Beats by Heart - Yoonmin/Jikook

-Track 7-

On Monday morning, Jimin headed to school with Jin. He had made up his mind about the fight with Jungkook and he would apologize when he would go back home after classes.

"Dance for me without music," Yoongi requested.

At first, he was confused, but then he shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes to get ready. He went through the last weeks and collected all the emotions he wanted to get rid of. The frustration on Jungkook and the anxiety because of Yoongi's unstable condition were forced into a small, bubbling ball of pain, and then he let go.

All the anger rushed through his body and out of him, canalized by his silent moves. His naked feet left an irregular beat on the cold wooden floor and his heavy breath filled the gaps in-between. For some beautiful minutes everything became unimportant. There was just him and the melody of his emotions and his muscles. His body vibrated.

When the last drop of agony left his system, he let himself slide to the ground. A brief glance towards the composer showed him that the older had been filming him with his phone.

"What did you think of?" the husky voice asked gently.

"You," Jimin pressed out between two deep breaths.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. "Why me?"

"Because I'm concerned for you," Jimin admitted and looked away. He knew that most people hated pity, and his teammate was most likely not an exception.

"I told you to forget about last time," the raspy voice said calmly, but Jimin still did not want to look over.

"How can I when your friend says you get worse with every week?" he asked silently.

"Who said that? Joon?" Yoongi's tone was so hateful that Jimin's head snapped up to look at him. How did he change from calm to raging within a second? "He thinks he knows, but he knows a shit!" the composer snapped.

"Don't be mad. I think he's just worried," Jimi tried to calm him and crawled over to the blonde. He never had seen such burning eyes on his Hyung.

"Worry, my ass!" Yoongi growled and rushed out of the room, leaving behind a helpless Jimin.

What had he done?

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He forced his anger back, before he entered Jungkook's and his apartment. This project sucked. What was the right thing to do and what was wrong was beyond him, everything was a blurry mix that exhausted him. He wanted to forget all this for tonight.

"Jimin," he heard the relieved voice of his beloved Kookie before the other entered the hallway. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you. I-"

Jimin put his small hand over his lover's mouth and muted him. "I was an asshole, too. Sorry. Now shut up and kiss me!"

With that he connected their lips and slung his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Jungkook tensed slightly from shock, before he melted into the familiar embrace and kissed back gently.

But Jimin did not want gentle kisses; he wanted to be fucked senseless, so he could get all this confusion out of his system. He just wanted the blank bliss of a hard orgasm. So, he intensified their make-out session and fisted the mob of black hair to pull on his lover's strands. Jungkook gasped surprised, but started to stumble towards the bedroom anyways.

They stripped off their clothes on the way to their bed and fell on the blankets completely naked, Jimin underneath. He harshly sucked on the younger's bottom lip, gaining a moan and a snap of the latter's hips which made their erections grind against each other.