The thing Yoongi likes about Jimin is the consistency. He puts his shoes in the same spot on the floor, he takes his shower at around the same time every work day, he makes Yoongi's coffee every now and then the same way that Yoongi's always had it.
And, of course, the sex. It's consistent. There aren't many surprises and Yoongi doesn't have to worry about anything.
Same bed, same few positions, same love, hugs, and kisses before sleep.
Sure, there's been a few surprises, like occasional shower sex or couch sex (or couch foreplay that leads to shower sex, and vice versa). Which, admittedly, they catch Yoongi off guard, but he likes occasional inconsistency. But only occasional.
However, as Jimin bites down on his collarbone, Yoongi moans and then Jimin speaks.
"What do you-" he starts, and then breathes out and bites somewhere else, "What d'you want me to do to you?"
Yoongi furrows his brows.
"W-What?" Jimin raises his head, a little out of breath, and goes for a grin. He brings a hand and holds himself up a little more, tilts his head, and Yoongi has no idea what he's getting at.
"C'mon, Yoongs," he says breathlessly. "I want to try this. Tell me what you want."
"Well, usually, I want you to fuck me, so...," Yoongi says, half-shrugging, and Jimin rolls his eyes.
"Just. Work with me. There's got to be something. Anything." Jimin shifts and the blanket slips a little down his back. "Isn't there like... Like, a kink you have or something?"
"What- No, I just-"
"Yoongi." Jimin's pout has always been one Yoongi can't refuse, so he adjusts underneath and huffs, wracking his brain for that something or anything.
"Minnie, seriously, can't we just be normal for tonight and I can think about it tomorrow?" Yoongi attempts to direct the idea away, and Jimin's pout grows.
"Well, I just thought...," he huffs. "Y'know, the moment and everything, and you'd just- You'd have something off the top of your head, y'know?" Jimin shakes his head. "It's fine, it's fine, let's just keep going."
He leans and kisses Yoongi, branching down his jaw, hands wavering, but Yoongi can't help but feel like he's ruined whatever Jimin had been suggesting. Like he's letting Jimin down or something.
"Hey, um...," Yoongi mumbles, which he's earned a hum in response. "I mean, there is something..."
Jimin lifts his head.
"It's okay, tell me," Jimin urges, and Yoongi freezes up. Jimin frowns, "Is it a Daddy kink? 'cause I'm not, like... Comfortable with that-"
"It's not- No. It's...not that." Yoongi grimaces at the thought, even. Other people do what they do, just not him and Jimin, please. "It's, um... It's a name. That...I call you."
"What other name could there possibly be?" Yoongi bites on his lip. "I won't laugh."
"Um... Hey, we're Korean, right?"
"Since forever, sure."
"And, y'know, in Korea, they have names for people."
"So... When you're a guy and you have someone close to you who's an older guy, you call him your... Your hyung." Yoongi sighs, shuts his eyes because why would Jimin care about the logistics?
"You want me to call you...hyung?"
"Well, no, actually, I wanted to call you. Hyung." Jimin looks puzzled for a moment.
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YoonMin: What Do You Want Me To Do To You?General Fiction
"And we play a little game sometimes. We all do this during sex, it's a little game. It's called, "What Do You Want Me To Do To You?" And you don't even realise you play it."