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Everyone’s addicted to something. For Yoongi, it wasn’t any different.

By day, it was coffee. He was addicted to the way it left a sour taste in his mouth. He was addicted to the disgusted looks he got by the kids when he would show up to the studio with a cup in hand. He was addicted to the buzz. He was addicted to the sharpening of his senses. He was wholly and fully addicted to the feeling of being awake and aware.

The dark liquid kept a soft thrum running through his veins. As soon as the bitter taste hit his tongue and crawled its way to the back of his throat, he knew it would be okay. It woke him up, gave him energy that his body wouldn’t naturally produce. It helped keep him functioning like a natural human being, and that’s really what he needed.

Coffee was really all he could think about when he didn’t have a cup in hand. The minimal amounts of sleep he got were made up by the extreme amounts of caffeine he endured. It all equalled out. Eventually, he realized, he’d have to stop relying on black coffee alone and maybe eat a little more, and start treating his body like it deserved, but he was young. He had time.

If by day Yoongi was addicted to coffee, by night it was Jimin. He was addicted to the way he melted when he placed his hand on his cheek. He was addicted to the way their lips molded into one. He was addicted to the way his hand glided across his hips. He was addicted to the way Jimin sighed into his mouth. He was addicted wholly and fully to skin against skin and hearts beating in time, though frantic, still beautifully.

Teeth biting into skin kept his pupils blown. The salty taste of skin on the tip of his tongue somehow made everything better. It kept him awake and sent blood rushing with adrenaline, curling the tips of his toes, and bending his fingers into the sheets. It kept him feeling alive and that’s what he really needed.

Jimin was all he could think about when both of his palms weren’t splayed over his own chest and his lips on the other’s. The lack of sleep he got was worth it. After all, he had coffee. Eventually, he told himself, he’d get back to sleeping regularly, but he deserved this, he was young. He had time.