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Jimin and Yoongi had been involved in a secret relationship for one year and five months now—a painfully long time for two people who rarely had the privilege of meeting each other in person. Their careers demanded loyalty, discipline, and spotless reputations. As diplomats carrying the name of their country wherever they went, they knew very well that love was not something they could openly display. There were consequences attached to every choice they made, and both of them understood that better than anyone else.
Because of that, they chose secrecy. They hid their relationship behind composed smiles, formal greetings, and perfectly practiced professionalism. To everyone else, they were nothing more than colleagues who worked under the same flag. No one could know that behind closed doors, behind official meetings and diplomatic dinners, they belonged to each other in ways words could barely explain.
And so, they learned to survive through stolen moments.
They met during official assignments, exchanging lingering glances across crowded conference halls and quiet touches hidden beneath tables no one bothered to look under. Sometimes, all they could do was stare at each other from opposite sides of the room, silently memorizing every expression as though it would have to last them for months again. Other times, they would steal a few precious minutes alone in hotel corridors or empty elevators, savoring every second they could spend without the eyes of the world upon them.
It was difficult. It was dangerous. Yet somehow, the secrecy only made their love feel more intimate—like a beautiful secret meant to exist only between the two of them.
Today, Jimin and the six other diplomats traveling with him—including Yoongi—were assigned to visit the presidential palace in Mexico as official representatives of South Korea. There, they were scheduled to meet the president of Mexico, who had personally invited them to discuss matters of international trade and cooperation.
The gathering would not be attended solely by the Korean delegation. Representatives from several other countries were expected to arrive as well, turning the palace into a room filled with diplomats, officials, and influential figures from around the world.
And that was exactly what unsettled Yoongi.
Not because he was nervous about the meeting itself—he was far too experienced for that. Diplomatic discussions, formal banquets, and political negotiations had long become second nature to him. What truly bothered him was something far more personal, something he could never openly admit in front of others.
He was worried people would look at Jimin.
It sounded ridiculous, perhaps even possessive, but Yoongi knew all too well the effect Jimin had on people. With his graceful presence, soft features, and the kind of charm that drew attention without effort, Jimin naturally became the center of every room he entered. And surrounded by foreign diplomats with wandering eyes and polished smiles, Yoongi could already imagine the lingering stares his lover would unknowingly attract throughout the evening.
At last, they arrived at the state palace in Mexico, and the sight before them felt almost unreal. The architecture carried the elegance of an old European palace—grand and timeless in every possible way. Wainscoted walls lined with rich wooden accents stretched across the vast corridors, while warm golden chandeliers bathed the entire interior in a soft, regal glow. Massive paintings adorned the walls like silent pieces of history, each one more breathtaking than the last.
For a moment, even the diplomats forgot their formal composure. Quiet murmurs of admiration slipped between them as they walked through the palace halls, captivated by the beauty surrounding them. The entire place felt less like a government residence and more like something preserved from another century—luxurious, artistic, and impossibly enchanting.
“Hyung, is this what they call wainscoting? You told me before that it’s something typical in European architecture, right?” asked Jungkook, the youngest among them, his voice filled with quiet fascination as his eyes wandered across the intricately paneled walls.
“Yes. Beautiful isn’t it? I already told you so,” replied Namjoon with a small smile, his hand lightly brushing against the polished wooden paneling. “Wainscoting is commonly found in classic European architecture. It was originally used to protect walls, but over time it became part of the aesthetic itself. Places like this preserve it beautifully.”
“Here he goes again, becoming everyone’s personal explanation guide,” said Jin with an amused laugh. “You’re seriously like a walking encyclopedia who knows everything, Namjoon-ah.”
The others burst into laughter at Jin’s teasing, already used to the way he loved making fun of Namjoon for knowing almost everything about almost anything.
While the other five diplomats remained captivated by the palace’s architecture and elegant interior, Yoongi quietly turned his gaze toward Jimin. With nothing more than a subtle movement of his eyes, he signaled for Jimin to follow him toward the opposite corner of the grand hall, where an enormous painting hung against the wall.
They were not completely separating themselves from the group—at least not enough to raise suspicion. But Yoongi simply wanted a moment alone with Jimin, even if it lasted only a few minutes. Hidden beneath the excuse of admiring the artwork, he sought the kind of closeness they could never openly ask for.
When they finally reached the large painting, they stood before it in quiet observation, as if studying its details with careful attention. Yet neither of them truly spoke about the artwork.
The silence between them was not empty—it was familiar, intimate. And when they finally broke it, their words had nothing to do with the canvas in front of them.
Instead, they spoke like lovers stealing a moment in plain sight.
Yoongi kept his voice low, eyes still fixed ahead but awareness fully on Jimin beside him. Questions that sounded ordinary to anyone else carried a different weight between them—soft inquiries, subtle check-ins, the kind only a couple would understand.
“Do you like the architecture here, my love?” ask Yoongi with his quiet voice.
“I do, Hyung! It’s beautiful. The painting here is quite nice too, isn’t it?”
“Yes. But I’d rather look at this view,” said Yoongi, his gaze shifting away from the painting and settling instead on Jimin.
The words were spoken softly, almost carelessly—but the meaning behind them landed with quiet precision.
Jimin let out a small laugh, caught off guard, his expression faltering for just a moment before warmth crept up his face. A soft blush spread across his cheeks, betraying him far more than he wished it did. He tried to hide it, lowering his gaze slightly, but the mix of embarrassment and happiness was impossible to conceal.
“I miss you, Hyung. Lately, I’ve been feeling really exhausted. Maybe it’s because we’ve been on so many assignments back-to-back. I really need a hug and some head pats… probably some cuddles too,” said Jimin quietly, his voice softer than before, as if the words themselves weighed more than he intended.
For a brief moment, the world around them—the palace, the paintings, the distant voices of diplomats—seemed to fade into something far away and irrelevant.
Yoongi didn’t answer immediately. His expression shifted subtly, the usual sharpness in his eyes softening as he looked at Jimin more carefully, more honestly than the setting allowed. In a place where they were expected to be nothing more than professionals, Jimin had just spoken like someone who missed home. And for Yoongi, that “home” had always been him.
“I miss you too, my love. I wish I could hold you tightly right now, give you head pats… and maybe a few kisses as well. Wait until we get home, okay?” said Yoongi softly, his voice low enough that it could dissolve into the hush of the palace without reaching anyone else.
His eyes lingered on Jimin with a quiet kind of certainty—one that didn’t need grand gestures to feel real. It was careful, restrained, yet unmistakably full of longing.
“Hey! You two!” called Hoseok from a distance.
Both Yoongi and Jimin immediately turned their heads toward the voice, searching for its source across the grand hall.
“Come on! Hurry over here. The meeting is about to start!” Hoseok called again.
At that, whatever quiet world had existed between them vanished in an instant. Their conversation ended as softly as it had begun.
The warmth in their expressions faded, replaced with the practiced composure of diplomats representing South Korea. Shoulders straightened, steps adjusted, and every trace of intimacy was carefully folded away behind professional masks. Side by side once more, they moved forward—no longer lovers in a stolen moment, but officials returning to their roles under the watchful eyes of the world.
They entered the meeting room together.
As Suga had already expected, the moment they stepped inside and began looking for their seats, every gaze in the room shifted—though not toward the delegation as a whole.
It was all for Jimin.
His presence had a way of pulling attention effortlessly: the soft curve of his smile that made his eyes disappear into gentle crescents, the warmth in his expression, the quiet charm that made people forget where to look next. Yoongi had seen it happen before. He had always known it would happen again.
Without a word, Yoongi subtly quickened his pace behind Jimin, closing the distance between them until he was no longer trailing but standing right beside him. Jimin, unaware of the quiet shift, simply continued forward as if nothing had changed.
By the time they reached their seats, Yoongi had positioned himself directly next to him—fortune, or perhaps intention, placing them side by side around the large circular table where the seven diplomats of South Korea now sat among other nations.
A long white tablecloth draped over the surface, hiding everything beneath it from view.
And that was exactly where Yoongi took his chance.
Beneath the table, hidden from every watchful eye in the room, he carefully reached for Jimin’s hand. Fingers searching in quiet certainty, he tried to find him without drawing attention.
But in the dim, concealed space, his hand brushed something else first—Jimin’s thigh.
Jimin flinched instantly, eyes snapping open in surprise as he turned toward Yoongi. For a split second, his widened gaze betrayed everything—shock, confusion, and awareness all flashing at once.
Yet from the outside, nothing happened.
No one saw it.
To everyone else at the table, they remained exactly what they were supposed to be: composed diplomats sitting through an official meeting.
“Hyung! What are you doing?” ask Jimin in his quiet voice.
“I was looking for your hand. No one will be able to see this,” said Yoongi quietly.
His voice was calm, almost matter-of-fact, as if nothing unusual had happened beneath the table—only a simple intention that belonged entirely to them.
Jimin slowly steadied his expression again, forcing his widened eyes to soften as he caught up with the moment. The brief shock faded, replaced by a warmth he couldn’t quite hide.
Around them, the meeting continued in perfect formality inside the diplomatic room of South Korea’s delegation and their international counterparts. Voices exchanged policies and agreements, pens moved across documents, and nothing about the room suggested anything out of place.
But beneath the polished surface of professionalism, Yoongi’s hand remained carefully searching, quietly insisting on something only he and Jimin understood—connection, hidden in plain sight.
Throughout the meeting, the hands of Yoongi and Jimin remained hidden beneath the table, quietly entwined in a touch no one else in the room could see.
At first, it was only a simple hold. A silent reassurance exchanged in the middle of diplomacy and duty, as if they were reminding each other that they were still there, still real, still connected despite the distance the world demanded of them.
But as time passed, the tension in their grasp softened. The rigid edges of formality began to blur in the quiet space they had stolen for themselves. Yoongi’s hold loosened slightly, not in absence, but in ease—his touch lingering near Jimin’s presence like something unspoken but deeply understood.
From beneath the tablecloth, his fingers shifted into something gentler, brushing against Jimin with an unhurried familiarity that carried no urgency, only quiet certainty.
Above the table, Jimin remained composed—perfectly still, perfectly professional, a diplomat of South Korea seated among nations, listening, observing, exiting exactly as he was expected to.
But beneath that stillness, he felt everything.
Every subtle touch, every lingering contact, every unspoken word hidden in the space between their hands. It was warmth he had missed more than he could ever admit, a feeling he had learned to bury behind duty and distance.
“Hyung—stop squeezing my thigh,” whispered Jimin softly, his voice barely more than breath, meant only for Yoongi to hear.
“I’m sorry, my love. You just… look so beautiful… that I can’t help noticing how many eyes are on you today…” murmured Yoongi softly, his voice low and tightly controlled, as if each word had to be carefully restrained.
There was a quiet tension beneath his calm tone—something possessive, something honest, something he would never dare let surface above the polished surface of diplomacy inside the room.
Beside him, Jimin remained outwardly composed, but the words landed with unmistakable weight. Even without looking at Yoongi, he could feel the meaning behind them—the quiet jealousy, the admiration, the longing carefully folded into apology.
Jimin found himself unable to respond whenever Yoongi grew jealous.
There was something about Yoongi in those moments—quietly possessive, subtly intense—that left no space for argument, only understanding. And Jimin never truly resisted it. Not because he was powerless, but because, in a way he rarely admitted even to himself, he liked it.
He liked it when Yoongi cared enough to be affected. When distance and duty made their meetings rare, even fleeting emotions like that felt more honest, more real than anything they were allowed to show in public.
Perhaps that was why Jimin understood it so clearly.
Yoongi’s jealousy was not just jealousy—it was proof. Proof of longing. Proof of attachment. Proof that, despite everything—despite borders, responsibilities, and silence—Yoongi loved him.
Deeply. Quietly. Completely.
Despite everything happening beneath the table—those quiet, hidden gestures of affection—Jimin and Yoongi never once allowed it to spill into their expressions above. Until the meeting finally came to an end, they remained exactly what the world needed them to be.
Before they realized it, the meeting had reached its end.
As the President delivered his closing remarks, Yoongi and Jimin reluctantly let their hands part beneath the table. Everyone in the room rose to their feet, the chamber soon filled with warm and thunderous applause.
Afterward, the President invited the diplomats to continue touring the vast and magnificent palace. And amid the elegant procession, Yoongi found himself seized by a quiet idea—to gently pull Jimin away from the crowd, if only for a fleeting moment alone together, while they still could.
“Come on! Let’s go take a look around. I heard the outdoor grounds are beautiful. He has sixteen cats, you know,” Taehyung chimed in.
“Sixteen? Isn’t that crazy?” Jungkook replied in disbelief.
“If you ever became president, you’d probably end up the same way, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin answered with a teasing smile.
Jimin glanced toward Yoongi—knowing well just how much he loved cats. Yet from such a simple conversation, Jimin found himself thinking of the man beside him; his lover, so close within reach, and still impossibly far away.
Yoongi caught the look in Jimin’s eyes and could only offer a small, shy smile before lowering his head, bashfully hiding his expression.
The diplomats poured out of the meeting hall in waves. The atmosphere quickly turned crowded and stifling, the air thick with noise and bodies until it felt impossible to breathe freely.
Amid the restless commotion, Yoongi searched for his lover, closing his hand firmly around Jimin’s wrist before pulling him gently out of the crowd. With practiced ease, they slipped away from the others, and Yoongi quickened his pace—eager to avoid anyone who might notice them or call them back.
Jimin looked utterly startled, too stunned to say a single word. He could barely keep up with Yoongi, whose steps were now swift and unwavering as he led them toward a deserted corridor—one so secluded that not even a CCTV camera watched over it.
Several times, Jimin tried to pull his hand free from Yoongi’s grasp, but every attempt proved useless. Yoongi’s hold was firm and unyielding, leaving him with no choice but to surrender to where Yoongi was taking him.
The moment they reached the dark, deserted corridor, Yoongi cornered Jimin without hesitation. He pressed Jimin’s back gently against the wall, planting both hands beside his head, caging his smaller lover within the warmth of his body.
Jimin stared into Yoongi’s eyes—heavy-lidded, serious, and aching with something unspoken. The intensity in Yoongi’s gaze, the way he looked at him with quiet intimidation, sent a strange flutter curling deep in Jimin’s stomach, light and dizzying like the brush of wings.
But beneath that thrill, countless emotions tangled inside him at once. Anxiety gripped him tightly. They should not have been doing this here, not now. Every faint sound in the distance made Jimin fear that someone might suddenly appear and catch them together.
“Ya! Hyung! What was that all about? We’re still in the palace, and with our positions, no less, love. Why couldn’t you just wait?” Jimin whispered, his eyes darting anxiously down the corridor.
Yoongi smirked, his gaze fixed directly on his lover’s eyes. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he looked at Jimin with such quiet intimidation that it made him feel small, helpless, and entirely at Yoongi’s mercy.
“My love, how am I supposed to act normal when I have to watch everyone else’s attention linger on you?” he murmured softly. “And right now, I want that attention for myself.”
“Can’t we just wait? We can do this back at the hotel,” Jimin replied under his breath.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Yoongi said with a low chuckle. “Don’t you like the thrill of almost getting caught? Jimin… we’ve hidden like this so many times before, haven’t we?”
It was true. This was far from the first time they had stolen moments for themselves in the fragile spaces between duty and work.
Jimin let out a quiet sigh, avoiding the intensity of Yoongi’s gaze. But that only seemed to irritate him further—because at this moment, Yoongi wanted nothing more than Jimin’s complete attention.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, my love,” Yoongi murmured, his voice low and firm. “It’s rude not to.”
His hand rose to grasp Jimin’s chin, gently but insistently forcing him to lift his head and meet his eyes again. Their breaths collided in the narrow space between them, mingling into one trembling rhythm.
Jimin could only part his lips soundlessly, unable to form a single word. By now, they both understood exactly what the other wanted. And yet, beneath the longing that pulled him closer, Jimin still could not shake the anxiety curling tightly in his chest—the fear of being discovered here, like this.
Every so often, Jimin still glanced nervously around the corridor, making sure no one had seen what they were doing. Seeing the unease lingering on his lover’s face, Yoongi softened slightly, offering him quiet reassurance.
“Don’t worry about them, Jimin-ah,” he whispered gently. “I’ll be careful. You just need to stay quiet and be good for me. Understood?”
Jin nodded slowly. Relief finally eased some of the tension from his chest, and he lifted his gaze back to Yoongi with soft, wistful eyes.
The truth is simple: he had missed this side of Yoongi terribly—the possessive affection, the jealousy hidden beneath calm composure. The attention of everyone else might belong to Jimin, but Jimin’s attention had belonged only to Yoongi alone.
And perhaps, Yoongi simply needed to hear that truth again—without words.
“Y–Yoongi… Hy–ung…”
“Hm? What is it, my love? Tell me. Do you need my attention?” Yoongi asked softly, his voice dipping into something almost teasing as he leaned in closer.
“Y–Yess.. Ple—ase…”
“Ahh… That’s it... I love it when you beg, my love.”
Yoongi broke the distance between them. Now, Yoongi connected their lips with his head tilted, giving himself ample access to Jimin's plump lips. His hands shifted, gently gripping Jimin's slender waist. The meeting of their lips deepened and intensified. Their breaths became ragged. Their eyes closed, savoring every touch.
“Mmpphh—”
Jimin quickly responded to Yoongi's fondling tempo. Yoongi was reluctant to let go of their lips meeting. He pushed his head forward even more, forcing Jimin to continue fondling him until Jimin ran out of breath. Jimin reflexively put both hands around Yoongi's neck, occasionally stroking his mane from behind and tugging gently.
Yoongi let out a low groan, overwhelmed by the stimulation he’d created. He is struggling to steady himself as the weight of the moment settles over him. The closeness, the stolen attention, the way Jimin looked at him while their lips intertwined—everything felt overwhelming.
Having Jimin’s focus all to himself, even for a brief moment, felt like something dangerously precious, something he could never afford to lose. Like a reward he had to keep hidden away from the world. Because as much as he loved Jimin, there were truths about them that could never be spoken aloud.
While bringing their lips together, Yoongi occasionally took the opportunity to touch Jimin's skin. Yoongi easily unbuttoned the suit Jimin was wearing, messing up his neatly tucked-in shirt, and put his hand inside it, touching the hidden tattoo on Jimin's ribs. The touch of Yoongi's veined hand on his skin made Jimin break the kiss only to moan—a melodious moan only for Yoongi's ears. He lifted his head, his eyes met the ceiling of the dark alley, making Yoongi’s lips curve into a faint, knowing smile, as his lover stood there looking dangerously irresistible.
“Haahh… Hyung… Mmhhh—” Jimin sighed softly.
“You love it, don’t you, Jimin-ah?”
“Yes—Hahh…”
“Be patient, my love. Make sure no one else hears your beautiful moan.”
Yoongi gripped Jimin's slender waist through his shirt while planting kisses on Jimin's exposed neck, making him moan softly again and close his eyes. Occasionally, Yoongi nibbled on Jimin's neck in a fit of excitement, making Jimin bite his lower lip, enduring the mingled pain and pleasure.
“Ahh—Yoongi-ah…”
“I’m here, my love,” Yoongi murmured, tilting his head up to meet Jimin’s gaze, watching him with quiet satisfaction as his lover struggled beneath the weight of his presence.
Jimin could only surrender, surrendering complete control to Yoongi. His body seemed to follow wherever Yoongi took him. He felt as though Yoongi’s touch and gaze had cast an unspoken spell over him—and he surrendered to it willingly, as if it were the only truth he had ever known. Jimin tilted his head back, allowing Yoongi access to his neck. Several times, Jimin asked Yoongi not to give him a hickey, considering they were still in public—and Yoongi understood. He just wanted to tease Jimin and make him tingle with excitement.
In the midst of everything, the sharp sound of approaching footsteps suddenly echoed down the corridor—steady, deliberate, and growing closer with every second.
Without hesitation, Yoongi tightened his grip on Jimin’s hand and quickly led him toward a restroom at the far end of the hall. Though their movements were urgent, there was no trace of panic in the way they walked—only precision, as if they had done this before.
They slipped inside just in time, pulling the door shut behind them.
Breathless and silent, they squeezed into a single narrow stall meant for one. The space was tight, almost suffocating, yet neither of them moved away.
Inside that small enclosure, they stayed perfectly still, listening. Waiting. Until at last, the footsteps faded down the corridor, no longer searching for them.
“Phew… almost,” Jimin exhaled in relief as the sound of footsteps finally faded away, disappearing down the corridor.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” Yoongi murmured, his eyes resting on Jimin with a calm, unreadable intensity.
“It is. We’ve almost gotten used to this, haven’t we?” Jimin whispered back, a faint, uneasy smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes, my love. Now, where we’re we?” Yoongi said quietly while he sat on the closed toilet and patted his own thigh, signaling Jimin to sit on his lap.
Jimin understood, and he moved as Yoongi wished. He sat facing him on his lap, slipping his arms around Yoongi’s neck, fingers gently threading through his hair in a soft attempt to ease the longing between them. Yoongi’s strong hand settled carefully at Jimin’s back, steadying him with quiet assurance.
Their eyes met. Slowly, their foreheads came together, and a warm silence wrapped itself around them, soft and unbroken. A small smile appeared on Jimin’s lips, and Yoongi let out a quiet, breathless chuckle at the sight of his lover—so close, so beautiful, and entirely his in this hidden, fleeting moment.
“I miss this. I miss you, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I miss you too, Yoongi hyung… I just wish we could always be like this, without having to hide,” Jimin replied.
“Me too, sweetheart,” Yoongi murmured gently. “Let’s just… savor this moment, okay?”
Jimin nodded quietly. The silence between them grew heavier, yet somehow intimate, wrapping around them like something fragile and unspoken. Yoongi, unable to endure the distance any longer, slowly closed the space between them once again.
He brought his face closer to Jimin’s, recapturing his plump, reddened lips, kissing his lover without leaving any space between them. Longing and affection dominated Yoongi’s actions entirely. Jimin squeezed Yoongi’s nape again, savoring the love his lover was showering upon him.
Moans and groans mingled together, filling the bathroom, which was too small for the two of them. Their eyes were both closed. Yoongi’s hands roamed, searching for any opportunity to touch Jimin’s skin he could. The stimulation caused Jimin’s body to writhe on top of Yoongi, causing their cocks to accidentally rub together beneath their trousers.
This naturally made Yoongi uneasy. The indirect contact of their cocks made Yoongi let out a low moan. He grabbed Jimin’s waist from under his shirt, roughly caressing Jimin’s soft lips as a release, and let his lover savor the sensation.
Their kissing broke apart when Jimin threw his head back and moaned softly at the friction between their cocks, which frustrated him as well. Yoongi could only support Jimin’s body with his hand, watching his lover look so sexy above him. His gaze was sharp and full of passion, watching Jimin as he deliberately thrust his hips forward and backward, causing their cocks to collide.
“Ughh… Jimin-ah… “ Yoongi murmured softly, his gaze lingering on him. “You’re so needy, aren't you.”
“You said that you want my attention. I’m just here… giving it to you.”
“You know what you’re doing, hm?” Yoongi whispered, his voice barely steady.
Jimin opened his mouth, teasing Yoongi by moaning while thrusting his hips on top of him, making their cocks meet.
“I know, love. You love it, right?”
“Yes—Uhhh… You really do know what I love,” Yoongi murmured. “I will make you remember that you’re completely mine, Jimin-ah,” He said again in a low voice.
Their lips met again and their breaths were ragged from the deep, rough kisses. In between the kisses, Yoongi unzipped his own pants. The sound of his belt unzipping could be heard. Without breaking their lips apart, Yoongi lowered his pants slightly, revealing his now erect cock. Jimin noticed this. Taking the initiative, Jimin grabbed the shaft, pumping it at a slow tempo, in time with their kisses.
Yoongi let out a moan as Jimin pumped his cock. The touch of Jimin’s supple fingers on his penis brought him the pleasure he’d been longing for. Jimin’s hand moved skillfully up and down, occasionally playing with the base of Yoongi’s penis, giving him a ticklish sensation.
“Uhhh—baby…You’re so good… Keep going, angel,” Yoongi groaned as he closed his eyes, enjoying Jimin’s skillful hand play on his cock.
Jimin bit his lower lip as his hand stroked Yoongi’s cock, trying to seduce him relentlessly. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction at his beautiful lover. He brushed Jimin’s messy hair, gently stroking his cheek with his thumb, as if praising him for his handwork that was driving Yoongi wild.
“Am I doin’ good, hyung?” Jimin asked in a low, trembling whisper.
“So good, baby,” Yoongi let out a soft breath, his voice warm.
The sight of Yoongi’s helpless gaze filled Jimin with joy. He also received praise after praise from his lover. Jimin leaned in closer, planting another kiss on Yoongi’s cheek and lips. Yoongi stroked Jimin’s cheek again, then touched Jimin’s plump bottom lip.
“Open your mouth, my love,” Yoongi ordered in a low tone.
Jimin opened his mouth without knowing what Yoongi wanted to do. He inserted two fingers for Jimin to suck—like sucking his penis off. Jimin understood. He closed his mouth and sucked Yoongi’s long fingers deliciously. His eyes closed, enjoying Yoongi’s hand in his mouth. The warmth of Jimin’s mouth and the stimulation of his penis pumping made Yoongi tilting his head back, moaning in his low, sexy voice, and looking back at Jimin.
“Uhhh—Fuck, Jimin-ah. They can only see you. But only I can feel you like this,” Yoongi let out a groan as he looked at Jimin who was enjoying his time.
Jimin smiled as he sucked Yoongi’s finger harder. His head bobbed up and down, enjoying Yoongi’s finger inside his mouth. Yoongi, impatient, simply removed his finger and asked Jimin to kneel on the floor.
“Why don’t you kneel down and suck my cock, hm? I need the warmth of your mouth on my cock,” Yoongi said firmly.
Without further thought, Jimin immediately sat down on the bathroom floor, kneeling. Luckily, the bathroom door was closed all the way down, preventing anyone from seeing the other person's feet inside. He used one hand to reach for Yoongi's already erect penis. He slowly stroked it again while licking the base of Yoongi's cock, making his entire body tremble from the play of his lover's tongue.
Gently, Yoongi stroked Jimin's blonde mane and tied it with his hands, making it easier for Jimin to suck Yoongi’s cock. Slowly, Jimin began to take Yoongi's erect cock into his mouth, giving it the warmth Yoongi craved. This made Yoongi throw his head back, his eyes widened, and let out a groan full of pleasure. Jimin grinned at Yoongi's expression from below. Feeling used to it, Jimin started moving his head up and down, massaging Yoongi's cock with his mouth. Yoongi's mouth never closed. He continued to moan and give praise to his lover.
“Such a good boy… Fuck, Jimin-ah. You’re taking me good, my love. Ahh—just like that,” Yoongi squirmed violently as he tightened his grip on Jimin’s long hair.
Jimin continued to move his head, devouring Yoongi's cock. He didn't forget to use his tongue to lick Yoongi's veiny shaft, making him moan again from the ticklish sensation. Yoongi's gaze focused on Jimin, who had his eyes closed and his head bobbing. The sight was simply beautiful to him, watching Jimin devour his cock with such pleasure.
“Look at me, Jimin-ah. Look at me while you eat my cock well,” Yoongi said firmly, his voice low and unwavering.
Jimin couldn't help but open his eyes and look at Yoongi, who was staring at him intimidatingly. Meanwhile, Yoongi noticed Jimin's eyes were glazed and watery, as if he were exhausted. However, Yoongi really liked how exhausted Jimin looked just from sucking his cock.
Yoongi showered his lover with praise, who accepted it graciously. Simultaneously, Yoongi assisted Jimin by moving his hips back and forth. He sought Jimin's mouth, causing him to choke as his cock suddenly entered him completely, leaving him no room to breathe.
“Uhhkk—” Jimin choked out in a cough because of Yoongi’s thrust.
“I’m sorry, my love. I just can’t take it anymore. I love you, Jimin-ah.”
Jimin returned his gaze to Yoongi's, as if in response to Yoongi's declaration of love, and smiled. He sank back down to pump Yoongi's cock with his mouth. The sound of Jimin's breathing and the licks he was giving Yoongi's cock collided. His breathing became heavy, panting, and irregular. Yoongi then showed his affection by gently stroking Jimin's cheek, looking down at him as he panted beneath him.
“That’s it. Just like that, love. Uhhh—You’re so beautiful.”
Jimin's mouth was filled with Yoongi's cock, he massaged it with his small lips skillfully. His head moved wildly, looking for Yoongi's release with his service. He grabbed Yoongi's cock and massaged it while licking the base of his lover's cock.
Every now and then he looked at Yoongi from below, seeing his lover's reaction which was exactly what he expected. Yoongi raised his head, closed his eyes, and moaned in a low, low voice. Jimin seemed to be greedily eating a tasteless lollipop. Feeling that his release was almost here, Yoongi took over again. He stomped his waist, searching for the presence of his lover's mouth at a fast pace. Jimin couldn't do anything, surrendering himself completely to Yoongi.
“Mmmhh—Mmphhh!”
“I’m almost there, my love. Be good while I fuck your mouth.”
He thrust his hips while tying Jimin's hair and squeezing tightly, making his head unable to move anywhere except to suck Yoongi's cock that was about to go pale. The thrusts were fast, sharp, piercing deep into Jimin's small mouth until he coughed again. Yoongi grinned as he looked down, seeing his tiny lover looking a complete mess because of it.
After a few sharp thrusts from Yoongi, he held Jimin's head until his mouth devoured his entire cock. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned as his cum shot poured into Jimin's sweet mouth. Jimin choked on Yoongi's thick, white fluid cum. Without hesitation, Jimin swallowed his cum and pulled Yoongi's now wet cock from his mouth.
“You’re the best, my love. Now pull your pants down. Let me prep you first before I fuck that pretty tight hole of yours.”
Jimin chuckled. He stood up and did as Yoongi had instructed—unbuckling his own pants and placing them on the floor. They switched positions, with Jimin now bent down and raising his butt. He used both hands to grip the toilet to stabilize himself. Meanwhile, Yoongi was in Jimin's original position. He propped himself on his knees, taking Jimin's plump bum and bringing his hole close to his mouth. Without asking, Yoongi immediately licked around Jimin's hole, making the owner let out another high-pitched moan for Yoongi to hear.
“Mmphhh—Slurppp…. It’s been a while… It’s getting tighter, my love.”
“Aahhh—Yoongi hyung…. Mmhhh it’s so good.”
“Be patient, Jimin-ah.”
Jimin bit his lower lip to hold back his moans. However, Yoongi continued to probe his hole with his tongue. His movements were wild and erratic, forcing Jimin to hold on to the toilet seat tightly. Seeing his lover holding back his moans, Yoongi, without warning, immediately inserted a finger into Jimin's tight hole, causing him to reflexively scream and roll his eyes back.
“AAHHH! Haahh fuck. Yoongi hyung…”
“Watch your language, Jimin,” Yoongi said sternly.
Yoongi slapped Jimin's curvy bum, making his body tremble. Instantly, tears flowed down Jimin's cheeks. Not because he was in pain, but because his own desire was aroused and he wanted to be fulfilled by his lover. He bit his lip again, allowing Yoongi to play with his hole with his long fingers. Yoongi thrust his hands back and forth, opening easy access for his later entry.
He added two fingers to Jimin's hole opening, which was still tight due to Yoongi's lack of use. Jimin could only moan, scream loudly, and obey Yoongi's commands. Tears welled up in his eyes again. His cheeks were wet from the tears that continued to fall. The hand play of his lover's hands was truly pleasurable. Yoongi's fingers reached Jimin's pleasure point, making him open his mouth and sigh in relief.
“Ohhh God… Aahhh—”
“Good job for taking my fingers, my love. Your hole is now prepped. Come here. Sit on my lap.”
Yoongi removed his fingers from Jimin's hole and returned to his original position. He sat on the toilet seat and patted his own thigh, gesturing for Jimin to sit on his lap. The smaller one understood and obeyed his lover's command. He looked up at Yoongi with a weary, dazed gaze. His eyes shimmered with tears drawn from the cries he had let out while Yoongi’s fingers relentlessly worked him apart. Yoongi gently brushed away the lingering tears staining Jimin’s cheeks, pressing a fleeting kiss against his swollen lips. His hand then moved to Jimin’s blonde hair, stroking it softly in a quiet attempt to soothe him.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. Don’t cry. I’m here… Hyung’s right here,” Yoongi whispered, resting their foreheads together once more, giving his lover a moment to calm down.
Jimin felt utterly overwhelmed by everything around him. The tenderness in Yoongi’s touch, the warmth in his voice—it made him feel so deeply loved that he wished this moment between them would never come to an end.
Jimin looked into Yoongi’s eyes once again, giving a small nod as if to assure him that he was finally calm. Yoongi smiled back at his beloved, gently caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb—drawing a soft smile from Jimin in return.
“Now ass up, pretty angel. I’ll take you to heaven where you belong.”
Jimin lifted his ass up, positioning his hole to meet the tip of Yoongi's cock. Yoongi then rubbed the base of his cock up and down Jimin's hole, teasing him mercilessly, until Jimin had to moan and groan again.
“Yoongi hyung… Please… Don’t tease me…”
“You look so pretty when you beg, my love.”
Yoongi kissed his lover's neck while asking Jimin to lower his bottom, allowing Yoongi's cock to enter him. Jimin's mouth opened wide, his breath hitching, and then he groaned as he felt Yoongi's entire shaft enter him. The cock felt like it was filling his own hole, and Yoongi continued kissing Jimin's neck, constantly giving him affection.
“Haaahhh—Mmhhh hyung…”
“God…” Yoongi cupped Jimin’s chin, gently forcing their eyes to meet. Jimin looked back at him with a fragile, pleading gaze, as though silently begging mercy from his lover. “You’re so beautiful like this. Take the lead, baby.”
Jimin began to move his body once he felt comfortable with Yoongi's cock inside him. His body moved up and down, massaging Yoongi's cock perfectly. His cock felt like it was clamped perfectly, fitting perfectly into Jimin's hole. Yoongi's hands didn't stay still, cupping Jimin's curvy bum, helping him move and satisfying his own cock.
“Eunghh… Yoongi… Touch mine… Uhhh—” Jimin was rambling and asked Yoongi to play with his cock too.
“Say please, my love.”
“Please—Uhhh… Please touch me.”
“Good boy. I’ll make you feel good.”
Yoongi used one hand to grab Jimin's already erect cock. As Jimin moved his body, Yoongi moved with him, pumping Jimin's cock at the same pace as Jimin's movements. It felt insane. Both of his sensitive organs were being touched so well, leaving him overwhelmed with the pleasure he was receiving. Jimin continued to moan loudly, letting out sweet moans that Yoongi loved—like music to his ears.
Jimin's body bounced on top of Yoongi, making him grin, giving Jimin an intimidating look. While jerking Jimin's cock, Yoongi grabbed Jimin's neck and brought his face closer to his. He gave a deep kiss. Their tongues met, messing up each other's mouths. The sound of their skin meeting and their kissing filled the toilet stall. Not long after, Yoongi broke away from the kiss. His hands still gripped Jimin's neck perfectly, trying to find Jimin's eyes. He smiled when Jimin gave him a tired, sweaty expression, and he kept opening his mouth and letting out gasps.
“I love you, Jimin-ah. You’re doing so good. You’re taking me well,” Yoongi kissed Jimin's neck again, causing him to reflexively tilt his head, giving him more access to touch him. He let out moans after moans. His eyes fluttered open, unable to cope with the sensation.
“I love—you… too… Yoongi hyung… Ahhh yess… I’m taking you well.”
“You are, my love. Keep going.”
Their foreheads rested together once more. Jimin was still moving, looking for Yoongi’s release which felt almost close. Yoongi’s hands were also still busy giving Jimin a hand job until his pre-cum came out. He was starting to feel like Jimin was also going to cum soon.
Yoongi's cock pierced Jimin's sweet spot, making him moan loudly. Their bodies were already sticky with sweat, but they were reluctant to let go of each other until they were both pale. Jimin's eyes focused on Yoongi's, watching his lover who also continued to moan lowly, enjoying the massage Jimin's hole was giving him on his cock. Yoongi's hand job was getting faster, making Jimin inevitably speed up his body movements. Jimin's legs were shaking violently. He felt Yoongi's cock rising and falling, growing bigger, and looking like it would soon be pale.
“Yoongi hyung… Uhhhmm…”
“I’m almost there, baby. Together, okay?”
“Hyungg… Uhhh—I can’t…”
“Cum with me, my love. Be patient.”
The tempo of their play quickened. Their panting breaths collided, moans and groans dominated the room. Yoongi continued to pump Jimin's cock rapidly, sending shivers down Jimin's spine. Jimin also enjoyed bouncing his ass up and down on Yoongi. Yoongi also didn't forget to plant kisses on Jimin's slender neck, which was exposed only for him. Their passion was feverish. They were both near the end of their sanity.
Their cocks swelled and contracted. Jimin felt Yoongi's cock harden even more inside him.
“Uhhh fuck I’m gonna cum!” Jimin shouted.
“Cum for me, baby. I’ll make your hole full with my cum.”
After a few pumps and thrusts, they both finally came. Jimin's fluids stained Yoongi's shirt. Meanwhile, Yoongi's semen entered Jimin's hole completely. Jimin finally stopped moving. His body stilled, allowing Yoongi's cock to penetrate his hole first. They were both breathing heavily, but there were smiles of relief on both of their faces. Yoongi pulled Jimin's face closer again and kissed him all over his face again.
“Ughhh,” Yoongi groaned as he kissed Jimin's cheeks and forehead alternately. “Uhhh thank you, my love. I miss you. I miss this. You’re so good… God.”
Jimin couldn’t stop smiling. He brushed back Yoongi’s damp hair, caressed the cheek he had missed so dearly, and gently pressed a kiss to it as well.
“I love you too, hyung. I really miss this. And I miss you.”
They melted into each other’s embrace, sharing the warmth they had both longed for far too long. After a while, Yoongi glanced at his wristwatch and realized they had been away from the others for quite some time. But this time, he let it happen—just to keep his little lover in his arms a little longer.
Jimin buried his face in Yoongi’s shoulder, breathing in his scent while he still could. Neither of them knew when they would meet again with how relentless their schedules had become. So whenever they were given even the smallest chance, neither of them would waste it—they would always find their way back to each other.