Banana cocktail

“This is fucked up, Taehyung, the most outspoken fuck in my life,” Jimin has been at his friend's house for three hours now, to Jungkook’s displeased cries, because it's like his apartment, but Park doesn't give a damn about this fact. The teacher is just lying on his friend's lap, and his friend is running his fingers through his blond locks. “Well, have you talked to him?” Taehyung looks down at Jimin, who is almost whimpering with frustration. “Yes, it's useless!” Pak throws up his hands and accidentally hits his friend's face. “Fuck!” Taehyung hisses and immediately pushes Jimin off his feet. “Tae, what happened?” Jungkook comes running from the kitchen to answer the marriage call. He immediately goes up to Kim and looks at his boyfriend, analyzing with his eyes what happened. “It's okay, Kook,” Taehyung smiles warmly at the younger. “And you,” Taehyung turns to Jimin, who is already ready to defend himself with his hands from the attacks of his, by the way, best friend, “go ahead, damn it. How would I know the answer to that question? Ask him directly!” That's how Jimin ended up outside at -17 degrees. It doesn't seem to be freezing, but the wind is howling fiercely, climbing under his jacket, which makes Park shiver even more and wrap himself in a scarf. He looks like a penguin now. He's just as small and helpless, and in some ways even useless. And that's what to do now? Jimin, after that night, he couldn't even imagine that things would turn out this way. He and Yoongi have been together for seven months now. And everything is fine, and that scares Jimin a lot. Min turned out to be very gentle and affectionate, but only when Park was around. At work, by the way, Jimin decided not to write on his own, he is just as cold and rude to everyone. But once you cross the house line, Yoongi turns white and fluffy. Everything seems to Jimin to be untrue. Well, it doesn't feel so good. Park has been looking for a trick all these seven months. Maybe Yoongi got into an argument or messed up drunkenly, and now he's putting up with Jimin, well, because we're responsible for those we've tamed. His heart whines mercilessly from such thoughts, because Jimin is not just in love, he loves, with all his heart loves one blond man with a fox-shaped slit in his eyes, his main star in life. Yoongi has said more than once that he loves Jimin too, but why does everything seem like a dream? Park just doesn't believe in what someone might need, and his friend even kicked him out. And Yoongi? What about Yoongi? Jimin doesn't know himself. There are already a lot of thoughts in his head, they are tangled up like a ball, and Park is unable to unwind it. And why did Jimin walk all the way to Taehyung? Although it was much warmer a couple of hours ago than it is now. And snowfall to boot. Wonderful Jimin, just fantastic. It takes Park half an hour to get home. Hair, eyelashes, jacket, all covered in snow. It's like Jimin doesn't live in Seoul, but at the North Pole. Who knew it could be so cold in the capital? Park gets to the apartment, turns the key twice and enters the house. To Yoongi's apartment, where he moved after a month of their relationship. The smell of something delicious immediately hits the nose. Yoongi is at home. “I'm home,” the younger one announces his arrival, as always. While Jimin was undressing, he didn't notice how Yoongi was pressed against the wall with his shoulder. Min stood with a slight smile on his face. Lovely home, which means everything else is not important, even the chicken in the oven seems ready to wait. Jimin almost jumps in fear when Min hugs his waist from behind. “Hi,” Min whispers in my ear and kisses my neck somewhere. All these gestures give Puck goosebumps. “You took a long time,” Yoongi releases Park from his arms and Park turns to face him. “Sorry, we stayed a little late.” “Four hours?” Jimin sighs tiredly and somehow irritably. “Yes,” Park answers sharply and passes by. Yoongi looks after Jimin and doesn't understand why he got such rudeness. Min turns off the light in the hallway and follows the younger one. “Jimin, is something wrong?” Yoongi stands in front of Park, who is sitting on the couch in front of the TV. But Jimin successfully ignores him. “Park Jimin,” Yoongi says more sternly. Jimin just glances at him and returns his attention to the TV. “Huh, great. Let's be quiet,” Yoongi turns off the oven and goes into the room. So they stayed apart. Jimin slept that night on the couch in the living room, and Yoongi on their bed in the room. Park noticed that it was uncomfortable, cold and lonely without Min, but he did not come to the bedroom. Yoongi didn't find Jimin in the morning, just a note that said, "I won't be here for a couple of days, don't call or text me." Yoongi, to be honest, didn't expect such a rush. Of course, the first thing I wanted to do was find Park, but where to look? He rents out his apartment, he definitely won't go there. Taehyung's? Definitely not, Jungkook would have called right away and asked to pick him up. Min decides not to look for him anyway, not because he doesn't want to or doesn't like him, but because something happened to Jimin and he clearly needs to think, preferably alone, and he's a big boy, he can handle difficulties on his own.

***

“Jimin, are you aware that running away is childish?” Taehyung frowns, amazed at his friend's action. “What was I supposed to do?” “Talk?” “It's useless.” “It's useless,” they both reply in unison. Jimin looks at his friend in surprise, that's how they synchronized, of course. “Jimin, do you even think about Yoongi with a single cell of your brain?” Taehyung looks at his friend with displeasure. “Yoongi loves you to the point of losing his memory, he does everything for you. And you?” “What about me?” “Oh, my God. Why do you always find talking to him useless? If you care about something, you should always discuss it with Yoongi, otherwise what kind of relationship is it?” Park is pouting like a child. “You haven't been home for three days. You turned off your phone. Are you even aware that Yoongi is freaking out there? He calls Jungkook every day and asks if we've seen you. And we don't even have a clue where you're staying. You come to us like this, without warning,” Jimin just mumbles something unintelligible in response. “When did you become like this?” “I see,” Jimin chuckled. “Come on, bro.” It's New Year's Eve, literally a week from now, and Jimin is alone in a hotel room. It's not good to sleep alone, Park only falls asleep in the morning, because Yoongi is not there to hug him gently, hold him close and warm him. Jimin misses him, very much, but the demons inside are running wild and are not going to calm down. Why did Jimin do that? Because he doesn't believe in all this. Yoongi doesn't believe it, and neither does Taehyung. He lives like in a fairy tale, he has everything. And friends, and a boyfriend. But none of this fits in Jimin's head. It's all wrong somehow. Park thinks they're all pretending and lying to him about their feelings, especially Yoongi. He left to be alone, to sort himself out and understand himself. But he hasn't been able to do anything for the sixth day. He lies like a seal in the arms of sadness and longing. He doesn't understand himself, sometimes he scolds himself for leaving, but there was no other choice. And when the money for booking a room runs out, Jimin doesn't know what to do. He's been walking around the city all day, warming himself in the shops. But in the evening everything is already closed, there is nowhere to go. Taehyung won't let him in, Park thinks, he'll send him straight home. Therefore, there is nothing left but to go home. Well, not really home, but rather under the house. Jimin settles down on a bench near his entrance and wraps himself in a jacket. The frost has hit in earnest today. Minus 25 shows the application and how evil the phone turns off from such a cold. Fantastic, there's no other way to say it. The light in the apartment is on, which means Yoongi is at home. Park has been sitting for the second hour. His feet are so cold that Jimin is afraid to get up, what if he falls? The cold penetrates the body. I want to go home, but Yoongi is there, so Park puts his wish-list far away and continues to sit peacefully. About fifteen minutes later, the entrance door opens. “Jimin?” Park can already hear his native voice through the cotton wool. “Oh, my God. How long have you been sitting here?” Jimin doesn't respond to words or touch because he can't. He's frozen so much that he can't move anymore. “Jimin, my God. Why didn't you come home?” There's excitement in Yoongi's voice and no anger, he's really worried about Park. Min realizes that Jimin won't be able to walk on his own, so he hoists him onto his back and carries him home under a quiet mat. Yoongi barely opens the apartment. He carries Jimin into the room, strips him down to his underpants and covers him with a warm blanket. His fingers were already blue. Min hurries to make him hot tea with honey and a basin of mustard powder. Jimin is still silent. “Jimin, why did you leave?” Yoongi couldn't do anything all these days. He was so sick and lonely that he slept with kumamon in his arms, but no one and nothing can replace his beloved Pak. “I, I don't believe,” Jimin finally speaks up. Hoarse and uncertain. Yoongi immediately takes his hand in his and squeezes the still cold fingers lightly. “What don't you believe in?” Min looks into his eyes and does not understand what he is talking about. “Into my life,” Jimin continues quietly. “In your love,” Park looks at Min. He's waiting for a violent reaction, waiting for Yoongi to kick him out because Jimin was always being chased everywhere. “When I was ten, my parents got rid of me and gave me to my grandmother. She only pretended to love me,” Jimin looks away wistfully. Yoongi's heart started pounding. He's hurting for Jimin. When your family doesn't love you, and even more so when they pretend to. You'll never forget that. And Jimin couldn't. “Jimin~ah...” Yoongi drawled and sat closer. “I'm not your relative. I'm not with you because we slept together after the club. I love you, Jimin. That's why I'm always worried about you, that's why I'm living and sitting with you right now. When you come home, I feel warm inside. I don't need anyone else but you.” Yoongi pulls Jimin towards him and hugs him tightly. “And don't even doubt that I love you,” Park just mumbled in response. But Jimin understood the main thing. What happened in the past remains there. Not all people are bad, not everyone wishes him harm, but especially those who truly love him. Park, of course, was berating himself deep down for making Yoongi worry about him all these days.

***

“Remind me, why didn't you want to celebrate with Taehyung and Jungkook?” Yoongi sits down next to him and pats Jimin's knee, he loves it. Puck just sighs in response. “Jungkook is already tired of me, and Taehyung wants to be alone with him,” Jimin looks ambiguously at Yoongi and smiles sweetly. “And I want to be alone with you,” Park has lust in his eyes, Yoongi knows this is his "being alone with you. “Huh,” Min smiles easily, “I can easily arrange that for you. Let's get to the table, the chimes are coming soon.” New Year is a special holiday. Old memories are being replaced by new ones. You get to know people, make friends, and all this awaits each of us in the new year. Of course, it's worth waiting for problems, but when you have family and loved ones next to you, does it really matter? “Three, two, one!” the chiming clock means the arrival of a new year, new adventures and sensations. Yoongi pulls Jimin to his waist and hungrily bites into his lips. “How you celebrate the New Year is how you spend it,” Min whispers, pulling away, and then kisses him again. Jimin responds readily. Yoongi became the most important person in his life. Want to fight for him, want to protect him, want to love Yoongi. “And I want to spend it with you,” Yoongi says, already looking into his most beloved eyes. Park smiles warmly and hugs Min. He breathes into his neck and bites him lightly. “And I want to meet him in bed with you right now,” Jimin declares. Yoongi wants it too. Very strongly. Min takes the glass of unopened champagne from Jimin and puts it on the table next to his own, after which he hugs Park to himself and lifts his chin with his fingers and pulls him into a kiss. Jimin's legs are giving out. It's always like the first time with Yoongi. Only he can give such amazing sensations, only he can kiss until his knees tremble, and Jimin will never give up on it. Yes, quarrels are possible, but this is normal. Now that Jimin has learned how to talk to Yoongi, no quarrel will cause a rift in their relationship. Min kisses deeper, thrusting his tongue into Jimin's parted lips. Park moans from such penetration and squeezes Min's black shirt. Yoongi grabs the guy by the hips and carries him into the bedroom. Yoongi gently lays Park down on the bed and enjoys the beautiful brown eyes in which the whole cosmos is open to him. And Yoongi wants to dive headfirst into it, preferably forever. The guy slides his hands over Jimin's shirt and slowly unbuttons all the buttons, this is such a punishment for Jimin, there was nothing to escape. Park helps Yoongi take off his shirt, and handles the trousers himself. Jimin's body is too beautiful, Yoongi immediately puts his lips to the younger's neck, kisses his tender skin, sucks and bites a little, after which he leaves a crimson trail in the most visible place. Let everyone know that this boy is busy. Jimin moans under his beloved lips that have reached his stomach, and the tips of his cold fingers count his ribs. Jimin gets an electric shock from these touches. I always want to feel those lips and tongue on my body, no matter where or when. In one motion, Yoongi takes off his shirt over the top and gets rid of the pants that hold back the stone boner. Min fingers his way to the edge of the boxers and pulls them down, releasing the throbbing cock of the younger. Yoongi kisses the inside of her thighs and traces a wet path to her navel with her tongue. Jimin is already exhausted and quietly whimpering under the elder. Min takes Jimin's cock and starts moving his hand up and down, causing a flock of goosebumps in the younger. Too good, too sweet. Yoongi touches the pink head with the tip of his tongue and runs it along its entire length. Jimin arches at the small of his back, moving towards the meeting. Yoongi smiles and takes half of the flesh in his mouth. He moves smoothly, letting Jimin cum for the first time that night. Yoongi does not forget about his tongue and runs it over each protruding wreath, swallows deeper. Jimin is numbly pleased to feel the warmth of someone else's mouth, Yoongi does just an excellent blowjob. Min pulls his cock out of his mouth and, licking the head one last time, falls on Jimin's lips. He kisses her long and deeply, just like the very first time. And with Jimin, it's like the first time. Yoongi pulls away from the sweet lips and takes off his boxers. Enough of the foreplay. Min takes a lubricant and a condom from the locker. He puts lube on her fingers and warms them up. He puts one finger to the ring of muscles and enters one phalanx. Jimin is narrow and wet inside, which blows Yoongi's mind. He pats the younger's waist and enters completely, Jimin is already starting to tremble. He wants it too much. Yoongi inserts a second finger and begins to stretch Park more thoroughly. Jimin groans back, not at all shy about the neighbors, they don't give a shit about them right now. Min carefully inserts the last finger and Park bites the edge of his palm, of course it hurts, but when Yoongi kisses his neck like that, this pain can be tolerated for at least forever. “Yoongi, please fuck me already,” Jimin begs, because he can't stand it anymore. Yoongi kisses Park's chest and pulls out his fingers, quickly pulls the condom out of the wrapper and rolls it over his own cock. He puts the head to the entrance and presses lightly. Jimin is already shouting with all his appearance that he is ready and Yoongi enters at once to the full length. He doesn't move, lets him get used to it again, kisses Jimin on the lips, biting the bottom one, and then licks the bite. After a minute, Min starts moving slowly, Jimin moans so sweetly, Yoongi feels like he's forgotten how to breathe. Min makes a few more small thrusts, and then moves on to rougher and more sweeping ones. Both of them lose their breath, Yoongi throws his head back and thrusts into Jimin harder, fucking the younger into the mattress. Park is like an angel who belongs entirely to Yoongi. Park cums quickly and without hesitation on his stomach. Yoongi literally growls when he pours himself out. He hadn't had such an amazing orgasm in a long time. Min pulls off the condom, ties it, and throws it on the floor. He falls down next to Jimin, hot and sweaty, and pulls him to his waist. He kisses her neck gently and breathes, burning with her breath. “Happy New Year, Jimin.” “Happy New Year, Yoongi.” They will both remember this New Year for a very long time.