Yoongi opened his eyes when he felt the sun on his eyes. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. He saw Jimin lying next to him fondly asleep.

His mouth was slightly parted as soft breaths escaped his pink plumped lips. Yoongi smiled from ear to ear as he slowly reached over to caress his cheek.

His hand was shaking, afraid he would wake him up. As soon as his fingers touched his cheek his heart warmed up.

What he would do to wake up next to this boy for the rest of his life.

Jimin was perfect.

Literally perfect.

And Yoongi was so in love with him. To the point where he couldn't contain it any longer. Jimin pouted as he moved around the mattress.

Yoongi immediately moved back to his spot afraid he would find it weird that he was so close.

But, Jimin didn't wake up. Instead, he moved to a different position with his hands above his head and one leg out of the blanket.

The movement caused his oversized shirt to rise exposing his abdomen. Yoongi couldn't help to look.

His pajama bottoms were also loosely tight around his waist. Yoongi could get a clear look of his boxers.

He gulped feeling the sweat form on his forehead and the blood rushing all over to his body.

Mostly, to his pants. He felt a hot flush fall over him and quickly got out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom closing the door behind, but not locking it.

He looked at himself in the mirror as he wiped the sweat. Snap out of it. He told himself, but the image of Jimin was sinfully painted in mind.

He closed his eyes feeling all flustered. Once, he reopened his eyes he looked down at the bulge in his pants.

Fuck, Jimin.

He groaned annoyed as he tried to walk it off. Except, the thoughts were only evolving to dirtier images. Making it extremely hard for his situation right now.

Not to mention, he needed to pee. And that was nearly impossible with a boner. He pulled his pants down as he tried to aim at the toilet.

Soon enough, he gave up. He looked at the closed door and then down at his problem. He shook his head trying to not think of the idea that had popped in his mind.

Plus, where would he even...? He suddenly saw that he was wearing socks and then shrugged. It was like the universe wanted him to do it. Jimin was asleep, he wouldn't hear now would he?

Meanwhile, Jimin was moving around the bed. He turned to the right and when his arm brushed across the cold mattress he opened his eyes.

Where was Yoongi?

He blinked several times as he stretched his body and wiggled his toes. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly sat up.

He panicked a little thinking that maybe Yoongi had left him. Then he tranquilized himself because Yoongi wouldn't do that.

The clock read 11 a.m. They were supposed to leave at 12:00. Had he really slept that long? Maybe Yoongi had gone downstairs to get breakfast.

He moved the blanket off him and stepped on the cool carpet. After a few seconds, he yawned again making his way to the bathroom.

Once he reached the doorknob he froze. His eyes widen when he heard soft moans. He remained still until he heard a groan.

It was Yoongi!

His eyes widen and he felt himself get suddenly... angry? Was he with someone else? Of course, he was the popular football player. He wouldn't like a shy odd boy like himself.

Jimin quickly opened the door to catch him in the act. He gasped covering his eyes and turning around when he found Yoongi touching himself.

"Fuck," Yoongi cursed turning away.

Jimin ran out shutting the door behind. He immediately sat on the bed with a bright red face.

He felt wrong for thinking Yoongi was with someone else. And he couldn't help to feel relieved he was by himself.

Then, it clicked. He saw Yoongi's dick. He saw a dick in real life. It was right there in front of his eyes and only a few feet away.

He covered his face only to feel the warmness on his cheeks. Minutes later, he heard the door open and Yoongi slowly sat next to him.

Yoongi was embarrassed himself. Had he been too loud and woke him? Was his dick big enough? Because now, Jimin had seen it and his opinion mattered a lot.

"Well, you helped me cum." Yoongi said trying to break the silence.

Jimin sighed with his face reddening again.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He apologized as he touched his shoulder.

"I washed my hands I promise!"

"I'm sorry for walking in abruptly." Jimin said quietly. He had been avoiding eye contact with him otherwise he wouldn't be able to control his blushing and his nerves.

"So, uh, what did you think?"

"What?" Jimin whispered.

"You know, about my dick?"

"Oh, uh, umm," he cleared his throat. "Well, it was different."

"Different? Oh fuck, are you saying my dick is deformed?"

"No, it's just different. I've never seen one besides mine and—"

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm the first dick you see? Oh shit! I better set the bar high then."

"Can you stop saying that word?" Jimin shrieked.

"What word? Dick?"

He nodded and Yoongi grabbed his face making them face each other. "Okay. I'll stop saying that word. I hope this doesn't make things weird for us. I'm sorry you saw me doing that. I understand it's weird now. So, let's not talk about it. That way you would feel weird, okay?"

Jimin nodded as Yoongi let go of his face. He had really been doing that a lot lately. "Okay, one last question."

"What is it?" He wondered.

"It was big, wasn't it?" He cockily asked as he titled his head.

Jimin gulped as he looked around the room. "It's just us two. No cameras, no microphones, you can be honest." He smirked.

"Okay, it was, but we don't talk about it no more!" He said getting up from the bed and running to the bathroom.

Yoongi smiled satisfied. "Okay! I cleaned my mess don't worry."

•••

"What did you think of the museum?" Jimin asked excitedly. His phone was filled with hundreds of pictures from the art they saw.

He was happy the museum allowed them to take pictures. "It was actually amazing. The art spoke to me. It's beautiful to see the different ways people can express themselves."

"It really is. What was your favorite art piece?"

Yoongi hummed as they took a seat on a bench. They were waiting for the rest of the classmates to get out of the museum.

"I like the one of that woman sitting down pushing Cupid off her. It's pretty evident she was trying to avoid getting struck by his arrow."

"Oh, yes. I remember that one. Why is it your favorite?"

"I don't know. I guess it speaks to me."

"Are you afraid of love?" Jimin wondered.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"Why? Love is so wonderful. Without it we wouldn't have anything to look forward to."

"Yeah, it's just the thought of putting yourself out there and not being loved back petrifies me. It's happened before, and I think it's happening now." He quietly said as he looked into his eyes.

Jimin gulped feeling his chest flutter. "Can I ask you true and false questions?"

Yoongi laughed, "Okay? That was random as fuck."

"In football, a touchdown is with six points, true or false?"

"True."

"There's usually offense and defense."

"True."

"The quarterback is usually consider the leader of the offense team and is often responsible for calling the play in huddle."

"True."

Jimin sighed as he got the courage to ask the following question that had been lingering in his mind.

"You like me. True or false?"

"True."