Yoonmin 5

Yoongi obediently trailed behind Jimin, a little nervous but mainly concerned. If a little confused (and totally distracted) by his sweaty shirtless form.

Jimin lost his cool once they got to Yoongi's room, and Yoongi, sensing his nerves, went in first, standing by his bed and waiting for Jimin to follow him in.

The younger tread carefully into the room. This was only the second time he'd been in here and yet it felt too familiar...he knew where everything was...his eyes flickered towards the drawer, and then quickly over to the bed, the camera perched in the corner, the laptop on the bedside table.

Yoongi had picked up on his odd behaviour, he had that morning too. He had an odd sense of panic about it, but figured he was misdirecting his own distress from trying to work out what to do about his feelings for Jimin.

He really liked Jimin.

"Jimin, please say something. You're gonna make me go insa-"

"Do you like me, Yoongi?"

Yoongi sputtered, coughing as he choked on his own spit. "Do I...wha- what?"

"I know we've never erm...never really talked about sexuality or ideal types or whatever but I- I- I don't know I just..." he trailed off, playing with his hands and looking down at them like they were the most interesting thing in the room. Obviously not the case, but he wouldn't dare look up to see Yoongi's reaction.

Yoongi had a lot of feelings going on up there, his busy mind becoming hyperactive and not entirely certain what was happening. He wasn't quite prepared to let his guard down yet until he was sure what Jimin was really trying to say, what he was really asking him.

"Calm down. Where is this all coming from?"

"Look, I- God you're gonna hate me."

"I'm not, I just want to know what's happened."

"I- I saw your livestream last night."

Yoongi's whole being filled with dread, every individual atom, every ounce of his body became weighted and he could do nothing but fall clumsily back on his bed, trying to support his suddenly very dizzy state.

"Oh god. No, please no..." Even with his head in his hands Jimin could tell his eyes were brimming with tears. "I really thought it was different this time, I...I wanted you to be different to everyone else..." He trailed off as a choked back sob stopped him from talking.

"Yoongi please let me explain, I-"

"God this is so humiliating...all this time? I've been letting myself get sucked up into this since the beginning? Oh god. Oh fuck. I told myself I'd never ever let this happen." Yoongi was rambling to himself by now, audibly gasping with how hard he was breathing, how fast he was talking without regular pauses just to take in some proper oxygen.

Jimin wasn't sure what to do or say. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening now. This hasn't gone as planned, not that he had a plan to begin with. "Please, Jimin, spare me at least an ounce of dignity and just...get out of my house."

"Get out of your- what? No, what's- Yoongi, whats going on? Please calm down, I- I'm so lost, can you please explain what's happening? I never meant to hurt you, I-"

"Well of course you didn't want to hurt me, that's not what you wanted from me, is it? No, you were just like everyone else. Fuck! I thought you genuinely approached me because you wanted to be friends! Because you saw me like a normal person and not just- I don't know, I..." He began crying again just as it sunk in with Jimin.

"No! Yoongi that's- that's not what's going on here, I didn't..." Unfortunately he wasn't sure how to explain it through his shock. He'd never seen Yoongi like this and it was one of he most painful things he'd ever had to witness.

Then a small voice broke through the thick silence, muffled by his own hands that were wrapped up in his knitted sleeves: "and to think I actually almost let myself fall in love...I'm so fucking dumb..."

Jimin was suddenly shocked right back into the mindset he had entered the house with. Without a moment's hesitation he strode up to Yoongi and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his hands from his face. Yoongi looked up at him with big, round and glistening eyes. His cheeks were stained with tears and the whites of his eyes were more red than white.

"You're not dumb. None of what you're saying is the truth. I didn't know about anything until yesterday. I found your channel by accident last night while you were live, but before then you've always been my best friend and classmate who I also happen to have fallen really fucking hard for."

Yoongi was speechless for a few moments. "...so you...you didn't just want to be friends because you thought I'd be an easy fuck?" he asked in a small voice.

"Do you think I'd have stuck around this long if I'd have been unsuccessful this whole time? I don't know how you've been used in the past, Yoongi, but that's not why I'm here. I'm here because I really fucking like you and I wanted to know if what you said in your stream was the truth, because I've driven myself halfway to insane today trying to work that out so can you please, please put me out of my misery."

Jimin had a look of desperation in his eyes. They held a plea that Yoongi could only answer by tugging him down by the wrists still gripping onto his own so that Jimin's lips practically fell onto his own, and kissing him right on the lips, passionately, deeply. Jimin's grip tightened on Yoongi's wrists, keeping hold of him as if he were trying to go somewhere, and Yoongi felt a pang in his stomach at the feeling, shuddering a little.

They pulled away after a few seconds, keeping their faces close. "I'm erm- I'm sorry I was so quick to assume before..." Yoongi couldn't quite bring himself to look at Jimin so he kept his eyes trained low, his vision consequently landing on the bare and still slightly shimmering abs as Jimin leant over in front of him. "It's just that- a lot of people, they want- and I-"

"Hey, hey it's okay, Yoongs, I get it. Really, I do. I know it can't be easy what you do...but god do you do it well."

"So you...did you like it?" Yoongi looked up to Jimin, eyes a little misted over and unfocused.

"Fuck..." Jimin breathed out, "I mean- yeah..." he swallowed, "yeah, it was...shit," he whispered, his grip tightening over Yoongi's wrists as he recalled the video, receiving a stuttered whimper in response. Unsure of whether it was a good response or if the boy was feeling uncomfortable, he let go and took a small step back. "S-sorry, we don't have to- I don't wanna- I can wait, I...I wanna prove that I like you for you and not because of...y'know..."

"I- I know." Yoongi's hands, which had previously been left suspended in the air, slowly reached forward. He trailed his fingertips absentmindedly down Jimin's abs and exhaled shakily. He watched as his fingers reached the hem of his joggers, pushing down ever so slightly at the material before he looked back up to Jimin's eyes. "Erm- do you think you could-" He took a deep breath in, trying to calm the waves coursing through his stomach. "C- can you fuck me anyway?"

"Oh fuck..." Jimin breathed out as he swooped back down without hesitation, cupping Yoongi's face in one hand and his holding him by the waist with the other, kissing him deeply. Yoongi moaned into the kiss straight away, his surprisingly high levels of sensitivity really having an effect on Jimin.

After a minute or two of their lips slowly moving against one another, Jimin tried to speed things up a little and so coaxed his tongue into the mouth of the elder, who immediately reciprocated. Jimin removed his hands in order to start shuffling out of the rest of his clothes, and Yoongi instantly pushed forwards into the kiss more forcefully, chasing Jimin's touch.

When Jimin's hands reached down to pull Yoongi's sweater over his head, the latter pulled away from the kiss for a moment to let it happen, and was instantly blessed with the sight of Jimin's bare cock, his deep v line and snail trail all heading down so perfectly towards the thick, curved length.

Yoongi's hands found Jimin's hips and they slid down towards his dick just as he felt skilled fingers working his jeans button undone, his own delicate ones wrapping around Jimin with both hands, beginning to jack him off slowly. He shuddered at how warm and soft he felt, his mouth watering slightly as he imagined how it would feel to take Jimin by surprise by leaning down right now and engulfing his length whole.

Unfortunately, he couldn't act on this desire as Jimin was all of a sudden pushing him down onto his back, leaving hot, lingering kisses over Yoongi's face. Next time, he supposed. The idea was completely erased from his mind as His kisses began to travel down over Yoongi's neck, collarbones, shoulders, chest, stomach. Yoongi moaned as his hands followed suit, trailing after the path his mouth had made.

When Jimin raised his head, his hands kept going, down and down and down before they reached his remaining clothing, pulling his zipper down and palming at his cock through his boxers, causing him to squirm.