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Jimin shouldn’t have agreed to go to this stupid party. He had planned to go home after work and get his assignment done for the next week - yes, he was that much ahead because of his perfectionism - but he „owed” Jungkook after he forced him to lend Jimin his computer and robbed him of overwatch for a week. So here he is.
In a club of all places, so that they could get drunk.
„Did we have to go to a club?” Jimin tried to express his exasperated tone over the loud music to his flatmate, who looked all too proud of himself at the moment.
It was Friday night so the place was packed with all kinds of people - from teenagers on the dance floor, who looked like were barely legal to be there, to tired office workers sitting at the bar, trying to drink all their problems away.
„Yes, we had to.” Jungkook almost screamed into his ear in answer. „Because if you forgot, you had me without my computer for a week. A week, Jiminie.” The younger paused dramatically. „Do you understand how many hours I could've played in that time?”
Jimin could barely breathe through the mixed smell of cigarettes and sweat in the air, so he ignored the lack of respect for hyung - again.
„Hey, it's not my fault that some guy spilt his coffee all over my laptop and I had to wait a week for it to be fixed.” He pouted, even tho he knew Jungkook couldn’t see him right now, as he was currently leading Jimin to the bar. “And anyway, it was only five days, you dramatic ass.”
„Potato potato. You still robbed me of any privacy in my room, sitting for hours writing some papers months in advance.” They were finally at the bar, Jungkook ignoring Jimin’s annoyed „Hey! It’s only been a few days in advance, you know I’m not able to go further than that.” and ordered them each a vodka shot.
Jimin only scrunched his nose at the mere thought of the taste. „Are you trying to get me blackout drunk?” He took a swing of it at once, grimacing at the bitter aftertaste and the burning sensation. „You know I have a low tolerance for alcohol.”
The younger didn’t seem any more remorseful ordering another round of vodka shots. „You’re drinking what I tell you today.” He shot Jimin a bashful smile like he knew that the older man couldn’t say no to him.
And it was true. After living together for three-plus years, it’s easy to like Jungkook. Although his looks kept bad-boy rumours coming at light speed when they first started university, he was a sweet boy and a loyal friend. His long curly hair tied in a bun, lots of tattoos, and massive build thanks to his daily visits at the gym surely got all the admirers coming. Even more after the rumour got out that he likes both girls and boys. But inside he was a shy nerd who loved games and Iron Man, as Jimin got to know while living with the younger. He even skipped a year in high school for god’s sake.
„Why are you so set on me getting drunk off my ass, anyways?” The older asked as he sat on the barstool, seeing as Jungkook was ordering almost the whole alcohol menu. Talking about rich parents.
„You need to get laid, Jiminie.” Jungkook waited, unbothered, for an answer he knew that was coming.
„Ughh,” Jimin lowered his head to the counter, regretting all of his life decisions at the moment. “you know I don’t do one-night stands of any kind.”
If only he hadn’t gone to the cafe those three weeks ago as he did every day. „I don’t like not knowing what am I getting myself into.” He said, as Jungkook only rolled his eyes and went in for his drink that the bartender just finished.
„Who spilled that coffee on your laptop, anyway?” Jungkook quizzed, as he gulped some burgundy liquid. „You never told me, 'cause you were too busy crying over your essay.”
Jimin cringed at the memory, reminding himself of the cute flustered guy, who tripped over the air and simultaneously spilled all of his coffee on Jimin’s table. He’d been furious then, thinking only about the paper he’d almost finished. He only wanted to write the closure for it and then proofread it, but alas fate had different plans. He could admit to himself that maybe he had been too harsh on the guy, screeching about what he’d done, but he didn’t like anyone messing up his routine.
The cute guy wasn’t a total asshole, unfortunately for Jimin’s need to let his wrath out somewhere. Immediately, he offered to pay for repairing the laptop, which Jimin readily accepted. He was a university student working at a bookstore - sue him. They exchanged numbers to get the details later; that was all Jimin had seen him. The rest they settled over the texts.
But Jimin even after all this time couldn’t get the guy out of his head. Only his embarrassment about screaming like a crazy person at him restricted Jimin from texting the guy to maybe go out. But maybe that’s for the better. He’s too busy with his studies to date. He hadn’t remembered much of the guy’s looks, given the fact that he was mourning the loss of his paper at that moment, but the cat-like eyes were hard to forget. With full rosy cheeks, puffed out thanks to his enormous beanie, he looked - dare he say - ador—
Fingers were clicking in front of his face. „Earth to Jimin.”
It wasn’t Jungkook saying those words like Jimin would think, but Taehyung, smiling at him teasingly.
„Tae? How did you get here?!” Jimin screamed, looking very much like he seriously didn’t notice him joining them, which amused Taehyung even more, as it would seem from his bright smile.
„I came here like five minutes ago, I thought you knew I was gonna come along.” Taehyung looked at Jungkook accusingly, throwing his arm around the younger and kissing his temple at which Jungkook’s cheeks took on a pretty rose shade.
Jimin chose not to comment on the intimate act, already used to it by now. His brother always had a weak spot for Jungkook and lately, it showed more and more. Taehyung used to be more tamed with his affection, but it still was clear all along to everyone around that the two would end up together. Ever since they met when Taehyung helped Jimin with unpacking in his dorm room, it became certain that something would spark between them. So, Jimin wasn’t shocked when he saw the closeness the two were now sharing.
„Jimin was daydreaming about the guy, who spilled coffee on his laptop.” The youngest of the three teased Jimin, knowing Jimin and his spacing out episodes all too well.
Jimin immediately became as red as a tomato, spluttering all kinds of denying. It all went deaf on the rest’s ears. „Wait, I thought you hated that guy.” The confusion was clear in Taehyung’s voice.
„I do! He was a clumsy idiot.” Jimin persisted grumpily, as he took a sip of his fruity drink.
„Oh, but you’re sulking, so something has to be going on here.” Taehyung smiled like a Cheshire Cat. „I know you, like, for nine years. You can’t fool me, Jiminie.”
Both Taehyung and Jungkook were looking at him like perverts, wiggling their brows and smiling stupidly. „Oh my god, why are we even friends?” Jimin groaned, hiding his red face in his hands.
„So what Jimin, do you like him? Is he cute?” Taehyung started asking, while Jungkook was still insisting under his breath that Jimin needed to get laid.
Before Jimin could explode from the amount of blood flowing into his cheeks, he grabbed the drink he was still sipping and emptied the glass. Jungkook whistled, impressed. „Why the change of attitude? Thought you wanted to drink less than me.”
„If I’m gonna survive tonight, I need to be drunk,” Jimin admitted shamelessly, while his brother and best friend laughed.
…
In hindsight, he should’ve predicted this. Getting drunk with Taehyung and Jungkook never ended well for him.
„This is stupid.” Jimin thought, standing before a tattoo parlour a week later, with his phone in hand after checking if it was the right place. He couldn’t fool himself anymore, the bright purple neon sign saying ‚Holly Tattoo’ mocked him right at his resigned face.
He hadn’t regretted anything more, than letting loose for one night and allowing drunk Jungkook to set him up for a fucking tattoo with some guy that’s supposedly „so hot and your type to the T, Jimin”. Damn him and his ongoing agenda of setting Jimin up for dates every living second.
So here he is.
About to go in and meet death in the form of embarrassment, when he would eventually have to tell the tattoo artist that he lost a bet and all of this has been a joke he’s been put into. Jungkook’s going to kill him if he chickens out of the dare. And yes, he is a pushover for his friends - sue him.
The bell above the door jingled loudly in the empty reception area as Jimin walked in hesitantly. Seeing that nobody was at the desk right in front of the doors he came in, he called out hoping beyond hope that maybe nobody was there and he could leave this situation behind and never remember this embarrassment. He would make some excuse up for Taehyung and Jungkook
„I’ll be right with you!” Someone shouted from behind one of the three openings to the next rooms, killing the spark of hope he had for a second. With nothing left to do, Jimin resigned himself to sitting on the couch against the wall, right next to the entrance.
While waiting for the tattoo artist to come out he looked around, trying to take the setting in.
The tattoo parlour looks nice and clean, with the leading colours of blue and black.
„At least they didn’t send me to some scam artist.”
Jimin thought as he noticed one of the walls on his left was filled with pictures and sketches of tattoos. There seemed to be two distinctive styles he took of notice. One style was all bright colours, animals, and flowers in different shades of greens, blues, and pinks. The second one though, was all black and seemed more minimalistic, even if there were a few big pieces. Mostly they were some words, numbers, and sometimes abstract concepts of lines.
Jimin would surely burn in embarrassment if he’d noticed how his mouth was open while admiring the works.
He returned with his eyes to the low table before him, still sitting on the navy blue couch. Some of the cards and flyers were crocked, so Jimin straightened them out.
He looked around the walls again but, eventually his eyes came back to the business cards.
While he was categorizing them by size, from smallest to largest, of course, he noticed one name seemed to pop up the most.
Min Yoongi
„Why do I feel like I’ve heard this name somewhere already? Maybe Jungkook tried to set me up with him? God knows how many times he tries to do that.”
Before the thought could develop further, and he could realize why he had recognised the name from the Tragedy TM that led Jimin to borrow that damn computer from Jungkook and get him in this mess from the beginning, a man came out of one of the rooms behind the reception desk and -
oh.
Oh.
Of fucking course. Out of all people on earth, it had to be Him.
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Three weeks ago.
Jimin had been sitting in the cafe on his campus for the last four hours, writing his paper on Jane Austen’s novels for his literature class. He had been finishing up the closing statement while drinking his third coffee when all of a sudden he registered feeling hot all over his crotch and belly area. Jimin jumped up with a squeak, realizing it was someone's coffee that had been spilt over his table and effectively - his computer. Looking at the black screen of his laptop, that a second ago had his almost finished paper he came out of his dumbfounded trance to see a man his age standing over him and apologizing profusely.
„What the fuck?!” Jimin woke up from his limbo, his body filling with rage. The man in front of him stuttered to a halt with his rant and looked up with terrified eyes.
„I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to- it’s just, I tripped and-” Jimin got up, interrupting the man and coming up to his face, noticing in his blind and quiet rage that the white-haired man is pretty.
It doesn’t matter. Jimin reminded himself. He destroyed my laptop.
„Do you actually realize how many hours I’m back on my paper because you fucking tripped?” Jimin seethed, feeling himself get red on his face out of anger.
The man blushed, probably noticing the attention they were getting from customers. He scratched his neck, keeping silent while Jimin went on a whole rant, uncaring of the audience.
„-how do you think I’m gonna get my laptop fixed? I'm not going to even mention writing that paper all over again, and with what?! You expect me to write it on my phone?” Jimin was spitting the words with a speed of sound, not considering he looked like a tomato in front of this beautiful man. He wasn’t going to acknowledge his gay panic sink-in, but this man pulled out his business card and put it in Jimin's face.
That put a stop to his rant immediately. „What are you doing?” Jimin looked at the white-haired man suspiciously, not making a move to take the card from him. He was Gay and if this man was going to ask him out in apologies, Jimin doesn’t know how he’s going to say no.
The more Jimin looks at the man, the more he’s at the same time angry and endeared, because how. Just how can a man be that cute and shy while looking like a cute, pouty white cat being scolded for doing something bad?
“Is he asking me out?” Jimin considered, right away denying himself thinking about that because he doesn’t have time for dating. He’s too busy with college to be considering relationships right now. He doesn’t want the cat boy to ask him out, because it is just another worry for him and his timesheet.
He doesn’t.
He really doesn’t.
Okay, so maybe he does. But that doesn’t matter, because he’s brought to earth with the boy answering him.
„Take my number, so I can pay you for the laptop service.” The cat boy muttered, tips of his ears red. „I’m kinda in a hurry, so text me in the evening.”
Jimin couldn’t believe the audacity of this man. „I have this paper due in five days! How am I going to write it from scratch?” He asks incredulously, not really expecting a logical response but maybe some remorse. He got neither.
The man sighed exhaustively. „Look man, I’m really in a hurry. I don’t have time for this, I’m gonna pay you. Just text me how much.” A phone was thrust into spluttering Jimin's hands without another word.
He was finally calming down after his burst of anger but the man just had to be an ass about this whole ordeal, even though it was his fault. Without a word, Jimin took the card handed to him and put it in his back pocket, setting his mind on forgetting the horrible and arrogantly beautiful man the second he leaves because - let’s be honest - even if Jimin does text him with the cost of fixing his laptop, the white-haired man is probably going to ghost him.
“Hope I didn’t take too much of your time,” Jimin said as his final word to this man and returned to his things left at the table to pick them up and leave this cursed place.
Of course, in his haste, Jimin didn't notice the remorseful and a little enamoured look on the white-haired man’s face.
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“You.”
“Oh! The coffee guy!” Yoongi exclaimed ignoring the seething look on Cutie's face.
Yes, he dubbed him that.
Yoongi could see the clocks turning inside Cutie’s head, at the fact that they are standing in one room together once again. But he couldn’t care less when he got the opportunity to admire such exquisite beauty up close once more. Those three weeks ago hadn’t sated him for he couldn’t truly focus on the pure form of a Greek god standing before him in the cafe because he was already late as it was. Namjoon gave him a lecture anyway when he had finally arrived.
Big, plump, rosy lips with gloss combined with shiny brown hair, big sparkly eyes, and full cheeks almost gave him a heart attack the first time he saw Cutie. And don’t get Yoongi started on his body ‘cause ugh. As he mentioned earlier - a Greek god.
Even if Cutie was all rage those three weeks ago, Yoongi could see right through him that he was a kind human being - just not in that case.
“I would prefer it the laptop guy.” Cutie was standing uptight, shock letting through anger and disbelief on his face. “You said you were gonna message me about fixing it! And you ghosted me!”
In Yoongi’s defence - his phone took a fall the moment he was going to respond to Cutie. It was right at the end of his meet-up with Namjoon for some drinks, that he was late to after the whole spiel with Jimin. Thanks to his dear friend and coworker and his uncoordinated limbs, his phone took the trip down the stairs and decided to never wake up again. Of course, when he went to the service the next day he found out his whole data was irrecoverable - thus the number he got from Cutie was lost for what he thought was forever.
However, now he has the chance to get his number once again. Maybe even ask him out?
“Right,” Yoongi took three steps closer to Cutie and leaned back on the reception desk while crossing his arms “about that - I’m so sorry, I don’t know if you’re gonna believe me but my friend destroyed my phone the same day we met and I never got my phone storage back, so”
He took a long look at Cutie, admiring his beauty “technically I didn’t ghost you. It was just fate trying to keep me away from you.” He winked at the end, hoping to get his message across.
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Jimin is truly gobsmacked.
Jimin’s thoughts jumbled together trying to comprehend the situation. How can a person be that hot while saying such absurd things? The coffee guy was even cuter and hotter than the last time Jimin had seen him. Strands of his white hair were sticking out of his beanie again, but the way he carried himself this time was way different. In the cafe, he was shy and flustered over the incident, but now. Now he was a completely changed person. The confident smirk on his pretty lips was immobilizing Jimin’s heart as well as the sharp cat eyes, that had been scanning his whole body since the white-haired man walked over to Jimin, didn’t go unnoticed.
Jimin for the first time in his adulthood didn’t know what to say and it was showing with how his mouth was agape for the last minute or so. So Jimin did what he knew best - he fled the situation to deal with the consequences later.
As he was going for the door a hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Hey, no I’m sorry. That was unprofessional of me - flirting with you in the first five seconds since you’re here.” That got Jimin’s attention and he turned to the white-haired man with a stoic expression, even if his insides were screaming at him not to blush. He was flirting with Jimin.
The man must’ve noticed he won’t get another response from Jimin at this moment.
“Let’s start again.” The white-haired man took a breath. “Hi there, my name is Min Yoongi and I’m the owner of this tattoo salon.” A hand was brought for a handshake and Jimin hesitantly took it. “What brings you here?”
The open and honest expression on Yoongi’s face crumpled any ember of grudge Jimin nourished over this man in a flash. With a huff, he let go of the tattooer’s hand which he realised he was still holding as was the white-haired man. He sat on the couch resigned to his fate.
“My friend got me an appointment here for a tattoo.” He trailed his eyes to the ground, feeling a blush come up to his neck at the undivided attention from Yoongi.
The tattooer sat on the low table in front of Jimin and bent down to catch Jimin’s eyes and smile reassuringly.
“Can you tell me the name for the appointment?”
“Park Jimin.”
Yoongi got up from his seat and excitedly walked up to the reception desk. He brought out some notebook, that Jimin would think is for putting the appointment in. While Yoongi was looking for Jimin’s notes for the tattoo, he walked further inside the salon motioning Jimin to follow him.
Walking through the row of deep blue beads at the door frame, Jimin didn’t even have the chance to look around when Yoongi abruptly turned to him while closing the notebook with a thump. Jimin noticed the red of his cheeks and flustered face but chose not to acknowledge it.
“Right- so-” Jimin waited while Yoongi got his shit together after what he read in the notebook. “Why don’t you tell me about what you want to get?” The artist laughed awkwardly, scratching his nape. “And well where do you want it? I just gotta make sure there wasn’t any mix-up in the notes.”
And Jimin’s stomach sunk at the realisation that he cannot, for the love of everything in this world, remember what the tattoo was supposed to be. He clearly remembers being drunk enough to agree on one and Jungkook showing him the artist’s page, but for fuck’s sake he can’t brush up on what Taehyung was saying about the tattoo itself.
“Umm…” Jimin raked through his memory, but nothing was coming up. Only the uneasy feeling in his stomach seemed to be growing. In his total embarrassment and panic with the tattoo situation, he completely forgot to even ask his friends what design they chose.
“About that.” The tone that came out of Jimin was abnormally high so he cleared his throat. “It just- it looks like- I’m- I don’t exactly remember what tattoo I’m getting.”
“I get it. I like- wait what?” Yoongi looked up, rightly shocked. “What do you mean you don’t remember what you’re getting?” Jimin could see a bit of hope in Yoongi’s eyes at the thought that maybe there was a mix-up.
Hope isn’t going to get you anywhere, in this case, buddy, thought Jimin.
“Listen, it was a stupid and drunk decision and my friends put me up on it.” Jimin started fiddling with the hem of his sweater, feeling embarrassment fill his entire body. “I honestly don’t remember what it’s supposed to be.”
He could see the resignation on Yoongi’s face and he knew he had asked the wrong question, by the way, the white-haired’s face only crumpled further in cringe. “Did my friend give you at least some details?”
Yoongi sighed, putting Jimin even more on edge. “Yeah, he did.”
“Well, that’s good, right?”
“I’m gonna give the instructions to you, so you can proofread it.” And with that, Yoongi thrust awkwardly the notebook to Jimin who sat on one of the wheeled stools and read what motherfucking Jungkook and Taehyung wrote to Yoongi.
The word ‘bite me’ in a nice font on my right asscheek.
He’s going to kill them.
“Oh my god.” Jimin let the notebook fall on his lap so he could cover his face in shame.
Yoongi was hovering awkwardly over Jimin. “What? Is it not what you wanted?” Of course, he has to be so sweet at a moment like this. Jimin has a weak heart.
“No, no it’s alright.” The brunette gave himself all three seconds to get himself together and uncovered his face. Yoongi was considerably more calm now, looking at him with a smirk like he knew what Jimin had been put up to.
Oh, screw it.
He probably won’t ever meet Yoongi again.
And Jungkook would kill him if he didn’t go through with the tattoo.
“Yeah- it must’ve slipped my mind.” Jimin stuttered, blushing like crazy while Yoongi looked like he was all three seconds from bursting out laughing.
“Happens to everyone.” The brunette appreciated Yoongi not acknowledging his little mishap even though there was still mirth dancing in the tattooer’s eyes. “So- just to be sure. You still want it?”
“Yeah,” Jimin smiled reassuringly. “I wouldn’t agree to the appointment if I didn’t.” He laughed awkwardly, hoping to come across as nonchalant.
“Right- okay.” Yoongi went to the other side of the room to get his sketchpad and sat on the tattoo chair in front of Jimin.
“So, I’m gonna write up some ideas for the font, and then we could determine the size and exact placement.” And he got to work without another word. Jimin observed his big veiny hands as Yoongi sketched ideas. They would look nice while holding Jimin’s waist.
There was a total of five seconds when Jimin made a decision. Yoongi was very hot. Attractive. Cute. Whatever adjective there is all at once.
He was going to use this situation and have some much-deserved fun for once in his life.
What could go wrong? If he succeeds, Jimin’s going to get a fuck out of this - if not, then he and Yoongi can forget it ever happened.
But Jimin wasn’t going to leave it at that. He had a mission. Get the hottest guy he ever saw to fuck him. Maybe then go out with him- who knows. It’s been far too long since he was fucked good and Jungkook would wholeheartedly agree with him, that weirdo. The more Jimin looks at him up close, the more he thinks Yoongi looks like he could give him what he wants.
So with that in mind, he got up and sat next to Yoongi on the tattoo chair. Their highs touched and Yoongi tensed at the unexpected proximity, his pencil stopping for a moment before going back to his task.
“Can we get to know each other in the meantime?” Jimin asked, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary, tilting his head to look at Yoongi’s face better and smiling sweetly.
Yoongi’s eyes scanned him from his thighs to lips - which Jimin of course licked at the right moment - and then eyes, which Jimin met confidently. The white-haired man gulped at being caught staring and looked back at his sketchpad. He shook his head and got back to his task.
“Yeah, sure,” Yoongi muttered. “You first.”
Jimin smiled like a Cheshire cat. His plan was going accordingly.
“Okay!” He started dangling his legs. “Well, I study English literature and work part-time in the local library.”
Yoongi looked up through his bangs for a second then down again. “You like books?”
Like a child getting excited about a new toy, Jimin’s face lit up. “Yeah! I love reading, but I don’t want to bore you.” He shrugged. “I can’t imagine someone like you,” He waved his hand at Yoongi’s body full of tattoos emphasizing his point, “enjoying an evening reading with a cup of tea.” He even giggled at the image.
Yoongi smiled shyly, peaking at Jimin.
“Try me.”
The brunette looked up at Yoongi like he grew a second head, while the artist got back to drawing pretending he didn’t notice the cute expression. “What? You like reading?”
Yoongi only shrugged, not explaining further but that got Jimin only more suspicious of the man. “You’re not just saying this to get me to bed?” He asked trying to get a read of the man. He didn’t have many positive encounters with typical bad boys and Yoongi looked just like one so he was a bit worried.
A loud cough from Yoongi came even before Jimin finished the question. “What? No- I mean you’re fucking hot, but I wouldn’t do that. Why do you think that?”
Jimin hummed, trying to cover up his growing smile and crush because frankly, Yoongi is turning out to be not what he looks like, and of course, he’s cute as shit when he’s flustered. “Oh, you wouldn’t be the first one pretending to like books just to get in my pants.” He laughed sarcastically. “I’ve met a few horny jerks in the past.”
Yoongi looked enraged at the thought that Jimin could have assholes in his life and it was endearing. He burst out laughing, momentarily losing balance while leaning back and taking hold of the artist’s bicep in a habit that he learned after too many falls while laughing. Immediately he felt Yoongi going stiff, but as he wasn’t pulling back Jimin decided to be more risque and squeeze his arm, feeling the muscle. Jimin only smirked wider when Yoongi flexed his arm, showing what Jimin assumed is months of work in the gym ‘cause damn. Talk about sleeper's build.
The tattooer was all lean muscles and big hands, which Jimin noticed first every time he looked down. His hands were veiny, but not too much, with pink knuckles. Jimin might feel a bit faint after noticing the little details.
After a moment of thought, Jimin decided to be brave. He hooked his foot over Yoongi’s. “But don’t worry, I know you wouldn’t treat me like that.” He murmured, keeping his eyes on Yoongi’s mouth, who again had all his attention on Jimin.
So pink and pretty and pouty. Pretty lips, pretty dark cat eyes, pretty hands. Jimin couldn’t stop thinking if all of him was so pretty. His chest, tummy, his di-
His train of thought was broken by Yoongi clearing his throat. “Yeah.” He fixated his stare on Jimin’s lips while saying with a slow drawl, making him shiver and minutely squeeze the hand on Yoongi’s bicep again. “Yeah, I’d treat you right.”
At this point Jimin had not one thought about the tattoo. On his mind was only how he wants Yoongi to fuck him so hard he forgets how to speak.
”Maybe Jungkook was right.” Jimin thought to himself.
“And how would you do it? Hm?” He tilted his head, waiting for Yoongi to give in as both their heads were getting closer, eyes not straying from each other. Jimin was playing with fire and he loved it. The fact that Yoongi was proving to be a gentleman was only encouraging him more to fall into his dark eyes without a worry.
Yoongi stared at Jimin intensively, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip and then biting it for a second. But then the intense moment went flying out of the window, together with all the tension that had been growing when Yoongi looked away, chuckling to himself. Jimin deflated and pouted looking only mildly angry, while Yoongi showed him the ideas for the long-forgotten by Jimin tattoo. But the pout soon melted off when Jimin saw what the tattooer came up with. He even ignored the way Yoongi’s eyes held all the mirth in the world right now.
“Here is what I came up with.” There was an array of six different fonts - all saying ‘Bite Me’, and Jimin was amazed how Yoongi could work so fast while being distracted.
He slowly took the sketchpad from Yoongi, still trying to get over the sudden change in the atmosphere. But Jimin was speechless for another reason. He just couldn’t fathom how such simple words could look so beautiful and elegant.
Yoongi must’ve taken the silence negatively because right away he started explaining further details while scratching his neck in awkwardness.
“Of course, you can change anything you want- or I could draw another one. It’s no problem really-”
“I love them.” Is what calmed Yoongi down immediately. His shoulders relaxed at the same time he huffed out a laugh.
“Okay, yeah, do you have a favourite one?” That got Jimin thinking. He looked closely at all of them once more to decide what is he going to choose. When he picked one out, he started to tilt the sketchpad to Yoongi but before he could do that, he felt a presence caging him from the side. The artist leaned one hand on the tattoo chair behind Jimin, putting it closer than they ever were, chest to arm. He stifled a gasp when he felt Yoongi’s breath on his neck.
“Got one you like the most?” Yoongi innocently asked while laying his other hand on Jimin’s thigh, two of his fingers slipping into a hole in his jeans.
Jimin’s breath got stuck in his throat, trying not to fucking whimper when Yoongi’s fingers start digging into the inside of his thigh. His wide eyes were unmoving from the sketchpad, not truly seeing a thing. Yoongi hummed in question and Jimin shakily pointed to the design he liked the most. The words were written in a pretty cursive, the ink light as if someone wrote it with a feather. The letters connected with each other and Jimin couldn’t decide if they were soft or sharp looking. He couldn’t focus anymore what with Yoongi’s hand distracting him in the best way possible.
“I- I like this one hmph-” Jimin barely stopped the moan that wanted to come out when Yoongi’s nails scratched the meat of his leg. He could feel himself slowly getting hard.
However, before he could lean back on Yoongi’s arm that was behind him, the tattooer got up from his seat extracting his hand from Jimin’s thigh and leaving him shellshocked.
“Great! I’m gonna get the stuff ready while you’re going to change to this,” Yoongi pulled out from one of the drawers at the desk, behind where Jimin was sitting, a black kind of one-time-use thong, and then conjured from thin air a large black piece of sanitary towel. “And you can cover yourself up with this if you’re uncomfortable.” The artist made to leave, but Jimin won’t let him get away with what he did a second ago.
That’s why before Yoongi could leave the room completely, Jimin got up for the chair and quickly took his wrist. The white-haired man turned to him with questioning eyes and Jimin used the chance to put the thong back into Yoongi’s open hand.
“I don’t think I need those.”
Yoongi looked at what he was holding and back at the smirk Jimin was wearing, seeming lost for a long moment.
“Shit.” Yoongi murmured under his breath, his jaw tensing and his gaze fluttering over Jimin’s body. Under the tattooer's focus, he could feel a wave of heat falling over him.
Even though Jimin thinks that Yoongi knows why he said that he still asks. “Why?”
The brunette took his time answering the question. He took one step closer to the man in front of him, leaving only a hairsbreadth space between their chests and still not letting go of Yoongi’s wrist. He stared at Yoongi for a second, getting lost in his deep brown eyes that only showed desire and even a little bit of affection, if Jimin had to interpret by himself.
He got on his tiptoes only now noticing the slight height difference, and got his mouth close to Yoongi’s ear. Feeling satisfied with the shiver that overtook the man’s body, he laid the other hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“‘Cause I think I have just the perfect thing on me right now.” Jimin whispered lightly touching the shell of Yoonngi’s ear with his lips, and then coming back down to look up at the white-haired man’s face.
Yoongi stood still as a rock, but Jimin felt his breathing deepening thanks to the almost nonexistent space between them.
The tattooer’s gaze was dark as he intently stared at Jimin’s eyes.
Not getting any verbal answer he decided to continue pushing Yoongi’s boundaries. His fingers delicately travelled the length of Yoongi’s neck, finally making their stop at the back of his head and getting under the beanie Yoongi was wearing.
“You never answered my question, Yoongi.” Irritated he couldn’t weave his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, he let go of his wrist to take off the beanie with a swift move and let it fall from his fingers to the ground. Now his white hair was all free for Jimin to mess up and enjoy the little reactions he got from Yoongi when they would tangle and Jimin had to pull a little. All the while not breaking his stare with Yoongi he asked.
“How would you treat me?”
There was a momentary silence where only their breathing was heard, as Jimin waited for Yoongi to answer.
For him to finally break first.
Suddenly there were hands on Jimin’s waist pulling him closer to Yoongi. The brunette gasped when he felt the sturdy chest against his.
“I’d fucking worship you.”
Jimin felt himself shudder at the words Yoongi murmured with heat. He feels the Yoongi’s fingers dig into his waist, making him whimper. He fears he bit off more than he can chew, but he knows he’s going to love every second of it.
“Now’s your chance to prove it.” Jimin whispered as both of his hands held Yoongi’s jaw.
A second later there were soft lips on his. First kissing him delicately, closed mouth. Almost like Yoongi was testing the waters. But Jimin was very much responding eagerly, so the next moment Yoongi took the brunette’s bottom lip to suck on it. The tattooer groaned like Jimin’s mouth was the best delicacy in the world.
Jimin’s hands came back to Yoongi’s hair, while Yoongi was exploring his mouth with his insisting tongue. Jimin could taste coffee and a faint trace of cigarettes. Every time the hands at Jimin’s waist tightened he couldn’t stop from whimpering and pulling on Yoongi’s hair.
“Are you sure about this?” Yoongi mumbled between kisses, his hands stopping just before the seam of his jeans - waiting for confirmation. It’s fucking sweet when he cares so much and Jimin can’t stop smiling while kissing. He pulls on Yoongi’s hair harder than ever, earning him a low moan. Using the situation, he sucks on Yoongi’s tongue, earning him a groan from the tattoo artist.
He’s hard as rock in his underwear.
“Couldn’t be more sure.” Jimin responds, simultaneously grabbing Yoongi’s hands and sliding them down to his ass to accentuate his answer.
Silence overtook the room as Yoongi stopped kissing Jimin and was looking at him like he barely controlled himself at that moment. His lips were puffed, red and so wet Jimin wanted to lick them.
So he did just that.
He was quickly interrupted when Yoongi squeezed his ass firmly, making Jimin moan. Jimin couldn’t comprehend how Yoongi’s hands were fitting so nicely on his ass, they were the perfect size.
Yoongi kissed him once more - all wet and dirty - before kissing the corner of Jimin’s mouth going down to his jaw, and lastly focusing on his neck. Planting wet and openmouthed kisses while massaging Jimin’s ass and angling their crotches to finally touch. At the same time, he sucked a part of Jimin’s skin right behind his ear. The brunette whined in relief at the pressure he felt, but it wasn’t enough.
Fuck. His huge dick is going to split him open.
“Jimin.”
Yoongi breathing his name was heaven-sent.
Jimin pushed Yoongi backwards towards the wall, so he could freely lean on the tattooer without worrying about falling. But maybe he should test those muscles that he can feel through the thin shirt. They hit the wall and Jimin didn’t hesitate for a second to slant his thigh between Yoongi’s to press their erections at a better angle.
Yoongi cussed under his breath at the feeling and gripped Jimin tighter by his waist. The brunette stared rutting his hips with the help of Yoongi’s hands. They both moaned at the feeling.
“Yoongi,” Jimin muttered between the kisses that they eventually returned to. It seems that Yoongi has some fixation with Jimin’s lips. Always sucking and pulling with his teeth. “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-seven.”
“You’re gonna take care of me, hyung?”
The effect was instantaneous. Yoongi abruptly pulled away from Jimin’s mouth, his eyes dark with lust.
Suddenly Jimin was turned around so now his back was glued to the wall. The white-haired man lifted Jimin, making him encircle his legs around Yoongi’s waist with a yelp. The unexpected show of strength rendered him blushing furiously as he imagined just what Yoongi could do with him in an actual bed.
“Yeah,” Yoongi gruffed while squeezing Jimin’s ass. “I’m gonna.”
“Anything you want. Everything.” The tattooer angled his hips up giving Jimin a pre-taste of what was to come.
“Ah!” Jimin cried, a moment later fearing he was too loud. But that thought as quickly as it came, was gone.
“What do you want, Jimin-ah?”
“I- ngh–” Suddenly there was Yoongi’s hand palming his erection through his pants.
“Come on baby.” The smirk on Yoongi's face was satisfactory as he spoke to Jimin condescendingly. “Tell hyung what you want.”
Yoongi pressed his hand harder to the front of Jimin’s pants making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fuck! Hyung, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” His hands found Yoongi’s hair, pulling it hard so the tattooer could get the message. He heard the man cussing under his breath again.
“It’s okay baby,” Yoongi murmured even though his hand stopped almost entirely, palming Jimin’s cock slowly and dragging the moment. “Tell hyung how you like it.”
Jimin eyes found Yoongi’s and with all intensity he could he answered. “Like it hard, hyung.”
At the words, Yoongi’s whole body shuddered and without a moment of hesitation, he started fondling with Jimin’s zipper, trying to open it. Meanwhile, Jimin got busy kissing Yoongi’s neck. “Baby, are you clean?”
Distracted, Jimin hummed questioningly, so Yoongi repeated his inquiry.
“Yeah, I’m clean.” Jimin smiled at the relief on Yoongi’s face. “I haven’t had sex, like, in two years.”
Before Yoongi could answer, Jimin’s zipper was finally open and his hand stopped when he felt what was Jimin wearing underneath it.
“I told you I don’t need the underwear.” Jimin smirked, but the next second he was being put down.
Jimin was never more happy with complying with Jungkook’s demands and wearing something sexy for underwear. He was wearing lace panties. The apple red complimented the honey tone of his skin. The bottom part was satin and had two lace triangles connecting at the top, so there was a window through which the head of his cock peeked. Above that there was a string at each side going back to his ass.
“You’re fucking perfect.” Yoongi growled through his teeth as he got on his knees and started pulling Jimin’s jeans down.
After the brunette helped to get his pants off, Yoongi took Jimin’s right leg and laid it on his shoulder. Something hot coiled in his stomach at the sight of Yoongi on his knees before him, looking up with his lips red and swollen, and hair a mess thanks to Jimin’s fingers.
Yoongi nosed at his hipbone, avoiding the place where Jimin needed him the most and making him whine a quiet hyung. Seeming as if Yoongi hadn’t heard him, he started placing featherlight kisses across his abdomen. He pulled Jimin’s sweater up. Jimin getting the signal, took it off with a swift move as it was loose-fitting, and having heard another curse from Yoongi he laughed sweetly. Eyes curving in crescent moons and cheeks blushing madly at the attention and compliments, he took in his hands Yoongi’s cheeks, making a pout on his lips cutely.
“You always have such a sailor’s mouth, hyung?”
Yoongi’s hands crept to his rear once again, moulding the two cheeks and once in a while teasing Jimin with his fingers moving under the underwear. With a cheeky smirk, he lowered himself so that his mouth was on one level with Jimin’s red cock, head still peeking.
“Only when I see Perfection in the flesh.”
And then he took the head of Jimin’s cock and sucked.
“A-ah!” Jimin almost screamed at the stimulation after waiting for so long. His head thudded on the wall, while he was writhing and searching for anything to hold onto.
Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s thigh to keep him still, the other landing on his hip. His tongue applied pressure on the slit of Jimin’s cock. With swift fingers, he hooked Jimin’s panties to reveal his cock, already seeping with precum. Yoongi chuckled lowly at the sight. “A bit overwhelmed aren’t you?” He teased Jimin’s erection with the tip of his finger until he heard Jimin mewl in need and decided he was merciful with his playing for now.
Then he lowered himself and took Jimin’s whole dick into his mouth without any warning. Now Jimin knew he wasn’t big, but the way Yoongi didn’t even flinch when his mouth reached the base of Jimin’s cock got him rolling his eyes to the back of his skull.
“Fuuuck!” This time Jimin screamed, forgetting that they were at a semi-public place. His fingers tangled up in Yoongi’s hair, while he was deepthroated by the man like there was no tomorrow. “Are you sure it’s okay to do this here?” He asked through gritted teeth, only now acknowledging the position he was in and that anybody could walk in.
“I locked the place after you wanted to leave the first time.” Jimin’s balls were still trapped underneath his panties, and that seemed to frustrate Yoongi because a second later he was letting Jimin’s dick go for the sake of getting him naked completely. The fact that he was in all his naked glory and Yoongi was still in his clothes made Jimin even more aroused, his dick twitching.
Yoongi’s words registered only after a minute and Jimin looked down in confusion, but the older calmed him down. “It’s not like that baby.” He explained further. “I always do this when I work alone in here, usually my friend is also here but he’s sick.” Yoongi waited for the information to sink in patiently on his knees. They looked at each other’s eyes in a moment of silence, each man falling a bit deeper into the other’s dark eyes.
“Okay, I believe you, hyung.” Jimin responded with a soft smile, still looking at Yoongi.
Honestly, it was comical how they looked at each other with adoration while Jimin was naked and before him, Yoongi kneeled waiting to deepthroat him. “Now can you fuck me?” Jimin broke the moment asking, wearing an impatient pout on his lips. Yoongi laughed throatily, massaging the younger’s thigh. “I wanna cum.” Jimin pouted whining.
“You’re gonna cum, don’t worry baby.” Yoongi responded as he squeezed Jimin’s ass. “But we’re not going to fuck in here. I told you I’m gonna treat you like a princess.” The older smirked and without waiting went back to sucking Jimin off like life depended on it.
“Fucking hell.” Jimin cursed not believing someone could be that good at blowjobs and consequently forgetting about arguing that he wanted Yoongi to fuck him for god’s sake. He weaved his fingers through Yoongi’s hair to have something to ground him. “God, so fucking good.” He praised the elder.
Right at the moment that Jimin thought that he was getting close to coming, Yoongi stopped sucking Jimin’s dick, making Jimin whine at a loss of sensation. While getting Jimin off with his hand, he told Jimin. “There’s a lube packet in my wallet, wait a second baby.” And with that he got up, dropping Jimin’s thigh in the process, but he hesitated as he was standing in front of the younger. He looked conflicted leaving Jimin alone even for a few seconds.
“Get on the chair and look pretty, baby.” He murmured and then kissed the younger passionately.
Jimin felt a bit exposed standing there naked, but the feeling as quickly as it came it went away, and he sat down on the tattoo chair in the middle of the room, while Yoongi came back already with the packet of lube. “Do you do this often?” Jimin asked, feeling sceptic thinking how the elder had lub in his wallet.
Yoongi stood before a sitting Jimin, making the younger look up to meet his eyes. His gaze softened when he met Jimin’s worried eyes. “Not really, I’m just a bit forgetful and overthinking a lot.” With that Jimin calmed down a little.
Yoongi took Jimin’s face in his hand, thumbing his bottom lip and making it slip inside Jimin’s mouth. The younger took it in stride and sucked the digit delicately while looking Yoongi straight in the eyes. The look in Yoongi’s eyes made Jimin feel the heat in his lower abdomen.
“We don’t have to do this right now.” Yoongi assured. “You know this, right baby?” He took out his thumb out of Jimin’s mouth and smeared the saliva on Jimin’s bottom lip. He looked mesmerised by the view and almost out of his mind with how Jimin just sat there and took what Yoongi gave him.
“I know, hyung.” Jimin closed his eyes, feeling adored under Yoongi’s gaze. “But I want it. I want it so fucking bad.” Hearing that Yoongi’s hand wandered onto Jimin’s neck, holding him in place.
“You’re fucking perfect for me.” He growled with a heated gaze while watching Jimin’s big eyes. Yoongi maintained eye contact as he went on his knees again. Jimin felt a violent shiver going through his body as he heard the words leave Yoongi’s mouth. He closely watched as Yoongi opened the lube and poured a large amount onto his fingers.
As the first finger circled around Jimin’s entrance he leaned back on his arms. Yoongi looked like he was enjoying every second of the act, as he was entering the digit inside Jimin’s hole.
“So fucking tight, pretty baby.” Yoongi murmured under his breath, but Jimin still heard it and whimpered at the praise. “Tell me how you feel, baby.” Jimin didn’t even notice that he was silent in his admiring.
“I love it so much, hyung.” His voice was tight with lust and need as he tensed under the pressure of the finger inside him.
“Relax, baby.” Yoongi said as he started peppering Jimin’s thighs with light kisses. “Scoot up a bit baby.” He requested, and when Jimin did without hesitation Yoongi took the younger’s legs and leaned them over his shoulders, bent at the knees. When he got comfortable, he resumed his actions with renewed vigour. Jimin felt himself loosening with every moment and movement as he leaned back on his elbows on the long chair.
Yoongi’s kisses turned more and more open and soon Jimin was moaning under him as he was sucking on the inside of the younger’s thigh. “Aah- so good, hyung.” Jimin was so distracted with Yoongi’s mouth that he barely noticed when he started filling him with two fingers instead of one. With each moment Jimin was feeling the pressure in his abdomen building up after so long. ”Fucking finally.” He thought. But as he was calming down and preparing to say that he was close to Yoongi, he without a warning took all of his cock into his mouth once again.
“Aahh!” Jimin screamed tangling his fingers in Yoongi’s hair between his legs. In tandem, Yoongi was sucking him off as well as fingering his hole without a break. Jimin was going to come apart at this pace. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” He warned the elder, but he only looked up at Jimin with menace in his eyes and continued what he was doing. The look alone made Jimin shiver as he fell onto the black chair completely. Yoongi was changing from deep-throating to sucking on the head of Jimin’s cock which nearly gave him a heart attack the first time he did it unexpectedly.
The feeling was almost overcoming his whole body, his whole face and upper torse pink with blush and eyes closed in bliss. The pressure was steadily building and just as his thighs trembled the first time and Jimin was going to say that he was very close when Yoongi found his prostate with his fingers.
“Fuuuck!” Jimin screamed as he came with trembling thighs that circled Yoongi’s head. The elder’s hand slowed down as Jimin came down from his orgasm, but his mouth was still on the younger’s cock, swallowing all he got and sucking Jimin dry while looking like it was the best meal of his life.
When he was finished sucking after a weak plea from Jimin about oversensitivity, Yoongi got up from his knees and leaned down over Jimin to kiss him deeply. There was still an aftertaste of Jimin’s cum on Yoongi’s tongue. “Taste so good baby.” Yoongi said between the kisses. When their mouths calmed down and they were only sharing chaste kisses the elder added. “Can’t wait to eat you out.”
Jimin almost moaned at the comment, his weak arms hugging Yoongi’s neck to bring him into a kiss again. After some time exchanging kisses Yoongi got up to clean the younger up and help him dress back into his clothes. They were now awkwardly standing in front of each other, waiting for the other to say something.
“So-”
“Actually-”
They both paused and looked at each other in bewilderment and after a second they laughed hesitantly. After a moment of silence, Jimin said first. “You go first.” Smiling encouragingly at Yoongi.
“I just wanted to ask if I still have a chance to pay you back for that laptop.” Yoongi said while scratching his neck and looking down shyly. “Maybe- I don’t know, maybe with a date next Friday?”
Yoongi was still looking down so he couldn’t have noticed Jimin's wide smile after hearing what the elder said. “Of course, I will also pay you normally, so- you don’t have to actually agree if you don’t want to go out with me- like I-”
His rambling got cut off by Jimin’s lips on his. After a moment of being stupified Yoongi’s arms circled Jimin’s waist and brought him closer. They were both smiling like idiots throughout the kiss.
Jimin broke the kiss only because he started feeling faint from the lack of oxygen and of course, to answer.
“I would love to go on a date with you, hyung.”
...
“Just like that?” Jungkook asked while he walked into the living room with three beers. He handed Jimin one and sat next to Taehyung on the couch. Jimin was having a happy moment.
“Of course, just like that babe.” Taehyung responded, seeing that Jimin was still smiling stupidly at the ceiling and was still lost in his memories. “What more do you want?”
“I don’t know…” Jungkook looked sceptically at Jimin. “Something more dramatic.”
Just as Taehyung wanted to answer his boyfriend, Jimin finally sat up. “I’ve got a date with him next Friday, by the way, so Jungkook.” The other looked like he knew what Jimin was going to say and groaned with his head thrown back while Taehyung cringed. “You’re sleeping at Tae’s.”
“I hate you.” Jungkook murmured from behind his hands as he covered his face to somehow avoid this situation.
“Hey!” Jimin complained. “It was you who told me to get laid!” He raised an accusatory finger at his roommate.
“But we didn’t need to know that he made you cum with two fingers.” Taehyund defended trying to hold in his laugh at how his brother and boyfriend bicker.
“Whatever,” Jimin sighed. “You’re just jealous that I got an amazing orgasm and a date with the man of my dreams.”
“Hey!” Jungkook screamed. “I give him amazing orgasms.”
Jimin imitated vomiting. “That’s TMI, bro.”
“How is it any different?!”
...
Jimin was putting the finishing touches to his look that Taehyung proudly put him into. He squeezed into his old pair of bell bottoms and on top he put on a red flowy and buffy shirt that he opened so his collarbones could be seen. He topped it off with a few accessories, such as long sparkling earrings and many of his favourite delicate rings. Just as he was finishing putting on his lipgloss there was a doorbell sound going off.
Jimin took a calming breath and looked scrutinizingly at both Jungkook and Taehyung. “Now, if any of you fucks say anything when I open the door, I’m gonna hang both of you by your balls.” The terrified look on both of the men almost made him break a face and laugh. “Understood?” They both nodded quickly.
As he opened the door to reveal his date, Jimin couldn’t be more smitten. Yoongi stood before him smiling shyly and holding a bouquet of red tulips. He was wearing black pants and a black turtle neck with glasses on his button nose.
“Hi.” Yoongi blinded him with a pretty smile, thrusting the bouquet into Jimin’s hands. “These are for you.”
“Hi, hyung.” Jimin beamed at him and took the flowers carefully, blushing while doing so. “Thank you so much, that’s so sweet.” After an awkward pause, he motioned for Yoongi to come inside. “I’m just gonna put the flowers in some water and then we can go.”
As he turned around after closing the door he noticed two heads poking out of the doorway of his room, but as soon as he looked at their direction they disappeared. “Yah! I told you not to come out.” He was distracted from his fury by large arms circling his waist from behind, making him fall on Yoongi’s chest. The elder rested his lips on Jimin’s shoulder. “Your roommate and your brother?” He murmured, kissing him chastely through Jimin’s shirt.
Jimin can proudly say that the few days before the date they have been texting back and forth and Yoongi even better after getting to know him. He has got to know that Yoongi named the tattoo salon after his dog Holly, who is back home with his parents. He also found out that Yoongi has a secret passion for music which he divulges sometimes. He even did a degree in music engineering, before he decided to stick to tattooing. Of course, Jimin has made him promise that he is going to let him listen to some of his music. As well as Jimin, Yoongi has a small circle of friends. Namjoon, who he met during his music studies, and his boyfriend Jin. And there was his business partner - Hoseok, who luckily was sick while Jimin came to the tattoo salon.
Through texting Jimin got to know a new side of Yoongi. The funny, caring and sweet Yoongi, who texted him every morning to wish him good luck at classes. There was also maybe one telephone sex session, just because Jimin couldn’t help himself in distracting the elder with some teasing photos he sent during Yoongi’s work hours.
“You look beautiful, princess.” Yoongi murmured into Jimin’s shoulder, which brought him out of his memories of the nighttime call that gave him a hot feeling just thinking about it.
Jimin turned around in Yoongi’s arms, the elder not willing to let him go so soon. “You look charming as well.” He responded and added after a moment of thought. “I could just eat you up right now.” They were pulling each other closer, seemingly unknowingly, looking deep into the other’s eyes. When their lips met after a week of not seeing each other, Jimin felt like a man on a dessert drinking water for the first time in months. He hummed happily and almost melted into Yoongi’s embrace.
“Eww, get a room you two.” Jungkook cringed from the doorway making them stop kissing while at the same time, Taehyung asked, pretending to pout. “Why don’t ever you call me nicknames like that?”
Before Jimin could react to any of them, Jungkook responded without a moment of hesitation. “Aww, I didn’t know you wanted to be called a skunk.” He cooed squishing Taehyung’s face while he caught on to what was being said.
“Yah! What do you mean a skunk, you jerk?!” Taehyung screamed running after an escaping Jungkook around the living room.
Jimin sighed. “Yeah, my roommate Jungkook and my brother Tae.” He thumped his head on Yoongi’s shoulder while the other patted his hair and laughed watching Jimin’s friends run around the apartment.
The younger after a second, finally freed himself from a grumbling Yoongi who wasn’t happy letting him go. Jimin kissed him on the cheek in consolation and skipped to the kitchen to get the flowers some makeshift vase. When he came back the other two were magically in front of Yoongi and Jimin could hear them asking very unnecessary questions.
“So what are your plans with our Jiminie?” Jungkook asked playing the role of an overprotective dad.
“Okaaaay!” Jimin swooped in before Yoongi could answer and took him by the hand out of the apartment. “I think it’s enough for you guys.”
He only got to hear Taehyung screaming, “Don’t forget to wear condoms, honey!” before the door was closed and they stood in front of each other, Jimin looking embarrassed.
“Sorry about them.” Jimin said, playing with Yoongi’s fingers. “They just get excited 'cause I don’t go out often.”
“It’s okay.” Yoongi responded, looking at Jimin adoringly. “They seem fun.”
Jimin decided not to comment on that, taking yoongi’s hand in his and leading him to the lift. “So, are you gonna tell me what are you going to do today?”
“I told you it’s a surprise, baby.” Yoongi said as they got onto the lift. Jimin of course, took advantage of the moment of privacy and circled Yoongi’s neck with his arms. “Though, I hope you don’t mind changing clothes when we’re at the place.” Yoongi murmured, focusing on Jimin’s lips which he licked taesingly. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
They kissed deeply until Jimin caught on to what Yoongi had said earlier. “Wait.” He broke the kiss just as the lift sound went off, indicating they were at ground level. As they exited the building Jimin asked, “What do you mean I have to change my clothes? Where are you taking me, hyung?”
Yoongi smirked as they went up to the motorbike and the elder gave Jimin one helmet. “You’ll see.”
...
Jimin couldn’t believe where Yoongi had taken him - a pottery workshop. Jimin had already changed into some spare clothes that Yoongi brought with him, the elder wearing pretty much the same as him. He suspects that the whole ordeal was for Yoongi to see Jimin in his hoodie, but he’s okay with that. The hoodie seems like a new one, the material soft and not smelling like anything. It was a bit too long on the sleeves and baggy on him, but he just rolled up his sleeves and went with it. He also got black tracksuit pants that were so comfortable Jimin could sleep in them.
They went into a medium-sized room filled with shelves on every wall, full of bowls, mugs and many different things all made with clay. It was some sort of class for beginners so they weren’t alone, but the theme was definitely a romantic one. Yoongi had told him it was a thing for couples, so the room was filled with all kinds of pairs.
They were seated together next to one of the potter’s wheels and the lady was saying what they were going to do during the class. They could come up with an idea together, be it a mug, a bowl or a vase, and then they were going to decorate it together.
“What if we make a mug,” Yoongi started saying while scooting closer to Jimin. The lady said that if anybody wanted they could get behind their partner and do this in a more romantic position though she didn’t recommend it for efficiency. Yoongi looked like a puppy that got a new toy when he heard the information and quickly moved behind Jimin, hugging him while resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “And instead of a regular handle, it’s a dick?”
Jimin burst out laughing, luckily just after the lady said that they could start working together now. “Okay, but it’s going in your mug collection - not mine.”
And with a ridiculous idea in mind and with the help of the lady, they got to work. It was messy. Neither of them knew how to work the clay, so they just went with the flow. Yoongi got a side job to distract Jimin as much as he could during this hour. Leaving chaste kisses at the younger’s weak spots and gripping his waist as Jimin is forming a very weirdly shaped penis. Of course, they almost talked each other’s ear off with how much they got to know themselves.
“Turned out that Hoseok has been pining for them for a year already.” Yoongi explained. “And now they’re tiptoeing around each other so much it’s annoying.” Jimin chuckled at the disgust in the elder’s voice.
“Why don’t you help them?” Jimin asked. “You clearly know how to get a guy quickly.” He jabbed an elbow into Yoongi’s side, making the teasing comment. In reconciliation, Yoongi started tickling Jimin which made him burst out laughing again. As many eyes turned in his direction, Jimin flushed like a tomato and hit Yoongi on his shoulder.
Luckily Jimin could avert his attention solely to Yoongi. “Look, it’s finished.” He gestured for Yoongi to see and was proud of how it got the elder laughing.
“It’s adorable, baby.” Yoongi admitted after laughing. “We did a good job.”
“Excuse me?” Jimin outraged turning to Yoongi to point a finger at him. “I think you mean I did a great job. You just distracted me the whole time!”
...
“I had so much fun!” Jimin exclaimed as he took off the helmet and handed it to Yoongi. They were in their previous clothes, the hoodie having been dirtied, in front of the building where Jimin lived.
He had an amazing time with Yoongi during their date. The finished mug was sitting inside of Yoongi’s motorbike’s boot. Because Jimin did all the shaping of the mug Yoongi was charged with the task of painting it. Jimin still did most of the painting, because “Oh my god, baby you’re so good at this.”. They painted it pink, because “It has to be pink, hyung.”, with cute red hearts as a pattern. Of course, to the dismay of the lady instructing them, the penis was painted in realistic colours with pink hairs and even a vein. The mug was a bit crooked because of Jimin’s inexperienced hands and the balls were too small for the penis, but it was theirs and they loved it.
Without letting Yoongi speak, Jimin continued as the elder put back the helmets and got off the bike to join Jimin. “Oh my god, and her face when she saw what mug we did.” The younger laughed with Yoongi. “It was priceless.” The white-haired man admitted.
Now, they stood face-to-face, looking shyly at each other and waiting for either to speak first. In the end, it was Jimin who got the courage first. “Do you want to come in for tea or something?”
Hearing the words, Yoongi grins and takes Jimin’s hand in his. “I’d love to, baby.”
There were unsaid words and many expectations between the two as they got into the lift. Jimin felt that the tension was through the roof and with every single glance they exchanged it was growing more and more. As he was going to put the key in his door, he felt Yoongi’s presence looming over him from behind. The elder gripped his waist as he took a deep breath with his nose in Jimin’s hair.
“You smell so good.” His voice raspy with want, making Jimin gulp. The younger was full of anticipation of what will happen next. But to his disappointment, nothing happened and after a moment of silence, Yoongi took Jimin’s hand which was frozen near the lock and took the keys from him. In the same position, he quietly opened the door and delicately pushed Jimin through the doorway. That made Jimin snap out of the trans that Yoongi put him in.
“I’m- just- gonna make some tea.” He said almost too loudly with how awkward he was. “Make yourself at home.” And he disappeared, leaving Yoongi chuckling in the living room.
Even though Jimin was a bit nervous, he still made up his mind, as he was making the tea, that nothing was going to stop him from having sex with Yoongi tonight. With his head still deep in thought, he brought out the tea and set it on the table.
“So I was thinking-” Yoongi started but was interrupted by Jimin, who sat on his lap, the younger’s thighs hugging Yoongi’s waist as he started playing with Yoongi’s white hair at the nape.
“You were saying?” Jimin teased, looking at Yoongi with doe eyes. He felt Yoongi’s hands going to his waist and he knew he had the older man in the palm of his hand. Jimin chuckled at the way Yoongi’s mind seemed to freeze. “You promised me something.” He pouted for effect.
Yoongi squeezed Jimin's waist, making him yelp and scoot closer. He was sitting on Yoongi’s dick, making him moan quietly with how he could feel it under his ass even though it wasn’t hard yet. He could hear Yoongi mutter “Fucking brat.” before he felt a mild slap on his ass.
“Ahh! Fuck, hyung please.” Jimin whined, trying to brush against Yoongi’s front and get Yoongi to do something more.
“Please what, baby?” Yoongi murmured, petting the place he hit just a second ago. His other hand went to play with Jimin’s bottom lip with his thumb. “Tell hyung what you want.”
A hot feeling overtook Jimin’s body as he heard the words. He whimpered just as he finally succeeded in grinding his cock against Yoongi’s front. “Want hyung to fuck me.” Jimin said and took Yoongi’s thumb in his mouth to suck it. Yoongi’s eyes turned darker and in a moment he took his thumb out of Jimin’s mouth and sprang up to kiss him deeply on the mouth.
“And do you want it here,” Yoongi mumbled between the kisses while griping Jimin's head to take the lead. “Or in the bedroom?” He took Jimin’s legs to bring him closer and tighten the hold of the younger’s legs on him.
“I don’t fucking care-” Jimin whimpered as Yoongi bit his lip and then licked it to soothe the pain. “Just- please, hyung-” He moaned when the elder ground up his pelvis, bringing their fronts together aggressively.
“Okay, baby.” Yoongi soothed, petting him on the side. “Hyung’s gonna take care of you, princess.” And without hesitation, he got up with Jimin in his hands, wrapped around him like a koala.
Jimin seeing the show of strength from Yoongi, outright moaned. “Fucking hell, you’re so hot.” Making Yoongi chuckle darkly as he tangled his fingers into Yoongi’s white hair and pulled him into a searing kiss. He doesn’t know how Yoongi got to his room blinded after Jimin told him which door it was but he was thrown onto the bed like a ragdoll. He yelped and then flushed bright red while his eyes filled with want as he looked up at the man standing over him.
“I told you I’m gonna treat you like a goddess tonight.” Yoongi murmured, looking at Jimin like at prey.
“Only tonight?” Jimin replied teasingly, hoping to get the message across. Yoongi was turning out to be so good and he wanted to keep for forever, but he was scared that for the other it was only one-time fun.
“If you let me,” The elder said while kneeling between Jimin’s legs and looming over him. “Forever.”
Before Yoongi could say anything more that would make Jimin fall for him, the younger kissed him deeply, throwing one leg over Yoongi’s hip to pull him closer. Their fronts aligned to create perfect friction, making them both groan. Yoongi’s hand wandered under Jimin’s shirt after he pulled it out of his pants, and the elder started touching everything he could to map out Jimin’s body in his mind. When he got to the nipples and started toying with them, Jimin moaned loudly and squirmed on the bed, breaking their kiss.
“So sensitive, pretty baby.” Yoongi teased while pinching Jimin’s nipples. “Perfect for me.”
“You’re gonna let hyung play with you all night, baby?” He asked, mesmerised by the picture he saw, of a flushed Jimin squirming with moist eyes under his body.
“Please, hyung.” Jimin mumbled under the pressure of Yoongi’s unrelenting fingers.
“My baby’s so polite.” The elder praised, which made Jimin whimper and grind his hips up for some relief. “I have to reward you, hmm?” His fingers stopped their torture and he began unbuttoning Jimin’s shirt.
“Where do you have lube, baby?” Yoongi asked when he helped Jimin to sit up to take off his shirt completely, trying to bring Jimin’s thoughts back to earth. The younger pointed at his bedside table. Jimin hadn’t even noticed when Yoongi disappeared, because now he was unzipping his pants and pulling them off of Jimin’s legs, after throwing the bottle next to Jimin on the bed.
“Holy shit.” Yoongi cursed, seeing what Jimin wore for underwear. This time the thongs were deep blue with a garter belt on his right thigh. “You won’t cease to amaze me, you know?” He started peppering Jimin’s thighs and belly with kisses but was soon interrupted by insistent hands pulling on his turtle neck.
“I wanna see you, hyung.” Jimin whined pouting. After all, Yoongi got to see him all and Jimin wants to see all of his tattoos which the elder boasted about. Without another word, Yoongi did what was asked, because what Jimin says, goes. Jimin couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Yoongi had two full sleeves of flowers which ended on his back with a beautiful and intricate imugi that he saw when he ordered the elder to turn around. There were only a few accents of blue and the rest was black.
“You couldn’t be more beautiful.” Jimin said, still transfixed on the tattoos but soon he noticed a blush creeping on Yoongi. He started kissing his back when he got on his knees on the bed, his hands touching everything in his reach. Before Jimin could get ahead of himself, Yoongi also took off his pants, leaving them both in underwear and devouring each other with their gazes.
“I’m going to lay down,” Yoongi started as he reduced the last remaining distance between them. “And you’re going to sit on my face as I’ll eat you out, okay?” Jimin shuddered at the low tone of Yoongi’s voice. “Okay, hyung.”
As Jimin positioned himself, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was with Yoongi. Not every guy wants to eat someone out, but for him to have so much enthusiasm for it - it was exciting. His panties were thrown somewhere on the floor while his thighs were around Yoongi’s head as he gripped them as if life depended on it. When he felt the first lick at his rim, he couldn’t help but whimper.
“Shit.” Jimin mumbled as he felt Yoongi’s tongue going stiff and going into his hole. The wet muscle met some resistance but soon Yoongi was pistoning it at a regular pace and Jimin - Jimin was losing his mind. He never met anyone who ate ass with such vigour. It was like Yoongi thought Jimin’s ass was a delicacy.
“Ahh- hyuuung!” Jimin moaned and trashed as he soon felt a finger entering his hole together with the tongue. He couldn’t move much because of Yoongi’s steel hold on him. He gripped Yoongi’s thighs for balance, but when he looked down he got an idea.
“Fuck, baby, yeah you wanna suck hyung off?” Yoongi got ripped from his activity when he felt two hands going under his boxers and gripping his dick. “Go on, play with hyung all you want.”
So Jimin did. And fuck - Yoongi has a big dick. It was pretty too. A pink tip with a vein going underneath it. He took out Yoongi’s dick from his underwear and started jerking him off. “So big, hyung. Gonna split me in half.” After saying that he didn’t wait for any response and took the tip inside his mouth.
Right as he tongued the slit at the tip, Yoongi slipped a second finger into Jimin, scissoring him and loosening him up. “Fuck, so good, hyung.” Jimin moaned, but he didn’t know if Yoongi even understood him when he had his mouth full of cock.
Jimin decided to take it as a mission to take his whole dick, even if he had to choke on it. With every suck, his mouth went lower and lower until his mouth met his fist. He felt Yoongi carefully adding a third finger into him, making Jimin moan with every thrust, his dick dangling pathetically. Each moan added a vibration onto Yoongi’s cock which in turn made him groan and thrust his fingers more erratically.
With a particular thrust, in which Yoongi found his prostate, Jimin almost screamed moaning at the onset of sensations. At the vibrations on his dick, the elder couldn’t help moaning loudly and thrusting his fingers hard at Jimin’s prostate. The movement made Jimin move unexpectedly forward and his mouth went lower than ever on Yoongi’s cock. The tip reached his throat, which convulsed aggressively and made Yoongi almost scream out in pleasure. Coughing, Jimin came off of the dick, trying to catch his breath.
“Holy shit, are you okay, baby?” Yoongi asked while taking his fingers out of Jimin’s hole and turning him around so he could see the younger. He took Jimin’s head in his hands, looking worriedly at him.
“I’m perfect, hyung, don’t worry.” Jimin reassured, wiping his eyes after they got teary. Yoongi decided to believe him after a moment of deeply looking at Jimin. “Okay, baby.” The elder kissed him passionately. “That’s good, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you now.” He mumbled between the kisses, making Jimin groan.
“Fuck- yeah, please.” Jimin begged quietly, getting on all fours without hesitation. He took each ass cheek into his hand and spread himself wide for Yoongi to see while he was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
Yoongi groaned, positioning himself behind Jimin and taking his ass in his own hands. Jimin’s hands fell to grip his sheets in anticipation of what was about to come. “How do you want this, princess?” The elder asked, slipping his dick between the cheeks and teasing Jimin. “Tell hyung how you like it best.”
“Want it- want it hard, hyung.” Jimin hiccuped from the need overwhelming his every nerve in his body. “Want it hard and deep.”
And with the last approval from Yoongi, he got what he had been waiting for since he met the older man. When Yoongi pushed his cock into Jimin’s hole for the first time, Jimin thought it wouldn’t fit all the way. With each inch deeper his mouth opened in a silent moan, that finally came out as Yoongi’s hip bones met his ass. The elder waited a moment for Jimin to get used to being filled, but quickly the younger started fucking himself on Yoongi’s dick. “Come on, hyung. Show me what that cock can do.”
“Ahh!” His thrusting was interrupted by a slap on his ass. A red hand imprinted on Jimin’s cheek as Yoongi gripped it and used it to pull the younger onto his dick.
“I’m fucking you, baby, not the other way around.” Yoongi scolded Jimin and started pistoning his dick into the younger.
There could only be heard a skin slapping as Yoongi started to fuck the man under him. And he did what he promised. He fucked hard and deep. With each thrust, Jimin felt himself move forward until Yoongi took his shoulder in one hand while the other took both of Jimin’s hands and held them at his lower back.
“Ahh- fuuuck!” Jimin screamed, his prostate being abused over and over again and feeling himself coming to the edge more and more. He could hear Yoongi moan behind him also as he was fucked to the limit.
At some point, he was let down from Yoongi’s grasp and his face was squished on the side by the bed. “Fucking- you’re so fucking tight, baby.” Yoongi rasped as he held him by Jimin’s waist.
“Gonna- I’m gonna-” Jimin tried to say he was close to cumming as tears started to gather in his eyes. He felt so good.
“Yeah, baby?” Yoongi panted and stopped thrusting in favour of grinding his hips into Jimin’s ass. Jimin cried out at the feeling, his hand flying out for something to hold onto. Yoongi took hold of his hand and mounted the younger, making his dick move inside even deeper than before. “You gonna cum for me?” Jimin desperately nodded but was brutally broken out of his bubble as Yoongi pulled his cock out of him and said, “Lay down on your back, baby.” Before Jimin could complain, Yoongi added, “I wanna see your face when you cum.”
And so, after much struggle from Jimin’s uncoordinated limbs, Yoongi was now thrusting hard into Jimin, being face-to-face with the younger and being able to kiss him freely. Jimin could see that the older was also near his peak. Both of them were out of breath and at this point, they were panting into each other’s mouths. Jimin’s legs tightened around Yoongi’s waist since he was close again and didn’t want the other to pull out again.
In this position, it was easier for Yoongi to thrust his penis into Jimin’s prostate, so the ongoing abuse was quickly wearing him out. He only screamed, “I’m cum- hyung!” before he seized up and released. It was like a wave after wave of feelings and cum, making him tear up again. If he were closer to his senses he would feel Yoongi stopping and drying his eyes gently. But before he could even come down from his high, Yoongi made a couple of sloppy thrusts and came into Jimin with a deep moan with his head hidden in Jimin’s shoulder.
There was a few moments of quiet bliss, while they both calmed down while hugging each other. While still inside of Jimin, Yoongi panted, “That was fucking amazing.” And kissed Jimin on the lips slowly.
They were making out for a few minutes when Jimin started complaining. “Hyung?” The white-haired man hummed in acknowledgement. “I’m getting sore.” And that got Yoongi out of his sleepy bubble that he was falling into without even realising it. He gently pulled out of Jimin, wincing at the younger’s uncomfortable face.
“Wait here, baby, hyung’s gonna take care of you.” Yoongi said as he went butt naked to the bathroom. Jimin hummed an appreciative sigh at the sight he was getting but otherwise, he didn’t plan on moving anytime soon.
“I think you took care of me enough for today.” Jimin said as soon as Yoongi came back with a wet towel. He felt Yoongi laugh as he was cleaning Jimin up.
The rest of the process went by in a calm silence. They both were so tired, they didn’t even try to talk more than asking the other how he felt.
When Yoongi came back to bed Jimin only rolled into him and nestled inside Yoongi’s wide arms. He was close to falling asleep when he heard the other quietly say something. “You’re mine now, baby, okay?”
He couldn’t stop smiling like a stupid puppy in love.
“Okay, hyung.”
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Jimin came inside the tattoo salon after a tiring day at the uni. He said hi to Hoseok and Jungkook, who were sitting at the reception desk and arguing about some manga. Ever since he and Yoongi got together six months ago, both of the friend groups melded into one. They couldn’t get along better, honestly. The younger went by the reception desk and went to one of the tattoo rooms, where Yoongi was cleaning after a client.
“Hi, baby.” Jimin greeted while bending down to kiss the sitting elder on the lips. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss but Yoongi seemingly had other plans and pulled him into a searing kiss with his hand on Jimin’s neck.
“Hi, beautiful.” Yoongi murmured to Jimin, still holding him close by the neck and looking into his eyes adoringly. “How’s your tattoo?” He asked the younger, finally letting him go to sit in his favourite place. One week into their relationship, after Jimin persistently said he didn’t have the space to do his uni work here, Yoongi bought an additional chair for Jimin to sit by his side between the clients or sometimes even during his appointments. It was perfect for Jimin - quiet, only the buzzing of the tattoo gun with some light music in the background. Since then, Jimin has come by for some time every day.
“It’s healing well. I’ve been putting the cream on it every day, like you said.” Yes - Jimin got a tattoo after some convincing on Yoongi’s side. It was what got them together so even if Jimin thought the words “Bite me” were a bit cringe, the message hidden in it was meaningful. “I still think it’s ridiculous that I can’t get tatted by anyone else.”
That was the one rule Yoongi put in their relationship. Only Yoongi can tattoo Jimin. They had their conversations about it, but Jimin still can’t understand the reason why Yoongi thinks it’s a bad thing to get tatted by someone else than his boyfriend. During the conversation, Jimin’s boyfriend was avoiding the questions and not explaining himself enough, so at one point Jimin said Yoongi couldn’t touch him for a week. That was a miserable time for both of them until Yoongi came with flowers - red tulips again when he found out they were Jimin’s favourite - and kissed him silly after apologising profusely.
Yesterday, they did a private session doing Jimin’s tattoo. He was stressed, to say the least, but his boyfriend’s crooning and soothing voice calmed him down in no time so much that he almost dozed off during the tattoo. He was wakened up by a smiling Yoongi, who quietly told him the tattoo was done and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“Because I don’t want anyone touching the person I love.” Yoongi barked in response, rendering himself quiet while his whole face blushed. They hadn’t said the big word yet, but as Jimin heard it from the elder it became clear what he had been feeling for a while now.
He grinned widely, his smile making his eyes disappear, while his boyfriend looked down shyly. Without hesitation, Jimin swooped in to kiss Yoongi’s mouth with all the emotion he could convey. The elder was surprised for a moment, but quickly kissed him back, taking hold of Jimin’s waist and sitting him on his lap.
“I love you, too, hyung.”
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