Chapter Text
“Turn around right now!” an angry voice shouted through the speaker. It was probably the person who was supposed to watch over the spaceships. But he had done a bad job, because Yoongi had been gone for a while already. Far enough away to finally jump.
Of course, he did not know that it was Min Yoongi flying away right now. But they would definitely find out soon enough.
Yoongi was done entering the correct coordinates and now flipped three more switches before pressing a button.
“That is an ord—”
Then the voice cut off, because the spaceship was jumping.
Jumping was what you did when you did not want to travel for months or years, which could absolutely happen in endless space. Only the newest spaceships could jump. After all, it took a damn lot of energy to bend space so you could travel dozens of light years in seconds.
After a few seconds of absolute nothingness, Yoongi found himself in another place in the universe. He checked the coordinates and exhaled in relief.
The rebels could not follow him here, and Jimin was only half an hour away.
For a short moment, Yoongi simply remained sitting there, eyes closed, trying to relax. He was so damn tired…
But then he thought of Jimin again, who might be suffering unimaginable pain at that very moment.
Yoongi was quickly on his feet and began equipping himself while the autopilot brought him to the destination. It took a little longer than expected, since the spaceship had almost no energy left after the jump and was therefore moving a little slower.
When the autopilot stopped, Yoongi was wearing the warm spacesuit, his helmet in his hand. In the other, he held a bag with everything he might need, for example a second spacesuit for Jimin.
He set the bag and helmet down and sat back down at the controls to land on the planet. Far enough away from the prison…
He would have to walk for a while.
“Okay,” he said to the spaceship once he had landed. “When I have Jimin, I’ll call you.”
Yoongi looked at his wrist, where a screen was sewn into the suit. He checked the connection to the spaceship and then stood up. He put on his helmet, took the bag, which he then wore like a backpack, and stepped out of the ship.
With the first step he took outside, he began to tremble.
It was so damn cold.
Yoongi looked at the screen of the suit.
Minus two hundred and eleven degrees Celsius.
He quickly raised the temperature of his suit’s heating system and groaned in relief.
Then he set off.
The icy landscape surrounding him was gigantic. Ice mountains, kilometers high, rose upward; cracks in the ground, kilometers wide and so deep that only endless blackness could be seen below. Then there were the icy volcanoes.
Yoongi did not see any, but now and then, there was a loud crash. Every time, Yoongi flinched and thought of his spaceship, which still had to recover from the jump.
And eventually, after probably an hour of wandering through the icy landscape, steaming because of the heat his suit emitted, he saw it.
The prison.
His heart jumped.
“Jimin, I’m coming. Just hold out a little longer.”
He began searching for the entrance to the secret passage.
Jimin sat in his cell.
His head hung down and he dozed off, until an alarm woke him and he looked up in fright.
Then he dozed off almost immediately again, until an alarm woke him and he looked up in fright.
Then he dozed off almost immediately again, until an alarm woke him and he looked up in fright.
Then he dozed off almost immediately again, until an alarm woke him and he looked up in fright.
Then he started crying and wished for his death more than anything else.
Anything, except this!
Anything!
He exhausted himself by crying and dozed off again, until an alarm woke him and he looked up in fright.
Then he dozed—
Yoongi walked through the underground passage and now and then had to break off icicles hanging low from the ceiling with a movement of his hand in order to continue.
There was no light here. He got it from a lamp built into the helmet of his spacesuit. Its white light illuminated the way for him.
He walked and walked and walked, until eventually he reached a firmly sealed door, though it was not locked. He only had to turn the large wheel that made up the turning mechanism, then he could open it.
Luckily, he managed.
When the door opened, a lot of oxygen rushed toward him immediately. He quickly stepped inside and then closed the door behind him.
He leaned against the door for a few seconds and breathed in and out deeply.
Then he lifted his arm, looked at the screen, and was satisfied.
Oxygen present in external environment. Deactivate oxygen supply and recharge storage?
Yoongi confirmed the command and then slid up the glass of his helmet, breathing in the air.
Then he continued walking.
It did not take long until he finally reached the end of the tunnel.
There was actually a lamp shining here.
Satisfied, he set down the bag, took off his helmet, and began unscrewing the plate that served as the tunnel entrance with a tool he had brought along.
He only had to remove two screws, then the hatch opened like a door, and he immediately pulled it open.
“What’s going on now?” a male voice asked him as he opened the door.
Yoongi looked at the man leaning against the wall in confusion.
Hadn’t there been a woman in the cell?
“Hello,” Yoongi greeted him after a moment.
“Hello back.”
The man crawled toward Yoongi and stuck his head through the door, which made Yoongi step back.
“If only I’d known how big my cell actually is.”
He grinned and held out his hand to Yoongi.
Automatically, Yoongi returned the handshake.
“I’m here because—”
He stopped, because the man had touched his cheek for a second with his free, cool hand.
“Sorry, you were saying?” he grinned, then pushed Yoongi backward so he could get into the passage as well.
“Cool here,” he commented.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded.
Yoongi flinched and panicked, but the man laughed.
“Don’t worry, that’s standard here, so we don’t sleep.”
“Wasn’t there actually a woman in this cell?” Yoongi asked, because it did bother him, and because he wanted to distract himself from the shock of the alarm.
“Oh?”
The man turned to Yoongi.
“What makes you think that?”
“I saw it through the cameras a few hours ago.”
The man grinned and spun once.
When he stood still again, he was suddenly a woman.
“Do you mean me?”
Then his—her hair grew, her face changed.
“Or me?”
Then again.
“Or me?”
He changed again, so that he was a man.
“Or maybe me?”
It took a few moments until Yoongi realized that this man—this woman—this… bigender being was now wearing his face.
Yoongi took a few steps back.
“That’s what I look like?” he asked, looking at the pale skin, the deep circles under the eyes, and the eyes that were far too red.
That was frightening.
“Thanks for the handshake,” his own face grinned at him.
Yoongi now realized that the handshake had been the distraction for touching his cheek, to… to be able to do this now.
“So, why are we here?”
Yoongi decided that his actual mission should quickly move back into focus.
“Do you know Park Jimin? He’s apparently in the cell opposite.”
“Park Jimin,” his face repeated. “Hm, so that’s his name. I don’t know him. But sometimes I hear him cry. Poor thing. Are we here to save him?”
His face grinned.
“Yes.”
“Oh, he must be very important to us. How do we feel about Park Jimin? Do we want to fuck him?”
Yoongi felt sick hearing himself say that.
Well, of course, he was not the one saying it, but—
His voice.
His face.
His mouth.
“I’m only joking!” he then laughed, but kept grinning. “What bad luck that he isn’t in this cell. I’ll tell you what.”
He stepped closer to Yoongi.
“I help you get him out of here, you help me get out of here.”
Yoongi wanted to object.
He only had one suit left.
And that one was for Jimin.
But if this person knew that…
They would take the suit themselves.
“Okay.”
“Fantastic! Okay, then we only have to wait. You’re lucky that, usually, they come to get me before your little boyfriend. Can you fight?”
“Why?”
“We have to take out the two guards who come to get me.”
Yoongi nodded.
“I have weapons.”
He bent down and took out a gun.
“Good. So, I’ll wait in the cell, and when the door opens, I’ll give you a sign. Then you come in, and the two of us make it quick… It would be best if you kill them. And don’t have pity. They’re the people who torture your friend—”
“I have no pity for them,” Yoongi interrupted him in a hard voice.
“Good.”
Yoongi’s face changed again into another one, some man.
“Then let’s do it.”
He stepped back through the door, into the cell.
Yoongi wanted to close it, but he quickly stopped him.
“Don’t let this fail.”
“Obviously.”
“I’m serious. If this fails, they will—… People aren’t treated very kindly here.”
“I know.”
He looked at Yoongi for another short moment, then let go of the metal plate and allowed Yoongi to close it.
Then he looked at the wall, which now looked the way it always had. Just a metal plate, like the rest of the four walls enclosing him.
Yoongi stood ready with the weapon and waited.
Luckily, he did not have to wait long.
After only a few minutes, he heard the cell door being unlocked.
He was already about to enter the cell, but then realized he had not received a signal yet.
So, wait.
His heart was pounding hard in his chest.
This really had to work, otherwise…
It had to work.
“Stand up,” he heard a male voice say.
“Me? Stand up?” he heard his accomplice. “I don’t think so. Thanks, you can leave.”
“Damn…”
One of the soldiers seemed to enter the cell.
Then Yoongi heard a knock against the secret door.
He quickly opened it and shot the soldier who was in the cell cleanly in the head.
The other soldier stood there with his mouth open, but then he also pulled his weapon and stepped into the cell.
A second later, he was no longer alive.
“Everything okay down there?” a voice suddenly asked from a small device on one of the corpses.
Yoongi’s accomplice quickly took it and transformed into the soldier.
“Everything’s okay. The prisoner fought back, but we’ve subdued her now. We want to punish her in the cell, if that’s okay.”
He looked at Yoongi and pointed to the soldiers, then to the secret passage.
Yoongi quickly took the first soldier and dragged him with him into the secret passage.
“Sure, punish her.”
A short pause.
“Stick your weapons into her holes and send me a video of it.”
Yoongi, as well as the one with the soldier’s face, briefly stopped everything.
Then, after a moment that was a little too long:
“Will do. We’ll bring the other prisoner in too, then we’ll have a better video.”
A laugh sounded.
“I can’t wait.”
Good. Apparently there was no suspicion.
He let go of the device and transformed into a woman.
“I hate men. So, so, so much.”
She spat into the soldier’s face.
“I’ll cut his dick off and see if he finds that hot.”
She stood and kicked the soldier hard in the face, so that his nose cracked and in the next moment sat crooked.
“What now?” Yoongi asked, and then realized it himself. “Put on the uniform.”
The woman quickly took off the current uniform, the prisoner’s uniform, and stood there in only underwear, men’s underwear.
Yoongi looked away and waited until she had put on the guard’s uniform, which took a few minutes.
Then she had transformed into the soldier and stood there with a key card.
“Disgusting, being a man. Don’t know if I want to be one again anytime soon.”
“Please, can we—”
“Fine, fine.”
He—
Although, from the look of it, this person did not want to be referred to like that right now.
She left the small cell.
Yoongi came out of the secret passage and looked out of the cell nervously, watching as she stood in front of the other door and opened it.
“Come,” she said in a deep voice.
Yoongi wanted to see Jimin, but he could not, because she was standing in front of him.
Apparently, Jimin did not move, because she stepped into the cell and seemed to grab him to pull him up.
“Kill me,” Yoongi heard a quiet voice say.
Jimin.
“Please.”
She stopped touching Jimin and looked back at Yoongi.
Then she looked back at Jimin and took a step to the side.
Yoongi’s heart pounded hard in his chest when he saw the curled-up person.
“Look, isn’t that your friend over there?” she asked, as if she meant herself, the prisoner in the other room.
If anyone out here in the corridor was listening, it would not sound suspicious.
Jimin lifted his head.
Yoongi wanted to run to him, wanted to take him into his arms, press him against himself, kiss him, and say that everything was okay.
But he knew better and stayed in the cell, where no camera could see him.
Jimin was confused because of the almost naked corpse, which he looked at first, before looking at the person standing there and staring at him with wide eyes.
Jimin seemed not to recognize Yoongi for a long time, had to narrow his eyes, and-
And then it hit him like a blow.
“Yoongi?” he asked quietly and stood up.
He rubbed his eyes, but simply could not believe it.
Yoongi?
Here?
“What ‘Yoongi’?” she asked in the soldier’s voice. “Come with me now, then you’ll learn a few things too.”
She took his arm.
“What…? But—”
She covered Jimin’s mouth and put her finger to her lips.
She looked at Jimin seriously.
“Now come with me, understood?”
Hesitantly, Jimin nodded and then allowed her to take him into the cell with her.
Jimin stood there and looked at Yoongi with wide eyes.
He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, but he could explain Yoongi’s presence about as well as the naked corpse he had had to step over.
She closed the cell door behind herself once the three of them were inside the cell and then became a woman again. “Phew, now we can talk again.”
“Jiminie!” Yoongi immediately cried and pulled Jimin into his arms. He really tried to hold back his tears and clung to Jimin.
His Jimin.
He was back in his arms.
Everything was okay.
Now he would take care of him.
Nothing would happen to him anymore.
“I… I don’t understand…”
Yoongi kept crying from joy and only pressed himself tighter against Jimin. Until she cleared her throat. “You two really need to leave now.”
Yoongi forced himself to let go of Jimin, wiped away his tears, and nodded. “Quickly,” he murmured and pulled himself together.
He took Jimin’s hand and pulled him along behind him.
Then he looked at her.
She dragged the corpse toward the secret passage. Yoongi took it from her and pulled it inside.
Then he noticed that she was just standing there, in the cell.
“Come on.”
She smiled.
“Really? How high are the chances that you have three spacesuits?”
Yoongi’s heart stopped for a second.
He had completely forgotten about that.
“We… I-”
“It’s okay. I figured that from the beginning.”
“But… but why?”
She shrugged.
“It’s really boring here. You were an adventure.” She smiled.
“Now that I have this uniform, I’ll definitely make it to a ship and then even farther.”
She held her hand out to Yoongi. Yoongi took it.
“Thank you, stranger.”
“I wouldn’t have managed this without you.”
“I know.”
She grinned.
“Just one more thing…”
She reached toward Jimin and briefly touched his hand.
“Good, thanks.”
Now she could probably turn into Jimin too.
“Now you really should go, my dears. Promise me you’ll make it.”
“We will.”
“Good. See you someday.”
She closed the hatch.
Yoongi and Jimin stood there in silence for a moment, then Yoongi turned to Jimin and still could not believe it.
He had really done it.
Quickly, he took the spacesuit out of his bag.
“Here, put this on.”
Overwhelmed, Jimin took it.
Meanwhile, Yoongi began screwing the screws back into the door properly. He heard her open the cell door and leave, then close it again.
“I… I’m a little overwhelmed right now,” Jimin murmured as Yoongi pulled the helmet over his head and then activated the spacesuit’s heating system. “Why are you… Where is everyone else?”
“No time for questions,” Yoongi said and took the bag, ignoring the fact that it was lying between two corpses.
He put the bag on like a backpack and took Jimin’s hand, which was now protected by the spacesuit.
“We just have to get out of here quickly.”
Jimin nodded and followed Yoongi as quickly as he could.
He was glad adrenaline was pumping through his veins, because otherwise he would not have managed to get through the tunnel.
When they reached a thick door, Yoongi turned to him and checked that everything was ready for the extreme cold and the lack of air.
Everything was ready, so he opened the door and sternly sent Jimin out ahead of him.
Only once Jimin was through the door did Yoongi follow, then close it behind them.
From then on, he took Jimin’s hand again, determined not to lose him from his presence under any circumstances.
Only when they were shortly before coming out of the passage did Yoongi let go of Jimin in order to make the spaceship fly toward them.
When he had done that, a loud siren suddenly sounded.
“They have us,” Jimin said in panic.
He looked at Yoongi with wide eyes.
“They have us. We have to kill ourselves. Quickly, before they find us.”
Yoongi pulled Jimin farther along with him.
“We’re so close to the goal. I’m not going to let anyone get us.”
He took a weapon into his hand.
“Understood?”
Jimin did not answer, only cried quietly.
Yoongi wanted to comfort him, but he knew that could very well mean their end.
To stop so close to freedom…
No. He was not that stupid.
They reached the exit of the tunnel and then stood in the icy landscape.
Some distance behind them was the prison, a surprisingly small building.
Well, most of it was underground.
If a chunk of ice fell onto the building…
“No wonder it was always so cold,” Jimin said while Yoongi was still pulling him along. “There’s nothing here but cold.”
“You’ll be warm in a moment. We just have to keep going and…”
Relieved, Yoongi relaxed when he saw the spaceship flying toward them.
Nice and low to the ground. It took another minute, then it landed only a few meters away from them.
The prison alarm could still be heard.
Now Yoongi was really running.
He would not allow something to happen now, so close to their goal.
Jimin could not really run. He was exhausted, his body truly not in the shape for it, but Yoongi could not let that make him slow down now.
He would not lose him again.
When they were close enough, the spaceship door opened, a ramp extending outward.
Once it was on the ground, Yoongi ran up it with Jimin.
Jimin almost collapsed, but still managed it.
Once they were inside, the door closed and the ramp pulled up.
It took a few more seconds, then the room filled with air and opened toward the rest of the ship.
Only now did Yoongi let go of Jimin and run to the cockpit.
He wanted to go to Jimin, wanted to take him into his arms, but he did not.
Instead, still fully in the spacesuit, he sat down at the controls and started the ship without waiting even a second.
“Buckle up!” he shouted loudly. “Jimin!”
Jimin limped into the room and quickly sat down.
That was what Yoongi had been waiting for.
Without thinking any further, he accelerated the spaceship to its highest speed and flew almost straight upward, away from the planet.
Away and farther and farther away.
When the mountains of the planet were no longer recognizable, Yoongi entered coordinates into the system in distress, flipped three switches, and then pressed a button.
Within a few seconds, they were somewhere else entirely.
No planet in sight anywhere.
They were floating in absolute nothingness.
Yoongi exhaled in relief.
Then the spaceship suddenly went completely dark.
All buttons, all lights, everything was off.
Then a weaker light switched on.
Yoongi looked at the screen on his suit and read through the data he was getting there from the spaceship.
“Okay, that makes sense,” he said. “I jumped twice in a very short amount of time. It’ll take a while before we’re ready to start again. About… twenty hours. But that’s not a problem. I brought us far away from everything.”
He looked at Jimin and then quickly stood up.
Finally.
He could finally properly focus on Jimin.
They were safe.
No one could have followed them here.
Like Yoongi, Jimin was still wearing the full spacesuit.
Yoongi took off his helmet, which Jimin then did as well.
“I can’t believe it,” Jimin said. “You… you saved me.”
He stood up.
Yoongi hugged him immediately and felt his tear ducts become active again.
“I missed you so much,” he murmured. “Jiminie…”
He kept his hands on Jimin, but moved back far enough that they could look at each other.
“You can’t imagine how much…”
He wished the suit was not covering everything.
Then he could show Jimin how he felt.
“Yes, I can.”
Jimin smiled slightly and lost tears too.
“I thought of you, Yoongi. Every day.”
Yoongi could not hold himself back and pressed his lips to Jimin’s.
Now he could show him how he felt.
Besides, he simply wanted to kiss Jimin, deeply and intensely, the way he had wished to for the past weeks.
But Jimin did not allow that.
He returned the kiss, but when it was about to become more, he pulled away from Yoongi.
Yoongi looked at him with wide eyes, unsure.
“I didn’t expect that,” Jimin said with a dazed smile. “But I—I would really like to wash myself now.”
Yoongi had only quickly wiped himself down with a wet cloth before putting on other clothes.
Jimin, on the other hand, spent a long time in the bathroom, enjoying standing under warm water, even if it hurt his fresh wounds.
But finally having clean teeth again was maybe even more satisfying.
With one towel around his hips, one around his shoulders, and a sock on his left foot, he then left the bathroom and felt truly good.
Exhausted, but good.
He followed noises and then arrived in a room with a table.
There was food on it, which made his stomach growl so loudly that Yoongi, who was just preparing something, turned around.
“Sit down, eat anything you want.”
Jimin quickly sat down and began eating.
The fact that he was not really wearing clothes did not matter to him, just as it did not matter to Yoongi, who was already more than certain that the humans had not given Jimin enough food.
Yoongi sat down across from Jimin and looked at him with a satisfied smile.
Until Jimin told him he should eat something too.
They ate together, in pleasant silence, until Jimin was full and felt better than he had in a long time.
“Why isn’t anyone else here?” he eventually asked.
That question had been spreading through him ever since he had washed himself.
That was when he had noticed that Yoongi was alone.
Yoongi hesitated a little.
“The mission was risky, as you can probably imagine. I sort of volunteered.”
Somewhere in there, that was the truth.
Maybe not in the words Namjoon or anyone else would use, but the core was the same.
“I see…”
“Do you have injuries?” Yoongi then asked carefully.
Jimin nodded.
“I’ll treat them, okay?”
“More than okay. Thank you.”
Jimin turned on his chair when Yoongi came to him with a small case in his hand.
Yoongi turned a chair so that it stood opposite Jimin and then sat down, placing the case on the table.
“Where should I start?”
Jimin pulled his towel up a little so Yoongi could see the cuts he had there.
Yoongi froze for a moment, then quickly took the case and pulled something out.
“Here.”
He held a pill out to Jimin.
“For the pain.”
Gratefully, Jimin took it and swallowed it.
Then Yoongi bent down a little to take a closer look at the cuts before taking an ointment from the case.
“I already figured they weren’t kind to you. We’re better prepared than last time.”
“What is that?” Jimin asked as Yoongi opened the ointment packaging.
“With this, you won’t see anything anymore in a few days,” Yoongi said and, with extreme caution, applied the ointment to the wound.
Jimin was glad the painkiller was already starting to work.
After that, a large bandage was placed over the whole area.
“Anything else?”
Jimin removed the towel from his shoulders and hesitated briefly before standing up and turning his back to Yoongi.
“I’m going to kill all of them, Jimin. Every single one who hurt you.”
“I want to join in on that,” Jimin said with a sad smile and let Yoongi apply ointment to the wounds from the blows he had received.
Then he sat down again and realized how good it felt to be treated.
“Anything else?”
Jimin looked down at his left leg.
Damn, it really had become the victim of everything.
“Maybe some ointment on…”
He pointed to a pink, fresh, still-forming scar on the side of his shin.
Yoongi recognized immediately what it was.
A gunshot wound.
That shitty shot…
It had brought so much suffering.
Only because of it had Jimin been captured.
Yoongi was so angry, but he tried not to let it radiate too much.
Not that Jimin might think he was angry at him.
“It healed well, though,” he noted.
“They were annoyed by how hard walking was for me. They treated it in the beginning.”
“You don’t have to understand humans.”
Yoongi bent down and spread ointment over the fresh skin, then sat back up.
“Did they do anything else to you?”
“Only… only my foot.”
Yoongi looked down and realized that Jimin was wearing a sock.
“The left one?” he asked, since that was the one with the sock.
“Mhm.”
“Can I…”
Yoongi bent down and wanted to take the foot onto his lap.
Jimin agreed and placed the towel, which had just been on his shoulders, over his lap and between his legs as Yoongi lifted his foot.
“The sock?”
“Carefully, please.”
“Of course.”
As carefully as he could, Yoongi pulled the sock off Jimin.
When it was over Jimin’s toes, Yoongi noticed what was wrong.
Two were missing.
The two outermost ones on the left.
And the sock Jimin had been wearing had held cloths in place, pressed against the raw wounds.
The wounds were probably already a little older. They were not losing a large amount of blood anymore, only partly.
It ran down Jimin’s foot.
Yoongi pressed the sock against the blood to soak it up with it.
He wanted to say something, anything, but he did not know what.
One look at Jimin’s face, and he saw that the painkiller probably had not really numbed this pain yet.
“Does it look very bad?” Jimin asked, because Yoongi was not saying anything.
“Hoseok will know what can be done.”
Yoongi took the ointment and, with trembling fingers, spread it over the wounds.
Then he took a bandage and wrapped the toes.
“Anything else?”
Jimin shook his head.
“We can fly again in a good nineteen hours. Then Hoseok will take proper care of you.”
“Thank you for already doing it now…” Jimin swallowed. “What are we going to do for those nineteen hours?”
Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin’s knee and leaned slightly toward him, a little unsure, but hopeful. “What do you want to do? You get to choose.”
Jimin placed his hand over Yoongi’s and leaned toward Yoongi’s face. “I get to choose?”
Yoongi nodded and allowed all the feelings he was feeling right now.
Jimin did not let any more time pass and placed his lips on Yoongi’s. Yoongi returned the kiss immediately and was more than positively surprised when Jimin deepened it.
Jimin placed his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders. Yoongi let the hand that was not resting on the injured leg glide higher, until he touched the towel. Jimin took one hand from Yoongi’s shoulder and placed it back on Yoongi’s hand.
Yoongi wanted to let his hand glide back down again, because he thought that was why Jimin had placed his hand on Yoongi’s, but the exact opposite happened.
Jimin moved it farther up, under the towel.
“Jimin,” Yoongi said and looked into Jimin’s eyes, slightly worried. “Are you sure?”
Jimin stood up, which made Yoongi stand up too.
They stood beautifully close to each other.
“I wasn’t treated well these past few weeks,” he began and placed Yoongi’s hands on his own waist before placing his own on Yoongi’s arms. “I really don’t want anything more right now than to be treated well and enjoy it.”
He kissed Yoongi again.
Yoongi pulled Jimin toward himself by his waist and then moved his hands over Jimin’s back, wanting to stroke upward for a moment, but then he remembered the wounds, which made him move downward instead.
But then he stopped.
At the towel.
“Keep going,” Jimin said quietly between the kisses.
So Yoongi did, moving his hands under the towel, onto Jimin’s ass.
Before he realized it, Jimin’s towel fell down, leaving him standing naked in front of Yoongi.
They kept kissing, until Jimin had to stop to catch his breath again.
“You’ll tell me if you want to stop,” Yoongi reminded him.
“I know. You too. But I don’t want to stop right now… If you want, we can lie down and then keep going?”
Jimin looked at him expectantly.
“You’re injured. I don’t want… I don’t want anything to hurt.” Especially not if I’m the reason.
“I’ll tell you if something hurts.”
“Okay.” Yoongi hugged Jimin and let his lips brush over Jimin’s neck before kissing his skin a few times. Then Yoongi tore himself away and led Jimin into the sleeping room, which was smaller than on the rebel ship or even Bang, BTS’s ship. There was only a small bed there, attached to one wall. Clothes could be stored in the small closet that was built into another wall.
Speaking of clothes, Yoongi took his off while Jimin made himself comfortable on the bed.
When Yoongi was done, Jimin, already aroused, held out his hand to him.
Yoongi took it and carefully settled between Jimin’s legs, then was pulled toward Jimin’s face by him. So that he would not hurt Jimin by putting pressure on his back, Yoongi held his weight above Jimin’s body with his arms. Yoongi kissed Jimin’s mouth, Jimin’s cheeks, Jimin’s chin, Jimin’s neck, Jimin’s collarbones, Jimin’s chest, Jimin’s nipples, down Jimin’s stomach, until he reached Jimin’s pubic hair.
Then he looked up at Jimin and smiled widely.
“You’re-... I can’t even describe how beautiful you are,” he said, a little breathless.
“Fuck, I don’t know how I lasted so long without having you naked on top of me.”
Jimin moaned when Yoongi suddenly began kissing and licking the insides of his thighs. His muscles twitched, his member pulsed and waited to be touched. He moaned more and more, until Yoongi stopped and came back up to Jimin’s face. He kissed Jimin, groaning when Jimin took his own hardness and Yoongi’s and rubbed them together.
“I don’t want to- Not yet,” Yoongi said. “Wait.”
Jimin nodded and let go with his hand, though they were still touching.
Yoongi placed his fingers against Jimin’s mouth. “Do you want to- Should I-”
Jimin interrupted Yoongi by taking his fingers and-
Yoongi did not know what Jimin was even doing there, but he moaned and dropped his head onto Jimin’s shoulder while Jimin worked wonders with his mouth.
When Jimin stopped, Yoongi slowly moved his hand over Jimin’s body, leaving a trail of saliva, and lifted his head from Jimin, instead looking into his face.
Then he entered him.
Jimin moaned and then began to giggle.
“What?” Yoongi asked. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Just- A few hours ago, I was still wishing for my own death, and now- Now I’m so happy, you can’t even believ- ah... o...” He smiled with his whole face.
“Why- why don’t we show each other how we feel?” Yoongi asked. “Do we do that during sex?”
Jimin nodded. “You can do it. It becomes even more intense then. If you feel ready to feel it dozens of times stronger? On an emotional level, of course.”
“Are you kidding? There’s nothing I’d rather have right now.”
Jimin grinned now and then-
Yoongi moaned and stopped all movement.
His eyes rolled back and he felt drops of arousal spilling from him.
Quickly, he managed to transfer his feelings to Jimin too.
Pure pleasure and arousal.
That, in turn, intensified Yoongi’s feelings, because Jimin’s became stronger, which led to Yoongi feeling more of Jimin, and that-
Let’s just say, the cycle continued until both of them suddenly came, once it became so intense that it was already pulsing painfully.
“What was that?” Yoongi asked breathlessly and pulled his fingers out of Jimin.
Jimin kept smiling, his eyes closed. “That was hot, Yoongi… Ah, I’m so glad.”
Yoongi stroked over Jimin’s thigh. “Does that mean you want to… sleep now?” he asked.
Jimin opened his eyes. “Without having felt you? That would be a crime!” He sat up and kissed a relieved Yoongi, more and more intensely. Then, without Yoongi being prepared for it, Jimin took his member into his hand.
Yoongi quickly placed his hand on Jimin, and so they sat there now, the two Lumarae. Their hands satisfying each other while their tongues were in each other’s mouths.
When they were ready enough, Jimin lay down again and spread his legs wide.
Yoongi did not wait.
He brought himself into position, placed Jimin’s legs, and positioned his member.
He looked at Jimin.
“You know that after this, our relationship will be different.”
Jimin nodded. “Thankfully. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he confessed.
During his imprisonment, he had often regretted not telling Yoongi anything, because he had believed he would not make it out of that prison alive. Who knew, maybe something like this would have happened earlier?
“I only mean… If we don’t talk about it, then it gets weird, and then we aren’t friends anymore.”
“Then let’s not do that,” Jimin suggested simply.
Yoongi smiled in relief and finally entered Jimin with his length.
Jimin lay relaxed on the mattress and looked at Yoongi, at how hot he looked, naked, sweaty, his hair messy, already some semen from earlier clinging to him.
He did not hold back from showing Yoongi how much he enjoyed what Yoongi was doing.
Yoongi also did not hold back with compliments, telling Jimin every five seconds how amazing and beautiful and hot and tight and sweet and pretty he was.
It did not take long until they lay beside each other on the mattress, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.
Jimin used Yoongi’s chest as a pillow and fell asleep within the next few minutes, just like Yoongi did.
“How long did we sleep?” Jimin asked Yoongi when he woke up.
Yoongi blinked a few times, then sat up sleepily and-
Oh damn, he felt so damn good.
Slept through the night, finally!
He turned to Jimin and smiled widely before kissing him briefly and lying back down again, because the feeling was simply so wonderful.
“Then we’ll sleep some more,” Jimin said, amused, and cuddled back up to Yoongi.
Two hours later, we were sitting awake in bed again.
Now Yoongi looked at the time.
“Seventeen hours,” he said.
“Hm?” Jimin asked, still lying in bed with half-closed eyes.
“Your question from… earlier. We slept for seventeen hours.”
“Oh, how nice.” Jimin grinned with his whole face, but then it fell.
Yoongi,” he began in a serious voice.
He sat up.
“How was your sleep these past two weeks?”
“Nonexistent,” Yoongi sighed. “If there was any, then with lovely dreams of you… of not-nice things happening to you.”
Because of me.
“Shit.”
Yoongi hesitated briefly.
“Why did you let yourself get captured?”
“What?”
“We watched what the camera on your clothes recorded. You were shot, then you— You didn’t call for me. I would have come to get you, Jimin. You wouldn’t have had to endure that torture.”
“Then both of us would have had to endure it, Yoongi.” He looked very serious. “I know you would have tried to save me. And that was enough for me to save you." He saw that Yoongi was not satisfied. “We promised we would take care of each other. I only kept that promise, just like you kept it too.” He lifted the corners of his mouth. “As you can see, we’re both sitting here in bed… naked. We’re okay, we slept with each other, and we caught up on seventeen hours of sleep! We kept our promise, and that’s what matters.”
Yoongi hugged Jimin and did not let go of him for some time, until he suddenly stood up.
“Stay lying down, you need to recover. I’ll clean myself up and check how far the system is.”
Jimin nodded and lay back down, satisfied.
“I’m home!” Jimin stood up from the chair and placed his hand over his heart. “Yoongi, we’re home again!” He ran over to Yoongi and pulled him up from the pilot’s seat so he could hug him. Full of joy, Jimin kissed all over Yoongi’s cheeks.
“It was my pleasure to save you.”
“Let’s hope you never have to do it again.”
“Let’s hope so.”
Jimin let go of Yoongi and looked excited.
“I absolutely have to see the others! Oh, how I missed them! And they missed me too, right?”
“Of course. Everyone missed you.”
“And they’ll be damn relieved that you came back in one piece!” Something occurred to Jimin. “Did you even contact them after rescuing me?”
“Jiminie, let’s just go to them, okay?” Yoongi diverted the topic, because he was looking through the windows.
There, he could already see a few rebels, apparently only waiting for Yoongi to leave the ship.
Before he had landed on the ship, he had, of course, had to talk to someone from the rebel ship so he would have permission to land.
That exchange had been over quickly once he had said his name.
He had received permission immediately afterward.
As well as a, “Namjoon will be expecting you.”
“You’re right.”
Jimin breathed in and out deeply.
“Let’s go.”
They stepped together onto the ramp, which brought them down to the floor of the rebel ship.
There stood a good twenty people, including the rest of BTS.
All of them were too shocked to say anything.
“Guys!” Jimin called and ran toward them, but then he did not know who to hug first and simply began crying from joy. "I missed you-” He sobbed.
Immediately, he was hugged by truly everyone.
Well, at some point one could no longer touch Jimin because too many people were around him, but the gesture counted.
Everyone talked over each other and welcomed him, asked questions, had no idea how to react.
Yoongi stood at the end of the ramp and watched it quietly and contentedly.
Damn, he had really managed to bring Jimin home again.
The impossible had become possible.
Eventually, someone noticed that Jimin had to be treated by Hoseok.
The cluster quickly dissolved.
Hoseok was, fittingly, already standing close to Jimin and simply looked at him with joy.
“I can’t believe it… But come on, I really have to check you over.”
He took Jimin by the hand and brought him with him.
Jimin limped along with him.
Unlike Yoongi had done a good twenty hours ago, Hoseok made sure not to walk too quickly.
But well, the situations were also clearly different.
Yoongi was about to quietly slip away when his name was spoken by a stern voice.
“Yoongi.”
He looked at Namjoon, who had looked satisfied when he saw Jimin, but now he looked very different.
Serious.
Dissatisfied.
“You-”
“Not now,” Seokjin interrupted him. He placed a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Yoongi brought Jimin back. Let him be for now, he needs to rest. He deserves that.”
Although Namjoon did not look any less dissatisfied, he nodded. “We will still talk about your behavior.” He turned around and left.
The crowd dispersed rather quickly too, until only Yoongi was left standing there with Jungkook, Seokjin, and Taehyung.
“I had to do it,” Yoongi defended himself immediately. “He was being tortured!”
Jungkook’s eyes were wet, and had been since the moment he saw Yoongi and Jimin alive in front of him.
Actually, since Yoongi had left.
Shit, he had really thought he would never see either of them again.
“I missed you,” he mumbled with a trembling lip. “So much.”
Taehyung came toward Yoongi.
“I know, I just ran off, but-” Yoongi wanted to defend himself again, because he thought Taehyung would hit him or something like that, but he merely hugged Yoongi.
“Thank you. Really,” Taehyung thanked him calmly, his grip firm around Yoongi.
To Yoongi’s shock, Seokjin and Jungkook came too and hugged him as well.
He was almost crushed in the middle of the three of them.
“We can’t thank you enough for saving our Jimin,” Seokjin said.
Yoongi swallowed and felt his eyes begin to burn.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled and noticed that his lower lip was beginning to tremble. “We can’t be without him, after all.”
“Or without you,” Jungkook added.
The hug did not loosen.
Relief, joy, and dozens of other positive feelings now pumped through Yoongi’s entire body.
He allowed the tears and tried to return the overwhelming hug as well as he could.