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“ Are you okay? ”

Yoongi breathes hard, “ Fuck– yeah, I’m okay ” he announces to his team through the radio, “ I’m sorry guys, I’m sorry. ”. He takes the steering wheel out of its place, putting it on top of the car as he struggles to get out. The damage is not that bad, but he broke the front wing and the left tire is completely gone, hopefully they don’t have to change the gearbox as well– that would be awful. He puts the steering wheel back to its place now, as the rules say. 

It doesn’t take much for the steward to come pick his car up with a crane, but Yoongi stays there to watch it all. He really needs to get his shit together because he’s tired of things like this happening; it’s happening way too often and he can’t make mistakes right now; he can’t give them- him - another reason to write and ask inconvenient things.

Reporters do their jobs but it’s not cool when their job is to tear Yoongi apart with teasing questions and witty remarks. He can take it all, he has been trained for it but when it comes to Park Jimin– he always knows what strings to pull to make Yoongi go crazy. He really can’t make any more mistakes, or Park Jimin will eat him alive. And with that thought in mind, he walks (he really needs to shake the adrenaline off, so walk it is) to the pit where he knows he’ll have to talk with his team to understand what went wrong but mostly to prepare for the interviews, especially Park Jimin’s.

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There is nothing that excites Jimin more than sliding his badge through the recognition system of the paddock. It’s a Thursday morning, chilly but there’s a shy sun peaking through the many clouds of the first race of the season that makes Jimin break into a smile. The paddock is a long walk where every team of Formula 1 has its base; Jimin is always fascinated by it, by how many people walk around it, how many people make it function.

But right now Jimin has another reason to be as giddy as he is, as it’s his first season as an official motorsport reporter and not just as an apprentice anymore. 

He remembers graduating from college with a dream and he did everything possible to be able to pursue it, to become a journalist. He has always been a bit too passionate about it; his mother always told him that he would end up in trouble for his nosy nose, always picking up and writing about things he shouldn’t- even in college, he and a few of his friend created an online journal, calling out the college failing system, dropping name after name. 

Jimin wasn’t afraid of putting his own name under every article he wrote, he was top of his class, he had been class president and he was the voice of the students. He knows what it means to be on the field and ask inconvenient questions, he likes and thrives for it. He has never been one to give less than one hundred percent of himself in the things he does. 

And he wasn’t a single bit shameful when he barged into Racing Point headquarter demanding for an interview there on the spot. RP is the most famous magazine about motorsports, especially Formula 1- another great passion of his. He desperately wanted to be a journalist, better if one that could talk about racing cars. His mother was at least happy that he decided to write about them and not race in them. 

But Jimin’s passion is specific, he doesn’t care in the slightest about Porsche’s races, or about Indy car races. 

He loves Formula 1’s races, he loves to see the cars speeding and he loves to get passionate about strategy and tactics; every Sunday he would watch the race with his father, sitting on their burgundy couch, yelling at the tv whenever a team would make a shitty decision. 

Every team has its own strategy, they could differ or be very similar; Jimin loves to analyze why one was better and why they won against the others. He practiced writing up questions he would have asked the driver after every race, and he made-up some answers to practice writing articles as well. Staying home almost every Sunday is a dear memory for him, the time he spent with his father and the concerned look his mom would send their way whenever something they didn’t agree on happened. 

Jimin thinks his mom still has some of his first attempts at writing an article hidden at home (hidden because Jimin would burn them if he ever gets them). His works were mediocre at best, but he had fun. Now, now , Jimin could do it for real and he knew he was very far from being mediocre. That was when he was younger, and he wasn’t satisfied with what he came up with, but now it’s a whole different story; Jimin knows he’s good and he knows he has captured everyone's attention. He is a journalist that people don’t want around their business. The ding sound that signaled the system recognized him as a journalist allowed to walk in and about the paddock only confirmed it: he is a journalist. 

“I can’t believe this is real.” He whispers to himself looking around, amazed. “Stop showing emotions, it makes you look human.” A sweet, soft voice says to his right ear as she slides her arms to hang on him. Another ding sound follows as Choi Hyeji is permitted on to the paddock as well. She is Jimin’s boss but mostly she is his friend. They met on the day he barged in Racing Point, and she had been there to interview him after Jimin had shot his shot. Of course, he hit the target right in the heart but that’s not the point. 

The point is that she was impressed, and she decided that Jimin would assist her during his period of trial. She’s an excellence in the field; graduated with top marks just like Jimin and is so smart and capable that she became the boss of the Formula 1 section of the RP magazine. Jimin has read all of her articles religiously, admiring her wittiness and her knowledge about the driving world. 

They soon became so acquainted, Jimin thought of her like the big sister he never had, “The day I’ll get rid of you, will be a good one.” he teases.

“Not if I fire you first.” she jokes, “But you’re lucky because you’re all alone today, I’m tired of following you around to see if you’re doing a good job.” Hyeji has always been his greatest supporter, she has loved Jimin’s pen since she landed eyes on some of his old school articles (even if Jimin thought nothing much of those). She has been mesmerized by something Jimin has always considered not enough. “Everyone knows you will, so I’ll go do my job. Alone- don’t follow me.” 

Jimin rolls his eyes, but he shakes his head fondly. Hyeji has been mentoring him- even though she's only two years older, but she is the best at RP and reading her article Jimin thought he had to make the most of everything she wanted to pass on to him, because it wasn’t an every day opportunity to learn from the best. Jimin was quick and Hyeji understood it on the first day, she never treated him like he didn’t know how to do things. She assigned him to write articles, to ask himself and people the right question but most importantly she never once discouraged Jimin’s curiosity. It’s a dangerous thing but keep it alive as much as you can ; Jimin was this close to tattooing those words on his forehead. 

It was the first time that someone understood his need to have the clearest picture, to never let anything slide and always look for the tiniest details. Hyeji always did and that’s why Jimin looked up at her, trying to learn as much as he could. She doesn’t let anything slide, she had to work twice as hard as Jimin will ever in all his life to get to where she is. But Jimin knows that under her wings there won’t be any mistreatment. “Oh, trust me, I won’t- seeing you flirting with that racer one time was enough.” He fakes gags, making her laugh but also gaining a smack on the back of his head. 

“Be respectful of your elders.” 

“Of course, no- but hurry up, you don’t want to make her wait, don’t you?” Jimin teases, dodging another possible smack. He puts his tongue out and jog to save his life away from Hyeji, “Call me when you’re done!” she yells in Korean, Jimin nods his head as he walks away. He smiles to himself- he has been so lucky not only to find her, but to find her speaking korean, the only other Korean-speaking person working for Racing Point . 

The magazine he works for is not Korean, it’s a European one, the headquarter is situated in London where his parents brought him when he was twelve. They would speak Korean to him at home, but living in London helped Jimin master his English, the language he’d have to switch to throughout the day. 

He doesn’t live with his parents anymore; they went back to Busan when they retired but Jimin knew he couldn’t follow them if he wanted to reach his goal. In Korea Formula 1 is not as famous as it is around the world, and Jimin needed chances. 

He walks through the Paddock enjoying the chilly weather of March that Bahrain offers today. They have been luck-struck because it’s usually way hotter than this, but Jimin doesn’t whine, he doesn’t particularly like hot weather (unless he’s laying down with sand between his toes, and the sea a few meters from him). This is perfect and he starts eyeing all the team’s buildings, their representative colors showing one after the other, but Jimin pays it no mind, because he’s headed to the journalist building. It’s not as fancy, the sign on it black with “Press” written in white letters but that’s where he has always dreamed to be. 

He thinks about what Hyeji must be doing right now, she’s probably watching the women's race, Formula 1 but for women only. She has taken an interest in that, saying the classic Formula 1 was starting to get boring, but Jimin knew it was all bullshit- she has taken an interest in one of them, and it seems to be mutual but she’s not ready to admit it yet. “I am the boss, and no one can cover women's races better than me, a woman.” 

“No shit Sherlock, I would have never thought,” Jimin jokes, dodging a possible smack in the head , “whatever makes you sleep at night.” 

He remembers calling her out one time, Jimin has never seen a flirtier interview in his life as he was reviewing the question Hyeji asked, and the answer Rebecca Rosetti gave her. He pointed it out, but she said it’s only her way to handle things, bullshit again. 

But Jimin will let it slide, he knows she’ll come around. He only hopes things will turn out for the better, but he also knows she’s a professional and that she won’t let anything ruin her work; hence why she asked Jimin to review the interview and ease down the flirting to make it look like a normal interview. Thank God it wasn’t a live interview but something for an article.

He pushes the heavy glass door open of the press building and he stops and stares- the entrance is a big square filled with tables, vending and coffee machines all lined up to the farthest wall. It’s not as full as Jimin thought it would be but it’s only Thursday morning, the drivers won’t arrive until after lunch for the first round of free practice sessions (to try the car on track and see how they perform) and most of the journalists don’t bother at all to come early, some of them even skip the day of the free practice. But not Jimin.

Last year it was his first year on the field, he entered the paddock with fake confidence, and he could mask moments of insecurity behind Hyeji because he was just a rookie, and he was supposed to watch to learn. But soon Hyeji started assigning him things to do, he had drivers to interview and had to point out if something didn’t seem right. 

Hyeji helped Jimin make his name, and he knows it worked because the few eyes present in the room turn to look at him. Hyeji let him write articles, signing them with his name and Jimin had always struck to kill, and he did. His article quickly became a hot topic, causing teams and drivers to be way more careful with their answers to him. 

That’s why Jimin was thrown into the wolf den immediately this year, he has proved himself and Hyeji was sure that he was ready, that he could do it. She didn’t even let him have the chance to think that he wouldn’t be able to: “I’ve never seen a talent like you, maybe only me. Don’t let it get to your head and do a good job next year. ” 

And now the real game is about to start. He loves being respected, and no one ever did last year because he was just a rookie, he’s just going to write cheap shit or gossip he heard in the Press building while he was writing up an article Hyeji told him to do- but oh boy, Jimin couldn’t care any less writing about gossip. He started this job because he knows gossip is the fuel of everyone (it’s entertaining, he also really wants to know what happens between a racer conquering another’s racer’s girlfriend- mind him), but he also knows that fishing out what everyone doesn’t want to have out in the open is way funnier for him. “ If you’re so concerned about what I’ll write, maybe what you write is not so relevant.” Jimin said and he has a fond memory of how red the other journalist became, he doesn’t even remember his name to be honest. 

He ignores all the stares coming his way, he has work to do. He must look at how the testing before the start of the season went. For the fans Formula 1 happens for about nine months, that’s the time it takes to run all the races up the calendar, but for the teams and drivers it actually never stops: they constantly work on the car and on themselves. When there’s no races, the teams work to perfect the racing cars and they also need to test, the result of said work, out at some point. That is done a week or two weeks before the first ever race of the season. 

Jimin needs to check how it went, which team was not satisfied with the car they created and make their life a living hell if Sunday's race has a bad outcome. And Jimin is good at reading datas, he and his father would look them up themselves to have a first idea of how the season might go and they bet on the winner at that moment. Jimin was usually right (of course!). But that wasn’t enough, now he has studied to be able to do what he does best, he didn’t cry on his math and statistics exam for nothing. 

And he is good at it, he knows it. Jimin feels confident in his skin because he knows exactly what he needs to do: he doesn't care to ask silly questions; he knows what he has to ask and it’s the most uncomfortable question he can come up with. He needs to surprise and not let anything slide. He needs to prove himself but mostly, he wants to do a good job. 

So, he slides in a table near the glassed wall, where he can look outside and try to spot personalities he recognizes. Before he startx working though, he gets up to make himself a latte and take something to eat, a chocolate muffin (because mind him, carbs make him brilliant). As soon as he turns on his laptop and starts looking at the videos and data released by the teams he gets caught up in his work and his loyal notepad is quickly getting filled with all the information he can gather, organized by team:

H Power

-data look good; car tested with both drivers on track

-faster than any other team so far

-one cars seem to perform better than the other; is it the car or the racer?

OmegaS

-no grip with any kind of tires

-two rookies? crazy

-is that even allowed?

AlphaK 

-cars performs well; Min Yoongi weirdly has good data, Kim Seokjin too

-they are fast, might compete against H Power 

-so many sponsors? how? why?

K-One

-cars are good 

-pace is good but could be better

-might not win this year

He’ll have to compare his notes with the first race’s result, but he is excited about it, and to see what the outcome will be. Last year he caused chaos among teams, especially for the OmegaS, Tauros and AlphaK. Some of them just performed terribly but the AlphaK, he really went hard on them, and he doesn’t plan on doing any less this year. 

They signed a contract with Min Yoongi last year. Albeit late, he was 25- and for the industry that was five to ten years away from retirement- and was declared to be the future, the next driver that would become World Champion. Jimin doesn’t understand why they sang his name in glory when he was just a rookie and he wrote about it, proving that he was right. Min Yoongi wasn’t a good driver, mediocre at best. He spent more time crashing against the barrier than crossing the finish line. 

Jimin was bewildered by all the attention the driver was getting, good attention and to Jimin it was nonsense. How could someone performing so badly have that kind of positive feedback from the sport community? And from the sponsors? Louis Vuitton? Many drivers found their contract canceled for way less. 

There was one thing that Jimin firmly believed, because he had seen it with his own two eyes: money won’t be thrown where there’s failure, and Min Yoongi was proving to be one. Jimin had so much fun interviewing him last year, after Hyeji gave him permission to do things his way. Min Yoongi was the only one who couldn’t keep his stoic face with Jimin, probably years and years of interview prep did nothing to him when it was Jimin doing it. 

Jimin found immense pleasure in it, knowing that he could break Yoongi’s stoic and composed demeanor with just a few questions. But last year he was kept on a leash, because he knew that the liberty and freedom Hyeji gave him wasn’t unlimited. Now Jimin was on his own and he planned on doing his best. 

By the test data, Min Yoongi seemed to be doing good, but the race result will determine how Jimin will approach him. 

He can’t hide the fact that he’s quite excited, he has loved seeing the man, older than him by two years, getting flustered by his question. Yoongi was clearly in difficulties with Jimin- they were both rookies and they had both to prove themselves, but Jimin had the upper hand, and he had no intention of letting go. Jimin loved to write about Yoongi and every week or two put out an article that stated only facts. And that was that Min Yoongi wasn’t at all like everyone was depicting him to be. 

Min Yoongi, the next World Champion

It’s not going to take long before Min Yoongi will become World Champion

AlphaK is finally on track again thanks to Min Yoongi

That, well… was all bullshit. Saying they were on track again was a bit of a euphemism to Jimin. It was better to say they were off the track, Min Yoongi’s love for crashing was quite evident. But Jimin’s job would be to make everyone aware of that, no matter how much time he had to spend doing it. He loves to write the truth anyway so-

He keeps working and taking notes and in no time the free practice session starts. Formula 1 does at least three free practice sessions, where all the cars can go on track and experiment and feel the circuit. 

Jimin moves from where the Press building is to go sit in the VIP section, to watch everything from above. He doesn’t need to crowd the pit, where the cars are before going on track, where they get their tires changed and the mechanics work. Other journalists tend to do it, Hyeji does it too, because they said that’s the best place to be where information comes faster but Jimin doesn’t believe so. When he’s reporting, of course he’ll be down there because he will have to talk directly and immediately with the racers, get their rawest reaction, but when he needs to write articles, he likes to watch it from above. 

He’ll get all he needs by watching the practice session, on Sunday he will make the best of the time he spent watching them. Last year he followed Hyeji's leadership, but now it is time to do things his way- while still incorporating the things he has learned from Hyeji. Jimin has always been a fast learner and he has the chance to prove it now. 

When the day is over, he’s overly satisfied, who he thought would perform well did and who he thought would show to have a major problem did that as well. Min Yoongi didn’t fit in any category so far, Jimin knows it’s soon to talk, and he needs at least Sunday to see how he will race for real. During practice sessions the driver tends to test the car, but they never bring it to their limits because if something happens then it might cost money for the repair but also it will not look good in the slightest for anyone. Crashing during a FP is kind of embarrassing. 

So, Jimin walks to leave the paddock, his notepad in his bag with his pc. The sunset is nice in Bahrain, tinting the sky with orange and pinkish hues, and he loves that he gets to see so many different places with his job, and learn about different cultures and different habits. He’s checking Hyeji’s text on his phone when a movement catches his attention, he raises his head and he sees Min Yoongi walking past him, a black baseball cap with his car’s number (‘93’) on it decorated with the team’s color- red, white, and black. He’s talking with his teammate, Kim Seokjin, who probably catches Jimin looking at them. He turns around and bows to him, Min Yoongi follows Seokjin gaze and when it lands on Jimin, it’s blank. Not that he was thinking it would be any different. “Park Jimin.” comes from Seokjin and Jimin bows to him, Yoongi still watching silently. 

“Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi-“Jimin starts, catching up to where they are. He has interviewed them both and Seokjin has always been a pleasure to interview, funny, smart and Jimin wasn’t even that harsh with him because contrary to Min Yoongi he performs well. There’s also the need to say that he’s the CEO’s team’s son, but Jimin has to give him credit that he never gloats about it, he seems quite humble and he proved time and time again that the two championships he won were for his own worth. “Nice first start, wasn’t it?” he asks in a casual tone, but it makes Seokjin chuckle. “If you’re hoping to get information out of us, you’re not going to be lucky.” 

“Oh no, -“ Jimin laughs, “I don’t need to.” 

That makes Seokjin laugh hard, loud and bright, amused but it also makes Yoongi scoff. And the sound of it makes Jimin feel quite satisfied but also, “Something to say?” he prompts and Yoongi moves his tongue inside his mouth, clicking it to the side. “So it can be used against me? No, thank you.” He loves getting on the man’s nerves because it seems to be so easy for him. “I didn’t even start and you’re already mad at me.” Jimin makes him notice and Yoongi’s eyes flare up but Seokjin takes control of the situation. “One day I’ll put you two together in a room to see who comes out of it alive.” he jokes and Jimin chuckles. Yoongi has the reputation to be stoic during interviews, no one has ever been able to get to him like Jimin has done. It has already happened more than once that Yoongi walked away without answering (which to Jimin was enough of an answer) and times where he visibly lost his focus on how to properly deal with reporters. 

With another journalist Yoongi is a gentleman, he knows how to play his cards and he knows how to stay in the game, saying what he knows won’t lead to any more difficult question. But Jimin—

“Min Yoongi, today’s race was quite disappointing, do you agree?” Jimin pushed the microphone directly to Yoongi’s mouth, pink just like his cheeks. The driver came to the interview area right after his crash. “Yeah, it was. I’m sorry to the team for that.” 

Jimin hummed, “It’s starting to become a habit, how are you planning on avoiding doing that again?” 

Yoongi’s eyebrow spasm, and Jimin would love to smile but he will only do it internally. “I still have to find a good feeling with the car, but me and the team are working on it relentlessly.” The older explained, his skin glistening from sweat and some trickle of it falling down his temple. He takes his hat off and pushes back his silver hair, putting it back on. “So, you’re saying it’s the car’s fault?” 

“No, I am saying I’m having trouble getting used to the car.” 

Jimin hums again, “But your teammate, Kim Seokjin, seems to do well, he doesn’t lament any problem.” Jimin says but he doesn’t give Yoongi time to answer, “But now it’s the seventh race, and you only crossed the finish line twice, Kim Seokjin all of them. Are you implying there’s a different treatment?” 

“Do you really need me for this interview? Because you don’t seem to listen to what I say.” 

And with that Jimin managed to make him lose his temper, every other outlet spoke about it and Jimin became the center of the gossip he doesn’t like to write. He didn’t relent though, and everyone knows that he and Yoongi don’t like each other. He’s not surprised the man scoffed. “You’re right, you do a pretty good job.” Seokjin says as nudges Yoongi’s side to bring back the conversation to a normal level, and the man only raises his eyebrow in annoyance at his friend. “We have to go, unfortunately. We’ll see you soon.” Seokjin finishes, ever polite. He takes Yoongi by his arms and drags him away and Jimin snickers to himself, it’s always nice to get on people’s never, especially Min Yoongi’s. 

“Will you ever stop picking on that poor driver?” Hyeji says as he approaches him to leave the paddock together. Jimin shakes his head, “It’s too damn fun and easy. And honestly, I don’t see what he’s all about- everyone likes him, sponsors love him and he’s not even- “ 

“-That good, yeah, I know. You’re starting to sound boring; how many times have I heard you talking about him?” 

“I’m only stating the truth.” Jimin says, looking at her as they push past the exit. The hotel is not far so they chose to walk. “Someone might think you have a crush on him.” Hyeji jokes and Jimin only shakes his head. “Just because you have a crush, it doesn’t mean everyone else has one too.” 

“Touché- “

“Oh! So, you admit it!” Jimin raises his fist up in the air, Hyeji slaps his arms down. She has a shy smile on her face and it’s rare to see her like this. Usually she’s bold, never backing down- “Oh god, you like like her.” Jimin continues, making Hyeji cheeks blush hard, she tries to hide using her long hair but she fails. “Yes yes, I do like her and today she asked me out on a date, so- “ 

“Oh my god, look at you all grown up and getting some p- “ 

“You better wash your mouth.” Hyeji stops him before he can say something else, and it makes him laugh. They keep chatting about the date, Where is it? A restaurant she knows around here, When? After Sunday’s race, Will you mingle? Park Jimin, I swear- and it’s nice to have someone to talk to, someone who understands when the moment to be friends is and when is the moment to be colleagues. Jimin likes it a lot and dinner with Hyeji goes by fast, they always have something to talk about, something to ask each other’s opinion on. Jimin loves the exchange. “So, no white?”

“Of course no white, you’re a summer cool. Go with pink.” Jimin instructs for her date outfit.

But when it’s time to work they are both serious and time flies so fast and suddenly it’s Sunday in the blink of an eye. Jimin has been around the paddock a lot, he has seen reporters doing all kinds of interviews already but nothing of substance. Not that their work counts any less, but Jimin finds it boring. He would rather quit than doing mindless interviews. 

The women’s race was in the morning, so Jimin walks through the paddock alone, Hyeji is getting ready for her date, missing the chance to watch the first race of the season with Jimin. He has the responsibilities of writing about F1. He doesn’t mind, and he’s happy for her and like this he can think of all the meanest questions he can ask the driver- if they do something wrong. 

Jimin is not mean just for fun (sometimes, maybe, with Yoongi), he loves when a race goes well and when drivers are satisfied. He praises some of them but, let’s be honest, readers don’t care when things go right. They love when Jimin’s pen gets witty and a bit too snake-like. 

So, he sits in the VIP section again, watching and hearing the race unfold right under his eyes. It’s so loud but from where he is, thanks to the separating glass it’s not that bad. He loves it, watching the car speeding right under his nose has always been his dream. He feels just like when he was a kid, the rumble of the car goes right into his chest. He can’t help but smile; his father had brought him once to Silverstone, the United Kingdom’s circuit, for his fifteen birthday and he had loved it. He had never felt such strong excitement, his cheeks hurt when he went home. He still has the ticket in his wallet. 

There’s just something so exciting and nerve-wrecking in the good way about watching a race, the adrenaline, the emotions of your favorite driver losing or winning. It gets to Jimin every single time, but he needs to focus right now, because he is working, and he won’t let his attention waver just because he’s doing what he loves the most. 

The first half of the race goes by quickly, yesterday’s qualification was loyal to how the free practice session went. No surprises. But as the race moves forward Jimin was drawn to look at Min Yoongi’s position, first, and he still didn’t crash into any wall. Yesterday he qualified third, that means that he gained two positions and that he might win the first race of the season, surprisingly . 

Jimin watches the race with all his attention till the last minute and when Min Yoongi crosses the finish line first, he can’t help but laugh. 

“Min Yoongi, this is new to the both of us, don’t you think?” Jimin says once he’s down in the interview area post-race. Its perimeter is set by barriers which separates the drives from the journalist and the many cameras. 

He had all the time he needed to think about how to approach Min Yoongi’s interview. Watching him getting on the podium, raising one of his hands to his lip and then to the sky as he used to do on the very few occasions he did win a race, was kind of a shock since last season it was a success if he could just cross the finish line. This is a sparkling twist.

Yoongi grins, fixing up the hat with his number and team colors on his head. Some now blonde, platinum hair sticks out of it, sweat still kissing his skin mixing up with the champagne shower he had on the podium. “I see the winter break didn’t ease up your tongue.” Yoongi says his eyebrow twitching, a fake smile on his face. “Oh, won’t you love to see it?” Jimin jokes, winking at Yoongi, “Does it bother you that I tell and ask for the truth?” Jimin can play the game too, and Yoongi should be careful because Jimin knows he can win it.

“I guess some things just never change.” Yoongi diplomatically says to the mic, he fixes his uniform that is now rolled down his waist. Only a white long-sleeved shirt on his body, name of sponsors decorating it in black, hugging his fit form perfectly. “But some things do,” Jimin starts, “how does it feel to finish up a race, and finish it in first place?” 

Yoongi takes his time to think about an answer but then he speaks directly into the mic, “It’s more than good, and the feeling is amazing. The adrenaline of hearing P1 through the radio is something I’d like to get used to.” The older says, he licks his lips after taking a sip from the bottle his assistant hands him quickly, she smiles sweetly to Jimin. “Also, let me use this time and opportunity to thank the fans and everyone for their immense support.” Yoongi continues, “It means a lot, especially after last season. Thank you so much!” Jimin is ready to fire back, saying something spiteful but- 

“Now I’ll go enjoy the win. Oh, look-“Yoongi points to a K-One driver that passes behind him, “You can give him a hard time.” He ends, patting the back of said driver, winking at the camera and Jimin is left without having the chance to make a quirk remark about Yoongi’s victory. Oh, oh if he thinks he escaped Jimin’s pen with that he’s so wrong, Jimin is only waiting to see the outcome of more races, so has enough material to properly write an article that can hit the right spot.

Min Yoongi thinks he’s sly for that. He doesn’t know what awaits him. “Stop being petty about it. He won that round. 1-0 for him, deal with it.” Hyeji says as she bites on a samboosa, she has been in love with it since the first time she had one and now it’s her favorite thing to eat here in Bahrain. It’s Monday and since they are leaving in the evening, she wanted to have them for lunch and Jimin is now watching her eat her fifth one without batting an eyelash. It would be amazing if she only would quit talking about how Min Yoongi put Jimin in his place. “This is going to be the last time he does it.” 

“Mh” she hums, nodding her head to please Jimin’s reasoning. “Yeah, and I wasn’t flirting with Reb.” She grins, breaking the string of cheese with her finger. Jimin ate only two of them, they are delicious, but now he’s waiting for thareed, he heard it tastes amazing so he can’t wait to try it. “The only difference is that you were actually flirting with her, I am not.” 

That makes Hyeji choke on her bite and Jimin looks at her concerned, pouring her some water to help her. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh yeah-“she sips some water, “It happens when I hear bullshit.” 

“Excuse me?” Jimin watches her friend raise her eyebrow at him, pointing one angle of the samboosa at him, and it shouldn’t be as threatening as it is. “Oh, thank you.” She says to the waitress who put the thareed they are going to share on the table. “Park Jimin, you did just not look me in the eye and tell me that.”

“What? It’s the truth!” Jimin defends himself, “Why would I flirt with him? I mean, he’s good-looking, we can all agree on that, but it wouldn’t be professional of me. I did not write a single good word about him last year.” 

Hyeji yawns, “I could give you about five remarks on how what you just said doesn’t deny you flirting with him,  but I am hungry and watching you simmer in your own broth is way funnier.” 

Jimin puts two of his hands over his heart, “Oh, I have such a lovely friend.” He jokes, “How did the date go?” He asks and Hyeji’s eyes shine so bright as she starts speaking, excited. Jimin is thankful for the distraction, he’s tired of talking about Min Yoongi, about something that did not happen. So he listens with attention to what her friend says and asks questions when needed and he deems it important. “Did you kiss?”, that makes Hyeji almost choke for a second time but by the flush on her cheeks Jimin can get his answer, he’s quite perceptive. 

“Choi Hyeji! You are wild, kissing on the first date. What happened to good old manners?” Jimin jokes and she sticks his tongue out at him, Jimin finds it quite amusing. “Oh, shut up, you’re the one to talk to. Do I have to remind you what you did with my secretary on your first date?” 

Jimin shrugs his shoulders, “I never said I was contrary to mingling on the first date. You were.” 

“Mingling-“ she repeats in a singsong voice, trying to imitate Jimin’s tone, “Don’t talk like you’re a gentleman, you’re disgusting.” 

“We had our fun, it was one time- and why would I be disgusting, elaborate on that.” 

“You’re a man, that’s enough.” 

Jimin looks at her and they both burst out laughing, it’s nice to have a friend he can talk freely about everything with and it’s even nicer to have her around all the time. Jimin loves her, her honesty and her morals, she understands his sarcasm and knows when to listen or give her advice to him. He knows he’s lucky to have met her on that fateful day at Racing Point . 

Their meals end in laughter, eased by some arak, one of Bahrain’s most typical alcoholic drinks. They don’t get wasted, just enough to let go of any worries, like taking the airplane later the same day to fly to Saudi Arabia for the next race. “I’m never going out with you again.” Hyeji says as she massages her temples. They are sitting in the airplane that should depart in a few minutes, and Jimin is tired but he’s feeling good, a thing that is not happening to Hyeji. “It’s not my fault you can’t handle it.” 

“I hate you.” 

Jimin hums, he opens his travel bag and hands her an aspirin and a bottle of water. “I’m gonna ask the hostess for a glass.”

“I love you.”

Jimin shakes his head, but he does get up from his seat, “Oh, I’m sorry Sir, but we’re about to depart. You should sit down and fasten your seatbelt.” It’s the first thing the hostess says as she sees him walking toward her, her hair is gelled back in a perfect bun and the scarf around her neck gives her a classy look. Jimin has always loved that detail on their uniforms. “I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll be quick, my friend is not feeling well. Do you have an empty glass?” 

The hostess’s eyes widen but she nods and instantly searches for one, “Here.” She has a sweet smile on her face. 

“Thank you so much, I’ll go sit now.” Jimin makes sure to add and he rapidly goes to sit back. “Here, I almost got yelled at by the hostess for you.” 

“And I got to see Min Yoongi’s seat from here. He looks handsome in casual clothes, don’t you think?” Since Jimin is sitting close to the corridor it’s easier for him to spot Min Yoongi, he’s sitting three seats in front of him, and he’s wearing black sweatpants and a black shirt. Jimin doesn’t see his face, a hat on and a face mask, but he doesn’t need to, he knows Yoongi is good-looking. “You know, you’re doing a whole lot of looking for someone who wasn’t flirting with him.” 

Jimin snaps his head back to look at Hyeji and he finds her looking at him with a sly smile, like he knows something Jimin doesn’t. “Didn’t your head hurt? I heard not speaking helps ease the pain.” Jimin jokes but she only rolls her eyes. “He’s covered head to toe, what’s there to look at?” he insists, she’s wearing a comfortable orange hoodie, and a pair of jeans, her black hair hidden by a beanie because she missed her hair washing day. “Park Jimin I’m gonna shut up, but you stop staring. He ate you with his eyes the whole time you talked with the hostess.” 

“He did not. And I was staring because I was just wondering what he is doing in economics.” The flight it’s only a little longer than one hour but most of the drivers refuse to fly cheap, so his curiosity has a valid reason. “Ask him.” 

“Why would I?” 

“I don’t know, why do you care?” She puts on her questioning look, the one she often uses to interview drivers. Focused eyes, like a hawk in the dark.

“’Cause.” 

Hyeji looks at him straight in the eyes and she repeats the word Jimin just said. “I- you know what? I reserve the right to say, ‘I told you so’ when it happens.” 

“What should happen?” 

She silences Jimin with her finger, “Don’t talk, my head hurts.” 

“That wasn’t what I meant-“ 

“Shhh!” she says and Jimin was about to retort again but the voice of the captain speaking makes him drop it. He’s not even sure he really wants to adventure in that conversation with her again. Maybe it’s better to let it go, not that Jimin wouldn’t know how to keep her head, but he knows he’s going to lose either way with her; when she sets her mind on something than that is. 

So, as the airplane soars up into the sky Jimin uses the time to get some work done. He starts drafting a vague article, he needs more data to be able to write a proper one but his deadline is not due until the Jeddah Grand Prix, held in Saudi Arabia. Jimin loves the circuit, it’s a slower one because it’s very domestic: that’s how he likes to describe circuits that are held in the middle of the cities’ street. Jeddah and Monaco are Jimin’s favorite, Baku as well, they are so difficult, and it brings out the worst and the best in some of the drivers. The track is narrow and there’s not much space for overtaking. 

Driving in this kind of circuit enhances the pros of every single Formula 1 driver, but also their flaws because they are pushed to their limits. These circuits are almost extreme, their corners are tight, there’s no room for errors. If a mistake is made, then the race is over. 

Jimin didn’t want to write something vague, just with one race checked off the list. He needs more and he makes sure to have it. There’s no point in writing something that has no foundation, he doesn’t want to write just because- he wants to do a proper and as perfect as possible job because there are already enough mediocre journalists in the motorsport. He doesn’t want to be one of them. He’s serious when it comes about his job and Jimin knows that he can’t write bullshit. His name held some importance now, and in such a short time Jimin had to learn how much his words were read and given for true. 

He was seen as someone capable and intelligent, someone who could see what many others weren’t or just didn’t want to see. But sometimes Jimin still feels new to this; he knows this is what he wants to do, and last year he gave his all to be able to be a full-time reporter slash journalist, but he feels the responsibility on his shoulder. He doesn’t want to release trash and lose everything he has worked so hard for. 

Some people used to chat about him, saying that it’s easy to gain fame when he picked on the new rookie, Min Yoongi, but Jimin doesn’t see it like this. He doesn’t give a damn about rumors, and he doesn’t care that it was Min Yoongi who got burnt by Jimin’s writing. He just pointed out facts: Min Yoongi is a mediocre driver and money just makes everyone blind to it. Last year his mind was all over the place, and he definitely wasn’t focused on racing and you can’t lose the focus like this, not when your life is at stake.

Jimin knows last year he didn’t ease up the pill, Hyeji gave him the task to interview the driver and he made Yoongi’s life a living hell. He remembers how satisfied he felt when- 

“Another race, another crash– Were you always such a bad driver or is it a born-with talent?” Jimin asks, for a split-second Min Yoongi’s face looks shocked. Jimin’s way of approaching things is quite different from everybody else. He needs to make his name stand out, but he didn’t really have any filter at all on his daily life, so.

It seems that the man recovers fast, he sips from a bottle of water his assistant gives him, “Were you always an asshole, or it’s a born-with talent?”  he spits back to Jimin, with the same know-it-all tone Jimin used on him. It’s not the first time they banter during an interview but it’s the first time that Yoongi walks away from him. Jimin should consider it like a win, he partially does, but seeing a defined muscled shoulder walk to another journalist kind of burns, in more ways than just one.

From that moment it has been hell between the two. Jimin wrote the best article he could ever write about the man, especially because no one should ever walk away or answer like that to a journalist, no matter how shitty the questions are. Jimin’s job is to provoke, and he succeeded with Yoongi. But since that moment, he has started to anticipate Yoongi’s interviews, it was the only driver that would entertain him a bit with his questions. It was the only driver who would make Jimin’s job less boring, more dynamic and stimulating because he never knew how it’ll go with him.

Everybody else never broke character, always polite even if Jimin could make them flush in embarrassment for some silly things they said, or while he points out the truth, he can make them go quiet. But with Yoongi it is always a fun challenge, he doesn’t know who’ll win every round. 

But he doesn’t have much time to think about it, because once the plane lands Jimin and Hyeji have to take care of their luggage and go to the hotel. It’s the same hotel for drivers and journalists, for the Formula 1 staff and everyone involved. Not everything is supplied but most things are, and Jimin is well-known enough to have his own room in every hotel until the end of the racing season. 

In his few days in Jeddah he explores the city with Hyeji, he knows his way around the city now, but he still likes to walk down the street. The main roads are already closed to determine the circuit perimeter and Jimin has always loved the way it is built and incorporated in the city. “I was thinking about hitting the gym later, do you wanna join me?” Jimin asks Hyeji as they walk back to the hotel together after having a meal. 

“I think I’m gonna nap now.” She says and Jimin doesn’t blame her, she is still recovering from the bad headache, but she was too hungry to miss out on food, and she didn’t want the hotel’s room service. So Jimin walks her to her room, a few doors farther than his own and after that he changes into something fit for the gym. He doesn’t plan on doing anything crazy, but he just feels the need to move his body a bit. He doesn’t think he’ll find anyone in the gym, usually drivers prefer to work out outside, going jogging out in the sun to improve their heat resistance. 

It gets hot in the car, and it gets hot on track, especially at the summer races and sometimes drivers have to endure more than 60 laps on a 60°C track. It’s unbearable but they have to do it. Sometimes Jimin wonders how much passion must flow inside their veins to go through that. 

He follows the direction for the gym, and when he pushes the doors open, he almost chokes on his breath. The gym is semi-empty except for Min Yoongi and his trainer, Jeon Jeongguk- if Jimin it’s not mistaken. He’s one of the youngest trainers Jimin has ever seen but he’s exceptionally good at what he does, he studied for it. “Focus.” He tells Yoongi and the man fixes his posture, focusing on Jeongguk instead of looking through the mirror at who just walked inside. 

Jimin starts with some cardio on the tapis-roulant, which faces the couple working out. Jimin wouldn’t want to watch them but it’s inevitable and he’s only human. Jeongguk is wearing gloves that Yoongi is punching. They are boxing but it’s not exactly that: Jimin knows that Jeongguk is helping Yoongi improve his reflexes while also working on his core. “Another set. Good, keep it up!” Jeongguk encourages and Yoongi settles his feet better on the ground, his eyes narrowing as he tries to isolate himself.

Yoongi is wearing black shorts and a white tank top, and Jimin might antagonize him sometimes, but he can’t hide that seeing a fitted body does things to him. Yoongi is focused, his platinum hair tied up in a bun to the back of his hair, and his pale arms makes it easier for Jimin to notice how big his veins are. Jeongguk then hits Yoongi on his shoulder. 

“Could you at least be gentle?” 

“Could you stop losing your focus? Get back to it.” He listens to them talking and let's call it occupational hazard, but Jimin always listens to what goes on around him, especially if it comes from people he writes about. “I am focused.” 

“No, you’re not. Do I have to say out loud why?” Jeongguk presses and Jimin sees the switch in Yoongi’s eyes, daring. He has always had a more feline shape than Jimin has ever seen in any other person, and it’s quite alluring but it doesn’t matter if the person is obnoxious. The couple stares at each other for some seconds before Jeongguk opens his mouth, “Because if I tell you’re unfocused because–“

“Okay, okay. I get it, I lost my focus. Now can we go back to working out? I do pay you for that.” Yoongi tries to shut him, his eyes diverting for a second to where Jimin is. His eyes are not gentle on him, but they soften when they land on Jeongguk.

“Oh, don’t act like I’m not your favorite person in the whole world.” Jeongguk jokes and it makes Jimin smile, even if he shouldn’t. But it’s nice to hear people who visibly care about each other interact, “I only put up with you because of that.” Yoongi teases and Jimin suppress another smile, it reminds him of how he and Hyeji interact.

The training couple then removes the boxing gloves and puts them away. Jeongguk opens his bag and takes a cloth that he shoots Yoongi’s way, the older uses it to clean sweat from his neck and away from his forehead, Jimin follows the motion carefully. Yoongi retrieves a bottle of water, which he gulps down almost entirely and it makes his jawline very clear. 

Jeongguk gestures then to a machine not far from where Jimin is, and he can see pain in Yoongi’s expression, but he doesn’t whine about it. He only walks up to the machine and sits in the middle of it. Jeongguk thinks about the rest, and he adjusts everything so that Yoongi can work out his core strength, back and neck muscles. It basically simulates the motion of turning the steering wheel inside the car and Jimin knows it takes a whole lot of strength to do so because of the high speed they go under- it makes everything harder, and they have to improve their muscles to avoid injuries. 

Jimin can’t help but look, he has always found it fascinating to watch a Formula 1 driver workout, watching specific exercises made for them. Yoongi’s red in the face for the exertion, the vein in his neck popping out, the muscles on his arms visible as he fatigue to turn the fake steering wheel. “Breathe out.” Jeongguk advises and Yoongi does, that brings a bit of relief in his system, but it’s soon gone. His arms show defined but trembling muscles, and Jimin should really stop staring. “Don’t slouch, keep your core tight.” Jeongguk touches Yoongi’s abdomen to get him to harden it. “It’s you in the car and no one else, keep it.” he says, his hand still on Yoongi. 

Jimin should focus on his own work out though, so he moves away from the tapis roulant, and he prepares for his set of squats. He’ll do legs today, next time he’ll do chest and arms. He turns his back to Min Yoongi, but the mirror allows Jimin to keep watching the man, and he knows that he’s in his line of vision- He starts doing his exercise, he uses a kettlebell to add some weight to it-

“ Fuck- “

“You are unbelievable.” Jeongguk says, giving a light slap to the back of Yoongi’s head after he lets go of the weight in one go, making a loud thumb that makes Jimin turn around. He looks at the couple, Yoongi has his eyes fixed on Jimin, staring at him with something Jimin can’t give a name to in his eyes. He can’t hear them anymore, but he can see Jeongguk waving his arms and then crossing them over his chest. 

After a while Jeongguk walks out of the room and leaves Yoongi there. He doesn’t take his bag with him though. 

Jimin goes back to work out, trying to not mind what goes around him but then he notices that Yoongi gets up from his workout station, walking up to Jeongguk’s bag, which wasn’t far away from Jimin. “Park.” He says before putting the backpack over his shoulder, Jimin straightens his posture and nods his head, “Min-“ he says, greeting him the same way, “Did your trainer ditch you?” he asks because he’s forever curious and he can’t miss out on an occasion to annoy the driver. He knows sometimes he should just shut up, but it always gets the best of him. 

“Are you going to write about it?” Yoongi challenges and Jimin raises an eyebrow, “Should I?” 

“I seem to be your favorite subject, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” Yoongi teases, taking a step closer to Jimin. “And yet you still try to avoid answering my questions.” Jimin fights back, Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief, his eyes moving up and down Jimin’s body. “Let’s say I was distracted, and he got annoyed, that’s all you need to know.” Yoongi says taking another step closer to Jimin. “So, you can’t finish the race, and you can’t finish a work out session. That’s no good, Min.” Jimin is rooted to his place, the man is awfully close and Jimin can see how chipped his lips are right now. “I’m making your job easier then, you should be thankful.” 

It’s hard for Jimin to breathe, they keep staring at each other without moving and he doesn’t understand where all this tension comes from. Yoongi keeps coming closer and Jimin’s breath starts to falter a bit, it’s getting hot and not for the right reason. 

Yoongi raises one arm then, but he uses it to undo his bun. He fixes his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “It’s already easy to write about your failure, you should make my job harder.” Jimin retaliates and he can see the moment that makes Yoongi stops in his steps. He’s so close to Jimin, studying his face. Their eyes meet, there is a challenge in them, the want in Yoongi to just make Jimin shut up, to stop retaliating. Jimin feels it, and he doesn’t move, he waits for Yoongi to shoot the next shot. 

He makes the only error to inhale, Yoongi’s perfume mixed with his sweat makes him weirdly weak in the knees. It’s easy to lose focus when a sweaty, muscled, good-looking man is right up his nose. 

Yoongi takes a step back and Jimin feels his lungs open, “You’re so hard to please.”

“Maybe you just don’t know how to.” leaves Jimin’s mouth before he can stop himself. Yoongi’s head snaps in his direction again, and he takes a further step in his direction. Oh god- they are impossibly close now, Jimin can see small indentations of gold in Yoongi’s eyes. “You’d love to see me try, don’t you?” Yoongi says, his hand coming up to fix a loose strand of hair, behind Jimin’s ear. Before walking away Yoongi winks, leaving Jimin there, still rooted to his spot, speechless. 

What the hell just happened? 

“What the hell?!” Hyeji repeats to him when Jimin tells her what happened. They are eating dinner in Jimin’s room, sitting on the bed with the window open to a dreamy orange sky. “It’s beginning sooner than I expected, this is thrilling. Oh my god, I gotta tell Reb.” Jimin throws his body over hers to stop her from reaching her phone, “You’re not going to gossip about something that's only in your head.” 

“How did you feel?” She asks, Jimin sitting over the back of her legs, “Also could you move your heavy ass, I wanna keep eating my fries.” She wiggles and Jimin sits back on the mattress. 

“Don’t stain the sheets.” Jimin instructs and she only wiggles her eyebrow at him, making him laugh. “And I am the disgusting one.” 

“You’re deflecting. How did you feel?” She relents and Jimin tries to avoid answering but she’s a journalist just as tough as Jimin is, he should have known better. “What do you want me to say? That I for a split second wished he would bend me over the gym bench?” 

“Well, that’s a start, for sure.” She says as she puts some fries in her mouth, elegance long forgotten between them. “I just- I don’t know. There’s not really much to talk about. He’s hot, I told you he’s definitely good looking, and my type for that matter but he’s also arrogant with me, he gets on my nerves, and he has it all handled.” He explains, counting on his finger his reasons. Hyeji listens to him without interrupting. 

It’s infuriating how Yoongi can get under his skin, just as much as Jimin knows he gets under his. The thing is that it’s not only a work rivalry, now it’s also something that goes beyond that. Jimin knows it’s entirely unprofessional, to bring this feeling outside of work but it’s inevitable when Yoongi is so arrogant to him. They are both doing their job, Jimin was and is doing his job (at his best capacity) and Yoongi should understand that.

“But you don’t know him. He might have had it all handled, but you don’t know him.” Hyeji says, “You don’t know how he behaves outside of the interview. That’s the only place you have interacted with him, and the gym but that doesn’t count because you already have a steamy rivalry going on.”

“You should have worked in the world of fiction. You see things that are definitely not there.” Jimin jokes and she throws a fry at him, “I am being serious.”

“Me too. Listen, it’s not just during interview, he’s just insufferable. Last year he wouldn’t ever look my way whenever we would meet at the paddock- not that I minded-” 

“But you noticed.” 

Jimin ignores her, “And that few times we have talked it was ice cold, or steaming hot but because we got angry at each other. There’s nothing, nothing, about this that can lead to what you think.” Jimin says but he also kind of wants to end the conversation because there’s really nothing much to talk about. They started off strong with Jimin doing his interviews, and from that point on it was just a matter of who would win over who. There’s really nothing else about it, not everything Hyeji reads into it. “And I swear, I don’t like him that way.” 

“But you like him one way.” 

“Oh, cut me some slack. I’m only human and he’s physically my type. I don’t get why are we even entertaining the thought of me liking him in any way. He’s just hot, then he talks and it disappears, so-” Jimin shrugs his shoulders, eating up some fries as well. It’s the second? Third time? that Hyeji tries to put ideas into Jimin’s mind, but he won’t fall for it. 

“You know I will always win with you.” 

“I let you.” 

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” She jokes, but he knows she won’t win this round. The only thing going on between Yoongi and Jimin is nothing but a feud. And Jimin won’t know peace unless he does win the war. 

But it shouldn’t be hard, Jimin has won many battles already and it seems that luck is on his side because on Sunday, race day, he grins when- 

“ And red flag, red flag. Min Yoongi hits the barrier!! First big surprise of this season.” the commentator exclaims, but is it really? Jimin was only waiting for it, knowing it would come.

“He’s okay, he’s exiting the car and he decided to walk back to the pit, walking the adrenaline off with a good walk- Oh he doesn’t remove his helmet, he must be really angry!” the commentators keep going and oh, Jimin bet he is angry and he’s going to get even angrier. He just proved to him that he’s all barks and no bite. He did show Jimin that he’s no good. 

“The race will be temporarily suspended; it will start again at 16:27 local time!” The restart is in twenty minutes so Jimin has plenty of time to bring out the worst reaction he can out of Yoongi.

Jimin listens to the commentary and thinks- Yoongi makes it so easy for him to do his job, it seems in the end he doesn’t try to make Jimin's job harder. Yoongi was running for first place, he was second, but he went a bit too ahead of himself and his tire touched one of the other cars. His car didn’t grip well on the asphalt and the crash was inevitable. 

The thing is, it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It’s Jeddah, it’s a dangerous (even if not impossible) circuit to try overtaking. Yoongi should have known that and yet he still decided to attempt one where it wasn’t safe. Jimin will have his fun. And he needs to move because he’ll have the chance to talk with Yoongi now, since his race ended earlier, he’ll have to face the journalist sooner than the other driver. 

But before Yoongi comes out to talk with them, he hides for a bit in his private room inside the pit. Every driver has his own small room where they can focus before a race or where they can hide and let out everything they can’t let anybody see, especially the cameras. The cameras are on him all the time, watching as he removes his helmet and enters the room, when he leaves it again the cameras don’t leave him alone. He’s not happy, and he’s talking with the team principal, Kim Seojun, probably about what to say and not say in the interviews. 

His red cheeks are an important indicator to Jimin, Yoongi must be angry. “Min Yoongi, in the end some things do not change, do they?” he teases, and he can see the way there’s fire in the driver’s eyes. He is livid, his tongue clicks inside his mouth. “Unfortunately.” 

“How do you feel? What went wrong, besides some obvious wrong decisions?” Jimin knows he’s pushing it too far, that he should ease down a bit because he’s being a bit too mean, but this is his job, and now he’s only doing what he must: make Yoongi’s life miserable. “I can’t really push the fault on anyone but myself, I let my hunger for the win get over me. That shouldn’t happen.” Yoongi settles to say, he’s holding on to his water bottle with white knuckles though. Jimin is strangely surprised by the answer, he was expecting to hear Yoongi say the car had a problem, not to openly admit that he made a mistake. That’s new. 

“Do you think it’ll be like this for the rest of the season? Do you fear you might not win the World Title like this? Are you saying you’re not reliable in your decision making?” Jimin pokes the knife in open wounds, but he does have to put pressure on the driver. Yoongi fixes his hat over his forehead, his manager right beside him with her phone clutched in hands. She looks at Jimin with a worried smile on her face because she’s the one who’ll have to deal with the aftermath of whatever answer Yoongi comes up with. “I think it’s too soon to talk about winning the World Title, it’s only the second race of the season after all. I need to stay focused and think about every race individually, and nothing else for now.” 

He answers, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s. He’s visibly disappointed, but he’s trying hard to keep his usual composed appeal during the interview. “You should work on that, I do agree; I heard you get distracted easily.” Jimin teases, and flashes of what happened in the gym floods his mind. Not the time.  

For a split second, Yoongi’s lip twitches in a smile, his shoulder relaxing. “Oh, I do. My trainer scolds me constantly, but pretty things distract me. I’ll work on it.” 

He is left speechless for a second, what??? Does he mean-? Pretty things? But Jimin recovers from the shock soon enough, “Then let’s hope you find your focus, or you know- I’ll be ready if you crash again.” Yoongi doesn’t talk back, he doesn’t have the time to, he only looks at Jimin, biting his lips, before his manager calls him and makes it known that there are others that want to talk with him. So, the man says one last word to his fans and then moves on to the next interviews. 

And Jimin now can go back to watch the end of the race, he still needs to analyze and see how the other drivers are doing. But the interview replays in his mind, and he can already hear Hyeji laugh out loud. 

Old Habits Die Hard

The second race of the season went by, some teams stayed consistent, others… Well, some others confuse us. It’s always exciting when there are big turns of events, when the race outcome is unpredictable when being able to tell who’ll win gets hard. 

There’s only one certainty: predicting who will crash. 

When I write about crashing the car only one name comes to mind, the one and only Min Yoongi. 

As I said while interviewing him, some things never change and indeed we can always trust that he’ll make a mess of his races. And once again, I’ll ask myself why his name is held high like he’s the greatest driver to ever grace Earth. I know money is the biggest driving force. Formula 1 is, unfortunately, now ruled by money for a great 60% but I mean- is everyone really that blind to not see that this is probably going to be just like last year? 

Do I really have to write the same facts over and over? I need a challenge, and Min Yoongi is not one. He can’t even be a challenge for the other nineteen drivers, even less he can be for me. 

And you could ask, Why are you writing about him, then, Park Jimin? And the answer is simple, my dear readers: I won’t find peace unless everyone will notice how right I am. It’s too soon to talk, I know, but Min Yoongi will stay a mediocre driver, who tries to avoid me telling the truth with some unbelievably cheap flirting. Who does he think I am? He should focus on getting a win, not getting my favors. He probably likes failure, he’s not able to cross the finish line, nor get me to write good things about him. 

Isn’t it absurd?

-Park Jimin 

After Saudi Arabia’s race, Jimin has a week off until the next one that will be held in Australia. It does happen that after two consecutive races there is a week of rest to allow the driver and the team to breathe for a while and just rebuild their focus. Jimin uses those weeks to rest and reset his sleep schedule. Traveling across the world doesn’t do wonders for his jet lag, and when he comes back home he sleeps so much that it might actually be counterproductive but he doesn’t care. 

He doesn’t usually do much when he has a week off like this except sleep (as said but worth repeating) and eat. Sometimes he meets with Hyeji, but she does the exact same thing as him: sleep and eat. But it happens that Jimin hits the gym or goes to try something new like a pole dance workshop since he has always wanted to give it a shot. He has danced all his life as a sport (to hit mother’s luck, because racing was a big no for her) and sometimes his body aches to come back to it, and he gives in but it doesn’t hurt him to try to get out of his comfort zone and try as many dancing possibilities there are. So, he gives in and goes. But not today, today Jimin just wants to laze around. 

It's noon on a rainy Saturday, and Jimin is just scrolling through social media leisurely. His article was posted some hours ago so all he can find is people quoting it, agreeing, and disagreeing. He doesn’t really care about the mean comments he reads about himself, he knows he’s only telling the truth and that people don’t often like how straightforward he is. “ He should put himself in Yoongi’s shoes, I bet he won’t talk shit once he realizes how difficult it is to drive a car” he read, and it makes him chuckle. Jimin understands how hard it is, he knows. 

One time, last year, he was offered the opportunity to do two laps at the Silverstone circuit in a Formula 1 car with an experienced yet retired driver and he accepted. The car they were in was the one people see speeding on tracks every Sunday but the only difference was that Jimin wasn’t driving. That kind of car had two seats and Jimin would only sit behind the driver, who would do all the driving work. 

That one time made Jimin realize how hard it really is to drive a Formula 1 car, to be under high G-force, and to train your focus and mind to act as quickly as possible. He understands how straining it is for the body, because he was tossed around like clothes in a washing machine. Drivers train hard to be able to resist it, to resist gravity and control a car that weighs around 800kg. 

He accepted the offer because he knew he needed to have hands-on experince of what it means to be one of the best drivers in the world. But also, because of that, he understands that some of those drivers can’t make the mistakes they are making. That’s why he’s not at all provoked by the comment, he knows, and he knows pretty damn well what it means. 

He even decided to train and eat like a Formula 1 driver to better understand what they go through and it’s definitely not easy; building your muscles to be strong but not big, your focus to stay on and be the quickest possible in making decisions. They have split seconds and it can be life or death. 

Jimin even underwent a session inside a simulator, pretending to be on track but it was so realistic that when he crashed, he got really scared for his life. It’s not easy and it takes dedication, the same dedication Jimin wants to give to his work. So, he studied, he put himself in their shoes for as much as he could and he tried his best to deliver it on paper (or on screen, depending on where the reader reads). 

He turns around in bed, facing the windows with a cloudy sky that doesn’t bring any light in. But it’s nice and relaxing to see the drops of rain racing against each other on the glass. A loud thunder makes its way to Jimin, but he likes it, he finds comfort in it, so he cuddles up in bed, his phone still in hand. He opens Instagram and his phone drops to his face. “Fuck-“he says, sitting up and massaging his cheek. 

He takes the phone again in his hands and thankfully, (thankfully?) the timeline didn’t refresh. There is a “suggested” post that has Jimin valuing some of his life-choices. Min Yoongi’s trainer, Jeon Jeongguk posted a video of Yoongi training his back muscles. Jimin replays the video one more time and then he throws his phone on the bed face down. 

He looks around the room, cream walls, fake plants, and polaroids pinned to a cork board. Everything is in its place, he needs to calm down. Oh my god - he thinks as he takes the phone back in his hands and opens Jeon Jungkook’s account. There are mostly photos of Yoongi, and of some other guy who drives for the Indy Cars (another motorsport that Jimin doesn’t like and doesn’t care for in the slightest). He doesn’t want to say it out loud but damn , Min Yoongi’s body is crazy and Jimin is ( not) salivating over it. 

The video in question is taken by Jeongguk, and he’s recording Yoongi’s back as he trains his chest doing a cable crossover, the weights are attached to cables that Yoongi needs to extend in front of his body. Jeongguk wants to train Yoongi’s core, neck and back muscles and fucking dammit if it isn’t the hottest things Jimin has ever seen. 

He doesn’t know what has gotten into him, but he has said it before: he’s weak for a good body, and Yoongi has it. That doesn’t mean that he likes him, he still thinks of him as an arrogant, not at all humble person with cheap flirting skills, and he’s just a mediocre driver. It doesn’t change a thing and he’ll still write what he thinks it’s true about the man. But he can also scrolls through all the posts that Jeongguk has on his account where he can see Yoongi building his muscles. 

“ One day I’ll get him to remove his shirt, but that day is not today.” One of Jeongguk’s captions says and it makes Jimin laugh. He wouldn’t have minded seeing it either but maybe Yoongi is not that open about it. In the incriminating video Yoongi is wearing a black shirt that clings to his sweaty body, a vision to Jimin. 

He doesn’t realize how much time has passed with him just looking at Jeongguk’s account until his stomach starts to rumble and he realizes that he hasn’t eaten yet. 

So, he closes everything and goes to make himself some hot noodles. He has half an idea of calling Hyeji because he needs a distraction from grabbing his phone and opening Instagram again, but they are seeing each other tomorrow so it’s fine. 

Jimin will just have to control himself, so he blocks his phone, and decides to dedicate the day to himself completely. So he prepares himself a good meal, as spicy as he can endure it because why not? and after he just slouches on the couch with a good book in hands. It’s around ten in the evening that his phone lights up and Hyeji names appear on it, he puts it on speaker. “Hey hon-“ 

“ You think you’re so slick but I’m having the time of my life.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

Jimin is confused when he hears her laugh, “I’m gonna need more than that.” He says as he puts the book, he was reading faces open on the black leather couch to bookmark it. It was interesting and Jimin was just getting into the good part of it.

“ You know, I was just mindlessly scrolling through the Instagram feed when the newest video Jeongguk posted appeared on my timeline. Because yes, I do follow him. And I thought ‘let me read the caption, he’s usually funny’ and guess what?” 

“It wasn’t funny?” 

“ No, you dumbass. My eyes fall on the likes and guess who’s the first one name that appears.” 

Jimin feels his stomach close, a shiver of dread running up his spine. It can’t be- he doesn’t answer, he only takes his phone speed light and tries to open Instagram. He finds Jeongguk’s account easily and just as easily he finds what he did. 

“Oh my god.” He didn’t realize he had touched the like button, that’s embarrassing. It’s nothing wrong but after what he says about Yoongi, he can’t be found liking Instagram posts about him, especially those. “ How?” Hyeji wants to know and Jimin slaps himself in the face, and the act makes Jimin understand. 

“My phone dropped on my face when I saw the video.” 

“ It-“ She doesn’t finish the sentence because she bursts out laughing at Jimin’s ridiculousness. “ You dropped it on your face because you saw the video?!” she continues and Jimin thinks he kind of deserves it. 

“No, of course not. I was watching the video, and it happened to fall on my face because I was lying in bed. That’s it .” He makes sure but he knows that she won’t ever believe him. He feels so embarrassed about it that he’s thankful that they are not video calling because she would see his red cheeks. It’s not easy to fluster Jimin but he feels like he did something wrong, mostly because he talks shit about Yoongi every available chance. “ Yeah, that’s it my ass Park Jimin. ” She says and Jimin sighs, “I’m canceling our date tomorrow.” He says because he can’t face her now, she won’t ever let him live it down. 

“ Mh, mh, yeah. You know I’ll eat you alive if you do. ” She continues and Jimin chuckles, “Be kind to me.” 

“ I won’t. ” she announces and Jimin rolls his eyes, after that they quickly end the call and Jimin falls face down on his couch. He can’t believe that it happened, but at the same time he knows this is karma playing him. He does deserve it, it’s a reminder that he needs to be stronger than his thirst. And he shouldn’t let his physical desire get the best of him.

So, when he lands in Australia, with Hyeji by his side, he makes sure to avoid, as much as it’s possible, any gym and Min Yoongi and his trainer, for as long as he can. It does happen that he meets drivers in the lobby hotel or at the gym, or at a closed restaurant. He chats with them occasionally because that’s what professionals do but Jimin makes sure that he doesn’t walk into him . 

But their eyes meet a couple of times, and each and every single of them Jimin notices an amused look in Yoongi’s. Or maybe he’s just reading too much into it, he doesn’t have anything to hide, maybe they didn’t even realize that he liked the post but it’s better to be safe than sorry. 

And if something happens Jimin will play it cool, he can do it. He plays it cool constantly when he does interviews, he knows how to keep a poker face and he will if necessary. But it doesn’t seem like he’ll need to, since he doesn’t come across Yoongi until the day of qualifying. The man crashes into the wall, ending tenth on the grid. 

The process of qualifying is rather simple, it’s divided into three big sections. Q1 is the first, where the place on the grid for the last five drivers out of twenty is decided, then there is tQ2 where  the place on the grid of other five drivers, from 15 to 10 is decided. Q3 is the most important one, and where every driver aims to reach. It depends on the time of the lap a car does on track, the faster it is, the more chances they have to enter in Q3 and get a good starting position for the actual race. 

Q3 determines the first ten places, and Yoongi had gotten into that one only to crash his  car into the barrier. He was doing a formidable lap but, in the end, he pushed the car a bit too much, the back slipped, and he lost control of it. It’s inevitable that other drivers do better. He’ll have to do a great job during the Sunday race if he wants to win, he’ll have to gain seven positions to end on the podium. 

Jimin watches as Yoongi comes closer to him, he doesn’t have his usual baseball hat on today and his platinum hair falls over his eyes. This time he still has his uniform on completely and his manager, Lia if Jimin is not mistaken, is talking to him animatedly. “Min Yoongi, I bet your mechanics are never bored with you, are they?” Jimin asks quickly, he tries to put the Instagram like he left in the back of his mind. He can’t think about it right now. 

“I’m deeply sorry to the team and mechanics, but they always do a wonderful job. I’m thankful to have them cover my back.” 

“Shouldn’t you help them out a bit more?” 

“I probably should.” Yoongi looks apologetic this time, tilting his head to avoid the sun directly into his eyes. 

“We all have high expectations for tomorrow’s race, will you be able to live up to them?” Jimin pressures him to see if Yoongi will snap, or if the pressure will cause him to make mistakes on track. “I’ll try my best. Gotta show them I’m not as mediocre as the media says.” Yoongi says directly to Jimin, looking him straight in the eyes, even if he used a general noun Jimin is no fool and he knows when an arrow was thrown to hit. 

“Oh, good luck. That kind of media is rarely wrong.” Jimin winks. 

Yoongi takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to calm himself, “That kind of media only shit-talks, I don’t think there’s any good in it.” Yoongi can’t keep it in and Jimin laughs, he would love to talk back to him but Lia comes through to guide him to another journalist. 

Jimin turns to the camera, “Sometimes criticism hits the right spots.” he says before ending the interview there. He is satisfied with how things went, he managed to get a reaction out of Yoongi and he’s relieved that no one mentioned anything about Instagram or the flirting that happened last time. Maybe they were both tired when it happened. 

He stops thinking about it then and enjoys the night out with Hyeji. They eat at a cute restaurant but as soon as they have finished eating, they go back to their hotel. They need to sleep and recharge for the next day's race. Jimin can’t wait to see the results of it, he wonders if Yoongi will do better or worse. It’ll be fun if he ends up lower than his starting place. Jimin would write a firebomb article if that happens. 

But as soon as the race ends, Jimin is left with his mouth hanging open. Not only did Yoongi avoid crashing his car again, but he ended up getting first place, winning the race. Jimin takes his time to watch the podium, he loves seeing the three winners have their fun and shower themselves in champagne. When Min Yoongi receives the cup, he brings it up with one arm, his other free hand flies to his mouth and then up into the sky again. 

He wonders what it means but it’s not crucial to Jimin right now. Jimin will have to step up his game and look for insight. How was it possible for Yoongi to win so easily? Maybe he was helped? Well, RL didn’t do a good job with their strategy, disadvantageous to their own drivers, and AlphaK took advantage of it. 

“First place for the second time, how are you feeling?” Jimin asks Min Yoongi as the man sips from his bottle of water. Drivers lose 4 kilograms of fluid during the race, so it’s good that he’s drinking. “Quite good, I must say. But again, I don’t want to get too ahead of myself, the season is long and so many things can happen.” 

“And that’s good, because by data you weren’t the fastest car on track. Do you think your victory was possible because RL messed up with their pit-stops?” Jimin asks and he can see Yoongi’s jaw clench for a second. His hands close around the railing that separates driver and journalist. “Winning a race is always a combination of luck, using other’s missed chances and talent.” Yoongi diplomatically says and Jimin grins, he’s getting on his nerves. “I think the media are still not convinced about the talent part.” 

Yoongi looks at Jimin, he raises an eyebrow but then a sly smile settles on his face. “Then I’ll have to show them how good I can be.”

“As of now, not impressed. Work harder.”

“Not to sound like a broken record but the media is so hard to please, but I like a challenge, and today was definitely one of them.” And once again before Jimin can fire back Yoongi’s manager, Lia- she has the softest feature Jimin has ever seen, round nose and the sweetest eyes- pushes him away. Jimin hears her faintly say, “ Could you stop making my job difficult?” accompanied with Yoongi’s laugh, a sound Jimin never heard directed to him. 

Jimin is bewildered, did he really mention what he told him in the gym? That Jimin is hard to please? Was he doing an innuendo to that conversation? This is the second time that something like this happens and Jimin doesn’t really know what to think of it. It’s nice receiving attention but he’s also confused because Yoongi only flirts with him in front of the cameras, and the few times they are alone it’s never good words. 

They don’t like each other, and Jimin knows that they are just incompatible. It feels like it, and Jimin is rarely ever wrong. His friends, specially Hyeji, as always envied him the way he could read a room, being mostly right every time. 

Jimin knows that this is fishy. Yoongi spoke to him one time when they were alone, and he just said his surname. It was Jimin that was pushed with more annoying questions. Why is he flirty with him in front of the camera? Is there something going on between the fans that Jimin is not aware of? Is Yoongi using him for some kind of fan service? 

This is not good, and that’s why Jimin finds himself in the hotel’s restaurant, alone, with his laptop in front of him, looking for what the fan thinks of Yoongi’s flirting. Twitter is the best place for it and what he finds is unbelievable. He cuts a piece of steak while he reads a tweet about them. 

He looked right in his eyes, park jimin national hero that kept it together

or

i mean, this is better than any fic- this is enemies to lovers in real time

or

“not to sound like a broken record”????? when did he say it again?? am i missing something?? omg what if they talked privately about ‘being hard to please’ holy shit

or

PARK JIMIN LIKED A POST ABOUT YOONGI THEY ARE SO TOGETHER

“Shit, they noticed.” He says to himself, bringing his glass of red wine to his lips, he makes it twirl before sipping on it. “They weren’t the only ones.” A deep voice startles Jimin so much that he spills some of the wine on the table. “Oh, shit.” 

Yoongi was right behind him and Jimin didn’t notice, he must have seen everything Jimin was reading. “That’s the second time you say it, I expected from a journalist with such a ready pen.” Yoongi continues his teasing while Jimin dries the stain on the tablecloth with a napkin. Thankfully it didn’t spill on his laptop. Jimin only glares at him, he can say shit just as many times as he wants. Especially when Yoongi just admitted that he has indeed noticed Jimin’s accidental like on Jeongguk's post. Shit, shit, shit !

Jimin closes his laptop, taking it away from the table and putting it inside the bag he left by his side. “Who said you could sit there?” Jimin questions and Yoongi only leans into the seat, making himself more comfortable. “You know, for someone who has a crush on me I had hoped you’d be sweeter. I like sweet.” Yoongi casually speaks, thankfully Jimin wasn’t drinking, or he would have spat the wine directly out on the man in front of him, staining his white shirt with no regrets. 

“Says who?” 

“The internet.” 

“For someone who knows the internet says a lot of things about people, I hope you’d be smarter. I like smart.” Jimin says, carding his hands under his chin. He looks at Yoongi waiting for the fire back, he’s used to it by now. Their interviews are a constant back and forth, and Hyeji didn’t let him attend press conferences because she knows he’d create pure chaos between all the people there, drivers, MCs, and other journalists. “Was my flirting really that cheap?” leaves Yoongi's mouth and for a moment Jimin is taken aback. Are they really talking about that now? But mostly, why are they talking about that now?

“By admitting you were flirting with me, you also admit you’re the one with a crush.” Jimin points out and Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t deny it but he also acts like he doesn’t care. “But you were the one liking the post about me.” He fires back and Jimin rolls his eyes, poker face. “It was a mistake.” 

“Nice try-“ Yoongi scoff, his hair is short, showing an undercut. The platinum blond hair falls straight over his eyes, a bit of black growth picking through. He seems relaxed, no makeup on and he’s sitting in front of Jimin like he has all the time in the world. Like he doesn’t live his life on a speed trap that reaches more than 300kh/h. He’s calm and collected, “It’s 2022, no one likes Instagram posts by mistakes anymore.” 

But if Jimin looks into his eyes he can see that all that calm and connectedness goes away. He’s studying Jimin’s every moves like a feline, so he needs to be careful of his every move. “It wasn’t even your post, and it’s not like I never like anyone’s posts.” That’s a lie, Jimin never interacts with any driver’s post because he doesn’t want to be accused of any favoritism. 

“The thing is you don’t.” Yoongi says and Jimin needs to act cool. Poker face. 

Jimin pushes his chest against the table, “What? Do you monitor what I do online?” Jimin asks casually and he can see a faint, barely-there, pink color on Yoongi’s cheeks. “Was it?” Yoongi asks, ignoring Jimin’s questions. 

“What was it?”

“Was my flirting really that cheap?”

Oh, that. 

“Of course.” Jimin says, but he doesn’t give Yoongi the time to fire back, he keeps going on, “Everything you do is cheap: racing, working out, flirting-“ Jimin lists on his fingers. Yoongi shifts on the chair, his hand carding through his hair from behind to make it fall a bit more over his eyes. The gesture for some strange reason makes Jimin feel hot. 

“Are you always so bitchy or-?”

“You say it like it's a bad thing.” Jimin counterattacks, “Be original if you want to insult me, use your imagination.” 

Yoongi sets his eyes on him, his tongue licking his plump lower lip. “If my flirting was so cheap, why did you flirt back?” 

“I did what now? I didn’t flirt back, why would I flirt with you?” Jimin asks, his voice raised involuntary. He wasn’t flirting with him. Okay, maybe he was but it was just that, mindless flirting and Yoongi doesn’t need to know. And why are they even talking about it?”

Yoongi chuckles, “It’s so funny to see you getting all worked up, you go all out on me but now you can’t put two words together. Is it because your crush is in front of you?” 

“Sorry to disappoint you but I have much higher standards.” Jimin sits back, his back touching the chair. He feels like he has control of the situation now, but with Yoongi he can never say. It’s exhausting not being able to predict his next move, even if Jimin makes up a different scenario for how conversation between them will develop. “Meet me at the Clock’s Tower in Imola, I’m sure you know which one I’m talking about, Friday at 7pm.”

Jimin is bewildered for a moment, what is happening?

“What-?” he asks because he doesn’t understand what is happening. Yoongi chuckles and Jimin feels like fuming. “Again, for someone so quick to throw every knife he has at me, you’re very slow right now.” 

Jimin raises one eyebrow, “Insulting the man you’re asking out on a date it’s not a great move, has anyone ever told you that?” Jimin retaliates, still trying to process why Yoongi asked him to meet him. It doesn’t make any sense. 

There’s no way that Yoongi really thinks that he’ll go on a date with him. “Are you doing it for clout? Because if you’re flirting only to get more attention by the media-“ 

“What? You’d be sorry if my intentions are not sincere?” Yoongi says but Jimin doesn’t answer, he sets his eyes on Yoongi who can’t resist, he looks away when he speaks again, “I’m not. I’m just asking you out on a date.” 

“The answer is no.” 

“Why no?” Yoongi’s head snaps up, one of his eyebrows raising, an expression Jimin is familiar with. But right now he feels like he doesn’t recognize the man at all. Why is he asking him out on a date if they clearly don’t like each other? They are not even capable of having a civil conversation without trying to get on each other’s nerves. 

“ ’cause.” 

Yoongi clicks his tongue to the side of his mouth, Jimin’s blood boils for a moment. His eyes follow the motion of Yoongi’s tongue, and he shakes his head to get back to himself. “I’m not gonna settle for that.” Yoongi says and Jimin feels cornered. He just can’t go on a date with Yoongi. It doesn’t make any sense. Why are they even talking about it?

Jimin scoff, “Do I really have to tell you? We don’t like each other, that much is obvious. So why bother with a date and waste both our time?” 

“That’s exactly why we should go- I mean, you don’t like me, so it’s not like you have something to lose if you do come. And Friday’s nights are always boring, I bet you wouldn’t have anything better to do.” That much is true, the most exciting thing Jimin does on Friday’s night is dinner with Hyeji, because they want to be fresh and well rested for qualifying. 

He hates that Yoongi’s reasoning makes sense. He has nothing to lose, and Yoongi must see it in his eyes that Jimin is giving up. “Imola, Clock’s Tower on Friday at 7pm.” He says again and just as he came, he goes away leaving Jimin startled. He didn’t give him time to answer back, to say no another time. Because even if he was thinking about it, he was going to say no again. But Yoongi is gone and Jimin can see him walking away without looking back.

He needs to find a way to ditch the invitation, he could just not go but it would be very rude of Jimin and he doesn’t want to get on Yoongi’s level, insulting him while asking him on a date? Rude. And he can’t even dare to text him, Jimin would rather chop his hands off than send him a direct message on Instagram saying that he changed his mind. 

“Shit-“ he says again, this time no one answers and Jimin brings his hands through his hair, pushing it back. “I’m not gonna tell Hyeji.” He says but- 

But of course , she can read it on his face the moment she barges into Jimin's room the same night. The thing is that she doesn’t ask anything, she only looks at him with her foxy eyes, and a grin over her face. She has her long hair down her shoulder, but she has strapped some strands with colorful clips on the sides of her head so that it doesn’t go over her eyes. “Do you have something to tell me?” She asks then because she loves to tease Jimin and maybe he should just give in, remove the band-aid in one go. “Yoon-“ 

“IKNEWIT” She says all at once making Jimin laugh out loud, “I didn’t even say anything yet!” he reasons and she shakes her head, “I don’t need to, that long face and his name are enough. He asked you out, didn't he?” 

“How did you even guess that?” Jimin wonders, “It’s obvious, you’re the only one not seeing it.” she teases and Jimin shakes his head. Hyeji claps her hands excitedly, “You’re way more excited than I am.” He confesses and Hyeji looks at him, raising one eyebrow. “That’s because I don’t have a stupid feud going on with him and also because I’m not too prideful in admitting you’d let him ravish you.” She says and Jimin pinch the skin of her legs, “You’re so silly. It’s not a stupid feud, I’m just stating the truth and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t make any sense for him to ask me on a date.” 

“You might write the truth, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t like you .” Jimin can’t believe her reasoning, “Why would you like to go out with someone who tears you apart as a job?” It just doesn’t make sense to him, there must be something more to it. Yoongi has never shown any interest in Jimin and now, all of a sudden he’s asking Jimin on a date. 

“You should ask him that once you’ll go out with him. And don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“The one you make when you’re trying to find a solution to avoid a situation.” 

She knows Jimin better than he knows himself. “Why should I go?” he asks her, but mostly himself. He doesn’t have any good reason to go. “I don’t like him; I don’t know him and for the little bit I saw we’re just incompatible. Plus, the timing is fishy, I can smell the whole ocean.” 

“Well, we’re in Australia, we’re surrounded by it.” 

Jimin takes a pillow from the couch he has in his room and throws it at her. She catches it, “You’re so unserious, why did I befriend you?” 

She stands up and walks over the mini fridge. “Because you know I am the best thing that ever happened in your life, you ungrateful idiot.” Hyeji hands one beer to Jimin and he thanks her, even if she just insulted him. She sits back on the couch, her legs over the cushions while Jimin is sitting on the floor, opposite of her so that he can look at her. “Why do you think it is fishy?” she asks, opening the can of beer. She’s not judging, just curious. Jimin takes the time to think about it, and Hyeji lets him. He loves this about her, she never pushes when Jimin needs to put his thoughts together. 

Jimin mimics her and after a long sip he answers, “The internet wants us together and I fear he might be using that as a cover up for his failures.” Jimin offers and she doesn’t tease him about it. She knows this might be a possibility because it has happened before, and she was the one to write an article about it. “But at the same time, he seemed genuine over it, but it’s hard to believe because I never give him a chance to develop a crush on me- like, I destroy him with my articles and interviews, he should resent me.” 

“You don’t get to decide what other people feel-“ she starts and Jimin crosses his legs, pushing his hair back. “It could be a possibility, him using you but I don’t think it is. What does your gut say?” 

Jimin gut says to trust him, that this is not a trap. He doesn’t need to say it out loud for Hyeji to understand it, she reads it on his face. “Then, stop overthinking this and just enjoy the date. If you don’t like it, you can say you tried but that it wasn’t a match. If it’s terrible you can keep on writing shit about him- you dated worst human cases anyway.” 

“I can’t say you’re wrong on that- “ 

She jumps on the couch, kneeling on it, “Of course, you can’t! Do I have to remind you of the guy that asked you to meet his parents after you had sex? The second time you were going out?” 

“Oh my god, please-“ Jimin laughs, “He was so shocked when I ran away and blocked his number for good. But speaking of dates, how’s your girlfriend ?” Jimin asks and Hyeji sighs dreamily, lying down on the couch this time. She told Jimin that Rebecca asked her to make it official and Hyeji has been over the moon about it. But they didn’t have much time to talk about it, but now Jimin can listen to everything Hyeji has to say. She’s sweet, a hopeless romantic who believes in the power of love and that sentiment is enough to get through everything. 

Or maybe she has just found someone that makes her feel that way. Jimin has never felt such a strong sentiment, even when he thought he did, he always found that the next person he was with made him feel differently. He never experienced the I want this everyday, I know I want this to last - it was never that, but the stars in Hyeji’s eyes makes Jimin understand that she’s going through it. She’s twenty-seven, only two years older than Jimin, and she has always expressed the wish to build a family, to go back to the one she loved. Jimin really hopes Rebecca can be that for her. “I need to meet her.” He says and Hyeji nods, “She wants to meet you too, you’re going to love her!!” 

Jimin smiles, he’s sure he will. She makes Hyeji’s heartbeat faster, and if Hyeji loves her Jimin is sure that she’s a great person. “She needs to pass the vibe check.” He adds, because he’s still Hyeji’s friend and he needs to make sure that Rebecca is truly a great person. He can’t leave anything out. Hyeji rolls her eyes but at the same time Jimin can see in her eyes that she’s grateful to have Jimin, someone who will protect her with his life.

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“You’re not going out wearing that, are you?” Hyeji asks, pointing an accusing finger to what Jimin is wearing: a simple shirt, a cardigan over it, dark jeans, and his loyal Chelsea boots. “Why? What’s wrong with it?” Jimin asks, looking at himself in the mirror of the hotel room he has in Imola. 

Jimin has always loved Italy, especially during springtime. It’s chilly, sunny but never too hot or stuffy. Jimin loves it and it’s the perfect weather for the outfit he chose. He’s getting ready to go out with Yoongi, at the infamous date he doesn’t really want to go to. It’s almost half past six and Jimin should already be ready and out to meet with Yoongi at seven, but Hyeji apparently has a different plan. “Are you shitting me? That outfit screams ‘I’m not even trying, I don’t want to be here, let’s end it already’.” 

“Did it say all that?” Jimin says, looking down at his clothes and he can see Hyeji crossing her arms over her chest, she’s not amused by Jimin. “At least try to pretend you want to go and have fun.” She says while she disappears for a second, Jimin hears a soft click, and he knows she left his room. He takes the time to judge his outfit; it is kind of true that he didn’t put much thought into it, but he thinks it’s cute, nonetheless. He likes the softness of the cardigan and his jeans hug his thighs perfectly. “Now, you’re going to wear this.” She throws a white blouse to him; he takes it and puts it on the bed to look at it. It's sheer white, almost translucent with a deep v-cut. “And this-“ Hyeji walks closer and she shows Jimin a black jeans jacket. “Put in some effort, this-“ she points to Jimin’s cardigan, “You can wear it on your fourth date.” 

“We won’t go that far so why bother?” 

Jimin sees her rolling her eyes, “Change. Now.” 

Jimin follows her order and he quickly changes his shirt and puts the jacket on. He and Hyeji have the same height and they often exchange clothes, it’s convenient when they travel so much and Jimin feels like he has a sister who steals his clothes from his wardrobe. It’s nice and in a situation like this it’s lifesaving and handy. “Is it better now, mom?”

“Oh, shut up. You know it’s better. Now, stop fussing around and go.” She kisses his cheek and sends Jimin out of his own room. He has been fretting about this day for the past week, and she knows. Jimin hasn’t wrapped his head about the fact that it doesn’t make sense that Yoongi just asked him out on a date like this, and it makes much less sense that Jimin is actually going on said date. He hasn’t heard from Yoongi since he asked him out, not that they have exchanged numbers or anything, but maybe Jimin might have made some searches online. 

The man is incredibly private and the only thing up to date that Jimin can find is a verified Instagram account, @MinYoongi_AlphaK, but the posts are clearly made by his social media management. If Jimin looks digs deeper though, there is another account, with millions of followers but is basically dead; @Min_Yoongi_Official the handle says, it’s verified as well but the last photo is from weeks ago, and there’s a span of months between every shot Yoongi posts. He’s definitely not active on the app. He appears in Jeongguk’s video but that’s it. It’s driving Jimin crazy, not being able to understand what is going on. It’s ridiculous, he doesn’t get why he has to go on a date with someone whom he doesn’t even like. Why should he waste his time like this? Once again, not like he’d have anything better to do but at the same time he doesn’t get why he has to spend the rest of the evening with Min Yoongi. 

Why does Min Yoongi even want to date him? They have never spoken more than ten minutes and it has all been teasing to get the worse out of each other. It doesn’t make any sense but what doesn’t make even more sense is that Jimin in the end accepted. Why? He doesn’t know but maybe he really didn’t want to look back and have regrets, or he didn’t want anyone to say to him that he didn’t even try . It’s not what he wants, and he hates saying it to himself in the first place. He decided a long time ago that he would try, trying is the least he owns himself. He wouldn’t be here working for Racing Point if he didn’t try that day. 

So Jimin is going, and he walks by foot to the meeting point, it’s not far from the hotel and he likes how crowded it gets as he gets closer. He looks at his watch and he’s only five minutes late, it could have been worse. 

The streets are crowded, he likes people, and he likes being surrounded by them. He doesn’t know why so many are out in the street though, yes, it’s a Formula 1 weekend in the city and he knows people like to be out and about, excited for it, but this is not it. This is relaxed, happy and welcoming. He notices people talking, having fun and laughing about something that Jimin doesn’t know and doesn’t even want to, just watching their happiness puts him into a good mood. 

He keeps walking and when he gets to the meeting point he doesn’t spot Yoongi immediately, it’s the man who spots him and surprises him from behind. “Park.” He says and it makes Jimin turn, “Min.” he greets and he’s left speechless for a moment. 

The driver has his hair pushed back, a ginger color that wasn’t there before. He’s wearing a black shirt with a leather jacket, and light jeans. And Jimin gulps at the sight, his body betraying him, making him notice how dangerously gorgeous Yoongi is. Fucking hell- he mentally thanks Hyeji for making him change clothes or he would have felt underdressed. Not that he cares but he doesn’t want Yoongi any reason to tease him. “You’re late.”

“By five minutes, you should be grateful I’m here in the first place.” Jimin says nonchalantly, and he can see Yoongi shaking his head, an amused smile on his face. 

Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of him. It's not that the man is elegant, he’s just- beautiful, and sexy. There’s nothing much about his outfit but he wears it without much effort, his aura right now it’s making Jimin feel very weak. But he collects himself soon enough. “Are you always this straightforward or is it something you do only with me?”

“You’re not special, Min. I just don’t like beating around the bush, it’s a waste of time. Just say what you need to.” Jimin explains his reason, he’s not one of those tactless people. He knows when he needs to show his empathic side. It’s always there but Jimin has learned to hide it when necessary. Yoongi nods at his words, but Jimin keeps going. “So, what are you planning to woo me with?” 

“You put me under a lot of pressure, you know?” Yoongi says and Jimin chuckles, “You’re a Formula 1 driver, you should be used to it by now.” Jimin teases, Yoongi doesn’t answer him, he only stares at Jimin, down to his shirt and then up to his lips, Jimin smirks and Yoongi sets his eyes on him. Jimin can see he’s thinking but in the end, he decides to not say anything. He just starts walking and Jimin has to follow to not be left behind. “There’s a festival tonight, food and craftsmanship stalls. I thought it might be cute.”

Jimin hums as he walks by Yoongi’s side, they both keep their arms by their side and Jimin is, for some reason, hyper-aware of all the slight and unconscious time they touch. Nothing happens, of course but it’s there and it tickles the back of Jimin’s mind. He can’t hide that physically Yoongi does things to him, and it’s been so long since Jimin has been physical with someone. 

The first distraction comes when they arrive at a square, he looks around and he starts to see some food stalls, many different smells come his way and his stomach starts rumbling. Yoongi looks at him, and Jimin pretends as if nothing happened. “Why did you ask me on a date?” he asks out of the blue, he needs to know, and he needs to have an answer by Yoongi, now. 

“It’s forbidden to?” Yoongi is studying the food, trying to pick one. There’s Mexican, grilled meat, stands that make fried pizza, and others that make typical Italian food. There’s a lot of people queuing in front of a stall who make pasta, but it also sells wine so maybe it’s also because of that. Jimin would love a glass of wine right now, he thinks he’ll need it to get through the evening. “Could you answer my question?” Jimin asks when he notices that Yoongi is ignoring it in favor of trying to locate something, he smiles when he sees it. Jimin tries to follow his gaze but it’s hard to understand what made him smile. 

“Could you stop being a journalist for just a second? Not everything has an answer- Come with me.” 

“Only if you answer me. And it does, everything has an answer, and I’d like one.” 

Yoongi stops and turns around to look at him, the many people around them force them to be close. And Jimin is pushed against Yoongi’s chest when two running kids get past them. Yoongi’s arms fly around his waist, helping Jimin not lose his balance. “How many spaghetti are on that plate?” Yoongi asks, pointing to a couple walking in front of them that’s holding a plate. Jimin would love to wiggle away, he doesn’t give a shit about how many strings of pasta are there-

“I don’t know. What does it ha-” 

“See? Not everything has an answer.” Yoongi traps Jimin and he’d love to scream at him, but he only detaches from him. This is going exactly as he was expecting. He can’t believe his mind was even walking the path of entertaining anything sexual with the man (because let’s be honest, he wouldn’t mind).

Yoongi is being the asshole Jimin knew he would be. 

After that he doesn’t talk to Jimin, he doesn’t tell him where they are going, he only puts a hand behind his back and guides him through the people. Jimin would love to move away but there are so many people that he feels safer not leaving Yoongi’s side for now. Not that he’s not capable of defending himself, but he’s a bit out of place. It looks like Yoongi knows where he’s going, he looks in control of the situation and of the place. 

Yoongi gets closer to a stand that’s hidden in a corner, there are a few people standing in line, and he waits behind them. “You didn’t answer my question.” He tries again and Yoongi doesn’t even turn when he answers. 

“Oh my god- I wanted to ask you out on a date, that’s it.” 

“Okay, but why?” Yoongi groans but then it’s their turn and he turns to talk to the person behind the stall. 

“ Buonasera, cos- Oh, Min Yoongi?” The man behind the cash register greets them in Italian.  He must be a Formula 1 fan if he recognizes Yoongi in a split second. If Jimin is not mistaken he said Good evening, but his knowledge of Italian language ends there.

“Hi, yes it’s me.” Yoongi answers in Italian and Jimin doesn’t miss the faint pink color on his cheeks. “You remembered about us?” the man says, he’s a man in his seventies, a sweet smile on his face. 

“Marco, of course. I’ve never eaten anything better than your product. Is Caterina still making that phenomenal brazadela ?” he asks and Jimin finds it hard to follow the conversation, the two of them are talking in Italian and Jimin wonders where Yoongi learned it. Since he doesn’t understand what they are talking about, Jimin takes his time to look at Yoongi. To properly look at him; the ginger hair enhances his sharp side, his jaw, and his eyes. Looking at his face he might seem bored most of the time, but Jimin thinks he has never seen eyes more expressive. They are felines, reminding him of a cat mostly. 

But there are softer features as well, Yoongi’s nose, round and button-like. His lips, the lower plummer than the upper, which is thinner but of a sweet pink color that reminds Jimin of sour cherries. 

Yoongi seems to be familiar with the man, Marco- Jimin at least caught his name- and he’s giving Yoongi two piadinas and a white bag with something else inside that Jimin can’t recognize but its smells amazingly sweet. “ Grazie, Marco.” Jimin understands that much, thank you, Marco . 

Then the man asks Yoongi something, pointing to Jimin that makes Yoongi blush more than Jimin has ever seen. “No, no-” Yoongi explains, but they keep on talking in Italian and Jimin doesn’t understand. He’ll ask Yoongi, hoping the man will answer him. 

The conversation’s probably coming to an end and when Yoongi pays, even after Marco tries to dismiss him, Jimin knows it’s done. They say their greeting, Jimin let's Yoongi do the talk and off they go to walk again. Yoongi guides Jimin and he brings him to the start of the market, where all different kinds of stalls are. Yoongi chooses food they can eat while walking. 

Imola’s streets are so nice, everything is lightened with warm light, and the historical building puts him in a constant state of wonder. “Where did you learn Italian?” Jimin asks, forever curious. 

“I trained for some years here, I had to learn it to survive.” Yoongi explains, “Here, eat this.” Yoongi hands him a plate with two piadinas Yoongi just bought on it, it’s typical of the place and Jimin likes it a lot but for the sake of it he- “And what if I didn’t like it?” 

“Do you have to make everything so difficult?” Yoongi asks, his head turning to look at Jimin, his brow raised as if he’s challenging Jimin to say more. Jimin gives in, food in hand and after a bite, (an incredibly good and delicious bite), he speaks, “If you would answer my questions.” 

“Again, could you stop treating this as an interview?” Yoongi talks calmly, but there’s an undertone of annoyance that Jimin doesn’t miss. 

He takes another bite of his food, he was really hungry. He didn’t eat lunch because he was agitated and annoyed by the whole situation with the date. “Is it good?” Yoongi asks and Jimin has to nod, “It’s incredible.” he admits and a smile settles on Yoongi’s face. Jimin stares at it for a moment too long, but then he recovers because Yoongi takes the other piadina for himself and keeps on walking. They eat it as they walk, but Jimin doesn’t know where to go. 

“How did you meet that man, Marco?” Jimin asks and Yoongi takes a look at him to check if Jimin is interrogating him or not, for once he doesn’t seem to be, he’s genuinely curious. “I met him last year, I needed a distraction. I think one of your articles went online where you divulged you’re pretty words for me, and I decided to go out.” Yoongi explains and Jimin giggles, “Is it fun?” 

“Me making your life miserable? Absolutely, but go on, please.” 

Yoongi lets it slide, but he does as he’s asked. “It wasn’t an easy time, I really needed the distraction so I started wandering around and I ended up here, the same festival was going on and Marco recognized me, he has been a Formula 1 fan since forever and still follows every race. He offered me half of a piadina and his wife offered me a piece of brazadela.” 

“What’s that?” Jimin asks because he doesn’t know, Yoongi walks closer to him, opening the bag to let Jimin spy inside. “It’s a typical doughnut, it doesn’t have a hole and it’s usually oval-shaped but Caterina cut it for us.” 

Yoongi fumbles a bit with the bag, and he offers Jimin a piece of it. There’s a moment of peace between them, maybe it’s the effect of a full belly but it’s kind of nice. Not that it changes anything between them. “Oh god, it’s amazing.” Jimin moans around a mouthful and Yoongi nods. “Of course it is, that’s why you should just trust me and stop asking .” 

“You know that by saying that I’ll be asking even more questions?” 

“Are you always so annoying?”

“Nope, just with you.” Jimin raises his hand and he caresses Yoongi’s arm, Yoongi follows the motion. “This is special treatment.” 

“I’m so lucky.” Yoongi jokes, annoyance on his face. “ You asked me out, what were you expecting to happen precisely?” Jimin pushes because he needs to know. 

“That’s just another way of you asking me why I asked you out.” Yoongi points out and Jimin snorts, feeling called out. “Maybe, but could you tell me why?” 

“Only if you say please .” Yoongi whispers the last words, making Jimin’s blood run faster- they could have so much fun if only he didn’t irritate Jimin so much. Yoongi keeps on walking, not waiting for Jimin. They are talking and Jimin needs to look at his face to be able to detect his expression but the man just walks away, he only turns around when he notices that Jimin is not following. “Come on, Park. I don’t have all night.” he says and Jimin feels like he’s about to commit murder. 

He doesn’t have all night and yet he was the one to ask Jimin out on a date and he’s not even making sure Jimin is having a good time. He can’t believe this man’s audacity. Jimin jogs to get by Yoongi aside again, having to trust him to know where they are going. 

He can’t recognize any of the streets they are walking in right now, they are following the path created by the many stalls present. Right now the streets are not as crowded as the food square and Jimin notices how Yoongi moves expertly among them. “I’m gonna ask again-”

“Why did you say yes?” Yoongi retaliates and Jimin crosses his hand over his chest. He’s not going to answer that. 

“I asked first.”

“Technically-” Yoongi brings a finger up, “-you announced you were about to ask me a question, but I asked first. It’s rude to not answer.”

It’s rude not to - “I can’t believe you.” Jimin says, nudging Yoongi lightly with his arms, the man chuckles and it makes Jimin's nerves spike. “It’s so easy to make you mad.” Yoongi continues and Jimin scoffs. “I’m not being wooed right now.”

Yoongi brings two hands over his heart, “I’m failing, then.” 

“You’re used to it, aren’t you?” Jimin bites and Yoongi doesn’t answer him right away. Their eyes meet but the silence is awkward. Jimin doesn’t take anything back. It’s only facts. But he does glance over at Yoongi and the man doesn’t look mad, maybe slightly pissed. Yoongi doesn’t say anything to him, but Jimin doesn’t mind because he has many distractions available; the craftsmanship market is beautiful and he is in awe. 

Jimin loves to watch all the different kinds of things that get created by hand; bracelets, necklaces, candles, piggy banks, and wooden clocks, “The darker one is beautiful.” Jimin points to a clock made out of wood.

“That’s walnut, ideal for those kinds of works,” Yoongi explains to Jimin and he listens, even though he didn’t ask. “It’s a softer wood, so it’s easier to work with.” They stand side by side in front of the stall, admiring all the different kinds of creations. The owner is busy with another customer but Jimin doesn’t mind the lack of attention, he doesn’t need anything from it, he just wants to watch. “This is-” 

“Oak-” Yoongi says before Jimin can even finish talking, “Hardwood, I wonder how many hours he spent on it to work on those small details.” His long finger softly touches the engravings on it  and Jimin needs to look away. 

After that they keep walking, Jimin is looking everywhere but Yoongi. “You know so much about wood, you should have pursued that career,” he says at one point, “-maybe you’d get good results there.” They have left the market and entered a more quiet street. Jimin is just walking with Yoongi now, he has no idea where he is but then he spots his hotel and he understands. Finally, they can part ways. It’s getting late and neither of them seems to enjoying the date to the fullest. The tension between them is high, but not the good kind. If they could jump to each other’s throat they would. 

“You and your sharp tongue-” Yoongi comments, stopping in his steps. Jimin mirrors him but he rests his back against the wall of their hotels. They are in a corner, shadows playing on their faces. 

“What about it?” Jimin pushes his chin out, and Yoongi’s eyes narrow. He steps closer to Jimin, his eyes moving up and down from his lips to Jimin’s eyes. Jimin’s breath falter when Yoongi takes another step, his pointer and thumb on Jimin’s chin. 

He feels his skin burning, and he doesn’t like that it feels this way. “I’ll be able to shut you up, one day.” Yoongi says, their noses are incredibly close. Jimin didn’t realize how close they were, how he can count Yoongi’s every eyelash. 

“It’s cute to see you try but I don’t think you’ll be a-” the words are cut off from Jimin’s mouth. Yoongi’s lips are on his, hungry and angry. Jimin should push him away, he knows he should but it feels nice and deep down he knew that this was going to happen. But even if he knew, that doesn’t remove the initial shock. 

Yoongi’s lips are soft, just like Jimin had imagined they would be but he never really allowed himself to entertain the thoughts more- but his hand are not, they’re callused when they cup Jimin’s cheek to tilt his head, deepening the kiss. Jimin lets him do it, his hand flying to caress Yoongi's hair on the back of his neck, bringing him closer, arching into his chest. 

Their lips slide together, and Jimin has to choke back a moan when Yoongi’s tongue traces his lower lip. It feels so good, and Jimin opens his mouth a bit more the bolder Yoongi gets with him. His tongue slips inside and Yoongi presses them together against the wall. Their foreheads touch when Yoongi pulls away, their breathing heavy. “Tell me what-” 

“Your room-” Jimin says, clutching Yoongi's hair harder as his lips move down to kiss his neck, making goosebumps appear on his skin. “Bring me to your room.” Jimin pants, arousal heavy in his lower stomach, before he can change his mind. Yoongi catches his lips once again and Jimin lets him do as he please, their tongues pressed together. 

It’s the laughs of some bypassers that makes them sober up, but Yoongi takes Jimin’s wrist, guiding him through the back entrance and up to their room. The elevator ride is not awkward, but really they don’t have time to make it awkward because it only takes a second for Jimin to grab Yoongi’s jacket and pull the man closer, their lips meeting halfway. 

It feels so nice, and it’s been so long since Jimin has kissed- no, since Jimin has been kissed like this . They can’t stand each other but there’s no real aggression in Yoongi’s movements, there’s want and lust, his lips are on Jimin’s like velvet on skin. 

The ding of the elevator's door opening makes them pull apart, Jimin follows Yoongi up to his the door of his room. They are not on the same floor but that’s not trivial right now. What is trivial is for Yoongi to- “Hurry up.” Jimin encourages because he’s having trouble with the keycard, Jimin’s back is on the door and he’s kissing Yoongi’s neck, biting the skin there because the small noises coming out of Yoongi’s mouth fuels Jimin to do more. “How can you be so irritating even in a situation like this?” Yoongi says as he finally opens the door, his hand flying to Jimin’s lower back to prevent him from stumbling. 

“That’s because you could do more to prevent that.” Jimin bites Yoongi’s lower lip and the older uses the chance to deepen the kiss while taking Jimin in his arms. Jimin circles Yoongi’s waist with his legs, his hands cupping the man’s face. Their tongue meets and Jimin knows Yoongi is walking but he trusts him to make sure they don’t fall to the ground, but a yelp still escapes his lips when his back meets the mattress. Yoongi has brought them in his room and Jimin watches with hawk eyes how Yoongi removes his jacket before crawling over Jimin, catching his lips in a searing kiss. 

Jimin moans into it, arching his back to be closer to Yoongi’s body. “Touch me.” Jimin demands and Yoongi pulls away from him, his eyes meeting his- the room is dark, except for the light filtering from the outside, the streetlamp sending in a yellow light that helps Jimin catch Yoongi’s expression. He’s eyeing a prey, and Jimin feels nervous under his gaze but he’s good at not making it show. 

Yoongi’s eyes are expressive, and right now they are devouring Jimin. “Say please.” Yoongi asks but Jimin doesn’t have any of it. So he acts quickly and shifts their position, now he is settled on Yoongi’s lap, leaning down, their lips almost touching. “I don’t beg-” Jimin whispers, as he slowly starts unbuttoning Yoongi’s shirt, his finger lightly touching the skin of his chest. 

Yoongi’s breath is caught in his throat and it makes Jimin’s feel powerful. Slowly he moves his hips, he’s already so embarrassingly hard but Yoongi doesn’t need to know. He has never felt more aroused in a long time. “So, you touch me .” Yoongi asks, his eyes closing when Jimin’s fingers are working on the button right under his navel. 

“Say please.” 

“ Please.” leaves Yoongi’s mouth and Jimin’s eyes set in Yoongi’s, the moan resonates throughout Jimin’s body, right to his dick. He said it with such need that Jimin can’t help but surge forward and let their lips meet. Yoongi gave up, he gave in to Jimin and he has control of the situation now. So, Jimin, for once, does as he’s asked to. He opens Yoongi's shirt completely, kissing every inch of skin he can find, licking the center of his abdomen and admiring how Yoongi’s muscles react to him. 

He’s lean, thin but built perfectly. Yoongi looks like he is sculpted by the gods and Jimin takes his time to appreciate the vision. He doesn’t need to look at the belt to unbuckle it, he knows how to do it with eyes closed. 

Yoongi’s pink cheeks tell Jimin how affected he is by him, but Jimin has only just begun- “I want to blow you, is that okay?” 

“Are you playing nice now?” 

“Me blowing you is being nice.” 

“Yes, yes - just do something.” Yoongi says, annoyance visible on his face but it soon goes away as Jimin slowly settles between his legs still covered with jeans. He pushes them down, mouthing first over Yoongi’s hard yet clothed cock. “Bossy.”

“Shut up-“ Yoongi moans. Jimin is pleasantly surprised to see that he’s huge, his hand circling his dick and slowly moving up and down. “Gladly.” Jimin answers Yoongi, there’s no better way Jimin likes to shut his mouth. He puts it in, slacking his jaw to allow more of Yoongi to enter his mouth.

He circles it with his tongue, bobbing his head up and down. He alternates between slow and faster movements with his hand at the base of it. “Holy shit- Jimin.” Yoongi says, one of his hands flying through Jimin’s hair, keeping him there. He pulls away, “Fuck my mouth.” Jimin says.

“No, I might hurt-“ 

“I wasn’t asking.” Jimin sits up and he sets his eyes on Yoongi’s, he’s waiting and the man is considering the idea. Yoongi gets up from the bed and, “Kneel” he instructs Jimin, who raises an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” 

“If you want me to fuck your mouth we’ll do it like this, so I know it won’t hurt you.” 

“I like a little pain.” Jimin teases and jokes, walking closer to Yoongi and catching his lips again. It’s addicting and Jimin doesn’t want to stop but the idea of having Yoongi fucking his mouth first and then him (possibly) is too alluring to decline. So he falls to his knees and makes his jaw as loose as he can. 

Yoongi starts slow, allowing Jimin to adjust but when Jimin squeezes the flesh of his thigh he starts going faster. Jimin moans around him, feeling him down his throat and his hand pulling at his hair. 

His lower stomach is pulling, screaming at him to do something. He’s hard in his jeans and he desperately needs to touch himself. He goes for it, as his eyes water a bit. “ You feels so good- f-fuck” Yoongi moans as Jimin brings a hand to cup himself. 

Yoongi notices when Jimin moans, their eyes meeting. The older pulls away, he helps Jimin up, “Stop that.” 

“Or what?” 

It’s a flash that goes through Yoongi’s eyes, he takes Jimin in his arms and pushes him down on the mattress again. “You said you wanted me to touch you, let me.” He asks, hovering over Jimin. 

His ginger hair is a mess, but it suits him. “Go on.” Jimin mumbles, and he doesn’t dare say anything else because the look in Yoongi’s eyes takes his breath away. As he helps Jimin out of his blouse and out of his pants, he’s eating him up alive. 

Jimin feels confident in his skin, under Yoongi’s gaze he feels even better. Before Yoongi does something though, he retrieves a condom and a bottle of lube from his bag, throwing them on the bed. “Coming prepared.” 

“You  never know what might happen.” Yoongi says and it makes Jimin chuckles amused, but it soon dies when Yoongi’s lips find their way over his nipple, the tip of his tongue playing with it. 

The other one is under the attention of Yoongi’s finger, which Jimin can’t wait to have inside of him. His dick is screaming for attention, and he tries to use Yoongi’s legs for a bit of friction but the man already seems to know better. He moves so that Jimin is left with nothing but to wait. He hates waiting. “Come on.” He encourages, Yoongi chuckles and Jimin feels his smile on his skin. The man is kissing right under his navel, very close to his groin. 

Jimin feels incredibly good when Yoongi takes him in his mouth, it’s warm and it makes his head spin. Yoongi knows his game and he is definitely a top player, he uses his tongue expertly and Jimin doesn’t even realize when he opens the lube. 

“ Holy-“ he moans, fisting the sheet when he feels the tip of Yoongi’s finger teasing his rim. It feels good, it makes Jimin skin feel on fire and when Yoongi pushes his finger inside Jimin closes his eyes. Yoongi moves it slowly, in and out as he monitors Jimin’s reaction to it. “Add more lube, I like it messy.” 

Yoongi nods, taking his finger out to coat them some more. When he leans down to kiss Jimin to distract him, two fingers push past his rim and Yoongi eats Jimin’s moans with his lips, their tongues pressed together, tasting each other and forgetting about the rest, about their feud. It’s only about pleasure now and Jimin wants it all. 

Yoongi thrust his finger inside of him, up to his knuckles and Jimin’s dick twitch. It’s so fucking good he can’t help but moan out loud. “More, give me more.” He demands and Yoongi does, he does it without saying anything, without making notice that Jimin is indeed begging. 

A third finger is added and Jimin brings Yoongi down with his arms behind his neck, kissing him fiercely. Yoongi has found his prostate and he’s relentless massaging it, making Jimin’s mind lose all his focus, there’s only pleasure, arousal. 

He’s so freaking horny, no one has ever made him feel like this while fingering him. But- “Yoongi- fuck, fuck me.” Jimin demands but Yoongi ignores him, deciding to keep moving his fingers inside of him, thrusting hard over and over on his bundle of nerves. “Oh my- I don’t wanna come like this- please , I-“ 

Yoongi removes his finger, and Jimin whines at the sudden loss but he’s grateful for it. He didn’t want to come like this, he wanted Yoongi inside of him. “You’re such a dick.” Jimin says, his voice a mess from before. 

Jimin feels hot all over, and Yoongi’s skin glistens from sweat. “I listen if you’re polite to me.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“I’m open to anything.” Yoongi remarks and Jimin loses his patience then. He pushes Yoongi down, sitting on his lap once again. “You’re unbearable.” Jimin spit as he splits open the plastic bag, taking the condom out and fixing over Yoongi’s length. “Yet, you’re about to sit on my dick.” 

“And annoying.” Jimin continues, “- arrogant, and so full of yourself.” 

“That’d be you in a second if you’d stop trying to get the last word all the time-“ Yoongi says, flipping their position, his eyes searching and finding Jimin’s. “Stop playing smart with m-”, every word dies down Jimin’s throat when Yoongi suddenly pushes his dick past Jimin’s rim, making him shut up. “Fuck, hyung- “ it slips for the first time and they’re eyes meet, no one says anything but Jimin start moving his hips, asking Yoongi to move. 

He does and he’s weirdly attuned with Jimin already, he had waited for him, anticipating Jimin’s need to adjust; but then he bottoms out and his thrusts become relentless, fast and hard just like Jimin likes it. “Fuck, Jimin, you’re so tight.” Yoongi moans, teasing the lobe of his ear with his teeth. 

It makes Jimin hyper-aware of every touch, he’s feeling so good he’s out of his mind. Pleasure completely fills him, “Shit, hyung- Yoongi.” Jimin whines when the man hits his prostate, giving all his attention to it. Yoongi doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting there, making Jimin see stars. 

Their lips try to meet but it’s mostly saliva, their breath mixing together. “I’m close-“ Jimin pants, finding it hard to put words together. There’s a fire in the pit of his stomach waiting to explode. “Hyung, I’m c-coming. I’m-“ Jimin is loud when he comes and he’s not ashamed of it, he doesn’t care about anyone in the other rooms right now. Let them hear, who fucking cares when he’s feeling like this. 

His toes curl and his legs tremble from the high. Yoongi tries to pull away but Jimin stops him, circling his legs around his waist. “Keep going.” 

By now he knows better than to argue, but he still looks at Jimin to be sure. Jimin nods and he keeps moving inside of him, this time slower because he doesn’t want to hurt Jimin. He’s over-sensitive right now, and a small little whine escapes his mouth. Yoongi kisses it away, leaning down. It’s less messy than before, almost sweeter- almost . Their lips slide together and when Yoongi comes it’s with their foreheads touching. 

The older pulls out before Jimin can say anything, removing his condom and going to the bathroom- Jimin takes him in when he comes back from the bathroom, Yoongi is naked, his pale skin a good contrast with his pink cheeks, rose lips swollen from kissing and his disheveled ginger hair. Jimin doesn’t talk, he lets Yoongi clean the mess they have made. He doesn’t know what to say right now because he’s sobering up and he can’t believe he had sex with Min Yoongi. 

Not to mention that it was the best sex Jimin has ever had. It costs to admit it but it’s the reality. Yoongi was able to pull every string in Jimin to make him experience the greatest orgasms he has ever had. He just knew where to touch, where to caress, and Jimin has to force himself to think about something else or he’ll get hard again. 

Jimin has had his fare share of partners, some he felt something for and some were just a sexual thing, but how he’s feeling right now, it’s new. The peak of pleasure he felt moments ago it’s something new to Jimin, something that can be addicting if he doesn’t play it right. 

“So, did I woo you?” Yoongi asks out of the blue, Jimin turns to lay on his stomach, watching Yoongi lay on his side to face him. 

He’s taking a blanket to put over their bodies, Jimin was feeling a bit chilly. “Nope.” Jimin says and Yoongi chuckles, his head falling on the mattress. He raises it again, leaning it on his palm. “You could have sugar-coated it, you know?” 

“That’s the sugarcoated version.” Jimin reveals, he’s not mad or anything. Slighty pissed if he thinks about the date, but he’s feeling way too good right now, all thanks to the sex to him to actually dwell on it. It’ll come back to him later how insufferable the man laying near him is. “I didn’t have a great time too-” 

“Pardon?” Jimin asks and Yoongi's shoulder shakes as he laughs, Jimin is indignant. “You didn’t have a great- you know what, you arrogant piece of- aaah! ” Jimin yelps when Yoongi pulls him his way, hovering over him. He takes Jimin’s lips again and it’s embarassing how pliant he goes the moment their lips meet, “The sex was great, tho-” Yoongi whispers to his lips moving his kisses down his neck, and Jimin giggles because Yoongi’s breath makes him ticklish. “And this would be a great time to agree with me.” 

“What? Do you need validation?” 

Their eyes meet, and Jimin doesn’t hate the vision above him. Yoongi has a faint smile on his face, his eyes tired but present, “It would be nice.” 

Jimin leans in and leaves a peck on his lips, “I’m not nice.” he whispers to Yoongi’s ear and then he wiggles out from under him and away from his reach, and he starts dressing again. Yoongi doesn’t ask him to stay, he knows better and Jimin doesn’t expect him to. So he sits cross-legged on the bed, he leans on his arms and his eyes don’t leave Jimin, watching his every move. “Do good at qualifying tomorrow, or-” 

“I know the procedure.” Yoongi jokes and Jimin winks at him. He doesn’t get closer to Yoongi but then the man stands up, puts on some clean underwear and follows him. “I know where the exit is.” 

“Can’t you accept an act of kindness?” 

“You just wanted to take one last look at my ass.” Jimin jokes but Yoongi only clicks his tongue, looking down.“It’s a great ass.” he adds and Jimin giggles, he knows. “I work hard on it.” he continues and Yoongi smirks, “Yeah, I noticed.” Jimin doesn’t say anything to that but his mind registers the comment nonetheless, blushing and feeling proud at the same time as the time he spends at the gym pays off. 

Before he opens the door, he turns around to look at Yoongi. He’s leaning against the wall, watching Jimin. He’s relaxed, his arms crossed around his naked chest. “Come on another date with me.” he says and Jimin laughs, his head falling back. 

Yoongi doesn’t falter. “What did Marco say about me at the stall?” Jimin tries because if Yoongi wants another date with him then it’s only fair that Jimin knows what Marco said about him.

“I’d rather die than tell you.” 

“Then my answer is no.” And with that Jimin closes the door and leaves Yoongi behind the closed door.

🏁

Whoever crosses the finish line first at every race brings home 25 points, which is a lot and can help you win the Championship Title; at the end of the season whoever has more points wins it. Only the first ten drivers who cross the finish line get points, the others bring nothing to their teams. 

The first one gets 25 points, the second 18 and the third 15. The fourth place gets 12 points and from that subtracting two down to 1 single point for the tenth place. It’s important to get as many points as possible or the possibility to win the championship in the long run gets slimmer. It's been three races, counting Imola as well and Yoongi has brought 25 points to his team every time, winning. He’s first place in the championship now and thanks to how well Seokjin is performing as well, their team is first place in the Constructor Championship (it’s a trophy that goes to the team, to recognise their hard work; the points for it are a result of the points both driver get at the end of a race). 

Jimin finds it hard to believe but Yoongi did win in Imola- 

“ It’s becoming a habit, isn’t it? Do you feel pressured regarding the Championship?” Jimin asks him, trying not to think about what happened just two nights, where Yoongi was deep inside of him. “I think it’s too soon to start talking about the championship, it is only the fourth race, we have a long way to go.” 

“Are you scared you’re gonna fail?” Jimin insists and he can see Yoongi’s eyebrow twitching, his hands closing around the railing. 

“I hope not, but the season is still long. I don’t want to jinx it for myself.” Yoongi tries to joke and Jimin lets him go, he’s going to roast him another time. 

He did win in Miami as well, even after a disastrous qualifying that made him start from tenth place again. He managed to gain positions, overtaking every single car above him and crossing the finish line first. Jimin was mesmerized by that race, but there was an underlying annoyance because he couldn’t pick anything wrong in Yoongi’s driving that day. He had been perfect and Jimin had to recognize it. Even in Spain, at Catalona’s Circuit, Jimin had to compliment Yoongi on his performance. 

The thing is that Jimin can be complimenting and nice if the situation requires it. Yoongi has been driving well, just as he's ignoring Jimin. Not that he minds, clearly. “You know, for someone who hated the date with him, you’re awfully aware of everything that concerns him.” Hyeji says as they take their luggage at the airport. They have just landed in Monaco for another race, they had a week off after Spain and Jimin is having a hard time admitting that he’d love to have sex with Yoongi again. 

Maybe it’s all conditioned, since the night they slept together, for some reason, his instagram and twitter accounts were filled and bombarded with Yoongi-related posts. Wherever he looked Yoongi was there, even in the street Jimin kept seeing him in loads of Louis Vuitton ads. He was just everywhere and for Jimin it was really hard to just let the memory of that night go. 

“I mean the sex was great, but he’s just so-” 

“-so full of himself, he didn’t answer any of your questions and didn’t take in consideration what you wanted to do. Yes, I know , you haven’t been talking about anything else since it happened.” She calls out and Jimin shrugs his shoulders, “It was terrible and you, as a friend, should listen to me.” 

“No, as a friend I advice you to reach out and ask him to fuck you. You’re insufferable.” she says, “Please, go get laid.” she continues and Jimin giggles at her. She’s not wrong though- it’s just that Jimin has been feeling antsy lately, and he knows a good fuck could change that but he’s too prideful to openly admitt that he wants Yoongi specifically to fuck him again. 

“And stop thinking about him if you don’t plan on doing anything.” 

“I do not think about him.” Jimin says, “I mean I think about him because of how silly he is. How can he even entertain the idea of asking for another date when on the first one-” 

“You’re doing it again.” She groans and Jimin shuts up. “Why should I reach out, it was a one time thing and it’s not like we’re besties now.” He says and then he doesn’t add anything else, Hyeji lets him boil in his own broth. They are both tired and maybe it’s for the better that Jimin just thinks in his own mind. The past weeks have been weird, the article he put out was well received, there was no shit-talk about Yoongi and people have started to wonder why. 

Jimin has monitored Twitter and of course, chaos exploded. Maybe he shouldn’t have written ’ I can now see what everyone else has been seeing in him, when he doesn’t crash his car he drives quite well’ because now people think they are close to marriage, and they couldn’t be further from it. But Jimin had to write it because that was the truth, he doesn’t write mean things just because it’s fun. He needs to report what happens, and the last couple of weeks Yoongi has been doing good.

They don’t talk, and they don’t text either, they don’t have any reason to. The sex they had in Imola was great and Jimin has been getting himself off thinking about it more time than he likes to admit, but if he thinks about how start of the night went he gets as dry as the desert. He firmly believes in his idea of them being incompatible outside of the bedroom. It’s just constant arguing over silly things. 

No one has ever stimulated Jimin so much mentally, but Min Yoongi did, he drove him crazy that night. But again, it doesn’t matter because Jimin knows it was just a one time thing. They don’t like each other. That’s it. 

And Jimin decides it’s time to stop thinking about it because he’s in Monaco, it’s his second favorite circuit of all time. Monaco is the craziest location, by the sea where people anchor their yachts to watch the race. Monaco is known for parties, it’s for contracts and money. There is nothing like Monaco and Jimin lives for it. He is the busiest in Monaco, getting invited to parties and meetings where he can talk with big personalities of the motorsport, where he can let his name grow even more. He loves everything about it, but his favorite part is definitely the parties, he has so much fun at those. Monaco lives for the night life, for music and for having fun and Jimin likes all of the above. 

“Reb is coming with us. Be nice with her.” Hyeji announces as she barges into Jimin’s room the next day. It’s evening, the qualifying resulted in Yoongi getting first place and Jimin had to interview him like a professional, but it was very hard because the man was drenched in sweat, his hair wet and pushed back. His uniform was half down and Jimin had to force himself to stop picturing him on top of him, his skin glistening. It was a hard task but he pulled it together. Thankfully, they had fallen into their usual quarrel again. 

“How are you feeling after getting pole position again?” Jimin asks him, leaning towards the railing where Yoongi is. He has his uniform half down, his usual hat on his head but he removes his in order to fix his hair back- fuck . “It feels nice, I’m looking forward to tomorrow's race.” 

“Do you think you would have gotten a pole even if Kim Seokjin didn’t cause a red flag?” Jimin inquires and Yoongi’s eyes narrow. Right in Q3, a few minutes before the end of qualifying Kim Seokjin hit the barrier. Monaco has thin streets, and difficult corners so incidents are very probable. A red flag stops the session, just as a red flag can stop a race if a major accident happens and debris are all over the track. A red flag allows the stewards to clean up safely, without cars speeding close to them. 

But during a qualifying if a red flag happens less than two minutes from the end of he session then the session won’t be restarted like it happens in races. During qualifying though, seconds can change the result of the starting grid and with Seokjin’s crash freezing the result Yoongi got to start first. 

“Like, Max Hilton was definitely faster than you but he couldn’t end his lap. Was it a strategic decision?” 

“You’re asking if me and the team asked Seokjin to crash?” Yoongi says, dropping his casual and polite tone. He looks at Jimin and doesn’t answer, he only walks away. Jimin feels a hint of satisfaction. 

“I’m an angel.” He says and Hyeji scoffs but there’s no real spite to it. Jimin is kind at heart, he only brings out his claws only when necessary, and that’s in his job. “Yeah, an angel dressed like a devil.” She comments, pointing to what Jimin is wearing, Jimin claps his hands. 

“That’s what I wanted.” he comments, he gives one last look at himself in the mirror. He’s wearing a black sheer shirt with tight blue jeans. He has a choker around his neck and his black hair is styled back. 

He felt bold tonight so he put on some eyeliner, “You look like you want to get a good fuck.” 

“I won’t oppose the idea.” he says, sticking his tongue out at her. She’s wearing a red crop top and a black shirt, it looks so good on her with black stockings hugging her legs. Her hair is let loose around her shoulder, held together by a red clip behind her head. “You look amazing.” Jimin compliments her and she smiles, a rose blush on his cheeks. 

They leave Jimin’s room after that, meeting with Rebecca down the lobby. They have all been invited to the same party that 's held on board a boat. That’s Monaco’s essence, it’s fancy and expensive and Jimin loves everything about it. The hotel is not far from the por, so they decided to walk there. On their way they see other drivers, Jimin spots Max, Yoongi’s rival for the World Title right now, but he doesn’t think much of it. Max has always been polite outside of the track. 

He’s usually arrogant while racing, most of the time he tries to do things he can’t do, pushing it over the gray zone of acceptable and not. Outside of the car he’s a pretty chill guy. 

Drivers were also invited to the party, so Jimin is not surprised that some are gonna be there with him and many other journalists. But he has set his mind off the working mode right now, he just wants to have fun, this is not one occasion where he needs to keep his focus. He can let go and have his fun, and the music is so loud he can hear it from afar. 

There are lights visible from where Jimin stands, waiting for the lady to check their name off the list and help them hop on board the boat. Once he gets to see how big the yacht is, Jimin's mouth falls open. There’s a DJ on the sun deck playing music and he can already feel the rhythm pumping inside of him.

He has had his fair share of wild parties in Monaco, but he has never been on a yacht this huge. The excitement he’s feeling goes over the moon and to his surprise there's even room for dancing, which leaves him almost speechless but also restless, “This is so cool! Who wants to dance?” Rebecca asks and Hyeji and Jimin both raise their hands. They laugh and immediately throw themselves in the middle of the dance floor. 

Jimin has met Rebecca before, they all went out for lunch in Spain and she’s a sweetheart. He’s happy Hyeji found someone funny, someone who gets her sense of humor and someone who will always refill her glass if it's empty. Someone who will give her the last piece of ham (famous in Spain) when it’s all finished. She passed all the tests and Jimin couldn’t be happier for his best friend. 

Rebecca is wearing leather pants and a black crop top, a belly chain made of small diamonds. Jimin plans on dancing with them until he gets his cue to leave them alone. He knows when to stop being the third wheel and he also knows that Hyeji will have her fun tonight by the way she can’t stop eyeing her girlfriend from head to toe. 

He lets the music get the best of him, moving his body accordingly to the beat. It’s sensual, and he knows how to dance to it. So he loses himself in a familiar way, he lets his body do what he knows best. Dancing has always been a great stress relief for him and right now he really needs it. There has been something troubling him lately and he knows that’s is related to Yoongi. He has been trying to avoid the man for as long as possible during the last week and Yoongi didn’t attempt to reach out to him. Not that Jimin minds, he still thinks they are incompatible but then why ask him out on a second date if he was going to pretend as if nothing happened? Jimin can’t really seem to ease his mind, he knows how to do one-night-stand, he’s very good at them and it has never happened that it lingers on his skin so much. 

He’s good at taking whatever he needed from those nights, but with Yoongi there’s just something that feels off, something that doesn’t completely satisfy Jimin because he wants more, he knows that he wants to sleep again with him. The way Yoongi touched him made Jimin feel seen-

-But this is not the time to think about it, it’s the time for Jimin to just dance and remove the racer from his mind. So he does just that, closing his eyes and moving to the beat, enjoying the way his body doesn’t betray him. He only opens them when he feels a body against his back, but his smile falters when he turns around. “And you are?” 

“Your blessing for tonight.” Lame. He doesn’t know the guy, probably the same age as Jimin. His accent is Monegasque so he must be from here. “That’s a bold statement. I’m very hard to please.” Jimin flirts because some mindless flirting never hurt anyone, right? And the guy is cute, not his type but cute; he’s tall, light blue eyes and short hair. He kind of moves along with Jimin but he’s touchy, a bit too touchy for Jimin’s liking. 

But it’s a party, and he wants to have fun so he links his hands behind the man’s neck, to be able to dance better. “You know, I have a private yacht not far from this one.” he starts and Jimin can already see how this night will end. The guy moves closer to kiss him but Jimin avoids him. He’s already not satisfied. “Oh really, is it yours? You must have an important job to afford a yacht.” Jimin comments and he can see the guy boasting his chest like some bird trying to mate. 

The guy starts talking about how he works at his father’s company, and how he will inherit everything. He doesn’t ask Jimin a single thing about his job, what he does, or even his name; not that it’s useful information but at least he could pretend to show a bit of consideration. As the guy is telling Jimin how big his yacht is, (and no, is not an innuendo), he feels eyes on him and when he turns around he finds Yoongi there, looking at him but not moving. 

Jimin doesn’t avert his eyes, and Yoongi doesn’t look too pleased. Flashes of their night together pass before Jimin’s eyes, the sensation of Yoongi’s calloused but tender hands on his skin-

The stranger’s hand is on his waist but it feels wrong, he’s gripping Jimin like he might run away- not so far from the truth, Jimin is bored out of his mind, “So, what exactly do you do at your father’s company?” 

“I- I work there, I told you. He put me in charge, I’m the boss.” The guy says, pulling Jimin closer to him and his hand flying behind Jimin’s back. 

Jimin rolls his eyes, and he moves his head to the side, avoiding another kissing attempt from the man. He’s cute, he can’t say the opposite but he’s just bullshitting his way into Jimin’s pants and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t work for his father, he just uses his father’s money. Jimin has seen a lot and most time he wouldn’t care, not when he’s looking for a good fuck but- Yoongi is watching him, and Jimin knows where he can find real pleasure. 

“Do you want to leave, see the yacht? Have some fun?” The guy says to his ear, trying to kiss the skin there but Jimin puts a bit of a distance between them. His hand on the man's chest to push him away. “Listen- I think I’m going-”

“Cool, let’s go!”

“No, I’m going alone, somewhere without you.” Jimin says and he turns around to gaze in Yoongi’s direction but the driver is not there anymore. Jimin ignores how disappointed he feels.

“Excuse me?” the stranger says, “And I just wasted my time with you like this? The least you could do is come with me.” Jimin sees red, he doesn’t owe anyone anything.  “The least I could do I already did. Dancing with you was being nice. Now, do me a favor and disappear.” Jimin keeps pushing him away, “Go cry to daddy, ask him to buy you another yacht.” Jimin says because no one talks down on him. No one forces Jimin into things. The stranger blushes hard, but he doesn’t move so Jimin adds, “Didn’t I make myself clear enough?” 

“Fucking assh-” the stranger says-

“Okay, kid, I’ll take it from here.” a voice familiar to Jimin says. But he’s not talking to Jimin, he’s talking to the nameless guy. “I’m not a kid and who the fuck a-” 

“Then stop crying like one, will you? and leave. He made it clear you’re not what he’s looking for.” Jimin doesn’t care if the guy walks away then or not because he has already turned around, ignoring the guy in favor of Yoongi. The man is not looking at him, but behind Jimin, probably following the stranger walking away from them. 

“And what is it that I’m looking for, exactly?” Jimin asks, Yoongi walks closer to him. Jimin doesn’t falter in his step, he lets Yoongi come closer and welcomes the hand that settles around his waist. “Someone who’d buy you a drink?” Yoongi tries and Jimin smiles, nodding. 

Yoongi takes his wrist, and he pushes his way among all the people dancing. He gets closer to the bar and orders for Jimin. “Again, choosing for me.” Jimin says, leaning against the counter. 

“Did it disappoint though?” 

Jimin doesn’t answer, he accepts the glass that Yoongi hands him and tastes the alcohol in it. It's prosecco and Jimin smiles at it, it’s his favorite. He brings the glass to his lips again and gulps it down, “It didn’t.” Jimin says, “You don’t drink?” 

“I could but I prefer not to, I’m racing tomorrow.” 

Jimin nods, “Then shouldn’t you go resting?” 

“No.” Yoongi says, taking a step closer to Jimin, “I can have my fun.” He looks at Jimin studying his every expression but he doesn’t let the man talk. “But without alcohol.” Jimin remarks, Yoongi nods as he steps even closer, he’s impossibly close to Jimin, taking his empty glass away from his hand. Jimin puts one hand on Yoongi’s chest, playing with the hem of his black elegant jacket. Underneath his he has a white jumper, ‘Louis Vuitton’ written in red right in the middle. 

“Alcohol doesn’t have to be involved for me to have fun.” 

“And what is your idea of fun?” 

Yoongi grins. 

“This is your idea of fun?!” Jimin asks when Yoongi doesn’t bring him back to the hotel but around the city, phone in hand to look for invaders. “What? Were you thinking something different?” The man plays innocent, cocky, and it gets on Jimin’s nerves. 

Jimin scoffs, of course, he was thinking of something different, and very far from going around the city of Monaco looking for small aliens created with majolica. “Why are you even doing this?” Jimin questions because he doesn’t understand what’s the fun in going around the city trying to spot small invaders, just like the one from the game ‘Space Invaders’, and photograph them. 

“Jeongguk made it a challenge, whoever finds more in the places we visit wins.”

“Wins what?” 

“I win five skips to the gym.” Yoongi announced which makes Jimin chuckle, they are walking side by side, their hands touching every now and then. He feels restless though because this is not what he wanted to do. “And him?”

“I pay for five of his meals.”

“Who’s winning?” Jimin asks because he’s still forever curious. “Him, but he’s cheating because Seokjin is helping him. They take taxis to go to the places listed on the map if it’s too far to get there with just a walk.” 

“It doesn’t look like you’re putting that much effort into winning.” Jimin says getting close to Yoongi, holding his arms for leverage to peek at his phone. Yoongi moves the phone away from him and Jimin doesn’t comment on it. “How does it work exactly?”

And that’s how Jimin spend the rest of the night, listening to Yoongi explain the whole project, created by Franck Slama: he’s an artist that wanted to recycle old majolica, so since he was a fan of the game Space Invaders he decided it would be a fun idea to reuse the majolicas to create a mosaic representing small and bigger aliens. 

At first, he hid them in the french’s rues but the enthusiasm was so big that he started to hide them in bigger cities around the world. “There’s also this app, FlashInvaders, that allows you to photograph the mosaic and keep tab of how many you’ve seen. There’s a lead and Jeongguk is way above me right now. He finds all the bigger ones, those count more points.” Yoongi explains, his phone is now long forgotten in his pocket.

 Jimin listens to him talk and finds that the way Yoongi speaks it’s calm and collected, clear. He likes it. “If you make another snarky comment about me failing, Park-” 

“I wasn’t about to- I do recall that you didn’t like my sharp tongue.” Jimin says and Yoongi turns his head to look at him, his eyes darker than before.

There’s a moment of silence that is soon interrupted by the loud noise of a car passing. They have walked so much that the port is nowhere in sight, they have explored a bit and now they are on the main street. There’s light hanging from the street lamps, making the view romantic, and flowers resting on balconies. There’s life around them, the night is still young and people are wandering about the street; couples, friends, and families. 

“There are many things I don’t like about you.” 

Jimin raises an eyebrow, they were having a normal conversation and now Yoongi’s about to ruin it. Of course, “Such as?” 

“You’re arrogant, you always want to have the last word, you flirt with other men-” 

“Ah, I see-” Jimin smiles at Yoongi’s jealousy, getting closer to him. Jimin knows they are not together but knowing he can make the other man jealous makes him excited. His hand plays with Yoongi’s black blazer. “Yet, you still asked me on a second date.”

“I did.” 

“And you disappeared after asking, not ideal, you know?” Jimin makes the man notice as Yoongi circles his waist with his arm. The contact hangs heavy between them but neither moves forward, “You told me ‘no’, what was I supposed to do?” Yoongi asks and it breaks the moment, Jimin falls back laughing. “So you’re a gentleman.” 

“No, I’m a decent human being.” Yoongi mumbles and Jimin stops laughing. Yoongi is looking at him with a faint smile on his face and Jimin doesn’t understand why, but it’s nice, it suits him. “I have a few things to say about that.” 

“Such as?”

“Oh, you’ll read them-” Jimin winks and starts walking again.

It’s looking good for Min Yoongi; will it stay like this? 

Only 25 points splits Min Yoongi and Max Hilton in the fight for the Championship Title. But are those fair distance points? Let’s see; it would be amazing to just congratulate Min Yoongi on his latest win but , you know me, that’s not my style. He has won, but did he win fairly? I think this game of money is going too far. 

Should I investigate it more? 

I don’t know if the F1 Organization is aware of this but the fan community has been speculating FIA’s decisions just as much as I have. Why does Max Hilton, Min Yoongi’s opponent, get a five seconds penalty for an unsafe release when having a pit stop, when Min Yoongi doesn’t? Is there, perhaps, som kind of agreement lurking in the shadows? It’s easy to win like this, don’t you all think?

This is not subtle work from the Formula 1 Organization, this is absurd penalty handling. 

Just because the commissaries are different, doesn’t mean the penalties should be too. This makes the game unfair, let’s not add more unfairness to an already unfair game. This is going too far;  shouldn’t, at least the race itself, be able to show the real talent of the driver and give them the same possibilities to prove themself? Why is this not happening? Is it maybe because a certain driver has no real talent and it must be covered?

I know Min Yoongi has won everybody's heart already but let’s be real, we all love a good race and so far, with this premise, it’s not. I don’t like this gambling that’s going on, and I hope the F1 community will continue to raise awareness about this, to make the F1 Organization aware of the fact, they can’t let unfair treatment slip under the radar.  

Money can buy wins, but in the long run real talent will cross the finish line. 

-Park Jimin

Jimin reads the article again, he’s satisfied with it. He had to write in right after the Monaco Grand Prix and it has been a mess since then; editing, fact-checking and publishing it on a whim has never been his style. He likes to take his time but Hyeji asked him to strike while the iron was still hot, because the penalties given and non-given were too much to get past them. 

When a driver gets called in the box for a pit stop during a race, he has to make sure that nobody gets hurt because in the box there are people, mechanics, journalists and if the car hits them, it’s dangerous. It’s not the drivers fault if they move when they aren’t allowed, sometimes it’s the team that gives him the okay, even when it’s not. 

It can happen, and it’s ugly when it does but the thing is; if a penalty is given for said unsafe release of the car during a pit-stop to get back on track, then it should be given to everyone who does it. Choosing randomly who gets it and who doesn’t it’s not fair play and destiny wanted Min Yoongi to be one of those that wouldn’t get it. 

Jimin doesn’t understand what's going on and it’s driving him crazy. Why does F1-O want him to win at all costs? There’s no way that Jimin will let this go unnoticed, as long as he’ll have the chance to write he’ll continue writing about it. And it’s not even directly with Yoongi that he has a problem, it’s more with the organization itself but Yoong will have to bear his critics too. Someone must be sacrificed for a good cause. 

Jimin also has a problem with the man, that’s for sure-

Jimin’s back hits the door of his room, and Yoongi's lips are on his. They are warm and Jimin gives him access when he feels Yoongi’s tongue asking for it. Jimin has his hands tangled in Yoongi’s hair and he can feel the arousal rising, he can feel his dick twitching in his pants. His body remembers how good Yoongi made him feel and he wants it again. 

A moan escapes him when Yoongi’s mouth latches on his neck, right under his ear, and his hand traces Jimin’s covered chest, down to his clothed cock. There’s too much between them, and he doesn’t like it. Yoongi starts palming it, and before Jimin can wake all the people sleeping on his floor Yoongi takes his lips, kissing him with meaning and intention. Jimin hates that he melts into it. “Keep quiet.” Yoongi whispers directly to his lips. 

“Make me.” 

But what came after– “What?” 

“I’m gonna make you keep quiet.” 

“Then why did you pull away?” 

Yoongi smirks, and Jimin doesn’t like it. “Because I’m going to sleep in my room, so we won't be loud.” he explains and Jimin is about to scream the worst insult he can at him but the man starts walking and Jimin can’t yell because of said people sleeping on his floor. “Goodnight, darling.” Yoongi says before entering the elevator and disappearing.

Jimin has a huge problem with the man, who left him blue-balled right outside of his hotel door. He can’t believe the man had the audacity to make such a move. He’s furious with him but that rage won’t even touch his article. He’s a professional, and there is no way that his personal life will mix with his working one.

It’s right after dinner time, and the hotel is quite silent. Most people are out celebrating Min Yoongi’s win or just out having fun, but Jimin has a plane tomorrow at around four in the morning; it’s nine in the evening and he still needs to pack his belongings. Hyeji is out with Rebecca but she has always been more organized than him (she’s an Aries), and Jimin has no doubt that she has already packed everything up. 

He’s all alone in his hotel room but he doesn’t mind. He’ll take it slow for once and plus, monitoring the feedback to his article is always so much fun-

He turns to look at the door, someone is knocking but it’s weird- no one of the people he knows are around and he hasn’t ordered anything from room service. It can’t be Hyeji, so- “Seriously?” 

“What?” Jimin leans his body against the door, watching the man in front of him. Yoongi is wearing black shorts and a black wide hoodie. The older one shows his phone screen to him, pointing at the published article. “I think it’s one of my best, don’t you like it?” Jimin asks and he can see Yoongi’s eyes flare up. “Oh no, please I love reading shit about me.” his sarcastic tone only fuels Jimin up more.

“See, you like it too!” Jimin jokes because there’s nothing better than to get on Yoongi’s nerves. Jimin laughs at the annoyed face Yoongi makes but he doesn’t move from where he is, still standing in front of Jimin. “If you were mad about yesterday you could have just said it to me, not write a whole article.” Yoongi shoots his shot and it’s a direct attack. 

“What you did yesterday, no matter how rude and undeserved it was, has nothing to do with my article.” Jimin explains, because he cares about making sure that his professional life doesn’t mingle with his private life. “What you did yesterday might have repercussions here, now.” Jimin says, crossing his arms over his chest. He waits to see Yoongi’s next move and the man just takes a step closer, as much as it takes to be nose to nose with Jimin. “What were you thinking of doing, Park Jimin?” 

“With you? Nothing.” 

“Why?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, he can’t believe he’s entertaining this conversation but Yoongi is still there, in front of him. Phone long forgotten, his attention is now all on Jimin and he can’t hide that he likes it, the way Yoongi’s eyes follow his lips and hardly meet his eyes. “Because if I have to finish alone, I'd rather start alone too.” 

He can see that the implication of his words works on Yoongi, knowing that Jimin has touched himself after Yoongi left him made the man take a step closer. He had to, he has been on edge all night and having Yoongi tease him, kissing him like that, Jimin was forced to intervene. He hates the way he moaned the older’s name. He tentatively plays with the hem of Jimin’s sweater. “Did you think of me?” 

Even if he doesn’t say it Jimin knows that he’s asking if he thought of him while he was getting himself off, and of course he thought of Yoongi, of his expert hands but he’d rather be dead than admitting it to the man. “Because I did.” 

“What?” Jimin asks, shocked to hear how breathless he already is. Yoongi is close, so close, “I thought of you.” He moves his hands to uncross Jimin’s arms as he confessed that he got himself off too. “You could have fucked me.” Jimin says and it makes Yoongi chuckle, Jimin’s eyes fall on his lips. They are so dangerously close, and Jimin can already feel his body giving up. “I could now.” Yoongi says, one of his hands settling on Jimin’s waist. 

He shrugs, moving away from the man and from the door but he doesn’t close it- big mistake, or maybe not- “Leave, I have a plane to get tomorrow and I have to pack.” Jimin says giving him his back, he can’t look at the man right now. He needs a second to gain back the control he was about to lose. He can’t break like this. 

But Yoongi walks closer to him, eliminating the distance when his chest touches Jimin’s back. Jimin hears the door closing on its own. Jimin’s breath is heavy when Yoongi’s hand travels on his arms, caressing them. His finger settles under Jimin’s chin as his lips touch the skin of his neck, leaving small wet pecks. The older makes him turn around, their eyes meeting.

His thumbs gently pass over Jimin’s lower lip and he hates how easy it is for his body to give in. “Ask me to leave again.” Yoongi whispers, he’s waiting for Jimin to answer but there isn’t much to say- he doesn’t know who closes the distance first but Yoongi’s lips are on his and Jimin doesn’t ask him to leave.

Yoongi pulls him closer by circling his waist with his arm, one hand cupping his cheek to deepen the kiss. Jimin allows it all because he has been craving it, he wants to sleep again with the man because no one has ever made him feel so good. It’s an instant reaction the one Jimin has to Yoongi, even if he wished he didn’t have it. 

Jimin shivers when Yoongi’s hand passes through his shirt, touching his skin. It feels like fire and he wants- no, he needs more of it. Yoongi seems to be attuned with it and he removes Jimin’s sweater in a swift motion, leaving Jimin half naked. He doesn’t mind because the way Yoongi looks at him doesn’t make him self-conscious. It makes him feel so good, like he’s the most beautiful thing that Yoongi has ever seen. “You’re a vision.” Yoongi whispers to his lips, making them slide together. 

“Less talk, more action, Min.” he demand even though he’s blushing, and he can feel Yoongi’s smile on his lips, biting on the bottom one. The kiss gets deeper and deeper as they move towards Jimin’s bed, Jimin moves his lips to kiss on Yoongi’s neck but his knees touch the mattress and before he knows it his back is hitting it. Yoongi’s hovering over him, his ginger hair a mess. Jimin helps him out of his hoodie because he wants to see him, too. 

They don’t share words but Yoongi understands just by looking into Jimin’s eyes, he leans down, kissing his lips, his cheeks. He moves to kiss Jimin’s jaw, a bit lower sucking on the skin there, probably leaving  a mark but Jimin can’t seem to get himself to care in that moment. He just wants Yoongi all over, he wants to put out the fire in his groin. He doesn’t understand how it is possible for him to feel like this, to feel this kind of arousal around the older. “Tell me what you want.” Yoongi mumbles, his lips on Jimin’s torso, his tongue playing with his nipple lightly, making goosebumps appear on Jimin’s skin. 

“I don’t know- just do something.” 

“Is there something you don’t like?” 

“Dry penetration, humiliation, water sports, feet-” 

Yoongi laughs, “Okay okay, I got it.” he says and Jimin raises his head a bit, taking in the smile. “You?”

“Same as you, more or less. I’ll discover more on the way, I guess.” Yoongi says, “I don’t particularly enjoy being watched while giving and receiving attention, makes it feel more like an exam than sex.” he explains and Jimin nods, he’s glad Yoongi said it because Jimin kinds of does it. He likes watching his partner, to understand if they like something or not, their expression of pleasure- he’ll just have to get more attuned with Yoongi and his body to understand when he likes something or not, focusing on the small things and Yoongi’s moans. 

God, why is he talking like this will happen again? 

“Noted.” Jimin says and Yoongi pulls up to kiss him again, deeper, taking Jimin breath away. “Now, can you get back to what you had in mind, please?” Jimin asks, his hands carding through Yoongi’s hair, not allowing him to move. “Careful there, I could get used to those good manners.” Yoongi says even if Jimin’s tone was more playful than serious. 

He rolls his eyes but it’s soon gone when Yoongi removes his sweatpants, manhandling him to turn him around. Jimin likes where this is going, “Knees up-” Yoongi says as he takes a pillows and positions it under Jimin. “Is this okay?” 

“Fuck, just get on with it.” is Jimin's answer and Yoongi chuckles, “So impatient.” he says as he disappears for a moment. “Where do you keep lube and condoms?”

Jimin points to his bag near the bed, and Yoongi is quick, in seconds he’s behind Jimin again. He’s not ashamed to show himself like this, and it’s a first because even if he has slept around a lot, this is not a position he lets many men see, especially if it’s a one-night-stand. He has only slept only with Yoongi one time but there is just something that makes Jimin trust him- the fact that Yoongi asked if Jimin didn’t like something, the first man to ever do it. 

Nothing could prepare Jimin for Yoongi’s tongue. He had naively thought Yoongi would use just his fingers but he was so wrong. “Oh god-” he moans, Yoongi’s hand on his waist and one on his thigh, keeping him in place. Yoongi laps at his rim, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and Jimin wants to push back but Yoongi is strong and he manages to stop Jimin from moving.

It drives him crazy and it’s incredibly hot to know that the man can hold Jimin like this, “Holy shit- hyung .” Jimin moans when Yoongi’s tongue pushes inside, making his legs tremble. Yoongi is relentless, he doesn’t give Jimin time to breathe but it’s fine because no one has ever done a better job than him right now. 

Jimin is too out of his mind to even hear the bottle of lube open, so it’s a nice surprise when he feels the first finger pushing in. The moan that escapes his mouth is loud but Jimin is not ashamed, not even embarrassed; he’s feeling way too good, he doesn’t care who listens to him. Yoongi seems to appreciate it, he squeezes Jimin’s flesh whenever Jimin is a bit too loud and he interprets it as a good sign. 

Yoongi thrust his finger inside with his tongue, making obscene sounds that fuel Jimin even more. He feels so hot, so out of it, so good- “Hyung, fuck-” he whispers, biting on his arm because this is getting too much too soon. 

Yoongi removes his tongue when he pushes a second finger and a third in. Jimin sees stars when he finds his prostate. He massages the bundle of nerves, thrusting in and out up to his knuckle- it feels so good compared to yesterday when he was doing it alone. So much better. 

It gets even harder for Jimin to keep his balance, to ignore his neglected cock but as soon as he thinks of it Yoongi circles his dick with his hand and Jimin comes hard, unexpectedly and suddenly. It takes him by surprise because he thought he had more time but his body betrayed him, Yoongi was working his fingers inside of him just right, scissoring them, the other hand circling the tip of his dick, to the point that Jimin lost focus of his body, he just gave in to pleasure. “Oh my fucking god.” Jimin whispers, turning around and laying on his back again.

He needs a minute to recover, “My pleasure.” Yoongi says, the back of his hand used to clean his face. He kneels on the mattress and makes Jimin’s head spin more than it’s already doing, because the position is showing and Yoongi is a work of art. He removed his shorts and he’s naked right before Jimin. His tight are defined by lean muscles, the six pack on his abdone make Jimin salivate but Yoongi’s arms and neck- they look strong, they are strong and Jimin would love to- 

“Like what you see?” Yoongi asks but he’s not meeting Jimin’s eyes, he has a faint blush on his cheek as he looks down. “I do, I like what I see-” Jimin starts, smiling when he sees Yoongi’s eyes snap to meet his, “But I’d like it more on top of me.” 

Yoongi shakes his head, amused, “You and your tongue.” Yoongi continues and Jimin only winks at him. “Are you sure you want to keep going?” Yoongi asks him. 

“What? You tired, old man?” Jimin jokes and Yoongi cages him to the mattress, hovering over him. “You’re so-I’m only two years older.” Yoongi grunts, faking annoyance.

“And your point is? You’re still older.” Jimin giggles when Yoongi narrow his eyes, trying to pretend he's angry.

“I like it more when you moan my name.” 

Jimin raises on his elbows, his nose touching Yoongi’s. He whispers his next words on his lips, “Then make it happen.” 

There’s no need for words after it, Yoongi moves quickly to get the condom and put it on. He leans down first to bruise Jimin lips with his, the kiss is strong, passionate and not at all sweet, Jimin’s fingers doing a mess on Yoongi’s hair, keeping him close. “Relax.” Yoongi whispers in his ear when he teases Jimin’s hole with the head of his dick. Jimin tries, and Yoongi pushes slowly inside as his lips kiss Jimin’s jaw, sucking and biting the skin there. “You’re so tight.” Yoongi says, his forehead on Jimin’s, as he bottoms out, giving Jimin time to adjust. Their lips meet and it’s sweeter than before but Jimin has no time to focus on it because Yoongi, slowly, starts moving his hips, shooting pleasure right into Jimin’s system. 

It’s frustrating because Jimin is quite good with words but he wouldn’t be able to explain what he is feeling right now, the way Yoongi moves quicker and harder, the way he touches Jimin’s skin, cupping his cheeks to make their lips meet in an unkind kiss, everything builds up arousal, pleasure and satisfaction inside of him. It feels good, Jimin has never felt so good- “Hyung, oh my- Yoongi .” he moans when the man hits right where Jimin needs him the most. 

Yoongi must be into it too, emitting sweet moans right into Jimin’s ear. Jimin’s hands travel across the broad back of the older, leaving marks with his nails. “You feel so good.” Yoongi whispers, his pace now steady, thrusting relentlessly inside of Jimin. It grows more and more inside of him, the pull that asks him to break but he wants to wait, he wants Yoongi to come first. “Hyung, I’m ready- I’m ready for you, come on.” he says, his lips biting on Yoongi’s lobe. It’s all it takes for the man to lose control, to give in and let the pleasure explode. 

He comes inside Jimin and for a second he’s mad that the condom is between them but it’s okay because Jimin lets go, he comes hard but not loud because Yoongi is kissing him as he slows down his pace. Their lips slide together, softly and Jimin’s breath falters when Yoongi caresses his side, from his leg slowly up to his side, and settling gently on his cheek. Jimin welcomes Yoongi’s tongue in, enjoying the kiss for a while. 

Yoongi pulls away, leaving Jimin empty. He gets up from the bed and disappears into the bathroom, Jimin eyes the door but Yoongi does not come out of it. He hears the shower running and he can’t believe that the man left him there to shower. He gets up to go make his disappointment be heard when the older gets out, “I’m going to have a shower, would you like to join me?” he asks, a coy smile on his face because he must have known just by looking at Jimin that he was fuming. 

Jimin deflates for a second, then he passes by Yoongi, slapping  his naked butt lightly. He enters the shower, the clean glass walls are so nice to look at and they allow Jimin to be watched by Yoongi as he slowly pushes his hair back under the water. 

He likes being watched, especially if Yoongi does it like that , like he’s ready to eat Jimin out again. He doesn’t, but they make each other come again with the touch of their hands, slow and controlled as their lips don’t find peace. Jimin arches his back when he comes again, and Yoongi hides in his neck when he reaches his high. 

Afterward it’s a bit awkward because Yoongi doesn’t leave, he puts on only his shorts and lays down on the bed again. Jimin watches him, raising one eyebrow, “What do you think you're doing?” 

The older one puts one arm behind his head, his abdomen flexing, “Sleeping?” 

“Here?” 

“You’re gonna leave the room soon anyway, didn’t you have a plane to catch?” Yoongi fights back and Jimin scoffs, defeated, and he sits on the bed as well, still naked. He takes the phone on his night stand and he sees that he still has some time before leaving, he has to meet with Hyeji down at the hall. “Yet, it’s still my room.” 

“I’m not moving, Park.” Yoongi says, turning around to look at him, the point of his fingers caressing Jimin’s naked tight. And Jimin hates his body because just that small touch makes him feel like he would let Yoongi fuck him again. “And you don’t want me to move either.” 

“Says who?” 

Yoongi doesn’t need to talk, he only looks down Jimin’s body and he hastily covers himself up with the sheet. “Shut up-” Jimin grits, “Stop touching me.” 

“As you wish.” Yoongi says, actually pulling away his hand. It leaves Jimin with a bittersweet feeling but he has no time to dwell on the thought- “Park Jimin if you’re still sleeping I’m never getting on a plane with you again.” says a voice very different from Yoongi's. Jimin jumps on the bed, sitting up and looking terrified at the (thankfully) closed door of his room. “I can't deal with the stress of being late, okay?” Hyeji yells from the main room and Jimin curses, “ Shit , why is she here?” he mutters to himself.

Yoongi looks at him with laughter in his eyes, small lines creating on the side of them. “When did I ever get to the airport late? No, actually don’t answer.” he yell as he jumps off the bed, putting on quickly the first thing he finds. 

“Good think you’re awake, are you ready?” 

“Almost! Please, don’t enter! I’m awake but naked!! A second.” He says turning around to send a warning look to Yoongi. “Don’t you dare say anything.” 

Yoongi snickers, and he opens his mouth but Jimin is quicker, he covers it with his hand, “Don’t you dare.” He says again, emphasizing every word and Yoongi nods, but his eyes are playful, mischievous. “Seriously, Yoongi- I swear.” he continues, Yoongi tries licking Jimin’s hand but Jimin only raises one of his eyebrows, “I had your dick in my mouth, do you think that’ll disgust me?” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, and with his hands he removes Jimin’s, “I won’t say anything if you agree to go on a date with me.” he whispers, his tone of voice so low yet vibrating which has Jimin loosing focus. Their eyes lock but Jimin diverts the gaze to follow Yoongi’s hand that is on Jimin’s covered thighs.

“You are so annoying.” Jimin says, he can’t believe that the man trapped him like this into going on a date.

“So?” 

“Without looking for Invaders ?”

“Deal.” 

“Okay.” 

Yoongi smiles, he sits and steals a kiss from Jimin but soon he lays down again, and turns  to sleep, “Be quiet on your way out.” he says to Jimin and he pinches his butt. “Unbelievable,” Jimin says. 

Yoongi’s smile is the last thing he notices before he leaves the door. 

“You know that I’m being nice to you by not commenting on the fact that, that is not your hoodie?” Hyeji says at they sit down in their assigned seats on the plane. Jimin looks down at what he’s wearing and he curses inside, realizing that by getting dressed as quickly as he did, he has taken Yoongi’s things. And the man didn’t say anything to him. “And also can you take note that I’m not interrogating you on how I  know that it is not your hoodie, and on how you got in possession of it?” 

She looks at Jimin with mischievous eyes, and he knows he has lost this battle. He sighs, “Would you like to tell me anyway?” he asks and she only brings up her phone, where a photo of Yoongi wearing that same hoodie around the paddock is, mocking Jimin. He closes his eyes and waits but Hyeji doesn’t say anything. 

So he opens one eye and peeks at her, “You’re not going to say anything?” 

“Honestly your face says enough. And, you should be the one spilling.” she gives him an assists and Jimin shrugs his shoulder, “We had sex, again.” 

“Mh, was he inside the room with you earlier?” she asks and Jimin only nods, but he soon has to calm her down because she squeals and many heads turn to look at them.  “Shh, will you?” 

“He was- Park Jimin!! That’s why you were wide awake. Oh my god you have been awake for more than twenty four hours. How are you feeling?”

He laughs because she’s all over the place, he loves that about her. She cares about him but also she’s so nosy at the same time. “I’m tired of course, but good.” he says, emphasizing the good part and she smirks. “How many times?” 

“I’m not gonna tell you how many times he made me come.” he whispers as quiet as possible, looking around to make sure no one is listening to them. “So it’s more than once.” she deducts and Jimin rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything more. 

“So now?” 

“Now what?” 

“Are you two something?” she asks and Jimin almost chokes on a sip of water he just took. The airplane just departed and they have some hours before going back home. Jimin needs to rest a bit in his own home before leaving for Azerbaijan. “Of course we’re not something, are you insane?” 

“It’s the second time you two sleep together, you already went on two dates. There must be something going on.” 

“First, those weren’t dates and second, it’s just sex, don’t let anything get inside your funny head.” he says, not mentioning the third date that will take place because he’s not ready to have her insuate even more that there’s something between him and Yoongi. There is nothing between them. He’ll have to tell her eventually but not right now. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” she says and that’s the end of the conversation for what concerns Min Yoongi. 

Jimin is glad because he could use the silence to think about the whole situation but his lack of sleep for the past 24 hours hit him and he falls asleep faster than light. He almost cries when he finally touches his own mattress, in his own house. He loves traveling, doing his job but it’s tiring and he really needs to rest for a while. Thankfully the Azerbaijan Grand Prix is not soon, they have a week to rest, and Jimin has a week to overthink about Yoongi asking him on a date, again . 

He doesn’t understand why the man wants to take him out on a date so badly, especially (probably given the previous ones) on an ugly one. But Jimin won’t back out of it, because he’s not going to give up on great sex, (hopefully they will sleep togehter again). For now he’ll just rest, and he does it perfectly, sleeping for most of his days, going to the gym to dance when he feels like it and eating good food. 

It’s on an easy Friday morning that Jimin stops what he’s doing (cleaning the bathroom) to check a dm he just received on instagram. It’s from Min_Yoongi_official and Jimin, even if he doesn’t like to admit it, opens it quickly. 

Min Yoongi

No matter how much it suited you, I’d like my hoodie back

Park Jimin

Now that you’re asking for it, I think I’ll keep it ;)

Min Yoongi

Then I succeeded in my plan

Park Jimin

you’re a sneaky bastard, you know that? 

Min Yoongi

it really suited you

you looked good in it

Park Jimin

you’d look better on me

Min Yoongi

park jimin 

you’re a sneaky bastard, you know that?

Jimin laughs out loud, but he deems the conversation finished. He taps on Yoongi latest text to let him see that he got it, but- 

Min Yoongi

How did you do that?

Park Jimin

did what?

Min Yoongi 

the heart thing 

Park Jimin

…

you mocked me for a slipped like 

and you don’t know how to like a dm message?

Min Yoongi

those are two different thing 

Park Jimin

kiss my ass min yoongi 

Jimin notices that Yoongi likes his message and it makes him roll his eyes. 

Min Yoongi

I asked Jeongguk 

and btw, gladly 

Jimin taps on the last text again, but he stops answering and Yoongi doesn’t text anymore. He doesn’t like that when he cleans the mirror above the sink there’s a playful, happy smile on his face. It’s confusing to him, the way Yoongi is making his way into his bed and inevitably his life. Sometimes he still thinks it’s because Yoongi wants to change his mind about what Jimin writes, but in the end he never mentions it. 

Yoongi just seems to enjoy, (somehow), Jimin’s presence and it’s unsettling because why would he? Jimin doesn’t make it easy for him to do so. And if Jimin was in Yoongi’s shoes, he wouldn’t be able to even be in the same room as someone who always writes negative things about him. 

But Jimin won’t stop, that’s his job and he writes what he think it’s correct. And he won’t stop just because he’s slept with Yoongi. They had sex twice, Jimin doesn’t think they are onto something but Hyeji’s voice resonates in his head and it drives him crazy. So he tries everything to not think about the situation, about Yoongi specifically. 

He goes dancing to free his mind, going ahead with some pole lessons where he has a lot of fun. It’s nice to try something new and Jimin wishes he could insert it more in his routine but the thing is that he doesn’t really have one, or better- with his traveling around the world he can’t allow himself to have a routine. Sometimes it weighs on Jimin’s shoulder, because he’d love to have one. But he has goals, and he can’t accomplish those if he thinks about staying home or going to the same gym. He can’t think about starting something in one place, because he probably won’t be there to continue it. 

Proof of it, comes on a Thursday afternoon where he is preparing his bag to leave for Azerbaijan, the race will take place in the circuit of Baku and he’s excited. He loves the circuit because just like Jeddah and Monaco, this is a “domestic” one. The track goes through the historical city, among castles and old but beautiful buildings. He likes the idea of leaving, but sometimes he just wishes he could bring his home with him. 

It’s not much, but it’s home. There's a sofa where he has his favorite side to read a book on and right now he’s devouring a novel, Longer way home , he’s probably going to finish it on the plane; the photograph on his walls, of his friend and family members. His small kitchen where he doesn’t cook much but when he does he has fun. It’s the small thing that Jimin misses the most when he’s away, and that he likes doing when he’s back home.

But he wouldn’t settle for a stay-home life, that’s why he smiles widely when he lands in Azerbaijan, with Hyeji by his side. “I won’t be around much today, I have some meetings to attend.” she tells him as they check in the hotel, taking their keys and the badge for the paddock that the reception was entrusted to give. “About?” 

“Safety reason, apparently there are protests about the race so I think F1-O wants to make sure everyone gets the memo.” 

“Why am I not invited?” 

Hyeji takes her luggage and starts walking toward the elevator, “They asked only for one representative, I think not to alarm everyone and because the room is not big enough. The drivers already went in.” she explains and Jimin nods, it’s okay. He knows Hyeji will tell him everything afterwards. 

So he takes his time to settle in, Hyejin and him are on the same floor but her room is the last one of the corridor. “Ji, take my room. You’ll be closer to the elevator. I’ll go in yours.” he offers and she smiles candly because it’ll make her moving around easier. 

She smacks a kiss on Jimin’s cheek, they exchange keys and Jimin walks down the long corridor to go inside his new room. As he’s fumbling with the key he hears a door open, the one opposite to his. “Couldn’t stay away from me, Park?” Yoongi says and Jimin turns around to look at the man. 

The remark he had on the tip of his tongue dies down because, “What happened to your hair?” he asks because the ginger is gone, replaced by black short hair, an undercut visible and that makes Jimin’s knees weak. “I was tired of taking care of it, and went back to black.” 

“I see.” he says because he can’t say more, if he does he’ll lose his dignity because Yoongi is way too hot right now. Black hair, arms naked because of the sleeveless shirt he’s wearing and short. He’s probably headed to the gym. “Do you like it?”

“Does my opinion really matter?” He tries to dodge the bullet but it’s not as easy with Yoongi, who just stands there and watches him. “Yes.” he just says, pulling away from the wall and walking closer to Jimin. “I’d love to hear what you think about it.” 

“I think you’re late to your workout session.” a voice that Jimin doesn’t know that much says but that he’ll need to thank. Jeongguk is standing there, a few doors away and he’s looking at Yoongi with a grin on his face. “Would you come to the gym or are you thinking of working out in a dif-” 

“Coming! Thank you, Jeongguk.” Yoongi says and Jimin has to hide his smile behind his hand. His eyes meet Jeongguk who winks at him and Jimin bows his head. “Park Jimin, nice to meet you.” he says and Jimin shakes his head, “I hear grea-” 

“Christ, Jeongguk. Could you shut up?” 

“Then move your ass up to the gym!!” Jeongguk remarks and Jimin snickers, “My pleasure Jeongguk, I’ve heard great things about you too.” Jimin says, gazing at Yoongi who has pink cheeks but a defeated look. “I doubt it.” the younger says, his blond hair up in a bun. 

“I can say the same.” Jimin says because it’s really hard to believe that Yoongi has said good things about him. Why would he? “Well now that you both think I talk shit about you, can we go?” Yoongi says and it makes both Jeongguk and Jimin laugh. Yoongi starts walking away with Jeongguk after the younger waved goodbyes and Yoongi pretended nothing happened. 

As Jimin enters his hotel room, an idea settles in his mind. Yoongi tried to fuel him but two can play this game and he won’t stay here to let Yoongi cage him with his sexy arms, and stupidly good-looking face without any consequences. 

So he zips up his bag and takes out his gym clothes, shorts and a wide sleeveless shirt and he’s ready to go. When he enters the gym for a moment he thinks that maybe Yoongi and Jeongguk went training outside in the sun but once he walks deeper inside he notices them and silently he walks up to do some cardio. Yoongi hasn’t noticed him, neither has Jeongguk but he can see them through the mirror and for some time he enjoys it. 

Yoongi is doing legs, and he’s starting off with squats. Jimin appreciably looks at how his muscles pop when he bent down, how focused he looks. His eyes are dark and even similar to a feline. Jimin can’t deny that he’s beautiful and that he’s physically attracted to him, and maybe he should stop resisting it. There’s nothing wrong in being attracted to someone, as long as it’s just sex because he can’t bear being with Yoongi for more than that. He’s frustrating and he drives Jimin crazy. 

But he won’t have to worry about it, because there is nothing between them, only sex. When he’s down warming up he walks toward where Yoongi and Jeongguk are, he’ll do arms, chest and abdomen today so he starts looking for weights and a bench to work on. He can feel Yoongi’s eyes on him the moment he notices him and he can also hear Jeongguk scoffing but it’s amusing because now Jimin can imagine a little better why. 

He tries his best to focus on his own exercise but maybe he didn’t think this through enough because watching Yoongi working out is a dangerous experience for him. Especially when he starts working on his thighs, in the inner and outer machine that helps work on them. 

His muscles bend, showing and Jimin curses and (doesn’t) regret ever coming to the gym. God, Jimin would kneel right about now but feeling eyes on him fuels him to work better and harder. He focuses on his arms, on his chest and his abs. Yoongi watches and Jimin is satisfied. 

The older works hard to keep his focus, especially when Jeongguk helps him reach the pull up bar, and as Yoongi hangs, feet of the ground, his trainer puts a belt around his waist, two big heavy weights hanging from it. Jeongguk slaps his butt and Yoongi starts pulling his body up, his shirt clinging to his body, really showing Jimin how defined Yoongi’s abdomen is- not that he didn’t already know. 

Jimin’s focus falters more than once, but his workout ends sooner than Yoongi’s, who stays back to do some focus exercises to enhance his reflexes. Jimin would love to stay back and watch but it’ll be weird, and he’ll watch only because he likes the exercises, not because of Yoongi (obviously). 

So he takes his water bottle and leaves, going up in his room to have a quick shower. It’s only after a good thirty minutes that he hears knocks on his door, he thinks it’s Hyeji that comes back to tell him how the meeting went but the moment he opens the door he’s scooped up in big and sweaty arms. 

“What the-? Yoongi! Put me down!!” he yells at the man who came inside his room like a bull. The door closes on its own and Jimin actually pays it no mind when he’s actually on Yoongi’s shoulder. 

The man is so freaking strong that it lights something inside Jimin, “What was that?” Yoongi asks when Jimin’s back hit the mattress. “What?” He plays it innocently but he doesn’t miss the hungry look on Yoongi’s face as he looks at Jimin’s body. He’s in comfortable clothes, nothing much, but Yoongi looks at him like he’s naked. “You- I really want to fuck you.” Yoongi says honestly and it makes Jimin laugh. 

“Then that worked.” 

“What?” 

“Oh my god-  yes, fuck me.” 

It’s not the most sexy exchange ever, but Jimin doesn’t mind and he can work with it. He had a goal and he’s reaching it, there’s no need to beat around the bush. So that’s how he finds himself between Yoongi’s legs, slucking his jaw to take in as much of him as possible. The older man treads his finger through Jimin’s hair, pulling him up when it’s too much. Jimin wants to wipe away his tears because it took a lot not to gag but Yoongi is faster, he caresses Jimin’s under-eye with his thumb. Then he brings Jimin closer to leave a kiss on his lips that lingers, only to get deeper when Jimin traces Yoongi’s bottom lips with his tongue. 

Jimin settles on Yoongi’s lap, feeling, as he circles his waist with his arms to pull him closer, their chests touching. As they kiss Yoongi works his finger slowly inside Jimin, already lubed up, and it gets too much too soon. Yoongi knows exactly where to push and pull and Jimin finds himself moaning the other’s name over and over, biting on his shoulder when it gets too much. “I don’t- stop-” Yoongi stops immediately, “I want to come riding you.” Jimin says and Yoongi’s head falls back. 

“You can’t just say things like that.” he says and Jimin smirks, “Why not?” he whispers as he takes Yoongi’s dick, fixes the condom on it, and slowly sinks down. They both need a minute to adjust, it feels too good. “Because it drives me crazy.” 

“Glad to hear it.” 

“You drive me crazy, Park Jimin.” Yoongi whispers, his eyes locking with Jimin for a moment. It makes Jimin blush the way Yoongi is looking at him, the sun is bright outside and it enlightens Jimin’s bedroom. The bed has deep burgundy sheets that create a nice contrast with Yoongi’s pale yet glistening, sweaty skin. 

Jimin likes being watched by the man but after what he said he feels strangely shy, so he does the best thing that comes to mind, he hides in Yoongi’s neck and slowly starts moving his hips, in circular motion. 

Yoongi’s finger caresses his spine up and down and the gestures makes Jimin feel doted over, he likes it. “ Hyung -” he moans when Yoongi’s dick hits his prostate and he wants it to happen again. 

Yoongi helps, moving his hips to meet Jimin’s and it’s insane the way Jimin can feel him, how pleasure gets the best of him, how he reaches a peak of arousal he never thought he could. Yoongi just knows where to hit, when to pull a reaction out of him, when to slow down and when to go faster. 

Jimin’s legs start trembling soon, his rhythm falters and Yoongi takes the matter into his own hands. He shifts positions, now hovering over Jimin. He pushes right back in and Jimin, “Fuck- hyung, there, please .” he moans because he needs more, he needs to come and he needs it now because there’s no way that this is real, that Yoongi can make him feel like this. 

It’s just something else to have sex with Yoongi, having sex with someone who’s careful and takes note on what his partner (sex partner) likes the most. Yoongi is attentive and Jimin likes that. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” 

Oh- that- Jimin comes, strong and hard but he’s too embarrassed to say that it’s because of what Yoongi saID. He wasn’t expecting it, taking him by surprise, but what shocked him the most was the bodily reaction he had to it. Yoongi keeps thrusting inside Jimin, milking him with his hand. Jimin clenches around him and that brings Yoongi over the edhe, he falls on his side, one arm draped around Jimin’s waist. They both take a moment before coming back to reality. “Don’t ever come to the gym while I’m there again.” Yoongi whispers, his husky and gravel voice vibrating through his chest. 

“You know I will.” 

“We’ll end up like this again.” 

“Does it look like it bothers me?” Jimin says, shifting so that he can look at Yoongi. The man is laying on his back, one arm plastered over his eyes. Jimin can only see the amused smile on his face. “So the sex is great, eh.” Yoongi says, still not looking at Jimin so he can’t see that he’s nodding. 

“Will it fuel your ego if I say yes?” 

“You’re next to me naked, my ego is already fueled enough.” 

It makes Jimin laugh, “Then you already know the answer, if I’m here naked for a third time.” 

“You’re so cute, you’re keeping count.” Yoongi says, his voice faking sweetness. Jimin rolls his eyes and pinches Yoongi’s arm so that he will look at him. “I can kick you out, remember that.” 

“That implies that you won’t do it though.” 

“You’re making me change my mind.” Jimin argues but Yoongi only shifts, resting on his elbow to look at Jimin. “Am I?” he says as his lips meet Jimin’s neck. It’s an instant reaction the way Jimin’s back arches, Yoongi touches him lightly, his hands treating him like he’s made of gold, like Jimin is something precious. 

It feels nice to stay in bed with Yoongi, chatting, bickering and falling into each other again and again. It doesn't come as a suprise when they make each other come again, gasping moans of pleasure into their skin, marking each other up because they can and because no one will link them to one another. They make their best of their time together until they both have things to do and places to be. It’s a Friday and Yoongi has a free session to do on track and Jimin has to monitor it. 

Yoongi’s car doesn’t perform very well in the free session and Jimin takes notice of it to compare it with the qualifying result and race result. Other drives perform better and Seokjin is one of them. Jimin doesn’t understand why, they both have the same car yet Yoongi is not doing well. He’s still in the top five but for someone who’s ahead in the Driver’s Championship he’ll need to be first. 

But the tactics can be many, maybe he’s just reserving power. Jimin will find out on Saturday and Sunday. “Did a mosquito bite you?” Hyeji asks and Jimin looks at her confused, but then he notices that she’s pointing to her neck. “Shut up.” he says and she bursts out laughing. “When did you two- you know.” 

“Earlier. Twice.” 

“Park Jimin!!” Hyeji says, shaking her head amused and Jimin only shrugs, “Don’t act like you and Reb are much better.” 

“Touché.” 

“How did the meeting go?” Jimin asks, using the silence to change the subject because he doesn’t want Hyeji to add funny ideas into his head. “Everything under control, there were protests because people -rightfully might I add- would love the same attention that the race gets on some much more serious matters regarding the country’s politics.” 

Jimin nods, “That’s an ugly situation, they are right. Should we talk about it?” 

“You can mention it if you want, but the F1-O asked every journalist to not cover that story. They let us know that if it happens there could be consequences.” She explains and Jimin clenches his finger into a fist, he hates this side of Formula 1. He hates how money and power are huge players in this game. “Drivers didn’t want to race, they were ready to take their jet and leave in respect of the people protesting but-” 

“Of course that can’t happen. Do we know who wanted to leave?” Jimin asks because he’s curious. “Max Hilton, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, more than half of them actually but you can imagine what the Organization told them.” 

“ If you leave you’ll be disqualified from the rest of the season probably?” Jimin says and Hyeji pretends she’s holding a bell, “Ding, we have a winner!” it brings a smile on Jimin’s face even if right now he’d just want to punch every member of the Formula 1 Org. She has a serious look on her face and he knows she’s thinking about it as well. Sometimes it’s ugly, as journalists they have to, they must bring light to situations like this but sometimes it can be dangerous and it could deprive them to follow their dream, to keep on working. 

And he thinks about it for the rest of the day, and even during the qualifying session he can’t remove the thought from his head. He knows he can’t asks questions that regards it, it wouldn’t be respectful to the drivers to put them in such a position, so he tries to focus on asking the right questions. It’s Yoongi, of course, the first driver that comes to him, he has a different light on his face, he’s serious, his lips closed in a thin line. He pushes his sweaty hair back and puts his hat on, “Min Yoongi, a bittersweet qualy, second place. What do you think went wrong?” 

It’s Yoongi who uses the chance to speak on the matter, leaving Jimin speechless. “I think there were more important matters in my head, like the protest happening, which is what the Organization should be concerned with.” he says and Jimin needs to ask, because what Yoongi is doing could have consequences for him. “Don’t you think you’re putting your championship at risk by saying this?” 

Yoongi shakes his head, “I think people’s lives are more important than a Championship Title. I know there are consequences but the people living right outside Baku most definitely have it harder than me, so it’s  a risk I’m willing to take.” Jimin nods, hearing Yoongi’s words, “That’s very brave of you, to speak about it.” he says because he really thinks so. 

“A compliment from Park Jimin, I might get used to it.” Yoongi jokes to lighten the mood a little bit and it works, Jimin smiles, “Cherish it, it won’t happen again.” That's the end of their interview and Jimin is left surprised that he actually thinks the same as Yoongi about the whole thing happening. 

What he hates though is that once they leave the country, the issue at hand will be forgotten. This shouldn’t be how it works and it shouldn’t be so hard to let voices be heard, especially the ones that don’t come from the west. Jimin makes a mental note to write about it in his next article. 

For now he walks through the paddock among drivers and mechanics to find the exit, he is done for the day and really needs to go back to have some rest. As he takes a look at the notes he took, someone comes up to him, “I liked today's interview, could you compliment me more in the future?” 

“Do something to merit those compliments and they’ll come.” Jimin says to Yoongi, who’s wearing his uniform half down his body. The white shirt clings to his torso and Jimin needs to force his eyes away from it. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” Yoongi asks him and Jimin gazes at him. “Why?”

“Just answer my question.” 

Jimin rolls his eyes, “I have nothing planned.” 

“Good, now you have something planned.” 

“With you?” 

Yoongi shakes his head, “No, with my manager Lia. Of course with me, Park Jimin.” 

“So inviting. How could I say no to this?” Jimin says in a flat tone, but Yoongi only nudges his side lightly. “I’ll knock on your door tomorrow at seven, be ready.” he says before jogging away and leaving Jimin there with his thoughts. 

Again, why is he smiling? 

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It’s almost a deja-vu, he looks at himself in the mirror but this time Jimin puts some thought into the outfit he chooses. He wants to look good, he wants to impress but he’s not ready to admit it yet. Like he’s not ready to admit that a part of him wants to go on this date, and wants to see what Yoongi will do. 

He doesn’t know where Yoongi will bring him but he didn’t give him any indication so Jimin opts for tight jeans and a black sheer, satinated shirt. He puts on two shiny earrings that attract light and doesn’t exaggerate with his make-up, he goes for a soft look but he uses his pink lip balm.  

He likes the look of himself in the mirror and he’s satisfied, it’s quite simple but he thinks it’s effective. Effective for what? Jimin should rethink what he’s doing, he and Yoongi are nothing. Even if Jimin finds it hard to not think about Yoongi, he has to stop himself because this is dangerous thinking and he knows that he’s just deluding himself with a reality that it’s not real. They are nothing, and Jimin is going on a date because Yoongi trapped him into agreeing. 

Speaking of which, he knocks on the door in time and Jimin despises, hates, and doesn't like that the older man looks so hot. He’s wearing a silky white shirt, underneath it is a silky sleeveless shirt of the same color and black trousers. He can see his chest and Jimin has to force himself to look up from the small necklace adorning Yoongi’s neck. “Ready Park?” Yoongi calls and Jimin finds it hard to look into his eyes. This is new. 

But he tries to get back into himself and leaves his room. They don’t talk much, and it’s weird so Jimin takes the matter in hand. “Where are we going?” he asks, curious as to what Yoongi thought of doing. 

“I’m going to ask you to trust me.” Yoongi starts and Jimin knows that he’s probably going to regret ever agreeing on going out with him. He looks suspiciously at Yoongi, “What for?” 

“That's what trust is about.” Yoongi teases and Jimin sighs, he nods and Yoongi takes his wrist just as they leave the hotel. Jimin is thankful that Hyeji told him that she is out with Rebecca tonight, so he is safe and doesn’t have to hide from her. He’ll tell her once it’s over, so he can vent about how horrible it has been again and that no one can say he didn’t try. 

The touch lingers and Jimin doesn’t feel like pulling away because he likes having Yoongi’s skin against his and it doesn’t seem like the man notices that he’s still holding him. It’s warm and he hopes to get touched more during the night. They start walking around the city of Baku and Jimin just follows Yoongi's lead. “Why does it always seem that you know your way around every city?” Jimin asks as Yoongi turns right in a beautiful alley. The colors are so warm, sandish but there are so many flowers hanging from the balconies of the apartment. It’s romantic. 

Yoongi chuckles, “I just like exploring them. I travel a lot but I realized that since my mind is always focused on performing well on track I never really gave the outside much thought. So I started to walk around the cities that I found more fascinating.” Yoongi explains and Jimin finds himself in those words, that’s so true- he always travels a lot, but he doesn’t know how to orient in any of the cities they travel to. He knows the best restaurant for sure but that’s it. 

“I usually go alone, I try to bring Jeongguk with me but he says that he already saw it all on the internet.” 

Jimin laughs out loud, leaning on Yoongi’s shoulder, “He didn’t say that!” but Yoongi nods, “I swear he did, he says there’s no point in visiting places if he can see their photos online.” 

The explanations make Jimin laugh even harder, and he feels Yoongi’s eyes on him but he doesn’t mind. “So you walk around all alone?” 

“Most of the time.” Yoongi says, and Jimin raises an eyebrow. Most of the time? “I mean, I’m walking with you right now.” Yoongi says without looking into Jimin’s eyes and Jimin is starting to understand that he doesn’t really like eye contact that much, and that when Yoongi diverts his eyes it means he’s trying to not give away what he’s feeling. Noted. 

“You are, but where are we going?” Jimin tries again and it’s almost like a deja-vu of Imola, but this time the quarrel is almost zero. Yoongi chuckles, “You’re so impatient, Park Jimin. Let hyung try to surprise you.” he says and it’s so sweet the way he says it that Jimin can’t help but nod. He doesn’t realize that their arms are still linked from when Jimin leaned on him. He’s so aware of every time they touch, it’s not normal but he tries to pay it no mind. 

They walk for a bit more when Yoongi stops in front of a food stall, he orders again for Jimin but this time he doesn’t argue about it. He orders two shaurma- its shape is very similar to a burrito, and the meat is cut into thin slices, stacked in a cone-like shape, and roasted on a slowly-turning vertical rotisserie. “Thank you.” Jimin says when Yoongi hands the food to him, “How come you like food stalls so much?” 

“It gives me a taste of the real local food, restaurants are too stuck up and usually people there always recognize me and treat me differently.”

Jimin hums, “But what if people around the street recognize you?” 

“It can happen but at least they treat me like a human being, I don’t know- in a restaurant they only want to impress and want you to talk good things about the place. I like my privacy and my time, and I can’t have that if I go to fancy places.” Jimin lets Yoongi explain himself, “Also, it grounds me, in some way, not giving in to all the accessibility that comes with doing what I do. I’m greedy by nature, I always want more but I also fear what that could turn me into.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s always about money, that’s a great driving force for sure but I don’t want it to become mine. I-” Yoongi stops to think about how to say his thoughts, “I love money, I love the possibilities it gives me, that sort of power that comes with it. Money allows me to do most of the things I want to but if I let myself be driven by that, then who am I really?”

“So I try to control it, reduce the power money gives me when I can.” 

Jimin listens to Yoongi’s reason and he’s surprised to know this side of the man, “Is this why you rarely take business flights or jets?” Jimin asks, remembering that time he saw Yoongi in economics. Yoongi seems amused that Jimin remembered something like this, “Were you watching me, Park Jimin?” 

“Pretty sure you were watching me first.” Jimin fires back because he remembers what Hyeji told him. “I- yeah, I like commodities, don’t get me wrong. But for a small flight I don’t get why I should take a private jet or fly on business.” Yoongi reasons and Jimin hums in agreement. There’s a moment of silence between them, where Jimin thinks about what Yoongi just told him. It’s not awkward but it’s pensive, it gives Jimin time to learn about the man close to him.  

To break it, Jimin decided to push a bit. “You didn’t deny you were watching me.” Jimin flirts, “It’s hard not to.” Yoongi whispers and the blush on his cheeks grows fast. They keep walking and eating, ignoring what Yoongi just said to him. He doesn’t hide that he likes when the man flirts back and he can’t deny that he likes how compliment sounds coming from Yoongi. 

Neither of them wants or is ready to address the different atmosphere settled between them, it’s calm and chill and Jimin is enjoying it a bit too much. “If you had to eat a color-” Jimin starts completely out of the blue, “-what color would you eat and why?” 

Yoongi laughs when he hears the questions, “What’s with that?” 

“Just entertain me.” Jimin says, biting on his shaurma. The amused smile on Yoongi’s face makes his eyes crinkle at the side, it’s cute. “Mhh-” he thinks, “ Orange, ‘cause it’s fruit.” 

There’s a moment of silence and then Jimin explodes, “Oh come on!!” Jimin laughs because that was what he was thinking as well. It was a silly question but Yoongi was ready and caught on immediately. “That’s so un-original.” He jokes because he can’t have Yoongi know he would have given the same answer. “You were thinking the same thing, weren’t you?” Yoongi tries but Jimin only skips farther from him when Yoongi tries to catch him, to make him look at him. Jimin can’t go too far though, because Yoongi’s reflexes are good ( of course ) and he takes Jimin’s hands, pulling him toward his chest. “Park Jimin-” Yoongi starts, his tone holding so much sweetness that Jimin feels his heart explode. He moves a strand of Jimin’s hair behind his ear, “Stop resisting it.” Yoongi whispers, his nose touching Jimin’s. 

Jimin’s breath falters, but how can he stop? He and Yoongi just can’t- Yoongi’s lips settle on Jimin’s, it’s sweet and soft, just a touch of lips. It makes Jimin relax in Yoongi’s arms, for a moment he really stops resisting but- 

He detaches and takes Yoongi’s hand, he doesn’t say anything, only urges Yoongi to keep walking. But even after it’s not awkward between them, they keep talking about silly things, walking more and more till Yoongi stops in front of a big mosque. “This is Bibiheybat, a historical reconstruction of an XII century Mosque.” Yoongi explains, “I always come to see it when we race in Baku.”

“Why?” 

“I just like it, I like architecture, and I like its history.” 

Jimin looks at Yoongi, how the evening lights make his eyes shine. “Tell me.” Jimin asks and Yoongi starts explaining, with a faint, but it's there, a smile on his face. He tells Jimin that the mosque was destroyed by Stalin in 1936, and that it was rebuilt to look like the original in 1998. “You know so much.” 

“Was that another compliment?” Yoongi teases, trying to remove the spotlight from him. Jimin rolls his eyes, “No, I was just stating the truth.” he remarks and Yoongi only looks at him, they are standing right in front of the Mosque, which is truly beautiful. The three domes stand tall above them, as Yoongi nudges his side, “Admit it.” 

“What?” 

“That it was a compliment.” 

“Over my dead body, Min.” Jimin says and there's a challenge between them, but it’s playful. Yoongi comes closer, silence and then- “You’re beautiful.” Yoongi says and it leaves Jimin speechless, his heart beating faster against his will. “It’s not hard, see?” Yoongi continues, breaking a bit the magic of the moment, which Jimin is actually grateful for. 

“Reminder to me: never accept to go out with you again.” he jokes, “Such an annoying date you are.” he continues but there’s no real spite to it, even if he’d love to put it there. Yoongi is so close that their fingers touch lightly, “You like it.” Yoongi says and he doesn’t wait for Jimin to answer back, he wouldn’t have anyway, but he takes his hand in his and they start walking back. 

“I’m not having sex with you tonight.” Jimin says after a while because he needs to have  the last words, and he can’t let Yoongi know that he’s actually having fun. “Say it like you mean it, baby.” Yoongi says and he’s right because it’s the easiest thing to fall back in Yoongi's bed, to moan his name louder and louder until Jimin is a mumbling mess. Until his legs give out and tremble because of how good Yoongi is making him feel. 

Yoongi doesn’t ask him to leave after it, he cleans both of them and Jimin knows he shouldn’t but he makes a mistake- they fall asleep in the same bed, with swollen lips and loud-beating hearts. 

Min Yoongi’s luck, how long will it last?

Luck seems to be on Min Yoongi’s good side lately, he wins in Baku thanks to his teammate Kim Seokjin letting him pass ahead of him; he wins the Canadian Grand Prix because his biggest opponent, Max Hilton, has engine problems. This is too easy, isn’t it? 

It’s looking good for the Korean driver but here I am, once again, trying to understand if it’s the driver, the car, or just pure luck that helps him win. Today Max Hilton has won in Austria- Min Yoongi getting only second place- bringing home points that lessen the difference between him and Min Yoongi; I really wonder who’s gonna win the championship but it seems that the odds are all Min Yoongi’s favor. 

But I can’t help but wonder if it is orchestrated, that his talent in driving only plays 30% of the role here. I really don’t get why AlphaK wants to play it so dirty. And it doesn’t even make sense that they are prioritizing Min Yoongi over Kim Seokjin, child of the team’s CEO. Yes, Kim Seokjin already won a Championship, that’s true, but he’s still the son of the chairman. 

Are they maybe alternating? Who knows. I’m curious to see if I’m right once again. 

-Park Jimin

Jimin is feeling so good, so hot, so filled by Yoongi’s dick that he has a hard time registering what the man is telling him, “Did you have fun writing that? You’re so fucking rude.” he’s thrusting hard inside of Jimin, not giving him time to breathe. The pleasure is too much to bear. 

Jimin laughs, “As much fun as it is to see you this worked up over an article.” Jimin says. They are in Austria now, it’s a Sunday evening and Yoongi just drove in the Styria circuit, losing and having to accept a second place on the podium. It was just before dinner that Racing Point decided to share Jimin’s article. 

Yoongi came barging into his room probably ten minutes later, angry and hungry for Jimin. It didn’t take long before they were both naked and in Jimin’s bed. It had happened in Azerbaijan too, right after their date, and it has happened in Canada as well- Jimin rode Yoongi’s dick, making him come twice inside of him. And Yoongi ate him out and fucked him so good that Jimin had problems with walking the day after. But the thing is that it's’ getting dangerous because every time, after sex, they spend some time together, chatting or eating or just sleeping. 

It’s almost a routine now, the way they fall into each other's beds and bodies- they just can’t have enough of it, Jimin can’t allow himself to have a routine. “I know I am a good driver.” Yoongi says as he fucks hard into Jimin, leaning down to kiss and lick his neck. “I know I am.” Yoongi whispers on the skin, and Jimin cards his hands through his hair, pulling lightly. 

He arches into Yoongi when the man hits a particular spot inside of him, “Are you- holy shit, convincing me or yourself?” Jimin fights back and he takes advantage of the moment to shift their position, putting his hand on Yoongi’s chest as leverage. He sinks down on his cock, slowly, to let the feeling of being full satisfy him. 

Once he bottoms out he start moving faster, fucking himself on Yoongi’s dick. “ Fuck -” the man moans, an arm covering his eyes, “-Maybe it’s you who’s wrong this time.” Yoongi says and Jimin chuckles. 

“Say it without crying, honey.” he leans down, biting on Yoongi’s bottom lips. The man doesn’t let him get away with it though, he makes their lips slide together hastily, and the sound of their kissing mixes with the squelching sound of the lube. Jimin’s forehead rests on Yoongi’s when his hips start to falter, when keeping up this rhythm starts to become too much for him. 

Yoongi always understands it, guiding Jimin to slow down or just helping him with moving too. They have slept together enough times to now know how to read each other’s bodies and each other’s necessities. Right now Jimin needs to come, and Yoongi can’t deny him. He makes Jimin come, caressing his dick and flicking his wrist just like he knows Jimin likes it, and it doesn’t take much for Yoongi to follow. 

They take a moment to regulate their breathing, Jimin on his belly while Yoongi lays on his back. It tickles when Yoongi’s finger traces Jimin’s spine but it’s relaxing, so he doesn’t say anything and lets the man do as he pleases. It’s always like this, there’s moments of cuddles and then moments where they just have to spit venom against the other. Azerbaijan looks like a mirage compared to now- neither of them ever brought it up, how easy and at ease they felt that night. How nice it was going out and just bickering for the sake of it. 

Jimin likes it like this, because when he finally told Hyeji he didn’t know what to tell her when she asked, “ Jimin, I’m going to ask you this once, are you feeling something for him?” he wanted to deny, he wanted to play offended or gag only at the thought but he doesn’t know anymore. He thinks affection is what he feels now towards Yoongi, he got to him a little bit more, thanks to the sex but especially because of the moments they spend together afterwards. They talk, they talk so much and Jimin has never been with someone that stimulates his brain this much. 

It’s a constant challenge, a constant shift of his beliefs and opinions because Yoongi lends him new reading keys. It’s too easy to talk to him. “Do you really believe the things you write?” Yoongi asks, his voice a vibrating whisper that makes Jimin shiver. 

“Is it really that important what I think or believe?” Jimin asks, he’s still laying down, Yoongi is still touching him but as he thinks, his movement stops. He continues when he speaks, “I think it’d pain me to know you think that.” He's honest, and his voice is vulnerable. Jimin isn’t brave enough to raise his head and look into his eyes. “I think- I think you should believe more in your driving. What I write is geared towards the readers, but I can’t deny there’s something fishy about some of your wins.” Jimin starts, and he knows Yoongi is listening, he has stopped moving his fingers again. 

“I don’t think you do know what is behind your wins, I stand by my words.” he explains, “But I also know that the car itself and money are not enough, so you must be doing something good inside that speed-trap.” Jimin concludes. The silence is filled with tension and Jimin can’t regret what he says because he knows Yoongi only wants the truth from him. “You’re really a good journalist.” Yoongi says, shifting his position so that he can lay on his side, looking at Jimin who now mirrors him. “What do you mean?” 

“You just made a hard truth sound sweet.” he confesses and it makes Jimin giggle, Yoongi is not mad at him, “Thank you for being honest.” he says, raising his head to fix a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear, the touch making butterflies flies in his belly. “I still think you’re wrong tho-” 

“Then why did you even ask!” Jimin retorts, pushing Yoongi away funnily. The man doesn’t let him though, and he pulls Jimin closer thanks to his arms. He fit perfectly by Yoongi's side. “Sake of conversation.” Yoongi says and Jimin scoffs but he doesn’t move. He enjoys the feeling of Yoongi’s naked skin against his, of his finger playing on the flesh of his tight. “I’m hungry.” Jimin says then and Yoongi hums, “Something in particular?” 

“Milk and cereals.” Jimin says because that’s what he wants. “Not cereals and milk?” Yoongi asks and it’s then that Jimin moves, he rests on his elbows, locking eyes with Yoongi. “Milk and then cereals.” he says, “Please tell me you put milk first and then cereals.” Jimin begs and Yoongi shakes his shoulder, laughing. “I could but it’d be a lie.” he confesses and Jimin gasps, “Outrageous.” he says and it makes Yoongi laugh even harder, something that Jimin has rarely seen. 

“You’re so funny, Park Jimin.” Yoongi says, sitting up, “I’ll eat it in every way you’d like me to eat it, as long as I get to eat.” He continues and Jimin can’t resist, he leans in to leave a sweet kiss on Yoongi’s cheek. 

“Then you call room service as I shower.” he says, running away before Yoongi can say something back. He doesn’t take his time under the show, he does it rather quickly but he uses the moment alone to really think about what is happening. He can’t put it into words, he doesn’t know. He’s kind of scared to really admit it to himself. 

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, it was supposed to be just sex but Jimin finds himself enjoying the time with Yoongi a bit too much. He doesn’t know what it is about the man that makes him so comfortable to be around, but Jimin doesn’t want to stop. So he dries his hair with a towel, leaving it damp and goes back to the dining room where Yoongi is waiting for him. 

He’s sitting on the couch and Jimin walks to him, sitting on his lap. “The couch had seats available.” Yoongi says and Jimin goes to move but Yoongi’s hand stops him, he settles them on his waist. “Your actions don’t match your words.” 

“I was just saying something true.” 

“You’re insufferable, has anyone ever told you?” 

Yoongi smiles, he’s visibly relaxed, his eyes tender, almost bored but Jimin now knows that it’s not like that. “I’ve been told.” he says as Yoongi’s fingers gets past Yoongi’s shirt that Jimin is wearing. He has taken on the habits to put the man’s clothes on, they are huge on him and he likes how they engulf him, but mostly that he can smell the clean scent that it’s just so Yoongi. It’s almost natural to lean closer, to let their lips slide in a slow kiss as couples do. They are not. 

Jimin tries hard to not think about the implications of their actions, since Azerbaijan they have been too sweet with each other, apart from the times where they quarrel over Jimin’s articles. But it’s never something serious because Yoongi just accepts it. 

“When did you realize you wanted to become a journalist?” he asks after they have moved to the table, room service having brought what they asked for. He puts milk first under Jimin’s vigilant eyes and it’s just so endearing how he tries so hard. 

“I think I’ve always known I wanted to do it. My mom always shows me pictures of five-years-old me dressed up as a journalist for Carnival or Halloween- like, you know the stereotype with big glasses, white shirt tucked in beige jeans?” Yoongi nods, “Like that, and I’ve always written, since I can remember I have always enjoyed asking questions and writing about the answers I’ve gotten.” Jimin finishes, he puts a mouthful of cereal in his mouth, “What made you want to become a driver?” 

Yoongi takes his time to answer, putting some more cereal into his bowl. “When I was little I always had this karting track a few kilometers from home, my dad used to bring me there all the time and I had the time of my life there. He would look at me with the biggest smile, he has always been encouraging of me, whatever I wanted to do.” Yoongi says, a melancholic tone settling in his voice. 

“He must be happy you’re a Formula 1 driver then.” Jimin says, trying to look for Yoongi’s eyes but the man is playing with the spoon, moving around the now soggy cereal. “I don’t know, I hope he is.” Yoongi says and Jimin doesn’t understand and he’s about to ask but Yoongi keeps talking, “He died last year, he was-” he stops for a moment, and Jimin feels something die inside of him. His stomach closes at what Yoongi just said to him. 

He notices that it’s hard for the man to continue, “You don’t have to, it’s okay.” Jimin says while his mind is reeling. Last year was Yoongi’s rookie year and Jimin was so hard on him.

“No. I want to talk about it with you, you make it easy to open up.” Yoongi whispers and Jimin can’t stay still anymore, he gets up and walks to the side where Yoongi is sitting. The man immediately makes room for him on his legs, “He was really sick, but he got to see me drive some races. I was racing in Silverstone when it happened and I happened to win- mom said he watched me get first place on the podium and he-” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Jimin whispers, cupping Yoongi’s cheeks and bringing his head close to where Jimin’s heart is. Yoongi breathes in hard, controlling it. “He died right after-“ Yoongi whispers, “At least after Silverstone there was summer break then and I got to get back home, to be with my mom and my family.” Yoongi tells Jimin as he caresses his hair, slowly. There’s a moment of silence, filled with unsaid words. 

“I’m sorry.” Jimin breaks the silence and Yoongi pulls ways to look at him, his hand slipping through Jimin’s shirt, touching him as if it could calm him down. “About what?” 

“About the way I treated you last year.” 

A small smile settles on Yoongi’s face, “I don’t think you knowing would have changed a thing. You are honest, and you would have written the same thing. And I would hate having sugar-coated articles written about me out of pity anyway.” 

How did he get to know Jimin so well? “Still, I’m sorry it happened.” 

“You didn’t know and I wanted it that way, the media shouldn’t know something so personal.” 

“I’m no more the media?” 

Yoongi locks eyes with him, they are red and filled with emotions but he doesn't cry. “No, you're not. At least not to me.” he says, bringing Jimin down to make their lips meet, sliding together softly, to seal the vulnerability that just happened between them. Jimin cups Yoongi’s cheeks to deepen the kiss and Yoongi lets him. It’s the older man who takes him in his arms and brings him to bed again. Their breakfast-for-dinner long forgotten.

The kissing continues, it turns into making out, their hands travel along their bodies but nothing more happens. It’s soft and it’s cuddles that warms Jimin up inside. “Thank you for sharing it with me.” he says over Yoongi lips, which the man kisses. “How are you now?” Jimin asks because he needs to know if he’s okay. 

Yoongi hides in his neck, “Processing, it’s a long journey. But I have a therapist, I’m not doing it alone.” Jimin hums, confirming it. “Yeah, you’re not alone.” he whispers and it dawns on him how true it is, how he knows it’ll be incredibly hard for him now to not think about Yoongi in his life. How he thinks that he loves to be in Yoongi’s. 

They sleep in the same bed again, Jimin wakes up in the middle of the night to find Yoongi wrapped around him. For the first time he doesn’t think of it as a mistake, he settles better in the man’s arms and goes back to sleep immediately. 

🏁

“Tell me again where are you going?” 

Hyeji is sitting cross-legged over Jimin’s bed, they are in France now. Jimin’s hotel room is pretty fancy, he likes how it’s in perfect French-style, he’s sure Yoongi is appreciating it. “At the paddock.”

“Why and why at this time?” 

“Because Yoongi asked me to meet there, i’m going to help him look for Invaders . And he had some filming to do, so he asked me to meet half-way.” Jimin says and it makes Hyeji look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m just helping him.” 

“Park Jimin.” 

“Don’t.” 

“Oh yes, I need to do it.” Hyeji says, shifting position and sitting on her heels now, she claps the space near him and Jimin must sit down. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks him the moment he sits and he knew it would come. “Help-” 

“Oh you stop it. You know you’re not just helping him looking for stupid mosaic aliens around the city. You like him.” 

Jimin doesn’t speak, he looks down at the sheets, “”You know about the challenges too?” 

“Yes, of course! Reb is obsessed with it. But don’t deflect.” 

“Maybe.” he says but he can’t admit it yet, he just can’t. “Listen, I’m your best friend, okay? I can read you like an open book and I know something has changed during these past weeks. Am I wrong?” 

He shakes his head, it’s true that something has changed but Jimin still finds it hard to accept it, he just wanted to go with the flow but now Hyeji is making him fac reality. “He- he opened up to me about something personal.” 

“He did? About what?” 

“It’s not my place to tell, it’s very personal. I just- I don’t know Ji. It’s so confusing, we hated each other at the start of the season and now this.” Jimin says, moving his hands around to try to explain better how he’s feeling. “I like being with him, around him and talking to him. And the sex is amazing, but-” 

Hyeji stops him, “There’s no but, you’re the one putting it there. You can change your opinion on people, Jimin. And you can develop feelings for them.” she says, “Don’t think too much about it, okay? Just live it, that’s the best thing you could do to yourself.” she continues and Jimin nods at her words, moving to hug her tightly. “He’s still insufferable.” 

“I bet he is.” 

“He asked me to go with him because he wants to beat Jeongguk and Seokjin.” 

Hyeji caresses his hair, leaving a kiss on his hairline. “But you agreed to it.” 

“I did. Don’t say anything, I know it's bad myself.” Jimin says before jumping off the bed, taking a blue cardigan, soft and fluffy. “How do I look?” 

“Ready for a fourth date.” she teases and Jimin only rolls his eyes at her. She looks at him fondly but then her eyes turn serious, “Another thing before you go.” She starts and Jimin sits back down. “Your head still has to be in the game. I know it’s futile for me to say because I know you, but as your boss now I have to.” 

Jimin listens and nods, “I won’t let it cloud my judgment. I know.” 

She looks at him, and after some seconds she finally nods. “I have big plans for you, don’t fuck it up for love Park Jimin.” She says and Jimin smiles, “I won’t let it happen.” 

They are on the same page. Jimin has never been one to prioritize love over himself, over his project in life. It’s not that he’s an egoist, he cares about the people around him and he doesn’t act like the other people’s feelings don’t matter. But he’s also aware that love is an added value to his life, not the fundament of it. He wants it, but if he can’t have it then so be it. 

The idea of being dependent on someone else scares him, the idea of completely giving himself away, to let his heart uncover wholly. He needs to have his bubble, his job or whatever it is that is just his. He values his space too much to abnegate himself in love. Still, he’d do everything for the people he loves, because he has feelings and he can’t deny nor avoid them. 

Experiencing love is one of the best things that can happen, and he likes to think that out in the world there’s someone just for him. And he knows that that person would never ask him to sacrifice himself, his dreams and hopes. 

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to go to?” He teases to ease the mood and Hyeji only shrugs, “She’s filming too, I bet they are trying to get as much content as possible to distract everyone from the ugliness of the circuit.” She jokes and Jimin laughs loudly. That is true, tomorrow they will race at the Paul Ricard circuit and it’s the ugliest circuit on the calendar according to Jimin and more than half of Formula 1’s fans. 

It’s just a mess, blue and red lines all over the place, it almost looks like a supermarket parking lot. Those lines have a meaning though as they consume the tyre if a driver by mistake drives on them- the blue are lighter, the red heavier. But they make sense, since they are located where there’s usually grass or gravel, so they penalize a driver if he drives on it but it also helps slow the car down if a driver loses control. 

The thing Jimin laments is that it could have been done in so many different and less ugly ways than how it is now. But it is what it is, they’ll keep it like this. 

He leaves the hotel and enjoys his time, walking towards the paddock. When he arrives he enters easily with a slide of his badge. People recognize him and wave at him, or simply smile his way. Jimin has many contacts around the Formula 1 world, he knows that building them it’s important, it can be useful.

He keeps walking down the long straight street where all the team buildings are located, and it’s not hard to locate the AlphaK sector, where he sits down right outside. The small building is white, with black and red details. On each side of the team’s name there is the driver's name, he likes the details. The sliding door opens as he’s looking at it and two familiar faces get out of it. It’s Seokjin and Jeongguk and a man that Jimin has probably only ever seen on tv during pit-stops. He has a girl sleeping in his arms and they are waving their goodbyes to the driver and the coach.  “I can look after her tomorrow, it’s not a problem Nam.” Jeongguk says, “You know I love spending time with her.” 

“She loves you too.” the man says and Jeongguk smiles, they say their goodbyes after that and it’s then that they both spot Jimin. 

He stands up, “Park Jimin, what are you doing here?” Seokjin greets him with his usual bright tone, “Torturing Yoongi outside working hours?” he adds and it makes them all laugh, but Jimin shakes his head. 

“I could but we have other plans for today.” Jimin says and he notices how Seokjin’s eyes soften. He knows the man always has his guard up, he reads Jimin’s articles too. “Yoongi is almost done, he’s trying to hurry but filming is taking a bit too long.” Seokjin explains and Jimin nods, “It’s okay, I have no problem waiting.” Jimin says he looks towards Jeongguk, “How are you doing, Jeongguk?” Jimin asks, trying to be polite and the younger hums, “I’m doing great, thank you for asking.”

“Does Yoongi still gives you a hard time at the gym?” Jimin teases and it makes Seokjin snort, trying to hide a laugh. “Since you stopped coming, unsurprisingly, no.” Jeongguk reveals and it makes both Seokjin and Jimin laugh, “He’s embarrassingly gone for you.” Jeongguk reveals and it makes Jimin’s heart skip a beat. 

Seokjin nudges Jeongguk’s side heavily. “Yoongi’s going to kill you.” 

“This is my revenge for every time he doesn’t focus in the gym.” Jeongguk keeps saying and it makes Jimin blush but it’s also interesting information. “Oh, keep going. This is all useful information.” Jimin jokes with them and he can see them both turn pale, “Listen, we were never here. We have never spoken but let me tell you, good thing you two started having sex. He seems more focused now that he can stop daydreaming about you.” Seokjin says and it makes Jeongguk snicker. 

“How much does he talk about what we do exactly?” Jimin asks, concerned because the two seem to know way too much. The couple in front of Jimin snickers but doesn’t say anything to satisfy Jimin’s curiosity but he doesn’t really need it, he can understand it himself that Yoongi does talk about him. 

Jimin is taken aback by the honesty of the two but he also likes it. “So please, keep working your magic on him.” Jeongguk adds and Jimin can only shake his head, amused. 

There’s a moment of silence between the three of them, but then Jimin hears Seokjin sigh, “He’s more playful lately, you know? It has been a tough year for him and I don’t know, it’s nice to see him smile again.” Seokjin says, his usual playful tone changed into a more serious one. His black hair is long, and he pushes it back with two fingers. Jeongguk nods at his friend’s words, “Treat him right, please.” the younger whispers and Jimin can only nod, “I- I know.” he says, and he notices how them both widen their eyes, “I don’t have any intention of hurting him.” he continues and he awaits the nods both Jeongguk and Seokjin gives him like his life depends on it. It’s a sort of blessing and Jimin got it. “Now, before he comes out and sees us here, we need to go.” 

“Looking for Invaders ?”

“Absolutely, we’re going to win this game.” Jeongguk announces, and it makes Jimin’s snicker at how passionate he seems about it. “How many did you find in Monaco, Yoongi didn’t find any.” Jimin asks because he’s curious now, Yoongi pulled him into this and he wants to know. 

Jeongguk looks at him and then he laughs, pushing Seokjin’s shoulder as he tries to keep his balance. “What?” Jimin asks as Seokjin pushes Jeongguk too. “There are no Invaders in Monaco, and Yoongi knows that, the map says it.”  Jeongguk reveals and Jimin raises his eyebrows, “Oh, he’s in so much trouble.” As he speaks they hear the sliding door open and Seokjin and Jeongguk hurry their goodbyes to Jimin, snickering all the time and pushing each other as they walk away. 

“Your friends are crazy.” he says and Yoongi laughs, “I know, I hope they were kind to you.” 

Jimin pretends to think about it, bringing two fingers under his chin, “They were enlightening.” 

Yoongi raises one eyebrow, but then his eyes narrow, “What did they say?” 

Jimin laughs, taking Yoongi’s hand in his. “Let’s say that you’ll have to show me the map so I check if there are Invaders to look for.” Jimin says immediately because he can’t keep it to himself and the look on Yoongi’s face is totally worth it. He’s red in the neck, “Who told you?”

“Ah, ah, don’t blame them. You could just admit that you desperately wanted to take me on a date in Monaco.” 

“Wasn’t that clear enough already?” Yoongi says and Jimin diverts his eyes, why is it so hard to look at Yoongi whenever he says something with so much truth in his words? “I love making you speechless.” Yoongi says, nudging his side. Jimin turns to look at him, “Don’t get used to it.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Yoongi says, as he guides him outside the paddock, holding his hand. They don’t take a taxi like Yoongi says he knows Jeongguk and Seokjin will be doing, as usual they just walk around the city, trying to look on the map to see where the closest invaders are. “If Jeongguk laments you don’t work out enough, let him know the kilometer count you’re doing right now.” Jimin jokes, they have been walking a lot and they have only found three invaders. They have also discovered so many cute alleys that Jimin doesn’t mind the slightest. “He’ll just say I’m an idiot because of this-” he shakes his phone, “I should work smarter, not harder.” 

It makes Jimin laugh, “He’s not wrong, though.” 

“Which side are you on?” 

“The side of the person who told me that you got distracted by me at the gym.” Jimin reveals, making the man groan. “I’m going to fire him. And probably unfriend Seokjin, too.” he speaks not looking at Jimin, but he searches for his hand as they keep walking around the city.

“You won’t.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because they care a lot about you, and you care a lot about them.” Jimin explains, “I talked with them for two minutes and it's clear that they love you.” he continues and Yoongi is silent, he only plays with Jimin’s fingers. “I do care about them, they helped me a lot last year. I don’t know if they know how much. But they are too nosy and like to gossip too much.” 

“Says the man who was reading about the latest drama in Megan Fox’s life.” 

“I mean, a blood path is a crazy thing.” 

Jimin laughs, leaning against Yoongi as they keep on walking. It’s so nice to be out with him, talking easily and doing something silly. Jimin can’t believe that he just didn’t want to see how good of a person Yoongi actually is. He is good, caring and devoted. Jimin feels appreciated with him, he feels listened to and admired. 

Yoongi is effortlessly confident, but there’s also a side of shyness that peaks out from time to time. He’s not so up-front like Jimin is, but if he needs to say something he does it and he always has the right word to do it. “You know, I think you should accept defeat. They are going to find more than you anyway.” Jimin says after they have walked for at least two hours around the city. 

Yoongi doesn’t even have his phone in hands anymore, he's holding Jimin’s and he thinks that’s way better. “I was going to let them win, anyway.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Jimin teases, pocking Yoongi’s side with his finger. “You just had something better to do.” 

“You?” 

“Of course, what else!” Jimin jokes and the amused smile on Yoongi’s face is all worth it. It’s nice to see him smile again, the words resonate and Jimin thinks that it’s nice to make Yoongi smile, to be the reason behind it. It’s rewarding and it fills him with warmth, and with another feeling he doesn’t dare to give a name to, that Jimin has never felt before, not this strong. 

“I want to kiss you.” Yoongi says out of the blue, his eyes lingering on Jimin’s face, down to his lips. “I don’t think you need permission, after all that-” 

He kisses him, and like he means it and Jimin has never felt happier. The night doesn’t end with them in bed like Jimin wanted to though, they just sleep together, holding each other before Jimin wakes up to an empty bed because Yoongi has to leave early for working out. 

But there’s breakfast on the table in the dining room, and Jimin can’t believe how nice Yoongi is to have thought about it, calling room service and making sure that Jimin had it all splayed on his table. He calls Hyeji to enjoy it with her, because Yoongi ordered way too much. Jimin is grateful that she doesn’t say anything to him, but they just talk about what is happening in both their personal life and also about what they think will happen during today’s race.

Yoongi’s win in France doesn’t really come easily, he constantly had to keep his guard up as Max Hilton tries to overtake him. They almost had contact multiple times but in the end Yoongi crosses the finish line safely and first but he’s not happy. Jimin watches him through the big screen where he removes his helmet and balaclava as he prepares to jump on the podium but he’s tense. 

He is visibly angry, pissed, his jaw line has never been sharper. Jimin realized that during their interview he has never reached this level of annoyance. Jimin watches from afar how Yoongi gets on the podium, but the celebration is quick and definitely not exciting. 

“Min Yoongi, you didn’t look to happy on the podium. Can you elaborate on why?” Jimin asks Yoongi when it’s time for the interview. Yoongi fixes his uniform, and Jimin knows that now that’s his way of taking his time, trying to come up with an answer that won’t cause too much trouble. “Racing has some unwritten but clear rules, let’s just say some of them weren’t respected today.” he clarifies, “Winning by trying to cause an accident is not fair, nor correct.” Yoongi continues and this time it’s Jimin that makes him notice the obvious. 

“But in the end, you did win, how do you feel about it?” 

The man smiles, it’s small but it’s there and Jimin’s heart jumps. “It’s good, the adrenaline of it it’s there and I still need to wear it off-” 

“I’m sure you’ll think of a way to.” Jimin says almost slapping himself because what the fuck Park Jimin you’re live! He tries to gain back control of the situation but Yoongi of course doesn’t help, “Yeah, I have something in mind.” he says, eyeing Jimin up and down. God, they are ridiculous. 

“What are your thoughts on the championship now? Do you think you can win it?”

When he hears the question Yoongi glooms again, “I’ll believe in the Championship until the very end. I mean I can win it if my opponent doesn’t make me crash-” 

“At least you stopped doing that yourself.” Jimin teases and it makes Yoongi‘s laugh, shaking his shoulder. “Thank you for your time.” Jimin says then, because he doesn’t have anything else to say to Yoongi. The man moves on with Lia to another journalist and Jimin stays back to interview another racer- Max Hilton is among them and when he says, “It’s racing, I mean- if he can’t handle the pressure of it then why is he even here?” 

Jimin can’t help it, “Pressure and sabotage by trying to cause an accident are two different things though. Winning races because you eliminated him doesn’t make you a winner, it makes you a coward, don’t you agree?” 

Max Hilton looks at him, furious but he can’t say anything to him because he knows he’s already in bad lighting, he can’t make it worse. “I don’t think I did anything wrong, and the F1-O didn’t notify me of anything, so this is unfair treatment.” 

“If you can’t handle the pressure of my interviews, why are you even here?” Jimin remarks, winking at him just like he would have done in any interview with Yoongi. The man walks away then, almost dragged by his own manager and Jimin has the time of his life being able to get this reaction out of drives but it doesn’t give him the same satisfaction it did when it was Yoongi. 

Speaking of the man, later that very same day he doesn’t miss the chance to talk about it with Jimin. “It was so sweet of you to take my part- It was fun seeing you make someone else miserable in their interview.” Yoongi says, his fingers scissoring Jimin open. They always fall into each other’s bed, Jimin is not even surprised anymore. “I didn’t take your p- aah, holy shit.” Jimin moans when Yoongi finds his prostate, massaging the bundle of nerves. 

He did take Yoongi’s part, but he won’t ever admit it to him. “He has been an asshole throughout the race, I just pointed it out.” Jimin continues as Yoongi keeps thrusting his finger inside, knuckles deep, making Jimin fist the sheet. “Oh god , keep doing that.” he instructs and Yoongi doesn’t relent.

“He knows he has tried to cause an accident and he’s just sulking that everybody noticed.” Jimin continues, “If he can’t win fairly then he’s the one that should quit.” he’s getting angry just by thinking about it and when Yoongi giggles Jimin raises his head to look at him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Min Yoongi, what is it?” 

“You’re cute when you’re mad-” He says, leaning so close that their nose touch, “-for me.” he adds and Jimin can’t say anything back because Yoongi kisses him, pulling out his finger to push his dick past Jimin’s hole, condom already on. He bottoms out and Jimin still finds it hard to believe how good it feels, it feels better and better every time they sleep together and he can’t wrap his head around it. “You’re even cuter when you flirt with me in front of millions of viewers.” Yoonigi continues and Jimin groans, “Shut up.” 

It makes the man laugh, “That was a slip-up, it’s never going to happen again.” Jimin shifts their position and the laughter in Yoongi’s throat dies, a moan replacing it. Jimin’s hips move in a circular shape and it feels so damn good, the new position filling him up deeper than before. He feels Yoongi even more and it’s hard to focus on things when pleasure explodes like fire inside Jimin. 

Yoongi is looking at him, and for once he feels shy because the look in Yoongi’s eyes is worshiping. He looks at him like Jimin is his reason. The lights around them are low, making everything glow golden and Yoongi’s eyes make Jimin feel precious. “You’re warming up to me, Park Jimin. I know it.” 

“Oh, you know it?” Jimin whispers because he’s breathless, looking at Yoongi being so sure of what Jimin already knows but can’t voice and it leaves him out of breath. He keeps moving slowly, Yoongi’s hand settles on his waist while the other one caresses his thigh. “I know it.” Yoongi whispers back, and honestly Jimin can’t fight back. He doesn’t say anything, he leans on Yoongi’s naked chest, eye to eye he makes their lips touch. 

It’s tender and soft, also the way Yoongi changes their position, he takes one of Jimin's legs and hooks it around him. He makes them both come in the sweetest way, while they kiss and exchange unsaid words that neither of them is ready to say. 

🏁

For once Jimin is home, for him this weekend it’s a home race. It’s the Silverstone Grand Prix and Jimin feels giddy just thinking about it, he loves it and he loves that he’s able to sleep in his own bed. What he doesn’t like it’s his phone ringing way too early in the morning, he doesn’t even look at who it is, “What?” he says, his voice husky and filled with sleep. 

“Oh, wow, good morning sunshine?” 

Yoongi’s voice is delighted, and he laughs when Jimin grunts, “This better be important.” he says to the phone but Yoongi only chuckles, “I just bought you breakfast.” 

Jimin turns around in the sheets, his stomach feeling funny but not for hunger. There’s a faint light filtering through his windows and he knows that it’s way too early to even entertain a conversation, or to have his heart do funny things but apparently today it is what it is. “And you must want my address, now.” Jimin’s intuition is confirmed by Yoongi, “Why would I give it to you?” 

“Because you want to spend the day with me.” the older says through the phone, Jimin clutches it hard. “I wanted to sleep, actually.” he teases and Yoongi laughs, “We could do that.” he says and Jimin only hangs up the phone, he slides through their chat and sends him his location. He realizes that it’s half past six in the morning and the annoyance comes back in full force. Who buys breakfast this early on a Wednesday morning?

And he makes sure to ask Yoongi the moment the man knocks on his door, “I just landed, I bargained with Jeongguk to move my workout session to the afternoon.” he explains and Jimin can’t be possibly mad, especially because Yoongi got all his favorites. “How did you know?” he asks, speechless when he takes his Latte and chocolate cupcake. 

“You often eat it while you work on your articles in the Press building.” 

“Do you spy on me?” 

“Don’t they say to keep your enemies close?” 

“Am I your enemy?” Jimin asks as he accommodates in Yoongi’s arms, the man is leaning on the kitchen counter and he circles Jimin’s waist with his arms. “Kind of, but it could change.” The older moves a strand of wild hair behind Jimin’s ear, the touch is sweet and Jimin follows it. 

“Are we a fanfiction tag or what?” Jimin jokes and it makes Yoongi burst into a fit of laughter. “The internet would agree. Apparently, we are a ship.” the man says, “I don’t know what that means but it’s something.” 

Jimin laughs and Yoongi keeps him close to him, “It means they want us together, and they hope we are a couple.” he explains and Yoongi hums, “Usually a ship has a name.” Jimin continues, “If I’m not wrong ours is ‘yoonmin’, but I didn’t look further. It’s their safe bubble, I don’t want to intrude.” he finishes and Yoongi leaves a kiss on his hairline. “That’s nice and sweet of you.” he says, as his hand cups Jimin’s cheek, pulling him close to make their lips meet. “Hi.” he whispers softly and Jimin can’t fight the blush that blooms on his cheeks. 

“Hi, thank you for breakfast.” he adds and Yoongi only nods, he doesn’t speak, he only makes their lips slide together one more time. It doesn’t take much for Jimin to feel butterflies in his stomach, to feel like he’s kissing his first-ever crush. This is ridiculous, how did he come from thinking he and Yoongi were absolutely incompatible to this, to them kissing sweetly, making Jimin a giggling blushing mess? He smiles into the kiss and Yoongi mirrors him, “What?” 

“Nothing, I was just thinking.” 

“Care to share with the audience.” Yoongi says and it makes Jimin’s laugh, “Is Jeongguk teaching you slang?” 

“How old do you think I am?” 

Jimin raises an eyebrow and Yoongi easily caves,  “Yes, he is.” 

It makes Jimin burst into a fit of laughter, Yoongi is keeping him close so he doesn’t lose balance. “What were you thinking?” 

“That this is nice, and different from months ago.” Jimin confesses because he doesn't know why he should keep these thoughts to himself now, and Yoongi visibly relaxes, he leans more into Jimin’s space, holding him closer to him. “It is.” he says and Jimin rests for a while on his chest, enjoying how the soft hues of dawn greet the bright sun of June. It’s a hot day and neither of them wants to go out in the sun. 

Staying in the bed seems a better idea, and they jump on it right after they have breakfast, Yoongi drinking a coffee and eating the biggest bowl of fruit Jimin has ever seen. It’s nice sleeping in together, cuddling even if it’s way too hot to do so but neither of them care right now. They use the time to talk and chat, to get to know mere about each other. Jimin learns that Yoongi’s mom lives in Daegu so that she can be with the rest of her family, and that he’ll go there to spend the summer break. 

Jimin doesn’t have any plans for summer break, maybe he’ll spend some days with his parents in Busan. “I have an apartment in Seoul but I'm almost always at my mom’s when I go back because I don’t want her to be alone.” Yoongi says and Jimin plays with his fingers to let him know he’s there. “That’s sweet of you.” 

Yoongi smiles, “But honestly I think sometimes she just wants me gone, she often says I should go back to Seoul, I live there.” he says and Jimin smiles softly. “I’m sure she loves having you around, but after your loss maybe she needs to reassess and having you around doesn’t help her get used to living alone.” Jimin tries because he doesn’t want Yoongi to be sad or get mad at what he’s saying. 

“I’ve never thought of it like that, you’re probably right.” Yoongi says and Jimin turns to lie on his stomach, he looks at him “When am I ever wrong?” he jokes and it makes Yoongi chuckle. “Don’t make me talk, baby.” he says so softly that Jimin can’t do anything else but lean down to kiss his lips. 

It’s about noon when Jimin starts to feel hungry and Yoongi as well, they don’t go out to eat. Jimin feels like cooking, he’s relaxed and happy. “What do you need to eat?” He asks Yoongi because he knows that during race season they have to follow a diet. 

To make the car faster and more aerodynamic the driver can’t weigh more than a certain amount and it needs to be in constant check. “Rice and vegetables, whatever is fine.” Yoongi says and he tries to help out Jimin by cutting the vegetable with him, it’s nice and kind of domestic and the constant small touches between them make Jimin thrilled. If Yoongi walks past Jimin to take what is needed to set the table he won’t miss the chance to touch Jimin’s side lightly. 

“How are you feeling about the race, hyung?” Jimin asks once they are seated and eating, they cooked a simple rice dish with zucchini, carrots and peppers and some soy sauce to top it all. Jimin watches Yoongi appreciate the food, he eats it with gusto and it makes Jimin proud of himself. Yoongi gazes at him, “I’m thrilled about it, Silverstone is important to me and-” the man takes a moment to assemble his thoughts. “-It would be amazing if I could dedicate this win to my dad. He loved the Silverstone circuit, and it would really mean a lot.” he confides and Jimin extends his hand over the table, Yoongi meets him halfway. 

“Whenever I win I dedicate it to him, everytime.” Yoongi continues and he answers one of Jimin’s questions without it even being asked, the gesture he does on the podium has always been for his dad. He feels tears tickling his eyes but he breathes in to control himself, Yoongi doesn’t need him to cry when he’s confiding something so difficult to him. 

But he notices that Jimin is getting emotional so he pulls at his hand, and Jimin stands up, settling into Yoongi’s open arms. “I can’t tell you it’s going to be just like you wish for, I hope it will but I can’t.” Jimin says and not because he doesn't think Yoongi won’t be able to do it but because during a race anything can happen. 

“I know, I wouldn’t have asked you to.” Yoongi says, as he hides in Jimin’s neck. He cards his finger through Yoongi’s short hair, the man leaving small kisses on his skin. “Give it your all, and I’m sure your father will enjoy it.” Jimin whispers and Yoongi nods, still in the crook of  Jimin’s neck. 

They finish eating slowly but not as slowly they fall into each other, feeling each other’s body up in Jimin’s bed, touching soft skin, they make each other come just with their hands, nothing too crazy but just what they need to feel close. Jimin can’t keep quiet when Yoongi touches him like that , like Jimin is made of crystals. 

But it shatters Jimin from the inside, his growing feelings for the man on top of him, and he needs to swallow it down, and instead say, “ Hyung, hyung. Yoongi-” when it gets too much, when Yoongi flicks his wrist just right, making Jimin feel on fire, like he has never been touched at all. 

Yoongi erases everything and everyone that Jimin has ever slept with, just by the way he made his way under Jimin’s skin. “Can I tell Jeongguk I already worked out?” Yoongi calls after they make each other come a second time under the rain from the shower, and Jimin laughs, turning into Yoongi’s side. “You could, but you know he wouldn’t care and make you work out even more.” he points out and Yoongi groans. “I hate him.” 

“No you don’t.” 

“I don’t wanna go.” 

“You have to.” 

“Do you even want me here, Park Jimin?” Yoongi teases and Jimin smacks his naked ass cheek. “No, I just feed you and let you fuck me for sport.” 

“Well, that’s a nice sport.” 

“You’re dumb.” Jimin hisses as he moves on Yoongi’s laps, pinning him down on the mattress, and Yoongi just looks at him with a soft smile on his face. “I have to go.” 

“You do.” 

“You’re not allowing me to.” Yoongi says, his hands on Jimin’s waist, keeping him there on his lap. “Move me.” Yoongi does, he takes Jimin in his arms like nothing and shifts their position. Yoongi hovers over him, and he looks into Jimin’s eyes. “I’ll see you around the paddock, Park Jimin.” 

Jimin raises his head a bit, kissing the man's lips. “You will, now go. You know where the door is.” he says and Yoongi only smacks his ass, in return. “Rude!” he calls when Yoongi is already out of his bedroom, the man laughs and Jimin’s head falls on the mattress. 

Oh, he’s so fucked. 

“ And it’s light out and away we go for the Silverstone Grand Prix. The start is looking good now, Min Yoongi and Max Hilton fighting for first position-” Jimin is listening closely to the commentary, he is with Hyeji in the VIP room where he can watch the cars speeding right under his nose. The room is big, dark walls where one big screen hangs from which Jimin watches the race unfold. 

He is focused, this is the last race before the summer break that will last a month. After, they’ll come back to race again until the end of the season and Jimin is ready for it. But for now the anticipation of who’ll win this race is big and there’s a different air around it. He doesn’t understand what it is, maybe it’s the fact that he knows how important it is for Yoongi to win it, not for the Championship but for his dad. 

Or maybe it’s the fact that now Jimin cares about him, and he’s just finding out what it means to have someone he deeply cares about racing inside a speed trap at more than 300km/h. “I know it’s racing but Hilton is crossing the line with not leaving space for Yoongi.” Hyeji says she's sitting close to him, her arms crossed over her chest. 

Jimin hums because he doesn’t like the way Hilton is driving. When there’s an overtake going on, one of the drivers needs to leave space for the other car to pass safely. Max Hilton is not doing it and no one is telling him otherwise. Jimin clenches his jaw because the F1-O should notify him for unsafe driving. 

Yoongi is anticipating most of his sudden moves, avoiding any collision but it becomes impossible for him to overtake if his opponent doesn’t play fair. “ And here Min Yoongi again is trying to overtake Max, will he do it? Oh my god, he’s doing it, he’s doing it at copse, the hardest turn, he’s incredible!! Max doesn’t let him get through, he protects the outside not leaving room for Yoongi to-”

“Oh that’s a big, big, big crash for Min Yoongi, the safety car is deployed!” 

Jimin watches as the scene unfolds in front of him and he can’t believe what has happened. For a moment he doesn’t understand anything especially because everyone inside the VIP room is yelling but Jimin’s eyes are still focused on the screen, he needs to see Yoongi walk out of the car, he needs to see it with his own eyes but nothing is happening. Yoongi is not walking out. 

The car is immobile against the barrier, one of its tires detached and there was no way for Yoongi to have stopped the crash. 

He’s not answering the team radio and Jimin imagines the worst. His car was touched by Max’s, he didn’t give him enough space to be able to stay on track while he was trying to overtake. The crash was inevitable but the force with which Yoongi hit the barriers, that’s what is terrifying, the way he lost control of the car as it spun towards the barrier. It makes Jimin fear the worst. 

“Are you okay?” The question makes everyone focus on the team radio, making it appear on screen, “ Yoongi, are you okay?” it comes again but Yoongi doesn’t answer and he doesn’t move. Usually when there is a crash the drivers are able to exit the vehicle on their own accord or if it’s really bad a steward has to come and help. 

Jimin doesn’t realize he’s not breathing and that he’s clutching Hyeji's arms hard until- “ Uuh, I don’t know. I’m okay- I-” Yoongi’s breathing is heavy, his words chopped, but he’s conscious. “ I’m so confused.” That’s enough for Jimin to start breathing again. “ I’m sorry, guys.” Yoongi says through the radio and Jimin would love to shake that head of his, but it seems the crash already gave him a bit of a ride. He is apologizing to the team when he did nothing wrong- well, he did but that’s not the important story right now. Jimin will write about it, but right now he needs to know if Yoongi is doing okay. 

He sees the crane come to get the car, the steward outside Yoongi’s car helping the paramedics take care of him, his heart stops beating again when it’s announced that Yoongi will be brought to the hospital for a total check-up. 

Jimin knows, he knows, that this is standard procedure when a crash this big happens but it doesn’t change the fact that he feels on edge and has a hard time focusing for the rest of the race. He doesn’t even register that Max Hilton wins the Grand Prix, he doesn’t care that much today. 

Seokjin is on the podium too, but he doesn’t celebrate. He has never looked more serious and Jimin fears the worst, maybe he knows something about Yoong? But as soon as he gets his trophy, the driver disappears and Jimin is left with nothing once again. 

And it’s so rare for Seokjin to not congratulate the other people who are on the podium with him, but this time he doesn’t congratulate Max and it stirs whispers and chatter among the journalists. Jimin feels it. 

In the meantime, no news about how Yoongi is doing comes their way and Jimin can’t take it anymore. He’s worried sick. He takes out his phone and shoots a private message to Jeongguk, hoping that since he’s inside the box he might know something. 

Jeon Jeongguk 

hey jimin 

don’t worry, you’re no bother 

as soon as i know something I’ll update you

i know nothing myself and it’s driving me insane

Park Jimin

thank you so much

i appreciate it

It takes all Jimin’s professionalism to not scream at Max Hilton when he’s going to the interviews section. He still has to do it, that’s his job and this time it’s not Yoongi who Jimin will skin alive. “I can’t congratulate you on your win, I hope you know it.” Jimin starts, “It wasn’t really a race you won fairly. Do you have something to say about it?” 

“I don’t think the way I’m being treated by most journalists is fair, Yoongi went way ahead of himself in wanting to overtake me. If he would have waited, he would have done it without any problem on the straight.” 

“So before he could, you decided to send him off?” Jimin pushes and he can see Max tilting his head, trying hard to come up with an answer that is at least polite. 

“Listen, I already paid my ten-second penalty for that, and still I won. I think I can celebrate without any guilt.” Max Hilton comments, his eyes shining with adrenaline but Jimin cares for none of it, he doesn’t care at all. “I do agree that Min Yoongi could have waited, that’s a mistake on his part, he could have avoided overtaking at copse.”

“Thank y-” 

“I’m not done.” Jimin interrupts him, “There are unwritten rules among drivers, everyone knows it. You didn’t leave him space, he crashed. That’s something that goes beyond just a mistake on his part.” Jimin insists and Max only shrugs, he really doesn’t care. 

“As I said, this is racing. Someday you win, someday you lose.” 

“Win fairly next time.” Jimin advises and Max evidently has something more to say but his manager comes to get him away from Jimin. He stays rooted at his post to interview more drivers, every single one of them talks about Yoongi, how sorry they are that things like this happen. Some openly talk about how between drivers there should always be respect, one of them is Seokjin. 

“I’m not talking only about respect outside of the car, that’s bare minimum. I get that while racing adrenaline spikes and everything seems personal, but we have rules, written and unwritten for a reason. We should respect each other and not try to sabotage each other’s race where there’s a possibility of something terrible happening.” he says and Jimin can only agree, he lets him go by congratulating him on his win and Seokjin bows his head. “Before I go, I know the Formula 1’s community must be worried, but there is still no news about Yoongi. We know he’s awake and breathing, but we all have to wait for further information.” Seokjin says and after that he truly departs. 

Jimin thanks him silently, because as he was speaking Seokjin was looking right at him. It was for him but knowing that there’s still nothing drives Jimin crazy. 

Thankfully Jimin is done for the day and he doesn’t want to hear anymore about the race, about any driver that it’s not Yoongi. He checks his phone but there’s no new texts from Jeongguk. Fuck . 

He meets with Hyeji outside the AlphaK building on the paddock, it’s too crowded when he gets there and Jimin can understand why. Everyone wants to be the first to have news on Yoongi. 

She walks towards him, meeting him halfway, “There’s no news yet, but he is awake and they are checking his stats.” she says and Jimin only nods, “How are you?” she asks, handing him a cup of warm latte. He thanks her, and defeated he lets himself feel what he feels. “I’m worried, no one has heard anything and I just-” 

“Jimin.” she calls him and he has to meet her eyes, she’s worried too but for him. “You did good during the interview, I was afraid you wouldn’t have noticed Yoongi's mistake but you did. You noticed both Yoongi’s and Max’s.” she says and a part of Jimin feels relieved that he still did a good job. “Now you’ll go home- don’t even try. I’m gonna cover it for the rest of the evening.”she instructs, “You shoot Yoongi a text and wait, okay?” she continues and Jimin can only nod. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll call you later okay?” she says, “And I’ll text you as soon as we get some news, got it?” 

He nods again, trying to flash her a smile of gratitude but he knows that it’s more a grimace than anything. 

He really needs to be home right now, but more so, he needs to know how Yoongi is doing. So as soon as he gets home he takes his phone and sends a text to Yoongi. 

Park Jimin  

i’m home 

please let me know how you are 

anything please

i’m worried about you

He doesn’t know when the man will answer, if the man will answer him but just knowing that he’s awake is enough. Jimin repeats it to himself as he puts his phone on its highest volume so as he showers he’ll hear if someone calls him or if he receives a text. 

As hot water falls over his head, he repeats to himself like a mantra that Yoongi is okay, he’s awake and alive. Jimin needs to calm down, he really needs to get his shit together because he knows that Yoongi will be okay, that it wasn’t mortal and that he’ll walk out of the hospital on his own two feet. But he can’t help but worry anyway. 

He hates not knowing, and he’s overly frustrated because he knows what today means for Yoongi, what was at stake. He gets out of the shower, checking his phone immediately, leaving wet drops on the screen. There’s nothing and Jimin gulps down disappointment. He tries to buy himself time, to keep himself busy as much as possible while the TV plays the Formula 1 channel. He waits for any news but as soon as they start talking about Yoongi, his phone starts beeping and there’s a knock on his door. 

He takes his phone and notices there’s a few texts from Jeongguk that slightly alarm Jimin. 

Jeon Jeongguk

he’s out, he’s okay

just very pissed 

but he’s not coming back to the hotel 

i don’t know where he’s going

The knocks on his door become more insistent, “Coming!!” he yells to let himself be heard, but he doesn’t know who could possibly be. Maybe it’s Hyeji that passed by to check on him, but his mind is spinning. Where is Yoongi? Why didn’t he go back to the hotel? Why does he have to make Jimin so worried?? It doesn’t make sense, Jimin gets that Yoongi is pissed and he probably wants to steam off alone but damn, he could answer his texts and let Jimin breathe. 

He needs to know if the man is okay mentally, how he’s coping with the fact that this day holds a special meaning for him. “How can I h-?” his words die in his throat as he opens the door. He can’t utter a single word the moment he realizes that Yoongi is there, looking at him with wet, red eyes. 

It takes a second before Jimin notices that Yoongi’s chin starts to tremble and he opens his arms to let the man hide in them. It’s instant the way Yoongi accepts the offer and Jimin holds him tight, “I didn’t-” Yoongi tries, “I didn’t know where-” he continues but Jimin gently shushes him, walking with Yoongi in his arms towards the couch. 

As he walks he takes the tv remote and turns the TV off, he’s sure Yoongi wouldn’t want to hear any of it. The older doesn’t let him go though, and when Jimin sits down, Yoongi curls up to him, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. He caresses his hair, because he has noticed before that Yoongi likes it. “I didn’t know where else to go.” Yoongi says between sobs that makes Jimin’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“Hey, you did good. Okay?” Jimin tries to soothe Yoongi, “Cry it out, it’s okay. You’re okay here.” he whispers and he shifts on the couch so that Yoongi can lay better on him. He lets Yoongi cry, trying hard to suppress his own tears because hearing the man so broken breaks Jimin’s heart. 

Jimin whispers sweet words as Yoongi cries, he tries to comfort him with them and with his small touches; he caresses his back, his hair and leaves kisses on his hairline. “It’s okay.” Jimin says one more time when Yoongi seems to calm down. He’s not crying anymore but he’s not okay either. “I didn’t want to be alone, but I also didn’t want anyone else but you around.” Yoongi says, still not looking at Jimin. 

Jimin keeps doting over him, touching him where he notices it makes Yoongi curl further into him. “I’m glad you’re here, I was worried.” 

“I’m s-” 

“Don’t you dare.” Jimin says, his voice a soft treat. “You’re going through a lot, I’m just saying what I was feeling.” Jimin explains. He is still worried sick, but at least Yoongi is with him, and he knows he’s safe. His heart started beating again the moment Yoongi entered his apartment, a feeling settled in the left side of his chest that Jimin recognized but can’t voice out yet. 

“It wasn’t supposed to go like this.” Yoongi says, his voice trembling as he speaks. “I- I was so stupid, so eager.” It's at that moment that Jimin moves, pinching Yoongi’s chin with his index and thumb to make the man meet his eyes. “No, that’s my job, don’t steal words for my article.” he jokes, he tries at least a little, but there, a small smile appears on Yoongi’s face. 

“You were greedy, that’s true. Hey-” Jimin says as Yoongi tries to divert his gaze again, “-Look at me.” Jimin whispers as new tears form in Yoongi’s eyes and Jimin dries them with his thumb, “You had a goal in mind and you wanted to achieve it. You didn’t make the best call but it wasn’t entirely your fault. Is that clear?” he explains and Yoongi nods, “How are you feeling?” Jimin asks, cupping Yoongi’s cheek, the man leans into the touch. 

He breathes in heavily, “Could be better. I really wanted this day to go differently, for him.” he whispers, closing his eyes. Jimin looks at him, really looks and he takes in Yoongi’s disarming beauty. He’s disheveled, vulnerable and with his heart out on his sleeve right in front of Jimin. He’s trusting him, he’s trusting Jimin with his hurt, with his open wound and Jimin feels so lucky he gets to see this side of Yoongi as well. “If you drive while having fun, and you do what you love I’m sure he’ll be proud of you.” 

Yoongi looks at him, “He would be so mad at me right now.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I didn’t drive with focus. I wasn’t thinking about driving, I was thinking about him.” Yoongi says, and he gazes out of the windows, the street lights visible. “Then you know what to do to make him happy. Next race think about you, think about you on track and you inside the car.” Jimin says gently, “Whatever the result is, if you’re happy, he’ll be too.” 

Yoongi looks back at him, there’s something majestic in his eyes, something so sweet that Jimin finds it hard to look away. “Will you be there? Whatever the result?” he asks and Jimin’s breath itches, and he thought he wasn’t ready to answer this question but- “Yes-” he says naturally, getting closer to the man, “Of course, I’ll be there.” he says because it doesn’t even cross his mind to not be where Yoongi is. He can’t think of not having him around, of not being part of his life and not having Yoongi being a part of his. 

The older closes the distance between them, making their lips touch. It’s so soft that Jimin can barely feel it but it holds so much emotion that it hangs heavy on his lips. It holds so many, so many unsaid words that Jimin is not ready to voice yet but that creates a whole chaos inside of him. 

“Come, I’ll make you something warm.” Jimin says to Yoongi. They stand up and go to the kitchen, but neither of them talks much. It’s more that they both find solace in each other’s presence and that’s enough already. Yoongi doesn’t need to talk and he has already done enough, explaining to Jimin how he feels. Now it’s Jimin's turn to respect his needs and help him out the best he can. “Do you have some painkillers?” Yoongi asks after they settle in bed with their warm cups of tea. 

Jimin gets up and goes to get them, “Where does it hurt?” 

“My shoulder- they said I went under 51G force and since I hit the barrier from the side my shoulder got the worst of it.” he explains and Jimin looks at him worried. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s okay. Nothing that Jeongguk can’t work around.” 

“You drivers are batshit crazy.” 

It makes Yoongi laugh as he down a pill with his tea, “Someone has to be.” 

“Oh, speaking of Jeongguk. He texted me he didn’t know where you were going, have you told him where you are?” Jimin asks and the guilty look on Yoongi’s face speaks for itself. “Min Yoongi!” he yells, sitting up on his mattress. 

“I wasn’t thinking, okay? Don’t get mad at me.” Yoongi fights back and Jimin softens, he can’t be truly mad at him right now. “Please, text him and whoever else you didn’t text that might be worried sick about you.” 

Yoongi listens to him, he takes his phone out of his pocket and Jimin leaves him some privacy to answer all the text he needs to. He moves to the bathroom in the meantime and when he looks himself up in the mirror he can see how worry, relief and happiness mixes together. 

It has been a hell of a rollercoaster today and tiredness has started to settle into Jimin’s bones. Now that he has Yoongi near and he knows that he’s okay he can let himself be tired. 

So when he gets back to the bedroom and Yoongi opens his arms for him, Jimin accepts greatly. He doesn’t even mention how they don’t talk about Yoongi staying, it’s futile now and Jimin is okay with it. They make themselves comfortable, Jimin’s cheek over Yoongi’s chest while the man pulls him closer by circling his waist. They fit perfectly, like matching puzzle pieces. 

“You know I’m going to write shit about you, right?” Jimin makes sure Yoongi knows and announces it in the darkness of the room. Yoongi makes his chest vibrate with a bright laugh that warms Jimin’s heart and makes him smile as well. 

“I’d worry if you didn’t.” 

“Good night, Hyung.” He doesn’t need an answer back because Yoongi kisses his forehead, and that’s all Jimin needs to fall into a deep but relieved sleep. 

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And Summer Break it is! 

August is the worst month of the year for any Formula 1 fan, it means boredom, it means a whole month without any race. It’s the worst-case scenario, to be honest. But- you know there’s always a ‘but’ with me- we are left with some great thinking to do, so maybe we should let the summer break begin. 

Silverstone was a fiasco, it wasn't the celebration the fans and the community wanted. Silverstone showed the ugly side of the competition. Mistakes were made and by both of the drivers that are now competing to win the Driver Champion’s title. 

On one side we have the stubborn, greedy Min Yoongi; on the other side of the ring we have Max Hilton, arrogant and too full of himself for his own good (has someone told him that he can make mistakes? or better, has someone told him that he makes mistakes and that living up to them and admitting them is actually more appreciated than faulting others?... but anyway!). The last race we had the chance to watch didn’t leave anyone happy, there was a frustrated air hovering over Silverstone. 

Was it because Max Hilton didn’t absolutely mind that he had sent one of his opponents to the hospital? Was it because he had won the easy way and ignored all the silent rules that every driver knows and respects? 

Was it because Min Yoongi still doesn’t know how to take advantage of the situation and gets ahead of himself? Was it because he could have waited to do the overtaking, taking a dangerous and very wrong decision by deciding to do it at copse? 

Was it because of all of that put together? Yes. Absolutely. 

It was heart-wrenching watching the Silverstone race, so we can only hope that the Summer Break will let all drivers steam off and gain back their energy back to bring us a better show. This hasty and tense environment is not what the Formula 1 fans want. 

So, my dear reader, let’s hope for a great comeback without any more stupid decisions, with a fair and respectful competition. It’s racing, no need to use idiotic cheating tricks to win.

Enjoy the break. 

-Park Jimin 

It takes a moment for Jimin to understand where he is. It doesn’t look like his house in the UK but it doesn’t look like the guest room at his parent’s house either. He turns around in the soft sheets hugging his body and slowly he blinks the sleep away from his eyes. A soft light filters through the window, it’s raining outside and the clouds mute the bright light of the sun. 

Jimin looks around the room and then he remembers, a shy smile on his lips. 

It has already been two week since the summer break has begun and to Jimin’s liking it is always too damn fast. He never realizes how tired he is until he has real time off from work. He has spent the last two weeks with his parents in Busan, catching up with them and his family. 

He’s pretty good at handling distance, but whenever he gets hugged by his mother or his father it dawns on him how much he actually misses them on a daily basis. So he has tried to make the most of it for the time he had with them, playing with the cat that they had recently found, a calico, that Jimin warmed up to incredibly fast. He has hundreds of photos already of the kitten, his phone storage crying but he doesn’t care because it was just too cute to not take a photo. He shared them with Hyeji and Yoongi, and the man always wanted more. 

They texted constantly, but never to the point where it became too much or too overbearing because they knew that eventually they’ll find time to be together. It happened so naturally that Jimin didn’t even have the time to be scared of it. One time, after dinner, Jimin wanted to hear Yoongi’s voice and he asked if he could call him. They talked for hours and at the end of it Yoongi suggested that Jimin spend the rest of his stay in Korea with him, in his apartment in Seoul. 

Jimin accepted because he didn’t have any plans back home and he actually wanted to spend time with Yoongi, staying with him as much as possible before they would be sucked back into the crazy shuffle around the world that was their job. 

So, he remembers where he is. He got here last night but he didn’t have time to actually look around because Yoongi was all over him, bringing him to his bedroom immediately,  making Jimin’s mind spin with pleasure. He almost didn’t let him breathe but Jimin was not one to whine about it. 

He has been feeling on the edge since they said goodbye before the break, knowing that they had some time before seeing each other again. He has longed to have Yoongi’s mouth on him again, to feel his hand travel and touch every inch possible of his body. To hear his deep and husky voice after he has had Jimin in his mouth. 

But mostly he has missed him, just him; being able to hold him, to fall asleep next to him and to have him tease Jimin over the smallest thing. 

“Do you really need a suitcase that big?” 

“Do you really care when I’m naked next to you?” 

“So rude, Park Jimin. Entertain me.” 

“I could think of a couple of sources of entertainment other than my suitcase.” 

But Jimin likes it, he likes the way Yoongi’s mind works, and how he gets to appreciate every day even more. And Jimin looks around the room to do it, because a bedroom says a lot about someone's character. Yoongi’s room is exactly like he is, collected, easy and chill: cream walls all around with dark furniture, the bed has a black structure and the wall in front of it is covered with a bookshelf, black legs and wooden shelves. 

The knowledge that Yoongi will probably know what type of wood it is makes Jimin’s mind explode, how can a man be so sexy. He doesn’t know but he’s in his house so it’s okay. In the bookshelf there are architecture books, history books and Formula 1 history books,  psychology books, self-awareness and a bottle of whiskey to top it all. He can imagine Yoongi reading and absorbing random knowledge while sipping on the best liquor. 

Jimin giggles to himself when he hears footsteps approaching, god he’s embarrassing. A sweaty Yoongi appears from the door and Jimin sits on the bed. “Why are you sweaty?” 

“It’s not sweat, I went for a run.” 

Jimin looks outside where it’s pouring and then at Yoongi, “You know, I can come up with a thousand puns about how you could have gotten wet without going out.” It makes Yoongi laugh, his shoulders shaking. He cards his hands through his hair, pushing it back. It has grown a bit since he last cut it and Jimin really likes it. “You’re unbelievable, wasn’t last night enough?” Yoongi asks, raising his arms over his hand to remove his shirt from the back of his neck. 

Jimin follows the movement with his eyes, he licks his lips. “Is it ever?” Jimin watches as Yoongi crawls over to him, caging Jimin. His nose traces Jimin’s chest, right up to his jaw line, pampering with kisses the skin there. “You’re right.” Yoongi whispers and he leans down to kiss Jimin’s lips, his heart plumming in his ribcage as their lips slide together and Yoongi settles between Jimin’s legs. But an idea settles in Jimin’s mind, and he has to be strong for it. He changes their position, sitting on Yoongi’s lap, he makes their lips meet again as his hips slowly move over Yoongi’s dick. 

It doesn’t take much time before Yoongi gets hard in his pants, he leans down to whisper into Yoongi’s ear, “I want you to want me more, hyung.” 

“What? Park Jimin don’t you dare-” Yoongi yells at him but Jimin has already moved, jumping off the bed and running away from the man, he doesn’t really know where to go because he doesn’t know the apartment yet, having come here only yesterday day and learned the way from the door to Yoongi’s bedroom but he’s positive that if he follows the stairs he’ll find himself in the living room. 

He’s right and he’s rooted in his place when he takes the space in. It is huge, wide and open- the glass wall lets in so much light that Jimin can’t help but walk toward it to look outside. He can see most of Seoul from that and it’s beautiful even on a rainy day like today. But what catches Jimin’s eyes, apart from the black soft couch, is a piano in the far right corner. It’s black and it stands proudly in the room. 

Jimin hears Yoongi padding his way towards him, his chin settling on his shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again.” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin’s neck, and the expense of his shoulder as he moves Jimin’s shirt. “Or what?” Jimin asks, his head falling back to leave more room for Yoongi. Yoongi smiles, Jimin can feel it on his skin, “Don’t try me, baby.” 

One of Yoongi’s hands gets under his sweatshirt, the touch makes Jimin’s shiver, a feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as Yoongi’s hand splays on it. “Hyung?” 

Yoongi hums, his hands caressing under Jimin's navel, making him weak in the knees. “Do you play the piano?” 

Fingers move on Jimin’s arms, like they would over piano keys and Jimin feels a fire erupt within himself. “I do.” Yoongi says, biting on Jimin’s lobe. 

“Hyung?” 

Yoongi hums again, his hand now teasing the hem of Jimin’s boxer, his leg opening Jimin’s. “Can you fuck me on it?-” Jimin asks and Yoongi stops his hand’s movement for a minute, “-and then plays me something? Yes, in this order.” he says and it makes Yoongi chuckle. But Jimin get swooped in Yoongi’s arms and he brings Jimin really close to the piano. He touches him with his hands, it’s cold but polished and Yoongi settles behind Jimin’s back. “As you wish.” 

Jimin is facing the piano and he lets Yoongi do as he pleases with him, it reverent the way Yoongi pulls down Jimin’s boxer, leaving him only with his shirt on. And Jimin doesn’t turn around to look at him, he knows that the man is kneeling on the ground, his hand opening Jimin’s legs so that he can- “ Holy shit.”  

He licks Jimin’s rim, sending all his senses into overdrive. God, it’s so hard for Jimin to elaborate how Yoongi makes him feel this good every single time. Jimin tries to find leverage on the piano surface but it’s of no help, his torso leans on it but it’s not enough and the moment Yoongi’s tongue pushes past his hole he’s already gone. The sound is lewd and wet but Jimin doesn’t care because it only fuels how much he wants and needs Yoongi right now. 

The man doesn’t listen to any of his pleads now, “Hyung, please . I need you, you .” he tries but Yoongi only keeps lapping at him, slowly adding one, two and then three fingers inside. He kisses every inch of Jimin’s spine as he slowly stands, his fingers still inside of him, thrusting and massaging his prostate, making Jimin a bubbling mess of moans. 

“ Now you need me, funny.” Yoongi chuckles, one of his hands fixing a strand of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “What do you want?” Yoongi continues and Jimin tries to push himself up, Yoongi lets him and he slowly turns around, his back against the black piano. He pulls Yoongi close, linking his hands behind the man’s neck. 

He makes their lips clash, their tongue meeting. Jimin’s bite and tug at Yoongi’s bottom lip, making the man moan and cage Jimin’s against the musical instrument. “You.” Jimin says to his lips, and Yoongi acts. “I don’t have a condom here, wait a s-” 

“It’s okay.” Jimin says, “I’m clean, if you're okay with it, I’m okay-” 

“Fuck-” Yoongi curses, making Jimin smile. “But I don’t have lube either, I don’t want to h-” 

“Hyung?”

Yoongi hums, “Just make love to me.” Jimin whispers, their eyes locking. Neither of them talk, Yoongi caresses his cheeks and closes the distance between them, making their lips meet in the sweetest and softest kiss Jimin has ever received. It’s almost worshiping the way Yoongi touches him, the way he tastes Jimin on his tongue and bite at the corner of his mouth. 

It’s defining the way Jimin’s heart tries to jump out of his ribcage the more Yoongi touches him like that, his hands tracing every inch of his body as he slowly thrust inside of him. It’s the first time that the word love is said between them and it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels so natural and good to entertain the idea of loving Yoongi. 

“ Jimin -” Yoongi moans, biting his shoulder to muffle it when he bottoms out. “You’re so tight, fuck - you feel so good.” Yoongi grits through his teeth in pure pleasure, his breath already heavy. Jimin is none the better, Yoongi’s inside of him feels amazing and being in his arms while Yoongi starts moving his hip is an experience. 

Jimin helps him, placing his arms on the piano, to remove some of his weight for Yoongi but it doesn’t seem that the man cares and that makes it even hotter to Jimin. His head falls back, Yoongi’s forehead now on his torso and one of Jimin's hands finds his way in his hair, pulling lightly at it. 

It tugs in Jimin’s stomach, the need to come, the pleasure pooling and waiting to explode. Yoongi is relentless in his thrust now, hitting over and over again Jimin’s prostate, causing Jimin to see stars, to feel like he would jump off a cliff and die happily right now. 

Their lips meet at some point, Jimin kissing every inch available of skin he can reach. Yoongi thrust gets sloppier, messy but they do their job because after a particularly hard one Jimin comes hard, white spreads over both his and Yoongi’s stomach. The man comes a dozen thrust after, kissing Jimin’s skin and slowly pulling out. “This was better than my morning run.” 

“Yah, of course it was.” Jimin says, slapping Yoongi’s ass as they clean the mess they have made together. They run a quick shower together, but it’s just a simple shower to remove sweat and any grossness. As they are drying their hair with a towel, Jimin turns to Yoongi, “Will you really play something for me?” he asks and Yoongi nods. 

Once he’s seated in front of the piano Jimin loses himself in watching Yoongi play, he closes his eyes as he lets his fingers flatter against the white and black keys, in a melody that Jimin doesn’t know but that it’s beautiful. “When did you learn?” he asks when Yoongi finishes the melody, but he doesn’t stop playing. 

“My mom plays and she also taught piano, I’ve grown up with music. It would have been my second career choice if racing didn’t work out.” 

“It’s not working out.” Jimin teases and Yoongi shoots him a look that makes Jimin giggle, “Park.” 

“Min.” Jimin mirrors but a soft, amused smile settles over Yoongi’s face. “As I was saying before your rude ass ruined my storytelling-” 

“You like my rude ass.” 

“I never said I didn’t.” 

“So you’re only saying it’s rude.” Jimin jokes and Yoongi only chuckles, “Can I continue?” he asks, looking at Jimin with a playful glint in his eyes. “Please, go on.” 

“She always played and she taught me how to read music and how to express myself with it. I like it, I like how intense it can be, how mellow, how soft, how sweet and slow. It accommodates me to express myself and I’ve always appreciated that about music.” Yoongi explains and Jimin takes the piece of information in, a piece of Yoongi and stores it in his mind and heart. 

Getting to know the man is an experience, it’s everything Jimin never thought it could be. Getting to know Yoongi is living life trying to fully appreciate it, to see it from different angles, taking the bed and turning it into something useful or meaningful to learn from. 

Being with Yoongi is realizing that he's an early bird, that he tries to sleep in but just can’t. That he has switched to decaffeinated coffee because the normal one was too strong; that he likes being taken care of even if his primary love language is actively doing things for Jimin; that he needs his space sometimes, to be alone for a while, that when it happens it’s nothing personal or against Jimin. 

He has learned that Yoongi knows how to do so many random things, he can sew, he can knit (he showed Jimin a scarf he and his mother did for each other as a Christmas gift); he knows how to rap (they had a karaoke experience while showering) and he knows how to cook- they are in the kitchen together and Jimin is doing the bare minimum because Yoongi decided that he was going to cook for everyone tonight. 

He has invited over his friends, Jeongguk, Seokjin, and Namjoon and his daughter (not really, but Yoongi doesn’t explain any further) and Jimin is excited to meet them all properly. “You’re gonna love Chija, she’s just like her father- too smart for her own good but too clumsy to be left unsupervised.” Yoongi explains as he’s preparing kimchi fried rice (Chija’s favorite) and kimchi jjigae. 

As their friends come over, Jimin learns new things about Yoongi; he’s loud when he’s comfortable, his gummy and sweet smile on full display, but his loudness it’s never annoying, it's a burst of happiness. He’s not much of a talker, he likes to listen to what his friends say and he has heart eyes for the six years old lady that got everyone wrapped around her finger. And Jimin learns the hard way that seeing Yoongi with kids does nothing good to his heart. 

“Namu-” Chija starts, she is sitting on Namjoon’s legs, her small hands cupping Namjoon’s face to make him look at him. They are all sitting in the living room, some of them on the couch and some on the floor. Jimin is on the floor with Jeongguk, while Seokjin is on the far right of the couch, Namjoon in the middle and Yoongi on the far left, Jimin leaning on his legs. “Can I ask it now?” she says and Namjoon sighs, an indicator that he has tried to dissuade her before. 

“You can ask, but if uncle Yoongi says no, what do we do?” he asks putting her down when she wiggles her body. She's wearing a comfortable salopettes with a white shirt underneath, now decorated with small red stains from dinner. “Convince him.” she says dead serious and Namjoon sighs again, defeated. “I swear I try.” he mutters more to himself, making everyone snicker. “Go on, ask him.” 

She claps her hands and moves so that she can stand right in front of Yoongi, Jimin moves a bit to look at the scene. “Uncle Yoongi, can you teach me how to play piano?” she asks and Jimin feels his heart gallop in his chest at the soft smile that settles on Yoongi’s face. “Right now?” he asks and she takes his hand, trying to pull him up. “I learned everything about it! Did you know that a piano has- ehm, I know it.” she stops to think, Namjoon looking at her as if she was about to tell the secret that regulates the universe. “-88 keys! but some have even 102?” she explains like Yoongi doesn’t know and he plays along, following her. 

“Hyung, you can say no to her.” Namjoon calls and but Yoongi only dismisses him with a wave of hands, “It’s no problem.” he says and as Yoongi sits on the stool with Chija over his legs Jimin talks and chats with the guests. His eyes always fall back to Yoongi and Chija, he’s patient and sometimes loud noises come their way, but it’s funny to watch Yoongi make silly faces to the kid. 

Jimin finds out that night that Chija is Namjoon’s sister's daughter, she passed away some months after giving birth to her and she asked Namjoon to be Chija’s legal guardian. With his lifestyle it hadn’t been easy but he made it work. “She’s adorable.” Jimin comments and Namjoon smiles, “Only because it’s the first time you see her, let her warm up to you-” he comments and Seokjin just slaps his thigh. “Oh shut up. She is an angel and you know it.” 

“Then maybe the problem is you.” Namjoon points to Jeongguk, “Whenever she spends time with you she comes back with a new series of pranks to do on me.” 

It makes Jeongguk laugh, Namjoon isn’t really mad but it’s nice seeing them all interact. “Someone has to.” Jeongguk comments and from that Namjoon starts telling Jimin all sorts of pranks she did to him- glasses of water over his bedroom floor, repeating things like a parrot, plastic wrap on toilet and the coin that leaves marks behind if it gets touched.

Jimin laughs hearing all of them, and Yoongi always looks his way when it happens, his face serene and bright. It’s only when Chija starts lamenting the first sign of tiredness that they all leave, thanking Jimin and Yoongi for the night. It was so fun, Jimin loved every second of it. He hopes one day Hyeji can be in the mix as well. 

As they leave Yoongi walks up to Jimin, who is putting dishes in the dishwasher. He hugs him from behind and hides his face in Jimin’s neck; he has noticed it’s a thing Yoongi does when he needs a moment, when he needs to recharge. “How are you feeling?” the older one asks Jimin. 

“I’m happy, they are amazing.” he says with honesty because it’s true. He had an amazing night. “I’m glad to hear it.” 

Jimin chuckles, then he shares a thought. “You know you’re very different from other drivers- I see their Instagram, they spend their time out in clubs, partying and celebrating. You’re very chill for someone who lives on a speed-trap most of his life.” Jimin voices and Yoongi leaves a kiss on the skin of his neck before pulling away, he opens up a cabinet and takes two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from it. 

He pours some for Jimin first and then for himself, handing him the glass and walking up to the couch. He sits down and only when Jimin has followed and mirrored him, he talks. Jimin sits close to him, of his legs bent over Yoongi’s leg. “I’ve never been someone that likes being in crowded places, I do it because my job requires it but I like my everyday life and I like living at a normal speed, enjoying things I normally can’t.” 

Jimin listens, watching as Yoongi sips on his whiskey, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “But it’s your job, and you choose to do it.” Jimin comments, just to understand better. 

Yoongi hums, “I like my job, I love racing. The adrenaline it gives me it’s incomparable to anything else but I also like to slow down when I can, because I want to, because there’s so much to enjoy and I can’t do that if I live my life as if I’m running for my life.” he explains, “I want to have relations, I have to feel connected with people and have memories that won’t fade away quickly just because I don’t know how to live slowly.” 

Jimin leans into his space some more, Yoongi turns his torso toward him. “I wouldn’t be able to feel this.” He moves his glass between them, and Jimin looks down, shy. “And you-” he whispers and Jimin’s breath hitches, his heart plums treating to jump out of his ribcage. “You help me slow down.” 

Jimin finds it harder and harder to describe what he feels whenever his lips meet with Yoonig’s, it feels like he has achieved everything in life, it feels like he has finally reached the top of a mountain on a snowy, stormy day. It feels like something that Jimin has never had but always needed without knowing it. “You say it so easily.” 

“Is that a bad thing?” Yoongi asks, their forehead touching. Jimin shakes his head, “I like it, I admire you. You- I like you.” Jimin admits and he feels so much lighter, like the heaviest weight, he didn’t know he had, has been instantly removed from his shoulders. 

Yoongi smiles, chuckling as he looks down. It’s shy, and Jimin doesn’t ask him to look at him, he lets Yoongi have his moment. “I like you so much.” he continues, Yoongi brings two hands over his face, careful with the glass to hide how embarrassed he feels. “Stop saying it.” 

“What? That I like you? It’s a bit of an unfair request, don’t you think?” 

Yoongi looks at him then, cocking his eyebrow, “You can say things like ‘you help me slow down’ and I can’t say that I like you?” Jimin teases, settling his legs on Yoongi’s lap, a position which they’ll find themselves in more and more as the days go by. 

The embarrassment quickly dies down and is subdued by the two of them bickering over who does the best impression of the other. That night they don’t realize how late they go to sleep, talking comes easily and neither of them wants to stop because- damn, it feels so damn nice, Jimin feels like he has found him, the one, and he can’t believe the rocky start they had. 

He can’t believe how much the tables have turned, because if someone had told him that he would have felt something for Yoongi he would have laughed his ass off. He would probably have sent that someone to go fuck himself. But now- now it’s a whole different story and Jimin knows he’s dangerously close to saying those three big words, he feels them more and more on the tip of his tongue and he has to bite it whenever Yoongi smiles his way, whenever Yoongi touches him or does something silly to make Jimin smile. The time they get to spend during the summer break has Jimin happier than he has ever been. 

They go out on dates, they take casual walks in the park and stop on their way back home when they see a cat outside of the place they order takeout from. Both of them would love to have one but with their lifestyle, it’s the hardest thing ever, and no one wants to give a pet that stressful of a life, constantly taking airplanes and changing environment almost every week. 

And it comes soon, too soon, the time for them to part ways because of their schedules, because the season has to continue and Yoongi needs to get back to work as does Jimin. That doesn’t stop them from seeing each other, it’s a bit more complicated but they both understand each other’s obligations and appointments; they both understand that puzzling their time together it’s just that, a puzzle that both of them wants to complete and so when Yoongi wins in Belgium, they go out for dinner. 

When he doesn’t win in Holland they meet in Jimin’s room, because Yoongi didn’t feel like going out and he was visibly tense, stressed. Jimin lets him steam off, letting him rant and vent about everything he noticed he did wrong, asking for Jimin’s opinion and what he has noticed from outside. “How do I explain it- you said to me during summer break that outside of the car you want to slow down, right?” 

Yoongi nods, it’s a short movement but there. He’s pissed at himself and Jimin needs to finds the right words to say what he thinks without causing the bomb to explode. “Maybe you should slow down in the car too- not literally of course.” He says when he hears Yoongi scoff, spiking Jimin’s nerves as well. 

“And how?” Yoongi asks, there’s spite in his tone and Jimin doesn’t like it, even if he knows it’s not personal and he’s not mad at Jimin. He’s just mad, pissed and Jimin is taking the brunt of it. “Because I don’t know if you noticed but speeding it’s basically the whole point of it all.” 

“I can shut up if you don’t want to hear it. You asked for my opinion, do you want it?” Jimin snaps because it’s not fair and Yoongi knows it. “I get that you're stressed and your point difference to Max is lessening, but it’s not my fault and you taking it out on me won’t help you.” marked to make it clear if it already wasn’t. 

Yoongi gets up from where he is sitting on the couch, he walks up to the window, opening it to let some chill air in. Jimin still sits on the couch of the hotel room, hugging his legs to his chest as he watches Yoongi trying to relax, his back muscles flexing and bending under the hoodie. “What did you mean by slowing down in the car?” Yoongi solicited and Jimin sighs, he leans his cheek on his knees and looks at the man he would love to get up to and hug, but he knows better. Yoongi needs to come around himself when he’s that stressed, Jimin has tried to calm him by getting closer but Yoongi was so stiff that Jimin got the hint, and he’ll wait.

“You have to go fast inside the car, you’ve been trained to think fast too and anticipate what others driver will do so that you can get ahead of them, or take advantage of their mistake-” Yoongi turns around and he looks at Jimin, he’s about to open his mouth but, “-I’m not done talking.” Jimin roars and it works, “But you never wait for them to make a mistake, you just want to get it done as fast as possible. You then make the mistake. Be as patient in the car as you are outside, push but don’t force it when you know you can’t.” Jimin finishes and there’s a moment of silence. 

This is the first time since they have started spending time together that they both lose their patience with each other, where they get back to their snarky retorts as if there hasn’t been an insane amount of sex and honest, open talking between them. It’s frustrating because all Jimin would love to do is just explain it calmly, to hug him and cuddle him but Yoongi has put up a wall now, he feels like Jimin is not on his side because he’s pointing out what he didn’t do or what he did wrong. 

Yoongi usually listens to him, he absorbs everything Jimin says but he’s stressed right now and it’s dawning more on him, as the race passes, that if he doesn’t focus and doesn’t stop making mistakes, the Championship title could fade away into thin air. 

The silence is tense between them but Jimin doesn’t move, it’s Yoongi who does and he pads his way to the couch, kneeling before Jimin. He rests his head on Jimin’s legs. “I’m sorry.” he says, his voice muffled because he’s not looking up. “I was a dick.” 

“You were.” 

“I’m not mad at you.” 

“I know that. You were still a dick.” Jimin points out. 

Yoongi looks up then, “I now get when you say you don’t get the fuss around me, why you say I’m a mediocre driver.” he confides and Jimin wants to speak up but this time it’s Yoongi who it’s not done talking. “I don’t mean it to have a pity party, but-” he groans because he’s tired and expressing himself properly is hard. Jimin understands. “I know I’m a good driver and I know I can win, but from your point of view I now understand why you wrote those things.” 

“Most of your losses, you caused them.” Jimin observes, “I don't want to make you feel miserable, you asked me what I thought.” 

“I want to know, I need to get better. I’m really sorry for before. I shouldn’t have used that tone.” Yoongi says, glancing at him, his eyes apologetic and sad. Jimin gives him a reassuring, small smile. “It’s okay, I’m sorry too, I added fuel to the fire.” 

Yoongi shakes his head, but Jimin fixes a strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s okay. You’re stressed and I’m stressed, it happens. We apologized and recognized it.” he mumbles, caressing Yoongi’s face. “You are a good driver, baby, you are and you do good in believing it. You just need to perfect yourself more, you don’t have any room for mistakes, so let the others make some for once.” 

“I want to be perfect because I do well, not because someone else makes a mistake.” 

“If you know how to use others' mistakes to get the best out of your race, then it’s your effort. You once told me that winning a race is a mixture of luck and good driving. Didn’t you?” Jimin extends his legs when Yoongi sits down on the couch, Yoongi lays on them, his head in Jimin’s lap. “I did.” 

“Then follow your own words.” Jimin prompts as Yoongi takes his hand to leave a kiss on the back of it, their legs tangling. “Thank you.” the older whispers, “Don’t thank me, win the Championship.” Jimin teases and he can see Yoongi’s cheek move as he grins. “I lo-” 

“Hyung?” he interrupts him, breathing itching in his throat. He didn’t do it on purpose, it was just the timing but he knew what Yoongi was about to say. It makes his heart race but he doesn’t let him finish, Yoongi raises his head to look at him. “Don’t ever be an asshole again.” he warns and it makes Yoongi nod, even if they both know that the chance that it will happen again is there. They are only human and it’ll happen that Jimin will burst or Yoongi will snap, or both will but they’ll need to talk about it. Not spit shit over each other. 

Yoongi hugs his form, his hand over Jimin’s stomach. Silence is broken only by their soft breathing, and the flattering of Jimin’s finger through Yoongi’s hair. “Jiminie?” Yoongi says as one of his hands caresses Jimin’s thigh, resting a little longer than before. 

“Yes, you can bring me to bed and fuck me.” Jimin reads his mind, making Yoongi double over in silent laughter. 

But he does take him to bed, oh if he does. 

More Than a Race

The Hungaroring has always been one of the most awaited circuits among fans, it allows action and high speed. It’s pure adrenaline and we know the drivers love to have their fun on it. Min Yoongi seemed to be quite attuned with it, after a grid penalty for a motor change he made a spectacular comeback to the very front of the grid. 

He started last but he finished first; I must say that he’s starting to finally show why people, sponsors, fans are so hooked on him. 

But I need to address something way more important that Min Yoongi and other drivers did on the grid the weekend. Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin and other members of their team AlphaK along with other teams, like K-One, showed up throughout the weekend wearing rainbow-colored shirts, “Equal Love” stamped right in the middle of it. It’s an admirable gesture considering the non-including atmosphere going on around the country because of its leader. 

This is what Formula 1 is about, this is what it should stand for. Equality and Respect. It has been heart-warming to see it happen and it’s reassuring to know that the next generation has human rights at heart (let’s not forget what happened in Azerbaijan). 

Now, let’s await the most historical Formula 1 track- Monza is next week, aren’t we all excited?

-Park Jimin 

🏁

“Why is it so hot?” Jimin laments once they get to their hotel in Monza, it’s the second weekend of September but it’s too damn hot for Jimin's liking, even though he knows that in two weeks from now it’ll be worse because they’ll be in Singapore. “Because it’s hot.” Hyeji confirms and Jimin rolls his eyes at her. “Very helpful, thank you.”

“Always a pleasure.” She jokes and Jimin shakes his head, amused. He flops on her bed and she turns on her belly to look up something on her phone. Jimin rolls over so that he can lay close to her and watch what she’s doing. “You’re getting nice feedback on your latest piece.” She tells him and Jimin smiles, “Intellectuals.” 

“Oh, I almost forgot how humble you were.” she teases and Jimin grins, but he knew his latest piece was good because he liked it. He was satisfied with it and the corrections were minimal. “It almost looks like I’m ready to take your place.” Jimin jokes but Hyeji doesn’t fire anything back, she only glances at Jimin. 

“You’d do a great job.” she only says and Jimin looks at her suspiciously but he doesn’t push it, but it’s weird that she didn’t fire back at him. “Is everything okay?” he asks, taking the long route. 

Hyeji drops her phone and then drops her head on the sheet, the mattress muffling the sound of her scream. Jimin caresses her back as she does so but he’s concerned about her. “What is going on?”  he asks again and then she turns around to look at the ceiling, her hand rubbing his face. “Reb wants me to meet her parents. You know how she’s Italian, well we’re Italy and she-” 

“That's amazing news!! What worries you?” Jimin asks because something must or she wouldn’t behave like this. “If it’s fear that they won’t like you, Choi Hyeji gets out of the room.” 

“But it’s my room.” 

“Ji.” Jimin whines and she laughs, but it reassures Jimin to see that she is smiling now. “It’s that- I don’t know, like, I don’t even know how I’ll be able to communicate with them. I don’t if they speak english and if they don’t-” 

Jimin sits to look at her better, she’s wearing sweatpants and a green top. “Hey, do you want to meet them?” 

She nods, “Then it’ll work out, Reb can translate for you if necessary. And if it can be of any help Yoongi speaks italian, if you have time I can organize something tonight. It won’t do a miracle but you’ll learn some essential sentences.” She looks at Jimin with stars in her eyes and nods again profusely, sitting up and mirroring Jimin’s position. “Please, that’ll make me feel so much more at ease. Do you think he’ll do that?” 

“I’ll ask him and let you know.” He says and of course they end up that very same night, a post-qualifying Saturday night, with room service dinner splayed over the coffee table at the end of the couch, Jimin on it with his pc on his legs and Hyeji and Yoongi on the floor trying it out italian sentences and words. Jimin listens and tries to apprehend them passively as he does some research online for the next race. 

But he doesn’t really focus that much on it because it’s so nice watching Yoongi and Hyeji interact for real for the first time, having her meet the man that has now become a very important part of Jimin’s life. He feels his heart fill to the brim with love for them, for Yoongi, who accepted to help someone who he didn’t know only because she is important to Jimin. 

He came into Jimin's hotel room the moment he was done with his duties, filming, working out and post-qualifying interview (which Jimin did). He got pole position and it’s exciting to think that he will start first on the grid tomorrow and that if he plays it cool he might win it too. “This is too hard.” Hyeji says, flopping down on the floor with her whole body. “How do you make it so easy?” 

“I had to learn it and it’s still not perfect, don’t give up. You got most of it by heart now.” Yoongi says and Jimin keeps watching them fondly as they keep trying and trying and trying. “It’s piacere mio , you gotta say the c sound like you’d say ch urch.” Yoongi instructs, my pleasure is what Hyeji is attempting to learn and Yoongi has found a way to make her learn faster, by giving phonetic examples that she can understand. 

Time goes by faster and after three hours Hyeji calls it a night, thanking Yoongi and leaving a kiss on Jimin’s cheek. “I’ll let you know how it goes, it’s tomorrow night anyway. Don’t have too much fun, lovebirds” She says before she disappears with a grin on her face. 

Jimin stands up from the couch and walks to where Yoongi is, he’s still sitting but he now has his back against the coffee table and he rests his hand on Jimin’s legs, pulling him down to sit on his lap. “She’s funny and stubborn, in a good way.” Yoongi comments, “I get why you two are friends.” he continues and Jimin raises an eyebrow, “Oh, you know you’re stubborn as a bull, don’t make that face.” Yoongi teases and Jimin has to give up because it’s true. 

“Do you think she’ll make it?” 

“Absolutely not-” it makes Jimin laugh so hard he falls on Yoongi completely, both of them falling on the ground, laying on it. “She’ll panic and she’ll forget.” Yoongi comments and Jimin keeps laughing, Yoongi extending an arm to keep him close. “You’re the worst.” he says to him and it makes Yoongi turn, poking Jimin’s side with his finger, tickling him. 

“What am I?” Yoongi keeps tickling him, and it makes Jimin explode in laughter but also he kicks his feet in the air and tries to remove Yoongi from him, so he can escape but the man cages him and pin him to the ground, sitting on Jimin’s lap, holding both his arms on the side. “Say it again, if you have the courage.” Yoongi has a silly smile on his face and it makes Jimin’s hollow chest feel complete. 

“I love you.” slips past Jimin’s lips, so naturally, and it feels so good to finally say it. He has Yoongi sitting on top of him, smiling softly at him, his eyes tired, but he’s so happy that he just can’t keep it in anymore. “I love you.” he says again, quickly shifting his weight under Yoongi to run away from him. It takes very little for the man to understand and catch Jimin, making him spin in his arms, stupid racer’s reflexes . “That was a low blow.” Yoongi comments, “Don’t run away.” Yoongi says, and they are so close he can see how radiant Yoongi’s eyes are, how small indentations of gold ornate his brown iris. 

“I love you.” Jimin says again because he’s now in Yoongi’s arms, their noses brushing cutely. Jimin’s hands are on Yoongi’s nape, so that he can bring him close and make their lips touch. Jimin’s eyes flatter close as their lips slide, as Yoongi’s hand grip his waist to pull him even closer, like they have to merge into one. “I love you, too.” Yoongi whispers over his lips once they pull away, “I love you so much.”

The kiss that follows is sweet and warming, it makes Jimin’s heart do backflips of joy. He has never felt this much happiness bloom in his system, he didn’t think it could be possible to feel a sentiment so strong and rounding but here he is. Yoongi proved him wrong so many times. Yoongi takes him in his arms and Jimin knows what this means, but they don’t break the kiss while Yoongi walks. 

Jimin cups his cheeks to deepen the kiss and then his back touches the bed, Yoongi caresses his thigh and cups his face. It’s sweet, it’s delicate. Yoongi’s lips fall down on Jimin’s neck, sucking and licking the skin there, starting a fire in the pit of Jimin’s stomach. He’s feeling hot all over and he needs Yoongi. 

They undress easily and quickly, neither of them wants to prolong it because feeling the other as close as possible is way more important right now. Their lips meet again, it’s hard to detach when it’s Jimin’s favorite thing, kissing Yoongi, biting at the corner of his mouth, tugging at his plump bottom lip- “Hyung, touch me. Please .'' He begs and Yoongi listens to his wishes, but first he moves quickly to get the lube and he’s back on Jimin, his mouth leaving wet kisses on his chest, his tongue teasing his nipple. 

Jimin’s toe curls and he can feel arousal burning, he can feel the desire for the other man and the raging fire of pleasure building inside as Yoongi warms up his lubed finger, his index teasing his rim. He pushes it slowly inside of him, giving Jimin time to relax and as soon as Jimin is okay Yoongi starts thrusting it, adding a second and a third finger, scissoring them. 

He thrust his fingers inside, “You’re so pretty, fuck , Jimin, you’re gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers as he watches Jimin shiver underneath his eyes, under his hand that traces every inch of his body, from his thighs, to his side, waist and neck. Yoongi is reverent in his love, in the way he looks and touches Jimin. “Hyung, Yoongi , please, just- I’m ready.” Jimin is writhing, he needs more, he needs Yoongi now. 

And the man he loves comply with his needs, he lubes himself up because he knows Jimin likes it messy and wet. Jimin opens his legs to accommodate Yoongi, who teases Jimin’s hole with his dick before pushing past it. It feels so good, filling Jimin up and making him feel complete. It’s the best sensation ever, being so close to Yoongi. The man slowly bottoms out, giving Jimin times to adjust to him. 

Yoongi is big and it takes a moment for Jimin to relax properly but he settles Yoongi’s hand on his hips, tracing up to his shoulder and Yoongi gets the hint. He leans down to kiss Jimin, butterflies moving in his belly as Yoongi starts moving slowly, at his own pace because he wants to feel it, he wants to drag it as long as possible and Jimin agrees. 

“Holy shit, love, you feel so- shit. ” Yoongi moans into Jimin’s ear, his voice so low and gravel that if Jimin wasn’t already laying down he’d have to. The way he has just called him causes goosebumps to rise all over Jimin’s body. Yoongi just checks every box of what Jimin likes in a man, he’s the entire package for him. “I like you so mu- uh ch-” Jimin moans as Yoongi moves, he starts going faster and he finds Jimin’s prostate, thrusting over it over and over again until Jimin is a bumbling mess, pleasure completely numbing his senses. His fingers close in fist around the sheet and he pulls but soon he moves them over Yoongi’s neck pulling him down for a wet kiss, “I love you.” he shares over Yoongi’s lips, the man smiles and Jimin feels it. 

“I love you.” Yoongi confesses back, their breaths are heavy now and they both want to come, they need to come because the pleasure it’s unbearable now. Yoongi thrust hard, Jimin leaves red marks over his back as Yoongi hits his bundle of nerves over and over, but it’s when Jimin clenches and comes hard that Yoongi reaches his high, too. 

Yoongi falls over on Jimin’s chest, and he tries to catch his breath there. It doesn’t take much for him to do so, he’s used to a more difficult environment and as Jimin tries to regulate his breathing, Yoongi’s fingers trace every soft feature of his body, his hips, his stomach, his thighs, up to his nose and cheek. He traces his lips, “You're beautiful.” Yoongi says as he slowly pulls out from Jimin, getting up to take something to clean the both of them. 

Jimin whines at the loss but also at Yoongi moving from the bed, but he’s quick with removing cum off both of them and he’s soon on the bed, offering his open arms to Jimin. At night it's cooler, so Yoongi puts sheets over their bodies, their legs tangled together and Jimin leans his cheek on Yoongi’s chest. His finger traces Jimin’s spine,  “Do you remember in Imola? When Marco pointed to you-” Yoongi stars, but Jimin takes the chance to tease him

“When you blushed like you were with your first-ever crush?” 

Yoongi makes his tongue click on the inside of his mouth, his finger keeps moving on Jimin skin. “Such a brat- but yes . Do you want to know what he asked me?” Yoongi questions and Jimin raises himself up onto his elbow to look at Yoongi’s face, there’s a faint blush on his cheek, his lips pink. His hair is longer than before now, creating a nice black halo around him. He’s fucked out and his relaxed expression makes Jimin feel at ease. 

He nods, “What did he say?” 

“He asked me if you were my boyfriend.” 

Jimin can’t help but smile, caressing Yoongi’s cheek. “Is that your sneaky way to ask me?” he settles better on Yoongi's side, Jimin’s right leg tangling with Yoongi’s left, his chin resting on his hand over Yoongi’s chest. “Is it a yes?” 

“Mhh-” Jimin hums, nodding while a smile never left his face that his cheeks hurt, “We should go back and tell him that I am.” 

The shyest but happiest smile settles on Yoongi’s face, bright and open, gummy. It lights up the whole room, stealing the moon's job. “I love you.” Yoongi whispers, hugging Jimin closer. 

“Of course you do.” 

It’s cocky the way he raises his eyebrow, “Oh shut up, you love me, too.” 

“Of course I do.” Jimin can’t deny it, he has never felt such a strong feeling before and he knows that he’ll choose this. As he watches Yoongi tell him about the preparation for the Singapore race as they lay in bed together, Jimin feels like he now understands Hyeji. He feels it now, the yearning, the want and the will to choose Yoongi every single day, to get up in the morning and decide that yes, you can’t possibly live without this person in your life, knowing that you’ll be respected and loved the way you deserve. 

Jimin feels lucky when Yoongi falls asleep next to him, he feels lucky when he gets to wake up next to him. He feels lucky when he knows that Yoongi is working on his dream, that he is with his friends and having fun because he won’t even demand all his time, that’s now what Jimin wants from their relationship. 

Yoongi respects Jimin’s time with Hyeji and he likes it. Loving Yoongi is like having found that one missing piece, no matter how cliche it may sound, but it’s that one person that actually and really gets his needs, that shares his happiness and his sorrow because he knows he found someone who’ll listen, and someone who’s ready to help. Loving Yoongi is having someone that understands the way Jimin needs to be loved, wholly and completely but not overbearingly so. 

But being loved by Yoongi means that Jimin knows that no matter how much time passes between their next chance to be together, he knows Yoongi will make his way to him somehow; with coffee being delivered to his apartment, to a cute picture of a kitten sent via text or a call of five minutes when he can. But if he can’t do all those things Jimin know s that his love is present, that it’s with him either way because that is being loved by Yoongi. It’s devotion, and Jimin has promised himself to keep good custody of it. 

“You’re annoyingly happy.” Hyeji jokingly scolds him as they make their way through the hotel hall in Singapore. They mentally thank the air conditioning system because hell, Singapore’s humidity is pure hell and Jimin can’t live 24/7 while feeling sticky and sweaty. “Say the one who couldn’t stop smiling after dinner with Rebecca’s family.” 

“That’s another thing, that’s a good reason.” 

“I happen to have one to.” 

She raises an eyebrow and waits, she’s wearing a pigtail, shorts and a Nirvana shirt. Too hot for pants and blazer she told him and Jimin can’t help but agree. “Don’t tell me, oh my god- Park Jimin!!” She realizes it all alone when Jimin can only blush and look away. “Who told it first? YOU?!” She almost yells when Jimin’s cheeks get even redder but she throws her body at him, hugging him tight. 

“My baby, they grow up so fast.” 

He doesn’t shrug her off, but circles her with his arm so they can keep walking. “Are you meeting with him?” 

“Yeah, he’s been here for a week already to adjust to the weather and we didn’t have time to meet yesterday so, yep.” Jimin says as they keep walking, calling the elevator. Yoongi and most of the drivers tend to come to Singapore days earlier than the race, even earlier than they’d do for any other circuit. 

Singapore has a humidity rate of 98%; driving when the humidity is low is already hard, drivers lose up to 3-4 liters of liquid while racing, but during Singapore it’s just pure and unhinged hell. It gets too hot for them inside the car and the circuit is one of the hardest, it has only one straight line and it’s in those that a driver’s heart rate tends to lower, while in corners it speeds up again. So Singapore is tiring and straining for both mind and body. 

That’s why Yoongi has been here for a week already, and he has been working out almost daily in the hotel sauna under Jeongguk’s careful watch, to adapt his body to the situation he’ll face inside the car on Sunday. 

Yoongi has sent a text to Jimin to meet him there, so he thinks he is probably done working out. “I have to go now, meet me tomorrow for lunch, then we go to the paddock together?” Jimin asks as the elevator's door opens on the floor he needs to be. “Yes, baby, have fun!” Hyeji calls before the door closes. 

Jimin walks toward where he knows the gym should be, on his way there he meets Seokjin, who has probably already finished his work out; the man is sweaty, his hair sticking to his temple. “Hey Jimin, going to see Yoongi?”

“Yeah, he told me to meet him here. Do you know how much he has left?” he asks Seokjin and the man chuckles, drying drops of sweat off with a towel, “He has just started.”

“Bastard.” Jimin whispers and it makes Seokjin wheeze in laughter, “You could say that, but I think it could be quite a show.” he teases and Jimin sighs, ready for what he’s about to witness even if he’s not prepared at all. “Thank you, Jin. Go rest, you deserve it.” Jimin says and Seokjin raises his thumbs at him, “Oh yes, damn if I do.” he agrees and walks away quickly probably to shower. 

Jimin walks toward the gym entrance and he follows Jeongguk’s voice. There are people working out but neither of them catches Jimin’s attention. “Okay, just two more times.” 

“Oh, fuck me.” 

“Jimin would kill me if I did, so I’ll gladly pass on the invitation.” As Jimin laugh’s off what Jeongguk has just said, the couple turns to look at him. Jeongguk is wearing a tank top with leopard printed shorts while Yoongi is wearing a pair of gray ones and a white shirt. He’s laying belly down on a bench and Jeongguk is holding a pair of circular weights attached to a sort of big band that goes around Yoongi’s head. “It’d be nice to see you try.” he says to Jeongguk, sitting down on an empty bench not so close from them, he spreads his legs and bends his torso down to look at Yoongi. “You’re a piece of shit.” he announces and Jeongguk laughs so hard, it makes Yoongi reach out to slap his leg. 

“It’s so nice to see you too, love.” Yoongi says but he has a grin over his face because he knows damn too well what he did. “You didn’t tell him you had a workout?” 

“Oh he told me he was finished with it, actually.” Jimin says and Jeongguk shakes his head. “Gay.”  he fakes gags and it makes both Yoongi and Jimin chuckle. 

“Now that you’re here, would you like to watch?” Yoongi asks, his tone sugary. Jimin nods and settles better where he is. “Okay, go on. I already made you lose too much time.” 

“See?? This is why I like him!” Jeongguk says to Yoongi, his tattooed hand pointing to Jimin, he looks for a moment at Jeongguk's arm, filled with tattoos. He takes a moment to appreciate the one on his thigh as well, a big flower stretching up to his side. “I don’t like either of you.” Yoongi remarks but he can’t hide the smile in his voice. “Okay, let’s go.” Yoongi convinces himself and Jimin then tries to make himself as invisible as possible to not ruin their work out session. 

He knows how important it is for a driver to do it, and what it means to have a good body shape inside the car. It can save a drivers life to be able to keep hold of the car with their muscles, or not lett the G-Force push them around- in some corners they cal pull up to 8G directly on their necks and that’s why Jeongguk slowly and carefully fixes the band over Yoongi’s head, the weight forcing Yoongi’s head to go down but with his neck muscles he resist, keeping it aligned with his body. 

Jeongguk makes Yoongi repeat it five times before they move on to something else, and Jimin finds it hard to breathe and it’s not because they are inside a sauna. It’s because inside said sauna, Yoongi raises his arms, his hands catching the back of his shirt and he pulls it off his body. There’s a cycle inside and Jeongguk helps Yoongi on it, fixing a belt to monitor his physical stats around his abdomen.  

It’s hot inside the sauna, but Jimin feels even hotter watching Yoongi pedaling, his abdomen flexing and his legs pushing hard to fight muscle fatigue. Singapore demands them to work out in such conditions, trying to replicate the humidity they’ll find outside on track. 

Jeongguk progressively makes it more difficult for Yoongi, lowering the resistance in the pedal. His boyfriend is drenched in sweat and his dark black hair sticks to his temple and forehead, droplets race down his torso and Jimin closes his hand into fist because he’s drooling just by looking. It gets worse when Jeongguk takes out boxing gloves and throws Yoongi his. “I’m dying.” Yoongi announces and Jeongguk nods, “I know, it’s hard but you’re doing good. Last push, then your favorite part.” he announces and Yoongi takes the gloves on and tries to fall back into focus again. 

He does, his eyes narrowing and his lips pursing. He’s tense as he bends his torso a bit to avoid a punch from Jeongguk, punching him as Jeongguk requires. “Okay, good. Now I’ll hit and you keep avoiding, I won’t announce what I do.” he explains and Jimin watches, he looks at how big Yoongi’s arms are, his muscles showing, his abdomen tight and defined. 

Saying Jimin is attracted to him would be playing it easy, he has never seen a man so hot and beautiful in his whole life and to think he is lucky enough to get fucked by him. After at least 10 minutes Jeongguk calls it, and he guides them both to another room where a bathtub stands in the middle. “Enjoy.” he says, as Yoongi does a pair of jumps on the spot to prepare himself before dipping his whole body in the ice-cold water. 

Jimin knows it helps with sore muscles, and reduces the core temperature. As Yoongi lets the water reach his neck, a squeaking sound comes their way. The older turns around and he takes a yellow duck in his hands, it makes Jimin laugh so hard when Yoongi shoots the small duck at Jeongguk. “You don’t appreciate me enough-” Jeongguk starts, monitoring how much time Yoongi is spending inside his cold broth. “But out now, or you turn into a popsicle.” Jeongguk announces, his head snapping up, “Please, if you have jokes about it, keep it to yourself.” 

Yoongi accepts the bathrobe Jeongguk hands him, “Tomorrow before the race we warm up, and eat well before going to sleep.” he advises and Yoongi nods, drying as much of the cold water from his body as possible.  

Once Jeongguk leaves the room Jimin gets up, walking up to Yoongi, “If it weren’t for the cameras I’d ask you to fuck me here, now.” he says, letting Yoongi put an arms around his middle, their lips meeting half-way to greet each other. “You’re going to be the death of me, Park.” 

“Says the one who stripped and showed every single muscle of his body to me.” he teases back and it makes Yoongi grins, but soon he diverts his eyes and scrunches his nose, shy. “Are you tired?” Jimin asks as they walk out the gym, Yoongi tightening the rope around his body. 

“A bit-” Yoongi says as they enter his room, “But nothing that can stop me from having you.” he says caging Jimin, his back hitting the door. His lips move on Jimin’s neck, peppering the skin with kisses. It’s quick the way they undress each other, how Yoongi prepares Jimin and penetrates him slowly. 

It’s so good, everything with Yoongi is better than before and Jimin can’t believe it but he hopes it’ll never change. Yoongi is relentless, strong in his thrust and Jimin’s head hit the door with a loud thud , “You were so fucking hot.” he moans after a particularly hard thrust over his prostate. 

Yoongi grunt at the compliment, “So sexy and mine.” he whispers, his lips latching on Yoongi’s skin, sucking to leave a mark there where Jimin knows it won’t be visible. Yoongi’s hair tickles him but he doesn’t care right now, not when he can pull it to make Yoongi give him more skin to kiss. Jimin has been on edge for too long to actually resist, “Come baby, I’m here.” 

It’s all it takes to drive him over the edge, Yoongi’s strong hand keeping him in place against the door. The man comes a few thrusts later, and together they shower to remove all traces of sweat and cum from their body. “How are you feeling about tomorrow?” Jimin asks as they eat in bed, too lazy to do it on the table. “Excited, I love the Marina Bay circuit, like- just look outside.” Yoongi tilts his head toward the big wall made of glass right in front of them. They can see the whole city, big neon signs and millions of lights on. 

The hotel they sleep in is above the circuit, a structure so big that it seems like a big U turned upside down. Yoongi’s room is right above the circuit, and if they look out the window they can see it and the big ferris wheel near it. It’s so cool, Jimin loves it. 

They finish eating fast but before they lay down, Yoongi fixes himself behind Jimin so that he can sit between his legs and lean against his chest. Yoongi’s lips leave featherlike kisses on Jimin’s shoulder, adoring. “My mom will be at the last race, in Abu Dhabi. I’d love it if you'd feel okay meeting her.” he whispers, Jimin lowering his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Kiss me.” he asks before answering because he doesn’t have any doubt. 

His eyes flatter close when Yoongi complies, when their lips meet in a soft and sweet kiss. “I’d love to meet her, and during the winter break you can come meet mine.” Jimin says, “My dad will go crazy with a real driver in his living room.” Jimin teases and Yoongi chuckles, “I’d love to.” 

He hides in Jimin’s neck, “I love you so much, you know?” 

“I know.” he says, turning around in Yoongi’s lap, making their body fall on the bed. “I love you, too.” 

They chat a bit more before Yoongi falls into a deep, deserved sleep. Jimin watches him sleep for a bit before he follows him, his breathing is even and regular, his heartbeat grounding Jimin to this love, so real and strong. 

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“ And it’s checkered flags, Min Yoongi wins the Singapore Grand Prix, Kim Seokjin right behind him. Max Hilton crashes into the wall, which makes Yoongi lead the Championship. How exciting it is to have such two good drivers with so little difference in points. The game is still on!!”

🏁

“It’s light out and away we go at the Suzuka circuit, we’re racing in Japan and the competition looks fire today. The stars is good, Min Yoongi and Max Hilton fighting for a first place- Max tries to overtake Yoongi but it fails! Seems this will be an easy win for Yoongi afterall.” 

🏁

“The Circuit of Americas never looked so good! So many spectators today are here to enjoy the race- it seems there are a lot of problems in the house of AlphaK, let’s hope for the best!” 

“Last race in America was won by Max and it looks like he might win today in Brasil too. It’s five laps to go and Yoongi is far behind, what could have gone wrong today?? We’ll hear from the team principal later but now for the first time in a year the points are tied, everything will be decided at the next, final race of 2022, in Abu Dhabi!!” 

🏁

Hearing the commentary from the last four races has Jimin dizzy, remembering the way his heart was in his throat at every single one. His articles were well received, he pointed out Yoongi’s mistake- as usual he still has some trouble finding his patience in the car and makes mistakes of his own, but also Max’s. The man is arrogant in the car and he doesn’t care if he causes an accident or not, reckless and irresponsible. 

That’s why Yoongi has been a big lump of nerves during the last week and Jimin tiptoes his way around him more than he likes to admit. But he gets it, he is stressed about the last race so he can’t even imagine how Yoongi must be feeling; his mother is here, his father is not and Jimin is sure that the absence is heavy on him. But he’s holding on tight for his mother and for himself. Jeongguk is kicking his ass, working him hard so that he can be in his best shape. 

“Everything is going to be alright.” Hyeji says, hugging him from behind and jumping on his back. “She’s going to love you.” She tries to lessen Jimin’s worry about meeting Yoongi’s mom. They are going to have dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and Jimin is shitting himself. “I know it’s just, I really want Sooyun to like me, I know how important it is for Yoongi that it  goes well.” 

“Park Jimin. She’ll go crazy for you.” Hyeji insists and Jimin tries to believe her. She helps him find the best outfit for the occasion, a casual white shirt and black slick pants. He puts on his Chelsea boots, and his best pair of earrings. It’s a Saturday night and Yoongi got pole position during the qualifying session, but Jimin couldn’t congratulate him apart from at the interviews. So he can't wait for the evening to come. 

He waits for them in the hotel lobby, and when he sees Yoongi he can’t help but be struck by his mother’s beauty- they are so alike, soft features and cat-like eyes. She’s petite but her aura holds so much power and magnetism. Long black hair adorn Sooyun's shoulder, a shiny hair pin holds the front strand from behind. “Here’s the man who stole my boy’s heart, nice to meet you Jimin.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, Sooyun-ssi.” he says politely, getting a little bit shy after what she says. She dismisses him with her hands, taking his arms so they can keep walking. She’s wearing a nice burgundy suit, and Jimin is sure that’s a gift from Yoongi, Louis Vuitton style. 

He likes the casualness when she talks to him.“I heard a lot about you, mostly good things.” She says as a waiter accompanies them to their table. Yoongi rolls his eyes, his black shirt’s button holding on for dear life when he removes the jacket, hanging it on the back of his seat. He helps his mom sit down and he does the same with Jimin.

It’s a gesture so sweet that Jimin can’t help but lean a bit into him, “Thank you. But I’m sorry, mostly good things?” Jimin raises an eyebrow at Yoongi, he smiles apologetically as his hand flies over Jimin’s thigh, searching for his hand to hold. “Your articles weren’t exactly flattering, love.” he teases, leaning to leave a peck on Jimin’s cheek. 

The ice is broken from then on and Sooyun asks Jimin easy questions about his studies and family between the appetizer and first course- a delicious kuzhi, a dish from the local cuisine that consists of lamb served on the top of spicy rice, garnished with nuts, raisins and vegetables. It’s delicious but Sooyun seems to appreciate the second course more, mhammar (sliced fish garnished with caramelized onions and sugary yellow rice) and khameer, an Arabic bread made from yeast, flour and powdered milk accompanied with a small portion of spicy stew. 

“This is delicious.” She comments, then she turns to Yoongi, “How are you feeling about tomorrow?” 

“Agitated, but I’m trying to control it.” He says with honesty because there’s no need to lie. He has been quiet most of the night, watching Jimin and his mother interact but sometimes his mind was elsewhere. “Dad would tell me to enjoy it, wouldn’t he?” He doesn’t look for his mother’s eyes but she reaches for his hand. “He would, but be damned the day he brought you to play with karts.” She jokes to lighten the mood, Yoongi smiles and Jimin squeezes his hand tightly. 

“You like watching me win.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t like watching you crash and that has happened more.” She says and it makes Jimin laugh, especially after seeing Yoongi’s shocked face. “Mom! Who’s side are you on?” 

“The one who that could make you stop racing.” She say even if she’s not serious. “Mom, I could be the next World Champion and you tell me you want me to stop.” 

“So?” 

Jimin looks at them interact and he smiles, understanding where Yoongi got his snarky side from. It’s only after that that Yoongi excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Jimin feels his breath itch when Sooyun calls for his attention, “Jimin, I have to thank you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because it was hard to even mention my husband before. You made Yoongi smile again, it hasn’t been easy since his father passed. And I feared today would have been hard on him, not having him around.” She confides, now holding Jimin’s hand. He feels like his heart could jump out of his ribcage because the mother of the man he loves is thanking him for something Jimin doesn't think he did. “He’s happy. So thank you.” 

Tears pool in Jimin’s eyes, but he shakes his head. “He did it. He was the one to open up to me. It’s all his doing.” He starts, “You’ve raised a wonderful man, Sooyun-ssi, and I hope I can live up to what you wish for him.” 

“Do you love him?” 

“Very much so.” Jimin reveals, his heart beating so loud he almost miss Sooyun’s next words. “That’s all I need to know.” They exchange a warm smile, she pulls her hands away and glances to the side. 

“Oh, and keep writing what you write about him, you’re perfectly right. A smart man.” 

“Mom!!” Yoongi whines, he is coming back from the bathroom, sitting down again with them. He takes a look at both, “You okay?” He whispers to Jimin, he nods under Yoongi’s careful eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Happy.” He says and the smile Yoongi flashes it’s brighter than the sun. 

The night ends with a walk around the city, Yoongi wants to show his mother around and Jimin leaves them to have some time alone, excusing himself and going back to his room. He takes the moment for himself to think about what his life has now become. He’s in a stable relationship with a fantastic man, with the man he knows he will probably love for the rest of life because what he is feeling is one of a kind. 

His heart screams and fights to get out of his chest every time Yoongi is close, and his mind reels for the stimulation that a conversation with him gives him; Yoongi is Jimin’s perfect match and he has never been more sure about anything than he is about this. 

Yoongi knocks on his door one hour later, and they whisper sweet nothings and reassurances to each other under the covers. “Don’t think about anything else, think about you and your race. I’ll be here whatever the outcome.” Jimin whispers, Yoongi kisses his lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“My mom adores you.” Yoongi reveals and Jimin giggles, “I’m glad. She’s a strong woman, you must have taken after her.” 

Yoongi shys away from Jimin, but pulls the man close to him nonetheless. Their legs tangle, “You make me so happy, Park Jimin.” 

“You’re such a sap, Min Yoongi.” 

“Fuck you.”

“I’m the happiest with you, Min Yoongi.” 

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“And it's light out and away we go for this final race of 2022! The grid looks good and a good start for Min Yoongi, who tries to distance himself as much as possible from Max Hilton.” Jimin feels like puking. Hyeji is close to him, her eyes set on the big screen. Yoongi had asked him if he wanted to go watch the race from the AlphaK box but Jimin didn’t think it was appropriate, at least for now. 

People knew about their relationship, they didn’t really keep it a secret but Jimin is still working and he needs to be where Hyeji is, in the VIP room. For a second the screen shifts to Yoongi’s mom, she waves at the camera but it’s soon back to the cars. “ And Max overtakes!! He is now the leader of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix! Yoongi doesn’t let him breathe though, he’s right behind him!” the commentary makes Jimin’s heart-rate spike, he doesn’t think he has ever felt this much adrenaline all at once. 

The race is long and there is a safety car involved as well but the F1-O does everything correctly to not ruin the race- it happened last year that a safety car was the reason for a driver to lose their Champion Title, it was really ugly. Jimin is relieved that it didn’t happen this time. “ Oh! I wonder why Yoongi didn’t overtake there, he could have!!” The commentator keeps going, and on Jimin's face blooms a small smile. “ And Max Hilton makes a mistake, and such a banal one! Min Yoongi overtakes him, he’s now the leader of the race and there are just about 10 laps to the end!!” 

He has followed Jimin’s advice, he waited and he didn’t screw up his race. Jimin’s face breaks into a proud smile and he grips Hyeji’s arms when there are five laps to the end. Yoongi is still in first place, leading the race. “I think I’m gonna faint.” Jimin confesses making Hyeji laugh, she squeezes her hand. “He’s doing so good, he’s proving you wrong.” she teases, nudging his side. 

It makes Jimin smile, “He is.” he says eyes set on the screen showing the speeding cars, Yoongi’s car is black, with white and red details on it, elegant and beautiful. His helmet picks through it, glittery black with a white and red 93 stamped on it. Jimin has seen it, on the side of it, where no one can really see there’s a white phrase, “for you”, dedicated to his father. It’s beautiful and Jimin is sure Yoongi is fighting for him as well. 

“ And last corner, here Min Yoongi comes on the straight line just before the finish line. And it's the checkered flag!!!!! Min Yoongi win the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, Min Yoongi is a first time WOOORLD CHAMPION!!”  

Fireworks follow Yoongi’s car as he does another lap to celebrate. It's bright, red, orange, green up in the sky to celebrate Yoongi’s win. Jimin jumps, standing up and hugging  Hyeji tight- “He won!!” he says and Hyeji laugh’s in his arms. “He did!!” 

“Oh my god, he really won. He really-” Jimin is speechless, which is unusual for him, but he just can’t describe how he’s feeling so he just lets out a bright laugh, happy, filled with adrenaline. He can’t stop smiling as he watches the podium, Seokjin in third place looking proudly at Yoongi. 

Yoongi brings the trophy high over his head, one hand on his lips and then up in the sky. He is sweaty, tired, but his eyes are serene red. He’s crying happy tears, knowing that he made himself and his father proud. Jimin’s heart bursts with love and affection, he didn’t think it could be possible to feel this strongly about a person, to feel so much when he sees Yoongi happy and accomplished. 

Jimin can’t go down the podium to watch it from there, so he’ll enjoy it from the tv screen in the VIP room. Yoongi is vibrating with happiness, it radiates off him and his smile never falters, gums in full display and eyes almost disappearing. Seokjin soaks him in champagne and Jimin tries to imprint the image to his memory, it’s so nice to see the two friends celebrate with each other like that. 

Max shakes Yoongi’s and Seokjin’s hand, congratulating them both and all the tension is eased like that. Respect in the sport is always the base. “You’re disgustingly in love with him, do you know that?” Hyeji says to him, and Jimin turns around to look at her. She already had her eyes on him and it makes him blush, he wonders how he was looking at Yoongi. “I am.” he says, because this time his denial is all in the past. 

It takes a while for the interviews this time because Yoongi gets stopped every second by someone for a photo or an autograph or just to congratulate him, but in the end he’s in front of Jimin. “Min Yoongi, you fought tooth and nail to prove the media wrong.” he opens up the interview, making Yoongi laugh out loud. He’s just too happy and Jimin can’t help but laugh as well. 

“It hasn’t been easy, you know, the media is so hard to please. It took time.” Yoongi teases, leaning close to where Jimin is and he’s holding on to dear life to not just give up everything and just kiss him silly. He doesn’t have his usual hat on today, he has his long, now wet, hair slicked back, his uniform is up but this time it’s black with white and red details- they changed it in honor and favor of the last race. 

It suits Yoongi so well. “I think the media is quite pleased with you right now, you did good. No mistakes, it was a well deserved win.” Jimin says and Yoongi looks at him fondly, then his eyes look into the camera and he calls the camera-men, he says something to his ear while Jimin witnesses it all. They are live so the viewers must see the chaos. 

The camera-men then set the lense on Seokjin who was doing another interview and Jimin feels an arm pull him closer to the fence from his waist. He yelps, “What-?” but lips are on his and Jimin melts into the kiss in a second, eyes flattering close and heart beating fast. “Congratulate me.” Yoongi asks as he pulls away and Jimin snickers, “Now that you ask, I don’t think I will.” 

“Park Jimin.” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re fucking impossible. Meet me in my room when you’re done, you have the key.” Yoongi whispers to his lips, Jimin smiles and nods; he found the key on his bedside table in the morning, Yoongi gone from their bed, disappeared to prepare for the most important race of his career. He pecks his lips and soon, they are back on for their viewers. “Would you like to apologize to your fans for this moment of chaos?” 

“I’d like to thank them for always being by my side and for believing in me. This win means as much to them as it does to me, so a big thank you to them too. Thank you, now let’s wait for next season!!” Yoongi says before Lia signals to him that he needs to go talk to another journalist as well. “Thank you for your time, Min Yoongi.” Jimin says before Yoongi disappears. 

It’s hell after that, Yoongi gets devoured by the crowd but Jimin watches with a smile as he gets all the attention he deserves. He did good, and he has improved so much from the very first race to this one, the learning curve soaring to the sky; just like their relationship, it was a mix of trial and error, but in the end it worked out. Jimin is overwhelmed with happiness, warmth and love for the older and now he can’t imagine a life without him. 

Before he can go back to Yoongi’s room Jimin has things to do, he needs to speak with other journalists, and with Hyeji about when his last article for the season should be published. It’s not easy to leave the paddock for Jimin either because everyone wants to talk to him, ask him about his opinion on the race or just congratulate him for the work he did during the year. He thanks everyone he can, but once he sits down on Yoongi’s bed he start to feel anticipation, excitement and thrill. 

He can still hear the fireworks resonating in his ears and the joyful scream of those who cheered on Yoongi. It lingers and Jimin’s heart feeds on it, it overjoys him to know that his boyfriend is so well loved and well received- after knowing him, he really gets why everyone loves him, why sponsors invested in him. 

It’s after a couple of hours that Jimin hears the door open and click shut. Jimin leans his body against the wall to look at Yoongi, a soft smile plastered on his face. “Remind me to not win again, this shit is exhausting.”  

“You’re so fake.” Jimin calls out when Yoongi sets his eyes on him, they both can’t stop smiling. “Did you just call me fake?” Yoongi makes sure as he walks closer to Jimin in big steps. Yoongi takes him in his arms and, by now, Jimin knows what’s about to happen. “I did.” 

“Take it back.” 

“No.” he says, Yoongi’s arms holding him up, his hands on Jimin’s ass. He looks into his eyes, Jimin cards his messy and now long hair behind his ears, he makes their noses touch softly. “Congratulations, you’re World Champion.” 

Yoongi doesn’t speak but he doesn’t need to; his eyes get teary, a drop slipping past his eyelashes. “He would be proud of you.” Jimin continues, his words a caress to Yoongi’s heart. Jimin cups his cheek, drying some tears with his thumb as Yoongi walks them to the bedroom. “Do you think so?” 

“Are you proud of yourself?” Jimin asks as Yoongi crawls to him, hovering over Jimin’s body, leaning down to leave a kiss on his lips. Yoongi nods, “I am.” 

“Then your father must be as well.” he points out and Yoongi smiles, hiding in Jimin’s neck and leaving wet but small kisses there. It soon evolves, both of them undressing the other. Yoongi peppers his skin with kisses, exploring every inch of it like it’s the first time, leaving Jimin trembling only with his touch. “I want you so bad.” 

“Have me, you have me.” Jimin moans when Yoongi’s mouth hovers over his clothed dick, boxers still have to be removed. “Do I? Do I have you?” Yoongi looks up, meeting Jimin’s eyes. He holds it because it’s rare that it happens when they are in this position. Jimin tries to imprint into his mind. Yoongi leans his head on Jimin’s thigh, looking at him with adoration in his eyes. 

“Yes, yes , for as long as you want me.” Jimin whispers, his tone sincere and vulnerable because he knows that he won’t ever be able to give himself to someone that isn’t Yoongi, at least not like this, not this deeply. 

“What if I want you always?” Yoongi is kissing Jimin’s inner tight now, he’s not looking at Jimin anymore and he’s shocked for a moment. What? “Hyung-” Jimin starts, but Yoongi doesn’t take it back, he raises his head slightly, tilting it to have a better look at Jimin. “ Yes .” 

The knowledge that Yoongi feels the same as Jimin, that he dreams about this lasting always , not forever but always just brings Jimin to tears. He’s happy, he’s overwhelmed by happiness and love because that’s all he has ever wanted. He has never believed in forever, that’s bullshit for Jimin- forever doesn’t exist. But always, always means that they’ll make it work because they’ll always want it, always means even when things are hard, or ugly. Always means they’ll make the effort, that they’ll enjoy the good times after the bad ones, and they will do it all together. 

Yoongi raises his head, he makes his lips slide with Jimin’s in a deep kiss, “I love you.” Jimin says when Yoongi pulls away to breathe, their forehead closes. “I love you so much.” Yoongi whispers, his voice filled with emotions; his eyes shine in the dim light of the room. 

His hands move to caress Jimin down his side, his thigh and then up again; Jimin trembles under his adoring ministration. Yoongi moves only to go take the bottle of lube, that he squeezes on his fingers. Jimin helps him by removing the boxers he is wearing, opening his legs to accommodate Yoongi better. “You’re beautiful, have I ever said that?” Yoongi casually says as he warms up the liquid. 

Jimin tilt his head pensively, “Once or twice it might have happened.” 

“That’s bad of me, I should have said it more.” Yoongi jokes, his elbow resting close to Jimin’s head, “Because you’re beautiful. I always thought that, ever since I first saw you.” he confesses and Jimin snaps his head up. “What?-” but he’s interrupted when he feels a finger tease his rim, cutting off his words. “ Fuck, Hyung- what do you mean?” he asks again and Yoongi’s chuckling only fuels him more. He needs to know. 

“Park Jimin, do you want to know why I first asked you out on a date?” Jimin’s toes curl because Yoongi knows what he’s doing, by now he knows perfectly where Jimin’s weak spots are and he’s using them all, massaging his prostate. The arousal is strong, Jimin feels it pull at the pit of his stomach. “Yes, please -” 

“Oh now, he begs.” Yoongi teases, biting on Jimin’s lobe. “Shut up. Why did you ask me out?” Jimin insist like the very first time he asked Yoongi, desperately wanting an answer but never getting it; “I’ve always thought you were very pretty, beautiful. I just couldn’t grasp that someone so angelic was so devilish with his words- I just needed to know more about you.” Yoongi reveals and he can’t believe what he’s hearing but at the same time he can’t help but let out a laugh. He’s so whipped for his boyfriend, the sweetest soul Jimin has ever met. He wanted to give Jimin a chance even when he wrote all those article- “You’re so-” 

“Smart? Good? Incredible? Because look where it brought us.” Yoongi comments as he pulls his finger out, bringing  his dick to full hardness. “I was about to say lovely but I’ll settle for annoyingly smug.” 

The older’s gummy smile is blinding, “I love you, I love this-” Yoongi gestures between the two of them and Jimin uses the moment to shift their positions. His heart could explode from emotions. He sits on Yoongi’s lap, “I love you-” he says, truth in his words, leaning down so that his lips are on Yoongi’s, “-but now, make love to me.” Jimin whispers and Yoongi chuckles, his head falling on the pillows, black hair creating a nice halo. 

Jimin is the one in charge though, he aligns Yoongi’s dick and slowly he sinks down, feeling it filling him up just like he likes it. Yoongi’s hands are on his skin, settling on his hips as Jimin slowly starts moving- Yoongi guides him, like usual, because he’s afraid Jimin might hurt himself but it feels so good that it's impossible for it to be painful. 

Their bodies are perfect for each other, in perfect coordination now; Jimin moves his hips in circular motion, Yoongi thrusts up at the right moment to meet him. “ Holy shit- Jiminie, it feels so good.” Yoongi moans, as Jimin uses his chest as leverage to move his hips faster. He needs to reach his high, he needs to chase it because he can feel it pull at the pit of his stomach. 

Yoongi understands it the moment Jimin’s legs start to tremble and his rhythm starts to falter, but Jimin is torn between wanting to come and dragging it for a bit longer- the way Yoongi pleasures him is one of a kind, it’s different and better every time; Jimin can’t have enough of it. “Please, hyung- please -” he begs for something, for anything, for Yoongi to decide for him because he doesn’t know what he wants. 

Yoongi sits up then, and in that position he sinks even more into Jimin’s hole. It feels like fire has erupted inside of him, one that Jimin doesn’t want to extinguish. Their lips meet as Jimin moves, it’s messy and wet but he likes it like that. Yoongi cups his cheek with one hand, and it’s such a delicate gesture that Jimin feels his heart somersault, his eyes flattering close happily. “I’m so close, baby.” Jimin moans, Yoongi’s lips now on his neck, sucking to leave  a mark. 

Yoongi thrust harder then, meeting Jimin’s movements. He has found his prostate and Jimin sees stars, he bites on Yoongi’s shoulder when it gets too much. It only takes a couple of thrust after that for Jimin to come hard, white cum staining both their bodies, and for Yoongi to follow him suit. Their breaths are heavy and the sound of it fills the room, but as long as Jimin is resting over Yoongi’s chest it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t bother him at all. 

It takes some minutes before they get up to take a quick shower, tiredness and exhaustion from the day start to kick in and the adrenaline has washed off completely now. But there’s a mellow feeling settling over Jimin’s heart, he feels tired but he’s serene, there’s nothing that he would change. Yoongi tucks both of them to sleep, covering their bodies from the chilly air. 

Jimin sets his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, his hand on his chest; Yoongi’s heart is steady, his rhythm grounding. Their legs tangle naturally as Jimin raises his head a bit, he leaves a peck on Yoongi’s lips. “I love you.” he whispers in the comfort of Yoongi’s arms, the man pulls him even closer, their skin almost becoming one. “I love you, too.” 

Jimin shifts in his previous position, his eyes flattering close, content. “Love?” Yoongi calls, breaking the silence of the room; there is yet to be a time when hearing Yoongi calling him that won’t make butterflies fly in his belly. 

Jimin hums, “Mh-” 

He can feel the smile in Yoongi’s next words, “I won the Championship, you were wrong.” 

“I swear to god Min Yoon-” he yelps, he doesn’t get to finish his next words because suddenly Yoongi is hovering over him; Yoongi’s lips shuts Jimin up, sliding together in the sweetest kiss. 

🏁