WARRING HEARTS ○ YOONMIN FANFICTION

4. FRUSTRATED

The next day, Yoongi was back to his normal bossy and slightly aloof self, the wry curl to his lips firmly back. The brimming anger of the previous day was nowhere to be seen. It was a mystery. Jimin could never resist a mystery. 

"I want a full-body massage," Jimin told him after he finished doing the exercises under Yoongi's supervision. 

"It's been days and I'm sore." Yoongi nodded and retrieved the massage oil from his bag.

"Undress and get on your belly." Yoongi said and Jimin pulled his t-shirt off and shimmied out of his shorts and briefs. Naked, he got onto the massage table. It was new, just like the brand-new bed upstairs. Just like the assortment of "healthy" food in his fridge. It was pretty disturbing how Yoongi had managed to change so many things in his life in such a short time. 

Yoongi threw a towel over Jimin's hips. That surprised him a little. Unless asked, the team physiotherapists didn't bother preserving footballers 'modesty—if such a thing even existed. It was difficult to care about modesty after long, brutal games, when their bodies ached and hurt. Yoongi obviously knew that, as a professional sportsman, Jimin was used to massages, and that he didn't really need to cover Jimin to preserve his non-existent modesty. he is used to being naked in front of his team and team's physiotherapist and now it is very common to him, Afterall they all are men. 

Did his nudity bother Yoongi? The thought intrigued him. He was pretty sure Yoongi was straight—he was getting married, for fuck's sake—but... But. Jimin closed his eyes when Yoongi started massaging his neck. As Yoongi's strong oiled fingers kneaded his stiff muscles, Jimin's thoughts went back to the towel covering his ass. 

"Do you think I'm attractive?" The hands paused on his shoulder blades. 

"What kind of question is that?" Yoongi asked.

"A simple one," Jimin said, without opening his eyes

"You know you're attractive," Yoongi said with some irritation in his voice. "And I answered the question yesterday."

 "I'm not asking about your professional objective opinion. Do you find me attractive? What one finds attractive is subjective."

 A long silence. "I'm straight," Yoongi said, as if it was an answer. Before Jimin could tell him that it wasn't, Yoongi continued, a hint of a smile in his voice, 

"And I'm sure I wouldn't find you attractive if I were gay. Gay men probably don't like feminine guys." 

"Feminine?" Jimin spluttered, outraged.

"There's nothing feminine about me! Does this body look feminine to you?" Yoongi actually had the nerve to laugh. 

"I'm talking about your face. You're too pretty for a man, doll face. Men aren't supposed to have eyes and lips like that." Yoongi said.

"Oh yeah? You seem to have given it a lot of thought." But once again, Yoongi didn't rise to the bait, and his voice was calm as he replied, 

"You have the sort of face that draws attention, and my job is to pay attention to the details. Your body is my job. I study it, I learn it, and then I improve it. Nothing more, nothing less." Jimin pursed his lips. Yoongi's hands moved to his lower back and started kneading there. Oh. Had he just got used to Yoongi's hands? They didn't seem that rough anymore. They felt...they felt good. Strong, capable, a little rough...just perfect. 

Yoongi didn't remove the towel and laid his hands on his inner thighs close to his buttocks. Jimin tensed and opened his eyes as Yoongi's hands started stroking and kneading his thighs. Jimin stared at the wall. It was just a massage. Just a massage. As usual, Yoongi's touch was absolutely impersonal and professional. It was no different than getting a massage from Ron or Gary, the team physiotherapists who usually rubbed him down after a long match. It should have been no different. Jimin's eyes closed again. He had to swallow back a moan. He hadn't lied yesterday: his skin really was extremely sensitive, especially down there, but it was usually easy to keep his arousal at bay when he was massaged. He was puzzled and annoyed that he didn't seem to be able to do it now.