Don't Wanna Be Your Boy | Yoonmin

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Jimin understood what Hobi meant now, the sexual tension between him and his hyung.

He'd always known Yoongi was extremely attractive, and maybe he'd always seen him this way, and simply locked all of those lust filled thoughts away out of fear.

But now that he was truly allowing himself to feel for him what he'd refused to feel before, it was taking all of his self restraint not to do anything stupid.

He hadn't even confessed yet.

He was waiting for the right moment, and after speaking to his therapist on the matter, she agreed that he should wait until it felt right, not wanting him to rush things, but also not wanting him to miss out because of past experiences.

However, he really couldn't stop himself from imagining now. Skinship was a casual, every day thing between them, hand holding, hugging, holding each other. Yoongi had even bathed him before, and seen him without clothes on several occasions. But it suddenly felt slightly different now that they were both aware of their feelings. Whenever Yoongi drew close enough to him, his fingers brushing across his skin and sending tingles of pleasure spreading through him, he grew incredibly warm, turning cherry red, and he felt a burning need for his touch. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Yoongi's tempting, candy stained lips, always warm and soft when they skimmed over his neck as they embraced or pressed against his forehead, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining how they would feel against his, kissing every part of his bare body. His smirk left Jimin bursting into flames, and whenever his voice lowered, raspy with the remains of sleep, early in the morning, purring in his pale throat, he couldn't help the shiver that ran through him, imagining his whispered words against his ear, calling him pet names in a completely different context. He was beautiful, as he always had been, but Jimin just couldn't resist him now, couldn't think of anything they did together in a friendly way.

It had been such a long time since he'd felt like this...

Needy.

Back with Seo-Jun he was always forced and pressured into sex until he couldn't find any joy or pleasure in it anymore.

But almost a year had passed now since he'd been with him, and Yoongi was so very different.

He was remembering how sex used to feel before everything fell apart, and he remembered that it was once something he found beautiful.

Putting trust in someone you love to see you so vulnerable, to know everything that completely undoes you, that has you melting in their hands, and trusting them to make you feel good.

And he couldn't help but think that giving that trust to Yoongi would be...

Well it would be amazing.

And not just with sex, but with other things too.

The small kisses and whispered I love you's, the little lovely gestures that being more than a friend would mean, and he couldn't help but crave that.

And everyone seemed to know, Jungkook insisting that he was obvious, and Tae telling him that he should just rip off his clothes and have at it.

"I mean that would make your feelings pretty obvious wouldn't it?" He'd said, laughing at Jimin's blushing face.

In any case, Jimin has come to the conclusion that he would confess soon.

He was still terrified that Hobi could have been wrong, and that annoying voice in his head was still telling him that he would never be enough for Yoongi, just like he was never enough for anyone else, but for once he was able to cast those aside.

Maybe it was the therapy.

Maybe it was the meds.

Maybe it was that time and distance had finally healed some of the wounds that Seo-Jun had left.

But for once, Jimin didn't let his fear of the consequences hold him back.

He loved Yoongi.

He really did.

And he was going to make sure that Yoongi knew it.

So, when Yoongi asked him to accompany him to his studio for the evening, he immediately said yes.