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“Is that a new phone?” Taehyung asked and Jimin looked up from the text he was answering.
“Yeah? I got it two days ago; I thought you had seen it already.” He shrugged and went back to typing, hoping the subject ended there.
“Did your parents give it to you? What for?” Jimin sighed; it was Taehyung, of course he wouldn’t drop it until he got every little detail.
“It was a gift.” Jimin cleared his throat. “From… Someone else.”
“Who?” Jungkook joined in to his misery and Jimin glared at him, to which the younger just smiled as if he knew exactly what he was doing; and he probably did, the little shit.
“Remember that guy I met at that club almost three months ago?” The two boys frowned. “The time Jungkook wasn’t with us because of the whole fake I.D. thing.”
“The one I’ve been covering for you to go out with?” Jimin nodded and Taehyung hummed. “Is it the same guy? Three months? Damn, that must be a new record for you, Jiminie.” Jungkook laughed and Taehyung joined him, looking rather proud of himself.
“Fuck you.” The laughter increased and Jimin rolled his eyes. “Fine, then I guess you don’t want to know.” He shrugged and looked at his phone again.
Jimin smiled when he saw the sad face accompanied by a we’ll make up for it next time from Yoongi – he had just told him he couldn’t go out that night because he was spending it with his friends. Out of nowhere, the phone was pulled from his hands and Jimin tried to get it back but Taehyung was already out of reach.
“Are you texting him right now?” He scrolled up and Jimin held his breath. “Shit, there’s some pretty inappropriate stuff here.” Jimin groaned when Jungkook got up to join him on reading the messages.
“Damn, hyung.” The youngest raised his eyebrows as he read over Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Yah, just give it back!” Jimin said from the bed, knowing he couldn’t get it using force if he tried.
“Wait, let’s take a picture.” Taehyung said and pulled Jungkook closer before snapping a shot and sending it.
“You’re idiots and I hate you both, you know that?” The two younger just smiled innocently and Jimin finally got his phone back.
You at 20:34
Ignore that
Yoongi at 20:34
Remind me again why I go out with a high school boy
You at 20:34
Because this high school boy is really good at what he does
And no one can get you off like I can
Yoongi at 20:35
True
Those are your friends in the picture, right?
Have you told them about me?
“So? We’re waiting…” Taehyung said as he sat more comfortably on the bed. “Or do you have to ask for permission?” He smirked at the mention to one of the text messages he read.
“Just hold on.” Jimin glared at him, thankful that at least Jungkook was quiet even if his expression matched their friend.
You at 20:36
I was about to
Do you mind?
Yoongi at 20:36
No
Just be careful with your words
You at 20:36
Trust me, there are some things I only want you to hear
Yoongi at 20:37
Good, let’s keep it that way
“Right…” Jimin started and cleared his throat; he had no idea where to go from there. “He gave me the phone.”
“Why?” Jungkook asked as if it was the weirdest thing he heard all day.
“Because he wanted to.” Jimin shrugged. “He’s rich, alright? He…” He sighed and closed his eyes for a second. “Okay.”
Jimin got up and made sure his door was locked before he went to his wardrobe, all the time feeling the confused stares of his friends on his back. He pushed his clothes out of the way and reached inside for the wooden box where he kept his jewelry.
“Yoongi also bought me this.” Jimin put the box on the bed and sat down. “Please, be careful, it’s worth more than this house.”
Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged a look before lifting the lid and stopping dead on their tracks. Jimin watched as the youngest picked up the first bracelet Yoongi ever gave him and studied it in silence.
“Are those…”
“Real diamonds? Yeah.” Jimin said and Taehyung’s mouth dropped. “And rubies, topazes and I’m pretty sure there’s an emerald in there somewhere.”
“You’re joking, right?” Jungkook eyed the box again and Jimin shook his head no.
“What the fuck…” Taehyung muttered and Jimin laughed.
“This one was pretty expensive too.” He played with the ring on his pinky finger. “It’s custom made… My favorite.”
“Are you two dating, then?” Jungkook asked and Jimin could understand why. He wasn’t sure what his friends would think of his answer to that question but he was about to find out.
“No…” He kept his eyes down and watched as Taehyung pulled a pair of earrings out. Jimin remembered that one, it was waiting for him with an apology note when he got to Yoongi’s apartment once and the older wasn’t there to greet him. “We just sleep together.”
“You do realize this sounds like he’s paying you for sex, right?” Jimin laughed again, he knew that would be their conclusion.
“That’s not it. He just likes spending money with me…”
“And you’re not stupid.” Taehyung said and Jimin winked at him. “So basically you have a sugar daddy now.”
“Can you not?” Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop his blush. “We don’t call it that.”
“What else did he give you?” Jungkook asked when he had gone through everything.
“Clothes. Shoes. Orgasms.” Jimin smirked at the two boys’ matching unimpressed expressions. “You asked.”
“Is he nice?” Taehyung asked, still examining the jewels.
“He’s really sweet, though it doesn’t look like it at first. He used to be pretty serious when we met but he’s been smiling more now.” Jimin smiled too at the memories of the times they spent together flooding his brain.
“Hyung, do you hear that?” Jungkook said and poked Taehyung to pay attention. “I think Jiminie-hyung is in love.”
“I’m not.” Jimin hit him on the back of the head. “Yoongi is good company, that’s all.”
They looked like they didn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth and, if Jimin was honest, he wasn’t sure he did either. Jungkook’s comment stayed in the back of his mind throughout the night until he could only stare at his friends sleeping but couldn’t close his own eyes.
Jimin knew he wasn’t supposed to get attached, that this was never meant to be more than sex to neither of them. But as he thought about it, he realized that it had stopped feeling like just sex a while ago, when Yoongi started taking him out to dinner and bringing him back home right after; when Yoongi invited him over just to watch a movie; when Yoongi finally started using his accumulated days off to spend time with him.
Jimin remembered one particular night a couple of weeks after they met. Yoongi asked Jimin if he wanted to go to a club downtown, one that the younger kept mentioning but that he never got to go in because neither him nor his friends could afford it.
The night was imprinted on Jimin’s mind because it was the first time he could really make Yoongi jealous. He knew the older man was possessive when he made sure to mark him every time they had sex, but that was his first taste at what real jealousy could give him.
“Take your clothes off.” Yoongi ordered as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, holding it in his hands. Jimin did as he was told, eyes locked with the older man’s and moving deliberately slow. “Faster.” Yoongi hit the bed with his belt, the leather making a noise that had Jimin jumping and smiling with excitement.
“Now what?” Jimin asked when he was only in his underwear in a way he knew Yoongi found too petulant and gasped when he was pushed on the bed with full force, Yoongi coming to sit between his thighs right after.
“Now you tell me… Were you doing it on purpose?” Yoongi used his belt to trace an invisible line from Jimin’s neck to his hips, loving the way Jimin’s muscles twitched at the contact. “I asked you a question, Jimin. Back at the club, were you purposefully trying to make me jealous?”
“No.” Jimin answered with an innocent smile that was soon replaced by a moan when he felt leather hitting his thigh in the most delicious type of pain. “Shit.” He breathed out.
“The truth, Jimin.” Yoongi gripped Jimin’s hair and pulled at it in a way that had the younger boy’s eyes rolling back. Jimin had always had a thing for pain and Yoongi knew exactly how to press all the right buttons. “Were you doing it on purpose?”
“Yes…” Jimin said and moaned again, louder this time, when Yoongi hit him with his belt for the second time.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy.” Yoongi let go of Jimin’s hair to put a hand loosely around his throat.
“And why would you do that?” Jimin smiled and licked his lips.
“Because I like it when you get rough, daddy. I like it when you fuck me harder.” Yoongi closed his eyes at that answer. He knew exactly what to do to make Jimin melt underneath him but it was Jimin who could play Yoongi like no one else ever could.
“Then you’ll love me tonight.” Yoongi said as he tightened slightly the hand on Jimin’s neck. “Want to know why?” Jimin nodded, eyes hooded with lust. “Because tonight I’ll make you beg.”
Always a man of his word, Yoongi did just that. He teased Jimin until the younger boy was squirming and shaking beneath him, covered him in new hickeys and freshened the old ones, touched him everywhere but not where Jimin wanted the most.
By the time Yoongi finally decided to stop, Jimin was a sweaty babbling mess. He kissed the younger as he pushed in, feeling the pleasant burn of fingernails scratching down his back, and set a pace so slow he could sense the frustration emanating from Jimin.
“Fuck, Yoongi… Come on.” He tried snapping his hips up but Yoongi held him in place.
“I told you, Jiminie… I’m not giving you anything until you beg.” Yoongi smirked as he thrust in particularly deep and Jimin moaned, voice higher than usual.
“Please.” He choked out, eyes rolling back as Yoongi hit his prostate again.
“Not good enough…” Yoongi said, his own body starting to feel too hot.
“Daddy…” Jimin started but a loud moan interrupted him when Yoongi kept moving in that same angle. “Fuck me faster.” He stared into Yoongi’s eyes and it almost made the older lose it. “Fuck me so hard I can still feel you in the morning.”
“I’m thinking about it.” Yoongi said and slightly picked up the pace. “Are you going to be a good boy and not come until I tell you to?” He brushed hair off Jimin’s forehead.
“Yes, daddy.” Jimin pressed his nails even deeper in Yoongi’s skin. “I’ll be so good for you. Just please- Fuck.” He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again and Yoongi got shivers all over his body at how hazed they were. “Please, move faster.”
“I got you, baby.”
Jimin smiled as it all came back to him, that night and many others, and sighed right after; he had no idea what they were anymore but it was nothing like the night they had met on that crowded club. Not when he felt like his heart was about to explode every time Yoongi smiled at him or said his name; not when Yoongi seemed to have gone softer with time.
Another evening stood out in Jimin’s memory, from just two weeks ago. He was over at Yoongi’s place and they had planned on watching a movie, but gave up halfway through when the older decided it was too boring for him and started placing light bites on Jimin’s neck and shoulders.
Jimin laughed and rolled his eyes fondly as he turned his head to meet Yoongi’s lips. The kiss didn’t turn rough or heavy like he expected, instead Yoongi gently pushed Jimin down so that he could lie in between his legs. He went back to kissing the younger, hands roaming down his chest and stopping at his waist as he explored every inch of his mouth like he didn’t have Jimin’s body memorized already.
It was deep and slow in a way Yoongi had never kissed Jimin before, it was soft in a way that had Jimin whimpering and fisting a hand on the older man’s hair to bring him closer. They stayed like that for a while, just kissing and drowning in each other, before Yoongi pulled away.
“Because I know you like this shirt and I don’t want to ruin it.” He smiled before pulling Jimin’s shirt over his head. Yoongi stopped and just stared at the boy in front of him for a moment. “I don’t tell you this nearly enough but you’re beautiful, Park Jimin.”
Jimin joined their lips again and Yoongi let his left hand cup the younger’s face while the right traveled down his body to touch him over his jeans. Jimin sighed against his mouth and rolled his hips up in an attempt to feel that again.
Yoongi broke the kiss and started opening Jimin’s pants, not waiting before wrapping his fingers around him when the clothes were out of the way. Jimin groaned as Yoongi set up a quick pace while leaving wet kisses on his neck and started thrusting his hips to meet Yoongi’s hand.
“Yoongi…” Jimin moaned at one point and closed his eyes. “I’m too close, stop.”
“Relax, baby.” Yoongi whispered and kissed Jimin’s cheek, his jawline and his neck. “Let daddy take care of you.”
“Shit.” Jimin breathed out and arched his back when Yoongi thumbed at his slit.
“Open your eyes, Jimin.” Yoongi quickened his pace and the younger shuddered. “You know I like to see you.”
Jimin did as he was told and Yoongi marveled at the effect he had on the younger. He was close, Yoongi could tell, so he leaned in to kiss him again and started stroking him even faster, taking pleasure from the sounds coming from the back of Jimin’s throat.
It wasn’t long before he was cursing under his breath and his whole body tensed up as he reached his orgasm. Yoongi watched him throughout it, asking himself when he got so lucky to have such an angel in his life like that, and kissed Jimin one last time as he came down from his high.
“Don’t move!” Yoongi warned before darting out of the room.
“As if I could…” Jimin muttered as he regained his breath. Yoongi was back in a second with damp tissues that he used to gently clean Jimin up before tossing them on the trash can. “Your turn.” Jimin sat up and pulled Yoongi in for a kiss but the older just shook his head.
“Not tonight, baby.” He smiled softly at Jimin’s frown and pecked him on the lips sweetly. “Come on, let’s finish this boring-ass movie.”
It was a sweet memory to Jimin, even if he didn’t understand Yoongi’s actions that night. Truthfully, he tried not to duel on it too much because he knew that he would start doubting everything if he did. They were walking a fragile line, pretending they were both immune to the feelings that floated around the kind of relationship they had.
Jimin tossed around in bed, trying not to think about what his heart already knew, trying to ignore the undeniable warmth in his chest whenever he thought of Yoongi. He didn’t want this to be real, things were going perfectly fine and there was no reason to ruin it now.
Sleeping was a lost cause, Jimin realized, so he got up and collected his phone before glancing back to make sure Taehyung and Jungkook were still asleep and slipping out the door.
You at 02:47
Yoongi?
Yoongi at 02:47
Can’t sleep?
You at 02:48
Yeah…
Are you busy?
Yoongi at 02:48
It’s three in the morning, Jiminie
Why would I be busy?
Is everything okay?
You at 02:50
I guess
Yoongi at 02:50
Did your friends say anything bad about us?
You at 02:50
No
I don’t know what’s wrong, actually
Yoongi at 02:51
Want me to call you?
You at 02:51
Can you?
I want to hear your voice
Yoongi at 02:51
Calling now
Jimin knew he was bound to get hurt if he went on pretending he wasn’t in love, but as he heard Yoongi’s soft tell me what’s going on, Jiminie on the other end of the line he decided it was worth the risk if it meant he could still have the older man around.
Because Jimin couldn’t care less about all the diamonds: Yoongi was the most precious thing he had in his life and he would do everything to keep him there, including breaking his own heart.