silence. [a YoonMin Fic]

'Thanks' Yoongi breathed out, suddenly realising that he hasn't actually said anything for a while.

'You're welcome' Jimin replied, licking his lips and swallowing hard and by God, why did those gestures make Yoongi's pulse skyrocket and his breathing heavy again?

Yoongi suddenly wondered if the younger boy's mouth and throat were as dry as his. He was aware of Jimin's hand on his arm, gently squeezing, and was dreading the moment when Jimin would take it away. Hell, he was dreading everything. Why didn't he want Jimin to take that arm away in the first place? What was up with this heat prancing around his insides all of a sudden? And for god's sake, why could Yoongi not stop staring at Jimin's face without wanting to eat it?

There. It's out. Min Yoongi, what the hell is wrong with you??

~~~●This story contains smut, is angsty and has a happy ending. You have been warned.●~~~

(cross-posted from AO3)