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Yoongi pressed his lips harshly against Jimin’s soft ones, weaving his fingers through Jimin’s soft black locks. Jimin grasped in a seemingly desperate manner at the back of Yoongi’s shirt as he straddled the older boy’s lap, grinding his hips down slightly, a quiet whimper escaping at the feeling of the friction. Yoongi trailed kisses down the younger’s jawline and began sucking on the base of his neck making Jimin tilt his head to the side to give Yoongi more access. Yoongi’s hand trailed down Jimin’s waist and down to his ass as he continued to hungrily kiss his neck.
Unfortunately, the two were interrupted by a knock on the door, causing them to spring apart immediately. Hoseok peered around the door at the two who were now a good distance apart as not to arouse suspicion.
“Just so you know, we ordered pizza. Come get some when you want,” Hoseok informed the couple, before turning around and returning to the kitchen, leaving the door open. Yoongi turned to the younger boy before lightly pecking him on the lips.
“Let’s go get something to eat,” he smirked at him, slapping Jimin’s butt as he followed him out of the room. ---Jimin and Yoongi were sitting on the couch together, only a few inches apart, but still not physically touching. They were simply having a casual conversation until Hoseok interrupted them.
“Alright, you two. Stop flirting and move over so I can sit,” Hoseok laughed.
Jimin glared at him after he moved over. Hoseok’s face dropped as he swallowed harshly in reaction to Jimin’s sharp glare.
“I-I was only kidding.”---It was nearly three a.m. Jimin was on Yoongi’s bed sitting next to him on top of the comforter, his hand in Yoongi’s larger one.
“I just wish we didn’t have to sneak around,” Jimin whispered as not to wake up a sleeping Jin.
“Me too, baby, me too.”
Yoongi pulled Jimin into an embrace, kissing the top of his head and resting his cheek against it, pulling the boy closer. That’s when he felt dampness on his shoulder.
Tears.---All seven of the boys had likely had a little too much to drink and were at least slightly tipsy. However, Hoseok, being the lightweight that he is, was excessively drunk in comparison to the rest of the members.
“Truth or dare!” Hoseok shouted unnecessarily, as everyone was in the same room.
“What are we, thirteen?” Yoongi questioned, getting a bad feeling about the whole thing.
“Come on, hyung, it will be fun!” Taehyung whined cutely.
“Ugh, fine,” Yoongi gave in, rolling his eyes.
After lots of round of doing stupid shit and answering questions that definitely invaded one’s right to privacy, it was Yoongi’s turn.
“Truth or dare, hyung?” Jungkook giggled.
“Truth, I guess.”
“Do you have feelings for anyone?” Yoongi fidgeted slightly out of nervousness before answering.
“Yeah.”
“Oooooooooh,” Hoseok drunkenly slurred. “I bet it’s Jimin, since you’re always flirting and all.”
Jimin’s head snapped up at this.
“N-no, it’s not J-Jimin,” Yoongi assured, unable to make eye contact with anyone. Luckily, Hoseok was too drunk to press further. ---After most of the members had fallen asleep, Jimin stormed out and went to his empty room, leaving Yoongi alone with Jungkook and Taehyung. Jungkook and Taehyung were too busy messing around with each other to notice Yoongi get up and follow Jimin. When he arrived at Jimin’s bedroom door, he softly knocked, which was followed by a broken ‘come in’. When he opened the door, he was greeted with Jimin on his stomach on his bed, his face buried in his arms. He also noticed that the boy was shaking. He was crying. And sobbing at that.
“Jimin,” Yoongi breathed, rushing over to comfort his boyfriend. Jimin rolled over and sat up quickly, practically throwing himself at Yoongi as he sobbed on his shoulder.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I ju-just,” he began, despite uncontrollably crying. “I just wish I could openly love you.”
“I know, but you know that’s not possible, not now at least.” Jimin pulled away from Yoongi.
“When then, hyung? When?”
Truthfully Yoongi did not know.
“Hyung, we can’t hide forever, sooner or later, we’re going to be found out, so why prolong the inevitable?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you ashamed of being with me? Do you not want people to know?” Jimin asked, desperate for insight into Yoongi’s inner feelings.
“No, you know that’s not it. It’s not that I don’t want people to know, I do, it’s just that they can’t. We wouldn’t exactly be losing something small, Jimin, we’d be losing our careers.”
“But if we keep having to hide, we could lose each other! Doesn’t that mean something to you?!” By this point, Jimin was practically shouting. Well, whisper-shouting, because he didn’t want to wake the others up.
“Of course it does, Jimin, damn it, but you have to lis-”
“No, you have to listen! I’m not going to keep doing this. I’m not going to keep sneaking around like I’m some dirty secret! I love you, Min Yoongi, but I’m not so sure you love me. So if you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you left me alone.”
“Jimin-”
“Goodbye, Min Yoongi.” He said it with such finality that it broke Yoongi’s heart. Not only to know that Jimin didn’t believe he loved him, but that he had mostly caused the boy the pain. And with that, Yoongi turned around, and walked out the door.---Jimin had been avoiding Yoongi at all costs. He just couldn’t face him. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk to him. He did, he truly did. But he felt that he couldn’t. However, tonight there was a company party that most of the staff would be attending and Jimin could not get out of it. When he arrived, he did his best to stay on the dance floor as he knew that Min Yoongi would never hang around there. Unfortunately, Yoongi was looking for him and would stop at nothing to talk to him, even if it meant going on the dance floor. Jimin tried to turn around and walk away as he saw Yoongi approach, but was stopped when Yoongi grabbed his hand and spun him around.
“Park Jimin let me talk to you!”
“Why?”
“So I can make things right! I’ve been trying to for the past week, but you keep running away any time you see me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t want to go public, and I know it’s no excuse, but I’m really just worried about how people will react to me being gay. When I was in high school, I literally did not have any friends because all anyone did was call me names just because I like guys, and I really don’t want to relive that.”
“I understand, and I’m sorry for pushing you to go public, but it hurts. It hurts having to hide, it hurts not being able to touch you or kiss you whenever I want to.” Jimin took a step closer, not only to move away from the surrounding crowd of staff members and their invited guests, but also to feel a little closer to Yoongi.
“I just don’t want to hide my true self anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Yoongi questioned nervously.
“Oh, you idiot,” Jimin said.
And then he kissed him.
On the lips.
In front of everyone.
Yoongi was shocked, but gave in, because in that moment, he couldn’t care less what anyone thought about them. All he cared about was that Jimin’s soft lips were finally on his again. And he loved every second of it.