"what does that have to do with us getting married?"
"it feels like i'm next," yoongi sighed. "why not get it over with? i like you enough. plus, your ass is fucking amazing."
jimin smiled as he rolled his eyes. "i'd never marry you."
"what! why not...
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yoongi let out a loud groan as he threw his head back. his hands were still sweaty from how hard he'd been gripping the phone. he put down his phone and massaged his stiff hand.
a wedding.
another wedding.
yoongi sighed, getting up from his chair, and made his way out of his bedroom. there was no point in stressing himself about this. he knew that much.
but still, another wedding.
"everything alright?" seokjin asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. next to him was jimin, who was putting seokjin's long hair in small ponytails.
yoongi chuckled. "everything is fine," yoongi lied. "i'm fine. everything is fine! so what's for lunch?" yoongi leaned his hand against the counter, immediately jumping away when his palm started to burn. he looked down to see a pot on the counter.
"jimin," seokjin said.
"on it," jimin jumped off the counter. yoongi pouted at jimin, who just smiled at him. "come on, big baby. follow me."
yoongi sighed, looking down at his aching hand. "jimin," he said.
"yes?"
"would you marry me?"
jimin stopped abruptly, making yoongi crash into him.
"ouch," yoongi rubbed his nose.
jimin slowly turned to look at yoongi. "what did you say?"
yoongi sighed as he looked at jimin. "my brother is getting married."
"didn't you..."
"just go to a family wedding? yeah, i did. i think my parents have a discount code or something," yoongi shook his head. "he wants me to be the best man."
jimin nodded slowly. "what does that have to do with us getting married?"
"it feels like i'm next," yoongi sighed. "why not get it over with? i like you enough. plus, your ass is fucking amazing."
jimin smiled as he rolled his eyes. "i'd never marry you."
"what! why not?"
"you have a 'hyung' kink."
"what! i do not!"
"you're not next," jimin whispered.
yoongi laid next to jimin, both men naked under the covers. yoongi's galaxy projector was on, illuminating the room with a soft purple hue. the soft rain outside hit against the open window, adding ambiance to their post-sex routine.
jimin's back was to yoongi, the purple colors reflecting onto his skin. yoongi turned his head to look at him, his eyes stopping on the moon on jimin's back. a beautiful waxing crescent moon.
