Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's mouth with a gasp, wiping off the drool dripping down his lips by his sleeves.
"Jimin why?!" He blurted out.
"W-Why what?"
"Why're you leading me on like this?"
Jimin stayed silent for a moment, biting his lip. "...
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Jimin opened his eyes slowly. His body was aching for some reason and he felt sore. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Did he...did he just sleep in a nude?
With a grunt, he kicked off the blanket covering him and sat up. The room was familiar. Just he didn't recognize who's was it. His head was thumping. He held his head as he tried to get rid of the pain. Where the hell was he?
Just at that moment, He felt something move next to him. He turned to look at his side and a silent scream left his lips as he rolled off the bed, falling on the floor.
What the hell? What the-
Why was he naked? Why was Yoongi naked beside him?
His eyes widened like plates, his heart beating erratically. Flashes of last night coming in his mind.
They were laughing, breathing hard, Jimin was on his lap...all sweaty and flustered.
Confuse dread filled his mind and he felt anything but good. His gut twirled badly. He felt shameful and guilty like never before. He sat at the corner of the bed, covering himself in the blanket. His ass hurt and it was sticky. His whole body was sticky with a mess of sweat and cum and whatnot.
His heart skipped a beat as Yoongi slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were going to pop out of his sockets. This was way different than flirting in front of the camera. This was real...he slept with Yoongi.
"Hyung..." That's all he could mutter out.
"Jimin?" Yoongi asked, confused, sitting up. But he paused, finding out Jimin naked from above, and definitely from down as well. He stared at himself, realising he wasn't wearing anything as we.
The tension was thick. Both of them's throats dry. Yoongi didn't remember anything. Anything. And he couldn't believe he went this far.
"O-Oh my god." Yoongi broke the silence.
"Oh my god, I-I...I'm sorry, I-" He was stammering, watching Jimin curl up to himself. Dread was filling his mind. Will Jimin ever talk to him? They just did something there was no going back from. "Jimin, I'm so sorry- it's unforgivable- I- what did I do?"
Jimin shook his head but he couldn't meet Yoongi's eyes. He was confused, very. Until yesterday he had no idea whether he had interests in men. And suddenly today, he had woken up naked beside one. With none other than Yoongi.
"Hyung, I-" Jimin bit his lip. "I-its fine, you had my permission, I remember. The blame isn't completely on you..."
"We should...we should talk," Yoongi muttered. "Jimin, we should-"
"N-No." Jimin quickly got up from the bed, still feeling ashamed. "Just give me some time, Hyung. I'm still trying to process it...just, don't blame yourself for this. Don't, please. But I need distance, I need time."
Jimin hastily wore his clothes and got out of the room, muttering a last "sorry Hyung."
It was as if Yoongi's worst nightmare was taking place. He slept with Jimin. And that wasn't the worst part. He just saw Jimin going into his shell, because of him. It was crashing down.
He couldn't find the strength to face the younger. Not anymore. But he had to...he really had to, Jimin was his family.
He took a shower, trying hard to remember the previous night but he concluded he was wasted. Totally wasted. He reeked of sex and alcohol.
Jimin strode through the corridor and yelped when he bumped into someone.
"Goddamit Jimin you stink." Jin scrunched up his nose in disgust and Jimin quickly apologized, passing by Jin but the elder was fast to grab his arm.
"What happened? You look...bizarre."
"N-Nothing really," Jimin said, although he was sure tears were gonna strike his eyes any moment now. "My head is gonna burst that's all."
Jin eyes him in scepticism for a moment before he huffed as well.
"My back is hurting too. Yesterday was a mess. I woke up on the couch and I still have to find where the rest are sleeping."
"Yeah..." Jimin mumbled. "I better take a shower."
Hot drops of water ran down Jimin's body as he closed his eyes. He gulped, scrubbing away everything. Bizzare guilt consuming him. He had shared something...so important, so intimate, with Yoongi. Yes, there was no chance he could regret it, he trusted Yoongi but he was - after all - his Hyung, his family. He didn't know what to say or how to process. He wanted to stay away.
He was always the kind of person who brought out positive aspects in situations, but he couldn't. It was surreal...and it was real.
Finishing his shower, he dried himself and stepped out of the stall. He looked at himself into the mirror. There were just a couple of hickeys on his collarbone. Apart from that, there wasn't anything. He remembered last night. Jimin had been keen, how he had insisted on the riding position, how his breath hitched every time Yoongi reached his hilt, Yoongi holding him in place, and lastly how he has curled up into a ball against Yoongi's chest. Yoongi had taken care of him, he could feel it.
"I didn't even fucking top." He grunted, eyeing himself in the mirror. "Idiot." He scolded before starting to brush his teeth.
He'd been locked up the whole day, slept on his bed like a baby and came downstairs into the living room during night time. When everyone was sitting on the couch and watching TV. He couldn't find Yoongi anywhere.
"Where were you all day?" Taehyung asked from the couch and Jimin made his way towards him.
"I was sleeping," he grunted, rubbing his eyes and plopping himself between Taehyung and Hoseok.
"Yoongi Hyung hasn't shown his face as well, Wonder if he's alright."
"Has he caught a cold?" Hobi asked and just then Yoongi passed by them. Jimin's breath halted but Yoong looked unbothered, he just made his way towards the kitchen.
When Yoongi passed by again, Hoseok stopped him by "Yoongi, you alright?"
"Huh?" Yoongi had asked, though his eyes landed on Jimin, his expressions unreadable. Then he tried to give Jimin a soft smile, nervously, to which Jimin had just broken the eye contact and looked down. He really needed space.
"Are you alright? You haven't been downstairs for the whole day." Hoseok asked once again.
"I was sleeping. We rarely get breaks."
"Oh'kay..." He said. Yoongi gave one last glance to Jimin, who was fumbling with his fingers. It felt like he failed Jimin and it fucking hurt.
