Across The Boundary • Yoonmin

21; Too Close

I hear you calling out my name
I love the sound
I love the taste
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Jimin's eyes widens in shock when Yoongi suddenly scooted and leans closer to him.

He was staring at his orbs with the same intensity he did earlier, and the barista suddenly felt the dryness of his throat so he gulps the formed saliva that was stucked on it.

He flickers his eyes down, towards Yoongi's shirt and sees the now exposed chest of the older, due to the way he was hovering at him.

He licks and bites his bottom lip out of instinct, as he can now see the clear view of his nipples - and wonders if Yoongi knows how hard this position they have is affecting him.

"Jiminnie .." He heard him whisper.

His tone was too sweet, too intoxicating. Like him calling his name is like a voice of an angel calling him to put his defenses down and just give in to the bliss that he will give.

This is insane, this is overwhelming.

He fights the urge to grab the older and kissed him, just like what he did before.

Jimin grips the pack of snack tight, crushing the marshmallow inside as Yoongi keeps leaning closer and closer to him, brown orbs staring into his.

"Yoongi-hyung," Jimin called. His voice was raspy, raw, and it came out as a low growl.

'Stop this hyung. You don't know what you're getting into,' was all he want to say, but the anticipation only grows high as he sees Yoongi's face is now just an inch away from his.

He saw the painter's eyes shift from his own down to his lips, before it went back to his eyes again.

It was so fast, but Jimin had caught him.

And he knows that they are both thinking the same thing.

"Jimin -"

"Hyung, do you want this?"

Jimin's words feels like a trigger, and Yoongi suddenly halts his movement and blinks at the younger a few times, before he gasps in shock when he sees the closed proximity between them.

Yoongi pulls himself away from the younger and scooted at the far end corner of the couch, mumbling various word that Jimin couldn't concentrate to listen to.

The barista suddenly missed it.

Missed the warmth radiating from Yoongi's body like a thick coat shielding him from the ice cold winter.

Jimin exhales out a breath that he never noticed that he had been holding off. He looks at the older who was still mumbling some incoherent words, and decided to speak up.

"H-Hyung -"

"S-Sorry! I d-didn't mean to - i just want -"

"It's okay hyung. Can i please have a glass of water?"

Yoongi didn't say anything and nods his head repeatedly, before he disappears from Jimin's sight.

Jimin doesn't really need the water, he just want Yoongi to disappear from his view because he don't know what he will do if the guy is still here.

He doesn't even know how long he can resist.

The ashen-haired male combs his locks in an aggressive manner, all the while thinking about what the hell just happened.

Yoongi was closed, too closed.

And Jimin was closed too.

Closed to holding him, and closed to kissing him.

And he wanted it so badly he doesn't understand why.

He glances towards the direction of where Yoongi went and saw him reaching out for a glass from the cupboard; A cupboard that was a little bit high for him so he is now kind of stretching his short arms to reach it.

He was reaching for it and at the same time, the hem of his shirt was lifted; exposing his slim pale-skinned waist.

Jimin tries to ignore another heaten feelings in his body and wants to look away but he can't.

So when Yoongi slightly turns his body towards him and exposes his waist even further,

It was the last straw for Jimin.

--

This is wrong. So wrong.

What the hell was he thinking?

Yoongi mentally hits and curses himself repeatedly as he tries to steady his frantic breathing.

He can't believe he just did that.

He can't believe he puts down his defenses, and get spellbind from Jimin's eyes.

He can't believe he just thought of kissing him, when the younger only thought he wanted the marshmallows.

"Fucking fuck fuck" he mumbles to himself repeatedly, feeling all kinds of embarassment on his face and entire system.

Yoongi tried to think of any plan, or any excuse before he went back to Jimin with his water. Anything just to make it less awkward for the two of them.

Afterall, he doesn't even know if Jimin is thinking the same thing as him and he doesn't have a slightest idea about Jimin's sexuality, so if he kissed him right there and then; it would be so inappropriate.

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh in defeat and despair and made his way towards the cupboards where he keeps all of the glasses.

He never really used glasses because he has a special mug that he always used for any liquid he drinks, so the glasses are staying there on the cupboards.

And besides, he lives alone.

Yoongi had a slight frown on his face, and it only gets deeper and deeper while he was struggling to reach for a single glass.

He was already on his tip toes, but the glass is still too far to reach.

''Fucking cupboards. Why so fucking tall," he mumbles to himself in annoyance.

He adjusted his body and stretches his arms more to reach it when a pair of cold hands sudddenly encircles itself around his waist, making him yelp and jump in shock.

He turns around to see a mop of ashen hair and before he knows it, a pair of lips suddenly crashes into his.

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AN; how is this fic so far?