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Yoongi yawns as he rests his chin on his palm. A quick glance at the clock tells him it’s only been two minutes since he last checked. He really needs a coffee to get through the remainder of the working day.

He should count himself lucky, he supposes. Things could be worse.

After all, the office is and modern with sleek architecture and up-to-date equipment. It has a good location in Seoul surrounded by popular restaurants and bars. Plenty of comfortable couches to nap on in the break room, too.

Yoongi would expect nothing less. He works for BTS - known to some as Byplay Talent Software - a well-established company with more money than they know what to do with.

It’s Yoongi’s job to sell BTS’ human resources software to clients across the globe. Not his dream job by a long shot, but he makes a hefty commission while doing it. Needless to say, the pay is pretty decent.

It helps when you’re good at your job, of course. A smirk tugs at Yoongi’s lips.

Their team works well together, which is another plus. Some of them he might even call his friends. There’s Taehyung, Hoseok and Seokjin, all sales representatives who get on with their own business quietly and don’t cause Yoongi any problems. There’s the new intern, Jungkook, a bright-eyed boy from Busan who knows their coffee orders by heart. Namjoon is their managing director, a mostly level-headed guy who keeps everything in order. And then there’s Park Jimin.

The insufferable Park Jimin. Senior sales rep, and huge pain in Yoongi’s ass.

He alone is the reason this job sucks.

For as long as Yoongi can remember, he and his colleague have been at each other's throats. Park Jimin is cocky and annoying on his best days, and completely abominable on his worst.

Is it because they’re the only two seniors on the team? Is Jimin threatened by him? Yoongi really hopes so. The numbers speak for themselves.

Yoongi eyes their team’s wall-mounted sales scoreboard as he leans back in his desk chair. Sixth is Jeon Jungkook, fifth is Kim Taehyung, Kim Seokjin fourth, third place Jung Hoseok, second place Min Yoongi—

Hold on. Second place?!

Yoongi’s mouth falls open. What the fuck? Where it should say his name in the glittering first position, it instead says…

“Something wrong?” Park Jimin asks sarcastically from behind him. Yoongi grits his teeth.

“Nope,” he responds curtly as he turns back to his computer.

“You were checking out the board, right?” Jimin presses on with a conniving smile, leaning right over Yoongi's desk to get his attention. “Guess what? I just closed a huge deal!”

“Good for you,” Yoongi grumbles, avoiding eye contact. Goddamn it. How is Jimin always able to get ahead of him?

“It is very good for me,” Jimin responds with a light, evil chuckle. “Now I can finally buy that hot tub I’ve been wanting.”

When Jimin makes no move to leave him alone, Yoongi lets out a low sigh.

“Get lost. I’m busy.”

“Not busy enough, apparently,” Jimin responds with a confident shrug as he gestures to the scoreboard. He makes a point of knocking Yoongi's pencil pot off his desk before he saunters away. Bastard.

Jimin snaps his fingers impatiently as he makes his way back to his desk. “Jungkook-ah! Where’s my coffee?!” He calls out. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Don’t let him get to you.”

Yoongi turns in his chair to regard Hoseok as he approaches. His colleague kindly picks his pencil pot up from the floor and returns it to its rightful place.

Yoongi digs his tongue into his cheek. “Does it look like I am?”

Hoseok offers him a tight smile in lieu of a response.

“Fuck. He’s just so…” Yoongi sighs frustratedly. Infuriating is a word that comes to mind. He’s really not one to lose his cool, but he can’t help himself around Park Jimin.

“I get it. He can be pretty obnoxious,” Hoseok admits with a short chuckle as he perches himself by the end of Yoongi’s desk. “I think he’s using you as an outlet.”

Yoongi quirks a brow. “Oh?”

“I think he’s just stressed,” Hoseok suggests. “You know how he gets during peak season.”

“So I’m supposed to just allow him to shit all over me? Fat chance.”

“I didn’t say that—I just mean…” Hoseok sighs as he crosses one ankle over the other. “You don’t need me to tell you, hyung. Just…I’m here if you need anything, okay?”

Yoongi purses his lips with a small nod. “…a coffee?”

“Oh, you’re taking that literally,” Hoseok lets out a string of bright laughter as he pushes himself off the desk. “Sure. I’ll make it, I think Jungkookie deserves a break.”

“Poor guy…” Yoongi mutters under his breath as he turns back to his computer.

/////

“Afternoon, everyone. Please take your seats,” Namjoon orders as he stands at the front of the meeting room. Jungkook makes a beeline for Namjoon with a mug clasped between his palms.

“Here!” He smiles, eyes shining brightly as he holds the mug out to his manager.

“Oh. Thanks, but I’m only drinking decaf—”

“It is decaf,” Jungkook assures him with a quick nod. “Black. Two sugars.”

Namjoon’s dimples pop with a short chuckle. He takes the mug with a grateful smile. “Thanks. Take a seat.”

Yoongi watches as Jungkook happily plops down into the empty seat next to Taehyung. He huffs a breath. Yoongi already knows that won’t go down well.

Namjoon does a quick head count under his breath, eyebrows furrowing. “Where’s Jimin?”

“I think he went to the bathroom!” Taehyung pipes up with a raised hand.

“Again?” Seokjin snorts a laugh. “How many times does he have to fix his hair?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, grumbling, “I wish his hair would fall out, maybe then he’d stop being so full of–”

The meeting room door swings open with a flourish.

“I’m here!” Jimin announces his presence, a sound that grates on Yoongi’s ears. His eyes scan the seat next to Kim Taehyung as Yoongi braces himself.

“Oh,” Jimin scoffs, tapping Jungkook on the back a little too forcefully. “Looks like you’re in my seat.”

“O-Oh! I’m sorry,” Jungkook stutters, flustered as he begins to rise from the chair. “I’ll—“

“Stay put,” Yoongi commands, gesturing his head to the stack of chairs in the corner. “Jimin can stop being insolent and just pull up a chair.”

Jimin glares daggers at him. Yoongi refuses to make eye contact, though he can’t help but smile, “excuse me?”

“Let me repeat that for you,” Yoongi bites back, clearing his throat to make sure he’s crystal clear. “I said you can stop acting like an insolent infant and pull up another chair.”

“How about you stop being a fu—“

“Guys—” Namjoon claps his hands loudly together, “we’re not doing this. Jungkook, you can stay there. Hoseok, could I ask you to scoot your chair over to Seokjin hyung? Thanks—now, Jimin, grab a chair and move it to the other side of Taehyung. There. Happy? Can we get on with the meeting, please?”

Jimin doesn’t say another word as he takes his seat beside his friend, only digs his tongue into his cheek in annoyance.

Namjoon is a saint Yoongi thinks as he lets out a sigh.

Their manager clears his throat, continuing with a slightly strained smile. “Now, I wanted to start on a high note by saying that you’re all doing really well and we’re exceeding target. I’m sure by now you’re all aware that Jimin closed a large deal with HYBE. Congrats, Jimin-ah.”

“Thank you, manager-nim,” Jimin says with a sickly sweet smile. “I’m really proud of myself. I’m the top salesperson now too,” he meets Yoongi’s gaze under his lashes. “Just a reminder…”

Yoongi balls his hands into fists under the desk. He hates Park Jimin, he hates Park Jimin, he hates Park Jimin.

“Keep up the good work,” Namjoon says with a nod before briskly changing the subject. “Speaking of, we’ve now put meetings in the diary with a few of our prospective clients in Japan.”

Excitement buzzes in Yoongi’s chest, such a welcome feeling compared to the heavy mess left by Jimin. Can it be?!

“So, we’ll be flying over to prepare and give our pitches. Flights are booked, we’ll be there for the week.”

Yoongi just about resists the urge to kick his feet in excitement. Finally!

If there’s one thing that Yoongi loves, it’s a business trip.

All expenses paid - a nice hotel, free food and travel. It doesn’t get any better than that. He’s lucky enough that his company frequently works with clients from Japan so travel is often required. It’s been months since the last trip, and he’s aching to jet off and relax in a lavish hotel much nicer than his own apartment.

After an hour of rambling, manager Namjoon finally bids them goodbye for the day. Yoongi lets out a soft groan as he stretches in his chair and rises to leave. Thank god it’s Friday, indeed.

“Well, I suppose I’ll be seeing you in Japan,” Jimin says to him, sickly sweet as he pushes past Yoongi. He pauses by the door just before he leaves. “Oh, and hyung,” he turns, a fake smile plastered on his lip-balm-pink lips. “You really should brush your hair once in a while, you look like a complete mess.”

Jimin turns on his heel and strolls out of the meeting room as Yoongi scowls at his retreating figure.

Yoongi detests the embarrassment curling in his stomach at Jimin’s snide remark.

He finds himself in the bathroom staring at his reflection in the mirror a few minutes later. And, yes, his hair does look messy - he had taken a short nap before the meeting in the lounge, so parts of his hair are now stuck up at weird angles.

Yoongi threads his fingers through his black locks, ruffling them up as best he can. It doesn’t go how he wants it so he sighs and gives up.

It’s only hair, and Yoongi couldn’t care less what Park Jimin thinks of him.

/////

The flight to Japan is pleasant. Yoongi is lucky enough to be seated next to his colleague Seokjin, and the two of them calmly talk for half of the trip before Yoongi opts to take a nap. He knows Seokjin won’t mind if his head rolls onto one of his broad shoulders. His hyung understands him well and won’t disturb him.

Yoongi wakes just before they land, blinking blearily as he stretches his arms above his head. Seokjin plays a game on his tablet beside him, and Yoongi glances around to see his manager, Namjoon, reading a book. His youngest colleague, Jungkook, is sound asleep beside him, and on his other side is Hoseok, who is listening to music.

His eyes naturally drift to the other two. As always, Jimin and Taehyung are sitting together - they’re an inseparable duo. What he expects to see is them animatedly talking and giggling together like they always do in the office but, instead, that side of the aircraft is relatively quiet. Taehyung plays on his Nintendo Switch while Jimin sleeps beside him.

This is a rare sight. Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jimin sleeping before - he’s always so self-obsessed that he rarely lets himself appear vulnerable for even a moment. In some ways, Yoongi doesn’t really blame him; whenever someone falls asleep in an unflattering position in the office they will undoubtedly be subjected to torment - Namjoon found that out the hard way. Needless to say, they’re lucky that he’s such a cool manager.

It’s because Yoongi doesn’t know if he’ll see this again that he keeps looking. Jimin’s cheek looks chubby, smushed against his shoulder. He looks younger like this, soft and gentle with no trace of his snarkiness anywhere.

“Yoongi-yah.” Yoongi snaps his head back to Seokjin beside him. Luckily, he’s still focused on his game. “Let’s get food once we land, I’m starving.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, letting his eyes fall shut again as he leans back against the chair.

/////

After stuffing himself with some ramen and idle colleague chatter and banter, courtesy of Hoseok and Seokjin, it’s finally time for Yoongi’s favourite part of the trip - checking into the hotel.

It’s a hotel they’ve not been to on a business trip before so Yoongi is excited to see the architecture. Upon first impressions, it’s definitely a five-star establishment. The lobby looks clean and shiny with random statues that make no sense (though maybe they’d mean something to Taehyung or Namjoon, the art-loving scoundrels).

Yoongi sighs happily as he wheels his suitcase through the corridor of the eighth floor, keycard in hand. He comes to a stop outside his room and unlocks the door before he pushes excitedly inside.

He grins widely as his eyes scan over the room; a large window looking out onto Tokyo, a desk, chair and TV, and a king-size bed with crisp, white sheets.

He furrows his brow. There’s a jacket on the bed.

Yoongi looks down at his keycard with a small frown. Did he somehow get given the wrong room?

He startles when the bathroom door clicks open, and what he doesn’t expect to see is a pair of very long, slack-clad legs step out into the bedroom. Yoongi’s eyes fix on those Chelsea boots that he’d know absolutely anywhere.

They stare at each other, gawking in a befuddled state for a moment.

“What—"

“—are you—"

“—doing here?!”

Jimin crosses his arms as he arches a sassy brow. “Are you stupid? This is my hotel room.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh. “Then how come I was given the keycard to this room, idiot?” He waves it in his face for extra measure.

Jimin rolls his eyes as he struts over to the bed to pick up his jacket. “Stupid hotel must have given you the wrong key.” When Yoongi doesn’t make a move to say or do anything, Jimin looks at him in disbelief, a hand on his hip. “Well? Go and get the right key.”

Yoongi grits his teeth. “Why is it me that has to go? How do you know that this isn’t my room and they’ve given you the wrong key, asshole?”

“Okay, whatever,” Jimin replies as he swiftly shrugs on his jacket. “I don’t care who goes as long as we get this mess sorted ASAP.”

Jimin briskly heads out of the room, and Yoongi feels like he has no choice but to follow behind.

Jimin struts down the corridor in his boots like a man on a mission. Every clip-clop on the floor demands attention - and, as usual, Jimin gets it. Onlookers gawk at his striking poise, stature and confidence, while Yoongi rolls his eyes in annoyance. If they knew who Park Jimin really was, their noses would be turned up in distaste instead.

He says a prayer for whoever is at the front desk right now.

“Hello!” Jimin smiles sweetly at the woman behind the counter, barely gesturing to Yoongi who stands hunched up behind him before he passes her his keycard. “There appears to have been some confusion with our rooms. You see, we’ve both been given the same key but we have separate rooms.”

“Oh, I am sorry about that. Let me look into that for you,” there’s a pause as the woman clicks and types on her computer. Jimin taps his foot impatiently and Yoongi rolls his eyes. He’s certain Jimin doesn’t have anywhere to be.

“There’s no mistake,” the lady finally responds, giving her own sickly sweet smile to Jimin in return as she slides his keycard back to him over the desk. “You’ve both been allocated that room. Thank you.”

Jimin huffs in disbelief. “Uh, no. I’m sorry, that must be incorrect. Can you look again?”

“Jimin,” Yoongi begins exasperatedly. There must be an easier way, he really hates causing a scene. “I’m sure if we talk to Namjoon he can get it sorted for us.”

Jimin sighs heavily, snatching his keycard back with a scowl at the woman. “Fine.”

Yoongi grabs his phone from his pocket and dials their manager. It rings but there’s no answer. Typical.

“He probably already lost his phone in Japan,” Yoongi says with a sigh. Not the first time that’s happened, definitely won’t be the last.

Jimin purses his lips, tapping his cheek in thought. His features light up after a moment, “Okay, well, it’ll be fine. Taehyung can just swap with you, or something.”

Yoongi nods with an easy shrug. “Sure, whatever.” He doesn’t care as long as he gets his own room.

“We’re going out soon for food and drinks, so he can swap with you when we get back,” Jimin says, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and furiously typing with just one thumb. “I guess you can use my room for now if you need anything.”

Yoongi huffs a short laugh. “Gee, thanks.”

Jimin gives him a fake smile before he turns on his heel and leaves.

/////

It’d be a waste of time to make himself comfortable in Jimin’s room if he’s going to be switching anyway, so Yoongi decides it’s the perfect opportunity to head out into Tokyo for the evening.

Hoseok and Seokjin are getting an early night and he can’t find Namjoon, so Yoongi ends up hitting the town with Jungkook.

It’s a strange experience since he and their youngest don’t really talk much outside of work. Still, Yoongi uses this time to teach Jungkook all about the different types of whisky, and Jungkook nods along like a confused bobblehead.

Yoongi feels pleasantly buzzed after a few drinks and despite Jungkook’s objections, he decides to call it a night.

He grabs his phone to check the time as he strolls the streets in search of a subway station. Yoongi notices a text notification from an unknown number, sent a few hours ago. It’s clearly Jimin; they’re on such bad terms that they don’t even have each other’s numbers stored in their phones - despite being at the company together for several years.

Your suitcase is in Taehyungie’s hotel room. 719. Go straight there and quit bothering me.

Suits him just fine. Saves him another interaction with that cocky son of a bitch.

Upon his return to the hotel, Yoongi makes his way to the room marked in Jimin’s curt text message. When he steps into the elevator, it only just occurs to him that he sort of abandoned Jungkook in the middle of Tokyo. He shrugs at the thought. He’s sure the intern will be fine.

Since he doesn’t have the keycard for Taehyung’s room, Yoongi firmly knocks on the door.

Silence.

He knocks again, louder this time.

Nothing. Did Taehyung not get the message?

There’s a doorbell on the side of the door. Yoongi gives it a ring.

No answer.

Yoongi’s insides roll with slight panic, and he knocks a little more urgently just in time for the door to swing open mid-knock.

Taehyung stands at the threshold, and the only word Yoongi can think to describe him is dishevelled; his hair is all messed up, his lips wet and swollen. He’s got nothing on but a dress shirt that only just about covers his crotch and—Yoongi’s eyes snap up because he’s definitely seen too much.

“Uh...hey, hyung. Look, you—um, you’re gonna have to go,” he says hastily, gripping hold of Yoongi’s suitcase behind him, wheeling it out the door and over to Yoongi.

Yoongi baulks as his suitcase is shoved his way. “You’ve got to be kidding—“

“I’m sorry, this is—Jimin will understand!” Taehyung grins sheepishly before waving and closing the door.

Well, that’s just great.

Here Yoongi is in the corridor with his suitcase and no hotel room.

If he returns to his original room Jimin is bound to rip his head off, but what other choice does he have? Must he sleep here on the hallway floor? It’s slightly more tempting than sleeping in the vicinity of Park Jimin, but it’s probably not allowed.

With a sigh of defeat, Yoongi wheels his suitcase up to his original room.

He steels himself on the other side of the door. It’ll be fine; he’ll just explain what happened and hopefully, Jimin is in a good enough mood that he won’t force Yoongi to sleep outside for the night.

Using his keycard, he hesitantly opens the door.

Yoongi is surprised to find the room in darkness, meaning Jimin is probably already asleep. He’s not sure if that’s a lucky break or a complete disaster.

As silently as he can, Yoongi tiptoes to the bathroom with his suitcase. After washing up and dressing in pyjamas, he cautiously heads back into the bedroom.

Jimin’s sleeping figure is noticeable with the white bathroom light shining on him.

Yoongi has this strange feeling that he shouldn’t look, but he finds that he’s unable to tear his eyes away. Just like on the aeroplane, Jimin’s features are soft and round, pillowy lips pursed into a sleepy pout.

Jimin stirs suddenly and Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat. He immediately flicks off the light.

“You can come into bed,” Jimin mutters sleepily, turning to face the other way.

Yoongi’s saliva feels thick in his mouth suddenly, his heart booming in his chest like the bass of Jungkook’s Bluetooth speaker in the company break room.

Getting into bed with Jimin? He doesn’t know how to feel about that. Yoongi looks at the floor; the carpet doesn’t look particularly comfortable, but that would’ve been his first choice.

He stands for a moment to contemplate his options.

Firstly, he’s exhausted. He reminds himself of that as he rubs his eyes. The bed suddenly looks like the most comfortable pile of sheets that he’s ever set his eyes on. It’s huge, too. There’s definitely enough space that they won’t be touching.

Yoongi lets out a soft sigh. Fuck it, it’s only for one night.

Hesitantly, Yoongi climbs into the bed. He stays as far as he can on the other side of the mattress facing the opposite way. It seems to work because he can’t even notice that Jimin is there like this.

Yoongi closes his eyes. It’s just for one night, and then he can swap with Taehyung.

/////

What is this warmth?

Yoongi hums softly at the feeling, blinking his eyes open slowly as the room comes into focus. He stiffens.

There are firm arms wrapped around his torso, a warm figure pressed against his back. His spine tingles as Jimin presses his nose into the crook of his neck.

Yoongi’s heart races erratically in his chest. What the fuck is going on?

Jimin’s breathing is soft and even, so Yoongi has to assume that Jimin is a cuddler while he sleeps. How very inconvenient.

Yoongi stays as still and as silent as he can for a long while, afraid of awakening Jimin like a sleeping lion. When a sufficient amount of time has passed, Yoongi manages to wriggle out of Jimin’s grip.

He assumes he’s safe from then on, right at the edge of the bed. He has to use all his strength to make sure he doesn’t fall out - until Jimin stirs awake and pulls him back unexpectedly.

Yoongi gasps as his colleague nuzzles his neck. He flushes; this is weird and affectionate and intimate and he doesn’t like it one single bit. No way, not if it’s Park Jimin.

He succeeds in pulling away this time, but by now Jimin is already wide awake.

“What the fuck?” Jimin curses, eyes wide and face red with an embarrassed blush. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Yoongi sits up in the bed, pointedly looking away because his cheeks are still pink. “Me? That was all you!”

“Well I’m—this whole time I thought you were Taehyung! Why the fuck aren’t you Taehyung?!”

“I couldn’t swap with Taehyung last night so I came here—“

“Why couldn’t you swap? Your suitcase was already there and everything!”

“Look,” Yoongi meets Jimin’s gaze now. He looks the most embarrassed Yoongi has ever seen him, and it makes the corners of his mouth quirk with a smile. “When I got to the room last night Taehyung was...busy.”

Jimin blinks a couple of times before he groans, covering his face in his hands. “For fuck’s sake…”

“Yeah, so... I really had no choice but to come back here.”

“Okay but...But why did you get into bed with me?” Jimin exclaims, sitting up finally. “That’s so gross!”

Yoongi lets out a huff of a laugh, “you literally asked me to get in the bed!”

Jimin sighs, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. “It was probably because I thought it was Taehyung coming back...he said he was going to get his suitcase and bring it up.”

“Well...I guess he got a little sidetracked,” Yoongi says, getting up and padding over to the mirror, fluffing up his hair just for something to do.

“Who was he sleeping with?” Jimin asks, curious now as he stretches out his arms.

Yoongi shrugs, checking out the bags under his eyes with a grimace. “Fuck knows. Taehyung was the only one that came to the door. He just had that look about him so I knew.”

“It’s probably just some hot Japanese guy. Taehyung always picks guys up when we’re travelling,” Jimin yawns, smacking his lips together. “Gets annoying.”

Yoongi glances at Jimin. This is strange; it feels like they’re in an alternate universe, friends gossiping about their other friend’s sexscapades. Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever talked to Jimin this long without bickering.

“Anyway, can you get the fuck out? I want to shower and I don’t want you being all pervy and watching me.”

Yoongi snorts. There it is. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not. You’d kill to take a peek at all this,” Jimin gestures to himself with a smirk.

Yoongi shakes his head, pretending to sort out his hair again because it’s awkward to stand and do nothing. “You’re not my type.”

“Oh?” Jimin huffs as he hops out of bed and approaches Yoongi. “Is that your way of saying you’re not attracted to me?”

Yoongi regards Jimin for a moment; he’s wearing loose shorts and a loose t-shirt and his hair is all messy from where he’s been sleeping on it. Sure, he’s got nice legs with toned thighs and a perky ass - not that Yoongi has been looking.

Okay, well, it’s hard not to look when it’s so…round.

Yoongi isn’t blind; it’s obvious that Jimin is attractive in a general sense with his full lips and other striking features. That’s one of the infuriating things about him. He’s hot and he knows it.

But Yoongi, attracted to Jimin? That’s a fucking joke.

“Is that a fucking joke? Of course I’m not attracted to you. Get off your high horse.”

Jimin hums like he’s unconvinced, there’s a glint in his eye that has heat crawling up Yoongi’s neck. “Okay, hyung. Keep telling yourself that.”

He saunters past Yoongi and into the bathroom, and Yoongi finds himself thinking for the millionth time that Jimin is far too confident and full of himself.

/////

If Yoongi is staring vacantly at the wall even after the morning briefing has been completed, then that’s his business. Sharing a bed with someone you dislike so much is tough, and Yoongi is still reeling from the night before. He can admit that.

“Hyung,” Taehyung interrupts Yoongi’s internal monologue and tentatively approaches him. Yoongi turns in his chair to regard him. “I know Jiminie said we could swap rooms but… the thing is…I can’t. I can’t swap with you.”

Yoongi sighs, he should’ve known. “And why not?”

“Um...Well…” Taehyung anxiously wrings his hands, glancing around like he’s looking for someone. “Fuck, Jimin is gonna be so pissed…”

“Yeah. He is,” Yoongi replies, quirking a brow. “You’d rather fuck some guy than help out your best friend? I’m disappointed in you.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung whines. “You’d do the same if you—It’s complicated, okay?”

“I’m sure.” Yoongi snorts, holding out his hands and using them as scales. “Having sex or sleeping next to Park Jimin...Yeah, I’d pick sex too. One hundred per cent.”

That makes Taehyung laugh, bright with a boxy grin. “You’ll tell him for me, won’t you?”

Yoongi scoffs. “Fuck, no. And if you won’t tell him then I guess he’ll figure it out when he returns to the hotel room and I’m there.”

“What’s this about?” Namjoon asks as he approaches, a curious shine in his eyes despite his furrowed brows. “The room?”

“Jiminie told you?” Taehyung asks. “Yoongi hyung and Jimin are sharing a hotel room.”

“Begrudgingly,” Yoongi adds with a grumble.

Namjoon hums in acknowledgement, flashing Yoongi a sheepish smile. “Yeah…He wasn’t too happy about it. I’m really sorry, I don’t know how that happened.”

“So you can’t fix it?” Taehyung asks with a pout.

“I mean…I could try. It’d probably take a few days for anything to happen.” Namjoon’s mouth forms a frown, shoulders becoming stiff in his familiar sign of stress. “I can call head office and see if they can sort you with a new room, but considering–”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi waves him off. It’s a minor inconvenience, and Namjoon already has enough on his plate. “I can put up with him. It’s only a few days, don’t worry yourself.”

“You’re the greatest,” Namjoon says with a relieved sigh and a thumbs up. “Jimin threatened to tear my head off.”

“He was just kidding…probably,” Taehyung sticks up for his friend through a mutter, a sheepish smile on his lips.

/////

After their morning briefing, Yoongi, his manager and Park Jimin head to their first client pitch.

Yoongi slouches down beside Namjoon as Jimin stands at the front of the boardroom, the primary pitcher of this session. Even the way he smiles has Yoongi’s eyebrow twitching with irritation.

Yoongi detests Jimin’s pitching style. He should be up there instead.

While his colleague gives a passionate talk about why BTS provides the best service in the universe, Yoongi’s eyes drift to the client’s team sitting across from him.

It’s clear that Jimin already has them in the palm of his hand - they seem to cling onto his every word. Yoongi supposes he does have a special way about him; Jimin easily charms with his smooth talk and cute, crescent moon eyes.

Yoongi doesn’t have charm or charisma or cute features. But he does have honesty; he won’t beat around the bush and he’ll cut to the chase. Clients love Jimin’s sugary-sweet bullshit, but they appreciate Yoongi’s no-nonsense attitude, for sure.

Now that Jimin has finished speaking the client is applauding for god’s sake. Yoongi almost strains his eyes with how harshly he rolls them.

No one else seems to make him feel this inferior. What is it about Park Jimin that has his blood boiling so much?

“Great pitch, as always,” Namjoon praises Jimin with a pat on the back once they’re outside the boardroom. Jimin preens at the compliment, but Yoongi knows he has enough self-confidence that he doesn’t need it.

“Thanks, hyung. Told you I should always do the pitching.”

“You and Yoongi hyung are definitely the best, I’ll give you that.”

Jimin’s expression sours. Yoongi smiles to himself.

“Ah, hyung,” Namjoon makes a beeline for Yoongi. “You’re pitching to Komatsu with Jimin in a couple days, right? Will you fill him in on the details?”

“I don’t need to be filled in, thank you,” Jimin says briskly with his hands on his hips.

“Looks like he’s got it all under control,” Yoongi says sarcastically to his manager as they share a look.

“Well…” Namjoon sighs as he turns to his younger colleague. “Yoongi hyung has a lot of knowledge on the client if you’re interested…could really help to boost your—“

“Yes, alright, I get it.” Jimin finally relents with a huff. He meets Yoongi’s gaze and jerks his head to the left before stalking off in that direction.

Yoongi gives Namjoon another exasperated look before he drags his feet to follow behind.

Jimin halts suddenly once they’re around the corner, out of sight of Namjoon. He spins around in one quick motion.

“I’m not interested in your knowledge,” he says curtly, jabbing his finger at Yoongi. “Let’s just pretend we had a long, informative talk about the client. Got it?”

“A long talk? I don’t think anyone would believe that,” Yoongi quips with a snort.

Jimin huffs again, though Yoongi’s eyes catch the hint of a smile. “Fine, just…a talk. We talked.”

Yoongi raises a brow, “even that would be hard to believe…”

“Whatever! Great talk. Bye, now,” Jimin waves, a sarcastic, over-sweet smile on his lips before he turns on his heel and strolls out the door.

Yoongi shrugs to himself before he rounds the corner. Namjoon is still standing exactly where they left him.

“You heard that whole thing, right?” Yoongi asks.

Namjoon dimples. “Yep. Good talk.”

/////

So, here they find themselves again.

They both stand rigid at either side of the bed. The silence stretches on.

“I can sleep on the floor,” Yoongi finally pipes up.

“Good,” Jimin replies quickly, and before Yoongi can even blink he’s climbing into the bed and bundling himself in the covers.

Yoongi scoffs with a hard shake of his head. “You know what? Fuck that, I’m sleeping in the bed.” There’s no time to hesitate, he pushes all his embarrassment away to make a point to Jimin as he climbs into the bed beside him. Jimin scowls meanly back at him. “By all means, if this freaks you out too much then you can sleep on the floor. Be my guest.”

Jimin scrunches his nose in distaste. “This is fine. Just don’t touch me and we won’t have a problem.”

“You’re one to talk about touching when you practically cuddled me to sleep last night.”

Jimin flushes bright red as a grin stretches onto Yoongi’s lips. It’s a great feeling having the upper hand for once.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does that embarrass you?” he continues sarcastically, his smile never wavering.

“I-I thought you were Taehyung!” Jimin insists with a whine. “Shut up about it already.”

Yoongi chuckles lightly, turning to face away from Jimin. “Whatever. You won’t have to worry about me cuddling you at night. That’s not my style.”

Jimin snorts but thankfully he doesn’t speak again. Once the bedside lamps are clicked off, Yoongi is able to drift off to sleep.

After that night, they don't kick up a fuss about having to share a bed. Yoongi only grumbles when Jimin insists on taking an hour in the bathroom.

They seem to find a system that works. A system where they try not to bump into each other at all times.

By their fourth day in Japan, Yoongi doesn’t bother asking Taehyung if he’ll swap rooms. By the sounds of it, Taehyung and his latest lover have quite the sexual appetite.

Jimin appears to have accepted how things are, too. He comes out of the bathroom freshly showered and doesn’t bat an eye at Yoongi sitting in bed with his book. He wordlessly gets into the other side of the bed and begins scrolling through his phone.

It feels weirdly domestic. As Yoongi glances slyly to his side, he notices how Jimin’s face is lit by the blue glow of the phone. His side profile is quite striking; plump lips protruding, jaw sharp, nose small.

Yoongi looks back at his book, but the words seem meaningless all of a sudden. Now that Jimin is beside him he can’t seem to concentrate on it.

When was the last time Yoongi shared a bed with someone? It’s been a long while; he hasn’t been in a serious relationship in three years, hasn’t had sex in so many months he’s lost count.

Yoongi’s heart begins thumping, a heavy drag in his chest. Why is he thinking about sex suddenly?

Jimin huffs a laugh at something and Yoongi breathes in sharply through his nose, his heart rate picking up again, a constant thump thump thump in his chest. Their proximity suddenly seems much smaller than it did a minute ago. Yoongi is sweating, why is he sweating? He’s not going there. No, no, no...

Yoongi swallows thickly. “Hey.”

Jimin looks so unimpressed as he meets his gaze that Yoongi huffs a laugh. “What?”

Himself and Jimin? It must be the lack of sleep, either that or he really is delusional.

Yoongi looks back down at his book to hide his grin. “Can you stop making weird noises? It’s annoying.”

Jimin scoffs, “are you for real? I didn’t do anything.”

“You made this weird, ugly, laughing noise.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin sits upright, glaring at Yoongi. His lips curl into an alluring smirk, “I guess you’ve forgotten what real laughter sounds like since you’re the least funny person I’ve ever met.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and closes his book with a soft thud. “Is that really the best you can do? I don’t care if you think I’m funny or not.”

“Then what do you care about, hyung? Because it doesn’t seem like a lot.”

Yoongi tilts his head from side to side. “Yeah, guess you’re right. I certainly don’t care about you.”

“Am I supposed to be hurt by that?” Jimin snorts before putting his phone on the bedside table. “The feeling is mutual. In fact, I could quite happily leave you abandoned, stranded, and on the verge of death.”

Yoongi laughs at that, mirroring Jimin and putting his book on the bedside table nearest to him. “Damn. You really hate my guts, huh?”

“Yeah, I fucking do!” Jimin exclaims. “You’re so annoying and just—ugh, you get on my nerves all the time!”

Yoongi shakes his head, his mouth quirks at the corner as he takes in Jimin’s exasperated expression. “I’ve got no idea why you think that. You, on the other hand…” Yoongi grimaces.

Jimin dramatically rolls his eyes. “Oh, here we go...Are you going to call me vain again?” He grins proudly, pushing his hair off his forehead in a sexy motion. “Don’t I have every right to be?”

“This is why you’re annoying. Let’s end the conversation here.”

Jimin groans, “you can’t have any fun, can you? You know I’m just teasing, right? I’m not that vain.”

“I’m sure…” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Your eyes are going to pop out of your head soon if you keep rolling them like that.”

“Then stop talking and I won’t have to.”

“You were the one that started this conversation!”

“And turns out you had nothing interesting to say, as usual, so I’m ending it.”

“Oh, shut up! You act like you’re so high and mighty all the time.” Jimin clicks his tongue as he crosses his arms over his chest, “did you ever think there’s a reason you haven’t gotten a promotion?”

“Yeah, ‘cause everything is fine the way it is. It works.”

“Or maybe you’re just shit at your job.”

Yoongi sits up at that dig, raising an accusing eyebrow at Jimin.

Jimin’s eyes shine with a challenge, he leans closer and lowers his voice. “You heard me.”

Yoongi is confident in his ability, he knows Jimin is just trying to create conflict. Normally, Yoongi would click off the bedside lamp, turn around and go to sleep.

But there’s something alluring about Jimin’s expression right now, the glint in his eyes in the soft lighting of the hotel room.

“And you’re the authority on my job now, are you?”

Jimin shrugs with a devious smirk. “I’ve worked for the company longer than you.”

Yoongi scoffs in disbelief. “One month longer. You know fuck all.”

“I know a fuck ton more than you, grandpa. Make sure you call Jungkookie over tomorrow during your meeting so you can learn how to use PowerPoint.”

Yoongi chuckles at that. “Wow, okay. And if you could stop going to the bathroom fifty times to look at yourself in the mirror and pay attention, then that’d be great too.”

“I go to piss as well, for your information.”

“Gross. TMI much?”

“You’re such a pussy. My TMI is that I can fit my whole fist in my mouth.”

There’s a pause at that. Both of their minds must go to the same place because Jimin is blushing and quickly moving back.

Yoongi sighs. “With that...I think it’s time for bed.”

Nothing more is said as Yoongi clicks off the bedside lamp and settles into the bed.

He swallows thickly. It’s going to be impossible to sleep tonight.

Jimin seems restless beside him, constantly turning and moving the covers. Yoongi grunts and pulls them closer to himself.

“Fuck off,” Jimin whisper-shouts, tugging them off of Yoongi and over himself.

“Stop hoarding it,” Yoongi mutters, attempting to blindly reach back for them. He touches something else, the skin soft and supple under his palm, and his stomach flips in surprise. It takes him a moment too long to tear his hand away.

The silence stretches on. Yoongi begins accepting the fact that he’s not going to have any duvet tonight, though he still makes one final attempt to bundle the sheets around himself.

“Fine, fucking take it,” Jimin whispers, pulling the covers back over Yoongi. He pulls the duvet right up over their heads, and Yoongi is about to scold him when he feels the press of Jimin’s plush lips against his own.

He’s so stunned that he almost doesn't react, but something about the warmth of Jimin’s lips sets a fire alight in his stomach. He blindly seeks him out, hands coming to Jimin’s waist, lips searching before he finds them again.

Jimin gasps softly into his mouth as Yoongi runs his calloused fingers up his shirt and over his naked flesh. It makes his dick twitch, heat stirring in his belly as he sucks Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth.

It’s hard to breathe so Yoongi tugs the stupid covers off them, mouth not leaving Jimin’s for a moment. He’s addicted; the slide of Jimin’s slick tongue is so delicious, Yoongi can’t help but moan into the kiss.

In a horny frenzy, Yoongi parts from Jimin’s lips to press wet kisses down his neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh until Jimin curses out loud. Yoongi stiffens.

In the dark, Jimin could be anyone; a one-night stand from a random club, a faceless stranger. Hearing his voice makes the realisation hit him all over again.

This is Park Jimin he’s kissing right now.

God knows why, but the thought thrills him even more, it makes his cock stiffen in his underwear. Park Jimin is lying beneath him, softly gasping and moaning into his ear.

Yoongi pulls back and clicks on the lamp. He wants to see it all, needs to see it so he can engrain the image into his mind.

Jimin blinks up at him, he opens his mouth to speak but Yoongi won’t let him, he won’t let him object to this. Yoongi presses their lips together again and thankfully Jimin reciprocates just as eagerly, their tongues swirling messily together.

Yoongi pulls back again and Jimin is wearing an expression he’s never seen before; his eyes are heavy-lidded, sexy with wet and swollen lips. There’s a flirty smile on his lips, and Yoongi is dying to see what else he can show him.

Jimin’s cool hands trail up Yoongi’s torso and he shivers at the touch, sitting up for a moment to pull his t-shirt off before he’s on Jimin again. He’s restricted by the fabric, so desperate to feel Jimin’s flesh against his own that he groans in frustration. With that thought, Yoongi pushes Jimin’s t-shirt up until he gets the hint and pulls it off.

Yoongi swallows as his eyes scan Jimin’s bare torso. “Fuck…”

How was he such a fool? Jimin really is lean and gorgeous, sexy with dips and curves in all the right places. Maybe he does have every right to be vain, he’s a fucking work of art.

“What?” Jimin gasps as Yoongi presses wet kisses down his neck to his chest, hungrily taking his nipple into his mouth and sucking as he tweaks the other one between his fingers.

Yoongi basks in Jimin’s soft moan, swirling his tongue around the bud mercilessly before he swaps to the other one. “I’m not saying shit, you’re big-headed enough as it is.”

Jimin laughs, breathless and airy. “Fuck you.”

Yoongi grins against his chest, pulling back so he can pull Jimin’s shorts down his toned thighs.

He doesn’t know why, but he was expecting Jimin to be wearing underwear beneath them. Needless to say, he’s in for a shock when Jimin’s semi-hard cock springs free.

“Don’t stare, weirdo,” Jimin expertly kicks off his shorts so they hit Yoongi in the face.

“I thought you’d have underwear on,” Yoongi states, unfazed as he pulls off his own pyjama bottoms to reveal his underwear.

Jimin looks at him incredulously. “Who wears underwear with pyjamas? You really are such a weirdo!”

“Shut up,” Yoongi chuckles, climbing back on top of Jimin. He runs his fingers down his chest and abdomen so lightly that Jimin shivers. His palm moves slowly lower, fingers gently brushing through the neatly trimmed pubic hair before they caress his inner thighs. He’s purposely touching everywhere but the place Jimin wants him to touch most.

“Of course, you’re a tease,” Jimin huffs. “If you don’t touch me, I won’t touch you.”

Yoongi furrows his brow. “Who said I wanted you to touch me?”

Jimin raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Yoongi’s groin. “Uh, hello?”

His dick has given him away; he’s already hard and it’s clear to see.

Yoongi shrugs as he lies on his front, quickly diving in to lick a stripe up Jimin’s cock. He gasps unexpectedly at the sensation, hips stuttering cutely as Yoongi grins. He pumps Jimin firmly, tongue flicking the head as Jimin keens, fisting his hair when Yoongi takes him deep into his mouth.

He can tell Jimin is trying to hold back from making a lot of noise. It’s cute, but he won’t get very far like that. Yoongi presses Jimin’s legs to his chest, spreading him wide as he licks his lips.

“Oh, fuck…” Jimin moans as Yoongi pulls back from his cock to give some attention to his smooth balls, nipping and sucking before he licks down his taint to his hole. “Oh—Oh…”

Yoongi grins in victory as he pulls back. “Oh, you like this?” he asks sarcastically.

“No time for games…” Jimin whines, draping his legs over Yoongi’s shoulders. “God, put your mouth back on me!”

“Or what?” Yoongi teases with the most blood-boiling, shit-eating grin.

Jimin groans, “I hate you, oh my god, I hate—“

He’s cut off by his own moan as Yoongi pushes his legs back harshly against his chest and delves in again, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle as Jimin keens. He trails messy kisses up his taint and to his cock before sucking him into his mouth again.

“Your tongue, oh—” Jimin throws his head back with a gasp as Yoongi brings his fingers to Jimin’s hole, toying and playing lightly. “Fuck, please tell me you have some lube, please finger me…”

Yoongi’s cock jumps at that, but he didn’t bring any lube. He never brings lube on a business trip; he never needs lube.

“Shit, I don’t have any.”

“Hyung!” Jimin groans.

“What? I didn’t think I’d get laid!”

“Neither did I–but I thought I’d at least be able to masturbate so…check my suitcase…”

Yoongi rolls his eyes teasingly as he pulls back. “Yeah, yeah. You totally thought you’d pull a Japanese hottie like Taehyung.”

Jimin sighs overdramatically. “Yeah...Instead, I got you.”

Yoongi chuckles as he hops off the bed, rifling through Jimin’s suitcase lying on the hotel room floor. “Better than nothing, huh?”

“I dunno…”

Yoongi scoffs. “Please. Didn’t you just hear the way you were moaning for me?” He smirks back at Jimin on the bed, who quickly covers his face with a pillow and groans.

Yoongi laughs, and with Jimin’s lube in hand he quickly makes his way back to the bed. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see your vibrator in there.”

“Whatever, I’m not embarrassed about it.”

Yoongi cocks a brow. “But you’re embarrassed that you’re moaning a lot for me?”

Jimin groans into his hands. “Don’t say it like that! God…”

“I like hearing you moan, though…” Yoongi grips one of Jimin’s thighs and presses it back against his chest as his lubed-up fingers come to Jimin’s hole. He teases lightly, rubbing and barely applying pressure.

“Hyung…” Jimin whines, and he practically pouts when he meets Yoongi’s gaze.

“What? What do you want?” Yoongi raises a teasing brow, pressing his digits past the ring of muscle. “This?” Jimin nods eagerly, and Yoongi huffs a laugh at his sudden soft demeanour.

Jimin moans beautifully when Yoongi starts thrusting his fingers inside. Yoongi swallows at the sight of Jimin’s furrowed brows, the way his shiny, wet lips part as he softly moans. How can one person look so sexy?

“Suck me off too, come on…” Jimin demands, his foot jumping impatiently on the mattress.

“You really want the whole world, don’t you?” Yoongi chides, but he has to admit that he finds Jimin’s no-nonsense attitude really hot. Yoongi decides to reward him, taking Jimin back into his mouth as he thrusts his fingers.

“Ah, fuck...Feels so good…” Jimin moans, biting his bottom lip sexily. “Your stupid fingers feel so fucking good…”

Yoongi thrusts harder making Jimin cry out, only to slow to a stop. “My stupid fingers?”

“Yeah, okay? I have small fingers, so…”

Yoongi smirks. He does have really small, cute fingers. “So you can’t hit all the right spots like I can.”

Jimin scoffs, “don’t get me wrong, I do just fine on my own—ah!”

Yoongi can’t help but grin as Jimin squirms on his fingers, moaning out when Yoongi curls his digits, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves just right.

Jimin flushes with an embarrassed scowl. “I hate you.”

Yoongi chuckles good-naturedly, “that’s not news to me.”

A pleased hum exits Jimin’s mouth as Yoongi’s slick fingers toy with him, slow but deep like he’s taking his time. He meets Yoongi’s gaze with a lopsided smile, “fuck me?”

Yoongi blinks in disbelief. “That went from zero to a hundred real quick. Are you trying to hate-fuck me?”

“Duh,” Jimin giggles and Yoongi can’t believe that Jimin is cute. He really can’t. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” Yoongi replies without missing a beat. Sure, maybe he’s a little overeager but it has been months since he’s had sex.

Which also means...he doesn’t have any condoms.

“Do you have condoms?” Jimin shakes his head. “Fuck…”

“Oh, don’t look so down,” Jimin gives him a shit-eating grin. “It’s been your dream to bareback me, right? Well, let’s make it happen.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh. “You sure?”

Jimin nods as he wets his lips, a motion that has Yoongi’s stomach tingling with arousal. “Yeah, I know you probably haven’t had sex in years so I trust that you’re clean.”

“Wow. What if you’re wrong and my sex life is really active?”

Jimin gives him a look.

“Okay...ouch. I’m clean, so if you’re okay with it then...so am I.”

Jimin nods eagerly, “Uh-huh, uh-huh. Let’s just get on with it already…”

Yoongi is unashamedly hard just from the foreplay - well, just from giving Jimin everything he wanted. He’s a selfless lover, what can he say?

He needs no preparation, only slathers his cock in extra lube before he begins to press inside.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he hisses, biting his bottom lip to repress any more sounds.

“That’s the most cliché thing you’ve ever said to me,” Jimin laughs, and Yoongi grins back at him.

“You are really fucking tight though, holy shit…”

“Don’t you dare come before me. I will file a lawsuit.”

“I’ll come when I’m ready to come,” Yoongi states with a playfully raised brow.

Despite saying that, Yoongi really hopes he can hold out - Jimin would never let him live that down.

Jimin lets out a breath once he’s nestled inside, closing his eyes. “Come on...Move…”

“Don’t you want to wait a bit? You could hurt your--”

Yoongi’s cut off by his own curse as Jimin bucks his hips.

“Don’t be gentle with me, hyung,” Jimin smirks, and that playful glint returns to his eye. “Or are you really a grandpa who likes it vanilla?”

“So that’s how it’s gonna be. Fine,” Yoongi huffs as he positions Jimin’s legs on his shoulders, pressing forward until he’s bent in half.

“Hurry up or--” Jimin gasps and moans as Yoongi starts thrusting into him at a rapid pace, fisting the bedsheets as he throws back his head.

Yoongi smirks at the sight, too smug as he gets onto his feet to get better leverage, cock driving in so deep Jimin cries out.

“Fuck--There,” Jimin keens, beautifully arching his back. “There, there, there--hyung!” he growls as Yoongi abruptly stops.

“What?” Yoongi asks, unable to keep his smugness at bay. He can’t believe that he’s fucking Park Jimin, that he’s making him crazy with his cock.

“Stop messing with me! This is why you--ah…” Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut as Yoongi pumps his oversensitive cock, rocking his hips slowly.

“You were saying?”

“Ugh...Just fuck me already!”

“Is there any chance I could record you saying that?”

Jimin groans again and Yoongi chuckles - he figures that’s enough teasing for now, his cock is throbbing with need and Jimin looks far too delectable to not get fucked.

Yoongi starts up a good pace again, biting his bottom lip to suppress a smile as Jimin cries out in relief. He slams into his tight heat, delighting in Jimin’s high-pitched moans with every thrust, his nails dragging roughly down Yoongi’s back. That’ll definitely hurt tomorrow, but right now it feels incredible.

Yoongi only gets back onto his knees when he gets too tired to go on like that, grinding his hips as his eyes trace over Jimin’s body. Truthfully, he looks wonderful like this; splayed out on the white sheets like a fallen angel, lips swollen and red, eyes heavy-lidded. There’s the tiniest of hickeys on his neck, and Yoongi can’t believe that there aren’t more. What an absolute crime.

He leans in to rectify that, sucking on the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck as he harshly rolls his hips, grunting because it feels incredible, he’s nearing his end.

Jimin fists Yoongi’s black hair, crying out after a particularly harsh thrust. “Fuck, touch me…”

He’s not demanding like he usually is, his voice comes out softly and Yoongi is happy to oblige this time. He presses his lips along Jimin’s jaw as he fists his cock, bringing their lips together as he jerks him to completion.

Jimin moans, long and muffled against his mouth as he reaches his orgasm. His hips and thighs quiver cutely as he rides out the high, parting from Yoongi to rest his head back against the mattress.

Yoongi himself is pretty pleased, mentally giving himself a pat on the back because he somehow managed to last long enough to give Jimin an orgasm.

“What do you look so smug for?” Jimin’s words slur a little, his chest gently rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

Yoongi doesn’t have time to retaliate before Jimin hooks his legs around Yoongi’s and swaps them around. Yoongi moans at the sensation, his cock still nestled inside his heat as Jimin shoves his back against the mattress.

His eyes almost pop out of his head as Jimin rides him. Yoongi’s fingers dig into Jimin’s hips, jaw slack as Jimin slides up and down on his cock with all the sexiness of a professional dancer. He only manages a few thrusts before Yoongi blows his load, groaning deeply as Jimin milks him like that.

Jimin definitely has every right to look smug after that, lifting himself up as Yoongi’s softening cock slips out of him, along with streams of his cum.

Yoongi throws his head back against the pillow with a deep sigh. Begrudgingly, he has to admit that this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to him.

They wash up after and Yoongi is thankful that it’s not awkward. Yoongi himself feels pretty fucking great - Jimin is a great lay, he’ll give him that.

He hums a tune as he puts his pyjamas on and gets back into bed, sighing happily as he gets comfortable on the sheets.

Jimin snorts as he gets into the other side of the bed. “You’re such a dork.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply, but he does notice Jimin’s poorly concealed smile before he turns out the light.

/////

They don’t talk about it the next morning. Yoongi always wakes up earlier than Jimin, so he gets himself ready for the next day of work and only brushes past him on his way out the door.

The next time he sees Jimin is at the client’s office. He looks as good as usual; hair slicked back perfectly, suit well-pressed and stylish, accessories very much present.

“You’ve got toothpaste on your mouth,” Jimin says to him in passing before he takes his seat next to Taehyung at the meeting table. Yoongi grunts in response, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It’s not until after he sits down that he realises something odd. For once, it wasn’t said with malice.

Yoongi decides not to ponder on that thought, however, and gets his meeting notes out from his satchel. He’s taking the meeting today.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Taehyung whisper-shouts to Jimin.

“It’s nothing, it’s a rash…”

Taehyung scoffs, “do you think I’m dumb? They’re obviously hickeys, which makes no sense because usually you’d gloat and want to show them off to me but now--”

“Okay, everyone,” Yoongi begins as he steps to the front of the room in front of the projector. “We haven’t got much time so…let’s prepare for this pitch.”

Jimin meets Yoongi’s gaze, relieved, before he averts his eyes to the notepad in front of him.

The second half of the meeting is taken by Namjoon, and it’s then that Jimin quickly rises from his chair. Yoongi’s eyes follow his colleague as he exits and makes his way toward the bathroom. How generous that he decided to stay for Yoongi’s portion, at least.

Yoongi taps his foot impatiently. Jimin is probably texting on his phone or staring at himself in the mirror; maybe he’s glossing up his full lips with that pink, cherry flavoured lip balm that he seems to love so much. He’s so vain, it’s unbelievable. It’s irritating.

He drums his fingers absentmindedly on the table, eyes drifting over to the door for the hundredth time. Jimin seems to be taking a long while. Typical.

The chair makes a soft creaking sound as Yoongi stands up, he gives a quick nod of apology to Namjoon before he makes a beeline for the washroom.

When he enters the bathroom, it’s with no surprise that he sees Jimin standing by the sink on his phone.

Yoongi tuts at him as he approaches. “Namjoon is out there giving a passionate talk and you’re in here on Instagram? That’s terrible.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, a smile curling at his lips. “He’s passionate to a point, then he just drones on and on and I get bored. He got the point across in the first five minutes.”

Yoongi chuckles lightly, “Yeah, you’re right.”

There’s a pause. Jimin raises an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you using the bathroom?”

Shit. “Uh…”

Jimin grins widely like a Cheshire Cat and he bats his eyelashes coyly. “Oh, were you coming here to check on me? How…” he clicks his tongue with a grimace. “Creepy.”

“You’ve been gone for ages,” Yoongi insists. “What if you needed help? Who knows, maybe you dropped your phone in the toilet.”

“That was one time!”

Yoongi snorts at him, head tilting back with laughter as Jimin pouts.

“Nice hickeys, by the way.”

Jimin flushes, his cheeks turning as pink as his glossy lips. “Yeah well...Normally I’d like them but…” he trails off before smirking. “You gave them to me, so they’re disgusting.”

“We all know the real reason is that you can’t boast about it to Taehyung.”

Jimin sighs, “Yeah...Fucking sucks.” He pockets his phone, inspecting the hickeys in the mirror. “He’s always going on so many fun, sexual adventures and I get to hear all about them. Just once I wanted to be able to…”

“Why don’t you lie?” Yoongi says suddenly, sliding in next to Jimin and fluffing up his bed hair that he didn’t bother to brush. “Surely you could be having fun with a Japanese stranger?”

Jimin hums in thought. “I guess...But it’s not like--” Jimin flushes, looking down at the sink.

“Not like what?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Nothing, hyung. Just...go back to the meeting.” He utters as he pushes his hair off his forehead. One of his nervous habits.

Yoongi clicks his tongue. He could go back to the meeting, or…

Jimin’s breath hitches as Yoongi comes behind him, pressing him up against the counter.

“This is what you want, right?” He speaks slowly into his ear as Jimin shivers with a soft breath.

Once he recovers, Jimin huffs a laugh in disbelief. “Here, in the bathroom? There’s no way you would--”

Another gasp falls past his lips as Yoongi presses against him harder, his growing cock obvious now as he presses it against Jimin’s ass.

“Oh,” Jimin smirks at the mirror. He wets his lips, “I could leave you like this right now and return to the meeting, you know.”

“But you won’t,” Yoongi replies, hands snaking down Jimin’s chest to his groin, palming him over his trousers.

Jimin lets out a shuddering breath, head lolling back against Yoongi’s shoulder. “I never thought this would be happening in a million years…”

“Neither did I,” Yoongi nips Jimin’s ear. “But, here we are.”

Yoongi jerks back in surprise as the bathroom door swings open. His heart is thundering so loudly, as if it’s prepared to fling right out of his chest.

“He’s still not done, can you believe that?” Hoseok snorts, oblivious to Jimin and Yoongi’s flushed cheeks as he approaches the bathroom mirror to check his complexion “The only person listening is Jungkookie.”

“At least he’ll always have one listener,” Yoongi utters, pretending to check his phone before he glances at Jimin. “Guess we better get back out there.”

“We can tag team!” Hoseok jokes, “tell Taehyungie and Seokjin hyung they can come in next.”

Jimin laughs along awkwardly before he quickly brushes past Yoongi and out the door.

Yoongi’s heart won’t stop racing. He feels a little strange as he exits the room and heads back to the meeting.

/////

After another successful pitch, Namjoon treats the group to a team dinner. Well, technically the company is treating them - Namjoon made a point of telling everyone to order as much as they like so he can expense it on the company card.

Yoongi catches Jimin’s gaze from across the table. Jimin doesn’t snap his eyes away quickly enough.

Is he…watching him? Yoongi feels his cheeks heat up at the unusual attention. He takes another swig of sake so he can blame his flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

Yoongi wets his lips as he watches Jimin fiddle with his chopsticks. He’s barely eaten all evening. It’s strange; usually he’d be shovelling food into his mouth, lips plump and shiny with the remains of sticky, spicy sauce.

It takes him a moment too long to realise he’s staring at Jimin’s lips. He snaps his eyes away before he can find out if Jimin noticed.

“Hyung, you okay?” Hoseok elbows his side lightly. “You’ve barely said a word all evening.”

Yoongi nods quickly, taking another sip of his drink to buy himself time. “Just tired. I’m fine.”

“Hyung probably hasn’t been able to get much sleep,” Jungkook pipes up with a cheeky grin. Yoongi’s cheeks darken further.

“And why is that?” Jimin snaps at Jungkook. He catches himself quickly, offering a smile over his own blush. “I just mean…We’re both sleeping well. We’re taking turns sleeping on the floor.” He meets Yoongi’s gaze with a raised brow. “Right, hyung?”

Yoongi blinks at him. A quick glance around the table shows that all eyes are on him, which means that this is his chance.

With a snort and a smirk, Yoongi replies, “oh, fuck off. You’ve been making me sleep on the floor since the first night. Quit acting nice.”

“Jimin-ah!” Taehyung jokingly scolds his friend with a faux punch.

“Well–He–He snores!” Jimin stutters, doing his best to keep the lie afloat, “I need him as far away from me as possible!”

“Poor Yoongi-yah…he deserves better…” Seokjin quips with a shake of his head before shovelling ramen noodles into his mouth.

“Don’t see you offering your room up though, hyung…” Namjoon utters under his breath.

“Well if he snores I don’t want him either!” Seokjin claims, shooting Yoongi a playful wink.

“Hyung doesn’t snore,” Hoseok insists as he waves about his chopsticks. “We’d hear it constantly in the office otherwise. Jimin-ah, what’s the real reason?”

Jimin huffs. “I hate him! Is that enough of a reason?!”

“C’mon, he’s like a cute cat! How can you hate a cat?” Taehyung pouts at his friend.

The whole table erupts into chatter and giggles. Yoongi can’t keep his eyes off Jimin as his colleague stumbles his way through the conversation. He too is grinning and laughing by the time Jimin meets his gaze.

Despite it all, Jimin smiles back at him.

/////

Yoongi hangs back with Seokjin for one more drink while the others return to the hotel. He needs a moment to cool off before facing Jimin again.

He’s only putting off the inevitable, though.

When he returns, it’s no surprise that the air of the hotel room is thick with sexual tension. Yoongi tries his best to ignore it as he gets his pyjamas from his suitcase.

“Taehyungie just texted me saying he can swap rooms with you tonight,” Jimin states out of the blue.

What? Yoongi’s stomach drops unexpectedly, his gaze snapping to Jimin. He’s sitting cross-legged on the bed in his night clothes, holding his phone in his hand as his thumb moves slowly across the screen.

“I told him you already fell asleep here,” Jimin continues.

Oh. Yoongi’s heart does a flip.

“Why?”

Jimin meets his gaze with a coy smile. “Why not?”

Yoongi swallows thickly, heart racing, blood pumping from excitement and arousal. So, this is a thing now, is it? Yoongi is definitely not mad about that.

He quickly goes over to the mirror, undoing his tie and shrugging off his blazer as Jimin approaches.

Yoongi averts his eyes as Jimin’s small fingers begin to work the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Can’t even undress yourself without help,” Jimin softly tuts.

“You were the one--” his speech is halted as Jimin forcefully presses their lips together. He tilts his head and leans into him, lets Jimin push off his shirt and run his hands over his chest. Jimin pries his mouth open with his slick tongue and he eagerly accepts it, gripping Jimin’s hips as their tongues meet.

God, he’s been waiting for this. Maybe Yoongi is feeling a little feral considering the way he practically tears Jimin’s clothes off him, but that’s his business.

They collapse in a passionate, naked heap on the bed, lips locked and cocks brushing tantalisingly against one another. Yoongi rocks his hips, grinding down onto Jimin until he gasps and nips Yoongi’s bottom lip.

“What do you want?” Yoongi asks, voice heavy with lust as he noses along Jimin’s jaw and pins his hands to the bed.

He’s about ready to give Jimin the fucking world when he’s this gorgeous. Yoongi doesn’t know what’s come over him suddenly.

“I can think of a few things,” Jimin purrs, wiggling his eyebrows as Yoongi huffs a laugh in surprise. “I know what you want.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi cocks a brow, indulging Jimin with a teasing tone as he meets his gaze. “What’s that, then?”

“It involves my mouth,” Jimin begins, licking his lips seductively as he looks up at Yoongi through his lashes. “And your dick.”

Yoongi swallows. Jimin is right. He does want that.

“Not sure what you mean by that,” Yoongi teases with a raised brow, a grin growing on his lips as he moves off of Jimin and lays on his back. “Unless…you want to show me?”

Jimin’s mouth quirks at the corner before he lightly rolls his eyes.

“Should’ve known you’ve never had a blowjob before,” Jimin teases as he slinks down the length of Yoongi’s body. “After all, who would want to get that close to your dick?”

Yoongi snorts with laughter. “You’re a walking contradiction, do you know that?”

“A sexy one, too,” Jimin grins up at him, and Yoongi feels embarrassed with how quickly his cock hardens in Jimin’s hand.

“Shut up,” Yoongi chides to distract from the heat rising on his cheeks.

Jimin quirks a brow, “I won’t be able to talk with your cock down my throat.”

“Now that is true. If only I’d known how to shut you up sooner, it would’ve saved me so many years of turmoil.”

Jimin doesn’t respond to that remark, all too eager to get on with the show. He doesn’t waste a moment, sucking on the tip immediately, stroking him to full hardness as Yoongi’s hips stutter in surprise.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at Jimin’s eagerness. “Never thought you’d be this hungry for my cock…”

Jimin pulls off his cock with a delicious pop, Yoongi bites his lip to restrain any sound.

“Will you shut up? This isn’t a porno,” Jimin says with a roll of his eyes, though he takes him back into his mouth just as quickly.

Yoongi groans, hand resting on Jimin’s head as he sucks him in. For once, he doesn’t tease. Jimin bobs his head gracefully, only pulling off to suckle the tip, eyes sexy and heavy lidded as they set on Yoongi. He throws his head back with a groan of disbelief.

What the fuck is this? Yoongi can’t even think, can’t do anything but grip Jimin’s hair and buck his hips, moaning every time his cock hits the back of Jimin’s throat. He’s an expert, a complete professional, and Yoongi would gladly tell him so if he had the means to string together a coherent sentence.

Some part of Yoongi is waiting for a snarky remark; each time Jimin pulls off his wet dick, Yoongi is bracing himself for an insult to fall past his swollen lips. But it doesn’t come.

No, more than that, Jimin delights him with firm drags of his lips along the shaft, hand steady as he pumps the length and traces light circles around the head with his tongue. Now this is the kind of teasing Yoongi can get on board with.

And then Jimin does something completely mesmerising with his tongue. Yoongi isn’t exactly sure what it is, but his mouth falls open, Jimin’s name slipping past his lips as he tilts his head toward the ceiling.

“You’re so hot like this, hyung,” Jimin croons, voice raw from his insistent cock sucking. “It’s so sexy seeing how much you like it…”

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, feels a dribble of precum bead at his slit.

“Mm, hyung really likes it, huh?” Jimin giggles lightly as his tongue swipes away the liquid. It’s music to Yoongi’s ears. Has he gone delirious?

“Fuck, Jimin-ah…” Yoongi lifts his head to meet Jimin’s gaze. He feels something rising in his chest, something on the tip of his tongue he wants to say. He’s not sure what this feeling is but he can try to form something, anything—

And then Jimin takes him back into his mouth and he loses all thought once again.

“F-Fuck…” Yoongi groans, fingers tightening in Jimin’s hair as he takes him all the way in. “Feels so fucking good.”

Jimin hums around the length, uses his expert tongue to do another expert trick that has Yoongi’s legs trembling. God, he’s so close, feels insane as he fucks his hips upwards to chase his mouth every time he pulls away. Jimin stops moving and he takes it as his cue, holds Jimin’s pretty face steady as he fucks up into his mouth with abandon.

He’s coming, fuck, he’s coming. The most loud, embarrassing, euphoric moan falls from Yoongi’s lips as he spills down Jimin’s throat. His hips jerk out every drop, legs quivering as he rides out the high.

Jimin, a saint, waits until Yoongi has come down completely before he removes himself from his spent cock. Yoongi stares at him in awe.

That was the most unreal, out-of-this-world blowjob that Yoongi has ever experienced.

When Jimin said his special talent was giving blowjobs at last year’s Christmas party, Yoongi shouldn’t have rolled his eyes and made a mean comment. He was fucking right - something like this can only be called a talent.

Yoongi’s body moves on its own, reacting before his mind catches up. Jimin yelps softly in surprise as Yoongi tackles him down on the bed, eyes wild as Jimin looks up at him, puzzled.

“Wha—“

“How did you…That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

Jimin blinks up at him before a smirk grows onto his lips. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m—“

He’s cut off as Yoongi smashes their lips together, so full of glee and thankfulness that he wants to express with every press of lips. Jimin giggles cutely into the forceful kiss, and Yoongi really does feel like he’s going to go insane.

Yoongi curses as he pulls away, eyes frantically scanning over Jimin’s body, his cute cock. He isn’t half as good as Jimin with blowjobs, but Yoongi will do what he can.

Jimin gasps as Yoongi roughly presses his thighs to his chest, tongue and lips frantic over his cock, his balls, his taint. He parts Jimin’s peachy cheeks to get a mouthful, tongue circling, fucking into his hole with abandon. Jimin’s moans, high-pitched and loud, are the confirmation that whatever he’s doing is working. Yoongi tugs Jimin as his tongue works feverishly along his most sensitive spots, and Jimin is crying out with bliss in a matter of moments, hot streams of his cum dripping down Yoongi’s fingers.

It happens so fast, Yoongi doesn’t let himself settle between Jimin’s thighs any longer in the fear that he’ll want to stay forever. He rolls over and shuffles further up the bed as Jimin splays out, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Wow…” Jimin utters in breathless disbelief, flushed to the core. “What…the fuck was all that?”

“It was…my attempt at returning the favour, I guess,” Yoongi murmurs just as bashfully.

“For the first time ever…I feel praised by you,” Jimin says to the ceiling with a short chuckle. “Is this what it feels like? I was always jealous of the others getting compliments from you.”

“Shut up, you were not,” Yoongi chuckles, rubbing the back of his flushed neck as he eyes Jimin’s pretty figure. “You’d cringe out if I complimented you for real.”

“You’re right. That was good though,” Jimin admits, rolling onto his front to meet Yoongi’s eyes. His gaze is heavy, Yoongi swallows and averts his eyes. “I don’t usually come that fast when I’m being eaten out.”

Yoongi involuntarily meets his gaze. “Oh?”

Jimin nods, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “I’d prefer that over verbal praise any day of the week.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh. “Well, don’t get used to it.”

“I sort of am, though,” Jimin teases, crawling over to Yoongi on the bed. “Sorry.”

Yoongi’s breath hitches as a firm kiss is pressed onto his lips. He draws Jimin closer with a hand to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss until Jimin pulls away.

“You’re not a cuddler, right?” Jimin asks. Yoongi shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing as he’s pushed onto his back. “Tough shit.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh as Jimin cuddles up to him, “Is this my punishment?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, though Yoongi can see the smile tugging at his plush lips. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Yoongi hums, settling comfortably against the pillows. It does feel nice to have Jimin under his arm, he’ll admit.

Things really have done a full 180 with himself and Jimin, and yet there’s something that still remains a mystery to him.

“Hey…why did you hate me so much?” Yoongi asks out of the blue. Now seems as good a time as any.

Jimin snorts a laugh. “I…dunno, I just always…you always bothered me, you know?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “But when did all that start? Surely you didn’t just start hating on me for no reason.”

Jimin pauses before he lets out a long sigh, “you don’t remember?”

Yoongi furrows his brow. “Remember…what?”

“There was a time when you….” Jimin sighs again. “I had been working on the Samsung account for months when Namjoon hyung called me and told me someone else would be taking it on.”

Yoongi purses his lips as his mind takes him back. “Samsung? I’d just joined the company when that happened. It was over two years ago–”

“It really fucking sucked, okay?!” Jimin snaps, defensive. “I know it wasn’t Namjoon’s fault but I was ready to tear his fucking head off when he told me management wanted the new guy to take it. The months of prep, the hours wasted on meetings, that deal was everything to me...”

Yoongi frowns at the pain in Jimin’s voice. “Shit…I didn’t know.”

Jimin lets out a long sigh. “It was my chance…I could’ve–I was ready to show the higher-ups what I was really made of. Hell, it could’ve been the biggest win the company had ever seen!” Jimin scoffs as he shakes his head. “Bigger than the HYBE deal, bigger than anything. It was finally my turn to shine...”

”You always shine,” Yoongi says without missing a beat. “Way brighter than me–way brighter than anyone. BTS would fall to pieces without you.”

Jimin huffs a laugh at that, “you’re exaggerating.”

“I promise you, I’m not.” Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow. “I didn’t mean to take that opportunity from you. I fumbled my way through it, it should’ve been yours.”

Jimin shakes his head, loosely shrugging, “Not like you had a choice either way. I guess it was pretty immature of me to hold it against you...”

“But if I’d have known, maybe I could’ve…” he sighs. No use looking back now. “For what it’s worth…I am sorry, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin meets Yoongi’s gaze, a warm and sincere smile growing onto his lips. Yoongi blushes deeply. “Thank you…but it’s really not your fault.”

The room grows quiet. Jimin buries his head into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, too…” Jimin’s voice is so gentle that Yoongi has to hold his breath to hear him. “I’ve been an idiot.”

Yoongi smiles. He squeezes Jimin a little closer.

“We’ve both been idiots.”

Jimin lets out a watery chuckle against him as he nods. Yoongi wonders if Jimin can hear his heart racing. What’s happening to him?

They lay in comfortable silence for a few moments. There’s a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in Yoongi’s chest; maybe he’ll have to get used to feeling this way around Jimin.

Jimin suddenly nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck, it tickles and makes him squirm. “Hey…do you wanna go and find out if Taehyung is still fucking that guy?”

“No.” Yoongi replies, leisurely trailing his fingers up and down Jimin’s back.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Like an investigation,” Jimin insists with a wicked smile. “I’ll give you another blowjob if you come with me.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen. Such a tempting offer. “I don’t think I’ll be ready for a while--”

Jimin kisses him to shut him up, slow and sensual. He stays close after he breaks the kiss, his breath tickling Yoongi’s lips. “In the morning.”

Despite what Yoongi said, his cock is twitching right now. “Deal.”

Jimin laughs in victory, bouncing off the bed to pick up his clothes. “Knew that would work.”

“You have to do it though, you can’t just say that and leave me hanging tomorrow.”

“Relax,” Jimin drawls. “I’ll do it, don’t worry.”

Yoongi still looks unconvinced. If he’s getting out of bed now he really expects a blowjob from it.

Jimin sighs, approaching Yoongi and holding out his pinky finger. “Hyung. I promise you, I’ll suck your cock tomorrow.”

Yoongi huffs out a laugh, but he links their fingers anyway.

With their clothes back on, Yoongi and Jimin head down to the floor below in search of Taehyung’s room. It’s three in the morning and the corridors are empty. Strangely, it does feel like he and Jimin are on some secret mission as they dart across the floors and manoeuvre their way past housekeeping carts.

“This is it,” Jimin whispers as they reach the door, grinning excitedly at Yoongi who has to push down every thought he has about how pretty Jimin’s smile is. Now is not the time. “You should go hide somewhere, go further down the corridor.”

Yoongi nods in agreement, shuffling further down the hallway before Jimin excitedly knocks on the door.

Jimin taps his foot impatiently as he waits. There’s no answer so he shrugs at Yoongi. Another minute goes by, and Yoongi is about ready to call it quits when the door abruptly swings open.

“Taehyung-ah!” Jimin throws himself at his best friend, squeezing him in a tight soulmate hug. “I missed you so I came to visit. Hope that’s okay.”

“Why didn’t you text?” Taehyung asks, he seems caught off guard, cheeks red and voice thick. “Um...I’m sorry, I’m really tired so--” he’s cut off by his own giggles as Jimin tickles his sides.

“Got ya!” Jimin exclaims, worming his way past Taehyung and into the room. “Oh--Oh my god! Taehyung?!”

Upon hearing that, Yoongi is far too intrigued not to investigate himself. He races over to the room and steps past a bewildered Taehyung.

“What’s Yoongi hyung doing--”

“Namjoon?!” Yoongi gapes upon finding his manager in Taehyung’s bed. He’s naked, pulling the covers further up his body with an embarrassed flush.

Taehyung grins sheepishly with his hands clasped behind his back. “Surprise?”

“I can’t believe you kept this from me!” Jimin pouts at his best friend.

Taehyung holds his hands up defensively. “I didn’t want you to think I was just trying to get a promotion!”

“As if I would’ve thought any less of you for trying!” Jimin slaps Taehyung’s ass. “Go get that promotion!”

Taehyung chuckles at that, looking much more relieved now. “No, no...It’s actually more serious than that,” he smiles at Namjoon, who still seems struck with embarrassment. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh?” Jimin and Yoongi say in unison. They both flush and avert their gazes shyly.

Namjoon nods, anxiously wetting his lips. “We’ve only been an official couple for a few months...We were just worried you and the other guys would find it weird.” Namjoon pauses. “Taehyung was particularly worried you guys would think he was trying to get promoted.”

“The real question here, though, is will he be getting that promotion?” Jimin raises an intimidating eyebrow, popping his hip to the side and crossing his arms.

Namjoon is unaffected, a chuckle coming past his lips. “No way. You two are way more qualified than him, I’d rather choose between the two of you for a promotion.”

Taehyung pouts but Namjoon blows him a kiss, which seems to make him feel better.

“Oh, of course. I’ll gladly accept that pay rise, thank you.” Jimin pushes some hair off his forehead in a sexy motion with a smug smile.

“Fuck off,” Yoongi grunts, “Namjoon would pick me over you, I guarantee it.”

“Can you guys do your bickering elsewhere?” Taehyung asks as he crawls into bed with Namjoon. “And close the door on your way out, thanks.”

“You mean to tell me that Namjoon’s hotel room was empty every evening?” Yoongi chuckles as he tucks himself into bed beside Jimin. “So I could’ve been there the whole time.”

“Yeah, you could’ve,” Jimin begins as he nuzzles into Yoongi’s arms. “But then you wouldn’t have been able to have sex with me.”

“True,” Yoongi hums. It’s strange how things worked out, but he’s happier than he’s been in a long while. “I enjoyed the sex more than sleeping alone, that’s for sure.”

He feels Jimin stiffen under his palm, and in the next moment his colleague is shuffling away from him and over to the other side of the bed.

“What?” Yoongi utters instinctively. As Jimin huffs a breath, he feels his stomach drop. “What's wrong?”

Jimin grunts, turning to face the other way. “Nothing. Goodnight.”

Yoongi furrows his brow, “it’s obviously not noth--”

“I said, goodnight.”

Yoongi sighs, reaching out to click off the lamp.

/////

When Yoongi wakes the next morning, Jimin is already awake beside him scrolling through his phone. Yoongi stretches out his arms.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Jimin says, putting his phone aside. “Let’s get this blowjob over and done with. I’m starving and I want to get breakfast.”

Yoongi squints up at Jimin. He had forgotten about that. “Uh...right--” he gasps softly as Jimin all but pounces on him, tugging him out of his pyjama bottoms so fast his head spins. He grabs Jimin’s wrist to stop him, “so sudden?”

Jimin gives him an unimpressed look. “You’re the one that wanted this. Have you changed your mind? Can I go now?”

Yoongi frowns as he tucks himself back in. “I mean--You have to want to do it, too. It doesn’t sound like you want to.”

Jimin sighs, hanging his head. “I dunno, hyung…” his voice is soft, though a little hoarse. “I don’t know what I want...I feel--I feel weird.”

Yoongi’s stomach does a little flip. “Weird how?”

Jimin shrugs, scratching the back of his head. “Initially I wanted this to just be a sex thing. That’s why I kissed you, I thought it’d be a good way to blow off some steam but now I--I’ve realised something.”

Yoongi can’t help that he’s endeared by the way Jimin twirls a thread from his t-shirt around his finger. He stays silent, letting Jimin continue.

Jimin groans, covering his face in his hands. “This is so awkward to say! Nope, I’m not saying it,” he decides, crossing his arms.

Yoongi huffs a laugh. “You can’t leave me hanging like that,” he gets onto his knees to sit opposite his colleague. “Say it.”

“I can’t because...because this is just a sex thing for you and I--”

“What if it’s not?”

Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise, a light blush forming on his cheeks. “It’s--it’s not?”

Yoongi shrugs with a small smirk. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this shy. It’s kind of cute.”

Jimin rolls his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, well...Don’t get used to it.”

They stay silent for a moment, Yoongi swallows thickly as he looks upon Jimin’s pretty face. He likes Jimin, he’d be an idiot to not realise that by now. He knows Jimin must like him, too. So, where do they go from here?

“Shall we go downstairs and get breakfast?” Yoongi asks, taking Jimin’s hand in his.

Jimin recoils almost immediately, eyes wide and cheeks on fire. “Me and you? Why? Why would we--”

He’s cut off as Yoongi chuckles, a pout forms on Jimin’s lips. “Are you stupid? You like me, don’t you? And I like you.”

Jimin looks shyly at his lap. “How do you know I like you? Now who’s vain?”

There’s no bite in it, it makes Yoongi grin. “You’re not denying it, dummy.”

Jimin huffs, getting up from the bed with a stretch. “Fine. I’ll allow you to take me to breakfast.”

Yoongi scoffs, “Oh, you’ll allow me? What are you, royalty?”

Jimin smirks at him, “I mean, I look like royalty, don’t I?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “No. You look like a regular person.”

“A regular, pretty person?”

Yoongi tries poorly to conceal a smile as he hops out of bed to go to the closet. “Anyway, we should get dressed and head down. It’ll be good to eat before the flight.”

Jimin giggles as he saunters over to Yoongi, draping his arms over his shoulders as Yoongi’s hands find his waist.

“I always knew you liked me. It’d be cute if it wasn’t disgusting,” Jimin teases, leaning in so his breath tickles Yoongi’s lips.

“You’re such a liar,” Yoongi grunts, pressing Jimin against the closet door with a smirk as he trails his lips lightly along Jimin’s jaw. “You don’t find it disgusting. You love it.”

Jimin gasps softly, squeezing Yoongi’s biceps. “As if. I just--I like the attention.”

“I know,” Yoongi rasps into his ear, nipping his lobe. “I’ll give it to you.”

Jimin shivers, cupping Yoongi’s cheeks and pressing their lips together, he whines when Yoongi pulls away, laughing.

“We’re getting breakfast,” he states with a shit-eating grin.

Jimin groans, “I hate you, oh my god, you’re gonna be the worst boyfriend ever--”

“Boyfriend?”

Jimin flushes. “No--What I meant to say--I mean, didn’t you--” Jimin whines, looking helplessly at Yoongi. “What?”

A wide grin grows onto Yoongi’s face, and he resists another bout of laughter. He should probably put Jimin out of his misery.

Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, “Okay, sure. Boyfriends.”

Jimin’s eyes widen with his smile. “Really? Okay well--” he furrows his brow. “Don’t tell anyone, though.”

Yoongi raises a brow, crossing his arms. “Why? You embarrassed of me?”

Jimin nods firmly. “Absolutely.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh. “Fine, whatever. We’ll keep it between us two for now.”

Jimin grins before he claps his hands together. “Let’s go eat!”

/////

Yoongi and Jimin haven’t spoken much since returning to Korea, but they’ve texted more in a couple of days than they have in the two years they’ve known each other. Yoongi has to admit, he feels a thrill every time he receives heart emojis or a pretty selfie from Jimin. It’s still strange to him that they’re an item, but he’s happy.

Nobody else knows, as per the agreement.

Yoongi is a little nervous to see Jimin back at the office, only to find that Jimin is keeping up his usual act. He makes an effort to berate Yoongi and call him names like nothing has changed. Yoongi can’t help but find it absolutely adorable.

It’s when Yoongi is taking his seat in the meeting room that he overhears a conversation, his boyfriend and colleague Taehyung murmuring around the box of doughnuts placed by the presentation screen.

“Did you and Yoongi hyung start to get along by the end of the trip? Sharing a room sounds real intimate…”

Jimin scoffs a little too dramatically. “Please, I’m pretty sure I hate him more now than I did before. We’ll never see eye to eye.”

Taehyung pouts at his friend as he picks up a glazed doughnut. “Hyung is actually a pretty cool guy...I wish you could see that,” he takes a large bite, almost swallowing the thing whole. “I’m sure one day you will.”

“I’d rather die than be friends with him,” Jimin says with his whole chest, and Yoongi has to repress a laugh. He’s really not subtle.

He watches with keen eyes as Jimin heads to the front of the room to begin the meeting. Now’s his chance.

Yoongi strolls up to Jimin, pulls him close with an arm wrapped around his waist, and presses a kiss on his lips.

“Good luck with the meeting, babe.”

The whole room gasps, completely scandalised, and Jimin gives Yoongi the biggest death glare he’s ever seen with adorable flushed cheeks. Yoongi grins happily as he takes his seat.