Chapter 2: Bad Boy, Good Lips

...Jimin wakes up later than usual, so tired from his interesting weekend that he completely slept through his alarm. His roommate hadn’t even come back all weekend, no surprise as for some reason he doesn’t like Jimin even though they have barely spoken to each other since the school year started. When he sees the time he groans in annoyance and jumps out of bed....

...If he was honest he was nervous about seeing Yoongi again, not the panicked, wary kind of nervous that most people experience when they encounter Yoongi but the sweaty palms, butterflies in your stomach kind of nervous that most people experience when they are developing a crush....

...A crush that Jimin did not ask for and isn’t even sure that he really wants. He is sure that he wants to do well in this class, he wants to excel at his studies and can’t let his little infatuation with Yoongi get in the way of that. He came to college to create a better future for himself not get distracted by a hot, rebellious boy....

...He hops in the shower, even if it means he will be late he has to shower every morning. With hardly anytime to get ready after his thorough shower he throws on a t-shirt and cardigan as opposed to his usual button down, jeans and of course his glasses....

...An untoasted bagel is going to have to suffice for breakfast as he swings his messenger bag over his shoulder and speeds across to the social science building. Forgetting his earphones means he is stuck with his own thoughts, mulling over the events of this weekend and slowly starting to realise that the thing he fears is true....

...No matter how much he denies it to himself he wants to see Yoongi again, he wants Yoongi to touch him again, he wants Yoongi to make him feel as incredible as he did this weekend over and over again. The scariest thing though is that despite his best efforts to convince himself otherwise what he wants most is for Yoongi to want him, for Yoongi to see him in a different way than he sees every other person he has been with, he knows exactly who Yoongi is but he wants him to be different this time, even though it is a long shot....

...His distressing thoughts take him all the way to the social science building, right to the front steps and when he sees Yoongi stood waiting up there he almost does a 180 to speed in the other direction....

...Yoongi is in his leather jacket, leaning back on the wall with his foot up against it and arms folded, looking completely uninterested in the world around him. The most cliche rebel pose in the book but there is a reason it is so popular, it is so fucking hot and makes Jimin feel weak as soon as he sees him. Jimin has watched a lot more teen dramas than he would care to admit and Yoongi embodies the qualities of every bad boy he has ever secretly lusted over. Every Chuck Bass or Lip Gallagher that has graced his TV screen and he hopes that just like them Yoongi has a hidden heart of gold....

...“Hey nerd” Yoongi smirks as he spots him. Too late to turn back now....

...“Would you stop calling me that?” Jimin complains as walks up the stairs to meet him....

...“Sorry nerd” he provokes him as Jimin leans back on the wall beside him....

...“Don’t start with me” he scowls and Yoongi pushes off of this wall, turning to face Jimin he puts his hand next to Jimin’s head, leaning in close enough that he can feel his breath hit his face....

...“I believe these belong to you” he says smugly, slyly pulling Jimin’s boxers out of the pocket of his leather jacket. Jimin gasps and grabs them from him, shoving them into his bag, completely flustered, face turning bright red....

...Yoongi’s tongue slips out and runs along his bottom lip, god the things Jimin bets he can do with that tongue. He places his finger under Jimin’s chin, lifting his head up to make him look at him. Then he leans down to kiss him, not starting off timid or slow, getting right to the point with his soft tongue that makes Jimin wobbly at the knees....

...“They’re watching us” Jimin mumbles, nodding towards the guy and girl stood next to the entrance of the building then looks down at the floor, fumbling with his fingers....

...“Nothing to see here, **** off” Yoongi fires at the two and gestures for them to go inside. They immediately panic and frantically scramble into the building. Once the doors close he goes back to Jimin, trying to get his tongue back down his throat....

...“We are going to be late” Jimin says, lightly pushing Yoongi’s chest....

...“Don’t worry about that” Yoongi replies, kissing his jaw....

...“They’re going to start without us” he giggles at how it tickles....

...“What is your attendance Jimin?” he asks....

...“One hundred percent” he states proudly with his head up high....

...“Then what's one day?” Yoongi grins mischievously....

...“Oh, I don’t know...” he trails off and pushes up his glasses. Yoongi leans in, their noses brushing as he looks into his eyes....

...“Come with me” he whispers and there is something about the way he looks at Jimin that makes him melt, he can’t possibly say no to those eyes. When Jimin finally gives in Yoongi grins and grasps his shoulder, leading him down the stairs....

...“Where are you taking me?” he inquires, not that he particularly cares with how tightly Yoongi is gripping him, he just wishes his hand was somewhere else....

...“Let’s go to mine, no one is home” he suggests and Jimin’s face starts to go pink again. They walk in silence for a while before Yoongi pulls out a cigarette and lights it....

...“Why do you smoke?” Jimin questions and Yoongi just shrugs, “because you really shouldn’t-”...

...“Jesus fucking christ, I didn’t realise I was hanging out with my mother! Cut out the lecturing” he snaps, tapping the cigarette....

...“Sorry” he mumbles, “when is your next game?” he asks instead....

...“This saturday” he answers, smoke rolling out of his mouth, “why? Are you coming?”...

...“If you want” Jimin says, hoping Yoongi will say that he does in fact want him to be there but he just shrugs. As they walk side by side their hands bump a few times and Jimin is oh so tempted to reach out and hold his hand but thinks it would probably be met with a scowl or his hand being swatted away....

...“What happened to the button downs?” Yoongi chuckles, tugging at Jimin’s cardigan....

...“I was running late today” he explains, picking at the ends of the sleeves of the cardigan....

...“Park Jimin was running late? I am shocked” he exclaims overdramatically, putting his hand on his heart....

...“It isn’t shocking, I’m late sometimes” he protests and Yoongi scoffs, “how would you know I’m not? We aren’t even close” he adds and Yoongi scoffs again, making Jimin narrow his eyes....

...“We definitely aren’t close, it’s not like I had to wash your *** out of my bedsheets or anything” he comments sarcastically as he unlocks the front door and Jimin trips over when he says it, “watch your step” he remarks, clearly very pleased with himself....

...As Yoongi walks in he throws his keys on the coffee table, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray and takes his jacket off while Jimin stands awkwardly not quite sure whether to take his shoes off or sit down. Yoongi notices and rolls his eyes, taking Jimin’s bag from him and throwing it down by the shoes then going into the kitchen....

...Even though this carpet is beyond dirty and whatever was on the bottom of his shoes was not going to make a difference Jimin’s mother always told him it was proper etiquette to take your shoes off when you go into someone’s home so he does. This is something he regrets when he follows Yoongi into the kitchen which has cold tiles, not soft carpet....

...“Um, your house is nice, I didn’t say that before” he compliments him, simply being polite because it is a clear lie as he can’t help but grimace at the pile of dirty clothing forming by the washing machine. Why would you put them so close but not actually in the machine? That just makes no sense....

...In the midst of Jimin’s confusion over the four guys lack of logic Yoongi has found his hands at Jimin’s waist. Nothing but silence as Yoongi’s hands travel up Jimin’s sides, their eyes locked tight, Jimin gulping as Yoongi lazily pushes his cardigan off of his shoulders, it falling down and gathering at his wrists....

...“I have a need for you Jimin” he purrs, gently kissing the corner of his mouth, “I can’t stop it” he whispers and Jimin kisses him back, hard, even though he knows he shouldn’t....

...He shouldn’t be letting Yoongi kiss his neck and run his hands over the parts of Jimin’s body that no one gets to see. With his hands in Jimin’s pants where Jimin shouldn’t want them but goddamn he wants them there. Yoongi’s the wrong choice but when his breath fans over Jimin’s face it feels right. He feels right....

...“Y-Yoongi?” he stutters and Yoongi hums in acknowledgement but Jimin doesn’t say anything. He has a list of things he wants to say but can’t bring himself to say them. He could tell him how badly he wants to touch him right now or he could tell him how badly he is falling for him right now. Both are true but he can guess which one Yoongi would rather hear as he kisses down Jimin’s neck....

...“Get on your knees” Yoongi instructs before he even has the chance to say what he wanted to....

...“Okay” he agrees with a small smile and as he sinks to his knees Yoongi rests his back against the wall. Now let's get one thing straight, Jimin has never wanted to give someone a blowjob in his entire life, he has given them before but always for the enjoyment of the other person. This time though, this time is different. This time he wants it, wants to feel Yoongi in his mouth and watch his face as he pleasures him....

...As he unbuttons Yoongi’s jeans he presses his lips together and then licks over them, going to take his glasses off before he starts....

...“You can keep those on” Yoongi mumbles, almost embarrassed that he is asking him to but when Jimin’s smile beams up at him he feels okay again. Jimin tugs down Yoongi’s boxers and his eyes light up when he sees that he is already hard, pre-*** leaving a stain....

...Neither of them say a word, simply talking with their eyes. Yoongi looks down at him and he gives a little nod so Yoongi presses the tip of his cock against Jimin’s lips, his pre-*** creating a gloss over their crimson tint from being kissed so hard....

...Jimin starts slowly, just putting the head between his lips and Yoongi clamps his lips together to stop a whimper slipping out. As Jimin starts to take him deeper Yoongi’s urge to pull on his hair grows stronger....

...“How does it taste? Good?” he asks, allowing himself to run his fingers into Jimin’s hair but trying to keep enough restraint to not tug on it....

...“Mmhm” he hums in praise which sends vibrations up Yoongi’s cock making him gasp and his hand tightens to a fist in his soft brown hair....

...“Fuck, Jimin” he groans as Jimin hollows his cheeks around him. He slowly pulls back, Yoongi’s length rubbing against the walls of Jimin’s mouth and then he presses his tongue against the head, keeping his eyes locked on Yoongi’s face the entire time....

...“Am I doing good?” he asks in a seductive tone before licking all the way down to the base....

...“So good” Yoongi whispers breathily with a nod, his eyes closed. Jimin runs his hand slowly all the way up Yoongi’s leg, stroking over his hip bone with his thumb and then bringing his hand to wrap around his member. When he starts to pump it Yoongi can’t help pulling on the strands of Jimin’s hair and when he puts his tongue flat against his balls Yoongi groans. For a bit he uses his hand on him while he works and licks his balls....

...Yoongi takes a second to thank god that none of the other guys are here right now because he’s never been this vocal before and they’d never let him hear the end of it....

...Jimin wouldn’t like to say he is proud of it but he knows he gives a damn good blowjob and he’s sure that if he asked Yoongi right now he would agree with that statement....

...He moves back to Yoongi’s length, sucking slowly, he doesn’t want this to end that quickly. Running his hands up his legs, groping at his thighs....

...Yoongi is starting to unravel and Jimin can tell, he can feel it. He pushes Yoongi’s cock as far down his mouth as he possibly can without choking and swallows around it, a swallow that has Yoongi throbbing and begging him to do it again....

...Yoongi’s begging and he is extremely embarrassed about it....

...Jimin swallows again much to Yoongi’s enjoyment and then sucks hard. Yoongi clings onto Jimin’s hair for dear life as he cums down his throat. As he pulls off he looks up at Yoongi intently, watching his face as his eyes squeeze shut, his lips parting as he pants. It’s a sight that Jimin could watch forever....

...In turn Yoongi takes a second to admire the view below him. Despite being on his knees Jimin looks so innocent, big brown doe eyes behind those glasses, his cheeks tinted pink, his hair a mess from where Yoongi held a tight grip on it, a tiny bit of *** left on his lip and his tongue ever so gently glides over it to remove it....

...For a split second Yoongi thinks he might lov-...

...“Would you, um” Jimin begins, which snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts....

...“What?” Yoongi says, pulling his underwear back up and Jimin shrugs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose....

...“Oh you want me to return the favour?” it clicks in his mind....

...“Well, I-” Jimin’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink....

...“Don’t be embarrassed baby” he teases and there it is again, Yoongi calling him ‘baby’, it might be Jimin’s favourite thing. He wants it to be his text notification tone....

...“I’m not” he insists, crossing his arms like a child in a strop....

...“Then tell me” Yoongi shrugs....

...“Tell you what?” he questions, turning his head to the side....

...“What you want me to do to you” he elaborates....

...“Yoongi! Why?” he gasps and Yoongi rests his hand on Jimin’s hip....

...“Because I want to hear it, I want to hear you say it” he purrs, leaning in close....

...“Why?!” Jimin exclaims....

...“I want to hear the dirty words come out of your mouth” he orders, gripping him harder and getting him even more aroused, pretty much destroying the stable composure he is trying to keep....

...“T-this is ridiculous” he stutters....

...“Don’t you want to see what my mouth can do?” he asks with an alluring tone that makes Jimin’s heart rate go through the roof....

...“I do!” he blurts out suddenly, blushing at his own brashness, “I-I want you to use your tongue on me” he mumbles, not able to look him in the eye....

...“I can’t believe the school’s poster boy for innocence is begging to have his cock sucked by me” Yoongi scoffs with a smirk....

...“Would you shut up?” Jimin snaps and Yoongi raises his eyebrow at how fiery that was. He realises that he really likes feisty Jimin. Like a lot....

...“How about I do you one better?” he offers, trailing his finger around the waistband of Jimin’s jeans....

...“What do you mean?” he wonders warily....

...“When was the last time you showered?” he interrogates him....

...“This morning, why?” he answers and Yoongi spins him around, pushing him forward so that he stumbles and holds onto the kitchen counter. Then he pulls down Jimin’s jeans, getting on his knees so that his face is in line with Jimin’s ***....

...“You said to use my tongue, you didn’t say where” he says and puts his hands on Jimin’s *** to spread him....

...“Yoongi!” Jimin exclaims and turns around....

...“What?” Yoongi asks nonchalantly....

...“A little heads up would’ve been nice” he huffs....

...“Shut up, you’ll love it” he insists and turns him back around, barely spreading Jimin again before he turns back around again and Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes....

...“I-”...

...“You know most people would’ve given up, gone home” Yoongi sasses him....

...“We’re at your home” Jimin claps back....

...“Exactly! That’s why I haven’t left because trust me if we were somewhere I else I would’ve” he maintains, starting to get bored....

...“Yoongi” Jimin whines like a child, immensely embarrassed by this whole debacle....

...“Stop that. Now, you need to make a decision. Do you want me to eat you out or not?” Yoongi almost yells and Jimin presses his lips together to try to stop it but he can’t and starts to giggle. “What are you laughing at?!” Yoongi tries to keep a straight face but fails....

...“Look at us! What are we doing?” he laughs. It is all rather ridiculous when they think about it, Jimin stood in Yoongi’s kitchen with his pants down by his ankles with Yoongi kneeling down on the tiles and they’re a step away from getting into an argument over whether Yoongi’s tongue is in fact going into Jimin’s ***....

...“So, are you going to let me or should I just **** off and you finish this all by yourself?” he suggests....

...“Well, yeah…” he accepts shyly....

...“Then turn around before I die of old age” he mutters and Jimin narrows his eyes at him before doing as he is told. He is a little apprehensive because he has never actually had anyone do this to him before. He has only had one long-term boyfriend and he would never have done this. He has seen it in the rare occasions when he watches porn and wondered what it would feel like. Does it feel kind of weird? Is it as good as they make it sound?...

...He doesn’t have to wonder for much longer as Yoongi teases his entrance with the tip of his tongue, it involuntarily flutters and Jimin hears a soft chuckle behind him. Yoongi’s warm breath ghosting over him makes him have to bite down on his lip....

...When Yoongi feels he has teased Jimin enough he pushes the tip of his tongue in, slightly swirling it, only enough to let Jimin know how good it will feel because he wants him to beg for more....

...“Y-Yoongi, p-please” he stutters and it was even easier than Yoongi thought. Sure it wasn’t a full on beg but Yoongi will take it any day of the week....

...A loud moan rips through Jimin as Yoongi pushes his tongue in further and there it is… Yoongi’s tongue piercing....

...Jimin had forgotten it even existed but now he is more aware of it than he has ever been as it drags along his walls....

...And to answer the previous questions, sure it feels a little weird at first but oh god does it feel a million times better than Jimin could have even imagined....

...Yoongi takes his tongue out to run it along Jimin’s taint up to his entrance and buries his tongue back inside....

...“Oh Yoongi” Jimin moans which spurs him on, there is just something about the way Jimin says his name that triggers something in him. As he sucks at the puckered skin Jimin groans his name again, making Yoongi dig the pads of his fingers deeper into the plump skin of his ***....

...He pulls back and Jimin whimpers, missing his touch. He wants to see Jimin’s face so he leans around to look up at him. He looks completely gone, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed, hands gripping onto the kitchen side....

...“You’re practically dripping baby” he licks his lips as his eyes travel over Jimin’s member, hard and dark, pre-*** pouring out of it....

...Yoongi goes back to his previous position, loving how it feels when Jimin tightens around his tongue. Every time Jimin clenches the tongue piercing digs in and it creates a sensation that blows Jimin’s mind....

...Jimin groans and Yoongi decides he is ready to let him *** now but before he even lifts his hand up to reach around and find his member Jimin is letting out a long high pitched moan, climaxing without any help from Yoongi’s hand....

...His load hits the kitchen cupboard and Yoongi’s mouth falls open in surprise, he hasn’t had a guy *** untouched before and he has never done it himself so it shocks him slightly, he is also shocked by how incredibly hot it makes him feel....

...“Woah, I’ve never seen a guy do that before” he comments, kind of impressed as Jimin turns around to face him, having to rest back on the kitchen counter to keep himself standing, his legs trembling....

...“What? I don’t know how it happened, it just-” he blurts out and Yoongi chuckles at the panic in his eyes....

...“It was hot, don’t worry about it” he assures him, getting up off of the floor....

...“Really?” he blushes, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose....

...“Seriously fucking hot” he smirks, pushing at Jimin’s chest lightly. He looks behind him at the *** dripping down their cabinet and Jimin profusely apologies for it....

...“I’ll clean it!” he insists as he clumsily pulls his jeans up....

...“I kinda wanna keep it there” Yoongi says and Jimin hits his chest, getting all embarrassed again. It’s a struggle but he eventually manages to find a cloth under the sink to clean up with but Yoongi takes it from him before he can do it. Yoongi leans down to wipe it off and tuts as he does....

...“I’m cleaning up after you again my messy boy” he scolds him and Jimin’s heart races at how possessive it sounds and although he wouldn’t admit it out loud he is dying to be Yoongi’s, his something, his anything, just his....

...“How are you so good at that?” Jimin asks in disbelief but then rethinks it, “actually I don’t want to know” he mutters. He knows Yoongi has slept with lots of people before him, it used to just be something he knew about him, a fact really but now when he thinks about Yoongi with anyone else it hurts....

...“I’ve actually never done that to anyone before” he trails off, trying to brush it under the rug so Jimin doesn’t look any further into it....

...“I’m honoured to be your first” he says, mirroring what Yoongi had said to him the first time they had sex. Jimin’s heart tightens a little, in his mind this makes him special, he isn’t like everyone else Yoongi has slept with, he was something new for him, that makes him special....

...Of course he is wrong though, he is special to Yoongi but not for the reasons he thinks, he is simply special to Yoongi because he makes him feel a way he hasn’t felt before, not for anyone, as much as he tries to pretend that the feeling isn’t there....

...“You hungry?” Yoongi asks, trying to change the subject....

...“Sure” Jimin accepts, a little uncertain because Yoongi is no chef....

...“Grab your shoes” he orders and throws the dirty cloth into the washing machine. Jimin scurries back into the living room through to the hallway and laces his shoes up, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waits for Yoongi....

...“Where are we going?” Jimin asks as Yoongi locks the front door. Is this a date?...

...“That cafe by the sports hall” he says, pulling out a second cigarette, it’s the second one Jimin has seen but if he had to guess it’s probably his fourth today....

...“What if someone sees us? They’ll know we skipped” he worries as Yoongi lights the cigarette....

...“Don’t worry no one will care” he scoffs at Jimin’s goody two shoes attitude, smoke spilling from his lips and Jimin coughs....

...“Um, could you like not do that maybe?” he asks timidly, covering his facing with the sleeve of his cardigan. Yoongi looks confused and Jimin points at his cigarette....

...“Oh, er, yeah sure” he mumbles, throwing it onto the floor and stepping on it to put it out....

...“Thank you” Jimin smiles smally. To be honest he wasn’t expecting Yoongi to actually do it so the fact that he did makes him feel kind of giddy. They don’t talk much as they walk to the cafe but Jimin doesn’t really mind it, he quite likes just being in Yoongi’s company....

...Yoongi enters first, not opening the door for Jimin but he has decided that it’s not technically a date so it doesn’t bother him that much....

...Jimin waves at Hoseok who works behind the counter and Yoongi acknowledges him with a nod. When they sit down together Hoseok’s eyebrows rise so high on his forehead they almost disappear....

...“How about I pay for the drinks and you pay for the food?” Jimin proposes, desperately trying to turn this into a date....

...“Cool” he says, not giving him anything at all, not indulging the date atmosphere for even a second....

...“I’m going to go up, what do you want?” Jimin smiles as he gets up out of his chair....

...“Black coffee” he answers and Jimin nods. Of course he does, Jimin should’ve known....

...“Hey Hoseok! Can I get a-” he starts....

...“Macchiato for you and an Americano for Yoongi?” he finishes his order and Jimin nods. Maybe he does spend too much time in here....

...“What is this?” Hoseok asks, wiggling his eyebrows as he fills the coffee mug....

...“A mug” Jimin states bluntly and Hoseok sighs in annoyance....

...“Stop it. I’m serious, is this some kind of weird date?” he asks and Jimin blushes....

...“No! It’s just- well- I don’t know but it’s not a date, that’s for sure” he says, almost sounding disappointed at the end. Hoseok makes the drinks and Jimin pays him then brings them back to Yoongi who is playing around on his phone....

...“Thanks” he mumbles, not looking up. Jimin sits with his hands in his lap, watching, waiting for Yoongi to start some kind of conversation but it doesn’t come....

...“I, um, I realised that I don’t have your number” Jimin says, he attempts to sound casual but he is clearly fishing for Yoongi to give it to him. Yoongi holds out his hand, signally Jimin to give his phone to him and he puts his number into his contacts. He saves himself as ‘Min Yoongi’ but Jimin changes it to ‘Yoongi’....

...“Um, so you mentioned that-” Yoongi starts and Jimin beams at him actually initiating a conversation but it is quickly interrupted....

...“Yoongi!” a guy yells as he comes into the cafe and is at their table in seconds....

...“Oh hey!” Yoongi greets him and Jimin definitely feels like a third wheel....

...“Yoongi is this your boyfriend?” he teases and Jimin has to use everything he has not to blush at the idea....

...“No way **** off, this is just Jimin” Yoongi chuckles but Jimin isn’t smiling. The ‘just Jimin’ felt like a stab in the gut....

...“Hey its nice to m-” Jimin extends his hand with a fake smile....

...“Yeah okay” he blanks him and goes back to Yoongi “dude come on we’re going to that bar down town” he says....

...“It’s 12 o'clock” Jimin comments, unable to hide his disapproval....

...“And?” the guy scoffs and Jimin awkwardly fiddles with his hands....

...“I think I’m gonna head off” Yoongi announces and Jimin’s heart drops....

...“Don’t you have practice soon?” Jimin asks, a pathetic attempt to get him to stay here instead because it’s close to the hall....

...“I’ll be there” he confirms, getting out of his seat....

...“See you around?” Jimin calls out hopefully....

...“Er, sure” Yoongi replies and Jimin’s bottom lip almost goes....

...“Later nerd” his idiot friend yells and Yoongi hits his arm....

...“Dude c’mon” Yoongi scolds him....

...“What?” he raises his hands in defense and then they leave. Jimin sits across from Yoongi’s practically untouched Americano for five minutes before he decides enough is enough and puts his cardigan on. Before he gets up Hoseok comes and sits himself down in the chair opposite....

...“Shouldn’t you be working?” Jimin sighs, flicking at his empty coffee cup....

...“I’m taking my break. Who pissed in your cornflakes?” he asks, drinking Yoongi’s coffee so it doesn’t go to waste....

...“Excuse me?”...

...“It means why are you in a bad mood?” he explains, grimacing at the bitterness of the coffee and adding a couple of packets of sugar to it....

...“I’m not” he pouts, crossing his arms....

...“Tell that to your face” Hoseok mutters....

...“Fine, Yoongi just totally bailed on me” he admits, huffing and resting his chin on his hand....

...“He does that”...

...“So has he never had a serious relationship?” Jimin asks although he is pretty sure of the answer....

...“Not for as long as I’ve known him” Hoseok shrugs. Jimin doesn’t have anyone he can ask about Yoongi so the fact that he and Hoseok are friends now is nice because he does really like Hoseok but it also gives him a little bit of a way in to Yoongi....

...“Has he just not met the right person or-” he tries to press for information and Hoseok rolls his eyes....

...“Look Jimin, I don’t think he has stuck with one person for more than a week. He isn’t a hugger or a kisser, no holding hands or cute selfies for Instagram” he reels off and with every thing he says Jimin gets more upset....

...“Seriously?” Jimin asks, a little shocked. Granted Yoongi has never attempted to hold his hand but he was all over him outside of the lecture hall this morning....

...“Seriously. All that couple stuff isn't his thing, he doesn’t do it. I don’t want to hurt your feelings but if you’re expecting the perfect boyfriend Yoongi isn’t your guy” he gives him the brutally honest tough love and while Jimin doesn’t want to hear it maybe he needs to....

...“Oh, I wasn’t asking for me, I just-”...

...“Don’t bullshit me. My room is next door to Yoongi’s and the walls are far from soundproof” he reveals and Jimin goes as red as a tomato....

...“I don’t like the sound of what you are trying to insinuate” he blabbers....

...“Oh Yoongi, oh do that again, oh please Yoongi, oh yes yes Yoongi” Hoseok mocks him and Jimin punches him in the arm....

...“Knock it off!” he hisses, beyond embarrassed and people are starting to turn around in their seats....

...“You’re vocal, he likes that” Hoseok smirks, clearly very proud of himself for getting Jimin this flustered....

...“Stop it- wait really?” he says and Hoseok nods, “how do you?”...

...“Listen, I’m always at the kitchen table when it comes to the morning after so as guys do he talks to me about it” he explains and Jimin instantly worries about what Yoongi said about him, if he was any good or if he enjoyed it....

...“So you know what he likes?” Jimin questions, with a clear agenda....

...“He likes ****** play, he will always deny that he does but if you start he won’t ask you to stop” he says and Jimin feels like he should take out his book to start making notes....

...“Did he say anything about me? Do you think he likes me?” Jimin asks and Hoseok sighs....

...“All I will say is he has never let any of them stay for breakfast” he says and gets out of the seat, picking up the empty cups....

...“So I’ve got a shot?” Jimin asks with a small smile and glimmer of hope in his eyes....

...“Jimin, he is a broken boy, if you think you can fix him then by all means give it a go but don’t expect anything” he says and then goes back to his job, starting to clean the coffee machine, leaving Jimin by himself....

...Jimin: Hey!...

...Yoongi: jimin?...

...Jimin: Yeah (^ｰ^)...

...Yoongi: cool ill save your number...

...Jimin: Okay...

...Yoongi: can you send me a pic?...

...Jimin panics when he sees the text. He has never taken a ***** photo in his entire life. He wouldn’t even know how to....

...Jimin: Like...

...Jimin: Um...

...Yoongi: that i can set as your contact photo...

...A wave of relief washes over him but also a tiny bit of disappointment that Yoongi doesn’t want one....

...Jimin: Ohh...

...Jimin: Sure!...

...He scrolls through his gallery for what seems like way too long. He doesn’t really take selfies that often and the ones that he does have he doesn’t really feel are worthy of sending to Yoongi. He could take one now but then Yoongi would know he had taken it now. Grimacing at his old selfies he decides it is his only option, opening up his front camera and taking about seven. He narrows it down to two and then holds them both up to Hoseok who leans over the counter to inspect both, choosing the second one....

...Jimin sent a photo to Yoongi...

...Yoongi: cute...

...Jimin changed Yoongi's name to Yoongi ❤️...

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