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[Jimin to Hoseok]
[Jimin]: Hey hyung can I ask you something? (●'◡'●)
[Hobi]: sure thing baby. what’s on ur mind? :)
[Jimin]: Yoongi-hyung
[Jimin]: More specifically
[Jimin]: Am I going to scare him off if I come on too strong?
[Hobi]: as i understood it u’ve already been coming on strong lately.
[Hobi]: and scared isn’t the vibe i’m getting from him ;)
[Jimin]: He talked to you about the other night? (￣▽￣)”
[Hobi]: sure did. which is why i am 100% confident u aren’t going 2 scare him off even if u try :D
[Jimin]: Okay that makes me feel less worried. Thank you
[Jimin]: Now I just have to ask (;●_●)
[Jimin]: Any other advice?
[Hobi]: just one more thing.
[Jimin]: I’m listening
[Hobi]: if u wanna really make his head explode then do what u did for me.
[Jimin]: Which part?
[Hobi]: no plug baby.
[Hobi]: let him show u how bad he’s been dying 2 smell u slicked up again ;D
[Jimin]: ( 〃▽〃)
[Jimin]: Okay
~
[Jimin to Yoongi]
[Jimin]: What are you doing tomorrow night?
[Yoongi]: Nothing important. Why?
[Jimin]: Come hang out with me? (＾-＾)
[Yoongi]: What, you’re not gonna join in on the anime binge with Tae and JK?
[Jimin]: They’re watching some mech anime and that’s really not my thing
[Jimin]: You don’t wanna join either?
[Yoongi]: Nah. I mostly just watch anime for Tae. If he’s got someone else to do it with who actually enjoys it then I figure I’m okay to leave him to it sometimes.
[Yoongi]: What were you thinking?
[Jimin]: Dinner at my place? （。＾▽＾）
[Yoongi]: Sure. Want me to pick something up?
[Jimin]: I can order something in
[Yoongi]: Works for me. See you at like 6? Or did you wanna eat later?
[Jimin]: Nah that’s fine
[Jimin]: Looking forward to it („• ֊ •„)
[Yoongi]: Me too Min-ah.
~
[Yoongi to Hoseok]
[Yoongi]: Red fucking alert.
[Yoongi]: I need help.
[Hobi]: oh? what’s happening? :)
[Yoongi]: Min-ah invited me over for dinner tomorrow while JK and Tae have their anime marathon here.
[Hobi]: and this is a red alert problem?
[Yoongi]: Please don’t play dumb right now.
[Hobi]: alright. so minnie invited u 2 dinner and u guys are gonna be alone for the first time since he gave u that stellar blowjob. do i have the facts right?
[Yoongi]: Yeah and I didn’t ask because I don’t want to be presumptuous but it would be stupid to think nothing is going to happen.
[Hobi]: a safe assumption ;)
[Hobi]: what can i do 2 help?
[Yoongi]: You’ve got experience. I just wanna make sure I don’t fuck this up, so tell me something that will help. Advice. Tips. I don’t care what, just something.
[Yoongi]: Please.
[Hobi]: ok i got u <3
[Hobi]: so first tip is 2 settle down because i promise u it’s way easier than u think.
[Hobi]: second: jimin-ah is gonna panic when he first gets wet but all u need to do is show him how much u love it.
[Hobi]: literally just be urself and ur going 2 be fine honey :)
[Hobi]: i’m not just saying that either. u 2 are basically a match made in heaven. as soon as u get moving the chemistry will carry u through no problem.
[Hobi]: it’s basically impossible 2 screw up as long as ur honest about how desperately u want 2 get a taste of him.
[Hobi]: actually just be honest in general. it will definitely help u in this case.
[Yoongi]: Fucking hell. Honesty. Okay. I can do that.
[Hobi]: i know u can :)
[Yoongi]: Even though it’s kind of the opposite of ‘being myself’.
[Hobi]: not exactly.
[Hobi]: u don’t have to pretend to like it. u just have to tell the truth anyway.
[Yoongi]: Okay. Fair.
[Yoongi]: You really think I’m just worrying for nothing?
[Hobi]: not exactly. ur worried about a real thing and i don’t think it’s wrong of u 2 be concerned.
[Hobi]: i just know from firsthand experience that it’s way easier 2 navigate than ur probably thinking. and definitely way easier than minnie thinks it is.
[Yoongi]: So one of those things where he’s worried he’s a huge burden even though he really isn’t?
[Hobi]: exactly. he needs extra reassurance and care but as soon as he has it he’s fine. more like incredible honestly. ur gonna love him so much.
[Yoongi]: Okay. Thank you. Sorry for messaging you in a panic.
[Hobi]: no apology necessary. i think it’s sweet that ur so worried.
[Hobi]: feel better? :)
[Yoongi]: Yeah. Still nervous, but less afraid of saying the wrong thing and ruining everything.
[Hobi]: good because u would have 2 work really hard 2 mess up that bad. like i mean actively trying to make things worse.
[Hobi]: wanna watch something and not talk about it? i could come down to ur room :)
[Yoongi]: God yes.
[Yoongi]: Want a whiskey or should I grab you something else?
[Hobi]: whiskey sounds good ;D
[Hobi]: and if ur still worried i can talk you through it better face 2 face.
[Yoongi]: Thanks Seok-ah.
~~
Yoongi is definitely still nervous as he makes his way up to Jimin and Jungkook’s apartment, but he likes to think it’s a more normal amount of nervous. He and Hoseok talked everything over last night, and he got plenty of opportunity to think up a game plan. There were also enough little scraps of information that Hoseok teased him with to leave his head damn near swimming with desire, but he’s trying to think past at least some of that.
The desire is supposed to be good. Hoseok assured him of that repeatedly. It’s just that there’s a difference between wanting and being overeager – and he feels like his scent is going to give away exactly how eager he is even without his head in the gutter.
Just need to take this one step at a time.
He and Jimin have hung out alone plenty of times. Even if the air feels a little more charged between them ever since the last night they spent alone together, everything else is objectively the same. They’re going to eat, and they’re going to hang out. Anything after that is stuff he can deal with later.
At the very least, he’s relieved when Jimin answers the front door in actual pants instead of another pair of tiny shorts – which means he won’t have to spend another dinner trying desperately to keep his head on straight. (Or more like it won’t be any more difficult than it was already going to be.) Still, it’s obvious Jimin has been cleaning, the mild scent of some of the products still lingering in the air.
After months together and plenty of time watching the live feed of their apartment, Yoongi knows that Jimin cleans most when he’s nervous. Maybe they’re both a little on edge tonight.
He can try to help with that.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, he pulls Jimin into a hug and starts nosing at his scent gland. Of course, Jimin’s scent is perfectly content, but that doesn’t really mean anything. The fact that he goes stiff for a moment before he relaxes and returns the hug says more than enough to make up for it though.
“You’re worried,” Yoongi says, voice low as he scents Jimin briefly.
“More like… excited? Maybe a little nervous? I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” Jimin lets out a little laugh, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s neck before returning the scenting. “Better now that you’re here.”
“So you’re saying maybe it’s not presumptuous for me to have been nervous about this too?”
“You had plenty of reason to presume. I wasn’t trying to make you guess either – sorry.”
“I could have asked,” Yoongi admits, pulling back enough to see the embarrassed little smile on Jimin’s face. (He’s pretty sure he looks embarrassed too, but at least it’s both of them.) “Actually, maybe I should ask now, just to be clear?”
“For right now…” Jimin pulls his phone out and looks at the screen briefly before shoving it back into his pants pocket. “In about five minutes, food will be here and we can eat. Then I figured we could hang out for a bit while I look for an opening to makeout with you. Complaints?”
Yoongi swallows, a million questions flying circles around his brain. How far does this go? Does he get to eat Jimin out? Do they need to talk first? If it’s just making out that would be fine too, because it’s not like it needs to go any further if Jimin isn’t ready for that. It’s just this big mess of desire, caution, and love so big he barely knows where to put it all without–
Jimin’s voice yanks him out of his spiraling thoughts. “You gonna tell me what you’re thinking, or do you want me to start guessing? If I’m being too forward, I can–”
“That’s not it at all,” Yoongi interrupts. Hell, he can’t start messing this up already. If he’s going to have to be honest (and maybe a bit shameless) later, he may as well get a start now – especially since Jimin is already being open too. “I like you forward like this. It helps get through my head that you want some of the same things I do. I’m just… not sure exactly how far this goes? Not that we have to figure it out right now, or that it has to go anywhere at all. Sorry, just a lot of thoughts and questions floating around my head.”
Something in that mess of words makes Jimin smile wide, the expression going all the way up to his eyes. “I love when you tell me what you’re thinking. Makes me feel better to know I’m not the only one who’s brain is running circles about all of this.”
“You too?”
“Yeah. I mean… I know what I want, but that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking myself in circles about whether you’re going to want it too, or if I’m going to screw it up somehow.” Jimin’s scent wavers just a little as he speaks, that little bit of rigidness rolling through his body again as he takes a deep breath, then lets out a puff of laughter. “We’re a hell of a pair, aren’t we? Can’t believe we’re both this nervous.”
He’s right. They are both nervous, but they’re also being honest and it sounds like they both want some of the same things. Plus there’s something about seeing how anxious Jimin is that makes Yoongi feel like he wants to carry more of this for the two of them. He might not be as put together as Jin, as able to read people as Hoseok, or as naturally gifted at leading as Namjoon… but that doesn’t mean he isn’t capable.
His omega is worried, and he can help.
“Listen, we are both nervous, but I don’t want you to think for a minute that me being nervous means I’m second guessing any of what I want,” Yoongi says, standing a bit straighter and hugging Jimin tighter. “Do you wanna talk about those things you want before or after we eat?”
“Did you just go all alpha on me?” Jimin asks with a tiny giggle. “Even your scent changed a little.”
Yoongi can feel his cheeks go hot. “M’just trying to– Last time when I was all embarrassed, you helped carry the conversation. I thought maybe this time I could try, but if I just look like an idiot then–”
“Hey, no, it’s okay. I like it. Was just kind of sudden and I didn’t expect it, but it’s good – promise.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes, still feeling a little like maybe he should crawl under a rock and hide as he mutters, “You laughed.”
“Just a little! And mostly because I’m nervous and giving you a hard time is easier than just turning into a puddle because you’re hot like this. Honestly, I…” Jimin trails off, gaze faltering as he stares down at Yoongi’s chest. “I might need you to take the lead a bit tonight. There’s parts of this where I’m probably gonna get a little…”
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you, Min-ah. I’ve been planning, and–”
The sound of a knock at the door cuts Yoongi off, which is probably for the best considering the way Jimin’s expression was shifting to something almost mischievous as he spoke.
“Okay, we’re definitely talking more about that, but first let me get our food,” Jimin says.
Yoongi reluctantly lets him go. There’s a part of him that wants to get the door himself, like the thought of anyone on the other side seeing his omega all nervous like this is something he shouldn’t allow. He knows it’s just alpha bullshit, so he shoves it down along with the growl that wants to come out of his mouth as he hears Jimin exchange pleasantries with the delivery person.
This is stupid. He lets himself slip into a more alpha frame of mind for one minute and suddenly he’s all protective? What does he even think–
“Why are you frowning like that?” Jimin asks, the front door shut and a delivery bag hanging from one hand.
“Ignore me,” Yoongi mumbles, stepping forward to take the bag. “Where are we eating?”
Jimin pauses for a moment, just watching as Yoongi takes the bag from him. “Living room,” he eventually answers, that sly little smile back on his face.
The small living room table is clear of textbooks and other debris today (as spotless as the rest of the apartment), so there’s plenty of room for them to spread out the various containers of food Jimin ordered from a nearby barbecue place. Yoongi is pretty sure the logo is familiar, and he definitely recognizes the delicious smell when he pops the lid of a container Jimin passes to him. There are beef short ribs inside, practically falling off the bone and dripping in delicious sauce.
“That container is all for you,” Jimin says. “You seemed to love them the one time Kookie ordered them for all of us, so I figured it was a safe bet.”
“Hell yeah, these are so damn good. Thanks.”
~~
They spend a couple of minutes eating and talking about the food before Jimin finally asks. “So what was that earlier when I was grabbing the door? Get a work message or something?”
Honesty. He’s supposed to be honest tonight – to be himself just like Hoseok said.
“No, just some alpha bullshit. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“Less worried and more curious,” Jimin says. “Tell me about it?”
“Fine, but just… It was a momentary thought, not the kind of thing I think all the time, okay?”
“Now I’m even more curious, but yeah. Momentary thought. Not typical. Got it.”
“It was… You were nervous and cute, and the thought of someone else seeing my omega ‘vulnerable’ like that made me want to handle it for you. Sorry, it’s bullshit. I know you weren’t actually vulnerable, but–” Yoongi cuts himself off mid-sentence as he catches the way Jimin’s scent spikes all warm and sweet. “Wait, that doesn’t bother you?”
Jimin smiles briefly at Yoongi, then focuses his eyes down at the piece of fried chicken he’s picking at. “You really think of me like that? As yours, I mean?”
There’s a lie perched on Yoongi’s tongue, a distraction, a redirection, anything – but that’s not what he’s doing tonight. “For months now,” he admits, shoveling another bite of short rib into his mouth to keep himself from saying anything else.
Jimin’s scent tips even sweeter, cheeks going red as he keeps smiling down at his food, eyes only flicking up to Yoongi’s for brief glances. “God, I’m not used to you being this honest. It’s nice, and… I like that you think of me that way.”
“Sorry if it’s weird. I’m just trying to…” Hell, what is he even trying to do? Not fuck this up, probably – which means doing what Hoseok said. Being himself. Not hiding.
“Trying to what? Is this part of what you were talking about before the food got here? You were starting to tell me you’d been planning for… this, I assume?”
“Basically part of the same conversation, yeah. Hell with it. Let me just be transparent, I guess. Not like I haven’t embarrassed myself in front of you hundreds of times already.” Yoongi forces himself to take a deep breath, trying to get the words in some sort of order in his head. “I talked to Seok-ah. After you invited me here, I mean.”
Jimin sets his chopsticks down, giving Yoongi his full attention. “Okay. What did you guys talk about?”
“I told him you invited me, and that I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but also wanted to be sure I was ready to take care of you however you need. Figured he would have the best advice.”
“Not Jin-hyung?”
Yoongi can’t help but laugh at that. “I didn’t want to make it a whole ordeal, and there’s at least a fifty percent chance that Jin-hyung would have.”
Jimin considers this for a moment. “You know… not to go entirely off topic – because I’m definitely coming back to you and Hoseok-hyung talking – but is it really so bad talking to Jin-hyung?”
“Never said it was bad. I just… He can be intense, just like Joon-ah. I love that about both of them, but sometimes I want advice without the chance of ending up in someone’s lap hearing how proud they are until I get overwhelmed.”
“Okay, you know what? That’s actually completely fair. I like talking to Hoseok-hyung partially because he doesn’t make a big deal out of stuff – like when I texted him asking about tonight.”
“Wait, are you– Did you ask him about this too?”
“A little, yeah,” Jimin admits, smiling as his shoulders shake with silent laughter. “Which means by the time you talked to him, he already knew what I was planning.”
Now that Yoongi thinks about it, Hoseok did seem almost suspiciously sure that Yoongi wasn’t being presumptuous at all about tonight. It hadn’t really stood out at the time (mostly because Yoongi was too lost in his own worries to even think about it), but now it makes a lot more sense.
It also leaves him wondering…
“What did you ask him?”
“Mostly just if I ran the risk of scaring you off if I came on too strong.”
“You do realize I’ve been mated to Tae for years, right?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Well what did you ask him then?”
“Literally for any advice he thought would help me not make a mess out of this.”
“And?”
“And what?” Yoongi asks.
“What did he tell you?”
“That if I wanted to fuck this up, I would have to literally try. A couple other little things, but mostly just to be myself – and be honest.”
“Aren’t those two completely different things?” Jimin says with a laugh, clearly poking fun.
“That’s exactly what I said! He told me I didn’t have to pretend to like it, but that I should do it anyway, so here I am… doing it anyways, I guess. Again, sorry if it’s weird.”
“It’s not– Okay, actually it is, but I really appreciate it anyway. It helps to know what you’re thinking… especially when it’s stuff that makes me feel less like I’m the only one who wants this.”
“You’re not, Min-ah,” Yoongi assures him. “Not even a little bit.”
Jimin smiles, picking his piece of chicken back up with a smile, wagging his eyebrows as he asks, “So, if I start throwing out embarrassing questions, are you going to answer those honestly too?”
“Relevant honesty only, sorry.”
“Aww, you’re no fun!”
~~
They joke through the rest of dinner, slipping back into the easy rhythm of debating things that don’t matter and giving each other a hard time. Near the end of the meal, Jungkook sends a picture to the group chat of the living room coffee table absolutely covered in snacks, and his and Taehyung’s anime on the TV in the background. It’s good to know they’re having fun, and the wide smile on Jimin’s face when he sees the picture is nice too. He always seems more at ease knowing the two of them are content.
It’s as they’re cleaning up the table that Jimin finally brings the conversation back to somewhere more serious. “So there was something I kind of wanted to ask you for tonight. I was gonna wait until I found that window to makeout with you, but now that you know that’s what I’m going for, I don’t think I need to fish for opportunities.”
“No fishing required. What did you wanna ask?”
“It’s umm… Well… Damn it.” Jimin lets out a sigh and then almost immediately follows it with a laugh. “Go sit down and give me a minute to figure out how I wanna do this.”
There’s a bit of silence while Jimin works, cheeks flushed as he throws away their takeout containers and puts a few dishes in the sink – but Yoongi has never minded not talking. In fact, it’s one of the things he’s best at. It’s no trouble for him to plop down on the couch and give Jimin a little bit of space to think, and it gives him a chance to try and center himself too. He’s not sure what exactly Jimin is going to ask him for, but he wants to be prepared to be honest and accommodate whatever his omega needs.
After a minute or so, Jimin makes his way back over, pausing just in front of where Yoongi sits on the couch, like he’s considering something.
“What’s up?” Yoongi asks, reaching out to take one of Jimin’s hands. “You need help with anything?”
Jimin shakes his head, taking a breath and then climbing into Yoongi’s lap, knees planted on either side of him so they’re left face to face. “No fishing required, right?”
Well, that was fast.
Yoongi adjusts immediately, settling his hands on Jimin’s hips, thumbs rubbing tiny little circles into the skin. “That’s right. Feel better asking me this way?”
“I get to be close, and I can hide after I embarrass myself. What’s not to like?”
“You think you’re gonna embarrass yourself?”
“Basically a guarantee,” Jimin says, letting out a laugh as he settles his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders. After a few beats of silence, he must realize Yoongi is waiting for him to start talking. He swallows, voice coming out soft when he speaks again. “So it’s… I was wondering if you would nip me?”
A nip. Yoongi could give Jimin a nip and see if he makes the same pretty little sound he did for Jungkook back during their heats. The memory is so perfectly clear in Yoongi’s mind, from the whine to the dazed expression on Jimin’s face after… He can imagine the omega going all soft for him, tension completely gone from his body and that same perfect, breathy little sound falling from his lips, like he can’t wait to–
“Judging by your scent, I’m assuming it’s a yes – but I’d still really appreciate it if you could say something,” Jimin mutters.
“Of course it’s a yes, sweetheart. Been wishing I could nip you ever since I saw JK do it months ago. Honestly, I think the whole pack has probably wanted to nip you since then.”
“Oh, really? Did we do something special, or…?”
“Just made the hottest little whine, then went so goddamn soft for him,” Yoongi answers, trying to sound at least a little like he hasn’t thought about that moment hundreds of times since then. “Would’ve wanted to nip you anyway, but that sound.”
“So, what you’re saying is that noisy does it for you?”
“Most of the time, yeah. You don’t have to play it up for me or anything. I like it more when I know it’s real, and even better when I know you can’t help it.”
“We umm…” Jimin flushes, leaning in to hide his face in Yoongi’s shoulder. “We should be good then. M’not always the best at making words happen, but I can’t help being sort of noisy. Even when I try to be quiet, it just happens.”
There’s no hiding the way Yoongi starts getting hard at that. The thought of Jimin letting out a whole slew of pretty noises whether he wants to or not is just too enticing. It’s so tempting to start now, to nip his omega and then find out exactly what it takes to get all those sounds flowing, to–
Focus. They need to finish talking first.
“That’s so hot, you have no idea – but if I start talking too much about that right now, I’m gonna get distracted. Need to know a couple of things before I nip you.”
Jimin lets out a little laugh, pulling back to look at Yoongi with a smile. “Okay, questions first.”
“So the first one is… How far do you want this to go, exactly? Not that you can’t stop me at any point if I do something you don’t like, but I just wanna make sure we work out some specifics before I nip you. Is there anything in particular you know you’re gonna want or need from me? Anything you don’t want?”
“Just umm… I’m pretty okay with anything, but I know I might need some help when you first… When I start leaking.” Jimin finishes with obvious tension in his voice, leaning in to nose at Yoongi’s scent gland and taking in a deep breath. “I know you’ve sort of seen how I get about it before. Just need you to tell me if you don’t like it so I can–”
“Baby, there’s no possible way I’m not gonna love it,” Yoongi interrupts, slipping a hand up into Jimin’s hair and guiding him even closer to his scent gland. “Seok-ah mentioned you might need some extra reassurance, but I’ve been dying to get you slicked up again for months, so I think I can handle that part no problem.”
There’s a couple seconds of silence while Jimin just breathes over Yoongi’s scent gland, body slowly going less tense until he takes one last deep breath and whispers, “Okay. I believe you. M’still gonna panic at first probably, but I appreciate you telling me you… that you might…”
“That I’m so goddamn excited to have you wet for me, it isn’t even funny?”
“Yeah, I…” Jimin huffs out a tiny laugh and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s neck. “For that. And then your other question – the one about how far things go. I want– You can say no, obviously, but I really want you to knot me, hyung.”
Jimin wants… a knot?
Holy shit. This is really happening. What is Yoongi even supposed to say to that when it feels like his brain is leaking out his ears at the thought of getting to fill his omega up properly? Fuck, Jimin is going to look so goddamn pretty stretched around–
“Can feel you,” Jimin whispers, just loud enough to be heard as he rocks his hips forward into the erection straining against Yoongi’s pants. “Tell me I can have you too?”
“Hell, Min-ah – you’re so goddamn hot, I– Yeah, we can do that. Here, let me give you that nip before I lose my mind.”
Jimin gives a short little nod, rocking his hips forward again and letting out a contented little sigh as they grind together just a bit. “Please, want it.”
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate. He leans in, opens his mouth over Jimin’s scent gland, and bites down – not too rough, but firm enough for his omega to settle warm and easy against him in an instant. What starts as a little gasp turns to one of those gorgeous, breathy little whimpers Yoongi has been dreaming about hearing after a nip for what feels like eons.
He leaves his teeth sunk into the skin for a few seconds, appreciating the way Jimin’s breathing slows and his scent tips creamy and sweet. Once he’s done, he drags his tongue over the marks, earning another shaking little whine.
“You sound so pretty already, Min-ah.”
Jimin leans back, his motions as syrupy as the slow little smile he gives Yoongi. “I can sound better. Alpha, take me to bed?”
Alpha. Fuck.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Yoongi answers, a little growl rolling out of him as he speaks. “I can take you to bed.”
*******
Jimin already feels so good. He’s floaty from the nip Yoongi gave him, warmth pulsing from his scent gland where he swears he can still feel the delicate press of his alpha’s teeth.
It’s nearly enough to make him shiver, though that might have more to do with how Yoongi’s fingers skate across his tummy before grabbing the hem of his shirt. They’re already in the bedroom, locked together in a kiss as they slowly inch closer to the bed. Jimin wants to be in that bed like yesterday, so he takes the opportunity to break their kiss, allowing Yoongi to pull his shirt over his head and then tugging the alpha toward the bed.
He fully intends to let himself fall onto the mattress, but Yoongi catches him with a warm little laugh and guides him down more gently instead. The bed already smells so much like vanilla and citrus – but he can’t wait to get Yoongi’s cinnamon scent into the sheets as well. He doesn’t waste any time, scooting himself toward the center and making grabby hands toward Yoongi, who is staring down at him with what looks like hunger in his eyes.
“Hyung, please?”
“Impatient,” Yoongi mutters, crawling his way onto the bed and right over Jimin, trailing fingers along his bare chest and up to his scent gland, where his teeth were pressed just minutes before. It makes Jimin gasp, the skin there still extra sensitive after the nip. “Fuck, you sound so good, Min-ah. Let me get the rest of these clothes off of you?”
Jimin nods, already desperate to put more of his skin on offer for his alpha, to feel those hands on him just like he’s been thinking about for ages.
It’s easy enough to get his remaining clothes off with the two of them working together, and so worth it to watch the way Yoongi’s eyes drag their way up Jimin’s body while his scent spikes all spicy sweet. He can’t seem to help the way his gaze catches on Jimin’s piercing, the little silver bellybutton ring glinting in the light. It clearly takes effort for the alpha to pry his eyes away, though he does eventually manage after a tiny rumbling growl escapes his lips. Normally being stared at like this would make Jimin nervous, but that’s part of why he asked for the nip. He wants to be able to let Yoongi look without getting so anxious, and then there’s another thing too…
He’s not wet yet. The nip helped his thoughts slow down enough that the anticipation doesn’t have him leaking quite as early as it would have otherwise – but he knows it’s coming. That would usually have him about ready to panic. He can definitely feel the beginnings of worry and shame building inside of him, but it’s harder for them to overwhelm him when his whole brain feels fuzzy and warm.
And he knows what he needs to make it better.
Yoongi has had enough time to look. His eyes are settled somewhere down around Jimin’s thighs – maybe looking at his dick, but it’s hard to say for sure. Either way, it’s hard to miss the way the alpha’s fingers twitch when he catches himself reaching out to touch, swallowing as he stops himself and looks up at Jimin’s face. “Can I touch you?” he whispers, voice strained in a way that makes pride swell in Jimin’s chest.
His alpha wants him. There’s just one thing he needs to do before he lets him take.
“Kiss first?” Jimin asks.
In an instant, Yoongi is there above him. “As many as you want, Min-ah,” he answers, leaning in to press their lips together.
The kiss is warm and easy, exactly like what Jimin wanted when he asked for it, but he can also feel Yoongi hard against his hip. It sends a hot spike of desire through him, thinking about what it’s going to be like to fit all of the alpha inside of him, to feel his knot swell and–
God, he’s definitely about to start leaking, and there’s something he needs to do first.
“Alpha,” Jimin whines, breaking their kiss and doing his best to get the words out. “It’s… I’m… M’gonna leak.”
“Yeah, baby?” One of Yoongi’s hands lands on Jimin’s hip, dragging down over his thigh. “Gonna let me get that plug out of you so I don’t miss it?”
Moment of truth. Here’s hoping Hoseok was right…
“I’m umm… I’m not wearing one, hyung.”
Yoongi’s scent spikes hard, spicy sweet enough to make Jimin’s head feel fuzzy as a growl rolls out of the alpha. “Fuck, tell me I can touch you now? I’ve been fantasizing about getting my mouth on your thighs forever. Wanna mark you up all pretty and see when you start dripping for me.”
The hand already at Jimin’s thigh presses into the muscle, blunt nails dragging just a bit over the skin and making him gasp.
“You can. Want you to touch me, please?”
Yoongi clearly doesn’t miss his reaction, head tilting to the side as he repositions his hand and drags his nails more deliberately down Jimin’s inner thigh. The sensation is almost electric – like static branching under his skin until he’s left feeling hot and needy. He’s always had sensitive thighs, but it’s much harder to keep himself from letting out a shuddering breath when he’s already this desperate to be touched.
Jimin can feel his eyelashes fluttering, voice coming out high and breathless as he whines, “Hyung, sensitive.”
“God, you’re a dream, Min-ah,” Yoongi whispers, pressing one more kiss to Jimin’s lips and then climbing down between his legs, pressing gently to encourage Jimin to spread his thighs.
It’s a little embarrassing to be so on display, but the way Yoongi absolutely descends on him makes everything go warm and fuzzy again in an instant. He feels the heat of Yoongi’s mouth running along one thigh in wet, open mouthed kisses that feel good, but not quite like what he wants. Just as he’s about to open his mouth and ask for Yoongi to use his teeth, the alpha scrapes his nails up Jimin’s other thigh and fills his brain with that static again.
The whine that falls from his lips is cut off halfway through when he feels the first trickle of slick drip out of him and he freezes.
Yoongi lets out a moan as he pulls back just far enough to glance down at Jimin’s ass, another growl leaving his lips. “So goddamn perfect, sweetheart. You smell as good as I remember – better even. Look at you,” he whispers, sounding reverent as one hand drags down until his thumb presses gently over Jimin’s hole. “So pretty but clenched so tight. Gonna have to work you open nice and thorough if you want a knot later, baby.”
The mere mention of getting knotted is enough to have Jimin loosening up, even with the cold surge of anxiety he feels at being wet in front of his alpha. Of course that just sends more slick dripping out of him. Thankfully there isn’t too much yet, but he still–
His thoughts derail in an instant at the sensation of hot, wet pressure against his hole.
That’s Yoongi’s tongue. His alpha likes his slick so much he didn’t even pause to ask first, just dove right in like he couldn’t help himself.
Jimin lets out something between a squeak and a moan at the sensation of Yoongi’s tongue working over him. There’s way too much happening between the nip, the worry, and Yoongi’s mouth for him to be able to keep his scent under control. It wavers back and forth between puffs of sour and sweet vanilla, the distress strong enough that he can easily smell it on the air.
In a flash, Yoongi stops what he’s doing and practically scrambles back up toward Jimin, lips shining wet with slick and spit, and a nearly dazed look in his eyes. He cups Jimin’s cheek gently, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s okay, Min-ah. You’re doing so good, relaxing for me and letting me smell you worrying – and you taste incredible. Let me show you.”
There’s no time for Jimin to even try to give voice to his anxiety, not with Yoongi descending for an open mouthed kiss that has them both sharing the taste of his slick. It’s so… intimate. Tasting himself on his alpha, knowing that Yoongi likes it enough that he feels like he needs to share it with him. It makes something in his brain short circuit – so much so that when the next trickle of slick leaves him, he finds himself already anticipating the sounds of approval Yoongi hums into their kiss.
“Leaking even more for me, baby? Fuck, I can’t wait to get you even wetter, open you up so good for my knot. Tell me I can? Let me eat you out, put bruises on your pretty thighs? Please?”
All Jimin can do is nod, his head full of too much honey and desperation for a proper response.
Yoongi’s face practically lights up. He leans in for one more kiss that tastes a little like cinnamon and a lot like vanilla, then gets back down between Jimin’s legs, that hunger already back in his eyes. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.”
Now that Jimin is certain that Yoongi isn’t exaggerating how badly he wants this, it’s easy to get caught up in the attention. There’s a bit of a stretch at first as his knees are pressed up and open to give Yoongi easier access to him, but it fades pleasantly into the background after only a minute.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to be in the least bit of a rush, lapping up slick and paying generous attention to Jimin’s hole before letting his mouth drift along a thigh, breathing hard as he sucks bruises into the skin and soothes them with wet kisses that smear slick everywhere. The only thing keeping Jimin from drifting into it completely is just how badly he wants to feel Yoongi’s teeth. He just needs to find a way to get the words out.
“Alpha– Hyung, I…” Jimin swallows and tries again. “I want… please?”
One of Jimin’s legs is allowed to drop as Yoongi leans up to look at him fondly, the fingers of his free hand rubbing distracting little circles over Jimin’s hole. “What do you want, baby?”
“Teeth. Wanna– You can bite.”
Yoongi’s gaze darkens at that, fingers leaving Jimin’s hole to drag his nails through the mess of slick and spit on one of Jimin’s thighs. “Yeah? Want me to bite here?”
Jimin gives a few jerky nods, eyelashes fluttering just from the light pressure of Yoongi’s nails. He needs the bite, needs it so bad it’s making his teeth ache and–
“Gonna settle for me if I do?” Yoongi asks, mouth hovering just over Jimin’s raised thigh, close enough for his lips to brush the skin. “Relax and let me take my time with you?”
“Take your time,” Jimin echoes, nodding again. “Please, I need– Oh–“ He cuts himself off with a gasp as Yoongi bites down into the meat of his thigh, thoughts going from fuzzy to something gooey and syrupy slow. It feels perfect, easily soothing the part of him that was aching for his mate’s teeth.
“There you go, Min-ah. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Better,” Jimin agrees, his voice sounding breathless even to his own ears. “Please?”
He’s not even sure what he’s asking for, but it seems to please Yoongi either way, the alpha smiling back at him. “Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give you everything you want. Here,” he says, pressing Jimin’s other leg up toward his chest. “Hold yourself open for me. The stretch doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Jimin shakes his head, fumbling for a moment as he tries to get a grip on his knees. Honestly, the stretch feels nice. He should probably be embarrassed at being so exposed, but all he can think about is having Yoongi’s mouth on him again.
“Perfect. Gonna enjoy you now, sweetheart. Tell me if you need a break.”
*******
Yoongi makes good on his word, not rushing for even a second. He cycles back and forth between Jimin’s thighs and his hole, lapping up that sweet slick and smearing the excess everywhere his mouth touches, leaving his omega a pretty little mess. Pretty might be an understatement, actually. Jimin is stunning like this, legs held up to his flushed chest, eyes only barely cracked open while his lips stay parted on all the sweet sounds he makes.
Every glance Yoongi takes as he shifts positions is a treat, with Jimin looking more and more fucked out and dazed every time. He begs for Yoongi too, mostly just broken sentences and mumbled pleas for more – but every bit of it spurs him on even further.
When he finally lets Jimin cum for the first time, it’s exactly the sort of long, drawn out orgasm that he was aiming for. It leaves his omega clenching rhythmically around his tongue as whatever slick he can’t quite swallow drips down and onto the bed, Jimin’s pretty bruised thighs shaking as he cries out.
“Feels– Feels good, hyung. Please, I– S’not stopping… Can’t…”
Yoongi stays exactly where he is, tongue thrusting in and out of Jimin’s hole until his orgasm finally tapers off a few seconds later. He practically collapses when Yoongi moves his mouth over to press a line of gentle kisses along one thigh, enjoying the little tremors still running through Jimin’s body.
“Fuck… Need a minute,” Jimin whispers, voice shaky just like the rest of him.
“You can have a minute – as much time as you need, really. I’m perfectly content here.” It’s not a lie. Yoongi is more than happy to spend a couple of minutes lapping up some of the slick on Jimin’s thighs and admiring how pretty they look now that they’re covered in hickeys and bite marks. There’s no way he ever wants to forget this sight, not after dreaming about it for months.
He gives Jimin a chance to rest his legs and takes the opportunity to strip out of his clothes too, which Jimin seems to appreciate, at least if the way his half lidded eyes practically drag over Yoongi’s body is any indication. It’s great to finally get his dick out of his pants. The damn thing has been straining against the fabric long enough that he actually lets out a little sigh of relief once it’s freed – a noise that is echoed almost immediately by Jimin. The omega’s mouth drops open just the slightest, eyes fixated on Yoongi’s dick as he starts to sit up.
Yoongi lets out a little puff of laughter and reaches out to press a hand over Jimin’s stomach, holding him in place. “No, you stay where you are, baby.”
“But it’s so… I’m… I want–”
“You’re ready for more? Gonna let me open you up?”
Jimin goes from pouting to smiling in an instant, nodding his head.
God, he’s so fucking cute like this, all eager and messy and ready for a knot. Hoseok was right. After just a little bit of reassurance and care (simple enough that even Yoongi can’t fuck it up) it seems like the chemistry has been more than strong enough for both of them to get lost in. It might be the first time they’re doing this, but it feels natural – like somehow Yoongi knows instinctively how to keep his mate settled.
Between all the slick and spit from Yoongi eating him out, Jimin takes a few fingers easily, eyes rolling back briefly at the stretch before slamming shut as Yoongi presses deeper.
“Don’t really– I don’t… really need it,” Jimin mutters, hips rocking down into Yoongi’s slow exploratory thrusts for a few seconds before he goes just a little tense and cracks his eyes back open. “Should I… Don’t you want me to present for you?”
“Sometime, sure, but right now I’d rather look at you, baby.”
That answer seems to ease the little line of tension in Jimin’s body immediately, but Yoongi still has the feeling he shouldn’t linger at this part of the night. He can get Jimin off with his fingers another time. Right now the two of them should be closer, so Yoongi crawls upward, one knee between Jimin’s spread legs as he fits another finger into the omega and leans in for a kiss. He stays there for a while, less because Jimin needs the stretch and more because it just feels good to breathe in all the little sighs of pleasure as Yoongi works him open.
After a minute or two, Jimin turns his head away from the kiss and pants, “Please, hyung. Want you.”
“Not ‘alpha’ this time?” Yoongi jokes as he gently works his fingers free.
“You like it better when I call you hyung.”
“Maybe because you made me wait months to hear you say it.”
Jimin smiles at that, looking up at Yoongi and fluttering his lashes as he says, “Knot me, hyung?”
“God, you’re a menace.”
“Is being a menace gonna get your dick in me any faster?”
Yoongi can’t help but huff out a laugh. “Wow, listen to all that sass. Does someone need another nip?”
“Not my fault you spent so long eating me out.” In the space of less than a second, Jimin’s joking demeanor shifts entirely to something more serious, and he shakes his head. “No, want you just like this. I… I wanna remember our first time together, without a nip making the memory feel hazy.”
That gets Yoongi moving right away, kneeling right between Jimin’s legs and leaning over him as he lines himself up. “I wanna remember it too, Min-ah. You ready?”
“God yeah, so ready.”
Yoongi’s heart is pounding in his chest as he gently presses forward. His own little groan of pleasure is answered with the sweet, breathy little sound that Jimin lets out while Yoongi slowly inches his way inside. Everything is tight and wet and so warm that it’s hard not to just bury himself to the hilt, but nothing in the world could make him rush this moment.
“Fuck, you feel really good,” Jimin whines, nails digging softly into Yoongi’s back. He’s trembling, eyes half lidded and his scent gone utterly sweet.
“You feel good too – so goddamn wet, taking me like it’s nothing.”
“Not nothing. You’re… even bigger than you look.”
God, there’s no way he’s going to last if Jimin starts talking like that. The words have him giving a tiny thrust forward that he can’t help, both of them letting out a breath as he finally bottoms out. After that he goes still, partially to give Jimin a chance to adjust and partly just to get himself under control.
It’s a little pointless, because the second they both start moving again, he feels nearly as gone as he did before. How could he not be? He’s finally got Jimin under him, breathless and whining so pretty stretched around his cock. The number of times he’s imagined this moment is frankly embarrassing – and the real thing is so much better than whatever his mind conjured up.
“Thought about this so much,” he admits, mouth running on autopilot as he thrusts deep and slow into Jimin, pressing wet kisses to his neck.
“Me too, I– I couldn’t stop thinking about… you finally getting your hands on me, or how your knot was going to feel.” Jimin trails off, for a few seconds, panting as his legs wrap around Yoongi’s hips to draw him in deeper. “All of it, hyung. Wanted all of it so bad. Rode my little knotting toy and pretended it was you.”
“You– Fuck, you have no idea how hot that is, sweetheart. Gonna knot you so good you won’t wanna even look at that thing.”
Yoongi speeds up his thrusts, desperate to prove that he’s better than any toy his omega can come up with, to show him how well a real knot can fill him up. Maybe if he’s good enough, Jimin will want to spend his next heat together – safe with the rest of the pack where Yoongi and the other alphas can knot him over and over, as many times as he needs.
It’s a good image. Jimin utterly wrecked at the tail end of a real heat, dripping with so much cum that there will be no doubting what pack he belongs to. Completely satisfied, barely coherent but absolutely certain he’s adored and wanted and–
“God, like that. Can feel you starting to… Fuck. Want it, I– Please–” Jimin’s words come out almost desperate, high and reedy as he whines and wraps his legs tighter around Yoongi’s waist. “Alpha, knot. Can feel it… I–”
“I’ve got you, baby,” Yoongi assures him. He’s not going to last much longer, but it’s still going to take a tiny bit for his knot to swell properly. “Don’t worry, it’s all yours. Just need a minute.”
Jimin lets out a low little whine. It’s the kind of sound that usually comes with a pout, but he isn’t pouting now. Instead, he’s looking up at Yoongi with desperate, fucked out eyes and a flush that runs all the way down his chest. He’s goddamn gorgeous, absolutely perfect and taking Yoongi’s cock like he was made for it, starting to clench around him as they both get closer to the edge.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight,” Yoongi pants. “Like you’re pulling me right in.”
“Want you in. Can– You can fill me up – so good you knot me full of pups…”
Did he really just say–
Yoongi doesn’t have time to think that through. His knot starts swelling fast the moment the words are out of Jimin’s mouth, and the only thing on his mind is breeding his mate so full he never feels empty again.
“Oh, fuck. Like that, hyung. Want it, want it, please…”
It takes a few thrusts, his forming knot pressing at Jimin’s rim as he grinds forward, but he manages to finally pop inside and lets out a growl. “Taking my knot so well. Gonna give you pups, baby – as many as you want. Fill you up so good that everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Yours,” Jimin echoes. “Wan’it – alpha, please. I’m–”
“Gonna cum on my knot, omega?” Jimin nods, eyes fluttering shut and his hole clenching even tighter around Yoongi’s knot as it starts to pop. “Show me. Wanna see how much you like it.”
Jimin is already gone, his whole body trembling as he whines out a string of half formed words, one hand clutching the pillow above his head and the other pressing nails into Yoongi’s back. The sight is more than enough to have Yoongi’s knot popping completely as he’s swept away with the force of his orgasm, finally giving his omega exactly what he’s asked for.
“Hyung… It’s– Feels so full. Yours…”
“That’s right, baby. Mine,” Yoongi answers, lips seeking out his mate’s.
They both go quiet after that, mouths pressed together in a sort of open mouthed kiss as they pant. Jimin relaxes first, orgasm ending even as he still clenches rhythmically around Yoongi’s knot, drawing out every last bit of his release until he damn near collapses.
Jimin groans as soon as Yoongi’s weight is on him.“Hell, m’too full for this.”
“Sorry, I can get up–”
“No, want you here, just…” Jimin trails off, gingerly pushing to roll the two of them onto their sides. He frowns at the discomfort as they move, but seems to relax easily again as soon as everything settles. “There, better.”
Yoongi reaches up and tugs down a pillow for them to share, then brushes some of the hair out of Jimin’s eyes. He’s beautiful, flushed and smiling warm and easy back at Yoongi like he couldn’t be any more content – and it doesn’t hurt that he smells like a dream too. The whole bed does, really. The remnants of Jungkook’s orange scent clinging to the pillow just add another layer of perfection to something that is already so good it’s–
“You’re staring,” Jimin whispers.
“Sorry, you just look really perfect right now.”
“It’s almost like you love me or something.”
Yoongi smiles at that, leaning in to give Jimin’s nose a quick peck. “I do. So much, Min-ah.”
“Love you too,” Jimin answers, letting out a tiny puff of laughter as he presses a kiss to Yoongi’s nose in return. “That all felt so good. Still does.”
“Nothing hurts? My knot should go down in like five or ten minutes, but we can move a little if you need?”
“Nothing hurts. Not even a little.” He’s quiet for a few seconds before letting his eyes slip shut and whispering, “I’ve umm… I’ve never really done this with an alpha and had it be good – so thank you for changing that.”
The hot bolt of anger that shoots through Yoongi at the thought of anyone treating his omega poorly is mostly soothed by just how close they are right now. Jimin is here, warm and soft and safe, still stretched tight around Yoongi’s knot.
Though that comfort is followed almost immediately by surprise.
“Why me first, of all people?” Yoongi asks before he can stop himself. “I mean I know you and Joon-ah are still sort of figuring things out, but I thought maybe Hoseok… Not that I’m not happy to be here with you. I’m just curious and… I’m shutting up. Sorry.”
Jimin lets out a little laugh, eyes cracking back open as he smiles. “I do want this with Hoseok-hyung too. It was just… I don’t know. This felt right. Things between us are easy and usually feel pretty low risk – and it helps that you’re the one my brain seems to think likes me the best. I know the others do too. Yours is just… It’s the one I can see the best even when my brain is trying to tell me different.”
That feels… special. It makes a little bit of pride swell warm in Yoongi’s chest.
“You still struggle with that quite a bit? Your brain telling you we all don’t like you as much as we say? I know you’ve mentioned it before, but I haven’t asked lately…”
“I do but… it’s getting easier. Lots of things are. Like there’s plenty of stuff that’s still hard, but the more I keep trying, the better it gets – even if it feels like tiny baby steps of progress at the time.”
“God, do I know that feeling. Feels like nothing but the smallest steps forward until you take a second to look back and see how far you’ve come.”
“Exactly,” Jimin says, smiling a little wider now. “I’m glad it’s not just me.”
“Same. And for what it’s worth, it makes me really happy that you’re trying.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s been…” For a moment, Jimin goes quiet and his expression softens to something more nakedly fond. “I’m really glad we all met. You’ve changed my life so much for the better – the whole pack has, each in your own way.”
Yoongi can feel the beginning of tears swelling in his eyes. He does his best to blink them away, but that doesn’t stop his voice from coming out strained when he says, “You and Jungkook-ah have changed our lives too – so much. It wouldn’t be the same without the two of you, and it’s gonna be even better once you’re mated into the pack. I’m… I can’t wait for that, Min-ah.”
Jimin’s eyes go wide, beginning to shine with the same wetness still stubbornly plaguing Yoongi’s own eyes. “You really– You think everyone will… That they’ll all want us like that too?”
“Not ‘think’. I know, sweetheart. The seven of us are going to be a pack, at least if that’s something you and Jungkook-ah want too.”
There’s a few seconds of silence where Jimin is stuck staring back at him, lips parted and trembling just the slightest. Yoongi is almost worried he’s said too much, but then Jimin leans in close and buries his face against Yoongi’s scent gland, finally letting tears fall wet against his skin.
“I want that,” Jimin whispers, just loud enough to be heard. “I want it so much, hyung.”
Yoongi has no hope of holding his own tears back now that Jimin is crying, so he blinks and lets them fall while he rubs a hand up and down Jimin’s back. “I’ve got you, baby. Sorry if that was too much for me to say.”
“It wasn’t. I’m okay. Just… haven’t really said out loud that I want it like that before, and it feels scary to admit it and not know for sure that I get to have it.”
“I understand. It’s okay. We all want you too, even if that’s a little hard to take in right now.”
Jimin huffs out a strained little laugh, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s scent gland. “Thank you, hyung. I love you so much.”
It still makes Yoongi’s heart leap every time Jimin says it.
“Love you too, Min-ah. Kiss?”
“Kiss,” Jimin answers, leaning back enough for Yoongi to see the remnants of tears and the little half smile on his face before he goes in for the kiss. It’s just a quick peck at first, then another… and another after that. In the end, it’s Jimin who finally breaks away. “Can feel your knot starting to go down. I left a towel on the bed just behind you.”
Yoongi grabs the towel, and the two of them take care of cleaning themselves up – though to be fair, it’s mostly Jimin in need of cleaning.
“You sure you don’t want any help?” Yoongi offers once his knot has finally gone down enough that they’re no longer tied together.
“Nah, I’ve got it. You really weren’t kidding about filling me up though – god. Forgot how much of a mess alphas make, not that I’m complaining. Actually…”
The question perched on Yoongi’s tongue is momentarily stuck there as he watches Jimin lift wet, messy fingers to his mouth and eagerly suck them clean. Hell, he’s watched Taehyung do that and worse for years, but the sight still gets him every time.
“You’re staring again.”
You’re hot… again,” Yoongi grumbles, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds to get his thoughts back in order. “Wanted to ask you something.”
“Sure,” Jimin says, wiping the last of their mess off of himself and tossing the towel toward a laundry basket. “What’s up?”
“It’s just… What you said earlier – did Hoseok put you up to that?”
“Which part?”
“The umm… Fuck’s sake, I didn’t think about the fact that I might have to say it.” Yoongi lets out a sigh. “The… You asked me to give you pups.”
It’s almost a relief to see just how fast Jimin’s cheeks go pink at the words. “Oh, that. Nobody put me up to it. S’just a thing that my brain thinks about in the moment and… maybe a little bit of a kink.” He lets out a nervous laugh before looking back up at Yoongi curiously. “Wait, why would Hoseok-hyung tell me to do that?”
“Maybe cause you aren’t the only one with that particular kink,” Yoongi admits, caught somewhere between embarrassed and excited at the prospect of someone else sharing his weird thing.
“Oh. God, maybe that’s part of why he keeps telling me how compatible we are.”
“Glad it’s not just me he does that to,” Yoongi says, letting out a laugh. “You down for more cuddles, or…?”
Jimin scoots closer to him in a flash. “Yes please. Wanna tell me your other weird kinks while we’re at it?”
“Not particularly, no. You’ll find out eventually.”
“You’re no fun.”
“And you’re a brat. Some things never change, huh?” Yoongi counters, leaning in for a kiss where he can feel the tiny smile on Jimin’s lips even as he tries to pout.