Ocean's Deep √ yoonmin √

Chapter 7

Chapter 7; It's Springtime

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"My Prince, please calm down. It's okay, really."

"So you heard everything?"

"Correct."

"Holy shit. You heard me have sex?" Yoongi said, only adding to the pile of questions that now overwhelmed Jimin.

"Y-Yes, my Prince," Jimin said, turning his head to the side to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Seunggi had come upstairs once during the night, when the banquet was finally over, to ask whether Yoongi was alright. Jimin had to hide in the bathroom with Yoongi as he told his father to go away. 'I've gotten the shits because of that damn Pressure-Cooked Sun Kid, father. I told you already,' Yoongi had said, a fond smile on his lips as he watched Jimin's poor attempt at containing his giggles.

Now they were in Yoongi's room, laying on the bed again, with Yoongi beneath the sheets while Jimin sat up beside him. Hyuk was right outside of the door, probably listening to the countless questions Yoongi kept asking the younger, but he didn't care– not when the most perfect boy was next to him, cheeks red, smelling of flowers and clean water as he lit up the room.

"Don't get shy now, flower boy," Yoongi said, voice deep and raspy. It was quite late, and both boys were growing tired.

"I-I'm not. I just–"

"You just what?"

"I just didn't think you had a Sir kink, is all–" But Jimin's speech was cut short by Yoongi's big hand on his mouth, face a crimson red color as he heard Hyuk snickering outside the door.

"Quiet..! Hyuk doesn't need to know that," Yoongi huffed, his hand finally lowering from Jimin's face. Jimin just nodded along.

There was a long pause, maybe ten minutes before the little flower boy broke the silence.

"Is it fun?" He asked, his bright, multicolored eyes blinking at Yoongi.

Yoongi was dozing off, so he only opened his eyes slightly to look at the younger boy, "Is what fun?"

"Sexual intercourse," Jimin said nonchalantly, and Yoongi immediately choked on his spit because damn he didn't expect that.

"First off; why do you call it that? It's weird. And yes, it is fun. Why do you ask? Are you a virgin or something?" Yoongi said, holding in a chuckle as if not to make fun of the smaller boy.

"Well, my Prince–"

"Yoongi. Call me Yoongi," The Prince interrupted, feeling the need to clarify that sheen layer of trust that they had gained with each other.

"Of c-course, Yoongi. Um, this is my first time in a human body, or any animal, for that matter. Therefore, I have not had the chance to take part in sexual intercourse whatsoever," The flower boy said, seemingly embarrassed, yet proud of his stance.

"Oh," Yoongi said, realizing the truth in Jimin's words, "S-Sorry... Now I just feel dumb," He continued, letting out a small laugh with his words, raking a hand through his black hair and throwing himself back onto his pillow.

"It's okay, Y-Yoongi, you're not dumb," Jimin said, trying to comfort the older. Yoongi just turned to look at him, an adoring smile stitching on his lips. He reached a hand out to touch the flower's white hair. It was fluffy, and pretty, and magical, with all sorts of leaves and stems growing out of it.

"No–!" Jimin said to the Prince when his fingers tried to brush through his hair, startling him, "Um. I-I don't like people touching me. That's all," Jimin said, confusing Yoongi further because weren't they just talking about sexual intercourse? He decided that he didn't wanna push it.

"Alright. That's fine. I– um, where would you like to sleep?" The Prince mumbled, rubbing at his eyes in tiredness while trying to ignore the flower boy's previous strange behavior, "You can sleep here if you'd like, I can go to the guest room next door–"

"With you. I wish to sleep with you," The flower said suddenly, and it would've been heartwarming if Yoongi weren't so dirty-minded.

"Oh, um. Yeah. Okay, just– uh. I guess I'll move over then," Yoongi said, moving from the center of the bed towards the left-hand side, leaving a big space for Jimin to get under the covers, but he remained there, "Didn't you want to say you wanted to sleep here?"

"Of course I do, my– Yoongi. I mean Yoongi. B-But I am unsure of what I am supposed to do with this piece of cloth," Jimin said, pointing at the covers, leaving Yoongi dumbfounded once again.

"It's a duvet. A blanket to cover yourself with," The Prince tried to explain to the best of his abilities, but to no avail.

"What would I need that for?" The flower boy said, tilting his head to the side cutely, genuinely confused.

"Well, so you don't get cold in the middle of the night."

"My Prince, it's Springtime. I can assure you, you will not get cold," The flower said, and for once, Yoongi thought, he said something reasonable. The whole time that Jimin had been there he'd only been talking about magic, and the ocean, and how he heard everything that went on in Yoongi's room. It was a bit confusing, to be honest, so it felt like a breath of fresh air to have a conversation that didn't involve crazy things and magic. Even if it was a small and stupid conversation, such as this one.

Yoongi let out a chuckle, "You're right," He said, taking a hold of the duvet covers and flinging them from the tall bed to the floor, revealing his black, silk nightwear.

Jimin gave him a small smile as he laid down next to Yoongi, a big space still remaining between them, seeing as the Prince's bed was quite big. Jimin sighed a long breath of relief when he finally rested his head against the pillow, instantly closing his big eyes as Yoongi did the same. It's tiring to transform from a flower to a human being, you know?

Suddenly, a shiver made its way down Yoongi's spine, he hated the cold.

This was gonna be a long night.

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A/N

I love jimin in this. He's adorable. Thank you for reading 💖