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26.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the city lights outside casting a faint light across the space. Jimin was sitting on the edge of the bed, his thoughts still swirling from the kiss they shared earlier that night. His heart was beating fast, though he tried to calm himself down.

He glanced toward the bathroom door as he heard the shower turn off. Moments later, the door creaked open, and Yoongi stepped out—wrapped only in a towel. His hair was still wet, beads of water dripping down his bare chest. Jimin’s breath caught in his throat at the sight.

Yoongi ran a hand through his damp hair, seemingly unfazed by his current state, but his eyes flickered with something mischievous as he noticed Jimin's gaze lingering on him.

“Forgot my clothes,” Yoongi mumbled nonchalantly, but there was a glint in his eyes, as if he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on Jimin.

Jimin quickly averted his eyes, trying to keep his composure, but his cheeks were already turning a deep shade of pink. “You could’ve just asked me to grab them for you,” he muttered, his voice slightly shaky.

Yoongi smirked, slowly walking toward Jimin, still wrapped in the towel. His steps were deliberate, teasing. When he reached Jimin, he stood in front of him for a moment, their proximity sending a wave of heat through Jimin’s body.

Before Jimin could say anything else, Yoongi leaned down, his hands resting on either side of Jimin on the bed, effectively pinning him in place. Jimin’s breath hitched as Yoongi’s face hovered inches from his own.

“You’re always so shy,” Yoongi whispered, his voice low and filled with a teasing affection. His breath was warm against Jimin’s skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Jimin swallowed hard, his heart racing uncontrollably. He could feel the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, and the closeness was overwhelming. “I’m not shy,” he muttered, though his voice betrayed him with how soft and breathy it sounded.

Yoongi chuckled, leaning in even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck. “You’re blushing,” he teased, pressing a gentle kiss just below Jimin’s ear.

Jimin’s entire body tensed, a soft gasp escaping his lips as Yoongi’s kisses trailed down the side of his neck. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the reaction, but the feeling of Yoongi’s warm lips on his skin made it impossible to stay still.

“Yoongi…” Jimin whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and something else—something that made his pulse race.

Yoongi hummed in response, his lips still brushing lightly against Jimin’s neck. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Jimin’s eyes, his expression soft but intense. “You can tell me to stop, you know,” he said quietly, his gaze searching Jimin’s for any sign of discomfort.

But Jimin didn’t want him to stop. He shook his head slightly, his eyes wide and vulnerable as he looked up at Yoongi. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips. He leaned back in, pressing another kiss to Jimin’s neck, this time firmer, his hands gently sliding up Jimin’s arms, sending a trail of warmth wherever he touched.

Jimin’s breath quickened, his body reacting to Yoongi’s touch in ways he wasn’t entirely prepared for. He felt himself sinking into the moment, the tension between them palpable. His hands instinctively reached up, grabbing lightly onto Yoongi’s shoulders as if to steady himself.

The room felt charged with something electric, the air between them thick with unspoken desire. Yoongi continued his gentle assault on Jimin’s neck, his kisses growing bolder, more purposeful, until Jimin was sure his heart was going to burst from how fast it was beating.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the city outside, the room, the world. It was just them, tangled in the intimacy of the moment, their connection deepening with every touch, every breath.

Jimin shivered under Yoongi’s attention, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable. His head tilted slightly to give Yoongi more access, and Yoongi took the invitation, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin just below Jimin’s jawline.

Then, as if realizing just how close they had gotten, Yoongi pulled back slightly, his breath shallow as he looked down at Jimin. His towel was barely hanging onto his hips, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were focused solely on Jimin, a mixture of tenderness and want swirling in his gaze.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked softly, his voice low and husky.

Jimin nodded, still breathless, his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t find the words to respond, but the look in his eyes said everything. Yoongi smiled, his hand reaching up to gently cup Jimin’s face, his thumb brushing lightly across his cheek.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, their foreheads resting against each other, breathing in sync. Neither of them spoke, but the silence between them was comfortable, filled with an understanding that didn’t need to be voiced.

Finally, Yoongi pulled away, standing up straight and giving Jimin a playful smirk. “I should probably put some clothes on before I catch a cold,” he teased, though the heat in his eyes hadn’t fully disappeared.

Jimin laughed softly, feeling a little more relaxed now that the intensity of the moment had passed. “Yeah, you should,” he replied, his voice still a little shaky but filled with warmth.

As Yoongi headed toward his suitcase to grab some clothes, Jimin couldn’t help but smile to himself, his heart still fluttering from what had just happened. He wasn’t sure where things were going between them, but one thing was clear—whatever it was, it felt right.

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