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Yoongi is comforted by Jimin's thoughts throughout the movie. He figured they’d be distracting, but once Jimin settles on watching the movie instead of his awareness of their position, they’re not distracting at all.

As it is, he just enjoys the soft hum of amusement that increases in intensity with every high pitched giggle Jimin releases. It makes watching the same stupid comedy film Namjoon always picks much more enjoyable.

Jimin’s thoughts feel light, and their connection where their fingers are intertwined feels soft. It makes Yoongi wonder why he always goes out of his way to avoid touching people. Aside from not wanting to invade the privacy of their minds, Yoongi doesn’t like the burden of heavy thoughts that aren’t his own. Jimin’s thoughts feel like anything but a burden.

Yoongi thinks it safe to say that Jimin is in a good place. Maybe watching a movie with friends isn’t a time to dwell on anything too heavy, but from his experiences Yoongi knows some people have a hard time letting go of heavy thoughts. Yoongi isn’t naive enough to think Jimin’s mind is always like this—he isn’t going to go around touching him just because his thoughts feel safe right now—but he finds himself not minding their connection. It’s nice to just be able to hold someone’s hand and have someone lean on him and not worry about hearing their distressing thoughts.

When the movie is over, they don’t move from their positions. Yoongi follows Jimin’s thoughts on the conversation that’s happening more than he listens until Jimin thinks, hyung is being quiet. Yoongi looks up from where he was staring at their linked hands and smiles at Jimin, squeezing his hand a little and enjoying being close to someone for once.

Jimin is the first one to gently let go and move away after he thinks, Taetae looks sleepy. I should drive him home. Yoongi watches him stretch before he turns to look over to where Tae is now sitting on the floor next to Jungkook, only to catch him mid-yawn.

“We should get going, Tae,” Jimin says. “I don’t want to be too sleepy to drive.”

Taehyung looks disappointed like he doesn’t want to go home even though he looks tired. He agrees a little reluctantly before he starts to hug everyone goodbye.

“Thanks for having us, hyung,” Jimin says looking at Yoongi.

“Of course,” Yoongi finds himself saying even though he had no say in inviting them. Jimin gives him a lingering hug, and Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin.

Mm, he even smells good.

Yoongi pulls back and makes a note to use the same bath bomb he used after cleaning the apartment more often.

“You two are welcome any time. We do movie nights when Jin-hyung is in town like every other weekend. We usually have snacks, but Yoongi-hyung forgot to buy them this time,” Namjoon is saying. Yoongi just sighs because he was never tasked with snacks. That was Namjoon’s job when Yoongi agreed to do the cleaning. He doesn’t know why Namjoon has decided to bully him today, but he’ll make sure Namjoon doesn’t look like a liar if Jimin and Tae decide to join their movie night again.

Tae bounds over to hug him, the last in line for his goodbyes. “I like Twizzlers, hyung, just so you know for next time,” Tae says before he hugs him despite Yoongi doing his best to not look huggable. Tae strokes his back during their hug that seems to linger until Yoongi pats him on the back. He only gets a brief hmm, prickly from Tae’s thoughts when their arms brush.

After they leave, Yoongi wonders if the rest of his friends will also get ideas now that they’ve seen two people hug him and live. His questions are answered when Jeon Jungkook tries to lift him in a hug before he leaves. Hyung is so light. I hope he’s eating well. Yoongi swats at his arms.

#

Yoongi finds himself scrolling through instagram more often after that night. He checks it when he first wakes up, when he’s taking a break from work, and sometimes when he’s even in class. Jimin posts most days, sometimes multiple times a day. Yoongi tries not to aggressively like all of Jimin’s photos which basically means that he waits a couple of hours before he likes them so he doesn’t look like he’s too eager.

This means that he’s on instagram a lot more often than he used to be. It starts to inspire him to post more photos of his own. And well, when he snaps a picture of the sunset on campus with his phone, he decides to post it. When Jimin automatically likes it and comments, ‘pretty, hyung!!,’ he can’t really deny himself from throwing himself into it.

Yoongi used to have a nice camera. He was into photography as a hobby before instagram was really a thing. Taking pictures, and actually caring if they turn out well, kind of makes him want to break it out again and get back into it. He tells himself it’s not to impress Jimin or anyone. He probably won’t even post the photos he takes with his camera onto instagram. That’s too much of a hassle to download the pictures only to send them to his phone to post them. These are just for him.

That lasts for a few days before he and Namjoon are outside on their patio drinking beer and talking and he takes a photo of the beer, condensation on the can, and there’s a blurry laughing Namjoon in the background drinking his own and lighting that makes for an interesting photo. Namjoon just shoots him a knowing look when he goes inside to grab his laptop to load the picture and maybe edit it a little before he posts it. Namjoon pulls out his own phone to like the photo though, so Yoongi isn’t too fussed about it.

“When are you going to admit that you like Jimin?” Namjoon asks before he raises his eyebrows.

“What? What are you even talking about? I don’t even really know him,” Yoongi says. He can’t like someone he’s barely even talked to.

“Fine, a crush then. Don’t think I don’t see you liking all of his instagram photos. Have you slid into his dms yet?” Namjoon asks, but Yoongi ignores him in favor of looking at the instagram notifications saying Jimin liked and commented on his post. All it says is ‘nice shot :) save me a beer, hyung,’ but Yoongi can’t help but feel like he’s accomplished something.

Namjoon laughs before he drains his beer, standing up to go inside. “You’re so predictable, hyung.”

#

When Hoseok and Jungkook both bring up Jimin in a way that implies Yoongi has a crush on him on Thursday at basketball, Yoongi decides to set the record straight.

“I do not have a crush on Jimin,” he says plainly. Namjoon snorts and Yoongi sends him a glare.

“Hyung! You can’t lie about this. It’s okay, okay? I think you two would be cute together,” Hoseok says with a grin.

“No, look, I don’t like him. He’s a cute kid, but I don’t like him like that. When have I ever liked anyone like that?” Yoongi asks seriously. Hoseok doesn’t let up and Yoongi doesn’t like the mischievous look he gives him as he gets closer.

In the few years Yoongi has been friends with Hoseok, he can count the amount of times he’s tried to tickle him, despite his obvious aversions to being touched, on one hand. Yoongi never enjoys it. Even without hearing Hoseok’s loud joy at torturing him in his thoughts, Yoongi hates being tickled. He doesn’t think it’s funny. It hurts and almost makes him pee himself from how ticklish he is. Yoongi gets mad at anyone who tries to tickle him which is probably why it doesn’t happen very often, but for some reason Hoseok decides that now is the perfect time despite all of this.

Hoseok reaches out and immediately goes for his sides to attack. Yoongi would rather hear Hoseok’s thoughts than be tickled, and clearly Namjoon and Jungkook are no help since they’re happy to just look on in fond amusement.  He swats Hoseok away with his hands.

I just want hyung to be happy. He never lets himself have the things he wants.

Yoongi almost gags at the cheesiness. He jumps away from Hoseok’s tickle attack. He doesn’t know where his friends get the ideas that he isn’t happy from. He’s fine. He’s already accepted there are some things he shouldn’t have and he’s fine with it now.

#

Yoongi has just finished getting dressed to go out for drinks with Namjoon and Hoseok when he pulls out his phone. It’s one of those rare occasions when he’s actually feeling good about himself. He likes his outfit even if it’s nothing special--all black with holey skinny jeans, a black button down, and his leather jacket. His hair is cooperating and the big mirror he and Namjoon keep in the hallway is doing him some favors. He holds up his phone to take a picture in the mirror.

It’s mostly just to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him. He doesn’t intend to post the picture anywhere, but when he looks at it and he thinks it looks good he just shrugs and posts it.

It’s a lot later in the night when he sees Jimin has commented with a slew of heart eyes emojis. Yoongi feels really good about himself then.

“What are you grinning about?” Namjoon asks. Yoongi just tucks his phone away.

“Nothing.”

#

Yoongi continues to use instagram and he’s surprised when he starts to have more people following him, especially considering the fact that he mostly just takes pictures of everyday things. There’s nothing that exciting about the content he posts. There’s hardly ever even any people in his posts.

“They’re nice photos, hyung,” Namjoon says, “besides people probably stalk Jimin’s activity and see that he’s been liking all of your photos religiously.”

“You can see what other people like on instagram?” Yoongi asks. He’s stalked the explore tab, but he’s never bothered to look at what any particular person likes on instagram.

“Yes,” Namjoon sighs. “It’s in the notifications tab.”

Yoongi pulls out his phone to see for himself. He sees Jimin has liked several of this guy who he’s never seen before’s posts. He clicks on the guy’s photos and sees he has a lot of followers. He pulls up the selca that Jimin liked.

“Who’s this?” Yoongi asks Namjoon, tilting the phone toward him. Namjoon squints at it.

“I think that’s Taemin, Jimin’s youtuber friend that he’s mentioned. Why? Did you just pull that out of Jimin’s activity? Hyung, I didn’t tell you that so you could get jealous at Jimin liking someone else’s photos.” Namjoon huffs. “It’s mostly your photos in his activity anyway, I promise. He likes you, hyung. I don’t know why you don’t just ask him out. You can’t let your gift hold you back.”

“Hold me back? How am I supposed to be in a relationship with someone when I can read their thoughts and they can’t read mine. How is that fair?” Yoongi asks. It’s not like he hasn’t thought of it. Jimin seems nice and interesting and Yoongi does like him, from however little he’s gotten to experience of him. Even if Jimin does like him, he just doesn’t see how it could work.

“Hyung, you just have to communicate your thoughts the way everyone else does, by saying them out loud. We manage okay, most of the time.” Namjoon doesn’t give him a chance to protest that it’s not the same. You can filter the things you say out loud. People can’t, or at least don’t, filter their thoughts. Why would they? It’s within the safe confines of their mind where no one else is supposed to hear. “Just think about it, hyung.” Namjoon gets up and pats him on the clothed shoulder.

#

Jimin and Taehyung do end up coming to the next few movie nights. Jimin’s place has consistently been on the loveseat with Yoongi. Yoongi tried to wear more clothes at first so he didn’t invade Jimin’s privacy, but somehow they always end up holding hands, so Yoongi has since given up on that.

Now, on the sixth movie night in almost as many months where they’ve been seven instead of the usual five, there’s more fighting over snacks. Yoongi offers to just get Jin his own popcorn when he and Hoseok fight over who should hold the popcorn bowl.

Yoongi gets up to bring some more snacks from the kitchen and Jimin jumps up with an offer to help him. Yoongi almost says he’s got it and not to worry about helping, but he can’t deny himself the opportunity to be alone with Jimin in the kitchen.

Jimin makes himself at home, hopping up to sit on the counter as Yoongi pops some more popcorn. Yoongi eyes him, but Jimin just grins, swinging his legs back and forth.

“I’m glad you feel comfortable enough in my home to sit where I chop vegetables, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says dryly, mostly teasing.

“Hyung, you know Hoseok-hyung has a photo of you sitting here just like this on his instagram. You look like you were laughing at something,” Jimin says. “It’s cute.”

Yoongi smiles at the compliment. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but then he remembers when he and Namjoon first moved into this place, and they had a small housewarming thing. “That’s an old photo. What’d you do, stalk Hoseok’s instagram until his first post?”

Jimin blushes. “Hyung! Instagram is my job—”

“In other words, yes,” Yoongi says with a laugh. The last bag of popcorn beeps in the microwave, but Yoongi doesn’t move to grab it.

“I was curious. Besides you don’t have very many pictures of you, so it’s not my fault that I have to stalk our mutual friends to find more pictures of you,” Jimin admits shamelessly despite the fact that his cheeks are flushed still. Yoongi wonders if this is how he flirts. He raises an eyebrow at Jimin.

“Are you flirting with me?” Yoongi asks and he watches as Jimin deflates a little and bites his lip like he’s hesitant now. “Because if you were—”

“What’s taking so long, Yoongi-yah?” Jin asks as he barges into the kitchen. “I’m hungry.”

Yoongi sighs and pours the popcorn into a bowl, holding it off to Jin to carry, and grabs a bag of twizzlers he’s taken to keeping stocked for Tae and Jungkook to share. Jimin hops off the counter and follows them back into the living room.

“Finally,” Namjoon says, pulling Jin and the popcorn essentially into his lap. “We’re watching The Mummy.”

Yoongi sighs, handing off the twizzlers. “Okay, I’m going to the bathroom. You don’t have to wait,” he says over their complaints about waiting longer than they already have. He’s seen the movie enough anyway. He goes to the bathroom to splash water on his face, hoping to collect himself before he sits next to Jimin for the next two hours. He takes a deep breath before he goes back out to the living room.

Yoongi finds they still haven’t even started the movie. Tae is saying something.

“I’m sorry, Chim, but I told them I’d be there.” Tae turns to him and seems like he gets an idea. “Oh, I know! Yoongi-hyung could help you take the pictures. He’s a better photographer than me anyway.”

Yoongi doesn’t even know what he’s being volunteered for. “What?”

“Chim needs help taking a couple of photos for instagram. It’s a sponsored post that’s due for review tomorrow. I thought I’d be able to help, but I can’t, so you don’t mind helping him, do you, hyung?” Tae explains before he shoves a twizzler in his mouth.

Yoongi turns to Jimin, kind of wishing to know what he was thinking for once, so he’d know if he even wanted his help. Jimin just gives him puppy eyes and a subtle pout the more he hesitates, so Yoongi takes it as he wants his help. “Sure, if you want?” he still says.

Jimin nods enthusiastically. “That would be really nice, if you’re not busy tomorrow morning?”

Yoongi shakes his head and goes to sit down.

Jimin doesn’t waste time before he leans against him. “Thanks, hyung, I really appreciate it.”

Yoongi smiles at him and tries not to get used to Jimin’s closeness and the I really like him he gets.

“Did you two just honest to god Lady and the Tramp ™ a Twizzler?” Hoseok asks Tae and Jungkook in disbelief. Yoongi turns to see Jungkook actually blushing while Tae gives a boxy grin.

“Can I play the damn movie?” Namjoon asks.

#

Yoongi shows up to Jimin’s fancy apartment building at the—earlier than Yoongi’s normally awake—time. It’s in a nice part of town and Yoongi’s not really sure what he expected from Jimin’s place of residence. Jimin comes down personally to let him in.

“Hey, hyung, sorry for making you get up so early,” Jimin says as a greeting.

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

They ride the elevator to the sixth floor, and Jimin lets him into a studio apartment that’s spacious and modernly decorated. They take off their shoes at the entryway before heading inside.

There’s large windows with floor length curtains that are open and letting in bright natural light, a large bed on a fluffy white rug that Yoongi would never keep in his room for fear of spilling coffee on it, as well as softbox lighting and camera equipment delegated to one corner of the apartment, except for the fancy camera on the tripod in front of the bed.

Yoongi glances at the camera and then raises an eyebrow at Jimin. Jimin laughs. “Hyung, it’s not for that. I was just taking test shots to see if I needed to change the camera settings. I was thinking we could do it on the bed so I needed to check the white balance.”

Yoongi never did get specifics on what he’s supposed to be photographing, and he’s starting to think that he maybe should have asked more than when and where. “So, what am I taking pictures of exactly?”

“Oh, I didn’t say? Oops. They’re toe rings.” Jimin looks down on his wiggling toes, and Yoongi catches the shine off the few dainty rings on his toes glinting in the sunlight. “You don’t have an aversion to feet, do you, hyung?”

Yoongi laughs. “I mean, not really. Jimin-ah, how do you even choose these sponsored posts?”

“They match my theme, hyung, and I think they’re nice, don’t you?” Jimin asks as he crawls on the bed and gestures to his toes. Yoongi looks at Jimin’s feet to see his toes have been painted in a leopard print design. His feet look soft like he just got a pedicure or something. No one’s feet should look cute, but Yoongi can’t help but think that’s how they look — cute, soft, and supple. The jewelry even looks nice on his short toes, elongating them and making them pretty.

“Sure,” Yoongi finally says and smiles at Jimin, trying not to laugh. He can see the camera tilted on the tripod and he doesn’t see why he can’t just use the tripod to take the shot from the way he’s got it set up, but Yoongi doesn’t question it.  

Yoongi takes the pictures following Jimin’s directing. He doesn’t have to have experience in photography to get the job done, but it makes understanding Jimin’s directions that much easier. Jimin’s only in shorts and he wants some of his legs in the shot. He hugs his knees to his chest with his arms around his smooth, shaven legs. Jimin’s tanned skin contrasts beautifully with the luxurious white bedding. Yoongi is only slightly distracted when he tries to make sure the toe rings are still the focal point of the picture.

When Yoongi finishes, and Jimin is happy with the pictures on the small display of the camera, Jimin switches the memory card in the camera and takes it over to his desk to put it in his computer and load the photos and edit them.

Yoongi watches as Jimin changes some of the settings on the camera before he puts it back on the tripod, grabbing the remote to it before he sits on the bed again. He pats the space next to him.

“Hyung, come take pictures with me,” Jimin suggests with a smile. Yoongi scrunches up his nose.

“Jimin-ah, no, I’m not photogenic.”

“Min Yoongi that is the biggest lie. You look good in every picture I’ve ever seen of you, especially the candids,” Jimin says sternly before he starts whining. “Come on, please, I won’t post them anywhere, hyung!”

Yoongi sighs, but he sits down on the bed next to Jimin, facing the camera. Jimin turns to face him, sitting with his legs crossed. Yoongi’s hand brushes Jimin’s smooth leg in the movement.

Gah, Park Jimin, you’re weirding him out! Be cool.

“Hyung, relax,” Jimin says to him before reaching out to find his hand. Yoongi lets him take it, finding it a little funny that Jimin is the one to tell him to relax considering his thoughts.

Of course he can’t relax, you’re forcing him to take pictures on your bed, you idiot. Why do you have to make everything so weird?

Yoongi can’t help but stare at Jimin in awe. His thoughts don’t match his outwardly calm expression at all.

Why is he still staring at me? Is he — Yoongi looks at Jimin’s unmoving lips and tries to imagine him saying his thoughts out loud — going to kiss me?

Jimin glances up into his eyes, and Yoongi doesn’t even realize he’s leaning in to kiss Jimin until Jimin moves in the rest of the way to close the gap between their lips. Jimin’s lips are warm and soft, and Yoongi’s own thoughts are so loud that he almost misses the hum of Jimin’s... excitement? — panic? Yoongi’s not really sure what it is.

Jimin’s thoughts are devoid of any words, the kiss seems to have quieted their loquaciousness despite the fact that both of Yoongi’s hands have found and are holding onto Jimin’s soft legs. Yoongi should be able to pick up even the quietest of whispers from the back of Jimin’s mind, but all he gets is a steady hum. Yoongi doesn’t really know what he’s doing, never having kissed anyone before, but he is prepared to follow Jimin, even if he can’t read what he wants in his thoughts. Yoongi just knows he doesn’t want it to stop.

He hears the sound of the autofocus Jimin must have turned on and the shutter, and he pulls back abruptly, letting go and distancing himself from Jimin before giving him an accusatory look.

“Oh my god, hyung, I didn’t mean to click the button, I swear. I’ll delete it. Please, I promise, see, look.” Jimin gets up to grab the camera and goes through the display to find the picture. “See,” Jimin says as he tilts the camera so that Yoongi can see the photo and he makes to delete it.

“Wait,” Yoongi says as he looks at the photo. He’s embarrassed as hell to have his first kiss photographed, but well, it’s not a bad photo. If Yoongi tries to not think about the fact that it’s him kissing Jimin then he’d almost think it was kind of cute. Not that he wants anyone else to kiss Jimin. Huh. He flushes. “Can you send it to me?” The kiss in the photo is gentle, like maybe they were both hesitant. Yoongi touching Jimin’s legs between them is just barely in frame.

“Seriously?” Jimin asks surprised. Yoongi just shrugs and nods. “Do you mind if I keep a copy, too?” Jimin seems shy all the sudden like he’s scared Yoongi will say no.

Yoongi scratches the back of his warm neck. “I don’t mind, but just, don’t post it anywhere, okay?”

Jimin bites his lip and nods. “Of course, I wouldn’t without your permission, hyung. I’ll, um, text it to you later.”

“Right, uh, you have everything you need from me, right?” Yoongi asks in a rush, suddenly wishing he knew what Jimin was thinking, but he’s too scared to reach out and touch him to see.

Jimin looks puzzled for a second.

Yoongi thinks of what he just said before he shakes his head. “For your post, I mean?”

“Oh, yeah, thanks for helping me.”

“No problem, but yeah, I should get going,” Yoongi stands and puts his hands in his pockets for something to do with them, feeling very awkward.

“Wait, hyung, I was thinking that since you helped me I could treat you to lunch or something?” Jimin asks nervously.

“Oh, uh, actually, um, I have work I have to do, so I really should get going,” Yoongi scrambles for an excuse, and takes his hands out of his pockets to keep them from dulling his senses. He’s uncomfortable and needs to digest what just happened. He doesn’t want to be rude, though. “Another time, Jimin-ah?”

“Yeah, okay, another time. Here, I’ll walk you out,” Jimin says getting up and padding his soft looking pedicured toes on the fluffy rug. Yoongi walks to the door and puts on his shoes.

“Bye, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says.

“Bye, hyung, thanks again,” Jimin says and he looks like he wants to go for a hug before he thinks better of it, slowly dropping his arms down and biting his pouting lip. Yoongi doesn’t need to be able to read minds to know that he’s confused. Yoongi decides to take a chance and move in for a hug. Jimin smiles and wraps his arms around Yoongi.

Thank God he’s not mad. I really like him. He smells nice, too.

Yoongi pulls away. He shoots Jimin a smile before he’s out the door.

#

“Wait, he did what?” Namjoon asks blinking around shock. They’re sitting across from one another at the table in their apartment.

“He took a picture of us kissing,” Yoongi says and scowls. “On accident.”

Namjoon laughs. “He did not. No way was that an accident. Were you touching him? I mean you had to have been if you two were kissing.”

“I mean, he wasn’t exactly thinking about it while we were kissing. He wasn’t thinking about much from what I could tell.”

“Oh? You sly dog. That good on your first try?” Namjoon jokes obnoxiously with more laughter than the joke warrants.

Yoongi just rolls his eyes and pulls his vibrating phone out of his pocket. He sees it’s a text from Jimin with an image attached before he unlocks his phone.

Jimin: I edited it a little. hope you don’t mind.

Yoongi smiles at the image, it’s pretty. They’re slightly backlit from the open window behind them, but not so much that you can’t make out their faces. The colors are more vivid than they were before. Yoongi can almost see the photo going well with Jimin’s instagram theme, but he trusts Jimin wouldn’t post it without his permission.

Thanks , Yoongi sends back. He almost says ‘it looks good,’ but he figured that would be a little conceited.

“Are you done, yet? I asked, why didn’t you go to lunch? I know you’re not going to do work until the dead of the morning anyway,” Namjoon says.

“Because!” Yoongi sputters, thinking of how to explain himself.

“Because why, hyung?”

“I don’t know. Everything happened out of nowhere. It was awkward, and I didn’t know what to say.”

Namjoon sighs heavily. “You just haven’t discussed anything with him. Of course it’s going to be kind of awkward. Every relationship always starts that way. That’s why you have to do things like go to get lunch and learn about each other and what you want. Besides, you have the advantage of being able to read his mind so you should be thankful.”

“Advantage? It’s not like I want to be able to read his mind. I don’t want to have to invade his thoughts everytime I touch him. How can you call it an advantage?” Yoongi asks, frustrated that his oldest friend doesn’t understand that.

“Hyung, I know, I wasn’t being serious. I know it’s hard for you, but what happened to you finding comfort in his thoughts? It can’t be that bad, is it?”

“Yeah, while we’re watching a movie they’re nice,” Yoongi admits. In fact, there’s never been a time where Yoongi was touching Jimin and he heard a thought he wished he could unhear. Yoongi likes the way Jimin thinks. It kind of feels similar to the way he thinks, like they match well.

“What, so when they’re about you and not a movie, they’re not nice?” Namjoon looks skeptical.

“No, they have been, so far, it’s just, what happens when they’re not? What do I do then?” Yoongi asks, and that’s one of the main reasons he’s held back from entering a relationship. That and the fact that he’s scared, but he’s not willing to say that aloud.

“People fight all the time, hyung, it’s normal to get into it every once in awhile.” Namjoon looks like he’s speaking from experience, but Yoongi can’t remember the last time he fought with Jin.

“Yeah, people fight because they say things they don’t mean. People don’t think things they don’t mean, Namjoon.” Yoongi lies his head down on the his arms in defeat. Namjoon reaches across the table to grab his bare arm.

I hate Yoongi-hyung.

“So you think I meant that?”

“Well you know about me, of course you can do that.What do you want me to do? Tell him?” Yoongi snorts, not seriously suggesting it.

Namjoon shrugs before he nods.

“No way, I barely know him and I haven’t even told anyone else yet.” Yoongi has no idea how Jimin would respond to that, if he would want to pursue anything with him if he knew.

“Well, hyung, it’s naive to think you can have a healthy relationship and not tell them about this large part of your life,” Namjoon says plainly, and Yoongi hates that it sounds only logical when he says it.

“Oh yeah, he’ll react to that well I’m sure. ‘Yeah, Jimin I can read your mind when we touch, just so you know...’”

“You don’t know until you try, hyung. You can’t know how he’ll react until you tell him.”

“And what, I suppose you expect me to tell everyone else, too?”

Namjoon shrugs. Yoongi sighs and puts his head down in his arms.

#

So Yoongi finds himself wondering what it would be like if he just told everyone. Yoongi’s been friends long enough with both Hoseok and Jungkook that he doesn’t think they’d drop him for being a freak. The only thing that’s made him hold off on saying anything is that he didn’t know how to tell them — still doesn’t, really — and then so much time had passed that he didn’t want them to be upset that he never told them. He knows those are stupid excuses, but they’re the only ones he has.

Namjoon had taken it well when he told him. He obviously didn’t believe him at first and made him prove it, but nothing was awkward. Namjoon came to accept it very quickly, especially when it was obvious that Yoongi didn’t go out of his way to touch him to read his thoughts and more often than not actively avoided contact at all. Yoongi thinks Namjoon knows he’s not that kind of person. He’s been around for a lot and knows the way Yoongi works.

He’s banking that Hoseok and Jungkook know he’s not that kind of person, too, when he decides to tell them at basketball.

Yoongi asks for the ball from Namjoon to stop him from dribbling loudly on the cemented court before their game. Namjoon, who probably only needs to see his nervous face to know what he’s planning, passes him the ball and shoots him a thumbs up. Hoseok and Jungkook are already looking at them questioningly.

“I have something to tell you guys,” Yoongi starts and Hoseok’s eyes widen.

“You and Jimin are together?”

Yoongi sighs. “No.”

“You do finally admit you like him though, right hyung?” Jungkook asks and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Guys, be serious for a second,” Namjoon says and Hoseok and Jungkook quiet down, looking a little worried now.

Yoongi’s been thinking about this, how he would tell them, and he’s never thought of a way of saying it that doesn’t sound outrageous. He sighs, knowing it’s better to just come out with it. He’s thankful that he has Namjoon here at least to help him convince them that he’s not crazy.

“I — There’s a reason I don’t like when people touch me. When I touch people, I can read their mind,” Yoongi says seriously.

Jungkook blinks and sends him a skeptical look. “Hyung….”

“It’s only when there’s skin to skin contact, and I try to avoid doing it if I can. I’d never try to invade you guys’ privacy,” Yoongi explains.

“Uh, wait, are you being serious?” Jungkook asks, dumbstruck.

“Hyung, is that why you always wear so many dumb layers? You know you’re going to eventually die of heatstroke if you always wear so much clothes,” Hoseok says.

“Yes, I’d rather die of heatstroke than listen to the way you guys think,” Yoongi grumbles at not being taken seriously.

“Hyung, you touch Jimin all the time during movie nights. I thought you just didn’t like us.” Jungkook grins and it gets even wider as he says, “I don’t believe you.”

“Trust me, he’s telling the truth,” Namjoon assures him.

“Wait, how long have you known about this? Hyung, why didn’t you tell us all together?” Hoseok complains.

“We don’t even know if it’s true, hyung. I think they’re pranking us,” Jungkook says to Hoseok before he turns to Yoongi and holds out a hand. “If you can repeat the sentence I’m thinking out loud then I’ll believe you.”

Yoongi sighs, but decides to just get it over with. He reaches out to grab Jungkook’s hand and is immediately assaulted with loud thoughts.

“Aish, Kook, you don’t have to scream it,” he complains.

“Oh, sorry.” The voice quiets down, and Yoongi can finally comprehend the repeating sentence. Park Jimin has a nice ass. Park Jimin has a nice ass. Park Jimin has a nice ass. Park Jimin has a nice ass.

Yoongi wrenches his hand back. “Why are you even looking at it?”

Jungkook looks surprised, but then he grins. “Hyung, I won’t believe you till you say it out loud.”

Yoongi scowls. “Park Jimin has a nice ass,” he deadpans and Jungkook and Hoseok laugh. Even Namjoon chuckles before Yoongi glares at him.

“Wait, hyung do me next!” Hoseok holds out a hand, and Yoongi would explain that it’s not a magic trick to be shown to people, but he figures it’s only fair. He grabs Hoseok’s hand.

I like Hoseok more than Namjoon and Jungkook. I like Hoseok more than Namjoon and Jungkook. I like Hoseok more than Namjoon and Jungkook. I like Hoseok more than Namjoon and —

Yoongi pulls away so he doesn’t have to hear it again. It was starting to get a little creepy, like Hoseok was trying to brainwash him. “I like Hoseok more than Namjoon and Jungkook.”

Hoseok beams, looking very satisfied with himself. Namjoon shakes his head, but thankfully doesn’t rub it in their faces that he knew about this long before they did. “Wahh, hyung, that’s so cool. Have you always been able to do that?” Hoseok asks curiously.

“Yes.”

“You were born with it? Whoa, does that mean you’re a mutant? You know, like X-men?” Jungkook asks in wonder. Yoongi snorts.

“Yes, I was born with it. No, I’m not a mutant. I don’t know. It’s just the way I am. Are we all good now?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook smiles and punches Yoongi on the clothed shoulder.

“Of course, mutant-hyung, we trust you and your secret is safe with us. Unless Tae asks why you’re so weird again then I’ll have to explain that you’re a freak,” Jungkook jokes.

“That’s not your secret to tell, Kook-ah,” Namjoon says sternly, and Jungkook waves him off to show he wasn’t serious.

“I can’t believe you told Joon before you told me, hyung, but I think it’s kind of cool,” Hoseok says, but he doesn’t seem really upset about it.

“Sorry. I wanted to tell you guys, but then I didn’t know how and so much time had passed — I know it’s not an excuse, but…”

Hoseok waves him off and swipes the ball from where Yoongi is holding it against his side with an arm. Yoongi takes that as a ‘play on.’

#

It’s a weekend when Jin is not in town that Yoongi gets a text from Jimin.

Jimin: Hyung, can I get your help with a photo again? Please, I’ll buy you dinner!!

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to respond affirmatively without even asking for further details. Despite leaving things awkwardly last time they saw each other, Yoongi can’t help but still want to see Jimin, even if he’s nervous about it. He’s still been obsessively liking Jimin’s instagram photos, and he spends several minutes of his day pouring over his phone looking at the photo of them kissing. But now he really needs to get a grip. He’s the damn hyung, he can show up and be the mature one. He can make it clear what he wants no matter how inexperienced he is with everything.

When Yoongi gets to Jimin’s apartment, dressed normally and not at all ‘dressed up’ — fuck you, Kim Namjoon — he expects Jimin to come out and let him in again, instead Jimin just buzzes Yoongi into the building. Yoongi has to text him to remember the floor and apartment he’s in, but he makes his way up. He knocks on the door, and he doesn’t have to wait long before Jimin opens the door hesitantly like he’s making sure it’s only Yoongi standing there.

“Hey, hyung,” Jimin says pulling him into the apartment and shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” Yoongi greets before he is kicking off his shoes at the door. The apartment has completely different vibes in the night with all the curtains shut. There’s two softbox lights setup all along one side of the bed, and Yoongi wonders if Jimin will ever ask for his help taking pictures outside of his bed.

Yoongi turns to look at Jimin before he realizes why Jimin didn’t come down to let him in. He’s in a short little pink silk robe that’s open to expose enough of his chest that Yoongi knows he’s not wearing anything underneath. “Uh,” he says dumbly, looking at Jimin up and down.

“Oh, um, I forgot to mention again? The photo is for a lingerie company,” Jimin says, biting his lip. “Is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Yoongi assures him quickly. Is it okay? He’s internally screaming at himself. What has he gotten into? Since when does Jimin wear lingerie? Yoongi’s mind is working in overdrive to try and compute these facts.

“Okay, good! You can help me pick a color to wear then,” Jimin says and he grabs Yoongi’s hand to pull him over to the bed where there’s a nice black box open with pink tissue paper and colorful garments inside.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yoongi looks scared. What am I doing?

Yoongi drops his hand, not wanting to invade Jimin’s private thoughts. Upon closer inspection of the box on the bed, Yoongi can tell that they’re lace pairs of panties. He can feel his mouth go dry. There’s three different shades of blue and a red pair. Yoongi doesn’t know how much of Jimin is going to be in the photo, but he thinks the baby blue pair looks nice with Jimin’s pale pink hair. He points at them, and Jimin grabs them and thankfully goes into the bathroom to change. Yoongi’s not sure what he would do if Jimin just got nude in front of him. He’s not sure if he could handle it.

When Jimin comes back, he still has the robe on. Yoongi’s really unsure of how to proceed and is grateful when Jimin places the camera in his hands. “Are you sure you feel okay doing this, hyung? It’s okay if not. I feel bad for not warning you.”

“No! No, it’s fine. I’m ready — I mean, I’m good to start when you are? Am I doing full body shots or?” Yoongi asks as he tries to remember that the camera he’s holding is really expensive, and his grip on it shouldn’t feel so shaky and loose.

“Just, whatever you think looks good, okay? I trust you, hyung,” Jimin says sincerely before he puts a knee on the bed before he unties his robe and shoulders it off. Yoongi watches as it falls to the ground, and watches Jimin crawl up the bed in nothing but little pair of cheeky lace baby blue panties. He swallows roughly before he remembers he should probably take the lens cap off and raise the camera to his eye level so it at least looks like he’s taking pictures.

Jimin grabs a pillow, putting it in his lap as he turns. He looks kind of shy, biting his lip. Yoongi tries to remember that while this isn’t Jimin’s first basically nude shoot, it’s probably a vulnerable position to be in, and he might feel a little uncomfortable. “You look great, Jimin-ah,” he encourages, snapping a picture when Jimin scrunches up his face and blushes terribly.

“Hyung! Don’t start yet. You can’t say that!” Jimin complains. Yoongi just laughs at the small bit of power it feels like he finally has, despite this whole thing being Jimin’s idea.

“What? Of course, I can. It’s the truth. You’re adorable,” Yoongi teases truthfully. Jimin just groans and takes the pillow out of his lap to turn around and scream embarrassedly into it. Yoongi gives Jimin a minute to compose himself, and himself a minute to unabashedly check out Jimin’s ass. It’s so round and unblemished and perky. The lace panties don’t leave much of anything to the imagination.

Jimin finally sits up so that he’s kneeling, running a hand through his hair and turns so his back is to the lights. The gentle lighting from one side is flattering, not that Jimin needs any help, and Yoongi can see the shot he wants before he takes the picture. Jimin closes his eyes and arches his back a little before Yoongi takes another one. He looks good, and Yoongi wants to reach out and touch him, feel his body against his own, feel it around his length, feel it under his gentle caresses and his not so gentle hands, taking what they both want and need. Yoongi is trying to remain professional, but he can feel his body betray him. His cock is hardening in his pants, and Jimin is looking at him now, thumb at his lower lip. Yoongi almost forgets to keep snapping pictures.

Jimin keeps posing, even turning his back to Yoongi and grabbing one of his exposed asscheeks. Yoongi dutifully continues taking pictures until Jimin starts whining and letting out soft moans. He’s lying on the bed belly down when Yoongi lowers the camera. Jimin only gets louder as he starts grinding into the mattress. Yoongi sets the camera down on the desk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he can’t take this anymore. He thumbs softly at Jimin’s ankle.

Want Yoongi to touch me. Why won’t he touch me? I’ll be so good. Am I not being good?

Yoongi grabs Jimin’s ankles and yanks him further down the bed to grab at the ass that’s been tormenting him, roughly massaging the handfuls he can grab until it starts to turn red.

Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, want him.

Jimin is vocal in his head and in real life as he doesn’t stop choking on moans. Yoongi moves so he’s sitting on the bed and tries to get Jimin to turn over from where he’s still grinding. Jimin takes direction well, turning over and letting Yoongi take one of his legs and put it on either side of him.

Please, please, want him to fuck me.

Yoongi wants to, but he doesn’t know how, doesn’t know what he’s doing at all. Just letting what he wants come to life in his actions. Yoongi’s hands stroke Jimin’s smooth thighs up and down as he moans out for more. Yoongi doesn’t let himself be rushed despite what Jimin is crying for or thinking about. He wants to memorize Jimin’s body and take his time for now.

Yoongi rubs at him through the lace of his panties, getting a hand on his length through the fabric before going on to cup at his balls. Yoongi teases his fingertips into the waistband and the leg holes of the underwear, feeling more of Jimin than he ever thought he would.

His hand spread up to grab at Jimin’s waist before trailing back down his thighs in long continuous motions. Yoongi hikes up Jimin’s legs, grabbing and fondling him through the lace. His thumb pulls the leg hole of the panties to the side, finally showing more of him. Yoongi can admire that all of him is so pretty before he lets the fabric fall back into its place. Yoongi lets his hand smooth all over Jimin’s torso as he continues to grab and rub at Jimin’s length through the now straining and wet fabric. He palms at him when Jimin’s writhing, repeating thought finally registers.

Take them off. Take them off. Take them off. Take them off. Take them off.

Yoongi ignores the thought and swats at the hands trying to take off the blue panties. Yoongi leans down, wanting to kiss Jimin’s lips again. He swallows Jimin’s pretty moan as he does. The kiss is more wet and open mouthed this time, but Yoongi still loves it. Jimin grinds up into him and tries to pull off Yoongi’s shirt before Yoongi sits back to play with Jimin again.

He can feel Jimin’s pleasure building every time he grabs him at the same time as he hears Jimin’s moans getting louder, too.

Yoongi’s never read someone’s mind through an orgasm, but when he’s caressing Jimin’s thigh and palming him through his panties trying to coax Jimin to come, he can feel it building in Jimin’s thoughts. The pleasure pulls in his own gut, and when Jimin finally comes on a whimper, Yoongi can barely massage him through it, too busy recovering from his own orgasm.

When he catches his breath he’s proud to see Jimin wrecked before he’s absolutely embarrassed at his own predicament. Jimin breathes heavy before he sits up to kiss him, and Yoongi kisses him back before Jimin reaches for his pants to try and return the favor. Yoongi breaks the kiss, panting before he squeezes his eyes shut with his face in the crook of Jimin’s shoulder as he realizes.

Fuck, did he come in his pants?

Yoongi pulls away at that. He moves to stand up. He moves to just run away again, but Jimin stops him.

“Wait, hyung, where are you going?” Jimin grabs at his wrist.

He can’t leave. I don’t want him to leave. Fuck, he’s embarrassed. I don’t want him to be embarrassed.

Yoongi sags at that before he sits back down.

“You can borrow some clothes if you want to shower. I was going to order dinner. Is pizza okay?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi nods, and Jimin kisses him before he gets up to retrieve a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “What about you? Do you want to shower?” Yoongi asks because he doesn’t want to monopolize Jimin’s shower.

“No, no, I’ll shower later. I’ll just — ” Jimin reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a packet of wipes to hold up. “Go ahead. Fuck, I can’t believe we did that with the lights on. Those light bulbs are expensive, hyung.” Jimin laughs.

Yoongi snorts and takes a deep breath, a little more comfortable with Jimin now than he was a minute ago.

When Yoongi gets out of the shower, there’s pizza. Jimin gets up to get him a drink and lets him sit on the couch in his borrowed clothes and pick a slice. The food is good and Yoongi doesn’t mind when Jimin nudges him with his foot.

“So that was your first time…?” Jimin asks. The question just seems curious, and not like he’s judging, but Yoongi can’t help but feel embarrassed.

He nods. There’s no use lying about it.

“I mean, why have you never — have you just not wanted to or…? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want, hyung, I’m just nosy! It’s all fine. Whatever you say, you know?” Jimin says seriously. Yoongi thinks about what Namjoon said about how he can’t have a healthy relationship if he doesn’t tell Jimin that he can read minds. And well, Yoongi doesn’t know what he’s really doing, but that’s what he wants. A healthy relationship seems like an ideal goal.

“No, I have wanted to. I, um, look I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t like to touch people because I can read their minds when I do?” Yoongi doesn’t know why it comes out as a question, but it’s out there now, for better or for worse.

“What?” Jimin asks seemingly a little worried.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to or I don’t want to touch anyone, but I just don’t because then I can invade their privacy and hear things I don’t want to hear,” Yoongi explains further.

“Have you read my thoughts?” Jimin asks.

“I mean, I can’t help it if we’re touching skin to skin. I can’t turn it off even when I want to.” Yoongi expects Jimin to freak out, and be angry that he’s been reading his thoughts, but Jimin isn’t at all.

“Oh my god, this whole time I’ve been forcing my thoughts on you. Hyung, that’s so embarrassing!” Jimin blushes, hiding his hands in his face.

“You believe me?” Yoongi has always had to prove it to everyone he’s told, but Jimin hasn’t asked.

“I mean, yeah? Why would you make that up, hyung? Besides earlier I didn’t do anything and you still got off — holy shit, you really got off on my thoughts?”

Now Yoongi squirms. “Is that okay?”

“What? You liked them, didn’t you? I don’t mind at all. I think that’s hot, hyung,” Jimin says as he reaches out to hold Yoongi’s hand.

Can you hear what I’m thinking right now?

“Yeah, I can.” Yoongi smiles at Jimin who looks impressed.

That’s so cool, hyung.

“You really don’t mind if I — ” Yoongi wiggles his fingers to signify his abilities.

Touch me and read me? Not at all. I like that you can read them. Makes things easier for me. I know that must get annoying sometimes, though.

“I don’t mind as much when it’s you, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin smiles widely.