Who Are You? [] PJM & MYG YoonMin []

☆Two: Stolen Kiss☆

         After making it a few blocks, Yoongi pulled the bike over in front of the convenience store near Jimin's house. The elder turned back to Jimin,  flipping up his visor. Jimin had a clear view into Yoongi's dark eyes. They were deep like an onyx ocean with small specks of gold scattered within the depths. Though they seemed cold at first, Jimin could see now that Yoongi's eyes were warm and inviting.
    "What do you guys normally drink?" Yoongi's voice tore Jimin away from his fall into the abyss of the elders eyes.
      "The others usually drink soju or beer," Jimin replied.
     "What do you drink?" Jimin could have sworn Yoongi put an emphasis on his words but he couldn't ascertain why.
       Taken aback, Jimin replied quietly, "Oh, um... I like red wine."
      Yoongi nodded, removing his helmet, "Me too. I'll get us some."
       Jimin nodded but Yoongi didn't get off the bike. The elder turned back to Jimin, his large hand sliding across Jimin's arm, "You need to let me go."
      Jimin, realizing he was still hugging Yoongi's back, pulled away quickly, "Oh, sorry! Sorry."
        A small smile crossed Yoongi's lips as he got off the motorcycle and headed into the store. Jimin watched him through the windows. His heart pounded in his chest. Pulsed in his ears. No person had ever made Jimin feel this way. Especially just after meeting them. His body, fully exposed to the cold air, already missed Yoongi's touch. Before he could dwell on the feeling, Yoongi was already heading out of the store. Bags of alcohol in hand. Without a word, he unzipped Jimin's back pack and stuffed the heavy bottles and cans inside. Normally, Jimin would have protested to the mannerless action. But swiftly Yoongi was back on the bike and Jimin was holding him tightly once again. Quelling any emotion of irritation he had.

    The ride to the house was entirely too short for Jimin's liking but he trudged past the gate, leading the way for Yoongi. Luckily, Jimin had managed to keep the garden looking nice. Despite Taehyung's dog, Yeontan, daily attempt to dig at the flowers. The 2 story house was lit brightly, the sounds of bellowing laughter echoing from inside as Jimin opened the front door. He and Yoongi kicked off their shoes and stepped inside, heading towards the kitchen.
     The others sat around the coffee table. Jin and Namjoon sitting close on the couch. Taehyung sat in Jungkook's lap, leaving space for Hoseok on the love seat. They all turned towards the kitchen, shouting hurrahs with the arrival of the alcohol.
      Jimin and Yoongi headed into the living room, making sure to grab a pair of wine glasses from the cupboard. The two taking a seat near each other on the floor, leaving Namjoon to do the introductions with Hoseok. Jin hurriedly laid out some plates of food despite having recently eaten. Then again, theirs was a house of big eaters.
         "What are we celebrating?" Taehyung asked, directing everyone's attention to Hoseok.
      Hoseok smiled brightly in reply, "Jiminie, Jungkookie, and I have an audition next week for the dance competition the school is holding!"
     Jimin and the others cheered. Even Yoongi clapped in lazy excitement. Everyone congratulating them on their chance. The riotous discussion slowly calming as everyone was ready to drink for the occasion.
      "Let's play a game!" Jungkook shouted over his music, lowering the volume for the discussion.
     "Which game?" Namjoon asked, cracking open a can of beer.
     "Image game!" Taehyung bellowed and the others agreed.
    Yoongi poured he and Jimin a glass of wine as Jin readied the soju and beer for the others. Namjoon immediately took the lead in the game, asking the first question.
     "Okay, okay... Who among us has the worst fashion sense?" Namjoon asked before counting down. "1, 2, 3!"
     Immediately everyone pointed to Jin. Forgetting to block the eldest kicked back two shots of soju. Smacking Namjoon's arm before beginning his turn.
      "Who is the most annoying?" Jin smirked. "1, 2, 3!"
     Much to his dismay everyone pointed at Jin again. Breaking into hysterical laughter at the surprise on Jin's face. His ears burned red and his voice whined in contest but he was forced to drink in the end. No one backing down from their decision. Namjoon put a comforting arm around Jin's shoulders. They all took turns, sharing in drinks and laughter. Though Jimin and Yoongi were the most sober. Barely finishing 2 glasses of wine. Next up was Jimin.
      Jimin grinned, ready to make attack against Seokjin, making sure the eldest member would be forced to drink again, "Who here is the best looking? 1, 2, 3!"
       To Jimin's surprise, the answers were mixed. Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon instantly pointed to Jin. But Taehyung directed his finger at Jungkook. Hoseok was pointing at Jimin and when he looked beside him, so was Yoongi. Jimin stared at Yoongi's seemingly blank expression. But he noticed the elders pale cheeks were flushing red. The heat matching his own. The others laughed and everyone took their drink, abiding by the rules of the game. Jimin making sure to down his entire glass of wine.
     The rest of the game was played in similar jest. Jimin stealing glances at Yoongi as the group slowly grew more drunk. The game coming to a loopy end as the tipsy group continued laughing and joking around. Jin soon cuddled into Namjoon, wrapping his arms around his waist. The eldest's face red with his rising drunken lust.
      Yoongi tilted his head, looking at the two. His speech slurred, "A-are you two dating?"
        Jin smiled wide and Namjoon nodded, "Ye. Going on two years now."
         Yoongi nodded, his expression flat as his gaze moved to the two youngest who were giggling with each other in a drunken stupor, "What about them?"
       Hoseok laughed brightly, "They're ambiguous. Sometimes they're together and other times Jungkook is gawking at girls he sees walking down the street."
       Yoongi nodded, his body seemingly heavy with drunkenness, his dark eyes shifting to Jimin, "What about you?"
      Jimin blushed and fiddled with his wine glass, "I.... I like men... But I'm not dating anyone."
      Jimin was thankful when Yoongi didn't press into the issue. But Jimin also felt curious, "What about you?"
      Jimin could have sworn Yoongi was blushing, but it could have just been the booze, as he replied, "I don't label myself. I like what I like. I don't argue with it."
        Why did Jimin feel a small spark of hope at those words? He brushed it off as the group began to split up. Namjoon and Jin heading to Namjoon's room and Taehyung carrying Jungkook to his room. Hoseok stood ready to head to the room he and Jimin shared. Jimin waved him off alone, pretending to clean up. When really he just wanted more time with Yoongi, who was stumbling to join Jimin in the process of cleaning up.
      The two were left alone. The faint sound of music playing from Jungkook's speaker helping silence the sounds that tried to seep out of the other's rooms. Jimin finished cleaning up, rinsing out the last glass before turning back to Yoongi. Who had made himself comfortable, draped across the couch. Jimin walked over, looking down on Yoongi's beautiful face, "You're welcome to sleep here tonight."
      Yoongi didn't answer. His eyes closed, his breaths slow and deep. Jimin knelt on the floor beside him. He wasn't sure how long he watched Yoongi sleep, memorizing every curve of his face. Carefully tracing lines over Yoongi's cherry lips with his eyes. Jimin bit his bottom lip at the sight. Maybe it was his foolish attraction or the wine flowing in his system, Jimin decided to silence his mind and just act. He leaned forward slowly, hovering over Yoongi's face. Slowly closing the gap and gently pressing his lips against Yoongi's.
      A spark jolted through Jimin's body as their lips touched. He revelled in the soft cushions of Yoongi's small lips. Taking in the scent of his shampoo and cologne. Suddenly, Yoongi's lips began to move against Jimin's. His slender fingers sliding to the back of Jimin's neck, not allowing the younger to pull away from surprise. Jimin felt drunk. Not from alcohol. But from the sweet mix of wine and mint on Yoongi's tongue as they slid against each other. Jimin's mind clouded, spinning with the heat pulsing between them. Jimin couldn't stop his small hands from slipping under the edge of Yoongi's shirt as the elder pulled Jimin closer. Their kiss deepening more.
        "Whoa!" Jimin and Yoongi jumped away from each other in fright at the sudden sound of Jungkook's yell, staring at the maknae with wide eyes.
        "My bad," The youngest grinned widely before skipping off to his room.
     Jimin's face flushed red as he slowly looked back to Yoongi. The elder was already reclined back on the couch. Seemingly already asleep. Instantly, Jimin leapt to his feet and took the chance to scurry back to his room. Closing the door quickly, leaning against the cool wood and sliding to the floor. Eager to catch the breath Yoongi had stolen from his lungs. Trying to calm his thundering heart and regain his mind. But there was one thought he couldn't wipe away from his thoughts:
    Kissing Min Yoongi was like touching the edges of heaven itself.