The golden, morning light shined through window, painting the tangled boys in daffodil skies and marigold petals, warmth sinking into their already flushed beings.

Yoongi was awake. His lashes fluttered over his blushing, cherry cheeks, dark, sleep infused eyes drinking up the sight of Jimin sleeping soundly beside him.

He was so beautiful, covered all in the night before.

His hair was matted to his forehead, sticking to the nape of his delicate neck, littered with orchids of love bites. Bouquets of plum purples and wine reds drawn in whispered words, and hushed promises. Small, high pitched hums escaped his plump, swollen lips.

Bitten gently, and strawberries bleeding through. His bare chest rising with each soft breath, fanning out over Yoongi's cheekbones. His legs were woven with his, feet pressed to his toes, and fingers laced around his waist, his fluffy head resting just beneath his collarbones, which Jimin found so pretty.

He was so gorgeous, and Yoongi didn't know what to do with the aching swell in his heart, etched in Jimin's shape, where others had left only footprints.

His fingertips trailed over his jaw, sharp against his glowing skin, resting in his damp strands.

He couldn't help but kiss Jimin's unconscious lips. They were still under his own, but ever so sweet, delicious, soft. Made of lace and caressing his so gently. They sent an almost burning warmth fluttering through his entire being.

Slowly, Jimin began to stir under his touch.

He whined into his mouth, mocha eyes opening to find he was already being watched. And he kissed back, almost clashing their teeth together with his growing smile and quiet, raspy giggles.

"Good morning beautiful." He purred, his voice vibrating in his throat, and Jimin flushed all over again, tangling his small fingers in Yoongi's hair.

"Yoongi..." He muttered, almost absent-mindedly.

He pulled the younger into a sitting position, his shoulder blades pressed to his back.

"Did you sleep well?"

Jimin laughed quietly, nestling further into his embrace.

"Of course," He chirped, shivering as Yoongi's lips skimmed over his neck. "You're so warm hyung."

"Mm," He mumbled, nipping softly at his already sensitive skin, teeth grazing the marks he'd already left, and a pleasant shudder wracked Jimin's body. "And you're so beautiful..."

Jimin sighed, turning around to face his hyung with a sunshine smile that momentarily left Yoongi breathless.

His fingers curled around Yoongi's shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.

"Yoongi...I love you...I love you so much..."

Despite the fact that he'd uttered those words before, Yoongi still blushed a dark scarlet, his precious gummy smile stretching over his lips.

He bumped their noses together playfully.

"I love you too Jimin-ah...more than you could ever know."

Jimin held him tight, reveling in Yoongi's comforting heartbeat thudding against his chest. "Thank you."

Yoongi paused.

He pulled away just enough to meet Jimin's loving gaze, brushing his tangled bangs out of his face.

Thank you.

He kissed Jimin's forehead, smiling at his giggles as he drifted to his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, his chin, drinking in and tasting everything that this beloved boy was.

"No Jimin," He whispered, running the pad of his thumb over his lips. "Thank you."

This moment was theirs, falling into the addictive ocean of each other's eyes, captured, paralyzed by the gaze locked on them, so admiring, loving, that it ached.

Such tender touches and tender looks in this beautiful silence.

This beautiful silence was theirs.

"Oh my god,"

And suddenly, a familiar voice broke that silence, snapping them both out of their stupor.

"Oh my god, they actually did it."

Jimin's eyes widened, embarrassment and a slight twinge of panic flooding his expression, and Yoongi just sighed in unsurprised disappointment.

Of course.

"Guys, Jimin and Yoongi fucked!"

Jimin squeaked, grabbing the sheets and pulling it over his head, curling into a fetal position beneath the covers.

"Jungkook, what the fuck," Yoongi muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "How the hell did you get into my apartment?"

The ebony haired boy smiled, barely containing his laughter as Yoongi consoled the embarrassed lump under the blankets.

"You gave me a key, remember?" He reminded him smugly, and Yoongi looked to the ceiling, wondering what on earth had possessed him to do such a thing.

And then another voice chimed in.

"They did what?"

And Tae was rushing into the room in a flurry of slender limbs.

He yanked the covers down so he could see Jimin's red face, and shot him a boxy grin, hugging him despite a few blankets being the only material covering Jimin's body.

"Oh I'm so proud of you!"

"Tae, what are you doing, I'm naked!"

"Was it good? Did he treat you well? Does Yoongi have any hidden kinks I should know about?"

Yoongi whacked him with a pillow.

"I can't believe you finally did it!" He exclaimed, unperturbed.

And then-

"Did what?"

And Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok bustled into the room in a series of gasps and proud smirks.

"Oh my god, Jimin's been deflowered!" Hobi cried, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

"I'm not a virgin." Jimin reminded him, hiding behind Yoongi.

Namjoon clapped his hands awkwardly, unsure of what he was meant to do. "Congratulations!" He shouted, and Yoongi barely resisted the urge to face palm.

Jin frowned worriedly. "I hope you used protection."

"Maybe Jimin wanted it raw!"

"It could have been rough sex."

"Jimin doesn't seem like the type for rough sex."

"You don't know that."

"Maybe he wanted it to be gentle for his first time with Yoongi."

"And for all you know, maybe Jimin isn't even a bottom!"

"Yeah! Yoongi might be a secret baby boy."

"You know, that could be true."

"Well Kookie and I usually switch."

"Yeah I can definitely see them switching."

"You think so?"

"Totally."

"Actually, that makes a lot of sense because-"

Yoongi cut them all off.

"Okay, everyone get the fuck out!"