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"Taehyung, I need to ask you a favour. I fucked up..." Jimin spoke, bumping his head repeatedly against the steering wheel of his car.
It was a hot summer day, and the 6 hour drive back from Busan to Seoul had been long, sweaty and somewhat unpleasant. It was bearable up until he hit the 3 hour mark, t-shirt damp along his back and bandana wrapped around his forehead to absorb any moisture threatening to drip into his eyes. When the air-freshener hung from his mirror began to be overpowered by the stench of his uncomfortable heat, he knew he had to pull over and make a pit stop.
He had just got through Daegu, and it was only 10 minutes before he made a turn off-route and into a fairly busy town road. He spotted a garage-turned-cafe advertising 'the most refreshing slushy in Korea' and his thirst instantly sold him to it, parking up his car and heading inside. He was drawn immediately to the freezers displaying row after row of cold liquids, and relished in the coolness as he opened the glass door and grabbed one of the bottles. He hastily threw some coins on the till and slumped into one of the chairs, letting out a long sigh as he finally gulped down the drink.
"You look like you've been in need of that for a while." A voice said from the chair behind him, a voice which Jimin instantly knew, would recognise in a heartbeat. He turned around to face the man in the chair behind him.
"Yoongi-hyung..." Jimin breathed in surprise. His ex-boyfriend looked different than when he last saw him; his face was softer yet more mature, and now framed with unique silver hair. Jimin had to admit, he looked as beautiful as he remembered, if not more.
"Long time no see." Yoongi chuckled, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with the younger. And with every reason, too.
They had been together for three whole years; Yoongi would consistently put his attention elsewhere, three years of Jimin feeling less loved by the day. Their relationship relied heavily on sex, and although they explored each other in a safe, consensual way, it was inevitable that the traits and nicknames saved for the bedroom escaped into their everyday lives. To put it simply, despite having feelings strong enough to last them a lifetime, their honeymoon phase was short-lived, and barely survived the first real obstacle in their relationship. They said it was for the best, to move on from that stage in their lives, but fast-forwarding a year and they had both remained single and furtively heartbroken - who would have thought the denial phase would last so long?
So when Yoongi asked the simple question of 'how are you', he had attempted to answer with what he believed to be the truth (some spiel about being a new person). Unfortunately, the second he opened his mouth to converse, he instantly regretted the day he was born. Lie after lie poured from his lips, the conversation speeding past his brain in a blur. Before he knew it he was back into his car, a napkin in his hand with familiar scrawly handwriting detailing a time and a place. For their double date.
He could hear Taehyung's goofy laugh through the phone and mentally cursed him.
"Tae this isn't funny!"
"Okay, sorry, Chim. Just lemme get this straight: you're asking me to be your fake boyfriend so you can go on a double date with your exboyfriend and his partner?"
Jimin gritted his teeth in frustration at how he had no reason to be angry with his best friend, because he was right - it was Jimin that had screwed up. Despite this, Taehyung was ever the supportive best friend, even holding Jimin's hand as they entered the restaurant where Yoongi and mystery-new-boyfriend were waiting for them.
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"So how long have you two been together? You seem pretty, um, comfortable with each other." Jimin asked, noticing the way Hoseok's hand had been creeping up Yoongi's thigh almost the entire night so far. Not that he was jealous, of course not; he had been the one to end their relationship. But for no other reason than that he must win the break up.
"Almost seven months, isn't that about right boo?" Hoseok cooed at Yoongi, who bared his teeth in a fake smile and nodded his head in agreement.
"Me and Tae have been together for eight." Jimin said smugly, looping his arm around Taehyung's waist. He smiled brightly at Taehyung, happily satisfied with his one-upping of the couple opposite him. As much had Tae had repeatedly insisted that this wasn't a competition, something inside Jimin stirred every time Hoseok touched Yoongi, made a flirty comment, or even so much as looked at him.
But it wasn't jealousy.
"Cute. How did you meet?" Hoseok asked.
"At the bowling alley. He got a strike and ran over to my lane to rub it in everyone's faces." Taehyung said, which, in all fairness was true. They just didn't hook up after it.
Yoongi put his drink down and nodded his head thoughtfully at the response. "That's funny, Jimin told me you met online?" He said, trying to conceal the accusatory tone in his voice. Jimin stuttered.
"I-I- uh - we then um, connected on social media and that's how we got together." He said, hurriedly trying not to blow his cover. Unfortunately for him, Taehyung was slow to catch on.
"That's not true." He said, scrunching his face up in confusion. "Why are you lying, I didn't add you on facebook until at least 3 months-" He stopped suddenly with a yelp as Jimin kicked his shin under the table and began to stand up, pulling him with him. Jimin made some excuse to Yoongi and Hoseok before dragging him to the bathroom.
"What the fuck, Tae? Why are you blowing our cover?!" He spat in a stage-whisper, hitting his best friend on the arm.
"What cover?" Taehyung said, before realisation dawned on him. "Oh FUCK that's right!! We're fake-dating! Sorry bro..." He said, embarrassedly looking down at his feet.
"How can you forget when I was acting all lovey-dovey with you?" Jimin asked incredulously.
"Well, I was kinda distracted... Yoongi's boyfriend is sort of..really hot." This earned him another hard whack on the head before Jimin rolled his eyes, and warned him sternly not to mess it up again before returning to their table.
"Me and Hoseok were just talking, why don't me and Taehyung switch places? Just so that we're opposite our dates, you know, like real dates go." Yoongi suggested, already beginning to move and slide into the seat next to Jimin. Leaving a bewildered Taehyung no choice but to sit next to Hoseok. But as conversation continued smoothly, it came to Jimin's attention that Yoongi may have an ulterior motive for his seat-swapping suggestion.
It had started subtly, the gentle brushing of elbows past each other, the press on knees under the table, Yoongi's arm rested over Jimin's chair casually. But Jimin knew it wasn't so innocent, when Yoongi's fingertips purposely began to graze shapes along the nape of his neck, out of sight from the two men opposite them.
The two men who were more than wrapped up in their own conversation together, excitedly rambling in each other's faces about the next Marvel movie, and most importantly, giving Yoongi a chance to lean his lips towards Jimin's ear and whisper to him.
"Well they're getting along like a house on fire."
Jimin gulped, and attempted to maintain steady conversation without facing the elder. "Yeah, they are. Isn't it great that our boyfriends are getting along."
Yoongi chuckled against his neck and Jimin's whole body lit up with goosebumps, memories of that same hot breath whispering sinful things flooding his brain. "You know, Jimin, we were together for three years."
"Yes, I am perfectly aware of that." Jimin choked out, scared as to where Yoongi was taking this.
"And quite frankly," He began trailing his fingers up Jimin's thigh lightly, "I'm hurt that you think I've forgotten everything about you."
Jimin's brain willed for him to push Yoongi's hand away, for Hoseok's sake if not his sanity, but his body remained still, waiting.
"Like how bad of a liar you are."
All feelings of tension and anticipation were instantly replaced with a nauseating feeling of embarrassment, cringing to his core at the fact that his ex-boyfriend knew he had brought a fake date.
"I can explain, honestly-"
"Don't bother, sunshine. Just know that it hurt my feelings, exactly like you knew it would."
Oh. Yoongi thought Jimin planned this whole ordeal, had brought Taehyung along to purposely make Yoongi jealous. Which he did, but not with the intent of getting him back or with any sexual connotation. But reviewing the situation, Jimin decided that he very much didn't mind the sexual tension he had unknowingly provoked.
So when five minutes later he found himself being pushed up against a toilet cubicle wall, a hot tongue trailing down his neck, he thanked all Gods that Yoongi had misread.
"You belong to me." Yoongi all but growled, teeth nipping at Jimin's collarbone as Jimin moaned in a high pitch. Yoongi brought his face up to Jimin's, "You always have." He whispered, before pressing his lips to Jimin's, the younger kissing back hungrily.
Jimin's hands threaded through Yoongi's hair, jolting his head to the side for deeper access to his mouth. Yoongi tasted how he always had; strong and somehow dark and just Yoongi. God he missed this. Spurred by this, his hands moved lower onto Yoongi's back, holding him into position as he bucked his hips up against his. As the fabric of their jeans pressed together Yoongi moaned deeply, the sound sending chills down Jimin's spine.
"You belong to me." Yoongi repeated, meeting Jimin's erratic hips. "No one gets to touch you except m-me." He breathed sternly, kissing down Jimin's neck and gripping Jimin's wrists. He pulled Jimin's arms up above his head, pinning them both down against the cubicle wall with one hand. The other cupped Jimin's face, thumb trailing over Jimin's reddening lower lip. "Tell me, Jimin, has anyone touched you as well as I have? Does anyone know your body like I do?"
Jimin closed his eyes and let Yoongi's warm breath fan over his lips, before rasping out. "N-no one has touched me at all, hyung... No one would ever make me feel as good as you do." He confessed, heading lulling to the side as Yoongi sucked kisses under his ear, marking his jaw.
"Good. Keep your hands there." He said, before releasing Jimin's hands and suddenly dropping to his knees in front of him, hands trailing up and down Jimin's thighs as he pressed soft kisses to the thin strip of skin that peeked out above the waistband of his boxers.
"H-hyung. Touch me. The way only you can." Jimin pleaded, knowing Yoongi couldn't resist an offer as satisfying.
"Jiminie." Yoongi breathed, before hesitating. "Baby." He corrected, and the familiar nickname ignited every cell in Jimin's body, skin burning and insides fizzing wildly with adrenaline.
"Yes yes yes yes!" JImin gushed, desperately.
"Baby..." Yoongi said, slowly undoing his jeans' zip, "If no one's touched you in a year..." He continued, sliding the jeans down so they collected at Jimin's knees. He mouthed delicately over the straining bulge in Jimin's underwear, the younger's thighs jolting at the first point of contact. As he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he finished his sentence, "Then your cock, fuck, your beautiful, beautiful cock..Must be aching to be touched." He said, sliding the boxers down and watching in awe as Jimin's erection curved up, free of its painful restraints.
He forgot how gorgeous Jimin's dick was, how mouth-watering the scent of him was. And when it all suddenly hit him in an overwhelming wave, his teasing facade was diminished entirely, leaning forward to hungrily lick a thick and wet stripe up Jimin's dick.
"Fuck, Yoongi-hyung..." Jimin whimpered, edging his hips closer to Yoongi's face. "Daddy." He whispered meekly, knowing it would drive the elder crazy.
Yoongi looked up at Jimin with dark, hooded eyes, spurred to growl one last "Mine" before fully engulfing Jimin's dick in his mouth. He sunk his head down fervently, until his nose grazed coarse hairs. He then breathed out deeply from his nose, before pulling back up to swirl his tongue around the head, flicking against the sensitive skin on the underside.
He pushed his head back down to the base again, relishing in the feeling of Jimin's tip hitting the back of his throat. He groped Jimin's ass in his hands, kneading his cheeks as he pressed him impossibly deeper into his mouth. As he did so, Jimin let out a long and loud whine, seeming to have forgotten they were still in the restaurant's bathroom. Yoongi regained composure, releasing Jimin's dick and standing up again. He stared intensely into Jimin's wide, anticipating eyes, holding the contact as he undid his belt.
"You know what happens to boys who can't behave..." He said, taking Jimin's lip between his teeth and tugging at it as he dangled the cold leather belt against Jimin's cock. Jimin jumped at the feeling of it, shivering intensely as he let Yoongi bring it up to his face.
This was what Jimin missed most, this game they played, the way they knew each other's moves, anticipated every action. Yoongi held both ends of the belt and pulled them tight so it was stretched in front of Jimin's face. "Open wide, Baby." Yoongi whispered deeply, and Jimin looked up at him with innocent puppy-dog eyes as he obediently opened his mouth and bit down on the belt, Yoongi smirking in satisfaction as he tied it up behind his head.
"Now, you be a good boy and let Daddy finish what he started." The nickname had Jimin keening again, and almost came right there and then, but Yoongi's tight grip on the base of his cock prevented him from doing so.
Yoongi kept eye-contact with the younger as he took the head of his dick back into his mouth sucking harshly. He bobbed his head up and down again, before Jimin was mumbling around the belt.
"What's that, Baby? You want to come?" Yoongi asked, pumping Jimin's cock with his hands, lips still kissing at the tip. "Let Daddy taste you." He said, and with one last flick of his wrist Jimin was coming, white liquid pulsing onto Yoongi's lips and dripping onto his tongue. He gave Jimin a moment for his thighs to stop shaking and his breathing to calm down before pulling his boxers and jeans up in one movement, zipping them up as he stood to face the younger. As soon as he untied the belt, it fell to the floor and Jimin leaned forward to kiss him hard, tongue dancing over his lips to lap up any last drops of cum.
"Now I've had a taste of what's mine, why don't I treat you to a taste of what's yours?" Yoongi said, placing Jimin's hand over his neglected bulge.
As Jimin kissed Yoongi one more time before dropping to his knees, he realised that no matter how long they're apart or the difficulties they face, Daddy and Baby always come back to each other without the slightest impact (and maybe it doesn't matter as much if Yoongi and Jimin can't quite keep up with them).