Jimin has spent most of the week in his bedroom, at least when he wasn't in class or at dance, and this was for multiple reasons.

For one, he was wanting to avoid his witch of a mother at all costs.

To say that he was angry with her would be an understatement. She butted herself into a (supposed to be) forbidden place in his personal life, that no other person should have a right to. But of course, that's not how it works in the Park household or in his life.

For two, he was genuinely going to miss his safe haven of a bedroom.

His bedroom was the place where most of his childhood memories come from. As a child, he had an abundance of toys and any plushy he had wanted, but he didn't have the luxury of an cheerful childhood with interactive parents and siblings to wrestle and play with. He was an only child, born into a family who's only mission in life was to make money and build success. Anything else was dispensable.

And third, he really didn't want to bump into Min Yoongi.

For some reason, the older male has been a never ending train of thought that has seemingly embedded itself permanently in his brain. Tomorrow, he's moving out of the famous Park Mansion and into Taehyung's penthouse, but for some truly unknown reason, Yoongi is the only thing Jimin can think about.

And why was that exactly? What about the male makes Jimin shiver when hearing his name? Why does Jimin always look forward to any time the two spend with one another? Was the sex really that good?

Suddenly, Jimin was parched.

He threw the thick comforter off of his thick legs, enhanced by his tight leggings, and exited the room. The young heir would usually grab a chilled beverage from his mini fridge, but he craved just plain iced water more than anything right now.

Jimin chugged the glass of water as quickly as humanly possible, wanting to return to his safe haven completely unscathed by the claws of his mother... or his step-father, but as usual, his luck was nonexistent.

"Are you finally out of your hole?" His mother antagonized, standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island with her arms crossed over her chest.

The son slammed down the finished glass on the granite counter, gasping for breath since he had gone for over thirty seconds without anymore oxygen. He blatantly ignored his mother's comment as he rinsed out the cup and placed it inside the dishwasher.

"Well, now that I have you here for a second, I need to have a conversation with you." Jimin rolled his eyes at the word 'conversation' because it was never a true conversation between two people with this woman.

"Okay?" Jimin skeptically raised his eyebrow.

"Starting next week, I want you to start your internship with Park Industries," she informed, "I let you delay your duties while you were in school, hoping that that would be enough time for you to get whatever you needed out of your system, but now it's time for you to get serious."

Jimin could tell his mother was dead serious by how she lifted her head in an intimidating manner, chin tilted upward.

"Look at Taehyung! He managed to complete school early to be able to get a head start at the Kims Group's corporate offices and from what his father has told me, he's doing extraordinarily well. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell him the same for you." She scoffed.

The young male clutched the corner of the countertop tightly with both hands, trying to collect himself before he grew too frustrated. He hated how his mother admittedly thought so low of him just because he has never shown any interest in the family's business. His dancing was a hilarious joke to her.

But he's known this his whole life. The woman practically had dollar signs for eyes.

"You only have a couple weeks left of school and I know your classes are only two days a week, so there shouldn't be a problem for you to start part-time next week. I'll let my secretary know to get a space set up for you." And with that, she strutted out of the room, leaving nothing left to be said.

Of course, it was never going to be a real conversation.

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Jimin took a break to glance over everything in his room.

On one side of the room, he had multiple boxes stacked and labled with 'books' or 'dvds'. On the other side, he had a plethora of them sitting outside of his closet containing a various selection of footwear. One can never have too many pairs of shoes.

It was strange to see almost all of his belongings tucked away into brown moving boxes. The scene made everything feel that much more surreal. He was, in fact, moving tomorrow morning.

While standing there, he heard his text notification chime on his phone. He took the device out of his pocket and glanced down.

Taehyungie ❤: So excited for tomorrow! I can't wait to see you!

The blonde male groaned, tossed his phone on the bed, and planted himself on the floor, burying his head in his hands. There was so much happening around him at once and he wasn't sure how to handle it all.

Because the stress was getting to him, Jimin felt the need to take a much deserved break from packing. Since he was already sitting on the floor, he decided to start some stretches. That normally calmed his nerves anyhow.

He started with a few basic stretches, folding his legs like a pretzel and bending his torso forward, reaching with his arms as far as his body allowed him too. But Jimin was extremely flexible.

Then he moved his legs out from under him, shifting them so one was in front of him and the other was behind him, effortlessly morphing into the front splits. He leaned forward, grabbing his toes with his hands and stretched out his midsection.

While in this position, he heard the creaking of his bedroom door being opened, but he didn't bother looking up until the culprit shut the door behind themselves, letting out a low chuckle. Jimin gaped upward with wide, glassy eyes.

"Hey..." the raven-haired male said, scratching the back of his head due to the awkward atmosphere.

"Hey..." Jimin replied, but continued his stretching. "What are you doing in here?"

"You've been avoiding me all this week," Yoongi pointed out, "and you're leaving tomorrow..." He stopped speaking as he watched Jimin switch and adjust his legs into another split. He couldn't help but gawk at the boy in front of him. "I knew you were flexible... but damn," he breathed.

At that, Jimin halted his actions, stood, and slowly moved toward the older, with an indecipherable gaze. Yoongi couldn't help but back himself up with every step until he was up against the door behind him.

"Do you have any idea why I've been avoiding you, Yoongi-ssi?" Jimin asked with a sultry tone, but there was a tad bit of something else to it. Almost bitterness, no, sadness? Yoongi wasn't sure, but there was something there.

"That's why I'm here... I don't know." Yoongi mumbled and instinctively gripped the younger's hips. "And you're even leaving tomorrow... so all of this..."

Before Yoongi could say anything more, he felt a press of plump lips against his own. It was brief, and Jimin pulled away quickly. And Yoongi wanted to look at his face to know what the younger male was thinking, but Jimin hid his face into his neck, probably to keep him from doing so.

But he could feel Jimin frowning and the way his breaths grew uneven.

Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, placing one of his hands at the nape of Jimin's neck, and he could feel him tense from the action. He could also feel the way his small body was barely starting to shake, as though he was trying to hold himself back from crying.

"Jimin-ah, Sweetness, look at me."

It was strange. He took a moment to compose himself and as soon as Jimin pulled away from the crook of his neck, he could sense how Jimin forced all of his previous emotions away. As Yoongi still kept his hold on the younger, he could feel how Jimin's whole demeanor changed. And when he looked in his eyes, they were dull. The glassy look from before was gone. It was like he was having an emotional battle within himself.

"Hyung..." Jimin dragged out. He moved his hands to tug at the older's collar.

"Mmh?" he questioned. Jimin was giving him whiplash.

"Before..." Suddenly his eyes were hooded and his lips were puckered into a seductive pout. "Did you want to see how flexible I truly am?"

And god, as soon as those words left Jimin's mouth, every feeling or emotion Yoongi had went down, straight to his dick. "Fuck..." Yoongi returned his hands to the smaller's waist.

It caught Yoongi by surprise, but it was indeed welcomed when Jimin pushed away for a moment to move his leg in a way that Yoongi didn't even know was possible, at least for Jimin. He lifted his leg so it was between them, resting his calf against Yoongi's shoulder and with his foot against the door, higher than Yoongi's head, holding it in that position. It was almost parallel with their bodies. It was hot, and Jimin's tight yoga pants made it that much hotter.

"See how flexible and sensual I can be, hyung?" Jimin teased in a whisper, his lips barely grazing Yoongi's. The question gave Yoongi a sad sense of nostalgia, even if it wasn't from that long ago.

But that did it for him. Yoongi couldn't hold back from desperately kissing the male against him, paying no mind to the sexy leg still between them. It was even hotter that way. He held Jimin's face with one hand, and ran the other back and forth over Jimin's thigh, wishing he was touching skin rather than the yoga pants.

Their kissing grew hungry and wet fast. They both wanted more.

Yoongi gently helped Jimin move his leg back down to the floor and Jimin quickly pulled down his pants, wearing nothing underneath. He moved straight toward the bed and maneuvered on to his hands and knees, presenting himself fully.

Of course, Yoongi couldn't help but curse at the sight.

He settled behind Jimin, placing a hand against the boy's waist and squeezing. "Not like this," his voice was low and husky, making Jimin moan at the sound alone, "I want to see you." When Jimin complied, turning around onto his back, Yoongi tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt before pulling it over his blonde head. "All of you."

Jimin helped Yoongi out of his clothes, wanting the older to be as bare as he was. He wanted to feel the Yoongi's pale, cool skin against his tan, warm skin. The contrast between them felt so perfect.

When Yoongi was naked, he settled himself between the other's open legs, reconnecting their lips. It's been over a week since he's been able to kiss them, to feel those plump lips against his thinner ones. He feels addicted to them. Like now that he's kissing them, he's not sure how he'll be able stop.

In this position, their hardened cocks brushed against one another, causing the male underneath him to moan, giving Yoongi the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside, which Jimin took graciously. Jimin even let his own slide against his, making the kiss wetter.

Yoongi decided to crank up the arousal even more as he thrust upwards, grinding their parallelled members against one another. He tested it one more time before starting a steady rhythm, causing Jimin to expel a trail of sinful moans and curses. "Faster," he added, meeting Yoongi halfway with his own thrusts.

The older male would never say no, especially if it made Jimin feel that good, and he could tell that it did by the way he writhed below him.

"...'M gonna cum soon..." Jimin admitted between his pants against Yoongi's lips.

So Yoongi abruptly stopped their movements, bringing out a frustrated whine from the smaller. "We can't have that so soon, Sweetness. We're not done yet."

His low voice sent shivers down Jimin's spine. "Mmh... want you to fuck me." Yoongi chuckled while reaching for the lube and a condom inside the bedside table.

Knowing what was coming, Jimin obediently bent his legs back, hugging them to his chest and licking his reddened lips expectantly.

Yoongi cursed again because Jimin was so attractively flexible.

After coating his fingers with a copious amount of the slick substance, rubbing his fingers together to make sure it's warm, he gently prodded the first digit at the boy's welcoming entrance.

They've done this plenty of times now, so there was little resistance. Yoongi's fingers were long and they new exactly where to touch, but the older cruelly avoided the magical spot. In hardly any time, Jimin was ready, begging for the real deal in a mantra of slurred words.

"Alright, alright." Yoongi hustled to put on a condom, coating himself in more lube than probably necessary, and lined himself with Jimin's awaiting hole. "Calm down, pretty."

In one smooth motion, the two were fully connected. Jimin let out a gasp, one of full pleasure, while the older gritted his teeth. Though this is far from their first time, the feeling never gets old. How Jimin managed to remain so tight amazed Yoongi. He always felt perfect.

"M-move." Jimin cried, digging his fingernails into Yoongi's shoulders in desperation.

And they knew exactly what pace to go, how to angle their bodies just right for the other. Their movements were not rhythmical by any means, but it was always perfect for what they needed. Each thrust always hit just right, and every kiss left behind a satisfying tingling sensation, only enhancing their overall bliss.

So obviously, it didn't take long before Jimin was cumming untouched, whining in absolute satisfaction as cum spotted his chest, dripping down his shaft. The sight was enough of an encouragement for Yoongi to follow right after.

The older looked down at the young male below him and was astonished that someone could possibly look so unholy but still so glorious after sex.

Jimin's hair was a mess, sticking up in multiple directions. His lips were spit slicked and crimson from their kisses. He was panting and his eyes were hazy, clearly exhausted. He laid there, drenched in his own sweat and cum, and Yoongi can't help but curse because he's never seen someone so beautifully fucked out before. He was stunning. Everything about him was beautiful.

And that's why Yoongi couldn't stop himself before blurting, "I like you," between pants.

Time seemed to freeze inside Jimin's bedroom. The two, still connected, gazed at one another with similar expressions that both screamed of surprise. Yoongi was surprised that he had said it, and Jimin was just as shocked to hear it, unsure of how to respond.

"Please say something before I grow even more embarrassed..." Yoongi scrunched his eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"Do you still not know why I've been avoiding you all week?" Jimin whispered, blinking up at the older still on top of him. Yoongi shook his head once. "It's because... I think I like you too." This time when Jimin blinked, a small tear fell below his long eyelashes. Yoongi leaned forward to intimately kiss it away.

"But I shouldn't," Jimin added, "I can't."

The other didn't have anything to reject those cruel words because unfortunately, they were reality. They really shouldn't, and with the way things are turning out, it didn't seem possible.

And there's still so much Jimin doesn't know about him...

"But we still have the rest of tonight." Yoongi whispered, gazing deep into the smaller's eyes and caressing his cheek. "At least we still have tonight."

For tonight only, they could remain in one another's arms. At least they had that.

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Okay, wowwww. This chapter ended up way longer than I had originally intended. But I think my smut is improving 🤪

Please, let me know what you think of this story!

How are all you guys doing? I am honestly exhausted. Work has been stressful with everything going on and I sometimes feel like I'm being stretched thin... I hope during these times that you are all remaining safe and healthy.

-Sydney <3