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Jimin tries not to fret when he finds he can't pick a single article of clothing that looks good on him. It doesn't help that he doesn't have his full wardrobe to try on, relying solely on the clothes he's brought to stay over at the penthouse while Taehyung was away. In hindsight, he hadn't imagined that he and Yoongi would actually manage to agree on a date good enough for the both of them, so he tries not to grimace at his reflection in the guest room's mirror: light blue jeans and a blue sweater with 'Love Yourself written in cursive on it. He looks like he's just crawled out of bed.
Jeongguk is in the living room with Kyung, the sound of the television hearable through the walls. Jimin finds he and Jeongguk have been getting along quite fine for the last two days. He'd like a second opinion on his choice of clothes but he doesn't want to bother Jeongguk, who had already been kind enough to give him the night off without questioning.
As it is, Jimin just adjusts his bangs for the last time before sighing and picking his phone and wallet from the bedside table.
Walking into the living room Jimin finds Kyung in the playpen, pushed next to the sofa by Jeongguk, who switches his attention from the tv screen to his cell phone and to his son. And then to Jimin when he appears in the doorway.
Jimin shifts on his feet, biting his bottom lip and wondering if he should ask. "What do you think?" He ends up asking.
Jeongguk looks around as though looking for the person Jimin could be talking to that wasn't him. "Uh- What do you mean?"
"These clothes," Jimin gestures vaguely at himself, cocking his hip to the side to try and make himself more presentable. The small frown on Jeongguk's face when the alpha analyzes him says it all though.
"It's good," he answers, avoiding Jimin's gaze as he swipes down his cell phone, the background noise of Tony Stark being an asshole to someone on the television.
"Just... good?" Jimin tries. He hadn't told Jeongguk he had a date, so maybe what he means as good is 'good-to-stay-home-and-order-pizza-like-a-loser'.
Jeongguk grins slightly. "It depends. Are you going outdoors?"
Jimin snorts. "Yes, I intend to," Yoongi hadn't given away what he planned to do once Jimin stepped out of Jeongguk's penthouse, but he supposed the alpha wasn't bold enough to invite him over to his own apartment, "Like, on a date actually." He adds the last part as a second thought.
Jeongguk's eyebrows hitch up in surprise. "Ooh," he grins teasingly, "Yoongi is fast, hn."
Jimin blushes. He hadn't told Jeongguk Yoongi was the one he was going on a date with but he supposed Taehyung had made it obvious the day they met in the restaurant. "Not really, uh, actually we're just friends-"
Jeongguk laughs, putting his phone aside to go scoop Kyung up from the playpen. "Relax, Jimin," he moves to his bedroom, waving Jimin over to accompany him. "Let's pick out something better for you to wear."
Jimin frowns but follows after the singer. "Whoa, there's no need, really."
Jimin had never been in Jeongguk's and Taehyung's suite before and he finds it matches exactly what he'd imagined it to be: luxurious and spacious but also lived-in, a few toys from Kyung's collection on top of the bed haphazardly and, Jimin pauses, portraits posed on the vanity.
Jeongguk opens the wide door leading to what Jimin can only assume is their closet, a much narrower door probably leading to the bathroom at the other side.
"Taehyung has always had more clothes than he wears," Jeongguk says as he walks inside the closet with Kyung, "he keeps getting new ones from designers and stops wearing them when they become 'so last season'."
Jimin hums, pausing at the threshold to the closet and peering inside. Taehyung's side of the closet is hanging with clothes ranging from every color, sequins and suits and dresses and jackets, shoes of all sizes and colors, sneakers and high heels. Jeongguk moves to that part of the closet, filtering through the clothes with a thoughtful look on his face.
Jimin assumes the other side of the closet must be Jeongguk's, way less crowded and more organized, neutral colors being the most prominent. It matches their personalities, Jimin presumes.
"Here," Jeongguk holds up a black, long-sleeved shirt to Jimin's eye-level. "Try this one."
"Thanks," Jimin reaches out to take the shirt. Black is not really his color, but the shirt's material is unlike anything Jimin has ever owned before and it looks sexy, a horizontal stripe of see-through, skin-colored material around the waist that exposes Jimin's bellybutton.
"Whoa," Jimin says as he examines himself in the mirror. The shirts clings to his skin softly, a bit tighter around his stomach where Taehyung's waist must be tinier than Jimin's. He looks sexy. Jimin finds Jeongguk's gaze through the mirror and watches as the singer gives him a victorious smile, Kyung squirming and cooing in his arms.
"Much better, isn't it?" Jeongguk asks.
Jimin nods. "Yes, it is. Do you think Tae will mind?"
Jeongguk purses his lips, waving Jimin off. "He won't even notice it's not there anymore, trust me."
"Well, thanks," Jimin smiles, following Jeongguk as they exit the closet. He extends his gaze towards the vanity, where the picture frames are. He doesn't catch all of them, but one has Jeongguk with a new-born Kyung on his arms, eyes bloodshot and smiling enchantedly at the baby.
Jimin follows Jeongguk back to the living room, his phone vibrating in his pocket. It’s a message from Yoongi, saying he was waiting for Jimin in the building's lobby.
"I gotta go," Jimin says, putting his wallet in his pocket along with his phone as he turns to Jeongguk. "Will you be fine with Kyung?"
"I will, Jimin," Jeongguk smirks, "don't worry. You don't need to come back until tomorrow, in case you're wondering."
Jimin blushes to the tips of his hair. "I won't- that's not what I meant."
Jeongguk laughs. "Just go. Don't leave Yoongi waiting too long."
Jimin leaves before it gets any more embarrassing for him, checking his reflection in the elevator's mirrored walls. He spots Yoongi as soon as the doors slide open, flashing him a nervous smile as he walks up to him. He pretends he doesn't see the way Yoongi's gaze fixes itself to his body, the alpha quickly averting his eyes back up to Jimin once he approaches.
"Hey, looking good," he greets with a sly grin.
Jimin blushes, for a moment uncertain whether they should hug or something. They do neither, just standing next to each other while Yoongi leads the way towards the building's exit. "Thanks, you too."
Yoongi is in jeans and a black and red plaid button-up over a dark shirt, his beanie flattening his hair and leaving out the short ends of his bangs. "You don't need to lie," he quips.
Jimin laughs, "I'm not," he pauses when Yoongi pauses, standing on the sidewalk awkwardly. "So, where to?"
Yoongi scratches the back of his head, staring at one side of the street. "Yeah, to be honest I didn't really think this through. Would you like to, I don't know, catch a movie or something?"
Jimin loves movies, particularly the movie theatre. Still, it makes him blush that Yoongi suggests it because yes, Jimin had been to high-school and he knew what people on dates did in dark movie theatres. He should've popped that mint drop before leaving. "Sure, I mean, cool."
"Cool," Yoongi smirks, "let me call an uber."
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Turns out the movie theatre is crowded and they never get to buy the tickets as they all sell out while they stand in line. "Shit," Yoongi mutters under his breath, paying Jimin an apologetic glance, "I'm so sorry."
Jimin scratches the inside of his elbow. "It's no problem, really," even though he'd been excited to watch the new Spider-Man.
"Right, well, plan b then," Yoongi rests a hand on Jimin's waist. "Tell me, Jimin, how much do you like street food?"
Jimin holds back the growing smile on his face. "On a scale of one to ten?" he asks, to which Yoongi hums in assent, watching him intently, "eleven."
Yoongi smirks slyly, leading him outside of the movie theatre and away from all the people. "You're my kind of person."
It's a weekday but there's some sort of street fair not too far away from Jeongguk's building. Jimin had never visited that part of the city before, even less so at night, when colorful fairy lights dangle from the trees and street musicians perform their songs to the come and going crowd.
The weather is breezy and the news report had said something about a blizzard hitting the city later on, but right now Jimin feels warm under Yoongi's attentive gaze as the alpha buys them hot dogs, elbows on the counter as the vendor prepares their food. Yoongi is talking about his college work and how he's hating it so far. Jimin commiserates. He knows what it's like hating one subject in particular though he's pretty much happy with his major.
"And it's just tiresome," Yoongi huffs, taking the hot dog the vendor offers him and handing it to Jimin.
"That's pretty bad," Jimin comments. He doesn't want to give his input, which would go more or less along the lines of you should drop it and do something else you truly like, but at the same time it's not exactly his place.
Yoongi hums, thanking the vendor and taking his own hot dog. "Anyway, enough about me," he shoots Jimin a grin before taking a large bite of his hot dog. "What about you?" he asks with a mouth full of food. Jimin can't help but laugh at the scene, following after Yoongi as they tread slowly through the park.
"Me? Nothing about me," Jimin shrugs, examining his hot dog before biting. It does taste delicious. "I'm the most unexciting person in the world."
Yoongi lifts his eyebrows teasingly, "that can't be true."
Jimin smiles, accompanying Yoongi down the cobbled street. "I am normal, I think. Almost done with college, thank god. Oh," he pauses, "Jeongguk invited me to his dance practice and guess what: his choreographer thinks I have shot to intern at his company."
"Whoa," Yoongi's eyes widen, "Jimin, that's great. You'll be like, a fucking superstar."
Jimin knocks his shoulder against Yoongi's when the blond laughs at his own – poor – joke. "Shut up."
Yoongi laughs under his breath. "I'm sure you'll do great. You managed to charm the pants off of Jeongguk, that's not an everyday occurrence."
Jimin considers Yoongi's words for a moment, chewing. "He overestimates me."
Yoongi groans playfully. "I thought you said you weren't his fan."
"I am not," Jimin insists, "he's just," he shrugs, "not as bad as I thought?"
Yoongi licks one of his fingers, chancing Jimin a tiny inquisitive glance. "You thought he was bad in the first place?"
"I mean-"
"Hey, Yoongi!"
They both turn in the direction of the voice, finding a young man in his early twenties accompanied by a slimier one, arms intertwined. The taller of the two, who seems to be the one who'd recognized Yoongi strides up to them with a smile, pulling his companion – boyfriend, from the looks of it – along.
"Hey there, Chany," Yoongi greets with a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Man," this Chany guy says, patting Yoongi's back heavily, "how you doing?" He nods his head in Jimin's direction politely, the omega retributing the gesture awkwardly.
"Kinda busy with college shit," Yoongi says around his mouthful of hot dog. "This is Jimin by the way," he indicates with his head, "Jimin, this is Chanyeol. We... know each other."
Chanyeol lifts one eyebrow at Yoongi's lack of introduction skills, chuckling under his breath as he introduces the boy next to him as his boyfriend, Baekhyun. "I never saw you again since last time at that shady bar," Chanyeol tells Yoongi, "the guys have been asking after you."
"Ugh," Yoongi makes, shoulders sagging, "yeah, well, education comes first."
"Whatever, man, you're really good," Chanyeol continues, catching Jimin's curious gaze. "Yoongi here is a crazy rapper," he explains.
"What?" Jimin gaps, turning to Yoongi. He would have never told just by looking at him, but now that Jimin tries to envision it Yoongi does really look like he could be a cool underground rapper.
"It's not like that," Yoongi chokes on his hot dog, "he's exaggerating." He tells Jimin, rolling his eyes in Chanyeol's direction.
"He's not," it's Baekhyun who says this time, meeting Jimin's gaze, "Yoongi is really good. He's been running away from this guy who's trying to make him sign with a recorder."
Jimin's eyes widen, turning to look at Yoongi with newfound awe. What? Yoongi said he liked music but he never said he rapped or that there were actual people interested in having him signing. "For real?"
Yoongi shrugs, red dusting his cheeks as he avoids Jimin's gaze bashfully. "I just do it for fun."
Chanyeol rolls his eyes, "Right. Well, we'll be waiting for you next week then. Bet you won't have any 'college shit' to do during holidays, hn?" he teases.
"Fuck off," Yoongi mumbles to him, Chanyeol laughing out loud and saying his goodbyes as he pulls Baekhyun away.
They go back to walking aimlessly, but now Yoongi glances at Jimin and seems embarrassed. "I didn't know you were a rapper," Jimin begins, dumping his napkin in a public bin as they walk.
"Well," Yoongi shrugs, "you know how it is."
"Actually, I don't," Jimin chuckles, "why don't you explain it to me?"
Yoongi huffs amusedly, "It is," Yoongi kicks a stray pebble, "difficult. I've always liked music. When I was a teen I started listening to all those rappers, you know? And for the first time I just thought, I thought like I could actually do something. Something that I really wanted, that made me enjoy myself while at it."
"That's nice," Jimin inputs, "I feel the same way about dancing. My mom still thinks I'm just undecided. But the truth is that I can't see myself doing anything else."
Yoongi watches him with a slowly growing smile. "I think you can do anything you put your mind to, Jimin."
Jimin smiles bashfully, pushing closer to Yoongi's side. "And I think you can too."
Yoongi stops to throw his napkin away like Jimin had done, but when he returns he pulls Jimin closer by the waist, making the omega shiver and blush.
"I was kinda waiting for the doorstep moment to do this," Yoongi says, face less than one inch away from Jimin's, his warm breathing hitting Jimin's cold cheeks.
"To do what?" Jimin smirks, not at all surprised when Yoongi closes the gap between, planting a firm kiss on his lips.
Kissing Yoongi is better than Jimin imagined. There were some things he didn't take into account though, like the tight hold Yoongi keeps on his waist, the way he licks at Jimin's lips without an ounce of hesitation, seeming to give it all in a single kiss. Jimin holds him by the back of his neck, smiling to himself when Yoongi groans under his breath, moving his chapped lips against Jimin's softly.
"Oh," Jimin says when they pull apart, still not breaking their hold on each other. The kiss made Jimin dizzy in the sense that for a moment he wasn't thinking about his job, Jeongguk or Taehyung, the simple, carefree sensation of his toes tingling inside his shoes.
"Yeah," Yoongi drawls, chuckling as he rests his forehead's against Jimin's.
"I want to see you rapping next time," Jimin mutters, smiling wide when Yoongi frowns, throwing his head back with a painful groan. "Yes, I do. You have to take me. Promise me," he insists.
"I'm not that good," Yoongi ascertains, "that shit Chany was saying, that was just because he's an asshole and he's never seen a real rap battle before."
"Pretty please," Jimin juts his bottom lip out, not scared of sounding silly when Yoongi's just kissed him stupid in the middle of the street.
Yoongi gives a put-upon sigh, Jimin's grin increasing as Yoongi's hesitation seems to diminish. "Fine, but-"
Jimin doesn't let him finish, screeching and hugging Yoongi's neck to him. "But," Yoongi tries again, rubbing both his thumbs over Jimin's red cheeks to make him pull away, "but only if you give me another one of those kisses."