little space → yoonmin

fourteen

I just want to take a minute to say a few things, then we'll get onto the chapter, yes?
       1. I should learn not to open my mouth when I'm being dramatic 
       2. you guys are too fucking sweet. I don't deserve any of you.
       3. the media is basically yoonmin alr cool
       4. this story is being translated into czech ! so that's cool
       5. onto the thing

oh oh and also  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Hey," a finger poked his cheek. "Hey," again. "Hey," his ribcage. "Hey, hey daddy wake up." someone squeezes his cheeks together. "Daaaaaady." Yoongi cracked an eye open to see Jimin leaning over him, eyes blown wide and face incredibly close to his own. "Daddy, I needa know why you don't wanna have sex."

"What? Jimin, come back to bed." Yoongi held his arms up and made grabby hands, and he wondered momentarily how much Jimin had rubbed off of him. Jimin crawled into bed, but his phone was in his hands, and as soon as he slipped under the covers he shoved it in Yoongi's face. It'd been two weeks since The Incident, and Jimin hadn't brought up the prospect of sex since. Which Yoongi was thankful for, until now. "What is this, baby?"

"The lady on the television... she said that I should get some of this if my sex life is getting dull." Yoongi hadn't looked at the phone yet, too bust with rubbing his eyes and trying to find a stuffed animal to shove under his neck. He couldn't imagine what Jimin had pulled up on his phone (a vibrator? Some kind of monster dildo? Who knows.) and frankly, he didn't know if he wanted to look.

"Daddy, should I get this?... so, so we can have sex?" Jimin asked and Yoongi finally gave in, taking the phone and turning down the brightness because jesus, it was still too early for this. Yoongi squinted at the screen and almost burst out in a fit of laughter, but Jimin looked so concerned that he bit his lip to suppress his giggles.

"God, you're so cute," Yoongi said, pressing a kiss to Jimin's forehead and setting his phone down on the side table. "No, baby, you don't need viagra. That's for old people who can't get it up." Yoongi rolled over and threw his arm over Jimin's waist and laid his bed back on the pillow.

"What is..." Jimin trailed off, like he usually did when he felt as if he was asking a stupid question. Yoongi prodded his side to urge him on. "What is," Jimin dropped his voice to a whisper, "getting it up?"

Yoongi wrinkled his eyebrows together, because Jimin should most definitely know what a boner is (god knows he's been the cause of quite a few) and then Yoongi thought back to the embarrassingly large amount of research he did when all this started and realized that maybe this was the 'innocence play' or something. Either way, Yoongi sighed because he really did not want to talk about this.

"It's like, getting a boner, Jimin. You know what a boner is." Yoongi wanted to scream when Jimin shook his head because fuck, he knew where this was going and no, he couldn't deny the boy of anything and ever since The Incident he'd been treading lightly and just... just fuck.

"I think," Jimin pretended to be bashful. This bastard. "I think that you should show me." Yoongi wanted to die. He wanted to roll right out of bed and throw himself out of the bay window in their living room. They were only on the third floor and that wouldn't be enough to kill him, but maybe it'd be enough if he hit his head for him to forget this whole experience. Yoongi sighed, clenched his eyes shut, prayed this was a dream. Opened his eyes, looked at Jimin already shucking off his pants and dammit, he was actually going to do this.