9

Yoongi is woken when he hears a knock on the door. Since he fell asleep, it has started raining, however the air is not cold. Not really caring about who it may be, Yoongi slips into a pair of slippers and trudges to the door sleepily. He opens the door and, to his surprise, sees his boyfriend.

He is wearing a black turtleneck and high waisted pants underneath a body-length coat. His eyes are red, however he doesn't seem sad. His wet pink hair hangs down over his eyes, unable to hold itself up. Yoongi runs a hand through his own messy mint hair and steps aside, allowing JImin to come inside. As soon as the younger boy is out of the rain, the older pulls him into a quick hug.

"I'm glad to see you. Were you waiting long?" Jimin shakes his head and leans into Yoongi's chest.

"Don't worry about me, hyung," Jimin reassures as they move into the living room.

"Do you want anything to drink? I have tea, water, coffee.."

"Coffee is good." Jimin's eyes travel around the room in awe. "I forgot how nice your house is,." The house is, indeed, nice. The walls are a clean white, the furniture all balanced with calm tones of blue and grey. Jimin takes a seat on the sofa. Jimin gazes at the paintings hung around the room. "Where did you get the paintings from?" He asks, hugging a pillow. The older boy glances across the room at Jimin from inside the kitchen.

"My dad painted them." He exclaims and walks out of the kitchen carrying two mugs, placing them on the coffee table and sitting next to his boyfriend on the couch.

"They're pretty. Does he still paint?" Jimin picks up the mug, cupping it in his hands. Yoongi shakes his head.

"He's not with us anymore." Jimin's eyes widen and he puts down his drink.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't–"

"It's fine, love. It was a long time ago." Jimin pouts and Yoongi pats the younger boy's head and notices that it is still dotted with beads of water. "Wait here for a moment," He excuses himself momentarily before returning with a towel.

"Thanks," Jimin reaches for the towel. He blushes when Yoongi begins to dry it for him.

"You're welcome," Jimin pulls his boyfriend back onto the couch after Yoongi has dried his hair, resting in the crook of his neck. Yoongi wraps an arm around the younger boy's small body. "So, what brings you here?" Yoongi inquires.

"I saw Jungkook tonight." Yoongi glares.

"That bastard... are you okay? Were you alone? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, hyung. And Tahyungie was there with me anyway" Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. "H-he apologised to me."

"WHAT?" Jimin is startled by Yoongi's tone. "The audacity! How dare he think that he can–"

"I forgave him." Yoongi sits upright, his hand falling off of Jimin's shoulder.

"WHY? He doesn't deserve it!" Jimin rubs his boyfriend's thigh, trying to calm him down.

"I know that you're worried, hyung. But this was my choice. And I choose to forgive him. I don't want to resent him." Yoongi groans and leans back into the couch.

"You know him better than me, baby. As long as you're doing what you think is right."

"Thank you Yoongi." Jimin smiles and rolls over so that he is sitting on top of Yoongi, planting his lips on the older boy's. Yoongi's hands wrap around Jimin's waist as he pulls him closer. Yoongi bites Jimin's lip, who in response opens his mouth. Yoongi pushes his tongue inside as he feels the younger boy reaching at his shirt. He breaks away, panting, and pulls off his shirt and Jimin's, pushing Jimin onto the couch and sucking his neck. Jimin lets out a moan and grabs Yoongi's mint hair. Yoongi's mouth travels down. He runs his tongue along the boy's collarbone and licks his nipples. Jimin shivers at the touch and the older boy looks up to check that he is okay.

"Alright?" He smirks.

"Y-yeah."

"Do you want to stop?"

"I should probably go home soon" Yoongi frowns and lies down, rubbing his head against Jimin's chest.

"Can't you stay here tonight?" He pleads. Jimin chuckles at his cute hyung.

"Okay."