My Best Medicine

8

Yoongi couldn't clearly remember falling asleep but figured he must have done at some point and was dreaming the sensation that was currently engulfing his cock. The warm, wet heat pulling him closer to consciousness, the muffled moan that vibrated over his cock.
Yoongi's eyes snapped open as he felt his orgasm draw closer.
"J- fuck- Jimin!"
Another muffled moan that caused the heat in his groin to coil tighter, release wasn't far away.
"J-Jimin..." Yoongi lifted his head and curled his fingers into Jimin's hair trying to tug the man off his cock.
Jimin retaliated by gripping onto Yoongi's hips and sucking his cock down harder.
Yoongi's head dropped back on the pillow as he groaned, feeling Jimin's throat contract around his cock as he swallowed Yoongi's cum.
Yoongi laid staring at the ceiling still trying to process what had happened. Jimin was becoming a handful, so much so that Yoongi wasn't even safe asleep.
When Jimin surfaced from under the covers he had the decency to look embarrassed, but as he got out of bed Yoongi realised it wasn't because he'd had Yoongi's cock in his mouth.
"Jimin..."
"It's fine, it happens sometimes with people I like..." Jimin mumbled as he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and disappeared out into the hallway.
It took Yoongi a minute to collect himself before he tucked himself back into his sweats and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Jimin to come out the bathroom.
Yoongi tried to talk to Jimin when he came back out the bathroom, but Jimin was having none of it, pulling a t shirt over his head and heading straight down the hallway mumbling about making a coffee.
Yoongi sighed and went to clean up.

Jimin kept himself hidden in the kitchen making himself breakfast knowing Yoongi wouldn't stay after he had washed up.
"Jimin?" Yoongi was stood in the kitchen doorway, Jimin had no escape.
Jimin looked up briefly.
"Hmmm."
"That picture..." Yoongi waited until Jimin looked at him. "Have you been there?"
Jimin's eyes widened as he realised that Yoongi had seen his picture, but he shook his head.
"No, never."
Yoongi nodded when Jimin had affirmed what Yoongi already knew.
"Do you know it?" Jimin asked quietly.
Yoongi swallowed. He didn't really want to have this conversation with Jimin just yet.
"I recognise it, like maybe in passing." Yoongi flapped his hand in the air as he spoke, like it didn't really mean anything to him.
Jimin nodded and Yoongi let out a quiet breath as Jimin seemed to believe him.
"I better go. I'll be back later, ok?"
Jimin nodded as Yoongi walked away from the doorway, but he suddenly turned back.
"Call me if it happens again. I'll come straight away."
Jimin muttered a quiet "thank you" as he heard his front door shut.

Yoongi pulled his phone out his pocket as soon as he exited Jimin's building.
"Joon?"
"Yeah, what's up Yoongi?"
"Well, I need to ask you about Jin..."
"Yeah?"
"Does... does he still live just outside of Seoul?"
"Yeah why?"
"Jimin..."
Yoongi was ready for Namjoon to berate Yoongi for buying into Jimin's so called visions, but he didn't.
"And?"
"He drew Jin's house... on fire."
"Well, it's ok at the moment."
"You're there now?"
"Yup, but I'll keep in mind what you've told me, ok?"
"Please Namjoon. I was sceptical myself but how does he know what his house looks like or..."
Joon cut Yoongi off.
"It's fine, don't worry. We'll be ok."
"Ok. And Joon..."
"Yeah."
"Thanks for not laughing this off."
"No worries, but I don't think I'll tell Jin you know he can be a drama queen."
Yoongi chuckled.
"Yeah, that might be for the best. Talk to you later."
"Yup." And Namjoon hung up.
Yoongi felt a little more at ease knowing that Joon was aware of what Jimin had seen.

Jimin stared down at the picture of the house and then tore it out his pad, ripping it into pieces and throwing it in the trash. He flipped the page before over and looked in dismay at the portrait he had done of Yoongi. The huge black slash across his face looking like it was almost tearing his face in two.
He pulled that one out and ditched it as well.
"Suppose I better try again."
Jimin picked up his pencil and tentatively started making pencil strokes across the page, watching as Yoongi's feline like eyes came to life on the page before him. Jimin drew a few strands of his fringe hanging down to cover his eyebrows, but it made Jimin pause a thought coming to his mind.
He looked over at the colours he had beside him and wondered what Yoongi would look like with different coloured hair.

Yoongi wasn't sure what he was going to go back to when he arrived at Jimin's that night, but he wasn't expecting to see Jimin surrounded by paper balls scattered around his feet.
"Hey."
Jimin looked up pulling the pad towards his chest.
"I still can't see it?"
Jimin grinned and shook his head.
"Nope and Hi."
Yoongi smiled more relieved to see Jimin in a better mood than he seemed to be that morning.
"Do you need to eat? I haven't eaten yet; I've been a little occupied." Jimin indicated down to the pad now face down beside him.
"Yeah, I could eat something I guess." Yoongi shrugged.
Jimin got up off the sofa and walked towards the kitchen looking over his shoulder as he left the room.
"No sneaky peeks."
Yoongi held up his hands palm out.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Yoongi was intrigued as to what had Jimin in such a good mood but didn't want to break Jimin's trust in him.
"I'm going to wash up." Yoongi called.
He heard a "ok" from Jimin and headed to the bathroom.

By the time he was finished and changed into pjs, Jimin had food spread out for them on the table in front of the sofa.
"That was quick." Yoongi exclaimed.
"Ah, it's just some leftovers heated up." Jimin blushed.
"That's fine as long as it's edible." Yoongi chuckled.
"Guess we'll find out." Jimin grinned as he patted the spot on the floor beside him.
Yoongi settled himself next to Jimin and the apartment sank into comfortable silence while they ate.

Jimin finished first, leaning back against the sofa groaning and rubbing his hand over his stomach.
"I think that was one mouthful too many." He groaned.
"It was good though." Yoongi said as he leaned back against the sofa as well and tilted his head back onto the cushion of the seat of the sofa.
"Yoongi," Yoongi turned his head and saw Jimin looking at him.
"Hmmm." Yoongi answered but found himself getting lost in how close Jimin's face was to his, remembering what Jimin's lips felt like pressed against his.
"Did... did you know that house?"
"What?" Yoongi shook himself out of his musings.
"Did you know that house?"
"I thought I did but I was wrong, it was just somewhere similar that I had been."
Jimin nodded and stifled a yawn behind his hand.
"Bed?"
Jimin nodded and yawned again.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to start yawning." Yoongi laughed pulling Jimin to his feet.
Jimin peeled off to the bathroom as Yoongi headed to the bedroom and got himself comfortable even though he knew he'd have to rearrange himself once Jimin got to bed.
"Am I staying this way?" Yoongi asked when he saw Jimin enter the room.
"Yeah, I can use you as my pillow."
Yoongi swore he saw a ghost of a smirk on Jimin's face as he climbed into bed scooted over to Yoongi.
As Jimin pulled the covers over them both Yoongi spoke up.
"Jimin, can we let the alarm wake me in the morning please?"
He felt Jimin's body shift as he laughed into Yoongi's chest.
Yoongi shook his head with a small smile and waited for Jimin to fall asleep.