“Beloved Hyong” (Yoongi and Jimin)

Jimin is definitely not okay!
After the evening of fun with Jungkook, or to be more precise, the amount of alcohol drunk and hot sex, he was in complete disarray. He didn't even get up to eat with the rest of the members when they called him to the table in full. Even the appearance of his beloved maknae in his room, either to declare his presence, or to get attention, or to wake up, could not stir up Jimin. He couldn't even open one eye, let alone lift his ass out of bed.
But lying down all day would, in any case, be useless. Therefore, after overcoming the ache in his body and a slight confusion of his mind, Jimin somehow got out of bed and first of all hobbled outside to see, what the others were doing. The pain in his leg was still uncomfortable, but not as much as Park had expected. No one even asked him, why he was limping. At least, the awkward explanations, that Jimin had been ready for since last night, were avoided, limiting himself to just a small reassurance, that he was fine.

After loitering around for a while, Jimin went to the shower to finally wash off the remnants of yesterday's disgrace. After checking on Jungkook, who was completely focused on writing another beautiful picture, Jimin remembered, that Yoongi-hyong was going to record their together soundtrack, and decided to visit the senior, who had left them without attention yesterday.

"Hyong?" Jimin knocked, before entering the van, in which Yoongi was located.
"M?" Yoongi did not look up, but he immediately understood exactly, who had come to him. "What is it, Jimin?"
Jimin climbed into the van and looked at the scene. Yoongi-hyong was sitting at a small table. His laptop was standing in front of him, large monitor headphones were lying next to him. A little further away is a stack of notebooks, while the senior was holding one of them in his hand right now. Jimin liked to watch the process of his work. Hyong was becoming so natural and open. His perfectly smooth and snow-white face was smoothed out, his eyes slightly squinted, when he tried to focus on a certain element, his nose quivered funny when the senior was dissatisfied with something, his lips compressed into a thin line in the process of thinking or softly opened in a long silent "Oh", when hyong was reading something carefully. Long fingers tapped on the computer keyboard, immediately after grabbing the pen, making some notes on the sheet located opposite. A pink tongue ran over his lips, moistening them from dryness. When Yoongi wanted to rest his eyes, he leaned back, away from the monitor, and began to ruffle his soft but thick hair with all his fingers, after which they returned to their original position. Hyong nodded slowly to himself, when things went exactly, how he had originally planned. The rays in his eyes were so clearly visible when he completed his next masterpiece, and Jimin simply could not ignore it. He wanted to kiss such a hyong to death, give him a whole lot of hours of warm hugs, ruffle his hair with his own hands, stroke his cheeks, kiss soft lips, without pressure or passion, just for the feeling of pleasure. Drown in the ring of his long and strong arms, when he hugged and pressed to himself. To feel the protection and patronage of the senior. Jimin liked to come up and hug hyong from behind, knowing full well, that it was insanely pleasant for him, but because of his image of a reserved and cold guy, he did not always give free rein to his own feelings. Jimin liked to take Yoongi's hand or put his palm on his thigh, without any sexual overtones, just to feel him next to him. Jimin liked to lie on one side of the senior in bed, while Jungkook was on the other, and intertwine his fingers with maknae on hyong's stomach, while Yoongi's hands caressed the scalp of both juniors. Jimin loved sex with Yoongi as much as simple innocent caresses. Unlike Jungkook, who, even over time, sometimes still demanded increased attention in bed, Yoongi was the complete opposite. He liked not to take, but to give. To give all of himself without a trace to the two juniors, while they literally died in his arms from hypersensitivity. Yoongi's face was focused and impenetrable during the whole process, it could even give the impression, that he does not feel anything. But Jimin knew that this was not the case. He knew, that this is how the senior set himself up for the time until he gives the juniors what they want so much, and only then did he lets himself go. And at such moments, Jimin was ready to bite his elbows, hyong looked so beautiful and at the same time vulnerable in his fall. He could allow himself to relax, completely surrendering to orgasm, while the juniors literally surrounded him from all sides, moaned in his ear, and drank the convulsive wheezes and low throat moans of their senior with their lips. Yoongi felt his partners better than anyone else. He knew for sure when Jungkook wants gently and for a long time, and Jimin wants quickly and roughly, he knew, how much Jimin likes to kiss and has a weakness for oral caresses, and Jungkook explodes from being inside Jimin, taking Yoongi at the same time. Hyong knew all the sensitive areas and points on the bodies of his juniors knew which levers to pull and which buttons to press to turn them from strong and inflexible men into whining and pleading mess, and then give such a crazy orgasm, that the guys were afraid of the prospect of losing their limbs. But after that, he surrounded them with a cocoon of care and affection, while being perfectly aware of the degree of responsibility.

Fuck!
Jimin did not have time to enter and cast a fleeting glance at hyong, as unnecessary images flashed before his eyes, sending a wave of excitement to his groin. Serious? What's the matter with him lately?
"Jimin, are you okay?" Yoongi apparently noticed the confusion on the junior's face and looked at him carefully, slightly raising his left eyebrow.
Today he was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt with some inscription, simple black pants, and flip-flops. Black hair was scattered over his forehead and temples, betraying for some reason, instead of a cute and homely look, sexy and seductive. Two rings glittered on the damn long fingers of his right hand, and simple bracelets decorated his thin wrists.
"How are you feeling? The evening goes well?" Yoongi asked this so casually and calmly, that Jimin literally choked on air from indignation.
'And then you yourself, damn it, don't know, how last evening went, or more precisely, the night!'
"Yes, it's all right, hyong. I just..." Jimin closed the door and moved towards hyong, sitting down next to him almost closely," I didn't get enough sleep."
"Mgh," Yoongi nodded, looking at the computer monitor again.
Fuck!
Now hyong's face was so close, so perfect, so desirable, that Jimin could just lean forward, lean forward just a little and kiss him. First on the cheek, then on the tip of the nose, when hyong turns to him with undisguised surprise on his beautiful face, and then…
"I'm almost done with the song. I've already finished the words."
Jimin shook his head, once again emerging from his fantasies into reality. The tone of Yoongi's voice was upbeat, which means, that the senior was in a good mood. Jimin could even feel the adrenaline surging inside him. He was in a very good mood. Jimin smiled nastily to himself.
Park, as if slightly, got even closer to the senior under the pretext of looking at the computer and records. To tell the truth, right now he didn't care what kind of squiggles were written in hyong's notes.
'I'm sorry, hyong. But not now,' he thought to himself, inhaling such a pleasant, native and for some reason just today, exciting to the limit, to the pursed toes of his bare feet, the scent of the senior's body.
"This part will be performed by vocalists, right?" Jimin asked for the sake of decency, to at least pretend, that he was interested. Hyong was so excited about the idea of a new track, that Park just couldn't help but show his support.
Yoongi nodded, biting the pencil with his teeth, and here's fuck, Jimin managed to notice, how the tip of the pink wet tongue ran along the edge of the teeth, immediately diving back into the darkness of the cavity. Park was ready to smash his head against the wall. He knew perfectly well, what this skillful language could do, and therefore, in such a nervously excited state, he could not look at this outrage calmly.
"I don't know what to do with the chorus yet," hyong stroked himself with the fingers of his left hand under his chin, talking like with Jimin, but still completely focused on his work. He held the sheet of notes in his right hand, and Jimin couldn't help but swallow, tracing the knobby joints on hyong's long fingers. How good it was to suck them and bite the pads, getting a hoarse breath in response and the blackness of others' eyes, how fucking cool it was to feel them inside, when hyong literally fucked the whole soul with them, without even inserting a cock.

Jimin ran his tongue over his full lips, trying to moisten them with saliva. Suddenly it became unbearably hot, and he regretted a thousand times, that he had put on that damn striped long-sleeve jacket. In a hangover, Jimin felt a slight chill and trembling all over his body for the first couple of hours after waking up, so he dressed much warmer than the previous day. Who would have thought that to get warm, it was enough just to go to Yoongi-hyong and look at him. That's all.
Hyong's left leg was bent at the knee, revealing his bare feet, and Jimin almost whined with the desire to touch the back of them with his lips. He folded his hands on his hips, nervously fingering his fingers to somehow calm the raging beast of lust inside, which Yoongi seemed completely unaware of.
"I was so excited to write this song," hyong continued. "I think this is the best thing I've written lately," Yoongi suddenly laughed in embarrassment... embarrassed, fucking, and covered by his hand to hide this embarrassment. Holy shit! It seems that Park Jimin has started a phase shift because he has never needed hyong's cock so much in his aching ass.
"Really?" Jimin cleared his throat because his voice didn't sound like his usual voice at all. As if his tone wasn't a high tenor, but a fucking bass.
Yoongi suddenly turned his gaze to him and carefully fixed his fox eyes on his face, which immediately made Jimin feel uncomfortable. As if hyong could read his thoughts and distinguish those dirty and vulgar images, that he had imagined here. The senior seemed to be scanning him. The pupils dilated slightly, pulsating in the iris, the eyebrow flew up again. Yoongi bit his lower lip in thought, and Park was covered with a tomato blush from the realization of, how much he wanted to devour those lips right now.
Hyong stared at him for a couple of seconds, although it seemed like an eternity for Park, and suddenly, without warning, he put his hand on his hip with his palm wide open.
"Do you want to hear?" the huskiness in his voice sent a deafening closing spark all over his body, and Jimin couldn't hide it. His thigh jerked following the palpable compression of others' fingers on the skin, and his lips parted in a silent moan. Yoongi continued to study him, as if he had already understood everything for a long time but did not say anything more.
'Pull yourself together, fuck, Park Jimin, and answer something already!'
"Of course," Jimin counted himself a point for endurance. He was still able to turn his tongue and give out not an incoherent nothing, but a completely constructive answer.
Yoongi took his headphones and carefully put them on Jimin's head with one hand, checking his ears, while he did not remove the other from the junior's thigh.
Jimin closed his eyes and gave himself up to the smooth waves of the music, feeling hyong's grip gradually shift higher, dangerously close to his already almost completely ready cock.
Fucking shit!

"Well, how is it? Did you like it?"
Taking off his headphones, Jimin emerged from pleasant oblivion and could not understand, what exactly hyong's question refers to: the music or what the hell, god, was he doing with his leg?
"Yes..." Jimin held on as best he could, but the damned hyong seemed to intend to kill him because he did not stop his manipulations, but on the contrary, added a second hand to the next thigh. And then Jimin couldn't stand it.
"Fuck!" a groan escaped his lips loudly and long, and Park threw his head back a little, closing his eyes with pleasure. Why the hell should he be embarrassed and hide already, if hyong read him like a children's book.
"Aish, you're so loud, Jimin-a. Somebody might hear us."
Jimin fucking whined. He whined, forcefully biting his lower lip when the hot and hoarse voice of his favorite rapper reached sensitive ears. His hands were unceremoniously kneading his thighs, close-close to his groin, but still not enough. Come on, a little higher. Just a little more. Jimin was sure, that he was ready to cum right into his pants just from the nimble, long, massaging fingers on his thighs.
"Hyong..." Jimin couldn't help but groan, when Yoongi's hands touched his stomach, pulled up from tension, slightly crawling under his jacket. He remembered Jungkook, who was squirming and whimpering, literally begging to fuck him last night, and realized, that he was not much different from him now.
The cock has been standing for a long time, soiling the loose sports pants with moisture. Park wanted more Yoongi. More his fingers, hands, lips, body, anything. Only more.
"Hyong..." he could not formulate the request coherently. The tongue literally did not turn, and the next second another moan, ready to break from the lips, was drowned in a demanding, but trembling kiss.
Jimin never tried to compare his partners. But the difference was so noticeable, that it is simply impossible to ignore. Unlike Jungkook's wet and eager kisses, literally begging to fuck his mouth with his tongue, Yoongi's lips were a little dry, but so sensual, that they simply drove him to frenzy. The tongue did not ram the mouth but gently slid inside the mucosa, enveloping and caressing, gently feeling the inner walls and the edge of the teeth. Light kisses, like butterflies, fluttered along the cheek, getting close to the ear, after which sharp teeth grabbed the lobe, carefully, but sharply, sending a swarm of goosebumps along the spine.
"What do you want, Jimin-a?"
Park moaned again, so high and broken, and Yoongi intertwined the fingers of one hand in his thick brown hair, with light sandy highlights, massaging the scalp to cool the ardor. "Tell me, what do you want?"
A low whisper, like the rustle of fallen leaves, enveloped from head to toe. The rough pads of his fingers continued to ruffle his hair, and the other hand gently pressed on junior's arousal. The soft skin of hyong's cheek was in contact with Jimin's, and the junior did not know where to put himself. He was the first to succumb to the temptation of lust, but it seems that now hyong has completely seized the initiative.
"I want... you, hyong. I want you very much. You left us yesterday, and we missed you so much all this time," Jimin felt the bitterness of his own words. The same resentment slid into Jungkook's story last night. And then Park was the one who comforted him, assuring him, that Yoongi did it for a reason. And now Jimin himself found himself in the place of an offended little boy, who was not given a sweet, deprived, forgotten, and left.
"Was it really so bad for you two, without me, huh?" a cheeky laugh, together with the pressure directly on the standing trunk, made the whole body shake with undisguised excitement. Yoongi wrapped his arm around Jimin's waist, holding him, thereby showing, that he was there, even though he was teasing him with his tempter's speeches. Unlike the juniors, hyong did not like to play, did not like to make them suffer in longing and impatience, teasing and mocking. He had his own ways of making them feel wanted.
"No, it was good for us," Jimin admitted, because he understood, that the senior would not be offended at all by the fun of the juniors without his presence. "But it would be better with you."
"M," Yoongi nodded casually, still holding the fragile body in the grasp of his arm. "So, what exactly do you want?"
"Aish, hyong, you know what I want," Jimin blurted out irritably, pushing his hips significantly towards hyong.
Yoongi chuckled softly and kissed the junior again, wetly and long, then pulled him up, thereby urging him to stand up.
"You do realize it's daytime, don't you, Jimin-a?" Yoongi deliberately looked at the junior sternly, as if he had not just hinted at a continuation. "Somebody might hear us, and worse, they might see us."
"I don't think anyone will come into your van without at least knocking," Jimin pulled Yoongi to the medium-sized bed while the senior resisted. But reluctantly.
"Your long absence may arouse suspicion," Yoongi covered Jimin's body with himself, and the junior closed his eyes from the pleasant heaviness and the feeling of the bulge in hyong's pants.
"Everyone knows, that you were going to work on the track today. And I told the others, that I wanted to watch and listen to him," Jimin reached for hyong's T-shirt, grabbing its edge to take it off. "Come on, hyong. You talk too much. Isn't it time to do something before it really becomes suspicious?" Jimin forcefully pushed his hips towards Yoongi, and, given the almost identical proportions of the body, he hit exactly on his arousal with his own, to which he received a quiet curse and a barely audible moan. Fuck! Jimin loved to listen to the moans of Yoongi. And he was ready to spin like a snake on a hot frying pan so that this primal and sexy sound would fly from the lips of the senior as often as possible.
"Fuck, Jimin.." Yoongi rubbed his cock against the junior's thigh for the first time, covering his eyes and breathing through his mouth through clenched teeth, still maintaining his sanity. "It's not fair."
"Really?" Jimin raised his head and touched hyong's snow-white neck with his lips, while he held the weight of his upper body in his hands, rubbing his pelvis against others' leg. "Was it fair to ask me such provocative questions, hah? Was it fair to paw my thighs there, at the table? Was it fair to demolish the remnants of prudence for me just by one look? What do you say to that, hyong, huh? Do you think it's fair?" Jimin pressed his hip right against hyong's arousal and felt hot lips on his neck, convulsive breathing, and another hoarse moan.

Yoongi turned Jimin on his stomach with one jerk, simultaneously leaving a heavy slap on his elastic ass. Park groaned in need and squeezed his eyes shut, immediately digging his hands into the white sheets, lifting his hips, helping to take off unnecessary pants.
"You know, how much I love touching you, don't you?" Yoongi rustled somewhere under the blanket, taking out the lube and a strip of condoms. "How I love to kiss you for a long time, caress and touch you, give your beautiful body as much attention as it deserves, m?"
Jimin spread out like a puddle just from one of hyong's words. He rubbed his painful hard-on against the fabric of the bed linen and was afraid, that he could cum only from the praise of his senior and these pathetic frictions.
"But now, unfortunately, we don't have that much time, Jimin-a. And you have no idea, how much I regret it," Yoongi sensually and wetly kissed Jimin's buttock, spreading the halves with his fingers and greasing the narrow passage generously and thickly. Park shuddered at the coolness of the lubricant and the contrast of hyong's hot lips on his sensitive skin.

The first finger entered more or less painlessly. Park hadn't been a virgin for a long time, and his ass could easily accept something similar to the size of one finger without any problems. But with the second and third it was more difficult. Jimin had not been in the receiving position for a long time due to lack of personal time and the opportunity to be alone with hyong, while Jungkook preferred Park more as an asset, although he sometimes agreed to switch roles. Therefore, a quiet hiss, muffled by his own bitten edge of his palm, still escaped from his lips, and his thighs tried to instinctively escape from the unpleasant pressure and the invasion of a foreign object inside, when Yoongi carefully and carefully developed his passage, whispering words of praise, kissing the buttocks and the sensitive skin of the lower back. But Jimin wanted to feel the familiar size of the senior so much inside, that he deliberately sat deeper on hyong's fingers, overcoming the pain, although Yoongi tried to stop him by holding his hips. Hyong was not looking for prostate and did not tease the sensitive smooth walls, although under other circumstances he would have paid all his attention to his junior's ass, fucking the pliable stretched entrance with his tongue, sucking the edges with his lips, making saliva unattractively flow down his chin and others eggs. Now he was just stretching the ring of muscles, preparing for penetration. But Jimin still felt so good and pleasant after such long abstinence, that Min heard his own disappointed groan when he took his fingers out of the now developed anus.

Putting on a condom, Yoongi ran his palm over his cock a couple of times, hissing, squeezing Jimin's buttock with force. Hyong rubbed his head against the entrance, feeling with sensitive receptors, how thirsty and wet it was from the lubricant, even through the contraceptive material.
"Hyong," Jimin rested his forehead on his hands folded in front of him, sticking out his ass in the most filthy frank and open way. "Insert me… Please. Come on, do something already, now!" there was clearly irritation in his voice.
Yoongi choked on air as Jimin pushed back hard, taking his cock almost completely, even though it was still not a pleasant activity.
"Jimin, what the fuck are you doing! Damn..." Yoongi swore, when the junior moved his hips, impaling himself almost to the root so, that could feel his balls on his groin.
"That's right, hyong... come on, fuck me, you want to..." Jimin was openly teasing Yoongi, realizing, that he was playing with fire. The senior was always gentle and attentive, showing rudeness and strength, only when Park himself asked for it. But now Jimin felt, how hyong tremble and hold back because he wanted intimacy no less than his beloved junior.

Yoongi had to cover Jimin's mouth with his hand to stifle his furious sonorous moans, continuing to drive into him as furiously as ever. It was so tight and hot inside, that Min just let go of himself, letting the animal instinct take over his mind. Jimin's hair was scattered in different directions, his tongue was running along the inside of Yoongi's palm, his hips were moving back, waving to others thrusts, and the anus took a hard, hot cock so well, that his eyes rolled back. The small place was filled with hoarse moans, heavy breathing, and vulgar slaps of skin on skin.
"So, like this, you fucked Jungkook yesterday, huh?" Yoongi suddenly asked, and Jimin cringed at the imperious voice, permeated with excitement and lust. "Or did he ride you? Or maybe you took him from the back like I'm taking you now? Come on, tell me, Jimin-a, what did you do, while I was gone, huh? Touched each other, caress each other? Maybe you sucked him off, you love the feeling of others' cock in your mouth so much," each phrase was accompanied by a hard and powerful push, some of which hit directly on the prostate, and Jimin literally bounced on the bed. And after Yoongi froze after another friction, waiting for an answer.
"I..." Park couldn't concentrate enough to give a clear answer. He wanted to cum so badly. Others cock felt so fucking good inside him.
"So, how was it? Come on, Jimin-a, tell me," Yoongi caressed the lobe of Jimin's ear, moving slowly and shallowly inside. Tangible, but not enough.
"He... ride me around," Park finally gave out a coherent phrase.
"Mmm," Yoongi mumbled, sending sparks of pleasure through all his insides. "I'd like to see it. Maybe one shouldn't have left you alone after all, huh? Now you'll have to wait for me to take care of Jungkook-e on my own. We don't want to leave our beloved maknae deprived, right? You like to watch, don't you? Will you caress yourself while watching, how I fuck our junior?"
Yoongi's words clogged his ears like cotton wool. Jimin heard nothing but them, saw nothing but Yoongi's attractive body covering the thirsty Jungkook, felt nothing but a cock in his ass and the feeling of hard friction of his own boner on the sheets.
"You're getting close," Yoongi said confidently, feeling, how walls shrink around his trunk. "Come on, Jimin-a. Cum for me."
And Jimin cum. So much and so violently, that a veil appeared before his eyes, and his body was rushing from side to side, and if it weren't for hyong's strong hands, he would have fallen to the floor, that how hard he was pounding in orgasm.
After some time, Jimin heard a low growl, felt a slight bite on the top of his head, then an unpleasant sound of a removed elastic band and moisture right on his lower back. Hyong cum on his body so well, touching his vertebrae with trembling dry lips.

"I love watching you cum so much, but I didn't manage to do it today," Jimin pouted his lips, which made them even plumper.
Yoongi bit his own, smiling out of the corner of his mouth. He ran the pad of his thumb over those lips, and then lightly touched his own. Jimin immediately closed his eyes and let out a light moan, running his tongue over others' mouth.
"You're a little pervert, Park Jimin," Min said calmly but lovingly.
"Ya, why is that?!" Jimin was naturally offended.

Yoongi ignored his question, kissing him again, this time deeper and longer.
"You have to go. You've been here too long," after he cleaned up himself and the junior, Yoongi said, kissing the guy on the top of the head, finally patting his hair.
Jimin closed his eyes. How he would like to bask in hyong's arms right now. After all, he became insanely clingy and tender after sex.

"Yes, one more thing," Yoongi called out to Jimin when he was about to take hold of the door handle of his van. "Tell Jungkook, that next time neither he nor you will have to be bored together. I will definitely take care of both of you. After all, you love your hyong so much, right?"
Yoongi, without waiting for an answer, returned to his computer, although the sparkle of his eyes and a slight smile spoke for themselves.
The color flooded Jimin's cheeks, and a pleasant warmth was born in his stomach from hyong's words. Next time, the senior will be with them. Next time, he and Jungkook will be able to get what they have been missing so much lately — the attention of their beloved hyong.

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In addition to this site, this text is published on Archiveofourown and Wattpad platforms in English, as well as in my native Russian.

English ver.

Archive
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32776624/chapters/81323335

Ficfan:
https://fic.fan/readfic/018bee17-3d9d-7e52-a94c-b537cd44f0c3

Russian ver.

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https://ficbook.net/readfic/10450211

Boosty:

Chapter 1
https://boosty.to/maestrotranslationarmyloveyoongi/posts/cabfdcd0-01bb-47ec-95a4-abb20850f789?share=post_link

Chapter 2
https://boosty.to/maestrotranslationarmyloveyoongi/posts/18c87d6b-2f3d-4b33-8a5e-9d1ce89a6488?share=post_link