DMBI - Fragments of a Summin

Chapter Two

WARNING: light smut, if you want to skip the chapter then all you need to know is that Jimin had a sexual dream about Yoongi.

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What a day... 

Jimin enters his apartment and drops his bag immediately, hanging his coat and scarf up before slumping onto the sofa.

He is tired. Very tired. He also hasn't had the chance to eat anything since his early lunch, which consisted of half a sandwich, and it is now 11pm...

Jimin is considering making ramen. He honestly craves the salty broth and slightly chewy noodles. It's not the healthiest meal in the world, but if it's the only real meal of the day then surely it's un-healthiness is cancelled out... Right?

Jimin smiles at his wise decision but as he tries to push himself out of the sofa he had unknowingly slumped into, his muscle give way and his eyes flutter shut, head lolling back onto the sofa.

Jimin blinks a few times, eyes adjusting to the new light. He feels hands on his thighs and looks down.

Min.

He gulps. "Jesus Christ, Jimin. You can't dream about guys you've only just met, for fuck's sake..." He chides at himself, head shaking slightly.

Min smirks at Jimin's outburst and unzips the younger's suit trousers.

"Holy shit! Okay, no.. I'm not.. I don't... I like girls!..." Jimin tries to push the other boy off him, but he won't budge. 

"Are you sure you don't like boys?.." Min smirks up at him, eyebrows raised. Jimin nods. "Your dick says a little differently, you know..." 

Jimin gulps as he watches the other man's ministrations. "Fuck.."

"Jesus, I've barely touched you and you're almost rock hard... Anyone would think you hadn't been giving yourself enough attention lately.." Min jokes and slides Jimin's suit trousers down his knees.

Jimin gulps again and his jaw drops slightly.

"I.. every time I do I start thinking of boys so I.. I stop... Because I'm not gay."

Min smirks again. "Course you're not... Imagining my mouth around your cock wouldn't remotely turn you on."

"E-Exactly.." Jimin can barely focus on anything. His senses are full of Min's voice, Min's smell, Min's hand that has started to slip inside Jimin's boxers.

"And you'd hate the thought of giving me a blowjob.."

Jimin licks his lips and nods, imagining how it would feel to have a Min in his mouth.

"And right now.. the last thing you want is for me to touch you, right?"

Jimin gulps and looks at Min, pleadingly.

"There's no way you'd want to imagine me fucking you.. or kissing your neck.. leaving hickeys.. Marking you as mine..."

Jimin whimpers and Min smirks. "M-Min.."

"Yoongi.."

"Huh?.."

"If you're gonna moan my name, I want you to say Yoongi."

Jimin gulps again and nods. His imagination has really improved. Maybe this is his subconscious telling him to get a grip. He clearly isn't straight. Jimin knows he's gay, he's never wanted to accept it before, but maybe it's time to stop pretending.

"Kiss me.."

"W-What?.." It's Yoongi's turn to be caught off guard.

"I want you to kiss me. Please..." Jimin looks away, suddenly embarrassed. Fuck, that was stupid.

He feels a hand on his cheek and he's gently turned to face Yoongi again. "You sure?.." Yoongi leans in until they're inches away.

Jimin nods and one of his hands slides around Yoongi's waist, pulling him slightly closer.

Min smirks slightly before gently pressing their lips together. The kiss is soft, barely even there, but Jimin's stomach flips. He tangles a hand in Yoongi's hair, deepening the kiss slightly.

He thinks he hears Yoongi growl but he's not sure. He pulls slightly on Yoongi's hair and then he's certain that he can hear a growl. It's much louder this time.

He tries to focus on Yoongi's actions but he can't pinpoint a single touch. It's as if his hands are everywhere, he is everywhere; his scent, his touch, his warmth, his tongue. Jimin gasps as he feels Yoongi's tongue on his.

He's a moaning mess and he somehow manages to pull Yoongi even closer. Their bodies are pressed against each other and Yoongi's kisses flutter down Jimin's neck. 

"Y-Yoongi.."

"Fuck... You look so hot when you say that..." 

Jimin looks up to see Yoongi's eyes completely jet black.

"This is turning into a weird dream.."

"It... What?" The elder looks at him, confused but quickly regains his composure, mouth covering Jimin's own once again.

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"I have to go..." Yoongi smiles and kisses Jimin's cheek.

"But.. why?.. I haven't even touched you yet!" The boy pouts slightly, forcing a chuckle to leave Yoongi's lips.

"You'll have to dream of me again, love." He cocks an eyebrows and smirks slightly.

"But Yoongi..." Jimin whines.

"Yoongi hyung." The elder chides sternly and Jimin blushes slightly, nodding.

"Next time..." Yoongi smiles and kisses Jimin softly before he clicks his fingers and vanishes right before Jimin's eyes.

"Yeah... A very weird dream..."

Jimin settles into the sofa and pulls a blanket over himself before quickly falling asleep.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Jimin groans and rubs his eyes. The sound of his alarm clock pierces the pleasant morning air like try cry of a cat in heat. Jimin feels like a cat in heat. He looks down uncomfortably at his cum-stained shirt.

"Seriously, Jimin?"

Looking at the traitor clock, Jimin sees that he has an hour and a half before he has to leave for work. He pulls his suit trousers across from where they are folded next to him on the sofa, not remembering having taken them off last night, and pats around the pockets. Nope. No phone. He groans and pushes them onto the floor.

The alarm continues its insolent blaring and so Jimin huffs before heading to his bedroom to shut it off. There, next to the alarm clock, lies his phone, plugged in and now fully charged. That's odd. Jimin definitely hadn't made it to the bedroom last night. Did he forget to bring his phone to work yesterday?

A shower. That will clear his head. A nice, relatively short, shower and then a hearty breakfast to make up for the lack of food the day before.

As he pulls back the shower curtain and lets warm water fall over his weary skin, Jimin forgets the time constraint. He feels relaxed and at ease. Nothing can stress him out now.

Nothing except for the alarm on his phone signalling that he has a remaining fifteen minutes before he needs to leave to catch the bus.

"Shit!" Jimin squeals as swears at himself for literally spending forty five minutes in the shower.

Jimin stops to hurriedly look in the mirror, doing his hair before he leaves. Why is he so tired? He got to sleep straight after he got home yesterday. It made sense that he was hungry, but why the hell is he tired?

He rubs his eyes once more and walks into the hallway, putting on his coat and scarf before leaving his flat.

"Come on, Jimin. It's going to be a good day. I just know it."