An Au where Jimin gets a new roommate in his dorm. He’s really intimidated by Min Yoongi, captain of the basketball team.

One day, Jimin finds a kitten in his bed, thinking nothing of it, he cuddles the little guy.

Imagine his surprise when the cat transforms into his roommate.
Tags: Territorial animals, were-cat Yoongi, cuddles, roommates, college AU, miscommunication, chaotic good Taehyung, were-koala Namjoon, fluff, awkwardness, screaming, can people really blush this much, kissing, basketball games, scenting.
"They don't tell me that kind of information, Jimin."

"What about the last name?" Jimin asks. "Do you know his last name?"

Hoseok shrugs. "Information is on a need to know bases. He's a senior and he need a new roommate. That's all... oh, and-" Hoseok makes a confused face.
"This guy's apparently had to switch three times this year already."

Jimin's nervous. "So he's a trouble maker! What if he's really loud! What if we get into a fight?"

Hoseok claps Jimin on the back. "You'll be fine. Now quit bothering me. I need to go back to filing."
Jimin goes back to his room. His new roommate should be here soon.

Gah! This is so stressful.

Jimin's already cleared one half of all the storage space for the new guy. But what if he has a million shoes or he doesn't respect storage rules, or-

There's a knock at the door.
Jimin answers it, expecting the worst-

There's a boy standing there in a red basketball uniform. And Jimin immediately recognizes him. Everyone knows who it is-

It's Min Yoongi, only the best captain in the history of their team. What's he doing here?

"Uhh, are you lost?"
Yoongi flushes, nervously fidgeting with a set of keys. He's so pretty, those long eyelashes, those high cheek bones.

"I'm- Are you Jimin?" Yoongi asks weakly.

Jimin has a moment where he doesn't remember his own name.

"I think so. Why?"

"I'm your new roommate," Yoongi says.
Jimin's entire life flashes before his eyes. "Okay."

Neither of them move for thirty seconds.

"Can I come in?" Yoongi asks. He's holding a large duffel bag. "This is getting heavy."

Jimin quickly flits to the side, allowing the senior in. Yoongi places the bag down.
There's more things in the hallway, boxes in a trolley that Yoongi slowly unloads.

"Do you want any help?" Jimin asks, uncertainly. He sits at his desk and watches.

"It's okay," Yoongi mumbles. "I'm fine."


Jimin can't breathe.
"Umm, I cleared some self space for you, and this dresser is yours."

Yoongi chews at his bottom lip. "Thank you."

Jimin wonders if he should go, but he's so curious about the other, like what's in that bag? And why does Yoongi even need a room switch? He can't imagine.
Yoongi unzips the bag.

It's filled with trophies.

It has all his championship wins, everything he's won in his four year career. Yoongi takes last years championship cup and shoves it under the bed-

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Jimin shouts.

Yoongi jumps back, clearly startled.
"W-What?" Yoongi sputters.

"You can't put your championship trophy in the drawer! This should go on the shelf," Jimin says. His heart is beating hard. What is he saying? Yoongi can do what he wants.

The captain flushes. "I... I don't want to show off or anything- I just-"
"Socks go in the drawer," Jimin says. "This trophy is amazing. This needs to go up where everyone can see it."

"Really?" Yoongi says in a small voice.

Jimin takes the cup and puts it up on the highest shelf. "There! Perfect. That's your three point winning shot right there."
Jimin pulls a wipe from a can on his desk and starts polishing.

"You saw that game?" Yoongi asks.

"I saw it live," Jimin says. "Then I saw it again on YouTube. You're spectacular."

Yoongi flushes, handing Jimin another trophy. "Can you help me place these."

"Sure can."
There's still tension in the room, and Jimin wishes it would go away. He's not sure what Yoongi thinks of him-- what if the senior thinks he annoying and pushy.

"So... um..." Jimin has no idea what to say.

"I know what you want to ask," Yoongi sighs. "Just ask it."
"I saw on your form that you've switched rooms three times this year," Jimin blurts out nervously. "You're pretty- I mean you seem pretty nice! What's with all the room changes?"

Yoongi puts some folded clothes into the drawer, before sitting on his bed. He makes a face.
He scratches his chin before answering. "I didn't really mind any of my other roommates. They were okay... it's just the cat. The cat didn't like anyone of them. It got so bad that I had to keep moving-

Huh? Yoongi has a cat? Where is it? Maybe cat stands for something else.
Jimin doesn't want to ask and seem stupid. "Oh, well, that sucks. I hope things work out between all of us."

Yoongi gives him a thumbs up. "I hope so too."

Once Yoongi's all set up, he heads out for practice. Jimin lays down on his bed and takes a deep breath.

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. Jimin and Yoongi don't really say much to each other, except the occasional hello and good bye.

It's a tense atmosphere-- Yoongi's just a really quiet person, and he's usually busy. But whatever, he's nice and polite.

And he's pretty.
Though... Jimin notices some strange things about Yoongi- maybe not strange, but a little out of the ordinary.

One time, Jimin sees Yoongi with his pillow, just gently rubbing it under his chin- and then when he's caught, he quickly places it back on Jimin's bed.
His excuse, "I think I want the same brand of pillow- I was just checking to see how soft it is."

Which is fine, except Jimin also notices other things, like how Yoongi makes this strange low hum from time to time- and randomly starts kneading stuff- one time, Jimin's arm.
And when Jimin stared at him, Yoongi flushed, as if coming to his senses. "I-I saw a bug on you!"

Jimin doesn't know what to make of it. But overall, Yoongi's pretty nice. And he's a wonderful cook- when he has the time- but mostly they don't see each other.

Jimin hopes it's ok
Then one Tuesday, Jimin's coming back from class. He goes straight back to the dorm to get some rest.

That's when he sees something very strange.

He left his hoodie on his bed that morning, and there's a lump moving around under it!

Jimin almost screams! What the heck is it?
Yoongi quickly uncovers it. There's a kitten on his bed, half asleep under his hoodie. It blinks a few times before staring at Jimin in alarm.

What the hell!?

There really is a cat! Yoongi has a cat? How come Jimin hasn't seen it all week. Where did it come from?
It's a honey blonde kitten with bright brown eyes. It stares at Jimin, not moving a muscle, as if it'd just been caught doing something bad.

"There you are," Jimin says to Yoongi's pet. "Aren't you a pretty thing?"

He scratches the cat under its chin, and it purrs.
Yoongi said it was this cat that had trouble with the other roommates.

"But you're so sweet!" Jimin coos. "How could the other roommates not like you?"

The cat rubs its face against Jimin hand, so friendly and cute.

"Can I pick you up?" Jimin asks. "Would that be okay?"
It could be his imagination, but he swears that the cat actually nods. Jimin scoops up the pretty blonde, rocking it gently in his arms.

"You're the prettiest," Jimin hums. "Let's watch some movies, shall we?"

Jimin lays down on his bed, moving his laptop so that they can see.
This is the friendliest cat Jimin's ever met. It completely melts in his arms, tail curling around his hand. Jimin kisses the top of his head, while giving it cheek rubs.

And then they watch reruns on Netflix, waiting for Yoongi to get back from class. He should be back already-
"Are you hungry?" Jimin whispers.

He wonders where Yoongi keeps the kitten's food. He hasn't seen any in the common room kitchen. Maybe he should call Yoongi or text-

Suddenly something shifts in Jimin's arms, growing larger and heavier. He can barely move his left hand.
What's happening?

Where the cat was before, there's now a heavy body, pressed against him with no space between.

It's Yoongi, that blonde hair, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. What-

"I could eat," Yoongi says, yawning. "Are you hungry? I'll cook us something good."
Jimin's struggling. He doesn't understand. Where did the cat go? And why is Yoongi suddenly here and cuddling with him.

"You know, I thought you didn't like me," Yoongi sighs. "But I was wrong! You're so nice, Jimin. I think this is gonna work out. I like this so much-"
"I think you're pretty too, Jimin-"

Jimin screams, a piercing high tenor. Yoongi rolls off him, falling on the floor with a thud.

"WHERE'S YOUR CAT!?" Jimin screeches. "What just happened? How did you get in here?"

Yoongi stares at him like he's crazy, rubbing his head.
"What cat?"

"I was cuddling with your pet cat!" Jimin shouts, pointing at him. "But then you suddenly appeared!"

Yoongi flushes a deep shade of red. "Oh shit."

"Where did it go?" Jimin gasps.

"Jimin, I thought you knew," Yoongi says. "I'm- there's is no pet- I'm a were-cat."
"Of course, I didn't know," Jimin says. "Oh my god, you think I'd kiss your head and rub your cheeks and call you pretty? Who does that?"

Yoongi's mortified, pouting, eyes watery as he continues to rub the bump on his head. "I-I just thought you liked me.... I'm-"
"I'm so so sorry," Yoongi huffs. He rushes up and grabs his bag, shoving his trophies back inside. "I'll just go-"

Jimin follows. "Go?"

"I'll leave," Yoongi says urgently. "I'll come back and pack later- I thought you knew. I'm sorry, Jimin! I'm really-"

He's leaving?
Jimin's heart twists. He doesn't want Yoongi to go. He was surprised. Were-people are rare, one in a hundred thousand. He never thought he'd meet one.

"You don't have to go, hyung," Jimin says, tugging at his arm

"Or course, I do!" Yoongi whines. "You don't think I'm pretty."
"I didn't say that," Jimin huffs. "You're very pretty."


"Wait, hold on, shhhh, don't cry," Jimin tries.
Jimin wonders what he should do, but it turns out it's very easy to calm Yoongi down. He's just like his cat form, when Jimin pulls at him, he immediately curls into the younger's arms, going limp.

"I'm sorry, I screamed," Jimin says. "I should've clarified the first day."
He gently rubs Yoongi's back, guiding him away from his bag, and back on the bed.

"I was just surprised, is all," Jimin says. "Everything's fine."

It takes a bit longer to calm Yoongi down completely, the man breathing softly in his arms. "I don't want to move again, Jiminie."
"Who said anything about moving?" Jimin says. "You don't have to move."

Yoongi yawns, blinking slowly. When Jimin rubs the spot behind Yoongi's ear, he purrs, low and deep. "Good. Thank you. I want to stay. The cat likes you, Jimin. And I like you too."

With that, he's asleep.
Jimin wonders what's happened to him. Yoongi's reaction was so strong, at the slightest hint of rejection. Maybe it's just the animal in him-

But... the cat is really sweet though, and Yoongi is too.

It's confusing.

What has Jimin gotten himself into?

~~~ TBC ~~~
If Jimin could rate the awkwardness between him and Yoongi from one to ten, it'd be a twelve.

They haven't said much to each other since that Tuesday. Jimin's scared that one night, he'll come back and just find Yoongi and all his stuff gone.

Something has to be done.
Jimin quietly comes in, feeling that he should knock before entering into his own room, which is utterly preposterous.

Yoongi's inside and he's sitting in a cardboard box, not the bed, nor the perfectly good desk, but a cardboard box that the air conditioner came in.
What's more amazing is that he fits, his knees bent into his chest, typing away on his laptop. He doesn't look up when Jimin walks in, though his cheeks do turn a faint pink.

Then it's quiet, and Jimin's skin feels two sizes too tight.

But what is there to say?
"H-How was your day?" Jimin asks, not looking directly at him, pretending to unpack.

Yoongi stares fixedly at him before answering. "Fine."

Then he goes back to typing.

Jimin's heart is hammering in his chest. "I-I see you're still enjoying that box."

"What box?" Yoongi asks.
Jimin blinks a few times in confusion. "Hyung... you're sitting in a box."

And Yoongi suddenly realizes this too, his faint flush turning a full red. "O-Oh-" he stands up, now much less comfortable. "Ah- I should really toss this out." He moves over to his desk, shaking slightly
The awkwardness has gone from a twelve to a fourteen. It turns out Jimin has a lot to say about that box. Who cares if Yoongi likes sitting in a box, he should do what he wants. He can even put his name on it in pretty sparkly letters.

But Jimin doesn't say any of it.
The seconds tick on and Jimin's nerves are shot. Yoongi shouldn't feel bad for being himself

The senior types away on his keyboard, frowning slightly. He's not looking over at Jimin, but Jimin senses just how self aware the other is- what can he say?

"Don't get rid of the box."
"What?" Yoongi looks over, his eyes glossy and confused.

Jimin pretends to put his books away.

"Don't get rid of it. I might sit in it later," Jimin says. "It looks pretty comfy in there."

He doesn't miss the way Yoongi's expression softens. "Okay. I... I won't then."
There's a few more moments of silence, Yoongi stands and walks a couple steps over, but he keeps his distance, wringing his hands. "I'm gonna make dinner. Are you hungry? I'm make extra."

"Need any help?" Jimin asks.

Yoongi looks like he wants to say a lot- "No, I'm good."
An hour later, they're both sitting in the kitchen island. Yoongi's made a delicious Kimchi stew, and tuna pancakes.

They eat quietly, scarcely looking at each other.

"It's really delicious, hyung," Jimin manages between bites.

Yoongi doesn't look up. "Thanks. H-have more."
"How was practice?" Jimin asks.

Yoongi lays his head on the counter. "It was okay, I guess. I dunno. I've been... stressed lately."

Jimin has a powerful urge to reach out and touch him, gently run his fingers through the other's hair, but he holds back.

"What about?"
"I don't really fit in with my team," Yoongi says after a long time.

"You're the captain," Jimin says. "I'm pretty sure you're team loves and respects you."

Yoongi sighs. "But do they understand me?... I don't think anyone does- and the more stressed I get the less I-"
Yoongi suddenly sits up straight, as if catching himself. He looks away. "Never mind."

He starts clearing his dishes, moving quickly-

"Maybe you should do something to de-stress," Jimin suggests, keeping his tone steady.

Yoongi pauses. "Like what?"

Jimin shrugs.
"Whatever relaxes you, I guess.'

Yoongi stares at Jimin for a full five seconds, a really focused look, then he turns away. "I can't really think of anything."

Well... the last time Jimin saw Yoongi relaxed was when they were cuddled together, for those precious seconds.
After they clean up, they go back to studying. Yoongi doesn't say much, but something's lingering, and his leg bounces up and down in agitation.

He goes to bed early, pulling over covers over his head.

Jimin decides to sleep too, searching his closet for a hoodie to wear.
His favorite blue one is still missing. Jimin wonders if he left it at the laundry room. He sighs, grabbing a black one instead and putting it on.

He turns off the lights and shuffles to his bed-

But he pauses, staring at Yoongi's blond locks peaking out of his blanket
How is he getting any air? Jimin carefully moves the fabric down, exposing Yoongi's face--

God, he's beautiful. Breathing softly, eyelashes fluttering.

Jimin can't help it, brushing stray strands away from his face, cupping his cheek. He wishes it were easier to talk to him.
But they're far from being friends-

Yoongi suddenly grabs Jimin's hand, holding it in place. He opens his eyes, glittering almost black in the dark. He's still awake.

"Don't-" Yoongi breathes. And Jimin's mortified, OF COURSE HE SHOULDN'T TOUCH SOMEONE LIKE THIS- "Don't stop."
Jimin can hardly explain himself. "I just thought you were gonna suffocate under there. I didn't mean to--"

Yoongi's breathing is ragged and he leans hard into the touch, eyes turning into slits. But then he stops himself, pushing Jimin's arm away.

What the fuck?
Yoongi sits up. He's sweaty and agitated and confused.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Jimin," the older finally says, covering his face.

"Why?" Jimin huffs. "I should apologize. I don't know what came over me."

Yoongi hides in his knees, folding over and taking long, deep breathes.
Jimin swallows thickly. He's confused. "I don't-- Talk to me, hyung. I'd really like us to be friends, but I-- I'm so sorry if I hurt you."

Yoongi finally looks at him, emotions swimming in his eyes. He takes another cleansing breath-

"Let's just go back to sleep. I'm sorry."
Jimin's chest is tight. He's scared if he drops it now. He'll likely wake up tomorrow and find Yoongi gone, and his side of the room completely empty.

"Hyung," Jimin says weakly. "I really like being roommates with you. Can't we talk about this? So we can both be comfortable?"
Yoongi struggles with this, opening and closing his mouth. Then finally. "You like being roommates with me?"

"Of course, I do."

"W-Why?" Yoongi asks, on the verge of tears.

Jimin slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. "You're a really good cook. And you're clean-"
"You're considerate, and-" Oh Jimin, grow some courage and just say it. "You're really pretty."

Yoongi flushes deep, staring at Jimin in shock. He chokes back a sob. "I... I don't really understand myself most of the time. I just wish I could be like everyone else, Jimin."
He's finally talking.

"I bit my last roommate... and I scratched the two before that," Yoongi says, so forlorn. "I couldn't help it. They were just- on my territory and- so when I moved here, I was ready for it. I even clipped my fingernails. But with you, it's all different."
"I'm the one that took your hoodie."

"What?" that was so random, Jimin has trouble processing.

"The one you were looking for yesterday for an hour," Yoongi says miserably. "I stole it. I didn't know it was your favorite."

He leans over, opening the bottom drawer. It's there.
Jimin's struggling, holding it in his hands. "Do... Do you need clothes? You can have it."

But Yoongi has plenty of clothes. Why would he need to steal it?

Yoongi frowns. "I don't- It's not cause I need more clothes. I couldn't help it. I wanted it cause it smells like you."
Jimin's really not getting it. "Do you want to borrow my perfume? Or I'll tell you the brand so you can get your own bottle."

Yoongi shakes his head. "No, it's not that-- It's you. When you're gone. I just miss you. I took it cause... it made me feel better. I'm-"
"I'm not sure what's going on with me at all, Jimin. I keep trying to stop myself but I can't. I don't to leave, so what can I do?"

Jimin's not sure what this is. He doesn't know anything about were-people and territory and stealing clothes. But does understand one thing.
Yoongi needs him.

Jimin almost can't believe it himself. He climbs onto the bed, crawling under the sheets.

"Jimin?" Yoongi huffs, as the boy snakes an arm around him.

"You're right," Jimin whispers. "Let's go to sleep and talk about this in the morning."

Oh boy... it's warm
Yoongi stares, intensely focus, and Jimin gently rubs the spot behind the older's ears.

It works like a charm, Yoongi relaxes, making that soft, deep noise. "Are you sure-" *purr* "-this is okay?"

"Good night, hyung," Jimin whispers.

Yoongi yawns. "Good night."

~~~ TBC ~~~
Jimin's the kind of person that loves sleeping in his bed by himself. He doesn't have to worry about waking someone else up, rolling around whenever he pleases.

So he's surprised by how comfortable it is, having Yoongi sleeping in his arms. He could stay like this forever.
Yoongi wakes up about the same time as him, stretching out slowly, making soft, contented noises. His eyes are still shut and he has a grin on his face.

He nuzzles against Jimin's neck, nosing along the skin. He's smelling him, moving closer, and then-

Oh my.

Yoongi licks him.
Jimin goes still, heat flooding his body. It's not really sensual, just strange. Yoongi's not fully awake yet, still wiggling in his arms. The older licks him again, just the slightest, quickest swipes on his cheek.

"H-Hyung," Jimin says, voice raspy from sleep.

Yoongi freezes.
The captain's eyes shoot open and he rolls over, almost falling out of bed. Jimin catches him in time, pulling him in by the waist.

And they're suddenly so close, Yoongi's back flush against his chest.

"G-Good morning," Jimin sputters. "Are you okay? D-Did you sleep well?"
Yoongi rips right out of Jimin's grasp. "I- yeah- I'm gonna go wash up first, okay?"

The older runs out of the room, and a second later, Jimin hears the bathroom door slam shut, the water turning on.

Jimin misses the comfort and warmth. He slowly gets up, head swirling.
When it's Jimin's turn to use the bathroom, Yoongi hardly looks at him, flitting away to get dressed.

And then when Jimin comes out after a nice, hot shower--

Yoongi's already gone, a plate of eggs under a cover, and a note on top.

'I had a meeting to go too. Sorry.'
Jimin chews on his lower lip. They were supposed to talk about it, figure out how to live comfortably together. And Yoongi's disappeared.

This isn't good. Jimin needs to do something. Did he make Yoongi uncomfortable somehow? He has no idea. He needs to talk to someone.
That's when he remembers something. The captain of the debate team is also a were-person, Kim Namjoon.

He doesn't know Namjoon that well, but his friend Taehyung does. Maybe he can get in touch with the man and ask him a few questions.

He can't go on knowing nothing.
It's easier than expected, after a quick phone call, Namjoon agrees to meet him later that day.

Jimin's not really sure what to ask, but he's glad he's got someone to talk to as he heads to the cafe.

Namjoon's already there, reading a book and eating a banana muffin.
"Umm," Jimin's cheeks are on fire. The man is intimidatingly handsome and tall. He flashes a smile and offers a handshake.

"Hello, you must be Jimin," Namjoon hums. "Taehyung never stops talking about you. So, you want to know about were-people? I am the expert."
"Yea, my new roommate-" Jimin takes a seat. He's so nervous, wringing his hands.

"Yoongi," Namjoon says. "I know him. He's the only were-cat in this city."

"Well-" Jimin makes a face. "I don't really know if things are going good. We don't really talk that much, but-"
How can he explain his situation? They cuddled last night and Yoongi stole his hoodie and he gets flustered and sits in a box and they don't talk.

"You're the only one of his roommate that ever thought about asking for advice and help. It's a good sign, I'd say," Namjoon hums.
"What should I do?" Jimin asks.

The man smiles, something about him so soft and charming. "Well, I used to live with him, freshman year. But then my boyfriend moved in and he felt like a third wheel, so he left. Uh, we're still on good terms though. I know what it's like."
"You lived with him?" Jimin confirms.

"Yes, I'm first roommate," Namjoon says and then he counts on his finger. "You're his ninth. I'm really glad you called me. I think. hyung is a... quiet person. There's nothing I can say except that you should keep trying to talk to him."
"We were supposed to, but he ran out this morning," Jimin sighs. "I don't know what I did wrong. I don't get him at all."

Namjoon frowns. "Well, he hasn't scratched or bit you yet. That's already better than normal."

"Does he ever-- think about living alone?" Jimin asks.
Namjoon's eyes dim a fraction. "He's tried, but some were-people aren't made to be alone. He's not a lone tiger on a mountain, he needs company. Most were-people can't live by themselves, like me- I'm a were-Koala, and I like groups and getting groomed... and salad."
Jimin's brain catches on that part about being groomed.

"I-um-well, we cuddled last night," Jimin says. "It felt really nice but it go so weird this morning, maybe he's embarrassed that he stole my sweater or- I dunno, it's a lot."

Namjoon's eyes widen. "W-What?"
The man shakes his head, clearing it. "Hold on. Can you explain more carefully. I just- I dunno why but-- I thought you were here cause you thought Yoongi's was going to kill you in your sleep. He's stole your sweater? Start from the beginning."

Jimin tries his best to explain.
Namjoon gets gradually more flustered as it goes on.

Jimin finishes, sighing into his tea. "So what do I do now?"

"Are you sure that he-- he's really like that with you?" Namjoon asks. "He hasn't tried to scratch you or hiss at you?"

Jimin shakes his head. "No... why?"
"Y-You should just talk to him," Namjoon manages. "It's not bad though, it sounds pretty good, actually. It's how were-people act when they like their environment. It's social, not necessarily romantic. It's normal."

"Really?" Jimin straightens up. "He thinks we're friends?"
Namjoon pauses for a long minute. "I don't want to speak for him. You should ask-- but it sounds pretty good. Frankly, I'm surprised-"

The cafe door opens, and Jimin shouldn't know, but he does- there's nothing special about the way the bell rings- and yet-

It's Yoongi.
"Speak of the devil-"

Jimin turns, knowing before seeing. Yoongi's there and he's wearing Jimin's blue sweater and ordering a coffee.


Yoongi faces them and his expression changes, nervous, confused, sad.

Namjoon excuses himself quickly. "Ah, nice to see you again."
"I'll see you guys around," the tall man heads out.

Yoongi doesn't immediately approach the table, not until Jimin shoots him a smile.

"Hey," Jimin says softly, heart drumming in his chest. "It looks good on you."

Yoongi flushes, looking at what he's wearing. "I- yea."
"How was your meeting?" Jimin gestures for the other to sit down. Yoongi clutches his cup nervously, but takes the offer.

"It was boring," Yoongi says, not exactly looking at him. "What were you and Joon doing here?"

"I didn't know he was your ex-roommate- I needed advice."
"Bout what?" Yoongi asks.

"About you," Jimin says honestly, he doesn't miss the way Yoongi reacts, crestfallen. "It's nothing bad. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, you know? I want us to be friends-"

Yoongi stares at him. "You don't want to make me uncomfortable?"
The man frowns, laying his head on the table, defeated. "Isn't it the opposite? I'm the one making you uncomfortable. If I could just be normal for one second-"

"You don't make me uncomfortable," Jimin says. "I like living with you-"

Yoongi tears up. "Jimin... I licked you."
Jimin flushes. He'd almost forgotten about that.

"Yeah... so?"

Yoongi sits up, palming at his tears. "It's not normal."

"That's okay-"

"No, it's not, I was so embarrassed. I had to get out of there, Jimin. I just couldn't."

Jimin's heart hurts. He starting to understand.
"But... it could be normal," Jimin struggles. "At least between us."

Yoongi pauses, tears drying up. His blush returns ten times stronger. "W-What d'you m-mean?"

"Well," Jimin struggles. "I just feel like, it's perfectly fine were-person behavior. I have no issue with it."
"Is that all you see me as?" Yoongi asks, miserable. "A were-cat?"

"No!" Jimin says. "Fuck, of course not!"

"Then what do you think of me as?" Yoongi continues that line of questioning.

"A potential friend," Jimin admits. "Maybe more. What about you."

Yoongi licks his lips.
He's calmer now, more focused. He doesn't look away anymore, staring at Jimin directly. Whether it's good or bad, the other's not sure.

"I'm wearing your hoodie," Yoongi says, "I think it's pretty obvious what I want from you."

Jimin's pulse races. "It's not obvious to me."
Yoongi struggles for a moment to give his thoughts physical words.

"I think... you're pretty amazing."

Jimin tries to keep calm, but internally he's screaming. "Thanks."

"You're really patient, and you're a great dancer-"

Oh, Jimin wasn't aware that Yoongi knew his major.
"I've lived with so many different people," Yoongi struggles. "It's never been like this before. When I'm with you, I feel like I belong... I feel like I'm home."

Jimin's breathing hitches.

"So... yeah... that's how I feel," Yoongi says, looking down again at his hands.
Jimin says it without thinking. "I could be your home." He quickly tries to fix it. "I mean, only if you want- uh- we could make it a home."

Yoongi doesn't know how to process it, mouth slightly open. "I- I really want to. I'm just worried that I'll scare you off."
"What if I do something weird, and you'd think I'm crazy?" Yoongi says, rubbing his skin raw. "I don't want to move again and I- I really like living with you."

"I think you're just fine the way you are," Jimin says. It's automatic, reach out, hand hovering there. "Can I?"
Yoongi sighs, eyes shutting. "Fuck. Yes."

Jimin pulls Yoongi's hands apart before he can damage his skin any further. He holds the Yoongi's hand, curling his fingers.

"We'll be fine, yeah?" Jimin says. "Just talk to me next time. You don't have to run. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Yoongi doesn't open his eyes, taking another shaky breath. "Okay."

"Is it alright, if I-" Jimin's fingertips linger over Yoongi's ear, which twitch almost as if sensing the near connection.

"Please," Yoongi huffs, leaning his head to the side, making it easier to touch him.
Jimin runs his fingers through Yoongi's hair, before settling on the spot behind his ears. It doesn't take much at all, Yoongi grabs onto the hand, breathing heavy, licking his lips, eyes still closed.

Jimin runs his thumb up and down, and Yoongi starts purring softly.
There's clear conflict there, Yoongi struggles with it. "Fuck, we're in p-public."

Jimin looks around. No one's paying them any attention.

"You want me to stop?" Jimin asks. When he pulls away, Yoongi's grip only tightens.

"N-No," Yoongi swallows heavily. "Don't stop."
It's a few minutes, Yoongi sitting bent to the side as Jimin caresses his cheek.

"Ok," Jimin whispers. "I think we're on the same page."

"Yes," Yoongi manages.

"Any problems and we'll talk it out, right?"

"Okay," Yoongi agrees.

"Good, then let's go home, hyung."

~~~ TBC ~~~
"Remember, the away game with the Tigers is this weekend," the coach says. "I want you ready and packed for the bus at 10 am sharp."

Yoongi's lying on the ground drenched in sweat. It was a good practice, and he was feeling good up until that point.

Fuck. The away game.
It seems pretty dramatic in his head, but he doesn't know if he can survive this weekend. He's so used to sleeping with Jimin in his bed, all the security and warmth, and the soft humming and touches.

How is he going to make it two days away from home? He's struggling.
Yoongi kips up onto his feet. The rest of team is already changed and headed out to a restaurant together.

He's not offended that they didn't invite him. He's probably turned them down twenty times at this point. Still... it's nice to be asked.

"Coach Kim?" Yoongi manages.
The man smiles at him brightly, staring just past his shoulder for a moment, stroking his beard (that frankly looks like it's attached with super glue)

"What can I do you for?" he says, putting down his clipboard. "Gotta keep my star player happy."

Yoongi takes a deep breath.
He's never really made a request before. Nothing like this-

"Umm, this weekend, about my room," Yoongi sputters.

"Don't have to worry about a thing," the older says, clapping his back. "You don't have to share your hotel room with anyone, as usual! I know you don't like it."
That's just it.

"Oh, um, I know," Yoongi stares at the ground, heart palpitating. "Is it okay if my roommate comes along? He can stay in my room with me? I'll drive us both if there's no space."

Coach Kim looks openly surprise. "You- your roommate?"

"Yeah, um... Jimin."
The man shrugs. "Plenty of room on the bus and it costs the same to me. Sure, bring him along."

Yoongi smiles. "Thanks, Coach! I'll let him know."

"You work too hard," the man sniffs. "Take it easy until the game, yeah?"

Yoongi nods, happy as a kid with ice cream. "Okay!"
After a quick shower and change, Yoongi runs home- but about halfway, he slows down.

He hasn't actually invited Jimin. What if he has plans this weekend? It'd be selfish to ask... just because he doesn't want to sleep by himself.

What if Jimin takes it the wrong way?
As he walks up the steps, his anxiety grows. He can't assume that Jimin would be free and want to go just like that, just for him. It's selfish.

He opens the door slowly, peeking inside. Jimin's not in the common area, but his scent is strong. He must be home.

"In here, hyung!" Jimin calls from the bedroom. Yoongi's chest feels warm, filling his body with honey. He quickly heads over.

Jimin's laying on his bed, reading a book. "How was practice, cutie?"

Yoongi feels almost giddy at that pet name. His instincts bite at him strong.
It's formally called bunting. Yoongi can't help it, he rubs his head against Jimin's chest and shoulders. The boy drops his book and laughs, readily accepting it.

"Hello, there," Jimin giggles.

"Practice was good," Yoongi murmurs. "It was like I couldn't miss."
Yoongi swallows thickly, his body flooding with endorphins from Jimin's touch. He climbs on the bed fully, laying down, wishing for the other to rub his belly.

Jimin picks up on it, hand sliding down, and moving in slow circles on his stomach. "That sounds amazing."
Yoongi smiles softly, wiggling into just the right spot in Jimin's arms. "So what have you been up to today?"

Jimin kisses the top of his head. "Nothing, catching up on reading, and texting Tae. He keeps trying to give me dating advice."

Dating advice?

It's like a bucket of ice cold water. Jimin and he aren't in that type of relationship. They're just roommates... just friends.

"He thinks being single is a bad thing," Jimin sighs.

"So... do you ever... I dunno... think about getting a boyfriend?" Yoongi manages.
Jimin stiffens, his tone changing slightly. Yoongi's afraid he's overstepped.

"N-Not that it's any of my business," he hastily adds.

Jimin shakes his head. "Sometimes, I do."

Yoongi swallows against the forming lump in his throat. "I should get started on dinner."
The captain gets up quickly, and rushes off to the kitchen. He feels stupid and silly, and so what if Jimin's thinking about dating. He should.

Yoongi still... would it still be okay for him to invite Jimin though? Just as friends? Can he just be friends or is it too much?
"Do you need any help?" Jimin comes into the kitchen. "I can chop things. Also, I've labeled the sugar and salt containers so that mix up doesn't happen again."

Yoongi's heart is pounding, though he tries to calm down. "No, you can go back to reading."

God, say something.
"You sure?" Jimin looks at him, concern on his face.

Yoongi wishes he could just ask him. It's not a big deal, is it? It's just two friends casually hanging out.

"Yea," Yoongi mutters. "I got this. I'll let you know when food is ready."

Jimin lingers, but ultimately leaves.
Dinner is tense, and Yoongi doesn't know how to alleviate it. He tries his best to seem casual and at ease.

"You're quiet," Jimin whispers. "Is everything okay?"

It's not working.

"I just-" Yoongi struggles. "I won't be here this weekend. That's all."

Jimin straightens up.
"Oh, why not? You have a date or something?"

Yoongi flushes, and he feels even more stupid. Jimin really thinks he's dating someone right now?

"N-No," Yoongi says weakly. "I just have an away game. That's all."

"Oh! Right, the Tiger's game is this week. Good luck!"
"Thanks," Yoongi manages, clearing his plate.

"I'm sure you're gonna win," Jimin says brightly. "You're amazing, you know?"

The boy reaches out, meaning to rub that spot behind his ear... but Yoongi flinches away at the last second.

"Oh- s-sorry." Jimin drops his arm.
"Sorry," Yoongi mirrors him. "I just gotta get to sleep early. Can you wash the dishes? I'm gonna go change."

"Sure," Jimin says, hurt in his eyes and confusion.

And Yoongi knows he should just say how he feels but... but he's also fucking scared.

He's never had a Jimin before
He's never felt at home or safe in his whole life, not like he does in this fucking tiny ass dorm. Is he going to risk it all for a weekend away game? No.

It's ridiculous.

Yoongi pushes it to the back of his mind, and goes and showers.

It's done. He's done.
Once Yoongi's done, he goes over this bed, pulling the blankets over himself.

Jimin's on the other side of the room. He peaks over at Yoongi nervously.

They both know it. Yoongi usually cuddles with Jimin, they haven't spent a night apart since nearly the beginning.
"It's really hot," Yoongi says, offering it as an explanation.

It's not the truth though. Yoongi just... if he's gonna spend a weekend without Jimin, he should get used to it now- if Jimin's temporary in his life... then he needs to suffer through this, before he can't anymore.
Or should he still try to invite him? Would that be weird?

"Yea, I guess," Jimin agrees, although the temperature is perfectly fine.

"Can you hit the lights?" Yoongi says, looking away.

Jimin's about to flip the switch, but he pauses, lingering for a sec. He smiles nervously.
The tension in the room is a thousand pounds of pressure per square inch.

"You know," Jimin sighs. "I think I'm so used to falling asleep next to you, it's a bit weird like this... but I feel like you need your space right now, and that's okay."

Yoongi's heart sputters.
"I dunno," Jimin continues weakly, not really looking at him. "You seem kinda keyed up. You can tell me about it if you want... but I won't push it. Sorry, hyung-"

Jimin reaches over to flip off the lights, but before he can do it.

"I just don't like away games."
Jimin pauses, moving back, the light still on. "Oh. Yea, I know some people that don't like traveling. But you'll be fine, yea? You've been to hundreds of away games."

And that's true. Yoongi has.

But it's different now. Yoongi's never missed anything before.
Yoongi's never known the difference between home and away. It's always felt like an away game to him, until now.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, his breath shakily. "It's stupid. I just-"

God, he really needs to fucking say it.

"-I just don't want to be away from you. I don't like it."
Jimin's cheeks turn pink, and he stares at Yoongi with these wide eyes. "Oh. Well--" he licks his lips nervously, and hopefully. "I can call you and text you... and we can video chat. I'm not really that busy this weekend."

Yoongi turns to face him fully. "You're not?"
"No," Jimin says. "I can definitely chat with you. I can just fuck off with my other plans."

Yoongi sighs. "You don't have to... if you're going out with someone, that's fine. I'm just- I feel so fucking stupid, cause I can't handle one weekend away from you."
Jimin abruptly gets out of bed, moving over until he's standing next to Yoongi. He looks completely serious.

"Hyung, I'm not seeing anyone right now," the younger says, not blinking. "That was just Tae joking around and I- he told me to say something to see your reaction."
"My reaction?" Yoongi sits up so that they're eye level, just inches away from each other. "Why?"

"It was stupid," Jimin says. "I just don't know where we really are. I feel like we're friends but sometimes- anyway, I'm not interested in dating anyone... except you. That's it."
Yoongi reacts automatically, grabbing Jimin's hand and holding it tight. "Really?"

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," Jimin says. "The truth is, I like you."

"Can you come with me," Yoongi blurts out, "to the game? We can sight see or just hangout and order room service."
Jimin smiles. He reaches forward and gently brushes the stray hairs on Yoongi's neck. "I'd love to, but wouldn't your coach be mad. You're there to play a game, not to relax-"

"I already asked him if you could come this morning," Yoongi says. "He said yes."

There's an obvious fault in this logic and Jimin picks it up.

"But if you asked him already," Jimin says. "Why did you wait until now to ask me?"

Yoongi tears up. "I don't know. I don't really know where we are either. I really like you too and I just don't want to fuck it up."
"I'm inviting you to spend the weekend with me at a hotel room," Yoongi continues, turning redder and redder. "How stupid would I be, if you're already seeing someone. I just-"

"I'd love to come," Jimin says. "I'll pack tomorrow. I'm thrilled, hyung. I can't wait to go."
Yoongi settles, warmth blooming in his chest. He nuzzles against Jimin's palm, the skin to skin contact giving him such a high. "M-Me too."

"Well," Jimin flushes. "I should get to bed then."

Jimin tries to pull his hand away, but Yoongi holds on...

"Please... stay."
That's all it takes. Jimin crawls into the bed with him, holding him close. Yoongi loves it, the tension in his body uncurling. He sniffs at the other, breathing in that sweet scent. It's fire to his mind.

Jimin gently caresses his cheek. "Now I'm so excited for this weekend."
Yoongi's body vibrates, the energy in him. "I've been before. I'll show you around. I think you'll like it."

Jimin's breath fans over his neck. "I'd like going anywhere as long as you're there."

Oh my. Yoongi's exhales, realizing how long he's been holding his breath.
"What should I pack?" Jimin asks. "Jeans? A t-shirt?"

"It's gonna be cold," Yoongi offers. "Bring a jacket."

Jimin nods. "How about condoms?"

There's a long pause as Yoongi processes that information. What he's really asking-

"Y-Yes," Yoongi says. "You should."

~~~ TBC ~~~
It's 9:47 am. Yoongi's sitting on the bench alone. His teammates are rough housing, talking about their conquests with various girls and guys from their year, laughing boisterously into the cool, damp morning.

Where is Jimin? He should be here by now. It's almost ten.
Yoongi crosses his legs to keep them from shaking. He pretends to scroll through his phone, when he's actually refreshing the message app, waiting for Jimin's reply.

The younger had a morning class, but that should've been over half an hour ago.

Maybe he's not coming.
Yoongi studies Jimin's candy white suitcase, which he rolled along side his own to the bus stop. If Jimin doesn't come, what is he going to do with his belongings?

But what if he does come?

Yoongi flushes, thinking about what'd happened that night, what Jimin asked to pack.
Perhaps they were inside that innocuous looking suitcase right now, and just that thought leaves Yoongi short of breathe.

But that's everything about Jimin, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, all the subtle cute things he does, it all leaves Yoongi gasping for air
It's not that he hasn't thought about it before, what it'd be like with Jimin. And it's certainly not because he's not experienced.

Though he prefers not to speak of his relations with his teammates or anyone else.

Still, Yoongi's never felt entirely right, being with others-
Each experience has left him confused, as if he'd done something wrong- or maybe made a mistake- missed connections where the other person'd always brag or talk about it to their friends-

But this is different. Yoongi knows even before venturing, that Jimin's different.
The fear is there, not that Jimin's not the right person for him (He could search the whole earth over and not find any one more perfect). It's because Yoongi's afraid there's something wrong with himself, and that he'd accidentally hurt the other. Then how would he live after?

A clear, crystal voice rings through his thoughts. Yoongi looks up. It's Jimin.

He's here, peering curiously at the older. "I was calling you. Are you okay? Sorry I'm late."

Yoongi stands, nearly tripping over his own suitcase. "H-Hey!"

"Just daydreaming, hyung?"
"N-No," Yoongi manages. "I just- where were you? It's almost ten."

Jimin smiles sheepishly, sending Yoongi's pulse skyrocketing. "I thought we could use some snacks, so I stopped at the campus store." He holds up a bag. "I got your favorite."

"You're my favorite," Yoongi says.
Normally, he isn't this bold. He says it without thinking, mind on fire.

Jimin flushes, wrinkling his nose. "Stop teasing me!" He pulls out shrimp flavored crisps that are Yoongi's current favorite. "Just eat this and thank me already!"

"T-Thanks," Yoongi sputters.
They stand together, flushed and staring at each other shyly, before flickering to the ground.

His teammates notice the addition, casting curious glances at Jimin. A few of them approach, standing a few paces away, waiting for introductions.

"Who's this?" one of them asks.
Yoongi wishes he could say what he know's in his heart- but that'd be far to presumptuous.

"This is... my roommate, Jimin," Yoongi says instead, immediately regretting it.

Jimin doesn't skip a beat, offering a handshake. "Nice to meet you!"


A whistle blows.
Coach Kim seems to rise from a sudden puff of smoke. His beard is falling off at the edges, the adhesive losing its tack. He smooths it over with the quick swipe of his finger.

"It's ten am sharp, gentlemen. Get on the bus when I call your name," the man commands.
Yoongi gets called first, and Jimin steps up behind him.

"This is my roommate, the one I told you about-"

"I remember, go ahead, take a seat! Enjoy the trip."

Jimin and Yoongi sit together, the older looking out the window. He's nervous suddenly. He wonders if Jimin's upset.
He really does want Jimin to be his boyfriend... it's just he hasn't formally asked or anything, and maybe Jimin doesn't see him like that yet- and he certainly doesn't want his team to lay down their speculations either.

But Jimin doesn't seem upset at all, smiling softly.
When he catches Yoongi staring, he simply offers him a chip, flavored sour cream and onion.

"We're getting there at two, that means we'll have at least a few hours to do stuff," Jimin says. "I kinda want to window shop. I hear they have a nice beach too."

"Y-Yea, okay."
Jimin reaches out, as if to touch him, comfort him- but he drops his head. He's aware of the people surrounding them currently filling in the seats.

"We can do whatever," Jimin says, readjusting in his seat. "I don't mind."

Yoongi swallows thickly. He really wants to ask.
What are they? Where is all this going?

There's so much swirling in Yoongi's head, leaving a pressure between his eyeballs.

He needs to know where they stand- but he's also scared because... because he's afraid to lose someone he loves.

So he says nothing instead.
Yoongi's tired suddenly, exhausted even, laying his forehead against the cool glass.

He shuts his eyes and a mere second passes.

When he opens them again, he's somewhere entirely different, the sudden sensation and movement leaving him disoriented.

Where'd he go?
Yoongi realizes he'd must have fallen asleep, his eyes a little itchy, his brain muddled.

His body feels different too, small and compressed and cozy. He's in his cat form. Which is strange? He must've transformed accidentally?

And where exactly is he? It's so dark.
The entire space smells like Jimin, cloth against his skin, almost like a hammock. There's a light further out, and Yoongi wriggles his head through it.

He's in a pocket.

He's in Jimin's hoodie pocket, nestled safely inside.

"Hey, hyung. You're up," Jimin chirps from above.
"I didn't want to wake you. I hope this is okay."

Jimin's carrying him in his pocket, pulling along the two suit cases, walking towards the hotel with the rest of the team.

Yoongi struggles to comprehend what's happened. He's never changed in public before like this.
He remembers something abruptly, the words of his first roommate, Namjoon.

Were-people cant change unless they feel safe. Imagine being in such a small and fragile form. You'd have to completely trust your surroundings.

So that's it. Yoongi needed him, and Jimin was there.
Jimin smiles at him, pausing only to rub that perfect spot between his ears. "I hope you're not doing this just to get out of packing!"

They're at their room, and Jimin uses the key card to open the door. He drags the suitcases inside.

"Did you enjoy your /cat/ nap?" Jimin asks
Jimin gently pushes him out, cradling Yoongi in his arms. The cheek rubs that follow are much appreciated. Yoongi purrs- the sound coming from somewhere visceral.

Jimin places the kitten on the bed, hand on his hips. "Help me unpack! Chop-Chop, I already carried you here!"
Yoongi meows before taking a deep breath. He pushes past the point of return-

"Whoa," Jimin sighs. "I'll never get used to that."

Yoongi wiggles his fingers, and the toes inside his shoes. "I-I don't usually fall asleep like that. Sorry, Jimin. Of course, I'll help."
The tension in the room slowly builds, just like it was on the bus. Yoongi quietly puts clothes away, and Jimin organizes grooming supplies on the dresser.

It's quiet and the air is humid, baked with unsaid words.

Yoongi wishes he could say three.

But how? They seem so heavy.
Jimin pulls out a pack of condoms, which he shakily puts on the night stand. They both see them, heat crawling into their complexions.

"R-Right," Jimin exhales. "So that's that."

Yoongi licks his lips nervously. "Right."

Jimin makes a face. "Hyung, I have something to say."
"We don't-" they say at the same time. Yoongi pauses, hardly able to look at the other.

"Umm," Yoongi continues. "Go ahead."

Jimin frowns. "I was-- when I asked you that night... I was joking but... but then you said yes and that's- I mean I dunno.... but maybe-"
Jimin'd been joking about the condoms? Of course, he had.

Yoongi's mortified, he'd so readily agreed to it and-

"We don't have to if you don't want to," Yoongi blurts out. "I'm sorry."

Jimin swallows thickly. "But I... I want to."

"Oh," Yoongi replies dumbly. "O-Okay."
Jimin sits down on the edge of the bed, and he gestures Yoongi to sit as well.

Now? Are they gonna do it now?

"I do want to," Jimin says, taking his hand. "But it doesn't have to be right away... maybe we could just kiss first? How does that sound?"

It sounds daunting.
"Yes," Yoongi agrees, fixated on Jimin's lips.

"Okay," Jimin huffs, shuffling closer. He cups Yoongi's face, "G-Good."

He's leaning in, eyes sliding shut.


Is Jimin going to kiss him right now?

Yoongi sees it as if in slow motion- and at the last moment he jerks away.
Yoongi clutches at his chest, feeling his heart beating frantically against his palm. He can't seem to catch his breath.

"Hyung?" Jimin swallows thickly. "What's wrong?"

It takes a long while for Yoongi to calm down, but Jimin waits there patiently.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Jimin."
"It's okay," Jimin assures him. "We don't have to kiss. We could just go out shopping or have lunch."

Yoongi looks at him. Jimin doesn't seem angry with. "A-Are you mad?"

Jimin shakes his head. "Never. You're ready whenever you're ready. We don't have to do anything."
Yoongi needs to clarify. "A-Are you mad from before? I told the team you were my roommate. I didn't know what to say, if I should say that you're my boyfriend. Are you upset?"

Jimin blinks a few times, as if he doesn't even remember such a thing. "Oh? From before? I'm-"
"We're two consenting adults," Jimin finally says. "Whatever we do, it's none of their business. I'm not upset at all, hyung. This doesn't have to have a label, roommate... boyfriend, it's whatever you want."


"But I want you to be my boyfriend," Yoongi blurts out.
"Is it okay if I tell people that we're together... if you don't want to, that's fine, but I- I thought I should ask-"

Fuck, here it goes.

"-because I'm in love with you, Jimin."


Yoongi stares at the ground. He's said it out loud. He did it.
Jimin cups his face, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly. "Hyung, look at me. Please."

It takes a tremendous effort. Yoongi's shaking, every nerve ending in his body firing.

Jimin's tearing up. "Of course you can tell people I'm your boyfriend, hyung. I- fuck- I love you too."
It washes over him, filling him with relief and delight.

Jimin loves him too.

He wants to shout it to the roof tops. Yoongi suddenly stands, walking to the door.

"Hyung? Where are you going?"

Isn't it obvious?

"I wanna tell the team that we're dating," Yoongi answers.
Jimin laughs, going red and giddy. Yoongi smiles too, realizing how silly that is.

"You can tell them later, you know," Jimin says, pulling at his hand. He hugs Yoongi tight, arms wrapping around. "Fuck, hyung. I love you so much."

They're so close, pressed together.
When they part, Jimin's eyes are focused on his lips. "I- we can go shopping or to the beach like I said. We don't have to do anything." He tears away, taking a cleansing breath. "I'll get my coat."

Yoongi holds him back. "I... I want to. I'm just nervous."

"Oh," Jimin replies.
"You've kissed someone before, haven't you?"

"Yeah," Yoongi admits. "But I- I dunno- this is different. I don't want to hurt you or-- what if I do something wrong and I scare you away?"

Jimin shakes his head. "I think we'll be fine."

He pulls Yoongi to sit back down on the bed
"Why don't you lie down first?" Jimin suggests. "I'll help you relax."

Yoongi does as he says, placing his head back on the pillow, his hands folded on his stomach. "Okay."

Jimin hovers over him and he starts rubbing Yoongi's cheeks with his thumbs.

Fuck that feels good.
Yoongi starts purring, rubbing his head against Jimin's hand, leaving his scent there.

"Do you like that?" Jimin asks.

Yoongi nods.

Jimin hands flit down, rubbing his belly softly.

Yoongi fucking loves it, pulling up his shirt so that Jimin can touch him directly.
He looks up at the younger, taking in the sight of Jimin. The boy is perfect, every detail.

He leans in, a thumb running along Yoongi's bottom lip. "Is it ok if I-"

"Yes-" Yoongi says, voice sounding breathless in his own ears. "K-Kiss me."

Jimin sweeps the hair from his face.
"If it gets to be too much, just tell me to stop and we'll stop," he says.

Yoongi swallows hard. "I don't think I'll want to stop."

Jimin smile at him, playing with his hair, and then he finally closes the gap and they connect.

It's soft and fluttering and brief.
Jimin pulls away to gauge his reaction.

Yoongi's lips tingle slightly, that's all. It's not the sensation on his mouth that affects him. It's more the fact that he's just kissed the boy he loves for the first time. It's thrilling and frightening... and he wants more.
Yoongi moves in, licking the corner of Jimin's mouth, before kissing him again, heat and pleasure mingling in equal ratio.

Jimin moans against his lips, his hand moving under Yoongi's shirt, fingertips running along his stomach up to his chest.

It's overwhelming.
Each time they kiss, the aftershock of it rolls down Yoongi's spine, pooling in his belly.

He's never felt quite like this before, sinking and floating, and so warm in his skin.

Jimin kisses him one final time, long and smooth, nipping his upper lip. Then he pulls away.
They smile at each other, eyes glittering, foreheads pressed together.

Yoongi's happy, and dizzy, and flushed.

"Are you alright, hyung?" Jimin asks, caressing his cheek.

"I don't know," Yoongi answers honestly. He pulls Jimin closer by the waist. "W-Was I okay?"
Jimin giggles, the pink on his cheeks, Yoongi wishes he could save that color forever in his mind. "All I want to do is kiss you again, kiss you for the rest of my life. Does that answer your question?"

Yoongi purrs happily, unable to help himself. He's vibrating with delight.
Jimin runs a hand up and down Yoongi's arm, looking at the older like he's the most precious think in the world.

"Jimin," Yoongi whispers. "I... I really love you so much."

Jimin pulls him into an embrace, playing with his hair. "Me too, hyung. I love you too."
"A-After my game," Yoongi says. "Tomorrow, after the game, win or lose, I want to."

He doesn't say what he wants to do, but it's clear to Jimin from the context, what it is.

"Y-You sure?" Jimin asks.

Yoongi nods. "I want to with you."

~~~ TBC ~~~
An: Hello, there will be smut in this. I usually don't write smut in threads, but it's impossible to avoid in this story. Please mute if you must. Minors go away.

Also, bottom Yoongi. So there's that.
The buzzer sounds and the game's over. Yoongi's running on adrenaline, sweat dripping down the sides of his face.

Everything appears in slow motion, vivid colors and intense smells.

Players are clapping him on the back in congratulations. He'd made a game winning shot.
"You're a legend, hyung," the freshman point guard says, flashing a toothy grin.

"I never head someone cheer your name so loud," another says, nodding over to the audience. "Your roommate must be your biggest fan."

"YEA! MIN YOONGI!!" Jimin shouts, still jumping up and down.
Yoongi's swarmed by them, all laying at his feet, praising him.

"Y-Yea he is," Yoongi says right then. "He's such a great boyfriend. I really love him."

It's met with a huge reaction, lot's of, 'I knew it' and 'OOOOOH'

Yoongi ignores it, all the pictures and accolades.
He jumps the metal barrier and runs to Jimin's seat in the second row. There's not too much resistance. This is an away game, and most of the crowd is already exiting-

"You did so good, hyung," Jimin welcomes him with opens arms.

It's the nicest place in the world.
Yoongi feels instantly better, holding the other in his arms.

"T-Thanks," he manages, getting lost in the other's scent. "I'm sorry, I'm all sweaty."

Jimin giggles, running his fingers over Yoongi's damp hair. "I kinda like it."

Yoongi answers by kissing Jimin's cheek.
"Oh," Jimin chirps. "Looks like we have company."

Yoongi parts just a fraction. It's what he can tolerate at the moment, his hand still snaked around Jimin's waist.

"H-Hey, capt."

The team'd sent a single envoy, the sophomore forward, who's technically closest to Yoongi-
It's Jeon Jungkook, who's Namjoon's current boyfriend of four months, Namjoon who used to be Yoongi's roommate-

"What's up, Jeon?" Yoongi asks.

Jungkook looks majorly flustered. "I was wondering- we all were- if you guys wanted to join us. We're going for fried chicken."
"Only if you want to!" Jungkook quickly repeats. "Or I could just order some and leave it by your door if you guys are busy-"

He's cute. Yoongi can see why Namjoon's so in love with him.

"I could eat," Jimin chirps. "Hyung? Can we?"

Yoongi hasn't been invited in a long while.
His stomach flutters about what will happen if he declines. Jimin and he will go back to their hotel room and then- what they discussed will happen-

"Yea," Yoongi says. "I'm a little hungry."

Jungkook looks thrilled. "O-Okay, I'll tell everyone! I'll text you the address!"
The rest of the team head out taking their celebration with them. Jimin and Yoongi linger behind, walking leisurely, hand in hand.

Jimin's cheeks are dusted pink orange. "He was nice."

"That's Namjoon's boyfriend," Yoongi says.

"O-Oh from freshman year?" Jimin asks.
Yoongi shakes his head. "N-No, not the same one. They just started dating but... I think Namjoon's really in love with him. Just waiting for the wedding invitations now. Were-people are different like that. When we know, we know."

Jimin pauses mid-step, blink inquisitively.
"Really?" the younger asks. "Then how do you feel about me?"

Yoongi looks at him for a moment, hoping Jimin will understand just how serious he is. "I know."

Jimin's breathing hitches, and his pupils widen. He starts walking again. "Me too, hyung."

Yoongi's elated.
It's a rare moment, Yoongi knows it even now as it's happening that he'll always remember this.

They'd just shared such a profound idea together, an understanding that they'll be in each other's lives for a long time. They're meant to be, two faces of the same coin.
"Hyung?" Jimin teases, pulling him a bit faster. "If you're tired from the game. I can carry you around in my pocket."

How salacious.

"No thanks," Yoongi huffs, bumping softly into him. "I'm good, baby."

Jimin giggles, tossing his head back. He's so beautiful.
Every thing about Jimin is so effortless and seamless. Perhaps it's because he's a dancer by trade.

"Maybe I should carry you in my pocket," Yoongi huffs.

Jimin gives his hand a squeeze. "Hyung, we're here! Let's eat. I want chicken and fries."

He pulls Yoongi along.
Dinner isn't as daunting as Yoongi thought it'd be. It's actually kinda fun. Jimin carries the conversation well. He's an absolute butterfly.

And Yoongi- he's mostly quiet, offering a few quips when he wants to, and--

He never realized how much his team liked him as captain.
"You know Jungkook made a compilation video on YouTube? Your top ten shots. It has like a million views."

Yoongi's seen that video before, just randomly browsing the webs. "Oh... I always wondered who namtiddiez14 was."

Jungkook makes a face. "Yea well... I wonder too."
The boy's seriously flushed. "Who the fuck Namtiddiez one through thirteen are?"

Yoongi laughs. Then Jimin laughs. Then Jungkook joins in.

It's a great time, and the team splits the bill so that Jimin and Yoongi don't have to pay... and it's serious too generous.
After dinner, they stroll home at a slow pace, enjoying the scenery, stopping a few times to shop in various stores.

But the closer they get to the hotel, the more the tension builds. Yoongi swallows against the growing lump in his throat.

What will it be like?
They're at the point of no return now. Jimin pulls out his key card-


He doesn't open the door yet, holding his card slightly in front of him.

"Yea?" Yoongi's surprised he can still talk at all. "What's up?"

Jimin sighs softly. "Listen, okay? Before we go inside."
"I know what you said yesterday, and if you don't want to anymore, that's okay."

"I still want to."

"T-that's good too. But if in fifteen minutes from now, you don't want to anymore, that's cool. Or if you change your mind mid-way, then I'll stop. Just let me know. Okay?"
It's deeply comforting that Jimin's said it out loud. In a better world, he wouldn't have to say such a thing at all.

"Do you still want to?" Yoongi asks, softly.

Jimin shudders. "I haven't stopped thinking about it since you said it. I just want you to know your options."
They head inside, hanging their coats on the hooks by the door, and shedding their shoes so that they're side by side.

"Do you want to shower first?" Jimin asks. His hand is light on Yoongi's shoulder.

"Yes," Yoongi says, heart drumming. "Thanks."

Jimin hands him a towel.
Yoongi stands under the hot water for five minutes, letting it rain over him. He doesn't do anything, no lather or shampoo. It calms him down so that he can function, getting the game sweat off himself.

Once he's entirely warm and clean, he dries off.

And then he pauses.
Yoongi wonders if he should put on some fresh clothes, of if it's kinda useless since he's going to be naked anyway.

But somehow, walking out with just a towel around his torso seems so nerve-wracking. He can't do it. He puts on a fresh hoodie, and some cotton pants.
When he opens the door, the room has transformed. The bed has rose petals sprinkled on it. There's some vanilla candles lit on the night stand.

It sweet, and Yoongi wonders where it's all come from and how Jimin managed to hide them in the shared room.

"Hi, baby," Jimin coos.
The younger's sitting on the bed, reaching for him across the dim room.

Yoongi cross the floor, to hold the other's hand. "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to," Jimin says. He leans forward, kissing Yoongi's forehead. "Give me a few minutes. I'll be right back."
Yoongi sits on the bed, unsure of what to do while he waits. Should he undress? He hears the shower going and steam wafting in from a crack in the door.

Yoongi's nervous, eyes scanning around, wishing this knot in his stomach would go away. He instinctively looks at his phone-
There's nothing there to distract him, and even if there was, he doesn't want it anyway.

The water abruptly stops. Yoongi cheeks flush and he swallows audibly. He unfolds and folds his legs again.

He hears the door open, but he doesn't turn around, then footsteps from behind.
It's as if Jimin's being purposefully loud, so as to not spook him.

Yoongi feels the weight shift on the bed, as Jimin climbs on, but still he doesn't turn around.

Yoongi's so warm, and he feels a bit lightheaded and jittery.

Jimin right behind him, breathing in his ear.
Yoongi skin buzzes in anticipation, unable to see what the other's doing. Jimin touches his shoulder, his hand still damp from the wash, then with the other, he pulls the fabric of Yoongi's hoodie away so that he can kiss the back of his neck.

Yoongi shudders, breath catching.
He watches the candle flame flickering.

"Baby?" Jimin whispers. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Yoongi whispers.

"Will you look at me, pretty?"

Yoongi braces himself before turning around.

Jimin's hair is damp, clinging to his forehead. He's got a towel wrapped around his waist.
"What's wrong?" Jimin asks, cupping his face, rubbing his cheeks in away that has him keening.

"N-Nervous," Yoongi hums.

"Me too," Jimin says, before he flushes and smiles. "I'm trying to be cool about it. Is it working?"

Yoongi likes that. "Yeah. You're so cool right now."
They laugh, shyly looking at each other. Yoongi's still nervous, but he feels better- though when he looks at Jimin directly, he needs to look away again.

"Can I kiss you?" Jimin asks, hands sliding down, fingertips on Yoongi's collarbone.

"Y-Yea," Yoongi says, licking his lips
Jimin kisses his cheek first, then the tip of his nose- Then they connect, soft and smooth. Jimin tastes like mint and orange. Yoongi's hand sits at Jimin's waist. It's nothing but hard muscle there-

Jimin whispers against his mouth. "If it's too much, let me know and I'll stop"
He pushes Yoongi down, guiding him to lay flat on the pillow. Yoongi's light headed, Jimin flooding all of his senses, his mouth warm and eager, and a hand sliding under Yoongi's shirt, exploring his chest.

"Can I take this off?" Jimin asks.

"Ok," Yoongi huffs, raising his arms
Cool air washes over his skin. He feels vulnerable and yet... it's thrilling, having Jimin's attention like this, the other watching him with pupils blown wide.

"You're so beautiful, hyung," Jimin says, tossing his hoodie aside. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Jimin bends down, planting a kiss in the center of his chest, before trailing downward towards his belly. It's such a delicious, luxurious feeling.

Jimin gives him a belly rub, hand pushing against and then along the fuzz under his navel.

Yoongi'd like to be calm about it-
He wishes he were more collected, but the kitten betrays him. He starts purring like crazy, and when he tries to stop, it only gets louder to his own chagrin.

"You like that, do you?" Jimin giggles, using both hands now, petting him earnestly

Fuck. Yes, he does. He fucking does
Yoongi's short of breath. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take. "H-Hurry, please-"

Jimin smiles at him, moving over so that he's sitting on Yoongi's thighs. He tugs at the older's pants. "May I?"

Yoongi nods fervently, lifting his hips so Jimin can take them off.
He's a bit embarrassed, though Jimin seems to like it a lot. Yoongi's painfully hard already, his erection twitching on his belly.

Jimin licks his lips. "Oh, hyung, now I see why you walk around all the time with that big dick energy. How do you even find any balance?"
"S-Shut up!" Yoongi hisses, embarrassment creeping up his neck.

Jimin giggles. He pours a generous amount of lube on his palms, and starts stroking Yoongi languidly. It's so good that it burns. Yoongi bucks erratically into the pressure.

"A-Ah fuck, ah, Jimin-"
The younger moves his hips up, a motion that could only mean one thing. He intends to sink down on it, ride Yoongi all night-- and that's tempting but-

"Wait!" Yoongi huffs. "S-Stop."

Jimin pauses what he's doing. He lets Yoongi go. He moves forward instead. "What's up?"
Yoongi struggles to say it, because how does one fucking make such a request. "Can you- me- instead. I want you to-"

Yoongi turns away, heart beating fast. Jimin caresses his cheek, not understanding. "You want me to stop? That's okay- or I can use my mouth instead?"
"No," Yoongi sputters, chewing on his bottom lip. What he wants- it makes his belly clench in anticipation. If only he could ask-

"We can stop," Jimin lays beside him. "It's okay, hyung. Do you want to put your clothes back on?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "Can you..."
"Can you fuck me instead?"

Jimin stops breathing for a whole ten seconds, just looking at him. "Y-Yea. I'd do anything for you."

He moves back up, kissing Yoongi's shoulder, then his knee, then the inside of his thigh. "I think I just had a heart attack right there."
Yoongi laughs. "Sorry, I didn't really know how to put it."

Jimin flushes pinker, giggling in a way that his eyes crinkling up. It's a first for Yoongi. He's always been the one to pitch- but there's just something so erotic about it, Jimin inside him, hips rolling in pleasure.
"Lift your legs up, hyung," Jimin says, tapping gently at Yoongi's thigh. The older does as he's asked- and Jimin moves Yoongi's arms so that they're hooked under his knees.

He feels the air on his ass, and Jimin's eyes staring down at him. "Let me know if it hurts, ok?"

Yoongi's not sure what Jimin's going to do-- maybe finger him first-- but Jimin leans his head down and starts sucking right at the spot.

And why would that hurt? In what universe would Yoongi not like that.

"Ah, fuck!" Yoongi cries out. "Warn a guy."

Jimin doesn't answer.
He continues to eat him out, sucking and licking, his tongue swirling around the ring of muscle before darting in and out.

It's so good, turning Yoongi's insides into liquid and filling his mind with wild thoughts. His eyes close in delight and he twists his head side to side
Yoongi moans, back arching, thighs quivering. "Oh, Jimin-"

The boy pauses, kissing his knee. "Keep talking to me."

He sniffles, eyes almost black. He pours a generous amount of lube on Yoongi's ass, cold drops against his skin. Then a single finger, he sinks it in-
Yoongi can't really describe how it feels, only that he knows his body is clenching down, and Jimin flushes from it, how tightly Yoongi sucks on his finger.

"Does it hurt?" Jimin asks.

"N-No," Yoongi says. "It's weird. It feels nice. Don't stop."

Jimin continues working him.
Yoongi's body simmers. A few times, Jimin gets close, but his fingers aren't quite long enough to touch that spot.

"More," Yoongi begs, closing his eyes, focusing on that sensation.

Jimin adds another digit, and the burn intensifies, knocking the air from Yoongi's lungs.
"Hyung, are you alright?" Jimin asks, his voice raw.

"It hurts," Yoongi gasps, tossing his head back. "It hurts, Jimin. Don't stop."

Jimin slows down, adding more lube to keep the pain at bay. He scissors his fingers inside, and pumps Yoongi at the same time, helping him relax.
Yoongi's senses are flooded, every smell and sound so intense. Jimin manages to graze that sweet spot with his finger nails and Yoongi almost comes from that.

"There-" Yoongi huffs. "There."

Jimin understands, twisting his wrists in just the right way, to rub that spot again.
The pain ebbs away, and the pleasure floods in so intense, Yoongi doesn't know to to do with himself. The spasms rock through him hard and he's getting so close.

That's when Jimin pulls his fingers out, swallowing hard. "Hyung, I'm going to-"

"Do it!" Yoongi huffs.
Jimin places a hand on Yoongi's stomach to steady him. Then he starts pushing in.

It hurts.

But it's not as bad as Yoongi thought it'd be. It's a burning, tight pain, that spreads warm in his belly. Maybe it's because he's so aroused and ruined, he finds that he likes it.
When Jimin's fully in, he bows his head, shuddering. "Ah, fuck, hyung-"

"M-Move," Yoongi says.

Jimin's eyes are liquid and dark. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Go, just go," Yoongi pleads. "I want it."

Jimin leans forward, resting most of his weight where they're connected.
He pulls at Yoongi's arms, which feel numb when they come loose. Jimin wants to hold his hands, weaving his fingers through, before pinning them above Yoongi's head.

Then he starts, chests pressed together, rocking his hips in figure eights. Yoongi whines, eyes glittering.
"Hyung, is this good?" Jimin asks, breath hot on his neck.

Yoongi whines, it almost sounds like a meow, so high and pitchy. "It's good."

Jimin thrusts into him, each one sending pleasure shooting up his body.

"You're so beautiful, hyung. I-I love you so much."
Yoongi's going crazy. It's the sensation of being pressed down, Jimin's weight on him, his wrists pushed above his head as he's made to take it.

It's so fucking good.

Yoongi feels himself biting at the edge.

Jimin kisses him, inhaling sharply, licking into his mouth.
"I'm so close," Yoongi says, twisting his head to the side, eyes screwed shut. "Please."

He focuses on the point that they're joined. Jimin gives him what he wants, thrusts that are heavy and deep, rubbing that spot so perfectly that it sends him over.

Yoongi cries out.
Jimin thrusts a few more times before going still. He curses softly under his breath. Yoongi's whole body feels like sugar, boneless and soft like flour.

Jimin gently pulls out. He moves quickly, pulling off the condom, tying it closed, and chucking it away.
Yoongi stares are the ceiling breathing heavy. He doesn't remember when Jimin'd put the thing on, but he's glad at least one of them had the foresight.

Jimin lays down at his side, playing with his hair. "Are you alright, hyung? Do you need anything?"

"Just hold me."
Jimin draws shapes into his skin, and kisses his neck and cheeks. Yoongi's floating, and he breaks out into soft laughter, eyes glittering. "Wow, that was nice."

Jimin smiles, fingers moving on his skin. "That was- I never knew it could be like this, hyung. Now, I get it."
"Get what?" Yoongi asks.

"Why people are always interest in sex," Jimin says. "It's never been all that important to me... but it's never been like this before- are you sure you don't need anything? Water? Tea?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "I'm good. Really good."
Jimin kisses him on the collar bone, before hold him tighter.

"Let me just clean us off then," Jimin hums. He gets up, disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet washcloth. He wipes down Yoongi's stomach first, gently and thoroughly.

Yoongi watches him work.
He tries his best to focus, but he's quickly growing tired, lulled to sleep by a sense of security.

Jimin finishes his task, before crawling back into bed. He throws the covers over the both of them. "Shhh, just sleep."

Yoongi struggles to keep talking. "-love you."
Jimin giggles. "I love you too, hyung."

"Can we get pancakes tomorrow?" Yoongi asks, wishing this moment to last forever.

"Sure," Jimin sighs, playing with his hair. "Just sleep first."

Yoongi sighs, floating away. "Good night."

"Night, hyung."

~~~ TBC ~~~
AN: Thank you so much for reading! This was one of my favorite threads to write, start to finish. I hope you guys liked it as much as I did and if not, I could always write in a murder.
Jimin presses in the six digit code and opens the door. He quickly takes off his shoes using only his feet and leaves them haphazardly ajar from the other shoes all lined up.

"Hyung!" Jimin shouts down the hallway of their apartment. "I'm home!"

Jimin shuffles up in his socks.

Jimin sometimes marvels at the word, and how easily he says it. But when he really thinks about it, it's something special.

He spends many hours away from here, and outside he always feels like he's invading others people's space simply by existing.

But here, he belongs.
"Hyung?" Jimin calls, searching the living room before crossing over into the dinning area.

Yoongi should be here. He's working from the house for a bit while they renovate the studio. Jimin'd helped him set up an office space in one of the spare bedrooms.

It's hard to believe that five years have past since they first started dating- and three months since they got married.


Yoongi's in the master bedroom. Only Jimin's trained eye could see him, resting on and blending in with the eggshell yellow windowsill under the sun.
Jimin misses him even as he watches him sleep, but he's hard pressed to wake the older up.

Yoongi hasn't been sleeping well, two nights of insomnia in the past week, and last month he'd woken up at 3 am and cried in Jimin's arms for over an hour, inconsolably.

When Jimin asked-
Yoongi couldn't explain his nightmare, only that he'd searched for Jimin in his dream and couldn't find him-

He'd remembered the feeling of before he met Jimin, what it was like to be lonely all the time, never belonging.

Jimin kissed his forehead repeatedly. 'I'm right here.'
Their life has change drastically over the past year- and definitely different than when they'd been poor ramen eating college students, holed up in their dorm.

Yoongi's always done well, but recently his talent as a producer has been noticed, and his fame has skyrocketed.
Jimin thinks that his husband to some degree does enjoy the success and attention, but in the same breathe, Yoongi also flirts with the idea of moving them both to a tiny, remote island where no one else can find them.

And Yoongi often talks about how he misses the time-
When they were young, when they first met and fell in love, all the talks of dreams, after making love under the stars. Jimin misses it too, but he wouldn't want to go back.

Jimin sighs, realizing that he's been staring at Yoongi for well over fifteen minutes now. He should go.
But the second Jimin makes the slightest motion away, just to defrost some chicken for dinner-

Yoongi stirs, as if he senses the other leaving. The cat stretches out sleepily, eyes blurry. He calls out for him, soft, almost frantic noises.

"Hey, baby," Jimin coos. "I'm here."
Yoongi meows, staring at him in focus. Jimin giggles, walking towards him. He joins Yoongi on the window ledge, which is just wide enough for him to sit on.

He lifts Yoongi up, kisses his forehead and then rests the kitten on his lap. Yoongi loves it, purring softly in his arms.
"How did you sleep, my love?" Jimin asks.

Yoongi licks his face, sniffling at him before rubbing his head against Jimin's neck. He had a good nap, and sweet dreams, just like Jimin'd hoped for.

Yoongi makes a motion, asking Jimin to set him down, which the younger does.
If Jimin had a hundred years, he couldn't explain it. When Yoongi changes back, it always feels entirely miraculous. One eye blink, and he's staring at the face of his soulmate.

Yoongi rests on the opposite side, and together they frame the window.

"How was work?"
Yoongi's dressed in striped yellow pajamas, his blonde locks mussed up.

"Good," Jimin hums. "A little tired, could use more cuddles."

Yoongi smiles, gums flashing. He leans forward and kisses Jimin's knee. The last of the sunlight shines through their window, honey gold.
"Thank you!" Jimin whispers.

"Does my husband need anything else?" Yoongi asks, running a hand up and down Jimin's calf.

He still gets a thrilled every time Yoongi calls him husband. It just doesn't wear off.

"Hmmm, how fast can you get naked?" Jimin says teasingly.
Yoongi insinuates that he has three Olympic gold medals in the sport of getting naked quickly. He hops off the ledge and offers a hand to Jimin, helping him down.

He pulls Jimin towards the bed, and they both break out into a fit of giggles.

Jimin falls backward into the sheets
Yoongi rests atop him, stroking his face, and admiring.

"How'd I get so lucky?" he hums in his deep timber.

Jimin wonders the same thing.

The two of them look at each other, as if meeting for the first time, they fall in love again.

~~~ FIN ~~~
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