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Yoongi and Jimin were lying on a bed in one of Mingyu's guest rooms. The party was still alive, but everything sounded quieter and calmer inside the room. Yoongi seeing that Jimin's eyelids are starting to get droopy took him in his arms to the room he found empty. He locked the door and flick on the light on the bedside lamp. Jimin spread his limbs on the bed, like a cat, and Yoongi had to coax him to take his shoes off. The young man allows it with a lot of giggling.  

-'' I'm not sleepy Hyung...'' - Jimin said, yawning. Yoongi just chuckled and moved Jimin's legs a little aside to make some room, plopped himself on the bed and sighed loudly. Jimin shifted, raising Yoongi's arm slightly so he could scoot under it and place his head on Yoongi's shoulder. He wrapped one of his arms around Yoongi's chest and giggled again. Too fucking adorable. Yoongi thought.

-'' You are my favourite person in the whole world, Hyung!'' – Jimin said contently, Yoongi smiled, but keep quiet. Tipsy Jimin always loved to rumble about everything and nothing. It's mostly nonsense, but to Yoongi, it was all meaningful.

-'' I feel like something ffhhshhkhhhh... '' - He made cute steaming and gurgling sound trying to explain the feeling, pointing to his chest. - ''Here.''

Yoongi watched him in adoration, with a huge silly grin on his face.

-'' You know when you are on a roller coaster...'' - Jimin continued explaining. -'' You feel scared...but awesome at the same time....like... when you breathe in you feel like a toad...with the huge bubble under... like ribbit...''

Yoongi covered his eyes. His body shook from silent laughter.

Jimin raised slightly to look at Yoongi. -'' You know what I mean, Hyung? The toads...those fat frogs!''

Yoongi laughed louder and spoke.

-'' Yes, Jiminie, I know of the fat frogs.'' – He grinned widely, making Jimin smile as well.

-'' It's true Hyung! You make me feel like a frog sometimes...'' - Jimin sat up pouting and Yoongi's brows furrowed.

-'' How come, Jiminie?'' - He asked patiently.

-'' Well...'' - Jimin wetted his lips before explaining in an animated way. -'' We have fun all the time and I'm happy...''

-'' Is that a bad thing?''  –Yoongi asked and Jimin hurried to correct himself.

-'' I meant...that it makes me want to burst from that feeling...''

-'' Oh no...It's the feeling? And here I thought that you really swallowed a fat frog.'' - Yoongi teased. It was all nonsense really, but Jimin took that as an open challenge.

-'' Hyung!'' - Jimin exclaimed and attacked him with tickles. They ended up wrestling and laughing. Jimin was on top of Yoongi, straddling him. -'' Say it! Say it that I'm not a frog!'' - Jimin had both Yoongi's hands pinned with one of his own above Yoongi's head.

-'' I never said you are a frog!'' – Yoongi laughed.

-'' Say it! ''- Jimin tickled him on the sides making Yoongi's body lurch to get away from Jimin's small, but deadly ticklish fingers.

-'' I don't know what you talking about....''- He never managed to finish his sentence, because Jimin moved his fingers on Yoongi's armpits. Yoongi lost it, there were tears in his eyes and his stomach hurt from laughing too hard. Jimin was merciless.

-'' Alright... alright...you are not a frog! Stob...Stop it...''

Yoongi was breathless, but his admission seemed to satisfy Jimin who raised both of his hands in the air in silent celebration. He silently mouthed "Yeah!" pumping his fists in the air, quickly pouncing up and down, still on Yoongi's lap, making Yoongi nearly faint. Jimin sat on top of him, bouncing. He looked so beautiful and strong, that Yoongi's head started spinning.

He couldn't marvel at his perfection for long, because Jimin suddenly collapsed on top of Yoongi's chest, hugging him.

He moved a little, so his nose was now buried in the crook of Yoongi's neck. It wasn't the first time they were this close, but it was the first time Jimin straddled him so inappropriately close. Not that Yoongi minded, but he was so high on booze and moreover, drunk from Jimin's presence alone, that he suddenly froze. What Jimin said next, stopped his breath instantly.

-'' Oh, I love you, Hyung.'' - He murmured, nuzzling some more and Yoongi gulped, feeling his throat dry all of the sudden. His heart leapt at Jimin's words, but his mind, no matter how much dizzy from alcohol, was clear enough to slap him from making fantasies. Jimin never thought in that way, you fool. He meant as a friend! A Hyung! Stop dreaming and get your shit together! He thought.

He slowly let go of the breath he was holding, closing his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Jimin.

-'' I love you too, Jiminie.''  - He said quietly, meaning every single word and kissed Jimin's hair, feeling him smiling widely. Yoongi sighed contently, accepting his faith and set his mind on sleeping. Jimin was heavy, but he wanted him close...he needed him close.

Then Jimin did something that made his entire body stiff like a statue. He sniffed him, deeply.

-'' Mmmm, you smell so good Hyung...''- Jimin said breathily. -'' It's like...'' - He kept sniffing like a little dog and Yoongi would probably melt from adoration if there wasn't that strange feeling he suddenly had, a feeling of tension in the air. Yoongi didn't move a muscle. He didn't even blink, he barely breathe. Jimin moved slightly, gently brushing the tip of his nose across Yoongi's skin, inhaling deeply, and filling his lungs with Yoongi's scent.

-'' It's like...like cologne and...'' - His nose was right at Yoongi's artery. Yoongi could feel his heart rate increasing. He wondered if Jimin could feel it too. -''' But...there is also...'' - Jimin placed his hand on the other side of Yoongi's neck, to keep him grounded, taking in the smell carefully, slowly, like he is trying to pick up a new fragrance. - '' Your skin...Your sweat...you.''

Jimin's voice was low now and each word sent shivers to Yoongi's cock. He felt aroused and he panicked, afraid that Jimin will notice, but if he did, he didn't show it.

Jimin slide his hand up Yoongi's jaw, bringing his head closer to his face and breathe in again, chest heaving.

-'' So good Hyung...I love your smell...''

-'' Jiminie...'' - Yoongi tried to protest weakly, swallowing hard. He needed to put an end to this. He feared that his heart is going to burst. He should stop him, they are both drunk, they should get some sleep, Yoongi thought, but then he felt Jimin's soft lips on his neck and his heart skipped a beat.

Jimin trailed small featherlike kisses on his neck and Yoongi felt a tightening in his pants.

-'' Yah, Jiminie...'' - He tried to sound sterner this time, but he failed miserably, sounding almost pleadingly. He felt something poking his stomach and his brows furrowed. It can't be... Yoongi thought in shock and then a quiet moan came from Jimin, making Yoongi shudder. He instinctively slipped his hands on Jimin's waist as to hold onto him.

Jimin's entire body was tense like a string, muscles flexing and he started panting slightly. His tongue darted out to lick the line of Yoongi's neck.

-'' Ah, Jiminaaah...'' – Yoongi moaned and buckled his hips up colliding with Jimin's. Jimin growled and bite Yoongi's collarbone then slicked the bite with his tongue, while he pushed his hips down to meet Yoongi's thrusts. One of Yoongi's arms was on Jimin's back, pulling him closer, while the other tangled herself in copper locks. He lost himself, he was dreaming, it must be, Yoongi thought... but it felt so damn good. Abruptly, Jimin raised himself on his hands and knees, hovering above Yoongi.

-'' Hyung...'' - Jimin look straight into Yoongi's eyes and Yoongi saw in them the gleam of desire and fear. Yoongi gulped.

-'' Hyung...what are we...what are we doing?'' – Jimin asked breathlessly, his chest heaving from the adrenaline he felt. This feeling was new to him. He never felt like this before, it was scary. He observed Yoongi intently and Yoongi could see the fierce battle raging behind his eyes. Fear, lust and love...

Yoongi reached for Jimin's face, cradling it in his palms gently. I am going to Hell anyway. He thought.

-'' Jiminie...'' - He said lovingly, feeling all sorts of emotions. He raised his head towards Jimin and felt Jimin placing his palm against his chest, so as to keep him in place. Yoongi hesitated for a second, but then raised sufficiently enough to plant a small kiss on Jimin's soft lips. It was short but sensual. Yoongi pulled back to see Jimin's reaction, giving him the chance to choose for himself. He felt Jimin's palm curl into a fist around the fabric of his shirt.

-'' Hyung I...'' - Jimin began, but then stopped, not knowing what to say, so Yoongi said it instead of him.

-'' You can do whatever you want, Jiminie...''

Jimin's chest was heaving heavily. His gaze locked on Yoongi's eyes, searching to see if this is a joke or not. He was drunk, yes, but even so, Jimin understood the heaviness of this, the depth. His body ached for this, the tension was too big and Yoongi...Yoongi was too beautiful.

-'' We...'' - Yoongi began, afraid to finish the thought, but there was something in Jimin's gaze that gave him the courage to continue. -'' We can stop...or...'' - He stopped again, feeling hot under Jimin's intense gaze.

-'' Or?'' - Jimin asked, suddenly feeling like a predator in Yoongi's eyes. He looked so dangerous, so sexy. Yoongi was turned on completely.

-'' Or you can t-take me.'' - He breathed. -'' I'm...I'm yours.'''

Everything happened fast after that. Jimin attacked Yoongi's lips with such fervour that Yoongi was left breathless. He never expected such dominance from a young man. Jimin rise himself enough only to take off his shirt and hook Yoongi's legs around his hips, settling himself between them. He pressed their clothed members together, while Yoongi ran his fingers down Jimin's muscles back. 

Their hands were everywhere, exploring their bodies, discarding their clothes one by one not stopping the kiss. Their tongues swirled together in such a passion that made both of them moan and groan, wanting more...needing more. The music and the voices from the outside the door were loud enough to cover all the sounds that came from their lips that night...and for the first time, they were both truly happy and free.

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Yoongi lay on the bed, remembering the feeling of utmost happiness. He remembered Jimin's lips on his body, the taste of Jimin's skin, the feeling of fullness when Jimin fucked him. Yoongi never felt like that before. He never felt so much pleasure and love, as he did with Jimin, but the pain...the pain now...fuck...why won't it go away? Nothing makes sense anymore.

He knew Jin was worried about him, but somehow he didn't care much...darling Jin...so beautiful, so caring...Yoongi would feel warm affection if he hadn't felt cold nothingness in the place where his heart once was. Mingyu came as well and Hoseok, but they were not the ones he wanted to see.

-'' He...he is moving to Japan, Hyung.'' – Hobi said carefully. – '' He got a modelling job there and...and he is moving there for a while.''

Yoongi didn't react, he just stared pass Hoseok.

-'' Hyung? Did you hear what I said?'' – Hoseok asked again, feeling completely unease from Yoongi's lack of... well... everything really.

Yoongi just nodded, still not meeting his eyes. He croaked. -'' Yes Hobi... I heard you...I hope he will be happy.''

They left him alone soon after. He liked it that way. It was more peaceful and silent. He shut the windows so he could keep the street noise from coming in. His eyes fell on the lighter on one of the shelves. He could really use the cigarette now. He cursed himself for quitting smoking. He sat back on the bed playing with it. Lighting it and then closing the lid, lighting it up again, closing the lid... on and on...

His mind swirled from the thoughts and the darkness when his head fall on his piano on the corner. An idea came suddenly and he felt himself moving towards it. He opened the piano lid and brushed his fingertips on the keys, saying a silent hello to his old friend. He was always there...he always understood him, supported him, and comforted him. The sound itself sounded heavenly to Yoongi's ears and he started playing. He played slightly, flexing his fingers from staleness, connecting himself with the keys.

-'' Sing for me... '' - He croaked quietly and the piano obeyed. He filled the room with dark and sorrowful music that was reflecting his feelings exactly. He reached for a pen and a clean music sheet. He started playing, stopping only to write down the notes. He played the piano, pouring everything into it, all of his pain, his tears, all of his love, all of his darkness, everything...

It was almost morning when he finished it. He set up his recording equipment and started recording the melody. After it was done, he burned the song on the disk. He named it "The Tale of the Butterfly" and started writing a long letter for Jimin. He said that he is sorry, that he never meant to hurt him, to confuse him, that he misses him and that he loves him. He didn't have an envelope, so he made one out of newspaper, and put the letter and CD in.

When Jin came later that day to make him eat something, he was surprised of seeing Yoongi freshly showered, alert and seemingly fine.

-'' Hyung.'' – Yoongi said, raising his head to greet Jin.

Jin observed him carefully. -'' Yoongichi, how are you feeling today? 

-'' Like a shit.'' – Yoongi answered honestly and Jin allowed himself to smile. This sounded like Yoongi alright.

-'' I know the feeling, Yoongi.''

They stared at each other for a while, when Yoongi removed his gaze and cleared his throat.

-'' Hyung, I need you to do something for me.''

Jin blinked but carefully asked. -'' Like what?''

Yoongi chuckled darkly. -'' Don't worry Hyung, nothing bad. I just...I need you to...'' - He started, but was unable to speak, so he just turned and went to the coffee table in the living room and returned with the small envelope. -'' Will you give this to Jimin, please? Ask him...ask him to listen to it...please.''

Jin shifted his eyes from Yoongi's face to the parcel in Yoongi's hand. He reached to take it, relieved, saying. -'' Of course, I will.''

-'' Thank you Hyung.'' – Yoongi smiled for the first time in weeks and Jin's heart melt at the sight. He felt so bad for Yoongi. He wished he could help him somehow. Yoongi deserves all the love and respect and Jimin...Jimin...even though he understood Jimin in the way, he didn't approve of his behaviour towards his once best friend. He reminded Jin of Namjoon, who was so embarrassed and hugely in denial, that it was blood boiling. And if he's honest, Jimin reminded him a bit of himself as well. Jin wondered if he would ever admit to his parents that he loved men as well as girls if his father didn't discover them that day. Would he marry, like Hwan did and stared a family, cheating his wife with men on his business trips? Jin didn't have an answer for that, not now, but he felt Yoongi's pain. He felt the rejection, the same thing Namjoon did to him. It was painful and humiliating and he never wanted to feel that feeling ever again.

He didn't know what he would do if there wasn't for Joy and Jisung. His eyes searched for Yoongi's.

-'' Yoongi...whatever you need...'' - He says honestly, placing a hand over his heart. -'' If it is in my power to help you...anything...just let me know, okay?''

Yoongi skipped a few steps towards Jin and wrapped his arms around Jin's waist. Yoongi looked so small against Jin's towering presence. Jin hugged him back tightly, trying to send all of the support and love and respect he felt for him. He wanted Yoongi to know how important he is to him.

-'' Thank you, Hyung.'' - Yoongi whispers, his voice emotional. -'' Thank you for everything.''

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I felt the need to write the Yoonmin part from the party. It seemed unfair to leave it out, so here it is. I hope you will like it. 💕