dorms. Although, they were hyped up and talking loud, except for a certain pair. Yoongi and Jimin were off in their own little world, not really engaging with the other five. Their minds kept going back to what had happened in the old studio room. They knew they had to talk about it, but when? When would it be appropriate to bring up something like that?
Yoongi just sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck before going to his room. "I'm gonna go to bed. Good night, ya'll." Yoongi called out to the other six as he went up the stairs. He could hear Jimin say something but didn't quite make out what was said. Yoongi went to their shared room and flopped on his bed, stretching out his sore limbs.
The door creeked open, and Jimin slipped inside. "Yoongi hyung?" He called out as Yoongi sat up. "What is it, Min Min?" He said as he sat back and folded his legs. He used patted the spot on his bed that he made for Jimin to sit. Jimin just nodded and sat down next to him, also folding his legs as well.
He was nervous, but about what? It was Yoongi. There was no reason for him to be nervous. He sighed as he played with the hem of his shirt. "About what happened in the studio... I'm sorry.. it shouldn't have happened. " Jimins didn't look at Yoongi but instead looked out into the darkness of the room.
"And why not? I liked it. " Yoongi's voice was soft and gentle. It caught Jimin by surprise. He couldn't believe what he heard. His brain seemed to have short circuited because he didn't speak but blushed a deep red of embracement. "Do you regret it?" Yoongi's voice brought him back to reality.
"What?"
"I said, do you regret it? Because I surely dont." Jimin finally met Yoongi's eyes. There was something hidden behind them, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Did he regret kissing Yoongi? No, he didn't. In fact, he would do it a thousand times over if he could.
"N-no, I don't regret it." His voice was shaking and was barely above a whisper. Yoongi simply nodded and moved closer to Jimin, their knees just barely touching. "Then don't apologize, Minnie." His voice was also soft and low, but it was steady. Jimin's heartbeat had increased a lot and was pounding in his chest. Jimin's eyes kept flickering between Yoongi's lips and his eyes. The urges of wanting to feel them against his own were almost too hard to ignore. He leaned closer to Yoongi
"Hyung..." He ended up letting out a needy whine as Yoongi put a hand on Jimin's face and rubbed his thumb on his cheek. Jimin couldn't help but lean into the warmth of Yoongi's palm. That earned a chuckle from the older. "What is it, Min Min?" He closed his eyes and melted into the older hand that was still caressing his cheek.
Jimin wasn't sure if he should do this, but he couldn't care any less. He just wanted to experience the feelings that he felt from the first time. His lips barely brushed against Yoongi's, and he felt Yoongi's hands on his waist, pulling the younger closer. Yoongi, of course, got impatient and finally pulled Jimin closer and connected their lips. Jimin had pushed Yoongi onto his back as he straddled his lap. He was leaning over him, his knees against Yoongi's hips.
Yoongi had wrapped his arms around Jimin's lower waist to keep him supported so that he didn't fall over. Yoongi had swept his tongue over the younger's bottom lip, asking for permission, but the younger didn't budge. He instead began to tease the older, but he didn't like that. Yoongi had pinched Jimins' side, and that earned a small gasp from the younger. Yoongi, of course, took advantage of this and slipped his tongue inside. The younger didn't protest but only wanted more.
Jimin whined of need as Yoongi moved his hands under Jimin's shirt and up his chest. His hands felt cold against the tanned skin, yet Jimin seemed to like the coldness. He felt the order's caress and worship his upper body, and lastly, landing on the extremely sensitive buds. Jimin's body jolted and arched into the order's hands, urging him to continue. As he rolled and pinched Jimins nipples, he began to trail kisses down the youngers jaw and neck. He smirked when Jimin let out a quiet moan as he continued to leave very noticeable hickeys on his sweet spot of his neck.
Yoongi pulled back only far enough to pull off Jimin's shirt to trail wet kisses down his chest. Jimin rolled his head back and closed his eyes out of pleasure as Yoongi bit down gently on to one of his buds. Jimin had to bite back a moan so that the others wouldn't wake up. His hands were entangled in the order's hair, his fingers wrapped in the minty green locks. He would tug and pull gently as Yoongi teased him. It took everything out of Jimin to not be so loud and to not moan his name. He wanted to so badly, but he knew what would happen if he did.
"Y-yoongi.." He whined in a very hushed voice. He couldn't take it anymore and wanted more. He needed more. He craved more. He craved the older on top of him, making Jimin his. He craved his touch, his lips on his. It drove him mad. But all suddenly stopped when there was a loud knock on the door. Jimin froze as Yoongi sighed in frustration. Really? Again? Yoongi helped Jimin get his shirt back and fixed his hair. Of course, his neck was still exposed as the shirt was a low V neck. So there was no way to cover up the hickeys quickly. The knock happened again as Jimin took one of Yoongi's hoodies without realizing it and slipped it on.
Jimin finally got to the door to reveal the alien and the muscle bunny. Yoongi was already under the covers and pretending to sleep. He was frustrated that Taehyung and Jungkook cockblocked him again. There was inaudible muttering and soon the door closed, Jimin out of the room.
"Cockblockers" Yoongi muttered before falling asleep alone in his room, the quiteness enloping him as he let exhaustion take over his mind and body.