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Jimin let out a frustrated growl as he tripped over his own feet for the umpteenth time that night, tugging at his taupe hair to the point where a few tears slipped out. God how could he have been so reckless and hurt Yoongi like that. Falling onto the floor with a thud the small dancer sighed and rolled over.
“Yoongi-hyung, please forgive me for being an idiot.” Jimin could feel his face getting hot and bottom lip trembling as that familiar knot in his throat formed, and he folded in on himself as he cried. The look of hurt and pain on the older’s face as he just shook his head and turned to walk off replayed over and over, fueling his practically useless sobs because the damage had been done, he really was crying over spilled milk.
“Don’t you think you’ve pushed this off for too long now?” Hoseok was playing with the straw in his milkshake as he looked at the exhausted and emotional wreck called Min Yoongi before him, his hair was stuffed under a beanie to hide how messy it had become and the bags under his eyes told of many sleepless nights.
“No, I don’t think I’ve pushed this off long enough and don’t really intend to confront it until I feel like it."
“Which would happen to be… never?” Hoseok couldn’t stop his brow from arching and rolled his eyes when Yoongi nodded, this was getting out of hand. It was going to be a matter of time before one of them snapped and they all ended up having a meeting about it. “Do you remember what happened last time one of us avoided a situation, I know you would not like to have a repeat of that.”
Yoongi grabbed the edges of his beanie and pulled it down over his ears, call him childish if you will. But it was in the past, he didn’t want to be reminded of what happened the last time they had a group meeting pertaining to a particularly nasty fight he and Jungkook had. He really didn’t want to hear about how Hoseok was right and that he needed to stop moping around and confront Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung about the whole thing.
Hoseok rolled his eyes and truly wondered who was the hyung at the moment because Min Yoongi did not exist right now. Picking up his nearly melted shake Hoseok polished the rest of it off and looked to the watch on his wrist. "We should probably get going Yoongs the rush is getting ready to come in."
“What the fuck is wrong with you, that nearly hit me?!” Jungkook screamed as he looked at the broken mug that was mere inches away from his feet and looked at the apparently seething older male.
“Yeah, no fucking shit Jungkook! My problem is that we wouldn’t even be in this mess if you had listened to me in the first place! My best friend refuses to even acknowledge my presence!” Jungkook couldn’t believe what he was hearing, problem? Best friend… his fault? He could feel his face getting hot and before he knew it, he landed a heavy fist on their very beautiful and very expensive glass table.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Yah! Say that shit again! Say it again Taehyung, how is it my fault when Jimin won’t talk to you, much less even me? You’re acting like this wasn’t a joint decision as to what we did so how dare you put the blame on me?!” Jungkook screamed back and dodged the plate that Taehyung had threw at him as the older screeched, watching him pick up another dish, a bowl this time that just happened to be the next victim and dodged it once again. Seokjin was going to scream bloody murder when he came home and saw the mess
“If you hadn’t suggested a threesome in the first place we wouldn’t even be fighting-”
“If you hadn’t enjoyed it so much I would have just told Jimin to leave since you were so against it in the first place!” Another dish. Another crash. By the time Taehyung would have finished throwing dishes at him, there would be nothing left.
“Oh, you're the one to talk Jungkook-”
“What the actual fuck is going on here?!” Yoongi’s eyes widened in pure shock at the mess in that was unfolding before them, the elder turned to his dongsaeng wondering if Hoseok was seeing the same things he was seeing.
“I’m out of here.” Taehyung scoffed and began to make his way out of the kitchen but the sudden hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked back to glare at the culprit and nearly, nearly backed down at the look Yoongi was giving him.
“Let go of me hyung.” Taehyung grit through his teeth as he tried to pull away from the older, he wasn’t in the mood to be lectured and would have honestly preferred he hear it later. Now was not the time. He heard yoongi scoff and clenched his jaw, that was until Hoseok stepped in.
“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, clean this mess up and when you’re done. Living room until Seokjin and Namjoon get home.” Hoseok was not having it, reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and with a few buttons quickly dialed Namjoon and Seokjin. Before turning out of the kitchen he looked at the two and gave them a disappointed shake of his head. Yoongi let go of Taehyung’s wrist and looked at the arguing couple and raised a brow.
“This isn’t going to clean itself, get to it.” Yoongi could actually hear Seokjin screaming into the phone furious and Hoseok trying his best to not lose an eardrum. And sighed, things really were spiraling out of control, and all because he wasn’t ready to confront the three maknaes on their relationship. He could hear the youngers bickering quietly as they began to clean the kitchen up and rested his head against the wall, thinking back to the night on how this all started.
Yoongi groaned as he stretched his arms above his head, the headphone he wore earlier falling onto the desk with a clatter. Slumping down he looked at Jungkook who was still shoving his face into the monitor trying to edit the last of the tracks, he couldn’t help but snort and shake his head before clapping the younger on the shoulder.
Jungkook nearly jumped out of his seat and turned to look at Yoongi with a small frown.
“Come on, you’ve worked hard enough on your tracks Kook. I don’t need Seokjin killing me about having you here at all hours of the night.” Jungkook removed his headphones and looked at his hyung and shook his head.
“You’re one to talk hyung, Seokjinnie hyung would kill you because you stayed here all night not me. I’m too good.” Yoongi arched a brow at the giant smile he was receiving from the younger and rolled his eyes, swiveling in his chair Yoongi quickly saved his work and shut down the monitor for the night. He was trying to be the responsible one for tonight because he knew Jin and Namjoon would be busy fucking each other stupid and he was NOT keen on trying to explain why the dorm burnt down in the first place. He could feel his face contort into a mixture of unpleasantness and disgust and stood to grab his water.
“What’s with the face hyung? Thought about our hyungs?” As much as he jested, Jungkook didn’t know how right he was. That was an image he’d rather not ever see again. Yoongi heard the other snort as he shut down the monitor and began to grab all of his belongings.
Quickly grabbing his keys Yoongi locked up his studio once Jungkook closed the door behind them, if their timing was about right, Jimin and Taehyung should have been booted out of the dance room in favor of the older and leader. He frowned but his mind instantly went back to Jimin… Park Jimin was going to be the death of him for sure. “You’re next.” Those words could and would not stop playing over and over in his mind, especially how he was looking way too irresistible tonight.
“So Hyung, what did you think of Jimin? Doesn’t he look absolutely fuckable?” Jungkook couldn’t help but tease the older, because it was true. He would know from first-hand experience anyway, but he had his eyes set on another prize tonight, Namjoon and Jin weren’t going to be the only ones getting their dicks wet tonight.
“He always looks fuckable,” Yoongi muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for Kook to hear who snorted in amusement. But he knew he wasn’t wrong about Jimin looking fuckable in nearly everything he did, especially tonight. He just wanted nothing more than to pin the younger down and make him forget his own name, but in all due time, he supposed.
"Ah, we're here Hyung." Jungkook looked up to see the dance room door locked and Jimin and Taehyung nowhere to be seen.
"Maybe they're joining in on Namjoon and Jin?" Yoongi jested much to Jungkooks' disgust. He didn't want to think about either Tae or Jimin getting it on with Namjoon and Jin.
"Haha, very funny Hyung. Maybe they went around the corner so they wouldn't have to hear what's going on in the dance room." Both grimaced at the sound of a very loud moan from the other side of the door and quickly began walking again, that was a sound that was going to haunt their nightmares for all eternity.
"I think I hear them..."
“I get you have a voyeur kink, but that is too intimate, even for me.” Yoongi could see Taehyung caging Jimin in against the wall as he looked down on the smaller male older licking his lips, listening to the small whine that escaped when he ran his thumb along Jimin’s bottom lip.
“And if you want it that bad, you should know by now that Kook and I have no problem indulging you. Just-”
“That’s hot.”
“What the-”
Jimin and Taehyung jumped at the sudden voices and quickly moved away from one another, thinking they had been caught by custodial staff or something. Jimin's eyes widened when he realized who it was though and immediately felt shame and guilt rising while Taehyung on the other hand visibly relaxed tenfold and quickly made his way to drape himself all over Jungkook.
"Tae, sweetie. I don't think this is the time right now." Jungkook unlatched Taehyung from his side and looked to Jimin and Yoongi. Taehyung looked up quickly and wanted to hide behind Jungkook again. The kind of aura that was coming off of Yoongi was one of confusion and hurt and anger, he wanted nothing to do with it. But knew he and Jungkook both played a heavy part in what was about to take place.
"Yoongi-hyung? How was your recording sess-" He was cut off by Yoongi's hand going up and quickly looked down in shame. This was not the way Yoongi was supposed to find out... much less find out, to begin with. This was one of those secrets that he definitely wanted to take to the grave between him, Taehyung and Jungkook.
"How long?" Yoongi tried to bite back his tears of hurt and anger and settled for digging his fingers into his palm he was sure there was going to be crescent-shaped marks and maybe a bit of blood to wash away later but none of that mattered right now.
"Yoongi-hyung I can explain-"
"No explanation, just how long have you been sleeping with Taehyung. What do you mean that's hot Kook? How long have you been in on this?" The questions were literally coming like bullets and maknae line trio couldn’t keep up.
"Since… the end of last year I think."
Yoongi scoffed, he couldn’t believe his ears for the simple fact that 1. Jungkook answered, 2. Jimin had nothing to say for himself and 3. They’d been sleeping together under his nose for nearly a year now. The utter shock and betrayal was something he could not deal with right now. They knew, how he felt about Jimin… Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head.
“Yoongi I-”
“No, Jimin. This has said plenty enough, go back to your fuckfest. I’ll be in my studio, call me when we get ready to leave here.” With that Yoongi quickly turned on his heel and walked off before the onset of tears fell in front of them. He could feel his heart clenching tighter and tighter as he nearly tripped over his own two feet trying to get back to the Genius Lab. He was in love with Jimin. He would give him the whole world if he asked, but this… this wasn’t it.
Yoongi perked his head up when he heard the front door slam open followed by angry footsteps, which he probably figured was Seokjin while Namjoon closed the door behind them quietly.
“You two, living room now!” Seokjin was seething, no seething wasn’t event the word to describe how furious he was right now. The second oldest pinned himself up against the wall as he watched the two youngest drag their feet to their awaiting grave, feline-like eyes followed their way to Hoseok and Namjoon who both just pointed at him.
“Talk to him.” And with that, Hoseok disappeared down the hall to his room while Namjoon went and tried to calm Jin down.
And so that's how Yoongi found himself sitting across from Jimin neither saying a single word. He watched at Jimin played with the sleeves of his sweater refusing to look up at him. It was clear that they both were hurting, but neither one knew how to open up the conversation. The others had left so the two could work out their differences and hopefully get somewhere before Namjoon and Seokjin stepped in to have a come to Jesus meeting.
"Jimin-"
"Yoongi-hyung-" Both looked up at each other before looking back down sheepishly, Jimin could feel his side itching and quickly went to pat it before going back to playing with the sleeves of his sweater. "You can go first hyung-"
"No. It makes sense for you to explain everything first. It's the least I can do since I cut you off that night..." Yoongi cleared his throat and reached for his tea only to quickly pull away, he wanted his attention strictly for what Jimin had to say.
"Hyung are you sure, I know you have lots of questions-" Jimin was once again cut off by Yoongi's hand going up and bit his lip, he really wanted to scratch his tattoo but knew he couldn't.
"Jimin, go ahead and explain everything before I decide to leave." Jimin quickly looked up and scowled, he had never wanted to throw hot tea in Yoongi's face before up until now. There was literally no need for him to be so rude.
"There is literally no need to be rude, Yoongi. That really was uncalled for, this is why I didn't want to talk to you because you're making it difficult by saying stupid stuff." Yoongi couldn't believe his ears, he was being difficult?"
"We wouldn't need to have this conversation if you could have just kept your legs closed in the first place." Well shit...
"Excuse me?! If I had kept my legs closed?" Jimin could feel tears welling in his eyes as his voice cracked, of all the things that have come out of Min Yoongi's mouth, this definitely takes the cake. Jimin knew how much of an asshole Yoongi could be, hell they all had their moments, but to literally slut-shame him was too far.
"You know what. Fuck you Min Yoongi. Come talk to me when you feel like I can close my legs properly. Sorry for being such a slut. " Yoongi had never flinched so hard when he heard the front door open then slam shut, what in the actual fuck was he thinking? News flash: he wasn't.
"Congratulations Min Yoongi, you have officially made yourself to be the biggest asshole in the house right now." The cherry haired rapper let his head fall on the headrest of the chair and groaned.
"MIN YOONGI!!" It didn't surprise him when he heard his name literally being screamed from the other side of his room later that day and as much as he tried to prepare himself for the worst, he still wasn't prepared when his door slammed open and he was yanked from his chair and pinned against the wall to his surprise, by Taehyung.
"Don't tell me it's true! Yah, answer me Yoongi. Tell me you didn't basically call Jimin a slut because he was sleeping with Kook and me? Tell me it isn't true because if god so helps me I will punch the living shit out of you!” The older sighed deeply but honestly made no move to try and push Taehyung off of him, because as much as he didn’t want to deny it. He did, and he regretted it so much.
“You really did, didn’t you?” Taehyung was in disbelief, any strength he had just left his hands and he let go of the older while forcibly pushing him into the wall.
“You better apologize to Jimin when he gets back because knowing the kind of person he is, he’ll find it in his heart to forgive you. But so help me if you screw it up, I will be talking to the manager about your so-called stunt.”
Minie Mouse:
I saw everything, just meet me when everyone goes to bed.
Min Suga Genius Jjang Jjang Boong Boong:
Ok
Yoongi looked down at his phone screen to see that the message had been read and sighed, looking up he couldn't help but scan the area for Jimin but shook his head. The younger probably didn't want to see him right now, much less even tonight but he knew it was probably for the sake of all their relationships that they desperately sit down and talk things out. He just truly hoped he said nothing stupid again.
It was near pitch-black by the time Yoongi stepped out of their apartment Esque dorm and quickly looked around to see if Jimin was anywhere in sight. The rapper nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a small “hyung” come from behind him and quickly turned around.
“Yah! Park jimin, you just don’t sneak up on people like that.” Yoongi scolded quickly but seemed to forget all about it in favor of Jimin’s lighthearted giggling. He guessed he kind of deserved it from what had happened earlier.
“Anyways, are you ready?” Truth be told he was not ready, he wasn’t ready to have this long drawn out conversation on why he said what he said and speak on his true feelings, just because they were officially at a point in their lives as to where they can come out and say they do love themselves, doesn’t mean they always felt like it. And right now, Yoongi hated himself.
“No, not really... you know I’m not that great at emotions, not to mention I said some really fucked up stuff to you…” Yoongi looked down in pure shame, he couldn’t believe he really called Jimin a slut for sleeping with two of his best friends, when they weren’t even in a relationship, to begin with. He honestly felt that he had no right to be angry about the whole thing, but here he was…
“Hyung… yes, what you said did hurt me. Even as we speak it hurts me, I know you didn’t mean it though. We all say things we don’t mean sometimes, I do forgive you but it doesn’t make it right that it was said.” Jimin cleared his throat and began to walk down the steps looking back for Yoongi to follow.
Yoongi’s breath hitched at the sight of Jimin, he had never looked more beautiful with the moonlight casting a glow on him, he was a fool to think Jimin. His dear sweet jiminie would want him after all that he has said and done.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Yoongi’s eyes quickly adjusted to see Jimin standing in front of him, when had he gotten there? It took several seconds for his brain to even register what Jimin had asked him so by the time the taupe haired male was asking him if he was alright again he had accidentally cut him off.
“I’m fine- just… thinking?” Taking the younger’s hand in his, Yoongi tilted his head in the direction of the gate and began their late-night walk.
Jimin wasn’t really sure what to say as they walked side by side, hand in hand. He had already forgiven Yoongi for what he had said to him earlier, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. In fact, he could still feel the words ringing his the back of his mind, the taupe haired male could feel the welling of tears in his eyes and quickly blinked them away before Yoongi could notice. The two stopped near a bench that was secluded and a ways off from the building, a place where neither would be bothered while they really talked things out. Jimin let go of Yoongi’s hand in favor of quickly making his way over to the bench and propping his legs up.
“Yoongi-hyung…” Silence. Yoongi looked at the younger and bit his lip, a light breeze caused him to shiver and he quickly rubbed his arms to keep warm.
“I really like you, a lot you know. And what I did with TaeTae and Kookie doesn’t really make sense if I had feelings for you in the first place...but- I thought nothing of it… because we weren’t dating right?” Jimin bit his lip, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at his feet.
“Jiminie, I-”
“No hyung, let me talk! Please…” Jimin hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but he was so tired and frustrated with Yoongi cutting him off. He was going to say what he had to say and leave it at that.
“That’s what I thought… and even though I knew we both liked each other… maybe a part of me got tired of waiting… but that doesn’t make it right to take solace in Taehyung and Jungkook's relationship even though they offered. It was supposed to be just for a night…” Jimin quickly wiped his eyes as he tried to finish explaining everything.
“But, I was so stressed and sad I went back… again and again. Kook and Tae seemed to enjoy it as well… until their fight that happened the other day. I heard everything and just felt so guilty, I couldn’t face them… I couldn’t face the man I had fallen for either… like wow. I really did fuck up.”
“And saying what I said didn’t help much either.” Yoongi finally had taken a seat next to Jimin and sighed deeply, reaching out, the rapper carefully pulled Jimin’s hand from his face and wrapped it in his own.
“It really didn’t… Hyung I really am sorry for hurting you like that. I honestly wanted to stay a secret, until… well forever.”
Yoongi chuckled softly while drawing small circles on the back of Jimin’s hand and turned to look at the younger.
“Nothing truly lasts forever Jiminie… it was bound to come out eventually, just not in the way you were hoping, I guess. But, I think I understand where you’re coming from Jimin. I really like you… I don’t even think “like” is the word to use anymore, but I want to be with you and do cute couple stuff…” Yoongi could feel his cheeks heating up at Jimin’s soft giggling but he wasn’t fooled that Jimin was probably equally flushing.
“I want that too hyung, I- just… well-” Jimin could feel his heart trying to lodge its way into his throat and as much as he didn’t want to suggest this… he wanted it out in the open.
“You know you can talk to me Jiminie, that’s what this whole thing is about anyway.” Jimin smiled softly and tried to hide his face with his other hand but quickly dropped it when Yoongi tsked.
“This seems really weird, but… I- want to be punished for it. For hurting you, for lying for so long…” Yoongi tried, tried to digest this information but he was literally choking on his spit. Jimin quickly patted him on his back as he tried to remove the liquid from his throat, he couldn’t believe what Jimin was suggesting.
“Are you okay Hyung, just forget I ever said anything, please. I wasn’t, ughhh….” Yoongi was finally able to clear his throat and wipe what little tears had gathered in the corners of his eyes before taking a deep breath and looking at the younger.
“No, no Jimin. It’s just… I’m surprised is all, don’t you think that’s moving a little fast is all?” More silence. It was a quiet response but he heard it nonetheless.
“I mean, yeah… but I’m only suggesting it because I need it hyung… it seems really weird, I know, but I won’t feel better about the whole thing until I’m punished for it. I feel so so so horrible for it hyung. But, only if you’re comfortable with it.” Yoongi was literally in disbelief at what Jimin was proposing, it wasn’t in those exact words. But here Jimin was, asking him to be his dom. His mind was literally reeling and it was hard to pinpoint where to even start with all of this.
“I don’t know Jimin… I’ve never really been a dom before. Not to mention, this is just a lot to take in. I really need to think about this okay.” He could literally feel Jimin deflate at his answer, but he knew the younger understood as well. He was asking a lot from him, and at such a fast-moving pace as well.
“I understand hyung, thank you.” Jimin quickly leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to Yoongi’s cheek before scooching to the other side of the bench in pure embarrassment.
“You’re welcome Minie.”
Min Suga Genius Jjang Jjang Boong Boong:
Yes, I’ll do it.
Minie Mouse:
0wO
Min Suga Genius Jjang Jjang Boong Boong:
I’m just as surprised as you are, but we go over boundaries and a system to ensure I’m not going too far.
Minie Mouse:
Yes, sir.
Min Suga Genius Jjang Jjang Boong Boong:
That’s Oppa to you
Minie Mouse:
/(/o//o/)/ Yes Oppa
Min Suga Genius Jjang Jjang Boong Boong:
…
Jimin could feel his heart quicken when he heard the door to the bathroom open then close, his knees were hurting with how they were digging into the not so soft carpet of their hotel room, but he dared not move. He didn’t want it any worse than what he was going to get, he already couldn’t see thanks to the blindfold placed on him before Yoongi went to go and shower. He honestly didn’t know what to expect out of this session when they had talked about it, and despite going over boundaries and a safe way to keep him within a sound mind he still couldn’t help but be nervous.
“Number?” Yoongi could see Jimin visibly jump at the sudden question as he circled his way in front of Jimin, the younger looked too good right now. He could see the tent in the taupe haired male’s underwear and licked his lips, he was going to thoroughly enjoy devouring him tonight.
“5 hy-... Oppa.” Jimin quickly corrected himself when he felt long dexterous fingers tilt his chin up, he could feel the piercing gaze through the blindfold and swallowed, his mouth was dry, too dry for his liking. Jimin could feel the smirk Yoongi was giving him and dared to look down but his chin was yanked up with a bit of force that told him if he moved again it wouldn’t be gentle.
“Good boy. We’ll keep this session light just know that doesn’t mean I will go easy on you.” Yoongi licked his lips as he bent down to bring his lips to Jimin’s studded and hooped decorated ear, his hot breath making the younger shudder. “I will make you forget the day you stepped into the threshold of Taehyung and Jungkook. That I promise.”
The small moan that escaped Jimin’s parted lips was sent straight to his cock and he truly had to stop himself from pushing Jimin down and taking him, he wanted to savor everything tonight as he took the younger apart and put him back together.
Jimin didn’t miss a beat when Yoongi began to move away and quickly followed and only when he heard the older tsk is did he realize his mistake, quickly opening his mouth Jimin began to speak but a finger was pressed to his lips and what he wanted to say quickly died down.
“Grab onto my shoulders Minie.” Yoongi murmured as he bent down to cup jimin under his thighs, and Jimin wanting to please his Oppa quickly moved to grab Yoongi’s shoulders, well what he thought was them anyway. Yoongi’s deep chuckle seemed to reverberate in his chest as he flushed when he felt warm hands guide his tiny ones to their intended destination, biting his lip he held on tighter when Yoongi quickly picked him up as if it were nothing.
“Jimin-ah, this may be a punishment but you can talk to me.” Yoongi could literally feel the younger relax in his hold and an even bigger weight life off of his shoulders. He may have been trying to act cool, calm, and collected but he was just as nervous. Here was the man he had fallen for since debut, in his arms, getting ready to screw the shit out of him.
“Oh, thank god! I thought I wasn’t going to be able to make any kind of noise hyung.” Dropping his head onto Yoongi’s shoulder sufficed as he was tired of holding his head up. “I can’t feel my legs…”
The way Yoongi hummed in agreement as he rubbed his thumb along the cool skin of his bare legs felt oh so good, and Jimin had never felt any more content at this moment. The smell of the older’s shampoo was driving him up the wall and the way the raven-haired male’s breath was ghosting onto his skin sent goosebumps to rise all over.
"You're so beautiful minnie, my good boy." Yoongi shifted his weight and began to move them to the bed so neither fell under the weight of each other. And albeit reluctantly set the younger down on the bed, he couldn't help but stifle his laughter when Jimin whined making grabby hands. "Patience Jimin. Let me take care of you first."
Jimin could feel his bottom lip jut out but nodded nonetheless, the second he felt Yoongi's fingers working into his very much numb legs, Jimin immediately melted and let himself get catered to. The way Yoongi was pressing and digging his fingers into his calves had his toes curling as he bit back whimpers, the higher his lover's dexterous fingers traveled upwards the more he spread his legs. His mind was becoming muddled as Yoongi began to switch from leg to leg working out any knots and kinks that were there beforehand.
Yoongi couldn't help but admire Jimin's legs, they were strong and powerful, yet agile and so... pretty, he couldn't help but lean forward and press a tender kiss to the inner corner of Jimin's knee, his other hand skirting around the edges of the taupe haired male's underwear. Yoongi could feel each twitch beneath his fingertips and he himself was getting anxious to touch, but knew better than to rush this. Rush what he and Jimin were working on.
"Yoongi, please. m-more." It's the harsh stinging of his thigh that has him whimpering and nearly crying, he didn't think his Hyung's hands were that heavy. His senses were on overload and they hadn't even begun to get to the nitty-gritty.
"That's Oppa to you Jimin." Yoongi nips at the tender flesh on the inside of Jimin's thighs enjoying the way Jimin yelped in surprise before pressing an apologetic kiss only to repeat the nip in a different part of Jimin's thigh. Gripping the meaty flesh Yoongi pulled the younger's legs forwards causing said boy to gasp when his back hit the bed with a soft thud.
"A little warning Hyung!" Jimin protested as he moved to sit on his elbows, even though he couldn't see anything he could feel Yoongi's small frown and sighed through his nose, it wasn't like he wasn't used to being manhandled, just a bit of warning would have been nice.
"Sorry Minnie, I'll be sure to let you know next time." Yoongi pressed an apologetic kiss to Jimin's knee before pushing himself off of the floor, it was as if Jimin didn't miss his grimace when he heard his knees pop because the youngers soft giggling filled the room and Yoongi couldn't have been more in love right then and there.
"My boyfriend is such a grandpa." Jimin couldn't help but sing to himself but quickly retracted those words when he realized what he said. Despite the blindfold Jimin quickly clenched his eyes shut and folded in on himself. He couldn't believe he just said that Yoongi was his boyfriend, he didn't even confirm with Yoongi if they were together. This whole session was to see how things would play out in the first place.
"Jimin-ah, did you just-?"
"Just forget I ever said that it was an accident hyung. It was in the heat of the moment anyway." Yoongi cleared his throat and took a seat next to Jimin, it was true that they never fully discussed the extent of labels, carding his fingers through the short locks Yoongi massaged the back of Jimin's head and hummed.
"I'm not as surprised as I thought I would be Jimin, it... was bound to slip up. If I'm your boyfriend, then..." Yoongi took a deep shuddering breath as he quickly worked his fingers to remove the blindfold Jimin was wearing and tossed it to the floor before continuing his sentence. "Then, I'll be your boyfriend, how I feel about you won't ever change."
Jimin swore he would have had whiplash with how fast he looked up at Yoongi only to whimper when the dim light hit his adjusting eyes, quickly covering them he pouted when he heard Yoongi laugh and looked the other way.
"Hyung, it's not funny. You were the one who suggested the blindfold in the first place!" Rubbing his eyes a bit more he finally removed his hands and turned to get a good look at Yoongi for the first time tonight. The way Yoongi's fingers stilled on his scalp had him missing the way it was being massaged earlier but chose to ignore it in favor of the older male's lips.
"You're right, it's not funny," Yoongi muttered as he found himself looking down at Jimin's swollen lips from being bitten earlier, "let's just forget the blindfold altogether then, yeah?"
"Y- Yeah, that's fine." Jimin could feel his heartbeat climbing as Yoongi leaned in closer and closer, were they about to kiss for the first time? Jimin could feel goosebumps rising on the back of his neck when he felt Yoongi's fingers slide from out of his hair and brush against the back of his hairline. It was only when Yoongi was a hair away from his lips did he nearly grown in frustration, Yoongi wanted this as much as him, so why wait to kiss him damn it?
"Can I kiss you Jimin?" Jimin felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest at the question and couldn't help but flush deeply, how could he nearly forget Yoongi was heavy on consent. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he quickly licked his lips before nodding softly.
"Words Minnie, use your words." Yoongi muttered, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as well, he couldn't believe he was about to kiss the love his life and to say he wasn't nervous either would have been an understatement.
"Yes. Kiss me... Oppa." The growl that escaped Yoongi when he was pulled forward sent shivers down Jimin's spine and he couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips when they finally met. There was nothing sweet about this, it was purely raw and primal. Jimin curled his fingers into Yoongi's dark cherry locks pulling him closer when he felt the older's hand on his thigh squeezing gently.
It was the wet smacking sound of their lips that reverberated in the room that had Jimin’s mind reeling as Yoongi took over the kiss, slowing down considerably and taking his time mapping out new territory. It was the way Yoongi’s tongue curled around his own that had him moaning, it was the way Yoongi gently bit his lip and he pulled away that had him whining at the loss and nearly crying in frustration for more.
“Jiminie… my Jiminie, such a good boy for Oppa.” Yoongi uttered as he removed Jimin’s hands from his hair and kissed the back of them. “Be a good boy and get on your hands and knees for me?”
A question more than a statement that had Jimin realizing that he was in full control of this scene, the amount of trust and… love going into something like this. He nearly wanted to cry and quickly nodded but not forgetting his words, Jimin quickly moved to the middle of the bed and in all his eagerness nearly fell face first, it made his heart clench and stomach flutter at the thought of getting ready to receive his punishment.
Yoongi suppressed his chuckle and moved to get behind Jimin, he found his hands shaking as he brought them up to remove the taupe haired male’s underwear, it was only when he grabbed the hem is did he stop.
“Is everything alright hyung? There isn’t anything wrong is there?” Yoongi sensed the panic in Jimin and quickly went to soothe him by pressing kisses along his spine and rest his head on Jimin’s shoulder blade.
“God no, you’re perfect Minie. So so beautiful, just nervous is all. I don’t want to hurt you.” Jimin felt his heart melt and he couldn’t help but shimmy his way out of Yoongi’s hold and turn to face the older. The younger was dying from the sheer look of worry written all over Yoongi’s face, they had been through a lot to get to where they were right this very instant, and even after reassuring Yoongi still wasn’t sure.
“Tell you what Hyung. If you’re this worried, we can work our way to having. I won’t take no for an answer, because I know just how much you want me to be comfortable, I want the same for you.” Yoongi opened his mouth but quickly shut it, because Jimin was absolutely right. Maybe just slowing things down, for the time being, would work better for them.
“I can’t really argue with that.” Jimin smiled happily and went to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek, as much as they both wanted this. It would have been better to truly work their way up to having sex, especially after all that they had been through.
“Shower and room service then?” Yoongi flushed deeply at the suggestion because god this was so awkward and they could have been having mind-blowing sex but he was too chicken for it… at least he thought. It was as if Jimin was reading his mind because he felt his cheeks being squished by agile yet firm hands and face being turned to a not so happy Mochi.
“Yoonie-hyung it’s alright, I’m sure you’ll be able to make me forget my name in due time, but for now. A shower and room service seems like a better idea for the night.” Yoongi groaned as Jimin burst into a fit of laughter because let’s face it. This was Jimin he was talking about and there was just no way that could have been said with a straight face.
“Hahahah- ah!” Jimin yelped when Yoongi has pushed him onto the floor and frowned at the smug look his hyung was giving him, giggling the taupe haired male pushed himself off of the floor and went to his overnight bag.
“I’ll go ahead and shower first, you order room service.” Making sure he had everything Jimin quickly pressed a tender kiss to Yoongi’s cheek and ran to the shower before anything else was said.
Yoongi just touched his cheek and looked fondly to the bathroom door, they would definitely get through this.