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Yoongi can’t stop staring at Jimin.
It is ridiculous. They have been dating for months now and he has obviously seen Jimin quite a lot. He was a sight that Yoongi couldn’t tear himself away from unless absolutely necessary. Like now, when he needs to finish this assignment, and even though it’s an easy one, he procrastinated for far too long, so he has just enough time to write it and submit it tomorrow.
If only he could just tear his eyes away from his boyfriend.
Jimin keeps looking over, puzzled expression on his face and Yoongi can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He types for a few minutes and then he remembers Jimin is sitting right in front of him in their usual spot in the cafe a little far from the campus. It’s a cozy four-seater spot, since Yoongi carries way too many things when he’s out to study and needs a lot of space. Jimin, who only carries one multi-subject notebook and his laptop in his bag pack (not even a bottle of water!) often teases him about needing too much.
But it was always followed by a bunch of kisses across his cheeks, so Yoongi always grumbled and kissed him back.
Today, Jimin is sitting across from Yoongi, like usual, nursing his hot chocolate as his pretty eyes roam over the screen, plump lips pursed in the prettiest pout that he does while he’s concentrating.
“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin calls him out for what must be the tenth time today. “You should probably take a picture and make it your wallpaper, it will probably last longer.”
Yoongi’s ears are burning. “But it won’t even come close to the real thing,” he grumbles, eyes cast down.
Jimin giggles, and while Yoongi isn’t particularly religious, it sounds like the prettiest, most heavenly bells there could be.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
Jimin shrugs, his cardigan falling off his shoulder and exposing the straps of the tank top he was wearing...
To be honest, Yoongi is really at fault here.
“Like you want to drag me away from here.” Jimin replies lowly, a smirk gracing his lips.
Fuck, they probably taste very chocolatey right now.
Yoongi feigns nonchalance as he shrugs and sips his coffee. “When can we take up that option?”
Jimin swats at Yoongi’s hand resting on the table. “What’s gotten into you today? Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure there’s nothing on my face that’s distracting you?”
Yoongi only shakes his head, and his eyes slides down to Jimin’s chest and roams around there for a few seconds before meeting Jimin’s eyes.
He’s caught but Yoongi can’t even feel embarrassed about it when Jimin is sitting right opposite to him, wearing that shirt and that smirk on his pretty lips.
Yoongi sighs, downing his coffee in one go. “Are you ready to go?”
Jimin raises an eyebrow. “It’s been twenty minutes since we got here. I thought you had a paper due tomorrow?”
“I do. But also, I don’t care.”
And when Jimin throws his head back and laughs at him like he’s cute once again, Yoongi nearly ascends.
Ten minutes later, they are holding hands as they make their way through four flights of stairs up to Yoongi’s apartment. It’s closer than Jimin’s so Yoongi suggested they go there. Yoongi can’t wait to get inside so he’s pulling Jimin by his beautiful hand, the metal of his multiple rings warmed up by the heat between their fingers, and Jimin not moving in an inch because he’s very amused by Yoongi’s behaviour and is not able to stop laughing.
Yoongi can’t even look back at Jimin. If he does, he’s going to lose the tiny shred of control he has been exercising since the moment Jimin walked into the damned cafe.
“Yoongi, hyung, wait,” Jimin gasps, and Yoongi sighs. They are practically at the door!
“Three more steps, Jimin-ah. Just three. I already have keys in my hand, see?” Yoongi waves the keys over his shoulder, the keychain of a sparkly cat glinting in the afternoon light.
“Fine, fine! Let’s go!”
So, they climb up the remaining steps and make a beeline towards Yoongi’s apartment door in the corner. He had already texted his roommates and practically begged them to come by later in the evening. Even if it meant that he was going to get teased endlessly when they came back.
Yoongi’s fingers are shaking as he tries to fit the lock into the key and Jimin giggles from where he’s hooked his chin onto Yoongi’s shoulder.
"Reminds me of our first time,” Yoongi can feel Jimin smiling, especially with that light lilt in his voice.
“Shut up,” Yoongi’s face heats up, but there’s no real bite in his words.
He finally gets the door open and walks inside with Jimin hanging off his back like a little koala. Yoongi is thankful for the bag pack he was wearing because if he felt Jimin’s warmth against his back...he might have been put to jail for public indecency.
Once inside, he turns around and looks at Jimin, who is blinking at him with wide eyes. He takes his bag off, takes Jimin’s bags and moves to deposit them somewhere out of the way. “Stay right where you are Jimin, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Yoongi hurries back to the door where Jimin is fiddling with his fingers, a soft smile on his lips when he sees Yoongi.
He backs Jimin until his shoulders meet the wood of the front door, and then without hesitation, kisses Jimin.
The sigh that leaves both of their bodies is evident of their built-up tension. The first touch of their lips feels like they are coming back home.
And Yoongi was right, Jimin’s lips tasted like chocolate, sweet and warm without the toothache.
Soon, Jimin’s small fingers are tangled in Yoongi’s hair, and Yoongi’s hand moves right where they belonged: at Jimin’s waist.
Now, as attractive and beautiful and hot Jimin is, Yoongi loves (yes loves him already) Jimin for his laughs and the way he bickers with him. Jimin matches his energy well. Yoongi loves spending time with him, and if Jimin needed anything, Yoongi was ready to do it in an instant.
But today, Yoongi wants to devour and worship Jimin.
When Yoongi moves to pay more attention to Jimin’s neck, the younger’s head thumps back against the door, and he’s panting.
“Wh-what’s gotten int you today, hyung?” Jimin pants out. “N-not that I’m complaining.”
Yoongi nearly growls as he fists Jimin’s tank top at the side. Jimin looks down and laughs heartily.
“Why are you growling at my favourite top? The one you literally knitted for me during your knitting phase when we had just started dating?”
It was true. This maroon tank top that is the bane of Yoongi’s existence today was the same one that Yoongi had stressed-knit a few months ago. He was applying to his master’s program in music production (because it was a part time skill-oriented course) and all he had been doing was going to work (at the cafe nearby—not the one they like) and coming back as he waited for classes to start. This gave Yoongi a lot of time on his hands and on days when he did not work on his personal projects (he was running low on inspiration) and someone (his friends or roommates? Someone) suggested he pick up knitting or crocheting because they thought it had seemed like the kind of thing he would like to do. So, he picked it up, created a cute tank top in dark maroon yarn that he knew he would never wear in a million years simply because it was the first video that popped up on YouTube. It was very soft, but it was too short for him, so he had stowed it away, unfinished, until he met Jimin. He decided Jimin would look great in it, so he finished it up and presented it to Jimin on a date in the third week (he remembers because he had given himself a deadline to finish it. Yoongi was nearly gone by Jimin by then).
It has been months since then. More than half a year. And this is the first time Yoongi is seeing Jimin wear the top.
It fits him like a second skin, and while Yoongi had never seen Jimin wear it, Jimin always talked about it when he did.
“Oh, it fits me so well!”
“My roommates are so jealous, hyung! It feels like a hug from you!”
“My skin literally glowed today; you have no idea! This colour compliments me so well!”
(Yoongi in fact, did know how well Jimin’s skin could glow. Any brighter, he could replace the freaking sun.)
If Yoongi thought the worst thing that happened to him was Jimin telling him how snug the top is, this was worse . The top, apart from being snug and enough low-cut that Jimin’s collarbones peeked proudly, sat just above his belly button.
And Jimin’s pants were always right below his belly button.
Which means, there’s a sliver of skin that is currently exposed around his waist.
Jimin came to the cafe looking like that and wearing the softest, most angelic looking white sweater over it. He had turned heads and created a short-circuit in Yoongi’s brain.
As of now, Yoongi has pushed away Jimin’s sweater off his lean shoulders and he’s making his way from Jimin’s collarbones to his shoulder. Jimin is trying to catch some skin on Yoongi, pushing his shirt away and pulling it up but without much success. Yoongi grabs Jimin’s hands and pins both his wrists against the door.
“Hands above your head, yeah?”
Jimin is panting harshly, lips parted, pupils blown, and nods.
Yoongi has had it. He hooks a finger into the front of Jimin’s pants and drags him inside. They reach the living room and Yoongi pushes Jimin down onto the couch until he’s lying horizontally against the length of it. His hands fly up to rest against the hand rest of the couch and Yoongi smiles.
“You listen so well,” Yoongi kisses him filthily, all tongue and teeth, and that has them both moaning. Yoongi separates from Jimin’s lips with a pop and Jimin follows, but he is pushed back gently.
“Today, I’m taking care of you, okay?”
Jimin nods, and Yoongi pecks his lips again before kissing him again. He’s straddling Jimin at this point and they’re both hard, nearly painfully so. But Yoongi stills Jimin’s hips every time he involuntarily reaches up to grind against him for some kind of release but --
“I told you i have plans for you, didn’t I?” Yoongi says from where he had latched onto to Jimin’s nipples. The knit top was still on, Yoongi had simply pushed it around to get to where he needed.
It is, after all, the reason why he thinks Jimin needs to be taken care of today.
Jimin whines and it takes everything in Yoongi to not give into that sound and just chase after the pleasure that they both crave. He has decided to take it slow, and he will do so, by continuing the exploration of Jimin’s beautiful body that has been splayed out before him.
Yoongi traces the lines and contours of Jimin’s body—from his ribs and the bold tattoo across them, his sternum, his soft pecs, the dips of his waist to the soft sides of his stomach—all the way down to his belly button. The culprit of today.
For a moment, Yoongi pulls back and straddles Jimin’s spectacular thighs, kneading them through the thin materials of his trousers for a moment before admiring the view below him. Jimin’s hair is fanned out behind him, his lips crimson and swollen and looking utterly fucked out, his neck and collarbones spotted with blooming red and purple, his cheeks permanently pink. He looks so beautiful that Yoongi nearly wants to cry.
“You’re so beautiful, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi rasps.
Jimin gives him a weak, but genuine smile. “i feel very beautiful today, hyung.”
And that’s all Yoongi needed to break. He dives in back to Jimin’s stomach, sucking and biting every inch available between the damned tank top and his pants. He runs the pads of his fingers softly along the length of his sides, from his soft and full hips to the sides of his chest up to his armpits and back down. He bites down around Jimin’s belly button, nuzzles it for a moment before going back to showing more love to that spot. Kissing and licking and sucking at Jimin’s skin—and his belly button specifically—almost came as second nature to Yoongi.
“Hyung,” Jimin gasps as he tries to grind against Yoongi but he’s sitting just out of reach.
Yoongi pouts, wiping his chin. “Do you want to come, Jimin-ah?”
Jimin licks his lips. “Well, not by myself...”
Yoongi laughs and reaches up to kiss him, hard. “That was not in my plan today. I just wanted to make you feel good and show you how beautiful you are.”
“That you definitely have achieved.” Jimin whines. “But hyung! It’s unfair! I want you to fuck me! Or let me fuck you, please!”
Still grinning, Yoongi assumes his previous position and his hands, instead of going back to Jimin’s waist, move down to his pants, and deftly unbuttons them. Yoongi takes a moment to push the pants and his briefs below the swell of Jimin’s glorious ass and his hard, leaking length springs out. Paying attention to Jimin’s stomach once again with his mouth, and to his length with his very capable hands, Jimin’s moans bounce off the walls until he’s a whimpering, oversensitive mess beneath him.
Yoongi decides to show some mercy and stops his ministrations, taking the opportunity to clean up Jimin’s stomach with his tongue. Jimin’s face is a mix of pure awe and disgust.
“What?” Yoongi asks. “I’m very good with my tongue.”
Jimin throws his head back and laughs. “That you are.” He pulls Yoongi up and kisses him. It’s a lot tamer and softer for all the activities they did just now, but Yoongi loves it.
Yoongi loves him.
After Yoongi had been taken care of, which, as he was already so keyed up that it didn’t take very long, Yoongi and Jimin cuddled in Yoongi’s bed for a nap. Jimin cards his fingers through Yoongi’s soft hair, humming.
“Will you at least tell me now, what set you off today?”
Yoongi shuffles about until he faces Jimin. “It’s that top. You looked so good that I needed you to know.”
Jimin laughs. “And you couldn’t tell me that, like a normal person?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“That is true.” Jimin says. And then he adds, “I really do love that top, but I think I’ll have to wear it less often because then you might end up tearing it!”
“Hey! It’s intact!”
“Just barely!”
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll make you another one. I loved it when you wore it today.”
“Oh yeah? What else do you love?”
“You.”
Yoongi didn’t mean to say it, and now his heart is threatening to tear out of his chest because fuck what if he doesn’t feel that way? What if it’s too soon? What if—
Jimin tips Yoongi’s chin up to meet his eyes, which are shiny and bright. “Tell that to my face.”
“I-” Yoongi clears his throat. “I love you, Jimin.”
The younger is on top of him in an instant, claiming Yoongi’s mouth, tongues tangled, breaths heaving. He pulls back for an instant. “I love you, too, hyung.”
Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin’s shoulder and pulls him in for another kiss.
He feels loved, and he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at this moment.