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"It looks good."
Jimin turns to look at the man next to him, not sure if he heard that right.
"What?"
Yoongi vaguely waves at the television screen, his eyes not leaving the man in a black lace bodysuit that's performing a song on the screen. "The pattern of the lace is really nice."
Jimin's eyebrows shoot up at the uncharacteristic comment from his best friend. Yoongi seems strangely enraptured. So much so, that Jimin looks back at the screen to check if they're watching the same thing. Yes, they are. The man on the screen climbs what looks like a rodeo bull and stretches out his body, making the full pattern of the lace visible. A combination of black vines, leaves and flowers adorn the man's body. And yes, OK. Jimin can agree it looks good. But Jimin has always liked things like this. The delicate structure of lace has always caught his eye and when he was growing up he thought it was unfair that it was only reserved for women. Until he entered the rainbow community and discovered it's not.
But Yoongi? Yoongi has been his best friend for years and he has never seen him show interest in things like this. Never seen him show interest in lace, let alone wrapped around the male form. Yoongi is very straight. Typical guy hobbies too. Jimin has had to sit through one too many soccer matches to believe Yoongi would be anything but. But the sparkles in Yoongi's eyes while looking at this lace clad individual on screen makes Jimin doubt. He knows that look. That's a very not-straight look. Is Yoongi having an epiphany?
The light catches on the glitter of the suit and the man on screen turns into one big, sparkly, sensual gay icon. From the corner of his eye, Jimin can see Yoongi's mouth drop open, balling his fist as if to prevent himself from reaching out to touch. It's not like Yoongi could touch the man, but he looks so enraptured that it wouldn't surprise Jimin if he tried to climb through the screen just to let his hands roam over the soft lace.
Jimin snorts at the thought. This seems to bring Yoongi out of his reverie, as he asks "Huh, what?" Jimin almost laughs again, but instead he says "I was saying that the glitter looks really pretty."
"Yeah, yeah it does." Yoongi replies dazedly, eyes already drifting back to the screen to catch more of the visual, but the screen has moved to the presenters announcing the next song. He visibly deflates. He almost looks disappointed and Jimin's not sure how to feel about that. Sure, it's nice for Yoongi to find something he likes. Something new he didn't know he was into. He's just... I don't know. A bit jealous? Maybe there is a hint of disappointment that he wasn't the cause of Yoongi's gay awakening.
He'll admit it. He has nurtured a crush on Yoongi in the past. Maybe he still does, but only a little. It's just so hard to not find such a gentle, caring and reliable man attractive. What was he supposed to do? Not be attracted to him? HA!
Not to mention his face! So delicate and doll-like, with his sharp eyes, his long lashes, his cute nose and pouty lips that look like ripe fruits begging to be kissed. Ugh. And his hands! Big and veiny and if only Jimin could just once experience how they would feel on his skin. He would die a happy man. OK. So maybe his crush isn't gone and it isn't tiny. If anything it has only gotten worse over the years. Boyfriends have come and gone, but Yoongi has always stayed. He's his rock. Always by his side. Always there. Always so caring and lovely and just. Perfect.
Jimin drops his head in his hands and muffles a scream. He shouldn't think about Yoongi like that. Yoongi will never he his. He's going to be gay and single for the rest of his life if he keeps trying to find someone as perfect as Yoongi. He wished it was simpler. He wished he could just have Yoongi.
A light bulb pops up in his head. That's it!
If Yoongi is on the verge of a gay awakening, maybe all Jimin needs to do, is just give him one final push over the edge. Jimin turns towards his best friend. Yoongi looks at him funny. A mix of worry, confusion and maybe a hint of fear on his face as he regards the determined, near feral look on Jimin's face.
"What?"
Jimin wastes no time to sit up and prowl towards Yoongi's spot on the couch on his hands and knees. Eyes on the prize.
Yoongi gulps. "What's wrong, Jimin?"
Jimin grins. It's wild and hungry and Yoongi seems at a loss. Jimin let's his hand slide over Yoongi's chest and needs to stop himself from cupping Yoongi's pecs, because God they look nice, but they feel even better under his finger tips.
"So, you like lace huh?"
"I-I guess?" Yoongi sputters, eyes not leaving Jimin's. He's completely stunned under Jimin's attention. Jimin pushes his bottom lip out in a fake pout and he sees Yoongi's eyes snap to them for just a split second as if he is afraid Jimin would notice. Ofcourse he does.
"How come you never told me, hyung?" His fingers play with the collar of Yoongi's dress shirt and he can see the man's Adam's apple bob. "I just-"
"Want to see mine?" Jimin interrupts, eyes cast down to Yoongi's chest, afraid to see his response. Afraid to be rejected.
"Sorry, wha-?" Yoongi's voice breaks. "You-"
Jimin looks up and finds confusion and disbelief mixed in his wide eyes, but there is also a spark of excitement. A spark of hope.
"You have that?" Yoongi manages to utter, though shakily. Jimin can't help the smug smile tugging on his lips. "I sure do~ Wanna see it?"
"I- y-yes." Yoongi says, completely overwhelmed at this sudden turn of events. "Yes, I do."
Jimin grins happily. He took the bait!
"Come on!" he says, slapping Yoongi's thigh and hurrying to his bedroom. Yoongi stands in the door opening, seemingly nervous and unsure of himself. He fidgets with his hands, while Jimin rummages through his closet. He flinches when Jimin suddenly emits a small "yes!" upon finding the target article of clothing. And then Jimin's hands are on his shoulder, guiding him towards the bed, pressing down to make him sit.
"I'll be right back." He winks, deviously.
Jimin's never actually worn his lace bodysuit for anyone. It was never the right occasion.
OK, he's lying. It was never the right person. He bought it on a whim, because it was pretty and made him feel sexy when he tried it on in the store. It shows off all the right curves and edges, highlights the muscles on his thighs and his slim waist, the curve of his ass. He never got round to wearing it, because it felt silly just wearing it for himself. And somehow the boyfriends he had never felt worthy enough. He knows he looks good in it. Fucking amazing actually. And he wants to be sure the person seeing him in it truly appreciates the gift he bestows upon them. He wants them to make him feel as treasured as he knows he deserves. And the only person who has ever managed that so far is just one person.
Yoongi.
So it seems fitting that Jimin is now stripping himself naked, only to tug up a black thong and a black lace bodysuit adorned with glittery stars for that exact person. Biting his lip, he pushes down the nervousness that wells up in his chest at the thought that Yoongi might not like what he sees. No, no time for insecurities. He slaps his cheeks. You rock, Jimin. You are sexy and irresistible and Yoongi won't know what hit him.
He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, before he opens the door to the bedroom and splays himself in the door opening, making sure the light catches his best features, a seductive smirk on his face. Yoongi's eyes practically pop out of his head, mouth dropping open as he rakes his eyes over Jimin's body, over and over and over again. Hmm, I guess that's good news.
Jimin doesn't stay there for long. Gotta keep the element of surprise on his side. He saunters over to where Yoongi is sitting, swaying his hips in a way he knows is distracting and it seems to work as Yoongi can't tear his eyes away from them. He stops right in front of Yoongi, his legs just a hair's breath away from touching Yoongi's. And when Yoongi looks up, he leans in, hovering his face close and whispering "What do you think?"
But Yoongi isn't even looking at him. Well, not at his eyes anyways. Yoongi's eyes are glued to the lace stretching over Jimin's skin, his hands reaching out to gently skim over the fabric in wonderment. And oh, Jimin didn't realize he could feel so sensitive under Yoongi's touch. Under Yoongi's gentle fingers ghosting over his skin. Light, warm touches over his hips sending shivers down his spine.
He didn't realize a gasp had escaped his lips, until Yoongi murmurs "Such pretty sounds you make, Jimin-ah." And he feels mortified. Because he was supposed to leave Yoongi stunned, but now he's getting carried away himself. He doesn't have time to mull over it though, because suddenly Yoongi's fingers on his hips tighten and he throws Jimin on the bed, his body hovering over him.
"Such a pretty sight." Yoongi whispers against the bare skin of his neck and Jimin feels dazed, barely comprehending what's happening as Yoongi's nimble fingers slide over every inch of his body, discovering, adoring, worshipping. He traces the lines of every starburst in the pattern of the fabric and Jimin is going insane. He's going insane because he feels so sensitive and on edge and every touch shoots lightning through his veins and the fact that it'sYoongi makes it a hundred times worse. He gasps every time Yoongi touches a particularly sensitive spot and tries his hardest to stifle a moan when Yoongi starts adding his mouth to the fray. The demon.
He places open-mouthed kisses all over Jimin's body, making the fabric wet with saliva and leaving Jimin reeling under the tingling sensation of the cold air when he moves to the next spot. It becomes impossible to hold back when Yoongi moves his mouth over to Jimin's nipple and slides his tongue over the bud with no mercy. Jimin moans loudly, arching his back under Yoongi's relentless attack and gripping his hair so the man won't escape. Yoongi chuckles against his skin and Jimin kinda feels like hitting him if he wasn't so good with his tongue. He might need to make use of that later.
Yoongi's arms slide around Jimin's waist and he hoists him up into his lap, mouth never leaving Jimin's nipples. God, this man.
"So pretty." Another praise against his skin. "God, you're so pretty."
And this makes Jimin tingle for a whole different reason, because really? Yoongi finds him pretty? He feels warmth bubble up in his chest and he laughs. Pure, unadultered joy escaping him.
Yoongi's sharp eyes meet his own. "What?" He's been asking that a lot today.
"Just. I'm happy." Jimin grins back.
Yoongi looks sceptical. "Weirdo."
Jimin's grin only widens. "You love it."
Yoongi shrugs, looking away and mumbling "Maybe I do."
Jimin barely catches the words. "What was that? You love me?"
He leans over to try and catch Yoongi's gaze. Yoongi keeps his head down, toying with the fabric on Jimin's chest. "Only if you wear this for me more often."
Jimin can't help but laugh. "You like it that much huh?" He says, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Pfft." Yoongi looks so done, but his next words surprise Jimin. "Have you seen yourself? You know you look hot. And this is just the front."
And that takes Jimin's breath away, because Yoongi thinks he's hot? And-
"Wait, wha- You have a thing for my ass?" He blurts out unceremoniously.
The deadpan look on Yoongi's face is enough of an answer. "Yes I happen to have a thing for this wiggly piece of flesh you carry around with you everywhere and flaunt in my face any chance you get." He deadpans, adding to his point by spreading his big hands over Jimin's ass, and oh. Jimin had kinda forgotten what position they were in. He suddenly realizes just how little clothes he's wearing and how close his crotch is to Yoongi's and how big and all-encompassing his hands feel on his skin. He swallows hard.
"Really?" Yoongi prompts, when Jimin buries his face in Yoongi's neck. His arms snake around Jimin's waist in some sort of loose embrace. "This is the moment you get shy?"
Yoongi has a point, but Jimin doesn't care so he responds with a mix between a whine and a grumble. "Leave me alone, bully."
"That's not what you want, and you know it." He sounds so certain, that Jimin can't help but challenge him. He looks at him defiantly, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
"What do I want then, huh?"
"Hmm" Yoongi's finger tap Jimin's side in thought. "I'm pretty sure you want to kiss me." And oh, OK. He might have a point there.
"What makes you think you deserve my kisses?" He counters anyways, always enjoying pushing Yoongi's buttons.
Yoongi brings his face close to Jimin's, his lips hovering ever so close. All Jimin has to do is lean in. But he won't, he won't let him win so easily.
"What makes you think I don't?" Yoongi breathes over his lips and God it's so hard to resist the temptation. Fuck it. Jimin dives in, lips pressed hard against Yoongi's own as his arms snake around Yoongi's neck, his hands gripping Yoongi's nape. He has waited long enough. He deserves to treat himself. So he does. Oh boy, he does. He kisses Yoongi deeply, pressing against those sweet cherry lips again and again until they open up enough for him to slip his tongue in. Taking taking taking. He can't get enough of the feeling of Yoongi's tongue curling against his own and the soft little sounds he emits during their sensual exchange.
"Mmm I could get used to this." Yoongi groans against his lips.
"Could you now?" Jimin smiles back, pecks his lips once more for good measure.
"If you let me." Yoongi smiles back.
"Is that a proposal?" Yoongi rolls his eyes and smacks Jimin's ass. He could get used to that, alright.
"You always take things too far."
Jimin giggles. "Alright alright. You know, I just might let you." Another peck to Yoongi's lips. He could do this all day.
Yoongi pulls back. "Excuse me, 'might'?" He raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me I need to earn it?"
Jimin puts on his most innocent expression, finger pressing down on his bottom lip. "Mmmmaaaaybe~"
The next moment he yelps as his back hits the mattress again, Yoongi's hand wrapped firmly around his hips, lips curled into a growl. God, he never knew Yoongi could be like this. That he could take control like this. So in charge. So fucking hot.
"Guess I'll have to show you I'm worth it." He growls, voice sounding so deep it vibrates through Jimin's body. Or maybe he's just trembling in anticipation of what's to come. And he must say, Yoongi doesn't disappoint. Yoongi thoroughly worships Jimin's body, not leaving an inch of uncaressed skin. And when he thinks he can't take it anymore, when he almost begs Yoongi to give him a break, Yoongi moves on to prove to Jimin just how good he is with his tongue.
Perfect, as Jimin so happens to find out. Just like everything else about Yoongi.
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So when they're watching the final of the song contest two days later with friends, he doesn't hesitate to kiss Yoongi on the lips before he plops down on the couch, leaning into his space.
He's met with a squeek.
Looking over to the origin of the sound, he is met with Hoseok's disbelieving stare, a finger pointing in his direction. "Did you see that, Namjoon?"
"I sure did." Namjoon replies, leaning back against his seat.
"What?" Jimin asks.
Hoseok's finger points from Jimin to Yoongi and back. "What's going on between you two? You weren't usually this mushy mushy."
And the moment Jimin realizes, he flushes. They hadn't actually discussed what they were, let alone telling their friends. Embarrassed, he moves to turn to Yoongi, afraid he's made him uncomfortable by being so forward without thinking. But before he can, Yoongi's arm swings over Jimin's shoulder, making him flinch, and he's pulled back against Yoongi's chest.
"We're boyfriends." Yoongi casually says over Jimin's shoulder, his hand softly stroking Jimin's chest.
"WHAAAAAAT?!" Hoseok screams, alternating between frantically waving his arm at them and hitting Namjoon in the chest. Namjoon grunts. "When did that happen?!"
Jimin is 100% sure he's blushing, but he can't say he minds when Yoongi so determinedly lays his claim on him.
"We, uh-" Jimin tries to start explaining, but he's not sure how. Yoongi ruffles his hair, whispering an "It's OK, I got this." in his ear, before grabbing the remote and leaning back again, keeping Jimin close. He ups the volume of the TV, directing one pointed glare in Hoseok's direction. "Shut up, the show's starting."
He's met with indignant sputtering. Then he directs himself to Namjoon. "Joon, reel in your man."
Jimin is momentarily stunned by Yoongi's confident and possessive display, but soon they all get distracted by the performances on the TV and the evening progresses without further disruptions. Nevertheless, Jimin can't help the blush on his cheeks when the song with the lace bodysuit starts up again. Looking over at Yoongi, he's happy to find him in the same predicament. Yoongi meets his eyes and gives him a small smile, lacing their fingers together on his lap. A secret shared between them. And Jimin can honestly say he's never been happier than in this moment.
All thanks to Eurovision.
- The End -