pastel pink | yoonmin

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They kissed for a long time, but, even if a whole century had passed, it wouldn't have been enough for either of them anyway.

Yoongi's curious hands roamed on Jimin's sides, on his waist. Jimin whimpered softly against his lips when his fingers slipped under his shirt to caress the expanse of his back, from his column and up until they reached his shoulder blades, sending tremors throughout Jimin's body and making his skin burn with goosebumps.

The younger's smaller hands were even more eager to explore and search Yoongi's body over his clothes.

He moved from his hair to his neck and cupped his face as the other explored his mouth with his own, he caressed his cheekbones with his thumbs before sliding down lower and lightly scratching his neck.

Yoongi hummed satisfied from under him, so Jimin moved to the hem of his shirt and pulled at it to bring the elder's body even closer, to kiss him deeper, to feel more of their breaths mingling together.

When Yoongi lightly nibbled on his bottom lip, Jimin's hands moved to his biceps and he held onto him as he whimpered again.

Yoongi felt his chest erupt with fireworks as he took notice of how pliant and keen Jimin had become under his touch, how hot his skin was and how endearing the sounds he made were.

It all didn't feel real, but, at the same time, the tickling sensation of Jimin's hair against his cheek, his plump lips on the side of his mouth and then on his jaw, the weight of his body on his own: that was all even too real. So real it made his head spin and his heart hurt with the force of its beating.

They were clearly out of breath, but they didn't stop kissing. They just couldn't.

At some point, Yoongi tried to pull away just enough to let the both of them catch their breaths, but, the moment he opened his eyes, he managed to catch just a glimpse of Jimin's flushed face before the younger chased after his lips, his own eyes still closed as his mouth captured his once again.

The elder chuckled between kisses and Jimin pulled at the hair on his nape before smirking against the skin of his cheek.

"You are not going anywhere, Min Yoongi. Don't you dare try getting away from me"

Jimin's voice was low and soft when he spoke and Yoongi felt almost drunk with how much all together he was feeling at that moment.

"I wouldn't dare, baby"

Jimin mewled as Yoongi kissed along the shell of his ear and gripped his shoulder tightly.

"God, I love it when you call me that. Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me baby?"

The elder chuckled again and he suddenly felt like his body was floating.

"You don't do that often, though" Jimin pouted exaggeratedly and that made Yoongi's heart melt.

"Baby" he whispered the word against Jimin's mouth and immediately noticed him shivering on his lap.

Yoongi had thought a lot about what it would have felt like to kiss Jimin, to feel him close, to touch him like he would have wanted to.

He dreamt of it and played different scenarios in his head, but he had to admit nothing could have ever compared to that moment. This was way more mind blowing than what he could have ever come up with in his head.

He felt free like a swallow, flying away in the sunset. He felt light like a feather, and he would have gladly accepted to be blown away in the wind if that meant dwelling on that feeling for even just a minute more.

He felt luminous like a star, burning with so much passion and love for the man in front of him, so helplessly enamoured of his best friend. He felt hot, like he was engulfed by the warmest blanket, the softest material touching his skin and keeping him safe.