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“I didn’t think you’d ever let your hair grow so long, hyung,” Jimin comments absent-mindedly, watching Yoongi tuck his hair behind his ear for what must be the hundredth time. The older man turns around in his chair to glance at Jimin with a little furrow in his brow.
“Do you think it looks bad?”
“No! No, not at all,” Jimin defends instantly, sitting up straighter on Yoongi’s studio couch. “I think it looks beautiful on you. You look so pretty- like a prince from a fairytale book.”
Yoongi swiftly turns back around to face his computer, and Jimin can’t tell if he’s upset or flustered until he speaks very quietly and tucks his hair behind his ear for the hundred-and-first time.
“So… you don’t think I should cut it?” he asks shyly, and Jimin tries to hide his smile because he doesn’t want Yoongi to think he’s making fun of him.
“No, I think you should keep it. Grow it out even longer.”
“I don’t know about that. It already bothers me at this length- it gets in my eyes all the time. That’s the main reason why I want to cut it soon.”
“Just tie it back.”
“If I tie it back all the time, what’s the point in keeping it long?” Yoongi sighs, and Jimin figures that’s a fair point. “I bought hair clips to use, but I haven’t figured out how to make them look nice.”
“Do you have them here with you? I can try, if you want.”
Yoongi rummages around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a small box of black bobby pins, and he shuffles awkwardly over to the couch, holding them in his palm very delicately. Jimin can’t help giggling at him, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just cute. C’mere.”
“Where should I sit to make it easier?”
Jimin thinks for a moment before patting his lap, and Yoongi rolls his eyes a second time.
“Stop it.”
“I’m being serious! It’ll be easier if I can look at you straight on,” Jimin defends, though he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t just like having Yoongi on top of him, especially when he’s all flustered like this. “Now stop being a baby and come here.”
Yoongi steps forward and starts climbing up onto the couch with his knees on either side of Jimin’s thighs. He places his unoccupied hand gently on Jimin’s shoulder, and the younger man grabs his hips to pull him forward until he falls heavily into his lap with a surprised little yelp.
“See? Isn’t that better?” he asks playfully, shifting his hips forward to adjust until Yoongi’s ass is nestled firmly in his lap.
“Don’t be a pervert.”
“I am capable of controlling myself, you know,” Jimin pouts, and Yoongi is the one who laughs this time.
“Hardly.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re a little prude. It isn’t like we haven’t fucked in here before a bunch of times- I seem to recall you being the one who has begged me for a quickie on this very couch on multiple occasions.”
“Alright! Alright, stop,” Yoongi begs, blushing pink all over his cheeks. His hair falls into his face again, but he doesn’t try to fix it this time. “Just do my hair.”
“Then stop being a brat,” Jimin scolds playfully before taking the box of hairpins from Yoongi’s hand. The older man doesn’t respond, but he shifts closer and squeezes Jimin’s hips between his thighs. Jimin wants to tease him about that, too, but then Yoongi might really change his mind about letting Jimin do his hair, so he bites his tongue.
“How do you want it styled?”
“I don’t know… just mostly out of my face. I’d like to try pinning it to the sides, I guess.”
He starts smoothing Yoongi’s hair down with his fingers, parting it more neatly down the middle. It’s still so unbelievably soft despite years of constant bleaching and dyeing- though Yoongi claims he doesn’t have a haircare routine. “It isn’t like I do anything special to it- I just use shampoo and conditioner.” Maybe he just has good genes.
It’s hard for Jimin not to let his fingers linger and tug on Yoongi’s hair as he’s brushing through the silky strands, but he did tell Yoongi he would behave, so he stops himself.
It isn’t easy, though, and Yoongi isn’t making it any easier by closing his eyes and humming every time Jimin’s fingernails scratch his scalp. He moans softly when Jimin drags the fingers on both hands through the back of Yoongi’s hair to work out any knots, and Jimin tut-tuts at him.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Making those little noises. Weren’t you the one who wanted me to control myself?”
“It just feels nice when you play with my hair,” Yoongi defends with a little pout. “It isn’t about sex.”
“It’s going to be if you aren’t careful,” he says, shaking a few hair pins out of the box to hold them between his teeth. Yoongi is one big blush now, and Jimin wishes he was strong enough to stop pushing his buttons, but he isn’t- not when the older man looks so soft and pretty like this.Telling Yoongi to sit in his lap was a mistake.
Jimin carefully tucks his bangs behind his ears before pinning them down, taking care to make sure they frame his face well. He’s staring down into his lap instead of looking at Jimin, so the younger man takes the opportunity to admire how beautiful Yoongi looks without getting yelled at for it. He looks so gorgeous with his hair like this that it makes Jimin’s heart ache, and he can’t help reaching his hand up to cup Yoongi’s cheek, gently smoothing his thumb over his soft skin.
“All done?” he asks, finally turning his gaze up, and Jimin isn’t surprised that even after all this time, he still feels the same excited little flutter in his heart every time Yoongi looks at him with his earnest, sparkling eyes.
“Yeah, all done.”
“Does it look good?” he asks, turning his head either way to give Jimin a better look. It’s so precious that Jimin’s heart aches once more. Everything Yoongi does is so endearing, and he seems to have no idea. Jimin thinks that’s part of why he’s so infatuated with the man.
“It looks beautiful. You’re so cute like this,” Jimin assures him, gently tugging on a lock of his hair near his nape. Yoongi smiles and covers his mouth, clearly trying to hold in a shy laugh.
“You’re serious? Because I was going to do a live after you leave and I don’t want to look stupid.”
“I’m serious. I can take a picture if you want to see it.”
“No, that’s okay. I trust you,” Yoongi tells him earnestly, and for some reason, that’s Jimin’s breaking point. That’s what makes his patience finally snap, and he pulls Yoongi’s face closer to his own by the back of his neck so that he can press their lips together.
Yoongi seems surprised at first but quickly begins to kiss him back, resting his hands gently on Jimin’s shoulders as he allows the younger man to move their mouths as one. It’s sweet and chaste, mostly- but then Jimin pulls back to take another look at Yoongi because he’s greedy, and he’s still got his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, cheeks stained red. So of course, when Jimin dives back in for another kiss, he works Yoongi’s lips open with his own to slide their tongues together and runs his fingers back into his long, silky hair, not caring at all that he’s ruining all the work he just did.
Really, it was hopeless that he’d control himself from the moment that Yoongi sat down in his lap- so he pulls away with a soft smack to tug the older man’s mouth open wider, resting a thumb on his bottom lip to peek inside of his wet, red little mouth.
Yoongi’s eyes flutter open prettily and he immediately closes his soft, blushing lips around Jimin’s thumb the moment that he pushes it into his mouth. Jimin’s cock jumps in his pants at the feeling of Yoongi wrapping his little tongue around his finger, and he sighs.
“You’re asking for it.”
Yoongi pops his mouth open to release Jimin’s thumb and shakes his head cutely from side to side, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
“I have things to do. No time.”
“Don’t be a tease,” Jimin means to sound stern, but it comes out whinier than he’d like. “That isn’t fair.”
“You kissed me first!”
“And you kissed me back, so I think it’s only fair that you take responsibility.”
Yoongi giggles softly, which only spurs Jimin on further.
“Oh yeah? So it’s my responsibility every time your dick gets hard?”
“It’s usually because of you, so yes,” Jimin jokes before pulling Yoongi in for another kiss. His lips are so soft and warm- it’s been much, much too long since Jimin has felt them around his cock, and it’s all he can think about.
He pulls away again to kiss down the side of Yoongi’s jaw, knowing well that it’s a surefire way to turn the older man into a little puddle. Jimin brushes his hair away to continue kissing down the side of his neck, and Yoongi starts squirming in his lap, already panting softly.
“Don’t- Don’t leave a mark. I have to be on camera.”
“I won’t,” Jimin promises, though it is admittedly difficult not to bite down into the pale column of his throat. “Just- Just- fuck. You’re so pretty, hyung.”
His hands start wandering, first wrapping themselves in Yoongi’s t-shirt before sliding underneath it to caress the soft skin of his belly, then lower again to feel gently for his cock, which is undeniably hard in his shorts.
Yoongi sighs when Jimin gropes him over his clothes, and the younger man moves his mouth up to his ear.
“You’re so hard already, chagiya. You’re sure you don’t want me to take care of you?”
Yoongi shakes his head again, shaking more of his hair loose along with it. “N-No, have- have stuff to do.”
“Stuff that’s more important than me? That’s hurtful,” Jimin pouts, but Yoongi seems like he’s past the point of bantering already. His gaze looks hazy and unfocused when Jimin locks eyes with him.
“No, but… I wanted to- to- you know, go talk to the fans and stuff. Because it’s been a while…”
“They can wait a little longer, don’t you think?” he whispers into the shell of Yoongi’s ear, and Jimin can feel the other man shiver in his lap. “You shouldn’t go live like this anyway, hyung- it would be indecent,” he continues on, brushing down the length of Yoongi’s cock with his thumb.
Yoongi sucks in a shuddering breath and hesitates for a moment before nodding his head, and Jimin smiles brightly at him.
“Yeah? You want me to make you feel good, baby?”
To his surprise, Yoongi shakes his head again, and Jimin is confused for a moment before Yoongi speaks. It’s quiet and slow like it always is when he’s worked up, and Jimin strains his ears to listen.
“Want to- to make you feel good.”
Another wave of arousal rushes through Jimin’s veins, this one burning hot.
“Yeah? Always so eager to please, hm? You love making me happy, isn’t that right?” Jimin continues on, knowing well that Yoongi is already up in the clouds. He nods eagerly, and Jimin kisses the corner of his mouth. “Get down on your knees for me, sweetheart.”
Yoongi clambers clumsily out of his lap and down onto the ground, and Jimin takes a moment to admire him- admire how sweet and small he looks kneeling between his legs, like an obedient little puppy. All Yoongi ever wants is to be useful- to be helpful. As long as you tell him he’s done well afterwards, the man will do anything you ask.
It used to frighten Jimin when they were younger, because he worried about Yoongi being taken advantage of. He’s a kind person- dangerously so. He’s very sensitive but hides it deceptively well. He’s the type to suffer in silence. He’s the type not to fuss when he feels overworked. It caused a lot of problems for him in the past, but he’s grown so much since then.
Jimin likes to hope it’s because the rest of them have been able to make Yoongi feel so loved and supported that he knows when he deserves better, now. He’ll still take any opportunity to inconvenience himself if it means making things easier on someone else, but he knows better when to reign it in than he used to.
His sweet, selfless personality and his tendency to hide his emotions were the cause of Jimin’s hesitation as he discovered more and more about his hyung over time- namely, that Yoongi likes being used sexually in the same way he likes to be useful otherwise. It felt strange at first to go out of his way to disrespect someone he respects so deeply, but he quickly realized that he likes it, too- likes when Yoongi is putty in his hands. He loves when he can see the exact moment that the older man turns his brain off and just exists, because it means he trusts Jimin enough to do that with him, and that means more than anything to him.
“Such a good boy, baby," Jimin praises, reaching down to cup Yoongi’s cheek. The older man nuzzles into his palm, eyes turned up obediently, patiently waiting to be told what to do. Jimin starts unbuttoning his jeans. Yoongi’s eyes are glued to his lap as he does, and he selfishly takes his time pulling his cock out just so he can appreciate the look of anticipation on his hyung's face for longer.
He's already so hard that his cock springs up rather aggressively when he pulls his pants down, and Yoongi startles cutely. It makes Jimin giggle.
"See how excited you make me, kitty?" he asks in a teasing manner, gently stroking his own cock as Yoongi continues to stare, obviously wanting to touch but knowing better than to do so without permission.
"I didn't even- even do anything special," Yoongi argues shyly, glancing up at Jimin’s eyes before quickly looking away again.
"Everything about you is special, chagiya," Jimin tells him, and Yoongi ducks his head down further to try and hide his shy smile. "Come here, baby- open up for me."
Yoongi shuffles closer and doesn't waste any time, quickly closing his mouth around the head of Jimin’s cock. His mouth always feels so hot inside, cheeks so soft and smooth. Made to take a cock between his lips.
He breathes a soft sigh when Yoongi starts sucking gently, going slow- always starts so slow, because he has to work up to it, which is fucking adorable, if you ask Jimin. He himself doesn't have an issue taking a cock in his mouth, down his throat- but his hyung has to take his time to get used to it each time, working his mouth open slowly and taking it in bit by bit until his lips are stretched wide and he's worked himself up into a trembling, gasping mess.
That's the other thing- Yoongi gets off on giving oral sex to a degree where Jimin often wonders if it might be a fetish for him, though it could just be wrapped up in his desire to feel needed and be useful. The number of times the older man has orgasmed untouched in his pants just from Jimin coming in his mouth is evidence enough that it isn't all for show.
Jimin had asked him once if he gets off on eating pussy just as much, and he had shyly admitted that his ex girlfriend used to make fun of him for it because he'd often not last long enough to properly fuck after he'd get so worked up from going down on her.
Jimin is absolutely sure she had no idea how lucky she was, but that's fine- Yoongi is well cared for now. Doted on and appreciated the way he should be. Never taken for granted or belittled for being who he is.
As he starts taking more of Jimin’s cock into his mouth, his hair starts falling into his eyes in little cascades, slipping out from behind his ears despite the hair clips' futile attempts to hold it back. He peers up through his bangs when he's taken nearly all of Jimin’s shaft into his mouth before tucking them behind his ears again, and Jimin’s hands move to his hair like a magnet.
He brushes Yoongi’s hair back out of his face and gathers it in his hand, gripping firmly as Yoongi lets out a soft little moan, letting his eyes fall shut once more.
"You want me to show you why you shouldn't cut your hair, sweetheart?" he asks, tightening his grip enough to make Yoongi gasp. He blinks his eyes open again and nods the best he can with a cock in his mouth. He looks so unbelievably pretty like this.
Jimin experimentally uses his grip on Yoongi’s hair to tug his head down further onto his cock, and Yoongi gasps through his nose. Jimin would maybe be worried that he hurt his hyung if he didn't see one of his hands move between his legs to paw at his cock.
"Just relax, baby. I'll do all the work, yeah?" he whispers reverently, watching as Yoongi starts squirming between his legs. He eventually settles bonelessly with his hand moving slowly over his cock in his shorts, peering up at Jimin with a desperate look in his eyes.
Jimin has seen it enough to know what it means- he's had enough practice reading his hyung's body language to know he's far, far gone. His eyes are pleading "Yes, please, use me." He communicates that way a lot- he's too shy most of the time to say those sorts of things out loud, unless he's being forced to.
But Jimin is feeling particularly fond today, so he doesn't make Yoongi beg for it- and maybe he's a bit impatient as well, so what?
He uses his grip in Yoongi’s hair to move his head up and down on his cock, and Yoongi just sits there, moaning softly with his hand on his cock. He sucks his cheeks in and flattens his tongue and otherwise lets Jimin fuck in and out of his mouth slowly, blinking his eyes open every so often to look up at him like he hung the stars.
It's a powerful feeling, but more importantly, it makes Jimin feel trusted. He knows Yoongi has been hurt badly in the past, and as out of place as it may seem, it's moments like these that remind Jimin of how well they've done giving Yoongi a safe place to be himself- to be vulnerable. To trust that he can show these sides of himself without being used or taken advantage of.
"Tell me if you need a break, yeah?" Jimin reminds him, though he knows it isn't necessary. They've had the same system for years- tap three times if he needs to slow down, twice to stop completely. It still makes him feel better to say it out loud. Yoongi nods- or he tries to, at least, but his head doesn't move very much with his hair in Jimin’s grip.
He closes his eyes again and relaxes, which is a clear invitation for Jimin to take over and do whatever he wants to do. So he pulls Yoongi’s head down further until the head of his cock starts to breach the older man's throat, pausing for a moment when his brows pinch together.
"Just relax, hyung. Let me fuck your pretty throat."
Yoongi whimpers softly and presses his thighs together, pawing more firmly at his cock in his shorts. Jimin starts slowly sliding his cock into Yoongi’s throat, watching his face carefully as he does.
It's so fucking tight that it's hard not to start fucking his hyung's face right away, but he knows Yoongi needs time to ease into it. He's trained his gag reflex away over the years, but he still gets overwhelmed if things move too quickly. So Jimin eases in, pushing slowly into the constricting passage as Yoongi starts breathing heavily through his nose, letting out garbled little whimpers in the back of his throat.
"Shhh, shh. You're doing so well, kitty. Making me feel so good, chagiya."
There are tears in Yoongi’s eyes when he blinks them open again, and Jimin takes a moment to admire them as Yoongi pushes his own head down further in one go, until his nose is pressed into Jimin’s pelvis.
"F-Fuck, hyung," Jimin gasps, bringing his other hand up to Yoongi’s hair as well, brushing his fingers through it to get a better grip with both hands. His hair is long enough that Jimin can wrap his fingers in it on either side, holding his head steady as he starts properly thrusting his hips up to slide his cock in and out of Yoongi’s throat.
He tries to start slowly, but it's difficult after so long without feeling his hyung swallowing and moaning around his cock. He ends up pulling Yoongi’s head down a little too hard and he coughs around Jimin’s cock, and the younger man panics, quickly pulling his head up by the hair. Drool drips down his chin and he's gasping for air, gaze cloudy and unfocused as he stares up at Jimin through half-lidded eyes.
"Shit- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Don’t stop- keep going," he begs, licking over his red, swollen, spit-slicked lips. "Pl-Please don't stop. You can be rough, it's okay."
"You're a dream come true," Jimin says aloud, though he means to keep it in his head. But he means it. "I don't know how to tell you how lucky I feel to have you in my life."
And Yoongi, to his credit, doesn't roll his eyes or laugh or yell like he usually does when any of them are mushy and emotional with him- he leans his head further into Jimin’s hands and sticks his tongue out, lapping gently at the head of his cock and making him gasp.
"Then show me."
And maybe it's strange for this to be an expression of love, but it is. Because Jimin knows Yoongi better than he knows himself. He knows he's been stressed and unsure lately- and he knows that making his hyung feel needed is what helps him remember who he is. That he's irreplaceable and loved.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you.”
“Good.”
He knows exactly what he’s doing and how much power he has over everyone around him, Jimin included- and Jimin doesn’t mind admitting that he’s too weak to resist it.
He pulls Yoongi’s mouth back down onto his cock and pushes right into his throat, and Yoongi coughs again, but Jimin doesn’t stop this time. He grinds his hips up to feel Yoongi’s throat constricting around him, moaning loudly at the feeling. The tears in Yoongi’s eyes spill over and roll down his cheeks, and Jimin tightens his grip in the older man’s hair before thrusting his hips up again and smushing Yoongi’s nose into his pelvic bone.
“I forgot that you don’t need me to be gentle with you because you’re such a fucking cockwhore- isn’t that right, hyungie?” He asks playfully. Yoongi is moaning in the back of his throat and sucking in wet, shaky breaths every time Jimin pulls his head back before thrusting in again. “You were probably on your knees for Namjoonie-hyung yesterday, weren’t you?”
Yoongi is whimpering and moaning around Jimin’s cock, surely unable to respond- but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?
“Answer me, sweetheart- don’t be rude.”
Yoongi whines, either from embarrassment or frustration- maybe both- but he obediently tries to answer, though it all comes out as a garbled mess of sounds that doesn’t do much more than send spit and precum spilling from his lips again to pool around the base of Jimin’s cock, then smear all over his own face in turn.
He’s a fucking mess. The visual is almost better than the feeling of his mouth around Jimin’s cock, still doing his best to suck and slurp and lick despite the fact that Jimin is fucking his face so hard that he can’t do much more than take it, at this point.
His eyes are rolling back and he’s trembling so badly that Jimin can see him vibrating at his feet. He’s still rubbing at his cock over his shorts but he hasn’t slipped a hand inside yet- because Jimin hasn’t told him to.
“Pull your pretty cock out for me- let me see it, chagiya. Wanna see you cum for me, and then I’ll cum for you too, yeah? That’s what you want, isn’t it? Want me to cum down your throat, hyungie?”
Yoongi makes a sound that can only be described as a squeal, which makes Jimin laugh, because it’s cute. It’s cute like everything else Yoongi does.
He can’t see very well, but he can see Yoongi’s hand moving faster between his legs now, and he almost sounds like he’s sobbing.
“Fuck, you sound so pretty, baby. Sound so pretty choking on my cock.”
Jimin allows himself to get lost in the feeling, because he knows he’s going to finish soon and he wants to give Yoongi what he wants; that’s all he ever wants to do. He wants to give him the world, because he deserves it- but his world is making others happy. Making Jimin happy, and Jimin feels blessed for it.
“You’re gonna make me cum soon- your mouth feels so fucking good. You’re such a good boy, baby, you make me so happy. Make me feel so good, chagiya.”
Yoongi’s moans break and he starts breathing rapidly through his nose, letting out high-pitched little keens as the motion of his hand speeds up.
“Come on, kitty. Cum for me. Cum with my cock down your throat,” Jimin encourages softly, and Yoongi’s wet, glistening eyes blink open again and his brow furrows as he orgasms into his own hand, shaking all over and crying a river of tears.
And Jimin is a simple man with simple weaknesses, and this is his worst one. Watching Yoongi unravel always unravels him too, until they’re a tangled mess of their reciprocated desires to make each other as happy as possible- make each other feel as good as possible.
He tightens his grip in Yoongi’s hair as he feels his own orgasm build rapidly in the pit of his stomach and branch downwards, until he can feel the tell-tale pull in his balls and his cock starts twitching in Yoongi’s throat.
He doesn’t want to drown his hyung so he pulls back enough to fuck shallowly into Yoongi’s mouth, focusing on the feeling of his tongue dragging along the underside of his cock.
“I’m- I’m gonna cum too, chagiya- gonna cum all over your tongue,” he gasps softly, groaning when Yoongi responds by sucking on the tip of his cock. “Do that again- harder. Suck harder.”
He barely manages to get the words out before Yoongi seals his lips around the head of his cock and sucks as hard as he can, using his hand- the hand he came into- to messily stroke the rest of Jimin’s cock as he begins to orgasm, legs locking up as he moans louder than he likely should be, but he doesn’t care anymore.
Yoongi keeps going once he’s finished, moaning in the back of his throat as he sucks his own cum off of Jimin’s cock as well, which is unbelievably sexy, and Jimin will probably have the image burned into his brain for the rest of his life.
He pulls Yoongi away by the hair more aggressively than he means to- but he just wants to kiss him so badly. Yoongi lets out a startled yelp when Jimin hauls him up by the armpits and onto the couch, pushing him down into the cushions as he presses a kiss to his lips.
His face is a mess and his mouth tastes like them both, and Jimin knows they should clean up and he should leave Yoongi alone so he can do what he wants to get done- but he decides to selfishly take another few minutes to kiss his hyung slowly, sliding their tongues together languidly- lovingly. Because he loves Yoongi so much that he thinks he’s addicted to him, and he has to force himself to pull away from their kiss to catch his breath.
Yoongi is panting softly and he’s still all red in the face, and Jimin can’t help smiling fondly at him as he reaches down to wipe the residual tears off of his cheeks with his thumbs.
“Thank you, hyung,” he says earnestly, pressing one last soft kiss to his lips before he leans up, and then he starts laughing when he sees how disheveled Yoongi’s hair is, fanned out in a messy halo around the couch cushion.
“You- You made a mess of my hair again,” Yoongi pouts, voice raw and raspy.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Jimin says, kissing Yoongi on his cheek. “Well… I guess I’m not that sorry, because you obviously liked it.”
“That’s not the point! I’m supposed to go live, remember? You have to fix it,” Yoongi nags, and Jimin reaches down to pluck the awry hair pins out of his hair.
“You don’t think army would want to see you like this?” Jimin jokes, giggling when Yoongi cuts an unamused glare up at him. “What? I think they’d love it.”
“Not funny.”
“Okay, okay- I’ll fix it, but you have to let me take a before and after picture for the group chat, at least.”
“No!” Yoongi exclaims, cheeks reddening once more. “Absolutely not.”
“Aww, come on, hyung- you look so pretty like this. It would be a shame not to show the guys.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Fine, fine. At least let me take a picture after I fix your hair again? Taehyungie will be so sad if he doesn’t get to see how pretty you look.”
“He’ll see it when the stream is posted.”
“That’s not the same,” Jimin pouts, and Yoongi sighs, but he’s obviously trying not to smile. And that’s the feeling Jimin has really been chasing, he realizes- the fluttering, buzzing joy in his chest when he sees Yoongi smile like that and knows that he feels as beautiful and appreciated as he is.
“Yeah, fine. But can you get me some water and something to clean up with, first?”
“Of course, hyung. You earned it after that- I thought you were trying to suck my soul out of my body.”
“Don’t be so crass!”
“I just came in your mouth, hyung,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “Drop the virginal maiden act.”
“Just go get me some water, brat.”
“Coming right up, your highness,” Jimin says with a flourish and a curtsy as he stands from the couch to do his pants back up. “Your wish is my command.”
“Right now I wish you’d hurry up,” Yoongi tries to say with a straight face, but he ends up laughing when Jimin does.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” Jimin sighs, making his way to the door to go fetch some paper towels from the bathroom and a water bottle from the vending machine down the hall. As he turns to open the door and step into the hall, he hears Yoongi speak.
“Jimin..?”
“Hm?”
He’s looking down at the ground, fidgeting with the string on his shorts.
“Just… wanted to tell you I love you. A lot.”
Jimin knows- of course he knows. He knows by every action that Yoongi takes, every time he goes above and beyond when he doesn’t have to. Each careful observation and silent gesture. And the confession is another gesture of love in and of itself, really- because he knows Jimin likes to hear those words out loud, even if he doesn’t like to say them himself. Truly selfless to a fault. The most caring person Jimin has ever known.
“I know you do, hyung. I love you, too.”