Touch Me Now

Two

"Didn't think I'd hear from you again," Yoongi said flatly as he opened the door. "I didn't think you would either," Jimin answered, offering him a small smile as the older male stepped aside and let him into the penthouse. "Would you like a drink?" Yoongi asked over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen.

"Sure," Jimin called out, carefully closing the door and shrugging off his jacket.

It'd been a few weeks since he'd hired the escort to take his virginity, yet somehow, his nerves hadn't decreased like he'd assumed they would. He still had so much to learn, so many things he wanted to experience.

One step at a time, Jimin, he told himself as Yoongi came back.

"Thanks," he mumbled, taking the beer from Yoongi's outstretched hand before taking a seat on the couch. Yoongi started to sit next to him, but then seemed to think better of it, moving to the single armchair instead, crossing his legs as he swallowed a mouthful from his bottle.

He was dressed in a pair of soft, faded, ripped blue jeans that showed off his pale knees and a plain, black t-shirt. His silver hair had faded, leaving it with a strange, greyish tint that reminded Jimin of his grandfather's hair.

Yet, somehow, he was still inexplicably hot. Just being in the same room as him had Jimin warm, reaching up to tug lightly at the collar of his own white t-shirt when he thought the elder wasn't looking.

"So," Yoongi ventured after the silence had stretched into uncomfortableness. "What are you looking for this time?"

"H-huh?" Jimin stammered, glancing up to see his impassive face.

"Well, you're obviously here for a reason," Yoongi said, lifting the bottle to his lips once more. "So, tell me, Park Jimin," he put the bottle down on the small coffee table and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together in front of his face. "You've lost your virginity, that was what you paid for me. So, what else do you need?"

"I-I just thought I could, you know, learn a few things," Jimin said, his face flushing as Yoongi raised his eyebrows in silent understanding.

"Alright," he smirked, leaning back and picking up his beer bottle. "I think I can help you with that."

Jimin swallowed hard as the older male stood up, moving to sit beside him on the large sofa, his arm slung carelessly behind Jimin on the back of the chair, so close to him, yet not touching. He could see him watching him from his peripheral vision and shifted a little uncomfortably, focusing on his beer with renewed interest.

"Are you nervous?" Yoongi asked, and Jimin almost choked on his beer as he turned to him, eyes wide. He knew it was a mistake as soon as he did it. Yoongi's face was far too close to his, his breath scented with beer and an underlying hint of a spirit, mixed with mint.

"N-nervous?" he asked, swallowing hard. Unable to continue to look the escort in the eyes, he looked away as he shifted a little on the couch, wiping his free hand on his own ripped jeans, picking at a loose thread. "W-why would I be nervous? We've done this before, r-remember?"

He could feel Yoongi watching him, could feel his eyes burning a hole right through him, and it made him feel small. Vulnerable. He wasn't sure if he liked it.

"I thought," Jimin licked his lips, still not looking at the older man. "T-that maybe we could practice kissing?"

"Kissing?" Yoongi repeated, and Jimin could hear the smirk in his voice, his face flushing as he knew the escort was laughing at him.

"M-making o-out," he clarified, swallowing hard.

"Hmm," Yoongi made a non-committal sound in his throat but didn't actually reply.