Tongue Technology (YoonMin)

Part 3

After a night filled with passionate, muffled moans and squeals, both Yoongi and Jimin laid back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Wow," Jimin breathed, slightly gasping for air. He turned his focus to Yoongi, who grinned back. "Oh be quiet, you knew it was going to happen." Jimin chortled, quickly grabbing at his wrists. "So, when do you think these marks will come off?" He asked, referring to the rope bruises.

Yoongi chuckled and looked at Jimin. "How long did it take for those hickeys to go away?" He said sarcastically. "They're still on!" Jimin giggled, hitting him on the chest. "Ow! Ok, ok," he chuckled, putting his hands up, pretending to surrender.

The was a quiet moment of them just breathing, hearing each others quiet chuckles.

"Ugh, fuck," Jimin grumped, pulling the sheets to himself. "You better leave before they get suspicious." Yoongi rose from the bed and gathered his clothes. "Just quickly wrap something around yourself and leave." They gave each other a peck on the lips and Yoongi quickly left Jimin's room.

Yoongi quickly put on his pants and left Jimin's room, shirtless. He smiled to himself as he closed his door shut.

"Oh, Yoongi, there you—..." Namjoon was standing only two feet away from the shirtless Yoongi. "Where's your shirt?" He asked blatantly.

"U-Um, it's in my—uh—room," he said, trying to hide the fact that he just had sex. "Why were you in Jimin's room? Shirtless?" He went on, attempting to break him.

"H-He needed some... help with a dance, and I was just at dance practice." Namjoon stared at his glistening sweaty body, clearly seeing through his lies. "Mmhmm." He chuckled and continued on his way, leaving an embarrassed Yoongi to himself.

Yoongi quickly ran to his dorm room and laid down on the bed. At this point, Yoongi was internally freaking out, feeling like he was the one being screwed and not Jimin.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," were the only words he kept uttering to himself. He ruffled with his hair in a furious way and quickly got up to his feet.

Damnit, what if he tells? Not even that but what if we get kicked out? I'll be fine, but Jimin? This was all my fault... I have to go talk to Namjoon.

Yoongi rushed to put some clothes on and left his room, looking for Namjoon.

Wait, no go back you idiot. He's not going to tell. We've been friends for years, he wouldn't just kick us out. We're practically brothers.

He stopped in his tracks and lowly chuckled. Yoongi went back into his room, low key having a panic attack. He laid back down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his eye lids slowly getting heavier and heavier, until darkness was all he saw.

A few minutes had passed and he jolted awake at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He sighed and slowly rose up from his peaceful slumber. He slowly opened the door and a cocky Namjoon barged in, a grin growing on his full lips.

"What?" Yoongi snapped, abruptly shutting the door. "Oh, nothing, just wanted to see how you were doing, ever since, you know, that moment," he cracked a smile, slowly walking up behind him. "Piss off," Yoongi barked, jerking away from him. "You don't have to rub it in, I think you got the idea, jackass."

Namjoon stared at him, pretending to be an innocent and pure. "What do you mean?"

He was trying to get under Yoongi's skin. "Ok, are you that daft? Don't be stupid, you got the idea of what happened," Yoongi lashed, opening the door, so close to kicking him out. "Really, I don't know," Namjoon spoke, scratching his head. "Fucking hell, we had sex," Yoongi yelled, still holding the door open.

"Yeah," Namjoon laughed "I figured." Namjoon walked out of his room, still chuckling. Yoongi blushed, realizing that he said everything aloud. "You son of a bitch," he muttered before shutting the door on their beloved leader.

Well, this is it. I fucked up big time.

Yoongi tousled with his hair in frustration and jumped onto his bed, laying down on his back.

What do I do if he kicks us out? Where will I go? What will happen to Jimin?

These were the questions that kept replaying in his thoughts, creating a panic in his mind.

Yoongi, however, was tired out from the fun both heartthrobs had last night. He wanted peace and quiet, away from everyone else's ruckus. He wanted to be alone with Jimin. He wanted to cuddle and kiss him until they felt sick of each other. He just wanted Jimin. Just Jimin.

Slowly, the boy's eyes grew more tired until he finally fell into a blissful sleep.

Just Jimin. Just... Jimin.

Jimin...

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Jesus, I am so sorry I took so long to update (to who ever's reading this) I don't really have a reason, I just procrastinate a lot. I hate to sound needy but it would be really nice to get some votes in here ❤️❤️

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