Scandalous: A Yoonmin Fic

Chapter 25

 Jimin spun and fell to one knee as the last notes of music died out. Heavy pants filled the empty studio as the dancer dropped his head onto his raised knee. He relished the burn in his muscles and lungs, the rush of endorphins in his blood, and the rapid thumping of his heart. He loved the feeling he got from dancing.

 Once he caught his breath, Jimin stood and walked to the bench that held his bag. He grasped the back of his shirt and pulled the drenched fabric off his body, allowing the air to cool his heated skin. Reaching for his bottle of water, he heard the click of the door and glanced up, watching the door through the mirror covered wall. He grinned as he saw a certain blonde head poke in, gummy smile on display.

"Hey baby," he breathed before lifting the bottle to his lips.

 Yoongi stepped into the room, making sure the door was closed and locked before walking in Jimin's direction. He watched as the dancer took a deep pull from his water, freezing when he noticed a fat, single bead of sweat slide from Jimin's hairline, down his neck and between his shoulder blades to follow the curve of his spine, disappearing into the waistband of his black track pants.

 Until now, he never realized how sexy it could be to watch sweat drip down someone's back. He swallowed, trying to relieve the desert in his throat. Only grasping how futile his attempt was as the dryness returned when Jimin reached for a towel. The play of muscles under the glistening honeyed skin brought a wave of inappropriate thoughts and images to his mind.

"Babe? Are you alright?" Jimin asked as he wiped the moisture from his brow.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about how I'd gladly lick the sweat from your body." He responded calmly, yet hungrily eyeing the towel as it moved across his angel's toned chest.

 The bold statement caused the mochi to choke before bending into a fit of laughter. The laughter was cut short when his back was pushed against the mirrored wall and Yoongi crashed his lips upon Jimin's. Their mouths moved together in a sizzling harmony, pulling a sultry moan from Jimin's throat. The sound snapped the rapper out of his daze and he blinked to refocus. He then swiped his thumb across the plump bottom lip when a disappointed whine was heard.

"None of that. It's too risky for anything more."

 Jimin agreed, but that didn't stop him from pouting. They haven't had any significant contact since Daegu. Of course, there had been stolen kisses and lingering glances, brief touches and whispered words, which only upped the tension between the two. He ached for some intimacy with his prince, but their schedules wouldn't allow it.

"Trust me, Angel. I know." Yoongi groaned out when he saw the fire burning in Jimin's eyes. "I'm just as frustrated as you are."

"So what are we supposed to do then?"

"There's always porn." Yoongi quipped.

"Ugh, I'd rather not," Jimin scrunched his face. "Porn's never really done anything for me. Aside from watching for research purposes."

"Watching porn as research? Now that's funny," Yoongi snickered.

"Whatever. You didn't have any complaints." Jimin retorted.

"What?" The rapper choked out.

"What, I didn't say anything." Jimin said as he looked around the room comically.

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"I have an idea," Yoongi paused, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "We could always make a porn of our own. Ya know, for those 'dry' times."

"Abso-fucking-lutely not. Nope. No way."

"Aww, Angel, why not? It'd be fun."

"It may be fun, but if and only if, we were to do something like that, how could we be sure no one else would ever see it? Our phones, tablets, and laptops could be hacked, stolen or lost at anytime and guess what? Hmm? If someone found our sex tape on one of them? It would be uploaded for the world to see and we can kiss our careers goodbye." Jimin said, dead serious.