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Hi guys this isn't my writing btw just wanted to let you know! This is a repost of Only_A_Fangirl on Ao3. If you are the writer and you want me to take this down just pm me!

Genre: smut 

ship: yoonmin x bts 

word count: 41285 (holy shit) 

tw: none  

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A Tale Of Two Bottoms

"Now," Jimin whispers, hands gently massaging Yoongi's shoulders as he leans in close to Yoongi's ear.

"Now what?" Yoongi asks, matching his volume to Jimin's, turning his head to find Jimin glaring at him.

"Now," Jimin repeats. "We're never gonna get another chance like this."

"We're not ready," Yoongi whispers. This is too soon.

"Yes, we are," there's absolute conviction in Jimin's voice.

Yoongi looks at where the other members are sprawled in different places around the room. Taehyung is sitting on the bed with Hoseok pressed up next to him, Hoseok's arm around his shoulders. Jeongguk is sprawled sideways – stomach down – on Taehyung and Hoseok's outstretched legs, his phone in his hands as Taehyung's fingers are gently running through his hair. Namjoon and Seokjin are on the big couch, Seokjin's head on Namjoon shoulder, Namjoon's arm gently wrapped around Seokjin's waist, the two of them staring at their phones. Jimin squeezes Yoongi's shoulders, making Yoongi's eyes flutter.

Maybe they are ready.

It all started about six months ago.

One of the weirdest nights of Yoongi's life.

Jimin had convinced Yoongi to go out to a club with him. Normally, Yoongi wouldn't agree, clubbing is really not his thing, but Jimin made that... annoying pouty face at him earlier in the evening, so Yoongi caved. It's not like he really 'clubbed' anyway, he was sitting at the bar, sipping whiskey and watching Jimin grind on some unsuspecting stranger. They did that every once in a while, going out in a foreign country and getting a little drunk. Their drinking capacity being as high as it is made them good drinking buddies.

That night though, they got a tiny bit too drunk. Jimin pulled Yoongi onto the dance floor, and Yoongi let him for some reason. And they danced. And then they danced some more. Jimin was grinding his ass against Yoongi's crotch. Yoongi, at some point, started rolling his hips forward too. Jimin's head fell onto Yoongi's shoulder, Jimin's hand reached back and threaded into Yoongi's hair, Yoongi had his nose and lips pressed against the skin of Jimin's neck, not kissing, just there, breathing him, and it felt... harmless. Yoongi can't say he remembers them ever being so sensual with each other before, but at the end of the day, it didn't feel too different than other times they danced together in clubs.

At a certain point, Jimin turned in Yoongi's arms, and they stayed just as close. Their foreheads were pressed together, Yoongi's hips were still rolling, Jimin had his arms wrapped around Yoongi's neck. Honestly, Yoongi doesn't remember who leaned in for the kiss. He only remembers how soft Jimin's lips felt. He remembers there being a short kiss at first, just a press of their lips, then some gazing into each other's eyes, and then suddenly, more kissing.

Maybe it sounds a little mean, but Yoongi doesn't remember thinking of Jimin as Jimin at the time. Jimin was just... a hot guy on the dancefloor, and Yoongi was horny and drunk, so they made out. And since Jimin wasn't Jimin, he also wasn't Yoongi's best friend, bandmate, and roommate. So, there were no consequences. Except Jimin was Jimin, so there were. And after an awkward car ride back to the hotel where they, still drunk, legitimately almost pounced on each other, when they were finally in the hotel, in Yoongi's room, falling onto Yoongi's bed, the alcohol having worn off slightly, Jimin whispering "hyung" as Yoongi pressed their lips together, Yoongi remembered exactly who he was with.