Yoongi doesn't understand what is he doing here.

This place seems altered from the reality, everything is shiny, holographic mirror surrounding the walls and wide, real mirror placed in front of the dancers who's counting their routine. He's sitting awkwardly on the soft, red bouncy single couch.

It's Hoseok's fault. Really.

Everyone sitting right across of him are the popular jocks he's heard stories and rumors about.

He doesn't remember Hoseok being popular like them to have a very, apparently, strong relationship with these people.

"You should relax a bit, Yoongi right? Or Yoongi hyung?" a dimpled man asked him, his purple side parted hair looks magnificent under the glittery light. Yoongi think it wasn't fair that he's the only average looking guy here. With that thought in him, Yoongi hugs his arm. Awkward.

"I am uh, senior," Yoongi said almost inaudible for the other to hear. He glanced to the three dancing guys below where four of them are sitting.

One guy caught his attention. He look away almost too obvious to his own liking.

"I heard they signed up for college's competition," a guy with the sharp eyebrows said. Yoongi thinks again, these guy aren't real. Must be artificial intelligence.

"That doesn't explain why they chose to dance to 'Love is a bitch', and let Jungkook grind the fucking chair," the guy's voice is so deep, mocking.

Oh, oh. Yoongi feels his cheeks hot, because just five minutes ago he was asking himself what was the chair doing in the middle of their dance.

"Jungkook has to grind, Jimin has to hump a fucking pole and Hoseok strip his top at the end. Taehyung, they took the go crazy go stupid too literally."

Min Yoongi blushes again because once the beat drop, the three dancers start doing what the sharp eyebrows guy just said. Yoongi want to go crazy too.

The guy that had caught his attention before; Jimin, he isn't stupid enough to not remember the name, is rocking his hips, his pace following the sensual beat. Yoongi wants to tears off his hair.

Instead focusing toward that Jimin guy, he looks into the man's reflection in the mirror. Yoongi hides his face with his phone when he saw how sexy the expression was.

Eyes closed, lips slightly opened as if he's groaning, maybe imagining things, Yoongi wants to know that. Yoongi's gaze trails to where Jimin's hands are, gripping hard the pole as he fuck slowly into Yoongi-

Yoongi let out a choked cough, gaining attention from the three artificial intelligence who's quick to respond with "Hey are you okay?" "Bro you good?" "Eh your face red man."

Yoongi dismissed them as he take the water bottle on the table, gulping down fast the liquid. He shouldn't do that. He means, imagining getting fucked by a complete stranger he have never talk to.

Wait wait, he's a fucking virgin why would he have this kind of obscenities in him. He curses softly.

"Oh look, can we all agree that we are gay for Hoseok's body?" the fierce brows guy said and Yoongi's eyes go wide at the statement.

"Seokjin hyung, we are gay." Yoongi lift his brow, a confused smiles on his face. The dimpled guys must have seen the way his face twitch so he ask,

"Are you perhaps, uncomfortable with us? Hyung?"

Yoongi glances under him, the three dancers no longer there. Oh fuck.

"N-no, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm in fact is really gay too- I-" Yoongi slammed his face into his palms when the three men started laughing. Softly whining to himself. Idiot. Dumb bitch. Outed yourself at the wrong time once again.

"Thought so," the dimpled guy said after he finished laughing. The word unfinished and Yoongi is left suspicious.
"Hobi hyung wouldn't bring straight fucker to hang out with our gang." other guy continued what the dimpled guy implying about, smiling in boxy kind.

Yoongi bit his inner cheek at the statement, a realization hits him. Everyone here are gay. That's mean Jimin too. On God, why does his mind keep saying the name. This isn't very healthy of him.

"So how was it?" A soft, high pitched voice said. Yoongi turn his head so fast, the voice is inviting, he thought.

"How was a what?" Seokjin asked mockingly when the three dancers appears from the entrace door to this loft.

"Me fucking a pole, of course."

Yoongi never want a dick more than how he's feeling right now.

Since when did he wanted to be a bottom that desperate? Maybe because he saw the Guy™ sit on the floor next to his couch all sweaty with his loose black shirt exposing a little of the shoulder. Ah the room suddenly is trippy in Yoongi's eyes.

His dirty, not clear mind is cut off when Hoseok hoped next to him, squeezing both of them on the same single couch. Yoongi hissed.

"Have you guys break the ice already?" Hoseok beamed, looking alternately between Yoongi and his other friends. Yoongi is shaking his head in the same time the three guys across of him said 'yes'.

Hoseok's eyes narrowed to Yoongi. "Come on hyung, say hi. Like this: hi~"

"Shut the fuck up."

"I like his attitude," the guy with slightly curly black hair said. He's sitting, well, on the boxy-smile guy, Taehyung, he remember. Yoongi understand why he was so pissy about Jungkook grinding the chair.

"Oh right, I like his hands." Jimin grinned as he points to Yoongi's hand that's holding the phone.

The rest of them start complaining at Jimin's remark while Yoongi wants to throw himself from this loft.

"Namjoon hyung, thanks for the song recommendation. It fits our theme better than what we had imagine," Jimin said, ignoring the snarky comments from Taehyung about his weird hands fetish.

Yoongi liked that. He loves hands too. But no, he isn't going to be bold about it. Unless he looks as hot as that Jimin guy™, maybe he would have a little courage about it too.

"So the real culprit was you hyung?!" Taehyung half yelled, his eyes widen in shock. Namjoon shrugs his shoulders, throwing a peace sign.

All of them fall into comfortable silence as they mind their own business on their phone. But Yoongi is still worrying his lips, Jimin is resting his head on Yoongi's knees.

Oh no what would Yoongi do if Jimin wants to fuck. He doesn't have any experience. He never touch another man's dick.

Oh no why would he think about it in the first place.

wHY woULd JImIn waNT To FUck They JUsT mET

"So what do you think?"

Yoongi snapped out of his misery, staring confusely toward Hoseok who's giving a suggestive brows wriggles.

"My friends, especially the one sitting on the floor."

Yoongi worry his bottom lips, nodding when he knows his answer. Hoseok is watching him, eyes narrowed.

"They are good. Friendly. If they want me to hang out with them again, I probably gonna accept it," Yoongi said. Truthfully.

"Someone's single in our gang," Hoseok drawls. Yoongi raised a brow at that and Hoseok gesture his eyes toward the person who's now, pressing his side on Yoongi's leg.

"He may look soft and shit, but he got attached fast. I know he's a kind person, we've been roommate for years. I brought you here for a reason."

It's Yoongi now who's narrowing his eyes. "Hobi you little shit- have you seen my face?" Yoongi wants to yell. The younger shook his head innocently, mischievous toward Yoongi's question.

"He's so fucking hot Hobi. The very moment I lay my eyes on him I already want him to rearrange my gut. I'm no match with him!"

"He likes softie like you!" Now they're rustling on the single couch, pointing toward each other noses.

"Well yes so what if I'm a bottom you little shit?! I'm a fucking virgin I don't know how to suck a dick!"

Oh. That's not what Hoseok been implying toward him.

Yoongi wants to throw himself again. He want nothing but to die.

Everyone is now looking at Yoongi, their stare are piercing. Yoongi hides himself on Hoseok's arms.

He shouldn't have said anything, this is all Hoseok's fault, he said it so loud and clear. He's gonna die. Everyone here are campus's jocks. He's gonna die. Whole town will know this-

"Aw that's so cute?" Seokjin said, covering his mouth from letting out a little giggles. Yoongi heard another voices, whispering to each other. And then giggles.

A soft hand on his hair.

"That's nothing to be shy about. You're cute, you should be in our gang. Hoseok, he's cute where have you been hiding him from us?" it's Jimin's voice. Jimin is stroking his head.

Yoongi once again, although this time not the explicit one, want Jimin to do that on his hair often.

+ + +

Yoongi has been spending his two weeks, almost everyday with his new friends. They always tease him for being the innocent one in the group. Saying how he easily flustered at such random words. How his cheeks are always red and he has such a cute whiny sounds. Yoongi didn't complain because Jimin seems to like taking interest in that kind of things about him.

Today meeting spot is at the personal dance studio that Namjoon owned, the one with holographic walls and classy loft. Rich privilege, Yoongi thought.

Yoongi is surprised that he came pretty much earlier than anyone else. Nobody is here yet and he can only spot one man sitting on the single couch.

He started blushing and fumbling on his way to the sitting place. Jimin's attention now is on him, eyes studying every inch of Yoongi's. That's what Yoongi asked God before he enter this place before.

"You always look like, um, more awkward around me. Am I bothering you, hyung?"

No, he is not. Yoongi wanted to say that out loud but he's after all, is just a whiny mess so he ended up letting out a soft groan, shaking his head while he's at it. He saw the little smile on Jimin's lips.

Oh my God, Yoongi really wants that lips all over him. He can almost feel what's it like to have that lips touch the soft skin on his neck. Wet and warm, and skilled.

"Come on, stop doing that."

Yoongi's goes wide eyes at the comment, tilting his head when Jimin rubs his own temple.

"Those pouty lips. Stop it."

Oh.

Yoongi now sits across of Jimin, right in front of the younger. Knees pressed together as he pretends like the words didn't do anything to his little heart.

"Yoongi."

Yoongi look at Jimin through his lashes.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

This guy doesn't beat around the bush. He's so focused on Yoongi, an eyebrow raised as he wait for Yoongi to actually says something.

Yoongi let out a loudest whine ever, covering his face with his hands while he mumbles to himself. He heard footsteps, he feels hand on the side of his face. He doesn't want to look up.

"Hobi hyung told me about you long before you hang out with us. It just, I don't know, I keep seeing you around the college but it's so hard because you don't know me. You are so cute -ah this is weird- I like you, okay?" Jimin explains, it's so gentle. Warm, Yoongi feels something inside him. He love warm.

"I- I'm virgin...?" Yoongi doesn't understand why did he asked that cringey question. He heard chuckles, he decides to look up, at the younger's pretty face.

Yoongi doesn't realize that they are so close, he can see all the imperfections that Jimin doesn't have.

Is this hot guy just confessed to me? What do I do?

"I don't care, I can fix that later. For now I want you. Only you."

Yoongi wants to scream when the door flew open and all of their friends barge in.

"Tell me your answer later Yoongi. I can wait."

The rest of the time everyone gather around together to spend time, Jimin keep throwing Yoongi the Look™ and Yoongi isn't used with such attention.

By the end of the day, Namjoon whispered to him that Jimin has been eating him with his eyes and Yoongi become the first one to go out from that place.

+ + +

Yoongi texted Jimin his answer.

Their first date went nice and chaotic in the same time. Yoongi spills his drink, Jimin tripped on his way to pay the bill, Yoongi tries not to be awkward. He's not used with dating, he doesn't know how to.

They're waiting for the cab when Jimin hugs him. Warmth. Yoongi bask in the moment as he let himself engulfed in the public, hands tugging on Jimin's jacket. He feels small. But he feel loved.

Oh.

He is stepping into the cab when Jimin pulls him closer and their lips touched.

"Uh, I don't- I don't know-" another kiss. Plain, simple lips touching each other. Yoongi melted because Jimin is holding him so tightly. He feels so wanted and needed. He love this.

"I'm gonna teach you that soon, babe."

It's midnight, and Yoongi is touching himself because of Jimin's words.

+ + +

Yoongi is nervous. Jimin is coming over to him, said he's gonna teach him anything Yoongi wants.

It's hard because Yoongi wants to learn everything. A-Z. He doesn't know where to start. Maybe straight to the mainstream? Maybe he will like it vanilla? Yoongi doesn't know, it's hard.

Yoongi already showered twice within two hours period. Jimin gonna be here at eight pm, that's mean thirty minutes more.

Yoongi shaved himself. He read it online, to be prepared of everything.

He clean, it feel weird and funny but he cleaned himself. Lewd thought came into his mind but he decide to ignore it and continue cleaning himself.

Yoongi hopes Jimin didn't get turn off because he's nothing but an inexperienced guy.

"Fuck." Yoongi said when he heard the knocks on his door. He wipes his sweaty hands and checked on his outfit again.

Nothing extraordinary, he's just wearing his green oversized turtleneck with black jean. He hopes Jimin still finds him handsome or at least decent.

"Yoongi, you smells so sweet," Jimin praised as soon as he step in Yoongi's apartment. Yoongi loves compliment.
"T-thank you." Yoongi blushes at the hand that's wrapped around his waist. Once again he feels small.

"Your place is nice," Jimin said, looking around and spotting any details that's set on the walls. Abstract painting and picture of himself.

Jimin decided he has fallen in love again.

"So, uh, what are we gonna do?"

Jimin let out a chuckles when Yoongi asked that, his thumb tracing on the older's soft honey skin.

"I bought us a box of churros, do you want to eat this first?"

Yoongi doesn't answer him, gaze flickered to a door not far from the living room.

"Do you want to eat this in your room?" Jimin asked, his voice is so gentle Yoongi wonder is that how Jimin is on the bed.

"Yeah. We can eat in my room."

No he doesn't want to eat in his room.

So he stopped Jimin right in front of his room, hands tugging on Jimin's shirt.

Yoongi gulped down his nervous. "Uh, I've been thinking if-" Jimin's shushed him.

"Sure we can eat this later."

Yoongi gasp softly when Jimin pulls his waist, rough, while he open the door. Yoongi rolls his eyes back because as soon as they're inside his room, the plump lips is touching his neck. Jimin placed his bag and the flowery box on the floor. Yoongi heard the sound when Jimin kissed his neck.

Its soft, its warm, its wet. Yoongi heart jumped when Jimin licked on his skin.

"Mhmm, p-please.." Yoongi mewls, tugging hard onto Jimin's shirt.
"Please what, Yoongi?"
"M-more," Yoongi whines, lolling his head back when Jimin's teeth grazing his skin and his lower stomach twisted.

"Touch me more, Jimin..."

Jimin did so, he's so mindful on where he's touching. Grabbing with his fingers dug deep into Yoongi's waist. Jimin savors Yoongi's mouth, whispering little guide for Yoongi to learn what to do.

Yoongi can't feel himself, his whole body feel like it's spinning when Jimin sucking his tongue. Eliciting more moans. He's focused on their kissing when his back reached the soft material of his bed. Their lips parted.

"I'm gonna be gentle with you Yoongi, it's your first time. A little pain, yes but if you don't want to continue you can say so." Jimin left Yoongi on the bed to take his bag. Searching for something inside of it before pulling out a small bottle and a square packet.

Yoongi blushes because he knows what is that.

"But before that," Jimin paused, his hands playing with his hem, "We gotta play some more, baby."

Yoongi whimper at the nickname and covers himself when Jimin take off his top. Yoongi is shy to look at first but when Jimin climb back on the bed, Yoongi's eyes fixated to the line just above Jimin's pant. A peak of his CK brief and Yoongi wants to touch it.

Jimin reached for the older, hand behind Yoongi's neck and their lips pressed together. Yoongi sighs as soon as Jimin bite his bottom lips. A hand playing right on his zipper before making an experimental touch into his shirt. Yoongi moans, giving permission.

"Can I keep my shirt on me?" Yoongi pouted, Jimin just groans as he nods. Surging forward and their kiss are now desperate, breathy pants escaped their mouths as Jimin close their space. Yoongi threw his head back when Jimin's bulge pressed against his.

"M-more." he let out a choked moan, grabbing tight onto Jimin's arm as the younger rolls his hip again.
"A-ah.." Yoongi mewls again, squirming when Jimin's fingers fondling on his sensitive nipples underneath his shirt.

"I want to fuck you so many times. Everytime you look at me," Jimin presses hard, "I want to see you beg me those eyes." Jimin's voice shaky.

"Tell me I'm not the only one Yoongi," Jimin whispered, his tongue flicking on Yoongi's earlobe.

"I- ah- want you- to fuck me in front of the mirror- mhmm- in the dance studio."

Yoongi shut his eyes tight when Jimin's hand now on his clothed dick, palming gently with their kiss turns sloppy.

"Hmm more?"

"Yes."

"Beg for it, Yoongi."

Yoongi whines is now high, wriggling his hips when Jimin's does circles with his fingers.

"Jimin, touch me. Touch here, more." Yoongi grabbed both of Jimin's hands and guided them to his hard bulge. Writhing in mess when the wet lips sucking hard his collarbone and he heard his zipper.

He sees white as the cold air hit his hard cock and Jimin's thumb pressing the slit, bucking his hips front seeking for more friction with Jimin's hand.

"You- Yoongi you're so fucking pretty," Jimin whispered, kissing the side of Yoongi's jawline as he works his hand around Yoongi's dick that's already leaking with lot of precum.

"I'm gonna prepare you now," Jimin whispered. Pulling away completely Yoongi's pant and brief, throwing it off the bed as his other hand still wrapped and sloppy around Yoongi's.

"Yes.. Yes. Please," Yoongi moaned, he can't feel Jimin's around him anymore and Jimin scooted lowered, between his legs.

Yoongi looks down toward the younger and Jimin smirked before licking on Yoongi's inner thigh.

Yoongi freeze at the new contact, his back arching when Jimin licks more, his toes curling when Jimin graze his teeth, pulling slightly on Yoongi's skin before giving it a wet suck around it. Yoongi tilted his head to the side, huffing and whining.

"Jimin- mmh Jimin it's so good. Hah fuck..."

Yoongi's is too gone to notice Jimin pouring a good amount of lube on his fingers, before encircling Yoongi's hole slowly and Yoongi opened his eyes, hands tugging onto his sheets.

"J-Jimin please, now," he cries.

Jimin slowly entering one digit inside, watching for Yoongi's expression and when the older nodded, he wriggles his finger.

"F-fuck-" Yoongi choked, one leg up as Jimin pushes further and fast.

"Another one?" Jimin asked and Yoongi is fast to nod. He feels the second fingers, sting more than the first one but once Jimin slowly brushes his fingers, in and out slowly, Yoogi become greedy.

He feels hot, his face red and messy from his spits as he buck his hips, wanting for more.

"Third fingers baby, and then you're ready," Jimin said, gentle voice as he pulls his two fingers out before pushing in three. Yoongi moaned higher.

"I-it's so good, fuck, it's good." Yoongi's words are now slurred when Jimin added speed into his calm pace. Jimin does that while licking onto Yoongi's pale, glass skin. Loving how it's pretty, unblemished, soft even.

His tongue alternate between flicking and licking long from underside of Yoongi's thigh up to Yoongi's knees.

"Ji-Jimin-" Yoongi choked into his own moans before he continues, "Want you in me.. Wanna come..."

Jimin pulls his fingers out, rustling on his own belt before taking his pant off.

"I'm going to fuck you baby, your first time is going to be so good," Jimin whispers while he climb on top of Yoongi and his hands reaching for the lube bottle. Yoongi watch with his mouth open, Jimin's cock is pretty. His red tip and its veiny shaft reaching the lower belly, Yoongi is going to be insane. He bit his lips at the way Jimin put on the condom. Seductive.

"But the next time I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you with your ass up in the air, I'm gonna let you see your own face in the mirror. No condom."

Yoongi gasp at the rough grip on his waist, Jimin is pulling his hip up and align himself on the entrance of Yoongi's hole. Teasing, and brushing his tip as Yoongi scratch the surface next to him. Moans, whines, tears of desperation on his eyes when Jimin slowly thrust in him. It's overwhelming, Yoongi's voice cracked as he shout for Jimin's name.

Jimin is now balls deep in Yoongi, he leans down and rewards Yoongi with kisses on his cheeks, taking whole of Yoongi's soft bottom lips as Yoongi nods for him to move. He pulls slowly, Yoongi's fingers dug deep on his shoulder.

"Min Yoongi, you feels amazing."

Yoongi's body was thrown to the front as Jimin thrust hard and deep. Yoongi couldn't hear himself, eyes flutter open at the foreign feeling of having something brushing inside him. It feels so good his voice is now high pitched.

Jimin keep doing the rough thrust and Yoongi's legs shaking with his hips bucking up and his cock brushes with Jimin's stomach. He tries to looks down and saw how his wet tip brushing with the line of Jimin's six packs.

"Jimin 's good... F-fuck!" Yoongi hides his face on Jimin's neck, his moans muffling on the younger's skin when Jimin lean down, fucking him hard and quick and he found it.

Yoongi scream into his neck as a shock electric-like runs down his spine and Jimin does it again, hitting his prostate again and Yoongi cries for more. Begging.

"So good-hah fuck, doing so good for me. Yoongi, you're so fucking tight."

"C-coming.. I'm so close-" Yoongi rolls his eyes back when his orgasm is close, the lower pit of his stomach twirling hard and his toes curls hard as he comes hard and loaded, his cum spilling on his shirt and a little on Jimin's stomach.

Yoongi is crying softly Jimin's name as the younger fucks him hard, searching for his own orgasm. Yoongi's shaky hands grabbed on Jimin's face and pull the younger closer, their lips crashed together. Their kiss sloppy, taking anything closer in their mouth as their body shakes together and Jimin thrust hard.

Jimin's froze as he leans down and moans into Yoongi's mouth.

"So fucking good for your first time, baby you're so good. That was amazing."

Yoongi drowns by the words, a low whining as Jimin slowly pulls out. Yoongi doesn't know what to do, his body is still quavering and his eyelids are heavy.

Sex is tiring, he thought. So he close his eyes, waiting until Jimin come to him and pulls him up.

"No, we need to get ourselves clean nkw because I'm hungry and the churros is still there untouched."

Yoongi laughed on Jimin's neck as the younger lift him to the toilet with his guidance.

Yoongi is no longer a virgin. His first time is with his own crush and Yoongi wants to scream because sex is amazing and tiring. Jimin smacked his face with the churros when he did screamed.

+ + +

"I knew it," Hoseok said, suspiciously watching as Yoongi and Jimin sat together on the single couch. The rest of their friends is looking at them, casual as always.

"Oh my god, Jimin fucked a senior?" Taehyung must have understood it now only. Hoseok screams.

"Don't make it sound like a bad thing!" Hoseok yelled and smacked Taehyung with his headband.

"It's not?" Jungkook added. A smack on a nose.

"So you guys are dating?" Seokjin asked, ignoring Hoseok who's still freaking out.

"Yeah indeed we are," Jimin replied fast. Yoongi hides himself with his hands.

"Nice, good dynamics." Namjoon pulls his thumbs up, nodding.

"So we casually ignore the fact Jimin fucked a senior?" Taehyung back at it again and Hoseok screams.

"Might fuck him again later, maybe here or in front of the mirror. I'm quite a horny bastard and he's needy too so..."

Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook screams altogether.

• The End •

So the mirror sex was a scam.

P/S: just because I don't like bottom!yoongi doesn't mean I can't write them ;)

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By the way, do you like this kind of oneshot?