yoongi from his hiding spot, his heart clenching at the hardness in his eyes.

Taehyung shrugged. "Just said the two of you need to talk."

"Right." Yoongi nodded. "I'm on it." He abruptly followed Taehyung out without so much as a glance in Jimin's direction. As the pantry door closed, tears stung Jimin's eyes.

***

Still smarting from the chill of Yoongi's dismissal at the potluck, Jimin approached the stadium with the determination to confront him. He could still feel the ghost of Yoongi's kiss from their dalliance in the pantry. Taehyung's interrupting. The edge to Yoongi's words. His heart clenching at the cool detachment in Yoongi's eyes. The way Yoongi had hid him from view and left him there without so much as a glance in his direction. Jimin shook the memory off as he reached for the stadium door, hoping the pit in his stomach was just nerves.

As Jimin walked into the rink, he was met with chaos. "Give up now, tough guy. These guns are made of steel."

"Never!"

Rowdy Blades tumbled about the set of the promotional photoshoot for the playoffs. Jungkook tried to corral them into frame, but they were chanting over Taehyung as he arm wrestled with Namjoon. "Is this a promotional shoot or a hockey fight?" Jimin asked incredulously.

Jungkook breathed out in relief. "Thank god you're here. You would think they'd want to get their picture taken-No wait! Do not put Namjoon in a headlock!"

At the edge of the rink, Jimin spotted him. Yoongi watched it all unfold from the far corner, shaking his head with his signature scowl. Jimin approached him with a smile. "You look chipper, Min. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

Yoongi's arms were crossed, his posture stiff and unwelcoming. He was very pointedly not meeting Jimin's gaze. "That's my brand, isn't it?"

Jimin sidled up to Yoongi, close enough their thighs brushed. Yoongi kept his gaze forward, but his breath hitched low in his throat. "I was just gonna say you owe me an apology."

"For what?" Yoongi asked in confusion, his gaze finally shooting over to Jimin.

Jimin pouted, stretching his arms above his head and jutting out a hip. Yoongi drank Jimin's body in, and then Jimin pounced. "For leaving me cold and lonely in Coach's kitchen. I wasn't done with you yet."

Yoongi pinned Jimin with a steely gaze. Jimin's pulse fluttered, eagerly anticipating whatever Yoongi was about to say. "Do you really think this is the best place to discuss it?"

Jimin swayed toward Yoongi despite the warning. Not a single person in the rink was paying attention to either of them. "I thought that taste test in Coach's kitchen would have you coming back for leftovers.

Yoongi's lips twitched and heat flushed through Jimin's core as he remembered the intoxicating feel of Yoongi's hands and mouth. "I was satisfied. Weren't you?"

"Almost." Jimin's mouth watered at the thought of Yoongi leaning in, kissing him hard, his hands reaching around to cup Jimin's ass.

"Jimin, please." Yoongi said firmly. "I can't afford to get distracted today."

The words hit Jimin like a freight truck, a cold fear shooting up his spine. "I'm a distraction?"

Yoongi closed his eyes, fighting some war inside his head. Then he rubbed a hand over his chin. "It's not that, Jimin, it's-"

"Yoongi!" Jungkook suddenly called out, completely oblivious to their conversation as he waved the hockey player over. "Over here! We need to get started!"

Yoongi shot Jimin a sheepish but relieved look. "Duty calls. We're here for work, after all." Jimin's blood boiled as Yoongi escaped, the fear turning to hot rage. Yoongi was clearly determined to avoid him.

Just then, Taehyung pinned Namjoon's arm in their wrestling match and let out a triumphant whoop. "Got you, Namjoon!"

"It's not over yet." Namjoon surged up and the sudden momentum sent the two crashing into a nearby backdrop.

"No!" Jungkook cried out. "We needed those for the contrast!"

Taehyung flipped Namjoon over his shoulder, and he landed with a loud thump. Cheers and jeers filled the room. Between Yoongi's rejection and the team's shenanigans, Jimin finally lost it. "Hey, assholes! You will treat Jungkook with respect! Taehyung, Namjoon! Put that backdrop back where it was or so help me-"

"Chill boss!" Namjoon exclaimed. "We're on it."

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest. "I won't chill until every last one of you apologizes to my coworker. Jungkook has done nothing but try to make you look like the hockey stars your fans expect you to be.'

Jungkook quietly cleared his throat. "I really don't think we need-"

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook." Taehyung said sincerely. "We're just pumped."

One by one, the Blades apologized to Jungkook as Taehyung and Namjoon rearranged the backdrop. Jungkook pulled Jimin aside in shock. "Direct the photoshoot, Jimin. I have no hope of getting the results Anderson wants but you do. They respect you." Sweat dripping down his forehead, he pushed the camera into Jimin's hands like an offering. "You can do whatever you want. Total creative control over the team. Just get me those photos."

Jimin glanced at Yoongi who eyed the camera in his hands with naked apprehension and a twinge of respect. He patted Jungkook on the cheek, his eyes pinned on Yoongi. He raised his voice so Yoongi could hear him loud and clear. "I'll save your ass, Jungkook. This time."

"Thank you!" Jungkook said gratefully.

Jimin strapped the camera on, getting used to the weight of it in his hands. Then he swept his steely gaze across the team. "Alright, Blades. We have some work to do. Now do you want the Blades to take the championship this year?" He received an affirmative cheer in response. His eyes landed on Yoongi who met his gaze without flinching. Jimin didn't blink, silently daring Yoongi to look away. And true to form, Yoongi didn’t back down. Heat coiled through Jimin as Yoongi's intense gaze pinned him in place.

The players hustled into position, following Jimin's orders. Except Yoongi, who turned from the lens right as Jimin lined up his shot. "The faster you look at me, guys, the faster we get this done." Jimin said. "Yoongi, can you turn forward?"

Yoongi glanced up and away, too quick for Jimin to snap the photo. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Jimin turned slowly bending forward at the waist as he pretended to smooth a wrinkle from his pants. He heard Yoongi's breath suck in, felt Yoongi's intense gaze on his ass. Jimin tossed a glance over his shoulder, noting the way Yoongi's tongue ran along his lower lip. Yoongi caught Jimin watching and cleared his throat, but he couldn't turn himself away. Jimin took the shot, Yoongi's gaze like a beacon through the viewfinder, and Jimin wished he would never stop staring. The flash startled Yoongi out of his thoughts but he wasn't scowling anymore. Satisfied, Jimin glanced over at the photo. "Well Yoongi looks great. The rest of you look like mannequins."

"Playing favorites, are we?" Elijah grumbled.

Jimin tried to give the players more direction but in every shot, the players looked increasingly stiff and wooden. "Can you guys maybe scooch a little closer? Pretend you like each other?"

Namjoon propped an elbow Taehyung's shoulder at an uncomfortable right angle. "Is this good?"

"Ow!" Taehyung shot him an annoyed look. "Your ogre sized elbow is digging into my carotid artery!"

"Not like that." Jimin sighed. "Give me a sec." He fretted over the camera while Taehyung and Namjoon whisper fought.

Yoongi dipped out of the range of Taehyung's right hook and sidled up behind Jimin to view the photos. "Word of advice as someone who is terrible at following direction?"

Jimin could feel the heat of Yoongi's body warming his back, the steam of his breath curling around his ear. "I guess."

"They're naturally used to movement." Yoongi said. "Think about it. They're always flying on the ice."

Jimin straightened his shoulders, trying to appear wholly unaffected by the gravelly timber of Yoongi's voice. "You have a point, Captain. The best pictures are always mid game. Action shots. Candids."

Yoongi nodded. "So give them an opportunity to shine. Start with one and the others will fall in line."

Jimin glanced coyly over his shoulder at Yoongi, trying to read his expression. "I assume you'd like me to start with you?"

"No." Yoongi shook his head. "My fee for my captainly advice is to stay behind the camera for as long as possible."

"Deal." Jimin agreed. "Help me get them moving." He surveyed the team before him, looking more at ease now that they weren't expecting the flash to go off. "What vibe should we pin down for Taehyung?"

Yoongi brightened at the mention of his best friend and his posture relaxed. "Taehyung is steady. He's the pillar of our team. His airtight defense puts us in the position to score. Without him, the team would just be a bunch of dumbasses out on the ice for slaughter."

Taehyung grimaced as Elijah flexed for him, quickly angling his chin so he could look away. "His profile is strong." Jimin mused. "Intimidating. Like he can’t be bothered to look right at you. But when he does?"

"Wow factor." Yoongi smiled.

"How do we bring that out in him?" Jimin asked. "Elijah's certainly not succeeding."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at Jimin before cupping a hand around his mouth to shout, "Hey, Taehyung! Remind me who won our shootout at last year's winter special?"

Taehyung glared then pointed his stick right at the camera. Jimin lined Taehyung up so the wood handle led directly to his fierce expression. "Get off that high horse or I'll kick your ass."

Jimin snapped the photo. "That's our shot!" He continued snapping pictures of the team in that way. When he was done, he beamed at Yoongi and gave his shoulder a playful little push. "Nice assist, Min. Maybe we should add you to the payroll."

Before Yoongi could catch himself, he smiled back. "Nah, you've got a way with the guys."

"Is that a genuine compliment?" Jimin asked.

"Don't let it go to your head." Yoongi said. "But you're making them all look good. Even Elijah."

"I have to." Jimin said.

"I know." Yoongi nodded. "He's the first line center forward now. He's a big deal."

"You're a big deal too." Jimin assured him. "You know you are. Elijah can never really replace you in the hearts of your fans."

Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe he's not looking to replace me. Maybe the fans want something new."

Jimin shook his head. "They want you." Yoongi met Jimin's gaze, emotion swirling in his eyes, truly seeing Jimin for what seemed like the first time all day.

"Jimin, you are nailing it!" Jungkook gushed. "These pictures! Their essence!"

"Eat your hearts out, Management." Jimin giggled. He offered Yoongi a covert wink and Yoongi almost smirked, but he caught himself, pressing his lips together.

"We just need one last shot." Jungkook said. "Yoongi, we need you back in there. We'll try to make this quick."

"Could already be quicker." Yoongi deadpanned.

As Jungkook fiddled with the lighting, Jimin curled one finger toward Yoongi, beckoning him to follow him to the set. "Your turn, Min."

Yoongi sauntered over to the backdrop, raising his chin. Through the lens, Jimin let his gaze linger on the line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth. "How do you want me?" As if he knew Jimin was looking, Yoongi's gaze burned through him, glinting like embers in the light.

"Let's bring out your vulnerability." Jimin said. "You've got a softer side, one I believe the fans deserve to see more of. Yoongi Min has a heart, after all." He touched his hand against Yoongi's wrist, easing his arm up so his palm hovered over his heart. Yoongi let Jimin hold him there. The heat of Yoongi's skin sent tingles of pleasure down Jimin's arm. Jimin drew his hand back and Yoongi let his palm settle on his upper chest, his fingers tapping the slope of his shoulder.

"There's nothing weak about caring for other people." Yoongi said softly. His smoldering gaze pierced the lens and fixated on Jimin like the camera wasn't even there. Jimin's heartbeat fluttered, a familiar eager heat coiling in his insides. "I don't let anything hurt my time. On or off the ice." His attention was on Jimin, only Jimin, and Jimin's breath caught at the intensity of Yoongi's eyes. It was as if Jimin was the one before the camera and Yoongi's eyes were the lens. "I'm very protective of what's mine." The way he all but growled the last word, Jimin's stomach clenched, and his nerves hummed with need.

Jimin imagined Yoongi's fingertips teasing up his side under his shirt while his other hand slipped down the front of his jeans as he adjusted the camera. The shutter clicked and the bright flash shattered the moment. Jimin sucked in a breath to steady his nerves and nodded at Yoongi. "Perfect. I think we got what we need for the group shots." He locked eyes with Yoongi, the camera no longer between them, but it was like a switch flipped and Yoongi's magnetism vanish. Without a word to Jimin, Yoongi stalked off to the far side of the room.

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By the afternoon, the next portion of the shoot moved on to the locker room. Jimin tried to catch Yoongi's eye as Jungkook guided the players down the player tunnel. "What a day, huh?" Jimin asked.

"Yep." Yoongi answered curtly. "Thank god it's almost over."

The words stung but Jimin was determined to brush it off. He forced a light air into his tone. "I know this isn't your thing but it's really gonna help with your image. If we want to get you back on top, we need to make sure Management sees you as a team player."

"I'm aware of the stakes, Park." Yoongi said. "But thanks for the added pressure."

Jimin frowned. "I didn't mean it like that."

Yoongi wordlessly raised his eyebrows and paused at the water fountain, letting the rest of the team move on. "You can go on ahead."

"No, I'll wait." Jimin crossed his arms. "You look like you could use a break. I bet you're thirsty."

Yoongi leaned down to take a long, measured drink. Jimin knew he was using the time to gather his thoughts. "Refreshing." He said with a sigh as he straightened back up.

Jimin thought about how often their eyes locked, the sensation of Yoongi's skin on his own, the magnetic pull he felt whenever he was near Yoongi. He wasn't going to let Yoongi slip through his fingers. "Okay, look, I've had enough of this little game of yours."

"I'm not playing any 'game' with you." Yoongi denied. "I'm trying to focus on the job."

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Jimin asked in frustration. "Use your words, Min."

Yoongi's expression hardened at Jimin's tone. The usual playful spark in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. "How's this for clarity? I need you out of my way so I can get this photoshoot over with and go back to the job I like."

"Well, my job would be a hell of a lot easier if you weren't sulking all over my set." Jimin retorted.

"I'm not here to make it easy for you." Yoongi stomped down the tunnel without another word, leaving Jimin more off balance than before.

Jimin took a deep centering breath before following Yoongi into the locker room. By the time he got there, Yoongi and Elijah were already fighting. "You're blocking off my light, bro. Move over!"

"Respect your elders, bro."

As Jimin watched the two bicker and shove, Jungkook leaned over to him. "I guess they're rivals for a reason, but this shot would be candy for the fans if I could just get them to cooperate."

"Unless you want my fist in your jaw again, I suggest you take your ego down several notches." Yoongi basically growled.

Elijah scoffed. "You wouldn't bruise me right before my big photo-"

Yoongi cut him off. "Oh, but I would, Dupont. They can always fix your face in post."

A devious idea began to take root in the back of Jimin's mind. Yoongi hated sharing the spotlight with Elijah. Jimin couldn't help but wonder how Yoongi would react if he had to share him. "Hey, Jimin!" Elijah called out. "Tell this has been there's a new center forward now. He's lucky he's even in this promo."

Jimin placed his hands on his hips and held Yoongi's stare, making him wait out his verdict. Eventually, Yoongi grew frustrated and opened his mouth to speak but Jimin held up a hand, shifting his focus entirely to Elijah. "Dupont, we can all see you're positively shining in your new role."

Yoongi looked at Jimin incredulously. "Excuse me?"

"This is your first chance to really show the fans you deserve all the clout." Jimin continued, ignoring Yoongi completely. IN the corner of his eye, Yoongi's face went stony, indignation rolling off him in waves. Jimin smiled sweetly at Elijah. "It's time to get people on the side of…what did you call it? Elijah Nation."

"You've got to be joking." Yoongi grumbled.

Elijah flexed for Jimin and Jimin let his gaze linger on the bulge of muscle, knowing Yoongi was watching his every move. "Is this what you're looking for?"

"Almost but not quite." Jimin said. "Maybe we need a more hands on approach. Let's give the camera a little teaser of what to expect on the ice, shall we?" He took advantage of Elijah's flex and ran his hand down Elijah's shoulder, across his bicep.

"Elijah Nation will love that." Elijah smirked.

Jimin took his time adjusting Elijah's shoulders and hips, casually nudging him to the proper position. Meanwhile, Yoongi's gaze tracked him like a spotlight. "Hockey is such a physical sport. It requires a lot of stamina. We want to showcase that in these photos."

"Oh, Elijah Nation knows about my stamina." Elijah assured him. "But I've been waiting to show you."

"Exactly." Jimin said. "That's what we want today, Elijah. That unrivaled confidence, that cocky surety-"

Yoongi interrupted. "He gets it, Park."

Jimin gave Yoongi a brilliant smile as he smoothed out Elijah's jersey, letting his hands linger. "Just want to be sure. Now please wait your turn." He stepped back, sweeping his gaze over to Elijah, then to Yoongi whose fists were starting to curl into fists.

"I think you've gotten plenty of material by now, wouldn't you say?" Yoongi said through gritted teeth.

A thrill ran through Jimin at the barely contained rage in Yoongi's voice. He kept up the act with a shrug. "I don't know, I think we need more. Elijah should take some solo shots. After all, I like watching a pro in action." He tilted his head. "What can I say? There's just something about a player in action that gets the blood pumping." He dramatically fanned himself with one hand and snapped the photo of Elijah with the other.

Elijah smirked. "I give the people what they want."

Jimin kept his attention on Elijah, watching Yoongi seethe from the corner of his eye. "Not all of them." Yoongi grumbled, looking ready to explode.

Jimin finally turned to Yoongi, giving him his undivided attention. He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully as Yoongi's eyes drifted to his lips. "Alright, Min. Step right up."

Yoongi stepped forward. "How do you want to play this?"

Jimin let himself get close to Yoongi, sizing him up as he circled him. "You seem stiff, Min. Try to loosen up a bit." Yoongi fixed Jimin with a look as he rolled his shoulders and shook out his clenched fists. "Or I can always pose you myself." All the tension of the day had led to that moment. Jimin thrummed with anticipation, his fingers itching to touch Yoongi's skin.

"That might be best." Yoongi nodded.

"These photos are all about the rivalry." Jimin said as he moved to position Yoongi in an intimidating stance, like he was ready to throw down. "And no one pisses you off like Dupont."

"It's an art form and I'm the master." Elijah boasted.

"Shut up, Dupont." Yoongi snapped. "You had your time."

"Exactly!" Jimin exclaimed. "That's the anger we want to channel." He reached for Yoongi's arm, his fingers brushing under the sleeve of his jersey as he positioned his elbow.

Yoongi was so tense, he jerked at the contact, his breath flowing out in a rush. "Elijah's given me plenty of material. I don’t need more." His shoulders tensed and he leaned forward. The burn of his eyes made Jimin's mouth water.

As Jimin readied the shot, he imagined Yoongi's lips capturing his own, channeling that feral heat into his skin. "Just hold it right there…" Jimin watched Yoongi through the lens as his body swayed toward him, his eyes drinking Jimin in, his lips half parted. Jimin snapped the photo. "Got it. A perfect shot." He stepped back, sweat cooling on the back of his neck as the spell broke. "I mean, a perfect shot of the two of you. We really captured that rivalry. The fans will eat it up."

Jungkook clapped his hands together with a bright smile. "Alright Blades! I think you've earned yourself a free lunch! To the cafeteria!"

The team flooded the concession stands for lunch, ready to be rewarded for their cooperation. As Jimin joined the line, Yoongi appeared at his side. "Can we talk?" He whispered.

"Whatever about?" Jimin played innocent.

Yoongi was tense, wearing a mask of professional disinterest, but the fire was back in his eyes. "You know what."

Jimin casually tapped his chin, pretending to recall. As he moved down the line, Yoongi hounded his steps. "I'm a reporter, Min, not a telepath. You'll have to be more specific."

"Fine." Yoongi huffed. "You're trying to bait me and it's not cute."

"You don’t think so?" Jimin asked. "I was only following your lead. My bad. I guess I assumed the cold shoulder act was a mutual thing. Is it only okay when you do it?" A muscle ticked in Yoongi's jaw as he caught Jimin's meaning.

"Quit holding up the line, Min!" Taehyung called out. "I called dibs on that macaroni salad."

Yoongi grabbed Jimin's elbow, his hold firm and unflinching. Heat rolled off his body as he stared Jimin down. "Let's finish this. Alone."

"Fine." Jimin left his food behind and pulled Yoongi away into a nearby copier room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Yoongi's reserved façade imploded. "What the hell is going on, Jimin?"

Jimin let everything he'd been suppressing all day out. "You came onto me at Coach's potluck and then you ghosted me! You left me alone in that kitchen without so much as a 'fuck you'!"

"Taehyung nearly caught us!" Yoongi exclaimed. "What did you want me to do, mount you right in front of him?"

"Well no." Jimin crossed his arms over his chest. "But-"

Yoongi cut him off. "Last I checked, you're the one who isn't allowed to date me."

The words were like a punch to Jimin's gut, knocking the wind out of him. He searched Yoongi's eyes, finally seeing the glimmer of hurt Yoongi had been hiding from him. "We're still allowed to talk." Jimin said softly. "We're still friends, aren't we? WE can still talk to each other around everyone." He rested a tentative hand on Yoongi's arm.

Yoongi flinched under his touch. "You and I both know this isn't how you treat a friend." He sighed. "It's hard for me, Jimin. Every time I look at you, it's like I'm on fire. And I can't do anything about it." He leaned closer, his lips only a breath away from Jimin's. "Do you know how close I was to shoving you up against the wall and kissing you back there? Witnesses be damned?"

Jimin's breath hitched. "Really?"

"At first I was just impressed you handled the team so well." Yoongi said. "Then you had to go and use Elijah as a fucking sock puppet." He shook his head with a quiet scoff. "That should've been me under your spell-" He stopped short, breathing hard at the memory before continuing. "A minute longer and I don't think I would've been able to hold back. I wanted you so damn bad."

Heat rolled through Jimin's stomach at Yoongi's admission and Jimin was tempted to close the distance between them. "So you finally confess." He whispered. "It's about damn time. I admit, I had similar thoughts."

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, his eyes glinting. "And in your thoughts, were my clothes on or off?"

Jimin smirked. "Wouldn't you like to find out?" They stared at each other. Yoongi's need, his hunger, blazed in his eyes. "But there's certainly no one watching us in here."

"Lucky for us." Yoongi murmured.

Jimin leaned closer, inhaling Yoongi's scent, the heat of Yoongi's body driving him crazy with need. "So why don't you take back what's yours and kiss me?"

Yoongi didn't hesitate. His hands grasped Jimin's waist, pushing him back until he hit the wall. Then Yoongi's lips were on Jimin's. The kiss seared every nerve ending in Jimin's body. He leaned his head back against the wall with a gasp, Yoongi's mouth chasing his. Jimin moaned into the kiss, pressing closer to Yoongi. He needed Yoongi, all of him. "Is this what you wanted?" Yoongi murmured against Jimin's lips. Jimin nodded desperately, sliding his fingers under Yoongi's shirt. He pulled the fabric up, hungry to feel more of Yoongi, see more. He wanted every inch of Yoongi for himself. "You want me at your mercy? You want me to prove how much you turn me on? How much I want to taste you? Feel you come undone in my hand?"

"I want you to take back what's yours." Jimin repeated.

Yoongi caught Jimin's hand beneath his shirt and moved it in slow teasing circles across his stomach. Jimin relished in the flex of muscle beneath his fingers, wanting to sink into Yoongi, wanting to taste. "You played me today like a fool and I can't even be mad about it."

"Then don't be." Jimin said. "Take it as a compliment." He peeled up Yoongi's shirt and let it drop to the floor. Yoongi moaned as Jimin brushed his lips along his skin. "Because this is what I wanted. And I would've done anything to get it."

Yoongi chuckled. "Eager."

"You've made me wait all day." Jimin reminded him. "I don't plan to waste any more time." He ran his hands over Yoongi's chest, down his ribcage, along his hips. Yoongi's groan urged him on so Jimin trailed his lips across Yoongi's chest until he reached his nipple, teasing the nub with his tongue.

Yoongi pried Jimin's chin up and captured his mouth again for another kiss. "You turn me on like no man has before." Yoongi groaned into Jimin's mouth. "I can't get you out of my head."

"You picture me?" Jimin asked. "Show me."

Yoongi gave Jimin a wolfish grin before grabbing his wrists and pinning his arms over his head. Jimin's breath hitched, his heart beating faster as Yoongi cupped his chin in his palm, tipping his head to the side. "I'm picturing you spread out on the kitchen table…droplets of sauce tracing a pattern from here…" He kissed the corner of Jimin's jaw, his lips like the caress of a flame. "To here." He grazed his teeth down the side of Jimin's neck and Jimin arched his spine in anticipation. "And even lower…" His tongue darted along the exposed skin of Jimin's collarbone, causing Jimin to gasp and grasp at the hand pining his wrists to the wall. Yoongi released his wrists and stepped back, his tongue darting out to lick the salt of Jimin's skin from his lips. "I don't want to spoil your appetite just yet."

Jimin let his head thunk back against the wall with a groan. "But I do." He reached out to scrape his fingernails lightly down Yoongi's stomach. Yoongi gasped, stifling a groan as Jimin passed his belly button. "How can I convince you to give me what I want?"

"Always a big fan of creative solutions." Yoongi mused. Jimin took Yoongi's hand in his and kissed along his palm, his lips plant and soft as he forged a path up Yoongi's index finger. "You're playing with fire now, Park." Jimin grinned wickedly and wrapped his lips around Yoongi's finger. Yoongi inhaled sharply, his eyes flaring with heat. Jimin swirled his tongue, relishing the taste of Yoongi's skin. Yoongi leaned close, kissing along Jimin's face and neck. "Dammit, Jimin…" Jimin took two more fingers into his mouth and Yoongi stifled a moan against the soft valley of Jimin's neck. Jimin grazed his teeth against Yoongi's fingers and Yoongi shuddered against him, curling his other hand in Jimin's shirt. "I-" Jimin finally released Yoongi and blew, the air brushing Yoongi's damp fingers. "Wait, not yet." Yoongi pulled back, breathing hard. All of his focus was on Jimin as if he were the only thing in the universe that mattered. "I want to make you come undone. Right here."

Jimin's hips bucked at Yoongi's words, giving the depth of his need away. Jimin took a shuddering breath as Yoongi's tongue laved across Jimin's skin. Jimin was so hard it almost hurt, his dick pulsing at the thought of Yoongi's hands, his mouth, drawing him over the edge. "Please." Jimin whimpered.

"Then tell me how to make you come." Yoongi nearly growled.

"Use your mouth." Jimin pleaded.

Yoongi smirked. "My pleasure." His hand glid down Jimin's stomach, the heat of his touch making Jimin shiver. He kissed down Jimin's neck, slow and sensual, as his hand played with the waistband of Jimin's jeans.

"Don't stop." Jimin whispered, shivering as Yoongi lowered himself to his knees.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Yoongi assured him. The heat of Yoongi's lips against Jimin's belly button made him gasp, arching for the sweet relief of Yoongi's mouth. But Yoongi was already moving, kissing the trail of fine hair disappearing into Jimin's jeans. He flicked Jimin's zipper down, tugging his jeans and underwear down to his mid-thigh, allowing his dick to spring out. "You're so hard for me already." He trailed kisses up the inside of Jimin's thigh before teasing along his length. His moan was a rumble of approval.

"You've made me wait all day." Jimin reminded him.

"I won't make you wait any longer." Yoongi closed his mouth around Jimin, pulling a gasp from him as he began to sucking. He quickly took Jimin in deeper as his tongue rolled against his skin.

Jimin thumped his palm against the wall as Yoongi's lips tightened around him, each bob of his head sending sparks of delight through Jimin's entire body. Yoongi made a growling sound deep in his throat and the vibrations rocketed through Jimin, pushing Jimin over the edge much earlier than he would have liked. Pleasure ripped through Jimin's body, and he brought his hand to his mouth, biting down as he came hard and fast into Yoongi's mouth, shuddering in the cage of Yoongi's grip.

As Yoongi's tongue slowed, Jimin clutched at his shoulders. After one final swipe, Yoongi pulled off of Jimin and looked up at him with a grin. Jimin's entire body felt electrified, and he gasped for breath, blinking the haze from his eyes. "That was…" He reached for Yoongi. Words weren't even needed. Yoongi could see how eagerly Jimin wanted to return the favor.

The door handle jiggled and they both froze. It took every ounce of willpower Jimin had not to groan in frustration as Jungkook's voice rang through the door. "Jimin? I thought I heard your voice."

"Uh, yeah!" Jimin called back. "Just making some copies!"

"Copies of what?" Jungkook asked.

Jimin's eyes widened. "A…report! I'll be right out!"

Yoongi didn't move. Jimin held his breath until Jungkook's footsteps finally receded. "That was close." Yoongi said in relief.

Jimin nodded. "Maybe we should pick this up somewhere else." He swallowed thickly. "Or maybe we just need to get our acts together." Yoongi released Jimin and retrieved his shirt from the floor. "I may not be able to kiss you any time I want but that doesn't mean I don't want to.” Jimin said as he pulled his pants and underwear back up. “Can you understand that?"

Yoongi let out a deep sigh. "I'll take you any way you want me, Jimin." A tiny smile played at Jimin's lips. "I was thinking…the Winter Festival kicks off tomorrow night."

"There are other reporters who are covering that." Jimin said. "But it would be a good look for you-"

"Going for work wasn't what I had in mind." Yoongi said and Jimin's mind flashed back to what Namjoon and Taehyung had said at the potluck. About how the festival was used for hockey players to show off their newest flings and how Yoongi hadn't brought a date in years.

Jimin frowned as he spoke softly. "I want to, Yoongi. But if anyone sees the two of us dating, there will be hell to pay. We can't be together. Not publicly."

Yoongi shrugged but his eyes burned with an intensity that warmed Jimin all the way down to his toes. "Then don't call it a date. I'll be there at 7:00. We can bring our own mistletoe."

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The evening of the Winter Festival, Jimin paced in his room, trying to calm his nerves. "It's just the two of us." He murmured to himself. "No cameras, no quotes, no work to keep us focused…" He paused. "Which isn't to say I can't have fun. I need a break almost as much as Yoongi does." His phone buzzed and Jimin's heart sang as he looked to see a text from Yoongi.

heads up, it's supposed to snow tonight

are you a weatherman on the side?

what else is on the forecast for tonight?

good food, a rink under the stars,
maybe even some mistletoe

sounds suspiciously like a date

just saying… wear something warm
😉

A flush of warmth burned low in Jimin's stomach, but he knew the air would be sharp with a chill that night. He opened his closet and examined his options. He settled on a tight black turtleneck tucked into a pair of jeans, a dark olive parka, and a pair of faux leather gloves to keep his hands warm. "Prepare to sweat, Yoongi Min." He mumbled to himself. "There's going to be a heatwave tonight." He tucked his phone into his pocket and grabbed his keys before heading into the brisk night, already dreaming of the look on Yoongi's face.

***

The night was crisp and fresh with the festival lights lighting up the night. Jimin inhaled deeply, savoring the hint of promised snow in the air. He scanned the crowd of cheerful faces, knowing he could spot Yoongi's scowl a mile away. "Jimin!" As Jimin turned to see Yoongi striding toward him, his heart leaped with exhilaration.

Yoongi was smiling.

His eyes swept over Jimin, who loved the way Yoongi's gaze lingered on the way the fabric clung to his chest. "When I said dress warm, I didn't mean hot."

Jimin smirked. "Are you complaining?"

"Not in the least." Yoongi said.

With the way Yoongi was looking at him, Jimin was ready to drag him behind a booth and have his way with him right then and there. But he suppressed the urge to pull Yoongi in for a kiss, opting to instead move closer under the guise of keeping warm. He closed the gap between the two of them, pressing his shoulder into Yoongi's. Yoongi's warmth enveloped Jimin, chasing the lingering chill away. Yoongi froze and Jimin saw the same hesitation in him that he felt in himself. After a moment, Yoongi leaned into Jimin's touch, the thrill of it jolting through Jimin.

Together, they strolled into the Winter Festival. It was in full swing, couples milling about, laughing at various attractions. "Taehyung wasn't kidding." Jimin said. "I don't see a single person like…anywhere."

"You never know." Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe they're all 'just friends'."

A chilly wind wafted past them, bringing with it the delicious scent of fried food and cinnamon. "Let's get a cup of cocoa." Jimin suggested. "I'll even make it all cozy for you."

Yoongi eyed the hot chocolate booth with over a dozen tubs of different toppings. "How do you know what I like?"

Jimin grinned. "I think I have an idea of what you might like." Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the subtle insinuation the gestured for Jimin to proceed. "Whipped cream is a given since you're smooth. Marshmallows to represent how easy you bounce back. And definitely these mint sprinkles since you're spicy." Jimin presented the completed hot chocolate to Yoongi with a proud grin.

Yoongi smiled as he accepted the warm beverage. "You really do seem to know me." He took a sip and let out a low groan, his eyes closing in pleasure. Heat flushed through Jimin at the sound. "Best. Hot chocolate. Ever."

Before Jimin let himself get too caught up in Yoongi, he turned and headed deeper into the festival. The booths shifted from food vendors to games, each one more complex than the last. "I think that teddy bear is bigger than you." Yoongi pointed out.

"We're literally the same size." Jimin retorted as Yoongi shifted closer to him until their shoulders were pressing together once more. Swallowing thickly, Jimin let his gaze follow where Yoongi was pointing and saw a giant teddy bear being offered as the ultimate prize at a nearby booth.

"How about a little competition?" Yoongi suggested. "I'll play you for it."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "You don't strike me as a plushie guy."

Yoongi slid his hand into Jimin's and pulled him toward the booth. "You'd be right. It's less about the teddy bear and more about the challenge."

"Wouldn't you rather make a big show of winning it for me." Jimin teased him.

"That sounds a lot like something a guy might do on a date, doesn't it?" Yoongi asked. "Besides, I remember just how rewarding betting against you can be." Jimin's breath caught but before he could tease more details out of him, Yoongi stepped up to the counter.

"Welcome to cornhole! Care to try your luck?"

Yoongi looked at Jimin expectantly. Jimin picked up one of the bean bags and tested the weight of it with a few tosses. "Ready to get pounded, Yoongi?"

"Bring it on." Yoongi accepted the challenge.

"You'll get four tosses each." The game attendant informed them. "One point for hitting the board, two for in the hole. And with that, round one begins!"

Jimin and Yoongi squared up side by side with the board a good 10 feet away from them. "You can go first." Jimin said.

"Interesting tactic." Yoongi hummed. "Don't you know nice guys finish last?"

"Oh, I plan on it, Min." Jimin smirked as he stepped back, letting the winter air chase away the flames licking up his stomach.

Yoongi chuckled. "We'll see about that. Don't make this too easy for me." He faced the board, lining up his shot with supreme focus.

Jimin decided to take the opportunity to distract him. "You really want to throw it underhand?" It wasn't that hard to get in Yoongi's head. After all, Jimin had spent plenty of time studying his tells for work.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin watched with growing satisfaction as he changed his grip, tossing the bean bag in an overhead arc instead. It went long. "Oops, my mistake."

Yoongi shot him a look. "That's a dirty move, Park."

Jimin stepped up for his turn. With Yoongi smarting from Jimin's deception, he didn't have time to think of a countermeasure. "Not my fault you got a little distracted." Jimin taunted as he swung the bag in a high arc. It sailed expertly through the hole. "Just like magic."

"Enjoy it." Yoongi said. "You won't throw me off again."

They matched each other for the next two tosses, easily keeping pace. By the final round, they were tied. "Final Round!" The attendant exclaimed. "It all comes down to this!"

Yoongi stared intently at the board, tossing his final bag between his hands. He was focused solely on the game, leaning forward just enough to present his perfect ass for Jimin. "Looks like you're about to cream me this round." Jimin mused. Just as Yoongi prepared to throw, Jimin reached out and slapped his ass hard. Yoongi made a surprised noise and turned toward Jimin, his shot going wide. Jimin smiled angelically. "That was for luck. Too bad it didn't work." Yoongi's mouth hung open in surprise as Jimin tossed his last bag right into the hole. His eyes burned with desire as his gaze trailed from Jimin's mouth down to his crotch. "I guess that luck was all for me." Jimin smirked.

With all their bean bags tossed, the game came to an end. The attendant passed the teddy bear to Jimin, cementing his victory. It was so large, it was nearly impossible to carry. "Looks like I get to go home with this special fella." Jimin smiled.

"You deserve it." Yoongi said. "Though your means of gaining the victory were a bit suspect."

Jimin's body was still flushed from the adrenaline as he looked out to the ice rink across the way. "Why don't we cool off a little bit on the ice?" He suggested.

Snowflakes drifted through the air as the two of them rented some skates and glided onto the ice. Yoongi grinned and skated backward in a lazy arc. His eyes only left Jimin's face to travel down his body with deliberate heady intensity. "You look a little cold, Park."

"Positively chilled." Jimin grinned. "I might need something to warm me up a bit." He caught hold of Yoongi's jacket, pulling him against himself.

Yoongi's breath steamed in the air, his smoldering gaze dipping to Jimin's mouth. The heat of Yoongi's thighs soaked into Jimin's legs. Jimin sighed as Yoongi's hands finally gripped his waist.

A small figure suddenly crashed into the back of Yoongi's knees, nearly sending them both sprawling to the ground. "Who was that?" Jimin asked, looking around in confusion until he saw a young girl splayed flat on the ice.

The girl stared up at them with wide tearful eyes. "Please don't be mad! I didn't mean to!"

"I'm not." Yoongi said softly. "Promise. What's your name?"

"Isla." The girl tilted her head curiously. "Aren't you that angry man Daddy watches on TV?"

Yoongi ignored the question as he helped Isla to her feet. As she slipped unsteadily on her skates, he held her fast by the elbows. "See?" Jimin asked. "Yoongi is not even a little scary! He's a total softie when not on the clock."

"That's a bit of a stretch." Yoongi said.

Isla's laugh tinkled through the air. She shyly looked up at Yoongi as he carefully let go. "I'm still learning how to brake."

"Braking's rough when you start out." Yoongi said in understanding. "Want me to show you?" Isla nodded and Jimin's heart clenched as Yoongi knelt down to her level and pointed to her skates. "See these sharp edges on the blade? You gotta shift your weight and dig those into the ice to stop."

"But it's so fast!" Isla exclaimed. "What if I don't stop in time?"

"It'll only feel fast until you get the hang of it." Yoongi assured her. "Use your muscles here and here to slow your momentum." Yoongi demonstrated turning his skate to brake.

Isla copied him, gasping as the ice sprayed up around her. "It's wobbly! I'm gonna fall!"

"It'll get steadier with practice." Yoongi said. "Right, Jimin?"

Jimin struggled to focus on Isla in the full blinding brilliance of Yoongi's charm. "Just remember, it's okay to take your time. You don't have to get it perfect right away. You gain confidence every time you practice."

Isla pouted. "But I'm so slow."

"I was slow when I first started." Yoongi said and Isla looked up at him in shock. "Soon you'll be flying. Mark my words." The girl made a short, calculated loop. She wobbled a little as she angled her skates but nailed the stop right next to Yoongi. "Atta girl!" Yoongi grinned.

Isla was so excited, she almost fell again as she spun, looking for someone. "Daddy! Did you see that?"

Jimin glanced over and saw a short ruddy cheeked man making his way over, beaming from ear to ear. "Sure did, sprout! Isla, what do you say to…" He trailed off, eyes widening as he realized who his daughter was talking to. "Yoongi Min?! Oh god, we didn't mean to bother you! Isla, did you apologize?"

"Daddy, don't be silly." Isla giggled. "Mr. Yoongi is super nice! He taught me how to brake!"

Jimin and Yoongi exchanged a glance as the color drained from the father's face. Yoongi extended his hand for a shake. "Wow, okay, right. Thanks, Min. You must have the magic touch." The father numbly shook Yoongi's hand, starstruck and dazed by the genial image Yoongi usually kept so locked away.

"It's really no problem." Yoongi insisted. "She'll be a pro on the ice in no time."

"Keep practicing, Isla." Jimin said, waving at the little girl.

"I will!" Isla beamed. "Thanks!"

As Isla and her father skated away, Yoongi watched them go with an almost wistful expression. "Who would've guessed you're a natural with kids?" Jimin smiled. "I wish I'd brought the camera."

Yoongi shook his head. "Not everything needs to be televised. "And kids just want to understand how things work. I used to coach city kids in college."

Jimin raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. "You coached?" Yoongi nodded and Jimin's gaze softened a bit. "Maybe you can teach me a few things. Care to share a few pointers?"

Yoongi looked Jimin up and down, his gaze lingering in all the spots on Jimin's body that Jimin knew he was just dying to touch. "Now might not be the time. I prefer a more hands on approach."

"That's the only way you like it." Jimin grinned.

Yoongi skated closer, closing the gap between the two of them. "Caught me." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Yoongi languidly pulled Jimin across the ice back toward the tents. "Since we're talking about what is and isn't for the public, some things are best enjoyed in private." He stopped before an empty tent. He cupped Jimin's face in his hands and Jimin inhaled as the heat from Yoongi's touch flowed down his skin. Yoongi's gaze locked on Jimin's and Jimin's pulse thrummed with need as Yoongi's words sank in.

"Sounds like you're not much of an exhibitionist." Jimin whispered. "Why's that? A little danger can add some spice."

"Is it so bad I'd rather have you to myself?" Yoongi asked softly.

Jimin bit his lip. "I'm not one to turn down a private showing."

"I think there might be a way we can compromise." Yoongi said. "This booth's not occupied yet." He raked his gaze over Jimin, lingering on his lips as he cheekily flipped the tent flap open.

Jimin's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "We can't. The owner could come back any time."

"Then we shouldn't waste it standing out here." Yoongi pulled Jimin inside.

As soon as the tent flap fell shut, Yoongi's hands were on Jimin, searing hot and icy cold all at once. The sounds of the festival seemed to fade away outside, leaving them alone in that perfect stolen moment. "Kiss me already." Jimin whispered.

"Thought you'd never ask." Yoongi murmured before pressing his lips to Jimin's. Yoongi's tongue curled along Jimin's bottom lip. Jimin moaned into Yoongi's mouth, his fingers sliding down Yoongi's hips and over his firm ass. Jimin ran his hands back to Yoongi's front and threaded his fingers through Yoongi's belt loops. "You don't waste any time." Yoongi chuckled.

Jimin pushed Yoongi up against a post holdin gup the tent, fanning his hands across Yoongi's chest, trailing his lips along the curve of Yoongi's ear. "I know what I want. And I want you. Now."

Yoongi abided, hands skimming down Jimin's back to cup his ass. He pulled Jimin against him, grinding his hips into Jimin's. "Then we agree for once." His cool fingers skimmed Jimin's stomach, untucking his sweater and pushing the hem up. Jimin gasped as Yoongi's touch ignited the ember burning low in his stomach. Every fiber of Jimin's body yearned to have Yoongi pressed against him, Yoongi's mouth on his bare skin. "You have been killing me all night." Yoongi nearly growled. Jimin's breath caught as Yoongi nuzzled his earlobe, his fingers curling into Jimin's coat. He gave it a suggestive tug, the fabric hitching against Jimin's throat. It sent a jolt of incredible pleasure through Jimin. "I think it's time for this to come off." His breath tickled Jimin's ear as he began sliding the coat off Jimin's shoulders. "I want you, Jimin. I'd give anything to have you all to myself, right here, right now." He leaned back to meet Jimin's eyes, his own burning with need. The intensity of his gaze could swallow Jimin whole.

"God, I want that. "Jimin moaned.

Yoongi crashed his lips to Jimin's once more, hands tracing the curve of Jimin's ass, the arch of his thigh. Now that every defense was down, now that they'd stopped pretending, Jimin couldn't have Yoongi fast enough. His dick strained against his jeans, his hips jerking as they searched for the relief of Yoongi's touch. He hitched his leg up over Yoongi's hip, grinding hard into him. Yoongi buried a curse in Jimin's neck, clutching him tight. "If you keep doing that, no way in hell am I gonna last long." Yoongi groaned.

Jimin smirked. "That's the idea." He didn't want to wait Yoongi out, to wait patiently as Yoongi teased him. He wanted to urge the animal in Yoongi on and let Yoongi ravage him. He trailed a hand down Yoongi's forearm, delighting in the twitch of his muscles under his touch. "You know, I'm still hungry. I'm craving some…finger food." He brought Yoongi's hand to his mouth and curled his lips around his index finger.

Yoongi sharply sucked in a breath as Jimin rolled his tongue, savoring the taste of him. "Message received." Jimin hummed in agreement, sending a shiver through Yoongi's body. Yoongi's free hand gripped Jimin's hair, a moan filling the air as Jimin grazed his teeth over Yoongi's knuckles. Jimin reached for his shirt, but Yoongi caught his wrist. "Allow me." Jimin surrendered, letting Yoongi tug the sweater over Jimin's head. The chill air nipped against his exposed skin. "Gorgeous." He murmured as his lips caressed his neck and shoulder.

Yoongi kissed his way down Jimin's chest, his mouth leaving tingling lines of fire across Jimin's pecs. Jimin moaned as Yoongi's mouth continued its trail over his skin, digging his fingers into Yoongi's hair. But even as Jimin guided his head down his stomach, Yoongi detoured, dipping his tongue into Jimin's navel with a grin. "Please don't make me wait." Jimin whimpered. "I can't stand it."

Yoongi flicked his tongue against Jimin's navel, the heat of his tongue a sharp contrast with the chill air. "Worried someone might come back and you won't get what you want?" Jimin nodded, breathless with how much he wanted Yoongi. He might literally die if Yoongi didn't touch him. Yoongi's hand slipped into the front of Jimin's jeans and underwear, drawing a ragged gasp from Jimin's throat. "And what is it you want, Jimin?" His fingers wrapped around Jimin's dick, giving him a tug. Jimin groaned, the sound loud and guttural in the cramped tent, and rocked into Yoongi's hand. "You're mine tonight, Jimin." His voice was a sweet possessive purr in Jimin's ear.

It was suddenly not enough to just take. Jimin needed to touch Yoongi, taste Yoongi, feel the response of Yoongi's body to his own. "Let me taste you." Jimin practically begged as he dragged Yoongi's shirt off of him, pressing his hands to the heated skin of Yoongi's stomach. He unzipped Yoongi's jeans and lowered himself to his knees in front of him. Yoongi gazed down at Jimin, eyes half shut in anticipatory bliss. Jimin met his gaze, his hands pressing into Yoongi's thighs. "You're a mouthwatering sight, Yoongi Min."

"You're going to ruin me with that mouth." Yoongi groaned.

Jimin teased his fingers down the front of Yoongi's underwear, pulling the fabric down his hips along with his jeans. "Exactly." He took Yoongi's dick into his palm, kissing along the shaft with the barest of touches. As Yoongi sighed out in pleasure, Jimin parted his lips and guided Yoongi into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the tip.

Yoongi moaned, unable to help himself as he thrusted his hips. "Don't stop."

Jimin pulled off of Yoongi just long enough to respond, licking his lips. "I won't. I'm far from done with you."

"You're not giving up." Yoongi mused.

"I thought you admired persistence." Jimin said.

Yoongi nodded. "I do."

Jimin smirked. "Then I think it's time we let you score a goal." Yoongi's laugh filled the tent, morphing into a moan as Jimin took Yoongi into his mouth again. He settled his hands against Yoongi's hips, holding them tightly as he bobbed his head, sucking and licking as he felt Yoongi gradually coming undone. Yoongi's back arched, his hips thrusting to meet Jimin's mouth as he took him in deeper and deeper. Jimin sped up his pace, guided by each cue Yoongi's body gave him. Yoongi's breaths came shorter and faster. Jimin felt Yoongi twitch against his tongue and bobbed his head down to take as much of Yoongi into his mouth as he could, feeling his cum spilling onto his tongue seconds later.

"Holy shit, Jimin." Yoongi panted as Jimin gently lapped at Yoongi's tongue to clean him up.

Jimin rose to his feet, brushing kisses over Yoongi's throat and chest before eventually pulling completely away. "I can't believe we got away with that."

"I know." Yoongi smiled breathlessly. "I'm pretty sure everyone in a five-mile radius heard."

As Yoongi turned to grab his shirt, Jimin snuck a glance at his bare ass poking out where his jeans and underwear still sat around his thighs before Yoongi pulled them up. "Too bad we can't stay." Jimin pulled his own shirt over his head. "I would've liked to see what happened next."

"There's always next time." Yoongi said.

Jimin paused, his heart fluttering. "Are you suggesting we flirt with danger more often?" He reached out to trace a finger down the taut line of Yoongi's jaw. "Because I’m definitely up for another escapade."

Yoongi tilted his head to kiss Jimin's palm, his eyes locked intently on Jimin's. "Then I'll get creative." He caught Jimin's hand as Jimin reached for the tent flap, holding him back for one more delicious moment. "Jimin, I just wanted to say…maybe I do like a little danger."

Jimin smiled. "Happy to be your risk taker, Min."

They stepped out of the tent, reveling in the crisp chill of the air. Yoongi caught Jimin's hand again and pulled him close. His thumb traced a hot line of pleasure down Jimin's cheek until his fingertips caught Jimin's chin. "Walk me to my car?" Jimin asked. Instead of answering, Yoongi's lips met Jimin's. Jimin leaned into the kiss, wishing the night didn't have to end.

A sudden bright light dazzled Jimin. Startled, Yoongi jerked away from him. Jimin immediately spotted the paparazzo standing a few feet away, his camera pointed right at them. "Who's your date, Min?"

"Yoongi, that photo will be all over the network by morning!" Jimin could feel his panic rising.

Yoongi stomped up to the paparazzo, fury rolling off him in waves as he ripped the camera out of the man's hands. Yoongi slammed the camera to the ground with a sickening crunch. "No comment."

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The paparazzo who had taken Jimin and Yoongi's picture gaped at his camera lying in pieces on the ground. "You ruined my shot! And my paycheck!"

"That was the point, asshole." Yoongi said as the guy scrambled to pick up the pieces of his camera.

"I should sue you for destruction of property!"

Yoongi's fists clenched and his shoulders tensed. Jimin quickly stepped between him and the paparazzo. "Everyone just calm down. Let's all just walk away. You can apologize for taking our picture and Yoongi will apologize for smashing your camera."

"Fat chance." Yoongi scoffed.

"So we agree." The paparazzo glowered at them. "I'm not going anywhere until you pay for the damages!"

"You really wanna push your luck?" Yoongi asked.

"You might have wrecked my shot, but I have eyes." The guy said threateningly. "And I'll find out who this little boyfriend of yours is." He stormed off.

Yoongi moved as if to chase after the guy, but Jimin grabbed his elbow to stop him. "Even if he did deserve it, we're not on the ice, Yoongi. He wants to see you lose it. The only win here is if we walk away."

For a long beat, Yoongi just stood there. Then he exhaled hard through his nostrils. "Damn it." He turned to Jimin with a concerned frown. "Are you okay?"

Jimin nodded, hugging himself. "I'm fine but I have to be on Off the Ice tomorrow. What if he leaks it before then?"

Yoongi took Jimin's hand, giving it a surprisingly gentle squeeze. Jimin's heart pounded as Yoongi's lingered in his. "He's got no proof. We'll be fine."

"Thanks to you." Jimin said, a tiny smile appearing on his face. "I'm glad you ruined his shot."

"Of course." Yoongi murmured. "I'm your story." He pulled Jimin close, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek. His low voice rumbled through Jimin as he sighed. "Now let's get out of here. That guy isn't worth dwelling on." Yet Jimin couldn't help but feel like that incident would come back to bite them both in the ass.

***

Jimin took deep breaths as he prepared to fake his way through a guest spot on Off the Ice. He chugged the last of his coffee before the cameras turned on. "Welcome back, Jimin." Jimin jolted as Seokjin greeted him, nearly spilling his drink all over him. "Rough night?" Seokjin looked Jimin over with a newscaster's eye.

"I didn't sleep my best." Jimin said vaguely. And it wasn't a lie. He had tossed and turned all night, thinking of all the ways the paparazzo could make good on his threat.

Seokjin gave him a friendly smile. "Well, if it weren't for the way you're drinking that coffee, I'd never be able to tell."

Off set, the producer motioned for them to get into place. "Bring some of that caffeinated energy to the show today!" Hoseok exclaimed as they all took their seats.

As the producer counted them down, Seokjin smiled at the camera. "Welcome back to your favorite sports program, Off the Ice. Rumor has it, everyone's favorite hothead hasn't had a chance to cool off."

"That's right, Seokjin." Hoseok nodded. "Tonight, we're all buzzing over what the internet has dubbed CameraGate."

Jimin grew tense as Seokjin continued. "According to some eyewitness reports, something special has caught Min's attention, and it ain't the puck!"

"The star Blades player was spotted with a date at Seattle's Winter Festival this past weekend." Hoseok said. "Unfortunately, we don't have any photo evidence."

"In a very on brand move, Min smashed a photographer's camera after he snapped a picture of the two canoodling." Seokjin said.

"But who is this mystery man?" Hoseok asked. "The internet is dying to know! Let's take a look at some fan theories. From BladesNation420, 'Clearly some Management shill! Min is sleeping his way into a renewed contract.'"

"Ooh, here's one!" Seokjin said excitedly. IceIceBabie69 says, 'What if it's a player from a rival team?'"

Jimin's panic increased as Hoseok turned to him. "Jimin, chime in here. Who do you think he is?"

As the camera zoomed in on him, Jimin kept his face deceptively smooth. "Well, Hoseok, I believe I'm here to talk about hockey. Clearly the competition between Min and Dupont has lit a fire under our resident hothead. Min is playing better than ever at this point in the season."

"Maybe it's the mystery man who's been lighting Min's fire." Hoseok mused.

"Why can't it be the love of the game?" Jimin asked.

Hoseok spread his hands wide as if he weren't quite satisfied. "I don’t know, it's gotta be something serious, Seokjin. The Winter Festival isn't some casual hookup spot. Is Min actually dating this mystery man? And is he about to ruin everything Min's worked for?"

"How would he 'ruin' anything? It's just a date." Jimin blurted out before even thinking about it.

The other two looked toward Jimin with renewed interest at the anger in his voice. "Jimin, it sounds like you have some thoughts." Seokjin said.

Jimin leaned a little closer to the camera, squaring his shoulders, and raised his voice. "Sorry, is this still a hockey show or a 14-year old's sleepover?" Hoseok's jaw dropped and Seokjin's easy grin faltered. Emboldened, Jimin scooted his chair closer to them. "I thought Off the Ice was better than some trashy tabloid. I've loved and admired this show for years. It's a powerhouse in sports media. Which makes it even more inappropriate for us to stoop to this kind of secondhand gossip and treat it like fact."

"So you're saying-"

"That Yoongi Min's private life is just that--private." Jimin said. "We should respect that. If and when he wants the world to know about a relationship, then we can speculate. But not before."

Seokjin nodded. "I see Jimin's point. Without the context of how it affects his game, Min's relationship is just hot goss."

Hoseok frowned. "I don't know, Seokjin. Seems like Min could easily get distracted."

"Then you don’t know Yoongi Min." Jimin said. "No one is more passionate about his team or the game than Yoongi Min. We see it all the time--how he looks out for the team, how he puts his all into every game, how he inspires the Blades to excel."

"It's hard to deny, he is a passionate player." Seokjin agreed.

"And everyone deserves to enjoy their time off the ice." Hoseok conceded.

"So I say let him grow." Jimin said. "Let him come out of his shell a bit. Hell, let the man date. Maybe this mystery man will even mellow him out a bit."

Seokjin nodded thoughtfully but Hoseok shook his head, still a bit doubtful. "Min's already let his temper get the best of him once. I can't help but worry we're in for another disappointment."

"You can take my word for it." Jimin assured him. "Min intends to repair his reputation this year and that includes bringing the Blades to the championship. Min loves hocky more than fighting. To be sure, Min has earned those doubts. But you can bet he learned his lesson last year. In my work with the team, it's clear Min is prioritizing the love of the game over his ego."

"Maybe a more mature Min is exactly what the Blades need, Hoseok." Seokjin said.

Hoseok hummed. "So, in your opinion, Jimin, Min attending the Winter Festival could be a net positive for him?"

"Obviously." Jimin smiled. "I heard he spent his off time teaching a kid how to skate out there."

Seokjin's eyes widened a bit. "Now that is a photo op I'd love to see!"

Jimin bantered back and forth with Seokjin and Hoseok as he painted the story as a rumor. "So, Isla, if you or your dad is watching, keep practicing! Coach Min knows you'll go far!"

Behind the camera, a producer signaled an upcoming commercial break which meant Jimin's time on air was almost over. "You heard it here, folks." Hoseok said. "Yoongi Min's bad boy days are over."

"We're heading to a commercial." Seokjin said. "But we hope you've enjoyed our sideline reporter's insights as much as we have."

Jimin smiled at the camera. "And remember, the Blades are in it to win it. With Yoongi Min on the team, there's no stopping them!"

As the commercial break rolled and the producer cut, Seokjin walked with Jimin offstage, an unreadable expression on his face. "Well, Jimin, consider my ass sufficiently handed to me."

"Someone had to do it." Jimin shrugged. "You two sounded like a horde of preteen girls."

Seokjin laughed. "My daughter does have similar debates with her friends about their favorite boyband."

"I appreciate a little pushback." Hoseok said. "When Seokjin and I agree too much, it's a pretty boring show."

"You showed real mettle today." Seokjin said. "And I bet the fans just ate it up. Maybe we should have you on the show more often."

Jimin's chest swelled with pride, and he extended a hand for them to shake. "I'd be honored. You know how to reach me."

***

As soon as work was over, Jimin hurried home, eager to be in the solitude of his apartment. He pulled out his phone as he slipped his shoes off at the door so he could text Yoongi, but he found a message from the hockey player already waiting for him.

good job putting those pundits in their
place

sorry they threw that at you

i'm ready to never speak to another
person again

sounds like you need a night in…

lemme bring Cafe Yoongi to your
kitchen.

Jimin's stomach fluttered at the offer, and he quickly typed out a response.

My fridge isn't exactly well-stocked…

Don't worry. I'll bring supplies. 🍑🍆

and who knows. after dinner… maybe
we can have a little sleepover

Jimin bit his lip, arousal already starting to build in the pit of his stomach at the thought of what they could get up to that night. But of course, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with Yoongi a bit.

the couch isn't very comfortable

I like a challenge.

Jimin set his phone down, heart pounding in his chest as he rushed to get his apartment ready for Yoongi's arrival.

A few hours later, Jimin opened the door to Yoongi waiting with a bag of groceries tucked under one arm. "You are gonna love what I have planned." Yoongi said.

"Let me guess." Jimin leaned against the doorframe. "You're going to make my mouth water."

Yoongi's smoldering gaze drifted to Jimin's lips, an insatiable hunger in his eyes. "If it's the last thing I do."

Jimin smirked and stepped back to let Yoongi in. "Then you'd better come in and get started."

Yoongi quickly made himself at home, pilfering a pair of wine glasses from Jimin's cabinet. Jimin's eyes caught on the tense muscles of Yoongi's arms as he popped the cork on the wine he'd brought and poured each glass with a romantic flourish. "For your troubles." Yoongi said as he offered one to Jimin.

Smiling, Jimin took the glass and clinked it against Yoongi's. "Here's to avoiding a scandal. To a life of privacy and peace."

"To breaking as many cameras as it takes." Yoongi added on. He held Jimin's gaze as they both sipped at their wine, and a rush of heat ran through Jimin's stomach. "I brought a movie so we can make this a proper sleepover." Yoongi informed him. "And don't worry about breakfast, I've got you covered." Jimin was instantly struck by an image of Yoongi in the kitchen wearing nothing but his underwear while frying eggs and brewing coffee.

"Morning, Jimin, I've got your cold brew with an extra shot of espresso right here." Yoongi flipped over an omelet while Jimin took a sip of his coffee, admiring the flex and stretch of Yoongi's muscles as he worked.

Jimin propped his chin on his hand. "Watching you has me hungrier for more than just an omelet."

Yoongi smirked. "That can be arranged…"

By the time Jimin remembered where he was, Yoongi was whisking something in a pot that had that apartment smelling heavenly. "This is my personal Alfredo recipe." Yoongi informed him. "Try the sauce first." He carefully dipped a spoon into the pot before holding it out to Jimin. Jimin leaned closer, holding onto Yoongi's shoulder for balance. He took his time opening his mouth, his eyes never leaving Yoongi's. "Careful, it's hot."

"Everything is better with a little heat." Jimin said as he pursed his lips, relishing in the way Yoongi's eyes dropped to his mouth at the subtle movement, and blew on the spoon. When Yoongi finally slid the cooled sauce into Jimin's mouth, Jimin let out a groan at the flavor explosion happening on his tongue from the perfectly creamy sauce.

"With a noise like that, we may have to skip dinner altogether." Yoongi mused.

"I have no intention of skipping dinner." Jimin said. "You'll have to wait." He settled back to watch as Yoongi finished their dinner, unable to shake the sense of unease in his chest. It felt so natural, Yoongi being there in his apartment, cooking for them. Like they shouldn't have had to hide.

"Why the long face?" Yoongi asked, reaching over to rest his hand on Jimin's. He rubbed his thumb over Jimin's knuckles.

Jimin sighed. "I just keep thinking…what if he identifies me? I mean, my name is on the lower thirds and-"

Yoongi interrupted him. "Listen, Jimin, I broke that asshole's camera so he'd get the message. Messing with you means messing with me. And he's not gonna like it if he does." The growl in his voice and the intensity in his eyes made Jimin's stomach clench deliciously.

Jimin shifted in his chair, now actually tempted to skip dinner. "Hard to argue when you look at me like that."

"My goal tonight is to get your mind off that waste of space and back on me." Yoongi circled around Jimin, carrying the pan with their pasta in one hand and trailing the other along Jimin's shoulder. "So is it working?"

Jimin felt his cheeks flush as Yoongi gave him a sly grin and began plating their dinner. "Maybe a little too well."

Yoongi pushed Jimin's plate in front of him. "Your dinner. Compliments of the chef." Jimin twirled his fork in the lusciously coated pasta, Yoongi watching closely as he lifted it to his lips to take a bite. Jimin's eyes instantly widened at the taste, Yoongi's gaze following every movement of his lips as he removed the fork from his mouth and began to chew. "That good?"

"If I wasn't so hungry, I'd be thanking you on my knees." Jimin said honestly.

Yoongi lifted his wine glass with a wicked grin. "I'll toast to that."

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After dinner, Jimin and Yoongi moved to the living room to watch the movie Yoongi brought. Yoongi wordlessly passed jimin an old DVD and Jimin squinted in disbelief at the film's title. "The Butler's Billionaire Duke? Wouldn’t have pegged you for a historical drama kind of guy."

"I'm sure you can come up with a reason." Yoongi smirked.

Jimin raised his eyebrows. "You like them because of the sexual restraint." He guessed. "It's all about the tension. The buildup.

"Damn straight." Yoongi confirmed. "What's hotter than two people who can't be together trying to hide how much they turn each other on? And then watching them finally give in?"

"Are we talking about the movie or us?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi lifted one shoulder in a shrug, settling in beside Jimin on the couch. His arm draped lazily over Jimin's shoulders. "It's better if I show you what I mean."

Jimin dimmed the lights and Yoongi pressed play. At first, the movie was tame, all brief touches and prolonged eye contact. But as the minutes ticked on and the romance escalated, Jimin found his gaze drawn to Yoongi instead of the screen. Yoongi kept his eye son the TV, but Jimin admired how the light shone across Yoongi's jaw, highlighting his lips. "Can you feel it?" Yoongi whispered. "The tension building?"

On screen, the wealthy duke had just confessed his forbidden love for the lowly butler. "My heart beats for you. I have desired you for longer than I have dared to. But I cannot deny my passions any longer."

"Oh, Your Grace, I have longed for you ever since I first saw you riding in the moors atop your stallion…"

The duke ran his hands across the butler's shoulders, both their breathing heavy and needful. "My body burns to feel yours beneath it. To hear your labored breath in my ears."

"And I want nothing more than to fulfill your every desire." The butler ripped open the duke's shirt, displaying his rippling abs and heaving chest.

Jimin looked over at Yoongi. "You have terrible taste in movies."

An unbothered Yoongi lifted one of Jimin's hands to his mouth and teased his lips over Jimin's knuckles. "So it's not doing it for you?"

Jimin gave a tiny shrug. "I didn't say that."

"I could devour you like this every day until my last day."

"I shall die a happy man, my love." The duke gripped the butler's member through his trousers, his hooded gaze desperate with hunger.

Yoongi's eyes remained fixed on the screen, but his hands were focused on Jimin, sliding from Jimin's shoulder to his waist. His fingers teased the hem of Jimin's shirt. Jimin held his breath as Yoongi's hand slowly slipped under his waistband. The butler moaned as the duke lifted him onto a table and Yoongi leaned toward Jimin, his breath hot as he whispered in his ear. "Don't you wish we were doing what they're doing right now?"

Jimin gasped as Yoongi's fingers traced the taut elastic of Jimin's underwear. Jimin's body responded to Yoongi, his dick hardening and straining against the confines of his clothes. Jimin covered Yoongi's hand with his own, pressing Yoongi's hand flush against his skin. "I'm game." Yoongi's fingers just barely brushed Jimin's dick but it was enough to force a groan out of Jimin.

The duke backed the butler against the foot of the bed as their lips locked in a heated kiss. "Oh, Your grace! Certainly not your…marriage bed?"

"It has served me faithfully in the past."

The butler ran his hands seductively across the crisp sheets and the duke pushed him back until he sat upon them. "I laundered these covers just for you, sir…I hope we make them filthy."

"Exactly. All the better to ravish you on."

"The bed's a little far." Jimin mused. Yoongi smirked and curled a hand behind Jimin's knees, pulling Jimin under him as he copied the duke's movements. Jimin gasped as Yoongi's body covered his with delicious pressure, Yoongi's skin burning even behind his clothes. "You've practiced that move."

"Guilty." Yoongi leaned down and dragged his lips across Jimin's jaw, down his neck. One hand traced down Jimin's ribcage to grip his waist. "But I’m here with you. We can act out my fantasies or we can improvise."

"I think I can make it even hotter." Jimin whispered.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "I love a man who takes charge." As the butler threw his head back into the pillows, Jimin boldly ran his hand down Yoongis' chest and stomach, not stopping until he was cupping Yoongi's dick through his pants. The butler and duke's sighs echoed through the room as Jimin and Yoongi moved in sync, mimicking the actors' touches. "Pretty good inspiration, right?" Jimin moaned in agreement, tipping his head back. Yoongi's teeth grazed the sensitive skin below Jimin's ear.

Jimin slid his hands under Yoongi's shirt as the actors on screen began to strip. "Let me see all of you. Touch all of you." The duke reached for the butler's breeches, tugging impatiently on the strings holding them up.

Jimin could see the bulge in Yoongi's jeans as his gaze flickered from the couple on the screen to Jimin, waiting to see what he did next. "Don't you want to see me strip for you?" Jimin whispered.

"Badly." Yoongi practically growled. Jimin arched his back and hooked his fingers under the bottom of his shirt. With exaggerated slowness, he pulled the fabric over his head. The moment his torso was bare, Yoongi leaned in to press kisses along Jimin's bare stomach. "More." Yoongi groaned. "I want to see more of you." Jimin tossed the rest of his clothing aside, baring himself to Yoongi. The cool bite of the air was followed by the searing heat of Yoongi's palms.

"You're even more exquisite than I imagined…"

The camera panned tastefully away but Jimin could still hear the seduction in the butler's voice, the innuendo dripping from his lips. "Then all me to see you in kind, Your Grace…"

"You heard the man." Jimin smirked up at Yoongi. "Strip."

Yoongi grinned, his voice low as he pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. "Bossy." He tossed the shirt aside and Jimin hungrily leaned into wrap his lips around one nipple. He swirled his tongue against Yoongi's skin, raising his nipple to a hardened peak. Yoongi's breath quickened, his stomach tensing beneath Jimin's hands as Jimin's tongue moved against his skin.

Jimin dipped his hand to Yoongi's waistband, unbuttoning his jeans with a practiced flick of his thumb. "Keep up, Min." Jimin demanded. Yoongi obeyed, slipping out of the denim. The only thing between Jimin and Yoongi was now just the thin fabric of Yoongi's underwear.

The butler's groan sounded from the TV speakers as he thrusted deep inside the duke, the bed squeaking under their weight. "God, Your Grace. You feel heavenly!" The bed frame rattled with each surge of the butler's hips, with each resulting groan of the duke's.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this…to make you mine…for you to take me…"

Their moans overwhelmed Jimin's senses. As Yoongi wrapped his hand around Jimin's dick, Jimin jerked his hips, searching for friction. "Just like that." Jimin moaned. Yoongi made a low sound in his throat and hooked one of Jimin's legs over his hip, desperately searching for friction. As their hips joined, parted only by the thin fabric between them, Jimin could feel all of Yoongi. "You're so hard for me…"

In answer, Yoongi's hips thrusted against Jimin’s, and a spark of pleasure zinged up Jimin's spine. "I could say the same."

Jimin arched his back as Yoongi cupped his ass with one hand, grinding hard against Jimin's dick, his hips flexing in short bursts. "Fuck~" Jimin wanted nothing more than for Yoongi to take off his underwear, to see how much Yoongi wanted him. "I need you…"

"Then cum for me." Yoongi practically growled.

The duke groaned into the butler's neck, and, with one final thrust, the characters climaxed as one. "Oh, Your Grace!"

"I have finally claimed you as mine. Until the ground takes us."

Jimin and Yoongi bucked against each other, their breaths coming in sync, their bodies moving in perfect time. With one final angle of his hips, Jimin tumbled over the edge with a cry, cum spurting out over his stomach and onto Yoongi's. Yoongi moaned, clutching Jimin close as his own orgasm ripped through him, soaking the front of his underwear.

Their labored breathing gradually slowed. The characters on screen had moved on but Jimin and Yoongi lingered there, unwilling to go. "Now this is my favorite movie for a whole new reason." Yoongi grinned.

"Next time, I'm picking the movie." Jimin breathed out a laugh. "I promise it'll make this one look like the safe for TV cut." He nuzzled the side of Yoongi's neck, enjoying the way his skin shivered under his lips. Jimin slowly kissed his way up to Yoongi's mouth.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Jimin." Yoongi gently cupped Jimin's face and deepened the kiss for a long lingering moment.

When Jimin pulled away, he grinned wickedly. "Now what the hell happened while you were distracting me?" He snuggled further into Yoongi's arms, settling in to watch the rest of the film.

***

Jimin stood rink side to report for the Blades, but he found it hard to focus on the game. He was still buzzing from the night he'd shared with yoongi, the way Yoongi had touched him. Jimin remembered the friction of Yoongi's body against his own, the overwhelming ecstasy of Yoongi bringing him to orgasm. If Yoongi were there right then, Jimin would strip him all the way down and go even further. He could picture it, almost feel how good it would be to have Yoongi without any pesky fabric between them.

A cheer from the crowd drew Jimin back to the present. "Yoongi is kicking ass!" Jungkook exclaimed. "Did you see that shot?"

"Yes, totally." Jimin said quickly before clearing his throat. "He's really focused on the game."

"And he's letting the rest of the team get some shots in." Jungkook pointed out. Jimin nodded although he only had eyes for Yoongi on the ice. "Are you alright? You're really spacing out today."

"Of course!" Jimin exclaimed. "It's just…" He hesitated, trying to produce a believable excuse.

"Hey, I know you!" A familiar voice suddenly shouted from the stands. Jimin whirled around to see the paparazzo from the Winter Festival pointing right at him.

Jungkook stood up. "Excuse me, sir, no fans in the booth please-"

The paparazzo ignored Jungkook, pushing right in to wave a finger in Jimin's face. "You're the guy Yoongi Min was with that night! I told you I'd figure it out. You're mine." He let out a laugh. "I knew you looked familiar! I should have recognized you that night!"

Jimin's heart pounded against his ribs and his pulse rushed in his ears. "My colleague is right. Only official reporters are allowed in th booth, sir."

"I'm not going anywhere." The paparazzo refused. "Not until you and I discuss some terms. My camera is still trashed all because of your little boyfriend."

Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed in concern, and he rested one hand on Jimin's arm. "Jimin, what the hell is this guy talking about?"

"I'm sure everyone is going to love hearing about the sports reporter sleeping his way through the Blades for clicks." The paparazzo sneered.

"How dare you accuse my coworker-"

Jimin cut Jungkook off. "It's okay, I've got this." He took a deep steadying breath and squared his shoulders. "It's a private matter, Jungkook. Can you give me a few minutes."

Jungkook frowned. "I don't know if it's a good idea to be alone with that guy, Jimin. He seems unhinged."

"I can handle him." Jimin assured him. "Take five and I'll come get you when I'm done, okay?"

Jungkook gave him a wary look but finally set his camera down. "I'm grabbing a refill before the third period." He turned to glare at the paparazzo. "If you've not vacated this booth by the time I get back, sir, I will be forced to sic security on you. Your energy is horrendous."

Jimin watched Jungkook stalk off, knowing he would make good on his threat. When Jimin returned his gaze to his guest, the paparazzo was still sneering at him. "You have no right to come to my place of work and accuse me of sleeping with an entire hockey team."

The paparazzo cocked his head. "I don’t know, it's a pretty good story, ain't it?"

"About as half assed as the one you leaked to Off The Ice." Jimin deadpanned. "You didn't have any proof then and you don't have any now."

"I know." The paparazzo said. Wild, isn't it? How when there's so little information, people take it upon themselves to fill in the blanks. Like your little camera buddy. He doesn't know about you and Min, but it won't take him long to start connecting the dots."

A pang of guilt, sharp and painful, sliced through Jimin's gut. "There's nothing for him to know."

The lamp lights lit up as the Blades scored. Jimin glanced over to the ice to see Yoongi hoisting his stick into the air. "That's what I'm talkin' about, Blades!"

Jimin knew it was only a matter of time until Yoongi scanned the stands for him and saw the paparazzo for himself. If Yoongi saw them talking, he would lose and then it would be game over for the Blades. He whirled back around to the paparazzo. "No one will ever believe you." Jimin said. "I'm a verified reporter for a major network. People trust me. You're just some skeezeball trying to get a quick buck."

"Guilty." The paparazzo smirked. "But this skeezeball has a way of making waves. Besides, you're not the first source to try and talk me out of leaking a story. But I need my camera back. Without it, I'm dead in the water out there. Some of us don't got cushy jobs to pay rent with."

Jimin crossed his arms. "If it's money you're concerned about, maybe we can strike a deal. What if I got you a better story? A bigger story. Worth 10 cameras."

The paparazzo raised an eyebrow. "Then I'd say spill it."

On the ice, Elijah hip checked an opponent into the bords just a few feet away. He pounded on his chest as he raised a fist to the crowd. "Don't mess with ElijahNation!"

"The scoop is on the upstart trying to dethrone Min." Jimin said. "Elijah Dupont."

"Everyone knows Dupont is a poor man's Min." The paparazzo scoffed.

"You sure about that?" Jimin raised his eyebrows. "Dupont's pretty popular right now in the rumor mill. Min might make goals, but Dupont makes great headlines."

"What kind of headline are we talking about?" The paparazzo asked.

Jimin kept his cool as the paparazzo waited for his response, lifting one shoulder in a casual shrug. "If you want this story to net you the big bucks, we need to make sure you get it right. You can't think I'd cave without some insurance. This is my ace in the hole, man. I'm not just going to tell you before we shake on it. Right now, I have a job to finish. But I'll draft the details up for you later. And as a show of good faith, I'll even net you some photo evidence. Since you're down a camera."

"Deal." The paparazzo agreed. But only if you have the proof. And you only got until tomorrow. My rent's due."

Jimin's eyes widened. "That's only a few hours-"

The paparazzo cut him off. "Then you better get moving. I'm not staking my livelihood on some word-of-mouth bullshit rumor. If I gotta, I'll leak your dirty laundry instead." HE gave Jimin a final smirk as if he'd won the battle before walking away.

By the time Jungkook returned with a fresh soda, Jimin had managed to breathe his way through the panic and fix a smile on his face. "Thank god he's gone." Jungkook said. "You want to explain what that was all about?"

"Just some dick looking for clickbait." Jimin said. "He won't be bothering us anymore." If Jimin could get that scoop.

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After the game, Jimin made his way to the locker room, determined to find something on Elijah that he could use against him. "Nice playing out there, Elijah!" Jimin plastered a smile on his face.

Elijah turned to smirk at Jimin, crossing his arms over his chest to accentuate his biceps. "You noticed too, huh? With skills like mine, Yoongi's days are numbered."

Jimin almost rolled his eyes, but he caught himself. His eyelid did twitch but Elijah didn't seem to notice. Reminding himself that he was doing it for Yoongi, Jimin sidled closer to Elijah. "About those skills, have you changed your workout routine recently?" Jimin asked coyly.

"Why do you ask?" Elijah flashed a cocky grin. The kind of smile that might have been handsome if he wasn't so incredibly insufferable. "Finally starting to see the light?"

"Just trying to report on the facts." Jimin said.

"Well a lot of people think it's about the reps, but diet is equally as important." Elijah said. "No breakfast burritos for me."

The dig at Yoongi made Jimin bristle but he couldn't show it. He still had to butter Elijah up. "What's your secret formula then?"

"Vitamins and cod, baby!" Elijah grinned. "Not to mention lots of trips to the bedroom. It's an open invitation."

Jimin teasingly began walking his fingers up Elijah's arm. Elijah's muscles rippled under Jimin's touch. "You know, the secret to a good story is to get a really powerful quote. I bet you have a lot of power, don't you?"

Elijah preened under Jimin's attention. He leaned one shoulder against the wall and grinned at Jimin. "As a matter of fact, I'm starting to think I do."

Jimin was starting to steel his resolve when the door to the showers opened and Yoongi stepped through, steam curling around his ankles. "Get lost, Dupont." Yoongi said. "I need a word."

"You always ruin all the fun." Elijah rolled his eyes. "Jimin, you know how to find me if you want to continue this conversation." He sauntered out and Jimin dreaded having to deal with the consequences of leading him on.

As the door closed, Jimin turned to look Yoongi in the eyes. Yoongi's gaze was intense as always but there was a hint of amusement in the corners of his mouth. "I have to say, that was hard to watch."

"It didn't mean anything." Jimin said.

"Oh I know." Yoongi nodded. "I meant hard to watch Dupont think he has a chance." He stepped closer to Jimin, the heat from Yoongi's shower warming Jimin's skin as he stepped close enough to nearly touch him. "But also a little hard to watch you touching him when you should be touching me…" To punctuate the point, Yoongi placed one hand on Jimin's hip, pulling him closer.

Jimin's hands settled against Yoongi's chest with a wave of relief. "Believe me, I would rather be touching you." He playfully ducked out from under Yoongi's hold and slid a hand around his waist, flipping their positions.

"I might have to call a foul for this move, Park." Yoongi said.

Smirking, Jimin pressed Yoongi back against the locker, his head swimming with the fresh scent of his soap. Jimin pressed his body flush against Yoongi's, the hard muscles of his physique unyielding against Jimin's. "Fee free to call a penalty. Until then…" Jimin pressed his lips to Yoongi's, tasting the lingering salt of sweat.

Yoongi returned the kissed a little reserved, a smile tugging at his lips. "I know what you're doing."

"Turning you on?" Jimin grinned.

"Trying to distract me." Yoongi said, pulling back to search Jimin with that dark intense gaze. "What are you actually up to in here?"

Jimin braced himself for the explanation, running a finger lightly over Yoongi's stomach in hopes of cooling his ire. "The paparazzo ambushed me at the game. He's going to out me to the media and ruin both our reputations in the process."

Yoongi's face immediately twisted in anger. "Asshole."

Jimin brushed his fingers against Yoongi's hand in a soothing gesture and electric tingles danced up Jimin's arm where their skin touched. "You've got a big interview with Sports Illustrated coming up and we want Management focusing on your value to the team not your personal life. And I know how you feel about me using my sneaky reporter powers for the wrong reasons…"

"Go on." Yoongi said.

"I've got an idea and I'm proud of it." Jimin placed a hand on Yoongi's arm, a shiver running up his skin. "I said I'd get him something juicier on the new first line forward. It's the best play we have."

"So you're digging for dirt on Dupont?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin nodded. "I know Elijah's part of your team and you want to protect him even if he is a giant pain in the ass-"

Yoongi rested his hands on either side of Jimin's face, stopping him with a grin. "Elijah could stand to be taken down a peg. He's gotten way too cocky lately."

"But you hate this sort of thing." Jimin said.

"Elijah maybe be on my team but so are you." Yoongi said. "If it's your reputation or Elijah's, only one of you has one to save in the first place."

A sweet satisfaction spread through Jimin's body, warming him from the inside out. Every time Yoongi said Jimin was his, something in Jimin melted. "Then I wish you hadn't chased him out of here. I was getting somewhere."

"Then let me make it up to you." Yoongi said. "I have some ideas about where to start looking. I could help you out. After all, how could I turn down a chance to fuck with Dupont?"

Jimin smiled. "Then we should get started."

They glanced around the locker room to double check they had it all to themselves. "Here's his phone." Yoongi said as he grabbed it from Elijah's locker, tapping at the screen. "Locked."

"You don't know his password?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi shook his head. "I try to know as little about Elijah as possible. But he's not a complex guy. I'm sure we can guess."

Jimin sighed. "There's gotta be some clue around here somewhere." He plucked a worn dry erase marker out of the locker, popping the cap. "Is he planning to graffiti the locker room?"

"That's Dupont's 'autograph pen'." Yoongi rolled his eyes. "He uses it when women ask him to sign their boobs."

"I'd have guessed he'd use permanent marker." Jimin said.

Yoongi snorted. "He gets the make the joke that he made a mistake and needs to rub it off."

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut at the image and tossed the marker back into the locker with fervor. He then gingerly lifted a pair of boxers, pinching the waistband between his thumb and forefinger and holding them at arm's length. "Lucky boxers?"

"Nope." Yoongi shook his head. "Just a guy who is hopeless at laundry."

"These are dirty?" Jimin asked in horror.

Yoongi nodded. "I'd put money on it. And I'd appreciate if you'd put them down. Not sure how I feel about you holding some other guy's boxers."

"Trust me, you have no competition." Jimin assured Yoongi as he replaced the boxers, happily moving on. He reached for a small perfectly fluffy plushie in nearly pristine condition, his disgust softening a little. "Aw, Elijah does have a heart."

"That's Lil Scruffy." Yoongi said. "It's some sort of good luck charm for him. He practically prays to it before every match and gives it a butterfly kiss."

Jimin regarded the stuffed animal thoughtfully. "Somehow I don't think Dupont Worships Corgi Stuffy is the headline our pap is looking for."

"Probably not." Yoongi tilted his head. "But Lil Scruffy might be our ticket into Elijah's phone."

Jimin tapped his chin as he looked over the rest of Elijah's locker taking the phone from Yoongi. He typed in 'lil scruffy' and Elijah's phone opened to the home screen. "Oh, the power of a treasured stuffed animal."

"This is embarrassing." Yoongi said. "At least use some special characters."

Jimin took a moment to review the phone's background--a shirtless mirror selfie of Elijah himself. "I am already regretting this."

"It'll be worth it." Yoongi assured him. "Just go to his contacts."

Jimin opened Elijah's contacts and started scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. "Elijah's more popular than I would've thought."

"Stop!" Yoongi leaned forward over Jimin's shoulder, his chin a breath from Jimin's cheek as he snaked an arm around him. For a moment, Jimin almost forgot what they were supposed to be doing. "Eggplant emoji. Three of them." The glee in Yoongi's voice drew Jimin's attention back to the screen where there was a full list of Elijah's recent conquests.

Jimin smirked. "What are the odds Natasha, Theo, and Zoya know about each other?"

"Just imagine if they all showed up to a hot date at the same time." Yoongi said.

Jaw dropping, Jimin lowered Elijah's phone and turned to stare at Yoongi with a newfound appreciation. "That's kind of diabolical. I wouldn't have pegged you for a gossip, Min."

"They deserve to know." Yoongi said. "And Elijah brings it on himself."

Jimin grinned, hooking an arm around Yoongi's neck to bring him closer, just a breath away from a kiss. "I'm into it. It's kinda hot seeing this side of you."

Yoongi's eyes flared and his hands came to rest on Jimin's waist. He leaned even closer so his lips brushed against Jimin's as he spoke. "Don't get used to it. My goal here is to protect you."

Jimin lingered there for a moment, letting the thrill drift over his skin before turning his attention back to Elijah's phone. "I think we should send Natasha a message, don't you? I've been dying for Italian." He navigated to Elijah's texts, noticing all three names near the top of the list. He clicked on Natasha.

the bed's lonely without you 😘

don't u miss me?

sry just been super busy with the szn

promise we'll meet up asap 😉

don't make me wait TOO long…

hey, i keep my promises

lemme take u out. Pete's Pasta joint
tonight?

yum yum, i'll be there 🔥🔥

"Did you see those messages from last week?" Jimin asked Yoongi as he finished setting the date.

Yoongi nodded. "Like I said, they deserve to catch him. He's stringing all these people along."

"Net up, we got Theo." Jimin said.

With a sly smile gracing his sexy mouth, Yoongi took the phone out of Jimin's hands. "I got this. I know a thing or two about talking to guys."

"You say that like I'm not a flaming homosexual." Jimin said as Yoongi began texting.

last night was H O T

you know it 😉 hope we get to do that
again

name the time and place

time: 7

place: pete's pasta

that doesn't sound like your bedroom

i like a little suspense

kinda hot. i'm in.

"Okay, last one." Jimin said as he took the phone back, clicking on the conversation with Zoya. "Shall we try a more elegant approach?"

Yoongi grinned. "You read my mind."

heeeey girl. i need some luvin tonite.
you got any of that 🍑 4 me?

Elijah!! I thought you'd been ignoring
me 😭

I'll be there boo 😍

Jimin was impressed at the lightning-fast response he got. "Oh, it is so on." Yoongi took the phone and moved to put it back in the locker, but Jimin stopped him. "There's just one last thing." He deleted the sent messages then handed the phone to Yoongi while pulling out his own phone to text Elijah.

Hey, this is Natasha! New #

meet me at Pete's tonight?

i'll be the one with nothing on under her
coat 😉

Yoongi almost choked as he read the incoming text on Elijah's phone. "I'm a little scared of you right now."

Jimin grinned. "I hope you mean in a good way. There's a fine line between turned on and scared."

"I'll admit seeing you in your element is pretty sexy." Yoongi said. "Sexy enough to ask you to be my date tonight. I can offer front row seats to this fiasco."

"You offering to take me out to Pete's Pasta?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi nodded. "You deserve to see how it plays out. We both do."

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Jimin and Yoongi sat in a dimly lit corner at Pete's Pasta, surveying their surroundings. Jimin peeked over his menu as two women and a man each found seats at the bar. None of them seemed to recognize each other. "These lovers are in for a very rude awakening." Jimin murmured.

Yoongi took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze lingering on Jimin. "Don’t doubt yourself now. Plan's already in motion."

Looking down at the table, Jimin bit his lip worriedly. "What if it's not our place?"

Yoongi thought on it for a moment then took Jimin's hand decisively. "Elijah might be an immature ass but this isn't that. He's just selfish. If he doesn't want to be exclusive, he shouldn't pretend he does."

Something in Jimin's body felt the tone of the conversation shift and when he looked up, Yoongi was watching him. "And you? What if you wanted to be exclusive?" Yoongi chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver of delight up Jimin's neck. Jimin imagined Yoongi making such sounds while his mouth was on his own skin, and he almost missed Elijah's arrival.

Elijah strode up to the blonde at the bar, an expectant grin on his face. Jimin quickly propped his phone up on the table and started recording. "Natasha, radiant as always."

"Elijah!" Natasha smiled. "I almost didn't recognize you with all that extra muscle." As she angled herself toward Elijah, Theo and Zoya turned as well.

"You're meeting someone else here?" Zoya asked incredulously. "Right in front of me?"

Elijah's eyes widened. "Zoya, what are you doing here?"

"You invited me, asshole!"

"You invited another woman?" Natasha glared at him.

Theo seized that moment to interject, looking scandalized. "You date women?"

"I don't discriminate based on gender!" Elijah exclaimed. "Can someone explain what the hell is going on?"

Behind the menu, Yoongi's hand grasped Jimin's. When Jimin glanced at him, Yoongi's eyes were wide and bright. He leaned in close, whispering lowly enough that Jimin's phone wouldn't pick it up. "This is even better than I thought."

"We need to get closer for clearer audio." Jimin whispered back.

The two of them moved behind a table to get a better shot right as Theo, Zoya, and Natasha decided to gang up on Elijah. Now Jimin had the perfect angle of everyone's face just in time to catch them throwing drinks and food on Elijah while yelling insults. Theo and the two women had joined forces. Zoya and Natasha pinned Elijah against the bar while Theo stalked over and flung his cocktail in Elijah's face. "Asshole!"

"You cheating lying double crossing son of a bitch!"

"Consider yourself blocked!" Zoya handed Natasha her half-finished drink, urging her to add on to Theo's deluge.

Just as Natasha obliged, the restaurant manager scurried over, waving his hands frantically. "Everyone, please! Stop! This is a family establishment!" A breadstick whizzed by the manager's head, causing the perfect diversion for Jimin and Yoongi to duck out.

Once outside, Jimin and Yoongi crafted an email to the paparazzo and sent the video off. "Should be more than enough to buy a new camera and get this guy off our backs." Jimin turned to Yoongi, his breath fogging in the cool air.

"You think he'll keep his end of the bargain?" Yoongi asked.

"He better." Jimin said. "But even if he didn't, I think I liked working on a beat with you, Min."

Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, warding off the chill of the evening. Jimin leaned in and brushed his lips against Yoongi's. Yoongi immediately deepened the kiss and Jimin leaned into him as Yoongi's body blocked him from the chill. Jimin knew that was what got them into that mess, being unable to resist Yoongi, but the way Yoongi's lips moved against his own, the warmth spreading through his body, it was too intoxicating.

Finally, Jimin pulled back, looking into Yoongi's eyes. Yoongi almost seemed thoughtful. "As unusual of a date that was, I had a good time tonight." Yoongi said.

"Me too." Jimin smiled a bit. "I just have one last question. What do you like better? Revenge served cold or with warm breadsticks?"

"Breadsticks." Yoongi answered seriously. "But only if I'm sharing them with you. Because you are way too powerful not to have on my side."

***

After settling the score with the paparazzo, things slowly returned to normal. Jimin and Yoongi returned to their original goal of boosting Yoongi's image, starting with an illustrious photoshoot downtown. As Jimin helped Yoongi prepare for the interview, Yoongi's eyes caught Jimin's in the mirror. "I have to say, when you told me you'd pulled some strings with Sports Illustrated, I wasn't expecting to disrobe."

Jimin ran his gaze over the tantalizing exposed skin of Yoongi's chest, knowing soon all would be bared for the cameras. "Elijah's exposé was a double-edged sword. We may need to work twice as hard to get you back in the public eye. For the right reasons, this time."

"Is that why we're serving my body up to Sports Illustrated on a silver platter?" Yoongi asked.

"Are you opposed?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

Yoongi shook his head. "I just have a hard time believing this is a selfless proposition." The corner of his lips quirked up and a flash of mischief glinted in his eyes.

Jimin shrugged one shoulder. "Maybe I get a little something out of it too. How often do I get to see you naked at work? Sue me."

"I knew I shouldn't have invited you into the shower that day." Yoongi said. "You're getting greedy."

"Guilty." Jimin grinned. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Yoongi smirked. "I can think of some ways to keep you satisfied."

The door opened and the two of them broke apart as the photographer waltzed in. She beamed at Yoongi as she shook his hand. "Yoongi Min, thanks so much for finally agreeing to this. I've been trying to snag you for years!"

Jimin noticed Yoongi settling into the standard gruff exterior he had before the two of them had met, but when he glanced at Jimin, he softened. "It's a pleasure. I don't always take to this vulnerable stuff, so Jimin is here to help."

"I bring him out of his shell." Jimin smiled.

"Well no arguments here." The photographer chuckled. "I've seen your banter during the games, in your interviews. I'll be happy to use some of that magic in the issue. Jimin, I hope you'll tag in whenever the mood strikes you."

Jimin nodded. "Certainly."

"Go ahead and start stripping down for the photos." The photographer said. "We can cover the questions while I'm getting the shots."

Yoongi shot Jimin a subtle look and began to strip. With each piece of clothing that hit the floor, Jimin's temperature rose by a fraction. Jimin watched hungrily as Yoongi shed his clothing, breathing slow through his nose. "I hope you have those questions ready." Yoongi said. "I could use a distraction." Jimin's blood pounded in his ears and heat pooled in his core as Yoongi slid his underwear down his legs.

Jimin cleared his throat. "Question one--what kind of pressure do you face as a professional athlete when it comes to how you look?"

Yoongi's eyes burned into Jimin's as the photographer began snapping pictures. "Interesting question. Hockey is all about speed, strength, and being able to land a punch." He smacked one fist into his open palm with a grin but then he sobered and became serious. Vulnerable even. "Men aren't supposed to be insecure about our bodies but when you're an athlete, your physique is always up for debate. It's tough to balance keeping in shape with not reaching for impossible standards."

"Have you ever struggled with how you look in private when there's no one to see?" The photographer asked.

"Sometimes." Yoongi answered honestly. "Usually I'm more focused on skill but it's impossible to separate from body entirely."

Jimin felt a pang in his chest at Yoongi's words, both from personal experience and because, "Hard to believe how anyone could see anything but perfection." Yoongi's eyes met his once more and Jimin cleared his throat before moving on. "Can you share some insight on that mysterious mind of yours?"

A twinkle appeared in Yoongi's eyes. "Can you elaborate?"

"You've always been a man of few words." Jimin said. "But lately you've been mingling with your fans. What's prompted the big change?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I guess you could say I have a new perspective. I'm finally starting to see the benefits of media attention." The double meaning in his gaze heated Jimin to his core.

"I wager the fans appreciate it." Jimin said.

The photographer looked down at the viewfinder and frowned. "You look good, Yoongi, but I think we might need a little oil to make those pecs pop. Catches the light, you know?"

Yoongi's eyes flew to Jimin’s, and an electric spark thrilled through Jimin's entire body. "I'm down to apply a little oil if Jimin gives me a hand." The boldness of the challenge nearly stole Jimin's breath away and his heart beat wildly at the implications. Their attraction was so loud, so hot, so visceral that he was positive everyone could see it. Or at least feel it. And yet, Jimin couldn't refuse.

The photographer didn't even bat an eye as Jimin pulled Yoongi back to a nearby dressing room. Anticipation ran through Jimin's veins as he closed the door. "Finally we're alone."

"We better make the best of it." Yoongi smirked.

Jimin poured some oil on his hands, his heart leaping at the idea tha the got to touch Yoongi, feel him. "You're kicking ass in that interview." Jimin said. "But I have to say, I didn't know you felt that way about your body."

Yoongi gave a tiny shrug with one shoulder. "Just sometimes."

"Well I think there is so much to appreciate." Jimin accentuated his words by running his fingers up Yoongi's stomach. "And I plan to appreciate every muscle while we're in here."

"When you put it that way…" Yoongi's lips quirked. "What is it you want to appreciate?"

Jimin dropped his eyes to Yoongi's dick, but he wasn't about to give him the satisfaction so soon. Instead, he tantalizingly swiped the oil over Yoongi's rapidly heating skin. "Let's start with your shoulders." He reached out to focus on one shoulder, tracing the dip of Yoongi's collarbone, the slope of his chest, then worked his way to the other.

"I should hire you as my private-" Yoongi cut off as Jimin traced his fingers over his chest, passing lightly over his nipples.

"What was that about private?" Jimin asked cheekily.

Yoongi groaned low in his throat as Jimin's hands ran over his skin, loosening the knots tied tight by stress and restraint. "You sure you're a reporter? The way you baited Dupont yesterday, and your hands…"

Jimin bit his lip. "Let's call this a side hustle. You're lucky. Usually I'm in high demand."

"The only person I want you answering demands from is me." Yoongi said.

"Noted." Jimin nodded. "But don't forget I'm the one with the power here." His hands slid to more dangerous forbidden zones. From hamstrings to glutes. From pecs to hips. With every sweep of Jimin's touch, Yoongi grew more and more tense. "Relax." Jimin smirked. "If I didn't know you to be a professional, I'd say you're getting a little worked up here."

"You're not making it easy." Yoongi murmured. "If we weren't at work right now…" Jimin slowed down his hands, loving the way they glided effortlessly over Yoongi's skin. But as his touch ghosted over the backs of Yoongi's knees, Yoongi jolted. "Careful!"

Jimin gasped out a laugh. "Don't tell me you're ticklish, Min."

"Not ticklish." Yoongi denied, and Jimin could hear his pout. "Just tender."

"So you do have a weakness." Jimin teased him.

Yoongi snorted. "I wouldn't go that far."

Jimin leaned forward and gently blew on Yoongi's freshly oiled skin. Yoongi's eyes fluttered closed and the muscle flexing over his hip jumped. "Really? No weaknesses at all?" He pressed a tender kiss to Yoongi's skin, watching with satisfaction as his hand clenched at his side.

"Maybe when it comes to you." Yoongi admitted. Jimin continued to work slow, massaging Yoongi's lower back before rubbing oil into the taut curves of his ass. He ran his palms along Yoongi's skin, dipping his fingers to tease the insides of the hockey player's thighs. "You get me any more turned on and this shoot is gonna be torture."

"That's the whole idea." Jimin gripped Yoongi's hips and turned him around.

Yoongi's eyes darkened with lust at the sight of Jimin kneeling at his feet. Jimin flashed a wicked grin before dropping his gaze to Yoongi's dick, standing loud and proud for Jimin. "You see the problem." Yoongi said. "I can't go back out there when I'm all worked up."

"Lucky for you, I had a plan for fixing that." Jimin said.

Yoongi's hand came to rest on Jimin's jaw, tilting his face back to look up at him. "I'd like to hear the details." Under Jimin's palms, Yoongi's thighs gave a faint quiver of anticipation."

Jimin let his tongue dart out to wet his lip. "I want to make you cum in my mouth."

Yoongi's breath rushed out of his lungs in a shocked gasp and Jimin loved the look of abandon in his face. He loved that he made Yoongi look like that. "God yes." Jimin took Yoongi's dick in his hand and leaned in to drag his tongue along his length, relishing in Yoongi's satisfied moan. "I wasn't expecting you to be so thorough." Yoongi groaned.

"I never do a half-baked job." Jimin stroked Yoongi's dick, feeling him grow even harder in his grip. Yoongi bit his lip, moving his hand to the back of Jimin's hand and gently nudging him closer. "The last thing I want is for you to hold back."

"If I didn't hold back a little, you'd be cumming with me." Yoongi pointed out. Yoongi's dick throbbed in Jimin's palm and Jimin finally wrapped his lips around the tip. The salt and oil of Yoongi's skin danced on Jimin's tongue as Yoongi lightly thrusted into his mouth. Jimin reached around to squeeze Yoongi's ass, urging him to thrust harder. Yoongi quivered with restraint before rocking his hips, his moans barely muffled in the small dressing room. "God I won't last long like this."

Jimin pulled off long enough to whisper, "You don't have to." He flicked his tongue along Yoongi's shaft as Yoongi dug his fingers into his scalp. Yoongi's thrusts turned wild as he sought release, his dick starting to twitch in Jimin's mouth. Then Jimin felt hot spurts of cum hitting his tongue, Yoongi shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jimin gently lapped at Yoongi's dick to make sure he cleaned up every drop before pressing soft kisses to his pelvis as Yoongi's breathing gradually returned to normal.

Yoongi's gaze was reverent as he pulled Jimin to his feet, pressing a firm kiss to Jimin's lips. "That was incredibly sexy." Yoongi nearly growled. "And it's the only thing getting me through the rest of this interview."

"Good." Jimin smiled. "We'll get you back to professional levels of heat before you go back."

Yoongi gleamed like a marble statue, every line and plane of his body all but glowing with vitality. "Fair enough." Yoongi smirked. "But next time it's your turn to get oiled."

A shiver of anticipation ran over Jimin's skin. "I'll hold you to that." He wiped his hands on a towel and accompanied a very well-oiled yet very relaxed Yoongi back to the studio so he could finish the photoshoot.

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Once the photoshoot wrapped up and the photographer thanked Yoongi for his time, Elijah walked in. "Ah, there's Mr. Dupont!" The photographer exclaimed.

Yoongi snorted quietly. "Good luck with him. Try not to let him talk you to death."

Elijah glared at Yoongi. "You won't be smiling this time tomorrow, Min. Aren't we headed to your hometown for the next game?" Yoongi's back stiffened and his fists clenched at his sides. Jimin was startled by the sudden tension lining every plane of Yoongi's body. "Last year didn't go so well, did it? I bet Daddy was disappointed."

"Watch it, Dupont." Yoongi growled.

"Oh, that's right!" Elijah feigned a gasp. "Your dad doesn't watch, does he, Min? He never even shows up at all."

***

Jimin sat with Jungkook at the front of the Blades bus. But as they approached Portland, Jimin couldn't help glancing over his shoulder at Yoongi at the back of the base, staring out a window with a stormy expression. Biting his lip, Jimin slid out of his seat and squeezed down the aisle. Even with the threat of the camera, the team was still pretty rowdy. He flopped into the empty seat next to Yoongi with a sigh. "I didn't think coming home would put you so on edge." They were close enough that their shoulders touched but Jimin's body longed for more.

"Sorry." Yoongi mumbled, shaking his head slightly. "Coming home is complicated for me."

"I picked up on that." Jimin said softly, looking down at his hands in his lap. "We don't need to talk about it. I know you're not the most keen on sharing personal stuff."

Yoongi exhaled. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it."

Jimin looked at Yoongi in surprise. "You did?"

The way Yoongi looked at Jimin, as if he was finally ready to trust him, left a mix of yearning and hope fluttering in Jimin's chest. "It's gonna be a rough couple of days." Yoongi said. "You deserve to know why." He took a deep breath and leaned closer so he could talk over the excited yells of his teammates. "There's a reason I don't talk much about my personal life in the media. It brings nothing but grief to the people I've let down. And to me."

"You're one of the best players in the league." Jimin pointed out. "Who could you have possibly let down?"

Yoongi cleared his throat. "Let me lay it out for you. The last time I played against the Polars, I got into one of the biggest fights of my career. But it wasn't just a fight. It was personal. The Polar forward, Tyler, and I grew up together and always dreamed of playing side by side on the ice for our home team, the Portland Polars. But plans changed. We grew up, grew apart. He signed with the Polars, and I signed with the Blades…"

"You think you're a big star now?" Tyler taunted Yoongi. "Playing for the Blades?"

Yoongi sighed in exasperation. "What do you want, Tyler?"

"I want to settle the score." Tyler sneered. "Here and now."

Yoongi tried to shake Tyler off, but then he noticed his dad in the stands, dressed in Portland colors. "Nothin' but a letdown! Go back to Seattle!" Anger boiled in the pit of Yoongi's stomach, his vision going red.

"That's the fight that cost us the championship last year." Yoongi said. "Tyler and my dad…" He sighed. "They got to me."

The resignation in Yoongi's voice lit a fire in Jimin. He glanced around the bus, but no one was paying them any attention. They might as well have been alone. And because Jimin couldn't bare not to touch Yoongi in that moment, when he was laying his icy heart bare for him, Jimin reached for Yoongi. He cupped the smooth line of Yoongi's jaw, tilting Yoongi's head so he was forced to meet Jimin's fierce gaze. "Listen to me." Yoongi's warm skin beneath Jimin's fingertips anchored him, the usual spark of electricity between them somehow stronger in adversity. "Your dad should be supporting you."

Yoongi shook his head. "He's never forgiven me for signing with the Blades."

"That's ridiculous!" Jimin exclaimed. "That can't be the only reason you don't get along."

"It's not." Yoongi said. "Just one of many straws on the camel's back. But I get it. From a distance. In my old man's mind, I left him behind. I was supposed to come home, use my talent to lift up the team he raised me to be loyal to."

"So what?" Jimin scoffed. "You don't get a choice in what your life is supposed to look like?"

"You'd understand if you met him." Yoongi said.

The team cheered as the bus pulled off the freeway and into the parking lot of the hotel, the sound jarring Yoongi and Jimin out of their bubble and back to the real world. As everyone piled out of the bus and into the lobby, Jimin gently reached out and laid a hand on Yoongi's arm, holding him back. "This game is gonna test you in ways you haven't prepared for. Not since we started working together on your image."

"I know." Yoongi's words were short, clipped, but Jimin could tell it was the nervous energy rattling through him rather than any real anger.

Jimin took Yoongi's hand, warming it between both of his, hoping to soothe the hockey player. Jimin could almost feel Yoongi's pulse slow as he focused on Jimin's touch. "I'll have your back." Jimin said with conviction. "Win or lose. Whatever happens tonight, we'll adapt."

"Even if I throw away all our hard work from the last few months?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin's heart dropped straight through his stomach at the implication, but he forced himself to smile. "If we need to do damage control, I'll be here."

Yoongi shook his head a bit. "You're one of a kind, Park."

"We've got plenty of time before you need to be at the rink." Jimin pointed out." Why don't we do something to get your mind off the game?"

Yoongi swept his gaze over Jimin and from the way he lingered, Jimin could tell he had other ideas. "Plenty of ways to kill some time. Should we start in the hotel room?"

The thought of spending the day in bed with Yoongi, imagining Yoongi's skin bare against his own, filled Jimin with a dangerous desire. "Too many people around." Jimin said regretfully. "Too risky. Besides, you don't want to waste your stamina on me before the big game."

"I take offense to the idea my stamina has a limit." Yoongi said. "But if you're up for a hike, there is a place I want to show you." There was a softness in Yoongi's gaze that reached deeper than the usual heat, the usual burn of his gaze almost gentle. "Go change and meet me here in 15. Dress warm."

***

Yoongi's warmth grounded Jimin as their boots crunched into the thick cloud of snow on the ground. Yoongi was surefooted as he guided Jimin through the trees. Jimin suddenly stumbled on a hidden tree root, and he instantly reached out for Yoongi's hand to keep himself steady. "How can you tell where to step?" Jimin asked.

"I used to hike these trails all the time growing up." Yoongi said. "I won't let you fall." A gust of wind whipped through Jimin's hair, and he took a deep breath. "Not cold, are you?" Yoongi smirked.

Jimin fanned himself, the cashmere sweater and coat he'd changed into keeping the wind at bay. "Just the opposite. In fact, I might need to remove some layers." He hooked the fingers under his sweater and undershirt, teasing the fabric up so a few inches of skin were on display just above the waistband of his jeans. "Much better."

Yoongi's eyes lingered on Jimin's waist before drifting lower, hunger shining in his gaze. "If you keep going, I’m going to need to shed some layers to stop from overheating."

"We wouldn't want to contribute to global warming, would we?" Jimin gave Yoongi a suggestive wink before tugging his shirt and sweater back into place.

As a wave of heat flushed through Jimin, bringing his body heat to a low burn, Yoongi nodded toward a break in the trees. "Lake's just up ahead." He pushed aside a tree branch.

Jimin gasped as they stepped out in front of a pristine glistening frozen lake at the foot of the mountainside. "It's beautiful!" The lake was a perfect stretch of solid ice, banked on all sides with snow and trees, glimmering bright blue under the sun.

"This is where I used to practice." Yoongi informed him. "I grew up without a lot of the opportunities other kids had but my dad would always take me here. He taught me how to skate, how to hold a hockey stick. He taught me everything back then when things were good." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but Jimin could see the hurt still there deep under the surface.

Without warning, Jimin pushed Yoongi back into the snow, falling on top of him. White crystals clung to Yoongi's eyelashes as he gazed up at Jimin. "Focus on me." Jimin said softly. "Don't get lost in the past. You're in the present. With me." He sank his hands into the snow on either side of Yoongi's head and leaned down only to pause just before their lips met.

"Don't keep me in suspense, Park." Yoongi murmured, his lips just barely brushing against Jimin's due to their proximity.

With a grin, Jimin closed the rest of the distance, kissing Yoongi long and slow as he ran his tongue along Yoongi's bottom lip. Yoongi's lips parted to let Jimin in, and his hands gripped Jimin's hips. When Jimin pulled back, Yoongi looked dazed. "You back with me yet?" Jimin asked.

"Hard not to be after a kiss like that." Yoongi said honestly.

"I'm not finished." Jimin guided Yoongi's hand down his stomach.

Yoongi sucked in a breath. "Not so fast. If you want more, you gotta earn it first."

Jimin's breath caught in his chest as Yoongi's eyes flitted to his mouth. "What did you have in mind?"

"Meet me on the lake and I'll show you." Yoongi whispered. As Jimin looked out onto the frozen water, he couldn't help but imagine how hot and bothered Yoongi would look after a few laps. He pushed himself to his feet then reached down to help Yoongi up. Once Yoongi was standing once more, he led Jimin to a nearby log where they both sat and changed into their ice skates. "I can't even tell you the last time I skated here." Yoongi murmured. "Well past time to make some new memories."

"I'll make sure it's a day you never forget." Jimin promised.

Yoongi shrugged. "Jury's out. I'll let you know if you pull it off."

Jimin laughed. "Please do." He finished tying off his skates and leaped onto the ice, Yoongi right behind him. "But first you'll have to catch me!" Before Yoongi could register his words, Jimin pushed off and skated away, laughing brightly.

Yoongi let out a laugh of his own as he began chasing after Jimin. Jimin focused on speed, keeping a decent distance between himself and Yoongi as he neared the other side of the lake. "Last one to the other side has to strip in the snow!" Yoongi called out and with a sudden burst of speed managed to catch up to Jimin.

"There's no way in hell I'm taking off anything here!" Jimin exclaimed.

"We'll see about that." Yoongi said as the two of them continued skating to the other side.

The sound of metal against ice and their heated breaths filled the air. Yoongi's stride matched Jimin's as they rushed for the other end of the lake. Jimin's legs burned as the snowbank rushed up before him. "Watch out!" Yoongi grabbed the back of Jimin's coat as he braked, his strength once again saving Jimin from certain disaster.

Jimin skidded to a stop just before crashing into the snowbank, laughing and trying to catch his breath. "Thanks, Min." Jimin said. "Think I've earned the rest yet?"

"I'd say so." Yoongi nodded.

"Then it looks like you gotta strip." Jimin grinned. "I won."

Yoongi immediately shook his head, reaching out for Jimin. "Oh no, I totally won. Show me that body of yours."

The touch of Yoongi's hands on his body reignited Jimin's desire for him, lightning sparking through every nerve ending. "As much as I would love for us both to strip right here right now, it's a bit too cold."

"Sounds like a sore loser to me." Yoongi said. "We can definitely do a few things without losing too many layers." He took Jimin's hand and gently pulled him closer, kissing him slow and deep.

Despite the cold, Jimin melted into Yoongi's embrace. "I like this idea." He whispered against Yoongi's lips.

"I'm just full of good ones." Yoongi murmured.

Jimin's skates slid on the ice beneath him, but Yoongi held him steady as they shared another smoldering kiss. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the way Jimin wanted Yoongi to touch him like that all day, but Jimin could feel his jeans growing tighter as his dick stirred to life. Yoongi's lips blazed a path from Jimin's mouth to his jaw and down his neck like a spark of fire against the cold nipping at Jimin's skin. "Aren't you a little hot and bothered under all these layers?" Jimin asked as he guided Yoongi's hands over his body, one to his hip and one to his shoulder. "Because I am. I might need a little assistance getting my coat off."

Yoongi smirked. "Happy to help." He moved the hand on Jimin's shoulder down to his ass, slowly pushing his coat off his shoulders and down his arms on the way. "Less hot? Less bothered?"

"Somehow only getting warmer." Jimin said.

Yoongi slipped his hands up under Jimin's shirt and sweater, running over his stomach and up to his chest until he could tease a thumb over each of Jimin's nipples. Jimin's body responded instantly, his dick hardening. Jimin bucked his hips forward against Yoongi's, searching for friction. Yoongi grinded against Jimin in turn, a groan escaping his throat as one hand shot down to the button of Jimin's jeans. His hand hovered and Jimin could feel how much Yoongi wanted to take things further. "You think maybe fi we moved fast enough…" Yoongi trailed off.

Jimin shook his head. "Nope. Not gonna risk it. Not right before your big game."

"That's a shame." Yoongi sighed heavily. "I would. If I had my way, I'd have you naked and under me in seconds."

And Jimin believed him. Realizing how close they were to realizing that fantasy, Jimin knew Yoongi could ask him for just about anything and Jimin would say yes. So he forced himself to take a step back, Yoongi's other hand falling from underneath Jimin's shirt. "Sounds like you need a cold shower before we head back."

"There's plenty of ice water to go around." Yoongi said, gesturing at the snow all around.

Jimin grinned. "Then let's cool you off." He scooped up a handful of snow and pressed it against Yoongi's face.

Yoongi let out a gasp then a slow relieved breath. "I'll get you back for that tonight." Laughing, Jimin leaned in to kiss away the snow from Yoongi's eyelashes. Yoongi rested his forehead against Jimin's, and Jimin couldn't help but sigh. The warmth of Yoongi's skin was a barrier against the cold. Yoongi looked thoughtful as he ran his fingertips up and down the nape of Jimin's neck.

"Thank you." Jimin said quietly. "For bringing me out here. For letting me in."

"It's no big deal, Park." Yoongi's usual gruffness was soft. He couldn't quite conceal what that moment meant for him. He couldn't hide the strangely bashful smile, the hope in his eyes as they met Jimin's.

"It's a huge deal." Jimin said. "Now I’m part of the memory too. Getting to share this place that means so much to you…" Jimin shook his head. "I don't take it lightly."

For a moment, they just stood there taking it all in. The crisp snow on the pines, the blue sky reflected on the glassy surface of the lake. Beside Jimin, Yoongi's warmth was a smoldering fire, warding off the cold. The beauty of his breath clouding in the air. "It's better this way." Yoongi said. "Don't get me wrong, it's always been beautiful out here. But it's also been lonely." Jimin turned to watch Yoongi, taking his hand in his own. He could almost see Yoongi watching his old self practicing on the ice well into the sunset. Then Yoongi turned to him, and his smile was more blinding than the snow, than the bright winter sun. "And now I'm not so alone."

Thrumming with barely restrained desire, Jimin finally pulled Yoongi back to the bank. The way the light caught Yoongi's eyes and the electrical sizzle between them took Jimin's breath away. Jimin sprawled on his back on the ice, pulling Yoongi down beside him. Yoongi's face was inches from Jimin's, his breath misting the air around them. "You should coach me more often." Yoongi said.

"Any time." Jimin smiled. "You can bet your ass I'll always be there."

"I can't figure out if I want to win or lose that bet." Yoongi said.

"Just ask whenever you want to find out." Jimin said and they both laughed, the tension easing from Yoongi's shoulders. "Ready to head back?"

Yoongi scrunched his nose. "Or we could grab some grub. Playing on an empty stomach is bad luck."