Chapter 4

...They date tentatively, taking their time, Jimin doing his best to gain Yoongi’s trust, Yoongi doing his best to accept Jimin for who he is....

...For Jimin, Yoongi is an escape from his often harsh reality, working, school, his mum. Yoongi is easy, there’s no pressure, and he’s so nice to cuddle with. It takes a while, but one night, before Jimin leaves for work, sleepy and relaxed and reluctant to go, Yoongi plants a soft kiss on his lips, telling him to have a good night and to stay safe. And Jimin floats through his entire night, the memory of the kiss making him smile the whole time....

...After that the floodgates are opened, little pecks become longer kisses, cuddling becomes making out. And then Jimin has a lapful of Yoongi, grinding subconsciously on his almost painfully hard ****, and after so many weeks with only his hand for company Jimin is close, too close, and he has to stop....

...He pulls off Yoongi’s delicious mouth with a regretful whine....

...“Fuck, hang on,” he begs, holding Yoongi’s hips to stop him moving, breathing hard, trying to calm himself down a bit. The weight of Yoongi on his crotch isn’t helping one bit....

...“What’s up?” Yoongi asks, looking flushed and gorgeous....

...“Just need a sec,” Jimin told him....

...Yoongi doesn’t reply, but Jimin can see the doubt flicker across his face, and he smiles....

...“Nothing bad, I’m just worked up,” he confessed....

...“Well yeah, me too,” Yoongi told him, and Jimin knew, they’d both been hard for a while....

...He shook his head, “really worked up,” he told Yoongi quietly....

...“I wanna touch you,” Yoongi replied, not meeting his eyes, looking down between them instead....

...“Fuck Yoongi,” Jimin whined, “please.”...

...Yoongi shuffled back slightly, taking his weight off Jimin’s **** and reached down, popping the button on his way too fucking tight jeans, sliding the zip down, making Jimin moan out softly at the relief....

...Yoongi touched tentatively, mapping out Jimin’s shaft with his long fingers, slipping his hand right into Jimin’s underwear to grip him, to stroke him. It was so fucking good Jimin groaned, thrusting a bit in Yoongi’s perfect grip, wanting more, wanting for him never to stop. He looked down, watching Yoongi touch him, not wanting to forget....

...“Can I touch you too?” He asked, grunting out as Yoongi squeezed over his head, making a little bead of precum pearl at his slit, “please, ****, I’m not going to last.”...

...Yoongi nodded, and Jimin didn’t hesitate, getting Yoongi’s **** out with almost indecent haste, pulling him close so their dicks were almost touching. This was new, this was really fucking hot....

...Yoongi didn’t stop jerking him off, teasingly, but the minute Jimin got his hand properly around Yoongi he came, hard and messily all over Yoongi’s t-shirt, groaning out lewdly, leaving Yoongi high and dry as he shuddered out his climax....

...Yoongi was a fucking mess, and still hard, after a few seconds recovering, Jimin grasped him again, feeling the slide his own *** had added, trying not to think too much lest he makes himself hard again....

...Yoongi followed not long after, cumming between them, adding more mess to their already filthy clothes. Their dicks may be spent now, lying softening between them, but neither of them bothered to cover up immediately, kissing hard again....

...“Felt so fucking good,” Jimin mumbled against Yoongi’s lips....

... ...

...Yoongi is half expecting Jimin to disappear on him again, to go cold and ignore him after they’d gone so far, but Jimin doesn’t, Jimin stays. Jimin bounds up to him at school the morning after with a beautiful smile on his face and plants a chaste peck on Yoongi’s lips and cuddles up to him for a second before they’re caught by teachers and forced to separate. And Yoongi is relieved....

...Trusting Jimin isn’t easy, he has a hell of a history, some Yoongi still doesn’t know, but as the days and then the weeks fly by, Jimin proves himself more, opens up more, and their bond grows....

...They’re at Jimin’s one day after school, hanging out, Yoongi watching Jimin open his post, mostly his mums post really, but Jimin sorts it diligently into things he can deal with covertly like bills to be paid, and things his mother will have to deal with. Thankfully that pile is small, but as Jimin rips into the last but one envelope, he lets out a little distressed squawk, his hand shaking as he reads the letter....

...“Min?” Yoongi questions carefully....

...To his concern, Jimin’s face is slightly flushed and he can see his eyes are on the verge of too watery, he looks on the edge of panic....

...Jimin shakes his head, “it’s fine, it’s nothing,” he says, scanning the letter again as if to make completely sure, placing it into the pile for his mum to look at....

...Yoongi looks and can see from the letterhead that it's from social services, but something has clearly spooked Jimin and, once he’s opened the last envelope and placed the contents into the pile for recycling, Yoongi holds open his arms for Jimin to crawl into....

...He does so without speaking, curling into Yoongi’s chest, and Yoongi can feel his heart pounding. He strokes Jimin’s hair soothingly, not understanding but needing to comfort him anyway. And he decides to take a risk....

...“Have you been in care Jimin?” he asks softly....

...Jimin nods briefly, curling into a smaller ball in Yoongi’s lap, like he was trying to disappear entirely....

...“You don’t have to tell me anything, but it wasn’t good was it?” Yoongi asked....

...Jimin sighed, sitting himself up slightly, although he didn’t look up, “I’ll never go back,” he whispered fiercely, “I’ve told Taehyung, I’ll disappear first, they’re never taking me back.”...

...“It’s ok,” Yoongi told him, “you’re ok, they don’t want to take you back right?”...

...Jimin shook his head, “no, just need my mum to fill out a thing to say she doesn’t need help with me, it’s an annual thing now, she won’t let me go either.”...

...“She’s ok with you being alone?” Yoongi asked....

...Jimin glared at him, anger flashing across his face briefly, “she wants to be with me,” he spat out, “but she can’t.”...

...“Hey,” Yoongi defended, “I know that, you know what I mean.”...

...Jimin sighed heavily, “I know, I’m sorry, it’s just, me being here, by myself, it just better than the alternative.”...

...“What did happen Jimin?” Yoongi asked him straight....

...“Abuse,” Jimin mumbled, “she went into the hospital for the first time when I was nine, by the time she came out I was skin and bone and bruised to ****, first foster parents were assholes.”...

...Yoongi couldn’t have been more horrified, “they starved you?” he checked....

...Jimin nodded, “and beat the shit out of me.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of his left hand, “got a self-healed broken bone in here too, you can feel the lump because it wasn’t straightened properly.”...

...Yoongi swallowed hard, “fuck,” he breathed....

...Jimin nodded, “better than the second though,” he told Yoongi....

...Yoongi’s heart clenched, “second? You went back?”...

...Jimin nodded, “mum went mental at them after the first time, threatened to sue, but then got really sick again and back in I went.”...

...“They weren’t better?” Yoongi asked, almost scared to hear the answer....

...Jimin shook his head, “got fed, didn’t get beaten, did get sexually abused,” he intoned flatly....

...“What the absolute ****,” Yoongi choked out....

...“I was fourteen the next time she got hospitalised, and I begged her not to tell social services, and she didn’t. And you know how I’ve been surviving ever since,” he concluded softly....

...“Drugs,” Yoongi said softly....

...Jimin smiled slightly, “dealing, not taking,” he said....

...“Does your mum know?” Yoongi asked....

...Jimin nodded, “she isn’t happy, she’s scared for me, but it's better than the alternative, if I don’t work, bills don’t get paid and we lose the house, it isn’t much, but it's ours and neither of us wants to be on the street.”...

...“And when she’s better?” Yoongi asked hopefully, “she can go to work, and you can quit dealing?”...

...Jimin’s expression was nothing short of heart breaking, “Yoongi she isn’t going to get better,” he said oh so quietly, “she’s dying. The reason she’s in the hospital so much is because of trials, anything that’ll give her a little bit more time, she’s trying to hang on as long as she can, until I’m legally an adult.”...

...A couple of tears slipped down his face, and he hastily wiped them away....

...“Fuck,” Yoongi choked out around the huge painful lump in his own throat, “she must love you so much.”...

...Jimin sobbed, just once, nodding as more tears fell, “she does,” he agreed....

...“Can I meet her?” Yoongi asked, pulling Jimin to him, unable to bear the pain in his face any longer....

...Jimin pulled back, looking surprised, “you want to?” he asked....

...Yoongi nodded, “if she’s ok with that,” he told Jimin....

...Jimin smiled the first genuine smile in what felt like hours, nodding, “she’s been kind of pestering me,” he admitted shyly....

...Yoongi smiled back, “what have you been saying?” he asked....

...Jimin blushed, “just stuff,” he hedged....

...Yoongi giggled just a bit, “I’ll just ask her,” he told Jimin cheekily....

...Jimin looked shocked for a second, smiling back, “maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” he grumbled....

... ...

...But good idea or not, three days later, the two headed to the hospital where Jimin’s mum was, and he was noticeably jumpy....

...“She’s bald,” he blurted out on the journey, “and kind of skinny, and she might be tired.”...

...Yoongi reached for Jimin’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly....

...“She’s sick, I’m not going to judge her for not being a fucking supermodel you know,” he told Jimin softly....

...Jimin sighed out in a big huff, “I know, I’m sorry, you’re the only one who’s met her apart from Taehyung and doctors for a really long time.”...

...Jimin wasn’t wrong, his mum was frail-looking and had a beanie on to keep her head warm, but her smile was as big as Jimin’s was when they entered the room, and she grabbed him in a fierce embrace before turning to appraise Yoongi....

...“You were right,” she told Jimin, “he’s beautiful.”...

...“Mum,” Jimin groaned, dragging over a second chair for Yoongi so they could both sit....

...She rolled her eyes at him, “I could have said worse,” she smirked, making Jimin blush harder, and Yoongi couldn’t help letting out a little giggle....

...“You stole my hat too,” Jimin grumbled, eying her head....

...“You left it here, now its mine,” she smiled triumphantly, “so make sure to take your boyfriend when you leave.”...

... ...

...She was, Yoongi decided, exactly like Jimin, same gorgeous smile and quick wit, it was clear just how close they were and, if it hadn’t been for her appearance, Yoongi would never have known she was ill....

...They only stayed for an hour, Jimin was very quick to pick up on his mum’s cues that she was getting tired, and hugged her tightly and tenderly before they left....

...“Take care of this one,” she told Jimin softly, “let him take care of you a bit ok? He’s a good one.”...

... ...

...They went out that night, Jimin had agreed the night off with his bosses, and he just wanted to go out, get a bit drunk and fucking dance....

...The club wasn’t one he dealt in, specifically chosen because of that fact, he didn’t need his regulars reminding Yoongi what his sordid little job was....

...For the most part, he was happy though, Yoongi knew everything, and he was still there, and he’d even met and charmed his mum. Celebratory drinks were in order....

...Yoongi wasn’t much of a dancer he found out, his awkward moves making Jimin smile indulgently before he pulled Yoongi in closer and led him....

...They’d been dancing for maybe an hour, grinning at each other and shouting the odd comment over the music, when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, a distinctly male crotch was ground into his *** and a kiss planted sloppily on his neck. Before he could even react, one of the hands slid up his chest and pinched his ******. Jimin was just about ready to punch whoever it was in the fucking face when he realised he knew him....

...“Jackson, what the ****?” he spat out....

...“Mochi,” Jackson smirked back, “you’re really fucking lost tonight hmm?”...

...“I’m not working,” Jimin told him....

...“And why should I believe that?” Jackson asked him....

...This was more dangerous than Jimin would have liked to be dealing with when he had Yoongi with him. Jackson was high ranking with the 7’s, and definitely not to be messed with....

...“Seen me doing anything?” he challenged....

...Jackson smiled lazily, “I know you’re smarter than that,” he told Jimin....

...Jimin shrugged, “search me then, haven’t got my bag.”...

...“Don’t mind if I do,” Jackson told him, beginning to roam his hands over Jimin’s body....

...“What the ****?” Yoongi asked angrily....

...“’s ok, I know him,” Jimin said, just as Jackson reached his crotch and gave his **** a squeeze....

...“Excited honey?” Jackson murmured in his ear....

...“Was fucking dancing with my boyfriend,” Jimin grumbled when Jackson finally let his **** go and continued his search....

...Seemingly satisfied, Jackson stopped touching, before facing Jimin and grabbing his *** firmly with two hands, “got anything inside hmm? Do I need to check?”...

...“I’m a dealer, not a fucking smuggler,” Jimin hissed, slapping at Jackson’s hands, catching himself on the *** when Jackson suddenly let him go....

...“So, boyfriend?” Jackson asked, looking Yoongi up and down, “who do you work for baby? Haven’t seen you around before.”...

...“I don’t, work, for anyone,” Yoongi choked out....

...“You sure?” Jackson asked, “maybe I need to frisk you too hmm?”...

...Jimin had had enough, “alright, knock it off Jackson,” he told him, “I’m clean, he’s not part of this, we’re out on a fucking date ok?”...

...“He is very pretty Mochi,” Jackson said, reaching out one hand to cup Yoongi’s face and swipe one thumb across his lips, “care to share?”...

...“Boyfriend, not **** buddy,” Jimin told him, “so hands off.”...

...“Come on,” Jackson wheedled, “I’ve done enough for the night, haven’t had a threesome in a while, you down?”...

...Yoongi’s eyes nearly popped right of his head, and Jimin shook his firmly, “we’re not interested,” he asserted, “sorry Jackson.”...

...Jackson huffed out in frustration, leaning in close to Yoongi, almost close enough to kiss him, but not quite....

...“Ever get bored of Mochi here, find me, ok pretty one?”...

...With that parting shot, Jackson disappeared into the crowd....

...“What the **** was that,” Yoongi choked out shakily....

...“That was Jackson,” Jimin told him tiredly, “dealer, rival gang, we’re on their territory.”...

...Yoongi looked terrified, “why did we come then? Are you in danger?”...

...Jimin couldn’t help giggling, “no, I mean, if I was dealing in here, then yes, it’s not our territory, but visiting? It's fine.”...

...“Why did he call you Mochi?” Yoongi asked....

...“We don’t use our real names,” Jimin told him....

...“You’re Mochi?” Yoongi asked with a little smirk....

...Jimin rolled his eyes, “I was short with a round face,” he grumbled, “fucking Mouse picked it out.”...

...“Mouse?” Yoongi asked....

...“Yeah, Mouse and Koala are my bosses,” Jimin told him....

...“You have to call your boss Koala with a straight face?” Yoongi asked giggling....

...Jimin grinned back, “yep, could be worse, our newbie is Bunny, suits him too, kind of looks like one.”...

...“This is fucking surreal,” Yoongi told him shaking his head, “I need another drink.”...

... ...

...By the time they got back to Jimin’s place they were both a little worse for wear, propping each other up and giggling, and Yoongi was still kind of hung up on Jackson....

...“He touched your ****,” he grumbled petulantly....

...Jimin snorted, “to check I didn’t have drugs in my underwear....

...Yoongi pouted, “who the **** wants to take something that’s been in your underwear?”...

...Jimin giggled, and pushed Yoongi towards his bedroom, “you maybe?” he suggested....

...“’m not taking drugs,” Yoongi told Jimin, struggling to work out how to take off his jeans with his drunk fingers....

...“That’s a good plan Yoongi,” Jimin laughed, helping Yoongi to get unbuckled and unzipped....

...Once down to his underwear and stuffed into one of Jimin’s oversized t-shirts to sleep in, Yoongi climbed into the bed, holding his arms out for Jimin....

...“Come on,” he grumbled, “wanna touch your ****.”...

...“Yoongi,” Jimin warned, thankful that he was at least slightly more sober than Yoongi, “tomorrow huh?”...

...“No,” Yoongi muttered petulantly, “wanna touch now, want you to suck me off, want you to **** me.”...

...Yoongi was whining, and half groping himself, but definitely too drunk....

...“Let’s talk tomorrow huh?” Jimin told him, sliding into bed, cuddling Yoongi close and trying to ignore the way he immediately started to hump against his leg....

...“Can’t wait,” Yoongi gasped, “need you now, please.”...

...“You’re too drunk,” Jimin told him....

...Yoongi stopped, “you can be too drunk to have sex?” he asked, sounding scandalised....

...Jimin couldn’t help laughing, pecking Yoongi softly on the lips, “you can be too drunk to consent, you can be too drunk to be safe, we need to talk tomorrow ok?”...

...“But I’m fuckin’ horny now,” Yoongi grumbled, his hips starting to move again, his hands roaming over Jimin’s back and cupping his ***....

...It felt good, so good, but Jimin knew he couldn’t do anything with Yoongi so drunk....

...“You can get off if you need,” he told him softly....

...Yoongi huffed, and stopped moving, “’s no fun when you don’t join in.”...

...“I’m sorry,” Jimin told him, “tomorrow, I promise.”...

...Yoongi muttered something unintelligible, and rolled over, thankfully releasing Jimin and his now hard ****....

...He waited until Yoongi was definitely asleep, before slipping out of the bedroom and jerking off as quietly as he could in the bathroom, returning shortly afterwards to his sleeping boyfriend, thinking as he fell asleep just how lucky he was to have him....

...The morning after the night before was nothing short of mortifying for a painfully hungover Yoongi, but it was too late, it was out there now, Jimin knew he wanted to have sex with him, and so it was just a matter of time....

... ...

...Despite drunken Yoongi’s bravado and spectacularly horny lack of boundaries, they didn’t just jump straight into sex. Although Jimin’s insistence that they hold off that night was greatly appreciated, and made Yoongi trust him more, they’d barely started to really touch each other. So, they took things slow. Mutual hand jobs became blow jobs became fingering. And along the way, Jimin taught Yoongi all he knew and, by the time the hot sticky summer gave way to the welcome coolness of the autumn, Yoongi was ready....

...The first time Yoongi pushed into Jimin, he thought he might die. He knew from fingering him how tight Jimin could feel, especially when he came, clenching desperately around Yoongi’s fingers, squirming and writhing and riding out his ******. But nothing prepared Yoongi for what Jimin felt like around his ****. He was warm, really warm, and tight and, despite Jimin sucking him off earlier, Yoongi knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d barely pushed all the way in before he had to stop, panting hard, trying to control himself long enough to pleasure Jimin. And Jimin had pulled him down to kiss him, understanding. And then he could move again, starting gently, working out what felt good for them both. It hadn’t taken long before Jimin yanked one of his legs high, spreading himself wide and begged for Yoongi to **** him harder, and faster. He came before Jimin did, watching sheepishly as Jimin jerked himself to completion as his ****** raged through him. Then Jimin came too, clenching hard, spilling over his stomach, a look of bliss scrunching up his beautiful features....

...The condom got tied off and dropped unceremoniously on the floor and Jimin wiped the majority of the *** from himself with the t-shirt he’d been wearing, and then they clung to each other, not talking, sharing the moment....

...They dozed off for a bit, then ate together, grumbling about the fact Jimin had to go to work later that night. They were still ***** when they started kissing again, both of them swiftly getting aroused again despite the orgasms they’d already had. And Yoongi knew what he wanted....

...“Fuck me?” he asked Jimin quietly....

...“You want to?” Jimin checked between kisses....

...Yoongi nodded, “please.”...

...“I’m gonna go slow,” Jimin told him, “stop me ok, if you’re not happy.”...

...Yoongi smiled back, “of course.”...

...Jimin kissed him once more on the lips, and then started to make his way down Yoongi’s body, kissing his way down to his happy trail....

...“Lube,” Jimin asked, waiting for Yoongi to pass it to him....

...Jimin had fingered him before, this wasn’t new, he’d opened him up, stroked and probed at Yoongi’s prostate and given him some wickedly intense orgasms that way....

...Still, Jimin was careful, kissing and sucking at the inside of Yoongi’s thighs as he pushed inside him....

...Two fingers were normal, Yoongi was used to two, two felt good. But it was definitely different, he could feel Jimin avoiding his prostate, and he was separating his fingers inside. It was, different, not painful, definitely not as weird as the first few times Jimin fingered him, but his face must have given him away because Jimin stopped....

...“Am I hurting you?” he checked....

...Yoongi shook his head, “feels odd, not hurty, odd.”...

...Jimin winced a bit, “gonna need to get you to three, maybe four, or I am going to hurt you,” he told Yoongi....

...Yoongi’s eyed widened a bit because it hadn’t occurred to him when it really should have. He always fingered Jimin with three though, today had been no different. But it was going to be different for him. He could do this....

...He nodded to Jimin, “ok,” he agreed....

...“Yoongs if it hurts please let me know ok, I don’t want it to hurt you.”...

...“Ok,” he agreed....

...Jimin worked slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and the third finger definitely made Yoongi feel fuller than he ever had before, but it was ok....

...“Yoongs?” Jimin checked after approximately a thousand years, “I think you’re ready.”...

...Yoongi half sat up, the sight of a ***** and aroused Jimin still three fingers deep in him making his own arousal slam into him like a fucking train....

...“Yeah, ok,” he panted out....

...Jimin pulled his fingers out, kneeling between Yoongi’s legs, rolled a condom on, and slicked himself with lube, ready....

...“You sure,” he asked one last time....

...Yoongi just nodded....

...It wasn’t what he’d expected. Jimin’s **** felt huge against him, pushing into him. It didn’t hurt, but it was overwhelming, and Jimin had barely started to slide in before Yoongi had to stop him....

...“Hang on,” he gritted out, “please.”...

...“Sore?” Jimin checked, his hips freezing in place....

...Yoongi shook his head, “no, just, a lot.”...

...Jimin leant down to kiss him, pecking him softly on the lips, “no rush,” he breathed....

...Yoongi took a couple of deep breaths, “ok,” he said, “I’m ok.”...

...“More?” Jimin checked....

...Yoongi nodded, “slowly,” he asked quietly....

...Jimin pushed in a bit more, spreading Yoongi wider than ever, and yep, that stung....

...His little intake of breath was enough to stop Jimin....

...“God Yoongi, I’m sorry,” he apologised....

...Yoongi huffed out a little frustrated breath, “no I am, why can’t I do this, you made it look easy,” he grumbled, half mortified....

...Jimin smiled fondly, “takes practise, I’ve got an idea, might be better if you rode me, then you’re in control ok? Might be less scary.”...

...“I’m not scared,” Yoongi told him....

...“You’re tense which won’t help,” Jimin told him, “I’m going to pull out ok? Slowly, then we’ll try again?”...

...Jimin pulling out felt weird too, but once he was out, Yoongi could breathe again, and he realised Jimin was right, he’d been tense....

...“We can stop,” Jimin told him....

...“Don’t want to, want to get your goddamn **** in me ok?” Yoongi growled....

...Jimin giggled, moving to the head of the bed, propping himself up against his pillows so he was comfortable....

...“Come and ride me then honey,” he grinned....

...Jimin helped Yoongi into his lap, helped him to find the right position, held his **** so Yoongi could sit on him....

...“Ok, when you’re ready,” Jimin told him....

...And sitting on Jimin was much easier than waiting for Jimin to slide into him, Jimin had been right, being in control gave him much more confidence and, before he knew it, he was sat down on Jimin’s thighs, fully impaled on his ****....

...Jimin pulled him in for a kiss, holding him close, waiting until he was ready to move....

...It was much harder work than he was expecting, trying to bounce in Jimin’s lap, and it wasn’t long before his thighs were burning, unused to the position they were in....

...“Jimin, ****,” he whined, “hurts.”...

...“Hurts?” Jimin asked in alarm, holding Yoongi still, “where?”...

...“Thighs,” Yoongi pouted....

...Jimin giggled, “fucking scared me then, let’s move hmm?”...

...Yoongi nodded, pulling himself slowly off Jimin, collapsing onto his back, giggling at his shaking thighs....

...“Roll over?” Jimin suggested....

...Yoongi nodded, tucking his **** up against his stomach....

...“Gorgeous,” Jimin breathed, pushing one of Yoongi’s knees up and out slightly, pushing back into him, lying along Yoongi’s back and holding one of his hands, lacing their fingers together....

...“Oh ****, Yoongi, feel so fucking good,” Jimin groaned....

...He angled his hips slightly, and then pushed hard into Yoongi’s prostate, and holy fucking shit....

...“Oh god, ****, yes, there,” Yoongi babbled, “more, harder, please.”...

...Jimin sped up, carefully, but Yoongi was beyond that, he needed him, wanted him, wanted it all....

...“Harder,” he begged....

...Jimin did, ramming into him, pushing Yoongi quickly to the edge....

...“Don’t stop,” he gasped out, clenching hard around Jimin as he came messily onto the bed....

...Jimin followed not long after, and Yoongi got to feel him, pulsating rhythmically inside him, reviving his own waning ******. And for a minute afterwards, he could only gasp for breath....

...In the aftermath, all he could do was smile. Grinning to himself at the slight discomfort inside him as they showered, feeling the ghost of Jimin in him, feeling the ghost of Jimin around him....

...He didn’t want to let Jimin go that night, pulling him back multiple times for one last kiss....

...But Jimin had to work, had to go, and so they parted, both still glowing, both still smiling, Yoongi promising to wait at Jimin’s for him until the morning so they could walk to school together....

...Jimin was an angel, a messed up flawed angel, but one nevertheless. And Yoongi couldn’t be happier that Jimin was his....

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