Friendships Desires and Secrets

One Two Three O'Leary

The dim silence broke with a soft moan. Jimin raised his head from Yoongi's lap and smirked. Yoongi ran his fingers down Jimin's soft cheek and teased the bit of stubble at his chin. "I do have to work now." Yoongi spoke in his soft way, tucking himself away and zipping up as he turned back to the pc and mixer boards. "I'm never going to get this track finished for Chris if you keep interrupting me."
Jimin moved to Yoongi's couch. He stretched like a contented cat and snorted softly. "Keh! I know you like it."
Yoongi flicked the mouse so the screensaver would kick off and return to his work boards. He cut his eyes over at Jimin and smirked.
"In fact." Jimin stood back up and moved behind the chair, draping his arms over Yoongi's shoulders. Jimin was still mindful of his left shoulder and softly kissed the scars dotted around the joint. "I bet I could distract you now."
"I know you could jangnankkuleogi sonyeon."
"Mischievous boy? Me?" Jimin feigned innocents. "Fine. I have to check my emails anyway." He turned and opened the door, only to find a very startled Hoseok standing in his path. "Hehehe, Jiminshiiii, oh Jimin, what are you here for?" Then he peeked in at Yoongi, and his face contorted into disgust. "Is your bare ass on the chair?"
Without looking from the screen, Yoongi turned the chair so Hoseok could clearly see he was dressed, at least the bottom half.
Jimin started to walk away, and Hoseok touched his arm. "Wait. I wanted to tell you both. Namjoon made his marriage announcements!"
Jimins face cracked into a huge grin, and Yoongi nodded without looking back.
"Must be a deadline." Hobi giggled.
Jimin nodded. "For Chris."
"Oh! Still that one? Shit. Ok, I'm going."
In the now silent void left in the shutting of the door, Yoongi stared at the screen. Nothing but pain would come to him. The song he had been working on for over a year looked more like the work of a junior member. He closed the whole file out and opened up a new project. The words started to pour out of him. It wasn't what Chris had asked for. It was a better track. When his 5am alarm blared, he was on his second coffee, which was now cold, and his fourth whiskey, which had been breathing too long.
He saved and closed the file after converting the format. He typed out a quick note to Chris and dropped both in an email. Leaning back in his chair, he realized that the room had begun to chill. His neck and shoulder ached from sitting still. He stood and stretched before grabbing his shirt from the couch. It still smelled like Jimin. He sighed and left for home.

***

The afternoon sun was pouring in the front windows of the fabric shop as Alex paced the rows."I don't know, babe. I really want a mix of traditional Korean and modern Western traditions in our wedding, but I look awful in red!"
Namjoon snorted softly through his nose. "You can always tone the red down or wear a less sheer fabric over your chima. You loved that layered design. We just have to find the right fabrics if you are still determined to make yours."
"I want to! It's just that all this silk embroidery is going to take months!" Alex sighed, feeling defeated.
"So compromise, babe. We can buy the chima, and you can make the coverings. I don't want to discourage you, and I know you can make it. I've seen your blue one. But you know if you feel rushed, you will fuck up."
Alex nodded in agreement. She felt a little less deflated but still sullen. "What about you?"
"I want to have the western clothing. The traditional blue, but a regular suit."
"Mmmmmm." Alex purred. "You in a suit? We will have to leave the reception early." She scanned him up and down, raking him with her eyes.
"Don't make me take you in the back, Alex."
"Or in the alleyway?" She snickered.
He quickly moved, closing the distance between them, and firmly grasped her backside with both hands. When he pressed her body to his, she could feel that he was clearly aroused. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering closed.
"What now?" He moaned in her ear. "You really want me to take you out into the alley?"
Her brain didn't know how to answer. Yes and no, and each for different reasons. She simply whispered, "Joonah."
He relaxed his grip, his face still close to hers. He kissed her neck and breathed warm air into her ear. She shivered, and he smirked with satisfaction. "Blue suit it is." He had just stepped back when his phone went off, followed quickly by Alex's phone. They both looked at their screens and then each other.
Yoongi wanted to meet at the restaurant.