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Jimin once had a conversation with a friend about her ex-boyfriend who happened to be a dragon hybrid, the conversation strayed from the romantic side of the relationship to how they got intimate with one another. She talked for hours on how being with the hybrid was nothing like being with human and this had Jimin intrigued. It all started with one click on a video from Dragon Hybrid tab on a porn site and down the rabbit hole he went. One thing led to another and months later he found himself on an online sex shop where he purchased a dragon dildo.
The only person that knew about his curiosity is Tae, who found his toys by accident. It was extremely awkward to explain to Taehyung what it was, his best friend hounding him and refusing to let the topic go until he promised he won't hurt himself with the toy. But his best friend didn’t just stop there though, he kept on trying to get Jimin out on a date so he could get laid. When Jimin tried to tell him that he doesn’t want to sleep around Taehyung just changed his reason to getting Jimin a boyfriend. Thankfully, Taehyung never tried to set him up with any of his hybrid friends, so he agrees to go out sometimes.
The thing about Jimin and hybrids was, Jimin is shy and dragon hybrids are intimidating with their posture and the strong gaze that makes him want to hide, so he never tried to go out with any of them. Those men scare him. He never was a big fan of having sex with strangers outside of couple drunk mistakes but it almost happened once. Well, it wasn’t even almost because as soon as this man kissed Jimin there was saliva all over Jimin’s mouth. A wet kisser. He had never before detached himself from a guy this fast, made a flimsy excuse and never looked back.
Jimin knows well that he can satisfy his curiosity by playing with himself, right after the peak he feels better and there is no guilt that follows after a random hookup. Besides, he is tired and busy now, his job is the main reason for him to force himself out of bed every morning.
He works in an artist management agency as an event manager and he loves his job. Sure, it's not what he had planned when he was picking his University major nor was it his choice when he was asked what he was going to do after he graduated but he found himself falling in love with his summer job in his last year of school. He still ended up finishing his law degree despite that and even worked as a part-time during the school year delivering coffee in a big company just to make ends meet. He ended up getting a full-time job at the same agency right after graduating. Although it took him much longer to start earning the money he could be making if he would work as a lawyer still, there wouldn’t be the same happiness he feels whenever he can witness a concert he had planned down to the very second the lights go off and the music starts.
With a promotion at work, he can finally be a little more comfortable and move to a better apartment from a place with two small rooms, a kitchen, and a claustrophobic bathroom. But with the promotion also means that he doesn’t have time to move on his own, so he had to call a moving company to help.
Jimin didn’t see a problem with hiring strangers even when Taehyung tries to make him take a day off and do it himself, with help from his friends. No matter how hard his best friend tries to talk him out of it, telling him about all the stories about people who got robbed, he orders a team of movers while looking into Tae’s eyes in defiance.
When finally the day of moving arrives, his apartment is full of boxes on top of even more boxes. Jungkook coming around to help even if the younger was asked multiple times not to waste his time. But Jungkook was as stubborn as Jimin and makes his way into the apartment by sheer force just to put things into boxes, helping the elder pack against his wishes.
It was precisely seven in the morning when he hears a doorbell and rushes to open it.
The first thing he saw was the aura of the man standing in front of him, so strong that makes him feel small. It shouldn't be surprising, to see somebody with incredible strength working in a moving company but Jimin couldn’t help but cower slightly under the intensity.
He could tell straight away that the man is a dragon hybrid. It all goes down to the way dragon hybrids carry themselves, how they walk and the way they speak. Most people don't really pay attention to those things but Jimin gets incredibly scared for no reason.
Jimin doesn't even have time to think about the way this man’s cologne makes him a little bit dizzy. He greets him shortly, mindlessly putting his keys in the other man’s big hands and runs out of the apartment, Jungkook walking after him without a rush. He runs down to the parking lot, he already has lost two minutes on the clock and he already knows he will be late.
“I’m sorry, Jungkook, I would give you a ride but I'll be late.” he apologizes quickly.
“Don’t worry about it, Taehyung will pick me up in a minute.”
Jimin jumps into the car, starting it before the doors are closed, giving Jungkook a smile through the rearview mirror before driving off.
Jungkook waves him off with a big smile “Bye Hyung!”
***
Yoongi started a moving company after he worked in one during his University years. He definitely could start his own business as an architect but somehow he found his life a lot less stressful when he didn't have to worry about deadlines after deadlines or if his project is perfect, and the money wasn't bad. Yoongi likes to put together furniture and move them around and now he gets paid for it.
He definitely could sit in his office all that and pretend to be doing paperwork, like he had been doing a lot lately but today he felt like he wants to go out and do some real work with his men.
Yoongi made it to the apartment building where his workers were already carrying things downstairs. They weren't surprised or stressed upon seeing their boss in the workplace. He finds his rhythm pretty fast, not wasting time since they will have to also put things into place at the new apartment. The faster they finish, the faster he can go back to his bed
Yoongi takes upon himself to carry down things that seem more personal from a small bedroom, where most of the space is taken by a bed. The work is going by pretty fast as everything was already packed into boxes He might even thank this person for not making them pack their things.
He doesn't have any problem with carrying things by himself as his natural abilities let him carry heavy things easier than his human workers. He knows he doesn't particularly look like he's half dragon, with his height, soft face and skinny figure. He might not look like one but he functions as he should, carrying the heavy boxes without breaking a sweat.
“Boss.” one of his employees says, “I think we got everything, we can fit in the truck.”
“Okay, don’t come back, focus on unpacking. Call somebody to come with the smaller car, we don’t have much left.”
While waiting for help, Yoongi moves all the boxes to the front of the apartment close to the door. He has to dismantle the huge bed since carrying in one piece might be dangerous. He finds a cardboard box sitting under the bed, something the owner must have forgotten about. Yoongi pushes it out of his way, planning to pack it with the rest of the boxes and the bed.
When the last parts of the bed are out the apartment all his men make it downstairs to drive away, leaving Yoongi to lock the place up. He takes a last glance at the place to make sure that he did not miss anything out and spots the box, still sitting where he pushed it. It's not big, he can just take it with him to the apartment they move things into. Yoongi picks up the box and leaves the room, he doesn't understand how but the grip on the box becomes loose and it lands on the ground of the empty apartment with loud thud echoing against the bare walls.
Yoongi’s heart stops for a second, the sound scaring him. He hasn’t heard any glass breaking but he is still scared he just broke somebody’s property. He reaches down to pick up the box and freezes when he realizes what’s the content of the said box. His mouth hangs open as he scans the floor.
There are different types of vibrators, buttplugs, and dildos laying across the floor. Yoongi feels like he shouldn't look at it but he has no other choice when he has to clean it up. He tries to not think about the dildos but he finally has to admit that there is, in fact, 6 different dragon dildos, in different shapes and colors laying in front of him. It's not a new view, it's a quite normal thing, in fact, he owns one himself, much bigger than those but that's not the point.
What shocks him is the number of them, it's a whole six dragon dildos. There is no human dildo and Yoongi can tell that even just by a quick glance by the way they look. All of the dildos are bigger than human, getting thick closer to the base that’s scattered with colored scales.
He isn't surprised to see such toys in humans apartment but it's the first time he sees them unwillingly and in this quantity. Yoongi feels extremely guilty so he shoves them all into the box quickly, snapping his open mouth shut. He shouldn't have seen it and he shall act like he never did. Even though he really wanted to meet this human and show them what a real dragon dick feels like.
Maybe they already know.
***
Jimin drives to his apartment on autopilot after a long day at work, a little weirded out by the lack of his doormat when he finally arrives. He spends a moment just looking at the spot where it should be laying and back at the door to make sure he is at the right door. It's his apartment, he was sure of it but soon he was getting a heart attack upon seeing that his keycode wasn’t working. He sits at the stairs after he called his co-workers, asking if any of them remember his door code, tired and with no idea how did he manage to forget the code when he gets a message from Jin.
“How is the new apartment?”
Jimin wants to scream at himself, of course, the the code won’t work when his lease agreement is no longer valid. He is not living here anymore. He now remembers that he should have been at his new apartment a long time ago, as getting here from his old place takes half an hour, one of the reasons for getting a new place.
He tries to drive as safe as he could while also getting to his new apartment as soon as it's possible. He makes a fast stop at ATM so he can pay the workers more in apology for his late arrival.
Jimin runs three floors up not wanting to wait for the elevator. He is almost there when he sees a man sitting on the last stair, next to his new apartment, playing with two sets of keys. The said man looks up when he hears the loud noise Jimin was making running up the stairs.
It's a different man than the one who Jimin saw when he was leaving his old apartment and it already makes him more stressed. They must have been really mad if they just left one person who is fresh in the field to wait for his dumb ass.
“I'm so sorry.” He says while stepping two steps at a time so he can stand in front of the man. “I wasn't thinking and made my way to the old apartment.” He's breathing heavily, not having too much of stamina since he doesn't have time for that.
The man laughs softly and stretches his arm with a set of keys when Jimin finally stands on the step below him. “That's not a problem. Those are keys to the building and garage you gave to the others.”
Jimin takes the keys from a man, wanting to look at him but feeling too embarrassed to do so. He hasn't had much time but from his quick glances during making his way up he could tell that he’s a handsome man, just his type. Maybe he would even ask for his number if he didn't make him sit on stairs and wait for him for God knows how long.
“You should have waited inside, it's cold out here.” He walks past the man, trying to even out his breath and make his hair look a little bit better.
“I don't mind.” The man shrugs his shoulder lightly
Jimin looks at the man, trying to shoot him a motherly look just so he can have a glance once again. He looks cute, with a round face and the cutest nose Jimin has ever seen but he still looks like a man. His raven hair falls freely into his cat-like eyes and he doesn't seem bothered by it. He's about the same high, which is a big plus right away because Jimin finds kissing very tall guys uncomfortable. He shakes off those thoughts, he doesn't even know this man.
“Would you look around? I still can move things around as I'm here, then at least you can have your things where you want them.” The man asks, pointing at the door.
Jimin nods and types in a code from his phone, which worked this time, before entering with the guy walking behind him. They take off their shoes quietly, setting them by the side before they move into the apartment.
The place is bigger than his old apartment, so the furniture doesn’t look as good as they used to. His couch looks comically small in the big living space, almost like it's an armchair. He walks to the open kitchen and right away realizes that everything is unpacked. He looks back at the living room and just now sees all the decorations that should have been packed. They look so well put that he hadn't even realized.
“Oh, you unpacked my things?” He looks at the man.
He looks at him, his eyes going wide for a second. “No, nothing personal. Just the decorations, we tend to do that.”
“That was unnecessary. I could do this myself, you must be so tired.” Jimin’s lips coming together to form a small pout
The black hair bounces when the man shakes his head. “We like to do this, it's calming.”
Jimin can't help but smile, liking not only what the man says but how he says them. Guilt leaving him right away.
“Let's see the bedroom.” He announces loudly when he feels warmth creeping onto his face. He wants to escape the man's eyes that seem so warm yet so sharp at the same time. He feels silly with his heart stuttering around a man he literally just met and who will be gone from his life in few minutes.
The room looks beautiful and just the way he wanted it. Of course, the walls still need some color and maybe a couple of new plants. His bed is what he was worried about the most, the frame is not the newest thing he owns and it’s heavy. He wasn’t able to move it even an inch so it was standing in the same spot since he moved into the old place. The color of the wood isn’t looking the best with the rest of the place, it’s too dark.
“How did you got it here?” He asks, amazement clearly in his voice.
The man moves into the room behind Jimin then, an observant gaze in his eyes as he scans the bed before puts his hands down on the mattress, “We unscrew it and put it back together here.” He answers Jimin as he busies himself with checking the bed.
Jimin uses the moment when the worker isn’t looking at him to quickly glance over his body. He isn’t somehow extremely muscular but the black shirt hugs his broad shoulders, he wishes he could see the man’s arms since the sleeve covers them. He still can make out the movement of muscles but nothing that would tell him more about man’s build. Somehow Jimin’s brain starts to wander under this man’s shirt. Does he have abs? Jimin hopes that he really doesn’t, like a fine stomach but nothing too hard and bulky, yeah. He likes that. This man looks like he could move this bed if he would want to and that makes Jimin interested. He would ask for his number but the fact that the man was waiting for him for a long time makes him too shy.
Jimin tries to remember Taehyung’s voice telling him “ Ask guys for their numbers. So what if they say no? You see them once in your life!” . It’s not really big help in this situation when he is clearly attracted to this man. Not only that, he has a warm aura and something inside Jimin wants to know him better, want to be able to call him and ask him about his day and drink coffee with him from time to time.
“I think it’s stable.” The man says, more to himself than to Jimin. “Do you mind laying down and checking? I don’t want to leave you with a badly made bed.”
Jimin, snapped out of his trance just nods in a hurry, rushing got get on the bed. He doesn't know how to act under those eyes watching his every move so he just lays down on one side of the bed in a straight line, arms next to the body. The bed seems more stable than it was if he has to be honest. There isn't that slight wobble Jimin was fighting with for so long, putting pieces of paper under every leg in hopes of finding the one that shakes the whole bed.
The man looks at him with pouty lips, eyes searching for something. His palms are still on the mattress and it sends Jimin's dirty mind into a place where the man crawls to him and kisses him, slowly underssing Jimin from his white shirt. It makes Jimin feel hot, embarrassed and he feels like it’s showing on his face. It’s a man who brought his furniture, he paid him for it. He isn’t here to flirt, they didn’t meet at a club and came back to Jimin's place to have fun.
“And?” The man asks when Jimin just keeps looking at him, not giving him any comments on the bed.
“I think it’s good?” It sounds more like an awkward question. "Check yourself." He blurs out, feeling like he got caught.
The main points on the other side of the bed, looking very surprised “You don't mind?”
Jimin looks with an open mouth between the spot and the man for a moment and finally, he collects his panicked mind, “Oh yeah!”
The man doesn’t crawl towards him like Jimin imagined he would, he walks to the other side of the bed and gets down with a grunt, making Jimin laugh lightly “Tiring day?”
“A little bit.” The man says. There is tension in his shoulders, that doesn't go unnoticed by Jimin who can't take his eyes away from the man.
They lay for a moment like that, in complete silence. From the corner of his eye, Jimin can see that the man is looking at the ceiling, both hands resting on his stomach. It's a bit weird, to lay here with a complete stranger in a silence. It reminds Jimin of that one time he had to share a bed with Jungkook, excluding the fact that Jimin wouldn't mind this man closer and he surely didn't want Jungkook close. Jimin can’t stop but take deeper breaths in, getting a good sample of the man’s smell. It’s not a cologne or any perfume that he had smelled before, it's strong but somehow it happens to also be sweet under all of the intense scents. It's fresh, it's warm. Jimin already knows he will be missing that smell.
Jimin’s mind goes into overdrive, as he keeps imagining waking up to this smell all over his sheets. He won’t lie to himself and say that would stop this man from kissing him or even undressing him. At first maybe he would act a bit coy, just for the sake of acting like he isn't horny for a total stranger. But only at first, after the first few minutes he would hopefully put on a show. Jimin haven't been this attracted to a man in a vere long time. Is he curious sometimes Yes, but he never thinks of those guys like this, never wants their hands on himself immediately. This one? He would actually let this man take him, he would love to make his sexual fantasies come true.
“It’s good, huh?” The man asks, his voice lower than before.
“Yeah, it’s amazing.” Jimin chokes out, his voice barely coming out. He once again got lost in his mind, imagining the nasties scenarios and once again he feels like he got caught doing so.
They probably talk about two different things but that doesn’t really matter.
“I’m probably starved for affection,” Jimin thinks, trying to find a logical explanation to his flaming want for the man to touch him.
After what feels like forever the man sits up slowly looking at Jimin, burning him with his eyes “I’m not the heaviest but I give it my approval. It can easily handle two people.” He smiles at Jimin politely as he gets up.
Jimin feels the strong urge to highlight that he is single so without hesitation he says, “It’s just me in this bed but-” He stops himself, shrugging, not really knowing how to finish the sentence.
The man stops in his track for a moment. He gives him a raised brow probably a question, his eyes wandering over Jimin, still laying in bed. There is a slight hesitation as he takes a step towards the bedroom door. He doesn't say anything, making Jimin's tighten as pure embarrassment punches him in the gut. What did he think would happen?
Jimin walks him to the door without a single word, feeling too awkward to speak up. He probably made the other uncomfortable with his weird comment, the man probably thought he implied something. Well, he kind of did and he shouldn’t. Jimin can't really grasp on the sadness that's somehow looming between embarrassment an stress as they near the door. Is this rejection? It wasn't one, there never was a straight up question and a straight up answer but Jimin tends to look for words that were never said. And now he feels rejected.
“Thank you for the help and for checking the apartment with me, really. I appreciate the hard work.” Jimin says while the man puts on his shoes swiftly.
“That’s not a problem.” He says when he stands up, giving Jimin a warm smile.
Jimin pulls out his wallet and takes out some bills “Here, that’s a tip for waiting and for the check.”
When the man doesn’t take the money, he looks up at him. Jimin can’t really read him well the blank expression could read as anything. Jimin already pushed into the man's mouth many words tonight and he doesn't want to speak for him again. He wishes he would have a gut like Taehyung, the bravery to just say what he wants to say.
“Ah, I won’t take it but-” The man finally says, smiling and reaches out to his pocket “Here, this is my personal number.”
Jimin tries his best not to show his surprise, trying to keep it cool in front of the stranger. The man laughs lightly at Jimin's reaction, scratching his neck “So whenever you need any help with furniture just text me and I’ll help you for free.”
Oh. Jimin gives him a smile, hiding the disappointment from the man “Thank you! But I’ll pay for that.”
The man shakes his head, slowly stepping out of the apartment “No need to, I enjoy that. Goodnight.”
Jimin doesn’t have time to respond before the man is storming down the stairs like there is a fire alarm. He closes the door and looks at the card.
Min Yoongi
xxx-xxx-xxxx
***
Days later the number was still stuck on his refrigerator, bugging him and screaming at him. He can’t really forget about it or more like he can’t forget the man who owns this phone number.
There are just so many questions circling around his mind. However, there is also some guilt about the way he was behaving in the man presence. The night they met Jimin tried his best to breathe in as much of the cologne the man left on his bed as possible and it makes him feel bad. Whenever his mind plays him back the way he smashed his face into a pillow, he gets a cold shiver of cringe. Why did he do that?
The only person he really tells it all to is Taehyung, his best friend. It took him a couple of days to say anything because he knows what the initial reaction will be - anger. Taehyung loves him to the core but he also treats him like they are brothers, which means he isn’t delicate when he gets mad. Jimin can pride himself in his ability to fight for himself and it’s all thanks to him and Taehyung drawing blood from each other when they were younger.
They decide to drink some wine to celebrate Jimin’s new apartment on the weekend. Jimin prepares a full history about the man he met, he tries to makes it sound less like he is a coward and more like he tried to actively do something.
His best friend shows up late which doesn’t really matter in their situation. Jimin still doesn’t understand why they set a time when they both know they will come when they will feel like it, which is always more than an hour later. He comes in and right away starts to walk around himself without feeling even a little uncomfortable in the new space.
Jimin busies himself with the bottle of red wine his best friend brought with him while he keeps hearing little sounds of amazement from different parts of the apartment. Before he is done pouring each of them a glass of wine Taehyung comes out of his bathroom.
“This place is huge!” He says, twirling around.
Jimin waits for him to stop and sit on the couch before he handles Taehyung his glass “It’s not huge, just bigger.”
He watches as his friend studies each inch of the new space “I love the floors, they make the rooms feel so light.”
“I love them even though I have already left black scratches on it when I was in a rush. I was scrubbing it like a madman after I got back home.”
Taehyung nods with a pout, something clearly on his mind “Just say it.” Jimin demands after a moment.
“I- Jimin, why did you take that ugly bed frame with you? It looks horrible, like an old person’s bed.” He states in the matter of fact without beating around the bush.
It’s not like Jimin isn’t aware but it wasn’t until the day after he moved in, when the daylight hit his new bedroom he realized how bad it looks. Every floor in the apartment, outside from the kitchen and bathroom, is a light, almost white wooden floor and the bed is dark wood with a completely different pattern. It not only is heavy in a matter of weight but is also making Jimin’s aesthetic ruined with the color. It bugged him, especially since he always wanted a white bedroom.
“It’s still a good frame, Tae. I can’t just throw it out, I would feel bad.”
Taehyung shrugs, dropping the subject easily. “Okay.” He then raises his glass “To the new apartment.”
Jimin smiles wildly, excited for some alcohol and some quality time chatting with his best friend. “To the new apartment.”
They both down the whole glass at once, as they always do. They chat about their week, work and Taehyung whines a little about Jungkook, which he does on a daily basis since they got together. Jimin fills him in on upcoming concerts that still weren’t announced, which he shouldn’t do but he does it anyway. Soon after they are done with the bottle and Jimin gets up to get the other one that he got himself. Taehyung is already laying flat on the floor, watching Instagram stories while commenting on everything.
When Jimin goes to open the fridge he sees the number stuck on the door and remembers what he was planning on telling to Taehyung. He hasn’t told anyone and there is a need, deep down inside him, to share it with somebody. He takes the bottle, the opener, and heads with a bottle of red wine to open it on his light, gray sofa with a white rug under because it seems like a good plan and there is no time to waste.
Jimin opens the wine with practiced moves and right away goes to pour them both another glass “Taehyung.” He says as he tries not to spill the wine, feeling a little drunk all of the sudden “Something happened this week.”
Taehyung raises up immediately and grabs the wine glass closer to him, holding it like it’s a warm tea on a rainy day “What?”
“Well-” He gets disturbed by a loud slurping sound “Are you slurping wine?”
Taehyung throws him a death glare “No kink shaming.”
Jimin takes a small sip from his own glass “Anyway, I met a guy.” Taehyung immediately looks at him with big, curious eyes “He was from the moving company. We flirted-” His friend almost chokes on another slurp “-and I got his number.”
Taehyung screams so loud the whole building probably heard him “You got what?”
“A number, you know? The weird couple numbers that you press into your magic box and it connects you to people.”
Tae throws him a disgusted look “Not funny.”
Jimin laughs at this, almost spilling wine all over his couch “It’s funny to me.”
His best friend climbs onto the couch and lays his head on Jimin’s thighs “When are you going on a date?”
That is exactly what Jimin was scared of, now comes the time when he needs to tell Taehyung everything “Well, we won’t”
“Why? Is talking to him boring?” He mumbles as his eyes keep closing and opening slowly.
Jimin starts to run his hand through Taehyung’s green hair “No, we- we haven’t spoken, to be honest.”
Taehyung no longer looks relaxed as he opens his eyes like he just had a nightmare “Excuse me?”
“He gave me his number but he said in case, you know, I need help with furniture.” Jimin says in his own defense.
Taehyung smack him on the back of the head “How dumb are you? It was surely an excuse!”
Jimin whines “You don’t know that!”
“Yes, I do! You said you flirted, right?
Jimin looks all around the room, not meeting Taehyung’s gaze “I think so but I might just be imagining things. You know I’m bad at this.”
“Did he ask for your number?”
“No.” He says with a pout “Also, basically ran away as soon as he left the apartment.”
Taehyung sighs deeply, laying a palm on Jimin’s shoulder, probably getting ready to give Jimin a lecture “But!”
“But what?” Taehyung smiles, raising one eyebrow.
“He said that the bed was good for two and I said that it’s just me and I think, I could be wrong? Like he looked interested?” He rambles, trying to get out of this with a face.
Tae looks at him in disbelief “And you think he gave you the number in the hope you will need help with furniture in five years?”
“No? Yes? Maybe not five but if I would need-”
Taehyung interrupts his babbling “Where is the number?”
“On the fridge.” Jimin feels like a scolded child.
From the open space, he can see as Taehyung zigzags his way to the refrigerator and rips off the number with much more power than the small magnet needed. He looks at the number with big eyes and open mouth, like he just found a golden ticket.
“There is even his name.” He says mesmerized by the piece of paper “Have you stalked his social media?”
Jimin halts for a second, taken aback by the question. It hasn’t even crossed his mind.
“Oh no, tell me you did.” Taehyung basically begs him as he leans on the fridge.
Jimin shyly shakes his head, giving his friend a tight smile. He has never seen a disappointment this big on Taehyung’s face as it is now. Surely, he understands why Taehyung is disappointed in him.
Taehyung almost loses his balance as he pushes off the refrigerator and slowly makes his way back to Jimin “We have to check him. I wanna see him.”
Without any hesitation, Jimin takes his phone and the card “What first?” He asks Taehyung, biting his lower lip.
He really hoped Taehyung wouldn't think bad about Yoongi. They have a different type but still, his opinion matters to Jimin more than Taehyung is aware of.
“Facebook, I wanna see the cringy shit.”
Jimin clicks on the app and searches the name, it’s the first result but it takes Jimin a moment to realize because his hair is gray. When he finally clicks the profile Taehyung snatches his phone right out of his hands “Oh, he is definitely your type.”
Jimin nods, smiling wildly “Right?”
Taehyung scrolls for a moment and Jimin just waits, knowing he will be delivered all the important pieces of information needed “So.” Taehyung speaks, looking up “He has just 283 friends and graduated in Business two years ago.”
Jimin cocks his head like a puppy, the information being more interesting than he thought they will be. Taehyung seems totally sober and he goes through the profile, reading some things from under his nose.
“He doesn’t really care I think, everything here is public. He got the account in 2011 and he cleaned it or he isn’t really big on posting. He has Instagram linked with Facebook, he isn’t scared of the Zuckerberg.” He states, looking at Jimin with a serious expression and goes back into scrolling.
Taehyung keeps making approving sounds that fill Jimin with a warm feeling of pride.
“His Instagram is full of artsy photos, I like him already.” It makes Jimin’s interest spike as he clings to his best friend to see better. Taehyung shows him everything he can find, including photos he is tagged in.
“Woah, those photos are really good.” Jimin says in a dreamy voice.
“My Jiminie has a talented boyfriend.” Taehyung sings as he keeps scrolling through the app.
There are over two thousand photos and Jimin can’t relate as he keeps deleting photos to keep an aesthetic. It’s full of photos from concerts, with friends, food, and sceneries. There are also a lot of photos of a mini poodle that warms Jimin’s heart.
Suddenly Taehyung blocks his phone and hands it over to Jimin “Text him.”
The nice, warm feeling is gone, replaced by panic “No! I won’t text him!”
“Do it.”
“No way! He told me to text him when I need help with furniture! I won’t bother him at night just because I thought he flirted!” He argues.
Taehyung gives up at this point, which makes Jimin relax. He doesn’t want to fight about it and there is no way he will actually text Yoongi. He might be his type but he is probably out of his league.
They move on to talking about furniture and Jimin brings out three different Ikea catalogs so they can discuss and mark what they like. It’s a thing they do since they were teenagers, they really never got anything but it’s fun to look and plan. They focus on beds, discussing what would look good in Jimin’s new room if he would want to buy a new one.
Taehyung can’t stop pressing Jimin into picking a bigger bed but Jimin doesn’t feel like he would want another big bed just to feel incredibly lonely at night.
“I want something small.” Jimin wines.
Taehyung jabs his finger into his side “So there is less space and you can cuddle Mister Min?”
Jimin looks at him offended “No! Because I want to!”
“But it won’t look that good, your bedroom is big!”
Jimin shoves his best friend “But the king size takes way too much space!”
When they finally settle on the king size, because Taehyung wouldn’t give up this time, they realize that there is no wine left. With a lot of effort, they stand up from the couch and go to the bathroom to get ready for the bed.
Jimin never lets Taehyung out of his apartment in the middle of the night, no matter what. It’s not safe. With time Taehyung stopped fighting back since he loved the sleepovers anyway. They always brushed their teeth together and talked quietly until they fell asleep. It was their thing that never changed.
Taehyung got to the bed first, when Jimin went to make sure nothing was left turned on. Jimin doesn’t even have time to fully lay down when Tae speaks up.
“You see, it’s good to have a big bed.”
Jimin huffs in the darkness “I thought you already won.”
It’s silent for a moment but Jimin can basically feel that it’s not a moment and he is not wrong.
“Supposedly, if he would ask you if you wanna fuck, would you?”
Jimin feels the heat coming up to his face “Stop.” He begs.
“So you would.” Taehyung states simply “Don’t worry, sometimes we all want our life to be like a porn video with HD and lighting.”
Jimin hides under covers, feeling exposed “Oh my fucking God!”
Taehyung just laughs at him, turning around and quickly falling asleep.
***
Jimin should have known better, he should have felt that something is up when Taehyung just dropped the subject of Yoongi. But he is dumb and not paying enough attention so when Taehyung sent him links to couple white bed frames and told Jimin to pick one he likes the most, he just did that. He wasn’t expecting Taehyung to actually buy one.
Before Jimin has even time to ask what are they doing here at 11 AM on a Saturday they just barge inside his apartment. Jin has a demonic smile plastered on his face, which means they have something planned.
“Jiminie!” Jin screams into his ear as he crushes him in a tight hug “I have missed you so much!”
“What are you doing here?” Jimin asks, not hiding his suspicious tone.
Taehyung walks right into the living room, Jimin can see him until he rounds the couch. He tries to move away from Jin to look at Taehyung since he is acting weirdly, not even saying a word, but his friend keeps on holding him.
“Hyung, let me go.”
Jin let's out a sigh as he tightens up his hold “It's your birthday tomorrow, right?” He says sweetly, making Jimin a little bit relaxed.
Jimin asked them not to plan anything for his birthday and not to get him any gifts but even if they did, he won't be mad. At first, he was scared they got another weird idea that will supposedly make Jimin's life better but those always end up making everything worse.
They can hear Taehyung walking around the apartment, whistling a song everyone keeps hearing on the radio. He comes back slowly, while Jin is still clinging onto Jimin. His best friend looks at him, smiling wildly as he holds Jimin's phone that he left on a coffee table and a small card.
“Jiminie, remember when we talked about your bed?” Jimin just nods, feeling more and more like he was right, they are planning to ruin his life. “Well, we all decided to get you a new one for your birthday.”
Jimin tired to wiggle out of Jin's arms but he doesn't feel like struggling too much so he gives up when his Hyung doesn't seem to care.
“I told you not to get me anything.” He whines, looking between his friends.
“We just talked and decided that this will make your life a lot better.” Taehyung says, looking more at Jin than Jimin.
Jin rushes to follow up “Yeah, we want your life to be more visually pleasing, in every way.”
There is it, the sentence he was scared of hearing. They are here to make his life harder, aren't they? At this moment Jin lets him go and pats his head “You deserve the best.”
It makes his heart melt, he loves hearing things like this from people he cares for. If he wasn’t busy over-analyzing every step his friends take he might actually shed some tears.
“I put your favorite red wine in the fridge and the bed will be here in the afternoon, I think.” Taehyung looks at Jin for a confirmation.
“Yes, it should be here around 4 PM or so.”
Jimin gets a little excited, a smile slowly appearing on his face “We will make the bed while drinking wine?” He starts bouncing on his feet, full of joy.
“Yes and no. You see, we both can't stay here tonight, we have things to do.” Taehyung says carefully.
“Yes, very important.” Jin puts pressure on the last word.
“Wait, so I will get drunk on my own?”
Taehyung hands him his phone with the card. Just now Jimin realizes what it is, it's Yoongi's number that he still keeps on the fridge just to annoy himself.
Taehyung gives him a weak smile “He said he can help you with furniture, right?”
Jimin gasps, looking between his friends with open mouth “No!” He hides his hands behind his back so Taehyung won’t be able to push Jimin’s phone into his hands and make him do as he wants.
“Jimin, you said he said to call him if you need help with furniture! You can befriend him!” Taehyung argues.
Jin puts his arms around Jimin from behind and stars rocking him to the sides “Come on, Jimin. It's a perfect opportunity.”
“I don't want to ask him to come in today. I'm pretty sure he would like information ahead of time.”
Taehyung makes puppy eyes at him, putting his hands together, phone and the card between them “If you will text him now, he will have a couple of hours. Just text him, please. If he can't, we will stay.”
“You said you can't!”
“Jimin.” Jin says in a tone that leaves no room for argument “Just send him a text, the worst he can say is that he can't help you today. It can wait until tomorrow, right?”
“Taehyung just said you will stay!” Jimin pout.
“Please, please, please. Jimin, my sweet soulmate. Please, just text him.”
Jimin pouts like an angry child, locking his arms on his chest “No!”
Taehyung throws Jin a hopeless look “I told you he won't do it.”
Jimin can feel as Jin shrugs “Then do it yourself.”
His best friend makes a show out of unlocking his phone but Jimin doesn't react to that. He won't believe that Tae would send a text like this. Jimin is sure Taehyung is faking typing in the number and the message so he just stands still, with a determined expression.
It's not until Taehyung flips the phone to them that he realizes his best friend actually typed a message. The message is waiting to be sent but it's there, typed into new text space.
“Hi! It's Jimin, the short, cute guy you helped with moving to another place? You told me that I should ask you for help with furniture and I just got a new bed frame. I was just wondering if you would have time today or during the weekend to help me with it?”
“No!” Jimin screams.
Jin wasn't ready for him to tear out from his hold with so much force and so wasn't Taehyung. He manages to run to the bathroom and locks himself inside “Jimin, it's for your own good! You will have a good time!”
Jimin bangs on the door “Taehyung, please don't send it. I beg you, I will get a Tinder or Grindr or whatever you want. Please, don't send it! He will say no!”
“Jimin, just let us help you get a date!” Jin whines behind him.
Jimin looks at him, body fully pressed into the bathroom door “But why him?”
“Because you like him, you moron!” Taehyung sings from the bathroom.
“Yah! Don't tease him!”
“Hyung, I don't want to. This won't work even if he will come. There is no way he would be into me.”
The thing is, Jimin would love to meet Yoongi but he is scared. He is scared he will be awkward or they won't click well and he will regret this.
“Jimin, you have to meet up with people to know if they are good for you. You can't just sit here and think how it would be if you would be together.” Jin speaks to him calmly, with a soft smile.
Jin is right, he is completely right “Hyung, can he at least delete the cute thing? That's embarrassing!”
“Taehyung.” Jin speaks to the door in the tone of a father “Did you hear Jimin?”
They can hear a groan and the door open “Okay.”
Taehyung shows them the phone while he deletes part of the message and before Jimin can try to snatch his phone away, the message is sent. He looks with horror as it changes from sending to delivered.
They all keep staring at the scream, standing really close to each other so they all can see. Before the screen locks itself they can see the status changing from delivered to read. Jimin's heart starts racing.
“He left me on read.” He whispers but before any of them can respond to him three jumping bubbles appear and stay there for a long moment “You will see, the bubbles will disappear and he won't respond.”
The bubbles keep jumping for a while and they all are getting impatient.
“He doesn't remember me.” Jimin panics.
Taehyung tries to loosen up the atmosphere “I think he is writing you an essay on how you should call yourself the cute guy.”
Jimin hisses at them both “I told you he wo-”
Jin doesn't let him finish as he screams “He responded!”
“Yes, of course, I can help you today!”
Three of them gasp in the union as they look at the screen. He said yes to coming over and helping Jimin and his heart is beating even faster than it was when he was trying to stop Taehyung.
“I fucking told you!” Taehyung laughs.
Jin stars to shake him “I knew it! I knew it!”
“Hyung, stop!” Jimin laughs with them, happy and stressed and so shocked. He still can't believe this is happening.
“Wait! He double texted!” Tae says, shaking Jimin’s arm.
“What?!” Jimin and Jin scream together.
They almost jump on Taehyung, trying to see what's on the screen.
“I was losing hope that I would hear from you. I'm happy you texted.”
Jimin freezes in the spot, his phone back in his hands, as his friends start to screaming about their genius minds. Life is crazy.
“Guys!” He screams at them “I have nothing to wear.”
Another text incoming.
“What time should I come around and can you send me your address? I don’t remember.”
Jin and Taehyung are already in his bedroom looking through his clothes like it’s their own apartment but Jimin doesn’t really mind.
“He asked what time should he come, what do I answer?”
Taehyung looks at him from head to toe “Six, we need time, you look like a homeless person.”
Jimin just nods, completely ignoring his friend’s comment about his old tracksuit and focuses not to make a typo with his sweaty hands “Wait, whats my ad- Oh, I know my address.” He says to himself.
Jin takes over the control of the situation, as a Hyung but also as the only person who seems to be not panicking. It’s Taehyung who starts the panic, asking Jimin a million questions at a time and changing his mind on Jimin’s outfit multiple times. Even if the outfit is chosen with so much thought and effort, they don’t let Jimin to style his hair or to put even a foundation.
“Can I use gloss?” He asks irritated.
“First of all, you don’t wanna look like you are trying too hard, right?” Jimin nods as Jin explains him impassively “You are sitting alone in your apartment, waiting for him to help you with putting together your new bed frame, right?”
Jimin nods, a little sad. He really wants Yoongi to like him, the first time they saw each other he had make-up on.
“I still think he needs ripped jeans and fishnets.” Taehyung mumbles under his breath.
Jin’s shoulders drop, Taehyung keeps trying to put Jimin into an outfit he finally decided on but Jin didn’t agree.
“Tae, nobody wears things like this at home.”
Taehyung looks like him with a blank face “I do when Jungkook comes over.”
Jin takes a deep breath in, ready to start a lecture when there is a hard knock on the doors. Jimin’s eyes open comically big as he looks at Jin.
“Relax, you little baby. It’s the bed, they are really late. Tae, will you open?”
Taehyung agrees happily “No problem.”
While two men are bringing in boxes full of parts Jimin and Jin fold his clothes back into the wardrobe. The men are out just as quickly and silently as they entered. Jimin keeps glancing at the boxes laying on his bedroom floor while nervously biting his lips.
They start cleaning up Jimin’s room much slower than they should. They keep stopping, going into a deep conversation. Twenty minutes before Yoongi is supposed to arrive they pushed rest of the clothes into the closet.
Jin gives him a warm hug at the door “We are leaving you, behave.”
“Hyung! Whatever is on your mind, nothing will happen!” He assures him.
Taehyung pulls him into a bone crushing hug “We are leaving you with a handsome man and a bottle of wine.”
“I won’t do anything! I just want to befriend him!” He whines, feeling the heat coming up to his face. He really doesn’t like when his friends are teasing him like this. Did he think about doing dirty things with Yoongi? Yes, yes he did. But that doesn’t mean anything will happen, even if he would want to, he still wouldn’t dare to do anything.
Jin strokes his hair “Okay, I believe you.” but his tone says something else.
“Go away!”
His friends leave the apartment laughing, mocking Jimin but still sending his flying kisses.
Jimin smiles to himself as he closes the doors “Idiots.”
Having some time to spare Jimin goes to take off the mattress and the sheets of his bed. He almost ends up shattering his brand new pot plant when the mattress slips out of his grip, almost. When he finally drops the mattress with a loud thud he sees something under the bed, something he really doesn’t want Yoongi to see - his toy box. Knowing Jimin’s luck he would end up miraculously breaking the box for Yoongi to see them all over the floor. He hides the carton deep into his closet and covers it with his unfolded clothes.
Jimin was on his way to sweep the floor under the bed, to make sure it’s not dirty when the doorbell rings. He takes a deep breathe in and turns around to open the door. He isn’t as nervous as he was when he was simply texting Yoongi, or so he thinks. The moment he sees the man he loses all ability to speak. He is so happy that Jin didn’t let Taehyung dress him like he is going to a night club after this. Yoongi is wearing simple black jeans with a black turtleneck and a black and white bomber jacket on top.
“Hi, come in!” He says, moving out of the way so Yoongi can enter his home.
Yoongi nods politely and walks in, giving Jimin a warm smile “Hi, how are you?”
“Oh, good. I’m still getting used to living here but it’s good. And you?”
“Ah, just work.”
Jimin leads them to the bedroom when Yoongi puts his shoes away “I’m sorry that I asked all of a sudden, I really didn’t know that it’s coming until midday.”
“It’s not a problem, I didn’t have any plans for tonight and as I said, I’m happy you texted.”
Jimin really wants to turn around to see Yoongi’s facial expression but at the same time, he doesn’t want him to know that he got him blushing.
“Do you mind helping me with this?” Yoongi asks as they enter the room.
“No, not at all. I was hoping I can help.”
Yoongi looks around the boxes humming to himself.
“Do you want something to drink?” Jimin asks hands clasped awkwardly in front of him.
Yoongi throws him a smile “What do you have?”
“I have apple juice, fruit tea, coffee, and wine.”
At the last option Yoongi perks up but he quickly looks back down and pulls out couple piece of paper from between boxes without any problem.
“As much as I would love to sip wine and put together a bed with you, I will take tea. Is that okay?”
Yoongi is really soft-spoken, it’s something that Jimin just now realized. Although his voice is deep he seems to have really good control over volume as he speaks. Whatever he meant by that sentence, Jimin decides not to think about it and just goes to brew the tea. He is thankful that Yoongi didn’t choose wine. His friends might be joking but they knew him well and so does he. This wouldn’t end well, probably with Jimin telling Yoongi how often he is stalking his social media.
“Jimin-ssi?” He hears Yoongi from his bedroom.
“Yes?” He says a little bit louder than he would usually do.
“Do you have a toolbox?”
Jimin pours dried fruits into a tea jug “Yes! I’ll bring it to you in a second!”
He quickly takes out the heavy box that he never uses, out of a cabin in a corridor and brings it to the older.
“Here you go.” He says with a grunt as he puts the box down, making Yoongi chuckle.
“I could get it myself if it’s heavy.”
“Oh, such a gentleman.” Jimin says sweetly.
Yoongi ducks his head downwards, away from Jimin’s eyes “Just for cute ones.”
That’s too much for Jimin, he leaves avoiding Yoongi’s eyes to finish their tea. He takes his sweet time with it even if it doesn’t need it. He needs time. Jimin didn’t need to look in the mirror to know how red he must be, he can feel it. He wishes he could just call Taehyung and let him listen to this so he can tell him if he is crazy or is Yoongi flirting.
He walks into the room with two cups and the jug on a tray as Yoongi flips the heaviest part of the bed frame without any struggle, holding it with one hand as he unscrews parts of it. Jimin is surprised, he wasn't expecting Yoongi to be that strong. Sure, his body looks healthy, sure, Jimin haven't seen him without a long sleeve but it never came to him that he is a muscle pig.
“Do you need help?” He asks as he puts the tray on his nightstand table.
“No, right now I don't.” Yoongi says, focused on the bed “Thank you for the tea.”
Jimin sits cross-legged under his closet and watches Yoongi's side profile “I hope you will like it, it's naturally sweet so I didn't add sugar.”
“I’m sure I will don't worry. Do you want me to take this bed somewhere?” He asks without missing a beat.
He hasn't thought about this, he has no idea what to do with this bed. It's not broken so he can't just throw it away, when he isn't responding for a moment Yoongi speaks again.
“You haven't thought about it, huh?”
Jimin laughs lightly “No, not at all. I didn't even know I'm getting a new bed, my friends are crazy.”
Yoongi laughs quietly. Too focused on his task to answer but Jimin doesn't mind. It's nice to look at the man without being afraid to get caught and there is a lot to look at.
Yoongi's face looks incredibly soft, almost like a child's. It's round and his cheeks are round, they look like they are really nice in touch and Jimin would love to feel how it is to leave there a soft peck. His nose makes Jimin smile the longer he is looking at it, it's just so cute. Yoongi pouts a lot, Jimin realizes, he does it while thinking and working.
He can't see much of his upper body when it's all hidden under a jacket but by the ease with which he handles the heavy frame, Jimin guesses he must own some serious muscles that he just never had an occasion to observe. He can see hands and those are some nice hands, very big veiny and with just the right amount of dark hair. Even if Yoongi's face is round, his legs are on the skinnier side, making Jimin even more curious about his build.
Even if he knew when Yoongi was leaving his apartment last time that he is attracted to him, the more he is allowed to examine the more he gets strong-minded on asking him for a date. This thought makes him really nervous but his friends are right, this can actually bring something good into his life.
Stuck deep in his brain, thinking about a smooth way to ask Yoongi out he almost doesn't realize that the bed is almost fully picked apart. He thought they will be sitting here, struggling with it for a long time but it doesn't seem to be a problem for the elder.
The more Jimin looks at how Yoongi treats heavy pieces of wood like it's a pile of sticks the more he feels hot. There is a little ping of guilt but he still can't look away. He is wondering if Yoongi can't feel him staring or does he simply like the attention.
Jimin tries his best to focus his eyes on a framed photo of his friends during his birthday party hanging on the wall. After a couple of deep breaths and focusing on thinking about puppies Jimin decides to get up and get his tea. Right when he gets up and his gaze wanders towards Yoongi, the older decides to take off his jacket in this very moment and carelessly throw it on the boxes behind him. Jimin is barely able to hold back a moan, he never thought a guy taking off his jacket can be hot. Now he can see more clearly Yoongi's arms even if the turtleneck is still hiding everything.
He focuses on pouring two cups and almost spills it when Yoongi makes a deep sound that is too similar to a moan for Jimin’s liking.
He wordless gives Yoongi his cup, which he takes with a smile “Thank you.”
“Tell me if you want another or something to add.”
Yoongi nods and turns back into his job. Jimin watches carefully as Yoongi takes the cup up to his lips
“Oh!” Yoongi says, stretching out the sound.
Jimin almost jumps “What? Is it hot?”
“It's really good, I want to a whole jug.”
Jimin can definitely feel heat spreading through his body as the praise settles in “Thank you, Yoongi-ssi.” He says shyly.
Yoongi sits cross-legged, looking at Jimin “Would you be comfortable with calling me Hyung?”
He wasn't ready for this question. Usually when a guy he isn't close with asks him that, he takes it as a sign but his brain can't even try to accept that Yoongi might like him.
“I wouldn't mind that at all, Hyung.”
Yoongi gives him a gummy smile, drinks the whole mug in three gulps and goes back into unscrewing last two parts of the bed. They keep quiet as Yoongi works.
“Are you ready for jigsaw puzzles for adults?” He asks Jimin as he puts everything on one organized pile.
“I love jigsaw puzzles and I bet I'm better than you even without instructions.” Jimin says cutely.
Yoongi throws him a suspicious look “I don't believe you.”
“Wanna check it for yourself?”
“I would love to look as you try your best but you need a bed to sleep on. I'll just bring you puzzles and we can try your skills.”
It makes Jimin happy, even if the older doesn't mean it for real and if he does then he better be expecting Jimin to make it a date.
Yoongi hands him instructions “We will definitely need this if you want a bed, not an art piece.”
“Do you need help with this?” Jimin looks at the boxes that Yoongi stars to move around to make access to them easier.
“Yeah, if you could take the box number 4 and put it close to where you sit.”
Jimin gets to work right away. The boxes aren't as hard to push around as he was expecting them to be but he definitely understands why two men had to get it up the stairs. Yoongi doesn't seem to struggle even with the biggest ones.
“Do you have anything we can put on the ground?” The older asks when he puts the last box in its separate space.
“I actually got a carpet for this room.” He says dumbfounded as he looks on the bare wooden floor “I never realized it's not here.”
Jimin's confusion makes Yoongi laugh out loud “Where is it then?”
When Jimin points his finger to the doors “In my car.”
It makes Yoongi laugh louder which makes Jimin laugh with him.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, trying to calm down “So cute.”
Jimin slaps a hand onto his chest, where his heart is threating to jump out “Hyung, I’m weak for compliments.”
“Then I should tell them more, you look beautiful blushing.” He says casually as he looks Jimin deep into eyes, making the younger’s heart beat even faster. Yoongi’s eyes hold something dark, something that tells Jimin to get as close as possible, to feel him all over.
He doesn’t even realize when he takes a step in Yoongi’s direction, his body making decisions for him. Before he can get to close Yoongi breaks the intense eye contact, casually taking the instruction from the ground, where Jimin had left it.
“Let’s get into this.” Yoongi clears his throat loudly.
It snaps Jimin out of the trance “Oh, yeah.”
They work together on making sure every part is where it should be. Jimin finds out that Yoongi is a great leader and teacher with his soft words and never-ending patience. He makes sure to remind Jimin that he is doing well with the smallest tasks, which make him more excited to work and more confident.
“You are the cute one.” He blurts out in the middle of the work.
Yoongi seems shocked at first, his eyes go bigger and then he blushes, ducking his head “You.”
Each time Yoongi tells him softly that he is doing well, Jimin wants to burst into tears of joy. He is really happy that he let the guys pressure him into doing this tonight. He feels that he can officially call Min Yoongi his new crush and this is the best night of his life. He still doesn’t know how to keep him here after they are done or how to even ask him if he would like to go on a date, but he will do it somehow. There are a couple of new movies he wants to watch and maybe Yoongi haven’t seen them too, so they can go to a cinema or even stay at Jimin’s place and watch them online.
He has to think fast but with each minute passing by they’re are getting closer to the end of the instructions and the conversation is mainly them working together and Jimin getting praises. Still, Jimin’s brain is completely empty.
At this point, Jimin is sure that Yoongi is flirting with him and he won’t be rejected if he will make a move. He is afraid to straight up asks Yoongi out for absolutely no reason, he has shown him nothing but kindness all this time.
“Do you want the bed in the same spot?” Yoongi asks, getting all tools back in the box.
“Yea.” Jimin jumps on his feet, to help Yoongi but he doesn’t even wait for Jimin.
Yoongi moves the bed on his own, without even a grunt, leaving Jimin once again speechless and a little turned on. He takes Jimin’s huge mattress like it’s a piece of foam and puts it lightly on the bed.
“How are you this strong? What supplements are you taking?” Jimin asks, amazed.
The older looks at him funny, look Jimin just asked why is Yoongi breathing air. Yoongi’s eyebrows go up as his mouth parts slightly before he finally answers “I guess this is just how I am.”
Jimin smiles awkwardly at him “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Come on, let's put on sheets and admire this piece of art.”
“You don’t have to help with that, I can handle it myself.”
“But can I help you anyway?” He asks softly.
“Only if you want, I made you work enough today.”
It’s cute how Yoongi gets excited about helping more. He keeps singing kid songs in weird voice while they try to keep the sheet on the bed without it rolling off one edge, making Jimin laugh and fall on the bed, losing grip on the material.
“Hyung, stop making me laugh!” He whines, trying to grab one end that he let loose a moment ago.
“I’m not doing anything.” He responds with a pout.
They finally manage to get the sheet on and tuck it around, Jimin throws his pillows and duvet on the bed “Can I fall on the bed?” He asks Yoongi.
The older shrugs at him “If you can’t then we failed.”
Jimin spins so he is standing with his back towards the bed, spreads his hands and falls backward. He bounces lightly and laughs breathlessly.
“Now you!” He waves over Yoongi, who just watches him with a smile.
Yoongi turns around and falls right next to Jimin, making them both bounce. Jimin starts laughing loudly, making him uncontrollably lean into Yoongi’s side. When Jimin’s forehead touches Yoongi’s shoulder he realizes how warm the older is. He wonders for a second if it’s Yoongi or did he got red once again but he can feel the heat coming out of Yoongi’s body.
They are laying really close and Jimin can feel his eyes on him, making him too shy to look up. He already got familiar with the power Yoongi’s eyes hold and he is scared to do something the older wouldn’t like. But on the other hand, he wants to look into Yoongi’s eyes, he wants him to guide him in this situation.
“I think it’s time for me to go.”
Jimin can feel Yoongi’s warm breath on the top of his head and he likes this. He wants to cuddle into the warmth of Yoongi and fall asleep while he whispers to him how well he did today. If he wants to ever do that, he needs to say something right now. He looks up, ready to ask Yoongi if they can meet again when his words get stuck in his throat.
Yoongi looks at him in a way that makes the air around them thick, there is so much power and want in this gaze. He looks like he wants to say and do so many things and Jimin wouldn’t mind him doing any of them. Yoongi’s eyes wander lower and stop at Jimin’s lips which makes Jimin nervously bite into them.
The older lets out a shaky breath, proving further that they both want the same thing. They eyes meet again, in silent question but nobody makes the first move to close the distance. Yoongi keeps looking between Jimin’s lips and eyes but Jimin just can’t make himself to move.
The regret floods right after Yoongi breaks the moment, getting up from the bed. He lost such an opportunity to say something, to do something.
“It’s getting really late, I’ll be going.” He smiles at Jimin but it doesn’t feel the same anymore.
Jimin wants to tell him to come back, to kiss him, to ask him if he feels the chemistry between them. He feels like he lost his chance, he just knows that now he will be too awkward to say anything.
“Yeah, it is.”
Yoongi grabs his jacket “I’m happy that I could help you.”
They walk out into the corridor where Yoongi starts to put on his shoes really slowly.
“I’m sorry that I made you come but I hope you had at least a good time.”
Jimin have never seen somebody put on shoes this slowly but he won’t judge, he can admire Yoongi because it’s probably the last time they see each other.
“Jimin-ah, I couldn’t have a bad time with you.”
There is it back, this gaze that makes Jimin brave but weak. It’s another opportunity, Yoongi gives him a perfect sentence to leech his question on.
“Thank you.” It’s all Jimin is able to say even with the question on the tip of his tongue.
Yoongi stands you, giving Jimin a soft smile “I hope we can meet up again some time.”
Jimin just nods like an idiot, making the situation awkward.
“So, goodnight.”
Yoongi is opening the door when a wave of braveness hits Jimin “Wait!”
The older turns around, shocked “What is it?”
“Would you maybe want to, you know, like meet me sometime? We could go to watch a movie or do something else? There is a nice dog cafe not so far away from here.” He speaks so fast he isn't sure if Yoongi can understand him.
“You want to do on a date with me?” Yoongi asks, a little confused, still holding the door open.
Jimin nods “Yes.”
Yoongi gives him a warm smile, ducking his head “I would like that. I’m glad you asked, at least one of us got some balls.” He laughs softly.
Jimin’s smile grows while he is looking at Yoongi’s cheeks, dusted pink, trying hard not to burst into happy screaming while he is still in from of Yoongi. The older looks at Jimin, mirroring his huge smile.
“Would a kiss now be too fast?” Yoongi asks shyly.
Jimin shakes his head “no”, he wants to kiss Yoongi. He doesn’t have a list of steps a potential relationship has to go through, he just wants things to feel good, to feel right.
Yoongi takes a step towards Jimin, letting the door shut down. He gives Jimin time to back down but Jimin moves a little closer, closing the distance. It’s a soft peck on the lips, nothing heated like Jimin have imagined it to be.
They stay still, millimeters away, breathing each other's air. Jimin can’t seem to calm down, his heart is racing once again tonight, his breath is shallow and he wants more. Yoongi’s lips felt really good, they spread an incredibly fuzzy feeling all over his body.
“Kiss me again.” He says softly.
This time Yoongi pushes in more firmly even if still lightly. Yoongi gives Jimin three pecks, making Jimin whine.
“Kiss me.” Jimin says again, trying to get even closer into Yoongi’s space.
“I’m kissing you.” Yoongi laughs, sounding out of breath.
Jimin pulls Yoongi with him as he is backing up under a wall “More. I want to taste you”
Yoongi kisses him once again, this time taking his bottom lip between his and sucking on it lightly. Jimin wants to moan already as he slides his hands over Yoongi’s arms to lock them behind his neck and bring him closer. Tired of teasing Jimin licks Yoongi’s lips, surprising the older. He lets Jimin slides his tongue in, groaning loudly as he presses Jimin into a wall with his body.
Jimin can already tell that he will need Yoongi’s help from stopping him from going further but at the same time, he hopes Yoongi won’t stop him. Yoongi is hot, literally. His mouth is hot, his tongue and his whole body, making Jimin pliant under his touch. Jimin is desperately trying to get Yoongi even closer to him.
He can hear Yoongi’s jacket falling from his hand onto the ground and he grips Jimin by his waist. Jimin is starting getting hard as Yoongi pushes their hips together, making them both moan quietly. The kiss gets more heated, Jimin’s palms start to wander all over the Yoongi’s body.
Yoongi breaks the kiss, holding Jimin even tighter as they both try to catch their breath. Jimin starts playing with the hair at the nape of the older’s neck.
“I can’t believe I’m getting hard.” Yoongi whispers, laying his head on Jimin’s shoulder.
“I’m this amazing?” Jimin asks jokingly.
Yoongi groans, squeezing his hip “How is it that you wanna go on a date with me?”
He looks up at Jimin, his hair wild from Jimin’s desperate touching, lips are swollen and his gaze dark as before. He hopes Yoongi couldn’t feel how his dick grew hard in his jeans just from a look.
“You look hot and you are nice.” Jimin debates with himself for a second if he should finish this sentence as he wants and decides to go for it “and you seem like you really want to fuck me.”
“I do?” Yoongi smirks at that.
Jimin nods slowly, biting his lip “And I want you to do it.”
Yoongi smiles at Jimin sweetly “Oh my God, Jimin. It wasn’t in plans for tonight.”
“Can we change them?”
“What about the date?” Yoongi answers with another question. Jimin looks up, suddenly shy again, which Yoongi uses to kiss the side of his neck “Where you would wanna go?” He asks between kisses.
“Somewhere where we can talk more and get to know each other.” Jimin gets stuck when Yoongi licks his ear “and we totally should talk about it later.”
Yoongi presses his hips into Jimin’s “And what should we do now?”
“Do you want to make out in my brand new bed?”
Yoongi kisses him hard and Jimin gives back as much as he gets. He is lifted without a warning and Yoongi carries him all the way back to his bedroom without any problems. This action brings a new wave of heat. He is expecting to the laid down but Yoongi has a different plan. He sits on the bed, keeping Jimin on his lap. Jimin automatically starts grinding while sucking on Yoongi’s tongue.
The older seems to enjoy Jimin’s actions, with his hands on Jimin’s ass guiding his pace “You said make out.” He says into Jimin’s lips, speeding up his hips for a moment.
Jimin feels like he can come like this at any moment “I changed my mind, you don’t want that?” He stops his hips and slowly drags them over Yoongi’s crotch, pressing hard where he feels a bulge.
Yoongi falls on the bed, hands holding Jimin in place “I never said that.”
They keep eye contact as Jimin keeps moving his hips, the look in Yoongi’s eyes keep making him needier. He can feel how big Yoongi is, he has never been with a man this big and he is ready for it.
He lays his palms on Yoongi’s chest, taking a couple of deep breaths “I wanna ride you, would you like that?”
Yoongi rises one eyebrow, stroking Jimin’s thighs “You would look amazing on my dick.” He responds, voice dropping low.
Jimin starts to pull lightly on the material of Yoongi’s turtleneck, slowly getting it out of his jeans “Would or will?
“You can if you want.” He teases.
It’s all Jimin needs to start taking off Yoongi’s shirt in a rush, the older sits up and helps him get it off his body. Jimin can’t stop looking at his chest, beautiful milky skin. Just as Jimin thought, he isn’t extremely muscular but you can clearly see muscles where they should be.
He slowly slides his palms down Yoongi’s chest, pushing him down lightly. Yoongi lets Jimin order him around without any objection. Jimin looks at Yoongi’s reaction as he starts to caress his nipples. The reaction is subtle but Jimin can see that Yoongi is enjoying himself.
“Let’s move.” Yoongi demands, bringing Jimin with him up on the bed.
Jimin goes to sit back on his spot on the other’s lap when Yoongi brings his hips up aggressively, grinding their crotches together. Jimin gasps, almost falling on Yoongi, he is barely able to stop himself by putting hands on either side of Yoongi’s head.
“Fuck, I almost came.” Jimin says breathlessly.
Yoongi starts tugging on Jimin’s shirt “Go ahead, we can go for another round.”
Jimin laughs, getting his shirt over his head “I hope. Get off the bed, I’m sucking your dick.” He states, getting off the older.
“Demanding.” Yoongi murmurs but gets off the bed.
Jimin sits on the edge of the bed and starts to unzip Yoongi’s black jeans. The older keeps one hand on his head, slowly running his fingers through his hair. Jimin slipes his jeans to the mid things and without waiting reaches for the boxers.
When he finally can see the whole thing, he freezes. It's huge, red and getting thicker close to the base. Jimin’s jaw drops, he was not expecting that. He is so used to dragon hybrids being intimidating that Yoongi’s personality, body, and face completely lead him away from even thinking about it.
Yoongi put his thumb in Jimin’s open mouth, making him suck on it “You weren’t expecting that?”
Jimin shakes his head, swirling his tongue around Yoongi’s finger “So cute.” He smiles at him “Do you want it? Go ahead, touch it.” He says in an encouraging tone.
Jimin shyly reaches out, fascinated and shocked. It feels almost like skin but there is a fair amount of hardness in different places that surely isn’t skin. His hand loses grip on the member pretty quickly as it gets thicker.
“Squeeze it at the base, that always feels the best.”
Jimin bites his lip, a little nervous as he delicately caresses the whole length down and takes the base in both his hands, giving it a light squeeze.
Yoongi moans, taking out his thumb from Jimin’s mouth “Fuck, that looks so hot.”
“Can I taste?” Jimin asks, giving Yoongi another squeeze.
“Go ahead, baby.”
Jimin decides to put in action all dragon hybrid porn he has seen and make Yoongi feel good. He surely wasn't expecting this to happen but he won’t say no or chicken out. He tries his best to loosen up his jaw and massages all he can reach with his tongue. Yoongi tightens up his grip on Jimin’s hair. He speeds up, dripping saliva all over his chin, he wipes it on his palm and spreads on the base, rubbing it all over.
Right when he can feel Yoongi twitching on his tongue, he pulls out, making Yoongi groan. He falls back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Yoongi is fast to unzip his jeans while also taking off his own, tipping off his shoes. Jimin’s dick twitches, reacting to the coldness of the room mixed with Yoongi’s temperature.
“Hyung.” Jimin whines in a hoarse voice.
Yoongi hovers over Jimin, spreading his legs wide open so he can fit between them “Hyung is here, hyung will give you something good.”
Jimin’s lower body twitches when Yoongi starts touching his dick.
“How are you still look so cute all spread for me?” Yoongi whispers into his ear.
Before Jimin can answer Yoongi licks his length while humming, making Jimin twitch even more. It feels like the best torture, he doesn’t remember when was the last time when he was this aroused.
Yoongi keeps moving his head up and down slowly, slurping loudly with no shame. Jimin doesn’t know anymore if he wants to come now or does he wants to wait longer.
“Hyung, get the lube, please.” He whines when his legs are starting to shake.
Yoongi is fast to stop “Where is it?”
Jimin points at his wardrobe “There is a box under some clothes.”
He misses Yoongi’s warmth, his eyes focusing on the older’s nicely shaped ass. He should be more worried about Yoongi finding his toys but they are about to have sex so Yoongi shouldn’t be surprised that he has fun on his own.
Yoongi comes back, throwing two items next to Jimin as he climbs back between his legs “I think I’ll be better than some toy, right?” He murmurs while caressing his palms over Jimin’s inner thigh.
Jimin is baffled, he looks at Yoongi and realizes that he brought from a box a bottle of lube and an angry red dragon dildo “I didn’t know you are- I mean it’s not about your-”
Yoongi shushes him “I know, I know. Don’t worry, everything is okay. Answer my question, baby.” He gives Jimin couple quick pecks on the lips.
Jimin moans shyly “So much better than a toy.”
Yoongi makes a satisfying sound in the back of his throat, opening Jimin's mouth with his thumb “You like how I taste? You like the real thing?”
Jimin nods, feeling the heat coming to his face as Yoong spreads his legs in a way that leaves him completely vulnerable.
“You don’t own anything as big as me.” He worries.
It’s a statement but Jimin feels a need to respond “I don’t.” he whispers.
“My sweet little baby.” Yoongi says sweetly, kissing all over Jimin’s face “Are you sure you want that? We can stop or you can fuck me?”
“No!” Jimin rushes to respond “Please, I want you, I can take it.”
Yoongi takes the bottle and pours a generous amount on this fingers “We will go slow.” He locks his eyes with Jimin to make sure they are on the same page.
Jimin nods and tries his best to relax but finds it hard while he is looking at Yoongi. He likes him too much already and he wants to have fun here but he can separate those two.
The older works one finger inside at a slow pace, massaging Jimin’s hip and kissing him wherever he can reach. Jimin feels pampered and he truly loves it, how Yoongi can treat him so delicately even if he definitely wants to go fast. It proves Jimin what a sweet man he is, how he can care for more than himself. Jimin had a fair amount of guys who chased just after his own relief, often leaving Jimin without an orgasm or never wanting to switch.
He barely knows Yoongi but he wants to go on a date, compliments him, cares if he is comfortable and offered to switch if Jimin wants to have sex but thinks it’s too much for him. This thing might be the best decision of his life if he will play it well.
Yoongi fingers him slowly, checking stretch couple times before he adds another finger and asking Jimin how he feels, not in a sexual way. It’s so relaxing and Yoongi’s warm hand and lips on his body feel so good he feels like he is drifting away from consciousness into space where all that matters is making his partner feel good.
Jimin goes tense on the fourth finger, the stretch getting more uncomfortable but weirdly pleasuring. He never before had ever found pain something pleasuring, often stopping him from using a toy. Maybe it’s Yoongi’s effect but he doesn’t want it to stop.
“Is this enough?” He whines, grabbing his legs under knees and bringing them to his chest “Will you put it in now?”
Yoongi nods, spiking Jimin's excitement but instead of lubricating his member he reaches for the dildo. Now, when Jimin looks at it, it looks comically small and yet, it's the biggest he has ever dared to order.
Jimin feels pressure on his rim, a slow move inside but before he can start feeling it well it slips with the amount of lube the older used.
“Fuck, so tight.” Yoongi rasps out.
The dildo slips inside on the second try, slowly spreading him more and more. Jimin feels the need to spread his legs wider, giving Yoongi a better look. He manages to align his breath as the older slowly pushes the toy in and out with squeak sounds.
Jimin would enjoy the feeling more if he wouldn't be with a real man between his legs, with a real, hard dick between his legs, ready to give Jimin more he ever received.
“I'm ready, I'm ready.” Jimin whines, trying to get Yoongi to stop.
“Are you sure? It's not fully in.” His voice is so much deeper, making Jimin's muscle tense with excitement.
“Please, give me a real dick.”
This seems to convince the older. Yoongi walks off the bed, looking around the room “What are you doing?” Jimin asks, dumbfounded, dropping his legs down.
“Where is my wallet? I had a condom there?” He answers, looking around the room, throwing around clothes they left on the ground.
Jimin supports his body on his elbows to look at Yoongi directly “I’m clean.”
Yoongi looks at him surprised “Are you sure you want that? I can just find my wallet.”
“If you are clean then why the fuck no? Let me feel that.” Upon hearing that Yoongi’s dick visibly twitches “So?”
The older goes back between Jimin’s legs kissing him softly “Okay.”
Jimin pulls him for a long, sensual kiss while Yoongi rubs their members together. Yoongi starts pushing inside with shallow thrusts not breaking the kiss. Jimin holds onto the older once they go past the size that Jimin can take without any pain.
He was expecting Yoongi to try bottoming out as soon as he is in but the older, once again, seems to be really delicate with the way he handles Jimin’s body. He pushes more in but pulls out once he feels resistance. Yoongi finally breaks the kiss, going down to lick and kiss Jimin’s neck as they are rocking at a steady pace.
Everything around Jimin feels hot, he feels like he might be burning alive with sweat dripping all over his body. He feels so hot inside with Yoongi’s dick inside him. The further Yoongi goes the more pain Jimin feels but instead wanting him to stop, Jimin stars to push back, not wanting to lose the sensation.
“Faster, I won’t break.” His voice is shaky with the need for more.
“Wait a little longer, baby, wait. Hyung will fuck you all you want.” Jimin loves dirty talk even during the most vanilla sex, he can’t stop himself from clenching around Yoongi even if he feels too full to move his muscles.
Yoongi stops, clenching and unclenching his firsts next to Jimin’s head as he starts to move more smoothly “You feel so good.”
Jimin moans, curving his spine, feeling the orgasm approaching, he can feel that he need couple more thrusts. He starts whining and moaning, throwing his legs around Yoongi’s waist to bring him closer “Don’t stop.”
As soon as the amazing feeling came it was gone when Yoongi pulled out all of a sudden looking at Jimin with hungry eyes.
“Why did you stop?”
“I can’t look at your face, I’ll finish at any second because of it. Turn around.” Yoongi orders gravelly and Jimin complies easily, turning on all fours.
Yoongi pours more lube all over his shaft while playing with Jimin’s ass. Jimin knows he has a good ass and he can display it in the best way, curving his back.
Jimin can barely feel the tip of Yoongi’s dick inside him and he starts to push back, trying to take in as much as possible. Yoongi holds onto his hips and Jimin starts to move on his own. He knows how to do it, he fucked himself many times before, he knows how to do the job himself and if Yoongi is planning on being this nice to him and treat him like he is made out of glass, he will take matters into his own hand and fuck himself on the hybrid’s cock.
He really regrets never being brave enough for trying bigger toys as he tries to fit inside more than half of the member, each time hitting his prostate. He is already out of breath, Yoongi’s heat getting him really tired fast. His arms give up as he pushes himself both ways with face in the pillow. It doesn’t stop to hurt so Jimin keeps going, he wants to know how much of it he can handle.
Yoongi keeps still, letting Jimin use him as he wishes, his moans and grunts sounding beautiful with harsh slaps he gives Jimin as he pushes up against Yoongi making his ass sting, which drives Jimin almost insane. His legs are starting to shake again, he feels like he might cry at any moment with the amount of pleasure he is receiving.
He finally needs to stop to take a breath, to feel his muscles again. Jimin raises back onto his hands, taking deep breaths. Still wanting to feel movement he lowers his upper body and starts to move his ass in a way that makes his cheeks jiggle. He recorded himself a couple of times practicing this after he saw it in numerous videos, by Yoongi’s reaction he guesses he is enjoying the show. Jimin keeps going, circling his hips and shaking his ass.
“Jimin.” Yoongi moans, grabbing his hips harshly and starts thrusting inside him “Tell me when to stop.”
Yoongi keeps pushing inside and even though it hurts more with each second Jimin doesn’t want to stop now when he finally broke Yoongi’s calmness. Finally, Yoongi bottoms out and the sensation of Yoongi’s skin flush to his ass makes Jimin come on the spot. Yoongi tries to pull out but Jimin is chasing right after.
“Don’t” He moans.
“Let’s just change position, come on.” Yoongi says softly, caressing Jimin’s abused ass cheek.
He gets laid down back on his back and he right away tries to pull Yoongi close “Put it back in, I want more.”
Yoongi shushes him “Breathe.”
He goes back inside, bottoming without bigger problems as Jimin is watching his dick slowly disappear inside him “Fuck, you are inside.” He moans, grabbing his own hair “You feel so good, I’m going crazy.”
They stay in silence for a moment until Jimin’s breath evens out.
“Tell me when.” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin’s knee.
“No, fuck me now.” He whines, trying to get Yoongi to move.
He doesn’t ask twice before he starts moving at a calm pace, giving Jimin time to get used to the feeling. When Jimin starts to respond by pushing back he starts picking up a faster rhythm, Jimin’s dick bouncing against his stomach with the movements. Jimin feels like he is breathing in fire and Yoongi pick his hips up higher and continues moving like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He doesn't pull out to add lube, he just pours it on his member, making the liquid drip down Jimin’s ass.
Jimin starts to moan and whine Yoongi’s name over and over again without pause. It’s all too much but not enough at the same time. He keeps clenching around Yoongi, his body relaxing as he focuses on his overstimulated prostate bringing his shaft back to life. However, his eyes are still fully focused on Yoongi, oh his face and his wet hair and his chest and the nail scratches he can see on his shoulders.
When Jimin thinks it can’t get any better Yoongi lays him back down, laying almost fully on top of him but keeping most of the weight on his hands and starts thrusting in hard and fast, snapping his hips so fast the bed starts moving with them. Yoongi’s moans are starting to get louder than Jimin’s.
He tries to hug Yoongi to himself but the older takes his hands and puts them over his head “Leave them there, I don’t want to hurt you.”
He isn’t really capable of thinking or forming sentences but he listens and keeps his hands laying above his head.
“Can I come inside?” Yoongi asks into Jimin’s neck as he keeps moving.
Jimin moans “Yes. Yes, yes, do that.”
Jimin is sure he will come again, closing his eyes and trying to get to this euphoric point when he heard a loud snap with a huff of cold air coming right onto his face. His eyes snap open his he can’t anything, Yoongi keeps going like he hadn’t heard anything but then something moves.
Wings.
Yoongi slows down when he realizes Jimin is no longer repeating his name, to find him with mouth open, looking behind him.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, eyes scanning Jimin’s face.
Jimin just points behind him, shock still on his face “What is it- Fuck.” He looks back at Jimin, cupping his face sweetly even though his dick is twitching inside him “Did I scare you?”
Jimin shakes his head, his eyes going bigger when the wings start to move subtly. The ceiling light shows how thin they must be with how the deep red shade turns almost pink in a place where the light comes through. Jimin has never seen dragon’s wings in real life, nobody shows them, it’s intimate. They don’t seem similar to bat’s wings, they look almost like made out of red velvet with black and gold strands going through them.
“I’m sorry, this hasn’t happened since I was eighteen, fuck.” He hides his face in his hands, embarrassed.
The younger moves up, supporting himself on his shaky hands “So pretty.” It’s like he can’t even hear his partner.
Yoongi slowly moves his hands from Jimin’s hips to his waist “You don’t mind them?”
Jimin shakes his head again, eyes still glued behind Yoongi. He finally looks at the older one, who has a big smile on his face “They are as pretty as you.” Jimin says, his voice barely there.
Yoongi ducks his head while his wings stretch out proudly, making Jimin giggle.
“Cutie.” Jimin says, touching Yoongi’s cheek to bring his attention to him “Can I ride you until you come inside me?”
Yoongi laughs, which quickly turns into a groan when Jimin clenches around him “Fuck you.”
“You are doing this right now.”
Yoongi pulls out, leaving Jimin empty and cold as he moves to sit in the middle of the bed “Ride me.” He says casually.
Jimin sits on Yoongi’s dick in a matter of seconds and is fast to go back into fucking himself, his moves becoming sloppier with each move. He can feel everything starting to hurt, his muscles spasming but he doesn’t give up. He had probably a couple of worse workouts in his life and they all lead him to this moment.
He can’t stop looking at Yoongi’s wings as they just float gracefully. Yoongi to help him move up and down, almost moving Jimin on his own and soon after they start again Jimin is back into losing his mind as his prostate is constantly pushed.
He can barely speak, his voice getting worse with each minute of moaning and repeating Yoongi’s name but he can’t stop.
“Yoongi, I wanna touch.” He throws his head back in response to Yoongi thrusting upwards “Touch. Can I? Please.” He keeps mumbling until Yoongi finally hears him.
“Fuck Jimin. You wanna touch? Touch them, baby. Show them how good you are to me.”
Yoongi slows down and Jimin reaches out, He starts with the smallest, barely touches which makes Yoongi sigh deeply and he slowly makes his way into running his palm over it. It feels just like it looks like, like velvet. He can feel the pulsing in veins going through them. Yoongi stops them completely, hugging Jimin close as he hides his head in the crook of Jimin’s neck. Each time Jimin puts more pressure into delicate fondling Yoongi makes a deep sound.
“Do you feel it?” Jimin asks curiously.
“Yes, please, keep going.” He responds in a whisper.
“What kind of good?” Jimin asks even though he can guess by the way Yoongi keeps twitching inside him.
“Every way, from the soul to the body.”
Jimin lifts himself a little bit so he can pet both wings at the same time. It makes Yoongi moan almost violently into Jimin’s chest. He starts to leave open-mouth kisses all over his chest, sucking his nipples.
“Yoongi, can I touch them as you fuck me?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.” He moans into Jimin’s skin.
Upon hearing that Jimin goes back into moving up and down, fondling one wing with one hand and holding onto Yoongi with another. The wings start to move closer to Jimin, circling around Yoongi to get closer to his touch. He starts to stroke more energetic, scratching lightly after couple gentle touches. Yoongi moves Jimin on his member as he wishes, slapping their skin together hard, making them both bruised.
Jimin tries his best to focus on praising the wings as they start to close around them, bringing them closer and making it almost impossible to move but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind the fact of the limited movement.
“Harder, touch harder.” Yoongi repeats feverishly.
So Jimin does, as Yoongi moves his hips in a small circular motion, making his abused prostate cry for help.
The wings tighten harder as Yoongi starts coming inside Jimin. At first, Jimin doesn't realize how warm Yoongi’s release is inside him, too focused on the intimacy of this moment. When the sensation finally hits him he comes with Yoongi, two weak shots of white strings falling on Yoongi’s stomach. They come down slowly, kept in the wings’ embrace all this time.
When Jimin finally lays down sore and tired like never he catches onto the temperature in the room. There is almost no air to breathe, his window and mirror are both covered in fog.
“I need air.” He says weakly.
Yoongi quickly goes to open the window, his wings slowly becoming smaller “I’ll clean you up.”
The older goes out, his wings brushing past door frame without a problem. Jimin can hear water being turned on in the bathroom, he tries to slowly breaths in fresh, cold air. He can feel warm release leaving his asshole, the unpleasant feeling making him shiver.
Yoongi comes back with a warm towel and tries his best to clean Jimin up with delicate touches. Jimin lets him do as he wishes, moving just enough to give Yoongi better access. He feels like his body is on fire from Yoongi’s heat and overworking his muscles.
“Maybe we should take a shower?” Yoongi proposes in a soft whisper.
“I don’t think I can stand.” Jimin mumbles, already half asleep. “Put that towel down and cuddle me.”
Yoongi laughs quietly “Do you have another duvet?”
Jimin nods “The couch has a trunk.”
He comes back with the duvet, kicking their clothes into a corner after he turns off the lights in the apartment. He tugs the duvet they grimed off the bed without making Jimin stand up.
“Are you done?” Jimin whines.
“Yes.” Yoongi laughs at him, climbing in the bed and covering them with the fresh comforter.
He cuddles Jimin, who hugs him back immediately, sighing with joy.
“Goodnight.”
Before Yoongi can response he can feel Jimin’s breath evening out, his hold going lax.
***
Jimin wakes up all sweaty on top of Yoongi, his arms holding him lightly in place. They are both still very much naked and dirty Jimin tries to stay as still as possible as he tries to get the duvet off of them. The heat Yoongi is radiating surely isn’t bothering him but Jimin feels it all.
Even with Jimin’s best intentions, Yoongi wakes up, taking a deep breath in. He slowly opens his eyes with a loppy smile on his face “Hey.”
Jimin can’t stop the giggle as butterflies set off in his stomach “Hi.”
Yoongi throws the cover off of them both “Hot?”
“I mean, you are very confident.” He jokes, earning a light slap on the ass. “Ouch!”
The older looks at him scared “Was it hard?”
“No, I think my ass is bruised.”
Yoongi’s face goes completely red as he tries to hide his face in his hands “I’m sorry.”
Jimin moves a little lower to lay on Yoongi’s chest and in this process he finds that his dick is hard “I know how you can apologize.” He smirks at the older.
Yoongi peeks between his fingers, raising an eyebrow “How?”
“You can fuck me slowly on my side.”
He doesn’t have to pressure Yoongi who lays Jimin down delicately and jumps off the bed to search for the lube while Jimin tries to find a comfortable position.
“Got it.” Yoongi says excitedly as he climbs back on the bed.
Jimin turns to look at him with a pout “I think I’m still loose.”
Yoongi caresses his hip sweetly “Why are you sad, baby? You don’t like that?” He coos at the younger, giving him a sweet peck on the lips.
“I like how you finger me.” He is sure there is a blush spreading on his face.
“We can do it next time.” Yoongi kisses his shoulder.
As like Jimin thought there isn’t much preparation needed as Yoongi is able to put three fingers in without any problems right away.
“I really made you loose.” He says proudly.
“I deserve something for it.”
Yoongi slowly puts in more fingers, laughing into Jimin’s neck “I’ll give you the best date.”
They go slow as Yoongi fills Jimin back in, making him moan quietly. They both lay in their sides, Jimin’s ass jiggles even with the smallest movement. Yoongi throws an arm around Jimin’s waist as he fucks into him leisurely. Jimin grabs Yoongi’s hand and intertwines their fingers.
“Deeper.” Jimin whispers, the squeaky sounds of lube almost making it impossible to hear.
“Be patient, petal.” Yoongi keeps leaving small kisses all over Jimin’s neck and shoulder.
Jimin starts slowly move his hips in a rocking motion getting more and more into the moment when the bedroom door swing open, making them freeze.
Taehyung runs into the room, screaming “How was it? He left his jacket, I think he might be- Oh my God my eyes!”
The second he realizes what’s happening he runs out, slamming the door shut behind him. Jimin and Yoongi look shocked at the door.
“What the fuck Jimin?! We told you to ask him out not fuck him!” Taehyung screams from some further part of the apartment.
“We are going on a date!” They scream together and look at each other, ready to laugh.
“Should we continue or will he stay there?” Yoongi whispers while observing the door.
Jimin thinks for a moment “I don’t think he would be happy if he cockblocked me.” He says with a pout.
“Oh, we can’t let that happen.”
They can hear as Taehyung walks past the room “Happy birthday! Have fun!” before he leaves the apartment very loudly.