[yoongi-mood]

Yoongi's POV

I never knew my hands were capable of sweating so much until now. The sun is glaring down at me as I wait for Jimin outside of the pizza restaurant we finally agreed on after thirty minutes of debating. It isn't the heat that's making me sweat. I'm nervous. It's our first official date.

Things were easy with Jimin at the start when we were casually flirting with each other, no labels to hold us down. But now everything feels so real. There's something so incredibly intense about sitting opposite someone with the sole focus of both of you being on working on fostering love between us. I have to remind myself that loving Jimin is as easy as pie.

These nerves are only heightened when I see him walking towards me, his hair swept back by a pair of sunglasses and a bright grin on his face. I want to retain my cool persona around him but it's so hard when he makes my heart fucking quiver with one look.

As he leads me inside, talking excitedly about the party a few nights ago when we finally sealed the deal, I have to remind myself to slow the beating of my heart.

He just looks so angelic in front of me, his tongue sticking out as he decides what he wants to eat. I could stare at him for hours, but I decide that's a little creepy and so I try and busy myself looking at the menu but the words won't come into focus. I can't stop thinking about the boy sitting opposite me and how much I want to kiss him.

"What's on your mind?" Jimin asks innocently, taking a bit of a breadstick and furrowing his eyebrows without realising.

"You," I blurt out before I can't control myself.

What is it about him that makes me lose my cool every single time? I've never met anyone that has such a hold over my emotions as him before. He makes the words in my throat feel stuck with one look.

He blushes and looks down at his lap, and I instinctively place my hand out for him to hold. He does so gently, and for a moment all I can think about is how the pads of his fingers feel against my skin. Every microscopic piece of him is so undeniably perfect.

We continue being sickly sweet for the rest of the date, laughing about our friends and other randomness before our plates are empty and our hearts (and stomachs) are full. It's amazing to see him outside of the toxic school environment where eyes are continually watching us. It makes me feel like we're the only two people in this world.

"Want to come back to my house?" Jimin asks, clutching my hand a little tighter as we walk down the street.

What was I supposed to say? No? Before I know it we're stumbling through his front door locked in a messy kiss. Thankfully his parents are out.

Once I start kissing Jimin, I physically cannot stop. He brushes me away playfully as he leads me upstairs but I can't stop leaving small pecks on his neck and back as we practically run to his room. His kisses are addictive, and I'm pretty sure there are far worse things to be addicted to.

He pulls off his top before I can even breathe and I take a moment to appreciate what I have in front of me.

He's just so pretty. Every inch of him is pure, beautiful, glowing, heavenly. I want to kiss everywhere on him but I can tell he's impatient. I remove my own shirt and smirk at the way his eyes widen at me. What I love about him is how much I feel like my adoration for him is reciprocated in the way he views me. We are completely and utterly infatuated for each other.

Our clothes slowly fall to the floor in a disorganised mess, and soon we find ourselves breathless but practically begging for one another. I take a moment in my lust-fuelled madness to admire the sparkle in Jimin's eyes in this moment. I feel honoured to have witnessed it.

Rolling a condom down my shaft, I prep my little one so that I won't hurt him. I want him to feel pure ecstasy and nothing else. My cock hardens even more at the sight of him squirming on my fingers, wanting and whining for more. I want to tell him that I would give him so much more than just my cock. I'd given him my everything in a heartbeat.

Pushing myself in slowly, I close my eyes and savour this feeling. It's so much more intense than anyone else I've fucked before. I want to remember every single tingle, every single butterfly, every single movement I make. His soft moans and deep sighs are like the sweetest music to my ears, and make me want to move faster in order to please him more.

Our bodies are now covered in a sheen of sweat as we both climb to our highs, the knots in our stomachs unwinding as we both finally release. I take a moment in my euphoria to look down at him with the biggest smile on my face and I can't help but feel so lucky to have him in my arms.

He smiles back at me and the world seems to fall into place.

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