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The excited chatter of his friends around him sound warped to Jimin, as if he's under water, as he stares at Yoongi in complete shock.
It might be the fact that within about a quarter of an hour he has gone from thinking he was about to die to feeling hope about possibly being saved to thinking Yoongi had died, but he feels like his brain simply can't catch up Yto the situation, and he's left watching on with open mouth as Taehyung and then the others hug Yoongi tightly from where the rapper is still sprawled out on the floor.
It's only when Yoongi, whose eyes haven't left Jimin's despite all the hugs he was pulled into, addresses him with a worried "Jimin-ah?" that Jimin finally finds it within himself to react, a stunned "Oh my god" falling from his lips.
Speaking those words helps his brain properly restart though, and what he finds within himself to his surprise is anger.
It makes the next "Oh my god" come out sounding almost offended, and then before he knows it he's standing up, ignoring the way his limbs shake so badly that he almost falls through his knees again, gesturing around wildly while he rants.
"You!", he starts, pointing at Yoongi, before changing course and gesturing at their friends too. "No, all of you, you just – you just sit here, laughing, hugging, as if – as if everything's fine –"
He has no idea where he's even heading with this, just knows that he needs to get these words out, needs to express the swirling turmoil inside him, needs to make them see.
He's vaguely aware that he sounds hysterical though as he continues, voice grown to almost a screech: "Things are not fine! He almost died! Yoongi literally almost died and I saw it happen; I heard the line go dead, a-and I saw the flames, and – and his jet was just floating around, like- like he was d-dead -"
He needs to stop for a second to heave air into his lungs, but then he continues, addressing only Yoongi this time, full-on screaming by now.
"Why did you do it? W-Why would you be so stupid, and reckless, and, and, stupid to risk your life like that? Did I ever tell you to try to save me? What gave you the right to sacrifice yourself like that, huh?"
He has worked himself up into such a state that he doesn't even notice how everyone is looking at him shock, just knows that it's not okay that Yoongi almost died, that he wasn't allowed to almost die like that, and he hurts his voice with how loudly he screeches out: "What gave you the right? What's wrong with you? You're not allowed to die –"
He hadn't planned to fall to his knees but suddenly he's on the floor anyway, next to Yoongi, and he uses his new position to slap the rapper on his arm repeatedly to emphasize his words as he continues: "You're not allowed to die, you can't just almost die, you fucker, you mean, mean –"
He breaks himself off with a sob as the images of Yoongi's burning jet, of Yoongi's lifeless body, keep showing in his mind, and slapping Yoongi's arm turns into desperately gripping onto his spacesuit as he continues, sounding completely broken now.
"I didn't even tell you I love you yet, we didn't even kiss, you can't just –"
To his utter shock, the next moment hands appear to cup his cheeks, and then there are lips on his, effectively shutting him up. His mind coming to a complete halt, he's back to staring on with open mouth as Yoongi pulls back, his hands continuing to hold Jimin's face gently, thumbs tracing softly over his cheekbones, while he leans their foreheads against each other.
"It's okay, Jiminie", the rapper softly whispers, "we're safe now, it's over. We're safe".
And that's all great, but Jimin's mind is still stuck on the fact that he was just kissed, and he must look ridiculous with how he's just gaping like a fish because Yoongi laughs his raspy, sexy, amazing laugh, before he addresses him again.
"Ah, if I would have known I could shut you up this well by kissing you I would have done so years ago…"
That just stuns Jimin even further, and he breathes out a helpless whine as he grips onto Yoongi's suit even tighter, feeling sure he'd just fall apart into pieces without the support.
And the support turns out to be even more needed than he had thought because the next moment Yoongi is leaning in again, but this time his lips leave a scattering of kisses all across Jimin's face, kissing away tears that Jimin hadn't even noticed he had shed and being so gentle that shivers run down Jimin's spine at the soft pressure of Yoongi's lips on his skin.
He can't believe that this is actually happening: that Yoongi is touching him, kissing him, being safe and sound in his arms and clearly loving him back. Which is why he just lets it happen, hearing his own breath hitch each time Yoongi kisses a new spot, feeling his heart race as his mind slowly starts believing that this is real, that he can have this.
It's only when Yoongi pauses his kisses for a second though to whisper a soothing "Shh, it's over now, I love you too" that he finds the presence of mind to spring into action too, and it's with a shaky inhale that he tangles one hand in Yoongi's hair, turns the rapper's face slightly, and slots their lips together for a proper kiss.
From then on Jimin properly loses all awareness of anything outside of Yoongi.
Yoongi's lips, that are so soft, and warm, and perfect; the soft sounds he makes, the sheer nearness of him, their bodies finally, finally touching after all those years.
That combined with the fact that he's all too aware of the fact that he almost lost the chance to ever experience any of this fills him with a desperate need for more, and soon their kiss turns wild, hands tugging each other closer, tongues meeting and lungs stealing each other's air.
He doesn't even know how he ended up on Yoongi's lap, but he did, and with that the frustration grows at their stupid spacesuits being in the way: the thick material makes it completely hopeless to properly feel each other through it, and the broad, hard edges around their necks make it impossible to even kiss each other's jaws, or collarbones, or anything really.
And so Jimin whines impatiently as he whispers "Off, off" against Yoongi's mouth, uselessly pulling at the offending material, endlessly glad that Yoongi immediately replies with a desperate-sounding "Yes" before the rapper makes to reach the opening of Jimin's suit on his back.
That's when a voice suddenly startles them from their frenzy though, Jimin looking up in annoyed confusion to find Seokjin standing next to Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok – Namjoon and he must have succeeded in guiding the ship to a safer location, making it possible for him to leave Namjoon alone in the control room – and looking at them in amusement.
"Okay kids, while this has been absolutely fascinating I think that that's our cue to leave. Although you two might also want to take it anywhere else than the hallway; just saying".
Jimin can't keep the embarrassed indignation out of his voice, his cheeks heating up as he squeaks: "You were still here?"
That directly makes Taehyung cross his arms petulantly before declaring: "Hey, we've watched you two pining over each other for literal years; I think we deserve to behold the happy ending!"
Which apparently cues Hoseok in to add, leaning an elbow on Taehyung's shoulder and throwing them a cheeky look: "Plus, it looks hot, and we all know that getting any kind of sexually stimulating material is hard to come by on this ship… I say we should be allowed to stay!"
Taehyung's enthusiastic "Exactly!" gets drowned out by Hoseok's startled "Ouch!" as Yoongi leans over to slap his leg, and, while Jimin can't exactly keep up his irritation with how playful and silly his friends are acting, he's really glad for Seokjin herding them all away anyway, soon leaving him and Yoongi in peace.
Pulled out of their daze by the commotion, they just stare at each other with big smiles on their faces for a few moments, but then Yoongi leans in to plant a kiss on Jimin's lips before slyly saying: "So, wanna take Jin's advice and get ourselves a room? I think getting rid of the spacesuits was an excellent suggestion…"
That's how they find themselves stumbling into Yoongi's room a minute later, almost tripping in their haste to get each other out of their spacesuits.
Jimin's breath leaves him in a startled gasp when he's roughly pushed against the wall before he has even properly freed his feet from his suit, but he's not about to start complaining when Yoongi's mouth instantly finds his again.
The feeling of being caged in against the wall, Yoongi's body completely covering his, one of Yoongi's hands gripping his hip tightly while the other pulls him in by his nape, is overwhelming in the best way, and Jimin has to do his best to even remember to breathe in between their frantic kisses, feeling lightheaded and dazed and so, so relieved, so in love.
It makes him surrender himself completely to Yoongi's will, letting the rapper set the pace while he does his best to keep up, only coming partly back to his senses when he hears himself make a high-pitched sound of pleasure that he hadn't even known he could make.
While Yoongi only responds by pressing even closer and latching onto Jimin's neck, trailing hot kisses down to his collarbone, Jimin feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at his own behaviour – or actually, lack of behaviour –, distracting him from the feeling for a moment.
Because since when is he so submissive? Why wouldn't he be the one ravishing Yoongi instead?
The thought makes him smirk, and the next second he has switched their positions, pressing Yoongi against the wall instead. Before Yoongi has any chance to respond, Jimin has wedged one leg in between his, pressing their bodies as close as they can be again, before he latches onto Yoongi's neck, revelling in the surge of adrenaline he feels at the switch in power.
He might have been a bit too obvious about it though because the next moment Yoongi is chuckling softly, one hand coming up to fondly card through Jimin's hair.
His voice clearly reflects his amusement when he says: "Ah, we're even taking our perpetual competition to the bedroom, hm?"
A bit embarrassed at being called out, Jimin keeps his head in the crook of Yoongi's neck, nosing along the skin, as he responds somewhat petulantly: "Well, I'm not some damsel in destress for you to ravish, just wanted to make that clear…"
This time, he doesn't get to hide from making eye contact because Yoongi pulls his head back, cupping both his cheeks to kiss him deeply for a second before pulling back, eyes shining with mirth as he says: "You sure? I did just save your life like a knight in shining armour…"
To his surprise, Jimin only has the time to huff in indignation before Yoongi suddenly pushes forward, the rapper's arm around his waist the only thing keeping him from falling to his ass as he's forced backwards, and then his calves hit the edges of the bed and he's toppling over, Yoongi directly following and ending seated across his hips on the mattress.
Jimin doesn't have the time to fully recover from the shock before Yoongi is leaning in again, smirking against his lips as he whispers: "But whatever you want, lovely: game on".
From then on it grows into a race of who can get the other to yield, Jimin going crazy with want as they grind against each other, finding new ways to make the other moan by exploring, kneading, scratching and kissing across each other's bodies.
It's only when he's sat straight up, Yoongi still in his lap, the rapper's shirt hitched up far enough for Jimin to latch onto one of his nipples, that the pace suddenly slows a bit.
Because Yoongi is so pretty: his skin so pale, his slender frame so delicate in a way, and suddenly Jimin can't help but remember how this very body almost went up in flames earlier today. That mere luck, or at least mere seconds, had made the difference between him having to mourn Yoongi and having him in his arms right now, and that thought is enough to give rise to a lump in his throat.
He suddenly feels the overwhelming need to be gentle, to press his love into Yoongi's body with every touch, every kiss, and he carefully smooths down Yoongi's shirt again while he gathers him closer in his arms, nuzzling into the rapper's neck as he hugs him as close to himself as he can, breath suddenly coming out shaky.
Of course, the change in atmosphere is also clear to Yoongi, and he feels the rapper press a soft kiss to his hair as he softly asks: "Jimin?"
There's a short moment of silence as Jimin gathers his thoughts, but then he presses even closer to Yoongi, blinking away tears as he whispers: "Thank you. Thank you so much for coming after me, for saving me, for not dying yourself… God, I don't know what I would have done without you; if you would have died –"
He's cut off by Yoongi whispering back, the rapper leaning back so that he can press their foreheads together to gaze at him intensely: "Yah, as if I didn't feel the same… I'll always come for you when you're in danger, even when it's reckless or stupid, I don't care. I've been an absolute fool for wasting years not kissing you, not waking up next to you every day, and I'm planning on spending many, many years making up for that without either of us dying. Okay?"
He says the last part almost as a threat, as if Jimin is secretly planning on getting himself killed sometime soon, and Jimin finds himself letting out a wet chuckle while nodding, his voice all fond when he whispers back: "Yeah, sounds like a plan".
From then on, things turn infinitely softer.
It's suddenly all soft touches, gentle kisses, murmured praises and love declarations against each other's skin, making Jimin feel like he's perpetually on the verge of overflowing: overflowing with tears, with love, with fondness.
He feels no need to compete or take back control at all anymore when Yoongi pushes him down onto his back, and just pulls the rapper closer to himself as Yoongi settles in between his legs, presses soft kisses to all the skin he can reach, lets his hands slide smoothly through Yoongi's hair, over his back, across the smooth planes of his stomach.
And he could have never imagined it before, but it suddenly feels natural, right, when he pushes Yoongi's hand backwards towards his rim once they're naked, making his proposal clear without having to ask it out loud. Because he just wants to be close, as close as physically possible, wants to be vulnerable, wants Yoongi to see the parts of him that he never lets anyone see, wants him in him and around him until he can't distinguish where Yoongi begins and he ends.
Still, he feels himself tense up, a gasp leaving his mouth, at the first intrusion of Yoongi's finger, the feeling foreign and just weird.
Luckily Yoongi is right there though to distract him with kisses, with whispered praise against his lips, while his eyes gaze at Jimin with such gentleness and love that Jimin instantly relaxes again: it's Yoongi, the one he trusts more than anything in this world, so he's okay.
And it soon grows into more than okay when Yoongi reaches deeper, finding a spot inside him that has heat spreading through his body again, a surprised gasp falling from his lips as he pulls Yoongi closer to himself, suddenly feeling shy enough to hide his face in Yoongi's neck.
He's glad that Yoongi doesn't call him out on his sudden shyness, the rapper just kissing the side of his face and neck as he continues to reach deep inside of him, hitting the same sensitive spot over and over again.
The combined sensations of the repetitive pressure within him and Yoongi continuing to kiss and caress him has Jimin shivering in overwhelmed pleasure, and it doesn't take long before he's urging Yoongi on with husky voice, squirming as he chases the sensations within him.
He never knew this could actually feel good: sure, he has had sex before, but rarely and mostly with women, his encounters with men never involving actual penetration.
It hadn't exactly been easy to come across trustworthy sexual partners back on Earth or the few times he has engaged in anything remotely sexual after joining the BTS crew, and allowing someone to enter him had always felt too scary, too vulnerable, to just do with anyone in any random place.
But now, with Yoongi looking at him lovingly with a tinge of worry and insecurity as he lines himself up, he couldn't be more certain of wanting this, needing this, and it's with that feeling that he whispers: "Do it, come on, please-"
He doesn't get the time to finish the last word before his breath leaves him in a choked-off moan, all awareness focussing solely on how Yoongi enters him with one slow, deep thrust.
It feels good, but in an all-encompassing way, making Jimin completely zone out and forget everything outside the sudden fullness, and so he doesn't even realise that Yoongi had asked him something until the rapper's worried eyes appear above him.
"You okay? Does it hurt?"
The insecurity laced in Yoongi's voice makes Jimin try his best to get out of his daze, but his voice still comes out slightly slurred as he whispers: "Nah, 's good, feels good, so good…"
Observing the change in Yoongi's expression is worth it though, and he smiles softly as he closes the distance between them again, drawing their lips together in a deep kiss.
From then on it's easy to get lost in the moment as Yoongi starts moving.
The feeling of their naked skin brushing, his hips squeezing around Yoongi's torso, Yoongi's hand pressing his own down into the mattress as a point of security and reassurance, of Yoongi inside of him, working a slow rhythm that leaves Jimin feeling hypnotized – it all melts together into a dizzying mix of sensations that has Jimin losing all sense, all thoughts, all coherency.
He wishes this could last forever, that they could stay this entwined, this connected, for the rest of time, but at the same time the need for release grows with every movement of Yoongi's hips, and soon Jimin is left pleading for Yoongi to touch him, to throw him over that edge.
When a hand does tighten around his dick it only takes a few pumps before Jimin can't hold himself together anymore, vision going white as fire rushes through his veins, making his toes curl and belly muscles spasm as his release spills between them.
He's only half-aware of how Yoongi picks up the pace, thrusting deeply a few more times before finding his own high with a guttural groan, body curling around Jimin's to completely cover him, and it takes them several long moments of heaving before Jimin can even find the energy to lift his arms up again to gently caress across Yoongi's back.
Holy shit.
It feels like ages before they finally get themselves to leave the bed, both feeling completely lethargic and exhausted after what has by all means been a ridiculously intense day, but at some point they really do have to admit that they're famished, and it's with great reluctance that they drag themselves to the shower to get themselves presentable again.
Being together, naked, outside of the bed brings back the wonder of it all though, and Jimin finds himself smiling so broadly that Yoongi throws him a confused 'What? What?', only to have Yoongi smile back at him just as foolishly when he replies with a cheeky 'Nothing, I just love you'.
Of course, such a rare, adorable expression on Yoongi's face needs to be rewarded with kisses, and that leads to wandering hands, and it takes them a long time before they do actually leave the room to find themselves food.
They clearly hadn't taken into account the reaction of their friends to their new relationship though, because as soon as they step into the kitchen they jump back in surprise as a confetti canon goes off (where the hell did someone even find that?), and they find all the crew members gathered and clapping at them, of all things.
And Seokjin wouldn't be Seokjin if he didn't directly grab the attention by smirking devilishly and loudly exclaiming "Excellent, you're just in time for the cake!", before stepping aside and revealing what indeed is a huge cake on the table. A cake with rainbow-coloured frosting, with in large, swirly letters right on top: 'Congratulations! Fucking finally'.
Great.
It's that evening, when the teasing and giggling and fishing for details on their personal business from the other crew members has finally quieted down a bit, all of them lying sprawled across the couches of their common room – Jimin feeling like he's floating with the way he's curled up against Yoongi, the rapper's hand mindlessly carding through his hair as if this is all normal – that Namjoon speaks up.
"God, I can't believe we almost lost two crew members, actually lost one of our jets and didn't even get the part we were trying to steal; what a complete disaster…"
At which Jimin directly sits up, looking over in confusion.
"But we got the part? Like, you're right about the complete disaster, but at least we did get the part…"
That certainly grabs everyone's attention, and Namjoon is looking at him with big eyes when he repeats: "You actually got the part?"
"Of course I got the part, I said I'd get it so I did. So you know, I didn't fuck up anything. It's Yoongi who recklessly wrecked one of the jets, shame on him. Maybe we should evaluate whether it's time for him to retire; I mean, crashing such expensive equipment…"
He was waiting for Yoongi to rise to the bait and he does, sitting up straight too, indignation clear from everything when he squawks: "Are you seriously blaming me for wrecking a jet that I used to save you with? That I defeated two enemy jets with just to save your ass, almost costing me my life?"
Not being able to keep the huge grin from his face, Jimin tries to keep his voice level as he responds: "Well, all I'm saying is that if you'd just been a little more careful you could have saved us huge costs –"
He doesn't get to finish his last word because there's a growl-like sound and then he's pushed flat onto the couch, Yoongi's lips on his as the rapper climbs on top of him, and god, Jimin is going to milk their new dynamic for all it has got because this is the best.
He's soon distracted from his smugness by Yoongi's deft tongue though, and he only vaguely registers Seokjin lamenting: "Oh my god, they were already insufferable, but they've gotten even worse, how even-"
He's cut off by Taehyung's giddy voice: "Hey, I think we all win: the bickering stops sooner and we get a great show…"
Hoseok of course replies with some sort of agreement, and as their friends continue to chatter on they have to stop kissing because Jimin is smiling too broadly, and he instead nuzzles his face into Yoongi's neck and holds him close.
Outside, the millions of familiar and unfamiliar stars still shine just as brightly as five years ago, and Jimin feels his heart beat wildly in his chest in excitement as he looks forward to many, many more years to come with this crazy crew.