He was seated in silence. His left arm rested on his knee and his head on his hand. The soft breeze caressed his face. The weather was good that day. The sky was filled with white and light grey clouds and the sun intensely picked through them from time to time. The breeze was silent and his hair smoothly touched his cheeks creating a tingly sensation. The sun, when it had the courtesy to appear, was warm and reassuring. His clothes stopped the breeze from involving him, but his hands and face could feel it nicely.
He kept his eyes closed and a small smile appeared on his pink lips. His pale skin under the natural light was glowing. It was beautiful. The sun rays felt so good... No worry in the world at that moment.
"You look gorgeous...", it was heard in the form of a whisper. Yoongi opened his eyes at the same time the person moved to block the sun. Yoongi couldn't see the person that well but the silhouette was clear.
"Don't you have anything more interesting to do besides blocking my sun, Jiminie?", a smirk appeared on Yoongi's face. "Your sun?", Jimin playfully scuffed, "I had no idea you owned the sun."
Yoongi smiled to the point his eyes got little wrinkles in the sides. He somehow looked like a cute little cat. "I own everything I put my eyes on."
Jimin duck next to the older. This time Yoongi could see Jimin's face perfectly. "Everything? You own everything you put your eyes on? Really?", Yoongi felt a shiver down his spine. Jimin's voice was a bit lower than usual. It sounded challenging... Seductive... It sounded hypnotising... "Yah... Everything...", even though Yoongi had his heart beating so avidly that he could hear it in his head, the blood in his veins was bubbling for the challenge Jimin was throwing at him.
They were on the rooftop of the studio. Yoongi spent the entire morning arranging a song. He felt a bit tired. He loves to work in his music, don't get him wrong, but having your face stuck in the computer for hours straight with no break can be somewhat tiring. So, since he needed fresh air, he went to the rooftop. Noone goes there anyway.
"You own everything, mister? Even me?", Yoongi thought he wasn't hearing correctly. What happened to shy Jimin? But well, he was loving the challenge.
"Especially you...", Yoongi wasn't having any of this. The game was on and too late to back off now. "What if I don't want you to own me, Yoongi?", Jimin let the insanity take over him. He didn't care. He had no filter and he told his conscience to go for a walk. He sat next to Yoongi, turning to the opposite side the older was facing. Their hips were glued together. Yoongi didn't back down of this. Jimin put his hand on the other side of Yoongi's legs letting his weight fall over his arm and putting his face in front of the elder.
"What the fuck has gotten into you, Jiminie?...", Yoongi was amazed. His voice was a whisper. His body was burning up. A tingling sensation was growing in his body and he couldn't quite tell if it was in his stomach or his lower area.
"I don't know but I want to do this... I don't know which of my two heads wants it more, but I really don't care...", Jimin got closer to Yoongi putting his free hand behind the elder's neck and closing the distance between them.
Yoongi held Jimin's waist. He was waiting for that kiss and wasted no time in kissing the younger back. Even though the breeze was a bit cold, they were boiling.
After a few seconds, Yoongi broke the kiss. "Aren't you going to regret this, Jiminie?...", the last part was almost inaudible. "Even if I do... Never forget this happened...", and they kissed again.
Slow: moving or proceeding with little or less than usual speed or velocity, that's what says in the dictionary. And that's how time went for them. Slowly.
The warmth of the sun intensified the warmth that radiated from their bodies. The touch of skin between the two sent a pleasant sensation down their spines like a thin electric circuit that went up and down.
Steady breaths, they begged for more. Jimin couldn't wait longer. His lower head was commanding him now. He straddled Yoongi sitting on the later legs. Now their lungs wanted more oxygen, their breaths being irregular. Yoongi let one of his hands go down to Jimin's but. Jimin had both of his hands on the elder's hair.
While Jimin left Yoongi's lips for a bit to leave open-mouthed kisses in the elder's neck, the sky started to get darker. The clouds blocked the sun and covered the area above them. The grey clouds turned darker. "Jimin...", a little moan left Yoongi's lips when Jimin kissed a specific part of his neck: that sweat line right below the ear. The tingly sensation grew. The clouds got darker. Their hands moved wildly. Yoongi put one of his hands under the younger shirt to have more skin contact. Jimin held Yoongi tight to his embrace while moving his lower body against the elder. "Jimin, stop...", the moan wasn't convincing at all; it just made Jimin press himself harder on Yoongi's lap. Yoongi moaned in the younger's ear, grabbing him with strength. They cheeks were toned pink and their breaths were shallow.
But since good things have to come to an end, the rain started to pour on them. Heavy rain. Jimin got out of Yoongi's lap and, taking his hyung with him, they ran inside. Their legs were a bit wobbly. But it was a bit too late though because they were already quite wet.
"Party killer...", Jimin said quietly while looking at the rain falling from the window. Yoongi smiled a bit.
"Guys, you're getting the floor full of water. Take these.", said Hoseok handing them a towel each. "What were you doing outside anyway?", asked Namjoon.
None of them would actually tell.
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Fanfiction[FINISHED] "What's wrong, hyung?", Yoongi turned the chair with a little sad smile on his face. "How do you know?", the elder asked. "The room feels dark", was Jimin's answer. "It was dark because you weren't here. It isn't any more...". Life is, w...
