Yoongi

With my back pressed against the wall, I'd left just enough room for Jimin to lay beside me comfortably. Elbow propping my head up as I scrolled through twitter on my phone with my free hand. The room was quiet except for the sound of Jimin getting ready for bed on the other side of the wall.

Jimin had some drawn out routine as to how he needs to get ready for bed, while washing my face and wearing just a tank and boxers was just enough for me. He's been in the bathroom for half an hour now. I have no clue what takes a whole half hour to do, but he better come out looking like he just exited heaven because all I want to do is go to sleep.

"Jimin, its late. How long does it take to get ready for bed"

"I'm almost done. Being this cute takes time"

I sighed deeply as I converted my attention to the bathroom door as soon as I heard the creaking of it opening. There in the door frame stood Park Jimin in nothing but one of my t-shirts and some shorts that were small and tight enough to just be classified as underwear. My mouth was left agape due to the long line of lame comebacks that I'd intended on spitting back at him, but had gotten stuck in my throat as soon as I'd caught sight of him. My cheeks burned and my palms were sweaty to a point that my phone slipped out of hand.

Jimin quickly took notice of my instability, causing a smirk to play on his lips. It didn't help my case. In fact, all it did was make the burning sensation spread from my cheeks throughout my entire body. Like the blood coursing through my veins decided to burst all in one go.

The teasing little shit even worsened the situation by swiftly planting himself beside me and intertwining our legs. We might as well be a poorly scripted porno at this point.

"You look like a tomato" he whispered.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't, especially not after he'd pushed the strands of hair in front of my eyes away. I was nothing but a mindless statue, just blankly staring back at him. He was Medusa and he'd turned me into stone. It isn't fair at all.

What's worse is that I couldn't look away either. His eyes were looking into mine while his fingers were tangled in a few strands of my hair. He was just staring at me so sweetly and I was completely stuck. His eyes were so beautiful. The iris of it was so dark, you could barely differ from it and the pupil. That must be the reason they're so difficult to look away from. They're like black holes, just pulling you in and theres absolutely no escape. You're completely lost and there's no way out. 'You will feel that you're falling for Jimin when you look into his eyes'.

"Yoongs..." he spoke again. only much softer this time, but still loud enough to snap me out of my void of thoughts. "how long have you liked me? I-I mean so many guys treat me like im the equivalent to a fleshlight, but you.. you say that you've liked me for so long, but never even praised me unless i asked you to. You dont talk to me like the other boys"

"That's because I actually love you, Minnie. I didn't want to suffocate you with empty words because all my compliments are true. They wouldn't be as genuine if I handed them out often though"

Now it was Jimins turn to blush. His giant eye smile lit up his enire face.

"And to answer your question.. I've loved you since second grade when I'd read to you, noticed it in 8th grade when you smiled at me the way you always do, and will for as long as possible"

His legs wrapped around mine a bit more than before as an attempt to pull us even closer together. With our foreheads connected he continued to stare into my eyes. The smile plastered to his face was replaced by him taking his bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers were still woven in my hair. The position made me even more tense than before in complete honesty.

We stayed like that for a while too, intensely and cheesily staring at each other. I'd finally built up the courage to rest my hand on his waist, lifting his shirt slightly to toy with the trim of it. It was silent between the two of us as we layed like this long enough for the dim outside light peaking through the blinds to fade a few shades more. It wasn't awkward, it didn't feel uncomforable after a while anyway. It was complete bliss.

The first to break the contact was Jimin. His gaze slowly trailed from mine to my lips. I pressed them together in a tight line, suddenly feeling uneasy once again. My breath hitched as he lazy dragged his hand from my hair to my lower cheek. He'd cupped it as he used his thumb to trace my lips.

Please kiss me, Jimin.

My eyes fluttered shut as I waited for him to make a move. Slight shuffling around was made and soon enough, his breath tickled my lips. Sadly, they never met.

"Remember when we were little.." He began. My eyes popped, just to see his still fixated on my lips, which had parted slightly in disappointment. "and i asked you to come over for the first time" He continued, but came to a pause again as he stopped swiping his thumb across my lower lip. "after some point of doing whatever... you randomly asked why I was so set on trying to be your friend, then I said something like 'because I think you and I are meant to stick together' and you cutely furrowed your brows asking why I thought so and then I softly said" He trailed off once again to inch teasingly closer. "-I said 'because I'm young, but I still feel really anxious doing this'" without hesitation he pressed his thumb into my bottom lip and pecked the tip of his nail."d-do you remember?"

Everything stopped around me. I probably looked like a ghost, because rather than blushing I felt my entire body freeze up. Our lips had been separated by his thumb, but I was still completely taken aback.

The feeling of his eyes burning into me tore me from whatever state I'd been in, and to play it off, I'd chuckled a bit.

"I couldn't ever forget" which was true. If I wasn't such an oblivious kid, Jimin and I probably would have confessed long ago.

He exhaled deeply as if he'd been holding his breath. Laying straight on his back, burying his face in his hands as he giggled. Removing his hands he'd stared at the ceiling smiling for a moment before turning his head to meet eyes with me for the millionth time now.

Gawking at the sight of him, I felt my heart beat rapidly in my chest, practically screaming to be let out. He reached his hand out to lay on my neck, letting his fingers run along it and to my collar bones. My anxiety built up and hit its climax as hed trailed his hand down to my chest and suddenly vanished as he finally rested his hand over my heart.

A wave of confidence rised out of nowhere and I'd quickly leaned forward, attaching my lips to his. Again, my eyes closed as I deepened the kiss and pulled his face closer to mine. However, to my disappointment he'd used the hand pressed agained my chest to push himself away from me, causing him to fall onto the floor.

Snapping out of my trance, I stared at Jimin in shock. My heart sunk deep in my chest. The heavy feeling only grew worse, leaving this overwhelming amount of guilt to sworm around it.

"I-Im sorry. I know you said we couldnt date or anything.. Sorry" I kept repeating as I was bent over the edge looking down at him as he just silently looked up at me as he was propping himself up on his elbows.

All he was doing was looking at me. All I was doing was mentally screaming at myself for being so stupid.

"I-"

I'd intended on apologizing again, but was cut off by a set of lips against mine. Jimin roughly pulled me down onto the floor with him. I hovered over him, not thinking twice about kissing back. Our lips moved together as we both hungrily searched each other's mouths. I've never craved anything more.

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3rd POV

As hands roamed aimlessly around opposite bodies and tongues fought for dominance, neither of them had even heard someone jamming keys into the doormroom door. Both were too lost in their own world as the mysterious person unlocked and walked straight into the room, not even glancing at them as he grabbed his backpack from of the desk beside the door.

"Oh-" he mumbled as he looked inside the bag. "I dont know if you were joking about that ringdingdong vibrator months ago, but i finished it like last week. I forgot it was in my ba-oh, sorry for interrupting" Namjoon said as finally looked over to the couple on the floor.

Quietly he set the vibrator down on the desk, zipped his bag, and slung it over his shoulder before slowly backing out of the room. Shutting the door he quickly walked back to Seokjin in his car and didn't say a word.

Meanwhile, Yoongi sat on Jimins waist. With both shirts long gone by now, Yoongi began exploring way more than just youngers mouth. Whimpers and wines escaped his lips as he arched his back under the elders touch. Yoongi pinned Jimins hands over his head as he grinded his hips into the others.

The incident with Namjoon hadn't phased either of them. Not even a little.

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