Churchboy ~ Yoonmin

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V I D E O G A M E S

Jimin and Yoongi were currently in Yoongi's bedroom fighting over which game they were going to pick.

„ Oh fuck off, overwatch is sooo much better!" Yoongi exaggerated with so much passion and conviction in his deep husky voice that it was almost believable

" Don't curse! Besides it doesn't matter what you say Mariokart will always be the winner" Jimin refuted with just as much power in his tone, eager to win the discussion

" Alright, you know I can't resist your pleas. We may play mariokart first but only cause you're my guest.

Jimin smirked in victory as Yoongi stood up to put the cd in. Then he rejoined the other on his king sized bed, positioning himself dangerously close to the smaller male. Some would say too close even, invading his personal bubble. Normally Jimin would start panicking and move away, being scared of what would happen if someone was to walk in. But now, he didn't mind, on the contrary he enjoyed the lack of space.
He loved the way their knees were touching and from time to time, their arms would brush against each other. The skin contact made him feel all warm and giddy on the inside. His stomach filled with butterflies whenever Yoongi leaned against him to control his car, instead of just turning the remote.

Jimin choose to just ignore the pitter-patter rate of his heartbeat and label the sudden outburst of emotions as happiness . He was just happy to spend time with his new friend. Sure.
Yet something about classifying Yoongi as a friend irked Jimin. He couldn't quite put a finger on what bothered him about it, it just did.

Yoongi wore a gummy smile throughout the whole game and Jimin kept giggling whenever he sped past the other's car.
In the last round Jimin managed to outpace the other and won the game easily. He trug his hands in the air and laughed in victory but then he felt a hand on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, squeezing and rubbing the meat. Jimin's shoulders stiffened, not expecting the sudden touch.

" M'glad you won this round darling. This way, beating you in the next round will be even more satisfying." Yoongi rasped into the other males ear. " You look awfully pale and you shoulders seem stiff. Let me give you a massage" he offered and started positioning himself behind Jimin's back, before the younger could even protest.

Jimin felt Yoongi's long, strong fingers press between his shoulderblades, slowly kneading the flesh. Just when Jimin started to relax under the older's touch, he felt the other's s fingers hit a nerve, making him involuntarily let out a quiet whimper. Jimin lowered his head, being ashamed of himself and started to apologize profusely.
"Hey, don't be ashamed. You sound beautiful, darling." Yoongi shushed him, leaning against the other's back whispering into his ear before continuing.

Yoongi pressed his fingers into that exact same spot once again, continuing to work on Jimin's back. Jimin let out a deep sigh, letting his muscles relax and leaned against Yoongi's chest.
Yoongi's head was now next to Jimin's neck and his hands were massaging Jimin's waist at this point. The boy drew in a shaky breath when he felt a pair of plum lips resting against his bare neck.
The older slowly started to pepper the boy's neck with feathery kisses, trailing
along the flawless skin. Jimin's eyes fluttered shut and he drew in a heavy breath, when he felt the other gently sucking on the blank canvas, his neck.

If one said that Jimin wasn't enjoying this, they would be lying. Saying that he was enjoying himself was an understatement.

He lost the ability to form coherent thoughts long ago. His mind being clouded by Yoongi's touch. He didn't realize what was happening until Yoongi turned him around, so that he was sitting on his lap and asked something a boy should never ask another boy, according to his beliefs.