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After talking for hours on hours about the lyrics of the song and making a few small adjustments to change the general vibe of the melody, the two boys were now exhausted at Yoongi's desk, the older still scribbling words into his notepad and Jimin silent on the office chair.

"Hey Ji-" he stopped his words at the sight in front him.

He emediatly chuckled, forgetting all about the song and focusing solely on Jimin small figure that sat on his chair.

The idol still had his legs folded to his chest, arms wrapped around his knees and his cheek cutely pressed against his arm.

His dark bangs swept across his closed eyes, soft snores escaping his parted lips.

Yoongi shifted, getting slightly closer to Jimin.

He gently brushed his fingers across his forehead to push his bangs out of the way, admiring Jimin's bare face.

"What if the boy's hope... Is another boy?"

Yoongi chuckled.

That statement had shocked him a little.

Yoongi would have never deemed Jimin brave enough to bring the touchy subject up.

Because Homosexuality was something that still had yet to accepted fully in Korea, and Jimin being an idol, he had even more pressure on his slim shoulders.

As Yoongi detailed every part of Jimin's face, he felt a new find respect for the small boy.

Yoongi had never really thought about his sexuality.

He had never been in love, noor had he ever been in a relashionship.

When he was still in D-Town, all he thought about was his music and the performances. Then he had been a trainee for the rest of his adolescence, so barely even talking to anyone except Namjoon. And then he had been locked up in a mental hospital for two years.

So Yoongi had never really taken the time to think about it.

Of course, he had had Soekjin aka the proudest homosexual to ever live, as his close friend. And Soekjin always talked about his gay experiences and what not.

But never did Yoongi once imagine he would be the one to experience such things.

And here he was, his heart going crazy for the adorable ravenette that sat in his office chair.

As he stared at Jimin, Yoongi tried to define what he felt for the boy.

Fuck I think I like him....

He sighed, standing up and half halfheartedly cleaning the papers on his table before pulling his bed from under the couch.

He turned around to Jimin and gently pulled the boys arms around his own neck before wrapping an arm around his waist the other hand slowly sliding under Jimin's thigh.

Though Jimin's body had been limp in his arms for the past few seconds, he suddenly tightened his grip around Yoongi's shoulder and pulled himself high up in Yoongi's embrace, his legs wrapping around Yoongi's waist comfortably as a soft sigh left his lips, his breath fanning Yoongi's neck.

Yoongi cursed at himself mentally, trying not to focus on the smaller's chest pressed against his own, or his head that rested on his shoulder.

God his lips are touching my neck!

Yoongi suddenly turned tomato red, his cheeks burning and his thoat tightening.

He quickly carried the younger to his matress and dropped him as gently as possible, throwing the covers of his body before rushing out to the balcony.

He took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm his fast heartbeat.

A/N:

y'all, my crush gave me his phone number...

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