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Yoongi ran his hand through his hair, sighing. Sitting at that cluttered desk, surrounded by the loud chatter of his coworkers, the smell of cheap ramyeon in the air. It was no wonder why he couldn’t get his work done. He looked up from the computer screen and looked around the room.He could see some of his comrades sitting and working like they were supposed to be doing, much like what Yoongi was trying to accomplish. However, he could see that most of them were joking around and laughing with each other, not even attempting to do their work.Yoongi understood why, as all of this paperwork was tedious, and he too didn’t want to do it either. Yet, here he was, being the responsible one like always. They hadn’t had any actual work in a while, the city being surprisingly quiet and docile.As Yoongi looked around the room one last time, he got the feeling that this wouldn’t last much longer. He didn’t know why or how he knew, but he did. He couldn’t help but feel dread spread throughout his stomach.Shaking his head to rid himself of these thoughts and feelings, Yoongi looked back down at his computer screen. His ass was starting to go numb from sitting in the uncomfortable office chair all morning, and he couldn’t wait to finish this office work so he could do anything at all but sit here. He was starting to get the itch, the need to do something. He was one to always keep himself busy and working in order to keep from thinking. It obviously didn’t work all the time, as when he was sitting there in the office chair that was making his back feel like hell, his fingers started to twitch with anticipation and the need to do something; anything. Yoongi wasn’t the type to just sit around and wait; he wanted action and he wanted it now.These thoughts did nothing but make him even more irritable than usual, as well as brought the dread feeling back to the pit of his stomach where it puddled there and refused to leave.“Yoongi’s as pissed as ever.” Kim Namjoon, one of the coworkers that were joking around in the corner of the room, announced as he laughed and gave Yoongi a rough pat on his back. You could say that Namjoon was the leader of this department, yet he was the biggest fool of them all. He was always joking around, making everyone get distracted. Namjoon would break things on the regular and always blame it on Yoongi, even though everyone knew it was him who had done it. Despite all of this, Namjoon was his boss, the leader, and Yoongi couldn’t help but ask why?Just after getting this job, Yoongi was constantly asking that question. It wasn’t until he saw Namjoon in action during the Sewol Ferry Disaster that he knew why Namjoon was the leader. He had also come to admire Namjoon and respect him through this event; although Yoongi was unlikely to ever admit or show that he did. That was Yoongi’s first year on the job, making him twenty-one at the time, and Yoongi was not used to such action. That was the busiest year he had ever worked to this day, even though he had been working with Namjoon for almost four years. All they got now was petty theft and tax evasion, hence the amount of paperwork, rather than what one would refer to as his actual job.Yoongi looked up from the screen to see that the group of jokesters were surrounding his desk, their laughter cut short when he glared up at them. “He’s also as scary as always,” Dong-Moon, another coworker, hesitantly says, trying to lighten the mood with a little laugh.It wasn’t a secret to Yoongi that he scared everyone. Not only from the look on his face, as well as his lazy and ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude, but the fact that he easily earned that reputation from his working style; never giving a fuck about what had to be done to finish the job. He worked at Gwangju’s Buk District police department, yet he was one of the best known detectives in his field, behind Namjoon, because of this attitude. Yoongi was one to always close the case swiftly and efficiently, even if that meant breaking the rules and getting in trouble; something he learned from watching Namjoon. Namjoon was the only one in the entire police department that Yoongi saw as a friend and would allow him to talk to him informally. This still baffled the rest of the people working with the two, as they didn’t understand how the two even became that close, especially with the fact that Yoongi never attempted to talk to any of them; only giving them a hateful glare.Sighing once more, Yoongi knew that he wouldn’t be finishing any of his work today. He closed out of his screen, making sure he was logged off and all of his secret files were stored away. Yoongi, without even having to look, knew that Namjoon had pulled out the office chair sitting right next to his and plopped down on it, hard, not only from the creaking sound that the chair was making threatening to break under his weight, but the wind that Namjoon had caused from jumping into the chair so fast and hard.“Jesus Joon, if you don’t stop eating you’re eventually going to break that poor chair.”“Aw is my little man worrying about me?”The others hearing Namjoon making fun of Yoongi’s height, scurried away from his desk, trying to get as far away as possible from Yoongi, as they knew he had a problem with his height. Yoongi, standing at 176 centimeters and weighing 59kg, was a scrawny twenty-five year old, that if you didn’t know what line of work he was in, you’d assume he was a drug addict. From day one, Namjoon had picked on him for his height, as he knew that it bothered the boy.At the moment, Yoongi looked like he had last slept a week ago; his hair was a bleached mess and around his eyes the skin looked slightly bruised. He looked like someone you’d want to avoid out on the streets with his tight black shirt, black skinny jeans with a hole in the right knee, and his black timberland boots that came up to his ankles; it didn’t help that whenever he went outside he’d always be wearing either a hoodie or leather jacket and sunglasses. Just taking a look at Yoongi would scare anyone away, unless you were one of those teenagers that were always pining over ‘bad boys’ . Seeing how everyone had disappeared, Yoongi knew it was Namjoon’s one time of the day to be serious; his daily nagging session. Yoongi had been, and still was, struggling to get through the day after the incident; forgetting to eat, burying himself in his work, and never sleeping. Yoongi would sometimes even end up drinking himself to sleep. This was why Yoongi looked so much like a drug dealer, as he could never keep his weight and the lack of sleep caused dark bags to build under his eyes, making it look like he used all the time from an outside perspective. Namjoon was the only one at that police station that really knew what Yoongi had gone through and cared enough to make sure that he stayed healthy. This was another reason Yoongi looked up to the man. Swiveling in his chair, Yoongi turned to face Namjoon, already irritated from the lack of progress he had gotten on his work. “Look Joon, I’m fine today so could we please skip the part where you pester me and force food down my throat?”“I would on the occasion that you were actually doing well, however, from the look of your face and the fact that your hand is twitching, you’re not even remotely close to being ok.”Yoongi, who deep down knew that Namjoon was correct and that he was slowly starting to relapse, started to fill with anger.
‘Who was Namjoon to tell me if I’m ok or not?’
‘What does Namjoon even know about me or my situation?’
Seeing the apparent anger on Yoongi’s face, Namjoon quickly started to try and calm down the younger boy. However, despite the belief that Namjoon thought Yoongi would blow up on him like he normally would, Yoongi quickly stood up causing the office chair to roll back across the room and slam into the wall, gaining the attention from the rest of the people in the room.Yoongi didn’t understand why he felt this surge of anger all of a sudden. It was causing the feeling, no the need , to do something to slowly grow bigger in the pit of his stomach. Instead of confrontation with Namjoon, as he knew he would regret it later on for overreacting like the prissy little bitch he was being at the moment, Yoongi rushed out of the office room and to the bathroom to let out his anger, where he knew no one would follow being so scared of him even before he became angry.Bursting through the bathroom door, Yoongi scanned the small dimly lit room to find the one stall in the back corner. He knew that getting inside that stall and locking the door behind him wouldn’t cut out the sound of what was about to happen, but it still gave him a sense of privacy. If anyone so much as dared to walk into the bathroom while Yoongi was in there, they were no better than dead, so he knew he would be alright from spying eyes.As soon as the bolt was locked on the stall door, Yoongi fumbled with his belt, trying to hurriedly take it off so he could rid himself of the horrid skinny jeans that were keeping him captive; the shaking in hands making it hard for him to do so. Finally freeing himself from the belt, Yoongi wasted no time in ripping his jeans, as well as his underwear, down to his ankles, as his hard on practically sprang free, stiff and flushed up against his lower abdomen.The images that sprang through Yoongi’s head, of what he was doing to him, did nothing but add fuel to the fire and caused Yoongi to grab a hold of his dick. Yoongi imagined what it would feel like to have those hands gripping onto his thighs and he knew that the other man’s hands would squeeze just right, his fingers dimpling into his skin.And those fingers…Yoongi stroked his palm and the heel of his hand against his length in a way that had him closing his eyes and sighing. He slowly brought his fingers to rub at his head in soft circular movements as he pressed his thumb down hard against his shaft. Wanting to feel more, and becoming very impatient, Yoongi spat on his hands and grabbed his dick firmly in his hand; his own grip so tight around his base that Yoongi couldn’t help but cry out in mingled surprise and pleasure, all the while still imagining him. Yoongi felt himself leaking in his excitement, a weak dribble of precum spilling free with a hard twitch. Yoongi moved his hand up to his head to palm at it, to smear the liquid against his fingers and then resume pumping his fist around his cock. The sensation was too much for him, and he could feel that pressure starting to swell and cause little sharp jolts of pleasure to shoot down his thighs and up into his stomach.Yoongi loosened his grip as he slid his hand up his length, reaching his head and squeezing just enough to cause a throb of heat and jolting pleasure to shoot up into the pit of his stomach. Then he thumped his fist down hard to his base again, giving his erection a kneading twist as he did. “Uh, f-fuck,” Yoongi all but moaned, his audible and fast breathing filled up the small room, causing sweat to build on his forehead. Yoongi then shifted quickly to lean over his crotch, dribbling more saliva down onto both his palm and his cock, to create more of his makeshift lube. When he gave another hard squeeze to his head, his palm slick with spit, Yoongi couldn’t help but buck his hips up and thrust into his fist. A corkscrew of pleasure ran through him and made him grunt as he carried on trying to rock in rhythm with his hand.However, as Yoongi was about to climax, the door to the bathroom burst open. Never had Yoongi been so thankful that he had actually gotten into a stall to relieve himself. Yoongi closed his eyes, laying his head on the cool bathroom stall to catch his breath, the sweat causing his forehead to stick to the door. Opening his eyes he looked down at himself and at the mess he had made. The feeling of need was almost nonexistent now and was slowly being replaced with disgust and self hatred. It took all of him to not start crying like he normally would have if he were doing this behind his locked doors of his bedroom. However, he didn’t have that choice with the fact that someone was now in the small bathroom with him, causing him to bite his tongue and quietly start to clean himself up with toilet paper. That was, until the person started to talk.“Yoongi we need you immediately.” It was Namjoon’s voice, and just hearing the heavy breathing and panic in his voice, brought back the dread feeling from earlier.“There has been a murder.”
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For the past ten minutes, Jimin had been looking at the other man, not paying attention to what he had been saying at all. Rather, he had been thinking about what he had done wrong in another life to deserve this.
Today was supposed to be like any other; boring and mundane. However, with the fact that Jimin was currently sitting in that cold metal chair and “listening” to the detective, who he learned is named Kim Namjoon, today didn’t go how he had originally hoped.
After being called into the station to give a report, Jimin had come to learn that detectives Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi were the two inspectors left in charge of the case, the two people that would comb over every single aspect of this murder and leave no stone or dead body unturned in the process. They weren’t exactly likable but that wasn’t because they were cold or judgmental, rather just because they were rigid and unrelenting in their pursuit of information, sometimes doing so at the expense of his comfort levels.
In all honesty, Jimin didn’t even know what was going on. Detective Min seemed to want nothing to do with him, always avoiding eye contact and making pained faces, although he tried to hide them, whenever he had to look and talk to Jimin, while Kim was giving him questioning looks the entire time he was being interrogated. It didn’t help that Jimin had witnessed a horrible murder and was being asked to explain in detail what he saw.
“Look, I know this must be hard for you, but I need you to recall the events of your day, starting from when you woke up this morning and when you noticed something was off.” Explained detective Kim.
Sighing, Jimin brought his hand up to his forehead to pinch his nose to try and help alleviate some of the pressure that was pooling there. He wanted to just get it over with so he could go home and sleep, never having to come back to this place to be stared at by two strangers again. Closing his eyes, he sighed once more and opened his mouth to start telling the events of his day and how it went terribly wrong.
He had been startled awake by the sound of a glass of some sort shattering as it undoubtedly hit the wall of the kitchen. He grogley shrugged himself out of bed and into the shower, not even bothering to bring any clean clothes with him.
He turned the shower knob to be hit with frigid ice water, seeing that his parents had either forgotten to pay the heating bill or that they just didn’t have the money for it. Sighing, Jimin stuck his head under the water in an attempt to wake himself up, as his body was awake, yet his mind was foggy and half asleep.
Jimin had his eyes closed with his head laying on the cold tiled wall, when he heard another bang coming from down the hall; loud enough to be heard over the roaring water. That was enough to get him to turn off the water and wrap his towel around his hips, letting it hang dangerously low as if to almost fall off, not even attempting to dry the rest of his body or his hair.
As he stood in front of the mirror, he grabbed the countertop, feeling the grime that had piled up there from years of being neglected under his fingertips, and just looked at himself. He could hear the shouting of his father and another glass impacting with a wall, knowing that it was his mother who had thrown it towards his father.
Everyday it had been like this. Every damn day of his life. Yet, as Jimin looked in the mirror at his sagging brown eyes and at the ribs he could see coming through his skin, he knew that he couldn’t leave. Without him, his parents would have no source of income, and although they did nothing to be an actual parent towards him, he could never bring himself to leave them. And this was the main cause of his suffering.
Rubbing at his eyes, Jimin walked out of the stifling bathroom into the hallway to be greeted with a blast of cold air to the face, instantly making him regret not drying himself off completely; the wet water starting to leave goosebumps on his skin.
He hurried to his bedroom and quickly shut the door to block out the sound of his parents fighting.
‘Just another day at the Park house.’
And just like any other day, Jimin got ready. He dropped his towel to the floor and shuffled his way to his closet, rooting through his clothes to look for the day’s outfit. At this point, Jimin honestly didn’t care what he looked like. He grabbed a random t-shirt hanging in his closet and paired it with a pair of worn out jeans.
Never once when he was growing up did he ever wish for or think he’d end up with this job. He figured he would have gone to college, maybe majoring in dance. But no. He got stuck working day to day with a full-time job at his local grocery store. Granted, it was in a bad area and he didn’t make much money, however, he needed to have this job and no matter how hard it was or how much Jimin disliked it, he needed the money.
The one good thing to come out of this job was the fact that he worked with his childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung; at least until Taehyung leaves for college, something that Jimin doesn't even want to start thinking about.
With a sigh, Jimin continued to get ready for the day and mentally prepared himself to sneak out of the house without disrupting his parents.
Jimin arrives at the grocery store with five minutes to spare. He debated on whether or not he should go in yet, but someone had other plans for him. Apparently, Taehyung had seen Jimin through the glass of the automatic doors. “Hurry up and clock in!” Tae yelled through the opening of the door from behind the counter where he was checking out a customer. “We just had a whole bunch of kids ransack the candy aisle and I’m not cleaning it up by myself.”
With a huff and a laugh, Jimin entered the store and headed for the said aisle that Taehyung had been talking about.
Hell in the grocery store world, at least to Jimin anyways, is the candy aisle. It doesn’t matter what time it is, opening or closing, invariably there are always children running through this aisle making a complete disaster of it. It doesn’t help that these children don’t normally purchase anything and end up leaving the candy in some random part of the store, leaving the employees to clean up after them.
The candy aisle was just what Jimin was expecting it to be. There was candy misplaced, some even laying on the floor. Apparently, one of the kids had ripped open a bag of assorted candies, the proof being the candies scattered all over the aisle.
With another sign, Jimin bent down to start picking up the candy off of the floor when he heard it. At first, he didn’t know what it was. He didn’t know if there were any other customers in the store or not as he had just gotten there, but he definitely heard loud aggressive whispering coming from the aisle over. Jimin decided to ignore it, just thinking that it was a couple of some sort arguing with each other over what to buy, until the whispering started to become more aggressive and move towards the aisle Jimin was in.
Looking up, Jimin sees a man, maybe in his early forties, walk into the aisle aggressively whispering into his phone. After seeing the older man on his phone, Jimin thought no more of him and went to go back to cleaning up the aisle. And that’s when all hell let loose.
Next thing Jimin knows is that another man, with what looks like a ski mask on, runs up behind the panicked guy on the phone brandishing a knife. Without even hesitating or caring that Jimin is there, he slits the man's throat and takes off towards the entrance of the store.
Without even thinking twice, Jimin ran towards the man bleeding out on the floor to hold down onto his neck to try and stop him from bleeding out. He eventually found his voice and screamed for Taehyung to call the police and an ambulance immediately.
Even just recalling the events, Jimin doesn’t even know how he did it. All he really remembers is the ringing in his ears and the warm blood underneath his fingers. If he tries to recall, he can even remember the choking sounds that man made as he slowly bled to death.
And now here Jimin was, sitting in front of two extremely hot detectives covered in the blood of some man he didn’t even know. Of course he would never actually admit that to them, especially because it was irrelevant to the topic at hand, and with the fact that it would cause him so much embarrassment. He didn’t even know if they were interested in men, let alone men covered in someone else’s blood. That being said, he tempered down these thoughts and finished recalling the events of the day.
“That's basically it.” Jimin explained to the detectives. “I didn’t know who this man was or who the killer was and I never saw his face.”
After a couple of more questions, with Jimin just repeating the same thing over and over again, he was finally released and allowed to go home. He wondered how Taehyung was and how his parents would react when he got home covered in blood. To say that Jimin hated his life was an understatement.
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“Are you o-”
“What the fuck was that Namjoon?” Yoongi asked, whirling around with crazed eyes after watching Jimin leave the interrogation room.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Yoongi was not okay. His breaths were coming in rapidly and was very visibly on the verge of a panic attack.
Grabbing Yoongi’s hands as they reached up to pull on his hair, Namjoon hushed him. “I’m not sure what that was Yoongi, but you need to calm down. We can’t figure this out if you’re not thinking clearly.”
“But he can’t be,” Yoongi all but rasped out trying desperately to calm his breathing back to normal and failing miserably.
Yoongi’s entire chest felt like it was on fire. Every time he took a breath in, it felt as if he needed twenty more. No matter what he did he couldn’t catch his breath and it was clear to Yoongi with the blurring vision that if he didn’t calm down he was going to pass the fuck out.
“Hey, look at me.” Namjoon grabbed Yoongi’s face and forced him to make eye contact. “Focus on my breathing. Follow my lead. Inhale, exhale.”
It took Yoongi a moment to realize that Namjoon was even talking to him. Once he got past the roaring in his ears, he shakily copied Namjoon’s breathing. Or at least, tried to the best of his ability.
“Good. You’re doing so good hyung.”
After what felt like hours, Yoongi was able to calm himself down. He hadn’t had a panic attack since after the incident and he wasn’t expecting one to hit him this hard any time soon, especially in an interrogation room with a camera. That being said, he also wasn’t expecting to see Jimin again, like ever.
“Are you okay hyung?”
“Honestly? I don’t really know.” Yoongi huffed out with a small barely there laugh at this situation.
“How was that even possible Namjoon? There’s no way he should even be- That can’t be the same Jimin.” Yoongi desperately, “That can’t be
my
Jimin. It’s impossible.”
“I know, I know.” Namjoon huffed out with a sigh, grabbing for his forehead to try and stave off his impending migraine. “We will figure this out. I promise you that hyung. Just,” another sigh, “we need to figure out who committed this murder.”
Raising his hand to stop Yoongi’s protests, “The guy saw Jimin’s face, Yoongi. If we want to protect him and figure out how this is even possible, we need to make sure that he’s alive.”
Sighing resigned, “Ok. Let’s catch this bastard. What did we learn from Jimin’s interrogation? I may or may not have been paying attention..”
Namjoon gave him a knowing look.
“Hey!” Started Yoongi. “You know why I didn’t pay attention.”
With a sad smile, Namjoon opened the door to the interrogation room. “So what we know thanks to Jimin,” Namjoon started as he led both Yoongi and himself out of the interrogation room and back towards the offices, “is that the victim was talking on the phone with someone quite aggressively right before he was killed. He could’ve been talking to someone who had something to do with his death.”
Nodding along, Yoongi continued Namjoon’s thought. “Ok, so we should see if we can get into his phone to find out who he was talking to. If it was someone that had to do with his death, then maybe it had something to do with his occupation or something he does in his freetime, if you get what I mean. We should also look more into him to see if we can find any other connection.”
They both thought that the John Doe might have been involved with something that he shouldn’t have been. Whether it was something illegal like gang activities or even cheating with someone elses wife and royally pissing off the husband, it was obvious to the two of them that he was involved with something because of the rushed phone call.
Making it back to Yoongi’s desk, they pulled out the chairs once more and returned to the positions that they were in earlier in the day. There was a more serious and stressful vibe in the space, a big contrast to the mood in the office that was there earlier in the day.
“Alright then, I’ll put you in charge of finding more about our victim and who he was calling. Meanwhile, I’m going to go through the CCTV footage from the store to see if we can see who this person was since Jimin didn’t catch his face.” Namjoon nodded with a look to Yoongi that told him to get started on his assignment, as he slid his chair back to his own desk to get started on his own work.
With a nod and a determined look towards Namjoon, Yoongi rolled his chair back to his desk and began to see what he could find about their John Doe. Every fiber of his being wanted to finish this case as fast as he could. He needed to get back on the Jimin issue, but knew that if he were to die because he had seen the assailant, there would be no issue to dwell on. And, hopefully, throughout this case Yoongi might be able to see Jimin again, even if not under the best circumstances.
…
Namjoon was worried about Yoongi. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but when Jimin walked into the interrogation room, he had almost shit himself. In walked Yoongi's ex-lover, or well someone who looked like him and shared his name, and Namjoon knew that this case wasn’t going to be an easy one. Especially not for Yoongi.
He could see the panic in Yoongi’s eyes the moment they landed on their witness. He looked so much like Yoongi’s Jimin that he wasn’t surprised to find the panic and the absolute pain he could feel radiating off of Yoongi. However, he knew as the lead investigator and with the fact that there had just been a murder for the first time in years, that he had to remain professional.
And professional he remained. He figured that Yoongi would probably not be paying attention to the interrogation and could see that he was correct whenever he glanced up at Yoongi to see him looking anywhere but at Jimin.
The only thing that Namjoon could think of that would help to calm Yoongi down was to make up some shit about the killer seeing Jimin’s face. While that was possibly true, Jimin hadn’t even seen the guy’s face and it seemed more as a hit kill, so he doubts that Jimin is in any real danger. He just needed Yoongi to have something else to focus on.
Throughout the rest of the day, Namjoon would sneak glances over at Yoongi to see if he was doing okay. Whilst it wasn’t obvious to the rest of the detectives, Yoongi was oddly determined and Namjoon just knew that it was because of Jimin.
Clicking off of his page on his computer that held the CCTV footage, Namjoon opened the database to see if he could get a hit on who Jimin is. He didn’t want Yoongi to get hurt in this. He was barely able to sleep and feed himself now and the incident happened two years ago. Yoongi didn’t need something else like this to happen. This could absolutely break him depending on who this person really was.
Yes he was determined to solve this case, but he was even more determined to figure out just who this Park Jimin was and where he came from.
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“Jiminie,” Yoongi said, voice cracking. He raised a trembling hand to trace his fingers along Jimin’s cheek, getting brave enough to run them just beneath the plumpness of Jimin’s lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
Despite everything, Jimin still hadn’t been prepared for those words. He swallowed thickly, heart threatening to break free from his chest, blood pulsing fast beneath his skin. For all his confident flirting, Jimin was easily flustered by Yoongi’s sudden bursts of confidence.
Jimin tried his best to regain his composure, but who could blame him for the way his voice trembled when Yoongi was looking at him quite like that?
“Please,” he finally managed.
His eyes fluttered shut on instinct when Yoongi started to lean in, hand shaking against Jimin’s cheek. His fingers twitched against the nape of Yoongi’s neck. The first brush of lips was just that- a testing brush, barely there but enough to make Jimin crave more, unconsciously chasing Yoongi’s lips when he pulled back a little.
Yoongi took a deep, stabilizing breath and ran his fingers reverently across Jimin’s lips before his own followed suit. He finally-
finally
- properly closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Jimin’s. Jimin made a soft noise in the back of his throat and curved his body to better accompany Yoongi, threading his fingers up through Yoongi’s hair.
It was only a close-mouthed kiss, a firm press of lips against lips, but even that was enough to make Jimin’s knees feel like jelly, so caught up in the euphoria of finally having Yoongi this close. Yoongi’s lips were soft, yet still had some roughness to them that made Jimin shiver.
When Yoongi pulled away, Jimin whined petulantly. The elder laughed but obliged, leaning back in to press his lips against Jimin’s once more. This time he was braver again, parting his lips a little to lay a lingering kiss against Jimin’s pouted bottom lip.
Jimin gasped at the feeling of Yoongi’s lips pressing against his sensitive bottom lip and tipped his head to catch Yoongi’s lips properly. He knotted his fingers in Yoongi’s hair, smirking against Yoongi’s lips when he failed to hide the noise he made under the touch of Jimin’s fingers.
Yoongi’s strong body crowded Jimin against the wall, his hands dragging long and firm across Jimin’s torso, kneading the flesh and eliciting a barely hidden gasp from the dancer. Jimin only pressed into him further, seeking Yoongi’s touch along every inch of his body. It was intoxicating.
When Jimin felt Yoongi’s hands circle around his waist and slip into his back pockets, he couldn’t help the appreciative moan that fell from his lips. Yoongi took advantage of the noise, licking at the seam of Jimin’s lips and smirking when he gave in easily.
Jimin felt like he was on fire. All he could feel was Yoongi, all he could see behind his eyelids was bursts of color, all he could do was cling on to Yoongi for dear life.
Yoongi kissed the way he spoke. He was firm and passionate, expressing everything through his actions in the most eloquent of ways. There was an underlying roughness to the way he kissed, almost as if he hadn’t done this in a while. It was there in the way Yoongi would hesitate before shifting closer, or how he would bump their noses and laugh nervously against Jimin’s lips when he turned their heads.
Jimin didn’t like remaining passive for too long, though. When Yoongi hesitated once more, Jimin took it upon himself to trap Yoongi’s bottom lip between his own, nibbling gently on the soft flesh. His fingers tightened in Yoongi’s hair when he groaned against Jimin’s lips, almost collapsing onto Jimin when the younger licked his bottom lip to soothe the flesh he’d nibbled.
Jimin had no idea how long they were kissing for, lost in the feeling of one another. The soft sound of their kisses and shallow breathing, the lingering touches and gentle gasps against each other’s lips.
When Jimin ran his thumb along the shell of Yoongi’s ear, the elder pulled back with a long whine and the smack of their lips. Jimin chased his lips but pried his eyes open when he couldn’t find Yoongi’s waiting mouth.
Yoongi looked stunning. His hair was mused from Jimin’s fingers, cheeks flushed a deep red, matching the color of his kiss-swollen lips. His eyes were half-lidded and misty, pupils blown wide. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths fanning against Jimin’s cheeks as he tried to swallow as much air as he could.
Yoongi stalked toward him and crowded him with his back to the dresser. He was so close that Jimin could feel his breath on his neck. Even though they had already kissed and Jimin trusted him, he still felt nervous when he got this close. He swallowed.
Jimin’s breath hitched when Yoongi leaned down and ghosted a kiss across his neck. Yoongi then reached down to undo Jimin’s jeans.
“Is this okay?” Yoongi shyly asked Jimin as he removed his head from Jimin’s neck to make eye contact with him.
“Yes,” Jimin stuttered out.
Yoongi slowly unbuttoned Jimin’s jeans and moved them down his legs, all the while retaining eye contact. Yoongi removed his feet from the tangle of his pants before he grabbed his thighs with cold hands and spread his legs while lifting him up.
Jimin didn’t think being lifted so easily would ever get old. He’d never given it too much thought, but it made his blood rush and his spine tingle a little. Yoongi set him down so that he was sitting on the dresser while Yoongi stood between his legs.
Yoongi nipped at his neck without any teeth. His hands rubbed at Jimin’s sides. It tickled. Jimin halfheartedly tried to duck away, but Yoongi didn’t seem to want to stop touching him.
Not that Jimin ever complained, but he didn’t like how uneven the playing field was with him being almost naked and Yoongi still completely clothed. He pawed at Yoongi’s sweatshirt and he tried to remove it, but Yoongi left his arms down and Jimin couldn't reveal more than a pale, lithe stomach. Jimin wanted to see it all. Yoongi was always wearing so many clothes and Jimin didn’t want to leave what he looked like underneath them to imagination anymore.
“Hyung, come on, this isn’t fair,” Jimin whined and Yoongi kissed him. He was determined though and wouldn’t be distracted so easily. Jimin tried again and Yoongi relented with a snort. He pulled off his sweatshirt and threw it onto the bed. Jimin grabbed him by his bare middle and ran his hands along the smooth, unblemished skin. His skin was warmed from wearing the sweatshirt.
Jimin could feel Yoongi’s eyes watching him as his hands explored and catalogued his chest and then his waist. Jimin was satisfied, but he couldn't help it as he greedily reached for Yoongi’s pants.
Yoongi stopped him again and Jimin looked at him to see his look of hesitation. Jimin unconsciously licked his lips. Oh, maybe he should have asked first? He looked innocently at Yoongi and placed his hands back above his waist.
“Jiminie,” Yoongi said warningly. “What do you want?”
He was using his ‘mature’ voice that Jimin had only ever heard when he purposely distracted Yoongi from his work. Like when Yoongi was trying to look over a case and Jimin crawled in his lap because he wanted to cuddle. Jimin normally yielded to him right away when he used the voice, understanding that he was being clingy at a bad time. But, Jimin wasn’t sure he liked it in this context.
“You know what I want, hyung.”
That was all that Yoongi needed to hear and Yoongi was on him in an instant. He tilted Jimin’s head to the other side so he could kiss him on the opposite side of the night before kiss marks. He kissed the skin gently before sucking down hard on Jimin’s skin.
Jimin’s hands shook as he ran them up and down Yoongi’s back. His whole body was thrumming with pleasure and he could feel his cock stiffening in just his boxer briefs. He couldn’t help it as his hips started to rut up into Yoongi’s as he tried to get any type of friction he could. He could hear Yoongi’s soft pleasurable moans as he marked up Jimin’s neck.
Jimin whined. “Hyung, please,” Jimin begged, lifting his hips to touch them to Yoongi’s so he knew how badly he needed him. Yoongi must’ve sensed his urgency because his eyes were wide. His pupils were blown.
“Oh, fuck, okay, Minie, what do you want? Whatever you want, we’ll do it.”
Jimin pushed the waistband of Yoongi’s pants down and he got the hint, got off from on top of him, and stood to strip the rest of his clothes off. Jimin watched as he lifted his hips to take off his own underwear. Yoongi’s eyes fell over his body and Jimin bit his lip. He needed Yoongi to touch him right now or he might have died.
Yoongi climbed back on top of him and hissed at their bare skin connecting. Jimin kissed him hard on the mouth.
“Hyung, I need you inside of me...like yesterday.” Jimin was at the end of his patience so he didn’t like the chuckle that Yoongi let out in response. He’d only had penetrative sex once before, a long time ago, and it sucked, but Jimin had explored his own body enough to know how good it could be. He wanted to make it good for Yoongi, and wanted to be good for Yoongi. He felt like there had been so much buildup to this moment, like Yoongi had been teasing him since day one, even if he really hadn’t been.
Yoongi manhandled him until he was lying on his stomach, trailed kisses from the back of his neck to the small of his back. He was being so gentle, and Jimin would usually appreciate that and find it sweet, but right then it almost made him mad because he was so frustrated. Yoongi propped him up on all fours with a hand to his lower stomach. He lowered his hand to stroke Jimin’s cock languidly. Jimin shook on his hands and knees.
“Yoongi, stop teasing, please, I can’t take it.” Jimin’s voice wavered and it wasn’t from the pleasurable sensation, but due to the fact he was close to tears from the torture. Yoongi shushed him and took his hands off and Jimin cried out. Yoongi nipped at the swell of his ass in apology and spread Jimin’s legs. He kneaded at the flesh of Jimin’s ass.
“You’re okay, Jiminie, you’re so perfect. Just relax and let me make you feel good, you can take it.” Yoongi spread his cheeks and dipped his face between them to kiss at his hole. Jimin’s shaky arms gave out and he fell face first into a pillow.
“Hyung, I can’t. I’m not.” Jimin fisted at the bed sheets. He would fist at his cock to make himself get off if he didn’t want to hold on for Yoongi.
Yoongi licked up and down his crack to make it wet. His tongue circled around his hole, lapping at it. Jimin could feel the spit run down his butt onto the bed and made a face into the pillow at the lewd feeling. Yoongi jabbed his tongue into his hole and Jimin cried out in a mixture of pleasure and frustration of it not being enough. He pushed his ass back into Yoongi’s face to chase the feeling. Yoongi put a hand around his cock and squeezed. Jimin mewled before Yoongi pulled back to nip at his ass again and stopped touching him.
Jimin’s chest seized in panic at Yoongi stopping before he realized that he was reaching to the nightstand for lube. He relaxed, straightened out his legs until he was laying down completely on his stomach again.
He heard the cap flip open. “Okay?” Yoongi asked and Jimin nodded his consent even if he felt like he'd been put through the ringer, brought to the edge, and violently pulled back.
Yoongi’s first long finger slipped into him easily, he was so wet and relaxed from Yoongi’s tongue fucking. The second was met with more resistance, especially at the knuckles which were thicker than Jimin’s. Jimin just breathed into it and tried to stay relaxed. It lasted until Yoongi was three fingers deep and teasing him with the soft pads of his fingers brushing against his prostate. He was still being so gentle. Jimin couldn’t deal with this anymore.
“Stop,” Jimin panted. Yoongi’s hand stilled and he slowly pulled out his fingers immediately.
“Jimin-ah?” he asked. “Did I do something?” Yoongi sat back on his heels like he was trying to give him space and Jimin turned around. He could see Yoongi’s cock was flushed red and leaking against his stomach. Jimin briefly wondered if the only blood in his body was now in his cock. He shook himself out of the stare.
He pushed at Yoongi until he was lying on his back without saying anything. He didn’t delude himself into thinking that he could push Yoongi somewhere he didn’t want to go, but it still felt good. He kissed him on the mouth. It was a little hard to be the reassuring kiss he meant it to be, but he couldn’t take it anymore.
“No, that’s the point, hyung. You didn’t do anything. Now it’s my turn.” Jimin grabbed the lube that was lying on the bed and squirted some out to coat Yoongi’s dick. Yoongi made a guttural noise as he stroked him. Now it was his turn to fist the sheets.
Jimin climbed on top of him, straddling him. He kissed him one last time before he guided him into his entrance. Jimin tried not to clench up as he sat down on it. He took some of Yoongi’s length before he had to ease off to reposition himself better. Yoongi groaned and his breathing sounded labored. Good, Jimin thought.
It took a few tries before he was fully seated, feeling impossibly full. He stilled, breathing heavily, trying to adjust to Yoongi’s girth and length. When he felt alright to move, he started off with small, slow movements, only a small fraction of Yoongi exiting and entering him. He built up to more and he couldn’t help the small moans that ripped from his throat. Yoongi had his eyes squeezed shut and his hands still fisted in the sheets. He looked like he was trying to control himself from driving his hips up to meet Jimin’s. Yoongi was letting him run the show with a litany of ‘oh’s’ falling from his lips.
“Yoongi, look at me,” Jimin gasped even though he probably didn’t look his best from that angle. He wanted Yoongi to be present and remember this for as long as it would be burned into Jimin’s memory. He wanted him to let go. Yoongi’s eyes fluttered open, but they shut again when Jimin rolled his hips. “Hyung, come on.”
Yoongi’s chest was heaving and it looked like it took a lot of strength to keep his eyes open. Jimin smiled down at him as he held his rhythm.
“Now touch me, hyung, come on.” Jimin guided Yoongi’s hands to his moving hips. Yoongi held him gently. “You can squeeze me. I won’t break. I want you to.” Something about this seemed to flip a switch in Yoongi because he squeezed hard. Jimin could tell he’d have bruises in the shapes of Yoongi’s fingerprints on his hips. He moaned enthusiastically to encourage him. Yoongi seemed to like that because in the next second he was flipping them over, driving into him with harsh thrusts. Jimin’s entire abdomen tensed in pleasure. It was what he had been waiting for this whole time.
“Fuck, Minie,” Yoongi whined and he pulled out. Jimin sputtered and Yoongi just kissed his shoulder before turning him on his side, throwing one of his legs over his own so he could drive back into him. A groan ripped out of Jimin’s chest. It was the perfect position to get just the right angle. Jimin threw his head back, knocking Yoongi’s chin a little. Yoongi wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked him firmly. Jimin panted until he came all over Yoongi’s hand and his own stomach. Yoongi buried himself deep and bit Jimin’s shoulder when he came. Jimin yelped, unsuspecting, until Yoongi’s hips stopped stuttering.
Yoongi pulled out slowly. Jimin blushed at the rush of fluids that dripped from his body. Jimin turned so he was facing Yoongi, wincing at the sore stiffness in his lower body.
“No, hyung, I just didn’t expect it. I don’t mind, I like it,” Jimin quickly reassured. Jimin enjoyed every bit of the whole experience and he was not going to let Yoongi think otherwise. Yoongi gave him a gummy smile before he grabbed him by the chin to kiss him lovingly.
“You were perfect, Minie,” Yoongi said simply. Jimin blushed furiously, a little embarrassed at his own eagerness now that he was sated and relaxed.
“I love you, hyung.” Jimin nuzzled into his chest and Yoongi allowed it for a moment, petting his hair.
“I love you, too, brat. Come on, let me up. I need to get you something to eat. I should have fed you before, especially since you have work.”
…
Jimin woke up with a start. He looked down and couldn’t believe that he had just came in his pants like a middle schooler from a wet dream over someone that he had only met one time. That one time being at the police station talking about how he had witnessed a murder.
Jimin untangled himself from his sheets and grimaced when he felt his wet boxers rub up against his dick and stick to his inner thighs.
One look at the alarm clock on his night stand showed that it was almost noon, and although Jimin wasn’t expected back into work for another week because of what had happened, he had made plans with Taehyung to get lunch at a cheap ramyeon place.
“So you’re telling me,” Taehyung started with a laugh, “that you had a wet dream about an officer you met one time! And, you actually came in your pants!”
“Keep your voice down!” Jimin yelled back at a snickering Taehyung while he looked around the shop to make sure no one else heard what he had just said.
“I’m serious though,” Tae continued, “that is the funniest shit I have heard in a minute.”
“I’m not sure what’s wrong with me,” Jimin groaned. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had a sex dream about officer Min since I’ve met him and I don’t know how to make it stop!”
“Maybe you should go back to the police station and see if you can get his number,” Tae said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Tap that ass once and the dreams will probably stop.”
“I can’t do that, Tae. You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me while I was in the interrogation room, or you know, the lack of looking on his part. It was like he wanted nothing to do with me.”
“Hmm. I have another idea!” exclaimed Taehyung.
“I know that look and I want nothing to do with whatever it is that you’re planning.”
“Oh come on! I was only going to suggest setting you up with someone from one of my classes at uni that I think you would be good with.”
“I don’t know Tae. You know that I don’t have the best track record of keeping a guy. Not to mention that I can’t keep this officer Min guy out of my head. I swear that I remember him from somewhere, but I just can’t put my finger on it.”
“You said that the wet dream felt like a memory right?” Tae asked.
“Yeah it did. It felt like a weird deja vu moment and like I had lived that experience before yet, I have never met this guy a day in my life.”
“Interesting. Very interesting.” Tae hummed to himself before slurping up some more of his ramyeon. “Let me do some research on this and I’ll get back to you. You just try and hook up with someone to see if the dreams stop.”
“I’m not sure exactly what you’ll find, but I just need these dreams to stop. It’s happened like three times already.”
“You’ve come in your pants three times?” Taehyung exclaimed with a snort that had him choking on his bite of noodles.
“Keep it down! And that’s what you get for laughing at my suffering. Just let me know if you find out anything about making these dreams stop that does not involve shagging your friend from uni.”
“Aye aye captain!” Taehyung responded with a mock salute.
“I don’t know why I’m still friends with you, I swear.”
“It’s because you loooove me.”
“Uh huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”