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Hunchback of notre damn must feel like this. Jimin cracks his neck, stiff and paining from how long he had been leaning over his huge tablet. His eyes had gone blurry few hours but he just squeezes them and continues.
"You still finishing it?" Taehyung walks in, munching on a big bowl of popcorn wearing a pair of pants that Jimin guesses must be 5x larger than his tiny waist.
Jimin glances up quickly.
"You look hideous" he quips and goes back to his work.
Taehyung pauses, eyes going down at his feet. He is not wearing shoes. That means everything is fine. He doesn't look hideous. Unfortunately, Taehyung forgets that his hair still has the remnants of colors from his last photo shoot. The venomous shade between pink that didn't fully washer over bile green.
It does look hideous.
"Hey…language!!" Taehyung grumbles. "You don't know...I could be sensitive about my hair"
"You're not, babe" Jungkook says, patting the space beside him and making some room for Taehyung to plop down on the couch beside him even though he continues reading a novel on his phone.
"I swear to god, he's been on that goddamn thing since I came," Taehyung complains. Jungkook nods absently, opening his mouth for Taehyung to feed him some popcorn.
"God, I need to send this today…" Jimin mumbles under his breath, giving the last strokes on the page furiously. "I am already so late"
"People like you are so unprofessional," Jungkook says without looking up. He closes the webtoon app he was reading and points at Jimin. "Where is the next chapter? Readers are waiting to see if King Tromai is the real heir or not? Where is the update?"
Jimin turns to give him a dirty look before returning to his tablet. "I will kill King Tromai and his entire bloodline, if you don't shut up!"
Taehyung snorts. Beside him Jungkook gasps, offended. "You won't…He is your hero" he turns to Taehyung with an innocent pout. "He won't…right, Tae?"
"Don't test me" Jimin warns and continues. "I am the author and designer of this series. I can and will do as I please" he points his digipen towards Jungkook with a smirk, emphasizing the threatening and .
Jungkook glares. Taehyung pecks his cheeks, finding the boy too cute for his own good. "Don't worry, love…Seokjin hyung won't let him do it"
Jimin deflates.
"No, he really won't" Jimin mumbles with a tired huff despite his previous threat. "I think I'll send this much for now…" he sighs as he scrolls through pages one by one on the tablet. "No way I could finish another page."
"Isn't it too much? Asking you to finish before schedule?" Jungkook asks.
"Another production house wants to turn this into a drama" Jimin replies, his eyes scanning the screen one last time before pressing send and putting the device to sleep before he stands up straight.
He stretches out with a quiet huff of air, massaging his sore muscles as he walks towards the fridge and pulls out a cold beer.
Jimin's house is huge, more than average huge with a small bar that has those small fancy glasses that one can put an umbrella in.
The only reason he has it is because all rich people have it and Jimin was rich. Jimin was very rich by all accounts.
So umbrella it is.
And because Jimin is rich, he also happens to have a giant sofa right in the middle of his luxurious living room so he doesn't understand why Taehyung would rather huddled into younger like a panda trying to preserve heat in winter than actually use the couch. But he neither points it out nor comments. Too tired, he walks towards the duo and sits down right across from them on the floor, reaching for the bowl and digging out a handful of popcorn kernels.
From his place, Jungkook looks thrilled. "Already? Who is it?"
Jimin snorts at the enthusiasm. "I don't know. Hoseok hyung will take care of it but they want to see some more reader reactions of the story…before making their minds but it looks like a done deal" Jimin rolls his stiff neck around, trying to get kinks out of the shoulder.
"Isn't the last one already airing?" Taehyung asks curiously. "What's the name…"
"Business of proposal" Jungkook tells excitedly. "It's also getting good reviews." He quickly pulls the webtoon website and shows the reviews.
Taehyung laughs, scrolling through a series of 4/5 and 5/5 heart ratings. "No wonder all those royalties are ringing cash registers"
Jimin's work is one of the top featured on storyboard - It has many loyal readers. Being a web novel artist was never a plan for Jimin - but sometimes a serendipity takes you on an adventure you didn't plan on embarking.
For Jimin that was taking one simple extra course. For extra credits.
He was a successful artist in many ways. He had the benefit of being both the author and artist of his webtoons but the real magic was Seokjin and Hoseok who were great at pitching his stories to drama production houses. After a few years of initial struggle, they set up their own publishing house.
Taehyung asks casually, changing the direction of their conversation suddenly. "Did you get the invite?"
He did.
"I am not sure." Jimin sighs tiredly. "It's been years and not like I was close to any of them"
"Of course not" Taehyung grins with an amused glint in his eyes. "You were too busy attending extra credit classes."
"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks, his pretty bambi eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Jimin here, didn't go out much back in college" Taehyung snatches the beer from Jimin's hand and takes a gulp of bitter liquid.
"But he said he used to hook up a lot"
"Hook up, sure! But dating…" Taehyung clicks his tongue, making a sound against his cheek. "Our Jiminie here was too busy pinning to actually go out with someone"
Jungkook looks at him questioningly but Jimin only shrugs his shoulders, amused.
"What was the name…?" Taehyung tilts head trying to remember. "Yoojin…Yoo Hi…"
"Yoon...gi." Jimin says. The long forgotten name still rolls easily off his tongue "Professor. Min. Yoongi" Jimin leans back on his elbow, resting against them.
"Ah…yes" Taehyung nods at recollection, turning to Jungkook. "You see baby, back in college, Jimin here was crushing hard on one of our teaching assistants, Min Yoongi. He went through it for that guy…"
"A TA?" Jungkook's eyebrows fly to his forehead and then a little above that.
"Yup" Taehyung snorts at the scandalized look on Jungkook's face. Damn, he was very cute and the fact that he never had any idea about it made him that much cute.
"Saw him go through all stages of it…" Taehyung shakes his head, bringing his attention to the more pressing matters at hand, that is, discussing the details of Jimin's past crushes.
"Really?" Jungkook asks, his curiosity spiking. "But you told me hyung was a popular guy"
Jimin's head falls back with an amused laugh, his shoulder exposing as the loose shirt falls off shoulder. He smiles mysteriously but doesn't comment on that because it is true. Jimin was a popular guy, he was getting laid every so often but he never went out with anyone twice. He was too free spirited in college to do commitments. Besides, he had a type…
"No, no kidding" Taehyung giggles. "Saw him go through the grill trying to seduce the TA. It was hilarious and pitiful at the same time! He spent two years lusting after the man"
Jungkook looks at Jimin, quietly asking to continue and explain.
"I think I never tried so hard to get into someone's pants," Jimin laughs heartily. "Hell, I even used to dress up just so he pays attention to me…those fuck all tight pants that I knew fit my ass"
"Your ass is a god's hand crafted gift" Jungkook makes a critical observation. "Did it work?"
"Nah, he would just not take a hint," Jimin sighs, even though a fond smile stays on his lips. "I gave up last semester."
"Didn't look like Yoongi was into being seduced by some student like Jimin was even if he was a campus star..." Taehyung answers, rolling his eyes, his giggle making it worse for the exhausted boy. "God, Jiminie, you went through all stages of attraction, lust, longing, denial and all that for him."
"I had such a fucking crush on him…" Jimin laughs so freely at the memories. "Fuck, he was a pretty thing."
"Crush?" Taehyung snorts as if it was something funny. "Dude, you wanted him to rail you two ways to sunday. In fact, didn't you make an explicit comic about it too..."
"Taehyung, honey," Jimin says sweetly, pulling the popcorn bowl towards himself. "we don't talk about that..."
Taehyung sticks out his tongue like a kid. A few moments later, he takes a more serious tone. "How many years has it been?"
"I dunno man…it's all so long back." Jimin smiles fondly. It sounds so nice, those memories. "University seems like a long lifetime ago..."
"That's why you should come," Taehyung suggests. "Who knows you might meet some new pretty TA?"
Jimin snorts.
"I'll think about it" he gives a non committal response, finishing his beer and getting up. "Y'all up for dinner. I'll order"
"Pizza hyung" Jungkook says excitedly. "And order those cute cupcakes too, hyung ..the velvet ones…" Jimin smiles dialing in. He loves these dumbasses.
The invitation peeks through an embossed silver envelope kept on the table among several other letters from different people.
Jimin touches it tenderly, grazing the words lightly with his finger as he repeats the order. The thought of Min Yoongi brings back certain memories. Memories that make him giddy but also warm with something more. Memories of a man rushing across corridors, bitter dark americano in his hand and eyes hidden behind thick rimmed glasses.
Long coats and bedroom voice.
It brings back the faint memories of Min Yoongi's cat-like eyes and his faded perfume.
His veiny hands and ...
He doesn't think some new pretty TA could hold a candle to Min Yoongi. Especially not the way he could kiss Jimin breathless and wanting more.
Yeah, Jimin bites his lips between his teeth at the memory.
That's the part Jimin never told anyone.
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"Anything interesting you want to share with class,Mr. Park?"
Min Yoongi had a raspy voice, gravely and so soft when he spoke. Sweet like honey on the tongue. It makes time move slowly like listening to rain on a lazy day. Jimin always felt mesmerized by his voice, the timbre of it, the way words fall from TA's lips or it could just be his new kink. Is voice kink even a thing? He bit his lips, exhaling slowly like a hopeless romantic he is.
Beside him, Sun Mi hid her laugh behind her fist.
Jimin glared at her from the corner of his eyes. It's not like a lot of people knew of his fat crush on the professor. Sun Mi was just sharper than others. Or at least that's what Jimin would prefer to think.
"Nothing Mr…Min" His voice came out timid and his face flushed. An anomaly for him but then the Prof had this effect on him since the moment he stepped in his very first class.
All because Jimin wanted some easy credit classes.
"I am sure this isn't the most interesting course Mr. Park but constantly looking at the clock isn't, unfortunately, going to make time go fast" Min Yoongi chuckled with a slight tilt to his head, adjusting his thick black rimmed glasses on his nose with his middle finger.
The students stared at him, a little wide eyed, probably because straight-laced TA rarely made jokes in the class.
The action drew Jimin's eyes to his hands and Jimin gulped, throat dry and he unconsciously rubbed his neck.
Min Yoongi's hand tapped against his temples, he had slender fingers, graceful and long.
Jimin liked the way Min Yoongi looked. He wasn't a tall man, but his shoulders made a difference - somehow made him look bigger, always dressed in formals, ever the gentleman but somehow he was more handsome today.
An indigo shirt without a tie, a more casual look which is unusual for the man. Min Yoongi always dressed impeccably despite being just a TA. His sleeves bunched up to his arm showing his veiny hands in their full glory.
Something about the way Min Yoongi's hand animates when he talks passionately about his subject sends shivers down his spine. He has wanted those hands wrapped around his ….
Not in the fucking class, Jimin! He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts.
This is pathetic. Jimin thought. A sigh escaping his lips.
Prof Lee's class is what was popularly known as "Easy A" in the university. Nobody actually cared about class on narrative structures. It was just some extra credit. Jimin, just like all others in his batch, thought it wouldn't hurt to get some extra credit. What's the worst that could happen?
Prof would ask them to watch a movie or Netflix series to write a summary on?
Jimin laughed it off but that was before first class on a Thursday and instead of the old professor, walked in on a pale guy with a brown folder tucked under his shoulder.
“I’m the new teaching assistant - Min Yoongi.”
Fuck, He is kinda hot. Jimin thought.
It started as a cute crush.
Jimin even laughed about it with Taehyung. Such a porno cliche!! Having hots for professor.
But then, Jimin started liking it.
A bit too much. The thrill of chase.
Watching the professor lean closer than necessary to explain something Jimin asked.
He liked teasing Professor Min, testing him, pushing his buttons only to catch the elder man roll his eyes and shaking his head.
It all felt like a convenient game of distractions. Jimin wore pants that fit snug against his long legs, hugging them nicely, showing his nice waistline…shirts that made his collarbones pop up and just a tint of gloss to make his lips look fuller.
He liked how TA looked at him sometimes.
Only a few times, but Jimin is sure he has caught the man staring at him. More than once. More than twice. More times than Jimin remembers.
Eyes a little too intense in those stolen moments. Time slowed.
Jimin wasn't sure if TA was gay but a few students speculated. Rumors in the college were - not always true but Jimin has witnessed with his own eyes the female professors trying to be a bit too close and Yoongi politely distancing them.
It could be professional but he liked the occasional banters that bordered just a little too close to flirting when he went to see the elder under the fake excuse of needing help.
Min Yoongi stayed a gentleman, as professional as ever. Supportive and patient with his explanation. He never showed Jimin any more attention than he did for others.
Jimin enrolled for Prof's classes every semester for his last two years, trying every trick in the book of flirting to tease the man but the man had nerves of steel.
Jimin was free-spirited. Didn't care much about rules, liked breaking them ever so often. He was just another guy in university enjoying the last taste of his rebellious youth. Somehow having a crush on a fucking professor's assistant was exactly kind of kink that would be right up his ally.
Jimin didn't think much about it and the man showed as much interest in Jimin's flirting attempts as a cat shows in its owner, which is to say - not much.
So amidst all the sighs and daydreaming, Min Yoongi remained an elusive mystery to Park Jimin.
The rustling of paper bought his thoughts back. The class was about to end. Yet another day when Jimin should have gone back home and helped himself with just the fantasies of the man.
Min Yoongi began to collect the papers on his desk as his eyes scan over the class. "Before I close the class today, I want to thank you all for your a great year"
The class groaned collectively.
"Come on, hear me out" Yoongi smiled.
"It has been a great experience with you guys. I had a truly great year with you. I've enjoyed our classes." Yoongi looks around, clasping his hands together and rubbing them. "But just as you guys will be moving ahead, I should too. So do well in exams, I hope you enjoyed this class as well. Today is my last class so I wish you all the best luck ahead in the semester."
"What?" Jimin spoke before thinking, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach.
Yoongi looked up, surprised. Then, his lips curve around a sly smile. "I'm taking a break to …" Yoongi rasps. "Pursue personal goals, Jimin-ssi."
"What goals?" Sun Mi asked, thankfully before Jimin could say anything.
"Are you taking up another position?" Another student from the back bench shouted loudly.
Yoongi laughed, moving more towards the center of the class. "Not really. But I want to work with some of my industry friends"
"That a fat cheque?" Da Mi shouted casually from behind.
Yoongi chuckled at that. "Fat enough"
"Another soldier fell to capitalism" Someone joked and the class laughed but Jimin was too stunned by the news to say anything even when Yoongi let out a chuckle too.
He swallowed the feeling of sudden loss. Not that Jimin was in delusion that this little flirting back and forth was going to last forever but this was too sudden.
Jimin wasn't ready. Yet.
He didn't know why it felt so wrong. It was just a stupid crush and yet, Jimin felt a strange emptiness at the idea of not being able to see Yoongi anymore. Maybe he just got too used to the idea of Yoongi. He became a part of Jimin's routine without even a notice.
Jimin never liked goodbyes. He hated it when things happened suddenly. When people suddenly left. Suddenly changed. He wasn't good with surprises.
For all his free spirited ways, Jimin was essentially someone who believed in the mythical lores and fairy tales and preferred children's books over textbooks.
Jimin wasn't too complicated. Hell, he would say he wasn't even too ambitious.
He liked people and wanted to be liked in return.
"You are going?" Jimin asked, the backpack hung from his shoulders, once a round of "Good luck, prof" was over and he was the only one left behind, speechless and still in a bit of shock.
Yoongi looked up from his papers. "Yeah"
"Why didn't you say that earlier?" It came off like an accusation. Yoongi stared, probably surprised at the rude tilt in the younger's voice.
Jimin didn't understand the reason. It was irrational. Illogical. Ill whatever that he can't make sense of and lacked will to search the dictionary for. The TA didn't owe him any explanation. He owed him nothing and yet his hands tightened around the strap of his shoulder bag.
He should apologize probably, but then ~
"Was I supposed to tell you?" Yoongi asked, eyes falling down Jimin's lip for a moment. "Jimin" , his voice dropping an octave.
Jimin gulped. The voice was such a pure melody but the way the elder whispered his name made his blood rush in his vein. His own name sounded like a siren call.
"I mean it's mid semester…can't you stay till the end at least?" Jimin tried not to lose his composure. His face though burned, heat rising to his cheeks making him feel warm.
A small smile curved at his lips as Yoongi continued staring.
Jimin's heart rate pounded loud against his ribcage under intense gaze, his breath caught up in his throat but he waited, eyes wavering as he looked at Yoongi.
Yoongi would just walk away from this conversation like it never happened. Jimin knew only -
Yoongi turned quietly from where he stood, taking a measured step toward Jimin, almost like a predator, hands stuffed in his pocket as he walked slowly towards him. Instinctively, Jimin stepped back, stumbling as his ass hit the desk behind him. Hands coming to grab the corner.
His eyes widened as he watched Yoongi lean into him, far too close to be considered decent, his lips ghosting against his ear.
Yoongi put his hand on the table through the gaps between Jimin's arm. So without as much as touching, Jimin was effectively caged by the man.
Jimin's breath quicked. He has never been this fucking close to TA even though they tip-toed around that blurry line on rare few occassion. It was just Yoongi's words against his.
"Didn't know you wanted me that much," Yoongi whispered. Jimin's eyes almost fluttered close. A moan almost escaped his throat at the proximity.
Almost. Jimin bit his lips hard.
Yoongi pulled back, giving Jimin a look as if he was challenging Jimin to make a move.
Jimin, fuck, for all his brave attempts at pushing TA's button, stood frozen - unable to form a single coherent thought.
Yoongi waited, hands still around Jimin, placed over the desk but his tone was so casual Jimin forgot how to respond.
Jimin tried to find some sort of reply but nothing came out.
The man smirked, lips curving at the corner as if he fully knew the effect he had on the younger. Confident and so sure as he leaned back. Hands retreating carefully, leaving Jimin gasping and feeling hot. He is sure he is fucking blushing.
Nothing has ever prepared him for Yoongi being so near. It was always Jimin trying to flirt with the man. Pushing his boundaries. Teasing him.
How come Jimin never noticed? Min Yoongi wore a light perfume - something earthy and sensual. Jimin inhaled, eyes fluttering close at the way perfume lingered around them.
It smelled enticing. Something that was inexplicably Yoongi.
He heard the chuckle before Yoongi lightly pressed his lips against the throbbing pulse at his neck.
Jimin squeezed his eyes, neck stretching further before he could stop himself, exposing it more for Yoongi to take.
"Yoon…sir" He whispered, hands coming to grab the shirt in a small fist.
"Careful what you wish for, little bird…" Yoongi whispered. He nipped at Jimin's neck playfully before backing away and leaving the room.
Jimin stood in the empty classroom stunned, trying to understand what just happened before a sudden realization dawned on his hazy brain.
This was the first time Yoongi ever said something like this.
Min Yoongi knew. Fuck, he knew.
It must have been adrenaline coursing through him, Jimin was bolting out of the classroom door.
There were only a few students in the corridor. Jimin caught sight of Min Yoongi just as he was turning at the corner towards the section where the teacher's offices were lined up.
Jimin ran after him towards the empty corridors. It wasn't long until Jimin reached him. He grabbed the elder's wrist, turning him around.
"Professor!" The word slipped from his mouth without thought.
Min Yoongi halted.
He looked shocked just for a mere second before an amused smile spread to his lips slowly. "Is there something I can do for you?" he spoke politely as always, as if he hadn't just set Jimin's pulse on fire. He raised an eyebrow mockingly, daring.
Jimin wanted to pull his hair in frustration. He liked it better when he was calling the shots. He liked being in control but Min Yoongi makes him want to work for his attention and fuck, Jimin loves that confidence. Craves Min Yoongi's attention.
Jimin once read that there were billions of neurons and nerve cells in the human body, that they all work seamlessly together to help us better understand the world around us.
At that moment, every one of the functioning brain cells decided to unionize and protest against working.
"Yes," JImin replied, already breathless from how fast he ran across corridors, chest moving visibly every time Jimin took a breath.
With no thoughts in mind, Jimin stepped forward and ~
A quick brush of a kiss, closed lip. Gentlest of the touch. Jimin doesn't remember having kissed someone so chastely. One might even call it innocent but Jimin felt like his heart might explode and that everyone can probably hear how loud the sound is.
Yoongi seemed to have stood in his place, frozen. His body stiff and muscles rigid as he stared at Jimin.
Jimin retreated quickly, his muddled mind screaming at him in horror of his impatient action.
Fuck, he kissed Min Yoongi.
No, He kissed the TA!!! Fuck…
"I am …" Jimin hesitated, coming to his senses belatedly but the words were barely out before the TA tugged him closer, pushing him against the nearby wall in one sharp fluid motion. Jimin yelped, hands going over the elder's chest to keep a balance.
"Should I teach you how it's done?" Jimin's head snapped up as Min Yoongi let out a soft chuckle and grabbed Jimin's shirt. He grazed Jimin's lips, softly, teasing the sensitive skin with pads of his thumb.
A shiver went down Jimin's spine, making the hairs on his neck get up, eyes fluttering close as he tried to breath through his nose.
Min Yoongi waited forever, staring at the boy caged between him and the wall. Jimin felt heat crawl over his cheeks.
Yoongi smirked, tongue poking through his cheek before he leaned in, his soft breath ghosting over Jimin's lower lip without any real kiss. Jimin's lip parted and Yoongi took advantage of it. Just the softest of brush, but nothing innocent about the way he flicked his tongue over the younger's lips. Teasing Jimin.
Jimin squeezed his eyes close. His nerves alight with fire.
"You make them wait a bit" The TA pulled back with a smile, eyes still glinting in amusement.
Jimin felt his pulse sky rocket, the warm breath fanning his cheeks before Min Yoongi leaned away.
Jimin's eyes snapped open in surprise. He glared at TA in annoyance.
"Want me to kiss you?" Yoongi whispered in a low husky tone, amused at Jimin's little show of anger. " Little bird " he teased softly, a sly smirk playing on his lips, a teasing glint behind his eyes that looked at Jimin.
Jimin tried desperately to keep himself calm but Yoongi's voice coaxing with that sweet endearment was making him feel giddy. Jimin could only nod. "Ye..s"
Words lost their way the moment Min Yoongi leaned in, smashing his lips against Jimin's. He kissed him hungrily, lips parting and sucking against Jimin's bottom lip. Jimin opened his mouth, letting Yoongi take control almost as if it's the easiest thing to do. He could taste the lingering traces of bitter coffee in the kiss but Jimin didn't care. The way Yoongi kissed him overpowered anything else. Elder licked his bottom lip before his tongue played with Jimin's. His hands pushed against Jimin's waist, pinning him to the wall behind.
Jimin groaned unconsciously as Yoongi deepened their kiss, lips bruising a little roughly before Jimin could respond more.
He let Jimin have a taste but not his fill. Jimin leaned into the kiss unconsciously, wanting more when Yoongi pulled back.
"Be quiet" Yoongi murmured against Jimin's lips.
Jimin's eyes barely opened before he heard a click. Yoongi looked around quickly and then pushed him inside the room.
Jimin stumbled back, unprepared for the door to open.
Yoongi closed the door behind him with his legs and latched his lips on Jimin's neck, pushing him against a nearby wall.
Jimin followed, stepping back as Yoongi kept walking until his back hit the wall. Yoongi pinned his hands above his head before smashing their lips in a hungry kiss.
Jimin groaned, feeling the kiss right down to his bones. Not sure if the adrenaline high was just the excitement of doing something forbidden in this disregarded room or the fact that after two fucking years - Jimin finally riled Yoongi enough to make the man lose his calm.
"You've got a sassy mouth, birdie" Yoongi kissed his jaw. The endearment spoken with a fondness laced annoyance.
"Yoon..Sir" Jimin hesitated for a moment, not sure how he should address the man, but too into the moment to give up.
"You can call me by my name" Yoongi mumbled against his lips, cutting off his complaint. "Might be too soon to call me sir" he teased, hand holding Jimin's securely above.
Jimin felt his ears burn but he grinded his hips instinctively, feeling a sense of relief wash over him when he felt Yoongi's hard erection over his clothes.
Jimin moved faster.
"Fuck" Yoongi growled at the impatience. "keep your hands up there." He ordered, cat-like eyes narrowed at Jimin as he let his hands travel down his chest. "Don't move."
Yoongi squeezed Jimin's ass, kneading it and even through the rough fabric of his Jean, Jimin felt a pleasured gasp leave his kiss swollen lips.
Yoongi smirked at him, trailing his mouth from Jimin's jawline all the way to his ear, making Jimin tremble. "Fucking tease, aren't you?" Yoongi taunted, the sexy drawl of his voice turning Jimin into a mush "Is this what you want Jimin?"
Jimin felt a scorching fire coursing through him, shame and excitement muddling his lust fuelled brain.
"Don't you?" Jimin said, wanting to rile Yoongi more once the initial shock turned into fuel for his desire. He arched slightly, caging Yoongi's thighs between his legs, letting his hips grind against Yoongi's groin. A moan fell through his lips when Yoongi squeezed his ass, growing hard beneath his trousers.
Yoongi's fingers dug harshly into his hips. "Go on…"
Jimin felt his breath hitch at the action, dick twitching in his pants. Yoongi kept holding Jimin still as he reached down. His hands grazed against the hem of Jimin's pants before he pulled the elastic of underwear.
The sound of snap echoed in the room.
"Ahhh" Jimin yelped at the sudden unexpected action and mild sting.
"Like that?" Yoongi taunted, rubbing his cock lightly over their clothed crotch.
It felt sensitive and hot all at. Jimin whined in response.
Without another word, Yoongi unzipped Jimin's pants in a smooth move and dragged his underwear down. It fell down at his feet.
Jimin bit down his bottom lip when Yoongi took his shaft in his hand and began stroking his cock, slowly at first, teasing Jimin as he kissed his neck.
"Fucking beautiful" Yoongi whispered picking up the pace gradually and pumping Jimin harder. Jimin gasped, hands still obediently raised above his head and back arched. Yoongi's hand felt good. The image of his cock in the elder's hands made him hot and Yoongi had only just begun.
"Fuck…." Jimin whined. Yoongi chuckled, his breath hot against Jimin's ear.
"I'm going to make you feel good, birdie." Yoongi said.
Jimin felt like he could melt, the endearing term seering into his brain. Jimin moaned, wanting more, fingers curling into a fist and finally arms falling around Yoongi's neck. Jimin kissed him as Yoongi stroked faster, spreading pre-cum on the head and rubbing it. His stomach coiled with a familiar tension building up.
"Want more...Yoongi" Jimin pulled Yoongi closer, hands unbuttoning his shirt in a hasty uncoordinated way before he pushed the collar aside enough to leave a trail of hungry kisses across his skin.
Yoongi grunted in response. Hands picking pace, stroking Jimin faster, spreading pre-cum on its length.
"Look at me"
As if Jimin could look anywhere else while Yoongi was so close. He looked better than every 1080px HD dirty dream Jimin has seen in vivid detail since knowing the man.
"Ahhgg...." Jimin took a shallow breath, heat pooling in his gut. He pulled Yoongi closer when his words failed him, trying to kiss him somewhere between his moans and Yoongi's grunts.
Yoongi played with the head of his cock, fingers grazing on the head of skin above hard length. He hummed when Jimin yelped and took a deep breath, trying to catch up with his own heart rate.
"You too...want you to feel good too"
Yoongi looked up, a momentary surprise flashing across his face.
"I want to make you come too," Jimin said, desperate to watch Yoongi come for him. "Let me …"
Jimin reached for Yoongi's belt, unbuckling it from its hook and carelessly dropping it on the floor and unzipped his pants.
Fuck. Jimin thought.
Yoongi's cock felt heavy, hard in Jimin's hand, the length bigger than his hands could wrap around fully. The sight made Jimin gulp, a desire to get on his knees and take it in his mouth over came but then…
"Not now, birdie" Yoongi whispered, confidence shining through his voice as if he somehow read Jimin's mind.
"I want to…" Jimin whined. "Let me blow you…"
Yoongi paused, looking at Jimin with heavy eyes, hands halting where they were stroking Jimin's cock.
It made Jimin gulp nervously. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say but then without a warning, Yoongi crushed their lips, roughly, forcing Jimin to part his lips and open his mouth for Yoongi to take. His hands resumed even more desperately than before as he began to pump Jimin's cock faster.
Jimin felt the blood rush in his veins, his skin warm and sweaty. A loud moan left his lips as Yoongi kissed him hungrily.
"You have no idea, Park…" Yoongi hissed between the heated kiss and heavy gaze. Hands tugging on Jimin's hair, pulling it roughly between his fingers, tugging Jimin's head just enough to make him look up in Yoongi's eye.
"But this is so far we go…" he gritted.
Yoongi pressed further between Jimin's open leg, taking both of their cocks in his hand as he began to stroke them together. His large hands making the slide much easier.
Jimin moaned at the sight. "Yoongi" he called, breathless and sweat glistening over heated skin, back arching against Yoongi's chest and fingers curling into Yoongi's hair as his hips jutted forward seeking friction.
"Yoongi…harder" Jimin whined, trying not to sound too desperate but failing miserably. Yoongi smirked devilishly at that, as if aware of how desperately Jimin wanted to come.
"Can't be greedy now. Can we?" Yoongi taunted, seemingly enjoying Jimin's pleasure a little too much.
Jimin didn't respond. He pulled Yoongi by his collar and kissed him angrily. Hungry and demanding till he got Yoongi kissing him back the same way. In a moment of lust fogged boldness, Jimin squeezed Yoongi's ass, pulling him flush against his crotch. The gasp let out by Yoongi made Jimin feel smug.
Yoongi isn't clearly as unaffected as he likes to pretend.
Jimin grinded himself against the man, his ears burning red with shame but too late, this has unexpectedly gone farther than Jimin had ever anticipated and he still wanted more.
Go all the way with Yoongi. He wanted to be wreaked so hard he forget his own name and if the way elder's touch were any indication, fuck - Yoongi was going to be a dream.
"You won't fuck me, would you?" Jimin caved in.
Yoongi's breath hitched, eyes narrowed on Jimin's lips before he stared up at the boy. The pale light from an old bulb made him look unreal. Yoongi looked warm, painted in a shitty mild yellow light of bulb and yet somehow glowing.
"No, birdie" Yoongi's voice dropped a notch low before he dropped a soft kiss on Jimin's waiting lips. "but I will make you come for me"
No. Jimin wanted to scream. He wanted more. So much more from Yoongi…two years worth of pining had made Jimin desperate to have his fill of the man. The idea of never having another moment with this gorgeous man made everything feel too urgent.
Jimin wanted Yoongi's hands everywhere on him. Around him…
"Yoongi" he called. Whispering the name gently, like holding a secret. Yoongi paused for a minute, looking at Jimin.
Just looking at him…breathing heavily before going back and paying attention to pumping their cocks, putting pressure on the shaft as he rubbed his thumb over the heads. Jimin's hand tightened around Yoongi's nape instantly, back jolting at the arousal.
"Look at me, birdie" Yoongi demanded and Jimin was having a hard time focussing with the way Yoongi kept the pressure on, pacing harder and faster with every stroke. "Want to remember how you look when you come"
Jimin felt all the blood rush south, as his neck strained to not scream out the elder's name. In a desperate attempt to keep his voice, Jimin pulled Yoongi by the neck, kissing him open mouth, his hands pushing aside TA's shirt, slipping one of its arms off his shoulder. The lean frame beneath his finger felt soft to touch, smooth skin, pale like sugar dust and a small cut mark.
Jimin wondered what happened. He leaned in, kissing the juncture between his shoulder and neck, the salty taste and lingering traces of perfume making him heady.
Yoongi felt warm. JImin let his hand map the curves and dips of the elder's back - let his hands roam freely on the man's skin - trying to trace the texture into his memory.
"Jimin…" Yoongi grunted.
"Want to touch you" Jimin whined, chest heaving and words lost in dull haze. "Let me at least…" Jimin gasped when Yoongi leaned in, latching his lips to Jimin's shoulders and began sucking at the sensitive skin.
He didn't like being passive when fucking someone and Yoongi…fuck, definitely not with Yoongi. With all of him within reach, with all the sweet kisses Jimin wanted to steal…with all that fucking time running.
"Gosh, Yoongi…" Jimin felt the fire run through his blood when Yoongi pressed his lip against one of his nipples, rolling his tongue around the hard nub before giving it a harsh tug between his teeth.
Jimin loved it. The quiet little grunts escaped Yoongi's throat, his voice turning coarse and heavy. Yoongi was holding back and yet, he was making Jimin feel so good.
When Yoongi pulled away, Jimin whined slightly. "Please don't stop…"
"Yoongi…" he mumbled in frustration. "Fuck me…" he grunted. "Just fuck me" He said, opening his mouth easily when Yoongi kissed him.
Elder didn't respond but increased the pace, pumping their cocks together. Jimin squeezed his eyes, pleasure making his legs strained and weak, hands grabbing a fist full of hair tightly but Yoongi stayed quiet.
Jimin understood. It was all the answer he would get.
Jimin ran his hands across Yoongi's back, sweaty now with all the exertion and leaned down to press his lips against Yoongi's neck. He sucked the skin on his shoulders harshly, leaving a deep purple mark.
"That won't go easy" Yoongi huffed, amused.
Jimin licked his lips. "Good.. remember me" he said, his nails digging into Yoongi's skin as he felt his stomach coil with need.
"You are a brat, birdie" Yoongi spanked Jimin's ass playfully.
"Yoon…" Jimin trembled with need to come, breathless and sweaty. "Want to come"
"Yeah?" Yoongi teased.
"Fuck…yoongi" Jimin wanted to scream. "Make me come .." he ordered angrily.
And Yoongi had the audacity to laugh. "Impatient…" he teased before he stared at Jimin. With a sharp tuck, Yoongi flicked his wrist, making Jimin whimper.
"Let go Birdie. Come for me…"
Yoongi gave one last sharp tug, making Jimin come with a jerk.
With a moan muffled into Yoongi's shoulder, Jimin came hard, cum spurting between their bodies as Yoongi stroked them both to completion with a grunt of his own, head falling Jimin's shoulder.
Jimin felt Yoongi's arm around his waist, holding up his quivering body. Close enough that Jimin could feel the erratic beats of Yoongi's heart against his chest, his breath leaving a light puff of air on Jimin's still heated skin.
Jimin felt all the fight leave his body. He was so exhausted, coming hard, his breathing shallow. Subconsciously, he rubbed his lips against Yoongi's wrist, kissing it to placate his heart beat. Just to distract himself.
His cheeks burned in some leftover shame when Yoongi reached for a few tissues from the nearby desk and began cleaning Jimin.
They stayed quiet. Only the occasionally hushed breathing in the humid room reminded them of what just happened.
Jimin winced when Yoongi touched his cock to clean the remains of their cum. It felt too sensitive.
For all the teasing and taunts, Yoongi turned out to be a gentleman. Not that Jimin expected it but he helped Jimin clean up and fix his clothes.
Jimin stayed, just basking in the last few moments of safe silence. His skin glowing with the aftermath of orgasm, hair matted to his forehead and fingers itching to just reach out and lay down beside the elder.
"Jimin" Yoongi said, looking at him as he fixed a few strands on his head, running his fingers through his mused hair.
"Hmm?" Jimin responded, dazed and waiting for the man to continue but Yoongi just stared.
For a long moment, he just looked at Jimin and then -
"Nevermind"