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

Chapter Seven.

🔞 MODERATE SMUT WARNING 🔞

The weeks dragged on with their endless monotony, Jimin and Jungkook exchanged the odd shy smile, but that was all, there were no further conversations, and his jock boyfriend didn't seem to ever leave his side for long.  Yoongi had been acting a little cold towards him Jimin thought, but had shrugged it off and told him to stop being such a girl when he pressed the issue.  Jimin had known this rough diamond for the most part of his life, and knew when something was awry, and it hurt him more than he'd like to admit that Yoongi wasn't letting him through his walls like he usually did.  

Jimin's mom and dad's shift patterns rarely clashed, but this week they had both been put on nights leaving jimin as the responsible adult of the house "so help me God" his dad had sighed.  His sisters had a bedtime curfew and wouldn't normally be a bother, hell they hardly conversed anyway.  Jaewon would be caught up in her k-dramas and Minsoo would be sound asleep by 8pm.  Jimin knew Yoongi had a rap battle that night as he'd told him about it weeks ago, before the semi cold shoulder.  He'd sneak out the house, see his best friend in action, and be back before anyone knew he was gone he decided.  

It was 10pm, dressed casual, Jimin locked the back door of the house quietly, seeing that his sisters bedroom light was off and the house was silent.  He scooted his old push bike out knowing he would get too and from the venue quicker this way.  It was an underground club on the outskirts of town, if you were underage you got a hand stamp on the door so the bar wouldn't serve you alcohol, but there was always a way around that Yoongi once bragged.  Chaining his bike up, he made it into the dark and smokey venue excitement starting to course through his veins.  Yoongi didn't know he was here, he'd sneaked out on a school night and the adrenaline of both pumped through his body in time with the loud music.  

Spotting namjoon, Jin and a guy he'd met once a long time ago named Hobi half shit faced at the bar, he settled back into a dark corner of the club so they wouldn't see him.  The compare announced the next battle as Suga and some guy named Goldie, rapper pseudeonyms Yoongie had once explained.  Yoongi strutted on stage with confidence, and it took Jimin a minute to take him in as he looked amazing.  His hair was styled differently with product, and he had eyeliner on giving him a sexy, dangerous edge.  His normal baggy clothes were tighter and ripped to show more flesh, with a stategic slash to his t-shirt showing off a glittering nipple piercing.  He wore a leather studded choker around his neck and Jimin blushed at the thought of his best friend oozing pure sex, causing a strange feeling deep in his pelvic area.  Jimin put it down to excitement, and the surprise of the persona his friend was emanating from the stage, shaking it off as being nothing more than that.

The battle was well underway and Yoong wiped the floor with the other rapper.  Derogatory slurs were thrown back and forth in clever rhyme, really nasty stuff.  Jimin stood with his mouth open at how talented his friend actually was, his tongue technology licking of hits and batting them back at his oponent like a fierce game of word play.  The crowd were going wild as 'Suga' landed his final blow, doing a mic drop at his adversary and bowing like a champion to the crowd.  Jimin found himself whooping and cheering with the rest as he'd never been so proud of his friend than in that moment. 

 He wanted to run upto him and envelope him in his arms so the whole world could see how much he loved him and that he was his.  He shook his head clawing himself back to reality, Yoongi wasn't his, not like that, he'd never thought of him like that, they were best friends and that was all.  Yes, that was all, he told himself, he liked Jungkook, the sweetest boy in school, the boy he wanted so desperately.  But Yoongi had taken him by surprise tonight, it was a side that he'd never seen before and it washed over him in a way he couldn't describe.