Just One Day

Part 8: What a Relief

When Jimin opened his bedroom door and saw Yoongi standing there, he threw himself into the older boy's arms with a cry.

'Hyung ...' sobbed Jimin. 'Oh, hyung.'

Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin and held him close. He walked his friend and lover into the room and kicked the door shut behind them. 

They kissed. It was a frantic kiss and passionate embrace as if they had been apart for weeks, not just hours. Lips, tongues, teeth mashed together, seeking and claiming; hands grasped, caressed and stroked.

'I love you, baby,' said Yoongi, his voice rough with desire. 'I love you. I'm in love with you. And I missed you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

Jimin drew back, fear suddenly washing over his delicate features. 'Wha--what are you sorry about? I mean--it's OK, isn't it? We're OK? Joon said--'

Yoongi held Jimin's face in his hand, 'Shhh ... yes, it's OK. What could be wrong when I have you? Jimin, will you forgive me for being an arsehole and a coward?'

Jimin planted a kiss in the centre of Yoongi's forehead. 'So long as you forgive me for not realising that you had good reason to be worried.' He suddenly smiled impishly. 'Hey, do you remember how I lost that game and was supposed to kiss you.'

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 'You're thinking of that now?' He chuckled, shaking his head. 'Those fucking guys. You lost but they decided to punish me ...'

'Aww ...' Jimin mock-pouted. 'You really saw it as a punishment, hyung?'

Yoongi leant his forehead against Jimin's. His voice dropped an octave: 'I was afraid ... that if you kissed me ... everyone would see my boner.' 

Jimin's eyes grew wide. 'You had--'

'I would have if you kissed me.' He giggled. 'I panicked.'

'I think it's called a gay panic.'

'Pfft.'

They kissed some more, holding hands until Yoongi released Jimin's and put his own under the hem of the latter's tshirt. 'Umm ... I want you, Park Jimin,' he whispered, moving his palms upwards to Jimin's chest.

Jimin said nothing at first, but his kiss left Yoongi in no doubt that he wanted his hyung right back. For good measure, his hands strayed to the waistband of Yoongi's jeans and he undid his jeans buttons, slowly and deliberately. 'I want you more, Min Yoongi.'

***

The group was going to have dinner together and it was Namjoon's treat. He had bought all the ingredients and Jin had cooked, with Namjoon as his assistant. They had been cooking all afternoon and as the hour of dinner drew near, the dorm was filled with delicious aromas. Soon, the other members wandered into the dining room where Jin and Namjoon had laid out all the food. 

'Oh wow,' said  Jungkook his mouth open in awe.

There was kimchi chigae, a super spicy stew with pickled vegeatbles; there was seollangtang, rich broth made from ox bones; there was chap chae, glass noodles with sweet potatoes; there was bulgogi, thinly sliced beef to be eaten wrapped in lettuce leaves with a generous dab of gochujang; and as a extra special treat, Jin had actually prepared mandoo, dumplings in anchovy broth, served with rice cakes. 

'OMG,' Taehyung clapped his paws and jumped up and down.

'It looks amazing,' said Hoseok. 

'Jin's pretty amazing,' said Namjoon and it was hard to tell whether it was he or the recipient of the compliment blushed a brighter red.