After a moment, Jimin swayed himself towards the balcony of the club, where most couples were making out but he really needed some fresh air.

Tears were sticking to his face, as he stumbled past people to enter the balcony. There were a few people loitering around, but Yoongi was leaning on the railing right in front of him.

Jimin's heart clenched for once again but he decided to go to Yoongi. Because he was upset, and upset Jimin wanted to give Yoongi a piece of his mind. He swayed a bit on the way but made it in one piece.

Maybe because Jimin was drunk and all, but all Jimin could think of is how unfairly good looking he was. He had always been so delicately beautiful. Always. The way his pale skin glowed in the city lights, his feline eyes, his lips looked so soft. They felt like a plush pillow against his own.

"This is all your fault!" Jimin shouted as he stood beside Yoongi, clutching at the hand rail because his vision was wavering.

"You're doing this to me! You're– you can't flirt around with them when you and I– you and I–"

"Fuck off, Jimin." Yoongi said in a defeated tone, slightly nudging Jimin to get off of him but Jimin just held tighter.

"You were the one who never talked about it after that night. I thought you didn't want anything to do with it, and I was fine with it as far as we were on good terms. What, now? Am I not allowed to move on?"

"No!" Fuck, Jimin was spitting truth, he was going to regret it. "No! Don't move on. Don't do it."

Jimin was crying now, and Yoongi grabbed the younger's upper arm to stop him from falling or stepping on his own foot.

"I'm not a toy, Jimin. You can't just turn my feelings on and off according to your convenience." Yoongi said, now circling his hand around Jimin waist because he really couldn't stand. "Earn me."

Jimin gasped dramatically, more tears rolled down his eyes. Earn Yoongi?

"Earn you?" Jimin asked, punching  Yoongi's chest with his small fist, wresting to free himself from the elder's hold in anger. "This isn't us! Haven't I- haven't I earned you enough in these seven years?! Has Hyuk-jae earned you more, Hyung?!"

Jimin punched Yoongi's chest twice again before burying his face somewhere into Yoongi's coat.

"I'm t-tired of earning everyone. I'm tired. Especially when I spend years to it and they give more credit to someone else."

Yoongi squinted his eyes shut at that. Fuck, he had gone wrong with his words. He had forgotten all the rest of the memories over the mere thought of Jimin getting ridiculously jealous over him being with a guy after leading him on for so long.

"O-okay." Yoonvi whispered, stroking Jimin's hair softly as he cried into his shoulder. "Okay, baby, you've earned me more than enough over the years. Far more than Hyuk-jae." 

That's when Yoongi realised that Jimin and him owed it to themselves to try out if they worked for each other or not because they were more than a drunken mistake. There was more to it. There was years of precious memories and thriving with eachother.

"Yes, I'm sorry. We should go home. You're too drunk." He said, leading Jimin towards his car before dropping a quick message to the rest of their band mates that him and Jimin were going home.

What also sucked was that they still haven't told their group members that they slept together, too caught up with work and their own relationship to acknowledge the others.

The ride to home was silent, except for Jimin's little sobs which eventually stopped as he passed out on the passenger's seat.

As they reached home, Yoongi woke Jimin up, reaching to open his side of the car door to help Jimin out of the car and lead him towards their house. He struggled with holding Jimin with one hand while working the door open with the keys with another, but succeeded. Yoongi and Jimin entered into the living room, it was deadly silent there.

"Okay, Jiminie. Sit on the couch for a few, yeah?"

Together, they took slow steps towards the sofa– that familiar numb buzz in his body awakening. He felt Yoongi's strong hands around him, and his brain seemed to short circuit at the mere touch of him.

As they moved closer and closer, Jimin's heart overwhelmed with irrational feelings– and before he could control himself, he was already pulling Yoongi down with him towards the couch.

Hell, Jimin didn't even know where he found the sudden strength to do this– it's just that he was drowned into Yoongi. Completely so. There was this feeling whenever he was near Yoongi. He felt as if he's smelling the air after it has rained.

Yoongi yelped as they tripped backwards, Jimin wincing as he felt Yoongi shielding his fall. Thankfully, they landed right onto the sofa, the man grunting when he felt Jimin crash against him.

"Fuck, Jimin." He grunted as he reached out his hand to make sure Jimin didn't hurt himself.

Jimin didn't say anything as the elder rubbed up and down his back, he was too busy in snuggling against Yoongi's neck.

"I want you." He let out pathetically as Yoongi froze. His legs were straddling the elder's hips and just to be a tiny bit closer, Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck. He sniffled into the elder's neck.

"I thought you wanted me too, but then you said I haven't earned you. Please tell me, Hyung. Please tell me you didn't mean it. I've–" he bit his lips to prevent it from quivering as his eyes welled up more tears. "I don't think I've done anything in my entire life if it's not trying to earn you, all of you."

Yoongi hurriedly wiped off the tears streaming down the younger's cheeks. Guilt brewing up in his chest.

"Fuck no, don't cry. I'm sorry. You've earned me, you've earned us all."

Yoongi should've seen it coming because of how caring Jimin is. All he had done is give and give to his members, and then suddenly Yoongi had accused him that he hadn't put any effort in their relationship. The whole relationship when that's all Jimin had ever done. He had always been the angel of the group. The shoulder to lean onto.

"I've always tried, Hyung. I'm sorry–" he burst into more sobs. "I'm sorry I tried my best to earn–"

"Okay. Okay, don't say that word. You've– you've captured me, Jimin. Let alone earn me. Don't feel insecure about it. Fuck it was my fault I said that damn word, shit sorry. I'm sorry. You don't have to be sorry when you've done nothing wrong."

"I always try my best. I'm sorry I didn't talk about it. I was just confused-"

"Again, Don't be sorry."

"And I'm sorry I got jealous. I don't know what's happening to me. I'll never do it again I swear–"

"Shh, stop talking." Yoongi said as he carressed the younger's cheek. He didn't know what else to say but thankfully Jimin stopped, rubbing his eye only to smear his eyeshadow along with his tears.

Jimin leaned closer to Yoongi, tightening his arms around the elder's neck to move closer. Yoongi just watched as Jimin's eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted before connecting with his own.

Yoongi's stomach flipped in response. It was so surreal and natural at the same time. He never imagined Jimin would be kissing him for real. But then again, it was just Jimin. His lovely Jimin. It was the first time they were kissing after all the fuss at Taehyung's birthday party and boy did it feel good.

Both of them moved their lips lazily against each other, too weared out to go faster. But it was enough. Well at least Yoongi thought so before Jimin separated and left a few pecks down his jaw.

"Fuck me, Hyung."

His voice was barely above a whisper, but enough to make Yoongi freeze. He almost thought he was hearing things but was proven wrong when Jimin grinded his ass down on the elder's crotch.

"Please," Jimin pleaded, his eyes were closed but he still chased Yoongi's lips with his own.

Yoongi lightly touched Jimin's jaw to halt his actions, analyzing each and every exquisite feature of the younger.

He could, of course. He wanted to have sex with Jimin with all his being and Jimin begging him this way didn't help either. But he wouldn't. He simply couldn't use Jimin not being himself as an excuse to get into his pants. He couldn't use Jimin. Moreover, he had had drunken sex with the younger before, and it hadn't end well. He was scared Jimin would shove him away again in the morning.

"Ask me when you're sober and I will."

"But I want you now."

"Won't you want me when you're sober?"

"I-I would."

"Yes so that's it. Let's go to sleep."

Yoongi nudged Jimin to stand up to his feet because he couldn't carry Jimin all the way to the second floor in his arms.

They made their way towards Jimin's room and fell into the covers as soon as they reached there, not minding to change their clothes or drink some water. Jimin snuggled against Yoongi's side as they sprawled accross the bed, both of them laying onto their stomachs.

"You're mine, Hyung. You're not allowed to move on." Jimin mumbled against the elder's shirt.

"You fuck me up, Jimin." Yoongi muttered, eyes closed and a dull throb at the back of his head.

Jimin just hummed at that, not really minding whatever Yoongi had to say against the fact that he won't let him move on from himself.

Little did they know they were starting a toxic relationship.

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Where is this story even going idfk