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      Published: 2018-01-06 Words: 9263
****** Nice Guys Finish First ******
by DragonKisses, yoonminaufest
Summary
     Yoongi has always admired Jimin from afar. He knows that as the
     resident bad boy, golden boy Jimin could never feel the same way. But
     somehow his two idiotic friends, along with the pressure of impending
     graduation, convince him to give it a shot and ask Jimin to prom.
     Yoongi is prepared for rejection, he has been ever since he fell for
     Jimin, but what will he do when his promposal doesn't go as planned?
Notes
     Here's my first submission for a fic fest! that's exciting! also my
     first smut so... also exciting. I hope whomever wrote the prompt
     enjoys what I did with it and everyone else just general enjoys it!
     Shout out to my beta Bushbush, always there for me in times of read.
     (that was a play off need, I'm sorry I'll go).
     This was the OG prompt if you were wondering:
     Jimin is the school Golden boy, sweet and timid. Yoongi is the
     resident bad boy, always chilling and smirking. Never actually being
     bad, but people will talk. Situation, Yoongi likes Jimin though no
     one really knows, especially Jimin. Prom is around the corner, and
     Yoongi wants to ask Jimin to be his prom date before possibly going
     separate way for college.
See the end of the work for more notes
Yoongi let out another long-suffering sigh, the third of this lunch, which was
extra even for him. Hoseok nudged him roughly with his shoulder and Namjoon
rolled his eyes. They were both sick of being a part of the after-effects of
Yoongi’s pining. But Yoongi didn’t care too much because today Jimin was
wearing a too big sweater, which gave him sweater paws, and had a cold so he
kept sneezing, which truly wasn’t fair because every time Jimin sneezed he
shook his head in such a cute way, Yoongi was reminded of a kitten.
“You could literally just go talk to him. Hell, offer him a tissue, anything!”
Namjoon complained, “you’re not even strangers, it wouldn’t be that weird.”
Sure, they weren’t strangers, Hoseok having made friends with him and their
dongsaeng, Jungkook, in dance class, meaning they had hung out before. But
going up to Jimin at school always felt off limits, he didn’t want to ruin
Jimin’s reputation.
Jimin was the school golden boy, he was outgoing and friendly with everyone,
practically everyone in the school had at least one conversation with him. He
was charming and sweet, and it didn’t help that he looked like a sex god when
he danced. Yoongi on the other hand had gotten the reputation for school bad
boy.
Now Yoongi hadn’t done a single bad thing in his entire life, except for The
Incident which somehow labeled him as the bad boy, but as soon as you have a
label in high school it’s yours for life. Or at least until college. It didn’t
help that he wore his leather jacket practically every day. Yoongi couldn’t
care less about the fact that people thought he was a ‘bad boy,’ but he did
care about Jimin and he wasn’t about to bring the boy down if he could help it.
“Come on Namjoon you know exactly what he’s going to say; ‘I couldn’t go up to
him are you crazy? We’re in public!’” Hoseok screeched then proceeded to cover
his chest as though he were a lady exposing herself.
Yoongi swatted at him, unamused, but before he could retaliate a soft voice
spoke up from above them, “Um, excuse me, hyung?”
Yoongi recognized that voice and sat up straight so fast he almost fell out of
his seat.
Namjoon cackled at his reaction, but Hoseok seemed un-phased as he answered
Jimin, “What’s up Jimin?”
“Well I wanted to talk to you about,” Jimin started, but was interrupted by his
own sneeze, Yoongi had to cover his mouth so that he wouldn’t coo. “About dance
practice,” Jimin said once he had recovered and had shaken his blond hair from
his face.
“Sure, anytime. What’s up Jimin?”
“I’m not feeling so well today so my mom said I shouldn’t go to practice,”
Jimin answered looking forlorn.
Of course it was his mom who told him that, the boy wouldn’t take off from
dance practice unless he was being forced. Jimin was an incredibly hard worker,
often staying later than most of the other dancers, it had always been
something that Yoongi had admired in him.
“No problem Jimin-ah, I’d never make you stay for practice if you weren’t
feeling up to it,” Hoseok reassured.
“Thanks, Hyung!” Jimin said with a blinding smile, but then he grumbled out,
“Not that I wouldn’t go if it weren’t for my mom.”
Hoseok laughed and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. Jimin really was too hard
working, he needed to take care of himself more.
“Anyway! See you later hyungs!”
And with that Park Jimin made his way back to his table with another adorable
sneeze to boot.
“Jesus, Hoseok, you’re so lucky,” Yoongi said as he laid his head down on his
arms watching Jimin walk away.
“Why?” Hoseok asked in confusion.
“Because you get to see Jimin almost every day at practice,” Namjoon answered
helpfully, smiling mockingly at Yoongi.
Hoseok laughed, “Well, Yoongi-hyung you’re always invited to practice you
know.”
Yoongi swatted at Hoseok at that, “Yeah right! And embarrass myself in front of
Jimin? Yeah I’m sure that will help.”
Namjoon laughed and Hoseok rolled his eyes, but they all knew he wasn’t exactly
Lee Taemin when it came to dancing, so they didn’t press.
“But!” Hoseok started and Yoongi thought he was actually not about to drop it,
“You do want to impress Jimin! So why not do something to your strengths?”
“What rap at him?” Yoongi asked with a tilt of his head.
“Well, not exactly, but maybe something with music, you know?”
Yoongi did know. In fact, he had been thinking about doing something like that
for Jimin for a while. Yoongi would love to make a song for Jimin to dance to.
“I mean I guess,” Yoongi answered half-heartedly, “I don’t want to be too
forward or anything.”
Now Namjoon and Hoseok both roll their eyes.
“He’d love to get music from you hyung,” Namjoon said.
“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed, “even if you’re just rapping at him.”
Yoongi huffed a laugh, but didn’t pursue the topic. He figured if he was going
to make a song for Jimin he’d keep it to himself, at least for a little bit.
***
Later, when Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi were making their way to class, Hoseok
got distracted by something hanging in the hallway.
“Guys!”
“What?” Namjoon asked turning at Hoseok’s outburst. Yoongi paused, but didn’t
turn.
“Prom!” He continued pointing at the wall at that Yoongi had to turn.
“Yeah Hobi,” Namjoon replied slowly as though he were trying to explain English
to them, “prom is in two weeks. What about it?”
Hoseok huffed frustrated, “Don’t you understand? It’s the perfect time for
Yoongi to ask Jimin out!”
At his words Namjoon’s eyes lit up as well and he turned to Yoongi, “You’re
right Hoseokie that would be so romantic. Jimin would love it!”
“You guys have both gone mad! How is prom perfect? And Jimin would not love it!
He wouldn’t even go with someone like me, you’ve both got kimchi in your ears.”
“That’s not a saying hyung,” Namjoon tried to correct, but was interrupted by
Hoseok.
“How is it not perfect hyung? It’s the last event of the school year. Not only
would no one care about reputations you’re going of to college next year so now
is the perfect time to tell Jimin how you feel before it’s too late.”
Yoongi huffed, “Hoseok, people always care about reputation and you know it’s
not mine I’m worried about.”
“But hyung,” Namjoon wheedled, “Think about the fact that this may be one of
the last times you’ll get to see Jimin. Don’t you want to tell him how you
feel?”
“And face rejection so bad that I would need to curl into a ball in a ditch? No
thanks,” Yoongi replied, turning and walking away.
Both the other boys easily caught up to him and to Yoongi’s dismay didn’t let
the topic drop so easily.
“Think about it Yoongi! It’s like every high schooler’s dream to go to prom
with their crush. And I know he would say yes to you,” Hoseok tried to
convince.
“You don’t know that. And it’s not the dream of every introvert who goes to
High School I can promise you that,” Yoongi said, though he was mostly lying
because he couldn’t think of anything much better than going with Jimin to
prom.
Namjoon and Hoseok shared a look behind Yoongi’s back, neither of them
believing Yoongi’s bullshit.
“I know he would say yes to you because if you asked him with enough of a
heartfelt invitation then he would absolutely say yes. Not to mention he’s
always talking about you hyung,” Hoseok tried to convince.
It was Yoongi’s turn to give Hoseok a look, “just because you keep saying that
doesn’t mean I believe you.”
Hoseok gave a frustrated sigh, “Yoongi listen, just go for it. It’ll be a last
hurray before you leave the school with the guy you’ve been pining over for two
years. You can do it publicly or privately, either way he’ll say yes, I know
it. Just imagine how great going to the prom with Jimin would be. I really want
you to take this chance.”
“I know it feels like you’ve got a lot to lose,” Namjoon chimed in, “I felt the
exact same way when I was going to ask out Jin-hyung, but it all worked out.
Better than I ever hoped. I really think you can do this.”
Yoongi snorted, “this coming from the man who didn’t actually ask out Jin-
hyung, but was asked out by him.”
“Exactly! It all went better than expected! You don’t know what’s gonna happen
if you ask Jimin out, but you definitely know what is going to happen if you
don’t.”
Yoongi groaned because of course Namjoon was going to get all philosophical on
him, but he really had a point. You 100% of the shots you don’t take. And the
idea of going to prom with Jimin was so fantastic that that alone could
probably convince him of a lot.
“Fine,” Yoongi said, and both their faces lit up, “But you’re both helping me
plan it.”
They both nodded enthusiastically and threw their arms over his shoulders,
reassuring him that they would come up with the most romantic promposal.
***
“So what are you gonna do?” Hoseok asked. It was after school and they were all
lying on Yoongi’s floor and he was just waiting for someone to bring it up.
“I don’t know, do you think I can’t just ask him?” Yoongi asked not looking at
either of them because he knew Hoseok was probably rolling his eyes.
“No you fool,” Hoseok said, mostly playfully, “It’s gotta big and over the top.
Something that will make him say yes to you over all his other suitors.”
“Other suitors? Hoseok you told me he’d say yes to me.”
“And he will but it would help if yours was sooner and bigger than any of the
other propositions he’s almost definitely getting.”
Yoongi didn’t like the sound of that, he really hadn’t considered the fact that
he’d be competing for Jimin’s yes, he thought the biggest obstacle would be the
fact that Jimin wouldn’t want to go with him. Now he has to compete with other
people that Jimin probably knows and likes way more? Yoongi’s chances did not
look good.
“If he’s almost definitely getting other propositions then why am I trying?”
Yoongi asked put out.
“Hyung,” Namjoon said sounding exasperated, which rude, “You are trying because
you want this and Jimin likes you he will say yes.”
“You don’t know that Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi said sitting up and beginning to feel
fed-up, “Jimin is literally the cutest kid in the school, everyone likes him.
He has a million reasons to say yes to everybody else but me.”
Hoseok sat up to and hit him on the back of the head, the disrespect, “I
already told you Yoongi-hyung, he likes you. So, if you would just trust me
that would be great. Now all we should be focusing on is how you are going to
create the most romantic promposal ever.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, but decided to let it go for now, focusing on one thing
at a time seemed best and he had already decided he was going to ask Jimin.
“Fine, what do you suggest?”
“Something you’re good at,” Namjoon said, “Like we talked about earlier. You
should make your promposal into a song.”
“That’s incredibly cheesy, next!” Yoongi decided.
“No, it’s romantic!” Hoseok defended, “Something homemade from the heart like
that? He’d love it! Though maybe you just make him a song, you know? Instead of
making the proposal the song. And then ask him after you show him.”
Namjoon nodded, “Yeah I suppose that’s less cheesy.”
Yoongi spluttered, “and have him listen to my song with me there in the room?
Having to see his every reaction and the slow realization that he hates me and
never wanted to hear the song in the first place.”
“Oh my god hyung! That’s not what’s going to happen. I’ve already told you a
million times, he likes you, you do something that sweet and he’ll have to say
yes.”
“Fine, I’ll write him a fucking song,” Yoongi complied, “but it could take a
while and we don’t have forever.”
“We’ll help hyung, we can talk about lyrics and such together. We can even help
you give it to him!” Namjoon said getting into it.
“Yes!” Hoseok exclaimed! “You should bring flowers! And chocolate! It’ll be the
most romantic thing.”
“Okay first of all, you’re not going to promposal Jimin with me. Second flowers
and chocolates are incredibly cheesy so don’t even try that.”
***
It was a week and a half later and there were only four more days until prom,
but Yoongi was ready. He stood by his locker that had chocolates and flowers
stuffed inside and took a deep breath before taking them out. Namjoon and
Hoseok had finally convinced him that the extra presents would be sweet and not
cheesy. He had certainly gotten a lot of stairs when he came in that morning,
most people not expecting the resident bad boy to be carrying flowers.
But it was the end of the day now and Yoongi was finally ready, just as he
turned around Hoseok rushed up to him.
“Yoongi stop!”
“What? What is it?” Yoongi asked concerned. “Did Jimin not go to dance practice
today?”
That would be very unlike him, but from the distraught look on Hoseok’s face
Yoongi thought whatever happened must have been bad.
“No!” Hoseok said slightly out of breath, “He went! It was. The worst thing.”
“What? What happened? Is Jimin okay?”
“He said yes!”
“Hoseok, what are you talking about? You didn’t ask him for me did you?”
“No! He said yes! To Jungsoo!” Hoseok finally blurted out, “Jungsoo just asked
him and he said yes…”
Yoongi was stunned, “He said yes? To someone else?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry hyung. I don’t know why he said yes to Jungsoo, he had
turned down so many people. Maybe we waited too long.”
Yoongi was still in shock. He had prepared for Jimin saying no, hell he had
prepared for Jimin saying yes to someone else, but the fact that it had
happened on the very day Yoongi was going to ask was somehow more
heartbreaking.
“Hyung, are you gonna be ok?” Hoseok asked with a look of concern on his face.
“I-uh I- yeah, I’ll be fine Hoseok. I told you he wanted to go with someone
else,” Yoongi said trying for a smile, but probably ended up looking more like
a grimace. “I’m uh, I’m just gonna go home.”
Yoongi shoved the chocolates and flowers into Hoseok’s arms, “You can take
those. I don’t need them. Obviously. Maybe Namjoon can give them to Jin or
something. I don’t care. I’m gonna go, see you later Hoseok.”
Yoongi turned away quickly, wanting nothing more than to be at home in his bed
curled up and feeling sorry for himself. He felt ridiculous. He couldn’t
believe he had actually thought Jimin would want to go to prom with him. Jimin
deserved better than him and Yoongi knew it.
***
Four days later found Yoongi somehow inexplicably at prom. He was sat with
Hoseok, Namjoon and Seokjin and was questioning all of his life choices. He was
still not sure how they had managed to convince him to come after everything
with Jimin, but it had something to do with it being his last high school dance
ever and making memories being important or whatever. Yoongi would rather be
heartbroken alone.
“Cheer up Yoongi!” Hoseok urged. “I know everything kind of sucks, but maybe
dancing or something could make it better.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, trust Hoseok to be overly positive about everything,
“Hobi you’ve made me come to a dance where I have to watch the love of my life
dance with someone else. I doubt anything could make that better.”
Namjoon smiled sadly at him, “We’re really sorry about that hyung, but we
thought getting you out of the house would make that better.”
“And you thought this was the right answer?!” Yoongi said gesturing to where
Jimin and Jungsoo were dancing a respectable distance apart, but still had
Yoongi’s blood boiling.
“Yoongi, you know these two are idiots, but they really are doing the best that
they can,” Seokjin spoke up. “But it might help if you tried to have a good
time.”
“I am trying. I’m sitting up straight next to people who used to be my
friends,” Yoongi said churlishly.
“Hyung!” Hoseok whined, “don’t be like that! Come and dance with me! With all
of us. You two want to dance, right?”
“Oh no,” Yoongi spoke up, “There is no way I’m dancing with the sappy couple
with four left feet between them.”
Hoseok laughed and Namjoon and Seokjin gave similar cries of indignation.
“Fine, be that way,” Seokjin said standing up, “Come on Joonie you and I can
have a good time even if this slug refuses to.”
Namjoon stood as Seokjin began to walk onto the dance floor, “God. I’m so in
love.”
“You’re both disgusting. Now go dance,” Hoseok shooed him.
“You should go dance too,” Yoongi said as they watched their two friends begin
their strange but endearing mating dance in the middle of the dance floor.
“Only if you come with me hyung.”
“No thanks. I don’t think I’m in the mood for being out-danced by my best
friend. Go without me, I’m gonna go to the bathroom now anyway.”
Hoseok gave him a look, but eventually relented saying that if Yoongi changed
his mind he should join them. Yoongi waved him off and turned to go to the
bathroom before he could watch his best friend be swarmed by a bunch of people
who want to hop on his dick.
Yoongi knew his friends were just trying to do what was best for him, but it
was hard to watch them be happy when he felt so miserable.
Walking down the hallway was strange as most of the lights were off and it was
only lit by the glow of the exit signs. Schools after hours were always odd as
it was somewhere so familiar, but somehow felt like somewhere entirely new.
Yoongi was only broken out of his musings when he heard a noise down the hall.
It was then that he noticed he wasn’t alone in the corridor, there were two
people seemingly trying to get it on right out there in the open. Before Yoongi
could decide what to do, he heard an all too familiar voice.
“No! Jungsoo, I’m not interested.”
“Come on Jimin it’ll be fun.”
As Yoongi’s eyes adjusted he saw that it was indeed Jungsoo pushing a figure
who had to be Jimin up against the wall.
Yoongi saw red.
Before he could even think twice he grabbed Jungsoo by the shoulder and threw
him to the ground.
“W-what the hell?” Jungsoo screeched before he saw Yoongi. “What the fuck man?”
“Back off,” Yoongi growled.
“What the fuck is your problem dude?” Jungsoo asked as he picked himself off
the ground.
“You don’t touch Jimin.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me that?”
“He told you to stop, so now I’m making you,” Yoongi bit back, his original
anger stewing in his gut, wanting to burst out in the form of breaking
Jungsoo’s nose.
“Listen, asshole he’s my date to prom so we would both appreciate it if you
would--”
Without letting him finish Yoongi swung, his right fist making contact with
Jungsoo’s face. Sadly he didn’t fall to the ground again, but brought his fists
up to cover his face as well and suddenly it was an all out brawl.
Punches and kicks were flying and Yoongi was pretty sure his eye was hit, but
he was doing a good job of holding his own. And before too long Yoongi was on
top of him, pummeling into any free space he could find. He didn’t think he
would have stopped if he hadn’t heard Jimin calling his name.
“Yoongi-hyung! Stop, stop! Please that’s enough.”
The distressed tone to his voice pulled Yoongi back to his thoughts and when he
realized Jungsoo was no longer fighting back he rolled off of him.
Yoongi looked up at Jimin, whose eyes were wide, and he realized what he must
have looked like and what he had done.
“Jimin, I--”
Before he could finish a teacher and parent chaperone burst into the hallway.
“What is going on here?” Mr. Kim asked as he took in the scene. Jungsoo lying
on the ground whimpering with Yoongi sitting next to him with bloodied hands
and Jimin standing above it all.
Before Yoongi could offer any words to defend himself, Jimin spoke up.
“I’m sorry Mr. Kim, but it wasn’t Yoongi-hyung’s fault. I know what it must
look like, but he was defending me.”
Yoongi looked up at Jimin in shock, sure nothing he said was untrue, but Yoongi
had at least expected the boy to seem more shocked or disgusted.
“Defending you?” Mr. Kim asked his tone sounding stunned.
“Yes! Jungsoo was trying to-- Trying to touch me,” Jimin said with a shudder
and immediately Yoongi was standing, his hands hovering around the boy, unsure
if he was allowed to comfort him or not. “I told him to stop and he didn’t so
Yoongi threw him off me and then they got into a fight.”
Mr. Kim seemed to take a moment to process his words as his eyes scanned the
scene once again, “You know that fighting is not condoned on school grounds,
correct?”
“Yes sir,” Yoongi said blank faced, prepared for any punishment he was about to
receive.
“But sir--” Jimin interjected once again surprising Yoongi.
“No but’s Jimin,” Mr. Kim said sternly, “I should have you suspended. However,
because of the circumstances and the fact that there is less than a month of
school left I am simply going to kick you both out of the dance.”
“Me too?” Jimin asked confused.
“No, Yoongi and Jungsoo are to remove themselves from the dance, you may stay
if you wish Jimin.”
Jimin looked to Yoongi, who wasn’t sure what his own face was expressing, but
then Jimin smiled and Yoongi relaxed.
“I’ll go with you Yoongi-hyung.”
Yoongi felt his heartbeat pick-up and his palms begin to sweat, but he couldn’t
let his expectations get away from him. Maybe Jimin just meant he was leaving
the dance too, his date did just get beat up.
“If you want,” Yoongi said with a shrug, but Jimin didn’t seem perturbed.
“I do want!”
So, they left together and as they left they could hear Mr. Kim try and get
Jungsoo up and out of the dance. It made Yoongi realize how lucky he was only
to be getting kicked from prom.
***
Somehow, they ended up getting ice cream. Yoongi’s not sure how, but Jimin can
be very convincing and Yoongi honestly would give him whatever he wanted.
They must look quite a sight though, two high school kids standing around in
suits eating ice cream in the middle of the night. But then, Yoongi’s never
been a fan of normal.
“I- uh- well, I never said thank you, for what you did back there,” Jimin said
looking up at Yoongi through his eyelashes, “so thank you.”
“Of course!” Yoongi said stunned, “It’s what anyone would do though, there’s no
need to thank me.”
“You’d be surprised,” Jimin mumbled. “But really you went above and beyond, so
I’m grateful.”
“You should be disgusted,” Yoongi insisted. “I didn’t even stop until I heard
your voice.”
“It was a little scary,” Jimin admitted, “but it was also kind of hot-- seeing
someone willing to do so much to protect me.”
Yoongi felt his heart skip a beat and had to look away. He went back to licking
his ice cream until he thought of something to say, “You should only be going
to prom with people who are willing to do so much to protect you.”
As soon as he said it though he regretted it, it wasn’t his place to judge
Jimin’s dates.
But Jimin just smiled shyly at him, “Well, those kinds of guys aren’t always
easy to find.”
Yoongi scoffed, “there’s one standing right in front of you,” but then he
regretted saying that even more.
“Let me rephrase then,” Jimin said not seemingly put off by Yoongi’s words at
all, “those kinds of guys who also ask you to prom are not easy to find.”
At that Yoongi felt offended, it wasn’t his fault he didn’t get a chance to ask
Jimin!
“I’ll have you know I was going to ask you to prom!.”
Man, if Yoongi regretted saying what he had before, then he was just going to
have to curl up and die after that.
Yoongi turned his head away, unable to meet Jimin’s eye, and suddenly found his
ice cream extremely interesting. However, since he turned away, he missed the
soft smile that slowly grew on Jimin’s face.
“Then why didn’t you?”
Yoongi’s head shot up at that, not expecting Jimin to sound so happy.
“Because you said yes to Jungslut. On the very day I was going to ask you, I’ll
have you know!”
“I’m sorry Yoongi. Sometimes saying no is really hard, especially if you go to
dance practice with them every single day.”
“Psh, saying no is easy, it’s better than leading people on.”
“Says you mister Bad Boy,” Jimin teased, which normally Yoongi would find
endearing, but he doesn’t want Jimin to have this false idea of who he is.
“I’m not a bad boy, Jimin,” Yoongi admitted, hoping that that news wouldn’t
change whatever good thing he had going on with Jimin right now.
Jimin didn’t look upset, persay, but he did seem confused, “What are you if
you’re not a bad boy?”
“Um, a regular boy?” Yoongi said with a shrug, but then realized that he hadn’t
really explained himself to Jimin, “I mean everyone thinks I’m some bad boy,
but I really just wear leather jackets and have resting bitch face. The only
thing that could be considered ‘bad boy’ was the Incident.”
“The Incident? Capital I?” Jimin asked seemingly intrigued.
“Yeah, well it was the moment that decided the label for my entire high school
career,” Yoongi said not without resentment.
“Do you wanna tell me about it?” Jimin asked curiously, “I mean, you don’t have
to if you don’t want to of course! I don’t want you to talk about anything
that’s upsetting or whatever for you.”
Yoongi sighed. The Incident wasn’t exactly painful to talk about, but when he
told people they usually didn’t believe him, or they started to think
differently of him. But Yoongi liked Jimin too much to lie to him and he knew
Jimin deserved the truth.
“It’s not as great as you’re thinking or anything, I don’t want to get your
expectations up.”
“Hyung, just tell me,” Jimin said in that soft way of his that made Yoongi feel
less nervous.
“Okay. It was back in middle school, I hadn’t met Namjoon, Hoseok, or Seokjin
yet and I didn’t really have a lot of friends, which was fine,” Yoongi assured,
“it just meant I spent a lot of time outside with the school cats.”
Yoongi pauses then, slightly embarrassed and hoping to gauge Jimin’s reaction.
Jimin, however, is just looking at him, listening with a look of interest on
his face. Yoongi is heartened and continued with a bit more zeal.
“The cats were great because who honestly needs humans around when animals are
there to listen to your problems. Er, present company excluded,” Yoongi
hastened to add, which made Jimin giggle.
“Humans are really the worst,” Yoongi continued his tone darkening, “It was
some of my classmates that day, these three hateful boys with small dicks
decided they were bored and they would get their sick kicks by hurting the
cats,” Yoongi choked out, latent rage and sadness clogging his throat.
“Oh my God,” Jimin whispered a hand coming up to cover his mouth and his eyes
widening in terror.
“It was awful. When I got there they were kicking the cats. Any of them that
they had been able to catch and I just saw red. I’d never felt so angry before.
So, I gave them exactly what they deserved. The school didn’t see my fight as
very justified and I was expelled. But even after switching schools the ‘bad
boy’ title managed to stick with me, but I’d never fight anyone who didn’t
deserve it.”
There was a beat of silence where Yoongi was worried about looking to Jimin and
checking his reaction, but just as he turned to look at him he was suddenly
being pushed backward into the wall.
Jimin’s lips crashed onto his and Yoongi was caught off guard. It was only by
instinct that he moved his hands to Jimin’s waist to steady them both. Yoongi
stood shocked for all .2 seconds before Jimin ran his fingers through his hair
and Yoongi suddenly felt pulled back to himself. He began to kiss back, his
lips matching Jimin’s and his tongue dipping inside when Jimin moaned against
his mouth.
Yoongi wasn’t sure how long they stood pressed against a wall tongues down each
others’ throats, but it felt like a million years, but still not nearly long
enough when Jimin pulled away.
“Do you wanna go back to my place?” Jimin asked his voice sultry and low.
Yoongi’s brain, however, was still not processing anything at its normal speed
and simply responded, “What?”
“God, Yoongi-hyung I’ve liked you for forever, you can’t just throw a sweet
story like that at a guy and not expect him to throw himself at you.”
Yoongi was confused, but he was able to register one thing, “You like me?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, “Yes! Gosh, I was waiting for you to ask me to prom and
everything, but four days before prom was kind of pushing it don’t you think?”
Yoongi nodded blandly still catching up, “I like you too. Wait, back to your
place? D-do you want to have sex with me?”
Jimin giggled, “Only if you want to hyung.”
“Yes! Definitely!” Yoongi responded, probably too enthusiastically, “But Jimin
I’ll like you no matter what you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to
do.”
Jimin laughed in his face good naturedly, “Hyung, I’m literally pushing you
against a wall. I want this!”
Yoongi nodded, “Hard to argue with that logic.”
Jimin grinned like the cat who caught a canary and pulled away from Yoongi, who
immediately missed his warmth. But then Jimin reached down and pulled his hand
and Yoongi was suddenly reveling in how well their hands fit together and how
small Jimin’s felt in his.
***
They ended up going to Yoongi’s place instead as his parents were away giving
them more privacy. The entire trip to his house Yoongi was filled with
excitement, but as soon as they got to the privacy of Yoongi’s room he was
suddenly very nervous.
“Um, this is my room, probably looks a lot like any teenage boy room,” Yoongi
said awkwardly.
“Is that audio equipment?” Jimin asked astonishment in his voice, “That’s not
in the average teenage boy room hyung. This stuff looks high tech.”
Yoongi huffed a laugh, “Alright you have a point. I make music and stuff, it’s
not really a big deal. I really like it, but I don’t know if I can do that
stuff forever.”
“I think it’s really cool hyung. It would be really amazing if you did
something you liked for a living, but what do I know, it’s not like I can dance
forever.”
Yoongi smiled softly, “I think you can do whatever you put your mind to
Jiminie, you certainly work hard enough to.”
Jimin blushed, “Thank you hyung, but did we come here to talk about our future
or for something more fun.”
It was Yoongi’s turn to blush as Jimin sidled up to him and softly put a hand
on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi slid his hands down to Jimin’s waist running his
thumbs under Jimin’s shirt.
“Jiminie,” Yoongi started, “you know that I don’t want to force you into this
at all, right? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, “Hyung, I want to. Can I be any clearer about this? Are
you sure that you want to?”
“Am I sure?” Yoongi asked disbelieving. “Jiminie I’ve had day dreams about
this,” Yoongi said sliding his hands down to squeeze Jimin’s ass, who squeaked
at the touch.
“Too much?” Yoongi asked.
Jimin smirked, “Not at all. You’re so cute hyung, you had a crush on me!”
“Cute, huh?” Yoongi asked before he shifted their weight and pushed Jimin to
the bed, “I’ll show you cute.”
And then they were kissing again. Jimin’s plush lips soft and so pliant against
Yoongi’s, but still playful and meeting Yoongi’s perfectly. He was also making
tiny little whiny noises in the back of his throat that was lighting a fire in
Yoongi’s gut. It wasn’t long before Yoongi was licking along Jimin’s bottom lip
asking for access that Jimin gave immediately, moaning loudly when he opened
his mouth.
Yoongi could probably make out with Jimin for a lifetime, but he also knew that
tonight there was even better things to be had. He slid his hand up Jimin’s
shirt just as he pulled his mouth away, making Jimin follow with a whine.
“How do you feel about taking this off?” Yoongi asked pulling at the hem of
Jimin’s white button up.
Jimin seemed unable or unwilling to speak so he simply nodded enthusiastically.
Yoongi smirked as he slowly started to unbutton Jimin’s shirt leaving soft
kisses on the skin that he revealed under the shirt.
“H-hyung,” Jimin whined out as he squirmed underneath Yoongi.
“Yes, baby?”
Jimin moaned at the nickname, “P-please.”
“Please what? You have to be more specific baby.”
“Please touch me,” Jimin groaned out.
“But I am touching you,” Yoongi teased as he slid his hands up Jimin’s chest
and pulled at his nipples.
“M-more,” Jimin gasped and then grasped one of Yoongi’s hands and move it lower
to his crotch, “Here, hyung.”
Yoongi was surprised at Jimin’s boldness, but he was definitely enjoying it. He
quickly made to undo the button of Jimin’s pants, sliding the dress slacks down
to mid-thigh revealing cute tight red boxers that clearly showed the outline of
Jimin’s hard dick.
“You seem really excited already, Jiminie,” Yoongi said ghosting his mouth over
the head of Jimin’s cock.
“Hyuung,” Jimin whined, “touch. There.”
Yoongi smirked and pulled down the red boxers to meet his pants freeing his
surprisingly cute dick. He kept his eyes on Jimin’s face as he moved and
decided quickly what he was going to do next. From the way Jimin’s eyes bugged
out he wasn’t expecting the way Yoongi’s tongue ran up the length of his dick.
The cute noises Jimin made as Yoongi’s tongue worked his magic were music to
Yoongi’s ears, if only he could edit the pretty sounds into a song. Eventually
Yoongi wrapped his lips around Jimin’s head and slowly sunk his head down as
well. Jimin was once again caught off guard as he immediately thrust up into
Yoongi’s warm mouth, which made Yoongi choke.
He pulled off Jimin’s cock to choke and hack, in probably the sexiest of ways.
“I’m so sorry hyung!” Jimin said worriedly as he sat up and had his hands hover
around Yoongi, unsure of what to do.
“It’s okay Jiminie I should have warned you,” Yoongi coughed out, “I’m okay. Do
you want me to try that again?”
“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to push yourself or anything.”
“Jimin, I promise, I’m not forcing myself. I want to try again. But maybe this
time I’ll have to hold you down.”
Jimin nodded and Yoongi pushed him back onto the bed, his hands on his hips to
keep him from bucking up again.
Yoongi sunk back down onto Jimin’s cute dick, holding fast to his hips even
though Jimin managed not to thrust strongly up into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi kept
his tongue flat as he slowly slid his mouth up and down hollowing his cheeks
and flicking his tongue over the slit each time he brought his mouth to the
tip. Jimin’s hands were grasping the sheets tightly as though to keep him
grounded
Jimin was writhing below him and it was probably the sexiest thing Yoongi had
ever seen, which was why he was surprised when Jimin’s had came up to his hair
and pulled Yoongi off his dick.
“S-stop,” Jimin panted.
“What’s wrong Jiminie?” Yoongi asked wiping away the string of saliva that hung
from his mouth.
“Don’t wanna– cum like this– want you to fuck me. Please.”
At Jimin’s pleading Yoongi could feel his cock twitch in his pants. That was
something he would find difficult to refuse, not that he wanted to.
“Of course baby, take these off the rest of the way, yeah?” Yoongi asked
pulling on Jimin’s pants. As Jimin took off his pants and underwear the rest of
the way, Yoongi leaned over to his bedside table where he kept his lube and
luckily some condoms. He didn’t think he or Jimin had anything to worry about,
but he definitely knew it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Take yours off too,” Jimin said when Yoongi leaned back over his naked form
and he tugged on Yoongi’s dress pants.
Yoongi nodded and made quick work of his own clothes as he watched Jimin laid
out naked on his bed looking like every dirty fantasy Yoongi has ever had.
“Now, baby, how about you flip over and I can prep you on your hands and
knees.”
Jimin is quick to take his suggestion, rolling over to his stomach and lifting
his ass tantalizing in the air for Yoongi to do as he pleased with it.
“You’re so pretty, Jiminie,” Yoongi said running his hand along the flesh of
his ass.
Jimin whined and Yoongi took his hand off to add lube to his right hand. When
he felt satisfied with that he used his left had to spread his ass, revealing
his puckered hole. Yoongi took it slow, running his finger just around the
sensitive area, until Jimin’s whining for more became too desperate and he
slowly slid his finger in.
Jimin gasped at the strange feeling, he was so relaxed already there was little
resistance, but Yoongi could feel his opening flutter around his finger.
“Look at that, baby, you took my finger so good,” Yoongi praised as he slowly
started to fuck his finger in and out.
It wasn’t long before Jimin was gasping underneath him his hole ready for
another finger. When he added his middle finger Jimin took a shuddering breath
causing Yoongi to pause out of concern.
“You okay baby?”
“I’m fine hyung, it feels good. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Yoongi nodded and slid his other hand up Jimin’s back to rub soothing circles
into his skin as he continued to move his fingers in and out, scissoring so as
to open Jimin up for his as much as possible. Yoongi used his fingers and
position to look for that special spot to make Jimin see stars. He knew when he
found it because Jimin yelled out the loudest moan so far and his back bent
under Yoongi’s hand and it might have been the hottest thing ever.
“You like that baby? You’re reacting so good for me. Think you’re ready for
another finger?”
Jimin nodded frantically, “P-please.”
So, Yoongi obliged. There was much less resistance while he fucked Jimin open
on three fingers and the noises and sight before him was making focusing on
anything but his own throbbing dick harder and harder.
“I’m ready, hyung. I’m ready I swear!” Jimin pleaded and Yoongi was very ready
to comply, “Fuck me, fuck me, God, hyung!”
“Flip back over Jiminie, I wanna see your face while I fuck you, okay baby
boy?”
Jimin scrambled to roll back over and when he did Yoongi was blown away by the
look on his face. His eyes were lidded, and his mouth was open and panting
looking red and swollen, he already looked so thoroughly fucked and Yoongi
hadn’t even gotten to the fun part.
Yoongi quickly prepped himself, sliding the condom on and then grabbing a
pillow to place under Jimin’s hips and Jimin’s legs almost instinctively
wrapped around Yoongi’s back when he settled between his legs.
“You ready, baby?”
Jimin nodded and Yoongi pushed in.
Jimin let out a choked off gasp and Yoongi only made it half-way in before the
look of pain on Jimin’s face made him stop.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked holding himself back from just thrusting in the
rest of the way, which was one of the hardest things he had ever done.
“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just. Need to adjust. Wait, hyung?” Jimin asked so
sweetly Yoongi’s heart was touched.
Yoongi leaned down and kissed Jimin right on the lips. Out of all their shared
kisses tonight, this was the sweetest. Yoongi knew the irony of being half-way
inside of Jimin and kissing his lips so softly, but he truly wanted to convey
all the emotions he had been feeling over the past two years he had known
Jimin. The way he kissed back Yoongi was sure he understood exactly how he
felt.
“Okay, more, please.”
Yoongi was quick to comply sliding in to the hilt. This time he had to take a
moment for himself, Jimin felt so warm and tight around him it was all Yoongi
could do not to cum on the spot.
After taking a quick moment to breath Yoongi began to move. Just like
everything the two had done that night, he started slowly with long slow
thrusts that quickly had Jimin whining for more.
Yoongi wanted nothing more than the please the boy below him so he wrapped his
hands around Jimin’s thighs and lifted him slightly so that Yoongi could hit
the spot that had Jimin seeing stars.
“There, there, there,” Jimin cried out, hands going to Yoongi’s back to grasp
at something desperately as Yoongi pounded into his prostate.
“Yeah? You like that baby? Do I make you feel real good? Tell hyung how you
feel,” Yoongi said spouting off nonsense his brain barely working as his hips
pistoned away.
“So good, hyung it’s so good. Harder, harder.”
Yoongi moaned and leaned down to Jimin’s neck as he bit little love bites and
sucked pretty hickies into the soft skin of his collar bone. Yoongi’s hips
picked up the pace as he felt his orgasm building and one of his hands came up
to play with Jimin’s nipples. Jimin’s moans were better than any porn stars as
they matched every thrust of Yoongi’s hips, if the feel of Jimin’s ass wasn’t
enough to get off, the sounds themselves could probably send him over the edge.
“Close, hyung, so close,” Jimin moaned, “Please touch me.”
Yoongi was fast to comply his other hand moving to grasp Jimin’s cock and it
only took two strokes for Jimin to cum in pretty ropes all up his and Yoongi’s
chest.
Yoongi could feel Jimin’s walls convulsing and the feeling of the boy cumming
around him was enough to send him over the edge as well. Yoongi’s hips thrust
desperately through his orgasm and Yoongi was seeing white.
Yoongi collapsed onto Jimin when he felt his strength leave his body. They were
both breathing heavy when Yoongi could think clearly again.
“Hyung, you’re heavy,” Jimin complained.
Yoongi huffed out a laugh and slid out of Jimin as he rolled off of him, “That
was the best orgasm of my life.”
Jimin giggled, “Yeah that was pretty amazing.”
Yoongi looked over at Jimin eyes-lidded, “You’re amazing baby, so good for me.”
Jimin blushed heavily, “Hyung we’re not fucking right now you don’t have to
keep complimenting me.”
“Why?” Yoongi asked slyly sitting up on his elbow, “I think you like it
Jiminie. I want to make you happy after all.”
Jimin rolled his eyes and covered his face he rolled away, but when Yoongi was
left with Jimin’s naked back he simply ran his fingers up and down it
soothingly.
“I’m gonna get something to clean us up ok?”
Jimin nodded sleepily and Yoongi slipped out of the room making his way to the
bathroom and back in record time.
Once Yoongi had the two of them cleaned up, with little help from Jimin, he
crawled into bed behind Jimin wrapping his arms around him before he started to
fall into sleep.
“Goodnight, hyung,” Jimin mumbled sleepily.
“Goodnight Jiminie,” Yoongi replied placing a soft kiss on Jimin’s nape.
***
The next morning wasn’t nearly as awkward as Yoongi was worried it would be. He
woke to find sometime in the night the two boys had switched positions and
Jimin was the one cuddling him. Yoongi was perfectly happy with the turn of
events, Jimin’s arms were strong and made Yoongi feel safe.
He was content to lay there all day, until Jimin woke up. Jimin immediately
snuggled into Yoongi’s neck when he woke up and Yoongi knew that it was the
cutest thing in existence. God, he was already so whipped.
“Morning hyung,” Jimin breathed.
“Good morning Jiminie,” Yoongi said turning around in his arms, “Sleep well?
“Better than I ever have.”
“Maybe I should help you fall asleep like that more often then,” Yoongi
smirked.
“Yes please,” Jimin giggled, “Much more often.”
Yoongi’s heart sped up at that, not daring to hope that meant what he hoped it
meant.
“Jiminie, does that mean you want to have sex regularly? Because while I’m a
hundred percent okay with that, I think I also want something more permanent
too.”
“Hyung are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” Jimin asked coyly.
“Maybe, if that’s something you’d say yes to and it’s not like too weird.”
“It’s not too weird, I’ve had a crush on you for so long hyung. This is like a
dream come true, you have no idea.”
“I have some idea.”
“Oh right, hyung had a crush me too, you’re so cute! I can’t believe you were
going to ask me to prom and were late by like 10 minutes.”
“Yah! Park Jimin! No need to make fun, I wrote you a song and everything.”
“You wrote me a song?!” Jimin gasped sitting up suddenly and Yoongi remembered
he hadn’t actually told Jimin about the song yet.
“N-no,” Yoongi denied rolling away and feeling his face heating up.
“Aw, hyung, no! You have to show me!” Jimin demanded as he pulled on Yoongi’s
shoulder to make him roll back over.
Once he was successful Yoongi was looking up into Jimin’s pretty face, his hair
still sticking up and his lips still swollen. All it took was a well-placed
pout from Jimin and Yoongi was putty in his hand. So, Yoongi sat up quickly and
made his way to his computer and soon enough Yoongi’s voice was rapping
throughout the room and he couldn’t look Jimin in the eye while the younger boy
listened.
Only after the song was finished did Yoongi dare look up again. Yoongi was
shocked by the look on Jimin’s face. Jimin looked blown away and touched, his
heart hanging on his sleeves just as Yoongi’s was a minute ago.
Before Yoongi knew what was happening he had a lap full of Jimin.
“Yoongi, oh my God, that was so beautiful. I literally don’t even know what to
think, that song was too sweet to be about me.”
“What are you talking about Jimin?” Yoongi scoffed his hands moving down to
hold Jimin close so the boy wouldn’t fall out of the chair they were sharing.
“This song doesn’t even compare to how amazing you really are.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, but leaned in for a kiss. The kiss started sweet, but
quickly morphed into something more heated.
“Hyung,” Jimin said pulling away, “I want to suck you off.”
Yoongi’s brain short-circuited at those words and when his eyes flicked down to
Jimin’s plush lips that were still swollen he found himself replying, “Neat.”
Neat. The coolest of responses to when a cute boy who may actually be your
boyfriend now tells you they want to suck you off. Yoongi wanted to die.
“Neat?” Jimin asked a laugh to his voice, “Does that mean yes?”
“Um, yes, absolutely, please. Feel free,” Yoongi needed to shut the hell up.
But Jimin just giggled and slid off Yoongi’s lap to the floor where his face
was eye level to Yoongi’s crotch. It was the exact moment Yoongi was grateful
they were still both naked. As Jimin’s hand wrapped around his already half-
hard cock to tease it into a proper erection.
It didn’t take long for Yoongi to be at full-mast, just the idea of what was
about to happen started a small fire in his gut.
It didn’t take long to realize that Jimin was a giant tease, as he started by
simply hovering his mouth over Yoongi’s cock the small puffs of air sending
shivers down Yoongi’s spine. Even when Jimin finally put his mouth on him it
was only to place soft kisses over the head and down the shaft with tiny kitten
licks that were doing just enough to get Yoongi’s knees shaking.
“Jimin, baby, please,” Yoongi groaned out, not above begging at this point.
Apparently, those words were all Jimin was looking for because in the next
second he took all of Yoongi’s length into his mouth at once. While the
sensation was so much all at once Yoongi managed not to thrust up into the warm
wetness that was Jimin’s mouth, if only barely. He was still worried about
Jimin, taking so much cock at once couldn’t have been easy, but Jimin just
looked up at him a smirk in his eyes, which was when Yoongi realized Jimin had
probably done this before.
Yoongi was not ready.
What proceeded was the best blow job of Yoongi’s life. Jimin sucking and
licking quick to slow in a way that quickly drove Yoongi insane. He seemed to
have no gag reflex at all because he managed to deep throat Yoongi like it was
nothing and every time he swallowed Yoongi saw stars. The feeling of Jimin’s
fingers digging into Yoongi’s thighs was also making everything more intense.
Yoongi groaned as Jimin sped up, “Yes, yes. Just like that Jiminie, god your
mouth is sinful. Holy shit. Make hyung feel so good.”
The praise seemed to affect Jimin as well as he moaned around Yoongi’s cock,
which made Yoongi gasp it felt so good, “Gonna cum, baby, gonna—”
He cut off as he came straight down Jimin’s throat, the boy either not caring
or not having enough time to pull off.
“Ah. I’m sorry Jiminie,” Yoongi said as he ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair
where he hadn’t realized he’d been grasping desperately at the whole time.
“It’s okay hyung, I don’t mind,” Jimin said after he had pulled off Yoongi’s
slowly softening dick and swallowed his cum, god that was hot.
Jimin stood up, placing his now hard dick right in Yoongi’s line of sight.
“Want me to help you out with that baby?” Yoongi asked his hands sliding down
to Jimin’s truly amazing ass.
“Yes, please,” Jimin said sweetly in a way Yoongi knew now was hiding the
little devil underneath.
“Get on all fours Jiminie,” Yoongi said gesturing to the bed. Jimin looked
confused, but complied anyway. Good.
“Your ass is so pretty, Jiminie, so big and perky,” Yoongi said as he ran his
hand along the left cheek before quickly pulling back and bringing his hand
down with a strong slap that had Jimin’s ass jiggling. Jimin let out a
strangled gasp.
“You like that?” Yoongi asked.
Jimin nodded frantically so Yoongi brought his hand other hand down. The moan
Jimin let out was one of the hottest sounds Yoongi had ever heard.
“Do you want me to eat you out baby boy?”
Jimin whined at Yoongi’s words and choked out a, “Y-yes.”
So, Yoongi dove in. Yoongi used his thumbs to pull his cheeks apart to reveal
his red hole, still looking a little used from last night.
Yoongi smirked before bending down to lick a strip right along the puckered
area. Jimin gasped and Yoongi chuckled.
He took his time teasing around Jimin’s hole just as Jimin had done to him
earlier, small licks, before Jimin whined so strongly at him to hurry up Yoongi
couldn’t help but comply. His tongue delving in past Jimin’s no longer tight
rim.
Yoongi knew how to work his tongue and it wasn’t long before Jimin was moaning
nonsense once again, the sound music to Yoongi’s ears. When Jimin’s cries
became more desperate Yoongi added a finger along side his tongue. Both worked
together to open Jimin up and his finger fast in finding Jimin’s prostate once
again.
“Hyuuung, please. God gonna cum, t-touch me.”
Yoongi would have smirked if his mouth wasn’t otherwise preoccupied, but he did
reach his free hand around and grasped Jimin’s dick. Yoongi wasn’t even able to
stroke him before Jimin was thrusting down into his hand and cumming with a
shattered cry.
Jimin’s arms collapsed and he lay with his head flat on the bed, but his ass
still in the air. So, Yoongi took the opportunity to continue licking all
around his rim before Jimin whined that it was too much.
When Yoongi pulled away he crawled up to where Jimin lay and smoothed his hair
back with his hand.
“We could use a shower,” Yoongi noted from the sweat slicked look of Jimin’s
hair and the cum drying on both of them.
“In a minute,” Jimin whined, “cuddle first hyung.”
Yoongi laughed at how cute Jimin was, but he wrapped his arms around Jimin and
pulled him close.
“Does that mean you would like to be my boyfriend?” Yoongi asked.
Jimin seemed almost too tired to respond, but nodded and mumbled out a, “Yes,
please.”
“Even when I go away to college?”
“Absolutely!” Jimin said with more gusto, but still not looking up. “I can’t
have you going around sleeping with any of these new people you’ll meet in
college.”
Yoongi laughed, but kissed the top of Jimin’s head, “alright, I think I can
manage that for you, sunshine.”
“Sunshine?” Jimin asked peeking an eye open at Yoongi.
“Yeah. You’re my sunshine. Do you not like it?”
“I love it! You’re too sweet hyung. I don’t know how people thought you were a
bad boy.”
Yoongi smiled down at him, “Well, I don’t care what they think as long as I
have you.”
Jimin smiled sleepily and began to doze off, "cheese ball."
Yoongi chuckled and held him, thinking about how lucky he was to have such a
perfect boy falling asleep in his arms, hopefully forever.
End Notes
     Was it everything you were hoping for? Didn't you love protective
     Yoongi? That really would be called a bad boy for protecting a
     kitten... Though he may go a little far both times. Whoops. Hope it
     was good anyway!
     Oh, I also didn't have any song in mind, like I love Serendipity (and
     love listening to it as yoonmin) but it's not the same if Jimin
     doesn't sing it, so maybe another time ;)
     Thanks for reading! Let me know how you liked it with comments or
     kudos! <3
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