despite what the title may make one assume, this is not smut.
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Yoongi had always known that what he felt for Jimin is wrong, immoral, maybe even downright disgusting, but he couldn't pull himself away from the boy. Every time Yoongi would distance himself, maybe he accidentally forgot to text him back, or maybe he just happened to forget to charge his phone the night before his birthday so he wouldn't have to deal with gut wrenching guilt that came along with ignoring Jimin's calls.
But as he laid in his bed, with an ill Jimin curled into his side, he couldn't help but feel like it was right. Jimin was meant to be cuddled into him, just as much as Yoongi was destined to fall in love with someone nearly a decade younger than himself. Yoongi had met Jimin when he was twenty-six, landing the boy a mere seventeen years old. A year and a few weeks had passed since then, and Jimin was finally eighteen, making Yoongi feel slightly less horrible until he remembered that he himself had freshly turned twenty-seven.
Their whole relationship had started out as an accident, a joke that Hoseok thought would be funny, and not to be taken seriously. Yoongi, however, was a very serious person – unless your name was Park Jimin – and didn't find Hoseok's joke very humorous.
Hoseok worked a side job, bartending for a night club, and one day decided to invite Yoongi out so he could enjoy the new entertainment. And since then, since the day Yoongi unknowingly opened his heart for a fucking seventeen year old, nothing has really been the same. Yoongi's already small apartment seemed to become over cramped with Jimin, little nicknacks like plushies and muscle shirts randomly popping up every time Yoongi attempted to clean.
The suddenly confined space didn't bother him, though, not when Jimin walked through the door with yet another stuffed animal, accompanied by a grin bigger than the sun. Yoongi couldn't say no to the boy, not when he was so goddamn cute, and definitely not when Jimin purposely pouted his bottom lip and widened his eyes, knowing that Yoongi couldn't deny him when he looked like that.
In short, Yoongi adored everything about the boy, from his adorable laugh to the way he would leave clothes strewn about Yoongi apartment when he was too tired to put them in the hamper. Yoongi looked down at Jimin, who was hugging fiercely onto his legs.
His eyes flowed down Jimin's body, from the shirt he was wearing – which Yoongi had bought him – to the basketball shorts threatening to slip down onto his thighs because they were too big. Yoongi had bought those too. In fact, Yoongi had bought more clothes for Jimin in the past few months than he had for himself the whole time he'd been living on his own.
Yoongi shifted uncomfortably at the revelation, the fact that he was a sugar daddy dawning on him. Yoongi frowned, as if the thought left a bad taste in his mouth and a stench in the air, right under his nose. Yoongi hoped he was more than a money pit to Jimin, because to him, Jimin was all he could ever ask for, despite the unconventionality of their ages.
Yoongi shifted again, but this time the move sent Jimin's head tumbling off his leg and onto the mattress. Jimin groaned and looked up at Yoongi, who still looked lost in thought and slightly troubled. Jimin pushed himself up to a sitting position and slung his arms around Yoongi's torso.
"I don't know what you're thinking about, but it's making you frown, so stop." Jimin said, pressing his lips against Yoongi's temple. The older flinched, and Jimin found himself frowning also. "Are you okay?"
"Jimin," Yoongi said, licking his suddenly dry lips. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to he completely honest."
Jimin nodded, his arms still hanging loosely around Yoongi's shoulders. Yoongi turned towards him and his arms fell away, but Yoongi quickly picked up his hands and rubbed small circles into the back of them with his thumbs. This made Jimin nervous, for Yoongi was rarely ever solemn and serious, at least, he never was with Jimin.
"You know I love you, right?" Jimin wasn't caught off guard, Yoongi dropped I love you's like they were nothing, and Jimin said them back without even realizing he truly meant it. "And it's been over a year since we met, when you were seventeen, and I was twenty-six. It's just that lately I've been buying you a lot of things, and I want to– I need to know if you consider me less like a boyfriend and more like a, well, like a—"
"Sugar daddy?" Jimin asked. A blush found its way to Yoongi's cheeks, which happened rarely, so Jimin knew he'd hit the nail on the head. Of course he'd thought about it, the prospect of him only using Yoongi for money, and maybe sexual favours when he got older, but every time Jimin brought it up to himself the idea was quickly dismissed. Jimin knew that even though the feeling of Yoongi taking money out of his own pocket to buy him new things made him giddy, really all Jimin needed was Yoongi's company to be happy.
That's why he was there, if he was honest. Although Jimin felt like hell, and knew that staying at home and staying in bed would have been better, he couldn't find it in himself to try and stay away from the older male. Of course, his parents frowned on the idea of Jimin dating a man nine– almost ten– years older than him, but Yoongi was kind, and gentle, and the best thing Jimin could ever ask for.
"No, Yoongi." Jimin said, pulling their intwined hands into his lap. "I don't think of you as a sugar daddy, in fact, I wish you would stop buying me things and let me treat you for once. Why do you think I always come over with a new stuffed toy, or sometimes sneak food into your refrigerator? I love that you try and take care of me, but you should let me take care of you every now and then. I'm getting off track, but the answer is still the same. You're not my sugar daddy, you're Yoongi, my wonderful boyfriend whom I love and adore."
Yoongi nodded and looked at Jimin, who still looked overtired and like he could use about a gallon of flu and cold medicine. Yoongi pushed Jimin down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around the younger, nuzzling his nose into the back of Jimin's neck.
Jimin let out a happy sigh and laid his hands overtop of Yoongi's, lacing their fingers together. Yoongi left a light kiss on Jimin's shoulder before squeezing the boy tightly, pushing his body flush again the younger's.
"Goodnight Jimin, I love you." Yoongi said, but Jimin was already asleep, the medicine he'd taken a few hours before kicking back in as soon as his head hit the pillow. Yoongi was almost asleep too, but not before he felt Jimin turn around in his arms and bury his face into Yoongi's chest.
"I love you, too."
