#this tough is the actual yoonmin

[jeonscatalyst]

who do you think are jk and jm's comfort people in the group besides each other and why?

Hi anon,

This question is kinda tough but I’ll try my best to answer.

I think for Jimin, it’s Hobi and Yoongi but they do very different things for him. Hobi is Jimin’s Jimin. You know that person who dotes on him, encourages him, is soft with him and pretty much always there for him no matter where or what. I think them being roommates the longest out of all the other members helped out in them being so close.

As for Yoongi, I think he is the person Jimin goes to when he needs someone to talk to about the difficult parts of life. I think Yoongi is that objective voice of reason for Jimin who tells him what he needs to hear not what he wants to hear. Yoongi to Jimin is someone who encourages and pushes him to go beyond his limits so he is definitely someone I believe that Jimin knows that he needs. Yoongi also believes in Jimin very much and never fails to let him know that he believes in him.

Clearly, Yoongi and Hobi fulfil very different needs for Jimin and he relates to them in very different ways but I think they both are his comfort persons…..just in very different ways.

For Jungkook, it is harder to pick because he naturally isn’t someone who goes to others for comfort a lot by his own admission and based on what I’ve seen. The only person that Jungkook has ever admitted going to for comfort is Jimin and that is the only person we actually see him gravitating to when he needs comfort so I don’t know if he really has any other comfort person in the group but I know that he has others in the group whom he really enjoys spending time with.

He likes hanging out with Tae and doing fun things with him which obviously puts him in a good mood so in one way we can call that some kind of comfort but I just don’t ever see him trying to seek him out when he is in a funk like we have seen him seek Jimin out. I know that they talk too and share a lot of stuff with each other but I just don’t think they have those deep heart to hearts like maybe yoonmin do and not because they don’t want to but because both of them just don’t seem like the type to really know how to handle those kinds of discussions reason why it has always been clear that both of them sought Jimin out for comfort more than they sought each other out.

I think Jungkook naturally has a hard time opening up to people about his feelings and usually deals with them on his own which is why I think it is a huge deal that the only one he has ever admitted to actually seeking comfort from or needing comfort from is Jimin and this is probably thanks to Jimin’s personality. He has a personality where he allows you to be vulnerable with him. He makes you feel heard and validated and seems like no one feels judged when they confide in him. I don’t think there is a single BTS member who hasn’t at some point found the biggest comfort in Jimin.

This is what I think anon but anyone is more than welcome to contribute.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Teaser]

Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though

Length: ~850 words

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"But she hates me!" Jungkook complaints, as he stands in the cabin Yoongi is currently unloading the groceries in. "There's no way she'll sleep in the same room as me." He huffs, and Yoongi sighs.

"Well, she has to learn. I already talked to Jimin about it-" He says, putting everything into a box that doesn't have to be stored in the fridge. "-and he agrees that he's spoiled her quite a bit until now. She needs to learn to be a bit more independent." He explains calmly, though he's internally very well aware of your distaste for his dog hybrid. He knows exactly why- but he also respects Jimin's decision to not tell Jungkook anything about your past trauma, claiming that that's something you need to tell, no one else.

And Yoongi agrees with that- but he also feels for Jungkook, who's been really trying to make you warm up to him. He already struggles to find friends due to his intimidating hybrid side and sometimes rather chaotic personality. Seeing you so defensive against him does clearly hurt, no matter ho much Jungkook tries to play it off.

But for once, Yoongi also wants to be a little selfish. He wants to spend time with Jimin, alone time away from you both, just to properly figure out where he truly wants this to go from here on out. It's why he's organized this trip in the first place. To find out if this could truly work out.

And he fears, deep down, that it won't. Because if you and Jungkook don't get along, there's no way Yoongi can ever be happy with Jimin.

A few hours away from the Cabin Yoongi and Jungkook are already setting up, you're pouting next to Jimin in the car, slumped down and with your arms crossed. "Making that face won't make me turn around, princess." Jimin says, voice light- but inside, he's torn. This is going to be tough for you, considering that you're gonna have to stay with Jungkook during the night- and the poor dog hybrid has no idea that you don't actually hate him. You don't hate at all, in fact.

Your defense mechanism when confronted with something you fear however, is to lash out. And that is most of the time taken out of context, making you appear rude and arrogant, when in reality you're just trying not to seem weak or vulnerable.

Because in the past, that would immediately make you the perfect target. Pushed aside and scolded for everything that wasn't ever your fault in your first home, used as a punching bag for other hybrids in the shelter later on, you had to somehow make up a tough façade so you wouldn't end up in those positions ever again. You learned to keep yourself safe by being the one who bites first- and it took Jimin years to truly gain your full trust.

He fears that that's all you can do though. That he's going to forever stay the only person of comfort for you.

And that's an issue. While he himself had been a bit defensive about his treatment of you with Yoongi, he knows that the older man is right. Jimin has been wrapping you in layers of bubble wrap, has spoiled you and nursed your bad habits into what they are today simply because he always saw the scared, shaking hybrid back at the shelter.

But that's not you anymore. You technically have no reason to be scared of anything anymore- but Jimin understands now, after talking numerous times about it with Yoongi, that he's partially at fault for your lack of social skills.

Jungkook had come from a good household- had been raised well, so Yoongi had never really experienced anything like Jimin did with you, but nonetheless, his advice still counts, and is still valid.

You need to learn at some point. You have to realize that there's nothing to fear anymore- and that Jungkook isn't an enemy ready to eat you alive in your sleep.

"Come on, stop pouting now, hm?" He tries, running a hand over your head once at a red light. You just look out the window. "Is Jungkookie that scary?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"He's dumb." You deny, putting your legs up and onto the seat.

"Hey.!" He scolds gently. "Jungkook isn't dumb. He's trying hard, okay? You could be at least civil with him, sugar." He tells you, and you sigh at that, leaning against the door.

"I don't want to." You say defensively, tail angrily flopping around. "You just say that because you wanna be with Yoongi." You huff.

"Partially, I admit that." Jimin nods. "But I also agree with him that you need to be nicer. Jungkookie is really trying to be friends with you, you know?" He sighs.

"I don't care.." You mumble to yourself, angrily looking out the window. You know that Jungkook isn't a threat- but he's still scary to you. He's tall, and a lot of muscle, and he's loud, and energetic, and just.. scary. Intimidating. Potentially dangerous. And that potential alone is enough to make you feel threatened.

Jungkook and Yoongi are currently ruining your perfect life you had with Jimin. So you've got enough reason to be absolutely pissed.

[dearweirdme]

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I’ve never seen anything more than friendship in yoonmin either and if at all there was any kind of romantic feelings then it may have probably been from Yoongi and definitely not Jimin. I think many people just naturally associate any kind of softness to romance forgetting that sometimes it comes down to dynamic. Some friends just have softness and fluff in their dynamic which has absolutely nothing to do with romantic feelings towards each other.

This might be a weird thing to say seeing as this is a taekook blog and all but I honestly always felt like Jimin had some feelings for Jungkook and probably still does. I cannot really explain it but there is some attraction that I sense from Jimin towards Jungkook and at first I thought maybe it was just him dotting on Jungkook and wanting to treat him like his little brother but it’s not that. I’ve watched alot of concert videos and fancams and it feels like Jimin gravitates towards Jungkook a whole lot. I also don’t know how to explain his behaviour towards Jungkook when they were rookies because he was all over the place and sometimes when I watch those videos I kinda feel sorry for him because it seems like he just found out about his feelings for Jungkook and didn’t know how to deal with them. Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t have time for Jungkook much and other times it feels like he just wants to be glued to Jungkook. Did you ever feel that way at all?

Hi anon!

Strangely... you are not the first to have said this to me 😂. I honestly have never seen that kind of interest from Jm in Jk. I truly feel that Jm is a very flirty and extroverted person in general and that his behavior gets mistaken for actual romantic interest a lot. When we look beyond our most visible ships, we can easily find Jm act in similar ways with Tae, Hobi, an instance of him with Namjoon even. I think one of the reasons why Jm flirts with Jk more easily is because he gets a response he know how to deal with, while Tae and Hobi can easily match his flirt and take the upper hand. There's something to say for predictable behavior and I think Jm just knows how to predict Jk's response better than he does Tae and Hobi's.

I always felt like Jm was the real hyung of vminkook. I have also at times felt that, though he loves to hang out with Tae and Jk, he has a tendency to be drawn to hyungline as well. I think Jm has a seriousness at times that Tae and Jk have less. Like, more of an urge to do things the way they are supposed to (not critisicm, I could actually do with a bit of that 😂). Tae and Jk are a bit more of a loose canon at times (also not critisicm.. I love loose canons).

I think Jk could be a bit harsh to Jm at times. He was young, he was a bit selfinvolved maybe (as teenagers are) and I think he didn't like to be babied much. I also think Jk probably became aware of how hard Jm was working (extremely hard). I think that softened Jk up a lot and there grew a respect and understanding. Many of the moments Jkkrs use as proof of Jk having hearteyes for Jm imo are actually Jk being happy to see Jm happy.. because he knows how hard Jm works and how tough certain things are for him.

Jm and Jk have great chemistry. They get each other, they enjoy the same banter and rowdyness. I think they just have fun together a lot.

[not-goldy]

Hey Goldy

Love your blog ♥️

About the recent Wlives from JK and how he is been so open and so honest with Army. He wants to talk to us. He wants to tell us things related to him and his life and whenever he does that this fandom becomes so weired. Why is everyone acting like they know JK better then JK himself? He literally said he is avoiding sensitive questions but he still choose to say "JeonJimin" Out loud. Korean or not everyone in this world knows if two names are put together its because people like them together and they ship them. Its not like JK is from some diff world. The whole bird app is full of people saying how bad it was for a fan to write JeonJimin in comments. And now the people of this fandom have become some saints overnight and are teaching people how to write comments and what to say and what not to say.

Where are these teachers and these saints when Tuktukkers make noise? - Oh they are nowhere to be found.

Everyone need to understand that it was JK who choose to say it out loud while he was avoiding sensitive questions or things to say. But he still choose to answer questions about Jimin and say his ship name outloud.

I am sorry Goldy i am all over the place but i wanted to rant so i came to u. I have so mych more to say but then it will look like an essay lol anywas i am waiting for your post about Wlives happened recently and what u think about where this all is going and why was JK so desperate that he begged Jimin for a Live together for literally almost 2 mins straight. He almost risked it all. That boy needs his Jiminshii..

Love you Goldy and Love your blog♥️ You are one of the reasons for me to stay in this fandom. Thank God there is someone who actually understands boys and is not afraid to express her thoughts. Reading ur blog makes me calm and gives my tired brain some good Jikook therapy. Thank You

They just tried to ride on the wave of chaos and vitriol to express thier bigotry, anti Jimin and anti jikook sentiments but none of that works on me I'm afraid. been in this for so long I see right through their bull and it don't phase me. Not at all. Lmho.

And I'm glad he said he ignores comments he finds sensitive because we've seen them do that time and again on their lives through their pained expressions when they come across comments that are so vile and so grotesque.

How many times have we seen the Fandom akekeke over him reading YOONMIN on live or Tae Kook and explaining to Tae that's their ship name as if he was hearing it for the first time?

Look at his face reading that. Sounds like he's in on the joke to me🤷🏾

It's okay if he calls other ship name but it's a problem when he calls his own ship name- what a bunch of losers these ppl are.

Then they want us to believe this man had no idea what the fuck he was reading on that screen as if his intelligence evaporates when ITS TIME FOR HIM TO READ Comments about his own ship. LIKE GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE

The most annoying part of it all is, sometimes these boys read ship names from comments deliberately for whatever reason. Sope do this, Jikook do this.

Some times they are happy to see fans show love to other members by asking of them in the comments especially when we all know those members are going through tough times. It's a two edged sword situation. Some times fans over do it sometimes it really show live and support and other times it's a cute way of bonding with them and having our own inside jokes and secrets etc- we just have to learn to READ THE ROOM AND NOT OVER DO IT YA KNOW.

I recall Jimin reading comments about Jungkook (this might have been at a time when Jungkook was being heavily censored as I theorized years ago) Jimin saying fans kept asking of Kook during his live pushed Hybe to produce Jungkook the next day on live which if I remember correctly was even on YouTube not weverse😆

The power play is real- not that they need it now because SOLO. But still. The fans, the platform form, the attention all of that gives them leverage and if you are going to tell him what do with his own platform then he might as well delete it like he deleted Instagram.

PEOPLE NEED TO STOP TELLING THESE MEN WHAT TO DO WITH THEIR LIVES AND HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIVES.

Respecting them is respecting their complexities as human beings as well and not always viewing them in two dimensional black and white way. They can enjoy the ships and the delulu and the inside jokes and mentioning other members during their lives and still be frustrated with it sometimes, overwhelmed, disrespected or annoyed with it because THEY ARE COMPLEX BEINGS.

Some times they are in a bad mood and are easily triggered, other times they just couldn't care less.

COMPLEX BEINGS.

Pretty you're alright. I'll read your essays anytime. And love you same

Now lemme push my Jimin agenda, you won't happen to be a Jm Stan would you cos I want you to listen to his letters live version at 0.41 and 0.55 whatever he's doing there has me in a trance😭😭😭😭😭😭

When I die sing it on my boat ride to purgatory 🤧

[mrs-monaghan]

Jk did not hug him back in their pictures and also i think it speaks volumes that jm didnt post his and jks solo ones. Why he did that and posted tkks instead is so so obvious, why would he hide something thats not true anyway?

The suchwita episode became so awkward when V came and im not gonna lie jk was a little dismissive towards him and paid more attention to suga

What are these deluded people seeing we aren’t? I was like before I form an opinion, go on twitter or tumblr lemme watch the raw footage myself and that was a tough watch ngl. V tried involving himself a couple of times but jk wasnt acknowledging him or quickly changed the convo.

Even when he first came in he wasn’t very excited and he made a comment which I thought was interesting, about getting the views to 20 million now. Which if you think of it kinda shows his acknowledgment to the fact that tkk sells to the deluded.

It was a tough but interesting watch. Jungkooks bits about his album were amazing and hes so talented it’s admirable. That and the news of jikooks travel variety show…🤧🤧🤧

Anymore ideas of where they couldve gone because i have a feeling jeju will be in it too with a possibility of a cameo from V

As always lovely speaking with you shaz💜

I actually didn't see what most people want to see are are saying they saw. I didn't see what u saw, anon. I didn't think it was awkward at all. Taekook were fine. If anything its the Taegis who should be crying because that thing where Suga snubs V is still a thing apparently 😂 I find it funny.

Anyway, V said he didn't plan to be on camera. Now this is V we're talking about, so idk how true this is 🤭 but I wouldn't read too much into how JK treated him. Because this is a huge part of Taekook's dynamic. V annoys JK, JK snaps or pushes him off and they move on. Kinda like Yoonmin and their bickering but its JK telling V off or ignoring him all together. V likes to disturb the maknae, he's always done it. Even when JK has been annoyed by it. V don't care, he's played that hyung card since time immemorial.

But V got lost in the bg and I even forgot he was there so I think people made his presence a bigger deal than it was. In my opinion anyway. Did he need to be there? I'm gonna say no. His presence there seemed a bit pointless compared to Jimin making an appearance during Taemin's. Which ig could mean V really didn't plan on being on camera? But I have my doubts coz well, it's V 🤭

Anyway, imo that episode was fine. I personally didn't have an issue with anything. 🤷🏽‍♀️

As for the Jikook Vlog I didn't think about another member being in it but that would be interesting... though I thought it would all be about their NYC trip and that was just them? 🤔 But you bring up and interesting theory anon. What if this vlog is several episodes? Then who knows how long they've been filming for it

Either way I'm even more excited for it now...

[dorefasolsido]

7. BTS-related 2

In celebration of Festa 2023!

***credits to the original creator***

We start with the basics: Your bias(es)? Your bias wrecker?

Bias: Jimin

Bias wrecker: Don’t really have one anymore, but it used to be Jungkook

The music that made you discover BTS?

Fake Love got me into them, but my road to actually listening to Fake Love is connected to Eurovision, so I guess thank you, Eurovision?

Favorite album?

Map of the Soul: 7 or Wings.

Top 5 favorite songs?

Nooo, don’t ask. It’s impossible to rank them. My favourite two are Blood Sweat & Tears and Fake Love, but everything after that is way too difficult.

Favorite solo song from BTS albums?

Namjoon: Reflection.

Jin: Moon

Yoongi: First Love

Hobi: Boy Meets Evil

Jimin: Lie

Taehyung: Singularity

Jungkook: Euphoria

Favorite solo song out of BTS albums?

Namjoon: Closer, Change Pt.2 and Lonely

Jin: The Astronaut

Yoongi: Amygdala

Hobi: Blue Side

Jimin: Like Crazy

Taehyung: Christmas Tree

Jungkook: Still With You

Favorite mixtape?

Maybe D-2? I generally really love Yoongi’s rap style.

Favorite friendship?

How could I ever choose? I’m a big fan of Vmin because they are ‘95s and I’m also a ‘95, so it’s somehow relatable. But I also love Jinkook and Namjin and Yoonmin and Jihope and just everyone. I can only dream of having what they have.

Favorite BTS meme?

Not sure, but I love how Run BTS editors roast the boys all the time.

Favorite MV?

Blood Sweat & Tears reigns supreme.

Which member personality is like yours?

I feel like I’m somewhere between Jungkook and Suga. Like, generally pretty quiet, slightly spaced out, would gladly just sit around and do nothing, and people usually think I’m cold at first. But when I’m into something, then I’m into it.

Which member’s style you like the most?

Even though Hobi is the ultimate fashion icon, I lean towards Jungkook’s style a lot. Black on black on black.

Who's the funniest member?

Probably Jin, he’s hilarious and knows how to always lighten up the mood. Jungkook as well, he is sometimes just existing in a really funny way.

Who's the most comforting for you?

Jimin. Namjoon and Yoongi rank highly too, but everything about Jimin is so warm and fuzzy.

Who could be the scariest when he's pissed off?

People often say Hobi, but for me honestly Namjoon. Like, the few times I’ve seen him pissed off I was like damn, wouldn’t want him to look at me like that. Not to mention, I would feel really bad if I did something to annoy him.

Smile you like the most?

Yoongles.

Laugh you like the most?

Lmao everyone’s? But I’ll pick Hobi and Jimin because they laugh with their whole bodies. Like, Jimin literally disappears from the screen when he laughs.

Voice you like the most?

Singing voice? Probably Jimin’s.

Eyes you love the most?

Jungkook’s big bambi eyes.

Which song can make you cry? (solo/group)

Mikrokosmos.

Which song make you happy? (solo/group)

Permission to Dance, Anpanman

Which song to kick asses?

Mic Drop, Run BTS

Which song to party?

I went to a K-pop party where they played their songs, and I think I had the best time during Idol. But mostly because I know part of the choreo lol

Which song make you feel invincible?

Idol and Set Me Free Pt.2

Sexiest song?

Blood Sweat & Tears

Best live performance at an award ceremony?

Oof, tough. I’m super biased towards 2018 MAMA with Fake Love/Airplane Pt.2/Idol because that’s what got me into BTS, but what can possibly top 2019 MAMA with that long, dramatic Dionysus? That whole thing is a masterpiece.

Best choreography?

Fake Love, Mic Drop, Run BTS, I don’t know man

The moment you laughed the most with them?

So many Run BTS episodes. But one of my faves is when Tae betrays Jimin in the episode where they had to stick little stickers on each other’s backs.

The moment you cried the most with them?

Well, I didn’t exactly cry, but my heart sank during Festa dinner 2022. It was my first Festa too and I was looking forward to it, and then everyone just seemed so sad. I hope to god Festa 2023 has a happier tone.

Your favourite BTS memory?

Aaah that whole week before Busan’s Yet to Come concert. So much was happening, everyone was excited, I cursed my luck for not being able to go, but I was preparing to watch the livestream of the concert. That was before the military announcement too, and it was great fun

[theharrowing]

MG, HELLOOO!!! 😍💜

THIS MIGHT BE ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE FICS I HAVE WRITTEN??? daaaammmmnnnnnnn. i knew she was good but wow!!! hahahahahaha. (no need to pick favorites tho hehe. you can have sun seeker and this sordid place and demin yoongi and strawberry jimin!!! you can have it all!!! muahahahahah!!!!!)

i really do love the little glimpses i have given into this friend group, and i think it would be fun to see them as fully fleshed out characters. especially Taehyung. i think of the five, he was my favorite part of that opening scene.

and i am very glad you love these characters. yoonmin is another pairing that feels incredibly easy to write because they're just such dynamic, amazing people and it is easy to become inspired.

"on my first read through" haha HOW MANY HAVE THERE BEEN??? hehehehehe.

"here is a sampling" *posts an absolute wall of text* hahaha. i love it here!!!

i'm glad you liked the description of the dance!!! it's hard to write that haha like i always worry about whether it will be tough to imagine what they are doing.

the amount of shooting their shot is incredible wow I love when people KNOW what they WANT

RIGHT UGH too bad people aren't always this way, irl. they say, "write what you want to see in the world" and what i want is for people to be DIRECT lolol.

*smut begins* "annnndddd that's it for my notes." valid and reasonable and fair lolol.

i'm so, so glad you loved them!!! as soon as we started to talk about yoonmin, i got very excited to write them. this was so fun. and although you witnessed me being like "my god the smut is so long and i am losing my mind why am i like this why why why" i truly did have a blast writing this! did you really not guess that it would be burlesque jimin??? hehe. for once, i actually kept a secret!!!

hopefully i get around to doing more yoonmin in the near future. for now, i am so thrilled that you enjoyed this one!!!! 💜😍💐🥺💝🌷

Denim & Strawberry

When Yoongi gets invited to watch his crush perform, he has no idea what to expect. Jimin stripping on stage and singing a sultry little number while tugging on his hair is definitely not what Yoongi had in mind, but who is he to complain?

"You could have just asked me out," Yoongi teases, raising his drink to his lips before adding, "no need to put on a whole show." Jimin's mouth falls open again, and he steps close, leaning to speak into Yoongi's ear. "Ah, but you liked the show, didn't you hyung?"

🍓 Yoongi x Jimin

🍓 word count: 19.6k 🙈

🍓 friends to lovers, burlesque au, porn without plot, tooth-rotting fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🍓 warnings: top yoongi, bottom jimin. jimin has pink hair and yoongi has a half-up top-knot. this is more or less porn with very little plot. jimin performing burlesque and singing while being a flirt. light hair pulling. the burgundy suit from jimin's filter performance, and his kitty gang jacket, and cute lingerie. a hint of jealous/possessive behavior. bickering as a form of flirting. the tiniest hint of sub/dom vibes. safe word establishment. teasing & light humiliation. a little begging. use of good boy and slutty. jimin is shy at times but also a brat and yoongi fights the urge to tame him. a lot of drool, spit, lube, and cum. dirty talk. so much god damn praising. anal (plug, play, eating, fingering, sex.) messy blow job. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. yoongi loves to discuss boundaries & check in. lots of heaven/angel comparisons but only because yoongi is a sucker for how ethereal jimin is (it's not that deep.) too many positions (what was i thinking???) subspace. mating press. cock-warming. after care. tooth-rotting fluff.

🍓 note: a yoonmin fic + jimin doing burlesque was some brainrot shared between @echotoyou and i that i decided to write when their birthday was approaching. but then the big day came and went, and i lost control of this beast for a very long time. she is finally ready hehe. i hope you all (but especially mg!) enjoy!!! finally my years of being a photographer for a burlesque troupe and dating a performer have come in handy for my writing lolol.

🍓 listen along: 🎵 streets by doja cat & yeah, i said it by rhianna (thank you to @sailoryooons for these song choices!!!)

🍓 beta read by @neoneunnajimin!

🍓 posted august 2023 | read on ao3

Yoongi pats his pockets down one last time, fingertips tentatively grazing lumps beneath denim. Phone…wallet…keys. That's everything. He presses the lock button on his open car door, then closes it. In his pocket, his phone buzzes. 

Namjoon Hyung, are you close?

Yoongi Just parked.

Namjoon  Okay, good. Just making sure you don’t miss anything. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes but smiles. He has no idea what to expect – nobody has told him much – but Jimin did say, over and over again, that it was fine if he could not make it. That he would be thrilled if Yoongi could come but understood if he could not. That there would be other shows. 

But of course, Yoongi did everything in his power to make it. This is Jimin, after all.  

He slides his hands into the pockets of his black denim jacket and moseys from the small parking lot to the sidewalk and around the corner. There is a small congregation of people smoking and loitering outside, under a bright red neon sign that reads Paradise. Yoongi has never been to this bar before – tends to avoid spots on this side of town because it is more popular with college kids, and therefore, the drinks are overpriced. 

Everyone outside is done up in some flashy way, wearing sequins and fishnets, glittering eye makeup, and patent leather. Yoongi feels underdressed, wearing a black band tee tucked into black skinny jeans, with a black jacket and black work boots, and he awkwardly runs a hand through his dark, wavy, unstyled, and overgrown hair. 

"Yoongi!" a familiar voice shouts, and he looks up in time to find his friend Jeongguk waving him over, past the closest group of smokers. 

Even his friends are all dressed up, with sparkly eye glitter and tight, colorful clothing. Hoseok and Jeongguk are in mesh, Taehyung has a burgundy feather boa, and Seokjin and Namjoon are both wearing leather pants. Since when did the two of them own leather pants?

"Ya, you're dressed like a scrub!" Seokjin shouts, making Yoongi's cheeks warm in an instant.

"Nobody told you a single thing about the event tonight, did they?" Namjoon asks sympathetically.

Yoongi shrugs, mutters, "No," and digs his hands further into his pockets. 

Taehyung approaches, using his pinkies to brush the hair away from Yoongi's face, cradling a pot of light blue glitter between his fingers. "He probably wanted it to be a surprise," he mutters lowly, unscrewing the pot. "Don't let them make you feel self-conscious."

"I don't," Yoongi responds softly, feeling incredibly self-conscious. He stands still while Taehyung dabs his fingertip into the glitter and allows him to smudge it around his eyes. In the early days of their friendship, Yoongi probably would have fussed, but these days, he lets the youngest two – Taehyung and Jeongguk – do whatever they want.

Jeongguk approaches, unscrewing a stick of pink, shiny lip gloss, and Yoongi huffs out a sigh but stands as still as he can while Jeongguk applies it. "Should put your hair into a bun or something," he mutters before he and Taehyung trade places so Taehyung can smudge blue glitter onto his other eye. 

"Your hair is really pretty, hyung," Taehyung adds, screwing the top of the glitter pot back on and sliding it into his very tight white slacks. "You should let me style it."

"Don't we have to go inside?" Yoongi asks.

"We'll head in when the emcee comes on," Hoseok responds, approaching with a mischievous smile. Without asking, he grabs Yoongi's right arm and pulls at the black hair tie that he always keeps on his wrist, then begins separating the top half of Yoongi's hair and making a bun on the top. "Jimin goes on third or fourth."

"What is he doing tonight, again?" Yoongi asks, throwing in the again to make it seem like he may have been privy to information in the past, in case it makes one of them divulge even a crumb of information. 

"A little singing," Hoseok mutters, grinning. "You know how it is."

"I literally do not know how it is," Yoongi responds, finally becoming impatient with his friends touching and fixing him. 

"You'll see, hyung," Hoseok says as he takes a step back, inspects his handy work, and nods.

Taehyung returns with a knit brow and reaches up to fix Yoongi's glittery makeup, which he allows for a moment before swatting him away, grumbling, "Okay, enough."

"Alright, grumpy cat," Namjoon teases, then passes him a freshly lit joint. "Here."

Yoongi reaches for the joint and takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs before tilting his head upward and releasing it. Then he holds out his hand for the next person to take it, and rolls his shoulders back. 

"What kind of song is Jimin singing?" Yoongi half-mutters, expecting next to nothing in response. 

Taehyung simply says, "You'll see, hyung,"  with a wink. 

“Is it an original song?” Yoongi tries. He can’t remember Jimin ever talking about songwriting, but he wouldn’t put it past him; Jimin is full of surprises. 

The sound of someone shouting into a microphone can be heard, and Yoongi stands at attention, ready to go inside. He can hear people cheering and loud pop music playing. 

“Shall we?” Taehyung asks as he takes one last drag at the diminishing joint and hands it to Yoongi. 

Yoongi nods and takes another hit, cradling the tiny roached joint between his thumb and forefinger, then holds it out for the others, all of whom hold their hands up and shake their heads. With one last puff, Yoongi flicks it into the street, then shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets. 

“Is Jimin part of the opening act?” Yoongi asks, and Seokjin snickers. 

“He’s one of the main acts,” Namjoon supplies unhelpfully. 

So he must be headlining, Yoongi assumes. 

“Hyung is so unobservant when he’s nervous,” Jeongguk teases, and Taehyung chuckles along with him. 

“I’m not nervous,” Yoongi grumbles.

He glances around and sees flyers for various events taped to the windows for drag and burlesque shows, and a few for various bands, none of which shows any images of Jimin, or any other performers he has ever seen before. In his pockets, his hands prickle with sweat, and he imagines what kind of instrument Jimin might play. Or maybe he only sings. 

Jimin is a somewhat new addition to their friend group, brought in by Taehyung and Hoseok; they all work together. To say Yoongi is smitten would be the understatement of the century. And although Yoongi thinks Jimin may also be interested in him, they have not spoken too much about anything outside of college and work, only seeing one another as part of the larger friend group.

As a major in theater arts with a minor in dance, Jimin works at a local studio teaching children tap and ballet as an assistant to Hoseok. Occasionally, Taehyung substitutes for the older lady who plays piano for the classes. It was natural for them to come together, all close in age, with Hoseok only a year older than the other two.

When Jimin invited Yoongi to come watch him perform, they were all tipsy from one too many bottles of soju. Jeongguk was the last in their friend group to graduate college, and they were all celebrating with drinks and fried chicken. 

Even then, when Yoongi asked what kind of show it was, everyone was giggly and secretive. From that moment, he got the feeling that Jimin was definitely flirting with him, with the way his gaze lingered, lips curled into a smile long after Yoongi made him laugh. The more Jimin insisted Yoongi needed to just go and experience the event first-hand, nibbling on his pillowy lip with a somewhat shy, rosy-cheeked grin, Yoongi felt eager to do anything he wanted him to. 

“Of course, I’ll be there,” Yoongi promised, and he meant it. 

The cheers inside grow louder, and Taehyung takes up the lead, stepping into the bar. Namjoon slings an arm over Yoongi’s shoulder and gently shoves him along with the group. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, but Taehyung mutters something to the door guy, who looks at a list of names and then waves the six of them inside. 

Taehyung leads them down a short hallway, into the bar. A long counter lines the left wall, with patrons leaning against it both to order drinks, and to chat with one another. Past the bar top, at the end of the venue, is a stage, and on stage is a woman lip-synching to some upbeat pop song while waving big white feather fans in front of her, enticing the audience to want to see what the fans are covering. 

Yoongi has seen clips of performances like this but has never attended this type of show before, and his gaze lingers on the woman, who winks and blows kisses to cheering audience members before Namjoon leads him over to get a drink. 

The music is loud and a little tackier than Yoongi’s usual taste, but the bass line thrums through the speakers straight into his bloodstream, building his nervousness to see Jimin, egged on by feeling somewhat high. He wonders what kind of performance Jimin might put on at an event like this, and he cannot imagine what it could be. 

“Hyung?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head toward the waiting tender. “First one is on me.”

What he would like is a nice scotch neat, but since Taehyung is paying, he finds a mid-tier whiskey and gets it with a spritz of soda water. The others order, and by the time they step away from the bar, the woman’s song is at its climax, and she is topless, wearing lacy red underwear and bouncing in a way that spins the red tassel pasties on her breasts in a circle. The action makes him chuckle, and when she bows and leaves the stage, he claps his fingers against the back of the hand holding his drink. 

“Burlesque, huh?” Yoongi asks, turning to Namjoon while a man in drag takes the stage. 

Namjoon waggles his eyebrows while taking a sip from the bright blue concoction in his hands. 

“Is Jimin also doing burlesque?” Yoongi asks, earning him a shrug. 

Yoongi decides to just stop asking. Clearly, his friends are determined to be completely useless. 

Although there is a decent crowd in the bar, most people are mingling about, watching the stage from a distance, or whispering amongst themselves. The emcee introduces another act and leaves the stage, replaced by a person with a very nicely manicured mustache and beard wearing a big orange wig and vintage blue dress. They prance around the stage, lip-synching to a silly pop song that Yoongi has never heard before, winning cheers and applause from the crowd.

Yoongi wonders if Jimin will also come out in drag, and what kind of a gimmick he might have. Would he wear a dress? High heels? A wig? Yoongi imagines Jimin with the bright, exaggerated makeup on and smiles to himself; he bets Jimin would look really pretty. 

Taehyung leads the group toward the stage, taking his place just left of the center. The others file in behind him, with Yoongi keeping some distance from the very front. The performer comes by, lip-synching to Taehyung, who pulls some money from his pocket and holds it up while the performer bends and offers their cleavage for him to slide the notes into. 

"I don't have any cash," Yoongi grumbles toward Taehyung when the song ends and the performer exits. "Will I need any for Jimin?"

"I got you," Taehyung responds, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes, shoving them into Yoongi's empty hand before he has a chance to protest. 

Yoongi attempts to straighten out the notes while holding onto his drink. Meanwhile, the emcee returns to the stage. 

"Our next performer is a fan favorite," the emcee says with an exaggerated waggle of their eyebrows. Around them, the crowd becomes dense, with someone bumping shoulders and elbows into Yoongi as they get close to the stage. The emcee continues, "A man who needs no introduction because, let's be honest, you're all here to see him…Jimin."

The stage lights go out, and there is some movement – a person carrying items, as well as the light clacking of heels on the wooden stage. Yoongi's heart goes wild in his chest, and he lifts his drink to his lips, watching ahead for more movement in the dark, eager to not miss a thing when the lights come back on.

A red glow illuminates the back edge of the stage, showing the silhouette of Jimin sitting on what looks like a standard black folding chair. He is sideways on the chair with one leg crossed over the other, his arm draped over the back of the chair, and his head tilted back. He appears to be wearing a jacket and slacks, but it is hard to tell. 

Also on the stage is a tall, wooden coat rack, and hanging from it appears to be a short mesh robe with fur trim along the sleeves and bottom hem. 

Beside Yoongi, a man loudly whispers, "I fucking love Jimin; just wait," to someone else, and Yoongi shifts a little on his feet with anticipation and something like envy stirring in his guts. 

A yellow spotlight comes on, shining on Jimin. He wears a fitted burgundy suit and black leather boots with a heel and pointed toe. His light pink hair is styled off his forehead, and he appears to be wearing makeup around his eyes, but it is hard to clearly see. In his hand, which is draped over his knee, is a burgundy wide-brimmed hat. 

A familiar oldie comes on, a pop track from the 1950s, and Jimin slowly uncrosses his legs and places both feet on the floor. Female voices sing sweetly before Paul Anka's voice croons, "Put your head on my shoulder."

Only, before the sentence is finished, the song abruptly changes to a sexy R&B track with a trap beat. In that moment, the yellow spotlights turn red, the hat is dropped to the floor, and Jimin's hands are on the chair, supporting his weight as his body bows upward. Briefly, Yoongi thinks he recognizes the song from a bunch of tiktoks Hoseok has made him watch. 

The crowd cheers as Jimin rolls his body, then sits and rotates, facing the audience and spreading his legs. A woman's voice comes through, singing, "Like you…like you…like you…I find it hard to find someone like you," while Jimin rolls his shoulders and hips to the song, leaning forward and then back, holding onto this chair as he lifts his hips and lolls his head.

Yoongi is stunned, gripping onto his drink while he watches Jimin stand, spin the chair around and sit once more with his back to the audience and head tipped back while his hands rove over his body. His fingertips lift and fall to the rhythm of the song while they work their way down, down, down Jimin's body, difficult to clearly see and stirring up so many mental images. 

Jimin's shoulders and hips sway while his hands disappear, and then he pulls open the burgundy jacket. Everyone around him roars excitedly, cheering and applauding. Jimin holds onto the lapels and turns his head, teasing the audience with his opened jacket before he stands and lets the garment slip down past his shoulders, revealing a matching burgundy button-up that is tucked into his matching slacks and clings tightly to his arms and waist.

With a slow, deep swish of his hips, Jimin faces the audience and begins to rip the dress shirt open from the collar, sending buttons skittering across the stage, earning him whoops and shouts. With a strip of skin exposed, he walks over to the coat rack, turns it in a circle, and dips it as if he were dancing with a person, causing the mesh robe hanging from it to sway.

Each movement of Jimin's body is fluid, clothing clinging to his torso and thighs in a way that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He wears tighter clothing sometimes when they all hang out, but this is the first time Yoongi has really allowed himself to look.

For just a split second, while Jimin is holding the coat rack as if he is cradling the back and neck of a person and lip-synching to the song, it seems like he makes eye contact with Yoongi, causing Yoongi to hold his breath and heavy-blink through the well of excitement and shyness that he feels. It almost looks as if the edges of Jimin's lips lift ever so slightly, but then he releases the rack and spins away from it, swishing his hips as he dips down low and continues to rip open and untuck the button-up shirt with his eyelids fluttering closed. 

Yoongi practically forgets there is a song playing, focused so intently on Jimin, that when the singer begins to rap – quick and raspy – matched by Jimin's movements of tearing away the garment and revealing a bare torso with little light-colored heart pasties on his nipples, Yoongi sucks in a gasp that gets caught in his throat, nearly making him choke. Jimin’s bare chest and abdominals are chiseled – carved from the finest clay with careful hands. Yoongi lifts his drink quickly, taking a gulp of bitter whiskey and soda water while the crowd goes wild. 

In a swift movement, the pants are torn away from Jimin's waist, revealing long, muscular legs and shiny briefs that match the pasties. Jimin sinks into a squat, rubbing his hands over his legs. Then he sits and lifts one of his legs into a high split, giving Yoongi a very clear eyeful of a bulge and taut thigh muscle, making his mouth fall open. 

Jimin unzips the boot from the foot suspended in the air and tosses it aside, then drops his leg down and sweeps his other leg out in a half-squat, half-split while he drags his hands down the length of his leg to the other boot, unzips it, and tosses it near the other one. 

He spins, gets onto his knees, which are spread, and rolls his hips, lifting and dropping his ass while his hands rove up to his neck and hair, and his head lolls back. All he wears is shiny briefs and pasties, making Yoongi feel more intoxicated than the glass of whiskey ever could. 

The group to Yoongi's right is particularly loud, cheering for Jimin and shouting things like, "That's it, baby, show us how you ride it!" making a shiver run along Yoongi's spine. The objectification makes him feel uncomfortable, but he wonders whether Jimin cares, considering he clearly enjoys stripping for an audience; maybe that is all part of the thrill. Yoongi can't say he blames him. 

The song fades out as Jimin gets onto his hands and knees and crawls over to the coat rack, then slowly gets to his feet. As the music ends, the red lights fade to regular spotlights, revealing the briefs, pasties, and mesh robe – which Jimin pulls from the rack and begins to put on – are all a light pink color that matches his hair. 

Jimin ties the robe with a cord around his waist, standing barefoot while looking out at the crowd with a soft smile. The audience roars with applause and praise, and Yoongi expects Jimin's performance to be over, but then a stagehand in all black runs out, collects the discarded clothing while another sweeps a large broom across the floor to kick away loose buttons, and he hands Jimin a microphone that has been covered in light pink rhinestones. 

Once the men wearing black disappear behind tall curtains, a new song begins, also a slow R&B track, and Jimin lifts the microphone and starts singing, slowly swaying his hips and approaching the front of the stage. 

Yeah, yeah…yeah, yeah… I ain't tryna think about it, no

Taehyung takes a step back, wraps his arm around Yoongi's waist, and pulls him closer to the stage, causing Yoongi to fumble as Jimin approaches. He stands still as a statue with his hands in front of his chest – wad of notes that Taehyung gave him wedged between two fingers while both hands grip tight to his cold, condensation-covered glass of whiskey and soda water. 

Jimin's eyes find Yoongi, and he smiles, tilting his head sweetly to the side. To his right, the guys who had been cheering loudly try to close in and reach forward, but Jimin ignores them, looming over Yoongi while he sings in a soft, sweet voice, delivering lyrics that have Yoongi's cheeks absolutely burning. 

Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside itI want you to homicide it

As Jimin lifts a hand and reaches out, Yoongi steps forward instinctively, knocking the toe of his boot into the front of the wooden stage, head tilted upward with his eyes never leaving Jimin's face. Around him, hands reach out with money, and some even toss notes to the stage, but Jimin ignores all of it. 

Go in slow, but I want you to pipe it And I think I kinda like ya Up against the wall, we don't need a title

But Jimin does take the wad of notes that stick out from between Yoongi's fingers, tugging them right out of his weak grasp, and he snakes his hand under the robe and tucks it into the side of his little pink briefs, making Yoongi breathe out a soft chuckle. 

Beside him, the guy who seems intent on getting Jimin's attention mutters, "Who the fuck is this guy?" just loud enough that Yoongi can hear him, and pride begins to burn behind his ribs. 

Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it, man, fuck a title

Gently, Jimin reaches out toward Yoongi's head, eyes widening and brows slightly lifting as if asking for permission, and Yoongi nods while letting out a shaky breath. Fingers delicately push into his hair, tugging on strands as Jimin takes a handful and releases it, pulling away while dragging his fingertips against Yoongi's cheek. Even the gentlest touch feels electric, and Yoongi sways slightly forward when Jimin's hand drops away. 

Boy, I always like to show Get a little bit, come a little close, now

Arousal builds, and Yoongi feels a bit ashamed considering he and Jimin are friends, and Jimin is hardly touching him in a way that should warrant blood rushing to his dick. But Jimin looks like pure sin wrapped in inviting pink, and the way he stares at Yoongi is playful in a way he has never seen him look. 

Take it home on your camera phone Get a little bad, watch me blow it down

Jimin sinks to his knees, still taller than Yoongi but closer to eye level. With one hand, Jimin reaches for Yoongi's drink, then he has a sip of it and sets it down on the stage. Yoongi's hand stays in the same shape as if the glass had never been removed, and he is not sure what is sexier, the fact that Jimin takes the glass straight from his hand, or that he doesn't even flinch after essentially drinking carbonated whiskey.

Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it… Ooh

With a smirk, Jimin slinks to the very edge of the stage, knees practically bumping into Yoongi's hips. He slips his microphone into Yoongi's hand and lifts it until Yoongi has it in front of his face, as if he is supposed to sing the next line, and then he drapes his arms over Yoongi's shoulders, leans in, and continues. 

Yeah, I said it… Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it… Ooh 

From this close, Yoongi can see a dusting of shimmery pink on Jimin's eyelids, which are lined in black. His lips are glossy, he smells like strawberries, and Yoongi feels stunned in place, questioning whether or not all of this is a dream. Could his friends have slipped something in the weed? Could he be hallucinating?

Jimin sings higher, each word more inviting than the last. 

You can be rough, boy, but you won't

One of Jimin's hands slides into Yoongi's hair, and starting from the nape of his neck, he takes a handful. Everyone in the bar fades away; as far as Yoongi is concerned, the only two people in the room are himself and the beauty before him. 

Yoongi wonders if this is how Jimin's performances typically go. Does he always pick someone from the audience to tease? Is he always this handsy?

Give me some love, boy, give it to me 'til the morn'

With a gentle tug at his hair, Yoongi practically whimpers, watching as Jimin's lips pull into a sweet, devious smile. Jimin holds onto Yoongi while swaying side to side, knees spreading wide as he dips low and closing as he sits a little higher. 

Jimin continues singing—

Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it…

—but he seems less focused on sounding good for the audience and more interested in gently tugging Yoongi's hair and making him gradually fall apart. Soon, he is no longer singing at all, and he releases Yoongi's hair and drags his hand around his neck, past his throat and chin, then up and away, making Yoongi lean forward as if pulled by an invisible string. 

Yoongi wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, and Jimin seems to follow the movement before gently tugging his microphone out of Yoongi's tight, sweaty grasp and getting to his feet. Only then, does Yoongi realize the music is fading out. Jimin does a cute little twirl and opens his arms wide, bowing as the audience erupts into cheers, leaving Yoongi too stunned to clap. 

The emcee returns to the stage to announce an intermission, and the house lights come on, brightening the space. The crowd thins, and Yoongi heavy-blinks as he takes in his surroundings and allows his soul to return to his body while Jimin prances away, glancing over his shoulder to wink at Yoongi before slipping behind the black curtain. 

Two large, warm hands crash into Yoongi's shoulders, and he jumps, sucks in a gasp, and turns to find Namjoon staring at him with a wide smile. 

"So?" he has the audacity to ask, and all Yoongi can do is scoff and shake his head incredulously. 

"So, what?" Yoongi responds, attempting to play it cool despite the way his heart hammers in his chest. 

"Was it life-changing?" Taehyung asks, and Yoongi turns to regard him before remembering his drink is still on the stage and spinning around to retrieve it. When he turns back to his friends, he finds five sets of eager eyes watching him, as well as the stares of strangers, and he ducks his head and gulps down half of his drink. 

"It was…" Yoongi begins, trailing off as he attempts to summarize what he just witnessed, blinking through mental image after mental image. "Unexpected," he finally says, lips involuntarily tugging to a smile, which he covers by slamming back the rest of his drink. 

"It sure was!" Hoseok says with wide eyes. "Jimin never comes to the edge of the stage like that. People always try to entice him, but he always plays hard to get."

"Oh," Yoongi mutters, letting the words sink in. 

"Another?" Jeongguk calls, holding an empty glass, and everyone nods. Hoseok and Taehyung finish their drinks in a gulp while they all turn and make their way to the end of the bar. 

As they stand and wait, Yoongi takes a look around the space. Everything is black and chrome and nothing too remarkable, but the place seems to have a chill vibe. And he is grateful to not be the only person wearing denim and a band tee – dressed like a scrub, as Seokjin so elegantly put it.

Taehyung and Jeongguk get drinks, then slink away from the bar to stand off to the side. Then Hoseok and Seokjin order, and finally, Namjoon. Yoongi steps up to the counter and decides to order the same thing he had before – whiskey and soda water. 

From beside him, a sweet, familiar voice shouts, "Make that two, please!"

The smell of strawberry perfume hits Yoongi's nose, and he turns to his left to find Jimin smiling widely at him. He wears a white tee tucked into tight, black leather pants, and a black leather bomber jacket with a feathery design embroidered in red and silver beads on the shoulders. 

Now that Jimin has touched him – tugged at his hair while looming over like a salacious little threat – Yoongi allows himself to stare a little without feeling the nervous urge to flit his gaze away. The longer he looks at Jimin, the wider Jimin's smile grows. 

"Hi, hyung," Jimin says, taking a step closer. 

"Hey, pretty," Yoongi responds, feeling self-conscious about his choice of words until he sees the way they make Jimin blush. Pretty, indeed. 

Two glasses thunk against the bar top, and Yoongi turns with a gasp, fishing for his wallet. 

"On the house," the bartender says, nodding at Jimin. 

"Oh," Yoongi mutters, "okay."

"I got the tip," Jimin says beside him, leaning into his personal space to hand a folded wad of notes to the bartender. Jimin adds, "Though, technically, you are paying for it, hyung," close to Yoongi's ear. 

"Taehyung is paying for it, actually," Yoongi responds with a smirk, turning to Jimin whose mouth falls agape, scandalized. Yoongi feels the need to defend himself, adding, "Hey, I didn't know what was going on, otherwise I would have come prepared!"

Yoongi picks up both drinks and hands one to Jimin, who responds, "Fair," through laughter as he grabs Yoongi by the bicep and pulls him away from the bar. 

Even through his denim sleeve, Yoongi feels a spark of electricity where Jimin touches him. He notices that Jimin has pulled him in the opposite direction of the rest of their friends and decides not to question it. When they find themselves against the wall in a somewhat dimly lit corner, Jimin's hand stays on Yoongi's arm, giving him a tentative squeeze, and Yoongi looks down at Jimin's hand and smiles before meeting his eye. 

"You could have just asked me out," Yoongi teases, raising his drink to his lips before adding, "no need to put on a whole show."

Jimin's mouth falls open again, and he steps close, leaning to speak into Yoongi's ear. "Ah, but you liked the show, didn't you hyung?"

Yoongi has a sip of his drink, then he hums as he nods and says, "I did like the show. Your voice is really beautiful."

"Just my voice?" Jimin asks, stepping so close, their shoulders touch. 

A chuckle rocks through Yoongi, and he tips his head toward Jimin, who takes a drink with wide, curious eyes. "Not just your voice, no. Everything about you is beautiful."

"Awe, hyung!" Jimin shouts, shoving playfully at Yoongi's shoulder and sending him crashing lightly into the wall. 

"Wow," Yoongi responds, snickering. "Last time I compliment a guy."

Jimin places his hand over the spot he shoved and rubs over it, radiating warmth through denim and cotton. He opens his mouth to respond when a small group of men approaches to tell Jimin he did a great job, and Yoongi recognizes one of their voices as the guy who stood beside him during the performance. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow as the man makes eye contact with him, lifting his free hand to place over Jimin's hand, which continues to mindlessly rub over his chest, just below his clavicle. 

"Thanks for coming to the show," Jimin mutters politely, turning back to Yoongi. 

The group hovers behind Jimin and Yoongi does his best to ignore them, but it feels awkward to have an audience now that Jimin is no longer performing. 

"We should finish these drinks and get out of here," Yoongi suggests loud enough for the others to hear him, letting his gaze lift to the group to see if they have. 

Jimin chuckles. "Hyung, are you being possessive right now?"

"Maybe," Yoongi responds, tonguing the inside of his cheek. "But if you want to stay while that desperate pack ogles you, by all means—"

Jimin slides his hand from Yoongi's weak grasp to give him another smack, this time on the arm. 

"God, you're hot when you're jealous," Jimin says, making Yoongi blush, "but I should stay until the end to support the other performers. There are only four more."

Yoongi nods and accepts Jimin's terms. He wants to clarify that his offer for Jimin to leave with him afterwards is genuine, but the house lights dim, and music plays through the speakers, signaling the return of the show. 

Jimin takes Yoongi's hand and pulls him toward the front of the stage, to where the rest of their friends have congregated. Namjoon looks down at their linked hands, then to Yoongi, and he winks, making Yoongi roll his eyes despite how nice it feels to be holding Jimin's hand in public. 

The rest of the show goes by in a haze. Yoongi is hardly aware of the performers, hearing a hint of a song here and seeing a whoosh of brightly colored fabric there. All he can focus on is Jimin’s hand in his, Jimin’s voice singing and cheering, Jimin's warmth emitting in welcoming bursts beside him. 

Whenever Jimin slips his hand away to clap for each performer, Yoongi follows suit, robotically tapping his fingertips to his glass. And when Jimin takes his hand again, everything blurs and slows down, drowned out by the thrumming of blood in Yoongi’s veins, every sense acutely aware of only Jimin’s proximity – soft and strawberry-tender.

Once the house lights come on again, signaling the end of the show, Yoongi downs the rest of his drink. He feels sluggish and heavy, stumbling slightly when Jimin yanks him over to their friends. He wonders if they will want to keep drinking, whether they will want to go to a new bar. He thinks he would be alright with going to another bar; he parked his car somewhere it can be left overnight. 

“Wanna get out of here, hyung?” Jimin asks sweetly in his ear, and Yoongi decides all at once that another bar is out of the question. 

“Yes,” Yoongi responds, turning to Jimin with a wide smile that may very well look too eager for his own good. 

Jimin chuckles, finishes his drink, and says, “Good,” before leading the way to the bar where their friends are gathering with empty glasses. 

Yoongi considers how to break the news; Taehyung and Jeongguk tend to be pretty clingy and weaponize pouts that even Yoongi struggles to defend against, while Hoseok is always eager to keep their hangouts going well into the early morning. 

“We’re gonna get out of here!” Jimin announces, gracefully stealing the words from his mouth before he can even begin to formulate them. 

Jimin begins to hug everyone before they have a chance to oppose, smacking kisses against their cheeks and thanking them for coming to watch him perform. Most of them seem too dazed to argue.

Yoongi waves to everyone, noticing as they all make some sort of wink or eyebrow waggle at him, then he turns wordlessly and allows himself to get dragged by the wrist through the space, past patrons who attempt to talk to Jimin, and out into the cool night air. 

Jimin slides his arm into the crook of Yoongi’s elbow and pulls him along the sidewalk. “I live close,” he says before Yoongi has a chance to ask where they are going. Not that he would protest against being taken anywhere Jimin wanted. 

“Did you like the performance?” Jimin asks, bumping his hip against Yoongi as they walk. 

“I told you I did,” Yoongi teases, turning to find Jimin smiling while looking ahead. 

Jimin’s side profile is all firm lines and glitter, softened when he turns to Yoongi with wide, round eyes and pillow lips. He is stunning, and Yoongi is relieved to be able to stare unabashedly. 

“You told me I was beautiful,” Jimin clarifies, raising his eyebrows before looking ahead. 

“You are,” Yoongi mutters, remembering the performance. “And your singing was really beautiful. And the…stripping…” he trails off, feeling nervous about his choice of words. 

But Jimin does not miss a beat. “You liked watching me strip, hmm?”

“Of course I did,” Yoongi mutters, blushing. 

He is tugged around a corner to the right where the streetlights are fewer and the world feels darker, quieter. 

“And my dancing?” Jimin asks, walking impossibly closer – the two of them somehow managing to not trip over one another. 

“I liked your dancing,” Yoongi responds softly, clearing his throat to speak louder. “Hoseok mentioned you never come to the edge of the stage like that.”

Jimin chuckles, and Yoongi glances to the side, catching his eye before they both look ahead. 

“I don’t. That was just for you. I had a couple surprises just for you.”

Yoongi hums questionably, and Jimin says, "There's still one more surprise, in fact."

“Wow,” Yoongi rasps, smiling, “guess I’m pretty special.”

Jimin stops in his tracks and turns, pulling Yoongi gently away from the sidewalk, onto a grassy area near where tall bushes line the outside of an apartment building. It is even darker, and even quieter, without another soul around as far as Yoongi can tell, and he allows Jimin to wrap his arms around his shoulders and pull him close enough that their lips nearly touch. 

“You are special,” Jimin responds with a smile, fingertips playing with Yoongi’s hair. “And you look so cute with your hair half up and your eyes covered in Taehyung’s favorite blue glitter. How could I keep my hands off you?”

“Your admirers seemed pretty jealous,” Yoongi teases as he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, holding him close. 

“Let them be,” Jimin mutters softly, ghosting warm breath over Yoongi’s lips, which he wets with the tip of his tongue in anticipation. “The only admirer I care about is you.”

Yoongi smiles, letting his mouth fall open to respond – to tell Jimin he does admire him, so much, in fact, that it makes him dizzy. But Jimin slots their lips together tentatively, hands cradling Yoongi’s neck and back, and Yoongi sinks into the feeling with a sigh, then gently sucks Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth as his pulse quickens. 

Jimin’s mouth is warm and soft beyond Yoongi’s wildest dreams. Yoongi rubs his hands over Jimin’s lower back and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss, licking over Jimin’s bottom lip until it falls open with a gasp, granting Yoongi entrance. 

With a slow graze of his tongue over Jimin’s, he feels Jimin tense and shiver in his hold, letting out a soft whine that has arousal crashing through Yoongi. Jimin whimpers, and all Yoongi can think about is the man on stage in his tight little briefs, and his trim, flexible body grinding and swaying so invitingly. 

Jimin breaks from the kiss, panting as he tips his mouth away but presses their foreheads together. Yoongi opens his eyes just enough to see Jimin smiling. 

“Let’s go inside,” Jimin mutters, sounding breathless, and he releases Yoongi from his hold and leads him up the short set of steps into the building they were just in front of. 

“Couldn’t wait two more minutes to get me inside?” Yoongi chides as Jimin tugs him by the wrist down a short hallway, to a door on the right. 

Jimin punches in the door code and steps inside the apartment, switching on a bright overhead light that makes the two of them squint. When Yoongi steps in and closes the door, Jimin has his hands on him, pressing him against the wall. 

“Are you always such a brat?” Jimin groans, crowding Yoongi’s space. 

Yoongi assists Jimin in being close by wrapping his arms around his waist. “I like to tease you,” he rasps, chuckling as Jimin rolls his eyes. 

“You were teasing me earlier,” Yoongi adds, sliding one hand up, over the scratchy embroidery of Jimin’s jacket until his hand is on the back of Jimin’s neck. “With your dancing…and your singing…and your hair-pulling.”

“I was being extra sexy once I saw you standing there,” Jimin says sweetly as he slots a leg between Yoongi’s thighs.

“Is that so?” Yoongi asks, tipping his head back against the wall so he can actually see the beauty before him. 

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip and nods his head. “I don’t usually grind on the floor as much. And the little splits I did to take off my shoes was improvised.”

“I might need to see those moves again,” Yoongi mutters, closing the gap between their lips with a soft, chaste kiss.

Jimin sighs and sinks into Yoongi, stomach and chest flush with his. “I have a lot of moves I can show you, hyung,” he responds as he sucks Yoongi’s lip into his mouth hard enough to make Yoongi whimper. 

“So show me,” Yoongi practically whines as he licks eagerly over Jimin’s lips. 

Jimin heaves a breath and takes a step back, grabbing Yoongi’s hands as they slowly slide from their grasp, walking backward through his tidy apartment, smiling as he mutters, “I’ll show you.”

Abruptly, Jimin stops and shouts, “Wait!” shoving Yoongi backward. Yoongi is confused and cocks his head, allowing himself to be moved, fingers still laced with Jimin’s. 

“We have to take our boots off, silly,” Jimin says, unlinking their hands and pressing Yoongi against the wall once more. He leans against Yoongi's chest as he lifts each foot to slide out of his black Chelsea boots and socks, stepping a bit shorter than before. 

Once Jimin’s feet are free, he prances away with a giggle, and Yoongi opens his mouth to call after him, but shakes his head and chuckles instead as he bends and unties his boots, toeing out of each one. The sound of a faucet running cues Yoongi to where to go, and he walks through the living room, to the right, and finds Jimin standing in a small kitchen, drinking from a glass of water. 

“Thirsty, hyung?” Jimin asks, holding out the glass. 

Yoongi takes it and has a drink, then sets it on the counter, and says, “I’m not too thirsty…but I am quite hungry,” watching as Jimin begins to look around with a frown. 

“I don’t have much,” he says, “what are you hungry for?”

Yoongi wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist, rubbing both palms over his leather-clad ass. 

“You,” he rasps, earning him a groan and a weak smack on the arm. He pouts and adds, “Pretty please?” while batting his eyelashes, and Jimin takes his hand, leading him away. 

“Are we leaving every light in your apartment on?” Yoongi asks while Jimin drags him into a short hallway. 

With a huff, Jimin turns on the hallway light, then reaches into a semi-open door right in front of them and turns the light on, revealing a bathroom. 

“There!” Jimin says with an incredulous glare. “Are you happy, hyung?”

“No,” Yoongi grumbles. “Feels like a waste of electricity.”

“You’re infuriating,” Jimin complains as he shuts off the bathroom and hallway lights. He playfully shoves Yoongi away to storm off to the kitchen and living room, and Yoongi laughs to himself, over the moon with how easy Jimin is to rile up. 

When Jimin returns, he grips onto the sleeve of Yoongi's jacket and yanks him roughly down to the end of the short hallway, into a dark room. Yoongi is still laughing, muttering, "Whoa, easy, tiger," as he is pressed into another wall, body against body, with warm breath wafting over his face. 

"You'll just have to fuck me in the dark since you're so god damn annoying," Jimin huffs as two hands slide up Yoongi's neck, into his hair and grip tightly.

Yoongi reaches into Jimin's jacket, pushing material away as he grabs him by the waist. Then he twists the two of them, grinning to himself when Jimin huffs out a surprised, "Oof," from the impact of his back being pressed into the wall. 

He leans forward, grazing his nose against Jimin's nose as he says, "So you want me to fuck you, hmm?"

"I thought that was a given," Jimin responds, voice less confident than before – trembling, even.

Yoongi hums and noses at Jimin some more, flicking his tongue out and pleased when it grazes over soft lips. "Didn't want to assume," he responds lowly, licking over Jimin's lips once more. "I'm down for anything you want, pretty."

It feels almost frantic the way Jimin's lips crash into his, mouth kissing and nipping while hands shove away Yoongi's denim jacket, sending it to the floor in a heavy lump of fabric. Jimin's hands yank at Yoongi's shirt, pulling it untucked from his jeans, and Yoongi reaches down, gently taking him by the wrists to stop him. 

"Wanna see you," Yoongi says. "I take back what I said about the lights; turn them all on so I don't miss anything."

Jimin chuckles and pulls his hands away, then a rustling of fabric is followed by the bright flashlight of Jimin's phone coming on. 

"Compromise?" he suggests with a smile that Yoongi barely sees behind the bright white glow. "There's a lamp beside my bed. Be a good boy and turn it on for me?"

Despite the somewhat indignant scoff that rolls through Yoongi's chest and throat, he turns on his heels to make his way through the dark bedroom, determined to be a good boy, indeed. He watches his step, maneuvering around discarded clothing items in the white glow before reaching the bed and finding the lamp. 

It takes a few moments of him rubbing his hand over the post and then down to where a cord sticks out, but he finds the little plastic switch and presses it on. A soft, golden light fills the space, and when he spins back around, Jimin is in the center of the room with his jacket draped down past his shoulders. 

Jimin begins to saunter over, and Yoongi's brain kicks into gear, going haywire over what he should do – join Jimin and undress him, or sit down and find out whether Jimin feels like putting on another show for him. He opts to sit, but when he turns to make sure the bed is close enough, his knees bump into it, knocking him off balance, and he more or less crashes onto his butt against the mattress. 

"So eager," Jimin teases as he rubs his hands over his neck, up into his light pink hair, and back down. 

"For you?" Yoongi responds, raising his eyebrows and nodding toward Jimin, feeling zero embarrassment over his floundering. "Absolutely."

"What are you so eager for?" Jimin asks with a grin that grows into something as beautiful as it is dangerous. 

"You," Yoongi responds without thinking. "All of you."

Jimin giggles. "Be more specific, hyung."

"I want to watch you strip again," Yoongi says, swallowing a lump of excitement that builds and builds in his throat, threatening to suffocate. "I want to worship you."

With another giggle, Jimin begins to thumb through his phone. The sound of a bluetooth speaker connecting somewhere to the right chimes through the room, and Yoongi turns to glance around, noticing a desk, a dresser, and an open closet door. Garments are strewn about – mostly shirts, it seems – and the dresser appears to be covered in various makeup items, beauty tools, and accessories. 

Over the speaker, a sexy R&B track begins to play, and Yoongi turns his attention back to Jimin, who tosses his phone over to the bed, to the right of Yoongi, and begins to sway his hips. Earlier, when Jimin was on stage, Yoongi was awestruck and struggled to fully comprehend what was happening. Especially with others around him cheering and shouting for Jimin, it took time for everything to settle over him.

But sitting in this dim room, just the two of them, knowing the type of body that Jimin has under all that leather and cotton, Yoongi's desire and anticipation reach new heights, and he leans back with his palms spread against Jimin's pink and orange floral comforter while butterflies kick up in his stomach. He almost feels the urge to pinch himself, worried once more that he might be dreaming.

Jimin lets the jacket fall to his wrists, then he lifts one hand slowly, dragging the material upward with his wrist until it slides free and falls. He lifts his other hand straight out and tilts his wrist until the material slides and crumples to the floor, and although it is just outerwear and Jimin is still fully clothed, the seductive movements have Yoongi sitting wide-eyed and mouth agape – entranced.

Yoongi barely registers the song that is playing, but he does not need to. Jimin's shoulders and hips amplify its tune, turning it into something tangible – something he could reach out and feel. Slowly, Jimin turns, and, with his fingertips dancing over the material of his t-shirt, he begins to untuck it little by little. 

White cotton drags over muscular shoulders with every movement, while black leather hugs his ass and thighs tightly. Then Jimin does a cute turn and sways down, bending his knees before swishing back up while lifting his shirt over his tummy and up, up, almost to his chest before spinning again and looking over his shoulder, pretending to be shy. 

Yoongi scoffs and shakes his head, absolutely charmed by Jimin's little show, still toeing the line between playful and sexy as the shirt lifts over his head completely and Jimin tosses it over his shoulder, straight at Yoongi's face. Yoongi barely lifts his hands, allowing the fabric to gently clobber him in a wave of warm strawberry, and when it falls to his lap, he lazily takes it in one hand and holds onto it. 

"Still wearing those cute hearts?" Yoongi asks, and when Jimin mock-pouts and says, "Sorry, hyung, I took them off," he feels the tiniest tinge of sadness. 

"What a shame," Yoongi responds, wetting his lips as Jimin turns and saunters closer, hands rubbing over his nipples, keeping them covered. "They were cute."

"You're cute, hyung. But no touching unless I say you can," Jimin instructs softly but firmly, nibbling his bottom lip while slotting one leg between Yoongi's thighs and lifting his other knee to the bed. 

Yoongi tips his head back, leaning to give Jimin space as he rolls and grinds his hips, rubbing his hands up, over his neck, and into his hair, and then down, over his nipples and abdominals. Jimin is delicate hills and valleys of taut muscle and soft skin, and all Yoongi can do is stare at the beauty before him while swallowing the saliva that has pooled beneath his tongue, threatening to drool past his lips. 

"Like what you see, hyung?" Jimin asks, making Yoongi chuckle. 

Yoongi has to find his voice, softly clearing his throat. "You know I do."

With a deep, inviting hum, Jimin presses his thigh between Yoongi's legs, applying just enough pressure to make the air get trapped in his lungs. Arousal simmers through Yoongi, and he gasps, which becomes a soft chuckle when he notices the playful look on Jimin's face. 

"Evil," Yoongi groans when Jimin's leg grazes over him again, feeling blood rush straight to his dick. 

"What's the matter, hyung?" Jimin sing-songs as he takes a step back, spins around, and lowers his ass to Yoongi's lap. 

With both hands planted on Yoongi's knees, Jimin rolls his hips in circles and grinds them forward and back, and Yoongi squeezes the comforter in both palms as he groans from the pressure, fighting how badly he wants to touch. 

The song switches to something else sultry and unfamiliar, and Jimin reaches back with one arm that drapes over Yoongi's shoulder, resting his head on his other shoulder while his hips lift and fall in quick but soft movements that graze over Yoongi's crotch. 

"You're good at this," Yoongi mutters, dazed, hardly sounding like himself. 

Jimin hums in agreement and says, "I'm good at a lot of things."

A particularly firm press of Jimin's ass against Yoongi's constricted dick has his eyes fluttering closed, and he practically whines, "Show me everything."

Jimin sits up, taking away the arm around Yoongi's shoulder, then glances back with a mischievous smile, still moving his hips in inviting circles. Yoongi can hear the slow drag of a zipper, each tooth releasing as Jimin's arms make small movements in front of him. And then he lifts his hands to the waistband of his pants, hooks his thumbs under the black leather to slowly push the garment down.

The movement is agonizingly slow, only revealing an inch before he pulls back up and begins to drag down little by little, exposing pinkish-white satin briefs. Yoongi wants to grab onto the pockets and yank the material to the floor, losing all sense of sitting like a good boy. 

"You're killing me," he grumbles, fisting the blanket tight. 

With a giggle, Jimin stands, pushes the pants all the way to his thighs, and then sits again, grinding down on Yoongi's lap. The delicate curve of Jimin's waist into soft hips and a round, perfect ass has Yoongi reeling; the fact that he has Jimin all alone, and he is teasing him like this, is still a bit hard to comprehend. And, to make matters worse – or better – sticking out from under Jimin's satin panties are white lace garters connected to white mesh thigh-high stockings. 

Yoongi groans, eager to show his appreciation while feeling at a loss for words, earning a light giggle in response. 

"How badly do you want to touch me?" Jimin teases, glancing over his shoulder. 

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, raising his eyebrows while Jimin continues to watch him. "Oh, I'm going to fucking ruin you the second you give me permission to."

It is subtle the way Jimin's eyes widen and all mirth melts from his features – it only lasts a split second. But Yoongi clocks it, and he smirks, feeling victorious. 

Jimin turns and stands, bending himself in half while pushing his pants down to his ankles, and Yoongi watches as more drool pools under his tongue, gaze drifting down to where Jimin peeks from around his ankles to smile before slowly standing back up. He steps from the crumpled leather and then kicks the garment away before turning to Yoongi with his cock straining hard in those tight little briefs as he straddles his lap. 

"How was this performance, hyung?" Jimin asks, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's shoulders to play with his hair. 

At some point, the song had changed, but Yoongi barely registers the downtempo beat, staring at Jimin, who giggles and wiggles his hips back and forth in a quick, playful movement. He lifts his right hand and then drops it back to the blanket with a groan, rolling his head back and taking a quick moment to close his eyes. 

"It was more of a tease than the first one," Yoongi grumbles, tracing the soft lines of Jimin's neck and shoulders with his eyes before looking at his face. "But it was great, all the same; I thoroughly enjoyed it."

Jimin reaches down and palms over Yoongi's dick, which sits bunched up at an uncomfortable angle under restrictive denim, making him gasp from the pressure-ache that tears through him. 

"I can tell how thoroughly you enjoyed it, hyung."

At this, Yoongi chuckles, biting the inside of his mouth and biding his time for when it is his turn to be a menace.

"Did you notice my final surprise?" Jimin asks.

"The garters and stockings?" Yoongi asks, eyes drifting downward. 

"Not that," Jimin responds, and Yoongi cocks his head, unsure what he means.

"No…" he mutters. 

Jimin stares incredulously, heavy-blinking in disbelief. "What, really?" he practically shouts. "My ass was right in your face, how did you miss it?"

"I mean…your ass is…surprisingly perfect," Yoongi tries.

With a playful huff, Jimin rolls his eyes, grabs Yoongi's right hand, and wraps it around him, making Yoongi cup one of his cheeks. 

"You can touch only with this hand," Jimin says with an insistent gaze, "and only on my butt."

The material of these briefs is thin and smooth, gliding softly under Yoongi's palm. It takes Yoongi a moment of rubbing over the soft flesh, squeezing gently, and mapping its shape before his fingertips brush over something hard, making Jimin suck in a sudden gasp of air. 

"Oh?" Yoongi asks, grazing his fingertips against the spot with more purpose, making Jimin squirm. "What have we here?"

Jimin whimpers as Yoongi presses against the hard, round surprise before taking a handful to squeeze and spread, turning his sounds into soft moans. 

"Were you wearing this plug during the performance?" Yoongi asks, head tipped back to watch as Jimin's lips tremble and search for what to say.

"Yes," he finally sighs, lolling his head back with a moan when Yoongi passes his fingers firmly over it again. 

"You performed wearing an anal plug?" Yoongi asks again, watching as Jimin's cheeks flush and his eyes widen.

Jimin leans forward and presses his forehead against Yoongi's, nodding while whimpering a broken, "Uh-huh."

"While dancing and singing and tugging on my hair?" Yoongi continues, "While those eager boys stood and watched you flirt with me, you wore this, hoping I would bring you back here and find it."

"Yes, hyung," Jimin moans, and god if Yoongi had not already been fighting back the urge to absolutely destroy this pretty man in the most delicious ways possible, he would be now.

"You wanted me to find this plug, hmm?" Yoongi presses and rubs over it, squeezing and spanking while his other hand grips onto the blanket for dear life. "Wanted me to bend you over and pull it out…stretch you further on my cock…didn't you?"

"Hyung," Jimin whines, hips rolling lazily into Yoongi's touch.

Without another word, Yoongi slides his hand away and anchors himself back against the bed. Jimin scrambles, sitting back with his eyes bulging wide, making Yoongi chuckle.

"So naughty," Yoongi teases, voice full of mirth and sparking a petulant fire in Jimin's eyes.

"Hyung!" Jimin shouts, lifting a hand to smack Yoongi on the chest, which Yoongi catches despite not being given instruction to touch, just yet. Jimin looks incensed and gasps, eyes going between Yoongi's hand and his face.

"It's my turn," Yoongi rasps, biting back a grin. "Let me touch you."

Jimin blinks at him, clearly still processing the teasing, and Yoongi raises his eyebrows, impatient. 

"Fine," Jimin huffs brattily, yanking his hand from Yoongi's grasp and sliding from Yoongi's lap to take his place beside him on the bed. "It's your turn to strip, hyung. Give me a good show."

Yoongi stands, walks a couple paces into the room, and turns, letting the movement flow with the beat of whatever song is playing – something a little quicker-paced but still sexy enough to dance to. He rubs his hands over his neck, down his pecs, and over his tummy, watching as Jimin rests back on his palms with his thighs slightly spread, intently following every movement. 

Then Yoongi grips onto the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it quickly over his head, messing up his hair in the process. He flings the garment at Jimin with maybe just a little too much force, and it hits him in the chest, falling to his lap.

"Wh—hyung!" Jimin shouts, tossing the shirt aside as Yoongi quickly undoes his belt and fly and shoves his jeans to the floor, stepping out of one side and then the other, and then reaching down to yank away his socks. 

"This is the worst strip tease I have ever seen!" Jimin shouts despite his eyes roving over Yoongi's body with a hunger that says otherwise. 

Yoongi approaches in two swift strides and bends to take Jimin by the backs of his knees. He lifts and spreads Jimin's legs, sending his back crashing against the bed, scrambling and squealing while Yoongi leans forward, legs draped over his hips, and grins. 

"What did I tell you I was going to do, Jiminah?" Yoongi asks sternly, caging Jimin in with his hands against the bed while Jimin's frantic movements cause their clothed cocks to rub against one another in an addictive jolt of energy. 

"R-ruin me," Jimin pants as his flailing slows to a stop.

Yoongi grins. "That's right. I am going to absolutely ruin you. Now be good for me and get on your hands and knees."

It appears to take about two seconds for Jimin to process Yoongi's words before he crawls back on his elbows, getting fully onto the bed, and turning to position himself on his hands and knees while Yoongi sinks down to the floor. Jimin moves toward the center of the bed when Yoongi stops him.

"Ah, ah, come back here, pretty." He pats the mattress as if calling over a puppy. "Want you right here."

Jimin crawls backward with a somewhat dazed, borderline humiliated look on his face, and Yoongi waits patiently until Jimin is settled on the edge of the bed with his ankles hanging near Yoongi's head. 

"Perfect," Yoongi groans as he sits high, reaches for the waistline of Jimin's pretty satin briefs, and pulls, uncovering his prize in all its soft yet muscular glory. 

Yoongi practically moans at the sight of Jimin stretched around a metal toy with a light pink rhinestone in the center, and he wastes no time reaching two handfuls of soft flesh to squeeze firmly in his palms. He spreads his hands wide to graze his thumbs over the toy, then uses one hand to begin slowly tugging on it while keeping Jimin spread. 

"God, look at you," Yoongi groans as Jimin's pucker tenses and relaxes with each movement. "Is this what you wanted? When you invited me to come watch you perform, did you picture me bending you over and playing with your ass afterward?"

"Yes," Jimin whines, sending a shiver down Yoongi's spine.

Yoongi uses his palm to gently strike Jimin's ass. The sound cracks through the room, punctuated by a moan, and Jimin shutters as he relaxes. 

"What did you imagine, exactly?" Yoongi asks, hearing a dazed, "What?" come from Jimin. 

"When you nestled this pretty little toy inside yourself tonight," Yoongi clarifies, rubbing over the reddened mark of his hand. "What were you imagining I would do to you?"

"I thought you would want to f-fuck me," Jimin says, sounding somewhat bashful. How cute. 

Yoongi rubs over Jimin's ass with both hands, then taps the tip of his index finger over the end of the toy, making Jimin tremble. "Is that all?"

"N-no," Jimin whimpers.

"Awe, is pretty Jimin too shy to dirty talk to his hyung now that he has me right where he wants me?"

All he hears in response is a low whine, and Yoongi chuckles, smacking and squeezing Jimin's ass just enough to make his legs quake. He wonders if Jimin likes becoming pliant and malleable in someone else's hands. 

"I can tell you what I imagine," Yoongi offers, sitting back before getting onto his feet to rub over Jimin's back and bend over him, draping himself to speak low into Jimin's ear. 

Jimin nods. 

"What I've imagined since the day we met—" Yoongi reaches with one hand to Jimin's chin and lifts his head up, then presses two fingers into his warm, wet mouth, "—is watching these sinful fucking lips wrap around my cock."

Jimin sucks on Yoongi's fingers, stirring a fire in his belly, and Yoongi nuzzles their cheeks together, pulling away as Jimin releases him with a pop. 

"And what I've imagined since that little performance of yours tonight—" Yoongi gently grips Jimin's chin and pulls him so that he is held in place, back arched and neck craned, looking him in the eye, "—is the sight of you riding me…using me to make yourself cum…squeezing me so nice and tight…all while tugging on my hair."

Jimin's eyes blow wide, and he gasps, staring at Yoongi as if he has just personally hung every star in the night sky. Reverent. 

"Would you like that, pretty?" Yoongi asks, and Jimin nods.

Yoongi grins. "Use your words, baby."

Brighter and wider, Jimin's eyes turn to heavenly disks, and Yoongi makes a mental note to call him baby a lot more. 

"Yes, hyung," Jimin mutters sweetly.

"Say my name. Tell me what you need."

"Yes, Yoongi," Jimin responds. "I need…you. Anything you want, please."

With a soft kiss against Jimin's cheek, Yoongi lowers Jimin down, continuing to drape himself over his body, keeping his weight from pressing on him too much. 

"Do you like to be more in control," Yoongi asks, dancing fingertips in Jimin's pink hair, "or do you like to submit?"

Jimin's voice has a slight tremble when he says, "Submit."

"Do you like it rough or soft?"

"Both."

Yoongi groans, pleased with that answer. "Do you have a safe word, baby?"

"S-strawberry."

"Strawberry, of course," Yoongi says, grinning. "Good. I'm going to make you feel so good, baby."

Yoongi feels Jimin's body relax beneath him as he sighs, "Please, Yoongi," in a voice fit for an angel.

Eager to learn all the pretty ways Jimin can sing, Yoongi gets back onto his feet, running his fingertips over the length of Jimin's back before dropping to his knees. He spreads Jimin wide, leans forward, and licks from just beneath the end of the plug to just above it, tasting cold metal and zirconia with a sticky-sweet hint of lube. 

Jimin moans low and arches his back, pressing his ass against Yoongi's face, and Yoongi chuckles as he grips tightly to both cheeks and licks again and again, straight lines and rounded ones, tasting and teasing.

"Do you get really sensitive?" Yoongi asks as he rests his cheek against the soft curve of Jimin's ass and takes the end of the toy between his fingers, tugging it ever so slightly – just enough to make Jimin whine. 

Jimin mutters a pitchy, "Uh-huh."

"Words, baby," Yoongi instructs with a somewhat stronger tug. 

Jimin sobs as he says, "Yes, Yoongi!"

"Good," Yoongi groans as he nuzzles against Jimin and nips gently at his skin. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together."

With a firm tug, Yoongi begins to pull the toy, taking it nice and slow while Jimin's hole stretches around the bulb. Jimin sobs with shaking legs, and Yoongi lifts his head and drops a dab of spit as he pushes the toy back in and gives it another tug. 

Back and forth, he tugs and presses, with more spit and kisses against Jimin's soft skin, again and again, until finally Jimin opens wide and releases the plug with a soft wail. 

"That's it, baby," Yoongi praises, licking over Jimin's rim with a firm twist of his tongue, making him moan. "So good for me."

Yoongi stands on somewhat shaky legs – knees, and calves tired from being bunched up on the floor – and he moves to the bedside table, grabs a tissue from a small box, and places it down to rest the plug onto. "You got lube in here?" he asks, tapping his fingernails against the small door on the front of the table. 

"No, on top," Jimin responds, and Yoongi glances around, then finds the bottle wedged behind the tissue box. 

"Is this the lube you used earlier?" Yoongi asks as he returns and takes in the sight of Jimin on his knees with his face pressed against his floral comforter.

"Don't pick on me," Jimin pouts, frowning, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

"Not picking on you, baby," Yoongi responds, patting the center of the bed, closer to the pillow. "Come up here."

With a whimper and even deeper pout, Jimin anchors himself on his hands, and – like a doe learning to walk for the first time – fumbles and sways with forward momentum until he slams his chest down onto a pillow and wraps his arms around it. 

Yoongi gets onto the bed and crawls on his knees behind Jimin. The satin briefs are still around Jimin's legs, keeping him from spreading his knees too far, and Yoongi leaves them in place, curious how Jimin might enjoy a little movement restriction.

With his thumb, Yoongi flips open the lid of the lube bottle, then he squirts a generous amount onto his index and middle fingers and rubs the pad of his thumb through the sticky substance to warm it just a little. Then he rubs the slicked tips of his fingers over Jimin's hole, watching the way he trembles from even the slightest of touches. 

Slowly, Yoongi presses the tip of his middle finger in, testing how far the toy has stretched him. Although Jimin moans, his voice is steady as Yoongi pushes all the way to his knuckle and twists. The muscle does not squeeze too tight, so he pulls out and gently slides in another.

With his index finger added, Jimin squeezes him with a deep whimper and then relaxes. Yoongi takes it slow, rubbing his palm soothingly over Jimin's ass and thigh, pulling his fingers back and pressing them forward little by little. 

"Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop, pretty," Yoongi says as he watches his fingertips get swallowed. 

"Don't stop," Jimin whimpers, "give me more."

"More?" Yoongi teases, drawing the word out nice and long. 

"Please, Yoongi."

Yoongi twists his fingers as he pushes and pulls, listening to Jimin's deep voice become high-pitched and raspy. Satisfied with how Jimin feels around him – swallowing eagerly but not with a death grip – Yoongi adds his ring finger. 

Jimin trembles and bleats broken syllables as Yoongi presses three fingers into him. He twists slowly and dribbles spit onto Jimin's rim, giving himself a little more slide, working himself a little deeper. And Jimin takes him so well until he gets to his knuckles and the stretch feels too tight.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps, legs quaking. "Feels s-so good, but it—'s too much."

"I got you, baby," Yoongi says softly, planting kisses over Jimin's ass and upper thigh as he slides his fingers out and pauses. "Call your safe word if you want a break."

"No," Jimin pants. "I don't want a break, your fingers are just…they're too good."

Yoongi chuckles, slowly pressing his fingers back in, stopping before the knuckles, as he says, "Just breathe for me," with his lips dragging over Jimin's soft skin. 

Labored, panicked breaths make Yoongi smile and shake his head, and he slowly pulls out as he clarifies, "Breathe slowly, Jiminah. Don't make yourself dizzy; I don't need you passing out on me."

An impatient groan muffled by a blanket makes Yoongi sit up high on his knees and angle his body to get a look at Jimin, whose face is squished cutely into the bed with flushed cheeks and a frown in his brow. 

"Ya, what is it?" Yoongi teases, using his lubed fingers to give Jimin's ass a little smack, smiling at how the man cries and quakes. 

"Wanna ride you," Jimin groans indignantly. 

Yoongi wants to rile Jimin up so badly. He considers tickling the man until he crashes to the bed laughing – and probably throwing a tantrum. He wants to threaten not to let Jimin do anything he wants, just so he can be pouty and bratty and make Yoongi put him in his place a little – gently and sweetly, of course. He has to hold his tongue to not chide the poor guy for how grumpy and impatient he is, even as Yoongi stretches him. 

But he does not. Instead, Yoongi rubs both hands over Jimin's ass, spreading and squeezing while settling back down again. "I thought you wanted to be submissive," he asks, with only a hint of mirth.

"I do," Jimin responds, pout still evident in his tone. "I want to do both. I can't make up my mind."

"You can do both," Yoongi insists with a smirk, reaching for the lube bottle to slick his fingers back up. "I would love it if you rode me, baby. But if you can't take three knuckles, you sure as hell can't take my cock. So why don't you be a good boy and breathe nice and slow while I stretch you open, yeah?"

The breathy way in which Jimin mutters, "Yeah," tells Yoongi his message has been received loud and clear. The prospect alone of Jimin riding him has him very eager to get the other nice and ready. 

Yoongi slathers his three fingers in lube and begins to press them in. Jimin still huffs his exhales, but he is breathing less like a man who might be dying, for which Yoongi is grateful. It takes plenty of twisting and coaxing to slowly get the muscles to open for him, but Yoongi is patient, kissing and sucking on Jimin's skin while watching his fingers get swallowed. 

When Yoongi finally does finger Jimin past the knuckle – accompanied by a pitchy squeal and Jimin begging, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop, please don't fucking stop," – he stops, letting Jimin adjust to the stretch. 

"That's it," Yoongi praises, rubbing his palm over Jimin's ass and thigh while his fingers stay nestled deep inside him. "I knew you could take me. Just had to be a little patient."

"I've fantasized about how your knobby knuckles would feel but fuck, they are so big," Jimin whines, making Yoongi laugh. 

He squeezes Jimin's ass in his palm, then slowly begins to pull his fingers out, watching as Jimin opens wide to accommodate him once more. "You've fantasized about my fingers, huh?"

"H-hyung," Jimin groans, sounding embarrassed.

"Say my name, pretty," Yoongi sweetly commands as he twists his fingers out and begins to plunge them back in, meeting far less resistance. 

"Y-Yoongi," Jimin sobs, trembling as Yoongi twists – pulling out and pushing back in. 

The sight of his fingers getting swallowed whole has Yoongi's jaw hanging slack, drool pooling beneath his tongue. Jimin is an absolute vision, and the more his light-dusky pucker becomes flushed and reddened with pleasure, the hungrier Yoongi is to give and give and give. Anything to paint him prettily with bliss. Anything to hear the sweet, broken sounds he makes. 

"What is it, baby," Yoongi asks, twist-pulling and plunging deep. 

Jimin hiccups and Yoongi rotates his torso to lean just enough to see Jimin's fist grasping at the comforter. "N-need you."

"I'm here," Yoongi coos while rubbing his palm over Jimin's ass and lower back, fingertips mapping and memorizing. "You're almost ready for me."

Yoongi pulls out, then uses the index fingers of both hands hooked into Jimin's rim to open him nice and wide. Jimin sobs as Yoongi stretches him, slowly plunging his fingers in and out in a push and pull, watching as the welcoming rings of muscle tense and relax. 

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Jimin groans, as he sinks a little further forward, pushing his ass ever so slightly higher. 

"Admiring you, baby," Yoongi says, sitting high on his knees to dribble a dollop of spit into Jimin's hole to squelch between his two fingers. "You have no idea how fucking perfect you are."  

Jimin hiccups as he moans, and Yoongi slowly pulls out, one finger and then the other, watching as his pucker tightens and tightens.

"Alright, baby," Yoongi says as he sits back on his knees and open-palm kneads at Jimin's fleshy thighs, feeling supple skin, rough lace, and soft mesh against his palms. "Wanna be a good boy and show hyung how you ride cock?"

A pitchy, garbled, "Uh-huh," leaves Jimin's mouth in a rush as he pushes himself on shaking limbs until he is seated on his knees. Yoongi slides off the bed and walks toward the head, moving pillows and the comforter out of the way, revealing a pretty green floral sheet. He pushes his dark briefs down to the floor, stepping out of each side as he places his knees onto the bed, knee-walks the center, and then sits, spreading his thighs while Jimin grabs the bottle of lube and hobbles close. 

Without preamble, Jimin cages Yoongi's hips between his arms and licks a slow stripe up the underside of his aching, neglected cock, sending a thrill of pleasure shooting through him that has a moan storming from his lungs. Yoongi's head thumps against the headboard as he sinks against the cool, wooden surface, and he lifts his hands to gently take Jimin by the hair and chin. 

"Hyung tastes so good," Jimin coos sweetly, glancing up through his eyelashes while poking out his pretty pink tongue to lap at the dribble of precum at his tip. 

Yoongi was not planning on getting his dick sucked – he was dead set on Jimin's pleasure first and foremost, eager to give absolutely anything to him that he wants. But if what Jimin wants is to put those pretty lips to use, Yoongi would not dare say no. 

"Is that so?" Yoongi urges, eager to press Jimin to say more – hopeful that he will turn shy and sweet like before.

Jimin nods, blinking with a lust-drunk haze in his eyes before looking down into Yoongi's trimmed dark pubes as he says, "Salty-sweet…so yummy…"

"It's all yours, baby," Yoongi says as he drags his trimmed, blunt fingernails along the sharp lines of Jimin's jaw. "Anything you want, it's yours."

Jimin lets his tongue hang long, blinking upward while drool pools and dribbles onto Yoongi's tip, dripping down to disappear from view. "Want to make a mess," he slurs, barely pulling his tongue back enough to speak clearly. 

"Yeah?" Yoongi urges, "you wanna make a mess of me, baby?"

Jimin nods, curving his lips upward, saliva pooling and dripping. Yoongi fights the urge to beg him to do more – wants Jimin to go at his own pace and enjoy himself, even if it means Yoongi vibrates with nerves and anticipation, bordering on impatience and flat-out desperation. 

Luckily, Jimin does not make him wait long. With a deep, eager groan, Jimin sucks Yoongi's tip into his mouth without using his hands, then curves his back and neck, doing his best to swallow him down. Pleasure quakes through Yoongi, and he sinks further into the bed, dragging his head back against the headboard while he moans deep and appreciative. 

He tips his head to the side to watch Jimin's spit-slick petal lips drag along his length. Jimin hums and moans, which vibrates just enough to make Yoongi shiver, sucking his cheeks and swishing his tongue in a hypnotic dance. 

Slowly, Yoongi climbs to the precipice of bliss, further each time Jimin takes him a little deeper and swallows a little harder. Then Jimin changes position, sitting higher on his knees, and he takes Yoongi into his throat and swallows hard, sending a heavy wave of euphoria crashing inside him. Yoongi's fingers, which had been loosely holding onto Jimin's hair and face, grip onto Jimin's hair, and he tugs gently without pulling too hard. 

"Shit, baby, that's it," Yoongi whines, voice coming out pitchy and breathy. "Won't last if you keep swallowing me like that."

Jimin hums and swallows harder, holding Yoongi in his throat long enough to make Yoongi begin to spiral; long enough for Jimin to come up for air with a heavy gasp. Spit hangs from Jimin's lips and tongue in thick strings, and when he blinks, mascara leaves little black streaks on his face. 

"Pretty, messy baby," Yoongi praises with a smile that feels crooked and heavy. He knows he must look absolutely fucked out, and the way Jimin's eyes shimmer has affection blooming deep behind his ribs. 

Jimin grins, then sinks back down, sucking and swallowing eagerly while setting a quick pace bobbing his head. The faint pass of Jimin's teeth along Yoongi's length sends a tickle up his spine that has his back arching, and with each upward stroke of his lips, spit collects and trickles, coating his balls and dribbling over his asshole. 

Yoongi is close, and he grips Jimin's hair a little tighter, guiding his head a little deeper. He whimpers broken pleas for Jimin to keep going that hardly sound like words – whisps of sounds flitting into the air as he struggles to keep his bearings. Jimin's mouth is better than Yoongi could have possibly anticipated, and he submits fully to letting Jimin send him straight into the clouds. He wants to cum down that pretty throat so badly. 

"Fuck," Yoongi mutters, finally finding his voice. "Gonna cum, baby. Will you swallow for me?"

Jimin seems to try to nod, muttering some kind of response that amounts to consonants and sputtered drool, and Yoongi loosens his grip on Jimin's hair, letting his hands slide and fall away to fist at the sheet, instead. It only takes three more passes of those perfect fucking lips to make Yoongi absolutely dissolve.

"Gonna c—" is all he chokes out before painting Jimin's tongue and throat. 

Jimin gags slightly but continues to suck and swallow, humming and moaning between Yoongi's sharp, raspy sounds of pleasure. His orgasm flows through him hot and quick, erupting and intoxicating. Only once he is trembling from overstimulation does Jimin release his cock, licking once more from base to tip with his mouth hanging agape. 

Streaks of viscous white streak Jimin's tongue, and Yoongi takes him by the jaw and gently lifts, urging Jimin to sit up and crash into him. Yoongi licks into Jimin's mouth, tasting his own heady release, and Jimin melts forward, laying his torso heavily against Yoongi while very slowly crawling up into a seated position on his lap. 

"Was that what you were imagining, hyung?" Jimin asks against his mouth, making Yoongi chuckle.

"Better," he rasps. "I could never have imagined anything feeling that good, Jiminah."

Jimin blushes as he asks, "Did you like how my lips looked?" and Yoongi raises an eyebrow, tilting his head back to get a better look at him. "Wrapped around you," Jimin continues, nibbling on his plush, kiss-swollen bottom lip. 

"You know I did." Yoongi leans in to place a soft kiss against Jimin's lips, deciding instead to suck them into his mouth, one after the other, making him giggle. "You looked and felt like heaven, baby."

Jimin leans back into Yoongi, wrapping his arms around his neck and gently tugging at his hair. They kiss, lick, suck, and nip in unhurried movements, tasting and teasing while Yoongi's dick recovers and begins to harden once more. Sticky-cool saliva transfers from Jimin's chin to Yoongi's, aiding in the mess that was promised, and Yoongi slowly sucks at Jimin's tongue tip, making him drool even more. 

Time grinds to a halt, suspended and of no use to them. Yoongi passes his hands over Jimin's shoulders, down the slopes of his back and hips and ass – anywhere he can reach. Occasionally, Jimin shivers and sighs, and Yoongi cannot help but smile, endeared and eager to know every single sensitive spot he may have. 

One of Jimin's hands leaves Yoongi's hair and travels down, tickling as his fingernails delicately scrape down his pec, across his ribs, to his hip. When Jimin wraps his hand around Yoongi's growing erection, engulfing him in pleasure and warmth, Yoongi gasps, rolling his eyes back and nodding as he mutters, "Almost ready for you."

Jimin releases Yoongi and reaches for the lube before using both hands to slick him up. Yoongi is grateful that Jimin does not warm it in his hands, hissing with delight at the cold touch. Jimin giggles deviously, chewing on his lip, and Yoongi gazes down at his cock between two slender, pretty hands before returning his attention to Jimin's face. 

"Now are you ready, hyung?" Jimin asks as he sits high on his knees and positions himself over Yoongi's tip. 

Yoongi uses both hands to steady Jimin's thighs, dancing his fingertips over the stockings, then gripping gently while Jimin reaches up to the top of the headboard and leans his chest close to Yoongi's face. 

"I don't think I could ever fully be ready for someone as perfect as you fucking me, Jiminah," Yoongi confesses with a smile, tilting his head until his tongue is able to flit out and drag over a dusky, pert nipple. "You'll just have to give it to me; force me to be ready. Don't hold back."

"As you wish, hyung," Jimin responds sweetly as he begins to sink down. 

The tip of Yoongi's cock breaches Jimin's hole with a shutter and whimper from both men in tandem. Yoongi grips Jimin's hips bruisingly, expecting Jimin to stop and adjust, but Jimin keeps lowering, down, down, down until he is fully seated and choking pretty, broken sobs. 

Yoongi is overwhelmed with pleasure, squeezed with blissful tight warmth, and he quakes with each gentle squeeze of muscle around him. His breath feels heavy in his lungs, and as he lets out a groaned exhale, he releases his grip on Jimin's thighs and rests his head back in a desperate attempt to get his bearings, teetering on the brink of total mental collapse.

"Hol—" is all Yoongi manages to moan as Jimin lifts and drops, slamming his ass against Yoongi's thighs, letting out a dulcet whimper that is rivaled by Jimin's pitchier one. 

"Big," Jimin mutters as he picks up a dizzying pace of slowly lifting before forcefully dropping, spearing himself so nice and deep, Yoongi feels like he may be carving the poor guy open. 

Jimin is magnificent with his head tilted back and lips hung wide, whimpering as he rises and drops and rises and drops. Somehow exactly as Yoongi imagined, yet so much more. His cock glistens hard against his tummy, dribbling with precum and so neglected, bouncing against his abs with each drop, leaving a little splatter behind.

"I won't last," Yoongi admits, feeling the blissful, agonizing squeeze that is only intensified as Jimin's muscles flutter with pleasure. "I usually have more—ahh—s-stamina, but you feel so g-good."

"Awe, hyungie," Jimin purrs, tilting his head forward and opening his dreamy, lust-lidded eyes. "That's ok. I just hope you can keep going…ruin me like you promised."

"I can," Yoongi croaks. It will be much easier to stave off his orgasm when he is in full control; like this, he doesn't stand a chance. 

"There's always tomorrow, too," Jimin mutters half-dazed, and Yoongi smirks at the prospect of Jimin wanting him after tonight. 

Yoongi rubs his hands up Jimin's hips, along the delicate curve of his waist and the white lace garter, and further, palming over pecs. As Jimin lifts and drops, Yoongi almost feels overwhelmed by the arousal that pools and pools, warm and aching in his center, tingling to his limbs, filling him with desire. He wants to grab Jimin tight and fuck up into him, but Jimin feels and looks so amazing he lets him take his time. 

With a grin that morphs into a bite of his lower lip, Jimin lifts his hips and swivels them, whorling around Yoongi's tip and tugging up, making him gasp and groan. Yoongi rubs his hands down to Jimin's waist and gently holds, helping keep him steady while the dancer twists and swishes, creating dizzying patterns to the song Yoongi barely hears over the pounding of his heart. 

"God, your body…" Yoongi mutters, eyes heavy as he watches muscle tense and soften. 

"You like how I feel, hyung?" Jimin mutters as he swirls up. 

Before Yoongi can respond, Jimin begins to bounce his ass up and down to the beat of the background song, just fucking himself on Yoongi's tip – teasing in a most delightful way. 

"How you feel…" Yoongi mutters, head rolling back against the headboard, looking down his nose at the beauty above him. "How you look, how you sound…you're fucking perfect, baby."

Jimin smiles and runs his hands over Yoongi's neck, then uses one hand to leverage himself on Yoongi's shoulder while the other takes a handful of hair and grips tight. 

"You're just saying that because I'm fucking you," Jimin teases through gasps and whimpers, gaze turning sharp while he begins to drop his hips back down and spear himself deep.

Even with a cock buried inside him, Jimin is a brat. Yoongi finds it way too endearing, though he is eager to flip the pretty dancer over and fuck him so good he can no longer talk back. He rolls his eyes, moaning as Jimin rides him a little steadier, trying to ignore how rapidly his pleasure builds.

"True," Yoongi mutters, playing along. If Jimin wants to be petulant, two can play this game.

"Ah—" Jimin moans, "I knew it. Just using me for my perfect ass."

Yoongi's hands slide over the soft, inviting curves of Jimin's hips and ass, and he takes two splayed handfuls and gives him a squeeze, moaning, "Exactly."

With his palms gripping tight, Yoongi assists Jimin in his movements, lifting and dropping him in a nice steady rhythm. Rather than attempt to stave his high, he chases it now, eager to change positions and give Jimin more. 

Jimin whimpers and sobs, breath coming out punchy and ragged while his tip leaks precum. 

"Are you close, baby?" Yoongi asks, receiving only a whimpered, "Uh-huh," in response. 

"What did I say about using your words?" Yoongi insists through grit teeth, finding it harder to steady his breathing and speak clearly. 

"Yes, Yoongi," Jimin moans, sending a chill down Yoongi's spine at the sound of his name. "I'm so close."

Yoongi pulls one hand away, lifts it to his mouth, and spits into his palm. He stares up at Jimin as he wraps his hand around Jimin's cock head and squeezes just enough to elicit a moan and shiver from him, then he begins to stroke nice and slow, collecting dribbled precum on his palm.

"Hyung," Jimin whimpers, body tensing and relaxing over and over. 

"Say my name, baby," Yoongi instructs with a smirk, watching Jimin's lips tremble and form unvoiced syllables. 

Jimin leans forward and takes two handfuls of Yoongi's hair as he lifts and slams his ass with purpose. Each breath Yoongi pants hits Jimin's chest, creating a pocket of sticky warmth between them. 

"Yoongi," Jimin whines as his grip tightens, tugging on Yoongi's scalp and making him hiss. 

"Yes, baby?"

Jimin's voice cracks, barely croaking out the words, "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Jiminah," Yoongi moans, feeling his own high reach its peak. "Cum all over this cock, baby, let me feel you."

Jimin's muscles squeeze and release– frenzied and dizzying as his rhythm falters. Rather than lift, he grinds, burying Yoongi so deep, the air feels trapped in Yoongi's chest. 

"That's it, baby," Yoongi wheezes through grit teeth, stroking Jimin at an angle that has him gently punching his fist against both their tummies. "Use my cock to get yourself off. Fuck, you feel so good."

Jimin's back arches and his body quakes as he cums. Yoongi squeezes at his tip, urging more and more release to coat his fist sticky-white, digging his heels into the mattress as he fucks his hips upward, just enough to get Jimin bouncing and moaning. Jimin squeezes him so tight, pushing him right over the edge. 

"Gonna cum, baby," Yoongi groans as every nerve prickles tingly and hot, ready to burst. 

"Fill me, Yoongi," Jimin sobs as he bounces in quick, shallow movements. "Make me messy."

The squeeze of Jimin's muscles, and fucked out, eager sound of his voice has Yoongi's orgasm hitting hard. He releases Jimin's cock, gripping onto his thighs with both hands as his body trembles roughly with pleasure. Yoongi barely makes a sound, rasping around heaving breaths as his eyes squeeze momentarily tight, attempting to relax as his orgasm pulses through him in tremendous bursts, making him see stars. 

"That's it, hyung," Jimin whimpers, leaning all the way forward, draping himself over Yoongi's shoulders. "Feels so good."

Yoongi sits back, catching his breath as his cock softens, running his clean palm up Jimin's back while the cum-covered hand falls to the side. Jimin's muscles continue to flutter, and he nuzzles his face against Yoongi's neck, leaving lazy, wet kisses against the skin and filling Yoongi with butterflies. 

The music continues to play, changing from one sexy beat to another. A female artist sings, but Yoongi is unable to make out what she is saying. His pulse thumps in his ears and throat, forcing each breath out in a lively beat of his own. 

"It feels nice to just…sit here and hold you," Jimin mutters against Yoongi's skin. 

"I would hug you back but one of my hands is covered in your cum."

Jimin hums in understanding, adding, "You got it on my thigh," with a familiar bratty tone. 

"You wanted to be messy," Yoongi grumbles with a smile, feeling absolutely smitten. 

Jimin groans, "I did," as he slowly begins to sit up, taking the warmth of his body away. 

Yoongi shivers as the sweat that covers him turns cold. He tips his head back and looks up as Jimin settles on his lap, cock-warming him while sitting tall, smiling sweetly. 

"I guess since you got what you wanted, you don't need me anymore," Jimin teases with a smirk and a lift of one eyebrow as he reaches out and undoes what is left of the bun in Yoongi's hair, tossing his trusty hair tie aside. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lolls his head back, trying not to smile as he mutters, "Really, Jiminah?"

With wide, playful eyes, Jimin nods, sliding his ass up, up, up until Yoongi's soft, cum-covered cock falls away, making him shudder. 

"You had a taste of my perfect ass, so—"

"Oh, I had a taste, alright," Yoongi interrupts with a grin, sitting up and causing Jimin to move slightly backward. "You think I'm gonna just leave now? Never to see you again?"

Jimin's playful demeanor begins to crumble as Yoongi lifts his soiled hand and begins to lick at what is left of Jimin's heady, salty-sweet release. 

"Uh, I—" Jimin says, lips forming around syllables he never voices. 

"What about promising me tomorrow? Hmm?" Yoongi asks before dragging his tongue over his knuckles, cleaning the remnants of Jimin's cum.

Now that his hand is far less messy, Yoongi grips onto Jimin's waist nice and tight and lift-pushes the dancer onto his back. Jimin yelps as he hits the pretty green sheet, pink hair sweat-stuck together in little spikes, fanning messily around his beautiful face. 

"I'm not finished with you yet," Yoongi says as he gets onto his knees and towers over Jimin. "Weren't you just whining about me ruining you moments ago?"

Jimin giggles softly, reaching his arms to wrap around Yoongi's neck. Yoongi gently takes Jimin by the wrists and pushes his arms to the mattress, pressing his weight down, watching with delight as Jimin gasps and shivers beneath him. 

"You really think I could only do this once?" Yoongi teases as he leans forward, crowding Jimin's space. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'll be craving you, Jiminah."

"I-is that so?" Jimin breathes, head tilting as if offering the expanse of his neck to Yoongi – an invitation Yoongi takes as he drags his lips over salt-slick skin. 

"That is so."

"Are you sure you can keep going?" Jimin asks sweetly. "You just came twice."

"I could fuck you all night, baby," Yoongi insists, licking and nipping until Jimin gasps. "Just need a moment to get hard again. Why? Can you keep going?"

Each breath that puffs from Jimin's lips sounds heavy. "I can, but…I might get overstimulated."

"I know," Yoongi groans with a smile. "I watched you fall apart on my fingers, remember?"

"I might get…really…lost," Jimin admits.

Yoongi releases Jimin's hands and moves them to the mattress so he can press more weight down and angle himself upward just enough to look Jimin in the eyes. 

"Like, subspace?" Yoongi asks, watching Jimin's eyes widen. 

"Maybe," Jimin mutters. "I just get really…floaty. Like my soul and body are disconnected…held together by pleasure."

Yoongi nods in understanding. "Do you want to hold off, then? Wait until we're more comfortable with each other before you go there with me?"

The smile that tugs on Jimin's lips is sweet, and his eyes sparkle as he says, "I have a feeling you will take good care of me, hyung."

Affection bursts warm in Yoongi's chest. "Of course, I will. But I still understand if that's something you want to build up to."

Jimin shakes his head and nibbles on his lip. "I trust you. I'll call my safe word if I need to."

"You don't go non-verbal at all?"

Jimin pinches his brow and shakes his head. "No."

"Alright," Yoongi agrees, eager to keep going as long as Jimin feels safe. 

Jimin leans forward, groaning as his chin juts out, puckering for a kiss, making Yoongi chuckle softly. Yoongi closes the gap and presses further, allowing Jimin to lie comfortably, and he licks and sucks at Jimin's soft, sinful mouth. 

"Sorry for ruining the mood with talking," Jimin mutters against Yoongi's lips.

Yoongi hums as he licks into Jimin's warm, petal mouth, opening him wide; making space. Jimin tastes so delicately sweet yet heady, and Yoongi has no choice but to chase every nuanced flavor, eager to discover more. Jimin's hums and groans are music to Yoongi's ears, and he swallows each sound with ease. 

Rather than lifting his head, Yoongi simply stops kissing, letting his lips rest on Jimin, who smiles. Yoongi wishes he could adequately communicate just how important every little thing Jimin thinks, feels, and needs is, to him. 

"Discussing boundaries is never a mood killer," Yoongi insists against his lips. "I never want you to hold anything back."

"Thank you, hyung," Jimin mutters, leaving pecks of soft kisses along Yoongi's mouth and chin.

"Don't thank me for doing the bare minimum, Jiminah. You deserve to be cared for."

The way Jimin squeals and wiggles beneath him makes his smile go lopsided. Yoongi lifts his head just enough to watch Jimin's cheeks flush, taking in the beauty of his shimmery and black makeup smudged around his eyes. 

"Shut up," Jimin groans.

"Shut me up," Yoongi challenges with a waggle of his eyebrows. 

Jimin tilts his chin up once more, chasing a kiss. As Yoongi leans down, giving into his desire, one warm hand wraps around his half-hard cock, making him shiver and groan; this certainly is one way to get him to stop talking. 

"Want you again, Yoongi," Jimin pleads into Yoongi's open mouth, tugging on his cock. "Need you."

"You have me, baby," Yoongi practically moans, licking against Jimin's lips as his arousal simmers and warms him. "Turn over, on your stomach."

Jimin nods as he deepens the kiss, licking eagerly into Yoongi's mouth, sighing as Yoongi pushes and pulls with his tongue. When Jimin breaks the kiss, fingertips dig into Yoongi's neck and shoulder, and both men are panting, thickening the air between them with moist warmth. 

Jimin begins to wiggle around onto his side, then his stomach, and Yoongi stays where he is, caging him in with his arms and lifting his knees one after the other to accommodate Jimin's legs. Once Jimin is settled, Yoongi leans forward and presses his lips to the back of Jimin's neck, nipping and swirling his tongue as Jimin moans, back bowing delicately – trembling.

Yoongi kisses down the curve of Jimin's spine, crawling backward onto his knees. He sucks marks at the top of Jimin's ass, nipping and licking over dewy-smooth skin and lifting his hands to cup and squeeze. As he sits up, he kneads gently into Jimin's perfect, pillowy flesh, spreading him wide. Jimin's puffy rim glistens with leaked cum, and Yoongi wets his lips as he runs two fingertips over the mess before pressing deep inside. 

Jimin moans loudly, broken and debauched, as Yoongi fingers his tight asshole, feeling his own cum squelch, icky and enticing. He looks around for the bottle of lube and leans back, allowing his fingers to be slowly released as he reaches for it with his free hand. 

"You sure you can keep going?" Yoongi asks as he flicks the lube bottle open with his thumb, caressing the soft swell of Jimin's ass and thigh. 

"I'm not fragile, hyung," Jimin whimpers with his hands beside his head, clutching onto the comforter that has been bunched up and pushed out of the way. 

"Never said you were," Yoongi smiles fondly, squirting lube into his palm and working it over his cock, hissing from the sensation on his tender skin. "Just don't want to push you too far."

Jimin groans a pitchy sound that Yoongi assumes is impatience. "We already discussed this. My safe word is strawberry, hyung. Please fuck me."

Yoongi rubs his lubed hand sloppily over Jimin's hole, nibbling his lip as Jimin bucks and trembles against him. "Say that last part again."

There is a second of hesitation, followed by a soft sigh that makes Yoongi grin. He opens his mouth to ask again nicely, but Jimin beats him to it, muttering, "Please fuck me, Yoongi."

Jimin spreads his thighs flat against the bed and extends his legs straight, laying in a perfect split, and Yoongi gasps at the sight of him. He leans forward to accommodate the new height, gripping onto his length with one hand and Jimin's hip with the other. With a devious giggle, Jimin begins to bounce his ass, clapping his cheeks softly in a show that has Yoongi absolutely reeling. 

Without a moment more to spare, Yoongi leans forward on his knees and lines himself up with Jimin's rim, using his non-sticky hand to guide one of Jimin's hips. "You're a fucking menace," he groans as he presses in, in, in, spearing Jimin open as they whine and moan in tandem, feeling pleasure burst through his limbs like rays of warm, alluring light. 

"Squeezing me, baby," Yoongi rasps as he slowly slides out, giving Jimin no time to adjust. He places both hands on Jimin's hips and begins to rock his body, fucking into Jimin without moving his own hips. The delicate, elongated stretch of Jimin's mesh clad legs, right down to the tips of his pretty little toes has Yoongi torn between wanting to cherish him like something delicate or completely wreck him. 

"Such a slutty little dancer and you're all mine," Yoongi teases as he continues to rock Jimin's hips against him, watching his puffy rim swallow him whole. "What would your admirers think if they knew you wore a plug on stage while you were doing the splits to tease me?"

"Hyung," Jimin whines, burying his face down into the comforter. 

Yoongi slides his hands to the bed and leans forward, slowly thrusting his hips up and down while walking his hands up to Jimin's armpits, hovering nice and close. The scent of strawberry mixed with a faint, sweaty musk is sticky-sweet enticing, and Yoongi lets his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep breath in. 

"You even performed for all of our friends wearing a toy," Yoongi rasps beside Jimin's ear. "What would they think of you?"

"Stop," Jimin whines, dragging the word long and whiny. 

Yoongi nuzzles his face against Jimin's nape, nipping at short pink hairs. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you, baby," he mutters sweetly, smiling at the sound of Jimin cooing happily. 

"Mmm, I like it," Jimin admits with a groan, making Yoongi nuzzle harder, grinning at the thought of Jimin feeling shy.

The smacking of skin is heard in lewd, rhythmic bursts. Yoongi fucks Jimin nice and steady, listening for the strained "Ah!" that punctuates each thrust, huffing small sounds of his own. 

Yoongi begins to sit back, careful not to let his hips lose too much rhythm. Once on his knees, Yoongi spreads Jimin wide with both hands and leans his weight into him, fucking him much faster. Jimin jiggles hypnotically, and Yoongi gives him light spanks to each cheek, unable to resist playing with him; delighted by the sound of him squealing. 

"Hyung, I want to cum again," Jimin cries, gripping the floral blanket tight. 

Yoongi wants to watch him cum – wants to touch and tease his cock while praising him and making him sob. As he slowly pulls out, Jimin trembles and groans in protest. Yoongi gives his ass a couple of light taps and mutters, "On your back." 

"Hyung" Jimin complains, elongating the word, making Yoongi smirk. 

Jimin crawls slightly forward and bends at the knees, then flops onto his side, huffing dramatically as if he cannot be bothered to move a single inch more. 

"I know, I know," Yoongi mutters, grabbing Jimin by the hips and pulling him the rest of the way onto his back. Jimin squeals and laughs, spreading his legs wide while watching with eager, mascara-smudged eyes as Yoongi continues to position him right where he wants him. 

"Sorry I can't choose between wanting to see your ass and wanting to see your face," Yoongi grumbles defensively while pumping his cock and reaching for the bottle of lube. He squirts some directly onto his shaft – cool liquid on warm skin – and he smears it in one stroke.

"Wow, and they say chivalry is dead," Jimin teases, lifting his eyebrows playfully with a grin. 

Yoongi slides his length into Jimin's tight warmth in one swift movement, and Jimin's grin falls agape as his back arches. He lets out a deep, pleased moan that Yoongi mirrors with a slow intake of air, filling his lungs. The curve of Jimin's neck, along his chest, and down to his tummy bows delicately taut, and Yoongi maps each inch with his eyes, stunned by his beauty. 

When Jimin settles slowly onto his back, Yoongi reaches forward and slots two fingers into Jimin's mouth. Jimin clamps his lips closed and gently sucks as Yoongi begins to set a steady pace with his hips. 

"Good boy," he praises, and Jimin's eyes blow wide. "So fucking good for me. So pretty and tight and perfect."

Jimin anchors himself onto his elbows, muttering something that sounds like a question, and Yoongi nods, smiling sweetly down at Jimin, watching his hard, leaking cock slap his tummy with each thrust. 

"Perfect, pretty Jiminah. And you're all mine."

More sounds are uttered around Yoongi's fingers as Jimin's eyes roll and his head bobs with the rocking of their bodies. Yoongi reaches between them and rolls his palm over the tip of Jimin's cock, eliciting his eyes to open big and round. 

Already, Jimin looks dazed, back draped slightly with his head held up only enough to suck on Yoongi's fingertips, supported against his elbows. Jimin's fingers slowly dance over the material of his green floral sheet, legs flayed lazily around Yoongi's hips. 

Yoongi slowly tugs at Jimin's length, making him whimper and sputter incoherently. Jimin rocks his hips and squeezes around Yoongi in a rhythm matching Yoongi's thrusts – must be chasing his own high. Seeing Jimin looking dazed and eager to cum again, stuffed with fingers and cock, Yoongi's mind races as he attempts to sort out how he got so fucking lucky.

"'S good," Jimin whines, dropping his head back and letting Yoongi's drool-slick fingers drag over his chin. 

Yoongi continues his pace – a deliberate roll of hips – letting his fingers slowly fall past Jimin's chin, to his chest, tracing curves and dips until finally taking hold of him around the ribs. Gradually, Jimin's arms give way, and he lies back – head first, then shoulders, sinking deeper against green flowers with his eyes hazy and wide. 

"Are you floaty, Jiminah?" Yoongi asks sweetly, wetting his salty-dry lips. 

Jimin hums and crooks a lazy smile, lifting his hands slowly to rub over his pecs and tummy. Yoongi follows the movements, feeling affection swirl and swell behind his ribs. At this pace, he thinks he could fuck Jimin for an eternity if he tried; his pleasure simmers just below the surface nice and steady, with no risk of boiling over too soon. 

"Ah—Yoongi," Jimin gasps, chest heaving and falling. "I'm—"

Yoongi rolls his palm over Jimin's tip and gives him a firm enough squeeze to make him sob. 

"Gonna cum, pretty?" he asks. 

Wide-eyed and mouth droopy-round, Jimin nods. His lips form shapes unvoiced, and Yoongi continues to roll and squeeze, languidly syncopating his quicker thrusts. 

"Cum for me, baby. Get nice and messy."

Jimin's eyes flutter, and his back arches slowly, head and heels digging into the mattress. "Please, please, please," he mutters softly like a prayer, palms flaying and squeezing above his ribs. 

"Relax and let go," Yoongi urges sweetly. "Let yourself float."

As if reacting on command, Jimin's body goes rigid and taut before quaking and sinking – thunder growling from his depths and dispersing out. He spurts tiny piles of cum onto Yoongi's fingers and palm, mouth forming softly-uttered stormy sounds. Even in the throes of incomprehensible bliss, every little thing Jimin does is eloquent; a performer and a muse. 

"Harder," Jimin groans, taking Yoongi by surprise. "P-please, Yoongi, need you."

Yoongi grips Jimin's hips with both hands, smearing cum on his sweat-slick, goosebumped skin. He picks up a pace that has Jimin's legs lifting and stretching, and Yoongi slings both calves against his shoulders before leaning in and taking hold of his hips once more. 

Jimin wails, eyes squeezed as if pained, licking and biting at his reddened lower lip. His arms lift and fall around his head, and he grips onto the bunched-up pink and orange comforter.

"This how you want it?" Yoongi asks, feeling his high build and build, impossible to hold at bay.

"Mmm, 's good," Jimin slurs, opening his eyes wide and smiling before his face falls back into a state of lazy bliss. 

Yoongi would love for Jimin to cum once more but has no idea whether he can. His cock is limp and resting against his patch of cutely trimmed pubic hair, jostling with each slam of Yoongi's hips against his thighs. 

"Not gonna last at this pace," Yoongi warns through grit teeth, his high climbing fast toward its breaking point. 

"Fill me," Jimin mutters dazedly. "Make me messy."

"Say my name," Yoongi rasps as he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes closed, gripping harshly to Jimin's soft hips. 

"Yoo—" Jimin sighs, bowing his back. "Yoongi. Please, Yoongi."

Pleasure courses through Yoongi, flowing like lava in his bloodstream. He keeps his pace steady, holding back from slamming too fast or too deep. Cum and lube squelch around his cock, and the thought of watching it drip from Jimin's used, puffy hole is just the push he needs to reach orgasm. 

"Fuck, Jiminah," Yoongi groans, dragging blunt fingernails in streaks along Jimin's sides. "I'm—ahh, fuck!"

Yoongi's body tenses and releases in waves of pleasure – white-hot and overwhelming. He quakes as he spurts his cum into Jimin's begging, fluttering hole, babbling nonsense, attempting to praise, failing around each syllable. Jimin sobs and squeezes, trying but failing to reach for Yoongi. 

With a chuckle, Yoongi leans forward, hands slipping and crashing into the mattress, dripping sweat from his forehead to Jimin's chest. Now that he is within reach, Jimin reaches and clings, grabbing Yoongi's shoulders and yanking down until Yoongi gives in and falls forward. Pleasure continues to tremble through him – chest heaving and jumpy as he does his best to settle and relax. 

"Holy shit," he mutters into Jimin's clavicle, covering his face in sweat. "That was—"

"Amazing," Jimin coos. 

Yoongi smiles and nods, kissing anywhere his lips reach in slow movements. "Amazing."

Where they lay in the center of the bed, Yoongi is unable to stretch his legs far before hitting the headboard, so they stay in a ball while he catches his breath and litters Jimin's shoulder, neck, and chin with affection. It takes time, but Jimin begins to come back to earth, clinging a little more purposefully. 

"You made me messy," he mutters with more clarity than Yoongi has heard for a while. 

"Lemme see," Yoongi says as he sits up, groaning from his soft cock sliding from where it was nestled nice and warm. 

Jimin groans shyly, covering his face with his hands as Yoongi sits up and lifts his spread legs. He puts up a tiny amount of resistance, but Yoongi holds firmly, nibbling his lip, trusting Jimin to use his safe word if he really does not want to be teased. 

Dropping a leg to the side, Yoongi uses his thumb to press pearly liquid back into Jimin's puckered hole, grinning like an idiot when Jimin whimpers, legs shaking. 

"Messy baby," Yoongi teases, earning his arm a light smack from Jimin's foot. 

Yoongi pulls his fingers away and watches as Jimin tenses, causing the cum to dribble back out. He rubs his hands over Jimin's shins and calves, watching as Jimin heavy-blinks at the ceiling. 

"Shower?"

Jimin's gaze finds Yoongi's, and he smiles, then nods. "Carry me?" he asks with a cute bat of his lashes that makes Yoongi's heart go haywire.

And although Yoongi makes a show of rolling his eyes and being indignant, he gets up and stretches, then turns his back to Jimin and taps his shoulder. 

"Get on."

"Ooh, piggyback?" Jimin shouts, and Yoongi turns his head in time to see Jimin sit high on his knees and fling himself over Yoongi's shoulders. 

Yoongi links his arms around sweaty thighs and has to bend and hop a few times to get Jimin in place – a mildly humiliating task while nude – then he is off, kicking discarded clothing items along the way. 

"We should take a bath," Jimin mutters into Yoongi's shoulder. 

Yoongi hums and nods, turning left into the hallway and again into the bathroom. "Anything you want."

Although Yoongi would love to dote on Jimin hand and foot, he is grateful when Jimin slides off his back and begins the bath, finding sweetly-scented bubble products to squeeze into the stream and controlling the temperature. Jimin slides out of the lace garter and mesh stockings, and sinks into the tub when the water is barely a few inches high. Yoongi presses a kiss on his forehead before leaving to fetch a glass of cool water from the kitchen, lingering just a moment to take in the sunflower pan holders and mismatched cooking utensils. 

Yoongi returns with the glass to his lips, taking slow, steady sips and smiling over the rim. 

"Sit up and drink this," he instructs a sleepy Jimin, whose cheeks are pinkened from the warm water. 

Once the bath is full, Yoongi slots himself behind Jimin, fitting perfectly with his legs outstretched. He rubs Jimin's shoulders and litters him with kisses. And when the water cools, he insists they shower off, helping Jimin finger the cum from his ass while licking deep into his mouth. 

"I could get used to this," Jimin groans as Yoongi wraps a towel tightly around his hips and uses another to squeeze the remaining water from his hair. 

"Good," Yoongi responds against his lips, finding it impossible to spend too many minutes without touching and kissing. "Want you to get used to this."

"Stay the night," Jimin whines, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's middle and walking him backward out of the bathroom. 

Yoongi smiles and nips at petal lips. "That was the plan."

"Stay tomorrow night, too," Jimin groans as they hobble out into the hallway, bumping Yoongi's elbow against the doorframe enough to make him hiss. 

"Won't you get tired of me?" Yoongi barely utters slightly pained against Jimin's soft, greedy mouth.

Jimin releases their hug and pulls Yoongi by the hand back to bed. He has a pep in his step as he gathers his phone – shutting off the music, finally – and finds the lube bottle tangled in the blanket. 

"Doubtful," Jimin finally says as he crawls into bed and plops down, yanking Yoongi's hand until he sits and lays beside him. 

"Alright," Yoongi grins, wrapping himself around Jimin and pulling him close, chest to chest, on their sides. His hair is still damp, but he is unconcerned when Jimin beckons so adamantly. With a gentle teasing tone, he says, "I'll cancel all my foreseeable plans and live only to serve you."

Jimin smiles and hums, saying, "Good," into Yoongi's mouth. 

In a tangle of tongues and limbs, Yoongi sighs and sinks, unable to hold back the affection that overflows from him. He thinks he could also get used to this. 

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Prayer for a Fawn

Summary: angels who fell from grace were either tempted or defected. their wings were singed coal black, robes stripped of their bodies, left for hell to claim. it was every truly the guardians who got to keep theirs, gold trim adorning the now black feathers; a mocking sign of victory.

Genre: smut, angst

Pairings: angel!Taehyung x demon!reader | side Yoonmin, Jimin x reader

Words: 6k+

Warnings: heavy themes of religion, intentional temptation, sacrilege, dirty talk, degradation, mirror sex, marking, pain kink, oral sex, first time (virgin!Tae), male x male elements, all sex scenes here are consensual!!!

Note: i'm going to hell. Most of the religious events here are fabricated. I am in no way whatsoever mocking Christianity or religion. If this is a sensitive topic for you, I suggest you keep scrolling.

The clouds enveloped the moon, leaving the moonlight to struggle past the thick, grey, puffs. It was hell on heaven after Yoongi got more than a quarter of the angels to defect. Amidst the sea of standard-sized, white wings erupted a large set of gold-trimmed ones. They got a guardian.

The cherubic face flashed fear for a second, replaced with a mask of nonchalance when he saw you heading straight towards him. If there was anything demons sensed best, it was fear, weakness. Your lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Come. You are needed for... a grander scheme."

Turning your back to him, you started walking away, not bothering to check whether he followed you or not. You didn't need to.

The angel kept a good distance away from you, tense wings folded in defense. "What's your name, doll?"

"Jimin, Miss."

"Respectful. I like that."

The corridors got darker, quieter, the farther you led him away from the small assembly room designed to specifically hold defects. At least the common kinds.

In the rare times a guardian angel would get reeled in, he was to be brought to Yoongi, a special task waiting for him.

Satan's right man hand was in charge of the mere task of collecting angels; the Devil himself was busy with making the world go round, or rather, stopping it. It was certainly a new feat for Hell to grab one of God's favorites.

The door, oak wood stretching from the ground up to the ceiling, creaked open, revealing the short man hunched behind his desk, quill pen bobbing over a stack of papers. The fireplace behind him cast an eerie shadow on his face, making the throne he sat on seem two time bigger.

"We got a big one, boss."

His head snapped up, dark eyes piercing straight into Jimin. His stare alone was enough to make him flinch. Yoongi licked his lips, twirling the feathery part of the pen in his hands. "Is that Park? The Park Jimin?"

A twisted laugh cackled from the back of his throat. "The man himself."

Jimin held his place, even with Yoongi standing too close for comfort in front of him. The angel cowered under the latter's hatred-filled gaze.

Yoongi jabbed the pen at his chest, the golden end flicking up and down. Underneath it, Jimin balled his fists, every fiber in his body feeling as if it was set alight. "Remember this? Figured I'd pluck a souvenir out after you sliced my horn off."

It was during the celstial war, war predecessor to all wars. Lucifer had made plans to seize heaven, forcing the archangel Gabriel to lead the remaining angels in battle.

It was there, Yoongi, assigned general at the time, rode atop a horse of smoke and coal. He was about to charge into the pearly gates, when Jimin flung his sword at him - blade drenched in holy water - cleanly cutting off Yoongi's right horn and knocking him off the horse.

In the end, as the sun shone upon the bodies of angels and demons alike, Hell retreated back to the underworld - but not before Yoongi got a hold of Jimin's wing and plucked a whole feather off.

"I thought this would be the last place we'd meet in," Yoongi circled the shorter boy, stopping for a beat to stare at the base of his wings, before standing in front of him once again. "Your wings are a bit thick towards the base. Would make it hard for us to cut them off."

Jimin stayed silent. The demon hummed, then nodded at you. "Nicely done, ___. I'll call you in after the rest of them are initiated. Until then, I'll see what I can get out of this prissy bitch."

Your heels clicked against the pristine floor, the doors clicking shut behind you. The long corridor provided enough time for you to hear a few thumps coming from the room, followed by faint, high-pitched moans.

The washing of the holy.

It wasn't mandatory for all high class angels, but it was fun as hell. An insult to injury. Not only might they lose their wings, but also their crowning glory - their virginity.

Of course, demons are decent enough not to force them to hand it over. It normally took a while of convincing, sometimes the angels would present themselves to their desired partner voluntarily. However, never would they have it stolen away from them.

By the sounds of it though, Jimin was surprisingly quick to give in. You doubt Yoongi would actually cut his wings off after, since you knew they'd be vital to the plan. After all, you had one more angel to catch.

It was almost dawn by the time Yoongi called you back in. The room still smelled faintly of sex. Jimin was huddled in a pile of fluffy blankets next to Yoongi's desk. He was in between the lines of consciousness and sleep, chest rising up and down steadily though his breathes were a bit ragged. Seed was still dripping out his abused hole. The boy's large wings lay slack over the fabrics.

"I told you to go easy on him," you scowled. "How are we going to interrogate a fucked out angel?"

"Easy, darling. He's still good to go. If anything, I made him more relaxed," Yoongi replied cooly. He placed a hand on your lower back, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "This boy wasn't far from defecting. Easy to break. I'm proud of you for finally making him snap."

"I'm proud of you for going at it nonstop for five hours."

He threw his head back in a chuckle, making the other boy stir in his sleep.

"Jimin."

Yoongi's voiced immediately changed. His voice had a deep timbre to it, authoritative. Jimin opened an eye, peeking at him hazily. "Mm?"

"___ and I need to talk to you for a bit. After that, I'll let you rest, okay?"

"Where's the popcorn you promised me?" Jimin ignored him, unable to think straight in his blissed-out state.

You snorted at Yoongi's redening face, his lips pinched into a thin line. "Yes, we'll get it later. But for now, I need you to tell us how to lure your partner out."

"My partner? You mean, Tae?"

"Yes, Kim Taehyung," you perked up. "We thought he would've joined you."

"Taehyungie," he breathed out, head still in the clouds. His next words came out slurred. "I tried to bring him along. Good faith. Tough nut to crack."

You walked towards him, placing yourself on his chest, legs either side of his torso. He leaned up, catching sight first of your crotch, then your face.

"You smell nice. Am thirsty," One of his wings twitched, his attention caught once more.

"If you tell us how we'll lure Taehyung out, I'll let you drink."

He considered it for a moment, lips stretching into a small grin. "Why are you so bent on getting him to defect?"

"You're a major loss for heaven on your own. How much more if we got the both of you?"

You weren't lying.

Guardian angels were closest to humans. Having them taken down one after the other renders mortals vulnerable to temptation. Jimin and Taehyung just so happen to be two of the strongest angels in that area.

"Taehyung isn't a guardian angel. He's one of the Powers."

Your jaw dropped. Stunned, you turned to Yoongi, who looked as equally surprised as you, maybe even more.

The Powers were in charge of dealing with this very thing. Preventing demons and fallen angels from getting the pure ones. Maintaining the balance of the universe.

Taehyung was definitely one of the bigger fish to fry. Bringing someone like him down would pose Hell as a bigger threat. You couldn’t even think of the consequences if you failed. Worst case scenario – an exorcism.

“Where can we find him? How do we bring him here?” you clutched his chubby cheeks harshly, almost squeezing his face. His hand tapped lightly at your wrist, prompting you to let go.

“I can lure him out. He doesn’t know I’ve… turned.”

Jimin’s idea was plausible. The only risk is that he could still escape. In order to convince Taehyung to follow him, he’d have to go under the guise of a pure angel. He needs to keep his wings. Even if Jimin was able to escape, there was no way he’d get accepted back in heaven. Yoongi had already marked him, even better, taken his purity.

Yoongi noticed your hesitation, finally shuffling closer to the two of you. “If you think he’ll escape, he won’t be going anywhere bearing a demon’s mark. It’s foolproof, ___.”

“Fine,” The demon sent you a gummy smile, about to bask in his victory. “But I get to mark him.”

He shut you up with a wave of his hand. “By all means, please do. Stroke your ego. Maybe Satan would give you a promotion. For the meantime, I think you should reward little Jiminie over here.”

Jimin’s half-lidded eyes bore into yours. His tongue swiped across his lower lip teasingly. With a huff, you ruffled his hair gently. “Still thirsty?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

You stood up, pulling your shorts and tights off you. The only article of clothing on your lower body that remained were your black, lace-trimmed panties. Jimin groaned at the sight, a damp patch already starting to form on the underside of the fabric.

You resumed your previous position, only this time, your crotch was directly above his head. Your sweet scent engulfed the angel, the boy getting ahead of himself. He tipped his head forward, giving you a tentative, yet solid lick.

“Move the panties first, baby boy,” you tutted. Yoongi snickered behind you. You didn’t need to look back at him to know he was palming himself under his pants.

It took Jimin a few times to get a proper hold of the panties, his teeth scratching lightly against your clit in the process. He had the damp underwear between his teeth, doing his best to slide it down. Showing him some pity, you helped him ease it off.

He grinned at your now bare form, your slick dripping towards him in thin, translucent strands. You stilled above him, hands now holding his head down by his hair. “Be thankful for your blessings.”

Behind you, Yoongi smirked, letting out a throaty laugh. Incorporating prayers into your sexcapades have been an inside joke within hell. Looking deeper into it however, it was just another way of saying ‘fuck you’ to the heavens.

“Thank you,” he whispered as you lowered yourself into his inviting lips. He wasted no time lapping at your wetness. He licked a long stripe up your heat, stopping to suck on your clit. He swirled his tongue around the pink bud, making you moan.

You were dripping sin straight into his mouth. His tongue moved in and out of your pussy, still a bit clumsy from his lack of experience. Being holed up in heaven left Jimin with limited skills, but he was slowly working it out. He grasped at your thighs, refusing to let go. The boy was quick to learn.

“You like getting smothered in my pussy with Yoongi’s cum up your ass?” His cock twitched at your taunting. Yoongi let out a groan at your words, pushing you to taunt the angel more. You wrenched his hair back, pressing down harder on his face. The position would’ve made it difficult for him to breathe, but he couldn’t care less. He let you buck your hips further into his face, thighs tense on either side of his face.

He continued drinking you in like starved man. The lewd sound of him slurping at your juices drowned out the cackling of the furnace. Yoongi propped himself on his knees in front of Jimin, giving him a good view of the younger’s slick-covered chin, the rest of his face buried in your pussy. “Don’t waste a drop, little slut.”

After a few strong licks against your clit, Jimin had you screaming, orgasm surging through your body. You came directly into his mouth, eager tongue ready to catch your release. He ate you out through your high, your hips slowing to a halt. When you finally lifted your hips, Jimin gasped in big breaths of air. His mouth and the tip of his nose were messy with slick, along with his far-away look.

Shakily, you sat beside him, struggling to regain your composure. You looked over to Yoongi, who looked as equally spent as you. He had his zipper down, now flaccid cock resting in between his thighs. There were wet stains on his dress shirt all the way down to the floor. You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

“Taehyung normally descends to the mortal plane at the end of each month. Since there’s an influx of us fallen angels, I bet he’d rush there in two days,” You were surprised to hear his weak voice croak out. How was Jimin still conscious? He should be drained by now. 

“I think it’s better to discuss this when we are in a more... rested state,” Yoongi voiced out your thoughts. You nodded and waved goodbye to a half-passed out Jimin before heading to your own quarters. 

The plan was supposedly flawless. 

Jimin’s going to ask Taehyung to meet him near a chapel to avoid suspicion. After all, he wasn’t a fully-pledged demon yet so he can be within a church’s vicinity without sustaining burns. The gold at the tips of his wings were starting to fade, but he assured you Taehyung wouldn’t notice the difference. 

All he had to do was to lure him into Yoongi’s portal - one which uses the same energy as that of a seance, but stronger - and leave Taehyung in the area you have prepared beforehand. 

The place was a closed off part near the edges of Hell. A void; nothing but a stretch of seemingly endless pitch black. It’s where new demons would practice their tricks, like conjuring themselves out of nowhere or taking in the form of children. For Taehyung, however, the only thing you prepared was a singular strip of mirror sitting in the middle of darkness. 

You dug your nails into your palm, brimming with anticipation. Truthfully, you’ve never handled a Power before. It was rumored their faith was the strongest, which makes it all the better to break. 

A quick glance to the mirror reminded you of your outfit; an oversized white shirt and a pair of thigh high socks. You didn’t know what angels preferred, but you sure hoped he liked the white on you. After all, supposedly that’s Heaven’s staple color, not that you’d know. 

Sizzling came from behind you. Slowly a pentagram bore into the air, it’s lines burning a warm red before disappearing as quickly as it appeared. The second Taehyung stepped through the portal, the split second he realized he’s been tricked, Yoongi tugged Jimin back out and closed the portal, trapping him with you. 

He glared at you, hands balled into fists. You didn’t know it was possible, but you could already smell the sweet scent of fear on him. His large wings - even bigger than Jimin’s - stretched tensely behind him. Gold was riddled all around the feathers, halfway to the base.

“Let me go, demon,” his voice boomed. Instead of daunting you, he only made the arousal rise in between your thighs. “I do not have business here.”

“Demon?” Your laughter sounded like tinkling bells to his ears. He knew this was the start of your little test - and he promised himself no matter how alluring you made yourself appear, he would never bend to your will. “I am no demon.”

“Liar,” he spat. “You turned my friend?!”

“On the contrary, he came to us,” You licked your lips and started walking closer to him. “He knew how to treat a woman nicely.” You reached suggestively down to the ends of your shirt, skimming your fingers just where your crotch was. Taehyung’s eyes widened, cheeks blushing a furious red, before averting his eyes. 

“Tell me, angel, why is your faith so strong?”

He let out a yell of frustration, hand reaching out to grasp his sword, only to find it wasn’t there anymore. You laughed again, further annoying him. “Your blessed weapons do not work here. This is our domain. You are powerless here.”

“God will never abandon me!” He lunged forward, somehow materializing a small dagger. With a swift dodge, you got a hold of his wrist, twisting it, and making him drop the dagger. Before he could get it back, it burst out in flames. He knelt next to it, the ambers from the fire reflecting on his glossy eyes. 

“I’m an angel, like you. Believe me,” you stood behind him, lowering yourself gently to place your lips mere centimeters against his ear. You weren’t allowed to touch him until he gave you permission. “I know your faith is wavering.”

Taehyung shivered. He didn’t know if it had been a lucky guess or not, but he knew you caught him. For the past few weeks, Jimin would come up to him with talks of the underworld - how better the system there was, how much more liberalizing it would be. How powerful he could get. 

Angels and demons alike were not allowed to interfere with the living, but they were allowed to influence. Ideas gotten through dreams, a whisper in the wind, a conveniently placed poster at the right place at the right time. Except demons had always been more persuasive.

“You want to help people right?” You waved a hand at the mirror, watching the glass swirl into a mist, then parting to show off beaten-down houses by the slums of a city. Outside, a thin girl sat on the cracked asphalt, playing with her doll. There was faint shouting coming from the house - a man and woman’s voice. “Tell me, angel, don’t you think your god could stop this.”

His jaw clenched, the scene still on-going in front of him. “God would never-”

“Never? Has God ever shown you this before? How about this? You doubt your faith for a reason. You doubt it because you knew all along that God didn’t care about your precious humans!” Scenes of poverty, death, illness, shifted in rapidly. There was a flash of pain in his dark, brown eyes. Just a little more. 

He shut his eyes and quickly shook his head. He clasped his hands, bringing them closer to his face. Prayer after prayer made its way out of his faltering voice. Through hushed whispers, you could hear dozens of amen’s spilling out his mouth. With a snap, the imagery stopped.

After a beat of silence, Taehyung looked up, only to be met with you face just inches away from his. Your lips were curled into a smile, feigning an innocent look. “If you want to be good, you’d need help reaching those mortals. Just say yes, and I’d help you.”

“What do you want me to do?” His voice cracked, almost ending in a whine. You stopped yourself from smirking; he wasn’t a tough nut to crack after all. You placed a hand on he space between his legs, palm flat on the ground. 

“Defect.”

He stared at your hand for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, this was the right decision. He knew his wavering faith was punishable enough up there, so what difference does it make if he’d turn right then and there? He brought his eyes to meet yours, before gazing down at your lips. 

“I cannot touch you in any way, not until you give me permission to. Not until you denounce your faith,” you goaded him. 

“I-I accept. I denounce my faith and pledge loyalty to Hell,” 

Just as he got his sentence out, he let out a sharp cry of pain. He bent backwards, felt as if his wings were literally getting ripped off his back. He cried out, body convulsing in the pain, as coal-black started to seep into his wings, devouring the gold and white color it had. 

You slammed your lips against his, slipping your tongue in to distract him from the pain. He whined into the kiss, but pressed his lips harder against your. Shaky hands wrapped around you, clutching tightly at the t-shirt you wore. Eventually. he calmed down, pulling away to feel his sore wings. A translucent string of saliva still bridged your lips. Weakly, he looked back at the new pair of thin, black wings. 

“I can make the pain go away,” you whispered. You started palming him through his slacks. His member was already half-hard, and didn’t take much to make him stand fully erect. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please,” he murmured, nosing at your neck. You almost cooed at how submissive he was now, compared to how he tried to stab you just morments earlier. 

“Look at you, about to be a full-pledged demon. What would all the other angels say when they see you like this? I want to hear you say it yourself. What do you want from me?”

“P-please fuck me,” he whined. You tutted at him, unimpressed by his words. He urged on, gesturing to the tent forming in his pants. “It hurts, please make it go away.”

Guilt was bubbling at the pit of his stomach, but his dick was starting to hurt from the restraint his slacks gave him. Being new to these kinds of touches, these sensations, every fiber in his body was sensitive.

You cocked your head to the side, lifted a leg, then placed your foot lightly on his crotch. Testing the waters, you pressed down firmly, eliciting a whine from his lips. He tried to move away from your touch, but you only pressed down further, making his dick throb. 

It was painful, though he kept rutting into your foot. The pressure was enough to make the fabric rub at his skin with each jerk of his hips. He panted, letting out a cry when you twisted your foot from side to side. His hands clutched at your ankle, not knowing whether to push you off, or pull you in closer.

“You are pathetic. One of the strongest servants of God, yet you’re here, leaking from getting your tiny dick stepped on. You are fucking disgraceful,” Your words stung like lashes on his back. You withdrew your foot, surprised, but impressed when he didn’t make a move to pleasure himself. 

“Take your clothes off. Kick them to the side,” Your ordered in a cold tone. He quickly obeyed without a moment’s hesitation. Within seconds, he was back in his place, kneeling at your feet with his knees spread to show of his cock. 

Your previous words felt like sand in your mouth. He was nothing but small - an impressive length, along with the girth thick enough to stretch and fill every spot of you. Pre-cum was already starting to drip on the ground, translucent strings leading back to the red, head. His cock twitched once cold air hit his warm skin. 

The mirror stood dauntingly behind you. He couldn’t bring himself to look at it, couldn’t bear the humiliation to see himself like this. He was praying, how ironic, you wouldn’t notice how his eyes landed everywhere but on the glass. His prayers weren’t going to get answered any time soon. 

“What’s wrong? Look up. Look at me,” Shyly, he lifted his gaze to settle on your emotionless expression. Your lips were in a tight line, arms folded on your chest. You had moved slightly to the side so that his whole form was exposed to the mirror. Nodding to the mirror, you spat: “Look.”

Even with his fear of you, or rather, what you could do, he couldn’t bring himself to follow. His gaze only hardened, defiance making him clench his jaw. “Stop being stubborn and look.”

He shook his head, maintaining eye contact with you. Taehyung wanted to save what little dignity he had left. You couldn’t make him do it. He would do anything but that. 

Fed up with his bratty attitude, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and proceeded to  drag him closer to the mirror. He had no choice but to crawl after you, knees banging on the hard floor. He didn’t know what it was made out of, maybe polished obsidian, though it felt like marble. You stopped until his knees were touching the glass.

"Filthy brat." You squeezed the head of his cock, tight enough to make him whine in pain. He hissed through his teeth, pulling away from your grip.

"Defiled.”

You stroked with the same pressure through his length, whines turning into a low groan. He started to rut into your grip again. With your free hand, you tugged his jaw done, collecting his saliva with your index and middle finger to spread it all over his lips and chin.

"My sweet angel," you whispered into his ear, tugging his head back. His reflection stared back at him, lust-blown pupils, lips parted with drool dripping off the corners of his mouth. "Look at how low you've fallen."

"You call yourself one of the Powers when you submit so easily? You think your God will pride you for that? Answer me," With all your force, you shoved his head onto the mirror. His cheek was smushed against the glass, cock still in your hand. 

He responded with a low groan that turned into sobs. “Please! Please!”  He couldn’t think of anything else but how good the pain felt. He felt like he was going to burst. 

“You want to come? Does my angel want to come?” He nodded frantically, forehead pressing into the glass. His breaths were fogging up the mirror, thick, white streams flying out in spurts as you jerked him through his high. Cum was laced all over his thighs, some landing on the mirror. 

In one last stroke, you pulled tightly from the base of his cock, up until the head, collecting the cum and letting it pool on top of your fist. Taehyung was gritting his teeth, trying to catch his breath. He cringed when you wiped your cum-covered hand on his chest, but stayed still, letting you clean your hand on his toned chest. 

“Well?” You looked at him expectantly, to which he returned a face of confusion. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, mistress. Thank you so much. That felt amazing, thank you, I-” He let out a choked moan, your hand back at his cock, gripping the base tightly. He tried to squirm away from your grasp, the over-sensitivity starting to burn. Instead, you feigned boredom, though your heart swelled with pride when he called you ‘mistress.’

“We have to work on that mouth of yours hm?” His large hands weakly grasped at your wrist. “Have you ever used it aside from prayers?”

“N-no. Teach me, please.” 

You sat yourself in front of the mirror, your back against the cold glass. You spread your legs invitingly, gesturing for Taehyung to come forward. With a leg, you wrapped it around his upper back, bringing him closer to your crotch. His cheeks were dusted pink the second your scent hit his senses. Your wetness was smeared around the inside of your thighs, strings of it starting to drip down to the ground. “Mistress, you smell so good.”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” The order was firm, though you whispered it, eager to feel his tongue on you. He was kneeling in front of you now, face just centimeters from your pussy. His black wings cascaded from his back, laying down onto the floor. His big eyes were glued on you, patiently waiting. “Lick.”

Obediently, he licked a large stripe, from the end of your lips, up to your clit. A relieved sigh made its way out your mouth. “Keep doing that, dip your tongue inside me.”

Then again, he complied. Your threaded your fingers around his soft hair, bringing him closer. Taehyung lapped at your pussy, kissing your heat from time to time. His tongue flicked at your clit, making you jerk into his mouth. You let out a long moan, biting your lip in pleasure. 

“You’re doing great, baby. Focus on my clit more, suck around it,” Taehyung beamed in your praise, lips leaving your heat in favor of wrapping around your clit. He gave it fast, strong licks, pausing only to place his tongue flat against the bud, then slowly flicking upward. You mewled under him. It doesn’t feel like his first time doing this.

“My angel, you’re doing so well.” He groaned around your clit, appreciative of your praise. Lewd noises filled the room. He caught each drop, took it in with gratefulness like a man with unquenchable thirst. Each moan you gave him made him bury his face deeper in your heat. 

Your back arched into him. His hands moved to clutch at your thighs, nails digging into the flesh. You felt hotter, feet struggling to plant yourself on the ground. His wings would twitch, sending gentle gusts of wind around you. He started to get hard again, already sporting a half-mast. The second you felt close to coming, you yanked his head back, the force making him yelp in surprise. 

“Oh no, angel, if you want to make me come, you have to earn it. Get behind me.” You managed to pant out. 

You turned around. hands and knees on the floor, neatly presenting yourself to him. However, when you looked back, he seemed frozen in place, sitting on his thighs uneasily. You frowned, wiggling your ass at him, but still got no response aside from a loud gulp. “Is there a problem?”

“I- uh,” He shyly looked down at his hands. “We-we, uh, I-I haven’t...I haven’t really done this before, mistress.”

Upon hearing the slight waver in hid voice, your cold facade fell. You got up, crawling towards him, noses touching. “Hey, do want to call it a day?”

His eyes hesitantly flicked to yours, then back at his hands. He murmured under his breath, you barely catching onto his words “I don’t want to. I think I’m ready but... I don’t know. I’m nervous.”

“If you’re not sure about this, we won’t push through, okay? Ah, we really should work on your safe words next time,” You were about to stand up, when he pounced on you, tackling you on the ground. “Wait, wait, wait! I really want to, but I’m just really nervous right now. I’m sorry, mistress,” He lowered his head in shame, choosing to lose himself in the valley of your breasts. You almost cooed at how cute he was, hand moving to gently run your fingers through his hair.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” You felt him nod, rubbing your shirt up and down. “Okay. I’ll ride you, but you have to look at yourself the entire time, okay? You can only look at me when I tell you to.”

Like the good boy he willed himself to be, he plopped down in front of the mirror, legs apart, making way for his weeping cock. You knelt above him, pussy lightly placed on top of his tip, your folds starting to part already. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, asking him again if he was ready. With determined eyes, he nodded at you.

You moaned in sync as you slowly sank down his cock. The feeling of him stretching you little by little was absolutely euphoric - which he reciprocated when he felt your tightness all around him, drawing him in deeper. Finally, his length kissed your cervix, the fat member filling you up to the brim. 

Taehyung let out a breath he’s been holding in. Seeing your pointed look, he remembered your orders and quickly fixed his gaze on the mirror in front of him. Please by his obedience, you started moving, rocking your hips back and forth in circular motions. He grunted, bringing his hands to your hips, though not making a move to take control. 

“What do you think He’s going to say, hm?” Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his head. You sucked hues of purples and reds into his sun-kissed skin. They fit beautifully, like colors on a canvas, the expanse of his chest now littered with your love marks. Red crescents were stuk on his shoulder from how tight you were holding him. 

His eyes were glassy, mouth open when he stared at the boy in front of him. His state looked so feral, so untamed, different from his clean-cut look in heaven. The most drastic change – his wings – were outstretched behind him, black silky feathers reaching down to the floor. They served as a warning for heaven, and a trophy for hell. A constant reminder of his sin, his betrayal. And he loved them. 

 Suddenly, his cheek felt numb, before prickling with pain. His eyes re-focused and he looked down at you, palm red from slapping him. “If I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

He licked his lips, about to answer when he realized how hoarse his voice was. He cleared his throat. “He would be disappointed, mistress,” He replied with a small voice. 

You sneered at him, picking up the pace, seeing him fall apart little by little in front of you. “He would be disgusted. Repulsed. I’d watch you crawl your way back to heaven only to have the gates slammed at your cum-covered face. But you’d like that, won’t you? You filthy defect.”

He groaned, eyes fluttering shut. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, toes curling at how fast you were riding him. You felt so warm and so wet around him, walls squeezing his cock the best they can. You were stuffed. His tip speared at your cervix each time you slammed your hips down on him. He muffled his whines into your shoulder, head buried halfway so his eyes were still fixated on the glass. “What do you look like? Tell me what you look like.”

“Like a cum-whore, ma’am,” He grunted out, fingers digging into your hips. You clicked your tongue, smiling at him. You brought your mouth closer to his ear, lips almost touching his ear lobe. “What do you feel?”

“You feel so good, mistress! You’re so good to me. Thank you so much!” He cried out. Truthfully, it was starting to overwhelm him; the sharp nails on his back, the building pleasure, the pulsing of your heat. “Thank you for letting me fuck you, mistress,” He gasped out.

“You’re not fucking me. I’m fucking you,” You punctuated, bringing your hips down for the last time, before feeling thick, hot spurts shoot inside you. Taehyung threw his head back in a moan, tears sliding down his cheeks. You rode him through his orgasm, reaching the end of the line yourself.

You shuddered into him, your own orgasm shaking your whole body. He continued fucking into you, large cock beginning to draw his cum out. Long thin strings stretched from your thighs to his. By the time your release washed over you, you were both taking in big gulps of air. You collapsed onto Taehyung, and in turn, he fell onto the ground.

You laid there on top of him. His cock was still inside you, but you let him cock-warm for a bit. You didn’t want him to pull out too – getting stretched that wide, then having nothing inside you would only make you feel emptier than ever. 

His breaths were grazing the top of your head, arms around you protectively. You had to admit, even if you’ve just met him, you immediately felt attached to him. No doubt, you were willing to take him under your wing.

When your breathing turned normal, you tapped his chest lightly, looking up at him. His eyes opened halfway through, dark brown eyes peering back at you. “Hey, angel. Time to go home.”

[biaswreckmepls]

I've never requested or asked in here so idk if this is working lmao buUt. Do you know any fic that has the maknae line being babied/cared for? Doesn't have to be all three of them in the fic it could be one of them. 💗💗💗💗💗 is bc im soft for m' babies

This was a tough one!! I wasn’t sure what tags to search for honestly, ‘being babied’ is kind of equally specific and random. Let’s see:

New Fics

The Mystery of the Magical Mochi by babymina (Yoonmin, Canonverse, One-shot, G, 16K, Jimin wants to be babied but he doesn’t expect to be turned into an actual baby, Yoongi and the others take care of him)

Give Me Kisses by a_kiie (Taekook, Established relationship, One-shot, T, 0.5K, Jungkook misses his boyfriend and wants cuddles)

good as gold by cyphertonic (Yoonkook, Canonverse, 15 Chapters, E, 84K, Jungkook wants to be taken care of by Yoongi, smut)

-Catch me when I fall- by cookiesncream_03 (Platonic Taehyung/Everyone, OT7, Canonverse, One-shot, 1.6K, Tae is scared to jump in that one Run! Ep, all the members comfort him afterwards)

Maknae Jeon Jungkook by fandomtothethirteenthpower (Platonic? Jungkook/Everyone, OT7, Canonverse, 8 Chapters, M, 15K, Jungkook just being taken care of by his hyungs in one way or another, TW)

Still Wishing For Better Days by PinkuPrinceu (Platonic? Jimin/Everyone, OT7, Canonverse, M, 19K, Jimin being taken care of by the members every time he feels down, TW)

Bonus (Old Fics)

Tylenol (Yoonkook)

4 o'clock (네시) (Taegi)

Uff this was hard!! I’m not exactly sure what you were looking for, so I hope you like these!

[ao3feed-jinkook]

Take It Off

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36StNBf

by PoeticJustice1392

Take it Off! focuses on two couples. Yoongi, who is a conservative virgin working at his brother’s accounting firm, falls for the bold, experienced stripper, Chimmy (Jimin). He starts opening up more sexually, visiting Chimmy on his working nights and spending what he can to see more of that glorious man and his amazing ass. He realizes that he can’t afford to keep seeing the hypnotic dancer and becomes conflicted with his own morals, trying to decide what he should do. After all, he’s paid Chimmy every time. It’s not like they actually have a connection. Right?

Seokjin is Yoongi's step brother, who owns an accounting firm. He takes notice of Jungkook, a mathematically challenged employee, and takes him under his wing as his assistant. He discovers that Jungkook is having a rather hard time with his living arrangement. Seokjin takes him into his home to make sure the shy boy has a roof and food. However, Seokjin’s brother Kyungsoo has a habit of coming over and crashing. Worst part? He’s extremely homophobic. Seokjin refuses to turn him away because he’s all his brother has. But he has to make tough decisions when his brother begins harassing the sweet, innocent Jungkook, after noticing how he looks at Seokjin.

Words: 2309, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook & Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga & Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Subdrop, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Sexual Assault, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Fear, use of fear, I think that's it for triggers, Dirty Dancing, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Stripper Park Jimin (BTS), Stripper Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Virgin Min Yoongi | Suga, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Once instance of fleshlight use, Power Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Submissive top yoongi, Seokjin Jungkook slow burn, Yoonmin fast burn

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36StNBf

[sighobii]

Zealous (Part 5)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jung Hoseok (SOPE), Min Yoongi x Park Jimin (YOONMIN)

Genre: Angst, (eventual) fluff

Summary: “you know that feeling where you’re in love with your best friend who’s in love with your other best friend? yeah. that shit sucks.”

in which jung hoseok is utterly, utterly in love with a man named min yoongi

Length: 1,548 words

Warnings: Language

Prev // Part 5 // next

“Don’t you think you were a bit harsh”?

Jimin took his mug of coffee, and sat down on the couch.

“It’s called tough love. We all need it.”

The feelings of confusion filled up Yoongi. Taehyung had hurt Hoseok over and over, he couldn’t understand why anyone would go back.

Hoseok was an actual ball of sunshine, in Yoongi’s mind, anyhow. He lit the room up when he walked in, yet he’d let someone like Kim Taehyung turn that switch off.

He couldn’t understand that.

It took Hoseok months to get over it, yet he still goes back. “I think it’d be better if you didn’t curse at him, though” Jimin spoke with a concerned look. He’s never seen his boyfriend so angry before, and didn’t know how to mitigate it.

“It’s not the first time I’ve told him this. He can handle it” Yoongi replied, as he flipped through the channels on tv with a blank expression. His face was opaque, his lover couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.

Jimin rubbed his hand and held it tightly.

“Yoongs, I love him, but... he can make his own decisions, babe. He’s not little.”

“How about we don’t talk about this anymore, yeah”?

Yoongi had several reasons to dislike Taehyung.

However, even when Hoseok first got with Taehyung, he disliked it.

Almost feelings of... jealousy?

He didn’t want to hear or think about how Taehyung would caress his face, poke his dimples, hold his hands, kiss his beautiful honey skin, and hold him, not realizing he had the universe in his arms.

He didn’t want to hear them laugh together, talk about their future together.

It was an internal debate, whether he felt jealous because of his best friend being stolen by someone he disliked, or if he was jealous because he’s in love with Hoseok.

He figured it was the former.

He realized being in love with him would be dangerous. It’s a terrifying thought.

Hoseok’s probably never even thought of it. They’re best friends. Always have been and always will be. It’s for the best. Besides, he has Jimin. You can never complain when you have Jimin. And he was pretty damn in love with Jimin.

At least he thinks so. No, he’s pretty sure of it.

“How about we watch a movie until he comes home, okay? You need to calm down a little.” Jimin grabbed the remote and searched through channels as he let Yoongi rest his head on his shoulder.

It was about 10 at night. Hoseok was beat.

He spent the whole day with Taehyung, even though he knew it was a stupid decision. They did the usual, which had him disappointed.

They made out, cuddled, but he left. He promised (himself) he wouldn’t spend the night, and was set on keeping that promise. At least he followed through, and that was enough for him to not completely hate himself.

Although, he’d have to face an angry Yoongi, who would bicker at him as if he were a mom.

Hoseok flipped through his numerous keys, and opened up the door to the apartment. The lights were off, with the exception of light coming from the television. Yoongi and Jimin were asleep on the couch in the living room. A blanket draped over the two, empty coffee mugs on the little table aside them. They looked perfect together. Adorable, comfortable, you name it.

He sighed, too exhausted to even dwell on the image in front of him. He trudged to his room, not bothering to flicker on the lights when he got there. He immediately went to sleep as soon as his body hit the bed.

“Good morning to you, too, sunshine.”

Yoongi drank his morning dose of black coffee. It was 6:30am, and the two roommates had work.

Hoseok looked dead. His eyes were red, bags darker than how his soul felt at the moment. The sunshine doesn’t sport this look too well, according to the enraged pipsqueak who’s criticizing the decisions the other made the night prior.

“Not in the mood to talk. Tired.” Hoseok ate a piece of bread with butter on it, all without facing Yoongi.

“Being mad at me isn’t going to reverse what you did last night, you know?” Yoongi sighed. “You have no right to be mad, anyway.” Hoseok froze.

He’s not sure “mad” is the right word here.

“I don’t want to talk about what happened last night,” he said with a straight face.

“You can’t keep going back to him. I thought you were over him, Hobi. Don’t you remember the bullshit he put you through?” “I’m not a child, Yoongi. I can do what I want. I never said I was still into him. I’m not going back. He’s just a friend.” Hoseok felt tears well up in his eyes. Maybe if he hadn’t felt so enamored about Yoongi, he’d chase after Taehyung.

But Yoongi can’t know that. “I know you better than anyone else. Don’t lie to me, please. I have no idea what’s gotten into you, but talk to me when you’ve gotten it out of your system.”

And just like that, he left to work, leaving the sunshine alone. Hoseok choked up his tears and got ready to go to work.

2:30 PM

Hoseok’s day was just about over, he taught his last group of kids, and was about to leave.

That is, until Park Jimin decides to come in.

“Hey, Hobi!” Jimin lit up the break room with his smile. Hoseok felt a bit envious of that smile. That smile managed to capture Min Yoongi’s heart.

“Hey” was all he could manage to blurt out.

“Are you okay? I was there when Yoongi called you. You guys didn’t fight, did you...?” He had a worried look on his face. “I guess you could say that. I’m fine though, Jiminie. I just hung out with Tae yesterday.” Of course, Jimin knows the whole ordeal, but he’s not quite as aggressive as his lover is. He realizes he can’t really stop Hoseok from doing what he wants.

“I’ll try to talk to him, okay? I know he can be...”

“I know. Thank you Jiminie.”

On his way home, Hoseok stopped by Namjoon’s place.

He had to let out his feelings to someone, at least.

“You look like shit, man.”

“Thanks, Jungkook. That’s what a man always wants to hear.”

A tall, muscular man with chocolate brown hair answered the door. He wore tight black jeans with a large black sweater.

Jungkook. The youngest of Hoseok’s friends, he works as a dancer and choreographer at a studio. His talent definitely doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You lookin’ for Joon?” “I’m at his house for a reason.” “Boy troubles?” “I never said anything about a boy.”

“Please, Hoseok. You’re not slick. I can tell you have the hots for your roommate.” Jungkook winked and shot a bunny smile at the older. “I don’t blame you, I’d tap that”

Hoseok pushed Jungkook aside and entered, closing the door behind them. “You’re gross. Where’s Joonie?”

“You rang?”

In came Namjoon, wearing glasses and holding his little white puppy. Behind him was Seokjin, smiling at his surprise guest.

“Hey Joon, Hey Seok #2.”

“Can you stop saying that? I’m the eldest. I’m your hyung!”

“...Anyways, what’s Jungkook doing here?” Hoseok was puzzled, Jungkook didn’t visit too often. Usually, he’d invite them all out somewhere. “Hey, I’m allowed to visit without reason!” Jungkook pretended to be offended.

“He wanted to pet the dog.” Namjoon said, bluntly.

“It’s a cute dog. But what are you doing here, Hobi?” “You said it first, didn’t you?”

“What happened this time?” Namjoon already knew what it was. He saw the bags under Hoseok’s eyes, how unhappy he seemed. He’s not used to this site. Hoseok is a happy, extroverted ball of sunshine. Who almost never complains, but instead is a shoulder to lean on. Someone who brightens the room.

His spirit was broken. And that hurt Namjoon.

And so, Hoseok told the three of them everything. From Taehyung, to the little argument with Yoongi.

“That means he cares a lot. I know Yoongi, he cares about you. He doesn’t hate you, Hoseok. He could never hate you.” Seokjin had him in his arms, rubbing his hand as comfort. “You know him better than we do. It’ll be okay.”

“Hyung loves you more than anyone. I know that, at least.” Jungkook wasn’t the best at advice, but he loved Hoseok and wanted to cheer him up.

“I think you should tell him.”

Hoseok looked at Namjoon with a surprised look. Almost scared. He didn’t want to ruin this friendship, and he felt he’d be doing just that if he confessed. “Hear me out, okay? I don’t want to keep seeing you like this. This isn’t you. You can’t keep it in this long! You have to let it out to him. It’s not going to ruin anything, you’ve been friends for too long. Who knows, it might work out. If it doesn’t— at least you have closure so you can get over it. Don’t live in the unknown, Hobi. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Hoseok took in a deep breath.

“Well, I guess I don’t have a choice, now, do I?”

(A/N: gettin hot in here)

Masterlist

[vantaeto]

BTS ships as that one friend you have

NamJin: The Mum Friend TM

SugaMon: that friend that is obsessed with work

NamSeok: that friend that is just so passionate about everything, it's concerning at times

MinJoon: that friend that denies being the cutest person on earth no matter how many times everyone tells them they are

VMon: that one friend that's basically your older sibling

KookieMonster: that friend you secretly look up to but would never tell them

Yoonjin: that friend who never fails in making you piss yourself laughing

2Seok: the friend your parents would want you to date because they're so perfect but you know better

JinMin: that friend that is literally a 2 year old

TaeGi: that friend who always acts so tough and has a idgaf attitude but they're really a softie

JinKook: that friend that's much older than you and will constantly remind you of this but still acts like they're 5

Yoonseok: that friend that's constantly hyper and you have no idea how or why

YoonMin: that one friend that's the embodiment of angst

SugaKookie: that friend that's really deadpan all the time but is really the softest marshmallow no matter how hard they try to do the whole "swag" thing

JiHope: an angel. an actual angel.

VHope: that friend that's always happy but has really deep dark secrets they won't tell anyone

JungHope: that friend that always manages to brighten the atmosphere and look on the bright side

VMin: basically the twin you never knew you needed

JiKook: that perverted friend you love but are often weirded out by

TaeJin: that friend that'll support you in everything you do but also will roast you later

TaeKook: that one friend that everyone thinks is perfect but is really a huge meme

[tangerineyoonies]

Get to Know Me

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: Jenni, but my family calls me Guera

Zodiac: Libra!

Gender: female

Height: 160cm (im 5ft3)

Age: 19 (turning 20 on October 14 :D)

Time: 12:55pm

Favorite band/solo artist: Bts is my favorite group, as for solo artist Nicki Minaj

Song stuck in my head: Hobi and Yoongi singing  Otsukare!

Last movie I saw: Last movie I watched was Over Board ( the hispanic movie about the rich guy who loses his memory and stuff)

Last thing I googled: Taehyung dancing in heels 

Other blog:  I used to have another blog but as of a couple months ago (4 i think) I left it and created this one ^^

Do I get asks: I actually don’t get that many ^^ I love talking to you all so don’t hesitate to send me asks just to talk or spam about what made you happy or talk about the members ^^

Why I chose my username: this used to be the name of my BTS blog back in 2013 but then i deleted, thankfully no one had claimed the name since the so I was able to use it again :D

Following: 25 followers and im following 143 blogs ^^ (I don’t mind having low followers because its just the fact that you like my blog or what i post that makes me happy ^^)

Average amount of sleep: If I have school then 4-6, if not then around 6-7

Lucky number: 12

What am I wearing: a 3/4 sleeve hoodie with BTS’s old logo on the front and Suga 93 on the back, ripped skinny jeans, adidas, and a black snapback

Dream job: It used to be artist but now im pursuing Dermatology ^^

Dream trip: I really wanna visit Japan, China, Korea, UK, and France. I like learning about new cultures and i’ve always been fascinated by the pastels in Japans buildings, the liveliness at night in Korea, the architecture of UK buildings, and museums in France.

Favorite food: Sushi or Gorditas (the Mexican food)

Play any instruments: I play the violin, and I used to be able to play the piano and guitar.

Favorite Songs: Spring Day, Awake, The Untold Truth, Baepsae, Cypher Pt 2 and 4, Serendipity, Singularity, Danger, We are BulletProof pt 1 & 2, Just one day, The Last, Reflection, Fire, Mic Drop, Airplane pt 2, Hangsang, Do you.

Play(ed) any sports: I did color guard, badminton, and Powder puff football. 

Hair color: medium brown that fades into a pink and purple ombre

Eye Color: medium/lightish brown

Most-iconic song: Cypher pt 2 (GOOSE BUMPS EVERYTIME I HEAR YOONGIS VERSE)

Languages you speak/are learning: I’m Latina but I was born in the States. I know fluent English, Spanish and a bit of German, Italian and French. I really wanna learn Korean so I can better support the boys in their own native language and to have a broader language spectrum. 

Random fact: I am naturally a smiley person and it may come off as fake at times but i’m genuinely happy about most things that happen to me or another person. For me I get more happy when I make others happy :D 

Describe myself as an aesthetic: Imagine Dark and Wild BTS Era + No More Dream Era + You Never Walk Alone Era + LY: Tear +Serendipity = Me. I like trying to look tough (I got seven piercings on my left ear and three on my right) with my piercings and dyed hair but I contradict it by wearing pastels, and really bright colors. imagine this: pink hoodie +leather jacket + all my piercings + hair curled in a half pony tail + pink/reddish eyeshadow with a eyeliner wing + white adidas and glittery lip tint. Thats a normal outfit for me xD. I’m a mix of soft but harsh colors. I’m very much introverted but I like bringing attention to myself without actually being the center of attention (if that makes sense sdkjfdsf). In short my aesthetic is the mix of yoongis sense of style and jin/jimin/taehyungs. 

ahhhhhh @agustdyccngi thank you so much for tagging me, you’re so sweet and I absolutely adore your writing <3 

Im gonna obviously tag  @jiminie-tm first xD

and I’m gonna tag you guys because you are some of my favorite blogs that I follow or see in my notifications ^^ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ : @screaminghoseok @denim-jins @imtotallynotfiree @bangtanchantan @iceisprettycool @yoonmin-advocate @littlexbts @fakehlove @mintysugasweet @agustwink @hobioh @lustmaze @chimchimjiminin @kimdaily @seokin @youknowhyungiknow @mukbangs @agustdz @hoseokx 

[dawnstruck]

Yoonmin Drabble #17

“It was challenging,” Yoongi says, feeling Jimin nod beside him. “To be in love but not allowed to show it... that's really tough.”

In Korea, idols generally had to hide if they were dating. Gay men had to hide if they were dating. Gay idols... well. The maths was easily done.

“In the beginning, we hid it from everyone,” Jimin explains. “When we... when we first kissed, it felt like a spur of the moment thing. We were a little drunk and afterwards we just laughed it off. But. The truth was, the tension had been there for a while.”

“We sneaked around for a few weeks,” Yoongi remembers what had felt terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. “Nearly got caught. Decided to break it off.” He takes a deep breath, trying to school his features. He and Jimin had mutually agreed that it was for the best, but that still hadn't stopped Jimin from crying his eyes out and Yoongi from locking himself away in his studio for days on end.

“That's easier said than done when the other person is just constantly there,” he adds. And they perhaps managed to hide their broke hearts from the cameras, but that didn't mean their friends didn't notice that some rift had developed between them. “Eventually, we just – that sounds so stupid now but – we sat down with the other members and basically asked for their permission.”

The others had been varying degrees of surprised and accepting. Hoseok and Taehyung had been screaming and laughing mostly, until Namjoon had severely sobered the mood by congratulating them and following it up by pointing out how dangerous all of it was.

“We compromised on telling our producers and managers who were mostly very understanding,” Jimin says. “They warned us, of course, but they also knew that supporting us would be the best way to go.”

A forced break-up would have hurt the team dynamic. A hostile environment would had made them spiteful. Bighit did not want a scandal but they also did not want to lose the figureheads of their company. And, as the boys had made it very clear, if Jimin and Yoongi had to leave, they all would.

“We came up with a battle plan, really,” Yoongi purses his lips. “We were still allowed to interact, of course, but our screen time together was limited. Sometimes, we played up the fan service with other members, as a distraction.”

“But other than that, we were just like regular couples,” Jimin say reveals with a little laugh. “We went on dates, we held hands, we visited each others' families. Sometimes, we grew reckless and had to be reminded to be more careful.”

They were in a good place, of course, compared to some other people. People who had to fear for their lives just because of whom they loved. But the worry was still always there.

“We also had everyone else to consider,” Yoongi points out because someone idiots on the internet and in the news did not seem to understand that this was larger than just two young men who happened to enjoy kissing each other. “There were the other members, obviously, because we didn't want to endanger their careers. But also our managers and stylists and our company in general. A scandal could have made people lose their jobs, could have turned away trainees. We couldn't risk that.”

“On the other hand,” Jimin pipes up, “We also had it easier than other idols who are secretly dating. Because we were actually together all of the time. That can be a challenge all of its own, to date one of your closest friends who is also your roommate and your colleague. You have to find ways to take a break from each other and to even have something to talk about sometimes. But since we were so busy, just being alone together felt like a vacation each time.”

“You learn to count you blessings,” Yoongi agrees. There had been many moments throughout his life that he would not have made it through without Jimin's love, without the support of his friends and the encouragement of his family. Looking back at it made it all feel very far away, but his heart still ached as though it had happened yesterday.

The glare of the spotlight is still upon them now, as are the camera lenses and the curious eyes in the audience, the sharp little nods of the interviewer. Five years ago, he never would have dared to imagine a moment like this, openly admitting to his feelings, to their relationship. But, maybe, the world was a beautiful place after all.

“And that is why,” Jimin says, eagerly grasping Yoongi's hand in his and giving it a tight squeeze before lifting it up for everyone to see, “We would like to announce our engagement.”

The crowd erupts into euphoria and Yoongi can feel the weight lift off his chest.

[yoonminist]

yoonmin au where jimin gets the neighbourhood bad boy min yoongi to fake date him to help him get back at his uptight parents. yoongi’s in it for the free food and occasional payment in the form of gifts, but doesn’t expect to actually fall for him

it’s summer! jimin’s friends are all going on a tour around europe but for whatever reason, his parents won’t let him go

they wouldn’t even listen to taehyung, and they LOVE taehyung

so jimin is going to be all alone for the summer without any friends, and he doesn’t want to make tae stay just for him so he sadly sees all of his friends off

he has nothing to do so a few days later he tags along with his parents to lunch

and on the way home when they’re passing this music store his mother bumps into this teen who has a cigarette in his mouth; isn’t watching where he’s going because he’s laughing at something with his friends

he bows in apology but she only curses at him and continues on her way home

but jimin's intrigued

he spends the next few days hanging around the music shop, looking for cds for his friends, getting friendly with the older kids who work there

and then he sees that first kid

he finds out his name is yoongi and he works in the store, but one of the first things he asks is “yoongi hyung, do you wanna go out with me?”

“fuck you ?? no i don’t even know you?”

he explains the situation to yoongi--his mother’s fine with him being gay but a boyfriend like yoongi hyung would really make her regret not letting jimin go on that trip--but he still refuses (even though jimin’s logic makes him laugh) so he decides to just keep persisting because the other kids aren’t as tough as yoongi and would probably chicken out after meeting his mother

plus yoongi’s the cutest

yoongi EVENTUALLY agrees but just because jimin mentions payment

“yes!! you can eat whatever you want from my house and i’ll even buy you gifts. you know, just to make everything look convincing.”

so their first ~date~ is a fancy dinner date at a restaurant, paid for by jimin, and afterwards they go to jimin’s house to hang out

they’re in his room just talking. jimin found out that yoongi makes his own music, and when he asked about it, yoongi just wouldn’t stop

it’s endearing; jimin almost forgets that it isn’t a real date until he hears his little brother coming up the stairs to offer them drinks

“quick, make it look like we were in the middle of something”

jihyun walks in on the both of them lying on jimin’s bed facing each other, bright red and pretending as if they were in the middle of whispering sweet nothings to each other

“hah,” jimin sighs when jihyun squeaks out an apology and shuts the door behind him, “so far so good, eh hyung?”

for the next date yoongi picks jimin up in his truck. which his mother hates. but yoongi had plans and jimin wanted to leave the house to he takes him along to meet his friends namjoon and seokjin and hoseok who immediately fall in love with him

“how did you know yoongi again?”

“he’s my boyfriend!” jimin tells them, linking his arm with yoongi’s

“literally. fuck you.”

after their little day spent hanging in namjoon’s house making music and watching movies, jimin asks yoongi to drop him off and maybe stay for dinner

but yoongi can’t, so instead jimin sends him off with money for dinner

“do i look like a charity case to you?” “you agreed to be paid, didn’t you hyung?”

the next week when jimin goes to visit yoongi at the music store he finds out that yoongi’s off work so he calls him and asks if they can ‘go on a date’

and yoongi doesn’t see why not so he takes jimin out shopping, and then the arcade (where he wins him a toy) and then the studio (because he heard jimin singing under his breath earlier and knew right then and there that he wanted to make a song with those vocals)

they end up having a lot of fun, yoongi even pays for the whole thing since jimin’s the one who’s been funding the dates so far

“i’ll see you later. this was fun, jiminnie.”

they’re doing homework in jimin’s room a few days later when someone starts coming up the stairs

“i think that’s my mom”

“and?”

“kiss me”

“what”

it’s clumsy but jimin’s mother walks in on jimin in yoongi’s lap, yoongi’s hands up his shirt, jimin’s hands cupping yoongi’s cheeks because yoongi was frozen a moment too long and he had to make the first move

she gets all flustered and leaves

“you have to stay with me longer hyung, she’s going to kill me”

so yoongi stays for an awkward family dinner where jimin’s holding his hand under the table almost the whole time just to Really Sell It

(yoongi’s pretty sure it’s because he’s worried about his mother) (it’s almost funny)

even when they say goodbye it’s in front of his mother

yoongi pretends he’s kissing him on the cheek but instead he asks, “want me to kiss you for real?”

jimin nods yes so yoongi does, tilts his chin up with his finger and kisses him soft and sweet

“good night, jimin,” yoongi murmurs right before sending him a wink and leaving

“bye”

his mother saw and she really has a grudge against yoongi because of his first impression and cocky demeanor so she yells at jimin about how she doesn’t like him

but jimin’s on cloud 9 and can’t find it in him to care

until the next morning when his stricter-than-mom dad comes back home after a business trip and hears about jimin’s new boyfriend

jimin runs out before his dad can confront him about it and ends up wandering around in the park since all of his friends are gone and he can’t go to tae’s as usual

but yoongi happens to be there with his friends and as soon as he sees jimin looking somewhat distressed he abandons them to go and comfort jimin

they just hang out there, jimin leans on him and yoong’s playing with his hand and fingers in an attempt to comfort him until jimin decides he should go home

“should i walk you home?” jimin refuses so yoongi sadly watches him go

except later that night jimin accidentally sends yoongi a vent-text about his parents intended for tae

and doesn’t pick up yoongi’s subsequent calls so he gets a text instead: “jimin. i’m coming over.”

it’s almost three in the morning but sure enough, a little while later yoongi’s knocking at his window

“everybody’s asleep hyung, couldn’t you have used the door?” “NOW you tell me?”

jimin vents to yoongi and yoongi comforts him and then they end up talking again, about everything. yoongi lets him listen to the final version of the song he recorded with jimin’s vocals, then he insists on seeing jimin’s drawing because he never once failed to notice the art plastered all over his walls

they’re in the middle of laughing over something when jimin suddenly turns quiet. “hyung. we’re fake-dating, right?”

“oh... yeah.”

“can i kiss you?”

“yeah”

they wake up the next morning lying on each other, jimin shirtless, yoongi pant-less because that’s just how they sleep

yoongi didn’t expect to stay and he has a morning shift so after kissing his forehead as a 'good morning' he runs out of jimin’s house (through the front door this time) whilst pulling his shirt on

except jimin’s parents see and assume the worst of jimin and his boyfriend and immediately start yelling at him--they could tolerate his boyfriend if they HAD to, but unsafe sex is way too far 

jimin doesn’t even get the chance to explain because they’re going off on one but it escalates so much so that they decide to send him to his grandmother in busan for the rest of the summer 

and they delete yoongi’s number too, so that he can’t try to keep in touch

jimin doens’t see the point of fighting with them anymore

he’s actually in busan when yoongi texts him like a week later asking how he is and if everything’s okay because his phone broke and for some reason his parents wouldn’t let him in

so jimin tells him he’s in busan

“text me your address”

jimin thought yoongi was going to send him a letter but yoongi’s there on his doorstep that evening

“i missed you.”

“so.. you came all the way here just to--”

“park jimin you idiot, i like you.”

jimin’s grandmother invites him in and is absolutely Charmed by him, so after hearing everything she lets yoongi take him back to seoul the next morning

and yoongi does, he takes jimin with him and marches over to his house with jimin’s tiny warm hand in his, and he tells them off

and they’re furious but yoongi can be worse when provoked so he sits them down and explains everything and tells them about what a gross misunderstanding it was until they see sense and decide to apologise to both jimin and yoongi

they let them ~carry on~ dating and promise not to get involved with their relationship anymore

so yoongi decides to stay the night just to rub it in a little also because he missed jimin “bothering him” in the music store that whole week

(secretly, that’s yoongi and jimin’s first day)