Touch Me Now

Three

Jimin sighed as he snuggled deeper into the plush blanket, a little giggle escaping his lips as he wiggled around, finding a more comfortable spot, his eyes still closed.

But they snapped open when a large arm snaked around his waist, pulling him flush up against a very strong, very muscular... very naked body. "Hmm, morning," a deep, male voice sounded right against his ear, pressing a soft kiss just beneath the shell. His mind still catching up to what was happening, he flushed as memories came flooding back... the beach... the car... the alley... the bathtub... the bed... Yoongi pressed a kiss against his neck and Jimin let out a small squeak, covering his face with his hands.

Yoongi chuckled before rolling away, sitting up on the side of the bed to pull on his boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. "Coffee?" he asked, glancing at the boy who nodded, still hiding his face.

He waited until the door clicked shut before throwing the blanket off, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up & ran a hand through his dishevelled, blonde hair. As his eyes slowly adjusted to being open, he glanced down, blushing at the sight of his own naked body. There was a clock on the bedside table, and his eyes widened when he saw it was past eight pm. Had they really spent the entire day in bed? It seemed strange that just that morning they'd been at the beach, so much had happened in just a few hours.

Leaning down, he scooped up his boxer shorts from the floor, tugging them on before finding a t-shirt that clearly belonged to Yoongi. Hesitating only briefly, he pulled it over his head, the soft material caressing his skin as it fell to the tops of his thighs. Fishing around on the floor, he located his phone, sighing in frustration when he realised it was flat. "Jimin," Yoongi called from the kitchen. "Coffee's ready." Standing, he took a deep breath before leaving the bedroom.

"Hey," he said, sliding onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar. "I don't suppose you have a phone charger I could borrow, right?"

"What sort?" Yoongi asked, placing a large mug of black coffee in front of the smaller boy, pushing forward the sugar and creamer. Jimin waved his flat iPhone in Yoongi's face, and the older male hummed as he took it from him and plugged it into a charging port at the other end of the breakfast bar. "So," Yoongi said. "I've been thinking."

"About what?" Jimin asked, spooning some sugar into his coffee.

"Were you serious last night, about wanting the boyfriend package?" Jimin looked up sharply, creamer spilling everywhere as his lips parted on a silent 'O'. "Shit," he muttered, jumping up as it spilled down his shirt. "Hold on," Yoongi said, disappearing for a moment.

Jimin carefully picked up the creamer jug and took it to the sink. Finding a roll of paper towels, he finished cleaning up the spill just as Yoongi came back, holding out a clean shirt. "Thanks," Jimin said, pulling the wet shirt off and slipping the new one on. "What?" he asked, noticing Yoongi was staring at him with a weird expression.

"Nothing," Yoongi blinked in surprise, as though awakening from a trance. "You look good in my shirt," he said, so quietly Jimin wouldn't have been sure he'd heard it, were it not for the tell-tale blush that flooded the older male's face. "Thanks," Jimin beamed at him, his eyes almost disappearing. "It's really comfortable, and it smells good, too."

"Right," Yoongi cleared his throat, looking away. "Well, let's sit down, yeah? We have some, uh, things to discuss."

Jimin grabbed his coffee from the bench and followed Yoongi over to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, he folded his legs beneath him, sipping his coffee as he eyed a white folder sitting on the coffee table. "What is this?" He asked when Yoongi handed it to him, a second, identical folder in his hands. "It's a contract," Yoongi replied, taking a seat on the couch beside Jimin. "Don't worry," he added, seeing the look on Jimin's face. "It's nothing scary, just a few ground rules."