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It’s positively freezing outside when Jimin rushes up the stairs to Yoongi’s apartment. In his haste he nearly slips on a patch of ice and sees his life flash by before his eyes. Then he regains his balance, but swears under his breath when the cups he’s carrying sways dangerously in their holder.
”Shit.” Jimin licks some sweet sticky mess supposed to be coffee from his thumb and curses some more at the hot liquid scorching his fingers. With a suppressed sigh he knocks carelessly on Yoongi’s door before just shouldering it open. As usual Yoongi left it unlocked when he knew Jimin was coming over.
”Hyung,” he calls, struggling with toeing off his shoes and still balancing the coffee. Somewhere inside he hears Yoongi’s keyboard rattle and stereo playing low music, not even bothering to answer. Jimin knew Yoongi heard him but was probably too focused on work to care.
They had their weird routines by now. Jimin wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, but he didn’t really dislike it either. For example, they never kissed hello, only goodbye. They never touched in public, except if they were drunk or about to hook up. To be honest, they actually didn’t talk much in public at all despite being friends.
Because that’s what they were. Friends. Or at least to some extent. Their common friend group were friends so naturally they had become friends too, sort of. But most of the time they just had sex. Their friends knew about their thing. And sometimes they hung out alone, like now, but eventually it always led to sex too. That was kind of the unspoken rule, like the no-kissing-hello-only-goodbye rule. Or only kissing before, during, after or somehow related to sex, but kissing otherwise would be weird.
It wasn’t like they had spoken this out loud either, it just kind of ended up to be like that. Jimin didn’t exactly mind. It was fun and easy, comfortable even. Maybe a little too comfortable. He rarely ever went out of his way to hook up with someone else lately, or even date. Mostly because he wasn’t really interested in dating, nor having a relationship. He was far too busy with school and work and dance practices to care. Sleeping with Yoongi was easy and convenient and it worked for them both.
So here they were, not kissing hello and about to watch some boring movie Jimin wouldn’t care for anyway, too busy riling up Yoongi with the prime goal of blowing him on the couch.
”Hey,” Jimin says, squeezing Yoongi’s shoulder where he sits deeply emerged in his computer. Shocking.
Yoongi has some music program open and a frown on his face. Sometimes Jimin had the absurd urge to crawl up and sit on his lap whenever he was like that. Not that he would ever do it, unless it was to distract him long enough to seduce him into bed. Instead Jimin places the coffee on the desk, takes one for himself and goes to slump down on the couch in front of the tv.
“You still have your Christmas lights up?” he chides over his shoulder. ”It’s February, hyung. Get your life together.”
The little star shaped string lights in the window, that Jimin had forced him to put up back in December, still shines merrily in the cold February afternoon. Yoongi’s apartment was small, but cozy. Jimin had always liked it, especially the fluffy carpet by the couch and the floor to ceiling window that seemed way too nice for the otherwise kinda scrappy flat.
What he liked even more was Yoongi’s love for comfortable furniture, especially the couch, but also the soft lights and the big bed. It was almost painful how comfortable that bed was, especially when he reluctantly crawled out of it at ass o'clock in the morning, to do a nice walk of shame home after some horrible after-work-turned-rave-night. Most likely Tehyung’s hell doing. But Jimin always felt like he shouldn't be loitering around for too long anyway, even though Yoongi never said out loud that he had to leave.
Actually the few times Jimin had been too hungover to leave early Yoongi had been really nice and cooked them breakfast. But the thing with Yoongi was that he was considerate like that, to everyone. Jimin wouldn’t even be surprised if he cooked every stray hookup he ever had breakfast if they just asked nicely. Friends or not.
”What is that?” Yoongi says in greeting with a scrunched up nose, finally swiveling around on his chair. He looks pretty, with soft black hair falling over his brows.
”What?” Jimin says and glances over to spot him inspecting the colorful creation of a to-go cup suspiciously. To be fair, it looked more like a scrapbook than a coffee cup.
”Oh, uhm,” Jimin freezes, feeling weirdly awkward for some stupid reason. ”Valentine’s day.”
Yoongi takes the vividly pink cup but arches a brow towards Jimin, like his explanation wasn’t reasonable enough.
”The café across campus,” Jimin adds. ”It had some hysterical Valentine’s day theme going on. I had no energy to go somewhere else, okay? — Be happy I managed to get us actual coffee and not some white hot chocolate with strawberry meringue syrup.”
Jimin makes a disgusted face while sipping on his sweet latte, mostly to hide his jittery discomfort. To be honest, he’d completely forgot Valentine’s day even existed, let alone remembered it was today.
It wasn’t like it mattered. It was no big deal, just a made up holiday for mindless over consumption. But if he had remembered maybe he wouldn’t have made plans with Yoongi today. Somehow it felt like it pushed those no-kiss-hello rules by a mile.
But judging by his face, the holiday seemed to have completely slipped Yoongi’s mind too, so maybe it was fine. That or he’d been adamant on ignoring it in favour of some chill downtime and sex. Jimin didn’t care whichever as long as he didn’t think he was being weird.
”Oh, ew,” Yoongi says, frowning while sipping on his coffee.
”Happy unimaginative, consumerist oriented and completely arbitrary, manipulative, and shallow interpretation of romance day,” Jimin cheers jolly with his deep pink cup doused in red hearts and fluffy baby pink clouds.
”This holiday is so pointless,” Yoongi grumbles and turns back to his screen. For some reason it ticks Jimin off. He didn’t exactly have to sprinkle the bed in rose petals but couldn't he at least joke about it? Sometimes he was so fucking annoying.
”Look, I didn’t know it was today,” Jimin huffs and slumps back into the couch.
I can leave if you want, is what he actually wants to say. But he can’t really make himself voice it out loud anyway, afraid Yoongi might actually tell him to leave. Jimin needed to let off some steam, and watching Netflix alone in his sorry excuse of a student apartment wasn’t his top idea of fun for his only free Friday night this month.
He already knew Taehyung was busy with Hoseok today, unable to go out with him when he’d asked. And now that he thought about it he was pretty certain Seokjin had told him he’d made plans with Jungkook and Namjoon, and suddenly that made sense too. Jimin was a thickheaded idiot and hadn’t checked his calendar for far too long. And now he was stuck with Yoongi of all people on the only day they probably shouldn’t meet.
Then Jimin thinks he’s being childish. Of course it didn’t mean anything.
Behind him he hears Yoongi lower the music, get out of his chair and walk over to the couch. Jimin keeps his eyes on the tv, swapping among channels until Yoongi places his coffee on the table and bounces down on the seat next to him.
”I just meant this holiday is a made up joke,” Yoongi says pointedly and slings an arm on the back of the couch, right behind Jimin. Yoongi sounds teasing, like he usually did when he knew Jimin was mad at him and he tried to make him smile. Jimin doesn't smile, just rolls his eyes.
”What? Did you expect a gift?” Yoongi teases. ”Roses? A poem? I can wax some pretty hefty poetics about your ass if you’d like.”
”I’m sure you can,” Jimin scoffs and elbows him in the side. Yoongi groans but chuckles nonetheless. ”Just know my expectations are sky high. I’ve seen your lyrics, and my ass is pretty damn nice.”
”Roses are red, violets are blue, found the world’s greatest ass, and it’s attached to you.” Yoongi grins and wiggles his brows sleazily.
”Oh, my god,” Jimin snorts and leans far away when Yoongi tries to jokingly kiss his ear.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want for V-Day is to do you,” Yoongi chases him and continues in a chuckle.
”Please stop.” Jimin makes a fake gag noise and turns back to the tv, though he can’t really keep his mouth from twitching up. “Wow, you still suck at flirting.”
”What do you mean still?” Yoongi leans back with his arm comfortably around Jimin. ”I never needed to be good.”
”What the hell does that mean?” Jimin pouts.
”Well, I remember it as you pressed me up against a bathroom stall the first time we saw each other, asking to suck my dick,” Yoongi recites smugly. ”I didn’t exactly need to woo you, sweetheart.”
Jimin lets out a groan. ”I’ll never live that one down, will I?”
”Nope,” Yoongi smirks, reaching forward to grab his coffee. His hands strays to Jimin’s back while he does, leaving a little soft trail of tingly warmth on his shoulder.
”A guy is horny once and has to hear it for the rest of his life.” Jimin sighs, trying to ignore how nice Yoongi’s hands feel. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know about it, just, today it somehow felt extra prominent. But Jimin liked when Yoongi touched him like that, like he couldn’t keep his hands away.
”So? Isn’t that why you’re here,” Yoongi mutters into his coffee. Jimin swallows the strange unpleasant feeling his words leave in his stomach. Which is weird. They were more or less true.
”You don’t have to be so crude about it,” Jimin huffs. ”It’s not like you have any other plans today, now have you?”
Jimin was fairly sure he was right, since he knew if he was lazy and found their arrangement easy, he knew Yoongi was ten times more comfortable than him.
Going out of their way to date someone, or god forbid, go out on a club, only to find someone to fuck seemed like way too much work for one night of sex. Especially when they both clearly could satisfy each other enough without tiring flirting games. Jimin just simply asked if Yoongi wanted to hang out and that was it. In fact their sex was pretty fucking great, Jimin thought somewhat bitterly. Maybe he wouldn’t be so damn comfortable if it wasn’t so good.
Yoongi knew exactly what he liked and didn’t like. They had been doing this for the better part of half a year now. By now he’d learnt just how to rile Jimin up enough to make him eager and impatient but not actually annoyed or angry. Mostly at least. And Jimin liked that Yoongi already knew all of him, inside and out, quite literally. It made him relax and focus on the good bits rather than being nervous over frivolous things, which was exactly what he needed. Not have a stressed halfassed fuck with a stranger in a disgusting bathroom at some club he didn’t even enjoy — or worse, at their place.
”You think I’d ask you over if I had?” Yoongi scoffs harshly but keeps his eyes on the tv. His arm slides back to circle Jimin’s shoulders anyway, like it usually did when he wanted him to get closer.
And Jimin didn’t deny him that. That was why he was there after all.
”Do they only show romantic comedies today?” he says, easily leaning into Yoongi’s side like a pre-molded shape. ”Is it some kind of countrywide rule to only show sleazy romance about people in their desperate thirties?”
Jimin’s mouth quirks down, annoyed, as he rapidly swaps channels about forty times, only coming across cheesy movies about Hollywood love that weren't even close to realistic. Love never worked out that great, and you definitely didn’t fall blindly head over heels in the blink of an eye, unless you were still young, undamaged from past failures and painfully naive.
”You didn’t answer my question,” Yoongi says and tugs Jimin closer with the arm around his neck. Jimin frowns and looks away from his frantic channel swapping.
”What?” He blinks, not really following when Yoongi looks expectant. He’s instantly met with Yoongi’s usual spicy perfume though, now very familiar and comforting rather than new and arousing like in the beginning. Instinctively he puts a hand on Yoongi’s chest to steady himself. He always liked touching Yoongi, literally in any way or form, so be it his dick or his damn elbows.
”What question?”
”Nevermind,” Yoongi mutters and lets him go slightly, enough to slump back into the couch with a sigh. ”Does it even matter what we watch? You’re gonna see about ten minutes of it anyway.”
Jimin shrugs with eyes back on the tv, chewing on his lip. ”I thought we could actually watch something today… It’s Friday and we’re not wasted. I’d be bored all night if we fucked already and I left after to go home this early.”
Jimin can feel Yoongi eyeing him from the side, glancing over to find him indeed looking at him rather intently.
”What?” Jimin says, warily. ”I’d rather be bored here than at home.”
”You’d rather be bored with me than alone? On Valentine’s day?” Yoongi corrects and somehow it makes Jimin wince. He didn’t really think about what he was saying, nor how he said it. Maybe it made Yoongi uncomfortable.
”I mean, we’re friends, right?” Jimin feels himself blush horribly, though he does his best to hide it.
”Right,” Yoongi says, wetting his lips and turning back to the tv. Somehow it makes Jimin bite his tongue nervously when Yoongi refuses to look at him. Because that was weird. What the fuck?
Maybe they should just fuck and get it over with so he could leave? Maybe Yoongi had plans later but didn’t want to tell Jimin? Damn. That was probably why Yoongi had invited him over so early. Usually they just spent the late nights together, not ever really seeing each other in daylight if it wasn't briefly in school or with their other friends.
Frankly, Jimin had been a little surprised that Yoongi asked him over so soon. But he’d figured he’d just got out of classes early and was bored, just like Jimin. Although, Jimin knew Yoongi had a major project to finish within the next few weeks that left him working both day and night. Jimin knew that because he found Yoongi by his computer literally every time he came over, just like he’d done today. Somehow it all made him confused.
”You’re right, I don’t care what we watch,” Jimin says quickly, throwing the remote on the coffee table. He tries to act normal although he doesn’t feel very normal. Something feels strange. Then he turns towards Yoongi, fishing up his phone and keys from the back pocket of his jeans and tosses it on the table too.
Hastily he cups Yoongi’s jaw, leans in to catch him in a kiss. Though his movements are a bit less smooth than usual and they end up clacking teeth and Yoongi groaning into his mouth. ”Wow, okay,” Yoongi grunts but shifts until he sits higher and can tug Jimin closer by the waist. ”Sorry,” Jimin mumbles, shuffling closer on his knees.
Despite everything, whatever was on the tv or what stupid made up holiday it was or why Yoongi had invited him over early, Jimin can’t help but sigh and zone out for a moment when Yoongi kisses him back. His lips taste like sweet coffee. Yoongi was a good kisser, that was for sure. Sometimes they spent most of the nights lazily making out rather than actually fucking, which may be weird for their arrengement but Jimin really didn’t mind. He liked kissing Yoongi. It made his insides feel funny, all hot and gooey.
”Thought you’d have plans today,” Yoongi hums and slides his hands down the curve of Jimin’s back, down lower to snake under the hem of his sweater. Jimin holds back a shiver, a pleasant one. He liked having Yoongi’s hands on his skin. It was soft and tingly and made Jimin want to kiss him all over in return.
”Why would I have plans?” Jimin snorts lightly.
”Hm, nothing. Taehyung just said something….” Yoongi slips a hand around Jimin’s neck, pulls him closer to kiss him deeper. Jimin rests his weight on Yoongi’s chest, feels his heart beat steadily under his hand, perhaps a little quicker than before. Their kisses slide with practiced ease, now when they aren't accidentally headbutting. Bodies already familiar and mapped out of one too many times of exploring.
”Tae? What did he say?” Jimin asks, mildly breathless.
”No, forget it,” Yoongi mumbles, tugging Jimin to sit on his lap. Jimin is confused but definitely doesn’t resist. He threads his fingers in the soft hair at Yoongi’s nape, nose brushing his cheek when he tilts his chin up to kiss more. Jimin liked how Yoongi always made him feel pretty. Whatever they were doing they knew they found each other attractive and it was nice to feel desired, really. However shallow it was.
”You know you can stay later even if we fuck now, right?” Yoongi huff lightly and slides his hands up Jimin’s thighs. ”You can stay even if we don’t fuck at all. Honestly, what do you think of me?”
Jimin blinks and leans back, studying Yoongi’s face closely. ”I don’t know,” he says warily, licking his lips. They feel tingly and swollen already. Any other time he would have liked it, now something feels off.
He wasn’t sure where Yoongi was going with this. Were they about to talk about their very unspoken yet somehow mutual agreement of a shallow arrangement? That they definitely had never talked about before? Jimin wasn’t sure he felt like having that conversation right now, and definitely not on Valentine’s day in case it ended badly. Maybe Yoongi didn’t even feel like continuing whatever they were doing for much longer and maybe that made Jimin panic a little bit.
”Jimin, we’re friends,” Yoongi says, pulling him out of his spiraling head. ”Of course you can stay.”
Yoongi’s brows crease and Jimin feels like smoothing it out with the tips of his fingers, tracing the line of his nose and cupid's bow. But he doesn’t. That felt wildly intimate, which was stupid since he knew all of Yoongi already. But his words make Jimin feel warm anyway. Warm, and a little bit terrified.
”Just say you’re lonely and go,” Jimin teases, but as soon as the words leave his mouth it feels wrong, like he shouldn’t tease him for that. Yoongi only scoffs in clear annoyance but still pulls him closer to kiss more.
The movie on the tv plays some romantic ballad and the hazy winter sun cast long rays through the windows. Jimin cups Yoongi’s cheeks, spreads his knees a bit wider so they sit chests flush together. He kisses him deep and slowly like he knew Yoongi liked. Then he wonders if maybe this is the last time they would do this.
Honestly, every time could be the last since they didn’t exactly have a real relationship. They just always came back to each other in one way or another.
The thought of not ever seeing Yoongi again makes Jimin’s stomach turn. The thought of suffering through a day hanging together with their friends, without being able to touch him or really be close to him in public, and then not even be able to go find him after makes Jimin feel awful too. The thought of seeing Yoongi go home with someone else makes him positively want to throw up and maybe Jimin felt things a little too much for not being in a relationship, and maybe that was a huge problem that he’d ignored for quite some time now.
Jimin never meant to catch feelings. Hell, he never even imagined he would. Yoongi was annoying and a know-it-all that bickered more with him than they actually had sex. But that was also the thing… he was funny, sweet, caring and made Jimin feel good, in more ways than one. Jimin was never bored around Yoongi, not even when he sat immersed in his work and didn’t give Jimin so much as a glance because then Jimin knew he would have all his attention for himself after and probably tenfold.
But that attention was temporary. As soon as they were out the door he went back to treating him as a stranger, or at least not a close friend. And that was fine, really. Yoongi didn’t owe him anything. In fact Jimin should probably get the fuck out of there before things got worse because Yoongi didn’t deserve to deal with that. They had agreed on no strings attached, albeit kind of unspoken, and that was what they had. And Jimin had fucked it up by going and catching feelings he didn’t even want.
Perhaps it would have been easier if Yoongi wasn’t so damn sweet in private, however much of an annoying ass he was otherwise.
Jimin’s lips wander down Yoongi’s neck, mouthing hot kisses down his throat that makes Yoongi let out deep breathy sighs that always made Jimin’s spine tingle. He loved making him feel good.
”Off,” Jimin grunts and tugs on the hem of Yoongi’s hoodie. But Yoongi doesn’t really move, only drags his hands gently along Jimin’s sides under his sweater.
”Eager,” Yoongi snorts. ”We have all night. Thought you said you didn’t want to hurry?”
Jimin sits back and sighs towards the ceiling. He doesn’t know what he’s doing to be honest. ”Fine,” he says and slides off Yoongi’s lap to sit beside him on the couch again.
”I didn’t mean you had to stop.” Yoongi arches a brow and shifts a little to face him, placing a hand on Jimin’s thigh. He’s so pretty it makes Jimin’s head light. But he’s also annoyed. Or dejected. Or confused. Fuck he doesn’t know.
”Thought you wanted slow,” he tries to tease, but somehow it comes out kind of strained. He covers it by reaching for the remote and his coffee. The sweet beverage has sure gone lukewarm now but Jimin needs a distraction.
”Why are you being weird?” Yoongi squints and squeezes his thigh.
”I’m not being weird,” Jimin frowns, feeling his cheeks heat up. ”You’re weird.”
”Jimin.”
”What? Nothing is wrong. Do you wanna fuck or not?”
”Not when you’re like this,” Yoongi scoffs and withdraws his hand. Bitterly Jimin regrets his words and wishes Yoongi would touch him again. But he doesn’t.
Jimin swaps channels aggressively. He contemplates if he should leave. Obviously that would be best. He probably shouldn’t be doing this at all. But he also doesn’t really want to go. Pathetically he craved every chance he got to be with Yoongi, even if it was just like this. Meaningless.
Before Jimin can answer, his phone dings on the coffee table. He takes his chance of distraction and swaps his coffee for his phone. ”Oh,” he frowns, surprised when he reads the message.
”What is it?” Yoongi grumbles, eyes drifting from the tv.
”Uh, it’s… It’s from Tae. He got me a date for Valentine’s.”
”What?” Yoongi grimaces. ”Why?”
Somehow it makes Jimin even more pissed. ”Is that so unimaginable to you that someone wants to actually date me?” he spits, already tapping on his phone.
”No—” Yoongi frowns but Jimin cuts him off.
”Actually, don’t answer that. It’s a blind date anyway.”
With jerky motions Jimin stands up. He was done with this, with feeling like he was lying about something he wasn’t sure he could lie about, since they hadn’t really decided on anything. Plus Yoongi was an ass sometimes and he clearly didn’t want to fuck anyway so what was the point.
”So you’re just gonna leave?” Yoongi scoffs incredulously and crosses his arms.
”You just said you don’t want to fuck,” Jimin says angrily, striding towards the hallway.
He can hear Yoongi get up and walk behind him but he's too irritated to look. Actually he doesn’t even know if he’s more mad with Yoongi or himself, for letting this stupid thing get out of hand. Maybe that blinddate would set his head straight. He needed to stop thinking about Yoongi.
”Yeah, because you were being weird,” Yoongi says. ”I just wanted to talk first, Jimin.”
”Since when do we talk,” Jimin drawls bitterly and shrugs on his jacket.
”Since now, because you never want to talk when I try to talk to you.”
”You have never done that!” Jimin exclaims.
”Because you shut me down or joke it off whenever I try to talk to you about important stuff,” Yoongi scowls.
And maybe Jimin feels bad. But only a little bit. He might have done so… but only because Yoongi treated him like he didn’t exist outside of the privacy of their apartments and maybe that hurt Jimin a lot.
”What is there to talk about, hyung? You clearly only want whatever we do in here, and the rest of the time you don’t even fucking act like you know me!”
”What?” Yoongi stares with a wild expression, and Jimin regrets saying that out loud. Why had he said that? It didn’t matter.
”Forget it,” Jimin says quickly, blushing vividly while tugging on his boots. Then he turns to the door.
”No, Jimin, what the fuck?” Yoongi grabs his elbow. It’s not hard, Jimin could easily yank himself free, but somehow he doesn’t. ”So you’re just gonna leave and go on a fucking blinddate with a stranger? Instead of talking to me?”
”Yes, I am,” Jimin turns and arches his brows in challenge. ”Why do you care? It’s not like you want me here anyway.”
”Is that it?” Yoongi flares and quickly lets go of him. Jimin feels like crying when Yoongi looks so pissed but he will definitely not do something so humiliating. ”Is that really what you think of this?”
”What are you talking about?” Jimin frowns.
”I literally asked you over,” Yoongi argues. ”I asked you over, on valentine’s, to be with you. What don’t you understand?”
Jimin stares at him, lips parted. His head spins a little and his chest hurts. Then he gets angry. Fucking fine that they were both lonely and spending Valentine’s together was better than being alone, but Yoongi didn’t have to shove it in his face. He knew that whatever they did was purely physical.
”I don’t know, Yoongi. Because I don’t understand.” Jimin takes a step forward. ”You don’t even look at me whenever we’re outside, you don’t talk to me unless you ask me over, you don’t even act like my friend outside of this fucking apartment. What am I supposed to understand?”
”I just— This is exactly what I wanted to talk about,” Yoongi winces. ”I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
”Make me uncomfortable?” Jimin snorts.
”Jimin, we never decided anything, never set any rules. I didn’t know if you would feel bad if we got too close outside of this. You told me you only wanted sex so that’s what I thought you wanted.”
Yoongi looks a little pained. Jimin feels like retching. Actually maybe he had said that at some point when they slept together first. In pure panic, because he didn’t want Yoongi to think he was being desperate. He’d also not planned on actually falling headfirst. Like those stupid movies on tv.
Suddenly Jimin feels overwhelmingly sad.
”I- I can’t do this,” he says, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. ”I don’t think we should do this again.”
”What? No, Jimin—” Yoongi calls after him when he turns to head outside. But Jimin can’t really make himself talk anymore, let alone look at Yoongi. He needed to get out.
”Jimin, for fuck’s sake. Come back,” he hears Yoongi call behind him. But he doesn’t turn. Only dashes down the slippery stairs and tries to set his mind on never seeing him again. It would be best so.
-
”I’m an idiot,” Jimin says into his hands, perched by Taehyung's kitchen table. In his haste he’d of course forgotten his keys in Yoongi’s apartment. It was a small miracle he’d even managed to bring his phone.
”Why do I care?”
”Because you like him,” Taehyung says from the counter, preparing two mugs of tea. He was going out with Hoseok soon but Jimin had thankfully caught him before he went out. It was Valentine’s and he couldn’t even get inside his own damn apartment to be miserable in peace. Fantastic.
”I like him,” Jimin says, staring hollow eyed into the wooden table. ”Oh my god, I’m in love with Yoongi.”
Jimin whips his head up when Taehyung places the mugs on the table, staring up like he could tell him No, Jimin, it’s all in your head. It’s a dream. A nightmare even. You will wake up soon. But Taehyung doesn’t.
”Groundbreaking news,” Taehyung deadpans and slumps down across the table. Jimin cringes up to the ceiling.
”So what are you gonna do about it?”
”Absolutely nothing,” Jimin snorts bitterly, warming his hands on the cup. ”He doesn’t like me. I’m not even sure we’re actually friends outside of this.”
Taehyung sips on his tea but makes a sceptical face over the brim. Jimin thinks about how Yoongi most likely will never want to see him again now, not with how they argued and he stormed out like a defiant child. Then his eyes burn and his lips tremble, because however stupid this shit arrangement had been he would still miss Yoongi. Jimin liked him, a lot, and that shit hurt.
”Oh, no,” Taehyung says, quickly rising from his chair when Jimin presses his hands to his eyes. Wow, he felt pathetic.
”What’s wrong with me?” Jimin cries angrily and wipes his stuffy nose on his sleeve.
”You have been crushing hard for like six months, of course you’re sad!”
”No I haven’t!”
”Mhm, keep telling yourself that.” Taehyung hugs him around the shoulders and Jimin feels like never meeting another person ever again.
Or maybe he should meet other people. Maybe that was exactly what he needed to take his mind off Yoongi. And the sooner the better. Maybe he should go on that blinddate anyway, even if he’d never really meant to go in the first place, not even when he argued with Yoongi. He’d just wanted some kind of reaction from him. But that clearly backfired immensely.
”What time is that date anyway?” Jimin frowns and dries his eyes with his fingers. He’s stopped crying. No more crying over stupid boys.
”Huh, you actually want to go?” Taehyung says, carding his fingers in his hair. ”You don’t think you should maybe talk to hyung? Like actually talk?”
”No,” Jimin scowls. ”I’m getting over him. And by that I mean now.”
”Well, in that case you need to dress up and blow your nose.”
-
Jimin does dress up, albeit in Taehyung’s borrowed clothes, because his fucking keys were still at Yoongi’s.
Fuck.
For a while he contemplates if he can’t just pay the landlord for a new key instead of getting it, but frankly Jimin wasn’t loaded and he had a bunch of other keys on that ring that he really needed. But he wouldn’t get it today.
Taehyung had lent him a spare key to his place and said he could come back and crash on his couch later, if he didn’t mysteriously end up in his date’s place. Jimin seriously doubted he would. Tae had just grinned and said he would most likely not be home later, but Jimin didn’t really mind. As long as he didn’t have to face Yoongi yet he didn’t care if he was alone.
Freezing his ass off in the cold February night, Jimin stands outside a small trendy bar slash restaurant, waiting for his supposed blind date.
Jimin is a little late, but his date seemed to be even more late. Jimin looks good. He know he does. But he doesn’t exactly feel good. To be honest he feels like turning on his heels and running down the street every other second. He didn’t even want to date anyone, not even Yoongi, really. He’d just happened to fall for him anyway, without proper dates.
”Jimin?”
Jimin’s head jerks up when someone calls his name. Someone terrifyingly familiar.
On the other side he sees Yoongi hurry down the street, complete with a frown on his face and hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He looks tragically good though, handsome even. Different clothes than earlier. Slightly dressed up but still casual. Jimin wants to die and evaporate at the same time.
”Fuck my life,” he sighs, but he doubt Yoongi hears him.
”What are you doing here?” Yoongi asks warily when he gets close enough. He stops a couple paces away from Jimin. The warm light from the restaurant’s windows spills down on the frosty asphalt, bathing them in gold.
”What do you think I’m doing here?” Jimin sniffs and looks away. His hands are cold so he buries them deeper into the pockets of his jacket. ”I told you before.”
”Oh,” Yoongi scowls and shifts awkwardly. Jimin wonders why the fuck he doesn’t keep going. He seemed to be in a hurry.
”What are you doing here?”
”Same as you,” Yoongi drawls, scraping his shoe over a pebble on the street. Clearly he’d reached his destination. ”Tae texted right after you left, said he’d set me up on a date too. I just didn’t know it would be in the same place as yours…”
He gives Jimin a quick glance, scrunching his nose. Jimin thinks his cheeks look a bit pink, but it could be because of the frigid cold. Then he wonders why the world is so cruel.
”Oh,” Jimin deadpans. If Tae texted Yoongi right after Jimin left he couldn’t possibly have known they fought yet. It took Jimin a while to get to him. But couldn’t he at least have warned Jimin before he went out? Or changed location for either of them? What kind of sadistic plan was that? Unless he wanted them to meet here, that would be typical Taehyung to do. Maybe he wanted them to talk.
A few seconds tick by in pressed silence. Jimin chews on his lower lip nervously, trying to prepare himself to watch Yoongi date someone else from afar for a whole evening while pretending to be interested in his own date. In fact Jimin had been blissfully spared from seeing Yoongi date or flirt with other people until now. Even when they went out clubbing with their friends he never really flirted with other people. Even if he and Yoongi never spoke much in public they always ended up together after those nights.
Then a thought strikes Jimin like lightning.
Of course. Taehyung was a scheming slimy git.
”I’m gonna kill him,” Jimin snorts to no one. Yoongi arches a brow, looking confused.
”Hm?”
”You’re my blind date, aren’t you?”
Jimin turns to face Yoongi, who looks bewildered, eyes round. Endearingly so. Why did he have to be so fucking cute?
”What?” Yoongi blinks, staring at Jimin.
”Do you see any other people here?” Jimin scoffs. ”It’s already twenty past eight. Plus it’s Taehyung’s doing, of course he did this on purpose.”
”Oh, fuck,” Yoongi frowns and wets his lips. ”You’re right.”
Jimin wants to kiss him so bad, wants to hug him and be with him and hold his hand in public and go out and eat food without ignoring each other. He wants to have great sex and bicker with him and cuddle in private too. But most of all he just wants Yoongi to want him back.
”Look, I had no idea, honestly,” Jimin winces and squirms where he stands. ”I know I was being a bit of a dick before, but we don’t have to do this.”
The night is cold, his nose feels like ice and he’d rather just go home to Taehyung’s place than do this. In fact he’d rather sleep outside than sit through a forced date with Yoongi that the older didn’t even want.
Jimin sighs, ready to bolt down the street. Yoongi peers at him intently, until Jimin almost blushes.
”What if I want to?” Yoongi says, and Jimin did not expect that. Faintly he thinks he heard him wrong.
”What?”
Yoongi nods towards the restaurant. ”Go on that date. What if I want to?”
”Oh,” Jimin breathes in, gaze darting over Yoongi’s face. It takes a moment for him to process what he’s said, actually he can’t really process it at all, then his insides go all warm and soft.
”Really?” he says quietly. His voice comes out more hopeful than he intended and maybe that’s kind of mortifying. But Yoongi only shrugs.
”Yeah,” he says. His cheeks are definitely pink now and Jimin is pretty sure it’s not only because of the cold. Yet Jimin feels so very confused.
”Why?” he says, perhaps a bit too harsh.
”No, Jimin, don’t get all pissy with me now,” Yoongi grimaces.
”Then explain to me so I understand!”
”I’ve been trying so many times, but you never let me.” Yoongi takes a step closer, reaching for Jimin’s arm. Jimin almost steps back, but holds himself still.
”I’m not good at this, okay? But here goes nothing, I guess. It can’t possibly get any worse, except I’ll be mortified,” Yoongi grumbles more to himself than to Jimin.
”I really thought I was being pretty obvious before but you’re so fucking dense.” Yoongi looks up and actually chuckles. Jimin makes a sour face and wants to pull away but Yoongi holds on to his arm.
”Jimin, I really want to go on this date with you. My belly did a fucking flip when you said you were my blinddate. Hell, my life sucks sometimes, but it sucks way less with you in it. Can I be more clear?”
Jimin wrinkles his nose. His face feels cold, Yoongi’s hand feels nice holding him close. He really can’t make his heart slow down though or calm the blood rushing in his ears.
”You could just say you like me like a normal person,” he mumbles quietly.
”I thought you already understood that I do like you. Why the hell do you think we’ve been sleeping together for half a year? Because I don’t like you? Yoongi snorts.
”I think I liked you from the first time you pressed me against that bathroom stall. I just didn’t know what to do when you told me you didn’t want more than sex. I accepted because I really wanted to be with you. I thought it would fade eventually… I didn’t plan on actually falling in love with you.”
Yoongi looks slightly exhausted. Jimin makes a pained noise. He doesn’t know what to say. Well, now in retrospect he feels stupid. At the same time he thinks he’s about to disintegrate.
Yoongi likes him.
Yoongi likes him back, and he wants them to date, or go on only one date? No, that seemed weird.
”Hyung, do you want one date or more than one? Because if we’re gonna go back to whatever we did before after this I don’t think I can do it.” Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, looking down. Yoongi’s hand grips firm around his arm so his jacket scrunches. But Jimin likes it.
”No, what the hell?” Yoongi says, nudging Jimin’s chin up with his other hand. ”God, we suck at this… I like you,” he says slowly, emphasising on every word like Jimin is actually dense. ”I want to date you, more than one time. Fuck, I’d ask you to be my boyfriend right now, but I was afraid that might be a bit too rash.”
Jimin splits up in a happy chuckle, eyes creasing when his stomach does a weird swoop despite the storm of emotions in his chest.
”Do you get it now?” Yoongi smirks. His eyes travel down to Jimin’s lips and he tugs a little on his arm.
Jimin knows what he wants, he knows Yoongi and his manners so very well. In fact he’s known him this well for quite some time, just that it had always been between four walls. Just between them. Maybe it could be everywhere now.
”No, I think you have to show me,” Jimin says but fails miserably to hide his growing smile. Yoongi rolls his eyes but places a hand on his neck and pulls Jimin closer.
His fingers feel cold on Jimin’s skin, but Jimin doesn’t care. He likes the way Yoongi’s thumb brushes over his cheekbone. And how Yoongi kisses him, just like they always kissed, slow and familiar.
But this time it’s right out on a street, in front of big windows, surely with a bunch of people inside. Not that Jimin cares about them or what they think. But he cares about what Yoongi thinks of him. And right now Jimin is certain that Yoongi doesn’t care if they are in public or not. Somehow that makes Jimin grip hard on Yoongi’s coat and sigh content into their kiss.
Yoongi angles his head, lips brushing softly over his. The tip of his nose bumps cold on Jimin’s cheek and suddenly reality settles a bit more in Jimin’s mind. Warm butterflies flutter in his stomach and maybe his heart swells in his chest too when Yoongi takes his hand to intertwine their fingers.
”Let’s go?” Yoongi says, nodding towards the restaurant. ”On that date.”
”You sure you just don’t want to skip dinner and go home and fuck?” Jimin teases but follows Yoongi to the door. Yoongi puts a hand on the low of his back and Jimin thinks that feels fucking fantastic.
”No, I wanna do this properly,” Yoongi drones. ”God knows you need things spelled out for you.”
”Yah,” Jimin bumps his shoulder. ”Just know I don’t fuck on the first date. Sulk about that later.”
”That’s fine,” Yoongi chuckles. ”I wasn’t counting on it.”
”Damn it,” Jimin curses. ”You still have my keys.”
”You know, you’re perfectly welcome to stay with me without fucking. I told you before.” Yoongi hooks an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pinning him with a sharp glare right before they go inside. Jimin thinks the people in the restaurant must be wondering what the hell they are doing. It almost makes him laugh.
”Shit, I was trying to tell you a lot of things at the same time, wasn’t I?” Yoongi adds in a deep sigh.
Jimin smiles a little, dipping in for a chaste kiss. It warms his heart when Yoongi doesn’t pull away nor act like it was something he shouldn’t do. On the contrary he looks expectant.
”I think we’re way past first date material, hyung. But I’d like to have a date with you anyway, to show you I’m serious too.” Jimin cups a hand to Yoongi’s cheek. It feels cold under his touch. They really had been standing outside for too long.
”I never told you that I like you too, did I?” Jimin says softly.
”No,” Yoongi hums, ”but I kind of suspected it earlier today. I just didn’t know why you left. It confused me.”
”Well, since we’re being clear now,” Jimin says. ”I was hurt, about how you acted. Which is very unfair, I know. You hadn’t promised me anything. But if we’re doing this I’d like us to be what we usually are, but I want it all the time, not just at home.”
Yoongi smiles a little, faint, almost sad. ”I know that, Jimin. Or I understand that now. I didn’t hold back because I was embarrassed or anything, I just really thought you didn’t want more.”
Jimin purses his lips, to hide a smile, or maybe not to cry. He’s not sure to be honest. But he cups Yoongi’s face again and kisses him hard. Then he quickly pulls away with a smack.
”We should go inside. You’re cold and they must think we’re having a crisis out here.”
”Well, we kind of had,” Yoongi snorts but opens the door. A little bell chimes above their heads and warm air greets them like a blanket. Still Yoongi turns back, takes Jimin’s hand and brings it to his lips, looking at him with a scheming glint.
”What…?” Jimin squints.
”Roses are red, violets are blue, vodka costs less than a dinner for two?”
”Oh my god, why do I like you?” Jimin howls and shoves him inside, choking out a laugh.
Yoongi only cackles happily and tugs him closer, pressing a kiss to his temple. ”Happy Valentine’s, sweetheart.”
”You still suck at flirting, you know that right?”
”It’s fine, I don’t really care as long as you’ll have me.”
-
When Jimin goes home the day after, to change clothes and shower, he kisses Yoongi goodbye, like he always did.
But the very same evening he kisses him hello again, among their friends in a fully packed bar.
It’s a really good hello.