We're Way Too Different

Episode 17

Weeks have gone by, almost a month and a half, it's quiet. No letters from Damon, no suspicious black trucks parked outside of Jimin's house. No surprised ''ghost dad'' visits. 

Now although Jimin was done crying, seeing his dad again didn't exactly make him want to be friendly again. He stooped going over to Yoongi's house, barely was seen out of his room, barely talked when he was with the guys. 

Let's just say the tension in the room when he came around was thick. You could cut it with a 100-year-old dull butter knife. Everyone started walking on eggshells around him, watching what they say around him, it was... 

''Jimin-'' Taehyung knocks on the door. 

''What?'' He answered back in a biting tone. Tae walks into the room. He is laying down, the TV is on, serendipity playing in the background, while he scrolls on his phone. 

''When are you going to come down? You've been up here all day.'' 

''I'm sorry if I don't feel exactly social right now?'' He turns around and faces a walk in the room instead of Tae. 

''Fine, since I can't convince you, maybe he can.'' Tae walks out and Yoongi follows in after him, closing the door behind him. 

''If you're going to give the same speech, don't. It won't work.'' He says, still scrolling, not even bothering to look at his boyfriend. 

''I'm not here to give you a speech.'' Yoongi walks up to the side of the bed. 

''Then why are you here?'' 

''It's been weeks since your dad left, and you're weeping, wallowing in whatever emotions you're wallowing in.'' He points out. 

''And you said you're not here to give a speech...'' He stands up and walks over to the mirror. 

''I'm not.'' 

''Yet, I don't believe you.'' Jimin fixes his hair in the mirror. 

It's been weeks, and Yoongi has been ignored by Jimin. He hasn't spent any time at the house with him, no sex, so attention and it is driving him close to the edge. 

''Fuck...'' He whispers under his breath and walks over to the younger. He circles his arms around to embrace him, and places a small kiss on his collar bone and makes his way up to Jimin's ear. ''You've been avoiding me, and I don't like it.'' 

He turns Jimin around, picks him up, and place him on the dresser. ''I have been avoiding you for reasons.'' 

''Really?'' His hand slid under the hem of Jimin's sweatpants. ''Care to tell me?'' He asks, as his hand embraces his head, giving it a light squeeze. A whimper leaves the younger's mouth, as he can barely get his thoughts together. 

The younger grabs ahold of Yoongi's wrist, but he smacks it away. Yoongi gives him a slight stroke and Jimin grabs onto his shoulders, his bottom lip finding it's way in between his teeth. His hand movement speeds up, and Jimin's head falls back as he prepares himself, but Yoongi cuts it short and stops, taking his hand out of the younger's pants. 

A loud, and irritating moan comes from Jimin, and he looks at Yoongi who has a smirk plastered on his face. ''You haven't answered me Jiminie.'' 

''Why I've been avoiding you? I don't know to be honest. I just wasn't in the mood to socialize with anyone.'' He answers. 

''Then, let me fix that.'' Yoongi slips in between his legs once more, colliding their lips together and scooping the younger up and walking towards the bed. He descends towards Jimin's neck and collar bone, leaving hungry and burning love bites. They're bright, red, and noticeable. 

Jimin's shirt is lifted up, and the hickeys continue down to his V-line, and his breath gets caught up in his throat when he feels Yoongi's breath at the hem of his sweatpants. Close enough to his hardened member. 

Yoongi crawls back up to his lips and flips them over, putting Jimin on top. Jimin works quickly on undoing Yoongi's buckle while his lips never separate from his. Yoongi sits up, with Jimin straddling him, they strip each other of their clothes, and without a warning signal, Yoongi picks up a feathery Jimin by his hips... (We all know he's not feathery compared to Yoongi but... go with it) and slam him down onto his erection. A loud gasp erupts from the younger which gets swallowed in their kiss. After a few seconds, using his thighs to lift himself up, and slide back down, the feeling driving Yoongi insane. 

''It's been weeks'', he thinks to himself.  He's wanted Jimin, badly, under him, on top of him, just in his grip where he's vulnerable. ''Jimin...'' He moans against the younger's neck, sucking on the hickey he made earlier. 

''Fuck-'' Jimin lets out a whimper as his head falls in the crook of Yoongi's neck. His vulnerability taking over. 

Yoongi is the first, and the only person he's ever given himself to. And the way Yoongi makes him feel vulnerable but safe drives him fucking insane. 

Yoongi noticing his shift in momentum, and flip them over. Pinning his hands over his head and continuing his thrust. They're slow and full, each hitting Jimin's prostate on spot. 

Jimin's eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, he can feel his orgasm approaching, quickly. Yoongi is right behind, chasing his, closing in. Jimin's back makes a dangerous arch off of the bed, his legs tightening around Yoongi's torso, as his orgasm erupts out of him.  Strings and strings shoot out of him and his nails dig in Yoongi's flesh. 

''Jimin-ah...'' Yoongi grunts as he comes inside a panting Jimin, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He lets out a whimper as is insides become coated in warm fluid from Yoongi. He leans up and kisses Yoongi, their tongue wrestling with each other. It's a small fight, but Jimin moans in content as Yoongi gently brings a hand up to his neck, cutting his oxygen lightly, and winning their match. 

Yoongi pulls up, with a smirk, and there's a dangerous look in Jimin's eyes. He bites his lips and the fire left in his eyes after the kiss could kill any man who couldn't handle him. 

And Yoongi loved having to put out his fire every time.