Chapter 20

"You and Jimin are fucking?!" Jennie screamed at Yoongi, whose head was buried deep in his pillow as he kicked his feet multiple times, screaming.

"I know, I know it's fucked up! I really tried to stop my feelings considering he's a seminarian!" he screamed back, his voice slightly muffled due to his head in the pillow.

"That boy's going to be a priest, and you just made him taste meat!"

"Real."

"So, what's the problem? You already got the man of your dreams," Jennie said, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she applied mascara to her lashes.

"We kinda got in a heated argument before heading home..." Yoongi sat up, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Eh? How? What did you do, Yoongi? Aish, don't you lie—"

"I slapped him."

"YOU WHAT?!" Jennie shot a look at him before putting down her mascara. "Why the hell would you do that, Yoongs? That must have hurt like hell. Have you apologized already?"

"I haven't talked to him since. He must hate me now," he said, rubbing his temples.

"You should go and apologize to him."

****

"You two fucked?!" Taehyung, the ever-loud guy, screamed at Jimin, who was taking a puff of his cigar.

"I know it's a lot to take in, considering we're both guys, but—"

"No, it's not that. I mean, it's okay if two guys are together. I was just shocked you two were fucking already!"

"I tried to stop my feelings, Tae. I really did. I'm going to be a priest, for crying out loud—"

"You know what, Jim? Have you asked yourself if you really wanted to be a priest? It's just one of your dad's fantasies. You should listen to yourself, or you know, get rid of him in your life?" Taehyung suggested, feeling concerned for the other.

Jimin took a deep breath. "It's not that easy. It's my dad and—"

"And you're his son. A son that brought him to paradise. Talk to him, tell him what you feel about you being a priest. For all I know, you could be a fucking model!" he said, aggravating his gaze on the older.

"I don't know, Tae. I feel bad."

"And you don't feel bad for doing that to yourself? Two whole years in the seminary is enough. You can thank God in different ways, not by throwing yourself into becoming a priest. You're too handsome for that, idiot," he said to Jimin, patting his back. "So, what was the problem again? Why are you telling this to me all of a sudden?"

"We got in a fight."

Taehyung scoffed. "Already?"

"I called him narrow-minded."

Taehyung smacked Jimin's head as he winced in pain and shot an angry look at him. "You fucked up, bro. How did he respond?" Taehyung asked, looking at him with a disappointed look.

"He slapped me."

"Yeah, you deserved that."

****

Yoongi was devastated. He couldn't sleep. He had school tomorrow, for Pete's sake! He turned around again and closed his eyes, but as soon as he closed them, Jimin appeared in his mind.

"Fuck it," he said before getting up from his bed and heading outside.

Meanwhile, Jimin was again smoking on his balcony. It was his second pack that day, and he couldn't get Yoongi off his mind. Taking a deep breath, he muttered, "Fuck it."

He put his stick in the ashtray as he headed towards his room, took his hoodie, and jogged off. He headed downstairs, took the key off the hook, and opened the door. As soon as he opened it, he was greeted by Yoongi, who was about to ring the doorbell while sniffing.

"Y-Yoongi?" Jimin stuttered, not believing what he was seeing. As he looked at the smaller boy, he noticed the prominent dark circles around his eyes.

Yoongi, who had left his apartment wearing only his Kumamon pajamas, was already shivering from the cold. He looked at Jimin, who had his keys in his hands. He wondered where the other was heading, seeing the confused look on Jimin's face.

Of course, the other boy noticed it. "I-I was just about to go to your apartment. How—How—" he stuttered again, looking at the smaller figure in pajamas. "Why did you come here? And with your pajamas? It's cold and dark, and you can get sick—"

With that, Yoongi shut him off with a kiss, jumping and wrapping his legs around the other's waist. Jimin stared at Yoongi, shocked at the sudden action, but kissed back and shut the door.

Yoongi, who was in Jimin's arm soon met his back on the couch. Jimin stripped Yoongi's clothes as he stared at his body, admiring every skin. Soon, Jimin found himself pulling out his long shaft.

Jimin leaned in, whispering against Yoongi’s ear, "I’m sorry for what I said."

Yoongi's eyes filled with tears as he wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin’s neck. “I’m sorry too,” he whispered back, his voice choked with emotion.

Jimin's lips met Yoongi’s in a fierce, desperate kiss, their apologies merging into one intense moment of connection. With every touch, Jimin conveyed his regret, his need to make things right. He moved with purpose, his hands exploring Yoongi's body as if memorizing every inch.

Yoongi’s breath hitched as Jimin's hands roamed lower, their bodies pressed tightly together. The urgency between them grew, and soon, Jimin had stripped away the remaining barriers between them. His touch was firm, yet tender, his eyes locked onto Yoongi’s, searching for any sign of discomfort.

As Jimin positioned himself at Yoongi's entrance, he leaned down to kiss Yoongi again, their tongues intertwining in a dance of raw passion. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Jimin entered Yoongi, causing both of them to gasp.

“A-Ahh! J-Jimin! F-fuck!!” Yoongi cried out, his voice loud and unrestrained. The sound echoed through the room, filled with a mix of pleasure and relief.

Jimin started with slow, deep thrusts, each movement hitting Yoongi’s most sensitive spots. Yoongi’s hands clung to Jimin's back, his nails digging in as he writhed beneath him, the sensations overwhelming.

“God, Yoongi, you feel so good,” Jimin groaned, increasing the pace. Each thrust was met with a louder, more desperate moan from Yoongi, whose body arched off the couch in response.

“Right there! Don’t stop!” Yoongi pleaded, his voice breaking. His head fell back against the couch, eyes closed, lost in the intense pleasure Jimin was giving him.

Jimin’s rhythm quickened, his movements becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the moment. He watched Yoongi's face contort with pleasure, the sight driving him wild. Yoongi’s moans grew louder, each one a testament to the ecstasy coursing through his body.

“Fuck, Yoongi, you’re so unreal,” Jimin panted, his breath hot against Yoongi’s skin. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust.

Yoongi's cries reached a crescendo, his body trembling with the intensity of his impending climax. “Jimin, I—I’m gonna—”

“Do it, Yoongi,” Jimin urged, his own voice strained. He could feel his own release nearing, the tight heat of Yoongi’s body pushing him to the edge.

With one final, deep thrust, Yoongi’s body tensed, a loud, guttural moan escaping his lips as he came, his release spilling between them. The sight and sound of Yoongi’s climax sent Jimin over the edge, his own orgasm tearing through him with a force that left him breathless.

They collapsed together on the couch, their bodies entwined, the echoes of their pleasure still lingering in the air. For a moment, neither of them spoke, their heavy breaths the only sound in the room.

Finally, Jimin broke the silence, his voice soft and filled with emotion. “I’m really sorry, Yoongi. For everything.”

Yoongi looked up at him, his eyes filled with tears. “I know. Me too, Jimin. Me too.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that despite the challenges ahead, they had each other. And in that moment, it was enough.

****

As the night deepen, they decided to rest on Jimin's room since the couch was too small for the two of them.

Yoongi felt a buzz inside Jimin's sweatpants. He wondered who could be texting him at this hour. He knew that he doesn't have the right to invade his privacy, but curiousity was killing him like a cat.

Looking at the sleeping man beside him, he carefully took the phone in his pocket; he accomplished. He says as greeted by a password as Yoongi scoffed, saying "easy." on his mind. He typed "1013" on the pin and it unlocked.

Yoongi, then swiped down to see the notification banner and he saw that there's a new message. He clicked it.

Taemin Come meet me quickly at the park.

His eyebrows furrowed, questions began to linger in his mind.

YouWhat park?

TaeminThe usual?

YouMeet me at Moon Café instead

Taemin Well, that's a first. Sure.

Yoongi quickly deletes all the messages and puts the phone back in Jimin's pocket. He slowly got out of Jimin's grip and exited the room.

As soon as he arrived at the shop that was just a 10-minute walk from Jimin's, he quickly found a seat to occupy as he waited for the person he had been talking to on Jimin's phone. He was really curious about them. He didn't know if it was a girl or a boy. But one thing was killing him: what if Jimin was in a relationship after all this time?

"Hello? I'm looking for Park Jimin? A person this tall..." Yoongi heard a man talking to the staff at the counter.

So it's a boy?

Yoongi got up from his seat and approached the boy who was describing Jimin. "H-Hello?" he said, tapping the boy on the shoulder as the other quickly turned around to meet his gaze.

"O-Oh? Yoongi?"

"How do you know my name?" Yoongi asked, feeling nervous.

"Of course, I know you. Are you with Jimin?"

"No, I kinda took his cellphone from him while he was asleep. I thought you were some girl he's with," he said, hanging his head low.

"Let's talk, shall we?"

*****

It was already 7:00 and Jimin woke up without Yoongi in his arms. Still confused, he had no choice but to get ready for school. And as soon as he was ready, he hopped in his car and called Taehyung.

"What's up, Baby J?"

"I need your help with something," he said and hung up.

Meanwhile, Jennie was just casually doing her makeup in the classroom. The door opened, revealing Yoongi with huge dark circles around his eyes. "Have you been doing marijuana, Yoongi? You look like shit today," she commented as the other just flopped himself in his seat, looking cold as hell.

Yoongi responded with a small "no," and Jennie just shrugged it off.

Class had already started, but there was no sign of Jimin or Taehyung in the classroom. Yoongi hadn't realized this since he was preoccupied with something that was really killing his mind.

As soon as all the classes were finished, Jennie jumped on Yoongi and said, "I know something's wrong with you. Let's talk about it on the rooftop, my smoking buddy." She ruffled his hair as the other could only sigh, letting Jennie pull him to the said place.

As soon as the rooftop door opened, he was greeted by Jimin, with Taehyung by his side, smiling at his friend. Jimin was wearing his casual clothes with a smile on his lips. Soon, Jennie and Taehyung left to give them some privacy.

"Yoongi..." Jimin said, approaching him with a hug. He opened a box revealing a shiny, gold necklace with a crescent moon pendant. He put it around Yoongi's neck as the other couldn't utter a sound.

"I know it's not much, Yoongi. Taehyung helped me get that for you since I wasn't sure what to buy as a perfect gift for you. You just deserve everything in the world, and I would pay millions and billions of dollars just to get the moon for you. But that's impossible, so I thought of buying this for you," he said, almost rapping out of nervousness since he had practiced his lines on the way there.

"In case you haven't realized, I-I love you, Yoongi. Will you be my boyfriend?"

"No," Yoongi said, his voice as cold as a December night, leaving Jimin stunned.

*****

Jimin promised himself not to smoke anymore, but the situation he was in right now made it fucking impossible.

First, it was waking up without Yoongi in his arms. Second, Yoongi rejected him. He was thinking about what went wrong. What happened? Doesn't Yoongi love him back? Was all this just a game for him?

He was hurt, really hurt. Being a seminarian and being his dad's servant was already too much for him. He had never loved like this before; he had never admired someone so deeply before. Ego crushed, pride went up.

He knew he had only known the boy for months, but it really hurt him. He couldn't think straight anymore. One thing he was sure of was to break all the laws and rules. He crushed the burning cigar with his hand and fished out his phone from his sweatpants.

"Dad, can we talk?"

****

He was at the top floor of the building as he sighed before entering. "Jimin? What's going on?"

"I've decided that I'm going to quit as a seminarian and I want to go abroad to finish my studies there," he said while sitting across from his dad's table.

His dad smirked and rested his chin on the back of his hand, looking at Jimin amusingly. "What do you mean you quit, boy? I want you to be a priest. Don't waste God's plans for you."

"His plans? Or your plans? I'm fucking done with you manipulating me. I have dreams to conquer. I have always wanted to be an engineer, and you're taking it away from me, Dad," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Well, the answer is no. Now get out of my face—"

"When I get out without you changing your mind, consider yourself without a son. I can't live my life with you trying to control me," Jimin said, pointing his finger at his dad.

He got up from his chair and headed to the door, but he stopped, still thinking his dad might change his mind. He looked at him, but his dad wasn't uttering a word at all. He scoffed at him, leaving the old man in his office.

****

Yoongi was groaning in his bed, very annoyed at his actions two days ago. Taemin had affected his feelings really badly. Flashbacks went through his mind again.

"If his dad finds out he's going out with a boy, he'd disown his son right away. Do you want Jimin to go back to being poor again, Yoongi?"

He shook his head, trying not to hear Taemin's voice replaying over and over again. Yoongi was worried for Jimin, of course he was; he loved that boy with all his heart!

He got up from his bed once again and decided to visit Jimin's place, just to apologize personally and explain the whole situation.

As he arrived, there were no lights in the house. Gates locked, windows locked, security cameras no longer blinking outside. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and decided to call Seokjin since he knew Jin knew everything.

As soon as the call was picked up, he was greeted by sniffles on the other line.

"A-Are you crying?"

"It's Jimin... h-he just decided to go to the States without telling us the whole reason!" Jin said, crying as he could hear Namjoon comforting him.

"What do you mean?"

"Jimin won't be coming back anymore, Yoongi."

After hearing Jin's statement, he felt like his world was crashing down.