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He could smell it before the little droplets even hit the pavement. That sweet smell of fresh rain making the air seem cleaner and more welcoming. It was Jimin’s favorite smell, apart from coffee that is. Jimin had always seen rain and coffee as similar. Rain may seem like a nuisance to those unlucky few who forgot their umbrella that day, but truth be told, it will actually cleanse the air almost as if to say, ‘Here, it’s a new start, let’s try again now.’ Coffee too, is like a heaven send to people whether it be an early morning or a cold day, a nice cup of warm coffee will always be there to bring up one’s spirits or warm frigid fingers. Both rain and coffee give out a sense of comfort to Jimin, something that will always be there.
As the slight drizzle began to paint the sidewalk a dark gray, Jimin opened his umbrella and continued walking, taking a deep breath every once in a while, to catch the fresh, watery scent.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Wet pavement.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Rain.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Coffee.
As Jimin approached his destination the fresh scent started to mix with the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, making him smile. Once he dropped his umbrella in the basket, set outside the coffee shop, Jimin opened the door to be greeted by a blur of green running in his direction, and before he knew it a small pastry was practically shoved in his mouth.
“Eat this and tell me what you think.” It was said so quick that Jimin almost didn’t catch it. He pulled the pastry away as he took a bite, savoring the way the flakey breading practically melted in his mouth.
“Tae,” The blonde said, with wide eyes after swallowing, “Which one of you made it this time?”
Taehyung, one of Jimin’s closest friends, practically beamed at the positive reaction. “My idea, Jin-hyungie’s creation.” He kept smiling as he skipped behind the register to finish, what looked like, the morning cash register count.
Jimin shrugged off his coat and hung it on the rack near the entrance. He pushed through the swinging doors behind Taehyung to find Seokjin taking out a batch of cupcakes from the oven. Jimin hadn’t known Seokjin as long as he knew Tae, but he did know that the broad-shouldered man had a very big crush on a certain green haired boy.
Seokjin was a magnificent baker and both Jimin and Tae were very lucky to have stumbled into him one day. Tae had accidentally spilled coffee all over the poor guy’s shirt, but he hadn’t gotten mad, actually it was the opposite. After he and Tae had exchanged numbers so that he could pay for his dry cleaning, they parted ways not thinking much about it. Then, to both of their surprise, Seokjin had texted Taehyung that night but about lunch instead of the dry-cleaning fee. Needless to say, those two got along very well and when Seokjin found out from Tae that Jimin owned a bakery he was so excited and even asked if we were looking for more staff, and the rest was history.
“Good morning, Seokjin-ssi.” Jimin called out, making the baker’s head pop up and a smile appear on his face.
“Morning Jimin-ah. Have a nice walk to work?” He asked while setting down the tray to let the cupcakes cool for a few minutes.
“Refreshing. You ready to open soon?”
“Ready when you are, Tae is almost done with the register-”
There was a loud crash of the cash register closing, “BINGO!” Tae shouted from outside the kitchen. “Let’s get a move on! Money doesn’t grow on trees ya’ know.”
Both men walked out of the kitchen and Seokjin quickly wraps his arm around Tae’s neck, putting him in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles on the top of his head, “Says the one who taped three one-dollar bills to a potted plant for my birthday present last year.”
Taehyung just giggled and wormed his way out of Seokjin’s hold, albeit a very weak hold. Running over to the front door he flipped the sign to open and was about to walk back when he turned to look through the glass door at something on the other side.
“What’s wrong?” Seokjin asked, slight concern etching into his features. But when Tae turned back around all they could see was a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Nooothing.” Taehyung said in such a sweetly innocent voice that Jimin knew not to trust. “Jiminie,” Tae practically whined, “Can you please work the register for the first couple minutes? I have to use the restroom.”
Jimin had known Taehyung long enough to know he did NOT have to use the bathroom, but he was already running across the shop and into the restrooms before he could say anything.
The younger turned to Seokjin with a questioning look, hoping he would have an idea what Tae was scheming, but all he got was an unconcerned shrug of the shoulders instead.
He sighed in defeat and decided to just go along with whatever it was. Believe it or not this was a normal thing that his best friend had done ever since they were children.
Jimin smiled as he reminisced about small memories of, he and Taehyung when they were in grade school, that was until the jingle of the entry doorbell sounded, and a familiar fluffy-haired man walked into the shop. He watched as the man ruffled his black locks and shrugged off his fancy coat.
Jimin hissed quietly at the elbow Seokjin sent flying into his side, “What was that for?”
“Try not to drool next time, it’s kind of a turn off.” Seokjin smirked as he dodged Jimin’s small fist aimed at his arm in response.
He franticly looked around for Taehyung who was probably still hiding in the bathroom before turning and facing the pale man now in front of him. Taehyung would pay for this little stunt later.
“Good morning, Jimin-ah.” The elders soft low voice greeted.
“Morning, Yoongi-ssi. You’re here early today.” Jimin couldn’t help but trail his eyes down to the book in his hands. “Did you start a new book?”
Yoongi glanced at the book in his hand before raising it to show off the cover, a pretty lilac color with a girl holding an umbrella. “Nope.” He answered, “It’s actually why I came in earlier than normal today, I wanted to finish in the right atmosphere. I saw the weather and I decided I just wanted to read with a great cup of coffee and the sound of the rain on the windows.”
There it was. That feeling of completely falling. Yoongi was the definition of perfect, at least in Jimin’s eyes. Seokjin and Taehyung could care less about the atmosphere of where a book is read, let alone actually read a book. Those two were more manga and webtoon readers than readers of literature.
Jimin, on the other hand, loved books. Everything from the feel of the book in his hands to the beautiful world created in one.
“Sounds like a peaceful morning. Perhaps I could borrow that one after you finish today.” Jimin said leaning slightly over the counter with his arms crossed trying to seem casual. He had had a crush on Yoongi ever since he stumbled into his shop one day demanding the largest cup of coffee they had and then continued to rant about how his coworker had gotten him in big trouble with his boss because he didn’t proofread something correctly.
Needless to say, Jimin found his rant very cute, seeing as how the man practically talked in a pout the whole time. Jimin had made him their largest sized coffee and proceeded to listen to the rest of his rant, where he discovered that Yoongi worked at a publishing company and absolutely adored books.
And that was it, the younger was smitten from then on.
“Only if I get one of your amazingly detailed recommendations for what I should read next as payment.” He laughed and threw a quick wink in his direction. Jimin could feel his face burn and quickly looked away, coughing to hopefully cover up the fact that he was almost swooning.
And this was the furthest their relationship had gotten, if you could even call it that, Jimin thought sullenly. It was still nice, don’t get him wrong, the days where the shop is calm and Jimin has time to sit with Yoongi as he adamantly talks about the latest novel he read, listening with his head in his hands. The younger would then recommend to Yoongi some of the books he highly praised and even let him borrow a couple of his own copies, to which Taehyung gaped, wide eyed as Yoongi walked off with the same book Jimin had almost bitten his hand off for touching.
Jimin cherished his books even more then his precious cup of morning coffee, so him lending Yoongi one of his favorite books was like seeing pigs fly in Taehyung’s mind.
“I’d be happy to recommend you something.”
“Great!” Yoongi practically glowed in excitement, which, in turn, made the blonde grin back. And they stayed like that for a good couple of seconds before a gagging sound came from behind him.
“As sickeningly sweet as this is… are you gonna order.” Seokjin bluntly asked, making Yoongi blush profusely and Jimin close his eyes with a soft sigh.
“Your regular?” Jimin asked, ignoring the man behind him.
“Sounds good.” Yoongi agreed sheepishly while taking out a few bills and handing them to Jimin.
He took them, putting them into the register, “Alrighty, I’ll bring it out to you once it’s done, so you can go ahead and get started on finishing your book before the rain stops.”
Yoongi sends him one last smile before heading off to his usual table by the window. Jimin just watches longingly as he walks away.
“Would you just ask him out already?” Taehyung’s voice pops up on his left. Jimin almost has a heart attack as he looks down to find the boy crouching under the counter, looking up and him. “This shy flirting-over-books thing is getting slightly annoying.”
“Look who’s talking,” Jimin huffed with a knowing gaze.
Taehyung just crosses his arms and huffs, “That’s different. Seokjin-hyung and I don’t subtly flirt over books.”
“Yeah but you do subtly flirt over your shared obsession with cute animal videos.” Jimin scoffed, “You hypocrite.”
“Yah!” Tae whined, “In my defense no one can resist cooing at Seokjin-hyung when he’s watching those videos.” He whispered harshly.
Jimin just rolled his eyes, “Just take the register while I make Yoongi’s coffee.”
Tae stood pin straight and saluted, “Sir, yes sir!”
“I hate you.”
“Shut up, you love me.”
With that, Jimin rolled his eyes and started to make Yoongi’s drink.
By the time Jimin came by Yoongi’s table, the man was fully emerged in the book and barely noticed when the younger had placed his drink in front of him. He walked away quietly to not disturb the man. Jimin always hated being interrupted while reading good books, he would know from how many times Tae had done just that.
---
A few weeks and a couple books later, Jimin is happy with how he and Yoongi started to get closer, their daily conversations over books changing to other things such as Yoongi’s job and his friends or Jimin’s family and his precious tabby cat. The more Jimin learned about Yoongi, the more his crush grew. But, none the less, he never acted on anything, scared of how the other would react.
Later that same week, Jimin is thoroughly surprised to get a call from an unknown number. He was just walking through the coffee shop doors before opening when he felt the buzzing of his cell phone and answered with a tentative greeting.
“Hello, is this by chance Jung Hoseok’s friend, Jimin-ssi?” A man’s voice asked. Jimin could tell he was probably calling from his car seeing as the background noise made his voice a little muffled and hard to hear.
“Yes? Did Hoseok give you my number?”
“Ah! Yes, I have a job offer for you. Hoseok recommended you very highly.” Jimin frowned a bit.
“Look I appreciate the offer, but I already have a job and Hoseok should have known—” He was cut off before he could finish.
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. I meant like a one-time thing.” The man spoke quickly, most likely fearful that Jimin would hang up the phone. “Me and my team are trying out a new marketing tactic for our latest project, and we were looking for a dancer to help out. I asked Hoseok and he would not stop rambling about how you would be perfect for the job.”
“Oh,” Jimin was now blushing, “I’m flattered, really. But I haven’t danced professionally in a long time. May I ask what company you are from and what the job entails?”
Taehyung must have seen him getting a little flustered over the praise because he slowly sauntered over and tried to lean his head next to the phone to listen in on his conversation before Jimin swiftly pushed him away. Taehyung crossed his arms and pouted playfully causing Jimin to smile.
Later, he mouthed.
He was brought back to the realization he was still on the phone when he heard the man’s voice ask, “So, does that sound like something you are okay with?”
The noise surrounding the man’s end of the call had stopped which brought Jimin to guess he was no longer driving. “Ah, I’m very sorry could you repeat what you said? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“Of course, me and my team are from Moonji Publishing and I just wanted to ask if you were able to meet up to talk about the details of the job in person? It would be easier than talking over the phone.” His voice was kind and now that the background noise was gone, it sounded oddly familiar.
Jimin kicked at the floor while he thought about it. He knew the company because his aunt had an internship there a couple years ago and if Hoseok knew the guy well enough to point him in Jimin’s direction then he didn’t see a problem with meeting up with him.
“Yes, that is fine with me.” Jimin said as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could hang up his coat on the hanger and flipped the closed sign on the front door. “Was there a place and time you had in mind?”
He heard a car door shut on the other side of the call, “Ah, yes of course. You could choose anytime that works for you but as for the place there is a small little coffee shop that I frequent a lot that would be nice and quiet enough for us to talk without any interruptions.”
“Guess who’s here again?” Taehyung whispered with a knowing smirk on his face before pointing outside where Jimin had a clear view of Yoongi making his way to the shop. He looked to be talking on the phone but still smiled at Jimin and gave a slight wave.
Jimin waved back, feeling his cheeks heat slightly before turning around to finish his conversation quickly so he could greet Yoongi once he got inside. He made his way around the counter and started to tie his apron around his slim waste.
“Uh, yes. Any place is fine as long as it’s after my shift today, so around three would work just fine.” The chime of the door opening behind Jimin sounded as Yoongi walked in phone still in held up to his ear.
But as the man on the other end agreed and started to thank him again, Jimin came to the realization of what was happening.
“Hyung?” Jimin asked, causing Yoongi to turn around from where he had been hanging up his coat and gaped at Jimin, then at his phone, and then back at Jimin.
Jimin busted out into laughter at how they were truly oblivious and how Yoongi didn’t seem to make the connection that the Jimin he was speaking to on the phone was the same one he had been fawning over books with for the past couple of months.
Yoongi smiled in disbelief and shook his head as if to say, ‘I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together’, then proceeded to walk over to Jimin who stood behind the register.
“Well, I guess meeting up won’t be that hard.” Yoongi chuckled, “But seriously I didn’t know you were a dancer! I would have been able to put things together quicker if I had known that little detail.”
Jimin just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “I minored in contemporary dance in college, it was a while ago. I still dance from time to time but not as often as I used to.”
“Oh,” Yoongi said hesitantly, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“No, no!” Jimin said frantically waving his hands, “It’s fine, I’d love to do this, but I still don’t know what this is exactly.”
“Well how about this,” He started, “I come back here after your shift and we can talk about it over a cup of coffee and maybe one of those blueberry scones your coworker makes.”
“You had me at blueberry scones!” Taehyung yelled as he popped his head out from the kitchen door where he undoubtedly, was eavesdropping. “Extra scones will be made for this glorious occasion! Seokjinnie-hyung! Set aside some scones for Jimin and his… special friend.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the two and before Jimin could get in a good punch to the arm, the boy ran away giggling.
“I am so sorry about him; he gets overly excited very easily.” Jimin said covering his face in embarrassment.
“It’s fine,” Yoongi reassured him, “Besides I don’t mind being a special friend.”
Jimin jaw dropped at Yoongi’s confidence. He couldn’t believe he had just blatantly flirted with him. His cheeks heated even more than before, if that was even possible, and Yoongi just smiled, waving his book in the air and went to go sit in his regular seat by the window.
Jimin finally snapped out of his surprise, closing his mouth and ducking his head so that no one would see his giddy smile. This was probably the farthest they’ve gotten in their relationship, if you can even call it that. There had been subtle movements and tiny touches of fingertips when exchanging books between one another on top of their conversations, but this was actual flirting.
Jimin couldn’t contain himself as he practically skipped to the coffee machine to start making Yoongi’s regular.
--
“You will have a small stage to yourself while the author will be off to the side a little bit where she will be reading off selected sections of the book.” Yoongi said, pointing down at the sketches of the stage laid out on the table in between both of them. “We have the selected poems that she wants to read, and your job would be to take those and choreograph something that tells the story that the poems are trying to tell.” Yoongi flipped through a couple of the pages until he found the selected poems.
It was cute, Jimin thought, how much Yoongi cared about his job. The particular book he and his team were currently working on was a compilation of poems. The printing date was set so the marketing team was putting all their ideas into action.
“We’ve never done this with any of our marketing projects so it’s a bit of a risk, but I have a feeling this will be amazing.” Yoongi states, and Jimin can practically see the shine of excitement in his eyes as he looked up every now and then from his papers. “It’s a very simple idea but with your dancing, I’m sure that it will practically bring the poems to life.”
“Dance has the power to do that.” Jimin smiles, thinking back to the days where whenever the stress of college was too much, he would always find himself making his way to the dance studio on campus. His eyes shifted to look out the windows, “Contemporary dance in particular, is a way to emit emotions so that your audience can feel the story you are trying to convey, almost as if it were tangible.”
When he turned back to Yoongi, he was surprised to find the man just looking at him. His eyes bright and practically beaming. He seemed relaxed, almost as if he were relieved.
“What?” Jimin asked, not able to subdue the slight smile of his lips.
“Nothing, it’s just… I’m just so happy Hoseok mentioned you when I was trying to find a dancer. This book is really important to me, and I need someone who I know feels about dance the same way or else this would just be a waste of time.”
Jimin could have cried, Yoongi cared so much about this project and the book as a whole. He already knew he wanted to be a part of the project but now, he knew if he didn’t say yes, he would beat himself up over it for the rest of his life.
“When do I start?”
Yoongi eyes, which had wondered back down to his marketing plans, shot up in surprise, “So you’ll do it?”
“Normally I wouldn’t, but I can tell you put so much dedication and work into this and I want to be a part of that kind of atmosphere.” And he really meant it.
“You won’t regret this Jimin-ah,” Then Yoongi surprised Jimin by grabbing his hand from across the table, an excited glimmer in his eyes. “I’ll let my team know you’re in, as well as the author.”
Jimin just smiled and nodded to hopefully cover up the fact that his heart was beating so fast and his cheeks were heating up.
“I’ll give you my number so that I can send you the pages that the author would like to read and if you have any questions you need answers to.” Suddenly Yoongi let go of his hands in favor of grabbing a business card from his wallet. “Seriously, just call or text me anytime if you have any questions.” And with that, Jimin slowly took the card from Yoongi’s outstretched hands trying not to let it be known how affected he was by Yoongi’s soft hands.
“Guess I will be seeing you more often, huh?” Jimin joked.
“I guess so.” And if Jimin hadn’t looked down to Yoongi’s business card he would have noticed the blush tinting the man’s pale cheeks.
--
The whole process took a while but whenever Jimin looks back on everything they had done from the planning, choreographing, sending out invites and much more behind-the-scenes work, he always thinks it went by so fast.
Jimin was now in the studio practicing his piece for the event that was only in a few days’ time. Yoongi was sat up against the wall to the right of the mirrors, watching with wide eyes.
It always made Jimin chuckle because the man had seen his routine about as many times as Jimin had practiced it and he still seemed in awe each time.
Jimin’s jaw dropped the first time Hoseok came into the studio saying Yoongi was outside and wanted to watch his practice. He quickly shook it off, trying to substitute composure for the panic he was feeling the whole time he was dancing. But it proved to be quite difficult with the man’s eyes following every step, move, and twist of his body.
Once in a while Yoongi would go outside for a few minutes to answer a call or talk to Hoseok and that was when Jimin could take a breather and get his emotions in check before the man sauntered back in quietly and sat back down.
Sometimes they would chat and Jimin would even ask for Yoongi’s opinion on a newly choreographed portion, to which his answer was always along the lines of ‘that was absolutely stunning.’ Or ‘I think that would work great with the story.’ A couple of times Yoongi would show up with the author to hear her thoughts and opinions seeing as it was her work Jimin was trying to portray.
Over time, having Yoongi in the studio with him felt normal and he was able to chat with him about things other than the project. But today was different, from the moment Jimin had seen Yoongi sit down in his normal spot the air had shifted. There was a certain tension in the room that Yoongi no doubt felt as well.
It was later in the night than Jimin normally practiced, he had texted Yoongi in the morning about his plans and told him that he understood if he couldn’t make it, but Yoongi just responded a few minutes later telling him how it was no problem and that he ‘couldn’t miss his daily dose of Jimin’ to which the dancer blushed furiously, rolling around in his bed to shake the warm and fuzzy feeling from his stomach.
Jimin has lost count of how many times he’s run through this choreography. He lifts his arms above his head and breathes deeply. At the sound of a one-man applause, he looks over at Yoongi and smiles, hoping his sweaty face will cover up his blush.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” Yoongi calls out.
Jimin thinks, “No, maybe one more time.”
He gets into the beginning pose and then slowly sinks to the floor. “Maybe not,” he grunts, laying spread eagle. Yoongi laughs from over on the floor and Jimin closes his eyes, letting his muscles relax before he does his post-dance stretches.
The sound of footsteps approaching makes relaxing suddenly very difficult. The footsteps don’t stop until they’re right next to him and then he hears a grunt as Yoongi sits down.
“I’m so out of shape,” he laughs.
Jimin laughs along but keeps his eyes closed, knowing if he opens them, they’ll show how nervous he is.
“You’ve really put together something amazing.”
Jimin smiles, not knowing what else to do except mumble, “Thank you.”
A moment passes and he hears some shifting to his right, and then a sigh. Daring to peek out of one eye, he sees Yoongi lying next to him. He quickly looks away and for second, he feels a wave of panic wash over him. They’ve never been this close, always a counter or a polite distance separating them. Jimin doesn’t know what to do. Does he need to do anything? Should he say something? Is Yoongi trying to say something? What does this mean?
He stops himself from overthinking before he completely loses his mind.
Whether Yoongi is trying to say something or not, he’s not actually saying anything, so…
So Jimin decides to just relax.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
The particular wooden must of the dance studio.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
His own sweat.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Relax
Yoongi still hasn’t said anything and now that Jimin has calmed down, he wonders. Whenever he’s around Yoongi, he’s playing the exhausting game of How Much of His Massive Crush Should He Reveal? Always monitoring how long he holds eye contact, his expression, his voice. He wonders.
What if he stopped?
It would be easier right now, when Yoongi can’t see him. Still, Jimin thinks that his feelings are so palpable that if he lets them out, somehow Yoongi could feel them.
But maybe it’s time.
Carefully, he thinks about Yoongi, his soft hands, his kind eyes, his sweet smile. The look on his face when he’s deep in a good book. When his laughs comes out low. The rare occasions when his laugh comes out high-pitched like an anime character. The warm, exhilarated way he makes Jimin feel.
“You know-”
Jimin is so startled out of his thoughts that he nearly misses what Yoongi says.
“I’ve been thinking.” His voice sounds soft and faraway almost. “I-” he stops, abruptly.
Jimin waits.
“I’ve been trying to think of a way to say this without completely giving myself away, but I don’t think I can.”
Jimin can’t look. But he has to. He opens his eyes and turns his head. Yoongi is looking up at the ceiling, but his eyes shift to Jimin when he sees him looking.
“What do you mean?” Jimin can barely hear his own voice over the blood pounding in his ears. He wills his body to calm down.
“I wanted to tell you how beautiful you dance, but I couldn’t think of a way to do it without also telling you how beautiful I think you are.”
Jimin briefly stops breathing. He can’t believe it, not yet.
“You-” his voice comes out a whisper, and he clears his throat. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes.
Jimin doesn’t think. He just speaks. “I think you’re beautiful, too.”
The laugh Yoongi lets out sounds more like a sigh of relief. “Really?”
Jimin nods, finally letting himself smile, letting himself believe.
“I-I’m glad,” Yoongi stutters and they burst into giggles.
Jimin rolls onto his side, facing him completely. “Like it wasn’t obvious.”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi mirrors his position again, “I’m not very good at telling when someone is into me. Hoseok’s always saying I’m the last to know.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad you know now,” Jimin smiles. He aches to reach out and touch him, but he doesn’t know if that’s allowed yet.
But, Yoongi was already brave today, it’s Jimin’s turn.
Slow enough that Yoongi could stop him if he wanted, Jimin lifts a hand and brings it to Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi grins and Jimin loves that he can feel it underneath his palm. Yoongi covers Jimin’s hand with his own, holding it so gently as he brings it to his lips to kiss his palm. Jimin’s heart practically skips a beat and he doesn’t notice that his lips have parted until he catches Yoongi glance at them.
It’s not even a question in his mind what he wants next, he’s been thinking about it for weeks. He twists his wrist around and laces their fingers together, then pointedly looks at Yoongi’s mouth, too shy to say it.
Yoongi’s smile is so adoring as he inches closer. Jimin can’t help but return it as he meets him in the middle, vision blurring with this gorgeous man.
When their lips finally meet, Jimin sighs through his nose, and Yoongi giggles softly at the tickling sensation. Jimin isn’t in the mood to part from him so he just presses in again and squeezes his hand. Yoongi opens his mouth a little more on the next kiss and Jimin makes an embarrassing noise. His grip on Yoongi’s hand is weakening as the kiss deepens and he’s glad when Yoongi guides his hand to rest on his shoulder and wraps his arm around Jimin’s back, bringing them even closer.
Jimin breaks the kiss for a breather but doesn’t put a centimeter of distance between them. “Hyung, I like you so much,” he murmurs.
Yoongi chuckles breathlessly, “I like you so much, Jiminie.”
“Jiminie?” he grins.
“Sorry,” Yoongi says, sheepishly, “can I call you that?”
Jimin just murmurs “Please,” before he kisses him again.
As amazing as this is, the floor doesn’t make the most comfortable of make-out spots.
“Could we sit up maybe?” Yoongi suggests after both of them admit to the side of their face going a bit numb.
Jimin nods and pushes himself up to sit. However, now they’re faced with the awkward task of finding a new position. Not willing to let this heat between them fade, Jimin shoves his nerves down and stands, holding out his hands to pull Yoongi up with him. Then, not letting go, he walks them over to the mirrored wall. Turning and pressing his back against it, he pulls Yoongi in and the kiss starts where it ended.
When Yoongi brushes the tip of his tongue against Jimin’s mouth, Jimin lets out a tiny surprised sound. He hurries to move past it and welcomes Yoongi’s tongue into his mouth, not expecting it to feel so good that he moans. His eyes snap open and he feels humiliated but Yoongi just smiles softly and kisses him again. His arms wind around Yoongi’s neck, holding their bodies together, close enough that he can feel every breath Yoongi takes.
He almost whines when Yoongi pulls back, his breath coming heavy.
“Sorry, I think if we keep going my knees are gonna give out.” He giggles like it wouldn’t be that bad.
“Okay,” Jimin says, “we could sit again? Like if we just slide down, you know?”
Yoongi looks elated at the idea, “Okay.”
They slowly lower to the floor and Jimin suddenly grows very hot at the realization of what position that would put Yoongi in. He worries that it’s too intimate but Yoongi straddles his outstretched legs, looking very pleased. He cups Jimin’s face in both of his ridiculously big hands and kisses him gently on the lips. Jimin’s hands come to Yoongi’s back and he sighs again, sinking closer.
It doesn’t take long for their kisses to grow exploratory again.
“Can I take this off? It’s a little hot in here,” Yoongi asks, his cheeks pink.
Jimin feels kind of dazed, but once he sees Yoongi’s hand on the zipper of his sweatshirt he nods. Something about watching Yoongi take his clothes off, and feeling him shift in his lap, sets a fire ablaze in him. And once the article has been tossed away, Jimin can’t get him close enough. The shirt he’s wearing gives Jimin access to his arms now, and he runs his hands along Yoongi’s biceps, his shoulders, down his back. He hesitates at his waist but decides to just move slowly. With a light touch, he slides his hands down Yoongi’s hips, then over his thighs. The moan his touch elicits takes him by surprise, but it’s welcome.
Yoongi breaks their kiss to pant in his neck, “You can keep touching me if you want. I like it.” And when he starts kissing Jimin’s neck, it’s Jimin’s turn to moan. He squeezes the thighs beneath his fingers and feels Yoongi shiver. He can barely keep it together, with Yoongi kissing up and down his neck, his jaw, beneath his ear. He tries to reciprocate with his hands, smoothing them up and down Yoongi’s thighs then massaging his thumbs at his waist, earning another shiver. When he slides his hands up Yoongi’s back, he accidentally takes the shirt with him.
Before he can apologize Yoongi is groaning, “You can take it off if you want.”
Jimin does and makes a decision of his own. Soon, both of their shirts lie discarded with the sweatshirt on the floor. They come together desperately, hands and mouths roaming heated skin.
“God, you’re so gorgeous,” Yoongi moans as Jimin sucks a hickey into his neck, his fingers twisting in Jimin’s hair.
Jimin just smiles into his hyung’s skin, kissing the pink mark. One hand squeezes Yoongi’s thigh, the other is stroking over his stomach because it makes Yoongi let out the most delicious moans.
After a particularly exquisite one, Yoongi falls forward into Jimin’s chest, his mouth right next to his ear.
“Jiminie,” he murmurs, “you can- you can touch me, if you want. I don’t need you to, we can keep going without it I just-”
“I want to.”
Yoongi pulls back to meet his eyes. “You sure?”
Jimin nods.
He is. He’s not completely naïve, he can feel Yoongi’s erection. Yoongi can probably feel his.
“I’m sure,” he says. “I’ve just, I’ve never done anything,” he admits, glancing away.
“That’s okay,” Yoongi assures him. “If you’re completely sure, we can go slow, and we can stop at any time.”
Jimin nods, feeling his nerves make a comeback. Yoongi sees.
“How about,” he strokes Jimin’s hair, “we just keep kissing and when you’re ready to go further, we will.”
“Okay.”
Yoongi smiles, leaning in to kiss him. They go slow, working back up to it, caresses becoming more daring, kisses growing deeper, until Jimin gasps for Yoongi to take his pants off.
Yoongi rises up onto his knees. There is a brief moment where Jimin’s nerves rear their head before being drowned in arousal at the sight of Yoongi hooking his thumbs in the band of his sweatpants and sliding them down, revealing milky thighs that Jimin could just eat up.
Once those pants are off, Jimin nods for his to be taken too. He catches Yoongi staring at his hips as he lifts them and feels a rush at being wanted like this. Yoongi situates their pants beneath Jimin’s legs so the position won’t be too hard on his knees. And then he climbs back into Jimin’s laps and joins their lips, however this time he ventures his caresses down Jimin’s chest, stroking his nipples as he goes which makes Jimin tense and whine. Yoongi’s touch is gentle as he drags his fingers down Jimin’s abdomen, coming to a stop at the waistband of his underwear.
Jimin breathes in. Breathes out.
He nods.
Yoongi still goes slow as he dips his fingers into Jimin’s underwear, still gentle as he wraps those long fingers around his erection. Jimin’s breath catches and he feels a shudder pass through him at the feeling of someone else’s hand on him.
“Okay?” Yoongi whispers, watching his face.
Jimin nods, words having left him.
Yoongi strokes upward, keeping his grip loose since it’s dry. It still makes Jimin’s head fall back against the mirror, breath stuttering.
Jimin’s eyes are closed, but he opens them when he feels Yoongi withdraw his hand. He watches Yoongi raise his hand to his mouth and assumes he spits into it because when he brings the hand back, it’s wet and the slide is so much better.
Jimin feels like all the energy has been drained from his body, Yoongi’s hand feels so good on him. He starts letting out soft moans as Yoongi finds a steady rhythm and it’s only when Yoongi leans in to kiss his neck does Jimin remember.
“Hyung,” he doesn’t intend to moan it. “Hyung, please, I want to touch you.”
“You can, let me take care of you first, though.”
“No, I want,” Jimin huffs, embarrassed at having say these desires aloud. “I want us both, together.”
Yoongi nods, “Oh, okay.”
Jimin licks his lips, bracing himself, and he hesitates. But even as the embarrassment floods him, Yoongi takes his hand and kisses his knuckles.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, “don’t be nervous.”
And Jimin wants to believe him. “I just- could you show me? “You know, how you like it?” He’s blushing furiously, but Yoongi’s eyes are so clearly affectionate that he doesn’t feel too humiliated.
“Of course, anything,” he says with a smile and gives one more kiss to Jimin’s fingers, then another to his lips. He keeps kissing him as he guides his hand to the front of his briefs. Jimin breaks the kiss but holds Yoongi close as he presses his hand along the line of his erection.
The little gasp that passes through Yoongi’s lips gives Jimin the courage to slide his hand into the briefs.
It’s a new sensation, touching someone else. He doesn’t dwell on it too much because Yoongi is shuddering in his lap. His confidence grows by the minute, and, emboldened by Yoongi’s reactions, he spits in his hand and strokes the full length.
“God, that feels good,” Yoongi gasps, in his ear and then shuffles around before reaching between and stroking Jimin again.
As their sighs and moans intermingle, Jimin has a sudden realization that he has never known intimacy or pleasure quite like this. The moment of mental clarity passes when Yoongi presses over a particularly sensitive spot and Jimin is back to moaning into Yoongi’s neck.
He’s breathing heavily from even the slightest touch of Yoongi’s hands and he can’t help but notice the slight aroma of coffee every time he panted, while nuzzled into Yoongi’s neck.
He’s almost too busy touching Yoongi to notice the beginnings of his orgasm, but he recognizes the familiar pleasure pooling in his abdomen.
“Hyung, I’m close,” he breathes.
Yoongi responds by speeding up his strokes and suddenly Jimin is shuddering through his orgasm. He’s panting and spent but that doesn’t stop him from touching Yoongi until he’s crying out and coming too.
They lean against each other, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Finally, Yoongi pulls back and smiles and Jimin already loves that smile. Just to prove it, he tilts his head and kisses it. He closes his eyes and inhales.
Breathe in.
Yoongi