BTS Boy x Boy One shots and Drabbles

Yoonmin

In hindsight, Jimin decides it was all Yoongi's fault. It was Yoongi's fault for staying so late at the studio, for making Seokjin worried and sending Jimin to go fetch him. It was Yoongi's fault for being so quiet, for keeping the lights off in the studio so Jimin didn't realise what was happening until it was too late.

Yes, it was entirely Yoongi's fault that Jimin walked in on him jerking off.

It was less walking in and more watching if Jimin is being completely honest. But the door had been ajar and Jimin had only peeked in to see if Yoongi was still recording in case he disturbed him. He hadn't been expecting to find Yoongi perched on the couch, legs spread and jeans pulled down his thighs. Jimin knows it probably says more about him than anything else that his eyes immediately went to Yoongi's crotch. He also likes to pretend that his cheeks definitely didn't heat up to see that yes, Yoongi's underwear was pulled down too. Yoongi had always had pretty fingers, thin and dainty, but they looked even prettier wrapped around his dick like that. Jimin knows he should have walked away or made a sound to let Yoongi know he was there so he would stop and they could both laugh the entire situation off. Only, Yoongi's face was buried in the collar of his oversized hoodie and Jimin wanted to see him, wanted to see if his face was flushed, if his eyes were glazed over like Jimin's got when he was about to come and the thought of that had him rooted to the spot. Jimin could hear Yoongi though, small pants and quiet moans filling up the tiny studio, and he felt his mouth go dry.

Jimi doesn't how long he stood there, sweaty hands fisted in his shorts, but he does see Yoongi's face in the end and the image of the older boy coming, eyes screwed shut and bottom lip caught between his teeth, is seared into his mind forever.

-

It isn't until the next day that Jimin realises things have changed. He's in the bathroom, half-asleep as he brushes his teeth when he hears the door slide open. He sees another set of hands reach for the sink but he's too tired to protest so he moves over. Only when he decides to greet the intruder does Jimin realise it was a bad idea to turn his head because of course it would be Yoongi and now the other boy's face is so close, breath fanning over Jimin's cheek. Yoongi has horrible morning breath and usually Jimin would scrunch his nose and push him away with a 'you stink, hyung~', but Yoongi's eyes are so soft when he wakes up, like little downturned pools, and Jimin is transfixed.

"What are you staring at?" Yoongi asks, words muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth, and Jimin finally comes back to his senses.

"Nothing." He mutters, ignoring Yoongi's raised brows as he rushes out of the bathroom as fast as he can.

Breakfast was an even more awkward affair with Jimin spending the entire time trying not to look at Yoongi's hands every time the other boy reaches for his food because the last time he had soon those fingers they'd been slick with precome and stroking a dick. Practice was even worse and Jimin decides he really, really hates how lazy Yoongi is. They're barely an hour into practice and already Yoongi is sweating, strands of hair sticking to his neck and droplets pooling in the hollows of his collarbones. Jimin would usually make fun of his lack of stamina, poke him playfully in the side, and he would have done that now if every puff and pant coming from Yoogi didn't make his hair stand on edge for reasons he can't explain. It takes tripping over his own feet three times trying not to look at the older boy for Jimin to decide he needs to do something about this.

And doing something about it meant ignoring Yoongi for as long as it took for Jimin to be able to function like a normal human being around him again. It takes trying to actively avoid Yoongi, though, for Jimin to realise just how much time they actually spend together and it says more about their relationship than Jimin has time to think about at this moment. Not when Yoongi's face is this dangerously close to his crotch. They're all in the living room, piled up on the couch as they watch a movie on a rare afternoon off. It's a horror film, Jungkook's choice, and usually Jimin would be too scared to watch but Yoongi had decided to use his lap as his personal pillow and it's all Jimin can focus on. This isn't the first time Yoongi has done this and Jimin has never minded it, encouraged it even, threading his fingers through Yoongi's hair and staring as the flickering lights of the TV illuminated his fair skin. But now it feels different and all Jimin can think about is flushed cheeks and red, bitten lips. The living room suddenly feels too hot and when Yoongi lets out a small, contented sigh, burying further into his lap, it's the last straw. He shoves Yoongi off, muttering something about a stomach ache before stumbling to the bedroom, ignoring the eyes he can feel burning on his neck.