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“I miss you, love,” Jimin mumbles, pressing the phone tighter to his ear. His gaze shifts, ending up on the sweater hung over the chair on his desk—Yoongi’s sweater.
“I miss you, too, Min-ah.” Yoongi sighs, and Jimin pouts in agony, shifting his gaze to the polaroid of them on his desk. Cheeks pressed together, lips curled into silly smiles. “It’s only two more weeks, then I’ll be in your arms again.” Yoongi puts his voice higher, trying hard to focus on the positives.
Jimin, on the other hand, has been suffering ever since opened his eyes two hours ago. A long distance relationship is all nice and fun until it isn’t anymore. Meeting again after weeks—months—is a feeling Jimin couldn’t put into words. Every moment they get to share in reality is special and treasured, always making him run high on all the love and affection he feels for this man.
But then there’s the breaks. The weeks of having to wait to finally be able to touch his boyfriend again, see him in reality, and not be tied to devices—the suffering it takes for those moments to feel special.
It always sucks—but especially today, it’s so much worse: it’s their five year anniversary.
Originally, Yoongi wanted to come for a visit and stay a couple of days—Jimin has been anticipating it—until a week ago, his work denied him his vacation thanks to the lack of employees. Yoongi argued a lot and tried whatever he could to get his days off. In the end, he managed to trade it out and get vacation two weeks later—which is still amazing, and Jimin still looks forward to it, but it’s not the same. It’s not their anniversary.
“Yeah, two more weeks. And now we get to spend our anniversary without each other because your stupid boss doesn’t know how to do his job,” Jimin mutters, rolling his eyes. He moves on to the next polaroid, which shows another silly selfie.
“Keep your chin up, Min. I promise, we’ll make the best out of it. Okay?”
Polaroid number three. A photo Jimin took when they video called. Yoongi on the screen of his laptop, their hands placed in a way that resembles a heart, each of them forming one half.
“Just to make this clear: I’m blaming your stupid work, not you, baby.” Jimin could never blame his sweet and caring boyfriend. Not after all the effort he put into trying to make it work out. “I’ll try and see the positives, promised.”
“I’ll be back right after my shift, okay?” A moment of silence passes, the words lingering between them. “I love you, Min-ah. With my whole heart.”
“Love you, too…” He pouts, lowering the phone as soon as Yoongi hangs up.
His gaze wanders through the room, trying to find something he could keep himself busy with for the next few hours. After a few unsuccessful minutes, he presses his face into his pillow, covers himself with his blanket, and tries to catch up on the lack of sleep from bawling his eyes out half the night.
Reason number hundred why this situation sucks: Jimin wasn’t able to cancel his vacation anymore.
Later that day, when Jimin has woken up, had breakfast, and went for a quick run to keep up with his workout routine, he finds new messages from Yoongi on his phone, sent not long ago. He clicks on them in curiosity, brows raising.
Yoongi: I’ve a little surprise for you, promise you gonna love it
Yoongi: I’ll call around 6PM, get your laptop ready, and wine maybe (I will)
Jimin: sounds exciting, baby
Jimin: which wine, I wanna get the same :3
A minute later, Yoongi sends him the brand—Jimin quickly realizes he doesn’t have it at home, so he heads to a nearby store to buy it. (He also gets a few other things that remind him of Yoongi to both feel closer to him and be annoyed by having to be alone with them.)
Most of the time until 6PM, Jimin spends wondering what exactly Yoongi’s planning. There’s a variety of options, and he just can’t decide which one he’d like the most—Yoongi said he’d love it, so it has to be something good, after all. He settles with letting himself get surprised at some point.
At 6PM, Jimin sits at his desk, laptop and wine ready—just like Yoongi told him to. He impatiently spins the chair he’s sitting on, waiting and anticipating that incoming call of his boyfriend. He’s nosy—having to wait to find out what this could be about is like torture for him.
The sound of an incoming call rips him out of his daydreams a couple of minutes later; he picks up in an instant, eyes glued to the screen as it connects. It’s voice only yet, but Jimin knows for a fact that’s gonna change sooner or later—they only call like this when they turn on their camera.
“You’ve had me waiting for ages,” Jimin says, pulling one leg up the chair and hugging it to his chest. “You know how nosy I am!”
“It’s gonna be worth it,” Yoongi replies, his voice pleasing the part of Jimin that misses him a tiny little bit.
“What is this about now?” Jimin’s gaze flinches to the wine bottle, and he begins to contemplate. “A romantic, long distance, candle light dinner?” Yoongi huffs, and Jimin can’t help but join in with a little chuckle.
“I would’ve told you to get food if that was the case,” Yoongi retorts. “I like that, though. You should continue to guess.”
“Will you give me a few hints? Pretty please?” Jimin puts his voice extra pouty, knowing damn well how easy it is to get Yoongi with that.
“Fine. It’s gonna require my webcam, your pretty voice, and one more thing that’s in your room.”
Jimin squints at the screen of his laptop, trying hard to connect the dots while wondering if he’s just slow. Something from his room…he has a lot of unnecessary belongings in here. A habit, unfortunately, keeping and collecting whatever catches his eye.
“Min-ah, come on!” Yoongi laughs after a minute, and Jimin pulls his other leg up, resting his chin on his knees.
“You’re confusing me, baby! I've got a lot of stuff in my room!” He looks around, damning himself when he realizes he forgot to tidy it, once again.
“Okay, okay. Do you remember what we talked about a few weeks ago? There’s something I was a little curious about but ended up discarding. You were encouraging me a lot,” Yoongi goes on, giving him so many hints it has to be obvious by now.
Jimin thinks for another moment, and then it suddenly clicks. His eyes grow, his lips parting because, if it’s what he’s currently thinking about—oh, he’ll forget about all the suffering.
“Baby, you did not- oh, fuck.” Jimin pushes his chair back, running a hand through his hair, desperately praying he did. If that’s the case, then his boyfriend is currently sitting in his room, wearing lingerie—or something similar to it.
Around a month ago, Yoongi mentioned that curiosity, and Jimin was entirely here for it. Just the mere thought of seeing him dressed in lace and silk straps got him so much he wanted to go buy something and send it to him almost immediately. It was Yoongi who ended up giving up on it because he was convinced he’d be uncomfortable—Jimin respected that, of course.
“Turn on your cam, baby. Let me see,” Jimin blurts out, receiving a soft chuckle in return.
“You gotta get that last thing first—I worded it badly, that’s my fault. Your phone, Min-ah,” Yoongi decides, and Jimin is on his feet in an instant, hurrying to his bed. He gets it from the nightstand before jumping back on his chair, impatient and curious.
“Phone’s there, love. Come on, don’t be a tease.” Jimin waits and waits, and a few seconds later, the three dots show the video is currently connecting. Yoongi’s arm—from turning on his camera—is his primary view at first, which changes as soon as he drops back down in his chair, gaze narrowed to the lens.
How breathing works? Jimin doesn’t know anymore.
A loose, see-through silk top covering his chest and belly, already hinting what’s underneath. Black straps arranged underneath his chest, up to his shoulders and around his throat. His crotch is covered by short panties, one strap above the band, around his belly. His black hair, cut in shoulder length, is curled and tucked into a messy half-up bun, a white ribbon on the hair tie.
“Do you like your present?” Yoongi asks, voice low. He pulls one knee up on the chair to rest his arm on it, letting Jimin see the rest. White thigh highs, one more strap around his thigh.
“Baby, you look ethereal! Holy shit—that's so fucking attractive!” Jimin chokes out, incapable of believing he’s even allowed to call this guy his boyfriend. He looks angelic, like a piece of art made to attract. "Let me see all of it, love." Jimin straightens his spine, hands gripping the armrests of his chair. This has to be the hottest thing Yoongi ever did. Everything he does gets Jimin worked up—but this, this reaches a whole other level.
Yoongi rises to his feet with a little smirk, pushing the chair to the side to have enough space. With a smooth turn, he lets Jimin see his back, hands running up his own sides. The straps on his shoulder and chest continue on his shoulder blades, the one on his belly has another white ribbon on it, and the panties are short, perfectly outlining his ass.
“Fuck, that’s so incredibly sexy.” Jimin draws in a deliberate breath, arousal rushing through his cells just by getting to look at him. “That’s the most beautiful present you could’ve given me.”
“I’m glad you like it, Min-ah.” Yoongi turns back around, Jimin’s gaze lingering on the outline of his cock that shows through the thin fabric as he reaches for his chair again. Upon sitting down, Jimin notices his brows knitting slightly. The remaining unresolved points finally add up, his hand reaching for his phone immediately. “Want you to have a happy day either way…so you can tell me whatever you want me to do,” Yoongi goes on, eyes languidly glued to the lens. He ghosts his fingertips over his belly, teasingly tucking them underneath the band of his panties.
“You’re so goddamn hot, baby.” Jimin accesses the app without a word, lips curling into a knowing smirk when he sees it connect right away—Yoongi’s been planning this. He places his phone in front of him, reaching for the bottle of wine to pour it into his glass.
“All for you, Min-ah.”
“Baby’s been drinking without me already, huh?” Jimin guesses, given the obvious flush on his cheeks. It makes him look even more desirable—for a brief moment, Jimin damns the fact that he can’t be next to him right now, be the one who tucks his fingers underneath the silk fabric. He better appreciate getting to see rather than letting his mood get dragged.
“Only one glass, promised—let's drink the next one together.” Yoongi reaches for his own bottle and glass, opening it in Jimin’s field of view.
What a lovely opportunity for Jimin’s next step.
“That’s an amazing idea—hold on.” Jimin quickly moves his things around until his phone is out of view. Then, he turns on his own camera, offering his boyfriend a silly smile. “M’ not as fancied up as you are, unfortunately.” He offers him a three-sixty of his own outfit, laughing softly at the lazy sweatpants and way too big shirt.
“Hey, that’s my shirt—that’s enough to make you look out of this world,” Yoongi tells him, hand covering his mouth. He pushes the chair closer to his desk to have better access, wrapping his hand around the bottle.
Jimin doesn’t yet do the same; he keeps his eyes on Yoongi, and he waits—waits until he’s raised the bottle to pour the liquid into his glass.
“I was thinking, for later we could-” A whimper cuts him short, his body tensing up together with it—and Jimin smirks because he loves it when he’s right.
“Cute.” Jimin chuckles, watching as the wine hits anything but the glass. Quickly, Yoongi puts the bottle back down, chest rising in a heavy breath.
“I thought you’d take longer to figure it out,” Yoongi manages, biting his lip when Jimin clicks on his phone again.
“When you sat down, I knew.” Needing his phone has already been enough for Jimin to know they’d make use of the toy he gifted him not long ago: a vibrator he can control with his phone, even from the distance. He’s been sure Yoongi’d let him watch as he puts it in—little did he know he’d already have it inside and wait for it.
“Fuck…” Yoongi scoots forward on his chair, pushing his back against it. He whimpers again, more focused this time. “You’re a tease, Min-ah.” The straps on his thighs strain as he clenches them, digging into his skin.
“You should clean up, love-” Jimin clicks something on his phone again, putting it on the lowest setting for now. “-I’ll go gentle on you for now, pinkie promise.” He shows Yoongi his pinkie finger, wiggling it a little.
After a reassuring glance, Yoongi’s hand disappears left from the field of view, returning with a tissue to wipe off the wine he poured. He’s already a little unfocused from the low vibration, Jimin can tell from the way he lazily wipes over the table surface rather than cautiously cleaning like he usually does.
“Let's get that glass together now. My baby needs to get a little tipsy, hm?” Jimin—and Yoongi, too—fills his glass with the crimson liquid, raising it to imply a cheers before taking a small sip. “So, you were thinking?”
“Thinking—right. Once you’re done with me, we could get comfortable...enjoy the remaining evening together. I still got a second present for you, actually,” Yoongi says, a heavy exhale following.
“Sounds lovely. You’re lucky I’m too distracted to get nosy about it now.” Jimin looks him up and down for a millionth time, never getting enough of it. All the black straps are a perfect contrast to his pale skin, and the ribbons are just so insanely adorable. “How about we get rid of that unnecessary fabric first. It’s incredibly sexy, but it’s troubling my view.”
Yoongi sits up right away, to get his back away from the chair, and reaches for the hem of the loose top, only pulling it up until it’s just underneath his chest. “Do I get something in return? Please?” He peeks over his arm, eyes big and blazing with want.
“How could I deny you when you’re asking this nicely?” Jimin grips the neckline of his shirt, smoothly pulling it over his head in one go. By the time he’s out of the fabric, he finds Yoongi lazily resting against the chair again, his chest fully exposed.
“So pretty,” Yoongi claims with another bite on his lip. “I can’t wait to see you in reality again.”
“Me neither—but for now that’s all I can give you.” Jimin leans forward, reaching for his phone to higher the vibration level. “And that. I can give you that, too.”
Yoongi’s face scrunches up, head falling back with a moan. He squirms in place, though Jimin can’t quite tell whether he’s trying to chase after it or get away. “Ngh-…want that, yeah.” He rocks his hips forward, causing friction with the soft fabric of the panties.
“You’re turning me on so goddamn much.” Jimin pushes his fist into his thigh, fighting off the urge to already touch himself—he wants to enjoy it a little longer, see Yoongi lose it first. “Is there something that sounds pleasurable to you, baby? Imma guide you through it, but you should have your fun as well.” Jimin gladly takes over the talking part, as soon as Yoongi gives him a vague idea. It’s their anniversary, after all.
“Mnnh, need more inside…wanna feel more,” Yoongi mumbles, eyes meeting Jimin’s through the camera. His hands are gripping the armrests, full body tensed up, the straps straining perfectly—a fucking piece of art.
“Yeah, let’s do that.” Jimin takes another sip from his wine and lowers the setting to make it easier for him.
Yoongi, after taking a deep breath, gets up from his chair, offering Jimin another perfect glimpse of his ass as he steps out of the frame. A minute later, he returns with another toy and a bottle of lube, placing it on the desk.
“Get yourself ready first, love,” Jimin tells him, and Yoongi hums, fingers tucking underneath the band of the panties right away. “No—keep them on. Just pull them to the side.” It'd be such a waste to remove them when he put so much effort into looking pretty for him.
Yoongi looks up at him, and a moment later, he actually lets go of them. He scoots forward on the chair, one leg still up, and pulls the fabric out of the way. Before he proceeds, he eagerly reaches for his glass of wine, emptying the remaining liquid. Jimin turns off the vibrations for now, so Yoongi can pull it out.
“Actually-” Jimin stops Yoongi from putting it aside, gaze lingering on his cock straining the fabric. “-Put it on your cock, can you do that?”
“You need to be nice with it, Minie. You know how sensitive I am.” Yoongi waits for a nod before slipping it inside the panties, placing it against the underside of his cock. He proceeds quickly, lubing up two of his fingers. One hand grips the armrest while the other slips between his legs. His chest stops heaving for a moment, head falling back as he jerks both his fingers inside right away. (The vibrator already loosened him up quite well, almost matching the size.)
“That’s beautiful, baby,” Jimin encourages as he twists his wrist, ripping a deep groan from himself. He keeps his gaze on his thigh, feeling himself get addicted to seeing the strap strain.
“You like watching me?” Yoongi pushes his fingers deeper, back arching off the chair. He pulls his other leg up as well, knees parted.
“It’s a lovely visualization of what I’m going to do with you in two weeks. Only fourteen more days, then it’s going to be my fingers working you loose again.” Jimin can’t help but smirk, pleased by Yoongi reacting to his words with a higher whine. His eyes flinch to the second toy—an average sized dildo—he brought earlier, a new idea coming up his mind. “Let me see you suck it, baby. Can you do that for me?” Jimin raises the glass to his lips, filling his mouth with some more of the sweet wine. It’s fruity, only turning bitter as soon as he swallows.
“Whatever you want.” Yoongi wraps his hand around the base of the toy, raising it without hesitation and wrapping his lips around the head. He keeps it like that at first, obviously struggling with doing both at the same time. By stilling the fingers inside himself, he manages to focus enough to push it deeper into his mouth—he keeps his head slightly tilted to the side to offer Jimin the best view.
“That, too, is going to be so much better in fourteen days. Are you excited already? Getting to suck my cock again?”
Yoongi hums around it, fixing the focus problem by picking up the same rhythm. He jerks his fingers inside himself and the dildo down his throat at the same pace, and Jimin fucking loves seeing all of this happen. Just to tease him—because he is a tease—he reaches for his phone, quickly setting up a low vibration. Yoongi’s eyes flutter close, thighs clenching around his wrist. It blocks Jimin’s view, but that’s okay for him—his reactions please him way more anyway.
“You’re doing good—you need to decide when it’s enough prep, yeah? I’ll let you take over on that one.” Jimin clenches his jaw, his dick almost hurting from pressing against his boxers. He pushes his back into the chair, trying hard to ignore it a little longer. Not yet. Just a tiny little bit more. If they were to be together right now, he wouldn’t get any stimulation yet either.
Yoongi hums again to acknowledge his words, a muffled choke following as he pushes the dildo deeper. His throat strains, sticking out more, as if the toy was causing it—a kind of view Jimin has never seen before. Usually, when his boyfriend has something shoved down his throat, he’s looking at him from above, focusing on his pretty face and unable to see that part anyway.
“That’s hot as fuck. Looking all sexy for me.” Another tap on his phone, and Yoongi clenches his jaw with a moan, teeth sinking into the silicone.
Jimin continues to verbally encourage him and toy around with the different settings (they’ve used it so rarely until now, he isn’t even familiar with all the different modes yet) while Yoongi gets himself ready, struggling a lot with all the other stuff going on at the same time.
“Min-ah,” Yoongi calls out as soon as he withdraws the dildo coated in his spit by now, breath heavy and unsteady. “S’ enough—I’m ready.”
“I’ll join you, hm? You’re leaving me no other choice.” Jimin hastily frees his cock from his clothes, catching a glimpse of Yoongi’s happy smile. (Yoongi loves to be praised, to be told he’s getting desired just so much—and Jimin loves desiring him just so much, tell him how hot he is.) Jimin’s camera cuts off on his belly, but his arm is enough for Yoongi to see what he’s doing anyway. He wraps a tight fist around the base, eyes glued to Yoongi as he drops his legs off the chair and rises enough to place the toy underneath him.
“Still no undressing?” he asks, voice soft and rushed, hand around the toy to keep it in place.
“No, wanna see you cum in them.” Jimin has a perfect vision here. His boyfriend, dressed in alluring lingerie, reduced to moans and whines with panties soaked in his own cum. He wants—needs to experience it this evening, see it, and use it to finish himself.
Yoongi coats the dildo in some more lube, keeping the panties on and pulling them to the side again. Keeping his hand on the base to make sure it stays in place, he slowly lowers himself onto it, moaning softly as it slips inside him. His fingers have been a good prep, but it’s a little bigger anyway, causing a slight, comfortable stretch.
“Can you hold it from behind? I’d be able to see it better.” Jimin bites his lip, and Yoongi hums, sitting up properly to try and do just that. By arching his back—letting Jimin see his ribs ridge underneath his skin—he manages to get a hold of it like that, continuing to sit down until it’s entirely buried inside him.
“Fuck—it’s so good,” he groans, experimentally jerking forward. Jimin has turned off the vibrations by now, knowing damn well he’d already be trembling with need if he kept them on. Not yet.
“Fuck yourself on it, love,” Jimin instructs, hand twitching around his own cock.
Yoongi grips the armrest for leverage, thighs tensing as he lifts his hips, just to drop back down and choke out a moan. He repeats it, over and over again; as soon as he settles with a certain pace, Jimin adapts to it, copying it for the fist he pumps over his own dick.
“Only two more weeks, Min-ah—” Yoongi dips his head, brows knitting together. “Can’t wait to feel you fill me up again…miss it so much—miss you so much.” His moans grow higher as Jimin turns on the vibrations again, hips twitching and troubling the pace for a moment.
“I miss you, too.” Jimin tries copying the interruption; although it’s delayed, it makes him feel closer to him anyway, as if they were to truly experience it together right now. He offers him a groan, head falling back. “You think you can take a little more?”
“Not for long, but I’ll try my best for you.” He raises his head again, locking eyes with Jimin, dropping down on the toy with more force.
“That’s my good boy.” Jimin raises the vibration level, eagerly watching him as he struggles. “Really, you’re awesome, baby. Thank you so much for that amazing present. It’s beautiful—you’re beautiful.” Jimin can't help but smile. He still can't really comprehend what's happening, admittedly. Just how lucky was he to pull a man so hot and sexy and stunning and beautiful—he fucking loves him.
Yoongi cries out in response, eyes squeezing shut. “Sorry—can’t help it.” He grips the toy from between his thighs again, slightly leaning forward to be able to move better. He eagerly fucks himself on it, his whole body tense, his head dipping again. His chest heaves with his shaky and frantic inhales, the ribbon in his hair jostling every time he drops down on the toy.
“S’ fine…I just want you to have a great time.” Jimin adapts to the faster pace, ripping a moan from his own throat. He interrupts for a moment to spit into his palm, a jolt of electricity rushing through his veins as he sees Yoongi stop as well a moment later.
The one to three second delay is cruel.
“I’m having a fantastic time-...fuck, so close.” Yoongi releases the armrest, helplessly gripping the edge of his desk instead. Jimin’s gaze narrows to it for a second; he clearly sees the silver glisten around his index, a ring he gifted him on their last anniversary. It's the wrong finger, but it short-circuits his nerves anyway.
“You can cum, love.” Jimin stares at the screen, eager to see him fall apart—to have his vision fulfilled.
“I might…ngh, yeah—I will.” He sinks down with force, and Jimin helps him by clicking on a more intense mode, making him push his head into his neck. Another moan, one more jerk, fingers pressing against the table surface—he turns silent, his hips still with the entire dildo inside (Jimin doesn’t copy it this time, too eager to chase after his own high) and his body shudders, his orgasm hitting him.
“I’m not going to turn it off yet—can you still take more for me?” Jimin has his free hand on his phone anyway, ready to stop the second his boyfriend tells him it’s enough.
“For you—for you! Can take it,” Yoongi claims within his next, overwhelmed moan, hips twitching. Instead of sitting still and enduring the indirectly forced overstimulation, he continues to jerk the toy inside him—a kind of pleasure Jimin has nothing to do with. He doesn’t drop down on it anymore, rather messily rocking his hips back and forth; it’s almost more pleasant to see, even.
“Good boy—so eager for cock, hm?” Jimin desperately fucks into his hand, constantly reminding himself of the fact that the panties are soaked in his cum—they’ll have to choose another color next time, one that lets him see it.
“It’s just so good…makes me feel so full, as if you were with me right now.” His body twitches again, and Jimin feels himself losing it in an instant. He frantically thrusts into his hand, finally managing to push himself over the edge.
“Almost—fuck! Gonna cum, love. Just from you-” His eyes squeeze shut, his hot cum hitting his own hand. He strokes himself through it, Yoongi’s overwhelmed moans additionally extending his high. This man's voice is a goddamn blessing. Whether it's moaning, whimpering, just casually talking to him—Jimin loves all of it. He could listen to him for an eternity, and he'd never get bored of it. He so desperately wants to hear those moans for an eternity.
A moment later, as Jimin raises his head again, he finds his boyfriend frozen in place, his moans turned to nothing but high whimpers. Both his hands are gripping the armrests, his chest heaving together with his pants.
“Oh, shit—my bad!” Jimin quickly fishes for his phone he dropped at some point, turning off the vibrations in an instant.
Yoongi relaxes somewhat, falling back against the chair. His eyes are closed, short breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. “That was amazing, Min-ah...I hope it’ll make up for the disappointment, at least a bit,” he manages, only lifting his hips to slip the dildo out of himself before dropping back down to collect himself.
“Oh, my love. I told you I’ve never blamed you in the first place. I know how hard you tried-” Jimin huffs, gaze trailing over the given view. “-And honestly, that fucking outfit would make up for anything.” The strap around his belly has slipped down by now while the rest is still in place, tight enough to leave subtle imprints on his pale skin.
“I can let you in on a little secret…but it’s going to ruin the surprise I was planning,” Yoongi says, lips curled into a little smile. “You hate surprises anyway, don’t you?”
“I’ll sit it out for you,” Jimin retorts, reaching for the wine bottle to drink out of it. Yoongi drawing in a breath to tell him about it is barely a surprise—he just loves telling Jimin about everything and anything too much to keep secrets for long.
“I’ll give you a hint: I wasn’t able to decide between two sets…the rest, you’ll find out in fourteen days.”
“Oh, I’ll anticipate it! I fucking love you!” Jimin can’t help but trail off to all the options for a little moment. If it’s something similar? Something totally different? The same color?
“Love you, too.” Yoongi sits up a moment later, the video interrupting. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, yeah? I just need to clean up and change, then I’ll get you your second present. Sounds good to you?”
“Sounds awesome. I’ll patiently wait.”
While Yoongi stays muted, Jimin moves on and cleans up as well, wiping the cum off his hand and belly, fixing his pants, and covering his chest with Yoongi’s shirt. A couple of minutes later, video and audio returns, drawing Jimin’s attention back to the screen. His boyfriend is back in casual clothes—all that remains is the half-up-bun and the white ribbon. Obvious exhaustion is written all over his face from both their actions and alcohol.
“I’m back—and I’m nervous.” Yoongi chuckles awkwardly, raising a handwritten note into the field of view. He only shows it for a moment, removing it before Jimin can read what’s on there. “I promise to you, I memorized the entire text—but I’m too cum-brained, and I really don’t want to mess it up.”
“It’s alright, love. You don’t have to be nervous.” Jimin plops down in his chair, smiling as Yoongi picks up the guitar and correctly settles it on his lap. It’s customized with a design Jimin made for him a while ago.
How fucking amazing it is to have a musician as boyfriend. And then one who loves to put his emotions into lyrics.
“I wrote it…for you. Kind of—quite obviously, I mean.” Yoongi shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “Nervous, like I said.”
“I’m all ears.”
Jimin leans his head back as Yoongi strums the strings steadily, playing a soft and warm melody. His voice remains just as calm, creating a harmony—a song that’s meant for no one but Jimin. It portrays all the love and affection he possesses for him, played with a melody that carries honesty and trust.
He does make sure to be affectionate in their daily life, but Jimin can’t deny that nothing feels as genuine and heartfelt as a song written for him. Lyrics, matched to a melody, that contain affection, passion, and admiration.
It contains love. A feeling Jimin will forever be grateful for.
It’s a true blessing, having a man like Yoongi love him.