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[A/N] : heyo so thank you for being so patient with my chaotic ass, here is the masterlist so you can scroll through and read in order, and i still don’t know how to tag my masterlist in my bio so that won’t be there for a while but yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed No Strings Attached, it was so much fun to write and I miss it :( but I’m glad it ended the way I wanted it too, and I’m glad you guys enjoyed it. Love y’all 💜.

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Yoongi's hand tracing shapes into Jimin's thigh did nothing to calm his nerves or keep the limb from bouncing obnoxiously against the restaurant floor. They were the only ones there, having made sure to show up early to get their table and get everything prepared. Jimin felt sick, in a good way. Hoseok and Jungkook have wanted this studio since as long as he's known them, and finally being able to give it to them was a feeling he couldn't describe. Jimin took a sharp intake of breath as Namjoon and Jin slowly made their way to the table. "We're here. No need to be skinned alive." Jin said with a laugh, greeting the two of them with a hug, if they noticed how nervous Jimin was, they didn't comment on it and instead sat down. Hoseok came next. Just the sight of him nearly made Jimin burst into tears, but composed himself as Jungkook and Taehyung came in soon after. Jimin felt sicker than before as everyone hugged each other as a greeting and slowly sat down. "I thought we might talk for a bit, but Jimin's already about to explode, so I guess we'll have to do this before the appetizers." Yoongi chuckled softly, and everyone pretended not to notice how Jimin was vibrating in his seat. Yoongi sent him a glance before lifting his bag off the floor and setting it in his lap. Jimin almost wanted to yell at him to hurry up, but composed himself as he watched Yoongi pull out a black satin bag. Taehyung first.

"I should probably say something first." The rapper laughed softly, setting the bag on the table as the others all looked at him through confused gazes. "I've been thinking a lot lately, even speaking with specialists, which is the fancy word for therapists, but umm..." Yoongi cleared his throat, keeping his gaze down as everyone watched him intently. Jimin calmed down and grabbed Yoongi's hand, holding it reassuringly as the older sighed. "You all met me when I wasn't at my best. And I hold a lot of personal resentment and guilt towards that, but, you didn't leave. You stuck around through it all and dealt with my episodes and panic attacks without judgement, and you listened to me rant about stupid relationships and screaming and beer bottles..." Jimin squeezed Yoongi's hand again.

"I know you guys will kick my ass if I said this was a way to pay you back for being my friends, so instead, I'm saying this is a way to show you how grateful I am, because having you guys in my life has changed me, for the better, and I couldn't ask for better people to be surrounded by. I owe you all, mentally or physically, just for putting up with my annoying ass. But this isn't me paying a debt, this is me thanking you for showing me how to love someone. Romantic or platonic, you all played a big part." Yoongi finally sighed, shaking his head as he finally looked up, he was met with soft eyes and warm smiles. "Tae, you're first I guess." He laughed softly, lifting the box and handing it to the boy who looked at him with curious eyes. "You're not going to get any answers without opening it." Yoongi chuckled softly, and an encouraging nudge from Jungkook had his pulling off the satin cover, revealing a black box.

Taehyung's eyebrows were still furrowed as he carefully opened the box, his eyes widening when he saw the camera sitting inside, one glance had him setting the box on the table and holding his head in his hands. "No." Was all he replied, closing it back up hastily. "This thing is thousands of dollars. No." He shook his head, not looking up as he struggled to shove it back into the bag, giving in as Jungkook delicately took it from him as carefully set it back down, and Taehyung finally looked up at Yoongi. "Fuck you and your dramatic ass. I love you, and if I didn't I wouldn't of put up with your shit. But you put up with my shit too. This isn't a one sided street, you're my best friend, and you're insane if you think I'm taking this from you." He huffed, despite the half of him begging to take the camera back out and admire it, he couldn't accept something like this from Yoongi. The older only smiled calmly.

"Why not? Otherwise it's just going to sit in my studio and collect dust." He smirked when Taehyung took a sharp intake of breath at the mention of such a valuable item sitting and getting ruined. "Take it Tae, I love you too." Yoongi smiled, and Tae shook his head, taking the box back in his hands as he carefully twirled it around in his fingers. A minute of silent passed, and when he looked back up at Yoongi he had tears in his eyes. "How did you even know where to find this?" Taehyung laughed softly, wiping at his eyes before any tears could fall. "I spoke with an expert. They did all the hard stuff, I just had to sign a check." Yoongi grinned. Taehyung shook his head, a weak laugh passing his lips as he set the thing back down on the table carefully. "I hate you." He laughed softly, and Yoongi grinned his gummy smile.

"Namjoon and Seokjin." He finally said, turning to face the two as Taehyung began to admire the camera. "Jesus I don't even know what to say to you two." He laughed softly, watching the couple mirror the action. "You don't owe us-" "shut up." Yoongi interrupted Namjoon, already digging in his bag again as the two watched him with curious eyes as he pulled out an envelope. "You two were my therapists when I was convinced there was nothing wrong with me. Thank you for listening to me ranting about my shit and giving me the best advice. If I didn't have your relationship to see, I probably never would've trusted myself with Jimin. We're here because of you." He said softly, smiling as Jin opened the envelope and pulled out a check, nearly choking as he saw it. "Yoongi what the fuck?" Namjoon whispered. "A fall wedding." Yoongi smiled again. Unfazed as Jin ripped the check up.

"No. We're not letting you-" "I already sent a check to your brother. Since he's the maid of honor in this situation, he's already planning everything. I knew you would rip this one up, it was just to show you." Yoongi grinned, Namjoon and Jin were speechless, staring at him dumbfounded as he turned in his seat again.

"Jungkook, Hoseok." His voice was softer. Both boys seemed surprised by hearing their names, turning to face him with startled expressions. "I know we're not the best of friends. But Jimin loves you guys, and you were there for him when I failed to be. Thank you for taking care of him then, and thank you for trusting me to take care of him now." Yoongi slid a piece of paper to them, both looking at it through curious eyes. It looked to be a printed photo of an empty building, nothing special to it. Other than the key taped to the right corner, and Jimin's colorful writing having drawn 'Hope World!' On the front. Both boys were silent. Staring at the picture until Jimin saw tears start falling from Hoseok's eyes.

He covered his face with his hands, Jungkook was still in shock, unaware of the tears beginning to fall as he looked between the photo and Yoongi in shock. Jimin got up, hugging Hoseok tightly as he cried, it finally seemed to register for Jungkook as he joined their hug, the three of them crying in each other's arms as Yoongi smiled warmly.

A few minutes passed before they finally pulled away, sniffling, red and blotchy as Jimin whispered something that made the three of them laugh weakly. "It's in my name right now, but I have the contract to sign it over whenever you're ready, it'll be put under your names, and you can start whenever you'd like." Yoongi smiled warmly as Hoseok looked at him, a thousand emotions behind his eyes as he shook his head. "Why?" Was all he could ask, sniffling as Yoongi took a deep breath. "I regret what I've done. The way I've hurt Jimin, hurt you. As much as I hate that Jimin saw that side of me, I wouldn't be who I am now without him. He showed me love was worth the pain. And you helped him when I was trying to figure myself out. I never meant to hurt him, and it haunts me everyday knowing I did. I'm not perfect, but I'm better. A lot better, and I want better for him, for me. And you're the ones that helped show me that. Helped show me that Jimin was fine without me, and I don't ever want to see him fine without me again, but it's comforting knowing he has that option, with you two. His happiness is my happiness, and that means you two, and your happiness. He told me, about not having white picket fences and unlimited money. I know what that's like. So I'm getting behind the dream of giving kids an opportunity their parents can't give them." Yoongi said. Hoseok swallowed thickly, looking back down at the paper, speechless as he shook his head. He stood up slowly, Jungkook following in suit. They walked around the table until they were in front of Yoongi, who now stood up as well.

Hoseok stuck his hand out, and Yoongi shook it. Surprised when he pulled him in for a hug, Yoongi smiled and hugged him back, laughing as Jungkook hugged the both of them, and it felt nice, knowing he had finally done right by them.

When they finally sat back down, Yoongi stayed standing, sighing softly. "And last, but certainly not least." He spun Jimin around softly. The boys eyes looked up at him with confusion as Yoongi smiled and reached into his back pocket. "Yoongi no." Jimin gasped, "don't you dare, fuck I'm crying." Yoongi laughed as he got on one knee, earning gasps from the table as they all watched through their own teary eyes. "Are you kidding me?" Jimin whispered, hiding his face in his hands as Yoongi opened a small box, exposing a shining ring as Jimin cried harder. "Forever?" He whispered, tears of his own shining against his pale skin as Jimin choked on a sob. "A-And ever more..." He cried, nodding his head as Yoongi grinned, pulling him to his feet and kissing him deeply. The restaurant, including their table began cheering as Yoongi slid the ring on Jimin's finger, smiling as he sobbed against his lips. "So..." Yoongi whispered once they finally pulled away from the kiss. "No strings attached? Ow shit okay I'm sorry it's a joke." He laughed, rubbing his arm where Jimin had punched him.

"I hate you." Jimin cried, wiping at his eyes hastily. "You love me." Yoongi grinned. "Yes I do." Jimin whispered, pulling him into another kiss, and it was perfect. Everything either of them could ever want was in their arms. Forever and ever more, all strings attached.

| Smut Warning |

Jimin wasn't pink anymore. Yoongi was startled as he saw the boy sitting in the corner of the cafe, two cups sitting on the table in front of him as he sat with his legs crossed. He wasn't pink. Yoongi didn't know why that hurt him so much, but it did. His pink was a dark black, his lips pale as he pressed them together tightly, his skin was golden in the dull lighting, no pink.

"Hi." Jimin didn't look up. Yoongi nodded his head, and sat in the seat across from him. The two were silent for a few moments, neither speaking, neither knowing what to say. "You look great." Yoongi admitted, clearing his throat awkwardly as he looked at Jimin through his lashes. The younger boy remained silent, staring at the wall emotionlessly. "Maybe I should just leave." Yoongi mumbled to himself, standing up slowly, "don't." Jimin's voice was weak as he glanced at Yoongi. He dropped back into the chair quickly, not wanting to upset Jimin, he waited silently as the younger boy took a deep breath and turned to face him.

"I don't think you understand how hard it is to look at you." Jimin whispered, scratching his hand nervously as Yoongi nodded, he didn't. But he knew how hard it was to look at Jimin. "I'm trying. Alright? Just....Give me a second." Jimin mumbled, grabbing one of the cups and taking a sip of it. Another moment passed, before he sighed and slid the other cup over to Yoongi. "I didn't order two for myself dumbass." He laughed softly, making a blush rise to Yoongi's face as he grabbed the cup and twisted it in his fingers nervously. Jimin took a few more sips before setting it down and sighing irritably. "It's really hard to be mad at you when you're sitting across from me." He said softly. Yoongi nodded, he understood the feeling too well, though he wasn't mad at Jimin, he just wanted to grab him and kiss him, hold him close and never let him go. Yoongi finally realized he loved him, and he wanted nothing more than to give him all the love he could.

"You told me you loved me." Jimin's voice was weak as Yoongi's face fell. He did? Jimin saw his silence and sighed, running his hand over his face. "You said you didn't understand the line. 'Three empty words that meant more to me than they did to you'. You told me you loved me." He said softly, finally meeting Yoongi's eyes, and the older boy felt the breath get stuck in his throat as he saw tears in Jimin's eyes. "I-I—" Yoongi couldn't find his words. "I don't remember..." He whispered, and Jimin nodded, licking his lips as he looked away and took a shaky breath. "Yeah well that only makes it hurt worse." He cleared his throat, sniffling softly as he stared at his hands, he remembered it all too well.

Jimin was panting tiredly as he laid down on the bed, he was exhausted, more so than he had ever been. He turned his head, his tired eyes meeting Yoongi's. The older boy looked tired, and conflicted, Jimin wanted to ask what was on his mind, but decided against it, not wanting to push Yoongi deeper into what bothered him. He felt his thumb trace his bottom lip, his eyes trained on them as Jimin parted his mouth, his breathing ragged as the small action made him jittery. "Pink." Yoongi mumbled. Jimin felt a blush rise to his cheeks at the word. He'd heard Yoongi say it before, how obsessed he was with Jimin's pink, and it damn near made the boy re-dye his faded hair.

Jimin watched him take a deep breath before sitting up quickly. "I'm going to shower." He told the younger boy. Jimin pouted, watching him stand up and look back at him. He wanted Yoongi back in bed to cuddle him and kiss his forehead, but he knew he wouldn't get it, and laid still. "You rest. I'll come back to bed when I'm done." He told him, and Jimin nodded, watching him collect pajamas from his dressers, as Jimin reached off the side of the bed and grabbed his boxers, sliding them on for more coverage, and readjusting his position on the bed, he met Yoongi's eyes as he feigned a smile and walked into the connected bathroom.

Jimin was playing with his fingers out of boredom when he heard a low moan. Furrowing his eyebrows he sat up slowly, wincing at the soreness, and listened closer, hearing alongside the sound of the shower stream, Yoongi moaning softly. Jimin pouted as he looked at the bathroom door, why would he go to the shower? Jimin was right there, and more than willing. Huffing in annoyance Jimin pulled his boxers off and walked into the bathroom. Yoongi was too distracted as Jimin pulled back the curtain and stepped in, sinking to his knees, and grabbing Yoongi in his own hand. Yoongi kept his eyes closed as he moaned Jimin's name, throwing his head back as Jimin took him in his mouth, bobbing his head low on him as Yoongi whined in pleasure, tangling his fingers in Jimin's-now wet, hair, and bucking his hips against him.

Jimin took him all, moaning around his shaft as Yoongi stopped, holding his head still as he came in his mouth, his head thrown back with his moans as Jimin swallowed and looked up at him through his eyelashes. "Fuck I love you." Yoongi whispered, finally opening his eyes as Jimin felt a drop in his stomach, not knowing how to respond, he stood up and let Yoongi pull his body against his, his lips leaving fresh new bruises on his neck, and Jimin got too distracted, moaning as he tilted his head back, giving Yoongi more access. "Ahh Yoongi-" He whined, gripping the older boy's hair and pulling his body closer. It didn't end until Jimin's back was pressed against the bathtub wall, and Yoongi's hand was gripping his hardening cock.

"So pretty." Yoongi whispered against Jimin's neck, the younger boy could only cry in response as he bucked his hips against Yoongi's hand. "So pretty, all flustered and begging to be touched." Yoongi smirked pulling away from his neck and tugging his hair, making Jimin look him in the eyes as he slowly began to stroke his hand along his cock, earning shaky moans from the boys swollen lips. "Can you come for me again Jimin? Can you come just from my hand touching you?" He whispered, slowing his hand down teasingly, making Jimin whine in protest as he nodded, his soaking hair falling into his eyes as he panted, his lips parted and struggling for air as he begged Yoongi to move his hand again. Yoongi stared into his eyes as his lips stretched into a smirk, his hand pulling Jimin’s hair as he began moving his hand again, watching Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as his mouth parted, letting heavy gasps pass his lips, and fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing Yoongi had ever seen.

“Look at me baby boy.” Yoongi encouraged, tugging on his hair as Jimin opened his eyes, the slow pace Yoongi kept him at was torturous, but him staring into his eyes like that was knee buckling. “Can you come for me?” Yoongi repeated his previous question, squeezing Jimin’s cock, making the boy cry out lowly. “Y-Yes.” He replied, his eyes near pleading as he bucked his hips into Yoongi’s hand.

"Good." Yoongi smirked, pressing his lips against Jimin's neck as he moved his hand faster, feeling him arch his back off the wall and squirm underneath him as he moaned his name, his nails digging into his back as he whimpered, feeling sensitive and hot all at once as Yoongi pressed his lips against his, tangling his hand in his hair as he moved his hand faster, whispering encouragingly as Jimin whined and came in his hand, his breathing heavy as Yoongi helped him down from his high, his hand moving slower now as Jimin’s legs began to shake, and he let go of him. Their foreheads pressed together as he caught his breath, and Yoongi left a soft kiss to his lips. "Good boy." He whispered, meeting Jimin's hazy eyes and smirking at the sight of his heat rushed cheeks, and swollen lips, he was his.

“I wanted to question you about it.” Jimin explained, rubbing his arm nervously. “But when I stood back up straight you grabbed me and...” He trailed off, watching Yoongi nod. So he remembered that. “It got pushed to the back of my mind in the heat of the moment, and we went to sleep afterward. I was going to talk to you the next day, but then things just fell apart.” He said softly, his eyes watery as he kept his eyes down, Yoongi felt paralyzed with guilt. He wanted to grab Jimin, to pull him on his lap and kiss his temple and hold him tighter than he'd ever had. Just to make him okay.

"I'm so sorry Jimin." Yoongi choked out, trying to find an explanation. "I never wanted to hurt you." He knew it was probably his millionth time saying that, but he didn't care. "Yeah." Jimin replied, he believed him, he believed that Yoongi didn't mean to hurt him. But it didn't change the fact that he did. "It hurt seeing you with other people." Jimin admitted, sighing heavily, "but I couldn't be mad because of it. You'd made it clear we weren’t together, no matter how badly I wanted us to be. I had no right to get mad at you, but you told me you loved me, and then seeing you with someone else, that's what hurt." He admitted, and Yoongi bowed his head shamefully. He didn't even remember telling Jimin he loved him, and that's what upset him the most.

"I wasn't with that girl." Yoongi told him, watching Jimin raise his head slowly. "I mean, we met up yeah, but we weren't dating. The media thinks I'm dating any person I go out to coffee with. But it wasn't like that." He struggled to explain, Jimin watched him patiently, wanting an explanation. "I got freaked out, I texted Tae because I didn't know what I was feeling. He understood and told me that I was falling for you, but I didn't want to believe him. I texted Namjoon, asking how to get over someone, and he said to hook up with someone else." Yoongi admitted guiltily, he heard Jimin suck in a sharp breath of air and felt guilt weighing him down.

"I didn't. I promise I didn't. It was the day after we..." He trailed off, knowing Jimin knew what he meant. "I went to a bar, and there was a guy there, and I started kissing him, but it just....Didn't feel right." He mumbled, wringing his fingers together as nerves ate at him. "His lips weren't soft like yours, and his hands were too damn big, and his hair was ginger. He wasn't pink." Yoongi cringed as the words passed his lips, but as they did, a blush rose to Jimin's cheeks, and Yoongi's breath got caught in his throat. He was pink again.

"It felt so wrong, so I left. I didn't know what to do, or who to talk to, so I called one of my old friends. We went to school together, and she's like a relationship therapist now or something, so I asked her if we could talk, and we met at a little diner. She helped me realize I was in love with you, but it was too late by then, you'd already hated me." He said softly, nervous as he looked at Jimin, waiting for his response. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, Yoongi sighed softly. "I felt like it didn't matter. You were upset I was with someone else, it didn't matter that I wasn't actually with her because I was with him. You were already hurt, me telling you 'hey I promise I'm not actually dating her, but I did make out with this one guy' didn't exactly sound like it would make anything better." He mumbled, and Jimin nodded, not knowing what to say as he finished the coffee in his cup, Yoongi's was still untouched as he slid it across the table to Jimin, and watched him pick it up and drink it.

"I don't expect you to trust me, not yet at least." Yoongi said softly, breaking a minute long silence. "I know I hurt you. I know how much I'm hurting you right now just by sitting across from you." Jimin defeatedly met his eyes. "But I miss you Jimin. I miss you so fucking much, and I just want to be with you. Whether or not it's in bed. It drives me crazy when I'm not with you. Fuck even texting you, even when you hated me and made it clear you didn't want to talk to me was better than not having you at all." He admitted, watching Jimin blush and look away. He couldn't help himself as he reached forward, his fingers delicate on Jimin's chin as he raised his head, making him look at him. "Pink." He muttered under his breath, the pad of his thumb tracing the heated skin, a small smile on his lips as Jimin's blush darkened, and Yoongi lowered his hand.

"Sorry." He mumbled, stuffing his hands in his lap as Jimin played with the cup in his hand. "'s okay." He replied, his voice as weak as Yoongi as they sat in silence again. "I still don't understand it." Yoongi admitted, making Jimin look up. "Love, relationships, any of that. I still don't get it. But I'm trying, I really am. Because if me spending every chance I have with you is love, then fuck I don't want to lose it." He told him, his voice near pleading as Jimin nodded, twisting his fingers out of nerves. "I've been in love with you since the day I met you Yoongi." Jimin said, his voice shaky as he took a deep breath. "From the moment I stepped into your studio for the first time, I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew that I was stepping into something that would hurt me, but I was selfish, and I did it anyway, because it meant I got to be with you. Even though you didn't love me the way I loved you." He sighed. "You don't have to feel guilty for kissing that guy. You made it clear we weren't in a relationship. I knew it would happen sooner or later. Yeah it hurt, really fucking bad, but it was my fault. You didn't know that I loved you, and it wasn't your fault that you didn't love me back. That pain was temporary. I got over it. You telling me you loved me was what I couldn't get over." His voice was soft as he looked down at his hands, and Yoongi was again, paralyzed with guilt. "I'm so sorry." He replied. Jimin took a deep breath and sighed. "But hearing you tell me you love me right now..." He trailed off, finally meeting Yoongi's eyes, "it's one of the greatest feelings I've ever had." He admitted, smiling shyly and Yoongi smiled. "I love you Jimin. I love you so fucking much, I'll never stop loving you." He said quickly, grabbing Jimin's hands in his, and holding them softly. He saw Jimin's face heat up again, and felt his stomach do flips knowing he was the one that made Jimin so pink. "It's really hard to not kiss you right now." The younger boy laughed, his eyes staring into Yoongi's as the latter boy swallowed thickly.

"How about a date first?"