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"I'm moving out."
"Yoongi hyung, don't be so dramatic, this hair length and color really suits him."
"Hoseok, that's the fucking reason," Yoongi covered his face with his hands, exhaling heavily and hearing this friend laugh at his misfortune.
"But you should be happy, you practically live with your crush, he gets more beautiful every day, takes care of you, even hugs your grumpy ass while watching movies, nothing but pluses!" the ever-positive Hoseok argued.
It was a shame his arguments had no effect on his problem, or rather, were arguments in favor of his moving out.
He lowered his palms to glare at Hobi, which made him giggle even harder, nearly spitting out his sweet coffee.
"I'm unfriending you," Yoongi muttered.
Hoseok rolled his eyes, walking around the table and sitting next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Yoongi jerked his shoulder to shake him off, but his friend squeezed him tighter.
"Hyung, come on. How long have you been obsessed with him? Five years? And every time he changes his hair, you get panicked and dramatic. But then you get used to it and everything goes back to normal, right?"
Yoongi wanted to groan, remembering every single one of Jimin's image changes.
"Hobi, I'm not getting used to it, I'm getting crazier every time, and this... these long locks, like at the fucking shampoo bottle, are the last straw. I can't live with him anymore. I can't function normally. I can't breathe, I..."
He jumped at the vibration of his phone and saw an incoming message from Jimin.
Jiminie: "Hyung, you ran away so fast, are you okay? Do you need help?"
"Did you just run away when he came home from the hair stylist?" Hoseok's expression turned from amusement to disapproval.
Yoongi groaned again.
He put his phone down on the table and picked up his coffee, downing it in one gulp. There were a lot of people around the coffee shop, a lot of couples. Fuck, why did everyone have it so quick and mutual, while he was destined for such suffering? Just why?
"Yoongi? If that's true, then I'm unfriending you. Because Jiminie probably thought you didn't like the way he looked!"
"How the fuck could I not like it?" God, he wanted to cry.
Hobi exhaled, as if he were dealing with the dumbest person on earth, and maybe he was. He took Yoongi's phone and shoved it harshly into his hand.
"Write that I called a minute before he came and asked for help getting a kitten out of a tree or something. I won't let you make worse Jiminie's already fragile self-esteem."
Yoongi closed his eyes, exhaled, then opened his phone with shaking hands.
Hobi was right, and Jimin could really take it personally, and the last thing Yoongi wanted was to hurt him and make him cry.
He swallowed and clenched his teeth as he typed.
Me: "Sorry, Jiminie, Hobi needed help urgently, I'll tell you more later."
"Great. Now go home, compliment him, and maybe confess your feelings already?"
Yoongi glared at his friend.
"I thought I asked to meet so you could help me, not make fun of me," he muttered.
Hoseok rolled his eyes again, "I'm not making fun of you. I'm sick of watching this slowburn."
Yoongi furrowed his brows, "This what?" Where do they pick up those teenage phrases, honestly!
"Yoongi hyung, go home. Get some sleep, relax. Everything will be fine. But if you suddenly decide to confess to him, I'll be your best man!"
"What the hell are you..."
The younger got up from the table mid-sentence, patted him on the shoulder, and left.
No respect. No support. Maybe it was time for him to change his circle of friends. Most likely.
God.
He fell facedown into his hands on the table and groaned again.
"Excuse me, are you leaving soon? This is the last free table for two, and my boyfriend and I..."
Yoongi looked up at the girl standing next to him, apparently a student, and the quieter guy hiding behind her. Kids were pretty bold these days. She was probably the first to confess to him... unlike Yoongi...
"So you... soon?" she asked again, breaking him out of his thoughts, and he nodded, abruptly standing up and leaving the cafe.
He had nowhere else to go. The longer he was gone, the more details he'd have to come up with for this little lie, and he really didn't want to lie to Jimin, and it wasn't like his brain was in a good state for that.
Yoongi trudged slowly toward their apartment, trying to brace himself. Maybe he was being dramatic, and his brain had embellished everything? Maybe Jimin had just decided to play a joke on him and put on a wig, and he, shocked, mistook it for real hair, maybe...
He arrived at their door way too quickly, swallowed decisively again, and unlocked the door.
"Hyung! Are you back? What happened?" Jimin immediately ran out from somewhere in the kitchen. He looked worried and upset. And fuck... no, Yoongi's brain hadn't exaggerated. The guy really got hair extension and looked like a god. He used to be an angel in Yoongi's mind, and now he was a god.
"Yoongi hyung, you're scaring me, what's wrong?"
Those brown eyes were so close now, wide with worry. Those eyes... His lips were parted. Those lips. God. Why was he suffering like this? Why hadn't he refused the first minute when Hobi brought him to meet the younger boy and suggested they share an apartment? He'd already understood everything from the first glance at Jimin.
"Y-yes, me, Hoseok, kitten, yes."
Fuck. So smooth.
The younger's eyes widened even more, and he placed his hand over his heart, "What happened?"
Oh, God, Yoongi, get it together.
He cleared his throat and looked down, squatting, unlacing his sneakers, which he usually just simply took off. He needed not to see this god in front of him to function.
"Hobi called that there was a kitten screaming in a tree near the studio, but he was afraid to climb up there because of the bees, so he asked me. I got it out, everything's fine."
Great. Well done. Only the laces were done, and he no longer had an excuse to stay down and not look at Jimin.
He closed his eyes and stood up.
"Wait, are you hurt? Are you stung by bees? Let me check you out," the blond began to spin him around, carefully examining every inch of skin, even though he was almost completely covered by clothing.
"Jiminie, it's okay, I’d feel it," he said quietly, stepping away from the boy's hands, feeling like he was under a microscope.
"That's true," the younger nodded. "So what about the kitten?" he furrowed his brow.
"I-it's fine, one of Hobi's students took it in. I... um... I'll just take a quick shower after the tree and..." he nodded, and without waiting for a reaction, rushed to his room to get his clothes, then to the bathroom, not looking at Jimin.
When he finally climbed under the hot water, he started banging his forehead on the tiles. What should he do now? How can he talk to Jimin normally? How can he compliment him without revealing his feelings? Or maybe Hobi was right, and he needed to confess to end this torment. But for that, he'd probably need to find a new apartment first. Maybe he should just come up with something and move out? Gosh...
The skin on his fingers was already wrinkled from the water; he needed to get out. He needed to get out and act like a mature, sane person. He could do it. Probably.
Yoongi pulled on a T-shirt and sweatpants and walked out of the bathroom, immediately hearing footsteps.
"Yoongi hyung, I ordered chicken today, let's eat together?" the younger boy smiled. And how could Yoongi refuse him? Right, he couldn’t.
He nodded and followed the blond, noticing that he had already tied part of his hair back into a ponytail.
God, why was he so divinely handsome? Was this even legal?
Jimin set the table himself, pouring them tea, and sat across from him, looking at Yoongi with some kind of suspicion. Yeah, he would have been suspicious of himself too. He probably looked like some kind of creep, but how could he not look at Jimin every fucking second?
Yoongi loved him no matter what his hair color, but he was certain the younger boy was a natural blond. But those strands falling over his eyes and cheeks, those curls hugging the sides of his long neck, falling over his bare collarbones in that white T-shirt...
"You don't like it at all? Hyung, you... you can tell me, I understand. Everyone has their own taste," Jimin said quietly and sadly, his lips involuntarily pouting. And damn, Yoongi's whole body was in a frenzy at the sight of those pouty lips, so he managed to blink and look down at his plate. With his untouched food.
"No, Jiminie, I like it, I'm just... I'm just not hungry," his hand instinctively reached out to scratch the back of his neck. Of course, he was embarrassed that Jimin had taken care of him, and he, like an idiot...
"I'm not talking about the food," the younger said a little more harshly, forcing Yoongi to look up at him. The blond's perfect eyebrows were furrowed, his pout deepening.
Fuck. Of course. He was talking about his new hair. Fuck. Got you, Min Yoongi. And what could he say? You look like a god? I’m ready to kiss the sand you walked on? Can I worship you?
"I see. You could have just said it," Jimin exhaled, abruptly rising from the table and heading to his room.
Fuck!
Yoongi groaned resignedly into his palms. Why was his life a tragicomedy? Just why? He was sure that if he went to Jimin's room now, Jimin would chase him away without even listening. Damn it, there would be nothing to listen to, because Yoongi still couldn't figure out what to say or how to say it without betraying his long-standing feelings. Maybe Hoseok was right?
Maybe it was time?
Suddenly, the door to the younger's room opened, and he walked out, quickly walking back to the table. Yoongi's heart first stopped, then sped up. Honestly, at that moment, he was ready for Jimin to punch him in the face. Or force him to talk. He didn't know which was worse.
But Jimin wasn't looking at him. He angrily walked to the windowsill, grabbed his phone, which he'd apparently forgotten there, and turned back around. And finally, Yoongi's brain clicked into action. He jumped up from his chair, slamming his knee onto the tabletop, hissing in pain, but luckily managing to grab Jimin's wrist and yank him toward him.
"Jimin, wait."
"What? If you think this is terrible, or so unsuitable for me, or I don't know, you could have just told me. It would have been better than just avoiding me or looking at me with disgust."
"What the fuck, Jiminie?" Yoongi couldn't listen anymore.
"What the fuck? Are you serious, hyung?" furious eyes pierced his.
Yoongi didn't like that look, he didn't like this situation, damn it.
"Jimin, I'm serious. "This... this hair, this hairstyle, it suits you really perfect," he mumbled.
The younger boy made a disgruntled face, sucking in his cheeks.
"Thank you, but I don't need lies. I can see everything in your eyes!" he growled, turning around and trying to break free, but Yoongi pulled him back sharply, now catching the boy's torso with his arms and pressing against him from behind. Fuck, he could bet Jimin could feel his heart pounding madly against his skin, feel his trembling.
Yoongi exhaled resignedly, resting his head on the boy's nape. His entire body was shaking from the adrenaline rushing through his blood, but he had to pull himself together. And now that he'd gotten to this situation, he saw no point in hiding anything. He'd been holding it in for five years, and now this moment had come.
"Jimin-ah," he whispered, his hands tightening slightly on the blonde's waist.
The younger man didn't respond, and Yoongi could feel him shaking too. Probably still from anger.
"Jimin-ah, I didn't say anything and ran away because..." he chuckled bitterly, "because I didn't know what to do with myself. I was afraid to pounce on you, I... God... you should see yourself... you... it's hard enough for me to live with you because... because you're perfect inside and out," he exhaled tremblingly, "And you're beautiful in any form, whether you're getting ready for performances or parties, or when you wake up a little puffy and disheveled. I could look at you every second of my life and worship you, admire you. It's hard enough for me to hide my emotions every time I see you, but today... when you came with that hairdo, honestly, I just panicked. Because I felt like I wouldn't be able to contain myself. That I wouldn't be able to live with you anymore without being able to openly worship you. Touch you, kiss you," he finished in a whisper, squeezing his eyes tighter and preparing for Jimin to break free and leave or kick him out.
"I-Is that true?" the younger asked in a whisper. Yoongi chuckled again.
"It's true, Jiminie... I don't know how you didn't see it in my eyes... I'm sorry I kept quiet. I was afraid of losing you, afraid that we'd stop talking, that we'd stop living together. I was afraid of losing you."
Just the thought made his eyes fill with tears, and his hands tightened around Jimin's waist.
"P-prove it to me then," Jimin said hesitantly.
Yoongi's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Prove it how?"
"Kiss me."
Yoongi's eyes widened, he swallowed loudly.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Hyung, if it's all true, then kiss me," Jimin said again, louder and more confident, though his voice trembled slightly, and Yoongi didn't know what to do with himself. But if Jimin asked... Whatever it meant—to trick him, to catch him, or to test him...
He unclenched his left hand, slowly raised it, and with trembling fingers brushed strands of hair from the boy's neck to his left shoulder. He closed his eyes again and softly touched his lips to his neck. Goosebumps immediately broke out on Jimin's skin. Yoongi was close to tears.
He kissed a little lower—the top of the moon. He kissed further to the right, tracing with his lips a map of the starry sky, because that was what Jimin was to him—the sky, the universe.
Yoongi was trembling, breathing raggedly, kissing the younger man's neck again and again. Carefully, as if he was about to disappear, and greedily, expecting it to be over.
He heard a loud intake of breath, tearing him out of some daze, and found himself licking Jimin's pulse point, the boy's head tilted to the left, giving him more room to caress, the blonde's hands on top of his own, one tightly gripping his waist, the other his chest.
Fuck, when did he get so carried away? Indulged in so much?
But Jimin didn't struggle, didn't resist. His lips were parted, his eyes squeezed shut. He was breathing rapidly, loudly now. Did he really not mind? Did he really want this too?
Yoongi didn't know what to do. He didn't want to stop. But he also didn't understand what Jimin wanted. Was it just hormones, just arousal, or was it the truth. He really didn't mind, he didn't mind any of this.
He licked a stripe up his neck again, sucking lightly under his ear, and whispered, "Jimin..."
But what could he ask? What could he say?
No words came out in response, no. Jimin raised one hand, burying it in Yoongi's hair, turned his head, and touched his lips to Yoongi's.
Yoongi felt like a bomb had exploded inside him. He inhaled in surprise, forgetting to respond, forgetting that...
Jimin pulled back a centimeter, looked into his eyes, smiled, and pulled him in again, this time taking him in more greedily, more hotly, more passionately.
And Yoongi couldn't help but moan, pressing him even closer, not believing this was happening. He was about to wake up. This was all a dream.
But a moment later, a warm tongue began caressing his own, the fingers of Jimin's left hand intertwined with his, his ass pressed against Yoongi's crotch, sending a wave of pleasure through his entire body.
Yoongi raised his hand, feeling for the boy's nipple, gently squeezing it through his shirt, simultaneously sucking on his tongue and thrusting his hips forward, and Jimin moaned so loudly and sweetly, breaking the kiss, that Yoongi realized. This wasn't a dream.
Fuck.
He lowered his lips to the boy's neck again, continuing to caress his nipple with his fingers.
He couldn't enjoy it, couldn't stop, damn it. He was mesmerized.
"So beautiful Jiminie, such a pretty baby," he whispered.
The boy moaned again, only this time his moan formed the letters "hyung," and he abruptly pulled away from Yoongi's arms, turning around and capturing his lips completely.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around him, pressing him so tightly that there was no space left between them, giving himself entirely to this kiss, revealing himself completely, all his feelings.
Damn, how he'd dreamed of this.
Jimin was so warm, so soft, so pliant in his arms. He belonged to them. And Yoongi belonged to him completely. With all his heart, soul, and body.
The kisses grew deeper and hotter, Yoongi felt arousal buzzing beneath his skin, felt his cock swell and Jimin's swell as they touched. Damn.
He wanted him. Wanted him more than he'd ever wanted anyone.
"Jimin-ah, Jimin-ah, wait," he whispered, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against the guy's.
"What is it?" the younger man replied breathlessly, still clutching his hair with his fingers.
"I... what do you want?"
Jimin pulled back, furrowing his brow, and Yoongi's heart sank.
"You.., isn't it obvious?"
God, Yoongi felt like he might pass out today. But still...
"B-but how? I mean... if you want just one time, I'm fine with that too, I'm ready for anything with you, it's just..."
"Silly hyung," Jiminie chuckled, cupping his cheeks. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, they were so sparkling that it took Yoongi's breath away.
"I want everything with you, in case you haven't noticed how I've been flirting with you all these years."
"You what?" Yoongi squeezed, feeling like a complete idiot right now. This couldn't be happening.
Jimin giggled, throwing his head back, revealing his neck, where pink hickeys bloomed on one side, drawn by Yoongi's lips.
But after a few moments, the younger boy lowered his head, as if activating his second personality—the seduction demon. His eyes were now blazing, hidden by white locks of hair, his sharp eyebrows arched, and his lips curled into a devilish grin.
He moved so close to Yoongi that as he whispered, his lips brushed against his, "I'll tell you later, if you prove you deserve it." He finished the sentence by licking Yoongi's bottom lip and leaning back again, smirking.
Yoongi's body trembled with heat, and the next moment, it was as if someone had possessed him, because he moaned loudly, grabbing the blonde by the back of his head with one hand, his waist with the other, and pulled him into a kiss as hot as Jimin himself.
Fuck, this was really happening. This was really happening, and he was ready to prove it to Jimin, to show him everything. How much he adored him, how much he wanted him with every cell of his body.
He dug his fingers into the boy's long hair, tilting his head back and digging into the clean side of his neck, making Jimin cry out, "fuck, aaaahh”
This sound, the pain of the blond's nails digging into his shoulders spurred him on even more, and he had no intention of fucking finishing.
He quickly ripped off Jimin's shirt, immediately beginning to greedily lick his collarbones and chest, finally landing on his nipples with his lips, tugging at them with his teeth, gently nipping first one, then the other, his hands squeezing the guy so tightly it would likely leave bruises. But fuck, no, Jimin didn't mind, writhing in his arms like a melody, moaning, breathing loudly and so thickly, so sweetly.
Yoongi couldn't stop covering every inch of his body with his hands and lips, finally licking the letters of the tattoo on his ribs, finally licking his belly button and the thin trail of hair trailing under his gray pants, where his arousal was clearly visible.
"Yoongi hyung, fuck, wait," Jimin whispered, pulling Yoongi's hair, pulling him away from his pants. Fuck, he definitely knew how to work magic, because Yoongi didn't notice how he got on the knees, how he began licking the gray fabric hiding Jimin's hard cock, how his hands dug in and massaged the cheeks of his ass.
He blinked, raising his head. Jimin looked down at him, his divine body covered in red flowers from Yoongi's hickeys and bites, his hair lying in curls on his shoulders and collarbones, his swollen scarlet lips parted by hot breath, his eyes glowing. Fuck, Yoongi felt himself in his place, at his feet, worshiping him.
"Such a pretty hyung," the younger whispered, stroking his chin with his fingertips, "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."
God, Yoongi was a hair's breadth away from cumming. From these words and these gentle touches as the fire blazed between them. From how divine Jimin was.
The chill on his skin from Jimin removing his fingers from his face was scalding, but the reason he removed them only heated Yoongi up further. Because the blonde bit his lip, still looking into his eyes, grabbed the waistband of his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear, finally exposing himself completely.
Yoongi wanted to cry.
Again.
He rested his forehead on the boy's stomach, feeling his hard, wet cock against the side of his cheek, begging for attention. But he needed a few moments to compose himself.
Fuck, he'd seen Jimin in his underwear before, of course he had, many times. He'd seen his perfect dancer's body, his muscles, his skin, but... that was all in a different context; he forbade himself to imagine what would happen if... Who was he lying to? Of course he had, and more than once.
But now, looking at him, feeling him, he couldn't believe it. He exhaled sharply, noticing the guy's abdominal muscles contracting and his cock twitching, and his restraint was gone.
He ran his tongue from base to tip, licking up a drop of precum, barely touching it, and took him into his mouth, sucking on the head, immediately hearing a moan from above.
This was definitely the best moment of his life, and Yoongi wanted it to last as long as possible, wanted to savor this moment, Jimin, to the fullest.
He gripped the guy's hips in his palms, taking him as deeply as his mouth would allow, then, feeling his throat contract, pulled him out, licking him again with cat-like licks. Then he began peppering kisses all over the shaft and took him back into his mouth, wrapping his lips around him harder and moving quickly up and down.
He hadn't given many blow jobs in his life, but he'd watched enough porn to try everything he could on Jimin to give him maximum pleasure. He looked up, still sucking, and saw Jimin with his head thrown back, breathing sharply and deeply, his abdominal muscles contracting every few seconds, his neck and chest flushed, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and fuck, there must have been something wrong with Yoongi, because he wanted to lick every drop off his body.
He pressed his lips even harder, began to help with his tongue, speeding up, continuing to absorb these sounds, this image, him.
"Fuck, hyung, I'm going to..." The younger boy lowered his head, looking at Yoongi and clutching his hair. He looked destroyed already. He looked the most beautiful.
Yoongi understood what he meant and, without taking his eyes off the younger man, sped up even more, hearing even louder moans, watching Jimin's entire body shudder, feeling how he thrust into Yoongi's mouth harder, and finally shoot hot cum into his mouth, squeezing him tighter and doubling over with the force of his orgasm.
Yoongi continued to gently trace the head with his tongue, enjoying the younger man's trembling, prolonging his pleasure until he arched his hips back in hypersensitivity.
Yoongi felt like he was about to come himself, his legs shaking from the numbness as he stood up and spat the cum into the sink, rinsing his mouth and returning to Jimin, who was half-lying on the floor and still trembling.
He cupped Jimin's cheek in his hand, gently stroking it.
"How are you, baby?" he asked in a whisper.
The blonde opened his still-unfocused eyes and smiled, pulling Yoongi into a deep, languid, slow kiss.
"I'm fucking better than I've ever been in my life," the younger whispered, breaking the kiss, and Yoongi chuckled, feeling his cheeks and neck flush from the praise.
"Hyung, I'm not talking to you," Jimin suddenly took on a serious expression, leaning away from Yoongi, and his heart immediately sank.
"What? Why?" he furrowed his brows. Did Jimin regret it? Or didn't like it? Or...
"Because if you'd confessed earlier, we would have been doing this a long time ago, and I wouldn't have to imagine all this to relieve the tension," he pouted. And apparently, Yoongi's brain was sluggish because all the blood was still in his dick, because it took him a minute to realize what the younger had said.
His eyes widened, "Yah! You could have said it too! I had to imagine it and suffer too!"
Jiminie giggled, falling onto his chest, and Yoongi hugged him, holding him close, running his fingers through his hair, inhaling his scent, smiling.
"Hyung," Jimin said quietly, moving his head up to Yoongi's ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps.
"Hm?" he close his eyes from the bliss.
"Fuck me, please?"
"Fuck, you'll be the death of me, Jimin-ah!" Yoongi choked out, hearing the younger man chuckle before pressing down on his chest, pushing him onto his back and straddling him.
Yoongi grabbed the younger man's hips as they came into contact with his cock, which had sagged slightly from the pause but was now swelling again.
"Are... are you sure?" he stuttered, finally opening his eyes and biting his lip to keep from whining at the sight of this naked god on top of him.
The younger man chuckled, lifting himself up slightly and pulling down Yoongi's pants and boxers. Then he licked his lips, looking at his cock. Damn, he was definitely a sex demon.
When a small hand wrapped around Yoongi's cock, he threw his head back, groaning and squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't know even such a touch would be so inflaming.
"Jimin-ah, I don't... I won't last long," he said shamefully, to which the younger boy whined in displeasure.
"Okay, then we'll change the plan," he said again, pleased, and climbed off Yoongi, kneeling next to him on the floor.
"W-what?" Yoongi was at a loss.
"Get up, Yoongi hyung," Jiminie smirked, and fuck. This would be the fastest orgasm of his life, Yoongi was sure of it. He climbed onto his knees, then onto his feet, leaning against the table, and looked uncertainly at the younger boy. Expecting him to...
But fuck, of course not. This guy was definitely more original. He folded his hands on his knees and opened his mouth.
"Cum all over me," he whispered, sticking out his tongue.
"Fuck," Yoongi hissed, taking his cock in his hand and starting to pump rapidly. God, it was a scene straight out of the most erotic dreams in the world.
He wanted to close his eyes in pleasure and the approaching orgasm, but he couldn't stop looking at Jimin... at this Jimin, kneeling before him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he finally closed his eyes, moaning loudly, feeling the pleasure explode like fireworks in his body, his ears ringing, and white spots flickering under his eyelids.
But when he took a couple of breaths and opened his eyes, he almost came a second time, watching the divine Jimin now adorned with pearls of his cum on his chest, face, hair, and plump lips, which the younger licked with pleasure. This... this was a true work of art, created by the two of them.
"Fucking hell, baby," Yoongi groaned, mesmerized, bringing his thumb to Jimin's lips and watching it disappear behind them, feeling a warm tongue caress it.
Jimin released his thumb and smiled, "Now I suggest we take a bath, quickly confess our love, and then go to my room for round two."
Yoongi laughed, shaking his head, "You'll be the death of me, baby, but I agree to die like this."