In His House | COMPLETED

39. As long as we're together

Almost 3,000 words. Wow. why though?

Using the chilly weather as an excuse, Yoongi and Jimin spent most of their evenings cuddled up on the couch watching Netflix. Weeks had passed since that first date and, for the first time in years, everything was falling into place. Everything felt right.

They had gotten used to spending almost every night together being each other's company even when Yoongi had papers to check and Jimin had lots of homework. Sometimes Yoongi helped Jimin with things the younger couldn't understand, but Jimin just pretended just to see a serious Yoongi explaining him in professor mode. Jimin loved that.

There were very rare times in which each of them was in their respective bedrooms, doing stuff they liked to do alone, but it didn't feel wrong. It actually felt really good to know that they gave each other their space when they needed to. They knew they didn't have to be together all the time. Nevertheless, they couldn't help kissing, cuddling or fucking each other at least seven times a day. They were all lovey dovey.

That evening was one of the times in which Yoongi was in his studio/study. It was a nice mixture of both. Sometimes he made music, and some others he was reading books. Jimin was working out on his room with lame YouTube routines since he didn't go to the gym with Jungkook anymore, for obvious reasons. When he finished his routine, he took his shirt off, dried his body with a towel, and went to grab a glass of water to the kitchen, noticing Yoongi wasn't there.

"Maybe he's in his room." Jimin finished his water and went straight to Yoongi's room. They had gotten so comfortable to open each other's room without knocking. He saw he wasn't on his bed as he had expected, but soon realized the studio lights on. He walked there to see Yoongi laying on the couch, his hand grabbing a book right in front of his face.

Jimin smiled, looking at him wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. He had been dressing more comfy ever since that day Jimin found out his walk-in closet with unused clothes.

"Of course you'd be reading." Jimin spoke and laughed when Yoongi was startled by his voice and dropped his book right on his face.

"Oh, my God! You scared me." Yoongi sat up, marking the page where he left and put the book on his desk. He looked at Jimin's beautiful, blushed face. He knew he must have been working out. He tried really hard not to stare at his naked torso.

Jimin had been wearing very few garments lately for Yoongi's delight but also hell since he wanted to pound into the boy every five seconds. His exhibitionism always made Yoongi's mouth go dry.

"I'm sorry." Jimin giggled and walked slowly to where he was.

Honestly, Jimin wasn't trying to get on Yoongi's pants that night, he just went to talk to him because now he enjoyed chats with the elder. Besides, talking to him was a good way to wait until his body cooled down from the workout, so he would take a shower later.

Unknown to Jimin, his body wasn't going to cool down anytime soon.

"Are you reading erotica?" Jimin joked, leaning on the edge of the desk, right in front of Yoongi's sitting figure.

Yoongi's ears turned red. "No! I already told you I don't read that anymore." Jimin laughed at Yoongi's embarrassment. "I think you won't stop teasing me about that shelve."

"Nope. I won't." Jimin smiled and then looked at the corner of the room as Yoongi explained to him that he was reading a book about politics and other stuff Jimin wasn't paying attention to.

Yoongi quickly noticed Jimin was not listening and he followed his gaze. He was looking at the piano in the corner.

"Can you play?" Jimin asked, intrigued.