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double vision in rose blush

genre smut, established relationship, idol relationships  pairing jimin + jungkook word count 4562 words warnings harmless jealousy, fluff, wall sex, 4K of Jikook being cute summary  jimin laughed as he shook his head, feeling his cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling. it’s been too long, jimin thought, since they’ve been like this. a moment for just themselves - no busy schedules, no looking over their shoulders, no loud crowds. just them. read on ao3

jimin sighed as he fell back onto the dance floor, massaging his neck as he felt his sweaty back sticking to the floor. how long has it been since he’s had time to practice in a dance room like this? seven years. jimin smiled to himself, remembering how much he loved feeling breathless at the end of a dance. a true sign that he worked hard, that he gave every single move the adequate amount of strength. he loved it, he really did. 

“oh, sunbaenim!” said someone, making jimin turn his head to look at the front door. jimin smiled at his junior, recognizing the man as one of his company’s trainees. “i didn’t know you were using this dance room! i’ll come back later!”

jimin smiled as he waved his hand, sitting up as he continued rubbing over his neck. “don’t worry about it! please come in, please! i forgot that we needed to write down our name, i’m sorry.”

the trainee shook his head, smiling softly. “it’s okay, sunbaenim. i’m sure the coaches won’t mind. i didn’t know you were back! last time i heard, sunbaenim was in los angeles.”

jimin nodded, grabbing his water bottle, and downing it. the trainee smiled at him, jimin trying hard to remember his name. he knew that he knew the trainee’s name but he hasn’t seen him for months. what was it?

“i just came back last night,” jimin explained, trying to relax his breathing. he smiled softly, stretching his legs before getting up. “i’m still suffering from jetlag, i’m afraid.”

the trainee smiled as he looked away from jimin, shyly fiddling with his phone charger. “sunbaenim, i don’t know if you remember, but the last time we talked you promised to watch me dance ‘black swan.’”

jimin snapped as he pointed at the trainee. he immediately remembered his name. lee youngheum.  “that’s right, i did promise that, didn’t i?” he said with a short laugh. “well, a promise is a promise. have you been practicing?”

youngheum smiled as he nodded, lifting his head. his shy demeanor changing into something different, someone confident - it reminded jimin of himself. “i have. i’ve been busy with my preparations for debut but i’ve also been practicing ‘black swan.’”

jimin smiled as he walked over to the small room with the speakers, youngheum following behind. jimin disconnected his phone, looking back at youngheum. “you’re debuting? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you! i put in a good word, you know.”

youngheum laughed as he looked away from jimin, scrolling through his music. “thank you, sunbaenim. that means a lot to me,” he lifted his head. “oh! if - if it’s okay with you, you can call me ‘ten.’”

“ten?” jimin asked, chuckling as he nodded. “sure. i’ll call you ten and you can call me hyung.”

ten laughed as he connected the aux cord to his phone, looking up at jimin. “okay, hyung. are you ready to have your mind blown?”

jimin laughed, gesturing for ten to walk out before him. “of course,” he chuckled, pressing ‘play’, and following ten out into the dance room. 

ten got into position, his playful smile fading as the music started playing. jimin walked to the back of the room, leaning against the wall as he watched ten dance. jimin recognized the choreography to the one he danced for his concert. he smiled as he watched ten hit every move with proper execution, putting emphasis where jimin would. jimin smiled as he watched in awe, happy that he was right to believe in ten months ago when one of the managers asked jimin what he thought of ten. jimin saw something in ten, he wasn’t sure at the time, but he knows now. 

ten reminded jimin of jungkook. the raw talent, the unpolished rock - the possibilities were endless. ten and jungkook were both multifaceted that jimin couldn’t help but believe in them. 

before jimin knew it, the music was coming to an end, the violin fading as ten fell onto the floor, breathing fast. jimin pushed himself from the floor, clapping as he laughed at ten. 

“ten, that was amazing!” jimin exclaimed. “i think you danced better than i did.”

ten’s eyes widened, shaking his head as he laughed shyly. his personality going back to the shy man that stepped into the room but jimin could see the confidence in his eyes, the pleased smile. “of course not, hyung. that dance was meant for you. i’m just a fan.” jimin gave him a look, making ten laugh a bright smile. “did i really do a good job?”

jimin shook his head, playfully shoving ten’s shoulder. “you know you did amazing! although, this part,” jimin propped his leg. “try to make this leg stand out a little more.”

“like this?” ten mimicked jimin’s stance perfectly, making jimin nod. 

before jimin knew it, the two of them were practicing the choreography, going through it over and over again. jimin was laughing, enjoying ten’s company. something that jimin hasn’t been able to do in months, maybe years. 

jimin usually practiced alone, ate alone - being a soloist had its perks but it also had its cons. he missed being a trainee, he missed making friends, and practicing choreographies until his feet gave out. 

“i’m sorry for making you stay another hour,” ten said, checking his phone. “oh, no. it was two hours.”

jimin shook his head, leaning back on the floor, yawning. “don’t worry about it. i didn’t have anything else to do.” if he could tell ten, jimin would tell him that he was just passing time until jungkook came home from promoting. he usually comes back to the studio for an hour and waits for jimin by the back door. 

“oh, wow. it’s already 4 am, i should probably eat something.” 

jimin sat up immediately, eyes widening as he looked at ten. “what time did you say it was?”

“4:45, to be exact. everything alright, hyung?”

jimin groaned as he got up from the ground, dusting himself off as he leaned down to grab his phone. “my ride,” jimin said, running around the room, grabbing his things. why did he bring so much stuff? his phone, wallet, sunglasses, water bottle, sweater, jacket. was he forgetting anything else? “they’ve been waiting for forty five minutes. they’re not going to be happy.”

“oh! that’s not good,” ten laughed, grabbing his own jacket, and getting up. “i’ll walk you, hyung. i can get some breakfast on my way down.”

jimin didn’t meet ten’s gaze, knowing that he couldn’t be honest with him. he couldn’t tell him about who he was meeting and why. sure, the people at his company knew jimin and jungkook were friends but they didn’t know that they timed their schedules around each other. always making sure they leave at least three hours to see each other. and right now, jimin was late. 

“that’s alright, i am probably going to run,” jimin said as he put on his jacket. he could already see jungkook’s pouty face, whining that jimin was always running late, which reduced their time together. “it was nice seeing you again, ten. i can’t wait to boast about your group!”

ten laughed as he nodded. “thank you for all the advice and pointers that you gave me - not just dance but also about my future career. i appreciated it a lot, hyung.”

jimin smiled as he stuffed everything into his jacket pockets. ten bowed at him as jimin ran out of the dance room. he was late. he was late. 

he could hear jungkook scolding him for never being on time, for always forgetting to put an alarm, for never remembering where he was. 

jimin skipped the elevator, running down the stairs, struggling with his zipper. he decided to forget the wretched zipper and skipped a couple steps down. 

jimin finally made it to the first floor, pushing open the door, and making his way to the back door. jungkook was going to be so annoyed with him, especially after jimin made it a big deal that they hardly spent time together. 

shit.

he’s definitely lighting jungkook’s favorite candle when they get home. 

“hyung,” jungkook said exasperated, eyes filled with more emotions than jimin liked. “i thought we agreed on 4 am!”

jimin finally made it to jungkook, huffing out a cloud of fog, noticing how red jungkook’s nose was. had he really been standing here for forty five minutes? idiot. jimin loved him. “i know, i’m sorry. i lost track of time and i - i’m sorry.”

“hyung!” someone shouted, making jungkook and jimin stiffen up. jimin turned to find ten running towards them. “i’m so happy i caught you! you forgot your wallet!”

“but i made sure to put everything in my pocket!” jimin said, looking through his pockets, eyes widening when he didn’t find it. “ten, thank you so much! you’re a lifesaver!”

“it’s just a wallet,” jungkook mumbled to himself but jimin caught it. 

jimin took his wallet back, smiling at ten. “i’m sorry to have you run all the way here.”

“it’s alright, hyung. i needed to get breakfast,” ten looked at jungkook, bowing. “hello, sunbaenim. i’m sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

jungkook shook his head. “don’t worry about it, it’s okay. thank you for bringing jimin-hyung his wallet. he’s very forgetful these days.”

jimin elbowed jungkook’s side, making ten chuckle. “let me pay you!” jimin opened his wallet, taking out a coupon. “this should give you a coffee for free.”

ten laughed as he shook his head. “that’s alright, hyung. we get employee discount!”

“please take it, i feel bad that i made you run all the way down here!”

“really, hyung, it’s fine. i made you stay two hours after and even made you late! it’s okay!” ten smiled. “you helped me out a lot tonight. this is the least i can do.”

jimin insisted. “if you ask mrs. kwon, i’m sure she can exchange the coffee for a cheesecake.”

ten laughed as he took the coupon. “fine,” he said. “thank you, hyung.”

jimin nodded, waving goodbye as ten bowed before leaving. jimin waited until the back door shut before turning towards jungkook. 

“have i ever told you that i think you’re handsome?”

jungkook pressed his tongue against his cheek, crossing his arms over his chest. “you told me that you were going to dance. that it’s been years since you practiced in a dance room.”

“i did! i was resting when ten walked in,” jimin said, putting his wallet into his pocket, keeping his hands inside. “he’s the one that i promised to watch him dance to ‘black swan,’ you know - the one that manager kim asked me about.”

jungkook looked down at him, his bottom lip starting to pout, and jimin was conflicted - should he feel scared or completely endeared? “he said he made you stay two extra hours,” jungkook said. “did he dance super slow?”

endeared. he was definitely endeared. “no. he danced beautifully but he didn’t have some moves perfect yet, so i offered some advice.”

“beautifully?”

jimin smiled up at jungkook, taking a step closer to the man. “you’re jealous.”

“am not! i just - you promised 4 am, hyung. it’s now 5:05,” jungkook huffed, turning and opening the car door. “get inside, it’s cold.”

jimin laughed as he got inside, shaking his head slightly. jungkook was always adorable when it came to being jealous. he’d sulk for a few minutes, maybe an hour, before hanging from jimin, indirectly asking for attention. it was cute and jimin loved it, maybe a little too much. but he couldn’t help it. he was completely in love with the pouty bun. 

“do you think it’ll snow?” jimin asked after a few minutes of driving in silence. he slowly turned his whole body to look at jungkook as he drove. “do you remember our first snow together?”

“no.”

jimin smiled. “you dragged me outside, onto the empty streets, and told me that you liked me,” he said softly, remembering that night like it was just yesterday. “but you were sobbing as you confessed that it took me a while to calm you down and ask you to repeat yourself.”

jungkook glanced over at him. “memory lane isn’t getting you out of this, hyung. you’re the one who kept complaining about not spending enough time together,” he said. “do you remember that?”

“you’re awfully cute tonight,” jimin said sarcastically, making jungkook scoff incredulously. “what happened? you were filming for inkigayo, right? did everything go smoothly?”

jungkook kept his gaze on the road, though his jaw clenched. “no,” he said. jimin chuckled, knowing better than that. jungkook sighed. “i don’t think i did a move correctly but my manager disagrees. i watched it back but i’m not satisfied.”

jimin reached over, placing his hand over jungkook’s thigh. “hey, i’m sure you did well, jungkook. you’re always highly critical of yourself when you shouldn’t be.”

“did i dance beautifully?”

jimin groaned, throwing his head back. “you seriously need to let that go,” he laughed. “besides thinking of your oh-so clever remark, did you listen to what i said?”

jungkook nodded, glancing over at jimin. jimin smiled as he held his gaze. “thank you.”

“you don’t need to thank me for saying the truth,” jimin caressed jungkook’s thigh before removing his hand. “do you mind if i nap for the rest of the ride? i can feel the jetlag catching up.”

jungkook hummed. “i’ll turn on your seat warmer.”

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jimin groaned as he woke up, frowning when he woke up to a dark room. he slowly sat up, trying to see in the dark but it was useless. jimin carefully got out of bed, going by memory to where the light switch was. he slowly lifted the switch, the bright lights making him wince. jimin slowly lowered the brightness. 

“jungkook-ah?” jimin called out, biting his bottom lip when no one answered him. had jungkook stepped out for some food or left for work? jimin sniffled as he walked back to his bed, sitting at the edge. he picked up his phone, smiling to himself when he found it charging. 

10 pm. 

wow. had jimin really slept for that long? no wonder jungkook wasn’t around. their window had closed a while ago, jungkook must be on his way to film something else. another performance. 

jimin sighed, putting down his phone. this had been the first time they didn’t see each other like they planned. they were usually good at managing their time for each other but this time, jetlag fucked that up. 

jimin curled on his side, staring at jungkook’s side of the bed. he missed jungkook. 

he let out a sigh, knowing that road was dangerous. missing your significant other was dangerous for someone like jimin. it would open the door to emotions that are usually well secured. if jimin didn’t let himself fall into that longing, he could focus on his career. but letting himself miss jungkook, it was a double edged sword. it hurt jimin and it hurt his focus. 

but as he pulled jungkook’s pillow towards him, breathing in the softener jungkook loves - he couldn’t help it. he missed him. he missed him. fuck. he missed him. 

jimin turned on his back, huffing as he felt his eyes watering. he didn’t like it. he didn’t like missing jungkook. jimin’s career was doing so well. he just finished a small tour and broke his own record for most physical sales. jungkook was also breaking records, passing jimin in most streamed solo artist. namjoon has a running bet with yoongi to see who beats who. the numbers change every two months that taehyung says it’s a never ending bet but it’s theirs. 

there. jimin wanted to be there with jungkook. wherever there was - he wanted to be there. 

jimin’s phone rang, making jimin groan as he reached over to grab it. he furrowed his eyebrows as he saw jungkook’s contact picture. it was a picture of jungkook smiling widely, his hand reaching out towards the camera, trying to stop jimin from taking a picture. jimin sighed softly. he had taken that picture on the london eye, their third date. 

“koo?” jimin asked softly, “what are you doing calling me this late?”

jungkook chuckled on the other line. “i wanted to make sure i woke you up, hyung. if you sleep like this, you won’t get used to the time zone.”

jimin smiled slightly at jungkook’s sweet consideration. “where are you?”

“i’m on my way home,” jungkook said. “i just finished filming a talk show so i’ll be a couple minutes. do you mind making some rice? i’ll cook us a nice meal before you leave.”

“leave?”

“didn’t you say that you had to record a song today?”

jimin groaned, feeling like a little kid as he refused to leave his bed. “no, i haven’t seen you all day! i don’t want to!”

jungkook laughed. “i know, flower, but what should we do? you know it takes us a couple months to plan a few hours together.”

“how long until you come home?”

“gps says five, why?”

“do you have any more recordings?”

jungkook hummed, “nope,” he said but jimin could hear the smile. “did we just find another window?”

“jeon jungkook, after i finish recording, you’re mine!”

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jimin was in the kitchen when he heard someone walking outside the hallway, keys jingling outside his door. he quickly made his way over to the door, feeling his lips turn up into a smile as jungkook opened the front door. 

“hyung?” jungkook called out, not noticing the man smiling like a fool. jimin’s feet started moving by themselves, the sound making jungkook turn to look at him. 

jimin jumped up at jungkook, the man holding him up. “i missed you!” jimin said, wrapping his arms and legs around jungkook, refusing to let go. “i missed you so much!”

jungkook laughed as he closed the front door, pressing jimin the wall next to it. jimin pulled back a bit, just enough to meet jungkook’s eyes. the man’s nose was red again. “i missed you too,” he said. “i could get used to coming home to you greeting me like this.”

jimin pressed his palms on either side of jungkook’s face, his thumbs caressing over his cheekbones. “the greeting isn’t over just yet,” he said before leaning down and kissing jungkook. 

jungkook kissed jimin back, pushing him more against the wall, pinning his wrists against the door as jungkook deepened the kiss. jimin moaned softly, sliding his tongue over jungkook’s as he reached out to grab jungkook but the taller man stopped him. 

“now that i can get used to,” jungkook teased as he pulled away with a grin. jimin nudged his nose against jungkook’s. “i missed you so much.”

“show me,” jimin whispered, his eyes hooding. “show me, please.”

jungkook nodded, pressing opened mouth kisses down jimin’s neck. jimin closed his eyes, feeling as jungkook used one of his hands to pin jimin’s hands above his head, while his other hand slid under jimin’s shirt, moving up and down at a slow pace. 

“i missed your body,” jungkook whispered into jimin’s ear, making jimin shiver as the man pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, his hands moving up to jimin’s erected nipples. he brushed his thumbs over the nubs, making jimin moan softly. “i missed your moans.”

“what else?” jimin asked, feeling himself hardening as jungkook continued. jungkook’s voice was so sexy, so deep that jimin might be able to cum just from the sound. 

“i missed your curves,” jungkook used his free hand to grab the end of jimin’s shirt, lifting it to jimin’s lips. “bite.”

jimin nodded slowly, opening his mouth, letting jungkook stuff his mouth with his shirt, holding it up past his collarbones. 

“i missed teasing you,” jungkook licked his lips before leaning in, his lips quirked up into a smirk. jimin gasped as he felt jungkook’s cold lips against his warm skin, his tongue lapping over the skin before sucking hard. jimin arched his hips, tugging against jungkook’s grip. “i missed watching you lose yourself in pleasure.”

jimin moaned, muffled by his shirt. jungkook licked over both of jungkook’s nipples, sucking marks further up his chest. jimin groaned as jungkook pulled up jimin’s shirt, biting against jimin’s lower neck, despite knowing that they never mark above the collarbone. jungkook ignored that rule, sucking marks on both sides, pressing his erection against jimin. 

“i missed making you mine, showing everyone that you’re mine,” jungkook said, letting jimin down before turning him around, pressing jimin against the wall. jimin gasped, placing his hand against the wall, arching his ass out. “i missed touching you.”

jimin bit down tighter on his shirt, feeling as jungkook started taking off jimin’s jeans, pressing kisses on his lower back. 

“i missed spreading you,” jungkook said, his mouth moving down jimin’s back, sucking and biting marks on both sides of his ass. “i missed your ass so much. always so plump, so fucking available for me.”

jimin moaned as he felt jungkook press two fingers to his rim, eyes closing as he tried to hold onto the wall. jungkook’s touched suddenly disappeared, making jimin whimper, looking over his shoulder to find jungkook walking out of their bedroom, half naked, warming a bottle of lube between his palm. jungkook smirked as he noticed jimin checking him out. jungkook’s dick was curled up against his stomach, hard and leaking. fuck. jimin wanted him so fucking bad. 

“what’s that look for?” jungkook asked, smiling as reached over, tugging the shirt out of jimin’s mouth. 

jimin swallowed before shaking his head. “nothing, i just - i can’t,” jimin stumbled over his words as he watched jungkook squirt some lube onto his fingers, eyebrows rising. “fuck.”

“you’re so cute, baby,” jungkook leaned forward, kissing jimin as his fingers slid up and down between his ass, grazing over his rim. jimin gasped, arching his back. “can’t wait to see how adorable you look with my fingers inside you, stretching you out, preparing you for me.”

jimin gasped as he felt jungkook slip two fingers into him, pressing his face against the wall. “fuck, jungkook,” jimin said, closing his eyes. jungkook slowly worked his fingers in and out of jimin, his other hand rubbing circles on his cheek. “that feels - fuck.”

“that feels what, hyung? i didn’t hear you.”

jimin scoffed, knowing well that jungkook head him. cocky man. hot, sexy, cocky man who works his fingers too well. “ah, jungkook-ah. you feel,” jimin stumbled over his words, moving his hips back against jungkook’s fingers, moaning as he felt jungkook add a third finger. “that feels so fucking good. i want - i want more.”

jungkook chuckled as he leaned over jimin’s body, sliding his hand over his body until he grabbed jimin’s hardened dick. “you want more?” jungkook whispered into jimin’s ear. “does my baby want more?”

jimin moved his hips forward and backwards, his rhythm quickly getting lost in the pleasure. from jungkook’s hand on his dick, pumping him fast, getting him close to his orgasm. to jungkook’s fingers deep inside him, fucking into him deeper and deeper, spreading jimin for jungkook. to jungkook’s mouth against jimin’s neck, tongue sliding over his skin, teasing jimin - both of them knowing not to mark above the collarbone. but by the way jimin was being spread and fucked against the wall, he might’ve considered it. fuck, he definitely did. 

but jungkook was sliding himself into jimin, his pace around his dick speeding up, jimin throwing his head back as he yelled out from the pleasure. 

“yes, oh fuck, yes, yes!” jimin pressed his hands up against the wall, feeling as jungkook slammed against his ass, dick burrowing inside him. his legs were starting to tremble, his hands hardly holding him up. but he didn’t care, he let himself fall into the pleasure, into jungkook leaning over jimin, fucking him deeper and deeper. 

“hyung, you take me so well,” jungkook whispered. “you’re always so good for me, hyung. going to fuck you until you cum. you deserve it, hyung. you deserve to be fucked good and hard.” with every word, jungkook fucked in and out of jimin, thrusting with extra force every other syllable. jimin was leaning on his elbows now, arching his ass, face pressed against the wall, moaning incoherent words. 

before he could say anything, jimin was cumming onto jungkook’s hands, whimpering as he threw his head back, finding jungkook’s shoulder to lean against as his body shivered sporadically from the pleasure. jungkook pressed a kiss to jimin’s temple, fucking faster until he came, too. 

jimin was panting fast as jungkook slowly pulled away, pressing another kiss. “why,” jimin said between pants. “why were you so cute during that last bit?”

jungkook laughed, pressing several more kisses to jimin’s cheek. “let’s shower, hyung. you must be exhausted.”

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jungkook smiled as jimin turned to look at him, their noses rubbing against each other. jimin hugged jungkook’s waist, pulling him closer as their legs became entangled under the covers. jungkook chuckled softly, his nose red again. “it snowed,” jungkook said. “did you see it?”

jimin shook his head, pressing his chin against jungkook’s chest. “nope, i must’ve been asleep,” he said. “did you?”

“as if i would dare to see a snowfall without you?” jungkook said, his voice teasing jimin lightly. jimin rolled his eyes, snuggling more into his boyfriend. “did you sleep a lot? you must’ve been tired.”

jimin smiled to himself, feeling as jungkook’s fingers ran through his hair, making him sigh softly. “i love you,” jimin whispered. jungkook smiled a little wider, his teeth appearing. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too,” jungkook said, carding his fingers through jimin’s hair, the smile on his face slowly disappearing. “oh, right. i’ve been meaning to say this - i’m sorry about earlier.”

“oh? you mean when you got jealous of ten?” jimin laughed, shaking his head. “you don’t need to apologize, koo. we’ve been dating long enough for me to understand you a little better. i know you don’t mean any harm.”

“i really don’t. i just - i don’t know,” jungkook’s other hand wrapped around jimin’s waist, jimin smiling wider at him, finding the man absolutely sweet for trying to explain his jealousy - even when jimin knew his jealousy was harmless. “you’re so beautiful, hyung. you’re beautiful inside and out that i don’t ever want to lose you.”

jimin wrapped one of his arms around jungkook’s neck, pulling the man down, pressing a kiss to jungkook’s lips. “trust me, jungkook-ah, i know where you’re coming from. you don’t have to apologize for being you. i love you, i trust you, and i trust us.”

jungkook nudged his nose against jimin’s. “do you know what seokjin told me?” jimin shook his head, staring up at the other man. “he told me that our relationship was like finding gold in a river. it was exciting, it was rare, and it was beautiful. like you, hyung.”

jimin laughed as he shook his head, feeling his cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling. it’s been too long, jimin thought, since they’ve been like this. a moment for just themselves - no busy schedules, no looking over their shoulders, no loud crowds. just them.

writer’s note hello, thank you for reading. this was fun to write. also, yes, this was a lame excuse to write jimin and ten dancing together. they need to have a stage together asap. T___T

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210110 ‘ON’ - Taehyung

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twenty seconds or twenty years

genre smut, established relationship, domestic fluff pairing yoongi + jungkook word count 4797 words warnings rimming, face-sitting, 69, barebacking, tooth rotting fluff (you’ve been warned) summary jungkook met his gaze, cheeks still sporting a pretty pink. he smiled at yoongi as he waited for an answer or an action, whatever happened first. and it was in that moment that yoongi realized that jungkook not only makes him impatient, childish, and gassy. but jungkook made him happy. he made him feel safe and excited. like no matter what, everything will be okay. read on ao3

yoongi tapped his foot up and down impatiently, habitually biting his thumbnail, anxiously waiting as he watched jungkook flip through his article. 

“it’s terrible, isn’t it?” yoongi said impatiently, frowning when jungkook lifts a hand - as to shush him. 

“i’m not finished,” jungkook said. “let me finish this and then i’ll tell you my honest thoughts.”

yoongi groaned, throwing his head over the railing of the bunk bed, tapping his foot against the wall. how could he not be finished? jungkook’s spent at least half an hour reading the article. was it terrible? yoongi worked four days on the writing, pouring his soul into the paper, researching until he ran out of places and dates. was it all worthless? did yoongi fail to put his point across? fuck, maybe he didn’t have what it takes - that was the scary part of going back to school. 

yoongi spent years avoiding university, avoiding the stress and anxiety of always doing your best. after high school, he took three years off, to travel and not have a single care in the world. it was fun. no, it was more than that. yoongi spent three years avoiding every little bit of responsibility but in the end, that reckless, careless lifestyle wasn’t for him. 

whenever he’d visit the most domesticated couple that he knew in seoul, yoongi would find himself yearning for what they had. domestication, security, and affection. they had roots and they planted them together. yoongi wanted that, craved that sense of belonging and companionship. 

so yoongi did the only logical thing he could think of. 

he dyed his hair blue and went back to university - not necessarily in that order. 

“just tell me already!” yoongi stomped his foot against the wall, quickly losing all the patience that he’d been known to have. he wasn’t sure why jungkook always riled him but he did. jungkook made him impatient, childish, and gassy. he made yoongi feel gassy. that overwhelming bloated feeling. 

he tried explaining it to jungkook once but it didn’t translate well. yoongi ended up just blurting “farts!” in the middle of the courtyard. it was so embarrassing that yoongi still doesn’t show his face from 10 am to 11:30 am. 

“you’re going to make a hole in the wall,” jungkook said, not looking up at yoongi. “i’m sure my landlord would be more than happy to approve your plans for a remodel.”

an overwhelming bloated feeling. almost as if you overate something delicious, something that you knew would push you over the edge, but ate it regardless. and now you’re stuck with that pressure and bloated feeling. overwhelming. 

“of course he’s quick to retort but takes centuries to read a simple five page article! aren’t you embarrassed? it’s okay, i forgive you. tell me what you thought!” yoongi groaned, leaning his head more over the railing, sighing when he looked around jungkook’s bedroom. he noticed the man’s room was cleaner than usual. it even smells nicer, it no longer had that nose burning stench of sweat mixed with jungkook’s favorite cologne. it smelled nice. 

jungkook sighed as he placed a hand strategically on yoongi’s knee, his thumb caressing over the pants. yoongi clenched his jaw, trying not to cave in. “i’m almost finished,” he said softly, definitely trying to calm yoongi down. 

yoongi wished jungkook’s touch calmed him down. he wished that the warmth on his thigh would ease him but it doesn’t. if anything, it makes yoongi even more anxious, more impatient, more bloated. 

he turned his head to look at jungkook, his eyes slowly moving down the man’s profile. his jaw was defined and sharp, nothing like the baby pictures his mother had shown yoongi. the baby pictures showed a young boy, round and cherubic, looking like a baby rabbit. the man in front of him was toned and manly, but he still had his baby face and bunny-like smile. 

jungkook’s mother had been so kind that day. welcoming yoongi into her house, offering him the world, and talking yoongi’s ear off about jungkook’s childhood. jungkook teased that his mother was replacing him with yoongi but yoongi knew that wasn’t true. his mother was trying to show her support for her son, proving to them both that she was okay with jungkook dating yoongi. yoongi saw it in her eyes, the conflicting emotions battling each other. but yoongi loved jungkook’s mother for trying. trying to understand, trying to know yoongi, and trying to accept. 

it’s hard to understand, know, and accept. especially when you’re raised differently. when everything you know changes, it’s hard to come to terms with reality. yoongi sometimes wonders if his own parents will ever get to the point where jungkook’s mother was. he hopes they do. he misses them a lot. 

“i’m finished,” jungkook said, his warm touch disappearing from yoongi’s knee. yoongi immediately sat up on the bed, looking at him expectedly. “it’s amazing, hyung. i really like it.”

yoongi nodded slowly, not convinced. “okay but what about the grammar? did you see any errors? shit, i should’ve given you a pen to circle them! here, let me go get one from your desk!”

jungkook laughed as he stopped yoongi from getting off. jungkook tugged yoongi’s body to him, yoongi groaning as he felt jungkook’s arms wrap around him. “alright, lover, what’s going on? you’re never this nervous when it comes to your articles,” he whispered, hugging yoongi from behind, keeping him between his legs. jungkook pressed light kisses to the back of yoongi’s neck. “you’re the most confident, sexiest, smartest journalist that the newspaper has. why are you so self-conscious?”

yoongi huffed defensively, trying not to get lost in jungkook’s touch. the warm kisses on the back of his skin, making the hairs on his body stand up. the tight warmth of jungkook’s arms and legs around him. jungkook was coddling him and yoongi hated - loved - it. “it’s human nature to feel insecure sometimes,” yoongi said, turning away from jungkook. “we can’t be confident all the time.”

jungkook chuckled as he hummed, his lips pressing against yoongi’s jaw. “i know that, you know that. but this is writing, hyung. this comes to you like second nature. what happened?”

yoongi sighed, craning his neck to look at jungkook over his shoulder. jungkook’s round eyes met his own. his dark brown eyes sparkling under the cheap bedroom lights. “your father promised to buy this issue,” yoongi whispered, as if it was a top secret, something no one outside of the room could know. just the two of them. 

“hyung,” jungkook smiled, no teasing behind it. just a sweet smile that made yoongi’s heart flutter. “you don’t have to second guess yourself over that. i’ve shown my father all of your articles. he thinks you’re a young, talented man.”

yoongi groaned as he looked away, feeling his cheeks warming from that new piece of information. jungkook showed his father. how could he do that? why would he do that? yoongi wanted to ask jungkook but he didn’t want to know the answer. what if it makes yoongi blush even harder? “jungkook,” yoongi said, feeling jungkook’s chest move behind him as he laughed at yoongi’s shyness. 

“what? i’m proud of you,” jungkook pulled yoongi closer to him, pressing a kiss to yoongi’s jawline. his lips moved down the side of his neck, his tongue sliding over before he nipped lightly with his teeth. “we’re all proud of you.”

yoongi tilted his head slightly, exposing his neck more to jungkook, who eagerly accepted the position. jungkook’s lips moved down a couple inches, sliding his tongue over his skin before nipping gently. “okay, now say that without your dick poking my back.”

jungkook laughed again, this time yoongi smiled along with the sound. he felt as jungkook pulled him even closer, kissing his shoulder before pressing his face against yoongi’s back. “my father is going to love the article, yoongi. you didn’t move away from your topic but did a genius job at bringing in different topics to tie in with your main topic. it was beautiful and it was well written.”

“and you’re not just saying that to get your dick wet?” yoongi asked, feeling as jungkook chuckled against his back. 

“of course not, lover. i’ve already told you all of this before we started dating and i’ll keep telling you this no matter what happens between us,” jungkook said without missing a beat. yoongi felt his heart fluttering. he didn’t even know that shit happened. “i believe in you, hyung. i always have and always will. forever and always.”

yoongi scoffed as his cheeks flushed even more, placing his hands over jungkook’s. he sighed, sliding his fingers up and down his arms, smiling to himself. “you cleaned your room,” yoongi said, deciding to change the subject. “it smells decent for once.”

“my room always smells decent,” jungkook replied. “i’ve just been so busy trying to balance working full time and going to school full time that i mishandled my time for a couple months.”

yoongi laughed at that, shaking his head. “just say you’re a slob, jungkook-ah. i promise to judge you.”

jungkook groaned, digging his face more into yoongi’s back, as if that would be the perfect place to hide. “i’m not! i actually have a sensitive nose. it didn’t bother me these last months because i’d just come home and pass out.”

“and you spent most of your free time at my apartment,” yoongi teased, chuckling as he drew circles over jungkook’s tattoos. he looked down at them, smiling to himself. “i’m pretty sure seokjin made you an estimate for all the utilities you used while you were there.”

jungkook hummed, the arms around yoongi starting to loosen. a sign that jungkook was starting to fall asleep. yoongi found him the cutest during this stage. he’ll answer whatever questions you asked him truthfully and cutely, changing his tone to a cutesy voice. 

���why do you care what my father thinks?” jungkook asked, his words slurring together. yoongi chuckled as his fingers continued to move up and down jungkook’s arms, digging his nails slightly into his skin. “i know he’s one of the best editors in seoul but you’ve written for more high ranking editors. why him?”

yoongi smiled to himself, knowing the answer right away. of course yoongi cares what jungkook’s father thinks. yoongi will always care what jungkook’s family thinks of him. he wants to make a good impression on them. he wants them to think highly of yoongi. “do you really have to ask?” he asked. “it’s the same reason why you cleaned your room, why you lit a candle, why you washed your sheets.”

jungkook pulled away from yoongi, startling yoongi. he turned around, finding jungkook’s shocked expression. “you want to fuck him?”

yoongi chortled before laughing, shoving jungkook’s shoulder as he moved away. “no, you idiot!” he laughed, turning to face jungkook. “i want to make a good impression on him. i want him to like me and accept me as your partner.”

jungkook’s shocked expression softened. “they already love you, hyung. what more of a good impression do you want to make? do you want them to call you son-in-law?”

yoongi scoffed loudly, too transparent for his own good. idiot, why would he say something like that? so careless, yoongi might fall in love with him. “look,” yoongi lifted a hand, trying to defend himself. “i just want them to think well of me. and it’s like you said. your father is a well respected editor, if he thinks well of my writings, it would mean a lot to me.”

jungkook smiled as he nodded. he held out his hand, yoongi taking it. jungkook pulled yoongi closer to him again, both of them laying down on the mattress, facing each other. jungkook leaned forward, pressing a kiss to yoongi’s lips. “lover, you’re too transparent for your own good,” he whispered. “they love you so don’t start writing for the pleasure of others. write because you love it, because it brings you pleasure. whatever you write, as long as it’s for you, will be as beautiful as you.”

yoongi let out a shaky sigh, that bloating feeling coming back again. especially now that jungkook was staring at him with those eyes. the patient, kind eyes that makes yoongi want to give jungkook everything. yoongi slid his hand over jungkook’s shoulder before holding the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. 

jungkook kissed him back, his hands sliding over yoongi’s ass, settling around his waist. yoongi kissed him deeper, sliding his tongue into his mouth. he lifted his leg, throwing it over jungkook’s hip, giving them more room to grind their crotches together. jungkook’s hands made their way down to yoongi’s ass, pressing their fronts more against each other. 

yoongi slid his fingers into jungkook’s hair, pulling on his hair slightly, their tongues sliding over each other. their kiss echoed in the room, jungkook pulling yoongi on top of him. yoongi used this change of angle to dip his hips down against jungkook, grinding his hard-on over jungkook’s, giving them both some friction. 

“hyung,” jungkook said, pulling away from their kiss to press his lips against yoongi’s jaw. “you’re so sexy.”

yoongi blushed, despite himself. he tilted his head as jungkook kissed and licked over his skin, yoongi feeling his body warming. “you’re not too bad yourself, prince charming,” yoongi said. jungkook chuckled on his skin, making yoongi shiver at the sensation. 

jungkook’s hands slid around to the front of yoongi’s body, sliding his palm over yoongi’s pulsing erection. “do you want to stop?” jungkook asked chivalrously. yoongi closed his eyes, grinding his hips down against jungkook’s palm. jungkook moved his palm up and down yoongi’s length, applying just the right amount of pressure to make yoongi breathless. 

“no,” yoongi replied. he shook his head, letting out soft sighs as he kept grinding against jungkook’s palm, craving more. “keep going. i’m not - please keep going.”

jungkook sucked hard against yoongi’s shoulder, his tongue coming out to sooth the skin. yoongi’s hands gripped jungkook’s hair, tugging hard on it. “how do you want it, lover? whatever you want,” jungkook kissed up yoongi’s neck, his lips pressing against his air. “you got it, hyung.”

yoongi shivered at jungkook’s voice in his air, only making him more feverish. he opened his eyes, finding jungkook’s eyes on him. he wondered how long jungkook had been staring at him. “i want,” yoongi swallowed. “i want you to - i want to ride your face.”

jungkook’s eyes quirked up, his lips turning up into a smirk. “are you sure, hyung? you didn’t last long the last time we did that.”

yoongi scoffed as he tugged on jungkook’s hair, making the man smirk even wider. “that’s because you insisted on jerking me off while you ate me out. i just - i just wanted to ride you peacefully.”

“peacefully,” jungkook shook his head with a smile, leaning over to kiss yoongi’s nose. “strip for me, hyung. show me what i’ll be feasting on.”

yoongi groaned as he got up on his knees, rolling his eyes as he started unbuckling his jeans. “please never say that again,” he chuckled, slowly pulling down his jeans, giving jungkook the show he wanted. jungkook’s eyes moved up and down his body, licking over his lips as he took in yoongi’s body. yoongi only blushed more as he took off his jeans, throwing them at the end of the bed. “is this what you wanted?”

jungkook chuckled as his hands reached out, sliding his hands over yoongi’s hips, and down over his bare ass. “yeah. ten out of five, hyung,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss yoongi’s lips. “you’re so handsome, hyung. can’t wait to make you feel good.”

yoongi let his hand slide down jungkook’s chest, feeling the edges of his lips turning up into a grin. “hold on, prince. i don’t want to be the only one naked,” he said. his hand slid down jungkook’s abdomen, using his palm to slide over jungkook’s erection. “strip for me, jungkook-ah. show me what i’ll be feasting on.”

jungkook’s cheeks turned pink, making yoongi stop as he took in jungkook’s blushing state. “hyung, you’re so sexy,” jungkook gushed as he looked away shyly. “that was - wow.”

“oh, don’t tell me that line worked on you! it’s so lame and cheesy!” yoongi laughed, leaning back on his elbows to watch jungkook start unbuckling his jeans. jungkook laughed, his smile shining brighter than anything yoongi could think of. for a moment yoongi forgot everything, just staring at jungkook smile. yoongi could only think of one thing - he could love jungkook. 

“you like this?” jungkook asked, gyrating his hips, over exaggerating his movements. yoongi broke out into a giggle, his mind forgetting his last thought. jungkook smiled as he moved over for a kiss. “you ready?”

yoongi hummed, kissing jungkook before smiling at him. “i’m ready,” he whispered. “as long as you don’t fuck me like that. it looked painful.”

“what? don’t like my moves?” jungkook teased, lifting yoongi from the bed, yoongi wrapping his legs around jungkook’s waist, kissing him instead of answering him. 

jungkook smiled into the kiss, his hands squeezing yoongi’s ass, sliding his tongue into the kiss. yoongi moaned softly, feeling jungkook’s erection pressing up against his ass cheeks. 

“how do you want to do this, hyung?” jungkook asked. “whatever you want.”

yoongi nodded, pushing jungkook on his back, his hands sliding under his shirt. jungkook met his gaze, cheeks still sporting a pretty pink. he smiled at yoongi as he waited for an answer or an action, whatever happened first. and it was in that moment that yoongi realized that jungkook not only makes him impatient, childish, and gassy. but jungkook made him happy. he made him feel safe and excited. like no matter what, everything will be okay. 

he also realized that these blushing thoughts were best indulged after the cigarette. 

“like this,” yoongi said, feeling his cheeks warming as he turned around, letting his ass face jungkook. he could feel his entire warming as jungkook’s chest rumbled with a short laugh, his large hands grabbing yoongi’s hips. “and no jerking off! i want - i’m going to last this time.”

jungkook let out a shaky breath through his nose, the air hitting yoongi’s lower back. “you’re so,” jungkook said but his hardened dick finished his sentence, twitching right by yoongi’s hand. yoongi wanted to reach out and touch it. tease the man a little but he resisted. 

“i’m going to move back a little,” yoongi spoke as he moved, jungkook helped guide him to his face. yoongi’s body was warm as jungkook’s large hands grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. “wait until -“ his words were cut off by a loud moan, falling forward as jungkook licked over his hole. 

yoongi snapped his head around, blushing in embarrassment as jungkook gave him a sheepish smile. “i’m sorry!” he said. “it was right there!”

yoongi glared at him but didn’t say anything else, his heart pounding in his ears as he turned away. he swallowed nervously, his hands sliding down jungkook’s chest, his shirt stretching over the tip of his dick. “jungkook?”

“yes?” jungkook asked. “do you want to stop?”

he could love jungkook.

“no, i’m ready,” yoongi nodded at jungkook. jungkook smiled at him before disappearing from his sight. yoongi closed his eyes, gasping slightly as he felt jungkook press open mouth kisses to his ass, his hands kneading over his cheeks. 

“hyung, you spoil me too much,” jungkook said before licking over yoongi’s rim. yoongi moaned softly, arching his back, pushing himself more into jungkook. “letting me eat you out like this, you’re too good to me.”

jungkook spread yoongi more before slipping his tongue past his rim, making yoongi moan as he threw his head back, holding onto jungkook’s hips as he slowly started to build the courage to move his own hips. 

“fuck,” yoongi moaned, digging his nails into jungkook. jungkook licked around yoongi’s hole, sliding his tongue in and out. jungkook’s dick twitched often, the tip leaking pre-cum. yoongi wanted to touch jungkook but waited. if he touched jungkook too early, he won’t be stretched properly. they tried having sex without stretching yoongi properly and it only ended up with yoongi crying. jungkook was bigger than what yoongi was used to so it took yoongi a little longer to stretch enough for it to be pleasurable. at first, yoongi feared that jungkook would avoid sex but jungkook seamed unphased by it. it wasn’t until yoongi talked to jungkook that they had a long, deep conversation with each other. yoongi talked about his feelings and jungkook did too. even told him a story about jungkook’s first time and how his partner had shamed jungkook for ejaculating early. jungkook had been so embarrassed that he did everything he could to last longer, even admitted to edging himself - which is a thought for later - but they all fell apart. jungkook was desperate and embarrassed. he worked hard - believe it or not - to build endurance. jungkook had told yoongi this story, not because it still hurts him, but because he understood where yoongi was coming from. each partner is different. each person is different. jungkook promised to be patient with yoongi as long as yoongi promised the same. and he did. he promised without hesitating. 

he could love jungkook. 

“ah, fuck! yes, just like that,” yoongi moaned louder as he felt jungkook slip his finger in, his tongue moving around as well. yoongi moved his hips, back and forth, thighs trembling as his body burned with pleasure. all of yoongi’s flashbacks and memories pausing as he fucked himself back and forth on jungkook’s fingers. “more, fuck, just like that - jungkook, more!”

jungkook bit yoongi’s cheek, smirking on the skin as he continued to slide his finger in and out of his hole. “you’re so fucking sexy,” jungkook rasped out. “you sound so pretty, hyung. begging for more, cursing for more.”

yoongi opened his eyes, noticing scratch marks on jungkook’s abdomen. he used one hand to trace over the red marks, feeling as jungkook’s muscles twitched underneath his touch. 

“lube,” yoongi’s sentence was cut off by another moan, jungkook biting and sucking marks to the back of his thighs, slapping a hand down to his cheek. “fuck, more fingers! ah, jungkook - please!”

jungkook chuckled as he slipped his fingers out of yoongi, making him groan in frustration. “don’t worry, baby, i’ll make you feel nice.” jungkook patted around the bed until he found the lube, pouring some onto his fingers, and yoongi’s hole. 

yoongi glanced up at jungkook’s dick, neglected, and wet. he licked his lips before moving his body upward, taking in the tip. he let out a loud moan as he felt jungkook slip his fingers straight into his ass, his eyes rolling slightly. 

“fuck, baby, i’m - ah, just like that - ah, your mouth,” jungkook babbled like he always did whenever he got head. yoongi usually found it endearing but his dick was throbbing on his tongue, jungkook’s fingers fucking into him fast that he couldn’t think of anything else. 

he could love jungkook. 

well, almost anything. 

“deeper, baby,” jungkook instructed, which yoongi happily obliged. he slid his tongue around jungkook’s length, closing his eyes before taking him further down his throat. jungkook let out a soft moan, his fingers slowing down before quickly picking back up. yoongi moaned louder and louder as jungkook used another finger to fuck him, inserting his tongue sometimes, stretching yoongi further and further. 

yoongi was grinding his hips at a lost rhythm, too overwhelmed by everything. his neglected dick was moving from his stomach to jungkook’s chest, hardened, and leaking pre-cum. but yoongi didn’t care. he just sucked and fucked his throat and ass on jungkook. just let himself get lost in the pleasure. he needed more. craved more. 

“fuck, baby, keep that up and i could cum like this.”

yoongi blushed as he pulled up to the tip, sucking hard before pulling off completely. jungkook groaned as yoongi started to move away, climbing off jungkook’s body. 

jungkook got up on his elbows, worried eyes meeting yoongi’s darkened gaze. jungkook’s face said enough, always an open book. yoongi smiled softly, taking the hem of his shirt, and taking it off. jungkook’s eyes immediately fell on yoongi’s body, licking his lips. yoongi reached over and took off jungkook’s shirt, keeping his gaze. 

“are you going to fuck me?” yoongi whispered, sliding his hand down jungkook’s chest, all the way to his slicked dick. yoongi slowly jerked him off, making jungkook shudder as he kept yoongi’s gaze. 

jungkook smiled as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to yoongi’s lips. “always so impatient,” he whispered. “i was getting there.”

“said the one who almost came from a blowjob,” yoongi teased, wrapping an arm around jungkook’s neck, kissing him deeply. jungkook’s hands held his waist, swinging yoongi slowly until he was laying on the bed. the bed frame creaked, making both men smile at the familiar sound. 

“not just a blowjob,” jungkook said, holding himself over yoongi. he used his knee to spread yoongi’s legs, the man getting the clue, and wrapping them around jungkook’s waist, the anticipation building. “i was eating the juiciest peach.”

yoongi laughed, rolling his eyes, despite feeling his dick twitch. he was painfully hard but he was euphoric. he could cum just from hearing jungkook squirt more lube onto him. “you’re an idiot, i told you those lines don’t work on me,” he said. but they both knew that those cheesy lines were what got jungkook a date with yoongi. 

jungkook leaned down, kissing yoongi again before guiding himself between yoongi’s cheeks. yoongi gasped as jungkook slipped the

himself in, his legs tightening. “tell me when to move, baby,” jungkook whispered into yoongi’s ear, treating this part with gentleness ever since their impatient night. 

yoongi closed his eyes, turning his face into jungkook’s neck, smelling his cologne and favorite candy. yoongi hugged his chest, pressing a kiss onto his skin before nodding. “move,” yoongi whispered. 

jungkook let one of his hands hold yoongi’s waist before fucking into him.  yoongi gasped as he felt jungkook deep inside him, so full and so hard. yoongi moaned louder and louder, not holding back as jungkook thrust deeper and deeper into him. 

“yes, just like - ah, jungkook!” yoongi cried out, closing his eyes as he burrowed his face into jungkook’s scent, overwhelming himself with everything. 

with jungkook’s fucking, with jungkook’s smell, with jungkook’s touch - it was all building inside him, making yoongi feel warm and wanted. he was happy. he was in love. 

“fuck, hyung, you feel so good,” jungkook said as he lifted one of yoongi’s legs over his shoulder. “you always feel so good. baby, i could fuck you all day.”

yoongi laughed breathlessly because no, he wouldn’t and couldn’t. jungkook always fell asleep after the first round and if - by energy drink - they make it past the first round, they only go to the fourth round. but jungkook has a serious face that yoongi finds adorable. 

“what? don’t believe me?” jungkook laughed as lifted yoongi’s other leg, physically pulling yoongi’s body up and down the bed, thrusting deeper into him. yoongi moaned louder as the bed creaked, jungkook reaching forward and grabbing yoongi’s dick. “i’ll do it for you, baby. i’d do anything for you. as long as you feel good.”

yoongi whimpered as his dick twitched in jungkook’s hand. “close,” yoongi replied, “i’m going to cum.”

“yeah? cum for me, hyung. let me see how stunning you look.”

“fuck, jungkook,” yoongi gasped as he came all over jungkook’s hand, head thrown back. jungkook kept fucking into him, the bed hitting against the wall until he stopped. 

jungkook came inside yoongi, both men panting over each other. jungkook laughed breathlessly, yoongi opening his eyes to look at him. 

“this is why we could never study together,” jungkook said with a smile. his hands slowly moved over yoongi’s bare thighs. “you’re so beautiful, lover. you know that?”

yoongi smiled softly at him, this part always his favorite. after the buildup, after the sexy fog - this was yoongi’s favorite moment. it was just the two of them. just smiling like idiots at each other. 

“you’re just saying that because i let you eat my ass,” yoongi teased, sliding his hand up and down jungkook’s biceps. “thank you for your hard work.”

jungkook laughed as he shook his head. he leaned down to kiss yoongi, their lips melding perfectly. yoongi closed his eyes, feeling the word on the tip of his tongue. 

he could love jungkook. 

no, he did love jungkook. 

he loves jungkook. 

writer’s note thank you so much for reading! i wanted to post this one first but i couldn’t find the picture in my deleted folders and it was just a moment, really. hehe. thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed. stay safe!

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until the gravity's too much

genre smut, exes, getting back together, time skips pairing jimin + yoongi word count 6826 words warnings frotting, light angst summary yoongi looked away from jimin, not liking the tone in jimin’s voice - almost wishful. as if he was alluding to a possibility that didn’t exist. yoongi didn’t like it. he didn’t want that hope - did he? read on ao3

the chain broke that morning, allowing the golden locket to fall on the ground, rolling until it stopped beside his bed, unannounced to yoongi - who had been running around his apartment putting everything away. 

“i’m fine, mother,” yoongi said, using his shoulder to hold the phone up to his ear. he half listened as she went on and on about taking a bath to relax the muscles, eating a big meal, and checking for bugs in his equipment. 

it’s not that yoongi doesn’t appreciate her concerns because he does. he loves his mother for being the first to call him - right outside of his apartment, almost as if she knew when he had arrived. she calls it mother’s intuition, yoongi calls it secret cameras - but he digresses. intuition or not, yoongi really does appreciate the concern. he finds it sweet of her. 

it’s just that yoongi has spent two weeks in the forest, camping and fishing. and all he wants to do is unpack and fall asleep. that’s all. but his mother continues to talk his ear off, giving yoongi all the gossip that he’s missed for the past two weeks. about her neighbors fighting over the coffee mug, about hoseok getting another tattoo, about the water leak in her room, and about his father taking too long to fix the leak. 

yoongi hums along, grabbing his backpack, and starting to get everything out. he frowned as he found that one of his acorns had been squished to pieces. 

“i also need to talk to you about a certain dumper, someone called nimij,” his mother said, ever so subtle. 

yoongi chuckled softly, brushing all the broken pieces into his palm, and walking over to the trash can. “you can say his name, mother. it’s not a bad omen,” yoongi said as he shook his head. 

“i don’t like saying his name, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. especially after he broke your heart! i still can’t believe it! you gave that boy the best four years of your life and he just leaves you!” his mother exclaimed, her voice getting higher and higher.

yoongi smiles to himself, walking back to his backpack, and taking out the rest of his things. a laptop, a laptop charger, his phone charger, a metal water bottle. “it’s not his fault, mom. jimin wanted more than what i could give him,” he said softly. “all i could give him was a golden locket. a golden locket isn’t an engagement ring.”

“it might as well be!” his mother huffed. “if nimij could only be more patient with you. if he could - i don’t know. if he could’ve waited a few more months, you two would be engaged with golden lockets.”

yoongi laughed at that because yoongi had thought the same thing two weeks ago. but not anymore. after spending two weeks with no one’s company but his own, yoongi learned that - no. jimin didn’t have to wait for anyone, nor did yoongi. love isn’t about slowing down or going faster, love is about finding someone going the same speed as you are - that’s love. no matter how hard yoongi tried to catch up or how hard jimin tried to slow down, they just weren’t going at the same speed, and that eventually led them both to break up.

“i’m fine, mother, i really am. i went out, cleared my head, and now i’m ready to take on the world,” yoongi said, smiling at his own optimistic words. “really, mom. i appreciate all the concern but i’m fine. you can say his name, i promise it won’t hurt me.”

his mother let out an exasperated sigh. “fine,” she said. “but what about me? how will i heal from the heartbreak he caused me? i was ready to accept him into my family. he helped me pick out the shower curtains in my bathroom! every time i shower, i think of him!”

“i don’t know what to tell you, mother,” yoongi opened up his laptop, waiting for the screen to turn on before checking how much battery it had left. “all i can say is that time heals all wounds, isn’t that what you always told me?”

“please,” his mother scoffed. “that was all a bunch of lies! time does not heal all wounds. look at me. it’s been six months and i’m still hurting.”

yoongi shook his head, even if his mother couldn’t see him. he saw that his laptop had enough battery and took it with him to his bedroom. “how about i stop by next week and help you with those open wounds, hm? i’ll take you to buy new shower curtains.”

his mother laughed, the sound making yoongi smiled as he sat down on his bed, setting his laptop in front of him. “you know i love you, right, yoongs? i’m happy you’re safe and sound in your apartment, i hated knowing you were in a forest all by yourself.”

yoongi hummed, remembering how much she had begged him not to go. but the trip did yoongi the good that he had been hoping. yoongi was able to organize his thoughts and put to rest the burden that he’d been carrying around. the burden of a complicated break up.

“i’m safe, mom, i promise. i love you. i’ll see you next week,” he said, hanging up, and throwing his phone aside. he moved his finger over the mousepad, bringing his laptop back to life. he clicked on his files, scrolling until he found his ‘photos’ folder. he double clicked, tapping his fingers on the side of his laptop as he waited for the folder to load all the pictures.

yoongi looked away from the screen, his eyes trailing towards his backpack, which he’d left in the kitchen. he frowned, not remembering if he moved all the photos from his memory card to his laptop. he remembers starting the task back at the campsite but then the rain started, making him run for cover. 

he turned back to the screen, double clicking the small preview of the picture, and leaning back. he smiled at the photo of a squirrel, eating one of the nuts he’d laid out earlier that morning. it’s cheeks were full of nuts, not bothering to leave some for others. yoongi admired that level of unbotherness and selfishness. the squirrel knew what it wanted and took it. yoongi thought of what he thought the first time he saw the picture - he wished he could be like the squirrel. maybe if he didn’t overthink situations, his life would be different.

it occurred to him then.

his mother never told him what she wanted to tell him about jimin.

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“one americano, please. iced,” yoongi said, taking out his wallet.

“i’ll pay for him,” said someone. yoongi lifted his head, feeling his fingers twitch when he saw that jimin was standing next to him. “and i’ll get one iced americano, too, please.”

the barista nodded, taking jimin’s card, then handing it back to him. the barista said something about six minutes but yoongi stopped paying attention. his eyes were on jimin, taking in the sight. jimin, slightly taller than yoongi, looked far different than the jimin from six months. he was slimmer, toner, taller, sexier. his eyes were sharp and daring. he exuded confidence, something he always had, but finally got the hang of. jimin was - he was finally grown up, yoongi thought as his sharp eyes turned to meet yoongi’s.

“long time no see, hyung,” jimin said as he slipped his wallet back into his jacket pocket. yoongi swallowed nervously, taking a step back as he nodded slowly. “hope you don’t mind me paying for your coffee.”

yoongi shook his head. “no, of course not. thank you,” he said. “how - when did you get back?”

jimin kept his hands in his pocket, his lips turning up into a small smile. “just yesterday,” he said. “i ran into your mother, she didn’t tell you?”

“she tried but i might’ve cut her off unintentionally,” yoongi chuckled softly. “how was - how was paris?”

“beautiful,” jimin smiled, his smile reminding yoongi of something but he wasn’t sure what, nor did he want to remember. “should we sit? i think it’ll take a while. they’re a little behind orders.”

yoongi nodded, trying to get himself together, but jimin was escorting him to a table, his hand gently placed on yoongi’s lower back. yoongi felt his cheeks warming, not sure if he should push away his hand or not.

“so paris was beautiful?” yoongi asked as he sat down, watching as jimin did the same. jimin shook off his denim jacket. yoongi noticed some tattoos on both jimin’s wrists, silver jewelry hanging from his wrists as well.

“it was everything i wanted and more,” jimin laughed, his hand digging into his denim jacket, the same pocket as his wallet, and took out his phone. yoongi swallowed before leaning into the table, jimin doing the same. “this is a picture of taehyung in front of the eiffel tower. taehyung - he blended well with everyone. it was like he was born to live there!”

taehyung smiled at the camera, looking the same from six months ago. yoongi chuckled as he looked down at the picture, finding it endearing that the two of them were still the same. even if jimin looked different, way different.

“this one was a couple months ago,” jimin swiped left, yoongi looking down at a picture of jimin and taehyung’s reflection on a puddle. yoongi noticed a third man, not recognizing him at first. but as jimin continued to show yoongi some scenic photos, yoongi remembered who the man was. it was jungkook. jimin’s boyfriend. “i wanted to send you these photos for a while. just so you know that i’m doing okay but i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.”

yoogi lifted his head, his body stiffening when he noticed how close jimin was. “i - i told you, jimin-ah. you could reach out whenever you wanted, we’re friends.” he met jimin’s eyes, only noticing then that jimin had colored contacts on. “i meant that, you know.”

jimin smiled softly, looking away from yoongi, swiping through his pictures. “i know you said that but everyone says that. you say that when you don’t want to hurt the other person back,” he put his phone down. “but meaning it is a different thing.”

“i mean it,” yoongi said, trying to make his voice more sterning but he noticed the picture jimin stopped at. it was a picture of yoongi’s. the very first scenic picture that yoongi ever sent jimin, long before they started dating. it was a picture from yoongi’s trip to nepal, the beautiful snow covered mountains.

yoongi stared at jimin’s profile, wondering why he had stopped on that picture. what was jimin trying to tell him? was it pure coincidence?

“glad to hear that,” jimin smiled down at his phone, locking it before meeting yoongi’s gaze again. yoongi clenched his jaw, acutely aware of how close they were leaning, and yet - he couldn’t find the strength to move away. why? why was he acting so hypocritical? he was better. he moved on. he spent two weeks away to come to terms with this sadness, this longing. how was it fair that all it took was a smile from jimin to get those feelings all back at once?

“i went camping,” yoongi said suddenly, using the last bit of strength to lean back against his chair. “i borrowed namjoon’s RV and drove to the middle of a forest.”

jimin leaned back slowly, almost unwillingly, but maybe yoongi saw what he wanted. “really?” he said, unconvinced. “you without internet? seems kind of hard to believe.”

yoongi chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “i know, right? it was hard but it helped a lot. i was having a mental block, it was rather impulsive.”

jimin nodded, crossing his arms, his lips forming a sweet smile. “i bet you regretted that impulsivity a few minutes after arriving.”

“try a few seconds,” yoongi replied, making jimin laugh. he wasn’t sure why but he was happy jimin’s laugh was still the same. “it was terrible but then it got better. almost like a lot of things.”

jimin stared at yoongi, smiling softly. “yeah, i think i know what you mean,” he said. “i’m glad you went camping, hyung. i know it was on your bucket list.”

yoongi nodded, fiddling with his thumbs as he blushed. he didn’t know jimin still remembered. yoongi was fresh out of high school when he made it. “i don’t know what i was thinking.”

jimin giggled, shaking his head as he looked away from yoongi’s gaze, and towards the window. “you would’ve liked paris,” he said softly. “there’s a lot of secret corners of paris that you would’ve liked.”

yoongi looked away from jimin, not liking the tone in jimin’s voice - almost wishful. as if he was alluding to a possibility that didn’t exist. yoongi didn’t like it. he didn’t want that hope - did he? “i’m sure,” he said. “but then again, i don’t like flying.”

“that’s true,” jimin chuckled, turning back towards yoongi. “what else did you do before getting lost in a forest?”

yoongi smiled slightly, shrugging. “just worked, mostly. i visited my mother quite a lot,” he said, not remembering much. the past six months just seemed to pass by. “hoseok got another tattoo.”

jimin’s eyes widened. “no way! did your mother scold him again?”

“i’m not sure but by the way she told me, i have a feeling she might’ve,” he chuckled. “i think if he gets one more, she’ll definitely kick him out.”

jimin laughed, using his hand to cover his smile, a habit that he got around their second year of dating. it was cute then and it was cute now. “poor hoseok,” he said. 

“she’d scold you too,” yoongi said, gesturing towards jimin’s wrist tattoos. “didn’t she tell you not to follow in hoseok’s footsteps?”

jimin caressed over one of his wrists, laughing softly now. “i’m sure she’d do more than just scold me,” he said, lowering his head. “she hates me, doesn’t she?”

“of course not,” yoongi said, shaking his head. “she still cares about you, jimin. we both do.”

jimin chuckled, leaning his cheek against his palm, his eyes not meeting yoongi’s. “please,” he scoffed slightly. “when i ran into her yesterday, she didn’t meet my eyes. i don’t blame her, of course. it just - i don’t know. it caught me off guard.”

“she still cares, jimin. i promise,” yoongi said, his hands twitching to grab jimin’s but he stopped himself before he reached forward. “don’t worry about it.”

“two iced americanos!” the barista called out.

“i’ll be right back,” jimin smiled, getting up from his seat, and walking over. yoongi let out a shaky breath, hiding his hands underneath the table, just in case he gets another urge. jimin had a boyfriend. jimin was dating jungkook. jungkook. “here you go, hyung.”

jimin slid back into his chair, handing yoongi a straw. “do you,” jimin hesitated, making yoongi look up at him. jimin met his gaze. “do you have somewhere to be, hyung? can you stay and talk some more?”

yoongi shook his head, taking the straw from jimin. “i can stay.”

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“what about this one?”

yoongi snapped out of his thoughts, turning to look at his mother. “what?”

his mother turned to fully look at him, eyebrows furrowing. “i asked you if i should get the purple. honey, are you okay? you’ve been spacing out all day. do you need to sit down?”

yoongi shook his head, not sure if he should tell her or not. but then again, what was there to tell her? all they did was talk. they talked for a few hours - or until the coffee shop closed. “no, i’m sorry, i’m still a little tired from my trip,” he lied, looking away, guilt quickly settling in his chest. “i think purple is fine, mother.”

his mother sighed as she turned to look at the shower curtain, frowning as she shook her head. “i don’t know, this shade is somewhat similar to the one jimin picked out.”

yoongi hummed, not really remembering the shade, but then again, he wasn’t with them when they bought it. if yoongi remembers correctly, he was away for work. “i’m sure we can find another shade, mother,” he said. “let’s just keep looking.”

“i’ll just go with this one,” his mother grabbed the red one she’d thrown aside a couple minutes ago. “that way you can tell me what’s eating you inside.��

yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, turning to look at her. “what?”

“why do you keep questioning my mother’s intuition?” she said, inserting her arm through yoongi’s. “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

yoongi sighed, guessing it must be intuition afterall. but does mother intuition really explain how his mother knows everything? there must be something else, something that yoongi isn’t thinking of. like telling his mother about his long talk with jimin, that’s something he’s not thinking about.

“nothing is eating at me, mother,” yoongi said, looking away from his mother. he spotted some pretty blankets, pointing at them immediately. “let’s look at those blankets! i think father needs some!”

his mother let yoongi drag him towards the blankets, her eyebrows furrowing as he questioned yoongi’s odd behavior. he really doesn’t blame her. he really wasn’t selling his ‘nothing is wrong’ behavior with his change of subjects but he can’t help it. he really doesn’t want to talk about it. not yet. he wants to let it marinate a little bit more.

“oh my,” his mother quickly turned to look at yoongi. “you ran into jimin, didn’t you!”

yoongi felt his cheeks blush instantly, his secret out. though it didn’t marinate long enough to become a secret. “i didn’t! i just - we just - it wasn’t - are you sure you don’t want to get the purple shower curtains because they were half-off.” 

his mother crossed her arms, giving him the same look she’s been giving him since he was little, the same look she’d give him whenever she knew he was lying. “what happened? did you fight?”

yoongi shook his head, sliding his fingers over the blanket, watching as it changed from light to dark. “no,” he said softly. “we talked.”

“you talked? what else do you two have to say?” his mother asked. “i thought you talked it all out the day he broke your heart.”

yoongi continued moving his hand over the blanket, nodding as he avoided meeting her gaze. “we did talk it all out that day. but it’s been six months, mother. there was a lot more to talk about. i don’t know, it was like - i don’t know. i can’t really explain it. it was like i was talking to a whole different person! for once, we were talking and listening to each other. it felt - i felt - i don’t know. it felt different.”

his mother sighed as she shook her head. “isn’t he with that one boy? what’s his name?”

“jungkook. and i’m not sure,” yoongi looked up to look at his mother, finding her disappointed look, the same look she gave him when yoongi decided to dye his hair green. “honestly? i don’t care. i always loved jimin as a friend, it felt like it did in the beginning. we were just two old friends catching up. i can’t really explain it.”

“oh, honey,” she fixed yoongi’s hair, sighing softly. “you still like him, don’t you?”

yoongi opened his mouth to defend himself but he found himself speechless. why didn’t he disagree? why couldn’t he disagree? “i don’t know,” he said instead. “i don’t know what i feel now that we’re not in the same place. i don’t know, mother. but i do know that i want to take my time with this rekindled friendship.”

his mother smiled, nodding as she patted yoongi’s back. “okay, okay. i’m sorry for making you pour your heart out in front of the discount blankets. let’s go to check-out and find something to eat. i’m starving.”

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“fishing or hitchhiking? pick fast, i’m booking airline tickets,” yoongi said, looking up at hoseok and seokjin. 

seokjin rolled his eyes, smiling as he continued trimming hoseok’s hair. “you’re not escaping again, yoongi. you’re a big boy, now. mommy’s not going to hold your hand anymore.”

yoongi scoffed as he scrolled through the ticket prices page, frowning at the inflated prices. “i’m not escaping, i’m soul-finding. maybe it went fishing in alaska, maybe it went hitchhiking in seoul. we never know!”

hoseok laughed as he gave yoongi a look, the look eerily similar to his mother’s. “you seemed at peace when you came back from camping. you ran into jimin one time, hyung. there’s not guarantee that it’ll happen again.”

“i’m having lunch with him,” yoongi said, making hoseok’s jaw drop. “and taehyung.”

“what!” seokjin squealed. “how could you do something so stupid!”

“we see our exes once a year, hyung. once! and then we get over them, forget that they exist! that’s our rule of sanity!”

yoongi winced at their yelling, closing his laptop with a sigh. “i know, i know. and usually, i would argue that it’s a good rule but this is jimin we’re talking about.”

“which is why you need to tread carefully,” seokjin said. “jimin is your quicksand, yoongi. let’s face it. jimin has and always will mean a lot to you. one fast movement and you start falling into him. you need to be careful.”

yoongi sighed as he crossed his arms, looking away from his friends. “he still has the picture from nepal,” he whispered, mostly for himself to hear. “that has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

“yeah. it means that he likes scenic photos, what else is new?”

“what if he brings jungkook?” hoseok asked, braver than anyone else in the room. yoongi turned to look at hoseok. hoseok kept his gaze, far more braver than yoongi wanted him to be. he didn’t want to hear this, did he? “what will you do?”

“i don’t know,” yoongi said honestly. “i’m not going into this as blind as you both think. i know what i’m risking but - i just - i don’t know. he stopped on the nepal picture, he could’ve stopped on any picture, but he stopped there. it has to mean something!”

seokjin turned away from yoongi. “does it mean something or do you want it to mean something? we’re not saying all of this just to make you feel bad, yoongi. we both know your heart is as pure as they come. but this is jimin - he’s always had more weight on you than anyone i’ve met. will you be okay if this doesn’t end the way you want it to end?”

“it’s treacherous, i know that, hyung. but i’m not going in blindly. i really did miss being friends with him,” jimin said. “maybe it’ll work out, maybe it won’t. if all fails, i can always go to alaska.”

seokjin laughed as he started to style hoseok’s new hair. “hoseok-ah, i think our little yoongi is all grown up.”

yoongi rolled his eyes, smiling as he shook his head. hoseok laughed, teasing yoongi.

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yoongi swallowed nervously, trying not to think of hoseok’s question. what if he brings jungkook? he wouldn’t, would he? fuck, maybe yoongi really was kidding himself. this lunch was a bad idea. he couldn’t do this. this was going against everything yoongi promised himself two weeks ago. he reached up to touch his pendant, a habit he’s gotten of doing whenever he thought - when he noticed it wasn’t there. yoongi frowned, looking down at himself. the golden chain and pendant no longer where they’ve been for the past four years.

yoongi quickly looked around, his heart beating fast. how long ago did it break and where? he dug into his pockets, maybe it was there. nothing. had it broken back at his mother’s house? why didn’t he notice before?

“yoongi hyung!” 

he looked up to find taehyung running towards him, jimin walking behind. yoongi smiled as taehyung crashed into him, the younger man hugging him tightly. “hey tae,” yoongi laughed as he hugged him back. “long time no see.”

taehyung pulled away with pouty lips, eyes glistening. “you’re telling me! i had to stay away for six months because of jimin! let’s never break up again!”

yoongi laughed as he rubbed taehyung’s back, glancing over at jimin. “is he still jet lagged?” he asked as jimin walked up to them. yoongi swallowed as he noticed how well dressed jimin was. he looked like a model, smelled like one too.

jimin laughed as he nodded. “majorly jet lagged. he fell asleep on the taxi ride here,” he said. “i’m sorry for his future emotional outbursts.”

“i’m not!” taehyung said, wrapping both of his arms around jimin and yoongi. “let’s go to lunch!”

“taehyung, we should ask hyung what he wants to eat,” jimin said, stopping them from walking ahead. jimin looked at yoongi. “did you have a place in mind?”

yoongi shook his head. “not really, we can eat anywhere.”

“i want dumplings, let’s go to bonsai!” taehyung exclaimed, pulling the two men along. taehyung turned to look at yoongi. “is it true you went camping in a forest?”

yoongi chuckled, glancing over at jimin. “i’m guessing jimin already told you?” he teased, making jimin smile as he looked away from them. “but yeah, i did. for two weeks. i borrowed namjoon’s RV.”

taehyung hummed, nodding as he smiled at yoongi. “i’ve heard that being isolated like that makes you learn a couple new things about yourself. did you learn anything, hyung?”

yoongi avoided looking at jimin. “a couple of things,” he said. “i think i’m learning more about myself this week.”

taehyung chuckled as he nodded. “we did a lot of learning in paris, didn’t we, jimin?” he said, his voice sounding teasing. yoongi glanced over at jimin. “a lot of epiphanies.”

“tae,” jimin mumbled. “drop it.”

“how far is bonsai?” yoongi asked, shifting taehyung’s attention back to him. “i’ve never been there. is it new?”

taehyung nodded, quickly falling back into conversation with yoongi. all the while, yoongi kept glancing over at jimin, who stayed quiet the whole walk to the restaurant. yoongi wondered what taehyung meant but didn’t press anyone. the less he knew, the better.

“i should go wash my hands as we wait,” taehyung said, getting up from his seat, and leaving the two alone.

jimin sighed as he picked up the menu, flipping through it. “order whatever you want, hyung. we’ll pay for your meal today.” he lifted his head to look at yoongi. “and don’t even think about buying cheap!”

yoongi chuckled, flipping through his own menu. “are you sure? you paid for my coffee last time.”

jimin nodded, smiling softly. “i’m sure, hyung. we wanted to invite you to lunch for a long time. taehyung really did miss you. he kept saying how much he wished you were in paris with us.”

“really? i’m sure jungkook didn’t like hearing that,” yoongi said, glancing up at jimin. jimin’s smile faltered for a second. “sorry, i shouldn’t have - i’m sorry. you don’t have to respond to that.”

jimin met yoongi’s gaze, making yoongi stiffen. “why are you apologizing?” jimin asked. “you don’t have anything to apologize for, hyung.”

“i know, it’s just,” yoongi didn’t finish his sentence, not sure what to say. jimin chuckled as he looked back down at his menu.

“you’re too nice, hyung. i’m happy that hasn’t changed,” jimin said. yoongi looked up at jimin, not sure what he meant by that. 

yoongi swallowed before mustering the courage to ask. the less you know, the less you know. “jimin, is jungkook okay with us talking?” the less you know, the better.

jimin furrowed his eyebrows before looking back at yoongi. “what?” he asked. 

“is jungkook okay with us talking and eating lunch? i don’t - i don’t want to cause a fight or anything.”

jimin chuckled as he closed his menu, pressing his lips together. yoongi clenched his jaw, preparing himself. “i guess you wouldn’t know,” he said softly. “i’m not dating jungkook, anymore. we broke up.”

“what?”

“he stayed in paris, i came back home.”

yoongi didn’t like it, the small sense of hope building in himself. “oh,” he said. “i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not,” jimin laughed slightly, looking away from yoongi. “you don’t have to be sorry, hyung. this wasn’t - it wasn’t your fault.”

“no, i am sorry. you deserve to be happy, jimin. even if it’s not with me, i want you to be happy.”

jimin smiled softly. “that’s the same thing you told me that night.” jimin turned to look at yoongi, his eyes glistening with tears. “do you still mean it?”

yoongi nodded, his hands twitching to touch jimin again. this time he almost let himself reach over the table. almost. “of course i do,” he said. “what is it with you doubting my words, huh? you deserve to be happy and have a friend in me, jimin-ah. you should know that by now.”

jimin laughed as a tear fell down his cheek, quickly wiping it away. “thanks, hyung. that - that means a lot to me.”

yoongi nodded. “of course. hey, maybe one day, you can come camping with me.”

jimin laughed even harder, turning to look at yoongi. “what? fuck no.”

“oh, come on. it’ll be fun. we can even bring taehyung along if you want.”

jimin smiled as he bit his bottom lip, thinking it over. yoongi smiled softly. “deal,” he said. “only if you promise to come to paris with us one day.”

“deal.” jimin is your quicksand. jimin is my quicksand. but as jimin smiled at him, yoongi couldn’t be more than okay with that.

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“that’s not it,” jimin laughed as he shook his head. “i’m telling you that i studied constellations before coming and that is not orion's belt!”

yoongi grabbed jimin’s pointing finger, moving it a little more to the left. “that one, i meant that one. angel face, that’s orion's belt!” he slowly moved jimin’s hand down towards the other constellation. “that’s rigel.”

jimin turned to look at yoongi, yoongi doing the same, causing their faces to meet. “did you just call me angel face?” he said, his lips turning up into a smile.

“maybe,” yoongi quickly let go of jimin’s hand, feeling his cheeks warm up as he turned back to the sky. “just look at the stars.”

jimin laughed as he sat up, looking down at yoongi. “why look at the stars when i can watch you squirm!”

“i’m cold, are you cold? maybe we should add more wood to our fire,” yoongi said, getting up from the blanket they had been laying down on. “i wonder where the axe is.”

“where are you going! don’t be a coward, mr. min. just admit that you called me angel face!” jimin giggled, watching as yoongi walked around their campsite. “why are you looking for wood? aren’t we sleeping inside the RV?”

yoongi shook his head, avoiding jimin’s gaze. “not tonight, we’re almost out of gas. we should sleep in the tent tonight.” he looked around the campsite. “i’ll get the tent ready.”

“coward!”

“angel face!” yoongi called as he stepped into the tents, hearing jimin laugh outside. he blushed as he started preparing the inside of the tent, not forgetting to bring an extra blanket inside. 

jimin giggled as he stepped inside, shaking around some hand warmers. “here,” he said as he handed on to yoongi. “this will keep us warm tonight.”

“thanks. i remembered to bring the extra blanket tonight,” yoongi said. jimin smiled as he sat down on his own cot. 

“good, that’s good. although cuddling was always an option,” jimin smiled teasingly, making yoongi turn away from him. 

yoongi held the hand warmers to his face, sighing. “it’s our last night,” yoongi said. “somehow our week adventures came to an end.”

jimin hummed as he watched yoongi get his cot ready for the night. “we could always stay another week,” he said. yoongi scoffed as he gave jimin a look. “fine. two weeks.”

“you’re cute,” yoongi said as he sat down on his cot, opposite to where jimin was sitting. “i have work and you have university.”

jimin smiled as he looked down at his hands. “hyung?”

“we’re not staying three weeks, jimin. it’s tempting, really, it is. i am not looking forward to photographing another wedding. the brides always have some smart remark about my pictures and the groom thinks he knows about cameras - which they hardly ever do! it’s horrible and i’m already exhausted. which is why i was really happy when you called,” yoongi chuckled as he kept his eyes on jimin’s fiddling fingers. “after our lunch, i didn’t think i’d hear from you again. i’m happy to be here.”

jimin lifted his head. “hyung!”

“what is it?”

jimin jumped off the cot, walking straight at yoongi, making the man flinch back. jimin’s sharp eyes kept yoongi’s. “i like you,” jimin said, standing right in front of him. “i like you, hyung. the past two months, i’ve tried to get over you, but i can’t. i like you.”

yoongi swallowed his words, eyes just widening at jimin’s sudden confession. how did - woah. yoongi could feel himself warming up, cheeks flushing, neck warming. jimin liked him. fuck. “you like me?” he asked, using his finger to point at himself. “but you - jimin. you broke up with me.”

jimin let out an exasperated sigh, sitting down next to yoongi. “i know, hyung. and honestly, i don’t regret it.”

“ouch, thanks!”

jimin smiled slightly. “no, i mean, it hurt. it hurt me deep, hyung. i was - am - in love with you. but we wanted different things. you wanted less and i wanted more. we were both running at different speeds that we never noticed when we ran past each other.” jimin reached out to grab yoongi’s hand, holding his gaze. “i don’t regret breaking up because it gave us time to catch up to each other. don’t - don’t you feel it?”

yoongi opened his mouth but his words were stuck to his chest. he wanted to say something but he felt frozen by jimin’s touch. so many months yearning to be touched by jimin again. so many cold, lonely nights. yoongi had so much to tell jimin but he panicked. 

it’s been nine months since their breakup but there are days where the wound still feels fresh. four years of dating. it would take a long time to heal but yoongi hadn’t done anything to heal - not until he ran into jimin again. yoongi wanted to try again. fuck, he really wanted to. but if they didn’t work the first time, what guarantee did they have for the second time? 

“oh, you don’t feel - i see,” jimin instantly dropped his hand, getting up from the cot. yoongi looked at him. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to assume that - fuck, hyung, i’m so sorry.”

“jimin, it’s - fuck, just let me - it’s a lot to process,” he said and it was. yoongi was scared, no. he was terrified. why was he so terrified? jimin was right. yoongi felt it too. he felt them finally going at the same speed. felt their synchronicity. so why was he scared?

“no, it’s fine. i had time to think about it and you should too,” jimin shook his head. “i’m sorry. i’ll just-“

“i like you too,” yoongi said, letting go of that fear building inside him. nine months of fear slowly leaving him. jimin met yoongi’s gaze, eyes glistening. “fuck, i love you, jimin-ah. i always will. but i’m scared. i’m scared that we won’t make it, scared that you’ll hurt me, scared that i’ll hurt you. i’m terrified.”

jimin nodded, reaching into his shirt, and taking out his golden locket. “i still wear this,” jimin said softly. “i’ve worn it ever since you gave it to me. it gives me the strength to act like a fool and ask you for a second chance. whether that’s today or six years from today, i don’t care, hyung. i’m ready, just tell me when to run.”

yoongi chuckled as he reached up to wipe away jimin’s tears. “look at you,” yoongi whispered. “all grown up.”

jimin smiled as he rolled his eyes playfully. “shut up,” he sniffled. 

“i love you,” yoongi said, using his thumb to caress jimin’s cheek. “i really do, angel face.”

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“i don’t think that’s wise,” jimin said, taking his lollipop out of his mouth and using it to point at yoongi’s outfit. “your shirt clashes with your belt. don’t you know how to dress?”

yoongi frowned at him, looking at himself in his hallway mirror. “what’s wrong with my shirt? i think it looks good.”

“trust me, hyung. you’ll thank me for stepping in. where’s your closet?” jimin asked, putting the candy back into his mouth, and getting up from the chair. yoongi gestured towards the bedroom, frowning as he gave himself another look. 

shit, maybe he should change. he’s starting to dress like his father. yoongi sighed, making his way into his bedroom when he heard jimin cry out in pain. 

“jimin?” yoongi called out, running into his bedroom, looking around until he found jimin on the bed, holding his foot. “hey, what happened, are you okay?”

jimin shook his head, eyes stained with tears. “i stepped on something and it fucking hurt!” he pouted cutely. “made me drop my lollipop.”

yoongi chuckled as he picked up the candy, handing it to jimin. jimin pouted even more, making yoongi laugh as he went to his kitchen to throw it away. he grabbed some ice and poured it into a bag, wondering what could’ve hurt jimin. yoongi usually does his best to vacuum. 

“here, let’s ice your foot,” yoongi said, handing jimin the bag of ice. jimin sighed as he placed it on the bottom of his feet, pout in place, eyelashes stuck together by his tears. he looked pretty. “i’m sorry about your foot. i usually do a good job at being clean.”

yoongi bent over to look around his bed, eyebrows furrowing when he noticed something on the floor. he reached over to grab it, chuckling when he recognized what it was. 

“here,” yoongi said, handing the golden locket to jimin. “this is what you stepped on.”

jimin looked down at the locket. “you know, hyung. if you wanted to return my confession from weeks ago, you could’ve just said something,” he sniffled. “didn’t have to make me step into it.”

yoongi laughed, reaching up to wipe away jimin’s tears. “i’m sorry, angel face,” he said softly. 

“do you?” jimin asked. “do you return my confession?”

yoongi smiled, leaning forward until their lips came together, not enough to kiss, but enough to feel each other’s touch. “if i kiss you, will that answer your question?”

jimin smiled as he looked down at yoongi’s lips. “i don’t know, why don’t you try it and see.”

“sly man,” yoongi chuckled before closing off their distance. jimin inhaled through his nose, moving closer to yoongi. yoongi’s hands slid down the sides of jimin’s frame, tongue sliding into their kiss as he pulled jimin onto his lap. 

jimin moaned softly, sliding his fingers into yoongi’s hair, tugging yoongi’s head back as he deepened their kiss. yoongi felt lightheaded. how many times had he dreamt of this. of kissing jimin again, of touching jimin again. 

part of his mind was screaming at himself for waiting so long, while the other half thanked him - it was worth the wait. 

jimin grinding his hips, moaning into his mouth as yoongi groped his ass, their tongues mixing together. it all felt euphoric, nostalgic, and magical.

yoongi’s fingers moved on their own, unbuckling jimin’s jeans, sliding them down and finding jimin’s leaking dick. jimin moaned more and more into yoongi’s mouth, tugging on his hair. 

the two men fell into a rhythm, a rhythm that felt similar yet different. jimin’s hands were on yoongi, sliding under his shirt, and past his jeans. jimin was moving his hand up and down yoongi’s dick, their tongues sliding against each other, the room erupting with moans. 

yoongi was taking off his jeans, gathering their pre-cum, and using it as makeshift lube. grabbing both hardened dicks and fucking them between his hands. jimin moaned louder, kissing yoongi faster, messier. yoongi moaned as he moved his hands faster and faster, both men thrusting up against each other. 

jimin kissed down yoongi’s jawline, sucking and biting marks around his neck. yoongi was moaning, his thighs quivering as he continued thrusting up into his hand. 

jimin leaned his head against yoongi’s, smiling at him. “i love you,” he whispered. 

“i love you too.”

writer’s note thank you so much for reading. this is my first time posting my stories like this. i usually post on archive but decided to post them on tumblr too. i’m sorry if the format is a little odd, i’m still trying to figure out the set up but yeah! thank you so much for reading. please stay safe.

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