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Earphones in, Jimin sat alone at one of the quieter tables in the corner of the bustling college cafeteria. The distant noise of chattering students and clattering trays provided a backdrop for his solitude. With his fingers lightly drumming along to the rhythmic beat in his ears, he delved into the world of his study book.

Soft, brown hair gently framed Jimin's face, shielding him from prying eyes as he focused on the pages in front of him. Occasionally, he would take thoughtful bites from the sandwich he had bought not too long ago. His gentle presence blended seamlessly into the background of whatever drama unfolded in the large communal area every week, every lunch time. Always some problem going on with one friendship group or another and this free hour everyone shared was the perfect opportunity for said issues to be ‘dealt’ with.

Whatever that meant.

Some time later, the jarring sound of food trays hitting the table brought Jimin out of his little study world. He looked up to find his mischievous best friend, Taehyung, grinning at him, followed by the unimpressed gaze of their older friend, Jin. Jimin returned the grin, his eyes shining with anticipation. He casually removed one of his earphones, ready to hear whatever his best friend was thinking.

“What brilliant idea have you come up with now, you idiot?" Jimin teased, playfully nudging Taehyung.

With his trademark boxy grin, Taehyung settled down next to Jimin, excitement radiating from him as he opened his food container. A mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes as he began to explain his grand plan. "It's an ingenious plan, I'll have you know," Taehyung proclaimed, his voice brimming with confidence.

Jin, always the voice of practicality, shook his head with a hint of scepticism, sipping on his pink milk. "I beg to differ. It's destined to fail," he interjected, not hesitant to share his doubts.

Taehyung's unwavering determination showed no signs of wavering. "Have some faith, hyung!"

Jin looked at Jimin, seeking his opinion, amused curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Confusion flickered across Jimin's face as he arched an eyebrow, but he patiently waited for Tae to share his plan who eventually motioned for Jimin to lean closer.

"Okay, listen up. I’m thinking of orchestrating moments that force us to meet and interact. Like strategically choosing spots I know he usually hangs out at, then ‘accidentally’ bump into him, like it’s fate bringing us together!" he proclaimed, a hint of determination lacing his words.

Jin sighed in exasperation. "Tae, that's hardly a fool proof plan. You can't force fate or make it convenient."

Jimin nodded in agreement with Jin's cautious stance, understanding the nature of fate and its unpredictability. Yet, a glimmer of hope flickered within him, intrigued by Taehyung's dedication.

"But hyung," Jimin chimed in, his voice laced with curiosity, "What if there’s a hint of a possibility of bending fate? What if these forced moments just nudge us closer to where we’re meant to be? Tae might be onto something.”

Taehyung's eyes lit up with gratitude towards his friend who seemed willing to indulge in his idealistic notions.

"Exactly, Jimin! You get it. We create the stage, and let destiny do the rest," he declared, his optimism infectious.

Jin shook his head in disbelief. "Look, I think you two are setting yourselves up for disappointment. Jungkook may not even respond to these 'coincidental' encounters," he cautioned, expressing genuine concern for his friends' hearts.

“Besides, don’t forget that he hangs around with that Min Yoongi, a notorious heart breaker. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook takes after him and plays with your emotions.”

Taehyung shrugged off Jin's doubts, eager to forge his own path. "We won't know unless we try, right? The universe works in mysterious ways, and I believe Jungkook and I are destined to cross paths," he insisted.

Jin just sighed, “Can’t say I didn’t try to warn you when it inevitably happens.”

Taehyung changed the subject, trying to shift the mood. “Anyways, speaking of fate, how’s it going with Jae, Jimin? Have you confronted him yet?”

Jimin shook his head, a look of sadness tugging at his lips. Jae was his soon to be ex boyfriend since Jimin had figured out that he’s being cheated on. “No, I still don’t know how to bring it up. We haven’t had a proper conversation all week, and he must know I’m onto him.”

“If I need to beat a motherfucker up I will.” Taehyung stated firmly, his expression turning serious. “You need to end things with him, Jimin.”

Nodding, Jimin contemplated. “I know, I know. I just don’t know how to go about it all?”

Jin reached out and took Jimin's hand in his. "Don't rush it. Approach this in a way that makes you most comfortable. Just remember, we'll always be here to support you and stand by your side."

"Thanks, Jin," Jimin said appreciatively.

"I think I might talk to him about it this weekend, somewhere private where no one can hear or interfere."

"Good plan. Keep us updated," Jin replied.

Finishing the last bit of his sandwich, Jimin pushed his textbook toward the centre of the table.

"Moving on," he declared, taking a sip of his drink. "Exams are coming up, and I can bet your bottom dollar that you, Tae, haven't prepared at all so far."

Taehyung raised his hands in surrender, offering a sheepish grin. "You caught me."

"Study session at my place tonight?" Jimin proposed.

"Please! This maths is actually going to be the end of me," Taehyung complained, slumping back in his chair. "I hate maths. I hate college. And I hate exams."

"You hate a lot of things, Tae," Jin teased with a smirk.

"Yeah, but Jungkook isn't one of them, is he?" Jimin added playfully.

Straightening up, Taehyung smirked as his hair fell back into place. "Damn right. But don't worry, Jimin, you're still my favourite."

Jin scoffed, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me, but what about me? Worldwide Handsome over here? Jimin is an angel, don't get me wrong, but come on now. Am I not your favourite?"

“Nah, Jimin has my soul," Taehyung replied unabashedly.

"The nerve of you, putting Worldwide Handsome in second place," Jin said, trying to sound indignant but failing to hide his amusement. "You two are troublemakers."

Jimin and Taehyung burst into laughter, holding their stomachs as they revel in their hyung's amusing comments. They loved him for it.

However, their moment was abruptly interrupted by a commotion nearby. They turned their attention to see one of the popular girls, Ha-rin, shouting at none other than Min Yoongi, who was clad in his usual sleek, all-black attire.

Yoongi stood expressionless, listening to Ha-rin’s heated accusations without a flicker of emotion. She must have been his latest affair.

Ha-rin's voice rose in frustration. "You think you can treat people like disposable toys, Yoongi? Your playboy reputation won't save you this time! You’ve messed with the wrong girl."

Yoongi stood tall and calm, his voice cutting through the tension. "You're mistaken, Ha-rin, you’re not so innocent yourself and I won't entertain your baseless accusations. Find someone else to play your games with."

Ha-rin's voice trembled with anger. "You think you can just manipulate everyone's emotions and throw them away? Well, you'll regret ever messing with me! You're not as untouchable as you think!"

Yoongi dismissed her theatrics. His voice was low and steady as he retorted, "Save the dramatics, Ha-rin. You were merely a temporary distraction. I have more pressing concerns to attend to than your misplaced jealousy.” He casually crossed his arms and leaned against the nearby pillar, exuding a nonchalant air.

"Besides, let's not forget that you were the one who approached me in the first place, my dear. From the beginning, I made it clear that our liaison was strictly no-strings-attached. I've always stayed true to that, but it seems like you couldn't handle it."

Ha-rin's anger trembled in her voice, fuelled by her desperation. "You’re just as broken as the rest of us but with feelings you refuse to acknowledge! Mark my words, Yoongi. Your so-called swagger will crumble, and I'll be there to witness it. Don't mistake your aloofness for being untouchable."

Yoongi's smirk played on his lips, his confidence unwavering. "Broken? Perhaps. But I don't allow my shattered pieces to define me. I embrace them and use them to rebuild something stronger. As for feelings, I'm not interested in anything permanent. That's not how I do things, you should know that."

Ha-rin shook with a mix of anger and frustration, her voice charged with emotion. "You say you want nothing permanent, but when you act like you do in private, it messes with people's heads! It's your fault we catch feelings! You should have known better!"

Yoongi's laughter cut sharply through the air. "And who is to blame but yourself? You welcomed it, knowing full well the consequences. You came to me, Ha-rin. Or have you conveniently forgotten that part?"

Ha-rin took a moment to catch her breath, her arms folded stubbornly across her chest as she locked eyes with Yoongi. "You knew it was wrong, too! You could have stopped this from the beginning. But instead, you chose last night to make the situation more complicated. You can't deny your responsibility."

Yoongi's chuckle resonated with detached amusement. "Wrong? Sure. But I find delight in the forbidden and stolen moments. Regret is not something that concerns me, but I think it's time to bring this chapter to a close. After all, why should you care when you already have a boyfriend? A rather inadequate one, I might add."

Speaking of the devil, Jae entered, enveloping Ha-rin protectively with his arm. His voice carried defiance as he sternly warned Yoongi. "Stay away from my girl. Do you understand?"

Jin's glare held traces of resentment as he interjected, muttering to Jimin and Taehyung who were just watching silently along with many others in the canteen - some recording.

"And there's Jae, playing the knight in shining armour, trying to shield Ha-rin. Despicable. Jimin, you deserve better than a cheater like him."

Jimin's response was calm, his gaze fixed on Jae. "I know, Jin. I've been aware of his actions for some time now."

His focus shifted back to Yoongi, whose voice held a mix of contemplation and detached amusement. "Ah, Jae, always entangling yourself in complicated affairs. Quite the devoted boyfriend, aren't you?"

Jae swiftly interposed himself between Ha-rin and Yoongi, his tone defensive and assertive. "I don't know what's happening between the two of you, but it ends today. Right now."

Ha-rin's panic made her interject frantically, "Jae, there's nothing going on that you need to worry about, baby!"

“What’s all this fuss? Are you okay? What’s he doing here with you?”

“It’s fine, babe, honestly!”

Yoongi coughed to gain their attention. “I’d like to oppose that, actually. See, Ha-rin here hasn’t been very faithful to you. Whether you lack skills in bed or you lack overall love, ‘your girl’ as you called her earlier, seemed to enjoy running to me to satisfy her needs over you; her own boyfriend.” He chuckled, watching as Jae stood back with his mouth open in disbelief.

Though he’s one to talk, isn’t he? Not exactly innocent either.

As the tension in the air thickened, Yoongi chimed in again, his voice carrying a hint of entertainment. "Ah, love, it can be quite the complicated web, can't it? People do terrible things under its guise."

As Jae became the one to hurl abuse towards black haired boy, a flicker of concern slipped into Yoongi’s gaze as his eyes fleetingly met Jimin’s, who had observed everything with a calm and resigned demeanour. It was clear Yoongi knew there was a link between Jae and Jimin, however, their connection was over as quick as it started as Yoongi redirected his attention back to the brewing storm.

Contemplating Jae's words, Yoongi's eyes narrowed briefly before he cryptically replied, "Consider the consequences of your actions, Jae. Mistakes have a way of catching up with you." With that, Yoongi calmly walked away, going out of sight.

Jimin involuntarily followed Yoongi's departure, but he redirected his attention to his concerned friends, Jin and Taehyung exchanging glances filled with mixed emotions. The brewing storm had captured the attention of the students, prompting whispers and giggles as they withdrew their phones.

Jae noticed Jimin's gaze, and guilt washed over him as he retreated from Ha-rin's side.

Jimin took the opportunity, fuelled by a mix of sadness and determination, and approached Jae with a steady stride. The onlookers hushed, sensing that something was about to go down.

Stopping in front of Jae, Jimin's eyes bore into him with a mixture of disappointment and resolve. "Jae," he began, his voice carrying a quiet intensity that cut through the surrounding tension, "I know about your affair with Ha-rin. I won't stand for being treated this way! With such disrespect. Was I not enough?"

Jae, caught off guard, stammered, "Jimin, it's not what you think."

Jimin, however, stood firm, unyielding to excuses. "Oh it always is, isn’t it? I've heard enough. Our relationship is over," he declared, his words ringing through the canteen. Gasps and whispers rippled through the onlookers as they absorbed the unexpected revelation.

Ha-rin stood in silence, her eyes downcast, unable to face the consequences.

With a glance around at the shocked faces, Jimin continued, his voice unwavering, "If you have a problem with that, go talk to Tae and Jin hyung."

The weight of broken trust and shattered love hung palpably in the air as Jimin turned away, leaving Jae exposed to the consequences of his actions.

Silence settled over the scene as Jimin gracefully walked away, leaving behind the remnants of a relationship now laid bare in front of the watching eyes. Rounding the corner, he caught a glimpse of Yoongi, who seemed to be in some form of shock. Jimin didn’t take much notice, he wanted to get away from everybody, and fast.

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Searching the halls, Jimin found tranquillity in the serenity of a seemingly abandoned classroom, hidden away from prying eyes. The dim space held an air of mystery, with no assigned purpose, serving as a temporary refuge for both teachers and students alike. Rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting an ethereal glow upon the dust particles dancing in the air. The bulletin boards, adorned with cute, little, colourful art pieces from students, were amazingly still intact.

It wasn’t a spacious room, but it had enough room for movement to create a makeshift dance floor, with a desk or two scattered towards the back, decorated with loose papers and old computers.

Sliding the door shut behind him, Jimin leaned against it, gently sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. Folding his legs close to his chest, he rested his head atop of his interlaced arms.

And… breathe.

Silence enveloped the room, allowing Jimin to collect his scattered thoughts and find solace in the stillness surrounding him.

So much for that plan of breaking up with Jae in the comfort of anywhere that wasn’t in school in front of hundreds of people, huh?

Yet amidst the chaos, a flicker of newfound freedom painted the edges of Jimin's consciousness. Finally embracing the truth that had gradually unfolded before him over the past month, he had slowly become aware of Jae’s actions. It struck him like a bolt of lightning when he witnessed his now ex-boyfriend’s flirtatious exchange with Ha-rin during one lunch time.

He had rounded a corner down one of the halls shortly after exiting a class, hoping to join him for a bite to eat like what was planned, only to stumble upon a painful reality: his boyfriend wrapped up in some stupidly undeniable chemistry with the college’s current “it girl”, casting aside their once genuine emotional connection.

Jimin had quickly fled from the sight, fighting back tears and masking his pain with a simple message, hoping Jae would just be honest to him and they could end things quickly and, hopefully, less painfully.

«Hey, where are you? :)»

Yet he was met with the response of a customary lie only moments later.

«Just got out of class, sorry! Meet you at our usual spot?»

It was all a façade.

Since that moment, Jimin had carefully observed and dissected every change in Jae’s behaviour. Even subtle changes, like the distance between their bodies when they hugged, or the diminishing frequency of their sweet corner-of-the-mouth kisses that he would receive from the man he once viewed as a lover.

It became very clear he was cheating. The signs just becoming more and more obvious.

Jimin didn’t even realise that he had been crying whilst reflecting until he looked up, startled to feel dampness against his sleeve from the tears that had silently trickled down his cheeks, further betraying his pain.

His heart still raced from the adrenaline of the public confrontation, so why not channel his restless energy into something more productive? And thus, the answer presented itself: dancing.

In a corner of the room, Jimin discarded his heeled boots, and gracefully made his way towards the centre of the open floor space, finally allowing his overflowing emotions to find expression in rhythmic movements. He hit play on his carefully curated playlist and began with a series of stretches, meticulously preparing his body for the mini dance practice session ahead.

Experimenting with new moves to take his mind off of everything, he pushed himself to understand his limits - deciding on testing the boundaries of his precise spins, striving to hit the perfect balance between awe-inspiring rotations and the dizzying edge of control.

Four and a half spins stood as his personal best so far, but ever determined, Jimin aimed to beat that, always saying there’s room for improvement.

He barely noticed the sound of the door creaking open.

Startled, he halted his movements and turned, stopping mid-dance, to meet the familiar gaze of the one and only, Min Yoongi. The notorious playboy. He was in the doorway, earbuds in, and his presence both intrigued and unsettled Jimin as he straightened up, playing it cool.

Yoongi’s eyes widened upon recognising Jimin from earlier. A confident smirk stretched across his face as he walked further into the classroom, observing Jimin with a mix of curiosity and sly amusement.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t hot topic himself. Jimin right?” Yoongi quipped, leaning casually against a nearby desk.

“Yes, that’s me. And you’re Yoongi,” he responded, staying collected.

Yoongi chuckled, the sound carrying a hint of mischief. “Stories travel fast in these halls, don’t they? Particularly when it comes to fascinating golden boys like yourself, Mr Goody-Two-Shoes.” He teased, his eyes searching Jimin’s face for a reaction.

Curiosity bloomed within Jimin as he decided to probe further, many questions flooding through his mind. “Speaking of stories, what’s your deal with Ha-rin? I couldn’t help but notice your little to-do with her earlier. Well, everyone couldn’t.” He inquired, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Yoongi’s gaze darted away for a moment before fixing back on Jimin, his tone guarded yet tinged with vulnerability. “Complicated, Jimin. The things I get myself into, they can get messy, and sometimes we get caught up in situations beyond our control,” he confessed.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed slightly, sceptical and cautious. “And what brings you here anyways? Skipping class, are we?” Jimin retorted, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion.

A smirk played at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as he stepped closer to Jimin, shrinking the distance between them. The air was heavy with tension as Yoongi removed his headphones, his eyes on Jimin. “Why? Planning to report me, sweetheart?” He queried, rising to challenge, eyes sparkling with subtle anticipation.

Jimin refused to let the playboy’s casual arrogance bother him. Disregarding the jibe, he simply ignored the older and his closeness, and returned his focus to his phone, to his playlist, scrolling to find a different song.

The black-haired boy became intrigued as he observed Jimin’s seemingly composed appearance. In one smooth motion, he stepped closer, and reached out his hand to pause the playlist.

Startled yet again, Jimin looked up, his eyes widening in surprise at their closer proximity. “Can I.. help you?” He asked, confused.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a bemused smile, holding Jimin’s gaze then eyeing him up and down. “Just wanted to confirm if you’re as interesting as you look,” he replied, his voice yet again tinged with slight mischief.

Jimin felt his heart racing in response. “Interesting? What makes you think that?”

Another step closer, “Call it a gut feeling. I reckon there’s more to you than what meets the eye.” His gaze lingered over the younger’s features.

“Is that so? Well, we all have our layers, don’t we, Yoongi?” Jimin countered proudly.

“Touché Jimin. You’re a smart one.”

“Is this how you get all your side chicks?”

Yoongi smirked, “Not at all, darling. Why? Are you wanting to be my next?”

Jimin scoffed, taking a step back. “As if. I don’t want to get involved in your chaotic reputation. Plus, I’m not going to be easily swayed - especially not with empty charms.”

Yoongi's lips curved into a mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Oh, is that a challenge, Jimin? I guess actions speak louder than words," he responded, his voice now laced with seductiveness.

With no hesitation, Yoongi closed the remaining distance between them, one hand gently grazing Jimin's cheek, the other finding the small of his back, sending a shiver coursing through the younger’s body. Jimin’s breath hitched, lips parting slightly in anticipation.

Without a word, Yoongi leaned in, capturing Jimin's lips in a fiery, passionate kiss. The world seemed to fade away as the intensity between them skyrocketed, their bodies wanting more. Jimin knew it was wrong, yet it felt so good?

His arms wrapped around Yoongi's body, pulling him closer, as the kiss deepened. Their lips moved with hunger, tongues engaging in a battle for control, Yoongi effortlessly taking the lead - no surprise to Jimin.

With each gasp between stolen kisses, their hearts pounded harder, faster, against their chests. Jimin let out a soft moan from the overwhelming sensations, Yoongi's hands roaming up and down his body fervently whilst the older sucked harshly at his tongue and bottom lip.

Slowly, he was guided backward, his back meeting the edge of a nearby desk, a reminder of where they actually are and bringing Jimin back to his senses. He quickly broke off the kiss, though his lips parted from Yoongi's with reluctance. Gasping for breath, he spoke with a quiet voice, "Yoongi, we... we have to stop."

Yoongi nodded, his face mirroring Jimin's conflicted emotions. "You tempt me, Jimin," he confessed in a breathless whisper. "Good kisser too," he added.

Eventually, they untangled themselves from each other's hold. Jimin straightened his now dishevelled attire, composing himself as best he could, while Yoongi ran a hand through his ruffled hair.

A moment of silence stretched between them until Jimin’s trembling voice broke through. “What… what was that all about?”

The elder's smile was unmistakably smug yet undeniably genuine. “That, Jimin, was a taste of what could be,” he responded, a captivating glimmer in his eyes. “A glimpse of what you could experience with me - no strings attached, of course.” He spoke so casually yet his words were intense.

“R-Right.” He stuttered out, his heart racing even faster, if that was even possible by now, as he processed Yoongi’s bold proposal.

He can’t actually believe they just did.. what they did? Especially after Jin’s endless talks of ‘Yoongi this’, ‘Yoongi that’, ‘don’t go near him’, ‘don’t get involved’, yada yada. Jin was right about one thing though, the black-haired playboy was certainly cheeky and not scared to take chances to get what he wants.

Who did he think he is, kissing him like that? Especially when he’s fresh out of a break up.

But on one hand..

Jimin can’t deny that the man is attractive. He supposes that helps him engage in all his affairs.

With a lingering touch on Jimin’s cheek, Yoongi turned on his heels, silent yet confident in his departure. As the door closed behind him, the younger was left just standing there, still in shock and starstruck.

The quietness of the room settled again, filled with the echoes of what just happened between the two of them. The two opposites of the college. They were both left with a memory of something neither of them would be forgetting any time soon.

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Chapter Text

With a grunt, Taehyung flopped down onto the couch, arm draped over his face while he whined about this and that regarding revision. It happened weekly.

"Tae," Jimin began, not bothering to look at his friend, well aware of what he was doing having known the man for years now.

"We're literally 15 minutes in and you've only read one page. You cannot be exhausted already."

Exhaling loudly, Taehyung slumped down further. "Reading requires so much brain power, energy, and focus. All three of those are things of which I don't have right now."

"And why is that?" Jin chimed in, turning a page in his book. Tae muttered something in response, barely audible. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

"I was out partying all night..."

Jin raised an eyebrow, "So whose fault is it that you lack the motivation to study?"

"Miinneee, ugh."

Jimin smiled to himself, amused. His best friend was always going to this party and that party, desperately trying to find 'the one' despite drooling over Jungkook all day everyday. When will he just take the damn jump and ask him out, Jimin will never know.

"But he was there, hyung! How could I miss an opportunity to see Kookie?" Taehyung protested, his eyes lighting up at just the mention of his crush.

Jimin doesn't even know why he bothers looking for others out and about. He'll clearly never settle for anyone else.

"You've never spoken to the guy, yet you're on a nickname basis with him now?" Jimin chuckled, not in the slightest bit surprised.

Jin sighed, shaking his head. "And did you interact with said man at all?"

"No..."

"So did anything actually come from going out to that party?"

"Well... uh, no..." Taehyung admitted reluctantly.

Jin hummed, his eyebrows raising in a silent warning before returning his focus to the textbook in front of him. "I'm glad, anyways. I've said before that he hangs around with that Min Yoongi." He continued.

"Who knows what he's truly like? The less we're associated with trouble, the better."

Jimin bit his lower lip, trying his best to suppress the rising memories of his encounter with said playboy. He could still feel the ghost of his lips - so sweet and enticing.

As frowned upon as he feels it is, the brown haired boy can't help but admit how good the kiss was. It was unexpected, don't get him wrong, but he wouldn't mind experiencing that again, he thinks.

He could already feel the blood rushing to his cheeks just thinking about it and quickly reached for his bottle of water to mask his reaction.

"You all saw the drama he caused in the dinner hall with that Ha-rin. Shame on him," Jin continued, disapproving.

Awful. He felt so awful for hiding what he experienced from his two closest friends - especially when he knows how much his hyung despises the college's playboy. He could feel how his heart was hammering in his chest, practically bursting with guilt.

Taehyung, sensing the tense atmosphere created, attempted to lighten the mood. "Come on, Jin hyung, don't be such a Debbie Downer. Why do you hate him so much anyways?"

The elder didn't respond straight away, eyes flickering between his work and the bowl of fruit on the table.

"I just do.."

"Maybe Yoongi's not as bad as you think. People can surprise you, you know?"

Jin raised an eyebrow sceptically. "I highly doubt that. Guys like him don't change overnight."

Is Yoongi really that bad? Maybe he was blinded by the elder’s actions.. but still, despite Yoongi's notorious lover tally, there wasn't really anything Jimin could fault him for during their encounter. Not at this moment in time anyway, he guessed. "Well, we shouldn't judge a book by its cover," Jimin defended. "Maybe there's more to him than we realise?"

He meant to say that last bit as a statement, but it came out as more of a question to himself.

Their hyung sighed, clearly unconvinced. "I just don't want any of us getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. We've got enough on our plates already with exams and everything."

"How about we forget about it and continue revising, hm?" Jimin suggested, heart still racing from before; hiding the fact he spoke with Jin's apparent arch-nemesis. "I'd like us all to pass our mocks please - without losing our sanity too, thank you very much."

"I hope we achieve more than a pass, Jiminie. I'm not putting in this much effort for nothing." Tae declared, proudly showing off the colourful notes he wrote during their last study session.

"That was commendable, like, 3 days ago. Where's the effort now?" Jin chided, jokingly.

"All I've seen you do is huff and puff and absentmindedly fantasise over Jungkook."

A soft chuckle escaped Jimin, flicking the page over of his textbook. "He makes a very valid statement. I agree with Jin hyung."

"You're all out to get me," Tae mock-whined.

"Fine, I'll get my head down. Just don't judge my choice of crush!"

"I think it's a bit more than a crush at this point," Jin remarked.

"More like an infatuation," Jimin added, laughing.

Tae furrowed his brow, "Seriously, I'm going to go study in the room across from you in a minute."

"You don't even know who they are, Tae."

He scoffed, "I bet they wouldn't bully me about my love choices though! Unlike you two traitors."

Jimin and Jin exchanged amused glances before they threw their heads back in fits of giggles, listening to Tae's playful complaints before they all eventually settled down for some serious exam prep before the late hours slipped away.

A week had gone by and Jimin, once again, had found himself back in that empty classroom, bathed in a soft glow as the dust danced around in the disturbed air.

It was a quiet place where Jimin could escape from the hustle and bustle of the busy college corridors and canteen’s when his friend’s were in a different lesson to him, leaving him lonely.

The stillness of the room enveloped Jimin like a comforting embrace, allowing the brown-haired boy’s mind to wander freely - released from the stress of the many mock exams they’ve had over the course of the past few days.

Taking a seat at one of the discarded desks, Jimin let out a sigh as he took out a pad and pen from his bag with the aim of checking off some of his remaining homework. He placed his phone to the side, mellow music sounding quietly from it to accompany him.

Lost in thought, half way through his tasks, Jimin barely noticed the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Before he could react, the door swung open, revealing the last person he expected to see. “Yoongi?” He exclaimed, his heart skipping a beat as he met the elder's gaze.

Said man stood in the doorway, clad in his usual black t-shirt, dark-wash jeans, topped off with his signature grey-hooded, black, leather jacket.

There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, clearly not having expected to actually see anyone in here again, and his lips parted slightly, making a small O shape. Then, his eyes started to dart everywhere, as if he didn’t know where to look, what to do, or what to say.

“Uh, sorry. I wasn’t expec- I didn’t think- why are you here?” Yoongi ended up saying, stumbling cutely over his words making Jimin show a brief smile.

Turning off his music, Jimin sat more upright. His homework had to wait, it seemed.

“My friends are still in classes so… I wanted to find a quiet place to get on with things I needed to do.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, still seemingly unsure of how to act, and took a couple of steps forward to let the door gently close behind him.

It was funny, Jimin thought, seeing the usual bad boy in such a state. He’s used to hearing stories of the elder's quick-witted responses and nonchalant and ‘cool’ vibe.

“What about yourself?” Jimin asked, hoping it would sort of jump start the man back to his usual self and thankfully it seemed to do the trick.

Yoongi leaned casually against one of the nearby desks, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Thought I’d come see if you’d visit again. And lo and behold, here you are - it just caught me off guard is all.”

Still sceptical of the man, Jimin arched an eyebrow, arms folded across his chest. “Is that so? Or were you hoping to have a repeat of last time?”

Yoongi chuckled, the sound low and melodious. “Who knows? Maybe both. Would you let it happen again, darling?” Yeah, this was the usual Yoongi.

Jimin felt the blood rise quickly to his cheeks and his hands flew to cover his face to mask a fake cough in an attempt to hide his reaction to the pet name. One of the nicknames he remembers Yoongi calling him last week.

He tried his best to remain composed despite the butterflies now fluttering around in his belly, but Jimin presumed that Yoongi uses those endearments on everyone, and that quickly pulled him back to reality.

“Right,” He replied as calmly as he could. “Because kissing strangers in empty classrooms is definitely your usual pastime.”

The elder's smirk widened into a grin, mischief evident in his eyes. “Hey!” He held his arms up in defence. “You’re the one who kissed back may I add.”

“That’s… beside the point. “ Jimin stammered out, struggling to find the right words. “You initiated the kiss..” He mumbled, his blush quickly turning into a deep crimson red more from embarrassment he was currently feeling.

“Relax, Park.” He chuckled, pushing himself off the desk and making his way over to Jimin. “It was just a kiss.”

“Yeah, well, let's not make a habit out of it.” Jimin replied, his voice a little too sharp - not what he intended to happen.

He was feeling conflicted; Yoongi had an interesting charm about him that pulled Jimin in, piquing his interest and making him curious. Yet at the same time, Jin’s voice was in the back of his head nagging at him, reminding him of who he was really talking to, and how he shouldn’t be such a fool as to blindly play along with whatever Yoongi had in mind.

Jimin could see the way Yoongi’s grin faltered slightly, a flicker of hurt in his eyes that was quickly masked by a casual shrug.

“Suit yourself,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The offer still stands should you change your mind.”

Jimin watched as Yoongi headed for the door, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart.

“Wait,” he called out, causing Yoongi to stop and turn back. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He admitted hesitantly, slowly getting up and rounding the desk to sit atop of it.

“Didn’t mean it like what, exactly?”

With a deep breath, Jimin closed his eyes momentarily, preparing himself for how he was going to respond - hoping to not say the wrong thing again. “I just… I don’t want things to get complicated between us, is all.”

For a moment, the darker-haired male said nothing.

He just studied Jimin, his expression unreadable. “Complicated, huh? And here I thought we were just having a little fun.”

If possible, Jimin felt more embarrassed than before - he must look as red as a tomato now! “I know, I’m sorry.”

He apologised honestly, though he’s not sure why. Because they shouldn’t have even kissed in the first place. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” he carried on nonetheless. “So.. dismissive.”

Yoongi’s gaze softened. It was a subtle change that would have gone unnoticed if Jimin didn’t have such a keen eye for observing the little things. A ghost of a smile playing on his lips too. “Apology accepted.”

Jimin felt a sense of relief wash over him at that, letting out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding in. Wanting to escape the awkwardness bubbling inside him, he tried his best to move the conversation along.

“Anyways, what trouble are you planning to stir up today, Mr. Playboy?” He teased jokingly.

“Trouble?” Yoongi scoffed, feigning innocence as he placed a hand on his chest. “Me? You must have the wrong guy.”

Jimin playfully rolled his eyes.

“Sure I do, as if you weren’t the one causing a kerfuffle in the middle of the canteen last week with a notorious reputation of sleeping around with lots of people.”

“You sure know a fair bit about me despite being someone who truthfully doesn’t want to be near me.”

It wasn’t said seriously - in fact, he displayed a cheeky smirk as he fired back - but Jimin still felt as though he got caught. He supposed his internal conflict was obvious. “Not me, but someone else.”

“Oh really? And who may that be?”

“I feel like it must be obvious, and if you haven’t noticed then you need to go to Specsavers.”

Yoongi shook his head but Jimin could see his small smile. “Get on with it, Park.”

“Gosh, so impatient.” He joked with a sassy tone and Yoongi looked at him unamused. “Okay okay, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“I don’t- whatever. I’m leaving if you don’t hurry your ass up.”

“Fine, it’s Jin hyung. Sorry to say it, but the man despises you.” Jimin admits.

It didn’t go unnoticed how Yoongi shifted his weight from one foot to another, his lips pressing together tightly to form a thin line. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone - replaced with his usual unbothered expression. “Why? What’s the deal with him?”

Jimin shrugged.

“He’s never really said now that I think about it. Though, then again, we have never really asked either. Hyung tells us all the time to stay away from you.”

“Who is ‘us’?” Yoongi questioned, confused.

“Oh, me and Taehyung. You know, he has the fattest crush on your friend.”

“Jungkook?”

“Yup! Honestly, it’s a bit concerning sometimes.”

Yoongi laughs, “Oh Jungkook is going to love this. Thank you for that valuable information Mr. Park.”

“You’re welcome?” He tilted his head, not quite understanding what Yoongi was insinuating but shrugged it off. “Anyways, back to my original question. You up to no good today?”

Yoongi smirked, his gaze lingering on Jimin’s plush lips as he replied, “No, am I supposed to be? I thought I would take a break from my usual doings in hopes of spending some quality time with you instead.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed pink again at the implication, but he couldn’t help but feel inclined to play along. “Oh, lucky me,” he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. “Should I be worried about any hidden agenda?”

Yoongi stepped closer, slotting himself between Jimin’s parted legs. The space between them shrank with each passing moment. “Only if you consider stealing a few kisses a hidden agenda,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat as Yoongi’s words hung in the air between them, sending shivers down his spine. He knew he shouldn’t give into this - that he should resist and put an end to all this before it definitely goes too far - but Yoongi was just too enticing - physically but also mentally. He was interesting, and Jimin just wanted to find out more.

Summoning all the courage he had within him, Jimin met Yoongi’s seductive gaze head-on, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Well then, I guess I should consider myself warned,” he replied confidently, his voice tainted with anticipation.

With a boldness he didn’t know he possessed, Jimin was actually the one to initiate the kiss as he closed the distance between them with his heart pounding in his chest as their lips met in an immediately heated kiss.

Yoongi took control, his hands gently cupping Jimin’s face as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced in unison as Jimin wrapped his legs around the elder's waist, pulling him closer as he returned the kiss with equal fervour.

His hands roamed up and down Yoongi’s back until the found purchase in his long hair and he carefully tugged every now and then, causing Yoongi to let out small grunts. He must be into that, Jimin thought.

Seizing the opportunity, Yoongi’s right hand slowly made its way under Jimin’s shirt, brushing over his defined abs before tracing a path up towards his hardening nipples.

As he rolled them gently between his fingers, Jimin arched his back in response and moaned into the kiss, making Yoongi hum in appreciation and try to elicit the same noise out of him.

“Shall I continue?” Yoongi asked huskily, placing soft kisses along Jimin’s exposed collarbone.

Jimin shivered at the sound of his voice, his breath ragged. He knew it was wrong, oh so wrong, but fuck does it feel good. Despite his growing internal conflict, Jimin nodded.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” He whispered out, not having the strength to speak any louder but it seemed to be enough for Yoongi who leaned down and kissed a trail along Jimin’s jawline before claiming his lips once again.

“God your lips are so soft, I can’t get enough of them.”

With one hand, he continued to teasingly toy with Jimin’s hardened nipples, while the other hand slid down further and further where he began to gently caress his inner thigh, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout the younger’s body as he cock started to harden in his jeans, straining against the fabric.

Jimin moaned again, the sound being muffled by Yoongi’s lips on his as his hand wandered closer to Jimin’s hard on.

He shivered when he felt the elder's hand just barely grazing the bulge but a different kind of gasp left his mouth when the silence around them was disturbed by the bell ringing loudly.

Jimin pulled away and Yoongi drew back slowly, admiring the way the younger’s face looked so flushed, his lips kiss-swollen. They took a few moments to catch their breaths and Yoongi reached out a hand to softly tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear.

They both knew that they had permanently crossed a line here, their eyes holding a promise that would stay with them until the undecided future.

“Even better than the first time,” Yoongi was the first to speak. Jimin was still dumbfounded by the situation. “I don’t mind that happening again.”

Jimin rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time as he huffed out, “Yeah yeah, pipe down. Don’t expect this to be a running thing.”

“Well it seems to be just that at the moment.”

“Shut up.”

“Look,” Yoongi sighed, “How about we meet again tomorrow and talk things over? Perhaps sleeping on it will help.”

“It’s easy for you when you do this all the time!”

Yoongi didn’t say anything, he just let Jimin get his bit of frustration out.

“How do you expect me to feel when one of my closest friend’s enemies comes waltzing in initiating kisses!”

“You sealed the deal this time.”

Jimin deadpanned. “Not the time.”

“Sorry,” Yoongi apologised sheepishly. “Sleep on it. If you regret it - it never happened. If you liked it - there’s more to come.”

“You’re impossible. I will never understand you.”

Yoongi smirked, ruffling the younger’s hair. “I like to be, as they say, mysterious.”

Jimin scoffs. “Hard to be mysterious when you’re notorious.”

Now Yoongi chuckled. “You’re clinging onto that, aren’t you?”

Jimin shrugged, finally releasing Yoongi from between his legs. “If it’s facts, it’s facts. Do with that as you will.”

“Hmm, okay darling.” He raised a hand to Jimin’s face once more, bringing him closer and giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. “You’re going to be late.” He whispered into his ear before pulling away with a smug smirk on his face.

Frantically, Jimin searched for his phone on the desk, checking the time when he found it. Shit, he really was late and it’s all because of this stupidly handsome buffoon.

“Shit shit shit!” Yoongi just laughed to himself quietly as watched Jimin pack away his things at a god-like speed before straightening out his clothing. “Do I look okay?”

Yoongi hums appreciatively. “You look more than okay.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin scolded. “Be serious for once!”

“That’s still hyung to you, brat. And yes,” He rolled his eyes, running his hand through Jimin’s hair to help it fall back into its natural placement. “You look good, seriously. Don’t fret.”

A faint, dusty pink blush once again made its way up to Jimin’s face and he swore Yoongi could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks as his hand retreated. Damn him and his good looks and smooth talk and literally everything about him. And damn him for making him late!

“Th-Thanks, bye!” He rushed out as he sped past the older to make it to class without being ridiculously late.

Thankfully, the teacher happened to be late this one time and Jimin couldn’t be more grateful as he slid into his seat between Jin and Tae who gave questioning looks at the boy who was now leaning back in his chair, out of breath.

“What on earth happened to you and why are you late?” Jin asked.

“I, uh, left a book back at my apartment and realised only towards the end of my free period so I really had to sprint.” Jimin was quite proud of how quickly he came up with that excuse.

Luckily for him, the others didn’t interrogate him any further on the matter as the teacher soon arrived and the lesson started.

What the heck had he just gotten himself into?

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The final bell echoed through the classroom, signalling the end of the day, and the three of them hastily packed away their belongings. Together, they walked home, discussing what they were planning to wear to the party Taehyung was forcing them to go to, and the work they went over in the class they just had, which reminded Jin of how late Jimin was to that lesson.

“So, Jimin, be honest. Where have you been disappearing to lately?” Jin asked curiously. “I presume it has something to do with why you were late earlier.”

“What makes you say that?” Jimin inquired. He could feel his heart rate picking up once again; He hated lying to his friends - his closest friends at that - but Yoongi didn’t seem all that bad, and Jimin was yet to understand why the two hated the playboy so much. Yes, he could just ask for the reason and he would probably be told, but a part of him wants to figure this out on his own and see if Yoongi truly is as bad as he’s made out to be.

So he continued to lie.

Nervously, he glanced at the two of them, trying his best to keep his cool. “I was just meeting with some guy from one of my other classes. He wanted me to help him with the last set of questions we got given, so like the nice person I am, I did.” His stomach turned and his heart panged with guilt but he’s done it now.

Jin nodded slowly, seeming to understand. “Explains why I couldn’t find you when my class got cancelled.”

“Oh, when was that?”

“Just earlier today, before our one shared class.”

Earlier today. Earlier today Jimin had the best make out he’s ever had so far in his otherwise uneventful life. The way the elder’s hands roamed his body, toying with his nipples and caressing his thighs. The memory makes the heat rise to his cheeks just thinking about it. If the bell hadn’t rang, would they have gone further? Part of Jimin was intrigued, wondering what it would be like, but another part acknowledged that whatever is bubbling between them should probably stop - and soon.

“Jimin?” The brown haired boy was pulled out of his thoughts by his soulmate trying to gain his attention. “Earth to Jimin?”

“S-sorry,” He stuttered out pathetically, feeling flustered suddenly. “What were you saying?”

Taehyung raised a brow, silently questioning his best friend's distracted behaviour but he decided to move on for now. “I was saying, before you got lost in a daydream or something, that I’ll pick you guys up at 6:30 pm next Friday. Okay?”
“Huh?”

“For that party?” Tae clarified, confused. “I don’t know what’s going on with you lately but I sure hope you’re back to normal by then.”

“Nothing is going on, Tae. Would I lie to you? My soulmate? My brother from another mother?” Except he was doing just that, and Jimin has never felt so guilty in his life. Can you die from guilt?

Tae pondered on it for a moment before his signature boxy grin made its appearance. “Of course not! I trust you, Chim.”

“Good, you better.” Jimin replied with a forced smile.

The next day rolled around fairly quickly, Jimin getting ready for college in his routinely manner - eat breakfast, brush teeth, apply skincare and a light touch of make up. Tae was waiting in his lounge area, snacking on a banana from the other’s fruit bowl and talking to Jimin through the walls of his apartment.

"Hey, Jimin! Did you hear about that new café that opened up near campus?" He asked, voice brimming with excitement.

Emerging from his room, Jimin joined Tae as he double checked he had everything he needed in his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder and adjusting the strap. "Oh, really? No, I haven't heard about it. What's so special about this one?"

“They have, like, the best cakes and snacks! And apparently, they’ve got some specialty lattes that everyone and their mothers keep raving about.” Tae explained eagerly, throwing the banana peel into a nearby bin. “I thought that maybe we could check it out next weekend. What do you think?”

Jimin smiled, in favour of the idea. “Sounds like a good plan to me. Might be a good place to cure hangovers and all - we might need it after this party of yours.”

“Is my Jiminie actually going to let loose this time?” Tae clutched a hand at his chest, feigning shock which made the other giggle softly.

“We’ll see; Depends how annoying you are about Jungkook on the night.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. You and Jin will be my admirable wingmen, you can’t get tired of me.”

Jimin rolled his eyes playfully as they exited, making sure to lock the door behind them before they set off to college. “Yeah, just you wait and see.”

As the two of them made their way to the campus, talking further about that new café, they met Jin who had started his journey not too long before the younger two had. Strolling along the path, the trio fell into step together, exchanging greetings and complaining about the early start this morning.

“Hey, Jin hyung!” Tae greeting happily, bursting with energy somehow. “How’s it going?”

Jin flashed him a bright smile. “Morning. Bit of a relaxed start today, actually. Though I did have to rush some homework last night that I realised was due first period.”

“What?” He exclaimed, clearly panicked.

“For Professor Lee?” Jimin chimed in, pulling out his phone and finding the task that was set online for them and showing it to his friend. “It was to complete that sheet of refresher questions, remember? He handed it out at the start of the week.”

“Oh god, no, please tell me you’re joking!”

Jimin chuckled, Jin shaking his head. “Tae, you are always like this. Do you never learn your lesson? Jin literally reminded you of it two days ago.”

“Yeah, but-” The younger had nothing. “You’re right. Can I please, with a cherry on top, copy someone’s answers. I beg of you.”

“You’re not copying from mine,” Jin stated, arms folded across his chest as he fastened his pace to get ahead of his whining friend.

Taehyung huffed out a series of complaints before turning to Jimin, who had already fished out the papers from his bag whilst the other had been tugging at Jin’s arm trying to persuade the elder to let him use his answers. “Here, idiot.” Jimin said, passing the papers to him. “Multitask and write as you walk, we’re nearly at college.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His best friend praised as he immediately got to transferring the answers over. “I owe you!”

“You always do at this point.” Jimin joked with a hearty laugh.

The conversation flowed effortlessly after that, Jin occasionally poking fun at Taehyung for forgetting the homework for the nth time in a row, and before they knew it, they arrived on campus just in time for their first class of the day. They parted ways, promising to find each other at lunch.

After a focused morning of lectures, Jimin met up with Taehyung and Jin and they all settled into their usual seats at a secluded corner of the dinner hall.

“So, dare I ask how it’s going with lover boy?” Jin asked, his chopsticks swirling in his kimchi stew.

Taehyung’s eyes lit up at the mention of his crush and Jimin couldn’t help but giggle at how hopelessly in love his best friend is with a guy he barely even knows. Is that how fate works?

“Oh my god,” He starts dramatically. “You won’t believe it, but, you know how I joined the gym recently? Well, turns out Jungkook trains at the same place!”

“Why do I feel like this is one of your little setups?” Jimin asked sceptically.

Taehyung chuckled at that but shook his head. “Actually, for once, no. I didn’t set that up. But let me tell you guys, Kookie looks so hot when working out. I got a little too distracted and almost dropped the barbell I was using on myself.”

“You’re a disaster waiting to happen.” Jin remarked, his tone laced with amusement. “Be careful.”

“I didn’t need to be, because believe it or fucking not, the man only went and came over to assist and spot me whilst I finished my set!” Taehyung was clapping his hands together excitedly as he told the story. Jungkook allegedly interacted with him under natural circumstances.

As if, Jimin thought. His best friend practically throws himself at his crush to ‘speed up fate’. It was both endearing and exasperating. “You’re crazy,” He started with once the story was over. "And you're jumping to conclusions, Tae. Just because he lent you a towel doesn't mean he's head over heels for you.”

Taehyung frowned as he slumped into his seat, head falling back in despair. “Come on, you guys, let me dream a little here. I want to have hope!”

“Then just let fate do its thing, don’t force it.” Jin advised with his ever brilliant wisdom. “I’m telling you, this won’t end well otherwise.”

“I will prove you wrong, hyung.” He huffed though he added a quiet, “Respectfully.” onto the end because he knew his place.

The trio carried on enjoying their meals and chatted about this, that, and the other until the bell eventually rang and they were forced to make their way to their next class. Thankfully, Jimin had one more class before a free period, during which he planned to visit the usual classroom, that had become some sort of routine in his day-to-day school life, to speak with the one and only Min Yoongi.

He hadn’t forgotten about what the elder had said.

“How about we meet again tomorrow and talk things over? Perhaps sleeping on it will help.”

“If you regret it - it never happened. If you liked it - there’s more to come.”

The man was messing with his thoughts and Jimin was still undecided about whether he should let him into his heart or lay out some boundaries.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Jimin approached his maths class only to be greeted by his fellow classmates informing him that the professor was absent this afternoon, so they were able to have an additional free period.

Looks like Jimin is speaking to Yoongi sooner than anticipated.

Pushing the door ajar quietly, after having checked no one could see him, Jimin’s eyes immediately fell upon a mop of dark hair resting atop one of the abandoned desks. However, the sound of someone entering the room disturbed the other’s little nap, it seemed.

“Yoongi. Hey.” Jimin greeted, voice hushed as to not be so loud since the guy had just woken up from his impromptu slumber.

Yoongi looked up, his expression calm albeit slightly bewildered. “Jimin? Don’t you have class?”

"Yeah," Jimin replied, settling into a nearby seat. "It got cancelled. There’s no professor today."

“Lucky for you then.” He remarked with a hint of amusement.

Jimin hummed noncommittally and shrugged, pulling out some worksheets he had been given during another class earlier that morning. “What about you? Skipping?”

A smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips, confirming Jimin’s suspicions. He chuckled softly at that and playfully rolled his eyes - what else could he have expected from him?

“Why not swap to a class you do enjoy?” Jimin suggested.

“It’s maths I’m skipping, and that's a mandatory subject as you will know - however, I still can’t be fucked to go.”

The cogs turned in Jimin’s head until he realised that Yoongi was meant to be in the same maths class as him. “Wait, you would have had it now?” The elder hummed in agreement. “So that means you would have been with me.”

“I.. guess so?”

“Why not come to class and work beside me? I can help you.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’m too far behind to be saved at this point.” He joked with a quick laugh. Something about the small smile that the elder gave him told Jimin that there was more to it than he was letting on, but Jimin wasn’t one to pry answers out of people, he respected their privacy. Yoongi would tell him when he was ready.

Deciding to change the subject as he started jotting down some answers, Jimin asked, “So, any new boy toys or side chicks I should know of?” He tried his best to sound nonchalant about it.

Yoongi sat up and leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Actually, I've been dealing with this one girl, but she's a bit of a pain. Not sure if it's worth the trouble," he confessed.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, “Oh? What’s her problem?”

“She wants commitment,” Yoongi sighed. “But I’m not ready for that.”

“Seems like you never are, given your reputation.” Jimin said bluntly. “Why don’t you just grow a pair and court someone for once? I don’t know, maybe you’ll actually like it.”

Yoongi scoffed but his smile remained. “I like my freedom too much. Plus, I’d lose out on kissing hot stuff like you.”

Despite the blush rising to his cheeks, Jimin maintained his composure. “As flattering as that is, I’m not one of your paramours - nor will I ever be.”

“So what are we then?” Yoongi’s tone was teasing, a smirk playing at his lips.

Jimin bit his lip, choosing his words carefully. “Whatever.. just not, that.”

The elder laughed. “Just as I thought.”

“Yeah, yeah...” Jimin muttered, focusing back on his work on the desk. “This girl, is she cheating on someone with you?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Probably, I don’t know. Nor do I really care, to be honest.”

“How can you be so chill about all that?” Jimin couldn’t fathom the idea of essentially being a homewrecker so casually. Who wouldn’t want to look for a genuine, long-lasting connection? “Does it not bother you, the chaos that you’re causing?”
“It takes two to tango,” He reminded the younger. “They know it’s going to undoubtedly mess with their not-so-happy relationship. Because why else would they come to me if not for a quick fuck or a make out when they’re not feeling loved?”

Jimin furrowed his brows at that, work long forgotten now their conversation had taken an interesting turn. “Perhaps these girls genuinely like you? Maybe they think that the only way they can get closer is to you by proposing you give them the satisfaction they allegedly aren’t getting from their current partners - whether they truly exist or not.”

Yoongi scoffed dismissively, averting his gaze to the desk in front of him, eyes tracing the patterns carved into the wood. “That’s absurd, Park.”

The younger shrugged. “Take it how you will. But since we’re on this topic, is that how you think of me?” He asked, a little offended. “Because I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, I’m not easily swayed - especially if it’s to just satisfy a need for you.”

He kept his gaze trained on the elder who sat with his mouth parted slightly, not having expected that from Jimin. Despite his heart thrumming against his ribcage in internal panic, Jimin thought he was handling the situation okay so far, and he’s proud of himself for standing his ground - or attempting to, at least. Screw him for wanting to set things straight.

“I’m looking for love” He declared, voice firm. “And I don’t want to get… distracted, or anything, and have you get in the way if it’s not actually going to mean anything!”

After a few heartbeats of silence, Yoongi finally spoke up, carefully asking, “Is that what you think?”

“I don’t know what I think, but I just wanted to clarify a few things.”

Yoongi simply nodded. “Okay,”

Jimin frowned, confused. “‘Okay’? What do you mean by just okay? Okay what?”

The elder shrugged. “Okay as in.. I hear what you’re saying and I’ve noted it.”

“What does that even mean?” He whined with a sigh. “You know what, forget about it. Just let me get on with my work.”

Silence enveloped the room after that, tension so thick you could slice through it with a knife if you were to try. The only sound being the scratching of Jimin’s pencil against the paper.

Despite his efforts to focus, Jimin’s mind still raced with thoughts he wished he could have said out loud instead, or what he wished Yoongi would have replied with or done. His mind was so distracted that he actually ended up just staring at the questions in front of him, the words all blending into one as he zoned out.

Yoongi, on the other hand, did nothing. For a minute or so, he observed the younger. Admittedly, he was a bit overwhelmed and confused by the whole ordeal, not having expected their early meeting to turn out this way. He pulled his lips between his teeth as he thought back on what had happened, and eventually decided that he was just going to go. He had things he needed to do anyways, and the way the aftermath was making him feel was not sitting right with him.

Friday came much faster than anticipated, and soon, Jimin found himself in front of the mirror. He admired his appearance, straightening out any creases and made sure his hair was neatly styled - he also took some time to check out how good his ass looked in the pair of tight leather pants he found pushed to the side in his wardrobe.

It was a daring look for Jimin, not being one to party much or stand out from the crowd. Yet here he was, appearing as the complete opposite of his usual day-to-day style. After all the stress he’s been under lately with exams, a cheating ex, and an emotionally confusing Min Yoongi, Jimin believed he deserved to enjoy a fun night out with his friends and forget about everything else for at least a few hours.

Tae bounded over to him from the bathroom, a signature boxy grin on his face as his excitement for the night radiated off of him. “Chim!! You look stunning as always.” He said with a wink and a cheeky little slap of his best friend’s ass. “All good to go?”

Jimin gave a breathy laugh, unphased by the other’s actions. “I am if you are.”

“Oh I’ve been ready all day!”

“Of course you have.” Jimin playfully rolled his eyes and opted for undoing one more button at the top of his shirt, revealing more of his smooth chest and delicate collar bones.

Tae wolf whistled and smirked. “You got a plan on your mind for tonight or something, sexy?”

Jimin shrugged, matching Tae’s smirk. “We’ll just have to see what happens. Where’s Jin anyway?”

“He’s meeting us outside.” Checking his watch for the time, he looked back up at Jimin with a sheepish smile. “In fact, he’s been here for the past 5 minutes already.”

“Well, then, let's not keep him waiting any longer. The party won't start itself.”

“Who are you and what did you do with my Jimin?” Tae joked, patting Jimin on the shoulder as the two left the apartment, making their way down to meet Jin.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Strobe lights filled the room, loud music boomed through the speakers, and sweaty bodies mingled on the dance floor with those notorious plastic red cups in their hands. Tae immediately spotted the drinks and snacks table, grabbing Jimin and Jin by the arms and dragging them through the crowd. They acquired their first drinks of the night, tipping the cups back hastily.

Fuelled by the alcohol running through them, the trio eventually made their way to the dance floor, slotting in the little space left for them. They swayed and jumped amid the mass of people, smiling and laughing as they clinked cups and shared jokes between greedy sips.

Taehyung’s attention kept shifting between his friends and some small group of people gathered in a circle somewhere on the other side of the room. “Look guys! It’s my Kookie!” He slurred with a lopsided grin, pointing at Jungkook who was clad in a rather cool looking leather jacket if Jimin was to be fair to him.

Jin scoffed, “Your Kookie? Please.” He playfully pushed the younger. “When are you actually going to grow a pair and do something about this infatuation of yours?”

“He has done once before, actually. Remember that gym ordeal?” Jimin corrected, grimacing as he was reminded of when Taehyung recalled his Gym Fiasco with Jungkook over lunch the other week.

“Pfft, be for real,” Jin disagreed. “More like Taehyung was too weak for his workout and Jungkook had to save his ass.”

“Hey!” Taehyung protested, hand flailing in the air dismissively. “He chose to help out of his own free will, did he not?”

“Only out of pity I reckon.”

“Let me dream, hyung!” He whined with a pout, brows creasing. “But just look at him, isn’t he hot?”

Jin and Jimin followed Taehyung’s eyeline until they found Jungkook. Whilst his best friend was ogling over the younger, Jimin’s heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on Yoongi who was standing right by him, his gaze intense as he chatted with his friends. It had been a while since they last spoke, and it didn’t end positively. From then on, Jimin actively avoided that room, fingers crossed behind his back that he wouldn’t encounter the playboy on his travels around college. Luckily for him, Yoongi never bothered to show up to their shared maths class anyway.

Jin rolled his eyes. “Do you even know me? I hate the guy. His friend more so.”

Taehyung nudged Jimin. “Well? Do you at least think he’s hot too?”

Jimin’s heart drummed in his chest, torn between wanting to be close to the elder again and wanting to frown because damn Min Yoongi for messing with his head! Everything just felt so nice when he was with Yoongi, having never experienced things like he has with the elder before with anyone, Jimin felt curious, left wanting more. Except he knew he should be careful, yet that somewhat made him even more intrigued about how else the elder could make him feel good.

Beside him, Tae cleared his throat, gaining Jimin’s attention. “Jimin?? Hello? How drunk are you?”

“Not enough..” He muttered quietly, downing the rest of the sour liquid in his cup, an unpleasant burn making its way down his throat.

Jin nodded, grabbing the cup out of Jimin’s hand. “It’s that kind of night, is it? Let me get you another..” And off he went, leaving Jimin to stand next to a drooling Taehyung.

“Oh just go over there and talk to him!”

“How?!” Tae complained, crossing his arms with a huff.

Jimin raised an inquisitive brow. “What do you mean, ‘how’? You literally do what you’re doing with me, but to him.”

Taehyung frowned, struggling to come up with another excuse. “It isn’t that easy, Chim!” He says eventually though he sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than Jimin.

“Says the president of Yapperville.” Jimin chuckled. “Go get your ass over there before me and Jin hyung do so for you.”

“Alright, fine!” He whined, taking a couple deep breaths to sober himself up a little - not that it did much to help. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck?”

Jimin chuckled to himself as he watched his best friend saunter over to the group, mustering up all his courage on the way there before he tapped Jungkook on the shoulder. He couldn’t make out what was being said but he could see how the younger smiled, offering a sip of his drink to Tae who happily took it - maybe not the smartest idea because who knows what could have been put in that cup? But judging by how Jungkook was drinking it himself and was seemingly fine, Tae will survive. He’s shitfaced as it is anyways, Jimin mused.

As Jungkook's friends turned to greet Taehyung, Yoongi looked past him and his gaze found Jimin. Heat bloomed in the younger’s cheeks and he quickly looked away, searching for Jin in the sea of people who, thankfully, was only a few steps away from him with their drinks refilled.

Gratefully, Jimin took the cup with a small thank you and took a big swig of it, hoping the alcohol would take over him and dull Yoongi’s presence burning into his back. He tried to distract himself with conversations, but his focus shattered when a stranger slid up next to his hyung, greeting the elder with a warm smile that Jin easily returned.

Had these two met before, Jimin wondered.

“Jimin,” Jin began, finally turning back to the younger who was left to entertain himself whilst those greeted each other. “Have I introduced you to Namjoon before?”

The younger shook his head, bowing towards this Namjoon. “No. Nice to meet you, Namjoon-ssi. I’m Jimin.”

Namjoon gave a small bow back, smiling politely. “Ah, just call me Namjoon hyung. It’s lovely to finally meet you, Jimin. Jin says a lot about you and your friend Taehyung.”

“Only good things, I bet.”

“Of course.”

“If you’re wondering where Taehyung is, he’s currently throwing himself at Jungkook over there.” Jimin explained, turning briefly to point in the general direction of that unfolding situation.

Namjoon laughed, Jin joining in. “Seems to be having the time of his life.”

“Yeah, he won’t remember shit in the morning.”

Jimin didn’t fail to notice how Jin reached for Namjoon’s wrist, hand slowly falling down until it was interlocked with his. “Excuse us whilst we have a chat.”

Jimin could only nod before Jin whisked himself and Namjoon away, leaving him once again to entertain himself. Shrugging, he downed the rest of his drink and found a bin nearby to throw away his cup so that he could properly mingle with the others on the increasingly sticky floor to dance. A few people got close to him, both parties smiling as they danced to each song, hands roaming bodies and feet getting entangled. But just as Jimin began to lose himself in the rhythm, a firm hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, spinning his body around so that he could be pulled away.

Caught off guard, Jimin studied the features of the person in front of him. It didn’t take longer than a handful of seconds before he realised it was Yoongi who was dragging him somewhere. His breath was caught in his throat as he found himself face to face with the very man he had been avoiding for the last week or so, now hidden away in a secluded corner away from prying eyes.

“Yoongi? What are you doing?” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible over the music and brows furrowed.

Yoongi’s dark, intense gaze roamed over him, making Jimin feel a little nervous, trying to anticipate what was to come. The scent of the alcohol they had both been drinking wafted in the air and Jimin didn’t know whether he had drank too much or too little for this to be happening right now. “I’ve not seen you around. Where have you been?” He murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Busy with friends.” Jimin lied with a shrug, feigning nonchalance. It wasn’t quite a lie, to be honest.

“You were ‘busy’ with them before, yet you still came to our room.”

Jimin shrugged. “Why do you care?”

Silence stretched between them. Yoongi’s eyes flickered from Jimin’s lips to his eyes and back. Unconsciously, Jimin’s tongue swiped over his lower lip, drawing Yoongi’s hungry stare to the action, his gaze intensifying.

That was all it took before Yoongi lunged forward, crashing their mouths together, igniting a fire that had long been simmering under the surface. Jimin immediately melted into the kiss, hands sliding up Yoongi's body until his arms were wrapped around his neck, the elder gripping Jimin’s slim waist in return to tug him closer. “I missed you, Jimin-ah.” He murmured between kisses, fingers rubbing gentle patterns into his sides.

Jimin leaned into the touch, arching his back as one of Yoongi’s broad hands sneaked around to the small of his back, pulling the younger’s body closer.

“I missed the way your body responds so beautifully to my touch.” Yoongi swiped his tongue along Jimin’s lower lip, and the younger was perhaps a little too eager to grant him access. Their tongues danced together in the heat of their mouths, exploring every inch as though it was the first time.

Jimin moaned softly into Yoongi’s mouth when the elder tugged at his plump lips with his teeth, their heated kiss deepening the longer it went on. It was as if they had never been apart, the two falling right back into rhythm, like a piece in a puzzle. Trailing kisses along Jimin’s jaw, Yoongi muttered huskily with hooded eyes, “I’ve missed the taste of your skin, the little sounds you make…” He gently nipped at the bottom of Jimin’s neck, smirking when the action caused the younger to gasp. “Fuck, just seeing you out there looking all sexy was too much to handle. Your ass looks so good in these pants, baby.” He accentuated that last bit with a squeeze of the soft flesh that was Jimin’s behind.

Jimin preened at the compliments, pushing his ass into Yoongi’s big hands, silently giving him permission to do as he pleased. Yoongi wasted no time in dipping his fingers into the band of the tight pants, feeling first hand how soft and smooth the younger’s butt really felt, moulding it in his hands. At the same time, Jimin tilted his head to allow the elder better access to his neck, feeling how his wet tongue licked along the expanse of his exposed skin, lightly sucking in random places. Every now and then Yoongi would bite down on the skin not too harshly, always soothing the sting with the flat of his tongue afterwards.

“Yoongi… We can’t. Not here.” Jimin tried to reason feebly, despite his fingers moving to clutch at the elder’s shirt.

“Why not?” Yoongi sucked another mark into his delicate skin and Jimin could feel him smile against it. “Isn’t this what you want?” He let one hand move around to Jimin’s front, untucking his shirt so that he was able to slide his hand underneath, fingers tracing over the younger’s abs.

A shuddering breath escaped Jimin’s now parted lips. Even though he had wanted to be as far away as possible from the playboy, he knew in the back of his mind he longed for the other’s touch again no matter how much he denied himself of it. With alcohol streaming through his veins, all rational thoughts left his head.

“Yes..” He breathed out, capturing Yoongi’s lips in another searing kiss.

Yoongi groaned into his mouth, the sound sending a jolt of arousal through Jimin’s body that went straight to his dick. The fabric of his tight pants strained against his growing hard on, making the friction somewhat uncomfortable. Needing to relieve himself, Jimin ground his hips against Yoongi’s thigh that was slotted between his legs.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive darling,” Yoongi rasped out in approval, grinding his own hard on into Jimin’s thigh. “Should’ve known you’d still want me after that little act of yours.”

Jimin whimpered at the praise and accusation, rocking shamelessly against Yoongi’s firm muscle. He wasn’t going to lie, he had craved this - craved the elder’s intoxicating touch and the way he could make Jimin come undone so easily, make him so pliant.

“Yoongi, please…” He panted out between sloppy kisses as his orgasm neared, acting desperate. “I need you.”

With a low growl, Yoongi took Jimin’s wrists into his own and pinned them against the wall above the younger’s head. His free hand deftly unbuttoned Jimin’s pants and slipped inside to wrap around his prominent erection.

“Is this what you need, sweetheart?” Yoongi muttered lowly, giving a firm stroke. “You’re already leaking for me.”

Jimin cried out in pure pleasure, Yoongi’s hand feeling far better than his own and what he could have ever imagined. His hips bucked forwards into the touch as he nodded frantically, whining Yoongi’s name like a mantra. The pleasure he was feeling was so much more than he had ever felt before, it drove him closer to the inevitable edge. Yoongi pressed soft kisses all the way down Jimin’s face, to his neck, down to his collarbones and chest, sucking and nibbling at the skin along his journey, being sure to leave obvious marks come the morning.

“‘m close..” Jimin moaned, hands squeezing around nothing in the air as he writhed and squirmed to try and touch anything to keep himself grounded. Yoongi only ground his hips quicker, pushing Jimin harder into the wall supporting them as he, too, chased his own release, relishing in the moans and whines that Jimin let loose. Only for Yoongi’s ears.

“God, you sound so pretty for me. Could have you moaning like that all day.” The words had the younger moaning lewdly, Yoongi coaxing them out of him as he pressed his thumb against Jimin’s sensitive tip, smearing the precum around the head and down along his shaft.

“Kiss me.” Jimin demanded and who was Yoongi to deny that of him?

Their lips reconnected in a passionate kiss full of tongue and spit, teeth clashing occasionally as they grew frantic. Jimin could tell the elder was close as his strokes slowed some, becoming longer and more firm. “Shit, I’m close.” He rasped out, rutting his hips harder to gain more friction. “You gonna come with me baby?”

“Yeah..” Jimin whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as absolute bliss took over his body, mouth falling open as a loud, high pitched moan left his lips. Yoongi followed suit, hips and hand stuttering in their movements as he, too, came, a string of curses flowing from his mouth.

The two were out of breath, panting as they rested their foreheads against each other. “You’re so hot when you come,” Yoongi said with a smirk, bringing his come covered fingers up to the others mouth. “Taste yourself, darling.”

Jimin complied straight away, darting his tongue out to lap up his own come, not minding the salty taste of it as he cleaned his hyung’s fingers, sucking the digits into his mouth. He relished in the sight of Yoongi biting his lips, holding back a groan because of the younger’s ministrations. “Fuck, the things that tongue can do.. One day I’m going to have you suck me off. Understand?”

The mental image that appeared in Jimin’s mind upon hearing those words had him moaning again, his softened cock twitching to life a little.

“That something you’d like?” He asked, removing his fingers and briefly wiping them on his dark washed jeans.

Nodding, Jimin pulled the elder into a chaste kiss, far softer and calmer than their previously shared ones just moments ago. “Please.”

Yoongi hummed, smirking. “I’ll hold you to that then.” He tucked Jimin back into his pants, buttoning them up again and snaking his arms around his waist to pull him close again. Jimin rolled his eyes when his hyung’s broad hands dropped down to squeeze his plump ass one last time before stepping away. “Don’t run away from me again, darling.”

This time it was Jimin’s turn to smirk. “Prove to me that you’re worth it then.” He said with a wink before walking away, making sure to flaunt his ass as he disappeared into the crowd. He hoped the fake confidence was enough to hide how flustered he was actually feeling.

What was that about avoiding Yoongi?

Rounding a corner to the bathroom, Jimin cleaned himself up and checked his appearance in the mirror, noting his kiss-swollen lips and the red blemishes that the elder had littered all over his tanned skin. The sight had a funny feeling building up in his chest, a small smile resting on his lips. Buttoning up some more of his shirt in an attempt to conceal the evidence of what happened, Jimin deemed himself ready to face his friends who he found dancing together in the middle of the dance floor, Namjoon making an appearance again stood by Jin, and Jungkook too, who was by Taehyung’s side with a possessive arm around his waist.

“There you are!” Taehyung shouted over the music when he spotted his best friend walking over to them. “Where had you run off to? I thought you got kidnapped or something!”

Jimin shook his head, chuckling at his friend’s dramaticness. “Got caught up talking to a friend from class, then went to the bathroom is all.”

Taehyung gave him a sly grin, not believing the bullshit. “More like you got handsy with someone. I see those hickeys, you can’t hide them from me!”

“What? N-No!” There was no point in denying it, Taehyung immediately investigated by pulling Jimin’s shirt from side to side to see the evidence properly. Jimin’s cheeks flushed pink, heart beating fast as the nerves grew.

Jin laughed at his flustered state, patting the younger on the shoulder. “Ah, our Jimin-ah is growing up so fast!” He faked a tear.

“Seriously, I was mainly just trying to find you guys..”

“What and these hickeys got there themselves, did they?” Taehyung scoffed, handing Jimin a drink. He didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly at the exchange. Taehyung sighed happily, slinging an arm around his best friend and pulling him closer, clinking his cup with Jimin’s. “Whatever you say, Chim. I’m just glad you’re finally living your life and having fun. But I will find out who is responsible for those marks sooner or later, no matter what it takes to pry that information out of you!”

Jimin rolled his eyes and brushed him off, continuing the rest of the night as if he couldn’t feel Yoongi staring at him whilst he danced with the others. So what if he was a little emboldened by it and subtly put on a show for the older? And so what if he regrets absolutely everything tomorrow?

Chapter Text

As the sunlight filtered through the cracks in his blinds, Jimin scrunched his eyes closed, squinting in a futile attempt to block out the harsh rays. He wished for sleep to overcome him again, even for just a little longer. Reality, however, came crashing down in the form of a pounding hangover headache - the inevitable consequence of last night’s doings. He was grateful to his past self for leaving out a tall glass of water next to some painkillers on his bedside table. With a groan, he immediately downed them to hopefully ease his throbbing temples and parched throat.

A wave of regret washed over him as he promised himself to never drink that much again. But that’s what they always say the next day, isn’t it?

After a few minutes of letting the medicine work its magic, Jimin finally felt stable enough to face the ridiculous brightness of his phone, which he quickly dimmed down before he opened his messages with Taehyung.

To: TaeTae
Heyyy, did you get back okay?

To: Chim
More than okay ;)

To: TaeTae
You went home with Jungkook??

To: Chim
How’d you guess? 😫

To: TaeTae
Boy, you two were all over each other last night.
I’m guessing you two are together now?

To: Chim
No 😔

To: TaeTae
Whaaat?? Call me.

Less than three seconds later, the goofy picture of his best friend flashed up on the screen as the ringtone played. Jimin was quick to answer, Taehyung’s ecstatic voice sounding over the phone, blasting into his ear.

“You’re way too happy and loud for a morning after a party.” Jimin mumbled, a light smile forming as he envisioned the other bouncing giddily on the spot, eager to ‘spill the tea’. “Go on then, get it all out, explain yourself. You have me curious.”

“He was so sweet to me, Chim! I grew the balls to approach him - mostly because I was drunk - and I told him I thought he looked pretty handsome…”

“Just ‘pretty handsome’?” Jimin mused, a knowing smirk on his face even though Tae couldn’t see it.

“Extremely handsome.”

Jimin laughed. “That’s what I thought. How’d he respond?”

“He smiled and thanked me but then- then, he complimented me back!”

The gasp the brunette let out was certainly audible over the phone, making Tae chuckle at his friend's reaction to the ‘gossip’. “Was it the outfit? The hair? The makeup?”

“Everything, Chim, Everything!” Tae sighed dreamily, as though thinking back to that moment. “He said I looked especially stunning tonight and asked if he could get me a drink before a dance.”

“Damn!” Jimin wolf whistled. “A smooth talker. Though, weren’t all the food and drinks free because it was a house party?”

“Yeah, but, he made me a cocktail himself.”

“Was it any good though, that’s the real question?”

Tae scoffed lightly. “It was damn tasty, I’ll tell you that for free. And I stopped to chat with him for a while, got to know him and that Min Yoongi guy before I found Jin hyung again with some tall man.” He paused for a moment, humming quietly as he thought about something. “I can’t remember his name.”

“Namjoon.” Jimin supplied.

“That was it!” Tae exclaimed.

“Yeah, they’re definitely fucking.”

“On God they are. They thought they were being real slick with it, huh?”

The two joked and chatted about the situation some more, analysing small moments they observed between the older two throughout the night, searching for any substantial evidence that indicated they were dating. The memories of them interlocking hands when they thought the others wouldn’t notice, as well as the lingering stares and blushes, solidified their theories.

“How about the three of us meet up at that café downtown to talk through everything properly?” Tae suggested whilst shuffling around, occupied with something or other.

“Sounds good to me. I want to know how you’ve gone home with Jungkook yet not started dating him!” Jimin exclaimed exasperatedly with a dramatic sigh. “All talk and no game you are.”

Tae whined playfully on the other end of the phone. “I’ll explain when we meet up!”

“Oh, speaking of Jungkook, actually, if you’re at his now, then where is he?”

“I’m in his living room whilst he’s taking a shower. But don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little fiasco Mr I was talking to a guy from class but comes back with hickeys all over his neck!”

Pressing his lips together as he felt the blush creeping up to his cheeks, Jimin used all his willpower to not think back on that particular event, having forgotten about it up until just then. “Think I need another paracetamol after that. Not my proudest moment.”

“Ha!” Tae chuckled. “I knew you were just talking shit! We'll try to save you for last.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you at half eleven.” He didn’t bother waiting for a reply before he hung up, chucking his phone to the other end of his bed.

His hands rubbed tiredly at his face, trying to erase the blush though he knew that wouldn’t do anything but probably make the redness worse. Chugging down the rest of the water, he retrieved his phone and slid it into the pocket of his pyjama bottoms. He practically raced to the bathroom to splash some more water at his face, hoping the stark contrast in temperature would help ease his thumping heart somehow as well as the heat emitting from his cheeks.

Upon looking at himself in the mirror, he saw just how many dark blemishes were littered all over his neck and collar bones, some seemingly appearing further down his chest. He hovered his index finger over the more prominent marks, just the ghost of his touch revealing how sensitive they were. Memories of that part of the night flashing across his mind the longer he stared at his reflection. He could still feel the lingering touch of the elder’s mouth on his skin, hands on his waist, ass, neck. Almost everywhere.

What happened to putting some space between them? He didn’t want to be messed around by the guy who was literally known to sleep around and be some sort of homewrecker. Since when did he start to even consider the elder’s advances?

Despite the tingling feeling in his chest at the mere thought of the man, Jimin knew he needed to get some clarity before he realises he’s too far into the deep end.

Arriving at the café with seven minutes to spare, Jimin flinched slightly as a car pulled up not too far in front of him. A black, sleek looking car that looked well kept. Nothing too fancy, but certainly appealing to the eyes.

To his shock, when the passenger side door opened, a familiar looking Taehyung stepped out wearing unknown items of clothing; they were a size too big and the aftershave that wafted through the air from the wind was definitely not his own. Seconds later, the driver’s side opened and, believe it or not, Jungkook’s head popped over the roof of the car before he rounded the vehicle to be closer to Taehyung.

Jimin had to clench his jaw shut so hard to prevent it from dropping to the floor in surprise. He stood and watched as the younger ruffled his best friend’s hair before sliding his hand down to rest at his shoulder with a gentle smile. Tae returned the gesture, albeit shyly, and gave the other’s hand a light squeeze.

Unable to stop himself, Jimin couldn’t help but cough out loud, grabbing the attention of the two in front. “Get a room if you’re just going to stand there and eye fuck each other.” He joked with a playful eye roll. “Or better yet, return my soulmate to me.”

Tae laughed and hid his face behind his hands. “Chim! Don’t embarrass me.” He whined, but it was evident that he wasn’t actually bothered.

Jungkook, on the other hand, grinned at Jimin, guiding Taehyung closer to his best friend with a hand placed softly against the small of his back. “He’s home in one piece Sir, don’t worry.”

“Sir?” Jimin questioned with a quirk of his brow. He was amused. “I like you already. You can be kept, for now.”

Jungkook gave a salute, “I won’t disappoint Sir.”

“Oh my god, it’s like you're my parent.” Tae complained, shaking his head as he chuckled at the situation playing out in front of him. “Don’t start interrogating him. Leave that till later about Jin and Namjoon.”

“Namjoon hyung?” Jungkook asked, looking over at Tae.

“Yeah, we think he and Jin hyung are together.” Tae explained and Jungkook nodded along.

“I think so too. Joonie hyung has been really happy lately, and coincidentally, that’s been the case since he started chatting with Jin hyung more and more.”

Jimin hummed. “Insider information. This is good in case Jin denies all allegations.”

“Glad to be of service.” He grinned. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Text me later?” He asked as he stepped closer to Tae, who nodded with his cheeks tinted a faint pink.

With a soft smile, Jungkook bid his farewell and got back into his car to drive off.

“Damn, he can drive before me and you.” Jimin remarked with an impressed whistle. “Good catch.”

The other shrugged smugly. “What can I say? I’ve got a good eye.”

“Well it seems like all is good. You’ll be together in no time.

“Fingers crossed!”

“Come on, Jin’s probably been waiting inside for us for a while.”

The two soulmates wandered into the café, arms linked as they approached the elder who was sitting by one of the windows nursing a hot chocolate, two more cups of it placed opposite him, waiting to be drunk. From the way the marshmallows floating on top were still perfectly intact, and the way steam still emitted from the hot liquid, they had clearly not been long on the table.

“You two took your sweet time.” Jin said as the boys sat down and got comfy. “How’s things?”

Jimin smirked as he stirred his drink with the spoon provided. “Tae’s got a gentleman wrapped around his finger. Called me Sir and all!”

Jin leaned forward at his, a brow raised inquisitively. “What’s this, you got a boyfriend? What ever happened to that Jungkook?”

“Oh he’s still in the picture alright.” Jimin confirmed with a grin. “The gentleman in question is Jungkook.”

“Jungkook was the one to call you Sir?” The elder questioned, his eyes slightly widened as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I mean, I knew you had quite the fascination for him, but I didn’t think anything would actually come of it.”

“Hyung, he literally had his arm wrapped around me whilst we were talking to you.” Tae interjected. “We’re not even dating anyway. We’re feeling things out for the time being.”

Jin scoffed. “You? Taking it slow? After all that talk of speeding up fate?” He shook his head in disbelief, chuckling as he sipped at his drink slowly.

Tae shrugged. “I’m in a comfortable enough position to let fate actually take over now.”

“My God, I thought the day would never come! Well, keep us updated. But do be careful with that boy.” Jin warned seriously. “You know-”

“-Who he’s friends with.” Tae finished with a roll of his eyes. He’s heard it all before, as has Jimin. “Yes, I’m aware, hyung. But he’s been so lovely to me! He didn’t try anything on with me whilst I was drunk - yes he took me back to his place, but just to make sure I was hydrated enough and well fed before I slept! Which, by the way, was a very good sleep as he let me sleep on his bed whilst he slept on the couch. How sweet is that?!” He spooned some of the marshmallows out to eat with a dreamy smile on his face whilst the elder digested all that information.

“He leant him clothes too.” Jimin pointed out, stealing a few of his best friends marshmallows having eaten all of his own. Tae narrowed his eyes at him for the action but Jimin just smiled at him, moving to pinch at the material clothing the other’s body. “Jungkook’s fashion kind of suits him, I won’t lie.”

“Enough about me though!” He began, his whipped smile turning into a shit eating grin as he turned his attention to the brunette beside him. “Tell us about your little endeavour, hm? You and your secretive make out sesh last night.” He teased, Jimin growing red for a second time that morning. “Who was the lucky guy, ay?”

“Just some random person who came to dance with me. I think he was from one of my classes but I didn’t really know him that well.” He lied. Under the table, his hands fidgeted with the hem of his sleeves nervously, once again uncomfortable about being dishonest to his closest friends. But after Jin’s last comment, he deemed now not the right time to admit he’d been getting up to some not so innocent stuff with Yoongi. “It was no biggie, no meaning behind it. Just a bit of fun really, you know?”

There were a few beats of sceptical silence. Jimin was starting to think that he had not gotten away with it this time until Tae burst out laughing, breaking out into a bigger grin as a hand playfully slapped Jimin on the shoulder. “My little Jiminie is finally putting himself out there! I feel like a proud dad.” He stated exaggeratedly, faking a lone tear rolling down his face. “He’s all grown up.”

“Now who’s sounding like the parent?”

“You really went and made out with some guy you didn’t know?” Jin asked, seemingly unsure whether to believe it. Jimin only nodded slowly in response, trying his best to keep a straight face. “That doesn’t really sound like you.”

The younger shrugged. “New year, new me.”

“Chim,” Tae deadpanned. “It’s April.”

Shrugging once again, Jimin ignored the two of them and drank some more of his hot chocolate. “Not like you to hide a relationship from us either yet here we are.”

Tae whistled, leaning back with his hands held up in the air. “Kitty got claws today. He makes a valid point though.” He turned fully to the elder, pointing a finger. “We saw you two trying to be sneaky! Spill.”

Now it was Jin’s turn to grow quiet, avoiding eye contact.

“Come on hyung~ We’ve seen you holding hands and stealing kisses. Plus, Jungkook dobbed you in earlier so there’s no point in denying.”

Jin’s cheeks flushed pink drastically at that. “Okay so maybe we’re dating.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Hyung. There’s no ‘maybe’ about it. You either are or you aren’t.” Jimin stated, unimpressed.

“You didn’t say that about Tae’s situation.” He countered, arms folded across his chest.

“Hey!” The man in question interrupted. “Don’t drag me into this.”

“At least both of them are on the same page -” He looked over at Tae for confirmation who nodded. “I bet it I asked Namjoon hyung, he’d confidently say the two of you are dating. Should I call him and tell him you beg to differ?”

“No!” Jin shot up at that, eyes practically bulging out of his skull in a panic, causing other customers to look their way. The younger two laughed at their hyung’s reaction, reassuring that they’d do no such thing. “Fine, yes, we’re dating.”

“So is Namjoon like our other dad now?” Tae inquired.

“Must be.” Jimin agreed and they both looked at Jin who rolled his eyes.

“We’re no one's dads, pack it in.”

“Sure Dad One.”

Tae feigned sadness. “You’re just going to abandon us like that?”

Jin groaned, shoving his head in his hands in despair. “I think this is enough for today. I’m going back to fucking bed.”

“He’s definitely going back to Namjoon.”

“Shut up.” Though his crimson cheeks were giving it all away.

The two laughed again as they watched the eldest pay and leave.

“Wanna go to that gaming café a couple streets over? I’ll get Jungkook to drop you off at your apartment when he picks me up later.” Tae asked, finishing the last of his drink.

“You sound like you’re married already.”

Tae winked cheekily. “One day.”

“There’s the delulu I know and love.”

“Is it a yes then?”

“Of course!”

The dreaded sound of the school bell pierces through the silence, and an uproar of chairs sliding back and textbooks shutting followed suit. The teacher murmured a disapproving “Don’t all get up at once.” Paired with a sarcastic eye roll but it fell upon deaf ears as the other students all but piled out the classroom. Sluggishly, Jimin packed away his own belongings and groaned as the loud ringing of the bell brought on a fresh headache - he still hadn’t recovered from Friday night but here he was, ever determined to still show up to college. After all, he did this to himself. He muttered a quiet “Thank you.” to the teacher as he passed her desk and joined the others in leaving for break. Not without sending a quick text to his, Taehyung, and Jin’s group chat announcing he was ‘just leaving class now, see you in a few’.

Avoiding the hustle and bustle of the corridors, Jimin rushed as quickly as possible to get outside, but of course not without bumping into the infamous Yoongi, though in new territory this time it seems.

It took Jimin a minute or so to actually register who he had bumped shoulders with, causing the bag slung over his own shoulder to slip down. His phone had fallen out of his grasp in the midst of it, now lying face down on the floor, but before Jimin could bend down to retrieve it, the boy in front of him had beaten him to it.

Following the boy’s movement, Jimin slowly looked up and locked eyes with who he then realised was Yoongi. His mouth dropped open slightly in shock, the playboy being the last person he expected to see out in the corridors.

Yoongi, on the other hand, quirked his head to the side, a brow raised in confusion as he waited for the younger to take back his phone. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he jutted his hand out further. The action seemed to bring the brunette back to reality.

“Oh, um, s-sorry. And, thanks.” He apologised quietly as he made sure his phone was put securely into one of his pockets.

Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. “Don’t sweat it. What’s gotten you so shook up anyways? You look like a deer caught in headlights.”

“N-nothing!” Avoiding eye contact, Jimin gave a small bow as he fixed the strap back over his shoulder and made a half-assed excuse to leave, but Yoongi was quick to pull him back into view, pushing him back into a set of lockers just behind them. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” The elder echoed back in disbelief. “More like what are /you/ doing? Are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong in the last 48 hours where I haven’t seen or spoken to you?”

Jimin's eyes widened as Yoongi's sudden and close proximity sent a wave of panic through his system. He could feel the cool metal of the lockers pressing against his back, contrasting sharply with the heat that seemed to radiate from Yoongi. The elder's intense gaze rendered him glued to the spot.

"N-no, you didn't do anything wrong," Jimin stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He was conscious of all the other busy bodies roaming the corridor in the little free time they’ve currently got. Jimin wouldn’t be surprised if he noticed any strange looks being thrown his way.

The college’s Grade A golden boy seen with the notorious rebellious homewrecker? What a headline that is for some circulating gossip.

"I just… I was just in a hurry to meet my friends."

Yoongi smirked, leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over Jimin's ear sending an involuntary shiver down the latter’s spine. "You know, you really shouldn't be in such a rush to get away from me. It's almost like you're trying to avoid me on purpose."

Jimin's breath hitched, his heart thumping in his chest. "I'm not avoiding you," he insisted, though his tone lacked conviction. "I just have a headache, that's all."

Yoongi's smirk widened as he raised a hand to gently brush a strand of Jimin's hair away from his forehead. The action had butterflies dancing around in his stomach and Jimin swore he could see a glimpse of worry in the elder’s eyes. But it was gone as quick as it appeared. "A headache, huh? Maybe I can help with that." He muttered quietly, his voice having dropped to a lower, more seductive tone. "I hear I'm pretty good at making people forget their pain."

Jimin's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he struggled to find his voice. "I-I don't think that's necessary."

He wasn’t stupid. Jimin knew that he was referring to sexual actions, like that of what happened between them Friday night. But Jimin also understood that the elder was referring to how he engages in affairs with other students already in relationships - usually those who aren’t happy with their partners at that moment.

"Oh, come on, Jimin," Yoongi all but purred, his lips dangerously close to Jimin's. If there weren’t going to be any rumours before, there definitely will be now. "Just admit it. Mr Goody Two Shoes likes it when I pay attention to him."

The brunette's heart pounded harder in his chest, the world around them fading into a blur. He couldn't deny the flutter of excitement and buzz of adrenaline that he experienced whenever Yoongi boldly flirted with him, but he was too flustered to respond.

Seeing the effect he had on Jimin, Yoongi chuckled softly and pulled back slightly, allowing the younger boy some space to breathe.

Jimin’s eyes flickered with a mixture of defiance and longing. "You think you're so sure of yourself," He came out with in the end, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"I am," Yoongi replied smoothly, his gaze unwavering. "And I'm sure that you and I have some unfinished business."

Jimin frowned, lightly pushing the elder’s chest to put some more distance between them. "What do you want from me, Min Yoongi?"

The playboy's expression softened slightly, a hint of sincerity breaking through his usual teasing demeanour. "I want you to stop running away from me. Live a little and let me take you for a ride, Jimin. Who knows? You might actually like fooling around with me."

The younger scoffed and looked around at anywhere other than the smug looking boy in front of him. “Look, Min, I don’t want to be messed around. And given your reputation, that’s sort of your whole shabang. I’m not going to entertain your advances if it’s all just going to be meaningless and a big joke from the get go.” Jimin didn’t know where the confidence had suddenly come from but he was going to make the most of it. “So tell me, what is it you really want? Because you have so many other guys and girls throwing themselves at you, why not go ruin their relationships and have three side bitches on the go?”

The sincerity that once shone in Yoongi’s eyes had now disappeared as he schooled his features into a stoic expression. He shrugged and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m down for having a fun time; exploring, keeping my options open as always. Nothing wrong with that?”

“Well I’m not going to go and give you all my time and effort if it isn’t going to be reciprocated.”

“Oh so there are some feelings for me, ay?” Yoongi stated smugly, ego inflated.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

The elder shrugged once more and shoved his hands into his pant pockets, standing casually and exuding a natural air of confidence that Jimin wished he could replicate. “You can’t put all your eggs in one basket from the start, darling. You of all people should know that’s not a wise idea.”

Jimin just rolled his eyes and straightened up from leaning against the lockers. He spotted on the clock on the wall behind the elder that he had only ten minutes of break left, so he better wrap up this ordeal soon so as to have time to see his actual friends.

“Plus, you seem like a challenge. I’m always up for a challenge.”

The younger scoffed, looking back at Yoongi. “A challenge? Is that all I am to you?”

Yoongi’s smirk returned as he stepped closer, but this time Jimin didn’t back away. “We can make it more than that if you want, baby, just say the word.”

Jimin huffed out a breath and shook his head. “You’re something else, Min. I’m off; Goodbye.”

As he moved to walk away, he felt a hand tap slightly on his ass but with enough force to make it jiggle slightly. Immediately, Jimin looked back to glare daggers at Yoongi, who had to have been the culprit given he was looking rather pleased with himself, a wider smirk plastered onto his face. “Later, Hot Topic!” He shouted over to him as he himself walked away in the opposite direction.

The cheek of that fucker.

Upon searching for his friends outside in the sun, he finally spotted Taehyung and Jin already seated around a picnic bench, with another figure Jimin quickly recognised as Namjoon.

“Hey guys,” Jimin greeted, sliding onto the bench next to Taehyung. “Sorry I’m a little late; those corridors are murder. I can feel it’s brought on a whole new headache.”

“Hey Chim!” Taehyung beamed. “Looks like we all decided to have a little reunion from the party.”

“Hi, Jimin,” Namjoon said warmly, adjusting his glasses. “It’s nice to see you again. Hopefully you weren’t too hungover.”

Jimin groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Don’t even. I’m still feeling the repercussions of it three days on.” Him and Namjoon laughed about it, Jimin gratefully taking the medicine that Jin slid across the table for him. “But it’s nice to see you too, Namjoon. Now that I’m sober.” He continued with a smile. “How’s everything going?”

“Pretty good. Jin’s been trying to teach me some new recipes, but I’m not sure how successful I’ve been.”

Jin rolled his eyes playfully. “He’s being modest. Namjoon’s actually a fast learner. We made a decent kimchi jjigae last night.”

Jimin grinned. “That sounds delicious, hyung. Maybe you guys can make it for us sometime.”

“Definitely.” Jin agreed, his eyes sparkling. Their hyung was always a good cook, with the ambition to hopefully open up his own restaurant someday.

“Just be warned, the place might burn down with me in the kitchen.” Namjoon added with a laugh. “I fear last night was merely a fluke.”

“Have some more faith in yourself, Joonie. Anyways, what about you, Jimin? How was the rest of your weekend?”

“Despite the obvious disruption, it was actually really nice! Tae took me to that new gaming café and we spent a couple hours there.” Jimin replied joyfully.

Taehyung chuckled beside him. “Yeah, I beat our Chim Chim here at many of the games.”

“Hey!” Jimin whined playfully. “Look, I wasn’t in top form. Next time I will whoop your ass at all those games!”

“You’re on, sucker!”

The two stuck their tongues out at each other like bickering children, doubling over in fits of giggles afterwards. Jin just rolled his eyes at the scene in front of him and Namjoon observed, amused.

As they settled into easy conversation, Jimin and Taehyung quickly warmed up to Namjoon even more. The older boy was articulate, intelligent, and his presence seemed to bring a level of calmness that balanced Jin’s sometimes frantic energy.

Taehyung, ever the social butterfly, had begun peppering Namjoon with questions about his interests, studies, and how he and Jin met.

“So, Namjoon, what are you majoring in?” He asked, genuinely curious like with all his previous six questions.

Namjoon, bless him, entertained the younger. “Philosophy.” He replied politely. “I enjoy thinking about big questions and understanding different perspectives. And I have literature and language on the side as I love my books and poems. What about you, Taehyung?”

“Art. I love exploring myself through painting and sculpture. It’s like therapy for me.” Tae replied, his eyes lighting up with passion.

“That’s amazing. I’d love to see some of your work sometime.”

“Absolutely! I’d love to show you. In fact, we’re preparing projects for an upcoming exhibition.” Tae explained enthusiastically. “You can come see that if you’d like.”

“Of course.”

“And Jimin here is a dance major. He’s incredible! He takes maths on the side too, like me, but rudely we weren’t put in the same class for it.”

Jimin blushed at the compliment and smiled shyly. “Thanks, Tae Tae. You’re too kind.”

“Only the truth for my soulmate!”

Jin, who had been quietly listening, smiled proudly. “We have quite the talented group, don’t we?”

A while later, Jungkook appeared. his eyes were shining bright when he saw Taehyung. “Hey, Tae.” He greeted, his voice softening.

Taehyung’s smile widened, and he scooted over to make room for the younger. “Kookie, come sit with us.”

Jin’s expression turned a bit stiff as Jungkook sat down, still cautious of the boy. Despite not liking him due to his friend choice, as the conversation continued, even Jin couldn’t deny Jungkook’s genuine affection for Taehyung. Maybe he can be an exception to Jin’s biassed thoughts.

“So, Jungkook, what have you been up to?” Namjoon asked, already well acquainted with the boy and trying to keep him included in the conversation.

“Not much, just school and training,” Jungkook replied with a small shrug, yet glanced over at Taehyung with a shy smile. “I’ve been helping my coach with some new techniques.”

“Wow, that sounds.. intense.” Jimin said. “You must be really dedicated.”

Jungkook shrugged modestly. “I just try to do my best as always. It helps that Tae has been encouraging me.”

Said boy beamed at the younger. “Of course, I believe in you!”

Namjoon, sensing Jin’s hesitation, gave his boyfriend's hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. “Jungkook is a good kid, love. Don’t worry so much. Give him a chance to prove himself to you.” He spoke softly, voice barely above a whisper so that only the elder could hear him.

Jin sighed but nodded. “Yeah, he’s… not so bad.” He admitted somewhat begrudgingly, though his eyes still flickered towards the younger with a hint of suspicion. Even though the younger was happily laughing with the two soulmates. Completely innocent.

The group fell into an easy rhythm once more, talking and laughing and cracking jokes, everyone getting to know each other a bit better. But suddenly, a familiar figure approached. Yoongi tapped Jungkook on the shoulder, causing the younger boy to look up.

“You ready to go?” Yoongi asked, his tone casual but his gaze flickered briefly to Jimin, who’s heart began to race at the unexpected visitor.

Seriously, why does this guy keep showing up anywhere and everywhere?

Jungkook nodded, standing up. “Yeah, just give me a sec.”

Yoongi stepped to the side slightly to make some room for the other to get out, positioning himself behind Jimin as he waited. His hand found its way to the small of Jimin’s back where he drew mindless patterns, rubbing gently in a way that sent a shiver down the younger’s spine.

Jimin tried to keep his expression neutral, but the red tinge to his cheeks was surely a dead give away.

“Hey, Yoongi,” Namjoon greeted, offering a friendly smile. “What brings you here?”

“Just picking up Jungkook,” He replied smoothly, locking eyes with Jimin for a moment or two. “We have some plans.”

Taehyung, oblivious to the subtle flickering gazes, smiled at the elder. “Nice to meet you, Yoongi. I’m Taehyung!”

Yoongi’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he brought his hand up to squeeze lightly at Jimin’s shoulder before dropping it back down to rest at the younger’s side. “Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jungkook.” Then he looked down at the brunette below him. With a playful glint in his eyes he asked, “And you are?”

Jimin’s heart was definitely about to burst out of his chest at this point as he struggled to maintain his composure. There was a lot going on all at once and that was overwhelming. “J-Jimin…” He replied, trying to sound casual. “It’s nice meeting you, Yoongi.”

“Jimin, huh?” Yoongi’s hand gave Jimin’s side a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “Nice to meet you too.” He said, his voice smooth and flirtatious, yet subtle enough that the others didn’t catch on. Before moving away, he muttered a quiet, “Hope to see you more often.”

As he took a step back, he locked eyes with Jin who didn’t look happy. “Jin.” He greeted shortly with a curt nod.

“Yoongi.” Jin replied, mimicking the action.

He watched Yoongi’s retreating figure with narrowed eyes, clearly displeased, while Namjoon gave Jimin a curious glance. As Yoongi and Jungkook walked away after the younger said his goodbyes, Yoongi threw one last glance at Jimin and winked. The brunette looked away in the blink of an eye, feeling the blush on his cheeks deepen.

“You okay, Jimin?” Namjoon asked gently.

The younger nodded, trying to shake off the lingering effects of Yoongi’s touch. “Yeah, yeah.” He waved dismissively. “Just a bit hot.”

Taehyung, every perceptive but not noticing the specifics, nudged his best friend jokingly. “Careful, Jiminie, people might think that you’re a little tipsy again with how red in the face you are!”

Jimin managed to get out a natural sounding laugh, nudging Tae back. “You’re never going to let me live that night down, are you?”

“Not until I hear all the details!” He said with that boxy grin of his. “And that includes all the juicy make out details too, because I know you got some good gossip you’re not telling us.”

“Nope, nope, nope!” Jimin chanted, standing up. “Oh would you look at that? It’s time for class. See ya!”

As if on cue, the bell rang to signal the end of break and Jimin made a run for it to escape Taehyung’s inevitable questioning, hoping to reach his dance class before the other had a chance to catch up.