Yoonmin 2

He yelled out when he shifted the angle slightly and got his prostate dead on. "Ah!! Oh fuck! I'm getting close!" God only knows how much he wished someone could do this for him...

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Yoongi was rudely awoken by his alarm, groggy and miserable on a cold autumn day. Alas, he had a lecture to get to, so he rolled out of bed and threw on a hoodie and some joggers before grabbing his headphones and a croissant for the journey.

He smiled softly as he walked, deciding not to take the bus so he could look around at the beautiful sunset colours of the trees and feel the crunch of the fallen leaves beneath his feet.

As he got lost in his own thoughts, the scenery, the music, he felt himself collide with another person. He removed a headphone.

"I'm so sorry, I should've looked where I was g-"

"Fucking hell, it's you."

"It's...me? Sorry, do we know one another?"

"You're that cute little slut from the webcam!" Yoongi tensed, "God if I'd have known you came to the same uni as I did before...I've been wanting a piece of your ass for months, cutie."

The overly-forward pervert advanced in attempt to hold Yoongi by his shoulders, but the smaller man had been here before and knew to divert immediately, moving past and muttering a quiet, "please don't talk to me..."

"Thought a whore like you would be begging for it."

Yoongi ignored them and kept walking with his head down, putting his headphone back in and his hood up. He sighed. He guessed he was kind of asking for it by putting himself out there online like that, he was aware of the risks when he started all this, but it didn't make him feel any less uncomfortable when people thought it was okay to approach him so upfront like that.

Yoongi made it to the main campus area, feeling anxious once again about just how many people might recognise him. He loved doing webcam porn, honest, (he was a massive exhibitionist), but the reality was that it became harder for him to trust people because there would always be the niggling thought in the back of his mind about whether they were lying or not. He worried that people only talked to him pretending to be nice and oblivious because they thought he'd be an easy fuck, and he wouldn't let himself get used like that, Min Yoongi was anything but a pushover. So, he didn't really have any friends.

He had one friend he knew he could really trust, Jungkook. The younger bunny-looking boy was the one who initially introduced Yoongi to the idea of webcam porn when things got tough financially, having been doing the same thing himself for a few months prior. Yoongi had been watching his streams more or less since he started out and the younger took notice of his far more respectful comments than other weird horny men. He liked how Yoongi seemed so innocent as he asked him about self-fingering techniques and where he bought his toys. They became friends online from there and Jungkook had recommended Yoongi join the site too, and the rest is history.

Unfortunately, though, Jungkook lived all the way in Busan, and while this wasn't quite so difficult when Yoongi lived in Daegu, he now attended university all the way up north in Seoul and was always busy, so they never really got to meet up, but still watched each other's streams- platonically of course.

Yoongi sighed as he entered the lecture theatre, scouting yet again for an area where he could be surrounded by empty seats, other out-of-his-league groups of friends scattered elsewhere. He flopped down into a chair, really not feeling it after the unpleasant run in just now.

"Hi, sorry, is this seat taken?"

Yoongi was shocked out of his dark daydream by an admittedly cute boy with a soft polite voice appearing to his left. He sat up bashfully and gestured towards the chair.

"Erm, no. Not at all, please."

Yoongi wasn't mad, but was questioning all the same why he was asking to sit with him when there were so many other unoccupied spaces. He supposed it was just his normal paranoia getting to him, this guy seemed sweet. Give him a chance, Yoongi. It's not his fault what just happened.

"Thanks," he smiled brightly, and Yoongi couldn't help but swoon a tad at the way his eyes crinkled up, his frivolously orange hair cascading beautifully over his naturally well-carved face. It was in total contrast to the rippling biceps filling out his shirt in a way that could only be described as heavenly...so what if Yoongi had a peek, could you blame him?

"You probably think I'm crazy, oh god, I know there's lots of other seats but...you see- I haven't met anyone yet since I've just transferred here from Busan, so sorry if my dialect is a little weird."

"Not at all, my best friend is from Busan too so I'm used to it, so long as you can keep up with my Daegu satoori," Yoongi chuckled, surprised at how at ease he felt talking to the muscular mochi boy.

"Totally, I have a friend from Daegu, name's Taehyung, so that won't be a problem," he grinned again- Yoongi wasn't usually keen on overly-smiley people, and this kid was almost borderline already, but he had a nice smile so Yoongi didn't mind all that much. "Anyways, I needed to sit with someone since I'm completely behind on the first term so far and kinda need a bit of help catching up on notes? If it's no trouble that is...I thought you looked kinda approachable so..."

"Nah, no trouble at all, I'm more than happy to help, err-" Yoongi gestured his hand in expectation.

"Oh- Jimin, Park Jimin. What about you?"

"Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you Jimin!" They each bowed their heads softly as the lecture began.

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As term went on, Yoongi and Jimin spent a lot of time together, initially to help Jimin catch up on what he missed, but eventually, meeting one another in the park to study and discuss the lectures together became a regular occurrence, even after Jimin was all up to date.

It turned out that Jimin's accommodation was only a couple of roads away from his, so while they hadn't yet visited each other's houses, it meant that Yoongi got to watch out his window every evening at 5 as Jimin ran by on his daily jog. Sometimes he would see Yoongi in the window and wave sweetly, and every time, the latter had to act natural and pretend like seeing a shirtless sweating Jimin running by didn't get him hot and bothered as shit.

It wasn't just that Jimin was attractive though, he was actually a really nice person. It wasn't just for show or for the sake of social construct, Yoongi could tell his deep rooted kindness just came naturally; he wouldn't even think about it when he was polite to people, it was just there in his heart.

And he was so far from egotistical that he didn't even know what was happening one time when a few girls came up to him, trying to chat him up and have a little flirty feel of his taught muscles as he approached Yoongi, who was sitting under their usual tree watching from afar.

It was quite infuriating to watch actually; Jimin was obviously not aware of just how endearing he was both physically and in his demeanour, and Yoongi couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when he realised Jimin probably gets this kind of treatment a lot. He sighed even when Jimin brushed them off, kind but uninterested. It didn't mean anything that he shut them down, he was probably still straight anyway.

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As the weather turned colder with the arrival of winter, they decided they should start studying indoors. The library was too quiet for the discussions they liked having, and far too far away. Given that they lived close to one another, it only made sense to go to one of their places.

Yoongi was slouched on the sofa in the living room and lazily binging 'iZombie' and catching up on some solitude when he got a text from Jimin:

'On my way, Hyung. See you in a few! x'.

"Oh shit," Yoongi clumsily scrambled to his feet and sprinted to his room. It normally takes a lot to get Yoongi to actually decide he wants to exert physical energy, but this situation was the definition of 'a lot'.

Yoongi had completely forgotten Jimin was coming over today. It would take him about 3 minutes, give or take, to arrive. Not usually so bad if it wasn't a Tuesday....

Tuesday was streaming day.

Yoongi had already set the camera and toys up in his room, ready to go live in about half an hour. In all honesty, he had just been casually touching himself up a little as he watched Netflix, just to get a little head start.

He hastily closed the tabs on his laptop- that would be a disaster if Jimin so much as saw he had been on a porn site- before shutting and disconnecting it from the camera. He then moved the camera which was on its tripod over to the corner of the room to make it look more or less unused. He had just hidden away his toys that he'd laid out neatly in advance of going live when he heard the knock at the door.

Finally, he hurried to pick up the bottle of lube, ready to shove it out of sight too, before realising a moment too late that the lid was ajar, and the force with which he grabbed it caused some to shoot out the top and spill all over his hand. He cursed as he closed the cap over the now leaking top and put it away, quickly rushing downstairs to open the door.