Gotta Be You
Title: Gotta Be You
Pairing: Suga/Jimin [Bangtan]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Canon. Jimin muses on his relationship with Suga hyung.
A/N: For blurrrylines, madelyn93, and himawarixxsandz
They’re at a fansign. It’s early afternoon and the sun is bearing down on Jimin, who tugs his snapback further over his eyes, trying to keep the glare away, while also maintaining the bunny ears a fan had shyly scooted over to him.
It’s hot, he’s sweating under the collar of his sleeveless shirt, and he’s finished his water bottle already -- and he’s not allowed another one until nearly the end of the fansign because they’re low on supplies -- but despite his physical discomfort, every new friendly fan face makes him giddy. He hasn’t stopped smiling since mid-morning when an early noona fan had called him a “little bunny” and softly pulled on his ears when he had tipped his head forward.
He thinks he’s prepared for whatever they throw at him and when the next fan steps over, handing her CD booklet for him to sign, he happily signs his name and says, “Hello~” He looks up, “Oh! I remember you! You came to the last fansign too, right?”
The fan blushes and hides her face a little behind her CD case, “Y-Yes, Jiminie. I’m JQ.” Her black shoulder length hair is shiny and healthy and the way she colors when Jimin smiles up at her is really becoming.
Jimin leans a little closer to her, “JQ noona?”
She gasps and quickly nods, her cheeks pretty and pink. “Y-Yes, I’m your noona.” Jimin autographs the little booklet, only looking up again when the noona fan slides a post-it over to him.
Jiminie, who’s your favorite hyung? A) Suga-goon B) Rapmon C) Jinjin D) Hopie E) All
“Ah...” Jimin’s marker hovers over the choices.
“Jiminie,” one of the managers standing behind him touches his shoulder. “Hurry up a little, okay? The line is getting backed up.”
“All,” Jimin nods and checks off the last option.
“Even Suga-goon?” The noona asks. “But he’s always teasing you!”
“Suga hyung takes really good care of me,” Jimin smiles and slides the booklet, along with the post-it, back to the noona fan. “I like him a lot.”
JQ noona squeaks a little, fumbling with the CD in her hands. She’s still bowing even as one of the managers move her out of the way, leaving the area in front of Jimin open for another fan.
The rest of the fansign goes on without a hitch. From the way Taehyungie and maknae are laughing, they’re having a good time. Jin is wearing cat ears again and keeps growling at an indulgent Namjoon, who tells the fans kitty Jin is the reason why they don’t have any rats back at the dorm.
Yoongi, an obvious fan favorite, has not stepped away from the row of tables to take a break all evening and he’s even the last member to leave his post for the night. He has an elephant sticker on his left cheek and a colorful glass bead bracelet give to him by the fan. He smiles a little, sleepily, when he sees Jimin is still wearing his bunny ears and says, “Not gonna take those off?”
Jimin shrugs, “Dunno. I kinda like them, I think.” He plays with the fake fur between his fingers and startles only a little bit when, on the way to the van, Yoongi wraps an arm around his.
“Yo Seokjinnie hyung,” Yoongi calls. “I have our dinner right here! We’re going to cook Jiminie. Rabbit stew is delicious.”
Seokjin turns around, “Okay. Hold him down for me when we get home. I’ll make maknae shave him.”
“Shave who?” Jungkook mumbles, heavily leaning on Hoseok’s shoulder. “I don’t want to shave anyone. I want to sleep.”
Jimin frowns, “I don’t want to be eaten--”
“Mmmm,” Namjoon cuts in, loudly, as he slips into the van. “Hyung,” he says to the manager in the driver’s seat. “We’re cooking Jimin-bunny for dinner. Do you want a piece?”
“I have dibs on his paws,” Yoongi growls dramatically and brings one of Jimin’s fingers to his mouth, pretending to bite them through to the bone. His warm breath makes goosebumps break out up Jimin’s bare arm.
The manager hyung rolls his eyes, smiling a little. “You kids are exhausted. What do you want to eat, seriously? I’ll cook and you all can relax.”
They pile into the van as comfortably as they can when everyone wants some room to sleep. Jimin is pressed up against the window -- Hoseok sits between him and Yoongi -- and he’s a few seconds from catching a cat nap when he hears, “Hey, scoot down a little, okay? Let Jimin sleep on your shoulder.”
“Jiminie,” whispers Hoseok, tugging on Jimin’s arm. “Sleepy? You can use me as a pillow, I don’t mind.”
Jimin looks around him to Yoongi, who is squinting at his Twitter feed, and sighs, his lips curving in a soft smile. “Thanks, hyung.”
Ever pleasant Hoseok grins in the dark and rubs his arm, “No problem. We’ll be home soon, don’t worry.”
Seokjin is already snoring in the backseat, Jeongguk bundled up at his side. Jimin can’t stop his eyes from sliding over to where Yoongi is and he falls asleep thinking about Yoongi tugging on his rabbit ears.
The next morning, it’s Jimin’s turn to wake up Yoongi. “Good luck,” says Jeongguk, patting him on the shoulder.
“We’re only doing this because we trust you, soldier,” Taehyung salutes him around a mouthful of toothpaste. Foam drips down onto his night shirt. He hasn’t noticed yet.
Still dressed in an undershirt and sweatpants, Jimin sighs, rubs his eyes, and walks into the room Yoongi shares with Namjoon and Seokjin. Yoongi sleeps on the bed further away from the window because sunlight is “disruptive” and, alternatively, “an abomination.” So far, the hypothesis that Min Yoongi is a vampire has not panned out.
Somehow, Jimin makes it across the entire room without tripping over someone’s hightops and banging his forehead against a spare hand weight someone forget to tuck back into their closet. Yoongi is asleep on his stomach, his cheek against his pillowcase. Using the little light trickling in from the hallway, Jimin silently traces the curve of Yoongi’s jaw with his eyes before a trembling starts in his stomach and he has to stop himself by talking.
“Hyung...” whispers Jimin, coming to sit on an empty space on Yoongi’s bed. This could take a while.
Yoongi doesn’t move.
Jimin’s shoulders slump. “Hyung?” He tries again, this time trying to peel one of Yoongi’s sheets from around his shoulders.
A huff. Then a grunt. Yoongi tries to pull the sheet back, but he can’t. “Hyung, it’s time to wake up--”
“No--”
”Hyung!” Jimin’s voice is almost at a whine.
Yoongi grunts again and slowly opens his eyes, glaring. “Park Jimin, if you don’t get the hell away from me in the next three seconds, I swear to Seokjin hyung’s APink shrine, I will hurt you.”
Jimin takes his chances. “No,” he says. “You have to get up. It’s your turn to shower.” He has to keep him talking. As long as Yoongi is engaged in conversation, he can’t sleep. “Aren’t you excited? We’re performing at the festival today--”
“Ugh,” Yoongi grunts and flings his sheets away. It’s only then that Jimin notices that his hyung is naked except for his boxer shorts and he averts his eyes as Yoongi sits up and yawns into his hands. “Fuck.”
The skin of Yoongi’s shoulder looks smooth, soft too. Jimin is still staring at it when Yoongi grabs him by the waist and tries to pull him into bed with him.
Jimin yelps, flushing, “Hey--”
“Just a few more minutes,” Yoongi mumbles, burying his face in Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, be nice to hyung--”
“I’m always nice to you!” Jimin wriggles, trying to pry Yoongi’s hands from around his body. His hands are big and strong, and they hold Jimin so tightly and Yoongi presses his face harder into Jimin’s shirt, tickling him with his nose. “You’re the one who’s always teasing me, hyung.”
Yoongi hums and says nothing, and tries to pull the sheets over Jimin’s legs to tuck him into bed. When Seokjin sticks his head into the room, he says, “Err, Jimin, this was not part of the plan--”
“He’s holding me hostage -- hyung!” Jimin suddenly laughs, throwing out his legs when Yoongi’s deft hands find his ticklish sides.
“Ratting me out, huh?” Yoongi scoffs, sitting up and laughing. “You’re on my shit list, Ppark Jiminie.”
They forget Seokjin is still standing by the door. He’s squinting at Jimin oddly when Jimin finally looks over. “Huh,” he says to himself. “Well, okay, I guess. It’s almost time to go, Yoongi. Please shower. You probably smell like a baboon sanctuary.”
“No, I don’t,” Yoongi frowns. “I smell good, right, Jiminie?”
Jimin is about to answer positively when he catches Seokjin’s interested gaze again and flounders, “Um... you don’t smell like a baboon sanctuary--”
“See?” Yoongi grints.
“--It’s more like a chicken coop.”
Yoongi smacks Jimin’s ass so hard Taehyung makes a quip about “19+ special videos” and Seokjin stuffs Taehyung’s mouth with rice so he doesn’t “corrupt the youth.”
Jeongguk is asleep in his cereal.
Jimin doesn’t remember when he and Yoongi hadn’t been like this. They always fight with no heat, no real venom in their insults. Yoongi pokes Jimin’s sides, pinches his cheeks, coos at him, rags on his outfits, laughs at him when he falls asleep in the dance practice room. He even carries this with him out in public, in front of their fans, calling Jimin boring and saying his talent is “sucking the fun out of everything.”
Jimin doesn’t take it to heart. He doesn’t know what it is: is it because they’ve known each other for so long Jimin knows that if Yoongi hated him, Yoongi wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence? Or is it because even if Yoongi teases him, Jimin accepts it all because at least Yoongi is paying attention to him and all Jimin has ever wanted, ever since he joined Big Hit, is for Yoongi to look at him with fondness in his eyes? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.
Yoongi teases everyone, especially Jimin, but he’s also the first to scoot over in the van when Jimin’s about to climb in. When Jimin can’t sleep and he’s in the kitchen, looking for something to eat that won’t break his rigid new diet, Yoongi almost always pops out to keep him company and chat with them while Jimin heats up leftovers.
Sometimes, when Jimin has homework he doesn’t understand and he doesn’t want to bother Yoongi in the studio, Yoongi will still find him and say something like, “You haven’t bothered me in a while. Are you okay?” Or “I miss your ugly mug around, what’s up?”
Yoongi doesn’t do soft or nice, not to Jimin. Not to any of them, really. Even his love songs sound like declarations of war and that’s alright with Jimin. He likes Yoongi like this. He wants Yoongi to be brash, to pick on him in front of their fans, to mock the way he speaks and purposely try to trip him up during BTSTV, because then, his quieter moments feel all that more important. Precious.
Like this one:
It’s after dance practice. Jimin is coming out of the showers, exhausted and more than a little sleepy. He crashes on a couch in the dorm and settles down for a little nap, hoping he’ll have a little more energy when he wakes up.
“Ah, there you are--”
Jimin opens his eyes, “Hyung?”
Yoongi sits down next to him and pats his thighs, “You need a pillow or your neck will hurt.”
Sluggishly, Jimin changes their positions, stretching his legs out while letting his head rest in Yoongi’s lap. The dorm is quiet; no one else is home. Yoongi pulls out his cellphone and starts scrolling through a webpage, mouth twisted in concentration.
“Hyung?” Jimin shifts a little in his lap.
“Yeah?” Yoongi’s voice is low and comforting. He drops his eyes down to Jimin’s and holds his gaze. “What’s up?”
Jimin’s stomach dips. This is a new feeling. Some time ago, looking at Yoongi’s eyes would only make Jimin feel safe, appreciated, maybe even wanted, but now, there’s a different kind of want stirring in the pit of his belly. Yoongi hyung’s lips are thin, but just like everything about him, they look soft. His thighs under Jimin’s head also feel soft. Jimin wonders what would happen if he were to turn his head a little, pull Yoongi’s shirt up over his chest, and kiss his belly. He thinks that it would also be soft and sweet--
“Yo,” Yoongi gently pulls on Jimin’s hair. His phone is face down on an arm of the couch. “What, do you need to be charged or something, Jimin bot? What’s wrong?”
Crap. Jimin is pretty sure he’s not supposed to have these feelings. They’re dangerous and sharp, like glass is caught in his chest and it’s hard to breathe--
“Jimin.” Yoongi frowns down at him. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to tickle the shit out of you until you do?”
Jimin startles, his legs twitching. “No, you... you don’t have to do that. I’m okay. Really.” He forces a smile and hopes it’s a good one.
“You’re lying,” says Yoongi. He hands Jimin his phone. “Here. Make a tweet about how much you love me. It’s your turn for this, anyway.”
“But I don’t love you-- ahhh!” Jimin yells, scrambling to keep his grip on the couch before Yoongi tries to shove him to the floor again. “Hyung!” Yoongi pulls him back and messes up his hair, all the while muttering about how good of a hyung he is, how Jimin should love him the most, and don’t you dare drop my phone, that costs more than you do!
Jimin laughs through his shrieks and when they’ve both settled down again, he’s tweeting with his feet in Yoongi’s lap while Yoongi flips through tv channels.
Hello, it’s Jimin! I’m here with Suga hyung! > w < He’s letting me use his phone to tweet! It’s so nice! I think he likes it more than me, hehehe.
“I do like it more than you,” Yoongi says later, smirking.
Jimin’s stomach flutters, like a baby bird trying to take off for the first time, but Yoongi’s hand on his shoulder is comforting and warm.
A phone will never love you like I can, Jimin thinks and immediately regrets it. It causes him to be unprepared when Taehyung flies at him from across the studio lounge and almost tackles him down to the floor. “Jimin bot needs a new ROM,” he says very seriously, cupping Jimin’s face in his hands.
“Nah,” Yoongi kicks his feet up to the low table, flipping through his lyrics book. “He’s fine the way he is.”
Pairing: Suga/Jimin [Bangtan]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Canon. Jimin muses on his relationship with Suga hyung.
A/N: For blurrrylines, madelyn93, and himawarixxsandz
They’re at a fansign. It’s early afternoon and the sun is bearing down on Jimin, who tugs his snapback further over his eyes, trying to keep the glare away, while also maintaining the bunny ears a fan had shyly scooted over to him.
It’s hot, he’s sweating under the collar of his sleeveless shirt, and he’s finished his water bottle already -- and he’s not allowed another one until nearly the end of the fansign because they’re low on supplies -- but despite his physical discomfort, every new friendly fan face makes him giddy. He hasn’t stopped smiling since mid-morning when an early noona fan had called him a “little bunny” and softly pulled on his ears when he had tipped his head forward.
He thinks he’s prepared for whatever they throw at him and when the next fan steps over, handing her CD booklet for him to sign, he happily signs his name and says, “Hello~” He looks up, “Oh! I remember you! You came to the last fansign too, right?”
The fan blushes and hides her face a little behind her CD case, “Y-Yes, Jiminie. I’m JQ.” Her black shoulder length hair is shiny and healthy and the way she colors when Jimin smiles up at her is really becoming.
Jimin leans a little closer to her, “JQ noona?”
She gasps and quickly nods, her cheeks pretty and pink. “Y-Yes, I’m your noona.” Jimin autographs the little booklet, only looking up again when the noona fan slides a post-it over to him.
Jiminie, who’s your favorite hyung? A) Suga-goon B) Rapmon C) Jinjin D) Hopie E) All
“Ah...” Jimin’s marker hovers over the choices.
“Jiminie,” one of the managers standing behind him touches his shoulder. “Hurry up a little, okay? The line is getting backed up.”
“All,” Jimin nods and checks off the last option.
“Even Suga-goon?” The noona asks. “But he’s always teasing you!”
“Suga hyung takes really good care of me,” Jimin smiles and slides the booklet, along with the post-it, back to the noona fan. “I like him a lot.”
JQ noona squeaks a little, fumbling with the CD in her hands. She’s still bowing even as one of the managers move her out of the way, leaving the area in front of Jimin open for another fan.
The rest of the fansign goes on without a hitch. From the way Taehyungie and maknae are laughing, they’re having a good time. Jin is wearing cat ears again and keeps growling at an indulgent Namjoon, who tells the fans kitty Jin is the reason why they don’t have any rats back at the dorm.
Yoongi, an obvious fan favorite, has not stepped away from the row of tables to take a break all evening and he’s even the last member to leave his post for the night. He has an elephant sticker on his left cheek and a colorful glass bead bracelet give to him by the fan. He smiles a little, sleepily, when he sees Jimin is still wearing his bunny ears and says, “Not gonna take those off?”
Jimin shrugs, “Dunno. I kinda like them, I think.” He plays with the fake fur between his fingers and startles only a little bit when, on the way to the van, Yoongi wraps an arm around his.
“Yo Seokjinnie hyung,” Yoongi calls. “I have our dinner right here! We’re going to cook Jiminie. Rabbit stew is delicious.”
Seokjin turns around, “Okay. Hold him down for me when we get home. I’ll make maknae shave him.”
“Shave who?” Jungkook mumbles, heavily leaning on Hoseok’s shoulder. “I don’t want to shave anyone. I want to sleep.”
Jimin frowns, “I don’t want to be eaten--”
“Mmmm,” Namjoon cuts in, loudly, as he slips into the van. “Hyung,” he says to the manager in the driver’s seat. “We’re cooking Jimin-bunny for dinner. Do you want a piece?”
“I have dibs on his paws,” Yoongi growls dramatically and brings one of Jimin’s fingers to his mouth, pretending to bite them through to the bone. His warm breath makes goosebumps break out up Jimin’s bare arm.
The manager hyung rolls his eyes, smiling a little. “You kids are exhausted. What do you want to eat, seriously? I’ll cook and you all can relax.”
They pile into the van as comfortably as they can when everyone wants some room to sleep. Jimin is pressed up against the window -- Hoseok sits between him and Yoongi -- and he’s a few seconds from catching a cat nap when he hears, “Hey, scoot down a little, okay? Let Jimin sleep on your shoulder.”
“Jiminie,” whispers Hoseok, tugging on Jimin’s arm. “Sleepy? You can use me as a pillow, I don’t mind.”
Jimin looks around him to Yoongi, who is squinting at his Twitter feed, and sighs, his lips curving in a soft smile. “Thanks, hyung.”
Ever pleasant Hoseok grins in the dark and rubs his arm, “No problem. We’ll be home soon, don’t worry.”
Seokjin is already snoring in the backseat, Jeongguk bundled up at his side. Jimin can’t stop his eyes from sliding over to where Yoongi is and he falls asleep thinking about Yoongi tugging on his rabbit ears.
The next morning, it’s Jimin’s turn to wake up Yoongi. “Good luck,” says Jeongguk, patting him on the shoulder.
“We’re only doing this because we trust you, soldier,” Taehyung salutes him around a mouthful of toothpaste. Foam drips down onto his night shirt. He hasn’t noticed yet.
Still dressed in an undershirt and sweatpants, Jimin sighs, rubs his eyes, and walks into the room Yoongi shares with Namjoon and Seokjin. Yoongi sleeps on the bed further away from the window because sunlight is “disruptive” and, alternatively, “an abomination.” So far, the hypothesis that Min Yoongi is a vampire has not panned out.
Somehow, Jimin makes it across the entire room without tripping over someone’s hightops and banging his forehead against a spare hand weight someone forget to tuck back into their closet. Yoongi is asleep on his stomach, his cheek against his pillowcase. Using the little light trickling in from the hallway, Jimin silently traces the curve of Yoongi’s jaw with his eyes before a trembling starts in his stomach and he has to stop himself by talking.
“Hyung...” whispers Jimin, coming to sit on an empty space on Yoongi’s bed. This could take a while.
Yoongi doesn’t move.
Jimin’s shoulders slump. “Hyung?” He tries again, this time trying to peel one of Yoongi’s sheets from around his shoulders.
A huff. Then a grunt. Yoongi tries to pull the sheet back, but he can’t. “Hyung, it’s time to wake up--”
“No--”
”Hyung!” Jimin’s voice is almost at a whine.
Yoongi grunts again and slowly opens his eyes, glaring. “Park Jimin, if you don’t get the hell away from me in the next three seconds, I swear to Seokjin hyung’s APink shrine, I will hurt you.”
Jimin takes his chances. “No,” he says. “You have to get up. It’s your turn to shower.” He has to keep him talking. As long as Yoongi is engaged in conversation, he can’t sleep. “Aren’t you excited? We’re performing at the festival today--”
“Ugh,” Yoongi grunts and flings his sheets away. It’s only then that Jimin notices that his hyung is naked except for his boxer shorts and he averts his eyes as Yoongi sits up and yawns into his hands. “Fuck.”
The skin of Yoongi’s shoulder looks smooth, soft too. Jimin is still staring at it when Yoongi grabs him by the waist and tries to pull him into bed with him.
Jimin yelps, flushing, “Hey--”
“Just a few more minutes,” Yoongi mumbles, burying his face in Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, be nice to hyung--”
“I’m always nice to you!” Jimin wriggles, trying to pry Yoongi’s hands from around his body. His hands are big and strong, and they hold Jimin so tightly and Yoongi presses his face harder into Jimin’s shirt, tickling him with his nose. “You’re the one who’s always teasing me, hyung.”
Yoongi hums and says nothing, and tries to pull the sheets over Jimin’s legs to tuck him into bed. When Seokjin sticks his head into the room, he says, “Err, Jimin, this was not part of the plan--”
“He’s holding me hostage -- hyung!” Jimin suddenly laughs, throwing out his legs when Yoongi’s deft hands find his ticklish sides.
“Ratting me out, huh?” Yoongi scoffs, sitting up and laughing. “You’re on my shit list, Ppark Jiminie.”
They forget Seokjin is still standing by the door. He’s squinting at Jimin oddly when Jimin finally looks over. “Huh,” he says to himself. “Well, okay, I guess. It’s almost time to go, Yoongi. Please shower. You probably smell like a baboon sanctuary.”
“No, I don’t,” Yoongi frowns. “I smell good, right, Jiminie?”
Jimin is about to answer positively when he catches Seokjin’s interested gaze again and flounders, “Um... you don’t smell like a baboon sanctuary--”
“See?” Yoongi grints.
“--It’s more like a chicken coop.”
Yoongi smacks Jimin’s ass so hard Taehyung makes a quip about “19+ special videos” and Seokjin stuffs Taehyung’s mouth with rice so he doesn’t “corrupt the youth.”
Jeongguk is asleep in his cereal.
Jimin doesn’t remember when he and Yoongi hadn’t been like this. They always fight with no heat, no real venom in their insults. Yoongi pokes Jimin’s sides, pinches his cheeks, coos at him, rags on his outfits, laughs at him when he falls asleep in the dance practice room. He even carries this with him out in public, in front of their fans, calling Jimin boring and saying his talent is “sucking the fun out of everything.”
Jimin doesn’t take it to heart. He doesn’t know what it is: is it because they’ve known each other for so long Jimin knows that if Yoongi hated him, Yoongi wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence? Or is it because even if Yoongi teases him, Jimin accepts it all because at least Yoongi is paying attention to him and all Jimin has ever wanted, ever since he joined Big Hit, is for Yoongi to look at him with fondness in his eyes? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.
Yoongi teases everyone, especially Jimin, but he’s also the first to scoot over in the van when Jimin’s about to climb in. When Jimin can’t sleep and he’s in the kitchen, looking for something to eat that won’t break his rigid new diet, Yoongi almost always pops out to keep him company and chat with them while Jimin heats up leftovers.
Sometimes, when Jimin has homework he doesn’t understand and he doesn’t want to bother Yoongi in the studio, Yoongi will still find him and say something like, “You haven’t bothered me in a while. Are you okay?” Or “I miss your ugly mug around, what’s up?”
Yoongi doesn’t do soft or nice, not to Jimin. Not to any of them, really. Even his love songs sound like declarations of war and that’s alright with Jimin. He likes Yoongi like this. He wants Yoongi to be brash, to pick on him in front of their fans, to mock the way he speaks and purposely try to trip him up during BTSTV, because then, his quieter moments feel all that more important. Precious.
Like this one:
It’s after dance practice. Jimin is coming out of the showers, exhausted and more than a little sleepy. He crashes on a couch in the dorm and settles down for a little nap, hoping he’ll have a little more energy when he wakes up.
“Ah, there you are--”
Jimin opens his eyes, “Hyung?”
Yoongi sits down next to him and pats his thighs, “You need a pillow or your neck will hurt.”
Sluggishly, Jimin changes their positions, stretching his legs out while letting his head rest in Yoongi’s lap. The dorm is quiet; no one else is home. Yoongi pulls out his cellphone and starts scrolling through a webpage, mouth twisted in concentration.
“Hyung?” Jimin shifts a little in his lap.
“Yeah?” Yoongi’s voice is low and comforting. He drops his eyes down to Jimin’s and holds his gaze. “What’s up?”
Jimin’s stomach dips. This is a new feeling. Some time ago, looking at Yoongi’s eyes would only make Jimin feel safe, appreciated, maybe even wanted, but now, there’s a different kind of want stirring in the pit of his belly. Yoongi hyung’s lips are thin, but just like everything about him, they look soft. His thighs under Jimin’s head also feel soft. Jimin wonders what would happen if he were to turn his head a little, pull Yoongi’s shirt up over his chest, and kiss his belly. He thinks that it would also be soft and sweet--
“Yo,” Yoongi gently pulls on Jimin’s hair. His phone is face down on an arm of the couch. “What, do you need to be charged or something, Jimin bot? What’s wrong?”
Crap. Jimin is pretty sure he’s not supposed to have these feelings. They’re dangerous and sharp, like glass is caught in his chest and it’s hard to breathe--
“Jimin.” Yoongi frowns down at him. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to tickle the shit out of you until you do?”
Jimin startles, his legs twitching. “No, you... you don’t have to do that. I’m okay. Really.” He forces a smile and hopes it’s a good one.
“You’re lying,” says Yoongi. He hands Jimin his phone. “Here. Make a tweet about how much you love me. It’s your turn for this, anyway.”
“But I don’t love you-- ahhh!” Jimin yells, scrambling to keep his grip on the couch before Yoongi tries to shove him to the floor again. “Hyung!” Yoongi pulls him back and messes up his hair, all the while muttering about how good of a hyung he is, how Jimin should love him the most, and don’t you dare drop my phone, that costs more than you do!
Jimin laughs through his shrieks and when they’ve both settled down again, he’s tweeting with his feet in Yoongi’s lap while Yoongi flips through tv channels.
Hello, it’s Jimin! I’m here with Suga hyung! > w < He’s letting me use his phone to tweet! It’s so nice! I think he likes it more than me, hehehe.
“I do like it more than you,” Yoongi says later, smirking.
Jimin’s stomach flutters, like a baby bird trying to take off for the first time, but Yoongi’s hand on his shoulder is comforting and warm.
A phone will never love you like I can, Jimin thinks and immediately regrets it. It causes him to be unprepared when Taehyung flies at him from across the studio lounge and almost tackles him down to the floor. “Jimin bot needs a new ROM,” he says very seriously, cupping Jimin’s face in his hands.
“Nah,” Yoongi kicks his feet up to the low table, flipping through his lyrics book. “He’s fine the way he is.”