We're Way Too Different

Episode 28

''Jimin!'' Yoongi yells as he chases the younger down the halls of the house. Jimin stole the last piece of chicken in the box. Yoongi had called dibs on the piece, and he turned his back one second to get a drink from the kitchen and when he turns around, Jimin was sneaking his hand in the box, sneaking it out. 

''Aish!'' Yoongi shouts at him. Being caught red-handed, Jimin bolts out of the living room with the box still filled with the one piece. Yoongi chases him down and makes his way after him and into the bedroom. ''I called dibs on that Jimin.'' He looks at him, stopping in his tracks, as he stares at Jimin who stood by the bed, on edge, and ready to run. 

''And I'm calling dibs on it now.'' He smirks.

''Park Jimin, if you touch my food, I will murder you.'' Yoongi threatens. There's a lot of things Yoongi doesn't tolerate - Having his feelings played with, being forced, being disrespected, and lastly, having his food messed with.

''You wanna bet?'' Jimin asks, putting his hand in the box and almost touching the piece. 

''Jimin, I swear to god.'' He says in a low tone. Jimin pulls it out and takes a bite. ''Yeah, I'm gonna kill you.'' He lunges at the younger, tackling him on the bed. They wrestle for it, until Jimin gives, up not being able to take the tickling and the pressure being applied on his legs and arms. 

''Okay! I give up. Here.'' He holds up the piece in front of his mouth, and he takes a bite. 

''You shouldn't have done that. I don't play with my food.'' Yoongi looks down at him, chewing and swallowing. 

''Ahuh.'' Jimin laughs as he catches his breath. After a few seconds he lay there, the bones had fallen back into the open box on the floor. They stare at each other, and Yoongi leans down, slowly kissing the younger. Their lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle, and the best part, they can't get enough of how each other tastes. 

Yoongi is addicted, and Jimin melts at the slight contact from his boyfriend. No one could come close to topping what they have with each other. Yoongi would search to the ends of the earth, and wouldn't find another drug as addictive as Jimin, not another scent as strong as his, nothing else that tastes better than he does, nothing smoother than his skin, and no flower prettier than him.

And Jimin, he wouldn't find anyone else that could make him melt as easy as Yoongi does, no one else that makes him feel all emotions at once the way Yoongi does, he wouldn't find anyone else that makes him fall in love all over again with just one stare. Not even if he looked high and low.

For the first time in a while, the kiss was not rushed. Yoongi's hand is cupping Jimin's face, and he could stay like this with him all day. Jimin flips over, placing himself on top. Yoongi sits up, with the younger straddling him, the kiss never breaking. The room is silent, and all that can be heard is the slow breathing of the two. 

After what seems like forever, a forever that he could live with, Yoongi pulls away. He looks at Jimin, his hands still under the younger's shirt. He places his forehead with him, sighing in content. ''I missed you.'' He looks at Jimin.

''Well, now I'm here,'' Jimin responds smiling. 

''So, how was your time with Hye Na?'' Yoongi asks, as a joke to tease Jimin. 

''Ugh... Thanks for ruining a good ass moment!'' He pushes himself off of Yoongi and starts to head to the bathroom. 

''I'm joking! I'm joking.'' He chases after Jimin. 

''I don't care. You know I hate it when you do that.'' He yanks his hand from Yoongi's grip. 

''Alright, I get it. I won't do it again.'' 

Jimin stares at him, his frown slowly fading into his normal look. ''So do you plan on going to the wedding?'' Jimin asks. 

''I think it's mandatory. It's not an option for anyone who's invited to not show up.'' Yoongi explains. 

''True, then I need to go get a new suit. I haven't worn one since my college graduation.'' He tells Yoongi as he grabs his keys from the table. 

''I'm coming with you. I need one too.'' He follows Jimin.

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''Have you figured out what color you want to wear?'' Jimin asks Jin. Yoongi went to work, and Jimin decided to spend sometime back at the house. He hasn't seen Tae or Kookie, or Jin in a while. Apart from when he talked him out of the bathroom. 

''Color for what?''

''Your suit. Black or white?'' Jimin asks. 

''White!'' Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook say in unison. 

''Okay... Sheesh!'' Jin puts up his hands in defense.

''You look good in black. Like really good. But I think white makes you pop more.'' Taehyung explains.

''Definitely true. Plus Namjoon is going to wear Black and he's going to look like a menacing as Christian Grey with his gelled hair. Leave that to him.'' Jungkook adds in. 

''And finally, Black with Black. Wha is his, a funeral. We can't have both of you guys dressed like prison inmates.'' Jimin finishes. 

''Okay, I'll wear white.'' He agrees. 

''Great, but not just any kind of suit. It has to be flattering and a nice vibrant white. Not an off white or anything like that.'' Jimin continues. 

''I could've sworn that I just agreed to wear white. We'll go to the shop and look at their custom catalog.'' He explains. 

''You haven't even started looking?'' Taehyung asks. 

''Is that bad?'' Jin looks at him. 

''You were up Namjoon's ass a few days ago because he was doing things last minute about the whole wedding. And now look at you. Nothing to wear.'' Jungkook laughs. 

''Does he even know?'' Jimin asks already knowing the answer to it. 

''No...'' He trails on. The three stares at him with a ''why not?'' look.

Jin debates on should he tell the people he's closet to the one thing that is making him slightly scared to dive deep into this wedding.