Jimin was just the usual quiet young man, wandering around in life dying to find something to give him purpose. At least, that's how it was before he met a certain individual with an interesting background...
Contains mild violence, gangster referen...
Jimin was currently snuggled up against Yoongi's side whilst they sat watching TV, the electric fire giving a sense of warmth whilst the two of them halfheartedly watched some drama. Jimin couldn't help but subconsciously touch his lips, still feeling the kisses that had been stolen throughout the day from the elder whose arms were currently holding him.
In all honesty, he'd had the best day with Yoongi but something in him was telling him that there was something not quite right. It wasn't how he felt for Yoongi. That he knew was true. It was something else. Something which he knew Yoongi was hiding from him. But he had no idea what it was.
Caught up in his own dreamland, Jimin lacked in noticing the drama finishing and the TV now turned off. Yoongi's slight nudge and chuckle soon snapped him out of his daze, making him lower his head in embarrassment as Yoongi planted a sweet kiss on his forehead.
"Cute."
Yoongi stood up, turning around to see if Jimin was following.
"You ready for bed Jiminie?"
Blushing at the new nickname, Jimin arose from the sofa and walked hand in hand with Yoongi towards the stairs. Assuming that this would be where they would say goodbye, Jimin turned around to plant a small kiss on Yoongi's lips. Turns out Yoongi wasn't happy with just a small kiss. With seconds the kiss was ten times more passionate and Jimin was now up against a wall with Yoongi kissing him like his life depended on it.
Jimin was in complete bliss, their tongues twisting together as he pulled on his hair. He could feel Yoongi pushing his body against his own, causing a type of friction between them which was electrifying to his body. He just wanted more. He wanted him.
Finding bravery inside him, Jimin began to undo the buttons on Yoongi's shirt.
"Not here baby."
Yoongi held Jimin with his legs around his hips, his strength never failing to surprise Jimin, and carried him down the stairs towards his room. With a firm kick, his door swung open as Yoongi strode over the bed, wasting no time in dropping Jimin on the soft bed and climbing on top of him. He paused for a second, gazing into Jimin's innocent looking eyes before diving back into the fiery kiss. Jimin's hands found their way back to Yoongi's shirt and within a few moments Yoongi was shirtless. Of course, Yoongi had to keep it fair, so he wasted no time in pulling Jimin's top over his head. Looking at the boys physique, he couldn't help but stare.
Yoongi had seen him nearly naked before when he was looking after him and his wound but now that he could truly focus on his body as being part of him, he didn't know how to feel. Jimin had muscle, that was clear, but he was also very thin. He had definitely gained weight since living with Yoongi but that thought just made everything worse. How bad was he before?
Noticing Yoongi's stare, Jimin began to feel uncomfortable and tried to cover himself to hide from Yoongi however he was stopped by Yoongi's hand.
"Don't cover yourself..."
Yoongi moved closer to Jimin's ear, seeing his breath catch at the others movement.
"You're beautiful Jimin."
Yoongi began to plant small delicate kisses down Jimin's neck, leading lower and lower down his chest.
"So fucking beautiful."
Yoongi stopped once he reached near Jimin's wound. He couldn't help but feel angry at himself for letting that happen to him in such a short space of time. He wanted to protect him more than anything and yet here he was being partly responsible for Jimin being hurt. Following what felt right, Yoongi slowly placed a light kiss to the wound, being careful to not hurt Jimin. He then looked up to meet the sweet gaze of his angel. For the first time, Yoongi felt like he actually had a life that he wanted to live.
Jimin couldn't help but smile at the scene of Yoongi kissing the edge of his wound. It seemed like it was almost an apology. Jimin could t help but feel truly loved. Of course, it had only just been a day of them being like this but it seemed more like they had been holding back from something that they already had. However, there was still that feeling in his mind telling him that Yoongi was hiding something. Something to do with them. Well, whatever 'them' was.
"Yoongi...what are we?"
The question caught Yoongi by surprise as he sat up to look at Jimin, trying to think on how to respond. He wanted to tell Jimin how he really felt but he was already taking massive risks.
"Jimin...I-I don't know..."
"What do you mean?"
Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to compose himself. A half naked Jimin was not helping things.
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(I mean, that is very distracting tbh)
"Jimin, can I be honest with you?"
Jimin gave a small, uncertain nod, feeling like the following sentence would not be one that he would like.
"I meant it. That I really like you. Truly, I do. More than anyone before. It's just...things for me are a little difficult."
"What...do you mean?"
"What I mean Jimin is that I can't love the one I want to! I'm not allowed to!"
Jimin moved back slightly at Yoongi's sudden outburst.
"I'm a Mafia boss. I'm supposed to be one of the fiercest out there. But how can I be when here I am kissing such a pretty boy like you?"
Jimin sat there in shock, not quite believing, nor wanting to, the words coming from Yoongi's mouth. He sounded so ashamed of him.
"So what, you're ashamed of me huh?"
Yoongi remained quiet as he watched the youngster start to tear up again. He knew this would happen but at least they had a day together.
"Is that why you lock me in my room? So that you can't be ashamed of me? So that you can keep me as your dirty little secret? Answer me!"
Yoongi just put his head down, trying to play the part for as long as it would take. He shouldn't have lost control. He shouldn't have let him live. But he just couldn't let him go.
"I hate you."
Yoongi flinched at those words. They felt like knives coming from the beauty's mouth.
"I mean it. I really do. Don't come near me, you hear me? Don't ever touch me again!"
And with that, Jimin fled up the stairs, his jumper in hand, and ran to his room where he found himself crying himself to sleep once again.
Yoongi just sat on the bed, hating himself more than usual. It was all his fault. He shouldn't have given in to temptation when he saw him. He should've followed their procedure so that none of these problems would've occurred. But here he was.
Laying back on to the covers, Yoongi could smell a light scent that reminded him of Jimin. Pulling the pillow closer to his chest, he held it tightly whilst grabbing his phone to reread the message he had received during the film. They knew about Jimin and there was no denying it. Yoongi just hoped that he had done what was right for him.
"I'm so sorry Jimin, but I'm doing this to save you...I promise."
