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“it’s fine, jiminie. just sit down, would you? you’re giving me a headache,” yoongi sighed, shutting his eyes as jimin angrily paced up and down yoongi and hoseok’s shared apartment. yoongi silently thanked his lucky stars that hoseok was out with taehyung - it was annoying enough having to deal with an angry jimin, let alone an angry hoseok and taehyung.
“hyung, it’s just...it’s -,” jimin stammered, small hands clenching into fists as his pace increased the more he couldn’t word his feelings. yoongi sighed, waiting for jimin to reach the other side of his small apartment once again, before opening his eyes and grabbing his arm, dragging him down to sit on the couch next to him. yoongi politely ignored jimin’s high pitched squeak as he fell next to him in a heap, waiting for jimin to rearrange himself into an actual seated position before he spoke again.
“it’s nothing that i, or namjoon-ah, didn’t expect. it doesn’t matter,” yoongi watched as jimin’s hands clenched tighter, fingernails digging into his palm. yoongi reached over, gently unclenching his fists and sighing at the nail indents. any harder and yoongi didn’t doubt that there would be blood.
“it’s mean, hyung,” jimin’s voice was small, his anger quickly diminishing into hurt, “you don’t deserve that. you – you and namjoon hyung worked really hard. it’s not fair for your hard work to be stepped on like that.”
yoongi felt his heart clench, watching as jimin stared resolute at the floor, a blush littering his cheeks. though, yoongi figured, it could still just be his anger or from the aggressive pacing he did for ten minutes.
“it is mean. it is bullshit, i know, jimin-ah, i do. but there’s nothing we can do about it,” yoongi sighed again, pushing away his own anger that was burning under the surface, “if a bunch of unknown bastards calling themselves rappers want to insist that the only way namjoon-ah and i sold our mixtapes was by sucking dudes off, then we just have to sit back and wait for it to blow over.” yoongi grimaced. “no pun intended.”
it really was what they’d expected – two of the only openly gay rappers in the underground scene? there was no way they would escape unscathed. if anything, yoongi was surprised that he and namjoon had gone so long without slurs being thrown at them. the most they’d heard were others encouraging them with childish chants such as “come on gay boy!” and other annoying, but harmless, things before either, or both, namjoon and yoongi did their performances in the clubs. the yells almost always stopped as soon as their songs started.
but with namjoon and yoongi’s mixtapes suddenly being promoted on verified twitter accounts and in music magazines, the harmless chants had turned into aggressive bitterness. a slew of fellow rappers who’d mixtapes had gone unnoticed had taken to twitter, condemning namjoon and yoongi’s success being due to sexual exploits to the higher ups in companies. yoongi hadn’t actually spoken to namjoon yet, instead leaving him to have time alone with his boyfriend seokjin, who would assumingly deal with namjoon’s emotions far better than yoongi ever could have. yoongi could easily shrug off criticism – namjoon wasn’t the same, instead in position of far thinner skin.
jimin had stared at yoongi’s phone in disbelief as mention after mention, indirect after indirect, had flooded in, labelling them “fag sluts” and insisting that each sale only came after the other men did, insisting that every time “a business bitch came in their skinny asses, a new article was written.” it had made his blood boil. he knew that yoongi was angry – he was only human, he had to be – but he was dealing with it far better than jimin was.
jimin wiped the angry tears forming in his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, refusing to let them fall. he heard yoongi sigh again and then jimin felt a warm hand on his shoulder, making him jump. yoongi pulled jimin in, holding jimin’s face against his chest, gently stroking his arm and his head.
“it’s okay, jiminie,” yoongi’s rough voice was gentle to jimin’s ears, “hyung’s not upset so you shouldn’t be either. hyung isn’t hurt.” jimin sniffled into yoongi’s top, curling his fists into yoongi’s shirt. yoongi continued to gently soothe jimin, as jimin silently basked in yoongi’s warmth. yoongi buried his nose into jimin’s blond hair, watching the movement of his hand stroking jimin’s head before shutting his eyes and letting himself indulge in their moment of stillness.
hoseok [@jhope]
lmao how’s joonie gonna be cheating on his adonis of a boyfriend just for promo? yikes! even less would he go anywhere near yoongi hyungs dick so you can shut that the fuck down
hoseok [@jhope]
if you really think fucking old dudes will get you sales then you bastards are the ones who better get on all fours. you’re the ones who need it
hoseok [@jhope]
lol at these wannabes in my mentions. can you say it a bit louder? i can’t hear you over the sound of my hot model boyfriend sucking me off
hoseok [@jhope]
lmao
jimin and yoongi stared at jimin’s phone, watching the notifications come through in disbelief. he felt yoongi snort while he was still held tight to yoongi’s chest.
“don’t laugh, hyung! it’s not funny,” jimin protested, trying not to snigger. yoongi laughed and jimin felt the vibrations through his body, making him giggle.
yoongi hummed, “it’s pretty fucking funny.”
and now their group of friends contained three of the only openly gay underground rappers.
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: i’m still angry >:(
jeon jungkook sent a message to maknae line: we were talking about the best love life girl why must u interrupt
jeon jungkook sent a message to maknae line: anyway its been like three days wyd
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: hyungs don’t deserve it!! they’re all still saying things :(
jeon jungkook sent a message to maknae line: maybe u should stop looking
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: nah i feel you jiminie
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: hoseokie hyung thinks its like hilarious now but some things r so mean it hurts my tiny heart
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: im suffer
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: i just wish there was something i could do for yoongi hyung :(
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: and the other hyungs of course aha
jeon jungkook sent a message to maknae line: just go fight them dnt be a pussy
jeon jungkook sent a message to maknae line: go rap battle em lmaoooo
jeon jungkook sent a message to maknae line: rap god jimin rise
kim taehyung removed jeon jungkook from maknae line.
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: that’s...
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: jimin no
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: can u even rap
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: i haven’t really tried...
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: but what if u cant rap and then accidentally make it worse
kim taehyung sent a message to maknae line: what if people are mean to u i wont be able to handle that
park jimin sent a message to maknae line: maybe...
park jimin added jeon jungkook to maknae line.
jeon jungkook to maknae line: ok number 1 (one) that was rude
jeon jungkook to maknae line: number 2 (two) the next cypher rap battle shit is on this friday
jeon jungkook to maknae line: i already checked the other participants and signed u up lol
kim taehyung to maknae line: holy shit
kim taehyung to maknae line: we better help jiminie win then
jeon jungkook to maknae line: what do u mean we
jeon jungkook to maknae line: suffer by urselves the fuck
park jimin to maknae line: help us or i’ll tell yugyeom that u want his fingers to enter a different hole other than a bowling ball’s
jeon jungkook to maknae line: so jimin hyung i think i have a beat u can use!!!
park jimin to maknae line: :)
“hyung,” jimin asked sweetly, cradling his phone to his ear, “are you going to the club on friday?” jimin almost held his breath waiting for the answer. he knew that if yoongi was going, hoseok and namjoon would be too. taehyung had already asked the other hoseok and gotten seokjin involved in the plans but nothing was finalised. it all hung on yoongi.
“ah,” yoongi hummed, “i don’t know. why?”
“i wanna go,” jimin chirped happily, “and i want you to come, obviously.”
“what? just,” yoongi asked, if jimin didn’t know any better he would say almost hesitantly, “the two of us?”
jimin couldn’t describe the weird feeling that he felt at hearing yoongi say that but he could describe the disappointment when he had to reply with, “no, all seven of us. a fun trip out.”
“i guess we can, then. i don’t know how fun it’ll be though, jimin-ah,” yoongi warned, “i don’t know how many allies we’ll have there. i won’t perform though, i have nothing ready.”
“that’s okay, hyung!” jimin beamed down the phone, “you don’t need to perform! i have to go practice my choreo now but i’ll talk you later! bye bye hyung!”
yoongi laughed gently, “bye jiminie. don’t push yourself too hard or hyung will be sad.”
friday morning, jimin found himself with namjoon in the library. namjoon watched with curious amusement as jimin was clearly nervous, fiddling with his stationary and his books, unable to study.
“jimin-ah. you okay?” namjoon made jimin jump and he grinned nervously back at him.
“i’m great! are you okay?”
namjoon laughed and nodded, ignoring the side eye he received from the librarian in the corner.
“can i ask you something personal?” namjoon’s voice was gentle. jimin stopped fidgeting and stared at him, eyes wide.
“i guess? what is it? are you sure you’re okay?” jimin’s voice was quiet but full with worry and namjoon shot a placating smile back at him.
“i am. i just wanted to know when you’re going to tell yoongi hyung you love him.”
namjoon was expecting jimin to look surprised, or shocked. he was expecting vehement denial or maybe even slight anger. he wasn’t expecting jimin to barely blink and just stare back at him evenly.
“when he tells me first,” jimin smiled slightly and namjoon laughed, taken aback.
“you know then?” namjoon grinned and a blush bloomed on jimin’s face.
“everyone told me,” jimin giggled slightly, embarrassed, “he told hoseok hyung he was interested in me and then hoseok hyung told me ten minutes afterwards.”
namjoon laughed, deep voice echoing through the library, making jimin feel warm. he shook his head, amused.
“fair enough then, jiminie. fair enough,” namjoon grinned and jimin beamed back, “i hope he tells you soon.”
jimin sighed, “ah, namjoon hyung, so do i.”
“do i look okay?” jimin asked, running a ring adorned hand through his blond hair. he stared at himself in the mirror, a vision in black, ripped skinny jeans and an oversized white top. he’d carefully chosen a long silver chain to wear around his neck before matching it with a silver chain choker. taehyung looked over from where he was carefully lining his eyes with subtle eyeshadow and let out a wolf whistle.
“bro, you’re hot as fuck,” taehyung cat called and jimin preened under the compliment. jimin’s own eyes had also been carefully made up, just subtle brown eyeliner with eyeshadow to match. he’d even put on highlight – not too much, he didn’t really want to become that much of a target – but just enough that his confidence was bursting.
jimin found yoongi’s hat on his dresser – black, with three silver hoops embedded carefully – and carefully put it on. he nodded to himself. he was ready.
(he also took fifty selfies but he didn’t think anyone needed to really know that.)
taehyung threw a leather jacket at jimin, who caught it easily and shrugged it on.
“bro, you look hot,” jimin gave a thumbs up to taehyung who blessed him with a boxy grin in return.
“says you, jiminie. let’s go, we don’t wanna be late,” taehyung threw on his own jacket and left, a bounce in his step.
they arrived before their friends did, taehyung hyping jimin up with compliments and adoration before sending him off backstage. they’d left it as late as possible, not wanting jimin to have to spend too much time with the other rappers.
namjoon and seokjin arrived with jungkook, hoseok and yoongi trailing behind. taehyung bounced his way over to them, sharing excited grins with jungkook and a quick kiss with hoseok. they made their way near to the front, it was busy, with enough of a crowd, but the rapper trio had made a reputation for themselves and that got them special treatment, whether they were aware of it or not.
“where’s jiminie?” yoongi asked immediately and the others cackled, teasingly. yoongi pouted, resolutely not blushing, “i was just asking, fuck off.”
the lights suddenly dimmed and an MC took their place on stage, welcoming everyone. the crowd hooted, cheering as rappers entered onto the small stage, one by one.
jimin was the last to step on, head down, a mask hiding his face from his friends.
“i recognise them all,” hoseok grunted, “and they’re all dickheads. well, apart from the one who has the same hat at yoongi hyung.”
yoongi hyung glared, “what a bitch. that’s my fucking hat.” taehyung and jungkook shared a look, trying not to cackle aloud. oh, yoongi.
the music started and despite the reservations they had, all six of them got into the music, feeling the beat. taehyung became the most hyped up, despite the fact that the rapper currently holding the mic had called both him and his boyfriend “useless homos.” hoseok, however, had not forgotten this and pointedly whacked taehyung on the head when he got too excited.
yoongi was bored. there were eight rappers on stage and he didn’t care about any of them. the beat might be good, probably would be good for all of them, but jimin still wasn’t here and he wasn’t performing anyway. he distracted himself for most of the performances by getting drinks for him and his friends from the bar, going back and forth.
“oh, suga! where are you? i can’t find you on stage! oh, fuck! there you are! down there! oh, should’ve known you were a bottom,” a voice taunted loudly, the seventh rapper to perform, calling yoongi’s attention to the stage. he bristled. it barely fit the beat, but anything to throw a few punches at them. and like that, it was opening season.
“rap mon, too! jhope! sorry but your lgbt meeting is cancelled,” he continued, smirking, “we aren’t interested in being infected by the gayness of pussy rappers who can’t get any pussy.”
hoseok snorted, laughing into taehyung’s neck. namjoon raised his eyebrows simultaneously with seokjin. yoongi couldn’t be bothered to react.
“i’m flexin’, i’m wreckin’, don’t you fag fuckers go forgetting. get down on your knees, bitch,” he spat from the stage, “ since you’re used to it down there, mouth full, after all. but this time, fill your fucking mouth with apologies and i’ll buy you a nice funeral wreath.”
his rap finished, the crowd oohing and aahing, cheering and jeering. six of the other rappers on stage were snorting and cackling. yoongi noticed the eighth, and final, man hadn’t reacted.
the final beat started, namjoon’s head spun quickly to jungkook. they’d made this beat together, he remembered it clearly, so how was it being played now?
jimin threw his black face mask off, eyes focused dead on the others on stage.
yoongi almost fainted.
“what the fuck? what the fuck? fucking jimin? what the fuck? did you fucking know about this shit? what the fucking fuck is happening?” yoongi babbled, turning to the others. hoseok was gaping, mouth wide open along with namjoon clapping in amazement.
“shut the fuck up hyung,” jungkook smiled sweetly.
jimin stepped forward, face to face with the seventh rapper.
he forgot every word he had planned to say.
“see your fragile masculinity? watch me break it,” jimin growled, spitting out every word, “are you scared, bitch? scared of us fags getting rich, bitch?”
jimin tilted his head, a fake smile clear, “ what you flexin’? bitch, who you kiddin’, you’re t-rexing,” he curled his empty hand into a fake claw, “three fingers round your dick, three fingers up your ass.”
jimin let out a breathy moan, an imitation of pure sex, “uh-huh, suga hyung! fuck! won’t you take me to hong kong?” he groaned and sighed out every word, faintly aware of his friends screaming their heads off in the distance.
jimin’s voice returned to spitting every word, a growl full of his busan dialect, “you’re no namjoon, bitch, there’s nothing monstrous about you. the most dangerous thing is the choking hazard hanging limp between your legs. while me? mine makes them beg.”
yoongi felt hot under the collar.
“you’re so fragile, so weak, does my eyeshadow make you freak?” jimin was scornful, taunting, all words directed to the man in front of him. in the back of his mind, he knew that everyone on this stage and spread their own shit about his friends but making an example out of this one made the most sense.
“oh, unnie,” he simpered, “it’s fine, i’ll teach you, only if you teach me how to be a bitch too.”
jimin fell suddenly, going from standing straight up to directly on his knees in front of the man.
(his knees would be bruised and painful but the adrenaline kept that away for the moments during and after.)
“oh, my mouth’ll be full when i’m on my knees, you’re right. it’ll be full of your bones, breaking. my jaws? aching,” he stood to his feet and circled the rapper, his empty hand making the motion of biting.
“i’ll bite and bite and bite, chew and chew and chew, then i’ll spit you out, spit you out on the fucking floor - rotten, toxic, bad to the core, i’ve never really liked to take it raw.”
sweat dripped down the side of jimin’s face and he would later be thankful for his jacket hiding his underarms, “you’re playing with the big dogs. the big guns, shoot you down, leave ‘em running, here i come. open your eyes, shut your mouth, hearing you? i think i’ll pass. when will you understand, just because you want to, you’ll never be fit to lick the shit from hoseok’s ass?”
jimin threw his (well, yoongi’s) hat to the floor, forehead touching forehead with the pale rapper in front of him.
“lust over every dick you want, open your legs for every man you want, just remember, if you try and touch my yoongi hyung, it’ll be your fucking head i want. you’ll never feel the magic from his tongue.”
jimin ended, breathing heavily, ears roaring. dimly, he noticed the other rapper backing off, noticed the MC calling for the end, the crowd still losing their minds. unaware, he felt his body take him off the stage, shaky legs leading him to the back rooms.
he snapped back to focus when he saw all six of his friends rushing in, talking over one another in a loud mess.
“jimin, that was fucking sick,” hoseok screeched and taehyung was screaming, “bro! bro! you fucked him right up!” namjoon was babbling, “you never said, i can’t believe this,” while seokjin was berating jimin’s use language all while jungkook was nodding approvingly, “you did real good, jiminie hyung, i’m really surprised.” jimin didn’t hear them, didn’t see them, not really. he only stared at yoongi, who was staring at him, an image of perfect and complete surprise.
“yoongi hyung,” jimin started weakly, unsure of what to say.
luckily for him, he didn’t have to say anything before two hands clutched the sides of his sweaty face, before lips rushed against his, brief.
“yoongi hyung,” jimin repeated, happily, dragging yoongi back in for a real kiss, tongues meeting each other in a battle for dominance, jimin’s hands clutching at any part of yoongi.
jimin was surprised that their friends only called for a hurried stop when yoongi’s hand started groping at jimin’s ass in front of them.
“that was fucking mental,” yoongi growled once he removed his mouth from jimin’s, “you’re fucking mental. i kind of love you.”
jimin frowned, “what do you mean kind of? i just embarrassed myself out there for you.”
yoongi laughed, pulling jimin in for a briefer, but just as passionate, kiss.
“alright, sorry,” yoongi whispered, voice hoarse, “i love you a lot.”
“good,” jimin smiled, sweat and exhausted and embarrassed but so, so happy, “i love you too, hyung. i was just waiting for you to finally say it. are you finally going to officially date me now? it’ll be embarrassing if you don’t.”
“jesus christ, yes, he will,” jungkook groaned, “you already know he’s going to say yes, he loves you. you’re so annoying.”
yoongi frowned, growling good naturedly at jungkook, “shut the fuck up, i swear, i’ll tell yugyeom-ah that –”
“hooray for yoongi hyung and jiminie hyung! what a great day! woohoo!” jungkook threw a fist up into the air, jumping.
“we obviously voted for you to win, jimin-ah,” seokjin smiled, “we’ll just have to check tomorrow to see if you have.”
yoongi leaned forward, whispering into jimin’s ear, “if you’ve won, i’ll certainly use my tongue to take you to hong kong.”
jimin wasn’t the only one who ended that week with bruises on his knees.