My Best Medicine

5

Jimin laid in bed a little longer after Yoongi had left still not quite believing that it had happened, that he had finally got somewhere with Yoongi.
He hadn't been able to act on anything when he was "inside", he knew that he was monitored 24/7, what a show that would have been for the doctors.
Jimin chuckled and pulled himself out of bed his legs still a little wobbly in the afterglow of his orgasm.
He headed to the bathroom to shower and wash up, trying to decide what to do with himself for the day.

Jimin found himself looking over his art supplies. They hadn't been touched in months too scared after the last time he tried.
The picture had been horrific... Jimin shivered pushing the picture out of his mind.
Jimin sighed and walked over to the window in his lounge and looked out across the Seoul skyline. It was a beautiful sight and usually filled him with so much inspiration. The inspiration was still there but it was fear that clouded his mind.
He wandered to his kitchen and made himself a drink and something to eat.
As he ate there was only one thing he wanted to draw, that felt "safe".
Jimin pushed his food aside and grabbed a sketch pad and pencil, before his nerve left him.

For the second evening in a row Jimin was so occupied that he hadn't noticed Yoongi arrive.
Yoongi stood at the door quietly watching Jimin as his hand moved over the paper, but he couldn't see what he was drawing.
It was the most peaceful he had seen Jimin since he had met him 6 months ago, he was loath to disturb him.
"Hey." Yoongi said quietly.
Jimin looked up a little startled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump."
"It's ok." Jimin smiled as his heart rate slowed.
"Can I see?"
"Huh?"
Yoongi nodded his head towards Jimin.
Jimin looked down and moved to hold the pad closer to his chest. He shook his head.
"N-no, not yet. It's not finished."
Yoongi smiled and nodded, noting the faint blush to Jimin's cheeks.
"Ok."
Jimin closed the pad and went to put it away as Yoongi moved to sit on the sofa.
"Drink?" Jimin asked as he came back into the lounge.
Yoongi nodded and got up following him to the kitchen.
"Jimin? About this morning..."
"Regrets?" Jimin laughed to cover his disappointment, knowing what was coming.
"Yes... No... No, it's just I don't think it should happen again."
Yoongi knew it wasn't what Jimin wanted to hear, but he knew Jimin was most likely seeking comfort from Yoongi.
Yoongi was someone who had never judged or ridiculed Jimin for what he was able to do, Yoongi was Jimin's safe haven.
What happened to Yoongi when Jimin found that elsewhere?
Jimin pushed Yoongi's drink across the counter to him and disappeared out the kitchen.
After a few minutes Yoongi hear the shower running.

Jimin was more than disappointed. Yoongi hadn't even given them a chance to try at whatever they could be.

Jimin had no friends and much less any prospective love interests, Yoongi was literally all he had.

His mind wandered back to the picture he had been working on all day, he had wanted to show Yoongi eventually, but now he wasn't so sure that Yoongi would want to see it.

Jimin scrubbed at his skin until he was red raw, washing his hair and digging his nails into his scalp. It was a knee jerk reaction to the anxiety he felt, trying to wash the feelings away and down the drain with the dirty water.

He climbed out the shower and dried himself off, pulling on pyjama bottoms and a thread bare t shirt and went back out to face Yoongi, putting on a façade that showed he wasn't all that bothered about Yoongi not wanting him.

Yoongi looked up at the sound of Jimin coming back in the room. He felt bad for having to turn Jimin away and keep this as a platonic relationship, but as he took in Jimin's features he thought maybe Jimin didn't take it as hard as he thought he had. Yoongi couldn't stop his eyes travelling down Jimin's body though and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he made out the dark ring of Jimin's nipples through the shirt he was wearing.

Yoongi swallowed and forced his eyes away from Jimin's chest.

"Come on then I'm ready." Jimin said and turned and walked towards his bedroom.

"Jimin..."

"What?"

"Never mind."

Yoongi was going to mention his shirt but he decided not to bother, it may tip Jimin into a state that Yoongi couldn't handle or that would take him all night to calm him down from.

Yoongi stayed wide awake unable to sleep with Jimin's scent right under his nose. He had found himself at one point burying his nose into Jimin's hair to get a stronger scent. Jimin smelt gorgeous, Yoongi couldn't deny that, a mix of coconut and strawberries, it was heavenly and oh so sweet.

Yoongi had to move his hips back as his cock roused, clearly enjoying the train of Yoongi's thoughts to go with the scent he could smell.

"Ok, enough of that." He muttered to himself.

He managed to disentangle himself from Jimin and headed for the bathroom.

Yoongi hadn't planned on masturbating in Jimin's bathroom but after 10 minutes of waiting for his cock to soften he kind of felt he had no choice. Jimin could end up waking up in the morning and finding Yoongi in his bathroom with a raging hard on.

Jimin had felt the bed dip and cracked an eye open. He watched Yoongi leave the room and watched as he entered the bathroom.

Jimin closed his eyes expecting Yoongi to soon be finished and come back to bed but as the minutes passed, he realised that wasn't going to happen.

Jimin sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting himself on the edge.

The light was still on in the bathroom, but curiosity got the better of Jimin and he went towards the bathroom. He stopped just shy of the door when he heard heavy breathing and painting.

Jimin cocked his head, was he hearing what he thought.

Was Yoongi masturbating in his bathroom?

"Ah... Jimin."

Jimin flushed thinking Yoongi had caught him spying on him but soon realised that wasn't the case as Yoongi continued to pant.

Jimin could feel his face burning as he blushed harder, the sounds spilling from Yoongi's mouth were obscene and it was turning him on.

Jimin rushed back into his bedroom, not sure how much longer Yoongi would be.

He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his bathroom door. Yoongi's painting had got slightly louder and Jimin didn't think he had long before Yoongi would be finished.

Jimin lifted his hips and pushed his pyjama bottoms down enough to let his cock spring free.

He hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, listening out for Yoongi's lewd noises, and started to pump at his own cock. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth to keep himself quiet and thought of the man that was currently getting off to thoughts of him in his own bathroom.

Jimin's hand moved in swift movements along his cock, his palm passing over the head, eventually just concentrating his ministrations there as he felt the heat build in his groin.

If Jimin had the balls he'd go in the bathroom and help Yoongi, but that could up embarrassing them both.

"Ah...f-fuck." Jimin heard Yoongi murmur.

Jimin moved quicker as he realised Yoongi was very close to finishing.

He felt the coil in his belly screw up tighter as his orgasm came at him. If he didn't hurry Yoongi was going to catch him, the thought of that made his cock lurch and he came with a whine into his hand.

Jimin didn't have time to relax in the afterglow of his orgasm as he heard the taps in the bathroom running. He pulled open his top draw and pulled a couple of wet wipes out if his top draw and quickly wiped his hands over, throwing the used wipes into the bin beside his bed.

He was just settling back onto the pillow when the bathroom light went off and Yoongi came out, but Jimin was surprised when he didn't come back to bed.