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Sometimes it was good to be drunk, at least in Jimins opinion. The music seemed to be more intense, laughing was more intoxicating and being close to his bandmates made him feel even warmer. When they sat down like this, around the small couch table, separated only by flasks and bottles, he felt free from all outer pressure.
Jimin played around with the small glass in his hands, out of which he had just downed a shot of Soju and laughed about some funny story Namjoon had told. He wasn't quite sure how it began, or how it ended for that matter. Maybe it wasn't even that funny, but Namjoons face was when he told it, so there was always that to laugh about.
He placed his glass on the table to fill it up again and stretched his cross-legged legs out. It felt really good when the blood flowed free again, so he stretched them out a little bit more and let them crack. From his position on the floor, his back to the couch, his feet reached under the table and nudged at Jungkooks.
He got a light slap from the other side on the table from nearly hitting jungkook in the groin, but the Maknae laughed and Jimin laughed with him. He really liked laughing.
Taehyung stepped over Jimins legs after he was done fiddling with the stereo and let himself fall down next to him on the couch. Jimin pushed his legs to the side and whined teasingly: "Don't kick me!" as if he had just done that. Taehyung only tousled his hair instead of answering, making it fall over Jimins eyes.
With a stiff head shake he tried to move his hair out of his eyes, only succeeding in catching them in his lashes. Very much not amused he stared at the orange dilettantes, even though he couldn't really focus on them. Involuntarily his eyes moved to the other side of the room, where Yoongi sat directly in his line of vision.
Maybe it was a little bit voluntary.
Yoongi was seated the farthest away from him, on the second couch. He had pressed himself in the corner between the arm and back rest, his legs stretched out long in front of him, and was talking to Hoseok about - who would have thought - a new track that seemed to be the only thing on his mind lately.
Naturally, his attention flew to the sweater, Yoongi was wearing, and how big it looked on him. Only the tips of his fingers reached out of his sleeves. And underneath that he wore nearly too tight sweatpants, which only accentuated his narrow hips.
The neckline of the sweater had slipped down and to the side, to reveal his collarbones and the soft slope of his pale shoulders. It was a sharp contrast to the black of his clothes.
A sudden urge rose in Jimin to mark his pale skin up in red, to make him blush and leave the indents of his teeth on his neck.
Jimin licked his lips, fixated for a short moment. When he was drunk, he really didn't feel like pushing his feelings away. He wanted to pull Yoongi in his arms or push him down, deeper into the cushions, until he was under him. And he didn't care how weird his thoughts would sound to his friends.
When he was drunk, it was easy to admit to himself, that he wanted Yoongi for himself, all of him he could get.
That didn't mean he would act on it. Jimin stayed where he was, finally pushed the strands of hair out of his eyes and filled his Soju glass up again. He gulped it down quickly and pulled himself up on the couch to make Taehyung play a drinking game with him.
To be drunk was very, very liberating.
He loved these quiet evenings. When they all sat down together to let loose a little bit and ignore all pressure from outside.
And letting loose was exactly the reason behind Yoongi pulling back his oversized sleeves and shoving his hand as deep inside a bag of shrimp chips as he could.
He munched on them cheerfully even as he continued his conversation with Hoseok about the instrumental line of his new song. Talking like this relaxed him. They juggled around with a few ideas, some of them not as serious as others, but the urge to shoot up and work it all out on his working PC until the sun rose, was nearly non-existent.
They just had finished the first half of their promotion tour for their new album and no one, not even the managers or Yoongi himself expected him to spit out songs again like a machine.
Now he was in his creative phase, able to play around and even let the music take the back seat for a day or two. And when he got up to work, it wasn't for any other reason than for being able to make the music that he wanted.
But now was the time for even that to take a step back.
He much more preferred concentrating on the salty flavour on his tongue and the tingly feeling when he washed it down with a shot of Soju.
And he let another thing catch his attention, even though the tingly feeling coming from that was not so much appreciated.
Jimin was on the other side of the table, not even close enough to touch, and he couldn't stop himself from feeling rejected. He had been the first to sit down, maybe with a small hidden agenda, but Jimin hadn't even bothered to look at him when he had plopped down as far away as possible. Yoongi only had stretched out his legs after that to try and argue with himself that he liked the space and the lack of a loud voice next to him.
He wasn't very good at lying to himself.
And it wasn't as if Yoongi hadn't expected this.
The younger boy positively glowed with energy and with every shot of Soju he took, it seemed to intensify.
He laughed and giggled and flirted with Taehyung and Kookie, and didn't miss any opportunity to touch them and flood them with rapid-fire talking. And he was in good company. Taehyung talked nearly as much, if not more and Jungkook didn't hold back with his commentary.
It made him feel irritated and annoyed, but resigned all the same. As much as he would like to be the centre of Jimins attention, they just weren't similar enough for him to be able to, to hold his thoughts longer than a short conversation. He had accepted that some time ago.
But it really didn't deter him from throwing his fare share of gazes and smiles in Jimins direction.
Hoseok had gotten tipsier by the second and was now rambling on about some line in some Block B song, Yoongi didn't catch. He didn't care that much though. The alcohol took a toll on his thoughts now too, he wasn't really drunk, just at that happy stage where everything is a tad better, and he really intended to stay there.
Yoongi threw another look in Jimins direction and this time the younger looked back. He was now seated next to Taheyung, awfully close to him. Their eyes met just for the fraction of a second, before Jimin let his gaze wander down, almost as if he was checking him out. Absurd.
Yoongi wasn't entirely sure how to read that look. He didn't look that different than anytime else.
Maybe he did wear something that belonged to another member again?
Sometimes he confused his and Namjoons clothes, especially the big sweaters they both liked to wear.
The last time it had happened, Jimin had nearly talked it off of him again, going on and on about privacy and shit like that, even though he immediately seemed to have forgotten about it, the moment Yoongi had stolen one of his shirts, just out of spite(and maybe because he liked Jimins smell).
Even now he wasn't entirely sure if Jimin was a little bit bipolar with some things or if he just saw himself as the knight in shining armor, ready to protect his friends belongings.
But when Yoongi looked down himself, he saw only his own plain ole' clothes hanging from his skinny frame.
When he looked up again to check, if maybe he had been imagining things, Jimin averted his eyes to the side where Jungkook said something. He giggled and pushed Taehyung next to him and Yoongi was again left feeling a lot more dumb than before.
Yoongi turned his attention back to Hoseok but he was now deep in a discussion with Namjoon and he felt absolutely no motivation to go back in.
He much rather preferred to sink back a little bit deeper inside his sweater, pulling his hands into the sleeves and his knees to his chest to close his eyes.
At least nobody would be able to see now that all his attention was only on one voice in the room.
He leaned his head against the head rest next to him and tried to relax, until the voices of the other members fell into the background and all he could hear was Jimins laugh.
Then he must have slipped away, because the next thing he heard was silence. He only came up slowly again, mind still somewhere in the land of dreams, until he noticed a small pressure against his cheek. The pressure of a warm hand.
Somehow he had managed to lie down on the couch, either by help from one of the others or by himself. He was rolled up like a cat, one arm under his head, the other over his stomach.
Only after he recognized his position, he realized that the hand on his cheek wasn't lying still, but rather one thumb was moving in small circles over his cheekbone.
For one moment he wasn't sure if he should open his eyes or lie still in hopes that the hand wouldn't go away, but then he just did it.
It was Jimin, kneeing in front of the couch, so that their faces were on one level.
He stared into his eyes and Jimin stared back. His mind wasn't all that clear still, unable to grab a proper thought. Then Jimin smiled.
His eyes went small and curved up, which broke their staring contest. Yoongi couldn't move his eyes though. Had he ever been this near to Jimins smile?
"You are cute when you sleep, hyung."
Jimin let his thumb glide one last time over Yoongis cheek before he stood up, suddenly towering over Yoongi.
"But I think it would be better if you sleep in your bed."
With that, he rounded the couch and vanished into the bathroom.
Yoongi sighed and stared longingly at the place where Jimins smile had just shone from at him. He could have stayed there a little bit longer.
Then he pushed himself up into a seating position and stretched his cramping legs out.
Jimin was right.
As if on cue, the door to the bathroom opened and Jimin stepped out. He wished Yoongi a good night with a small wave and vanished into his room.
Yoongi stared after him, suddenly overcome with the urge to follow him, to watch him change into his sleeping clothes and hear his giggling laugh again.
He moved without thinking it through, standing up from the couch and taking the few steps to Jimins door, which he opened carefully.
There Jimin was, his shirt already missing and rummaging through his closet. He looked up, even though Yoongi was sure, he didn't make a sound, and looked him questioning in the eye. "Yoongi? What are you doing here?"
Yoongi shrugged, not really sure about anything at this point and continued to stare at Jimin, trying very hard not to ogle him too obviously.
Jimin giggled and Yoongi smiled, pleased that he accomplished at least one of the things he wanted.
"Are you drunk, Jiminie?" he asked, trying to prolong being able to stand in Jimins presence.
Jimin rolled his eyes and looked into his closet again, to pull out an oversized T-Shirt.
"Maybe a little bit, why are you asking? 's not like I'm tumbling around, vomiting over everything."
"I guess you know your limits now?" Yoongi shot back, grinning to himself.
"I guess so." Jimin answered, clearly a lot more sassy now that he was under the influence. He threw the shirt on his pillow and started unbuttoning his pants. Involuntary, Yoongis gaze dropped to where Jimins hands were working on his zipper and he couldn't bring himself to look away fast enough. Heat blossomed on his face.
"I'm gonna leave you alone." he muttered, turning away to retreat. Hopefully Jimin wouldn't remember the awkwardness of this encounter.
But Jimin had other things on his mind. "Wait, hyung!" he called for him and Yoongi reluctant turned back to face him.
"Is that all you wanted? To ask me if I'm drunk?" He looked confused and disbelieving and Yoongi cringed inwardly. Why, exactly, did he come here again?
"Well, you know... yeah...uhm, maybe not?" he answered, hating himself for this incoherent rambling. Where was the tongue again that sent everyone to Hong Kong?
Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and it was such an uncommon sight, he felt himself blush even deeper and before he could stop himself(again) he blurted out: "You think I'm cute?"
There was a stunned silence in which Yoongi decided that staring at the wall was definitely better than looking anywhere near Jimin. Then Jimin giggled again. "Yeah, I do. Everyone does, hyung. Don't know why you are so surprised."
"Oh."
Yoongi tried really hard not to feel disappointed at this answer, he did, but it was a lot more difficult now than anytime else. Maybe he did have a drink too much, too.
It must have shown through, because the next moment, Jimin was standing right before him, fixating his gaze with his own piercing eyes.
"Do you want me to find you cuter than everyone else does?" he asked and Yoongi tried to clear his mind a little bit, to decipher the meaning behind those words. To no avail.
"What?" he asked, feeling a tiny bit dumb, but Jimin didn't comment on it, just asking again: "Do you want to be cute only for me?"
This time Yoongi understood pretty clearly but he was dumbfounded nonetheless.
"Jiminie..." he said and maybe his voice liked to betray him in Jimins presence, because it sounded a lot more desperate and breathless than he intended it to.
Jimin seemed to hear it, too, because suddenly, he grabbed Yoongis shoulders and pushed him back against the nearest wall.
"You do, don't you?" He sounded pleased.
"You want me to like you, hyung? Want me to want you?" Yoongi grew smaller with every word from Jimins lips which seemed to spur him on even more.
"I'm glad." he went on, his voice now near a whisper and Yoongi shivered. Jimin had this look on, the one he liked to use on the stage, the one that could rile Yoongi up so easily.
"I want to be the only one able to see you like this." he murmured, his eyes falling to Yoongis lips, that he parted involuntarily.
Then he kissed him, pushing his whole body against Yoongis to press him into the wall, his hands wandering down to Yoongis narrow hips. And Yoongi gladly went down, let himself be devoured by pleasure he had to suppress for a certainly too long time.
He wound his arms around Jimins neck, pressing him even closer.
"I'm gonna fuck you, hyung." Jimin murmured in his ear and Yoongi moaned lowly, pressing his hips against the dancers.
"Want you to." he answered, voice thick with arousal.
Jimin smirked and grabbed the back of Yoongis thigh, lifting it up, until it rested against his hip and pushed Yoongi harder against the wall. "So pretty, hyung." he cooed, watching the light flutter of Yoongis lashes. He licked his lips and Jimin dived in for them again. He let them melt against his own and pushed his tongue in between them. Yoongi response was eager; he opened his mouth and flicked his own tongue against Jimins.
Jimin was ready to fuck his pretty hyung right now and here against the wall, but he also wasn't an asshole, so he let Yoongis leg down again and retreated a small step, giggling when Yoongi let out an indignant mewl and tried to grab him. But Jimin took his hands before he could touch him and pressed them near his hips against the wall.
"Stay here for me, hyung, I'll be back in a second." He winked at his flushed hyung and turned around. Jimin quickly moved to his bed, pulled his night desk open and fished a bottle of lube and a condom out of it.
When he turned back to Yoongi, he was pleased to see that he indeed hadn't moved and was just watching him with his head leaned back against the wall.
Jimin stalked back, this time slower and he grinned, when he saw Yoongis gaze flicker down his chest and to his open fly, as if it had been magnetized. He really liked the way his hyung was hot for him.
When he reached Yoongi, he stuffed the bottle and condom in the back pocket of his jeans and tugged each thumb in the belt loops at Yoongis hipbones to press them against each other again.
"You can't wait for it, can you?" he asked, not really waiting for an answer before he captured Yoongis lips between his own again and nibbled at them. Yoongi let out a deep huff and buried his hands in Jimins soft locks to tug and ruffle at them, making Jimin buck his hips up. He really liked it when Yoongi played with his hair.
Jimin grabbed the hem of Yoongis oversized sweater and pulled it up to reveal soft, pale skin underneath it. He couldn't shove it up fast enough, up to Yoongis chest and then over his head, until he could fling it in some corner of his room.
His hands immediately went around Yoongis small waist, rubbing circles into his hot skin.
He released his lips with a soft pop and started trailing kisses down the column of his hyungs throat, making him lean his head back again and let out a pleased hum.
"It's almost as if you're purring." he breathed against a soft spot of skin, sucking it between his lips, intent on leaving a mark. Yoongi hummed again, a small smile on his lips as he wound his leg again around Jimins hips and rolled his hips forward for more friction. Jimin gasped in his neck and reciprocated with a bite where a mark was already forming.
He smirked silently at Yoongis pitiful gasp and drew back. "Would you like to just hump me, until you come in your pants, hyung?" he asked him sweetly, catching his half-closed eyes. "Or you want to go at my pace?"
Yoongi shot him an angry glare and rolled his hips again, as if to prove a point, but Jimin was quick to grab his leg and hoist it up his waist, effectively hindering him. "I would like our first time to go deeper." He told him, letting his voice go sultry at the end.
Yoongi rolled his eyes at him with an embarrassed smile. "Way to ruin the mood with your dumb puns, Jiminie." he countered, not quite serious himself.
Jimin grinned but decided fast that he didn't want to wait around any longer. He leaned his torso back a bit, letting Yoongis leg go to have him hold it up himself and brought his hand between them, to open his own fly fully, releasing a bit of tension with it.
When he pulled at the strings of Yoongis sweatpants he couldn't help himself from getting a firm stroke down Yoongis erection in between.
Yoongi bit back a small moan.
It spurred Jimin on to tug on his waistband, shoving Yoongis pants down his ass and with his help down to his feet, where Yoongi stepped out of them. His erection tented the front of his boxershorts visibly, which caused another blush to rise high on Yoongis cheeks.
"Eager to see me." Jimin mumbled but before Yoongi could protest, he kissed him again.
After that they made quick work out of their remaining clothes until Jimin had Yoongi with his face up against the wall, his ass pushed out and one lubed up finger circling his rim.
Yoongi groaned, when Jimin pressed his fingertip in a few millimeters, but pulled it back just as quick and massaged against his entrance again.
"Just push it in, please, Jiminie." He said and Jimin could see the rising flush on his cheeks, when he turned his head to the side to press against his upper arm.
Without warning he followed his plead and pushed one finger in, going until the last knuckle. He crooked his finger a bit and dragged it slowly back out, eliciting a breathless moan from Yoongi.
"If you get any louder, Taehyung may come in to beat it out of you." Jimin commented with a laugh against Yoongis neck and Yoongi scoffed. "I don't fucking care, but if you don't go any faster, I may just beg him to come and fuck me instead." He threatened, trying to sound serious about it. The fact that Jimin added a second finger in the middle of his sentence didn't help it much though.
Jimin smiled but didn't say anything, just continued to fuck his fingers slowly into Yoongi. He stretched them on each pull, twisted and turned them and Yoongi obviously didn't even think of complaining now. His head was thrown back, neck exposed to Jimins hungry eyes.
He let them rake all over his pretty hyung, drinking in the small shudders and moans he elicited from him.
When he felt Yoongi loosen up a bit, he added another finger. The lube he had put on them started to drip a bit out of Yoongi, smearing against his entrance and ass cheeks and so Jimin pulled his fingers out, coated them in another dollop of lube and pushed all three of them in again with force.
"Ooh, fuck, Jimin..." Yoongi moaned, louder than before. Even though Jimin wasn't even trying to find his prostate, just focusing on stretching him out, it seemed to turn him on immensely.
"Like that feeling, hyung? Of getting fucked? I'm not touching your prostate or your dick and you're moaning like no tomorrow." he whispered in his ear, nibbling a bit at it afterwards.
But Yoongi only groaned, seemingly a bit too lost to think about answering. It made Jimin grin and quicken the pace of his fingers. He couldn't wait to sink into his hyung, feel the hot grip of his muscles around him. He was pretty sure Yoongi was equally as eager for it.
Finally, he decided to indulge his hyung, crooking his fingers again and searching for that one spot inside of him. After a few tries, he felt a small bundle under his fingertips and with the touch, Yoongi arched his back, another breathless moan escaping from his lips.
He didn't even try to hide his intentions, just massaged the little spot a bit until goose bumps were raking all over Yoongis body and he let his head fall forward to rest against the wall.
"Please, Jimin, just fuck me already." He croaked out with a raspy voice.
And Jimin was all too happy to oblige.
He bent down to retrieve the condom from his discarded pants, only stopping midway to place a small kiss on Yoongis butt, which earned him a disbelieving snort.
When he found the little packet, he came up again to rip it open and pull the latex on his flushed and hard cock. It was the first time this evening that it had been touched and he let out a groan when he fisted himself. Then he grabbed the lube, poured a decent amount on his hand to warm it up and lathered it on his cock as well, until it was nice and wet and slippery.
When he looked up, he saw Yoongi watching him over his shoulder, his bottom lip between his teeth. Their eyes met and Yoongi let his feet slide a bit more to the side, opening his legs wider. It made Jimin smile. "So eager, hyung, huh?" he asked, not really expecting an answer and not getting any.
He stepped back behind Yoongi, this time so close, that their skin brushed against each other. With one hand he spread Yoongis cheeks, with his other he guided his cock until it hit Yoongis hot and slippery entrance.
"You ready?" he asked him, earning a small nod. Then he pushed in, slowly, as not to hurt Yoongi.
He wasn't that much bigger than three fingers, but he certainly wasn't as agile and flexible with his dick. But Yoongi only moaned, pushing back against him, and he followed through, until his hips met Yoongis cute butt.
Jimin had to stop there for a second, not only to let Yoongi adjust to the feeling of being filled to the brim, but also to not start fucking into him like a madman. He slowed down his breathing and tried to get used to being surrounded by this tight, wet heat. Involuntarily, his hips bucked a bit and elicited a groan from both of them.
"Go on." Yoongi encouraged him and he didn't need to be told twice.
Jimin pulled out slowly, until only his tip remained inside of Yoongi, only to push back inside. His hands made their way to Yoongis hips, one leaving a trail of not used up lube, but neither of them cared, when Jimin pulled out again and angled his hips a bit to try and find that spot inside of Yoongi.
He didn't need much to get it and when Jimin fucked into Yoongi again, his cock dragged over it with a firm pressure.
It made Yoongi throw his head back again, low moan coming from his lips. "Do it again." he commanded, followed by a: "Go faster, please, I like it."
Jimin smiled and rested his forehead against Yoongis shoulder to get better leverage when he quickened his pace. The moving of his hips was fluid, almost as if he was dancing, and powerful, getting him deep into Yoongi.
He loved that slow sex, the antagonizing drag of his cock inside of Yoongis ass and how it made him break out in sweat, even though he didn't exert himself too much.
On his next drag out, he got his hands on each of Yoongis ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He watched fascinated where he fucked slowly into Yoongi, dis- and reappearing with a wet sheen on his cock. A little bit of lube was squeezed out of his entrance and he swept down with one thumb to gather it up and smear it along his shaft.
Yoongi let out an embarrassing whine.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked him, but before Yoongi could answer, he thrust harder into him, grabbing him again by the hips. He amped his tempo up, his movements still fluid.
"Can you come from just getting fucked?" he asked again, but this time expecting an answer.
It took Yoongi quite some time until he could convert his speech from little "Ah, ah!"s to real words. "Maybe..." he groaned, "If you continue like that for half an hour."
Jimin grinned. "Hm, than not tonight I guess."
Then he placed one hand besides Yoongis head and started fucking him in earnest.
The slapping of their skin seemed to echo in the small room, bouncing off the walls and mixing with their moans and groans.
Yoongi had become looser, but it only allowed Jimin to fuck harder into him, without having to care about injuries. The still tight squeeze felt mind-blowing good, making him pant and sweat.
Yoongis face was flushed well down to his neck and he had braced himself on his elbows against the wall as to not to get too much jostled around by Jimins heavy push and pulls.
He let one of his hands slide to Yoongis front to fist his hard cock, spreading the small drops of precum all over him. There was still some lube left on his hand and it made the glide nice and easy, so Jimin stroked him in time with his thrusts.
Yoongis moan was the loudest this night and the fleeting thought of Taehyung being not too pleased about this grazed Jimins mind, but it was gone just as fast, replaced by the hot burning of pleasure in his limbs.
"...cum, gonna cum." Yoongi breathed almost silently, bucking forward into the hand around his cock. His muscles tightened with every thrust more and more until Jimin felt like fucking into a vice. He didn't care much about it, only let his fist go faster, until Yoongi let out a drawn out moan, his hips spasming lightly and he came into Jimins fist. He fell a bit forward, his head now against the wall and Jimin pulled out of his still twitching asshole. He tug the condom off of his dick, letting it fall onto his pants, and fisted his still raging hard dick, pressing the cockhead just a bit above Yoongis hole in between his cheeks. He came with a low moan and watched with fascination as his cum dripped over Yoongis loose and wet hole.
It made Yoongi twitch away from him a bit.
"Gross." he groaned and turned a bit around to look at Jimin. The younger just offered him a cheeky smile and went off to search for some tissues.
He found some in a box next to his bed and went back to Yoongi to help him clean up.
Jimin couldn't stop himself from giggling when he wiped the traces of lube away he left all over Yoongis lower body.
"You made a mess." Yoongi stated accusingly and Jimin shrugged. "You begged for it." he answered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It made Yoongi grin back dopily.
"Wanna sleep here?" Jimin asked him, when he got to wipe the mess on his own body away.
He didn't receive an answer and when he looked up again, Yoongi was eyeing him up questioningly.
"I mean, they all probably heard us already and, well, I want you to. Wanted that-", he gestured at himself and Yoongi, "for a while."
Yoongi smiled hesitatingly. "To fuck me or to cuddle me?" he asked and Jimin giggled. "Both, I guess. And to kiss you. That means, if you want to be my boyfriend?" He asked and tried to not show his anxietey about Yoongis reaction, just waited with a smile.
And Yoongi laughed. "That's one way to go about it, I guess." He said with a cheeky grin. Adding, a bit more bashful: "I'd like to."
They both ignored the muffled "Finally!" that came from the other side of the wall as they got ready to sleep, both no longer hiding the looks they were throwing at each other.