"I'm going over early, okay?" Jimin says, hiding his small hands in his long sweater sleeves. They all had plans to go to Yoongi's apartment to celebrate Taehyung's big promotion; the three's place was really congested whereas Yoongi had a wide living room.

"Why?" Taehyung asks, popping his head out from the bathroom, looking at Jimin from all the way through the hallway, eyes narrowed.

"Because he's asked me to buy stuff," Jimin replies, not actually lying as he internally laughed.

"Like what?"

"Why are you interrogating me?" Not being able to resist, a small laugh leaves as Jimin says that.

"Just wondering if you're sneaking around with your girlfriend."

Jimin fully laughs, in disbelief and amusement, and says again for the millionth time already. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"I'm not convinced."

"You will be."

And, just with that, Jimin flashes a wink at Taehyung as he leaves, waving cheekily.

—

Using the spare key Yoongi had given him before, Jimin opens the door, entering the house without warning.

The first sight he sees is Yoongi lazily sitting down on the floor, facing the front door as he leans back on the side of the couch.

His eyes land on Jimin and his dead expressions lightens up in zero seconds. "Jimin."

Jimin closes the door as he takes off his shoes, the joyous aura attaching to him (like it always does when he's with Yoongi).

"Taehyung and Jungkook think I have a girlfriend," he blurts out, a few breathy giggles escaping.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, amused, "What happened?"

"Yesterday, I ended a phone call with you saying 'I love you, honey' and Jungkook flipped out. While that was happening, Taehyung walked in. It was so funny, my stomach hurt for fifteen minutes after I was done laughing."

Jimin drops the plastic bag full of drinks and other stuff he bought before getting there and crouches down to be on level with Yoongi. They just stare at each other, fondness and utmost affection in their eyes.

"I bought lipstick," Jimin admits.

"Why?"

Shrugging, Jimin responds, "It was cheap."

"Isn't not buying cheaper than buying?" Yoongi points out making Jimin pout.

"But I wanted to buy it."

"Why?" This time, Yoongi sounds baffled.

"I want to kiss you while wearing it. then take a picture!" Jimin answers, beaming brightly.

"What the fuck?" is Yoongi's first reply before he laughs at the stupidit. "I can't believe I'm actually letting you do that."

Twinkles in his eyes, Jimin leans a little forward, the distance between them just a hair. "Really? You're actually letting me?" The adorable way he asks for assurance gives a constriction to Yoongi's heart, he wonders if he's still dreaming, dating a boy like Jimin.

"Well, it's not like I can refuse," Yoongi mutters, eyes averting as his cheeks tint a bare of rosiness.

He feels hands a little colder cupping his cheeks, making him lock eyes with Jimin again.

Yoongi swears he's in heaven; the way Jimin's eyes look like they're looking at the most beautiful thing in existence– he's overwhelmed; so full with love for the boy in front of him that it physically hurts. He doesn't know whether to embrace every bit of feeling or shy away from it because it's so much.

He doesn't really have the time to pick at the moment. Jimin's kissing him without warning (he supposes being up at his face should be warning enough but he can't really put his mind around it– thoughts scattered unable to collect them, stopped by Jimin's lips). He's kissing back almost immediately, hand going on the back of the silver-head's neck.

When the normal pace isn't enough, Yoongi is tugging Jimin closer by the neck, unbalancing the younger to fall unceremoniously onto him, breaking the kiss.

A low whine of complaint leaves Jimin's pouty lips as he sits up, crossing his legs over Yoongi's straightened ones, now seated on the elder's lap.

"Wait–" Jimin puts up an index finger, swiping a tongue over his bottom lip – which honestly is where Yoongi's every attention right now. He stands up, going to the plastic bag full of stuff from the convenience store.

"I'll put these in the fridge, go and sit on the couch," Jimin says, shooting Yoongi an anticipative grin as he goes into the kitchen.

Yoongi is left on the floor, the warmth of his lover now absent. He remembers what Jimin has planned and groans. This was going to be so embarrassing, he thinks. But he can't help but wonder how the others will react– he understand this is Jimin's creative idea to tell the others, so he doesn't want to refuse.

Lethargically getting up, Yoongi drags his feet, going around the armrest and dropping himself on the couch in a somewhat sitting position. He just finished working on a song that morning, so he felt a physically tired, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

When Jimin emerges back into the living room, the boy is holding a small cylinder in his hands– which Yoongi assumes is the lipstick.

Jimin props himself right on top of Yoongi's thighs, crossing his legs. Holding up the small lipstick, Jimin has a wide toothy grin. "Put it on me:"

Yoongi is at a loss. Put it on? How was he supposed to do that when he's never even held a lipstick before?

"Even if you don't know how to," Jimin adds with pleading eyes. Like a law of nature, Yoongi can't refuse Jimin's pleads, so he tentatively gets a hold of the lipstick and takes the lid off, staring at the bright red color.

His eyes travel up to Jimin who was looking at him expectantly. Sighing, he mutters, "Don't complain when I get it all over your face."

Jimin pouts. "At least try! Just think of it as coloring."

Thinking it wasn't a bad idea, Yoongi holds Jimin's face with his left hand, thumb over a cheekbone, he's staring intently at Jimin's thick lips, ready to apply the lipstick.

"Don't move..." he mumbles as he starts, really concentrated.

"Put a lot of layers, I want to kiss you all over," Jimin says in the middle making Yoongi give him a half-hearted glare.

"Stop moving your lips," he huffs, more than halfway done.

He hears Jimin breath out a laugh through his nose.

"Okay," this time, Yoongi gently pinches Jimin's cheek, telling him to shut up.

When he was finally done, he put the lid back on and handed it back to Jimin, staring at his work, eyes not tearing away from the lips.

"How's it look?" Jimin asks, and Yoongi's eyes linger on the heavily colored lips before he's looking up, locking their eyes.

Wetting his lips out of habit, Yoongi breathes out. "Hot."

Barking out laughter, Jimin scoots closer to Yoongi – so close to his groin. But, neither of them pay attention to it, hearing a few knocks at the door,

"It's unlocked," Jimin calls, making Yoongi give him a disapproving look.

"You left it unlocked?"

"Yeah, Namjoon hyung texted you ten minutes ago saying he'll be here by now," just as he's saying that, Namjoon is entering the apartment.

He pauses in his steps looking at the two's position, then shrugs before moving along and taking his shoes off after shutting the door.

"Hey, guys. Didn't take you two for the type to like exhibitionism."

"What's that?"
"What the fuck, hyung, no."

The different reactions from the couple makes Namjoon laugh.

Yoongi is looking at Jimin, now confused. "What is exhibitionism?"

Jimin's cheeks are now flushed red, almost matching the color of his lips. "... not something I would want to talk about with Namjoon hyung here."

The said man is chuckling as he disappears into the kitchen and exits after a few seconds with a glass of water.

He finally notices something he was supposed to a while ago.

"Is that lipstick?"

Jimin, now snapping out of his flustered state, grins. "Yes! It is! I'm going to kiss Yoongi hyung with it on," he says as if it's as casual as asking the weather.

Namjoon is half laughing and half flinching. "Right now?"

Nodding, Jimin cups Yoongi's face and lands a kiss right on his lips, a clear lip imprint on the other's lips.

He hears Namjoon coughing. "Why in front of me?"

Jimin just ignores him and presses a kiss on Yoongi's left cheekbone, leaving a lighter but still an evident lip print.

Nodding to himself in satisfaction, Jimin is already kissing Yoongi's right cheek.

Namjoon curiously has stepped behind Jimin, a few feet away, stifling his laughter at how Yoongi looks.

Flipping the tall man off, Yoongi scrunches his nose. "What're you laughing at?"

His attention on Namjoon is cut short when he feels his heart jump into his throat, heat rising under his skin as Jimin is pressing his lips strongly on Yoongi's neck. Taking a long breath in as Jimin lingers on his neck, he feels he's actually about to die, heart suddenly hammering.

"Why am I even watching this?" He faintly hears Namjoon say, attention almost fully on Jimin's lips right now. The boy pulls back, a grin on his face as he looks at Namjoon over his shoulder.

"Because you're a pervert, hyung."

Namjoon shoots Jimin a disapproving look, not actually denying it. But, he really can't watch his own friends just be so intimate– he feels like he's intruding their privacy.

"Call me over when you two are done, I'll be in the guest room, using the computer."

Jimin and Yoongi are left alone again, the former smirking at the other, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Yoongi is just watching Jimin, not really able to say a word; he's breathless.

Lipstick wearing off a little, Jimin still goes a little lower than his neck and strongly kisses on a collarbone and Yoongi can't resist but gasp at the sensation. Eyes a little wide, Jimin is looking up at him, bewilderment twinkling in his orbs.

Muttering a 'tch' to himself, Jimin surges up to press a kiss on Yoongi's forehead. Then he looks at Yoongi's face again, humming in thought.

"What?" Yoongi asks, voice a little weak.

"Nothing. You're really pretty, hyung," he says in a very casual way, then he grins. "I'll fill up the rest of the space, now."

And true to his words, Jimin is leaving soft kisses everywhere he hadn't kissed, forming a pool of warmth in Yoongi's heart.

When he's done, you can barely even notice Jimin was wearing lipstick, almost all gone now. He's grinning so wide, you'd think he just won the lottery. And, to Jimin, he truly felt like he had, seeing Yoongi in front of him at this state, as his boyfriend.

"You look so..." he starts, laughing.

"Ridiculous?" Yoongi completes, feeling like he did look ridiculous.

"No– well somewhat, but–" Jimin pauses, eyes disappearing as he smiles lovingly.

"It's feels good that all those imprints are my lips," and Yoongi wants to punch Jimin for having his heart in such a tight hold; the organ in his ribs was bleeding, crying– he doesn't know what– but it was all in love for the precious man in front of him.

There's a few moments of them sitting in silence, just looking at each other. Suddenly, Jimin's face lights up in remembering something. "Oh! How could I forget?"

He's leaning to the side, looking for the lipstick again.

"What?"

"Every artist needs to sign their artwork!" Jimin states as a matter of factly, holding up the lipstick tube.

"You are not writing on my face–" has protests go ignored when Jimin carefully signs his name on his neck, the red contrasting Yoongi's skin really well.

"Now the picture~" Jimin sings, fishing his pockets for his phone. When he doesn't find it there, he furrows his brows. "I think I forgot my phone at home... I hope either Tae or Kook bring it..."

"There's a camera in the guest room closet if you want to use that–" by the time Yoongi said the last word, Jimin was already off his lap, almost skipping to the guest room.

"Hey, Namjoon hyung," he greets, seeing the said man scrolling through a list of something on the computer. But, he doesn't pay that any kind and goes towards the closet, sliding the door open.

"You guys done with your romancing on the couch?" Namjoon asks, not even looking at Jimin.

"I'm looking for a camera to take a picture– as for the kisses, yes, I'm done. For now," scrunching up his nose at the last words, Namjoon shakes his head.

Namjoon shuts the computer just as Jimin finds the camera, the two exiting the room together.

"Let me have a look at the artwork," Namjoon says playfully, getting a look and trying not to actually burst out in laughter.

"It doesn't look that bad though. Good job, Jimin."

The younger gives him a thumbs up and a smile before he's ready to take a picture, camera close to his face.

"Just..." he starts. "Part your lips a little."

Doing as Jimin said, Yoongi can hear Jimin's breath hitch a little before the other whispers.

"Perfect." Click.

There's a pause, Jimin looking at the picture without any emotion. His face then lights up to the brightest grin anyone has ever seen.

"Holy shit, I'm making this my wallpaper for everything–"

Yoongi just watches, almost exasperated but not quite, he adored these cute antics of Jimin, but can't he just sit down for a second? He's getting tired just from looking at Jimin running around.

"I'll go and move this to my phone through the computer, stay like that!" He hears Jimin say making him sigh, slumping on the seat.

Namjoon snort. "You aren't cleaning up?"

Shaking his head, Yoongi explains, "This is how we're telling the other apparently. I don't even know what goes on in that cute mind of his."

There was a sound of understanding in Namjoon's voice. "That makes sense. Their reactions are going to be so funny, I can't wait."

Jimin's disappearance into the guest room leaves Yoongi with almost nothing to do, except start talking to Namjoon.

"So how's your song going?"

Hand over mouth, soft chuckles leaving him, Namjoon replies, sliding a little down in his seat. "I can't take you seriously with that–"

Sudden and quick knocks at the door interrupt the two, a voice on the other side saying, "Open up, open up, open up!!"

"The door's open," Yoongi says, almost rolling his eyes at Hoseok, who probably forgot to pee before he left, again.

It swung open for Hoseok to rush inside, completely ignoring everything else and dashing into the bathroom in the hallway.

Seokjin enters a second after, face looking so done. "He's been like this five minutes since we left."

Closing the door after them, Jin is taking his jacket off before putting it on the coat hanger.

He stops in his tracks seeing Yoongi, eyes widening a little. Then, he sighs, shaking his head a little before continuing until he's sitting beside the lip imprinted man.

He eyes Yoongi and purses his lips, eyes glinting a little amusement. "I heard from Tae and Kookie that Jimin has a girlfriend, did you get one, too?"

Namjoon is laughing before Yoongi scoffs. "No. I don't have a girlfriend."

"Then, what's this?"

A small smirk falls on his lips, "Something like a girlfriend. Not quite."

Not understanding what Yoongi's saying, Seokjin is about to ask what he means. But, the door is knocked on again, and this time Yoongi actually stands up to go and unlock it– Seokjin having locking it earlier.

When he greets the remaining two, they're staring at him in shock.

"Hyung..." Taehyung starts, and Yoongi is giving him a feigned innocent look.

"Hm?"

And before either of the two can ask, Hoseok is coming through the hallway, his loud sigh of relief sounding.

"That felt so good. My bladder is finally empty. Oh, Taehyung and Jungkook are here! Hel... lo– Yoongi hung?"

The ones who were facing Hoseok, now turn their attention to Yoongi again.

"H-hyung, how–? What–?" Hoseok is asking before Jimin breaks into the scene, coming up behind Hoseok.

"Taehyung!" Jumping at the sudden sound behind him, Hoseok leans against a wall, breathing slowly to calm himself down.

"What?"

"Give me my phone. You did bring it, right?"

"Yeah, here..." the exchange takes three seconds, Jimin putting grabbing his phone before he dashes back inside.

Then the attention falls onto Yoongi again.

"Why don't you all come inside first?" Yoongi offers, and they do as he says, now seated on the couch.

"So, did you get someone and didn't tell us?" Hoseok asks, mocking an upset tone.

Laughing, resisting the urge to run away, Yoongi shrugs. "If I told you, you'd flip out. In fact, you'll still flip out."

"So– It wasn't a prank?! You are actually in a relationship?!" Jungkook suddenly shrieks.

"I thought it was a prank, too. By the calm way Jimin and Namjoon were acting!" Hoseok says, eyes wide like Jungkook's.

Taehyung, however, has his eyes narrowed, speculating everything. "So, you mean to say–" he starts, catching everyone's attention. "That both you and Jimin scored someone and didn't tell us?"

Yoongi snorts. "Like I said. You all probably will be really shocked by this information."

"Why? We're all friends, why would we be–?" Jungkook is asking but it's drowned down by Seokjin.

"Wait, you mean your girlfriend came over, kissed you all over, and then left before we arrived?"

The loud laugh that leaves Namjoon surprised everyone. But, Yoongi's the one to reply,

"No. No one left. I don't have a girlfriend."

Just then, Hoseok snorts, blurting out a joke.  "What? You got a boyfriend?"

Yoongi is already grinning smugly, but Jimin enters, suddenly snapping everyone's eyes towards him.

"Hey, guys. I see everyone is here. Thanks, Taehyung for bringing my phone!" He says brightly, then his eyes land on Yoongi, a mischievous glint in his eyes now present.

"Oh, hyung! How could I forget?" He says, almost like he's rehearsed this. "I've got to clean up the mess I made~" and right after, he holds Yoongi's hands and pulls him up to a standing position. "Let's go~"

Everyone's (except Namjoon's) jaw drops when he pulls Yoongi along into the hallway – and to the bathroom – and they see the red signature on Yoongi's neck: Jimin. Also, they see a lipstick fall out of Jimin's pocket, rolling over a little bit to give them a better look; crimson red.

"Wait– what the fuck?" the two hear as they enter the restroom, face in massive grins.

Yoongi looks at himself in the mirror and gives an expression of being impressed. "Not a bad job."

Jimin rolls his eyes and gets a lot of toilet paper, wetting it from the faucet. "We're getting it off. It's going to get everywhere if we don't."

"Yeah," with that, Yoongi faces Jimin so the other can wipe it off. He grins at the boy. "I wasn't expecting you to make it happen like that. But, it was perfect timing, really. Hoseok had just said–" his words are cut short when Jimin puts his hand over his lips, a pout on his face.

"I finally understand why you didn't want me to talk earlier."

Scoffing, Yoongi replies. "Try putting lipstick on."

When Jimin is finally done, Yoongi wonders. "We just left like that. I wonder how they're taking it."

Shrugging, Jimin just puts his arms around Yoongi's waist, beaming. "Well, I don't hear any arguments, so we should be good."

A few seconds of a comfortable silence passes before Yoongi has Jimin against the wall softly, holding his face as they kiss deeply.

They both smile and emit small laughter when they hear the door creak open before it's shut again with footsteps dashing away.

—

"Wait– what the fuck?"

"Those two, they're–"

Jungkook and Hoseok having identical shocked reactions, while the rest three are calm.

"That makes so much sense– I'm a fucking idiot!" The two freaking out look over to Taehyung's outburst.

"What do you mean it makes sense? How does it make sense? How could they have been dating right under our noses?" Jungkook asks, not catching on.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "I mean, Jimin kept saying 'I don't have a girlfriend' yet he always seemed like he had someone to be lovey-dovey with– which means he has a boyfriend! How was I so stupid to not guess that? It totally makes sense with how Jimin's aura and psychology are too."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Jungkook asks, confused. "My childhood friend is gay? With my friend who I've always thought in respect with?"

"Being gay isn't a bad thing, though... if you think that, Jungkook, I don't think you'll have my respect."

Turning to Hoseok, Jungkook gives an apologetic smile, eyes warm.

"No, that's not what I mean. It's not that I don't support it. It's just..."

"It's strange because he's been your friend for so long?" Namjoon completes, speaking after a long time of silence.

"Yeah. But, not really. It makes sense, now that I think about it. Jimin hyung is really... he's really the type of a person who's accepting. And his thoughts are pretty deep. It makes sense that he could potentially fall for a man if the right one came by. It's strange because..."

"The right man is another friend of yours?" This time, it's Seokjin who completes it for him. "It's understandable that you aren't used to it. Don't feel bad about it. I'm not used to it either but... like you said. It all makes sense. They... fit each other, somehow. If you think about it," he says, leaving the others at an open thought.

Hoseok then sighs loudly. "What if this is all just a big prank?" It's apparent that he doesn't mean those words, complete mock in them. Then, he laughs. "I can't believe Yoongi hyung found someone before all of us."

Everyone else joins in. "Yeah! That's what I said after I found out!" Namjoon says, laughing along.

Then Hoseok's laughter dies. "You knew?! And, you didn't tell us? You fucker–"

"Well, I'm sure you didn't want to find out through someone other than them themselves either, hyung." Taehyung interrupts.

"Okay. That's true. How long have they even been together? I can't believe they hid it."

"I don't know. You should ask."

"Speaking of which, they're taking a really long time to clean up..."

"I'll go and get them," Jungkook volunteers, standing up to make his way to the bathroom, ears falling deaf to the now muffled sound of the other's warnings.

What he sees when he cracks open the door makes him shut it as quickly as he can and run away, almost scared (to taint his own innocence).

"They're snogging, oh my god."

There's a muffled laugh, voice recognizably Yoongi's, before the man shouts.

"That's what couples do!"