Who Knew // YoonMin

🎤 9.1

~ Yoongi's POV ~

My head is now resting in my hands. It's killing me. Just like that, last night's memories come crashing back to me. Thank goodness!

Jimin. The rap battle. Namjoon hugging me and J-Hope handing me shots. And then... the kiss.
Fuck, my whole body is tingling from the excitement triggered by the memory. But how... and why?

JM: "Hyung!"

Jimin is almost shouting now. I look up to find his scared puppy eyes and I smile apologetically, confused and sorry for my behavior.

Y: "Sorry, Jiminie. I just... my head is killing me."

He nods, and his facial expression slowly changes into a concerned one. It is concern that I see, isn't it? 

Y: "Yah, stop looking like you regret it."

He blinks at me, slowly withdrawing his hand from my back.

JM: "Do you remember last night?"

My whole body stiffens. What else is there to remember? I scratch my head, letting out a sigh before rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

Y: "Kind of... We went to the battles, I drank a lot and you kissed me. Shit, I seriously get hard just by thinking about it."

I let out an embarrassed laugh. He didn't need to know that. Shit, I'm just hopeless.

Y: "But... I don't remember how we got here... or how I lost my shirt."

I look up, smiling apologetically again. His eyes are widened and his cheeks flushed in a bright red color. He looks straight into my eyes, though. Woah. I would love to have as much self-confidence as he does. Then he nods and points to a little bundle of fabric on the ground.

JM: "You told me, you wanted to get out of there. I took you home with me 'cause you were stumbling a lot... well, we were."

A shy giggle escapes his beautiful mouth as he brushes through his hair. I, on the other hand, am kinda worried. I know, I can get a little aggressive when I'm drunk. 

Y: "Did I... did I do something that made you feel uncomfortable?"

His eyes widen again, shaking his head heavily.

JM: "NO! No, no."

A small blush appears on his chubby cheeks. He's so cute. How come he kissed me and even took me to his home? I mean.. I look like shit when I wake up, but he looks like a wrinkled version of a dumpling. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment... He's never seen me rap before... maybe he's just nice now because he actually regrets it? I mean, he said he was straight... Well, whatever, here we are, so let me be nice, too for once.

I let my fingers brush through his hair as he doesn't continue to explain. I smirk mischievously as a thought pops to my mind. 

Y: "Did you do something?"

His face lights up like a tomato. His eyes find mine and I remember this intense stare from last night. There is a moment of silent tension, before he slowly gets up before sitting back down on my lap. I can't move. I can't do anything but stare at him. He then pulls me in for a kiss. A deep kiss. Oh god, he knows how to make me want him. 

I immediately hold on to his waist, and a surprised groan leaves his lips as I pull him even closer. He breaks the kiss and looks at me.

JM: " Hyung, I..."

I search for any sign of discomfort in his eyes. All I see is confusion, confusion and lust. 

He's obviously thinking too much again.

Y: "What is it, petal?"