In His House | COMPLETED

9. Tipsy

Sorry if it has typos (again).

Both men were remembering that memory. They knew it because the living room was left completely quiet.

"Pathetic." Jimin's soft voice was heard after an eternity and he drank even more.

"What's pathetic?" Yoongi drank too, feeling guilty when he remembered their past story.

"Me. You said it and nothing has changed, so I bet you still think I'm pathetic."

"You weren't pathetic. I was an ass when I said that, and everything changed, we both changed." Yoongi muttered. "D-did you become a quiet boy because of all the bullshit that I told you that night?" He finally asked. He'd been wondering that, hoping the blond would say no, but Jimin just started crying softly. And then Yoongi knew. Jimin had changed that much and turned into this introverted boy that couldn't speak to him without stuttering a little. It was his fault that he had no friends now because he made him insecure.

Jimin kept crying and mumbling something that sounded like "pathetic", several times. Yoongi couldn't stand watching him like that, so he got closer until their faces were centimeters away. Yoongi wiped Jimin tears off just like that night, but this time the touch was warmer and slower because Yoongi was feeling truly sorry.

"Don't cry, boy." Yoongi whispered in a deep voice that soothed Jimin. The latter looked up at Yoongi's face and Yoongi looked straight to Jimin lips, which were always plump, but this time they looked more appetizing because he had been crying and they were red and swollen. Jimin didn't apart his gaze, and got to see Yoongi finally loosening his tie which sent shivers through Jimin's little body. After that insignificant action, Jimin stopped thinking straight.

The younger straddled Yoongi's lap, and in a swift move, he pressed their lips together. He thought that Yoongi would make him get off his lap and would insult him after kissing him, but Yoongi was surprisingly kissing back immediately. The kiss wasn't soft, it was hungry from both parts and Jimin thought he was dreaming. He had imagined that scene uncountable times for years and now he was finally meeting the only lips he ever craved for.

Yoongi was aware of what he was doing. He didn't think it too much, he just wanted to know how those plump lips felt and wanted to know how much Jimin wanted him. Through that kiss, Yoongi realized that Jimin wanted more, the younger kept nibbling his lower lip and instinctively started grinding in Yoongi's crotch. Yoongi didn't want to go that far, but the alcohol told him otherwise, and the way Jimin was moving numbed his thoughts. He just acted.

Yoongi's hand landed on Jimin's ass and he couldn't believe the boy had that thing hidden in his pants. His grip tightened and Jimin left a small whimper, he started moving his hips a little faster. The whimper didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi and he wanted to hear more of that sound. Yoongi stood up carrying Jimin and pinned him on the couch, placing his own body in the middle of the youngest legs. Their crotches were rubbing and both men were already hard. When Yoongi opened his eyes he saw the little boy underneath him, whimpering and moaning softly with his eyes closed and looking so tempting because of his swollen red lips that Yoongi wanted to bite. Then he saw his face. He really saw him.

It's a boy, Yoongi gulped down. What am I even doing? Yoongi's eyes traveled to their crotches and saw their bulges growing even more. His movements stopped and Jimin's eyes opened.

"I-I can't." Yoongi was feeling a little sober, so he stood up from the couch with a pale expression and Jimin stood right after him wrapping him with his arms.

"Please don't. Let me have this, just once." He begged in Yoongi's arms, but Yoongi's guilt was already consuming him.

"You already had it." And with that, he left to his room.

Jimin fight the urge to cry and went to his room too. He wrapped himself in his sheets and looked at his phone. 2:23 am. He tried to sleep to avoid the empty feeling in his heart with some sleep, but he couldn't even thought his body and mind were exhausted. In the other room Yoongi was doing exactly the same. Both buried their heads in their pillows and tried to calm their beating hearts and the anxious feeling they had.