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“Jimin? Jimin, babe.” A thunk lands on the pink-haired individual, drawing him out of his stupor. He looks up in surprise towards the source of the offending hand that hit him. A bright smile takes the place of his offended scowl, lips curving upwards upon the sight of his boyfriend, Yoongi. The black-haired male reciprocates the gesture, his signature gummy smile appearing on his face. “Thought I lost you there. You’ve been out of it a lot lately.”

Jimin grimaces slightly, the weight of the other’s words hitting him. While they don’t seemingly hold deep meaning to any passerby in the small cafe the two are currently studying in- or even to Yoongi himself- the words sear a pain across the pinkhead’s heart. Those innocent words are a reminder of the secret he’s been hiding from Yoongi for the entirety of their relationship, both platonic and romantic. The secret he’s deathly afraid to tell. The secret that might crush the budding relationship that’s developed over the past two years once it’s revealed.

Now, he’s not an awful person. It’s not like he’s killed a person, or one of the other horrendous ideas your mind is currently fabricating. In fact, the secret isn’t even something Jimin did. It’s more complicated than that. Jimin isn’t some compulsive liar. He doesn’t get a kick out of blatantly lying to his boyfriend. He understands the value of an open and honest relationship; he even desperately wants one with Yoongi. However, this one problem has been standing in the way of him being a completely honest boyfriend, and it’s truthfully tearing Jimin apart. If Jimin could change this one aspect of himself, he definitely would in order to advance his and Yoongi’s relationship. Sadly, Jimin can’t alter this part of himself, and he has no idea in hell how to tell Yoongi without ruining their relationship.

You see, for the past three years of his life Jimin’s been hiding the fact that he’s an alien from a distant planet. The pink-haired extraterrestrial has been hiding this not only from Yoongi— his very much human boyfriend, but the entirety of the small American town he’d been sent to by his home people.

It’s not like Jimin volunteered to be the representative of his home people to come study the Earth and its species ways. In fact, he would have been fine spending the rest of his 2,000 year existence back on his home planet contributing to their society by studying the stars and atmosphere. But no. It’s just his luck that his people enjoyed studying the universe and its other inhabitants, and that of all the young on his planet, Jimin was the one chosen to come to the far away Earth. At most, Jimin expected to stay the standard 100 years on the planet, study the habits of its ruling species with minimal social contact, and then get the hell out of there. But no, he just had to go and fall in love with a human. It’s not common that one of his people sent to a foreign planet end up falling in love with a inhabitant of said planet, but it’s not at all unheard of. Since his people value the attraction of one’s soul to another greatly, and believed in one only having a single true love, Jimin was now stuck on Earth for the rest of his life.

It’s not as if Jimin hates Earth—in fact he’s grown to love it and it’s occupants despite their flaws—and it’s not like he regrets having Yoongi be his destined one. (He truly loves the stoic human with all his soul and couldn’t imagine possibly being fated to anyone else. It’s no wonder the universe drew to them to each other.) Being destined to a human, however, has just proven to be a very complicated circumstance. It’s quite exhausting hiding a huge part of yourself from someone you love and spend a majority of your time with. Jimin’s secret has also hindered the alien from advancing his relationship, not only mentally but physically.

Hiding the fact that he comes from another planet for the past three years has been a task Jimin’s found fairly easy. The form of his people closely resembles that of humans- two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes, all the works. All except for a few minor differences such as his hair naturally carrying the soft hue of a peony (which the alien can easily pass off as being dyed or wear a wig if needed), Jimin appears to be as human as anyone else. With only a few close calls, Jimin has managed to hide the fact from every individual in the small town he’d relocated to. It’s fairly easy for Jimin to blend in with the general public and to not alert strangers of his differences.

However, one of the rather obvious differences between Jimin’s people and humans is found in a quite... intimate area of the body. You see this, for lack of better terms, difference in the appearance of genitals has hindered Jimin and Yoongi from advancing their relationship’s intimacy. Yoongi’s been great about waiting—he’s just been assuming Jimin’s just not ready to take the next step in their physical relationship. The black-haired human respects Jimin’s wish to not go any further than making out and the occasional bout of heavy petting, but Jimin himself can only pretend to be hesitant towards intimacy for so long. He’s been on edge—literally—for the past two years of their relationship, eagerly anticipating the moment he can finally be intimate with the human he loves. In fact, Jimin’s surprised he’s lasted this long, considering his people are quite fast to consummate their relationships once finding their destined love. Jimin’s just afraid of what will happen once Yoongi sees his rather peculiar looking nether regions and the secret of his identity is exposed.

Jimin doesn’t fear Yoongi will tell their town about his secret, Jimin knows the senior would never purposely do anything that could harm him. No, what he’s most afraid about is the rejection of the other. Jimin can’t stand the thought of Yoongi being weirded out by him or even afraid of him. Anxiety rises in his chest imagining the mortified look dawning his pale face upon finding out the truth. And while it greatly pains the alien to hide his true self from his lover, the idea of the two of them being separated hurts even more.

“Jiminie,” Yoongi’s soft voice pulls the other out of his stupor. Jimin looks back at the other’s concerned face, Yoongi stares worriedly with his small pink lips jutted out absentmindedly in a pout (a habit of Yoongi’s that made Jimin’s heart flutter).  “Are you okay? Seriously okay?” He asks, gently reaches across the small wooden table and grasps the pink-haired boy’s hand, rubbing circles on it in a soothing manner.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin shakes his head and runs his unoccupied hand through his hair. He sighs slowly, “Yeah Yoongi, I’m fine. Just kinda stressed lately.” Which isn’t exactly a lie, he has been stressed about hiding his secret.

Yoongi squeezes his hand and his mouth morphs into a gentle smile. “Alright, is it school? I know how stressful it is preparing for admission exams.” Jimin’s not really stressed about college entrance exams though, when he arrived on Earth three years ago his intelligence level was already well above that of a high school Sophomore. However, for appearances sake, Jimin nods in agreement at Yoongi’s words.

“Yeah the SAT is gonna kick my ass, babe. Don’t know how you did so well.” He jokes, turning the conversation towards Yoongi and his questionable academic standing. Not that Yoongi isn't smart, by no means is the 20 year old stupid. He’s currently enrolled in their local university and even offered to help Jimin study, hence why they’re currently at the coffee shop. Jimin just enjoys pulling at the other’s nerves, and riling his boyfriend up proves to be a good method of deferring the conversation from Jimin’s recent odd behavior.

“Hey, what the hell babe,” Yoongi scoffs. “If you want to doubt the level of genius currently occupying this cafe, then you can find someone else to help you study.” He leans back in his chair arrogantly, crossing his hands and laying them behind his head.

“Genius? Did Namjoon walk in?” Jimin counters, mentioning the two’s ridiculously smart friend. He dramatically turns around in his chair, looking towards the cafe’s entrance. “Hmm, I guess I’ll have to find someone else then. Don’t see any geniuses around.”

Yoongi promptly flicks his boyfriend's forehead, scrunching his face up in distaste at the mention of the younger male. Yoongi always has had a complex about being compared to others, especially his younger friend. “Shut up, you ungrateful brat. You’re lucky I even spend time with you at all, much less help you. Call Namjoon next time you need help.” He crosses his arm across his chest in frustration, turning away from the other as his pout returns to his face.

“Aww is my little Yoongi jealous, hmm?” Jimin taunts, leaning towards the other with a smirk. He’s relieved the other seems to be satisfied with the excuse for his odd behavior, not yet ready to reveal his secret yet. The alien knows he needs to sit the other down and talk soon; he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep his secret from the other. He needs to tell Yoongi the truth and soon; if not for his own sanity he should do it for the sake of their relationship and his… more carnal needs. (Sorry, okay. He’s hormonal and in love—sue him.) “Sorry, love I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

Yoongi reluctantly looks over towards the other, pout still evident on his face. “I’m not mad, my pride is hurt.”

Jimin laughs at this and takes a sip from his now cold latte, the two have been at the cafe for some time now. “Well, tell your pride I’m sorry. I don’t know if I could go on with my life knowing that the Min family pride is tarnished.” The giggling boy’s response prompting Yoongi to roll his eyes.

Yoongi chides Jimin with a playful glint in his eyes. ”My pride refuses to accept your apology. There’s no going back on this one, Park. I think this relationship is over.”

Jimin tenses after hearing Yoongi. He knows they’re just playing with each, he knows the other means nothing by the words, but Jimin can’t help the pain that resonates through his being at them. ‘This relationship is over.’ rings through the pink-head’s ears. He can’t help but imagine them being hurled at him in another context, and his anxiety returns.

Yoongi senses the others unease and clears his throat, “You know I’m just kidding, Sunshine, right?” He retakes hold of Jimin’s hands and resumes drawing soothing patterns. “Nothing could make me want this relationship to be over. Even your refusal to admit how much a genius I am.” He speaks softly, trying to lighten the sudden dark mood.

Jimin grimaces, hoping Yoongi won’t notice how forced his smile is. (He does notice, just chooses not to comment.) The younger forces an awkward chuckle, “yeah I know. I’m just playing too.” He awkwardly coughs, and removes one of his hands from Yoongi’s in order to check the time. He pulls his phone out his the pocket of his army green bomber jack—a recent birthday gift the elder gave him—and unlocks the screen. “Ah, it’s getting kinda late I think I better head home. You might not have school in the morning but I do.” Jimin moves to pack up his things as Yoongi nods.

“Right, right. Sorry forgot how early high school classes start, definitely don’t miss that bullshit.” Yoongi barks out a laugh as he moves to collect his and Jimin’s near empty cups. “Oh and babe, remember I won’t be able to pick you up tomorrow, I’ve got lecture at four.” Jimin nods. Even though he’s told Yoongi he already has the other’s schedule memorized, the dark haired college student never fails to remind the other. Jimin thinks it’s quite a cute quirk. As the elder moves to take their trash to the bin, Jimin sighs for the umpteenth time that day.

He quickly shoots a text reading ‘S.O.S, need to to talk.’ to Taehyung, his best friend and the only human who knows the truth of his existence. Taehyung’s been his confidant ever since the human found out about Jimin’s origins very early on in the alien’s adventure to the planet Earth. In fact he discovered the truth the first day Jimin arrived. The high school freshman had been wandering around in some open field on the outskirts of town—the reason why Jimin still does not know to this day—when Jimin's figure appeared in front of him with a flash of light and a loud boom.  Jimin stared at the young human with wide eyes, fearing the worst, expecting the human teenager to scream or faint then immediately run to tell the authorities about his supernatural arrival. The calibrator will allow you to land in a place where your arrival will not be seen the oracle had told Jimin before sending him on his journey. The few trips people of our kind have made to Earth have never ended in catastrophe, young one, you will arrive safely and inconspicuously. Trust fate to have the calibrator somehow fuck up on Jimin and place him in a spot currently occupied with a human.

However, to his surprise, the young human only stared in shock back at him, no sign of the expected fainting or screaming. The two were locked in a very intense staring contest for a few minutes until Jimin hesitantly reached an open hand forward as a gesture of friendliness. He awkwardly spoke to the human, “Hello, my name is Jimin.” Yeah, humans introduce themselves first right, at least that’s what the texts in the Great Library said.

He seemed to have made the right move, for the human boy spoke back. “Hi. My name’s Taehyung.”

Jimin smiles at the other and receives a hesitant yet genuine grin back. “Um so you know you just flashed out of thin air.” Taehyung stated matter of factly.

“Yeah, I do that sometimes.”

“Ok. Cool.”

And thus was how Jimin found a human confidant to help lead him on Earth.

Back in the present, Jimin quickly receives a ‘okie where r u??’ text from Taehyung, causing him to roll his eyes. After years of knowing Taehyung, he’ll never understand how he writes better than the human in his native language. ‘Just got done studying with Yoongi, should be home in 20’ he quickly send back before pocketing his phone as said boyfriend returns to the table.

“Alright you ready to go, babe?” Yoongi asks holding out his hand for the younger to take. Jimin nods and places his hand in the others grip. He returns the other’s smile, not understanding how fate decided he deserved such a caring and genuine soul to be his destined love. Yoongi was such a honest and trusting man, it pained Jimin to continue lying to the human’s face. As he exits the cafe hand in hand with Yoongi, Jimin hopes that Taehyung will be able to help him figure out how to reveal his secret soon. If not, Jimin doesn’t know how he’ll survive.

“Jin, are you here? I’m home.” Jimin calls out as he closes the door to their shared apartment. He toes off his shoes by the front door and slings his bag down, knowing but not caring that the elder alien will likely get on to him for his messiness. Jin had been sent to study the planet Earth by their council of elders earlier than Jimin, so he’s much more attuned to human ideals such as tidiness than Jimin.

As Jimin walks further into the small living room he sees the other pink haired male standing in the kitchen, appearing to be cooking something. Unlike Jimin who doesn’t exactly enjoy human food all that much, the elder found great fascination in the food of the Earth, and would alway be cooking, baking or studying recipes with in his free time. The food of the alien’s home planet is most similar to the plants here on Earth, so while Jimin could digest meat he chooses to keep his palate exclusive to vegetables and fruits for mere familiarity sake. Seokjin, on the other hand, has no qualms of eating any kind of food humans partake in, so much so that Jimin has no idea what the other will do when the time for his studies here on Earth end and he must go back to living in their, as Seokjin calls it, “dark meatless world”.

The elder turns around  upon hearing Jimin enter and smiles towards the younger, “Hello Jiminie! How’d your date go, hmm?” he greets. “How’s Yoongi been? It’s been quite some time since he’s been over.” Seokjin places his cooking utensils down and wipes his hands on his baby pink apron touting the phrase It’s always Gin o’clock in my kitchen! on the front—which the elder always seems to wear no matter who comes over, much to Jimin’s chagrin (“Please take that god awful thing off when Yoongi comes over, it's embarrassing.You look like one of those desperate closeted-alcoholic suburban moms that post badly edited memes on Facebook.” “But it’s funny, Jiminie. You get it, it says gin and my name’s Jin .”) He makes his way over to the younger and scowls at the mess of scattered objects by the front door. “Ah, Jimin, how many times do I have to tell you to not leave your bags at the front door, that’s a bad habit to pick up,” he mutters shaking his head, disappointed frown crossing his unblemished face.

“Sorry. I just can’t really be bothered today,”  Jimin sighs out in defeat as he curls up onto the couch in the living room. “Yoongi’s fine.” he voices out answering the other’s earlier question.

“Well, that tone doesn’t seem ‘fine’. Aww, Jiminie, what’s wrong?” the elder’s tone taking a more empathetic lilt upon seeing Jimin’s distressed face. “Trouble in paradise?” Jin makes his way over to the couch and plops down next to Jimin, placing a comforting arm around the other’s small shoulders. Seokjin had been assigned to be the younger’s guide here while staying Earth, helping Jimin become acclimated to life on the foreign planet, however after living with the other for three years now he’s come to the view Jimin as a younger brother of sorts.

“Kinda, I guess. Not really though,” Jimin murmurs as he leans into Seokjin's hold. “It’s more me being stupid than actual trouble.”

“Ahh don’t say that, ‘Minnie,” Jin lets the younger lean on his shoulder, reaching up and stroking Jimin’s cotton candy-colored head comfortingly. “Relationships between us and others unlike our kind our always complicated, which is why I’m kind of glad to not have found my soulmate here.”

Jimin cuts him off, “Wow, thanks for the reassurance.”

The younger feels a light smack on the head. “You didn’t let me finish,” Jin pauses and sits up straighter, causing Jimin to lean away and look at him straight in the eyes. “As I was saying, yeah relationships between our kind and others our complicated, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth the differences. Obviously you wouldn’t have been fated if your relationship wasn’t supposed to work.” He smiles softly at Jimin and reaches out to continue patting the other’s head.

“Mmm, I know that, Jin. Don’t get me wrong I love Yoongi. I wouldn’t have wanted fate to tie me to anyone else.” Jimin exhales sadly, “Sometimes, the differences between just make things complicated.”

“How so?” The other asks causing a flush to rise to Jimin’s cheeks. While Seokjin is his guide and he’s supposed to speak about his Earthly issues with him, he hasn’t exactly expressed his frustrations about the more… intimate aspects of Yoongi’s and his relationship.

“Ahh well you know,” Jimin stutters out scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. It had been quite easy coming to Seokjin for advice when Jimin first felt the pull of a soulmate from Yoongi, and the elder had been extremely helpful with explaining to him human courtship rituals and practices. However, talking to Seokjin about his current sexual frustrations was not only difficult but extremely mortifying. “Just the usual stuff that happens with relationships. Not really anything you can help me with.”

This causes the other to pout, pink lips jutting out. “What do you mean ‘I can’t help’? Of course I can. That’s what I’m here for, Jimin.”

“It’s more so a human issue. I don’t think you’d be able to really help seeing as you’re not fated to a human, no offense.”

Seokjin scoffs, “I might not be fated to a human, but I’ve been here for almost nine years, Jimin. I’m pretty sure I understand the gist of human relationships,” He stares at the other and then smirks, a knowing glint rising in his eyes. “Oh my. Are you blushing, Minnie? Are you embarrassed?” He reaches out and pinches one of Jimin’s flushed cheeks. “Aww you don’t need to be shy Jimin; we’re basically brothers.”

“That’s exactly why I need to be shy, Jin!” Jimin cries as he stands up off the couch. He begins making his way to his room down the hallway, needing to escape from any further embarrassment. “I am not going to talk to you about my sex life.”

“But why not?” Jin hollers questioningly, pout obvious through his voice. “I’m here for you no matter what Jimmminie. Tell big brother what’s wrong?” He teases as he trails the other to his room. “Has Yoongi not been satisfied lately? Have things been a bit tame in the bedroom? You know that’s a common issue a lot of couples have. It’s perfectl-”

“Dear God no. Nothing like that! Stop, stop, stop. Please” Jimin turns around in his doorway blocking the other’s entry into his bedroom. “Look, Tae should be on his way over soon to talk with me. When he gets here, tell him I’m in my room.”

“Alright, Minnie.” Seokjin relents with a coy smile. “I get it. You don’t want to talk to big bro about your shmexy times, I’m not cool enough. Just remember, you can always talk to me. I’m not judging, it’s kind of my job to listen to you.”

“Thanks, Jin,” Jimin sighs out softly. “It’s just embarrassing okay?”

“Nah, I get it. Just remember that erectile dysfunction is completely normal in humans though not at Yoongi’s age-”

The door promptly closes in the elder’s face.

Around thirty minutes passes until Jimin’s rambunctious human friend’s voice infiltrates into the apartment waking him from his stressed stupor. Outside his bedroom door, he can hear Taehyung’s greetings to his brother.

Hey, Jin! Ooh, what were you making? It smells great in here! His friend’s loud voice filters through the walls. He can’t quite hear Seokjin’s reply but Jimin assumes he probably just directed the younger towards his room since he hears Taehyung’s tentative knock not too long after.

“Jiminie, I’m here alright.” Taehyung calls out then proceeds to walk into the room. He pauses at the sight of Jimin’s slumped form cocooned under his covers and lets out a sigh. “Aww, Minnie, I hate seeing you like this.” The usually chipper brunet’s face forms a pout as he makes his over to the Jimin shaped lump of blankets. Taehyung was the first person Jimin encountered on Earth that really displayed just how complex humans can be. Jimin’s first human friend usually displays a happy-go-lucky demeanor in public, however, in private, with those he’s extremely close to a more serious, profound Taehyung comes forth. Jimin’s extremely grateful that for whatever reason fate decided for Taehyung to be the human he met on the day he landed on Earth.

Taehyung sits on the edge of the bed and starts patting where he assumes Jimin’s head is located underneath the covers. “Don’t you think that maybe it’s time you finally tell Yoongi the truth.”

A strange high pitched whining noise radiates from under the covers.

“I’m serious. This isn’t healthy for you to keep feeling this way, Jimin,” Taehyung sighs out. “C’mon. Get out from under there. We need to talk.” He starts pulling the covers down, or, well, attempting to. Jimin resists and grips against the fabric on top of him, distressed whines continuing to fall from his mouth as he struggles.

“No! Don’t! I don’t deserve to see the sunlight. Let me wither in my fortress of darkness.”

“First of all, this is more of a lump than a fortress. Second your window blinds are shut so no sunlight in here,” Taehyung manages to wriggle the blankets away from Jimin’s strong grip— are all aliens just gifted with unreasonable strength? “Your argument is invalid.”

Jimin’s puffy eyes make contact with Taehyung, and the alien huffs out a breath of air, making his pink bangs ruffle along his forehead. He throws a glare at the other above him that isn’t really filled with any actual malice. He sighs out, “Ugh, Tae. I really don’t know what I’m gonna do,” Jimin makes his way out of his cocoon of blankets and sits up next to his friend. He runs a hand through his pink strands, a habit he has when stressed. “It’s been three years, three fucking years that we’ve known each other. We’ve been dating for two of those. How am I just supposed to tell him all of a sudden? I can’t just go up and say ‘hey, Yoongi, babe, I’ve been hiding the fact that I’m from an alien planet and was sent here to study humans and the Earth. But it turns out, you’re actually my fated one. And now I have to live here on Earth with you or else I’ll die.’”

“I mean that sounds about exactly like what you need to say. Maybe not the whole ‘or else I’ll die’ bit. That’s a little too intense for now. Might want to save that detail for a later convo.” Taehyung states matter of factly.

Jimin whines for the umpteenth time that day, “Tae, it isn’t that simple.”

“Actually. Minnie, I think it is,.” Taehyung places a comforting hand on Jimin’s knee. “Look you love Yoongi and Yoongi loves you, heck the universe- or whatever it is that chooses your “fated one”- wants you both to love each other. I don’t think it’s healthy for you to hide such a big part of yourself from Yoongi. Especially if you want your relationship to progress healthily.”

Jimin sighs, staring at Taehyung's hand on his knee dejectedly. “I know that, Tae, but I’ve been lying to him for the past three years. It’s hard to tell the truth now. I’m- I’m just afraid.”

“Afraid of what? It’s so obvious that Yoongi is in love with you. I mean yeah, he might be shocked at first that you’ve been hiding this for so long, but I think he’ll be glad that you decided to tell him such a big secret.”

“No, Tae. It’s not that. I’m sure he’ll understand why I’ve been hiding this from him. I’m just scared that-” Jimin takes a long pause and looks into the other’s eyes. “I’m scared that he’ll reject me.”

Taehyung scoots closer to Jimin and tucks him into his side. “Jiminie, no,” He whines out as he strokes the alien’s cotton candy coloured hair. “I honestly don’t think you need to worry about that at all.”

“And why not, Tae?” Jimin’s eyes sting as he tries to keep tears at bay, however despite his efforts he can feel the wetness fall on his face. “He has every reason too! I’m a freak, I’m- I’m not normal.” Taehyung draw circles on the others back as Jimin’s tears continue to fall more steadily.

“Hey, hey, Minnie,” He calls out placing his hand beneath his friend’s chin. He stares into the other’s eyes deeply, “Yeah you know what? You’re not normal.  And guess what: I’m not normal, nor is Yoongi. Everyone on Earth is fucking weird in their own way, and to be honest, what even makes something ‘weird’?”

Jimin looks away and sighs, “Tae. you know what I mean.”

“And you know what I mean, Jimin.” Taehyung takes a deep breath and continues, “Everyone is different in their own way, and if we were all the same, life would be so fucking boring, man. I mean, could you imagine if we were all as big as a clean freak as Seokjin? Life’s so much better when things are messy.” Jimin chuckles softly at the other’s lame attempt to cheer him up. “Seriously though, Chim, we’re all different, and that makes us special. I don’t ever want to hear you say that you’re a freak ever again. You hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Good. Now that that’s settled, you really don’t need to worry about Yoongi rejecting you in my honest opinion. As I said before, fate literally planned for you both to be together. It’d be pretty fucked up of fate to plan that and have Yoongi be a massive twat. Cause that’s what he’d be if he rejected you,” Taehyung sits the other up and holds him by his shoulders. “I mean look at you. You’re a fucking sweetheart, Jimin. You’re the most genuine, caring person I’ve ever met. Plus, you’re like super hot: the whole fucking package. Heck, if we weren’t basically platonic soulmates, 10/10 would bang.”

Jimin’s face most certainly is the same shade of pink as his hair right now. The amount of compliments spewing out of Taehyung’s mouth embarrassing him greatly. “Okay, okay. I get it.” He giggles and playfully pushes the other shoulders.

“Really though, you’re awesome, Jimin. And Yoongi already knows that, and he fell in love with you. I don’t think the fact that you’re not from here will bother him. Heck, he isn’t either. His parents emigrated from South Korea when he was five.”

“Ugh, Tae,” Jimin groans out while sniffling, “Not the fucking same thing.”

“Okay. I know that was a reach, but I’m sure he can relate. Imagine how nervous he must have been when he first moved here. He must have felt different form the other kids in his class, dare I even say, alienated.” His eyebrows wriggle for emphasis.

A swift smack meets the back of Taehyung’s head. “Please stop. That is literally the worst pun I’ve heard, and I live with Seokjin—master of Dad jokes and shitty puns.”

Taehyung reaches his hand up and rubs the back of his head. He groans, “Alright alright, no more puns. But promise me, Chim, that you’ll talk to Yoongi soon.” He gave Jimin a leveling look.

Jimin nodded solemnly, wiping away the remnants of the tears on his face. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him.”

“Actually talk to him, tell him everything. Promise.” He holds out his right hand pinky to the other, a symbol of trust and promise Jimin found out early on in his stay on Earth— Why are you pointing your finger at me? Did I do something wrong? Oooh wait is this like a tiny handshake so cute! ….No, Jimin.

Jimin gripped the other’s pinky tightly with his, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I promise.”

Jimin follows through on his promise two days later. After their heart to hear,t Taehyung left, but not without first hounding Jin for food and subsequently eating dinner with the two pink haired extraterrestrials and promising to come over after school tomorrow to stand in as Yoongi as Jimin practices his reveal. Jimin decided that rather than inviting Yoongi over immediately to talk, it’d be better if he first prepared himself. Plus, Yoongi’s schedule was busy on Friday’s, much to the college student/s dismay. ‘ How the hell do two of my required courses have Friday classes, what fresh hell is this?’ Jimin remembers Yoongi groaning when registering for his classes that semester. Jimin also knew he needed an adequate amount of prep time for revealing the biggest damn secret to ever exist (probably an exaggeration, but it basically is to him), so he decided the best time to message Yoongi, telling him they needed to talk, would be Saturday afternoon. He’d like to get it over early in the morning, but alas, Yoongi is never up before 11 o’clock on a Saturday morning— that’s the only way to function, baby, I don’t understand how you can be so chipper at goddamn 8 a.m.

So here Jimin is, the small clock on his bedside table currently reads 11:30 in bright red lights and he decides now is as best time as ever to message Yoongi. He debated for a second if adding a smiley face emoji would lessen the blow on the message, not wanting the other to think he’s done something wrong. However, he decides it’d be a little too tacky. After pressing send, he hurries to the bathroom out in the hall to make sure he appears acceptable. Jimin spent hours considering whether or not he should dress up for the occasion, I might as well look my best while telling the love of my life I’m from a fucking distant planet, but decided casual clothes would be the best bet. He does put on a oversized blue sweater Yoongi gave him for his birthday last year because it’s the elder’s favorite color on Jimin. Sue him, okay? He can’t help but at least try to stack the cards in his favor.

Jimin quickly runs his hands through his hair and plays with the bangs a bit before deciding it’s as good as it’s gonna get. He glances down at his phone screen, which lights up with the notification of Yoongi’s short reply ‘okay omw’. That gives Jimin about 15 more minutes to pace awkwardly around the empty apartment—when Jimin told him of his plan, Jin graciously left the place with a smile and a encouraging ‘Good luck. I’m proud of you. About every few minutes, Jimin stops in front of some type of reflective surface, whether it be the bathroom mirror or the tiny glass shelf in the kitchenette that stores Jin’s nice dishes, and mentally pumps himself up. You can do it Jimin. Don’t back out now, for the sake of your relationship. It’s now or never.

A knock on the door pulls Jimin out of his reverie. He faintly hears Yoongi’s soft inquiry of ‘Jiminie?’ and gulps audibly. He shuffles towards the front door and awkwardly stumbles out, “Yeah, uh that’s me.” He begins unlocking the door Yoongi’s soft chuckle sounds from behind,

“Of course it’s you, idiot.” He fondly says.

“Ah, sorry. That wasn’t what I meant to say.” Jimin awkwardly smiles as he fully opens the door to expose Yoongi’s figure. The elder looks as expected when in a rush, loose sweatpants hanging around his hips and black beanie gracing the top of his likely put their to cover up untamed messy bedhead. He shifts awkwardly in front of Jimin at the door.

“Yeah I, uh, figured. So you wanted to talk?” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and eyes the other.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jimin nods, “I wanted to talk.” He steps back and gestures for the other to come in. Tense air follows the two as they make their way towards Jimin’s quaint bedroom. The same bedroom they’ve been in numerous times. The same bedroom they’ve laughed in, shared stupid idiotic stories in, watched ridiculously bad movies in for fun.

The same room Yoongi first told Jimin he liked him in two years ago after an intense match of Connect-Four (don’t ask, Jimin’s found he has an extreme love for human board games that’s as strong as his love for Yoongi). The same room that’s seen them share numerous hugs, cuddles and kisses, will now be the room where the fate of their relationship is decided. It’s actually quite fitting of a place now that Jimin thinks about it, it’s where their love affair began and now might possibly the place where it ends.

Neither Yoongi nor Jimin speak as they make their way into the room. Awkward glances are made each other’s way as they both settle on Jimin’s white bed sheets. Yoongi hesitantly sits about an arm’s length away from Jimin who is seated at the head of the bed with his legs crossed underneath him. The black-haired male lets out a long sigh.

“So.”

“So.”

“...Jimin. I don’t know what I did, but if you’re breaking up with me, I’m sorry,” Yoongi looks down at his hands crossed in his lap. “Please just make this quick. I don’t know if I can handle-”

“No!” Jimin quickly interrupts, rapidly shaking his hands at the other. “No, you have it all wrong. I- I would never. Never ever break up with you.” Jimin scoots closer to the other. “I’m sorry. I should have made my intentions clear, babe.”

“Oh, thank god,” Yoongi breathes out, “I was gonna try to be strong, but shit. That would’ve killed me, Chim,” He hesitantly smiles at the other and places a hand on the others crossed ankle. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

Jimin blushes and quietly squeaks out. “Sorry.”

“As much as I’m relieved I didn’t majorly fuck up our relationship,” Yoongi begins brushing Jimin’s bangs to the side with his hands—a stealthy way of his to caress his boyfriend’s face. “Something’s wrong, baby, hmm?” He kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose, “What’s got you all stressed out?”

“Ahh. that, yeah...” Jimin trails off. He opens his mouth again, yet nothing comes out except a croak. Fuck fuck fuck. I practiced this and everything. What the hell was I supposed to say? Yoongi must sense his inner turmoil because he pull Jimin into his arm, where the shorter boy is halfway sitting on his lap, and rubs soothing circles along his back.

“Hey, hey. Take your time, baby. There’s no rush.”

Yoongi’s gentle tone paired with his honest and heartfelt words send Jimin over the edge. “ Shit .” He cries out as tears begin falling down his face. I’ve lied to this beautiful man for the past three years. I don’t deserve this. He clutches onto the front of Yoongi’s black sweatshirt and buries his face into the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi. So, so sorry.”

Yoongi continues to rub Jimin’s back with one hand while placing the other atop his crying boyfriend’s head. He strokes the soft locks there, “Shh Jimin, baby. It’s okay,” He lets the other mumble out a repeated string of apologies for a minute, and comforts him. To be honest at this point Yoongi’s even more fucking terrified than he was when he thought the younger was going to breakup with him. Whatever is wrong obviously greatly effects Jimin—seemingly has been affecting him for a while considering the sheer amount of tears he’s producing, and Yoongi feels like beating himself up for not realizing something was bothering the younger for so long. He lets the others cries turn to small hiccups before he leans back, gripping Jimin with a hand on each of his arms. “Now that that’s out, tell me what’s wrong, baby?”

Jimin wills a fresh round of tears away from his eyes, not now Jimin! You need to tell him. The pink head sniffles and looks Yoongi straight in the eye. “Yoongi.”

“Yes, Jimin?”

“I really don’t know how to say this, I’ve practiced over and over again in my head, but nothing seems right,” His breath shakes as he wipes his nose with the back of his sweater sleeve, “No words can make up for what I did, and I’m sorry about that. I really am, but I did what I had to do in order to be with you for the short amount of time we’ve been together.”

“Jimin I-” Yoongi shakes his head, “I really have know idea what you’re talking about right now.”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.I’m really just saying what’s going through my head at the moment. I promise: I’m getting to the point. It’s just,” Jimin pauses and gathers his bearings. He mirrors his boyfriend’s earlier action of comfort by placing his hands on the other’s shoulders, holding the Yoongi an arm’s length away. “You have to believe me when I tell you what I’m about to tell you.”

“Of course, baby.”

Well, here goes nothing. “Yoongi, I’m not from here. I’m... an alien.” Silence hangs in the air. A look of confusion crosses Yoongi’s features as he takes in the other’s words. Jimin sits there, waiting for the depth of his statement to hit the other.

About thirty agonizing seconds pass before Yoongi makes to speak. He opens his mouth, and now he’s the one who’s voice fails him. Another thirty seconds pass, with Yoongi’s face taking on so many different expressions it’s hard for Jimin to count. Some are so downright hilarious and genuinely dumbfounded that Jimin would laugh if not for the given situation. Eventually, Yoongi opens his mouth again, and this time words come out. “I’m not quite sure I understand,” he begins slowly. “Are you saying you’re not from America? ‘Cause that’s a really weird way to phrase it, baby. Anyways, you know my parents brought me here when I was little too that’s no reason to-”

Jimin interrupts the other’s rambles, “No, Yoongi. That’s not what I meant.”

“Okay. now I’m really damn confused.”

Jimin lets out a sympathetic smile, understanding just how hard the situation is to grasp. He tries to explain again, this time more direct, “I meant what I said. I know it sounds crazy, but I’m an alien, like legitimately an extraterrestrial. As in /I’m not from the planet Earth.’” There’s no way to be more blunt than that. He closes his eyes waiting for the inevitable sound of Yoongi’s bewildered laughter to fill the room. However, it never comes. He cracks open a eye to look at his boyfriend who is still sitting stock still on the bed in front of him, face serious—not a grin or smirk in sight.

“Okay.” Yoongi draws out the word carefully. “So let me get this straight. You, Jimin, my boyfriend who I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for the past three years, are an extraterrestrial being from outer space.” He points at the other waiting for a response.

Jimin nods solemnly, “Yep, that’s about right.”

“Oh dear God. You’re being serious,” Yoongi says standing up suddenly. He begins pacing around the room. “You’re terrible at staying serious when you joke. Oh my God.” He pinches his arm and yelps, “Fuck. Okay I’m not dreaming. Shit just got real.”

Jimin pales in fear. It seems the reality has sunken in for Yoongi. He knew this was what he should be expecting, but the pain of the impending rejection still settles in prematurely in Jimin’s chest. “Look, Yoongi, I’m sorry, okay? I know it wasn’t right for me to lie. This mistake will stay with me for the rest of my life,” Jimin feels the stinging of his tears return, “I’m sorry, but I love you, Yoongi. I wish I could’ve been normal for you.”

The sound of Jimin’s weak broken voice stops Yoongi in his tracks. He quickly makes his way over to the other, tripping in his haste and falling on his knees at Jimin’s bedside. “Hey. Hey, no! I’m not mad Jimin. Hey, baby look at me.” He softly shakes the crying alien.

“You’re not mad?” Jimin questions at the other.

“No, I mean- I’m shocked, yeah. That’s a shitload of information for me to take in, I got to give it to you. You know how to shock a man,” he chuckles awkwardly while shaking his head. Yoongi moves up to sit in front of Jimin again and takes his hands. “But I’m not mad at you. I mean- I understand why you had to hide it. If that piece of info was given to me in the wrong place at the wrong time, I’m sure it wouldn't have been pretty. Plus. Jimin, I’d never be mad at you for who you are.”

Jimin flushes at this, grin spreading across his face. “For real?”

“For real.” Yoongi leans in and places a gentle kiss to the others lips. “To be honest it’s kind of fucking cool, if you ask me. My boyfriend’s a fucking alien. This is like some E.T. level shit.”

“Eww. [lease don’t bring up that shrivelled up piece of spam, Yoongi. It’s offensive that you humans think aliens look that. In fact, every alien species my people have come across looks quite humanoid. My species included.” Jimin states face wrinkling in disgust.

“Wait, so what you’re telling me is that this is your actual body? Not like some human suit you’re in or whatever like in Invasion of the Body Snatchers ?” Yoongi asks. “‘Cause, I mean, if that’s the case, then that’s alright, I love you no matter what.”

Jimin stares at the other unamused.

Yoongi cringes, “Sorry. Was that offensive?”

“Kind of. But I understand. You’re idea of what an alien is is completely morphed by science fiction, sadly,” Jimin cracks a smile at the other. “But yeah. This is my actual body. I look and function like any other human for the most part.” Except for a few key aspects.

Yoongi grins back. “Wow. Jimin, this is so fucking cool. You have to tell me everything later.” he yips with the excitement of a child who’s been exposed to candy for the first time.

“Will do, babe. It’s a lot to take in, I don’t think I have enough time to explain everything.” He looks at the clock on his bedside table, “Seokjin’s probably gonna come back in like a hour, and he’ll want to see how you reacted to the news.”

“Wait. Seokjin knows?” Yoongi huffs, “Who else knows?” He asks with the cute pout that Jimin loves so much gracing his face. His boyfriend is just like Taehyung, such a complex human being. In public, Yoongi can be a bit of a hardass, so much at first that Jimin couldn’t believe he was his fated human. However, Yoongi has quite the soft side that shows itself at times, and Jimin’s lucky to see it quite often. He moves to sit next to Jimin properly against the headboard, throwing his arm around the other. “That’s not fair, babe. Well, I guess it’d be hard to hide it from him since you live with him and all.”

“Babe, Jin knows because he’s the same species as I am,” Jimin states with a smirk. “Why do you think we both have the same hair color?”

“Wait, what? He is? That’s your natural hair color?” Jimin nods in response and a lightbulb goes off in Yoongi’s head, “So that’s why your hair’s so damn soft despite the coloring. Fucking lucky.” He strokes said hair in between his fingers.

Jimin hums, “Also to answer your other question: Taehyung knows the truth as well. He’s the only other person that does, and the only reason is cause he saw me land here on Earth.”

“He saw you ‘land’ on Earth?”

Jimin nods curtly.

“And he didn’t say anything to anyone?”

Another nod.

“Sounds like Taehyung,” Yoongi says with a chuckle. He wraps both arms around Jimin, pulling him into his side and cuddling the alien. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“For what?”

“For trusting me enough to tell me.”

Jimin pulls Yoongi into a deep kiss, “Oh Yoongi, I love you,” Their lips lock again and release, “So much.”

Yoongi brings a hand up to cradle Jimin’s face, “I love you, too,” He brings their lips to meet again. “So much.” He pulls away and looks into Jimin’s eyes. Two pairs of eyes lock, fully taking in each other’s presence for the first time that day. A hell of a lot has happened today, but as Jimin stares into Yoongi’s eyes, he is certain that their relationship has only gotten stronger. The way that Yoongi’s beautiful brown eyes twinkle when they look at Jimin has the alien’s heart racing, and he’s sure in this moment, now more than ever, that fate did not make a mistake in pairing the two of them together. Jimin still feels the same pull towards Yoongi that he felt the first day he laid eyes him; back when Yoongi was the cool and collected senior who decided to help poor Jimin, a bumbling sophomore, looking for the science wing on his first day of human school all those years ago.

Jimin dives in to reconnect their mouths. The kiss begins at a slow and gentle pace, with soft pecks and little breaks to reiterate their love for one another. However, the kiss deepens when Yoongi licks across Jimin’s plump bottom mouth, coaxing the other to open his mouth. Jimin allows the elder access in and a shiver runs up his spine at the feeling of Yoongi’s slick tongue rubbing against his own. His breathe hitches in his throat and he begins moving his body to lie on top of Yoongi’s, their hips slotted against each other.

See, the couple has gone this far before while being intimate. Jimin’s not a stranger to the feeling of Yoongi’s lithe body pressed up against his own. However, Jimin can feel the impending anxiety spring up in the back of his mind as Yoongi reaches towards the bottom of Jimin’s sweater.

“Didn’t I give this to you?” Yoongi asks as Jimin sits up to allow the other access to the piece of clothing. Jimin nods. “It was a damn great purchase. Probably the best I’ve made so far,” Yoongi chuckles. “I love this color on you, so fucking much,” He runs his hands underneath the cotton fabric and begins to run his fingers along the expanse of Jimin’s stomach. Jimin arches into the touch reflexively. Okay, this is safe territory. Nothing new. Yoongi leans up and kisses Jimin again while moving his hands to wrap around the boy’s waist, still underneath the fabric. “You’re just beautiful in general, Jimin.”

Jimin feels his blush radiate past the expanse of his face and travel down his neck at Yoongi’s words. “You’re beautiful, too, Yoongi.”

Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead choosing to grab for the sweater’s end again and lift the blue piece of clothing completely off the other’s body. Jimin’s chest now is completely exposed, his nipples hardening at the cool temperature of the air conditioned room. A gasp escapes his mouth as Yoongi pushes him backwards briefly in order to remove his own shirt. Their mouths join again after Yoongi leans back down, pulling Jimin with him. Jimin’s head spins at the feeling of Yoongi’s bare chest against his own as his hips settles on top of the other’s, thighs spread out on either side of Yoongi. Okay… still safe territory. Fuck how does he do that with his tongue?

Jimin’s hands find their way towards Yoongi’s head, where instead of finding soft black locks to slot his fingers through he finds a black beanie. He removes the offensive hat— how dare it block my access to such prime gripping material— and promptly tugs at the raven-colored strands. “God, Jimin.” Yoongi groans out at the sensation.

“I’m an alien, not God, babe.” Jimin teases, sucking on Yoongi’s lower lip. Yoongi softly smacks the other’s ass at the comment. Wow, that was new. Not bad, but new. Proceed with caution. Jimin whines at the sensation, causing a smirk to form on Yoongi’s face.

“Hmm, did you like that, baby?” he asks the other.

Jimin whines again, this time higher pitched. “Shit yes, Yoongi.” Another smack is placed across his plump bottom, causing Jimin to rut forward against Yoongi’s frontside. Shit, shit, shit too fucking late Jimin, you done fucked up.

It’s not that Jimin’s embarrassed because he’s getting an erection. it’s a normal thing, and it’s just another way for his body to express how much he’s affected by his lover. Plus, he’s not alone; he can definitely feel Yoongi’s growing erection begin to press on his own when Yoongi grips his hips and jerks up in response.

No, he’s more so embarrassed by what having a erection implies for those of his species. Jimin can’t help the continuous pants and groans falling from his lips at the feeling of Yoongi’s crotch rubbing up against his own. It feels fucking mind blowing, and definitely beats jacking off in his bathroom after intense makeout sessions. However ,he’s praying to whatever higher being that exists in this vast universe that Yoongi does not look down to where there fronts are rubbing against each other.

Fuck, shit, please Yoongi don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down…

“Wait,” Yoongi pauses his movements and quickly pecks Jimin on the lips before continuing, “I think you’re phone’s going off in your pocket or something.”

Shit.

“Um, Yoongi.”

“Yea, babe. You know, you might want to answer that.” He gestures his head towards Jimin’s glowing pants. “Wait. Your phone wouldn’t stay lit up for that long. Is that like one of those mini flashlights in your pocket? You might want to turn that off.”

“Yoongi, that’s not my phone. And it’s not a flashlight.”

“Well, what is that? it’s seems to be growing steadily brighter.”

“You know how I said my species was different than your kind in just a few ways?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Yoongi, that’s my dick that’s glowing.” Jimin sighs out, shaking his head softly. Yoongi lays there still, now hard erection pressed against Jimin’s thigh. He stares blankly at the other for a few seconds.

“Okay. I hate to be that person, but that’s kinda fucking hot, Jimin.”

Jimin sighs in relief internally, fate really did match him to the perfect lover.

He chuckles a the look of wonder on Yoongi’s face and leans forward to kiss his lips. “You took that a lot better than expected. Wow. I feel stupid I had nothing to worry about all along.”

Yoongi laughs at this, “Are you telling me one of the reasons we haven’t gone any further than making out is because you have a glowing dick?”

If Jimin wasn’t already flushed from the prior exertions he would be now for sure. “Well, not just that. I mean you didn’t know what I really was.” He sits up away from Yoongi and covers his face in embarrassment.

Yoongi follows him up and pushes him back down on the bed, this time placing himself over the top of Jimin’s tiny waist. The black haired male leans forward slightly and tracing lightly over Jimin’s chest with his fingers. “You’re so silly, baby,” His index finger begins drawing circles around Jimin’s right nipple, causing the alien’s breath to catch and release as a high pitched whine. “Oh baby. I think you’re beautiful no matter what. Every part of you.” He emphasises the last part by pinch the pink bud.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” Jimin exhales.

Yoongi kisses Jimin again licking his bottom lip as he leans away. “Hey, Jimin?”

“Y-yeah?” Jimin stutters as Yoongi begins making ministrations to the other nipple.

“Can I see it?” the elder asks with a dark glint in his eyes.

“See what?”

“You know...” Yoongi says, he trails his hand away from Jimin’s chest and moves down Jimin’s body. His hand lands at the top of the others pants, and slightly presses down. “Can I see it ?”

Jimin huskily breathes out, sweat sliding down his brow. “ God yes, you can do whatever you want to it.”

“Not God,” Yoongi mirrors the other’s earlier words as he begins untying Jimin’s lounge pants, “but thanks for the compliment.”

Yoongi takes off Jimin’s sweatpants easily, Jimin’s hips lifting gracefully in order for his boyfriend to remove them. However, the moments after Jimin’s pants are removed and before his black boxers are removed are perhaps the most intense seconds of Jimin’s life so far. The air is quiet and Yoongi has a concentrated look on his face as he moves his fingers across Jimin’s smooth stomach dipping a finger into his belly button teasingly. A soft pink light radiates out from underneath the fabric where Jimin’s boxers are tented. A hand is ran teasingly along Jimin’s erection, inciting a whine much to Yoongi’s enjoyment. He eventually reaches the waistband of the underwear and just before he makes to pull the fabric away Jimin grips on to his wrist.

“Wait, Yoongi, before you do that, just know that it’s not only different cause of the glow it emits, it looks different than yours.”

Yoongi just smiles at Jimin, “I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as every other part of your body.”

And then he pulls down the boxers, and Jimin’s erect penis stands there in all its extraterrestrial glory.

Yoongi’s breath hitches as he takes in the sight before him. Jimin was right, about it being different for sure. Not only does the alien’s penis emit a soft pink glow while Jimin’s turned on, the color of the appendage is different than anything Yoongi’s ever seen before. The skin is slightly lighter than the rest of Jimin’s lightly tanned body and has a pink tint to it, like that of strawberry milk. Not only is the color different, the foreskin is slightly transparent, allowing for the rose colored light to emit brightly from the head. The overall shape of the body part is like that of a human, though, and is a little smaller than average size.

Yoongi stares for a good minute before speaking, “Dude, you’re dick is literally glowing. It’s brighter than my future.”

Jimin’s nerves dissipate at this and he reaches to thunk his boyfriend on the side of the head. “Oh my gosh. Shut up, you idiot,” he chuckles.

Yoongi laughs softly as well, “No, but seriously. It’s so, wow. It’s gorgeous. Never thought I’d say that about a penis in my life. Like I’m gay as fuck, and I know a hot dick when I see one, but I’ve never thought one was gorgeous and wow, Jimin, just wow.”

“You’re embarrassing me with your rambling.” Jimin fans his burning face.

“Sorry, babe, it’s just something else,” He smirks and the mischievous glint returns back in his eyes. “May I?” he gestures towards the glowing mass.

Jimin stutters out, “Y-yeah. Sure.”

And then Yoongi takes Jimin’s length into his lightly calloused hands, and Jimin has a rush of emotions he’s never felt before flow throughout his body. Of course he’s touched himself before, his people have sexual needs just like humans do, but the feeling of his own hand can never compare to the feeling of his lover’s touch.

Yoongi touches Jimin softly, looking at the other for direction constantly to see what his boyfriend enjoys or doesn’t. To be fucking honest, all of it feels so damn amazing to Jimin—from the way his foreskin moves with every stroke of Yoongi’s wrist to the way Yoongi’s palm feels against his tip as he fondles the head playfully—he’s just a incoherent mess of groans and moans as precome leaks out from him. He nears his release fairly quickly, hips beginning to cant up into the ring of Yoongi’s hand. Yoongi notices and before Jimin can reach his climax he pulls away much to Jimin’s dismay.

“What the fuck, Yoongi?” he pants out, pout forming on his face and cheeks puffing out in protest.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Yoongi laughs, “I just wanted to do something.” He goes to take off his own sweatpants and boxers, all in one move, but not without having a battle with the clothes as they catch on his foot. Jimin giggles at his boyfriend’s eagerness, feeling proud that he was able to turn Yoongi into a frantic mess. Yoongi returns the bed after placing his clothes on the floor and Jimin sobers at the sight of his boyfriend’s cock, standing erect curving towards his belly. Yoongi’s penis is quite large in comparison to his own, but that thought turns Jimin on more than he thinks it should.

Yoongi leans down a captures Jimin’s mouth into a heated kiss once again before gesturing for Jimin to sit against the headboard. He does so, a bit confused until Yoongi straddles his hips and takes both of their cocks into one of his hands.

Jimin thinks that maybe every single party of Yoongi’s body would feel heavenly against him, because if he thought the feeling of Yoongi’s hand against him was the best the feeling of Yoongi’s hard warm cock placed against his own adds tenfold to the sensation. Jimin’s precum helped to aid the glide slightly, and he makes a mental note to go buy lube later on.

Jimin quickly finds himself overwhelmed and falling over the edge after all the rapid stimulation. His baby pink-colored sperm spreads all over Yoongi’s hand and both their cocks. At the sight of this, Yoongi mutters a shit and releases soon afterwards. Yoongi slumps against Jimin’s body after riding out the waves of his orgasm and shivers as Jimin’s hands wrap around his body. Their heavy breath fills the room as they both calm down. Jimin is the first to gather his bearings and gently nudges Yoongi to his side. He takes one look at the elder’s disheveled appearance and lets out a loving laugh.

The man beside him not only loved him in every way possible, he also accepted the extraterrestrial and all his differences without judging. Jimin’s cherry colored lips form into a grin as he thinks again that fate couldn’t have gave him a better soulmate than Yoongi. He leans over a pecks his fated one on the cheek before tapping his face lightly and saying, “I love you, and that was amazing, but we need to get cleaned up.”

Yoongi lazily looks over with a grin of his own and nods, “I love you, too Jimin. So much. And yes. That was more than amazing. It was mind blowing being with the person I love on such an intimate level.”

Jimin’s heart flutters at the heartfelt words that left the elder’s mouth.

“Also, I’m too tired to get up right now, can’t you just clean us up this one time, love?”

The heart palpitations stop and he promptly shoves Yoongi, “You’re lucky my kind gains and retains energy much quicker than humans.”

“Hmm, will have to make use of that one day.” Yoongi winks as Jimin gets up and walks towards the door after throwing his lounge pants back on.

On his way to the bathroom across the hall Jimin stops in his tracks at the sight of a smug Seokjin sitting on the couch in the living area. He still has his coat on so he must’ve just gotten back home, Jimin prays that the elder did not hear any of what just happened.

Seokjin crosses his legs and places his chin in his hand. He tilts his head cockily to the side, “I was gonna ask you how he took the news. But from what I heard, I’m assuming it went well.”

Jimin thinks maybe fate screwed up by making Seokjin his guardian.