For those who haven't read the previous chapter, please take a quick look. This episode contains literary smut. Those who don't want to read it won't lose anything, it will be enough if they just know that this episode is one of the first and rare smut episodes of LACUNA and yoonmin's first experiences in this story. Almost 6K words. Please vote for this Chapter.
Our Chapter song is in media section Troye Sivan- Angel Baby
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*We are in each other's zones. There's no need to give it a name. You are me, I am you now. I am like your fingerprint, you are like my shadow. I am everywhere you touch and you are everywhere I go.*
-TMYstories
''Hyung stop! You will make me fall. Watch your shoulder! ''
Jimin was complaining as Yoongi trapped Jimin between himself and the wall at the entrance of the house, stole kisses, and then took him in his arms and walked upstairs.
To avoid falling, he wrapped his arms tightly around his Hyung's neck and watched him without blinking and how attractive he was.
'' Where are you taking me? Your bedroom furniture hasn't arrived yet? ''
Since Yoongi was carrying Jimin in his arms and Jimin wrapped his legs around his waist, their faces were very close to each other, and when Yoongi's quiet laughter touched Jimin's ears and his sweet warm breaths touched his skin, it sent a shiver down his spine.
'' Let's see what we have in our bedroom. ''
Yoongi pushed the door with his foot and entered. As Jimin hugged his neck tighter, he tried to look around and his mouth was open in surprise when he saw furniture and a huge bed. While Yoongi held Jimin's waist tighter with one hand, he gently patted Jimin's lips to cover his mouth with the other and gave him a soft kiss.
While Jimin was making surprised noises, Yoongi's only focus was on Jimin. He sat Jimin down on the large bed with satin sheets, and when he sat down next to him, they looked at each other. Despite the years, the brother life they lived and all the beautiful memories they shared, sitting there as two lovers made Jimin nervous. It wasn't like he hadn't slept in the same bed with him before, it wasn't like he hadn't kissed him before, but he still knew that all these love affairs were things he did when he didn't even understand the difference, and he realized at that moment that this was very different.
It was something he had never experienced before and he was afraid. Frankly, he didn't know exactly what Yoongi expected from him. Because they hadn't expressed such things clearly and Jimin didn't know what to do, so he crossed his legs on the bed and sat. His heart was beating so fast that he wasn't sure if his Hyung could hear it. On the contrary, Yoongi was watching him deeply without speaking. If Jimin hadn't listened carefully, he would have doubted that he was even breathing, and Jimin definitely felt like he was in another dimension when Yoongi was looking at him so deeply. He felt like he was out of his mind, as if he had forgotten how to speak and breathe. That's why he couldn't look into his eyes. He lowered his gaze to his hands and played with his fingers.
''Jimin-ah...''
Yoongi moved closer to him and wrapped his fingers around Jimin's ankle, gently caressing it. Apart from what Yoongi wanted to say, thoughts that stirred up all his hormones were wandering around in his mind like an ego, making it difficult for him to focus on the moment. For example, the warmth spreading through his fingers wrapped around his ankle, the softness of his skin, and even Jimin's tiny bare feet could cause Yoongi to kneel down in front of him and cry. He wanted to give him all his love.
When Jimin looked at Yoongi with a calm facial expression but with his flawless beauty, Yoongi had to take a deep breath and his gaze focused again on the most beautiful lips in the universe.
''I will kiss you. ''
Yoongi was determined to kiss him and all he did was let him know. While his focus was on his lips, Yoongi moved closer to Jimin and laid Jimin down on the bed with him, and the moment Jimin's head hit the pillow, their lips met. Yoongi didn't move his lips at all and just covered his lips over Jimin's soft, sweetly warm lips and just waited.
He couldn't open his eyes because the whispers in his mind were sending signals to his groin. If he opened his eyes and saw how suitable Jimin was in his bed, he would definitely lose his mind, and one of the voices in his mind was stubbornly offering Yoongi to open his eyes and watch the most beautiful view in the world.
When Jimin looked at Yoongi, who was breathing motionlessly against his lips, he saw that his eyes were also closed, and he looked at his eyelashes, which gave a magnificent shadow to his undereyes when his eyes were closed ,and fluttered like butterfly wings every time he opened and closed his eyes. Jimin loved this view very much. He wanted to kiss Yoongi's eyelashes one by one and caress them one by one.
Yoongi spoke without opening his eyes.
''I don't know what to do with you. Kissing you normally makes me feel like I'm not giving you the love you deserve. You deserve the most special and most beautiful of everything. ''
He felt Jimin's fingertips brushing his eyelashes like a butterfly touch. Yoongi leaned his nose against Jimin's wrist and inhaled deeply the warm sweet scent emanating from there, then kissed his wrist. Jimin was almost at the point of forgetting his name because of his soft and deep touches.
That's why he called out to him with his breathless expression and half-drooped eyelids.
''Yoongi-ah...''
When Yoongi's eyes opened as if he heard a magic word, he grimaced at the sight he saw before him, as if he was about to cry, and after burying his head in Jimin's chest, he made noises as if he were in pain.
''Do you realize how brutally beautiful you are? Jimin-ah? Look at yourself..." he said, then lifted his head from his chest, grabbed his delicate chin, turned his head to the left, and made them look at each other's reflections in the mirror. Yoongi's body was placed on Jimin like a puzzle piece, and Jimin couldn't make eye contact with Yoongi even in his reflections in the mirror because what he saw was so arousing. Jimin couldn't help but close his eyes tightly when he felt tingling in his groin due to the hormones spreading in his body.
''Do you feel what I feel, Jimin-ah? I will be very upset if this is one sided. ''
Although Jimin didn't know what to answer, he understood very well what Yoongi meant. Because both of their slightly erect penises were touching each other's crotches and since their trousers were on, this made them even more crazy, but there was a problem, all of this was Jimin's first.
''Hyung, I.. Before this..''
While Jimin was struggling to tell Yoongi that he had never experienced anything like this before, Yoongi switched places with Jimin and made Jimin sit on his groin.
He caressed Jimins thighs calmly and pulled him closer to him. Helplessly, Jimin swallowed a few breaths. The balance and momentum he lost when Yoongi suddenly grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to himself, they came face to face and Jimin put his hand on Yoongi's heart. Without waiting, Yoongi held Jimin's hand and wrist over his own heart. At that moment, they were both aware that their bodies were now radiating more heat. Yoongi watched the sweet pink color rushing to Jimin's cheeks and his lips red from being kissed. He didn't know what else he wanted.
Before entering into a deep kiss, he put his hand inside Jimin's T-Shirt and touched Jimin's smooth and warm skin with his fingertips. This touch caused Jimin to squirm more and rub his bulge against Yoongi even more.
When Yoongi looked into Jimin's eyes as if asking for permission, Jimin bit his lip and nodded. But he slid further down Yoongi's groin and turned around, sitting on his legs before slowly taking off his clothes.
In the quiet moments before their lovemaking, Yoongi found himself entranced by the sight of Jimin's back, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. His gaze lingered on the intricate tattoo adorning Jimin's skin; a delicate crescent moon surrounded by phases that danced like shadows in the night.
With trembling fingers, Yoongi reached out to trace the outline of the tattoo, his touch gentle and reverent as he marveled at the beauty of Jimin's artistry. But as his fingers brushed against the inked skin, a wave of emotion washed over him, threatening to overwhelm his senses.
For Jimin's moon phases tattoo held a deeper significance, a symbol of their love and connection that transcended words. And as Yoongi traced the lines of the tattoo, he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, his heart swelling with a mixture of joy and sorrow.
Unable to contain the flood of emotions threatening to consume him, Yoongi pressed his head against Jimin's back, his body trembling with the weight of his feelings. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked as he whispered words of love and adoration into the night.
"I'm sorry, Jimin," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm sorry for all the times I couldn't be there for you, for all the moments I let you down. But know this, my love, know that I adore you more than words can express."
Jimin's heart ached at the sound of Yoongi's tears, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears at the raw vulnerability of the man he loved. With a gentle touch, he reached back to caress Yoongi's cheek, his touch a balm against the wounds of the past.
"You are my moon, Yoongi," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You've always been my guiding light, my source of strength and inspiration. And this tattoo," he gestured to the crescent moon adorning his skin, "it's a reminder of the love that binds us together, a love that will endure for all eternity."
Tears welled up in Yoongi's eyes at Jimin's words, his heart swelling with a sense of gratitude and awe at the depth of their connection. With a shaky breath, he pressed kisses to Jimin's moon tattoos, his lips a silent confession of his love and devotion. Yoongi buried his nose on the nape of Jimin's neck and inhaled all his scent by taking deep breaths.
"You made me lose my mind. You made me forget myself. Jimin-ah, I see nothing but you. ''
While Yoongi was giving hot and wet kisses to all of Jimin's tattoos one by one, starting from the crescent moon tattoo, he was telling Jimin things he would never forget.
"Did you know how jealous I was of you?" he said and kissed the same spot once again.
"Do you know how much I pray to be at the level of your eyes every time you look at the Moon?"
He kissed another tattoo again. Jimin's entire back tenses like a bowstring, and the presence of warm skin writhing under his hand makes him lose his mind even more.
''Did you know how much I begged inside myself to have your pure care and compassion? ''
Jimin felt cold and startled thanks to everything he felt and Yoongi's breath touching his skin, so he wrapped his arms around himself and looked at Yoongi over his shoulder. He was very shy.
Yoongi spoke, making sure his lips didn't leave Jimin's skin.
''And look at what you did on top of all this. Do you know how you shine with your moon tattoos in front of me with all your holiness? Tell me, do you want to keep me alive or kill me? ''
Despite all the shyness in his eyes, Jimin turned to him and wrapped his arms around his neck as he sat on his lap again. It didn't matter how shy Jimin was when he wanted something clearly, he would express it anyway.
'' I have no intention of either killing you
or keeping you alive. I want to make you mine. ''
After moving his sharp dark brown eyes over Jimin's face, Yoongi pushed the hair back from his forehead with his finger and caressed it from his temple to his chin. He really lost his mind and while laughing hysterically, he looked at Jimin with wide eyes and spoke with all seriousness.
''Do you know what you want to do? There is no turning back from this. ''
Jimin was thinking about the moment before he came into the room when Yoongi told him that he would prove to him how much he wanted him, and suddenly he didn't know how he could be so brave and say such things to him. He was afraid, hesitant, yes, but he didn't stop wanting things, even though he didn't know what he wanted. He didn't know how to start something or what to do.
Yoongi caressed Jimin's cheek, as if reading Jimin's mind.
''You can't imagine how much I want you. Your love, your breath escaping from your lips when I kiss you, your voice, your scent, your skin. I want to kiss you until my lips kiss and memorize every inch of your skin. ''
He pressed his thumb against Jimin's pillow lips and grazed his lower lip with his finger. After stealing a juicy and effective kiss from his lips with the wetness of his tongue, he licked his own lips.
''Your taste. That taste in your mouth that tastes like honey to me. I want to taste that honey taste in your mouth every time you smile. Do you know how hard it is to want to do this and not be able to do it? ''
Yoongi lifted him from his lap by his hips and made him lie back on the bed, then leaned over him. Of course, he knew how nervous Jimin was, how shy he was. He knew that he didn't mean all these things when he said how much he wanted him. Yoongi could be happy just with Jimin's presence next to him. He always wanted him around him, just far enough away that he could see him no matter where he turned his head.
Yoongi could tell Jimin hadn't anticipated all of this when he told him how much he wanted him. Jimin wanted him to want him more, but Yoongi was approaching Jimin with a perception beyond all of these, and undoubtedly Jimin felt like a unique person in the world, which he was anyway.
As Yoongi's tears mingled with the ink of Jimin's moon tattoos, a quiet understanding settled between them, a silent promise of love and devotion that transcended words. And in the tender embrace of their shared vulnerability, they embarked on a journey of intimacy that would forever bind them together in the depths of their souls.
With trembling hands and teary eyes, Yoongi traced the contours of Jimin's body, his touch gentle and reverent as he undressed him with care and tenderness. Each garment fell away like a whisper in the wind, revealing the beauty of Jimin's naked form beneath.
Jimin's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as he stood before Yoongi, his body exposed and vulnerable in the soft glow of moonlight. But even as he trembled with a mixture of shyness and desire, he found solace in Yoongi's gaze, his eyes filled with a fierce determination to give him everything he desired.
With a soft sigh, Yoongi leaned in to press a tender kiss against Jimin's lips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through Jimin's body. And as their lips met in a dance of longing and desire, they lost themselves in the intoxicating rhythm of their love.
But Yoongi's gaze was not solely focused on Jimin's lips; it wandered down his body with a hunger that burned with an intensity that took Jimin's breath away. And as he lowered himself to his knees before Jimin, his gaze met Jimin's with a mixture of softness and sharpness, his eyes filled with a hunger that left Jimin trembling with anticipation.
With Jimin's permission, Yoongi pressed his lips against the tender skin of Jimin's inner thighs, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Jimin's body. And as he traced a path of kisses along Jimin's length, he whispered words of adoration and longing, his voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the night.
Jimin's breath caught in his throat as Yoongi's lips closed around him, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. And as Yoongi lavished him with kisses and caresses, Jimin surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, his heart overflowing with love and desire. Yoongi's lips closed around Jimin's length, his tongue tracing a path of fire along the tender skin. With each flicker of his tongue, he whispered words of adoration and longing, his voice a symphony of desire that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Jimin's body.
"Jimin," he murmured between kisses, his voice husky with need. "You taste so delicious, like the sweetest nectar. I could devour you forever."
Jimin's breath hitched in his throat at Yoongi's words, his heart pounding in his chest as waves of pleasure washed over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Unable to contain his moans any longer, he cried out Yoongi's name, his voice echoing through the room like a song of desire. He was shy, he was experiencing these for the first time, but everything was so much and intense that he wanted to hide his shyness for later and get everything he could from Yoongi. He couldn't cope with what he was feeling and was just shaking like a bird in the grip of pleasure.
His fingers gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his need as he pushed himself into Yoongi's mouth, desperate for more of the pleasure that only Yoongi could give him. And as his length grew wet with arousal, he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, his mind consumed by the intoxicating fire of their love.
Yoongi's hands roamed over Jimin's skin, mapping out every curve and contour with a reverence that bordered on worship. Jimin arched into his touch, his breath hitching in his throat as pleasure washed over him in waves.
When Yoongi lay down on Jimin with the heat of his own nakedness on Jimin's skin, he searched that place with his fingers and rubbed two fingers on Jimin's pillow lips to make his length even more lubricous and not to hurt him, and they made a silent agreement. Jimin was too embarrassed to talk about all of this, but he followed Yoongi's directions anyway and they locked eyes as his tongue wrapped around Yoongi's fingers. Maybe Yoongi couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream. Both of them were as careful as they were novices towards each other.
Yoongi's expression was a mask of longing and tenderness, his gaze soft and affectionate as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jimin's forehead.
"Are you sure about this, Jimin-ah?"
Yoongi's voice was barely above a whisper, his words laced with a hint of uncertainty. He wanted nothing more than to make Jimin happy, but he couldn't help but worry about the weight of their decision.
Jimin's response was a shy nod, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached out to grasp Yoongi's hand in his own. "I'm sure, " he murmured, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
"I want this... I want you. But i don't know what to do ,how to respond your touch."
With a gentle smile, Yoongi pulled Jimin into his arms, enveloping him in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of his love and devotion.
In a hushed breath against Jimin's skin, Yoongi whispered, "You don't need to do anything. Just let me love you." Each word was punctuated with a gentle kiss, igniting a flame of affection that enveloped them both in a tender embrace.
And as their lips met in a kiss that ignited a spark of passion between them, they knew that there was no turning back.
Yoongi wetted both his own length and Jimin's with his wet fingers, then slid inside him, holding his breath. Both of their eyes filled with excitement and magic of meeting each other for the first time, and Yoongi kept his movements very slow, allowing both himself and him to get used to it.
As their bodies moved together in a delicate symphony of passion, their expressions mirrored the raw intensity of their emotions. Jimin's eyes were alight with a mixture of wonder and awe, his lips parted in silent gasps of pleasure as he surrendered himself completely to Yoongi's touch.
Beside him, Yoongi's features were a mask of concentration, his brow furrowed in a mixture of concentration and desire as he sought to bring Jimin pleasure beyond measure.
Jimin's body quivered with the intensity of his pleasure, his breath catching in his throat as waves of ecstasy washed over him. But amidst the overwhelming sensations, he found himself holding his breath, his lungs burning with the need for air. Everything was too much for him. The feeling of fullness and friction inside him was blocking his mind. All he could hear was Yoongi's breathing and he held his own breath.
It was then that a trickle of warmth began to flow from Jimin's nose, his body reacting to the sheer intensity of their connection. A small bead of blood dripped from his nostril, staining the pristine sheets beneath them.
Yoongi's heart clenched at the sight of Jimin's nosebleed, his concern mingling with a fierce desire to protect and cherish the man he loved. But even as he continued to move with a gentle rhythm, he reached out to brush away the blood from Jimin's nose, his touch as tender as a summer breeze.
"Jimin," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. "Breathe, my love. You need to breathe."
Jimin's eyes fluttered open at Yoongi's words, his gaze meeting Yoongi's in a silent exchange of understanding and trust. With a shaky breath, he forced himself to relax, allowing the air to fill his lungs once more.
As they continued to move together in a delicate dance of passion, Yoongi's voice filled the air with whispered confessions of love and adoration. "I've loved you for years, Jimin," he murmured, his words a declaration of the depth of his affection. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one for me."
Yoongi was constantly whispering to him while touching him with his whole body, helping to steady his clouded mind and keep him calm.
Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes at Yoongi's heartfelt confession, his heart overflowing with emotion at the depth of their connection. "I love you too, Hyung," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "With all my heart and soul."
Yoongi held Jimin's legs and shifted him, admiring how he could take on any shape he wanted thanks to his flexibility, while giving sweet kisses wherever his lips reached. Jimin was really writhing against Yoongi for more in those moments when pain and pleasure turned into passion.
Yoongi moved his palm over Jimin's smooth skin and kissed his shoulders one by one, with the magic of his sweat-dampened body, while continuing his rhythm. He caught the moans mixed with every breath that escaped Jimin's mouth involuntarily, kissed him on his lips, and showed his satisfaction, or rather, he thanked Jimin with his kisses for giving him so much pleasure and allowing him to see these moments. Whenever he thought he was hurting him, he would kiss him on the forehead and apologize.
"You are doing great, my butterfly, you are so beautiful. Even in my dreams, I could never have imagined these moments more beautiful."
It felt like a flower was blooming wherever Yoongi's lips touched. When Yoongi hugged Jimin tightly and increased his speed, Jimin leaned his head on Yoongi's operated shoulder and allowed the sweat flowing from his body to mix with his own sweat. After minutes of rhythm, Jimin wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and looked into his eyes with a raw intensity that spoke volumes of his desire. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, "I want you to cum inside me."
Yoongi's heart swelled with emotion at Jimin's plea, his love for him overflowing like a river in flood. With a tender kiss and a whispered declaration of love, he fulfilled Jimin's request, pouring out his love and desire into the depths of his soul.
Jimin knew that Yoongi was coming to an end when he felt a warmth inside him similar to the warmth he felt from being loved, but for Yoongi priority was always Jimin, so after he came out of Jimin, he slid down to his crotch, enough to make Jimin tighten the sheets and hold them like before. Without waiting even a moment to do that thing Jimin liked again, he devoured him to bring him to an end. There was no description of what they felt.
When Jimin felt Yoongi's hot and sweet tongue wandering roughly around his groin and length, he held his breath and wanted to get up from the bed and reach Yoongi, but Yoongi pushed him from his stomach, causing him to fall on the pillow again. Yoongi licked his lips and smiled as Jimin found himself in another universe and at the end of the pleasure before he could even understand what was happening. Everything was like a dream for Jimin and he would have to question its reality.
As Yoongi and Jimin lay entwined in each other's arms, the room was filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing, a gentle symphony of contentment after their passionate lovemaking. The dim light filtering through the curtains like a glow over their bodies, illuminating the delicate contours of Jimin's face as he nestled closer to Yoongi's chest.
Yoongi's fingertips traced lazy patterns along Jimin's back, the touch feather-light against his sweat-dampened skin. He marveled at the way Jimin looked in this moment, so vulnerable yet so utterly captivating, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly parted as he drifted on the cusp of sleep.
Leaning down, Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to Jimin's forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment as he whispered words of affection against the warmth of Jimin's skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a depth of feeling that echoed throughout the room.
Jimin stirred at the touch of Yoongi's lips, a gentle sigh escaping him as he snuggled closer, seeking the comforting embrace of his lover. "Mmm, right back at you," he replied, his voice soft and drowsy with the weight of their shared intimacy.
Their bodies molded together seamlessly, every point of contact sparking a sensation of electric connection that transcended the physical realm. In this quiet sanctuary they had carved out for themselves, there was no need for words - their love spoke volumes in the silent language of touch and tender gestures.
As they drifted off to sleep, cocooned in each other's embrace, they knew that no matter what trials awaited them in the waking world, they would always find solace and strength in the sanctuary of each other's arms. And in the soft, whispered confessions of love that lingered on their lips, they found the promise of a lifetime of shared moments, both big and small, bound together by the unbreakable thread of their love.
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The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom where Yoongi lay tangled in the sheets. With a gentle sigh, he blinked his eyes open, reluctant to disturb the peaceful slumber of the man curled up beside him.
Careful not to disturb Jimin, who slept soundly with a serene expression on his face, Yoongi slowly extricated himself from the bed, his movements fluid and silent as he made his way to the kitchen. The faint scent of brewing coffee greeted him as he set about preparing breakfast, the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans a soothing symphony in the quiet of the morning.
As he flipped pancakes and scrambled eggs with practiced ease, Yoongi found himself lost in the simple pleasure of creating something delicious for the person he loved. The kitchen filled with the tantalizing aroma of food cooking, a fragrant melody that danced through the air and beckoned Jimin from his slumber.
Minutes later he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind, and he turned to find Jimin standing there, his eyes still heavy with sleep but shining with love and gratitude.
"You made breakfast?" Jimin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi's cheek as he leaned against him, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
Yoongi nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he returned the affectionate gesture. "I wanted to surprise you," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
As Yoongi worked, his movements were graceful and precise, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who knew their way around a kitchen. He hummed softly to himself, lost in the rhythm of his cooking as he focused on creating the perfect breakfast for them both.
As Jimin sat at the kitchen table and watched Yoongi gracefully move around the kitchen, his mind drifted back to the passionate intimacy they had shared just the night before. With each stir of the spoon and precise chop of vegetables, Jimin found himself captivated by Yoongi's every movement, his muscles flexing and releasing with fluid precision. Lost in a whirlwind of memories, Jimin replayed the sensual dance of their bodies in his mind, savoring the sensations anew.
With a deep inhale through his nose, he immersed himself in the symphony of flavors and desires that swirled around him, relishing every moment of their shared connection. When his feelings of excitement and shyness mixed together, he shook his bare feet, which did not touch the floor as he sat down, and brushed the floor with his toes.
Yoongi glanced over at Jimin from the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. He felt a surge of warmth spread through him, a feeling of pure contentment washing over him as he took in the sight of Jimin sitting there, so effortlessly beautiful and captivating.
Without a word, Yoongi paused in his cooking, a sudden thought occurring to him. He turned and quietly slipped out of the kitchen; his footsteps silent as he made his way to the bedroom.
A few moments later, Yoongi returned, a pair of slippers in hand. He knelt down before him, Jimin's heart was pounding in his chest as Yoongi gently placed the slippers before him.
"Here, Jimin-ah," Yoongi said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I noticed your feet were bare, so I thought you might like these."
Jimin's eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at the slippers, a warm flush creeping into his cheeks. He felt a flutter of excitement in his chest as Yoongi reached out and took his foot in his hand, his touch gentle and tender as he guided Jimin's foot into the slipper. Before Yoongi put the slippers on Jimin's feet, he placed a sweet kiss on both his ankle and the top of his foot.
A soft gasp escaped Jimin's lips as Yoongi's lips brushed against his skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. He felt a rush of emotion wash over him, a dizzying combination of desire and affection that left him breathless.
"Thank you, Hyung," Jimin murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he met Yoongi's gaze. "You always take such good care of me."
Yoongi smiled, his heart swelling with love as he gazed into Jimin's eyes. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, bound together by a love that was as deep as it was pure.
When Jimin looked carefully at Yoongi's face, he noticed that Yoongi's lips were fuller and redder than normal, and knowing that he was the one who did this to him aroused the butterflies in his stomach. He was still more sensitive from the friction on his erogenous zone throughout the night, and it embarrassed him that his body was reacting to his every touch. He knew that Yoongi took great care of him and showered him with more kisses than he could count. Even if he was in a little pain, all he could think of was Yoongi's perfectly shaped eyes looking at him as if he were worshiping him, making him want more and sacrifice everything for him.
As they sat together in the warm glow of the morning sun, Yoongi felt a sense of peace settle over him, knowing that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other. And as they shared a tender kiss, the world seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of them and the promise of a lifetime of love and happiness together.
He just chose to postpone and ignore all the problems that were waiting for them that day and spent all his time and energy on loving Jimin and giving all his love to him and making him feel it. The fact that they were now able to reach each other's most intimate moments melted all the ice between them, one by one, and caused them to wake up to a new day as if they had been in love since forever.
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