You Take My Breath Away - ON HIATUS

Chapter Three: Secrets

A/N - this is more of a filler chapter tbh but it's cute and i really love it. okay enjoy peeps 🤷💜

After getting a shower and the other boys being ushered out of the room, quite forcibly by Jimin, he directed me to the sofa bed - currently in the bed form with neatly made sheets. Sitting down awkwardly next to the guy who practically saved my life, my heart began to race. It wasn’t necessarily anxiety, more like sitting next to your idol or favourite book character and just wanting to scream and hug them.
“So, do you want me to go first, Yoongi?” Jimin asked, buttoning up his top few buttons of his set of navy blue silk pyjamas. I nodded eagerly. He smiled, resting his hand on my thigh.
“Okay. Where to begin? May as well start at the most shocking secret of all.” He sighed with a small and casual shrug.
“Well, I’m a recovering drug addict. It was mostly molly and coke. Sometimes I did weed but that’s a weak drug in my opinion.” Jimin sighed again, disappointed in himself. He took his hand away from thigh, looking at me to register my reaction.
“How old are you again?” I asked with furrowed eyebrows as I tried to calculate how long he’d been on drugs. It explains why he was so snappy and such a dick to everyone around him. Everyone but me.
“I’m 23. You’re 21. 22 in March” He smiled. Okay, how the fuck did he know?
“First of all, how the fuck did you know? Second of all, how long were you on drugs until you stopped?” I asked nervously.
“Answer to your first question, boy, I know everyone’s birthday. I know that Hoseok’s birthday is on the 18th of February making him 21. Answer to your second question, I became involved with a lot of bad people when I was 17 which resulted in me killing someone and I also became quickly involved as a drug mule. My pay, to no surprise, was either cocaine, heroine or molly.” He answered casually. My eyes widened when he mentioned he had killed someone.
“Back the fuck up, you killed someone? As in, you shot them and they died?”
“Stabbed them at a formal dinner but near enough, yes. Don’t worry, Yoongi, I’m not going to kill you unless you get on my bad side.” He smiled. I swallowed hard, noticing him run his hand through his blood red hair.
“I should hope not.” I chuckled nervously.
“Now, Yoongi. I’ve told you my big secret. Now, it’s time for yours.” He nudged. Fuck sake. Make some up, Yoong.
“Uh, fuck.” I sighed, throwing my head back and running my hands over my face.
“Do it in your own time, Yoongs. Just preferably tonight.” He chuckled.
“Do you want anything to eat? I don’t know about you but I’m a little bit peckish.” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Already got that sorted.” He replied, reaching beneath the bed and retrieving two McDonalds bags and two large drinks.
“I hope hamburgers are okay.” He chuckled.
“Ugh, I love hamburgers.” I replied before taking a sip of the drink.
“And Sprite! You got Sprite!” I grinned. He took a long look at me before nodding with a small giggle.
“I think you might be the only person who likes Sprite.” He said, muffled through the half hamburger in his mouth.
“I fucking love Sprite!” I laughed before taking a large bite of lukewarm cheeseburger.
“You’re very adorable, Yoongs. Do you know that?” Jimin sighed, staring into my eyes. My cheeks burned crimson. I was about to remove my hoodie from the temperature rising in my body. Whether that be because the room itself was getting warmer or if the compliment Jimin gave me made me internally heat up. I stopped myself from removing the black piece of clothing, though. That’s low body confidence for you.
“T-thank you.” I choked out.
“What, you’ve never received a compliment before?” He chuckled, taking a handful of fries.
“Nope.” I sadly smiled.
“Seriously?” He muttered with a small pout.
“I wish I was joking.” I laughed uncomfortably.

He put his food to one side and moved directly in front of me, practically sitting between my legs, his face only a few inches away from mine.
“Yoongi, you are adorable. Your complexion is flawless. You have the nicest and kind eyes, even if they are filled with tears most of the time. You remind me of a porcelain doll with how pale your skin is. You deserve love more than anybody else in the world. You are so mentally strong and take so much shit that would destroy an ordinary person. You say you are broken beyond repair but you haven’t been loved enough to know that for sure. Give someone the chance and they’ll make you feel like you’re on Cloud Nine. I just wished you were bisexual. I’d treat you right but I’m not one to pressure sexuality on anyone.” He told me, softly stroking my cheek. Fuck, Yoongi! Do I tell him or keep it to myself longer?
“Can I tell you my secret?” I asked tearfully, biting on my lower lip in an attempt to not let the tears fall to the ground.
“Of course.” He smiled, placing his head on my shoulder as he crawled up next to me.
“How do I actually say this?” I debated with myself.
“Say it to me like you’d tell your teddy bear.” He smirked, nodding his head over to Mr Snuggles on my pillow. I chuckled.
“Well, Mr Snuggles-” Jimin snorted. I shot a glare at him.
“Sorry, sorry. Carry on.”
“Well, Mr Snuggles, I’ve told you this before but I may as well say it again just to confirm it to myself.”
“Go on, Yoongi. You can tell me anything.” Jimin giggled in a childish voice, pretending to be the tattered bear.
“I’m gay.” I spat out. It was silent for a couple of moments.
“Jimin? Did you hear me?” I muttered tearfully
“Oh, loud and fucking clear, Yoongi.” He answered after swallowing hard.
“Well?”
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Suga. That takes so much damn courage to admit something like that.” He whispered, turning on his side to face me. I shuffled down and faced him, our faces inches apart.
“How long have you known?” He asked.
“Since I was 14.” I muttered.
“And have you told your parents?”
“Nope. You and Hoseok are the only people that know and will know.” I warned, booping his nose.
“Sir, yes, Sir.” He nodded, saluting in the process.
“Shut up, Jiminie.” I chuckled. He began laughing but gradually stopped and leaned in closer. We were mere seconds away from locking lips but then of course there was a knock at the fucking door. Both of us jumped away from each other before Jimin cleared his throat.
“Come in!” He sighed, putting his Gucci slides on before making his way to the table with the rest of his food and his phone, leaving me on the bed. It was Hoseok, Jin and Namjoon along with an unknown person in a sharp black suit and sunglasses on.
“Jeon. What on Earth are you doing here?”
“Needed to see if the living conditions were suitable enough for you, Sir. You mentioned Mr Namjoon as one of your new roommates so I found him in town.” This new guy explained, hands behind his back.
“More like you ambushed us!” Jin added, taking his shoes off.
“Shut your mouth, Jin. You got us into this mess in the first place.” Hoseok growled with a glare, shoving past him.
“Jeon, come in and eat. I doubt you’ve eaten at all today.” Jimin invited Jeon in.
“Much appreciated, Sir.”
“Jungkook, you’re off duty. No need to call me Sir outside of work. You did well today.” Jimin smiled, piling some noodles on a plate for ‘Jungkook’.
“Ugh, I haven’t had noodles for weeks.” Jungkook sighed contently.

After two hours, the boys went to bed and Jeon left to go back home again leaving me and Jimin the only two awake.
“Who is Jungkook?” I asked, staring at the ceiling of the lounge, thanking God silently that the door was shut.
“Why?”
“Just he called you ‘Sir’ and you said that only your significant other can call you Sir or Daddy.” I shrugged, a pang of jealousy coursing through my blood. He turned to me with a small smirk.
“Yoongs, he’s my body guard. Being rich comes with a lot of enemies. I was nearly killed when I was 8! Are you getting jealous, Yoong?”
“What? No.” I scoffed. I was getting jealous very easily.
“Mm, okay. So you wouldn’t mind if Jungkook was here and we kissed?” He asked with a small pout. I shook my head.
“What if I held his hand and you were there with us?” I shook my head again despite my jaw clenching.
“Okay. So if I started kissing the side of his jaw, you wouldn’t be affected?” He smirked, licking his bottom lip. I smiled before shaking my head.
“Alright, last one. If I kissed his jaw and gave him lovebites, hickeys, whatever you want to call them, and he began moaning and muttering my name, you wouldn’t mind?” He asked with a seductive look on his face.
“It’s up to you. Your relationship is your relationship.”
“I see. What if I did that to you? Would you mind?” He whispered seductively, his lips brushing the top of my ears.
“Not at all.” I smiled, moving closer and admiring his soft and plump lips.

A/N - idk this is shit lmao. comment, vote, do all that shit. question: DID YOU EVEN SEE THE CONCEPT PHOTOSHOOT AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD LOOKING KIM NAMJOON IS?! LOOK AT THAT SHIT!!