Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Four

The Kimchi stew was really tasty, and Jimin's mom had worked her miracles, stretching the meal further than originally intended but still making it seem like plenty.  Yoongi wolfed down the dinner much to the amusement of Minsoo, Jimin's 8 year old, youngest sister and was subjected to the hormonal advances of teenage Jaewon.  "Yoongi hyung, you need to eat plenty", she'd preened "You can finish mine off if you like?" she'd shamefully blushed as Mr Park looked on annoyed leaving Mrs Park smirking.  "Thanks Kid" winked Yoongi as Jimin stifled a giggle, he loved seeing his usually acidic sibling spluttering like a stuffed pig and he wiggled his eyebrows at Yoongi earning himself  a kick on the shin by Jaewon.  "Thankyou for dinner Mrs Park" said Yoongi rising to help collect the dishes, "Jimin you can wash and I'll dry" he stated motioning for Jimin to follow him to the sink.  "Brown nose" Jimin muttered at him, but he was smiling at how his friend was comfortable and had been well fed, his guilt from earlier vanishing.  

Mr and Mrs Park retired to the lounge to watch  some cringe reality show, Minsoo and Jaewon disappeared to their shared room for homework leaving the two boys to their chores.  Jimin was feeling playful and squirted Yoongi with water from the sink causing Yoongi to twirl and flick the tea towel at him whipping him on his ample arse.  "Ow you fucker, that hurt" laughed Jimin soaking Yoongi through  by pouring a bowl full of water over his head.  Jimin knew he'd gone too far when Yoongi chased and tackled him to the floor and held his wrists down above his head.  They were laughing and gasping for breath, their faces close as Yoongi realised their position, Jimin's legs were spread wide and Yoongi was lying between them, their lower halves touching.  

Both boys had stopped smiling, but neither moved, continuing to stare into each others eyes, Yoongi felt himself blush and he quickly got up leaving Jimin lying on the floor confused as to what just happened.  To say Jimin was a bit clueless was an understatement, he thought he'd upset Yoongi by wetting him through and getting up off the floor he approached his best friend who had now busied himself with the last of the dishes in the sink hiding his embarrassment and the hard on he was sporting.

  Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist in a back hug and rested his head on his shoulder "sorry Yoong's" he whispered, "I've some spare clothes you can wear".   Jimin didn't realise how his actions were bitter sweet for his friend, he craved the physical contact of the boy he was in love with, yet each touch left him empty knowing that he wasn't really his, not in the sense he wanted him to be.  Yoongi collected his emotions, plastered on a grin and wet Jimin through with the same bowl of water, "psyche" he shouted as he ran off upto the bathroom.  

Yoongi let the water of the shower cascade over him, trying to forget what had just happened in the kitchen.  Had Jimin felt his erection?, seen his blush?  He shouldn't have agreed to stay he thought, tonight was going to be torture.  He began to wash his hair into a thick lather, letting the soap bubbles fall down his inked body, the shower felt so good and he started to relax.  He didn't usually enjoy showers, with the one at the trailer going stone cold after 2 minutes, so to bask in the warmth of the spray was bliss.  He didn't hear the bathroom door click open, or feel the other naked body climb into the shower behind him and almost jumped out of his skin when Jimin spoke up, teeth chattering. 

 "Move up Yoongi, I'm freezing waiting for your ass to finish" he said nudging him to the side a little.  "Jimin!" Yoongi choked "What the fuck?".  "Hey, I was cold" pouted Jimin, "and you were taking ages, I would have caught pneumonia if i'd waited any longer" he continued.  "Besides", he said grinning "It's nothing I ain't seen before" he laughed wiggling his eyebrows.  Yoongi exited the shower mumbling "perv", and told Jimin he'd be in his room nicking some of his clothes.