"Yoongi, I'm home!" Jimin yelled as he set his car keys down on the table. Usually, Yoongi would be waiting for him outside or on the couch, but not today.

He walked down the hallway and heard music playing from his room. He slowly made his way there to hear him rap to a song.

His hair was curly and wet and he was dressed in an oversized black T-shirt with black sweat pants.

He was holding a hairspray in his left hand holding it like a microphone. Jimin stayed and listened to him attentively.

Who knew Min Yoongi rapped fire?

Yoongi turned around and saw Jimin standing by the doorway smiling. He grinned embarrassed putting the hairspray bottle down. Then turned his music down. "Oh, hi. How-how long have you been standing there?"

"Enough to hear your rap." He smiled.

"Fuck. Sorry, you had to witness that."

"You're so good at it. And with your hair styled like that you look badass. We don't even need a stove to cook. With your rap you can make fire."

"Thank you for the compliment. I tried to curl my hair since it's getting long. I need a haircut." He laughed.

"I like it long or short. It doesn't matter."

Yoongi smirked looking down. "What? What is it?" Jimin wondered. How pure. Yoongi thought.

"Nothing. My mind is pretty dirty. Sorry."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows confused, but then his eyes grew wide in realization. "Oh." He responded.

Yoongi laughed covering his mouth. He felt like a middle schooler making dirty jokes. Jimin turned a shade of red and looked down at his shoes.

"Hey, thank you for washing and drying my clothes and cooking. You're like a superhuman. Holy shit."

"You're my number one hype man. You give me too much credit."

"No. Not enough." He said laying down on the bed. He looked at Jimin and patted the bed beside him.

"It's 5:30 p.m. Shouldn't I cook dinner, first?"

"Lay with me for a bit. We can listen to music."

"Okay. I need to change my scrubs first. I've been exposed to germs at the office and I really don't want to give you any bad germs and—" Jimin was about to pull off his scrubs and then stopped.

"You can take it off if you want."

"I-I-uhh..." Jimin shook his head no and laid next to him to avoid speaking. He would start stuttering for sure.

"Do you mind if I turn up my music?" Yoongi wondered.

"No of course not. Go ahead."

So, Yoongi did and they both listened to music while looking up at the ceiling. It wasn't until a different song came on that Jimin turned to look at him.

"What's this song about?" He wondered as he heard the lyrics and sensual tone.

"Sex."

They looked at each other for a while. Jimin could feel his heart race and the blood rush down to his pants.

Was he actually aroused?

Within seconds they pulled each other in for a kiss. Jimin had never kissed someone with so much passion before.

Yoongi ran his hand through Jimin's body with so much need that he could've cum right there and then.

Jimin got on top of him, but in the process hurt his arm. "Ow, ow—" Yoongi whined. "Sorry." He apologized a bit red.

"It's okay. Keep on." He said pulling him closer again.

Jimin only blushed deeper when he felt Yoongi's boner underneath him. Never did he think he would like it so much.

"Fuck, I can't. I need more." Yoongi huffed pushing him and getting on top.

"But-but your arm."

"Fuck my arm. I don't even feel pain anymore. See." He told smacking his arm with his other hand.

"Okay, alright, don't fuck it up even more."

"That actually did hurt a little. It's whatever though." He said closing the gap between them. He stuck his hand underneath his scrub top to feel his bare skin.

He could trace his abs with his finger and he never thought that he'd be touching him like this.

Jimin pulled him back and took off his top while Yoongi did the same. However, he struggled and Jimin decided to help him.

"I've never been with a guy." Jimin said in between kisses. He had Yoongi's shirt in his hand clenching it a little too hard.

"Do-do you want me to or do you want to?"

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked confused.

"Do you want to be top or be bottom? Top you fuck me or bottom I fuck you. I don't mind either."

"I-I-I don't know."

"What do you feel more comfortable doing? I've got condoms and lube."

"I-uh-" Jimin panicked so instead of answering he threw his shirt on his face. "Ow." Yoongi squinted, but then he felt Jimin trace his hand down his stomach.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he planted wet kisses on his neck. He could feel how needy Yoongi was and he wanted to trace his hand further down but wasn't sure if it was okay with him.

Yoongi took his hand and placed it on his crotch. Jimin squeeze his eyes tighter until he saw stars. It felt weird touching another man. He thought it'd be gross but it was actually pretty pleasurable.

He got so heated he decided to slide his hand down Yoongi's boxers. Yoongi started to whimper and moan only increasing Jimin's speed.

"Oh, shit, holy fuck, fuck-" Yoongi panted. At first, Jimin was moaning with him to. It was so erotic to please him to the point he was breathless.

However, when he started wheezing Jimin knew something was wrong. "Woah. Are you okay?" He asked pulling away.

"I'm-I'm fine. Keep going." He said in between loud breaths.

"Holy shit. You have asthma. I forgot! You must be having an attack! Where's your inhaler?"

"I'm-I'm-" Yoongi couldn't even finish his sentence because he started gasping for air. He could feel his lungs closing up.

Fucking shitty asthma.

"Where's your inhaler?" Jimin asked worried.

Yoongi patted his lap hoping he'd get the hint and keep going. "Where is it?" He repeated.

He rolled his eyes as he started coughing later pointed to his nightstand. Jimin opened it up and saw different color inhalers which meant the increase in doses.

He picked the red one and gave it to him knowing it was the stronger dose. Yoongi inhaled it and a few minutes later his breathing was semi normal again.

"I'm okay." He replied with a shaky breath.

"You scared the shit out of me." Jimin told his heart accelerating. It scared him so much that even his boner went down.

"That has never happened to me. It's just been son long since I've had sex and you arouse me so much that it got my heart pumping too fast."

"I'm sorry." He apologized timidly.

"For not letting me cum? It's okay don't worry."

"You know that's not what I  meant." He laughed.

"If you would've kept going I would've...you know. Now, I also want to discuss that. I am not a weak ass okay? I can pretty much hold on and have sex for a good while. However, like mentioned before you turn me on so much that it will take me some time to get used to it and-"

Jimin cut him off by planting a quick kiss on his lips. Yoongi's mouth parted a smile forming on his lips.

"It's fine. Don't worry. I'm glad you're okay now. Let's stop for today, yeah? Don't want to trigger another asthma attack. I'll cook dinner." He smiled and got up from the bed.

He took off his scrub bottoms and grabbed a T-shirt with some shorts from his drawer. Yoongi watched in admiration.

"What is it?" Jimin asked as he pulled the shorts up.

"I think I'm in love with you." He bluntly said.

"Why...why do you say that?" He nervously asked. Love was a big word to use. You couldn't just throw it around like that.

"Because I feel it. I wish you would see yourself through my eyes. You'd understand."

Jimin bit the inside of his lip. How do you respond to that? He's only ever told I love you to one of his ex girlfriends. How could Yoongi be so sure of his feelings?

He got up from the bed and walked to him cupping his face in his large hands. Jimin's heart skipped a beat as he looked into his pretty eyes.

His hair was a curly mess, his lips were swollen from the previous make out session and his cheeks rosy pink and sweaty.

Jimin thought he looked breathtaking. And he regretted not admiring his beauty before.

He hated that he wasted all that valuable time not paying attention to the cute little details that made Yoongi beautiful.

For example, his gummy smile that was beyond precious. The little facial expression he did when getting annoyed. The way he ate and the way he carried himself. It was like reading poetry for the first time.

Heavenly.

"I hope I didn't scare you with my confession," he said planting a wet kiss against his lips.

"I also hope you don't mind the sloppy peck. I really want to kiss you right now. A for real kiss."

"Then?" Jimin asked. Nothing had ever stopped Yoongi before. What was stopping him now? And he didn't know why but he craved the physical contact just as much as he did.

"Because I want to give you the type of kiss that makes you feel like your clothes are interfering."