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“Fuck, your ass must be made of gold,” the man groans, slapping Jimin’s ass and watching how the plump flesh jiggles. Bending down, he bites down on the meat just below his ass, following it with soothing kitten licks. 

Jimin moans exhaustedly, face down, hidden in the rumpled sleeping bags in their shared tent. By day, the tent houses bottles of water, rolled up sleep sacks, and backpacks with flashlights, batteries, and for the past few days, condoms. By night, Jimin’s face is pushed into those same sleeping bags, a large, veiny hand over his mouth to stifle his moans as tears of long awaited pleasure are kissed away with gruff whispers of how devastatingly gorgeous he is. 

Jimin loves it. 

Jimin loves him. 

And as long as Jungkook doesn’t find out his best friend is letting his hyung pound him into the ground every night, Jimin will keep letting Yoongi bend him in whichever way he desires. He’s been waiting 10 years for this and nothing is going to stop him from making this the most memorable summer of his life. 

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Going camping with the Jeons every summer has been the highlight of Jimin’s whole year since he was first asked to accompany them 10 years ago. He met his best friend, Jungkook, the day Jimin moved into town with his parents and annoying twin sisters, 3 years his senior so they liked to boss him around and steal all his stuff. Jimin was a young boy of 11, taking a break after a long morning of hauling boxes filled with action figures and sports equipment (his father was still in denial that Jimin was gay despite the boy’s best efforts to explain that it wasn’t a phase) to his room. He sat on the curb, licking at a quickly melting popsicle as it drips along his fingers.

He’s minding his own business, lamenting about how much moving to a new neighborhood again sucks. Every year or 2, once he’s had time to actually get comfortable and make friends, Jimin’s parents would approach him with that cautiously apologetic expression and he knew it was time to pack up again. But this time, his father promised they’d stay put until he went away to college, because college wasn’t an option, it was an order.

Jimin is almost done with his cool treat when all of a sudden a little boy comes barrelling at him on a skateboard hurtling right toward him. 

“Get out of the way!” The boy screams as he jumps to the side, tucking and rolling into an effortless somersault, the skateboard flying up and smacking Jimin straight in the mouth.

“The fuck? Jungkook!” A deep voice bellows but all Jimin can do is fall back onto the grass, hands clasped over his bleeding mouth as tears stream down his face.

The boy runs over in a panic, massive eyes peering down at Jimin. “Oh, shit—”

“No swearing!” The voice shouts in reprimand. It’s getting closer.

“Oh, shit,” Jungkook whispers, grabbing Jimin’s face in his hands. “My bad, bro! Don’t tell my mom, ‘kay? She’ll take my board away and I just got it as an early birthday present from my grandma.”

“Of course all you think about is yourself.”

Jungkook is easily lifted off Jimin, replaced by a silhouette whose features the 11 year old can’t make out due to the bright sun and his plentiful tears.

“You okay, kid?”

Jimin blinks as he’s lifted and propped up against his neighbor’s car. The man in front of him isn’t old like his parents but Jimin can tell he’s much older than himself. Older and hot. Mint colored bangs hang past his eyebrows, dark feline eyes studying Jimin’s bloody face before using his thumb to tug at Jimin’s upper lip.

“Aish, Jungkook, you really fucked up this time,” he mutters, pushing Jungkook back with his hip. “Okay, kid—what’s your name?”

“J-Jimin.”

Jungkook darts between them. 

“Jimin? How old are you? I’m 9! I’m taller than you but you look older. Can I call you hyung?” The little boy rambles excitedly. “I’m going to be the best dongsaeng ever. I’ll show you around, tell you which food stalls not to go to—”

“Okay, Jimin,” mint hair boy says. “I don’t think you’ll lose any teeth but your front one is a little loose. I think it’ll be okay. Did you just move here?”

Jimin nods, awestruck by the gorgeous boy still holding his face.

“Well, sorry my idiot brother welcomed you to the neighborhood this way. I’m Yoongi and, well, you know Jungkook. You okay?”

Jimin nods again, sniffling, desperate to prove he’s grown and not a kid as Yoongi keeps calling him. “I-I’m fine.”

Yoongi smiles, watching as Jimin swipes at his bloody mouth, lifting his chin and sporting an expression he hopes makes him look older.

“Good. Well, we gotta run, big guy.” Yoongi ruffles his hair, stepping back. “Sorry for the skateboard in the face. I’ll make sure to put a spider in Jungkook’s sleeping bag for you.”

“Ha, jokes on you, hyungie! I like spiders! Anyway, Jimin hyung, we’re going camping!” Jungkook beams, bouncing on his toes, skateboard slung over his shoulder, its angled lip stained with Jimin’s blood. “We go every summer. My parents stay at a cabin but Yoongi and I go real camping together, in tents and everything! Like real men.”

“Shut your trap, Kook and get in the car. You’re coming with me,” Yoongi calls from the other side of the vehicle as he gets in. “Mom and dad are taking their car.”

“Ugh, he thinks he’s the boss of me. Yoonie hyung is 21, we’re half brothers but he’s the best any kind of brother ever! Except for when he bosses me around, which is all the time. He thinks he’s a real adult—”

“Because I am a real adult. In the car now, Kook! We’re already behind schedule!”

“Older brothers suck, am I right?”

Jimin shrugs, eyes drifting back to the boy agitatedly waiting in the front seat of the silver car. “I don’t have any brothers,” he admits. “But I do have two older twin sisters and they suck ass.”

Jungkook’s smile takes up half his face, his big eyes the other half. “We’ll be back in a few weeks. I’ll come by then, okay? Sorry about your tooth!”

Jungkook takes off, quite literally jumping into the passenger seat as the car begins to reverse out of the driveway. Jimin waves at Yoongi but the older boy’s eyes are on the road and by his expression, Jimin is pretty sure he’s chastising the younger boy. Jimin is also sure of one other thing: he’s totally in love with his neighbor.

And true to his word, 3 weeks later when his neighbors return home from camping, the first thing he does is cross the lawn and knock on Jimin’s door. 

Jimin has been inseparable from Jungkook and in love with Yoongi since that summer. 

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Jimin loves spending summers with the Jeons, free from all care and responsibilities and considering he just graduated from university, this is his last hurrah of sorts before buckling down and starting his new position at his father’s boring corporate office. There is nothing Jimin would actually want to do less than wear a pressed shirt and tie everyday to a stuffy office and sit in a miniature cubicle all day. But alas, there’s no way his father would let him pursue a career in the arts because ‘real men don’t dance around in tutus' and if he’s being honest, Jimin finds the thought of moving out on his own with such limited funds utterly terrifying.

“I can’t believe Taehyungie hyung isn’t making it up this summer,” Jungkook whines with an adorable pout.

Jimin reaches out to flick the boy’s lower lip playfully, his other hand remaining on the steering wheel as he drives Mrs. Jeon’s car. Jungkook’s parents are taking the other car and the boys this car considering how much camping equipment they are bringing. “I thought you said Tae is still trying to see if he can come?”

“Yeah, he is.” Jungkook looks out the window forlornly. “It’s bad enough hyung isn’t coming again. First it’s his job and now his stupid girlfriend always monopolizes all his time. I swear he’s puss—”

“Have you talked to Tae about his coming out to his parents?” Jimin interrupts, really not wanting to hear about Yoongi’s perfect girlfriend. Jimin hasn’t seen Yoongi in over a year, as he spent the last few holidays with her family, and then the music producer was in Japan for Chuseok. Annabelle is Yoongi’s first girlfriend. Jimin’s heart would break every time the gorgeous man came home with a new boyfriend but at least there was still hope. Yoongi likes guys. Jimin’s a guy. One day, Jimin will show him just how much of a man he really is. But now Yoongi found a girl he likes enough to spend holidays with? How can Jimin compete with literally every man and woman in the world vying for the producer’s affection?

“You of all people know how hard it is to come out to your family. His parents are crazy homophobic.”

Jimin nods, steering the compact car down a windy road as they near Jungkook’s grandmother’s cabin, situated in the middle of the forest near a flowing stream and a short walk to the lake. “I get it but…you guys have been messing around for years, Kookie and his parents still think you’re just bros. Don’t you think—”

“We’re not messing around, we’re together,” he insists. “Officially.”

“Yeah, officially in secret.” Jimin presses his lips together when Jungkook pulls away from him. “I just don’t want you getting hurt, Kook.”

Jungkook looks away, eyes on the trees passing by in a blur and Jimin knows what he’s thinking. Jungkook is already hurt. He reaches over and squeezes his best friend’s thigh. “It’ll be okay, Kook. Everything will work out in its own time, yeah?”

He doesn’t tell his best friend that he’s been telling himself the same thing for the past decade.

“Can we just…change the music?” Jungkook fiddles with Jimin’s phone, searching for a new song that soon fills the gaps of their conversation during the car ride.

“When did you start liking The Killers ?” Jimin asks, checking the GPS, not that he needs to. He could drive to the cabin with his eyes closed at this point.

“Why? Now I can’t like rock music either?” Jungkook snaps. He glances at Jimin whose mouth remains tightly shut and eyes on the road as they finally approach the cabin. “I’m sorry, hyung. I guess it’s just a sore subject.”

“Don’t sweat it, kiddo. I got you, ‘kay?”

They park beside a car Jimin doesn’t recognize and as they get out, Jungkook breaks into an excited grin.

“Hyung’s here!” He bounds to the door, ignoring his bags and fishing gear and Jimin who is left with his mouth agape at the news.

“Huh?”

“Hyung got a new car, he’s here!” Jungkook shoves the door open, disappearing inside.

Jimin reluctantly follows, head spinning as he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Yoongi just might be inside. And as he steps through the threshold, he sees that Jungkook was correct. Not only is Yoongi here, but he’s also half naked. A fluffy white towel is wrapped around his slim waist, droplets of water trickling down his chest.

He’s been working out.

Jimin gulps.

His hair sticks together in clumps that block most of his dark feline eyes, an irresistible smile on his face as he wrestles his brother while trying to keep his towel secure which Jimin is eternally grateful for. He’s never seen Yoongi naked and he’s honestly scared to. Jimin has been in love with the man since he was 11 and he thinks his heart would stop if he ever actually saw Yoongi in all his naked glory. Even seeing him in wet swim trunks is too much for Jimin’s heart…and cock.

“Hey, kid. It’s been…what? A year or so?”

17 months but who’s counting? Jimin nods, stumbling when Yoongi hugs him and slaps his back boisterously. When he pulls back, Jimin is beet red and Yoongi wears a cocky smirk. One of Jimin’s many weaknesses when it comes to the 32 year old man.

“We can catch up later. Why don’t you two unpack the car while I get dressed? Then we can check out where we want to set up camp.” Yoongi’s eyes drift back to Jimin’s stoic face as he tries not to stare at the mostly naked man.

“‘Kay, hyung! But I’m sleeping with Jiminie hyung. You snore!”

“Do not!” Yoongi shouts but his younger brother is already halfway to the car. He turns to Jimin, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he leans against the doorway to one of the guestrooms. “Nice seeing you again, Jiminie. You’re looking…well.”

“Nice seeing you, too. We’ll catch up later!” Jimin disappears just as quickly, if not quicker, than Jungkook, heart racing and sweat already beading at his temples.

This day has quickly become the best dream come true and the worst nightmare. Usually, he has months to prepare himself for seeing Yoongi. He honestly doesn’t know how he’s going to get through this summer alive.

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It’s been years since Jimin had the pleasure of spending time with his hyung. Sure, Jimin may be hopelessly in love with his best friend’s brother (ugh, how cliche), but he also considers the entire Jeon family, including the one Min, as if they were his own. And Jimin has honestly missed Yoongi. The man might stop by for a couple days here and there but Yoongi hadn’t had a proper stay with his family since he graduated college 9 years ago when Jimin was 13.

Yoongi hasn’t come camping since he got his first real job as a music producer 9 years ago, too and though Jimin will always look back at every summer fondly, there’s no doubt that Yoongi’s absence was felt by all. Yoongi may be on the quiet side but his presence screams for attention. His voice is deep and sleepy, making Jimin feel all warm and gooey inside. And just as quiet as the man can be, he can just as easily burst out into one of his fits of energy that show just how similar he and Jungkook are. 

Jimin pretends to unpack their tents as he watches the man crouched by the pile of firewood Jungkook stacked at the center of their campsite. Yoongi does all those ‘manly’ things that Jimin’s father would want his own son to do. Things that have never come easily to Jimin.

“Come here, kid. Time you finally learn to light your own fire without lighter fluid.” Yoongi beckons him over and Jimin weakly crouches down next to him. He shows him how to stack the wood and explains the perfect technique to get the flint to spark. Surprisingly, Jimin catches on easily.

“See? You’re a natural.” Yoongi smiles, upper gums showing and Jimin’s heart skips a pathetic beat.

“Fuck yeah!” Jungkook screeches from somewhere behind them.

“Language!” Yoongi chastises. Some things never change.

“Whatever hyung, I’m 20, not 10. Taehyungie hyung just texted. He’s on his way!” Jungkook’s smile could light up the night sky and Jimin’s sputtering heart is now filled with warmth for the boy he adores so much. Jungkook’s happiness is always one of Jimin’s top priorities.

But then reality hits. And it hits hard. “But we don’t have enough tents.”

“Sure we do,” Yoongi throws an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him in for a tight side hug. “You and I can bunk up so the love birds can have some privacy. We should probably set our tent up a good distance away. I don’t want to be scarred for life hearing those two horny devils.”

Our tent.

“Excuse me!” Jungkook gasps with an affronted expression. “That’s my future baby daddy! Besides, nothing is worse than walking in on you and that American girlfriend of yours.”

“Ex,” Yoongi corrects him quickly, eyes flicking in Jimin’s direction as the boy is lost in thought, tent poles hanging limply from his small hands.

Jungkook scoffs. “Just as well. I don’t even remember her name nor do I want to. She was so jealous. Remember the time you said she saw that pic of you, me and Jimin hyung and she freaked—”

“So, when will Taehyung-ah get here?” Yoongi interrupts, eyes focused on fanning the fire.

Jungkook shrugs. “Not soon enough. Sometime tonight. Anyway, can we make the steak for dinner since hyungie will be here?”

“ ‘We’ is a lot of people,” Yoongi laughs, wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s neck in a half nelson. “But yeah, why don’t you guys go play while I set up the tents and start prepping food?”

Jungkook takes off before his brother assigns him an unwanted task but Jimin just frowns. Go play? Will Yoongi always see him as that annoying 11 year old who took a skateboard to the face?

Faking a big yawn, Jimin stretches, arms extended high above his head, his tank top rising to reveal his midriff. Like a moth to a flame, Yoongi’s eyes linger on that golden sliver of skin and Jimin smugly waits for the producer’s eyes to meet his. It takes a few moments. A few moments he relishes in.

Yoongi shakes his head as if trying to clear it. “Go play, Jimin-ah. I’ll come meet you guys in a bit.”

“Whatever you say…hyung,” Jimin says, voice unnecessarily low and words drawn out. Yoongi’s eyes flick back to his mouth which curves up into a pleased smirk of his own. “See ya later. Hyung.”

Jimin doesn’t wait or turn around to see if Yoongi is watching him. By the obvious lack of noise behind him, he knows Yoongi is staring. Coming to a brief stop, Jimin stretches his legs then touches the ground with his hands to stretch his hamstrings. He looks over his shoulder, catching Yoongi mid-stare.

“You really should stretch before you start doing all that or you’ll be sore later,” he advises innocently. “Or maybe I can help you tonight, after the love birds go to sleep.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, doesn’t wait for Yoongi to close his slack mouth. With a wink, Jimin turns and jogs off in the direction his best friend headed.

Yeah, this summer is going to be interesting.

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Kim Taehyung arrives late, well after dinner time and of course after much begging—and whining—Yoongi acquiesces to his brother's petitions to cook Tae’s steak…at midnight. Jimin doesn’t mind the interruption and the addition of another man, even if it is someone so completely gorgeous that he sometimes finds himself a little self conscious around him. But he actually loves Tae. He, Jungkook and Jimin met about 6 years ago, the two younger boys starting to fall for each other almost immediately. The rest was history.

So, now here he is, standing outside the tent he’s meant to share with Yoongi, cock already starting to come to attention at the mere thought of the man inside the tent. He dives in, quickly tucking himself into his sleeping bag before Yoongi can even turn around.

“Are you still hungry, Jimin-ah? There are some leftovers, they’re cold but I like cold leftovers,” Yoongi offers, moving to stand.

“No, it’s okay, hyung. I’m stuffed. I ate like half of Tae’s steak. I wouldn’t mind something—”

“Sweet?” Yoongi finishes, hand held out and Jimin smiles. In his hand is a small box containing several honey pastries.

“Yakgwa? Those are my favorite!” Jimin beams, jumping up to grab them.

“Yeah, I know.” Yoongi smiles as Jimin gobbles up the sweets happily. “Hyung remembers everything.”

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Jimin can’t escape Yoongi and those eyes that seem to follow every move he makes. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. He barely slept last night, finding it difficult to relax and not focus on all of Yoongi’s sexy and crazy adorable little noises. Jungkook is wrong. Yoongi does not snore. But he does hum and Jimin finds it one thousand percent endearing considering how much his hyung adores music though he can’t carry a tune. Jimin wishes he could sing to Yoongi. Maybe then the older man would see him differently.

Cleaning dishes has always been one of the few things that calms Jimin’s nerves, so when Tae and Jungkook pretend to fall back asleep after an early breakfast, prepared by Yoongi of course, Jimin is quick to take the bucket of pans and plates to the nearby river for rinsing. He could technically go back to the cabin but that’s not real camping. 

The early morning sun is beating down on his bare chest when he hears some shuffling behind him. A typical person might get scared thinking it's an animal considering they’re in the woods in the middle of nowhere, but Jimin is pretty sure the sound of branches snapping and sharp cursing is coming from his hyung.

“Aissh, hyung, I thought you were a bear!” He teases, smiling up at Yoongi who rolls his eyes and plops down on a nearby rock ledge. 

The man removes the bag slung across his back, pulling out a notebook and headphones. 

“So, hyung, will you be staying just a few days again?” Jimin asks casually.

Everyone knows Yoongi’s career is his life and he has cancelled many a summer vacation because of deadlines or deals with hot new bands. Jimin knows that Yoongi’s life isn’t all glitz and glamour but it’s definitely more exciting than his own.

Yoongi just shrugs, chucking a rock at the water. “Just taking it one day at a time, I guess. Nothing is set in stone. I had to get away, clear my head.” He sighs, exasperation written all over his delicate features. “I can’t write. Haven’t been able to for months.”

“Hmm. That must be so frustrating,” Jimin says softly, stepping out of the river’s rushing water and tugging on one of Jungkook’s old ratty t-shirts. Once he’s covered, he moves to stand beside his hyung, staring out at the gorgeous view. “Maybe you just need some inspiration. I mean, look around you, this place is filled with beautiful things.”

“Yeah…it is.”

Jimin misses the way Yoongi’s eyes remain on him as he speaks those three words.

He wipes his hands on his shorts, smiling down at Yoongi. “Well, I’ll let you focus on your music. Good luck, Yoongi hyung”

“You can stay…if you want.”

Jimin hesitates, wanting nothing more in the world than to sit and spend time with Yoongi. They haven’t done that in years.

“You ever heard of body doubling?” Yoongi asks, continuing when Jimin nods. “Sometimes having someone around helps me focus.”

Jimin nods again, settling down beside the man who opens his notebook and begins tapping his pen against his pursed lips. His hair is so black and so shiny Jimin feels like he’ll die if he can’t run his fingers though it one day.

Time passes slowly but peacefully and Jimin finds himself lying on the soft grass, letting the sun’s uninterrupted warmth lull him into a comfortable state of semi-consciousness. 

“Did you want to hear one of the songs I’m working on? Or trying to, at least?”

Jimin opens one eye to look at his hyung, blocking the sun’s rays with his hand. “Really?”

Yoongi smiles. “Yeah, I’ll email them to you.”

“You’re not worried that I’ll leak the tracks or something?” Jimin teases, narrowing his brows deviously. 

And Yoongi laughs, light pink gums showing at the corners of his mouth. “Not at all, kid. Besides, I know where you live.” 

The older man picks up his phone and in less than 30 seconds, Jimin’s phone pings with 3 new email notifications. Immediately downloading the files, Jimin opens the first track. The quiet of the bubbling brook is disrupted by the deep bass that releases a forlorn jazzy melody. It’s hypnotizing, pulling Jimin in as he lays back down, hands folded under his head. He closes his eyes, once again missing the way Yoongi watches him, a soft smile on his lips. 

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They decide to spend the next day fishing on the lake, hoping to catch enough for a dinner feast. Yoongi and Jimin opt to take the canoe, leaving the two younger boys to ‘fish’ at the lake’s edge where they lie in each other’s arms by the sandy lake line. 

“They’re cute, huh?” Yoongi asks after an hour or so of comfortable silence, nodding his chin in his brother’s direction. The boy is running after Taehyung only to lift him in the air and crash into the lake, dousing them both. Jimin can clearly hear Taehyung’s cries for help. 

He nods because they are. Jungkook and his boyfriend are adorable. Precious. What they have is so special and it breaks his heart that Jungkook can’t love him openly. He turns his head to watch Yoongi frown at his fishing rod. He sets it down in the belly of the canoe, grabbing the rod Jimin was using up until 5 minutes ago. 

“You’re done, right? I want to try to get a few extra since we all know Kook likes to eat off your plate for some reason.”

Jimin yawns, squirming as he tries to stretch without tipping the canoe. “Well, that’s easy. When you left for college, Jungkook only had me to be like a big brother to him. He loves to piss me off.”

“Aw, so does that make you my lil—”

“No.” Jimin is quick to interrupt. “Anyway, it’s so freaking hot. Can we go back?”

“I told you, I want to catch a couple more for your dinner. You’ll thank me later,” Yoongi grumbles, bracing his arm back before he casts his line. Everything he does is so hot. “Go for a swim. We are in the middle of a lake. Just stay away from my line.”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice, knowing Yoongi is letting him off the hook to swim rather than fish. Standing to his feet, he spreads his legs wide to balance himself as he pulls his shirt over his head. Tossing it on top of Yoongi’s discarded rod— fishing rod—Jimin leaps into the water, its chill temperature cooling him off immediately. 

He’s always loved swimming, being in the water is like second nature to him. He remembers how sad he was as a kid when they moved away from the coast. But he did get Jungkook so that’s more than fair trade. And he got Yoongi, too. Kind of. 

After a while of swimming and floating around aimlessly, Jimin finally lifts himself over the side of the canoe, letting the lake water roll down his golden skin as he sits back down. 

“When did you get that?”

Jimin looks at his hyung, the man’s eyes glued to Jimin’s right rib cage. Nevermind. Yoongi’s first song he fully produced himself at his new label. 

“Uh, back when it was released, I guess,” he mutters, tugging his shirt back on. 

Yoongi frowns, clearly doing the math. “Jimin-ah, that was 6 years ago. You were 16!”

“And?”

“Who the hell tattoos a 16 year old!?”

“Simmer down, grandpa,” Jimin laughs. “Besides, that song got me through a lot at 16. It’s not like I got it on a whim.”

“Hmph, well…it looks good.” Yoongi looks away for a brief moment before turning back and locking eyes with Jimin. “My lyrics look good on you.”

Jimin’s mouth goes dry, the canoe gently rocking back and forth. “Uh, thanks. I mean, I’m no Taehyung but I try to hold my own.” He means for it to be a lighthearted quip but Yoongi frowns, eyes dark and piercing.

“Yooooon-giiiiiii!” Jungkook screams from the shore, Taehyung beside him waving them in. “Huuun-gryyyyy!”

“For christ’s sake. He’s such a child,” Yoongi mutters, reeling in his line rapidly to accommodate his brother.

Jimin rolls his eyes, somewhat thankful for the sudden interruption.

Somewhat.

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The foursome head back to the cabin for showers, fish deboning and to spend some time with Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. They are thrilled when Taehyung enters the home, big boxy grin becoming even bigger when they engulf him in a huge hug, Mrs. Jeon fawning all over him and going on and on about how he just keeps getting more and more gorgeous every year. She then turns to Jimin, squishing his cheeks playfully.

“Don’t you worry, honey baby, you’re gorgeous, too!”

Jimin pretends to whine but everyone in that room knows he loves the Jeons’ doting attention. His own parents love him, he knows they do but that doesn’t make it any easier for his father to accept that his only son is gay. But unlike Taehyung, at least his parent’s wouldn’t ever disown him or cut him off.

They spend all afternoon with the Jeons, eating a huge lunch and then going for a hike along one of the nearby trails. The hike is followed by another round of showers before the guys head back to camp.

As promised, Yoongi cooks up a feast including Kujang Rainbow trout and loach which he adds to the pot to make Chueo-tang soup. Jungkook reheated the rice they pre-cooked at the cabin and Taehyung is quick to clean up after them. They’re an efficient group, easily falling into old routines and comfortable conversation.

Jimin is stuffed. Sure enough, Jungkook did eat most of his fish and he would’ve pouted longer if Yoongi hadn’t chosen right then to pull out the extra fish he caught and cooked for Jimin. He tries not to make more of the gesture than what it is. He knows Yoongi is just a thoughtful, considerate person. Extra fish doesn’t mean anything.

Once everything is cleaned up, Jungkook plays music from his bluetooth speaker, Taehyung pulling him up to dance. Jimin finds himself watching them with a smile on his face. Over the years, he and Taehyung have kept in touch, regularly texting and video chatting. As he watches Jungkook wrap his arms around his boyfriend, face nuzzling his neck, Jimin really hopes everything works out for them.

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

“Are you having fun?” Jimin asks Yoongi as they sit by the fire watching the cute couple dance crazily around the campground.

“I was actually hoping to spend more time with my brother,” Yoongi says with a laugh.

“Ha!” Jimin barks. “Good luck prying them off each other.” 

“For fuckssake, they’re practically connected at the hip.”

“Or at the di—”

“Don’t!” Yoongi jumps, hand over Jimin’s mouth as the younger man tries to escape his grasp, both of them falling to the ground. “I don’t need that image stuck in my head!”

“Hey!” Jungkook calls out, arms still around his boyfriend. “Back off my best friend, hyung! Don’t get any crazy ideas just because pussy didn’t do it for you!”

“Oh my god, Kookie!” Taehyung’s jaw drops. “Ignore your brother, Yoongi hyung. He’s drunk.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, grunting as he pushes on the ground to lift himself up, completely unphased by his brother’s drunken words.

But not Jimin. Jungkook has asked him countless times over the years if he liked Yoongi. Jimin doesn’t think his friend really believes that he does but rather that the inquiries are born more out of insecurity. Jungkook’s older brother is 12 years older than him so by the time he was 8, Yoongi wasn’t living at home anymore and the boy grew up trying to prove himself a ‘man’ to Jimin. Quite similar to Jimin trying to prove the same to Yoongi. Only with Jimin, the feelings are anything but platonic. But like any good friend would, Jimin has repeatedly promised he would never go after Yoongi.

Ever.

“What about you, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks once they settle back down. Taehyung is now slowly swaying with Jungkook, soft smiles on both their faces. “No boyfriend?”

Jimin shakes his head, eyes on the dancing flames of their campfire. “Nah. I’m not really looking to be tied down right now.”

“Lies. I know you.” 

“Oh, do you?” Jimin laughs, accepting another beer that Yoongi hands him.

Yoongi holds his gaze. “I do.” He leans back against his backpack, head tilting back as he looks down his nose at Jimin. 

Jimin loves his nose. 

“I know you want to be told you’re pretty and taken out on dates and shown off. I know you want someone to take care of because that’s the type of person you are. You care about, and for, people.”

Jimin looks down, blushing. Maybe Yoongi has taken more notice of him than he originally thought.

“I also know that as much as you like Taehyung, you’re scared he’s going to break Kookie’s heart.”

“Ahh, that’s where you’re wrong, hyung,” Jimin says, the orange of the fire making his eyes sparkle.

Yoongi’s eyes remain transfixed on him. “Am I?”

Jimin nods slowly. “Yeah. I’m scared they’ll both get their hearts broken. Which is exactly why I’m not looking to settle down. Why bother when guys my age are all the same and looking for only 1 thing?”

“Hmm, true.” Yoongi watches him. “Maybe you need to look for someone more…”

“Mature?”

Yoongi’s eyes flicker something dark and Jimin’s stomach tightens. “Yeah,” the older man agrees, voice low and eyes burning mischievously. “Mature.”

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They drink well into the night, eventually turning in when Jungkook drunkenly climbs on top of Taehyung who giggles, dragging him back to their tent. Yoongi falls on top of his sleeping bag after returning from taking a piss.

“I can’t keep up with you young kids,” he grumbles, making Jimin laugh.

“Come on grandpa, it’s only 2am!” He tosses a small bundle he’s been using as a pillow at Yoongi playfully, pleased with the half smile the man tries to hide. “And I’m only joking. 32 isn’t that old.” He knows his voice is teasing and Yoongi’s skeptical expression only adds to his amusement. “I’m just kidding, hyung…don’t get your diapers in a bunch.”

“Fucking punk,” Yoongi laughes, chucking the makeshift pillow right back at him.

Yoongi turns their light off and after a few minutes he breaks the silence. “Earlier out on the lake, you said something about Taehyung.”

Shit. Jimin’s heart clenches in his chest. Is this where Yoongi tells him he has the hots for his brother’s boyfriend?

Turning onto his side completely, Yoongi props his head up with his hand. “You know, my mom’s right.”

“Hmm?” Jimin hums, looking up at the clear panel in the roof of their tent that lets him view the twinkling stars.

“About you being gorgeous. You’re…gorgeous.”

Yoongi thinks he’s gorgeous. Jimin doesn’t dare look to the side, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest he’s surprised Yoongi doesn’t call him out on it.

“You came a long way from that scrawny 11 year old.”

They both laugh, Jimin groaning. “I was pretty scrawny, huh? But my stupid fat cheeks always made me look so—”

“Cute. You were a cute kid, Jimin-ah. Stop making fun of yourself.”

Jimin likes the fondness in Yoongi’s voice but can’t help but tease his younger self further. “Yeah, real cute with my bowl haircut and crooked tooth. Fucking Jungkookie.”

“Ah, he probably did you a favor. You know what they say about crooked teeth–”

“What do they say?”

Yoongi clears his throat uncomfortably. “We should probably go to sleep. I’m old and tired.”

“Hyung, just tell me. I’m not a baby.”

“Just something stupid guys say,” Yoongi says, voice tight.

Jimin takes the opportunity to lean over and playfully punch Yoongi in the shoulder. Neither of them move away from each other. “Not sure if you noticed but…I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, you are.” Yoongi tilts his head, studying him.

“So, what do ‘they’ say? People with crooked teeth what?”

“That you–they’re…really good with their mouths.” His eyes are on Jimin’s lips as the younger man wets them with his tongue. Yoongi subconsciously mimics the motion.

“Oh, really?” Jimin looks up at the sky again, pretending to be deep in thought before he smirks, eyes matching Yoongi’s. “Yeah. I’ve been told that.”

Yoongi almost chokes on his saliva. 

“Wow, okay. All grown up, huh, kid?”

“Well, I’m not sure if you noticed this either but…,” Jimin leans over, lips brushing Yoongi’s ear, delighted when he feels the man shiver, “I’m not a kid anymore…hyung.”

It’s quiet and dark and their tent is filled with tension that could snap at any moment. Suddenly, a low guttural moan is heard from across their camp. Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Ew,” Jimin flops back on the ground, pillow over his head.

“Tomorrow we’re moving our tent farther away,” Yoongi decides with a huff, pulling on his headphones.

20 min later, Jimin feels their sleep sacks shift, Yoongi inching closer.

“Jimin-ah?”

The boy remains still, eyes closed as he holds his breath. Having Yoongi so close, voice so low and intimate…it just does things to him and Jimin isn’t sure if he’s ready to hear what the man has to say within the cover of night.

With a frustrated huff, Yoongi turns around, berating himself under his breath.

Jimin smirks.

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Their innocent flirting seems different over the next two days and nights, less teasing and more…testing the waters. Jimin finds himself enjoying having his hyung’s undivided attention for once. Usually the man is friendly but obviously his focus tends to land on his younger brother.

But not this summer. And Jimin takes full advantage of that fact as well as the humidity that has settled over them like a damp towel.

He doesn’t mind the heat, but Yoongi is a different story. Despite camping every summer, the music producer is definitely more of an indoor person.

But not this summer. This summer, Yoongi is the one suggesting to go on different hikes, inevitably spending the entire trek with Jimin as Jungkook and Taehyung take their time behind them, swinging their intertwined hands. Jimin loves talking to Yoongi. The man is a wealth of knowledge on the most useless topics. Sexy. 

“Fuck, Jimin-ah. I’ve told you like 5 times already that you can’t just eat any old berry in the woods. It could be poisonous!”

“Well,” Jimin munches on some bright red berries, holding one out for Yoongi to observe. “Is it poisonous?”

Yoongi takes it, holding the berry between 2 fingers as he scrutinizes it closely. “I don’t think so.”

“Told ya.” Jimin bites his lip. Fuck it. He leans in quickly, wrapping his lips around Yoongi’s two fingers, his tongue gliding along their underside as it flicks the berry into his mouth. They do not break eye contact. “Mmm. 10 out of 10, would definitely…eat again.”

“Jimin.”

Yoongi’s voice is barely a breath and Jimin bites his lip playfully as he saunters away. “Come on, grandpa. The kids got ahead of us and you know they’ll probably get poison ivy on their asses if we don’t find them soon.”

He smirks, catching the way Yoongi adjusts himself in his shorts.

That night, Jimin decides he’s going to make a move. They’ve been camping for about a week and Yoongi could really leave at any time and time is precious. Jimin offers to marinate the meat for dinner, adding in some honey for a touch of sweetness. And when he snatches the first cooked piece with the grilling tongs, he steps over to Yoongi who was talking to Taehyung.

“Open up.”

Yoongi blinks, lips parting without question which makes Jimin internally giddy. He plucks the meat from the tongs with his fingers and holds it out just enough that Yoongi would have to come closer to take it. And Yoongi takes the literal bait, stepping forward and leaning in. His eyes are locked on Jimin’s as his naturally pouty lips take in more than half the length of Jimin’s fingers, moaning around them when the sweet tang of honey hits his palette.

“Fuck,” he practically moans as Jimin sucks the juices off his own fingers salaciously.

“Fuck,” Taehyung murmurs in shock at such a blatent display of flirting. “Uh, I’ll go look for Kookie.”

“No, I’ll go get him. You guys set up the plates.” Jimin smiles innocently, practically prancing away to find Jungkook who should be on his way back from getting more cooked rice from the cabin.

After dinner, Taehyung and Jungkook get into a boisterous karaoke sing off, so entrenched in their antics that Jimin feels bold enough to grab Yoongi’s hand and drag him to his feet.

“Dance with me, hyung.”

“I’m stuffed, Jimin-ah,” he groans, one hand patting his belly, the other still in Jimin’s grasp.

Jimin dances his fingers along Yoongi’s lower abdomen, leaning in to purr, “let me help you work that off…hyung.”

The music changes, and Jungkook turns the volume all the way up. “I love this song!”

Smokesprite (feat. RM)

Taehyung nods, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, kissing his neck. “I still can’t believe you know RM, Yoongi hyung. He’s like, famous famous!”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees with a wicked smile. “He’s like famous famous, and hot.”

“Joon is one of my best friends, please don’t tell me how sexy you think he is,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, letting Jimin take his arms and wrap them around his trim waist as they slowly sway side to side.

“No? Why? Would it bother you if I told you I dreamt of him fucking me?”

“Jimin!” Yoongi’s eyes snap wide open, arms going stiff before Jimin pulls him closer, hands on the back of the man’s neck so he can whisper in his ear.

“Or would you rather I told you I fantasize about him fucking my face? After all, you know what they say about guys with crooked teeth.”

Their bodies graze each other’s, close enough that Jimin can feel Yoongi’s cock begin to harden. He smirks. “You know what, hyung? I’m so tired. I think I’m going to hit the hay.”

He turns and walks toward their tent, pausing briefly before ducking inside, glancing over his shoulder at Yoongi. “You should hit it, too…hyung.”

Jimin sits with his legs stretched out, leaning back on his hands as he waits. He can just picture Yoongi pacing, debating the pros and cons of his next actions. But Jimin isn’t worried. All he needs is for Yoongi to step into their tent and the rest is up to him.

The flap opens and Yoongi makes his way inside, leaving his sneakers outside before he zips the tent shut. It’s dark but the moon and starlight illuminate the tent enough that they can see each other fully. With his heart racing, Jimin shifts forward, crawling over to his hyung and not stopping until the man has laid back completely and his chest rises and drops rapidly.

“Hyung?” He keeps his voice low, alluring, not wanting to break the tranquil tension of the moment. His hand slides up Yoongi’s thigh, hesitating only briefly before roaming beneath his shorts, palming his hard cock with the palm of his hand.

“Jimin!” The noise that escapes the man is one filled with shock and pleasure.

“Hyung,” Jimin continues, face mere inches from Yoongi’s. “I’m going to suck your cock. Tell me to stop now and I will.”

“Jimin…”

“Tell me, hyung, and I’ll stop and pretend this never happened.”

He almost misses it but a very soft, resigned sigh leaves the man’s throat, eyes closing as he gives in to what they both want so badly. Jimin doesn’t waste any time, having wanted this for far longer than he can even remember.

The taste of his hyung on his lips is dizzying and he honestly can’t believe this is actually happening. Finally happening. Yoongi’s chin and neck are gruff with stubble that is usually clean shaven. His chest stutters when Jimin pulls his shirt up, a trail of wet kisses making their way down lower and lower…

Jimin doesn’t have to look up at him for permission. Yoongi lifts his hips and the younger man is all too happy to oblige, yanking his shorts off and taking him in his mouth immediately.

“Fuck!”

“Shh!” Jimin pops off, shushing him with a frown. “Jungkookie will hear you.”

“Oh god, what are we doing? Jungkoo-” Yoongi gasps, hands flying to Jimin’s head as he starts bobbing up and down, tongue working the music producer like the tasty treat he always knew his hyung would be. “Fuck, Jimin, Jim—in, fuck.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, hand searching for something until it finds a stray shirt that he throws at Yoongi’s face. Yoongi balls it up and bites on it, a shiver raking through his taut body as Jimin’s tongue digs into the slit at the head of his cock.

Nothing good will come of this. Jimin knows this. And Jimin does not care one fucking bit. Does he want Yoongi? Yes. Does he want all of Yoongi and not just his body? Fuck yes. But he also knows the chances of getting what he wants are slim to none so he will take what he can get. And if all he can get is Yoongi’s massive fucking cock down his throat…well then, fuck it. Jimin will take all of it and he’ll take it gladly.

And he does. He relaxes his jaw, breathing slowly through his nose as he hollows his cheeks and takes Yoongi deeper until his nose is brushing the man’s pelvic bone. Fuck. Yoongi’s so hot with his stifled whimpers and hips that keep rocking upward. The tent is hot and stuffy, bordering on sweltering but Jimin just loves it even more, relishing in the pungent scent of flesh and arousal. If they were to fuck, this is what it would smell like. He whines and Yoongi’s hand is immediately in his hair, stroking him tenderly, gently.

“Fuck, Jimin, baby, so good.”

Jimin preens like a fucking peacock at the praise Yoongi murmurs into the shirt still covering his face. Which just won’t do. The younger man snatches the shirt and tosses it behind him, eyes locking on Yoongi’s as he deepthroats him, Yoongi’s body convulsing at the feel of Jimin’s throat constricting around him.

“J-JJimin, Jimin?”

Jimin nods, one hand fondling Yoongi’s tight balls as the other holds him down by his hip. Yoongi is sweating and Jimin is one cocky bastard, humming around him and sucking like his hyung is a fucking lollipop. Yoongi comes with a shudder, his body practically bending in half from the force of his orgasm rushing through his body and down Jimin’s throat.

The boy loves the feel of Yoongi’s hands on either side of his head as his hips thrust erratically, milking himself with Jimin’s mouth. When he pulls out, Jimin lazily kisses and sucks at his hyung’s hip until he’s sure a dark mark will bloom. A reminder of what he let his dongsaeng do to him.

“Come here, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi mumbles, voice gruff and heady with desire.

“Hmm?” He murmurs innocently, batting his lashes.

“Come here, let me take care of you.”

And as much as Jimin would like nothing more than to fuck Yoongi’s small mouth with his fat cock, Jimin shakes his head coyly with a yawn. “Maybe next time.”

“Next—what?” Yoongi asks, propping himself up on his elbows.

Jimin forces another fake yawn, making sure to arch his back and push out his ass as he stretches. “I said maybe tomorrow. Sucking dick makes me sleepy. Night hyung!”

Turning his back to Yoongi, Jimin presses his lips together, praying that Yoongi is truly as frustrated as he sounds when he clearly huffs behind him.

With a grunt that sounds comically close to a whine, Yoongi drops to his back, eyes on the sky through the clear panel in the tent as Jimin pretends to fall asleep. The boy hopes his plan works because he knows that if he lets Yoongi return the favor, tomorrow in the face of daylight, his hyung will apologize and swear they can never make this ‘mistake’ again. But if Jimin holds out…he just knows Yoongi will come crawling back to him. And he can’t wait.

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Jimin can’t help the dopey smile on his face when Yoongi cannonballs off the rock’s ledge and into the lagoon. And to think, he only did it because Jimin begged him to. The man had wanted to wait where he was seated and write but Jimin refused to keep being the third wheel to his best friend and his boyfriend’s romantic canoodling. 

He thought Yoongi might act weird when they woke up that morning but the only difference is that now Yoongi isn’t hiding how often he watches Jimin. The younger man fucking loves it. He loves knowing that no matter where he is or what he’s doing, Yoongi’s watchful eyes are on him. Studying him. It sends chills up his spine every single time he catches the man’s eyes roaming his body, lingering on his Nevermind tattoo. 

Swimming over to Yoongi, Jimin skims the man’s waist with his fingertips, holding back a smile when Yoongi shivers. 

“I hope I didn’t pressure you into getting wet,” he says innocently, watching Yoongi’s eyes darken. 

The producer takes his hand underwater, pulling him a little closer. “You know I can’t say no to you or Jungkookie. Or Taehyungie, for that matter.”

“Stop lumping me in with them.” Jimin’s voice is soft though his tone is demanding. He floats closer until they’re chest to chest. 

Yoongi’s brow furrows as he studies Jimin’s face thoughtfully. 

“Ow! I have a cramp in my leg!” Jimin whines convincingly enough that Jungkook turns his head from where he and Taehyung are making out a good distance away. 

“Hyung, help Jimin hyung!” Jungkook shouts in concern.

Yoongi reaches for Jimin and the younger man lets him pull him close, wrapping his strong legs around Yoongi’s waist and grinding down hard on his dick. 

“Ji-shit, my god J-Jimin, what’re you…Jungkookie is right there!”

Jimin bats his eyelashes seductively, rolling his hips again and taking note that despite his stuttered words, Yoongi is gripping his hips and pressing Jimin down firmly against his cock. 

“I’m gonna go rub one off real quick,” the shameless boy says with a straight face, pushing off Yoongi and expertly swimming backwards toward the shore. He calls out to Taehyung and Jungkook. “Gonna go take a piss, don’t drown while I’m gone! Your hyung won’t be able to save you!”

Jimin is leaning against a tree, waiting patiently with his hand down his bathing suit shorts, lazily stroking himself when Yoongi arrives a few minutes later. A satisfied bubble of excitement settles in the pit of his stomach.

“Are you really gonna jerk off?” Yoongi asks a bit breathlessly, taking in Jimin’s alluring stance. 

Jimin nods. “Why? Wanna watch?”

“Jimin…fuck.” Yoongi looks away but his eyes find Jimin’s again almost immediately. “What…what are we doing?”

Jimin shrugs, hand still working himself with slow, lazy movements. “Whatever you want to do, hyung. I’m game.”

“You’re my baby brother’s best friend.”

“And? You didn’t seem to mind when you were coming down my throat last night.”

“Holy shit, Jimin. The mouth on you!” Yoongi presses the heels of his palms against his closed eyelids, letting out a long breath. “You know there’s no going back after this, right?”

“Wasn’t planning on it. You?”

Yoongi shakes his head, eyes zeroing in on Jimin’s mouth. His voice drops to a gravelly baritone as he inches closer. “Tell me what you want, Jimin-ah.” 

Jimin moans at his hyung’s tone. “Suck my dick, hyung.” He smirks, tongue wetting his lips. “Pretty please.”

Yoongi bites his lip, looking down at him. “You’re such a smart ass, you know?”

“Mhmm,” Jimin lifts his eyebrows flirtatiously. “Yeah, you love it, gramps.”

“Fuck you.” Yoongi grabs him from behind his neck, yanking him up against his chest. “But yeah. Yeah, kid. I do.”

The kiss they share is hard and messy, all the blood in Jimin’s body rushing south. Yoongi is all over him, pressing him against the tree, thigh between Jimin’s spread legs and rutting against him as he growls into his mouth. 

“When did you get so fucking bold, huh?” He asks, biting on Jimin’s neck as he makes his way down his toned chest. His lips part, tongue slipping out to lick at Jimin’s ribcage, trying to consume his own lyrics inked onto the boy’s body. “So fucking sexy.”

“Always been like this, hyung.” Jimin’s breath catches when Yoongi’s hands slip into his shorts, wrapping around his own as he pumps his length. “You just never noticed me.”

“You were a fucking kid, Jimin. Of course I didn’t notice you. Never like that.”

“Mmm, faster, hyung,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward, desperate for more friction. “And now? Now you notice me?”

Yoongi’s eyes flash dangerously, hand speeding up as his other hand lowers Jimin’s shorts and he sinks to his knees. “I more than notice you now, Jimin-ah. Now stop making so much noise before I shove my dick in your mouth to keep you quiet.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, hyung,” Jimin half jokes, groaning when he feels the heat of Yoongi’s mouth over his bare cock. He isn’t expecting the kitten licks that pepper the head of his dick, nor does he expect Yoongi to lift his dick out of the way so he can gently suck his balls into his mouth.

“Hyuuung,” he whimpers, body trembling, so sensitive as a cool breeze sends goosebumps across his flesh.

“You like hyung’s mouth on you, baby?” Yoongi pumps at his cock again, feline eyes staring him down. And even on his knees, he somehow still makes Jimin feel like prey.

All he can do is nod, nod and tremble and cover his own babbling mouth as his hyung sucks his cock so expertly, Jimin feels as if he might pass out. His body sways, head light and fuzzy and completely caught up in the fact that his Yoongi hyung is sucking his fucking cock like a starved man. Knowing every steamy moment they share can easily be their last, Jimin makes the most of it, rolling his hips and running his fingers through Yoongi’s wet, black hair, tugging until the older man hisses around him.

Yoongi was made to make music and suck dick, apparently. Jimin has had his fair share of blowjobs but this one is, by far, the most mind blowing. Literally. Yoongi is an enthusiastic lover and just as excited, if not moreso, to give than he was last night when he was the receiver. Jimin loves the feel of those big, strong hands on his ass, squeezing his flesh with such desperation he can feel nothing but euphoria. No amount of fantasizing or wet dreams could prepare him for this, for the real thing.

Without warning, Yoongi does some crazy flick with his tongue while sucking and bobbing and squeezing Jimin’s ass. Before he knows it, Jimin is coming down Yoongi’s throat, crying out into his own small hands that cover his mouth in an attempt to stifle his impassioned moans. But even after the initial high of his orgasm slowly fades, Yoongi keeps gently sucking, his hand now slipping into his own bathing suit trunks. If Jimin hadn’t come so hard, he’d probably be erect again in mere seconds. He opts to relax against the tree, ignoring how the bark scratches at his back and instead focusing on the man getting off on sucking his dick. Yoongi comes all over his hand after one particularly rough tug at his hair, a soft mewl escaping his lips that Jimin will surely dream about for the rest of his existence.

“Jimin-ah.” Yoongi uses the boy’s body as leverage to help himself stand. His cum-soaked hand palms at Jimin’s ass possessively, his voice low and dangerous in Jimin’s ear. “Jimin-ah…”

“Yes, hyung?” He whispers breathlessly.

Yoongi leans his forehead against his, licking his lips before rubbing the front of his soiled trunks against Jimin’s bare, softening cock. “Hyung’s going to fuck you tonight. Be a good boy and go wash up so we can move our tent when we get back.”

And Jimin is nothing if not obedient…sometimes. So, he nods with a cocky smirk on his face, leans in, and presses a confident kiss onto Yoongi’s lips. “You’re the one who needs to clean up, gramps. Creamed yourself sucking me off like a fucking teenager.”

“What can I say?” Yoongi deepens the kiss briefly before coming back up for air. “You make me feel like a teenager. Wreckless. You’re dangerous, Park Jimin.”

Biting Yoongi’s lip one last time, Jimin darts out from beneath his arms, heading back to the lake. “Race you back, grandpa!”

He’s not actually expecting Yoongi to run. The fastest he’s ever seen the man move is his crazy brisk airport walk. But Jimin barely makes it back to the water’s edge when Yoongi runs up from behind him, scoops him up and dives into the water, their yelps and laughter drowned out by the splashing and jovial hoots of Jungkook and Taehyung.

Jimin can honestly say he’s never been happier.

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Sweater Weather - the Neighborhood

“Nice shirt,” Yoongi laughs when he enters their tent hours after dinner. 

Jimin glances down at the shirt where there is a bright blue peacock with its plumage fanned out prettily. Big bold yellow letters spell out: ‘Suck my’ above it. “Oops. It’s Jungkookie’s.”

He cringes, worried that any mention of Yoongi’s younger brother would make him second guess their actions. But apparently there’s no need to worry as once the tent is securely zipped, Yoongi instantly sits in front of him, pulling Jimin onto his lap. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” the man practically growls, sending goosebumps up and down Jimin’s limbs. 

“Yeah,” Jimin rolls his eyes, suddenly insecure for the second time that night. “Gorgeous in the same way your brother is gorgeous?”

Yoongi inches his face into Jimin’s personal space, arousal dripping from his voice and burning in his eyes. 

“Nothing like my brother,” Yoongi says huskily, breath fanning over Jimin’s parted lips. He tugs at the shirt, giving it enough of a snap that Jimin gasps. “And this…was my shirt first.”

Jimin gulps, allowing Yoongi to undress him. It’s the first time he’s completely naked in front of the man and the obvious approval in the producer’s eyes has Jimin preening like the peacock on Jungk—Yoongi’s shirt. 

“Tell me you have lube.”

Jimin nods, waiting as Yoongi snatches his backpack and rifles through the front pocket, extracting a couple packets of lube and a condom. They’re all over each other in an instant, hands tugging at hair and hips already grinding together deliciously. Jimin cries out in surprise when he’s tossed onto his front, hips pulled upward and asscheeks spread. 

He definitely didn’t have Yoongi eating him out on his bingo card but—holy fuck, what is Yoongi doing with his tongue. Jimin’s thighs quiver and he suddenly realizes that he’s already so worked up he could easily come on Yoongi’s tongue alone. 

Yoongi’s tongue. 

Fuck. Yoongi’s tongue is inside of him, licking his most intimate parts, sucking on his sensitive rim as he pushes his hips back for more. Jimin feels the press of a lubed finger and a slight burn that he hasn’t felt in more than a few months. His legs almost give out when Yoongi brushes his prostate almost immediately, bright white spots in his vision replacing the darkness of their tent. 

The man clearly knows what he’s doing. He’s both rough and gentle, fucking Jimin open with his long, boney fingers while asking him if it’s too much. Too much? Yoongi’s cock could split him right open and Jimin would thank him!

The sound of a wrapper tearing meets Jimin’s ears and he stiffens slightly. This is actually happening. He wishes he could see Yoongi’s face as his head circles his drenched rim but he fears the sight of his face will only serve to remind Yoongi that he’s about to ruin his baby brother’s best friend. 

So, he remains where he is, face down, ass up and he groans, low and guttural, when Yoongi slowly eases himself inside of Jimin. 

“Fuck, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi hisses, pausing to gather his bearings before pressing in another inch. “So tight.”

Jimin bites his lip. The sting is the best he’s ever felt. Not enough to actually elicit pain but enough to keep his body on edge and a light sheen of perspiration to coat his flesh. And then he feels Yoongi’s pelvic bone hit his ass, fuck he’s big. 

“S-so full,” he stutters into his pillow, body trembling as it adjusts to the intrusion. It doesn’t take long for him to give the order. “Fuck me, hyung.”

And Yoongi does. Practically to within an inch of his life. He rams into Jimin’s ass so ruthlessly, the younger man bites into his blanket, clawing at the sleep sack beneath him. And when Yoongi pulls him up so Jimin’s back is flush with his hyung’s chest, all he can do is grab Yoongi’s left hand and shove those sexy fingers in his mouth, stifling his wonton moans. 

“So fucking sexy,” Yoongi murmurs in his ear, hips snapping so sharply, Jimin’s hard dick smacks his stomach with a slap. “Bouncing on hyung’s cock. Does it feel good, Jimin? Hmm? Riding hyung? Bet you want it raw, don’t you?”

Jimin nods frantically, body bouncing, limp as a ragdoll as Yoongi fucks into him with ferver. Fuck, how he wishes there wasn’t a condom shielding Yoongi’s skin from his. Jimin yearns to feel Yoongi’s veiny cock sliding in and out of his hole, wants to feel his hyung’s cum fill him to the brim. 

At this point, Jimin can barely breathe, Yoongi’s cock sliding over his prostate repeatedly, mercilessly. 

“Come with hyung, baby. Come with me.” Yoongi bites his earlobe and Jimin releases the orgasm he didn’t realize he was fighting, wanting to last for Yoongi. But the man follows suit, groaning into Jimin’s neck as he wraps his hand around his throat to keep him in place as he grinds into him, cock throbbing as it fills the condom. 

They pant breathlessly, sweaty skin sticking together as their heartbeats begin to slow their erratic pace. 

Please please please don’t regret it. Jimin internally begs, not daring to move a muscle. He lets Yoongi move him, lay him down as he removes the condom, ties it off and places it in the small trash bag they keep in their tent. Grabbing a pack of wet wipes, Yoongi cleans Jimin’s thigh and the bedding where his cum splattered. He then gently rolls Jimin onto his front and begins to wipe the runny lube from his hole. 

He’s so…tender. Jimin closes his eyes, letting Yoongi lift his leg so he can clean him better. Warm lips press a kiss to the curve where his ass meets his thigh and then another kiss on his sore hole. He shivers. 

His boxers are pulled on, as well as his hyung’s peacock shirt and Yoongi pulls him into an embrace, his body firm and sure. His fears subside as his muscles relax and his breath evens out. He feels Yoongi’s fingers brushing his bangs from his forehead. 

“Sleep, baby. Hyung’s got you.”

And he does. 

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Jimin may have stayed awake the majority of the night wondering how Yoongi would react in the morning. It was the best and worst feeling, lying snuggled up to Yoongi, his torso bare, illuminated by ethereal moonbeams filtering in through their tent. Because yes, last night was everything Jimin could have dreamed of and more but he also doesn’t know if he can pretend this never happened. If Yoongi wakes up with regret in his eyes and apologies on his lips, Jimin doesn’t think he will ever recover. 

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi yawns, arm flopping to his side where Jimin should be asleep. He opens one eyelid. “You’re far.”

Jimin shrugs, rubbing his swollen eyes where he lies at the tent’s edge. “I was restless. Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

Yoongi is silent for a moment. He smoothly makes his way over to Jimin, and then over Jimin. “Tired, baby?” He says sweetly, voice still gravelly with sleep. 

Jimin shrugs again, suddenly wide awake now that Yoongi is on top of him, wedging himself between his spread thighs. 

“Want hyung to take care of you?” Yoongi huffs a small laugh when Jimin practically whines in response. “Can I look at you this time? I want to see your pretty face when you come untouched again.”

Jimin nods, some of his earlier fears dissipating as Yoongi sucks on his lower lip, nibbling and licking his way down Jimin’s chest where he nips at the boy’s pert nipple. And then the other. His underwear is off in an instant and he hears the tear of a wrapper and then warmed up lube circling his rim. 

“Fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi drops his forehead to Jimin’s shoulder. “You’re still loose from last night.”

Wrapping his legs around Yoongi’s waist, Jimin helps his hyung remove his shorts as the man reaches for Jimin’s bag for another condom. Jimin stops him. 

Yoongi freezes. “Do you not want this? I-I’m sorry—”

“I want you,” Jimin reassures him quickly. He reaches down, wiping some of the remaining lube on Yoongi’s hand into his own, Jimin lathers him up and guides Yoongi to his hole. 

“A-are you s-sure?” Yoongi grits his teeth, trying to hold back before the head of his penis fully breeches Jimin’s entrance. 

Is he sure? Is he sure? Jimin wants to laugh at the sweet question because, fuck yeah, he’s sure. But he just nods demurely, gasping as Yoongi slowly penetrates him, the glide of his thick, veiny cock unlike anything Jimin could honestly ever imagine. He is still loose from last night and knowing that it’s because Yoongi, his Yoongi hyung, fucked him so good Jimin doesn’t know if he’ll be able to walk without a limp today, makes it that much more delectable. He’ll have to feign some kind of injury, maybe get out of doing the dishes while he’s at it. 

“Jimin-ah?” Yoongi’s voice is wavery and soft, tender in a way Jimin has never heard before. It’s a voice meant only for this moment, only for the two of them to hear. “Jimin-ah, are you okay? Will you tell me if you’re not okay?”

Of course, it’s at that very moment that Yoongi bottoms out, making Jimin wince in pain as his body, still sore from last night, adjusts to the stretch. Yoongi quickly moves to pull out but Jimin tightens his thighs, Yoongi groaning at the sensation of Jimin clenching around him. 

His lips are trembling. His legs are trembling. The very breath from Jimin’s lungs seems to shudder on its way out, skidding across Yoongi’s face in stuttered hiccups. Yoongi’s hand instantly cradles Jimin’s face, soft kisses pressing against his lips, his cheeks, his closed eyelids. 

It’s then that Jimin realizes tears are welling at the corners of his eyes. Shit. Fuck. He blinks rapidly in an effort to rid himself of the evidence proving just how overwhelming this moment is. The truth is that what had started out as a cliché childhood crush on his best friend’s older brother had transformed over the years to teenage infatuation and eventually to unabashed love. Jimin is in love with Yoongi and he was fine a couple weeks ago when he assumed that Yoongi was untouchable. Unreachable. 

But he’s not anymore. Not now. Right now, Yoongi’s tongue swirls around Jimin’s, eyes half closed as the man watches him intently. His hips move slowly, languidly. Unlike last night when they fucked hard and fast, this morning seems to be all about drawn out motions, Yoongi’s hips rolling against Jimin until they hit his ass. Every thrust is punctuated with a low groan from the older man as he grinds even deeper, his own breath short and rapid. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks, fingers caressing Jimin’s cheek and the boy notices that they tremble. 

He nods, sniffling and pulling Yoongi down on top of him so they are flush. He wants this so badly, wants Yoongi so badly. He never wants this to end. 

With a shake of his head to clear away unwanted thoughts, Jimin kisses him back with everything he has. The burn is replaced by an intense pleasure he’s quickly becoming addicted to. Everything with Yoongi feels so fucking amazing. Obviously the man knows how to fuck but it’s more than that. The way he touches Jimin makes the boy burn. The words whispered in his ear make him melt. And, oh, how Yoongi fills him up so perfectly…Jimin just knows there’s nothing better than this. 

“You’re so beautiful, Jimin-ah.”

When Jimin’s eyes open, Yoongi is gazing at him with awe. 

“So beautiful. How did I not ever notice?”

“Probably because I was—”

“Don’t!” Yoongi interrupts, beginning to pant as he lifts Jimin’s legs and presses them against his chest, his own hips beginning to quicken their pace. 

Jimin laughs. It doesn’t bother him that Yoongi never considered him as a potential partner, the man is 10 years older than him, after all. But he still finds it cute how Yoongi’s thoughts and desires conflict, ping ponging back and forth between seeing Jimin as that 11 year old kid with a loose tooth, bleeding from his mouth, and the man Jimin has become, spread out beneath him. For him. 

“I won’t last much longer,” Yoongi admits, sweat dripping from his brow. 

Jimin knows what he wants. “Don’t pull out. Don’t. I’m sure. I’m sure.”

Their kisses become sloppier, thrusts a bit erratic though still more languid than the previous night. Jimin keens when a particularly deep thrust sends him over the edge, spilling onto his stomach, his mess making their bodies stick together. 

Yoongi doesn’t last much longer, coming into Jimin with a moan that almost makes Jimin come again. They kiss for so long that Yoongi softens inside of Jimin, their cum drying into a sticky mess. 

“I’m gross,” Jimin whines, eyes closed so he doesn’t see how fondly Yoongi looks at him. 

The man kisses his forehead before rolling off and tossing him a shirt and shorts. “Come on, we can wash off in the stream then go shower properly at the cabin.”

“Fuck no, that stream is cold as fuck!”

“Language!” Yoongi chastises, pulling on a shirt that belongs to Jimin. 

“Listen gramps, I’m going straight to the cabin. With or without you.”

Yoongi huffs as Jimin unzips the tent, yanking on the back of Jimin’s shirt, making him fall hard on his ass. 

“Ow!” Jimin cries with a full pout on his face. “My fucking ass, hyung! Why’d you do that, asshole?”

Now Yoongi pouts somewhat sheepishly as he pulls Jimin into his lap, massaging his ass and kissing him gently. “Just wanted another kiss.”

Jimin melts. “I’m still going to the house.” He thinks for a moment. “And you’re carrying me on your back.”

Yoongi laughs good naturedly, tapping Jimin’s hip and helping him stand and exit the tent. “As you wish, princess.”

Jimin grins smugly and jumps on Yoongi’s back the second he bends over. “To the cabin, peasant!” He orders sternly. 

Yoongi just shakes his head and smiles, hoisting Jimin up a bit higher as he begins the treck back to his parents’ cabin. “Whatever you want, kid. You’re the boss.”

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They don’t mess around the rest of the day, to Jimin’s disappointment, but they do spend the day teaming up against Yoongi and Jungkook’s family in card and board games. Yoongi gets the fire pit going so Jungkook and Taehyung can roast marshmallows, okay, Jimin, too. 

Jimin likes how Yoongi’s eyes naturally seek him out, drifting his way even if the man is deep in thought or in conversation, offering a small smile or wink, just for Jimin. When Jimin goes inside for more marshmallows, Yoongi follows him, pressing him up against the counter littered with dishes from lunch, and kissing him so deeply Jimin has to come up gasping for air. His hands are caught in the tangles of Yoongi’s hair, lips swollen from their kiss, eyes locked on those feline orbs that never fail to hypnotize him. 

Yoongi seems just as entranced, taking a deep breath and licking his lips before saying, “Jimin-ah—”

“Ew, get away from hyung! Gross!” Jungkook whines, entering the kitchen with Taehyung barely a half step behind him. “Stay away from my friends, hyung! You’re like, ancient.”

Jimin startles, saying the first thing that comes to his mind. His fingers grip Yoongi’s hair. “Hyung was just saying he thinks he needs a change…for his writer's block, and said I could bleach his hair.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows in shock. “Really?”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows. “Did I?” He asks in amusement, holding back a smile when Jimin scowls at him pointedly. “I mean, yeah, why not? I haven’t bleached my hair since college but…sure. You’re the boss, kid.”

Jimin smiles up at him sweetly, booping his cute button nose. “Way to be a good sport, gramps! You even said you’d drive us into town to get the supplies…and buy us ice cream. Right…hyung?”

Yoongi laughs which makes Jimin’s smile brighten further. Both men miss the way Taehyung studies them curiously while Jungkook’s head is in the refrigerator, the boy always prowling for more food. 

“Well, let’s get going then!” Jimin squeals excitedly, dragging Yoongi toward the door. The man just shakes his head and allows himself to be hauled to the car parked out front. 

Taehyung’s sharp eyes follow their every move the whole trip into town but the duo are oblivious to how obvious they come off. When they return from shopping, Taehyung suddenly wants to take a stroll with Jungkook and his parents, leaving Yoongi and Jimin alone in the cottage. 

“How’d you get so good at this?” Yoongi asks as Jimin wraps his now almost white hair with one final layer of plastic wrap. 

Jimin scoffs. “Ha! You think my dad would actually pay to have someone make his gay son look even fruitier? I taught myself like any self respecting gay college student would. Not all of us are big fancy music producers, hyung.”

“Not fancy.”

“But you are big,” Jimin says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as he pats Yoongi’s head. “Done! Now we just have to wait for the color to take, then I’ll wash it out.”

“Thanks, baby.”

Jimin halts his movements, almost dropping the mixing brush and bowl, Yoongi’s breath fanning over his nap. He already knows that tone. That term of endearment. He presses back against Yoongi’s front, pleased to feel his arousal stiffening. 

“You’re gonna fuck me right here, hyung? In the kitchen where anyone can come back at any time?” His breath hitches when Yoongi bites down on his shoulder, hands traveling down Jimin’s back until they reach his ass where the man squeezes to his heart’s content. 

“Mhmm. Bend over, baby.”

Jimin has never bent over so fast. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, letting himself get railed by his best friend’s older brother in the family kitchen. They could get caught at any moment but it just adds that much more excitement to the moment. 

They both come quickly, worked up from being around each other but unable to touch. Yoongi jerks Jimin off as he grinds into him from behind, his cum pumping into him as he moans, low and guttural. At least Jimin is able to stifle the noises that he emits, scared that the Jeons could return at any moment. 

Yoongi pulls out, quick to wet a clean dish towel and wipe Jimin’s ass when the boy’s phone pings, a text message coming through. 

Jimin smirks, looking back at Yoongi. “That was Tae. They’re taking a detour and will be back in about an hour. Wanna shower?”

Yoongi’s eyes burn with lingering desire. He licks at Jimin’s mouth. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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It’s later that week and Jimin no longer feels a sting when Yoongi fucks him. It’s so deeply satisfying that his body has become accustomed to being ravaged by his hyung and that Yoongi’s body, similarly, has become accustomed to being ravaged by him. The scratches on Yoongi’s skin no longer elicit the same hiss of pain they once did, the man now used to also being manhandled by Jimin.

Jimin stirs awake, yawning with a big stretch. He had gone back to their tent for a nap and slightly remembers Yoongi coming in at some point but he had quickly fallen back asleep. He’s so warm and cozy and so very happy as he cuddles up to Yoongi’s side. When the hug he expected in return isn’t given, he opens his eyes. 

Yoongi lies on his stomach beside him, headphones on and head bopping as he scribbles frantically in his notebook. Jimin smiles at his hyung’s intense expression, letting his fingers trail along Yoongi’s waist, the man flinching at the tickling sensation. 

“You’re up,” he says, removing his headphones. 

“Perceptive,” Jimin winks, pinching his side. “And you’re writing!”

Yoongi tosses his notebook and pen aside, arms quick to engulf Jimin and smother him with kisses. “Yup. And it’s all thanks to you.”

“Little ole me?” Jimin blinks innocently, stretching his neck to give Yoongi more access. They’re careful to leave marks only where no one but them would ever see. Needless to say, Jimin’s ass and upper thighs are covered in purple and blue hickies that Yoongi fondly refers to as love bites. 

Yoongi nods, sitting back on his heels, smoothly pulling Jimin’s shorts down his legs. “Yup. I already finished two songs. Almost done with this one, too.”

“Oh, well then, you’re welcome. My ass is honored to be the source of your inspiration." 

Yoongi laughs, kissing Jimin’s bare hip before he flops onto his back. “Now, come sit on my face and inspire hyung a little bit more.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he scurries to straddle the mint haired man’s head. He smirks flirtatiously. “Oh! Well, as long as it’s for ‘inspiration’…”

Yoongi doesn’t finish the song that night but he does come twice.  

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“Thanks for cooking, son,” Mr. Jeon nods at his oldest son as he shovels grilled chicken into his mouth. Jungkook definitely gets his eating habits from his dad. 

“No problem, dad. Took you two long enough to hang outside again.” 

Jimin watches Yoongi load plates for the boys and his mother and then for Jimin, Jimin’s being piled high with the juiciest cuts of meat. He accepts the plate merrily, enjoying the cool breeze that is finally bestowed upon them to relieve the spell of humidity that has been cast over them all summer. 

“Everyone excited to get back home next week?” Mrs. Jeon asks mirthfully, knowing full well no one is ready to go back to real life. 

Jungkook begins to whine about how much he’s going to miss Taehyung and the two begin to plan their next visit. It’s always Taehyung visiting the Jeons, for obvious reasons. 

“There’s a famous artist coming to town in December, TaeTae,” Mrs. Jeon remembers. “You can come for your birthday!”

“And New Years!” Jungkook’s face mirrors his mother’s, eyes sparkling. 

Jimin is stuffed. He takes a few pieces of meat and places them on Yoongi’s plate, sitting back to relax. 

“Thanks, babe,” Yoongi says between bites, listening intently to the conversation his mother and Taehyung have now picked up. 

But Jimin doesn’t hear them. Babe. Yoongi just called him babe…in front of everyone. He takes an inconspicuous look around. Jungkook is whining that December is still too far away and he just might die if he has to wait 4 and a half months to see his boyfriend. Looks like no one noticed, thank god. 

But then his eyes meet Mr. Jeon’s big brown eyes so much resembling Jungkook’s. The man he’s always considered to be more of a father than his own, smiles warmly at Jimin and continues eating. 

Mrs. Jeon and the boys begin to sing karaoke and only the prodding of his loving mother could get Yoongi to stand up and take the microphone for once. He belts out the lyrics to an emotional Celine Dion song, purposely making his voice crack. Or is he?

“Having fun, Jimin?” Mr. Jeon sits beside the boy who’s watching Yoongi sing dramatically beside his mother. 

He nods emphatically. “Yeah. I always do. I miss you guys.”

“We miss you, too, son.” He pauses briefly, looking at his sons argue over who gets to sing next. Ultimately, Yoongi wins but Jungkook just screams the lyrics over his shoulder and into the mic. 

“Are you seeing anyone?” Mr. Jeon asks suddenly and Jimin blinks. 

“Uh, no. No I’m not.” A pang of guilt hits Jimin’s chest. He hates lying to Mr. Jeon but it’s not exactly like he can just tell him that he’s been fucking their oldest son 1 to 2 times a day for the past several weeks. 

“Is your father still…”

Jimin laughs somewhat bitterly, looking down at his hands. “Yeah, he’s still in denial about me being gay. Apparently it’s just an 11 year phase.”

The man’s eyes fill with sadness, his hand resting on Jimin’s nape in a comforting grasp. “Well, we love you, Jimin. Just the way you are and you’ll always be a very important part of this family. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Thank you.”

“I mean it, Jimin.” Mr. Jeon looks him in the eye, before hoisting himself to his feet. “We’re so proud of the man you’ve become. You’re good for our boys.”

Boys. Plural. 

Jimin gulps. Shit. 

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They’re leaving in a few days. Jungkook and Yoongi have already begun bringing their extra belongings back to the cabin while Jimin and Taehyung sit by their tents, helping by eating as many snacks as they can so they won’t have to haul it all back. 

Jimin is pretty sure Taehyung knows what’s going on between him and Yoongi. He wouldn’t go so far as to speak it out loud but he did make it clear to Jimin that he was adamant about sleeping back at the cabin tonight and would probably go into town with Jungkook all day.  

The update is welcomed with relief. He and Yoongi have had to get creative with their intimate moments. Having to stifle their wanton moans was exhilarating at first but it’s getting a little old. Jimin wants to be able to scream Yoongi’s name as he gets fucked by him. Once, just once before they leave all of this behind. Leave them behind. 

He is very well aware of what this is. A literal summer fling. In a few days, they’ll go back to their lives. Yoongi will return to his studio, surely continuing to put out masterpieces and visiting his family a few times a year. There won’t be any lazy, early morning love making or hurried fucking against a tree (something the skin on Jimin’s right shoulder still burns from). No more scandalous touches in the lake, shielded by the bright sun reflecting off the lake water. No more days spent lying next to Yoongi, the man humming or singing softly as he writes with his right hand, his left hand always sifting through Jimin’s dark hair. 

That’s where they are now, back at their ‘spot’ by the lake, lying on a blanket with snacks, beer and Yoongi’s most recent track playing softly in the background. 

“You’re the literal answer to my prayers, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says, bending over to press a warm kiss to the boy’s lips. 

“Yeah? Tell me more,” Jimin says cheekily, making Yoongi grin. 

“I was thinking of going on hiatus,” he admits, looking out at the line where the water meets the sky. “I’ve never not been able to write. I had all these…thoughts, but couldn’t get them down on paper. Nothing made sense. Then even the thoughts disappeared. A songwriter with no words, no thoughts is useless.”

Jimin sighs internally. He knows how miserable it has made him over the years, being forced not to dance. His father strictly forbade it so Jimin became a master at studying fast and doing well in school so he could dance on his own time with his own money. Both of which were not plentiful by any means. Not being able to express yourself as a creative being is physically painful and emotionally devastating. 

“I’m sorry, hyung. That sucks.”

“Don’t be.” Yoongi pulls Jimin onto his lap, pressing close as the boy straddles him. “You’re the reason I’m writing now.”

“Wow, sex really is that inspiring for you, huh?” He laughs, planting a wet kiss on Yoongi’s neck. 

“Not just sex. You,” Yoongi corrects, tugging at the neckline of Jimin’s shirt and licking his collar bone. “God. You’re so beautiful Jimin. Your eyes, those lips—I fucking love your lips.”

Jimin rolls his eyes good naturedly but Yoongi continues.

“Your body, your laugh…your little crooked tooth.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin whines, trying to cover his face but Yoongi pulls his hands down to his chest, peppering his face with loud smooches. 

“All of you, Jimin-ah. You’re special. I hope you know that.”

He doesn’t know how to respond. He wants to ask how he’s special. He wants to know why he’s special. Special just because this was an amazing summer that helped the songwriter put an end to his writer’s block?

“Hmm. Special enough to bounce on your dick, grandpa?” 

Yoongi’s eyes transform from endeared to sultry instantly. “Fuck. Bend over so I can eat you out first, baby.”

“Ew, hyung. I’m all gross!”

Yoongi lifts Jimin and adjusts him so he’s on his stomach, shorts now tossed to the side. A well-placed slap to his ass echoes across the lake. “Well, that's the difference between fucking around with boys versus fucking with me.”

“Fucking with you?” Jimin smirks, enjoying the feel of Yoongi palming his ass.

“Mhmm. Now be a good boy and bend over for hyung.”

Jimin has never flopped onto his stomach so quickly in his whole life.

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“Well, looks like we’ll have to leave tomorrow morning, after the rain stops and the equipment has dried off. I told you kids we should've broken down camp early but no, you three never listen to me.”

Jimin watches Yoongi towel dry his hair, soaked from the rain. Even his shirt has gotten damp through his rain jacket. How can one person be so adorable and so fucking hot at the same time?

Yoongi pauses, eyeing Jimin from across the tent. “Damn. How can one person be so fucking cute and hot at the same time?”

Jimin laughs, eyes turning to crescents. “I was just thinking the same exact things.”

“Lies,” Yoongi mocks, making his way over as he strips off his damp clothes. “You gonna come warm hyung up?”

Jimin bites his lip. If the rain is this bad, they should probably head back to the cabin, even if all he wants to do is lay in Yoongi's arms for all of eternity. 

“Come on, baby.” Yoongi kisses Jimin’s chin then nibbles on his ear. “I’m not leaving here without fucking you one last time.” 

One last time? Jimin’s heart drops. 

Yoongi undresses Jimin slowly with practiced ease. “Damn. I’m gonna miss this tent. But I definitely won’t mind having you spread out all pretty on my bed.”

What?

“What?” Jimin asks, eyes big and round. 

“What?” Yoongi’s smile drops. “Oh, oh, I see. This was just a fun summer thing? Okay—”

Jimin tackles him, smothering his face with wet kisses. 

“Whoa, down boy!” Yoongi laughs between kisses. “What’s this all about?”

“I thought you thought this was a fling!” Jimin wilts against him in relief. 

“So, you don’t want just a fling…right?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head back to lock eyes with Jimin. 

The boy shakes his head, biting his lip as a grin spreads over his face. 

“Good.” Yoongi kisses his nose. “Because now that I’ve Jim-in’d, I have no plans to ever Jim-out .”

“Oh my god! You’re so old!” Jimin groans, covering his face. 

“I’ll show you old!”

Yoongi fucks Jimin in the best way possible, filled with filthy words and heartfelt promises, the impassioned pistoning of his thrusts juxtaposed with the gentle but deep grind of his hips as he pushes in deeper. Jimin screams Yoongi’s name as he comes all over the 2 of them, not scared of being loud since the torrential downpour washes away all sound as well as knowing Jungkook is back at the cabin again with his parents. 

They lie in each other’s arms, panting and sweating as they don’t bother to clean themselves up. Frenzied touches give way to languid, pliant kisses that make Jimin melt.  

“What about Jungkookie? And your…parents?” He finally asks once their breathing has evened out. 

Yoongi thinks for a moment before pulling Jimin to his chest, brushing hair from his dark eyes. “Let hyung deal with my family, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin kisses him with everything in him. “Okay, hyung. You take care of your family and I’ll take care of mine.”

Yoongi tenses up instantaneously. “Holy fucking shit. Your father is going to kill me!”

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Jimin mock apologizes, a shocked hand on his chest. “I thought a real man wasn’t afraid of such things.”

“I am a real man which is precisely why I’m scared,” Yoongi laughs, smiling at Jimin with sparkling feline eyes. He caresses the boy’s cheek tenderly. “God, you’re really something else, Jimin-ah. I’m so glad my writer’s block got me here this summer.”

Jimin returns his smile, his eyes curving into crescents. “Me, too, hyung.” He leans his cheek into Yoongi’s palm, heart full and fluttering as the rain pours down around them, washing away all signs of the summer with the promises of the autumn to come. “Me, too.”

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