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Neuf ❣️

Jimin chewed his lip as he wandered along the shoreline, the cool water lapping at his feet. The last rays of the setting sun cast a golden glow over the waves, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in thought.

It had been two days since he’d come out to the others. At first, the fear had gnawed at him—what if they saw him differently? What if things changed? But instead of judgment, he’d been met with warmth. Jin had cooed at him, Jungkook had smirked like he finally had an excuse to act like the older one, and everyone else had embraced him just the same.

"I'm a little," he whispered the words to himself again, but this time, they felt light. Natural. Right. And for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to say it.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the footsteps approaching until arms draped over his shoulders, pulling him against a familiar chest. He gasped, but the deep chuckle that followed made his pulse stutter.

"Hyung!" he whined, tilting his head to see Yoongi smirking at him.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" Yoongi murmured, his voice smooth, teasing.

Jimin sighed, leaning into his touch. "Bored."

Yoongi hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Wanna come to my room? I promise I’ll make your night a whole lot more interesting..."

Heat spread across Jimin’s cheeks as his breath hitched. The knowing look in Yoongi’s eyes made his stomach twist with anticipation.

"I'll make it fun for you, baby boy," Yoongi whispered, his lips grazing Jimin’s ear before biting down lightly. Jimin shivered, a quiet moan slipping out before he could stop it.

"Hyung~," he whined, but he barely had a moment to react before Yoongi swept him up into his arms effortlessly.

Jimin yelped, clinging to his shoulders as he buried his face against the older’s neck. People were staring, but Yoongi didn’t care—he never did.

With steady strides, he carried Jimin through the door of his bungalow, kicking it closed behind them. The second they were alone, Jimin barely had time to catch his breath before Yoongi tossed him onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath him. He bounced once before dissolving into giggles, the rush of it all making his heart race.

Yoongi smirked, crawling over him, caging him in with his arms. Their eyes met, the playful air between them shifting into something heavier, something electric.

"You’re so beautiful," Yoongi murmured, his fingers tracing Jimin’s cheek down to his jaw, his touch featherlight.

Jimin’s breath caught. He tangled his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, pulling him closer. "Says you."

Yoongi hummed, his fingers drifting lower, teasing over the dip of Jimin’s collarbone. "Will you make my night less boring, Hyung?" Jimin teased, his voice sweet yet laced with something more sinful.

Yoongi’s smirk deepened. "Oh, baby, I’ll do more than that."

His lips found Jimin’s—slow at first, teasing, tasting, but the moment Jimin whined, the older took control. He tilted Jimin’s chin up, deepening the kiss, swallowing the breathless sounds slipping past his lips.

Jimin melted beneath him, his fingers fisting Yoongi’s shirt, desperate to pull him closer. Yoongi’s hands roamed—gripping, teasing, exploring—every movement deliberate, making Jimin arch into his touch.

"You're impatient tonight, huh?" Yoongi chuckled against his lips.

Jimin pouted, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt. "Need you."

Yoongi laughed lowly, his breath warm against Jimin’s skin. "Then have me, baby."

Yoongi smiled slyly at the boys' enthusiasm. Jimin quickly removed his jeans and boxers and tried to unzip his hyung's trousers. Yet, in his rush, he was unable to unbutton them, causing Yoongi to chuckle.

"Darling, allow me," he laughed and took off his trousers. "Please, Daddy!" Jimin complained and sighed while he encircled the older's neck, directing them both to settle on the bed, with him positioned beneath his hyung.

"With pleasure," Yoongi responded, and without further ado, he charged at the boy with no warning whatsoever. Jimin was being naggy, so Yoongi chose to go along and penetrate his little one with no prep or warning, Jimin groaned in agony, but intertwined with it was pleasure; he had requested it, and he ultimately received it.

He intertwined his fingers in Yoongi's hair and drew him nearer for a kiss. Yoongi consumed Jimin's moans while he kept kissing the younger man.

After pushing for a while, Yoongi withdrew. Breathless, Jimin glanced at him, and Yoongi reclined on the bed.

"Come over here," he said, grasping Jimin's arm and bringing the boy onto him. Jimin comprehended and led the olders cock back in once again, the sensation causing both to moan.

Jimin rolled his hips with pleasure as he neared his release.When Yoongi sensed he was nearing his climax, he switched their positions again and thrust into the boy, causing him to grunt and moan.

He nipped at his hand as they both approached their climax. "I'm comming hyung~ ah!" Jimin groaned, gripping his own hair with one hand. "Ah~Hyung!" And he came right there painting  their stomachs with clear fluid of pleasure. Yoongi mirrored the action, letting go of his release deep within the boy.