lonely || yoonmin

12

jimin ignored the words yoongi spewed in his mind.

he tried to calm himself down, sipping the water seokjin had handed him. yoongi sure knew how to get under his skin. he shook his thoughts away and stared back at the people before him. they were like a little family... except for the fact that all three of them regularly had sex.

jimin definitely didn't want to think about that.

"is there any way we can make you more comfortable?" jin asked in concern.

"no, no, everything's as comfortable as it can be! i'm just, uh, a little worried about the work i might be behind on. i never know what needs to be done next!" he answered, fake laughing.

"yes, yes, that's right," namjoon nodded. "but there's no need to worry. yoongi has just told me that you won't be needing to do any work until next week. such good news!"

jimin's heart stopped. he knew there was more than what meets the eye. yoongi was a businessman, and he was a demon. if there was anyone who could come up with a double sided scheme, it was yoongi. what was that man up to? "right! great news!"

"well, i had some exciting things planned for today," jungkook said, "so why don't we get started?"

"let's," jimin chuckled nervously. really, what had he gotten into?

————

jimin groaned as he fell back onto his bed. the kims were definitely a lot nicer than he'd expected, but they were a very active bunch. too active.

jimin was out of breath just thinking about it.

'did you enjoy your stay?' yoongi asked, his voice laced with mischief.

"it wasn't that bad," was all jimin could say.

'that's all? no 'i'm relieved?''

"oh i'm definitely not relieved. they made me exercise, yoongi! exercise! they literally made me do the insanity work out! i bet jungkook could tear me apart with his bare hands. he does this work out five days a week! they all do!" jimin rambled.

'then, i guess you'd better rest up, jimin. you have the weekend to rest.'

the weekend. what was yoongi going to do? what was he up to?

"i guess i should. i'll see you, mr min," jimin said, warily.

'rest well, mr park."

jimin sat up. he shook his head. he knew there was a bigger picture, and he just needed to figure it out. what was yoongi up to? would he... break into his house again?

in the end, it didn't matter. his being was literally owned by yoongi, so his usual liberties were completely tossed out the window anyway.

jimin sighed, lying back down and rolling over. his mind wandered and he couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex. it was forever ago. with all that talking about sex and yoongi sexually frustrating him, jimin couldn't help but let his hand wander down to his waistband.

<smut warning>

jimin undid his belt buckle and slid his hand underneath, pushing his pants down and pulling his dick out. he sighed in content as the cool air finally hit him. heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as he lost sense of reality, stroking his cock up and down.

the feeling started small. it was like a smoldering flame that eventually grew bigger and bigger until jimin was bucking his hips into his fist. he head was thrown back as he imagined someone else's hands doing the work for him.

his mind couldn't help but wander to yoongi. for a moment he almost felt disgusted, but he was too entranced by his lust to care.

he continued to flick his wrist, imagining it was yoongi holding him down and stroking it for him. flicking his wrist, kissing and biting and moaning over top of him.

he imagined the grinding and teeth clashing and all the push and pull. the thrusting and mess they would make with all the wet kisses. it was enough to make his legs shake as he cried out, the stimulation beginning to reach its peak— he was beginning to reach his peak.

he bucked his hips a couple more times and he was cumming hard. it spurted from the tip of his cock and ran down the sides, sending chills down his spine and finally giving his libido some rest.

he exhaled, letting his body go slack as his cock softened. just as he was about to drift off, his heart pounded. he just jerked off to min yoongi... his boss.

<smut end>

jimin placed his head in his clean hand and groaned. he wasn't supposed to think about yoongi that way. his life was doing a total backflip. why did he always have to go and ruin everything?

then another thought came along: yoongi can feel what jimin feels. that means he was feeling the insanity workout pain and he definitely felt what jimin just did. could he hear his thoughts, too? what would happen this coming weekend?

jimin had too many questions but he knew they wouldn't be answered. he was just hurting himself by thinking so hard. deciding to relax, he pushed himself out of his bed and made his way to the shower to get a needed wash.

quickly, he washed himself up and dried off, speeding back to his room and tucking himself in.

and then he passed out.

opening his eyes, jimin saw himself in a black room. "hello?" he called out.

from behind him, a familiar voice spoke. "hello, mr park. you've been very naughty."

jimin froze as yoongi spun around him, holding his chin in between his two fingers. "w-what?"

"you know exactly what you did, baby. wake up, jimin," yoongi said, his face contorting to a terrifyingly wide smile. "wake up before the others come. wake up!"

"jimin, get up!" taehyung's voice roared.

jimin shot up, sweat glistening against his skin. "what?"

"jimin, god, i thought you died or something. wouldn't wanna see you in heaven just yet."

jimin quirked an eyebrow, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart.

taehyung laughed, "jokes, jokes."

"why are you in my apartment, tae?" jimin groaned.

"well, uhm. i wanted to tell you something... and it couldn't wait."