Yoongi was hungry. No, he was fucking starving. Pride be damned, he was horny as hell and he wanted Jimin, now.
It was more than that though, even if Yoongi didn't care to admit to this part as much. Even if they didn't get to spend that much time alone together, Yoongi noticed that even the very presence of Jimin had an effect on him. Whenever they were together as a group, or even with just a few other individuals around, Yoongi couldn't help but sneak glances over at Jimin every now and then. He couldn't help it. That damned warmth freeloading in his chest area for a couple of months now always longed for the younger and tugged at Yoongi's heart and eyes, making them focus almost solely on Jimin. He could almost feel his entire body being drawn towards the younger, as if the boy were a god damn magnet and he, Yoongi, were a lump of iron. A small, infuriated and at the same time amused lump of iron that didn't even know what to do with itself anymore. And because apparently that wasn't enough drama for Yoongi to deal with already, that warmth took up travelling as well.
It would always start from Yoongi's chest; then whenever Jimin looked over to Yoongi and their eyes met, or when Yoongi would catch him smile while the younger thought no one could see him, or when he'd dance (oh god, especially when Jimin danced), goof around, laugh, walk, talk... oh to hell with it, even when he'd freaking breathe, Jimin could just draw Yoongi in in an instant. Yep, it wasn't even a question anymore. So that above mentioned warmth would dance around Yoongi's heart for a while, making it flutter and beat faster and somehow making butterflies swarm his entire thoracic area; it then moved downwards with an incredible speed, leaving behind a slightly peculiar sensation Yoongi couldn't really put his finger on just yet. It felt as if an arrow had vertically pierced his upper body, leaving behind a sort of dull aching feeling, that seemed to somehow burn softly at the edges. It left Yoongi feeling shaky and breathless for a fraction of a second before he realised that he needed to get a hold of himself. It made him close his eyes for a moment and exhale deeply. But it also made his breath catch and his heart quiver. Yoongi had no idea what exactly this was, but if there was one thing he knew it was that this feeling made him a fucking mess. Especially if you factored in the bit about the warmth not stopping here. Oh no. This sensation would only come to some sort of a rest once it travelled all the way down to Yoongi's groin area. Once down there, the feeling would somehow implode and make Yoongi really need a few moments to recollect himself. Yoongi was never more grateful for his love of sitting down, because once that warmth reached its final destination (only to somehow prance back up to his chest later on) it made Yoongi's knees shake and his entire legs turn to jelly and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to keep himself standing.
How in the hell was Yoongi supposed to function properly when he was constantly bursting at the seams with desire for that damn little brat?! How was he supposed to pay attention to the things around him, when all Yoongi could see was Jimin's eyes, the gentle curve of his lips, his fluffy hair that was always neat yet somehow messy, his arms, shoulders, hips, thighs, hell, his entire body - that looked like it was sculpted in marble by Michelangelo himself. Of course, it was that and more. So much more. Yoongi couldn't get enough of the younger's smiles, the sound of his voice, couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to be held in Jimin's arms, to be touched by him. Because (as Yoongi had known and had discovered more of lately) Jimin had a naughtier, bolder side to him that only surfaced during certain conditions, but even then the younger always showed so much care and gentleness when he was with Yoongi. He would never openly admit to it, but it made the elder feel special. It also sometimes made him want to lightly smack Jimin across the head and tell him that he shouldn't be so timid – Yoongi wasn't made of porcelain, he wouldn't break that easily. But that was basically Yoongi just being scared – because no one had treated him with so much care and affection before. It was an overwhelmingly good feeling – to be cared for like so – but it also made Yoongi feel a bit uneasy. Because if he liked it, maybe he might more than like Jimin. And Yoongi didn't know what to do with that.
All the same – Yoongi craved Jimin with every ounce of his entire being. So when the opportunity arose during an overcast and slightly chilly afternoon, Yoongi all but seized Jimin and dragged him over to a small changing room. They were just taking a break from shooting an ad and all Yoongi could try not to think of the entire time was just how ridiculously good Jimin looked in a suit and tie. And how much he wanted to yank them off him.
Jimin didn't even get the chance to say anything as the elder closed the door behind them and immediately pinned him to the opposite wall and crashed his lips onto his. However, he didn't seem to mind, as Yoongi could feel him inhaling deeply and then sighing into the kiss as he started to nibble on the elder's lips. The two opened their mouths and let their tongues greet one another – curling and pressing against each other almost desperately – leaving the pair of them breathless within seconds. Yoongi couldn't help but whimper and smirk as he felt Jimin shiver while he slowly licked into the younger' mouth. However, he soon discovered that the little brat had an ulterior motive all along – as shortly after, he took advantage of having Yoongi's tongue caught in his mouth and began to suck on it in a most agonisingly slow manner. Yoongi moaned as he felt a shiver running down his spine and held on to Jimin fiercely. Their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, Yoongi's left leg pinned between Jimin's, their hips pressing and grinding against each other involuntarily by now. Yoongi already felt like his entire body was on fire, but he could still sense the heat radiating from Jimin's body as well while younger continued to kiss him hungrily; and it only made Yoongi feel more intoxicated, smitten with Jimin. The sound of their heavy panting soon filled up the entire room. The only reason they broke their kiss a few moments later was because they sadly couldn't live without oxygen.
'I... oh god, I missed you Jiminie.' Yoongi managed to blurt out while resting his forehead against the younger's.
He then started to trail open-mouthed kisses along the side of Jimin's neck, nibbling on his earlobe when he reached it. Jimin let out a small gasp at this and his right hand held on tightly to the hair just above Yoongi's neck.
Yoongi then looked up and he could see how flushed the younger's face was as he all but whispered a soft 'I missed you too hyung.', and held on tightly to the elder. He looked almost shy and Yoongi found it freaking adorable and he couldn't hold back a smile as they locked gazes. Jimin's eyes were wide and dark and seething with something that was anything but adorable. Quite the opposite actually – Yoongi could swear the kid's look was almost sinful.
'Come here.' The elder whispered and grabbed Jimin's tie in order to pull him closer.
The younger boy let out a small gasp as Yoongi did this; they leaned in and the two started to kiss again, hungrily, desperately even. Jimin's lips were so full and soft and tasted to sweet that Yoongi couldn't help but bite softly on them, eliciting small gasps and moans from Jimin. He would then slowly run his tongue over them soothingly. This was one of his favourite things to do, as Yoongi had discovered that it made Jimin shudder all over and moan needily.
While his mouth was busy with Jimin's, Yoongi's hands started to fiddle with the younger's tie, in an attempt to take it off. The elder could feel Jimin arching into his hand as it trailed upwards, toward the younger's neck – eventually finding and undoing the tie's knot. After letting the tie fall limply to the ground Yoongi trailed his hands along Jimin's torso once more (making both of them gasp and grind their hips together even harder) before reaching up to undo the first three buttons of Jimin's shirt. Yoongi then pulled away slowly from Jimin's mouth, only to lower his head and start kissing and licking at the hollow of Jimin's throat. At this, he could feel the younger throw his head back almost instantly and his pulse rising. Oh, how Yoongi loved being able to do such things to Jimin.
Just as Yoongi was attempting to trail down even further, he felt Jimin nudging him to straighten up. He then pushed the elder to his right, pinning him to the wall.
'Wha-... Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?'
'Not at all hyung.' Jimin's voice was low and husky and by god, it lit a bonfire between Yoongi's legs (as if there wasn't enough heat pooling down there already). 'I just wanna try something. Tell me if you want me to stop.' That dark gaze filled with want never left Yoongi's eyes as the younger spoke.
With that, Jimin planted one last kiss on Yoongi's lips before kneeling down in front of him. Yoongi's brows furrowed in confusion for a second or two until he felt a pair of slightly shaky hands start to unbutton and unzip his trousers. Yoongi's eyes went wide as he looked down at Jimin. The younger was still looking at him, face a bright pink hue, his mouth forming a mischievous yet somehow slightly shy smile. The younger looked a bit nervous, however Yoongi could see a spark dancing around in his eyes. Jimin grinned at Yoongi for a second longer before lowering his gaze and slowly pulling off the elder's trousers and underwear. Yoongi was already starting to get hard from all the making out, and as the cold air of the room hit his already sensitive member he couldn't do anything but let out a low groan.
'If I'm doing anything you don't want me to hyung, just tell me.' Jimin repeated.
Yoongi wasn't even sure if he could still string together words at that precise moment in time, because holy hell, Jimin was just about to blow him and that thought alone made Yoongi's head spin.
But before Yoongi could get too caught up in that thought, he was abruptly yanked back into reality by the feeling of Jimin's lips gently pressing against his head. The younger then parted his lips and slowly, too slowly, took the head of Yoongi's member into his mouth. Yoongi had to make use of every bit of self-restraint he had in order to not let out a guttural moan and to not come right then and there. His pulse was already dangerously high and Yoongi started to fear that he wouldn't be able to stay on his feet throughout the affair.
Jimin started to gently suck, his tongue pressing against Yoongi's slit, making the elder shudder quite violently and both of them moan. The sensation of Jimin's soft moans against him only added to Yoongi's high. The younger proceeded to bob his head back and forth, taking in a bit more with each motion, his tongue now running along the underside of Yoongi's member. His movements were a bit clumsy and lacked continuity as Jimin paused a bit every now and then, when deciding what to do next, by Yoongi couldn't care less. He was in some sort of twisted heaven right now. He had never felt such pleasure before in his life. Jimin's mouth was so warm and silky and his tongue was so firm and at the same time soft against Yoongi, and it all felt so good. It made Yoongi want to scream for more and at the same time he wanted to cry out because it was too much for him to handle. All in all, though, he didn't want Jimin to stop. Not one bit.
Jimin must've sensed that Yoongi was getting a bit too shaky, as soon enough his hands started to trail up Yoongi's thighs (causing the elder's breath to hitch in his throat and making him bite his lower lip in order to contain whatever sounds wanted to escape him), eventually coming to a rest on his hips. The younger held Yoongi firmly in place, his thumbs rubbing small circles over his hipbones. Yoongi's breath became a very heavy panting by now.
Yoongi couldn't help but blush and feel a bit embarrassed at hearing the wet, lewd sounds that accompanied Jimin's and his own gasps and groans now, but dear lord, it just felt so good. He tilted his head to look down at the younger and his jaw could've just as well hit the floor – Jimin's eyes were closed in concentration as he continued to lick and suck, and Yoongi could feel his tongue caressing him every which way; but then the younger hollowed out his cheeks and started to pick up the pace and the sudden tightness had Yoongi tangling his fingers tightly in the younger's hair in order to somehow ground himself. Jimin shuddered at this, sending soft tremors all over Yoongi's body. Before he even knew it, Yoongi's hips started to slowly move in synch with Jimin's bobbing and it took everything in him to keep from thrusting too vigorously into the younger's mouth.
Yoongi kept watching through half-lidded eyes as Jimin quickened his pace even more and all Yoongi could do was moan between uneven breaths as he felt his orgasm draw closer. Jimin must've sensed this too somehow because all of a sudden his mouth tightened fiercely around Yoongi's length; the sight of those beautiful, perfectly plump lips of his, now all red and swollen from all the kissing and biting and sucking, latched around him was more than Yoongi could handle and a few seconds later he came right into Jimin's mouth. Yoongi's body convulsed several times as the younger swallowed and kept licking gently; his right hand was now wrapped around Yoongi's thigh, while with his left the younger slowly stroked the base of Yoongi's shaft.
Yoongi didn't realise how completely and utterly dry his mouth was until he tried to speak again. The hand that he used to hold on to Jimin's hair was now absently stroking the younger's head, fingers shaky as if he hadn't eaten in days. Yoongi let out a long and satisfied breath, tightening his grip on Jimin's hair again and nudging the younger to look up.
With one last press of his tongue against Yoongi's length, Jimin finally opened his eyes and looked up at his hyung. His cheeks were red, his lips even more so (but they also looked so damned soft and velvety and Yoongi wanted to kiss them silly), and Yoongi could see a line of what was probably saliva running from the corner of Jimin's mouth down to his chin. His eyes were as wide as ever and it drove Yoongi crazy to see just how innocent he looked even now, after what he did. Jimin let go of Yoongi after planting an open-mouthed kiss just below Yoongi's hip and got up. The elder pulled his underwear and trousers back up as he did so. His hands were still shaky, his chest still rose and fell with quick motions.
'I- I hope that was ok hyung.' Jimin started, blushing even more as he looked at Yoongi.
'Okay? Are you kidding me?' Yoongi took in another deep breath. Seriously now, it was high time for him to calm down already. 'That was fucking amazing Jiminie. Good god.' He then blushed himself, adding 'What about you kid? Are you alright?'
'Never better hyung. I-... I've been wanting to do that for a while now.' That playful spark was back, dancing in Jimin's eyes as he continued in a slightly raspy voice.
The younger giggled softly before leaning in towards Yoongi. He hesitated just before their lips touched and Yoongi could feel his warm breath brushing against his mouth. Jimin licked his lips before biting on his lower one. He looked up at his hyung. He seemed slightly nervous.
Yoongi took a mental snapshot of Jimin, his dear, sweet Jiminie, as he stood there in limbo, mouth slightly parted and looking so beautiful it actually made something inside Yoongi ache (again). He then cupped Jimin's face and gently wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb before leaning in and kissing the younger. He licked Jimin's lips and then gently caressed the younger's tongue with his own as they both opened their mouths. Yoongi could taste himself in Jimin's mouth, and fuck it if anyone thought that it was weird, 'cause it only made Yoongi kiss Jimin harder as the whole thing somehow turned him on, but also made him want to find Jimin – to taste him again when they kissed.
As Yoongi's heart calmed down a bit, his breathing evened out and his strength seemed to come back little by little, he pulled Jimin close to him – one hand resting on the back of the younger's neck, the other wrapped tightly around his waist – and kissed him deeply. Pressed together, their lips almost glided against each other now, their kiss becoming a wet, sloppy mess of a kiss. And Yoongi loved every second of it. He loved the feel of Jimin's breath brushing lightly over his cheeks, he loved the feel of Jimin's strong arms wrapping around his back and waist, their bodies flush against each other.
And just like that, Yoongi smiled. Widely and with all his heart.
I bet you anything it's because of the hormones and fancy neurotransmitters raging in you just now.
Maybe so. But the warmth in Yoongi's chest purred happily and floated about. Yoongi opened his eyes and he could see Jimin looking up at him, smiling slightly sheepishly; Yoongi gave him a lopsided grin. He loved being like this with Jimin. He loved holding him. He loved seeing all these different sides of him that he never even knew existed. Jimin planted another soft kiss on the elder's jawline and then nuzzled his head in the crook of Yoongi's neck, holding him tight. Yoongi's arms instinctively squeezed back. He loved it when Jimin snuggled up against him. He loved...
Yeees?
Yoongi swallowed hard, leaving his thought to hang in the air, eventually pushing it to the back of his mind. He looked down at Jimin and kissed him. He sighed deeply before speaking.
'Kid, I think we should be getting back. We probably have to change outfits as well.'
Jimin let out a small sigh as well and gently bit the skin on the side of Yoongi's neck before drawing back.
'Yeah, you're right. It's a good thing we have to change too.' He added, picking up his tie. 'I'm pretty sure you messed up the knot on my tie hyung.'
They both laughed softly. Jimin's eyes never left Yoongi's.
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Park Jimin was by no means perfect. He was well aware of that. He knew. That was why he always made sure he would give it his all, no matter what he was doing. Especially when it came to dancing. But lately he seemed to find himself distracted.
Dancing was supposed to be Jimin's stress relief. Well, in all fairness, it still was. But lately, their group rehearsals had become way more distracting than Jimin thought possible.
All because of a certain hyung of his.
Jimin was more than happy to help Yoongi perfect his dancing skills - although Jimin always saw it as helping Yoongi ease into things more than anything; he was a good dancer as it was, he just needed to get out of his own head a bit more. But then they went and kissed and did some other things as well, adding to the already extensive list of reasons why Jimin couldn't get Yoongi out of his mind. So now during dance practices, Jimin literally had to focus to not let his eyes wander around searching for the small frame of his hyung.
On one hand, he was proud the same way any teacher would be proud of their student when they see said student getting better. Jimin couldn't help but notice how Yoongi seemed, no, felt more relaxed during their rehearsals and performances. It showed in his movements – he wasn't forcing himself to move in a certain way and stick to the beat of the song. Jimin liked to think that maybe Yoongi took his words to heart and stopped thinking so much about what he had to do; instead let the song guide him more. At this Jimin couldn't help but smile. He was happy because he had been able to help his hyung. Immensely so. And as far as he could tell, Yoongi seemed happy about this as well. He smiled more often despite how tired they all were, especially during dance practice.
On the other hand, Jimin couldn't help but notice the smirk plastered on Yoongi's face every now and then as they danced. It was wide and playful and paired with a set of eyes that were darker than usual. And they were looking right at Jimin.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
He knew. He knew Jimin was having trouble taking his eyes off him and he freakin' liked the attention. And any shred of doubt Jimin might've had lingering around was erased when, facing back to the mirror again after finishing a turn, he and Yoongi locked eyes for a split second. Jimin had slipped and almost fell entirely when it happened. His heart started to beat even faster, he could feel himself blush and heat was spreading from his chest all the way down between his legs, all because of the look Yoongi gave him. Clearly, the elder was tired as well – his chest was heaving with every breath he took, his hair was damp at the ends and locks of it stuck to his forehead, the slight sheen of his skin clearly showed that he too was a sweaty mess – but despite this, he still seemed to have it in him to look at Jimin with such intensity and desire that it made the younger's knees go weak. How in the hell was that even a thing?
Additionally, the fact that Yoongi was wearing a slightly over-sized plain black t-shirt that tended to slouch on the elder's body, revealing a hint of a collarbone covered by that milky white skin of his didn't help. At all.
Jimin had to swallow hard in order to get rid of the lump that settled into his oesophagus. His stomach however was ironically still riddled with butterflies and at the same time in knots. The song ended and someone went over to the music player and put another song on.
The boys got into their positions and as the first few notes played through the loudspeakers, Jimin took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. This time he would focus on the music. On dancing. He had to. As he exhaled and opened his eyes, the younger took one last look in the mirror and saw Yoongi still eyeing him. Jimin's mouth formed a slight smirk. Two could play this game. And while Jimin was far from perfect, there were some things he was pretty good at. Dancing was one of them. After lingering just another fraction of a second on his hyung, Jimin's eyes darted forward as the group began to dance.
He loved Yoongi. That much he knew for a few years now and while he had tried to bottle away his feelings, their intensity never so much as budged; it was no use putting it any other way because doing so would be a big fat lie.
Jimin was looking straight ahead; he could see his and the others' reflections in the mirror as he moved, yet at the same time he couldn't. His eyes were needed only to give him a sense of where he was and where the others were at the moment, nothing else. He took in another deep breath and let go. He let the music course through him, guide his every movement. He borrowed from the strength of its beat in order to make his own movements sharp and precise.
Over the past weeks he had experienced things he rarely dared dream of. He and Yoongi had kissed, heck they had made out. Jimin's heart still fluttered at the very thought.
They reached the part of the song that was a bit more mellow. Here, Jimin relied on the strength and control his muscles allowed him. His body moved freely, yet every flowing gesture he made was precisely calculated. He didn't allow himself to put even a finger out of line.
His chest was overcome with emotion as they continued to dance. Jimin loved Yoongi. And though the elder never confessed to anything of the sorts, Jimin could very clearly recall the ways in which Yoongi looked at him whenever they spent some time together. He could see the tenderness in the elder's eyes, the care, the lust, the desire. It made Jimin feel beautiful. He knew he felt protected, safe and adored whenever Yoongi held him. He felt wanted. Yearned for. Surely that wasn't all just in Jimin's head. Right?
The chorus of the song started again and Jimin just let it wash over him. He had known the choreography by heart since ages ago. It was ingrained in the very fibres and tendons of his being by now. He could afford to just let his body take over. His legs performed each step exactly on point. His upper body flexed, twisted and turned just right. His movements were incredibly sharp and yet still fluid. Jimin continued to flow with the music.
It couldn't have all been just in Jimin's head... but it's not like they actually sat down and talked things through. They were too busy jumping at each other whenever the opportunity arose. At this, Jimin gave a small smile despite himself. Yoongi had been right – they had been a couple of hormonal idiots. Well, they still were. But something in Jimin wanted to know if they perhaps were, no, could be, more than that. Because who was he kidding, Jimin wanted them to be so, so much more than a couple of hormonal idiots.
And what if he doesn't want that?
Jimin nearly froze in place at that thought. He couldn't afford to think of that scenario right now. Nothing good would come of him speculating about things without actually knowing any facts. And so far, the facts he had were his time together with his hyung, the whispers and looks they'd exchanged, the way he felt when he was with Yoongi, when they kissed, touched, shuddered against each other. That and the damned butterflies zooming around his insides. And the fact that neither of them had told the other how they felt about them. Not since any of this had started.
While the mere thought of his feelings not being reciprocated scared the hell out of Jimin and made him push the idea into some deep, dark corner of his mind, he couldn't afford to really think much about the exact opposite scenario either. It was what he'd been struggling to abstain from for a long while now. No good would come out of speculating and daydreaming.
The song's last few notes blared out through the speakers and the group came to a halt. Jimin could hear everyone else's loud panting over his own. They had finished for today and they were tired. Jimin went over to the side of the room and fished his water bottle out of a bag. He let his body slump down against the wall and took a long swig of water once he was sat down. He let his eyes wander around the room as he drank. The others were gathering their things and getting ready to leave. Jungkook declared that he was famished and was asking what they would have for dinner. Jin soon joined him and they were heading out of the studio while trying to recall what, if anything, they still had left in the fridge.
Jimin's eyes soon found the person they'd been looking for – Yoongi was on the other side of the room, crouching next to Namjoon who was showing him something on his phone. They were talking and Yoongi nodded at Namjoon as the leader looked up at him and asked something from what Jimin could tell. Jimin sighed. He wanted to spend more time with his hyung. To talk to him. Hold him. Kiss him. Punish him somehow for what he did to Jimin earlier during their practice. But in a good way of course. Jimin's chest felt impossibly warm, but it also trembled with an twinging feeling.
Just as he was about to get up and gather his things to leave, Jimin saw Yoongi give Namjoon a final nod before getting up and walking over to him. Much as he didn't like to admit it, Jimin's heart started to dance around in his ribcage at this.
Yoongi's hair was wet and ruffled up from how he'd ran his fingers through it. He looked tired but the smile he gave Jimin light up his face and hid the bags under his eyes somewhat. Jimin's breath caught in his throat as he looked up to Yoongi who was now standing in front of him.
'Hyung...?' Jimin spoke in a rather small voice.
Yoongi crouched down in front of the younger and ruffled his fingers through Jimin's hair while biting on his lower lip.
'I know you get this a lot kid, but god damn, you're an amazing dancer.' Yoongi smiled widely and Jimin could swear the elder's cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of pink.
Jimin couldn't help but smile widely at his hyung. Why did those words make him feel so giddy only when Yoongi was the one saying them?
'Joon-ah's asked me to go over a song with him before dinner, so I'd better scramble.' Yoongi's shoulders slumped as he said this. 'See you back at the dorm?' He added, an apologetic and somehow hopeful look on his face.
Jimin laughed softly and held his hyung's gaze. His entire body felt warm and just good. He loved the feel of Yoongi's hand running through his hair and missed its warmth as soon as it was gone.
'Yep, I'll see you back at the dorm hyung. Don't take too long over there.' Jimin said, motioning towards the general direction of the recording studios.
Yoongi gave him one last smile before getting up and leaving with Namjoon.
Jimin just stood there for a few more seconds before getting up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Cold air hit him as soon as he left the building and Jimin lifted his head to study the sky overhead. It was of a steely dark grey colour. The clouds above him seemed heavy with rain that could start falling any minute now. Jimin closed his eyes for a second and breathed in the chilly night air. Rain had never bothered him. Especially not now. Not when there was a warm ray of sunshine tucked away next to his heart.