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Jimin held his boyfriend close, stroked his bare back with his hand as Yoongi laid on top of him kissing his neck. Jimin tilted his head to give him better access and sighed quietly when Yoongi sucked on a spot below his ear. In response Jimin bent his knee which created pressure on Yoongi’s crotch and his boyfriend moaned loudly in his ear. Jimin smirked, he loved the way he could pull those sounds out of his boyfriend.
Jimin noticed too how hard Yoongi was which his boyfriend must have reflected upon as well since he separated himself from Jimin.
“Be right back baby.” Yoongi grunted and kissed Jimin’s cheek. He walked to the bathroom which was connected to their bedroom and closed the door.
Jimin breathed out, Yoongi had been heavy on his body. He looked down at his not as hard crotch-area and sighed as he stretched like a cat and rolled around so that he was lying on his stomach with his ass in the air.
He laid there and relaxed until he heard the door opening and Yoongi came out from the bathroom, his silvery blond hair all tangled up and a soft face.
“Was it good?” Jimin asked.
Yoongi smacked his butt and laid down next to him, Jimin immediately crawled into Yoongi’s space.
“Hell yeah.” Yoongi breathed and kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head. “You make me feel so good sweetie.”
Jimin mumbled into Yoongi’s chest and sighed happily when the older hugged him hard. Yoongi turned them around so that Jimin was on top of him. The older looked at his boyfriend and brushed away small locks of hair which had fallen down on Jimin’s face.
“I love you.” Yoongi spoke.
Jimin squealed, took Yoongi’s large hand and hid behind it.
“No…” Yoongi complained. “Don’t cover your beautiful face from me. Besides, how can you after all these years still be so shy?”
“You make me shy.” Jimin mumbled into Yoongi’s hand while he peeked over it to look at his boyfriend. He kissed the flat of Yoongi’s hand. “I love you too.”
Yoongi took his hand again to caress Jimin’s chubby cheek.
“Let’s sleep baby.”
Jimin nodded and made himself comfortable on top of Yoongi and closed his eyes. With Yoongi’s light humming and finger light touching on his back he was asleep within minutes.
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“Jimin!”
The young man himself looked up to see his best friend wave at him across the office. Jimin smiled and waved back.
‘Lunch?’ Taehyung articulated so Jimin could read his lips from a distance.
Jimin nodded and gave him a thumbs up before packing away his supplies and computer into his bag. Jimin soon stood by his taller friend and they both walked towards the canteen.
“How’s your case going?” Taehyung small talked.
“Pretty well, it’s rather interesting so I think it’ll be done today:”
Both boys worked as a translator, Jimin watched over Japanese literature and Taehyung French documentaries.
“What about you?”
“Same,” Taehyung hummed. “There is this show about Van Gogh I am trying to translate. Really hard but pretty cool facts.”
“Huh…”
The two best friends walked onward with small conversations.
“How are things at home?” Taehyung asked.
“All going good. Though, Yoongi is working late this evening…” Jimin pouted.
“Aww…” Taehyung hugged his friend. “The little chick misses his hubby.”
“Aish, Tae…” Jimin laughed and pushed Taehyung away. “What about you?”
“Me and Seokjin are doing great actually. I think he heard from Namjoon that he, Hobi and Kookie are currently in the Bahamas.”
“Oh…” Jimin exclaimed. “I want to go there too!”
“Well, tell that to your rich hyung.” Taehyung said and they made their way to one of many fridges to take their food.
“So…” Jimin said as they sat down to start eating.” I’m just going to text Jin-hyung for money to go to the Bahamas?” He smirked at Taehyung.
“Not my rich hyung!” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I mean your rich hyung of course. Besides… Jin-hyung doesn’t like the sunny weather.”
Jimin only mumbled and started to eat again. After a few seconds Taehyung stood up again.
“We forgot to take our drinks. I’ll fetch them, you sit where you sit chicken little.”
Taehyung trudged back to the fridge and Jimin giggled at his friend. Taehyung and he met here at the company but he soon found out that Taehyung was present irregularly due to his acting career. He had met his boyfriend Kim Seokjin a few times, the older was very kind and pulled out jokes only Jimin laughed at. The older hyung was very secretive though, sometimes having to cancel dates because he was feeling unwell. At those times he had to take Taehyung into hiatus too, which was weird but it was their relationship Jimin guessed.
Now when he was alone and had no one to talk to he happened to overhear a conversation at the other table. Four old ladies who are usually very kind to him talked loudly about something.
“She had told him ‘no’. Just like that.” One of them spoke.
“How awful!” Another exclaimed. “Maybe she’s had an affair…”
“Oh, how dreadful... “ A third lady spoke. “Your poor, poor son.”
“She really told him she didn’t want to have sex with him?”
“Yes!” The first lady answered. “Said something about how that wasn’t how she was.”
“Is she sick?”
“Maybe she is gay?”
“I don’t know but there is something wrong with her.”
Jimin’s stomach knotted together.
“Yes, my boy called me and cried. Told me how sad he was because he truly loved her… but now it’s clear that she doesn't love him back.”
“You must give him our best…” One of them spoke.
“I call it, it must be that she has slept with another… that skunk.”
Jimin started to feel sick.
“My son also told me how uncomfortable he is. She does not give into his needs as a man. No sex? No man could ever survive! A man needs sex to hold himself back from other women and also to feel pleasure.”
Jimin had stopped eating all together, losing all appetite.
“What did you tell him to do?”
“Of course I told him to leave her. He too told me since she doesn’t want to have sex he’s fallen out of love.”
“How tragic… but what could he do? He cannot force her to have sex.”
“No, of course not. I have raised my son to never lay a bad hand on a woman. But this emotional pain she is pulling him through is not worth it.”
Jimin felt tears in his eyes.
“So, he doesn't love her anymore?”
Jimin held his breath.
“No, of course not. She cannot provide her body to him. How could he even love her at all?”
Jimin hulked a quiet cry but was interrupted by Taehyung who sat himself down across the table.
“I’m sorry it took so long, couldn’t find your bottle and… hey. Chim, what’s wrong?”
Taehyung looked at him with worry in his eyes. Water bottles long forgotten. His friend stretched out his hand to touch Jimin’s shoulder as the other hung his head low.
“But what did she tell him the problem was?” One of the old ladies asked.
“Something about her sexuality. That she loved him but could not give herself to him sexually, something like that.”
“How outrageous…”
“I told you she must be gay.”
“The poor boy of yours…”
Taehyung watched the ladies with anger and then focused back on Jimin.
“Tae, Yoongi loves me right?” Jimin cried silently.
“Jimin. Of course he does. Don’t listen to those hags, they don’t know any better. Yoongi loves everything about you and that includes your asexuality. He would never pressure you into doing something you are not comfortable with, has he ever? No. Because he loves you so much. Heck, I’ve seen the boy when you are together, he looks like he’s on crack, boy won’t stop looking at you.”
“Taehyung, breathe…”
“No, because you are the kindest human being I have ever encountered. I love you too Chim. You should never feel sad over something you cannot help.”
“Thanks Tae…” Jimin mumbled while he dried his tear-stained eyes.
Taehyung gave him a small smile.
“Do you want to eat more?”
Jimin shook his head. “No, I don’t feel like eating anymore.”
“OK, that’s fine. But at least drink your water.”
Jimin gave his friend a small nod and opened the cap to drink.
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After lunch the work became harder and even though Jimin told Taehyung that the words didn’t affect much longer he was still stuck with them.
‘Does Yoongi really love me? How could he…’
‘If he actually does love me he will end it soon, I cannot give him what he needs.’
‘I will just make him sad and doubt himself as a man if I do not give my body to him sexually.’
‘I am broken.’
Jimin did not finish the translation that day and when he came home to the apartment he broke down on the floor in the hallway.
Was he really that awful of a human being for not feeling sexual attraction. Tae was ace too… but Seokjin was a peculiar man himself. Yoongi was as normal as one could be, minus the gayness…
But was it really true… did one actually need sex to stay in love?
Jimin sobbed as thoughts wandered around in his head.
He needed Yoongi to stay, he needed Yoongi to love him. Yoongi has to be with him. How would Jimin survive without him? Yoongi is his true love, there really was no one else for him.
Tears ran down his face and Jimin pushed himself to his feet and went through the apartment. He stopped at the kitchen. Maybe he should eat something? But his stomach was still reluctant to food, so Jimin grabbed an apple to eat.
When he reached the bathroom he looked at himself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and puffy face, Yoongi would ask him what’s wrong.
Jimin’s eyes filled with tears. His Yoongi, who is so kind and gives his days endless love. Would he leave him?
Jimin sank down on the floor, unable to stand. Why wasn’t he normal? Why was he broken? Why could he not give Yoongi what he wanted? He must not let Yoongi go, he must do something to make him stay at least a little bit longer.
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When Yoongi came home he was exhausted, these long days were killing him. But he was beginning to see the light in the dark tunnel.
The young man sighed and hung his coat next to his boyfriend’s. Where was Jimin? He usually comes to greet him, or at least greets him by yelling.
“Chim?” Yoongi called out.
His shoes were in the hallway too, so he must be in the apartment.
Yoongi walked into the living room, but there was no Jimin. He was about to turn around when he saw his boyfriend in the entrance to the kitchen.
Heart beating rapidly from the sudden scare, Yoongi placed his hand on his chest and breathed out.
“Oh my God, baby, you scared me.”
Then he noticed Jimin’s state. He had been crying and not some ‘I saw a movie where the dog died’-sad, Jimin had been crying, really crying. Yoongi’s heart stopped.
“But sweetness, why are you upset?”
Jimin walked over to him slowly and put his arms around Yoongi’s neck. Pushed his body closer and kissed him.
Yoongi was taken aback, Jimin was usually not in the mood to make out like this.
“Woah, Jimin.”
His boyfriend answered in taking his limp arms and placing them over his body.
Yoongi frowned. This was not something Jimin was comfortable with and he knew it. He knew his Jimin and his Jimin never liked to be touched in the way he implied Yoongi to touch him now. Jimin was not even attracted to him sexually and was sex repulsed. Even simple touches could sometimes be too harsh for his boy.
“Jimin stop.” Yoongi turned his head.
“No.” Jimin found his lips once more and kissed him harshly.
Yoongi took a hold on Jimin’s arms which were clinging to his neck and pushed him away.
“No,” Jimin cried, “don’t stop.”
Jimin fought hard to release himself from Yoongi’s grip, completely vivid and through closed eyes came big tears.
“Jimin, you are scaring me.” Yoongi raised his voice in panic. “What’s going on? Jimin, talk to me.”
His boyfriend gave up and hung his head low.
“Please,” he cried, “please, have sex with me. Let me… let me give you pleasure.”
Yoongi stilled. What happened? What had happened to make Jimin do this.
“Sweetie, I won’t do that.” Yoongi released his grip on Jimin’s arms and took him into his embrace where he let Jimin cry as hard as he could.
“Why!?” He screamed.
“Because, you don’t want to, baby.”
Jimin nodded. “I must.”
Yoongi kissed Jimin’s hair.
“You must not do anything baby. Why are you feeling like this? What has happened?” Yoongi tilted Jimin’s broken face upward and stroked his chin gently. “Sweetie, please tell me what has happened.”
“You love me right?”
Yoongi gave him a confused look.
“Baby of course I do, you are my everything. Why do you feel like this?”
Jimin sank down onto the floor and Yoongi followed him down, taking his boyfriend closer to his chest.
“They were talking at work,” Jimin hiccupped, “about… how a man needs sexual pleasure to stay in love.” More tears ran down his cheek. “I just don’t want you to quit loving me.”
“Who the fuck told you that?” Yoongi closed his arms tighter around his Jimin.
“They didn’t say it to me… but I overheard it.”
Jimin clutched against Yoongi’s bicep and Yoongi stroked his hair.
“They spoke about someone wanting to leave their partner because she couldn’t give him sex and that had made him feel so sad that he doesn’t love her anymore. I don’t want you to leave me.” The younger whispered.
“But, sweetie…” Yoongi spoke. “I will never leave you. Never. You are my life baby and I don’t need sex to be pleased, because you give me so much love I don’t want it.”
“But… you get hard.”
Yoongi coughed. “Yes, but baby you are not really making it easy for me with your tricks.”
Jimin giggled quietly and Yoongi melted at the sound.
“That’s right sweetie.” He kissed Jimin’s hair. “No more sadness. I love you and I will continue to love you as long as you want me.”
Yoongi stood up and grabbed Jimin’s arms to help him stand up as well and led him to their bedroom.
“Let’s cuddle. OK.”
“Is it enough?”
“It’s more than enough baby.”
Yoongi undressed Jimin’s upper body and took off his own shirt, he knows Jimin loves skin to skin contact. He took a hold on Jimin’s shoulder and fell down on the bed. From the position he spread a blanket over them and Jimin sighed in content.
Jimin’s warm chest flushed against his own and Jimin’s lips on his collarbone… how could he ever beg for more?
“I love you.” Jimin sighed.
Yoongi kissed Jimin’s forehead.
“I love you too.”
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