reset ; ym

More than three years but a little bit less earlier

I'm sorry, I know I said I would upload a lot faster than I did now, please don't be mad at me!

But thank you so so much for the lovely comments on the last chapter <3

Also, if you expect porn here, sorry to disappoint you lol. This is probably the fluffiest smut I've ever written, it even beats come home (okay maybe not but kind of).

(Quick sidenote: as I was proofreading this, I Can't Make You Love Me by Dave Thomas Junior came on and it almost made me cry. I never cry reading my own stuff, so if you want some more emotion go ahead and put that song on, I attached it to the chapter. It kind of fits the mood, and it fits the book I guess, idk, it's sad)

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Yoongi's room was dark; he had shut the blinds a while ago and only a little bit of light fell through them and illuminated the room.
Jimin could barely see Yoongi's face, but he could feel him on top of him, could feel his hot breath against his neck and his lips on his skin.
Somewhere outside, cars were driving down the busy roads of Seoul, but Yoongi's breathing right next to his ear was so much louder and so beautiful.
Jimin wrapped his legs around Yoongi's waist to hold him as close as possible.

"Jimin-ah..." Yoongi mumbled and kissed him passionately. Jimin's hands ran through Yoongi's dark hair, tugged at the strands, then wandered down to the elder's shirt. His right hand slipped underneath the fabric and Yoongi shivered at the cold touch.
"Hyung..." Jimin breathed, "Please, take it off..."
Yoongi complied immediately. He threw his shirt somewhere on the floor, then he turned back to Jimin and kissed him again.

They had been going like this for a while now, ever since Jimin had brought the topic of sex up earlier. Part of Jimin thought it was kind of pathetic of him to be so desperate and immediately start a hot make-out session with Yoongi right after, but then again, he felt ready now, ready to give his everything to Yoongi, and Yoongi seemed eager to take it, so why not?

It wasn't long until Yoongi started grinding against Jimin; it was nothing new, yet Jimin felt the difference their conversation had made. Yoongi's movements were a bit more hesitant than usually as both men knew that this could easily become more now.

Yoongi kissed down to Jimin's neck and to his collarbone and ran his tongue across the skin there. His teeth graced the sensitive skin on Jimin's neck and he sucked shortly, but not long enough to actually leave a mark.
Jimin's hands held onto Yoongi's arms, his fingernails scratching him lightly.
"Baby," Yoongi breathed and Jimin shivered, "Jiminie."

"Huh?"

"Mind taking this off?" He tugged at the hem of the hoodie Jimin was wearing. Well, technically Yoongi's hoodie. Jimin chuckled.
"If it annoys you so much, get rid of it yourself," he teased and caught Yoongi rolling his eyes before sitting up and pulling Jimin with him. Jimin grinned.
"It annoys me as much as you do," Yoongi grumbled which made Jimin laugh, throwing his head back.
"Then get rid of me as well," he joked, and, really, it was only a dumb joke. Still, when Yoongi's head shot up and he looked at him, his eyes were filled with hurt.

"Don't say that," he mumbled and leaned forward, so fast his mouth clashed with Jimin's rather ungracefully. He pressed a long, hard kiss against Jimin's lips, then he broke away but didn't move away very far. His lips were still almost touching Jimin's as he spoke.
"I could never."

Jimin could just hungrily stare down at Yoongi's lips, his own parted. When Yoongi kissed him again, he kissed back so passionately, a muffled noise escaped his throat.

Yoongi grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled it up quickly. He interrupted their kiss only to take the hoodie off and throw it away, too, then he was kissing Jimin again and pushing him down.