"I feel like I'm back in college." Jimin said, looking at the paper Yoongi had been writing on. It felt like a small piece of his soul was dying, looking down at the paper covered in bleak black pen instead of colorful, sparkly ones. On it was written a list of foods that he could buy in bulk for cheap, and he had a list much like it back in his freshman year, when he lived in his mother's home but was forced to live like a college kid. He would eat cold ramen in front of his mother and sneak iced animal crackers late into the night while she was asleep.

"It's just a precaution, Jiminie. You don't have to live a strict ramen-only life, but you'll have to try and manage money until you can get a job." Yoongi said, eyes trained on the computer in front of him. He was looking up every store on their street, looking for job openings or somewhere that looked shoddy enough to hire him without a proper résumé.

"What about that cafe? Down the street? It's just cliché enough to work. Maybe on the side you could paint on the beach and meet the love of your life as he explodes out of the sea in a flurry of oranges and deep purples as the sun sets behind his godlike body." Yoongi mumbled distractedly. Jimin snorted and shoved his shoulder.

"You read too much romance, hyung. And besides, I don't want a multicolored sea-god. I have you." Jimin said, resting his temple on Yoongi's shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the older's neck. Yoongi laughed and patted Jimin's knee, murmuring something about and I need to stop reading romance novels. Sure. "I don't know if I'd be good in a cafe... what if I drop the drinks?"

"Then they'll put you behind the counter." Yoongi answered, fingers filling in the online résumé for him. Jimin sighed and snuggled into Yoongi's side. He knew he had to get a job, he just really didn't want one. "Think about it this way; at least you won't be alone at home all day."

"But I still won't be with you," Jimin pouted, words garbled as he pressed his mouth against Yoongi's bicep. "At least here I can lay in your bed and pretend like you're with me."

"You're so cute," Yoongi said. He ruffled Jimin's hair and kissed his forehead before turning back to the computer. Jimin sighed again and went back to zoning out, only coming back to reality when Yoongi's nose pressed against his temple and his bangs tickled the side of Jimin's head. "Want to take a break? We can find more jobs in a little bit."

Jimin nodded and pushed the laptop out of Yoongi's lap before plopping down in it's place. Yoongi grinned at him before pulling him down by his neck, just close enough that their lips were sweeping barely past each other, but not enough to be anything other than annoying. Jimin pouted, bottom lip poking into Yoongi's. Yoongi smiled at him and pressed his mouth up, the kiss becoming more and more awkward as they both smiled into it. It was mostly just their teeth clanking together loudly, lips pulled back into two stupid grins.

"You're going to knock my teeth out," Yoongi said, but he didn't make any attempt to move or pull back, so Jimin just pressed into him, teeth and all.

"Looks like you'll just have to get dentures then, grandpa." Jimin teased, and Yoongi laughed before pulling him down, less teeth and more lips this time around. Then it was more spit and louder smacking noises, and if had been coming from anyone other than them it would have been gross. Then it was less noise and more stinted silence, a noise here and there as Jimin's tongue slipped into Yoongi's mouth and Yoongi's hands slipped under Jimin's hoodie.

Jimin's hands hooked onto Yoongi's collar, pulling him forward then pushing him down until Yoongi was laying flat against the couch, Jimin sitting on his hips. Yoongi remembered the first time he and Jimin kissed. It was right before Yoongi left for college, when Jimin was blathering on about how Yoongi would probably find better friends at college, that it was okay to forget him because he wasn't anything important. That he was nowhere as cool as Yoongi was, that he'd make cooler friends after he left. Yoongi had grabbed him and kissed him, and even though it wasn't as perfect as the movies, it was still a kiss, and it was still theirs. Jimin's first, if Yoongi remembered correctly.

"What are you thinking about?" Jimin asked, kissing Yoongi's nose and cheekbones and chin. Yoongi tapped his hands on Jimin's thighs, sitting on either side of his waist.

"You." Yoongi said, and Jimin flushed. He never was one for sappy, at least not when he wasn't in little space. Yoongi wrapped his arms loosely around the younger's waist, dragging him closer and drawing him in. Jimin felt like he was drowning, drowning in a sea full of Yoongi, but it was nice that he let the current pull him under and hold him there. "Remember when I left for college and you thought that you weren't cool enough to be my friend anymore?"

"Yeah," Jimin answered. He was laying on Yoongi's chest now, head on his shoulder and breath on Yoongi's neck. "You always talked about wanting to get out. I thought I'd never see you again."

"I could never leave you." Yoongi said. He meant it for the past, he meant it for the future, he meant it for right now. There wouldn't ever be a time that he didn't mean it. Jimin kissed his neck and Yoongi shifted to look down at him, probably rocking a double chin but not really caring. Jimin was looking up at him through his eyelashes, and Yoongi squeezed him a little tighter.

"I know," Jimin replied, voice quiet like they were sharing a secret. Their lips met again, this time slow and sleepy and not at all like before, but neither one minded too much. Neither one minded at all, really. Jimin's hands escaped beneath Yoongi's shirt, running over his smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingers.

"Let's not do this here." Yoongi muttered, pushing Jimin off of him. Jimin stood up and held out his hand for Yoongi, which the elder gladly took as Jimin led them to his room. "This room?"

"Our room has a bunch of stuffed animals in it." Jimin said – our room, not Yoongi's room. Our room.

Yoongi nodded and pushed Jimin back onto the bed, yanking his tank top up over his head before connecting their mouths again. Jimin wound his arms around Yoongi's neck, pulling their chests together. Yoongi's shirt rubbed oddly against his stomach, and after a while Jimin pulled at it stubbornly until Yoongi leant up and pulled it over his head. Nearly every time they'd done something intimate it had been to the benefit of Jimin, leaving the older fully clothed while Jimin was left out in the open, body Yoongi's for the taking. This was the first time he'd seen Yoongi – aside from that one time in the bathtub – and Jimin wanted to pause time and just stare at him forever.

Instead, he reached up and latched his mouth back onto Yoongi's, kissing him so hard his teeth start to hurt. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could suck out some of Yoongi's soul and acquire a little bit of his Normal.

"Do you–" Yoongi stopped to catch his breath as Jimin kissed his neck. "Do you want to do this, Jimin? Like, actually do ... this?"

"More than anything," Jimin replied, and Yoongi started working on his pants. Jimin lifted his hips so Yoongi could pull his jeans down his legs. Yoongi's soon followed, falling into a heap on the floor while Yoongi and Jimin intwined themselves on the bed. Two different dances. Those of the ones forgotten and that of two people just getting to know each other.

Jimin rolled them over and situated himself on Yoongi's hips, clothed erections rubbing together pleasingly but not satisfyingly. Yoongi sighed and pulled Jimin down, kissing his slowly as Jimin ground their hips together. Yoongi's hand traveled down the expanse of Jimin's back, into the back of his underwear before finally taking purchase on his ass, muscle gripped firmly in his hand as he kneaded it back and forth.

"Yoongi hyung," Jimin whispered, lips ghosting over Yoongi's. Yoongi looked up at him, hand stilling on Jimin's ass. "I just– I just wanted to let you know that... that I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know that." Yoongi said, flipping them back over. He opened the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube he knew Jimin had stashed away inside. "I love you too, you know that?"

"I know that." Jimin sighed. Yoongi pulled off his underwear and covered Jimin's body with his own, and even though he was only a centimeter shorter, Jimin felt small and protected with Yoongi hovering over him. Jimin's hands clenched tight on Yoongi's shoulders when he pushed in the first finger. Yoongi kissed him through it, masking the pain with carefully placed pecks to the mouth and cheek and nose.

Jimin sighed when Yoongi pushed in the second finger and started to scissor him open, the pain subsiding into a pleasure that had his fingers shaking as they took purchase on Yoongi's back. The third finger came and went and before Jimin knew it, Yoongi was leaning over him for a condom and pulling off his underwear and sliding home.

Jimin didn't last as long as he would have liked to. It was almost embarrassing, how he was unwinding a measly ten thrusts in – ten! – like some kind of prepubescent boy getting it on for the first time. Yoongi laughed and kissed him silly, coming into the condom a while later as Jimin scratched number and shapes into his back.

After they were cleaned up and tangled together under the sheets, bare skin pressed against bare skin, both of them felt a little bit different. Jimin felt like a sunflower had bloomed in his chest. Yoongi felt like his eyes were going to burn to crisps from staring at Jimin for too long; his own little personal sun.

"I love you, you know that?" Translation: we'll be okay. Don't worry too much. I'll always be here for you.

"I know that." Translation: I know that. I love you too.

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